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tanyawritesstories · 4 years ago

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Pull | Tup x Reader

I just realized I hit 200 followers, thank y'all so much!! My writer's block continues but luckily I have a few fics stored up from ages ago, like this one. Enjoy and thank you for 200!! 🥰😘

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral (m & f receiving), masturbation, hair pulling, cockwarming, fluff

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He was exhausted, everyone was. Tup was especially exhausted after being punched in the gut by an unarmed clanker. He just wanted to shower and sleep, and see you. He'd been planet-side for weeks, but now that the campaign was over they were allowed to head back to the Resolute.

Tup was lucky his feet were able to carry him back to your room. You weren't there so he assumed you were working the late shift again. He collapsed into a chair for a moment, resting until he felt like he had enough energy to stand in the shower for half an hour. He took off as much of his armor as he could while still sitting down before having to stand and remove the rest.

He had just entered the refresher when he heard the main door open. He poked his head out and saw you walk in, looking just as exhausted as him. You peeled off your bloody medic coat and tossed it into a bin to be washed, or discarded.

“Hey,” he said with a small smile. You turned to look at him. “Hey, Tup. When did you get back?”

“A couple hours ago,” he answered, “I was about to have a shower, do you want to join me?”

“Kriff yes,” you accepted. You stepped into the refresher with him and began shedding your layers of clothing. Tup turned on the water and removed the top of his blacks while he was waiting for the water to warm up. “Rough day?” He asked. “Like you wouldn’t believe. Was the campaign that tough or was Skywalker being particularly reckless this time?” You replied. Tup checked the water a last time and stripped out of his blacks completely. “It was a little of both,” he told you.

Tup watched as you took the last of your clothes off and stepped into the shower, pulling him in after you. “What about you, baby? You’re not hurt are you? I’m glad you weren’t in the medbay,” you said, hugging him from behind. You rested your head against his warm back, feeling the water run over your arms as it cascaded down his front.

“Just a metal fist to my stomach, I’ll be fine,” he said. You removed your arms, “sorry.” He assured you he was fine again and you started massaging his back. You ran your hands over his tan skin, gently pressing your thumbs into his shoulders. That’s when you noticed his hair was still up. It was messy, tangled, and dirty but still held into a bun. You laughed at the fact that his hair was able to hold up better than yours.

“Tup, honey, your hair is a mess. Let me wash it for you, I know you love when I play with your hair,” you said. You reached up and took his hair out letting it fall over his shoulders. You made sure to get it completely wet before working on it further.

You were right, Tup did love when you played with his hair, a little too much. His scalp was more sensitive than his brothers and it felt like heaven whenever you played with or tugged on his hair. Tup didn’t exactly have the energy for sex right now and he knew you didn’t either. He would just have to try and not let it affect him like it usually did. He tried to preoccupy himself by lathering his chest and arms with soap.

You worked your fingers through his hair, starting at his scalp and running your fingers through the length of his dark wavy hair. Most of it was fine but occasionally your fingers would get caught on a knot or a tangle and pull his hair a little bit. You apologized every time, knowing he probably didn't want you yanking his head around right now.

Tup on the other hand was having a difficult time keeping quiet. Every time your fingers got stuck and pulled, he had to bite down on his lip to keep from moaning or whimpering. He looked down a little and found himself rock hard from your ministrations. He cursed himself in his mind, you were just trying to do him a favor, why did it have to turn him on?

You got his hair untangled and squirted some shampoo into your hand before beginning to massage his head. Tup's eyes nearly rolled back into his head and he bit down on part of his hand, trying not to make any noise. He didn't want you to feel obligated to please him just because he was aroused. You were tired and you probably wanted to go to bed, not exhaust yourself even more by trying to get him off.

An idea popped into his head. Since you were behind him and had no view of his front, or the effect you were currently having on him, he might be able to fix this. If he could quietly jerk himself off without you knowing, you could both just go to bed once you were done showering.

Tup took his other hand, still covered in soap, and brought it to his throbbing length. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep quiet. He slowly stroked up and down his cock, now trying to keep his breathing normal. Your nails dragged against his scalp and his knees nearly buckled. The hand on his cock now speeding up, long drags had turned into quick tugs. It felt so damn good. The combination of your fingers working through and pulling his hair and the simulation to his cock was getting him close very fast.

Tup had been sure he was being quiet and trying to breathe steady, but what he hadn't accounted for was the growing tension in his muscles as he got closer to his release. You had noticed he was growing stiff and almost starting to shake. It confused you and you slowed your hands to a stop, letting the water rinse out the soap in his hair.

"Babe, are you ok?" You asked. He didn't reply, just let out a shaky breath. You placed your hands on his waist. "Tup," you called again, "sweetheart, what's wrong?" You nudged his sides trying to get him to turn around and face you but he didn't move. You decided to move around him since he wasn't going to, and that's when you saw his situation.

He was biting down hard on the skin between his thumb and index finger while his other hand had stopped moving on his dick and was now squeezing the base. He let out a breath and looked at you. "I'm sorry, baby. I couldn't help it," he said, looking away in embarrassment. "I thought I could....without you noticing, but.."

You cupped his cheek and turned his head to look at you. "It's alright, hun, I should've known better," you said. "Now let me take care of it for you." Tup looked worried and grabbed your hands in his before you could touch him. "No! That's exactly why I was doing it myself. You're exhausted and need rest, I don't want you to feel obligated to please me whenever I get a hard on," he rambled. "It'll go away, I'll be fine."

You raised an eyebrow at him, "Yeah, right. Tup just let me-"

"No!" He persisted, "you've spent all day taking care of my brothers, you need time to relax." You wiggled your hands out of his grasp and placed them on his cheeks again. "Yes, and now I want to spend my time taking care of my favorite boy," you said, your expression loving. Tup still looked a little embarrassed. "But you-"

"Tup, did it ever occur to you that I might enjoy sucking you off? That I do it because I enjoy it too?" You saw his eyes move around as he considered your words, a slight blush dusting his cheeks. "I like making you feel good, Tup, it makes me feel good too. Now will you let me touch you?" His shoulders sagged in defeat and he looked at the shower floor again. You reached out and took him in your hand, making him hiss. You walked him back so he was leaning his back against the shower wall. You whispered a 'please' and he slowly nodded.

With his permission, you sank to your knees and licked a teasing stripe from base to tip. You swirled your tongue around his sensitive tip before closing your lips around it. Tup couldn't hold back the moan that flew past his lips, throwing his head back against the tiled wall. You slowly took him into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. You held there for a moment until you heard him whimper above you and you started bobbing your head. You used your hands on what you couldn't fit in your mouth, you felt a hand come to rest at the back of your head. He didn't apply any pressure, he just needed something to ground him.

He was rapidly approaching his high, having been so close already. His moans bounced around the room, the sound music to your ears. You knew he was close and you sucked harder, beginning to gently massage his balls with your other hand. He moaned out your name, his fingers digging into your hair. Your mouth was driving him crazy and your tongue hit every spot that made him twitch in your mouth. You knew just how to work him into a whimpering mess with your velvet mouth.

You sucked hard before pulling off of him and standing up. You kept working him closer with one hand while worming the other into his hair, scraping your nails along his scalp. A high pitched moan escaped his throat and he grabbed onto your arm. "I know you're close, baby. Does that feel good?" You cooed. Tup bit his lip, whimpering and cursing under his breath. "Y-yes, feels incredible," he breathed.

Your hand sped up, jerking him furiously. "C'mon, Tup," you urged. "Be a good boy and cum for me." You finished your words with a sharp tug on his hair. Tup shouted out as he came, spilling his seed on your stomach and his. You worked him through his orgasm, letting the water wash away his release. The tension was gone from his body and he looked more relaxed. You reached up and pressed a kiss to his lips.

"Thank you," he whispered. "Will you let me return the favor?" You sighed. "You need to learn to be a little selfish, baby," you said.

You both finished washing up and turned off the shower. You dried off and Tup let you brush his hair and dry it as best you could. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug before looking down at you affectionately.

"Can I please return the favor now?" He asked. You forwent clothes and walked into the bedroom naked. "Babe, you injured your stomach. I don't want you laying on it just for me," you told him. Tup followed you into the bedroom, grabbing your shoulder and turning you to face him. "Then how about you ride my face? I enjoy making you feel good too," he said, smirking fondly. He leaned down to whisper in your ear. "You know I love the way you taste."

You felt yourself grow wet at his words. You sighed again, he was so sweet, how could you deny him? Besides, fair is fair. "Alright, I suppose," you gave in.

Tup laid back on the bed and got comfortable before motioning you towards him. You climbed on the bed and straddled his chest. He put his arms under your thighs and around your back, urging you forward towards his mouth. "Are you sure, baby? You're already tired and I don't want to suffocate you," you whined. "I'm never too tired to love you," Tup smiled. He nudged you up more, nearly getting you into position. "C'mon, love. Lemme taste," he begged sweetly. There was something about the way he said it that made you give in. You moved over his face but couldn't make eye contact with him, or lower yourself onto his mouth.

Tup exhaled, the warm air fanning over your rapidly moistening center. He parted your folds with one hand, lightly blowing, causing you to shudder. He lifted his head and licked a quick stripe up your slit. You squeaked in surprise and pleasure, chancing a look down at him. He smiled warmly at you and slowly pulled you down. "Just enjoy it, I'm gonna make you feel good."

Your cunt finally rested on his mouth and he immediately got to work, ripping moans from you as he devoured your pussy. One look at Tup might make you think he was innocent and inexperienced, but Maker the things he could do with that mouth. You dug your fingers into his hair and he moaned, sending pleasant vibrations through you. You felt his hips buck into the air as he got worked up again.

You tried to resist grinding into his face as he ate you out. His tongue expertly playing with your clit, flicking over it and sucking on it. In between which he would stick it into you and wiggle it around, tasting every delicious inch he could reach. You kept a firm grip on his hair, pulling when he hit a specifically good spot.

“Tup,” you moaned out, grabbing the headboard. You knew without a doubt he was hard again. You took your hand off the headboard and slid it down his body, intent on pleasing him too. He was having none of it. He wrapped his lips around your bud and sucked hard, making you scream and grab the headboard again.

You could feel him chuckle into your folds and you looked down at him, seeing the innocent look in his eyes. That look combined with him sliding two fingers into you and abusing your clit with his tongue, sent you over the edge. You pulled harshly on his hair and your mouth flew open in a silent scream of ecstasy. Tup slurped up the juices that spilled from within you, gently cleaning you up as you came down from your high.

Once you got your senses back, you looked behind you. Sure enough, Tup was hard again. “Baby, now look what happened,” you pouted with a smile. He smiled back at you and helped you lay down next to him. “Actually, can I try something I’ve wanted to do for a while?” He asked. You rolled over to face him, pulling the sheets up over the both of you. "What's that, love?" You asked, clearly even more tired than before. Tup blushed and nervously played with a ringlet of his hair. "C-can I - I want, uh, I want to fall asleep inside of you," he stuttered out.

You were somewhat taken aback, but you were glad he told you, it showed he was getting comfortable sharing his sexual wants and fantasies with you. You smiled groggily at him. "That sounds like heaven," you replied.

You rolled to face away from him, looking over your shoulder with an enticing yet exhausted expression. Tup scooted closer to you so his front was pressed tight to your back. He helped you lift your leg up and you felt his cock slip in between your thighs. You let him hold your leg while you lined him up, pushing the head of his cock inside. Tup let out a shaky breath and slowly eased himself inside you, sheathing himself to the hilt. He lowered your leg back down and groaned deeply at how tight you got. You hummed contently at the feeling of him nestled snug and deep within you. Tup wrapped an arm around your middle to keep you close. You felt like paradise around him, your walls silky and warm. It was oddly comforting, a feeling of closeness and possession that went beyond the act of passion itself.

"Goodnight, my love," you whispered, placing your arm on top of his. He placed a kiss to your shoulder blade, "Goodnight, cyare. Sleep well."

#star wars the clone wars #star wars fanfiction #clone trooper tup #tup x reader

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prurientpuddlejumper · 4 years ago

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Spit-Roast Psychiatrist [Part 3][18+]

<- Part 2 [male reader] <- Part 2 [female reader] | Part 4 [female reader] -> Part 4 [male reader] ->

Frederick Chilton x Reader x Bryan Kneef

No plot, just fluff. For @thatesqcrush’s summer bingo: aftercare square.

Warnings: NSFW, immediate aftermath of threesome, cuddling, insecurity, feelings

1,800 words

Bryan Kneef was the type of ruthless lawyer who stood up for the man and stuck it to the little guy. Vulgar, shameless, and tenacious, his name made opposing counsel tremble, and for good reason. He would do anything to win, and would just as soon bribe you, throw you under a bus, or fuck you.

And this man, having just fucked you and Dr. Frederick Chilton raw, was casually humming as he brought clean towels from the bathroom.

“Eyes closed,” he said—a tone that did not allow for argument, but soft, wearing a look of tender concentration on his brow.

Chilton closed his eyes, and he dabbed the warm, wet terrycloth to his cum-spattered face, clearing the stinging release from the area of danger before handing the towel to you to finish the job.

“This one’s dry.” Bryan pointed to a second towel he placed down beside you, then busied himself filling glasses of water from the sink.

As the partner doling out the most punishment, he took responsibility for taking care of everyone.

You guided Chilton to the couch, laying down a towel to catch the slick coating your thighs. He let out a stiff groan as he sank down, his bruised knees protesting, and you continued wiping down his face, stained with your, Bryan’s, and his own release. Some was stuck in his thick brown hair that would need an extra shampooing, some flecked his bare stomach, and swipes transferred from his hands painted his arms and chest. You let him wipe up his own stomach. He was sensitive about the long, raised scar there, which, while it had long ago healed physically, produced a different pain than the kind he got off on. The place he had been brutally violated was the one place treated with dignity.

Bryan returned with the water insisting everyone hydrate. Then he joined you on the couch, sitting beside Chilton, and pulling him down onto his broad, soft chest. Chilton curled his legs over your lap, and you tipped over his back, partially spooning him as he rested on Bryan. You trailed your hand over his back, stroking down the outside of his thigh, and he sighed as Bryan ran his fingers through his sweat-matted hair.

“You did very well,” Bryan cooed. “Our good little fuck toy.”

Chilton’s muscles went rigid. He turned his face down into Bryan’s greying chest hair to hide the color rising on his cheeks, though there was no hiding the blotchy red on a pale, naked doctor. Degradation was one thing, but praise? Praise was another entirely. He relished the safe feeling of being nestled between your two warm bodies as he came down from the adrenaline, but being told he was good triggered a squirmy, hot feeling in his stomach.

He was relieved when Bryan moved on and asked, “How do you feel? Anything hurt?”

Business. Professional. Checking on him physically, he could handle. Chilton shook his head and murmured something meant to be more intelligible than what came out, but managed to convey that he was fine—fucked brainless and boneless, but fine.

Bryan didn’t stay long.

That was the deal. While you were playing at Chilton being a toy for the two of you to use, in reality, Bryan was the one you brought in to have fun with. He had no intention of overstaying his welcome. After a quick shower, his clothes were back on—a sharp navy suit hiding any hint of the unprofessional purpose for which he had visited your hotel room—and he was making a quick goodbye.

“You’re sure you don’t want to stay? There’s plenty of room.”

Bryan’s pink lips curved up slightly, the corners lost in his neatly trimmed beard. “Nah, I have a deposition in the morning. Boring shit, but—” He shrugged.

Chilton had managed to change into a loose-fitting t-shirt, though his eyes were heavy-lidded, and his chatty nature was subdued. His hair was tousled and wet from the shower, making it appear almost black.

“Good luck tomorrow,” Bryan said to him jovially, with a pat on the shoulder. “This was fun. Next time you’re in Chicago, let’s meet at my place. I have a lot more toys.”

He ran two fingers under your chin with the promise of pleasure to come, stepping into your space. Your nostrils quivered as you involuntarily sniffed him.

Then he turned to Chilton, whose hand was glued to your waist. Bryan narrowed his eyes slightly in consideration, and kissed him on the mouth. Lips colliding with a hungry snarl, their teeth clashed, and his beard battled Chilton’s coat of stubble to see who would leave a burn on the other’s chin. When he pulled back, Chilton’s green eyes gaped unblinking at him like a deer caught in the headlights of a swingers’ cruise.

Bryan smirked, and was gone.

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The VIP hotel suite had a separate bedroom—a sweeping space decorated with modern black and white marble in crisp lines, a king-sized bed dressed in white linens and a fluffy black throw blanket. It opened into a master bathroom with a standing spa tub which you would certainly enjoy later when the soreness set in. For now, you and Frederick stumbled in to the privacy of the room and fell onto the vast bed together.

He let out a long, grateful moan as he stretched out on the clean sheets. It was rare to see him look so comfortable, with towel-dried hair curling into messy ringlets in every direction. Your heart fluttered at this perfectly unwound Chilton. There was the faintest hint of a bruise where Bryan’s fingers had dug in below his jaw, but it would be easy enough to hide with makeup if it wasn’t faded by the next day.

You kissed him gently on the bruise, and then curled an arm over his chest and settled against his side. His thumb found the back of your hand and traced small, wandering circles.

“So… did you like it?”

He nodded speechlessly.

“That’s good. I was worried it went too far.”

“That was the idea,” he replied.

A frown tugged at the affectionate smile your lips wanted to make, wrestled with it for control, and finally overpowered it in its sullen grip. You weren’t good enough on your own, in other words. You weren’t strong enough, not harsh enough to satisfy Dr. Chilton’s masochistic lust to be dominated.

Still, you wouldn’t ruin a lovely night by letting on that it bothered you.

“Yes, it was. And you took it so well,” you purred, savoring the feeling of his chest hair between your splayed fingers as you thoughtfully stroked his chest. “I think you really enjoyed yourself.”

He smiled dreamily, closing his eyes and reliving the memories. Your gentle palm was so warm, lulling him to sleep with its slow, meandering journey. His hand rested over yours, accompanying it like a passenger.

“Did you?” he asked.

Your hand stopped.

One of his deep green eyes cracked open.

“I did,” you said. “I wasn’t sure at first, but Bryan was so easy to work with. So magnetic. It was empowering having him there. Making you our willing slave that I had total control over.” A shiver ran straight to your over-worked sex remembering Chilton on his knees between you. How hard he worked to get you off. The way he looked at you with worship, even as tears burned down his face. No need to mention how it made you feel inadequate.

Frederick was quiet for a time, lost somewhere, too. Then a tiny voice came from his pillow. “Did you… like Bryan’s cock more than mine?”

“What?”

“Am I unsatisfactory by comparison? Do I not make you feel as good?”

“Frederick… this is why I didn’t want to do this.” Apparently Bryan made everyone feel inadequate.

“Oh.” His chin bobbed with a stiff inhale, and he looked away as if that was your answer.

“That stuff about him fucking me better… Those were just mean things we said to emasculate you—because you wanted us to!”

“It does not make it less true.”

“Well, it’s not,” you retorted stubbornly. “I love you.”

His cheeks flamed again. All of your emphasis on you, as in not Bryan. Not anyone else. The squirming, uncomfortable feeling in his belly returned, and he had to look away before you noticed how emotional he was getting. God. Why was being told he was a dickless fuckdoll so much easier than hearing that he was loved, when he desperately wanted to be loved? Thank god the psychiatric analyses he published were about someone else’s issues.

“We could do this more often,” he said in a light tone to put you at ease, skimming past his rather pathetic outburst of insecurity. “I liked him, too.”

“That is a monster cock he’s packing. I’m going to need a week to recover!” you laughed.

“As will I.”

“Oh! Should I bring you a cold pack? Or the vitamin E oil?”

“Worry about it tomorrow?” He held your wrist to prevent you from springing into action-mode. “I just want you to hold me.”

You lay back on the impressive modern bedspread and enjoyed the feeling of closeness. Frederick’s hand on your back, the quiet rhythm of his breath. You thought about sinking into a bath tomorrow, letting it ease your muscles and tender entrance. Frederick would want to wash his hair again before the Chicago Psychiatric Convention tomorrow to make sure all of the cum was gone, and to fix the results of letting it dry naturally. You anticipated waking up next to the cutest little cowlick. Maybe sending him off with a blowjob if there was time.

But a dark thought kept nipping at the soft corners of the moment, tugging it out of focus with sharp needle teeth. Replaying the titillating scene from earlier, the pest only grew, preventing you from enjoying what should have been an arousing memory. The longer you ignored it, the harder it bit.

Finally, you sighed, “Did you like him more than me?”

Startled, Frederick raised a brow and laughed. “He was quite impressive.”

When your face failed to show any sign of mirth, he realized you might have needed as much reassurance as he did. (Though he could not account for why. You were perfect.) He dropped his teasing, narrow-eyed, carefully-considering-it look.

“But I am rather fond of you.”

His lips met yours softly, with just the faintest brush of thin skin, melding slowly as you let out a contented noise that vibrated against him. Your fingers brushed through his messy hair, soothing over the scalp where you’d yanked before. The contrast made his skin tingle with goosebumps.

“Nothing could ever replace you,” he whispered reverently against your lips. “Nothing.”

A soft sob you hadn’t realized was threatening to break free broke, and you quelled it with another kiss, deeper this time. Not urgent, but needy, your tongue delving into his mouth, capturing the lingering taste of Bryan Kneef. Two gorgeous men to fuck. How did you get so lucky? You felt even luckier knowing that whatever happened with Bryan, you and Frederick had each other.

Always.

