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gay-wh0re-slut · 4 months

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Are You Mine?

rhea x reader

content: reader accidentally gets knocked out causing memory loss but rhea is there to help you remember. a cute fluffy lil fic (gonna try first person in a more diary kinda way?? i hope this makes sense and works??!?!)

One Monday Night RAW went a little too crazy. Rhea and Shayna were arguing which ended up becoming a fight. Things got out of hand and chairs were being thrown. Sitting in the front row, I got free tickets because Rhea is my hot goth buff girlfriend, anyway, one of the chairs ended up hitting me in the head. Everyone thought it was planned but it surely was not.

I was immediately out, on the floor. For the sake of television, Rhea and Shayna continued to argue but once the segment was over and the commercial came, the goth wrestler jumped out of the ring and flew to my side.

Medics ran towards me, rolled me out on a gurney and drove me to the local ER. Once the show was done, Rhea drove to the hospital and forced her way towards my bedside. She was crying and holding my hand begging and pleading for me to wake up. I had tubes and lines all over me.

“Is she okay? Will she wake up?” the australian asked the nurse.

“She had a bad hit, so she’ll be out for a while. But everything inside is looking as good,” the nurse sounded dull and tired. I was probably her fiftieth concussion that day.

“So she will wake up?”

“It looks like she will be able to. Considering how hard she was hit, she might have some memory loss, so be prepared for that,” she wrote something on my chart.

“Fuck,” Rhea growled.

The nurse jumped a bit at the muscular woman in her intense makeup and dark clothing. She was scared of her when she walked in but it wasn’t even close to the craziest thing she saw that day.

“I’ll be back later to check on her,” she placed the chart on the hook.

“Okay…Thank you,” Rhea kissed my hand and rested her head on the bed.

The nurse left and closed the curtain behind her.

You’re probably wondering how I remember all this…well I don’t. This is what was told to me and a little bit of dramatization for the story. But this next bit I do remember because it was after I woke up and I was able to recover my memory, but not at first. Don’t worry, it’ll get good.

So after a few hours, according to the doc, I finally woke up. I forced my eyes open and looked to see who was resting beside me. I tried to not freak out about this large dark woman holding my hand but I couldn’t think at all other than “Where am I ?!”

“Y/N!! You’re awake!” she kissed my hand and I immediately pulled it away but she didn’t take too much notice of it because she stood and called for the nurse, “Nurse!! Please hurry she’s awake!! Nurse!”

The nurse walked just a bit quicker than her normal gait. Followed by two more who were checking on different tubes and monitors. She shined the small light in my eyes as I squinted away from her, she checked my pulse and my breathing before spewing off some random medicines.

“Can someone please tell me where I am and why I’m here?” I sat up trying to avoid everyone touching me.

“You had a bad concussion, you were out for a good few hours. You’re at Rosendall Grace hospital,” the nurse said as if she was reciting lines from a play.

“How?” was all I could say.

“It was my fault,” the scary muscular woman said sniffling in the corner, “I was arguing with shayna and we threw a chair and it hit you, I’m so sorry baby.”

“Who’s Shayna and why’d you call me baby? Who are you?” I felt the side of my head that was pulsing. It felt like my brain was going to burst out.

“Don’t touch, there’s a wound there,” the nurse pulled my hand away.

“Shit,” the dark woman slammed her hand on the wall, “You lost your memory. I’m Rhea, I’m your girlfriend and have been for two years. I’m a wrestler for WWE, and Shayna is another wrestler and we were arguing on television but you were in the audience.”

The nurses that were swarming around me looked at each other as if it finally clicked in their head why she looked the way she did and why she was here with me.

“What’s WWE?”

“You’ll remember later, too much to explai-”

“Please don’t pull out your IV,” the nurse grabbed my wrist.

“I’m scared, I don’t know who she is, I’m in a random hospital with nurses that could give two shits about me. I want to leave, please!” I tried wriggle my arm out from her grip.

Rhea sits down in the chair in the corner of the room, “Please just listen to them for right now and you’ll be out sooner. Fighting them won’t help,” she sighed putting her head in her hands.

“Fine,” I huffed crossing my arms refusing them from touching me more.

“Please, we need to fix it,” the nurse held out her hand.

If looks could kill, she’d be long gone by now with the daggers I was shooting at her. She didn’t budge. So I so dramatically give her my hand.

“Thank you,” she snipped, “this is medicine that will help with the pain… morphine,” she shot a look to the australian, as if she was making sure she knew what was going to happen. “You should get your memories back within the night,” she looked back at me giving a fake smile. Taking a big sigh and checking the medicine bag hanging near me, “try to jog her memory like talking about things she likes or about the moments leading up to the injury,” she turned towards my girlfriend before nodding her head. Who knows how long she’s been here.

“Okay, yeah… I can do that,” Rhea dragged the chair back to the side of the bed.

“We’ll be back later the check on things,” the nurse gave a nod and shut the curtain once more.

“Hey,” she tried to grab for my hand but I pulled it away.

“Don’t touch me, I don’t know who you are,” I turned away from her.

“You know me very well actually,” she sat back in the chair, “You know how much vegemite I like on my toast, you know that I love to be the little spoon, you know that I-”

“Vegemite?” I looked at her confused because what the hell is that, legitimately.

“Don’t worry about it,” she waved me away.

“And you,” I gestured frantically to her big arms and muscular stature, “like to be the little spoon?”

“Yes. Don’t start with me, princess,” she began to play into the memory loss as if I was someone she had never met before.

Unbeknownst to me, she was trying to win me back over but obviously I had no clue who this dark haired goth woman was. Did I think she was attractive? Yes but that’s not the point.

“Oh now you’re trying to flirt with me,” I said.

“I’m always flirting with you actually,” she winked.

The butterflies fluttered in my stomach and I tried my best to hide them but…

“Now how did I know that would fluster you, hm?”

“I don’t know! You’re good a flirting?!” I shrugged.

“I am, thank you,” she giggled.

“Ugh,” I huffed and crossed my arms. I remember thinking that she was so incredibly attractive and mysterious. I needed to know more about her but I had no clue where to start. We sat in silence for a good long minute before I decided to break it. “What did you say you did?”

“I’m a wrestler for WWE.”

“And what’s that?”

“It stands for World Wrestling Entertainment. My nickname is Mami, and I’m the big scary villain along with three other guys but we’ll get to them later.”

“Oh,” I really did try to process what she said but I was so far out of it that I had no clue what wrestling was. I thought that if I faked it, she would believe me.

“It’s okay if you don’t remember, you will eventually,” only then did I notice what she was wearing because she was putting everything on display by her manspreading. She noticed that I was staring pretty hard trying to take it all in, “What’re ya looking at so hard?”

“I’m not sure, to be honest. I’m trying to figure out what you’re wearing and why you’re wearing it,” I shifted in the bed.

“Oh,” she chuckled before she stood. “These are my boots,” she pointed at them as her feet turned in, “these are my fishnets,” she pulled at them with a snap, “they always gets holes in them but I think it makes me look cooler, and these are my lil booty shorts,” she pointed at them with both of her hands gesturing to her center, “this is my shirt with the group on it… that’s me,” she pointed at each of the silhouetted figures on the shirt, “that’s Dom Dom, that’s Damian and that’s Finn. They’re my boys,” she smiled.

“Hmm,” I said contently. I was really was fascinated by this woman. She was so… interesting.

She sat back down pulling the chair closer to the bed but I didn’t feel the need to shy away again. Something about her made me feel…safe.

She cleared her throat, “so do you remember anything at all?”

“Well, I know my name is (y/n) only because that’s what you said earlier, and I know I got hit in the head, and obviously I know how to talk, but other than that…” I couldn’t think of anything, nothing at all. I began to freak out a little but I tried to hide it as best I could.

“Hey, hey," she grabbed my hand, "it's okay, you'll get your memories back soon, I'm sure. Nothing to worry about, just a lil blip is all," she kissed my hand.

A shot of warmth from her voice as the kiss flew through me and calmed me almost immediately. I guess I did know her.

We sat in silence for a good moment as I studied her. Her eyes are an icy blue that almost close when she smiles wide, her teeth are perfectly white, her nose is long and skinny with a bump in the middle, it suits her. Her tattoos are dark but fit her style as if she was born with them, her calloused hands look rough but are softer than you can imagine. The way her black wavy hair falls perfectly around her face, framing it just right to accentuate her cheekbones. Her arms are muscular but you can’t tell when she’s relaxed, though I’m sure that if she flexed I’d go into cardiac arrest. I laughed at myself with that one.

“What’s so funny, love?” her voice was quiet but gentle.

The pet name didn’t phase me as much as the first one did, “just thinking.”

“Bout what?” She crossed her legs leaning on her elbow with her chin in her hand.

“How I wish I remembered who you are because I definitely think you’re my type,” I could feel my face getting red and hot.

“Oh trust me, I wish you could too because I most definitely am your type,” one of her blue eyes winked at me and the monitor started beeping faster.

She laughed as she looked at the heart rate going up, “Told ya.”

“Knock, knock,” a different nurses voice came through the curtain before she walked through, “your nurse left for the night so I’ll be taking care of you for now,” she grabbed my chart, “So how are you feeling?”

“My head isn’t throbbing anymore so that’s good, but I guess I still don’t have my memory yet.”

“It’ll come soon, but I’m glad the morphine is working,” she smiled as she put my chart back and flicked the IV bag to get rid of the bubbles, I’m not exactly sure why she did that though.

I gave her a weak smile before looking back at the dark woman beside me. She gave me another wink and the monitor beeped faster again.

“Oh! You okay?” the nurse shot me a look.

“Yeah, uh… I’m fine,” I tried to shrink myself down.

“She’s okay Doc, just trying to jog her memory,” the wrestler said.

“I see,” she giggled, “I’ll be back to check on you later. Maybe try to get some sleep, that usually helps others with their memory. Like a hard reset!” She quietly left the room, if that’s what you wanna call it.

“That’s actually a good idea, wait, when did we eat last?” my so called girlfriend asked.

“Around 5 I think?”

“What?”

“What what?”

“You remember when we ate?” She started to get excited.

“Oh… I guess I do!”

“Do you remember what you ate?”

“Uuuuhhhhhh….” I really thought hard about what food was, “Damn, no I don’t.”

“Damn,” her face dropped immediately, “I’ll get some stuff from the vending machine though, I’ll be right back, baby,” she stood and kissed my forehead.

As if someone hit me with another chair, my head pounded with memories. True Love’s Kiss really came through with this one. I remembered everything, who she was, what I ate, who I was, where we were, why we were here. I held my head as they came rushing back, “Rhea?”

“Yeah?”

“Do that again,” I pointed at my forehead.

So she did, but she didn’t notice that I said her name, which shoulda been the dead give away because I’ll be honest, I didn’t remember her name when she said it at the beginning of this whole mess.

“That’s what I thought,” I said.

“What?” she stepped back a bit.

“That I love you,” I smiled so wide my cheeks hurt.

“You do?! You remember?!” She was almost jumping she was so excited. “So who am I? What do I do?”

“You’re Rhea Ripley of the Judgment Day, you wrestle for WWE and most importantly you’re my girlfriend,” I shook my legs with excitement.

“Yes! Yes!!” She bent down and kissed my lips holding my face, “What else?!” she didn’t let go of my face though.

“We had burgers for dinner with the boys, Dom, Finn, and Damian. You had a match against Shayna that ended with me getting hit with the chair,” I laughed it off.

“YES!!” she kissed me once more, “NURSE! She remembered! Nurse!!!”

She came running in, “YAY!!” she was much more enthusiastic than the other one, “That’s exciting news!! Oh I love hearing about things like this, it’s so cool how the brain works,” she laughed. “I’ll get the doc to come check on you once more to see of you can be discharged. Be right back!” as she slipped out.

“I love you, I love you, I love you!!” Rhea kissed all over my face and down my neck finishing with a long kiss on my lips.

“I love you too…Mami,” I giggled.

“I can’t wait to get you out of here,” she snarled playfully.

“Me either.”

#rhea ripley #wwe #rhea ripley x reader #head trauma #memory loss #i thought this was a fun idea so i had to do it #please like it

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aamalaaa · 1 year

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Lifeline | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: bestfriends to lovers au, hurt/comfort, jk is so understanding, fluff, romance, reader is sad but it'll be ok

warnings: reader suffers from depression but doesn't know it, it gets a little heated but there's no smut

word count: 3.6k

a/n: sooo, this was supposed to be a drabble and yet.. I got a lil carried away. I hope you like this, I've wrote this from my own experience with depression, I hope you can find comfort in it, you're never alone and I love you<3

It’s been days, weeks now that you’ve been feeling like this. Nothing happened, nothing dramatic. You still go to work, still talk to your friends. On the outside, things seem as normal as they usually are. You seem okay, maybe a bit indifferent.

You’re not.

You’re not okay, you feel like not enough air gets into your lungs, you feel heavy, tired, like the weight of the world is too much to endure. You still manage to look relatively okay, you shower, put on makeup, make sure your clothes are clean and fit well together when you put an outfit together.

You haven’t washed your clothes for weeks though. You only have a few things left in your wardrobe, the rest of your clothes lay on a chair, on the floor of your bedroom, your couch and next to the shower.

You didn’t clean up your room, kitchen, bathroom or anything in your apartment really. It doesn’t look good, you can’t stand to leave the lights on because you’d have to face the mess and feel bad about it. You don’t feel like you’re doing enough, you feel incompetent and lazy.

You don’t cry though, can’t bring yourself to. Staying awake and going to work is tiring enough, you can’t muster enough energy to cry on top of that. You wish you could, maybe it would help. Fill the empty hole in your chest, make you feel something again, replace the shame and tiredness with something else. Anything not to feel like this, empty, unmoored.

You’re laying in bed when you hear it first, a soft knock. Your ears perk up at the sound but you still stay wrapped up in your duvet, even bringing it up a little above your head, trying to drown out the noise.

But the noise doesn’t stop, it’s at your front door and it gets louder and louder. Though it stays gentle, like the instigator knows you can’t handle more, loud and constant noises make you feel overwhelmed these days.

You groan loudly before throwing the duvet off your body in one swift motion, making you shiver instantly at the contact of cool air against warm skin. You need to up the heat here, or maybe put on something that isn’t tiny shorts and a tank top.

You barely have anything else in your wardrobe though, goddamn you need to wash your clothes.

You slowly trudge to the front door, hoping the visitor will get tired and go away before you get there. But he doesn’t and you have no choice, someone came up here to see you and you can’t be this ungrateful. Won’t let yourself be.

So you card your hand through your hair to try and tame it before quickly opening the door to its full extent.

The black haired man stares at you with his wide doe eyes, hand stopping mid motion in the air where the door was, a black tote bag in his other hand.

You stare back, shock clearly visible all over your face. If you didn’t expect one thing, it’s to see Jungkook at your doorstep, looking this fucking hot in black sweatspants, a black longsleeved shirt and an equally black baseball cap to match.

“Kook, what are you doing here? Did we have something planned? I forgot didn’t I- Ah shit! I’m so sorry, my mind’s a bit of a mess today..” You anxiously blurt out.

Jungkook awkwardly brushes a strand of hair beneath his ear. “No, no we didn’t have anything planned, don't worry,” He hurriedly says, noticing your nervousness. “I just-“ He pauses. “I hadn't heard from you in a few days and you didn’t respond to my texts so I decided to pay a visit..”

And if his appearance wasn’t enough to make you melt into a puddle of goo, his explanation sure is. Because how could he be this attentionate and caring?

You’ve known Jungkook for a few months, meeting him through your group of friends and you quickly grew closer, became good friends even. And you may or may not have a huge crush on him but that’s another story and you’re not about to admit it out loud, not now, not ever. If he liked you that way he would’ve told you already, you’re not about to burden him with your feelings.

But you’re fine being just friends, he’s an amazing person and you couldn’t imagine your life without him now, he’s the funniest and kindest person you’ve ever known. You can keep your emotions under check, maybe they’ll even settle down after a while.

Though you doubt it considering the way your heart beats loudly against your rib cage only from standing a few feet away from the man. Oh well.

“Oh.. that’s very kind of you,” You breathe out.

Jungkook shoots you a dazzling wide smile and you almost faint at the sight.

“Sooo, can I come in? I got a few things for you,” He lifts up the tote bag he’s been holding.

Your heart skips a beat, god he’s making it very hard for you not to completely fall in love with him.

“Umm..” You start, unsure what to say.

He can’t see your place like this, he’d probably run for the hills. “My place’s a bit of a mess and I was planning on cleaning up today-“

“I can help!” He enthusiastically cuts you off.

You stare at your feet, wiggling your toes around. “I mean you don’t have to, it’s fine really and you must have better things to do..” He can’t see your place like this.

He snorts. “I have the day off, let me help, I want to! Plus, I brought food!” He says, a hopeful smile etched upon his mesmerizing face.

Goddamn fucking Jeon Jungkook, you can’t say no to him, not when he’s looking at you like that.

“I- Ok but please don’t judge, I’m just very busy,” You step out of his way, motioning for him to come in. His only reply is a nod before he slides in through the door.

He spends a moment, and only a moment to observe your apartment before heading towards the kitchen counter and dropping the bag he’s been holding.

You’re so fucking embarrassed, he’s probably gonna judge you or worse, pity you. Though he would never say it out loud, that’s not Jungkook.

“I’ve seen worse,” He gets out a few supplies from the bag and puts them on the counter.

“Please don’t lie, it’s disgusting,” You sigh, picking up a few stray clothes on the floor to throw them on the couch.

He lifts up his eyes to you, gaze locked into yours. You hold it for a few seconds before dropping your eyes to the ground, a rosy tint adorning your cheeks.

“What’s going on?” He gently asks, dropping the broccoli he was holding on the counter and stepping closer to you.

You shrug and nervously fiddle with your fingers, refusing to meet his gaze. You can’t do this, you’ve been really good at keeping your emotions at bay.

You can’t give up now.

But he doesn’t relent. “What’s wrong?” He’s very close to you now and you shyly peek at him before dropping your eyes to your hands again.

He softly takes both of your hands in his, stopping you from fiddling with them. And you can barely hold it in now, you have no distraction to focus on instead of the gaping hole in your heart, threatening to split your whole being in two any moment now.

“Nothing, don’t worry,” You croak.

He drops your left hand to bring his right one up to your chin, tilting your face upward slowly, forcing you to look at him.

You feel them, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, ready to spill out.

He stares at you, an incredibly concerned look in his eyes and caresses your chin softly with his thumb. “Talk to me, please.”

