#maybe their names are too awkward to mush together

[verystrongblimp]

I've been obsessed with @repertoire 's Ashe/Dedue fic "in shelter, at rest" recently. So I decided to draw my version of the Violet Inn. I highly recommend you read it, it's one of the top fics for the game in my opinion, i just love it so much❤️❤️❤️

[gravedigginbbydoll]

Tutoring and Tension

Dom! Leighton Murray x Alt fem! reader smut

A/N: Hi! This is my first time writing for something non ST fandom in a while so please be patient with me!

CW: sex, smut, porn with plot?, Leighton x reader, fem! reader (v) desperate! reader, alt reader, piercings and tattoos mentioned, makeup mentioned, oral sex (v), overstimulation, degradation, humiliation, sub! reader, dom! Leighton, use of toys (vibrator), power play, aftercare, etc.

When you first moved to Vermont, you knew there would be people like Leighton Murray. Rich, spoiled, kind of mean. 

What you didn’t guess, however, was that they would maybe be gay. 

Which was a shock to you while studying at the library, muted whispers at the table across from you. 

“I know! I know! I was shocked too! But then she pulled me into her bed and…” 

Muted squeals came from the table behind you as you rolled your eyes. You came to Essex for the fact that you could be away from your small town judgment at a prestigious school, but were starting to regret every second of it. People weren’t receptive to you, and most of the students were rich assholes who would sooner tell you that your diy patch jacket was clearly ‘Not Saint Laurent’, and call you ‘cute’ when you mentioned thrifting. 

And it didn’t help that most of the student population was scared of your look. Tattoos, piercings, dark clothing, and platform shoes. Sometimes, even colorful hair. You were a walking social pariah. You knew it, but you didn’t care. You were here to make a name for yourself through extracurriculars and studies. To follow your dreams. 

If only math wasn’t kicking your ass. 

You could never focus. Sitting behind Leighton Murray meant you had to watch the back of her perfect blonde head and that you could smell her perfume (something classy and brand name, probably, all you knew is it made her smell like florals and vanilla). You kept getting C’s and D’s on papers and tests, too distracted by Leighton’s perfect handwriting. 

And it wasn’t until you got an F that you finally plucked up the nerve to talk to the professor, begging for help. And of course…they brought Leighton over. 

“Could you help Y/N with this class, please? They’re struggling a lot.” 

Leighton looked at you with a smile, but her eyes said she wanted to strangle you. 

“Sure, Prof. I’ll definitely tutor her.” 

The two of you were sitting in Leighton’s dorm, looking over the books, your heart racing. Sure, you wore dark makeup and clothes and people were scared of you…But Leighton was much scarier. She was pretty and smart and damn blunt. You had gone over some of the problems and were still feeling your brain turn to mush next to her. You were pretending to heavily inspect an equation when she suddenly turned to look at you. 

“A-Are you, like, a goth? Sorry, I just…I don't understand this whole…Hot Topic aesthetic…thing. No offense,” Leighton blurted out, her brows pinched together as she had an awkward smile on her face. 

You laughed a bit, smiling. Her confusion was funny, despite her harshness. “Goth is a music genre…but I do like it. So kinda? I just like dark clothes…They make me feel like me.” 

She nodded a bit before putting up her book, setting it aside as she scooted closer, eyeing you. 

“Don’t tattoos hurt? You have…a lot.” 

You nodded, feeling heat travel up into your cheeks, stomach fluttering. “They hurt a bit. But I like them. They make me feel kinda like an art gallery, ya know?”

You noted her eyes traveling over your collarbones and to your cleavage, before turning to your books again, cheeks slightly pink. 

“So anyways, do you get the gist?” 

You furrowed your brows, smiling awkwardly, shaking your head. “I’m sorry, math just isn’t my thing.” 

She rolled her eyes, expression snarky as she smirked. “Let me guess…your thing is arts or social sciences…maybe even English?” 

You held up your hands, a devilish grin on your face as you attempted to match her energy, your cheeks heating up. “Guilty.” 

She tutted, eyes rolling before looking down at the paper. “Well, we’ve got to figure out some way to incentivize your learning…” 

You stared, slack-jawed, as she crossed her legs in her mini skirt, perfect pink mouth chewing on the end of her pen. She seemed deep in thought. She was like Cher in Clueless, the perfect prim and well-bred American girl…and you had such a huge crush on Cher as a child. 

She seemed to look over at you before smiling a bit, clearly catching you staring at her and your ever-growing embarrassment. She tilted her head at you, a smug expression on her face. “Do you like treats?” 

Your face heated at her sudden attention as you furrowed your brow, laughing awkwardly. “W-what? Like candy?,” You asked, voice cracking because your mind was flooded with other…ideas.

Leighton smirked and fingered the metal loop on your choker with one perfect manicured hand. Her voice was low and sultry, her eyes mischievous. “Something like that.” 

She leaned forward a bit more, whispering in your ear. “I see the way you look at me in class. It’s a bit pathetic really,” She coos condescendingly, her voice sending chills up your arm. “Big scary girl like you…all whipped over a little spoiled rich girl? What would everyone at school say?” 

You squirmed in your chair, your thighs squeezing together to relieve the throbbing need beginning to grow. “I..I just, I don’t-” 

She cut you off by squeezing your face in her hand. You felt your desire grow, your heart racing. 

“Shut up.” 

She let go of your face, standing up and smiling, her expression dangerous and yet so enticing. She crossed her arms, looking down on you.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to work on a problem. You get it right, you get a treat…get it wrong…and I’ll test your limits. Got it?,” she asked, voice radiating authority and lust. You nodded quickly in agreement, the heat in your cheeks growing and traveling to the tips of your ears. 

She grinned, pointing at a problem while still standing. “Get started, baby.” 

About an hour in and your mind had become a puddle. You were face down on Leighton’s bed, your head in her pillow, no doubt smudging eyeliner and mascara on her satin cases. She was standing near you, her wand pressed against your clit as you whined, your nails clawing at the bed. She whispered in your ear, voice low and dripping with lust. 

“Aww, is someone wanting to cum?” 

You whined, your clit throbbing at the constant attention and from the overstimulation of the last 3 orgasms she had given you. You couldn’t see her but knew her expression was probably that of an evil grin, her eyes glinting with pleasure at the mess you had become. 

“Please, please, please, please…I’ll fix the problem…please..,” You sobbed, fists clawing at the bed, earning yourself a spank on the ass, Leighton gripping your hair and pulling your head to look at you, your vision of her blurred through your tears. 

“Don’t fucking mess up my bed.” 

You nodded helplessly, thoughts only swimming with Leighton, Leighton, Leighton. She dropped your head before finally diving into your pussy, her tongue delving into your folds from behind as she ate your out, the vibrator against your clit still. You cried out,  your body about to snap, your thighs shaking and clit pulsing painfully. 

You could barely hear her over your moaning, but managed to hear the muffled ‘cum for me.’ 

So you finally snapped, body shaking as you felt waves of pleasure wash over you, your eyes rolling back and shut, your thighs shaking as you came, feeling Leighton moan against you and seeming to ride you through your high, your body worn out and practically collapsing at the end. 

You laid there for a minute, hearing some shuffling before you felt a warm wet cloth wiping you off, and Leighton’s soft manicured hand rubbing your back. 

“Hey,” She whispered softly, “Turn over.” 

So you did, brain still floating as Leighton softly wiped at your face with some cool makeup wipes, cooing softly in your ear. 

“You did wonderful, baby.” 

You felt her softly remove some of your jewelry and leftover clothing before dressing you in some comfy pajamas, silky soft like her own, before she kissed your forehead. You were slowly coming back to yourself as she snuggled up next to you, eyebrows raised as she looked down at you, smiling softly. 

“So.. I imagine you like my tutoring style?” 

You let out a giggle, feeling your cheeks heat as you sheepishly offered. “Is it that obvious?” 

She grinned flirtatiously at you, hands rubbing at your side as she whispered cheekily, “You’re gonna be acing this class in no time with my help.” 

You grinned. 

You couldn’t wait for more math.

[sarahs-secrets2]

Welcome Home Commander ˋ♡ˊ

phillip graves x gn!reader

angst to happy ending, uses of pet names, swearing

wc: 870

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Another knock on the door.

It was getting really annoying at this point. Ever since Phillip Graves was announced officially KIA, your neighbors had taken it upon themselves to bring over food and check on you. Sure, the gesture was nice but for one night you just wanted to be left alone. It was a lot, the rumors, the news articles, everyone had an opinion about Phillip, and somehow no one thought to ask you about your own husband. Here you were again, making your way back towards the door ready to accept the Tupperware that would end up sitting in your fridge for the next few days until it was time to throw it away.

Using the sleeve of the oversized hoodie, you wiped the sleep from your eyes preparing yourself for another disgustingly awkward “friendly neighbor” interaction. It was Graves’ old sweatshirt, which had become your uniform at this point with how much you wore it. Everyone told you it would be best to phase out his belongings so you didn't have the ��constant” reminder in the house, but something inside you wouldn't allow it. You left everything the way it was the last time he was home. The day he left for deployment.

Opening the door, you braced yourself for the overly cheery neighbor who was about to completely disregard anything you said just so they could check off their good deed of the day. Not even looking up from the floor, words you had uttered too many times to count fell from your mouth, “Just leave it on the porch next time it’s okay,” they never listened. 

“The porch huh?”

Your eyes flashed up quickly at the sound of a deep Southern accent. This was a dream, you were dreaming, maybe it was from the lack of sleep. Not a dream, a hallucination, yeah that’s what this was. 

Phillip Graves. He was home, and not KIA like everyone including the Shadow Company told you. 

“What the fuck,” was all that you could say. Your brain could not compute what was occurring in front of you, how was he here? Hot tears began to stream down your cheeks, your body frozen in place looking at Phillip in front of you. He looked exactly the same as when he left, how was that possible? He was untouched beside the scar that stretched across his cheek that he had always had, the one you kissed a thousand times. You could see the tears welling up in his eyes as he stood there, duffle bag hanging off his shoulder.

“Can I come in? Please,” his demeanor had shifted, dropping the cocky act he had approached with. Still unable to form a complete sentence, you stepped aside letting him through. It was still his house after all. This all felt out of body, Phillip was home. Shutting the door, you stood watching Graves set down his duffle and kick off his shoes. He was quick to notice how you were observing him, like if you looked away he might disappear. “You okay darlin’?” That fucking nickname, you thought you would never hear it again. 

“Stop it, Phillip,” he looked confused, “I thought you were dead,” tears were still flowing down your face, blurring your vision slightly. There was an obvious tone of frustration, sadness, and confusion all mushing together in your voice. Graves’ brow furrowed, he stepped closer trying to comfort you but you stepped back. 

“I'm sorry,”

“How?”

“How? How what?”

“How are you here Phillip, everyone told me you were dead,”

“I wasn't in the tank, I made it home, I needed to get back to you,” his voice was soft just like how you remembered. “No one knew, I was supposed to be in there but…” he trailed off, crossing his arms as he recounted the memory looking deep into your eyes. This time you stepped closer, placing your hand on his bicep, rubbing it slowly. Phillip was hurting just as much as you. 

“I missed you, I missed you really fucking bad,” Phillip nodded, uncrossing his arms. Pulling you into him and letting your head rest on his chest. His arms wrapped around you tightly in a hug. All the emotions that had been bottled up since you first got the news began to flood out. Phillip Graves was safe, and he was home. 

“I missed you too doll,” his hand stroked the back of your head comforting you. 

“You know, I have a million questions,”

“I know baby, I know,” there was a pause between the two of you, a comfortable silence as you stood in the foyer in each other's arms. 

“Don’t leave me ever again,” it came out muffled as your face was buried deep in Phillip’s chest.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he chuckled, tightening the hug briefly before pulling back slightly to kiss your forehead. 

“Good,” you smiled slightly as Graves wiped a tear off your cheek. Leaning up your lips finally met his after being away for far too long, melting into the kiss and allowing yourself to unwind in his arms. Pulling away only to catch your breath, you rested your head back on his chest taking in the feeling of having him back, “Welcome home Commander.”

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graves masterlist!

[ginxyy]

Closet Confessions

The holiday party at the company was supposed to be a straightforward affair some cheesy holiday music, questionable punch, and forced small talk with people I had only ever exchanged post-it notes with. Yet, as I stood there trying to look as festive as possible in my ugly Christmas sweater adorned with blinking lights, it became clear that the night would take a turn I had not anticipated. And let me clarify: when I say "turn," I mean a full rollercoaster loop-de-loop with enough ups and downs to make even the bravest stomach churn.

Let’s rewind just a bit. Minghao and I had been dancing around our chemistry like two awkward penguins on a date. Every subtle glance he threw my way was met with a blush that I swore could outshine Rudolph's nose. We'd spent countless hours together, from late-night work sessions to sharing awkward coffee runs. Our banter had evolved into something flirtatious, the kind that had me imagining romantic dinners and maybe a pet goldfish named Snickers. But that was merely the underlying subplot of our forbidden love story, considering we worked for a company that thrived on repressing such ... unprofessional, romantic antics.

As the night wore on, I felt liberated by the festive spirits and a couple of cups of holiday punch that I definitely did not need but couldn't resist. In moments of merriment, I caught Minghao's eye through the crowded hall. He was, as ever, dressed impeccable his designer jacket hugging his frame like it was tailored by a world-renowned seamstress specifically for the occasion. He raised an eyebrow and gave me a grin I can only describe as "dangerous." That’s when I knew something exciting was about to happen, and not in the holiday-movie way either.

After what felt like hours of enduring office chit-chat, I decided to snag another drink from the refreshment table. But just as I turned around, a hand grabbed my wrist, and the next thing I knew, I was being pulled to the back of the hall. Mingho’s eyes danced with a mischievous light, his grip firm yet gentle, leading me toward a door marked “Storage Closet.” In my inebriated state, I did not fully process the implications of our destination. Perhaps if I had, I’d have taken a moment to stumble through the myriad of potential consequences. Instead, curiosity trumped caution, and my heart raced like it was gearing up for the Olympic sprint.

Once we were inside the closet—which, to be fair, did not inspire confidence; it was cramped and filled with half-eaten holiday baskets and the remnants of last year’s Secret Santa gifts—Minghao immediately closed the door behind us. My brain fuzzed with a cocktail of excitement and confusion. This hadn’t exactly been what I imagined my evening would entail, but who was I to complain?

“Have you ever thought about what it would be like to get caught in a storage closet?” he asked, leaning against the wall like he owned the place—or like he should’ve been getting a bonus for risking his life in it. His breath was warm against my skin as he leaned close, and I could barely hear the muffled sounds of the party outside.

My cheeks flushed an alarming shade of crimson as I tried to work up a witty comeback but settled on the sagely “Uh, no?” instead. It was official; I had turned into a total mush-brain around him.

Before I could gather my thoughts and eek out some semblance of coherent speech, he reached for me, hands resting on my waist, pulling me closer. “Well, I think we’d be pretty scandalous,” he said with a smirk that suggested he’d been brewing this plan for ages. And honestly, when don’t we romantic interests dive headfirst into chaos like a bunch of heroine addicts?

