#her room was a mess and she hadn't cleaned it since school got put like she had told him she would

[angered-box]

i feel stupid for getting scared at the yelling and threats when they weren't event directed at me they were directed at my sibling

[viisoul]

MAKE IT UP TO YOU!

{dom!sanemi , sub!reader , degrading , overstimulation , use of the word ‘bitch’ , choking , modern au.}

when y/n’s new pair of shoes are ruined because of her clumsiness enemy, her enemy is forced to apologize and make it up to her, but it seems to go a little further than just that.

"you fucking asshole!"

"oh, shut up, you whiny bitch!"

"you ruined my shoes! i hope you die!"

"shut the hell up! the shoes were ugly anyway!"

y/n l/n, the forever enemy of sanemi shinazugawa, was currently fuming because of his clumsy actions. y/n was always a spoiled daddy's girl since birth. her dad bought her anything and everything she wanted. he was filthy rich, after all. she lived in a huge mansion with a huge bedroom just for her. she'd always gotten the latest designer clothes or bags, and the newest shoes.

today was yet another day in college, y/n and sanemi arguing over every little thing. however, it was lunchtime. sanemi doesn't usually eat lunch food, so he just got a red fanta out of the vending machine. unfortunately for y/n, she was walking towards sanemi and she hadn't realized it.

the poor girl bumped into him, the red drink spilling all over her brand new white shoes and her outfit. though, she was more concerned about her shoes.

"you shut up! i think they're cute! you just don't have any fashion sense, you tacky motherfucker!"

as sanemi was about to say something else, his eyes shifted over to his friends before he spoke. "tsk. you're embarrassing me. i don't have time for you."

sanemi purposely bumped her shoulder before walking over to his small group of friends, as she walked off to the bathroom to clean off her shoes as much as she could.

when y/n made it to the bathroom, she sighed lowly. she put soap on a tissue and wet it, scrubbing her shoes roughly. although y/n was spoiled, she was very appreciative. she was happy with anything her dad gave her. it'd hurt her deeply to know that the thing that was given to her from one of the only people that actually loves her had gotten messed up.

she exhaled, throwing her head back as she let the shoes fall from her hands and onto the ground. despite scrubbing as much as she could, there was still a reddish pink color on her shoes. now she had to deal with the embarrassment of walking around with dirty shoes. hopefully bleach would do the trick when she got home.

y/n slipped her shoes back on, throwing the napkins away in the garbage before walking out. as she walked out, she saw sanemi leaning against the wall next to the boy's bathroom.

"what are you doing, you creep?" she murmured.

sanemi pushed himself off of the wall, arms crossed over his chest.

"tsk. i already don't wanna do this."

"do what?" she stared at him in confusion.

"look, i'm sorry. okay? i'm sorry about messing your shoes up." his cheeks were tinted with the reddest color possible, and his expression showed his embarrassment.

"oh? sanemi's apologizing for once?" she teased.

"shut up!" he hissed. "if you want, i can... make it up to you."

she paused. "...who's telling you to do this?"

"shino— nobody! i'm doing this on my own! now, do you want me to make it up to you or not?"

"um... how?"

"i'll take you out to dinner—, to your favorite restaurant."

"ha! unless you're planning to spend a couple hundred dollars at least, i think not."

"...whatever. it doesn't matter. so, do you wanna go or not?"

"um... sure." she replied quietly, thinking that if she said that, it'd change his mind.

"give me your number. i'll pick you up at six." he held his hand out, expecting her phone.

after exchanging numbers, y/n left to go home early with her dad. she ranted to her father, who was off of work that day, for what felt like hours on end about sanemi. her father could only awkwardly listen to her as she paced around the spacious living room.

y/n's father was used to listening to her rants. especially about sanemi. he'd suggested switching schools, yet, for some reason, she always insisted on staying.

"his dumb white hair and those ugly scars all over his disgusting face—! i hate him!" she groaned, holding her head in her hands.

"listen, sweetheart, i'll just buy you another pair."

she sighed. "daddy, that's not the point. he ruined my shoes on purpose!"

"mmh. did he apologize...?"

"w-well, yeah. he said he'd take me out as an apology..." she said lowly. "it's not something he always does."

"maybe he finally realized what he did wrong." her father smiled, though, on the inside, he was raging.

how dare someone as poor as him make his sweet baby girl so angry like that?! he was just as furious as she was, if not worse. he wanted to pounce on sanemi as soon as he got the chance.

"okay, fine." she exhaled.

"where's he taking you out at?"

"i don't know. he said he would take me out to my favorite restaurant—, but you already know it costs a couple hundred."

he pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. "that boy... i'm gonna have to give him a good talking to."

"what time is it?"

he checked his watch. "five thirty."

"ah! he said he was gonna pick me up at six!" she rushed to leave the living room, hurriedly going to her bedroom.

she looked through her huge walk-in closet, looking for a dress that wasn't too over the top, yet fancy enough. she wore a tight black dress with a slit going up to her thigh, that had a black belt with her first initial in gold on it, laced with small diamonds. the dress had spaghetti straps and was quite low in the chest area. she'd also worn some black heels to go with her dress.

for her accessories, she wore some expensive gold hoop earrings and one necklace that had a famous brand on it. lastly, a gold tennis bracelet and her watch.

she then put on a small amount of makeup, having the thoughts of impressing no one—, not even sanemi... maybe just a little. she glossed her lips and stared at herself in her vanity. y/n couldn't help but take a picture and post it.

"y/n!" hearing the loud calling of her name, she stood up. she checked her watch, seeing it was already six fifteen. she was fifteen minutes late

the boy had just arrived at y/n's house, and god, was he shocked. he knew she was rich and all, but to live in such a large house? he'd almost thought she lived in a castle. he whistled as he got out of the car.

sanemi then walked up to her porch, which that alone was big.

he rang the doorbell.

not long after, her father came out. his eyes were practically piercing into sanemi's soul. sanemi swallowed thickly.

"hi—." his voice cracked. he then cleared his throat. "hello, sir. i'm here for y/n."

"why are you here for my daughter?"

"to take her out."

"on a date? so, you think you're worthy enough for her?"

"uh... it's not really a date. i'm just— making something up to her."

"you messed up her brand new shoes, didn't you? the ones that cost more than you could ever afford?"

sanemi clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, deciding not to respond.

"however, not many people would do this for someone they dislike. i appreciate it. i'll handle getting her another pair, just make her happy tonight. you understand?"

"yes, sir."

in an instant, her father grabbed sanemi's collar, pulling him close to him.

"and you better have her back home by nine. even one minute later than that and you're gonna get a piece of my mind. i want her here like she was before she left. i may not be here by nine, but i have cameras everywhere outside and inside of the house besides her room and a gps on her phone. if she comes back pissed off like she did today, you better fucking believe your life will be over and you'll see the rusty gates of hell. you hear me?"

"y-yeah, i hear ya." he muttered, nodding his head slowly.

"y/n!"

after her father called her name, the girl rushed down the stairs and to the front door. the sound of her heels clicking against the floor indicated that she was close. the clumsy girl bumped into her father's back, rubbing her nose.

"ouch..." she muttered. "sorry, dad."

"mmh. it's fine."

she stepped away from him, standing right in sanemi's view. sanemi could feel his cheeks grow hot upon seeing her.

"hi, sanemi."

"hey, y/n."

"well, i guess we should hurry and go now. i know my dad has some type of curfew for me."

"yeah, nine pm. any later than that, sanemi. remember what i told you."

"yes, sir. i'll bring her back by nine."

"good. that's what i like to hear. now, let's see if you'll make it happen."

the man then kissed his daughter's cheek, hugging her side.

"love you."

she giggled. "i love you too, dad."

she walked off with sanemi, as her dad watched her leave.

sanemi opened the door for her, and then went inside of the car himself. she looked through the tinted windows, watching as her dad closed the front door.

"sanemi,"

"huh?"

"honestly, i'm not that hungry. if i ever do get hungry, i could just go for a fast food restaurant on the way home."

"what are you implying?"

"i don't wanna go out to eat. i wanna do something fun."

"like?"

"let's go to a club." she grinned.

"hold on, your dad has a gps on your phone. what if you get in trouble? no, wait, i'm gonna get in trouble."

"oh—, come on. don't be such a pussy."

"i'm not being a pussy. if you think i'm gonna get in trouble because you wanna get drunk and party your ass off, you're thinking wrong."

"you're so lame."

sanemi rolled his eyes. "fine."

"there's one across the street from my favorite restaurant. it's less expensive, too. on ******* street."

"oh... that one."

"hm? you been there before?"

"yeah, once. it was fun, i guess."

she smiled. "well, come on! let's go!"

—

as the two arrived, they were greeted by the blaring music, colorful flashing lights, and people talking loudly. she grasped his hand, pulling him over to the bar.

when he sat down, he stared at her confusedly.

"i wanna have a couple drinks before we party, 'kay?" y/n said, taking off her jewelry and placing it inside of her purse.

"i didn't know you were a drinker."

"i don't do it much. i just have two or three before i stop. it's pretty rare of me to drink anyway."

"so, what's with the change now?"

"i just wanna have fun. take this night as a night to forget about what happened today, i guess."

he sat there quietly, lips pursed together as he stared at her. whatever this swelling feeling was in his chest, he wanted to get rid of it immediately.

when the bartender took their orders and gave them their drinks, they had a quite nice conversation with each other. honestly, the two realized they weren't as bad as they'd thought. however, they were only convincing themselves that it was just the drinks getting to their heads.

after y/n's third drink, she let out a relieved sigh.

"that was good. you drunk yet, sanemi?"

"i should be asking you that... but no. i'm nowhere near drunk."

"okay, let's go party, then!" she grinned, running off to the dance floor.

he paid and tipped the bartender, rushing after her. sanemi grasped her shoulders, stopping her where she was before she could get any further.

"calm down! at least wait for me."

"okay, sorry. come on."

she walked with his hands on her shoulder towards the dance floor in the huge crowd of people. she then grabbed one of his hands, bringing him in front of her. the smile on y/n's face made sanemi's heart flutter. he shook his head.

he was embarrassed to be seen with y/n, being that she was dancing nonstop to the loud music. he just stood there awkwardly, arms crossed over his chest.

"sanemi~!" y/n groaned. "you're being lame again!"

"uh? how?"

"why aren't you dancing?"

"i don't dance."

"okay—? no one's gonna judge you if you try."

"no."

"please?"

"absolutely not."

"i'm not having fun if you won't dance with me!"

"oh, well."

"i'll tell my dad."

"okay, okay! how am i supposed to dance?"

"want me to show you?"

"um? how're you gonna do that?"

"just do whatever your mind tells you to do, 'kay?"

"what do you m—?" his cheeks began to get red as he watched the girl stand in front of him, the slight contact of her hips on his his making his adam's apple bob when he swallowed. "w-what're you doing?!"

she laughed. "dancing, duh!"

she danced in front of him, their bodies touching and grinding against each others. sanemi could only awkwardly try to follow what she did. feeling her pressing against his dick made him horny, however. he wasn't thinking about dancing.

he was getting turned on, and so was she. she could feel his hardness pressing against her inner thighs. sanemi moved his hand down, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer to him. they followed each other's movements, enjoying the fun of dancing until he moved his hands down a little too far.

"y-you—! stop, you dickhead!" she turned around, glaring daggers at the boy.

"mm? you don't like it?"

"we— we're in public...!" she stammered, not wanting to admit that she did, in fact, enjoy it.

feeling sanemi's big bulge in between her thighs made her even more turned on.

"so... you do like it?"

she crossed her arms, refusing to answer.

he could only smile arrogantly. "you do."

sanemi grabbed her leg, placing it on his hip. she struggled to keep her balance, but he kept his hand on her waist.

"what time is it?" he muttered.

"it's only seven..."

"mmh. you wanna go back to your place?"

"huh— why? we've barely even been here!"

that cocky grin on his face told her exactly why. she swallowed the knot in her throat, smiling right along with him. she put her arms around his neck and brought him in closer.

"you wanna fuck me?" she asked him.

"hell yeah."

she pursed her lips together. sanemi removed her arms from around his neck, grasping her hand as he walked out of the club.

—

stumbling inside of her room, sanemi kicked it closed without departing his lips from hers. he pushed her against the wall roughly, items on her shelves rattling and some even falling over. he groaned, hands roaming up her dress. the mere contact of his cold fingertips on her skin was enough to get a moan out of her.

he pulled away from her, unzipping her dress. he gave her a look before gradually tugging it down. she stepped out of it, kicking it elsewhere. sanemi unclasped y/n's bra, letting it fall from her shoulders. his calloused hands immediately grasped onto her breasts, kissing her once more. she let out a dragged-out whine at the feeling of his fingers pinching at her nipples.

he moved his lips down her jawline and her neck, sucking on her skin harshly. his teeth scraped at her delicate skin as he bit on it, the flat of his tongue pressing against the spot he'd bitten. she could feel herself getting wet at his touch, getting more turned on than before.

"sanemi—," she choked out, instinctively placing her hand on his chest. "let's go to the bed."

he then scooped her up in his arms, walking over to her bed. he dropped her down, her eyes widening in surprise as she stared at sanemi's expression. y/n's lips curled into a nervous grin as she sat up, only to have him crawl on top of her.

he grasped her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

"you havin' second thoughts?" he raised an eyebrow.

"w-what—? hell no."

"mmh. thought you'd chicken out."

"i'd never. even if i did, you probably already came in your pants from just kissing me." she said with an arrogant grin on her face.

"oh, is that right?" he smirked, looking down at her bare chest before staring into her eyes.

she nodded. he roughly pressed his lips against hers once more, the two falling back onto the bed. she wrapped her arms around his neck. he moved his hand down her abdomen and between her legs. he played around with her underwear, leaning back down to kiss her.

before he could, she spoke up.

"go on, take them off. you know you want to."

hearing her words, sanemi unabashedly ripped her panties off, throwing them across the room. he dipped down to kiss her, spreading her legs out wide. he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, rushing to get his garments off.

he pulled his pants down, palming his erection through his boxers. he ogled at her rather vulnerable figure, grinning to himself.

"you're kinda hot."

"yeah, i know." she replied. "y'gonna fuck me with your eyes or?"

"nah, i'm gonna fuck your brains out."

"i'd sure like to see it."

"oh, you're gonna see it." he began pulling his boxers down, only for her to grasp his wrist. he raised an eyebrow, confused at her actions. "what?"

"can you uhm—... take your shirt off?" she muttered, eyes trailing off elsewhere.

he hummed, unbuttoning his shirt. he let his shirt fall from his shoulders and down on her bed. she stared at his abs and the scars going across his chest. it was so hot. she could barely keep her composure.

"yeah, i know." he repeated her words. "don't cum yet, i haven't even put my dick in you."

she rolled her eyes. "uh-huh, okay."

sanemi pulled his boxers down, his dick springing out and tapping against his abdomen. digging in the pocket of his pants, he pulled out a condom. she watched as he opened it, getting ready to slide it on. she could only grin, giggling at him.

"what's funny?" he asked, grasping his cock in his hands.

"you were planning this, huh? i'm that irresistible?"

his eye twitched. "shut up."

"make me."

sanemi grabbed one of her legs, holding it up so he could align himself with her entrance. he pushed himself in without a second thought, a loud squeal coming from her mouth. she covered her lips with her hands, staring up at him. the two locked eyes, a cocky grin growing on his face. he laughed derisively, sending a light slap to her thigh as he shoved himself in deeper.

"ha! you should see the look on your face right now!"

"s-shut the fuck up!" she said, her voice slurring and a string of expletives coming from her as he began moving his hips back and forth.

he chuckled, mocking the noise she made. feeling her clench around him, he groaned and picked his pace up. she grasped onto the sheets, feeling pure bliss at how deep he was inside of her. he didn't hesitate to touch all over her, grasping onto one of her tits while his other hand was tightly holding onto her thigh.

he bent down, kissing her lips sensually. she moaned into it, her stomach getting butterflies once he forced his tongue in her mouth. their tongues pressed together, mixing their saliva with each other's as he relentlessly thrusted into her.

pulling away, he stared her in her eyes while he began to speak. "y'like me fuckin' this slutty pussy? hm?"

y/n nodded absentmindedly, the feeling of her being pounded against the bed by sanemi much better than she'd ever imagined.

"use your words, bitch."

she choked out a 'yes', her eyes beginning to roll back. his hand suddenly went around her neck, squeezing it tightly, but not enough to hurt her. the feeling of sanemi's rough hand around her throat was turning her on even more.

y/n would have never thought she'd be in a position where sanemi was fucking her brains out.

"s-sanemi," she mumbled.

"what?" he asked, the pace of his thrusts not ceasing.

"rub my clit." she said.

"you really are a dirty slut." he said with a laugh, moving his free hand down so he could find her clit.

once he did, it was like paradise for y/n. he was balls deep inside of her, pounding into her like there was no tomorrow while he choked her, called her names, and added more stimulation by rubbing on her clit.

she was a moaning mess, whining and practically screaming his name and several different curse words.

"it feels good, yeah?" he asked her, slightly panting.

her eyes were squinted shut and her face was a bit scrunched, biting down on her lower lip.

"yeah—!" she nodded quickly.

"you're a whore for me, right?" he circled his fingers faster on her clit, making her whimper loudly.

"mhm~!"

"say it." he tightened his grasp on her neck, making her chest raise.

"fuck, i'm a whore for you! i'm a slutty little whore just for you!"

"that's what i like to hear, bitch." he let out a throaty groan, his adam's apple bobbing when he swallowed. he stared down at her, seeing how vulnerable she was just for him.

she heaved a short, yet rough exhale. "sanemi!"

"what is it?"

"m-make me cum, please." she blurted out.

"mmh? you wanna cum on my dick? is that what you wanna do, bitch?"

"yes!"

"don't worry, i'm gonna make you cum, whore. more than once, too."

"d-do it then."

and so, sanemi was like a monster. he made her bed rock back and forth, creaking as it tapped against the wall with his movements. he'd also successfully made her scream and claw at him for mercy. it was quite a sight for sore eyes, if someone were to ask him.

moving his fingers around her cunt, he gathered some of her wetness on his fingertips and continued rotating them at a face pace. it was then he let go of her neck, holding one of her legs up close to her chest. it was then he'd hit a whole new spot, making y/n's back arch.

"oh, god, sanemi! t-there, right there! m'gonna cum!"

"right here? that's what you want? you want me to fuck you just like this? yeah?" he questioned her with a grin, thrusting into her pussy harder. it'd created a squelching sound, along with the sound of their wet skin clapping together.

she yelled out a curse, sanemi tensing up as she clenched around him. he grunted, slowing his quite animalistic pace and staring down at her. she breathed heavily, covering her eyes with her arm.

"holy shit." she muttered. "that was so—..."

"it felt good, didn't it?" he laughed.

"very."

"i could say the same with you... but we're not done yet." narrowing her eyebrows, she moved her arm away from her eyes and stared at his cock that was still rock hard.

she swallowed thickly, a smile growing on her face. she didn't mind. nodding her head, she spread her legs once more, welcoming him for a second round.

—

y/n's hands rested on sanemi's shoulders as she bounced mindlessly on his dick, her head thrown back to give him space to kiss on her neck. his hands were grasping on her ass and he couldn't help but laugh at how worn out she was.

she was so sensitive, she'd orgasmed several times that she lost count. honestly, she'd probably gotten all of her hate for him fucked away. she let out a drawn out moan, biting her lower lip.

she rolled her hips against his, going so slow so she could calm herself.

"sanemi~." she slurred. "it hurts... i can't take it anymore."

"you can. you can take it." he mumbled against her skin, leaving yet another mark. "i think you just need help."

"then help me, dumbass." she said, stopping her movements.

tightening his grip on her skin, he began bouncing her up and down on top of him more roughly, and she could only whine at how sensitive she was. it hurt so bad, but the pain felt great.

pressing her lips against his, she moved her hand down in between her legs and began rubbing her cunt unrelentingly. they shared a sloppy, yet slow kiss, both of them getting tired and ready to finish things off for the night.

their lips smacked together as sanemi moved his hands off of her, hoping she'd take the lead. curses slipped from her mouth as her eyes were shut closed, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and beads of sweat fell down her body. their chests would press and stick together as they leaned in closer to each other.

they were unable to resist one another's touch. he hummed, moving her hand away from in between her legs. she opened her eyes, watching as he licked her fingers, soon sucking on them. her eyes widened, her stomach tingling.

"tastes so good." he muttered, tensing up and groaning. "keep riding, baby. i think i'm close."

her heart fluttered at the name, but she nodded and continued moving her hips so slowly, but in a way that felt so good. her moans were like music to his ears, so melodic, and not the mention how good she rode him. he knew that after this, no one could compare to her.

staring at her figure, he saw one hand down on her bed while the other gradually massaged her cunt at the same pace as her riding. her eyes were closed and her lips were pressed together, so concentrated on getting him to reach his climax.

he exhaled, feeling his orgasm creep up on him. he groaned, catching his lip between his teeth. he cursed, feeling his cum spurt into the condom. she smiled, reaching her own with a soft, drawn out whine.

they panted, y/n's hand going on top of his. she leaned her forehead against his, kissing him gently as she slowly inched off of him. he caressed her face, deepening their kiss. it felt so romantic and meaningful.

sanemi sucked on her bottom lip before they pulled away with a smack of their lips, y/n falling onto her bed. she stared at the ceiling, trying to catch her breath. it was then that sanemi sighed, staring up along with her.

"y'know, your dad's gonna fucking murder me?"

"yeah... i know." she mumbled. "good luck."

♡

[kira-broflovski]

Dressed Up || Kenny McCormick x Reader

note: characters are in high school

Ever since Kenny had asked you to the formal school dance, you had been counting down the days until you got to see him dressed up in a suit. It also meant spending the entire evening together.

