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shawtuzi · 11 months

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i’m having thee worst plug!eren brainrot rn so here’s some random hc’s for himmm

mdni///cw include: black coded reader, SMUT, a whole lotta tooth rotting fluff, drug usage, major gun kink, talks of mommy and daddy issues, some grisha slander heh, not proofread so there may be some spelling mistakes :((

♡ so it’s goes without saying he is one of those ppl that has no idea what to do when someone’s crying in front of him. he grew up in a household where if he was ever caught crying he’d be told to suck it up and act like a man :(( so it’s very hard for him to find the right words to say or do the right actions when comforting someone. on the bright side he has gotten better at it since he’s met you.

♡ the first time you cried in front of him was when you made the horrible decision to show him the movie ‘my sisters keeper’ and you were an absolute mess by the time the credits rolled. “are you….are you crying?” he asked absolutely flabbergasted that you were crying, sure the movie was sad but was it really that sad?? (yes it is). “of c-course im sad *hiccup* did you not watch any of the damn movie?” you sniffled crossing your arms over you chest. instead of talking about it any further eren just pulled you onto his lap and tucked your face in his neck muttering out a ‘whatever you say weirdo.’ after witnessing many moments like that he’s wayyy better at handling your lil emotional self.

♡ he’s surprisingly a natural with kids!!! one of his homeboys has a three year old daughter who is absolutely too precious for her own good and every time eren sees her he can’t help but turn into a pile of mush. he doesn’t do the whole baby talk thing though he’ll talk to that little girl like she’s one of the homies much to your dismay. one time he bought her a barbie car as a present and the gesture was adorable a first until he opened his damn mouth, “and if any of those kids at the park mess with you just run them over with this and they’ll leave you alone okay? listen to your uncle eren he knows his shit.” that earned him a smack upside the head from you and an exhausted head shake from his homeboy. he rlly is too much.

♡ seeing you with his homies daughter also ignited something in him he’s never ever felt before. eren could never see himself as a dad, maybe the cool uncle but nothing more than that. but goddamn seeing you handle kids makes him wanna buy a big ass house and give you as many kids as you’ll let him—hence his raging breeding kink that appears from time to time. you always wondered why he got so riled up every time he saw you with his friends daughter and then it all started to make sense one night when he was fucking you like a madman and kept moaning n panting about how pretty you’d look carrying his kids. you both came to an agreement that kids were off the table for a while but it didn’t make it any less fun when he stuffed you full of his cum until he was basically shooting blanks.

♡ “g-goddamn fuck y/n,” eren groaned into your ear, emptying his fourth load into your aching pussy. you were absolutely spent—nothing but a babbling, brain dead mess. you thought eren would’ve been too tired as well, but when he pulled his face outta your neck he still had that mischievous glint in eyes that had you folded up in the first place. “m’still hard,” he whispered making you whimper. “no…n-no more ren too sensitive,” you whined making eren hum. he glanced at your thighs that were still shaking from the aftershocks of you previous orgasm, then looked back into your eyes. you knew what he was hinting at and meekly nodded your head making him smile. he slowly pulled out of your pussy, gently shushing you when he heard you whine before sitting back on his knees. he pushed your thighs together and quickly slipped his dick between the pillowy skin, groaning at how soft you felt. “yeah…that’s it you feel so good mama,” he grunted pulling his kiss swollen bottom lip between his teeth. every once in a while he dick would glide across your overly sensitive clit making you mewl. it didn’t take long for eren to reach his peak once again and without warning he parted your thighs and shoved his dick back into your pussy knocking all the air out of your lungs. “so good….always so good for me. my perfect girl i love you do much,” eren muttered breathlessly into your ear.

♡ his love language is words of affirmation hands down!!!! he practically purrs like a kitten when you tell him how much you love him and how much he means to you :((

♡ i don’t think it’s any surprise he’s got some pretty bad mommy AND daddy issues. losing carla at a young age had a monumental impact on him as a kid and grisha didn’t even deserve the title of being a father. his whole life he’s never been able to be vulnerable in front of anyone until he met you ofc. you were his light, his safe haven and he didn’t know what he did to deserve someone as caring and nurturing as you but he never dared question it. you’d only seen him cry one time in front of you and it was when you went with him to visit carla’s grave. he looked like he was holding so much in and it absolutely broke your heart. “it’s okay to be upset eren you don’t ever have to put on that tough façade for me,” you whispered pressing a kiss to his trembling lips that was full of so much love and care he could’ve sobbed. he still has his moments where he closes his emotions off from you but day by day you’re slowly breaking down those walls he built up all those years.

♡ he is a true crime girly!!! he’s one of those ppl that can go to sleep watching the i.d. channel and still sleep peacefully.

♡ you’re a tad bit too clumsy for your own good so eren keeps a thing of bandaids and alcohol in his car and then a small lil box of sanrio themed bandaids in your purse. you thought he was absolutely ridiculous for keeping them on standby until you used damn near all the sanrio themed bandaids.

♡ “not so ridiculous for keeping these around now am i huh?” he chuckled putting the bandaid on your scraped knee. you didn’t say anything instead letting out an annoyed huff, but the annoyance quickly went away when he gave your knee three kisses. “my clumsy girl,” he snickered giving your pouting lips a kiss. “s’not my fault these heels are just too tall,” you mumbled kicking them off in annoyance. eren smirked and reached behind his seat pulling out a pair of fluffy slides, “i knew you’d get annoyed with them eventually—put these on instead,” he said setting the slides on your lap. you tried to your bratty act up but you just couldn’t stop the smile that crept on your glossed up lips, “you’re the best renny,” you giggled giving his cheek a kiss. “i know i am.” cocky ass mf.

♡whenever y’all are at your place it’s such a sight seeing this big, strong, mean man all comfortable in your pink fluffy blankets n cuddling with your squishmallows even though he supposedly has beef w them—but let me not even get into that seriously. sometimes after he’s done beating your pussy up he’ll grab two of your plushies and make them hump each other pretending it’s the two of you.

♡ “yes yes yes eren!” eren moaned on a high pitched voice making your cheeks burn in embarrassment. you tried snatching the plushies from his grip but it was no use he was too damn strong. “oh my godddd eren enough!” you whined smacking his chest, leaving a red handprint in the making. eren’s jaw dropped and he turned to you his brows furrowed, “now that wasn’t very nice was it?” he said turning his head to plushie. “not very nice at all,” he said dropping his voice an octave making you giggle. you moved yourself onto his stomach and grabbed the plushies, tossing them aside. “m’sorry baby,” you pouted giving the red mark a sweet kiss, “let me make it up to you.” and that’s how you ended up face down ass up while eren pounded you from behind, the force making you grab onto your plushies for dear life.

♡ he’s very very into gunplay and it’s all your fault. that day you asked him so nicely to fuck your mouth with his glock was the day you created a monster.

♡ one night you both were at a block party and ‘get low’ by lil jon started playing and you couldn’t help but make your way over to where everyone was dancing and join in. eren admired you from the side taking a hit of his blunt every once in a while. you looked so damn good it was criminal. the way your denim mini skirt began to ride up your thick thighs from dancing had eren’s dick jumping in his pants. while you were dancing you suddenly felt a pair of strong arms around you and knew exactly who it was. “you look so fine dancing out here you’re killing me baby,” he chuckled pushing your backside into his front and that’s when you felt it. you froze in your spot making eren smirk, “you okay mama?” he asked pressing a wet kiss to your neck. not even five minutes later you dragged eren to his car and bounced on his dick while while you sucked on his glock. even though the windows were blacked out anyone with eyes could tell what was happening with the way the car bounced and jostled. “fuck just like that baby make a mess on this dick,” eren groaned, pushing the glock deeper into your mouth.

♡ it didn’t stop there either sometimes eren liked to have you point the gun at his head while he fucked you. “look at my sweet girl holding my—goddamn m-my fucking gun. so damn naughty hm?” he grinned loving the way you were struggling to hold it against his head.

♡ his only social media is instagram and it’s basically a fanpage dedicated to you. his profile pic? a picture of him laying on your ass with the biggest smile on his face. his pinned photos? a picture of you and him with matching grills, one of you both wearing ski masks while his gun is pointed at the camera beam on and everything, and the other one is a pic of you two in a photo booth—you were smiling oh so prettily while one of your boobs was in his mouth. he only follows a few of his friends and the only girl he follows is you ofc not bc you made him only follow you he just chose too <333

♡ now after eren gets locked up life is a little bit different than it used to be. since being a dealer was out of the question he started working at an auto body shop w connie and although he wasn’t making as much money as he was before he still provided for you in every way. you didn’t mind the lack of expensive gifts in the slightest you were just happy your renny was back in your arms. he worked a lot more than he used to which left you a lot more needy for his touch and attention but he always made sure to take care you even after an excruciatingly long day at work.

♡ “missed you so much ren today went by so slow,” you whined against his lips as he fucked into you. he was pretty tired so he went a little slower than he usual fast pace but you didn’t mind in the slightest. “missed you too mama. you’re so sweet f’having dinner ready for me n’ helping me out in the shower,” he groaned pushing his thumb into your mouth which you greedily sucked. he always took a shower as soon as he got off, not wanting to get any oil or other grime from the shop on your pretty clothes. you couldn’t stand to not be in his arms a minute longer so you followed him into the shower and just wrapped your arms around his toned stomach while he showered not saying a word. little did you know in just a few days he’d be taking you on a vacation to barbados (somewhere you’ve been dying to visit) and while you both were there he planned on making you his forever by putting a fat rock on your finger.

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theostrophywife · 9 months

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okay for fluff prompts with Eris I would love to see something where Eris is touch starved and desperate for affection from his mate/significant other

like you wanna be loved.

author's note: i've been listening to a ton of ed sheeran lately hence this request being inspired by this song.

eris vanserra never learned how to be soft.

for his entire immortal existence, he was taught that affection was synonymous to weakness and to crave such things were beneath a future high lord. even after beron's demise, it was still hard for eris to admit that he desired that connection just like everyone else.

eris didn't realize how starved he was of affection until the first time you touched him. it was during the day of his coronation, in the great ballroom of the forest house. a crowd had gathered to see the high priestess place the rosewood crown upon his head. despite the fact that he had plotted and schemed his way into this exact moment for centuries, eris was terrified.

what if he was a terrible high lord? what if he failed his court? what if his greatest fear came true and he turned out to be exactly like his father?

eris would've spiraled into his thoughts had he not felt your fingers intertwining through his. the warmth of your hand anchored him to the present and his heart squeezed in his chest as he found you smiling up at him. the mating bond hadn't snapped yet, but at the back of his mind, eris had always known.

it was you. it had always been you.

"you're going to be the best high lord the autumn court has ever seen, eris."

"how can you be so sure?"

you tilted your head, brushing your thumb over his knuckles. "because i believe in you."

you had spoken with such conviction that it chased away all of his doubts. as he assumed his responsibilities as high lord, you became his constant. you were the anchor that brought him back to the present.

when he found himself frustrated during tense council meetings, you were there to squeeze his hand underneath the table. when he forgot to eat while toiling through the court's budget, you curled up on the couch with him, resting your leg atop his lap as you shared freshly baked bread and strawberry jam. and when the nightmares came, he let you hold him all through the night, focusing on nothing but the soft cadence of your breath and the warmth of your arms around him.

"you're always taking care of everyone," you said softly, brushing the hair out of his eyes. "it's okay to admit that you need to be taken care of too. let me be that for you, eris."

eris blinked, drinking your words in. he didn't think you realized what this moment meant to him. you were giving him permission to be vulnerable. you were teaching him that desiring love wasn't weak. in fact, it might have been the bravest and strongest that eris had ever felt.

vulnerability was uncharted waters, but for you, for his mate, he was willing to dive in headfirst. slowly but surely, your mate let you in and eris felt the sunlight of your love fill the dark corners of his calloused heart. before he could talk himself out of it, eris reached for you.

eris had kissed others before, but it had never been like this. his hands shook as he cradled your cheek. when your eyes met, there was such tenderness in his gaze that your chest tightened at the sight of him. his expression was raw and unguarded, like he was holding his heart in his hands and offering it up to you.

when his lips touched yours, eris felt like he had finally come home. your kisses were soft and tender, full of pining and yearning. he gently cradled your face and the thought that he was holding his entire world between his hands struck him just as you sighed in satisfaction. eris held you like he was afraid you might disappear. he kissed you again, long and deep this time before pressing his forehead against yours.

"you have to know," eris murmured, his voice full of passion and emotion. "surely you must know what you mean to me."

you smiled as tears blurred your vision. "i may have an inkling," you teased. "but it wouldn't hurt to hear you say it."

"i love you," eris said plainly as though he was reciting the infallible truth. as though his love for you had always been and will always be long after the world ceased existing. "i love you in a way that i never thought myself capable of. i love you as surely as the rising of the sun. i love you because you taught me that i could."

the tears fell as you looked up at eris. before you met him, love had always seemed like a vast concept that you would never be able to grasp, but now the word itself seemed inadequate to describe the gravity of what you felt for him.

"i love you too, eris." you placed his hand over your heart. "i love you so much that i don't think there's enough room in my heart to contain it."

eris closed his eyes and released a breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding. "i think you're my best friend."

you smiled in return. "i know you're my best friend and the love of my life."

"and the love of my life," eris repeated. "and every other life that i've ever existed in."

that four letter word—love. it hadn't been enough to describe whatever this was between you, but there was another that could. you and eris felt the exact moment that golden thread snapped between you.

mate.

