I have finally published my first Klaine fic! (I currently have three other WIPs so I'm hoping this is just the beginning for me and writing at last!)
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Explicit - One-Shot - 4916 Words - Klaine AU
Summary:
AU where Blaine never confessed his feelings for Kurt back when they were at Dalton together. Kurt transferred back to McKinley and the two of them lost touch. However, it's now Blaine's first day at NYADA, and he finds himself faced with the boy from his past, now very much a man, and feelings resurface.
Based loosely on When Did You Get Hot by Sabrina Carpenter.
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E rated omegaverse fic with pathetic bottom alpha!Rumi, omega!Zoey and omega!Mira.
To say that Rumi was terrified would be an understatement.
Her palms pressed against her pajama pants as she stood in front of Mira's room, feebly attempting to dry her hands before she went inside to be with them. Her pack mates' scents coming between the cracks of the door was strong. Eagerness and excitement from Zoey swam along the distinct smell of Mira, and she couldn't help but feel stupid over being so nervous.
They were her pack.
Her family.
There was no reason to be afraid of them; they loved her.
They loved her. Rumi took a shaky breath as she wrapped her arms around herself. Her hand grasped onto her sweatshirt above her patterns as she repeated the words in her mind. They loved her.
Her hand reached for the door handle before she could stop herself, and she felt the tension leave her shoulders when Zoey and Mira's gaze met hers.
"Rumi!"
Hi! I'm new to this blog and to the writing community on here, but I'm excited to be here!
The first thing I have to share is this short story I wrote in high school a while ago that I'm proud of!
Unexpected
Sahara has an unexpected meeting at the cafe with an old acquaintance she wronged in the past.
Every day the unexpected happens.
Whether it be finding a dollar bill previously left crumbled and forgotten in your coat pocket or looking into your bag to see you've left behind your wallet. Sometimes, what we are told is impossible turns out to happen. Today's unexpected happening is the rain trickling down from the sky onto the pedestrians strolling across the sidewalk. Each were unprepared for the precipitation wetting their coats. They’d convinced themselves that rain was impossible. Everyone had learned to trust the weather reporter, after all.
Many people filed into stores and other buildings. Each one's warm lighting seemed to offer promise of a coziness that could only be described as homey. A nearby coffee shop stood close by, it's incandescent lighting a welcoming invitation for the weary. An open sign hung sturdy and unwavering on the entrance. Open signs only started swaying when the door itself was opened by Sahara Dean; a passerby wandering inside for protection from the cool drops that caught the city off-guard.
Home was a word that perfectly described the little shop. Bustling with activity it was not, but the single patron and barista's conversation managed to bring life to the place all on its own. Two pairs of eyes turned to Sahara. One set regarded her in a curious fashion; the second set of eyes belonged to that of the patron whose face seemed almost familiar. It was similar to that of a dream: unreal yet somehow real despite that. An offered smile from the barista brought Sahara towards the pair. Taking up the seat beside the only patron, she watched as the other stiffened. Whatever had caused that reaction was impossible to tell, but Sahara chose to ignore it in favor of ordering a coffee.
Once she placed her order, the barista set to the task of brewing it. A calming aroma wafted throughout the little shop, overpowering anything else. Just the smell was enough to create an atmosphere all on its own. A hand was extended by the other patron and Sahara took it.
"Hey there, my name’s Paige White,” At that, she hesitated, debating whether to keep talking, “Sorry for bothering you, but are you, um- are you Sahara?"
Sahara nodded, a gesture that was followed by a soft hum of deep thought and a distracted look. Paige White rang a bell that she couldn't quite place the source of. An alarm that one couldn't remember the purpose of. There, but details that have since been pushed away and forgotten.
Clinking of glass on the counter captured Sahara's attention from her inner thoughts. Mumbling a thanks, she took the glass mug set out on the table and blew on the steaming liquid. Awaiting the cooling of her drink, Sahara decided to fill the growing silence.