So naturally, you couldn't be more excited.

There was only a few more minutes before he was supposed to arrive so you could go together. You stood in the middle of your bedroom, staring at yourself in the mirror while the only thing on your mind was him.

Faint knocking on your door was heard before your mom walked in and smiled at you. "You look so beautiful, honey!"

"Thanks, mom." You smiled back at her, brushing down your dress in anticipation.

"C'mon downstairs, we need to take some pictures." She walked out and you followed behind her, trying not to trip with your floor-length dress and heels on.

"Of course."

Walking downstairs, you saw your dad leaning on a wall close to the front door as he wanted to be the first one to greet Kenny. When he looked over at you he smiled, trying hard to not get emotional.

"My baby is all grown up." Well, that lasted long. "You look amazing, Y/N."

"She does, doesn't she?" Your mother gushed as she stood next to your dad.

As it got closer to Kenny's arrival, your heartbeat sped up in anticipation. You were so focused you didn't hear your parents plan to get a photo with both you and him, which would likely be uploaded to Facebook later on.

The doorbell rung, making you jump. Your dad immediately opened the front door while you waited with your mom in the living room, and you heard your father welcome him inside.

Kenny walked through to where you stood with your mother, and his eyes landed on you. His heart was beating just as fast as yours.

"Oh, you look so handsome!" Your mother grinned, standing up to hug him.

He had saved up money for months, taking extra and long shifts, so he could buy the form-fitting suit he wore. He did wear sneakers on his feet, but that made him all the more charming: a reminder it was still him underneath the nice clothes.

"Thank you, Mrs. L/N." His voice sounded much more different when it wasn't being muffled by his classic orange parka. "Um, I brought you these."

He approached you, pulled out a bouquet of flowers from behind him, and handed them to you. Seeing your eyes light up, somehow even more, he couldn't help but smile at you.

"You're so sweet, Kenny." You kissed him on the cheek, not even caring your parents were there. They adored him anyways, so it didn't matter.

However, just as you pressed the kiss to his cheek, you heard a faint shutter sound to indicate either of them had taken a picture.

"Well, you kids have fun now! See you guys later." Your mother waved you goodbye as the two of you made your way outside.

"Bye mom, bye dad!" You shouted back.

"Bye Mr. and Mrs. L/N!" Kenny ran slightly ahead of you to the truck he was borrowing from his dad, and opened the passenger door. "Ladies first," he said as he held it open for you.

"What a gentleman," you responded before getting in. He shut the door when he knew you were in safely and got into the driver's side.

The drive wasn't too long, so you barely realised you were at the school. Kenny took a deep breath before turning to look at you. The two of you sat there for a few minutes, just admiring the other person and thinking about how lucky you both were to have the other in your lives.

"You're so fucking gorgeous, Y/N."

"You look pretty charming yourself, Kenny."

Both of you were already blushing messes and you hadn't even got out the car yet.

"Wait there." He instructed before hopping out the truck, which you noticed he had also cleaned. He ran around to the passenger side and opened the door for you. "Shall we?"

He held out his arm for you to take so you could safely step out, as you did you stumbled a little, but he was quick to put both of his hands on your shoulders.

"Careful, princess." He wore a cheeky smile on his face, which only resulted in your face getting hotter. "Let's go."

Your arms linked as you approached the entrance to the gymnasium of the school, where the dance was taking place. Getting closer you noticed five people standing outside the doors.

"There they are!" Wendy exclaimed, pointing over to you and Kenny, which made the other four she was with turn around.

"Took 'em long enough," Eric grumbled.

"Lookin' good, man!" Kyle directed towards Kenny.

"You look so different," came from Stan. He didn't want to say how good you looked in case Wendy got jealous.

"Has anyone told you that you look quite pretty?" Butters spoke up while looking at you, and you thanked him.

"Believe me," Kenny began. "I already have." His arm snaked around your waist so he could put his hand on your hip and bring you closer to him, almost like he was letting Butters know that you were his, not Butters'.

"What are we waiting for? C'mon!" Wendy took Stan by his arm and led him into the gym, you and Kenny following behind them.

"God damn lovebirds." Eric mumbled to himself, making the other two boys laugh next to him.

"C'mon, you grumpy ass."

[hwapetals]

i don't care!

pairing - best friend turned lover!yoohyeon x gn!reader genre - fluff warning(s) - just swearing! summary - yoohyeon's first date with you! author's note - not proofread, whoops. idk about anyone else but nervous yoohyeon is really cute to me word count - 626 words

well, you could argue that she cared. a lot. 

yoohyeon had been standing in front of her closet for at LEAST an hour, trying on outfits and making a mess of her room, as she tried her absolute best not to have a meltdown.

“this? no, too casual,” yoohyeon whined to herself, dropping another set of clothes to the floor. she was this close to just, flopping onto the floor and kicking her legs like a child, having a tantrum.

it wasn’t like she hadn't seen you in different situations before, but this was different — this was a fucking date. yoohyeon was head over heels for you.

you both had known each other for ages now, ever since you both ended up in the same class in the first year of high school. things happened, and suddenly, it was like you had a conjoined twin, which was yoohyeon.

you two stuck together most of the time, even your parents and hers were well acquainted at that point. and she just.. kind of fell for you. she wouldn’t be able to explain it even if she could get her thoughts in order for once in her life. you also just had a special power, to reduce her to a melting, blushing mess by just, well, existing.

she just wanted to impress you so bad, even though knowing you, yoohyeon knew you would be happy if she turned up in just a hoodie and sweatpants. but you deserved more than half-assery, in her own words. 

“ah, fuck, i’m going to be late. that’s even worse than me looking awful while i meet them,” yoohyeon monologued to herself as she got to cleaning her room and fishing out something that would make her look presentable. 

“this will do,” she mumbled, less than pleased by the mediocre outfit that she had paired together in a rush. yoohyeon hurriedly tugged on the long sleeved black crop top, and a black high waisted skirt, that reached down to the middle of her thighs. a squeak escaped her lips as she stumbled over, her phone alarm going off to signal to her that she only had five more minutes.

“okay, okay, ugh, fuck, accesories,” yoohyeon said, successfully buttoning up her skirt as she scrambled over to her drawer, picking out a bracelet (specifically, the matching bracelet you had bought her years before) as well as some hairties in case you needed it.

she moved over to grab her small backpack, dumping some things into it and grabbing her phone, rushing downstairs to grab some socks to pull on and a pair of sneakers. the doorbell rang, making her pause for a moment as she panicked, before she shook her head. “get it together, yoohyeon!” she scolded herself internally. 

“yooh, are you ready?” yoohyeon could hear you call out, and she replied with a ‘yeah’, her voice almost cracking.

yoohyeon groaned softly, stretching her legs slightly as she wobbled over to the door, opening it quickly. 

there you were, looking all cute in your casual outfit, lips glossy from the lip gloss that you had put on and a pretty shade of pink on your cheeks. oh, how she just wanted to kiss you right there and then. 

“hey. you look cute,” you mumbled, making yoohyeon’s ears turn red. it was safe to say that you liked her outfit, and her face of slight shock and happiness. 

“aha, no, you look cuter,” yoohyeon replied, trying to sound more confident, still recovering from her mini panic session as you complimented her. “shall we, ahem, go now?” she said, shuffling on the spot slightly as she looked over at you, a small grin on her lips.

she just couldn’t help but like you this much.

[btwn2lungs]

"I'm home", Kazuki calls out as he steps into the apartment, a sleeping Miri cradled carefully against his chest.

She had a long day full of running and laughing at the annual fair the elementary school held. Hell, Kazuki had a long day too considering he planned, organised, and baked fifteen different pastries for the damn thing. Really the whole month had been long but he expected as much, what with being head of the Parent Teacher Association and all. But he was happy to be busy and more than willing to be present for any and all of Miri´s school events. He had more time now.

They had more time.

And thank God for Rei, Kazuki thought to himself as he gently laid Miri on the couch, pulling a blanket over her. He sank down onto the couch beside her and closed his eyes, happy to finally rest his back after running around all day.

If it wasn't for Rei´s help this past month, Kazuki is sure he would have pulled his hair out or worse: get premature grey hair. Kazuki liked to plan but between the event, taking care of Miri, and the usual household chores, it was a lot to take on by himself. He was thankful he didn't have to.

Despite his initial eagerness and the overwhelming satisfaction of another successful day, Kazuki was glad the day was finally over. He had woken up before the sun rose to finish some last minute baking and his phone had been ringing nonstop since 7:00am with last minute preparation questions from the moms. If it wasn't for Rei´s help with getting Miri up and dressed, preparing her breakfast and entertaining her with a few rounds of Morio Kart while Kazuki rushed around the house in a frenzy, he's sure he would have been late.

Kazuki barely had time to brush his teeth and put on clean clothes let alone clean up the monstrous mess he had made in the kitchen. Kazuki was a "clean as you go" type of guy but this morning proved to be quite the exception.

"Fuck," Kazuki groans under his breath. "The kitchen."

Visions of the catastrophe he had left behind had been plaguing him all morning but they were soon replaced with the present chaos that was decorations, tables and chairs, children and parents alike milling around like ants through the school grounds.

He kept his eyes closed for a few moments longer, bracing himself for the disaster only a few meters away from him. When he finally stood up and faced the kitchen, he was convinced he was hallucinating. How he hadn't noticed before was beyond him.

There was no mess in the kitchen. In fact, the kitchen, and the living room too he now realised, having whipped his head around so fast he felt dizzy, were arguably cleaner than they had been all month (hey, between this shit, a kid, and Rei having recently started his physical therapy, some things had to be deprioritised. Sue him).

He turns back around to the kitchen (slowly this time) and notices that not only is it spotless, but the dining table is set for three, a bouquet of roses in the middle, and a white envelop placed on his side of the table.

Kazuki had never been so confused in his life. Was this an early sign of dementia? He needed to sit down.

As he was about to do just that, Rei walks in the front door with a box of pizza under his left arm.

"Oh, you got here before me", Rei says, toeing his shoes off at the door.

"Uh," was all Kazuki could manage to respond. He gestures vaguely around the apartment. "What happened here?"

Rei places the pizza on the dining table and shrugs nonchalantly but there's a hint of mirth in his eyes that Kazuki doesn't quite understand.

"I cleaned", Rei says casually. And while Rei has been helping out significantly more in the past couple of years, he cant help the look of disbelief that crosses his face.

"You," Kazuki starts and then stops. "How did you....When did you," he glances quickly at Rei´s right arm, newly freed from its splint, and back up to Rei who is now standing over Miri with a soft look in his eyes.

"You had physical therapy today," Kazuki tries again.

It was still early in his sessions. 90 minutes a day, three times a week. Usually Kazuki drove Rei to and from therapy, more at his own insistence than Rei´s but Kazuki had reluctantly agreed to let Rei manage his appointments for the month. Just for this month, Kazuki had insisted.

It was the reason Rei couldn't join them at the fair today.

"I did," Rei says, looking at Kazuki from the side of the couch with that same amusement twinkling in his eyes. "I had some time."

Kazuki narrows his eyes at him, knowing that couldn't possibly be true let alone physically possibly at this stage in Rei´s recovery but he doesn't push the point.

Don't look a gift horse in the mouth as they say.

"That still doesn't explain the flowers or the card or the pizza. I thought we agreed to save pizza for the weekends. I could have cooked us something."

Ah, apparently he will look that gift horse in the mouth after all.

The amusement in Rei´s eyes doesn't lessen, if anything it grows brighter and Kazuki is getting a little frustrated at feeling like a joke is being played on him, at the thought of Rei exhausting himself over Kazuki's mess.

"Do you know what today is?," Rei asks carefully. And Kazuki really doesn't understand what he's getting at. Of course he knows what day it is.

"Its Wednesday. Physical Therapy day, School Fair day, trash day," Kazuki replies matter-of-factly. His eyes have been glued to his calendar since the start of the school year, keeping close tabs on Miri´s school events and extracurriculars and Rei´s physical therapy and doctor appointments.

Hell at this point he probably didn't need the calendar anymore, each event, day and time, so vividly burned into the front his mind.

Of course he knows what fucking day it is, what kind of question —

"Its our anniversary."

And holy shit, maybe Kazuki needed his calendar more than he thought. Anniversary? Of all the things, how could Kazuki forget something as significant as their first anniversary? He felt dizzy again. Had he been standing this whole time?

Rei must notice the internal reprimand Kazuki is giving himself because he walks over to Kazuki and gingerly walks him over to the dinner table, pulling out a chair for him to sit down.

"Rei, I am so sorry. I—," Kazuki tries to explain but stops at the feeling a feather light kiss at the top of his head. Kazuki had been spluttering all night, but that got him to finally shut up. That seemed to be Rei´s intention if the smug look on his face was anything to go by.

"You had a busy day. I wanted to do something for you." Rei takes his hand as he sits across from him at the table. Rei was generally soft spoken but he always seemed to lower his voice in moments like this, barely a whisper; eyes focused intently on their clasped hands above the table. "You deserve nice things, Kazuki."

Kazuki is really at a loss of words now. He did not think he deserved nice things, could barely believe he had any nice things at all: a roof over his head, a family, love. He especially didn't feel deserving of nice things after forgetting one of the most important days of his life. And we wanted to argue that point but the sound of Miri´s voice made the words die on his tongue.

"Pizza!" She squeals running excitedly up to the box that sat at the opposite end of where Kazuki and Rei sat at the table.

"Lets wash our hands first Miri," Rei says as he begins to stand, taking his hand away from Kazuki´s. Kazuki frowns slightly at the loss.

Miri giggles as she runs into the bathroom to wash her hands.

"I got your favourite," Rei offers as he goes to join Miri in the bathroom. "But only on half because pineapple on pizza is gross."

And Kazuki laughs so hard that he starts crying. Of course it's those words that make Kazuki burst into tears.

Maybe for today, just for today, he can believe he was worthy of nice things.

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Nobody asked for this but @girlboyssing said "Kazurei" and "anniversary" and I became possessed. I hope you like it :)

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Hunter seeing his little wife wearing the pretty lingeries he gifted her. He can hardly hold himself when he went home and saw his little wife in the sexy lingerie he likes~

"Darling, you're wearing the lingerie I gave you?" Hunter asks, putting down his work bag.

"Yeah, all my other clothes seem to have disappeared," You reply, trying to cover yourself up.

Your clothes were hidden in Hunter's closet. Heath and Henry broke in while you were showering and hid everything away. They learned you were on a sex strike to protest Hunter, making you miss the latest sequel release to your favorite book.

"Well, would you like to wear mine?" Hunter suggests, unbuttoning his shirt. "You know, you look beautiful in that red lace."

"No."

"Please."

"Absolutely not."

"I'm your husband!"

"And I got married to a weirdo jock at 18 in my first year of college!"

The room goes silent, and you turn over in the bed. You pull the covers over your body, hiding yourself from him. The bed creaks as Hunter climbs onto it and wraps his around your waist.

"Leave me alone!" You yell, tossing a pillow at him.

"Y/N, I know our marriage isn't the best, but could we please get along. If not for us, then for our little angel in the next room. Nobody wants to see their parents fighting," Hunter says, rubbing your back.

You hated it. You hated that word. Angel. It's what got you into this mess in the first place. If Heath and Henry hadn't seen you at the Halloween festival, perhaps you would've had a different life? Maybe you'd be with someone else? Someone kind, like Charles.

"Don't call her angel, please."

"Sorry. If it makes you feel better, they told me about the Halloween festival performance a month after we started dating. I never knew you were in it until then."

You turn to your husband and kiss him. His hands go to your head and rub your hair.

"You're the best wife a man could ask for," Hunter compliments, wrapping his legs around your waist. "God, you're so hot in that lingerie!"

"Why don't you take it off then?"

Hunter blinks, and then he laughs. Before you even realize it, he's removed your bottoms and stuck his index finger inside you. You bury your face in his chest, too embarrassed by the feeling of lust you've felt since dating Hunter.

"Oh, come on, baby~ You've had sex with me plenty of times since high school. You even gave birth to a whole baby, and you still can't have a single digit in you," Hunter teases, fingering you faster.

You moan with pleasure into his chest and gently ride his finger.

"You know, our sweet daughter said she wanted a sister. I promised her I'd give her one. Maybe I should knock out two birds with one stone and fuck so much your womb just accepts my sperm?"

"Well, I did want another child to keep me company for when I'm home and not working."

"In that case, I have no choice but to oblige."

Hunter unbuckles his pants and pulls out his cock. You put it inside of you and ride him. He grabs your hips and helps you bounce your ass on his cock.

"You feel so good!" You moan, your breasts clacking together.

"I know! That's why you stayed with me!" Hunter replies, speeding up the pace of your riding.

Before you could finish, he suddenly thrusts in you three times and paints your pussy white. Your back arches in pleasure, and you fall onto Hunter.

"You did good, darling," Hunter compliments, rubbing your back.

"Thank you," You say, relaxing at the sound of his heartbeat.

The baby monitor on the nightstand clicks to life.

"WAAAAHHH!" Your baby girl cries, giving Hunter and You a reason to get changed.

"I'll get our clothes," Hunter says, pulling out of you and getting out of bed.

"I'll clean up really quick," You reply, getting up and walking to the bathroom.

[tabithaxking]

always have, always will. (self para) where: francis and yelena king's house, fisher cove when: october 29th 2024

[ tw: dementia, illness ]

The gate creaked in the same way it always did, the sound of rusted metal on metal that always signalled an arrival. There was a time where Tabitha would sit outside on the porch and hope that sound meant her mother was coming to get her. But now, the sound went unnoticed by the blonde that trudged up the pathway towards her grandparents house. The routine was so engrained in her that it felt like second nature to walk up the steps and let herself into the quiet house.

After a month of Theo being at school, Tabitha finally felt like she wasn't on high alert from the minute her alarm went off in the mornings. There wasn't ever any tears or tantrums trying to get Theo ready. She'd taken to it like a duck took to water and Tabitha's relief was immeasurable, but the feeling was short-lived.

Historically, when one area of her life was going okay, it generally meant that another area was on the verge of falling apart.

The familiarity of her grandparent's house had felt tainted lately. Looking around the carpeted living room, she no longer saw the place had been the only home she'd ever known. It was no longer the safe space that it'd been. Instead, her eyes passed over half-eaten tv dinners and stacks of unopened mail. The remnants of a man just managing to keep it together.

Her grandmother's dementia had gotten significantly worse in the past few months. It wasn't recently that her living independently was called into question. All because of a bout of food poisoning.

In Yelena's defence, she thought she had put the chicken in the fridge. It hadn't been on the counter for that long. But her mind had been playing tricks on her for the past year. Smoke alarms would randomly go off even though she'd only put something in the oven for a few minutes. Businesses in town moved without saying anything.

There were times where she was sure her daughter was here, walking through the front door like she hadn't left at seventeen and never returned. But in a blink of an eye, Tabitha was standing right where Angelica had been. It was only because they looked alike, that's why she'd gotten confused. That's all.

Things like this had happened more and more frequently until it was hard to ignore.

The chicken incident had been the last straw. Francis had been so sick after eating the half cooked poultry, Yelena had to drive him to the hospital. Except she couldn't quite remember where it was. The whole ordeal had led to some tough conversations. And now this house had lost the certain brightness it always had. The kind that only Yelena could bring out of it.

The facility that now housed her grandmother was only the next town over and Francis had driven to visit his wife every day since she'd been admitted. Tabitha had only visited a few times. Never with Theo. The first time had been so confronting, she'd vowed to keep her daughter far away. It wasn't worth tainting all the years of good memories Theo had of Yelena, only to watch her slowly deteriorate. Tabitha wished she didn't have to watch it too.

Sighing to herself, Tabitha put her bag down near the hall table and walked into the kitchen. It wasn't quite as bad as she was expecting. Francis had clearly only been eating freezer meals. The plastic containers piled up on top of the trash can, threatening to spill over. One sudden movement, one more ounce of pressure and the whole thing would topple. A catastrophic mess. Tabitha looked at it and knew exactly how it felt.

Grabbing a trash bag from under the sink, she got to work. In under an hour, she'd picked up all the garbage, done the dishes and had already had one load of laundry out to dry while another ran through the spin cycle. The months of cleaning houses had made her wildly efficient at cleaning. It was the only coping mechanism she had that felt mildly healthy.

A car pulled into the driveway as she was tackling the fridge. Mouldy vegetables and expired condiments found their way into her near overflowing pile of rubbish.

"You here, Squeaks?"

"—Kitchen!" She called out in response, throwing away a desiccated bag of green sludge. Likely a bag of spinach that had been opened once and then left to wither.

Her grandfather made his way into the kitchen with a loud sigh, the moans and groans of a man in his late sixties. The last few months had aged him. Lines deepened on his face every day, bags under his eyes turned a deep shade of purple from the sleep he obviously wasn't having. From the perfectly made bed upstairs and the state of the living room, Tabitha assumed her grandfather had been falling asleep in front of the TV every night.

"You don't need to be doing all this," Francis complains as he sees what Tabitha has been up to. "Don't you have your own place to clean?"

Tabitha almost snaps back but bites her tongue, going deeper into the fridge.

"It's fine, I wanna help." She couldn't make things better, she couldn't bring back her grandmother's memory. But she could do this.

"Come sit down," her grandfather said as he dragged a chair across the linoleum.

Despite wanting to protest, the blonde straightens from her kneeling position, abandoning her mission and sitting at the kitchen table.

Crossing her arms across her chest, her gaze rests on the knotted wood. Her eyes would meet anything but her grandfather who she knew was studying her. "She was pretty good today," Francis tells her, unprompted.

