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Charms
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Sirius Black x Fem!Slytherin!reader
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After lunch, you had a free period. You had gotten comfortable in a bay window with a book and it didnât take long for one of Hogwartsâ strays to find you. You had started with just absentmindedly petting it, but then it curled up in your lap and fell asleep. You both loved and hated how content it looked snoozing away. You groaned when the bells chimed to signal the end of the period. You couldnât move, not with a sleeping cat in your lap. How could you disturb its rest?Â
You sigh. At least itâs only Charms. You accept your position and continue to read. Youâre certain that Pandora or Dorcas will take notes when they notice youâre not there. If worse comes to worst, you could see if Evan or anyone else has notes. Or you could have Dorcas ask Marlene for Lilyâs notes. Staying with the cat seemed more acceptable with each person you added to the list of possibly having notes. For all you know, Professor Flitwick could be reviewing a spell youâve already mastered and youâd be bored out of your mind anyways. Yes, staying here and letting the small creature remain unbothered was okay.Â
Sirius, who had gotten better at sneaking glances at you during the classes you shared, notices right away when you arenât in your seat next to Pandora when Charms starts. As much as he wants to point it out to his friends and get their opinions on where you might be, he doesnât. If he did, heâd endure more teasing about âstill being intriguedâ by you. He was. He just doesnât want to deal with his friends right now.Â
Despite knowing you arenât there, Sirius continues to glance toward Pandora throughout the class. He also looks at the door. Heâs hoping youâll walk in with some excuse for being late, but you never do. Sirius has never found it so difficult to pay attention in class. He really hopes that his friends donât notice him scanning the room and ask him what heâs looking for. Still intrigued. He wasnât sure if this intrigue was developing into something more. Interest. More than interest. He felt a need to get to know you better. To get you to like him. You were a dog person after all. You should like him.Â
After class, rather than heading straight to his next lesson, he looks around the corridors a bit. Heâs looking for you, but if anyone dared to ask, he would claim to be looking for a dropped quill or something. Is a quill a believable thing to be searching for? If he dropped an ink pot, that would break. Maybe a misplaced textbook? Heâs still thinking of possible excuses for what he was looking for when he spots the real thing: you. Your hair seems to glow in the sunlight from the window where youâre sitting, book in hand and cat in lap. Of course you had an animal with you.
âAh, there you are!â Sirius exclaims, strolling toward you. âYou missed Charms!â
You tilt your head, looking up at the voice.Â
âHave you come to give me your notes?â
âDo I look like I take notes?â
âNo, but looks can be deceiving.â
A crooked smile appears on his face.Â
âAnd how do I look, darling?â He strikes a pose, earning an eye roll from you.
âLike a pompous arse who doesnât have notes to offer me?â
âHmm, not the answer I was going for.â
You snort a laugh, which slightly disturbs the cat still sleeping in your lap but it adjusts and falls right back asleep.
âWhat do you want to hear? Oh, Sirius, youâre so dreamy and fit and charming and dashing,â you say in your falsetto.
Sirius laughs and leans against the wall near your feet.Â
âYeah, something like that.â
âThen go find your fan club. Theyâll tell you that.â
You turn back to your book, hoping heâll leave. He doesnât.
âAre you not in my fan club?â he asks, tapping your shoe with his finger.Â
âNo. Never have been,â you say. Your eyes are glued to the pages of your book.Â
âItâs always accepting new members.â
You look up at Sirius with an annoyed look, which softens quickly when you see Regulus approaching from behind him.Â
âReggie!â you call with a wave.
Sirius spins around, coming face to face with his brother.
âSirius,â Regulus greets his brother coldly. His tone warms when he looks back to you. âI have bad news for you.â
You groan. âItâs formal?â
He nods and Sirius looks confused.
âWhatâs formal?â
âYouâre still coming, right?â Regulus asks you, his eyes pleading you to say yes. âPlease?â
âYes, Iâm still coming,â you say and his face lights up. âBut! Youâre coming dress shopping with me.â
His face falls. âWhy?â
âBecause Iâm not taking Dorcas or Pandora.â
âWhat do you need a dress for?â Sirius asks.Â
His interest in whatever his brother has invited you to is growing. What event was Regulus taking you to that you needed to wear a dress? He was amused that you would be dragging his brother shopping for said event. That unnerving feeling that he had in his stomach a few days ago outside returned as he thought of you twirling in a dress in front of Regulus for his opinion.Â
Regulus shot Sirius an annoyed look, as if saying it wasnât any of his business.Â
âJust a Slug Club thing,â you say, waving your hand dismissively at Sirius. âSo, Reg, weâll go to Hogsmeade this weekend, yeah?â
Sirius didnât wait for Regulusâ answer. He left you two with his mind spinning on how he could be invited to this Slub Club thing. Who did he know that was in Slug Club and would likely not already have a date picked out?Â
âYeah, this weekend works,â Regulus says. He pauses as he turns to see how far away Sirius had gone. âWhy was he here?â
You shrug. âDonât know. Thought he was maybe going to offer me notes for Charms, but no.â
âYou were here all period, werenât you?â he asks, eying the sleeping cat.
âLittle thing is just so comfortable. You canât blame me!â
âYouâre unbelievable sometimes, you know that, right?â
âIt was just Charms!â you exclaim.Â
âAnd you skipped it.â
âYes, I did.â
âWhat do you have next?â
âTransfigurationâŠâ
Regulus gives you a small smile before he scoops up the cat. It chirps with wide eyes at the sudden movement. He gently places it on the ground and it runs away.Â
âCome on,â he says, grabbing your hands. âLetâs get you to Transfiguration.â
âBut!â
âNo buts! As your friend, I canât let you skip classes all day because a cat was sleeping.â
âRegulus,â you whine.
âI wonât hear it,â he says definitively. âYouâll thank me later.â
âDoubtful,â you grumble but now that youâre standing, you let Regulus lead you to your next class.Â
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It hits Sirius after dinner when heâs in the Gryffindor Common Room. Lily is in Slug Club. Despite all of Jamesâ attempts, she is very single and likely needs a date to the party. She could be his way in. He was fairly certain he hadnât seen her buddying up to any guy recently. He approaches the table where sheâs sitting with Mary and Marlene. He puts a genuine smile, hoping it helps his cause. Â
âEvans! You know how weâre best friends, yeah?âÂ
âWords never used to describe us, but go on,â Lily laughs as she looks up from her homework.Â
âIâve decided that Iâll be your date to Slughornâs party.â
She looks at him with a confused expression.
âYouâve decided?â
âYes.âÂ
âAnd you want to go to that?â
âYes.âÂ
âDo I want to know why? Usually people not in Slug Club are more than glad not to go,â she says.
He presses his hands on the table and leans forward. âI just need to be there.â
âNeed to, huh? Would you behave?â
âYes!â
âI donât believe you, Black.â
âWhat would I even do?â
âI donât know. Prank Severus or something stupid.â
âI thought you didnât like him anymore,â Sirius says, his brows scrunching together in confusion.
âI donât,â Lily says pointedly. âBut that doesnât mean I want my guest at Slughornâs party to be causing a scene. Itâs my image on the line.â
âI promise Iâll be on my very best behavior.â SIrius looks around the common room. âI swear it on Remusâ books, Jamesâ broom, Peterâs wizardsâ chess and my hair.â
âYou almost have to say yes now,â Mary says with a giggle. âHe swore on his hair and I want to see what happens when he fucks it up.â
âI wonât!â he asserts.Â
âI suppose it saves me from actually asking someone⊠Alright, Black. You can come.â She pauses and looks Sirius up and down. âYou know you have to dress up, right?â
He nods and smiles at her. âThatâs part of why I need to go.â
Lily exchanges glances with Marlene and Mary as Sirius returns to where his friends are gathered near the fire.Â
âYouâll have to give us a play-by-play. Black needing to go to Sluggyâs party?â Marlene tells Lily.Â
âDo you have any idea what thatâs about?â Mary asks.
Lily shakes her head with a sigh. âNo⊠I just hope I donât regret it.â
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#marauders fic#marauders#sirius black#sirius black x reader#sirius black x you#sirius black fluff#marauder-misprint#slow burn#Slytherin!reader
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Bunny-dog^2
#Terriermon#terriermon x#x antibody#digimon#ăăžăąăł#digital art#digimon fanart#hm#it has come to my attention its a dog but#looks so much like bunny..#rookie
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damien and linebeck have the minor dynamic of damien being a guy whoâs pretty well built and has a healthy bit of fat on him and linebeck having the prestigious title of âboniest man on the great seaâ
#salty talks#damibeck#damien fletcher#linebeck#sure! i need to stop worrying abt putting my oc x canon and other post ph atuff in main tags#anyways. its a fun dynamic in the sense that linebeck generally isnt tooooo interested in sex and doesnt typically get a lot out of it#at least not really touchy feely ânormalâ sex while damien has more of a sex drive and gets more enjoyment out of it. he likes the bones#but he also has the occasional thought of man it feels like im fucking a redead. anyways. this is important for post ph#cuz like. hes bony partically bc hes iust like thst but primarily bc hes underweight n has food problems. so thats smth they work on w him#so damienâs perspective as smth who enjoys being physical abt linebeck and pays attention to the shape and feeling of his body#is an intimate metric of. through damien holding him by the end of post ph its known that hes at a little bit of a healthier weight#linebeck likes being skinny and generally will stay in that area through how he lives and his preferences genetics and stuff#its just like. hey man. you are skin and bones rn. goal is. healthy weight. and damien holding him is the periodic measurement. yeah?#this is partially why i typically hc him as bein gaunt to the point of emaciated i can have this development n its tied to my hc backstory#the other reason is bc bony guys make me feel like a rabid dog#when my mom and i rewatched arcane a few months back she asked why viktor is my favorite character#and i had to take a minute and come up with an answer that wasnt i feel feral when i can see a manâs ribcage#but anyways under the overarching plot and minor arcs post ph is very much recovery as its personal plot#its a bit inspired by berserk in that way (not explaining itd take a whole but iykyk) so its. linebecks condition is important#his is the most important bc he needs the most work done and hes the most in need of the support group the crew makes up#yeah. anyways linebeck is bony as fuck and damien kinda has a thing for it tho linebecks tailbone is a fucking DAGGER so thats smth for him#slightly similar is body hair comparison- damien doesnt have much the T let him down hes got a lil but not much in post ph#while linebeck is generally pretty hairy and damien also likes that. he sleeps with him like mmmm chest hair and then Bones. im losing it
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Living in a world where my own mother is asking for my advice on getting a book published in which her self-insert complains about her children and is reaffirmed in the fact they are awful by the narration
#ive only read bits and pieces but from what i can tell#the children are both oddly attentive to their mother and weirdly supportive of her choices#while also being complained about in the most narratively disruptive ways when theyre not around#mom#mother#what are you trying to say#she literally named one of the children my 'boy name' aka the name they would have called me if id been born a boy#like mom come on#the lady has a small white dog and grew up in the praries i know its you
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reading ttg is just reminding me that no soulmates trope will EVER beat watashi/ozu... oh your guys are in love? that's cute. mine arent but they meet in every single life to be best friends and annoy the shit out of each other <3
#thats their love language <3#romantic soulmates never rly does it for me but platonic???? yeaaaagh baby#i think as well im not usually invested in both the characters in the dynamic so it falls a little flat sometimes#but i LOOOOOVE ozu hes one of my blorbos of all time im squishing him like a squeaky dog toy#AND i rly love watashi too i can relate to him a lot. ruminators of the world flipping between superiority complexes + depression unite!!#theyre both flawed in such different ways and it makes their interactions so refreshing to me. its just so genuine!!!#anyway this is a great translation i love their dialogue and the translator rly nailed the tone of watashis internal monologue#i can see why its not for everyone but thats okay its just for meeee :3#im gonna watch yojouhan time machine blues once i finish it bc ive had it downloaded forever (<- since it released)#but ive been keeping it for when i need an emergency lift of spirits... save me ytmb...... ytmb save me.....#and these last few weeks have been dire so perhaps the time has come..#ykw thinking abt it baru and watashi are actually kinda similar personalities..... or not maybr im insane â€ïž#i love the campal type of platonic soulmates too codependency my beloved <3<3<3#but a little conflict is needed to really seal the deal for me..... WAIIIITTT semi unrelated but i just had a drawing idea. woah#omg if i have energy in the next week i need to make this........no spoilers#sorry to keep circling back around but im rly glad im reading this right now. ttg always gets my attention just when i rly need to hear it#the number of times its fixed me god fucking bless. ok i need to prep some stuff for work + the weekend and then i can go to bed early#woohoooo. these cramps are Killing me#.diaries
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actually dying for a cooper howard x vaultie!reader smut where they have some slow burn longing steaminess, but coop thinks sheâs too good for him UNTIL she comes in contact with a sex pollen-esque chem and he finally gives in to save her đ„” please work your magic and elaborate however you want
A Flame in Your Heart
Cooper Howard x Fem Reader (SMUT!!)
CW: NSFW like absolutely filthy yâall, youâve been warned. đ unprotected sex, irradiated cream pie, p in v, p0rn w/ plot, slow burn, flirting, cursing, perverted thoughts, dub-con (because of chem usage though consent is asked and given!) rough sex, dirty talk, choking, praise kink, degradation, squirting, mention of fingering, FEELINGS!! Slight deviation from TV series, possible grammar/spelling mistakes, cooper starts off mean but slowly warms up to reader
AN: I absolutely LOVED this request! I was up all night writing down all my ideas and spent all this morning perfecting it, and this has to be my longest one yet! I thank you for your patience anon and my lovely readers as I finally post this! Hope you enjoy and that I have done your ask justice! â€ïž
Life outside of the vault was difficult to say the least. You felt hunger and dehydration in ways youâd never experienced before, going out of your way to do desperate things you would normally never do in order to get said food and water. The heat was unbearable, every stretch of land you walked across had a danger lurking around every corner, and worst of all, youâd never felt so alone. You werenât sure what it was about you, maybe it was because you were new to the surface, maybe it was your nearly perfect skin, but everyone seemed to stare or glare at you when you would walk through. It wasnât until youâd passed through Filly, meeting Ma June that you realized people didnât take kindly to people like you. âVaultiesâ she called them, an audible disdain in her tone, making you look down to remember you were in your blue and gold Vault-Tec suit. âIâll be going then, have a nice day!â You said skiddishly, offering her a kind smile before turning and exiting the shop. You just wanted to make friends, why was that so hard up here? So when your eyes set on a man clad in classic Wild West cowboy clothes, watching smoke settle after a stand off, you werenât sure why but you knew that was who you needed on your side in this world. Before you knew it, your feet were already moving and mouth speaking to him, grabbing his attention.
âI ainât no charity case sweetheart, I donât take on straysâ The ghoul spoke, his southern drawl making him even more memorable than the marred texture of his skin. You looked to the dog that trailed not far behind him as he walked, changing its pace to keep up with the man. âThe dog there with you tells me otherwiseâ you quipped. âAinât my dogâ he responded harshly as he continued walking. âI can make it worth your while!â You yelled, making him stop in his tracks for a moment, a scary sight at first before you worked up the nerve to come closer once he turned back to you. âAnd how you suppose youâd do that?â He asked, and at first you didnât know what to say, the words leaving your mouth before you could really think of a good enough reason. Did nobody like company anymore these days? âWellâŠI can be your scavenger! Pretty good at collecting stuffâ you offered, shaking your bag and making things rattle around inside to prove it, making him give a huff of a chuckle. ââf I wanted a pack mule Iâdâve found a brahmanâ he shot you down. âOkay, then I can be good company to talk to!â You offered. âThey make radios for when I want to listen to someone yackâ he shut down once again. âIâm a good cook! Even with shitty supplies, I can make a stew thatâd put a smile even on the meanest son of a gunâs faceâ you said, hopeful that heâd at least take you for something, but you had a feeling heâd probably turn you down again. âIguana on a stickâs just fineâ he said, though he had to admit the stew sounded good. Reminded him of home before all this wasteland bullshit. âOh, ummâŠâ you said awkwardly, your tone growing quiet and my how it put a sad look in your eyes. The evil part of him liked it, seeing your sweet innocent face all downturned but the part that was still human deep down, the part that hardly ever saw the light of day anymore, had half a mind to let you.
âGot a lotta nerve walkinâ up tâ me, girly. If you somehow been lucky enough that you ainât met dangerous yet, youâre lookinâ at someone who could put you down before youâd even mutter your last wordsâ he threatened, motioning to the double barreled shotgun in his hands. âI know, I saw it first hand. You hold yourself well, I envy that. Iâm new to all of this and just really want someone who can help me hold my own the same wayâ you explained. âLook, I know I donât look like much but please just give me a chanceâ you begged, looking up at him with a fighting spirit in your eyes that he had to admit, he was pretty impressed in seeing in a vaultie. âYou help me, I help you, however that ends up beingâ you offered, standing strong on this and damn if he didnât see a little bit of himself in you at that. He gave a sigh, tilting his head down before shaking it, not believing himself for the words he was about to say. âAlright, but the minute you start dragginâ youâre out, got me?â He said, and he hated the way his cold heart seemed to pump a little faster upon seeing your eyes light up with joy and a smile stretch to your face. âOh thank you, thank you, thank you!â You said, opening your arms up to hug him but being met with the barrel of his gun poking your stomach to keep space between you. âI donât do hugsâ he spoke gruffly, making you back up enough to where heâd drop the gun back to his side. âR-RightâŠsorryâ you apologized, embarrassment washing over you but still glad to finally have someone in your company. âCâmon, I ainât got all day nowâ he said, motioning you to start walking, so you joined him.
Your travels with him certainly werenât at all what you were expecting them to be. From being used as bait, to being tied up with rope most of the time youâd traveled together, or being sent in as his scavenger, you werenât prepared for a lot of the reality you faced with being up on the surface. Most nights made you question why youâd ever left the comfort of the vault, why youâd abandoned a trusty food supply, regulated temperatures, a safe place to sleep that wasnât riddled with radroaches or had the likely hood of waking up to a raider with a knife at your throat for no reason. Then you would remember the experiment in your vault, why you left that awful place for arguably a worse reality on the surface but at least you had freedom. Out here you were free to say what you want, do what you want, consume what you want so long as you could defend yourself incase that supply wasnât unclaimed. Youâd gotten pretty handy with a gun in the most recent weeks. Cooper, you learned one night was his name, using empty glass bottles as targets to help teach you accuracy and how to hit things from a longer range. In exchange, you came a little more useful than he had first thought. You had some useful stuff on you for trade like chems, ammo and food, were a good extra bag to hold stuff in, and you were a better cook than youâd talked about. Sure you had a tendency to talk too much, and you werenât great with a gun, but you were getting there.
âMight I suggest takinâ them clothes instead of wearinâ that suit?â He said, making you look at him weird for suggesting you strip a dead raider of their clothes. âWhy would I do thatâŠ?â You asked, genuinely confused and not sure what he was implying either, he was a hard man to predict. âBecause, people see that shit and get real mad. People up here donât like vaulties or the ones that run âemâ he said and it made sense, it helped you understand why you kept getting evil glares each time someone would look at you or talk to you. You figured he knew best, so you took the shirt and pants from one of the female raiders, tucking them into your bag to change into at a better time. He gave a chuckle watching you do so, apologizing to the dead body profusely as you took their clothes and whatever valuables they had on them for the betterment of your own survival. You were still so naive, part of him was hoping he could slowly start to break and corrupt your way of thinking, but that was a thought for another time.
Before you knew it, night finally began to fall. The sun setting across the horizon gave the air less of a hot, harsh bite as the temperature began to cool rapidly across the sands of the Mojave. All you managed to grab was a pair of beat up, old jeans and a tank top, so as soon as the sun set, the chill set in. As you both set up camp for the night just outside of an abandoned rest stop, you started a fire to cook some of that stew you talked about being good at. He had to admit, it was pretty damn good, likely the best thing heâs had since before the bombs went off. Though even the kindling fire couldnât manage to chase the chill away, watching you run your hands up and down your arms to try and warm up some by it. He felt a slight pang in his heart, watching you shiver like that, how your eyes lit up by the blaze of the fire and your hair seemed to be tousled just right. You were pretty, too pretty to be trekking this wasteland, and certainly too pretty to be trekking it with him of all people as your company. Even he had a heart still, as cold as it was, so out of kindness he shrugged his duster from his shoulders, draping it around you. You looked at the fabric pooled around you, pulling it over you better before looking to him as he sat down across from you again. âAinât no use if the cold gets yaâ he said, making you smile appreciatively at him as you realized what he did. âThank youâ you replied, a slight blush fanning to your cheeks as the chattering of your teeth finally died down and you grew warmer. It smelled like him, sure it had splatters of old dried blood and was rather worn, but it had that gunpowder and smoke smell to it that you associated with him. âDonât say I never did nothinâ for yaâ he replied, trying to sound cold but it didnât come off that way, making you chuckle. âWhat do I owe you?â You asked, making him fall silent for a moment as he pondered the answer to your question. He looked you over for a second before tipping his hat down to cover his face a bit, the signal that he was about to try and get some sleep. âJust keep watch for a bit, Iâll be up in a few hoursâ he responded, and while it wasnât what you were expecting, youâd take it.
He was startled awake a couple hours later when he heard a commotion, you yelling at someone telling them to back off that this place had been claimed. The raider you were up against didnât seem to like that very much, claiming that wasnât how it worked up here. The altercation took a turn for the worst when the man reached for his gun but you were quick to fire and kill him before he could let out a shot. A shaky feeling set in your hands and a horrified expression across your face at the realization that you just killed someone. Cooper, who was certainly wide awake now, was rather impressed by your quick timing and precision, coming up behind you to lay a gloved hand to your shoulder. âWell would ya look at that, looks like them lessons been payinâ off after all. Howâs it feel?â He asked, looking down at you as you stared at the gun in your hands. âHe was yelling at me butâŠhe was aiming at you. I donât really know what came over me, I didnât like that he was going to shoot you so I justâŠI killed himâ you said, recounting the encounter to him as if he hadnât seen it himself. He didnât really know what to think in that moment as you explained how your mind worked, he was proud for sure at your show of improvement with a gun, yet also touched at the same time. No one ever really looked out for him since he started his bounty hunting, he was a well hated man by many but you defended him without really any reason to. Youâd just learned his name not but two weeks ago, and before that he was dragging you around with rope yet you still defended him, had you two really gotten closer in the time thatâs passed since? He wasnât sure, but it was something he could mull over while you were sleeping. âGet some rest vaultie, sunâll be up soonâ he said, knowing you likely wouldnât get much sleep with the adrenaline still coursing through you, but it was at least worth a try, you two had a long day ahead of you.
When you woke up that next morning, things felt a little different between you two. You werenât some annoying little dog following him anymore, you were an equal. He no longer looked at you and treated you like you were lower than him as you both set out across the wastelands, he had respect for you. Hell, he even started talking with you now when you were out traveling which was almost unbelievable. You learned through those conversations that he used to be an actor in Wild West themed films, explaining his outfit, and that he was married before the bombs dropped. You of course told him bits and pieces about yourself in exchange, after all it only felt fair but it was also nice to just finally talk to someone after all this time.
When night time fell again you two sat enjoying a meal by the fire together, only rather than across from each other, he sat next to you, making a blush come to your face as youâd smiled sweetly at him. âGlad to know I donât have germs anymoreâ you said jokingly, making him chuckle. âGive an old man some credit. It ainât exactly all peaches and marmalade out here darlinâ, even cute can be deadlyâ he said, the nickname and him calling you cute sending a deeper blush to your cheeks despite knowing itâs just how he spoke. Whether it was the lack of contact with other people for so long, or just his charm you couldnât quite tell, but it always seemed to have an effect on you. âJust teasinâ you, I get it. Iâd tie me up and use me for bait too if Iâd been doing this as long as you have. Itâs a shit hole out hereâ you said, making him look at you as you dropped the first curse word heâs ever heard from you. âWell Iâll be damned, either Iâm a bad influence or youâre finally growinâ outta that naive shell there, vaultieâ Cooper replied, making you laugh as you saw a smirk stretch to his thin, marred lips, the first one youâd seen in a while that wasnât brought on by drugs, chems or that first sip of a good bottle of alcohol. âProbably bothâ you quipped, making him chuckle. âYeah, probably. Been told I ainât easy to stomachâ he said, making you hum. âYouâre alright in my book, Coopâ you replied with a sweet, genuine smile that matched your tone and was that butterflies you felt in your stomach? Did you just call him Coop? No ones called him that in ages, why did it make his heart start to flutter a bit? âYou ainât so bad yourself, vaultieâ he responded, still affording you that small smile before turning back to his food. âKeep making food this good and I just might have to keep you aroundâ he joked, making you giggle and break the slightly tense silence. âItâs not much but I certainly try. Iâll definitely make sure to stay good at it, I like traveling with youâ you said, unintentionally coming off flirtatious and fuck there it goes again, that feeling in his chest and his stomach like he needed to hit his inhaler but he felt great. What were you doing to him?
âHey, if it isnât too much can I ask you a sort ofâŠpersonal question?â You asked, holding the beat up bowl in your hands as you looked over at him. This was normally the part where he would say no, absolutely not, he wasnât here to be questioned on his personal matters. Yet, with you, it was different. Ever since last night he hasnât been so on edge with you, it was like heâd warmed up to you. âDepends on what youâre askinâ there, sweetheartâ he said, the nickname once again making you blush. âDo youâŠmiss them? Your wife and daughter?â You asked, not sure if it was a good subject or good question to ask but after finding out, you were genuinely curious. He looked down at his bowl again, thinking of the proper response to your question. The old him would have been defensive, told you it was none of your business, but now? He wasnât sure. âAinât a day that goes by that I donât think about âem. About the way I ran out on âem when them bombs droppedâ he answered, making you give him a sad look as genuine guilt filled his tone. This was the most honest and open heâs been with you this whole time. âI feel guilty. Not sure if I feel guilty for runninâ out and leavinâ âem behind or guilty for the way I ran out, been tryinâ tâ figure that out for quite a while now and I still ainât sureâ he added, and you sympathized with that. Everyone has regrets, things theyâve done in the past that they arenât proud of, people up here were no different in that aspect. âWell, in the short time Iâve gotten to know you, Iâve come to understand that everything you do has a valid reason behind it. So even if you feel it was a shitty thing to do, you obviously had a reason for doing so. No one can blame you for trusting your gut, and I donât think you should blame yourself for doing soâ you responded, your hand falling to his as a comforting gesture, your words ringing in his head almost as if youâd opened something in his mind, something heâd never really gave himself to think about before. He looked down at your hand that rested on his, noticing the way you didnât flinch away from him like others did, the way you were brave enough to walk up to him, talk to him, *trust* him when he made it very clear that you shouldnât. It was smaller than his, softer for sure, but warm all the same, then he looked up to see that caring look in your eyes and smile on your face that told him that you cared. âGuess youâre right, still wonder sometimes if it was the right choice to makeâ he replied. âI understand. Everyone has regrets, we all look at the past and hold at least something that weâve done before in regret, itâs what makes us humanâ you said, making him give a huff as a chuckle. âYou got anybody?â He asked, making you look down as you moved your feet along the dirt. âAn ex-husband, but not anyone I really care about, no. My parents passed a few years before the bombings and he and I split up when I caught him cheating on me with some other woman in the vault..â you explained, not sure why it hurt you to tell the tale still, but you felt it was only fair considering what youâd asked of him to share. âSorry tâ hear thatâ Cooper said, making you chuckle weakly, a somber look coming to your face that made his heart wrench. âI havenât exactly been in love since, and considering he and I split up just a little over ten years ago, really says something I guess, huh?â You asked, trying to laugh to bring up the mood, knowing you sounded pathetic. âHe was the fool, not you darlinâ. He was the one skippinâ out on one hell of a womanâ Cooper said, making you look to him and blush a bit as you gave a chuckle at his response.
âThanksâ you replied appreciatively and with a smile before casting your gaze down to see your hands were still connected and it left you blushing harder with embarrassment, youâd been holding his hand this entire time without realizing it. âOh my gosh, Iâm so sorry! I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable if I have I-â ârelax vaultieâ he cut you off, pushing your hand back down onto his to assure you that he was far from uncomfortable. âItâsâŠrather nice actuallyâ he admitted, making you feel relieved but your heart fluttered in your chest from it. A thick tension soon began to set in between you both after that night, something of an unspoken, kindling romance beginning to develop. âThen there it can stayâ you said, making him smile softly at you, tipping his hat at you as a silent thank you.
Months passed on like this, where youâd spend the days scavenging, picking the land for its resources you could find and hunting bounties by day, then spending your nights by a fire growing closer and closer with every passing day. Through your shared meals, jokes, deep conversations, and plenty of near death experiences, you started to notice your fondness of the ghoul you traveled with. The way youâd hang onto his words with that southern accent that seemed to pull at your heart strings, or the way youâd go out of your way to stand between him and a stray bullet. Youâd helped him on more than one occasion in getting out of a sticky spot, or getting him the stuff he needed to keep from turning feral. In return, he started to notice he was feeling the same towards you. There was this sudden need to keep you safe, to do nicer things for you, to speak better towards you, even flirt with you at times. Some nights thereâd be so much tension in the air, itâs a miracle you havenât jumped each other yet. Though in his eyes, as much as his heart yearned for you, he knew you were too good for him. Youâd been hurt before, and he had a reputation for hurting people, feeling undeserving of even just the sweet smiles and company you afford him even now. You didnât need someone like him, you needed a good man, someone who didnât kill for a living, someone who could treat you right, someone who didnât look the way he did. You were soft and warm, he was rough and cold, though he supposed thatâs where the term âopposites attractâ came from. So even when he was a whole bottle deep, he was sure to hold his tongue to a certain point.