#I CRAVE THE SWEET RELEASE OF DEATH #i love eris so much oh my god #eris #eris vanserra #eris vanserra fluff #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra x you #eris vanserra fic #acotar #acotar fluff

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lovetals · 8 months

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slight warning about spoilers for the fontaine update, mainly just about neuvillette so like be warned ig—but anyways—

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you know how ppl say dragons hoard treasure and shit and will gift them to the one they love as a way to ask them out? and and you know how it’s basically canon that neuvillette is the hydro dragon??

cause i just recently had a dream where neuvillette keeps dropping his trinkets into the tip jar at your work and you and your coworkers have no idea what the hell those things are

you find so many things; small charms, tiny gems, rings—literally anything precious-looking will show up in that jar by the end of your shift, yet none of you know what to do with them

meanwhile neuvillette is just rushing out of the cafe/restaurant/shop/whatever with shaky hands and a fast beating heart. his mind keeps racing with thoughts overlapping one another with various questions like “will you like it?”, “was he being too bold?”, etc.

it’s not until he runs into someone (like furina or a melusine) that they point out 2 major flaws in his plan: did you even know that he’s the one leaving them behind? and did you know that they were meant to be gifts for you?

just just someone plz say they understand where i’m getting at here my brain has become dumb

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risustravelogue · 3 months

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Gentle Lover

Summary:

Wriothesley as your gentle lover.

Featuring:

Wriothesley, gn!Reader

Tags:

Minors DNI! Fluff, mentioned marking and rough sex. A traditional drabble (wc: 100).

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Soft!Wrio has such a hold over me. I want him so bad AAAAAAAAAAAAA-

🔗 AO3 | masterlist 🔗

Wriothesley’s love is gentle.

It’s in the shared glances and silent touches, as he carefully takes your hand and squeezes.

It’s the way he embraces you: strong, protective, warm.

It’s the soft pressing of his lips against your temple, cheeks, and lips.

It’s the way he worships your body every night, peppering kisses all over; even in the way he leaves marks on your exposed skin.

It’s the way he thrusts into you again and again; even in rougher lovemaking sessions, he makes sure not to break you completely.

Wriothesley is a gentle lover, and he’s gentle because of you.

the gorgeous mdni banner template by @/cafekitsune 💙

#minors dni #wriothesley #wriothesley smut #wriothesley fluff #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x you #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #kurisu writes #hehe hehehe oh god I love him so much kjhsdfakjhfkseijhdbfk

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shadowspromise · 1 year

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The World Stopped.

You return home like usual, until your boyfriend Touya notices the blood leaking from your chest.

Warnings: Touya is scared shitless, descriptions of wounds

“Welcome back, took you long eno-“

Touya thought it was another regular day. You would go on a walk and come back around fifteen minutes later. He had a strange feeling after you’d been gone for ten minutes longer than usual, but nothing could have prepared him for this.

“Hey Touya, could you, uh, help me… help me with uh, this?” you stumbled through the door, grasping your chest. Blood was seeping through your shirt and trickling down onto the floor at an alarming rate.

Touya didn’t even think. He just ran. Fast enough to catch you before you fell. He couldn’t even speak, not a single word. The only thought inside his entire body was to keep you alive.

He slung you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing. The adrenaline in his veins wasn’t stopping for anything. He laid you onto your shared bed and he scrambled to the bathroom. Where was the damn first aid kit? The one you used on him every time he came home with half of his staples missing?

The second he found it he darted back into the bedroom. “Isgonnab’okayIgon”fixyou,” he spoke in a single breath, not wanting to waste his energy on useless words. He lifted up your shirt and winced when he saw the wound. Your ribs were showing, the wound was so deep.

“Fuckwheret’fuckthe-“ he could barely get words out as he tore everything out of the first aid kid. “Calm down, Touya baby, I’m probably fine…” you tried to console him but it wasn’t much help when blood started coming out of your mouth. “Shush,” Touya whined, shoving a wad of gauze into your mouth.

“Sorry, ‘m sorry, this’s gonna hurt,” he held your hand as the other poured every antibacterial substance in the kit onto your wound. You cried into the gauze, but it was barely any worse than the pain you were already feeling.

Touya grabbed what was a “motherfucking ton”, as he would call it, of gauze sponges and applied it on top of your wound, then grabbed a gauze roll and wrapped a few rounds of it around your torso, using medical tape to keep it together.

“That should- should help, you stay there an’ I get medicine,” he mumbled, running back to the bathroom to get every pill bottle he could find.

“Uh, okay, uh, just take, just fuckin’ take all of ‘em…” he got one of each pill and put them in your mouth, grabbing your water bottle from the nightstand and holding it to your mouth.

“There you go, good job, you’re so good, I love you so much, just- you’ll be okay,” he slumped down to his knees, holding his head in his hands.

It was like deja vu.

All this time, he would be the one barging through the door and asking for some help with the “couple of scratches” he had littered across his body.

And every time you would panic and shove him onto the bed so you could suture his wounds, and he would laugh at your overreacting.

Now he was on the other end and understand just how damn scary it was.

You fell asleep shortly after Touya gave you the medicine, and he spent all night awake with his fingers on your pulse. All twelve hours until you woke up.

“Fucking hell, finally you woke up. How are you feeling? Better? Worse? Does it hurt anywhere else? Fuck, I didn’t even ask what happened! What the fuck happened?” Touya unleashed all the words he had been keeping inside him all night.

“I feel a lot better but it definitely still hurts…” you started to talk until Touya mumbled something about getting you more medicine. You had to grab his wrist to stop him. “Just stay here with me. You’re so dramatic,” you smiled. “Fuck you, I always say that to you when you have to fix me,” Touya flicked your forehead (lighter than usual) and sat back down next to you.

“So what have you been doing all night?” you asked, a little worried that you were being a burden on him. “Every uh, three hours I think, I changed the gauze on you, and I kept one hand on your pulse while playing on your phone with the other,” he smiled.

“Get your own damn phone,” you complained. “Nah. You’re stuck with me so you gotta deal with it,” Touya smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead. 💙

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oh-surprise-its-me · 9 months

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Shoving more of my Jamie is a cat person agenda down people’s throats

Jamie LOVES animals. He literally always wanted a pet growing up but understood they couldn’t afford one. When he got older and learned he was going to actually be staying at Richmond he decided to look into a pet.

At first he wanted a dog but got worried he wouldn’t be around enough for it. He started looking at cats and loved them but he couldn’t stand the idea of fur on his clothing every single day.

Roy pointed out hairless cats one morning and Jamie got hooked. He gets one on the off season and names it Marigold. You better believe Jamie is fucking obsessed with her. He loves this cat more then anything.

He buys literally everything cute he possibly could find and then once all the team members find out she needs to wear clothing or else she’ll get cold they go NUTS. That cat is decked out in Gucci and Chanel and some goddamn expensive custom things.

Roy hates her at first. He keeps referring to her as ‘that fucking raw chicken that escaped Gordon Ramsay.’

She grows on Roy once he realizes he never has to worry about cat fur on his black clothing so they can keep their relationship quiet for a bit longer.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #fluff #roy kent #headcanon #royjamie #roy x jaime #roy kent x jamie tartt #jamie tartt x roy kent #I love cats so much oh my god I want a hairless cat so badly #mac writes ted lasso

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rockingrobin69 · 6 months

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Honourable Defeat

Harry bumped his hip into the chest of drawers in the usual place he normally bumped it. The corridor was narrow, but that wasn’t the problem: from this spot you could see into the living room, and on the rug was a sight so fucking impossible Harry normally lost a bit of, er. Focus. No, he had to focus, because he was carrying two cups of very-very hot tea (Draco doesn’t take it unless it can seriously damage his tongue). Had to focus, because this would be happening a lot now, every day even. Grinning, buzzing with all this giddy—excitement—bumping into the cabinet too, whatever, breathlessly spilling into the room.

“Hello there,” said a voice so soft that Harry had to spit out, “Malfoy. Malfoys.”

To the lump on the rug, wrapped in blue, sticky-smile smeared all across his face and a tuft of blond hair in his fist.

“Darling,” Draco said, half a laugh and half a cry, and Harry didn’t know if he meant him or the baby before, “sweetheart, that rather hurts. Ow. Please, if you wouldn’t mind.”

Scorpius must have minded, because all he did was giggle. Looked up at Harry, sharing the incredulity, probably, the absolute gob-smacking heart-crushing delight at seeing Draco like this. Sprawled on the floor in his crisp trousers and vest still buttoned, his face soft with laughter. Harry—erm. Was, erm. Not invincible.

“What?” Draco cried, or demanded, looking up at Harry now with that terrible smile, “not you, too? I was looking forward to having a conversation with at least one intelligent adult today.”

“The meeting,” Harry groaned. “They didn’t approve your request?”

Draco sighed, rolled so he lay on his back, hair still caught in Scorp’s fist. “No. It seems that adding a nursery is simply not feasible for the company at this time. The board suggested I gave up my position.”

“And?”

He snorted. “And nothing. I spent the afternoon trying to teach Scorpius how to curse. Nothing severe, maybe just jelly-legs, or, calling our CEO a bloody wanker would be nice.”

“Draco!” dropping to his elbows, helplessly drawn closer, “is that the kind of language—”

“Oh come on, Potter, he’s not even one. He doesn’t know what the word means.”

He smelled like Scorp’s lavender shampoo. His eyes, when they landed on Harry, grey and warm. “What?” Harry asked, voice thick with a smile, and Draco shook his head, then winced.

“Ow—Merlin’s sake, Scorp, you have the grip of a giant. Hey, maybe he’d end up a Catcher.” Turning back to Harry, the tiniest movement, “I thought you went to make tea?”

The cups were cooling on the table. “Forget tea, we’re not rooting for our son ending up a Catcher.”

“Any position in a Quidditch team,” Draco said in his dry tone, but his whole face lit up like a spark, making Harry hear what he actually said, making him—choke on something in his throat. “It’s the game that matters, Harry.”

“The game,” he agreed nonsensically. “Draco—”

“We’ll have to find a solution, of course. For the nursery situation. Now that my bloody wanker of a boss made taking Scorp to work impossible.”

Scorpius made a bright sound, something like laughter, and both of them turned to him, this little lump of a smiling face. “Well done, my love,” Draco cooed, and Harry—erm—didn’t cry or anything, but he did make a sort of sniffling sound, “Smith is a bloody wanker, hmm?”

“Draco!” Harry squealed, and he looked back with a devilish grin.

“Apologies. I wouldn’t want to teach… our son such language.”

They lay just lay there for a moment. Draco’s chest going with Harry’s rhythm, up, down, and this thing on his face, uncertain and—happy. Harry took his hand.

“Exactly. I’d expect you on your best behaviour from now on, Malfoy.”

“Of course,” with a flutter of those endless lashes. Scooting a touch closer on the rug. It carried the table, the one with the tea, another possible future disaster: Harry didn’t care about this either.

“Come here,” hand behind Draco’s head, another hand coming to cup his cheek. “You gorgeous, silly thing.”

“Harry,” half a moan, half a whisper, and his eyes closing, delicate lashes on Harry’s face, mouth coming up for a kiss. “Ha—ow!” and then started laughing, hysterical waves of it, loud in Harry’s ear: “Scorp, love, you have to let go, ha ha, ow, that really does, ha, hurt, you scoundrel,” and Harry was laughing too, was weak, in fact, in the centre of his core was weak for this, was defeated.

“You two,” he mumbled, swallowed, are my whole heart, a little frightened and deliriously overjoyed. On the rug, Scorp continued making nonsensical sounds, and Harry and Draco kept laughing.

(Flufftober day 17. Find the soft AO3 collection here).

#drarry fic #fluff #so much fluff oh god #raising scorp #flufftober2023 #prompt: Encouraging someone to achieve a goal #but make it... yeah i mean sort of #scorpius malfoy #as: a precious bean #rockingrobin69 #800 words

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minhosimthings · 7 months

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For Love to Exist: A Hyunjin Fic

Synopsis: In which Aphrodite makes a plan for two loveless souls.

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin × Fem!reader, includes rest of Skz (side characters)

Word count: don't know but it's really long

Warnings: Fluff, angst, slow burn, mentions of self harm, and mental abuse, reader is an orphan, mentions of food and drink. She/her pronouns used, reader has scars on her skin

A/N: this is sort of a self indulgent fic for me and it is dedicated to all the people in my life who have made me feel like I am worthy of love again. This is based off of my own experiences due to my abusive past and how I let those go with the help of the people I've met here in university. I based Y/N off of myself (I hope you don't mind) because I feel like Hyunjin would be the type of person to love s person, regardless of their past, and ignorant of their future (and also I'm too delulu for Hyun rn). I dedicate this fic to all the people around the world, who feel that they do not deserve a red heart, and an I love you everyday. I dedicate this fic to the little girl inside of me, who still thinks that she is unworthy of love.

For love to exist, souls should exist too. For love to breathe, souls should take a deep breath too. For love to live, souls should learn how to live too. But for you, souls simply did not exist. They were just imaginary things made up by boring adults to tell children why they married their partners, to mask whatever what going on in reality. Why would anyone believe in souls and hearts and bonds and all that bullshit? Kids, of course, believed it.

You, on the other hand, were taught by cold eyes, ever since forever. Cold eyes had taught you that warm ones always lied and that love was just a fairytale made up to increase the population of earth. Cold eyes told you that June wasn't about pretty flowers and sundresses. They taught you it was about the burning sun and the heatwaves. Cold eyes taught you that flowers were nothing more than biological creations of two genetically unique organisms. Cold eyes taught you that the world was just the Earth, just a globe and that the universe didn't care for a tiny speck like you.

Work, Eat, and sleep. Those were the only things you did with passion. Those were the only things in your life that you noticed and yearned for. It was painful to watch your coworkers at the company, who were below you, enjoy life so much. As chief editor, you had less work than they did, yet they saw life as a chance. They saw life as a chance to enjoy the fruits of the universe, while you still saw life as a scarred being. Funny, how you thought that everyone else was mad to have love in their lives, yet there you were with scars on your chest, both physical and mental, going unnoticed by the minute.

Until Hyunjin came into your life.

Hwang Hyunjin. Step son of your goddamned boss. You were told that he would be working alongside you as both an assistant editor and as a new cartoonist, replacing Mr Park, who had resigned five days ago. You groaned at the idea of having someone follow you all day, asking you if you needed anything. You were better off without an assistant or a cartoonist. But your magazine wasn't the leading magazine in South Korea for no reason. The illustrations provided alongside the thigh slapping articles always provided the greatest entertainment to the millions of readers. Mr Park was an old man, who was always quiet and mostly kept to his drawings, exactly your preference. Someone who doesn't annoy you or ask about your love life because apparently, at 23, a woman has nothing better to do. But a man, your age, who you've heard used to be a singer in a band, yeah that wasn't going to work with you.