Tabitha had obviously been wondering in the moments of silence but just couldn't bring herself to ask. A wave of gratitude rushes through her that she didn't have to wrestle the words out of her mouth.

"That's good." Chewing on her lower lip, she asks. "Anything from the doctors?"

A new treatment, a wonder drug, a undiscovered cure.

Francis gives a head shake with a side of sympathy for his granddaughter. She only half-sees it, her gaze unmoved from the table.

"We have to get you some proper food," Tabitha perks up, wanting so desperately to divert the conversation in another direction. "Those tv dinners will give you a heart attack. I'll grab some groceries for you after I pick Theo up."

"I don't need you mothering me, Squeaks. I can take care of myself."

A snort. "Tell that to my pile of garbage." She motions to it dramatically. "Your ass groove is moulded into the couch."

"I'm just adjusting to your gran not being here," he implores. "I haven't had to take care of myself for 40-somethin' years. Give an old man a break, will ya?"

Tabitha knew to read between the lines. That not everyone could push their feelings down so deep to simply keep going through the motions. To force themselves not to feel the hurt and the pain because how could they continue on if they did?

She always wondered how deep this well inside her was. This endless black cavern. Her whole life she'd been stuffing feelings down it, waiting to hit the bottom. It hadn't happened yet, but some ominous feeling loomed around it now. Like it was only a matter of time before it overflowed and drowned her in the flood.

"I have to get candy for the trick-or-treaters anyway," Tabitha insists. "I'll grab you some too. You know those McLachlan kids will egg your house if you don't have any."

Francis only grumbled in response, knowing that her granddaughter wouldn't relent. A long silence filled the kitchen, the unspoken words were a heavy weight, thickening the air like smoke.

"It's okay to be sad, kid—" Francis tells her, his voice softer than she'd ever heard it. Francis King, the ex-naval captain who had braved battle and rough seas, spoke to his granddaughter like she was a wild creature he was trying to calm. Something he was unsure wouldn't hiss or bite or bolt if he pushed too hard. "You don't gotta be strong for everyone all the time. That's not your job."

Tabitha's eyes flickered up to him sharply. Her jaw only unclenched to announce her departure. "I have to pick up Theo." Pushing her chair away from the table, she bent down to grab the garbage bag. "We'll be back around 4-ish. Let's go to the diner, get you a proper meal." The look on her grandfather's face was one of disappointment, but not of surprise. She'd had never been one to put her feelings on display, unless it was anger. That she expressed very well.

It was only when she was back in her car, hands white knuckled at ten and two on the steering wheel, did Tabitha think about letting herself cry. A deep guttural sob bounced inside her chest, wanting to crack open her chest like the monster in Alien. But she wouldn't, she couldn't. Once she started, there was no telling if it would ever stop and Tabitha had too much to keep going for to let herself break down now. There were double shifts and playdates, homework and bills, costumes to sew and grandparents to feed.

The feelings would come out eventually, whether she was ready or not. The years of resentment and suffering would rise like the tide, build like a wave over the shore. Tabitha only hoped that it wouldn't destroy her when it all came crashing down.

[koifishart]

I want to be Your Koi Fish - special chapters

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>Tenko Kitsune<

As every morning, she got up fresh and well rested. Looked at her watch. It was almost 6:00. The perfect time to open the window on a cool summer morning, unfold the mat and stretch spine before the next day, probably full of ups and downs. Did she care? Rather not very much, it will always be somehow! Inhale...exhale...dog with head up...and down...half bow...bend forward...up. She heard the panels clink on the stairs - time to grease them. Sisters got up and walked into the kitchen. She rolled the mat up, put it in the closet, then pulled out a pink t-shirt, fresh underwear, light socks with a rose pattern, and dark work overalls with large pockets. In such an outfit, she appeared in children's bedrooms to wake them up one by one. They slept so sweetly: girls wrapped in quilts, boys dug up, heads in legs. However, time passed relentlessly! They all marched for clothes, only the youngest, Fubuki, rubbing her sleepy eyes, approached her, stretching out hands. She hugged the tiny body to hers to lift it up and walk to get the dress and thin tights. When everyone was ready, they heard a call from the ground floor:

- Breakfast!

Ayame may be tone-deaf, but she could cry so firmly that none of the little ones would dare delay. Although maybe they were just hungry? The dining room smelled deliciously of pancakes. Sweet breakfast! Her favorite! She helped pack lunch boxes, including her own, and when they had all eaten, split up to take the children to school and kindergarten. As soon as the joyful three flew into the arms of the tutors, she headed for the outskirts of Setagaya, to the pushed aside building of not the first youth, which she was renovating step by step, to finally become her dream workshop. Everything she renewed, did according to a plan kept improving. Fortunately, she didn't complain about the lack of customers. They were mostly women, happily accepting her approach to the client. She knew perfectly well what typical "male" workshops and control stations could look like. Yes...that was also planned. A vehicle inspection station...but for that it needed a much more modern place and she wanted to organize one. Meanwhile, it remained a slowly renovated recovered building. She always tried to be nice and helpful to all who came to her with a problem, but especially men often had problems with culture and familiarity.

True, she didn't look like a typical mechanic! A beautiful girl, long red hair, blue eyes, slim figure with strongly distinctive breasts, healthy, painted nails. More suited to a beauty salon or massage parlor, right? Optionally, maybe to the hostess in the car dealership. However, she dreamed of something completely different. She has been stealing keys and screwdrivers since was a child to tinker with grandfather's shed. Father wasn't always happy, because she often made a lot of a mess putting things down, but in the end she put it together and cleaned it up! He wasn't surprised at all when she announced that was going to be an engineer. For this occasion, he bought her own brand new toolbox along with a dream electric impact wrench for changing wheels. Was the only girl in the year, one of the few to pass and the only one with honors. She thought that with such papers, getting a job in the largest car factory was a piece of cake! Badly wrong. The owner looked at her CV and all the documentation from her studies with appreciation, but the project she had been working on for months hadn't even opened. After all, "women don't know much about cars"! He offered the position of a saleswoman, at which she, indignant, gathered her things and left without a word, slamming the door. Returning home, she strayed from the road to sit on the slope overlooking the city and think what to do next. The crazy idea came to her as soon as she turned head at the soothing sound of trees. She saw a shanty, an absolute pile of real estate misfortune...and felt immediately that must have it. She begged father for a solid start-up loan, promising to pay him back soon. In the meantime, she got a part-time job in a yoga studio as an instructor. It was worth making a few papers! In the end, it turned out as she wanted. The only thing missing was finishing the building to fully breathe. Until then, she took every order that appeared, unless the client turned out to be an exceptional rude.

She said goodbye to the woman whose tires were replaced and checked the toe-in, and, finding a temporary break, decided to put her own car on the canal. It would be appropriate to change the oil. Unscrewed the relevant parts, replacing the large bucket beforehand, and let the old fluid drain gently.

- Hello, is anyone here? - heard a call from the vicinity of the entrance to the workshop.

- I'm coming! - shouted back, coming down from the ladder.

She climbed the stairs from under the vehicle. On the doorstep was a tall man with blond hair combed in a pompadour style, wearing a purple jumpsuit and black tabi shoes. His face thinned a bit at the sight of her, but he showed some interest. Frequent reaction from men, used to.

- Heard I find a great mechanic here... - he muttered, definitely trying not to look at her breasts.

- Yes, what's the problem? - she asked, smiling radiantly. - I don't know if I'm SO great, but I'll try to help.

- That's...you, lady? - he stuttered.

- Yes. Soga Shizuka*, owner and only mechanic in this workshop. - she laughed. - You probably didn't expect it, that's understandable.

- Absolutely...er... - he replied confused, then pointed at the vehicle. - My bike is broken and the mechanic who usually fixes it doesn't have time.

- Kawasaki Chopper, EN500? Classic... - she muttered, walking to the machine. - Let's see what's wrong with him...

She reached for the keys he was giving to fire up. It had a problem at the start, but took a closer look as soon as the revs stabilized relatively. She took off a large gauntlet, revealing a tiny hand with long fingers, tipped with turquoise nail polish. Touched the bonnet.

- Behaves as if one of the cylinders has resistance. In addition, something is wrong in the ignition system. - she assessed. - I can arrange it, but won't be ready until tonight.

- And I will not be a problem waiting here? Came quite a long way... - He laughed a little and shook his head a bit. - After all, didn't even introduce myself. Shiba Chiharu.

- Nice to meet you, Shiba-san. Of course it wouldn't be a problem.

>>><<<

He drove through the city, along with several people from the gang when he heard disturbing sounds coming from the engine. They stopped in the parking lot they passed, to check where the problem was. It wasn't looking good. He pushed hair back nervously, sighing heavily, then stuffed hands into the pockets of purple jumpsuit.

- Engine, boss. - one of his subordinates said.

- It turns out... - Chiharu muttered, dialing the mechanic's number. - Do you have time to repair? My bike broke down! Fuck, just today...Okay...

- And what?

- No way. - he grunted nervously.

- Shiba-san... - Suzumoto, the bald guy, interjected. - I hear there's a great mechanic just outside Setagaya. It is not far!

He decided to check, he had nothing to lose, maybe only time. He got on the bike, trying to reach the place as quickly and safely as possible. Before he left, a few more people from the gang spoke up - they heard something, someone recommended it, nothing specific, no precise information, but at least they drew him what to look for. A partially renovated shack on the hill. In fact, the building turned out not to be of the first youth. In places it looked like was falling apart, but on the other hand it was obvious that someone had taken care of it. The walls were reinforced, windows replaced, everything painted with fresh paint... He stopped in front of the entrance and quite hesitantly got off the bike. There was a neat Mazda 6 hatchback on the canal, all silver with a delicate spoiler on the back. The interior looked promising. He had been to many workshops, most of them looked alike, and this one hadn't missed anything either, but it had something that made him ready to trust the people working in here. The problem was, he couldn't see anyone.

- Hello, is anyone here? - he called deeper into the building.

- I'm coming! - he heard a resonant voice coming from under the car.

He was surprised, it sounded like a slightly melancholic girl, not a mechanic. Completely stunned, seeing a woman approaching him. Medium height, fiery red hair tied in a ponytail, a pink t-shirt that definitely ends under the ribs, a little loose overalls with a drooping one harness and large pockets. Despite the heavily built-up work boots and sizeable gloves, he could see that she moved lightly and gracefully. She looked up at him playfully with sparkling blue eyes. The most noticeable, however, was the bulging bust that is hard to find in most slim girls. She smiled friendly, and his voice stuck in his throat.

- I... heard that I will find a great mechanic here... - he finally choked out.

- Yes, what's the problem? - she asked. - I don't know if I'm SO great, but I'll try to help.

He expected to hear "I'm calling" or "dad / brother will be here soon", and she looked like she was speaking deadly seriously. It was hard to pick up and not look at the tight pink blouse at the same time. He swallowed hard.

- That's...you, lady? - he stuttered.

- Yes. Soga Shizuka, owner and only mechanic in this workshop. - she laughed charmingly. - You probably didn't expect it, that's understandable.

- Absolutely...er... - he replied, remembering what he had come for. - My bike is broken and the mechanic who usually fixes it doesn't have time.

- Kawasaki Chopper, EN500? Classic... - she muttered, walking to the machine. - Let's see what's wrong with him...

He hurriedly fished the keys from his pocket and handed it to the girl. She took them gently, then skilfully started the engine. He watched as she watched the operation of the machine with solemnity and great calm. Shiba was in shock! The woman who unmistakably recognized the bike! She had to know at least a little bit. Took off the glove, under which she hid a delicate hand with long nails painted shiny with varnish. He wasn't sure if he could see any tiny patterns on them. The time of the verdict has come.

- Behaves as if one of the cylinders has resistance. In addition, something is wrong in the ignition system. - she assessed. - I can arrange it, but won't be ready until tonight.

- And I will not be a problem waiting here? Drove quite a long way... - he laughed nervously, finally reflecting. - After all, I didn't even introduce myself. Shiba Chiharu.

- Nice to meet you, Shiba-san. Of course it wouldn't be a problem.

She offered a comfortable couch in the office, but he preferred to watch her at work, so reached for a nearby chair. By the way, he was ready to help if she needed a little male support. Only noticed that quiet music was oozing from the speakers somewhere in the background. He was surprised that she took as a male profession. Nevertheless, the rumors of the city were true - she knew her job, skilfully disassembled the engine to look at the cylinders, and even checked a few other things that raised her doubts. Did everything with a smile on her face, as if she were having a great time. He was very impressed.

- This is quite an unusual job for a woman. - he said finally to break the silence. - Aren't you hard sometimes?

- Everyone asks me that! - she laughed heartily, tightening the bolts. - I loved DIY since I was a child, it was destiny. And that's it!

She straightened up after the final shutdown of the engine, brushed some invisible dust off her pants, and looked at him expectantly, keys in hand. He abruptly rose from his chair, knocking it over, and she chuckled at it, covering mouth with glove. He blushed up to ears as he picked up the item being served. Fired up the engine - it fired much faster than before and purred like a kitten. The sound pampered his ears, and the pleasant vibrations made him want a long ride.

- I do not know how it got there, but under one of the cylinders I found a small pebble, was so noisy, scratched the center a little. - she explained. - Lubricated as much as I could, tightened a few other parts, replaced a few gaskets... It shouldn't be a problem anymore.

- Gosh... It's better than ever! - he sighed happily.

- Bought used, right? - she asked, winking.

- How do you know?

- They don't make such motors anymore. Plus, it has a pretty old looking dent on the side, as if someone was putting off action movie chase scenes and driving under a truck! - she laughed. - If you want, you can replace it, just have to order the right part, probably also recovered, but it's worth having your mechanic check the market.

- What if...if I wanted to ask you for a replacement? - he asked uncertainly.

- Just phone. - she replied, taking a tasteful business card from her pants pocket. - We will agree a date as soon as I find a good item.

They settled the bill, and then he drove away toward the setting sun. Felt strange, insecure. As if he didn't want to leave. The somewhat repulsive place contained a very interesting person with a lot of experience and heart for what she was doing. He smirked at the mention of the red pony, then gasped.

He was sitting at home with a mug of coffee, turning his fingers over a business card decorated with a heavily simplified lotus flower pattern cut at the edge. It had been hard for him to focus on anything for several days. Every time he closed his eyes, could see red hair and a smear of grease on her pale cheek. It absolutely didn't bother him, it only added to her charm. It contrasted with an almost milky complexion and ruby lips. It was supposed to be a normal repair, and he was acting like a young man in love! He reached for the phone, tapped one by one numbers on the screen, and after a while he was waiting impatiently for the connection.

- Yes? - he heard after a few beeps.

- Soga-san? This is Chiharu Shiba... - he began.

- Oh, yes, I remember! - she laughed. - You caught me having a lazy Saturday breakfast.

- Oh, sorry...

- No problem. Are you probably calling about parts? - she asked, clearly tapping her long fingernails on the computer keyboard. - Let's see... Yeah... quite a lot of options, but most of them are corroded crap. Oh, I think I found the right one, in good shape. At second hand. Is that fine for you?

- Of course! - he said quickly, surprised. - Could I have a brief message when it comes to you?

- Yes, I'll let you know. - she replied heartily, and he could almost see her smiling.

- So... see you...

- See you soon!

She hung up. Chiharu was still holding the phone to his ear, listening to his own heart beat against his ribs.

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As she thought, it arrived very quickly. She also expected the sweet blonde to be pleased with such a quick solution. As soon as she checked the courier, pulled out her phone to text about the package. Thought. She always liked the fair-haired boys, despite the fact that in Japan they appeared as dyed ones. She bit her lip slightly at the thought of how long hadn't been in a relationship with anyone. The last man in her life was Fubuki's father - already thought she found the right one, and when he heard about her pregnancy, said that it was probably not now, it wasn't that... She didn't even regret it, in the end there was nothing. Since then, Shizuka had used male genitalia at night weekend parties rather than looking for someone on a permanent basis.She was disturbed by the roar of a motorbike standing in front of the open garage door. Peeked out from a tiny office with a barely double sofa, a desk with a laptop, and a tiny electric kettle on the windowsill of the last old, slightly crumbling window. He got off the machine, almost falling off it, through a large bouquet of beautiful tea roses in his hands.

- What beautiful flowers! Are you going to your fiancée? - she asked with a smile.

- Oh no, it's for you, Miss... - he muttered a bit confused, lovingly hiding the blush behind the petals. - I didn't think a woman could be such a great mechanic.

- So let's not judge by appearances. - She sighed slightly, picking up the bouquet being served, then headed towards the canteen with the couch.

- In this carton against the wall there is an ordered part. Please check that everything is ok.

She found a tall vase hidden under the desk to quickly pour water into it and spread beautiful flowers inside. An intoxicating scent spread across the room. It was perfect, she loved roses. She left just as the blonde was taking the ordered part out of the bubble wrap.

- Come on, even the color is right! - she laughed sharply. - Should fit...

She was interrupted by the roar of the engine of a sports car with furious red paint. A broad-shouldered guy got out of it, that she wondered how he'd fit behind the wheel. He ruffled his neatly combed blond hair, glistening with blue eyes, Shizuka saw him once... Gaijin**. You could see it right away. He looked like he was bathing in money, but she wondered if it was some kind of cover. She was sensitive to "the rich", because it often turned out that the matter was sewn with thick threads. He approached them, treading firmly with his heavy boots. Despite her suspicions, she smiled as used to greet a potential client.

- I'm looking for the owner... - he muttered, barely glancing at her. - ...of this place.

- Yes, can I help you? - she replied calmly.

- I need an oil change now, the engine is working poorly, there was no time before. - he blurted out hard.

- I'm busy at the moment, you'd have to wait about an hour.

- We don't understand each other, Miss. - he grunted, approaching her. - NOW.

Bull's-eye. The more nervous he got, the more European accent she felt. Hanabi would probably recognize immediately what country the guy comes from. She wasn't in the habit of allowing such treatment in her garage.

- Well, well, buddy, with respect to the woman! - Threw blonde in purple overalls, standing a step in front of her, looking at the newcomer sideways. - Someone lacked culture!

She smiled under her breath. Didn't think he would react like that. Shiba-san was really cute! She approached them, wanting to cool down what the owner of the car intended to use. She caught a hand rushing to her neckline in flight, deftly twisting it, thus turning the man with back to her. He couldn't move, surprised and grounded by his own body.

- I'm sorry, but we are unlikely to get along. - she sighed, leading him out the gate. - Goodbye, you will surely find another mechanic.

She pushed the bulky guy twice her size firmly towards the lush red car. He turned to face her, and she honored him with a hearty smile with a hint of triumph.

- We'll see... - he snapped at her.

She wasn't going to hear what supposed to see. Pulled the lever, lowering the tin door of the workshop with a crack. Darkness fell, rays falling through the windows. She distracted it by turning on the lamps hanging from the ceiling. Sighed heavily as she straightened her voluminous pants.

- Are you okay, Shizuka-chan? - The blond asked agitated, and when he registered what said, he blushed to the tops of his ears.

- All right! - she laughed heartily. - Chiharu-kun...

For a moment he looked as if he hadn't heard, but it was enough for him to burst out laughing too. She pulled on massive leather gloves over slender fingers adorned with turquoise lacquer. Time to replace a few parts!

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The bike looked better than after a major renovation, which it received right after the purchase. He wanted it to have its own individual character, to show that it was HIS machine. After all, the Tokkutai gang boss has to present himself! That day, they were betting on the building where Hanayama was making a deal. He hadn't asked for anything for a long time, this time it looked like he wanted to use the size of a gang of motorcyclists to block the nearest streets. The only one left, where Shiba and his most faithful companions stood, at the very entrance to the building. The biggest bull of the underworld should have a suitable road and it was he who decided to guard it. He watched the neighborhood proudly as a gleaming turquoise and black racer sprang out around a bend and onto the exact street. He had seen them, Shiba was sure, and yet motorbike didn't slow down. Shiba wasn't going to dodge, even if he was going to die. The driver in the black suit screeched to a halt and the rear wheel squealed wildly and parked parallelly just below his feet. It boiled in the man. You have to be the last idiot to put on a circus like this!

- Who gave you your driving license?! - he snapped at the motorcyclist. - Watch your ride, dude!

- Gee... I'm sorry... - he heard a rather high voice, muffled with a helmet. - Next time I'll be careful.

Confused, he watched as a storm of loose red hair fell out from under removable hat, framing a pretty face with sparkling blue eyes. He was incredulous, though trying to juxtapose the woman in front of him and the one with the lush pony...he was getting the same person! Had to recover, he was among his people!

- S...Shizuka-chan? - he finally gasped out.

- Oh, you didn't think I was running all day in baggy overalls with a socket wrench in hand, Chiharu-kun! - She laughed pearly, then asked a bit more seriously, puffing lips a little bit and looking from under her almost closed eyelids. - Are you going to stay here a little longer? I cannot take a helmet with me, and it is extremely important to me! I would like to leave him under loving care...of course not for free.

- Er, sure, it will be safe with me! - He blurted out immediately, combing his mane back.

- Oh, that's wonderful! - she threw happy.

Shizuka gave him an exceptionally light, well-built and very aerodynamic helmet, only to reach the zipper at the neck after a while. She was going to undress?! On the street?! Before he could react, heard the clink of teeth. She unbuttoned the jumpsuit to the ankle and emerged from it in a lovely, beige dress speckled with tiny flowers, decorated with a cross tied, imitating a corset. Even motorcycle boots, as it turned out, strongly built-up for a reason, hid semi-transparent high-heeled shoes tied with a tulle ribbon. She lifted the speedseat's seat, where she stowed her purse to tuck the suit into the empty space. She surprised him more and more every moment. She slung the leather strap on shoulder, waving so sweetly at them it almost melted with joy.