Some of those nights around the fire were spent sober, others not so much, and this night happened to be one of those nights spent under the influence. You two had stumbled across a mini-mart, doing your best to out run the radstorm that had been trailing you guys for hours, coming in just to find whatever supplies you could to make it through the next week and possibly hunker down for the night. So imagine your surprise when you seemed to have found the largest chem stache youâd both ever laid eyes on. âCoop! Come here, you gotta see thisâ you said, making him run towards you to make sure you werenât hurt or in trouble. His nerves were eased once he saw you, fully intact. âTell me Iâm not seeing shitâ you said, pointing to all of the supplies sitting in a box on the table, joined by other supplies around it. You both looked at each other in complete and utter disbelief, this would keep you stocked for months, maybe even a whole year if you conserved it well. âWell ainât that just the prettiest fuckinâ sightâ he said. There was no way a horde of chems this large and this valuable was just completely unprotected you reasoned, so you routed around the place, scoping out for any raiders, straggling traders or ferals who happened to still be around. It was as if heaven was shining down on you both as you found no one around, seemed like no one had been here for days. So you did the most logical thing anyone would do in this situation. Stuff each of your bags to the brim of drugs of all varieties! Seeing as you had food, chems and even some clean water and alcohol lying around, Cooper locked and barricaded the door shut, proposing it could be a good spot to sleep for the night. With a radstorm approaching, it was best to have a roof over your heads to keep out the rain and potential radiation sickness that came with it. âThis is the closest fuckinâ thing to a slice of heaven Iâve seen in agesâ he said, aside from you is what played in his mind but he couldnât speak that out loud, no matter how much he wanted to. âYou said it!â you replied, and itâs even better with you here you thought, but thought it best to keep it to yourself. He plopped down on the couch, kicking his feet up to rest on the small table that seemed to be in shambles, enjoying a tape that was playing on the TV that he was surprised to still see functioning. âHoly shit, this thing still works?â You asked, amazed to see working technology out in the wastelands, sitting next to him as you watched it with him. He gave a smirk at your reaction, thinking it was cute the way your eyes would light up when you got all excited over something. Deep down it made him want to give you everything you laid eyes on like that just to see it pointed towards him. âGuess soâ he replied, enjoying your excitement only to see you turn and look his way, which was his signal to stop staring holes into you before he gets caught. âI dunno about you baby doll, but I ainât about to spend tonight sober with this stache sittinâ here ân front of usâ he said, making you laugh as he routed through all the different drugs and chems til he found what he was looking for.
In the process of searching through it all, a small metal box fell to the floor at your feet. It looked like a box of mentats only the design was different, instead of the characteristic green and white box was a red one covered with hearts labeled DN-Chem. You supposed the worst that could happen was turn into the man sitting next to you, which you figured wasnât the worst fate to succumb to all things considered, so you went against all better judgement and said fuck it, popping two of the mentat like chems and chasing it with the vodka heâd found to wait for it to take effect. âThe hell is DN?â He asked, looking at the box, wondering what it was you took. âDonât know, guess weâll find out here soon because I took twoâ you said, taking another sip from the bottle of vodka he passed your way, and he gave a chuckle as you handed it back to him. âYou come a mighty long way, little ladyâ he commented before setting the metal pill box down. He took the bottle from you, taking a swig, then placing one of the small viles into his inhaler before taking a hit of it then lying back, breathing a sigh of relief as it and the alcohol entered his system like the perfect remedy to any ailment. As about a half an hour rolled by, you waited for the high to set in but it never came, instead you were just getting hot, like really hot. There werenât any windows open, and it was night time so you shouldnât be this uncomfortably hot for how it was but you felt like you were on fire. âShit, itâs hot as hell in hereâŠâ you complained, shaking off your jacket that youâd picked off of some raider a few weeks back, making him look to you curiously. âLightweightâ he quipped, making you chuckle. âAccept I donât feel anything, I just feel hotâ you said, making him hum with intrigue before turning back to the TV. âGive it some time, youâre new to all this. âm sure your body is wonderinâ what the hell you just put in itâ he said, and he had a good point, maybe it was just a side effect of not doing them so often compared to his every day use.
As time went on, you began to notice the way your eyes couldnât help but be glued to him, more specifically glued to the way his legs were now spread as he sat back. You wondered to yourself what he looked like beneath all that cowboy get up, what his reaction would be like to see you getting on your knees for him and slotting yourself between his spread legs. You shook your head to try and rid yourself of such inappropriate thoughts, but what you couldnât stop no matter how hard you tried was the feeling of arousal beginning to pool in your panties. Sure he flirted with you every now and again, but you doubt he felt towards you the same way you did for him. To him you were sure you were likely more akin to a pet than a friend, useful and nice to have around, but not anything further. At least so you thought. Youâd rather hoped you were wrong in assuming so, that maybe he saw you the same way you saw him. You bit your lip as you tried bouncing your leg to relieve the ache between your thighs, a light pink dusting your face and neck even up to the tips of your ears, but nothing worked. Even as you closed your eyes, all you could picture was you laid out on the couch beneath him, or bent over it with him behind you, or you riding him on it. âBeen awful quiet. You doinâ alright over there, sweetheart?â Cooper asked you, and the audible whimper you let out from the nickname left you completely embarrassed. You clasped a hand over your mouth, god you were horrified but he gave a grin and a chuckle in response. âIâm so sorry, I donât know whatâs gotten into me all the sudden. I feel soâŠweird?â you said, unsure if that was really the proper word to explain it but it was the only way you could really word it off the top of your head with how much your brain felt as if it was turning to mush. âYa took some chems, itâs gonna feel a bit fuzzyâ he said, trying to assure you that feeling a little funny was normal, but this? This didnât feel normal, not even for a chem high. You tried your best to swallow harshly, doing everything you could to try and relieve the dry ache you felt in your throat at the moment upon looking at him. You grabbed the bottle of vodka, taking a few sips but even that couldnât grant you bliss from it. The throbbing in your core was driving you absolutely insane. You swore up and down that it was like you could feel your heartbeat in your chest, stomach, and in your cunt all at the same time. âNo, this is differentâŠI donât think what I took was a normal chem, CoopâŠâ you said, trying not to panic at the effects that were setting in but god you felt like you were absolutely feral. He turned to look at you, watching as you clamped your thighs together and the red that fell over your face. âI feel like an animal in heatâ you said bluntly, making him go into a near coughing fit as you took him off guard. However that piqued his interest enough to pick up the little metal box again to see what it was you took. âI ainât ever heard of a chem that does that, was that DN shit the only stuff you took?â He asked, growing slightly concerned for you and whether he had a possible horde of laced chems, or just an extremely horny woman on his hands. Speaking of hands, you were lost in thought staring at them, at the way they gripped the couch like you wanted him to grip your thighs, at the way they looked in those leather gloves he always wore. You wondered how it would feel wrapped around your throat, or how it would feel if his fingers were buried deep inside of you. Shit. This was getting out of control.
âHey, ya with me still?â He asked, snapping to try and get your attention back on the matter at hand, making you shake your head yes as you broke from your perverted thoughts. âIs that DN shit the only thing you took?â He asked again, making you shake your head yes once more, because you knew damn well your voice was going to betray you the moment you tried to speak. That had to be it, it was the only thing that was different out of it all and the only thing heâd never heard of before. He knew it wasnât the vodka either because he was drinking it with you, so if it was affecting you, it would have affected him and it hadnât.
It took him a minute to put two and two together before he finally realized the abbreviations stood for Date Night, reading the instructions and effects on the inside of the tinâs lid. âShit..â he said as he read it, realizing this was a hand made thing thrown into the bunch by whoever was running this place. âDid you read the lid before you popped them pills?â He asked, making you go wide eyed. As if this couldnât get any fucking worse, this shit show could have been avoided had you just read the inside of the lid. âThere was instructions?? Oh my godâŠwhat the fuck did I take?â You asked, concerned for yourself and the tone he had while reading it. âSomethinâ that the creator of it called Date Night. Looks like itâs aâŠwell looks like itâs a handmade sex chemâ he said, making you cover your face with your hands out of sheer embarrassment, youâd never wanted to die out in a radstorm more than you did right now. âPlease tell me youâre fucking joking, cooperâŠâ you whined, watching him read it more. âHow much of it did you take?â He asked, almost scared to know and you were scared to know why. âTwo?â You replied, making him whistle at that as he read it. âFuckinâ hell sugar..â he said through a chuckle, and that nickname made a shiver run through you, sending electric bolts straight to your throbbing cunt. You did your best to bite back the whimper. âYouâre only sâpossed take one, and with you beinâ new tâ all this, I wouldnât have taken more than halfâ he said, making you just wish you could just dig a hole and die in it already. âFuck meâŠwait, shit! N-Not literally fuck me I- well I mean Iâd like if you did butâŠFUCK! Forgive me Cooper, Iâm so sorry, I can hardly think straightâ you said, making him chuckle. âWell sweetheart, I think you and I both know thereâs only one good fix for this situationâ he said, making you whimper pathetically at the thought, your thighs squeezing together even more as you tried to fight to stay sane. Your eyes cast downwards to his lap once more, seeing the tent forming in his pants, clearly you werenât the only one all worked up here. âI donât want to make you feel like you have to, Coop. I can run off and take care of myself if it makes you uncomfort-â you rambled but before you could finish, his hand cupped the side of your face, pulling you in for a long awaited kiss. You moaned into it without meaning to, feeling the way your body immediately relaxed upon wrapping your arms around him with no hesitation as the sweet innocent kiss turned passionate and dirty rather quickly.
âI wonât lie tâ you, doinâ this with you has passed my mind more times than Iâd care to admit, but I donât wanna cross that line unless you really want thisâ he said, looking into your eyes and making sure that this was truly what you wanted, that you felt the same way he did. âCoop, I know Iâm under the influence of whatever the fuck this drug is, but trust me when I say, Iâd be just as good with it sober. Been thinking about it for probably just as long as you have, if Iâm honest with you. I want this, I want you and right now I want you so fucking bad that I might lose my mind if you donât fuck meâ you answered bluntly, taking him by surprise at just the sheer amount of absolute filth that left your otherwise innocent mouth, making him chuckle at your use of curse words and how desperate you were for him. âThat so sugar?â He asked with a grin, enjoying teasing you at your neediest moments, including now. âGod yes, Cooper please..â you begged, nearly moaning in reply and heâd spent time mulling over it before, denying himself the chance but just as the chem stache was a pot of gold, he took this as one of the best opportunities being placed in his lap by whatever higher power existed out there, making him waste no time in kissing you once more. âGood, because I donât think Iâd be able to hold myself back once weâve startedâ he said, and the idea made you moan. âDonât want you to hold back, want all of youâ you said, and your wish was his command.
By the time your brain could finally catch up with you again, your clothes were strewn out all around you, your tank top hanging over the back of the couch, your jeans thrown haphazardly on the arm rest behind you, his pants on the floor, his hat on the table and shirt and duster having fallen somewhere behind the couch. By now, youâd already cum on his fingers twice, and on his cock once, this was your fourth round and this shit still had you on fire. âYes!! Oh fuck, Cooper!â you moaned as your legs wrapped around his hips, keeping him as close to you as you could get, your fingers digging crescent shapes and puffy red lines into his back that unfortunately he knew wouldnât stay long thanks to his ability to heal stupidly fast. âDoinâ so good for me, baby doll. Look so pretty like this for me, all splayed out like a needy little whoreâ he praised and degraded through his groans, making you moan and roll your eyes into the back of your head at the praise mixed with degradation as his cock was drilling deep inside you like tonight was all you guys had. âYeah, you like that, huh sweet thing? Like it when I tell you how good it feels and call you names?â He asked, making you nod your head yes because there wasnât a single thought in that brain of yours other than his name, which you spoke like a mantra. âNever knew such a sweet lilâ thing like you would be such a dirty little minx. FuckâŠenough to make a man like me go feral, ya know that?â he said, making you giggle as you moved his free hand up to your throat, urging him to choke you, and he groaned at the sight. Your kiss swollen lips all puffy and shining with spit, your cheeks dusted a constant pink that grew darker anytime his cock brushed that spot deep inside that made you cling to him, your eyes half lidded, looking up at him like he was your savior. It made him absolutely rock hard knowing youâd pick him over anyone else in this god forsaken wasteland. âMy, you are just a little freak, ainât you? Oh we are gonna have fun together, you and me honeyâ he promised, squeezing your throat tight enough to restrict your airflow but not enough to hurt or cause any damage. Just enough to get that puddle of a brain of yours all fuzzy as you got closer to your fourth orgasm of the night. âCooperâŠâm so close, so close please!!â You begged, feeling the heavy drag of his cock as he pounded into you, leaving you damn near screaming as it nudged your cervix and that spongy little bundle of nerves deep inside. âGo on honey, I gotchya. Let go for me, wanna see those pretty faces and hear those pretty noises you makeâ he said, angling his hips just right to hit that spot over and over again. âOh fuck, oh fuck Iâm gonna cum again, I-â you warned before your moans rose in pitch as your walls clamped around him, gushing on his cock as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your body arched off the couch, stars filling your vision for a moment as you felt your release gush out and coat your inner thighs, screaming his name like it was your only chance at salvation. âWell ainât I just the damn luckiest man in the wastelands right now, got me a pretty little vaultie and sheâs a gusherâ he said, making you whimper at his teasing but judging by the way he emptied himself inside you for the second time, you took it as a sign that he liked that about you. âHoly shit, I-I didnât know I could do thatâ you said, thoroughly shocked with what your brain and body were doing as they almost seemed to almost be working against each other. âDo it again for meâ he said, grabbing you and moving you both to where you were straddling him this time. His hands rested on your hips, helping guide you as you speared yourself on his dick with ease from how absolutely soaked you were, making you both throw your head back and moan. âNow thatâs a damn good sightâ he said, making you lean in to kiss him once more as his hands helped you start and keep a steady rhythm with your hips. It was definitely going to be a long night, but one you two have been needing for months, maybe even longer.
Itâs a good thing ghouls have remarkable recovery time, because in order to finally get you sated and back to normal, you both had to spend all night going at it. Granted, it was aided by the mix of pent up sexual tension and pent up sexual frustration, but it was dawn before you both had gotten to a point where you could even *try* and fall sleep. First few times was on the couch between missionary, doggy and you riding him, next was you bent over it, with your pretty legs spread and ass in the air for him. Then, you used the arm rest of the couch as a pillow beneath your hips as he stood up while you laid out on the couch. He liked that one a lot for the way your tits would bounce with each and every forceful thrust into you, jolting your body. After that, it was done standing up with your back pressed against a wall, your legs and arms wrapped around him to keep him deep inside of you and fill you til he had nothing left to give you. From that point on, the rest of the night was all a hormone-hazed blur, but you knew well that he took care of you. You woke up unbelievably sore, your joints aching in places that you had no idea could even ache, a swollen, angry throb between your legs for the harsh, almost punishing treatment to your pussy followed by bruises, bite marks, scratch marks, hand prints etc. littered your skin as you woke up curled into Cooperâs side. You gave a gravelly groan as the sun shone in your eyes through the windows, making him chuckle at the way you were such a ray of sunshine except in the morning. Coming to learn that you absolutely *hated* mornings. Though you suppose you started to enjoy them more since traveling with him. âMorninâ sunshineâ he said coyly, making you groan disapprovingly at the way the sun was in your eyes, making you hold your hand up to cast a shadow on your face and grant you some relief. âMorningâ you answered, your voice hoarse and half gone from sleep and all your activities that transpired the previous night. âAinât that a pretty sightâ he said, turning and seeing you curled up to him, naked, your hair all messy from sleep and the hickeys and bite marks littering your skin, making you chuckle. âLast night was definitely something, canât believe youâve been holding all *that* out on meâ you joked, making him give a dry laugh. âCould say the same thing about you, sugar. Had no idea that mind a yours could be so filthy. Youâre a wild thing to party with, lilâ ladyâ he teased, sliding his arm around you to keep you close, making you hum as you lay soft, appreciative kisses to his collarbone and chest. âYouâre fun too, and thank you for taking care of me last night. Iâm sorry that it ended up happening the way that it did, I wanted to work up the courage and tell you some other way, I really did, but I guess life had other plansâ you said making him chuckle as he saw you blush when he kissed your head. âDrunk words are sober thoughts they say, so Iâd say I made out pretty good. But donât sweat it, not sure how I deserved someone as good as you, but itâs good to know I ainât as hard to stomach as most people sayâ he said, pulling you in for a soft, heartfelt kiss. âI think you are just perfect, Cooperâ you said, your hand resting on his scarred chest as you looked at him with that gaze he swore heâd do anything to see pointed his way.
âYou really wanna be my girl?â He asked softly, sounding shocked and with some self doubt still lacing his tone, but he had to be sure this was what you wanted outside of the drugâs effects. He cared for you deeply, in a way that he hasnât felt in a very long time, but maybe you were just the right person for him to finally open his heart up to. His question made you giggle as your heart fluttered in your chest with excitement. âI absolutely do, I meant it when I said it last night, I mean it just as much now. I think weâve danced around it for long enough, donât you?â you replied, making him smile the most genuinely happy smile youâve seen him wear since youâd met. âJust checkinââ he said, before laying a sweet kiss to your lips, wishing every morning could be like this one. Maybe it could, now that you were here with him.
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Continuation.
Bakugo Katsuki swore that he would die before he let you have Izuku's number.
And yet, somehow, the three of you have ended up together for drinks.
He thinks it's a fair compromise; Izuku can ask his million questions, Bakugo can kill the rumors that the two of you are together, you can-
He's not sure what your goal is, but he can see it shining in your eyes.
Izuku is still in his teaching clothes, a pristine button up rolled up to the elbows and a pressed pair of pants. There's an extra shine and coil to his curly hair, and it smells like sandalwood; he put effort into his appearance and Bakugo knows it isn't for him.
Your words echo in the back of his mind: people always want what they can't have.
"You worked for the commission? As a hero?" Izuku asks you.
You never give direct answers- just these convenient truths delivered with a pretty smile.
"I'm retired."
Lipstick clings to the rim of your drink. It makes your lips looks soft and round, even when you run your tongue across your teeth.
"Retired?" Izuku asks. "Wow, I'm kind of jealous."
"She's my social media manager." Bakugo cuts in. "And a tiktok person."
Not his girlfriend, he wants to add, but he refrains.
"Kacchan says you have a cool quirk." Izuku talks without pause, rambling mostly to himself in that way Katsuku has taught himself to find endearing. His attention never wanes away from you, but you don't blush or squirm. You sit and endure with that damn smile on your face. "What is it called? How does it work? I tried to Google it, but nothing comes up. You are so young to be retired, I just-"
You lean forward and place a hand on Izuku's upper thigh, cutting him off midsentence.
"You have very beautiful eyes," you say, slow, stepping gently over every word. "Wide, wet: like a rabbit's."
Izuku snaps silent. Each one of your nails taps against his thigh, one by one. Bakugo watches how your thumb swipes side to side, how your lips part with your exhale, how your smile creeps up all on its own as you lean even closer-
"You twitch like one too."
"Oh, wow, uh-" Izuku stutters, his whole face flushing a dark pink, so strong it eats his freckles. Finally, someone else understands your goddammit issues. Bakugo swallows down the strange feeling in his chest with the last dregs of his beer.
"I'm going to get a drink, I think." Izuku stands, pulling away from your touch.
"Grab me a beer?" Katsuki shakes his empty can. Izuku nods, then looks at you.
"Soda water with lime."
"No alcohol?"
"I like to keep my wits about me."
The man nods, then practically scurries off to the bar. You huff, content, like a dog that's bought it's master their hunt.
"You scared the fuck outta him."
"He liked it." You pick a piece of lint off of your skirt. "They always do. Watch: he'll come back and sit even closer to me."
Bakugo throws himself back into his seat, arms crossed. "You're so damn cocky."
"Look who's talking, Kacchan." You tilt your head, pouting your lips with fake sincerity. "I can call you that, right? As your girlfriend?"
He sinks even lower in his chair. "You aren't my girlfriend."
"I could be." You mimic him. You lean back and let your knees spread just a bit, just enough that he could see what under if he tried- "The sex would be phenomenal."
That hits him like a shot. It's not that he wants to have sex with you, but he can't deny that the thought crosses his mind every now and again. He thinks about it when he's alone, when the bed feels too big, when he's-
"You don't fucking know that!" He's too angry already, especially compared to your nonplussed response.
"I do.'
"You don't even fucking know me." He points a finger back at you. "And I don't know anything about you."
"It's better if you don't know."
Bakugo sneers. Another nonanswer. He looks back towards Izuku, who's locked in conversation with the bartender. Why would you even bother with him? Someone like you would rip through him like tissue paper. You're right- he is a rabbit, and you're a dog, waiting with your sharp teeth to-
A hand cups his ear. Bakugo watches as you lean in over the table, bringing your lips to his ear.
"I grew up in the commission. One of their little project kids," you whisper. Sometimes, your lips make contact with cartilage and his skin sparks with heat. "I did things for them. Bad things. Illegal things."
"You kill people?" he whispers back.
"You know the answer to that." With every word, you creep closer, until your hands are on his thighs now. "They forced me to retire when Hawks took over. No more need for girls with bloody hands."
It's the truth. Your voice is painfully sincere for once, a strange change from your usual composed self. You're just giving him what he wants, but it's working. It's working. He almost puts his hand around your waist.
If Izuku is a rabbit, he's a fox, and you've lured him out of his fucking burrow. At this point, he'd welcome your teeth in his neck.
"What else should I tell you? My favorite color's red, I love the beach. You're not allowed to pull my hair, I never sleep over after sex," you continue. "I have a scar on my chest. So, you're not surprised when you see it later."
"Stop assuming that I'm going to fuck you."
"Oh, you're going to." You slink back over to your seat. Hands folded over your lap- a snake ready to strike. "I'm going to flirt with Izuku until you break-"
You turn your attention away from him, waving towards the approaching Izuku. "And then you're gonna fuck my brains out, Kacchan."
There's no time to respond before Izuku teeters back, blaming three drinks with a little difficulty. He hands then out, then sits back down-
So close to you that his thigh brushes yours.
"Thank you, little rabbit," you tease, eyes flicking back to Bakugo with a knowing, smug smile.
Fuck, Bakugo thinks. Fuck.
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James Potter x Reader One-shot ! warnings: childhood friends to lovers, jealousy, fluff, slight sirius x reader for the plot, raw dogging posting bc it has not been looked over by my beta reader whoops! word count: 5,311 masterlist notes: sorry i disappeared for like a week, i started classesâ anyway this was born out of me listening to Jolene by Dolly Parton on repeat and realizing it is describing lily enjoy!
Lily Evans was a gorgeous woman. Her emerald green eyes and the milky skin clad in freckles were incomparable. Lily Evans was like the sun, her flaming auburn hair and the mere fact that she was one of the brightest witches in the castle. You knew this quite well, the shine of her hair, the glow of her smile, the softness of her skin. James would never let you forget it. How no one could compete with her. How her beauty was beyond compare.
Yet you couldn't hate her, not how she seemed to know the answer to every question, not how she stood up from the bed neighboring yours looking as radiant as ever, every morning. No, Lily Evans was sweet as honey and the best dormmate you could ask for. You couldn't bring to dislike her even when the man you were sickly in love with raved about her.Â
James Potter was a beautiful man. His hazel eyes shined big and bright, the strong curves of his face, the curly black hair that bounced as he laughed, and his warm brown skin. James was the definition of sun-kissed. Your families had always been stuck together like glue, you spent your entire life attached at the hip, growing up next to him was a blessing and a curse. His never-ending joy at life, and the jokes that bounced off of his lips, were enough to turn anyone's day around. His smile was so bright you felt like you were staring at the sun itself. James was like the sun, you could never look at him directly, not for too long. As he grew girls threw themselves at his feet, he became a bit of an arrogant brat, but he always made it clear he only had eyes for one girl.
James Potter was in love with Lily Evansâ the most perfect woman in the world.
You were such a fool.Â
"Come off it," Lily laughed as she pushed James his body rocking to the side as he also giggled to himself. They had gotten closer the last couple of months, seemingly out of nowhere. You couldn't help but watch pathetically from the couch on the other side of the common room. You wondered what he was saying to her, his hand covering his mouth as he whispered in her ear. Her eyes shone with humor and joy, and so did his although a bit more mischievous, but that was just James. You couldn't help but clench your hands together, nails digging into your flesh.
"You should stop doing that dollface" Your eyes flickered back to Sirius, who leaned over from the back of the couch, his face awfully close to yours. You couldn't help but hold your breath. His nimble fingers took your hand, loosening your grip on it and massaging the half-moon marks on your hand. You went to turn away, Lily's laugh breaking the silence again and calling for your attention but Sirius turned your head towards him with a single finger, his eyes flickering back and forth between yours and something you couldn't see. "Just keep looking at me don't question it-" You could barely hear what he said, but his lips broke into a shit-eating grin, shiny teeth bared at you. And you couldn't help but laugh, slightly out of nervousness, but mostly because Sirius's antics were always ridiculous. Your laughter made his smile widen.Â
He placed a small kiss on your temple and said thanks doll, as he let go of your hand and disappeared again.Â
"He's ridiculous," Remus barely glanced from his parchment, his feather still grinding his essay away. The slight suspicion of what Sirius was up to crawled its way into Remusâs head as he watched the two of you interact, as he watched James's giggles stop from across the room, distracted.
âYouâre not wrong there,â you frowned as you turned back to balancing your book and the essay you had been working on, on your lap. âI wonder whatâs gotten into himâ
Remus just chuckled without looking up. You didnât hear Lilyâs or Jamesâs giggles again.
-
Sirius had started sitting next to you in every class, often replacing James, waving him off with a sit next to Moony, more often than not. This seemed to push James further into Lily's arms, as he sat next to her, she didn't seem to complain. You weren't loving it. Not that you disliked sitting with Sirius, he was more than competent, against all odds. But still.
 "May I ask what you're playing at Black?" your words were low as your charms professor droned on and on about something you hadn't really been paying attention to.Â
"Whatever do you mean sweetheart?" He gave you his familiar toothy grin, eyes dancing with devilishness "Can I not sit next to my dear Y/N? One of the smartest, most beautiful witches our age?" you scrunched your nose, lips suppressing a smile at his antics. "Not to mention one of my best mates?"
"You know what I mean Sirius, you've been awfully touchy lately" His smile widened, and moved his face slightly closer to yours "Not to mention awfully close," this last part came out as a whisper. He really had been close, always a breath away, always pushing his face close to yours. Two nights ago he had smushed himself to read your book along with you, you had been practically cheek to cheek.Â
Sirius had always been touchy, he was always resting on someone, sprawled on Jamesâs bed, his legs across Peterâs on the couch, asleep on Remusâs shoulder. But this was a little out of character.
Sirius opened his mouth to speak but the large bell signaling you guys were done echoed through the castle. He broke into a grin again, and grabbed his stuff quickly, shoving papers and quills inside his bag unceremoniously.
âhurry up doll,â he muttered as moved to shove your stuff equally as clumsily into your bag and took a hold of your wrist, dragging you. You pushed by your friends, shooting a look of confusion toward Remus. He smiled at you with a wink, as he walked.Â
Sirius finally stopped and you ran into him.Â
"For Godric's sake, what is up with you?" You finally got him to let go of your wrist and he closed the door to the empty classroom he had shoved you in. "If this is you trying to seduce meâ it definitely isn't working I think we gotta send you to a workshop,"
He snorted as he shook his head, "If anyone is going to a workshop on seducing it's you doll," you crossed your arms and huffed "I'm trying to help you out here-"
"With what Sirius?"Â
"Making Prongs jealous duh" he looked at you like you were stupid, like it was the most obvious answer in the world. A small twinkle in his eye caught your eye, it was the type you saw when he was about to make something detonate. Maybe this time he wanted to explode your life.
"You're absolutely bonkers" You couldn't believe what he was saying, as if James would ever be jealous of anyone in respect to you. Â
"You fancy him no?" He twirled his wand around, his grey eyes analyzing your facial expressions. You tried your hardest to keep a poker face, trying and failing to not let him see. Sirius had always been a very observant man.
"It's a lost cause, Sirius," you laughed dryly as you thought of it, "she has me beat"
He frowned, "who?"
"Lily, obviously, are you stupid?" he pulled at a piece of your hair at the insult "You've lived with James since we were 11, he's been utterly smitten with her ever since he met her what do you mean who?"
"I think you're the stupid one, they're just friends" You shook your head, a hand going to massage the bridge of your nose as you thought about what he was saying. "yuh huh, Prongs told me so himself"
"And you believed him?" you scoffed "he says he's over her every four months Sirius I didn't peg you as gullible"Â
He pulled your hair again and you swatted his hand away. You thought about it, James has said the same thing before, how he's over her once and for all, I, James Potter will be over Lily Evans by the end of the week. It had never worked. Their whispers and their giggles, their closeness over the past couple of months were definitely not friendly. Maybe it was for her but for him? Not a chance.
"I really do think you have a chance with him," his tone was lower now, "I reckon he just needs the right push"
"Sirius even if she isn't into him, even if he didn't like Lily, the most perfect woman on the planet" he frowned "he would still never see me as anything more than what I already am to him," you stared straight into his eyes.
You had thought about it many times of course. You prayed and pleaded to the universe every year that Lily would never reciprocate James's feelings. The second you saw their newfound closeness you felt like dropping to your knees and begging her. Begging her to please Lily don't take him. Lily was a captivating woman, she could easily have her choice in men, and she did, but you felt like you could never love again. You knew it was a lost cause, you had heard her name muttered in his sleep, even when he was napping with his head on your lap. The first time it happened, you hadn't even noticed the tears on your cheeks, nor the ones welled up in your eyes. It had always been clear to you, how easily it would be for her to take him, he wasn't your man. She just had to say yes.
So you cried, time and time again, away from prying or worrying eyes. This was your secret to bear.Â
You looked at Sirius again, shaking your head. Sirius could feel droplets of regret settle in his stomach as he saw the tears well up in your eyes. He had never seen you cry.Â
âFat chance Blackâ
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James Potter thought the world of you. He knew he could not live without the curve of your face, the way you smiled at him as if you knew something he didn't. He felt like you could see his soul. You always said he smiled that way too. He wondered if this overlapping trait was a byproduct of a childhood spent together. A childhood spent glued at the hip, one of him being your knight in shining armor when you played, a childhood of sticks and stones that he never let your knees touch. His knees were covered in scrapes and scars that would never fade, but something deep within him never allowed him to let the same happen to you. James Potter could not live without you. He couldn't help but watch how Sirius draped himself over you, and how he hurried to sit next to you. He couldn't help but notice the whispers and the giggles. He couldn't, for everything that was sacred, ignore the closeness. And the fact that you let Sirius press his cheek to yours and whisper merely a breath apart. That part had made his stomach turn.Â
It wasn't that the two of you weren't close. It was just that James had never seen you be close like that with anybody else. He had spent almost every day of his life by your side. Asleep with your cheeks pressed together, childish limbs all tangled up, you always woke up first and shoved him off the couch. He remembers when you used to hold his hand, his was always dirty with mud and grass, you never cared. You asked him to marry you when you were seven.