And that’s all it takes for you to lose it, tears flowing freely on your cheeks like cold rain on a fogged up window. You bring your hands up to your face, hiding to the best of your abilities behind them.

“I- I d-don’t know Kookie, what’s wrong with me?” You hiccup, the sound muffled by your palms.

Your heart almost splits in half when your friend takes you in his strong arms, your head laying in the crook of his neck, and strokes your hair in soothing motions. Which only makes you sob harder.

He doesn’t say a word for a long time, settles on stroking your hair and leaving a few kisses on top of your head.

You manage to calm down after a few minutes, but not before you leave a big wet spot on his shirt.

“Oh god I’m so sorry, your shirt is ruined.”

He chuckles warmly and leaves another kiss on your head before replying. “It’s just a shirt.”

You nuzzle a bit closer in his neck, taking in the calming jasmine scent. It’s grounding, like a deep rooted tree in the middle of a storm.

“Do you want to sit down and eat?” He asks, voice just shy of a whisper.

You shake your head no, pressing even closer in his embrace, not willing to let go. Which prompts a loud chuckle out of Jungkook.

“You need to eat, we can lay around and do nothing after.”

You groan, but ultimately step away. Jungkook lets out a small laugh, strokes your hair once more and sweeps his thumbs under your eyes to try and dry your wet cheeks.

You can’t help the furious blush that creeps up your neck and all the way to your cheeks, though you can hide your face behind your hair. So you do.

Jungkook coos before heading towards the kitchen counter, getting to work immediately.

You’re mostly silent, though Jungkook manages to make you laugh a few times with his antics. You eat the meal he prepared for you, not missing the way he constantly peers at you to make sure you’re eating.

You almost eat all of your plate, you’d feel entitled and ungrateful not to. But there’s so much your stomach can take, and the portion he gave you was twice what you’d usually eat.

“This was amazing, thank you,” You smile.

He smiles back, that bunny grin of his you love so much. “My pleasure.” He replies, a slight blush making its way onto his cheeks. “Got anything you want to do this evening?” He tilts his head to the side before getting up and dropping his plate next to the sink.

“I was thinking of just like, watching a movie or something. You don’t have to stay, really,” You’d be lying if you said you didn’t hope he would stay.

Which is why your heart swells ten times its original size at his response.

“I’m not going anywhere, unless you want me to leave,”

You shake your head. “No.. stay.”

He smiles bashfully before taking your plate and cleaning the dishes he had used for the meal. You get up and join him, picking a rag up and drying the clean dishes before you put them in the cupboards.

It takes a few minutes, silence reigning peacefully over the both of you, the only sounds breaking it being Jungkook whistling quietly and water splashing in the sink.

When you’re both done, he excuses himself to go to the bathroom and you take that moment to change into a large black t-shirt and slide under the covers of your bed, using the remote controller to turn on the television.

When Jungkook comes back into the lounge, he chuckles at the sight of you snuggled deep under the covers, a plushie between your arms, scrolling through netflix for a movie to watch.

You quirk your brow at him questioningly when you see him awkwardly standing next to the bed.

“What are you standing there for?” You playfully question.

He cards a hand through his hair, seemingly nervous. “Well.. where do you want me?”

You stare in shock, mouth agape before you break out into a loud cackle while Jungkook frowns in confusion. “What? What did I say?”

“Oh Kook,” Your laughter dies down progressively. “It’s nothing.” You pat the empty side of your bed, smiling amusedly at the black haired man.

He shrugs, confused but still hops on the bed, keeping a safe distance from you, much to your dismay.

“Get under the covers Kookie,” You stare him down.

“O-ok,” He tentatively slides under the covers, fully clothed.

You press play on the title you chose and scoot closer to Jungkook, feeling him stiffen at the proximity. “What’s wrong?” You question, feeling shy all of a sudden. It’s not your first time cuddling with him, so why is he being weird about it?

He exhales slowly before responding. “I just-“ He stops himself, rubbing at his eyes anxiously. “I just want to make sure you’re okay with this.. I know you’re feeling vulnerable and sad right now, I don’t want to take advantage of that.” He almost whispers the last part, while you can only look at him curiously, not quite understanding what he means.

“We cuddled before, what’s different?” You question, straightening up.

He shoots you an indecipherable look before scooting closer to you. “Nothing, come on over.”

You giggle and drape your arm around his stomach, your head resting on his chest. The soft rhythm of his heart puts you at ease almost instantly.

You both watch the movie in silence, Jungkook occasionally stroking your hair, making you shiver each and every time.

After a while he breaks the comfortable silence. “Do you want to talk about what happened earlier?” He breathes out against your hair.

You sigh in resignation. Of course he’d want to know, and it’s understandable. You did have a full on breakdown in his arms, after all. You just don’t know what to say, don’t know what’s wrong. You just know something is.

“I’ve been feeling kinda.. off, I guess?” You start, voice uneven. Another gentle stroke of your hair. “Like I have no energy, I don’t want to go out or do anything, I can’t clean up or do anything except go to work..” You feel him shifting his head a bit, probably looking at you.

You don’t meet his gaze and continue. “It’s silly really, don’t worry too much.”

He sighs and tilts your chin up with his free hand. You slowly lift your eyes, meeting his own. He seems conflicted and hurt. You don’t understand.

“How could you say that?” He observes you carefully. “I care about you, of course I’m gonna be worried. And it’s not silly, it’s important. I want you to be happy, so happy. You deserve it, you deserve everything good. How can you not see that?” He cradles the side of your face with his hand, you blush profusely, your heart beat going absolutely frantic. What the hell is going on?

“I- I’m sorry..” You don’t know what to say, apologizing seems like the right thing to do, seeing the pained look on his face.

His hold on your face gets stronger as his eyes widen. “Why are you apologizing? You did nothing wrong, except thinking so poorly of yourself.” He exhales. “I didn’t want to make you feel bad about it, I’m sorry.” He strokes your cheek tenderly.

You can’t stop staring in his big eyes, like under a spell of some sort. It’s just hard not looking into them when they seem to hold the whole galaxy.

You open your mouth to speak, but close it soon after. He sends you a questioning look.

It takes you a few seconds to reply. “I don’t know what to say..” You murmur.

“You don't have to know what to say, we’ll figure it out together,” He gently replies, shooting you a soft smile in the process.

You almost cry again as his words register in your head. You inhale shakily. “Why-“ You gulp. “Why would you do that for me?”

He brings his head down, fiddling with the sleeve of your shirt. “Why do you think?” He whispers, a peachy tint appearing on his cheeks.

You frown in confusion, using your hand to stop his movements. “Because you’re a good friend? Why are you being so cryptic?” You ask, completely lost

Jungkook chuckles fondly before looking back into your eyes. “I’m really gonna have to spell it out uh,” He cradles the side of your face once more before timidly smiling at you.

“I guess so?” You unknowingly snuggle closer into his hand.

“Will you let me show you?” He strokes your hair with his long fingers, spurring on a shiver out of you.

You send him a puzzled look. You’re so fucking lost. “Um, I guess yeah?”

He looks at your lips before gazing into your eyes again, then stares at your lips once more.

And your heart might leap out of your chest because then, he gets a little closer, his face a few inches away from yours. His breath fanning over your cheeks makes you shiver.

“Can I kiss you?” He murmurs, so close you can almost feel the vibration of his voice onto your skin.

“Can you what-“ You squeeze his hand on instinct, the one you were still holding.

“Kiss you,” He replies cockily, raising a brow.

“Uh, what-“ What’s going on, and why are you so socially inept. “Why would you-“ You loudly gulp, not finishing your sentence.

He nervously chuckles. “Because I-“ His voice cracks, and he tries to move further away from you. You scream internally. “It’s ok if you don’t want to. God I’m sorry I didn’t-“

You cut him off by tugging on his arm and crashing your lips onto his before even realizing what you’re doing. The angle is awkward and your lips collide almost painfully. You don’t care though, can’t bring yourself to.

At first, you both stay there, lips pressed against the other’s, unmoving, surprised by the sudden closeness. But soon enough, Jungkook kisses you back, sighing happily while his soft lips caress yours. You start moving along with him almost immediately, it’s almost like a dance, really.

You feel him shift as he adjusts your position, laying you down backwards and hovering over you, tilting your head back a few inches to deepen the kiss.

Your brain is foggy, you can’t even think or do anything but kiss back hungrily. Like his lips are a lifeline and you’re lost at sea. Latching onto him with unrivaled passion, your hand gripping the hair at the back of his neck pleadingly, soft whimpers escaping your throat only to be swallowed by the man holding you together like glue.

You fist the front of his shirt so forcefully your knuckles turn white while Jungkook nibbles at your bottom lip. You can feel him smirking against your mouth when you let out a loud whimper. He uses that moment to slide his tongue against yours, groaning in the process, lapping at your mouth like a dehydrated man.

And if this is a dance, then Jungkook is a master dancer. And the avid apprentice you are, you’re willing to learn every step, over and over again until you know them by heart.

You slide your hand under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his bare skin and defined abs you thought about more often than you’d be willing to admit. You notice him shivering at the contact of your hand on his stomach and that only serves to spur you on even further, up his ribs and chest.

It goes on like this for a long time, parting for oxygen from time to time, only to come together again. Jungkook and you battling for the lead, though you always end up happily losing the battle. And after a while it gets softer, gentle caresses and long, languid strokes of tongues intertwining together in complete harmony.

Jungkook slides his thumb above your eyebrow, leaning away for just a moment before leaving a quick peck on your lips. When he lets go of your lips, you try to chase his own needily, only to hear a gruff, quiet laugh from the man you just spent the better half of an hour kissing.

You open your eyes and pout at him, which is apparently really funny because he laughs even harder.

Your pout deepens and you try to push him off with all the strength you can muster, which is admittedly not a lot.

He coos at you before leaving yet another soft kiss on your lips, making you sigh happily.

“I guess you wanted to,” He confidently comments, a small smirk lifting the side of his red swollen lips.

You roll your eyes playfully. “Great guess, Sherlock.”

Jungkook settles down next to you, tugging you closer to him as he does. You wrap your arm around him and lay on his chest, just like you did earlier. Except now it feels more intimate and the butterflies in your stomach roam freely around your body.

You don’t even notice you’re dozing off until a strong hand gently shakes your shoulder, you hum in response.

“Do you want me to go?” You hear a scratchy voice murmur in your ear.

You frown and shake your head. “Nuh-uh, stay, please..” You’re barely able to get the words out in your sleepy state.

“Okay, I’ll stay,” He responds, snuggling even closer to you. You suspire contentedly.

As you slowly slip into unconsciousness you ask one last question.

“Are you gonna be here when I wake up?” You slur.

You barely register a soft peck being laid upon your forehead.

“Wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.”

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angelagiarratana · 3 months

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Fidget

Cute lil short story <3

Angela was always really easily excitable. It was a trait of hers everyone loved. She had the best reaction to good news, could make anyone smile and made people feel seen around her. However, that energy never went away, it just went to other places in her brain. Angela never realized she fidgeted until you talked to her about your fidgeting. The first time Angela came over she noticed the slew of fidget toys sitting around your place. She asked you about them which led to her sitting criss-cross on your floor silent for an hour.

The next week during a Board AF shoot Angela was really struggling to focus and comprehend what was happening. You noticed her right pointer finger picking at the skin on her thumb, her leg bouncing and her left hand twirling her hair. You said nothing, simply slipped out the fidget toy from your pocket and slipped into her right hand. She shot you a confused look but then a grateful smile.

“And we’re clear.” Courtney called out and the cast dispersed. You ended up at your desk looking through emails, fidget spinner in your hand. “Hey, Y/n, here’s your fidget back.” Angela stood behind your chair, with a smile on her face, “Thank you by the way.” You took the fidget from your hand, your fingers brushing over hers. Both of you taking a step away from each other, “Hey where did you get that from? I really liked it.” You looked at the piece of metal in your hand and held it back up to her, “Keep it.” She laughed, “No, I can’t take it from you.” You were deadset, “Angela I barely use it. It’s a backup, you know I have plenty.” You took a deep breath, “I’ll tell you what, if you can go two months without picking at your thumbs, I will take you to my secret place and buy you a new one?” Angela smiled and raised an eyebrow, “I’ll do it for a new fidget, a trip to your secret place and a date?” Angela brings it to set everyday.

After two months Angela’s thumb skin had grown back and she came to your desk, a huge smile on her face. “Y/n I believe you owe me something.” You stopped typing and spun around to look at her, fidget in her hand down by her side. You reached for her hands to which she proudly presented her thumbs, cocky smirk on her face. You nodded and dramatically made noises of approval. “Okay. We can go get you a new one.” You didn’t mention the date on purpose, wanting to know how serious she was about wanting it. “Don’t forget our date either!” You giggled at her and nodded, “Of course pretty girl.” Angela blushed deeply.

Angela walked you from her car to your door after your date. She watched the door close and kicked herself for not kissing you. She stuck her hand in her pocket to get her car keys when she felt the metal fidget in her pocket. That familiar warm feeling took over her face and neck and she found the courage to knock. Not that you had gone far, back against the door waiting to hear her car drive off before you called Courtney to gush. You opened the door sheepishly and Angela grabbed your chin, “Can I kiss you?”

#angela giarratana #smosh #starkid #angela giarrantana fanfic #angela giarratana x reader

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junetuesday · 2 years

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24 Hours in Room 426 - pt 2 [complete]

Summary: Part 2 of 24 hours in a hotel room with boyfriend!LHH. Smut held together (loosely) by fluff. There’s no plot.

Content warnings: smut (nipple play, light hair pulling, overstimulation, toys, squirting, creampie kink, oral M and F receiving), fluff, alcohol, food, LHH and bunrry. Warnings are for both parts.

Word count: 7058

A/N: thank you for the love on part 1! I hope you also enjoy part 2 :) if you did please please reblog or even send me a lil ask about it, it would make my week ;D. There’s a couple of bits in this that I’d be more than happy to expand on if anyone was interested hehe. Oh and not really a warning but there’s like mention of the trials and tribulations of having a bf in the biggest boyband on the planet in this part. And kinda in the first part I guess but oh well.

3:22pm

The only sound in the room was the TV, playing whatever movie you’d found that looked half decent. Harry was lying on the sofa, legs crossed at the ankle and propped on one arm rest, his head on the other. His arms were folded across his chest, his freshly washed hair wrapped up in a towel. You looked over at him from where you were sorting out your mess of a suitcase, watching his head nod to the side and then snap back up, his body jolting him awake. That was probably the third time you’d seen him do that, and you weren’t even really paying attention to him.

“Just go for a nap.”

“M’not tired,” he grumbled.

“You’re literally falling asleep right now, H.”

“No m’not.” His eyes were closed, and by the way his face was contorting you could tell he was stifling a yawn.

“Come on,” you got up, going over to him and grabbing his wrists to help pull him to his feet. “Bed.”

With what appeared to be great personal effort, Harry stood up, the towel falling from his head in the process. He shook out his damp hair as he stumbled over to the bed, water flying off the unruly curls. Flopping down heavily on the bed, he curled onto his side.

“Will you lie with me?”

“Sure.”

You grabbed your phone before joining him on the bed. You didn’t really feel like sleeping, but you were more than happy to just chill and watch the movie while he slept. Putting a couple of pillows behind your head so you could comfortably see the TV, you lay down next to him, lifting your arm to let him tuck into your side. Harry threw a bent leg over yours, an arm dropping heavily across your middle. His hair was wet against your warm but you didn’t mind, your hand rubbing his back gently. Your fingers traced soft circles on his forearm, and soon his breathing became slower and deeper as he drifted to sleep.

7:31pm

Dressed in your new dress, heels on and hair and make up done, you opened the ensuite door to go back into the bedroom. At least, that was your plan, until Harry stopped you in the doorway.

“Wait, hold on.”

“What, why?”

“Just stay in there a minute,” he shooed you back into the bathroom, pulling the door closed - only to open it a moment later, kiss your forehead, and then close it again.

Puzzled, you busied yourself with putting your make up back into its travel case. You were just about done by the time you heard a knocking on the bathroom door.

“What is he doing?” you muttered under your breath as you checked your reflection in the mirror before opening the door.

You were greeted by a smiling Harry, who completely ignored the confusion written across your face.

“Hello.”

“...hi?” you replied uncertainly as he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“You look gorgeous.”

“Thank you..?” you smile, confusion still evident in your tone.

“I’m picking you up for our date.”

Of course.

“Ohhh, okay, sorry I’m with you. How was uh, how was the traffic?”

“Ugh,” he rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. “Nightmare, don’t even get me started. Shall we?”

He gestured to the table, leading you by the arm to the table that sat only a few steps away from the bathroom door. He’d moved one of the chairs so that instead of sitting opposite each other, you’d be sat around the corner of the table. He pulled out your chair for you, helping you scoot it closer to the table once you were seated.

“Thank you.”

You watched him as he moved to his own seat, shrugging off his blazer and hanging it over the back of his chair. He wore the same ripped skinny jeans as yesterday, but instead of a t- shirt they were paired with a loose, off-white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows, and instead of bare feet he had on camel chelsea boots. His shirt was unbuttoned over halfway, and hung off him in such a way that when he leaned forward as he sat down it gaped open, giving you a clear view of the expanse of his chest - the sparrow tattoos just below his collar bones with a cross necklace hanging between them, right down to the butterfly on his stomach. He ruffled his hair as he settled in his seat, shaking it forwards then raking his fingers through it to push it back off his face before turning to you.

“Champagne?”

Harry didn’t wait for your response, reaching for the bottle and two glasses on the table.

“When’d you get that?” you wondered aloud as he poured you both a glass.

“Got it sent up last night before you arrived, but obviously we never got round to drinking it.”

He handed you your glass, and you waited for him to lift his before clinking them together.

“Cheers.” “Cheers.”

You both took a sip, and he watched you over his glass as he did so. You held his gaze for a moment, but soon found it so intense you had to look away, your eyes scanning the table instead. There was a lit candle in the centre - one you recognised as one of Harry’s own, a piece of home on the road.

It was then that you heard it. While you were getting ready he’d put on some playlist, playing softly through a portable speaker on the dresser beneath the TV. This was different though - instead of music there was the sound of people talking. Not loud enough to distinguish any words, just the background hubbub of multiple conversations, muttered in low tones. There was the occasional clatter of silverware, the clink of glasses – it almost sounded as if you were in a restaurant…

“What are we listening to?” you looked to Harry, your mouth curling into a questioning smile.

“Restaurant ambiance,” he smirked, taking another sip of champagne.