- Bye, shopping is waiting!

She walked away briskly, tapping heels and rocking hips rhythmically, incredibly sexy. All she left behind was a cloud of rose perfume, which had just been rising from her neck. He swallowed mechanically.

- Boss...how does the boss know such a beauty? - Suzumoto asked.

- This...this is my new mechanic. - stunned, he muttered in response.

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She promised them a weekend shopping trip and kept her word. Happily watched the two dark-haired little angels rummaging between the hangers. A third cherub, red like her, clung to her skirt. Fubuki was like this from birth. She fondly remembered that birth. The little one clung to her at once and wouldn't let go, greedily sucking on her breast. The midwives laughed that the boys are usually "mommy's tits", and here is such a surprise. After shopping, they sat down by the fountain to let the kids play on the small playground in the middle of the mall. She watched the joyful girls, cooperating on the ladders. Their lives often lacked this carefree, so whenever she could, wanted to offer it to them in the highest possible dose.

- Shizuka-chan? We've been seeing a lot lately! - she heard a familiar voice.

A tall man with blond hair combed in pompadour style stood in front of her, this time in a slightly less "gangster" outfit - he chose elegant shoes, dark jeans and a flowery shirt.

- Oh, I guess it is, Chiharu-kun. - she replied with a smile.

She felt a tug of trailing fabric against her lap. The tiny redhead cast a curious glance at the standing man, at the same time demanding her attention.

- Can I get ice cream? - she whispered. - I can?

- Of course, honey. - She replied, handing the banknote to the running older girl. - Just not too much, or your throats will be sore.

She watched them run off to a nearby ice cream shop. Fubuki jumped to pick a flavor while the other two tried to lift her up to see anything.

- Ms. mechanic is a baby-sitter? - Shiba asked, sitting down next to her.

- No no, these three cuties are my daughters. - Threw with a radiant smile.

She saw that surprise on his face a lot, from the beginning, in fact. Could it be that incredible? Is it really so strange that a single mother of three has her own business? Who knows, maybe...

- I must have slightly disturbed your view of me? - she whispered aggressively, still smiling, leaning in slightly. - Maybe you even think I'm slutty and irresponsible? If you want, you can think so. I've always wanted a bunch of kids. I was looking for good stud dogs and found them...and that they were irresponsible assholes was another matter.

- Girls don't have a father?

- No. "I got" chromosomes from two, but I wouldn't call any of them the father of the children. - she answered innocently. - If a man capable of being my partner comes across, I will introduce him to them.

- What if you don't find it or he'll be scared of the kids?

- Hmm...nothing special. - Shizuka threw after a moment of reflection. - I don't need a man to function, I'm a strong and resourceful woman. The only husband I can consider is support, not the master of the house. If he's scared of my kids, then he's inappropriate.

The girls finally managed to buy delicacies, they sat at the table licking sweet balls. She didn't want them to get hurt. The man they call their father must have been a good man. Another was out of the question. Hyo***, Arashi**** and Fubuki***** were worth the effort.

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The sight of his sister-in-law somehow could not leave him, despite the fact that he and his wife were sitting on the leather sofa at home for a long time, sipping slowly non-alcoholic wine. If not for Hanabi, he would not have been persuaded to take this type of drink - red whiskey is a love he didn't talk about...or maybe it just entered the blood and that's it? The red liquid with an extremely fruity aroma tasted completely different, certainly even in the full version it had significantly less percentages than the Wild Turkey. She snuggled against his shoulder as she always did when they had a moment to themselves. He stroked the shaved part of her head with free hand, playing with the single strands that wanted to fall on her forehead. She had already taken off her tie and loosened the collar of red shirt enough to let him see a subtle foretaste of what was hidden under it.

- You called your sister, right? - he asked finally.

- Yes of course. I talked to her shortly after you showed me this "miracle on wheels" - she replied bluntly.

- How is she like?

- How do you feel about her, Kaoru? - She answered the question with a question, looking at him searchingly.

He thought. Didn't really have much to say on that point. Only saw her a few times, they didn't talk often. What could he think of her?

- Seems to be a typical woman, who loves shopping and spending money on herself. - he said, shrugging his shoulders.

- Shizuka has always been quite...phlegmatic, and positive about life. - she laughed. - She looks cute, trendy, but loved to rummage in machines since she was a child, took everything she could apart and folded. Father didn't quite like her adoration because she was making a lot of a mess around her. Mother preferred her to paint her nails instead of playing with grease...

- And Grandpa? - he hinted, remembering the strange old man.

- Grandpa saw a specific potential in her. He trained us in harmony with the circle of life, according to the corresponding elements. I am air, she is water. The...hmm...streamlined fighting styles fit her perfectly.

- Interesting theory.

- Right? Until now, I don't know how he thought it up and fitted it, but it worked! - she replied. - In fact, Shizuka is a pacifist, she doesn't like any kind of violence. "Peace & Love" and these matters. It is enough, however, to properly get her under skin to dig up everything she learned and effectively pacify the opponent.

He tried to imagine such conditions. It didn't fit the offensive version in any way. She was too sweet, delicate and so...maximally stereotypically feminine. He felt a small hand creep under the unbuttoned button of his purple shirt, to his taut shoulder to gently massage it. She wasn't going to let him drift in that direction...

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She threw the skirt of a colorful summer dress, turning to the mirror to check the tying of the braid with a woven ribbon wrapped around her head. She finally had time for her weekend getaway. She was going to wander slowly through the drugstores, leafing through nail polishes and fancy bath accessories. Maybe she will find a nice, aromatic sparkling ball? What if a jeweler...? It makes sense to add something new to the casket from time to time. She listened to the cheerful clatter of her own sandals on a high post when she noticed a pair coming from around the corner. He was in a perfectly cut white suit and purple shirt, with raven hair scattered by the wind, she was dressed in light shorts with a row of buttons at each pocket, a coral elegant blouse, with her feet in simple wedge sandals in front of her. Black locks flew slightly against the face. She did not expect to meet sister and her husband! His people were hanging around nearby, as well as...a familiar blond man in purple jumpsuit. She wondered if it was a faux pas if they found out they knew each other.

- Come on, a twist of fate, Hanabi-chan! - she chirped.

- Shopping? - asked the younger one.

- Like every month!

A strong arm caught her in half, and then another, placing massive hand over intricately woven braids prevented her from unfolding the sentence. The touch felt strangely familiar. She hadn't had much contact with it, but the rough, thick skin was like someone she had dealt with recently. She had a glimpse of the corner of her eye as he brought his head close to her shoulder. Apparently he was more interested in her brother-in-law than in her. Blond, fair-eyed, proud expression on his face. She saw Shiba standing behind the young boss's back clenching his fists nervously, bristling all over his body. He also recognized the "owner" of the red sports car. Gaijin.

- I felt like you knew each other...Hanayama... - he muttered, then laughed lowly. - The cutie is going to pay for the last treatment you treated me?

- ...what?... - Hanabi muttered, looking at her husband.

- I didn't accept his challenge a long time ago. - the man replied, unbuttoning the buttons on his jacket.

- And the percentages are rising. - drawled her tormentor, tightening his fingers a bit on the red hair. - It would be a pity to break her neck, she's pretty...

- Sorry, it doesn't seem like a good idea. - she demanded, turning her eyes towards him.

- It's not up to you. - he growled, tilting her head closer to the shoulder.

- Oh, if you say so... - she sighed disapprovingly.

She took a deep breath, then let all the air out of her lungs to compress her body as much as possible, and slip out of iron embrace. The man with a European accent stood completely taken aback. She brushed off her dress gently, then launched a solid roundhouse kick right into the center of his face. He took the full force of the blow, twisted a few dumbbells on the sidewalk, and finally lay flat on his back. She turned and caught the startled glances of the men behind her and her sister's thumbs up.

- Nice! - Hanabi said triumphantly.

- Oh, gentlemen, I am not whipped! Don't mess with the Soga family. - The redhead laughed, and then turned to the slowly rising blonde. - You underestimated your opponent, little boy.

He was staring at her, definitely pissed and eager to retaliate, but a dull crunch of Hanayama's knuckles was enough for him to let go and run down the alley. Shocked, Chiharu stepped forward, apparently wondering what to say. Black-haired girl sensed the situation in flight. She pulled her husband and his men away, waving her goodbye. Shizuka laughed under her breath at the sight. It was amazing how easily Hanabi could get along with a guy like Hanayama.

- Er...Shizuka-chan... - the blond man standing next to her began.

- Yes?

- Would you like to come out to dinner with me? - he asked, blushing slightly. - I know a place where they prepare the best Peking duck.

- Unfortunately it's not good idea... - She replied a bit confused.

- Oh...sure, I understand. You probably don't have time...or something...

- No, no, that's not it! - she laughed. - I just don't eat meat, I'm a vegetarian! But I love tofu ramen!

- Well...let it be ramen! - The man laughed, gallantly letting her go ahead.

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Tenko Kitsune - http://yokai.com/tenko/ ; mine Tenko is dark-blue only because of element (water) which I want her to have;

*Shizuka - [jap.] calm

** gaijin - [ jap.] foreigner

***Hyo - [jap.] hail

****Arashi - [jap.] tempest

*****Fubuki - [jap.] snowstorm

[cartierbin]

request — hey! if you aren’t too busy with school and stuff could you make a d!lf hyunjin or felix and just make it super rough

『 pairing — hyunjin x reader

genre — smut + mafia lord dilf!hyunjin and his four year old daughter’s teacher + gunplay type shit

word count — 1.2k

notes — hope you enjoy this loves. 』

smut under the cut !

“you have someone who wants to see you, mr. hwang”. his assistant reassured, clutching her clipboard a little too tightly to her chest. the blonde haired man allowed the thick white smoke to rise from his lips and settle into the air around him. he closed a file on his desk, beckoning his hand towards the door. “let them in”. to look as well kept and intimidating as hyunjin looked, he was actually a soft spoken man. stern, but soft spoken. his office door swung open and in came a woman he thought he’d never see here. usually, when women came into office they only wanted one thing and one thing only. it never crossed his mind that his very own daughter’s teacher wanted that same thing. when you walked in you were timid. the way his blonde hair sifted over his eyes and how luscious he looked in his suit jacket and open dress shirt beneath it, with multiple necklaces dangling at the center of his chest. you hesitantly sat in the seat in front of his desk and tried to divert your gaze elsewhere. you didn’t want to come off more lustful than you already were. especially since you didn’t know your boundaries.

his eyes skimmed over your skin tight salmon colored dress, attentive to the way it hugged you in all the right places. “may I ask you what you’re doing here?”. he questions, assuming that you knew what he was talking about. you, his daughter’s teacher coming to seek him. “I heard the pay here was good. and you know my occupation pays very little. I need something to help me make ends meet”. he gives you an unsettling stare, folding his arms on the table. “do you know what you’re getting yourself into? this isn’t just some regular job. we kill people”. you nod nervously, “I know I know I just can’t find anyone else who pays just as good as you do. I really need the money”. he dropped his eyes again over your body, trying to figure out what a beautiful woman like you would do if you were to work for him. you were much too pretty to be in harm’s way. he leans back in his chair with another intake of his cigar, allowing the smoke to cloud over his eyes. "tell me. what's your prissy little ass going to do if you work for me? do you know how to shoot a gun? can you handle money well? are you good with drugs?". you swallowed, knowing in your heart of hearts that you have never done any of those things in your life. maybe handling money could suffice. you thought back to your teen years, when you were a cashier for a grocery store. as far as anything goes, that's the most experience you've ever had with handling money. then again, grocery store cash was never much. definitely wasn't the huge amounts of cash hyunjin was referring to. he could tell you were thinking to yourself. he could tell that you were indecisive. he could tell you were inexperienced. that was one thing that he never tolerated.

"looks like you came to the wrong job didn't you? if you're not a made man how will I hire you? did you come in here to waste my time?". you quickly shook your head no becoming frightened at the hint of frustration in his voice. he could've had any weapon behind his desk for all you knew. and you hadn't planned on coming here just to die. "no mr.hwang I don't want to waste your time at all. I just need money and these other jobs aren't going to help me. I'm willing to take whatever training I can". hell no. hyunjin would never put an inexperienced worker on the job. which is why when he skimmed your body again with his eyes, a smirk flickered at the edge his lips. he lifts himself up from his seat which startled you a bit. you didn't know what he was planning on doing but the sudden movement was unexpected. "I don't train. all my workers are experienced and it'll remain that way". as much as you wanted to pay attention to the sudden drop of octave in his voice, your eyes shifted to the silver weapon in his hand. your body immediately grew cold. he leans on the front of his desk and stares down at you, smirking. "but... since my wife doesn’t please me enough I think I can use someone like you”. he swiped his tongue over his supple lips and your chest flooded with nervousness. “use me?”. you could’ve sworn you heard the gun click at that moment. he leans down and presses his lips against your ear. “how would you like it if I hired you as my sex worker?”. you swallowed. not expecting those kind of words to even fall from his lips. you hummed, at the edge of an answer. you felt the cold metal of the gun sweep along your thighs, he started to rub small circles into your inner thighs with it. “don’t act like you don’t want it”. he breathed down the nape of your neck. you shivered, feeling trapped yet turned on at how heated the room had gotten.

you were still sitting when he steps behind you, clasping his fingers around your neck whilst dragging the gun between your bare legs. you panicked. never in your life have you had a gun so close to your body before, nevertheless touching your skin. your heart thudded around in your chest as your dress drew upwards exposing your panties. he dipped the gun into the front of them, sitting it right on top of your pubic mound. you flinched and gripped his forearm. “to be my sex worker means that I can use your body whenever and however I want. are you willing to be used?”. your breathing became heavier while you nodded and swallowed, praying that his fingers weren’t on the trigger. he inches the gun just at the entrance of your hole, he teased achingly slow like the sly man he was. he loved the way you gasped each time he pushed the barrel deeper, he loved feeling you shiver in his grip while he kept clicking it leaving you on the edge. on the edge of thinking that he was going to shoot it any second. he basked in your fear, it made his heart warm. “you’ll be paid a generous salary, thousands by the hour. however just know that if any information you’ve heard ever leave these walls, I’m not afraid to kill you”. you squirmed while he worked the gun, fucking your pussy with it deep and slow. you opened your thighs wider, strewing your head back just a tad. you heard everything he said, it was just difficult for you to reply. your choked up moans was making him hard. It was challenging for even his wife to do that. she hadn’t got him worked up in months. he felt the gun become slippery at how wet your were becoming. your hardened nipples perked straight up underneath the fabric of your dress and sheer bra. “do you understand me?”. he questions all while trying to seem unfazed. “yes, yes I understand”. you stuttered with your legs trembling around the gun. “you get wet so fast I already know I’ll be fucking the shit out of you”.

with the way he was aggressively thrusting the weapon in between your folds, he didn’t have to. your mouth gaped open in bliss. every time you thought he would slow down and have a little mercy he didn’t. that was just the nature of hwang hyunjin. your hips jerked onto the piece of metal desperate to cum. It was shameful how much your stomach churned at the pleasure you received from just a weapon alone. he could click it as much as he wanted but you grew fond of the thrill. the thrill that a loaded gun was sinking into your channel with a pleasure that had you seeing stars. you reached up to grip his forearm with two hands. “you like this shit don’t you? you like when guns play with your little pussy?”. you groaned a breathless yes, growing overwhelmed with how low his voice tone dropped. you needed to make ends meet but you never thought you’d be making it this way. at the hands of a mafia lord who only wants to use you. “you will come to me whenever I call you. whenever I need you I’m going to fucking wreck your body. are you willing to take all of that?”. you nod much more vigorously now with your lips sealed, and sparks flying through your torso. he tightens his grip around your neck and tilts your head back further until your eyes were feasting his above. “open your mouth”. you dropped your jaw, unsure of what he wanted until you saw a long string of saliva transfer from his lips to your tongue. “as long as you’re an absolute slut for me you’ll never struggle again”. he pumped the gun in and out of your wet hole until you were creaming down the front of it, your body spasming from the intensity of it all. he pulled it out of you, shoving the barrel between his lips to clean your mess. it was sexy the way he done it, his thick tongue swirling around the piece of metal.

“welcome to the family. I’ll call you my mistress”.

[lostinthewiind]

Piss Off Your Parents - Part 8

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren’t a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner’s 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: PG13

Warnings: none

Song → 18 by Anarbor

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Feeling a body shift beside you, you slowly began to wake from your deep, dreamless sleep. With thin rays of sunlight shining through the crack between the curtains, you let a content, sleepy smile toy at the corners of your lips as you rolled over in Keishin's arms and came face to face with his sleeping form.

It had been over a week since you had started staying with Keishin and even though waking up beside someone every morning definitely took some getting used to, you were a little surprised by just how quickly it was beginning to feel normal. Not only that, but you never slept better than you did in Keishin's bed with his warm, calming presence beside you and strong, protective arm draped over your waist.

Eyes closed and lips slightly parted, Keishin was fast asleep. His chest rose and fell rhythmically and at some point during the night, just like every other night, his hair—which wasn't tamed by the headband while he slept—had gotten all messed up and a few strands had fallen into his face.

Whenever you woke up before him, you would always take the chance to just look at him. While he slept, he seemed completely and utterly at peace—no longer burdened by the stress of coaching volleyball, working at the store, and no doubt whatever extra problems you had brought into his life. You thought back to the time you had watched him sleeping on the couch in the back room and sighed happily; the thought of how much things had changed in such a short period of time truly putting things into perspective.

Unable to keep your hands to yourself any longer, you reached out slowly and brushed the loose strands of hair out of his face and tucked them behind his ear—the same way you had done when you two had first had sex and the same way you had done countless times since.

Keishin could sleep through a thunderstorm or the sound of you calling out his name, but as soon as he felt your fingertips graze against his cheek, his eyes fluttered open. Upon noticing he was awake, you made your touch more prominent and caressed his face.

"Good morning," you whispered, unwilling to raise your voice any more than that and ruin the soft ambiance of the early morning.

Keishin leaned into your touch and smiled softly. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," you answered as you ran your thumb along his bottom lip, internally debating if you should ambush him with kisses now or wait until he had woken up a little more first. Chuckling to yourself over your own thoughts, you caught yourself staring at his lips and directed your gaze back to his eyes. "I'm just looking at you."

Keishin scoffed as he pressed a gentle kiss to your thumb. "Why?"

"Because you look so beautiful when you're asleep," you told him matter-of-factly. "Not that you don't always look beautiful," you added quickly before he could make some sort of sarcastic comment.

Keishin rolled his eyes before pulling you flush against his chest and kissing you. "You're such a sap, you know that?"

You laughed. "First, I'm dramatic. Now I'm a sap. What's next?"

"I have no idea." Keishin shrugged the best he could while lying down. "What I do know, however," he glanced at the clock, "is that we need to get up and get ready."

Following Keishin's gaze to the time, you huffed sadly when you noticed there were only five minutes left until your alarm would go off, forcing you to get ready to open the store. "Can't we just stay in bed all day?" you asked, hoping you could convince him to stay under the covers with you.

"Not unless we want to go broke and end up living under a bridge together."

You chuckled as Keishin crawled out of bed, the temptation of slapping his ass gently when he stood up almost too much but you managed to control yourself. "Together?" You grinned. "You'd stay with me even if we were both dirt poor?"

Keishin rolled his eyes playfully at your takeaway from his statement. "Of course." He collected his clothes before making his way around to your side of the bed and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "But I think I like plumbing and heating too much to give them up, so let's shower and get ready."

Sitting up in bed, you cocked an eyebrow. "You want to shower together?"

Keishin flashed a devilish smirk as he headed for the bathroom. "Purely for the purpose of saving water." He disappeared into the bathroom and seconds later his boxers flew out and landed on the floor, indicating he was completely nude. "But if you hate the planet, then I guess that's on you."

Your cheeks flushed red but nevertheless, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and began removing your clothes as you approached the bathroom. "Sure," you laughed as you closed the bathroom door behind yourself and let your eyes wander over Keishin's wet, naked body as he stood under the steaming water. "If it's for the planet, how could I possibly say no?"

20 minutes of passionate kissing and soapy hands exploring every inch of each other's body later, the two of you towelled off and finished getting ready before sitting down for a quick breakfast together.

"So the volleyball team has a game today, right?" you asked Keishin as you poured milk into your bowl of cereal. Keishin nodded. "What time do you think you will be home?"

Keishin thought for a moment before answering. "Probably around six or seven tonight. The game is right after school so it shouldn't run too late."

"Okay." You sat down across from him at the table. "Should we get dinner after I close up the shop?"

Keishin nodded again. "Sounds like a plan."

With a few more bites of his breakfast, Keishin was setting his dishes in the sink, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head, and rushing down the stairs and out of the building to start his day.

As you listened to his footsteps stomp down the stairs, followed by the sound of the back door opening and closing to indicate that he had left, you sighed to yourself and sat back in your chair. It was then that you took a minute to think about everything; your job, your boyfriend, your living arrangements, your tattered relationship with your parents. In the span of a few months, your life had completely turned upside down, but that wasn't the part that freaked you out the most.

What really got you thinking was the fact that, even though your life had done a complete 180, you had never been happier; which led to the constant internal questioning about if you had ever really been happy before you had met Keishin at all, or if this was just a different kind of happy—a happy that only a stable, supportive significant other could provide.

Before you had the chance to get lost in your thoughts, you snapped out of it, finished your breakfast, and headed downstairs to open the shop and begin your day.

As usual, you dealt with the typical morning rush of people stopping in to grab a coffee or other various food items on their way to work or school. Once the mid-morning slump hit and the customer traffic went way down, you took the time to do some routine cleaning and inventory. By now, you were like a well-oiled machine when it came to the daily task of running the store.