His lips brushed against mine softly, a mere whisper of a kiss that sent shivers down my spine. My brain short-circuited; maybe I was dreaming? In fact, perhaps I’d had one too many cups of that dubious punch totally worth it! Just as I began to respond by deepening the kiss, a distant noise made me jerk back. The muffled sound of laughter of my co-workers, specifically those from the Seventeen team who had a strange allure of being overly enthusiastic and embarrassing reached our ears. And thus began the internal struggle of my life should I laugh nervously or enjoy the audacity of our joined chaos?

“Anyone could stumble in,” I whispered, a mix of exhilaration and terror gushing through me, effectively fuelling my desire for what was clearly a forbidden moment.

He chuckled, brushing his fingers through my hair. “What’s the fun in that? Besides, what’re they gonna do, judge us? No one will ever believe it was me. I’m the quiet one.”

A wave of realization hit me. My cheeks burned with a mix of excitement and laughter as I held the ridiculousness of the situation close to heart. Minghao had just suggested we indulge ourselves in an illicit rendezvous while our co-workers those dedicated listeners of office drama who creeped on every little detail were effortlessly blinded by their own holiday cheer.

“Alright, you infamous closet-lover,” I teased, my heart beating faster with each passing second. “Let’s give them a story they won’t forget.”

With that, we dove headfirst into the unpredictably thrilling, wonderfully awkward world of office romance. Outside, the party continued, innocent and cheerful, blissfully unaware that their ‘quiet�� co-worker was in a closet with me an unscripted scene that made for the juiciest office gossip. As the laughter grew louder outside the door, little did they know that Mingho and I were busy becoming the leads of our chaotic, yet undeniably romantic, holiday tale.

And so there we were lost between the shelves of festive cheer, sneaking kisses, laughter spilling from our lips like punch onto the floor, two unlikely protagonists writing a plot twist even the best holiday rom-coms wouldn’t dare to feature. After all, who needs mistletoe when you have a storage closet?

(This is my first ever time doing something like this haha so sorry its bad just wanted to give it a go)

[sol-consort]

I gotta say I'm really enjoying this roommate series you got going on with the Turian and Quarian. I'm reading them and kicking my legs and giggling on my bed. I love that they're both low-key kinda pervy in different ways.

I sprinkle a little pervieness into every character I write as a little treat. Everyone deserves to be a little pervy inside. It's good for you.

Kaidan's eyes drifting to your ass on those long elevator rides before realising it and immediately averting his gaze with a sense of shame.

Ashley who keeps staring at your lips whenever you've been talking for too long, a passing thought of how your nose would feel pressing between her legs as she sits on your face crosses her mind like a flash before she snaps out of it.

Garrus who may or may not have started visiting the human category on the turian porn sites ever since he joined your crew, that habit spiralling so much he can't remember the last time he finished to a non-human porno.

Tali who spreads her legs just a little wider, so her thigh is pressing against yours in the shuttle to and from missions.

Vetra who intentionally doesn't stock a certain favourite food of yours on the ship, forcing you to come to her, standing on your toes to meet her eyes despite the great height difference, whining and pleading for her to please get you this one thing you want, pretty please. The sound of her name coming out of your pouty lips in such a whiny, needy, and desperate tone does unspeakable things to her.

Wrex who pulls you by the waist around like a ragdoll during the battlefield, who gets to cup a feel—be it your chest, thighs, ass or whatever, the human body is too squishy and soft, the entirely of it seems like a sensitive mush meant to be squeaked and fucked—whenever the two of you are tightly pressed together behind a cover, who doesn't rush you at all as you reload your gun while practically sitting on his lap in the middle of the dusty barren planet with enemies surrounding you.

Mordin, who's a little too enthusiastic to hear about your latest sexual endeavours with the crew. Oh, you've been sleeping with Thane? Mordin will look you in the eyes as informs you that you should try swallowing his cum because it has nice effects on your cute human brain, but be careful of drell skin, it might cause irritation. That's why he thought ahead and brought this anti-inflammatory lotion right here. Strip, lay on the table, and let him massage it into your skin while you recount exactly how Thane's cock felt inside you for the first time. Or do you plan on sleeping with a turian next? Garrus, maybe? He has a few position recommendations.

As for the roommate Turian, I tried to make him slightly pervy in a more self-aware way. He's just bad at hiding it, so it comes off as endearingly awkward. He tries to be sneaky as he touches your waist or gawks at your thighs and chest while you walk around half naked, but he fails each time.

But the roommate quarian is more accepting. He has little regard for your personal space and time. His tendency to fuss about your health does lead to some tantalising situation as his first thought for seeing you slightly flushed covered in a blanket is that you're sick...when you might have been just enjoying some me time while scrolling through porn.

[thelastofharrington]

you're the one that i want (pt 3)

an: hi!! thank you guys for the conistent love on the first two parts! i just write for fun but it's great that people are liking this, even if it's just a few of you out there :) i'm back with a same-day update with just a little something! i promise we're getting somewhere good lol

warnings/tags: slow burn, friends to strangers to lovers, steve is a flirt and everyone is in love with him, king!steve

wc: 976

pt 1 pt 2

“We’ll talk later”? That’s it? You couldn’t believe your ears, even three hours later at lunch. You push your food-colored mush around the tray, not feeling very up to eating after the stressful morning you’ve had. You agreed with him that you had a lot to catch up on, but for whatever reason you didn’t trust his intentions. You were finding it hard to believe that he wanted to pick up where you left off like you did. 

“Y/N please, you’re being all mopey over Steve Harrington it’s embarrassing,” Nancy remarks as she takes a bite out of whatever it is the school was calling lunch today. “There are so many cuter, smarter, nicer guys out there to mope over. You’re way better off without him.”

You sigh and look up to her, “It’s not that I want to be with him in any way! It’s just…” You trail off before continuing, “When I thought he didn’t recognize me, it’s like my entire childhood died right then and there. And then when he did recognize me but barely cared, it’s like I died right along with it. It’s just so humiliating. I’ve been thinking about him for nine years, wondering what he was like and what he was doing, just for him to barely care that I’m there at all.”

Nancy sighs before setting her fork down and looking you straight in the eye, “Look, I don’t know what kind of magical connection you guys had as nine year olds but, face it, people change. Sometimes they change for the better, other times they change for the worst. It’s just unlucky that he changed in the way that he changed and you changed in the way that you changed. Not everyone can be compatible forever.”

You take in what she’s saying and nod. Maybe she’s right, maybe you can get through this with your ego relatively unscathed. Sometimes people just change, it’s a fact of life and perhaps you were being delusional thinking that he would be waiting for you like some lost puppy after all this time. You have a midterm project to do and that’s what matters, everything else is manageable or straight-up ignorable. He wasn’t your Stevie anymore and that was that. 

“Thanks, Nance. You’re probably right. I’ll forget about him as much as I can while we do this stupid project together.

Nancy starts back on her food, “What’s your project on anyway? Mine last year was on the digestive system.”

You were so caught up in the Steve of it all that you hadn’t even looked at the paper Mr. Kaminsky had handed out detailing your assignment details. Digging through your backpack through the million syllabi and textbooks, you finally found it. You take one look at it before groaning and slamming it on the table for Nancy to read herself.

She busts out laughing, “You can’t be serious?”

“The reproductive system! Of all things!” You hide your head in your hands and groan once more. 

Nancy tries to stop herself from laughing but fails, “No, no it will be fine. I mean, to be honest, Steve will probably pay you big bucks to do it alone and slap his name on it anyway. But, God, that is funny.”

“This is going to add a whole other layer of awkwardness to it all.”

“You’ll be fine, just don’t let him try and trick you into hands on learning.” She takes a bite of her apple while you make a scrunched up, disgusted face at her. “What! We all know he gets around, and you two have a history! He’s bound to try something.”

You roll your eyes, “Trust me, he does not see me that way. He barely sees me, period.”

You wait for Nancy to respond but she does is widen her eyes and grow pale. “What, have you seen a ghost or something, Nance?”

Suddenly, an all too familiar voice pipes up from behind you, “Or something.”

You whip around to see none other than Steve The King Harrington resting his hand on the table beside you, other hand on his hip, feet crossed. Nonchalance in a stance.

He spares you the awkwardness of trying to cover your tracks by moving on and saying, “So I was thinking about our project and how it might be nice to plan out who was going to do what.”

You stutter out, “That, uh, that sounds–”

“Great? Awesome, glad to hear it. My house? 7 o’clock? You remember the address, don’t you, sweetheart?” He winks at you and turns to Nancy dropping his tone a little and drawling, “Hey Wheeler, nice sweater you got there today.”

She feebly waves back while brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. You almost swear she bats her eyes at him, and if you weren’t so shocked by his presence, you would have rolled your eyes at her. She really lost some credibility as the “forget him!” friend with that shocking display of subordinance. 

Before you can say anything else, he’s gone as soon as he had arrived. Immediately once he’s out of your line of sight you turn back to Nancy, “What the hell was that!”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me! He has secret powers or something. I felt totally under a spell.”

“You’re pathetic.” You tease as she covers her face to hide the blushing. “Looks like no one is truly immune to ‘The King’.”

“You’re going to have to be if you’re going over there tonight at 7. That’s a date time.”

You scoff, “It’s a Monday.”

“The King takes no days off.”

Your incredulous laughter is cut short by the bell ringing, signaling that you had the rest of your day to get to. It was going to be a long six hours until 7 pm.

[greengoblinswifey]

I just finished your Tension fanfic, and I just wanted to say I LOVED IT 🥰 I’d been searching for a steve x eddie x black reader pairing for so long and i’m so glad i found your fic.

I was wondering if you could expand on the fic and maybe give us a poly relationship between eddie, steve, and reader 👀

thank you so much love, so glad you liked it and i'm at your service <3 hope you like this, I'll also be writing another soon! part 1

There wasn't much information about polyamory. Hawkins was traditional and something outside of two people in a relationship was seen as unusual.

But, neither of you cared.

It had been three months since you added Eddie into your relationship and everything was going smoothly.

Each of you got adequate amount of attention, no one felt left out.

And the sex? Fucking amazing.

They loved fucking you like a rag doll, until you cried after having multiple orgasms and being overstimulated.

The boys love fucking each other and when they did, you love watching. Something about seeing them moan each other's names just did it for you.

You always took care of each other and bought each other little gifts. It's very sweet, really.

You and Steve would buy Eddie rings and new d&d dice, you and Eddie bought Steve a collection of bats and hair products and the boys bought you new shoes and necklaces with their initials.

The boys love to mark you and each other.

After a wild night, your body is covered with dark bruises and theirs with deep red marks.

Telling your family about the relationship was awkward but, they accepted it with Lucas being the most enthusiastic saying he'd have two great brother in laws.

Dustin was even more enthusiastic. He looked up to both of the older boys and you too. Seeing you all together warmed his heart.

The boys loved to take you out on romantic picnic in the woods or out in flower fields.

They'd surprise you with baskets of fruit, cakes and ice cream and feed it to you.

They're completed goofs separately but together? You've got too adorable idiots on your hands.

They love spooning.

If you're in bed together expect a three way spoon, with probably you or Steve mushed in the middle.

Neither you nor Steve know how to play D&D so your boyfriend generously teaches you both and always invites you to the club.

Did I mention the sex is heaven? Yeah that needs to he exaggerated.

All in all, the treat you like a Queen. You're their delicate little doll and they're here to take care of you <3

[iamwhoami]

Amazing (One Chicago)

One Chicago

Connor Rhodes knows just what to say to Y/N after Sean Roman breaks up with her.

Warnings: Heartbreak?

Requested = Yes

Y/L/N = Your Last Name

"Are we still up for tonight?" You tilted your head to keep the phone wedged in between your ear and shoulder.

"I don't know..." Sean's voice cracked through the phone and you realized that he was actually outside, "Not sure when I'll get off tonight."

You pursed your lips but understood where Sean was coming from. You both worked long shifts at strange hours so finding time where neither were working was a challenging task.

"Okay, well just keep me posted," You said and you heard Sean chuckle.

"Will do."

Sean hung up and you sighed, unable to ignore the strange twisty feeling in your gut. Something felt wrong, but you couldn't understand why.

You didn't have time to dwell on it long though as Maggie called you and Dr. Rhodes over for an incoming trauma.

~~~

It had been a terrible day. You had lost not only one, but two of your patients today. Logically, you knew that it wasn't your fault, that their injuries were just too severe.

That didn't make it hurt any less though.

All you wanted to do was go home and snuggle Sean on the couch while a cheesy romantic movie played on the TV.

Despite this though, you found yourself standing outside the hospital, not making any move to get into your car and drive yourself home.

The cool air felt good against your skin and you let out a huff of air, watching the misty fog escape your mouth.

"Rough day huh..."

You turned your head to see Connor approach to stand next to you.

"Yeah..." You took a deep breath, "You could say that."

Connor shoved his hand into his pockets, watching the cars pull out of the parking lot and drive away with you.

"You're just going to stand here?" Connor asked, "After the day we've had?"

You chuckled softly, "I guess I am..."

"Is everything going okay with you and that cop?" Connor's voice was slightly strained.

You nodded, "Yeah...yeah it's nothing like that...I'm just reflecting today I guess."

"As we all should," Connor agreed, "Well, you have yourself a good night Y/L/N."

You smiled, "You too."

And with that, Connor turned around and left.

~~~

You left shortly after Connor did, the cold air getting to you. When you got back to your apartment, you sat in your car for another five minutes, your brain a mush of thoughts.

Completely exhausted, you trudged to the elevator, subconsciously pressing the button to your floor.

Fumbling with your keys, you searched for the right one before jabbing it into the apartment door.

"I'm home!" You tiredly called out as you entered, tossing your bag aside, "Man, has it been a rough day."

You weren't sure what you were expecting to see but it wasn't Sean standing there, a very serious expression on his face.

"Are you breaking up with me?" You joked, sliding off your shoes and hanging up your coat.

You meant it as a joke. A joke. It had been a long day and you were trying to lighten your mood.

The colour drained from your face though when you saw the look on Sean's face, "No...you're kidding."

"Y/N," Sean started and you immediately knew what was going to happen by his tone.

"What?" Your voice was barely audible but it could be heard, "Why?"

Sean shook his head, "It's not you Y/N...I just-"

"Save it," You put up your hand, "I've had quite the day Sean...I don't want to hear the reasons right now."

You weren't sure what you wanted Sean to say. Maybe you wanted him to fight you. To still show that he still had some love for you.

He didn't though.

With an awkward nod, Sean walked towards the door and just like that, he was gone.

You didn't realize it was possible, but you were even more drained and exhausted than before and as you collapsed on the couch, you realized just how shitty today was.

Maybe you should have been feeling heartbroken, maybe you should have been feeling hurt. You weren't though.

You were just tired.

~~~

The heartbreak set in the next morning, after you had a well-rested night.

You had woken up and rolled over, still expecting to feel the warmth coming from Sean's body.

What you felt instead was empty sheets.

Your heart ached and you seriously contemplated calling in sick. You couldn't understand why Sean would break up with you and though you did regret not letting him explain the night before, you sure weren't going to call him to ask.

If he wanted to end things then fine.

So be it.

Perhaps that was for the better that you still had to work today. At least you could keep yourself busy.

"Dr. Y/L/N!" Connor greeted you with a smile as you entered the ED, "I hope you good sleep because I could use another pair of eyes on one of my patients."

"Of course," You quickly agreed, this was just what you needed, "I would love to help."

Perfect.