“So,” you spoke in a low voice as your lips parted, “are you nice and relaxed for your panel tomorrow?”

“Am I ready to stand up in front of a room filled with hundreds of bitter academic rivals and defend my results, while they all wait to pick them apart, hoping to humiliate me with a question I had not accounted for? Is that what you mean?”

“...Yes?”

“My nerves are much calmer now.” He melted into the pillow with a sated smile. “Thank you.”

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lizzielikeborden · 4 years ago

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Braids

Request: No it wasn’t one, until I get some I am using a random generator :)

Character: Diego Hargreeves

Prompt: Fluff- 10. “Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

Summary: Diego refuses to cut and or trim his hair, though it is getting long enough to get in his way ever so slightly. He’s complaining about it so you decide to fix it for him.

“Mother fucker.” A metal spoon hit the table with a clang as cuss words rang out from your boyfriends mouth a second morning in a row.

There Diego sat, cereal with milk in a nice ceramic bowl on the table. But some of the milk was missing from the bowl. Not that anyone could tell just by looking at the bowl, it was more or less the white substance soaked into the front pieces of his hair.

“Maybe if you didn’t eat like a dog with your head in the bowl that wouldn’t happen.” The sly comment got you a look from Diego who was not at all happy with the situation.

“I was not eating like a dog, I was eating normal.” He picked up his spoon and pointed the metal utensil at you defending his cereal eating.

“Then how in the world did you get the milk in your hair?” You walked over and touched a piece of his milk-soaked hair gently.

“Because my hair does this.” He scooted his chair back to face you, the piece of hair you once held slipped your grasp. Diego took his hands in his hair and ruffled it around into its natural part.

“I don’t understa-”

Before you could finish he tipped himself forward, and all of his hair fell forward into his face. The wavy pieces covered his eyes, nose, and mouth almost completely.

“See. It’s a mess, and before you say it no. I will not be cutting it.” He lifted his head to face you again, running his hands through his hair until it was no longer in his face. Diego had a slightly serious pout on his face, he reached out and grabs your hand pulling you closer to him.

You thought for a moment as he held both your hands, as you stood there he intertwined your fingers with his. A smile snuck onto your face as an idea popped into your head. Diego noticed that smirk from anywhere and he raised an eyebrow to you.

“I have an idea.” You took a step back and pulled his hands forward, though you are not strong enough to pull him Diego agrees to follow you and allows the rest of his body to rise from the chair.

You made your way into the bathroom of your shared apartment, “What are we doing?” Diego questioned, your plan had not yet become clear to him.

“Well in order for me to do anything with your hair it kind’ve can’t have milk in it.” You moved around where he stood and turned on the faucet. As you checked the water temperature Diego got a towel from one of the lower bathroom cabinets.

“Put your head under the faucet.”

Diego sighed and took off his tank-top, got down on his knees, and leaned his head over the edge of the bathtub. You then, took off your socks and got in.

“We could’ve just taken a shower.” Diego commented as you took the shower head from its post and switched the setting to a stronger jet.

“Hold still.” With your free hand you flipped all his hair over his face completely and started rinsing out all the milk along with cleaning the rest. Then you got a small palm of shampoo and massaged it into his scalp.

“Should I close my ey-”

Before he could finish his sentence you were rinsing the shampoo out,

“IT’S IN MY EYES.” Diego took his hands off his legs and rubbed his eyes violently.

You just sighed and put a light amount of conditioner in the ends of his hair and rinsed it out as well. Before you could reach over him to get the towel you felt water spray across your shirt and pants. Not only had Diego taken the shower head but he was shaking his hair around. Water was now found almost everywhere in the bathroom.

“I thought you weren’t like a dog.” You scowled at him lightly and stepped out of the tub grabbing the towel. Diego turned off the faucet and sat on the toilet lid. You ran a hand through his hair and got behind him, sitting yourself down behind him. You reached up and wrapped the towel around his hair ruffling it around. He pulled himself back a bit in shock, not exactly expecting you to jostle his head around. Once it was drying a bit you grabbed the brush off the sink and brushed his hair out gently. He leaned back into you and even though it made your job harder he was enjoying himself. You smiled at kissed his forehead once you were done brushing.

You got up and he looked at you like ‘uh get back here what are you doing’.

“I have to get these.” You pulled open the drawer and shook a container of thin hairbands at him.

“What do you think you’re doing with those?”

You ran back to your spot and wrapped your arms around his shoulders as you began to try and convince him to just trust the process,

“I promise it’s gonna be good, cmon, I will let you do my hair if you let me do yours.”

“I am willing to make a deal but not that one.”

“So then what is it that you want?” You laid a head on his shoulder and pressed your forehead against his cheek.

“I can think of one good thing I know you’ll go for.” He put a hand on one of your thighs that sat next his.

“It isn’t really a deal if I enjoy both things, but, I’ll take it.” You sat back and began to braid the right side of his hair back into a small dutch braid, and then did the same to the left. Then you realized they were slightly uneven and started over on the left side. You worked quickly due to the fact that Diego was clearly getting impatient and bored. Diego continued to play with your thighs and would not hold still.Then you took both the ends, added in some hair, and made a tiny little bun out of it. You stood up, which alarmed him because he was not expecting that.

“See that took barely any time at all and you’re done.”

He got up from his seat and looked in the mirror at what you had done. Whisps of small wavy baby hairs came from both sides of his face and touched his forehead right above his eyebrows. The braids were quite even, which was shocking due to how much he was accidentally moving his head around. And the bun was messy but it did keep all of his hair in one spot.

“This looks badass.” Diego tilted his head at different angles, clearly impressed with the job you had done.

“I know, looks hot on you.” You stood next to him as you watch him hype himself up in the mirror.

“I think I know an angle you would like better.” He turned to face you and lifted your head up with his hand on your chin.

“Show me”....

#diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves imagine #diego hargreeves x you #diego x reader #diego imagine #diego x you #umbrella acedmy #the umbrella academy

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buckleyy--diazz · 4 years ago

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I am back with a third untitled Sambucky fic because I still suck at title so enjoy some smut with a side of feelings that were not supposed to be there in the first place.

“Will you fucking stop?” Sam snapped.

Bucky Barnes was a demon, there were no other logical explanations as to why he enjoyed tormenting Sam the way he did. Bucky’s latest great idea to make Sam’s life Hell had been to get a tongue piercing.

A month now that Bucky had come home with the piercing, a whole month he had been playing with the piercing every time Sam was in the same room as him. Sam was feeling like he was slowly going insane. Sam would never admit it, even under torture but he’s been jerking off to the thought of Bucky’s piercing sliding against his dick more than a few times now. It was becoming a problem. Sam was a grown man goddammit, last time he had jerked off so much he’s been a teen. It needed to stop but he had no idea how to tell Bucky without admitting how much he wanted him.

Well, that was before Bucky decided to add a layer of torture and to fully ruin Sam’s life by walking in their kitchen wearing a very low hanging towel, fresh out of the shower. Bucky was still damp from his shower and Sam could see water drops sliding down Bucky’s chest. His eyes followed the droplet and Bucky flashed him a smug smile when he caught Sam looking. Sam flushed, looking away and cursing himself for getting caught. He was usually more careful when he was looking at Bucky.

Bucky walked past Sam and reached for a mug in the cupboard making his towel fall lower on his hips. Sam bit his lips so hard he could almost taste blood. Bucky poured himself a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter, sipping his coffee as if he wasn’t half-naked. He smirked at Sam over the cup and a drop of coffee ran down the side of the cup. Bucky licked it, never breaking eye contact with Sam.

It was official, he was trying to kill Sam. Again. Except for this time, it might work. There was no way this wasn’t on purpose.

“Will you fucking stop?” Sam snapped.

Bucky calmly put his empty mug in the sink, ignoring Sam’s little outburst, and walked closer to Sam, way too close. Close enough Sam might do something stupid like kiss Bucky or tear the towel away and drop to his knees right there in the kitchen.

“I’m not doing anything,” Bucky whispered, “but I feel like you want me to,” he added as if he could read Sam’s mind.

“What do you want me to do Sam?”

“No-nothing,” stuttered Sam, hating himself for being reduced to a stuttering mess by Bucky’s words. Sam was Captain America now, he had fought against villains that wanted to destroy the earth but he was a mess when it came to Bucky Barnes, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lied even though he knew Bucky could see right through him.

“Sam, I’ve seen the way you look at me, you keep saying I have a staring problem but you’re not far behind me. I know you want me.”

“Cocky much.”

Bucky shrugged and opened his towel slightly, exposing more thigh, and Sam’s mouth went dry.”

“I’d say I’m average but don’t worry sweetheart, I know how to use it.”

Sam rolled his eyes at the bad wordplay and Bucky laughed, stepping closer to Sam. Crowding him against the kitchen table.

Sam swallowed loudly, his body was on fire. He wanted this, wanted Bucky so much but he also wanted so much more if he was being honest with himself. He wanted soft smiles and lazy mornings in bed. Cuddles on the couch while they were watching a movie, he wanted hand-holding while they were grocery shopping.

Sam didn’t only want Bucky, he was in love with Bucky.

Sam put his hand up to Bucky’s chest to stop him from coming closer. Sam knew what he wanted but he didn’t think Bucky wanted the same and if Bucky came closer, Sam doubted he’d had enough self-control to stop him again. Sam couldn’t say no to Bucky and if Bucky wanted something casual Sam knew he wouldn’t say no but he needed to know what he was getting into before getting his heart broken.

“Buck,” Sam started and Bucky’s smug grin fell off his face and he took a step back.

“Wow sorry. I guess I just misread you. Sorry I overstepped, it was inappropriate,” Bucky said looking embarrassed. He clutched his towel tightly and turned around. Sam grabbed his wrist keeping him from leaving, he couldn’t let Bucky leave on a misunderstanding like that.

“You didn’t.”

“Then why d’you stop me?”

“Because I want more than a quick fuck in our kitchen.”

“You think this is all I want?”

“I don’t know what you want Buck.”

“I want you, I thought I made that very clear.”

“You did, but I want more Bucky.”

“What makes you think I don’t want more, Sam?” Bucky asked.

“I don’t know,” Sam admitted, he only assumed Bucky only wanted sex, probably to spare his feelings.

Bucky smiled softly and took a step closer, closer than before. He let go of his towel and he grabbed Sam by the hips, pressing their bodies together.

“Tell me what you want, Bucky.”

“You, all of you, I will take whatever you will give me.”

“Can I give you my heart?”

Bucky nodded.

“I’ll take care of it for as long as you’ll allow me.”

Sam smiled and wrapped his arms around Bucky’s shoulders.

“Can I get something else,” Bucky asked, looking over Sam’s shoulder.

“Whatever you want.”

Bucky slid his hand down and grabbed a handful of Sam’s ass and Sam laughed.

“Way to ruin a moment, Barnes. I knew you only wanted me for my body.”

“No, but I also want to get you very naked very soon,” Bucky whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of Sam’s ear.

Sam swallowed loudly, he suddenly felt nervous. He couldn’t believe this was happening, all he ever wanted. Bucky wanted him too and Sam was frozen in place.

“You good?” Bucky asked and Sam nodded.

Bucky smiled and leaned in before he crushed their mouths together and Sam let out a shocked gasp. The kiss was messy and there was no finesse in it. Bucky moves his hands to Sam’s hips, bringing their bodies closer. Sam whimpered into the kiss and pushed his tongue against Bucky's lips who parted them easily. The kiss was overwhelming and Sam's senses were on fire. He could hear the wet sound of their mouth and Bucky's labored breath. It was the hottest sound he had ever heard.

Bucky’s hair was falling around his face, and Sam could smell Bucky's shampoo. It was too much and not enough at the same time. Bucky moved one of his hands to Sam’s face, cradling his jaw gently, changing the angle of the kiss, slowing it down. Sam detached his lips from Bucky, trying to catch his breath and

Bucky kissed his forehead and then his cheek and his neck, sucking a mark and Sam let out a small moan. Sam felt Bucky smirk against his skin and he shivered. Pressing his forehead against Sam once again, Bucky leaned in once more and pressed a sweet kiss to Sam's swollen lips.

“As much as kitchen sex sounds hot, I am still 106 years old,” Bucky laughed, “I think a bed would be better.”

Sam laughed but took Bucky’s hand in his and walked to his bedroom, he closed the door behind them and pressed Bucky against the door, kissing him again. Immediately Bucky’s hands were on the hem of his t-shirt, tugging on it.

“Naked, you need to be naked now,” Bucky laughed and Sam tugged on the towel making it drop at Bucky’s feet.

Sam dropped to his knees, holding Bucky’s hips against the door. He looked up at Bucky in the eyes and licked the palm of his hand before wrapping it around Bucky’s cock, giving it a few slow tugs to get him fully hard. Bucky let his head fall against the door in a loud thud, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Sam licked his lips again and flicked his tongue at the tip of Bucky's cock. Sam gathered a few drops of precum and closed his eyes, enjoying Bucky's taste in his mouth. Sam pumped his hands again a few times and Bucky's thighs were already. More precum bubbled at the slit and Sam lowered his head, finally taking him between his lips. Sam relaxed his jaw and started bobbing his heads up and down, taking as much as he could. Bucky moaned loudly when he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of Sam's throat. Bucky let his head fall and his hand found Sam's hair. When Sam moaned around him, Bucky tugged harder.

Sam lifted his eyes and looked at Bucky under his lashes. Bucky twitched on Sam's tongue. He was getting close. His cock twitched again when Sam hollowed his cheeks to suck harder. Bucky tugged on Sam's hair harder, trying to warn him he was about to come but Sam kept sucking him until Bucky came down his throat. Sam swallowed everything and continued to suck gently until Bucky got softer in his mouth.

“My turn,” Bucky said when he finally caught his breath. He brought Sam up to his feet, kissing him deeply. Sam knew Bucky could taste himself on his tongue and Sam twitched in his sweatpants. Bucky pushed him back until the back of Sam’s knees hit the bed and pushed him down the bed.

As soon as Sam's sweatpants hit the floor, Bucky climbed into the bed and settled himself between Sam's knees, looking at him in the eyes. He snapped the elastic band of Sam’s boxers before sliding them down slowly. Bucky licked his lips when Sam's dick sprung free. Not breaking eye contact, Bucky kissed Sam’s knee, and his thigh, he sucked a mark on the inside of his thigh and Sam whimpered. Bucky was getting closer to his dick and he needed to be touched.

Finally, Bucky took Sam's dick in his hand, pumping it slowly, using the precum to make it easier. When more precum bubbled at the tip, Bucky took the tip of his tongue and licked at the slit, just like Sam did earlier, causing Sam to moan loudly.

“You taste so good.”

“Fu-uck Bucky.”

Sam moved one of his hands to Bucky's hair and tugged. Bucky moaned and Sam tugged harder. Bucky smirked and flattened his tongue on the underside of Sam's cock and licked a wet stripe from his balls to the tip, he licked the slit and moaned loudly when he tasted the precum again. Bucky finally took him in his mouth and Sam moaned loudly. Taking the head of Sam's cock between his soft lips he sucked on it gently. Sam arched his back and another long moan left his mouth. Bucky let go of his cock and smirked again. Bucky raked his nails on Sam's thighs and Sam tugged at his hair again, a little less gently this time and Bucky groaned. He took Sam back in his mouth, bobbing his head up and down, his tongue swirling around the shaft. Sam had been right, Bucky’s piercing was making this experience ten thousand times better.

“Fuck babe, fuck!”

One of Bucky's hands moved up to Sam's abdomen, his fingers feeling Sam’s muscles contract under them and Sam was getting close, muscles tightening and his legs shaking. Bucky let go of Sam's cock again but he kept stroking him slowly.

Bucky took him back in his mouth and started sucking harder, when Sam’s cock hit the back of Bucky's throat they both moaned loudly and Bucky took it as his cue to pick up the pace. The sound in the bedroom was obscene, all you could hear was the wet sound of Bucky's mouth and their ragged breath. Bucky was glad they were in a house and not an apartment. Sam was getting close, his breath was getting shorter and his moans sounded like broken little sobs.

“I'm gonna come,” said Sam as he stilled his hips, “fu-uck,” he moaned as he released in the back of Bucky’s throat.

Bucky let go of Sam’s softening cock, pressing his forehead against Sam’s thigh, trying to catch his breath.

“Come here,” Sam said and Bucky shuffled closer to Sam and Sam wrapped his arms around Bucky’s body. Sam yawned and closed his eyes, a small content smile on his lips. Bucky pressed a soft kiss under Sam’s chin and closed his eyes too. Before long they were both asleep, feeling warm and happy.

#Sam Wilson #Bucky Barnes #Sambucky #Winterfalcon #TFATWS #The Falcon and the Winter Soldier #Marvel #smut #fluff #my writing #fic rec

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midnightmoonkiss · 5 years ago

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The Lure Of Nightfall [2]

Izuku Midoriya X Fem! Reader

Summary: After accidentally flying in on your best friend jerkin his meat to the thought of you, things get out of hand, and you’re thrown into a weekly routine.

WARNINGS!: Voyeurism, Masturbation

Category: Smut, Smut, Pure Smut.

Word Count: 8.7k+

A/N: You all wanted this! >.< I hope I delivered~

Just To Clarify:

This is a continuation!

panties are a bitch.

Part One

Tag List: @zylith-imagines-and-fics @birds-have-teeth @my-bnha-things.

The morning after carried on just as any Sunday would have.

Izuku woke up refreshed and ready to start his daily work out.

The strange bird encounter completely slipped his mind as he ran laps, pushing his legs to run faster and faster with each completed circle.

He was always one to push his limits, always one to ignore the burning in his calves and thighs as his legs became a blur of motion beneath him.

All he could think about was how many laps he had run, and how many more he had to go.

You could only ever push yourself so far. He learned that lesson the hard way not too long ago when he didnt stop running until his legs gave out and a student had to come and get him.

His legs were practically dead weight for the following few hours.

Sighing at the memory, he went on, arm coming up to wipe the sweat from his brow.

It was 9:00AM when he finally finished his workout routine, a little later than he was used to. But who could blame him? He did go to bed later than his schedule recommended, after all.

But..

That wasn’t..

His fault..

He frantically shook his head, scarred palms slapping his redding cheeks as what got him so riled up in the first place flickered through his mind.

He did not need to have such thoughts at this moment.

Heading back to his dorm, he grabbed his shampoo and body wash, as well as a fresh change of clothes before skipping down the steps. He felt gross and sticky with sweat, and he couldn’t wait to feel the rush of water against his skin.

Oh!No one’s here!

He thought happily as he practically skipped into the bathroom, putting his clothes in the locker beside the shower stall he chose.

He hopped into the shower, not bothering to turn the heat on as cold showers always seemed to snap him out of any dirty thoughts. Plus, not only did they help make someone more alert after an intense workout, the cool water always left a heated body feeling much better.

Once done, he quickly dried off and changed, making his way to the sinks to brush and fully dry his thick, damp hair.

Such fluffy hair regrettably required a stay-in conditioner, or else it would look simply dreadful - frizzy hair galore. No one, especially him, wants that. Though it took away that masculine scent of body wash guys apparently are supposed to thrive in, it did make him smell pretty sweet. It all fit together perfectly in a way. Sugar n’ spice made everything nice, right?

As he was spraying the stay-in conditioner, running a wooden comb through the damp, curly green locks, he let his mind wander.

He forgot something, didn’t he?

It felt like he did.

He chewed his pouty bottom lip, eyes narrowing as he let his arms run on autopilot so his thoughts could drift.

He wasn’t usually so forgetful, so what on Earth was he forgetting?

Something the other day, surely.

He didn’t have anything planned today.

Just relax and enjoy life for a second. They didn’t get breaks often, and last Sunday he was at the mall all day with you and his friend group.

You..

What about you?

He felt like you were the key to his confusion and forgetfulness, but why?

He hadn’t had an interaction with you yesterday that would require his immediate attention, so-

Wait.

His movements stopped as he stared wide-eyed at his reflection in the mirror.

Most birds sleep at night, that was common knowledge.

So why the hell was there one on his balcony so late last night.

He dropped his comb, wood clanging loudly onto the floor, the noise echoing around his suddenly deaf ears.

Birds don’t nuzzle fingers.

Birds fly away when a human approaches.

That wasn’t any ordinary bird.

That wasn’t a bird at all, was it?

No.

There was only one person who could turn into a bird..

And that person was..

You.

Oh god.. Oh god, no!

Izuku collapses to his knees, arms wrapping securely around his head as he blushes and whines like a mad man.

You saw him! You had to have seen him!

He was!

He was naked-!

You didn’t… you didn’t see and hear him in the act, right!?

He shakily inhaled, shameful tears blurring his vision.

You heard him moan out your name, didnt you!

You must hate him now! Think he’s disgusting..

What type of person masturbates to their best friend!

But he couldn’t help it!

He’s been in love with you for so long..

He knew his dreams would never come to fruition, that you would never like him as much as he liked you, so he took to his mind to live out a life he’s always wanted.

One his body so desperately craves.

It was so humiliating!

How could he face you..?

Fat tears streamed down his face, heart breaking at the thought of you never speaking to him again. His mind fled to a dark place, completely ignoring the fact that the bird had been so gentle with him and seemingly uncaring.

So, imagine his surprise when you happily greeted him at one of the tables as he walked out of the bathroom for water.

Upon seeing his tear stained face, worry quickly consumed you, face contorting as you jumped up and rushed over to him.

“Hey, are you okay? What’s wrong, ‘Zuku? You were crying?”