He promised you he would.
As you grew up, you continued with this closeness. You had slept in his bed more times than he could count, even at Hogwarts sometimes you'd climb into a corner of his bed. You'd always end up pressed against one another. You would still accidentally nap together on the couches at Potter Manor, or his head on your lap in the common room. And he could admit that Lily Evans had caught his attention, it had been an ongoing thin, and after certain revelations... Deep down he knew.Â
It had always been you.
James could only stare after you as you set down the hallway with the black-haired boy. A pat on the shoulder from Remus was enough to ground him again. James thought of Sirius's hand around yours.Â
"Where are they going-"
"Probably to snog in some empty classroom until they undoubtedly get caught," Peter spoke mindlessly as he struggled to untangle his sweater from his messenger bag. James stopped dead in his tracks. He hadn't thought about it. The possibility that the nearness between you and Sirius was something else, that you could be involved more intimately.
He thought of your lips, the soft plump lips that kissed his forehead. The ones that stretched into a smile every time you saw him, the ones that curled involuntarily when he said something stupid. The same ones that had kissed him in spin the bottle merely a year ago. He thought of those same lips kissing Sirius.Â
He might throw up.
 James stared at Peter wide-eyed
"What? I thought we all assumed they had something going on" he shrugged as he finally separated the two items. "They're all close and disgusting everywhereâ just like you and Lily-"
"There's nothing between me and Evans," Remus and Peter raised their eyebrows at the confession.Â
"You're always together so I just assumed" Peter's words might as well have been a mumble to James, as he continued to think of you and his best friend. How long had this been going on?Â
âWell thereâs nothingâ
-
You couldnât help but think about what Sirius had said. He convinced you to let him do his thing, you donât even have to do anything. But you couldnât help but run laps around the thought of James being jealous. He didnât seem upset with you having to kiss Remus during spin the bottle two months ago.
You thought back to the time you kissed. Your first, and most likely only, kiss with James Potter had been by the graces of an empty bottle of firewhiskey last year. You never failed to remember how he laughed after you kissed, a warm full-chested laugh, the kind he gets when heâs all riled up after outrunning Filch. The kind he gets when you set muggle fireworks in the forbidden forest and have to run away after lighting. You pushed him and he simply smiled widely, as if nothing had happened. It was a sharp contrast to the way he seemed to go all shy after Lily had to kiss him. His face seemed to go red and a small smile pulled at the corner of his lips.Â
Yes, not at all alike.
You wondered if Lily thought about that kiss as much as James probably did. You couldnât get the image out of your head, his lips on hers. The lips that pouted at you every time you told him no, the same lips that kissed the top of your head when he passed by behind you and you were too engrossed in your work or broke into a smile every time you saw him. The lips that in childhood had kissed your hand and called you princess. You thought of those lips, kissing Lily.Â
Probably right now, it was 10 pm and she wasnât in your dorm, her bed vacant next to yours.
âWhy do you look so worried, sweets?â Marlene couldnât help but notice the way you curled in your bed, the deep frown that had taken hold of your brows. She kneeled next to your bed and pushed the center of your eyebrows, âYouâre bound to get wrinkles Y/N stop thatâ
âI donât care Marls,â you unclenched your eyebrows nevertheless.
âWhatâs got you so down?â She leaned her head across her forearms on your bed, her short blonde hair looked windswept, her bottom lip jutting out into a pout. âis it Sirius?â
You moaned in frustration. Marlene Mckinnon was one of your closest friends. She was the first person you got close with at Hogwarts, her bed sat left to yours, she was your closest confidant.Â
âThereâs nothing between me and Sirius-â
âPotter seemed to disagree he wouldnât stop bombarding Sirius with questions during dinner,â you had decided to hide out in your room instead of going down for dinner, Marlene had set a muffin on your nightstand when she entered.
âWhat did Sirius say?â you bit your lip
âHe just told him it was none of his businessâ I thought Potter was going to burst a blood vessel right then and thereâ she laughed as she pushed her finger on your forehead again, smoothing out the frown lines.
âSirius thinks I have a chance with James,â her mouth did an o âhe wants to make him jealous but I think heâs full of rubbishâ Marlene had known for a very long time about your futile crush on the boy, it was hard to be as close to someone like Marlene, someone so in tune with peopleâs feelings without her finding out. She always shot you sorry looks when you'd see him with Lily. You pretended to ignore them.
âI canât believe Iâm saying this but Black finally had a good ideaâ
You groaned into your pillow, your hands pulling slightly at your hair. âWhat sort of friends are you guys?â Your words were muffled by your pillow and she laughed again but patted your hair,
âFriends that want you to be happy-â
âYea well this isnât the wayâ your voice got louder and higher pitched, you felt like you'd suffocate on the pillow âIâll be happy being her bridesmaid when they get married and have three kids and live in a cute little house, and I'll be godmother to their children and be happy that at least I didnât explode one of my closest friendships because the two of you have lost a couple of screws!â you tried your best to push some humor through your voice, you might've been grasping at straws.Â
âWhoâs getting married?â Lily shot you a playful look from the doorway, you hadnât heard her come in. You wanted to disappear into your sheets, you couldnât even look at her right now. She groaned as she dropped her pile of books onto her bed.âIs Sirius giving you trouble? He seems so taken with you-â
You groaned as you buried your face into the pillow again, wanting nothing more than for the ground to swallow you. Marlene found the whole thing more than hilarious, her whole body shook as she laughed and she wiped her eyes of the wetness that had formed at the corners.Â
âIâm going to kill him-â
âWhat? You guys have been so smitten lately I just thought-â Lilyâs face twisted in thought, nevertheless the edges of her lip curled upwards
âNothing is going on between me and anybody,â You got up swiftly, a bad mood settling in your stomach like a pile of rocks. âIâll just see you later-" You grabbed a sweater, that you were pretty sure was one of the boys, it would not help you hide in the darkness of the castle but hopefully it would provide some warmth. You bent down to take your shoes from beside the door and walked out without further comment.Â
âWas it me?âÂ
âI fear it mightâve been LilsâÂ
-Â
âHush-â
âDonât tell me to hush Moonyâ youâre stepping on my toesâ Sirius whined in a whisper
âProngs you need a bigger cloakâÂ
Sirius peered over Jamesâs shoulder as the speckled boy opened the map, the footsteps at the end of the hall seemed to get nearer
âohâ James felt a swirl of emotions in his chest,
âWho is it Prongs-â Peter barely managed to squeak out before James answered
âItâs just Y/Nâ the marauders huddled around the map now, watching the banner with your name circle the corner and float down the hall they were hiding in. âWhat dâyou reckon sheâs doing up-â
âShhhh sheâs getting close-â They could see you now, James's brown sweater covering you, one of your shoes untying as you padded down the hall. Tears were in free flow now, they could see even through the darkness, the splotches on your face, and the tracks of tears down the curve of your face. You wiped them furiously with the edge of the jumper.Â
Something inside James warmed, all he wanted to do was close the distance. He looked briefly at Sirius, whose eyebrows were furrowed in worry. Sirius always hated seeing people he cared about cry. James wondered if he had done something to you. If there truly was something between you and Sirius.
You had well passed them now, but the marauders could still hear your sniffles from down the hall.Â
âMerlin-"
"hold the bag Moons" Sirius pushed the small bag of dung bombs onto Remus's arms and slipped out from under the cloak. Sirius couldn't help but smirk as James protested, whispering furiously to get back here.
Sirius started running then, to catch up with you, his light jogs and tall legs allowing him to catch up with you quickly. Your heart shot up as he got closer and you could hear him near you, quickly dying down when you turned to see the dark-haired boy behind you. Sirius hoped James could hear from here.
"Whatcha up to doll?"Â
"Godric Sirius what is wrong with you-" you placed your hand on your chest, feeling like your heart might fall out of it at any moment. You decided not to question where he came from, you just hoped the rest of his group, and James were far away.
James couldn't help himself, he was desperate to know what the two of you were talking about. So he herded the other two down the hallway, enough of a distance that you wouldn't notice the shuffling, Sirius definitely did, but close enough that he could see you clearly. The soft, homely mess of your hair, the tired curve of your eyes. He knew you were nervous, the way you played with your fingers and rocked your body, your leg. He could hear your honeyed voice, your tone close enough to the one you'd mumble to him with when you were about to pass out in his bed.
"Many things actually, I fear it all boils down to my mother-"
"You're so utterly insufferable"
"Yet you love me,"
"Sadly, I guess I love you" James felt the knot tie in his throat at your words, he tried to recall when you had said those words to him. Sirius smiled at your words, his fingers pulling at a strand of your hair. "oi watch itâ"
He hoped James was ready to blow a fuse. Actually, he knew he was.
"Marlene agrees with you by the way," You softly swung your foot, hitting his own rather softly "I suspect you've both lost it"
"Nah, great minds think alike doll, you just gotta believe in me" he got closer now, pulling you into a hug. "Will you tell me why tears were falling down your pretty face?" He slightly rocked you, his cheek smushed against the top of your head. Sirius naturally would've comforted you regardless, he hated nothing more than seeing his friends cry. But the thought of James watching and stewing in his unexplored jealousy made him giggle in his head.Â
James's face was twisting in a way that was unfamiliar even to him. Bitter and negative feelings weren't exactly part of his repertoire. Remus tried his best to stifle a laugh.Â
"Lily just came in, while I was talking to Marls about the whole thing and I guess," you sighed loudly, looking up trying to make the newly formed tears that gathered in your eyes absorb back. James always thought you and Lily were pretty close, what could you possibly tell Marlene that you didn't feel well telling Lily? Why hadn't you told him? "I don't know Sirius I just lost it, she started talking about you and me and I lost it, I wanted to scream at her" James could feel his blood boil, Sirius had done something. He knew Sirius had. You buried your face in his chest again "My frustrations aren't her fault,"
"I know sweetheart, I'm sorry" Sirius continued patting your hair, he worried now, about what James could hear. He felt bad now, that he knew they were invading your privacy. "I feel guilty-"
"No Sirius it isn't your fault"
"I feel like I'm just opening up the wound, I don't want to give you false hope-" James felt like a teapot ready to explode with pressure.
He pulled the coat from over the three boys, revealing their presence in the hallway. You felt like you were going to drown in your shame.
"Sirius Black you're a bastard-" James closed the distance quickly, going straight for a tackle rather dramatically. Sirius pushed you away just in time. As the two boys wrestled on the floor, James continued to call him names, the idiot's and how dare you's flew unceremoniously. All Sirius could do was laugh
"I knew you'd do something to'er you good for nothing-" James was shaking him now, ignoring the fact that Sirius kept laughing, "I knew you'd make her cry-"
"James he didn't make me cry," your tears flowed down your cheeks again, you felt shame and embarrassment swim in your chest. You cried because you knew you had to come clean, Sirius wouldn't do it for you. There weren't many excuses he could come up with right now. You could feel yourself sweating cold, like the morning dew on leaves, embarrassment stuck to you.
You couldn't help but take a good hard look at him now. At James, who looked at you with his stupid hazel eyes the size of the sun, who clutched at his best friend's shirt collar. At his brother's, for you. How brashly he had swooped, sweet James who always came to your rescue, even when you didn't need it. When you were barely 7 and ran around his large yard, the rows of flowers and bushes his mother grew were gorgeous and they seemed the height of buildings, the thorns will cut you, I'll get you a flower Y/N. He had always been your knight, the shield of comfort where you hid from the rest of the world, the gentle solace to return to when life got too hard or people teased too intensely. Those people often woke up with apple-green hair thanks to him.Â
James was the noblest man you knew, with a heart twice his height.Â
You had fallen in love with him for this exact reason.
"It's you James" James felt like someone dropped him in the middle of the black lake. You shook your head, a sad smile carving your expression.Â
"I made you cry?" he sounded 7 again, innocent and afraid that you'd be hurt. His voice was soft and traveled faintly through the otherwise quiet hallway. Remus and Peter seemed to be holding their breath.
"I love you," James dropped his grip on Sirius now, who hit his back painfully against the stone floor with a groan. All he could manage was to look at you, his weight still resting between Sirius and his knee on the floor. "but I know I can't compete with Lily and that's alright, I reckon one day it'll pass."Â
You took his silence to heart, Remus couldn't help but shoot you a worried look, his brows furrowed the way they always did when he could tell your heart hurt like he could hear it clenching. You gave them one last smile, trying to wipe the sticky fingers of embarrassment from your being as you began to walk away, praying that nothing stood between you and the common room.
"You're an idiot Prongs-" Sirius pushed James off, and the brown-haired boy rolled to the floor, his back against the cool stone as he thought of you.Â
âShe loves me-â
âWe all heard her,âÂ
âShut up Moony-â
âWell she doesnât know does she-â The boys looked at Peter like he had grown a second head. âThat you love her.â
James groaned from the ground the skin of his cheeks feeling hot.
âI reckon you oughta go after herâ Peter said as he put the map in his back pocket, the three boys stood around to James looking at him from at ground.Â
James buried his face in his hands. You seemed so defeated, so sad that you loved him. How could that ever be a sad thing?Â
âIn a surprising turn of events Wormtailâs right, move it Prongs-â Sirius kicked James in the thigh, causing the boy on the floor to jump into action. He stumbled up, looking comically disheveled. He opened his mouth to speak to which Remus told him to Just go!
So James ran, he ran through the hallways so fast he thought heâd start levitating. It wasnât hard for him, to catch up, not with the length of his legs or the pace he had set, in fact, he found you fairly quickly, yelling your name down the hall. You yelped as he skirted to a stop right into your arms, colliding with you with little force.
âYouâre going to get us caught itâs after hours already-âÂ
âI donât care-â he pulled you closer to his chest, his arms completely around you now âI had to tell you, and truly thatâs just the thing I donât care whether itâs morning or the middle night or truly any other time of day hell it could be in the middle of Charms-â
âyouâre not making sense James-â
âOh, rightâ He took a deep breath, but the silence lingered, his hand now skirting around the hair that framed your face, almost touching but not quite. His face was so close to yours that you could see the flecks of a light brown in the underlayers of his irises. âI just meant to sayâ to tell you that, well I love you tooâ
âI thought you and Lily-â He got closer, if it was even possible, his lips ghosting over yours now, waiting for you. His hand remained steady at the edge of your jaw.Â
âEnough about Evans yea?â you closed the distance, his lips had felt like a magnet pulling you in.
Kissing James felt different than kissing any other boy. It even felt different than the first time you kissed. This was sweeter, this wasn't under the scrutinizing gaze of your friends or the excuse of an empty bottle. This was intimate and filled with want, his soft plump lips seemed to fit perfectly with yours. The grip of your waist tightened and brought you closer to him as his kiss turned hungrier, and your hands traveled from his chest to his unruly locks of hair.
You finally parted with a sigh, a happy one you felt like. Satisfied.
He pressed his forehead against you humming in content.Â
"I'm confused-"
"Lily and I are just friends now, she's not exactly into me, is she? Or men in general I reckon but regardless" He looked into your eyes, his hands now cupping your face and adoration pouring from his gaze. "It's always been you, I love you"
"I love you too, you twat-"
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I BET ON LOSING DOGS
àšà§ an unexpected surprise throws a wrench in your relationship with ken
â§.* ken sato x fem!reader, reader is an uriko (beer girl for japanese baseball games), unprotected s/ex, accidental pregnancy trope, angst with comfort, reader gets harassed, mentions of alcohol, mentions of violence, mentions of injuries, slight ooc!kenji but this is MY interpretation of him, emi makes an appearance, talks about fatherhood, relationship context, flashback heavy, 8k+ words i am so sick for this man
â§.* dawn says: i am absolutely in love with this pathetic milf </3
Life as the girlfriend of Japanâs number one baseball player wasnât as easy as people think it is.Â
The news portals and papers call you a modern day Cinderella, swept from her life of being a simple beer girl, and right into the arms of Japanâs best player, Ken Sato.
Looking back, you never thought you would catch his eye.Â
You, a simple Uriko girl trying to get enough commission to pay off your literature degree at a community college, and him, one of the best baseball players to ever grace Japanâs shore. The both of you were a mismatch made on the verdant fields of the biggest game in Ken Satoâs lifeâand you will never forget the day you first met him.Â
âLadies and gentlemen, the game will begin shortly! Please get to your seats and hang on tightly for the match of your life.âÂ
The announcerâs voice booms across the stadium, echoing the cries and cheers from over 10,000 baseball fans coming to see this legendary playoff between the Giants and the Tigers.Â
Working as an Uriko girlâor better known as a baseball girlâcame with plenty of challenges.Â
There were the heavy bags full of beer that you had to carry up and down the stands, sometimes weighing up to 10kg. The smiles you always have on, the makeup you wear to hide your eyebags from working two part time jobs so you can afford to pay off your literature degree; sweltering heat and a loud, rowdy crowd fuelled by beer from the other keg girls working this cutthroat job.Â
Many of them were wannabe idols who perfected the art of cultivating a following on social media and had regulars in the palm of their hands. Only a few handful shared the same fate as you did.Â
The truth was, you thought it was just another ordinary day at work when you overhear someone whispering excitedly behind the stands.
âI heard Ken Sato has come out of his break to play this game.âÂ
Your attention slips from adjusting the straps of your beer keg and you try to listen in on their conversation.Â
âHe is so cute,â one girl with braided pigtails swoons.Â
âTotally,â another agrees, wearing a baseball cap backwards to show off her petite features and pouty lips. âAnd heâs never dated anyone since coming back to Japan. Maybe one of us could change that for him.â
She giggles, as if it's the funniest joke sheâs ever told.Â
You try hard not to roll your eyes. A man like Ken Sato would never go for one of these girls. He was the type to exclusively date models and actresses, not struggling Urikos selling beer on the stands.
But, you donât dash their hopes, and you follow the rest of them in a line, plastering on a smile and mustering up the courage to charm potential buyers into being regulars.
âLadies and gentlemenâletâs put our hands together for the Giants!â
The roar of the crowd behind the doors shakes through your sneakers, in tandem with the tripling speed of your heartbeat. Electricity sparks through the air, and you can feel it in between your teeth when the stadium doors open and everyone rushes forward, pushing you along the stream of girls ready to break their sales target.
âAnd Sato-san steps foot into the pitch!â
You step out of the shadows, into the piercing bright light of the open air stadium, its magnetic dome rippling above.Â
âLadies and gentlemen, Ken Sato is back in his element!âÂ
You take a deep breath and catch a manâs eye. He nods at you and you smile, making your way towards him with a red cup in hand and frozen beer on your back ready to be poured.
Let the game begin.Â
 âLadies and gentlemen, Ken Sato is back in his element!âÂ
The announcerâs voice booms across the stadium, echoing the cries and cheers from over 10,000 baseball fans coming to see this legendary playoff between the Giants and the Tigers.Â
Itâs the game of his life, and to say that Ken is nervous would be an understatement. He twists the bat in his hands, adjusts his batting helmet and steps onto the pitch.Â
âOi, Satoâremember, donât lose your cool,â Coach Shimura sternly warns him before he enters the game, flinty eyes never once softening even when Ken shoots him a reassuring smile.Â
âI got this in the bag, coach. Just wait and see.â
Shimura doesnât scoff, though the corners of his mouth lifts slightly. After months of watching him play in the leagues, the older man can be assured of his star playerâs credibility.
Giving him a two finger salute, the young man picks up his favorite bat and high tails it to the edge of the pitch.Â
The crowds cheer, their cries reverberating right into his bones. Heâs focused, eyes on the pitcher who assesses him from head to toe like heâs vermin on the bottom of his shoes. Ken resists the urge to smirk behind his visor, eyes on the ball and head in the game.Â
âSato! Sato! Sato!âÂ
He tunes out the cheers, breathing deeply when the pitcher winds his arm back, and the ball goes flying. Narrowing his entire mind on the incoming white blur, he bats and it collides with the hardwood, flying off into the distance.Â
âAnd Sato nails it right out of the park!âÂ
âHere we go,â Ken mutters under his breath, lurching across the bases until he finally hits a home run.Â
The crowd swells like his erratic heartbeat, cheering out his name. Ken gives them a wave, his handsome face plastered all over the big screens, and in the front of the stands, right in the VIP center, his father whoops, raising his cane in exuberance.
Just the sight of the old man fills him with warmth, and Ken doubles back, about to return to his position when a movement on the second bleachers catches his attention.
His sharp, keen eyes catch sight of a man pushing an Uriko girl, goading her on as she backs away, apologizing profusely. He pushes her again, and she stumbles back, dangerously close to the edge of the staircase where she could take a tumble and break her neck.
Ken doesn't know what compels him to lurch right towards her, jumping over the barricade and straight into the stands, much to the crowdâs horror.Â
â... you rejected me over and over againâŠâ
âIâm sorry but this is just my job!âÂ
The red-faced man puffs his chest, and if looks could kill, the poor beer girl wouldâve been dead twice over. Heâs twice as big as her, and the other spectators are too afraid to jump right in due to his sheer size. But, thatâs never stopped Ken Sato beforeâin fact, bigger opponents were his speciality.
âOi! Back away from her,â he growls, and before anyone can blink, heâs grabbing the poor, shaken girl and shielding her behind his body.Â
The crowds are murmuring, the commentators having a field day announcing every movement of his diversion from the main game. The referee repeatedly blows his whistle, but Ken ignores it, his instinct to protect the weak more important than some league title.
Shimura muscles his way through the crowd, and for a second, Ken thinks heâs gonna blow up on him when the older man glares at the bulky man.Â
âGet out of here before I call security on you,â he sneers. âBullying some poor girl because of your delusions. Tch. Away with you!â
The onlookers jeer him, and he has no choice but to scurry away from the game, tail tucked in between his legs unless he wants to face the wrath of every Ken Sato fan.Â
Later that day when youâre washing your face in a nearby restroom, trying hard not to have a full on breakdown that your reputation and sales were ruined, you stumble into a familiar figure who gives you a once over, his mellow voice resonating through you.
âHeyâyouâre the beer girl from before, right?â
Ken takes one look at your red-rimmed eyes and clicks his tongue. âAh. Crap. Mustâve been a horrible experience for you, huh? Youâre making me feel bad, angel. You wanna get some food and then we can talk about it?âÂ
Sliding your eyes over his handsome face, youâre momentarily stunned by those high cheekbones and deeply unnerving violet eyes. His shapely lips and messy dark hair, coupled with his tall, slender build and broad shoulders, makes you suddenly realize that those girls outside the stadium doors were right.
Ken Sato is so cute.Â
âI-Iââ you stammer, and flush, looking away. Did he just call me angel?
He gives you a sheepish smile, devoid of the cockiness and pride youâve heard most baseball players possess.Â
âSorryâtoo forward? I heard girls in Japan were more shy and reserved so you donât have to say âyesâ if youâre uncomfortableââ
âNo!â You exclaim, and then start to panic when the rejection settles in for him. âI meanâyes! Yes. I would like to get some food. With you,â you add lamely. âA-are we going now?â
Catching himself before he bursts into laughter, Ken nods, rubbing the back of his neck.Â
âSure. I know a great ramen place.â
âSold,â you say, a smile playing in the corners of your lips.Â
Maybe you mightâve messed up your commission for the week and would have to defer your dorm payment for another month, but none of it matters to you right now.
All you could think about was how sweet it would be if you could bring back the smile on Ken Satoâs faceâperhaps make him laugh for real this time.Â
âLetâs go for dinner, then,â he gestures for you to follow him, and you swear there are stars in your eyes; you canât stop staring at him. âWhatâs your name, by the way?âÂ
âY/N,â you mumble, and blink when he extends his hand, an easygoing grin on those perfect lips.
âIâm Ken. Sato Ken.âÂ
I know, you want to say, but tame down the fangirling, taking his hand. His palm is smooth, but his fingers have calluses on them from one too many rough tumbles on the pitch.
âY/N,â he turns your name over in his mouth and you think itâs never sounded as beautiful as it does now. âItâs nice to meet you.â
You let go of his hand, feeling his warmth sinking past your skin, making your heartbeat kick up a notch.Â
âItâs nice to meet you, too⊠Ken.â
The rest, as they say, is history.Â
His large palm smoothes down your tummy, drawing you from the brink of sleep and back into a barely illuminated room.Â
You crack your eyes open, one lid at a time, feeling him pushing your hair aside to kiss down the nape of your neck.
âMhm,â your boyfriendâs sleep-drenched voice, still husky and rough, makes something deep inside of you throb. âMorning, angel. Did you sleep well last night?âÂ
Stifling a yawn, you nod, much too comfortable in his luxurious king-sized bed. Since coming clean on the dating rumors, Ken had whisked you away from your cramped dorm room to live with him right on the Azabu hills in his expensive, high-tech mansion.
You still went to school and did your assignments, but the biggest difference was you didn't have to worry about food or accommodation like before.Â
âLike a log.â You lean into his embrace, loving how sturdy and warm his chest is against your back, making you feel protected and safe.Â
âGood morning, Kenji and Y/N. Shall I prepare breakfast for the both of you? Eggs and toast or some pancakes?âÂ
Minaâs robotic voice chirps from somewhere behind Ken, and you feel him grab a pillow, tossing it over his shoulder. It thuds onto the floor, and you donât have to look to know that the Sato familyâs robot assistant has deftly avoided it.
âGive us some space, Mina,â Ken groans, burying his face into your hair. âItâs cuddle time. Weâll call you when we need you.â
âAlright. But, donât forget that you have an interview with Tokyo Today at 11AM. Enjoy your morning, Kenji and Y/N.âÂ
You muffle the urge to laugh, turning around and drinking in the sight of his hazy, adoring violet eyes and sleepy face. Booping the tip of his nose with your index finger, you click your tongue. âDonât be too mean to Mina. She was just doing her job.â
He grabs your hand and presses it to his cheek, breathing in a deep sigh. âNot my fault someoneâs being so enticing today.â
âHow can I be enticing?â You tease. âIâm just laying right next to you.â
Ken rolls his eyes, drawing the blanket down to expose your naked shoulder. âUm, duh. My super cute girlfriend is naked in bed with me. What else do you think is on my mind?âÂ
He loves how your nose crinkles when you laugh, fighting against the urge to kiss you all over for being so adorable.
You place a palm flat on his chest, exerting the slightest bit of pressure and he yields, shifting onto his back. The look of adoration on his face never wanes when you straddle his lap, your hair falling across his face. He pushes it aside with surprising tenderness, a huge palm cupping your face as he strokes the fullness of your mouth with his thumb.Â
âI love you, you know that?âÂ
You kiss the pad of his thumb, basking in his adoration and your pure devotion for him.
âI know.â
Ken arches one dark brow. âNot gonna say it back? How rude.â
You giggle at his petulance, gathering his hands into yours and leaving soft kisses on his knuckles. Ken sucks in a sharp breath when you guide his hands to your chest, encouraging him to palm your heaving breasts. Those violet eyes darken with desire, shooting a dirty thrill right up your spine.
âAlready so filthy in the early morning.â He doesnât protest when you lift your hips, finding his stiffening length and giving it a few good pumps before lining it up to your soaked entrance.
âJust for you,â your feathery whisper gets him harder.Â
Tease. You take him inch by inch, and he has to bite down on his lower lip to keep from springing a high-pitched whine when your velvet walls choke his length.Â
Your tender nipples turn into hard nubs underneath his palms, the planes of your body a feast for his eyes.Â
Kenji thinks heâs never seen such perfection up close.
His large palms fold around your hips, and you let him guide you up and down his cock; controlling the speed and depth, completely pliant in his grasp.Â
Ken makes love to you exactly like how he plays on the field: focused, determined and with a firm grip.Â
Oh, baby. You mewl, crumpling forward so he can catch you, strong arms vining around your shivering form.Â
The scent of sex and skin permeates the room, and youâre close enough that youâre starting to see stars behind your closed eyes.Â
Baby, I canât hold back, he grunts. Need you to come with meâfor me. Letâs do it together, okay?Â
Your thighs begin to tense, head tipping back.Â
His violet eyes darken imperceptibly, drinking you in.
Ken Sato is so fucking in love with you he doesnât know what to do with himself if you ever got hurt.Â
Your soul reaches out to twine with his, your bodies impossibly close until youâre sure your skin is melting into his.Â
A burst of white light rocks your entire world, and your universe goes black, filled with only the sensation of his lips on yours and his warmth filling you up.
Ken holds you tightly in the seam of his embrace, kissing your hair and rubbing his cheek all over you like an overgrown cat. You giggle and he joins you, hazily laughing at your hair poking out everywhere.
The moment doesnât last because Mina pops her head back in, clearing her robotic throat.
âKenji. 11AM. You have half an hour left to get ready.â
He groans, head thumping back onto the pillows, both your bodies hidden under the blankets so Mina canât see what heâs been up to, though youâre pretty sure the super smart computer can sense the pheromone shifts in the air.
âFine. Fine.â
Gently, he nudges you off of him, giving you a kiss on the forehead. Rummaging inside his night stand, he procures a sleek black card and hands it to you without a second thought.
âIâm gonna be busy all day, angel face, so I canât keep you entertained.â His boyish grin sends flutters in your belly, making you instantly smile. âGo buy something nice and have a good day. Iâll see you tonight.â
You nod and pull him in for another quick kiss; this time, Mina hovers by the doorway, her thin robotic arms arranged like a disappointed motherâs hands on her hips.
âKenjiââ
âComing, coming,â he groans, and slips on his pajama pants and shirt, giving you a wink.
âDinner tonight, angel face?â
âLike you need to ask.â You blow him a kiss and he catches it, pressing his palm flat over his heart, simultaneously walking backwards out of the bedroom.Â
Once he turns the corner, you exhale, unable to scrub off the lovesick look on your face.Â
Bringing his pillow to your face, you inhale the soft scent of his shampoo, forgetting the card and just wanting to bask in his presence a little while longer.