~~~

"That was some great work in the OR today," Connor caught up with you on your way back to the ED, "Look, I totally get it if you don't want to, especially you know with Sean and stuff but I'd love to buy you a drink after shift. Just a celebratory one of course."

You chuckled softly, "Don't even worry about the celebratory emphasis. We broke up."

"Oh..." Connor stopped short, suddenly unsure of what to say. Did you need consolation? Maybe you were the one to break it off, "I"m sorry...I didn't know."

You waved it off, trying to seem indifferent, "Don't worry about it. The train of life moves on whether I'm on it or not, right?"

"Right..." Connor shifted awkwardly, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"But I will gladly take up on your offer for a drink if it still stands," You tried to ease the tension.

Connor smiled, "Of course it still stands."

"I will meet you at Molly's after shift then," You cracked a grin and Connor's smile broadened.

"Sounds good."

~~~

You tugged your jacket closer around your body as you walked from your car to Molly's.

You weren't sure why, but for some reason, your heart thumped nervously against your chest. This wasn't some date or anything.

Just a celebratory drink to celebrate a successful surgery.

When you walked into Molly's, the first thing you saw was Herrmann and Kidd from 51 talking to Will and Natalie at the bar.

Then you saw Sean...and then Kim.

You were a little hurt and maybe a little envious seeing Kim cozying up to Sean like that. His arm was wrapped around her frame protectively and your heart skipped a beat when you remembered how he used to do that with you.

"Y/N!"

You turned your head to where your name came from and a smile graced your face when you saw Connor waving you over

"I'm glad you showed up," Connor said as you walked over and checked his watch, "I was beginning to worry that you had changed your mind and I would have to drink alone."

"Don't worry," You laughed, "I wouldn't leave you hanging like that."

Connor dipped his head and raised his glass slightly, "Good to know."

You slid onto the stool and within moments, Herrmann was asking you what you wanted to drink.

You ordered and when Connor told Herrmann to add it to his, you had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from protesting after Connor shot you a no-nonsense glare.

Once you had your drink, Connor began talking but truthfully, you weren't listening much, just nodding along. Your eyes kept trailing away from Connor, sneaking glances at Sean and Kim together as they laughed at something Natalie had said.

"You know, I wouldn't take it personally if you wanted to call it a night," Connor's voice suddenly broke through your trance, "It has been a long day."

You blushed sheepishly, "I'm sorry-"

"No need," Connor cut you off, "I'm sure we have all felt heartbreak before."

"I know..." You nodded, "It's just...it was so abrupt...I don't know what happened? How did I not notice that things weren't right? That it had gotten to the point where Sean wanted to end it?"

Connor shrugged, "Does it matter now?"

His words caught you off guard. You weren't sure what to say. Honestly, you weren't even completely sure what he meant.

"I mean, why stress on it now," Connor clarified, picking his words carefully, "You're smart, kind, caring...not to mention a talented surgeon...he's an idiot to pass up on someone like you."

You smiled softly, "Thank you..."

"It's the truth," Connor took another gulp of his drink, "It's his loss if you ask me."

From the corner of your eye, you saw Sean glance over at you and you could tell that he was watching you. You ignored him though, knowing he didn't deserve the worth of your time.

"I am really glad I took you up on this," You raised your drink a little, "Now...can we just talk about how amazing we were today in the OR?"

[mercy-burning]

Connection - BLURB

Couldn’t get this concept out of my head, so you really have @spenciebabie and the anon from that post to thank for this 🤩

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Category: SMUT (18+) Warnings: mutual masturbation, cum eating Word Count: 1.3k

MASTERLIST

You knew he wasn't sleeping. You weren't either, for that matter, and you were pretty sure you were both awake for the same reasons.

Within the past few years it had become blatantly obvious that you and Spencer were in love with each other. And until about a month ago, you were the only ones who hadn't picked up on it. Coincidentally, you both had the realization at about the same time, which was why the past month had been awkward as hell.

It's not that you avoided each other, but you certainly avoided compromising positions. When being paired together for a case, you were careful to stay somewhat apart, because every time his hand brushed yours, your insides turned to utter mush. You also tried to stray away from looking at his hands, because... well, they were distracting, and that was putting it lightly.

Likewise, Spencer seemed to distance himself from you in almost every way whenever he could. Especially eye contact. When you'd briefly meet his eyes, his cheeks burned hot, and he averted his gaze instantly. Over time he'd learned to limit his free time looking at you in wonder, and saved it for the little moments he was sure you weren't going to catch him— Like when you were highly caught up in a conversation with JJ about the last episode of that medical drama you watched together every Friday night, your face lighting up and your pretty fingers pointing in every direction to make your points. Or when you had your earbuds in, softly singing along to whatever tune was putting you in a better mood.

Needless to say, you should have figured your team would find any excuse to get you to admit your feelings to each other, which was why you were both awake on opposite sides of a motel bed in Toledo.

Had you been a little smarter, you probably would have packed night clothes that left more to the imagination, but since it was always just you and JJ sharing a room, you were now wearing a thinner than thin tank top, and shorts that barely reached the bottom of your ass. You knew it was probably killing him to be this close to you at all, so you even put on one of your work blazer over your arms, telling him it was too cold and that it would warm you up. He'd opened his mouth and started to speak, but then his eyes widened for a second, like he realized something, and he shook his head with a soft mumble of, "Never mind..."

You didn't know this, but he was about to offer you one of his sweaters. And upon realizing that seeing you wear his clothes would end up giving him a near heart attack more than seeing you in your own, he decided it would have been a safer bet to let you keep your blazer on.

Unfortunately—or conveniently, depending on you you wanted to see it—the thermostat in the room was broken, and it was hot. Especially under the covers, and with the blazer on. You'd ended up taking it off anyway, after about a half hour of tossing and turning.

You and Spencer were both laying on your backs, staring at the ceiling, though you could just barely make out his hands from the corner of your eye as they fiddled nervously.

And because you stupidly couldn't help yourself, you turned your head to look at him. Seeing only the outline of his body from the moonlight filtering through the blinds, he never looked more mysterious... Like some entity that was just out of reach but that you wanted so desperately. He enticed you in a way you couldn't explain, more so now that you could clearly see his hands were attempting not only to keep themselves busy, but to cover something up.

But... You had to have been imagining that, right?

Apparently not, because then his hands moved up to his chest, ever so slowly, revealing a small tent in the sheets.

You couldn't help the gasp that fell from your lips, less out of shock and more out of absolute desire.

Spencer turned his head then, and his hands froze. You thought maybe he would have apologized profusely, trying to explain away what happened, but instead he surprised you by being silent. Soft lines of light illuminated the side of his face, and you could barely see his right eye as it stared into yours. You bit your lip and his gaze flicked down to see it, and his hands twitched.

You couldn't explain why, but your hand wandered under the sheets, your lower half aching in a way you hadn't felt in so long. And even though you were staring directly at Spencer, that didn't stop you. It probably should have, but if anything it made you burn hotter.

Turns out, he was in the same mindset— his hand shifted under the sheets almost immediately after yours did. The thought of what you were about to do sent a twitch throughout your whole body, made even more intense as your hand lightly brushed over your stomach and down past the waistband of your shorts. Your eyes were locked on Spencer's face, though in your peripheral, you noticed his hand slithering down his body through the sheets, until it reached the tent that formed there.

The moment your finger brushed over your clit, you whimpered, searing pleasure coursing through your body. You ran your finger gently through your folds to gather proper lubrication before bringing it back up to your clit, watching intently as Spencer's hand moved slowly up and down under the sheets.

Your eyes never left each other, the two of you keeping each other company in the most delectable way possible. Gradually your paces started to pick up, and you were both swept up in a cacophony of sinful wetness and whines and heavy breathing that only added to your pleasure.

You came first, staring deep into his eyes as your fingers nursed your clit through orgasm. Your hips rolled up into your hand as you panted and whined, and even as you came down, you noticed Spencer's hand was still moving quickly. His lip was tucked tightly between his teeth, and his eyes were hungry, like he was just on the precipice.

An idea came quickly, leading you to remove your hand from your shorts and bring it up to your mouth. You winked at Spencer, just before sticking your tongue out and slipping your finger inside. You sucked it clean, moaning out around it and reveling in the taste of yourself as he choked out a groan and finally found release. He stuttered a bit, like he was refraining from saying something in the heat of the moment, and by the first syllable, you knew immediately that it was your name.

You watched as he came down, how his eyes softened and his lip released itself from the grip of his teeth. But what took you by surprise was how he mirrored you, bringing his hand back up and staring you dead in the eye as he licked it clean. That heat pooling between your legs returned, and you clenched your thighs together in an attempt to suppress it, watching his tongue dart out to collect the cum coating his skin.

When he was finished, his hand dropped down to his chest, and you remained staring at each other, small smiles forming between you that said more than enough. The magic that you two had created just then sent over this new wave of confession—of connection—that was definitely going to make it harder to stay away.

Not that either of you minded.

***

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I've just discovered your blog and it's such a gem...! If it's ok, can I request a nsfw alphabet for Bardock, please?

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Bardock is very touchy and needy after sex. He wants to lay there with you while caressing your body and praising you for taking his cock so well. He loves to cuddle with you and just breathe in your scent. He also loves taking a shower with you and washing you. Anything to touch you and relish in the feeling of having you near him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

This is a hard one. He’d have to say his brain. While he’s very muscular and strong, Bardock loves the fact that he’s got smarts to go along with it. He’s not just some brainless soldier. He’s able to make up his own plans and they are well executed.

On his partner, he hates to admit it but he loves your pussy. He loves the way it feels, so tight and warm around him. How wet he can get you. How you smell and taste amazing. It’s intoxicating to him and he can’t get enough.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

All Saiyans have a breeding kink, but Bardock definitely has a daddy kink along with his. He wants to treat you like his princess, but he’s also going to cum deep inside of you over and over again. Bardock has lots of cum in his heavy balls, so he needs you to help him relieve that.

For you, he will edge you for hours. He loves watching you plead and whine about it. He gives in after a while and Bardock will have you absolutely gushing all over him. It’s his favorite way to make you cum after all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Bardock only has one dirty secret and it’s that he used to watch you shower in the locker rooms before you were together. He’d look at your gorgeous body and just think to himself how badly he wanted to touch you and fuck you. As soon as you found out what he was doing, he was very apologetic.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s had a few hookups, so he does know what he’s doing. He loves to try new things with you and watch you as you react to his new techniques. Bardock learns fast and he uses his mastery of his movements to your advantage. You are never left unsatisfied with him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He’s actually quite romantic, so his favorite position is actually any form of missionary. He loves the intimacy it gives him as he plunges into you over and over again. The look in your eyes as he fucks you so sensually. Bardock loves everything about that. He loves the ability to kiss you whenever he wants.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can crack a sexy joke from time to time, but he’s mostly serious when you have sex. He loves to be very loving and sweet with you, so it’s no surprise that he won’t be super goofy in the bedroom. If something awkward happens though, he will laugh and break the ice so you won’t feel bad about it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Well, he’s got a little bit of fine hair on his lower abdomen leading down to his genitals. It’s dark and coarse and he likes to keep it cleaned up and shaved if he can. Sometimes when he’s off on distant planets for weeks at a time, it can get a little crazy down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Bardock is romantic and loving. He can get rough sometimes, but he’s always going to make sure you have a good time during sex. It’s about your pleasure and both of you having a good time together. He doesn’t want you to feel like you are being used or anything like that.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he’s away for a long period of time, he pulls out a pair of panties he stole from you and he jacks off to thoughts of you. He needs you a lot and whenever he can’t be near you for a while, he has these urges to masturbate to the thought of you sucking his cock or being fucked stupid.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Let’s just say, Bardock is a man of many tastes. He’s got a huge breeding kink along with a daddy kink. He loves lingerie as well and it makes him feel like he’s opening a present. Bardock also loves spanking you and definitely edging. Anything to hear you whine and moan. He loves biting as well, and leaving marks all over your body so everyone knows you are his.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere! The man has a high sex drive and he does not care if he’s going to fuck you in public. If anyone says anything, he’ll literally just beat them up. Most of the time he loves fucking in the bedroom or the shower, because he can take his time with you there.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It doesn’t take much to turn him on. If you rub up against him closely, he’s going to grab your hips and grind against you, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. If you wear something a little too revealing, he is completely turned on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that will hurt you seriously. He loves spanking you and biting you, but anything that makes you cry or feel hurt or uncomfortable, Bardock will not do it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves blowjobs. They are his favorite way for you to show your gratitude towards him. You love to pleasure him with your mouth and let him use you in any way he wants whenever he’s feeling stressed.

Oral is one of his favorite ways of edging you. He can get you to squirt a lot by doing this. His tongue knows exactly what to do whenever he laps up your arousal. Bardock moans at your taste and he just really gets into it. With his face buried in your cunt and you grinding against his face, Bardock is in heaven.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

