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Taking Flight - Chapter 17 - Arrival

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October 9

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Huang really didn’t expect his sister to summon him to Paris of all places. He expected it to be to trick him into coming to the city to visit Xia and her family, which if he was being honest all of them should have been doing more often. But out of all of them, Xia had chosen the most normal life she could despite everything.

He spent quite a bit of time trying to figure if should he book a flight or take a portal…

Yeah he wasn’t going to waste a few hundred dollars if he could just portal his way to the city. Besides with all the magic that should be circulating through the area the spell would be more than stable. Especially if it’s been harboring it consistently for over a year.

“Are you sure you don't want me to come? My family can watch the kids.”

“If she says not to bring you then I’m not bringing you,” Huang said before facing his wife. “Besides, it's better for the kids to have one of us if they can’t have both.”

Elvira sighed and took Huang’s hands, “I’d rather be there and not be needed than not go and be needed.”

Huang took a hand to smooth the worry lines on her forehead with a small smile, “You may know more, but I am just as capable as you.” Huang kissed her forehead when he was satisfied with the lack of worry lines.

“Now you know well tha-“

“Mom! Alan hit Mira!”

Both of them sighed, Elvira kissed Huang’s cheek, “Think before you jump.”

“I do,” Huang grumbled as Mira’s screams became louder. The couple and their eldest winced at the sound from the hallway. Their son pushed his hands on his ears, as if that would lessen the sound.

“Oh Mira sweetie, Mommy is right here,” Elvira said as she made her way to her crying daughter, leaving Huang and his son.

The boy looked at the portal, his little fists clenched and a pout formed on his round face. He never liked seeing them, it always meant no mom or dad.

“Do you have to go?” The boy asked as his father moved the suitcase next to the portal.

“Ren,” Huang kneeled down, “I understand what it’s like for someone to be coming and going a lot, but I need to go help Āyí Baihu in fixing Āyí Xia’s home. And it can’t be done without my expertises.”

“What’s wrong with Āyí’s home?” Ren looked his father up and down. His pout forever something Huang wanted to preserve to memory, but he knew his memory would loose it one day. And no photo could ever catch it right, no matter how many times Huang had tried.

“I don’t know everything, but there’s this bad guy abusing magic to hurt people,” Huang said carefully. He knew his son wasn’t stupid, but he couldn’t dump it on him.

“How come people use it wrong,” Ren’s pout deeped.

“People are selfish, bad, sometimes a person doesn’t know any better even.”

“Well they should,” Ren crossed his arms. If the situation was his son wanted another bowl of ice cream Huang would have just laughed at the stance. Ren though was upset over something more serious, and something that’s not quite so trivial.

“Some people are just like that, but that’s why Mom and I do what we do. Get rid of people who should know better,” Huang booped his son's nose. “So cool kids like you get to have fun and be safe.”

Ren’s nose had a short flare, the young boy looked down clearly frustrated, “Can’t someone else do it?”

That question was a shot through the heart. Huang asked himself that when Bǎo left, when their mother took him and Baihu to America, he’d had this question run through his mind so many times.

Huang looked back at the portal, he could only leave it open for so long. His lips pressed down in thought, if this was anyone else he would say find someone else. He would tell them he can’t leave his family again, but Baihu was family; Xia and Tom were too, and they had a daughter in a horrible environment seeping with misused magic. He couldn’t leave any of them to struggle like that, and he knows if any of them were in the same position they would choose to help. Even if all Xia wanted was a peaceful, normal life, she would still answer a call.

Huang looked at his son again, “You only trust mommy and I to pick the clothes you would like right?”

Ren looked up confused, he nodded in confirmation to the strange question. Huang smiled, “Well your Āyímen trust just me to help get this problem solved.” Huang fought the urge to bounce his leg as his son mulled over the explanation. Ren looked at his father while he looked like he understood he was convinced that his father shouldn’t go.

“Do you trust anyone to fix it for them?” Ren’s question was an easy one to answer for the man.

“Only your mother,” Huang said with a strained smile. Ren opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by his mother.

“Ren, come watch your sister while I put Alan away!”

Ren took a few steps to do as his mom asked but stopped. Huang had the wind knocked out of him as small arms did their best to wrap around him.

“Come back soon,” Ren spoke, his voice muffled from burying his face into his father’s shoulder.

Huang returned the hug tightly, “I will.” Huang gave a kiss on his son's head before Ren pulled away, the boy ran out of the room, “Bye Bàba!”

Huang sighed, finally lifting himself from the kneel position. He stretched his back with a groan, he wasn’t that old but he never really prioritized self preservation when he was younger.

Huang slid his backpack on and pulled the handle of the suitcase up. He faced the portal, he couldn’t help but take a deep breath before stepping through. He stepped out of the portal dizzy and nauseous, he stumbled out into the room. The portal closed with a prominent “zwimp.”

Huang flopped onto the couch in front of him, a groan came out of him after a moment of silence in the room. As much as portaling nausea was easier to deal with than jet lag it still took some time to let it make its course.

His sweet silence was broken by his phone ringing.

“Hi,” he answered the phone.

“Thank you for actually having a phone,” Bridget’s voice rang through.

“Of course I have a phone,” Huang sat up. “Did you think I got rid of it?”

“Well the last time I saw you, you just handed me a page and told me to contact you with the spell on it.”

Maybe he should have been more specific about the terms of the spell. Did he mention how long he would be without his phone? He might have forgotten.

“Anyway, your magic letter said you’d be in Paris about now sooo, are you here?”

“Yes I’m in Paris,” Huang ran his hand down his face.

“Well where are you?”

“I’ll be there when I get there.” Huang suppressed a groan, he just wanted a moment to himself. A very long moment at that. This city was practically infused with magic, the air around him left him tired. How the city was bustling outside with this weight was beyond him.

“Marinette’s coming home from school for the day in about thirty to forty minutes; if she doesn’t decide to eat out or go to a friend's place. And you can come surprise her,” Bridget let out huff before the sound of shuffling came through.

“She doesn’t know I’m coming?”

“I don’t know if Sabine told her, but if she did I don’t remember telling Xia when you’d be here just that you were coming. So if Marinette does know, she just doesn’t know when,” Bridget explained. Huang frowned, Marinette didn’t really like surprises, at least not very often. Well that’s the impression he got when she was younger, he didn’t really interact with her his last visit.

“Anyway, I think it would be good for you to just come on over. They can afford for Tom to handle the front alone before lunch rush,” Bridget’s voice started to sound a bit giddy.

Huang looked at his backpack and suitcase, it wasn’t a lot. Not really. He could take care of it later.

“Let me get over the portal neasoua and then I’ll be over.”

His sister’s voice could be heard as she made a chain of yeses. Huang smiled, she may be an adult but sometimes it felt like Bridget had never truly grown up. He couldn’t help but think of the time she did the same string of yeses, dancing in a circle, with a pile of dirt and earthworms in her hands.

“I’m gonna go tell Xia.”

It took a moment for Huang to realize that his sister had left her phone. Huang hung up, taking to tossing his phone on the coffee table before him. He leaned back on the sofa, just a few more minutes and he would be on his way

•

“So there was a meeting on Monday?” Marinette finally asked when they parted the school.

“Yes,” Alya stated, her voice saying the word like it was an absolute.

“And you left a note on my desk to go to it, because you couldn’t,” Marinette spoke each word almost as if each word were a different sentence. Her hands helping by moving them with each syllable.

“God, yes Marinette. You’ve asked me this three times already,” Alya’s frustration made itself more known despite her efforts to keep herself calm. She was used to Marinette’s need to ask for confirmation multiple times even if was a simple yes or no.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Marinette spoke as they made their way to the crosswalk. “The thing is there was never a note on my desk on Monday. No one even told me!”

“Did you check your email?” Alya asked. They made their way across the street, Alya raised her hand in thanks. The driver gave a wave back.

“I always check my email,” Marinette frowned at her. “You watched me check every other minute once.”

“And we didn’t get any of the homework done for at least an hour because of that,” Alya pointed out as they rounded the bakery. The lunch rush was starting, they didn’t want to distract Marinette’s parents.

“You get my point,” Marinette gave a huff as she opened the residents door. “I would have seen if there was anything. I have it set up so I will!”

Marinette moped a bit on the way up the stairs. It was all too frustrating. She should have seen it, she would have seen it! She wasn’t stretched out that much, she was balancing things sufficiently. She only had a few things left over from last week to finish, she get them done before patrol today and tomorrow.

It’s not like she wasn’t trying to keep up. She just had more now. Besides she-

Marinette’s chest blossomed in a sudden warmth that slowly spread, it was slowly followed by a slight chill as she felt a tug. As Alya and her came up the last steps to her family’s apartment a heavy ball formed from the tug. Marinette swollowed as they came to the door, it was just her anxiety. Everything would be fine, her parents were downstairs working, her aunt was probably in a meeting, and Makzenie was most likely beading.

They were fine.

Marinette tested the doorknob to find it already unlocked, Makzenie or Bridget must be up here the teen figured.

“Do you think someone mistook it for trash,” Alya asked as Marinette opened the door.

“Maybe,” Marinette shrugged but stopped at the doorway to see her mother sitting on the couch like she had with Bridget last month. Briget was lounging on the right side, and a man sat between them, his back to the door. The man seemed to tense before turning around to see the two girls, he relaxed and smiled.

“Marinette! I was wondering where you were,” the man got up to round the couch while Bridget sat up.

“Uncle?”

“Wow Marinette, how many family members are you hiding,” joked Alya, she gave a slight nudge to get Marinette going.

“We almost have everyone,” Bridget said as she sorted through some papers on the island. “We just need Bǎo to drop by.”

“Do you really think that would end well,” Huang joked as he opened his arms in an offer to Marinette.

“I’m good,” Marinette said, her voice feeling a bit tight. She had to be asleep, today was just unreal.

Huang nodded, he looked over Marinette. His eyebrows formed confused creases as he seemed to look not really at her. A look Marinette got from Master Fu or the Kwami.

Marinette gave an awkward smile. The heaviness in her chest seemed to fade as she stood in the room, she instead felt just a wave of anxiousness overcome her. Her stomach felt like a hearth aflame as she came to terms with another thing to worry about.

“I don’t remember you having a necklace last time,” Marinette spoke mainly to herself. A deep faded green adder stone wrapped by a leather strap around his neck.

“Oh this was an anniversary gift Elvira got for me, I love these things,” Huang smiled, lifting it closer to Marinette to see before letting it fall back down.

Her uncle turned to Alya and his eyebrows raised slightly, “You’re Alya right? Marinette’s best friend?” His eyes gave a slight squint as he spoke the last two words.

“Yes,” Alya nodded firmly. A serious action but she leaned on her left with a hand on her hip. “What about it?”

“Can you believe it?” Bridget dramatically cried, “She replaced Quel and I so easily, and after everything we did together!” Bridget dropped herself over the back of the couch. Marinette frowned at her aunt unamused as she pretended to cry her woes. Marinette’s rolled at the antics as the sound of papers was put in a bag.

“I hear you were one of the heroes, is that right?”

Marinette looked over at her friend, immediately catching her thin lips and the anxiousness in the shape of her eyes.

“Yeah, I was,” Alya confirmed a beat later than she would if it was about anything else.

“Aw that’s neat,” Huang’s smile looked more forced as he looked over the two girls, fiddling with his stone.

Marinette took Ayla’s hand in her, “Well we have a paper to write! Nice to see you uncle, and Adrien is coming over tomorrow!” Marinette shouted as she brought herself and Alya up the steps to her room.

“Your model boy?” Bridget called to the retreating girls.

“Who’s that?” Huang asked, not seeming to direct it to anyone in particular.

“Why is he coming over,” Sabine asked, having made her way to make her head in view for her daughter.

“School thing. Tell you more at dinner! Love you,” Marinette said before shutting the door. Marinette sighed, letting her body relax. Her hands on the trap door and letting her thigh muscles give out to sit.

Everything really was piling up now, wasn’t it?

The family downstairs was muffled through the door but Alya flopping on the chaise wasn’t missed by the girl. She turned back and looked at her friend face down on the furniture.

“Uh, you okay Alya? I'm sorry about my family, I didn't know my uncle was coming. I’m sorry if they made you uncomfortable, I really-“

“It’s fine,” Alya brought herself up. “Let’s just get to the paper, okay?”

“Of course,” Marinette said hesitatingly. She moved items aside to make room for Alya to do work on the table with her. Marinette pushed her keyboard to make room for herself to have her own packet out and papers out. They went over possible books or folktales to do the term paper on. Marinette and Alya both having their own lists of possible candidates, trying to come to some final decision.

A few times did Marinette notice a sound that shouldn’t have happened and anxiously cast a glance at her friend. Alya, thankfully, seemed to not notice even the nervous bounce of Marinette’s leg. While Alya used her phone to search possible titles, Marinette used her desktop.

Marinette did a quick search through her email to find it lacking an end of week email, which was more than odd. Maybe someone had accidently forgotten to add her to the list of people. No, she was listed as a receiver for the group. So why hadn’t she gotten an email about a meeting on Monday?

Beside Marinette, Alya was lightly tapping her foot back and forth, from heel to ball. When she wasn’t fidgeting with her pen she was tapping her fingers on the papers, none of the tapping giving sound. Her thumb scrolled through the articles about the books she was looking through.

A banner came down, just seeing the app icon she swept it up. It was better to ignore until later, she had homework to get done. But another came down, and another, she kept swiping the banner away, but to no avail the messenger was persistent. After what was possibly the fifteenth time Alya let out a strangled cry of frustration and dropped her phone on the table.

The actions made Marinette jump in her seat; the phone buzzed against the table while Alya ignored it. Face in her hands as she continued to take deep breaths, Marinette eyed the phone and then looked between her friend and the device.

“Alya,” Marinette started hesitantly, “what’s wrong?”

It felt like the wrong question, but to ask if she was okay was stupid! She was unmistakably not okay, what else was she supposed to ask?

“Nothing-ing,” Alya’s voice cracked, filled with nervousness. The phone buzzed again, making Marinette’s eyes shift to it again.

“Alya,” Marinette started again quietly, this time with more concern than hesitance. She placed her hand on the girl’s shoulder, “Something is wrong. Even if you don’t want to talk about it you can’t pretend there isn’t.”

Marinette felt her insides grow warm, a bad warm. Those were words she had come to terms with not too long ago. It felt strange actually saying them for the first time. Thinking words was very different from saying them, and Marinette didn’t think the feeling of finally saying them would ever pass.

The phone buzzed multiple times again. Alya rubbed her eyes with her palms, possibly pushing a little too hard. She picked it up, after a few taps on the screen the vibrations on her had ceased and no banner came down. But she knew that they were still coming through, she’d just have to wait to open them. And the words would hit her again.

The girl still held the object, fiddling with it as she stared at nothing. Contemplating what she should do, or even say.

“Do,” Alya cleared her throat before continuing, “do people come up to you about us?”

Marinette blinked before frowning in confusion but quickly the pieces put themselves together, “Do you mean the hero thing?”

“Yeah,” Alya nodded, playing with the charm on her phone case. “The…hero, thing.”

Marinette shifted in her seat, “What exacting about it?”

“Anything. Do they?”

Marinette sat there for a moment, partially perplexed.

“Well no, but there’s stares.” Marinette frowned. She sighed as she thought back on her date with Luka, it had been amazing, but…but the people around them in the packed spaces. They’d notice Luka but then they’d notice her would start murmuring and stare, and stare, and stare, and-

Marinette eyes shut as she took a deep breath, when she reopened her eyes she found Alya staring at her phone. She was tried. Marinette’s heart ached for her friend as she recognized the exact form her friend was under.

“Do, do people come you?” Marinette leaned so if Alya looked at her she’d be able to see her eyes.

“In person? No,” Alya’s face seemed to sag still staring at her phone, “Online though, there’s hundreds.”

Marinette looked at Alya’s grip on her phone, fingers tense against the case and thumbs pressing hard against the screen. She slowly brought her hands to Alya’s and gently pulled the phone from her friend’s grasp. Alya sat up a bit as she became aware of what was happening, she watched as Marinette set the phone down next to her desktop.

Alya opened her mouth to ask a question but Marinette beat her.

“Want some palmier and we’ll just hang out for a bit?” Marinette smiled at her friend, “Unless you don’t like palmier anymore and you want to go right back to working?”

Alya smiled back, “I would really like that.”

Marinette’s smiled widened, she gave the girl a quick hug before making her way to her trapdoor.

“Marinette,” Alya called causing Marinette to look back up confused, “You’re an amazing friend.”

Marinette smiled at Alya her face flushed from the statement, “Thank you Alya.” Marinette made her way down the stairs.

Alya sighed and relaxed in the chair she sat in, eyes closed. Unaware of all the mini sized gods peaking at her and Marinette with smiles on their faces.

Trixx though, more than anything at the moment, wanted to just hug the blogger. But instead decided to do his own form of tipping some luck her way. He flew below her and rounded behind her floats right next to the top of her head, he felt his fellow Kwami watch closely and anxiously.

Trixx lifted his flipper over the crown of her head, a deep orange with brown strips orb was generated. Only half an inch in diameter and was dull in color, Trixx carefully pushed the orb of energy onto her crown and it dropped down.

The fox Kwami watched as it did as he’d hoped and floated back up to his Guardian’s bed.

Alya felt like a ball dropped from her head to her chest, this heavy sphere became a warmth that soon spread through her body. The last of her tension in her shoulders dropped and she slowly opened her eyes, she rubbed her chest confused but certainly happier.

The air in the room suddenly felt clearer and she enjoyed it.

Not even seconds later was Marinette back enthusiastically with palmier and other treats. While Marinette spoke loudly to Alya making her laugh Trixx smiled.

“I bless you my kit, see through swindle and wield your own guile,” Trixx spoke under the much louder girls below.

•

Makzenie had not expected the Cheng family to be so big. And as she heard Huang talk about his four kids she couldn’t help if her mouth was open from hearing about his family. Not jaw dropping style, no it had to be something so out of the ball park for her jaw to just drop. But she felt real close to it when they brought they had an older bother named Bǎo.

Mackenzie ripped her bread apart as the expressive family around her spoke loudly. Marinette appeared to be in the same boat as her at the beginning of the meal but had soon joined in as if this were the norm.

Perhaps the older girl was used to situations like this, but then again this was her family.

Huang Cheng was certainly a character of a man, talking about how he escaped a pack of wolves on won of his trips in the Carpathian Mountains in Romania or how he had been suck on a mountain while in Sweden.

Mackzenie was beginning to slowly grow concerned over the youngest Cheng siblings as Bridget brought up her neat death experiences while traveling to different cities in the States for job. (That of which Mackzenie had not figured out.)

As the aware was small not everyone would all eat at the island Tom sat with his food at the counter with Marinette next to him, which Mackzenie sat at the end of the island making it easier to see the two and converse with them. Unlike Mlle. Cheng and Bridget, who had to turn to face the two.

As each person finished their meal they washed their dishes and set them in the dry rack. Mackzenie found herself feeling out of place and a bit awkward, but Marinette was her saving grace.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed now,” the girl spoke getting up. “I school tomorrow and still need to double check my suitcase again.”

“Right of course sweetheart,” Sabine said.

“I, I think I’ll be heading off to bed too,” Mackzenie spoke up.

“Okay, I’ll be down in a bit,” Bridget said sending a reassuring smile to her.

Marinette made her way up the stairs while Mackzenie went to the door.

“Mackzenie actually can I have a gift for you,” Huang spoke up. Mackzenie turned around very confused, she looked to his sisters. They both looked as confused as Mackzenie.

Huang came around the couch searching his pockets and muttering to himself in English.

“Ah, here,” he exclaimed once he had found whatever it was he had been looking for. He held up a necklace, it had a leather cord like his own necklace but what it was wrapped around was different.

“An arrowhead?” Mackzenie looked at the necklace with curiosity. The stone was yellow brown and smooth, it appeared to be polished too.

“Yes, arrowheads while used through history for weapons they were also used as magical charms or amulets; treated as talisman. They commonly represent strength and protection,” the stone piece spun and swung. “I made this one out of jasper. Supposed to be a calming stone,” Huang gave a shrug, “I personally believe items represent what we want them to.”

Huang held out the arrowhead necklace with a kind smile, “I made my sisters and Marinettte all jasper arrowheads, I thought it ought to be right to make you one too. Perhaps next time I can make you a quartz one.”

Mackzenie stood there for a moment before stammering, “Thank you. I, this is for me?”

Huang nodded, this made Mackzenie look back at the necklace for a moment, “You’re sure?”

“Yes, I believe I am,” Huang stated not pulling away. He simply stayed still. Mackzenie finally gabbed the necklace and looked it over, feeling the smoothness of the stone material. She smiled at it not seeing Huang beaming or his siblings behind him.

“Thank you,” she said again.

“Of course,” he nodded. “Well, I should be off now. It is going to be a bit late by the time I get to where I am staying.”

Huang left after saying goodbye to everyone and Mackzenie made her way to her room. True to her word Bridget came down and she heard her lock the door. The young girl had the cord around her neck while inspecting the piece before her. She thought back to what Huang had said, but what came to her mind was how his eyes looked amber for a moment before returning to the gray-blue all the Chengs had.

She sighed shaking the thought away and taking the necklace off setting it on the nightstand. She just needed some sleep, she thought before eventually falling asleep.

•

Ladybug stared at the window across the street, the gentle breeze passing through made her hair tickle her face. The young hero took a deep breath; Master Fu’s words echoed in her ears.

Pick an ally you can trust to fight alongside you in this mission.

Ladybug raised her chin before throwing her yo-yo and hung in front of the window. Kagami sat at a desk on a desktop peacefully working, her back to the window of her room.

Ladybug knocked on the window causing Kagami to jump and spin holding a pair of scissors, ready to defend herself. Ladybug gave an apologetic smile while Kagami’s body relaxed. She set aside the tool and let the heroine into her room.

“Ladybug,” Kagami nodded, welcoming the hero. “While I am pleased you are not an Akuma or a criminal I ask what are you doing here?” Kagami looked over at Ladybug, taking her in hidden curiosity.

Ladybug straightened and opened her yo-yo pulling out a black box, the same box Kagami had seen just weeks prior. Her eyes widened on their own accord as she realized what was happening.

“Kagami Tsurgi, here is the Miraculous of the Turtle, it grants the power of protection. You may use it for the greater good, once the time comes you will return the Miraculous to me,” Ladybug watched Kagami look as though the wind was knocked out of her. Ladybug held back a smile as she spoke the last line, “Can I trust you?”

At that Kagami looked back up at Ladybug and cooled features. Kagami raised herself in pride and nodded, “Yes, Ladybug.”

Ladybug let the smile envelop her face as her friend took the box and opened revealing Wayzz. The two bowed their heads in greeting; Kagami put on the now red bracelet with her family engraving instead of the usual shell pattern. Both of them faced Ladybug as Kagami asked, “Is there an Akuma now? Or are you expecting one?”

“No, and yes but no,” Ladybug let a soft sigh through her nose, “Myself and Chat Noir will be gone around the same time. If there is an Akuma will be back to Paris as quickly as we can, and for the time being, I thought it would be wise to have another holder out until we’re back.”

Kagami nodded taking in the information before looking back at Ladybug after letting her eyes stray, “Is there anything else I need to know or should be doing during your time away?”

Ladybug could spin around the room with pure joy. Kagami always to the point and on topic.

Ladybug nodded, “Not required but patrols if you feel the need to.”

“Then it will be done,” Kagami promised her chin raised, a look of determination on her face.

Ladybug smiled, “Thank you Kagami.” Ladybug threw her yo-yo out the window and gave a salute, “Bug out.”

Kagami made her way to the window to close it, she paused looking as Ladybug was still visible to her. Kagami bowed at the now heavily distant hero, “Thank you Ladybug.”

Kagami closed her window and turned to the turtle Kwami; she gave the chibi-like being a questioning face, “From what I gather as you give power to the holder you need substance. What exactly is it you require?”

“Anything is technically suitable, but I do have a preference for seaweed,” Wayzz answered with a smile.

“Then I shall have seaweed on hand till our time together has ended,” Kagami assured him.

Wayzz’s smile softened as Kagami did not wait for a response and went back to work. It had been quite a deal of time since he had a turtle such as her.

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Rigor Mortis (prologue)

College roommate Miguel O'Hara x reader

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Part 1

summary: Relationships end. People die. You move on, and Miguel does too.  (roommate! Miguel O'Hara x reader, college-ish au). 

warnings: no warnings, just angsty asf

a/n: this is the culmination of lots and lots of planning and me writing non-stop for a good few weeks. the next part will be much longer, and updates will be wednesdays until further notice. thank you for all your support! If you'd like to be tagged, see this post.

Thank you to my beta readers, @tianyhi and @urgonnaneedabiggership (they also write Miguel fics, I highly recommend! my favourite is this series), I couldn't have done it without you guys :D

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rigor mortis,

You're sitting at a diner, the one on 57th. At almost 11pm, it's… quiet. The gentle bustle of a waitress behind the counter, coffee mugs and sizzling pans. To your side, a little old woman tucked into the booth. Bright red lipstick and bold eyeliner against tan skin, wrists heavy with bangles against the counter. It's animated: feather boa, green leather jacket - and you think you spy the padding of some slippers from underneath the table. She clinks and clanks, and it makes you smile in spite of yourself. Peeling walls, cramped booths. Warm. Steady. Pam's Diner, on the corner, but you've got to use the side entrance, 'cuz the front's been bolted shut since the 50s. Don't ask questions.

"Mags, honey… I just want to… can you get your mom for me?" She's squinting into her phone now, nose pressed to the screen. You can only imagine the view from there; a facetime call with a smudge of eyebrow taking up most of the little box. 

It's odd, but you like to sit near the door. Some pancakes, a milkshake, or a bitter cup of coffee now that you're older: people watching, as you've always called it. Okay, maybe it's more than odd . Maybe even serial killer adjacent - people-watching, like the night stalkers in cheesy slashers. But it's fun, looking for a story in everyone that walks in. 

In your hometown, you had your first date in a booth just like this one. Back pressed against once-bright cushions, tight skirt digging into your back, and at 15 you had sat and waited with wide eyes. Waited, and watched. The woman with a blue hair-tie at the counter: a new mom, definitely. She looks tired, a mystery stain on the cotton of her joggers and deep rims around her eyes. A jitter in her hands, and she's probably got a piece of shit boyfriend on the couch; wringing his hands at looking after the little one, at being a fucking dad, for once, and… oh. The bell of the front entrance rings, and another woman walks in, and catches the eye of Blue Hair Tie. A warm smile, a tight arm around her waist. You watch as she takes up the other's jittery hand in her own. Partner? Fling? You know now; it doesn't matter, not really. Hands still, the shaking slows, and they are loved. 

Your date had been late, of course. But  what had been your first in a line of disappointing men is long forgotten in the haze of adulthood. 

"I know, sweetheart-" the older woman in the booth next to you almost shouts, making you jump. "...those are very pretty shoes… but, could you… Hand the phone over to mom, okay?“

Someone answers with cooing and soft babbling, and then there's raspy laughter from the woman near you. It rings off the tiles: sonorous and full-bodied, wraps around you like a warm hug. It makes you feel a little less lonely, for now. 

As of exactly 9.42pm, you are single. A four year relationship, over in the space of less than 20 minutes. A cup of watery decaf, and it's all over before you can finish it. I'll stay at my sister's, and you move out by the end of the month. No theatrics, not a trace of tears. You had wanted to cry, to kick and scream and beg, but more than anything, you were numb. Crystalline and still with shock, at how clinical it all felt. Sitting in your favourite diner, the humdrum of the city just past the glass; it still felt… lonely. And when he left; placed money on the counter, took his copy of keys off the table, and didn't look back ; it was cold. 

You remember what he had said so many nights ago, God, years back, when he was studying for undergrad, and would crack open anatomy textbooks on the little desk in your dorm. He'd trace the lines of your arm, poke the flesh as you'd giggle and recite his notes into your skin. 

that… tickles! what are y-you… ohh my God-

Stay still! This is.. important… 

… I swear, I'll start screaming if you-

Pallidity, cooling, stiffness-

that's it, I'm screaming… I'm gonna do it-

It's not gonna learn itself, baby. Pallor, algor… 

and rigor, right? 

… 

I listen. Sometimes. 

…rigor, livor mortis and decay. The stages of death. 

I thought you wanted to be a surgeon, baby, not the grim reaper. 

Very funny. It's still important to know about these things, no? 

I guess? But if you're gonna be saving lives…

That's not how it works. I'm not God. I make mistakes, people die. I do everything right-

People die. 

Right. Above all, I'm in the business of people. Whilst they're alive and when they're gone, what they leave behind…

…but that's not really your job, is it? And don't give me all that, it's a vocation crap-

I don't know what to tell you. It is. It's bigger than me. 

…it's long and hard and killing you slowly. 

…

Shit. Jamie, I didn't mean to-

Rigor mortis. Post-mortem 'stiffness' or rigidity, which occurs one to two hours after death.

I'm sorry, I wasn't th- 

The summation of unraveling: a temporary stasis, which could be described as 'frozen' in time or place, often mirroring the cause of death- 

Jesus, I'm not trying to fight- 

..where a body becomes a dead body. Colloquially, referred to as Alius Mortem, or; another death. 

The phrase stuck, acting as a cruel count for the eventual decay of your relationship. Resentment, on both ends, had burned out that flame long before the breakup. Jamie was cruel, in some ways. You were cruel in others. 

"Alice! Just wanted to say hi, cupcake; missed your voice… oh yeah… mhmm… she's just like you, can talk for the trees…" With the rasp of laughter in the booth next to you, it spreads the kind of warmth that stings. 

There's a spark of self awareness at the back of your throat; the bitter taste of realisation. It's not meant to feel like this, is it? The end of almost a half-decade of your life, an era, the culmination of decisions good and bad and gray that have led you up to this moment. There should be… passion. Fighting, maybe. Tears. Instead of a supernova, you find yourself floating in the empty vacuum of space: an acrid taste left in your mouth. 

"Oh God, have you and the girls been eating well? Let me come over tomorrow, drop you off some stuff…I don't trust half the crap in that cupboard of yours-" There is love and light in her voice, despite groans from the tinny speakers of her phone. Your chest is hot; something leaden and heavy that sits in the crook of ribcage. Bittersweet, like rotting fruit in the cradle of a tree trunk. 

Maybe it's the coffee. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be. Over the past few years, a thousand cuts. And now, in the yellow lights of the little diner on the corner of 57th; another death. 

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Look! Up in the Sky!

Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x Reader

Description: It's hard, making a name for yourself as an investigative journalist in a city as big as Metropolis. It seems like everyone and everything is against you, just because you weren't born and raised in Metropolis. But you're determined to make it. When a run-of-the-mill article turns into a hostage situation with armed criminals, you're not sure you'll be making it out of this situation alive. Can a run-in with Metropolis' own Superman light the flames of your passion once more? Or are you destined to pack up and go back home?

Disclaimers: DC canon-typical violence. Armed gunmen. Some language.

Warnings: Like most of my fics, this fic features a Female!Reader

Word Count: 3313

Author Note: Hiya lovelies! I've been thinking about this fic for a long time. I started writing it sometime early this year and never actually got very far. Several rewrites later and here we are!