After a day of interviews, Kenji canât wait to see you again.
Heâs asked the chefs to prepare something special for you, a chirashi bowl and your favorite mochi to welcome you back from a day of shopping and classes.
His front door beeps open and you waltz right in, though he can tell somethingâs off. Your smileâs a little too tight in the corners, and he isnât sure if the lighting is playing tricks or if your eyes are red-rimmed.
âBabyââ
âKen, I need to tell you something.â
The truth was youâve been feeling off the whole weekâsleeping in too much, having rapid mood swings, going light-headed whenever you stood up too fast. But, the final strike was when you walked into a ramen shop this afternoon for a quick bite and literally gagged at the smell of freshly cooked riceâwhich never happens because you love rice more than life.Â
âIâm pregnant.âÂ
Fumbling in your backpack, you donât look up, rummaging for the small test which has changed your life in a matter of minutes. You bring it to him, noticing his wide eyes and bloodless lips; looking like heâs gone into shock.
He plucks the test from your hands, scrutinizing the double pink lines that cut through him with more pain than any Kaiju claw ever could.Â
Without another word, he sets the test down, storming past you and grabbing his leather jacket.
Your world falls apart at the seams when he canât even look at you, the tufts of dark hair falling across his face being angrily pushed back. Agony rips through your soul, leaving you shell shocked at his reaction, your hands falling uselessly to your side.
âKenââ
âWeâll talk about this later,â he cuts you off.Â
You hear a mechanical whirl behind you, Mina coming to your rescue.
âKen? Arenât you going to have dinner with Y/Nâ?â
âLater,â he snaps at her, and you donât think youâve ever seen your tender-hearted boyfriend look this angry; a dark cloud hangs over him, thundering across this room and bringing you right into the eye of his disappointment.
Tears sting behind your lids, and you dash at those pesky droplets before they could fall, running after him.
âKen, Iâm sorryââ
âI need time to think.â
You grab at his sleeve, wishing he would just tell you what was bothering him.
âAbout what?â you shout in despair.
Youâre being unreasonable with his request for space, but you canât see beyond the fear of losing him after youâve already lost so much: your parents to a Kaiju attack, your sister to a painful drug addiction.Â
You canât lose Kenji, too.
He tugs at his sleeve back, nearly making you stumble and fall flat on your face. You catch yourself in time, staring at him in pure shock.
Ken curses under his breath, and despite his cruelty, he steadies your shoulders, clasping onto you tightly. Those violet eyes are brimming with anguish, a pain he is unwilling to share with you. From being an open book whose pages you love to read and reread again, heâs now a subject you canât possibly understand.Â
âI need time to myself to think about what to do.â Glancing at the hovering robot, he sighs. âMina, make sure she gets to bed on time. Iâm going for a drive.â
Though sheâs programmed to check her Master on orders that do not make sense, her sensors record the cadence of his tone, registering it as pure frustration.
âOf course, Ken. Y/Nâcome and have some dinnerââ
You storm past him, ignoring his squeak of indignation.Â
âWhere are you going?â
Turning back, your lips pull into a terrifying sneer. âDoing you a favor and leaving first.â
âTo where?â His exasperation makes you see red, and you donât reply, huffing and pushing the door open, speed walking towards your old Camry.Â
âCome on. You canât be serious.â Kenji uses his longer legs to effortlessly catch up to you, grabbing your arm.
The drizzle outside turns into a light rush of rain, steadily soaking you from head to toe. Ken canât help the flash of panic at the thought of you driving in such bad weather conditions. But, youâre understandably upset with him and canât think straightâit was his fault for hurting you first.
Heartbreak radiates across your face and he flinches at the sight of tears welling in your eyes. His shoulders sag and he wants nothing more than to reach out to you and hold you tightly to his chest, but you pull away with a sniff and a shake of your head.
âI canât believe I thought you would be there for me when I needed you the most.â
You tug yourself free from his grasp, opening the car door and rushing inside; giving him one last, stinging look.
Droplets of icy cold water trickle down his face, illuminated faintly by the green neon of your carâs dashboard.Â
âY/N, IâŠâÂ
He wants to open his heart to you, tell you everything about the man behind the facade.Â
The wounded son, the struggling young baseball star, the giant hero fighting monsters and the dangers that haunt his waking momentsâŠ
But, he clams up, holding you back from the truth.Â
You exhale brokenly.Â
It was just like Ken to always keep you at armâs lengthâhovering just out of reach. Youâre not sure how long you can stay faithful and patient for him to finally let you into his heart.
âGoodbye, Kenji.âÂ
He watches your car speed down the driveway, round the bend and out of his life. His broad shoulders curl forward, and he wants so badly to kick his bike into gear and chase after you, apologizing for his mistake.
But the part of him that would always remain selfish, the one untouched by your goodness and the harsh lessons heâs learned in this life, nails him to the spot.Â
If he doesnât chase after you, maybe you might change your mind and get rid of it yourself.Â
He shakes his head, a wave of disgust rising in him.
Is this who you really are, Ken Sato? A coward?Â
âKen? Itâs raining. Donât you want to come in?â
Minaâs concern breaks through his destructive thoughts and he sighs. âMina, do you have a view on her? Where is she going?â
The robot pauses, scanning through the cityâs data systems. âSheâs right on Odori-chome. Rounding the bend to Takayo Dorms. It looks like sheâll be staying with a friend tonight.â
As much as he loathes the idea of you being pregnant and having to sleep on some poor college studentâs floor, Ken knows he has to give you space or else youâll implode.Â
âOkay. If she calls, let me know immediately. Sheâs pregnantââ He chokes on that word, and Mina gives a concerned whir. âAnd Iâm worried. Iâll see her tomorrow andâŠâ The young man trails off, pinching the bridge of his nose.Â
âMina, Iâm scared.â
She extends one robotic arm, guiding him inside to warmth and dryness, the doors automatically closing behind him. Ken staggers to the couch, kicking the bottom compartment open and finding a can of his favorite Asahi on hand.
He cracks it open, drinking deeply while Mina floats next to him, vigilant and listening.
âWas dad ever scared when mom broke the news to him?â
To his surprise, Mina chuckles. âWhy donât you call him up and ask him yourself?â
Ken considers it, glancing at his watch. Professor Sato was probably already in bed by now, and he didnât want the old man grilling him on his poor life choices so late in the night.
â... Iâll do it tomorrow. After the playoffs.â
Mina titters and floats in front of him.Â
âWhatever mistake you think youâve made Ken, I know you will have the courage to solve it. You are not like the person you were beforeâyouâve grown. Changed. And when the time is right, everything will fall back into place.â
Her words marginally comfort him, relieving him of the heaviness in his chest. Ken flashes her a weak smile, drooping his head back against the sofa. He hopes to every god aboveâboth baseball and Kaiju deitiesâthat sheâs right.
That no matter how things ended between you two tonight, it will never leave a permanent scar on the future.
âHey, isnât that the guy you said you were seeing?âÂ
Chisa, your roommate from months ago when you still lived near campus, points at the shoddy screen of her twice broken down TV. Sheâs sipping on a beer while spreadsheets and blueprints litter around herâremnants of last nightâs cramp study session which was interrupted by your unexpected return.Â
You lift your head from her couch and true enough, the devil in the form of Ken Satoâs confident smile appears on the screen, making your stomach turn and heart twist.
Flopping back onto the hard couch, you sigh. âYeah.â
Chisa rakes a hand through her platinum blonde hair, stifling a yawn. âYou know whatâI get it. I would be absolutely shattered too if a hot, successful and rich man dumped me for getting pregnant. You just canât win everything in life.â
You want to throw a pillow into her face for such harsh words, but a part of youâthat small, terrified partâhas to agree.Â
âSo, are you going to keep it?âÂ
Her sudden question makes you wish you never asked her for a favor in the first place. While Chisa was friendly enough, it was her sharp tongue and blunt nature which often led you two into mini arguments back when you were still living with her.
âI donât know,â you tell her truthfully, sitting up and feeling a pang of hunger course through you. âItâs not like I can afford a baby right now withoutââ Your throat swells, the words caught behind a lump.
Chisa has enough grace not to comment on the tears glossing in your eyes. She turns her attention back to the screen to let you rub them away, raising the volume to drown out your quiet sniffles.
The both of you watch the sports segmentâher, completely engrossed, and you numbly tracking Ken's every movement on the pitch. Itâs a livestream from one of his games happening this morning, the very first game you wonât be cheering him on from the stands.
Without much thought, you touch your belly, wondering if the little life in there could see his or her daddy on screen. The reality that this would be the only way they could meet their own father makes you tear up again, and you reach for your dead phone, needing to at least hear his voice again.Â
It didnât matter if Ken Sato didnât want you in his life or if he refused to acknowledge the child youâre carrying as his. You just needed to know he would still be there for you.
Hooking it to a cable, you switch your phone back on, and instantly, a stream of messages swarm in.
I know you never liked it whenever I asked Mina to keep an eye on you, but she told me youâre rooming with a friend. Chisa, right? I hope she doesnât make you sleep on the floor.
Another text.Â
Yikes. Reading that again, I sound like an absolute dick. What I meant to say was that I hope youâre comfortable and you can rest well. I know the way we ended things was messy to sum it up, but I really hope this wouldnât be the last time we see each other.Â
The last text, sent around one in the morning, three hours after your epic fight, reads:
I miss you. Goodnight, baby. Sleep well.
You lift your gaze to the TV again, and start to notice the dark circles under his eyes. The hard set of his mouth. Ken still loves meâhe still wants this. Your heart leaps, and you turn your attention back to the screen, typing out:Â
I miss you. Iâm sorry. IÂ
A sudden tremor rocks the house, and your phone goes clattering to the ground. Chisaâs loud yelp rings through your mind as the shakes get more and more intense, as if it's getting closer.
Outside the dorms, screams erupt and alarms blare. The symphonic pattern of the warning is unmistakable: there is a Kaiju nearby.
You lurch to your feet, dragging Chisa by the arm, jolting her into action.Â
The sound of hundreds of feet running in one direction burns through your mind; Chisaâs arm is a constant around you as she drags you down the road, trying to find shelter from the impending danger.Â
Itâs a lizard or moth hybrid with a wide wingspan and sharp rows of teeth. Youâve seen news reports of Kaijus before, but youâve never dared to think you would see one up close. Spikes adorn its tail which goes crashing into buildings and houses, debris raining to the screaming crowd below like a reckoning halestorm.
Car alarms blare, in tandem with the rising panicked screams of hundreds of students and teachers who were caught off guard by this sudden attack.
âLook!â Someone yells, and in the distance, you see a human-like shape approaching fast.Â
âUltraman!â
âHeâs here!âÂ
âHeâs here to save us!â
Chisa, whose lips are bloodless and cheeks pale with fright, leads you up the stairs of the business school building, where you both can find higher ground to avoid the falling debris.
In your panic, you trip on a large rock and tumble to the ground, a loud, ominous crack resounding throughout this concrete cube youâve both locked yourselves in.
âShit!â Chisa bends down to inspect your ankle. She tries to lift it, but a searing pain cuts through your entire body, your shriek of agony making her flinch. âFuck. Oh, fuck. This isnât good. This isnâtââ
Boom!
The doors of the building fly off, and the monster sticks its muzzle inside, sniffing around for its prey. Having scented you and Chisa, it releases a loud screech, and before both of you could even blink, the roof flies off, its sharp talons reaching inside and grabbing you.Â
The sudden loss of gravity strains your broken foot and you scream in agony and fear.
âY/N!âÂ
As the monster lifts you right to its face, you thinkâthis is it.Â
Every nerve in your body is frozen, your mouth falls open and you mightâve screamedâyou canât hear yourself or feel your body or your hands or even your broken foot anymore.
This is how I will die.Â
âWe interrupt this game to announce that thereâs a Kaiju attack nearby. All civilians are requested to proceed to the nearest emergency exit. We interrupt this game to announceââ
As the stadium erupts in chaos, Ken hears the worst news his nightmares could conjure when someone screams: âThe Kaijuâitâs attacking Takayo University!âÂ
His mind goes into overdrive, his body catching up as he feels the familiar muscles stretching and pulling, turning him into a 50-foot gargantuan hero. Mina chirps to life, and heâs never heard a robot sound so serious before.
âKen, Gigan is approaching Takayo University. I canât seem to get a hold on Y/Nâs signal. I think her phone is switched off.â
Damn itâdamn it all to hell!Â
He pushes his body to the max, racing towards your direction, hoping against all hope that you were somewhere safe.Â
The young hero wouldnât know what to do if he lost you.
âHer messages were all gray yesterday. Her phoneâs out of juice,â he snaps back. âRun a search on Chisaâs signal. They should be together.â
âAlright,â Mina whirs. âChisaâs signal: located. Theyâre at the Business Faculty Park. I have sent you the coordinates.â
A flash of numbers and lines appear in front of him. Ken reads them quickly and nods. âGot it. Mina, alert dad and tell him Y/N might be harmed. Prepare the base, if needed. If sheâs gone, Iâll lose my fucking mind.â
Mina doesnât comment on his languageâshe chirps back, âNoted. Calling Professor Sato now.âÂ
He sees it thenâGigan the monster whoâs stomping around and has something in its grubby claws.
âMina, I see it. Iââ
Ken thinks the light is playing tricks on him. Thereâs a flash of a familiar sheen of hair, a smaller figure held inside Giganâs monstrous grip.
âMina, enhance visibilityâwhat is it holding?!âÂ
The sight enlarges, and Ken gasps. His shock turns into anger, and heâs taking off towards the beast, not caring of anything else in his path as he summons all his anger into a fist and knocks the giant lizardâs head backwards. Giganâs grip loosens and Ken rushes forward to catch you, holding you tightly to his chest with one hand.Â
With the monster down for a moment, he glances at his palm, unfurling his fingers to find your pale, frightful face staring right at him.
âUltraman,â you gasp, and his heart breaks when he notices streaks of tears running down your face.Â
You mustâve been scared shitless for your life.
âAre you alright?â The tenderness seeps through his tone, and he canât fight back the cresting wave of loathing and self-hatred when you wrap your arms around your midsection, nodding tearfully.
âI-Iâm fineâlook out!âÂ
He holds you to his chest, careful not to crush you in his grip as he spins around, deftly avoiding Giganâs tail as it careens right into his face. The Kaiju raises itself on its hind legs, releasing an earth shattering roar.
Ken cringes back. He needs to find you a safe spot; he canât bring you into battle like this.
Sprinting away from the carnage, all the screams and fear fade into the distance, his mind hellbent on getting you to safety.
Finding a relatively high rise building thatâs been torn apart by the Kaiju and left for ruin, he gently unfurls his hand, placing you back on solid ground as if youâre a Lego figure he needs to safekeep.
You drop to your knees, unable to hold yourself up. Ken sweeps his gaze over you, and without thinking, says: âMina, run a scan on her. Is she safe?âÂ
Loyal to a fault, she follows his orders, coming to a hard pause when your screech reaches both their attention.
âMina?! Hang onââ
Despite his sheer size and how tinier you are in comparison, Ken flinches when you march up to him, looking right into his glowing eyes.
The masked hero whose identity has been hidden since the day he assumed the role of Tokyoâs protector, freezes like a deer caught in headlights and for a moment, nothing exists in this world besides your eyes on his. You reach out, tips of your fingers caressing his armored cheek.Â
As if an unspoken truth comes to light, your eyes widen, and you touch both hands onto his cheek, skimming them across his nose. Those wide, luminescent eyes slip close, like he's enjoying your touch.
âItâs you.â Your choked gasp tears at his soul, and Ken opens his eyes to find you crying, a palm pressed right to your mouth. âOh my God. It really is you. Itââ
Your knees buckle, unable to hold yourself upright to such a heavy truth. You slide to the ground and he reaches out a hand, letting you lean against his much bigger palm. His heart is beating so fast, he has to remind himself to breathe so he doesnât transform in front of you and canât protect the rest of the civilians from Gigan.
âKen,â you say his name like a prayer, curling your much smaller fingers around his ring one, feeling the smooth armor of his alien skin under your touch. âKen. I knew something was off about you but Iââ
This pure moment of ecstatic discovery is cut off by a loud screech.Â
Ken hears Gigan approach and heâs about to urge you to be safe when you lurch to your feet and stumble towards him.
Itâs a split second of unadulterated heaven opening its white, pearly gates when your head touches his gargantuan forehead. You breathe and he breathes, the both of you suspended in this time and space where it's just the two of you in this worldâhuman and beast, lover and monster.Â
âCome back to me.âÂ
Thatâs all you say, all you have the time to elucidate before heâs ripped away by Giganâs claws.Â
Your cry pierces through his soul, and before he falls, he casts a protective shield around you, trapping you in a blue bubble of safety.Â
But, itâs a miscalculated move.Â
Giganâs tail whips around, knocking the base of the building. One second, Kenâs eyes are locked on yours, and in the next moment, the entire roof falls on top of you.
âNooooo!âÂ
Ken fights out of the monsterâs grasp, using his sheer strength to dig his fingers into the creature's mouth and tear its entire head clean off by its jaw.Â
Ending its life for daring to hurt yours.
This is it.Â
He doesnât care that his father would call this cruelâdoesn't care for the mess and press comments calling him unhinged or for the KDF commending him on his efficiency in killing off a Kaiju.
This is his entire universe coming to an end.Â
The tap tap tap of Professor Satoâs cane on the steel floors of the familyâs underground base barely rouses Kenji from his vigil by your sickbed.
From his vantage point, Hayao easily notices his sonâs sunken eyes, the unshaven chin and exhausted slump in his shoulders. Ken is holding his phone in one hand, occasionally glancing at a message on the smeared screen. His sharp eyes catch an unfinished message, glossing over it as Ken finally hears his footsteps and pockets his phone hastily.
I miss you. Iâm sorry. I
A heavy weight settles in his chest like grease, and the older man exhales a sigh.
Without another word, he takes a seat next to his weary son, placing a hand on his shoulder.
âKenji, youâve been down here for days. You need to see the sunâstretch and eat a proper meal.âÂ
He turns those solemn, violet eyes he passed down to his son onto the faint pallor of a young woman resting in a medically-induced deep sleep inside the emergency pod, her chest rising and falling slowly.Â
Your vital stats on a holographic board floats in front of him, and Hayao stifles a sigh when he sees a tiny, bean-shaped blob hovering in another panel, its features barely formed but already so dear to him.Â
Kenji can barely look at the vitals of his unborn child, eyes closed and head hung heavily as if the weight of the world drags his shoulders down. It might as well have, judging from the mess Hayao had to clean up when his son was too emotionally strained to handle the aftermath of Giganâs attack.
âI canât leave her side,â he replies monotonously.Â
Hayao recognizes that despair Kenji exudes, having experienced it many, many times over his twenty plus years of being a father.Â
Unexpectedly, he chuckles, and Kenji raises his head, finding his fatherâs expression faraway, nostalgia glistening in his rheumy eyes.Â
âOh, I remember the time your mother broke the news that she was expecting you.â
Any mention of Emiko would draw Kenjiâs attention like a moth to a flame. His son listens, patiently waiting for him to reveal the next part.
Hayao smiles and shakes his head. âJust like how you reacted, I was stunned. I had to sit down when she passed me the test. It was the first time sheâs ever seen me speechless.â Grasping his sonâs shoulder and giving it a squeeze, the older Sato sighs.Â
âKenji, there comes a time in every manâs life when he has to sit down and evaluate if heâs the right fit for fatherhood. Any man can be a father, but it takes a noble, patient, and kind-hearted man to be a dad.â
He continues. âChildren arenât easy. Human children, that is. Kaiju ones grow too quickly and already have a set path due to their nature,â he chortles at the memory of Emi, and Ken canât resist smiling at that.Â
âBut, babies⊠They test us. Show us what we lack and how imperfect we are. They have their own dreams, needs and wants. Theyâre loud, messy and take up so much of your heart, thoughts and peace. But, despite all of that, theyâre our hopes and dreams.â Hayao chuckles. âIf anyone were to ask me what my greatest legacy is, I would never say âUltramanâ or the research Iâve done over the years.â
Ken listens to him raptly, violet eyes wide and waiting.Â
Hayao finally looks at him, and in those similar purple orbs, he finds a kindred spiritâsomeone who knows his burdens inside and out because heâs lived through them all for half of his life.
âMy greatest legacy is you, Kenji. My son.âÂ
A wizened finger taps on the screen, and the room fills up with the echoing pulse of a second heartbeat, fainter like its coming from the bottom of the ocean. But, itâs as strong as his own, and in that, Ken feels the anger, despair and disappointment he holds for himself slowly dissipating like steam on a hot day.
âAnd after seeing how much youâve sacrificed and learned from raising Emi, I know this baby would be so lucky to have you as a dad.â
Hayao gets to his feet with slight difficulty, patting Kenâs shoulder.Â
âDonât be too hard on yourself, Kenji. It will all work out just fine. Take it one day at a time, alright?â
Ken wants to ask about the neverending dread, if his father ever feared putting his family in dangerâthe perils of parenting and how heâs going to juggle baseball, Ultraman and being a dad (a real one, this time) all at once.
Like heâs heard his sonâs uncontrollable thoughts, Hayao turns back to give him one last piece of sage advice.Â
âEverything will be okay. You are Kenji Satoâyour motherâs son and my son. You will never be alone.â He glances at your resting form. âAnd she will never leave you. A woman who readily accepts our familyâs duty and burdens is a rare gem indeed, son.â
âBut, mom did the same,â he blurts out, brows knitting together. âShe accepted you with open arms, too. How can you say itâs rare when it has happened before?â
Hayaoâs eyes sparkle as if Ken has finally found the answer to his perpetually troubling question.
âThatâs why I married her.â
He leaves Ken alone to ponder his words, the doors closing behind his frail form.Â
The young man turns back to your pod, placing a hand over the reinforced glass, right over your belly.
Before he can stop himself, he presses his forehead against the cool metal, sighing.
âWell, you heard him,â he mutters. âThe second you wake up, baby, Iâm locking you downâthereâs no shaking me off this time.â
A click. A whir.Â
The world slowly comes back to focus and you furrow your brow, biting back a groan. Your body faintly pulses with pain, like itâs remembering the trauma you suffered through a five year memory fade.
But, your limbs work, and it doesn't hurt to breathe.Â
âHey, youâre awake.â
That voiceâŠÂ
You pry your eyes open and the second you recognize his face, you think you could break down and cry. Soft violet eyes appraise you, slender fingers reaching out to tenderly graze your cheek.
âKenâŠâÂ
He catches your embrace, holding you so tightly you think you might suffocate. The feel of his arms around you is like coming home after a long day, and you think he might feel the same way, his heartbeat thudding erratically under your cheek.
âIâm so sorry. So, so sorry,â he apologizes over and over again. It takes all of your willpower not to tear up at the look of defeat on his face. You cup his cheek, bringing him closer so both your foreheads can touch.Â
âItâs alright, Ken,â you murmur, free hand running through his thick, raven locks. âItâs okay. Weâre okay.â
He cradles your tummy at the reminder, looking like a puppy thatâs been kicked to the curb.Â
âI was so mean to you. And to Peanut. Iâm so sorryââ
âPeanut?â You blink, and he doubles back, scratching the back of his head.
âI, um⊠may have given the baby a nickname while you were, uh, recovering.â
Your lovely, silly boyfriend thought you would be angry when it is the furthest from the truth. âPeanut, huh?âÂ
You place your hand over his, drinking in this moment of having your entire family right here, safe and sound.Â
âI like it. Peanut.â Your smile is saint-like, warm like the first sun rays breaking through a long, dark night. âPeanut is perfect for him or her.âÂ
He doesnât deserve the grace and forgiveness youâve shown him and Kenji thinks that for the rest of his life he wants to atone for all the wrongs heâs ever committed.Â
Your health is his priority, and kick-starting this renewed promise to you, heâs there every step of the way during your recoveryâfeeding you, bathing you, helping you regain your ability to walk without needing a crutch, taking you to physiotherapy classes so you would be mobile again after breaking your leg.Â
He even shows you Kaiju Island with his dad, Professor Sato and him catching up with a now one year old Emi whoâs grown into her wingspan and new abilities. At first, you were terrified to meet the Kaiju baby your boyfriend once raised, but the moment she scented you, she was all over you like an overly-friendly cat.
Her beak presses against the barely-there swell of your belly, and she coos in delight.
Looks like Emi is happy to be a big sister. Professor Sato laughs at that, thumping his son on the back.Â
SiblingsâKaiju and a humanâIâll have to trash my entire research thesis because nothing can compare to this!
You move back in with Ken, ditching your old dorm and studying from home to accommodate your growing belly and fatigue. Your lecturers were understanding enough, though you suspect the Ken Satoâs reputation was enough for them to give you some leeway.
Ken reduces his time spent on the pitch to be home with you and the baby, catching the pressâ attention who start to wonder if the great Ken Sato is cracking yet again. Eventually, it's his old frenemy, Ami, who spots him leaving a prenatal clinic with you one rainy morning after tailing him for days.Â
Your boyfriend literally has to bribe her with two months worth of free Tonkatsu dinners on his card before she lets the scoop go, giving you a sympathetic look that makes you laugh and Ken indignant.Â
Life was back to normalâor, as normal as it could be after finding out your boyfriend is literally a 50-foot alien superhero who fights monsters.Â
One night where youâre both just lazing around on the sofa, Ken decides to show more of his world to you, and tugs your hand, leading you to the underground base which he affectionately dubs his âmancaveâ.Â
There, he asks Mina to pull up an old recording of Emiko on the stands and officially introduces his girlfriend to his mother.Â
âSheâs beautiful, Ken.â You approach her with a fond smile, and his arms wrap around you; heart filled with pure happiness at the sight of his two favorite women in one room. Ken kisses the top of your head and then sighs.Â
âI wish you could meet her, baby. She wouldâve loved you to the moon and back.â
He tells you of the efforts to retrieve her from a wormhole; how he spends everyday wondering if the next time he sees his mother, heâll be just as old and gray as her. Youâre there for his every rumination, every fear.Â
âMy parents separated when I was really young,â he confesses while youâre both lying in bed in each otherâs arms, giving you another piece of his childhood that you welcome with no judgment. âI donât want to be like my dadâputting Kaijus or my career first that I lose the both of you.â
At those words, you take his face in your hands, looking him in the eye as you shake your head. âYou will never lose me, Kenji Sato. Iâm yours and youâre mine. Weâre in this as a team and weâll see this through.â Echoing his fatherâs advice, you grin. âLetâs just take this one day at a time, okay?â
With his past revealed and double identity known, itâs your turn to be there for him in a different way.Â
When the voices of doubt get too loud for him, you donât let him wallow in his misery for long, encouraging him to teach you how to bat a ball or letting him press his cheek to your growing tummy so he can feel Peanut moving around.Â
You meant every word you said to him that night in the tender darkness: you were both a team. No matter how bad the storm hits, you would weather it together.Â
One day, without you expecting it, Ken proposes to you while youâre both watching a movie.
âI canât walk down the aisle!â You pout, and heâs taken aback, thinking youâre flat out rejecting him when you point at your nose. âMy nose will be all squished and the photos will come out ugly,â you whine. âPregnancy noses are a thing,â you try to convince him as he bends over in laughter.
âBaby,â he wipes the tears from his eyes, broad shoulders shaking with repressed mirth. âSquished nosh or not, I still love you, squirt.â
He removes a simple, velvet box from his pants pocket and reveals a ring with your birthstone and his on it. You whisper about a hundred âyes'sâ in response to his âWill you marry me, sweetheart?â; tearing up when he slips the ring onto your left hand and brings it to his lips, kissing your knuckles affectionately.
âHave I ever told you I love you so, so much, baby?â
Though you have no idea whatâs in store in the future with a man who can turn into a superhero, and a whole new world of monsters, baseball and parenthood to navigate, you thank your lucky stars that heâs right beside you for the journey.Â
âMaybe it wouldnât hurt to hear it again.â
He chuckles and kisses your cheek, the feel of his smile on your skin like the embrace of home.
âI love you.âÂ
âHah,â you look up, starry-eyed and in love as you push his bangs out of the way. âI love you, too, Kenji Sato.â
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Thatâs My Girl
Summary: Bradley has been looking after you for longer than he can remember. Youâve always been his favorite person. So when some guy makes an unwelcomed move on you, that last thing heâs going to do is just sit back and watch it happen.
Pairing: Bradley âRoosterâ Bradshaw x Female Reader
Length: 6.7K
Warning: language, male chauvinism, allusions to smut, some angst with a happy ending
(author's note: this is a fic is set in the 'Like I Can' universe, however it can be read on it's own!
In hindsight, Bradley should have known how rowdy the crowd at the Hard Deck was going to be tonight.
Sailors fresh off a several months long deployment were always a boisterous bunch. But Sailors fresh from a deployment during San Diego Fleet Week were a different thing entirely.
The bar is packed and humid, even with the doors and windows opened for the Pacific breeze. Pennyâs old air conditioning unit might be on its last legs because Bradleyâs shirt is sticking to the skin of his back. Heâd nearly lost his mind when heâd seen that bead of sweat work its way down your neck and between your breasts when youâd pressed a kiss to his cheek and told him you were getting a refill and asked if he wanted anything.
Bradley really hoped youâd be up for leaving soon. He wouldnât mind taking a dip in the pool at your apartment. Or better yet, getting you to join him for a cool shower.
It wasnât the just the deep v of your tank top- or those sweet little embroidered flowers along the edges of it- that hand his fingers twitching to touch you. Although he liked those too.
It was that damn bow.
When Bradley had picked you up from your apartment earlier this evening and seen you wearing that, heâd given you a wolf whistle so loud it had caused your neighborâs dog to start barking.
Heâd taken advantage of your surprised laugh to back you up against your front door to get his mouth along the column of your neck. Heâs always been a big picture kind of guy. And he knew he wouldnât be satisfied until he was tugging open that bow between your breasts with his teeth.
Youâd all but sighed his name as your fingers tangled in his hair.
Bradley.