“You’re ridiculous,” you laughed, shaking your head. “I love you.”

You scooted your chair closer to the corner of the table, and he did the same, until they were almost touching. You leaned in to kiss his cheek once you were close enough, your lips catching the corner of his mouth instead when he turned his head at the last second. He lifted his hand to your cheek, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. His eyes were trained on your mouth as he leaned in, lids slipping shut at the last second before your lips connected. It was a short kiss, but one you know you would have never shared in an actual public restaurant.

It truly didn’t bother you that you were trapped in this hotel room - it had its benefits, after all. It was different for him, you knew, not being able to explore and just be wherever and however he wanted. For these 24 hours though, it worked in your favour. You didn’t have to share him with anyone - he was yours and yours alone.

The thought did cross your mind then, how you were glad to be in the privacy of your own room, where you could touch and kiss and talk about whatever you pleased, but you didn’t voice it. All that would do is highlight the way it might have been if you had gone out, and then he’d apologise, and you’d have to reassure him that it was fine, and it would be a whole thing. A whole thing you’d done enough of in the past. So instead, you placed your hand on his knee and reached for your glass, leaning back into your seat as he started to recount some story or another.

You’d talked and laughed and sipped your way through two glasses each before either of you thought to look at ordering food, Harry reaching for the room service menu while you shared the last of the bottle between your glasses. He clicked his tongue, humming as he read through the options.

“What ya thinkin’?” You leaned your head on his shoulder to look at the menu together, open on the table between you; his hand coming to rest on your thigh.

“I’m thinking we should switch to white wine.”

“Sure,” you smiled. “I want the pasta. But I also want a pizza.”

“Could get both and split them?”

You lifted your head off his shoulder to look at him. “You’re a genius.”

He just nodded, as if to say well, we already knew that.

“You want garlic bread as well?”

“Obviously.”

He nodded again, and gave your thigh a squeeze, the bands of the thick rings on his index and middle fingers cold against your skin, before pushing his chair back and standing up. Leaning back in your seat, you took a contented sip of your drink while he called in your order from the phone on the bedside table.

9:01pm

By the time the food had arrived you’d long finished your drink and had moved on to devouring each other. Your hands tangled in his hair and his inching further up your thighs, dangerously close to their apex, you’d jumped at the knock on the door. Harry had cursed, his short fingernails scratching along your skin as his fingers curled into a fist.

You’d collected yourself while he let the waiters in, moving your glasses aside to let one of them set two large trays down on the table, another exchanging a bottle of white wine and two wine glasses for your empty champagne one(s). Somehow you’d both managed to eat something - once it was in front of you you realised how hungry you actually were - and before long you were sitting on the sofa nursing a glass of wine, waiting for Harry to come back from setting the trays outside the door to be taken away, leftover pizza safely stored in the mini fridge.

You surveyed him over the top of your glass when he returned, picking his phone off the bedside table and putting on some quiet music.

“I think we’re done with the restaurant ambiance for now.”

You giggled, the sound catching in your throat as he made his way over to you. His demeanour had shifted, the wide easy smile he’d worn for most of the evening gone. His brow was furrowed slightly, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as his eyes trailed up and down your body.

You chewed at your lip, breaking eye contact for a second to set your glass down on the dresser. When you looked back he was just sitting down next to you, his hands reaching for your waist, and you took the hint, clambering into his lap. His hands held your hips, settling you on top of him as he leaned back against the seat, spreading his legs as he got comfortable.

Threading your fingers through his hair, you pushed it away from his face, tucking a strand behind his left ear.

“Thanks for dinner.”

“Y’welcome.”

His voice was low, his eyes still boring into yours, breaking away only to glance down at your lips and then back up to your eyes. His hands moved up your body, his palms brushing over the sides of your breasts before his arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you down to him. Your mouth found his with a soft moan, his lips moving with yours. His tongue slipped past your lips as his hand moved to grip the back of your neck, giving you no choice but to let him explore your mouth.

Your hands dipped inside the front of his shirt, one resting on his chest and one clutching the side of his neck as you kissed. Your lips soon replaced the latter, nudging the collar of his shirt aside with your nose to sponge wet kisses along his skin. He hummed appreciatively, pulling the straps of your dress down to let the loose fabric of your dress fall to your waist when you straightened up. He kissed the tops of your breasts hungrily, teeth nipping and lips sucking at your skin. Your chest heaved as you breathed deeply, your head dropping back. You reached behind you to undo your bra, Harry’s hands moving quickly to help you pull it off and drop it to the floor.

The moment your breasts were free he buried his face between them, his hands kneading them roughly, pushing them into his face, rings cold against your skin. He turned his head slightly to kiss the right one, beginning a circle of sucking kisses that spiralled closer and closer to your nipple. His hand still gripped the other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. You whimpered at his touch, the contact leaving you all the more desperate for him to touch your almost painfully hard right nipple.

“Fuck,” you moaned when he finally sucked it into his mouth, rolling his tongue across its peak.

Your hands rested on his shoulders, toying with the ends of his hair, twisting strands around your fingers. You gave a frustrated tug when he removed his mouth from your flesh, another whimper passing your lips. You looked down at him, a pout ready on your lips, but he didn’t notice. The crease between his brows was more evident than before, his eyes focused on your chest. He swapped his hands, his left squeezing your right breast, thumb grazing over your damp nipple; his right holding your waist, the fabric of your dress bunched up between his fingers. He repeated his earlier motions, his lips pressing open mouthed kisses to your skin.

“H, please.”

He didn’t respond, didn’t give any indication that he’d even heard you, just continued with his work. You knew he did though, because he was working in even tighter circles now, drawing out the route he was taking, the corner of his lips brushing over your nipple ever so slightly - just to spite you. You were about to take matters into your own hands, grasp his hair at the root and arch your back to angle yourself just right, when he finally brought the point of his tongue to your nipple, swirling around it once before sucking it into his mouth fully.

You moaned at the feeling, relief flooding through your nerves. You rolled your hips instinctively, grinding down onto his lap. You could feel him hard beneath you, contained by his tight jeans in a way that couldn’t be comfortable for him. He made you wait for your relief though, so you were in no hurry to help him out. Except you kind of were, but you were determined not to. It was like a game, who could get who the most worked up before they snapped, and it almost always went the same way. You’d think you had him - the way he was looking at you before he joined you on the sofa made you think you held all the cards. He wanted you, badly. And then all of a sudden, there you were, putty in his hands. It would be infuriating if it didn’t make you feel so good - if he didn’t make you feel so good.

So, you resolved to just make things worse for him, weaving your fingers through his hair and tugging. He groaned around your nipple, the vibrations sending shocks through your body. You clenched around nothing, pressing your clothed pussy against his crotch. His fingers dug into your waist, encouraging you to give another roll of your hips. That stopped you, of course, lifting yourself up slightly so you were no longer sitting directly on him.

He released your nipple with a wet pop, your movements pulling it from his mouth, and looked up at you intently. You were both breathing heavily, his lips slightly puffy and glistening.

“Did you bring the… stuff?”

He paused before the last word, a fraction of a section longer than even his usual slow cadence, just enough to emphasise the word. To imply that he didn’t mean any old stuff, but rather, The Stuff.

“Mmhmm,” you nodded, your tongue flicking out to wet your bottom lip and draw it into your mouth, biting down on it gently.

He turned his head, eyes flicking purposefully towards your suitcase.

You’d forgotten about it, in all honesty, until you’d gone to rearrange your bag earlier. Now sitting on top of a sloppily folded hoodie was a second make up bag, brought on this trip at Harry’s request. Its contents were simple: a g-spot vibrator, a bottle of lube, and a packet of toy and body wipes.

You nodded again, confirming the location of The Stuff.

“Can I?”

A third nod, more eager than the last. Harry kissed the valley between your breasts firmly, hands giving your hips a squeeze before pushing at them to get you to stand up.

You moved to sit on the end of the bed while he grabbed the bag, your dress discarded on the floor in the process. You bent to undo the strap on your heels, but Harry stopped you, stepping between your legs. His finger curled under your chin, tilting your face upwards.

“Leave them on.”

Another nod. It was as if you’d lost the power of speech all of a sudden, silently moving up the bed until your head hit the pillows. Harry stayed at the end of the bed a moment longer, pulling your underwear from your body as you moved away from him. Shoving them into the back pocket of his jeans, he crawled up beside you.

He lay on his side next to you, still fully clothed beside your naked body. You held his gaze, your breathing shallow, as he leaned over you to kiss you, your eyes only closing for the short time his lips were on yours before opening to watch him pull away. His eyes dropped down to focus on the make up bag, now resting on your stomach, but yours studied his face. You watched his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he swallowed, a muscle in his jaw flexing with the movement. You shifted your gaze, watching him take the vibrator from the bag. You watched him stretch across you to put the bag down on the bed, out of the way. You watched him settle back on his side, pushing his hair back off his face before bending his elbow and resting his head on the palm of his hand. You watched the front of his shirt gape open, revealing the entirety of his right pec. You watched him drag the curved tip of the toy, not yet turned on, along the centre of your stomach, between your breasts, and up to your mouth. Only when he rested it on your bottom lip did your eyes return to his face, opening your mouth to let him slide it between your lips.

You knew there was music playing in the room but for the life of you you couldn’t have said what it was. The only thing your senses were registering was Harry. The smell of his shampoo and cologne. The warmth of his body beside you. The sight of his brows knitted together, his tongue rolling over his bottom lip slowly. The sound of his breathing, growing heavier with each gentle push and pull of the toy into your mouth. The taste of hard plastic on your tongue.

You swallowed harshly once your mouth was empty, the toy buzzing to life when Harry clicked a button on its base. The two of you watched as he brought it to your skin, starting between your breasts. He followed the same course his mouth had earlier - slow, teasing circles around each breast. Your breathing was shaky, your chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. You closed your eyes, willing yourself to relax, to just take it all in, enjoy the whole experience. The anticipation was killing you though, the leisurely pace and featherlight touch with which he was dragging the vibrator across your skin. You shifted, rubbing your thighs together to try and get some relief from the throbbing between your legs.

Harry lifted the toy from your chest, and for a moment you thought he’d given up on the game, that he was going to press it firmly to your clit or push it into your dripping centre - but you couldn’t have been more wrong. You opened your eyes to see him drop it onto your stomach instead and grab your knee, pulling your thighs apart. You whined, watching him pin your leg to the bed with his own before picking the toy back up.

He did, however, grant you some mercy, dipping his head to suck your nipple into his mouth. He focused the vibrator on the other breast now, circling around the very edge of your nipple. You moaned gratefully, your back arching. You threaded your fingers through his hair, pushing back the waves that fell around his face so you could see him. His eyes were closed, focused on rolling his tongue over your nipple over and over. You squirmed beneath him, your hips rolling, searching for something to grind against. Your hand in his hair acted on instinct, trying to push him down your body to where you needed him to be. He didn’t oblige, instead pulling back and propping himself up on his elbow.

“Please,” you whispered, your eyes locking onto his, your hand reaching out to tuck a lone curl behind his ear before settling at the back of his neck.

He didn’t reply, still ghosting the toy tortuously around your nipple.

You tightened your grip on his hair, arching your back and trying to close your legs, making him press down with his knee to keep your leg pressed to the sheets.

“Please, Harry.”

And just like that, you’d lost the game. Because of course you fucking did. You always did.

A smile spread across Harry’s face, a stupid smug smirk that you wanted to kiss off his stupid smug face. He didn’t give you a chance to though, your mouth dropping open in a desperate gasp as he pressed the vibrator right to your clit.

“Holy fuck,” you moaned, followed by a whine when he pulled the toy away.

Your body writhed on the bed, as much as he would let it anyway, your fingers twisting into his hair once more. Harry leaned over you, rubbing his nose against yours, hovering his lips over yours.

“What do you want, baby?”

You pulled his face that little bit closer to yours, bringing your lips together in a desperate kiss. He returned it with the same fervour, grinding against your thigh. You could feel his cock pressing against you, hard and thick inside his jeans.

“Just,” you breathed against his lips, in between sucking kisses. “Touch me. Please.”

“Okay. Why didn’t you just say?” His tone was casual, as if you’d been being difficult about where you wanted to go for lunch.

You rolled your eyes, Harry pecking your cheek before pulling away and lying back on his side. You breathed deeply, readying yourself for his next move, half expecting him to continue to tease you. Thankfully, he did not, instead pressing the tip of the vibrator to your clit and holding it there.

You moaned, moving your hips to grind your pussy against the toy. Harry’s leg still kept yours from raising off the bed, but he allowed you to move enough for that. You were so worked up from his teasing, arousal building inside you since way back before you even ate, that you knew it wouldn’t take much for you to come. Harry clicked the button on the base of the toy again, turning up the intensity of the vibrations, and your lower body tensed.

“Oh my god,” your voice was just above a whisper, your eyes squeezing shut.

He slid the toy along the length of your pussy, dipping inside you just barely before returning to your clit. You let him repeat the motion once more before you couldn’t take it anymore, your hand grabbing his and holding it where you needed it. You just about heard Harry groan beside you, but your mind was clouding over, entirely consumed by pleasure. Your grip tightened on Harry’s hand when you felt it move, but you needn’t have worried. He flicked his wrist, jerking the toy back and forth in tiny rapid movements, just like he’d seen you do, and you were coming, your whole body tensing and your hips bucking up wildly. The vibrations kept you coming, pleasure rushing through your body in waves, spreading all the way to the tips of your toes, and Harry kept the vibrations coming, holding the toy firmly against your clit. Your fingernails dug into his skin as you gripped his hand - it was starting to become too much but you didn’t want to pull him away just yet, wanted to see how long you could hold out.

The choice was soon taken from you, Harry’s stronger hand moving the vibrator away from your clit. Your body slumped, a heavy breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding forcing its way out of your chest. You only had a moment’s respite though, a shuddering gasp bursting from your lips when Harry pushed the toy inside you. It slipped into your wet pussy easily, the curved tip nestled against your g spot firmly.

“Oh my god!”

You were much louder this time, taken by surprise. Harry started to flick his wrist again, this time to thrust the toy in and out of you quickly. Your walls spasmed around the toy, a second orgasm charging its way towards you at record speed. You could feel the muscles in Harry’s hand twitching under your palm, straining to keep pushing the toy into you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come–”

The second you squeaked out the words you were coming again, even harder than before, your back arched off the bed and your head pressing back into the pillows. It all happened so fast after that - Harry letting your orgasm force the toy out of your pussy, pressing it back to your clit instead, white hot pleasure blocking out every one of your senses except the rattling sound of wet vibrations.

“Fucking hell.”

Body sinking into the mattress, you pulled weakly at Harry’s wrist. Your nerves were on fire, and you felt like one more touch to your swollen clit might kill you off. He clicked the toy off, tossing it onto the duvet and bringing his hand gently to your cheek instead.

“That was so hot,” he grunted into your open mouth, sucking your bottom lip between his own. “You alright?”

You took a moment to think, your chest heaving with each heavy breath. Your senses were coming back to you, and your predominant feeling was wetness. You could feel it pooling under your ass, and in the creases where your thighs met your pelvis. It had happened a few times before - you squirting - but it took you both by surprise every time. Were you alright, though? Yeah, you’d say so. More than alright.

“Yeah,” you nodded, puffing your cheeks up and forcing the air past your lips in a heavy sigh. “Yeah, I’m good.”

It took a few minutes for you to fully recover, Harry’s fingertips drawing gentle circles on your waist and his lips pressing gentle kisses to your lips. Once he felt you start to kiss him back properly, though, your body curving off the bed to press against his, he brought his hand back to the side of your neck. His thumb brushed along the edge of your jaw, across your bottom lip, his eyes watching you intently as you sucked it into your mouth.

You moved so your body was over his, one of your legs slotted between his. You tugged at his wrist, pulling his thumb from your mouth and linking your fingers together. Bringing your clasped hands down to the bed you kissed along his jaw, gradually making your way down his neck and chest. With one hand he undid the last few buttons of shirt, so by the time your lips reached the butterfly tattooed on his torso the rest of your path was clear.

You moved to unbuckle his belt, dropping his hand, but he was faster, hands pulling at the leather deftly. You lay back on the bed again, propped up on your elbows as he wiggled out of his jeans and boxers. Harry kneeled over you while he shrugged off his shirt, keeping eye contact with you as he leaned down to kiss you. You let your lips connect, but only briefly, your hands pushing at his chest so he was on his back again. You were determined to finish what you’d started, complete the path of kisses you’d began plotting down his body. And besides, you didn’t think you could handle him touching you again just yet.

Kneeling beside him on the bed, you reached for the discarded make up bag, dropping it to the floor once you’d retrieved the bottle of lube. You pumped a generous amount into your hand before tossing the bottle too. Harry gasped through gritted teeth when you let a few drops drip down onto the head of his cock, the liquid cold on his sensitive skin. You soon warmed him back up though, your hand wrapping around his length and spreading the lube across his skin. Holding the base firmly, you dipped your head to lick the underside of his cock, your open mouth hovering over the head when you reached the top. You stayed there for just a heartbeat, letting him feel the warmth of your breath, before repeating the motion. When you looked up at him through your lashes he was propped up on his elbows, watching you. You dipped your head further, keeping your eyes on his as you wrapped your lips around him. He moaned, his hands gripping the sheets when you started to suck, massaging his slit with your tongue. You closed your eyes, dipping your head lower to take more of him, then coming back up. Your lips pouted around his cock, you looked back up at him.

Harry leaned his head back with a groan, running his fingers through his hair. You lowered your head again slowly, taking more and more of him into your mouth until you felt like you couldn’t take any more. One hand wrapped around what wouldn’t fit in your mouth, the other cupped his balls and applied gentle pressure, the back of your index finger stroking the sensitive area behind his balls.

“Oh fuck yeah.”

His hips bucked up as he spoke, his cock hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

“Shit, sorry,” he mumbled, lifting his head to look down at you.

You pulled off him to swallow the excess spit and lube collecting in your mouth, your hand pumping his length, but when you moved to lower your head again he stopped you. His hand cupped your cheek, tilting your face towards his.

“I can’t,” he shook his head, nibbling on his bottom lip. “I need to fuck you.”

“Okay,” you nodded, sitting back on your heels. “Why didn’t you just say?”

Harry sighed in mock exasperation, prodding your thigh with his finger before standing up. He helped you get to your feet too, catching you when you stumbled off the bed. His hands moved from your waist up to your face, holding your cheeks with both hands as he kissed you. Guiding you over to the table, he pressed a series of firm kisses to your lips, ending with a particularly long one before helping you hop up onto the table.