This depends on how Bardock is feeling that day. If he is frustrated, he just wants to fuck that away. He wants to pound you and make you squirt over and over again. He doesn’t care about being soft or slow. He needs to fuck and he’ll use your tight hole. If he’s feeling happy and loving, you better be prepared for long hours of making sensual love. He’s gonna have hours of just foreplay planned for you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sometimes, it’s all you have time for. The two of you are often away on missions to invade other planets, so whenever you’ve got a good ten minutes between the two of you, Bardock will literally fuck you anywhere you are. He’ll pin you against the wall and pump you full of cum before the ten minutes is even over. You leave on weak legs and with his cum dripping out of you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Bardock is the kind of guy who wants to try anything once with you. If you are into it, you better be prepared to try it out with him. He loves to see how you react whenever he tries something new with you in bed. Maybe it’s a new technique, a new toy or a silk scarf to cover your eyes. Whatever it is, it’s going to be lots of fun.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s like most Saiyans, he can last forever. He’s got virtually no refractory period and he can literally just fuck you for hours. Neither of you give up that easily or that quickly.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Bardock loves trying out new things, so often times he will go to the sex store with you and buy you a new toy to try. He’s not the biggest fan of toys being used on him, but if you really show him something he’s going to love, he’s not going to say no.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Seeing as edging is one of his favorite kinks, you can understand that Bardock is very unfair. He loves to tease you until you are crying for his cock. He wants to hear you beg and plead to let you cum. Everything about this is such a fucking turn on for him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s quite vocal and will definitely let you know when he’s enjoying himself. He loves to dirty talk too and call you pet names as he fucks you. When he’s about to cum, his breathing gets very shallow and he’s muttering and grunting that he’s going to cum.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Bardock has a thing for high heels. Seeing you all dressed up and wearing heels is such a turn on because he hardly gets to see you all dolled up like this. Most of the time you are wearing combat gear, so whenever you get dressed up and step on his fucking chest, he is completely mush.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Bardock is very well built, and his cock is gorgeous. A good 8 inches with lots of girth, and a nice curve that rubs up against your sweet spot every time he fucks you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high. He needs to fuck as much as possible. It drives him crazy whenever he can’t get his hands on you. He needs to fuck you. He doesn’t want to live a day without it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It doesn’t take him too long to fall asleep. Once he knows you are completely comfortable and happy, he will doze off in a matter of minutes.

[tooweirdforyou]

Riceballs » Trafalgar Law

A/N: inspired by this anon! I SO HAD TO WRITE THIS OMG! ( once I find it I’ll link it :’) )

note : this is to make up for the lack of writing I’m doing. I’m working on that Shanks nsfw that Rose anon asked for, a haikyuu event piece, a Tokyo Revengers Mikey oneshot, and chapter 2 of Target atm.. plus some personal things going on ! Forgive me!! :)

It’s real short so I apologize! ^^;;

Summary : offering to make Law a snack turns out to be a little more difficult than you imagined. Fortunately, Law is there to save the day.

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“Lawwww?”

Peering into the room, your head sticking into his office, you gave a cute smile to the doctor, who eventually looked up at the door.

“What is it?”

You lean into the room more, gripping onto the door so you don’t fall before smiling at him. “You hungry?~”

Book still in hand, the doctor’s dead tired eyes looks up you and your excitement for a minute before shaking his head.

“Not really. I’m studying something so I don’t—“

“Studying again, huh?” You drawl out the last word before entering the room. “What is it this time?”

Law sits up and sets the opened book onto the desk flat and explains. “I’m studying the human bones, inspecting specifically, the phalanges and their-“ you let out an awkward hum.

“Er.. I don’t really understand since I’m not really knowledgeable in the science and biology department but you’re working hard!”

You smile brightly, and despite cutting him off, Law secretly adored your bright look.

( even if you reminded him of a particular straw hat ).

“So, as a reward, I’ll make you some rice balls, okay? Keep working, I’ll be back!”

Before he could protest, you run out excitedly and shut the door, dashing to the kitchen to get started on the doctor’s lunch.

Law blinks silently at the doorway before exhaling gently. “..okay.”

You were a handful, but he appreciated your efforts.

“Time to get to work!”

You clench fists into determination, clothed in an apron and a hair pulled back from your face. A smile plasters your face as you stare blankly at the kitchen table.

. . .

“What am I supposed to do?”

You sweat drop, still wearing a smile before humming. “Rice balls.. well, rice!”

Washing your hands, you go over to the rice cooker pot and open the lid up, scooping a spoonful of rice out and dumping it onto your hands.

“A-Ah, hot-! Hot! Hot!”

You hiss and toss the rice back and forth between your two hands, the rice sticking to some parts of your hand as it burns you.

Gloves. After plopping the rice onto an empty plate, you wash your hands again to cool it and slipped on some gloves to prevent sticking and hopefully, burning.

“Okay, rice is cooling and I can touch it now.. what next?”

You think back to Sanji’s rice balls he made when you visited once and snap your fingers. “Seaweed!”

Humming a tune, you go over to the cabinets and began looking for the sheets of seaweed to put on the rice.

Upon looking for it, you find some other stuff that seems to be good add-ons for the rice balls.

“Maybe eggs.. and soy sauce.. there’s some meat and fish left over so I can add those... sriracha, hoisin sauce.. these can add flavor! Pepper for some nice spice.. salt..?.. hm..”

As you mindlessly grabbed ingredients, your determination to create some delicious rice balls for Law’s hard work makes you blind to what you’re really doing to the rice but.. it was too late.

You were currently having the time of your life making these rice balls.

“Law’s going to love it!~ <3”

“...”

Law looks up from his book to see the time, seeing about an hour having passed since you came in.

“Did something happen?”

The doctor exhales gently and closes his book with small gesture before getting up from his desk, pushing his chair in.

Walking to the door, Law leaves his room and begins heading to the kitchen, preparing for what was there.

And when he finally made it, he’s speechless.

“. . .”

Upon the door opening, you glance at the entrance and widen your eyes with delight.

“Oh, Law. I was going to take these to you, but since you’re here, come eat!”

Despite the kitchen in quite the disarray, on the table were various small plates with a variety of rice balls with different sizes and appearances.

“Each one is different, so give it a try!”

Some looked edible and decent, while others were dark, red, mushed or just completely flat with indescribable and indiscernible items inside.

“Did you.. spend the whole hour making these?..”

Law mumbles, mixed feelings churning up inside him, or perhaps it was just his own insides at the sight of a few of them.

“Just for you!~ Don’t they look amazing?”

Law doesn’t say anything and the bright smile still being worn by you, fades just a little.

Your hands that were being your back, is pulled to your front and you let your smile completely fade and falter away, catching Law’s attention as you look at your red, burned and cut hands in front of you.

“Amazingly horrible, right?...”

The sight of your hands makes Law widens his eyes but you continue to speak before he can.

“I know it’s not good.. I.. don’t know how to make rice balls..” You admit, clenching your hands softly that it still stung.

Tears well up in your eyes in the embarrassment and failure sinking in. “But.. I still wanted to make something good for you to eat.. because you work so hard, and-!”

You sniff and wipe your tears with your forearm, before it could fall. “I’m silly, aren’t I? I just want to help you because you’re my captain and..”

“It’s not bad.”

You widen your eyes with a gasp and watch Law take a bite out of one of the rice balls. It seems to be the one with soy sauce put in.

“I understand what you were going for, the idea isn’t bad but the execution and technique needs some work.” Law critiques, biting once more silently into it before finishing it.

Swallowing the last bit of it, he turns to you and offers a small smile. “Thank you, [Name]. You worked hard to make these for me, I appreciate it. I’ll enjoy these.”

He then walks towards you and brings his hand up to brush a stray tear away from your eyes with his thumb.

The blush that spreads across your cheeks become visible as you stare in awe at your Captain.

“Don’t cry. Once I finish these, let’s make some rice balls together for the crew. It’s almost dinner time after all, and we’ll even share some of yours with them. Not all of them though.”

You snap out of your daze at his last comment. “S-Sure, but why not?”

Law looks up at you with a raised brow.

“What do you mean? These are originally for only me, right? I’m not sharing this reward given by you. It’s mine.”

“!” Your blush darkens as you sniffle and smile brightly again, giggling as your heart beats against your chest. “Okay!”

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A/N : I’m so sorry this is so short and so sorry for the lack of content lately! :(

AT LEAST I FINALLY WROTE THIS THOUGH!

[jortsaaaaaaart]

Three Hearts- Tendou x Reader x Ushijima

Soulmate AU- updates will be posted to https://archiveofourown.org/works/32830702/chapters/81464533

You remembered Sendai as being cold, so, so cold. The summers were short but they were also filled with many days spent exploring. You were part of a binational family. Your mother was from the United States, your father from Japan. Most of your early childhood was spent bouncing between the two countries before, finally, it was decided that the schools in Japan were much (much) better. It wasn’t too much of a culture shock. But the freedom Sendai offered was intoxicating. In Japanese culture it was perfectly acceptable to send your child out on errands, or let them visit the local park, on their own.

It was on one of these after school excursions that you ran into your future best friend. 

A humid June evening had you trailing along the bank of the local river. Cicadas and the current drowned out almost all other noise. You were debating turning back or taking a wade in the water when you saw a shock of red. There was another kid sitting by the river. One with a pretty vibrant bowl cut. However, when you got closer you realised his hair wasn't the only thing that was red.

"Uh, hey." You murmured, feeling more than a little awkward. "Are you okay?" He almost jumped out of his skin. Wide red eyes snapped towards you before hiding away.

The redhead hastily wiped at his eyes. "Y-Yeah."

"That didn't sound all that convincing." With a sigh you plopped down next to him, watching as he curled in on himself. You'd never been one to mind your own business, not even as a child. Seeing someone crying by themselves was an instant invitation for you to barge in and try to help.

"I'm fine."

"You're crying."

"No I'm not!"

"Hmm. . ." You leaned back, looking over the river. "So what's your name then? If you don't tell me I'll just have to call you cry baby."

“. . . It’s Tendou Satori.” He muttered. Tendou was eyeing you warily, like a stray dog afraid to take a treat from a stranger.

"I'm (L/N) (F/N). If you want me to leave I can, but you just looked so sad sitting here alone." You gave him the warmest smile you could before returning your attention to the water. Satori's red eyes stayed locked on you but he didn't ask you to leave. A few moments passed in silent solidarity before he spoke up.

"I'm usually alone."

"I know how you feel." You sighed.

"You do?"

"Well, yeah. I moved around so much before grade school that I don't know anyone here." You paused. "But, hey, now I know you, right?" Your smile made Tendou forget all about the tears. His cheeks flushed pink under the setting sun.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Asked Satori, who desperately wanted to believe you were being genuine. But years of abuse had a hold on his heart.

You blinked. "Why wouldn't I be nice?"

". . . 'Cause I. . . Everyone says I'm a-"

"Ah! Look guys, it's the monster!" A group of children walked up behind the two of you. They were pointing at Satori with mocking grins. "You shouldn't get so close to him, he'll gobble you up!"

"Monster?" You glanced over at him but he was purposefully avoiding your eyes. If possible he would've liked to completely melt into the grass. Away from everything and everybody. But you weren't sinking into the ground, you were rising up. The bullies took a step back as you stomped up the embankment. "What gives you the right to call him that, huh?"

"W-What?" The ringleader stammered. "You've seen him, he's a freak! He shouldn't be allowed near us normal huma-"

He fell to the ground, clutching his cheek. Everyone's eyes were wide and glued to you. 

"Y- You just punched me!?"

"And I'll do it again!" You stared down the boy while his friends helped him to his feet. Before you could say anything else, or fight a 1 v 4, someone grabbed your hand. Tendou dragged you away while you stuck your tongue out at the still stunned bullies. 

Neither of you would ever forget that day. It was the start of a lifelong friendship, and eventually, something more.

On your first year of middle school you officially learned what soulmates were. It was assumed most parents would give you the talk before then, but the school board wanted youths to be prepared. 

"They taught us about soulmates today in class." You were both lounging around in his room reading the newest Shonen Jump. You sat next to him on the bed, trying to keep up with his reading speed.

"Yeah?" You hummed.

"When you turn 18 your soulmate's name appears on your wrist. . . But, if you're older than them you have to wait for their birthday so the marks can appear at the same time. . . And then some people don't even get a soulmate." He wasn't paying attention to the manga anymore. His eyes were fixed to the floor while his brain waged war against itself. Tendou had been sure you were his soulmate since that first night. The butterflies in his stomach still hadn't gone away and every time he looked at you he felt like a pile of mush. 

But, still, the 'I think you're my soulmate.' died on his tongue replaced with something much more depreciating. "I'm probably one of those people. Monsters don't get soulmates after all." His grin was shaky at best and you saw right through it.

"Don't call yourself that." You chided. "And of course you have a soulmate, Tori. Someone out there doesn't know how lucky they are. Soulmates with the best volleyball ball player ever. And the greatest friend ever, too." 

You flopped down, holding your wrist in front of you. "I don't know if I'm excited or nervous."

"Well, it's a good thing, isn't it? Having a soulmate? You'll have someone who belongs with you and will love you no matter what." You pouted at him and he smiled, continuing with his speech. "I can't wait till we turn eighteen. And I know you can't wait either. Even if you're being a baby now."

Tendou had your eighteenth birthday planned out for years. Step one, he'd take you to the river where you met. Step two, shower you with presents and affection. And step three, wait for your soulmate's name, his name, to appear. Step four (profit), live happily ever after. However, like many things in life, it didn't go quite as planned.

On March 21st, right after the end of your final year of junior high, your mother died. It wasn't a shock, she had been sick for months, but the pain was still unbearable. Your mother's side of the family wanted to bury her in the family plot. An old tradition from an old, rural, part of America. Your father gladly handed the responsibility off to them. 

Tendou remembered begging his parents to let him see you off at the airport. He remembered how red and puffy your eyes were, the sad smile on your face when you promised him you'd be back soon. 

But you weren't. 

Your father was in no shape to take care of you. Burying himself in his work to try and forget his loss. February came around and you had your 16th birthday in America. The first year of highschool had started without you. Tendou sent you pictures from Shiratorizawa every day, making you promise to try and get back as soon as possible.

Another February came and went. Your father was getting better and you were slowly but surely convincing him Japan was the right place for you to be. Tendou texted you every day, talking to you about his volleyball matches, his friend Ushijima, how much he missed you. 

It was your third year of highschool and finally, finally, you were heading home. You told Tendou the news as soon as you knew. He seemed even more excited than you. You knew why, even if you didn't say it. Tendou had always been the one you thought of when you imagined your soulmate. But. . . There was something else you couldn't quite put your finger on. The whole thing made you nervous, so you kept your feelings to yourself. 

Tendou stayed up all night on your birthday, hoping, praying. His eyes never left his wrist for a second and finally at 2:45 a.m. , something happened. Your name, in your sloppy, too quick, handwriting, appeared. The relief of ten years of wondering washed over him. He laughed, breathless and giddy. He immediately messaged you, sending you a picture of his wrist before a barrage of messages, most of them legible.

A minute passed by, then ten, then twenty. . .

You had to see it too, right? So why hadn't you said anything? You hadn't called, texted, or, hell, even emailed him. Tendou started to feel his heart sink with each passing moment. 

What if you were disappointed?

Tendou's breath caught in his throat and he could feel his face burn. His phone clattered to the ground as he sank down into his bed. He tried to calm himself down, he didn't know what time it was where you were. Maybe you were out celebrating your birthday or sleeping? He just needed to sleep it off and give you time to respond.

Chest tight, Tendou waited. He waited till hours turned to days and suddenly it was March and his heart was broken. He wasn't sure what was going on at this point. You two had almost never gone a day without talking. But you hadn't read any of his texts or snaps. Eventually he stopped messaging you all together.

But he hadn't given up. He knew you were flying back to Japan soon and he was determined to ask you what the hell was going on.