And just as heâd reached your collarbone, youâd pulled him back up to your mouth like you were going to kiss him and murmured Later against his lips before slipping past him, like the menace that you are, leaving him to chase after the trail of your perfume.
You knew what you were doing, that was for damn sure. Heâs always been a sucker for a bow. And for you.
Bradley had more than appreciated the extra sway youâd put in your hips just for him as you walked down your hallway towards the elevator. Heâd grinned to himself as he set off after you, because at the end of the night, his girlfriend would be coming home with him.
Earlier in the evening, Coyote had been fast to claim the cluster of tables that some Butterbars had left to close out their tabs, most likely onto their way to the next stop of many for the night. It was lucky timing, because thereâd been a nonstop steady stream of people making their way into the unofficial designated Naval watering hole for Fleet Week. There was a mix of civilians, Naval regulars who are stationed at North Island, and the visiting Sailors dressed in their uniforms on liberty. Bradley wasnât sure how many more bodies could be packed in until some of the worn wooden shingles of the bar started popping off.
The lively and loud atmosphere of Fleet Week was something that Bradley had typically enjoyed in the past. He liked seeing people cut loose and laugh as they swapped stories with their friends and families. And heâd been happy to do his part to add to the good times, having been pulled to the piano twice already.
Over the years heâd built up a curated collection crowd-pleasers for occasions just like this. Part peacocking, part coping. While heâs never been the type to shy away from being the center of attention, heâd also found it was easier to breathe in the spotlight. Because with everyoneâs eyes on him, it was impossible to feel alone.
So much has changed for him since getting permanently stationed in San Diego. And all for the better. That loneliness was a thing of the past, because now when he played, he was surrounded by all of his favorite people
But Bradley still ends his impromptu sets the same way he always has, with Jerry Lee Lewis. Only now he gets to sing it directly to the girl whoâd given him the sheet music to the song in the first place.
The same one, heâs realized, who hasnât returned back from getting her refill yet.
Bradley takes a quick glance around the corner of the bar theyâd laid claim too. Bob, Fanboy, and Payback were lounging against the side of the pool table chatting up some of the visiting Sailors, since there wasnât enough room to actually play a round without taking someone out with one of the cues. Coyote was leaning over the jukebox flipping through the albums with a pretty civilian who was out with her friends that heâd met and was clearly trying to impress. And Jake and Nat were seated with him at one of the tall round tables taking about the new Top Gun students, where your chair next to him was still empty.
Everyone was accounted for, except you.
There are so many people packed around the edges of the bar that it takes him a moment to find you. He thought maybe youâd been held up by Penny or Jimmy or some other familiar face, but he doesnât recognize the man who standing way too close to you. But the firm press of your lips tells him everything he needs to know.
He sees the next moment playout as if itâs in slow motion. Watching as you attempt to take a step back, only for the guy to wrap his hand around your wrist to keep you from moving away. Bradley sees you glance down at that hand on you, and back up at the stranger. He knows that look in your eyes as you shake out of his grip. You arenât just annoyed, youâre pissed.
Bradley slams his beer down and shoves his stool back.
He hears Jake curse behind him, âOh, shit.â
Chair legs screech against the wooden floor as his friends hustle to follow after him, but he doesnât wait for them to catch up.
Thereâs a trail of spilled cocktails and beers in his wake as he unapologetically weaves through the tightly crammed bodies that separate him from you. If anyone has an issue with him later, they can put a refill on his tab. But right now, his only goal is getting to you.
He doesnât slow for a second. He just struts right up and steps in between you and the other man.
âDo we have an issue here?â he rasps, folding his arms over his chest.
Bradley takes the guy in with a hard glower. The name tape on his uniform reads Wilson. A LTJG, based on his shoulder boards, from one of the visiting ships. The man is big, but Bradley is bigger. And he outranks him. The guy might not know it yet, but it was just another thing he was planning on making crystal clear.
You put a hand on his tense shoulder. âEverything is fine.â
âIt sure as shit doesnât seem fine.â He doesnât take his glare off of Wilson. âI think itâs time for you to go now.â He jerks his chin towards the front door.
âWeâre just having a friendly conversation,â the other man drawls, sending him a wink. The implied innuendo makes Bradleyâs jaw clench. There wasnât anything âfriendlyâ about the way heâd been using his size to keep you trapped at the bar.
The guy is trashed. Thereâs a blankness behind his eyes that Bradley doesnât like the look of. He must have pre-gamed before going out because Penny and Jimmy werenât ones to overserve.
âNo, what youâre doing is paying your tab and leaving this bar.â Itâs an order.
âBradley.â You say his name like a warning. âIâm handling it.â
You pull on his shoulder, but he shrugs you off.
âNo, kid, Iâm handling it for you.â This asshole was Bradleyâs problem to deal with now. Heâd tapped in the moment heâd seen the man touch you.
âI see.â Wilsonâs gaze bounces back and forth between the two of you, an oily grin appears on his face. âYouâve already got someone for tonight lined up. Damn, you didnât waste any time did you, sweet thing?â
Anger flares hot and bright in his stomach.
âYou better watch your mouth,â Bradley spits, pointing a threatening finger.
The bar around him blurs around the edges, but the man in front of him only gets sharper in focus.
You step around him and tug on his arm. From the corner of his eye, he can see you shaking your head at him. âBradley, stop. I told you, Iâve got it.â Your voice is clipped, tight. âLet me take care of it.â
He knows you want for him to let it go. To back off. And heâs about to- for you- because you want him to. But then he sees the guyâs eyes drop down to the exposed skin of your chest- to that bow between your breasts- and smirks.
Itâs a look so filthy that even Bradley feels dirty. He operates out of instinct. Stretching his arm in front of you, he purposefully pushes you back behind him to where he knows Seresin is standing close by, trusting that his friend will move you out of the way.
âA barrack bunny like you must know her way around. I donât mind another manâs sloppy-â
For a moment, Bradley isnât at the Hard Deck anymore. Heâs standing in Jason Cameronâs kitchen, where the smell of weed and cheap alcohol and Axe hung heavy in the air.
Bradleyâs fist flies on its own.
He barely registers the moment his knuckles connect with the other manâs jaw. He doesnât see the man stumble backwards into the table behind him. He doesnât hear the surprised gasps or the sound of glass breaking or the thud as the man hits the floor. Thereâs only the color red and the sound of his own ragged breathing.
When he shakes off the memory and returns back to his body, heâs almost surprised to see the broken bottles on the floor and not shards from a sliding glass door.
The next few minutes are a flurry of chaos as Wilsonâs friends come and scoop him off the floor to make their exit. From the looks of irritation on their faces, it seems like this might be an all too frequent occurrence. He makes a mental note to try and look up the manâs supervising officer. And if he canât find them on his own, heâll ask Mav to help.
He can feel dozens of eyes on him, but he canât bring himself to care.
Bradley takes a moment to apologize to Penny. He avoids looking directly in her eyes, not wanting to see the disappointment heâs sure is there. The adrenaline is still coursing and sparking through his body. He needs a moment to work off his anger and get his head back on straight before he comes to check on you. But he knows youâre in good hands with his friends.
Without being asked, he rights the table and stools on his way to the supply closet to grab a broom and dustpan. He takes his time meticulously picking up the bits of broken glass off the ground before he sweeps the rest of it up as he waits for his heartrate to settle back down.
When heâs done, he spots Nat and Jake sitting at the bar top and heads towards them. But for the second time tonight, youâre not where you should be.
âThat was some left hook, Bradshaw,â Nat says, pinning him with a flat look over the top of her drink.
He ignores the comment. âHave either of you seen my girlfriend?â
Jake lifts his hand up at about your height. âAbout this tall? Great smile? Dating a man thatâs clearly punching?â He chuckles to himself. âNo pun intended.â Those dimples of his are more grating than usual.
Bradleyâs hand flexes in irritation. His quick fuse is on its way to being lit again.
âSeresin,â he barks, low on patience, âWhereâd she go?â
The other man lets out a low whistle and shares a look with Nat. âShe left out the side patio door like ten minutes ago. Looked like she was about to spit nails too.â
âGoddammit,â he mumbles under his breath. He turns to Phoenix. âDid she really look that pissed?â
She shrugs. âIâm surprised she didnât punch you, I probably would have.â
Bradleyâs mouth drops open. âFor what? For defending her?â
All he did tonight was stand up for you when someone crossed a line and tried to get physical with you. He wasnât ashamed for doing it, heâd do it again in a heartbeat.
âBut did she want you to do that?â she asks, deliberately.
He doesnât understand why Nat is giving him a hard time about this.
âThatâs my girl and that guy wasnât listening.â
Nat lifts a pointed eyebrow at him, âSounds familiar.â
Bradley forces out a breath. âThat was different and you know it.â
âAll Iâm saying is I think she was making herself pretty clear, but you chose not to hear her and did what you wanted anyways.â His teeth clench together as a rock lands hard in his stomach. âAnd from the sound of it, she wanted to handle it her own way.â
âYeah, butâŠâ Youâre his, he wants to say, but holds back at the risk of sounding like the jealous boyfriend Nat thinks heâs being. Except he wasnât being jealous, he just wanted to protect you.
âNo buts, Rooster. You fucked up.â
Nat has always been a straightshooter. It was one of the things heâs always appreciated most about her, that and her keen ability to read people. He trusted her judgement. And if she feels this way, even if he didnât necessarily agree with it, then the chances are very high that you do too.
âShit.â
âYeah, âshitâ. Now go fix it.â She pats his shoulder once, and then gives him a shove to the side door theyâd seen you leave from.
Itâs cooler outside.
The ocean breeze feels good on his hot, sticky skin. Bradley feels like he can breathe a little easier without all those people milling around him.
Youâre not hard to spot. To anyone else youâd a solidary figure facing the ocean, but heâd know the shape of you anywhere.
From what Seresin said, Bradley had figured youâd be half way down the beach. Heâd been planning just to follow the trail of steam to find you. But youâre still as a statue with your arms wrapped around yourself as you stare out at the inky waves.
The noise from the bar is muffled inside the walls of the Hard Deck, but still slips out from the windows that are cracked open and follows him as he walks towards you. The sand shifts beneath his shoes with every step he takes. The tunes from Pennyâs jukebox get carried away on the wind and are replaced with the gentle roar of the waves as he approaches you.
The days are getting longer and dusk is rolling in. The sun is hanging low in the sky. Not quite set, but well on its way. Heâd love nothing more than to pull you into his lap in one of the Adirondack chairs to watch the last glimmering moments of golden hour with you in his arms. But knows thatâs probably not in the cards for tonight.
The two of you have had fights before. Usually over stupid, inconsequential things. Arguing with you feels different now than when it did when you were just friends. Now that youâre his girlfriend, it feels like thereâs more at stake. He knew heâd never forgive himself if he fumbled the best thing thatâs ever happened to him.
Bradley wants to skip over this part to where the two of you are back on the same page. He wants to skip to the part where he gets to see your dimples and hear you laugh.
He stops just a few feet behind you. He knows you know heâs there, in that uncanny way youâve always been able to sense him. The minutes tick by as he stands there and waits for you to acknowledge him. Or to turn around and shoot him that withering glare of yours. Heâd take anything other than your silence.
But you donât.
You give him nothing, which is almost worse.
It feels like a standoff.
He folds first.
âSweet girl,â Bradley says, with a resigned sigh.
He doesnât miss the way your whole body tenses at the sound of his voice.
âI donât want to talk to you right now, Rooster.â
The way you say his callsign lands like a punch in the gut.
Youâre only standing a few feet away from him, but it feels like the two of you are miles apart.
âCâmon, kid, that asshole is gone now. Come back inside.â
âSeriously?â you laugh bitterly, still refusing to look at him. âYouâre seriously going to ignore me right now too? I said I donât want to talk right now.â
He feels his jaw tick. âLook, Iâm sorry,â he starts, still not feeling sorry in the least, âBut-â
You put a hand up and whirl on him, shaking your head in disbelief. The thunderous look on your face would have a lesser man taking a step back, instead Bradley steels his spine and digs his feet into the sand. Â
âI really donât want to hear it. I donât think Iâve ever been this mad at you,â you fume. âNot even in high school when you got in that stupid fucking fight at that Homecoming party when I had to take you to the hospital.â
He presses his lips together firmly. There was a time and place for a conversation about that night, the one where heâd earned the scars on his face, but it wasnât here and now. It was a secret heâd kept to himself for nearly two decades, the only other person whoâd known the full story was his mom. But telling you about it now would only make things worse.
You continue, like a freight train without brakes, âAnd youâd been drunk then. Not that that excuses anything. But youâve had, what? Two beers tonight?â When you lift your eyebrows at him expectantly, he nods curtly in confirmation. âSo tell me what the hell just happened in there?â
He swears that sharp flash of your eyes could cut glass. Â A lick of heat bursts behind his sternum. Hot and fierce.
âHe wasnât backing off,â Bradley grits out, trying to summon the patience he doesnât have. âWhat was I supposed to do? Give him a pat on the back and let him keep hitting on my girlfriend?â You scoff and he feels his pulse kick up in his throat. âI have always had your back, and I will always have your back.â
Bradley doesnât understand why you donât seem to understand that heâd do anything for you. Heâs been looking out for you since your bike handlebars had iridescent tassels streaming from them, and if he has his way heâll be looking out for you until his number is up.
âBut thatâs the thing, Rooster! You didnât have my back in there,â you argue, stepping forward so youâre toe to toe with him. Your use of his callsign again chafes against his ears like sandpaper. âAll you did was manhandle me out of the way to get at him and throw fists. I mean, Mav and Hondo would have let it slide if theyâd been there to see that. But what about Cyclone? Would he? Why would you put your career at risk like that? What were you even thinking?â
Youâre looking at him like you donât know him, and he hates it. Because youâre the person who knows him best.
He runs a hand through his hair in agitation. Heâs been trying to tame his temper, that caged animal that paced within the confines of the ribs in his chest. But his anger and frustration has been feeding off of yours, meeting it measure for measure.
âI wasnât. I wasnât thinking,â Bradley explodes, flinging his arms out to the side. âIâm not going to stop and make a damn pros and cons list while I watch some asshole being disrespectful and getting physical with you. Itâs not going to happen, kid.â
âAnd I told you that I had it handled!â you exclaim.
The sound of the waves gets lost in the way both of your voices are raising with each and every parry in the verbal fencing match youâve found yourselves in. This has escalated quicker than he ever could have expected, and all he wants is to find himself back on the same page with you.
âHow am I the bad guy in all of this right now?â
âDonât you get it? Iâm not mad about you wanting you to be there for me, Iâm mad about how you went about it. You literally pushed me out of the way and passed off to Jake, like my voice and feelings in that moment didnât matter to you. Like you didnât care about what I wanted. You have never treated me like that before.â
Guilt makes his stomach churn.
âYou and I both know thatâs not true,â he replies. Itâs an uncomfortable truth.
That dark period after his mom died and how heâd treated you still haunted him sometimes. When heâd try to set fire to all the bridges around him, including his friendship with you. He hadnât been worth knowing back then, but youâd never given up on him. He remembers it like it was yesterday, heâs never forgotten it. On the nights he couldnât sleep, it was one of the many things that played out behind his eyelids like a highlight reel of all his worst moments.
Your eyebrows pinch together in confusion. He sees the moment it clicks for you because the fire that had been blazing behind those eyes he knows so well transforms into something softer. Something sadder.
âBradley, Iâm not going to hold onto something from when you were eighteen and hurting and heartbroken.â Your voice catches with emotion. âBut tonight? Tonight, you made me feel small. And youâre the very last person I thought whoâd ever make me feel that way.â
He canât even enjoy hearing you say his name again, because you look so disappointed in him. The two of you stand there staring at each other, searching each otherâs eyes as the waves rolling in along the shore fill the silence.
The way your lower lip wobbles steals the fight right out of him. All that righteous indignation that had been whirling in his chest is gone quicker than it came over him at the sight of the tears welling up along your lower lash line.
Heâd let you down back then. And heâd let you down tonight too. He feels like heâs broken a promise to you, one heâd made with himself a longtime ago. Bradley wants to be the man whose shoulders you could lean on, the one you trusted to bet there to support you. He never thought heâd be the guy who makes you cry.
Bradley says your name tenderly. Every single letter of it is precious to him because youâre the most important person in the world to him.
The single tear that escapes the corner of your eye and rolls down your face cracks his chest wide open.
He holds out his hand for you, but you half-heartedly bat it away.
âNo, Iâm still mad at you,â you say, feebly. Itâs unconvincing at best.
âYou can be mad at me, kid,â Bradley murmurs, âBut just let me hold you.â
He needs to know that youâll still let him. That you still want him.
Bradley reaches out for you again and this time you let him pull you into his chest. And when you thread your arms around his torso and hold him just as tight that knot in his stomach loosens. He rests his chin on your head and releases a sigh. With you in his arms, he feels like his feet are finally back on solid ground.
He knows he owes you an apology, a real one this time. He knows that heâs fucked up, he understands where he went wrong. But he canât shake the feeling that he feels like heâs missing something, that thereâs another reason playing into why youâre so upset.
Every one of your quiet sniffles twists the knife thatâs lodged itself between his ribs just a bit more each time.
He doesnât know how long the two of you stand there wrapped up in each other, as he runs his hand up and down your back. Thereâs more to discuss, but he doesnât rush you. Heâll hold you for as long as you need him to.
When you pull away, only far enough to look up at him, he takes the opportunity to gently cup your face in his hands. His thumb skims along the line of your jaw, your eyes are still watery.
âSweet girl, why are you crying? I know you. Why does it feel like thereâs more to this than just me being an idiot?â he asks, quietly. It still feels so fragile between the two of you.
âBecause I l-like you so much. And I know you meant well, but I hated what happened tonight.â You wipe angrily at the fresh tears that streak down your face, like youâre irritated at them for them falling without your permission. Â âMy ex used to pull that kind of bullshit all the time and I always hated the way it made me feel.â
His hands fall from your face.
Your confession surprises him. âJack?â Bradley asks, his eyebrows pulling together. You nod. âI thought you said he was fine? That the break up was mutual because things got stale between the two of you.â
Itâs times like this where heâs reminded of just how much distance there between the two of you over the last decade before you moved to San Diego. Of how much of you heâs missed out on. All the little moments that made up someoneâs life. There was only so much an email, or a text, or a call could do.
You sigh, heavily. âIâm realizing now that there were a lot of things I put up with Jack because I didnât want to rock the boat.â
Bradleyâs fingers flex involuntarily where his hands are resting your hips. He doesnât know what to make of that admission.
âYou got to give me more than that to work with, kid. Help me to understand.â
You run you hand along his forearm soothingly, like you can sense his unease. He slides his thumbs through the loops of your jeans, fixing himself to you.
âJack was really good about wanting to show everyone that he was a good boyfriend. And he was- for a while.â You pause, pressing your lips together. âBut there were a few times where weâd go out and heâd make a scene, like what happened tonight. Except instead of someone being an actual asshole, itâd be someone whoâd started up some polite small talk with me as we waited in line. And it always became a bigger thing than it needed to be. Then afterwards, heâd make it seem like he was defending my honor or something, even though he knew I didnât like the kind of attention and all the looks that came with it afterwards. But Jack was always about Jack, and he liked the hero edit his friends would give him.â
You look away from him towards the ocean, the sunset paints you golden. Bradley knows youâre collecting your thoughts, so he waits. When youâre ready, you turn back towards him. Thereâs a different kind of hurt reflected in your eyes, one that tells him tonight has opened up old wounds for you.
âHeâd say all the right things around other people, but when it was just the two of us alone, I never got that side of him. At the time I believed he was saying them because he meant them, but I can see now that he never really showed me that he meant them. I took his words at face value and settled for them.â
You give him a self-conscious shrug. Like youâre embarrassed. But your big heart was one of the things he loved most about you, and he hated the idea that someone had been careless with it before it made it into his safekeeping.
Bradley swallows hard. That tonight reminded you of the low points in your past relationship is hard for him to hear. And knowing why, makes it even worse.
âI think, more than anything,â you continue, your voice much quieter now, âIâm just mad that I let myself get lost in that for so long. Like I knew I needed more and that I wanted more, but I kept putting him ahead of myself when he wasnât doing that for me.â
You thread your fingers between his and squeeze them lightly. He squeezes yours back.
âBut you, Bradley, say the right things and mean them. You show me how important I am to you, with or without an audience. No one has ever made me feel as special as you do. Like, you donât buy me red roses because you think you should-â
âWait,â he doesnât mean to cut you off, but his mind has snagged on a critical detail, âI thought your favorite flowers were tulips?â
A soft smile coasts over your pretty face. âThey are.â He loves the warm way youâre looking at him right now, tender and fond. âAnd thatâs what Iâm talking about. You show me all the ways you know me because you care about me and want to make me happy. You donât treat me like Iâm an accessory in your life. I mean, I didnât feel like I could even hang art on the walls of the apartment I paid half the rent for without Jack having an opinion on it. And here you are letting me bring over kitchen towels and plants for you, and we donât even live together yet.â
Yet. Such a small word, but it means so much to know that youâre envisioning the same future with him that he sees with you.
âI like that you do that. I want you to do that. I appreciate the way you show me youâre thinking about me too.â Bradley runs his thumbs over the back of your hands. âAlthough, Iâd rather be the one buying them,â he says, only partly teasing.
You made his house feel like a home. He hadnât had that in so long. He wanted you to have things there in his condo that you also liked and made you happy because he wanted you to stay. He couldnât wait for the day the two of you shared one address instead of two.
âDoes that mean I should return the throw pillows I found for you?â He spots a wink of your dimples. âTheyâre soft, but firm enough that you wonât hurt your neck when you inevitably fall asleep on the couch even though you claim youâre just âresting your eyesâ.â He never wants you to stop teasing him.
âNo,â Bradley chuckles. âThey sound perfect, but youâre going to let me Venmo you for them.â
âOk, fine,â you agree. Almost reluctantly.
God, he loves you.
He leans in to kiss you. Once. Twice. Soft, sweet.
Bradley lets go of one of your hands to settle on your lower back and press you closer to him, until thereâs no space between your two bodies. And brings the other one, with your fingers still tangled with his up against his chest. Before resting his forehead against yours.
âIâm so sorry I made you feel like that tonight.â
âThank you, I forgive you.â You set the hand not entwined with his on the side of his face, your thumb sweeps across his cheek. âBut I need you to hear me when I say that I can hold my own just fine, Bradley. I know you want to have my back and look out for me, but please, just not like that. Even if your heart is in the right place, ok?â
He nods. âI hear you, sweet girl. Itâs not going to happen again. I promise.â He turns his head and presses a kiss to your palm. And then lifts the one still in his up to his lips, and drops a kiss to the back it.
âPlus, you taught me how to throw a punch, remember? Iâm pretty sure I broke a guyâs nose one time,â you grin.
âAtta girl,â he says with pride. Itâs so much lighter between the two of you now. He takes a couple step back, letting go of you and giving you a not-so-subtle onceover. âOk, hot shot, show me what you got.â Beckoning you over with both hands.
âIâm not going to punch you, Bradley.â
âCâmon, kid, show me how itâs done.â
You shake your head at him in amused disbelief. âYouâre not going to let this go, are you?â
âNo maâam.â He taps his finger on his abs. âLetâs see it.â
You roll your eyes at him fondly. Then you hook your thumb over the top of your fist, just like he showed you all those years ago. And you ever so slowly, ever so gently press your perfectly aligned fist into his stomach. It could hardly even be considered a graze.
He doubles over with an overexaggerated oof and then tilts his head up at you and winks with a smile.
âYouâre ridiculous.â The sound of your laugh fills his lungs.
Itâs the same sound when heâd toss you into the pool when you were twelve. Itâs the same sound when heâd spin you on the big tire swing when you were fourteen. Itâs the same sound when he twirled you around the dance floor when you were nineteen at your momâs second wedding.
Thereâs not just a glimmer of your dimples anymore, the full force of them hits him right in the chest.
âSpeaking of punching,â Bradley says, straightening back up. âHangman thinks Iâm punching up.â
âOh, does he? Interesting,â you hum. Your eyes shine in amusement.
He grins. âHeâs not wrong. Youâre way out of my league.â
You softly shake your head at him. âIâm just right for you. And youâre just right for me.â
He couldnât agree more, but you donât give him the chance too because youâre threading your arms around his neck and pulling his mouth to yours. With you in his arms and his lips on yours, he feels whole. You werenât just right for him, you were perfect for him. And heâd never stop trying to be the perfectly right man for you.
No oneâs ever had him, not like the way you do.
Youâd always had a special place in his heart, but now the whole thing belonged to you. It was yours for the taking. He knew it would be in good hands with you, and he wasnât going to stop proving to you that he was the one to be trusted with yours.
âDo you want me to take you home or do you want to go back inside?â He asks against your lips.
You kiss him again. âLetâs go back,â you say, wrapping your arm around his waist. âYou owe me a dance, you know.â
He drops an arm over your shoulder. âI do?â
âYou do.â
âWell then, lead the way, sweet girl.â
After he twirls you around on the crowded makeshift dancefloor of the Hard Deck, you let him take you home. Where he apologizes to you again, but this time on his knees with your thigh thrown over his shoulder. And twice more in your bed for good measure.
But not before he got his teeth on that little bow of yours.
He never stood a chance against it.
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Bradley is about to line up his next shot at the pool table when Jake saddles up and nudges his shoulder.
âLooks like your girl has an admirer.â Hangman points with his beer bottle, directing Bradleyâs gaze to the bar where someone is chatting you up.
He recognizes him from the most recent batch of Top Gun students. To call him overconfident would be an understatement. The guy is clearly as full of himself on the ground as he is in the sky, based on his body language as he monologues to you, all puffed up chest and cocky smiles.
If the guy had any common sense, heâd see that you look like youâd rather be anywhere else. Itâs written all over your face.
âSo it seems,â Bradley agrees, rests a hip against the table.
Heâd noticed the guy checking you out. But it was pretty ballsy of the aviator to be leaning into you the way that he is, considering the two of you had arrived together and that Bradley had been the one tasked with doing some demonstration trainings with them earlier in the week.
The man makes some big gestures with his hands, heâs clearly reached the part of his story thatâs meant to impress you. Bradley chuckles to himself when he sees the less than subtle roll of your eyes.
âAre you going to go all Rocky Balboa on his ass?â Jake asks with a knowing smirk.
You must feel their eyes on you, because you glance over in their direction.
He knows you can handle yourself, but heâll be there if you want him to be.
Bradley lifts his eyebrow in a silent question. You give him a slight shake of your head and he nods.
âNah, sheâs got it.â
He sees the moment the guy fucks up and oversteps, because your eyebrows shoot up. Youâre his sweet girl, but he knows the other guy is in for it when look that promises the best kind of trouble settles over your face.
His favorite menace.
Bradley watches on as you lean over the counter and ring the bell with enthusiasm.
A cheer goes up throughout the bar. He brings his fingers up to his lips and lets out a loud whistle.
You look rightfully smug as Penny points out the wooden sigh strung up between the beer taps to the confused Top Gun student whose bank account will be hurting in the morning.
âDamn. I forgot the kid is a straight hustler,â Jake says, clearly impressed.
âShe sure is,â Bradley grins, still looking at you, ïżœïżœïżœItâs a good thing she likes you or youâd be screwed.â He pats Jakeâs shoulder reassuringly, before pressing the cue into his hands.
You return a few minutes later, with a tray of frothy, freshly poured beers for everyone wearing an all-to-pleased grin that lights up the whole bar.
He waits until the beers are safely on the table before threading a finger through your beltloop and tugging him to you.
âThatâs my girl.â
Bradley tilts your face up for a kiss. Itâs not his best work, youâre making it difficult for him since youâre too busy smiling.
He wouldnât have it any other way.
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Desire, I'm Hungry
Summary: You and Steve happen upon a strange flower and suddenly find yourselves separated from your friends in the Upside Down. An unrelenting desire overtakes the both of you, taking your friendship past the point of no return.
CW: Porn with plot. Sex pollen (so this could be considered forced intimacy). Underlying idiots in love. Mutual pining. AFAB Reader. Steve's canon S4 injuries. Steve's a little mean. Fluff ending. Biting. Blood. Fingering. Makeshift gag. Unprotected P in V. Reader has a vagina. Small breeding kink (it is Steve, after all). Creampie.
This one would not leave my brain until I got it out! Enjoy!
WC: 10.4K
In all the years you had come to know Steve Harrington it had its ups and downs. Being his best friend came with firsthand experience with all things Upside Down that ultimately led you into some pretty precarious situations.
Demogorgans, demo-dogs, Russians and a monster composed solely of melted people were the least of your worries because HE had always been there.
Until this very moment you saw him as untouchable. An invincible protector, the one person who came when you needed to be saved, not the person who needed saving.
He'd reached for your hand in desperation as he disappeared under Lover's Lake. The tips of his fingers slipped through yours, leaving you grasping and screaming out in panic and shock.
âSteve! No, no, no, no!â You scrambled next to Robin, pulling off your jacket about to jump in when she suddenly caught your wrist.
âHey Y/N! No! You can't just jump in there!â She yelled. Before you could get a word of protest out, you heard Eddie yell behind you.
âWoah, Wheeler you're not going in there, are you?â
âJust wait here.â She replied, briefly cutting her eyes to you before the sound of splashing water drew your attention.
âHoly shit,â Robin breathed out, clutching a hand over her mouth.
âRobin, we can't stay here. Not with both of them down there! Let's go!â Reaching out to her, as you turned back to look at the metalhead. âEddie?â
âWhat? No. You can't go. What the fuck man!â He wailed. âShe said wait.â
âYeah, we heard her.â Robin finally nodded, squeezing your hand reassuringly as you both leapt from the boat.
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You'd never been a strong swimmer, even with all the summers spent by the Harrington's pool. Much more interested in getting some sun instead of swimming laps.
Only now you were regretting never listening to the boy when he tried to give you those life preserving pointers, as you swam to the pulsating gate beneath Lover's Lake. Your lungs were on fire by the time you made it to the opening, Robin extending her hand to help you through.
Eddie surprisingly followed a moment after, while you were still trying to catch your breath.