You lay back on the hard surface, propped up on your elbows with your legs dangling off the side. Harry stood between your legs, gripping your calves to hitch them up to his waist and pulling you to the very edge of the table.

The height of the table meant you were perfectly aligned - all he had to do was tilt his hips and cock was tucked between your folds, rubbing along the length of your pussy. Completely soaked from your orgasm, your bodies slid together easily, and you hummed contentedly.

Harry repeated the movement a few times, covering himself in you, before letting go of one of your legs to wrap his hand around his length. You giggled breathily when he tapped his cock against your clit a few times, your skin tingling with sensitivity, before he guided himself into you with a heavy moan. Taking hold of your leg again, he used them both as leverage to push himself fully into you.

“Jesus.”

You watched him mutter under his breath as he watched himself slide in and out of you slowly. It felt incredible, you could feel every inch of him in this position, dragging over your most sensitive parts. His head dipped, his expression was one of deep concentration and focus. You watched his abs tense with each deep thrust into you, muscles flexing under his butterfly tattoo. You could just about see the laurels above where your bodies connected, partially obscured by your thighs.

Still just as deep, his movements began to pick up speed.

“Oh,” you gasped, your head dropping back and your mouth hanging open.

“You feel,” he paused to grunt with a particularly hard thrust. “So fucking good.”

You just hummed, words evading you. Harry grunted every few thrusts, and you lifted your head to look at him again. His hair had fallen around his face, and he was watching your body jolt on the table with the force of his movements, your breasts bouncing rhythmically. You caught each other’s eyes, a breathless chuckle passing both your lips that clearly said this is incredible, right? He gave a few more harder thrusts, biting his bottom lip, and you whined at how deep he was hitting inside you.

He shifted, repositioning so your legs were flush to his chest, your ankles above his shoulders. You lay back fully on the table, embracing the stretch in the back of your legs. Harry’s fingers dug into your thighs where he gripped them to his body, his cock somehow even deeper inside you than before. He rolled his hips a few times, dragging his cock across your g spot and making you moan before he started thrusting again. You gasped each time he did, the pitch rising each time. You knew you were being insanely loud, but you literally couldn’t help it. Your hands kneaded your breasts roughly, tweaking your nipples between your fingers, desperately trying to crest the mountain of pleasure rising inside you.

Still holding one of your thighs tight to his chest, still fucking into you persistently, Harry leaned forwards to take over. Your legs hooked over his shoulders, and the new angle meant his pelvis bumped against your clit with every thrust. With his hand clawing at your breast, the pressure building up inside you was ready to snap again.

“I’m gonna come–”

He swore at your moaned admission, his brow furrowing and jaw tensing as he redoubled his efforts. You whined and writhed your way through your third orgasm of the evening, your hands grasping his forearm in a desperate search for something to ground you as pleasure wracked through you.

When you came back to Earth Harry was still pounding into you, but you could tell he was getting closer to his own release. He was moaning and cursing, and his hand on your breast was pushing you against the table as he began to struggle to support his weight.

He seemed to realise the latter himself, moving his hand to the table by your waist instead, his other hand leaving your thigh and doing the same on your other side. You tried to meet his frantic thrusts as best you could, but after one too many mistimed jerks of your hips you opted to just clench around him, again and again.

He looked down with a groan, as if he could see into where your walls were squeezing him, his hair falling in front of his face . He was close enough now that you could reach up and push it back, letting you see into his pretty green eyes when he looked back up at you. The chain dangling around his neck swung with each slam into you, the cross hitting him squarely in the chest each time.

You tightened your hand in his hair into a fist, tugging his head back ever so slightly at the same time as you gave a particularly tight pulse around him.

“Fffuck me…”

The words almost got stuck in his throat, his teeth digging hard into his bottom lip as he struggled to form an ‘F’ sound before they burst past his lips forcefully.

Harry moaned loudly as he came, his thrusts not slowing until he was fully spent, releasing inside you in heavy bursts. Eventually slowing to a steady grind, he pushed his cum deeper into you with each roll of his hips

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, leaning down to kiss you messily. You bit his bottom lip as he pulled away, only letting go at the last possible moment to let him straighten up.

He eased your legs down from his shoulders, massaging your thighs. Your hips ached, and your hamstrings were beginning to sting, but you knew you’d do it again in a heartbeat. You might even do it again tomorrow, who could say.

You watched Harry watch himself pull out of you slowly, taking his time to drag out every last moment.

“Stay there, don’t move.”

You weren’t in any particular rush to go anywhere, so you just nodded, laying back with your eyes closed and your legs dangling over the edge of the table. Your eyes flew open again a moment later, a buzzing sound reaching your ears from the other end of the table.

“H,” you whined. “I can’t.”

You sat up to look at him, sitting in a chair at the head of the table and holding the vibrator.

“I think you can, gorgeous.”

He lifted your leg back onto his shoulder, trailing his fingers softly along your outer thigh while he looked to you for confirmation to proceed. You sighed, slumping back against the table. Harry said your name softly, pressing you for an actual answer.

“Go on then.”

In an instant the toy was pressed to your clit, and your body seized up.

“Holy shit–”

Using two of his fingers, Harry gathered the cum that had started to drip out of you, pushing them and it back inside you. He flipped his hand over with his fingers buried inside you, turning it palm down and pumping in and out while keeping the toy pressed to your clit. He’d turned it on to a pulse setting, his fingers moving in time with the vibrations.

Your heel was pressed into his back as your legs tensed, your back arching off the table as you whimpered. It was too much, it was all entirely too much, the pulses of the toy getting faster and his fingers matching their pace. You just glimpsed Harry glancing between your face and your pussy before your eyes screwed shut, your lips pressed together, your whole body feeling like it was on fire.

“Come on, baby, that’s it…”

You nodded your head jerkily at his encouragement. “I- I’m - oh fuck–”

Your pussy clenching and shuddering around his fingers, your leg fell from his shoulder as Harry lunged forward, replacing the toy with his mouth. He sucked on your clit harshly, still fucking his cum into you with his fingers as you came again.

Your hand flew to the back of his head, keeping his mouth pressed against you until you stopped coming, until you stopped feeling like your entire body was imploding. You collapsed against the table when that moment finally came, Harry’s mouth dragging across your skin to kiss your inner thigh instead. Pulling his fingers out of you slowly, he moved his fingertips along your folds slowly as you came down from your high. It didn’t take long before you were squirming on the table, trying to get away from his touch.

“Mmm okay, stop, please.”

Harry bit the very top of your thigh in response, but did move his hand away. Standing up between your legs, he brought his fingers up to your lips. Your eyes closed, you parted your lips to let him slip them into your mouth, sucking them clean lazily.

“You good?”

You hummed around his fingers, nodding, and your thighs twitched either side of his. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, Harry leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips before you felt him step away. You heard him move around the room, and then the rustling of him opening your packet of wipes. You just lay there and let him clean you up gently, hearing him mutter I know, I know when you whined, your nerves hypersensitive to his touch.

You wanted to go to sleep right there on the table as soon as he was done, but he grabbed your forearms and pulled you upright, standing back between your legs.

“Come on, bed.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you slumped against him tiredly. Harry gripped your thighs, lifting you off the table and carrying you to the bed. The bed was wet beneath you where he lay you down, but you didn’t care. Keeping your legs wrapped around him, you tightened his arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible.

“Love you,” he murmured in your ear, kissing your neck. “So much.”

You hummed, a quiet love you too pressed to his shoulder. With one last kiss to your cheek, he pushed up onto his hands so he was hovering over you, arms bracketing your head.

“Thanks for coming.”

You smiled in reply, your hands holding the sides of his neck and thumbs brushing along his jawline.

“And for visiting, too.”

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adoringhaikyuu · 3 years

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hello!! i have a bit of a request! could i get oikawa bokuto and kuroo w a s/o who absolutely loves to cook and bake and does so a lot, but always always always shares the food they make? n they kinda slowed down in making food bc ppl arent accepting or wanting the food they make and its making them really down :(

ive been having this issue w my roommates bc i always cook for them w lots of love and they never eat what i make and its,, draining on me,,,,

but yea!! i just want oikawa bokuto n kuroo to make me feel a lil better :( thank u so so so much!!!! i love ur blog n ur writing so much 🖤

THEY AREN'T EATING YOUR FOOD SO YOU STOP COOKING FOR THEM

CHARACTERS: bokuto + kuroo + oikawa + (gn!reader)

WARNINGS: none

NOTES: i hope everything is ok and if not i hope it gets better!! <3 + i tried to make these a little happier ! they all take place over a week + i tried a new format with this we'll see if i stick w it sfkjhg

bokuto:

bokuto honestly didn't not want to eat your food

it's just that he had to go on a new diet for the upcoming season, his trainer and nutritionist told him to try it out to see how it works with him

and the things you cooked and baked were on the no eating list

he just loved when you made food for him, it tasted amazing and he could feel the love you put into it

he was planning on waiting the diet out and stockpiling all the food you made for afterwards as a treat

but he may or may not have failed to tell you that

so when you noticed he wasn't eating the food you left for him when he came home late after practice, you were disheartened and not to be dramatic, but heartbroken as well

deciding not to waste anymore, you simply stopped

turns out, the diet wasn't really working with bokuto, his nutritionist decided it was unecessary since he was getting the same results when he wasn't on it––thanks to his genetics, metabolism and workout routine. if anything he was glad, he was beyond excited to come home and finally eat your cooking again.

he practically ran home with a skip in his step, shouting out cheerfully as soon as he stepped past the front door. "baby i'm home!" he put his things down and took his shoes off, before gliding in front of the fridge to open it. "what's for dinner?––" he trailed off when he noticed there was nothing cooking, maybe you were starting later? he looked through the shelves in the fridge, looking for something to snack on in the mean time and gasped abruptly when he couldn't find the containers of food he'd been saving over the past week.

he closed the doors and frantically looked around the kitchen, opening random cupboards that couldn't possibly keep any refrigerated food fresh.

you walked in to find him searching around like a madman and you paused. "kou? what's wrong?"

he looked up at the sound of your voice and ran over to you, placing his hands on your waist. he kissed your forehead to say hello, despite the pout on his face and the clearly pressing matter on his mind. "hi baby doll. i was looking for all the food that was in the fridge, did you move them?"

you paused, "well i––i threw them out?"

his eyes almost bulged out of his head, "what?! why??"

you were confused by his sudden outburst, it's not like he was eating any of it. "i mean you weren't eating, kou...it's been a week since you've stopped eating my food, i just didn't see the point in keeping it all in there...that's also why i'm not making dinner right now."

he stared at you, shocked and disappointed in himself, he had no idea you were feeling this upset. "oh my god...did i forget to tell you?" your brows furrowed curiously but he simply pulled you into his arms for a tight hug. "i'm so sorry bub––they wanted me to try out this new diet, that's why i wasn't eating! i didn't mean to make you upset! i was even planning on eating all of the dinners i missed afterwards...but the diet wasn't for me so i can go back to eating normally now!"

you pulled back slightly to look at him, not knowing what to say. "oh..."

he gave you a sad smile, "yeah," he brought a hand up to hold your cheek, "you know i love your food––it honestly hurt my heart when they told me i couldn't eat it!"

you cracked a smile and he gave you one right back, "i'm serious!"

you sighed happily, "okay...so i guess i should start making dinner then?––"

he was pulling you over to the fridge before you could finish your sentence, "absolutely! and i'm helping!"

you laughed and started getting the ingredients together, "how about i make your favorite tonight?"

he nodded like a child excited for ice cream and kissed you on the cheek. he wasn't really a chef himself, that's why he left it to you––he didn't want to burn down the kitchen. so he'd mostly be staying by your side, maybe handing you things or mixing things, but you enjoyed his company nonetheless.

you had started seasoning the food when he slid his arms around you from behind, leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder. "hey baby?" you hummed in response and his hold on you tightened a bit. "would you...mind making my favorite dessert tonight too? i've been craving it for a while now..."

you smiled to yourself and nodded, "i'd love to."

he squeezed you and kissed your cheek loudly, "yes! thank you i love you so much!–"

kuroo:

almost every day you sent kuroo off to work with a baked good you made him

he loved them and you loved making them so it was a win-win

you'd put them in a little container with a cute note

and though he knew what to expect each time, they never failed to brighten his day

but earlier this week you stopped by kuroo's office to drop off the treat he'd forgotten to take with him today in his rush out the door

he was in a meeting so his assistant let you into his office

and you felt an ache in your chest when you noticed four of the treats you'd given him this past week all on his desk, unopened

that day, you went back home with all the uneaten sweets and unshed tears aching to fall from your eyes

did he just take them to please you? did he not really want them this whole time? was he just trying to be a good husband?

all these questions flooded your mind, only confusing and hurting you further

but one thing was for certain, you'd stop baking them for him

it didn't make sense for you to if you knew it'd be going to waste

kuroo was beyond done with his day and it wasn't even halfway over. he sighed, loosening his tie as he shut the door to his office, drained from the two hour meeting he'd been in.

thankfully, he had no more meetings today so he could sit and relax while he worked in his office. he sat down at his desk and shut his eyes for a moment, needing to calm down and regenerate himself. he reached over to his left blindly, knowing he'd left the treats you baked him there––things had been getting so hectic lately, he barely had time to eat them, but he was saving them for when he did have the time.

his hand smacked down on the desk three times as he tried to reach for the containers before he finally opened his eyes. his brows furrowed slightly, "what the..." he looked around the desk, opening the drawers and everything before giving up and calling his assistant in.

she knocked on the door and he signaled for her to come in.

"yes sir?"

"hi, do you know where the sweets i had on my desk are? i thought i left them here."

his assistant thought for a moment before perking up, "oh i believe your partner came and collected them while you were in your meeting, sir."

he frowned, "y/n was here? why didn't you tell me?"

"they asked me not to disturb you."

kuroo nodded, "oh alright...well, thank you, that'll be all."

he immediately pulled his personal phone out and called your number, you must have been back home by now.

you saw his name pop up on your screen as you were about to throw out the baked goods and hesitated for a good while before sighing and picking up. "yes?"

you could practically hear the smirk on his face as he spoke through the phone.

kuroo leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling as he spoke. "you stole my sweets from me? where'd you hide them? or did you eat them?"

he didn't even feel bad that he'd just left them there?––"well you clearly weren't eating them kuroo," the smirk dropped from his face and he sat up, alert. woah––kuroo? why did you sound upset? "they were just sitting on your desk––anyway, i was about to throw them out."

"woah, what?? why would you do that?!"

he was speaking to you but you honestly weren't listening, too annoyed and too hurt to pay attention. "look if you didn't like them, you could have just told me so i wouldn't have to waste hours every day busting my ass to make them for you––were you just throwing them out this whole time, is that it?––"

he shook his head with each word you uttered before realizing you couldn't see him, he was just in complete shock. "what? no no, kitten listen to me, hey listen, okay?" you paused, mostly to catch your breath, but he took that opportunity to speak up. "i love when you bake for me, everything you make tastes amazing. i love eating the sweets you make when i'm at work because they remind me of you and of how much you love me––this week's just been a complete pain in my ass and i haven't had the time to sit down, eat and enjoy your treats, i love them and you too much to just scarf them down in a minute. i need to savor them, you know?" despite the adrenaline running in your body, you cracked a smile. "i finally had some time to myself and i was gonna eat them just now when i realized they were missing so i called you..."

he trailed off and you took that as your cue to speak up. "oh..."

you could hear his smirk again, "yeah, oh."

"so i...maybe...overreacted a bit."

he chuckled, the sound warm even through the phone. "no kitten you didn't, i get why you were upset––but, you should have asked me about it first."

you sighed, "yeah, yeah..." you looked at the open containers in front of you, only now noticing the notes you put in them were gone––he must have taken them out to read them even though he didn't have time to eat––"wait a minute, if you haven't had time to eat..." you could hear him clear his throat awkwardly, "kuroo you haven't been eating lunch?!"

he laughed awkwardly, "um, i mean, i eat after work––"

"that's not the same!" you rolled your eyes, "i'm coming back over there and i'm bringing you lunch and you're going to eat it, understand?"

he poked his tongue to the side of his cheek. "okay, kitten."

you sighed, "you're lucky i love you."

he leaned back in his chair again, "oh could you bring one of the––"

you cut him off, putting one of the already closed containers back in your bag. "already on it."

he grinned, "god, i love you."

oikawa:

oikawa loves your cooking

and normally he scrambles home after practice to eat it

but this past week training was grueling and tiring, so by the time he came out every day, he was drained mentally and physically

and he was starving

he couldn't wait any longer as soon as he stepped foot out of the gym

so he went to the nearest takeout place, bodega, whatever to get something to eat quickly,, for the whole week

he thought nothing of it

but when he came home every night for a week straight saying he'd already eaten when you tried to offer him the food you spent hours making?

it hurt, a lot

so you decided you'd stop cooking

oikawa was aching to go home––he was exhausted and all he thought about to get him through the day was you, your cooking and your cuddles. he needed all three immediately. when his coach said they were all free to go home, he could almost feel a weight lifting off his shoulders.

he sighed loudly as he stepped into your home, peeling his sneakers off and setting his things aside. he padded into the house, going straight to the kitchen and frowned when you were nowhere in sight. he'd come home a bit early today, around the time you were usually making dinner.

he looked around and walked to the living room, smiling to himself when he found you sitting on the couch, looking for something to watch on tv.

you smiled up at him and greeted him, the sound of your voice making him feel warm inside. "hi baby, how was your day?"

he huffed and slid onto the couch, lying down so his head was in your lap. "don't even talk to me about the day i've had––i was thinking about you the whole time." he took your hand in his and brought it up to his lips to give it a soft kiss. "you got me through it."

he placed one of your hands on his cheek and the other in his hair, mumbling a thank you when you started playing with the slightly damp mess on his head. "mm that feels good baby." he closed his eyes and sighed contently, settling in comfortably to your touch.

after a few moments, he spoke up softly, trying his best not to fall asleep. "what's for dinner?"