By mid March you had moved back into your old home. Your father had graciously gotten a moving company for you and your meager belongings. Somehow he failed to show up himself though. You didn't blame him though, he was busy and you haven't been the best company recently. Before leaving America your grandma had begun calling you the walking dead. You were barely sleeping, your eyes were puffy with designer bags hanging heavily underneath. She understood why you were feeling so down and she was empathetic, but the rest of your small town wasn't.

You thought about the timing of it all as you began to unpack. The first box, full of books and notes, was barely empty before the doorbell rang.

Tendou was standing on your doorstep. Your soulmate was standing before you, and your first thought was to shrink back and pretend you weren't home.

He rang the bell again. "(Y/N)! I know you're home! I just. . . I just want to talk okay? . . . Please?"

Tendou stepped back as the door swung open. You were holding your wrist close to your chest, looking anywhere but at him. He could see how red your eyes were, though, and thought they matched his completely.

"Why?" He muttered. One pitiful idiot to another. "Was it so fucking awful? Having my name on your wrist?"

"It wasn't. . ." You started. "Tendou, it wasn't just your name." 

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Kissing in the Snow - Adrian Pucey

Title: Kissing in the Snow Pairing: Adrian Pucey x Ravenclaw!Fem!Reader A/N: this is for @fandomscombine​ who wanted some fluff with Adrian!! There’s no summary because this genuinely has no real plot haha. Feedback is always welcome and requests are open! Tags: @feltondarling​ @pandaxnienke​

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“He’s doing it again,” Rachel whispers as she leans towards Y/N.

Y/N can feel the blush creeping up her neck, and she turns her head just barely so she can see the Slytherin table out of the corner of her eye. Sure enough, Adrian Pucey is sitting in his usual spot between Theodore Nott and Marcus Flint and he’s staring right at her. She turns her head so she’s looking at her best friend again, a small smile on her face.

“That’s the third time this week,” Y/N points out excitedly.

“Not counting the time in potions when his cauldron bubbled over because he was too busy watching you,” Maya, Y/N’s other friend, reminds them.

“And he still hasn’t said anything to you?” Rachel asks.

Y/N shakes her head, resisting her urge to see if Adrian is still looking at her. Over the past month Y/N and her friends noticed that the Slytherin boy has taken an interest in her. It started with a few wayward glances during classes or meals but as time has gone on he’s gotten bolder and he’s settled on just straight up staring at Y/N any chance he gets. It’s caused quite a few awkward moments during class, but Y/N would be lying if she said she doesn’t enjoy the attention. The only thing Y/N would change is the fact that despite all the attention Adrian gives her, he’s yet to talk to her.

Maya bites her lip, sparing a glance over at the Slytherin table. “I mean he’s still looking. Maybe he doesn’t think you’re interested?”

Y/N shrugs. “You think? Should I like, look at him back?”

“Well I guess it all depends. Are you interested in him?” Rachel asks.

“I mean he is pretty cute,” Y/N muses, biting her lip. “And he gets decent marks. Not to mention the fact that he’s a great Quidditch player.”

“Bet he’s got a nice set of abs under that uniform too,” Maya teases with an eyebrow wiggle.

“Of course that’s all you’d care about you perv,” Rachel responds with an eyeroll. “But this isn’t about you and your crush on every male quidditch player in the school. This is about Y/N and her potential new boyfriend.”

“Woah, woah, woah. Who said anything about a boyfriend?” Y/N interrupts. “He hasn’t even said two words to me, I think you guys are getting a bit ahead of yourselves.”

Maya scoffs. “Oh please, don’t pretend like you haven’t thought about it. I saw you doodling hearts around his name on your Charms notes last week.”

“So you do have a crush on him,” Rachel giggles excitedly. “Why don’t you make a move on him.”

Y/N bites her lip, choosing to ignore her friends’ excited whispering for the time being. She turns around in her seat, allowing herself to make direct contact with Adrian for the first time. Much to Y/N’s surprise, he doesn’t look away. His eyebrows raise slightly, as if he’s challenging her, before he gives her a sly wink. Y/N’s cheeks flush pink and she immediately turns back around, just barely catching the smile on Adrian’s face.

“Okay, there. I looked at him. Now will you two shut up?” Y/N whispers, unable to keep the happiness she feels from creeping into her voice.

-

Y/N is in the middle of grinding up a Bicorn horn during potions class the next week when a crumpled up piece of parchment flies over her shoulder and lands on the table in front of her. Maya nudges her and winks, using her head to subtly gesture towards where Adrian is sitting. Y/N already knows that he’s been looking at her during class, she could feel his eyes on her as she moved around the room to gather the needed ingredients for the potion Snape had tasked them to make.

“Open it,” Rachel urges.

Y/N looks to make sure Snape is busy scolding the Weasley twins for Merlin knows what before she puts down the Bicorn horn and grabs the note. She hunches over to make sure neither of her friends can see what it says, her fingers shaking as she opens it up.

You look cute when you focus like that. I have to be careful or my cauldron will boil over again.

Y/N clutches the note to her chest, a faint blush adorning her cheeks. She lets herself read it a few more times, memorizing the loop of the letters. Y/N checks again to make sure Snape is preoccupied, before turning in her seat to look at Adrian. When their eyes connect her blush deepens, and he winks at her before looking away to scribble something else down. This time she catches the piece of parchment he tosses, and Y/N opens it.

Walk with me to lunch?

She bites her lip and looks back at Adrian. Y/N nods at him, her lips turning up into a smile when he grins at her.

It takes all of Y/N’s willpower to turn back around and continue working on her potion. It takes all of her focus to keep her mind from wandering towards Adrian, partially due to the fact that both Maya and Rachel fire question after question at her. They quiet down when Y/N promises to tell them everything at lunch, and she’s able to finish her work. When the bell finally rings for lunch Y/N packs her things up slowly, making sure to put the notes Adrian sent her into a pocket in her bag.

Rachel groans. “Will you hurry up?”

Y/N pauses so she can grin up at her friends. “You two go ahead. I’ll meet you at lunch.” Maya opens her mouth to question her, and Y/N tries to subtly gesture towards where Adrian is hovering by the door, clearly waiting for Y/N.

“Oh,” Maya sighs, getting the hint. “Rachel and I will meet you at lunch.” She sends Y/N a wink before grabbing Rachel’s arm and dragging her towards the exit. They both give Adrian a look as they pass, their giggles loud and clear as they head down the hall.

“Sorry about them,” Y/N apologizes as she comes to stand with Adrian. “They can be a bit much sometimes.”

Adrian smiles at Y/N as they start to head towards the Great Hall. “That’s okay. It’s kind cute actually, that they worry about you.” His hand wraps around the leather strap of her backpack as he watches her struggle to hitch it on her shoulder. “Let me carry that for you.”

Y/N blushes. “It’s fine, it’s fine, you don’t have to,” she stutters.

“I want to,” Adrian insists quietly, giving Y/N a reassuring smile. He winks at her as he takes the bag from her, slinging it on his shoulder like it weighs nothing. “Although you may have to give me a back massage afterwards,” he flirts.

“Name a time and place, I’ll be there,” Y/N responds cheekily, nudging him playfully.

“Don’t tease me, Y/N. Because I will absolutely take you up on that offer.” Adrian looks over at her as they slowly head up the stairs out of the dungeons. “I’m sorry for all the staring, by the way. I hope it didn’t creep you out too much. You just really are beautiful and it’s very distracting.”

Y/N blushes, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “No need to apologize, I didn’t mind at all. It was um, kinda nice actually.”

Adrian lets the back of his hand brush Y/N’s, and when she doesn’t pull away he links their pinkies. “Good, because I find it so hard not to look at you. You’re by far the most beautiful girl in the entire castle.”

“The entire castle? Are you sure about that?” Y/N asks playfully. “Even with all of those Beauxbatons girls fliting around the castle?” While Y/N had gotten to know a few of the girls from Beauxbatons, she couldn’t help but feel insecure around them. Their uniforms are far more flattering than her Hogwarts one, not to mention the fact that they all are drop dead gorgeous with alluring French accents.

“Y/N, not even Fleur Delacour holds a candle to your beauty,” Adrian assures her, squeezing Y/N’s pinky with his own.

“That is a load of rubbish, but I’ll let it slide because you’re cute,” Y/N teases. They reach the entrance to the Great Hall then and they both pause, turning to face each other. Y/N can feel her friend’s eyes burning holes in the back of her head and she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. “Thank you for walking me to lunch. And carrying my bag for me.”

“It was my pleasure, Y/N. But I will have to take you up on that offer for a back massage,” Adrian reminds her with a wink. He hands Y/N her backpack, letting his fingers graze the back of her hand. “Before you go,” he says quietly, grabbing Y/N’s wrist lightly. “I was wondering if you’d like to accompany me to Hogsmeade on Saturday?”

Y/N bites her lip and she can feel how hot her cheeks are. “I would like that a lot.”

“Great,” Adrian says, smiling at her. “I’ll meet you at the door to the castle at 11.”

“See you then.” Y/N waves at Adrian before turning on her heel and heading towards the Ravenclaw table, a swarm of butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

-

“Hi gorgeous,” Adrian greets as Y/N comes down the last few stairs towards him, a smile forming on his face as a warm blush creeps across her cheeks. Adrian has found that it’s quite easy to make Y/N blush, and he takes advantage of that fact every chance he gets. He thinks she looks even more beautiful with a pink tint to her cheeks.

“Hi,” Y/N responds, reaching out to take the hand Adrian offers her. He intertwines their fingers and brings their hands up to his mouth, pressing a brief kiss to the back of her hand.  “You ready to go?” Y/N asks, trying to hide some of her nerves.

“Now that you’re here, yes,” Adrian responds playfully, pulling Y/N closer to his side. They head out of the castle together, groups of their classmates swarming around them as they make the familiar trek down to Hogsmeade. Adrian just watches Y/N for a moment as they walk, dumbfounded by how beautiful she is. It took him nearly a month to work up the courage to speak to Y/N purely because his brain turns to mush every time he looks at her. Her hair is up in a delicate bun, a few long tendrils of hair framing her face, and it takes all of his willpower to not twist one around his finger.

Y/N watches Adrian out of the corner of her eye, still in disbelief that he wanted to go on a date with her. She’s had boys ask her out before, but none that were quite on Adrian’s level of desirability. He and some of his fellow quidditch teammates were often the topic of gossip during girl’s nights in the Ravenclaw common room, and a few of the Beauxbatons girls even inquired about his relationship status when they first arrived at the castle a few months prior. There are plenty of girls he could have given his attention to and while Y/N is surprised he’d chosen her, she’s also extremely happy.

“Are you enjoying the Triwizard tournament so far?” Y/N asks to break the silence that had fallen around them. “Or has Quidditch being cancelled made it too hard to enjoy?”

“I wasn’t too thrilled at first, I’m not going to lie,” Adrian chuckles. “But Flint and I still break our brooms out and pass the Quaffle around when we get a chance, which is better than nothing. Plus, that dragon thing was pretty sick.”

“I never thought I’d ever see a dragon that close in my life. It was about as thrilling as it was terrifying,” Y/N adds with a giggle. They reach Hogsmeade then and pause, neither of them sure where to go from here.

“Do you wanna go into that Madam Puddifoot’s place or whatever it’s called? That’s where Flint always gets dragged off to with Daphne,” Adrian suggest.

Y/N shakes her head, a shiver running down her spine. “Cho like to go there as well. But the place creeps me out if I’m honest.”

Adrian laughs. “Oh, thank Merlin, I feel the same way.” He bites his lip before giving Y/N a cheeky grin. “We could head into the bookstore. I’m sure that’s your favorite spot,” he teases.

“I get it, because I’m in Ravenclaw I like to read. Ha ha, very funny,” Y/N teases, shoving Adrian playfully. “Just for that the first round of Butterbeer is on you, Pucey.”

“Aw come on! It was a little funny!” Adrian laughs, letting Y/N drag him towards the Three Broomsticks. Once they push through the door Adrian reluctantly releases Y/N’s hand, nudging her towards the seating area. “You grab us a table, I’ll grab the drinks.”

Y/N nods and shoots Adrian a smile before going to find them a table. She’s heading towards a free table in the back corner when someone grabs her wrist and pulls her down into a booth. “I thought you guys promised to stay in the common room!” Y/N scolds, glaring at Rachel and Maya.

“No, we promised we wouldn’t follow you,” Rachel points out with an eyeroll.

“And we didn’t,” Maya points out with a laugh. “We got here first. So technically you’re following us.”

“Well technically you’re both annoying,” Y/N teases, flicking Maya’s ear.

“You two can fight later,” Rachel starts, giving Maya a look. “We only have a few minutes, how’s it going?”

Y/N blushes, fiddling with her fingers. “Good so far,” she admits with a small laugh. “He kept looking at me while we walked, and he held my hand.” Rachel and Maya squeal for a moment before Y/N shushes them. “Quiet I don’t want him to hear. He thought you guys being protective was cute, but I’m sure it’ll turn creepy quite fast. I’m gonna go, I’ll see you guys at dinner tonight.”

Y/N sneaks out of the booth and heads for the table she originally set her eyes on and she settles into a seat just as Adrian turns around, two frothy mugs of steaming Butterbeer in his hands. She waves him over, smiling as he approaches.

“Trying to hide on me?” Adrian jokes, placing the mugs down on the table. He slides into the chair next to Y/N, scooting as close to her as possible.

“More like trying to get you alone,” Y/N flirts, wrapping her hand around one of the mugs and pulling it closer to her. “Thanks for buying,” Y/N says quietly, taking a sip from the mug.

“Y/N I’d buy you the moon if it made you happy,” Adrian responds, smiling as her cheeks flush pink. He takes a sip from his own mug, letting the warm liquid calm his nerves.

“Not sure how that would work, but I appreciate the sentiment,” Y/N laughs. She smiles as Adrian puts his mug down since some of the foam is stuck to his upper lip. “You’ve got some um,” she starts gesturing towards his mouth.

Adrian chuckles, and Y/N watches in awe as his tongue swipes across his mouth, taking some of the foam with it. “Did I get it all?” he asks, his voice an octave lower than it normally is.

“Here, let me,” Y/N responds quietly, bringing her hand up towards his face. It takes all her concentration not to let her hand shake as the pad of her thumb brushes against his mouth, wiping the last bit of foam away. “There, all better.”

Adrian clears his throat, praying that the blush that now adorns his cheeks isn’t obvious. “Thanks.” He reaches out and tucks a piece of hair behind Y/N’s ear. “So, what do you like to do? When you’re not reading that is,” he jokes, winking at her.

Y/N shoves his shoulder, a shiver running down her spine when he grabs her hand and intertwines their fingers. “I really like to paint and draw actually. That’s why my backpack is so heavy, my giant sketchbook is in it.”

“That’s so cool. I like to doodle sometimes, but mostly when I’m not paying attention in class,” Adrian chuckles. “You’ll have to show me some of your stuff sometime.”

“I’d really like that,” Y/N says with a smile. A lot of the members of Y/N’s house are into some kind of art form, so her love of drawing and painting often goes unnoticed. She can’t remember the last time someone asked to see one of her pieces and the fact that Adrian is interested causes butterflies to rumble in her stomach. “I’m actually working on a sketch of Flitwick right now. He was trying to teach us all how to dance the other day for the Yule Ball and he had the funniest pair of dress robes on I’ve ever seen.”

“I can’t even imagine what that must have looked like,” Adrian muses with a laugh. “Snape was trying to teach us as well, though his lesson was less funny and more, disturbing.” He pauses to take a sip of his drink. “Although he did knock a fourth year over with his cloak when he did a spin and I laughed so hard I cried.”

Y/N laughs at that as well, unable to get the image of Snape dancing out of her mind. “Now that is something to see. I can’t even imagine Snape dancing. To me he only exists in the Potions classroom, I can’t imagine him just walking around living a normal life.”

“I know, right?” Adrian agrees. “Like he has to have hobbies or something, but all I can ever imagine him doing is sitting behind his desk starting at a wall.” Adrian bites his lip, watching as Y/N sips at her drink. “Speaking of the Yule Ball,” he says slowly. “You don’t have a date yet, do you?”

Y/N shakes her head a small smile on her face. “No, I was planning on just going with Rachel and Maya. A friend thing or whatever. Do you? Have a date?”

“Hopefully I will soon. After I ask you,” Adrian adds quickly, hoping his nervousness isn’t too obvious. “Y/N, will you be my date to the Yule Ball?”