Your boss had introduced you guys on his first day. He was.... surprisingly handsome. His eyes were like a kitten's, small and glittery, as if Andromeda had poured all her stars into them. His nose and jawline were so sharp, in total contrast to his gaze, soft and pinkish. You wondered why all those thoughts were coming into your head. Never before had they had even touched your mind, when you saw other men and women around you, no matter how pretty they were.

He worked in silence. Complete silence. He wouldn't even move his chair or anything. The desk on which he worked was so pristine and organized, very much like yours, exactly like yours. But there was an aura with which he worked on piece of paper with a black ink pot that you could only dream of having. It was like the sky favoured him, sunlight illuminating all of his features, including some tiny moles on his face. You couldn't help but admire his serious face, headphones in, with an ink stained brush moving swiftly across paper, tracing the tiny dots and lines of whatever he was making. You had first approached the company as a cartoonist yourself, having the skills because of an art minor. But soon the director saw you better as a journalist and slowly but surely you moved your way up the ladder to become chief editor. And when you saw other people doing something you used to love doing, you wondered if you hadn't accepted the job as an editor, would your life have been so mundane? So brown and still?

"Um Miss Y/N?" A voice broke you out of your stupor, starting you and getting your mind away from the articles on your computer screen. Hyunjin was standing next to you, holding pieces of paper in one hand and his brush in the other. He had a dab of ink sprawled across his nose. Cute, you thought.

"I, uh, finished the illustration for the first article you sent. Are they ok?" He gave you five pieces of paper, all with funny intonations on them, a cookie wearing hat, and an iguana wearing a DJ's glasses. It was cute, really cute you thought, as you gave them back to him, nodding in approval and shooting him a small smile. "You have ink on your nose, did you know that?" You pointed out to him, handing him a tissue from your tissue box, which he took and immediately disappeared behind his computer, wiping his nose aggressively. Cute, so cute.

You usually left work at eight thirty, not too late and not too early that you'd miss your tea. But something made you want to stay back today. Someone, specifically. Hyunjin told you that he usually went home by ten, since he didn't do much during the night. You refrained from telling him when you went, lest he question why you stayed back today.

"Miss Y/N I'll be heading out now. Good night." He held up his olive green bag and waved goodbye to you. Something inside of you wanted to say 'Wanna go together?' but you had always ignored that something so you instead waved back to him and started picking up your things.

That day, the old grandmother at the ramen shop you always went to said something was different about you and told you to smile more. You didn't know whether or not that was a complement but you took it willingly along with spicy ramen with beef.

"Miss Y/N I-" "Hyunjin stop call me Miss. Im your age. Just call me Y/N, alright?" You finally got that sentence out of your mouth after keeping it in for an entire week. An entire week Hyunjin addressed you with honorifics and today you wanted to tell him that just your name was enough. Just your name coming out of his mouth like a sweet melody was alright. "Oh well ok Y/N." He said with some difficulty, feeling awkward not using the proper words. "I wanted to say that lunch break began over two hours ago and you still haven't got up from your seat, so I uh bought you something. I asked your co workers what you usually eat so um yeah." He did what? You looked down at his extended hand, holding a box of your usual Ramyeon and an americano. You silently took the food from his hands, shooting him a quick 'thank you'. He deserved more than that, but at that moment, all your shocked brain could do was that.

Someone cared for you. Someone noticed that you weren't eating. Someone noticed how you stayed on this cold October day. And that was sort of sweet? Someone did that for you and for once it seemed he did not want anything in return. That couldn't be true, you thought as you silently ate your Ramyeon, all the while shooting tiny glances at Hyunjin, who was once again immersed in his drawings. Seeing him so deeply imbued in an art, which provided him a job, was so endearing to look at. He was doing something he enjoyed, while earning money for it. Isn't that what everyone in the world would love?

"Um Hyunjin? Hyunjin." You snapped your fingers in front of Hyunjin, who had his headphones on, with that brush back in his hand. He looked so cute, being broken out of his hypnotised state. His eyes blinked at you for a few seconds, before he took the headphones off and greeted you. "What is it Mi- I mean Y/N?" God he was so handsome. He was in a loose baby blue sweater and white pants today. He looked so dainty and fragile as if you touch him and he'll break. "I uh wanted to thank you again for the food today. Um. Any way I can thank you for it? Maybe buy you a coffee?" You could feel your cheeks getting redder by the moment. Even if he couldn't see the blush, you could definetly feel them. If your guardian angels were watching you right now, they'd be saying 'Y/N get your ass up and stop blushing so much.'. "Oh. Um uh" Hyunjin stuttered for a bit before checking his watch. Nine thirty am. There was still half an hour left to go home, meaning you both had enough time to grab a coffee and perhaps a bagel or something tasty.

"Oh course Y/N. But please do not pay for my food. You need not repay me for lunch." Your pleas for that sentence went unheard, as Hyunjin kept saying that he didn't want anyone to pay for him, reasoning that lunch was a basic human need and he was just helping his co worker out. Something about the way he defended himself and explained things was so adorable. It was like a ferret explaining why it's fur is white and why it's ears are so round.

"This is surprisingly good." You commented, as Hyunjin and you sat by the little round table in the coffee shop, drinking Americans and eating Macarons. Hyunjin raised an eyebrow at you, watching as you are your pistachio Macaron. "You never had a Macaron before in your life?" You shook your head at his question, trying to swallow your bite of the Macaron quickly, so as to answer his question. "No actually." You managed to cough out after what seemed like five hours of you chewing the sweet dessert. "I don't have a preference for sweet things. I used to but I grew out of it." Hyunjin looked up at you, from staring at his shoes. "You used to? Well I always used to believe that a sweet tooth could never grow out of their preferences. Turns out I was wrong then." The corners of your mouth twitched as your heart itched not to say 'why are you so perfect?' to the man sitting in front of you. "So what musicians do you listen to?" It was now your turn to look up at him with wide eyes. It was funny how both of you were eating food together like two normal human beings, yet neither of you dared to look at each other, or maintain direct eye contact for more than a fraction of a second. "Pardon?" You asked him, eyebrow raised and foot tapping on the floor. He stumbled back a bit and said, in a apologetic tone, "Oh I didn't mean to impose. Im sorry. I just thought, you know we see each other every single day, and I have never gotten to know what my coworker likes a dislikes so um.. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Seeing him apologize like that was like seeing a puppy apologize to a black cat. You probably looked scary right now, with your expression and your rigid figure, so it made sense for Hyunjin to react like that.

"Oh it's alright Hyunjin." You said, shooting him the tiniest smile ever. "People don't really ask me questions about myself that often so I was kind of taken aback." Hyunjin just nodded and hummed in response to your bland statement.

That night, when you went home, you thought to yourself, about how much you missed human interaction. Most often disassociation and loneliness were your favourite drugs, but Hyunjin asking you a simple question about your favourite singer, made those drugs seem pleasure less. Your therapist would have probably looked you up and down and immediately told you that you were in love, being the hopeless romantic he was. People were scared to approach you. You, with your head held high in the air, your gait threatening that of Hera's, and your expression, cool and wicked. But Hyunjin just casually asked you what musicians you listen to, as if he had known you for years and he was meeting up with you again, at a school reunion. It was shocking to you, how he could just say that, without stuttering. Yes he did stutter later on, but it was so adorable the way he apologized to you, hands nervously palming at his fingers and nose silently twitching. Maybe friends weren't so bad after all, you thought, as the stars looked at you in pity, talking amongst themselves, about where had God gone wrong with you.

A sticky note? Your boss never left sticky boss for you. Usually his assistant to deliver you messages. So who wrote this mysterious pink sticky note, stuck to your computer with a smiley and something written on it? You had arrived at work after Hyunjin today, who, once again was is a hypnotic state, lightly bobbing his head to whatever was playing inside of those blue headphones. You slightly suspected that the note was probably his, as you sat down on your chair, hanging your bag in the usual place beside your table. You pulled off the note from the computer and examined it closely. There was something written on it with a glittery purple pen.

I scared you yesterday with my question. So I'm going to ask you through a note. What musicians do you listen to? (PS you can answer through a sticky note too)

You noticed Hyunjin kept giving you small glances from time to time, only taking his eyes away from his art for a fraction of a second. Cute, you thought, really cute. This was by far the cutest thing he had done. You silently took up a glittery blue pen from your drawer and wrote some sentences on a different sticky note, knowing when you were going to stick it.

"Hyunjin could you do me a favour?" You tapped on his desk to alert him. He looked up at you once again, with those same doe eyes. You noticed the ink once again splattered on his nose. "Yeah?" "Could you take this up to Mr Kim once and ask him if this is how he wanted the article to be edited?" You handed him a blue file to take it upto your boss, which is silently took and went up to the boss's office, giving you enough time to stick the note onto his computer. You made a last minute addition to the note, before rushing off to the canteen, lest Hyunjin catches you in your mischievous act. Even though it was just sticking a note to your co worker's computer this felt like the most amazing thing you had ever done in your life, the most daring.

Where had you gone? Hyunjin had come back to his desk after handing off the file to the boss, who said he'd give it back tomorrow, only to find you nowhere to be found. He swore that he had saw you here just a second ago. Where had you gone now? Shrugging his shoulders and telling himself that you had probably taken a bathroom break, he sat back down on his desk, ready to complete the illustrations for the day, that you had given him yesterday, when he noticed something stuck to his computer. A green sticky note. Could it be? Did you respond to his very creepy, weirdo nerd way of asking you a question in order to get to know you better?

When Hyunjin sat down on his chair, and slowly pulled the sticky note out, he sweated that his heart had skipped a hundred beats (or 143 beats hehe). Your loopy handwriting was scrambled on it with sparkly blue ink.

This is very middle school of us to be passing notes in work but I like listening to Lana del Rey, Florence and The Machines, a bit of k-pop and lot of classical music. Now you answer my question along with your own question. What is your favourite ice cream flavour? (PS you have ink on your nose)

Hyunjin's soul was doing backflips in his stomach. Having an obsession for love, he wondered whether this was how Cupid felt like when he shot his first arrow. You listened to the same artist he did. He absent-mindedly wondered about what question to ask you next when you came out from the canteen, carrying lunch for the both of you. "Oh hey Hyunjin." You said in what you hoped wasn't an over active tone. "I uh got you lunch to pay back for when you got me lunch and um here you go." You awkwardly handed him the cup of spicy tteokbokki along with some other dishes and an Americano. As if returning the awkwardness, he mumbled a sheepish 'thank you', grabbed the food and hid behind his desk. Somewhere in the clouds Aphrodite was sighing, not knowing what to do with you two.

After a few hours, when you had gotten up to go the boss's office, Hyunjin saw his golden chance and took it. He scribbled his question onto a pink sticky note and quickly stuck it to your desk, frantically sitting back on his chair and pretending to be focusing on his cartoon which had long been completed.

Happiness. Happiness was all you and Hyunjin felt that night, when both of you parted ways. It was that happiness which a fourteen year old gets when their crush pays attention to them. It was mischievous happiness, as both you went home and pondered about questions and answers. Middle school romance was something neither of you had, with him not finding the correct person, who would love him for who he is, and you just not wanting love anymore. Aphrodite would be probably be smiling right now, twirling her roses and she makes the next part of her plan.

"Hyunjin! Over here!" It was raining very heavily today and you had chosen this very day to not take your car. Apparently Hyunjin had done the same thing, as both of you saw other close to the cafe a distance from your work. He didn't have an umbrella and you had spotted him running over in the direction of your work, blue hoodie gripped tightly over his head. "Did the universe have to choose the day I didn't get my car to rain?" He shouted at you as you both were shielded by your umbrella. "I was thinking the same thing!" You shouted back at him. "Let's get inside the cafe!"

The cafe thankfully wasn't crowded at all, and as you took off your coat and shoes to dry, you appreciated the heat coming from inside the cafe. It was on the more traditional side, with a wooden interior and sepia toned plants hidden in mud pots.

"Oh great." Hyunjin sighed. He was holding his phone is his hands, having taken off his hoodie and his shoes before you did and setting his bag down at a table for two. "Boss just texted. Work's cancelled for three days straight." "So we went through all that rain for nothing?" You deflated on the comfy chair, opposite Hyunjin, who was revealed to be wearing a dark blue shirt underneath his baby blue hoodie. "Well damn it. What do we do now? I didn't bring my car and neither did you. Do we have to wait out the storm here?" You asked him, wiping your face with a handkerchief. "Well we can." Hyunjin responded. "I think the owner will probably let us." You raised a brow at him at that statement while he just stared into space, as if expecting an alien to show up any moment. "How do you know the own-" "HWANG HYUNJIN YOU FINALLY DRAG YOUR ASS HERE TO SEE ME."

A very loud voice rang through the cafe, accompanied by a much quieter 'Hyunjin's here?'. Hyunjin groaned and buried his face in his hands, as a handsome man with olive skin, brown hair, and the prettiest nose ever, came striding up to your table, wearing the uniform of the cafe. He promptly pulled up a chair and collapsed onto it, next to Hyunjin, all the while playfully glaring at him. "Hey Minho hyung." Hyunjin mumbled, not looking directly at whoever this Minho was. The other man clicked his tongue out of disapproval and said, "Say that louder would ya? And why have you not been coming to visit me and emotional dump on me for like two weeks? Oh and who's this lovely young lady?" He looked into your eyes at that last bit, startling you a bit, at how round and black his eyes were, like tiny little boba balls. "I'm Y/N." You extended a hand forward. "L/N Y/N" Minho took your hand and shook it with a firm grip, before getting up and slightly bowing to you. "Well Miss Y/N, may I get you anything? Perhaps something which is not an Americano, which is what this monster" he motioned to Hyunjin "drinks?" You gave him a calculator look before saying, "Oh. Um I would like an americano actually and probably one for Hyunjin too please." Minho looked ever so slightly taken aback by your words. "As you wish!" He declared before giving Hyunjin and a smirk and leaving.