You bombarded him with questions, hands coming up to delicately cradle his burning face between them.

His head felt fuzzy as he stared into your (E/C) eyes glimmering with concern.

A whimper built up in the back of his throat, fearful that you’d still leave him.

But why were you acting like last night never happened? That you didnt watch him defile your name?

Well, to be honest, you currently clung onto the hope that he never realized it was you. He wasn’t acting angry or upset like you’d expect him to if he did find out, so it was obvious you were in the clear.

Except, you weren’t. And he did know.

He just didn’t know why, why you were there or why you watched him. Surprisingly, he didn’t feel as creeped out about as he probably should have, it was like there was a small bell of honor ringing in his chest.

All in all, he figured you wanted to hang out, that’s why you were there in the first place.

But he wanted to know why you watched him - why you didn’t leave the moment you no-doubt saw him pleasuring himself.

God, he felt stupid.

He should have paid more attention to the time he chose, you always came to his dorm around that time during the weekend!

He wanted to facepalm, hide his ashamed face beneath his palms.

But for now, he’d soak in the feeling of your soft hands holding his face, thumbs brushing away stray tears.

You were trying to hide it. Hide the fact that you saw him. He’d indulge you, pretend he didn’t know anything

“Y-Yeah! I’m alright..!”

He smiled.

And so the show began.

He never stopped hanging out with you, and the shame soon melted away into desire as the days trudged on.

He didnt know why, but the thought of you watching him do something so intimate.. It thrilled him to his very core, sent tingles down his spine and left him breathless for a moment or two.

It actually gave him quite a few boners in class, much to his embarrassment. Lord, did his mind wander too much. He was just a hormonal teenage boy, after all.

Funnily enough, he could feel that the majority of the time you spent around each other, your stare was directed towards him. It was as if he was your center of attention throughout most classes these days, the apple of your mesmerizing eyes, and it felt amazing.

Like.. like he was the only thing you cared about. Only thing you needed.

He loved that feeling.

He wanted more.

He wanted you to, in a way, need him as much as he needed you.

He wanted it to happen again, wanted to know what it would feel like if he was actually aware of it occurring rather than only finding out about it the next day when his senses came back.

So, he decided he’d try touching himself every Saturday at the same time, since that is when you last showed up, leaving his window and curtains open just so you could, theoretically, get a good view.

He knew how wrong it was, wanting his best friend to watch him do something so sinful at nightfall whilst holding innocent conversations during the daylight.

He was too horny for his own good. Could you blame him?

The first attempt was unsuccessful, and he never did feel your piercing gaze on his trembling body as he worked himself to completion.

It was disappointing, but he had hope, and an unexpected outlet for his sexual frustrations.

Meanwhile, you were going crazy.

It felt like you were holding onto a dirty little secret, one Izuku had absolutely no idea about.

Everyday you had to force yourself to not let the image of him writhing sinfully around on his sheets float to the surface of your overactive mind.

You definitely did not need any soaked panties, especially considering you’d have to walk around all day like that.

It was truly a blessing in disguise.

Was it strange to say that in a way you got off on talking innocently to Izuku now?

Staring into his beautiful green eyes, talking about the math homework you forgot to do, all you could think about was how those eyes were glazed over with lust, pupils blown ridiculously wide as he came all over himself.

Such a messy boy.

Gah!

You aggressively shook your head in class, hands rubbing aggressively at your closed eyes to try and erase the image..

“(Y-Y/N)? Are y-you okay?” Izuku stuttered nervously, hands outstretched, ready to place them on your shoulders if you needed to be steadied.

You were simply talking, but suddenly you had such a violent reaction when he asked what answer you got for question three on the homework!

Had you not done it? Maybe you had had quite the trouble with it and didn’t want to remember the minutes wasted on chewing on your mechanical pencil as tears of frustration streamed down your face? He’d seen it occur before, It was a very weird and.. sad.. sight.

“Ah!” You yelped, ripping your hands from your face as you suddenly remembered where you were - you couldn’t just pull that sort of stunt in class, it’d make people think you were weirder than you already clearly are!

But that was just the start of it all.

You so desperately wanted to see him in that state again, wanted to hear your name slip from his spit-slicked raw lips in a wanton moan.

The fact that he was your best friend slowly started to fade from your mind, replaced by lustful desires. What’s shame? Never heard of that.

Who could hear anything over your moans anyway?

Night fell into a routine of your hands stuffed down your panties, fingers covered in your own slick rubbing roughly at your puffy clit as two of your fingers thrust in and out of yourself.

You constantly wondered just what that pretty boy imagined in that oh-so-obviously dirty mind of his as he pumped his cock.

Was he imagining you riding him, face smothered by your tits, mouth latched onto one of your perky buds, sucking the red flesh into his mouth as you bounced up and down on his long, painfully hard and throbbing cock?

Your breath caught in your throat at the image, fingers speeding up.

Or perhaps was he imagining pounding into your tight little pussy, your legs wrapped around his slim hips, fingers clawing red marks into his back so that he could show them off whilst changing into his gym clothes the next day in the locker room?

You squealed as you suddenly clenched down on your two digits, the coil wound tight in your stomach from all the dirty images whizzing past your head snapping unexpectedly, cumming all over your fingers.

You laid there panting, eyes staring deliriously up at the star-covered ceiling.

You had to see him in the act again, no question about it.

It was unfortunate how you passed out from exhaustion Saturday before the time Izuku would ultimately begin going mad in his bed.

It was hard not to beat yourself up over it, especially since you now had to suffer through another week of not seeing his pretty face drenched in sweat, mouth wide open and tongue flopping out.

Grr!

More suffering for the both of you.

It was still so very funny how despite all of these lewd thoughts the both of you possessed for one another, you still got along just as well as before.

It was as if nothing had happened at all.

Honestly, it was a great relief to the both of you.

Originally, you had thought that since you saw him in that new light, you’d be unable to have a decent conversation with him, and he thought that you’d be too disgusted with him to ever even think about speaking to him.

Of course, that was bullshit.

He knew you purposely stayed there to watch him.

That was part of the reason he wanted it to happen again.

He was clinging onto the hope that you liked him back, and that’s why it seemed as if you ignored the whole thing.

No, wait. He didnt want it to happen again… he needed it to happen again. Not just to satisfy him, but to just see if it wasn’t a mistake. A clarification. Something he could cling to in his mind. Something that told him there was an even bigger chance that you might miraculously like some gross nerd like him back.

He was still insecure, even after all the body changes he has gone through.

The scars didnt help much, either.

He could look at his body and feel proud of how much stronger he was, but those rough scars that would permanently taint his skin always left him feeling a bit shy.

He openly showed them, of course, not afraid considering they were marks of his growth and a reminder that he was able to save someone, but they didnt exactly feel nice.

His skin was once silky smooth all over, but now it wasnt, and it would never be the same again.

You knew him without the scars for the longest, but that also meant you knew the whimpy Deku, and not the Hero Deku he was becoming.

So many thoughts were constantly racing around in his mind, it was hard to keep track of them at times.

He blocked out the thoughts with a heavy heart, going back to his previous activity.

And of course, for you, well, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t visit him in your bird form during the night on weekdays, curious to see if, by chance, he was up - which he often wasn’t, and if he was sinning.

To no avail, of course.

It was hard to place if you were missing it by some misfortune, or if he just wasn’t doing it. So Saturday was your best guess. You saw him do it that day, so you figured from the beginning you’d see him to it again on all Saturdays. That’s what you hoped, anyway.

The next Saturday, though, you were proven correct.

The scene was similar to the one from last time, you, perched on the railing, sliding glass door open, curtains pushed to the side, and Izuku moaning like a slut on his bed covers.

Your feathers ruffled up in excitement, it looked as if he just came from the shower, towel discarded on the floor.

Things were going to be much different this time, unknown to you, of course.

Because this time, Izuku knew you were there.

He knew you were watching him.

And he knew it was on purpose because earlier that evening you stopped by to play video games before ‘retiring’ for the night.

Naughty girl, did you expect him to believe that when he’s been able to see through your lies ever since childhood?

He could feel your piercing gaze, and it thrilled him, making his cock slathered in lube he recently purchased twitch against his toned stomach.

Currently, he was rubbing up and down his twitching thighs, trying to calm himself down since, in his excitement at hearing you drop by, he almost came.

You eagerly watched as he did so, black eyes following his beautiful hand movements.

His thighs were so, so glorious.

Was it a bad thing to want to be trapped between them whilst you sucked his pretty dick?

To have them suffocate you was a dream. You’d give just about anything for them to squeeze your head as he came closer and closer to unraveling.

His legs were always nice, but ever since he began using them to smash incredibly large and sturdy objects, your fixation with them grew.

Hell, who were you kidding? You loved every aspect of that boy.

You wanted to lather his perfect body in searing kisses, whispering praises under every breath you took.

Your toes curled, clinging onto the raining as you leaned forward eagerly, watching as his hands traced down his inner thighs, just to drag across the underside of his dick.

He gasped once his fingers ran over his slit, head shoving itself into his pillow.

He wanted to put on a good show for you, gauge your reaction from the corner of his half-lidded eyes.

Surely you’d be too transfixed by his lower half to notice dark green eyes gazing over at you.

And he was right.

Because you couldn’t tear your attention away from his crotch, his hips lifting off the bed as he slowly thrusted into the tunnel he made with his hand.

It was as if he was teasing himself by going slow, his whines for more being a clear give away, that and the twitch of his hips as he sought a faster pace but held himself back.

“A-ahh~ (Y/N).. S-so good.. To me..”

How could he not imagine his hands as your own?

Yours were so small, too.. Could they even fully wrap around his thick length? He was all too eager to find out, but that’d have to be for a later date. Hopefully.

As time flew by, his impatience grew.

He wanted to put a good show on for you, truly, he did! But he couldn’t help himself, he wanted to cum oh-so badly.

To have that knot that was already building up in his system before you flew in to finally burst.

Sobs tore from his throat as he finally gave in, aching cock slamming into his fist with a wet squelch as his hand squeezed and twisted down on his length.

He didn’t last long, soon releasing his seed all over himself once again with a shrill cry, body arching up beautifully off the bed.

Whilst regaining his breath, he shakily looked over at you, joy sparking in his system to see you leaning forward as if you were enraptured by him.

It felt so good.

This occured more often than either of you would like to admit, but yet, there was no complaints.

Like before, life carried on normally in the light of day, but Saturday night? Showtime.

It was always something new, much to your enjoyment.

One night, which just so happened to be one where a new moon hung high in the inky black sky freckled with stars, you had the pleasure of witnessing him fuck a pillow.

So sweet. A true jackpot.

Since the tranquil, silvery beams of moonlight were absent on this particular evening, an Allmight night light of sorts illuminated the room in a yellow glow. It was brighter than the times before, ultimately giving you a better look at just what he was doing.

That wasn’t all, though.

Before, with the pale light of the moon, he was always submerged in a sinful atmosphere.

But now, you see, he looked so very soft in this light. It showered his perfectly toned, freckled and sweaty body in such a warm glow. It radiated innocence, despite his downright dirty acts of self-care.

His face was pressed to the side of the mattress, drool dripping past his parted lips as he gasped and moaned, cheeks burning red, eyes closed and brows arched upward as he chased that sweet, sweet release he so anticipated. His hips rutted into the soft pillow like a bunny in heat. Scarred hands had a death grip on it, forcing it down on his cock to provide an addicting combination of pressure and pleasure. Though you couldn’t quite see his flushed dick in action, his adorable face and moans made up for it.

Was it too bold of you to say he was imagining the pillow was you?

The way your name rolled off his tongue certainly would lead to that blissful assumption.

Another night you had gotten there early.

It was a particularly breezy night, the wind making his curtains dance and hair sway slightly. It was still hard to believe he liked having his sliding-glass door open. Did he like the fresh air when he was left gasping from his ministrations? Or did he thrive on the possibility that someone could hear him cry out?

How alluring that thought was.

But, how foolish of you to assume you were being sneaky.

To your luck, getting there early meant you got to see him set up the act, anticipate just what he was about to do. Predictions flooded your mind as you watched him with a tilted head as he poured lube onto his shaky fingers.

Whatever he was about to do, he seemed nervous. A first time thing, perhaps? Or was he shaking with desire?

You’d later come to realize you never wanted to be in front of this man more than that night.

Because, to your utmost delight, that was the night you witnessed him finger himself for no-doubt the first time.

He was cautious and tense, you could easily tell from so far away. You couldn’t see what he was doing exactly, but it wasn’t too hard to put pieces of a puzzle together.

In the beginning, he was trying to ease himself into it, one hand languidly stroking his erection, trying to calm his erratic heartbeat, whilst the other seemed to tease at his opening.

He bit his bottom lip the moment he decided it was time to quit shitting around, thighs splaying wide open once again for better access - and to you, a better view. His eyes slipped closed as he tried to focus on what he was doing, momentarily stopping the strokes on his cock so his attention would be on the feeling of a single digit slipping in and out of his virgin hole. He stayed tensed for a while, obviously trying to adjust. It wasnt until a few minutes later that he started to get really into it, slipping in another finger as his hips started to rock to the slow beat set.

His weeping dick was given attention again not long after that, hips wiggling and high-pitched cries of ecstasy tears from his throat at the two hands working in unison.

You couldn’t help but hop from one foot to the other that night as you eagerly drank in the sight.

“A-ahh! O-h oh god! (Y-Y/N)! F-faster- oh! Ple-ase f-fahh! Uhn! Ha-ah- ah- ah!”

Were you fucking him in this fantasy? A strap on, maybe? You wouldnt oppose doing so, he’s so cute begging like this. Begging for a plastic cock to pound into his tight ass with each whine, whimper, and moan.

He finished quite quickly, fingers probably finally finding that sweet spot deep inside of him. His eyes shot open, going cross as he practically screamed into the night.

And most recently, you witnessed him cum so hard he passed out for a few moments.

And you knew exactly why.

Because earlier that day, your boredom once again got the best of you, and you couldnt help but notice Izuku was lost in his thoughts during a break period. So, being the cheeky shit you were, you waltzed on over to him, leaning down to whisper in his ear “Hey.”

It was funny how he had to slap a hand over his mouth, obviously hiding a whine. You knew your voice had an effect on him, especially when it was lowered an octave. Pair that with your hot breath fanning over his overly sensitive ear? The man was pudding.

“(Y-Y/N)! I-I told you to stop doing that..!” He blushed, eyes squeezing shut to avoid your smirking face.

But that wasn’t all, no. You sat in his lap after that. He almost died, face a cherry red as his hands were held up, not sure where to put them.

It was honestly a rare occasion, for Iida was out with Momo for class president and vice president duties. You had to take advantage of that.

“What? I don’t want to stand this whole time!” Came your pouty response, and he most definitely couldn’t refuse those puppy-dog eyes you used on him.

To his horror, you wiggled in your fleshy seat, trying to get ‘comfortable’ whilst pretending you had no idea what you were doing to him. You knew damn well what it was you were doing, you were grinding your ass on his crotch - just for an agonizing moment.

It was hard to get him to form a sentence that wasn’t broken with stutters the whole time you sat atop his lap. He was so cute, all blushy like that. A little strawberry.

The second Iida and Momo came back from their duties, you jumped off his lap, startling him once again. To your ‘misfortune,’ you dropped the pencil which was tucked into your shirt pocket. So, you promptly bent down to get it, giving the perverted Izuku behind you a glorious view of your round ass covered by a pair of lacy white panties.

It was a wonder how he didn’t pass out as you expected him to, honestly.

You never heard him cry out your name as much as you did that very night.

Who knew such a shy and bashful boy could be so.. Lewd?

It was a major turn on, you could only imagine what it would be like to be there with him.

Oh, how glorious that would be.

To stare into his eyes blown wide with lust and glazed over with desire, knowing full well you were the true reason behind it - and not just his hands.

You wanted to..

You wanted to do so many things to and with him.

But you couldn’t.

Because at the end of the day, you were still only best friends.

He may call your name in the dead of night, he may beg for you in his dreams, but that doesn’t make you more than what you were when the sun rises yet again over the grassy hill coated in morning dew.

Just friends.

Friends until actions occur that change the definition of the word.

‘Friends’ brought a bitter taste to your tongue when it came to describing Izuku. You wanted to be more than just…. ‘Friends.’

But that was selfish of you.

You couldnt always get what you wanted, even if both parties want the exact same thing.

You could never live with yourself if you forced yourself onto him when he wasn’t ready to accept it. You knew very well how easily overwhelmed he could get. You worried that if.. your Saturday night activities got around to him, that he’d never want anything to do with you again. You were playing a dangerous game.

It was a hard concept to grasp, really.

But little did you know, he would be perfectly okay with it. More than okay, actually.

In fact, he craved it so, so much. With each Saturday that came, with every show he put on for you, he so desperately wished you’d revert back to your human form and come join him on his messy bed. He wanted to feel your soft skin brush against his overheated body. He wanted that intimacy.

He knew you wanted it too, he’s seen you almost fly right on into his room with particular moments.

He loved being watched by you, gaining validation every week by your intense, infatuated gaze, but he didn’t know how much more he could take. It was driving him absolutely insane. He noticed himself becoming more brash and reckless during training, his frustration taking over his senses and causing absolute mayhem.

In the beginning, speaking to you outside of these downright shameful acts was exhilarating, but now it was simply infuriating. How could you act like nothing was happening? How could you stay so innocent whilst he was out here losing his marbles?

The rubber band holding his sanity together was stretched too thin, he had no doubt that it would snap any day now and his carnal desires will be let loose.

Such a risky thing he had willingly got himself into.

But that band snapped much sooner than he predicted, and there was no going back after that.

It’s been nearly two months since this whole act started.

It’s gotten progressively hotter outside, it was almost as if the sun itself had something personal against anyone and everyone who walked in it’s brilliant light.

The training has gotten harder thanks to the sweltering heat. Primetime to exercise until you feel like throwing up, yeah?

They were supposed to progress on their workouts throughout the year, but damn did this heat wave come at an unconventional time. Poor Tokoyami almost had a heat stroke.

The intensity of the workouts was making everyone antsy. The weekdays were hell on Earth, so the weekends became an even bigger godsend to the poor hero students working to achieve their dreams.

That being said, what better way to distress than too..?

This week was particularly stressful, and after the hell Izuku and his fellow classmates were put through, he craved that certain destresser he’s been hooked on for far too long.

It was unfortunate that he cracked a bit earlier than his scheduled 11 PM rub out, making it only to 10:41 PM before his dirty thoughts overtook his being and made his dick twitch to life in his shorts. He wanted to wait, but he became increasingly uncomfortable, hips shimmying, trying to find a comfortable position to wait around in.

After promptly giving up, he leaned back on his bed, tugging his shorts off and letting his eyes slip shut as he palmed himself through his boxers.

Things always felt better for the green-eyed boy if he took it slow, working himself up to the point of desperation.

And that’s what he did.

He knew you wouldnt be there for a while, he knew his heart wouldnt be pumping like it always did when you showed up, so he fell back onto Plan B, fully emerging himself in a fantasy.

He hadn’t done that since you first showed up. A trip on memory lane.

But now he had a chance.

Though he had to admit, he’d much prefer it if you were there..

In his mind, he wasn’t in some silly dorm.

He was a pro-hero living in a large apartment with pristine windows that reflected the night lights of the mesmerizing city below like lanterns in the sky. The interior lights were off, the room cast in a soft orange glow by a gentle flame flickering in the sandstone fireplace situated in front of the satin burgundy couch he sat upon. Soft moans filled the atmosphere, paired with the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the complex.

You were in his lap, arms wrapped tightly around his neck as you hung on for dear life. Your nails gave him an addicting sting as they dug into freckled skin, his name escaping your parted lips like a prayer, moans much louder than his own accompanying the pleas. He was in heaven, surely, for how else could there be such a beautiful angel in his lap?

You were glowing, cheeks blazing a deep maroon color, the light of the fire behind you encasing you in a soft, golden gleam.

A heavy breath blew out Izuku’s nose, closed eyes scrunching as he finally decided to rip his boxers off. His rough hand immediately wrapped itself around his cock, hissing in pleasure and thanking the heavens just this once for being such a heavy pre producer - he was far too enraptured by this fantasy to even think about trying to get his trusty bottle of lube.

Avoiding the flushed head, his hand squeezed and twisted it’s way up and down his slicked up shaft, hiding the wet noises with his pathetic whines.

He dived back into his mind.

You were kissing him fervently, tongues dancing in hot caverns as your noises of pure pleasure molded together. Though you were on top, you were far from having control. Izuku’s hands squeezed your hips in a death grip, bouncing you on his throbbing member, green sparks illuminating his body as to ensure a delicious yet inhuman pace.

He could feel you. He swore he could, even from on this bed, he could feel you. You were so warm, and so, so very tight.

He couldn’t handle it.

No.

He needed more.

He whined desperately on his bed, back arching as he chased his fantasy but soon lost it as the familiar fluttering of small wings blocked out all other sounds.

He gasped, trying to catch the breath that seemed to constantly slip past him. He was too worked up.

He was too needy. He was aching, body shaking with anticipation and eagerness.

He craved you like a man craved water after stumbling through a burning hot desert all day.

You were so close to him, he could reach out and swear he could feel your feathers beneath his fingertips.

He was past the point of no return, his fantasy just couldn’t do it for him.

He needed you, god he needed you so so bad it hurt.

Sobs tore from his throat, hands stuttering as his eyes finally flew open,

“(Y-Y/N)! Please!” He cried out with a strangled moan, vision wavering from the pain of not having you with him despite being right there.