Suddenly, ear splitting screeching noises and Nancy's voice pulled your focus in time to see Satanâs own flying hell spawn attacking Steve on the ground, as she attempted to fight them off.
âOh my God! We have to help them!â You shouted, taking off in a sprint toward your friends, Eddie and Robin hot on your heels. All regard for your own safety was quickly forgotten.
A weapon was the furthest thing from your mind but as you drew closer, you realized just how dire the situation appeared.
Steve was being strangled by one of the creatures, with its tail wrapped around his neck and another making a meal of him. Nancy had successfully pried one off and was in the midst of fighting it back.
âSteve! Just hang on!â You shouted, stomping a foot down directly on this thing's back as it shrieked out in pain releasing its jaw from his side, immediately turning its attention toward you.
âOh fuck.â You hissed, as it leapt up taking flight. You turned to run but Robin was right there with an oar.
You ducked as she bashed into this thing, splintering the wood as it fell to the ground. Rushing over you began to stomp on it repeatedly until it stopped moving.
You all turned in time to see Steve holding this creature by the tail and whip it around hitting the ground until it lost consciousness. Stepping on it with his bare foot and pulling until he ripped it apart with his bare hands.
âFuck,â you huffed, stunned. He was bloodied and bruised, as he spit blood from his mouth, but he was alive.
Robin leaned over slightly, whispering low enough for only you to hear.
âMight want to pick your jaw up off the floor.â
You shut your mouth and shot her a sideways glance, as she snickered.
The joy of a victory was short lived as you rushed over to Steveâs side.
âSteve, are you okay?â Suddenly hurdling yourself into his chest with a thud as he grunted out, throwing your arms around his neck as he wound his around your back, holding a little too tightly and maybe a few seconds too long before letting go to give you a proper answer.
âWell,â Looking down at his torso, when you stepped back. âThey took about a pound of flesh. But, other than that, yeah, never better.â
Robin began ranting about rabies, but you couldnât take your eyes off of Steve as your own set of worries began to seep in. Completely lost on the conversation around you until you heard Nancy yell.
âThe woods. Come on!â
âY/N, câmon!â Steve frantically tugged at your arm before you all made a run for cover.
You were huddled under skull rock pressed in like sardines, waiting with bated breath until the bats finally dispersed.
Everyone grumbled, and voiced concerns as you stood. Steve took a few uneasy steps before he fell against the rocky surface opposite of you.
âOh shit,â coming out on a shaky exhale, as he tried to upright himself.
âSteve?â Your head whipped around as you stepped into his space, reaching out to help steady him.
âI'm fine. I'm fine.â He huffed out, still a little dazed.
âNo, no you're not. You're bleeding. Sit down.â Worrying over him.
He slid down, as you knelt in front of him, guiding his wrist to take his hand away from his oozing wound. Nancy began to tear the bottom of her shirt, quickly handing you the fabric.
Robin started rambling about rabies again before you glared at her.
âRob, not helping!â You hissed before she mumbled an apology and backed away from the two of you.
âYou ready?â Asking him as he looked down at you, poised with his makeshift bandage.
âYeah, just do it.â He pinched his eyes closed, bracing himself, wincing once you pulled it taut against his abdomen and began wrapping.
âToo tight?â Chancing a glance up at him but he was already staring down at you, with a scowl plastered across his features.
âWhy the hell are you down here?â He suddenly blurted out.
âWhat the hell do you mean? We all jumped in for you.â His question genuinely bewildered you, eyes drifting back down, concentrating on the task at hand. Wouldn't he do the same for any of you?
âYou should have stayed in the boat. Like I told you to.â He chides.
You work to finish covering his wounds, ignoring the sting of his words. Scolding you as if you were a petulant child who didn't listen to their father.
âA thank you would be nice.â Mumbling out as he winced when you tightened it to begin tying it off.
âA thank you?â Scoffing down at you. âWell instead of me dying, now we all might die. Don't you get that? Jesus, Y/N you don't lisâ Fuck!â He hissed out.
You made sure to pull the last knot even tighter, effectively cutting off the rest of his little tirade.
âOops.â You smirked, finally standing and stepping away from him.
You were drenched and cold, suddenly all too aware of your grim situation. You sure as hell didn't need a lecture from him right now after saving his ass.
âFuck off Steve! We were all trying to save you!â You shouted, leaving the rest of the crew to stare around awkwardly, shifting gazes amongst each other.
âI didn't need to be saved! You should have stayed on the fucking boat!â He yelled back.
âHey, guys,â Nancy cleared her throat, trying to break the tension between the two of you before it got any worse.
âWhat?!â Shouting in unison, turning your heads to look over at her.
âMaybe we should get going, yeah? And uh⊠stay a little quieter?â Her eyes drifted to the treetops overhead, scanning a moment.
You'd both been so fixated on the other, the horrors of the upside down had slipped your minds. She was right, you were trying to avoid attention, not bring it directly on top of you.
âLet's all just calm down and get through this together.â She hummed, satisfied with your nods of agreement taking off ahead of you once more as Robin followed.
Eddie's wide eyes met yours and then Steve's.
âRight, I should, uhâŠâ he said, thumb pointed in their direction. âBut uh, here.â Shrugging his vest off before forcefully tossing it toward Steve's chest.
âFor your modesty dude.â Smirking before he darted away to follow after the girls.
Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, voice coming out quieter this time but still laced with annoyance.
âCâmon. Just stay close and don't wander off.â Before taking a few steps to catch up to Eddie.
âDon't wander off.â Mocking under your breath, staying a few paces behind, not wanting to be near your ungrateful so-called best friend.
The forest got darker the further you went. It felt like eyes were on you the entire time. You wrap your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling chilled and uneasy, closing the gap between yourself and the boys.
You were close enough now to catch bits and pieces of their hushed conversation, more Eddie talking than not. You knew Steve well enough that he was still brooding about the entire situation. He didn't hate you, quite the opposite. His harsh tone only masks his own worries and fears.
You caught him more than once glancing over his shoulder to make sure you were never too far away.
âDustin⊠said I was badass?â
âOh yeah. Shit. Kid WORSHIPS you, man. Like, you got no idea. It's rather annoying to be honest.â
You smirked at that. Dustin never told Steve anything like that, coming off as an annoying little brother all the time.
âThose ladies jumped in after you and I was too damn ashamed to be the one who stayed behind. Wheeler there, she didnât waste a second. I mean not a split second. She just dove right in. I donât know what happened between you two, but⊠Iâd get her back, man. Whatever it takes. âCause that⊠that was as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen.â
Steve stops at Eddie's spiel, looking over his shoulder once more, as you roll your eyes. Of course it was always about Nancy. The one that got away. Not like you tried to dive in first, right? Eddie was too freaked out to notice back there.
Before Steve had the chance to respond the ground began to shake once more, as everyone tried to hang on. You lost your footing, tripping over a stump and thankfully not landing on one of those damn vines, losing sight of everyone behind an overgrown thatch of bushes.
The rumbling slowed to a dull roar just as something caught your eye in a small clearing up ahead, emanating a small bluish-purple glow through the trees ahead. It was faint but while everything in the Upside Down was muted and dull it stuck out like a sore thumb.
As if it was pulling you in, you stumbled forward, quickly righting yourself and heading toward it. It was pulsing slightly; a steady, slow rhythm like a heartbeat.
You stopped at the center of the clearing, as you stepped closer, you realized it was a flower or at least flower shaped. Something akin to a Dahlia back home but it was a glowing azure color, petals almost transparent.
There were a few unopened buds that were also pulsing. The closed pods thumped, not taking notice of the way the pulses quickened as you stepped closer.
Your mind was clouded as you watched them. Beauty in a barren landscape, so mesmerizing you didn't hear Steve calling out for you.
As if on autopilot, your hand began to drift toward it as he jogged up beside you.
âHey, did you not hear me calling for you? What're yââ He trailed off, feeling helpless watching your fingertips graze the pod as he tried to yank you back, but it was too late.
You were both too close when the thing practically exploded open, releasing a cloud of pearlescent powder into the space between you.
The dust landed on everything in a five-foot radius, as it invaded your lungs causing you both to choke on what you could only think of as its pollen. He grabbed the back of your shirt, dragging you away.
âWhat the hell was that?â He asked in between coughs and a few sneezes.
âI don'tâŠâ before you could properly form a response, screeching could be heard from overhead once more.
âShit!â He hissed, before shouting back to the others to run for it. The hive mind. Everything was connected down here, it only made sense the flowers were too. The flying bats were back.
You and Steve took off the opposite way that you entered the clearing, dodging vines and low hanging branches in the process. He was trying to slow down so you could keep up.
âCâmon y/n. I think I see a building up ahead!â He shouted.
It was a dilapidated looking cabin, but it would have to do, as he took the steps two at a time reaching the porch with you right behind him.
He barreled through the door, thankful it wasn't locked as you rushed past him, slamming it shut in time to see some of the creatures flying low, unsure if they'd spotted you.
His hands quickly moved to the deadbolt, looking around the small space grabbing a chair, wedging it under the door handle.
You both stood there a moment facing the door, trying to catch your breath as a loud thump echoed overhead as it landed on the roof. It let out an ear-piercing screech that had you covering your ears. Steve hovered his finger over his lips as a shushing motion as a few more thuds and mirrored screeches followed.
He was trying to think, shining the flashlight this way and that, finding an open door near the edge of the kitchen, spotting a set of stairs that were leading down.
He quietly shuffled over to it, shining his beam ahead. It looked like it led to a small basement or at least a root cellar, as he nodded for you to follow as he began his descent.
You sighed, but reluctantly walked over as quietly as possible and trailed behind him, closing the door softly behind you. There was no lock, but it did latch shut.
It was dark, the only light emanating from his flashlight, as he shined it back to the stairs for you to climb down.
âI think we'll be safer down here.â He whispered. âThere's a cot over there.â Pointing to the corner.
It was a small room. No other outlet, looking more like a bunker than a cellar. Shelves lined the wall with food and various supplies. At least you were covered if you had to stay a while but hoped it wouldn't come to that.
âSteve,â You began but he immediately cut you off holding his hand up.
âIf you hadn't gotten distracted, we wouldn't be in this situation.â His voice is a little louder, but still barely above a whisper.
âIt's not my fault Steve, I saw something glowing, like it was pulling me in. You didn't have to fucking follow me!â You knew he was right, but you were feeling attacked.
âYeah, I did. I'm not leaving anyone behind in this fucking place. Even if you can't follow simple directions.â He huffs, throwing a hand to his hip as he surveyed the room. âNot enough you get us separated, but you have to go and touch that weird ass flower. God knows what the hell that shits going to do to us.â
He was venting more than yelling toward you at this point, frustrated with the entire situation.
âYou knew you weren't supposed to touch shit⊠that hive mindâŠâ
âSteve.â
He continued to mumble over in the corner, with his back turned, throwing his hands around in dramatic fashion.
âBut no! You touch it and now we're contaminatedâŠâ
âSteve!â Hissing out more forcefully, finally knocking him from his train of thought and little rant.
âWhat?!â He spun around, throwing the beam from his flashlight directly in your face. âWhat Y/N?â
You threw a hand up shielding your eyes with a grimace before he quickly lowered it, mumbling an apology.
âCan you just stop pacing? It's not helping anything. You're just giving me a headache.â You grumbled, sitting down on the cot. It slightly squeaked under your newly added weight, as your elbows landed on your knees, bringing your hands to cover your face with a groan.
âYou're giving me a headacheâŠâ he mumbled slightly under his breath, but you still caught it. He found a small chair in the opposite corner, plopping down with a sigh.
After about ten minutes of total silence, you laid back on the cot, unwilling to give him any more attention. Though he continued to mutter under his breath occasionally, you ignored him.
âHey,â he finally spoke up. âI'm going to give it a few more minutes and see if they're still on the roof. Maybe we can make a break for Nanceâs place and regroup.â
âYeah, fine.â Huffing a reply with an eye roll.
It was then you noticed a strange tingling on the skin around your neck, kind of like a cold chill. Shaking your head as you sit up, to rub the back of your neck.
âYou ok?â He asked, watching intently.
âFine. Just⊠a chill.â You shrugged, as he nodded.
Another drawn out silence before either of you attempt to speak.
âHey, are you⊠do you feel itchy?â He asked, scratching his exposed shoulder.
âUm, well now that you mention it, yeah. This spot on my neck is itchy.â Your hand absentmindedly reached up, scratching at it again.
âIt's that damn flower. I knew it!â He exclaimed, standing up. âLook, we need to see if we can get out of here.â
You watched him carefully retreat up the stairs, his footsteps creaking across the floorboards above your head, stopping for a few moments before making their way back over to the door as he came back into view.
âOk, looks like we might be here for a while. They're still moving around up there, and when I looked out the window there's a few in the surrounding trees.â He slid back down into the chair, spreading out as much as he could to make himself comfortable.
âFuck, isn't that just great?â You huffed out, taking your turn to pace the small room. Was it getting hot in here? A bead of sweat rolled down your back. When did it get so muggy?
âJust calm down, we'll get out of here. Okay?â He sounded so sure of himself; you almost believed him.
You sat back down, stretching your legs out onto the cot and finally laying back. The situation was looking bleak, your own mind filling with anxious stress. At least Steveâs here. You donât have to die alone.
You watched him from the corner of your eye, wiping his brow several times before finally rolling your head toward his direction.
The vest Eddie gave him hung open, revealing his chest, the thick smattering of hair slick and matted down. Was he sweating too? His toned chest moving up and down, a steady rhythm with each breath he took. His head was leaned back on the wall behind him, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.
You pulled your lip between your teeth, before letting go as he picked his head up looking at you as if he could feel your eyes on him. You didn't look away, holding his gaze.
âSteve?â You finally asked.
âYeah?â His eyes shift away from your face, trailing down your body before looking back up as his tongue darted out wetting his parched lips.
âIs it hot in here?â Sitting up, fanning yourself. âI feel like I'm burning up.â
âYeah⊠yeah, no. I thought it was just me.â Letting out a sigh. âIt could be the close quarters, but I don't think we should go upstairs yet.â
âNo, yeah. You're right.â You laid back down, eyes to the ceiling. You could ignore the heat if it meant survival for at least a bit longer.
He turned the light off a little while later, trying to conserve what little battery life it had left.
At some point you drifted off to sleep because you were roused by him touching your arm. It felt like ice touching your flushed skin as you sat straight up trying to catch your bearings.
âHey! Woah, it's just me.â He soothed, as you flinched away from his unusual cold touch. He pulled his hands back, giving you some space. âI wanted to check on you. I don't think it's hot down here. I think it's us.â
You felt dizzy sitting all the way up, throwing the back of your hand to your forehead. You were on fire. Your nearly dry clothes were sticking to the dampness of your flushed skin, making you cringe. There was also an overwhelming feeling of an unquenchable thirst in the back of your throat.
âFuck, Steve. I really did it this time.â You folded over yourself, head in your hands, groaning at the way you almost felt drunk or drugged, wondering if he felt as bad as you did.
âNo, hey. Look, I'm sorry about earlier. It's not your fault. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. Iâm the reason weâre in this situation.â You moved your head to look up at him, willing your bleary eyes to focus. A thin sheen of sweat covered his exposed skin, hair sticking against his forehead. His eyes are what caught your attention the most.
His usual golden flaked, honey hued irises were a mere fraction of a ring around a black abyss. This pollen was affecting him the same, he just had a better poker face but he couldn't control the truth his eyes showed you.
âHey, you okay?â He asked, as you sat there unblinking.
âYeah, IâŠâ Shaking your head to look away. âYeah, no. I don't fucking know right now.â
He shuffled over to one of the shelves looking for some water or anything to help alleviate your symptoms. Pausing for a moment, wondering if anything could be trusted from the Upside Down but there wasn't anything of value he could find in any case.
âFuck!â He hissed, turning back around.
âSteve, it's ok.â You croaked out. âJust sit down.â You patted the small space beside you on the cot as you scooted over. He hung his head and skirted back over, sitting down carefully trying not to touch you.
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He didn't want to tell you that while you were sleeping this overwhelming urge started to come over him. An ache low in his belly, and groin. It started out dull but began to grow, radiating through him as a spiked sense of arousal began thrumming through his veins.
Shame began to wash over him. How could he be so turned on at a time like this? A few more minutes passed when he was hit with the most intoxicating scent. It was faint at first. When he took in another heavy exhale it invaded his nostrils and filled his lungs.
He didn't understand where it was coming from, but he felt light, almost high, as he continued to breathe in and out, letting it wash over him. He could only describe it as a familiar, yet exotic thing, wrapping him up in a warm hug. It was almost irresistible, in the way a bakery or candy shop lures you in with promises that, yes it tastes just as good as it smells.
He turned the light back on, shining it toward your still sleeping form, shifting his hooded and heavy eyes over you stretched out on the small cot. There wasn't much skin showing, aside from your exposed arms but then you turned toward him as your shirt rose up slightly, exposing a sliver along your hip that suddenly had him drooling.
He felt his cock stir in his pants, with an ache that was suddenly all consuming. He hadn't realized when he'd gotten up, but he was suddenly standing over you, reaching out, fingertips grazing your arm.
You stirred slightly, as he watched your lips part with a soft breath settling back down.
He placed his palm to your arm, fingers wrapping around your soft, pliable flesh and an instant feeling of relief flooded his senses but then you'd woken, startling him out of this sudden trance.
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You stretched and yawned beside him, shedding the last bits of slumber from your small nap. You couldn't have been out long, but you were so tired and thirsty.
Had he been awake the whole time? A sudden pang of guilt overtook you at the thought.
âIf you need a nap, I'll move so you can take the cot.â Saying as you slowly stood, stiff on unsure legs, as you swayed just a bit plopping back down, your arm brushing his. It was brief but the feeling was cool against the searing heat radiating from you.
âWoah, just take it easy, yeah?â He turned toward you, hands at the ready but just hovering. He didn't trust himself right now.
âHow⊠how are you so cold? Your skin, I mean? I thought you were hot too?â
âI am, look at me. I'm fucking sweating.â He gestured toward himself, a thin sheen of sweat still covering his face and body.
âCan IâŠâ You couldn't get the question out before your hand was already reaching up, suddenly gripping his wrist.
Your brain is flooded with endorphins. A dopamine hit that had you suddenly searching for more. Your eyes closed at the contact, missing the way Steveâs mouth parted slightly releasing a shuddered breath.
As if you had no control of your body, your other hand moved up, planting itself firmly on Steve's chest, eliciting a small whimper from him that made your eyes shoot back open.
âDo you feel that?â You asked, watching his eyes flutter closed. All he could do was nod, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth.
You moved his wrist up, as he opened his hand, already anticipating what you were thinking, as you placed his palm to your chest.
âOh my God,â it slipped out, almost a moan more than words. His hand immediately soothing the patch of exposed skin that had your eyelids lazily closing once more.
âIt feels so good, Steve.â You breathed out.
Your words were doing nothing to quell his ever-growing arousal. He took in a heavy breath and there it was. That overpowering aroma was suddenly surrounding him once more, too heavy to ignore.
It was you.
When you opened your heavy-lidded eyes, the pupils were blown wide, full of lust and desire. Your lips parted slightly, releasing a small exhale you had been holding. All he wanted to do was lean in and press his lips to yours, letting his tongue explore and taste all that you had to offer.
âNo.â He hissed out, jumping up and stumbling back, putting a little space between the two of you.
âWhat? What's wrong?â You asked, mourning the loss of his contact.
âThis. This isn't⊠Jesus!â He whispered out, trying to maintain his composure. âCan't you see what's happening? It's the goddamn flower, that powder. It's making us⊠whatever this is.â Gesturing between the two of you.
Of course he had an attraction to you. He'd been harboring, what he thought, were unrequited feelings for the better part of two years.
âYeah, I know, but it feels so good when you touch me, Steve.â Your voice was dripping with seduction, even if you hadn't meant it that way. Your head was getting all fuzzy again, swaying a little.
âGoddamnit, we need to get out of here.â He hissed, wiping his forehead. âI'm checking upstairs again.â
You watched him go, leaning back on the small cot once more.
Aside from the dizziness, there was something stirring just under your skin. An itch you couldn't quite scratch, a buzz or a hum starting at the base of your neck, traveling down your spine sending a sudden spark to your lower abdomen like when you were⊠Oh God. Your legs closed as if by their own volition when that spark suddenly had your core clenching around nothing just as he descended back down the stairs.
âI think we're almost in the clear. The ones in the trees are gone and⊠hey, are you okay?â Finally noticing the almost pained expression etched across your face.
âI⊠I'm⊠Steve, what the hell is wrong with us?â You sat up quickly, getting to your feet with a gentle sway. He didn't think this time reaching for you.
His touch both soothed and electrified you. Cooling hands on hot skin but an even hotter feeling pooling between your thighs, making a small whimper escape you.
He closed his eyes as your cheek hit his chest. He was trying to think of something, anything else other than the way you felt against him.
You inhaled deeply, his woodsy musk surrounding you entirely. It was illogical. You'd both been in the lake and running through the woods, yet his scent was mouth watering.
âGod, Steve, you smell so good.â You murmured, feeling intoxicated, grabbing onto Eddie's vest with clenched fists.
âYeah, sâso do you.â Dropping his hands to rest on your hips, your head lifting at his admission.
âYeah?â You asked, almost breathless. He nods, licking his lips, your eyes landing there as your hands slip under the vest smoothing over his chest, the coarse hair tickling your palms as a shiver ran down his spine.
It's like you couldn't stop yourself, stepping closer into his space as his grip on you tightened, pulling you fully into him, your lower stomach meeting his hips.
âSteve?â Asking as you inch forward, calves beginning to strain as you stand on the tips of your toes.
âYeah?â He asks, holding his breath.
âI really want to kiss you.â
No sooner than the statement left your lips, he surged forward closing the gap.
Parched from the day's activities left his usual plush, soft looking lips chapped and dry but you didn't mind.
An immediate feeling of relief washed over you. It was like finding an oasis in the desert, drinking the taste of him down, briefly quenching that immeasurable thirst.
He tilted his head, bringing his hand to the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your hair as his nose pressed further into your cheek. You worked in tandem until his tongue dared to slip out, silently begging for permission.
You parted your lips with a soft moan as they met, slowly circling and entangling but you were hungry for more. Your hand slid up his chest and wound around the nape of his neck, finding his usual soft strands of hair, dirty and matted, pulling on the ends before pulling him closer, earning you a moan that you eagerly swallowed down.
The hand on your hip traveled south, snaking its way to the fat of your ass, suddenly groping and kneading your pliant flesh through your jeans pushing you further into him. His now very prominent hard cock pressed into the softness of your lower abdomen, taking you by surprise when you felt it twitch between you as he groaned.
At some point the two of you had begun moving, only realizing it when your back hit the far wall, knocking you from your trance. Your lips separated but still momentarily connected by a thin string of saliva as you pant into each other's mouths.
âFuck, I need you, Steve.â You hissed out, pushing at the shoulders of the denim vest he still wore.
âWait,â A moment of clarity for him, grabbing your wrists to halt your movements making you pout, as he looked around the dingy, cobweb infested space.
âShit Iâ we can't do that down here.â
âWhy not?â Asking, as your lower lip jutted out, eyebrows crinkling. The ache in your lower abdomen was getting worse, your clit was throbbing, practically begging for any kind of stimulation.
He shouldn't have looked at you. Your eyes were glossy in the dim light, looking as if tears were about to roll down your cheeks. He wasn't any better off. His cock was throbbing painfully against his pants, a wet patch of precum visible where his head laid.
âGoddamnit!â He hissed, pausing for a deep breath, tilting his head toward the ceiling. âBecause I don't want the first time with you to be on a filthy basement cot in the upside down!â
You couldn't help the grin that lifted the edges of your lips into a smirk, as you continued to stare at his bared throat. Wondering for a moment what it would be like to sink your teeth into him. This deep primal hunger was overpowering your senses, overtaking any other basic needs.
âFuck me upstairs then.â You blurted out.
âWhâwhat?â As if he'd misheard you, whipping his head back down.
âI said,â leaning closer to him. âFuck. Me. Upstairs. There's a bed up there.â You nip at his nose and giggle when he pulls back, grip moving, holding firm to your shoulders.
When it disbursed, you had taken the brunt of the pollen, if you could even call it that, apparently it was affecting you more severely, unable to concentrate on anything else for more than a few seconds at a time.
âWe can'tâ youâ don't know what you're saying, and those things are still up there.â
âStevie, please?â Your voice drips with desire, sultry and sweet. Looking up at him with your best doe eyes had all manner of his resolve quickly fading.
âI can be quiet. I promise.â You whispered with a pout, as your fingertips dance along his exposed chest. âWhat're friends for, Stevie? We need to help each other out.â
âFuck,â he groans, slipping his hand into yours, turning without saying another word to grab the flashlight pulling you along. He wasn't going to be able to hold out, suddenly driven by the unwavering need in his pants, it seemed better to give in to your advances than try to fight them. Your sweet tone, seemingly needing him just as much as he needs you, he couldn't resist.
His mind was flooded with the vivid image of how your tight cunt would feel wrapped around his shaft, he quickly ascended the stairs looking back once holding his finger to his lips when he reached the door, easing it open. The rush of cooler air hit you as soon as the door opened for a small reprieve.
âI'm going to check out the windows, go down the hall. Quietly.â Nodding toward the right. âThe first door on the left has a bed and no windows.â
You nod your understanding as he lets go of your hand, letting you go your separate ways. Tiptoeing down the hall, it was quiet, aside from the errant clap of thunder that echoed through the walls every thirty seconds or so.
The room had been exactly where he had explained. It seemed small, but the only light filtered in from the hall, illuminating only a portion of the bed. As your eyes adjusted, the bed came more into view, a little dusty but bigger than the cot downstairs.
You threw the quilt back, revealing surprisingly pristine sheets underneath. You decided to discard your muddy, lake soaked shoes as he came into view.
He had turned his light off, a silhouette of broad shoulders illuminated against a dusky red backdrop as another bolt of lightning split the sky outside. He stood there lingering in the doorway, eyes briefly running over your form. Your breath hitched in your throat drinking him in when he finally took a few steps forward.
He stood before you without saying a word, quickly finding your hips and wasting no time pulling you flush against him once more as you let out a small squeak of surprise bracing yourself against his chest.
âSteve, Iââ
You were quickly cut off when he sealed his lips over yours. His intoxicating scent once again surrounded you as your brain began to shut off, driven only by your primal desires.
Your hand trailed down his abdomen, fingertips grazing his bandages finding the exposed skin low by his waistband. He shuddered at your soft, lingering touch. Going lower still, he hisses and pulls back from your kiss as you palm at his erection over his pants.
It felt like you were on autopilot. The only thought in the forefront of your mind was the overpowering need for relief. The need to be as close as possible.
He was taken by surprise when you grabbed the lapels of his vest and quickly pulled him around. The back of his knees hit the bed, as he fell rather ungracefully.
The springs groaned under the sudden pressure of his added weight as he let out a grunt, uttering a âshit,â under his breath.
You quickly straddled his legs, giving him no time for protest, crawling up and sitting flush on his bulge trying to be mindful of those raw wounds fresh on his sides.
A chorus of expletives left both of your lips the moment your hips grind down searching for friction with your hands pressing firmly to his chest holding him in place. Your aching clit gets some relief, the stiff denim pressing into you sliding down the rigid length of him and back up. A fresh wave of arousal flooding from your core adding to your already ruined panties.
In any other circumstances, you would feel embarrassed rutting up against your best friend like a wild animal in heat, but seeking out and taking what you needed was first and foremost.
You leaned forward, burying your face in his neck, breathing him in.
âI could eat you up.â You whisper, lips grazing just below his ear, teeth nipping at his sensitive skin before your tongue rolls out, languidly licking at his jugular, his pulse thumping wildly against your muscle.
You whine, relishing the salty, earthy and coppery mixture as it settles along your taste buds, feeling him shutter beneath you taking a ragged breath only adding to your desire.
His hands find the plush of your hips, pulling you down to meet an upward thrust that has you leaning back up and moaning out without any regard for his earlier warnings and your promise.
His eyes shot up to you, barely illuminated in the dim light but you were a sight to see.
Your head is thrown back as if you were already in the throes of heady pleasure. Your mouth hung open slightly, another breathy wine escaping as you dragged your hips against his cock once more. Any and all of what was left of his will power was gone. His imagination ran rampant with the thought of you coming undone, falling apart only for him.
In one swift motion, he bucked his hips, gaining momentum to flip you over. Your back hits the mattress, making you gasp sharply as he seated himself between your parted thighs.
Your eyes go wide with surprise when his hand quickly shoots to your mouth, his large palm stifling your sounds.
Leaning further into your space, his lips ghost the shell of your ear as he spoke.
âI'm going to give you what you want but you've got to be quiet. Can you do that for me?â
You nod, fisting the vest in your hands, letting out a small whimper as he slowly took his hand away.
âUse your words, honey.â He scolded.
âYes, Iâ I can be quiet.â You breathed out, beginning to feel faint.
âGood girl.â He purred, his words sending your mind into overdrive.
You pawed at his chest, pushing the denim at his shoulders. He sat up, finally pulling it free from his body and tossing it across the room. Your hands roam across the expanse of his chest and broad shoulders.
He reached the hem of your shirt, fingers skirting up your tummy, cool fingertips sending goosebumps across your flesh. You nodded as his eyes caught yours before he quickly pulled it over your head.
He sucked in a sharp breath, watching intently as your chest rose, pushing your breasts against the cups of your bra with each steady inhale, threatening to spill out all on their own before you reached behind, deftly unclasping it and lifting it away.
âFuck, honey.â His eyes go dark, one of his large hands immediately finding its way to your soft skin. His calloused palm engulfing you as he kneads timidly, at first. You keen into his touch, arching upward, searching for more.
His mouth meets your pert nipple on the other side, swirling his tongue and roughly squeezing the breast under his palm. He nips at the taut bud as if testing the waters, teeth grazing before applying more pressure and immediately soothing the mild sting, laving the wet muscle back across your skin.
To keep from crying out, you bite down on your lip, whimpering as his touch sends shockwaves of pleasure down your body, shooting straight to your core.
He pulls off of you with an audible pop, eyes darting to your face when he feels you trying to push his pants down.