"So who was that?" You asked Hyunjin, whose ears were burning red. With a sigh, he put his elbows on the table, burrying his head in them.

"That was Lee Minho. A college mate of mine, who opened a cafe with a friend of his, soon after graduation, because apparently he didn't want to get into a boring job." He chuckled slightly at that. "He's a mentor to me. He's like I think two years older than me and he treats me like a damn baby. But it's fine cause I'm the one who helped him cheat on his exams so I get free shit here."

"Americano for two?" Oh hey Hyunjin!" A freckled boy had come up to your table, americano filled cups in his hand. His skin was porcelain, like glass, dotted with star like freckles, with blonde hair framing his beautiful face. "Hey Lix." Hyunjin patted the boy's back, as he set the coffee down on the table. "How's your mum now? Is the treatment working?" A smile never seemed to leave this boy's face, as he sat down in the chair which Minho had pulled up earlier. "She's good now. Much better! I've been sending her some brownies every now and then but she's still disappointed because apparently her son won't get a girlfriend." He slightly pouted as Hyunjin chuckled lightly. "Oh who's this? Wait are you-" the boy looked at you with excited eyes, before gasping and turning his head to Hyunjin. "Is this the Y/N you told me about?" He excitedly extended a hand towards you, which you took, experience pleasure at his soft grip and hands, which was in stark contrast to Minho's handshake. "I'm Felix! Lee Felix. Nice to meet you! Y/N right?" The amount of happiness radiating from this boy was so much that you thought he was probably the reincarnation of Helios himself. "Nice to meet you too Felix. I'd introduce myself, but judging from your excitement I believe Hyunjin's already told you about me." You gave him a smile, which he returned. "Yah Felix!" Minho's voice came from across the wooden walls. Felix groaned and got up from his chair saying goodbye to both of you and rushing off to Minho.

"They're really nice." You told Hyunjin, sipping on your americano. It was nice and weird to have people like you for who you are. It was kind of alien to you, to meet two people who knew about you. It was even more alien of Hyunjin to tell people about you. What could people tell about you? What fragments of your being attracted Hyunjin that he told his friends about your existence?

"Y/N are you ok?" Hyunjin's voice broke your mind from staring at the rain pouring outside. The storm had calmed down now and it was just lightly drizzling, drops staining the window, racing against each other. "Oh yes I'm good. Sorry."

"So you wanna talk about the notes or should we keep it a middle school secret?" Hyunjin's question rang across your brain, and as you sipped on your americano, you couldn't help but notice how innocent that question was. It was just a question. It wasn't an interrogative question, which you'd be punished for if you didn't answer. You fingers unconsciously went up to your wrists when you thought about that question. "What do you suggest? I'm alright with answering the question in person, instead of exchanging notes." You responded, keeping your tone casual, so as to not reveal the fast pace of your heart beat.

Hyunjin smiled at you and sipped on his americano again. "My favourite ice cream flavour is pistachio. And I also like listening to Lana del Rey and classical music. My turn now." He leaned forward slightly. "A song which you could listen to, for all eternity?" Musical questions were what you enjoyed the most, having being in love with music ever since your ears picked up the tune of twinkle twinkle little star. Hyunjin's question seemed hard, since your favourite song changed every few seconds and you couldn't just choose one melody to pleasure your ears for all of eternity. "Hmm" you responded after a while. "Probably Love by Lana Del Rey." "Why so?" Hyunjin asked.

"Because along with having an amazing tune and the greatest vocals ever," you started your lecture "It's also such a deep song. The way she is symbolising young love is so beautiful, from the way she alters her voice at certain lines to the lyrics themselves. I especially fell in love with the chorus because it signifies such a beautiful matter of being so much in love that even the tiniest actions can seem like elephantine gestures. Even that lyric 'The world is yours and you can't refuse it' it's so pretty. It's symbolising that feeling of ruling the world when you fall in love. Or atleast I think it does. I've never fell in love so."

You fell quiet after your rambling, hoping that it didn't freak him out how much you knew about one particular song, which you definetly did not write an entire essay about. L/n Y/n you've done it again. You've scared a person off because of your rambling about your hyperfixation because you have nothing else to love. Great job, you thought.

But as you looked over at Hyunjin's face, it was happy? His eyes were wide and his lips were slightly parted as if thinking what to say, his americano straw remained in his mouth, but he wasn't sipping on it. He was in total awe, something you couldn't see.

"That- that was amazing." He said after a pregnant silence. "I never thought about songs that way honestly. But I think from now on I'll start thinking of it like that." God his smile was so handsome. The way the corners of his mouth stretched and the way his lips always slightly parted, it was all so pretty. And since when have you became so observant? To notice a man's manner of smiling?

Aphrodite smiled again in the clouds, calling for her chariot, to take a ride across the sky, making up the next step of her masterplan.

It was still pitter-pattering outside the window as both of you finished your drinks. You declined Minho's offer to eat, since you had already ate a lot for breakfast and you weren't feeling hungry. You tasted a bit of Felix's brownies, for which you complemented the freckled boy so mich to point where his glass skin turned into stained red glass.

"God the rain is stopping, how the hell are we going to get home?" Hyunjin sighed, as he meant back in his chair. You both had put your shoes, hoodie and coat back on and were staring out the window. You had an idea in your mind. A peculiar idea. An idea unlike you. An idea made by your heart controlled mind. You know how they say that we should never let our heart control our brain? Well sometimes, just sometimes, in the tiniest moments, we could let it control our being just a little bit.

"Doyouwanttocomeovertomyhouseitsreallycloseby" "I beg your pardon?" Oh great you spoke the easiest sentence in the fastest way you could possibly imagine. You should probably get the Nobel Prize for the most awkward person ever. Taking a deep breath, you made eye contact with Hyunjin (perhaps for the first time) and said, "Would you like to come over to my house? It's close by and I can drop you off at your house if I get my car." Hyunjin looked slightly taken aback by your suggestion, and as he pondered over it with a series of 'ohs' and 'ums', you mentally scolded yourself. How could you never say the right thing ever? How did you manage to say the wrong thing every single time? How did you manage to scare off every person every single time? Were you really not capable of love? Was your mother really right?

"If I don't impose Y/N, I would like to come over to your house. I should actually probably get going home too, so I accept your offer, only if it doesn't bother you." Your heart lifted from where it was earlier. Listening to the words coming out of Hyunjin's mouth in the soft tone, was something so comforting to you. It was like the smell of old books, like the way flowers moved in the wind, like the way wine swirled in a wine glass and like the way melodies danced to the beat of a song.

"This is your house?" You and Hyunjin had walked all the way to your house, shielded by his umbrella. It was safe to say that your house was a very luxurious one, in the more expensive side, courtesy to your high profile job. It was a two bedroom house, with the most beautiful terrace and balcony anyone had ever seen, which gave a view of the Seoul skyline. "It's beautiful." Hyunjin breathed out. "Come inside." You said, taking off your shoes at the entrance and unlocking the wooden door. "Want some food?" Hyunjin shook his head as both of you entered your house, his mouth dropping on seeing the interior. You had a conversation pit inside your house, much like one of those 80's sitcoms, and it was the most queer thing in your house. It was purple and magenta, with white finishings and a pretty carpet, sitting below a glass table. "It seems the interior is much prettier than the exterior." Hyunjin said, as you both entered the pit, sitting down. You sheepishly smiled and mumbled a thank you, before getting up to get him some water, even though you both had downed a big cup of americano.

"Your books are really interesting." You had started showing Hyunjin around your house, and when you reached the library portion, he wouldn't move from there. Granted, you did have a pretty library, decorated with fake moss and hanging vines, which made it look like a shelf growing out of the forest. "What is so interesting about them?" You asked him as he stroked the book covers with his fingers, to which he smiled and pointed to the last two books. "Their arrangment is fascinating first of all. I mean The Animal Farm and Pride and Prejudice are sitting together, as if going for a tea party. Did you arrange them yourself?" You only nodded to his question, too scared to answer. "The second interesting thing about this bookshelf is that all the books are so dual to each other. You have Harry Potter-" he pointed to the topmost shelf, "then you have 1984-" his fingers went to a handsome leather book, "and then finally you have a pop up children'd book." He laughed pointing to the bottom most shelf, where a glittery pink book lie. You blushed, as you saw that book. It was the book, which your best friend at the orphanage had given to you, before she was taken away. You cherished it a lot, it being the only form of love you had ever recieved in your life. "Woah you have Taylor Caldwell too!" Hyunjin said, excitedly, his fingers bouncing on the shelf closest to him, where a series of faded books lie. "Do you want them perhaps?" You asked him, to which he gave you a sad smile. "I've always loved her since the age of eleven but I could never buy any of her books, courtesy to my mum thinking they're too 'westernised'." "You can take some if you want. I hardly ever read these ones." You pulled out some of the books and put them in his hands. He looked surprised and his eyes widened at you. After much trial and error, which included him refusing to take the books, and you threatening to leave him out in the rain if he didn't take them, he finally stuffed then into his bag, thanking you over and over again.

The car ride to his home was fun, to say the least. Hyunjin narrated some funny stories with Minho and Felix, and a few of his other friends. You were shocked to find out that he used to be in a band, where he played the drums. "You must play them for me one day." You said, as you pulled up to a light. "as payback for the books." Hyunjin gave you that sweet smile again, causing your brain to malfunction.

"Thank you for the ride home Y/N. And for the books." Hyunjin said as you both pulled up to his house. "Say I have a question." He said, before unbuckling his seatbelt (drive safely kids). "Would you ever be interested in spending your lunch break with me everyday? Cause I really like talking to you and I don't have many friends at work. Only if you want to though!" God he was so adorable with those round eyes and those cute cheeks. Was he actually so cute or was your hopeless brain just making it up?

Aphrodite sighed again as she watched you silently from the bushes, happy that you were going on the right path, but worried about the trajectory of your mind.

Spending time with Hyunjin were the best moments of your life. It was surprisingly fun to spend a part of your day everyday with Hyunjin. It was just lunch and americanos, fresh from Minho's cafe, since it was the only one you liked now. You warmed up to him more than you had wanted to, and for the first time, your brain didn't mind being ruled by your heart. Hyunjin had introduced you to some of his closest friend, who came to visit him at work, making sure he didn't overwork himself. And he had interesting friends. Apart from Minho and Felix, there was a producer group called 3Racha who wrote songs for a company called JYP. It was composed of the three most kindest people you had ever met. Jisung, Changbin and Chan treated you like their own sister, often picking up an Americano for you whenever they got one for Hyunjin. You met Hyunjin's youngest friends Seungmin and Jeongin at Minho's cafe, when Jeongin bumped into your shoulder, dropping his books and apologizing to you frantically. Both of them were University students, one having a pottery studio and the other studying computer science. They were mischievous little things, but you loved them too, with you sharing Seungmin's love for pottery and Jeongin's hatred for sugary foods. It was so fun, having friends, even if they weren't your friends from the beginning. This was the first time you had experienced happiness ever since you were eight.

The words on your books weren't skimmed over by your eyes anymore. Instead they were carefully taken in, word by word, appreciating how every letter formed the beautiful sentence. Now, winter wasn't about surviving anymore. Instead it was about being warm and cosy, all wrapped up in a big blanket, hugging a plushie and drinking hot chocolate as pretty winter flakes poured outside the window. Now you digged out the sundresses you haven't worn in so long, and you would wear them to work every now and then, catching the eyes of every person you passed (because you are the most beautiful person on earth LOVE YOURSELF I LOVE YOU). You never noticed it, but now, Hyunjin looked at you differently. He wasn't a very defensive person, choosing to end arguments quickly, but whenever his eyes set upon your figure dancing in a yellow sundress, embroidered with flowers, he swore that he would burn done the entire world for you. Both of you regularly met up at each other's house, having k drama nights, where you would do nothing but cry over the slow burn, and try out a new snack from the local convenience store every time. Sometimes Hyunjin would play the drums for you, taking your excited requests of the 70's and 80's rock songs. It was all so perfect, having Hyunjin in your life and every time you saw him moving his own across a piece of paper, whipping up a cartoon for you as a gift, your heart smiled, urging you to let it take over for just a little longer.

But Aphrodite had something else in plan.

Sometimes the Gods plan sinister things for humans. Sometimes they say 'lets whip up conflict'. And most often it's not between one human and another. Most often it's between a human and her own mind. You had gotten a call on a nice Thursday morning, when you were about to set out for work, clad in a white dress, which reached your knees. A call from your adoptive parents. Unbeknownst to the entire world, behind your pretty face, you hid a grief filled secret behind those glassy eyes. Your childhood wasn't all sunshines and rainbows. You had grown up in an orphanage basically your entire life, and at the tender age of eleven, you had gotten adopted by a rich couple. Good right? Nope it was the polar opposite. Turns out they had adopted you for their own benefit, to gain support from the media to continue their company or some bullshit like that. It had haunted you all your life, how they would never speak a word to you, never a word of affection. It was just words of 'who would ever love you?' and 'you aren't capable of love'. When you had gotten accepted in college, with a full ride scholarship, they had help a party, not for you, but to brag that their daughter, whom they did not even love, had gotten into a college all by herself. They had turned their devil tails into angel wings and it angered you, but you stayed silent. Why should you fight battles with other people when you could fight a battle with your own mind? You had cut off all communications with them however as soon as you left for college. Now it was just you and the world. Getting a job was the hardest thing and you still remember all those days that you survived on water and biscuits, like Marie Curie, when she used to research on radioactivity. You had learnt that your 'parents's' buisness had gone bankrupt, soon after you had gotten a job, but they still hadn't ever contacted you until this Thursday. It was Seungmin's birthday today and you had gotten him a puppy keychain, one that he had been wanting for a long time, which he had told you about in secret. You had purchased it the day before and wrapped it up in a cute box, writing some notes on the top. It was supposed to be the most perfect day. Happiness and melted ice cream that was what this day was supposed to be.