"um i'm not sure," your eyes were focused back on the tv as you thought for a moment. "what do you wanna order?"

he paused and cracked one eye open, opening the other when he realized you weren't joking. "wha––order?"

you looked down at him and nodded hesitantly, "yeah? like takeout?"

he sat up abruptly and turned to face you, "what? why?"

you paused this time, unsure of how to respond. "well...every night for the past week you haven't been eating my food. i think it's fair for me to assume you don't want my food anymore."

he felt a piece of himself break on the inside, "oh angel..." he grabbed your hands, "no no––i love your food, you know that––i've just been so tired this week, i couldn't even wait to get home to eat, so i stopped by the nearest places with the boys." he scooted closer to you. "i'm so sorry i made you feel like i didn't appreciate what you do for me––i promise from now on i'll drag myself on my hands and knees if i have to to come home to you and eat––"

you laughed and shook your head, "tooru there's no need for that––"

he cut you off, almost offended. "of course there is! i hurt your feelings baby, i never want to do that again!"

you smiled and pulled him in for a sweet kiss that he quickly melted into. you pulled away to look at him earnestly. "it's okay babe. just...maybe tell me next time? i was just worried you were tired of my food, that's all."

he pulled you into his lap and held you tight. "i could never and will never be tired of anything you do for me, i promise." he kissed your cheek. "though it is my fault, i did miss your cooking this week––but if you're not in the mood to make anything i understand and we can still order––"

you shook your head, "i'll make your favorite, okay?"

he pulled you in for another kiss, "i really don't deserve you."

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Major Conveniences ~ part 4

Klitz (The Girl Next Door) x fem!reader

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A/N - Another shitty gif made by yours truly. I’m like afraid I’m messing up my internal timeline of all of this but like... Fuck it. I’ll blame it on the fact that some Americans start school in September. I've been going over this chapter like a thousand times. Edited, added scenes, rewritten several things. And been very overly critical of myself about this... So I'm hoping that's just my brain harassing lil me who's sick and not this actually being bad despite my several hours/several days worth of re-reading, editing and so on.

Wish me luck/hope you enjoy the longest chapter yet :) !!

Word Count for this part - 2938

Denial doesn’t work a long way when this thought was nagging at your brain.

It wasn’t like it would actually be a concretely bad thing? But it would be strange. Unusual for sure. And a situation that you wouldn’t really know how you’d react to until you knew for sure.

And still when you hung out with him without the intention of actually saying something about it you thought up all these different scenarios of that moment. All the different ways you could say it, ask him. All the different ways that he could react and respond.

It ranged everywhere from you bursting into his dorm dramatically and talking in a voice that belonged in a 1930’s drama, to you not even asking and him just admitting it. Or you asking him straight forward and him getting upset that you could even ask such a thing.

All you knew was that you had to ask him anyhow or get your mind somehow wiped from ever thinking the thought that now had grown rather obsessive.

~~~

”Klitz?” You called, knocking on his just slightly open dorm room door, opening it a bit more to lean into the room, poking your head through. Your boyfriend sitting by his desk, swivelling around to look at you.

”Yea?”

”Hi.”

”Hey.”

”So-” ~ ”Are-” You spoke at the same time, interrupting each other. The nervousness almost reminding you of when you first became friends, the way you’d both be so eager of talking to each other that you accidentally interrupted each other. Although that hadn’t changed that much it wasn’t as common now when you were more comfortable.

”You go first.” Klitz was quick to offer up but was met with a quick shake of your head.

”No- no… you can go first." You chuckled before hesitantly adding on "I-... insist.”

”You insist?”

”Well yeah, now I’m curious.” It wasn't really that you were curious, you were protecting your embarrassment and other curiosity. This didn’t even matter, but you needed to know. At least know that you weren’t completely crazy for at least thinking it.

”Are you doing anything tonight?” He asked you, not the question he had been wanting to ask just seconds before but a question he wasn't as nervous about asking. Although the nervousity lingered anyway.

Although that wasn't really noticed by you as you had your own uneasiness but tried not to show it when you shrugged and went to sit down on his bed making him turn his chair to still face you.

”No, not really, you?”

”Nope, eat dinner together?"

"Yeah, absolutely."

"So, what were you going to say?"

Well shit. Come up with a new question or fess up?

"Well, I was wondering... Or- I mean, I was- thinking about... I don't know." It felt as if you were carefully skipping around the question, chuckling at your embarrassment a little trying to somehow save face in this situation. "It's just... I thought I... Was it-"

"It was me."

"It was you?" You repeat shyly with eyes narrowed and brows furrowed, wondering if he actually knew what you were asking. He nodded quickly, his cheeks turning slightly red and blew out a quick breath. "So..." you started, stammering out a few sounds before coming to your next question, "how?"

"Me and my friends made the video."

"Eli?" He nods quickly "Checks out with what I've heard about him I guess.” The way he now was a director, living out in Los Angeles for the most part and had skipped college, ”But- like... how?"

"Are you mad at me?" He blurts out with insecurities loaded thickly in his tone, leaning onto his knees with his elbows as his eyes are intently focused on the end of his button-up shirt where he's fiddling with the seams. Bouncing both of his knees. Portraying the image of extremely visible nervousness too well. Well shit.

"No, no of course not.” You immediately answer, trying to comfort him as quickly as possible. Your eyebrows pulled up in concern whilst you leaned forward to place a hand on one of his knees. ”I mean it's a video where you show your dick and it's like out there, like everywhere. I'm just... I'm shocked I guess? Also, I like… I was not prepared to see your dick in that video? Couldn't you have just... told me, like in beforehand?"

"How would I do that?"

"I don't know!" You guffawed raising your shoulders to your ears, "Somehow? Maybe started it slowly by telling me how it came to happen? The steps up to it?" You took a deep breath, breathing it out as a heavy sigh of relief as you realized that you had actually sort of asked the question you were nervous about, now it was just to deal with the sort of not really aftermath. "Were you just hoping I wouldn't recognize your body?" Klitz finally looked up at you again, his knees were still bouncing nervously but at least he seemed more at ease.

"Sort of."

"Well that feels kinda fucked, but I don't know. I mean this is not like a normal relationship thing that just happens."

"Well my friend Matt sort of went through this."

"What?"

"Yeah, that's how- it's how we got Ferrari and April. Matt's girlfriend turned out to be a pornstar and..."

"and?"

You egg him on kindly, wanting to hear everything he'll tell you. After all, this situation is... quite strange. To say the least.

"And she asked them."

"Okay."

"It's all a long story."

"I bet." You chuckled in exasperation shaking your head, hopping further in on his bed to lean against the wall. Klitz got out of the chair to go sit beside you, his eyes just extremely focused on you.

It had gone from focused on the floor and the shirt to flickering up to you once in a while to this. The focus and wariness that were in his eyes were almost drowning away anything else. Your hand going up to sit against his cheek, stroking your thumb against his upper cheek. Before shaking your head just lightly with a small sigh before telling him "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Just you looking at me is almost like someone giving me puppy eyes. It's unfair." And yet, unable to tear your eyes away. The way his lips almost pouted a little but gradually calmed down and slowly turned into a small smile. Running your thumb over his lips quickly and softly and laying a peck on them. Hoping Klitz would calm down even more. Although calming for you as well.

With the amount you had been stressing over this you couldn’t even imagine how much Klitz could’ve been terrorizing himself with questions and what-ifs. Questions if you ever would ask him or confront him about all of this and so on.

It wasn't like he had anything to apologize for or that there was something inherently wrong with the situation. It was just strange for the both of you. Definitely a new situation.

"How did it all go down with Matt and his girlfriend?"

"Oh, you don't want to know. Not the first reaction anyway."

"Really?" A small grin was placed on your face with your eyes widening just slightly in curiosity as you became even more intrigued.

"Eli gave him advice and he took it."

"Ah."

"Yeah."

Although not knowing Eli, knowing about him and hearing what he usually said on the phone to the guys when you were hanging out in Klitz's room when one of them called was enough to know it probably wasn't the best advice. Or at least not phrased in the best way kind of advice.

"You want to go get dinner?"

"For sure."

~~~

It would still linger in your head for a while. Of course, it would. But it didn’t undo anything with Klitz or your feelings for him. Is there even a reaction to this that would be saner than just... accept it and try to move on but still feel a bit strange about it?

It was just a weird situation. Or rather, an unusual situation.

"Hey, you good?" Klitz squeezed your hand as you sat across from each other at a table in the dining hall. The rest of the hall not quite loud but definitely not quiet either, not yet swarming with students like it would eventually.

"Yeah, I'm good."

"It's weird isn't it?"

"It's a bit weird." You affirmed with a small smile and a nod. Klitz had read you, analysed you for a second and realized what you were thinking about. Or perhaps you were just very obvious. Either way it was sweet of him to check in as well as affirm the way you were feeling about this.

"But we're fine?"

"We're fine. I promise. It would be silly to let it affect anything. Besides... I- I like you."

"I like you too."

Klitz is special, there just had to be some special things about him that would stand out especially.

"Anyhow,” You started, not really trying to diverge from the subject but rather almost diving in deeper, ”I'm intrigued now. I mean this was in your senior year but I feel like I've just heard the main headline? We’ve never really discussed high school Klitz."

~ ~ ~

"So... she's fine with it?"

"It seems so." Klitz sounded a lot more relaxed and content than he had when he called his friends in a panic just someday before about if he was going to tell you or not. Of course, it was the first thing Klitz brought up when Matt had called him and Eli up even if Matt had probably called for some of his own 'friend-counselling'.

"Nice!"

"How did it happen?"

"I just admitted it."

"Bullshit!" Eli immediately exclaimed at what he accounted as blasphemy. "There's no way you just admitted it, Klitzy."

"She was getting to asking me but I just told her."

"Yeah, that sounds more correct." Matt agreed as if he himself also had called Klitz out on his tiny lie.

"I want to meet her."

The silence almost echoes after Eli's declaration.

The sounds from Matt's open window towards campus get louder as the phone's microphone is getting more sensitive to the sound surrounding him.

Klitz sits there slightly stunned, trying to think of the right answer although coming up short. Whilst Matt is probably once again just sitting there in his apartment in Washington DC and smiling smugly at the silence.

Klitz's slightly deeper breath gets through to both Georgetown University and the Los Angeles apartment that Eli is living in.

"No?" Klitz's answer comes out like a question as if he could keep Eli from coming to visit him. As if he even has a reason to want to make him not visit other than the reason of not having one of his best friends, specifically Eli, talking to his girlfriend.

Because he knew that with Eli meeting you, Eli would definitely be; telling you all about Klitz through the years, tell you the whole story of prom night as well as the night at the porn convention.

Sure Klitz had told you a bit more about his senior year and his whole high school time but he had not told you about the porn convention and he hadn't maybe told the whole story of prom night. Which he now asked himself if he was going to regret, especially considering Eli.

"No?" Eli scoffed before insisting on his declaration, "I said I want to meet her."

"No, dude."

"Fuck you, I'm coming!"

"We'll see each other on winter break!"

"So? Are you bringing her?" Klitz had definitely thought about it but wasn't sure you'd want to. Besides meeting the parents? Not something he wanted to do right now, not so soon after you found out about the video anyway.

"I-"

"Yeah no, exactly! It's not about the tripod, it's about her. I want to meet her, dude!"

Klitz knew he couldn't argue against all of that. There was no real reason for you and him not to meet except the attempt to try and spare himself from the embarrassment he knows Eli could and would cause.

"Matt, you're coming with me! Let's make a little reunion out of it." Eli's voice was something between a whine and a stereotypical version of the successful movie director he'd become pitching an idea.

"Dude."

"C'mon Matt! You could bring Danielle with you."