"Have we met?" A question directed at Paige that was met with the sound of a quick, humorless laugh.
"You don't know how disappointing it is to hear you say that."
Such a vague statement only brought about more confusion clouding Sahara’s mind. Trickles of guilt dripped into her conscience as the other girl's expression oozed a pitiful aura that overturned any previous feelings into empathy.
"Why? How do we know each other?"
Paige drew a deep breath, the words requiring great effort to get out, "We were in middle school together. Honors English."
Adolescent years had been an unceasing nightmare. Memories of that time were scrambled and blurred, only the remembrance of certain, powerful feelings remained. Fear and anger were the most apparent ones. Looking back on them brought a burning sensation. Burning with rage at herself, at the people around her, at the world. Lungs burning in a struggle to take in some kind of air in an effort to run, in an effort to survive. Pain that devoured so much that all that was left behind was the feeling of being burned alive. Those feelings weren't a very pleasant thing to look back on.
"I don't really remember much of middle school."
"Neither do I." --- Paige's arm twitched--- "We were friends. At least, I thought of you as one. But, well, I thought everyone was my friend, so I wouldn't blame you if you didn't think of me as one."
Sahara wrapped her hands around the glass of hot chocolate. Warmth from the mug seeped itself into her hands. Hot, but not too hot. Rather than responding immediately, she brought the drink to her mouth and sipped from the glass mug. At the motion, however, Paige seemed to shrink into her chair a moment.
Despite the obvious hesitance, she continued, albeit with a nervous tremor in her voice, "Anyways, um, as I was saying, we met right outside English class. I was really excited about it and skipping around, and I was- I mean, it was probably-"
Sahara ---to her ever-growing horror--- finally realized just who Paige was. "You were that girl I bullied.”
Now recognizing the person sitting in front of her, she remembered becoming violent on multiple occasions throughout the years. Envy was the motivation, as she recalled. Why didn't she get to smile like that? Why was she the only one who didn't get to feel the same happiness everyone else did? At the time, inflicting the same pain she was feeling seemed the reasonable response. Everyone else was happy and she needed someone to accompany her in her misery. Nobody understood, so she had to make them understand.
"What I did was wrong. You... I was going through some stuff. I was... angry. And I took it out on you. I shouldn't have hurt you like that. You didn't deserve it."
Sahara paused to gauge how Paige was reacting. While still on edge, her posture was a little taller---a little less anxious. “I didn't know how to control my anger back then. I saw you standing there with that huge smile on your face, and, well, I was reminded of everything I wasn't, and everything that I wanted to be, everything that I was supposed to be. I wanted to drag you down with me. So... I did. And that was wrong. I remember what happened back then. I may not have recognized you at first, but I remember. And if it helps at all, I’ve regretted who I was for years. I'm sorry."
Relaxed more than ever since she walked in, Paige offered her a small smile. Too quickly that smile disappeared and was replaced with a thoughtful and somewhat resigned expression. Taking a sip of her drink, it was obvious Paige was simply formulating a response.
"I really want to forgive you. I really do. But I'm not... I'm not over it. When I look at you, I don't feel safe. I still feel scared and panicked and anxious, and... I digress. My point is, when I see you, I can't stop thinking of it. All those times I was pinned against the wall and punched and" --she paused, her trembling hands clutching her mug-- "No matter how much I’d love to forget everything you did to me, I can’t. It isn’t going away. That's probably not the answer you wanted, and I'm... I really appreciate your apology. I think I can forgive you. Maybe not now, but... someday."
Sahara sent a glance down at her reflection muddled by the dark brown liquid. Had she ever really changed? Paige’s reaction was a lot better than she would have thought. There was a promise of a second chance in her words, and Sahara was eager to accept it.