"Hello?" You had picked up your mother's call and your world came crashing down immediately. "Hey there Y/N. We need some money right now and we know you work for Mr Kim. Send us some money please." Not even a hello. The woman who had given you food and shelter didn't even say a hello. The woman who you owed nothing to didn't even say hello.

Hyunjin wondered where you were that day. You wouldn't ever miss a day of work and plus you were excited for Seungmin's birthday. You were going to go for a birthday party which was to be held at Chan's house. Hyunjin had told you that most of the boys would be bringing their girlfriends so you could meet them. You wouldn't never have missed this, especially not when your eyes lit up, when he had told you that Seungmin would be singing for you guys and Minho would be bringing his famous meat. So why? Why was your chair lying all alone and your americano untouched? He had asked Mr Kim whether you had called him today, to which he got disappointment when Mr Kim said no. Your boss didn't really care whether or not you took breaks, since you mostly finished your work in advance, in order to save time. That day Hyunjin told the guys, that he wouldn't be coming to the party, much to their disappointment. But they understood when he said that he was worried for you. He basically talked about you 24/7 and the boys still didn't understand how their most romantic friend ever ended up not knowing what love was.

Hyunjin had an extra key to your house, which you had given him after two months of knowing him, trusting him enough to keep an emergency contact. Hyunjin kept fiddling with it on the cab ride to your place, massaging his nerves to calm himself down. As he reached your house, the atmosphere around him changed. It became gloomy, even when the Sun attacked him with his rays. The sunflowers in your garden all seemed to bow their heads to him, as if to apologise.

"Y/N?" Hyunjin stepped inside your house, calling your name. "Y/N where are you?" He shouted a little louder this time. If you weren't in the living room, you'd be up in your bedroom or the library. Hyunjin slowly climbed up the stairs to the second floor, taking in the eerie silence of the house. It was such a loud silence. He could hear something in the distance but he didn't know what it was. Was it a cat? He heard a wailing noise that sounded something like a wolf crying.

The door to your bedroom was open. Hyunjin stepped inside, careful not to make a sound. He knew how creepy this was, to enter a person's house like this, but he didn't have a choice. "Y/N?" He called out, noticing the light in your bathroom switched on. "Y/N!" You were sitting on the floor, with a knife next to you. Your hair was in tangles and your body swayed back and forth, As you kept mumbling something to yourself. Your upper arm was slightly bleeding and your breathing was heavy. You had been lying there for the entire morning. You were still in your dress,which was now stained with blood from your arm. Your face was tear stained and your eyes were glassy. "Y/n. Hey look at me. Look at me. I'm here." You looked up to see Hyunjin's worried face, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted again. "Hyunjin?" You breathed out in a weak voice, which made Hyunjin's heart drop to his knees. "Yes it's me. Hey breathe. Please breathe for me." He coached you through breathing in and out, which calmed you down a bit, but you were still shivering and your skin was ice cold and white. You looked like a ghost. A ghost with sunken eyes and shocked expression stuck on its face.

Hyunjin carefully lifted you up and carried you to your bed, careful not to disturb your injury, which he immediately knew how it happened, from the knife lying beside you. He got some cloth and medicine for you from the first aid kit you hid under your bed, something you had told him a long time ago. You watched him with wide eyes as he carefully dressed your wound and got some water for you, forcing you to drink it.

"What happened? And it's ok if you don't wanna tell me." He sat beside you as you leant back against the bed frame. You tried not to catch his eye because you knew if you looked into those galaxies inside his eyes, you would start weeping. "Nothing happened Hyunjin." You mumbled, to which he scoffed silently, getting his hand up to your forehead to check your temperature. It was normal, thankfully you didn't have a fever. "Y/n" he faced you and out his hand on yours. "You know you can tell me right? I'm here for you and I'm worried. Please tell me what happened." It all happened so quickly. You looked into his eyes, taking in the stars inside of them, and you couldn't hold it back anymore as you burst out crying. Hyunjin was quick to hug you, holding your head gently as you buried yourself deeper in his chest, staining his grey shirt. His heart was breaking into a milion pieces, seeing his universe crying out her planets from her eyes. He shushed you from time to time, to make sure you don't become weak from crying.

"Y/N hey hey." He held you head in his hands, cupping your cheeks. "What's wrong? Just one word. Tell me one word. I beg you." You sniffled slightly and looked up at him, stopping you're tears slowly. You felt guilty, for him coming to you. Why should he? He's a human like you and he has responsibilities too and he should tend to them, not you. "Hyunjin, you should go. Y-you have S-Seungmin's party to attend. I'll be fine." Hyunjin knew how much you rejected being taken care of. Care was was word which simply never existed in your dictionary, courtesy to your past.

"Y/N-" "No Hyunjin!" You lashed out at him, tears brewing again in your eyes. Hyunjin now understood why the sunflowers outside had bowed to him, and why the aura was grey today. You had bottled up your feelings again, and one single word from a person of your past, was enough to break you. "I don't want help I don't need it! Just leave me alone! I don't want to be around you!" You panted a bit after shouting all that, your chest feeling heavy, not from the weight of your exhaustion, but from the weight of the entire world around you "Get out. Now."

The next few days, you came back to work, you avoided Hyunjin. You couldn't bear to look at his face, knowing that the stars in your eyes will collapse again if you do. You both worked in complete silence, with Hyunjin silently putting the completed illustrations in your desk, whenever you left to go to the bathroom. You now left at 9 am, instead of your usual 10 am along with Hyunjin. Your americanos seemed even more bitter now that you had no one to share your memories with. Every song in the world sounded like the same mundane melody now, chords repeating over and over again.

But Aphrodite always have something in plan, for souls like yours and Hyunjin's.

Hyunjin had been comforted by his friends for a week now. Every week, he would turn up at either Felix or Chan's house and cry to them. It broke their hearts to see their dearest friend weep and sob over you. You, on the other hand, would sometimes turn up to Minho, drinking his americano and venting your feelings, while he silently grilled his meat and put it on your plate. What you didn't know was that Hyunjin would be hiding silently behind the counter, listening to the notes of your voice talk about him. So one fine Saturday morning, he decided to do something. Something that would finally satisfy Aphrodite, and make her drop her roses down to earth to celebrate.

"Y/N." He called your name as you focused on your most recent article. "Y/N." He said again, when you didn't respond. "Y/N for Pete's sake, talk to me!" He basically shouted at you. You were staying back late tonight, courtesy to the hundreds of things you had to edit, due to your numerous amount of holidays. "Not now Hyunjin. I have to edit this." You spoke sternly, abandoning the fun filled voice you usually used when you were with him.

Hyunjin frowned at you, this time an actual frown, not like the playful ones he did when you would steal his meat from his plate. He was angry. He was angry at the world and at your mind for not treating you well. He was angry at your past, for making you believe that you were unworthy of love. He was furious and he would take it out right now, when no one except for you two were in the office building.

"Y/N listen to me!" He shouted, making you startled. You had gotten up from your seat and now you were cowering against a wall. You had never seen Hyunjin like this before, eyes narrowed and lips closed, burning anger seeping through them.

"Y/N you are quite possibly the most amazing person I have ever had the pleasure to meet in my stupid life. The way you walk the way you talk, everything about you is so amazing! It's so magnificent to me, how everyday you would explain the meaning behind a song, with your eyes all widened and your mouth moving fast! And it hurts me. It hurts me so much to see you like this, thinking that you are unworthy of love." His words were hitting you like bowling balls. "When you told me about your past, you know what I felt? I felt anger. True anger for the first time in my life. For the first time in my life, I wanted to burn down this entire world for a person. I was also so relieved that you trusted me enough to tell me about something like this. You really think I can't see the scars on your wrist through your foundation?" The scars on your wrist. How did he know about that? "Hyunjin-" you breathed out, crystals forming in your eyes again. "Y/N it breaks me. It breaks me so much to have a person like you in my life and not love them. I love you more than you can imagine. So why won't you accept it?"

"Because I can't!" The words spilled from your mouth like water spilling from a waterfall. "I can't Hyunjin! I don't know what love feels like! I never did! An-and when you came into my life and introduce me to all these amazing people, I felt so happy! For the first time in this dumb thing I call my life I felt happy. And I hated it! I hated the way Felix's eyes would light up every time he saw me. I hated the way Chan would always check up on me, making sure I don't overwork myself. I hated the way Minho would treat me like his own family, making sure I got the biggest portions of meat." Everything that you had kept hidden in that crack of your soul came running out. "I hated the way Jeongin looks up to me, telling me he admires the way I work! And you know what I hate the most out of all? I hate you! I hate the way you care so much for me and my stupid brain can't see it! The way you draw little cartoons on my americanos, the way you talk to me as if you were talking to a gentle lamb! I hate it Hyunjin! I hate myself for not seeing how much you love me! And I hate that I can't return the favour!"

Your knees gave way and you collapsed on the floor, sobbing your eyes out. Hyunjin was quick to kneel down next to you, hands searching for yours. Both of you looked into each other's eyes, seeing your entire universe's inside of them. You need love. You needed love to exist. And Hyunjin was there just to do that.

He leaned closer to you, eyes not leaving yours. He knew he had to do it now. Now or never right? Hyunjin, cupped your cheek with his left hand, right one still squeezing yours, and kissed you. He kissed you as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world. He kissed you as if you were the reincarnation of his last lover. He kissed you as if he had been wanting to kiss you for the last fifteen years. He kissed you, and you kissed him back. Your lips moved in sync with his, not moving away, hands wrapped safely around each other, both of you shielded from whatever the world was planning next. Time moved slowly again, as if the spinners of time had abandoned their looms to come watch you two.

And somewhere in the clouds, Aphrodite smiled, knowing that her mission was complete, and that two loveless souls had finally reunited, mending each other's cracks, slowly but surely.

Epilouge

"Hyunjin! We're going to be late! Hurry your ass!" You called out to your boyfriend of five years, as you waited by the door, bag clutched in hand, and white sundress flowing softly. The ash coloured cat you had both adopted, rubbed against your legs, purring and licking herself. Hyunjin had organised a 'special' date today, taking you to one of your most favourite places, a meadow by the beach, where you used to spend your days. It was already late in tbe evening, when Hyunjin finally came down from the steps of your house, still fixing his hair. "Alright Miss Universe, stop fixing your hair and come on!" You said, causing him to giggle, as both of you got in the car and drove off towards the sunset.

"God I love this place so much." You stretched your arms as you watched the dying sun, collapse into the ocean. "More than me?" Hyunjin pouted, as you slapped his chest playfully. "Oh god are those Minho's Macarons? These things are drugs to me." Both of you took a Macaron each, and raised them in the air, as if to make a toast. "Well, to our five year anniversary." Hyunjin toasted while you said 'hear hear!'.

"Y/N, I have a gift for you." You both had eaten all your food and we're slightly leaning against a tree, wrapped in each other's warmth. "What is it Hyun?" Hyunjin pulled out a paper from his pocket. A link sticky note. With Purple glitter pen scribbled on it.

Marry me Y/N?

"I thought I should do it in the way we first talked to each other. You know to make it more roma-" Hyunjin didn't get to complete his sentence, as you threw yourself around him, kissing him on his lips, as if you didn't kiss him every single day.

And Aphrodite couldn't stop giggling and smiling, knowing that now, love existed. And you? Oh you loved the existence of love.

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gardenofnoah · 1 year

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all the times i told you

part 1

i’m thinking this will be a sweet little multi-parter about being so in love it makes you sick. featuring katsuki, obviously. i want to keep this going throughout the year, finishing next new year’s eve. real full circle with it. we’ll call this a milestone post for 1k ♡ wc: 1.3k. cw: gn reader, timeskip!bkg (time passed is vague), fluff

you think you should’ve listened to him.

the bar is loud, and you feel the beginnings of a headache at your temples. the arms that cage you in from behind are a comfort, and you lean your head back to knock against a solid chest.

“y’alright?” bakugou murmurs into your ear over the chatter. you turn your head to look at him, pouting a little.

“wish we would’ve stayed home.”

the smirk stretches slowly over his face and you pout harder at the way he cocks an eyebrow at you.

“didn’t y’beg me to take you out for new years?”

your eyes narrow at him and you press your head back into him, head butting his chest half heartedly. huffing when his grin widens.

“but i miss our couch,” you whine, eyes closing when you feel him bend down to press a kiss to your temple.

“let’s go then, crybaby.”

you perk up immediately, pulling a laugh from him as he grabs your coat from the back of your chair, holding it open for you to slip into. you pull him out of the bar and into the cold night without fanfare. his fingers tangle with yours and he pulls your hand into his pocket, squeezing gently. you feel like skipping down the sidewalk.

“slow down,” he grumbles, after nearly tripping from the way you all but drag him toward home.

“speed up,” you retort, grinning at him. you let out a little yelp when he jerks you backward into his chest by the hand you lead him with, putting you in a headlock. it’s all to make you laugh and you slip out of it with ease, darting behind him.

he groans when you climb up him and cling to him like a koala.

“now we’ll never get home.”

“hey!” you yell through your smile, flicking his ear. he grumbles but continues walking, hoisting you farther up his back with a strong grip under your thighs. you lean down to rest your head against his shoulder, and he turns to kiss your face. it’s quiet then—the silence is savored between you as bakugou walks. there are a few people on the sidewalk, but most are inside, huddled around bars or tv sets at home to bring in the new year. the more you think of it, the more ridiculous you feel for wanting to be anywhere but the home that you share.

you make it there after 15 minutes of walking and he carries you through the front door and to your living room, dropping you unceremoniously on the couch. you lay down and stretch out along the length of it, wiggling a bit to get settled, and he watches you in amusement. there’s a soft smile on his face that’s reserved for you, and it feels more like home than any place ever has.

a moment passes and he joins you, manhandling you a bit to wedge himself underneath you. with a fair amount of grumbling from you, he settles you onto his chest and you don’t admit that it’s comfier now, opting instead to splay your fingers out over the expanse of his chest and listen to his heartbeat.