Around noon, as you were finishing up stocking some shelves, the front door opened and a very well-dressed man strolled into the store. "Hello," you greeted him, standing from where you were kneeling in front of the shelves and dusting off your pants.

The man gave you a once over, eyeing you from head to toe. Without so much as an acknowledging nod, he brushed past you and toward the full-length fridges at the back.

Assuming the man just wasn't in a chatty mood, you took the empty boxes to the storage room. When you exited, the man was already standing at the front counter, impatiently tapping his foot while he held two bottles of water in his hands.

"Sorry for the wait," you apologized. "Just the waters today?"

The man just nodded and let out a grunt.

Trying not to take his dismissive attitude too seriously, you rang up his purchases and gave him the total. Instead of pulling out his wallet, however, he just gave you a dirty look.

"That's a little expensive for two bottles of water, don't you think?" he retorted.

You didn't know what to say to that, so you shrugged. "I'm sorry, I don't make the prices, sir," you told him. "I just work here."

Huffing loudly, the man fished his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out some bills before tossing them haphazardly onto the counter. "Fine. Don't forget my change."

Before you could open the cash register, the front doors opened again and a woman dressed in a beautiful dress with her hair done up elegantly walked in and stopped beside the man before you. "Have you paid yet?" she asked the man, who was either her boyfriend or husband based on the way she was hanging off of his arm. "I just realized I'm out of cigarettes."

"I'm just paying now," he told her, his face softer than you had seen it yet before he turned back to you and asked for the brand of cigarettes that his partner smoked.

Spinning around, you felt your stomach twist at the sight of the empty dispenser of cigarettes, meaning that you were out of the brand he had requested. Of course, the delivery for that day hadn't come in yet, making your job even harder right now.

Plastering the warmest smile on your face that you could muster, you turned back to the couple. "I apologize, but we are all out of that brand. Can I get you something else?"

The woman rolled her eyes. "No, everything else tastes like garbage."

"I see." You stepped back up to the cash register. "So just the waters then?"

The man nodded. "I guess so if your shitty little store doesn't even stock up on popular brands of cigarettes." He watched you intently as you opened the register and counted his change. "I knew we should have stopped somewhere other than this hole in the wall."

As much as you so desperately wanted to rip this man and his spoiled girlfriend a new one, you bit your tongue instead and grinned as you handed him back his change. "Here you are." You dropped the coins into his outstretched hand. "Have a wonderful day."

Neither one of them said anything in response as they turned on their heels and marched out of the store, noses turned up at everything around them. As you watched them get into their fancy car and speed away, you wondered if they treated everyone like that or just lowly corner store workers like yourself.

Trying to let the incident slide off of you like water off of a duck's back, you returned to the remaining tasks on your to-do list and tried to forget all about being treated like a second-class citizen.

As the day turned to late afternoon and the after-school and after-work rush hit, you had found your way back into your groove again.

An hour or so before closing time, and roughly around the time Keishin would be returning, you heard a pair of heels clacking against the tile floor and stood up front behind the counter only to come face-to-face with your mother. Dressed in a pencil skirt and blouse, it was obvious she had just come from work, but your attention was more focused on the envelope she was holding out to you.

"This came for you the other day." She didn't even bother with a simple greeting even though it had been weeks since you had seen or spoken to her or your father.

"Oh, okay." You reached out and took the envelope from her. Turning it over, you felt your heart jump into your throat when you read that it was from the University of Tokyo.

You looked up at your mother expectantly but she waved you off. "Don't ask me what it says, I didn't open it," she said, folding her arms across her chest. "Why didn't you tell your father and me that you applied to the University of Tokyo? It's a very good school."

"Because I didn't do it for you," you said as you tucked the envelope into your back pocket. "And I certainly didn't do it to go to law school or anything you guys would approve of."

Your mother narrowed her eyes at you. "Then why did you do it?"

"To play soccer," you answered, your mind immediately going to the conversation you had had with Keishin while taking inventory together. "And because I told someone I would."

Your mother eyed you for a minute more, waiting to see if you would reach for the envelope again to open it. When you made no indication of sharing your application results with her, she hummed softly. "Well, whatever that letter says, you should take some time to seriously consider what your next step is going to be." She turned to leave but stopped halfway to the door and looked at you over her shoulder. "It's not too late to make the right choice. Think carefully before you throw your life away."

With that, your mother exited the store, leaving you with a mixed slurry of emotions and no clue how to deal with any of them.

Pulling the envelope out of your back pocket, you set it down on the counter in front of you and stared at it. Whatever was printed on the single piece of paper inside would set a course for your future . . . although you were unsure if you even still wanted the future that this piece of paper could give you.

All you wanted was to be happy, and all you knew was that Keishin gave you that.

Anything more felt like asking for too much.

Anything more felt like a gamble that wasn't worth the risk.

[lepusrufus]

To bargain for immortality pt.6 END

There were little things, really, that ended up putting her doubts and theories to rest. Nicole hadn't been an active person since she was five, so the occasional mild fatigue didn't stand out from her normal routine. The headaches that came and went or the tiredness that accompanied nights when she didn't get enough sleep were simply chucked to her body adjusting to its newfound immortality. Sometimes it takes longer for the Cadou to fully settle in, Esteria had reassured her, talking from personal experience as her own mutation took close to two years to be done changing her body.

All the doubt was wiped from her mind when she woke up one evening, the day after another particularly unpleasant experiment run with Miranda, with a splitting headache. It soon turned downright nauseating and hasty steps took her to the bathroom connected to Cassandra's bedchambers, where she all but doubled over, as much as her position leaning on the sink allowed.

Her initial plan was to simply splash some cold water on her face, but that soon went out the window when her throat and mouth were invaded by the familiar sensation of thick blood coming and pouring out. The white porcelain got stained in dark crimson as her heart seemed to beat painfully against her ribcage, making a small whimper escape blood stained lips. This experience in and of itself was not unfamiliar by now, but her own body apparently taking offence to simply existing was a new and unwelcomed development. An attempt to take a deep breath was made, but that only seemed counterproductive as it sent a stinging ache through her chest, so she settled for holding her breath until the pain subsided. A few shuddering intakes of the oxygen her body seemed to scream for later, the room and her reflection finally seemed to stop spinning.

Her eyes landed on the crimson mess in the sink and she let out an exhausted sigh, but before it could be cleaned, the bathroom door that she had left ajar creaked open.

"Heyy- ooo that looks bad," Daniela's voice came from her side, tone as over the top as always with the grimace that pulled at her features.

"Oh this? What do you mean, just a normal Thursday evening," Nicole replied, voice dripping with sarcasm and hands still shaking on the faucet when she turned on the water.

The other redhead didn't seem phased, presumably being Bela and Cassandra's sister does render one immune to sarcasm. Instead she shrugged and occupied herself with her sister's collection of perfumes that were placed on an adjacent counter.

Nicole gave her a look through the mirror while trying to splash some water on the remaining blood stains. "Did you… need something?"

"Dumbass number one and two are practicing some sword fighting in the garden. Thought you'd like to see," came the reply complete with an eyebrow wiggle that gained her a playful shove.

"Give me a minute to change," Nicole said, finally pushing herself off the sink when the nausea subsided back to a mild headache and her face was free of crimson trails.

As promised, when they entered the back garden that stood between the castle and its extensive vineyard, the faint clinking of metal against metal could be heard. It raised in volume as they made their way to an area where a few logs had been set on the grass, that made perfect sitting spots around what the sisters reclaimed as their small personal arena dedicated to occasional training. The vine covered statues and bushes with colorful leaves made for a pleasant spot to simply spend time in too, her wife currently dressed in light training gear and sword fighting coming as a big bonus to the beautiful surroundings.

The moment Cassandra's eyes landed briefly on her, a characteristic smirk pulled at her lips, their ashy tone left visible from the choice to skip lipstick for the time being. Their sparring match got cut short by a sudden low swipe at Bela's feet, that knocked her off balance and sent her on the trampled grass underfoot.

"Show off," she grumbled at her younger sister when offered a hand to get up. She took it, but continued to glare daggers at Cassandra as she dusted off her pants.

Not that the middle sister noticed, having turned and came up to her wife for a tender good morning kiss. She let the hand not occupied by the sword's handle rest on Nicole's cheek, eyebrows pulling into a frown upon noticing the tired look in emerald eyes.

"Are you feeling well? You look pale."

"Yeah yeah-"

"Oh just some mild gut-puking in the form of blood all over your sink," Daniela interjected, giving a fake innocent shrug when Nicole turned to glare at her. "You might wanna get a maid to clean it up, she did a shit job of it."

"I did not!" Nicole protested.

"You forgot the underside," Daniela hummed. "That was some mad splatter there."

She was rendered mute as the youngest sister moved to the small fence portion that was turned into an impromptu weapon holder to choose something and take Cassandra's place in another sparring match. Her glare was interrupted when she noticed her wife's worried expression.

"It's fine, just a mild headache now," Nicole sighed as she brought a hand up to interlace their fingers and pull Cassandra with her so they could both sit where Laura and Anita were. "Any chance I'm getting another performance? Since I missed the last one," she then said, a sly smile making its way on her lips.

That got Cassandra to grin, fangs glimmering in the early evening's soft light in a way that anyone else would find downright menacing. "Of course," she answered, eyes momentarily moving to her sisters.

It looked like Bela was winning, despite Daniela choosing her preferred twin swords that she wielded with an odd mix of grace and chaos. A slip past her guard and a hit with the ornate hilt of Bela's sword was what it took to put an end to their match, the youngest sister stumbling forward and breaking into a swarm before she had the chance to fully lose balance and fall face first into the dirt. She reappeared in front of the blonde, tongue stuck out and nose scrunched in an annoyed grimace, complete with a middle finger. If the Dimitrescu sisters had one thing in common, it was that all three of them were the world’s biggest sore losers.

"My turn to kick her ass," Cassandra perked up, picking up her well polished gladius.

Daniela, still miffed about her previous loss, didn't offer her the grace of getting into a proper stance. A flash of flies later, the clanking of metal ringed around them as Cassandra pushed her back.

"We said no swarm!" Bela called out from where she had found a seat on the grass, right in front of Laura.

The youngest rolled her eyes but complied, the buzzing completely dying down in favor of quick swipes and blocks. What Cassandra might've lacked in speed, she more than made up for in an impeccable defense, being near impossible to get near her body even with the apparent advantage of having an extra sword. Their fighting came to a standstill soon enough, with Daniela unable to get near while also being too quick to let any major hit land.

"My ladies."

Alexandria's voice called out from the entrance of their little makeshift arena, distracting Daniela enough for her sister to quickly swipe at her feet not unlike she had previously done to Bela.

The Steward flinched for a second when a long frustrated growl was heard from the youngest, but cleared her throat and did her best to keep up her characteristic poker face as she addressed Nicole. "Mother Miranda's assistant is here for you."

Her face fell, annoyance and dread both bubbling in her chest at having her pleasant day cut short not even two hours after waking up. She got up and exchanged goodbyes with the rest of her family while grabbing Cassandra's free hand in a silent demand to see her to the door.

On their way out, she decided that old jeans and a slightly oversized shirt that had survived her high school days was an attire appropriate enough to being tortured. It should've been concerning how at peace she had become with that idea, at least to any person with a sound mind. She never declared her sanity intact though.

"I'll see you later," she told Cassandra once they were at the heavy doors of the castle's main entrance, a thumb slowly tracing her jaw.

Emma was impatiently waiting for her just outside and blame the slight inherent meanness she had learned to let free since becoming a Dimitrescu, but Nicole took immense pleasure from the woman's uncomfortable grimace when she pulled Cassandra down in a deep kiss that went on for ten seconds too long. Small victories in the face of doom.

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Nicole choked out a sob that walked the fine line between crying and screaming when the knife that looked way too big for the woman's hands came down at her elbow's joint with a gut wrenching crack.

It felt like Miranda had an unbeatable talent to never disappoint when someone thought she had reached the peak of inhumane with her experiments. The poisons were dreadful as was everything before that. The test on how well she can heal bullet wounds from the previous day had been downright cruel, only stopping after the results that showed how only a bullet through the head can incapacitate her for a while. Today's experiment on regenerating limbs was starting to eat away at Nicole's remaining sanity. It obviously started small, with fingers, but Miranda was always so keen on pushing limits.

She turned on her side with the remaining hand pressed to tear filled eyes and nails digging into skin as she desperately tried to find some sort of distraction from the pain and tingling that felt like static in her veins. Her temples were already throbbing with a headache and her vision was spinning due to the nausea. Miranda and Emma were having some sort of conversation to the side, but it felt distant through the deafening ringing in her ears as she put all her effort into not throwing up due to the sheer shock her body was going through.

The amount of time she laid there sobbing completely evaded her, not bothering to keep a mental track nor raising her head towards the clock mounted on the wall. She just wanted the healing to move and get it over with.

By the time she was mentally prepared to stomach the sight, her hand was already stitching together muscles covering the newly reformed bone, together with the beginnings of skin close to the incision. She tried moving her finger and flinched into a whole body cringe at how utterly wrong it felt.

The door creaking open took her attention away from the unsightly muscles twitching as they got placed together and into their places.

"Lord Heisenberg is here," announced a man, donning a white lab uniform not unlike Emma's.

"Just on time," Miranda perked up, a dangerously gleeful look in her eyes.

She got up, leaving the assistant with the job of timing Nicole's healing as she went to greet Karl. It went on for almost another torturous minute before the tell tale click of the timer and Emma noting it down marked that her arm was once again whole.

"How- how long was that?" Nicole asked, tentatively moving her hand. Good as new, with the exact same mobility function and sensitivity. The only thing missing was the beige nail polish applied just the night prior.

"Five minutes and twenty," the woman replied, not looking up from her paper.

Another few minutes of silence passed, that Nicole spent flexing her fingers. A bit of hot rage coursed through her veins when she noticed her ring finger, the matching band she and Cassandra had having been left on the desk upon entering the lab. At least Miranda had the decency of not slicing her hand off with the ring still on it, but she still wanted it back.

It wasn't long before Miranda came back, motioning for her to follow. "Come," she said, waiting for Nicole to push herself off the hospital bed and onto her feet.

A small burst of dizziness later, she was standing and shaky legs were taking her towards the woman. "Can I get my ring back now?" She did her best to keep the edge out of her tone, too tired to face her wrath.

Miranda simply thought for a moment before waving a dismissive hand at her. "Fine, it won't be in the way anymore."

Nicole wasn't sure if that was good or downright horrifying.

Most of the rooms in the underground maze of corridors were unknown to her. The structure twisting and turning in dizzying patterns that were enough to disorient anyone not familiar with the layout. Not to mention the occasional tunnel that stretched for entirely too long that led to one place or the other from the town above.

Nicole found herself following Miranda through one such unknown area, the corridors new to her but the look not dissimilar to every other part of the underground structure. If it weren't for the numbered plaques on the door, she wouldn't even be able to tell this was a different area than the ones she's seen before.

Miranda pushed open a door and led her inside. It was definitely more spacious than the labs and the space was mostly cleared out save from a few tables lining the walls and some cabinets. The only thing at the center was Lord Heisenberg and a long metal table, leather straps fastened to its sides and a circular saw blade attached to a machine above.

Nicole took a couple stumbling steps back, hips hitting the corner of a table and rattling the papers placed on it. It seemed to peeve Miranda, who grabbed her wrist impatiently.

"Come now, we don't have all day," she said while slowly dragging her towards the table.

With every shaky step, her knees felt like jello under her and her ears started to ring anew with the panic and dread settling like ice in her veins. Her legs finally gave way under her and she fell to her knees with a pathetic sob.

"No please. Please I can't," she said, one hand meekly grabbing at the goddess' lab coat.

Miranda bent down on one knee, brows furrowed in the feign concern that only she could have perfected to such an art. "We have to," she started, voice so soft one could easily believe it belonged to someone else. "We must know the limits of your regenerative abilities. You said it yourself that you want to know them."

She had but not like this. Not like this.

"Then use anesthesia. Please just don't-" she choked out a sob before the end of her phrase. Not that it was going anywhere, it was just a pathetic attempt at bargaining for less suffering.

Surprisingly enough, there were few instances since coming to the Village when she felt truly and utterly terrified. Anxious and afraid? Sure. But not even Lady Dimitrescu hiring her, or Cassandra taking an interest in freaking her out or even getting shot made her feel the dread she was feeling then. She would've rather spent eternity on the cold hard stone under her knees than budge an inch.

Miranda pursed her lips and lifted her chin with one hand, expression like a mother hearing her child make an outrageously unattainable request. "You know that will interfere with the results."

"Then local anesthesia," Nicole suggested, holding onto some kind of feeble hope by a thread.

The goddess seemed to actually consider it for a moment before shaking her head. A hundred meek protests and cries fell past Nicole's lips and on deaf ears as she was pulled up by the wrist and back on track towards the metal table. Miranda was incredibly strong despite her rather short stature, so any attempt at pulling back was completely useless.

Once at the room's center, she pushed Nicole against the table, frowning when she refused to get on. With a sigh, she grabbed her chin once again, putting slightly more force in the gesture. Both a warning and witness to her growing impatience.

"If you keep still it's going to be much less painful," she promised, though the validity behind her words were doubtful.

Though there was something in Miranda's tone that almost demanded to be believed without question. It may have been the inherent authority that came with being almost divine, a goddess in all ways that truly mattered. Or something else entirely, common to every piece of the Megamycete's web, down to the finest and farthest roots.

With a barely visible nod, Nicole pushed herself onto the cold surface of the table. It was far taller than she was so Karl had to spend a few good minutes readjusting the leather straps on the sides until they were in the right positions to wrap tightly around her limbs.

"Uh… sorry kiddo," he said in a barely audible whisper as he fastened a strap around her forehead. "Here," he pressed a folded cloth to her lips, that she bit down on to at least try to not crack any teeth.

He seemed almost as much of an unwilling participant as she was, lips pulled into a tight line under the scruffy mustache. The only one seeming rather gleeful there was Miranda.

The leather was digging painfully into her skin, the belts having been tightened slightly too much to prevent movement. Not to mention the uncomfortable position, with her hands tied above her head and starting to feel numb. Her head also seemed beyond foggy, the shallow breaths she was taking doing a poor job of providing her body with oxygen, to which it protested with a heart painfully beating against her ribcage, almost as if the small parasite that nestled around it was taking offence itself.

Another sob shook her body, deafened out by the metal sound of the circular blade when it was turned on. Thankfully it was clean. At least Nicole hoped as much. And sharp. If she was going through this she prayed that she would at least be granted the mercy of a clean cut as opposed to shredding of skin and muscle with everything underneath.

She shut her eyes when Miranda raised her shirt enough to expose her abdomen and, as the saw forcefully came down, screams were muffled both by the cloth in her mouth and the deafening roar of the saw.

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The feeble knock on heavy ornate doors was answered by the tall woman positioned on guard duty that night. Nicole did not remember her name and at the moment it was the least of her worries.

She took a handful of shaky steps inside before clearing her throat in an attempt to not let her voice waver. "Cassandra?"

"Out hunting with her sisters and the other ladies," the woman answered promptly.

Nicole simply nodded once and made her way into the castle as the heavy thud of the shutting doors echoed around her. Her movements seemed on autopilot, eyes only focused enough to watch her step as she made her way through the familiar path up to her wife's bedroom. She barely registered passing through the first set of corridors, the paintings and priceless decor she had grown accustomed to every day becoming a background blur.

She felt downright dreadful.

Her ears were still ringing slightly and exhaustion made her limbs feel heavy and aching with every step. The headache from earlier was also back in full swing and throbbing painfully at her temples.

A quick look at a golden clock mounted on the wall in the main hall reminded her that it was near dawn so the rest of her family must be on their way home.

She flinched, a small jump that threatened to throw her off balance, at the heavy footsteps that came behind her. Throwing a look over her shoulder she saw none other than Lady Dimitrescu, her mother in law, making her way under the low arch of one of the doors leading into the spacious room. Thin black eyebrows were pulled into a frown at the sight of the much smaller woman, hunched over and all but shivering, with dark circles under her eyes having taken an almost purplish hue and dried tear streaks on pallid cheeks.

"Oh hi," Nicole greeted with a wry smile. "I thought you were out hunting."

Alcina waved a hand dismissively, eyes still focused on every minuscule shake of her shoulders. "Paperwork had to be taken care of."

At the explanation, Nicole let out an oh and shuffled her weight from one foot to the other, unsure of how to politely book it up the stairs and under the mountain of blankets on Cassandra's bed. There was no escape, it seemed, as a large hand came to gingerly rest on her shoulder, leading her further in and towards one of the plush couches lined in front of the barely lit fireplace. "Come sit," she offered, face softening in a gentle motherly smile.

Nicole just nodded absent mindedly, sitting barely on the edge of the white cushions decorated with a beautiful intricate floral pattern. She passed clammy hands on her jeans, now covered in fine powdery ash from the crystallized remains of the discarded half of her body after she retrieved them following the night's experiments. A disgusted grimace pulled at her lips, deciding then and there that the pants had to be burned as soon as possible.

"How did the tests go?" Alcina asked, taking her attention away from the ruined piece of garment and being met with distant eyes.

"Good," Nicole whispered, but before the word could even be fully out of her mouth a sob shook her entire body, coming out accompanied by choked out gasps as she all but doubled over in an attempt to make herself smaller than she already was.

The Lady's eyes widened at the sudden outpouring of emotion, so uncharacteristic for the woman in the few years she had been part of her family. "Oh child," she whispered, hands resting protectively on small shaking shoulders.

"Did-" Nicole started but interrupted herself with another shuddering gasp. "Did she- do the same thing to-... to you?"