“Here,” A receipt was slid in front of her, messy numbers hurriedly scribbled on, “I have to go, but here’s my number if you want to text me... I’ll see you later.”
uh i think he would start fucking my cunt faster when he realizes how good it feels. it’s partly uncontrollable, he just can’t help it, it’s partly out of anger when he realizes what he missed out on for so long, and why he didn’t rail me sooner.
i’d beg him to slow down, to be gentle, but he would just cover my mouth and rail me harder. why else would i agree to let someone so much bigger and stronger on top of me? what did i think was going to happen?
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Surprise updates! I’ve been posting the last few chapters of The Nine Mindgames of Aizawa Shouta this week. The grand finale will be posted this Friday so stick around for the reveal of the mystery ‘agent’ (read: prankster)!
SUMMARY: With the recent attacks on UA students, Nezu has decided to ensure his faculty's situational awareness in a more... creative manner. One person from the hero course staff or students will be chosen as the 'agent'. Their goal-- to avoid detection until they've completed their list of test scenarios. And of course, the winner will get a prize of their choosing, from Nezu himself.
They're professional heroes-- how hard could this be?
a, b, v, and w for ryuji if thats alright? thank you!
that’s a-okay with me! hope you enjoy these, and thanks for the request!!
i’ve got another batch of ryuji content on the way since i’ve got another request for him, so look forward to that! (i’ll update this with a link when it’s done)
Goda Ryuji N/S/F/W Alphabet A, B, V, W
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
He’d probably just pass out, to be honest, especially if your relationship is in its early stages. To him, sex is just a way to make him feel good and not much else—at least that’s what he thought before your relationship progressed. Every once in a blue moon, though, he’ll clean you up and listen to your pillow talk with a warm smile on his face, just enjoying being there with you. He’d never admit it if asked, instead, waving it off as being too disinterested in getting up to do work, being too comfortable to move (despite him literally being up to get a towel a few minutes ago), or that he was trying to fall asleep but couldn’t just yet. Despite his very obvious lies, he won’t hesitate to snuggle up to you and fall asleep.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His favorite body parts of his are his hands. Powerful enough to bring men to their knees and skilled enough to bring you to yours. His favorite part on you would probably be your thighs, especially when they squeeze tight around his face or his waist. He loves rubbing and/or squeezing them when you’re sitting on or near him, and likes to lay his head down on them when he’s feeling a little down or lethargic—thick or thin, they make for great pillows.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
It is physically impossible for this man to be quiet. Even if he’s fucking you in his office, he’ll be as loud as he damn pleases and encourages you to do the same. It makes sex even better since now the whole world knows that you belong to him and he belongs to you, and no one can ever make either of you feel as good as he can, and no one can ever make him feel as good as you can. His noises would mainly consist of grunts with not much variety. If you lick a sweet spot while sucking his dick, nip at a particularly sensitive part of his neck, or scratch his back hard enough, you might earn a groan or two.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
His favorite thing to do is carry or hold you before, during, and after sex. Nothing is better than scooping you up, tossing you over his shoulder and throwing you on the bed before going down on you or holding you tight up against a door as he fucks you right through it.
Chapter Thirteen - It's been one year. Kurt and Blaine return to the bar where they met to celebrate.
Summary: After a chance meeting at a crowded bar leads to an unexpectedly intimate night, Blaine wakes up in a strangers bed with a headache and a meeting he can't be late for. In his haste, there were no names exchanged, no numbers left behind, only the lingering warmth of a connection that felt rare and real. When Kurt wakes up alone, he strangely doesn't feel as disappointed as he thought he might. Instead of regret or shame, both men carry the quiet hope that what they shared wasn’t meant to end there. As they return to their routines in an overcrowded city, they're left wondering whether some encounters are meant to stay fleeting, or whether possibility and coincidence could bring them back to each other.
Rating: Explicit
Chapter 13 Prompts: Call Me, Tiptoes, You Said. Explicit chapter.
Truly cannot believe how long I left this without an update, and for that I can only apologize! I hope you enjoy this chapter - not beta'd so any glaring typos please let me know!