“what do you think?” he asks after a moment, speaking over the quiet hum of the new years broadcast on your tv.

“about?”

“this year.”

you hum, considering the question. “you were a good hero this year.”

he scoffs, “course i was—what kind of shit is good? i was the best.”

you roll your eyes at that, laughing softly. it didn’t matter how far he was from his time at UA—the bravado would never leave him. the hero dynamight was a force to be reckoned with.

but when it came to matters of bakugou katsuki, the confidence wavered—however minutely.

“you were a great partner this year.”

“ah,” he sighs, pointedly looking at the tv and away from your gaze, “could’ve been better.”

“well sure,” you pause, feeling the length of his collarbone under the pads of your fingers. it strikes you as odd how fragile the bone is—even in someone as seemingly unbreakable as katsuki. “so could i. it’s a good thing we have another year to work on that.”

that pulls a huff from him that you know is a laugh. “thanks, smart ass.”

you both focus on whatever band is performing—outside in the cold—from the warmth of your spot on the couch. it’s quiet for another moment before you speak.

“i mean it,” you say, quiet, “you’re good to me, katsuki.”

you feel a warm hand at the small of your back, reveling in the trail of goosebumps it leaves in its movement to the nape of your neck. it settles there, and his fingers squeeze gently in an acknowledgement of what you said. you’ve developed your own sort of language over the years—you find that the little acts of affection from katsuki feel far more impactful than words ever could, most of the time.

but sometimes the words wash over you like a wave and you couldn’t fight it if you wanted to.

“love you,” he whispers, and you feel it everywhere. it makes you want to bury your face in his shirt, or maybe in his skin—to get a close as physically possible and then closer still, just to be near the heart that’s claimed you. to cradle it in your hands and keep it safe for him, because he’s trusted it to you.

but that would embarrass him, probably, so you just whisper a love you back to him and rub your hand over the spot where it lives inside him, content with the knowledge that it is yours, however far from you he may be.

basking in the fact that he is right here with you now.

“do you have any resolutions?” you ask, fully expecting something along the lines of to keep being the best god damn hero this country’s ever seen. something to cut through the weight of the feeling that hangs above you both.

to your surprise, he’s quiet. he drags his thumb up the side of your neck and back down again a few times, before he takes a breath in.

“not really. i, uh—” another pause, another breath, “i want to start thinkin’ about what’s next. you know, for you and i, or whatever.”

you’re not really surprised—it’s been several years of you being together—but you’re endeared by the way he is so obviously nervous right now, despite that.

“yeah?” you ask, tilting your head to look up at him. it’s a moment before he’s able to look down at you and meet your eyes.

“yeah.”

the hand on your neck moves forward and he brushes a thumb over your brow bone, holding your face to where it rests on his sternum. his heartbeat flutters against your temple and you are overcome with the feeling that there could be no other place in the world crafted just for you like this one has been.

“do you have one?”

“hm?”

“a resolution.”

“oh,” you let out a little laugh, a little bashful at the way he smirks at you now. you haven’t really thought about it—neither one of you had ever really been big on resolutions, but it feels a little different now. like it’s less of a goal you have to set and more of a transition into something that’s already begun—the resolution, then, is just a way to lean into it.

“I want to stay here with you,” you murmur, meeting his eyes again, “i want you to ask me that again next year.”

“not much of a resolution then,” and there’s a soft smile stretching across his face, “you were gonna do that anyway.”

“no,” you tell him, turning to press a kiss to the palm of his hand, “it’ll be different.”

he’s quiet then, focused on the arch of the curve above your lip, pressing his thumb to it gently.

“yeah,” he rasps, “it will be.”

read part 2 here

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#oh this is going to be the most indulgent thing i've ever written for SURE #god i love him so much #i have no idea where this is headed so. buckle up ig #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugo #bakugou fluff #bakugou fic #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #mha bakugou #my hero academia #bnha #bnha bakugou #bakugou x gn reader #bakugou katsuki fluff #timeskip!bakugou #fic: all the times i told you

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lovries · 1 year

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HOMESICK

featuring. leviathan (avatar of envy).

summary. levi's grown worried when you haven't visited him in a while, so he ventures beyond his door to find you— only to find you crying! naturally, he tries his best to comfort you.

warnings. gn! reader, hurt/comfort, reader is homesick.

Leviathan couldn't help but notice that you had recently been withdrawn in your room lately. He had ventured beyond his own bedroom walls to try and track you down— he thought that if maybe you knew that a new episode of your favorite show to watch with him had came out, that maybe you're melancholic mood would shift.

"Uhm, h-hey, you in there?" Levi asks, knocking on the door and leaning in. He waited for a few minutes, his cheeks growing rosy. Were you not in there? Or were you avoiding him? He took a deep breath, exhaling shakily. "I'm... I'm coming in!" He declares, although not as confidently as he wishes.

When he enters the room, he sees a lump under the blankets— your form, most likely. He's about to speak again when he hears laughing. Furrowing his brows, he strains his ears to hear better. From what he can gather it's a video. He clears his throat, and you finally acknowledge him, bolting upwards, your blankets falling off your body and revealing your tear-stained cheeks.

"L- Levi? What are you?" You sniffle, quickly trying to wipe at the tears, but it was too late, he had already seen. At first, he doesn't speak, just staring at the ground and wringing his wrist. "Did, uhm... Did you need someth-"

"Are you okay?" Leviathan cuts you off, embarrassed at cutting your sentence off but still hoping you answer his question.

"I..." Your voice is hoarse, and it only makes Levi's stomach drop further. He curses himself for not braving past his bedroom earlier.

"You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to... But, well, I'm worried about you." He states, meeting your eyes and giving what he hopes is a comforting smile. You sniffle a little more, before patting your bed and Levi awkwardly sits down.

"I... I guess I'm just feeling a little homesick?" You say, before showing him the video. It was from a few years ago, a video you had taken. It was filled of laughter and joy, and more notably, it was from the human realm. "Ah, don't get me wrong, I love being here with you guys but..." You let out a shaky sigh. "I miss the sun... I miss my bed, my clothes... I miss my favorite snacks," You rambled on about all the things you missed, all the things that made this empty pit in your stomach grow.

Levi wasn't the best at comforting, he could flawlessly say encouraging words like Lucifer or Satan, he couldn't easily give affection like Asmodeus or Beelzebub, but he could be there, be a listening ear, a shoulder to lean on.

You couldn't help but begin to cry again, your heart aching. You just wanted to go home, even if it was just for a few minutes, but Diavolo and Lucifer had made their stances clear on the subject. You choke on sobs, falling into Leviathan who tenses before stiffly wrapping his arms around you, patting you on your back gently.

"There, there," He whispers, slowly relaxing. He holds you tighter, pulling you further against him. "It's... It's going to be okay..." and you continued to weep until you eventually passed out in his arms.

When you woke up the next morning, you found Leviathan was no longer there. You didn't expect him to stay with you the entire night, but he did always manage to alleviate that sick gnawing at your heart. He was the closest thing you had to the comfort of home.

You stare up at the ceiling, your head pounding.

And then a knock on your door. You roll over, staring at the door before hearing Leviathan's meek call of your name. You immediately get up, and open the door.

Clearing his throat, he thrusts several bags of the snacks you mentioned last night into your hands. "Wha- H- How?"

"Well, uhm, one of my gaming friends... he's a huge fan of human world snacks so I traded somethings with him and, yeah, so... Well, I can't really take you back to the human world but I thought maybe-"

Tears began to roll down your cheeks once more, much to both yours and Levi's surprise. You didn't even know you were capable of producing more tears.

"W- Why are you crying? Did I get something wrong? I knew it, I'm so dumb, I- ugh, I- I can just throw them away! Or give'em to Beel- I'll just take them-" But you move them out of his touch, a laugh escaping you through your tears. "Eh... Am I... Missing something?"

"Thank you, Levi." You put the armful of snacks on the table next to the door before pulling him in by the collar and giving him a kiss on the cheek. When you let go, Levi quite literally isn't breathing. "L- Levi? Levi, breathe!" He inhales and exhales after that, snapping out of his daze. You can't help but laugh, and seeing your smile makes Leviathan's heart stutter in his chest. He's so glad you're smiling again.

And he's sure you still miss home, he knows a few snacks can't make up for the true warmth and comfort of home, but he'll do just about everything he can to make it close!

"Would you like to try some?" You ask, holding up a bag of your favorite chips. Levi looks at the bag, then you, then the bag, and then once again at you and smiles.

"Sure, why not?" and with that, you pull him into your room, the sorrow you felt earlier subsiding a little more.

﹙ thank you for reading! have a wonderful day! ﹚

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the-wild-nerdy-gay · 10 months

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What happens when you get burned

Izuku Midoriya x (gn)reader

I decided to write a little hurt comfort piece that came to me while I was in the shower. Am I working on this instead of my drafts? Maybe but shut up okay. I have to write this before it leaves me. Also I am writing this on my phone because my laptop is ancient and being a pain in the ass.

This takes place in an AU where UA is a university. Reader and Izuku have been together since reader’s third/final year and Izuku’s second year. They live together and reader is a pro hero working under Mirko and Izuku is in his third and final year. Mirko and reader have a strong mentor and student/slightly maternal relationship. Reader also has a quirk based off of a honey badger but it isn’t super described.

Warnings: hurt/comfort, vague descriptions of violence, mentions of blood and burns, Izuku is soft as all hell, non-sexual nudity on the reader’s part, reader’s parents aren’t around for whatever reason, there is a high chance of reader cursing (it’s me writing this come on), reader has issues accepting and asking for help, also reader has a white streak near the front of their hair because of their quirk. (It’s based on a honey badger, I’m not sure if I describe it much though)

It was a few weeks after your boyfriend, Izuku, had moved into your apartment and you two had fallen into a nice little routine. You and Izuku would leave the house around the same time each morning, him going to university and you in your hero gear on your way to work. He would get home after getting off from his work study about half and hour before you would. You would get home at 6:30 on the dot or you would text him if you were going to be late for whatever reason. It was 7:45 and you weren’t home yet, you weren’t even answering your phone.

To say Izuku was worried would be an understatement. He was pacing your living room as he tried to call your cell for the nth time. His teeth dug into his thumb nail in worry as he continued to pace your living room. He eventually goes to your shared bedroom, deciding he was going to grab his jacket and go out looking for you.

It was then that your key could be heard jingling softly outside the door as you struggle to unlock it. The door swings open as you call out into the apartment with labored breath, “Honey? I’m home.”

You limp into the apartment, favoring your right leg while holding your right side with your left hand. You looked like you had been through hell, you’re hero suit is torn up, you are covered in scattered bruises and cuts, blood is splattered across your entire being and you are covered in dirt and dried sweat. Izuku comes rushing from the bedroom, dropping his jacket as soon as he sees you.

“Oh my god! Baby, are you alright?” He asks as he quickly joins your side, wrapping your arm over his shoulders while pulling you gently to lean against him so that he can support you. He pulls you into a gentle yet tight hug, relieved that you are alive and home at last. He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek while caressing your other one gently as he looks at you with a mix or relief and concern in his stunning green eyes.

“I’m sorry I’m late. I got caught up in a big fight at work, civilians and heroes alike were all hurt pretty badly and my phone was dead so I couldn’t text you. I’m sorry, honey.” You say, breathing still heavy as you lean against him, finally taking all weight off of your injured leg.

He gives you a soft smile at your apology before saying, “What matters is that you’re home and safe, my love. How are you doing? Are you hurt anywhere too badly?” He asks as concern for you takes over. He gently caresses the back of your head as he questions you, softly resting his head on yours as you lean against him. You let out a noise that sounds similar to a mix of a cough and a laugh before you answer.

“I’m pretty banged up to be honest, the worst are the burns on my right side and right leg. I got patched up but all the healing heroes were exhausted and I kept telling them to prioritize other heroes and civilians since I was one of the less injured believe it or not. By time they got back to me the best they could do was bandage me up. Once I finally got home the elevator was broken so I had to make it up two flights of stairs on my own.” You chuckle out the last part humorlessly at your bad luck.

He winces at the mention of your burns, knowing they must be unbelievably painful, his expression grows more concerned at your mention of making it up the stairs by yourself in this state. “I’m so sorry, sweetie. Is there anything I can do to help? I’m not sure how much I can help with the pain but I’ll do whatever I can for you.”

“Can you help me to the couch?” You ask clearly exhausted as you lean into his comforting touch. At this request he practically carries you to the couch, being mindful of all of your injuries before setting you down into the plush cushions as gently as possible.

“Are you comfortable there? Do you need any water or medicine? Just say the word and I’ll take care of it for you.” He asks wanting to make you as comfortable as possible.

“That would be great, you know there the pain meds are right?” You ask breathing deeply to cope with the pain as your eyebrows knit together.

“With the med kit, under the bathroom sink.” He responds as he heads to the bathroom quickly to grab the pain meds. He returns with the meds and a glass of water moments later. Izuku helps you drink and hands you the meds for you to take.

He sits next to you on the couch and gently caresses your arm. “If you need anything else or want anything at all, let me know and I’ll take care of it.” He says soothingly to you, concern seeping into his tone.

“Thank you, Izu.” You sigh out as the meds take effect and ease the pain.

“Anytime, sweetheart. Just get some rest, okay?” He says as he gently pulls you into his lap, needing to hold you close after being so worried about you and the emotional roller coaster of you getting home. He tries to make you as comfortable as you can be as your quirk causes you to slip into unconsciousness for a bit to let you heal some of your soreness and more minor injuries. He watches you as you rest against him with a worried expression, he has never seen you this injured before in his entire time of knowing you. You’re thicker and tougher skin protecting you from a lot of worse injuries but this is something else. He can’t help but wonder just who or what could have possibly done this to you.

You wake up about an hour later, shifting slightly. Izuku notices you are finally awake and moves the white chunk of hair near the front out of your face and gently caresses your cheek as you wake up.

“Hey, did you get some rest? Are you feeling any better?” He asks with a deeply concerned tone as he gives you a soft smile to try and comfort you.