First and foremost, I want to dedicate this story to the beautiful @sarahsmi13s, since it is her birthday! Vinny! Happiest of birthdays to you! I hope the upcoming year is bright and filled with as much joy as you've brought to me!

Second, I feel like I am permanently obligated to thank @horseshoegirl for being the Comma Queen she is and making sure my ramblings are well-written and actually make sense. This fic wouldn't be possible without you, Lucky!

This is going to be a multi-part story. Please let me know if you'd like to be tagged!

AO3: Cross-posted here!

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"I'm sorry, he what?!"

The mumbling on the other end of the phone makes you even angrier and more frustrated than ever. The frustration isn't new to you, not at all. It's part and parcel of being one of The Daily Planet's investigative journalists. The other thing the Planet appreciates in its journalists is people who have a nose for stories. You think you have one. Which is why everything is telling you that Peabody is prevaricating because he's trying to hide something.

"I understand your position, Mr. Peabody, but your contact is my biggest informant. If we don't have his testimonial, we'll never be able to publish this article on LexCorp."

There's more irate, increasingly loud yelling spilling down the speaker, but you could care less. You've been working on this article for months, carefully building layer upon layer of evidence, crafting the perfect hard-hitting expose. You're not taking his bullshit at face value anymore. Your mind is whirling as you lean back in your chair. Peabody is still spilling excuses into your ear, not that you care. Maybe you’re a little rough and brusque with Peabody as you hang up, but something about this situation is pinging in your head.

Your office is a bright space, all white walls, glass panes and metallic accents. From up on the 68th floor, Metropolis looks like a heaving anthill. Across the cityscape, another skyscraper glints tauntingly at you. You know Luthor is wrapped up in this. Okay, sure, corporate espionage isn’t exactly his deal, but who else could it be? You’ve carefully counted out every other potential culprit. Only Luthor is left.  Turning around, there’s an unholy rage in your countenance as you glare down at the twisted mess taking over your walls. There are newspaper clippings, articles, string and scribbled notes all over the walls. Just looking at it is sometimes enough to give you a headache. But you desperately need to get to the bottom of this situation. There must be a reason why all roads seemingly lead to Lex Luthor’s shining obelisk to his ego. You wouldn't be surprised if Peabody is clamming up because someone is blackmailing him.

Before you can further dig into the LexCorp situation, a whistle rings out through the air. You're the newest investigative journalist at the Daily Planet. It means you have the smallest office with half-broken heating and air conditioning, which nobody else wanted. It’s also the office furthest away from the bullpen.

The editor-in-chief of the Planet, a gruff, peppery older man named Perry White, only calls all of you together if there is something big brewing in Metropolis. You have to shove your way to the front of the circle loosely gathered around Perry. You're short, so you couldn’t see over the crowd if you tried.

“Alright, alright, settle down you lot.”

Perry's voice is gruff, carrying the tones of a person who grew up in Metropolis or one of its boroughs. Of course, most of the office hails from Metropolis. Sometimes you think your upbringing in the cornfields of Iowa has something to do with your distance from the other journalists on staff. After all, despite living in Metropolis for the past five years, your voice still holds the slightest twang. You can dress like a Metropolis professional, walk like one, and talk like one, but everyone makes it abundantly obvious you will never be a citizen of Metropolis.

The hazing is par for the course. You’ve seen more than your fair share in the three months since you started at The Daily Planet. The source of your struggles is, you’re sure, one person. She’s standing at the other end of the circle of reporters waiting with baited breath as Perry doles out assignments.

Natasha Trace.

She gets all of the best assignments from Perry, just because she’s his niece or something like that. The vindictive smirk she gives you as she accepts the latest city hall press conference is proof. Your own assignment is a little more dangerous, 300 words on the newest homeless shelter opening in Southside. According to the mayor, Southside isn’t dangerous anymore, but you don’t believe him. Perry quotes the same thing every chance he can get, especially because he sends reporters out to Southside pretty often. It’s all part of the Planet’s “For the People” reporting strategy. Every day, you hear people talking about another mugging or shooting or what have you. So you’re under no assumptions that Perry and Natasha are giving you an assignment they want you to succeed in.

You're cursing them more and more the next day when you're kneeling with a puddle of spilled tomato soup seeping into your sensible dark trousers. It was just your luck that masked gunmen waltzed into the shelter in the middle of your interview, wasn’t it?

 It was also just your luck that one of them had sent a spray of bullets into the air the moment hands went up. Cue some well-deserved screaming and a near-stampede for the doors, and you’d been pushed to the floor. So now you’re crouching in spilled soup with your hands up, trying and failing to moderate your breathing.

What the hell does a soup kitchen in Southside have for a gang of armed robbers, anyway? It’s not like it has much money. After all, this is only one of a string of new food shelters opening up in Metropolis. They’ve all been funded by the government, and they’re all supposed to be as clean as can be. Supposed to be, anyway. Obviously something isn’t right in the state of Denmark.

What’s just as interesting is the sight of the photographer you’ve been sent to the shelter with. Mickey Garcia is one of the Planet’s best. He’s got an eye for taking those photographs nobody else can. You’re not sure why Perry sent him with you. Usually he’s buddy-buddy with Natasha. He’s probably wishing he were with Natasha at City Hall right now. You know you are. But he doesn’t look scared or worried. He’s just kneeling in the soup next to you, hands up with his head cocked to the side and eyes staring into the distance.

It’s almost like he expects the police to come roaring up. Just as the lead invader turns his head, there’s a rush of wind and you see an imperceptible smirk on his face before he disappears between one blink and the next. You can smell ozone in the air, bitingly sharp, but it seems like nobody else notices but you.

Who the hell is Mickey Garcia? You almost wish you were hiding behind one of the tables. Because then you can pull out your notebook and start writing. Instead, it seems like all you have is your eyes and ears. How did he disappear so quickly? Metahumans aren’t exactly new in the world (or well, at least in the country). You remember reading about metahuman related events across the country. After all, everyone knows about Gotham City’s Bat. But recently there have been more and more reports. A meta-human in red-and-gold streaking through Central City. Villains with the power to freeze anything in its tracks and heroes with the power of the seven seas and beyond. And of course, everyone has seen the fluttering blue cape of Metropolis’ own metahuman.

So where does that leave you? Wishing for Superman, as you’ve heard him called, to save you? You’re not even sure he’ll show at all. There have to be a million other things happening in Metropolis more important.

“ALL OF YOU ON THE FLOOR!”

You’re not on the floor long when a hand grabs you by your hair and yanks you up.

“What do we have here?” A greasy voice growls the words into your ear as cold metal presses into your temple. “A little reporter eagerly waiting for a scoop?”

You shudder, your skin crawling at the hunger in this man’s voice as he traces his index finger up and down your throat. Your press badge thwaps against your chest with every movement.

“P-please.” You’re trembling in earnest, teeth chattering. “These people are innocent, th-they have no money. They’re here to get some food. The only money the shelter has is for food.”

His cackle chills you to the bone. “Oh, you’re so naive, you sweet little thing.”

“We’re not here for the shelter’s money. We’re here for the city’s money.” He grins, blowing his foul-smelling breath in your face. “And if the city doesn’t cough up the goods, we’ll just take you in exchange.”

“And what if he comes to save us?”

You’re not sure who asks, but it sparks a rising tide of questions. People are shouting the questions out, and the men grow angrier and angrier. From your new vantage point with a barrel pressed to your temple you can see how uneasy they actually are. Their fingers tighten around the weaponry, paling at the joints as they grip at the metal. The more people ask, bolstered by the sounds of the sirens outside and the crackle of voices through bullhorns, the angrier your captor gets.

“All of you, shut up!” It's a roar of sound which leaves your ears ringing. The gun hurts as it presses into your throat. It’s hard to breathe, to swallow, to think. Something tells you you're not getting out of this stand-off alive. Your pulse is thudding in your ears and your chest aches. You hear the tell-tale click and your eyes are screwed closed.

Please. Please. Please. I promise I'll be better. I promise I'll be a better daughter, a better employee.

You're not sure who you're praying to, but you’re praying nonetheless.

There's so much I haven’t done yet.

It shouldn’t be so sad, thinking about how pathetic your life is - how empty it is. You're braced to hear the sound of a gunshot, braced to feel pain and then feel nothing ever again. You can feel the silk of your blouse, the expensive one you never wear, sticking to your back as you heave in thready, unsteady breaths.

It's almost anticlimactic, the way it happens. You smell the same sharp ozone scent you did earlier and the hand wrapped around your throat, the gun pressed to the hinge of your jaw disappears. You keep your eyes screwed shut, trying to ignore the yells of pain and cut-off curses as people get beaten up. You keep expecting to feel the acute pain of a bullet lancing through you, burning through your skin. But you feel nothing. You hear nothing, and obviously all you can see is the underside of your own eyelids.

“Miss, you can open your eyes now. It's all going to be okay.” 

You know what this voice is saying as you stand stiff-backed in the center of the room. Your muscles are locked in place and your hands are curled into fists at your side. You're not sure you could move if you tried to.

The hands that hold yours are warm, warmer than they have any right to be. But they feel good, and you can feel yourself relaxing into the touch. When your eyes open, you're not sure what you expected to see. But what you get is Metropolis's own Superman. He is smiling at you, pearly teeth on display, big brown eyes gentle as he talks you out of your panic. You're enraptured by how his dark hair curls just so over his forehead and how his jaw is so well-defined it could cut diamond.

More than anything, you wish you were still holding your notebook and pen or a dictaphone or anything. If there was anyone you want to interview here and now, it's him. But something is bothering you about him. He looks oddly familiar, something in the turn of his cheek and the fall of his hair.

Your statement to MCPD takes the longest. Long after all the other hostages have headed home or been shuttled to other shelters in the city, you stand, ignoring the way tomato soup is crusting on your clothes and how your fingers ache. Maybe your statement wouldn’t have taken quite so long if you weren’t trying to interview your interviewer back. In any case, by the time your throat is dry and aching, it’s late, approaching midnight and the only person left other than police personnel is Superman.

“A-are you okay, Miss?” 

You blink at his words, because he sounds oddly bashful, and that is a look you never expected to see on a superhero’s face.

“I’m fine.” You grin, the motion only halfway genuine. “I'm just about to head out. I'm sure a superhero like you has better things to do, other people to save and whatnot.”

“U-um, no actually.” He tips his head to the side, using his hand to fix his already immaculate hair.

“Do you always wait around at crime scenes to walk a gal home?”

“W-would it be alright if I walked you home?”

Your questions collide in midair against each other. You huff out an exhausted laugh, but he just blushes a little, golden cheeks flushing as his eyes twinkle at you.

“N-no. I don’t make a habit of waiting at crime scenes to walk girls home. Guess that's something only for you.”

Now it's your turn to battle hot cheeks. You can't even fan your face off because you don't have a thing to fan yourself with. Flapping your hands makes you feel stupid. So instead, you let Superman lead you out of the shelter and onto Metropolis’ streets. The city is alive with the sound of cars and ambulances. Someone has a radio on their window playing music. It feels like you're in an entirely different place.

“So, what about that walk home?”

He smells good. For the first time you notice how good he smells, this Superman, now that your nose isn't clogged with the smells of spilled tomato soup and sandwiches. You want to spend time with him. You want to forget what is waiting for you in the morning, how angry Perry is going to be when you didn't get a scoop on the shelter or any pictures that you know of. Maybe if you spin the Superman angle to this? It doesn't feel right, exploiting this man when he's so clearly doing it to help people. You also don't want to stop talking to him yet.

“Sure.”

Honestly you wish you'd clarified, because when he said walk, you thought he was actually going to walk with you. Instead he sweeps you up in his arms and shoots up into the sky. You scream the whole way, hands scrabbling for purchase against his suit, finally settling for an arm around his shoulder. You're shaken and shivering when he finally stops moving.

“Shit, sorry.” 

You grumble into his broad chest at the cheeky apology. 

“Just thought you'd want to see the city how I see it.”

When you finally screw up the courage to take a look, your lips part in a gasp. The entirety of Metropolis is laid out in front of you. Lit in gold from all of the lights, you're grinning from ear-to-ear as you peer out over the city.

“It's gorgeous!” There's a pleased smirk on his face. “I can't believe you get to see the city like this!”

“Yeah,” He grins, something soft. “I didn't fall in love with the city until the first time I saw this view.”

“I can see why,” You gasp, witnessing how soft your colossal city looks in the moonlight, how it seems like a world filled with such promise.

“Let's get you home.” There's a blush on his cheeks as he swoops you down, following your murmured instructions like he knows every inch of the city.

You feel a little bit like a princess when he sets you lightly down on the doorstep. He's still floating in the air, the navy blue suit he's wearing clinging to every muscle. Now more than ever something feels familiar about him. He stays outside your door watching with the same smirk on his face, his head cocked to the side like he's waiting to hear your deadbolt slide home.

You're a little giddy when he flies away, and you curl into your bed like you're in a dream. You sleep well, for the most part, not half as traumatized as you expected to be after being held hostage at gunpoint. At least, until you jolt up in bed, your hair a mess around you and growl, “Garcia!” 

He'd disappeared when the police came to the shelter with their bullhorns and their posturing. You'd smelled the same sharp ozone-tinged scent in the air when he'd disappeared and when Superman shot into the room. But there is more too. The shape of his face, the way he smiled, the almost compulsive way he pushed his hair off his face. He acts just like Garcia does, too.

What is the likelihood your first encounter with Metropolis' own Superman would give you insight into his alter-ego? After all, nobody would suspect that quiet, bespectacled, sweet Mickey Garcia, a photographer for the Daily Planet, is Superman. Nobody, it's obvious, but you. Forget your conspiracy board on LexCorp and their shady dealings. Right now, an exclusive interview with Superman seems like just the ticket to rocket you into fame.

But you can’t let on that you know. You spend the day typing up a lackluster article on the shelter opening, your eyes peering over your computer every time you hear footsteps coming your way. The people walking past you never stop by, not even to chat. You're practically sprinting for the door when you see Garcia, chunky headphones around his neck.

“Hey, Garcia!” 

He turns and looks oddly surprised to see you. 

“You got a sec?”

“Y-yeah, of course.” 

His stutter is adorable. You have to remind yourself he is Superman. 

“I wanted to take a look at the pictures you shot yesterday. Obviously the opening wasn't what we expected, but it should be an interesting public interest piece anyway.”

When he's sitting in the chair next to yours, fingers flying over your keyboard as he shows you all of the photos he took as well as a few of the aftermath, you're questioning your gut instinct even more. How is it possible he got pictures of the police helping people, interviewing you, if he was Superman? 

It's nice, working with someone who smiles at you instead of spitting insults out behind your back.

“This looks great.”

There's a smile on your face as you look at the finished article. 

“Yeah, not bad for an article about a shelter opening turned into a hostage situation, right?”

“Y-yeah.”

You turn, and rest your arm on his forearm. You let your reporting instinct take the driver’s seat. When he's relaxed, maybe you'll get some answers out of him.

“I completely forgot to ask! How are you holding up after yesterday? You know what Perry always says, ‘We're a family here at the Planet!’. I was terrified when those gunmen burst in.”

You prattle on and on, seeing his face change, almost fall, when you mention Superman. 

“You know, he's awfully handsome, Superman is. He took me home, made sure I was alright.”

You grin, wickedly, though you know for sure nobody here in Metropolis knows you well enough to tell.

“And then he blushed.”

All of your suspicions are proved true when Mikey Garcia blushes the same way Superman did.

“You know something? Superman blushed just like that when he was showing me Metropolis how he sees it.”

There's panic in his eyes now. You're just fast enough to block him at the door, arm flung out to stop him from walking past you.

“So…. How long have you been Superman, Mickey Garcia?”

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Past Your Bedtime..

Character(s): Vincent Sinclair, Reader/You

Summary: Vincent comes to bed a few hours later than he agreed to with Reader.

Warnings: canon typical violence, mention of death, mention of killing, parent-like s/o, I think that's it, if there is anything else that should be tagged here, please let me know

Gender: Gender-Neutral, m4m, m4f, m4n

A/N: I can't get the idea of Vincent slowly just walking into the shared bedroom hoping that reader is asleep after working in the basement for a few hours longer than agreed and Reader just cuts the light on while sitting on the bed like a parent catching their child sneaking back in after sneaking out to a party. I hope you enjoy reading this drabble just as much as I enjoyed writing it. I might turn this into a whole fic, just not right now.

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Vincent walked slowly, dawdling down the hallway to his and y/n's room, silently praying to whatever God would listen that they were asleep. He had, unknowingly, stayed up three hours past eleven, the time he had agreed to come to bed at. He knew that they would be extremely upset with him, if they knew that was.

His soft footsteps came to a stop as he carefully slid their door open, it emitting a shrill squeal of pain as the hinges sqeaked against each other. He grimaced at the loud noise before carefully pitted-pattering his way in and closing the door behind him, the door letting out less noise as it was pushed back into the doorway. He let out a sigh of relief as the door shut quietly before he felt eyes watching his back. Just as he turned around, the lamp beside their bed flicked on, y/n sitting on their side of the bed with their arms crossed over their chest.

"Wanna tell me why you're here so late?" They asked, swinging their legs over the bed to be able to stand. As they stood their arms stayed wrapped around their chest, their body language and facial expression showing they they were more worried and disappointed rather than angry.

Well, I got busy and lost track of time. Vincent signed, I'm sorry. He signed quickly after.

Y/n sighed, knowing they couldn't stay mad at him forever. "Its alright, just please start being more careful, I worry about you." They said, grabbing him by his arm and leading him towards the bed, pulling back the blanket as he slipped his sweater and mask off, placing his mask on his side-table, and sliding into bed, covering himself and his parter with the blanket before pulling them closer.

I will, He signed quickly after climbing in bed.

They sat in silence for a few moments, the only sound being the soft drizzle of rain and each other's breathing. "Good night, I love you." Y/n said, rolling over in his arms to give him a kiss before rolling back over, the rustling of sheets being heard as they push back further into him, his skin being like a furnace to their cool skin.

He gently place a soft kiss on their temple, his way of saying goodnight before the rough, unspoken with, raspy voice of his began speaking, "Love.. you.. too." He smiled after, seeing the small smile that graced its way onto his partners beautiful face.

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Revenge

/Summary/: Tatum Riley was always a daddy's girl. She did everything with him, rode in his patrol car, movie nights every week, and when her parents separated she didn't even think about staying with her mom. Her dad was her whole life and when he was murdered she felt like she lost everything.

Tatum tried to move one. She goes out with Chad and moves to New York for college, but nothing feels the same. When she meets chads roommate Ethan, something is awakened in her and she decides there is only one thing that will let her move forward

An: this isn’t an x reader fic, it is my oc Tatum Riley. She’s Dewey and Gales daughter. If you don’t like OC’s don’t read it. This was also posted to my wattpad

Warnings: Cheating, murder, sex, death, psycho!OC , sort of Yandere!OC, Ethan x OC, ghostface!oc

"Where is he?”

I wasn't sure who I was asking as a crowd of people blocked my view of the hospital. I'd known my dad was trying to help Tara and her sister, but when I saw multiple police cars racing towards the hospital I got an awful feeling in my stomach.

I pushed past the few people on front of me until I was at the front of the crowd. Police were surrounding the entrance to the large building, and I could see Tara and Sam standing with aunt Sidney and my mom.

"Ma'am, you can't-" someone tried to stop me but I just shoved them roughly out of the way and started running towards them. Sidney was the first one to notice me.

"Tatum!" My mom turned when Sidney called my name and took a step towards me while Sam and Tara looked away.

"Where is he?" I demanded as I go to them, ignoring my mom and aunt as I looked at Tara and Sam. "He came here with you guys, where is he?"

"Tatum, sweetheart-" my mom reached out to touch me but I shrugged her hold off

"Where is he?!"

"We tried to stop him..." Sam finally said, and I felt my blood run cold. I happened to glance over at the entrance of the building as two paramedics were rolling out a body bag.

"Tatum, don't-" my mom started to say as she tried to grab me but I dodged her arms and started running towards them.

"Stop her!" Someone yelled but I wasn't sure who, I just kept running. When I got there one of the paramedics moved forwards and wrapped his arms around me to pull me away.

"No! Please! I need to see if it's him!" I cried as I tried to fight the man's hold on me. Tears were streaming down my face as I knew who was in the bag, but it didn't stop me from praying it was someone else. That my dad would walk out of the building in a second, hurt, but ultimately okay.

The two paramedics looked at each other before one reached up to unzip the bag slightly, and I froze when I saw the face staring up at me. His eyes were empty and face was blank, but it was him. More tears fell from my eyes as I just stood there and stared at him. After a moment the man's arms disappeared, and a woman's replaced them.

"Tatum..." My mom's voice spoke, and I just started crying harder. I cried because her arms felt wrong around me, she was never the one to comfort me. She wasn't the one who held me when I fell of my bike, or when watched a scary movie at a friends house and couldn't sleep because I was scared that night,or when a boy broke my heart. It was always my dad's, and he'd never hold me like that again. He was gone.

•••••••

My eyes snapped open as the dream, or memory, faded, and I started to wake up. I'd had that dream more times then I could count, so often that at this point I didn't cry when I woke anymore. I just accepted it and continued with my day.

As I laid in bed I glanced around the room. If you walked in you'd never think someone lived in the small one bedroom apartment. There were no decorations or photos besides the small photo of me and my dad on my nightstand. My clothes and belonging were still in the boxes I'd brought with me to New York almost a year ago. I never bother to unpack when my mom rented the place for me. She originally wanted me to have 'my own safe place' instead of living on campus, and the place is close to where she works, but I was sure she'd stop paying the bills on it after the fight we'd gotten into only a month after I moved in.

•••••••

"What the fuck is this?" My mom glanced up when she saw me storm into her home office, and she quickly stood up to greet me.

"What are you talking about? And watch your language." Normally I'd say something about being 18 and being able to say whatever the fuck I wanted, but I was to angry to care about that in the moment.

"This!" I yelled as I held my phone up to her. On it was an article I'd found of an interview she'd given only days ago. The title? 'Gale Weathers announces new book based on last year's murders.'

"That's an interview I did, what about it?"

"You're writing a book about the people who killed dad!"

"What about it? People want to know what happened, and at least I can provide the facts-"

"You don't know the facts! You weren't even there for most of it! You just showed up at the end to see all the drama-"

"I showed up because your dad told me your friends were being attacked and you weren't picking up my calls. I was worried about you." She tried to correct me but I just rolled my eyes. "I will be respectful of what happened and of your dad-"

"Like you were so respectful of this who died the first time." I snapped. "You were so respectful that you sold the book to be a movie, which is the only reason they killed dad. You're the reason my dads dead!"

My moms eyes widened at my words, but I didn't have it in me to care. These thoughts had been building in me for months and her agreeing to write a book on the murders was what broke the camel's back.

"I cared about your dad-"

"You never cared. You wrote awful things about him, caused multiple murders, and ultimately caused his death. I never understood how he forgave you the first time, and I won't forgive you this time."

"Tatum-"

"If you publish this book, I will never speak to you again."

"You're bluffing."

"Fucking try me."

•••••••

I reached out to the nightstand to grab my phone, checking my notifications. I had a few emails from school and the normal, everyday ones I get from my mom trying to check in on me that I never answer. And then a message from Chad.

Chad: hey, I heard about a party happening at some fraternity house. Wanna go?

Chad: everyone else is going. Even Tara

   I rolled my eyes slightly after reading the texts. I'd had a childhood crush on Chad since I was old enough to know what that meant, and after Liv had died we ended up getting together. Even though I'd known I was a sort of rebound or distraction from what happened, at the time I'd thought it would blossom into something more. Instead we were just emotionally distant partners that would go days without talking. We rarely hung out without other people, we never had sex anymore, we didn't even kiss when around each other. And I was 90% sure he had a thing for Tera. He probably invited her the moment he found out about the party while I was probably the last person he texted.

Tatum: sounds fun. What time?

   I set my phone to the side as I got up and headed for the shower to get ready for the day. I had a class in two hours I couldn't be late for. I stumbled into the bathroom and glanced in the mirror, my hair was slightly messy and some of my eyeliner had smudged since I didn't bother to take it off when I went to bed.

   I turned the shower on before stripping out of my pajama pants and t-shirt. It was a DEVO shirt I'd stolen from my dad at some point. Once it was off I looked down at the few scars along my abdomen. Two were from Amber a year ago when we got in a fight, one was from when my appendix burst, and the other was from when I was 6. One of the teens who attacked Woodsboro had broken into our house and somehow I ended up stabbed. I didn't know much about it because o was so young and my dad had begged me to not ask about the event, and I trusted him that I didn't need to know about it.

   I shook myself from my thoughts and got back to getting ready. I showered and got dressed, skipping breakfast and decided to just pick up a coffee when I got the school. Most of my day was uneventful, I sat through a music theory class and a history class on Fashion industry before I went to get lunch alone at a small cafe on campus. I probably could have texted Chad to get lunch together, but I could use the time to work on a design for class instead.

While I was busy sketching with my headphones in a hand waved in front of my face, making me sit back quickly and look up. I ended up seeing Ethan standing above me, an apologetic smile on his face.

"You scared me," I said as I pulled my headphones off, causing Ethan to laugh slightly.

"Sorry, I tried to get your attention but you couldn't hear me."

I nodded and just looked up at the boy, unsure of what to say. I didn't know Ethan all that well despite him being Chads roommate. He went to all the same parties as us and he was always there when I went to chads, but we never really talked one on one. He seemed nice enough, but I wasn't interested in really getting to know other people.

"So...can I help you?" I finally asked, fully aware of how rude it sounded. I just couldn't get myself to really care.

"Sorry, I'm probably bothering you. I just saw you sitting alone and thought I'd say hi. You're probably busy."

"Just...working on an assignment." I mumbled as I glanced down at the drawing. A small line went through the drawing from when I jerked when Ethan scared me.

"So... would you mind if I sat?" I glanced back up at Ethan at his request. It was then that I noticed he had one of the sandwiches from the cafe in his hand. "I'll be quiet and just work on my own homework. There's just no other tables." He motioned around to all the other tables which had groups of friends sitting at them. For a second I thought about turning him away, but I couldn't. He had the look of a lost puppy, and saying no would be the equivalent of kicking that puppy.

"Be my guest," I motioned to the table and he quickly sat down and pulled his computer out. We both worked for a bit, and thankfully Ethan kept his promise of staying quiet and just working the whole time.

"Going so soon?" Ethan asked when I started to pack my stuff up.

"I have one more class for the day." I quickly said as I slid my sketch book into my bag. I stood up and grabbed my garbage from the table.

"Are you going to the party tonight?"

I hesitated for a second. "Chad invited you?"

"Was he not supposed to?"

"No," I quickly said. "I just... yeah, I'm going." I finally said.

"I'll see you tonight then," Ethan smiled and I forced one back at him.

"See you then.”

•••••••••

I messed with my hair slightly as I looked in the camera of my phone. I was standing on a corner as I waited to meet up with everyone else.

"Hey!" I heard a yell and glanced up to see Chad, Tara, Mindy, Mindy's new girlfriend I hand learns the name of, and Ethan. I was almost shocked to not see Sam with them since she never let Tara out of her sight.

I slid my phone into my purse and forced a smile onto my face as I walked over to them. "Hi," I greeted as Chad wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I stiffened slightly at the uncommon position, a movement that should be second nature to a couple felt foreign with him.

"Good to see you," Chad smiled as he kissed the top of my head.

"You too," I smiled as I hugged him back before his hand slid from my shoulders to my hand. That was the extent of our interaction before we were walking to the party and Chad was talking to everyone else. I stayed quiet but kept our hands intertwined as we walked, any time he started to pull away I'd tighten my hand to keep him within arms length. I didn't go out much and I wasn't about to let go of my lifeline when I did.

   We walked about a mile to the frat house, and most of the party was a blur. I drank a bit but mainly just sat on a couch and watched the people around me. Chad was immediately off and socializing, and I remembered at one point he got pissy because I wouldn't be his partner for a drinking game. But by the end of the night the group of us ended up at Chad and Ethan's apartment.

   "Hey," Ethan sat down next to me on the couch. I had my arms crossed across my chest as I watched Chad with Tara. He was just standing with her and drinking, but the way they looked at each other pissed me off.

   "Hi." I mumbled, not looking at the man.

   "Did you have fun tonight?"

   "It was fine." I knew Ethan didn't deserve how I was talking to him, but at that moment I didn't really care. Truth was, I was tired. I was tired of being in a relationship that was going nowhere and watching Chads next relationship blossom in front of me.

   "I'm leaving." I mumbled as I stood up quickly and walked over to Chad. "I'm leaving," I repeated to my boyfriend.

   "Already?"

   "It's past midnight." Chad just looked at me for a moment.

   "Okay." I scoffed when he turned to talk to Tara again. "What?"

   "Most people's boyfriends would offer to walk their girlfriend home, or call her a car, or at least ask her to text him when she makes it home."

   "Fine, text me when you get home." Chad said, clearly annoyed.

   "Glad to see you worried about your girlfriend," I rolled my eyes while Chad let out a sigh.

"Are we really going to do this right now? You're ruining the vibe," he complained.

"I'm ruining the mood? You're the one who basically refused to spend any time with me all night!" I saw Tara cringe slightly at how loud I had become, and everyone else on the room had gone quiet. Even Mindy was silent as she watched me and her brother.

"I'd happily spend time with you if you weren't such a buzz kill. You just sit by yourself in the corner anytime we go anywhere and you just sit in your empty apartment alone. You used to be fun, but in the last year you've become awful to be around. I thought you were just getting over your dad but-"

"Don't!" I stepped close to Chad to point a finger in his face. "Don't way a word about my dad."

"It's been a year. I got over Liv, you have to get over your dad at some point."

We stood in silence for a moment before I felt tears start to well up in my eyes. "Fuck you chad." I spat before shoving him away and storming down the hall and to their bathroom.

By the time I slammed the door shut tears were streaming down my face. I was embarrassed and angry at Chad. I shouldn't have ever gone out tonight, I should have never agreed to go out with Chad in the first place. I slid down on the ground, leaning against the door and pulled my legs up to lay my head on as I cried.

I don't know how long I was there before someone was knocking on the door to the bathroom.

"Hold on!" I called out as I stood up, wiping at my face slightly. I was sure my makeup was a mess and I didn't feel like looking in the mirror before I opened the door. Ethan was standing in the other side.

"Sorry, you probably need in here." I mumbled as I started to walk past him, but he reached out to stop me.

"No, I- I was coming to check on you. You've been in here a while." He laughed awkwardly, prompting a small smile from me. "If it's any consolation, Chad was being a dick."

"Thanks, but you don't have to say that. I know you're friends with him." I mumbled. "Go, I probably looked like such a bitch to everyone."

"I thought you were right." Ethan shrugged. "Chad doesn't act like he's in a relationship with you, which is insane."

"Why? Cause I'm such a catch?" I joked, looking down at the ground. When I didn't hear anything from Ethan I glanced up to see him staring at me, a slight blush on his cheeks.

"I mean... yeah."

His words had a blush growing on my own face, and I wasn't really sure why. I really didn't know Ethan, he'd always just been Chads friend. Maybe it was just because it was attention from someone, maybe I just wanted some attention.