"Fine, sure, whatever. When?"

~~~

Early December in Connecticut turned out to be not all that bad, there had been some snow, and it had gotten a lot colder than when you and Klitz had first kissed over a month and a half ago. But the cold wasn’t all that bad.

Though that could also sort of be because of the added motivation of staying warm through wearing the clothes Klitz gave you and staying close to him as much as possible.

The cold weather was simply both a perk and a disadvantage. It made most of the students refrain from going outside. Which meant that both your and Klitz’s roommates were staying in more.

Which basically meant that wherever you went, you would not be alone. The only times you could look around you and truly feel alone was maybe out walking around campus. Which sucks when winter finals feel like they’re right around the corner and right after that it’ll be winter break.

So that resulted in you and Klitz walking around campus a lot even with the cold. Some kind of alone time was better than none.

”So… what are you doing during winter break?” You asked with a small smile on your lips. The two of you currently with nowhere to be, no class, no other obligation. One of the things you missed that you couldn’t get in a warmer setting.

Although this wasn’t a bad situation at all especially considering that he stopped every few minutes to coop your hands into his. Trying to warm them up even if you hadn’t mentioned anything about them being cold in the first place.

”Just going home, watching tv with my parents, playing games with the guys, calling you. What are you gonna do?”

”Wait for you to call me I guess.” You responded almost sarcastically with a chuckle but not feeling any actual sarcasm behind the thought. ”And enjoy the cold weather as much as one can.”

”You won’t really have to wait.”

”Really?”

”Promise.”

”Good.” You narrowed your eyes playfully before bumping your side into him a little. And then Klitz stopped in his tracks, making you stop as well. ”Klitz?”

”I need to tell you something-”

”Please tell me you didn’t make another video with you and your dick out again?” If Klitz hadn’t seen the teasing smirk and heard the chuckle you let out he would’ve probably freaked out a little at that question.

”No,” He said, the usual small smile placed on his lips before getting to the words he was almost afraid to say, ”Matt and Eli are coming to visit me here at Yale… But- they’re really- They’re really here to… ehm… to meet you.”

”Well… that sounds fun? I mean you guys haven’t seen each other for a while right?” Klitz felt himself release a sigh of relief at that. Sure his main freaking out agenda revolved around the stuff that Eli could reveal. Not the actual thing of you meeting his friends. But he still worried that you’d somehow pick up his nervousness and freak out as well.

”Yeah.”

”But they’re here to meet me?”

”Yes.” Klitz’s answers were short as his thought kept going a thousand miles per hour in his head. On the inside almost constantly begging the universe to let the guys’ visit go smoothly. Klitz couldn’t take another bump in the road directly after the sex-ed tape one.

”Y’know… the three of us are going to see each other during winter break anyway. When Matt and I are back from school and- and Eli is going home for the holidays too. But they… well I’ve talked about you and Eli sort of demanded to meet you.”

”You talk about me?”

Sure you had known somewhat that they knew of you. Especially when you were hanging out in his room and one of them had called, he’d mention that you were with him and so on. So they definitely knew of you. But the question was more if they knew about you and how much.

”Yeah of course- I mean, yeah sure.” Klitz almost wants to clamp one of his hands over his mouth after his first rush of an answer. Klitz wasn’t sure how to really answer the question when he thought about it after he’d already answered. Would it be weird to tell you that he talks about you nearly every time they talk or would it be even weirder if he lied and told you that he almost never mentions you?

”Klitz?”

”Yes. I talk about you. Kind of a lot.” He decided upon telling the truth, after all, it’s… flattering. He hoped.

”That’s cute. You’re cute. So, when are they coming to visit?”

”Next weekend.”

”Cool. Cool, cool, cool.” You mumbled with a smile, Klitz starting to walk again, you lingering just some step behind. You had met Klitz’s friends before, but those were the ones he had met just some week or two before you, not his childhood friends.

The friends you were sort of desperate to impress.

#Paul Dano Stuff #paul dano x you #Paul Dano #paul dano x reader #klitz x reader #klitz the girl next door #klitz #klitz x you #Klitz stuff #Major Conveniences #Danonation #IHaveNoClueDude

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rumisgf · 2 years

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— THE FIRST TIME THEY MADE YOU UPSET

includes: denki kaminari, katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya

warnings: intentional unintentional bakugou slander + angst ig???

DENKI KAMINARI

he’s a very laidback boyfriend so he’s relatively chill about everything

but in the early stages of relationship he was definitely still maturing as a person and boyfriend, so it’s not to say he never slipped up (which was quite a few times 😭)

you both agreed on hanging out in your dorm that night because you had some exams during school so you didn’t get to spend time with each other a lot

but then you got a text that made you a bit.. how you say.. pissed the hell off

“hey babe the guys wanted to play cod so i might have to reschedule our lil plans til tomorrow night, mkay? sorry gorgeous:(”

bros before hoes ig (this is what you get for wanting a gamer boyfie, sorry shawty 😵‍💫✊🏽)

you then texted jirou to complain about his flaking ass to her and basically were planning to have an attitude for the next two-three business days

but eventually, he pulled through …thanks to jirou threatening that nigga life (on a serious note he did feel bad)

you heard a knock in your door while you were slouched on your bed, mindlessly scrolling through twitter. you grumbled ‘come in’ as you reluctantly looked up from your phone. and you saw the man himself, your boyfriend who ditched you.

“hey…” he sheeplishly waved, knowing you were upset with him. you rolled your eyes and looked back down at your phone. then, you felt the bed shift as he sat down in front of you. “look, i know you’re mad, and i’m sorry for canceling on you like that. i really should work on saying no to people… but i left early because i wanted to see you.” he said, smiling up at you when he said that last part. you were definitely fighting back a smile, and he saw right through you.

“c’mon now, don’t try to hide it! i know how my charm-”

with that, you rightfully smacked him in the arm. “OW! hey….” he dramatically whined, rubbing his arm where you hit him. you giggled and looked at him. “it’s fine, just don’t do it again. i missed you, y’know.” you said. he smiled back at you, then pecked your temple that was right in his line of vision. of course, you could never stay mad at someone as cute as him.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

lord…

you knew exactly what you were getting into when you decided to date this… thing (love you bakugou 😁)

so it’s no surprise that he didn’t yet learn how to be not easily pissed off when you first got together

basically, if you think you’re gonna get even the slightest bit of affection from bakugou in PUBLIC within the first five months of your relationship,

you’re a bafoon. a FOOL.

that being said, it all started when you wanted to greet him with a simple *side hug* at his desk

not really bothered by the fact he was sorta having a conversation with kirishima at the moment, you went over to him

and guess what he did 😄😄

…he pushed you off of him in an instant! #boyfriendgoals

(kirishima said to him “that was pretty unmanly bro, i’m not gonna lie to you” so he got embarrassed right back)

you felt embarrassed. disrespected even.

so you took the initiative to ignore him for the rest of the day 🤝

you were at your last class of the day and you had to work in partners that were going to be randomized. and to your luck, you were paired with none other than your aggy ass boyfriend. when you failed to bribe sero into switching partners since he was working with jirou, you reluctantly pulled up your chair to bakugou’s desk.

as you wordlessly began doing the worksheet by yourself without exchanging a single word to him, you heard him clear his throat. you then set down your pencil and glare up at him.

“you mad?” he bluntly asked (wow what a way with words 😍). that immediately made you go back to what you were doing, not even wanting to respond since the answer should be obvious. “listen, i know that wasn’t cool, alright? i didnt mean to make you feel embarrassed or whatever, i just didn’t see you comin’ towards me.”

“…ight.” you say nonchalantly.

“ight?”

“mhm.”

long story short, you definitely held a grudge against him for the next few days. but it’s natural for couples to do petty things like that sometimes, so it all worked out and he made it up to you eventually (he claimed to made extra food for himself by accident for that entire week but we all know he spent his time cooking for you.)

IZUKU MIDORIYA

he really is so sweet, but like anyone else he’s not perfect

now he’s a bit clueless when it comes to flirting and it’s especially hard for him to notice when someone is trying to come onto him

and he is a known pretty boy in class 1-A (before you say “well canonically he’s a gag chara–” HUSH!) so a handful of girls will try to flirt with him knowing damn well he’s taken

obviously, he’s dating you so he’s not interested in anyone else

however, you still couldn’t help but feel some type of way when you saw some girl trynna win over YOUR man

and it wasn’t clear that he wasn’t interested… in fact his obliviousness and slightly passive aggressive manner towards her had you thinking he didn’t mind at all

which is why he was confused to find you all pouty and pissed off on the couch when he came to find where you had gone

“there you are… why’d you head off? i thought i lost you!” he says nervously with a hint of relief as he sat down next to you. he was confused to see you scoot away from him, and a frown became visible on his face. “d-did i do something…?”

“i dunno, seems like you were more interested in that class 1-B girl over there.” you said at a volume so low he almost couldn’t hear what you said. he immediately panicked, not knowing how to reassure you that wasn’t the case.

“w-what? nonono, that’s not it, i promise! i didn’t even realize she was trying to flirt with me until she asked if i was single- andofcourseisaidiwastakenbecausewellforstartersshesnotmytypeatallandsecondlyilikeyoualotand-”

he finally began to lower his shoulders and relax his eye muscles when he heard you break out into a fit of laughter”

“oh my god, you so cute.. it’s fine, i promise!”

“oh… good…”

#mha headcanons #mha #bnha #my hero academia #denki kaminari #denki headcanons #denki kaminari x reader #kaminari headcanons #denki x black reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou headcanons #katsuki headcanons #bakugou x black reader #midoriya izuku #izuku headcanons #deku x reader #deku x black!reader

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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My Brother's Best Friend Is The One For Me

Wally West x Batsis!Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 3.6K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: Got to rereading my Batsis fics and came across the "What A Flashy Romance" and wanted to do another one with Wally because I love him. Enjoy! -Thorne

Being the middle child and also the only girl in the Batfamily meant two things:

1. She had four brothers that treated her like a porcelain doll, despite the fact that she could throw a punch at 336 PSI.

And

2. She followed an unspoken rule that Dick and Jason’s friends were off limits when it came to dating.

In all, neither of those things were major problems. She’d learned at a young age how to avoid Dick and Jason’s overbearing-protective-brother-modes, and Tim and Damian were younger, so she didn’t have to worry about them. The second one was also avoidable—most of her older brothers’ friends were the same, and she wasn’t around most of them to develop any feelings.

Well, there was Wally, but it was just a crush. A stupid, little school-girl crush—that she’d never really grown out of—that didn’t matter in the slightest. Except whenever Dick brought him over to the house and she had to pretend that sitting next to him didn’t make her heart race like she’d run a mile.

And the most annoying thing about the whole crush is that she couldn’t tell if Wally was ever interested in her or not. Most of Dick’s friends, Garth, Kyle, Roy, they treated her like a little sister—hell, they even said “Love you lil sis!” to her regularly. And yet, Wally didn’t. Now, there was the occasional head pat, but even that was an affectionate gesture that siblings and SO’s did all the time. It was infuriating, and so was Wally—but she was going to sort it all out the next time he came over because the worst thing he could say was “No”, and either she needed to hear that…or “Yes”.

***

Normal Sundays for the Wayne household usually meant Ultimate Waffle Breakfast and sitting on your ass all day until patrol—it was the one day of the week where they could do anything and nothing and didn’t have to stick to schedules. Everyone loved Sundays, especially (Y/N), because it meant that all of her family was home, even Jason (who tried to deny that he enjoyed coming home to hang out, but if that mile long grin was any help, he was lying). And while everyone was home, that usually meant that everybody’s friends were coming over too.

***

She swiped the syrup out of Jason’s hand when he swung it back around, grinning at him when he glared at her.

“I was gonna use that, (Y/N),” he griped, and she shrugged, uncapping the bottle.

She tipped it over and watched the syrup lazily pour out of the container onto her waffles.

“You were taking too long.” Her eyes twinkled with humor. “I guess you were as…slow as molasses.”

While most of the table groaned at her terrible joke, Dick snorted into his milk, causing it to splatter on his plate and across the table.

“Nice one,” he coughed, wiping his face and the dark oak surface.

(Y/N) bowed dramatically. “Well, I did learn from the best.” When Dick’s face lit up, she turned to Alfred and smiled. “Alfie, thank you for teaching me your ways.”

The old butler merely tipped his head, a hidden smile crossing his lips at the way the eldest son’s jaw went slack. She turned her attention to Bruce who was quietly chewing, eyes following along the research paper she’d asked him to check out.

“Dad, what’s on your agenda for today?”

He swallowed and flicked a line out with a red pen, etching his own comment in the margin. “Lucius has a few ideas about some new gadgets he wanted to run by me.” Another line went out. “I’ll call him after breakfast.” Bruce looked at her. “You?”

(Y/N) nodded at the paper in his hands, then slapped Jason’s who was reaching over to take a piece of bacon from her plate. “Waiting for you to finish tearing me a new one so I can redo the paper.” She cut into the waffle with the side of her fork. “Once I salvage what little scientific dignity you’ve left me with, I’ll probably laze around.”

“You mean what you do normally?” Bruce quipped, grinning when she glowered at him; his eyes went back to her paper. “You’re doing well so far.”

She huffed. “Tell that to every red line you’ve marked out in that paragraph.”

He flashed the paper. “I’m writing in the margins how to change it. This isn’t a dissertation, sweetheart. You’re allowed to make mistakes. We all do.”

(Y/N) grumbled as her cheeks warmed and she went back to her plate as the conversation flowed around her.

Most of it was the discussion of what everyone was planning on doing, Damian was going to play video games, Tim was going to join him (which she knew was going to be fun while the moment lasted until the petty sibling rivalry got in the way and their gaming dwindled into a physical fight that she and probably Dick were going to have to break up), Jason was going to use the workbench in the cave to upgrade some gear, and Dick apparently,

“Wally and Garth are gonna come over later and hang out.”

She paused, mid-stab of her fork and looked at up. “Wally’s coming over?”

He nodded. “And Garth. We were gonna go to the mall and get some new clothes.”

Jason snorted, laying an arm over the backs of Tim and (Y/N)’s chairs. “Spending money with daddy’s credit card, Dickie?”

Dick smirked. “Just like you.” Jason merely matched his grin, and while the entire table was cracking up at Bruce’s frown, (Y/N) was silent, heart beating faster at the thought of seeing Wally.

“(Y/N)?” She startled and looked up at Dick.

“Huh?”

“I asked if you were okay. You got quiet all of the sudden.”

She smiled and shook her head. “Yeah, just thought about all of the corrections I’m gonna have to do because somebody CAN’T STOP MARKING OUT MY PARAGRAPHS.” Bruce merely smiled and knocked out another line.

It was a lie. It was the biggest lie she’d told right next to the one she told when Bruce had asked her where she was on prom night her senior year a few years ago—she was totally not saving a different sector of the universe with Kyle Rayner, she was dancing with Sam Reilly all night—she strongly believed her dad knew the truth—Batman knew everything.

Bruce handed the paper back to her and she groaned as she scanned the red lines on every page. It was going to take her hours to go over this.

Jason leaned over and read the title, “Cellular Division and Mutation Under Extreme Elemental Circumstances…a composition by (Y/N) Wayne.” He cocked a dark brow. “Go big or go home, huh, baby girl?”

(Y/N) hummed. “Doctor Halberd wanted us to pick challenging topics for the research paper this term.” A crooked smile crossed her lips. “I’m nothing if not ambitious about proving I’m smarter than everyone else.”

“You need another source,” Bruce murmured, sipping the steaming black coffee. “One-fourteen is good, but I’d go for one-fifteen.”

She groaned and dropped her head. “Are you kidding me? I had enough trouble gathering that many.”

“Why don’t you use Barry?” Tim piped up, mouth full of whip cream and strawberries.

“Master Timothy, we do not talk with our mouth full,” Alfred admonished, and Tim blushed.

(Y/N)’s head shot up and she stared at her brother. “That’s actually a good idea. Speedsters would make for perfect references about cellular division.” An idea popped into her head and she glanced at Dick. “And since Wally is com—”

“Nope,” Dick interrupted, pointing at her. “Wally is coming over to hang out, not to be poked and prodded to finish a paper.”

She let out a whine and turned to Bruce. “Dad, tell Dick to let me at least talk to Wally about it.”

Bruce turned his attention onto Dick. “Let your sister talk to Wally about her paper.”

“Oh, come on,” he complained and (Y/N) stood from her seat, hurrying around the table to stand behind Dick’s seat.

She draped herself over his shoulders, tucking her chin in the crook of his neck. “I promise I won’t be annoying if you let me come with you. I’ll ask two questions every thirty minutes and I’ll go do shopping on my own, so I won’t be in the way.” (Y/N) craned her neck and pulled the most pitiful puppy eyes she could. “Please?”

Dick’s eyes darted to her face and then he looked away. Just one more push.

“Please frate?” she begged and when his eyes went wide from the usage of his native tongue, she knew she’d won him over.

He deflated and let out a sigh. “Fine,” he grumbled. “You can come with us.”

(Y/N) squealed and pressed a kiss to his cheekbone, as she grabbed the paper and hurried towards the door. She halted and spun around, looking at her father.

“What do I need to be most specific about?”

“Division under elemental circumstances.”

She glowered at him. “No shit Sherlock. Specifics.”

“Molecular division under terrestrial gamma-ray flashes.”

“That’ll work,” (Y/N) nodded and exited to room.

Jason looked out the door then back to his brothers. “She’s way to excited about science sometimes.” They merely laughed.

***

She raised the red lace, cold shoulder V-neck shirt to her chest before frowning, and switching it with the full lace blue shirt with mini golden lightning bolt charms hanging off the trim. After a moment, she pulled the blue one down and sighed.

“You know, if you want to impress him, I’d wear the red shirt.”

She jumped and barely managed to suppress the scream that was coming up in her throat as she swiveled around to face her door. Jason stood in the doorway, a knowing look on his face. She could play this one of two ways: she could be truthful, or she could lie—she chose the latter.

“What do you mean?” He snorted and walked into her room, taking a seat at her desk.

“I mean if you’re trying to impress Wally, wear the shirt that’s the color of his suit, (Y/N).” She looked away and into the mirror, but she couldn’t escape the eyes boring into her back.

“Is it that obvious?” she asked quietly, and he laughed.

“That you’re head over heels for Dick’s best friend? Oh yeah. Totally.”

She sighed and sat on her bed, pulling the red top over her torso. “It’s just a crush.”

“Seems like more than a crush to me, baby girl.”

(Y/N) pulled the fabric down and looked at him. “Are you gonna tell Dick?”

Jason scoffed. “Do I look like a narc to you?”

She cocked a brow and deadpanned, “Just the other night you told dad that Damian lifted Two-Face’s wallet when he was being put in a cruiser.”

“Well, that wasn’t something important,” he countered and nodded at her. “This is.” He paused and shrugged. “Nah, I’m not gonna tell Dickhead. Play this out however you see fit, baby girl.”

(Y/N) stared at him for a moment then averted her gaze and let out a sigh; Jason huffed.

“That sounds like a heavy sigh, (Y/N). What’s wrong?”

She shrugged. “I don’t even know if Wally would be interested in me. He’s him and I’m me.”

Jason stood and walked over, kneeling in front of her. “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”

(Y/N) met his eyes. “Anytime he’s had a girlfriend she’s always been super strong or really outspoken.”

“And you’re not?” he quipped, causing her to huff.

“You know what I mean, Jay.”

He nodded. “Okay, so you’re not an Amazon or shoving your head up someone’s ass for a story. But you’re you.”

“And that means?”

“You’re the only daughter of the World’s Greatest Detective who’s a wicked smart science major by day and a badass vigilante by night.” He cupped her cheeks. “You are intelligent, warmhearted, talented, and absolutely beautiful.” Jason smushed her cheeks together and grinned as she giggled. “And if Wally doesn’t see any of what I just said, then he’s a damn fool and not worth your time. You hear me, baby girl?”

She nodded. “I hear you.”

Jason gave her a firm nod and let go, standing to his feet. “Now come on let’s go do your makeup.”

(Y/N) blinked. “You can do makeup?”

“Baby girl, I can do a lot of things. Now hurry up. That razor sharp eye liner and golden eyeshadow isn’t going to do itself.”

***

She waited beside Dick with a pleasant smile on her face, and despite the fluttering heartbeat in her chest, Jason’s pep talk kept running through her head and with every passing moment, she felt her confidence rising. He was right, if she told Wally and he didn’t feel the same, then it was his loss and her gain to move on and find someone else.

A black sedan pulled up at the manor and the passenger window rolled down, revealing Wally at the wheel and Garth in the passenger’s seat. Dick waved at them.

“Hey guys,” he greeted. “How was the drive over?”

“Oh, you know, we saw three carjacking’s and one armed robbery,” Garth quipped. “I assume that’s normal for Gotham though.”

“It’s a bit below average actually,” (Y/N) piped up. “Hi Garth. Hi Wally.”

Wally smiled and Garth waved in return as the two siblings started getting in the car.

“You’re coming with us, (Y/N)?” Wally questioned and she nodded.