Y/N squeezes Adrian’s hand. “Yes. Absolutely yes.”

Adrian and Y/N sit and talk until their drinks have long been finished and the sky has started to turn orange with the sunset, talking about anything and everything they can think of. They decide to head back to the castle as the students who were taking up tables start to leave in groups. Dinner will be served soon, and no one wants to miss that. Their walk back to the castle is surrounded by a comfortable silence, their intertwined hands slowly swinging between them.

“Can I walk you to potions on Monday?” Adrian asks as they reach the entrance to the Great Hall.

Y/N nods and her face turns beet red as Adrian leans in and presses a soft kiss to her cheek. “Thank you, for today.”

Adrian smiles at her, giving her hand a final squeeze. “It was my pleasure, Y/N. There’s no other way I’d like to spend my Saturday.”

-

“Wow, Y/N. You look incredible,” Adrian compliments dreamily as they come together in front of the Great Hall.

Y/N blushes as Adrian’s hand lands on her hip and he pulls her into his chest. Despite the fact that her and Adrian have spent nearly every moment together since their date at the Three Broomsticks, being close to him still makes her palms sweaty and erupts a swarm of butterflies in her stomach. “You don’t look too shabby yourself.”

Adrian smiles down at her, pressing a soft kiss to Y/N’s forehead. “We’re the hottest couple here I reckon.”

Couple. The word sends a tingle down Y/N’s spine and her knees quiver as Adrian intertwines their fingers and leads her into the Great Hall. It’s the first time either of them has defined their relationship, and it makes Y/N feel lightheaded.

“Wow,” Y/N gasps as they enter the Great Hall. “This doesn’t even look like we’re still at Hogwarts.” The room looks like the perfect Winter Wonderland, with a giant Christmas tree at the far end completing the décor.

“Maybe this shouldn’t have been our second date,” Adrian muses with a chuckle. “I don’t know how I’m ever going to top this.”

Y/N rolls her eyes playfully. “As long as you’re there with me it’ll be perfect.” She leans in and presses a kiss to his cheek. “Oh look, here come the champions.” They both turn to watch as the champions enter when Y/N feels Adrian wrap an arm around her waist before he pulls her into his chest.

“Fleur isn’t even half as beautiful as you,” Adrian whispers, causing goosebumps to erupt down Y/N’s neck.

As the champions start to dance Y/N turns around in his embrace and playfully slaps him on the shoulder. “I’m already your date, no need to be so sappy,” she teases.

Adrian chuckles as his free hand comes up to cup Y/N’s cheek. He pulls their lips together, and kisses Y/N sweetly. She melts into his embrace, her arms wrapping around his neck to pull him as close as possible.

“Come dance with me,” Adrian murmurs, pulling Y/N onto the dance floor. His hands settle on Y/N’s hips and her hands grip his shoulders tightly as they start to sway back and forth.

Fake snow starts to fall from the ceiling and Y/N tilts her head back, giggling as the flakes start to land on her face. “I don’t know if I’m ever going to be able to celebrate Christmas normally after all of this.”

Adrian reaches up to brush some of the snow off of Y/N’s cheeks, smiling when she looks back at him. “I want you to be my girlfriend,” he says suddenly shocking them both. “I-I mean,” Adrian stutters, his cheeks turning a light pink color. “Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?”

Instead of answering Y/N pulls Adrian into a slow kiss, their bodies still gently swaying as the snow falls all around them.

[anotherbeingsworld]

a step forward

pairing: bryce x f!mc (alessia lyxienne)

book: open heart: third year

rating: general

warning: a few curse words.

word count: 4163

summary: a rewrite of the final chapter of book 3 (3:16) as Alessia will be making a hard decision.

ps: tags and a/n will be at the end of the fic!

I love you…’

‘I love you too.’

Clinging to the profound happiness on the rooftop of Edenbrook, her eyes fall onto him. He’s smiling. Wider than any other smile she has ever seen, he was happy. He is happy, and she is too. It felt like an ending to a fairy tale where they lived happily ever after, but life is far from it. She lets out a sigh, before burying her head into his shoulder for the night – enjoying the bright lights below them. At this moment, she does not know what lies ahead – however, she knows that the feeling of being on top of the world is the best feeling one could felt.

-

“Have you told your friends about the offer?” The voice of Mr.s Lyxienne booms through the call – somewhat a tone of excitement in her voice of a proud mother.

She shakes her head, as an attempt to tidy up her room before the roommates' dinner to celebrate the board results in an intimate setting than before. The sigh escapes her lips, as she rereads the email.

…offer for a new position… head of the diagnostics team….Arizona. We are looking forward to hearing from you soon.

Regards,

Dr. Donald Reegan.

“Haven’t told them yet mom.” She replies, before minimizing the emails tab. Somehow, the email came a day after the party, after she receives her happily ever after. Its been days since then, as tomorrow is her final day as a resident – and her final chance to make a decision.

Her mom didn’t say a word, somehow knows how hard it was to make a decision.

“I know whatever you decide, they’ll be happy for you Alessia.” Her voice is calm, yet there is a hint of boldness in it.

“I know…”

“I’ll have to go now and whatever happens - we are very proud of you.”

“Thanks, mom, I’ll talk to you soon.” After saying our goodbyes, she immediately changed her outfit for their roomie dinner with the others.

-

She was wearing a suit, somehow, she feels much more comfortable in it along with her Vans slip-on. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, as she was met with the others along with Bryce, Kyra, and Rafael.

She took a seat beside Bryce, as he immediately greeted her with a peck on her cheek – she smiles, somehow it didn’t reach the eyes. He took a second, observing her for a moment before they began to order, with his hands around her giving a gentle squeeze. He knew there was something wrong, yet he didn’t wanna pressure her, and she knows it.

The night goes on, as they reminiscing. Talked about everything from the good, the bad, and everything in between. Alessia smiled throughout it all, forgetting about the offer for a moment, as she was drowned by memories. It has become one of the reasons why she hasn’t made a decision yet, Edenbrook gave her the chance to fulfill her dream, yet – it traumatizes her. The senator’s incident suddenly made an appearance in her mind, letting out a shiver – as Jackie calls out her name.

“Hey, you okay? You zoned out there.” Jackie asked as she took a sip of the drink, all of the eyes fall onto her.

Alessia just shook her head, as a smile plastered on her face.

“I’m just, reminiscing. I just can't believe it's been three years, and our residency is almost done.”

Sienna nods in agreement,

“Hey, we did it. And, I’m happy to go through these adventures with all of you!” She lays her head on Jackie’s shoulder, as they all nod.

“Easy for you to say, I still have an extra year! But, then – I’ll be a big-shot surgeon.” Bryce stated as he smiles smugly before the others let out a laugh.

“So, have all of you thought on what the future after everything?” Rafael asked as both Bryce's and his eyes fall onto all five of them.

There was silence at the table, the thought is still processing. The future is coming very soon for all of them. The silence was drowned by the other diners, hush whispers as Alessia’s words got stuck on her throat, somewhat a feeling of confusion, dread, fear was mushed together into one.

“I think I’ll be leaving Edenbrook – somehow, maybe a new chance to start again without being in my aunt’s shadow again,” Aurora spoke, as the other nods and starts to congratulate her.

“Where will you be going?”

“Mass Kenmore, I feel like I got potential – and maybe lead the diagnostics team there; who knows.”

“Good for you, I think I’ll be staying here for a bit. The research team is quite a safe space for me, and I got Zaid and Baz on my side. I think it's definitely where I belong.” A satisfied smile on Elijah’s face can be seen, as Jackie spoke.

“I think I’ll stay, being chief resident – somehow feels just right. Did I get to boss the interns while doing a good job at it? Hell yes.” Jackie smiles excitedly as the others let out a laugh and a nod in agreement. Jackie was indeed a good chief resident – Sienna clears her throat to gain the other's attention.

“I’ll be staying too. I talked to Dr. Banerji earlier – about…” She paused, as she met Alessia’s eyes who nod supportively from the side.

“Changing my residency. There are times, I feel unhappy especially lately – maybe it’s the pressure but, after rethinking more than a dozen times. I’ll be taking the fast track of residency in peds and, hopefully, retake the board exam once more.” She smiles, proudly – a decision has been made as they all cheer in happiness for Sienna.

-

The table went silent once more, as Kyra shoots the final question her way. Alessia looks stiffened, somehow her tongue was tied, she was hesitant, somehow dreading the decision she has to make.

“I…honestly have no idea yet.” Before stuffing some salmon into her mouth, avoiding the stares at her way. She felt him staring at her as well, his eyes on her with a similar shock expression on his face before he jumps in to save the situation.

“Whatever you’ll be doing, it’ll be a great babe.” He says before placing a kiss on her temple, as the others drop the topic sensing the awkwardness that follows.

She was grateful for the save, as they spend the night away reminiscing again and again.

-

4:39 a.m.

The clock never stops ticking as she stood up from the bed. Bryce is still sound asleep beside her, as she smiles over the sight of him. How much happiness one human being can bring to this world, to her world. How much he lights up her world – the darkness suddenly was lit up by his smile, his encouraging words, his kisses, his hugs, and everything about one Bryce Lahela.

She examines him from afar, as the city of Boston was visible from his apartment window in the living room. A few cars were bustling around town, to begin an early start of the day. The sigh escaped her lips, the decision seems to haunt her once more. 2300 miles away from Edenbrook, from her friends, from…Bryce. It feels like a difficult decision – because she couldn’t imagine being away from him. What life would be like waking without his smile? What life would look like without the laughter of her roommates who have made her time at Edenbrook much worth it? How different it is to not be greeted with Bryce’s kisses at the peak of dawn? All of the thoughts swirling in her mind bring back to a conversation from her first day of the final year of residency.

“I know, we will never change. But, look what Leland did – this is where we are heading Alessia, our life is changing, medicine is changing and we can’t do anything about it. Life is about change – and like Edenbrook it changed alongside us.”

She lets out a breath she is holding upon the revelation from Bryce. It is the truth, and it’s gonna fall upon them anyways somewhere in the future. She wanted to deny but, she knows it’s the whole truth – as her head falls on his shoulders once more.

Bryce pulled her into his embrace, as he slowly strokes her hair – letting out a sigh along the way.

“But, tonight – the future can’t touch us and, we will always going to be us, Bryce and Alessia.” His words were soft and gentle, somewhat an attempt to calm her heart down.

“Tonight, it’s only us and that’s the only thing that I want to know.” Her lips met with his, as they enjoyed the night together talking about everything and nothing – as the feared was buried at the back of their minds. Somehow, it still leaves a bitter taste for them as the truth will come to face them very very soon; but for now… they have tonight.

She shivers at the memory, somehow the change had caught up to her. Change is going to follow them for the rest of their lives – and, if they were lucky; it will still be the same. Yet, she knows it's already different. The change has begun before her thoughts were interrupted by familiar footsteps letting out a yawn.

“Hey, it’s still early – c’mon, let’s get back to sleep.” His voice was hoarse, yet she smiles at the request pushing the thoughts once again as she finally got some sleep. A few hours at the least, before she has to be up for her final day as a resident.

-

Her steps lead her to Dr. Banerji’s office who smiles at her presence, somewhat surprise but content with her sudden arrival to his office.

“Dr. Banerji – I need some advice.”

-

The day went by quickly, as the final patient of the day was checked – and the cases have been handled throughout the day alongside the diagnostics team. She stayed behind, somehow admiring the diagnostics office, a feeling of nostalgia washes through her before her moment was ruined by the arrival of Ethan and Tobias himself – who looked surprised to see her.

“Alessia, good to see you here once again.”

She smiles,

“I know, I’m just admiring this office for the final time – I’m gonna miss this place.” She lets out a sigh, as Tobias smiles.

“Hey, you and me both. But, never be afraid to start again somewhere – because life does works in weird yet rewarding ways.” He winks as Ethan lets out a chuckle.

“You have gotten wiser over the years huh.” Tobias just smiles at the remark before they congratulate her once again – leaving her with the empty room again.

She whispers something to herself, before shutting the lights off in the room.

-

She stared at the offer that lies in front of her, a deep breath follows as she dialed the number. A decision has been made, like a pinch of pain filled her lungs, somehow pulling her to drown, yet she keeps on running.

-

She needed to tell them, needed to tell him. Alessia left her room with the feeling of dread, and fear swirling in her stomach – as she was met with them all laughing together as they were watching one of Elijah’s long list of movies. She took a seat beside Jackie, joining them in the fit of laughter. She is ready to let the truth roll out - well, ready as one will ever be.

“So…I have to tell you guys something.”

There it is – the truth all laid out. A series of ‘why's and clueless looks on their faces. Alessia remains calm for the whole demeanor, somewhat manage to rehearse the speech in her head as the movie plays in the background of her mind.

The room was silent, taking a moment to process it. She was immediately engulfed in a hug from her side, Sienna has her arms around Alessia.

“That’s why you were quiet at dinner right.” A knowing tone in Jackie’s voice, as Alessia nods in response.

“I needed to decide. This was an experience, but – I need to spread my wings. And, Arizona isn’t too far ahead guys. I can visit, maybe Edenbrook and The John Mayo Clinic can work together – and we will be together as always.” She attempted with a cheery tone.

“It wouldn’t be the same – and, that room of yours; will miss its owner.” Jackie points at her room, but she couldn’t help to smile at her.

“Hey, that room will always be yours. Well, as long as Farley allows us to keep it.” They all laugh before Sienna calls a group hug session – a familiar gesture for them all.

“Don’t forget us in the big leagues Alessia,” Aurora stated, as she shook her head. “Never – all of you are too hard to be forgotten” She smiles as they continue to discuss her new position with everything in between – before, the room went quiet once again. Everyone has fallen asleep, as she was wide awake; meeting Elijah who wheels in from the kitchen, somewhat startled at Alessia being awake at this hour.

“Want a cup of tea?” He gestures at the cup he is holding.

“Yes please.” She smiles, as they indulge upon the tea – a comforting silence follows.

“You are leaving soon huh.”

“I guess I am, I just…I feel like it's time.” The words felt painful on the tip of her tongue.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry for how I reacted before about the Dr. Ramsey thing – I shouldn��t have lashed out at you and, I’m sorry.” Elijah sounded genuine, as he smiles at her.

Alessia nods,

“I forgive you, but it still hurts you know.”

He lowers his head, somehow feeling ashamed about the reminder of it,

“Yeah, I feel bad afterward – and, my ego was quite huge at the time. And, I’m very very sorry.”

Alessia returns his smile, as they talked a bit.

“Does Bryce know?” He asked, somewhat with genuine concern.

She shakes her head, letting out a sigh.

“I wanted to tell him, but…we just got our happily ever after here. And, I just…I planned on leaving quietly but, I can’t do that to him.”

“Maybe you should go to him right now, I think he mentions a late shift earlier at the doctor’s lounge.” Elijah pointed out, as Alessia nods – finishing up her tea, and pulls Elijah into a hug.

“Thanks, Elijah.” She was about to leave before Elijah calls her out.

“Hey, Alessia, for what’s it worth - you’ll be okay out there.”

She nods in appreciation, as her foot was set out of the apartment.

-

“Alessia – hey, what’s up!” He greeted her, as she sat waiting for him at the hospital lobby.

“Hey.” She replies as she hugs him, clinging to him – as Bryce lets out a laugh at the sudden gesture which he didn’t push her away.

“Someone’s eager.” He teased her, earning a nudge from Alessia followed by laughter as they walked out of the hospital together.

Their steps fall into a rhythm, as they stopped by a 24-hour bistro; ordering themselves a box of loaded fries – a moment of déjà vu again; as she smiled at the memory. Bryce caught her smiling, as he took a bit of the fries.

“How’s your day been?”

“Nothing much I guess….oh - oh! I scored a major surgery today with Dr. Tanaka earlier – and the patient survives.”

She smiles at his enthusiasm even if it's at 4 in the morning; he managed to make even the saddest of souls smile, that was his power.

“So…what’s up? I mean, I’m not opposed to you visiting me at work or anything – but, this is the time where one should be asleep.” He raised an eyebrow at her, and she took a deep breath.