Swallowing all of his pride, he looked towards your perched form, tears slipping from his sparkling viridescent eyes glazed over with lust.

His chest was heaving, thighs quivering and body trembling as he called out to you with a salacious plea, “I can’t..! I can’t do this anymore, please! Please, I-I need you!”

He was begging, begging for you whilst simultaneously thrusting into his hand.

Such an erotic display.

At the moment, you couldn’t even care about the fact he clearly knew it was you there. In fact, it didn’t even come to mind as a jolt of electricity coursed through your body, returning you to your human form as you eagerly jumped off the railing to him, all too willing to join his lascivious activities.

He moaned with delight the second your knee hit his bed, dipping his body towards you. His filthy hand shot off his dick, joining the other with gripping at your baggy sleepwear, pulling you towards his burning body.

You fell onto him, not given a chance to collect your thoughts before a hand buried itself in your messy hair, yanking your hair so that he could easily smash his lips against your own.

The kiss was nothing like how you pictured your first with him to be. Instead of sweet and gentle, it was downright dirty and sloppy, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. You were both clearly inexperienced, but that didn’t matter. You just wanted to feel him, same as he wanted to feel you.

Your hands, shaking with the sudden extreme boost of adrenaline, cupped his chubby cheeks as your lips met again, and again, and again, drool mingling with his own as you tried to get the hang of this.

Eventually, your lips stayed connected, tongues fighting for dominance.

You couldn’t even tell, due to the heat of the moment overtaking your senses, but the entire time you made out, Izuku’s curious hands dragged ever-so-slowly down the sides of your body, feeling those curves that drove him absolutely insane. Just as it seemed as if you’d win the short battle, his large hands came over your plump ass, squeezing the soft flesh and causing you to gasp. With your mind distracted, he quickly smooshed his lips against your own once again, tongue defeating your own and giving him complete access to your mouth.

He explored it, the tip of the wet muscle seemingly grazing over and massaging in just all the right places, drawing a little moan from you that shot straight down to his neglected cock. It twitched against his stomach, and suddenly he wasn’t interested in just making out anymore. He needed more, and he’d fucking get it.

He’s waited so long for this moment, dreamt of it so often it became normal for him to wake up covered in sweat and with a raging erection straining against his shorts.

His grip on your ass moved to your hips, dragging them down onto his member and grinding you down against him.

You both moaned, hips involuntarily jerking against one another, starting up a grinding fest.

Moans melted together as you both continued to kiss before a particularly rough thrust sent your head flinging back and a mewl spewing from you.

“A-ah.. Izuku..!” You shivered, eyes closing as you gripped at his hair. He stared up at you, eyes full of love but darkened by immense desire as you shamelessly moaned above him. His hips ground his rock-hard erection against your soaked panties, brushing roughly against your clothed clit. Your body seemed to jolt with every brush against it, your senses completely overloaded as you were driven mad with lust.

You shrieked with surprise as you were suddenly flipped over, body slamming onto the mattress as Izuku crawled over on top of you.

He continues to grind himself against you, hands moving your legs up so they could wrap around his hips. Whilst kissing at the side of your neck, his nose brushed along the skin, searching for that special spot.

Amidst your onslaught of noises, you made a sound clearly indicating he had found what he had been searching for. His hot tongue licked at the sensitive skin before he bit down on it.

You cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, jumping in his arms as an intense shiver rolled down your back, hands coming up to clutch at his broad shoulders smothered in freckles and burning with a blush.

You felt so, so tingly, so good, so.. So everything.

Perhaps that’s simply because of how worked up you currently were, every single touch lit your body aflame again and again. Besides, how could you keep quiet when he was rubbing against you in just the right place?

He sucked harshly at the tender flesh before kissing it lovingly as if to apologize for the brutal treatment, licking the pain away and continuing to nibble along the area, leaving a bruise that was sure to remain in the morning.

In fact, he decided, he was going to leave many. Just..not today.

He couldn’t deny, though, it did feel pretty good that his mark was on your soft skin where all could potentially see.

But for now, you had too many layers on for his current liking.

Izuku drew back, stopping the grind sesh - much to your apparent dismay, tugging at the hem of your shirt, silently asking for permission, and you willingly lifted your arms.

Had you not been so consumed with sheer desire, you would have covered your bare chest. Instead, you nodded your head, giving the man panting as if he had just run a mile permission to kiss his way down to the soft mounds he previously couldn’t help but bashfully stare at.

His lips lavished them both in kisses, praises unknowingly slipping out between his teeth until he finally decided to take one bud into his mouth.

He was sloppy, messy, and all-around inexperienced, but you couldn’t deny the fact that it still felt good.

He spent surely less than a minute giving attention to each perky nipple, but it was made up for by a sweet kiss. You eagerly returned it, body arching as if trying to bring him closer.

It was so strange how he took control so easily, he had been begging only a few minutes ago.

Not that you minded, of course.

After all, who doesnt like being pampered by their long time crush?

“May I?” He whispered breathlessly, trembling fingers hooked around your panties, ready to pull them off.

You nodded immediately, oh-so desperate to have him actually touch you. You needed to feel him. All this grinding did was leave you with a throbbing clit, pussy so wet your juices were close to flowing down your ass, and the want for more.

He smashed his lips back against your own, practically ripping the fabric off of you and flinging it to only god knows where in this dark room.

His lips didn’t leave yours as his hands traveled down your sides again, squeezing your ass just to hear you gasp.

You couldn’t tell if he was teasing you, or hit with a sudden wave of embarrassment as his fingers seemed to stutter on your thighs.

“It’s okay.. It’s okay..” You cooed against his lips, eyes opening to stare into his.

He gulped, swallowing his insecurities as he ran an index finger along your sit.

You bit your lip, eyes slipping closed once more and hips twitching forward at the foreign touch against heated flesh.

Izuku took this as a sign to go further, so he did.

Staring at your face, he pushed the finger past your lower lips, ignoring the intense throbbing of his dick as he felt how wet you were. The digit trailed down, searching for your clenching hole. When he found it, he couldnt help but teasingly trace around it, adoring the scrunch of your flushed face and the whine that followed suit.

“Please, Izuku..” You whimpered, and how could he say no to that?

He slowly pushed his finger in, nearly cumming on the spot from just how tight and warm you were. He openly moaned, watching as he sunk the finger all the way down to his knuckle.

Clouded eyes flickered back up to your face, noting how you didn’t seem to be in pain.

Licking his lips in anticipation, he pulled the finger out, then pushed it back in, over and over and over again as your thighs twitched around him, mouth falling open as you breathed heavily, moaning ever so softly.

His heart pounded in his chest as he added another finger, continuing the motions for before.

Your hips shimmied at the stretch, his fingers much larger than your own slim once, but so much nicer, because it was him, and not you. Your hips involuntarily chased the rhythm he set.

“Ahh.. haa..h.. Oh! Ah! Ahhhghh!” your eyes shot open as his fingers curled inside you, brushing against that spongey spot in your clenching walls. “Oh! T-There Iz-Izuku~!” You moaned out his name, and it was as if his body got put on autopilot, fingers thrusting in and out of your sopping heat, curly against that spot that had you moaning.

A particularly loud squeal left your parted lips, and he snapped. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed you so bad it hurt. Watching your body react violently around only his fingers? The cherry on the cake!

He needed his dick in you, to feel those soft walls clenching around him, to hear you cry out his name more as he brought you to the peak of madness.

But he was worried about how long he’d last.

He was so close before, what if he came nearly immediately?

Pulling his fingers out fully, which drew your attention back to him, he lifted them to his mouth, shoving them in and putting on a sinful display of licking them clean for you

He smiled at you with half-lidded eyes as you stared at him with astonishment. Lurching forward, you took him by surprise by gripping his sweaty hair and pulling him down for another passionate kiss, moaning around his tongue as you tasted your essence on him.

Keeping his focus on the kiss, Izuku’s hand blindly felt around his bedside table, opening the drawer and somehow managing to find the single condom he kept in there.

You noticed it from the corner of your eye, the moonlight reflecting on the silver wrapper.

“When did you get that?” You pulled away from the kiss, indulging in your curiosity as you stared at the condom between his fingers.

He chuckled nervously, looking to the side in embarrassment, “I- I got a pack from the corner store.. Not long ago..”

He left out the motivation behind it, not ready to reveal he knew you were watching him the entire time - thus bringing forth his precautious side as he fumbled with measuring himself and getting the right size.

“Now, I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait any longer, princess..” He whispered under a heavy breath, ripping open the packaging, grabbing the latex and rolling it on himself, ignoring your eyes practically burning holes into his heated skin as they watched with eagerness.

Now that it was on, he looked back up to you, hand coming to gently caress your face, thumb smoothing over your blushing cheek as he leaned down to kiss you once more.

Yes, he wanted to pound you into next tomorrow right this instant, be he couldnt ignore the fact that this was your first time together. He wanted it to be.. Sweet.

As sweet as he could make it, anyway.

He jumped in his own skin when he felt your cold fingers wrap around his cock, bringing his oozing head towards your entrance. He was quick to replace them, though, just so he could rub himself between your folds and teasingly against your clit.

“..ready?” He asked nearly impatiently as he guided his tip to your entrance once more.

He slowly pushed in the moment you nodded your head.

Oh god! He thought to himself as he moaned loudly. He was only in by an inch and already it felt like his world was spinning! You were so damn tight!

He nearly collapsed on top of you, bringing his hands up just to hold your own against the bedsheets.

He was being much too slow for your liking. You were so aroused on, so ready for him that, though you appreciated him going slow for you, you couldn’t handle another second with this agonizing pace.. So, without warning, your legs, which were still wrapped around his hips, tightened, and you forcefully drove his hips forward, fully sheathing him inside you.

He screamed in pleasure, head involuntarily being thrown back as his eyes rolled back. You moaned along with him, the feeling of being full outweighing the slight stinging pain that it brought with it.

His fingernails dug into your hips as he tried to control himself, his body vibrating from how much he was shaking. You held him flushed against you, eyes squeezing shut as you fought to relax around him and get used to his length. Which was pretty damn big! Perhaps you bit off more than you could chew..

But it didn’t take long for the pain to slowly subside, and you were back in business. Meanwhile, Izuku was staring cross-eyed up at the ceiling, holding himself back from exploding.

“Izu-”

“I-I Don-t think I c-can last long, (Y/N)...” he whimpered out, chest heaving and heart hammering.

You nodded in understanding, he was quite busy with himself before you showed up anyway.

And now all this? It certainly must be sudden.

Plus, Izuku has always been a sensitive boy, so no doubt his nerves were on fire.

Nonetheless, he was quick to catch on to your ‘okay’ for him to move.

So, he pulled himself out halfway, nearly sobbing as he thrusts back in.

You felt so good.. So good.. sogood- “So good.. Ahh! A-ahh nnghjnn S-so go-goo- gahn! Hahhh!” The sheer velocity of his moans overpowered your own as he soon found himself uncontrollably drilling his cock into your pussy, absorbed by the feeling of you sucking him back in like a black hole just to squeeze the life out of him.

That hot coil that had been winding up in his stomach all this time was soon to burst, he could feel himself getting closer and closer with every slap of skin against skin, edged on by your beautiful moans.

“(Y-Y/N)!! I-I’m gonna! I-!” He could barely form any sentences, all that spilled out of that drooling mouth were moans and mindless babbles and praises.

You were just as close, but you wanted more.. So, you ripped one hand free from his grip, licking a digit before thrusting it down just to furiously rub at your puffy clit aching for attention.

You both moaned simultaneously, him at the sight, and you at the combined stimulation.

He was about to break, about to hit the point of no return when he found your G spot. You cried out in ecstasy, body practically arching of the mattress as he focused deep, powerful thrusts on that area.

And by some miracle, you reached your high before he did.

A wave of electrifying pleasure washed over you as your body tensed beneath him, back arching impossibly high off the mattress as your walls seemed to clamp down on his cock like a vice just as that burning hot coil wound tight in your belly burst. Stars bloomed in your eyes as your vision went black, Izuku’s name tearing from your throat.

Your hot, wet walls clamping down on him threw him into his own long-awaited and intense orgasm. His thighs tensed as he cried out in ecstasy into the night air, hips slamming into your fluttering cunt once more before thick, hot cum shot from his dick, filling up the condom deep inside of you.

You both stayed like that for a moment, basking in the afterglow of something you both waited weeks for.

He inhaled shakily before pulling his softening member out, rolling the condom off in a sleepy haze before tying it off and throwing it into the trash bin.

He flopped down beside you, far too sleepy to even think about getting up.

You were already fast asleep, and he couldn’t wait to join you. Wrapping his scarred arm around your waist, he pulled your warm body to his chest, tangling his legs with yours and falling asleep within moments to your soft breaths and the crickets singing outside his glass door.

There was a lot to talk about tomorrow morning.

You’d both have to explain yourselves, talk about what happened, what was next, and confirm feelings for each other. That this wasn’t just a ‘one night stand’ between friends.

And, of course, you’d be hit with a truck of pain between your legs, rendering you unable to walk properly. At least Izuku is there to take care of you, and that it was a Sunday.

Until you both come to the horrifying realization that Izuku, in the heat of the moment, accidentally flung your panties out the open window, which was then miraculously carried by a stray gust of wind just for Kaminari to find in a bush by the side of the building the following morning when taking the trash out.

Thank god nobody recognized them, but you could only hope you’d get the chance to get that back before he, along with Mineta, no doubt do something with them.

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littledrummeraussie · 4 years ago

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when ashton gets home from tour and he’s so excited to see you but he’s so exhausted and you just end up snuggling and giving each other lazy kisses until you fall asleep together 🥺 the babiest boy in the whole world p.s. congrats on 1k, love you bunches ❤️

...are you alright, Los Angeles? ❤️ HERE COMES THE FLUFF! ❤️

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The plane finally landed, making you sigh in relief as you picked up your bag and made your way to the gates, ready for your boyfriend and his friends to arrive. You knew they had a car waiting to pick them up and take them home, but you couldn’t wait to see him after being apart for month as he was touring all across the world. You bounced on your toes, a nervous habit you picked up whenever you needed to wait for Ashton, always at the ready to run into his arms for a hug and a kiss. A blush made your cheeks hot as you remembered the first time you did it, making Ashton drop everything at the surprise and wrapping his arms around you when you reached him.

Minutes passed, and soon the gates opened, mass of bodies coming your way with bags and suitcases, and you’ve tried to look over their heads to see the people you were waiting for. Then you saw him – a mess of curling black hair, unruly from hours spent on a plane and probably from many attempts to smooth it back, hazel eyes hiding behind a pair of glasses as he hoisted up a bag over his shoulder. You pushed through the crowd, eyes never leaving his form until you were close enough for him to call out his name.

”Ash?”

Ashton’s head snapped up, looking around for the voice, and that was the moment you crashed into his chest, wrapping your arms around him. He needed a second to steady himself, almost toppling over from your surprise hug, but then he started laughing, pulling you into his embrace, face buried in your hair.

”Hey baby,” he cupped your face, pressing a kiss against your forehead and you smiled at him, a giggle leaving your lips. ”That’s what I call a surprise.”

”I’m here to pick you up,” you squeezed his arms, starting to bounce on your toes again. ”I just… couldn’t wait anymore.”

”Fuck, I missed you,” a heavy sigh left his lips, leaning closer and pressing his cheek against yours. ”Can’t believe we’re finally home.”

”We will be in half an hour,” you pushed your lips against his temple, kissing it gently. ”Do you have everything?”

Ashton nodded, pulling back to pick up his bag again then started pushing the luggage cart as he wrapped an arm around you. He said goodbye to the guys, already making plans to pick up where they’ve left off, then made his way to your car parked nearby. You helped him load his stuff into the trunk and backseat, and in minutes you were on your way back home, your favourite car playlist quietly playing on the stereo. Ashton’s hand was gently holding onto yours over the console, open palm waiting whenever you needed to pull away, his eyes tired, but he never took them off of you.

”Are you staring?” you hummed as you stopped at a red light, glancing over at him. ”Or are you sleeping with your eyes open?”

”Maybe both,” Ashton smiled sheepishly, rubbing at his eyes. ”You’re definitely pretty to look at.”

”And you’re talking sleepy nonsense,” you leaned over to press a light kiss against his lips before focusing back on the road. ”Just a note, I can’t drag you out of the car and up to bed.”

”Don’t have to,” he chuckled, squeezing your hand. ”I have two functional legs, thank you very much. I’m just tired.”

”No wonder with your delayed arrival and whatnot,” you tapped a finger against the wheel, following the beat of the song currently playing. ”We’ll be home in 10.”

”Thanks for picking me up,” Ashton tugged you to his chest when both of you got out of the car, wrapping his arms around you. ”You didn’t have to.”

”Of course I did,” you pressed a kiss on his cheek, making him smile back at you. ”That’s what girlfriends are for, right?”

”Dunno, I’ve only ever been a boyfriend,” he chuckled, picking up his bag. ”I think we can worry about the rest tomorrow. I just really need to shower and sleep.”

”Hmmhh, come on then,” you interlocked your fingers as you pulled him into the house. ”Home, sweet home.”

”The sweetest,” Ashton nodded while looking at you, and you were sure he was thinking about you rather than the place you’ve shared.

”Let’s get you into the shower,” you lightly pushed at his back to make him move towards the bathroom, but he reached back for you, grabbing your wrist.

”Join me?” he blinked at you with big eyes, ready to give you a pout as well, and you let him pull you with him up the stairs.

He was all giggles and smiles, lips pressing kisses on your face as you’ve stripped him of his clothes, his fingers fumbling with your shirt and jeans to get you naked too. You let him kiss you as he pushed you up against the wall, the water running over both of your bodies. Your fingers ran through his wet hair, smoothing it back from his forehead to drink in his features, and Ashton chuckled, burrowing closer to hide his face in your neck.

”Don’t,” he mumbled against your skin, and you lightly scratched at his scalp, kissing his ear.

”I just missed your cute face,” you gave a tug to his hair. ”Tired or not, it’s my favourite.”

”Not as cute as yours, though,” he pulled back to press another kiss on your lips, and you rubbed your thumbs against his cheeks.

”Let me wash your hair and then we can go to bed, alright?”

Ashton just nodded, letting you go through the old routine as you ran your fingers through his hair, combing through the messy curls and working in the shampoo, massaging his scalp before rinsing it all out. He hummed quietly, eyes closing every now and then as you repeated it for a second time, making sure you did not miss the conditioner either – you enjoyed how the silky strands felt against your fingers, and Ashton always loved when you played with his hair. It was one of the fastest ways to help him to–

”Don’t fall asleep on me yet, love,” you chuckled, rinsing out the last of the suds and Ashton slightly blushed. ”There. All done.”

”Thank you, babe,” he pressed a kiss on your forehead, lightly knocking his own against yours.

”Let’s get you to bed. You’re almost out,” you squeezed his arms, and he nodded again, turning off the tap.

You made sure to dry his hair as much as you could before pushing him down on the edge of the bed, getting some comfortable sleep clothes for him out of his closet. He was already under the blankets when you’ve joined him, his eyes almost closed, but his arms open for you to snuggle up to his chest.

”Hey you,” he pressed his face close to yours, noses touching as he smiled at you. ”Missed you having like this.”

”Missed you having like this,” you whispered back, pecking his lips sweetly. ”It’s nice finally getting you back. Bed was too big and empty.”

”Yeah, mine haven’t felt right either,” Ashton pushed a lock of hair behind your ear, fingertip running over the shell. ”No cute snoring. No warm body cuddling up to me. No goodnight kisses.”

”I can make up for that now,” you pressed another kiss on his lips, and he melted against you, palm curling around the back of your neck. ”I missed kissing you, Ash.”

”Me too, Y/N,” he mumbled against your lips, his eyes fluttering closed, his hold on you loosening.

”Sleepy boy?” you brushed your lips against his forehead, and he moved until he could tuck his head under your chin, hand sliding down to rest on your waist.

”Hmmhh, sleepy boy,” Ashton agreed, and you lightly caressed his neck, slowly moving your fingers to his hair to stroke his drying locks. ”Feels nice.”

”Go to sleep, baby,” you kissed the top of his head and Ash cuddled a bit closer, his body finally relaxing against yours. ”Welcome home.”

”Love you too,” he let out one last happy sigh, falling asleep safe and sound in your arms, his light snores already filling the room, and making the house feel like home again.

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forthehpfanboys · 4 years ago

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Not Going Anywhere

Pair: Hermione Granger x Reader; he/him.

Summary: You’ve kept a pretty big secret from your bird for a while, but what happens when you end up revealing it on one fate filled night where she sees it first hand?

Warnings: Blood mentions, fluffy!

Notes: Requested! Hope you enjoy! Lowkey cringey but-

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

Red.

All you saw was blood red.

Red and shadows of moving figures. You couldn’t make out what body belonged to what name or remember your own to be fair. You growled, snarled, hissed, everything under the sun yet the figures stepped closer. You just wanted to be alone. It was so cold.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, your ears were ringing. Everything hurt, everything was throbbing. You felt lost, confused and in pain. You were hurt. You were bleeding and vulnerable and that leads to more bleeding and more vulnerable. All and all, you were scared and running purely off instinct at this point.

“It’s ok.” A distorted female voice whispered. It was vaguely familiar but so far away. The idea of familiarity left as quickly as it came. You bared your teeth once more before taking off, leaving a trail of red behind you.