I took a small step towards Ethan, which prompted him to step towards me. "I don't think I've ever had someone call me a catch." I watched as a small smile grew on Ethan's face.

"Chad should be telling you regularly."

"Well, he's not. What are you gonna do about it?" I prompted, and after a second Ethan was leaning in to kiss me. I pushed my lips against his in what started as a gentle kiss, but I didn't want a gentle kiss. I stepped closer to Ethan and reached up to wrap my arms around his neck, one of my hands sinking into his curly hair. He reached out to wrap his arms around my hips, pulling me closer as he deepens the kiss. I opened my mouth to let his tongue into it as the kiss became sloppy.

"Which room is yours?" I asked as I pulled away slightly.

"Should we-"

"Which room is yours?" I asked again, a bit more pushy. Ethan looked at me for a second before nodding.

"Come on.”

••••••••••••

An- do not worry, the next chapter will have the smut in it.

[unpublishedwriter]

If we make it through December

Fandom: The Last Of Us

Characters: Joel Miller, Ellie Williams, Gn reader insert

Warnings: This is NOT a ship fic. Father/Daughter relationship, Father/Child relationship, mentions of abuse, mentions of blood, not very graphic description of injuries, hurt/comfort, found family, usage of they/them pronounce for reader.

Summery: After escaping David and his people Joel, Ellie and y/n make their escape through the forest. Once they find a place to stop for the night the three must come to terms with what they've been through and what they've become.

A/N: So this is my first time posting a fic online (wattpad who? sorry don't know what ur talking ab I definitely didn't have a wattpad when i was 11) so like bare with me please haha. Any and all constructive criticism is welcome:) Y/n and Ellie aren't actually related (unless u want them to be ofc) but they see each other as siblings. Reader is older then Ellie but still a teen (in my mind they are 17 but u can choose whatever age u want). Can be read as both game tlou fic and show tlou fic cuz I love both and didn't put any specific descriptions for Joel or Ellie. Also English isn't my first language, I triple checked the spelling but if you find any mistakes then sorry! This fic is dedicated to everyone that looked at Joel Miller and said "damn, i wish he was my dad"

They didn’t know how long they’ve been running for. Joel kept a firm grip on both kids, completely ignoring the ache from his right side where his wound was stitched up.

The pain didn’t matter. What mattered were the two kids he kept an iron grip on. The two kids that had been taking care of him, two kids who had to fight to survive while he was unconscious. Two kids that had to kill while he was in that basement. Two kids that he failed. 

His kids. 

He couldn’t think about that now, couldn’t let himself drown in guilt. 

No, he had to keep pushing forward, he had to put as much distance between them and that awful village. 

He had to get his kids to safety. 

Then he’s going to check if–   

No, he’s going to check where and how they’ve been hurt, because as much as he wished for it, there was no way they got out of this without any injuries. 

He had already noticed the blood running from Ellie's nose and the giant bruise on y/n’s cheek. 

The two teens were covered in blood, head to toe, and Joel prayed that most of that blood wasn’t their own. 

Time didn’t feel real as they kept pushing forward, going wherever their eyes could see. The kids held on tightly to Joel, almost as if to make sure that he wouldn’t disappear, to make sure he was really there. 

The wind started picking up and it looked like a snow storm was coming. 

While the storm would cover up their tracks, Joel’s stomach sank as he looked around and saw nothing but trees. Joel didn’t know what to do, he only knew that they wouldn’t survive outside. 

He kept walking forward, against the wind, as the two kids gripped him harder, practically wrapping him into their arms from both sides. 

They were all exhausted, on the verge of collapsing, and the wind was getting stronger. 

It can’t end like this. He can’t fail them again. He can’t lose them. Not again. 

Maybe luck was finally on their side, or maybe the god that Joel had long since stopped believing in had heard his prayers, but as they walked out of the woods Joel saw the outskirts of a small town. 

The ice cold wind was blasting in their faces, but they were together and they were almost there. They’ll be ok. They’ll have to be. 

The closest building to them was some sort of store, probably a drug store by the looks of how small it was. It's doors and windows were intact so it was their best option at that moment. 

The three made their way in and reluctantly pulled apart to check if there were any infected, or people. They were relieved to find out that the place was empty. 

Joel pulled one of the shelves to the door, barricading it. The windows were sealed and boarded up so no one could see inside but some light still filtered through the cracks. The light was grey and cold, the outside now completely overtaken by the snow storm. 

No one’s gonna find us here.

Joel walked away from the window and turned around to look at the two teens. Ellie and y/n were once again checking every corner of the store, making sure there was nothing bad in there with them. 

“Hey” Joel spoke softly and both teens stopped what they were doing. They looked at him, their eyes still frantic. “We’re ok here, we’re safe.” Joel assured them but it didn’t seem to ease them. They were shaken, bloodied and bruised and it was all his fault.

No, there’s no time for that now. They need me. 

Joel walked over to the side of the store that seemed to be the most clean of any rubble, then he put down his backpack and his gun. He looked back at the two kids who were still standing in the same places, staring at him. He nodded his head to the side, calling them over. Y/n closed the door to the storage room as Ellie walked over and put down her bag.

She didn’t remember when she got it back, nor when she had put it on. It didn’t matter much. Even if she’d lost it, it wouldn’t have mattered. 

Y/n also walked over putting down their own bag, then their gun and their bat. But as they looked at the bat, or rather the half dried blood on it, they decided to put it a little further away from them. 

They didn’t want to look at it, didn’t want the reminder of the things they’ve been through, the things they’ve done. They knew that they did what had to be done, had to protect themselves and their sister, but their stomach still turned as they remembered the screams of those man.

They quickly forced themselves out of it. This isn’t the time for it. They needed to make sure that the others were ok, they can deal with it later. 

“How’s your wound?” They asked nodding towards Joel. Y/n looked at his shirt, noting that there was no blood on the side of his injury, which probably meant that his stitches were still intact. 

“It’s alright, I’m alright.” He reassured them. They nodded softly and before he could ask them whatever it is he wanted to ask them, they had turned to Ellie, looking her up and down, holding her upper arms gently. 

“What about you? Did they get you anywhere? How’s your nose?” They looked at Ellie’s face, searching it for an answer but Ellie just looked back at them blankly before shaking her head and looking down. 

Y/n wasn’t sure they believed her, but they didn’t want to push. They didn’t find any wounds on her so they decided that the best first thing to do was to get Ellie cleaned up. 

Joel rolled out his sleeping bag on the floor next to a wall so y/n gently sat Ellie down on it before walking over to their pack. They pulled out an old shirt and without thinking about it ripped off a big chunk. Then they took out their water bottle and poured some of the water on the cloth, ignoring how the water made the open gashes under their, now soaked, bandages burn. 

Ellie was sitting there, completely zoned out and Joel was trying to figure out how to warm this place up. Even though they were inside, the walls and the floors were made of concrete, and the heating wasn’t working for obvious reasons. It was cold but he couldn’t start a fire since the windows were sealed shut. 

Y/n gently tilted Ellie’s head towards them, only holding her by the chin. Ellie was still spaced out, shaking both from the cold and the stress still running through her body. Y/n knew what she was thinking about, trying to process the horrors of the past few days. 

She must’ve been so scared, alone in that horrible cage. Y/n didn’t know exactly what happened to Ellie, they were stuck in a different room in their own cage, but through their own experience they knew that this is something Ellie will be haunted by for a very long time. 

Y/n gently started wiping away the blood on Ellie’s face. Her nose stopped bleeding a while ago, which y/n took as good news. 

Joel, seeing how much Ellie was shaking and not knowing what else to do, took Ellie’s sleeping bag from her backpack and unzipped it all the way. He walked over to where y/n was now carefully wiping the blood from Ellie’s hands, and wrapped the sleeping bag around Ellie hoping that it would warm her up. Then he walked over to where y/n had left the other part of their, now ripped, shirt and picked it up. 

Snow had flown in when they got inside and was now sitting in a pile next to the entrance. Joel wrapped as much snow as he could into the cloth and walked back over to y/n who was still trying to get blood off of Ellie. He gently took the wet cloth from y/n’s hands to which they protested and tried to get the cloth back but he stopped them. “It’s ok, I got her.” He spoke softly. “Here, put this on your cheek.” He held out the improvised cold pack to them. 

Y/n looked between the pack and Joel, who nodded softly for them to take it. So they did, and then put it on their cheek. They didn’t notice how badly it was hurting until now. “Thanks.” They said to Joel who just nodded and turned back to Ellie, wiping the remaining blood off of her. 

Y/n sat there for a second, not really sure of what to do. 

These past few weeks as Joel was recovering y/n was constantly busy. They were the one to check on his wound, they were the one going out to hunt and look through the empty houses for anything of use, they were the one to take the watch at night so that Ellie could sleep. 

Y/n needed something to do, something to distract them from all these thoughts and feelings in them. They walked over to where their backpack was and sat down next to it. With their free hand they ruffled through their belongings until they found their first aid kit. It was mostly empty now, after all the time of tending to Joel’s wound, but it still had a roll of gauze. They put down their ‘cold pack’ and started to undo the bandages that were currently on their hands. 

They were soaked in blood, both their own and the blood of the hunters. Their hands had chapped from the cold, so much so that gashes split open in their skin, causing their hands to bleed. They didn’t have anything to treat their hands with so their best option was to wrap them up, at least to prevent infection. 

Taking the gauze off proved itself to be an issue. Their hands were shaking more than usually and it was very painful to peel the gauze from the skin. They struggled a lot but finally freed their left hand. 

Wrapping the hand, as it turns out, was going to be even more of a challenge. Last time they did it their hands were not in that bad of a condition. But after all that time in the cold and all the fighting they found their hands in terrible shape. They had to handle it. They had to. 

They had to fix their hands, and go back to taking care of the little family they now had. They needed to protect them no matter the cost. They weren’t going to let their hands stop them from doing so. 

They had to keep them safe, they had to- “Let me see that.” Y/n looked up to see Joel now kneeling down in front of them. They looked behind him to see Ellie who was now clean of blood, except for her clothes but it was still an improvement, wrapped in the sleeping bag and looking through the crack in the bordered up window. 

They then looked back at Joel whose hand was reaching for their now bandage-less hand. Not touching them, just giving them the option. 

They held out their left arm which Joel gently took, avoiding all the open wounds. He looked it over, then reached over to the now almost melted ‘cold pack’ next to y/n, got the remaining snow out of it, and gently started to wipe away the blood on their hand. Then he took the new gauze and started wrapping it around y/n’s fingers, asking them if it was too tight or if it hurt every once in a while. 

Once he was done with that hand, he repeated the process on their right hand, just as gently and carefully. Once he was done, Joel helped y/n put everything back into their pack and then helped them get up. “We’ll find you something to help with that later, ok?” 

Y/n nodded and picked up their own sleeping bag and walked over to where Ellie was starting to drift off. Joel sat down next to Ellie after pulling out the gun out of his holster. He stayed close to her but gave her space. Ellie however moved closer to him, leaning on his side for warmth and comfort. Y/n mirrored her, they sat down on the opposite side of Joel, unwrapped and fully unzipped their sleeping bag, and then carefully placed it on top of their and Joel’s legs. 

Finally, a heavy silence took over them. None of them could talk, all three were lost in their own thoughts, trying to process all that had just occurred. 

As it got darker outside, Ellie lied down on the ground, putting her head on Joel's thigh. She looked like a child. Of course Ellie was only 14 and still was a kid but right there and then she looked even younger, curled up at Joel’s side, sleep finally taking over her. Joel put his hand on her arm. 

“You should get some sleep.” Y/n whispered to him. “I can take first watch.”

“No it’s alright, you should sleep tonight.” He said in a lowered voice as to not wake Ellie. 

He saw that y/n was about to disagree but he shook his head. “I’ve slept enough already, and knowing you, you probably got no sleep at all.” Y/n got quiet and turned their head to look forward instead of at him. 

They looked exhausted, their skin was sickly pale and the bags under their eyes were almost as dark as that horrible bruise on their cheek. They were a stark contrast to the bright and funny teenager he got to know these past four months. The teenager that always had a look of wonder on their face, finding beauty even in the broken world around them. 

Sometimes when something reminded them of their past they’d get lost in thought, their eyes only focusing on the ground under them, but they’d always comeback to reality quickly, if not for themselves then surely for Ellie who’d talk her heart out until y/n said something back. 

The same Ellie at his side that hasn’t said a word in hours. It was uncomfortable to not hear Ellie's voice for so long. No questions, no puns, no sarcastic comments. 

And while now Ellie was asleep, Joel knew that she wouldn’t be back to her normal self tomorrow. 

His heart clenched as he realized that there’s a possibility she’d never go back to her normal self. Neither of them might. What if his two children will never be the same again? No more stupid jokes, no more silly arguments, no more talks about the stars, no more questions about the past and the future, no more wonder.

No more Ellie and y/n. 

How could he have let this happen? Doubt and guilt started clawing at his mind again. His weaknesses led to this. Because of him these two wonderful kids have been stripped of their identities. It was all his fault. 

He failed again and again and aga-

His thoughts stopped in their tracks as he felt y/n lean their head on his shoulder. Y/n wanted to stay up, they wanted to protect the two people they loved the most, but their body was betraying them. 

After weeks of barely any sleep, after all the fighting and running, they were shutting down. 

They needed to let go, they needed to sleep for at least a little bit, but they were so afraid that while they slept something terrible would happen and they’d wake up all alone, without a trace of either Joel or Ellie. 

Their eyes were drooping as they fought to stay awake. They tilted their head a bit upwards as they whispered

“Joel?” 

He hummed, letting them know that they had his full attention.

“I’m so tired.” They whispered. 

It was a confession. It was more than just about their body. They were tired on so many levels.

They were tired of being an adult when they should have been a kid, they were tired of being scared, they were tired of being unloved. 

They confessed that to him, quietly, not expecting him to understand it on any other level other than that of a physical tiredness. 

But Joel understood. Of course he did. They were his child. 

And it didn’t matter that he didn’t see them grow up, it didn’t matter that he wasn’t there when they spoke their first words or took their first steps. 

It didn’t matter that they weren’t tied by blood.

All that mattered was that they were there by his side, and he was going to take care of them. 

He was going to take care of both of them, both Ellie and y/n, because now he had two children. 

It didn’t matter that he failed, it didn’t matter that he wasn’t as strong as he thought he had to be to protect them. They were his kids and there was nothing he could do about that now. 

All his doubt and all his guilt was nothing compared to how much he cared about the two kids that were now clinging to him. 

He let go of the gun he was holding, leaving it in his lap, then he wrapped his now free hand around y/n’s shoulder, and y/n hid their face in his neck as they felt tears welling in their eyes.

“It’s ok, you’re ok now. I’m here, you can sleep. You don’t have to worry anymore. I’m right here. I’ll take care of you, I promise.” He reassured them quietly. 

That was all it took for y/n to start sobbing. He held them tightly as they let it all out. 

Joel had only seen them cry two times. 

First time after Henry and Sam, when they held on tightly to a shaking Ellie, covering up the young girls eyes when Henry pointed the gun at himself. 

The second time was back in Jackson, in that little room on the second floor. 

He regretted what he said, he regretted how he made those kids feel. 

Quiet tears slipped down both of their faces when he told them that they were not his children and he was not their dad. He was lying to them as much as he was lying to himself. 

But the way they were crying right now… he’d never seen them cry like this. 

They were trying to be as silent as possible, both for his and Ellie’s sake. Their body shook as they took in rigid breaths. 

Joel felt their tears on his neck, and it broke his heart. 

That was the moment that he vowed to himself that he would do everything in his power to make sure that neither of his kids had anything more to cry about like that. 

He knew that they’ve been through a lot. He knew that the two charming kids that had not only broken down his walls, but also crawled into his very heart and made themselves at home there, had lived through things that no human, let alone a child, should ever live though. 

He knew that they’ve lost people, he knew that they’ve been neglected and abused, left to fend for themselves for years. 

And as sad as it made him he knew that there was nothing he could do to change that. 

But as y/n finally fell asleep, their tears still wet on their cheeks and on his neck, and as he held the two sleeping kids in his arms he once again made a vow to himself. 

A vow to give these kids a childhood, a family, a home. 

He knew that they still had a long road ahead of them, their journey wasn’t done yet. 

But they’ll get through it. 

They’ll finish this whole vaccine business and go back to Tommy's. He’ll teach them everything he knows, he’ll take care of them. 

They showed him that, what he thought had died all those 20 years ago with Sarah, was still there within him. So he’ll do the same for them, he’ll show them that they can still be kids. 

He’ll show them what it’s like to have a family and he’ll watch them grow up. 

Yes, the road ahead was long and hard, and he knew that this wasn’t their last challenge. 

But it didn’t matter because they were all together. 

They had each other and if that wasn’t worth fighting for then he didn’t know what was. 

[arcadia-of-pluto]

Galaxy Corner; ✨️

Hey guys! I decided since I'm going to try to post things more often, I thought a nice little bio/about section was necessary. So let's get into it! 🩷 And I hope this doesn't disappoint you, if y'all were waiting for an update

Age; it's in my bio, but I thought it would be good to have here too. As of this post, I'm 23.

Behind the Name ☆; I go by Pluto online since I wanted to see if I liked the name enough to use irl. A few years back when I realized I was non-binary, I thought a special "name" was necessary so I chose Pluto since it's, well, special to me. Pluto has always been my favourite planet (I cried when it was declared a dwarf planet) and Pluto has always been my favourite roman god so the name just stuck. I always felt like the name was connected to me and I feel really comfortable using it as such.

Oh! And the word "arcadia" in my username means "a region or scene of simple pleasure and quiet." So I feel like my username translates to "safe place of/for pluto"!

Sexuality & Gender identity; this isn't a necessary thing, per say, but I just wanted to add it. I don't mind any pronouns used toward me, I don't really have a preference either. It is what it is and all of that. When it comes to sexuality, I assume I'm pan? I really only care for personality, but I do have a preference for men or more masculine people.

About Me; I dropped out of college, because I couldn't afford to dorm and I submitted my schedule way too late so I got classes I didn't want or simply couldn't do. I have crippling, social anxiety but once I warm up to someone, I'm 100% a yapper. I can ramble along all day if I'm on a topic I like. I have rosacea, which is a skin condition where the blood vessel in your cheeks are inflamed. It gives off an appearance of constantly blushing or sometimes a bad sunburn depending on the day. It also causes acne breakouts so very fun. I have four tattoos, all small, and I only like two of them. The other two are a bit too basic for my liking. I've dated twice in my life, both horrible experiences. I could say so much about them but that's a topic for another day. I'm left-handed and I used to draw a lot but now I struggle even holding a pencil since it's been so long. And that's...honestly all that's interesting about me! Nothing much else, I'm pretty boring otherwise. My personality really reflects off of the person who I'm talking to so, otherwise, I struggle trying to come up with a mental image of myself. 🩷 well that got too deep-

Experience; I've been rping since I was ten, writing oneshots on wattpad since I was fifteen until I stopped when my 600k views oneshot fic on wattpad got taken down for mature content 😞 so I do apologize if I'm work comes off as dated or a bit childish and short! I've never wrote long form content besides multi chapters of a singular oneshot

Plans for the future; I do have a part time job, but I'm planning on writing more fics and oneshots in the future! I have up to nineteen chapters written so far on ToF (Twist of Fate) and I have been writing down ideas for new oneshots or even shorter series for the future. I'm not sure how long ToF will be but I doubt it'll be more than 100...100 seems like a lot, and Love and Deepspace is still an ongoing game so I can't exactly wrap up the story any time soon. I also plan on posting some original works to here, though most will be isekai-themed since I've been really into those kinds of stories lately. My google docs are filled the the brim with ideas

Upload schedule; Weekends will be when I'm most active when it comes to posting since I work Monday through Friday, but I'll be semi-active throughout the day. I have a little bit of downtime at work, and a lot of downtime before and after work so I'll have time to reply to comments or follow anyone back!

Time Zone; For uploading purposes, I thought it would be good to disclose this. It's not too big of a deal, I feel. My time zone is CST.

Any other Fandom stories; I might get back to my old BTS ideas. I have a few ideas involving them so I might also add them. This is a multi-fandom account after all, but my main focus will be Love and Deepspace.

Currently reading; I get a lot of my inspiration from different animes, manga, and manhwas so you might seem common tropes reflected in my work. A lot of isekai and regression manhwas like "Who made me a princess?", "Actually, I was the real one.", and "Villains are Destined to Die" for example are really good and really got me into liking the isekai genre as a whole.

Side notes; While I do look over my writing, there will probably be some spelling errors or swapped words since my brain tends to skip over words whenever I type so if you notice anything like that, don't be afraid to let me know. If it's a huge mistake, I'll fix it but if it's something simple- like needing an extra comma or something, I'll leave it since it doesn't affect the overall reading quality.

Now, with that all being said, I hope you're excited for the next two or three chapters that I'm going to post this weekend 🩷 Some of my favourite parts are coming up soon!

Also, if I need to add anything else, just let me know! I've never had to talk about myself much, if at all ○o。.

[alias-sam]

Pierced by a Golden Soul

Chapter 5. Know Your Enemy Part 2

Platonic Jojo's x Reader

Summary: Fate is a bizarre concept with countless more bizarre implications. In life sometimes such extraordinary events happen that the only reasoning left must be fate. The tragedies that constantly befall the Joestar bloodline for example may be the unluckiest series of cards drawn in human history, or perhaps the work of a greater power. There is no way to tell for sure. Had Dio Brando or Jonathan Joestar moved slightly on a divergent path the world itself would be left very different. The fate or luck of the noble Joestar bloodline has led to destruction of evil likes of the Pillar Men and DIO. This story is of a similar caliber to that of the other Joestars (as I am sure you are familiar with them). This is a story of lost souls, compassion, hope, and above all fate.

Word Count: 3,125

(Crosspost from Wattpad, full fic is already posted there.)

"Son of a-"Know Your Enemy was knocked aside by some buff purple dude, causing the dictionary copies to disappear. You watched in disbelief as the stand growled and ran out of the room.

"What exactly is going on here kid?" The purple guy dissipated and right behind him stood Mr. Kujo.

"Um. Would you believe it if I told you I don't know either?" You answered, looking up at the man.

"Give me a break." The guy tipped his hat in front of his face. "You're a stand user, aren't you?"

"Yeah." You summoned your stand just to show him. He looked it over with a blank expression. This was odd. Two stand users in one day? You hoped these encounters wouldn't become a pattern.

"Do you know where the user is?" Jotaro asked abruptly. You paused, trying to wrap your head around the fast-moving situation.

"Its user was snooping around in the front office. He probably left after his stand started chasing me, but I'm not sure."

"Alright then." The man nodded, turning to leave.

"Hang on! Where are you going?"

"What does it look like? I'm going to track down the user." He looked back your way. "You coming?" He sighed. You stood in the darkened classroom, staring blankly at Mr. Kujo. Was he being serious?! Why was he so calm?!

"I-" You weighed your options. Either you helped this guy track down Blake and his stand, and possibly figure out more about your own stand; or you could just walk away and pretend you didn't see anything. Jotaro was just about to leave the room when you answered. "Wait up. I'll help." You relented.

"Just don't be a nuisance got it? And try to not get hurt."

"Yeah, got it." You nodded nervously.

You followed the man out into the hallway. It was like he had trained for the situation, and entered high alert mode.

"What's your name kid?" He asked while keeping his eyes on every possible place the stand could be hiding.

"Y/n." You said, trying to follow the man's gaze as it darted around.

"I'm Jotaro Kujo." He responded. "What about your stand?"

"What about my stand?"

"What's its ability?"

"I'm not sure?  Is it supposed to do something? I didn't even know what these were until yesterday. I haven't exactly had the time to experiment." You shrugged. Jotaro looked at you with a bit of annoyance.

"How much have you figured out so far?"

"The fact that they're called stands is the extent of my concrete knowledge sir." You told him nervously. This Jotaro guy was really intimidating. He sighed.

"Look, I don't have the time to give you every last detail so here are the basics:  Only stand users can see stands, only stands can touch or harm other stands, and damage done to a stand reflects onto the user, every stand has its own unique ability. Got it?"

"U-uh. Yeah, I guess so." You did your best to commit the rules to memory. Somehow you felt that knowing them would help you in the long run. As you blindly followed Jotaro, the uncanny feeling of being followed crept up your spine. Slowly, you turned around. Down the darkened hallway behind you was the stand, smiling and leaning against a wall of lockers. You cursed, Know Your Enemy was terrifyingly good at sneaking around.

"Have you ever heard of Sun Tzu?" Know Your Enemy smirked at you. Jotaro's attention was immediately brought to the stand as it slowly started walking towards you. "He was a Chinese military strategist during the 6th century. 'To know your enemy. You must become your enemy' it's a sentiment I can get behind!" The stand touched a nearby wall with its hand. A copy of the wall sprang up between where you and Jotaro stood. Affectively separating the two of you.

You frantically searched for the stand but there was no sign of it. The wall that had sprung up out of nowhere seemed to go on forever. You took out your own stand and had it punch the wall.

"Muda!"

"Ow!" Pain erupted in your hand. The same hand that your stand had used. It was a shock to experience the phantom pain for the first time. There was a small dent in the wall, but the copy held up. It was much sturdier than those pens you had stopped earlier. A nearby intercom buzzed.

"That's what you get for punching a solid wall!" Blake's voice taunted over the school intercom. "If you and Mr. Kujo just left the school on time like you were supposed to this wouldn't be happening." You tried to see if there were any doors nearby, but every single one as far as you could see had disappeared. "Now I'm going make this a very bad day for you both." Blake's laughter faded out as the intercom shut off. Suddenly the walls around began to move. There weren't many paths for to take, it was dark in the building, so navigating was quickly becoming more and more difficult. The halls around you didn't look familiar anymore, the walls had come to life, moving and configuring into something completely unrecognizable.

"Boo."

You turned around only for a fist to fly into your stomach. The force knocked you back and onto the floor. You clutched the area and groaned in pain as you slowly tried to stand.  When you looked up you were faced with the towering figure of Jotaro, and two more Jotaros walking up from behind him.

"Crap." You muttered as the Jotaros moved in to attack. The fighting experience you had in your life was negligible, so instincts were all you could rely on. As you summoned your stand you noticed something odd, navy-blue auras began to radiate off of each Jotaro.

The closest copy got to close for comfort so you kicked it in the shins. The copy reeled back, shifting in stiff, mannequin like positions before lifelessly falling to the ground. The one following received a punch from your stand. When the third copy tried to attack your stand his hand phased right through it, he stumbled past you and fell.

From what you could gather, the copies made by Know Your Enemy were tangible, material made by a stand. That's why the teacher could see the copy of Blake earlier, and why the Jotaro copies couldn't attack your stand directly. With all of your opponents on the floor you had the leverage to kick them. Using your stand, you got rid of the Jotaros, each were silent as their bodies shattered and disappeared. You stood alone in the empty hall, squinting into the darkness trying to decide on what to do next.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway and yet another Jotaro appeared. You took up your best imitation of a fighting stance, like the ones you had seen in movies. The 'Jotaro' raised both hands as if in surrender.

"Whoa! Slow down! I'm real!" 'Jotaro' smiled at you nervously. You watched him skeptically as he came closer. He moved stiffly, bending only at the joints as he walked.

"If you really are Mr. Kujo..." You glared at the newcomer. "What's the name of my stand?" You suspected this was a copy, and the way he was acting only made it more obvious.

"O-obviously your stand is named uh...." 'Jotaro' gave your stand a once over, a few beads of sweat trickled down his face. "Golden Wind?"

"Muda!"

You sucker punched the copy hard enough for it to shatter on impact. None of these copies seemed very bright.

"Jokes on you Fuxtaro. I haven't named it yet." Your stand's head turned to you. The robotic facial expression was still the same but something about the way it turned around gave an air of offense. Could stands get offended? "Don't look at me like that." You sighed. "We're in the middle of something. I'll—name you later...?" Your stand nodded, seemingly understanding the answer, and dissipated.

Taking a deep breath, you looked around at the surrounding walls, they were still shifting. The only thing that had really stayed the same was the tiled floor at your feet and the ceiling. There had to be a way out of here, right? First you had to find Jotaro, the real one. He seemed to know what he was doing.

There were no classroom doors nearby, but you noticed the security cameras. There was one right next to you, and another a few feet down the hall, a few feet after that was another. Did your school always have so many cameras? There was a red light blinking on the side of each one, indicating they were recording.

Slowly you made your way down a hallway to your left. You caught a glimpse of Blake's stand, as it ran past you, tapping you on the shoulder before running away. A wall appeared before you could chase Know Your Enemy.

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Meanwhile, Jotaro was also navigating the hallways of your school. He had attempted punching through the wall that shot up between you and him. Whatever stand user was doing this obviously wanted to mess with him. If he broke the walls with his stand it may invite the user to create more obstacles.

The stand causing this was obviously very powerful. Jotaro was caught off guard by this situation. Years had passed since he last battled a stand, years since he had summoned his own stand. Jotaro looked over at Star Platinum, the stand looked slightly different. Maybe it was his memory betraying him, but Star Platinum looked like it had changed colors. Jotaro brushed the strange thought aside and had Star keep a lookout for the enemy.

Jotaro's mind wondered to you for a moment. He had the odd feeling he knew you, but at the same time didn't.

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"What a drag. Here I thought this would be hard." Blake Greenmin giggled as he watched the wall of security footage in front of him. Blake smiled wickedly, turning on the school intercom. "Run and hide all you like; I can see everything in the school. You won't leave here alive!" Blake laughed maniacally as he turned the intercom off. "God you bastards are lucky copying people is hard. I can only give them simple commands..."

Blake glanced over the security footage. You and Jotaro were walking in completely different directions. Blake summoned Know Your Enemy and had it make a copy of you.

"Bring him here." He ordered.

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You made yet another futile attempt to navigate the hallways. This wasn't getting you anywhere. What else could you do? The red lights of the security cameras caught your eye again. Slowly, you approached the wall, summoning your stand. You had it reach up and smash the lens before quickly backing away. Quickly you looked up and down each hallway, waiting for something to attack. Nothing happened though.

Confused and tired you leaned against a nearby wall and slid down into a sitting position. Your stand just looked down at you as it remained standing.

"You wouldn't happen to have any ideas, would you?" You still weren't sure if this thing could think for itself or not. Much to your surprise your stand pointed at a nearby wall. You blinked a few times, trying to tell what exactly you were seeing. A few feet away you saw two strange lights, one was a gold-ish yellow, the other a familiar navy blue.

You squinted; the lights were moving away. You swung your hand in front of your face, and you were able to see the lights through your hand.

"What the hell?" you mumbled curiously. You got up and tried to move closer to the lights. The closer you got, the more the lights formed outlines. "Are you the one causing this?" You asked, looking at your stand. It shrugged.

Before you knew it, you were running, trying to keep up with the outlines, only to be abruptly blocked by a wall. No way was that of all things going to stop you. Immediately you had a theory. Your stand reached up to break the nearby security camera lens, before you could blink the wall standing in your way disappeared. It was one of the fake ones.

It was a long process of breaking random cameras before you finally got close to the source of the lights. You had rounded a corner but quickly ducked back behind it in shock. It wasn't every day you saw the back of your own head.

The copy wasn't attacking Jotaro. In fact it looked like it was leading him somewhere.