“Do you want me to lie to you or give you the truth?”

He chuckled. “I’m always open for a good story.”

“I wanted to buy out Victoria’s Secret and piss off any boyfriends who are in hot water with their girlfriends.” The guys laughed and she admitted, “Truth though, I need one last source for a research paper.”

“Gonna find that source shopping?” Garth asked and (Y/N) caught Wally’s eyes in the rear-view mirror.

“Actually, my last source is Wally.”

They fell silent and looked at her, though the speedster’s focus was on the road.

“What are you gonna source Wally on?” The Atlantean inquired.

“My paper is over cellular mutation under distress from elemental conditions.” She smiled at Wally. “Our speedster here, is a walking subject perfect for the paper. I can only hope that he agrees to be a willing participant.”

Wally chuckled. “I’d be willing to part with a few secrets for you. Of course, I’d have to—”

“Remain anonymous.” (Y/N) winked. “I’m sure my professor would be okay with me citing ‘The Flash’ so long as I had a picture with him to back it up.”

“I like pictures,” he murmured, pulling into the parking lot.

“That’s good to know,” she replied and when he put the car in park, she took her purse and added, “So I’ll leave you boys to do your shopping and Wally, I’ll text you any questions I have.”

“You’re not gonna hang around?” Garth asked and she shook her head.

“Nah, I don’t wanna be the annoying little sister who follows her older brother and his friends around.” She smiled at them. “Besides, Dick was kind enough to let me come along. Least I can do is stay out of your way.”

(Y/N) opened the door and waved at them. “Text me when you’re ready to leave and I’ll meet you back here.”

***

Despite the initial joke that she was going to buy out the lingerie store, there was actually some truth in the statement, and she drew her fingers over one of the lace baby dolls as she looked at her phone, grinning like a dope at Wally’s response.

Well, I wouldn’t say I’d grow a second skin from how fast my cells regenerate, but I can make my body heal instantaneously. -W

Can you regenerate limbs or major organs? –(Y/I)

Major organs or useful ones? -W

(Y/N) paused at his response and thought for a moment. It was risky. Sending the text, she was thinking about was risky, but it’d sure get her point across that she was into him. With her heart hammering in her chest, she pushed send and stuck her phone in her pocket.

Whichever ones are useful to you, Wally? ;) –(Y/N)

Her phone didn’t buzz for a good minute, and Wally took less than a second to reply, so he was doing one of two things: A.) Telling Dick that his younger sister sent a flirty text, or B.) Trying to figure out how to let her down easy. (Y/N) didn’t know which one was worse. Her hip buzzed and she inhaled shakily, pulling her phone out of her pocket with one eye cracked open to see how screwed she was.

Do you have a useful one in mind, beautiful? -W

She had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from letting out the biggest gasp any human had ever made, and she nervously looked around her to make sure no one else was staring at her. She grinned as she replied to him.

Oh, I could think of one…or two or three…Why? Is there gonna be a pop quiz over this later? I’ll have you know I’m an excellent test taker. –(Y/N)

Is that so? Well, what happens if you were to fail this particular pop quiz, (Y/N)? -W

I guess you’d have to stay the night for a study session and help me make a better grade ;) –(Y/I)

As she waited for another response, someone’s hand touched the small of her back and she reacted, immediately stepping away from the offending touch to spin on them. Her eyes went wide when she saw Wally standing before her, a grin on his face, phone in his hand.

“I think an overnight study session is possible, (Y/N).”

Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, like a fish until she finally got her brain to work and asked, “I thought you were shopping with Dick and Garth?”

He shrugged. “Told Dick you asked me an advanced question that’d be easier to answer in person than over text.” He wiggled his brows. “You know, advanced equations and scientific gibberish.”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh and turned back around, trying to ignore the heat in her cheeks as she picked up one of the teddies. And when she realized what it looked like, she only felt more flustered. Crimson with baby blue trimming and was practically a shoelace.

“Well, that’sa hint if there ever was one,” Wally quipped, and she pulled the lingerie out of his line of sight.

“It was just the first one I grabbed!” she exclaimed, snapping her mouth shut when people looked over at them. Her cheeks felt like they were wildfires, and she pressed her head against the cool metal of the rack, sighing with what little relief it provided.

“You know, (Y/N),” he started softly. “If you’re not comfortable, this doesn’t have to go anywhere. I can forget this ever happened if you want me to.” (Y/N) opened her eyes and peered at him, at the concern but also the kindness in his gaze.

“I just—” she murmured and trailed off before letting out a sigh. “It’s kinda complicated.”

“Okay,” Wally nodded. “My mouth might work faster than my brain sometimes but lay it on me.”

She cracked a smile and thought back on Jason’s words. If Wally doesn’t see any of what I just said, then he’s a damn fool and not worth your time.

(Y/N) took a deep breath and looked at him, admitting, “Wally, I have…feelings for you.” His eyes widened and though she felt the sting of embarrassment, she pushed out her words. “It’s stupid, like one of those dumb childhood crushes that just sticks with you, you know?”

She averted her gaze and looked at her peep toe heels. “I just don’t wanna screw anything up because even if you don’t feel anything like I do, I don’t wanna lose you as a friend. Because I do value your friendship.” She sighed. “And Dick. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable about coming over to see him if there’s a chance you’ll have to see me too. I just—”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Wally interrupted gently, a smile growing on his face. “You’re thinking way big here, (Y/N). Bigger than you need to right now.”

She met his eyes. “Right now?” she repeated, and he reached out, taking her hand in his. His fingers felt tingly against her palm and he smiled.

“I like you, (Y/N).”

She blinked at him, practically dumbfounded. “You…you do?”

Wally nodded and confessed, “Have for a couple years, but I didn’t wanna make a move not knowing if you were interested.” His cheeks tinged pink, and he said, “But I’m glad you are. Like super glad.” (Y/N) giggled, suddenly feeling really foolish for all her worry and Wally let out a chuckle too.

She stared at him for a moment, relishing the coolness of his skin before pulling away, toying with the teddy in her other hand.

“So, about tonight…you staying over?”

Wally let out a groan and looked between her and the lingerie. “Probably, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to get away long enough to spend some time alone with you.”

(Y/N) let out a ‘pfft’ and winked. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out, Flash. You are the fastest man alive.”

“You’re into quickies? Good to know,” he grinned.

“Shut up,” she giggled.

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Yes, Always

Summary: Having broken off your engagement for an arranged marriage with Gojo, your relationship is in shreds. As you and Gojo try to pick up the pieces, what does love look like?

Gojo Satoru x reader

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Genre: Mostly fluff, lil bit of domestic angst, exes to friends to lovers (wc: 1.8k)

“How on earth are you still bed when the sun is setting? Gojo Satoru dramatically bursts into your apartment. The door flings open and you’re sure the knob dented the wall.

You don’t even blink. His theatrics rarely faze you anymore. You shift on your bed to face the wall.

You don’t have energy for this.

Gojo knows you since your childhood. You hadn’t always been so easy to tire. But Jujutsu work was a lot. It accumulated fatigue that drained you physically and emotionally ever so often.

“You cancelled on Ieri, I knew something was up and I was right!” he placed his hands on his hips. He walks over to you.

You yawn and ignore him.

Gojo opens a window and pulls out your covers in response.

“Hey!” you yelp.

“You go shower while I make you something to eat.” he commands.

You continue to ignore him.

He tries to haul you off the bed and into the tub.

You finally sit up, crossed beyond words. He kneels down so he can look up to you.

“You need a warm shower. It will help you feel better, I promise.” he says firmly, “Get yourself some fresh clothes. I’ll run you a bath.” His tone is is a mix of stern and gentle in away you don’t hear often.

You grudgingly get up and do as he says.

You drag yourself off the bed and into the bathroom. As you body soak in the hot water, the fatigue peel off and you feel re energised. You look up at the steam that floats around you.

Your reverie is interrupted by the kitchen noises.

Why was he doing this? You thought to yourself. This wasn’t like him to cross the boundaries of your home and to check up on you. Sure you were dating, but coming over was way too cozy for Gojo who only ever dated casually.

You walk out in new clothes, hair still dripping wet.

Gojo had set up a pot over a portable stove on your dinner table with some food already boiling away. The smell of dinner on the way was already wafting in the air.

“Thanks for doing this.” You murmur, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face into his chest.

Gojo resists the urge to pull away or look extremely nonchalant. He’a never been good with commitment or sincere expressions pf affection.

“The water was nice.” you added.

He carefully plants his hand your nape and press your forehead on his lips. You body is still warm from the shower. It still shocks him how close he can hold you.

“If you like the water so much we can go swimming in the summer.” he nods, “I’ve always wanted to go to Okinawa and go diving or snorkeling.”

You briefly pull away, “If we’re still seeing each other.”

He hesitates, “We will.”

“How do you know we’ll last till then?”

“I just do.” he pushes.

“Sure,” you take tour arms off him.

Gojo is not good at commitment. It is hard for him to sustain his interest in any one person, which you’ve accepted when you began dating him. Your set-up isn’t even exclusive. Why was he kidding himself?

Now that you’ve detached yourself from him. He heads back to the kitchen counter.

“Because this is the hardest I’ve tried.” he replies softly, “I’m concerned about you you think and how I make you feel. I don’t think I can take the weight of disappointment if things spiral a second time.”

You look at him as he prepares so vegetables. Gojo was your technically your ex-fiancee. You thought the break-up freed him. Maybe you weren’t completely right.

This is your second shot of your relationship. Why are you surprised that he’s trying so hard? Why is it difficult for you to believe in his sincerity?

“Okinawa sounds nice, I want some oysters.” you reply, taking out some bowls and chopsticks.

“I want to see you in a bikini.” He smirks.

You instinctively throw a towel at him. He dodges with a grin.

As the meatballs begin to cook, you both take a seat. Gojo recalls his conversation with his student earlier today.

“Yuuji,” Gojo called out as he enters the kitchen, “I need you to teach me how to make meatballs. I’m bringing them over for a friend.”

Itadori Yuuji is busy cutting up some mushrooms. Must be hotpot night again for the students.

“Here take this, this is ready made.” he pulls out a container of meatballs from the fridge.

“Aren’t you going to teach me how o make it?” Gojo asks his student, slightly perplexed.

“You look like you’re in a rush. I can teach you another time,” Iatdori smiles congenially and waves his hand. He causally takes the meat and scallions from Gojo’s bag and begin prepping them for his meal.

“Is this for you ex-wife?” he causally asks his teacher.

Gojo snorts, “Ex-fiancee. Yeah that one, they’re not feeling well today. I’m going to drop off something to eat.”

“I think it’s kind of nice you’re a second try.” Yuuji grins good naturedly.

“The first time wasn’t really a try. Our engagement was arranged.” Gojo packs some other things onto a bag, “Our marriage would have ended in flames if we had pushed through.”

“Yeah, but even if you had married, I think it would eventually work out. It might take years but you clearly do get along and you’re attracted to each other. You’re both willing to put in the work.” Yuuji reasons.

“Just people try doesn’t mean they always succeed.” Gojo mutters. Yuuji is the eternal optimist.

“Its not gonna work any better if you don try at all. Relationships aren’t a one time task.”

“Why can’t you just teach me? It’ll take just a little bit of time.” Gojo asks again. He slings the bag over his shoulder, ready to head out.

“But a little bit of time is still worth something. More time together is always good.” Yuuji nods.

“Just take it sensei,” Itadori said before he left the school, “Make the most out of today.”

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After dinner, you yawn. Gojo goes over your side and sweeps you off your chair. Your legs are dangling awkwardly over his arms. This feels so new yet strangely comfortable.

“Let’s get you back to bed.”

He looks into your eyes, framed by your lashes. Warmth has returned to your cheeks. Your face is brighter than when he first came.

You lace your arms around his neck.

Gojo has never been to your house on a personal visit before. He doesn’t know how to feel in this new kind of intimacy—an intimacy outside of sex. It is intensely emotional for him to see you at your lowest, at home, without the trappings of your jujutsu powers or even you work coat.

Who were you outside your jujutsu sorcerer? Who were the two of you outside of your jujutsu connections?

“Put me down, I want to stand.” you quietly request. He relents.

When Gojo gets up to do the dishes, you follow. You’re standing side by side, elbows bumping as a creeping sense of domesticity inches up his spine.

Gojo prefers to eat out. Cleaning up after dinner was like breakfast after sex—too much commitment.

“If this is freaking you out, we can stop.” You mumble, quickly reading through him “I can do the dishes and you can just go.”

He’s surprised by the exit you create for him, but he buckles down.

“I’m not running away from anything tonight.” he says. He’s shirking from extra time, not from his feelings and definitely not from you.

He fills his ears with the sound of clanking dishes and your slow and steady breath. His time today was your anyways. Why would he take it back? Domesticity is unfamiliar, but he so badly wants to give it a shot.

After all the dishes are put aside, you wipe his hands dry with the kitchen towel. His heart is racing, his palms sweaty. He thinks about cracking a joke to hide his tension, but decides otherwise.

You eyes look steadily at him, as if testing him to see if he will sat or go. He takes the towel and gently dries off your hands, careful to get in between your fingers and to be gentle around your wrists.

“I’m not going anywhere.” he remarks, “even if you don’t believe me.”

“I’m really trying.” he adds.

“I believe you.” you nod. Some of the tension and discomfort in his face fades.

You walk towards your room, “I’m going to bed. I’m tired.”

He scurries behind you, turning off the lights as he goes “Can I lie down beside you?”

You’re taken by surprise but you don’t let it show.

“Sure.”

Gojo mostly lies on top of the sheets and he watches you tuck yourself in. You look so young like this — pajamas, no make up, no work clothes.

You were arranged to be married by 20 and you look just that age. He notices you staring back at him, inspecting him in this new angle you’re both experiencing for the first time.

“Did you ever think about what our first night would be like?” you ask candidly.

He rolls onto his back and stares into the ceiling, “It would probably be awkward. I’ve thought about taking a sleeping pill to knock myself out. What about you?”

“Just the usual stuff.” you shrug.

“What usual stuff?” he prods.

You make a face and reply, “I guess I expected you’ll about some of my habits that I’m embarrassed about eventually.”

“It’s not the sex?” he asks surprised.

You laugh and shake your head. When you were younger you were curious about it, but once you learned what it was it didn’t seem as interesting to you.

“No, I thought the sex would just make me sad. Judging by the way things were going then, you’d be thinking of someone else while I give myself to you.” you turn away from him as you talk, sheepish to voice your hurt out loud and look at him in the eye at the same time, “You’d make me feel small, like my family did. For most of my life, my only value was to be married to you and I couldn’t even feel good in it.”

Your words heave silence into the room. You don’t know what expression he has on.

“Man, I sound like horrible husband.” he murmurs.

You slowly turn back to him.

“But that was what would have happened if we had married at 20. That’s not us anymore.” you shake your head.

Your faces so close your noses touched.

“What are you doing?” he half-asks.

You press your face to his shoulder. He pulls away a bit to get under the sheets. He wraps an arm around you and uses his other arm to turn off the lights.

“Can I stay tonight?” he breathes in your smell even though he already knows the answer. You feel so impossibly soft against him, he feels the lull of sleep approaching.

“Yes,” you barely whisper, “always.”

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cha-lyn · 3 years

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A Series of Break Ins

bucky x black female reader

Summary: Someone breaks into your apartment

Warnings: break ins, lil bit of violence, wounds + blood

Words: 1617

A/N: Inspiration from @write-it-motherfuckers ( prompt is in bold somewhere below) :) some wonderful stuff on that blog

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January.

You lived in an old building in a shitty part of town. The loft kind that was once an office or a factory or something. Lots of windows. Terrible heat bill in the winter. You heard gunshots and fighting frequently. It wasn’t your dream home. No, your windows faced a manufacturing building with no windows. From your fire escape, if you stretched really far, you could cross the alley and touch the building. You only did that once though because the fire escape was rickety and not very safe.

That particular night, you were coming home from a mediocre date with a guy named Marcus. Usually you’d take a cab home, but your budget was tight this month. So you weaved through the alleys, the cold and the dark making you more jumpy than usual. You just wanna be home, with your warm fuzzy socks on and a glass of wine.

Your anxiety settles once you make it into your building. You take the steps two a time to your third floor studio. You open your door, shutting it quickly and leaning back against it.

That’s when the hairs on your arm stand up. Your eyes shoot open and your breath catches. Your kitchen light is on. You know it was not on when you left earlier. In your kitchen sits your first aid kit dumped out on the table.

You grab the baseball bat you keep next to the door and check every crevice of your home. Nothing.

You return to the kitchen, hesitantly. Next to the first aid kit is a napkin with a note: Sorry for the intrusion. I’ll replace everything I used. Thanks. - BB

You just looked at the note and blinked. Who the fuck had been in your apartment?!

The next day there’s a package outside your door containing the promised replacements from the stranger. There’s another note: Sorry again. -BB

You’re not quite sure what to do. Call the police? And say what- someone broke in, left no trace and then replaced what they stole? They would think you’re crazy.

February.

After the break in you upped your security. You got a deadbolt, a door chain, and a magnetic sensor on your front door that rang and alerted your phone when set off.

You felt pretty good about your upgrade… until it happened again. You’d come home late from drinks with a friend unlocked the door, then the deadbolt.

The light in your kitchen was on again. You grabbed your bat immediately, ready to swing on whoever was dumb enought to break into your house yet again.

“Whoa, whoa ma’am. Please don’t--” but you did. Whack him that is. Three times. And then a black gloved hand stopped your swings dead and blue eyes lock with yours.

“Holy fucking shit. B. B! It was you. Fucking Bucky Barnes broke into my house!”

He nods and watches your face as it goes from rage to confusion and then back to rage. You let go of the bat and he puts it behind him. “Look, I am really sorry. I know this is probably terrifying--”

“Yeah ‘cause I thought you were a god damn serial killer--not an Avenger!” You plop down onto a kitchen chair.

Bucky stared at you amused. “This is not how I thought this would go…”

“Don’t you have some Avenger place you can go and get fixed up? Instead of breaking into civilian households?” you sigh irritatedly.

“No. For one I’m not an Avenger…. And uh, two… I got hurt doing something not necessarily sanctioned by the government.” Bucky looked up at the ceiling bashfully.

“My god, you’re doing vigilante shit,” you breathed out a laugh.

Bucky shrugged, “You could call it that.” He wrung his gloved hands together. “I should go… I’ll send you replacements for the stuff I used. ”

“Or you could just not break into my house.” Bucky chuckled, before climbing out the window. “You could use the door!’

The man has the audacity to laugh as he closes your window, “Thanks again, doll.”

You let out a groan, wondering why on earth he chose your apartment and why on earth you weren’t more pissed off about it.

March

You’re dead asleep when you hear a thud on the fire escape outside your window. Your heart thuds like a bass drum as scenarios of you being murdered flash through your head. A stabbing. A shooting. God, please not a strangling. Then there’s a persistent tapping. You pretend to still be asleep, holding your breath and not moving.

“I know you're awake. I need to .. uh utilize your first aid kit again. Please, doll.”

Relief hits you like a wave and you flick the light on and get out of bed. You open the window and Sergeant Barnes slips through the space, holding his flesh arm, but not really effectively stopping the blood.

The two of you stand there for a second, until you remember that you don’t sleep with pants on and awkwardly move around him to find a pair of shorts. You find him sitting at your kitchen table again, waiting for you to get the first aid kit, like he doesn’t have a goddamn metal arm on him.

“For fuck’s sake…” You pull it out from under the sink and set it in front of him with a thud. Bucky smirks sheepishly. “Did you get shot again?” you ask after a while. He nods once as he gets to work. “Aren’t you like... super?” He nods. “Won't it heal super fast?” He nodded once again. “So what’s the point of the first aid kit?”

“You ask a lot of questions,” he sighs irritatedly.

You narrow your eyes, “Oh dear, am I inconveniencing you?”

He stops and looks up at you through his dark lashes. “Sorry. I’m being rude. What's your name anyway?”

You roll your eyes, but you tell him.

He cleans after himself and then stands. “Thank you again. Y/n.”

You ignore the lil shiver you get when he says your name, “Is this gonna be a regular thing Sargeant?”

Bucky flashed you a charming smile, “Do you want it to be, doll?”

You cross your arms and set you glare, “You have five seconds before I get my bat.”

Bucky let out a very boyish laugh before dramatically making his exit via the window again.

Over the next few days, you consider getting locks for the windows, but for some reason you just don’t.

Two weeks later, you open your door, arms full of groceries, and find Bucky sitting on the floor of your kitchen once more, first aid kit open in front of him. You’re not even surprised really.