Hermione stepped forward carefully. She reached out slowly, making sure not to make any sudden movements. She knew deep down you weren’t going to recognize her and it broke her heart a little. She didn’t flinch when your ears rolled back and your sharp teeth made themselves known.

“It’s ok.” She spoke up gently. The young witch wanted to believe you wouldn’t hurt her, but you already had. You’d slashed across her arm, not too deep, but deep enough to cause it to throb and bleed.

Why didn’t you tell her? She could’ve helped, they all could have, instead you hit it from everyone. Why did she have to find you like this? Covered in blood, cuts and mud, howling at the full moon. Hermione almost ran after you when you darted off into the woods, instead she just glanced down at the ground, shifting her weight. She glanced back up, her eyes glistening with tears in the moonlight as she watched you retreat into the forbidden forest.

“He’ll come back, Mione.” Ron spoke softly, resting a hand against her shoulder. She didn’t try to stop him when he pulled her into a hug. Harry rubbed her back while she hid in her friend's chest. She didn’t want to look at the red anymore. She held her arm tightly into her chest, hoping the bleeding would stop. It was throbbing again.

“Come on. Let’s get you to the hospital wing.” Harry gently guided the crying girl back to the castle while Ron lagged, keeping a watchful eye out for you. They were all hoping their friend would be ok.

Your eyes slowly opened, revealing patches of green and brown. The morning air was crisp and sharp against your bare skin, causing you to curl up to try to gain warmth. You knew what happened, of course you did. It happens anywhere from one to three times a month, it was almost always the same. You didn’t want to look at the damage.

You pulled yourself up, looking down at your bare frame. Your eyes focused on the bruises, the blood covering your body. You must’ve fought something, something big and won. There was so much red though, you looked like a beast. You felt like a beast.

“(Y/n)?” A soft voice called out, echoing in the nearly empty woods. You jumped, trying your best to find some piece of clothing to use to cover yourself. The voice was familiar. Was that Harry?

“Mr.(Y/n)?” A slightly louder voice called out. It sounded like Professor Lupin.

“I’m over here!” you called out weakly, your voice cracking in the middle. You stayed seated on the ground, covering your lap with your ripped up shirt. It did the job.

Soon, Lupin and Harry pushed through the foliage in front of you. Harry smiled and hurried over to you, quickly kneeling beside you to drape his school rone over your bare shoulders. Lupin sighed in relief when he noticed you were only covered in bruises and no major cuts.

“Merlin’s beard, (Y/n)! We were scared you were gone for good! We’ve been looking for you all morning!” Harry spoke out. “Mione’s been freaking out since last night!”

The mention of your girlfriends name made fuzzy images flash across your eyes, but nothing was clear. You furrowed your eyebrows, your hands grasping the edges of the robe to pull it closer around you.

“What happened?” You looked at Harry before turning to Lupin, then the grass in shame. If there was anyone you should’ve told, it was Lupin. He would’ve understood and helped all without judgement.

“You went werewolf in the middle of the dining hall.” Harry spoke slowly, but was quick to clarify when your head snapped up and looked at him with wide eyes. “You didn’t hurt anyone! Everyone was ok. Well kinda..”

“Kinda?” Your expression shifted into a deeper version of worry.

“While almost everyone was ok, Miss. Grange-”

“Oh, Godric! I killed her, didn’t I?!” You covered your face with the hood of the robe. You felt tears welling up in your eyes before you could process anything else. You felt like a monster. “What? No! She’s-”

“Paralzied? Decapitated? Half eaten? What? What did I do to her?!” Your heart ached at the mere idea of laying a finger let alone a claw on her. She didn’t deserve whatever you put her through. She was alway beside you, even if you kept this huge secret from you… Wait, would she wanna be with you?

Lupin could tell from how your breathing was picking up that you were spiraling down a dark path. He sighed and reached into his pocket, pulling out what was left of his chocolate bar. “I’m gonna start asking Dumbledore to give you guys more chocolate. This is running me dry.” Lupin tried to joke as he rested a hand on your shoulder. “Listen,” Lupin shoved the chocolate into your hands while Harry rubbed your back. “Are you listening?” He didn’t continue until you nodded your head and were nibbling on the chocolate. “She’s ok. It was just a scratch. She didn’t even need stitches.”

You felt relief flutter through you. You leaned back against the tree, a hand coming to rest over your heart.

“Oh, thank Merlin. I was so scared..” Suddenly you sat up again, looking between them. “Wait, where is she?” You pulled the robe around you tighter before you stood up, making sure it covered you.

“She’s in the dorms-” Harry motioned back toward the castle with his thumb.

“Then that’s where I’m going.” You stepped between them and began heading the direction they came from.

“I don’t think so, Mr. (L/n). You’ve been out all night doing who knows what. First, you’re going to the hospital wing to get checked out.” Lupin stepped in front of you, effectively blocking your path. “She can wait.”

“But-”

“No buts. You’re going whether I have to escort you or carry you there.” The ex-marauder crossed his arms over his chest. With a sigh and a nod, you followed the student and the teacher through the forbidden forest and to the castle. Once the three of you entered the giant school, Harry separated to bring you clothes from the dorm while Lupin all but dragged you to the hospital wing.

Lupin pushed open the thick wooden door, respectfully calling out for the nurse in the empty room. He wondered about, looking for the women to get you checked out while you picked a bed. Most of them were empty anyway and Lupin trusted you wouldn’t run off.

You sat down on one of the many neatly made hospital beds, still covering yourself in Harry’s robe. Your eyes traced along the bricks created the towering walls and the wooden beams holding the ceiling together. You jumped when Madam Pomfry spoke up.

“Do you remember anything, love?” She asked as she walked over to you, slowly pulling the curtain across the room, separating you from anyone you may be coming or going while you’re here.

“No, ma’am. Only vague shapes. Did uh- Did Profe-”

“Yes. He told me. I wish I’d known sooner, I’d made sure Snape gave you wolfsbane.” She sighed. “Any bleeding? Intense pain?” She asked as she went to the little table beside the bed, pulling out a few potions while checking labels. “Just some bruising, no bleeding I think.” You kinda patted yourself down, checking your dirt covered hands for any hints of the red substance.

“Alright. I’ll give you a potion for the bruises, dear, but I expect you to take it easy until they have all faded.” She pushed a potion viel into your shaky hand, a soft smile across her face.

“Yes, ma’am. Do I have to take it easy in here or can I do it in my dorm?”

“I know you're eager to see your bird, so just take the veil, get dressed, catch your bearings and you may leave.”

You took the potion before she even finished speaking. A simple yes would’ve done it. You handed her the veil back, smiling and showing you truly swallowed the connotation before she left the room, pulling the curtain shut once more. You kicked your dangling feet in a random pattern as you waited for your clothes and the potion to kick in. It wasn’t long before Harry came rushing into the room, Ron and Hermione behind him of course.

“(Y/n)! I brought your uniform!” Harry’s arm shot through the separation of the curtains, showing your neatly folded uniform laying in his palm. You laughed a little before taking it.

“Thanks, mate. I owe you.” You sighed out, wiping off Harry’s now dirty robe and throwing it haphazardly over the curtain, laughing a little louder when Ron let out a squeaky ‘bloody hell!’. You guessed it landed on him. “Sorry, Ron!”

You didn’t even get to pull your shirt on properly before Hermione busted through the curtains and into your arms. You hugged her tightly, your arms wrapped around her waist as she leaned into you. She let out a sigh as you burrowed your nose into her messy hair, relaxing when the scent of her shampoo hit you.

“Godric, I thought you were dead.” She whispered before looking up at you. Her honey brown eyes shimmered up at you, leaving you almost breathless. What actually left you breathless was how those eyes suddenly hardened. “I thought you were dead, you idiot!” She shoved you back onto the bed, her hands going through her messy locks. “Why the bloody hell didn’t you tell me?! I could’ve helped!”

You didn’t notice Lupin walk by the curtain and immediately turn around. He was not here for the teenage drama. Ron and Harry winced at her yelling. Everyone in the castle knew how scary the muggle born can be when she’s pissed.

“I’m sorry, doll!” You spoke up, hands up in defense when Hermione grabbed the pillow and raised it above her head before hitting you with it.

“Do you not trust me enough to tell me?” She hit you with the fluffy feathered fiend before continuing. “Is that it?” The pillow hit you a third time.

“What?! No, of course I trust you!”

“Then why the fuck didn’t you tell me?!” She rarely swore like that, so you knew it was serious. You swiped the pillow before she could hit you a fourth time.

“I was scared!” Your shout echoed in the empty hall. You pulled the pillow into your chest before looking down at the floor. “I was scared I’d lose my friends. I was scared I’d lose you. I didn’t want you to see me the way I see me..” You set the pillow down on your lap. You could feel your friends staring at you.

“A.. And how, exactly, do you see yourself?” Hermione's voice was soft, like she already knew the answer. Hell, she probably already did. No one would be surprised.

“Like a monster..” You felt the bed sink down next to you. You didn’t need to look over to know your girl was sitting next to you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I just.. I couldn’t lose you.” You cringed down at the pillow when your voice cracked. You sounded so weak and pathetic and- The thoughts stopped when Hermione grabbed your chin and directed your gaze to her soft eyes again.

“You are anything but a monster. You can’t control this, (Y/n). We’ll work around this, I mean, come on. We work around Snape everyday, don’t we?” She gave you a hope filled smile as she scooted closer, her hand now coming to rest against your cheek. You leaned into the touch, your eyes closing.

“Yeah, yeah we do.” You let out a soft chuckle, the sound barely audible compared to the pin drop silence.

“And besides, Harry and Ron would be nothing without us.”

“Hey!” The two boys in question shouted.

“Hush, you know it’s true.” Hermione giggled, leaning into your side. You kissed her head as your arm wrapped around her waist, trying to pull her as close as possible.

“I love you.” You whispered into her hair while Harry and Ron were arguing over who was the most helpful in the group of four.

“I love you more.” The brunette whispered back, her hand landing on yours. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

#hermione granger x male reader #hermione granger imagine #hermione granger #hp imagine #hp x male reader #male reader #harry potter #ron weasley #x male reader #Ronny Writes #fic #hp male fic #hp fic

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daadddysprincessss · 4 years ago

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Bonfire nights

Parings: Jim mason x y/n

Summary: takes place in the past - the first memories you had of jim. Most likely a 2 or 3 part series

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.3k

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You sat on your favourite rock - close enough to hear the waves crash at the other rocks beneath you - but far enough for the water not to reach you, it was where you first met - Jim.

At the other end of the beach you could hear laughing in the distance, it reminded you of the late nights with Jim and his friends - you would watch them from afar, they always seemed to be laughing and having fun by the bonfire - you were a watcher.

-2 months ago-

You watched and listened to Jim and his friends for what seemed like forever - you wanted to be like them - outgoing, goofy, sporadic- you were neither of those things, they just seemed like a really cool crowd of people. But one night it was all about to change - Jim saw you sitting alone as he slowly walked down the mini trail that lead into the bay-

“Hey - you alright” Jim called out from behind you

You turned your head slightly to see who it was - “yeah im fine” - Jim had messy brown curls, bright ocean eyes you could see from a mile away - and he was always in that jean jacket, it suited him so well. This was your first memory of Jim - of course you saw him at school but you never actually talked to him.

“Wanna come join our fire” jim asked softly as he walked towards you

You turned to face him then immediately looked over at the huge bonfire - “its not really my scene over there” you laughed - you could hear ms popular heathers laugh above them all.

Jim laughed - “its not mine either but its a lot less lonely”

You pulled your jacket tighter to your body - “maybe” you spoke softly - you did have a small crush on Jim, he was kind and sweet (from what you could see).

Jim crouched down beside you - “the offer is always standing love” he smiled as he looked out into the ocean with you.

“Thanks” you smiled - “im y/n” you spoke softly

“Jim - Jim mason” he smiled - god there's that smile. Jim knelt there for a few more minutes then got up walked towards his mini party -

“Bye Jim” you said quietly to yourself

Its been a few days since you’ve seen Jim in the bay of palos - but you would see and hear his mum pacing back and forth yelling at the bay boys (jims friends) for being so damn loud at night, but you had hoped to see him again..

-2 weeks pass by-

You decided to change it up and go out to the bay earlier - you wanted to soak in the sun… for once - today was different, it was quiet and calm, the tide was low, there was not a segal near to hear, but the best part was there was no bay boys, just Jim and his twin sister Medina surfing. Jim and Medina were basically attached at the hip - but they have such different personalities, Jim was a ‘follower’ and Medina had a strong personality, I guess their relationship was unique.

Both of them made surfing look so easy, you could never ! on the best of days you were lucky not to trip over your own 2 feet.

“HEY” Jim yelled from what seemed like the middle of the bay - his hand was waving at you

You had your legs stretched out with a book in your hand - homework of course - for a second you didnt realize Jim was waving at you, “what? Me??!” you yelled back at him

Medina waved her hand to come join them - “I'M STUDYING” you yelled back while holding your book up.

An hour or so went by without any disturbance from the mason twins, it was nice - peaceful. You could help but think of what Jim looked like while out on the ocean, and the texture of his hair - he probably smelt of salt water - his beautiful chocolate curls probably look amazing after being in the water all afternoon.

“Hey sunshine - how've you been” Jims voice boomed from above you while he blocked your sun-

“I've been well - how about yourself mason” you looked up at him - “it been awhile” you laughed.

“Yeah yeah - it's good to be back, but hey - you still owe me” Jim smiled

“Excuse me - owe you what ?” you questioned him, then yourself

“You said maybe to coming to a bonfire and i didnt see you at the last 2 we had, so your coming tonight” jim smiled as he unzipped the top half of his wetsuit

“Tonight? I - im uh busy” you tried to make an excuse - he was a gift sent from god, the way the water droplets fell down his shoulders onto his chest - it made it hard to concentrate

Jim laughed - “i'll come pick you up, lets say 8pm?”

Its like he didn't even give you a choice - “uh - sure, yeah that works”

“Its the blue house yeah?” jim asked as he pointed to the blue-ish white house with no fence

“Yep - thats me” you laughed

“Its a date” Jim smiled as he picked up his board and walked away

“A - date” you whispered to yourself

Within seconds of realizing you were going on a mini date with Jim freaking Mason you stood up and grabbed your belongings and literally ran up the hiking trail - you needed to get ready, to shower, pick out an outfit, hair, makeup - but there just felt like there was not enough time.

When you got into your bedroom you dropped everything on the floor and headed to your dresser -- you picked out a pair of black ripped jeans, and paired it with a pale yellow graphic tee, for shoes you would probably just wear your vans - who cares if they were dirty, they were old anyways. As for your hair you sprayed some dry shampoo at the root and a texture spray throughout - the messy style just fit you perfect.

‘Y/n! - theres a young man at the door for you” you mother called out

“Already?” you spoke quietly to yourself - you quickly grabbed your cell, and a pony… just incase.

It felt like you ran down the stairs but you knew you werent it was just moving so fast - “hi Jim” you smiled when you met him at the bottom

“You look - wow” Jim smiled at you

There it was - that smile, it melted your heart - maybe cause it was the way his eyes smiled with his mouth - or maybe cause he just seem genuinely happy.

“Shall we ?” jim held his hand out for you

Your fingers interlocked his and he quickly pulled you out the front door - “arent we taking this path” you questioned jim as he walked past the short cut down -

“No” he shook his head as he kept walking with you

Something didnt feel right, you have never seen jim take the long before - “jim where are we going”

“Down to the bay - where just gonna take a different path, i dont wanna share you with anyone yet”

“Share me?” you raised a brow

“Yeah - your the dark mysterious girl, and i like that.”

“Jim your freaking me out” your feet stopped in place

“Im sorry - i didnt mean to freak you out - i just wanna get to know you better before my friends rip me away’ his voice cracked

“Oh-” your voice was low - “so your just gonna ditch me with a bunch of random popular girls?”

“Oh god no - medina, my sister will be there. And besides your staying by my side.” Jim smiled

You nodded your head and proceeded walk behind jim - the both of you walked in silence for a moment, you reached the top of the bay -

“y/n”

“Yeah jim” you looked up at him

“I really like you - i kinda always have.” jims eyes locked to yours

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damnedparker · 4 years ago

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comedown

pairing: alex law x reader (gender neutral; no y/n)

warnings: angsty hurt/comfort, sad and probably mildly out of character alex law, showering together (no smut or anything though)

summary: after the events with his roommates and their situation with hugo, alex feels crippling regret, knowing nowhere else to go except to his best friend, and the one person he cares deeply for.

title is from the song comedown by bush. i recommend you give it a listen, and it feels very alex to me <3

so this just kind of exploded out of my keyboard? i kind of thought of this as maybe what’s going on underneath alex’s loud, brazen personality during the events of shallow grave. may have taken too many liberties, as he’s quite soft and sad during this but i wanted to try something different. my trope of intimacy via showers is still here though because i am weak.

The alarm clock at your bedside blared the red numbers 4:12 into the black of your room when you were awoken by the crack of thunder, followed shortly by a knock at your apartment door. You sighed, staring at your ceiling for a moment before dragging yourself out of bed, all fucks having been lost back with your unconscious self, and threw on an oversized red shirt to cover your pants-less legs while you went to answer the door.

“Alex?” You woke up a bit more at the sight of your best friend, half-soaked in his usual many layers of jacket, flannel, and sweatshirt, except said layers were a bit askew and dirty. “What— are you okay?” Alex just shrugged, looking at you with tired eyes. Usually, some exploitive or loud comment would immediately escape his lips, so his silence concerned you.

“Sorry, I just-I needed to see you,” he stuttered out. You stepped closer to him, tilting your head in concern. His eyes were shining with tears he was clearly holding back. “I know it’s fuckin’ late.”

“No, it’s okay,” you shook your head, reaching up to brush his hair away from his eyes. “What happened?”

“I…” He took a deep breath, looking away. His eyes seemed to cloud over, and he got lost in his thoughts for a second before he finally broke and the tears began falling. In all your years of friendship, you had never seen Alex cry before, and this completely broke you. Something was wrong.

“Oh, Alex,” you murmured, pulling him into a tight hug. His head fell forward onto your shoulder, wetting the shirt you had pulled on. You ran your fingers through his hair, letting him hold you tightly. The thunder continued outside, filling the silence around Alex’s small sobs and sniffles. You stood together near your front door for a long time, just holding each other.

“I probably just ruined your shirt,” he inhaled and lifted his head finally, going to fiddle with the sleeve of said shirt before realization came over his face with a small smile. “Or my shirt.”

“You must have left it here last time you came over.” You replied quietly. His eyes met yours and suddenly you were very aware of how close the two of you were.

“Yeah,” his voice was soft. “Suits you.” He took a deep breath, continuing to finger the hem of your sleeve.

“Alex… what’s going on?” Your hand pushed forward to intertwine your fingers with the ones messing with your shirt sleeve. Alex swallowed, opening his mouth and closing it, not able to speak for a moment.

“It’s complicated.”

“Tell me.”

“I’m…” He pulled away, walking past you and standing in the middle of your living room, his back to you. “I don’t think you want to know.”

“Of course I want to know,” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, following him. “Alex, I know something is seriously wrong. I want to help.”

“There’s nothing to help with. It’s-it’s already done,” his voice began to break again. “And I don’t want to scare you or-or make your opinion of me change. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Alex, you’re scaring me by not telling me,” you took his hand again, pulling him back towards you. He smelled of something earthy, mixed with his regular musky, spicy cologne. You wanted to drown in his scent. “Please.” Your best friend looked at you for a long time, his eyes full of both fear and great care for you. Alex would never admit it, but he was absolutely soft around you. You could tell. He didn’t act like this around anyone else, and although he had certainly never cried in front of you before now, he had definitely gone sweet on you in your moments alone. Which only grew your suspicion of him returning your feelings.

“I don’t deserve your care, sweetness,” the pet name he used for you in moments of rare sincerity made warmth crawl up your spine. “I don’t deserve to be your friend.” Your gaze and his were locked together, unmoving, and you decided to take your chance.

“Then don’t be,” you murmured, leaning against his chest. “Be something more.”

“I love you,” Alex murmured. “I should have told you a long time ago. Before what I got myself into. Because now I’ve dragged you into my fucking mess.”

“I don’t care,” you looked back up at him. Your hand caressed his cheek, and he leaned into your touch gratefully. “I’m in far too deep, you annoying shit.” Alex scoffed in amusement before leaning forward to steal his first of many kisses from you. He leaned back only ever so slightly; his breath warm across your lips. You chuckled half-heartedly, still feeling the distress and sadness emanating from him. “You smell like dirt.”

“Yeah, no shit,” he huffed. “Can I use your shower? And then we can… talk about things.”

“How about we both have a shower and talk about things?” Another kiss. You didn’t wait for an answer before tugging him along with you to the bathroom.

While the shower began to heat up, you kept the lights dim, and lit a few candles so the both of you wouldn’t slip and fall just trying to move around. Once you finished, you found Alex still standing in all his messy clothes, just watching you with a soft expression on his face. He squeezed your hand once it was in his grasp again.

“You gonna shower in your clothes or what?” You kept your teasing soft, trying to keep him in decent spirits. Usually, Alex would respond immediately with a sarcastic or witty comment, but he continued to be quieter than normal. You began to take off his many layers, and he pushed on with your encouragement, beginning to help you with your clothes as well. Eventually the two of you were both completely undressed, about to step in the shower. In any other version of this scenario, you would be all over each other already and probably waking your neighbors, but the sadness coming from Alex’s unknown problem still hung in the air. You pulled him underneath the water.