You stealthily followed the copy and Jotaro. If your hunch was right, it would lead you to Blake.

.......

Jotaro wasn't sure what to think when you waltzed up to him. Hadn't you been separated by the enemy? There was something off about you  now compared to earlier. Jotaro didn't have the time to question it, but there was something about the stiff way you walked that was off putting.

Your copy urged Jotaro to follow them to the front office.

"And here we are." Your copy said as it gestured to the office. "Blake should be in there."

"You're sure?" Jotaro asked skeptically.

"Yes."

You watched the exchange from a distance, not sure what you were supposed to do. Blake didn't like you in the slightest, and now knowing he had such a powerful ability, you could only imagine what he was ready to do.

Jotaro was led by your copy into the security room at the back of the office area. There was a large desk surrounded by a wall of screens, all showing black and white security footage.

"Okay we're here, now where is the user?" Jotaro watched your copy carefully.

"Oh my! It seems he left." Your double lamely lied. Jotaro glanced around the room, already weary from the clone's odd behavior. You followed Jotaro's gaze as it focused on the tiles in the ceiling. Strange, the ceiling tiles next to the wall were uneven, cut in half when they reached the wall. Almost like the wall was-

"Yare Yare. What a simple trick." Before you could even finish your thought Jotaro's stand appeared and destroyed the fake wall. The fake wall shattered and disappeared, revealing a flabbergasted Blake sitting at the surveillance desk. His expression quickly turned to one of malice.

"You saw through that?!" He yelled in disbelief.

Jotaro didn't say anything, he only glared at Blake while moving closer. The air in the room grew tense. Either stand could appear at any time, so who was going to make the first move?

"What are you going to do? Beat me up?" Blake backed away from Jotaro.

"That entirely depends on if you cooperate. Tell me how you got your stand." Jotaro said coolly.

Blake grit his teeth, that coupled with the way his body was shaking made it hard to tell if he was anxious or angry.

"Screw you!" Blake yelled having Know Your Enemy launch at Jotaro. In the blink of an eye Blake was on the floor, the beginnings of an impressive bruise already forming on his face.

Your copy was slowly creeping up behind Jotaro. Quickly swallowing your fear, you jumped in before it could do anything. When Jotaro looked your way you sheepishly waved and backed up a few paces, not wanting to become a victim to his wrath. The moment Jotaro was distracted a sly smile crept across Blake's face. In one fluid motion he picked up a nearby piece of paper and had Know Your Enemy make copies of it.

Before you could process what was happening a whirlwind of papers filled the front office, completely obstructing your view. It was like being hit by a wave, you flailed around a bit trying to  reorient yourself, but just as quickly as the paper appeared it vanished along with Blake.

You blinked a few times in disbelief, trying to wrap your head around what had just happened.

"He- got away?!" You exclaimed looking around the now vacant room. Jotaro was faced away from you. He was looking at the only door to the office. You could tell he was at least a little pissed off. At this point you gathered that it was maybe part of his personality. "Shouldn't we go after him or something?"

"No. Don't worry about it. With luck he learned a lesson and won't mess with you anymore. If he does want trouble though he'll show himself eventually."

"I don't understand how you're so calm in this situation." You sighed deeply, taking a seat on a nearby desk.

"You handled this well enough for someone with no experience."

"Thanks..." you and Jotaro sat on silence for a moment. Your gaze slowly crept over to the wall clock. "CRAP!" You bolted up and moved toward the door. "I need to get home!"

Jotaro mumbled something to himself as he followed you out of the office. Thankfully the walls in the school shifted back to normal and you found your backpack very easily.

"Kid wait a minute." Jotaro said, causing you to halt putting on your backpack. Jotaro pulled a business card out of his pocket and handed it over to you. "If anything like this happens again I want you to contact me."

"SPW?" You asked, reading the seemingly random letters off the card. Under the letters there was a phone number.

"Just tell whoever answers that you need to speak with me and we'll be in touch."

"Alright then..." you placed the card in your wallet, bade Jotaro an awkward goodbye and walked home as fast as humanly possible.

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Blake stumbled past pedestrians and businesses with labored breathing. After finding himself a fair distance from the school he decided to stop and catch his breath.

"Dammit!" He seethed, leaning against the wall of an alley way and sitting down.

"It appears you've had a very rough day." A dark figure emerged from the opposite end of the alley. He was tall, and dressed...oddly. Blake tried to back away from the man, but he was pretty much cornered.

"H-hang on- I recognize you!"   Blake was tempted to scream but the man motioned to stay quiet.

"You've started realizing your full potential." The guy gave a sinister smirk in Blake's direction.

"How did you know that?" Blake pressed himself against the alley wall.

"You'll know in due time my friend." The guy stepped back, trying to show he meant no ill will. "I'm here to propose to you a partnership." Blake looked the guy up and down critically.

"You're kidding." Blake laughed humorlessly "No offense dude but I need some explanation."

"First I need you to tell me who got in your way today. Do you know their stand abilities? Their names?" The guy asked, growing impatient.

"How would I know their abilities? Kujo's stand is really strong that's for damn sure." Blake cringed, gently placing a hand on his bruised face.

"And the other one?" The guy pushed curiously.

"I didn't see them use their ability...they don't seem to really know what it is yet."

"What's their name?" Blake gave a malicious grin.

"Y/n Jones."

[sga-owns-my-soul]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

thanks @wonkyelk and @esteefee for the tag!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

21 currently!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

27805! which is insane to me

3. What fandoms do you write for?

stargate atlantis 🥰

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Rodney McKay Has Worth (and not just for his brain) and Not Dating, but More Than Friends

Names Have Power

The Scientist and The Soldier

Expressions of Love and Trust

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i try to! i don't always see comments but i definitely try to respond, even it's just to say thanks for commenting i'm glad you enjoyed it! it means a lot to me when people take time out of their day to not only read my fics, but to also leave a comment. i always appreciate it!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

for posted fics, probably Bludgeoned, it's very angsty and ends with an vague insinuation that rodney may or may not survive his latest off-world incident. for fics in general it's definitely my Bad Timeline au wip where nothing happy happens

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Ronon Gets Mad at Sheppard, i think. i've got a lot of fics with a happy ending but i'm really proud of this one and how it turned out. it was a bit of a challenge bc i don't write ronon very often but it was really fun to get into his character and i'm happy with how things got wrapped up in that one, i think it's a very cute fic

8. Do you get hate on fics?

thankfully, no!

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

yesss i love writing smut 🙏🏼 im honestly surprised at how little smut i have on my ao3 honestly, i don't think i even have a kink fic posted which is my favourite kind of smut to write. i should fix that 🤔 (feel free to send me ideas!!)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i have written exactly one crossover in my life, i posted it unfinished on wattpad like a decade ago and it was a bones/one direction crossover where the boys got kidnapped by the gravedigger. i think i wrote like 4 chapters total before i abandoned it 😅

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of, and i really hope i never do. i have no issues with people sharing my fics but please don't claim it as your own!!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

not that i know of, but i would be so honoured if someone did!!!

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

i'm currently co-writing A Big Project with @the-mushroom-faerie but shhh it's a secret no spoilers

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

this will come as no surprise to anyone but it's mcshep 🥰🥰

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

so i had this idea for a fic about radek visiting rodney everytime he's in the infirmary, and it starts off with like a "hey can you sign off on these things cool thanks bye" but then after the storm he visits him and sees his arm and it progresses to radek getting very sad and stressed every time rodney gets hurt so he visits him in the infirmary. i've written a few scenes for it but it's such a big project that i doubt i'll ever finish it

16. What are your writing strengths?

i'm very very good at writing angst and sadness, probably bc i am a void of angst and sadness 😂

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

endings i'm so bad at endings i can't write endings for SHIT i feel like most of my endings suck lmao i also cannot do technobabble i'm not smart 😂

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i only speak my bastard native language so i have to rely on other people or google translate so i very rarely do it, but i think it's so cool when other writers can do it!!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

uhhhh i don't remember if it was one direction or dan and phil that i first ever wrote for, i wrote for both of them right around the same time

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

i really love all the fics i've written, both published and unpublished, but i think my absolute favourite fic i've written was this ficlet i posted here for a kiss prompt between ronon and jennifer (i just think it's so adorable and i love them and the little team dynamic/interaction is so sweet it's just so cute okay i love it)

Tags: @the-mushroom-faerie @spurious @frostysfrenzy @colonelshepparrrrd @frankthesnek and anyone else who wants to!!!

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Caught

!another old and never posted fic. expect a few of these!

Intruality (Remus x Patton) Warnings: masturbating, getting caught, minor degradation, riding, sex A request from my Wattpad

They had said they were going out. Patton had opted to stay home, claiming he wanted to cook up a big dinner for when they got back.

Which, he did want to do, despite the fact he couldn't cook for shit, but preparing macaroni was easy and who didn't love macaroni?

But, there was something else he wanted to do, and as he listened to them scramble to get their things to pack for wherever they were heading, Patton shuts the door to his room. It's not sound proof, and he can hear their clatter, but it was only a matter of time before they left.

They had already said their goodbyes to him, so it was safe to assume that they didn't plan on coming to see him again, giving him ample time to treat himself.

He waits until the clambering outside of his door is at a minimum before he fishes lube out of his nightstand. He sets the bottle to the side, focusing on unzipping his jeans and tugging them and his boxers down just enough to expose his flaccid cock.

Hearing the boys shout at each other downstairs, Patton takes the time to lightly grab his cock, giving it a few soft strokes, as he tunes out the frantic shouting at each other from downstairs.

Instead, he thinks of some rather... impure things, regarding a specific impure side.

Even morality had some rather interesting fantasies, especially regarding that certain side. He had to come to terms with the fact masturbation was natural, and that it was normal for the majority of people to get horny, and after he got over that, he spent quite a bit of time satisfying himself.

As he works his cock up to full hardness, little gasps and quiet moans slip past his lips, as he steadily gets louder.

He's thankful his door is closed, and that the others are downstairs. Not that he's being too loud at the moment, but the walls aren't soundproof, and if they were upstairs then there was the chance someone would be able to hear him.

But that was something he wasn't going to worry about. They were all leaving anyway!

And as he hears the door shut downstairs, and as all the noise disappears, Patton lets a particularly loud moan slip past his lips.

He was soothed by the assurance that everyone else has left, and let himself completely relax against his abundance of pillows as his hand squeezes his cock again, before moving a bit faster.

"Fuck," he curses, freely letting himself express now that he didn't have to maintain a persona for the others. He lets his head fall back as he moans out "Remus." Due to his own noises, he doesn't hear the front door re-open from downstairs, or the rather loud footsteps stomping around.

He was too wrapped up in his own fantasies. His thumb strokes over his slit, smearing his own precum over his cock, and he moans out Remus's name again, blissfully unaware that a certain side just happens to be sprinting past his room at that moment.

Remus stumbles over his feet when he hears his name, and falls face first onto the floor.

Patton hears that, and can barely think about questioning it before his door is quite literally kicked down.

He gasps, and as he watches Remus look him over, his brain catches up the situation, and his body finally moves to respond, grabbing his blankets and quickly covering himself up with them.

"Remus, what are you doing here?!" he squeals, hands tightening on his blanket.

"What are you doing in general?!" Remus responds, eyes going from looking at the blanket, to back to Patton's face, to the blanket again. "You're getting off to me, without me?!" He's practically screeching at this point, and the noise makes Patton wince.

"I just- I- I-" Patton's stammering, and he's red in the face, and Remus seemingly gets the memo that he needs to tone himself down. Difficult, yes, but Patton looks ashamed and admittedly uncomfortable at the moment.

"That's hot," he blurts, deciding that that would be a good thing to say here. Instead of judging Patton for what he's doing, which is indeed what he was doing previously. Not because he thinks what Patton is doing is wrong (he does it all the time so it'd be incredibly hypocritical), but instead because he was surprised!

"Oh," Patton responds, not expecting that. "Uh... thanks?"

"Can I stay?"

"What about-"

"The others? I'll text them and say some shit. Can I Pat? Can I stay? Stay and help your cute, pathetic ass out?"

"Uh... I don't actually like that. Being called pathetic, and other things like that..." Patton says, and Remus nods, before apologizing. That did quite a bit to assure Patton, though, knowing that Remus genuinely gave a shit about that.

"But, yeah," he says with a sigh. "Yeah, you can say. Just- please don't tell the others!"

"I'll make something up, don't worry Patty-cake." He pulls out his phone and quickly sends something to the group-chat, before carelessly dropping his phone to the floor and rummaging through Patton's drawers.

After a bit of scavenging, he finds a small bottle of lube in his bottom drawer, that Patton ends up flushing at.

He climbs into bed afterwards, easily tugging away the blanket covering Patton, before tossing the lube into Patton's bare lap. Remus shuffles out of his own pants shamelessly, before turning back to Patton.

"Can I ride you? Pretty please, Patty-cake?" he asks, taking hold of the lube again. Patton turns a darker shade of red, before he nods.

"Yeah- yeah, Remus. You can."

Remus needs no further prompting, rushing to scoot to sit on Patton's legs, as he quickly uncaps the lube and graciously pours a ton into his hand, before hurriedly grabbing Patton's cock and giving it a few strokes.

His intent is to lube up Patton, but he also wants to give Patton quite a bit of pleasure. He licks his lips as Patton moans again, bucking up without hesitation into Remus's hold. Remus grins.

"That feel good, Patty-cake? You're so cute, did you know that? So pretty and so hot; I can't wait to draw even more noises from you."

Patton moans louder, and then whines when Remus pulls his hand away.

"Do you- do you need to be stretched?" Patton asks, as Remus sits up on his knees.

"Nah. I shove enough up my ass that taking your cock will be a piece of cake," Remus responds, honestly. He then snickers. "Or, more like a piece of cock."

Patton laughs under his breath, and it makes Remus grin, before he re-focuses on sex. He grabs Patton's cock, using his free hand to grab Patton's shoulder and steady himself, before he lines Patton's cock up with his ass.

He then sinks down with no warning, taking Patton's entire length in one go. He groans, before tightening his grip on Patton's shoulder. "Fuck, Patty," he breaths out, rolling his hips. Patton's hands grab his waist, sweetly rubbing at his hips, and Remus is tempted to tease him for being so sweet.

He doesn't wait long before he lifts his hips, and roughly brings himself down onto Patton's cock, both of them moaning at the action.

"Pat- Pat," he says, lifting himself back up almost immediately. He was never one for being patient. "You feel so good, Pat. Doing so good. Letting me ride you- fuck!" he cuts himself off as he brings himself down again, Patton's hands squeezing his hips.

Patton believes he's going to lift himself up again, deciding that Remus is more focused on riding his cock, before Remus leans forward and pushes their lips together. His hands slide from Patton's shoulders to his shirt, where he runs his hands over Patton's clothed chest. Patton decides to give him the same treatment, and slide his hands up Remus's shirt and feel over his abnormally thin chest.

While doing so, Remus raises his hips again, and slams himself down once more, before immediately repeating the process. He sets a rhythm of bouncing on Patton's cock, letting out gasps and groans against Patton's mouth.

Patton's far louder, which is quite the surprise when he's up against Remus, but he can't help the fact that this feels good. Remus's ass around his cock, clenching and squeezing his shaft, he can't help but moan every time Remus sinks back down.

Remus goes down again, and suddenly his head is thrown back in a loud moan. "Fuck!" he exclaims, followed by a whine. "Fuck, Pat- fuck!" He positions himself when he rises in order to sink down and hit that spot again, and he does.

His legs are shaking when he rises again, pleasure coursing through his body every time Patton's big cock nails his prostate.

"Remus," Patton eventually gasps out, prompting Remus to cup his face.

"Yeah, Patty?" he asks, in between pants of his own, his bouncing never faltering.

"Close," he moans out in response, earning a breathy laugh from Remus. Remus pulls him in for another kiss, before saying "come on, my sweet Patty-cake. Come inside of me. I want you to fill me up so bad."

Patton moans, his hands sliding back down to Remus's waist. He squeezes the skin there as Remus keeps bouncing, before he suddenly slams Remus down on his cock, and leans against Remus's chest as he comes inside of him.

They both moan at the feeling, before Remus grabs his own cock, and quickly strokes it until he comes over his hand and Patton's clothed chest.

They stay like that for a moment, before Remus lifts himself off Patton's cock, grabbing the moral side and pulling him down into cuddles. Patton happily lets him, both of them silently deciding that they'll clean up later.

And, speaking of later, Patton quietly says "Remus? Can we... can we talk about this later?"

Remus hums, holding Patton closer. He doesn't care they're both naked from the waist down, or that his arms are wrapped around Patton's chest and pressing against the come-soaked fabric.

"Yeah. But specifically later. 'M too tired to deal with emotional bullshit."

They both laugh quietly, before Remus pulls Patton a bit closer, nibbling lovingly on his neck until he ends up asleep and snoring, and Patton drifts off mere moments later, neither of them caring about the fact that there was a chance the others could get home before they woke up.

[gurugirl]

I love loveable rogue so much. Im so sad its coming to an end but the story is so good and well done. Its the most underrated fic in your masterlist and Im surprised it doesnt get more attention! If Im honest it might be my fav of everything you have on patreon! Im so gone for both of them and todays update just had me cheesing and giggling the whole time. The way theyre meant for each other and so in love but YN has been so stubborn and she knows it is finally opening herself up to letting him love her and letting herself be happy 🥹

Do you know when youll post part 10? Im on the edge of my seat for the final update 😫

Also I love everything you have on Patreon but I just want to share some love for the underrated loveable rogue.

Ahhhwwwww! This makes me so happy!! It's a story I had in mind for a really long time and wanted to make it something for patreon only when I first started my patreon! But definitely I noticed it's quite overlooked in general and I don't know why but I certainly love it and I'm really happy you like it too!

I hope that once I've got all 10 parts up and posted more people will give it a chance bc maybe they don't want to read something that takes months for a small au to get completed (tho people do it on wattpad where some authors take more than a year for a whole series to complete so 🤷‍♀️).

Part 10 will be posted as soon as I've completed it! I've started writing it already and it'll probably be a couple weeks! The final part will be longer because it's the wrap up of everything. The whole story has been leading up to part 10 :)

I appreciate you hon! Thank you so much for your support! 🥰

xoxo

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

A New Kind of Distraction (poly!Pro!KiriMina x Bi!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: Pro!Kirishima x Pro!Bi!Mina x Bi!Fem!Reader (race not specific) 

Synopsis: After your boyfriend of a year breaks up with you on what would have been your two-year anniversary, your very good, very attractive friend Mina (whom you’ve secretly been crushing on since high school) and her even more attractive boyfriend Kirishima decide that the only way to get you over your shit ex is through a threesome with her and him when you get an invite to Dynamight’s birthday party. 

Warnings: Smutty Smut (MINORS DON’T READ), 18+, Mentions of Alcohol & Marijuana, Friends to Lovers, Poly Romance, Threesome, Swearing, Dom!Kiri, subby!Mina & Reader, Bratty Mina, Aged up!Kiri & Mina (both are 25) Spanking, Facefucking, Mild Degradation, Praise, Spit Play, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Clit Stimulation, PIV Sex, Pussyjob, Unprotected Sex (IF YOU DON’T WRAP IT, YOU CAN’T HIT IT), Mutual Orgasms, Aftercare, Bakugou catches y’all, Bisexual!Mina & Reader, Race of reader is not specified 

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you! 

Writer's Note: Hiiiiii!! Nice to meet y'all. I'm Jazz (or Jasmin) & I'm fucking nervous to be posting this. This is my first fic on Tumblr & I've been a lurker for a LONG time now lol.

I was known as the author JasminNelson then urgirlyjazz for a long time on Wattpad. My stories were fairly popular until writing on Wattpad got stale & I needed a clean slate. So now I'm on here & Ao3! I've very excited to be a part of the community of talented black writers I've seen on here, so I hope my writing is enough!

I've had this little idea for a while now, so I decided to finally write it. All criticism & tips are welcome too! Enjoy! -Jazz 🩷🩷

Ao3 link here!

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“I’m not going to the party, Mina.” 

“Why noooot?” Mina whines from her spot on the couch, still dressed in her pajamas of a loose Red Riot tank top and shorts that showed off her very impressive ass from many hours of pilates and work as a pro hero. Your eyes quickly flick away from the double RR, stark red and practically mocking you, on the front of her breasts. 

You turn your back to her as you stand in your kitchen in the apartment you both share as roomies and best friends, mostly to keep your eyes off her tits and that damn tank top as a reminder of what you don’t have anymore. You busy yourself by whipping up your iced coffee to go with your breakfast that you still haven’t prepared yet. 

“Well, number one, it’s way too sudden,” you begin to explain as you grab your thermos and fill it with ice from the fridge. “I don’t even have an outfit for something as big as Dynamight’s birthday bash.” 

Mina rolls her golden irises with pinups as black as inkblots as she sits cross-legged on the couch. “It’s tomorrow night, Y/N,” she huffs with a scoffing laugh. “We can go shopping once you get off work today. You get off at 4, right?” 

“Yes,” you reply, and you wish you don’t because that opens the door to the possibility that you’ll be interested in attending Bakugou Katsuki aka Dynamight’s 25th birthday party at his house. His parties have always been extravagant as soon as he became a pro hero, nothing but a show of his money and fame. Last party he had, his whip ended up in his swimming pool. “But it’s still a no. My plan was to come home and sleep like I always do.” 

“Yes,” Mina agrees, her tone accusatory. “Like you always do, and have been doing for two months with your depressed ass.” You whip around with your thermos, mouth agape. “Hey!” you shout defensively. “I am not depressed! And don’t joke about that kinda shit. Mental health is no joke.” 

“You’re right!” Mina agrees. “Which is why you should avoid sinking at the bottom of a depressive hole like you did before by coming out with me and Kiri. You remember what happened when that first month, don’t you?” She stands from the couch, giving you a good look at her toned legs and the very bright, very pink bra she wears underneath her RR tank top. 

Goddammit. Why does she always have to this to you? It’s bad enough you’ve had a crush on the girl since your days at U.A. High with her bubbly and silly self. You thought you had gotten over it once you both got older, but years later, with Mina now being dubbed the pro hero “Pinky” and you in college and juggling your job at a local financial law office, things have only gotten worse. 

You and Mina have been friends for years and you’ve seen her grow into the adorable, kind woman she is today, which makes crushing on her so damn hard. It’s even harder seeing her date your mutual friend since high school Eijoru Kirishima aka “Red Riot”, one of the sweetest people you’ve ever met, even after years of hard work and constant threats that would make anyone break. 

And whom you also have been crushing on.

Mind you, your crush on Kiri has not been as long-term as the one you have on Mina, but it is just as strong and just as pestering. But who wouldn’t fall for that big, goofy grin, that deep, raspy voice, and those muscles that you’re guilty of dreaming of touching for yourself? He and Minda dated right after they graduated U.A. High after years of secretly pining for each other and you couldn’t be happier for them…. 

At least, that’s what you try to tell yourself. Though they do their best to include you in their plans and not make you feel like a third wheel, between crushing on both of them and not having your ex to distract you anymore, hanging with them feels like slowly losing your mind. Every time Kiri comes to visit your and Mina’s apartment during his lunch break or on his days off, this results in you usually making an excuse to leave to avoid watching him and Mina be lovey-dovey and dry hump on the couch. 

And activities outside of the apartment? Forget it. You’d rather stay home and drown in ice cream and movies than watch your hopeless crushes giggle with each other at the restaurant table or cuddle in a movie theater. It’s fucking torture! But you know it could never be possible to be with either one of them. 

Realizing you’ve been silent for too long, you answer Mina as you move to get some oat milk creamer out of the fridge. “Yes, I remember, Mina,” you sigh, not wanting to. “That first month after he left me was not my hottest.” Mina clucks her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “I still don’t know what you saw in that guy,” she mutters.

You put your thermos on the Keurig coffee maker and press the start button, staring down at your painted nails and the cuffs to your sweater for work. It’s been two months since your ex took your heart, shat on it, and threw it in the trash all on what would have been your second-year anniversary. But according to him, he never had your heart in the first place. 

He had told you all of this while standing outside of the restaurant he wasted time making reservations for, humiliating you in front of the people who walked in and out the doors. “You think I don’t see the way you look at them?” he had scoffed to you, face twisted in a scowl. “You think I don’t know? How the fuck are you with me but you’re in love with them?” 

“I’m not in love with either of them!” you had shouted, in tears, makeup and night ruined. “We’re just friends! I had a crush on Mina in high school, but–” 

“And it hasn’t left,” he had growled. “Don’t bullshit me, Y/N. Whenever we’re all together, you look at her like you want to kiss her. And you look at her man like you want him to join!” 

His harsh words made you flinch, and it made you cringe even more that you weren’t subtle in keeping your feelings hidden from him. “I’ve done so much to try and show you how much you mean to me,” he said, his voice strained with emotion. “And yet…” He scoffed to himself, looking away from you as if he couldn’t stand the sight of you. 

You stared down at your shoes, ashamed. started to be angered with yourself at hurting him so…until he said this fuck shit: “I thought I was okay with you being bisexual, but deep down, I always knew this would happen.” 

Your head shot up so fast you could’ve gotten whiplash. “You’re kidding, right?” you scoffed, but his scowl told you differently. “You’re blaming this on my sexuality? Something I can’t help?” He was silent, walls behind his eyes completely guarding his true feelings.

You should’ve known that would’ve happened. It wouldn’t be the first time you were misunderstood for being bisexual in the dating scene: ‘So it’s not a phase?’ ‘Does that mean you’d be down for a threesome?’ ‘What if you cheat with a guy and a girl? I couldn’t handle that!’ 

The first month after that was filled with crying, self-loathing, and nights getting cuddles from Mina. The next month was better, but you’ve learned to keep a boundary between Mina and Kirishima, including missing out on hanging with them by taking up extra hours at work or going to your campus library to study for exams instead. 

“I just worry about you, Y/N,” Mina sighs, bringing you back down to earth. “Kiri worries too. He just doesn’t tell you because he’s worried he’ll cross a line. You don’t even hang with us anymore!”  

You sigh to yourself, feeling horrible for treating your friends in such a way. You want to explain yourself to them, but that would mean admitting to them the truth about why your ex left you in the first place and about the pitiful, embarrassing crushes you have on them. As the smell of coffee fills the air, the hot liquid becoming chilled from the ice in your thermos, you turn to a worried-looking Mina. 

“I’m sorry, Pinky,” you say apologetically, tugging at the sleeve of your sweater. Mina cracks a smile at the use of her hero name and your old nickname for her in high school. “I guess I’ve just been trying to distract myself from any romance…including you and Kiri.”

Mina’s brows furrow in confusion. “I mean, shit, Mina,” you chuckle. “You guys are relationship goals! Every time you guys are together, I feel like offing myself.” 

Mina giggles to herself, the sound like music to your ears. Then her smile drops. “Have we been making you uncomfortable?” she asks, and then gasps, horrified. “Have we been rubbing our relationship in your face this whole time? Is that why you stopped hanging out with us?” 

“Mina, Mina, honey!” You immediately come to her aid, putting your hands on her shoulders. “You’re gonna make yourself sick. No, you and Kiri don’t make me uncomfortable. You just make me remember what I had.” Or wish I had. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Mina softly says, looking absolutely gutted by this. “I didn’t even realize…” She trails off, staring down at her yellow shark slippers. You want to kick yourself, feeling like you just made her feel guilty for something that isn’t even her fault. 

Finally, she looks back up at you, a newfound understanding in those stark night eyes. “You don’t have to come to Bakugou’s party, if you don’t want to. I know his parties aren’t your scene and that’s fine! I just thought it’d be a good chance for you to have fun and relax because you so deserve it.” 

‘Do I?’ you want to ask. Do you really deserve anything close to peace after your relationship ended because you’re crushing on two other people that can never like you back? 

The Keurig buzzes, signaling that your coffee is done and making you realize that you’ve yet to cook breakfast, and you start your shift in half an hour. It also makes you realize that you do, in fact, need a distraction from your breakup, even if just for a little while. And you’ll make sure you stay as far away from Mina and Kiri’s love affair as possible while there. 

You let out a defeated sigh, earning Mina’s attention. “Fine,” you groan. “I’ll go.” Mina squeals, happily clapping her hands. “But only for an hour. I’m not gonna stick around and watch Denki try to take body shots off of every girl at the party again.” 

Mina shakes her head so hard that she’d put a bobblehead out of work. “Yeah, yeah, of course.” She squeals again, wrapping her arms tightly around you and giving you a whiff of her strawberry shampoo from her soft, pink curls. “Oh, this is gonna be so much fun! I’ll meet you outside of your office at 4 and we can go shopping!” 

“And get dinner,” you add, playfully batting her away. “Now shoo! I have to get ready for work.” Mina giggles and goes to leave you to pack up, but not before grabbing your chin and planting a kiss on your cheek that leaves you feeling hot in your sweater and your brain short-circuiting. 

Ten minutes later, when you finally grab your coffee and your bag for work and make it on time to the bus stop to take you to work, you wonder if this is really a good idea. Is it possible to stay away from your very attractive best friend and her very attractive boyfriend tonight, especially when alcohol is involved? 

Standing under the cherry blossom trees that grace the block of your apartment, pink petals cascading down around you, you look to the blue spring sky in prayer. “God, help me,” you moan. 

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When you and Mina step out of the Lyft she orders the next night and stand in front of the massive mansion brimming with activity and noise, you already regret stepping out of your apartment. 

Especially in the mini dress she made you wear after shopping the day before after your very slow shift at the financial law firm. Your boss wasn’t there that day, so you let yourself take a longer lunch than normal after completing all of your tasks as soon as you got there. It’s a pretty good gig–the pay is enough to keep the lights on, you get your own private cubicle, and it puts you in a position to meet pro heroes who have financial problems of their own, so the gossip with Mina is always juicy. 

You now wish you would’ve just made an excuse to go straight home yesterday instead of shopping for a good party outfit. Though you’ll admit you look good in the skin-tight, bodycon dress, matching pumps, and a push-up bra that makes your titties look absolutely scrumptious, the cool spring breeze sneaking up your thighs to your panties makes you think twice. 

Especially as Mina drags you up the steps to the brick walkway to Dynamight’s humble abode. You can hear the hip-hop music blaring from the speakers inside (sounds like Pop Smoke), so loud that the windows shake, and the DJ hyping the dancing crowd up into the mic. Multi-color lights flash from inside the living room, all different colors of rainbows. 

Mina, with her hand still in yours, turns to smile at you. She went for a black crop top that stops just above her toned stomach and low-rise jeans with rips at the knees that exposes the V-line that leads down to where your fantasies can only imagine. In her six-inch pumps, she stands just at your height, and her gold earrings dangling from her ears glint in the moonlight shining above the mansion roof. “Ready?” she brightly asks. 

“Definitely not,” you answer, nervously staring at your hands still connected.

“Aw, come on, girl!” she giggles. “You’ll be fine! Everyone you know is there. Bakugou is very particular about his guests. Plus, you look fine as hell.” She sneakily takes a handful of your ass, making you squeak. “No doubt you’ll find someone to get your mind off of that jerk. Now come on!” 

Before you can protest or even recover from the ass grab, she’s knocking on the door where a big, burly man comes walking up to the door with a very intimidating scowl. “Name?” he asks as he gets out a notepad. 