Alcina grimaced, expression unseen by the smaller woman currently curled in on herself in her arms. It had been so long since her infection, the pain caused by her body acclimating to the Cadou a distant memory. Something that would forever remain seared in her mind however was the cruel ice in their goddess' eyes as she ran test after dreadful test, pushing the limits of her body to see how much she can actually heal. It had taken months to finally be content with the results, after her body's defensive response had been mutating and turning into the giant hungry beast she kept carefully at bay from that moment on. Instead of answering, Alcina decided that the better option was to rub her back slowly, not unlike she had done to her own daughters countless times before, to bring some comfort.

"You will get through this," she promised, unwavering conviction in her tone.

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Date: 20th May 2012

Subject: Nicole [REDACTED] Dimitrescu

Mutation experiments - 5 (Regeneration- 4)

Testing the limits of regenerative abilities - regrowing body parts

Subject can regrow limbs (arm, served from elbow - 5'20'') and regenerate after being cut in half. If the body is cut with a 50/50 ratio, the upper half will regrow the lower half, prioritizing brain activity and the Cadou's placement. If the proportions are different in favour of the lower half, the upper one may still be the one taking priority; results vary. Up to 80% of body mass can be regenerated. If more than that is destroyed (eg. dissolved using acid) subject will presumably crystallize and enter a dormant state like others infected with a Cadou.

The discarded body parts crystallize and disintegrate into a stony/ashy mass.

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Miranda's enthusiasm seemed to slowly dwindle after a few more experiment runs, the same effects John Abbott's mutations that caused his untimely death coming to knock at Nicole's door every so often.

"You see," the goddess had said the last time she had called Nicole down in the underground labs. "John was missing the healing abilities, which led to his infection slowly corroding away at his body until his death. You can heal, so you won't die, but the negative effects are still present. So try not to get hurt too much too often," she finished, not even sparing her a glance.

And that was the last Nicole had seen of Miranda, at least as far as one on one experiments went. The woman would still pay the castle a visit every so often, sitting down with Alcina for a glass of wine and having the rest of the family joining in on occasion, when their discussions didn't stray too far into matters of their cult.

She was right too. There were days when a migraine would rudely wake her up in the morning, or when her chest seemed to ache to the point where she was sure the parasite that made its home around her beating heart was trying to escape. The Cadou truly was a wretched little thing, constantly at odds with her body's defenses and trying to slowly but surely cause damage to the point of death. But if there's one thing that very same parasite had bestowed upon her was just… being really good at not dying. The healing abilities were in a continuous cycle of repairing any and all internal damage the infection may have caused on a not so good day. Those times had her doubling over the nearest sink, or suitable container if unlucky, a waterfall of blood carrying all the damaged tissue that had been replaced flowing from her lips in crimson rivulets.

A cruel fate, one may think. Not her though, for the knowledge of how her family had helped her through the change was at the forefront of her mind each time she had to sit down due to a burst of dizziness. Cassandra rubbing gentle circles on her back while she was coughing up the clogged blood in her throat grounded her beyond belief. Then, when everything was said and done, there was always something to get back to. A short vacation originally meant for business but that Alcina would always prolong for just a couple days so they could all spend some quality time away from the Village and the cult and Miranda's scrutinizing ever watchful eyes. Or the season's first hunting trip, the genuine glee on her wife's face never growing old to her. Even life's more mundane events, like the weekly movie night that had half the family groaning at Esteria's choice of vampire media. Rinse and repeat, forever under the castle's imposing towers and inside ornate inviting rooms, always warm and welcoming, always feeling like home to her.

If that was the price she had to pay for eternity, then so be it.

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Subject Name: Nicole Dimitrescu

Cadou Affinity: Favorable

Brain Functions: Normal

Subject can regenerate at an incredibly fast rate, although healing slows down with loss of consciousness. Shows a similar mutation to John Abbott; able to detect illnesses by specific smells. The latter mutation causes the Cadou to have adverse reactions, causing internal damage that is however kept at bay with the regenerative abilities.

An unfit vessel for Eva.

[rudystopit]

7 Minutes in Heaven

[Mina Ashido x f!reader]

summary: mina has a party and she flirts with you. she notices you need a push to open up and suggests they play 7 mins in heaven.

*all characters are aged up*

warnings: NSFW, eating out, fingering, face fucking, overstimulation, squirting, praise, body worship, and riding.

wc: 3k

this morning you were walking into class when denki stopped you and asked if you wanted to come over for a party. he told you all the details like who’s dorms and time. you said you'd think about it and you walked into class. you hadn't really talked to anyone since moving here and everyone seems to be really close, since all of this shitty stuff as happened to them, that you really don't feel like you can get close with anyone.

but there was think one person you've had your eyes on. her smile always lit up a room and she seemed to be friends with everyone. you had talked to mina only a few times but each time was so memorable. you wanted to get to know her better.

it was friday which usually means aizawa's at his wits end with all of us and he just gonna sit there and sleep. so you stared out the window and thought about the party. sure you wanted to go but it felt awkward being the odd one out. you thought about who might go. you knew denki was going, so you figured sero, kiri and bakugou. then probably mina. deku and if he goes todoroki might go. you sat there a reasons out how may or may not go.

you thought about what they have planned. if mina was gonna be there, you figured, there was gonna be some games that no one wanted to play, but did anyways because it was getting boring. you zoned out thinking about the party.

you had fallen asleep and someone nudges you. you blink open you sleepy eyes. you turn your head to the person who nudged you. your meet with cheery smile and pink hair. you smile back.

"yeah?" you yawn, stretching. she watches how your uniform forms around your chest. she bites her lip and looks at you.

"oh, are you coming tonight?" she asks. you think about it, "i'm just getting a head count for drinks," she laughs.

"i don't know," you mumbled.

"well i put you down as coming and if you don't show up just means an extra drink," she reassured you. her hand moved to your arm. you snapped back at her, "i hope you come tho," she smiled and walked over to her friends.

you chewed up the inside of your mouth trying to figure out if you wanted to go or not. you thought about it the whole way back to your dorm. you flopped onto your bed and stared at the ceiling. you picked up your phone and played some music. you decided that your room was messed and that it's something you definitely need to do instead of going to the party.

an hour into cleaning, you hear the music starting down stairs. you sighed and put away some books and made your bed. you sat at your desk. maybe you should start school work. you stared at the paper, loosing all thoughts.

"fuck it," you yelled. you stood up and walked to your closet. "there's nothing better to do, i'll just go," you looked through your clothes. you found a black thin strap dress and a comfy tee over it. you styled it with a knot on the side and headed out your dorm.

you walked to the stairs as deku and todoroki were coming out of deku's room. "hey y/n, going to mina's party?" he yelled out. you waved and nodded yes. "great you can walk with us. deku wore sweats and a t shirt while todoroki wore jeans and t shirt. you felt a little over dressed. you walked with them to denki's dorm.

the music was loud but not enough for aizawa to complain. you walked over to the drinks and picked up three for you and the boys. you handed it to them and walked to the couch. you took a swig of the beer and flopped down. to skimmed the room.

people were dancing, some where talking and other sat around a table playing some cars game. you looked for mina. she was dancing and made eye contact with you. she smiled and held up a finger and called you over. you blushed and shook your head. she started walking over to you. she picked up your hand and pulled you off the couch. she grabs the beer out of your hand. she takes a sip and puts it on an end table.

"come on, follow my lead," mina whispers into your ear. you blush and look down at her hand in yours. she pulls you on to the "dance floor." she starts shuffling and moving her arms, still holding your hand. she closes her eyes and feels the music. you watch her and start coping watch she doing. she lets go of your hand while you to dance.

the song slows downs and a new one plays. she stops and looks at you. the beat start getting louder. mina smiles at you and she walks closer to you. she bops to the beat and moves her hands. you smile and do the same thing but with your shoulders. you two move past each other. mina turns and slides shading your back while you sway to the beat. you two met back in front of each other and she moves closer to you.

she sways one way while you sway the other. she keeps moving closer. you look down trying not to make eye contact. she dips her head lower to the music. her face getting closer. you panic and step back. she looks at you surprised.

"what's wrong?" she asked.

"o-oh. nothing just-" you were cut off by a hot headed idiot yelling.

"yo raccoon eyes! it's getting boring, got any dumb games?" he yells.

she looks at you ignoring him. she stares at you, lost in her thoughts. it looked like an actually lightbulb lit up in her yellow eyes.

"yeah i got one!" she says, turning away from you. you let go of the breath your were holding and turn back to the couch. you grab the beer and take a few huge gulps and sit down.

mina turns down the music and tells everyone to sit by the couch. everyone shuffles to the couch. there's about 12 of students. deku sat next you and was asking questions about how you feeling.

"you're face is all red," his hand goes to your face. "damn you're hot to the touch,"

"i'm fine," you answer as mina passes out a piece of paper to every other person.

"ok if i gave you a paper, write your name. if i didn't, go to the other side of the room," deku scribbles his name as you get up and walk away. you lean against the wall and wait.

"ok in the hat," everyone puts there name in a hat. "hear me out, once you put your name in the hat go back to your room, we're playing 7 mins in heaven!" she sneers. a few people groan and some were looking around to see who they could potentially get.

once everyone who wrote their names left. mina turns to the group that is left. six of us stood waiting for her. she passed around the hat. you were last to go.

you pulled out the only paper as everyone left to the rooms. you open up the paper and in quick hand writing, mina. you walk over to the couch and sit down. mina pointing people in the right direction and yelling at those who are complaining. you sipped on your beer when she walked in. she sighed and dramatically fell on the couch. you chuckled.

"hosting a party looks hard," you comment as she puts her feet on your lap.

"you know it," she laughed. you put your hand on her knee. she sat up and looked at you. you turn to look at her. "why did you pull away?" she bluntly asked.

"oh, um, i," you stumble out but before you could get your point out she kisses you. your eyes widen and her hand cups your cheek. you soften into the kiss when she moved to touch her legs under her.

she pulls away, "sorry, i've been wondering how soft they are," she laughed and sat back down with her knees tucked to her chest. you sat there stocked. she plays with her hand while you just sit there. you grab your beer and chug the rest. she looks at you with a curious look.

you slam the bottle down and you whip around to her. you place your hand on her cheek and slam your lips back onto hers. she held your hand while the other one as on your arm. she pulls away and slides out from underneath you. she goes over to her phone and changes the playlist. she looks back at you. she dances a little more. you smile and get up. you reach out your hand and she grabs it. you pull her closer. you place your hand on her hip while she puts her on your shoulder. her smile was so huge.

you kiss her forehead as you two dance to the music. she snuggled her head in the crook of your neck and you lean your head on hers. you pull away and spin her. she laughs and reaches up to wrap her arms around your neck. you lose your footing and two fall onto the floor.

"sorry," she laughs. she tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. she's straddling your lap, you sit up and kiss her. you wrap your arms around her waist. you pull her closer and she moans into the kiss. she pulls away, "come on," she whispers. she gets off your lap and hold your hand as you get up. she pulls you to her bed. she sits down.

you cup her cheek. she leans into your hand. "you're so beautiful" you say.

"i know," you giggles. you roll your eyes and climb onto the bed with her. you sit behind her and wrap your arms around her waist. you kiss her neck as your hands travel up her shirt. she pull it over her head. you hands play with her laced covered boobs. you unclip it and let her slide it off her shoulders. you massage her soft flesh and slightly teasing her nipples. her head leaned back onto your shoulder as you twist her nipples. one of your hands creases her stomach as your fingers travel underneath the fabric of her skirt.

your hand creases the lacy fabric and rubs a small circle into the damp fabric. mina's head fall back onto your shoulder as she lets out a high breathy moan. your other hand continues to massage her boobs. her hands grip onto your thighs. you quicken your pace on her clothed heat. she lets out a few more light moans before you remove your hand and back to massaging her boobs. she rolls her hips against the bed for some friction but you keep her closer to your chest.

your hand travels back down her skirt and under the lacy underwear. your fingers brush against her sensitive bud. she sighs in relief as you rub her clit back and forth. you quicken the speed and twist her abused nipples. you kiss her neck trying to find her sweet spot. you kissed the base of her neck, which caused her to arc her back and grip harder on your thighs. you smile against her skin. you sloppily kiss her neck while grazing your teeth over the sensitive skin. you sucked on the tender spot as she moans out your name. you made sure to leave a mark.

she rolls her hips onto your hand and her moans start picking up. you quicken your fingers pace on her sensitive clit. she leans back against you and lift one of her legs on the bed. "come for me princess," you whisper in her ear.

"god, y/n faster please," she yells out. you speed up. her legs close together as she lets out a scream in pleasure. you rub circles into her tired clit as she rides out her high.

once she calm down, you remove your hand from her skirt and crease her body. you lift her chin and twisted so she could look at you. "you did so good," you kiss her. she twists around and sits in between your legs.

"take off the dress," she smiles. you pull off your dress and toss it on the other side of the room. you were left in just your panties. she dipped her head and took your hardened nipple into her mouth. she would suck on it and the release, making sure each time made a noise. one of her hands wraps around to your lower back while the other drifts up your stomach and onto your other breast. you tangled your fingers into her hair as she flickers her tongue on your nipple.

"mina," you moaned out when her fingers pinches your sensitive nipple. she rolled the bud in between her fingers. your hand laces with hers as you make her massage the soft mound. "i need more," you whisper. you take her hand off of your chest and slide it down your underwear.

her fingers graze over the fabric. she pulls away from your abused nipple. "damn already wet for me," she chuckled. her hand slides up your stomach and in between you boobs as she pushes you to your back. you head hits her soft pillow. she pulls your legs up and slides off your panties.

the second they hit the floor so drove into you. she licked and sucked and bite every inch she could. she had you moaning in seconds. you hands fly to her hair as she sucks on your tender clit. you hear her lapping up every drop that comes out of you.

"fuck mina," you moan out.

she stops and looks up "what's wrong?" she asked.

"no don't stop! please!" you whine out. she smiles and goes back to abusing you aching pussy. mina crosses her ankles together to relieve the aching she has from your moaning and begging.

her skilled tongue dances across your pussy as she makes you come in minutes. you arc your back and grip onto the bed as she sucks on your aching hole. her tongue trusts a few times inside as you let out a small moan each time.

she kept trusting her tongue into you. you squeeze your eyes shut and try to protest but the euphoric feeling was too good to pass up. she slipped two fingers into your soaked pussy as she slowly trusts in and out. she leans back and watches her fingers get eating up. her eyes drift up to your face as she continues. your arm is covering your face as she overstimulates you.

"move your arm, i want to see that pretty little face come again," she coos and moves your arm.

"mina, too much, ah~" her fingers curl to hit the spot you never could reach and you arc your back into the pleasure. she rubs the spongy wall of your sweet spot. you felt pressure build up and the sensation to pee. you tired to hold it in but mina was persistent. the flood gates open and a wave of pure ecstasy washes over you. you were so caught up in the feeling you didn't realize mina licking up, your fluids, off her hand. she pulls her fingers out and rubs your stomach as you come down from that intense high.

"good girl, you squirted all over my fingers," she leans down a kisses you. you go to pull her closer but she stops you. "no baby girl, we've only just begun," she laughs. she moves to put one of her legs underneath yours and the other over yours. she hold one of your legs as she rocks herself back and forth.

you moan out as she rubs your stomach. she kept a slow pace knowing that your probably achy. she lets out small little mewls in pleasure. after the first few seconds of soreness turned you pleasure you move your hand you her hip to quicken her up. within seconds she was riding you and the bed was creaking. she moves you leg to on her shoulder and she goes faster. she looks down and watches your boobs jingle at the speed. you grip onto the sheets as she feels herself getting close. she moves your leg off her shoulder and you spread them further apart and mina comes. she moans out your name and rides you till she comes down from her high.

she moves her legs to straddles you. she leans down onto your chest and kisses you your hands creases her hips and waist. she sits up and grinds slightly on you. she hands crease her hips as she feels herself. her hands slide up to her breast and she massages her boobs. you look up and watch her through half lidded eyes. she leans back down and kisses you again. you wrap your arms around her shoulders as she bites your lip. she smile and she forces her tongue in. she explores every inch of your mouth. her hand rests at the slide of your neck as she pulls away just to come right back, make sure to make a sloppy noise.

she sits up and grinds against your stomach. your place your hands on her hips. one of her hand firmly planted on your chest. she grabs your hands and slowly brings them above your head as she shifts up on your body.

her knees are at your shoulders. she grabs her fingers into your hair as you wrap your arms around her legs. you kiss her wet folds. she held onto your hands as you lick her clit. she sank down onto your face when your tongue accidentally slipped into her. you continue to eat her out while her hand pulled on your hair and your fingertips leaving bruises on her thighs.

she fell on to her hand and started grinding on your face. she moaned out and said how good you make her feel. you sucked, licked, bit, trusted, lapped every inch of her pussy. your nose pressed into her clit which sent her over the edgy.

her thighs clamped around your head as her legs shook. she screams out in pleasure as you try to free your head. she loosens up and you continue to eat her out. you lap up every last drop from her. she falls on to her back and lays there trying to catch her breath.

you sit up and crawl to her. you lay on her chest as she plays with your hair. you kiss her chest. she leans down to kiss your head.

"damn, we definitely should have done this sooner," she sighs. she gets up to get her phone and a two beers. she walks back to bed but stops and laughs. "what time did we start the game?"

"hmm, idk?" she shrugged as she hands you a beer. you chugged it with a sigh. mina gets back in to bed as you snuggled up to her. you instantly closed your eyes and in a few minutes you were completely out.

you woke up to the bed vibrating. you opened your eyes to mina sleeping. you pick up her phone to see a ton of texts coming in.

you chuckle which wakes mina up. you looks at you and you turn the phone to her.

"ha, i guess people enjoyed themselves just as much as i did," you scrunch your face at the comment, "what did you not enjoy yourself, because we can try it again," she laughs.

[demonsocialworker]

Euphoria - Jules F! XReader

A/N: Haven't seen much Jules fanfics on here (which sucks bc I love her sm) so I decided to write one. Haven't wrote fanfic since middle school so if anybody has any tips on how to make my stories better plz let me know! Anyway, enjoy the story. <3

Word Count: I have no idea lol

Very light smut at the very end

It had been three months since you moved to town. You haven't made any friends so far, but your mom refuses to stop bugging you about it. "Honey I just think you could join a club after school, it hurts me seeing you so lonely since we moved." You knew she didn't really care about you making any friends, she just wanted to be able to tell your dad about how well you were doing and that moving was such a good idea. "I already have two overdue essays Mom I really don't have time to join a club." Which was true, since you had gotten here you didn't care about your schoolwork as much and you had started falling behind. "Well maybe if you have time you can try to find a club you're interested in." You could see the worry on your mom's face, she was trying so hard to prove to your dad that moving here while he finished out his huge project at work would be a good idea. Sure, you wanted to help her and make a friend or two so she could tell him it was going great, but it was just so hard. Your mom went into her room to put all her laundry away, you stayed in the living room to scroll through Instagram. Your friends from home looked so happy posting pictures from the latest pep rally, you thought about how much you missed wearing your cheerleading outfit with your best friend, Mandy. At first you and her had texted all day every day, soon it turned into a "goodnight" every day, and then it turned into checking in maybe once a week. Now it had been two weeks since you heard from her, she had finally forgotten you and now you really didn't have anybody left. You commented on Mandy's picture, "Looks so fun!!!!!! So upset I had to miss it tho, luv u <3." You knew she probably wouldn't comment back, so you locked your phone and made your way to your room. You hadn't cleaned your room since you unpacked, now it was really starting to turn into a mess. You couldn't bring yourself to care enough to clean it though, so you changed into your pj's, plugged your phone in, and climbed into bed. "Maybe tomorrow will finally be better..." you thought as you drifted off to sleep.

Your alarm had gone off five times already, you knew you couldn't hit the snooze button anymore. You finally turned it off and got out of bed, avoiding looking at yourself in the mirror as you walked past it. You hated seeing yourself in the mornings, you always looked like a mess. Since you slept in so late you didn't have time to put on a cute outfit like you usually did. You put on a hoodie and some jeans, threw your hair up, and went to go brush your teeth. "Sweetheart I'm making french toast this morning! Come grab a plate before you leave!" You looked at your phone, it was 7:15, you didn't have time for french toast today. "No thanks Mom I'll be late for the bus! I gotta go love you!" You rushed out the door before she could say anything else, she'd probably ask why you're not eating, and you didn't have the energy for that conversation. You would have to explain that yes you would eat if you had time and nothing's messing with your appetite, but if you engaged in that conversation, she'd take up more time than eating breakfast would and you'd be even later than if you did eat. You had to run to the bus stop before it drove away without you, luckily you made it just before the driver closed the doors. "Rough morning Candace?" the bus driver asked. "Honestly, it could be worse."

The bus ride felt like forever, and you dreaded stepping off onto school sidewalk. But you did anyway and walked into your first class, Government. You took your seat and got your notebook and pens out to take notes, there were always so many to take in this class. Then Mrs. Rose called everybody's attention, "Class, please look up here. Today we have a new student joining us, please welcome Jules." Everyone responded, "Hello Jules." Except you. You couldn't even speak. Once you laid your eyes on her you were stunned. She was the most beautiful person you had ever seen. Her hair was bubblegum pink, her eye makeup looked like hearts that were made out of pink glitter, and she wore a pastel blue baby doll dress. It made you think of your own outfit, how today was the one day you decided not to wear something cute. Now you had ruined your one and only first impression on her. Mrs. Rose interrupted your train of thought, "Jules how about you sit next to Candace." You watch her walk down the row of desks, "Oh no, I have no idea what to say." you think to yourself. As she walks closer you feel your breathing quicken, how could a girl you haven't even talked to yet make you feel this way? She sits down in the desk beside you and places her notebook on her desk. "Hi, I guess the teacher just said everything for me but I'm Jules." She says with a smile. "Hi, I'm Candace." You say back with a nervous smile. You try to focus during the rest of the class, but you constantly take glances at Jules while she looks at the board. You manage to make it through class and the rest of the day. You're not sure how though with how much you thought about Jules during the day. You go outside and wait for your bus to pull up, and then you hear the sweetest, "Hi!' from behind you. You turn around and see her again, "Oh um hi Jules!" you say back. "Hey, I was just wondering if maybe I could get your number? Not in a weird way I promise I um, I was just wondering if I could text you so you could catch me up what I missed in Government so far this year." You try to find words, but you catch yourself just standing there and staring back at her. "Oh uhm, yeah sure no problem!" You finally say. She smiles at you, "Thanks!" You gave her your number and stepped on the bus, you watched her walk to her bike then pedal away.