Alex let the water wet his hair, already rinsing out some of the grime left in it from whatever the hell he had gotten himself into. He just stood there, eyes closed for a while, taking in the warmth of your body as well as the water and steam around the both of you.

“Bend down a bit, let me help you, baby.” Alex heeded your instructions, almost keening from the feeling of your fingertips against his scalp. His thumb traced circles on your hip as you stood closer to lather the shampoo all over his head. “Will you tell me what’s going on now?”

You didn’t know what to expect when Alex began to explain everything, but to say the least you didn’t expect it to involve a dead body. You were completely shocked, and felt a little sick, not knowing how you were ever going to respond to this. It wasn’t until Alex got halfway through and started breaking down again, tears flooding his eyes, that you realized what was going on. The crippling guilt and regret he felt. The nightmares he was having. The palpable tension between his roommates and the lack of security he felt after being attacked. Soon enough his words were going a mile a minute, and he was in a loop of rambling about how he knew it was his fault, it was his idea, his mistake, his stupid fucking misguided decision.

“Alex,” you said, but that didn’t succeed him in stopping. You kept repeating his name, but he couldn’t stop the words pouring out of his mouth, not when his body began to shake, the tears overwhelmed him, or the water ran cold. “Alex.” You placed your hands on his shoulders and squeezed, almost reminding him you were still there. He finally stopped, chest heaving in stress and panic, and he just looked at you with an expression that said help me. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“How—"

“Take it a step at a time. We’ll figure it out. I’ll help you.” You told him softly, reaching for a towel to help dry him off. When you were finished, you wrapped it around his shoulders, and he clutched the two ends together like a small child.

Once you were able to guide Alex out of the bathroom, now dressed in an old t-shirt of yours and his previous pair of boxers, you quickly threw on a similar outfit, a t-shirt Alex had gifted you a few months ago for your birthday, and your underwear. The two of you sat on your bed facing each other, legs crossed and knees touching. You reached over to brush his now wet hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ears. Alex was the first to speak.

“I understand if you never want to speak to me again—”

“Alex, please,” you shook your head. “I love you. What you did, I mean, you and I both know it was…” You couldn’t find the right words, but he nodded, understanding. “But I know you. And the fact that you came to me, the way you reacted… you regret it. If it wasn’t for that I don’t know if we’d both be sitting here, you know?” Alex nodded, now fiddling with one of your stuffed animals that took residence in your bed, one that Alex usually made fun of, but was now holding for comfort. “You can move past this. I’ll help you. I’m not losing you now.”

“Thank you,” he murmured, words you had rarely heard from that obnoxious man’s mouth. “I said it before but I really don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve to be loved,” you held his face gingerly in your hands. His skin was warm, jaw only just a bit prickly from not being freshly shaved. “And I love you.”

“Don’t know why,” he took one of your hands and kissed your palm before cradling it to his chest. “You’re a right fucking idiot for that.”

“Probably so,” you smiled at his small effort at banter that was returning.

“Can we cuddle for a while?” The hair behind his ear returned in front of his eyes as he tilted his head at you in question.

“Of course, you big baby.”

“You’re going to drive me fucking insane.” He mumbled and kissed your forehead, pulling you down on top of him as he made himself comfortable in your nest of pillows. You rested your chin on his chest to look up at him as he stared at the glow in the dark stars sprinkled across your ceiling, now fading a bit with the approaching light of dawn coming through your window. “Are you going to stare at me while I sleep?”

“If I so desire,” you grin, sitting up just a bit to lean over him. “You’re pretty easy on the eyes.” He grinned, clearly never not in the mood to have his ego stroked. You planted a kiss on his lips. Alex hummed into it, hand slipping down to pull your thigh across his legs, so you were positioned like a koala, half on his chest, with him hugging you protectively.

Tomorrow would be a new, better day. The start of a second chance.

#alex law x reader #alex law #shallow grave #alex law fluff #alex law angst #ewan mcgregor x reader #my fics

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trashyswitch · 4 years ago

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7 Fluffy Balls of Joy

Chapter 7: The Puppies First Grooming (DIY Version)

The 5 Jacksepticeye Egos decide to try grooming the growing dogs for the first time. This leads to more hard work than they expected, and some play time too.

This fanfic is for Shannon. I hope you enjoy more of the puppies! :)

Henrik walked out of his bedroom and widened his eyes. They had gotten so big! Where did the time go?!

“Oh good lord...You’re getting very big!” Henrik reacted.

The puppies turned right around and howled towards Henrik. Henrik laughed and knelt down, looking at the puppies. “Hello babies! More like teenagers now.” Henrik joked.

“Good morning Henrik!” Jackie greeted.

“Guten morgen!” Henrik greeted back. “Zhey’re huge now!” Henrik reacted.

“I know and SO FLUFFYYY!” Jackie was fluffing up their fur.

“Yeah...Zhey kinda need a hair cut…” Henrik told him.

“Do they though?” Jackie asked.

“Ja. Zhey do.” Henrik replied. “And zhat’s vhat ve’re gonna do today. Ve’re gonna vash, cut and groom zhe puppies.” Henrik decided.

“But that’s gonna be so much wooorrrrrrrrk.” Jackie whined.

Henrik chuckled and looked at him with a side grin. “Should’ve zhought of zhat vhen you brought home 7 puppies and a mama.” Henrik told him.

Jackie sighed and nodded. “True…”

“Oh! Ound I have a collar for Angel!” Henrik declared. He picked up his little Angel, placed the puppy onto the couch, and hooked up the magenta pink collar to the puppy. “Zhere. You are mine forever!” Henrik declared.

“Yay! Another doggy’s been claimed!” Jackie declared.

“Yeah! I hope Marble is enjoying zhe new family.” Henrik said.

“The kids did seem really excited!” Jackie told him.

As soon as Chase, Jamie and Marvin were up, Henrik and Jackie explained to the boys that they were gonna get the pets groomed. And they were gonna do it themself.

Jamie widened his eyes and let out a breath. His whole face basically said ‘this is gonna take forever’.

“I know…” Henrik muttered.

“Not even magic will be able to make this go any quicker.” Marvin told him.

“I know.” Henrik told him.

“This has been a great experience so far...but I did not sign up for grooming a litter of growing dogs.” Chase reacted.

“Okay okay, ve get it! So let’s get started!”

The boys started off with cleaning the dogs first. All 5 boys got their swim trunks and bare backs on, and started cleaning the dogs outside. Each of them had a bottle of shampoo, and were getting the dogs all lathered up. Chase shrieked as his dog shook some of the soap off, while Jamie spat and made throat noises as bits of dog soap ended up in his mouth.

Marvin groaned as the dog he was bathing, winded up rubbing her body all over the grass as she was lathered with soap. Marvin put the soap bottle down and grabbed the hose. “Good enough.”

The boys each took turns to clean the soap off the dogs with the hose, and a bucket of water. Marvin picked up cups of water, and sumped it onto the dog to let it run off the body. Meanwhile Jamie was doing it the easier way with the hose against the dog’s fur. As soon as Jamie was finished, he passed the hose to Henrik.

“SCHEIßE!” Someone shouted.

Chase turned to look at the source of the sound. But he knew exactly who it was. It was kinda obvious…

It was Henrik...With his trunks down to his knees...and the dog holding onto them, pulling them aggressively…

HOLY SHIT it was the best thing Chase had seen all month! Angel was literally pulling Henrik’s shorts down in an attempt to play with him! And Henrik was basically naked right in front of them!

“Sie mich nicht an! Don’t look at me!” Henrik reacted, covering up his sensitive areas with his hand. His face was so red...he looked like a strawberry.

Jamie was the first to burst out laughing and actually snort in response. Chase bursted out laughing right after, followed by Jackie and Marvin. Everyone was laughing at Henrik while he got his swim trunks out of Angel’s mouth. “Trottel…” Henrik muttered. “Let go!” Henrik ordered. “Verschwinde!” Henrik spat.

Angel immediately listened to Henrik and let go of his trunks. With the boys still laughing at him, Henrik growled and pulled his swim trunks back up onto his bottom.

With that hilarious moment out of the way, Chase returned to cleaning the shampoo off of his chosen puppy. While a couple of the puppies proved to despise the water, Chase’s puppy seemed to like it! He was panting, running for the water, and trying to eat the water that came from the hose. Chase giggled at this and splashed a bit of water onto his face. This made the dog shove his face into the grass and rub his back all over the wet grass. Chase was laughing as he watched. But his laughter quickly turned to surprise the moment the dog jumped and tackled Chase onto his back with its wet body.

“Ahahahaw, come on man! So much for being dry…” Chase reacted.

“You’re a naughty little guy, aren’t ya?” Marvin teased Chase’s dog. “Yeah you are! Such a mischievous little nut!” Marvin teased.

The dog started barking and wagging his tail faster than the wind. He looked ready to sprint a marathon.

“What? You wanna run? Or jump around?” Marvin asked.

Suddenly, the dog pounced onto Marvin next and knocked him right down to the ground! “Ohoho man! You’re stronger than I thought!” Marvin reacted.

“He’s like a quarterback!” Jackie reacted.

Hey, that’s not a bad idea” Chase reacted. “There just might be a name idea for you!” Chase reacted. “Maybe Rebel? For Dublin Rebels?” He asked. “Or...” Chase added.

Jamie ran to Chase and fingerspelled a word for him:

‘B-L-I-T-Z’

Chase looked at the dog and smiled. “That’s perfect! Couldn’t have come up with anything better.”

Jamis smiled proudly.

“Blitz. His name is Blitz.” Chase decided.

Marvin smiled and knelt down to pet Chase’s dog. “Blitz...It suits him!” Marvin told him.

“Never heard of a dog being named something from football before!” Jackie reacted.

“Well, Air Bud is already taken.” Chase mentioned. “And I wasn’t gonna steal their name for the heck of it.” Chase added.

“True…” Jackie mentioned. “Alright! So we have Matilda, Angel, Marble and Blitz!” Jackie declared. “Well, kinda Marble...He’s off living with a new family.” Jackie added.

“Now: Let’s get these guys cut.” Marvin declared.

Boy oh boy, was that a process! Most of the boys only used scissors, while Henrik went for the full shaving to tackle all the hair. “If I shave it, I will not need cut it for a vhile.”

“But she’s gonna look ugly if you do that.” Chase warned. “You don’t want people cringing at your dog, do you?” Chase asked.

A couple seconds later, Henrik grabbed the scissors. “Zhey’re better anyvay.” Henrik told them.

“I wonder who told you that…” Chase muttered with a smirk on his face.

The dog hair that came off the dogs was overwhelming. Chase considered grabbing a vacuum cleaner to use on his clothes, while Jameson was fluffing his choice dog every 5 minutes to get all the hair out. Both cut and uncut hair would fly out of the dog’s coat and into his face.

“I wonder if paying for a groomer would be cheaper and less messy than cutting them ourselves.” Jackie asked.

“Cheaper? Nein. Less messy? Ja.” Henrik replied.

“I didn’t ask you.” Jackie told him. “I asked everyone but you, because we all know what your answer would’ve been.” Jackie explained.

“Youch…My feelings…” Henrik muttered.

Soon, the cutting was finished and the dogs were done. Jackie used a bag of treats to get the dogs to follow him, while Chase and Henrik gathered a majority of the dog hair with the vacuum cleaner. “Who knew we’d be vacuuming grass?” Chase mentioned.

“Not me.” Henrik replied.

“It’s not far off from a carpet, actually. It just breaks a little easier.” Chase admitted.

“Ja.” Henrik replied.

Chase smiled as the dawn looked cleaner. “All done!” Chase declared.

“Now to-” Henrik had turned around and stared with wide eyes at the new mess that had been made.

“Uuuugh...Jackie! Vhy?!” Henrik asked.

“Because they need it!” Jackie reacted.

It turns out that Jackie had taken the time to brush the dog's fur. This created a brand new gigantic pile of dog hair.

Henrik growled while Chase sighed. “I don’t even know if the vacuum can handle much more dog hair…” Chase muttered.

“Ve could make anozher dog vizh all zhis dog hair.” Henrik told him.

“Maybe even summon a new golden retriever with this much hair.” Chase joked.

“Ja, basically.” Henrik replied.

Henrik and Chase took the time to further clean up the lawn with the dog hair. “I wonder...does dog hair turn into a type of fertilizer? Or does it just turn to dead skin that looks like ash?” Chase asked.

“How about ve DON’T zhink of zhat?” Henrik suggested.

“What’s wrong Henrik? Don’t like the idea of dust mites taking over the lawn?” Chase teased.

“Nein! Nein nein nein! Deesgusting!” Henrik reacted.

“Awww, the poor doctor is a germaphobe! He’d better watch out! Cause there’s one evil germ he CAN’T wash off with water~” Chase teased.

“Vell, zhere’s technically-” Henrik’s words were quickly interrupted by a squeal of his own. Chase had squeezed his sides, causing Henrik’s knees to buckle. “VAHAHAIT! NEIN! NOT KITZELN! NAAAH!”

Chase sat right down onto Henrik’s hips and skittered his fingers all over Henrik’s belly. “kitzeln kitzeln kitzeln kitzeln kitzeln kitzeln!” Chase said in almost perfect german.

Henrik shrieked at that and giggled like a little toddler. Chase’s german voice sounded a little too much like his Dad’s teases from when he was a kid. “bihihihitte hör ahahauf damihihihit aaaHAHAHAHAHA!” Henrik’s laughter doubled in severity the moment his armpits were attacked.

“Oooooh! Ticklish in the pitsies, huh?” Chase teased.

“NIHIHICHE MEINE FÜHÜHÜHÜßE!” Henrik begged. “BAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ES KITZELT SO SEHEHEHEHR!” Henrik laughed.

“Damn! I can’t even understand you right now! All I know in German are the words ‘Nein’, ‘Ja’, ‘halt’, and now ‘kitzelt’!” Chase reacted. “And those all mean ‘No’, ‘Ya’, ‘Stop’, and ‘Tickle’!” Chase reacted.

“Teheheheuflisch! TEUFLIHIHISCH!” Henrik yelled back.

“I wonder what that means...Maybe ‘bastard’? Or ‘enough’?” Chase asked.

“IHIHIT MEHEHEANS EHEHEVIHIL, YOHOHOU IHIHIDIOHOHOT!” Henrik yelled back.

“Ooooh! You called me evil in German?! How dare you!” Chase reacted.

“Evil?! Well if THAT’S the case:” Jackie got into his superhero costume in a snap, and quickly started tickling Chase.

“Wait WHAHAHAHAT?! OHOHO NOHOHOHO!” Chase laughed.

“Jackieboy Man to the rescue!” Jackie declared.

Marvin ran to Blitz and put a treat into Chase’s pocket. “Hey blitz! Sick ‘em!” Marvin encouraged.

Blitz jumped at Chase and tackled the man down to the ground. “OHOHOHOW! Ohoho geheheez! OHOHO NOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAHA!” Chase bursted out laughing as Blitz started digging his snout into Chase’s hip. “BLIHIHITZ OHOHOFF!” Chase tried to tell him.

But the dog didn’t listen and just kept tickling as he dug for the treat. The dog made borking noises and dug its paws in to get the treat as well. But it was proving to be harder than he expected to get it out.

“HEHEHENRIHIHIK HEHEHELP!” Chase begged.

“Naaaaah! You’re fiiiiine! You’re getting zhe kitzeln! Kitzeln kitzeln kitzeln!” Henrik teased. “Ist Rache nicht süß?” Henrik joked.

“YOHOHOU BAHAHASTAHAHAHARD!” Chase yelled as he shoved his face into the grass. “IHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHES!”

“Entschuldigung, my irisch friend. I don’t quite understand you very vell.” Henrik complained teasingly. “Vhat does ‘tickle’ mean again?” Henrik joked.

“SHUHUT UHUHUP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Chase laughed and squealed.

“Rude! So rude!” Henrik reacted. Henrik walked up to the dog, and removed the treat from Chase’s pocket for him. “Zhere you go Blitz.” Henrik replied. “Poor Blitz, being deprived of zhe treats. Especially for being a good boy!” Henrik said in a baby voice. “Good doggy! Zhat’s a good doggy!” Henrik started petting Blitz more and fluffing his fur around.

The dog woofed proudly and tackled Henrik to the ground to give him endless licks on the chin. Henrik giggled at the ticklish kisses and took them. “Zhahahank yohohou Blihihitz!” Henrik said to him.

The dog did one last bark of a reply before licking his face again.

Chase smiled as he watched. Perhaps the crazy grooming idea was worth the precious time with the puppies.

Soon, the boys decided as a collective to call a groomer for their dogs’ next haircuts.

#7fluffyballsofjoy #7 #ticklefic #dog grooming #hard work #ler!blitz #switch!chase #switch!henrik #ler!jackie

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knifeewifee · 5 years ago

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A/N: Hey! This is my first fic ;; please be nice I hope y’all like it 🥺💕

Art by me 😬

Tw: Mention of depression

Word count: 2k ish

Summary: A bout of depression has hit you hard and your loving boyfriend Jin has come to comfort you.

The last few weeks have been hard for you. Depression grips you tightly, making it impossible for you to crawl out of bed. It’s been 3 days since you’ve left the suffocating comfort of your blankets and sheets. Your pillows lay about on your bed and floor. The sunlight hasn’t graced your bedroom with its gentle light in over a week now.

How long has it really been? How long has it been since you felt like moving from the indent in your mattress? How long has it been since you showered? From the way your clothes stick to your skin and the heaviness of your oily hair it’s been a long time. Time seems to have blurred in a way that it's hard to tell what day it even is. What time it even is.

Your phone has been long forgotten on the floor of your room. Mostly likely dead at this point. When this emptiness first became unbearable and you stopped leaving your room, your phone would constantly ring and vibrate. You know people care about you. You know this, but the loneliness that has made its home in your chest was still there; unwavering and rooted into your very bones.

It seems ungrateful to say but, you didn’t care that they were worried. You didn't care about anything. You didn’t care about the dull pang of hunger in your stomach. You didn’t care about the throbbing pain in your head from the constant sobbing. The only real pain you could feel was the one that had your constant attention: the one in your chest. The insistent numbing tourture of despair uses your heart as its hideout and refuses to leave. Etching it’s booming words into your very soul.

Why do you feel this way? What has happened to cause this? The answer… nothing happened at all. The demon you fight off every day has found a moment of weakness for you and has dragged you down into a dark place that you can’t find the will to fight through. It’s almost comforting in a way.

A soft knock echoes through the dark room. So soft you almost think it was just in your head when you hear another knock. This one is just a bit louder. “Baby?.. Are you okay? You haven’t been answering my calls?- Are you dodging me???”. Your boyfriend's sweet voice filled your ears. How you missed his voice. Even if he said inappropriate things at times, his voice was something you longed for and didn’t realize.

You shifted and rolled over in your bed. “Jin?” your voice crackled and was barely loud enough for you to hear. You doubt he could. To your surprise he responded.

“You’re alive!!- Sweetie are you okay? Can I come in?” His voice was filled with worry and unease.

“Yes..” you pull the blankets to your chin. You want to see him, but you don’t want him to really see you. Part of you doesn’t care if you see you like this.. You're broken. You know this. He knows this, but you don't want him to see you in such a weak state.

A pale yellow light gently fills the room as the door cracks open. In the doorway stood the ever caring and lovely man of your dreams. Your eyes land on his soft messy blonde locks which almost called to you to run your fingers through them. Your sight slowly drifts down to the unmistakable scar on his forehead. Then to his cool steel blue eyes. His face was contorted in worry as he slowly made his way to your bed.

Jin kneels down beside your bed and brings his calloused hand to your hair pushing your greasy strands from your face. You hum in satisfaction closing your reddened eyes as he runs his fingers through the tangles.

“Darling, do you need anything? Have you eaten?” You open your eyes and look at him shaking your head no. Jin moves back a bit and sighs softly “I’ll be right back.. No I won’t- yes I will!” A groan left his lips as he looked away running his hand through his hair. You knew what he was thinking. He didn’t want to hurt you by saying something mean or inappropriate, but in all honesty you loved this about Jin, you loved everything about him.

You reach out and gently squeeze his hand. Jin leans in and kisses your forehead before he left the room. After a few moments he comes back with a plate in hand. He walks over to you and places it on the small old night stand that lived next to your bed. You look over and see a somewhat burnt grilled cheese. A weak smile formed on your lips. Jin was never good at cooking anything. He and a kitchen wasn't the best mix and he tended to avoid cooking at all costs. But the fact that he tried to cook something for you made you feel a small warmth in your chest.

“I cut it up for you!” He takes a small triangle of the sandwich and holds it to your mouth. “You really need to eat, baby..” A burnt grilled cheese doesn’t seem appetizing for most people but to you it looked like the best thing in the world. You loved anything Jin did for you because he put love into everything he did for you and it always showed.

You allowed him to feed you. It took awhile but you were able to eat most of the sandwich. Jin smiled at you softly as he sat on the floor next to your bed. His head laying on his arm as his other hand lays on your cheek, his thumb running small soft circles over the tear stains that graced your features. The two of you sat in silence for a little while before Jin spoke.

“Do you think you're up for a bath, baby?-” Jin harshly bites his lip, willing himself to stop his sentence there and not add to it. You nod, bringing your hand to his face and running the tips of your fingers through his hair. Jin grabs your hand and kisses your palm. He stands up and walks to the door, a few moments later you hear the water running. A bath does sound nice right now. Something just as warm and comforting as Jin’s touch.