“Mina Ashido and Y/N L/N,” Mina answers, her bright smile never faltering. The guard looks over the notepad for a moment before nodding and allowing them through. As soon as they’re inside, he shuts the door and stands by it protectively. 

Your eyes drink in the large, beautifully-decorated living room where guests, many of whom you know and are familiar with, occupy. Most are on the dance floor that is separated from the front door by a red velvet rope, bodies bumping under the lights to the music. On the far right is a mini bar where three hired bartenders are serving drinks, from cocktails to rounds of shots.

Along the walls are love seats and lounge seats where you see puffs of smoke from lit blunts and hookah pipes float up to the ceiling. Near the dance floor is a DJ stand where the DJ stands working hard, taking a break from yelling into the mic. Though the party still looks like it is worth a couple thousand, it’s pretty chill for Bakugou’s taste. 

Speaking of Bakugou, when he yells at Mina and you from across the room, it’s like a record scratch in itself. “Pinky! Y/N!” he screams at the top of his lungs, waving one muscular arm at them from his little VIP area which includes the likes of the Bakusquad. Sero gives a wave too which you happily return while Denki throws up the peace sign, too faded to function as he snuggles with Jirou in his seat who gives you a wave as well. 

“There’s the birthday boy!” Mina happily laughs as Bakugou throws both arms around her tinier body, nearly knocking her over. “Damn, someone’s been goin’ overtime.” 

“You fuckin’ know it,” Bakugou slurs before giving you a hug as well. You can smell the liquor radiating off of him. “She got you out of the crib, huh? Must be a full moon.” 

“Very funny,” you scoff, throwing his arms off of you as he cackles. “And happy birthday. Surprised you didn’t go overboard this time.” Bakugou rolls his crimson eyes at your words. “Ugh, don’t even mention it. My publicist was up my ass about how my car ended up in that pool.” 

You giggle at the memory of that group chat where you, Mina, and the rest of the squad clowned Bakugou for his bad decisions. “And I’m surprised you put yourself in that get-up,” Bakugou comments, his eyes trailing over your form. “What, you my birthday present or something? ‘Cause I wouldn’t be complaining.” 

“Careful, K,” Mina says in a warning, protectively putting a hand on your lower back. It only makes your skin catch fire through the fabric of your dress. “She just got out of a relationship two months ago. I don’t think she’s wanting to take care of your drunk ass tonight.” 

Bakugou scoffs in disbelief at her words, making you giggle to yourself. “Don’t worry, Bakugou,” you coo, patting the birthday boy on the back. “There’s plenty of girls I’m sure would love to give a piece of another kind of cake tonight.” 

“And who would that be?” a very familiar, very sexy, rasped voice asks from behind you. “Certainly not you, right, Y/N? You’re way too good for this messy bitch.”

You slowly turn, finding the Red Riot to be standing behind you carrying two lemon drop martinis rimmed in sugar. And he looks so damn good–he decided to go casual with a loose mesh tank top that exposes his impressive pecs where you see the silver ring that adorns one nipple and muscular arms roped in tattoos, leather joggers that only leave to the imagination what’s underneath, and hightop sneakers. His red locks are tied half up, half down, though some strands still fall into his crimson eyes that are dead-locked on you and Mina.

He gives you both a toothy smile, cocking the brow that is pierced. “Well, look who decided to grace us with their presence,” he chuckles. “Two of the prettiest girls to exist.” Bakugou rolls his eyes at his friend’s words. “Stop being such a fuckin’ simp, man,” he groans. 

Kiri only laughs. “You’re just jealous is all.” He sticks his tongue out at Bakugou before handing you and Mina the drinks. “For you, m’ladies. Figured you’d get some now before other guests arrive. Deku and Ochako are running late, Shoto will be here later after visiting his siblings, and I think some other folks are coming.” 

“Thank you, babe,” Mina giggles and wraps her arms around Kiri’s neck. He returns the embrace, squeezing her against him before taking a handful of her ass with one muscular hand. “Who the fuck told you to come out the house like this?” he playfully growls as she squeals in his ear. 

You stand there awkwardly, not knowing what to do except sip your drink. God, you wish you were between that, feeling Mina’s breasts pressing against your front while Kiri holds your hips from behind, the hard planes of his chest pushing into your back. You picture the two of you together on the dance floor, hips rolling and lost in the bliss, hands caressing and lips on each others’ necks. 

“Oi, don’t drool on my floor, dummy,” Bakugou playfully growls into your ear. You startle, looking at his humored smirk. “I’m not drooling,” you hiss. 

His smile still doesn’t slip from his face. “You ain’t tell ‘em yet?” he asks, nodding at Mina and Kiri who are now laughing to each other about something Denki did an hour before they arrived, Kiri’s eyes loving and adoring as they regard Mina. “And don’t give me no dumb shit and say, “tell ‘em what”. You know what I mean.” 

Even if you wanted to play dumb, you don’t think you’d have the energy to. You take a sip of the lemon drop, hoping the taste of sugar, citrus, and vodka will help ease the tension you feel watching your friends canoodle as they stand at the bar now. “No,” you whisper to Bakugou. “And I never will. They’re my friends, Katsuki, and they’re dating.” 

“You know poly is a thing, right?” he asks like you’re an idiot. You roll your eyes so hard into your head that you swear they’ll roll out your skull. Yes, of course, you know that polyamorous relationships are a thing! You’ve never been in one before, but you know you want one with them. 

“Yes, fuck!” you hiss, irked. “Of course, I do, but just because it’s a thing doesn’t automatically mean they’d be down for it…or that they feel the same way!” 

“Who feels the same way?” Mina questions, now suddenly beside you. Kiri stands behind her with his own beer, cracking the bottle cap open with no problem. “Uh, no one!” you immediately answer. “Nothing! We were just…talking. Right, Bakugou?” 

Bakugou looks at you and then at Mina and Kiri, not even blinking. With a sip of his drink, he silently walks away, heading back to the VIP section to stop Denki from dry fucking Jirou on his coffee table and Sero’s horrible singing by impressive dancing to the reggaeton now blaring from the speakers above. Without him as a buffer, you feel awkward and embarrassed standing in front of your attractive, gorgeous, sexy friends. 

“Hey, why don’t we sit?” Kiri suggests with a grin. “Wouldn’t want either of you to get knocked over in these things.” He taps his foot against Mina’s pumps and then your four-inch heels. “How the hell you walk in those?” 

“These aren’t even that high, Kiri,” you giggle, stopping abruptly when he puts his large hand on your lower back. The light touch of his fingertips on your skin leaves a trail of fire in their wake. “I know nothing about women’s shoes and I’m glad I don’t,” he chuckles as he leads you and Mina to another lounge section. “By the way, you look really good tonight. Red is definitely your color.” 

The compliment has you flushing. “Doesn’t she?” Mina squeals happily. “I had to make the girl get the dress ‘cause she was adamant about not wearing it. Doesn’t she look like she’ll get some good dick by the time the party ends?” She smirks at Kiri who lets out a loud, belly laugh. 

“Mina!” you shriek, embarrassed. “Or pussy!” Mina adds with a devious giggle. “Sorry, girl. Can’t forget you go both ways.” You roll your eyes as you take a seat on the black loveseat presented to you farther away from the commotion of the party. “You’re impossible, and you’re not even drunk yet.” 

Mina winks at you, sipping her martini. “Nearly there.” Kiri takes a seat next to you first before circling an arm around Mina’s waist and positioning her to sit in his lap. His left arm settles there protective while his right moves to sling around the back of the couch, right behind your neck, still holding his beer. Like he’s protecting both of his girls. The nagging thought makes you sip your drink a little slower. 

“So what’s been up, stranger?” Kiri asks, flashing you an easy grin that makes your stomach flutter. “You’ve been good? Mina says you’ve been getting better since that dickhead dumped you. And on your second anniversary?” He shakes his head disappointedly. “That’s so unmanly.” 

“Tell me about it,” you sigh despondently. “I’m much better than last month. You should’ve seen me–nothing but tears, ice cream, and wine bottles. Mina will tell you.” Mina nods, clarifying your statement. Kiri frowns, not happy with hearing that. “Shit, Y/N. Why didn’t you come hang with us all that time? Was starting to think you hated us.” 

He says it like he’s kidding, but you can tell from his slightly saddened gaze that he means it. You feel even worse now. “I don’t hate you, silly,” you softly giggle. “But I’m sorry for making you both feel like that. I just didn’t wanna be reminded of what I didn’t have anymore.” You tick a finger between him and Mina. 

Kiri raises his pierced brow. “That’s why you always leave when I visit you and Mina? Or why you never come out with us anymore?” Your face burns with embarrassment. “I know it sounds stupid, but–” 

“Y/N,” Kiri cuts in, sounding serious, “if you were ever feeling uncomfortable with Mina and me showing each other affection in front of you, you could’ve said so. Especially since you just got broken up with. We would’ve been more mindful of how you were feeling.” 

Mina nods, agreeing, and takes your hand from across Kiri’s lap. “We love you just as much as we love each other,” she says, her soft voice serious and firm. “You’re our third piece, you know.” 

Third piece. Like another missing piece to a puzzle. Like the answer to an equation. Maybe it’s the alcohol starting to talk, but something in those words fills you with so much warmth and fuzziness that you have to shift in your seat to make yourself comfortable. “Thanks, guys,” you manage to giggle. “I feel much less like an idiot now.” 

“You should feel like an idiot for thinking we wouldn’t notice your change in behavior, dummy!” Mina pokes your cheek, making you and Kiri laugh. “But there’s nothing like a little alcohol that can change that.” She clinks your glass with yours, her glossy lips shining under the flashing lights. “How about it, Y/N? You down with hanging with us tonight?” Kiri’s eyes lock with yours, the softness in them pleading with you to stay. 

You didn’t have to be told twice. 

The next hour rolls by in flashes; clips that you know you won’t be able to remember come tomorrow. At some point, you notice Deku and Uraraka sneak in holding hands and give them a wave. Shoto slinks in as well alongside Hitoshi and Iida, who looks way out of his element here. Momo and Tsuyu come too, and you, Mina, and the rest of the gang of U.A. 1 girls chat for a while about your outfits and relationships before Kiri steals you and Mina away again.

In the hour, you consume about two martinis, two tequila shots, and a shot of Henny that is coaxed by Bakugou walking around telling people to drive the boat. “And no hands!” Denki had yelled beside Bakugou, just as ready to see you and Mina down a shot with a phone in hand and the camera light in your face. “But I get to pour it,” Kiri prompted, already moving to snatch the bottle out of Bakugou’s hands. 

Bakugou put up his hands in defense, allowing his friend to first pour a shot down Mina’s throat. The girl was ready, throwing her head back with her mouth open. “Tongue out,” Kiri had demanded in a low growl you’ve never heard before, and it sent a flutter between your legs that you had to clamp shut by crossing your legs. 

Mina did as she was told, sticking her pink tongue out to catch the stream of Henny that poured from the bottle. She took it gladly, swallowing it and then giving a gaping Bakugou and Denki a grin. She then looked at you with a mischievous smile. “You’re next, kid,” she giggled as Kiri loomed on you, a wide smirk on his face. “Don’t worry, cutie,” he chuckled at your horrified expression. “You can take it. I know you can.” 

Before you could respond or even tell your mind to stop getting in the gutter, Kiri was already coaxing your mouth open, tongue out, and the Henny was pouring down your throat in a short but strong stream. You swallowed it, feeling the short burn in your throat and then the warm feeling that wrapped around you later once it started settling. Mina squealed happily, hugging you tightly while Denki drooled and Bakugou went in search of new people to harass. 

After that, the alcohol really started settling in. You could tell from the warmth you felt all over your body and the way your stomach felt like it was filled with butterflies. Not to mention the way your pussy clenched. Mina and Kiri sitting so close to you don’t make it any better.

You all now sit with Mina in between you and Kiri on the loveseat, arms thrown over your shoulders. Her heels are off and her lip gloss is gone, her head tilted up to the ceiling as she mouths the words to SZA’s “Love Galore”. You look over at Kiri and see him swaying to the music, eyes hooded. You’re not sure if he’s tipsy too, but you wouldn’t put it passed him. 

“Ah, I’ve missed this,” Mina sighs contently. “Just us. Being together like this.” She puts one foot in your lap and wiggles her painted toes. “You say it like we’re all in a relationship or something,” you giggle and then freeze, realizing what you just said. God, is the alcohol really that strong? 

Mina stares at you, her gaze softer than normal. “Aren’t we though?” she questions. “Aren’t we all one big happy family?” You blink at her, not sure what she means or why it makes you feel so warm. 

Kiri must notice the tension because he lays a hand on his tipsy girlfriend’s shoulder. “Mina, baby…” But Mina is still giving you that soft-eyed gaze, one that makes your heart beat ten times faster.

“I think what she means is that things feel natural when it’s all three of us, you know? Like three peas in a pod.” He gives you a friendly, lopsided smile that eases the strange energy in the air between you. He sits back, sipping some of his beer. “But it’s better when you’re happy and comfortable.” 

Now you realize what Mina meant: you really are like a big, happy family. You, Mina, and Kiri, together. Two people you trust wholeheartedly with your secrets and weird habits. Two people you can count on to have your back through everything. The newfound knowledge makes you want to cry. You blink away the tears in a hurry, not wanting them to think you’re that drunk. Damn those fucking drinks! 

“I am,” you answer honestly, looking into Mina and Kiri’s eyes.  “And…I’ve missed you guys too. I like us together like this too.” Your words make them both grin happily, the sights of them making your heart swell.

“Come on, girly,” Mina giggles. “Bring it in closer!” You scoot over and hug her to you, breathing in her scent of perfume, sweat, and strawberry.

Kiri wraps his muscled arms around both of you, squeezing tight even as you wheeze and Mina cries out for him to ease up. “Kiri, you’re crushing me!” you shriek with laughter. 

“Not a chance,” he grunts playfully, but he eases up enough to allow you both to breathe.

You feel oh-so-happy you could kiss both of them. You were so worried that things would be awkward or that you’d ruined everything after not hanging with them as much, but now you realize how stupid those thoughts were. You’re so filled with love for them that you could just grab them and hold them, run your hands over them, feel your tongue caress theirs as you– 

“Oh, boy.” Kiri’s voice stops your heated thoughts from taking flight, his eyes directed towards the DJ stand where Denki stands with the mic in one hand and a red solo cup in the other. “Turn the fuckin’ music up!” he slurs into the mic. “I wanna see some ass! Ladies, single or not, get out on this fuckin’ floor!” 

The DJ is happy to oblige, switching to a mix of City Girls, Megan Thee Stallion, and a bit of those 90s songs like Uncle Luke and 2 Live Crew that make you want to hit the splits and throw your ass in someone’s face with your drunk ass. Mina squeals, already standing up and moving her hips, happy with the song change. 

“You heard Denki’s drunk ass,” Kiri chuckles to you. “Ladies first.” He motions his hand for you and Mina to go first. You stand on legs that suddenly feel like jelly and walk with a dancing Mina to the dance floor where it’s beyond packed. Mina takes your hands in hers and moves with you to the music, no ass-throwing yet.

Kiri stands protectively behind Mina, not touching her but still keeping watch. You giggle, moving your hips with her, and though your dance moves are pretty tame, it’s enough to attract someone from off to the side of the dance floor. And his eyes are on you. 

The guy is pretty nice-looking, but he’s not familiar. His leering presence is enough to make Kiri move in, standing between you and Mina, and the stranger. “Ah, sorry, dude. She’s with me.” Mina, finally paying attention, flashes a smile at the guy. “She’s with us, actually,” she adds with a wink. 

The stranger puts up his hands in defense and slinks away, but Kiri never moves away. Mina turns to you and wraps her arms around you, pulling you closer. “Right, Y/N?” she purrs to you, so close you can smell her perfume and peppermint gum mixed with the vodka on her breath. “Aren’t you with us?” 

The scent of her perfume, the closeness of her, and the alcohol are all making it very hard to focus or even speak. She doesn’t allow you time to think of a response before she’s whipping around and bending her knees, winding her pretty ass all up into you. Though you’ve done this plenty of times with her, it feels so much different now. Kiri laughs from beside you as his girlfriend pops off, even hitting a split before picking herself back up and proceeding to leave her breathless. 

“You’d better catch it, cutie,” Kiri chuckles. “Mina doesn’t play when she throws it.” He gives you a wink, telling you something only you can catch. “Oh, I know,” you laugh. “Neither do I.” Catching Mina by surprise, you whirl her around so she’s standing behind you and throw your ass into her. She gladly allows it, her hands gripping your hips to push into hers. 

“Shouldn’t you be the one in my position, sir?” Mina playfully scolds, and for a moment you forget Kiri is still here. “Get your ass over here!” You stand up straight as Mina pulls Kiri towards you and moves to stand behind him, her hands on his hips. 

“Oh, I don’t…” The words die in your throat as you get a look at Kiri’s hard chest and how close he is. You can feel his hot breath fanning your face and the cologne he’s wearing smells so damn good. Why does God punish you so? “It’s okay, Y/N!” Mina laughs from behind her boyfriend. “Throw it back on him, girl!” 

Kiri looks down at you, the multi-colored lights flashing across his handsome face and hooded eyes. “You heard her,” he whispers, a cheeky grin on his face. “Lemme see what you got, cutie.” 

He’s called you “cutie” so many times before, but this feels different. Personal. You’ve danced with him before too, of course, but never like this: so intimate and nasty, your ass winding into his hips that push into yours, moving in time with the beat. But you’re too gone in the alcohol, the music, and the closeness of Kiri to think rationally. 

You can see why Mina always brings Kiri to parties and clubs with her because the man can keep up. At one point, he picks you up and bounces you up and down against him, your titties jiggling in your bra and hair flying, your and Mina’s shrieks of laughter heard among you. He does the same thing to Mina too, leading you to hype him up and take your phone out to snap a video. You can only imagine what the man can do in bed with moves like that. 

After the freaky music ends, it only gets freakier, the tempo growing slower and more sensual. You recognize the song now playing as that mashup between Beyoncé’s “Cuff It” and Twista’s “Wetter” (Remix here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbyPBIy_qYA). The energy on the floor shifts as bodies begin to bump and grind under the lights.

The energy in the air shifts too as Mina suddenly moves behind you, sandwiching you between herself and Kiri. “Now we switch,” she giggles softly, the sound breathy and barely above a whisper. “Stand close to me. Don’t want you gettin’ away from us this time.” 

You find yourself unable to speak as both press against you from the front and the back, Mina’s hands on your hips and grinding herself into your ass. Kiri has his hands on Mina’s ass, meaning his arms around wrapped around you since you’re sandwiched in between. “Is this okay?” he whispers against the shell of your ear. “Still feelin’ good, babe?” 

“I…I…” Your words are soft and weak. You wanna tell him you feel like a prisoner in a very sexy and tempting jail cell, but how the fuck would that sound?

Kiri smiles down at you, his gaze less than friendly. “I know I told you already,” he whispers, “but you look really good tonight. And you’re wearin’ my color.” He inhales sharply as one hand moves to run down your hip, his fingers gliding across the fabric. “You don’t know what that does to me.” 

Your mouth is parted with unspoken words, your mind desperately trying to make sense of what’s happening. Before you can, Kiri twirls you around so you’re facing Mina and he’s behind you, his hard body swaying with both of yours. Mina wraps her arms around your shoulders and moves closer so you’re chest to chest, stomach to stomach.

You can’t focus on anything other than how good this feels, being between them like this, where you feel as if nothing could ever touch or harm you. You find yourself leaning your head back into Kiri’s chest, neck exposed to his lips or teeth if he wishes to take a bite of you. You’d welcome it. 

But it isn’t Kiri who decides to assault your neck in kisses. It’s Mina. The scent of her strawberry shampoo hits your nostrils as her lips caress the exposed skin of your neck. You resist the urge to whimper, and you don’t know whether you should push her away or welcome her.

“We should…we shouldn’t…” The words coming from your mouth are barely audible, even to you. The scent of Kiri’s cologne and Mina’s lips on your neck are enough to silence you as your pussy clenches in your panties. 

Just as the song changes to something just as slow and sensual, specifically that Ariana Grande x Ciara mashup that you’ve found Mina winding her hips in the kitchen many times to (Remix here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMfl3yOQ3us) and you begin to think the DJ is trying to get the dance floor pregnant, Mina moves her head from your neck to look at you. Her gaze is soft and hungry, less than friendly. 

The air is charged, shifting to something completely different. Something heated and tempting, nasty yet sensual. Then, like a full moon, Mina’s face gets closer to yours and her lips are suddenly on yours. They’re soft and slightly sticky from the remains of the Fenty gloss that coated her lips. Your eyes are open, wide with shock, and her lips move against yours, the tip of her wet tongue caressing your bottom lip, but not coaxing it open. 

The kiss lasts for what feels like an eternity, but it’s only for about twenty seconds at the least. In that moment, your mind goes blank and all words cease to exist. Mina’s eyes flutter open to look at her, her golden irises soft. “Thank God for those martinis,” she sighs softly. “Or else I wouldn’t have been able to finally do that.” 

You blink at her, silent, not understanding what the fuck just happened. But that’s stupid because of course you do! Your friend, your beautiful, amazing, talented, sexy best friend, just kissed you in the middle of the dance floor. “W-What?” you dumbly ask. “What did you do?” 

Mina is still giving you that soft, longing look as her arms drop from your neck. “Would you believe it if I told you that I’ve been crushing on you since our U.A. days?” she asks as if afraid to find out the answer. 

You blink again, rapidly, making sure this isn’t a dream or some hallucination from inhaling too much weed. “Wh-What?” you dumbly, idiotically, stupidly, and drunkenly ask again. 

“She’s not the only one, cutie,” Kiri guiltily says from behind you. You turn to face him and he’s giving you an apologetic look. “I’m guilty of that too. But we were all such good friends back then too that I didn’t wanna say anything.” 

Mina nervously wrings her hands together, looking less than confident. “Me either. And then Kiri and I started dating, and we both admitted to each other our feelings for you. We just weren’t sure if we should ever say anything, especially when your ex came into the picture. I mean, poly relationships aren’t exactly new, but they’re still kinda taboo in society, y’know? They’re misunderstood.” 

Kiri nods, agreeing. “Plus, we’ve never been in a poly relationship before, so it’s still new to us too.” He rubs the back of his neck, causing his tricep to bulge. 

You look between your two friends who look like they wanna dig their hands in the sand and never come out, and you can’t believe anything they’re saying. This has to be a dream, right? There’s no way this is real. It’s just too good. Too sweet. Too much of a blessing. Your mind races as you attempt to process their words and confessions, and the fact that they feel the same way as you. “Shit.” It’s all you can muster. 

Mina’s eyes widen an inch and she looks downright terrified. “Fuck, we’re overwhelming you, aren’t we?” she laments. “I knew we should’ve waited! I fucked up with that kiss, didn’t I?” She moves to back up, nearly bumping into someone, but Kiri grabs her arm to stop her. “Mina, baby, relax.” 

“You didn’t!” you say loudly, your hand shooting out to stop her from leaving. Then again, softer, “You didn’t.” Mina blinks, surprised. You lick your dry lips and will yourself to tell the truth. It’s too late to turn back now. “My ex broke up with me because he knew my heart lied with another,” you softly admit as you take Kiri’s hand into other empty hand. “Or rather two others.” His eyes widen in realization. 

“I’ve wanted you both for a long time now,” you softly admit, even as the heat in your cheeks rises and you want the floor to swallow you up whole. Especially as the silence between you swells uncomfortably so. 

Suddenly, Kiri’s gaze grows hooded and dark, all kindness gone. “Fuck,” he growls, unable to stop himself now. He grabs a hold of you by your waist and allows you to let out a tiny gasp of surprise before his lips are suddenly on yours. His lips is a little less soft than Mina’s, but still sensual and careful, his tongue asking for access to your mouth by caressing your bottom lip. 

You allow it, your mouth parting so his tongue can slip in and caress yours. You can taste the liquor, the slight tang of beer, and mint gum in his mouth as his tongue dances with yours, the feeling making you moan softly against his lips. You’re aware of Mina’s hands on your hips and her lips on your neck, making you want to shake from the feeling. This is just too much. The high is just too good. 

The sound of wolf whistles and Bakugou’s cackling in the mic make you and Kiri jump away, the kiss leaving you lightheaded. “Awww, shit, they fucking on the dance floor!” Denki hollers into the mic. “Get some!” He is still standing with the DJ as Bakugou and Sero laugh from beside him, both making obscene gestures at Kiri who flushes. 

Mina gives them the finger and turns to you both, her gaze electric. “Let’s go somewhere more private,” she whispers. You can’t agree more, and neither can Kiri. His calloused hand, rough from years of training and hero work, grab yours and Mina’s, practically dragging you off the dance floor to the banister leading up the winding staircase to Bakugou’s upstairs area. 

“No fucking in my bedroom, nerds!” Bakugou yells into the mic.

“Use protection!” Sero calls after you all as you practically run upstairs, Kiri nearly knocking one guy down as he stands blocking the stairs.

You don’t stop moving until you’re finally upstairs, hidden away from the prying eyes and ears of the party. The hallway is long and dark, many of the doors leading to guest rooms reserved for only Bakugou’s closest friends. His grand bedroom, which is right down the hall, is locked, the only doors open being some guest rooms and the bathroom on the left. 

“In here,” Mina whispers, already cracking open an unlocked door to a grand guest room. Kiri lets you and Mina slink in first before he walks in, shutting the door behind him.

The guest room is quite beautiful and clean with a flat-screen mounted on the wall and facing a king-sized bed covered in a soft, black comforter, a nightstand, a private bathroom, and a sliding glass door that leads out onto a balcony where the moonlight shines into the bedroom, lighting the darkness. It doesn’t appear that the door has an inside lock, but you doubt anyone will come upstairs to find you…or you hope not. 

You find yourself not really caring, especially when you’re standing in a room, alone, with your longtime crushes finally. Mina stands in the middle of the room, the moonlight making her hair look like a halo. She looks beautiful.

“Finally,” she sighs, exasperated. “I thought I was gonna have to start fucking you on the dance floor.” She steps toward you, eyes sensual slits. She takes her time; a predator assessing her prey. 

She doesn’t speak as she continues to saunter towards you and you don’t move. Your feet are frozen in place. She finally makes it to you and wraps her arms around your waist, bringing you close. “Now tell me all about how long you’ve wanted us.”

Her lips find yours once more, caressing your mouth. Her tongue slips into your mouth and swirls against yours for a few seconds before her lips suck gently against your mouth. A tiny moan leaves her lips at the soft sunction, the words taken right from your lips. 

As she gently releases your tongue, a thin strand of saliva glints between your mouths that seem to make you wetter. It even affects Kiri–you can hear the soft groan that leaves his lips from somewhere behind you. Mina gives you a playful smile, her eyes never leaving yours as her pink lips coat your neck and collarbone in kiss, her fingers dancing across your back. 

You moan softly at the feeling of her everywhere all at once. “Mina…” Her name is a sigh on your lips. 

“Tell me all about how much you’ve wanted to kiss me,” she coos, her lips like a sweet drug to you. You just want more. “Or kiss Kiri.” She pulls away and gazes at Kiri who has been standing there respectfully behind you but his fists are clenched and his joggers aren’t doing much to hide the bulge there. Your eyes widen at the size. He’s huge. 

Mina giggles to herself as her fingers glide down your hips. “I bet you’ve been dreaming about trying him for yourself, hm? Well, now’s your chance. We get to share him tonight.” Your mouth drops at her words and you stare at her, dumbfounded. She must take your reaction wrong because her smile fades, her eyes nervous. “I-If that’s what you want.” 

If that’s what you want. ‘Does a bear shit in the forest?’ you think. Of fucking course that’s what you want!

Kiri steps a little closer, still giving you space to feel comfortable. “No pressure, cutie,” he softly, encouragingly, says. “This is all about you. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about this a few times.” A light dusting of red coats his cheeks, matching his stark red hair. 

All about you. The words are sweet but they don’t make you feel too good. You don’t want tonight to just be about you. You shake your head slowly at Kiri. “No. It’s about us.” You take his hand, bringing him closer to you and Mina. To his girls. “I’ve wanted this since our U.A. days. I’ve thought about us, together, like this.” 

The happy smile that crosses both Kiri and Mina’s lips makes your heart flutter. If you got a contact high from all that weed and hookah smoke floating about downstairs, then this is the best hallucination ever. Mina wastes no time cupping your face in her hands and kissing you again, passion and words left unsaid for years exploding through that one move. You return the kiss, moving your hands to hold her slim waist against you. Your tongue glides into her mouth, unable to get enough of your touch.

“Fuck, Y/N,” she softly moans into your mouth. “You taste so good.” The sound of your name on her lips, so lewd yet so sweet, goes straight to your clit, making the tiny bud jump in your panties. 

You’re hyper aware of Kiri’s strong hand caressing your back as you and Mina makeout, lips and tongues dancing with one another. “Fuck,” he exhaled sharply. “That is so fucking sexy, seeing you pretty girls kiss like that.” Pretty. He called you pretty. “Is it okay if I join?” 

Mina pulls away from the kiss and raises a brow at him, laughing. “Are you kidding me? That’s why you’re here!” She yanks him over, having him stand between you and her. “Get your sexy ass over here.”

Kiri is like a very sexy wedge between you and Mina, nothing but muscles and a 6 ft frame that towers over you but doesn’t make you feel intimidated in any way. You’d gladly let the man toss your ass around like a rag doll, fuck you any way he wants to. But it makes you even wetter to know he’d ask you first and do it how you want it done. 

“Is that okay with you?” he asks, eyes serious. You nod, unable to speak, but Kiri ain’t having none of that. His hand moves to caress your chin, making you flush. “Gimme a yes, cutie. Not just a nod.” 

You don’t know how you manage to speak, but the tiny “yes” that leaves your lips are enough for him. A smirk crosses his lips and it soaks your panties even more. “Good girl.” 

God, as if you couldn’t get any more aroused. Those two words make every single cell in your body come to life. Kiri doesn’t allow you time to process the words when his mouth finds yours, swooping in to give you one toe-curling kiss.

Mina, ever the observant little minx, notices your reaction to Kiri’s praise though and giggles. “Oooh, you found her weakness. She just loves being called a good girl. And a word of advice: she goes insane for praise too….and neck kisses.” 

Kiri pulls away, looking at her in surprise, and then at you. “Oh, yeah?” he asks, quirking curious a brow at you. 

“Hey!” you gasp as Mina pokes her tongue at you. Leave it to this sneaky bitch to use your confessions of kinks against you after many times of talking about sex between two girl friends. You eye Kiri, pursing your lips at him. “And I bet you know she loves a hand on her throat. And spankings.”

Mina flushes while Kiri smirks. “Oh, don’t I,” he growls. One hand comes down to smack Mina on the ass, the sound of his hand coming down onto her cheeks and Mina’s little yelp turning you on. “Little brat, ain’t she?” 

You nod in agreement as he turns back to you, his gaze softer now. “Before we go any further, is there anything you don’t want me to do or say? Any boundaries I shouldn’t cross?” 

“Uh…” You try to grasp for something to answer his question. Really, you’d let them both do whatever they wanted to you, but you can understand why he’s asking. This is the first time either one of you are together like this. So you answer honestly: “Not really. I don’t mind being called a slut. And I guess just let me know if you wanna do rougher shit with me.” 