“We need to talk.” Her friendly tone has become serious, as the four-word which every human dread of hearing somehow become a wake-up call for him, as he sat up straight – the carefree expression has been wiped away with a look of concern, nervousness, and dread in between. She places her hand in his from across the table, giving it a gentle squeeze – calming him down before the truth was set free.

-

He blinked once, twice. As Alessia finished telling him – he was speechless, literally. The silence follows a few moments, somehow he is still searching for the words to say. Yet, all of the words in his mind have vanished. Zip, blink, nada.

She met his eyes, she looked worried, the expression of guilt was written all over her face. He manages a small smile, somehow – he didn’t say a thing. A part of him; still grasping upon the truth.

‘I accepted an offer from the Mayo Clinic at Arizona.’

His throat somehow went dry, as he took a sip of the remaining milkshake. Pulling himself together – and wished he has a guide upon facing these types of situations.

‘Oh..’ Was all that came out of his mouth, somehow…dumbfounded on how to respond to this sudden revelation.

After a moment of silence that follows – the sound of the instrumentals drowns the thoughts along with his hesitations upon the situation. He smiles, he smiles – which didn’t reach the eyes as much as he tries his best to. There was a mix of pride – of course, there was, he was proud of her. He wants her to be the best doctor she could be because she indeed is, it was one of the mantras from their first year.

He remembers the doubt in her voice, as they cling to one another at the on-call room. He looks at her and sees much more than what she sees in herself. And, this…its an opportunity for her. Yet, the sorrow in his heart began to grow; he wants her by his side – to be with him at Edenbrook. He wants to be with her every day, but; life never really gave him what he wants. But, one thing he knows – he is damn proud of her, as the sorrow has vanished in a second; as he stood– opening his arms wide for her, as she immediately sinks into his arms. No words were exchanged, as he kissed on top of her head; he was proud of her; he is – always.

But…

He shakes the thought away, as he holds her there. It felt like home, and he wonders – if she goes away, what would home feel like anymore?

-

He has suddenly been busier, life pulled them apart – excuses were made. She knew he was deflecting, she stopped going to the hospital after her final day ended, as the moving process began.

All of her stuff has been packed, as some were already transported the day her parents came down to Boston. There was a bittersweet feeling upon the situation, as she struggles to get a hold of Bryce. They haven’t seen one another in weeks, as the last day – she left his apartment as he went into work. They didn’t talk, it was a silent night; no words were spoken, as they lay side-by-side. He dreaded the silence, but it felt like the future that will occur to them very soon, he sighs – better get used to it now.

And, that’s the time he last saw her. He has been busying himself with surgeries, requesting extra work to the point where he could be living in the hospital. It was hard for him to face her, the decision was only a few words – yet, the power that came with it. It’s unbearable.

He checked his phone once again, there was a new message from Alessia. He sighs before shoving the phone in his pocket – repeating his whole routine for the rest of the day.

Unfortunately, he has to change and get home every once and a while, and he did after his shift was over. He paused upon his footsteps, as he found Alessia waiting inside. The sad, gloomy expression is obvious – as he remembers, he gave her a spare key if she ever wanted to stay over for the night.

‘Hi.’

-

She stood up from the couch, keys in hand at the sound of the door opening. He looked like he hasn’t slept, as he saw her. It was an unexpected visit for her, as she was supposed to clear her final pile of stuff before it is shipped the next day.

His mouth open, as if to say something – which resulted in an exhausted ‘hi’ towards her way. She nods appreciatively upon the greeting.

‘Bryce, please – why have you been avoiding me?” She blurted out suddenly, the silence is killing her inside.

He didn’t reply, as he took a seat on the couch as she stood in front of him.

“I don’t know - I was busy with the surgeries…” He didn’t continue as Alessia feels a part of her was betrayed.

“Then, it wouldn’t even bother for you to reply to my texts? Or even text me, saying ‘hey, I need to take off some steam’… It's not hard Bryce!” He meets her eyes, somehow a pang of regret over his actions.

“I don’t know okay, it feels like everything is happening so fucking fast, and the fact that you’re leaving soon – I need to breathe. I need to clear my head, I…I can’t face you after that day.” His eyes fall upon his hands, somehow avoiding her eyes.

“Then face me now, tell me everything. Stop running away from me Bryce – as much as I am ready to begin the new journey; I’m dreading till the moment that we have to say goodbye.” She took a seat beside him on the couch, as he finally sees her. He finally meets her eyes, his brown one meeting her green ones. The wave of sadness in his eyes, mirrored with hers. Somehow they both have to say something – and they can't avoid it anymore.

“I…I was scared.” He lets out a light laugh, as she curled her fingers with his squeezing it.

“I never knew this would happen, I met somebody and that person made me feel terrified for once in a while. You made me scared of being without you – it felt like a norm, waking up with you beside me and our nighttime adventures. I…as cheesy as it is…” He laughs, as Alessia laughs along with him – the familiar air started to fill in the room.

“I was scared of not being able to wake up next to you again. My whole life; I have always been my own person – and then I met you. I was scared the shit out of myself on how much a person can mean a lot to me, how one person can change your life in a split second – and change it once more in a snap of a finger; and…I thought about it….” He paused meeting her eyes fully, somehow he was prepared. Weeks without her, made him think – made him wonder, made him realize, and everything in between.

He continues, “I want you to go, I don’t want to stop you cause you deserve the position Alessia. You are one of the best people I know, hence – the best damn doctor I ever know.” His hands land on her cheek, as she felt a tear shed, he smiles sadly over the sentiment wiping the tears away.

Alessia was about to reply before he silences her with a kiss. His forehead meeting hers, somehow – the words that follow, it made her heart happy.

“You deserve to be your person and be where you want to. I’ll always have your back, always have, and always will. I love you Alessia.” She smiles over the affection before she wraps her arms around him – relieved washed in her heart.

“I love you too Bryce…so so much.” She whispers to him, overwhelmed as she smiles again and again until the day she has to leave. She knew Bryce will be there for her always, and she will be there for him. Their story - it was a story for the ages of all ages - and it doesn’t have to stop as the universe was doing their thing; because in the end – if the universe allows them to be together, they will be together, because distance can be damned.

It won’t stop the story of Alessia Lyxienne and Bryce Lahela, because they both are too stubborn to let it go. There will be a pause – but never a stop button, and she is grateful for that, before she leaves Boston, into her new place. It wasn’t home, because home is a heartbeat with two eyes that lives 2300 miles away from her.

‘We got this.’ She whispers, gazing into her new place – as a new chapter begins for one Alessia Lyxienne.

THE END.

a/n: okay, so I'm finally writing something which is to be fair quite late for an open heart tribute - but, hey; despite how shitty it has become, this book will have a special place in my heart. I mean, it started my writing, and well, the rest are history. Bryce Lahela is one of the characters I loved to write and writing his journey with Alessia, is one of the most unexpected things I have ever done, and, well. Their journey is over now in the game, however - deep down I know they are living their lives in a different universe. I also wanna dedicate this to all who have been supporting me from the start even, and a special mention to my gurl nikka, who actually made me not stop writing again, and well, this fic happened! I love everything about this and the whole experience, and I think I won't stop just yet...but, the future is always uncertain. But, I know I have a good time for the last year of doing this. Thank you <3

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To the point - 3

Pairing: au!Satoru Gojō x fem!reader Content: All the smut. Add a pinch of dom/sub, a drizzle of bondage, sweeten with pain, let it simmer for a moment. No proofing. A/N: Third and final chapter...and longer than expected.

3. Point taken

I should not have done that. Walking towards your last appointment, you’re not worrying about the floofy, pastel coloured dress you’re wearing (although it’s not your usual go-to style) but what’s underneath it. No one can see it: hidden beneath the almost knee-long, flowy skirt and the silken panties hides the result of a great deal of work that you never had expected to get done. I should. Not. Have done that. But you can’t undo it.

Face glowing hot, you try to ignore the reflection in the glass door as you enter the tattoo parlour. There’s no one around at the front. No sign of other customers in any of the two small rooms...at least it doesn’t seem so judging by the lack of sounds.

“Mind locking and turning the sign?” Gojō’s voice calls from behind the curtain at the left cubicle.

A muted, little croak is the only answer you can offer aside from doing as asked. Get yourself together! The mirrored motion of straightening up, pushing the shoulders back, catches your eye once more. Not bad, if you do say so yourself. Almost...innocent looking. That, of course, would be a lie and knowing that emboldens you enough to keep your head high as you pass the curtain.

“Well, hell-ooo,” Gojō purrs at the sight, eyes travelling over your form appreciatively.

It should have been you saying something to showcase the amazement you feel: everywhere are candles and flowers, in a corner is a beautifully painted box (closed and absolutely curiosity inducing), and music is flowing from Satoru’s docked phone.

He can see enough without the electric lights on? That’s when it hits you that he isn’t wearing the usual sunglasses. Perhaps he’s sensitive to the light. Why’ve I never asked?

“Hop up, princess.”

Technically, he partially lifts you up, large hands wrapping around your waist only to slide down slowly along your thighs before guiding your legs apart and into place. His fingers are hot against your flesh, as he rests your left leg in the cradle. Crystalline gaze tracking the shift of the skirt as it falls towards your hip, baring the work in progress.

“Perhaps -” he pecks a kiss to the inside of your knee -”we should take some precautions this time?”

There’s barely enough air in your lungs to answer. “Such as?”

Gojō grins wickedly. “Getting rid of these.” He curls the fingertips up under the dress, hooking onto the edge of the panties. “Would be a shame to ruin them.”

And then you remember and you catch his hands in yours. “I...I...don’t know if...ermm...”

“So shy, princess. Well...I guess it’s only fair that you aren’t the only one on display.”

And true to his words, he pulls off the t-shirt to grant you with a delicious view – there really is no better word to describe the lithe, muscular build. He isn’t bulky, but each muscle is clearly defined and makes your imagination’s creativity pale. You’re too distracted to notice where he drops the shirt. But you do see his hands go for the button and fly of his jeans and your pussy does respond to the view as he reveals himself fully for the first time, confirming the suspicion from the night you danced with him.

“Better, sweetie?” He saunters back between your legs, each movement enthralling and full of confidence.

Nothing stops you, as you sit up to reach out. Fingertips softly trace the lines of his body and turning him around. There’s a fairly big tattoo on his back and it takes a moment before your can extricate your focus from the individual strokes (symbols) of the pattern to see that the whole makes out wings that move with his shoulders and shoulder blades. It could have been tacky. It is ethereal.

“Like what you see?” He flexes cheekily, a goofy grin banishing the rest of the awkwardness you had accumulated over the last days.

“Oh yes.”

A large hands splays over your pussy, thumb rubbing your inner thigh and sending sparks to your abdomen, your chest. Then it’s gone, and the next touch is that of the needles jabbing into your skin.

Sweet pain mingles with fiery caresses as Gojō carries your through for an hour or more on the verge of ecstasy without once passing the silken barrier and by the time he takes a break to focus completely on you, you’re a whimpering mess, begging for more.

There’s no reason to oppose him as Satoru lifts the dress over your head, leaving you in nothing but your lingerie (which, for once, matches).

“Sweet princess,” he croons against your belly, hands scooting under you to grope your ass, “you want more?”

“Y-yes yees...”

Your own hands are clamped on to the edge of the seat, hips automatically tilting towards him until he pulls away. Through a haze, you see him go and open the box, pulling out something small enough that he can hide it in his hand. Wait...two somethings.

“Can you be a good girl for me?” Of course you can, you will be anything for him. “Put this into your sweet cunt.”

He hands you one of the things: a silicone bullet, smooth and slightly warmed from his touch. There’s no hesitation as you slip your hands beneath the panties, gathering the slick on the toy. It’s not what you had expected, not quite what you need, but it makes you moan to push it past your entrance and feel it almost plop into place. It’s not on purpose when your fingers linger to stroke your folds.

A strong hand clamps around your wrist. “Did I tell you to play with yourself?”

“No-o,” you gasp.

Brilliant eyes have grown icy. “Then why did you?”

“I just...I need m- I need you please.”

He can’t hide the shrewd smile completely. “Only if you’re a good girl. Are you gonna be good from now on?”

“Yesyesyes! I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you.”

Returning your hand to the edge of the seat, he leans in over you, hips pushing against your inner thighs and his cock twitching against your pussy. Gojō’s chest is hard and warm against yours. His lips soft along your jaw.

“Good,” he whispers, “otherwise I’d have to tie you u-” interrupted by an involuntary roll of your hips, his eyes search your features before he continues, “...oh. I see. Are you sure?”

If I’m not allowed to touch and he doesn’t do it? You nod, but it’s probably a new roll of your hips that convinces him to find two leather straps in the box, one for each wrist. He’s gentle as he ties you to the seat, whispering sweet promises and explaining how to navigate this new territory safely. When done, Gojō kisses you agonizingly slow and deep and your brain can’t help but imagine how it would feel if he was using his tongue like that but on your pussy instead. Tense and hot, clenching around nothing...and he smiles as he retracts because he knows and his cock is damp from having pressed against your soaked panties.

“Mmm, perfect,” the words are mumbled against your cleavage and then repeated as he kisses his way down your body in a straight line.

Almost. Almost there. But of course he skips where you need him the most and you have to bite back a whine as he sets to work on the artwork again.

Kisses. Fingers massaging and rubbing. Soft bites. Each sends new jolts through your body, keeping you close to the edge with no risk of toppling over. Want more. As if on cue, a rumble rocks through your cunt, making it clench around the toy you had forgotten all about in your frustration. Maybe it’s a gasp (it could be a moan) and Satoru understands the sentiment perfectly and lets the vibrations continue as your breathing speeds up and you teeter on the verge of the first orgasm -

“Noooo...”

Everything has stopped and Gojō watches your body regain its balance instead of succumbing to pleasure. The bastard had turned off the bullet and no matter how hard your pussy squeezes around the thing, it’s not enough. Straining against the leather of the cuffs, you try to reach down. Your fingers know the motions. Your clit is throbbing. Inner walls weeping. And Satoru looks at you with hooded eyed while running a hand lazily along his length.

...

The base colours are filled in and the millions of jabs with the needles has caused your thigh to ache wonderfully. It’s not enough to distract you from the much deeper burning in your core: a desperation, a longing so profound that words such as grace or dignity have lost their meaning completely. Tears are filling your eyes and dripping down your cheeks as you babble. Begging. Pleading. Sobbing for Gojō to take pity on the wreck of a girl strapped down before him.

“I love the way you sound, princess,” he mumbles against your hip, “adore the way you stutter through my name.” Adept fingers have left the most sensible parts of your body momentarily to wrap up the tattoo. “You’ve been such a good girl.”

It’s impossible to fit together a string of words. Your brain has been reduced to mush and you’re trembling with need as his lean body presses against your flesh, his raging boner pushing at the soaked fabric of your panties. And he purrs, damn it, the man enjoys the sensation of the vibration he’s subjecting you too as they travel outwards.

“Pl-ple-ease!”

“Yeah? No more playing?” Somehow, the blue of his eyes manages to pierce through the haze of tears.