You sigh into your blanket. What did you do to have someone like him? You ignored him for days, and yet here he is feeding you and running you a bath. It almost hurts. How could you deserve someone like him? Someone who puts so much love into the smallest things. You love him, only him. You love his touch, the look in his eyes when he sees things he likes. You love the cigarette smell that clings to his clothes. You love his over the top reactions and loud and conflicting personality. To you Jin is perfectly flawed in every way. His flaws make him absolutely beautiful to you. Sometimes you wonder if god.. If he exists, sent you an angel...

You're snapped out of your thoughts as Jin pulls the blankets from your body. A whine leaves your lips as the cold air hits your skin. He slides his hands under your legs and back pulling you out of the crevice in your bed.

“Jin… darling I can walk..” You wrap your arms lazily around his shoulders as he smiles down at you. “ Not on my watch! I’ll do everything don’t worry!- Do it your-” Jin once again bites his lip and looks up as he carries you bridal style towards the bathroom. You laid your head on his chest listening to his breathing. He sets you down and you sit on the edge of the tub.

You slip off your clothes and sit in the bath. The warm water stings your skin for a moment but you sink into its warm embrace. You look up at your loving boyfriend and smile at him. “Join me?” He nods and takes his clothes off as well, you move to give him room as he slides into the bath behind you. You sit comfortably in between his legs. Leaning back into his chest he wraps his muscular arms around you pulling you in closer.

You would sit like this with him for forever if you could. His body heat made the water seem almost cold. The way his warm breath cascaded across your shoulder sent a pleasant chill down your back. Jin shifted behind you leaning over to grab something. You turn to see him grabbing a cup. He scoops up the water and you tilt your head back allowing to pour it over your hair. Soon after, you feel a cold cream being put on your head and Jin’s fingers running through your hair, gently working out the knots that have accumulated over the last few weeks of not brushing. The feeling of his fingers massaging into your scalp felt nice. You leaned your head back and closed your eyes humming in satisfaction.

The smell of your strawberry shampoo and conditioner filled your nose. It was a nice change from the stale scent of sweat that clung to your skin and hair before. Jin ran more water over your hair rinsing the soap from your hair. He then moved to grab your loofa, pouring your body wash on it. He began to gently scrub away the dirt that caked your skin. You lean into his touch.

As soon as Jin rinses the soap from your skin he gets out, grabbing a towel for you and drying you off. He leaves small kisses on your face as he wipes away the water. He takes you back into your room and grabs you clothes. He puts on the pair of pajama pants he leaves in your room and you both crawl into your bed.

You lay your head on his chest and wraps you into his arms and blankets pulling you in closely as he buries his nose in your hair. This is what you really needed. Even though every part of you screams you want to be alone, being right in his arms brings you comfort in a way you haven’t felt since this loneliness settled inside you. The safety you feel inside his arms is one that is unmatched by anything. You trust this man with your heart. Something that's so fragile and broken. How could he love you? You're so broken and messed up. This whole world is so messed up, but in his arms he is your world. He is the peace you looked for your whole life.

“Jin..? How can you love someone so... broken?” You could feel Jin tense slightly under you. His arms pulling you even closer if that is even possible.

“You don’t seem broken to me..” His voice cracks slightly as he lets out a sigh. “ I.. love you for you. I love the little nose crinkle you do when you see something gross. I like the snort you do when you laugh. I love how you can’t dance worth a damn but you're more than willing to dance around with me. I love your smile… I love how caring you are to those around you, always willing to jump in to help someone. I love how smart you are. I love you on your good days and I love you on your bad days.” For the first time since you met Jin his words weren’t interrupted or contradicted, as though for him there was nothing to contradict.

Jin runs his fingers through your wet hair and kisses the top of your head. “I love you, broken or not.. I’ll be here for you.” You let out a choked cry and cling onto him. That feeling of unworthiness dissipated and the feeling of crushing sadness didn't feel so heavy. In this moment, the only person you really needed was him.

#bnha #twice #jin bubaigawara #knifeewifee art #bnha fanart #jin bubaigawara x reader #twice x reader #comfort fic #knifeewifee fic

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ajokeformur-ray · 5 years ago

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Able about some headcannons of J and the reader dying each other’s hair? I’m thinking of dying mine so I think that would be cuteeee

Warning for swearing bc even with a filter (keyboard) I can’t (won’t) control myself skskskskk

‘Y/N’ used but colour chosen is personalised.

WC: 1, 017.

“Ugh,” You scrunched your nose up in slight disgust as you fingered J’s hair, “Baby, you need a shower.”

J looked at you, his eyebrows raised as he wondered why you cared so much; his hair had never really been your focus.

Still, eventually he shrugged and settled back into the sofa, his arm slung over the back.

A silent invitation. If you cuddled close, his hand would rest upon your shoulder, holding you to his side. If you stayed where you are, then he’d keep his arm there even still.

He pretended as if he wasn’t bothered by if you did or didn’t cuddle him, but you had never been fooled by J. You knew better.

You stayed where you were.

if you cuddled into him now, he wouldn’t move and he’d get away with not doing what you had asked him to do without actually asking him.

You knew better.

“No, come on. Your hair needs shampooing and dyeing.”

Silence. A beat. You had to give him something in return; you don’t get something for nothing.

A sigh. “You can do mine if I can do yours.”

J cackled and he sprung up out of his seat. “Well, c’mon; don’t’cha wanna’ clean me anymore? I thought’cha liked it dirty.”

“Not that dirty,” You grinned, falling into your easy routine of banter with J as he hauled you out of your seat as he slotted his slightly dirty fingers between the spaces of your own.

A little grease in his hair wouldn’t ruin or really affect the colour, but you also kind of - really - wanted to see J with fluffy hair, too, so you planned to wash it before you dyed it… and then wash it again. And then brush it. And hair dry it.

It would be fluffy, poofy, soft, smell good, look even better…

Oh, he was gonna be pissed and you were so excited!

It didn’t take long for you to have the bathroom all set up and ready to go.

You had been wanting to dye your hair a light purple; almost a pastel lilac, for reasons which made your heart flutter, and of course, J would have his electric green.

In more ways than one did the two of you complement, reflect and mirror the other.

You did J’s first; getting him to sit still long enough for you to wet, shampoo his hair (and massaging his skull at the same time; you took any chance you could to love on your clown), wash out the suds, dry it, put the dye on, the time it would take for it to sink out and then to wash it out, dry it, brush it… you had a headache just thinking about it.

The poor man’s patience would be tested this day, and so would yours.

But the thoughts of your J with freshly dyed fluffy hair and of stroking and playing with his hair, of spending time with him and also your love for him, which was the underlying reason for all you did with and for him, all pushed you through.

J kneeled down on the floor with his head bent over the edge of the bath as you washed his hair and hair dried it. Oh, but his hair was getting some lovin’ today.

While you worked in general on J’s hair, the man was silent. As your nails began to scratch lightly at his scalp and you leaned down awkwardly to press a series of kisses to the damp surface of his neck, he moved lightly, his head dropping down further over the edge.

“Someone’s enjoying themselves.”

Another low, drawn out groan was your only answer and the two of you lapsed back into silence.

While the green dye was setting into J’s hair, it was your turn to be worked on and you were completely beside yourself with excitement.

J was very generous with the way he applied the dye to your hair, almost putting palmfuls onto your wet strands.

He was practically slapping it onto you, and the way he poked his tongue out of his full lips in concentration was making you giggle.

You could smell gasoline, gunpowder and a slight tone of sweat as J stepped as close to you as he could given that he had to move around you to apply the dye.

Finally, he stepped back with a theatrical “ta-da!!”, his arms spread wide, fingers stained lilac and you smiled, the scent of ammonia in your nose.

Just as J finished was it time for his hair to be washed out and dried, and then the opposite became true, too.

When all was said and done with your hair, you were left with lilac hair which was lighter at the tips, and J had fully green hair.

Dying your hair together had always been one of those ‘couple things’ which you liked to do.

It had initially been your suggestion because you wanted to grab uninterrupted time with J before he went out on the city and he always agreed to do it because really, for you he could and would do anything.

With tidied clothes (not that he saw any point for they would only become messy again) and a straightened posture did J truly look menacing.

He acted annoyed when you ran your fingers through his hair, cooing over how fluffy and soft he was, but the way he tilted his head into your hands the way a cat does only made you fawn over him more, and soon did you have a drowsy J who rested his head in your lap, desperate for more cuddles but not wanting to ask for them.

“I love you, J,” You felt safe in the stillness of the room to expose your hear to the elements, and a sleepy murmur was all you received in response as J’s eyes finally fluttered closed and his head grew heavy in your lap.

His actions at this moment spoke of greater reciprocation to your feelings than words themselves ever could.

“I love you, too.”

Ledger!!Joker @nothing-but-a-comedy @justahyena @anyatheladyclown @mijachula @joker-daddy @rinbyo @imightaswellnotexistatall @vladtoly @joker-is-my-hero @liz-rdwitch @enigmaticandunstable @ledgerskitten @tsukiakarinobara @germansarechill @ezziesworld

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atomicwedgienerd · 5 years ago

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The Grease

Eddy had that kind of hair that made people jealous. It was thick, wavy, and he never seemed to have to do anything to it. He woke up in the morning, ran his fingers through his hair, and just went about the day. His messy bedhead always looked intentional but it was nothing more than good genes and the luck of the draw, and that was the way Eddy liked it. He viewed his hair as the perfect extension of his personality: carefree, wild, and completely untamed. And despite the fact that he put very little effort into things, Eddy always came out on top. He had coasted his way through high school, charmed his way through college, and now he had half-assed his way to a position as an art director for one of the west coast’s premiere surfboard companies. The work was easy, and it left him plenty of time every day for surfing. Eddy had it made.

One day on his way back from the beach, Eddy caught a passing glimpse of himself in a shop window. He could see that his mane was getting unruly, even for himself. All that saltwater was good for volume but damn could it do a number on split ends. Even a guy like Eddy knew you had to do some upkeep. As he continued on his way home, he noticed a barbershop he hadn’t seen before: Berger and Sons. From the striped pole out front to the subway tile lining the walls, this place looked like one of the classic shops you’d see if you googled “1950s barbershop.” Eddy had seen a few of these retro throwback barbershops open in different spots over the city but they had always seemed a little too traditional for a guy like him. Regardless, Eddy had a meeting the next week with a client and figured it couldn’t hurt to have a little touch up on his flowing locks. Plus, if he did it now, it wouldn’t look like he had gotten all dolled up for the meeting. Looking like he didn’t care was alllllll part of Eddy’s allure.

A bell tinkled as he entered the shop and Eddy immediately noticed the smell. A sweet but nearly antiseptic odor hit his nose, reminding him of his grandfather right after he had shaved. Yep, this place was definitely old school. The barber waved him over and patted the seat, inviting Eddy to sit down.

“Welcome to Berger and Sons,” he said. “Let me guess, you want a headshave?” Before Eddy could even react, the barber had burst out laughing. “Just a little light barber humor!”

“Very light,” Eddy deadpanned. “I’m not looking for anything too crazy. Just wanna get these split ends cleaned up.”

“Ah, an easy enough task,” said the barber as he threw the cape over Eddy’s body and began spritzing his hair with a mist.

“So is it just you?” asked Eddy, looking around at the otherwise empty barbershop. “I thought the sign said Berger and Sons.”

“Well, I’m Nestor Berger,” he explained. “So that part’s accurate. Don’t actually have any sons but I figured the name would convey the sort of traditional barbershop experience I try to offer. You see, in these modern times, there’s a lot of people who don’t really appreciate the…” The barber’s voice started to trail off. The scent from the mist he had sprayed in Eddy’s hair was so powerful--so sweet and intoxicating--that Eddy had started to zone out. He felt warm, he felt comfortable, and he felt relaxed. The shop drifted away from him and suddenly he felt someone tapping him on his shoulder.

“Sir? Sir!” said the barber until Eddy snapped back. “What do you think?” Eddy’s eyes came back in focus and he saw his reflection in the mirror and gasped. The barber had ruined his hair. Where his flowing bedhead had been was now a heavily slicked, extremely greasy, and overly combed hairstyle the likes of which one would see on someone from the 1950s.

“I just asked for the split ends cleaned up!” Eddy bellowed.

“And that’s really all I did!” smiled the barber. “Ok, I may have taken a little bit off here and there but there’s still length.” The barber showed Eddy the back of the hairstyle in a handheld mirror where the sides and top had been slicked back into a greasy tail. “I just figured I would give you a more dapper appearance. This is a homemade hair grease you know. You can only get it here.”

“Well I didn’t ask for it,” Eddy said as he threw off the cape and stood up to leave. “No wonder your shop is so empty! Maybe try listening to your customers!”

“A barber has to do what he knows is right for each customer,” the barber grinned. “Trust me, you’ll be back!”

“The fuck I will,” Eddy said as he stormed out the shop.

He was furious! He stopped to gawk at himself in a parked car’s side view mirror. This nerdy retro haircut was the opposite of everything Eddy was about! It was rigid, traditional, and just plain uncool. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket. It was his buddies asking him out for a night of drinks. “Sure,” he texted back. “Just let me go home and wash my hair real quick.”

Eddy had never washed his hair that intensely in his life. He shampooed it twice, conditioned it thrice! He even blow dried it. He put a little salt spray in it and when he felt it looked the right level of mussed, he got dressed and headed out to meet his buddies.

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Lee, Kirk and Drew were at the bar doing shots when Eddy walked in. He waved at them and they gave him an odd glance and ignored him, before Lee did a double take and started cackling. “Eddy! Over here!” Eddy jogged over to join his pals.

“We saved a shot for you,” Drew said, laughing. “So uh, what’s going on here? Trying out a new look?”

“Well I washed my hair,” Eddy said, “but I wouldn’t say it’s a new…” He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror behind the bar. Eddy’s hair was back in the heavily greased, retro sidepart he had when he stormed out of the barbershop. It looked just as fresh as when he snapped out of his weird daze and saw it for the first time. He touched it in horror and as he pulled his hand away from his hair, his fingers came back with a thick sheen of greasy, oily product that overwhelmed him with that same scent he remembered from the barber shop. His eyes went blank for a moment before he snapped back to reality.

“It’s.. nice,” Kirk said with a wry smile as he handed his buddy the shot of whiskey. “Just very different.” Eddy took the shot and paused. What was going on? He had washed his hair… hadn’t he? He did have to admit though: the haircut did look sort of nifty. Nifty? Where did that word even pop into his head?

He laughed and threw back his head, downing the shot. It burned terribly, like he had never tasted alcohol before and he began coughing and sputtering as the shot came back up and sprayed on his friends. They erupted in laughter at him.

“Maybe you should get a glass of milk instead,” Lee said. Eddy protested--although it did sound kind of nice. But no, he was a grown man. He could drink a beer! But even that didn’t seem very nice.

“You know what guys? I’m not feeling super nifty.” There was that damn word again. “I think I’m going to go home and get some rest.”

“Come on, man! It’s still early!” Kirk shouted.

“No no,” said Drew. “Let the man get his rest. Hope you feel niftier tomorrow.” Eddy blushed. His face felt on fire. His friends were mocking him! He stormed out the door as he could hear his friends burst into laughter.

“Gosh darnit!” Eddy blurted as he marched down the street. He had intended to use stronger language but it just didn’t come out that way. How strange. When he got home, he decided to put on some football to calm his nerves but stopped on a channel showing old episodes of Leave It To Beaver. He couldn’t help himself. He had to watch.

By 10pm, he was already fast asleep.

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Eddy’s alarm went off at 6 in the morning. He shot to attention and was shocked when he saw the time. He hadn’t been up at 6 in the morning in years, and yet, his phone had it listed as an alarm that went off every day.

He went to go brush his teeth and was shocked to see his hair still stuck in that crisp, greasy and exceptionally conservative side part. He hopped in the shower and scrubbed and shampooed and when he finally got out, his hair was a sopping, stringy mess. Thank goodness. The grease was finally out, and, just to be safe, Eddy decided to let it air dry. After all, he had plans to go surfing with the boys later, provided they weren’t going to be too mean to him after last night.

Eddy actually felt intimidated by that, which was ridiculous. He had always been the leader and now he felt concerned about what the other guys would think! It was just one rough night; they would forget it soon enough. After all, Eddy was the best surfer among them and he would re-assert himself at the top of the food chain. He gave himself a smile in the mirror as a familiar scent began to wash over him: the same scent from the barber shop.

Suddenly, Eddy’s phone rang and he found himself dazed in a strange location. He didn’t quite know where he was. He answered the phone.

“Bro where the fuck are you?” he heard Kirk say, the sound of waves crashing coming through the phone. “You were supposed to be here an hour ago!”

Where the fuck was he? Eddy looked around and realized he was in some sort of convention hall. Tables and tables stretched in all directions, each of them covered in protective lucite boxes containing… stamps!? He saw the banner: West Coast Philatelist Convention.

“I’m at a philately convention,” he said.

“A what, bro?”

“Stamps,” Eddy said. “It’s a stamp collector. It’s a convention for stamp collectors.” The sound of unmistakable laughter arose from the other side of the phone.

“He’s at a stamp collecting convention!” he heard Kirk say to the others whose laughter quickly echoed from the receiver. “Well, uh, I hate to interrupt that exciting occurrence but you gonna join us at the beach?”

“Of course,” said Eddy. “I just wanted to stop in here and uh…. Look I’ll be there soon, ok!?” He quickly hung up in shame. He started heading for the door when he caught his reflection in a piece of lucite and gasped.

The hair had come back. Greasier than before. He touched it and his hand came away with a thick coating of sticky wet hair product. His hair was practically dripping. Then, Eddy caught the rest of his reflection. He was dressed in a pair of grey dress slacks and a white button down shirt. Tucked. In.

Something was wrong. Eddy would never wear this. He looked like a little dork! He had to get home, but first, he was going to stop at that barber shop and get some answers! He headed for the door but then he caught a glimpse of some fascinating stamps.

“Oooh those are actually pretty neato!” he said aloud. He couldn’t believe he was saying that… or thinking it. But he when he got close to the table, he was dazzled by how cool the stamps were. A vintage series commemorating Star Trek! They were so awesome! He couldn’t help himself. He pulled out his wallet and hesitated.

What was he doing? This wasn’t him. But these stamps were really neato completo. What the heck? Life is short. He plunked down his credit card and bought a few, as well as a book to store them in.

“You’re gonna need to fill that up, sonny!” smiled the vendor. Eddy couldn’t help himself. He desperately wanted to leave and meet up with his buddies but he couldn’t help himself from examining other tables, buying more vintage stamps, and striking up conversations with other philatelists. Before he knew it, the convention was closing and it was time to go. His phone had dozens of missed calls and texts from the boys wondering where he was. Something very strange was going on indeed.

As he headed back to his apartment with his new stamp book full of old stamps, he spotted a vintage store with a display in the window. The mannequin was dressed in a way that should have made Eddy recoil. It was dressed in a short sleeved white button down with a thin black bowtie. The black flat front slacks came up to its belly button and were cinched with a thin brown belt. On its feet, vintage white crew socks hung in furls as they went into the shiny black penny loafers. This was the outfit of an unmistakable nerd, a relic of a bygone era representing a sort of clean cut, goody two shoes attitude that had always revolted Eddy. But for a brief moment, he saw his reflection where the mannequin’s head was, his face and slicked up hair on the outfit. It almost seemed right, but he shook his head and snapped out of it.

In a panic, Eddy headed back to his hip apartment and slammed the door. He turned on the TV and tried to relax but couldn’t. Eventually, he flipped to an old episode of Leave It To Beaver and found himself mesmerized. Everyone was so polite and clean cut and old-fashioned. By 9pm, he was asleep.

Before Eddy knew it, it was already 6pm Sunday evening. He had no idea where the time had gone but when he looked around his apartment, he began to get dizzy. Everything looked… different. That’s when memories came flooding back.

He saw himself at 6am, waking up nice and early, and calling a company to come take his furniture away. Then a flash and he was at the antique store flashing his credit card around and buying all kinds of retro furniture. Another flash and he was at the vintage store loading up a cart with dorky looking clothes. And another flash and he was back at the apartment, showing movers where to place all his many purchases.

Another flash and he was back in the present, standing in his apartment which he no longer recognized. The entire thing looked like it was a set from Leave It To Beaver. His flat screen TV had been replaced with an old woodpaneled TV from the 50s with an antenna on it. His workout equipment replaced with a chess table and two chairs. His slick leather couch was gone and in its place was a floral patterned retro sofa. Everything about his apartment looked old fashioned and drab. All of his records had been replaced as an LP of Bert Kaempfaert’s greatest hits played over the hifi. He ran to his room and gasped. His waterbed had been replaced with a single twin mattress, the bland gray sheets tucked and folded with military precision. Then, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and nearly fainted.

He was wearing a pair of shiny red Converses with white socks and cuffed, deep blue, highwaisted straight legged jeans. His shirt, an orange and green plaid number, was tucked into and fastened in place with a cheap brown belt. In the pocket of the shirt, a pristine white pocket protector sat overloaded with pens and pencils and tools. A dorky white undershirt poked out from under the button down. On top of all that, he had a bright red cardigan with white piping and a big letter B like he was in school or something. He was dressed like he was president of the chess club 1955! And of course, on top of his head, sat an exceedingly greasy slicked haircut that was now nearly jet black. He touched it in horror as his fingers came away thick with the grease.