Kiri nods, understanding, as Mina throws an arm around his neck. “Oh, don’t worry, pretty girl,” she purrs. “Kiri’s a gentleman. He’ll be as soft or as rough as you want him to be. You’re in good hands.” Your eyes trail over Kiri’s face, your eyes locking with his. “I know,” you whisper, only for him to hear. You trust him and Mina completely with your body, your heart, your soul. 

Those words make every single restraint Kiri had on himself crumble. “Come here, gimme that neck,” he growls, and his lips begin to assault your neck and shoulders, giving you the sweetest, wettest kisses everywhere he can reach. “Fuck, you feel so good against me,” he groans against your skin. “It took everything in me to not fuck you up on that dance floor.” 

The dirty secrets leaving his lips make you moan, throwing your head back, unashamed and unabashed. “So now you know we both wanted to jump your bones,” Mina purrs, now suddenly beside you, her breath fanning your face. “Watching you two like this is so…fuck. Why don’t we finally get out of these clothes?” 

Kiri pulls away, his look hungered. You don’t even think your ex looked at you in such a way. “I thought you wouldn’t fucking ask. I was so close to ripping those clothes off of both of you.” 

“That’s not gentleman-ly at all, sir!” Mina mockingly scoffs. “Bad boy. Now you’ll have to watch instead of us.” She lays a hand on Kiri’s hard chest and playfully pushes him back onto the bed. He falls back against the soft mattress with a light laugh, the sound making you laugh too. “Just watch us for now, baby. Relax and enjoy the show.”

The moonlight illuminates Kiri’s face and you can see every ounce of lust in them. “Fuck…Yes, ma’am.” He does as his girlfriend says, moving against the headboard to put his muscled arms behind his head, enjoying the show unfolding before him. 

Mina comes up behind you, her fingers reaching for the zipper to your dress. “Come here, pretty girl. Let me get this zipper down for you. Is that okay?”

At your slow nod, she slowly brings the zipper down until your dress pools at your heeled feet. She softly gasps at the familiar push-up bra and panty set that adorns your skin, and Kiri groans, recognizing it too. “Rihanna’s lingerie? Naughty girl. I bet you were hoping you’d get fucked tonight, didn’t you?” 

Her hands come to cup your ass, gliding all over your hips and lower back as her lips kiss the back of your neck. Her hands then glide to the front to cup your breasts, gently needing them in the lace cups of your bra. “Ah…” The sound leaves your lips, feeling like a release. 

“Probably not by two though,” she giggles, eyeing Kiri. He lays there, the tent in his joggers growing bigger. “Lucky me. You’re still in your clothes though, Mina. Don’t you wanna join our pretty girlfriend?” 

Girlfriend. Our girlfriend. Fuck, if you would have died now, you’d die a happy woman.

You turn to assist Mina, wanting to get your hands on her. “Lemme help.” She happily allows you to strip her off her clothes, leaving them discarded on the floor. She is just left in just her pumps, a black bra that brings out her pink skin, and a matching thong that makes her ass look immaculate. So many times you’ve dreamed of touching those impressive, toned globes, smacking it, squeezing it. 

She lets you do it now and you can’t stop yourself. Your hands have minds of their own as they glide all over her ass and hips, your lips on her neck. The sounds that leave her lips are music to your ears, testimates of how good you’re making her feet.

“Yes, baby, touch me,” she softly gasps. “Let me touch you too.” Her lips find yours as her fingers find your panties, sneaking between your thighs to touch your fabric-covered flit. “Fuck, Mina,” you moan, unable to hold back. 

Her hand doesn’t stop its slow but deliberate strokes against your clit, moving to cup your sex and grind her palm into your mound. Sparks of pleasure shoot into your clit at the feeling of her palm against it, the feeling making your toes curl in your heels. You don’t even remember that Kiri is there until he lets out a strained groan. “Fuck, I love watching you two.” 

Mina pulls away from you and turns to look at him, a sexy smile on her face. “We can tell.” You turn to look at him and you find his hand in his pants, stroking his hardened dick that is still hidden from view beneath his joggers. He smirks lazily at you. “You like seeing me stroke myself, baby girl?” he coos. “It’s okay, you can look. It just makes me harder for you.” 

You can’t look away, practically salivating at the sight of his hand moving up and down beneath the fabric of his pants. Mina unabashedly stares too, her chest rapidly moving up and down at the sight. “Maybe we should help him out, Y/N. Put him out of his misery.” Her eyes twinkle as she looks at you and then kneels down at the bedside. 

Kiri practically scrambles to move closer to her, putting his legs over the bedside so she can reach. She smiles up at you, curling her finger to beckon you forward. “Come on, kneel with me.”

You’re helpless to resist –both by the sight of Kiri’s bulge and the curve of her breast peeking out of her bra cup as one of her straps falls loosely down her shoulder. You kneel beside her, feeling quite sexy as you do. “Go ahead and take off his pants.” 

You oblige and reach for the waistband to Kiri’s joggers. He lifts his hips for you, giving you easier access to get them off his hips before lowering them back down. “Fuck yes,” he breathlessly says, “and I’ll work on my shirt.” 

You go to help, but he stops you. “Nah. I’ll take care of the rest of me. You just worry about getting my pants down, okay, cutie?” He winks at you, making you flush and giggle like a damn schoolgirl. “Okay,” you breathlessly reply. He works fast to strip himself of the flimsy tank, flinging it somewhere on the floor, forgotten and unimportant. 

As you move his joggers down his legs sinwey with muscle, your eyes graze his impressive body–it’s nothing but muscle, pecs that could make great pillows, a six-pack granted by hours of workouts and discipline. His hooded eyes meet yours as his pants are finally at his feet, and then in one swift motion, gone when you take them down. “Good girl…now take my dick out.” 

You’re happy to oblige, your hands quickly moving to pull him out. And good Lord, you needed a warning! When you wrap your hand around his his big, hard dick and pull it out, your mouth falls open. He’s big, thick, and curves upwards, nothing but veins and precum that bubbles at the head for you and Mina that leads up to a patch of trimmed, black curls that are his natural pubic hairs. He has the most beautiful dick you’ve ever seen. It’d give any male porn star a run for its money. 

You can’t stop yourself from licking your hand and wrapping it around the base and stroking up and down slowly. You tighten your grip enough to add friction, watching as soft sighs of pleasure leave Kiri’s lips. “That’s it,” he coos. “Fuck, your hand feels so good!” He throws his head back, exposing his neck and bobbing Adam’s apple to you. 

Mina giggles from beside you, intently watching you work Kiri’s cock. “Stroking him already? Greedy girl. You didn’t even give him time to breathe.” She moves closer, whispering in your ear. “Mmm, isn’t he so big? And so hard for us? Bet you’ve wondered what it’d feel like in your hand.” 

‘Yes,’ you think, lips parted in astonishment as you watch your hand stroke Kiri up and down, the skin there stretching at your movements. Precum continues to drip down your hand, leaving you salivating. You want to taste him. 

“That’s it, nice and slow,” Mina coos into your ear. You listen, still working Kiri just right. He must think so too because he moans and grunts at the feeling, not holding anything back. The sounds drift up to the ceiling and make you even wetter. You’re practically soaking the floor through your panties. 

“Listen to those moans!” Mina moans, just as aroused. “He’s just begging for you at this point. Should we give him a treat?” She looks at you, eyes glinting and smile mischievous. Kiri picks his head up to look at you both, eyes wide and greedy. “Both of you? Oh, fuck yes, please!” 

Mina laughs, kissing your shoulder. “You heard him, girl. Get those lips around that dick.” You do so, making quick work of putting your lips over your teeth to cushion Kiri’s cock as you put him in your mouth. You give him slow strokes of your mouth and kitten licks first, getting used to feel of his big dick stretching your mouth. Kiri shudders, his toes curling at the feeling of your wet, hot mouth and soft lips drinking him in. 

Mina watches, coaxing you by rubbing your back. “Mmm, that’s it. Enjoy it. He feels good stretching out your mouth, doesn’t he? Oooh, you look so good taking him like that.” She moans lewdly at the sight and you swear you could burst at this point. Talk about foreplay. “How does she look, Kiri, baby?” she hums. 

Kiri is in his world, eyes red slits as he looks at you taking his cock so well. “So…so fucking good! You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth, gorgeous.” His words filled with sweet praise make you go deeper, your hand still stroking his shaft. 

“Come on, baby, take him deeper,” Mina encourages, eyes drinking you in as you take your boyfriend’s cock. “Yes, yes, like that. Take all that dick down your pretty throat.” You do so, gagging slightly as Kiri’s cock enters your throat. What you can’t take you stroke, slowly gagging on his dick and breathing through your nostrils. 

Kiri is losing it. He writhes underneath you, an arm thrown over his face like he can’t believe how good it feels. “Fuck, Y/N! Taking my cock so good!” You moan against his dick, the vibrations too much for him as you continue to bob your head up and down, up and down, just like that, right there… 

Kiri’s moans get louder, strained. “Oh, God, b-baby!” he calls out. “You have to stop or I’ll…I’ll…” You moan encouragingly, nodding your head because yes, you want him to cum. You want every ounce of his cum in your mouth, coating your tongue and throat. 

“Stop.” Mina’s stern voice stops you and reluctantly, you move away from Kiri’s dick now dripping in saliva and precum. His big balls are the same, glistening in the moonlight. Kiri’s chest moves up and down rapidly, his skin coated in sweat. “Don’t want him to blow a load before I’ve gotten a taste yet,” Mina purrs. “Move over, greedy girl.” 

You slowly move over to give her room, unhanding Kiri. Your hand and lips are coated in spit, but you don’t wipe it away. You like yourself like this for some reason. Mina giggles at you, bumping your hip with hers. “Don’t just sit there, silly. Help me out. Stroke his shaft and his balls for me. He loves that.” 

And then she’s taking Kiri in her mouth, giving him short strokes before taking her in her throat with ease. Your eyes widen at the sight of Kiri’s fat dick stretching out her mouth, but she gladly takes it all, her golden eyes looking straight at your helpless, writhing boyfriend. Your hand, still wet from stroking Kiri, palms his balls, gently kneading the soft skin there. 

“Ohhh, my fucking God!” he practically screams to the ceiling above. “So…so good…” He’s so loud that you glance at the door for a moment, worried someone will come walking in to see what’s up. But then again, if they hear the moans coming from Kiri’s luscious mouth, maybe they’ll think twice about it. 

As you use one hand to massage Kiri’s sobbing wet balls and stroke what Mina can’t fit in her mouth, you watch as your beautiful friend-turned-girlfriend gags on your sexy friend-turned-boyfriend’s dick. She’s an expert at it, taking him with ease, little gagging and slurping sounds leaving her lips.

Spit drips from her lips and down Kiri’s shaft, spilling into your palm and making your hand extra slick. Only the sounds of Mina’s mouth and Kiri’s wanton moans and grunts fill the air with the bumping of the music muffled from downstairs. 

Finally, Mina comes up for air with a big gasp, popping off of Kiri’s cock with a wet pop! She smiles at you, lips slick with saliva. “And now we switch again. You take him in your throat while I stroke him.”

You practically pounce on Kiri, devouring his dick like it’s your last meal. You take him in your open throat, breathing through your nose, and welcoming Kiri’s hips bumping up into your mouth. “Yeah,” he raspily grunts, “take it, baby girl. Take my dick.” 

The dirty, praise-filled words leaving his lips that are usually reserved for words to make you smile, laugh, and encourage you makes you sobbing wet, so much so that you slowly grind against nothing just to try to ease the aching in your poor, needy clit.

Mina’s hand curls around the back of your neck. “So eager, aren’t you?” she whispers, her eyes drinking in the way you take Kiri’s cock. “Is it okay if I push your head down?” 

“Mmm-hmm!” you mumble, nodding your head for extra measure. Mina giggles at this, moving her hand to spank one cheek. “Naughty girl.” Her hand places itself at the back of your head, gently pushing your throat farther down Kiri’s dick until you’re gagging around it and tears prick the corner of your eyes. 

Kiri is a mess underneath you, grabbing your shoulders, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Mina keeps her head there, giving you the naughtiest words of encouragement that are worthy of a porno. “Yes, baby girl, gag on that dick,” she whispers in your ear. “Take all of it the way you want to. Make him fucking scream for you.” 

You do so, moving your head up and down as much as Mina will allow you, stroking Kiri’s dick with your throat. He grows bigger, thicker, in your mouth, and you know it’s only a matter of time until he cums. “Fuck me!” he gasps loudly, the volume of his voice going straight to your core. “Wait, wait, Y/N, baby, stop!”

His pleas make Mina’s hand fall from your head and you release him. You look up at him, curious as to why he wants you to stop before he could cum down your throat. He stares down at both of you, chest heaving, crimson eyes glowing in the moonlight. “Fuck, you both got me so close. You’re both so good at sucking cock!” 

Mina glances at you, wiggling her brows. “Oooh, you hear that, Y/N? First time and you’ve already got him fiending for you.” You let out a breathless giggle, happy with that fact. “So why not let yourself cum in our mouths?” Mina innocently asks Kiri, tilting her head to the side. 

Kiri smirks at her. “Because we’ve barely gotten started. I haven’t even tasted either of you for myself.” 

  You shiver in anticipation, wanting whatever he’s giving. “Well, why didn’t you say so?” Mina giggles and helps you stand on wobbly legs from kneeling for too long. “Maybe you should go first, Y/N. After all, this is new for you too.” She gets on the bed next to Kiri, spreading her toned legs for you to lay in between. “Just lean back against me.” 

You don’t have to be told again. You scramble to get up on the bed to join them and lean against Mina, your back against her front. “Let Kiri get a good look at these pretty little panties,” she hums, her fingers moving to pry your legs apart so your panties are on full display. “He’s practically salivating for a taste of these lips.” 

Her fingers play with your panty-covered pussy for a few seconds, warming you up and making you crazy from not feeling her soft fingers against your naked pussy. Finally, she moves your panties to the side, the fabric covering your lips coming back shiny with your wetness. Kiri’s eyes widen an inch from seeing how wet you are, especially when Mina’s index and middle fingers gently dip into the wetness.

“M-Mina!” you moan, throwing your head back against her shoulder. She softly giggles, her fingers gently moving upward to toy with your clit, rubbing it in gentle circles. 

“Fuck,” Kiri growls, primal and insane with arousal. He gets into position, moving his head between your thighs but never ducking down to taste you for himself. Instead, he looks at you, asking for permission with his molten hot gaze. “Tell me what you want from me, baby girl. Tell me where you want my mouth before I lose my fucking mind.” 

Mina’s ministrations and his gaze don’t allow your mind to think clearly, too clouded by need and arousal. “I…” 

“You want them on your lips?” Kiri lowly asks before moving to plant a kiss on your mouth. “Or maybe not there…but on your gorgeous tits?” His hands slowly move to take down the straps to your bra, causing your pretty breasts to gently fall out. He pulls the cups down lower so he can suck your tits right, his tongue swirling around the hardened peaks of your nipples. When he nibbles at one with those damn teeth, it damn near makes you crazy. 

You let out a strained moan and a whimper, toes curling at the feeling. “You like that?” Kiri asks, voice slightly muffled by his lips against your tits. “God yes!” you cry out as he continues, his mouth like a drug to you as Mina continues to play with your clit, your pussy gushing.

Finally, she stops and moves to suck on her fingers, humming at your taste. “Don’t tease my poor girl, Eji,” she huffs. “Give her what she wants.” 

Kiri raises a brow up at her, moving from your tits. “Someone’s impatient and she isn’t the one getting touched yet.” Mina pouts at him. “You’re damn right,” she answers impatiently. “I’m dying to see how she looks writhing against your tongue.” 

Kiri chuckles, still not moving to touch or taste your aching, sobbing wet pussy. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl,” he murmurs to you, eyes locked on yours. “Say it to me.”

With his laser stare on you, it makes it hard to say the words, but the ache in your clit eggs you on. “I…I want…” You swallow hard, getting up the nerve to tell him to his handsome face. “I want your mouth on my pussy.” 

Kiri’s face brightens with realization. “Oh? I can do that.” He grins at you before ducking down, groaning at your shining, wet lips. “Fuck, you’re wet! Better not let this go to waste then.” He swoops in, his soft lips cushioning and pressing against your clit as his tongue dips inside you, swirling around, up and down. 

“O-Oh, fuck!” you choke out, the pleasure hightening your senses. Mina giggles from behind you as her hands curl around your front to toy with your breasts. “Does he feel good, pretty girl?” she asks, her index finger and thumb on both hands gently pinching your nipples. You cry out in response, too gone to give her a real answer. She laughs happily. “I guess that’s a yes.” 

Kiri is truly a champ when it comes to eating pussy. He laps at your wetness, alternating between gently sucking at your clit to dipping inside, his nose pressing deliciously against your clit.

Finally, he pulls away enough to speak, his lips coated in your juices. “Fuck, you taste so good!” he moans. “Such a good girl, giving me so much honey to taste.” He moves his index and middle fingers up to your mouth and wordlessly, you suck on them, coating them in your spit. 

He takes them out and slowly, very slowly, plunges them inside of you, curling them upward. Your toes curl and your back arches, the sounds leaving your lips sounding so unlike you. Who is this needy little slut in your place? “But, of course, you should know, only a naughty girl would want her pussy eaten and grinding her hips back into my face like this.” Kiri grins up at you. “Don’t you think so, baby girl?” 

He goes back to sucking on your clit for a few seconds, his fingers slowly moving in and out until he reaches that spot inside of you that makes you see heaven. “Oh, God, Kiri!” you practically scream. 

“Oh, I think so,” he giggles into your pussy. Fuck, even his giggles are hot! “I think your pussy thinks so too. She just keeps gushing around my tongue. How about we make you feel even better, hm?”

With that he slowly takes his fingers out of your wet depths and slides his tongue down your slit to your asshole, wet from your juices dripping down. Kiri? Eating ass? You knew he was an ass guy (hence being with Mina), but you didn’t know it was like that! 

His work on your asshole and pussy have you seeing stars, the sounds leaving you unable to be contained. Mina comments on them, cooing at you teasingly. “Aw, listen to those sounds you’re making! At this rate, someone will definitely find us up here. You just can’t help but let out those slutty sounds.” 

You turn slightly so you’re facing her pussy now and Kiri has to throw one of your legs over his shoulder to eat you out from the side. You press your hand against Mina’s panty-covered slit, the fabric wet and making it easy for friction. She gasps at the feeling of your fingers, her eyes going wide. “Oh, fuck!” she shouts, her voice loud and high. 

Kiri laughs at his girlfriend’s lewd sounds. “Now who’s got the slutty sounds? Trying to make her hit a high note, are you, Y/N?” 

You continue to rub Mina’s cunt, smiling at her whimpers and soft moans. “You…you sneaky little…” She inhales sharply, her words cut off by the pleasure. “I-If you’re gonna do that, at least move my panties out of the way.”

You raise a brow. “Oh?” you hum as you move her panties to the side, revealing her pink, puffy lips slick with wetness to you. “Like this?” 

Your fingers touch her clit gently, rubbing it in slow circles. Mina’s body lurches at the contact and a gasp leaves her pretty lips. “Yeah!” she gasps out. “Yeah, just like that!”

She grinds her hips into your hand, giving you better access to rubbing her clit, applying as much pressure as she wants. Her face is so pretty the way it’s screwed up in pleasure, eyebrows knitted and eyes closed. 

Kiri watches you intently and you can feel his cock stiffening against your inner thigh. “Fuck…you sure I can’t just watch you two do that?” he chuckles, but still ducks down to kiss your pussy. “Move that hand, cutie. Let me take it from here.” 

You do as he says and he proceeds to rub Mina’s clit with precision, going as fast as she wants him to. As he does that, he ducks down to suck on your clit, never letting up because that’s not Kiri’s way. You and Mina’s moans and whimpers fill the air, soft gasps and words of “please”, “faster”, and Kiri’s full name falling from your lips. 

You suddenly feel that pleasure building in your core, signaling your joyous end. “Oh, my God, Ejirou!” you cry out, using Kiri’s full government name. “I think…I think I’m gonna…” The words die in your throat.

Kiri looks up, eyes fucking feral. “You’re gonna cum, baby girl, hm? Go ahead. Give it to me. I can take all of it! Cum for me!” He ducks down to assault your clit again as his rubs against Mina’s clit get faster. 

“M-Me too!” Mina gasps out, her hips wining into her boyfriend’s hand. “Keep rubbing my clit like that, baby, and I’ll…” Her head falls back, mouth a silent O. You can feel that feeling rising, that bubble about to burst.

“No!” you desperately cry out. “No, stop!”

Kiri slowly moves his lips away from your pussy, confused. “No…?” 

He even slows down his hand on Mina’s clit. “No, no, please!” she cries out, whimpering as the pleasure dies. “Oh, fuck, I was so close, babe! Why did you…?” 

You move away from her and Kiri, sitting up on your knees to look into their eyes. “I want us all to cum together,” you softly confess despite the flush you feel at such a lewd confession. You look at Kiri, taking his hands in yours. “I want to finally feel that dick inside of me, and watch you fuck Mina too.” Your eyes lock with his, begging him to promise to do this for you. “I want you to make us cum like that.”

Kiri blinks at you, dumbfounded, and then his gaze darkens. “Fuck,” he exhales. “But how would we do that? I only have one dick, in case you didn’t realize it.” He nods down at the hardened extra leg he’s packing between his muscled thighs. 

Mina is one step ahead. She swoops in to peck Kiri on the lips. “I’ve got an idea,” she giggles and looks at you. “Babe, lay down for me.” You do so, laying on your back on the soft comforter, the fabric smelling faintly of lavender detergent.

Mina smiles. “Perfect.” She gets on top of you, throwing her soft, luscious legs on either side of your hips. She then arches her back and moves up to hover you, her tits now in your face. 

“Now, Kiri,” she purrs, “you get behind her so her pussy and my ass are right in your face. Perfect for switching between, right?” She wiggles her ass around enticingly and Kiri’s eyes follow her hips, hypnotized. 

“Ahh, I’ve got you,” he hums, moving as fast as the speed of light to settle himself behind Mina as she straddles you. This has got to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and I get to be a part of it? Fuck, that just about makes me wanna burst!” His enthusiasm is enough to make you laugh. 

“Uh-uh, not yet, daddy,” Mina gently scolds, and you swear Kiri and you share the same mind because you both look at Mina like she’s a plate of the finest dessert as soon as she says that. “Not until you fuck us both.” She looks down at you with a grin. “I wanna see this cutie explode all over your fat dick.” 

Her words and the anticipation drive you wild, your pussy gushing and clenching around nothing but air. “God, just fuck me now before I lose my shit!” you desperately plead, grinding your hips up into Mina. 

Kiri chuckles darkly, cracking his neck as he gently strokes his dick. “With pleasure,” he growls. “Put your hips up, baby.” You do so, lifting your hips so he can grasp them and align himself with you. “Good girl.”

His hand sneaks up Mina’s ass to spank her, the sharp sound making your pussy clench. “Fuck, this ass is just too perfect,” he murmurs, spanking Mina again who moans in delight. 

“As hot as this is, baby,” Mina breathlessly says, “I want to see Y/N bounce on your dick, if you don’t mind.” The third spank he gives her is sharper now, making her hiss at the contact. “Hush, you bratty girl,” he growls to her and she buttons her lip, a secretive smile on her face. Seeing them play this game, have this dynamic right in front of you, is the hottest shit ever. 

Kiri’s eyes glint at you as he looks down at you. “You ready, gorgeous?” he questions. You nod, even murmuring a “yes” in case he wants verbal consent. “And you know we can stop at any time, right?” he asks, eyes serious. Once again, you say “yes” and he needs no more persuasion to grasp your hips and slowly push his cock head into your pussy, separating your wet lips. 

Your eyes widen, feeling full already. Your hand immediately goes to grasp his muscled arm while the other grabs Mina’s thigh. “K-Kiri!” you belt out. Kiri is barely hanging on, eyebrows knitted and muscles clenched. “Fuck, you’re so tight!” he yells out, but manages to keep still enough to allow you time to adjust. “You okay?” 

“Y-Yeah,” you breathe out, welcoming Mina’s comforting rubs on the outside of your thigh. “Just give me a minute?” Kiri nods, staying put. “Of course.” Your ex wasn’t as well endowed as Kiri, so you’ll definitely need a few minutes to adjust. Kiri gives you that, coaxing you to relax and even moving underneath Mina’s body to rub your clit. His paitence, and Mina’s words of encouragement, allow your body to relax fully. 

“Okay,” you finally say. “Just go slow. You’re really big.” Kiri grins at your words. “Just take your time, baby girl. There’s no rush. We have all night for this.”

Before you can bring up this being Dynamite’s bedroom, Kiri growls out, “Fuck Bakugou” before pushing inside of you more. He goes slow, but still, you can feel the stretch and the slight burn as your walls stretch around him. You’re just glad you’re wetter than a lake at this point, allowing it to be easier with how slick you are. 

“Can you take him, baby?” Mina asks into your ear.” Yeah? You need a little help? How about I suck on these pretty nipples in my face?” She ducks to suck on your nipples, her strawberry-scented scalp in your nose. “And let me rub that cute little clit.” Her fingers move to play with your clit as Kiri moves out and then back in, nice and slow. 

Once he has that rhythm, he has it and he never lets it go. His hips slowly move against yours, his stroke game fucking immaculate. And Mina gets to feel this all the time?

Kiri’s dick has you seeing stars, the entire fucking galaxy exploding behind your eyelids as he strokes those parts inside of you that have you moaning and taking the Lord’s name in vain. “Oh, my God, Eji, yes!” you cry out, not caring if people hear you. Anyone would be this loud if they could get a feel of Red Riot’s dick inside of them. 

“Ohhh, yes, that’s good,” Kiri groans, still going slow. “You’re taking me…even deeper…you’re doing so good, baby, oh, my God!” He is vocal, never shutting up, and that makes you even wetter, allowing you to take him deeper. “Fuck me harder!” you cry out, your other hand letting go of Mina’s thigh to grasp Kiri’s other arm. “Please, Kiri, please!” 

Kiri does so, wanting to please you. His hips snap against yours a little harder, his stomach rubbing up against your clit. “Such a slutty girl,” Mina giggles, lips hovering over yours. “That’s it, baby, take that dick. Let yourself relax into him. Put a hand on that throat, Kiri. She likes that too.” You stare up at her, eyes wide and open-mouthed. “Oops!” she snickers. “Did I say that?” Oh, this bitch… 

Kiri obliges, wrapping a hand around your throat, but not squeezing. “Like that, gorgeous?” he asks, his voice dipping lower into a growl that sends your tummy into butterflies. “Hm? Is this what you fucking want?”

Fuck, if you get any wetter, you’re gonna soak the bed. “Yes! God, yes!” you scream out, unable to keep quiet from the sheer pleasure you’re feeling. 

Kiri continues to fuck you as he presses a kiss to Mina’s hair. “I’ll give you anything you want,” he groans. “Both of you. I’ll fuck you in every fucking way possible.”

His sweet yet sensual words awaken something inside of you. Something just as primal. “Promise?” you ask, biting the flesh of your bottom lip. 

Kiri’s hot gaze locks on you as he rolls his hips into you. “I fucking swear.” Mina moans from above you, her tits jiggling every time Kiri thrusts into you. “Keep saying shit like that and I’ll cum before you’ve gotten inside me.” 

Kiri immediately stops his movements. “Oh, no, the fuck you won’t.” He slips out of you slowly, making you feel empty. “Let’s take a break, babe. This bratty bitch still needs the same treatment, doesn’t she?”

He takes a handful of Mina’s hair and wrenches her hair back, Mina letting out a surprised gasp at the sudden switch in personality. He grins down at you, looking like a damn villian. “Watch me fuck her up.” 

With that, he aligns himself with Mina’s pussy and slides inside, only sticking his head in. Mina’s mouth falls open into a pretty O as her back arches. “Oh, fuck!” she shouts. “P-Please…go slow. I wanna feel you go in slow.” 

Kiri smiles brightly at this, pressing a kiss to her back. “Of course, babe.” He proceeds to slide into her slow, painfully slow, stretching her pretty, pink pussy out. “Anything…you…want.” Moans and whimpers fall from Mina’s lips as he begins to roll his hips into her ass. He looks down at you, one hand moving to palm your breast. “How about you, gorgeous? Want me to do something for you?” 

Your eyes drink in Mina, the sight of her like art–her dark-pink nipples hard, pretty tits jiggling in your face, toned stomach glinting with sweat where you’re sure she can feel Kiri’s dick. “Just fuck her harder,” you breathe out.

Kiri smiles anything but kind. “I can do that.” And does that he can. He fucks Mina right above you, hips snapping into her ass just the way she likes it. “Yeah, you like that, Mina?” he coos, hand still gripping her hair. 

Mina is fucking gone, eyes closed and mouth open. “Y-Yeah…that feels so good! Harder, daddy, please!”

Her using that title again makes Kiri fuck her harder, pounding her pussy until the sound of skin slapping and bed springs bouncing are all that fill the air besides Mina and Kiri’s lewd moans. You find yourself rubbing your clit at the show taking place above you, indulging in the best kind of porn as Kiri bounces the both of you with his thrusts. 

He chuckles as he looks down at your tits jiggle. “Look at you, babe: bouncing every time I fuck her. It’s almost like I’m fucking you too. Almost…” He stops and slides out of Mina despite her mewl of disappointment. “But not quite. You didn’t feel that stretch, did you, baby girl?” Without getting an answer, he slides into you again. “Now you do.” 

Your eyes go wide at the sudden feeling of being filled again, but he doesn’t give you a chance to process it before he’s fucking you again, hips rolling mercilessly into you. “Oh, my God!” you yell out, throwing your head back against the mattress.

Kiri grabs onto Mina’s hips, bumping her ass into him as he fucks you silly. “Fuck, the two of you are so fucking sexy,” he moans out. “I-I don’t know how long I can keep this up.” 

The need for his cum filling you up makes you desperate. Needy. Willing to say and do anything for it. “You can cum!” you yell out. “You can cum inside me! I’m on the pill!” 

Mina giggles from above you. “Me too. Eager little cumslut, aren’t you?” She dips down to assault your neck, palming at your breasts and rubbing her thumbs over the sensitive nubs of your nipples. 

But Kiri stops and slides out of you despite your moans of protest. “Nah,” he huffs. “Not yet. I still have to make sure you two get equal attention, don’t you? So I’m gonna keep switching back and forth between these pretty little pussies until you’re both ready to explode for me, okay?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer as he slides into Mina and rams into her, beating her pussy up. “Kiri, please!” she cries out, and you understand. Pleading for more and for less all at the same time, the pleasure too sweet. 

“You two just keep feeling good for me,” Kiri pants, every muscle coated in sweat. “Can you both do that for me?” He suddenly moves to lift one of Mina’s legs and fucks her that way, giving you a good view of her pussy stretching around his dick that slides in and out of her.

“Oh, my God, yes!” Mina cries out, tears pricking in her eyes at the pleasure. She looks down at you and you swear she’s never looked more beautiful. “Kiss me, baby. I wanna taste you.” 