You’re not entirely sure when he frees you wrists. And the surprised growl as he finally pulls your panties off could just as easily have come from miles away. Two licks is all the aching folds are granted before he maps a path up your body, marking each detour with kisses and bites that makes you whimper at the delicious sting. There’s almost no power left in you to sit up like he wants you to...but somehow you manage for long enough to wrap your arms around him so he can unfasten your bra.

“It’s okay, darling,” he nibbles at your earlobe, guiding you onto your back once more, “hang on a bit longer, mm?”

“M-mm,” you nod, happy for the reprieve as the bullet stops.

Next second, the calm is disturbed as Gojō pulls out the toy slowly, leaving you more hollow than ever. A slobbery sound piques your curiosity, fighting against the reduced vision until you see him lick every trace of you off the silicone.

“I can never get enough of your taste,” he groans, winking at you. “

“You...how do...”

No, words are too difficult. It’s not as you really need them anyways, your brain tries to remind you before losing all sense of reality except the one fact that you’re finally feeling a cock head slipping up and down between your folds. Not just any cock, of course.

“Yeah...plea-OH!”

Shock waves of hot pleasure courses through every cell in your body at the sensation of Gojō bottoming out. Without warning, your body is wrecked, taken apart and put together in a heartbeat that lasts forever as your insides spasm and the only thing you can scream in your ecstasy is his name. And he doesn’t even move, just waits for you to come down and catch your breath.

“Hmmm, we need more space, princess.” His voice is strained.

Somehow, the man manages to lift you, still impaled by his erection, and carry you through a backdoor and up to the next floor – to be fair, you’re not thinking too much about it because all you can do is hold on as each step he takes sends aftershocks through your core.

You are aware of the soft feel of a mattress against your knees, realizing that he’s laid down in bed with you straddling him. Please, yes. It’s impossible to say where it comes from – probably the desperate craving that hasn’t been satisfied enough – but new energy tugs at your limbs until your sitting upright and your hips begin to roll. Every time he says your name,  you reward him by pulling nearly all the way off and then sinking back down.

“Why’d I wait so long?” Satoru groans, his fingers digging into your ass. “Feel so...amazing.”

“Yeah? Gonna let me be good to you?”

Gojō seems to be the one struggling for words now as he thrusts up into you with each roll, trying to speed up despite your effort to keep it slow. It’s not long before he lifts you up and down by the waist, praising the bounce of your breasts and asking you to play with them. Of course you comply.

“Fuck!” He pulls you off, scrambling to get behind you and pushing you forward on knees and elbows. “Ready, babe?”

“Gimme, please.”

You're aching for him inside, a deep longing for the balancing act between the pain and satisfaction he can grant you. Breath reduced to superficial whimpers. Hands clenching the sheets. All the anticipation building up to the point that you're shaking as you feel him align himself. Deep...hard, the inner voice keens.

It's neither. Frustratingly slow, Satoru fills you again, underlining the discovery of the bumps and quivers against his length with wonderfully delicious moans.

"Wanted to do this at the club," he growls strained, "slide into heaven. Feel your tight cunt around me as we danced." Finally bottoming out, Gojō's hips stutter and his fingers hold tight enough to bruise your hips in his efforts to still you both. "Fuck, princess! You're so damn perfect, I wouldn't have been able to hold back."

"You wouldn't have had to," you whine, core fluttering at his words.

Slowly, he begins to thrust into you and for a moment the only sounds are from two sets of panting breaths and an obscene squelching. One hand trails up your side only to return via the spine, nails scoring to set your nerves ablaze.

"I think it was worth it," he purrs, "this view? Beautiful. And no loud music to cover your sounds." As if to prove the point, he rams in deep to make you cry out again and again.

You're right at the verge, the dizzying precipice begging for that last stroke to push you over the edge and fly on the updrafts – and the second before it happens, Gojō's strong arms pull you up flush against his chest and he growls into your ear to scream his name. The change of angle, the command, or maybe the feeling his teeth digging into your earlobe as he pulls you down hard on his cock has you cumming with him.

Rather than an explosion or waves, the bliss concentrates heavy and hot and spreads its blinding rays outwards until there is nothing but deeply saturated satisfaction.

You come to you senses sitting on his lap, his arms wrapped tight around you for support for both. Satoru's chest is heaving against your back, but he's still capable of peppering your skin with kisses.

"I know we got work to do still on your thigh but..." his tongue catches your earlobe, making you hum with delight, "be mine, princess?"

It takes a second before you can talk. "Is there any doubt that I am already?"

"Nope...but I like the way you presented your heart to me," you hear him smile.

[yayteaberry]

*SFW* Sunflower (Momo)

In retrospect, you may have had a crush on Momo from the moment you officially met her. That would’ve been your third year of school, when you came to Japan.

You were born in America but the hero programs in any state didn’t compare to UA, so your parents moved to Sakai to pursue your education in the hopes that it’d give you an edge. And that’s how you met Momo, instantly making friends with her as she seemed like she needed one.

Naturally you’ve always been extroverted, Momo being a more reclusive child meant that it was a perfect contrast of excitability to her peacefulness.

For some reason you were enamored with her, you’d follow her to the ends of the earth if she asked it of you. A strong bond formed that way, that promise to be there for each other goes both ways. Honestly you might be in love with her at this point.

It’d be difficult to say you weren’t, everything she did seemed perfect to you. She’s incredibly smart, adorable near constantly, admirable in her goals, there isn’t a thing you would change even if you could.

Today has gone the usual pace, extremely boring until combat training, and extremely boring after. Taking English seems a little unnecessary to you right now, but you do understand that a large part of marketing depends on western audiences since they’re the ones who tend to go overboard on obsessing over such things.

All in all, you find it worth it since Momo loves the current unit studying the Shakespeare play ‘romeo and juliet’.

“It’s just so romantic!”, Momo gushes before taking a sip of tea, “I can’t stop thinking about that quote, ‘A rose by any name would smell as sweet’.”

You nod, “It really is.”

The both of you are relaxing in the dorms common room, idly watching a show you’ve never seen before on TV. She’s sat next to you on the couch, legs crossed with her plate for her cup resting on her upper thigh, you sitting as unladylike as humanly possible per the usual.

“Roses are romantic in general, I’d hope to encapsulate their atmosphere of love and dedication. Maybe someday I’ll remind someone of one.”, she says wistfully.

You shake your head with a chuckle, “Well you’ve never reminded me of one, I think they’re overrated. You remind me of a sunflower.”

“Is that a crack at my height?”, she quips dryly, putting her cup down with a quiet ‘clink’.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure I’m an inch taller for one,”, you say passively as you sit up, invested in the fight scene playing out, “and for two it’s because of who you are as a person. They’re tall, sure, but nobody really thinks of that first when they think of one.”

“Well what do they think of?” She asks curiously, more focused on you than the TV.

“Warmth. Comfort. Strength. A rose is delicate, they need a specific type of dirt, a specific allotment of water per day or they’ll wilt and die. Sunflowers are resilient and function with anything thrown their way. They root themselves in rocky soil, they withstand hostile wind, it’s common for them to be the only sunflower in that particular spot despite all those aesthetic pictures of ‘em in fields.” You aren’t thinking about what you’re saying, just letting it all flow freely without the usual censoring you do. “They’re a beautiful flower no matter what, but they handle themselves with a composition that roses couldn’t ever hope to achieve. When I think of a rose I think of a borderline sickly and needy little thing, when I think of a sunflower I think of tenacity and adaptability.”

Too absorbed into the show, you don’t see the pink across the bridge of her nose or the way her eyes are wide open, unsure of how she should respond, so she doesn’t. You barely remember you’ve said anything at all, time passing smoothly for you.

Though you lose interest once all the action is over, turning to see what Momo is up to since she’s been quiet for a while. Like she usually does when lost in thought, she’s got her eyebrows knitted together as she stares a hole into the carpet, drumming her fingers along her cup.

“Whatcha thinkin about?”, you ask as you scoot closer to her, breaking her out of her mental labyrinth.

She blinks a few times and offers an odd laugh, “O-Oh! Nothing, just… Nothing! It’s nothing.”

“Okay?”, you say with a drawn out O, “You absolutely sure it’s nothing?” 

With a nod she stands, dropping the cup's plate onto the floor. She swipes it up before you can even bend over for it, hurriedly shuffling off towards the dorm kitchen without another word.

You just sit in place, seriously confused over the abnormal behavior.

… Did what’s playing on TV bother her? Sometimes she thinks about the logistics of certain things too hard but there’s nothing that happened that should upset her like that.

After a solid ten minutes passes and she doesn’t return, you follow her into the kitchen to see if she’s still there.

She is, just as you suspected, leaning against the counter with a hand at the side of her face as she’s gotten lost in thought again.

"Hey?", you say to announce your presence, which doesn't work to get her attention so you stand beside her and give a concerned hum, "Momo?"

That works well enough, her jumping slightly. "Y-yes?"

 "Are you okay? You're not usually like this, what's wrong?", worrying for her well-being leaks into your words, tone drenched with it.

"... It's just...", she pauses to give a frustrated grunt at her inability to express herself how she internally wants, "Just, I can't stop thinking about what you said."

Your heart sinks into your stomach at that, what did you say to her!?

"I guess I didn't see how much I feared that I was fragile, I tend to stiffen up sometimes and I'm more sheltered than others because of my well off background. It means a lot that you said what you did, validates me more than I thought I needed." She smiles and sighs, "More so, I don't understand why it's making me react like this." It's now that you notice how her cheeks are tinted pink, her awkward posture adding to her cute appearance.

"Huh, I'm glad I could help you feel better then.", you say as you force your eyes off of her and onto the coffee pot across the room. 

"Hearing that was nearly hypnotizing, I couldn't stop staring at you!", she giggles as she speaks, "It's like that made me fall in love with you even more!" At first you were going to laugh with her but that second sentence has you frozen, sight locked onto her as you turn bright red. 

She meets your eyes and neither of you can do anything now, locked into a standstill as her words hang in the air. You're looping it over and over in your head already, only able to remember bits and pieces of what you'd said to her earlier despite how desperately you're tugging at your memory.

Does... She feels the same..?

You open your mouth to speak but only huff with a nervous chuckle, rubbing at the back of your neck as your brain turns to mush. A second attempt proves just as successful, until you decide to just go for it. Fuck it, you've been holding back on this for years now.

"Momo," you say tenderly as you take both of her hands into yours, "I think... N-No, it's definite, I know that how I feel about you is concrete."

Her eyes glance down to your lips briefly, tempting you to do the same, finding that it makes you light headed to indulge in thinking about how plush her lips are. She takes care of herself extremely well, her skin is always so ungodly soft and you know those lips have to be the same, it's a guilty pleasure of yours to daydream about what it'd be like.

Here's your chance.

Taking the lead, you lean in close with hesitance, gauging her reaction. Like a deer in headlights she stands in place, though when you stop moving you notice that she'd been leaning in too. Your heart feels like it might pop from the tension, her hands squeezing yours in anticipation.

"Heya, kero.", chirps Tsuyu as she wanders into the kitchen innocently, not noticing the moment she was now a part of because she's making a line straight for the fridge, unaware of the position you're in.

Just as your lips brush against hers you recoil to turn towards your friend, letting go of Momo as you turn tomato red, ears burning with embarrassment.

"Hi!", you nearly shout back with way too much volume, smiling tensely, taking a step away from Momo.

Tsuyu grabs a can of soda and closes the fridge, opening it as she looks directly at you both. "... Is everything okay here?"

"Yes! Perfect! Couldn't be better!", you nearly cut her off with your over-enthusiastic response. You go to spare Momo a glance only to watch as she flees the scene, making you jealous and lonely at the same time.

Tsuyu hums sarcastically, “Sure. Better go say something to her before the moment passes.”

“What moment?” Even you have to admit that you’re a terrible liar.

She rolls her eyes as she pops the tab on her can, calmly walking towards the common room.

You give yourself a second to panic before you lightly jog towards the girls wing, knowing she’s likely smothering herself in her bed right now.

When you get to her door, you find yourself hesitating.

She’s your best friend! You can totally talk to her about this!

… Except that you just confirmed your feelings for her, something you’ve never talked about in any way.

Neither of you have ever discussed having a crush with one another, it just didn’t happen intense enough to merit a conversation. You make a jokes about how you’re likely a lesbian, does that count?

Ah why is this so difficult! She was about to kiss you, she feels the same way you do! Unless she didn’t… Oh god what if she wasn’t doing anything because she wasn’t into it. Oh god! How can you ever be near her again if she actually did mean that comment as a joke?

Is that why she ran off? Does she need time alone? Would you be intruding? Is this crossing a line?

In the middle of your anxiety digging a hole into your brain, her door opens, snapping you out of it.

There she stands, as pink as ever, fidgeting with her hands as she keeps her sight firmly on the floor. You try to say something but your words catch in your throat, rendering both of you useless for the moment.

“I-I think I’m in love with you!”, in blurt-mode you say that at an unacceptable volume for such a phrase, hands balled at your sides to help you force it out. “No one compares to you in my life, t-there’s never been anyone like you that I’ve even heard about! And, and I just, god, Momo I wanna kiss you so bad it’s stupid,”

Like a caveman pouring her heart out, you put it all on the table, awaiting the response of the potential love of your life. She’s not fragile physically but emotionally she really can be, for a moment you contemplate whether you ruined everything by being so upfront.

Though it’s all dismissed when she surprises you by closing the gap and kissing you, grabbing at your forearms to keep balance. Your eyes are wide, secretly enthralled by how determined her expression is, her eyes tightly closed.

When she pulls away you follow closely to give her one of your own, face aching from the continual blushing you’ve done for the last ten minutes. She doesn’t stop you, soft hands cradling your jaw as you wrap your arms around her, her knees going weak prompting you to take a few steps into her room to keep her standing. 

This time you allow her to pull away, heart once again dropping to see that she’s on the verge of tears. “Are you okay?”, you ask as you loosely let go, not moving any.

“Y-Yeah! I um…”, she clears her throat, blinking away at the water blurring her sight, “For so long I’ve been so scared you didn’t feel the same, a-and I got scared I was projecting onto you. But, this is happening, and… It feels really good…”

You’re moved by that, sniffling with a wide smile. “Jeeze, and here I was thinking the exact same thing. Kinda dumb of us both, huh?”

From the doorway Mina laughs, “We’re lesbians, I think it comes with the territory to be stupid.”

“God damn, is every girl here gay? My gay-dar doesn’t work at all.”, you ask yourself with a huff, pinching at the bridge of your nose.

Momo shoves her face into your shoulder and mumbles to herself, “Why can’t we just be alone…”

“Wait! How long have you been there!”, you ask with confusion, turning to look towards your pink friend.

“Like two seconds, I just sensed something happening when I heard yelling and had to come see! I’m so glad you two talked things out, it was so intense waiting for this.”, she says with the usual excitement reserved for a reality show.

“Are - were we that obvious?” Incredulous, you raise your eyebrows as you sift over what this all must’ve looked like from a distance.

“Mhm”, she takes her cellphone out as she talks, “I thought you guys were already dating until I found out you weren’t! Everyone is gonna be psyched!”

“Everyone!?”, both you and Momo exclaim, filled with dread at the prospect of becoming a piece of gossip to be spread around. Well, spread around for the second time apparently.