The grease! This had all started with the grease and that barber shop and that awful barber! He would have answers to what was going on. He could help Eddy undo whatever was happening. Eddy would go and find him and get this all sorted out. But not dressed like this! He tore through his closet and found most of his clothes had been replaced. That would be a pain to fix. But in the top, in a corner he must have missed earlier, he found some sweatpants and an old tank top. He didn’t look as cool as he had hoped, but it was better than the Leave It To Beaver nerd look he had been sporting earlier.

Eddy ran out onto the street and started hurrying to the barber shop. As he waited at an intersection, he saw himself in a window and gasped. Somehow, he was back in that outfit! The cardigan, the dorky shirt, the highwaisted jeans! Something strange was going on. The grease was changing him, affecting his perception. He had to get to the bottom of this.

A few more blocks and he found himself across the street from Berger and Sons Barbershop. The lights were on so Eddy knew he could get some answers. But the light wouldn’t change. Eddy waited and waited but it didn’t change. There was no traffic. He could just jaywalk across the street. But try as he might, he couldn’t get himself to do it. A little voice in his head kept telling him that it was against the rules. Since when had that mattered? Eddy never followed any rules! But he simply HAD to all of a sudden. His rebellious nature was defeated and he could not cross the street without the light changing.

It didn’t. Something was stopping it from happening and Eddy couldn’t cross. Defeated, he returned home, fiddled with his TV antenna, and fell asleep watching more Leave It To Beaver.

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“Eddy, can I have a word with you in my office?” he heard his boss saying. Eddy blinked and found himself in the conference room of his office, his coworkers staring at him with a smattering of cheeky smirks and barely restrained laughter. He recognized the clients he had a meeting with on Monday but… was it already Monday? He looked down and groaned. He saw it: the outfit from the mannequin. The dorky bowtie, the short white sleeved shirt, the flat fronted highwaisted pants, the slouchy white socks, and of course the super shiny penny loafers. He turned around and saw his presentation: just a big white posterboard that said “Surfboarding: It’s Neato Completo.” All the work he had done for months was gone and this was what he showed up to the meeting with? All his passion for surfboarding and this was the best he had? But when he thought about it, he could barely even remember himself surfing. All he could think about was how much he wanted to get home, look at his stamp collection, and maybe read up on some chess maneuvers. What was happening to him?

Needless to say, Eddy’s meeting with his boss was short. They offered him a month of severance and told him to pack up his stuff and leave. They couldn’t have a square like him working at a surfboarding company. He looked at all the beach memorabilia at his desk and just threw it in the trashcan. It didn’t seem like his anymore anyways.

As he walked back home, he could feel everyone staring at him, giggling at his outfit, looking at his big greasy haircut. He felt dejected and embarrassed and could barely see where he was going. He just looked at the ground and shuffled his penny loafers. When he finally looked up, he saw where he was and he wasn’t surprised. Berger and Sons Barbershop.

The bell tinkled as he entered the shop. Mr. Berger looked up and smiled.

“I knew you’d be back. How are you feeling about the haircut?”

Eddy sighed. “I hate it. Well I hated it, but I can’t make it go away and every day I just feel like it suits me more and more. I don’t know what’s happening!”

“That’s the power of a good grease,” said Mr. Berger. “Once you go slick, you just have to stick!”

“Gee whiz,” said Eddy. “I guess so. I just feel so different now.”

“Would you like me to wash it out? You can go back to the way you were. Or…”

“Or?” asked Eddy.

“Or I can apply one more coating and make it permanent. One more coating of pomade and you’ll be a good retro nerdy boy forever. The choice is yours.”

Eddy sighed a breath of relief. The nightmare was finally over. He was ready to make his choice. And then the strong smell overwhelmed him.

“I’d like to stay this way forever!” Inside, Eddy was screaming. That wasn’t what he wanted at all but the grease was making him say it. The grease was making him sit in the chair. The grease was taking his will to fight. The grease made him sit politely and smile as Mr. Berger took a huge scoop of hair product and began working it into Eddy’s jet black hair. When he was finally done, Mr. Berger spun Eddy around and said, “What do you think?”

Eddy looked at himself in the mirror… and couldn’t see anything. It was a blur.

“Oh of course,” said Mr. Berger. “You’ll be needing these now.” He pulled out a pair of clunky black rimmed glasses with thick lenses and placed them on Eddy’s nose before fastening them in place with a tight elastic strap. The world came into focus and Eddy saw himself in the mirror.

The hair was even neater, even more retro, and even greasier looking than before. The thick black glasses just complimented the hair perfectly. When Eddy reached up to touch his hair, it felt nearly plastic. It didn’t budge at all. This truly was the haircut he was stuck with.

“Gee whiz, it looks neato completo Sir!” he said with a goofy grin plastered on his face.

“You don’t have to call me Sir,” Mr. Berger smiled. He handed Eddy his wallet back and opened it to the ID holder. Eddy’s license had been replaced with a new one. The picture showed Eddy in his thick glasses and greased up hair and where his name should be it read “Edward Berger.”

“Berger and Sons Barber,” Mr. Berger smiled. “I just knew you had potential.”

“Golly thanks for the swell haircut, Dad!” Eddy--or was it Edward--said with a grin.

“Say, son, I know you got fired from your job and I was thinking… isn’t it time you joined the family business?”

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From that day forward, Edward Berger spent every day in the barbershop learning the craft. His nights were spent in his dorky apartment studying chess maneuvers, listening to lounge music, and watching Leave It To Beaver. He was in bed by 9pm every night and awake by 5am every day. He wore a tie and pocket protector every day to the barber shop and even on most weekends. Whenever he was on the street, people would point and laugh at him but Edward Berger never felt ashamed. He knew it was better to be a clean cut retro goody two shoes than the hip rebel he had used to be. Besides, nobody had a spiffier haircut than he did.

Finally, the day came when Mr. Berger thought Edward was ready to ply his trade on clients of his own.

“I sent out a few invitations for free haircuts to get you some people to try your greasing skills on.”

The bell jingled and three men walked into the shop. Edward pushed up his thick glasses and ran a hand over his thick plasticene haircut. The men seemed almost familiar but he couldn’t remember why. They signed in and Edward picked up the sign in sheet.

“Well hello and greetings fellas and welcome to Berger and Sons Barbers. So nice to meet you…” He glanced down at the sign in sheet. “Lee, Drew, and Kirk. Now which one of you is up first?”

The three men laughed at this absolute retro nerdy joke before them. Little did they know, they’d be just like him soon enough.

If you liked this story, why not join us in the nerdification discord? Surely someone has a magic hair grease that will turn you into a retro goody two shoes nerd!

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quintessenceofdust73 · 4 years ago

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A Respite in Paradise

The Paladins had made camp in one of the lush valleys of Celadon IV, an isolated, uncharted, Earth-like sphere located in the outermost edge of the Milky Way Galaxy. The Lions were nearly drained of all power when they arrived and Keith knew they would need a lengthy solar recharge. He ordered their little caravan to a halt, and suggested that the team take some time for much-needed rest and relaxation. This was one of Keith’s orders that Lance actually agreed with and wholeheartedly obeyed.

Hunk unloaded a barbecue grill from Yellow Lion’s cargo hold as soon as they landed and began rummaging through their meager stores of exotic meats to find something to grill. Coran helped with this and then began an inventory of their other foodstuffs while Shiro and Keith helped Allura and Romelle set up the camp.

After Pidge’s detailed analysis of the plants they had collected, it was determined that the local flora would not do any harm to Kalternecker’s digestive system. When they were sure of that, Lance and Pidge had immediately led the cow to the grassiest area that they could find and laughed at her satisfied “moo” of happiness at the sight of so much green. Once Kalternecker was free of her tether, she bucked with ecstasy and frolicked in the flowery meadow along with Kosmo. Both animals were accompanied by Pidge’s ever-curious blue and green floofs which hovered over the field, silently observing it all. While taking in all the natural beauty around him, Lance had a sudden urge to pull Pidge a bit closer to him. He slipped his right arm casually around her narrow shoulders as he often did, but this time he deliberately held her closer than before. She turned to look up at him questioningly with those huge, intelligent eyes of hers, and Lance suddenly felt his cheeks warm a little. He smiled at her and was surprised at how his heart raced when she smiled back at him. He noticed that several lose tendrils of her hair had escaped from her messy bun, and that there were a few more soft waves that framed her face. She was pale after living inside of a spaceship for so long, and he knew they both had dark circles under their eyes from a lack of proper sleep. The two of them were both still in their battered armor, and both of them were sweaty and tired, but in this peaceful moment Lance could not recall any sight that he had ever seen that was more beautiful than the one before him.

They heard Coran’s voice in the distance, summoning them back to camp. Supper was ready. The smell of Hunk’s cooking never failed to make his mouth water.

Pidge took his hand and ran with him back to camp. It was nearly dusk when they all finally sat down to enjoy the evening meal.

After bestowing Hunk with many well-deserved compliments for the incredible supper he had prepared, the Paladins had all gone to sleep under the stars, and at last spent an entire evening completely undisturbed.

Even before the bright sun of this small green planet was peeking over the horizon, Lance was wide awake. The others slept on as the sun rose, still exhausted from their long journey. He stretched, then rose to his feet, not bothering with putting on his armor. Lance silently gathered up his bayard, a clean change of clothes, a towel, and his grooming kit. Then he hiked down to the nearby stream, relishing his every lungful of the cool morning air. This planet almost smelled like home, and the sound of the clean, running water was like music to his ears after being in the silent vacuum of space for so long. Lance eagerly stripped off his black under suit and then slipped naked into the cool water. He shivered at first, but then realized that his body would soon adjust to the lower temperature. He had entered the stream with his small container of body shampoo on a cord around his neck and an exfoliating scrubber in hand. With a whoop of pure joy, he dispensed a small amount of the concentrated cleanser and then rubbed it into a fragrant lather, scrubbing away the grime that had accumulated on his skin after being in a spacesuit for far too long. It was invigorating! He sang to himself and splashed around in the water with the delight of a child as he rinsed the suds and the grime away. As he lathered shampoo into his hair and ducked under water to rinse it out, he realized how long it had gotten. He hated to admit it, but he had a mullet that was as long as Keith’s had been the night that they rescued Shiro. That was the night he and Hunk had snuck out of the Garrison, following after the mysterious “boy” named Pidge...

A familiar giggle brought him out of his reverie. Eyes wide, Lance sunk down deeper into the water, his back to the nearest bank. “Who’s there?” But he already knew the answer to that, and he really hoped she hadn’t seen anything. Lance bit his lip and blushed at the thought of it. There was another giggle. Pidge! He turned to face her, but she was already scampering away. He saw her hasty retreat, noticing that she was wearing her Garrison backpack over her black under suit and her hair was falling in matted tangles from her now even messier bun.

“We will have to find another spot,” he heard her call to the other two girls. “Lance is down there.”

“Ugh! The last thing I want to see is Pointy Chin without any clothes on,” said Romelle.

“Indeed,” said Allura. “I wouldn’t want to have to look at that either.”

Lance pouted angrily, feeling momentarily hurt.

Then there was that familiar giggle again, and he strained to hear what Pidge was saying.

“I wouldn’t mind,” Pidge admitted. “I actually think he’s pretty cute,” Lance’s mouth fell open once more, his mind whirling. The laughter of all three girls faded into the distance as they searched for a more private place to bathe.

Pidge.

Pidge thought he was cute? He suddenly felt even more self-conscious about his nakedness, and once he was sure the girls were far enough away, he hastily rose up from the water, dried off, and then wrapped the towel around his waist. He set up the shaving mirror from his kit and frowned at what he saw: stubble, a few zits, and a soggy mullet with wet, too-long bangs that dripped water into his eyes. What was Pidge thinking? This was the worst he had ever looked in recent memory. Maybe she was blind without her glasses. He began to panic, searching his kit for his razor and a face mask.

After a quick but careful shave, he rinsed and dried his face, hastily donned a pair of clean blue underpants and tied back his too-long hair. Lance sat upon a large, smooth rock and prepared the ingredients for his favorite face mask. Zits begone! If Pidge liked him as much as he had hoped, he was determined to look his best for her. After slathering the green paste all over his face, he rinsed his hands and relaxed. He laid back upon the now-warm, smooth stone and closed his eyes, allowing the mask to dry in the sun...

When Lance’s mind was nearly awake once more, it was already mid-morning, and the face mask had dried until it cracked. He didn’t want to get up to rinse it off though. He felt lazy, and he enjoyed the sensation of the warm sunlight caressing his (mostly) bare skin. If he just kept his eyes closed he could imagine he was back home in Cuba, laying out in the sun on Varadero Beach, surrounded by beautiful bikini-clad women, or more realistically, with at least one particular pretty girl by his side, bikini-clad or not. His half-awake mind conjured up an image of a pale, petite girl in a modest emerald green bathing suit. Her beautiful long brown hair was wet, as if she had just emerged from the sea. She was gazing on him fondly as he slept in the sun. Paradise, he thought.

In his semiconscious daydream, the cute girl at his side was calling his name.

“Lance?”

“Hmm?” he mumbled.

“Lance, wake up.” The cute girl touched his arm. “You can’t sleep here all day you know. The rest of the team is wondering where you are, but I figured you would still be here, so I came to get you.”

His eyes snapped open, and it took him a moment to process everything. For a moment he thought he actually was on the beach in Cuba, especially when he saw the scantily clad long-haired beauty beside him.

Pidge.

Pidge with her long hair down, still damp from being washed. Not Pidge on the beach in a bikini, but Pidge wearing a green sports bra and a pair of cut-off shorts she had made herself, which was almost as good. He had no idea she was this hot. Smoking hot. Dead sexy. Was he still dreaming? He grinned at her goofily and felt his face mask crack.

Lance’s mind ran through every swear word he knew in English and Spanish, and then all of the alien swear words he knew, and then some he wasn’t sure of, but he didn’t say any of them out loud. Instead, he emitted a high-pitched yelp of surprise when he realized that he was not, in fact, wearing swim trunks and lying on a beach in Cuba, but he was, in fact, lying on a sun-warmed slab of stone on an alien planet wearing nothing but his underpants and a dried up face mask.

“I think you need to wash your face,” Pidge said, hardly able to contain her amusement. He noticed that she didn’t say anything about his lack of trousers.

“Uh, right.” Lance scrambled to the stream again to rinse and dry his face, which felt much smoother and cleaner, and hopefully blemish-free. He heard her behind him, trying to suppress her giggles and not succeeding. She gave up on silencing them and was now laughing hysterically. Lance felt his face burn hotter than the sun.

“What’s so funny?” he asked. Stay cool, he told himself. He got up and turned around, then tried to strike a confident pose.

Pidge laughed so hard that tears rolled down her cheeks. “I don’t know what’s funnier, the face mask or the mullet, or—“ she broke off, wheezing. “Or...the fact—“ She tried to catch her breath. “The fact that...you are standing there, striking a pose like a designer underwear model, pretending this isn’t embarrassing.”

Pidge’s laughter was one of his favorite sounds in the universe, and to him it was always infectious. Lance broke down at that moment and started laughing at himself along with her. He tried to cover himself modestly with his towel as he reached for his blue jeans. Then he turned his back to her and did a very silly butt-wiggling dance as he wriggled into them. Pidge was laughing so hard that she had to gasp for air. When he finally pulled up his jeans and zipped them, he turned to her and gave her his most smoldering look as the breeze ruffled his long hair.

“Now you look like one of the shirtless himbos in the ads for those trashy romance holodramas my mom watches.”

Lance sat down next to her, his sides shaking with laughter at her description of him. “Oh, no! My mom watches that junk too, and they’re the worst. I definitely want a haircut now.”

Pidge was still wiping the tears of mirth from her eyes. “That’s why I’m here. Coran just gave Shiro and Hunk a haircut, but you missed yours, Sleeping Beauty.” She held up Coran’s clippers and a pair of Altean scissors. “And I missed my haircut too, in order to go looking for you.”

“Sleeping Beauty?” He said with a smirk. “Okay, I am going to pretend that isn’t sarcasm. If I’m a Sleeping Beauty, then why didn’t you awaken me with a kiss?” He thought his flirting was going well in spite of how humiliating this day had been for him so far.

Pidge blushed. “Maybe because I’d rather kiss you when you’re awake?” She said this timidly. Flirting wasn’t something she was accustomed to doing.

“You can kiss me anytime you want, whether I’m asleep or awake.” He said this to her earnestly, revealing more of his true feelings for her than he ever thought he could dare to admit. Lance was blushing in spite of himself. So much for being cool and confident.

Pidge looked at him wide eyed, then ducked her head shyly. Lance tipped her chin up gently, then gently caressed her cheek. They were both breathing raggedly as he moved closer to her. But just as he leaned down to kiss her, she pulled away.

“I can’t let you do this,” Pidge was shaking like terrified prey, trapped in a hunter’s snare. She looked ready to flee.

“Pidge? What’s wrong?” Lance reached for her. “Don’t go! Please, just talk to me. I don’t understand why—“

“I can’t be another one of those girls that you flirt with and forget about!” She she choked out. She was sobbing.

“Pidge! I would never—“

“You’re the only one that I have ever felt this way about and—“ She paused to catch a breath. “If you kiss me it has to mean as much to you as it does to me.” She looked at him boldly now, and even though her face was tear-stained, Lance thought she had never looked more beautiful or more courageous.

He was the one who was terrified now, afraid to say or do the wrong thing. He gaped at her in astonishment, stunned into silence.

Pidge waited for him to say something, but he was still just staring at her, trying to process what she was trying to tell him, and trying to figure out what to do next.

Her mind worked at light speed compared to his. She had already come to a conclusion and turned to leave.

“Pidge, wait!” Lance cried. She kept walking.

“Katie!” She did not stop. Lance knew he had to say something or his heart would shatter into a million pieces. There was no way to repair a heart that badly broken.

“Katie Holt, I am in love with you!” He shouted, and his words echoed around the valley. Then there was a frightening silence between them that caused his heart to momentarily stop beating. They might have been on a silent planet if not for the incessant babbling of the uncaring brook behind them.

She stood there, unmoving, but she did not turn to him.

“I love you. I always have. I guess I was waiting for the right time to tell you, and I was also waiting for you to grow up because you’re younger than me, and I guess I also realized I was the one who really needed to mature a lot more before I could be in a real relationship because you’ve always been more mature than me and—“

She turned around. Lance continued to babble more incessantly than the creek. It was if a dam had burst and a torrent of heartfelt words tumbled forth, as unstoppable as a flood.

“You’re the most amazing girl I have ever met in my entire life and you’re my best friend and I love being with you more than anyone else in the whole universe and I don’t just want to kiss you I want to belong to you, now and always. I want to spend a lifetime laughing with you or just listening to you say brilliant things every day or just watching the sunset with you or just being with by your side when you need me or even when you don’t need me, because I need you and I want to be a part of your life forever. I adore you, Katie, and I-“

Pidge stopped his barrage of words the only way she knew how. With all her strength, she leapt into his arms and embraced him. She stopped the flow of words at the source, kissing him fiercely as Lance lowered her gently to the ground.

Lance had been kissed a fair few times in his life, but he had never experienced anything like this. It was like flying, like being struck by lightning. It was like being born, and living, and dying, and being brought back to life again. It was like all of those things, and none of those things. She had poured into that kiss what he had been struggling to say with words that were far too meager to express the infinite.

When they broke apart, Lance just gazed upon her in shock and reverent silence.

“You are the first and only man I have ever loved and will always love. You are in my heart, and if anything bad ever happened to you, a part of me would die. That is how I love you.” She sobbed. “That’s the only way I know how to love you.”

Lance buried his face in her hair, which was soft, fragrant, wild, and very soon damp with his own tears of relief. He held her close and comforted her as she sobbed happy tears against his bare chest.

When they finally regained control of their emotions, he lead her to the stream. They both washed their faces.

“I missed breakfast,” he began. “I hope I didn’t make you miss lunch.” Much to Pidge’s disappointment, Lance pulled on his old blue and white T-shirt.

Pidge opened her backpack. In it there were sandwich rolls, snacks, and cold drinks. “I didn’t know how long it would take to find you, but somehow I knew you would be hungry when I did.” She decided to put on her well worn Galaxy Garrison T-shirt, which was too small for her. Lance grinned, hoping he could hide his expression behind the first bite of his sandwich.

“You think of everything.”

“That’s because I’m brilliant.”

“I am definitely going to marry you when this war is over, you know that, don’t you?”

“You’d better.” There was a beautiful peace between them, like the calm after a storm. “You still need that haircut.”

“I know. Promise me you won’t cut your hair though. It’s beautiful.”

“It’s too long. I can barely fit it under my helmet anymore.”

“I could braid it for you.”

“Really? And what do you actually know about braiding hair?”

“I have sisters. I used to braid Veronica’s hair until she cut it short, and Rachel’s hair is still pretty long, or at least it was last time I saw her...”

They spend the rest of the afternoon reminiscing about home and talking about their hopes for the future.

*****

Kaltenecker came to the stream to drink that afternoon, and Pidge’s floofs hovered nearby, watching their beloved human friend beside the male human she loved most.

The floofs observed their dear little human attempting to give the male human’s head fur a trim. They saw that both of them thought the result was very funny. Their little female human cried at the mistakes she made when trimming head fur, but the floofs knew it would be alright because the tall male human seemed to be pleased with her efforts nonetheless. He rubbed his face against hers many times, as they often did to her. Of course, the floofs knew that this meant that the tall human loves their dear little one, and that she was very happy about it indeed. Clearly, it was some sort of human courtship ritual.

Perhaps they would mate and have little floofs of their own one day.

But that was a story for another time.

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