You oblige, moving to kiss her as your hand moves against your clit, fingers rubbing the bud faster and faster until you can feel that dam about to break. “Oh, fuck, I’m so close!” you shout. “Please tell me you two are close!” Kiri nods frantically, teeth gritted at the feeling. “Yeah!” he stutters out. “S-So, so close!” 

But Mina stops you both. “Wait, Kiri. Stop.” He listens, his face coated in sweat and disappointment. “Oh, fuck, why? I was so, so close!” You were as well, the sweet feeling of release dying as you stop rubbing your clit. 

Mina looks back at him. “Because we wanna cum at the same time, right?” she purrs. “So why don’t you slip that dick out of me and put it between us instead? And you can still fuck us until we cum. With extra clit stimulation.” She turns to you, winking. “Does that sound good to the both of you?” 

Does that sound good to you? Shit, you’re just about the cum from the idea. “Fuck, Mina…” You squirm around beneath her, wanting to cum with them so badly. Kiri laughs at your neediness. “This cutie is practically begging for that. I’m down for it.”

He slips out of Mina and aligns his dick to meet your pussies just right. “Now hold still for me.”

You both do, waiting as patiently as humanly possible for him to finally slide his dick between your pussies. But when he finally does, you’re not prepared. The feeling of his hard dick stroking your clit between you and Mina as you grind your hips immediately, up and around, anything to get that release.

“Perfect,” Kiri grunts, hips rolling with yours. “Fucking perfect. Does it feel good for you girls as it does for me?” 

“So…so good!” Mina moans out, her hips grinding down into Kiri’s dick. “I can’t stop!” You know what she means. Your hips and your body have minds of their own, moving for that pleasure.

“Does it feel good for you too, babe?” Kiri asks, but you can’t speak. You can only answer with the lewdest sounds you’ve ever come out of your mouth; sounds that would put Mariah Carey’s career in a casket. 

Kiri and Mina laugh at your sounds much to your embarrassment. “I guess it does judging from those high notes,” he snickers, hips moving faster, harder. “You both needed this, didn’t you? A nice fucking for two pretty little sluts.” 

“Keep fucking us like that and we’ll show you how much we needed it,” Mina softly growls, just as feral as you. He does so, grabbing Mina’s shoulder and your thigh before fucking the shit of you both, his cock mercilessly stroking your clits.

“Yeah, like that!” you yell out, practically babbling and drunk from the pleasure. “Keep fucking us like that, daddy!” 

Kiri’s eyes snap to yours at the title, his crimson eyes blown with pleasure. “Tell me whose you are,” he growls deeply. “Both of you. Tell me who’s making you feel this good.”

He leans down, squishing Mina between the both of you, and presses his lips to your ear as he ruts deeper between you. “Tell me,” he growls deeply in your ear. 

That release builds again, increasing from Kiri’s controlled movements and Mina’s noises in your ear. “Fuck, Eji, please!” you sob, your hips beginning to stutter and move sloppily. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum!” 

“M-Me too!” Mina whines into your ear, her tits squished against yours and bouncing in time with you and the mattress as Kiri ruts between your pussies. “Oh, my God, I-I can’t stop!” Her body begins to writhe against yours and she grabs you, wrapping her arms around you as Kiri fucks the everloving shit out of you. 

“Such good little girls for me,” he growls from above you, going faster and faster, signaling his own dawning release. “So good! I’m gonna cum all over your pretty little pussies.” He thros his head back, lost in the pleasure, moaning to the ceiling, most of them being your names. “Fuck…fuck…fuck!” 

When it cums, it’s messier than messy. You can feel his hot cum spurt out of his dick and coat your pussy and Mina’s. The sounds that fall from his lips trigger your own release and you tumble down that hill, falling into an abyss of pure bliss. Mina falls with you, whining and moaning into your ear as her hips slow their grind.

“O-Oh, f-fuck!” she stutters out, gripping you for dear life. “S-So…so good…!” You silently agree, gripping her ass and grinding with her, riding that blissful wave. 

“Still cumming!” Kiri moans from above you, hips still going and going. “So much!” You can feel it–ropes and ropes of hot cum spilling onto your stomach and onto the comforter as he gives you about a week’s worth of nut. Finally, after letting out a groan that would make any girl blush, his movements slow and stills, breathing heavily. 

You lean back against the comforter, exhaustion overtaking you. Above you, Mina laughs hysterically. “Damn, daddy!” she giggles, wiggling her ass into an exhausted Kiri. “You practically soaked the comforter!”

Slowly, Kiri pulls away from you and Mina slowly gets off of you, revealing the very large mess of bodily fluids that coat the black comforter. 

The laugh that erupts from you is loud and abrupt, and you’re taken aback by the reaction when you should be horrified. But the bliss you feel from that earth-shattering orgasm and that your two crushes reciprocating your feelings doesn’t allow you to. “Bakugou is gonna kill us,” you giggle.  

Kiri laughs with you, wiping sweat from his forehead. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” he sighs, looking down at you and at Mina adoringly. “That was amazing.”

Mina hums in agreement, gently running her hand down your naked tummy. “It absolutely was,” she says with a smile. “Talk about a good distraction from your shit ex, hm?” 

You couldn’t agree more. “Mmm,” you hum in agreement, orgasm-sedated exhaustion settling in. You try to sit up and need Kiri’s help, your limbs feeling flimsy and jell-O-like. “Easy there, cutie,” he whispers encouragingly. Slowly, now.” 

“Let me go get us some water,” Mina says, letting Kiri help her off the bed so she can walk to the private bathroom. She turns shortly after with two glasses of water, one of them being for you. “Here, baby. Drink up.” 

You thank her, gladly taking the glass and gulping down the sweet, cold water. Her and Kiri share the other before Kiri crawls up to the headboard and settles under the covers. He smiles lazily at both of you, arms open wide. “Come here, both of you. We all need a good snuggle.” You giggle as you crawl towards him alongside Mina. “Glad to see you’re not too manly for cuddles.” 

Kiri looks at you like you’re insane. “You shitting me? Cuddles are for everybody.” You take one side while Mina takes the other, curling at his side. “That was better than my wildest dreams,” he sighs, enclosing his arms around both of you, holding you close to him. Mina hums in agreement, her hand moving to cup yours on Kiri’s chest, right over his beating heart.  

You let out a content sigh, loving this feeling of bliss. The smell of mingling scents–sex, perfume, cologne–fill your nose as you cuddle into Kiri’s side and let Mina rub circles into your knuckles with her thumb, feeling safe. But even so, that nagging feeling of something bothering you doesn’t allow you to fall so deeply into the peace. 

You nervously look at Kiri and Mina, biting your lip. “So…does this mean we’re all dating now?” you carefully ask. “You’re my girlfriend and my boyfriend?”

Kiri and Mina look at each other before looking at you. “Yeah,” Mina brightly answers, breaking into a beautiful smile that eases every insecurity and uncertainty you felt. “If that’s okay with you.” 

You blink at her, almost not believing it was that easy. “It’s…” You trail off, scoffing to yourself. This is way better than a dream. “It’s more than okay with me.” You grip Mina’s hand and press a kiss to Kiri’s pec, making him hum. “Good,” he sighs, “‘cause I would’ve jumped from the nearest building if it wasn’t.” 

As you and Mina giggle, giddy from the sex and the way the night has turned out and this, there is a loud, harsh knock at the door that startles you. Kiri sits up immediately, protectively shifting so he’s covering your naked chest with his body and throws the covers over Mina to hide her from the chin down. 

The door is opening before any of you can protest. Bakugou’s raspy and slurred voice drifts into the bedroom as he opens the door. “Yo, shitty hair! What the fuck is with those bed springs jumping? You’d better not be–” 

His words cut off immediately as he gets a good look at the way his guest room looks–clothes on the floor, comforter a mess, and the three of you naked and occupying the bed, staring wide-eyed at him like deers in headlights.

He steps back into the doorway and grabs the door handle. “I’ll kill you all later,” he growls before shutting the door behind him, leaving you alone once more. 

Silence swells in the room before you three erupt in laughter, so much so that your stomach hurts. “We’re never gonna live this down now, you know that, right?” Kiri asks through a fit of giggles. “He’s never gonna let us come back here.” 

Mina wipes at her eyes, leaning up to stare into your eyes. “I’ll gladly take the fall for that,” she sighs contently. “Especially for more of this.” She moves to stroke your arm lovingly as Kiri wraps an arm around you, holding you even closer. 

You couldn’t agree more with that statement and finally, you allow yourself to fall into the bliss that sleep brings, cuddled up with the two you trust most.

Finally.

[laudthingcat]

One hell of a ride

Pairing: Baji Keisuke x Reader

Warnings&tags: NSFW, oral sex (m. receiving), car sex, gagging, this man likes it rough, Baji having an enormous schlong. Idk man, i wrote this at 2am so-

Note: recently got into tokrev and boi- I absolutely love it and i love the boys too<3 First fic i wrote for him and the series so, hopefully, it’s not too crappy haha 

Not proof read so i hope it makes sense lol

Masterlist

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

With your head positioned under the steering wheel, you chose to play a very dangerous game. You could either get in trouble with your boyfriend or cause a car accident, but did you care? Not really. Much to your surprise, he didn’t object when you reached for his pants, unzipping their fly and pulling his little big friend out. He didn’t say anything at all so you took him into your mouth. Your lips were wrapped around his huge cock, one of your hands holding onto his thigh for support.

Good thing it was night time and that was just a side road, otherwise you would have been worried about being seen. Hearing him groan from time to time made you give your best, satisfied that he was enjoying your little gift. Everything went smoothly until the car hit a speed bump, making you gag as his cock hit the back of your throat. A loud moan left his lips and he immediately stopped the car on the side of the road. He turned his face towards your very surprised self. “Back seats. Now”. Not wishing to disobey him, you followed his order and made your way to the back seat of the car.

He took a seat and then looked at you expectedly. “Finish what you started”. “Mmm gotcha”, you got the idea and quickly got him into your mouth. Not only he was enormous, but he also took great pleasure in teasing you, so it’s no surprise he found it quite amusing when you gagged because of him thrusting upwards.

He took you by surprise when he didn’t let you finish. Grabbing your shoulders, in a swift movement he hovered over you, having you trapped under him. “What are you-”, he shut you up when he unexpectedly lifted your skirt, shoving himself into your unprepared pussy. You bit your lip and covered your mouth trying to adjust to his size, but he didn’t give you a break, fucking you roughly from the start.

You couldn’t hold back your moans, but he didn’t mind it at all. If there was one thing he loved besides fighting, that was fucking you dumb. “You’re a really good girl, aren’t you?” his signature smirk never leaving his face while waiting for your answer. “y-yes” you purred when you finally managed to let some words out between gasps of pleasure.

With one hand on the side of your head and the other one on your hip, he didn’t slow down until you came. Breathless and barely able to move, you assumed that he was done, but you couldn’t be more wrong. Placing his hands on the sides of your hips, he leaned down and kissed you, forcing his tongue into your mouth. Before you knew it, he had changed positions. He was now sitting on the car seat, with you on top of him. “Guess you’re getting to ride two things tonight”

“Wa-wait a second i just-” and again, you couldn't even finish your sentence because he interrupted you by pushing his cock even deeper than before inside of you. The new position allowed you to slide on his length so much more easily. He started moving, chasing his own orgasm too this time. Panting, you felt like every thrust was going to make you break apart. The pleasure was overwhelming, and he wouldn’t listen when you told him to slow down.

“You better brace yourself, babe. We’re far from done”

Note: Yeah so I was too tired to give it an actual ending lols but if I waited till morning, I’d never have posted it

© do not repost, plagiarize or translate my works on any media platform, such as tiktok, ao3, wattpad etc.

[peterpparkerwrites]

all I ask - part one

a/n: I actually just wrapped this series up on wattpad, and I’m excited to see how you guys like it! it’s the last queued one I will be posting - after this series, everything will be off schedule and there won’t be any set time for fics to post. I hope you guys enjoy :) this is an enemies to lovers soulmate au, as per the request, and reader is black cat. warnings: language, some mentions of fighting, pretty light compared to the rest of this series lol pairing: peter parker x reader, soulmate au word count: 2.6k summary: even a criminal like you has always looked forward to meeting your soulmate and feeling the click everyone talks about - but even when it’s with the boy you always wanted it to be with, there are still barriers in your way. namely, how peter seems to hate your alter ego more than anyone you’ve met

masterlist ~ requests are closed ~ part two

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"Y/N? Did you hear me?"

"Hm?" You hummed, glancing up to meet Peter's eyes, "Sorry, what's up?"

"Did you finish that essay on soulmate bond theory?" He asked, folding his hands like he was prepared to beg for it, "Do you mind if I read your thesis?"

"You cannot read my thesis if you're going to steal it," you narrowed your eyes at him, but he pouted, so you caved immediately. "Okay, fine."

"I promise I won't steal it, I just need some inspiration," he grinned as you shuffled through your backpack, trying to find your essay among the mess of other papers you had stuffed in there.

"Sure, that's believable," you teased as you handed him the essay, and you tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach when he winked at you.

"I'll give it back before class," he promised before immediately going in to read it, and you tried not to feel self-conscious of your writing. Especially on the topic of soulmates. Especially when Peter was the one reading it.

"Soulmate bonds aren't that difficult to write about," you chided, and he barely looked up from your essay, "We've been learning about them for years now, Pete."

"Yeah but I haven't met mine yet, so I don't know how it works from experience," he protested, and you rolled your eyes.

"Neither have I! Ned has, you could copy his thesis instead."

"But Ned is an awful writer," Peter muttered, and you gasped.

"I'm telling him you said that."

"Don't you dare," he threatened, but you grinned at his tone. He was the least threatening person you had ever met.

You let him continue to read your essay in silence, trying not to be anxious every time he flipped a page. Soulmate bonds were one of the easiest things to write about. It was practically the first thing you learned about in primary school, right along with the alphabet and counting to twenty.

Of course, little six year old brains didn't comprehend the complexities of a soulmate bond, only enough to know what is was in basic terms. But growing up with people who had soulmates, books and shows and movies centering around soulmates, and learning about the bond more in-depth in science classes - it was hard not to avoid the subject.

You didn't want to avoid it at all, though. Soulmate bonds were one of your favorite things to learn about. The idea that there was someone out there, made just for you, and you could meet them at any moment? It was almost too perfect.

"This is really good," Peter complimented as he handed it back, "I like what you wrote about how the bond can sometimes be felt before the click even happens."

"That's what you're going to steal, aren't you," you accused, and he scoffed in fake offense.

"Hey, I'm no Black Cat, I don't go around stealing," he chuckled, and you almost bit your tongue trying to keep your mouth shut. There were hundreds of criminals that were notorious for stealing, and he had to choose that criminal in his analogy?

You tried not to let it bother you when he made Black Cat comments, almost all of them not exactly...nice. How could you blame him - she was one of the only criminals that got away every time, and she had been more active in the news lately, since Spider-Man seemed to take it personally whenever she didn't get caught. Pretty much the whole class had some kind of debate on her or Spider-Man (or usually both) almost every week.

You wondered what Peter would say if he knew it was you under that costume.

"Fine. I want to see your essay when you're done so I can know that for sure," you stuck your tongue out at him.

You thought it was interesting that he pointed out that part of the essay. It was tricky to find a lot of sources on that - most soulmates are unaware of a bond connection until the click, when it's sometimes more obvious. It's different for a lot of people, where they could meet their soulmate and not know for years until the click happens. They could have their click the day they met, too. Sometimes, the bond is obvious, where you know your soulmate is on their way to see you just through that invisible connection. Sometimes, soulmates don't feel it at all, ever.

It doesn't make the connection any less real. It does make it more interesting to learn about, though.

And maybe, you tended to read into things too much, but sometimes you got the feeling you already met your soulmate. The descriptions of how the bond "felt" were hard to really picture in real life, so you never knew for sure. But sometimes, it just seemed like the bond was there, and the click wasn't that far off from happening.

You had trouble admitting it to yourself, too, but you had someone in mind for who you hoped it would be.

"Hey losers," MJ's voice interrupted your thoughts as she sat down at the decathlon table. "Why are you both always here so early?"

"We both have study hall, there's no point in sitting in there anyway," Peter grabbed one of the cookies she brought, and she rolled her eyes.

"Whatever," MJ offered you a cookie, and you gladly took it. She was a great baker. "Were you both ranting about soulmates the whole time, or did you at least start the flash cards?"

"We weren't ranting about soulmates at all, for the record," you complained, "Peter just likes to steal other people's ideas."

"Hey!"

"True," MJ agreed, "But why don't we focus on the cards? Last thing I need is for Flash to have to replace one of you at the tournament because you're too busy with soulmate essays rather than actual work."

"Soulmate essays are actual work," you muttered, but you picked up the flash cards MJ had given out last week. "But whatever."

It was only a few minutes before everyone else poured into the decathlon room. Cindy and Abe were watching something on his phone, Flash seemed to be last-minute posting something to his vlog, and Ned and Betty were debating the latest Star Wars movie.

MJ started passing out papers since Mr. Harrington seemed to be running late, but you were distracted by the familiar sound of your own altered voice shouting insults coming from Abe's phone. You peeked at his screen, and almost laughed before realizing it probably wasn't funny to anyone but you.

"Why are you watching a YouTube video titled 'Black Cat Beats Up Spider-Man for the 57th Time?'" You asked Abe, "And why does that even exist?"

"She beats him every time, it's funny," Abe laughed, and you stood corrected.

"Not every time," Peter muttered, but as much as you liked the boy, you couldn't agree with him on that one. It pretty much was every time.

"It is kind of funny," MJ agreed with Abe, and Ned scoffed.

"How is it 'funny' that a criminal gets away this often?"

"Hey, she steals from the rich, I can't be that mad," MJ pointed out, and you tried not to laugh.

"Yeah, but bad things always happen when she's around, so she's still a bad guy," Flash butt in, shoving himself in between you and Peter to join your table. Flash was rich anyway, so it made sense for him to not like Black Cat, "I have a theory about that."

"Not the theories again," Betty put her head in her hands, and you almost wanted to do the same.

"Black Cat, right," he pulled up his phone and showed everyone at the table a picture of Black Cat, as if none of you had ever seen her before. It was a little weird for you to sit there and watch him showing everyone a picture of you in a costume, but you didn't really have any choice but to sit there and accept it. "What are black cats notoriously known for?"

"Bad luck!" Cindy chimed in.

"Exactly!" Flash shouted, "That has to be her power. She causes bad luck whenever she's around. That has to be why no one can catch her - she uses it to her advantage, right? Like when Spider-Man's webshooters just stopped working once and she got away? That couldn't have been a coincidence."

You tapped your fingers against your knee nervously. It wasn't like a bunch of high school kids could just discover one of your best kept secrets and it would ruin everything, right? Honestly, you figured only Spider-Man would have put that together one day, not some kids watching too many YouTube videos.

"That can't be true," you spoke up, "I mean...wouldn't she like, brag about it? Don't most bad guys go on weird rants about how powerful they are?"

"Not her," Peter frowned. "She's more of the steal and run away type."

True. You didn't let yourself speak up again as everyone started arguing, not wanting to draw too much attention to it.

"Doesn't matter either way," Ned finally broke it up, "Spider-Man will get her one day."

You had to grit your teeth to keep from saying anything.

It didn't bother you so much anymore. You had learned not to internalize it, and you had to ignore the fact that it wasn't right what you were doing. You were the only one who knew why you did what you did as Black Cat, and you weren't sure anyone would understand even if you told them.

"Let's just start practice," MJ decided, and you let yourself get focused on the cards again.

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The robbery wasn't going as planned.

You had to hand it to Spider-Man - you were pretty sure that you wouldn't be able to fight off as many bad guys as he did. It seemed like every other day, some new villain popped up and you saw them fighting on the news. He won every time, but still - that was a lot of work.

And, well - he never won when he fought you, considering you weren't locked in a jail cell.

"God dammit," you muttered, trying to shove more money into your bag as you heard the sounds of people yelling outside.

You never made a scene, you never held hostages or tried big bank robberies - you were in a CEO's skyscraper penthouse, just trying to get the "secret" stash he had in a safe behind a wall painting. Way to avoid obvious hiding spots - honestly, he deserved to have it stolen at this point.

But of course, when you were being stealthy and even thinking you could get away without even an alarm - some idiot, amateur villain was trying to rob a bank across the street. Soon enough Spider-Man would be here, and his stupid sixth sense would warn him that you were also committing a crime nearby. There were so many bad guys popping up as a result of everyone returning from the snap, and now you couldn't complete even this small job without some idiot blowing your cover.

Couldn't the Avengers have at least warned everyone that half the population would be coming back?

"This always fucking happens," you muttered to yourself as you got the last of the money you thought was worth the risk, hurrying to close the safe door and put the painting back. It was only a few seconds before you were scaling back down the building, almost wincing at the sound of screaming from the other side. You caught a glance at the bad guy, who seemed to be operating large machinery and was throwing cars around.

Great. Times like this you were really glad you didn't have a car that could potentially get destroyed.

You landed in the alleyway, look around to make sure no one was near. With all the chaos going on, it would be too risky to get out of your suit and try to make off with all the bills in your already suspicious looking bag.

Unfortunately, someone was running toward you, and you couldn't think more on what plan you had to get out of there without anyone seeing you.

Your breath caught in your throat as you met eyes with Peter Parker, who seemed to be out of breath and running toward the alleyway you were crouched in, most likely to hide. As soon as he saw you, though, he froze in his tracks. Of all the people to be around you as Black Cat, he was the last person you wanted it to be.

Before either of you could even do anything, the idiot causing the scene happened to throw another car...right where he was standing.

There wasn't any time to make a decision, and you didn't hesitate. You jumped in front of Peter and prepared to take the brunt of the impact - your abilities might have kept you alive compared to his nonexistent ones. Fortunately, it didn't hit either of you - unfortunately, that was because you grabbed Peter too forcefully, and the both of you went tumbling.

You managed to finally stop rolling, you hand behind his head and your other hand catching the ground. Somehow your mask remained in place, which was good, but Peter winced beneath you and you quickly moved up so you were hovering over him rather than slightly crushing him.

"Shit, are you-" You stopped talking. For what was probably only a second, but felt much longer, you stared down at Peter as a weird feeling crept up your chest. Based on the way he was staring up at you, too, he also felt it.

Something similar to the feeling of getting the last puzzle piece to fit in a puzzle washed over you, and you almost buckled.

Click.

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Back Door Adventure | Ransom Drysdale

A/N: So guys, this was originally a request i had received but seeing as i got one of the prompts wrong, i’ve had to post it as a regular fic, and i am now having to re write the request. So you’ll get another piece from me in the next couple days or week hopefully.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be translated or to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad or Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ransom chose to give you space to study, but when he can’t hold himself back any longer, your reunion leads the two of you back to the bedroom.

Warnings: Smut and fluff galore! Anal fingering and oral, vaginal oral and fingering, anal sex, vaginal sex, mirror sex, dirty talk, daddy kink, swearing, rough sex, degradation slightly and praise kink. 18+ all round folks. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 7,070

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @whenescapingdinosaurs​ go check them out🥰

It’s been a long night, tossing and turning with the Egyptian cotton sheets wrapped around you, covering your modesty. Not that you have a reason for your body to be so hidden away, you’re just more comfortable and warm under these soft sheets.

Still, you can’t help but wonder if you’d even have a choice if Ransom were here. The feel of his large hands on your skin is still very much present, you can’t escape him and you’re not sure you would want to if you could.

He’d more than likely rip the covers from your skin, desperate to see every beautiful exposed inch of you, wanting nothing more than to worship you like the goddess he always reminds you that you are.

It’s been two whole days without his touch, two whole days of forcing yourself to enjoy the time away from him despite knowing yourself better, despite knowing that living without him is the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. Even if it is only temporary and short lived. Even if it’s just for a week.

But it’s all for your own good, you’ve been working yourself into a frenzy with your late night study periods and staying up until all hours completing assignments. And sure, the space has done you the world of good, you’ve submitted two assignments earlier than the deadline and now only one remains, but since that isn’t due for another month, you can afford to slack off a little.

Failing to drift off into a nice deep sleep, you decide to take yourself downstairs to get a drink, perhaps that’ll help.

Dressed in nothing but Ransom’s tatty old blue sweater, you lift up onto your tip toes to reach the top cupboard to retrieve a glass. You fill it to the halfway point before turning the tap off and gulping it down.

Immediately you feel the dryness in your throat easing as the cold water slides down your throat.

Once you finish, you place the now empty glass in the sink before turning on your heels to head back up, but before you can, something catches your eye.

A light shining through the window.

You curiously take a couple steps toward it, moving the blinds to get a better peak but the light soon fades and you’re left squinting to see where it came from.

Not even a minute later, you hear a noise coming from the front door and as you edge closer to it, you realise someone is messing with the lock but before you can even panic about who it could be, the door opens to reveal Ransom.

He’s standing there, all 6ft of him, perfectly brooding and handsome, just the way you like him. Exactly what you fell in love with.

His hands move to the lapels of his infamous brown coat so slowly as if he’s not even aware of your presence in the doorway to the lounge. You watch in silence, admiring him as he hangs the coat on the hook before it’s interrupted as he turns, his eyes landing on you.

Blue orbs gleam with adoration as they scan you head to toe and the second his tongue pokes out momentarily to wet his delicious plump pink lips, you lose all ability to remain calm. Your feet slide across the floor as you run to him, his large and intimidating hands lift you and you wrap your legs around his toned torso, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

“Missed me, doll?” he rasps, alerting you of the fact that he more than likely just woke up. Or maybe he didn’t even sleep. Maybe he struggled to without your presence.

“Always” you murmur, feeling tears prick at your eyes as you cling to him for dear life, not wanting him to leave ever again.

Before Ransom, you spent way too much time laughing at couples like this, couples that lived in one another’s pockets. But now, you’re one half of a couple like that and you love every overly affectionate second of being involved. He’s heaven in human form, all wrapped up in slacks and cable-knits, with issues of being territorial and possessive when it comes to you.

“Missed you too, god, i’ve barely slept” he pulls you away from his neck, his eyes noticing the way your eyes have turned puffy from the tears, and yours are noticing the bags under his, proof of no sleep.

“Don’t ever leave again, please. Or if you do, take me with you” you plead, sarcasm with all the meaning of you needing verbal reassurance.

Suddenly, he’s sitting down on your couch, with you in his arms as his index finger tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His thumb dusting over your bottom lip momentarily, almost like he’s familiarising himself with the curve of it before reintroducing his lips to yours.

Two days. That’s all it was. But it was two days of feeling like half of your heart was no longer inside of you, instead it was in a bachelor pad across town, inside a man that was no longer within reach.

Sure, you could have driven to him but he had given you strict instructions. For you to focus on your work. He was only distracting you, not that you were ever going to complain, but he had to draw the line, be the mature one and allow you to do what was expected of you.

Your family are quite the ambitious bunch, and although they don’t care much for Ransom, he still felt it was his duty to show them he’s not all bad by pushing you to get your degree.

“I didn’t think i’d struggle as much as i did” he admits, his hand wrapping around the nape of your neck, pulling you forward gently, your foreheads touching slightly as you gaze lovingly into each others eyes. Lips inches away from meeting.

And just like that, his lips are capturing yours in a soon to be bruising and firework inducing kiss. The kind of kiss that young women read about in romance novels and dream of, the kind of kiss in movies. You know, that ending scene where the couple finally get together, the kiss following an admission of love. Except the only difference is yourself and Ransom are already aware of the love you both feel, it’s abundantly clear. No one can ever deny its presence.

“Me neither, you’re stuck with me for life, Drysdale”

His chuckle fills the room, sending your heart fluttering away as you fall in love with him all over again for the millionth time since the moment you first laid your innocent eyes upon him.

“I’ve missed you too much to even put into words” his usual stoic self always seems to dissipate whenever you’re within such close proximity, it’s as if with you, he struggles to keep his school boy like laughter at bay and his love sick puppy dog eyes out of view. You bring out this whole other side of him, a side reserved just for you.

It’s grumpy meets sunshine, and your sunshine turns him into this unrecognisable man. When it comes to you he’s addicted, you’re a drug that no rehab could ever fix. Not that he’d accept any kind of help anyway.

“How much?” you smirk, causing him to do the same as he moves your hair out of your face again, wanting to see every inch of you, wanting nothing to block the connection his eyes are finding in yours. The unyielding stare that causes your pussy to clench around nothing and your stomach to welcome the whole fucking zoo inside. He does crazy things to your body, things you hadn’t thought possible.

“How about i show you?” he proposes, standing up with you in his arms, your eyes searching his for answers as he carries you to the bedroom. Almost like he’s doing it in one smooth move, but in reality, you barely felt him move at all because you were too busy being so sickeningly in love with the man holding you.

As soon as you’re back collides with the sheets once again, Ransom backs up, skilled fingers fiddling with the belt on his slacks before it lands on the floor, the metal creating a heavy thud.

Your eyes speak for you, questioning him as he stands before you, his eyes now dark and hungry.

Long legs carry him to the bed where he lies down at the top with you at the foot, his head resting against the head board but as you stay silent looking at him, brows furrowed, he adjusts the pillows.

“Come here” he says, craning his finger, demanding that you do as you’re told for once. But then again, you’ve never been one to follow daddy’s orders with ease, it’s always been in your nature to call for punishment. That must be the sadist in you, and the submissive nature you’ve always carried within yourself.

It just took one hell of a man to lure it out, and that man, to no surprise, was Hugh Ransom Drysdale.

“Why?” you ask, not phased at all or at least, you’re hoping that’s how you’re coming across right now.

“Just listen, for once. Please” he begs, exasperated.

“But why?” you tease, lips curling into a smirk but across from you, there’s nothing but a straight faced, brooding rich boy.

“Come sit on my face, let me show you how much i missed you” now his tone has changed, from demanding and dominant to soft and sweet. His voice could ruin you in seconds if you allowed it to but for now you’ll settle for his tongue. Not much of a consolation prize though, more of a 1st place trophy.

And soon, he’ll have you screaming his praises just to prove it.

You scurry over to him, not wanting to wait another minute or even a second to receive the one thing you’ve dreamt of for two nights running and even during the day too. It’s been hard, the aching between your thighs calling out to Ransom with no response, and now he’ll finally be able to relieve, in the best way possible. The only way he knows how.

You move up his body, shimmying your own until your drenched pussy is directly above his face. His eyes gleam with satisfaction as he begins to lick his lips in hunger.

“So beautiful, baby girl” his fingers reach to glide over your puffy and needy petals delicately, making you jolt from excitement. He spreads you wide, like you’re splayed out across a dining room table, a buffet for him to feast on. It’s his own inspection of you before he tucks in.

Your body is rendering on desperation now, as you wiggle above him, soft whimpers escaping as he continues to touch you. If this isn’t you earning the gift of his mouth, then god knows what he considers ‘working for it’.

“Ran-”

“Uh-uh, doll. Patience” he dips his index finger into the pool of your arousal before smearing it all over your sex, taking his time before reaching your bundle of nerves. Shivers dance around your body at the contact and right now, you fear you won’t make it another couple seconds.

Then suddenly, a hard smack lands on your most sensitive area, causing you to jolt forward, your hands finding purchase on the headboard above.

“You should also know better by now than to call me Ransom in the bedroom. What’s my name, doll?” his eyes find yours and you bite down on your lip nervously, not wanting to make him mad, being that it’s your reunion.