You spent the whole bus ride home thinking about Jules. You couldn't get her out of your head. Her smile, her makeup, her hair, her outfit, everything about her was perfect. You finally get home and walk through the front door. Your mom was sitting on the couch watching one of her shows, "Hey Catiebug how was school today?" "It was good mom I have homework to do." You say rushing towards your room. You didn't really care about your homework, you wanted to see if you could look up Jules on social media. Just when you opened your computer you realized you didn't even know her last name. "Well how many people named Jules could be living nearby?" you thought. It took you about thirty minutes, but you finally found her on Instagram. You looked through all of her pictures, with every picture you scrolled through she looked even more amazing than in the one before. You were close to the end of her feed when your phone buzzed, snapping you out of your dreamlike state of looking at Jules. And at the top of the screen there she was, "Hey!!!! It's Jules, so is there anything important I missed so far in class? <3" That heart at the end made you get butterflies in your stomach. "Hey Jules!!!! There's not too much that you missed, if you want you can look through my notes sometime tomorrow!" You anxiously waited for her to text back. You stared at your phone for what felt like forever, but it was really only about two minutes. "What is wrong with me?" you asked yourself. You were starting to wonder how some random girl had such a hold over you. You've only had two crushes back home before this, so why were you suddenly so head over heels for this one girl? Your phone buzzed again, interrupting your thoughts. "Sounds great tysm! Meet you during lunch for notes tmr?" Your heart started racing, you can't believe she wants to sit with you at lunch. You've been sitting alone during lunch since you got here and now you have the most beautiful girl asking can she join you tomorrow. You finally text back, "Sure sounds great! See you tmr." You try to work on your homework, even though all you can think about is getting to sit with Jules tomorrow. You can't wait to see what outfit she's going to wear tomorrow or what her makeup is going to look like. You get done with your homework, you definitely missed a lot of questions, but it didn't matter since it was at least done. Your mom called you, "Catie! Dinners ready!" But you didn't get up, you were too busy thinking about sitting with Jules tomorrow, "I'm not hungry right now Mom! I'll grab a snack before bed!" You thought that you probably should've just went to dinner, because now your mom was standing at your door, "Are you sure you're okay sweetie? Did I upset you last night talking about you joining a club?" You had to think for a minute to come up with something that she'd believe. "Mom I'm fine, I'm just worried about my grades this year, they assign so much more work here than they did back home." There, that was believable right? "Well.... okay baby. You know I just get worried sometimes. I'll put a plate in the fridge for you, so you don't have to only eat a snack later." She closed your door and walked away. Hopefully she's less worried about you now.

Today couldn't come quick enough. You tossed and turned all night thinking about Jules. You thought about what you would say to her, what she would say to you, and you thought about what you needed to say so you wouldn't sound awkward in front of her. When your first alarm when off this morning you were already awake. You had already showered, ate, and brushed your teeth. Now you were standing in front of the mirror deciding which outfit you were going to wear. You chose the dark blue crop top and some ripped black skinny jeans. You did some blue glittery eye shadow as a base, and around your eyes you draw some hearts in black eyeliner. You hoped Jules would be impressed, since her makeup always looks so good. You grabbed your backpack and got on your bike to go to school. Your mom hadn't even woken up and the bus wouldn't come for at least another thirty minutes. You wanted to get to school early, with the hopes of running into Jules while you both chained your bikes to the bike rack. But when you got there, you didn't see any sign of her. You sat in the parking lot on your bike for a few minutes, and finally you saw her pedaling into the parking lot. You pulled out your phone, thinking that scrolling through Instagram would make you look more casual. Then over your shoulder you hear the cheeriest, "Hiiiii!" You turned around to see her, she was wearing a purple top and a blue skirt. Instead of eye shadow today she was just wearing blue eyeliner and some pink lip gloss. She looked like the definition of perfect. "Hey Jules!" you said back to her. She pulled up right beside you, "What made you come in so early?" she asked. You put your phone in your back pocket and tried to think of some kind of excuse. "I uhm- I just wanted to get here early and turn in some overdue essays before classes started. What about you?" She hopped off her bike and pulled her bike lock out of her backpack, "I like getting here early, it's so quiet before everyone gets here. It's kind of peaceful." You got off of your bike and locked it around the bike rack. You couldn't think of anything else to say to her, and luckily, she broke the silence, "So are you sure I didn't miss too much in first few months of school?" Of course, she missed a lot, but with how stressed this school makes you, you didn't want her to worry too much. "Well, we just started a new unit this week, so you won't have to worry about missing too much before a test. And they won't make you retake anything that was assigned before you got here." You started walking towards school, even though you weren't sure the doors were unlocked this early in the morning. "That's good, this is the first time I've moved schools, so I wasn't really sure what to expect." Coming here was the first time you had to move schools too, so you knew exactly how she felt. "I know what you mean, I just moved here about three months ago." She turned her head to look at you as she opened the door, "Wow I didn't know that. I guess they stuck us next to each other since we're new huh?" You had to stop for a second just to look at her, you didn't get to see her this close when she was coming into the parking lot. She looked amazing. You had never seen somebody as pretty as her. You wondered if she would even be interested in you like you were with her. "Probably, heh." You spent all that time this morning thinking of what to say to not sound awkward, and then that comes out. "Jesus, I don't even know what to say how could I be born this awkward ugh." You think to yourself. You walk through the hallways together; Jules goes into the Government classroom and sees you walking past, "Hey are you coming in?" she asks. "Yeah, in a minute, I have to walk these to my English teacher." You say, flashing a folder with your essays inside. "Oh yeahhh, I forgot about those. See you in a minute." She said, with the brightest smile you've ever seen. You smile back and keep walking down to the English classroom. You start to think as you walk, if all those smiles and sweet tones meant she might have a crush on you, or if she

was just being nice. She just moved here so you don't know what her personality is like. You dropped your essays off to Mr. Jackson and made your way back to the Government classroom. Jules was right, the school was way more peaceful when nobody else was here. You walked through the door to Mrs. Rose's class and saw Jules sitting at her desk on her phone, she was typing something, and smiling at her phone. Your heart dropped a bit. What if she has a boyfriend or a girlfriend from her hometown? Maybe it was just her personality, she's just that sweet and kind to everyone and you aren't special. You hung your head and just walked to your desk, but as soon as she heard your footsteps she looked up, smiled, and put her phone down on her desk. "Hey, you're finally back!" she said and smiled even wider. Suddenly instead of feeling like you had a rock in the pit of your stomach you had butterflies again. "Yeah, it only took a second." You said as you sat down at your desk. She turned to you, and it looked like she was hesitating to do something. Then she asked, "Do you want to come over to my house after school, my dad's probably going to ask you a million questions when we walk through the door, but we can hang out in my room." You smiled, but inside you were freaking out. Maybe she does feel the same way about you that you feel about her. Maybe this is how she's showing it. Maybe hanging out today would lead to something bigger later. "Sooooo?" she said suddenly. You realized you had been thinking for too long. "Um yeah sure! I just need to text my mom and tell her where I'm going." She smiled at you, and for a second it felt like you and her were the only ones in the room. But other students had already started filing in and Mrs. Rose clapped her hands together saying, "Good morning, everyone!"

You thought about Jules all day during school again. You're not even sure how you got through the day without being sent to the office, at least two teachers called you out for not paying attention. When the bell rang you felt like you had hit the lottery. You packed all your stuff into your backpack and rushed to the parking lot. Jules was waiting there, smiling at her phone again. Now you didn't know how to feel about it, since she invited you over. When she saw you, she put her phone away again. "Ready to go?" she asked. "Of course!" you said, smiling at her. She smiled back and you both unlocked you bikes and climbed on. It took 30 minutes to get to her house, she zig zagged through the streets on the way there, she had so much fun. You couldn't understand how, you were out of breath after 10 minutes. But you had to keep going, you wanted to spend time with Jules, and she looked so happy. It was so cute to see her happy. You both laid your bikes on her front lawn and walked through the door. Her dad was sitting on the couch and reading when you walked in. He looked up from his book, "Well hello, Jules who's this?" he said as he put his book on the coffee table. "Dad, this is Candace. She's the friend I made that I told you about." She looked kind of shy as she said it, you wondered if she told her dad that you were more than a friend. Or you were just overthinking because you liked her. "Ohhh right Candace, how could I forget about her after you talked my ear off about her-" Jules cut him off, "DAD." she semi yelled as her face turned a light shade of red. "Alright alright, you two girls have fun. Wait, but not too much fun." He said and winked. She grabbed your hand and led you upstairs. "He's so embarrassing." she said as you both walked upstairs. You just laughed in response, "Well at least your dad is interested in your life." She turned to you as she opened her door, "Yeah a little too interested if you ask me." You closed the door behind you, and she sat on her bed. "So, you talked his ear off about me huh?" you asked laughing. Her face turned that light shade of red again, "Well he was really excited that I made a friend already, okay?" she said smiling at you. You sat down on the bed next to her. "But we can't have "too much fun"?" You said smiling back at her. "Okay well, maybe I might've mentioned that you're really pretty and I kind of thought I liked you." Her face turned a dark shade of red this time and you couldn't help but smile at her. She smiled back and grabbed your hand. You both laid back on the bed still holding hands, she turned her head and asked, "Well, are we going to have too much fun?"

[vacant--body]

MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of unaliving self, PTSD, Bucky have flash backs, vomiting, loss of pregnancy, ED if you squint, lots and lots and lots of angst. sad, saaaad, Bucky :(

female!reader x steve and bucky love triangle (not as much here)

Side note: HI! I'M SO SORRY! I LOVE YOU ALL:) *also if the text is in italics it means there's a flashback*

part 1

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It had been almost a month since Bucky had last seen Y/N. Tony and Steve thought it was best for Y/N to be admitted to the psychiatric ward at the near by hospital. But you have been gone a month. And you didn't put Bucky down on the approved list of people that could come visit you. The only thing he had left of you was the last conversation you guys had, and it was slowly driving him insane.

"Bucky? Where are they taking me? I don't wanna go." You were still loopy from the anesthesia Banner had used during your surgery. The way you were talking to him made it seem like you had just forgotten everything that had happened over the last 3 months.

"Shh, it's okay." Bucky said softly. Talking still hurt his throat. "But you gotta. You gotta get better, okay?" You nodded and sniffled. "Don't cry doll. It's all gonna be okay." He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, like he always did when you were upset.

"What happened to your face?" You muttered, your fingers grazing across the cut on his cheek bone. Bucky flinched at your touch, not wanting to remember how it felt.

"Don't worry, doll. Just get some rest. I'll see you soon." Bucky stood up from beside the cot and nodded at the paramedics who were standing close by to take you to the hospital.

"Bucky?" You asked quietly.

"Yeah, doll?" He could feel the hot tears in his eyes getting ready to spill over.

"I love you."

"Bucky," Sam tapped his shoulder. "Are you listening?"

"Sorry." He mumbled. "Just thinking." He rested his elbows on his knees and leaned forward, wringing his hands together.

"I asked how you were doing?" Sam repeated.

"I'm fine."

"Don't do that Buck." He scoffed, slumping into his chair. "You gotta talk about this shit, man. And I know you normally talk to Steve but-"

"Sam, don't."

"Bucky-"

"I don't need your fucking pity.” Bucky growled, getting to his feet. Sam stared into his eyes with exactly what Bucky was upset about; pity.

"I am trying, damnit." Sam seethed through his teeth. "I am trying to hold you together and I am trying to hold Steve together. I hate being the middle man but if you two want to act like you're in high school and give each other the silent treatment, then I'll do it. I don't like seeing my friends hurting." He sighed and rubbed his temples. "You are very clearing showing signs of PTSD, and if you just let me help you, I can try to make it better."

"Everyone hates me, Sam." Bucky changed the subject.

"No, they don't. They're worried about you." Sam tossed his arms up in the air, exasperated. "You and Steve lost so much in one night, they're scared for you. They are mourning with you, Bucky. Please understand that."

Bucky scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I gotta go, this was pointless."

"Bucky-" He didn't hear what else Sam had to say before he shut the door to his office behind him and stormed down the hallway. He scoffed and shook his head. Fucking therapy. Tony had forced him to go or else he was sending him some place like Y/N was. He didn't need it anybody’s help, he was fine.

Bucky had wondered around the compound for hours after been you’d taken away, unsure of where he was going. This place felt so empty without Y/N here. He felt so empty. He found himself standing outside Steve's room after walking for hours. The sun was starting to rise now. His arm jerked as if he wanted to knock on the door, but he couldn't do it.

Then why did he knock?

Steve opened the door and was standing in front of him, eyes red from crying. His hair a mess. He definitely didn't look like the calm and collected Captain America.

"What the fuck do you want?" He spat, glaring down at his best friend.

"I-" Bucky was at a loss for words. "I don't know."

Steve laughed bitterly. "Get the fuck out of my face before I knock your teeth out."

"Steve, please-" Bucky's voice broke. "I need-I need you. Please."

"You need me?" Steve hissed. "What about what I need, huh? Does how I feel just not matter to you?”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, staring down at his feet. He couldn’t look Steve in the eyes any longer.

“You were fucking her.” Steve laughed, almost as it was a joke. “You were fucking my girl. You got my girl pregnant, and she tried to kill herself. Because of you, Bucky. So get out of my face. I don’t care what you have to say.”

"You're the only one-" Bucky tried desperately. He needed to talk. And Steve was the only one who understood.

"Save it, I don't wanna hear it. You ever show up at my door again," He took a deep breath, his eyes falling on the bruising cut that was on his cheek. "I won't stop this time." Steve slammed the door in Bucky's face.

Bucky was standing in front of Y/N's room. The door had long opened and an empty room was staring back. After you had left, Pepper and Nat had cleaned your room up the best that they could. While cleaning they had found an ultrasound picture hidden away in your nightstand. Nat said she wanted to throw it out but Pepper stole it from her and brought it to Bucky one evening. Bucky didn't know what to do with it so he brought it back to your room, stashing it away where you had kept it. He didn't want to take anything out of your room for when you came back. He wanted it to look like how you had left it. Well- before you destroyed it anyway.

Bucky slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, the springs groaning at the sudden weight on it. No one had sat here in a long time. Bucky heaved a sigh and hung his head, his long hair made a curtain around his face. You were always telling him to cut it.

A frown crept onto his lips, silently cursing himself. You teasing him about his hair is was started this whole thing. It was 4 months ago, you guys had most of the compound to yourself and were passing the time playing a drinking game.

He still remembers the smile on your face when you had brought up his hair, thinking it was hilarious how it was so long. Your laugh was more intoxicating than the alcohol the two of you were consuming. He just couldn't stop staring at you, your beautiful eyes, your hair that smelled like lavender, your gorgeous smile. And every time you leaned over it would expose your cleavage from the top of the thin tank top you had on. By the time you were done giggling Bucky had leaned in and grabbed your face, pressing his lips firmly against yours. You were stunned at first but quickly gave into his advances, as you had been waiting for this moment too.

A noise outside the room made Bucky snap back to reality.

"Thought I would find you here." A soft voice whispered. It was Nat. She gave him a soft smile before sitting down on the edge of the bed beside him. "It okay if I sit?" Bucky shrugged his shoulders and nodded. "Sam said you're having a bad day."

"Sam doesn't know shit."

"I know some days are tougher than others. You seemed to be doing okay last week. Actually saw you smile." She laughed quietly. Bucky didn't say anything. "She's not dead, Bucky."

"Why the fuck-"

"Shut up and listen." Any hint of kindness in her voice was gone. "I'm not like Sam, I'm not gonna coddle you. She is alive and is doing better, I just came from the hospital."

"We'll I'm glad you got to see her." He scoffed.

"I know you're not gonna hear what I have to say, but just listen to this- you are not alone, Bucky. Okay? I know none of that matters because you don't have the people you love most around you. But the rest of us are you for you, and Steve. Okay?" Bucky opened his mouth to snap something back but Nat held up her hand. "Just tell me you understand, okay? Because if I have to clean up one more persons blood off the floor I am going to loose my mind."

Bucky sighed and nodded his head. "Okay. I understand." Nat patted him on the shoulder before standing up and left the room. A tear dribbled down his cheek and he quickly whipped it away. Why couldn’t everyone just leave him alone?

Absolutely exhausted, he kicked his shoes off and laid down, not wanting to pick himself up and walk back to his room. Everything just felt too heavy. His eyes slowly fluttered shut, no matter how hard Bucky fought against it. But it was just too heavy.

"Hey, I need to talk to you." Banner said quietly, standing in Bucky's door way.

"What?" Bucky grumbled from his spot on the bed. "If it's about checking my head, I don't want to hear it. I'm fine, he didn’t hit me that hard.”

"No, it's not that. I need to know-"

"Then what?"

"I need to know what you want to do with the fetus...the baby." He shifted his weight back and forth.

A heavy silence surrounded the two of them. "Why me?" Bucky croaked out finally.

"Well, you're the father and-"

"Don't. Don't call me that." Bucky pointed a stern finger at him Bruce stood there awkwardly, waiting for Bucky to tell him what to do. He blinked back a few tears and cleared his throat. "What do you think I should do?"

"Well, everyone else thinks you should bury him."

Him. It was a boy. Bucky was going to have a son. His son. Y/N's son. Our son.

"Then bury him."

"I think you should go."

"I don't want to."

"Bucky, please. You need to cope."

"Oh yeah, and how should I do that, doctor?" Bucky snapped back. Bruce sighed, defeated. "Go fucking burry the thing and get over it. I don't want to be there, got it?" Why was he saying this? That's not what he wanted to say.

"Okay. Sorry for bothering you." Banner exited his room in a defeated sigh, his shoulder hunched over.

Some more time ticked by before there was another knock on the door. Bucky jumped slightly as he just starting to fall asleep. He hadn't slept in about two days and it was starting to take a toll on him. The evening sun cast shadows that danced around in his dark room.

"Bruce I swear-" He opened the door and stepped back, surprised. It was Pepper. She smiled shyly at him. Bucky thinks she hasn't said more than 10 words with him since he came to live at the compound a year ago. Mostly just awkward good mornings when they came into the kitchen at the same time to get coffee. Pepper always got up early but Bucky was fed up of trying to fall asleep.

"Oh. Did...did you need something?" He asked looking down at her. Pepper wasn't as hard as everyone else at the compound, she hasn’t seen the things everyone else had. He had barely spoken to her and there were already tears forming in her eyes.

"Nat-" She cleared her throat and attempted to wipe the tears away from her eyes. "Nat and I were cleaning up Y/N's room, so it won't be a mess when she comes back. And we'll we found this." She held out some grainy pictures. Bucky wasn't sure what he was looking at.

"What are these?" He muttered, taking them from her.

"They're ultrasound pictures. I guess she knew..." She cleared her throat again, fighting back the urge to cry. "Sorry. I guess she knew about the pregnancy. Nat wanted to throw them out but I thought you should have them."

Bucky didn't know what to say. He didn't want to open his mouth and rip Peppers head off, because he knew that she was just trying to be nice. Trying to make him feel better, but honestly it was just making him feel worse. If you knew you were pregnant why did you try to kill yourself? Or is that why you tried to kill yourself?

Before he could think of what to say, a sob ripped through his chest, his knees giving out under him. Pepper moved quickly to his side and threw her small body against Bucky's, wrapping him up in a hug. She tried to hold him up the best she could, but they crumpled to the ground together.

"I'm so sorry, Bucky." She cried. Her hands grabbed the back of his shirt, like she was trying to keep him from falling apart. It wasn’t working. It felt like someone was chiseling away at his heart. He clutched the ultrasound pictures to his chest, another sob wracking through his body. He wanted Y/N. He wanted you here with him, mourning the loss of your child together. "I'm so sorry." Pepper repeated. Bucky gently pushed her away and tried to calm himself down.

"Thank you for these, Pepper." He babbled. "But I need to be alone. Please leave me alone." She shook her head at what he was saying and tried to protest. He held up his hand to stop her. “Go. Just go.” He pleaded. Finally, she left him there, sitting in the door way, holding the only pictures of his son that he would ever get.

Bucky woke up with a gasp, his clothes were soaked and sticking to his skin from his sweat and it felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest, his stomach churning in knots. He scrambled out your bed and into the bathroom and vomited into the toilet. These fucking dreams would not leave him alone. Ever since you left that's all he was able to dream about.

He spilled his guts out a few more times before slumped down beside the toilet, he shoved his head in hands and took a few deep breathes, trying to ease his spinning head. He gagged at the taste of vomit in his mouth and spit into the toilet again. Standing up shakily, he looked at himself in the mirror that was above the sink. He hated the person looking back. He looked sick, disgusting.