âPlease, Steve. I need you! I can't wait.â You hiss out, still trying to maintain a whisper but the longer this keeps getting drawn out the more desperate you become, aching to be filled. An ache that was growing so strong it was boarding on painful.
Dipping your way past his waistband just a moment later, he shudders when your fingertips graze the soft skin of his shaft, wrapping your hand around his girthy cock.
âOh fuck,â he breathes out, ducking his head into the crook of your neck, trying to muffle his own sounds as you stroke up and back down at an agonizingly slow pace.
Your thumb finds his head, a steady stream of precum already leaking from the tip, swirling your digit in the mess was almost too much as he sinks his teeth into the juncture between your neck and shoulder.
Your mouth fell agape with a silent gasp, a cry caught in your throat as your other hand flew to the back of his head, fingers digging into his locks and tugging harshly. He quickly unhinges his jaw, peppering kisses where his teeth had just been.
âMâsorry,â he mumbles out, pulling back and swatting your hands away from his pants as he sits up.
Your thighs go slack, as he blindly pops the button on your jeans, pulling the zipper down harshly, digging into the denim waistband before you lift your hips aiding in him hastily tugging them and your panties down your legs.
He tosses them somewhere behind him, before standing up and shedding his own pants and boxers, letting them unceremoniously pool at his feet.
Your eyes quickly rove over as much of his naked body as the dim lighting would allow, licking your lips. His cock was standing at full attention, curved slightly upward as he wrapped his own hand around it, pumping it lightly a few times.
His knees find the mattress, planting his hands on your thighs, spreading them apart to accommodate his frame.
Pausing a moment to appreciate the site before him, his fingertips trail the inside of your thigh, inching closer to where you yearn for him the most. You let out a small yelp of surprise when he tightened his grip and pulled you toward him.
âSteve,â you plead, as he ghosts over your slick lips, his thumb and forefinger spread you apart with a sticky release before he finally presses his thumb pad down onto your puffy clit making your hips buck up.
Sensing your urgent need, his finger begins to tease your aching hole, your arousal drips out, as he finally dips in, your hips rising up in time to push his digit further in.
Your head falls back into the pillow, the hand at your hip pushes you flush against the mattress holding you there as he pumps in and out of your tight pussy, quickly adding a second finger to help stretch you out.
âI can smell your needy cunt.â He hisses, practically salivating. Both of your pheromones were in overdrive, your scent wafting through the air like honey, luring him in. A feast begging to be devoured. âI bet you taste just as sweet.â
His words mixed with his current ministrations left you teetering on the edge, his digits stroke up, finding that sweet spot along your frontal wall and just when you were about to fall apart, it suddenly disappeared. Feeling as though it was subdued by some unseen force, leaving you whimpering and unsatisfied, as tears spring to your eyes in frustration.
âSteve, Iâ it's not working, I need more.â You huff out. It was then you noticed he was fisting his cock, searching for his own release alongside you.
âFuck, yeah, okay.â He let out a little breathless. âIt's not working fâme either.â
You immediately mourn the loss as his fingers slip from you before he promptly shoves them past his lips, humming around the taste, the potent elixir bursting on contact with his taste buds flooding his senses, igniting his insatiable hunger even further.
âJesus Christ, I fuckinâ knew it.â His pupils dilate, high on the taste of you, a drug he suddenly realized he'll never be able to fully detox from.
He grips the base of his cock with one hand, leaning over and lining himself up with your soaked entrance, pressing the tip in, feeling your gummy walls start to mold around him, as your hands fly up to grip his shoulders.
âPlease.â It was a breathy thing, as your muscles instinctually constricted around the welcome intrusion.
He groans, unable to hold himself back any further, snapping his hips and burying himself in one fluid motion. Your pussy gives little resistance between how wet you are and the unrelenting desire to be completely filled.
âOh God!â Biting back another loud moan being ripped from your chest, digging your teeth into your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood this time, as his thick cock splits you open.
There was a slight burn, as he sat snugly inside your tight channel that quickly gave way to overwhelming pleasure when he pulled back, withdrawing almost completely leaving just his leaking tip before plunging back in, somehow feeling deeper than before.
You muffle your cries the best you can, as he begins to set a near brutal pace. Every thrust pulling little ah, ah, ahs past your lips as your legs tighten around his waist, heels digging into the fat of his ass pushing him further into you.
He hisses and stills when your legs gripping a little too tight, pull his focus from fucking you to the searing pain at his sides. The wounds had been forgotten from the pure ecstasy he was feeling.
âShit, I'm sorry.â It was enough to knock you from your lust fueled haze momentarily as he pulled out.
âFlip over.â He grunts.
âWhaââ A sharp smack to the side of your thigh has the words dying on your tongue with a gasp.
âFlip. Over.â Repeating himself a little more forcefully. The soft boy next door being replaced with a rougher version, that suddenly had your pussy clenching around nothing at his harsh demeanor.
You rolled onto your stomach, as his hands came to grip your hips with a bruising force, pulling your ass up.
He wastes no time shoving his throbbing length back between your glistening lips, bumping your clit once before slowly guiding his ruddy tip past your entrance, as your cunt flutters around him practically sucking him in.
He's trying to contain his grunts to a minimum, when your noises start to fill the air he brings his palm down hard against your ass, making you jerk away, burying your face in the sheets below with a whine.
âGiving you exactly what you want, and you still can't keep that pretty mouth shut?â He hisses, grinding his hips slowly, to properly scold you. âFeels too good, huh, honey?â
You merely mewl and nod, before another smack echoes around the room, his palm smoothing soothingly over your reddened cheek.
âI asked you a question, honey.â His voice is lazy, dripping sugary sweet condescension.
âYes, Steve, mmphâ itâ you feel so, so good.â Finally able to mumble out a coherent sentence.
He smirks, letting a hand slide down the length of your spine, fingers coming up to tangle in the hair at the back of your head before hauling you up, back flush against his sweaty chest.
Winding his arm around your midsection, the other detangles from your hair to cover your mouth as he places a soft kiss to your temple before his hips snap harshly, the new angle making you cry out, but it's muffled with his palm securely placed over your lips.
âGotta be quiet, remember honey?â He huffs, breath hot against your neck, unrelenting in his conquest to see your demise.
You grip his forearm, nails digging crescents into his skin, hanging on for dear life. Each outward stroke and upward thrust, punching the air from your lungs as your eyes roll back, suddenly careening you toward the edge of oblivion.
His hand helps stifle your moans, blunt fingertips digging into the apple of your cheek, but you can't help the involuntary sounds that continue to slip out.
âFuck, yâyou feel good.â He stutters out, right in your ear. âPussy feels like it was made fâme. Mmmm. Gripping me so fuckin' tight.â
The hand around your waist starts drifting south, coming to caress your mound momentarily before delving between your folds finding your puffy, neglected clit with expert ease, drawing swift circles against you causing your cunt to constrict around him sending another wave of arousal flooding out, soaking his balls and dripping down your thighs.
âThat's it, honey. I promise we'll get there this time.â His cocky demeanor was doing it for you. You'd never seen this side of Steve, taking control, fucking you better than anyone ever had.
âYou're going to cum on my cock while I stuff this cunt full.â You whined out at his words, high pitched against his palm. âThat's what you want, huh? Fill you up and make it stick? Fâfuck I think I'm close.â
You try to nod, letting him know you were too.
The heat that had been simmering for the last hour in your abdomen was finally reaching a boiling point. Pressure was building, as he continued to pound into you, his cock hitting at just the right angle.
Your grip on his forearm tightened, fingernails beginning to draw blood, but he didn't show any signs of distress, never ceasing his movements solely focused on you and the way you felt around him.
You close your eyes, as the flames begin to lick up your spine, spreading further and growing hotter. It was an all-consuming pleasure, your cunt begging for release, begging for his release.
Whatever this pollen had done to the both of you, it was clear it had a driving force with one thing in mind. Procreation. Unsatisfied and unsatiated until you were bursting full of his life giving fluid.
You're finally able to pry his hand away from you to let out one more breathy plea.
âCum in me, Steve. Iâ I can't cum, I need you.â Your voice was low and raspy, but he heard you loud and clear.
He fully removed his hand, suddenly pushing you forward. Too weak to fight, your body fell onto the mattress with a small groan as he quickly withdrew himself and manhandled you around to lay on your back.
No matter what this pollen had done to him. He was still Steve deep down and he could never imagine not looking at your beautiful face as you fell apart for the first time. All for him.
He slips off the bed momentarily, picking something up from the floor before crawling back between your legs.
âI'm sorry, honey. You can't stay quiet.â He whispers.
âWhâ,â your question was cut off when he stuffs your filthy panties past your lips for a makeshift gag, kissing your forehead before grabbing the backs of your knees, practically folding you in half.
His palms push you down and hold your thighs open for him as he ruts his cock up through your folds, the tip grazing your clit before catching at your entrance. His head tips down to watch himself slowly disappear into your tight heat.
Your head flies back, feeling every ridge and vein upon his deliberate reentrance, fisting the sheets beneath you as muffled cries echo across the room. He pauses to take delight in the way your face is screwed up with pleasure as he buries himself to the hilt, suddenly wishing he could hear all the pretty sounds you were making unhindered.
He starts to move again, eyes drifting back down to where the two of you connected to watch himself plunge in and out of your soaked pussy, seemingly mesmerized by the way your greedy hole takes him so well but he tears his eyes away when he hears a pained whimper from you, pausing to search your face.
Your eyes were closed, tears flowing down the side of your face, feeling anything but pain as you looked up at him, eyes glazed over, begging him to continue.
Suddenly twitching at the thought of his impending release, he grinds his hips back into yours. The wiry thatch of hair at the base of his cock catching your clit just right, wrenching another moan from you as you nod at him to keep going.
He starts to thrust again but can tell he's close as his balls begin to draw up, and lower stomach tightens. Skin to skin doesn't seem to be enough when there's a sudden overwhelming need to be closer. He wants to crawl under your skin and embed himself there.
He releases the hold on your legs, letting them ease back to the bed as he drapes himself over you, caging you in. The hair on his chest grazes your nipples with each thrust only adding to your sensations as your hands find purchase on his back.
Holding himself up on one elbow his palm finds your breast, pressing and kneading before his mouth finds the other, sucking a little harshly leaving the top of your chest with a dark reminder as your body arches upward, craving more. His tongue moves over your pebbled nipple before he latches on.
It suddenly feels like he's everywhere all at once. Hands roaming, mouth hot as his cock continues to carve its way into your guts.
He pops off momentarily, sensing a shift in you because he can feel it too.
âYou gonna cum with me, honey?â You look up into his eyes, a black abyss. The familiar hazel irises are nowhere to be found. Your best friend now hell bent on ruining you for any other man.
You nod, with a muffled âmmhmmâ hoping to God you can finally crest over the precipice.
âWrap your legs around me.â He hums, hiking your thigh up his hip. Your brows marry with confusion because of the day's earlier blunder.
âIt's ok.â He soothes your worry away, large hand gripping your ass as he continues to grind down.
You do as he says, wrapping them around his torso, locking your ankles at the base of his spine. He winces only once before focusing all his concentration on pumping in and out, in and out. Making sure to tilt his pelvis on the upward thrust, simultaneously stimulating that spot deep within you and brushing your clit.
This was it. Fading embers reignited as flames slowly fanned across your lower abdomen. Your brain is all but mush, yearning for a release that only he can provide.
âI'm close.â He hisses out with a grunt, burying his head into your neck. His breath fans hot across you as he starts to whine and mutter. âMâgonna fill this pussy full. Fâfuck my goddamn load so far into you. Mmpmh, is thatâ thatâs what you want?â
A few more erratic thrusts before he pushes in so deep that his head is kissing the crown of your cervix. Your walls clamp down around him, holding him in place before his cock twitches and begins to spurt his release into your greedy womb.
Your body reacts suddenly, hot white heat floods your core with the hardest orgasm you've ever experienced. Everything around you seems to fade, as a blinding white light bursts behind your eyelids. Your cunt spasms around him, milking everything he had to give, he groans almost painfully but the sound seems so far away. If you weren't lying underneath him you would have sworn you could float away.
Your chests heave against one another as his body goes limp, crushing you in the best possible way. The lust fueled haze was extinguished with your release, leaving you tired and spent.
His softening dick kicks up a few more times making you whimper as your legs and arms fall away from him, utterly and completely exhausted.
You're pulled out of your blissful afterglow when he pulls your panties from your mouth. Humming as you close your mouth, dry and parched, smacking your lips together softly.
You still had your eyes closed, as his hand comes tp to caress your jaw, thumb running tenderly across the apple of your cheek as you both came down from your highs.
âYou ok?â He asked timidly, as you nod with a âmmhmm.â
âI didn't hurt you, did I?â The sweet, caring best friend returning to his senses, as you reply a low âno.â
âGood.â He whispers back, pressing a kiss to the side of your mouth.
âSteve?â Managing to croak out, voice hoarse and rough.
âHmmnh?â He manages, eyes fixated where the two of you were still connected, finally pulling his softening cock free, your mixed fluids flooding from your spent hole. He had the urge to shove it back in, but stopped himself.
âI was going to jump in first,â you whispered out, as his head shot up to look at you. You were completely dazed, on the verge of sleep.
âWhat?â He asked, easing himself back, eyes roving over your body littered with bruises and bitemarks. Proof that he hadn't experienced some sort of upside down drug induced hallucination.
âThe lake.â You hummed. âRobin stopped me.â Yawning before continuing. âI would've jumped in first.â
âYeah?â He asks, smiling softly to himself, easing beside you, brushing the loose strands of hair from your face. Spending a few more minutes tangled up in you, before the weight of reality would inevitably come crashing back down.
âMmhmm. I'd go anywhere with you.â You confess, wrapping your arms around his middle as he pulls you into his chest. If he's being completely honest with himself, he's been in love with you for years. He would've jumped in head first if the tables were turned, he just didn't want anything to happen to you.
âI know, honey. I'dâ,â a loud banging at the front door startling you both from your daydream, as he rose up ready for anything.
He hurried to get his clothes back on, throwing your bra and shirt up to you as he walked out into the hall leaving you to get dressed.
He could hear muffled voices behind the door. Your friends had circled back to find you.
Everyone stopped talking as soon as he threw open the door looking a little worse for wear.
âOh thank God!â Robin was the first to speak, reaching out and grabbing his shoulders. âWhat the hell happened to you?â
âWe're fine Rob,â Stepping back and letting them enter the small space, hand rubbing the back of his neck. âThe bats chased us here, stuck around a while but we're fine.â
They were all chatting when you finally walked into the room clearing your throat as everyone whipped their heads around, eyes all going a little wide at your appearance.
Robin's gaze flitted your neck, as she sent you a knowing look, raising her eyebrows causing you to pull the collar of your shirt over the exposed skin as your cheeks heated.
âSeriously?!â She smacked Steve's arm, looking wide eyed back to him. âDown here? I mean, it's about time. You've only been dying to confess your feelings for whââ
âRobin!â He hissed out, cutting off her rambling. âStop!â
She slapped her hand over her mouth, looking over to your confused expression.
âCan uh, you guys give us a minute?â He asked, hands falling to his hips, as they all looked between each other before heading back out the door. Robin mouthed a âsorryâ your way, shutting the door behind her.
âFeelings, huh?â Toeing at a small rock on the floor instead of meeting his gaze.
âFuck. Well, yeah. It's you. How could I not?â He sighed. âBut, we seriously don't ever have to talk about this again. Pretend it never happened and feelings aside, you're still my best friend.â
âWhat if I don't want to forget?â You bit the inside of your lip as your mouth curled into a shy grin. âAndâŠâ Taking a step toward him. âWhat if I told you I had feelings for you too?â
âYeah?â He asked, reaching out to haul you in close, as you took another step.
âYeah.â Your hands taking hold of Eddie's vest, curling into his chest. âAnd, once we get out of here, maybe we can try all of this again?â His face lit up, as you smiled at him. âWithout the raging, horny sex pollen?â
You both huffed a laugh, relaxing into each other.
âYeah. Yeah, I'd like that.â He nods, excitement blooming in his chest.
âCâmon handsome, let's get out of here.â Your hand found his, sending him a small giggle as you pulled him toward the door to rejoin your friends.
Despite the dismal cloud looming above he had a feeling that everything would work out this time.
Tagging a few mooties that might be interested (and please let me know if you don't want to be tagged!): @thecreelhouse @teen--marvel @bunnyhargrove @xxbimbobunnyxx
And also: @crybabyddl (since you asked!) đ
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yan nerd who gets put into a group project with you and some other npcs, as he calls them, not paying any attention to neither of them, rather going to practically sit on your lap and cling onto you the whole period.
yan nerd who annoys the other members of the project bc hes js there helping you, letting only you copy, and they could literally hear the down bad things hes whispering in your ear (hes doing it on purpose bc he thinks they want u and he needs those bitchs to back off)
"Hey (nerd yan name), why arent you helping us as well? We literally having zero fucking clue what to do." One of the members asked, scrunching his eyebrows together in confusion.
yan nerd who ignores them and goes back to acting cringy to you as you look as if hes holding u hostage.
yan nerd who is an absolute loser that prob has greasy fried hair, ofc he calls u his alpha and its him and u against the world.. uhm so! this is insane!
yan nerd who literally hyperfocuses on anything u like, making himself liking it aswell. Js so he can âaccidentallyâ bring them up in conversation, and see the way ur eyes lit up in surprise at the fact he remembered ur interests. Whenever you talk about anything you like, he quickly talks about it himself to make him seem more likeable to you,
yan nerd who in the middle of class, day dreams abt you literally with roses and hearts in background as you say "Your so hot~" (hes delusional pls..)
yan nerd who has had one gf but that was the start of his obsession with you and he was trying to stop himself with being obsessed
lets js say it didnt work bc when he was making out with his gf, he kept whimpering and moaning out your name...đ
yan nerd who tries to impress you with fun facts as he puts up his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Heâs the type to text you random facts throughout the day, just to remind u of him
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did u know that dogs have dreams?
I just wanted to let yk so when we have 10 kids, 3 dogs, and a cat together baby <33
yan nerd who over analyzes everything, every convo with u leads him to be in the dark of his room, smiling and delusionally think u need him in ur bed and that u def want him bc u looked at his lips for 0.01 secs
yan nerd who even practice conversations in their head before seeing Y/N again, trying to make sure everything goes perfectly. Though, whenever he go infront of you and actually try to talk to you, he loses all composure and says the first thing to mind. "Can u sit on my nos- I mean!"
yan nerd who lowk has rizz tho
âHey, did you know sea otters hold hands when they sleep, so they donât drift apart? Kinda like how I wouldnât want to drift apart from you, baby" He says looking at you with the most down bad eyes, rubbing your thigh under the table as you try to pay attention to the math lesson
"bro unhand me"
"If i do, will you bounce on it?"
yan nerd who, nvm does not have rizz
yan nerd who is a loser who spends most of his time humping a body pillow of u <333
MORE COMING OUT SOON!!!!!
RESQUESTS ARE CLOSED
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Time Traveller AU pt 4
Part 1 is here. Part 2 is here. Part 3 is here. AU masterlist is here. Check out my MASTERLIST for more.
Part 5 is here.
Two weeks had passed since you and Baldwin had met Salauddin. As much as you tried to stay in your room to try and work on your time machine a bit, Sibylla was far too excited with the wedding preparations and was dragging you along. Even the maids were too eager to do everything, be it dressing you up or accompanying you around the castle. You suppose it was their way of trying to get in your good graces so that you'll choose them to be your court ladies. Its all politics really. The few moments that you did try to have for yourself, they'd be with Baldwin. You cant ever have meals without him, even if you were sneaky. You theorised that Baldwin probably had someone in the kitchen to inform him the moment you're having a meal made so that he can join you too (and proceed to handfeed you the first and last bite from his plate).
You decide its finally time to bring up the agenda you had in mind. "Baldwin?" You call softly, earning a surprised look from him because he's used to your admonishing tone. "Yes, princess?" he quickly closes his book, giving you his full attention.
"Do you think... it could be arranged for me to travel?" He raised a brow. "Travel? Where?"
You mustered up the courage. "Egypt."
"Egypt? Why?" Of course he was alarmed because at the time Egypt was under Muslim rule, and Salauddin was the sultan of Egypt. It was his territory and it was far too.
"Why not? I thought you said you would show me the world." You reminded him of his promise when he was trying to bribe you into marrying him.
He sighed and nodded. "That can be arranged. Come on, now." He took your hand and pulled you towards him as he moved towards the corner of his room, keeping you facing him. "I always keep my promises, princess." He whispered kissing your chin before turning you around to face the mirror.
"See? Now you've seen the world. In fact-" He spins you back to him before turning you towards the mirror again. "-ooh! Now you've seen the world twice!" He keeps on spinning you back and forth a couple of more times making you laugh before you get dizzy and lightly smack his arm.
"Be serious for once, Baldwin!" You glare at him. "Dont you get tired from your flirting attempts?"
His eyes twinkled as he cupped your face with his hands. "Never!"
With your face still in his hands, you repeated your request. "I want to go to Egypt, Baldwin." "But why? Do you want something from there? Because I can have it brought here-"
"No." You cant believe you have to manipulate him. Eh, he'll get over it. "I... I dont have a family, Baldwin. I was an orphan and well- things werent great at my orphanage, so I ran away. I wanted to find out about my family, about my parents. What happened to them. So I've been travelling here and there. I suppose thats how I developed an interest in history." You could seem his resolve melting with the way his eyes softened, so you continued on. "Please, let me go to Egypt. I think... I think I might find some clues about my family there. And if I dont..." you chuckled. "Well, I could always write something on Salauddin."
"Do you really want to go?" You nodded eagerly. He smiled. "Alright. I'll talk to Salauddin. If he gives permission, then you can go. I dont think I could accompany you there. Guy has been stirring up some problems here and I cant have him try to start a rebellion."
"Its okay, I can go alone." "Well, not alone. I'll send my best knights along." Shit. Oh well. Better them than Baldwin.
Breaking the pattern for once, you decided to initiate affection and gave him a hug. "Thank you, Baldwin!" You heard him inhale sharply, his body stilling for a moment before his arms slowly but surely wrapped around your frame, and you felt him melt into you a bit. This is psychology 101, okay? Pavlov's dog experiment, if you reward him for "good behaviour", he is more prone to be "good".
If only you knew this may have been the first time in more than a decade that he's been hugged. And now that he has... it only cements more in his mind that your hugs are his- you are his.
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As expected, Salauddin agreed and allowed you to come to Egypt. However, Baldwin still delayed your trip by almost a week under the pretence to make "necessary arrangements for your trip".
It was just him trying to find excuses to make you stay longer, or even change your mind about leaving at all.
"You know it's going to be soooo hot in Egypt? What if you get a heat stroke?"
"I'm going with Salauddin. He's been living in the desert for so long, I'm sure he'll teach me how to protect myself from the sun."
"You- what if you get thirsty? You won't get cold water!"
You looked at him baffled. "Salauddin literally had a box of ice in the desert- he served us ice water. Did you forget? I'm beginning to think you might be suffering from a heat stroke."
He huffed. "Surely, you cant be safe in Egypt without me by your side. People will attack you for being my weakness!"
Your heart skipped a beat. I'm his weakness?
You shake your head. Not the time. "How would they even recognise me? I'd be in a niqaab! Besides, I thought you were sending your "best knights" with me." You said turning around to fold your clothes.
Baldwin's hand reached for your wrist and he pulled you back to him, your body stiffening against his hard chest. Damn, how long did he work out for? Just a few weeks ago, he couldnt even stand for long without passing out.
He rested his chin on your shoulder. "I'll miss you." He mumbled, and the corner of your mouth quirked up. "I know." You replied as you tried to break out of his arms and return to your packing. But Baldwin spun you around, his brows furrowed. "You wont miss me?" His eyes held deep concern, while his voice reminded you of a scared child.
He's adorable.
His grip on your arms tightened the longer you stayed silent. Fearing he'd change his mind about the trip, you cupped his face and brought it closer to yours, staring into his eyes.
"No." Hurt flashed through across those blue pools, but you continued. "Because the mere thought that you would be waiting here for me will make me want to return home early." His face softened.
"Home? You consider this your home?" He whispered, clearly affected by your words.
Oh, he's about to die when he hears what you've got next.
Your eyes smiled. "You're my home, Baldwin." You knew if this was an anime, then right now Baldwin would be animated with a pink background with halo behind him, and probably cupids shooting arrows and crying.
His reaction proved you right. Baldwin pulled you in for a tight hug, hiding his head into your shoulder and before you either of you could react, you both fell on your bed, though Baldwin didnt let go of you.
When he finally pulled away, he caressed your cheek with one hand. "What?" you asked with a lazy smile. He didnt say anything, just kept tracing your face with his fingers, looking at you as if he was in a trance. Considering you were leaving tomorrow, you didnt move from the bed. You didnt want to break whatever fantasy Baldwin was in (truthfully, you didnt have the heart for it. He looked like something was healing inside him.) So you stayed there next to him, letting Baldwin run his fingers though your hair and falling asleep to that.
"How did I get so lucky?" He whispered to himself, still looking at you in awe.
Baldwin didnt sleep that night. No, he wanted to memorise your face.
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The next morning, you were sent off with a small entourage, even though Baldwin wanted to send you with a bigger one, but you reasoned with him that a large group of people would only draw more attention to you.
"Be safe, princess." Baldwin said, pressing his lips to your forehead. You smiled and nodded. "I'll be back before you know it." He gave you a lopsided smile before pulling out a pouch and placing it in your hands. It was heavy. "I have given the knight commander gold to cater to your every need, buy anything you like but- I still want you to have this. Just in case." You peeked into the pouch and your eyes bulged out at the gold coins in there. "Its too much, Baldwin. I cant take-" He cupped your cheek. "I insist. If- God forbid, things go wrong, I want you to use this to get out." You leaned into his touch. "Nothing will happen to me, Baldwin." He prays so (he and his church is praying for your safe journey). "I know, but please- keep it. For my peace of mind." You finally conceded, giving him a hug before starting your journey.
From Jerusalem, you first reached Salauddin's caravan in the desert, where the Kurdish leader was waiting for you.
"So, have you come up with a plan to leave Baldwin?" He asked, guiding you inside his tent, taking note of the niqaab you were wearing. It was the one Baldwin had helped embroirdered for you- he recognised the ugly flower on your sleeve.
"Its not a priority at the moment." You lied, deciding it wouldnt be good to reveal all your cards to him. After all, he is a conquerer. You dont know what kind of games he may be playing.
He raised a brow at you, setting up the chess board. "Then why are you going to Egypt?" He wanted to gauge your expressions, but your eyes were solely focused on the chess board as you made the first move.
"I have some matters to take care of. Personal matters." You watched him move his black pawn.
"Anything I could help with?" He asked. You took his bishop. "No, you have already helped a lot. Thank you. But I must ask- how did you just agree to Baldwin when he asked if I could go to Egypt?"
He scoffed, taking your knight. "You think I did this for free? Please, your husband had to pay a pretty penny to take his "little heaven's angel" through the desert safely. Honestly, how have you bewitched him?" Salauddin gazed at you. "Either he's too stupid or you're much smarter than you look, the latter is something I highly doubt, so it only leads to one conclusion- Baldwin is stupid." He mocked.
"Hey! Dont insult my fiance." You admonished, looking back at the board to make your next move. He leaned forward with his elbows on the table, looking at you expectantly. "Or else what?"
Your eyes finally made contact with his, and he could feel he had insulted you somehow. "Or else... you'll regret it." You threatened, which he didnt take seriously, because- why would he? You're nobody.
His eyes lit up. "If you were any less threatening, Y/n, you'd be a dandelion." You rolled your eyes, clearly not amused. "Say whatever you want, but you and I both know you didnt do it for the money."
"What do you mean?"
"Mmhm, I dont know. Dont you have enough money already? I think- oh, you made a mistake there." you smirked taking his queen and now his king was left wide open for attack. "I think... you were scared to say no."
"Excuse me?" He moved his king. You chased him with your knight.
"You heard me." Your rook pushed his king into the corner. Frustratedly, he tries to escape by moving his king diagonally, but you were quicker with your bishop.
"Why would I be afraid of a man whose own brother-in-law is starting a rebellion against him and he's been allowing him to do so just because his sister claims to love him?" He taunted at the messed up family dynamics. Of course he knew how ready Baldwin was to give his kingdom away to Guy to be perished, but that was before he was cured of his leprosy.
You had boxed his king from all sides. No escape. "Why wouldnt you be? The same man was only just a 16 year old when he defeated you on the battlefield devastatingly. And that too, when he was so sick, his face was melting off." You knocked down his king. "Can you imagine how strong he is now that he's cured?"
His anger was subtle. Eyes glaring at you, mouth pulled into a thin line, his nostrils flared ever so slightly.
Clearly, you had struck a nerve.
"You shouldn't play with fire." He warned. You twirled his king between your fingers. "Who said I was playing?"
You both sat in silence for a few more moments, with you mostly relishing in your victory. "So, what do I get for winning again?"
His eyes narrowed, though they werent as hostile as they were a few moments ago, "You get to keep your head."
"Am I always playing for my life everytime we play chess?" "Yes." "Huh. So how does it feel to know that I will outlive you?" You teased, making him roll his eyes as he stood up, leading you out of his tent.
"My men are going to accompany you to Egypt. They're ready, so-" he looked at you with a scowl. "Leave."
"Aww, thank you, aljedu!" You waved, leaving before he could get mad at you for calling him "grandpa".
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The journey to Egypt took a little over 4 days, but you really cant complain with the small army of people at your service. Even the men and women Salauddin had sent with you made sure to cater your every need, and more importantly, help you and your entourage survive the desert.
The pyramids were still as magnificent as in the future, though the area was now surrouded by a bustling market of sorts. As your caravan moved further into the town, you saw a large centre built that had the traditional Islamic architecure elements- huge domes, minarets, white pillars. The colourful tile works (prominents turqoise and dark blue themes) and a few gothic arches displayed the catholic influence as well.