“I’m still in pain from some of my injuries but the overall soreness is gone. I was going to try and take a shower to get all of this grime off of me.” You say as you try to stand up before quickly wincing and falling back down into Izuku’s lap. Luckily for you he caught you quickly with a worried look on his face as he gently guided you back to him.

“How about I take you to the bathroom?” He asks wanting to help you as much as he can.

“I don’t want to bother you with it. I can make it, just give me a second.” You say dismissing his offer.

“It’s not a bother at all, my love. Anything you need I’ll take care of for you, I’ll help you in any way I can.” Your comfort is the most important thing in the world to him, he loves you and seeing you in pain is agonizing for him. If he could trade places with you right now he would but he knows he can’t. He helps you stand as you wrap one of your arms over his broad shoulders. He would carry you if it weren’t for where your burns were located, preventing him from doing so.

“I’m sorry to make you do this, Izuku.”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” He says cutting you off from further apology. “I just want to make sure you’re alright and helping you is making me feel better.” He reassures you, making it sound like you needing help is helping him. It actually is but you don’t know that, helping you makes him happy, that’s just who he is.

“Okay…”

Soon he’s setting you down on the bathroom counter while giving you a soft loving smile. You bend down to start untying your boots and flinch at the movement of your side. He’s gently easing you back up with a look of worry on his face.

“I’m sorry, love. It looks like you might have to do everything here.” You say as tears form in your eyes from pain and a deep feeling of uselessness sinks into your bones. You can’t even take your damn boots off, what kind of hero are you? Izuku gently wipes the tears from your eyes with his thumb as he sends you a reassuring smile before kissing your forehead. He gets down on one knee in front of you as he unties your boot before carefully removing it. He handles you like he’s caring for an injured kitten, more like honey badger but close enough. Once he’s removed both of your boots he sets them to the side neatly, mentally taking note to clean them for you tomorrow, he stands back up and gently cups your face in his hands.

“Take it easy, my love. And tell me when you need help again instead of trying to do it yourself. I’m here to help you and if that means doing things for you then I’m happy to do them.” He says softly as he kisses the crown of your head. You plague this man’s every thought and he loves every second of it, please just let him take care of you. You sigh softly as an attempt at acceptance.

“Can you help me out of my clothes? I know I can’t get out of this on my own if I can’t even get one boot off.” You say sounding slightly dejected at being so helpless and needing him to do everything for you right now.

“Of course, darling. Let me know if you need a break or anything like that, I’ll try and make this as easy on you as I can.” He says in a warm, reassuring tone. He moves slowly and carefully as he removes each article of clothing, giving you ample opportunity to ask for a break if you need one. He removes everything so gently as he carefully avoids all of your major injuries. Because of his carefulness this is an almost painless procedure for you but for the few grimaces of pain you give he whispers a soft apology while kissing whatever un-injured skin is available. Soon you are completely undressed sitting on your bathroom counter.

“Thank you for being so careful with me.” You say sounding vulnerable as you try to remove the bandages that cover your burns before flinching once again.

“It’s not a problem. You are so precious to me, you know that? I want nothing more than for you to be safe and happy and I will take great care of you in any way I can to make sure of that.” He says softly as he caresses your face gently, easing all signs of pain from it. He kisses your cheek softly before he looks at your injuries.

“Let’s get these removed so they don’t soak up any water and hold it to your injuries.” He says knowing that’s a quick way to make things heal incorrectly or become infected.

“We can take it slow. Whatever you need, baby.” He starts to remove the bandages with gentle hands, revealing nasty burns that he’s frankly surprised anyone would let you walk away with let alone you make it up the stairs with. It’s slow work as the gauze clings bloodily to your burns, but he’ll take as long as he needs. No amount of time is too much if it’s for you. He wants, no he needs, to make sure he gives you the best care possible.

“Do you need anything before the shower? Water, medicine, anything like that? Just say it and it’s yours.” He says so sweetly in your ear as he stands in front of your naked form yet again.

“In all honesty I’m going to need help actually showering. I don’t even think I can wash myself on my own.” You say sounding slightly frustrated with yourself but mostly disappointed and dejected with how useless you feel.

“Hey, you are not useless.” He says sensing your thoughts. “My love, you have been through a lot of pain and a lot of fighting today; we both know that. You’re allowed to need help, that is okay.” He says cutting you off from any rebuttal you might have. He picks up one of your hands and presses a loving kiss you your palm.

“I’ll help with the shower, okay? I’m here, I’ll take care of you. Just say what you need and I’ll do my best to help.”

“Okay, I’m sorry, I’m just not used to not having to do everything on my own when things like this happen. Can you please take me to the shower and help me wash off all this grime? I’m tired of feeling gross on top of the pain.” You ask so softly, you sound so vulnerable, so different from his brave, unshakable partner and it breaks his heart. Although the fact that you feel safe enough with him to let him see this side of you tells him he’s doing something right as your boyfriend, that doesn’t mean he likes seeing you hurt like this though.

“It’s alright; there’s no reason to be sorry.” He says as he wraps his arms around your shoulders softly while kissing the top of your head. He wants you to feel safe and to know that there isn’t a single reason you need to apologize for needing help.

“I’ll help you with the shower, love. You won’t have to worry about a thing.” He speaks into your scalp before he heads to the shower to turn it on and get it to the right temperature, not too hot as to aggravate your burns but also not too cold as to cause you any discomfort. He quickly returns to your side, not wanting to be away from you for more than a few seconds.

“Do you need anything before we get in? I’m here for you, whatever you need.” He asks so sweetly. He just wants to make sure you have everything you could ever need, especially now.

“I just want to be clean.” You sound so small, almost broken. It tears Izuku apart knowing how bad you must be hurting.

“You will be clean in no time, my love.” He lifts you off the counter with such care and helps you into the shower. The water soaking into the shirt and sweatpants he was wearing around your apartment before you had gotten home. Even as the warm water soaks into his clothes including his socks all of his attention is on you, the fabric clings to his built frame and he doesn’t notice as he does everything he can to take care of you.

“Thank you, Izuku.” You whisper as you lean against him in the shower. He really does care about you to the ends of the earth.

“It’s no trouble at all, sweetheart. You’re safe with me, no matter what, I’ll always take care of you.” He speaks so genuinely as he looks down at you with a sweet smile, his perfect green eyes radiating love for you.

“Tell me if you need to be a little more gentle, okay? I won’t be rough at all, I promise. We can take all the time you need. I’m here for you.” Every action he takes is one of undeniable love you you.

“Thank you.” You whisper softly as silent tears, caused by everything that happened, roll down your cheeks and mix with the water from the shower head. He notices the tears falling as you lean against him and he graces you with a soft caring look.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks. “You don’t have to of course but no matter what it is I’ll be here to listen, okay?” He says softly, he just wants to give you every bit of comfort he can. He’d let you do whatever you need to feel better. You stare ahead of yourself with and almost blank look as you stare at the tile wall silently for minutes. He waits for you patiently as he continues to get the blood, dirt, and sweat off of your skin. You continue to stare with that silent, blank look at the tile before speaking.

“Every time I close my eyes I can see what happened today. I see hurt people, I see the blood and their agonized facial expressions, I couldn’t even stop to help ease any of their suffering. I practically hear their screams of fear and pain. It echoes in my head, I hear it all. I see my mentor on the ground completely unmoving. I thought Mirko died, I thought she was gone. I thought I lost my mentor. I can still hear her agonized screams go silent, hear my boots on the ground as I rush to her side, feel the fire tear into my skin as I defend her body… That’s how I got these burns, I wouldn’t let anyone near her. She’s the closest thing to a mom I have left and I thought I lost her because I wasn’t fast enough.” The words tumble out of you before silent sobs rack your system. Shaking as you lean into him while the shower rains water on top of both of you.

His heart breaks at your words. You’re words speak of the pain you felt as you fought for not only your own life but the life of someone so important to you as well. He can’t imagine the fear you felt when you heard Mirko’s screams. He hugs you tightly and carefully as he pets your head soothingly, his heart shatters as you continue to sob and your hands grip tightly into his soaked tshirt. All he wants right now is to take that pain away from you but he can’t so he just continues to hold you, keeping you from completely falling apart.

“The paramedics said that because I kept her safe after she went down they were able to save her but I haven’t seen her since they took her away. I just…I just can’t…can’t make myself believe she’s okay. I know they told me she’s alive and fully healed but I can’t make myself believe she’s not dead. No matter what anyone tells me I just keep seeing her unmoving body.” You sob out against his chest, naked and emotionally vulnerable against him as the shower continues to wash away your tears. He continues to hold you tightly as he runs his fingers though you’re hair. With each sob you let out he can feel a deep sharp pain in his chest. He knows all he can do is hold you right now but god he wishes he could do more.

“I’m sorry….I’m so sorry.” You repeat over and over again into his chest. You can just barely be heard over the sound of the water, you sound so broken in this very moment and Izuku can’t help it. He wants to tear apart whatever did this to you, his precious love. But he knows you took care of it, you’re so strong like that, he knows you wouldn’t let someone get away with hurting that many people or your mentor without them paying for it dearly. He also knows something else, you need and you deserve soft gentle love and comfort right now. So he pushes that fierce protectiveness away and focuses on holding you and giving you whatever you need.

“Don’t be sorry, my love.” He whispers against the top of your head as he continues to run his fingers through your hair.

“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for.” He continues as the pain in his heart grows each time those words tumble out of your mouth, he tries not to let it show for you though. Right here, right now; you can be as emotional, and as fragile as you need. You need that and he is going to give it to you, just like everything else you could ever need or want.

Soon enough, you run out of tears to cry as you lean against him; completely and totally emotionally exhausted. But you are now clean thanks to him. He continues to hold you as he caresses the back of your head softly. The shower seems to have washed away some of your pain as well which gives him some hope of you healing from this, both physically and emotionally.

“I’m proud of you, my love. Everything you went through, everything you felt…it takes courage to deal with all of that, and you did it. I couldn’t ask for a better partner by my side.” He says softly to you as he tilts your head up to look into your eyes. Those perfect eyes he fell in love with, they no longer show the pain they had when you limped into the apartment earlier that night, now they mostly look exhausted. You remain silent against him but he can tell you are at least felling better now that you aren’t holding that all in. The concerned look on his face melts into a look of love and kindness before he kisses your forehead. He continues to hold you for a bit longer, just wanting to make you feel as loved and safe as possible before he turns off the water.

“Can you help me dry of and re-bandage these burns?” You ask in the smallest voice he has ever heard from you. He smiles however, finally hearing you speak again after remaining silent for so long. He can tell you are coming out of it and that you will be okay.

“Of course, my love. I’m here to take care of you.” He says softly as he sets you down on the edge of the tub. He grabs a warm fluffy towel and gently drys you off before wrapping it around you. He then begins to carefully clean and re-bandage all of your wounds. He even covers the minor cuts you’ve managed to receive with bandaids. He places a gentle kiss on the undamaged skin near your burns and places soft kisses on all of your smaller, less tender injuries. You feel absolutely no pain through the entire thing thanks to his feather light touches and his careful attention to you. You continue to stare off into space as he works, still haunted by what you saw today but no longer feeling alone in it.

“Thank you.” You whisper in a small exhausted voice.

“It’s no problem at all, love. I’m here to help you however you need. You aren’t alone, my love, you’ll never be alone when you’re with me.” He says as he kneels in front of you, catching your eyes with those soft emerald green ones of his.

“Can you get me some clean clothes and help me get dressed?” You ask again in that small vulnerable voice. He smiles at the request though, happy to see you asking him for help even when it’s not needed.

“Of course I can, my love.” He says lovingly as he strips out of his dripping clothes, leaving him in his boxers before grabbing another towel and drying himself off. He doesn’t want to drop water all over the apartment and give you something to slip on especially in your injured state. He leaves and returns quickly, now dressed in a dry shirt and sweatpants, carrying a change of clothes for you. It’s your favorite shirt to wear of his and your favorite sweatpants of his to steal. They fit you loosely so he knows they won’t aggravate or squeeze your injuries. He helps you get dressed again, it’s again a slow and careful process as he diligently makes sure you don’t get hurt again. Once you’re dressed Izuku gives you a kiss on the cheek and kneels in front of you again as you sit on the edge of the tub.

“Do you want anything to eat or drink, love? Anything at all, we can even order from that takeout place you like or I could make your favorite.” He offers as he caresses your arm, planting kisses to your knuckles.

“I think I just want to rest and be held if that’s alright.” You say as you look up at him, almost afraid of being too needy even though you went through hell today.

“That’s absolutely alright with me.” He says as he gives you a soft look. He wants to show you that it’s safe for you to feel vulnerable around him.

“Rest all you need, love. Just let me know if you need or want anything. I’ll always be here to support you.” He gently kisses your forehead after he finishes speaking.

“I just want you here.” You say softly as a single tear rolls down your cheek in relief at finally, finally feeling safe after everything.

He wipes away your tear with his thumb. This is one of the only times he’s ever seen you cry in the three years he’s known you and frankly those two times was more than enough for a lifetime with you. He never wants you to be this upset again, in his mind the only tears he deems acceptable are tears of joy. To him you deserve to be so happy that you only know tears of joy, you should never have to hurt like this.

“Then that’s what you’ll get.” He responds determined to give you everything you want as he holds you close to him. He holds you firmly and safely, he wants you to feel the support he has for you through his touch, wants you to know he’ll always be here for you and never abandon you. He stands with you, lifting you of the edge of the tub, as you cling to him like a lifeline. Like he’s the one thing holding you up, which in all honesty he kind of is. You both stand there for a few minutes as he gives you physical and emotional support through his touch. After everything that happened today he wants to ensure that you know that you will always have him. After a few more moments of holding each other you whisper to him from where your head rest on his strong shoulder,

“Can we go to bed, honey?”

“Yes, darling, of course. Anything for you.” He says with so much love for you it practically drips from his words. He carefully helps you to the bedroom, practically carrying you the whole way before he tucks you into your shared bed.