Saying Bucky looked rough was an understatement. His eyes were sunken in, which were accompanied by dark bags. His hair was ratty and dull and he hadn't trimmed his beard in weeks. He had also lost weight and muscle mass from not being able to eat. He couldn't. The only thing he was able to keep down was chicken broth and he hardly even eat that. He had no desire to work out either. His metal arm, which he usually polished at least once a week was dull too. And covered in scratches from him clawing at it in the middle of the night.

Bucky sighed heavily and rinsed his mouth and face with water. Patting his face dry with a towel he realized for the first time, he was starving. He could smell someone cooking bacon down in the kitchen and it made his mouth water.

Maybe Sam was right, Bucky did need to talk about this. Or maybe Steve was the one who was right. This was all his fault. He made the first move on you. The baby was his. Everything was his fault. Maybe if he had just left you alone, none of this would have happened. He couldn’t think straight anymore, nothing made sense without you here.

He pushed his thoughts out of his head as he remade your bed. Picking up his boots from off the ground, he slowly made his way back to his room. It was a hot mess inside, more than normal. Bucky doesn't remember the last time he picked anything up. He discarded his sticky clothes and got into the shower, letting the hot water fall over his skin. He hummed contently as he washed his hair, yanking to get the knots out. While he was in there he trimmed his beard the best he could without looking in a mirror.

Getting out and rubbed the steam off the mirror and looked at himself again. His beard and his hair looked better, but his eyes still looked empty. He still felt empty. Bucky tossed on some clothes that smelled the cleanest, which happened just an old pair of sweats and a t-shirt.

Taking a deep breath he left his room, or his cave, as Sam called it, and went down to the kitchen. It seemed like everyone was there, talking and laughing together. Bucky felt an instant nauseous feeling build in his stomach as eyes fell on him. He felt like an outsider, no, he was an outsider. Always has been as always will be

"Hey, Buck." Sam greeted, pulling Bucky out of his thoughts. "There's coffee in the pot if you want some." Bucky gave him a small smile and poured himself a cup, and grabbed a few pieces of bacon and fruit that was cut up. He sat down beside Sam and cleared this throat. Sam looked down at the small amount of food that Bucky had gathered and frowned slightly, but refrained from saying anything. He should be glad he was eating at all.

"Where's Steve at this morning?" Bucky asked, taking a sip of coffee, which stung going down his throat.

"Oh, he went to visit Y/N." Sam replied nonchalantly.

"Hm." Bucky stared down at his food, which suddenly repulsed him. Maybe this was a mistake, he should have stay in his room. Sam silently cursed himself for bring you up and tried to change the conversation.

"Sleep any better last night?" Sam questioned.

"A little. Fell asleep about an hour after we got done talking." He shrugged. “Woke up a little bit ago.”

"So you slept for 14 hours?" Sam chuckled. "We got done talking at 5, so you were out for 14 hours. I'd call that pretty good sleep."

"Doesn't mean it was restful."

"It's still a good thing that you slept through the night." Sam took a bite out of his bacon. "Oh my god, I swear Vision makes the best food." He goaded. Sam was obviously trying to get Bucky to eat.

"I know." Bucky faked a smile as he couldn't shake the feeling that he was going to get sick again. The feeling suddenly got overwhelming and he suddenly stood to his feet, his chair scrapping loudly against the floor, which caused everyone to stop and look. They watched as Bucky disappeared down the hall to the bathroom.

There was nothing in Bucky's stomach for him to throw up, besides that little bit of coffee. He was now just dry heaving, spit trickling down his chin. He just wanted this to go away, why couldn't it go away? Bucky heaved into the toilet one last time before picking his head up, wiping away the spit that was now traveling down his neck. He noticed there was a slight red tinge to it.

He brought his knees up to his chest and his hands shook as he pushed his hair out of his eyes. The room was spinning, he was so dizzy. His mouth felt he had just chewed on chalk. He was a super solider, god damn it. He wasn't supposed to feel like this. Something wasn’t right.

He slowly got to his feet, hanging onto the sink for support. Slowly he made his way back to the kitchen, leaning against the wall so he wouldn’t fall over. He just needed to get to Banner. Banner would know what to do.

Back in the kitchen, Bucky could hardly see. His vision was darkening and his ears were ringing. He could feel eyes on him. Gripping the wall for support, he dry heaved again. “Bucky?” Someone asked, concern in their voice. That voice. He knew that voice.

“Y/N?” He panted, his head snapping up. The quick action made his head spin and his grip on the wall loosened. He caught a glimpse of you right before he fell on his face, vision going black, everything falling silent.

part 3

[liptonsbabe]

The light is coming [B.W]

Bill Weasley x Lexington! reader

Chapter 1

Summary: The power of the Dark Lord shakes the entire magical community to its foundations, no one is safe as Lord Voldemort  is so strong and the boy who lived becomes weaker; The magnanimous Order of the Phoenix is in dire need to gather all its members and even to recruit wizards beyond the borders of the community.

Albus Dumbledore knows that amidst the reign of darkness, the light will return to restore all that it took and bring with it extraordinary powers, even if it leaves an aftermath that cannot be erased. The Order of the Phoenix will need all the help it can get, including the help of the mythical (Y/N) Lexington.

Harry Potter's parents were not the only ones killed by the hands of Lord Voldemort.

Word count: 1.8K

Warnings: none

A/N:Hi! A new Bill’s fanfic for you all. This story is finished so if you like this part let me know so and i’ll update as soon as i can! Again, reader’s last name is Lexington but is just for the plot of this story 

English not my mother language so please don’t kill me. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Order Of The Phoenix

Charlie and Bill Weasley had returned from their jobs abroad with the only purpose of duly serving the Order of the Phoenix commanded by Albus Dumbledore. For Bill it hadn’t been a sacrifice to return home, things in Egypt were not going at all well and he only asked for his transfer to an English office to work and at the same time help the Order. It wasn’t the same for his brother Charlie, cause he had to leave all his errands in Romania along with all his beautiful dragons.The journey to Grimmauld Place had been complicated cause, despite not missing anything from the countries they were returning from (with the exception of Charlie's dragons) they could quickly get used to the quiet, anti-Voldemort pace of life that the English magical community was vitiated by.

Both brothers were welcomed by their mother Molly Weasley, with tears in her eyes she hugged them as tightly as she could inviting them into the farthest room possible. Bill remembered Grimmauld Place very vaguely, the only time he set a foot inside the house was when Dumbledore asked him to help him clear the rooms and turn them into curse free spaces where they could quietly discuss classified Order business.

No matter how many times they cleaned that place, the old house of Black would always remain with that grayish appearance and the musty smell of worn wood. Sirius didn't seem to have any intention of renovating its fallen parts - of which there were quite a few - but seemed to enjoy watching the house fall apart. Be that as it may, Bill thought that any place was a good place to plan the crazy moves Albus Dumbledore had in his head.

The room was filled with people Bill had met before through letters his mother sent him informing him of the Order's progress, Dumbledore thought the best way to gain the upper hand against Voldemort's dark army was to recruit wizards who were willing to give their lives to protect the magical community. Surprisingly more people arrived than Bill could have imagined in addition to all those wizards and witches who had already been part of the association for years.

Taking a seat by the door, Bill and Charlie recognized the silhouette of Nymphadora Tonks. Not that it was very difficult to recognize her as her short, straight, bubblegum pink hair stood out among all the others. The metamorphmagus managed to acknowledge the newcomers sending them a warm smile before gluing her gaze on the door.

Charlie elbowed his brother's shoulder

“Dumbledore and his crazy schemes making us come here just for the Order business....”

“It was necessary," Bill cut him off, looking at him out of the corner of his eye, "Do you even know what's going on with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, don't you?” Charlie shook his head “it’s a real mess and you'd know it if you didn't spend so much time with your dragons.

“Don't bring them into this”

“They're some of them now?”

“Yeah, we got a shipment of Peruvian Vipertooths in this month and oh, brother, they're beautiful!”

“Wait” Bill frowned ”Those things doesn’t eat people?

“well yes, but that's only part of their diet, they also feed on goats and cows. We keep them in a cage near the forest because that species was supposedly exterminated after being considered dangerous to wizards and muggles alike, but I think they're beautiful”

Charlie's eyes sparkled and Bill couldn't help thinking that he was the odd one among his siblings. His admiration for dragons frightened him even though he found it adorable at times.

“You know, I'm not surprised you're still single. Knowing you as i do, you'll end up marrying one of those dragons or in the worst case, eaten by one”

Charlie didn't like his older brother's comment.

“What about you? As far as I know, you're not dating someone either”

Charlie's sudden criticism made him clear his throat and settle better in his seat. When they looked over at Tonks, they noticed that she was still staring at the door. Charlie hurried him to answer his comment.

“I met someone” His brother's blue eyes widened, amazed “I mean, we met in Egypt, she was traveling and we only went out a couple of times, nothing important.

“That's what you always say, William” Charlie looked at him mischievously ”No one seems to be good enough for you, huh? Or are you still thinking about someone since our childhood?”

Bill knew what his brother was trying to do and immediately shook his head. He had had this adolescent love for a girl who had left to France without anyone knowing the reasons why. Bill was totally hooked on her, yet the disappointment of her being thousands of miles away from him had broken his heart in a way he couldn't explain. Charlie knew about it, because he was the only one of his siblings who was old enough to understand; still, that didn't take away from the fact that he made fun of her misfortune a couple of times.

“Shut it”

Albus Dumbledore brought an end to everyone's conversations after standing up and clapping his hands a couple of times to get their attention. With a sincere smile, Dumbledore dimmed the lights in the room to reveal dozens of candles levitating all over the place. Bill fell silent and looked at the man

“I know that most of you here had to pause your activities just to attend this extraordinary meeting of the Order of the Phoenix, and for that I want to thank you," Dumbledore smiled at them, "We are fully aware of what is happening in the magical community thanks to the terrible presence of Lord Voldemort," Dumbledore ignored the shrieks of amazement from the audience “That leaves me with the advantage of not having to explain what is obvious to you, so the important thing about this assembly is to make it clear that, despite the magnificent increase in our membership over the past few days, we are still in the minority against the Dark Lord's ranks”

The murmurs grew louder and louder, causing Dumbledore to ask for everyone's calm.

“This doesn’t mean that your help is in vain, what I am trying to say is that we need more wizards and witches to join the Order”

“Where will we get more people?”Asked a witch wearing a yellowish hood on her head, "People are afraid, they're not going to join the Order just like that”

“We'll try to convince them," Dumbledore said calmly. "Of course, all of those who want to join will have to undergo proper training.

“So you're asking for more Aurors?”Minerva McGonagall asked. Professor Dumbledore smiled broadly

“Indeed”

The hubbub in the room intensified for a couple of minutes before Albus Dumbledore called for silence. Bill agreed with everyone that this was sheer madness. It was practically impossible for aurors to enter something as sensitive as the Order of the Phoenix - with the exception of Tonks and Mad-Eye Moody, Bill thought those two were insane - without them reporting every movement of Order members to the Ministry. Yes, the aurors were the best trained people for this kind of work, however, they were the hardest to convince

“Why don't we just make Harry a part of the team?”Asked  Sirius from the middle of the room. Molly Weasley let out a shriek of indignation.

“What are you talking about? Harry's just a boy!”

“Molly, please, the boy knows more about this situation than any of us put together!”

“Even so, it's still dangerous for him”

“It is for everyone. I don't see what difference it makes if Harry is in on it, that way he'd have more support from the Order and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named would stay away from him”

-If it is true what Sirius says," Dumbledore interjected, "It's no less true that Harry can't be a member of the Order yet. Not until he fixes the problem he has with the ministry after he used magic in front of a Muggle trying to ward off the Dementors that are getting closer and closer to non-wizards. Right now Harry should be being moved to this place to stay at least until the new school year begins.

“And in the meantime what are we going to do?” Severus Snape asked. Bill raised his eyebrows, noticing how Nymphadora Tonks raised her hand to give her opinion.

“I hope this isn't too hasty, but I've been sending some letters to Beauxbatons College in France in search of a response from the Aurors. It is well known that none of them have been willing to give us their help, but this afternoon I received a letter from one person who is willing to help us in any way she can," Tonks looked at everyone before continuing, "I know that one person doessn’t represent a great addition to our ranks, but I am absolutely certain that she is our best option”

Bill's eyes flicked from Nymphadora to Dumbledore repeatedly. He had that strange feeling that Dumbledore knew who she was referring even though she hadn't said the name yet. Dumbledore nodded a couple of times asking Tonks to continue. She cleared her throat

“She should be here soon”

“We’ll wait patiently”

Dumbledore's nod wasn't necessary cause seconds later the door flung wide open letting in the light from the main corridor. Bill glanced at the newcomer noting your expensive French clothes and your perfectly coiffed hair in a ponytail. His breath quickened as he took a close look at your face and recognized those features he remembered from when he was a teenager. A quick glance at Charlie was enough to confirm that what he saw was not an illusion.

The whole room rose to their feet, and as you entered the room raising your hands to the sky, the room was filled with a bright light that caused everyone to take cover before it blinded them permanently. Bill caught a glimpse of Tonks' pleased giggle before you reached Dumbledore giving him a handshake as a greeting while keeping the light alive with your opposite hand.

Your wand was in your jacket pocket and from your hands an endless fountain of light gushed forth, bringing peace to the members of the order.

The mythical (Y/N) Lexington didn’t needed a wand to have magic.    

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Build Me Up, Buttercup

George Weasley x Reader

Song Inspired

Warnings: Zilch. Pure Fluff.

Life at the Burrow can get pretty hectic. With so many people running in and out all of the time things can quickly get out of hand. So, fortunately for Mrs Weasley she had so many ready and willing children to lend a hand when necessary.

Okay, maybe 'ready and willing' is a stretch. It's more of a 'whether you like it or not' arrangement if we're being honest. But regardless it gets the jobs done.

Today being no exception, so while Molly and Arthur left for town to run some errands preparing for the new school year, there were a list of chores for her 'happy' helpers; Fred, George, Y/n, Ron, Harry and Ginny, to get done.

Ron and Harry were set the challenge of De-Gnoming the garden, Ginny had a chicken coop to clean, Fred - to his great pleasure - were on laundry duty (though last George saw there weren't much folding going on. More his brother were sprawled out dramatically over a pile of towels groaning loudly), Y/n meanwhile was on kitchen duty and so that left George the very taxing chore of cleaning the attic. Molly were sure to give he and Fred separate jobs knowing full well, left to their own devices, no work would get done - if anything she'd come home to a bigger mess.

George hated the attic, it were so cluttered and stuffy. Not to mention the Ghoul were no help with all the racket he liked to make banging one piece of junk against the other. Thankfully, however, he were nearly finished.

Placing the final box atop the others he'd organised George dusted his hands before resting them on his hips with a tired sigh.

He let his eyes roam the space - damn they had some junk. Although there were a notable improvement thanks to his efforts. All that remained was to dust the, many, cobwebs and sweep the floors.

Looking around the room he noticed the broom and dustpan were nowhere in sight - that's when he remembered y/n had been using them to clean the living room earlier. As he was sure she'd be finished using them by now, he turned to descend the staircase, ducking briefly to avoid an old pan the Ghoul threw in protest of the houses usual quietness, George made his way towards the sitting room.

Passing Fred, whom were not much better off than when he'd started - still groaning, but now upright and reluctantly folding, this brought an amused smile to his twins face until something piqued his curiosity. There were Muggle music coming from the bottom floor.

Y/n, being a half-blood, had introduced the Weasleys to some records from her home on her previous visit and must have put one on to listen to whilst she cleaned.

As he drew nearer the music grew louder and more recognisable. Her record of The Foundations was playing - a favourite of hers George had learned.

As he reached the bottom flight of stairs his eyes scanned the room - y/n had done an excellent job - unfortunately though the object he required were nowhere to be found. Turning to step off the landing George reddied to ask y/n if she were done using it, assuming she'd carried on her good work to the dining room, but he found himself halted by the sight before him.

Y/n were by the sink scrubbing this mornings dishes. But that's not what stopped him in his tracks. She were dancing and singing along to the record as she did so - quite passionately.

George leant against the nearby cabinet as he admired her while she 'performed', so obliviously happy wrapped up in her own little world. He watched the way her hips swayed in time with the beat, the slight bounce in her step as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. How her hair was flowing wildly with each silly head-bang and nod along. He could see the way her face lit up in joy by the faint reflection in the window. His favourite thing by far though was the way she used the scrubbing brush as a microphone as she sang along.

His smile grew as the next song began to play, which he knew she were very fond of, and her enthusiasm seemed to increase ten fold.

Her arms flailed about of their own accord as she danced, singing excitedly, "Why do you build me up, Buttercup, baby, just to let me down?"

It were moments like these George found himself falling for her harder - everytime. When she finally let her walls down and would let herself be truly happy and unashamedly expressive of her real - crazy - self. A side he wished she'd show more.

His relationship with y/n were complicated in a way. They've known each other for years. Grown up in the same small town and had been sorted into the same house at Hogwarts; so naturally she'd always been close with the Weasleys, especially the Twins, and over the years it became blatantly obvious to everyone, even y/n and George, that they'd developed feelings for each other.

They'd just never managed to act on them.

There'd been plenty of moments. Nights spent up late talking by the fire of the common room. Plenty of long walks by the Black Lake. Plenty of midnight snack runs to the kitchens and Butterbeers drank in Hogsmead. Plenty of moments, just never the right one.

A slight chuckle rolled from the back of Georges throat as he watched on and y/ns movements became more energetic and her voice began to carry more over the music

"...worst of all, you never call, baby. When you say you will. But I still-" y/n had spun in place only to be met with the realisation she were no longer alone and that her little concert had an on-looker.

George stood smugly, with arms folded as his tongue slowly came to wet his lips and a wide toothy smile graced his features.

Y/n was frozen like a deer in headlights. Her make shift microphone still held high. Her eyes left his as she drew a heavy breath but simply shrugged and carried on with her karaoke, only now it weren't a show for the dishes - she instead began to serenade George.

She smoothly tossed the scourer from one hand into the other, her dominant one now pointed dramatically at George as she sung,

"I need you! More than anyone, Darling." George raised his eyebrows in mock surprise as if to say 'oh, really?'

"You know I have from the start" her arm that'd been pointing at the redhead was then swiftly cast high into the air, her head falling back with it singing loudly "so, build me up!" George couldn't help the laugh that erupt from his chest at her theatrics watching as she put her hand over her heart, looking back to him with doey-love eyes, a slight shake to her head finishing the chorus' "don't break my heart" in a loving tone.

As the song continued y/n kept on with her awkward dance moves, beckoning for him to join her. He'd genuinely tried to resist - but he could never say no to her.

His hands found hers twisting in time with the music and twirling her just to hear the laugh it brought from her.

Y/n hadn't expected him to join her much less start singing himself but he did and she couldn't be happier.

"Baby, baby, try to find a little time and I'll make you happy" both were laughing loudly as their moves slowly became more comical. George was swaying her about the room, pushing her away in a twirl before pulling her back into his chest (all those lessons for the Yule ball really paying off right now) as he continued to sing y/n jokingly raised the brush for him to sing into as she had, which he did with as much energy and flare as he does anything.

"But I could be the boy you adore, if you'd just let me know...BA-DAH-DAH!" he yelled the last part particularly loud which nearly had y/n falling to her knees in laughter, but George had caught her.

Y/n snatched the 'microphone' back from him as the chorus came back round and sang sweetly to him once again;

"But I love you still. I need you, more than anyone, Darling. You know that I have since the start. So build me up, Buttercup. Baby, don't break my heart."

George didn't know what came over him. Maybe it were because of how unbelievably adorable she looked in this moment. The way hearing her say 'I love you' got his heart racing, beating harder than a drum. Or simply the build up of years of pointless pining for one another, when they both clearly wanted this - all that wasted time in which they could have been together. Whatever the reason; he knew there'd never be a more right moment than this.

Suddenly his hand was finding her waist and pulling her body tight against his while the other came to her cheek. His thumb delicately traced her bottom lip as his fingers slowly moved to caress and rest lovingly by the nape of her neck.

"I'd never" he'd whispered the words so tenderly, with eyes which seemed to hold more love than could be considered possible. Her body all but melted under his touch, eyes dancing frantically back and forth between his trying to anticipate his next move. But it was her word he was waiting for, he wasn't taking this any further unless he was sure she wanted it, and she did. Her gaze flicked briefly to his lips encouragingly.

Georges hand slowly glided across her soft skin, tracing the line of her jaw till reaching her chin, tilting her head up ever-so-slightly as they leaned towards one another. Their eyes fluttered close, lips only just meeting in a feather-light touch that had y/n inhaling shakily at the tingles which had erupted through her spine. Their lips were just about to connect-

A flash of green and loud crash from the fireplace sent them jumping from their skins. Lungs coughing copious amounts of soot which indicated the return of Mr and Mrs Weasley.

"My, the place looks marvellous" Molly beamed, admiring the dining and living areas. "Afternoon, Kids! Keeping busy then I hope?" Arthur greeted smilingly. "Yeah" George answered, "we're just finishing up the dishes." He grinned down to y/n who was determinately focusing on the two adults in attempt to control her nervousness. "Excellent, well don't let us mind you - we'll be out of your hair in a tick" his father spoke as both parents ascended the staircase fussing over the school supplies they'd purchased.

The teens turned their attention to the long since forgotten dishes in the sink. They worked in comfortable silence, y/n scrubbing as George dried. His eye was constantly being pulled to the girl beside him as he noticed how she were trying - and failing - to hide a smile. Playfully he bumped her hip with his own, which finally turned her attention to him once again. She was waiting for him to speak but he never did. Merely smirking down at her with a glance to her lips, a look that completely broke the girls composed facade as she focused back to the task at hand, biting her lip to suppress a giddy smile.

George did the same, but there were no hiding his own wide smile, not even if he wanted to.