“Daddy” you murmur, not loud enough though, clearly. As his hand smacks you again.

“Daddy” you say, with conviction this time, your whines sufficing for him, for now.

And that’s when his mouth attacks you, a feral man unable to contain the hunger he’s felt in your absence. Ransom Drysdale is a man who possesses many gifts but his one true talent lies within the confines of the bedroom. He knows a woman’s body better than women know it.

See, with most men, when their number is high- you know, in regards to how many women they’ve been with- it usually means they aren’t good enough or at least don’t understand what it takes to truly love a woman.

They don’t stick around long enough to learn what gets them going. But Ransom, he’s the exception. He just knows, it’s like all of those dates are what he used to figure you out. And boy, did he figure you out alright.

His lips move side to side, up and down, kissing you everywhere, except your clit. He knows the stimulation you need yet he wants to make you suffer just that little bit longer.

“God” you cry out, not giving two thoughts for your neighbours who’s sleep will deteriorate.

If there’s one thing you love about sex with Ransom at his place, it’s that his house is in the middle of a forest, it’s a little safe haven, a getaway for you. A place where you don’t have to worry about anything or anyone else, solely focusing on one another.

But for tonight, your place will have to suffice.

His hands wrap around your thighs, holding you tight and keeping you still above him. Whilst you wriggle and writhe, wanting nothing more than to ride his tongue until fireworks appear in the darkness of your eyes.

With his tongue as the force to transport you, you’re suddenly in a haze, a bubble forming around the two of you with no signs of it bursting anytime soon.

Your head tips down, your eyes stealing a glance at the man you’re feeling yourself belonging to more and more as the days fly by. But you can’t bring yourself to look away the moment his long thick lashes flicker, his dreamy orbs meeting your lovestruck eyes.

The way they twinkle with that four letter word, he feels it too, but now is not the moment to say it so for now you’ll settle for the silent exchange of them. Proof of the understanding the two of you have.

A seductive wink that you view in slow motion is the calm before the storm as he makes his way to your clit to give it the long awaited attention, knowing full well that you’ve anticipated it for quite some time.

You watch as his lips wrap around it, putting on a show for your not so innocent eyes to enjoy, setting your entire body alight.

The feeling of his tongue flicking your clit provides you with the most satisfying feeling, it fills you up, euphoria threatening to drag you under the more his skilful tongue wreaks havoc on your body.

“Oh, daddy” you breathe out, one hand gripping the headboard while the other is buried deep in his soft hair, tugging not so lightly at the strands as your hips begin to move on their own accord.

You glide across his tongue as soon as he releases your clit, his mouth hanging slack, allowing you to chase your peak for a little while until he snatches back the control by pulling you back to him forcefully. His hands too strong for you to fight.

“Now now, doll. Be a good girl and let daddy make this sweet pussy come” his mumbles vibrate against your sensitive skin, your thighs trembling as your orgasm creeps up on you.

His index finger starts to circle your puckered hole whilst his middle finger slides into your entrance with ease, your arousal assisting.

With every thrash of his tongue, every thrust of his finger, your ass starts to throb against the other, begging to be touched, begging to be loved.

Anal play has been something Ransom has been suggesting for weeks now, but you’ve always been against it, nothing has ever been able to change your mind. But right now, in your sated state, your pre orgasm buzz, you want it. And you can’t even describe why it is that you’re suddenly changing your mind.

The more his finger circles your untouched hole, the more you want him to show you how much you’ve been missing.

It’s almost as though Ransom can read your mind, as he sits up on the bed, manoeuvring you so that you’re ass is now hovering over his face instead.

Large calloused hands splay across your soft globes, squeezing ever so slightly before it turns to white knuckle force, his vice like grip on you letting you know his intentions.

“Does my filthy baby want her ass played with?” he asks, a mocking tone that makes you giggle, your ass wiggling over him like a present, one he’s already unwrapped but would gladly take from you again right now.

“Yes, daddy” you tell him, preparing yourself for his finger to make an entrance but you’re left surprised when his tongue is what makes the contact first. He points it as he circles your puckered hole with precision before pushing it into you slowly, drawing out a gasp from you.

You have no idea what to expect as you wait with bated breath for the addition of his finger but as a single digit of his enters you slowly, warming you up, you jolt, sucking in a breath whilst also attempting to relax for him.

“Now baby, relax. If we’re gonna do this, i want you to feel comfortable”

“Yes daddy” you roll your shoulders back, stretching your body out before allowing him to proceed.

And when he does, more gasps escape, you never expected it to feel this way. You read up on anal play plenty of times, mostly due to articles or videos Ransom would send you, his way of nudging for you to let him break you in, as he always liked to call it. But all the stuff you read always seemed like it would be painful the first time and of course, with only one finger, it’s hardly likely to hurt. But it’s definitely not something you ever deemed to be a pleasurable experience and yet here you are, enjoying it.

Your back arches, your groans bounce off of the walls like a ping pong ball and Ransom’s satisfied hums follow suit. In all of his years of leading that playboy lifestyle, not once did he ever have a sex life like the one he has with you. You showed him that true intimacy is the key to mind blowing sex, and you’re talking sex that shatters your world into pieces, sex that leaves your entire body reeling and sex that you crave 24/7.

It’s proof that trust, respect and true love are the key. And as for the upkeep of it, well that requires a whole lot of honesty, naked truths, and never feeling scared to tell your lover anything out of fear of judgement or abandonment.

Ransom struggled to maintain a relationship with a woman that wasn’t just sex for longer than a couple weeks at a time, he found himself getting very bored, very quickly. But then you came along, his biggest challenge yet his greatest reward.

You had drive and passion, a fiery demeanour and personality, and the looks and body of a model. Or at least in his eyes anyway. He knows all too well about your insecurities, about how you tend to put yourself down far too much for his liking. That’s also the reason why he finds himself worshipping your body whenever he can. You’re a goddess to him. And he loves you.

And that’s something he didn’t expect himself to ever say about a single woman, but with you, he knew it with everything he was, every fibre of his being was falling in love with you. It happened so quickly, he barely remembers a significant moment in time when it occurred. He just knows the moments before falling for you and after. And he doesn’t care much for the in between. Those times don’t mean a thing.

“Please” you cry out, rocking over him as his finger turns to two, slowly pumping in and out of your tight hole, while his other hands punishing grip on your hip is bound to leave you with a bruise.

“Please what, doll?” his voice gravely as he pulls his fingers out before delving back in but replacing them with his tongue.

The mix of his tongue and the loss of his fingers spur you on, your desperation to feel him so deep within your puckered hole is more intense than ever.

All of your previous worries about anal, they are long forgotten as you find yourself now begging for more.

“I want to do it” you murmur, lifting off of him and sitting down in the spot next to him on the bed, his eyes meeting yours and somehow recognising the visceral need you now possess.

Yet he still asks for that extra layer of reassurance.

“I just want you to be clear about what it is that you want to do, doll. Tell daddy”

Standing up off of the bed, you remove his blue sweater, dropping it to the floor without a second thought as you wait for him to stand.

“I want you to fuck my asshole daddy” you say, puppy dog eyes coming out to play as you bounce on the balls of your feet.

Ransom can’t quite believe his ears. For you to allow him to play with your asshole is one thing in itself but for you to want to go all the way with him and allow him to fuck your asshole, he feels happy that you trust him enough to let him do that. But he also feels a hint of fear that he’ll hurt you.

And Ransom could never live with himself if he caused you any pain or suffering, in any form.

“Are you sure princess?” his hands grasp yours as he stands too, towering above you and causing you to look up, feeling all the more dainty and delicate.

You nod your head, before confirming verbally with a simple “yes, daddy” and now that he has you naked in front of him, his needs are just as intense.

He leans down, both of his hands cupping your face gently with his thumb dusting over your bottom lip once again as his head dips. His lips capture yours in a soft yet hungry kiss, one that intensifies the more you continue with it. Without realising it, he backs you up to the wall, the coldness of it causing you to shiver a little before resuming with the kiss.

Your heads tilt to opposite sides as your tongues explore one another’s mouths, showing no signs of getting bored or giving in.

If you’re going to do this with him, you refuse to allow yourself to back out.

The feel of his fingers and tongue inside of you was like nothing that you expected, sure it felt strange but you enjoyed it, enough to want more at least. And besides, it felt strange when you lost your virginity too, with just a little pain added. And since you know Ransom will ensure you’re fully ready beforehand, how much different can losing your anal virginity be?

With little to no warning, he spins you around so that your hands rest on the wall, his feet kicking your legs further apart.

You feel him sink to his knees behind you, his large hands gliding down the backs of your thighs, caressing your skin as heat turns your pool of arousal to a fountain.

With the spread of your ass cheeks thanks to his eager hands, you prepare yourself for the return of his mouth, but still nothing can ever prepare you for the feeling of pure ecstasy that floods your body head to toe as his tongue thrashes at your puckered and inexperienced hole relentlessly.

He’s gearing you up for the rough fucking you’re about to get, making sure you can take it. But if it’s anything like your first time having sex with him, then you won’t ever be prepared and you’ll definitely struggle to take all of him. After all he is the biggest you’ve ever had.

As he continues to work your ass hole up, causing more flooding to cover your core, you find your body moving on its own accord, your ass grinding and pushing back onto his face, suffocating him for a split second before he spanks your cheeks causing you to stop.

And although you’re expecting some remark about how you shouldn’t be greedy and just take what he gives, instead you’re met with his hands grabbing handfuls of your ass cheeks. They tug you back as he buries his face deeper, groaning and humming, each noise as filthy as the last, if not more. A sign he’s enjoying himself.

The occasional spank on both cheeks earns Ransom a surprised yelp as you giggle simultaneously. You never knew something so taboo could ever feel so good the way he switches between fucking your ass with his tongue and circling it as he points the tip with precision. He knows just what he’s doing.

“Ransom”

The second the name leaves your mouth you gulp in anticipation for his reaction. Another hard smack to your already sore ass cheeks as he rises to his feet.

“What did you just call me?” his low volume voice, raspy yet intimidating as you feel his presence towering over you, your pussy clenching down around nothing. You crave him, your entire body in need of his dominant touch. You’d love nothing more than to serve him right now, submissive nature coming out to play just to earn back his good side.

“Answer me, doll” he demands, a little more of a growl, the words rolling off of his tongue effortlessly as he grows more and more impatient.

Two more smacks on your ass force you to open your mouth to speak, still you struggle.

But the words slowly find their way to your lips “i called you Ransom”

Another smack.

“And is that my name?” his voice, so quiet, so deep and threatening, yet so sexual and arousing. It’s like you know you should be running for the hills yet your feet remain planted into the ground, refusing to let you go. Your body needs him like you need the air you breathe. It’s vital.

If you were to ever leave, heaven forbid, he’d track you down. He’d never let you escape.

“No” you choke out, listening to the sound of his zipper sliding down, followed by the sound of him kicking his slacks to the side, discarding them entirely.

And now you know his hand is wrapped around his cock.

“And just what is my name, princess? Hm?” his fingers slowly graze your hips, dusting over them ever so slightly, and if it weren’t for you glancing down to watch, you would never know for sure if he was actually touching you or if you were dreaming.

“D-daddy” you stutter out pathetically, your own impatience growing more and more as his torture continues.

“Good” he says, proudly, followed by what feels like a second long pause before he’s spinning around and forcing you to your knees “now suck this cock and make daddy proud”

Without missing a beat, you wrap one hand around his impressive size, barely managing to fit his entire girth in your palm but nevertheless, you comply as best as you can. Your tongue pokes out to rid him of the pre-ejaculate that has leaked out a little, making sure to revel in the taste of him before getting right to it.

His bulbous head fills your mouth as you suck, working each inch in, slowly but surely. Your tongue flat against the underside of his length, your hands halting in pumping whatever is left of him as your mouth covers it eventually.

Lashes flickering upward as your eyes meet his, you watch as his hands tangle in your hair, pulling lightly on the strands. But the more pleasure that your mouth brings him, the tighter he tugs. And although the pain he’s inflicting on your scalp is too much to bare, you don’t speak up as the pool between your legs as well as his moans are enough for you to forget about it.

He tugs on your hair, you wince, you suck his cock better, the ache grows more and it repeats.

More growls and groans escape, his endless purrs of “doing so well” and “atta girl” fill the silence. Hips thrusting, his way of forcing you to take his size like a good girl.

Although you’re gag reflex is usually semi-decent, right now it’s practically non existent but neither one of you minds that as you power through, your saliva coating his cock heavily.

However, just as you find a steady flow, Ransom reaches down to grab your left arm, tugging you up aggressively, giving you no choice but to comply.

His mouth finds yours in a rushed teeth clicking kiss, your lips merging as one as your tongues barely even meet for a second before you find your breasts pushed up against the wall, your hands splayed out just above your head.

Shivers roll down your spine, goosebumps forming in their wake as he trails his hand down your back before stopping at your tailbone, the spot just above your ass.

“Been waiting so long for this moment, doll” his voice is proud, his words appreciative. He knows anal was a hard limit or you, something you always wrote off without a second thought. So for you to want to try it, to give it a go at least, it’s something he knows is as big for you as it is for him.

Even the feeling of your body enjoying the way his mouth and fingers pleasured you previously, was more than enough progress for him. And hearing you say you wanted his cock too, Ransom felt like all of his Birthday’s and Christmases had come at once.

He definitely feels spoiled to say the least.

His breath fans your neck as he leans in closer to move your hair out of your face for you, and just the feel of his breath alone causes the pulse in your clit to go wild. The throb of it drives you borderline feral, you need his attention on your body...right there.

The sound of him spitting down on his cock, followed by the squelch of him using it to pump his thick member, gets you excited but the fear of what you’re about to do finally hits you as soon as you feel his tip pushing at your forbidden area.

He smacks it with his cock a couple times before moving it to your pussy, briefly.

Sliding home with the assistance of your arousal, your eyes roll back at the return of him. Your walls flutter as they stretch to accommodate, you even find yourself pushing back, impaling yourself on his length but that’s when he pulls out. A feeling of emptiness filling you instead.

Barely allowing you time to breathe, his tip catches on your puckered hole as he pushes in, trying his hardest to ease you into it without making you feel uncomfortable.

You feel his face so close to your neck that his breath fans you once again, his hands gripping your ass cheeks, parting them as you feel him look down. His forehead resting on your upper back after kissing it faintly.

Ransom sucks in a breath as he watches his cock disappear further into your tight hole, his breathing ragged.

“God, if only you could see this for yourself” he rasps, voice barely audible as he groans “so fucking pretty” his lips meet your now exposed neck as he whispers words of encouragement for you, praising you on how well you’re doing.

“So fucking proud of you” he tells you “doing so fucking well, doll, taking that cock like a good girl. My good fucking girl” his words make your pussy throb and you long to feel his touch there.

And as though he’s gifted with the ability to mind read, he snakes a hand around your waist, his hand making it’s way to your bundle of nerves. Once it makes the contact, your body jerks, your puffy folds loving every second.

“Goddamn you, why do you feel so fucking good, goddamn you” his moans are strained as he pushes further inside, the low guttural sounds elevating you.

You poke your ass out, impaling yourself further on his cock, the feel of him in your ass is like no other, you didn’t expect to like it this much, for it to make your eyes roll into the back of your head the way it has. But it has and you do like it, in fact no, you love it.

It’s a whole new feeling of being full, his one hand rubbing at your pussy torturously slow, while the other smacks down on your ass cheeks occasionally. It only adds to the pleasure. All of it building, setting you up for your impending orgasm.

“I love it, i love it so much” you cry out, wishing for this to continue until the end of time. It feels too good, and now you know why anal is popular amongst a lot of women, it’s a brand new experience that you could really get used to having.

This might just be your new favourite thing.

“Yeah? Is my perfect girl enjoying daddy’s cock in her tight. Little. Ass?” his thrusts turn hard as he speaks those last words, as all of him fills all of you, right to the brim.

Tears drown out your vision, your body limp as you take whatever he has to give you, gratefully of course.

“Answer me” a hard smack to each of your ass cheeks one after the other breaks you from your daze “yes, yes i’m enjoying it” tears roll down your face as you blink before Ransom kisses them away.

He grips your chin to turn you so that you’re looking at him.

“Look at you, such a beautiful sight, doll” his kisses pepper across your jawline, down to your neck and then back up over your cheeks and to your forehead before finally settling on your lips.

The kiss is slow, passionate and filled with the love he has for you. And you love the feeling of his tongue fighting yours, the feel of his hands on you and the feel of him inside of you. You cannot get enough of him, he’s an addiction you refuse to kick.

“Love the way you feel, so warm, so tight” he tells you, his lips diving in for another round. The kiss is frantic with mini pauses as he snaps his hips, fucking you with a pace that could only be described as animalistic.

One you welcome with open arms, despite not being used to his size in your forbidden hole.

Ransom could never even begin to describe that first feel of your asshole around his cock, the first time he was properly seated to the hilt inside of you, so warm, so tight, so goddamn perfect. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his body was immediately under your spell and in that moment as well as now, he was prepared to surrender to you, let you take full control of the situation. But there’s just something even better about you surrendering all control and handing your body to him for him to take care of.

It’s the level of trust you have in him, it turns him on. Your willingness too.

And if he’s being completely honest here, he’s really struggling not to blow his load earlier than he initially hoped. Hence why he’s only just going quicker, pounding into your ass and stretching it to fit him nicely.

He throws his head back, running his hand through his hair as he holds onto the last bit of his restraint. But as his eyes land on the mirror at the other side of your bedroom, he feels it slipping away more.

He pulls out of you so suddenly that you whimper and beg for him again, turning around to face him whilst making grabby hands lazily like a school girl.

His hands tug you with such ease as though to him, you don’t weight a thing. And when he positions you in front of the mirror, your eyes meet his as he stands behind you. They tell you everything that you need to know, they answer every question that runs through your mind.

And he doesn’t plan on wasting time, this much is true. It’s in the way he pushes you forward, making you plant your hands to the wall either side of the mirror as he pushes back into your ass. A little force needed but not as much as the first entrance required.

"I'm gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, i want you to see how pretty you look when you're spreading your legs for me" his mouth is right by your ear, your earlobe within his tongues proximity, and as he sticks it out to lick the spot just beneath it, you find yourself wishing he would just devour your entire body all at once right now.

He leans closer, hands on your soon to be bruised hips as he digs his nails in deep, leaving crescent moons in their wake when he moves to them your ass, spreading your cheeks until he’s fully comfortable inside of you. You watch him intently as he slowly picks up the pace, until before you know it, his one hand is in your hair, tugging your head back as you arch for him.

Your hand reaches back, resting on his v-line, your mouth hanging open even further until his thrusts turn downright punishing and your jaw is practically on the floor.

Sinful and loud music escapes, spurring him on as he spews his pure filth, growling like a real animal, a man possessed. But this is what you turn him into. Feral.

“Such a filthy fucking girl for daddy” he grunts, squeezing a handful of your soft globe before punishing it, no holds barred here.

The tears streaming down your face, pleasure induced. The quiver of your legs, cock induced. The feeling of fullness and happiness in abundance, love induced.

This night is everything and more.

“I-i’m gonna come” your words come out as a stutter, his vigorous body pressing against yours hard.

The faint smell of sex in the air, arousing you further as his hand returns to your bundle of nerves, rubbing ferociously at it, stimulating you in every way he possibly can. His mouth like the devil, dragging you down to hell, his cock punching your g-spot, pushing you to that cliff edge, and his hand playing you like an instrument, strumming with no sign of slowing down. It’s the unholy trinity of pleasure.

“Come for me, doll. Give it to me, i want it” he slides his index and middle finger inside of your pussy, curling against your walls delicately and scissoring you open. Giving you that final push as your eyes meet his once more in the mirror.

And with that, you allow yourself to let go. Your body no longer tense but relaxed and free as you close your eyes, really transporting yourself into another dimension thanks to Ransom. His one arm wrapped around your waist to keep you upright as he feels your legs shaking against his own.

The sensation of your asshole clenching and pussy walls fluttering, he feels his own orgasm pouring down on him like rainfall. Intense and heavy. His body shuddering.

His thrusts slow as you press your hands on top of his as they rest on your torso, digging in slightly.

And it’s now clear that, that orgasm was the biggest one he’s ever had with you and that alone fills you with so much serotonin that you don’t ever want to come down from this high that he provides for you.

“I love you” his breathing frantic and heavy as he pulls you back to him again, if that’s even possible.

“I love you too, Ransom” you coo, his lips meet your cheek in an affectionate manor, reassuring you that you are quite literally his entire world.

How did you manage to get so lucky? You have no idea, but who would you be to question him?

All you can do is appreciate the fact that he’s in your life and the love you share for one another is real and imperfectly perfect.

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Give her the life I never had; Harry Potter x child reader

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So this came from my Wattpad requests and this is my first Harry potter (character not fandom) fic that I have written so I hope I didn’t mess this up for any hardcore Potterheads out there.  So this takes place during the Battle at Hogwarts so expect some death and violence involved, other than that not really much anything really. I know it’s been awhile since my last update but I hope to pick up the pace and post up some more stuff and then HOPEFULLY open up requests here since I know you all have been waiting patiently for that.

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It was finally over. All of it.  Voldemort was now dead, the Death eaters defeated, and now the Elder wand was destroyed and lost to the sea.  I looked towards the ruins of Hogwarts knowing that the stone and walls can be rebuilt, some of our friends would be able to heal their physical wounds, however some mental wounds won’t.

The Weasleys they’ll always have to live with Fred’s death for the rest of their life and grieve over the fact he’ll never come back, especially George.  I had seen just how close their brotherly bond was, even when they had nothing they had each other, now George was gonna have to make do on his own, if he could.

And Hermione, while she doesn’t want us to know I had a feeling at what she had done to protect her muggle parents, thankfully with her and Ron seeming to repair their growing relationship, I know the Weasley’s will welcomingly be the family she needs now more than ever.

As I walked along the school grounds that’s when I came across (Y/n) getting looked over by one of the healers.  When she looked towards me, she gently smiled and I smiled softly back at her thinking back on how I found her in all this chaos.

The battle was pure hell.  Spells and curses being blasted, bodies dropping like flies, and rubble from the school walls crumbling down as repercussions from the spells firing out.

I had pushed back a Death Eater with an Stupefy spell which sent him flying all the way across the Great Hall.  Another death eater soon came right at me but I quickly disposed of his wand first before giving him the paralyzing spell.

That’s when I heard it.  The sound of a young girl crying.  I quickly ran around the corridor and saw just down the stairs where I once found the Mirror of Erised, a young girl around maybe her 1-2nd year hovering over an older girl who looked almost like her but had longer hair.  The young girl with shorter hair was weeping hysterically as she kept crying.

“Liz? Lizzie. Get up sis. Oh please get up.” From the pale skin and the soulless eyes that Lizzie had, I knew immediately she had been hit with the Killing curse. Cautiously I walked over to her and said.

“Are you alright?” the young girl looked up at me and she sniffled.

“Yes. But my sister she—she won’t wake up yet her eyes are open.” Knowing how I hadn’t learned of the 3 unforgiving curses until my 4th year at Hogwarts, she must’ve not known what exactly happened to her sister.

“What’s your name?”

“(Y/n). (Y/n) (l/n).”

“Well (Y/n), I…….I’m afraid to tell you this but……..your sister’s—she’s dead.”

“What? No but….if she were dead her eyes would be shut, the spell that hit her just made her collapse. Like the paralysis spell.”

“But it wasn’t a blue light that hit her, was it?” she looked back down at her sister and touched her cheek.  “I’m afraid it was the most dangerous of all unforgiving curses. The Killing Curse.” She sniffled and hugged her sister’s corpse and choked out.

“But—she was…..she’s all I have left!” I looked around and two more Death eaters spotted us.

“Get behind me.” I urged (Y/n).  Without question she got behind me and I held out my wand and as they charged toward us I called out, “Stupefy!” which sent one Death eater flying backwards but then I felt a shock to my hand which sent my wand flying towards the second Death eater’s hand.  She sneered at me but then a voice exclaimed.

“Petrificus Totalus!” the female Death eater soon went stiff and fell to the ground.  I turned and saw that it was (Y/n) who had casted the curse.  I ran over and took my wand back from the witch and told her.

“Come on. We can’t stay here.” She took one last look at her sister.  I knew she was hesitant to leave her but if she remained here, she’d be a sitting duck.  “Your sister would want you safe (Y/n).” she turned to me and nodded before taking my hand and we raced out of the hallway.

Together the two of us worked together to fend off the oncoming Death Eaters, but one Death eater used an Inferno spell which burnt (Y/n)’s arm pretty bad.  I shielded her from the next oncoming Inferno attack but the heat of the flames was almost too strong for me to hold back.  That’s when a wave of water came and extinguished the flames and the Death Eater was flown backwards till his back hit a column and he collapsed dead.

We turned and there stood Professor McGonagall.

“Professor.”

“Harry, Ms. (L/n) are you both alright?”

“I am, (Y/n) however got burnt on her arm.” She walked up to us and she examined (Y/n)’s arm. She let out a painful hiss and the Professor said.

“I’ll take care of her from here Potter.”

“Thank you Professor.” Just as I was about to leave, I felt a hand grab the sleeve of my shirt and I saw that it was (Y/n).

“Thank you, Harry Potter.” I smiled down at her and nodded to her.  She released my sleeve and I ran off to finally end this once and for all.

I walked over to her just as the healer cleared her off and moved onto the next student that needed medical treatment.  I sat down beside her and asked her.

“How are you doing (Y/n)?”

“Shaky but—alive.” She softly scoffed.  “But at what cost? My sister’s dead. She was the only family I had left. Now the ministry will probably put me in the Magic for Orphans facility, and with me almost being a teenager, no one will want me.”

I was probably the only one who knew what she must be going through.  Even though we were orphaned in different circumstances, we still lost our loved ones to Voldemort.  Now I must be crazy because I had no clear idea of what to do next but what I did know was that I couldn’t leave (Y/n) alone anymore.

“What if—” I started off by saying.  “What if you…had someone to look after you?”

“But, but Harry I—I have no other living relatives. It’s always just been me and my sister since our parents died three years ago at the Quidditch world cup.”

“I know, but what if there was someone who wanted to help you out. Give you a home so that you wouldn’t have to suffer any potential abuse or neglect.”

“And just who would that person be?” I sighed softly before telling her.

“You’re looking at him.” Her eyes softly widened before she let out a soft gasp.

“But-but why? I mean no offense Harry but…..why would you want to help me out?”

“Let’s just say, from one orphan to another I know how lonely it can be. I had no clue about the magic world till I was just your age, and though I may not know how the Ministry of Magic deals with orphaned wizards, I do know a thing or two about living in terrible conditions. I lived practically my whole childhood in a tiny hall closet in my aunt and uncle’s place. And I wouldn’t want you to potentially go through that type of abuse in a stranger’s home.”

(Y/n) was silent for a moment, taking in what I just said.  Weighing out her options before thinking about what answer she would give me.

“If not I’ll understand, I’ll check in whenever I can. But just know you won’t go through the rest of your life alone.” She looked up at me.  Her eyes that were once filled with tears, but now filled with courage and strength as she said.

“If it won’t be too much trouble with you, I’ll go with you.” I softly smiled at her and told her taking notice of her robes.

“Spoken like a true Gryffindor.”

After that, the Weasley family, Hermione, myself and (Y/n) returned to the Weasley’s old home the Burrow and decided to rebuild it, a symbol as a fresh start to all our lives after this whole war.

We also had a memorial service for both Fred and (Y/n)’s older sister, each of us speaking for both Fred and (Y/n)’s sister before finally burying them and summoning a beautiful garden around them of their favorite flowers and plants.

As the sun was starting to set I saw (Y/n) still standing over her sister’s grave.  I walked out to her and said.

“Mrs. Weasley’s prepared supper for all of us. She says you best come in before it’s all gone.” (Y/n) remained silent.  I softly sighed and without another word I just stood there beside her.  She may not want to talk, but she should at least know that someone was there when she was ready.

“I—never thought I’d have to face this world without her. Even through our fights, especially after mom and dad died, she was always there for me. She especially liked to tease me about my crush on Joey Matarazzo, saying we’d get married one day and have kids of our own. Now she won’t ever see me grow up, or achieve any dreams I’ll have for the future.”

“Let me tell you something my Godfather once told me. He told me that the ones that love us never really leave us. And we can always find them, in here.” I pointed to her heart.

She looked up at me and finally for the first time I saw a true, genuine smile.  She came closer to me and wrapped an arm around my waist and rested her head against my ribs.  I wrapped an arm around her and we stood there for a few more minutes before walking back inside the Burrow to join the Weasley’s for dinner.

*FF 19 years later.*

It was like any other year, but this time it was my second son’s first time doing this.  I could already see from the look on his face that he looked anxious about his first year going as we came up to platform 9¾.

“Together.” I assured him as we took hold of his cart and we both ran straight through the brick wall and found ourselves right by the Hogwarts Express.  As we walked closer to the train, we soon found Ron and Hermione with their kids, I spotted Draco and his wife and son bidding their goodbyes.  He and I looked at each other, neither of us speaking a word but he gave me a point nod, and I nodded back to him.

“I was beginning to think I’d have to write my own brothers up for detention already.” A female voice soon spoke up and coming right towards us was (Y/n), all grown up and in her Professor robes.

Since the battle she continued on her Hogwarts education and excelled in both Magical creature knowledge and potions making.  By the time she was in her 4th year at Hogwarts, Ginny and I had agreed to legally adopt her as our own child and she was beyond thrilled at the news.  After graduating, she worked with me at the Ministry of Magic to focus on potion brewery before enrolling to be the next Potions Professor and this would be her second year teaching that class.

I’m told she’s kind but firm when it comes to students goofing off in that class, but she is always there to make sure no student messes up a potion and causes injuries either to themselves or others.

“Not in the slight.” I assured her.

“Good. I would hate to have to write them up to Headmaster McGonagall.” She told me.  She looked down at her brothers and asked them, “So boys, you ready?”

“Oh yeah!” exclaimed James while Albus was more reserved and didn’t really say anything. Instead he walked away and sat down with his arms hugging his legs close to him.  (Y/n) and I looked at each other and I told her to get James onto the train as well as herself while I talked to James.  She nodded and guided James as well as his things over to the train while I walked over to Albus and knelt down beside him.

“Dad,” he spoke. “What if I am put in Slytherin?”

“Albus Severus Potter. You were named after two Headmasters of Hogwarts. And one of them was a Slytherin. And he was the bravest man I had ever known. But if it means to you, you can choose Gryffindor. The sorting hat does take that into consideration.”

“Really?” I nodded. “But how would you feel? If I was sorted into Slytherin?”

“Then Slytherin will have gained the best wizard they could ask for.” He smiled and embraced me and I hugged him back.  “Now come on, off you go.” We then walked towards the train and Albus got himself situated inside with his brother and Ron and Hermione’s kids, and riding alongside them to keep an eye on them to Hogwarts was (Y/n).

As I stood by my friends and we watched the train leave the station, waving goodbye to our kids I couldn’t help but feel like we had done it.  The war ended almost 2 decades ago and now our children can learn magic in a better world, a world without Death Eaters, a world without darkness and death, a world without a Dark Lord.

A peaceful time in our world.