“Is there anything you need before we sleep love? A glass of water, something to eat? You name it and it’s yours.” He asks softly as he strokes your cheek.

“Just stay with me? Please?” You ask softly, not wanting to be alone.

He gives you a reassuring smile as he gets into bed next to you. He gently pulls you to him, careful to avoid your injuries before he rest his chin on top of your head.

“I’ll stay right here, love. I’m not going anywhere.” He strokes your damp hair gently as he holds you tightly to himself. Nothing is going to hurt you while he’s here, he’ll make sure of it.

“I love you so much, sweetheart, and I’ll always be here too protect you.” He says into your hair but you barely hear him as you quickly fall asleep in his arms, finally looking peaceful for the first time since you got home.

He stays awake for a little while longer, holding you securely. He can hear the tv in the living room that he forgot to turn of, the news is playing softly and the can hear that they are talking about you.

“Honey Trap, pro hero and sidekick to pro hero Mirko, defends their mentor and hundreds of civilians from a fiery villain attack. Thanks to the two heroes fighting bravely there were no civilian or hero casualties. As of now Mirko is expected to make a full recovery thanks to the emergency medical staff, healing heroes, and her protégé Honey Trap protecting her. The pro Honey Trap was seen on their feet hours after the fight on their way home. We are wishing them both a speedy recovery and we thank them both for risking their lives to keep us all safe.” The news reporter says in her monotone news anchor voice. After hearing that Izuku can’t help but be proud of you, he looks down and brushes that white streak near the front of your hair out of your face before falling asleep himself.

The next day there was a sharp, loud knock on your apartment door. Izuku was washing dishes from when he had made you lunch and quickly dries he hands to go answer the door. Mirko was behind the door when he opened it.

“I’m here to check on them. Are they awake?” She asks the freckled man as soon as he opens the door, keeping her voice low to keep from disturbing you if you were asleep.

Izuku leads her to your bedroom where you’re laying down. He lets her in quietly as to not disturb you in case you had managed to fall back asleep. She quickly and quietly joins your side before you turn to look at the noise.

“Rumi! You’re okay!” You say excitedly as you try to sit up before flinching and laying back down.

“Take it easy, kid. You’re going to hurt yourself.” She says with a chuckle as she leans down to hug you. If you are capable of being excited then you will be fine. “I actually have you to thank for that you know. I saw the news and saw how you protected me after I went down. I’m proud of you, kid.” She says as a hand rest on your shoulder.

“I’m just glad you’re okay! I was so worried.” You say finally relaxing completely now that you can see her standing there in front of you.

“I knew you would be, that’s partially why I’m here.” She says as she ruffles your hair with her hand.

“Well now that you know I’m alive and I know you’re okay I’m going to let you rest. I’ll send a healer hero over here tomorrow for you, until then make sure you rest. And let this poor boy take care of you like we both know he wants to.” She says with a chuckle before taking her leave. Little did you know she was just as worried about you as you were about her, but you didn’t need to know that.

Author’s note time. Do I know how long this is? Absolutely not. But I do know it took me at least six hours of straight writing to complete it. This came to me in the shower a few nights ago and I knew I couldn’t let it go. Now I would like to especially thank @lovinkiri for not only encouraging all of my writing endeavors but also being a truly amazing friend. She is one of the best people I know and I couldn’t be more thankful she is a part of my life. Her writing inspires me to continue writing even though I don’t get much of it done and she encourages me to continue despite that fact. There have been a few mornings where I got out of bed because she was there and thanks to her I have been self isolating less. I can’t thank you enough for everything you do for me, bean. I love you and I hope you enjoyed.

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mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea · 1 month

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies) Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark Characters: Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe) Additional Tags: Domestic Avengers, Avengers Family, Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Tony's cabin is the new Avengers Tower, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Tony Stark Feels, Bucky Barnes Feels, Tony Stark got a new arm, Tony and Pepper were never married, Adorable Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Background Relationships, Mention of Loki/Bruce Banner, Mention of Steve Rogers/Thor, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Marshmallow Fluff, Breakfast, First Kiss, Flirting, Friends to Lovers Language: English Published: 2024-03-20 Words: 4,768 Chapters: 1/1

Summary: Bucky is still adjusting to living at Tony's cabin with the rest of the Avengers, and that includes being Uncle Bucky to the most adorable Stark child. Sometimes that includes consuming sugar bombs that make him glad of his super soldier constitution. In all of this are the feelings he's begun to have for Tony, but what does all of that flirting and cuddling during movie nights mean? Bucky's about to find out.

For Winteriron Bingo, Round 2 @winterironevents Square: B5 – Fluff

For @scottxlogan

#winterironevents #winteriron bingo round 2 #Winteriron #Bucky x Tony #Bucky Barnes #Tony Stark #Morgan Stark #Fluff - oh gods so much fluff #fanfic

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hoony-parker · 2 years

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honey, i'm home - s.h

a/n: firstly i wanted to thank all of you for all the love my first steve drabble has received! you guys are amazing! <3. also, you can read this as a part two of this fic, or you can read it individually.

warnings: just fluff and talk about kids (if that's even a warning?)

summary: you and steve have the kids over, and everything just gets very domestic.

w/c: 1.8k (oops?)

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

request: Ahh I would love a part 2 of this! The kids in college and having sleepovers at the house! @victoriajelmore

part one here!

talk steve to me

living with steve for the last four years wasn't always a blast. that's obvious.

the little fights you had every once in a while were minuscle, thank god. but if steve could just lay his shoes next to the front door instead of thrown across the room--

either way, steve was completely sure he always left the shoes next to the door. he swears on the phillies, he'd say. because now, after four years of living in philadelphia, pennsylvania, steve's become a huge fan of the phillies-- though you firmly believe he hasn't seen as much as a game.

also, steve just can't take it when you cook and just leave the dirty dishes there. "just clean it right after you finish using it," he'd tell you, and you'd always remind him, "harrington, last time i got distracted while cooking, you found a piece of my stylist's business card in your spaghetti."

other than that, living with steve was a dream. in four entire years, you hadn't had any other-dimensional incidents, which you greatly appreciated and planned to keep it that way. but, of course, being eight hours away from hawkins also meant being eight hours away from the kids. and steve, although he wouldn't admit it, missed the kids so fucking much.

every time you visited hawkins, the reunion would be so emotional— only from steve and dustin's side. and you really did have a great time visiting, but that didn't make the goodbyes any easier. again, from steve and dunstin's side.

so, when the kids finally graduated highschool and most of them got into the university of pennsylvania and, those who didn't enrolled in the philly community college, you were happy, sure. but steve was ecstatic.

and sure, you missed the silence a little. but you much rathered these days.

"i'm not saying that meg ryan's not a babe, dustin—"

"really? 'cause i heard you say it, steve. i heard you say that meg ryan in 'when harry met sally' is a babe."

"i didn't say she was a babe—," steve insisted.

"i heard you, steve. loud and clear. and may i remind you you have a girlfriend?"

steve raised an eyebrow, unamused. "i am aware, dustin, thank you." dustin gave him a side eye. "are you? cuz seconds ago i heard you call another woman a babe, stephen."

"that's not my name," muttered steve. dustin, however, ignored him as he continued rambling almost incoherently. "and i think that it's disrespectful towards y/n, y'know? saying that another woman's a babe under her own roof—,"

"stop saying babe," steve glared. "i said i thought she was pretty, alright? pretty, not a babe."

"sounds the same to me!" dustin threw his hands up in the air, his eyes comically wide.

"oh. my. god. you're gonna give me a hernia from your bickering," intervened max. "watch your soap opera and do your crossword, if you want. i don't care. just shut up. please," she rolled her eyes.

steve frowned and turned around from where he sat on the sofa, looking at max, who sat next to lucas on the bar stools at the kitchen counter. "what's with her?" he pointed towards the red headed. lucas shrugged, a brow lifted in confusion towards his girlfriend's attitude.

they all heard the keys jingle outside the front door, and they all looked at the door attentively. "i brought pizza!" you called, opening the door with one hand, your bag hanging from your forearm while you held two boxes of pizza with your other hand, pushing the door close with your foot.

steve jumped from his seat to help you, shortly admiring you. your hair was up in a messy ponytail and you were wearing your uniform from the coffee shop you were working part-time at, your schoolbag hanging from your shoulder.

you looked like a mess; exhausted, your eyes tired and with bags beneath them. your apron was still loosely wrapped around your waist with coffee and something that looked a lot like maple syrup staining the fabric. in his eyes, you looked beautiful.

he smiled warmly at you and you reciprocated it rather tiredly. steve took the boxes of pizza from your hand and your bag from your shoulder, pecking your lips in greeting, and he smiled against them when he felt you hum contently. he broke the kiss, face mere inches away from yours, and he looked into your eyes, "hi," steve smiled.

"hi," you grinned. he pecked your lips quickly twice more before heading to the kitchen to place the boxes on the counter, dodging the couple of mattresses that were sprawled all over the living room floor.

you sighed, untying your shoes and placing them next to the door before walking towards the kitchen, chuckling under your breath at the sight of all four of them— dustin, max, lucas and steve, were running around the place, opening cubboards and drawers to take out plates and silverware to place on the coffee table in front of the tv in the living room.

"evening," you called while walking into the kitchen, the three teenagers all answering you descoordinated and emotionless, distracted. dustin, who was bending down to take some placemats, suddenly stood up and pointed to steve. "y/n, steve thinks other women are hot," he rushed to say.

you playfully gasped, turning to him with an offended look. "w-what? dustin, what the hell?!" steve threw his hands up in the air, giving the curly haired boy a confused look. dustin shrugged.

"you find other women attractive? have you been ogling other girls, steve?" you asked seriously, standing up straight and looking at him in the eye for the sake of the joke.

"of course not!" steve said. "gee, calm down. don't get your panties in a twist," scoffed max with a scrunched up face. steve sighed frustradedly at the kids' attempts to get on his nerves, taking the plates from lucas and you walked towards him, pecking his lips lovingly. "we're just messing with you, lover," you took the tableware from him.

"what's with the commotion, anyway?" you asked from the loving room. "they watched that movie with meg ryan," explained max with a tight lipped smile, handing you the two water bottles to place on the table. you nodded in understanding. "meh, that's fine. i always say tom cruise looks hot in the top gun movie," you dismiss with a wave of your hand.

"ha!," steve points at dustin with a wide grin, frowning short after. "wait, what?" he turns to you. you giggle, walking towards your boyfriend and hugging his waist. "not hotter than you, though," you kissed his clothed chest. he grinned, satisfied with your words and hugged you tighter.

max scrunched up her face in disgust. "get a room."

"one more comment and you're sleeping outside, missy," steve threatened jokingly. the red headed rolled her eyes.

"we raised her and that's how she treats us," he shakes his head disapprovingly. "teenagers," you tsked. he laughed in agreement.

when you were all seated in the living room, the kids mostly on the mattresses with their plates in hand, lucas asked through a mouthful. "it feels like we're missing a lot of people."

"we are," his girlfriend deadpanned. you rubbed your hands together to get rid of the crumbs and finished chewing. "well, will and el are in cali, and mike is visiting them," you smiled tightly.

"we really should get more friends," sighed dustin. steve put his arm over the back of the couch behind you, inviting you to cuddle closer to him. "well, college is starting soon. you'll get the chance then, am i right?"

a chorus of 'yeah's' and 'i guess's' sounded through the room.

silence fell into the room, only the sound of the movie coming from the tv playing. steve frowned at the pizza. "did you get this from the place across the building?" he gestured to the pizza.

you didn't answer for a while.

"...yeah."

everyone groaned and dropped the pizza to their plates.

later that night, the kids were already in bed and you and steve were making your bed, stretching the blankets and fluffing your pillows before you got under the covers.

"i love those little rascals," steve sighed, laying on his side while burying his face further into the pillow. you rolled to your side so you were facing him. "they're good kids."

"they are," he said. "imagine how ours are gonna be," his eyes were closed, but he smiled at the idea. he pictured you, your swollen belly and with toddlers running around a house. he loved the idea.

"you've thought of that?" you smiled in surprise. steve slowly opened an eye and peeked at you. "you haven't?"

"i mean... yeah," you shrugged. you cuddled closer to him, throwing a leg over his waist. one of his arms pulled you closer, and he laid on his back so your head could rest on his chest. he let out a big breath and closed his eyes again, his free arm going under his head.

you put your chin on his chest, looking down at him. "tell me more," you whispered, and he opened his eyes shortly again to look at you while giving you a smile, and closed them once again. "well," he inhaled deeply. " we'd have a bunch of kids—,"

"oh, to start your large brood of harringtons?" you giggled. he nodded with a hum. "exactly. a whole basketball team," he said, and you laughed in surprise and delight. one of his eyes opened at the sound, and his grin widened.

"i'm serious here. i'm talking six kids," he smiled. "six?!" you laughed loudly. he hummed affirmatively again. "six little nuggets. three boys, three girls."

you laid back down on his chest, hugging him close. "have any names in mind yet?"

he kissed the crown of your head, "hmm," he thought.

"i was thinking 'benjamin' for one of the boys, 'beth' for one of the girls," he suggested. you nodded into his clothed chest, breathing in deeply in relaxation and breathing out contently at the smell of the remnants of his cologne.

"i love 'em," you told him, your voice already dripping with sleep. "yeah?" he spoke into your temple, dropping a few more kisses there.

"yeah."

"maybe we could name other two 'anna' and 'toby'?" you looked up at him. steve smiled, though confused. "like my grandparents?"

you nodded. laying back down. "i know how much you love them, and i've always liked their names, too."

his hand searched after one of yours, lacing your fingers together. the brown eyed brought yours to his face, kissing your knuckles. "i'm glad we're doing this together," he whispered into your skin, placing more kisses on your fingers.

"we're not doing anything yet," you giggled.

he jumped into action, turning you around and throwing you on your back to the bed, and you let out a surprised yelp. steve hovered over you, and looked down at you with a smirk on his face. he leaned down, placing a single kiss on your neck.

"wanna start now?"

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