"What's that?" You had asked one of the knights. "Thats the madarasas." You nodded as you recalled reading about it in "the golden age of Islam" era. Madarasa was essentially an educational institution that were devoted to the study of law, maths, science, medicine, religion, philosphy and other subjects. The complex itself consisted of a mosque, a library, a boarding house. They were home to both students and professors, and were maintained by charitable endowments and unlike a modern day college, it lacked a specific curriculum or institutionalise system of certification. Information was usually passed on informally from teacher to student, and both men and women were able to attend.
It was heaven for anyone who seeked to learn, and this was exactly where you would be going to get help for your time machine.
But that would have to wait, as you were now lead to Salauddin's palace for rest. It was massive and just like the madarasa, it was also beautifully constructed. The palace spread over on a large area of land, and although it was was around 80-100 feet in height with those humongous pillars at each corner, the palace was largest in horizontal dimensions. Inside, after passing a throng of soldiers stationed who kept their gaze lowered even though she and most of the females were completely veiled, you saw a huge pool that continued throughout the palace, even through sharp corners. It almost looked like the castle was built around the turquoise pool. Despite it being hot as hell outside, the palace was cool and insulated even though there were no air conditioners or fans and was open enough to be well ventilated. You had seen the palm date trees through the city, but there was a huge new variety of exotic plants inside that you dont think would be able to survive in the desert.
Egyptians were truly ahead of their time.
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After dinner, you were sitting in your room with your maids. They were talking about the hospitality of Muslims and all, helping you unpack and get ready for bed.
"Alright, time to sleep." You said with a yawn and they all immediately began leaving. All but one maid, who had to stay by your side at all times even when you were bathing. Apparently, Baldwin had ordered her to do so because he didnt trust anyone in the foreign lands.
"You can go to your chambers with the others, Isabella." You smiled politely at the blonde girl, no older than 19. She shook her head, her brows furrowing in concern. "No, princess. It is my duty to be with you at all times. What if you need me for something?"
"I wont." You smiled tightly. The sooner she left, the sooner you could sneak out of here and go to the madarasa. "You must be tired from all the travel. Please, go rest. I insist." But it was like she couldnt imagine committing a grave sin like this.
Fine. If she's not going to leave then-
"Isabella..." you come close to her, fiddling with your thumbs. "Can I trust you, Isabella?"
She nodded obediently. "Of course, my princess."
"I need to get out of the palace for some time." You tell her slowly, letting her absorb the words. Automatically, she responds. "I can have them arrange a tour tomorrow-"
"No, Isabella-" you let out a distressed sigh, rubbing your forehead as you paused for a dramatic effect. "I need to go out right now."
"Now? At night time?" The young girl wondered what possible emergency you could possibly have. "Oh, um- well, I can have the guards prepare a-"
"No!" You turned around, reaching for her hands. Isabella's eyes widened. A princess- royalty is touching her? You tilted your head sligtly, eyes making a desperate plea.
"I have business that I need to take care of on my own. I-" you sigh dramatically before looking at her with most remorseful eyes. "I have to find my family. I need to- I cant get married without them attending. I- I- just need them and I know! I know they're here! I can feel it!" Isabella's face softened at your "distress" but you can still see her hesitance, and so before she could protest, you squeezed her hands. "I tell everyone I am an orphan but- the the truth is... I was a slave. I was stolen from my family and- and I was raised with other slaves. It wasnt until I was 8 that I had ran away. I've been running from my owners for a long time, all while trying to find my family. I dont care if they're dead but- I need to know. I need to know, Isabella. You... you understand why, right?"
Tears slipped from Isabella's eyes as she nodded her head feverently.
"Of course I do, princess!"
-
You pulled your shawl around you tighter. Temperatures really did drop significantly at night in deserts. You were now standing outside the madarasa you had seen earlier in the day after convincing Isabella to stay behind and pretend to be you under the covers in bed while you went out.
The building was much more quiet now, although the market was still alive but people were less and everyone was mindful of how much noise they made.
You quietly walked into the madarasa, pretending to be one of the several servants who were entering the place. Inside, the area was designed in the shape of a rectangle without a roof in the center. The moon light illuminated the common ground in the middle while lanterns were lit all around the 4 sides, numerous doors on each side.
Keeping your veiled head down, you walked past many scholars and students. You wanted to enter a room, but with all the doors closed, you feared you'd enter the wrong room with someone who wouldnt be as forgiving to a stranger entering this place.
But luck was on your side tonight, as your eyes finally caught sight of an ajar door, and you slipped in once you noticed no one was currently in the room. The room was far more spacious than you had anticipated and even though the equipment was far too old, you recognised it to be a sort of lab. Nearing the desk in the corner, you noticed some papers spread around with some maths done. Even though the numbers were in Arabic, you recognised it- algebra.
"What are you doing here, woman?" You look upto find a man in his late 30s with a white turban and a black beard looking at you angrily. "Who sent you here? By Allah! Leave right now or I will have you punished for trespassing and attempting to seduce a pious man you devil-"
"I'll leave but I cant go without correcting your error." You said pointing to his papers.
He blinked at you. "What error?"
You laughed tauntingly. "Im surprised you dont see it." The man's brows furrowed as he marched over to you. "There is no error! I am the finest mathematician of this decade, if not century! I study astrology, biology, physics, alchemy, philosophy and you dare tell me that I made an error?! I am Al-Abbas ibn Bashir! Who are you to correct me woman?!"
You stared at him unamused. "The square root of 8 is not equal to the square root of 4 + square root of 4." You said pointing at his paper. He squinted at you, trying to process your words before looking where you were pointing.
"Yes, it is. It is additive-"
"Not everything is additive." You sighed, pulling out a blank sheet of paper and solving the question step by step for him. "See? Square root of 8 is 2.818 while square root of 4 is 2, so since we have two square roots if 4, it'll be 2 plus 2, which adds to 4."
You sat down on his chair while he looked over your explanation, trying to find an error in your work. There were none.
Abbas looked at you, brows still furrowed. "You- fine, you are correct. I made a small error-" "Small?" You teased. "Yes, small!" He snapped back as you chuckled. He continued. "But that doesnt explain what youre doing in my office. Who are you?"
You rested your head on your palm and stared at him. "I have work for you."
"And what might that be?"
"Hmm, depends. Are your studies purely theory based or... experimental as well?"
Abbas gave you a nod. "I like to mainly focus on theories, but I like to test my theories as well, so from time to time, I do have to conduct experiments as well."
"Fantastic!" You straightened up and grabbed a paper as you began drawing a tool. "Here, I have mentioned the dimensions and I need you to engineer this for me." He took the paper from you. "What exactly is it?"
"I cannot tell you." "Why?" "Well, I'm a scientist too, and I dont want you to stealing my work." You replied as you pulled out your coin purse that Baldwin had given you. "I suppose this would be sufficient for you?" You placed 5 gold coins in front of him.
Abbas scoffed. "You think you can buy me? I dont care for money!" He stood up, turning away from you.
You raised your brow. "Name your price."
He shook his head. "I cannot be bought, woman. I am a man of science. I have far more important things to be doing with my time-"
"Like making more mistakes?" He glared at you. "One small error. Thats all it was. Besides, just because I made a small miscalculation doesnt mean youre smarter than me."
You smiled under your veil.
"Wanna test that?"
-
Abbas had decided to work for you after you had outsmarted him in every subject he presented. I mean you only had to touch the basics of what you had learned in 6th grade science class but he was- bamboozled.
After he had recovered from his shock, he had agreed to work for you on the condition that you check his work for mistakes and impart some of you teachings. He swears he wont copy any of your "works". You gave him the gold coins and told him to work under complete discretion and that you'd meet him again in 3 days time, when you're ready to return to Jerusalem.
The plan was to collect your tool from him and then give him a couple more tools to design which you would collect 2 weeks later when you visited Egypt again. Because while you do need to work on your time machine, you also need to find ways for Baldwin to go to war with Salauddin again, because originally Baldwin dies of leprosy, but since you already cured that... you need to find a way for Baldwin to die and so far, a war seems to be the only answer.
But youve seen their relationship... Baldwin and Salauddin wouldn't simply jeopardise everything like that. They have a good bond, a strong friendship even.
However, if highschool has taught you anything, even the closest friendships end because of misunderstandings.
And so, a week later, you were back in Jerusalem with your new tool and a new plan in mind.
You walked up the stairs and towards Baldwin's office. Since you had arrived earlier than he was expecting, you wanted to surprise him. Honestly, you missed him and his adorable expressions-
You stopped at the foot of the door, your heart dropping at the sight.
Baldwin and a woman... kissing.
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ffvii jealousy headcanons đ©êšïžđȘ
â§Ë*Â°àż includes cloud strife, zack fair, sephiroth, reno, genesis rhapsodos, and angeal hewley
â Ëⶠnotes ïœĄË đŒ
just a little something to satisfy you guys while i continue working on my requests!! already did a dmc one so might as well do a ffvii one too lol
â Ëⶠwarnings ïœĄË đŒ
jealousy (obviously), some possessiveness, intended lowercase, like one bullet point about post-nibelheim sephiroth, just a couple of guys who love the reader??, lmk if i missed anything !! đ
. Ëâ⥠â *àłàŒ . Ëâ⥠â *àłàŒ . Ëâ⥠â *àłàŒ . Ëâ⥠â *àłàŒ
. Ëâ⥠â *àłàŒ đLOUD â đ©êšïžđȘ
â„ cloud is the type of person who will swear up and down that he doesnât get jealous, but truth be told, he does. however, he doesnât recognize it as jealousy at first.
â„ although, he definitely tries to shove his feelings down once he realizes that heâs somewhat upset. cloud wonât upright and confess that heâs jealous or go up to you when he sees someone flirting with you.
â„ cloudâs pretty understanding if you needed space or if you were just talking with someone else, heâs not gonna immediately resort to his insecurity.
â„ but once itâs a reoccurring experience, or if they know what theyâre doingâ or worse, if theyâre actively flirting with you or touching you, then heâll definitely start to get a little jealous.
â„ instead of actively confronting you or getting up in the flirtâs face, heâll only watch afar at first. heâll observe the conversation, the light touches, checking to see if you look uncomfortable or not.
â„ when it begins to become too much though, cloudâll come up to you, saying something along the lines of how he needs you or needs your help and that itâs so urgent that you have to come with him asap.
â„ if you even insinuate that he got jealous though, heâll deny it to the moon and back and say that it never happened. he may act like he doesnât care, but donât let it fool you. cloud cares about you way too much to let you be slobbered over at a bar by a disrespectful dude.
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. Ëâ⥠â *àłàŒ đ©ACK â đ©êšïžđȘ
â„ i feel like zackâs semi into pda? as long as heâs not around the firsts or anybody important, especially angeal, then he just canât wait to show you off. he canât help it, poor boy loves you too much đ so because of the somewhat pda, i dont see a lot of people trying to flirt with youâ especially knowing that your boyfriends a SOLDIER.
â„ i dont think heâd even notice at first, too busy talking to you to even notice that theres someone who has your attention also. i cant see anybody really trying to flirt with you though, zackâs like that one small dog who keeps yapping at your feet when you get to close to its owner.
â„ zack is very vocal!! if the person interrupts your conversation, he will blatantly call them out on it. heâd narrow his eyes at them and just say, âhello, i was talking to them??â because who interrupts people like that?? plain rude!!
â„ saw this in another post and i totally agree with it, zackâll joke and joke with underlying messages behind these said âjokesâ and definitely has the mindset of, âwhat can they offer when you have me???â he just doesnât see how they catch your attention or why theyâre talking to you while hes sitting right there??
â„ will bend over backwards just for your attention, he will pout otherwise if he doesnât get your full undivided attention after his attempts.
â„ will probably annoy the person after youâre gone by either passive-aggressively interrogating them or ranting about how in love he is with you. heâs like the cartoons where they hold their chin in their palm with heart eyes as they look up all dreamy with a giant thought bubble thatâs just you. he canât help it, he just loves you too much (ááŁá)Ő!!1!1!
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. Ëâ⥠â *àłàŒ đąEPHIROTH â đ©êšïžđȘ
â„ for pre nibelheim (because i miss soft and not crazy sephiroth), i cant see him getting all that much jealous? i guess heâd get more so protective if he sees someone all up on youâ but otherwise, heâs pretty laid back about it. he puts a lot of his faith in you entrusting that you wonât break it, so i cant see him going crazy over it.
â„ i think sephirothâs mature enough to not cause a scene even if he was jealous, though. he wouldnât be petty or actively try to keep you away from anybody pre nibelheim, although he finds it amusing how they try to flirt with you.
â„ he especially has to have trust in you considering heâs a first class!! unless you are also a SOLDIER or youâre associated with shinra, you guys will spend semi-large gaps of times apart. he doesnât think youâd betray him like that though, heâs mature enough to have a conversation if heâs really worried.
â„ sephiroth has his moments of insecurity, but usually when heâs off dutyâ heâll be with you. iâm just imagining sitting at a bar with sephiroth as heâs literally right beside you while this persons trying to slide up next to you lol. i also donât think sephiroth gets jealous because he knows his worth and know he can be intimidating when he wants to be!! even just his teasing makes people quiver in their fuckin boots lmao. i doubt anybody would wanna mess with a first class SOLDIER whoâs fit and over 5â11â / 180cm.
â„ after they either get intimidated or realize their advances arenât working and that youâre happily in a relationship with sephiroth and leave, heâll chuckle to himself as he thinks aloud about how silly it was to even attempt to get with you, knowing who youâre with. on the off chance that heâs feeling a little possessive or something, heâs not one for pda but he might just give you a kiss after they leave and a quick murmur of amusement due to their foolishness.
â„ now!! post-nibelheim!! youâre not even gonna be out of his sight enough to be hit on considering heâs kinda like.. a war criminal in a sense đ. heâs much more possessive in his little silly criminally existentially crisis insane arc, never letting you leave alone or even go out in public that often. heâs much more obsessed with you after his break, so if he finds someone even making advances on you?? ooh, boy.
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. Ëâ⥠â *àłàŒ đĄENO â đ©êšïžđȘ
â„ reno is one weird little dude, let me tell you that. every time i think of reno, i think of a cat. with a suit. suit cat.
â„ reno does get jealous a lot of the time, even if he is usually all up on you anyways. he still is a turk and also has to spend some time away from you, leading to overlapping thoughts of you while heâs away, maybe not even just possessive but also about if something happened to you. nothing could cure these thoughts better than a little phone sex, though.
â„ iâd like to think renoâs into pda as long as heâs not at work, poor rude having to witness wet kisses on your cheek with a lazy arm slung across your shoulder ever day. so i canât really imagine anybody trying a bunch of stuff with you when usuallyâ renoâs not too far behind.
â„ if reno happens to be not right next to you and heâs just doing his own thing and he happens to GLANCE AT YOU? AND HE SEES SOMEONE HITTING ON YOU?? instant slide next to you.
â„ heâs petty enough to start calling you all these pet names while heâs sitting next to you, wrapping his arm around you while heâs sizing the flirt up. heâll look them up and down with a hard stare and maybe throw some passive aggressive comments every once in a while.
â„ heâll probably make them uncomfortable (unless they wanna square up, because knowing reno, he might just charge if the person reciprocates his belligerent comments) so by the time they already leave, renoâs already whining against you as he asks what that was all about, acting all clueless afterwards. but you can tell just from the tone that laces his voice that he knows what heâs doing lol.
â„ heâs just a petty guy, maybe not so much possessive because i mean you can go out wherever you want wearing whatever you want (maybe after a small quickie at home if itâs something revealing), he can fend for you. he swears heâs your knight in shining armor no matter how much he teases you lmfao
ïœĄïŸâąâàšâĄà§â ïœĄïŸ
. Ëâ⥠â *àłàŒ đNGEAL â đ©êšïžđȘ
â„ now hereâs the real knight in shining armorâą!!!! angeal is your savior if youâre ever in an uncomfortable situation, although he doesnât really get jealous at allâ heâs just very observant of you.
â„ angeal has a whole thing about how in a relationship you must have faith and heâs very comfortable with both you and himself. heâs happy in your relationship and he is secure with himself!! if zack ever sees you two together and heâs like â(ă°ă°) ă??â, bombarding him with questions as usual, then i can just see angeal giving zack a talk on how to treat women and the gentleman way of approachâ although zack is very respectful, itâs just in angeals nature to lecture.
â„ he wonât think anything of it when someone you know sits with you, you guys usually know each others relatives and friends well enough to trust them. but heâs a little iffy when a random stranger starts chatting you up.
â„ angeal obviously trusts you!! again, unless youâre a SOLDIER (which he wouldnât prefer only because he worries about your well being), then you guys will have to spend some time apart. he has a lot of faith in you and will always write you when heâs away, letting you know heâs always thinking of you while youâre apart.
â„ if anything, heâll save you if he notices youâre uncomfortable or something along those lines. heâll swiftly say he needs your for something and apologizes to the person out of courtesy that he interrupted your guysâ conversation, but oh itâs so urgent, we must retreat!! and i must hold you hand in hand while we run off and do totally boring SOLDIER duties!!
â„ omfg then he pulls you aside and asks if youâre okay and ugh i just want him so bad. like sephiroth, heâll also explain how foolish it was to even hit on you when youâre clearly happily in a relationship with him. you twoâll walk along back to hq (?) or whatever while you talk about how odd the encounter was.
â„ so in conclusion !! angeal is a gentleman and doesnât get jealous / protective unless he thinks youâre in trouble or youâre clearly uncomfortable. angeal hewley to the rescue!!!
ïœĄïŸâąâàšâĄà§â ïœĄïŸ
. Ëâ⥠â *àłàŒ đENESIS â đ©êšïžđȘ
â„ this dramatic bitch.
â„ genesis is so petty that heâll probably consider the possibility that youâre flirting back? and then proceed to ignore you or leaving you off with some esoteric poetry while he tends to his duties. he is first class, after all.
â„ if heâs sitting right next to you though, and he hears that youâre not flirting with them. heâs petty enough like reno where heâll suddenly be throwing out all these dramatic pet names and throw longing glances towards you, except he wonât even spare a glance towards the other personâ simply only paying attention to you.
â„ id consider genesis a jealous person, but i do think that most of it strikes a protective instinct within him. he does understand that heâs also a first class SOLDIER meaning heâll have to trust you, but he has way too much time on his hands to think. also like angeal where heâll write you as much as he canâ except heâll send you mindless poems he writes or favored quotes of LOVELESS.
â„ in the case that you leave to go to the bathroom or any sort of occasion, genesis would probably scare the other person or make them feel uncomfortable as well. but when you return and theyâre gone, heâll act so clueless. all, âwhatever do you mean, dearest?â
â„ another instance where i donât think anybody would try anything with you. like angeal and sephiroth, genesis is a first class SOLDIER. everybody knows these dudes are the real shit (well, mainly only sephiroths talked about, but it applies to genesis and angeal too!!) so hes all smug parading you around as he side eyes every person who gawks at you. of course he knows youâre beautiful, but your beauty is too much for these fools to comprehend. so yes, he must glare at every single of them.
â„ and yes, also like his companions, he will jeer and whine about how silly it was to try that with you when you two are alone. i can even see genesis pulling a cloud and just whisking you away claiming you need to do something and then act like nothing happened afterwards. either that, or heâll overdo it and claim to be your angelâ no in between.
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# WAVE OF YOU | CL16
Charles is spending summer in Australia with his friends when he meets a very pretty girl and her dog at the beach.
Pairings: Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader Content Warnings: A little meet-cute, just pure fluff! And Pierre being a menace for like a second.
Gwenâs radio message. . . đŹ : i saw the video and an idea popped into my mind, you canât blame me for being weak. this is just a little silly meet-cute because your girl canât stop thinking about surfer!charles. save me surfer!charles, save me !! iâm thinking about turning this into a series, would you like that?
You never thought youâd be living in Australia in your twenties. You honestly never thought about leaving your hometown to follow your dreams. Yet, here you are, sitting on the sand on a quiet morning, playing with the golden retriever you adopted two weeks ago. She comes running back to you, leaving the tennis ball at your feet and sitting, patiently waiting for you to throw the ball again.Â
âYou never get tired, uh?â She tilts her head, tongue out and breathing heavily. You throw the ball into the water and she immediately runs back for it.Â
You take the opportunity to look around. Itâs still a little early so there arenât many people, a few people walking their dogs or running, a few surfers and a group of girls a few meters away. You notice that they canât stop looking at the group of boys in the water trying to catch waves. Itâs funny, because you used to be exactly like them when you were a teen.Â
Theyâre talking and â despite knowing you shouldnât â you pay close attention to what theyâre saying.Â
âLast week he smiled at me, I swear!â One of them says, twirling her hair while still straight ahead.Â
âTheyâre so hot.â You try not to laugh, hiding a smile by turning your head around.Â
Itâs not the first time youâve seen the group of boys, but it is the first time that you pay attention to what people actually say about them, and that makes you a little bit curious.Â
There are five guys in the water, two of them are sitting on their surfboard talking while the other two chase waves. You notice that the fifth guy is actually getting out of the water, blue surfboard under his right arm as he looks at the dog looking up at him and wagging its tail. Your dog.Â
âDaisy!â You call her but she doesnât move, she just looks at you from her spot next to the man. You get up and start walking towards her when the stranger looks up at you. And you stop breathing for a second, face turning pink as you feel bright, green eyes boring into you.Â
You agree with the teenage girls about them being hot because this man is definitely very attractive. Heâs wearing a black wetsuit, you notice as he runs his hand through his messy, wet, brown hair. Heâs also smiling. At you.Â
He crouches to unhook the surfboardâs leash from his ankle, leaving it aside, and pets Daisy behind her ears. She closes her eyes and moves closer to the stranger. Your heart skips a beat when he looks up at you again, still smiling.Â
âHey, Daisy? You wanna play?â He has an accent that makes you weak in the knees. The stranger takes Daisyâs ball from between her paws and throws it a few meters away, and she immediately runs back for it. âSheâs cute.â Youâre very cute, he thinks.
You smile because you donât know what else to do, still very much feeling frozen in place.Â
âIâm Charles, nice to meet you.â The strangerâCharles reaches out a hand, you look at it for a beat before taking it gently to shake. If you feel sparks flying, nobody needs to know that.Â
You swallow, trying to find your voice before the cute guy thinks youâre weird. âIâm Y/N and,â You feel Daisyâs nose nudging at your leg. âthis is Daisy.â You say, looking down at her.
Charles crouches back down to take the ball again, this time not breaking eye contact, and throws it into the water. You feel yourself blushing â again !! â under his intense gaze. You also feel your insides burning and going crazy with butterflies. You curse under your breath because what is wrong with you?Â
âYou come here often?â He cringes after saying that and youâre pretty sure you see a faint blush adorning his cheeks. âIâve never seen you before.âÂ
âOh, I adopted her two weeks ago, so we're pretty new to the beach.â You explain, looking over his shoulder at your little golden playing in the water. Youâre gonna have one hell of a time trying to get rid of the salt water and sand of her hair.Â
He smiles again and what the hell? He has dimples?Â
âYouâre not from here, right? I can hear a little accentâŠâ He blurts out, massaging his neck in a nervous manner.Â
âI just moved here a few months ago.â You laugh, fidgeting with your fingers. âI can say the same thing about you.â
The guy chuckles, shaking his head. âIâm from Monaco. Iâm visiting a friend for the summer.â
âOh, thatâs cool!â When Daisy comes running back, youâre quick to pick up the ball â to have something to do besides looking at his pretty green eyes â and throw it farther just because itâs good that sheâs running and having fun, definitely not because you want to keep talking with Charles.Â
âWhat brought you to Australia?â Charles asks, like he's genuinely interested.Â
âItâs silly, really.â You break eye contact after what feels like an eternity looking into his eyes. âI just wanted to see more of the world. Iâve been traveling for the past two years but I feel like itâs time to settle down somewhere.â Charles nods along, listening to every word. âI donât know if Australia is the place for me but,â You shrug. Youâve grown and gained experiences, youâve traveled to places you never thought youâd visit; you are happy with your life. You want to experience a different kind of thing now. âso far I like it here.â
âThatâs awesome!â Charles has traveled the world too, but he doesnât see himself leaving Monaco and his family. But he understands the desire to see new places and discover new cultures.
âCharlie!âÂ
You both turn your head around to see the boys he was surfing with coming out of the water.Â
âThose are my friends. Iâm sorry for whatever theyâre going to say.â
You laugh, whispering a âdonât worryâ just before youâre joined by the four guys.Â
âOi, whoâs this?â A dark-haired guy asks, crouching to pet Daisy.Â
âThatâs Daisy,â Charles answers before moving to stand beside you. âand this is Y/N.â
The four boys look between you and Charles in silence, then theyâre all waving at you.
Charles leans a little closer, and you hold your breath. âThatâs Dani,â He points to the same guy who asked about Daisy. Then he points to a curly-haired boy wearing a pair of pink shorts. âthat one is Lando and the one next to him is Max.âÂ
âSo, how do you find my boy Charles here?â A guy with French accent teases you.Â
âAnd thatâs Pierre. Donât listen to him.â Charles sends death glares at his friend, who just holds his palms up in surrender and grins.Â
âWe need to go,â Lando or Max? says, looking at his friend with pity and mouthing a âsorryâ.
âNice to meet you, Y/N!â All of them say, making you laugh. You wave at them.
Then, you and Charles are alone again, Daisy lying on the sand in front of you.
âSo,â Charles starts, fighting really hard not to look at your lips. He does a very poor job because you notice anyway, and of course you canât help but wet your lips. Well, you have to do something, youâre probably not gonna see him again. âI have to go. But it was nice chatting with you.â
You reach out, placing your hand on his bicep and squeezing. And God, okay, heâs actually fit, fit.Â
âIt was nice meeting you, Charlie.â
Charles smirks, winking. Or at least trying to before grabbing his surfboard and walking away, it takes you a great effort to not turn around.Â
âHey, Y/N?âÂ
Youâre just a girl.Â
Charles is walking backwards, a bright smile dancing on his lips.Â
âWill I be seeing you tomorrow?â
You try not to show how much effect his words have on you. âI donât know,â You shrug. Playing hard to get now, really? âCome and youâll see.â
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Finding Batboy
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Batboy
He just wanted to be Danny. Just Danny, nothing else.
But who was Danny anymore?
Danny was a 14-year-old boy who died in a tragic accident. Danny had a decent life with friends and a sister who he loved. Danny wanted to be an astronaut and loved the stars. Danny had an astrology phase that made him so annoying to everyone but Sam. Danny liked dogs and cats hated him for no reason no matter how much he loved them. Danny wanted to join the robotics club with Tucker. Danny still snuck into his sister's room when he was scared to sleep in her bed.
But Danny is dead. Danny has been dead for years now.
He missed being Danny.
Now he was Phantom.
No past.
No home.
No family.
But if that was true, what did that make Dick?
Just another person that he would have to leave behind. It wouldn't be long. History doesn't repeat but it rhymes. It can't last. It won't.
Danny flew to some abandoned factory located somewhere in Gotham. He hadn't really paid much attention. He just needed a desolate place to land. Somewhere even the ghosts have long abandoned.
Truthfully Danny didn't want to be alone. A part of him felt the urge to find that revenant that he had met. Something that felt familiar to him, someone that could understand.
But right now Danny wanted to rest and he wasn't picky about where. He wrapped his wings in a tight cocoon and plopped on the ground. His sleep was deep, more than he ever remembered having before, except once.
Danny walked through the halls of a spiraling tower that overlooked the Ghost Zone. The tower was decorated with stars and moons. Mist hovered just above the floor creating a icy blue carpet. Ghost sheep napped in corners. The scent of poppy and pine filled the air.
As Danny ascended to the top he met with a familiar face. Nocturne the ghost of dreams. The ghost's thick bridged nose reminded Danny of that of a sheep that matched his curled ramhorns. His red eyes with horizontal pupils reminded him of a demonic ram he had seen in a horror movie once. Danny could practically hear that line again: "Would thou like to live deliciously?"
It still gave Danny chills.
"Please refrain from making such comparisons." Nocturne said, his voice deep but soft at the same time.
Danny had gotten to know Nocturne some time ago. Apparently, he and Clockwork were close. They shared a high rank among ghosts as they were abstract manifestations rather then being that were once living like some. The hierarchy of ghosts was complex, and Nocturne was not someone to look down on.
"Nox, why am I here?" Danny said standing before the seven-foot frame of the amorphous ghost.
"You are spending too much time in the material realm. If you don't get time back in the realm to which you belong you'll go mad. It's already starting to happen. I stole your mind away for a bit to give you a mental break but your body is already starting to break down." Nocturne said waving a finger at him.
"My body and brain are fine Nox." Danny said crossing his arms.
Nocturne picked the boy up with one hand and held him at eye level.
"You are having trouble shifting are you not? Its not coming as easily as it should. The more attached you get to a form without the energy from our world to break it up the worse it will be. The Ghost of Time has already told me of the problem. You must stay here for the time being and recover. It is what's best. Mental weakness is the worst one can suffer and the remedy is sleep." Nocturne's breath smelled like warm milk and cinnamon. It calmed Danny's nerves and made his eyes heavy.
Clockwork had put him up to this. That old man...really was....annoying....Zzzz.
Back in the world of the living and awake mass panic has broken out.
Batboy is currently missing and Nightwing is not handling it well. The entirety of the Gotham Vigilantes team has been notified and is searching the cities of Gotham and Bludhaven.
"Have you searched the docks?" Nightwing asked frantically as he searched every rooftop in the city.
"I'm working on it. Do you really think he's here?" Red Robin said scanning every unit on the lot.
Red Hood didn't know what the BatBoy kid looked like other than the whole wings thing. If his little buddy Phantom could help it would help.
Although they had a slight resemblance Jason could see too many differences when looking at the pictures. Phantom had round ears, and silver hair that moved like fire and looked like a human. Batboy had long sharp ears, claws, pointy teeth, blueish-green skin, wings, and a white fluff around his neck. Clearly, they were different.
Batman searched the dark allies of Gotham as Signal and Orphan split up to cover as much ground as possible. Oracle searched every camera from the past few hours for the boy.
The good news was that Batboy was found. The bad news was who found him.
"Poor little Bluebird lost his fledgling and Batsy is looking for the lost pup. I should let them know that the little guy has been found! Ahahahaha!"
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