“Ah, Hello again. We really need to stop meeting like this.”

You scoff, “Maybe we would, if you would sTOP BREAKING INTO MY FUCKING HOUSE!!” You toss your purse on the couch.

Bucky laughs and the winces and groans. It’s then that you realize he’s very pale in the face and his flesh hand isn’t gloved it’s just dark with blood.

You drop the groceries roughly on the table, “Shit Bucky. Are you-- You’re bleeding a lot!”

“I’m fine, doll.”

“I don’t think you are….” You panic, reaching for your phone, but remembering it’s deep in your purse across the room.

“You gotta-- you’re gonna have to sew it up, okay?”

“Let me just call an ambulance,” you get up to get your phone, but he grabs your wrist firmly.

“No. You can do this Y/n. I’ll walk you through it.” Something in his blue eyes assures you. You nod and Bucky has you cut his shirt off before he leads you through the cleaning of his wound. Your face felt hot at the sight of his beautiful broad chest, despite the mess around you. Bucky guided you, wincing and jaw ticking as you closed up his wound. By the end, your hands are red and sticky and you’re quite nauseous, but you didn’t care. The color was already back in his face and the sparkle back in his blue eyes. “You did good, doll.”

“I can’t believe I did that,” you say breathily. Bucky smiled fondly at you. You get up, wash your hands thoroughly and gently help Bucky up and to your couch. “You want something to eat? Let me get you some water.” You don’t wait for an answer before going to the kitchen. You bring him a bottle of water, a beer, and left over orange chicken from last night’s dinner- he inhaled all three while you cleaned and sanitized your kitchen floor.

“I should head out,” he stood up stiffly, favoring his wounded side. “I’m sorry about all this…” he gestured towards his wound and then to your kitchen. “It won't happen again. I’ll get my own first aid kit.”

You shrug, “You basically bought mine with as much as you use it.” You stick your hand out. “Phone.” Bucky eyes you warily before obeying. “How about next time you need to use my first aid kit, you just call first?”

Bucky smiles a lopsided, goofy smile, as you put your number in. “I think I can do that.”

Three days later, Bucky calls you around 7pm. Thirty minutes later there’s a knock at your door - not your window.

“What’s bleeding now--”

Instead of beat up and bleeding, Bucky stands before you in a black button up with a bouquet of flowers and a bag of take out. “Hey doll. I wanted to really apologize for everything and try to make it up to you,” he gives you a sheepish grin.

You can’t contain your own smile. “Well, orange chicken and flowers are a good start. Come in.”

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honeypiehotchner · 3 years

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coming out -- Hotch’s Daughter!Reader headcanon

Just a lil thing I wrote to comfort myself because sometimes I wonder a little too much about how different I’d be if I had a better coming out experience a.k.a. if Aaron Hotchner was my dad he would’ve been a lot nicer to me

(Also it’s in hc format because I am too exhausted to write a full blown fic right now, love y’all though xx.)

Summary: Hotch adopted you when you were 17 and he’s been nothing but the best Dad anyone could ask for. You’re 19 now and a freshman in college, and you have something important to tell him. Thanksgiving break is coming up soon and...you invited your girlfriend to spend the week with you.

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, one mention of being too anxious to eat

you’d be a nervous fucking wreck

who wouldn’t be, though?

even when you know the person is supportive, you’re still nervous. when you came out to your best friend, you were trembling like crazy, even though she’s never once been anything but supportive of the lgbtq+ community

all that aside, your dad is different

he’s pretty closed off at times, but you expected that when he adopted you

he’s a single dad, raising a young son, and for some reason decided to add you, a seventeen year old girl into the mix

you’re nineteen now, and in your freshman year of college, which means you’ve gone through a lot of self-exploration

and in the short period that you’ve been on your own, you’ve realized something

you like girls. like a lot. like, so much so that you have a girlfriend, and you’ve been dating her for seven months now

and you invited her home for thanksgiving

in your defense, she has nowhere else to go, because her family is from out of the country, and they don’t celebrate thanksgiving

you want her to experience the holiday for the first time, and when she mentioned wanting to spend it with someone she loves, you blurted out the offer

the only problem is, your dad has no idea she’s coming home with you

thanksgiving break starts in two days

on a last minute, impulsive, “if i don’t tell him right now i will throw up everywhere” decision, you drove to your dad’s office

the BAU is only a thirty minute drive from your dorm, so you visit your dad every other week or so

it’s a Wednesday and it’s barely 2pm, so you know he’ll be there

but he doesn’t expect you at all

he’s in the middle of a phone call when you knock on his office door, and his facial expression is more than shocked when he sees its you standing there

you stretch out on the couch like you’ve done countless times when you didn’t want to be alone at home and Jack was off with friends

Hotch can tell something is eating you, so he tries to hurry the phone call along as quick as he can, and soon he’s hanging up

“hey you,” he says, standing and rounding the desk to give you a hug

you gladly accept it, wrapping your arms around his middle

you never really used to like hugs, but his have always made you feel safe

that and Jack loves hugs, so you kind of had to get used to them with him being your little brother

“surprise,” you chuckle nervously

having a profiler for a dad means that absolutely nothing gets past him, but he’s done his best since adopting you to not push subjects that you don’t want pushed

but occasionally, when he can see how badly something is hurting you to keep inside, he breaks that rule

just like he does today

“what’s going on?” he asks, sitting in one of the chairs across from the couch, letting you stretch back out

“well,” you pause to clear your throat, “you know how thanksgiving is next week?”

“yes,” he nods. “you’re on break, right?”

“mhm,” you confirm. “all week.”

“Jack will like having you back home all the time.”

“i’ll like getting to spend more time with him,” you smile, having forgotten about that. Hotch will still be working up until Wednesday, and then will probably be back Friday, but you and Jack can fill the other days easily, especially since it’s been a while

“was that all?” Hotch asks, knowing it wasn’t

“well,” you say again; it’s your nervous tell. “how would you feel if i...invited someone over?”

“like a friend?” he asks, and you nod hesitantly. “i don’t see why not.”

“okay,” you exhale. that was easy enough, but it wasn’t the truth. not completely. “what if it’s a girl?”

Hotch chuckles quietly. “it can be a girl, a boy, or anyone. i don’t mind. as long as they don’t mind an air mattress to sleep on and a little brother running around.”

“what if...what if she slept in my bed? with me.”

silence.

but then he smiles. “that’s okay too.”

“you’re not mad?” you ask.

“why would i be mad?” he asks seriously. “is she your girlfriend?”

“...yes.”

“for how long?”

“seven months,” you blurt. “and is it okay if she’s here all week? her family is from out of the country, so she can’t exactly go anywhere else, and i panicked because i love her and i invited her--”

“it’s okay, Y/N, slow down,” he says softly. “yes, she can stay the whole week.”

“thank you,” you murmur, chewing on your lower lip, and stopping when you see your dad tap his own lip

it’s a small thing he’s done for you since he adopted you. if you’re chewing your lips or cheeks, he quietly taps his

“you’re not mad or...weirded out or anything?”

“not at all,” he says. “truthfully, i’m surprised it took you this long to tell me. i knew you were seeing someone.”

“what?!” you gasp. “how could you even tell?”

“the tone of your voice,” he confesses. “i could tell when she would be there, but i didn’t know who and i didn’t want to bring it up. you don’t have to tell me everything and i knew you’d tell me whenever you were ready. but i knew someone was making you happier.”

“well,” you half laugh, half scoff. “i can’t believe you. but i don’t know why i’m surprised-- hang on, did you already know i was gay?”

he shrugs. “i had my suspicions, but again, i knew you would tell me when you were ready -- if there was anything you wanted to tell.”

“oh my god,” you cover your face with your hands. leave it to your dad to make such a nerve-wracking situation become classically embarrassing. “are you kidding me? i swear to god.”

“on an unrelated note,” he laughs, “would you like to go out to dinner with her tonight?”

you furrow your eyebrows, lowering your hands. “yeah? her and i always do?”

“it’s on me,” he says. “use the credit card.”

“the card is for emergencies.”

“then consider this an emergency.”

“dad.”

“yes daughter?”

that always irritates you when he does that, but you smile anyway. “thank you. for being the best, always,” you roll your eyes with a laugh, always dramatic.

“thank you for sharing this part of your life with me,” he says sincerely. “oh, and i’m still giving her a hard time when she’s over.”

“what? no!”

“it’s my duty.”

“i will lock you out of the house.”

“i’ll kick the door down.”

“be nice to her,” you say seriously. “i really like her.”

“i know,” he smiles. “do you want to stay for lunch since you’re already here?”

oh, right, you haven’t eaten yet. you woke up anxious as hell about telling him, so you haven’t had any food today. “please,” you chuckle. “is garcia here?”

he nods, “in her office.”

“sweet,” you grin. “i’ll be back later with food.”

“okay,” he laughs, watching you practically bounce off the walls now that you’ve been relieved of that big secret. “hey, Y/N?”

you turn around. “yeah?”

“i love you.”

you smile wide, practically throwing yourself in his arms this time. “i love you too, dad.”

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katiea03 · 3 years

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hellu! a friend led me to your account and i wanted to req smth right away! i'm a girl who loves hurt comfort so can you do smth with tsukki and kenma where reader doesn't like sitting on their lap or getting carried because she doesn't want to squish them?? thanks bby ❤

❣︎Reader Scared To Sit On Their Lap❣︎

Thx you sm for the request! This one hit home as this is lowkey a insecurity I have but I had a lot of fun writing it! 👁👅👁

❣︎Warnings❣︎: Weight,suggestive

❣︎Genre❣︎: Hurt/comfort, lil fluff

❣︎Featuring❣︎: Tsukishima, Kenma, Oikawa

❣︎A/N❣︎: This is my first official request and I’m really excited how it came out! I/ve never written a scenero or hurt/comfort before but i really liked it! I threw Oikawa in with the other two because of how perceptive he really is. I feel like people forget how smart Oikawa is so he gets a lil love. Am I really starting to become an Oikawa simp maybeeee ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Probably for the first time ever, Tsukishima Kei was clingy. You were hanging out at his place after school as you usually did but today you couldn’t help but notice how tightly Tsuki held onto your hand, or how he would use your head as a resting place for his more often. You obviously weren’t opposed, just surprised by his sudden change in character.

You looked through the kitchen for snacks when Tsukishima hugs you from behind. You jump a little and turn in his arms to see him with his signature smirk that made your knees weak “What’s gotten into you today?”

He looked at you amused “What do you mean?”

He rests his hands on your hips , “You’ve been very touchy that’s all.”

“You don’t like it?” He looks as if he’s about to pull away. You pull him in quickly before he has a chance to pull away. Resting your head on his chest,

“I never said that. I think it's really nice.” You take in the fresh scent of his hoodie.

“Oh yea?” There’s a faint smugness to his words that you recognized instantly

“Yea.” And before you knew it, you felt yourself being lifted up. Panic rushed through you and you tried your best to squirm out of his grasp,

“Put me down! Please just put me down.” Tsukishima could sense the gravity in your voice and put you on the kitchen counter.

“What’s wrong Y/n.” He could see the uneasy look on your face and wondered what he did wrong. You stood silent, not making eye contact with him.

“Babe what is it… did I hurt you?” You remained quiet. Tsuki didn’t want to push you to say anything you didn’t want to, but he was concerned.

“If you don’t want to say anything that okay bu-“

“I’m worried I’ll break you…” Your voice came out shallow. Tsuki almost laughed, not because what you said was funny, but because of how ridiculous the notion was, “What do you mean?”

Still not being able to look at him, you croak out, “I’m scared I’m too heavy for you.” At this point you’re trying to hold back tears. You’re weight has always been such a huge insecurity for you, and truly having to admit it was almost embarrassing.

Tsuki cups your cheek, forcing you to look at him. He had no idea you felt this way, and he wasn’t too sure what to say so the kitchen was almost awkwardly silent. You were about to pull your face away when he tells you,

“Do you know how ridiculous you sound right now?” You snap your head to look directly at him. That wasn’t the type of response you were expecting.

“I love you, and no matter what size you are that won’t change. But no, you won’t break me, I’m almost 6’4.”

You choke out a laugh and wipe the tears that brimmed at your eyes,

“Yea but Kei, you’re built like praying mantises!” Tsuki poked you before throwing you over his shoulder and carried you to the living room. You shrieked kicking your legs as genuine laughter escaped your lip.

This would be the first night you would be spending the night at Kenma’s place. He’s spent countless nights at yours but you finally asked to spend the night at his.

Stepping out of the shower, hair wet, and wearing one of his hoodies, you go to look for him. Along the way you inspected his apartment more. There was nothing too special about it, it wasn’t the neatest by any means but you could tell he tidied up a bit before you came. You passed by his living room and saw only a couple photos. He didn’t look too enthusiastic in them but a small smile laced your face seeing him with his friends and family.

You quietly make your way down the hall to his gaming room, and with a soft knock, you creak open the door. Kenma was intensely staring at his computer screen with his huge gaming headset on with his hair messily pulled back. He couldn’t hear you come in but he sensed your presence and turned his head to you.

He softly smiled at you and slid off one side of his headset to hear you properly.

You walked behind his chair and peered at the screen , “So what are you playing right now?” Kenma focuses back on the game and mumbles, “ Rainbow…”

A minute or two goes by of you just wanting his hands rush across the keyboard. His face stayed as neutral as ever, the only indication of stress was the tiny crease that bunched in between his eyebrows. He wins another game and takes off his headset while waiting for the next round to start. He pulled your hand around to sit you into his lap but you backed up and settled on sitting on the arm of his chair. He could see how uncomfortable you were and peered up at you.

“What’s wrong?” You sat a little straighter, “Nothings wrong Kozu.”

He looks up at you unconvinced, “Y/n”

You crossed your arms and try putting on your best face. Unfortunately for you, Kenma knew them all.

“Tell me, what is it?” He took one of your hands in his, softly rubbing his thumb over your palms. You searched his face for any way out of this inevitable conversation you landed in, but to no avail. You sighed and stared intently at the screen in front of you.

“What if I’m too heavy?” What you asked didn’t process in his head for a moment. But when it did, he instantly pulled you into his lap without warning. You go to stand up but he wraps his arms around you, holding you down. You hide your face in his polyester t-shirt feeling extremely self-conscious. You slowly feel yourself calm down and you get yourself more comfy on his lap.

“See you aren’t too heavy.” Kenma is a man of very few words, but as he ran his fingers through your wet hair, you couldn’t have felt more safe and loved.

The next match started and as he slid on his headset (only one ear had it on), you stayed there watching him play. You felt yourself doze off in probably the most comfortable position you had ever been in.

Oikawa was going on about another ridiculous alien conspiracy documentary and was begging to watch it for tonight’s Friday movie marathon. He already had his ‘stylish’ purple alien socks along with his even more ‘trendy’ neon green space martian shirt (according to him of course!). He was already comfy on the worn down couch he owned with tons of blankets.

You come out from the kitchen wearing a big t-shirt of his with the popcorn and set it on the coffee table.

“Oh my beautiful Y/n, what would I do without you?” He sits up on the couch with his head in his hands.

“Probably starve and die.” Oikawa opens the blanket waiting for you to cuddle on the couch with him,

“Rude, but you’re probably right.” He pats at his lap and you come closer to the couch, nervously taking a seat next to him rather than sitting on his lap. You turn on the couch looking for the remote when Oikawa outbursts,

“Ummm excuse me?” He has a hand on his heart with an exasperated look on his face.

You turn to him pretending to be clueless but as you play with your fingers, Oikawa knew something was wrong.

“Shawty, is my lap not good enough for you?” He puts on his best fuck boy face to try and make you laugh- and it usually did, but not this time. He drops the act and pulls your leg onto his.

“Spill, what’s going on?”

Not a sound comes from your lips and you just continue to look down at your lap.

With an extra dramatic sigh he wipes fake tears from his eyes, “ If you're not gonna say anything, I’m gonna have to assume you have terminal cancer.”

You shoot up with wide eyes,

“No!” With that Oikawa throws his head back laughing and you can’t help but laugh too. Eventually the laughter dies down and Oikawa has his serious face again.

“So are you gonna tell me what’s going on now?”

It’s quiet for another moment before you actually speak, “I don’t really wanna talk about it babe.” Of course, Oikawa wasn’t satisfied with that answer.

He takes both of your hands in his and kisses them both gently.

“Y’know you can tell me anything.” He was genuinely a little hurt that you felt like you couldn’t talk to him about whatever it was.

“Yeah I know, it's just-I .” You took a deep breath as you felt the tears sting your eyes. Oikawa waited patiently,

“I just feel like I’m too heavy for stuff like that.” Small tears began to stream down your cheek, but Oikawa wiped them away before they could fall too far.

Oikawa’s heart broke wiping away your tears. He had no idea you were dealing with this. He feels the tiniest bit of futile guilt. Despite it not being his fault, he wishes he could’ve done something to make you feel better about yourself. He kisses the top of your head before telling you,

“You are beautiful exactly the way you are, and I’m gonna prove it to you. I promise you.”

You feel your face go warm at his promise to you as he easily lifts you onto his lap. He pulls you into a deep kiss, and as your lips connect you feel the worry and anxiety melt from your body. His kisses trail to your collarbone and the collar of his shirt falls down one side of your shoulder. He leaves a sweet kiss on the edge of your shoulder,

“I don’t care if it takes all night baby.”

He looks up at you with such adoration, you know what he was saying was true. The way he looked at you made you feel beautiful inside and out.

Oikawa was true to his word, and made sure to worship you like you deserved.

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combat-wombatus · 3 years

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Truth or Dare

Pairing: Sero Hanta x reader

Genre: fluff, a lil bit of crack

Warnings: swearing (bakugou), but other than that, none! (unless u have traumatic memories of truth or dare)

WC: 3.1k

Summary: Mina and Denki work together to make sure that you know exactly who Sero's crush is.

(A/N): so @klvbxlove requested some headcanons about sero’s fem!crush having an obsession with kpop/anime and sero doing cute stuff for her and i tried sticking with the prompt in the beginning but then i led myself off-topic (oops) so it turned into this! sorry it’s not what u requested, i can write something else for u if u want! i was just struck by sudden ✨inspiration✨ for this fic so...here u go...

“EEEK!” You squealed, bouncing over to your friends. “LOOKLOOKLOOK-”

“(Y/L/N),” Bakugou grumbled. “Calm the fuck down, no one can understand you.”

You took a deep breath, then handed your phone over to Mina.

As soon as Mina saw the screen, she started squealing just like you were.

“(Y/N)!!!! OMGOMGOMGOMG-” she grabbed your arms and started jumping up and down like an overexcited toddler.

Bakugou rolled his eyes, gave an exasperated huff, then stomped away. “Can’t deal with you idiots when you’re like this.”

Mina dragged you by your arm over to a bench on the side of the cafeteria and the two of you spent your lunch break slurping udon and watching your favorite K-pop group’s newest music video on repeat.

Sero was chatting idly with his friends, mouth full of sushi. Unbeknownst to you, he had been watching you from the corner of his eye, sneaking glances every couple of minutes. Dense as Kaminari may be academically, he had noticed Sero’s preoccupation with you throughout the meal.

“Hey bro,” He poked Sero’s elbow with the clean end of his chopstick. “Whaddya keep looking at (Y/L/N)-chan for?” He squinted at Sero. He glanced briefly at you, and seeing nothing out of the ordinary, turned his eyes back on Sero. “Do you have a crush on her or something?”

Sero choked on his piece of salmon and spluttered, face beet red. “N-no! It’s not l-like that!”

Bakugou snorted. “You dumbass. The hell you mean ‘it’s not like that’? Any idiot with eyes and half a brain can see that you’re obsessed with her.”

As Sero tried to deny his feelings for you, Mina slowly shifted her attention from your phone to hers, which was dinging incessantly.

Kaminari

hey bro bro broski my man my lady? minaaaaa

Mina

asdkjfhluhal i told u to stop calling me that and what

Kaminari

so u know abt seros crush right

Mina

u have the AUDACITY to ask me, the queen of gossip, whether or not I know abt seros crush? the sheer AUDACITY is STAGGERING-

Kaminari

ok ok stop bullying me anyways wanna get them tog?

Mina

D U H would be easier if y/n wasn’t so dense and sero wasn’t so chicken

Kaminari

since ur in do u have a plan

Mina grinned. Of course she did. What kind of person did Kaminari think she was?

Mina

take sero to the boba place after school meet u there

Pocketing her phone, she turned back to face you. She had to resist the urge to cackle. This was gonna be fun.

Later that day, you and Mina walked to the dorms together.

“Whaddya say we go out today?” Mina asked excitedly, eyes gleaming. You found it a bit suspicious, since yesterday she had told you that she was failing math and was going to study with Yaomomo today.

“Didn’t you say you were going to study with Yaomomo?”

“Shit.” Mina face palmed. “I did, didn’t I? But I don’t waannnnaaa,” she whined. “Let’s just go out and get some boba and we’ll come back,” she promised, giving you the puppy dog eyes.

“Okay, okay.” You relented. “But if you fail math again, don’t blame it on me.”

She clasped a hand to her chest dramatically. “I would NEVER.”

Giggling, the two of you made your way to Coco’s Café, a cozy little place that served everything from coffee to cookies. It was also a developing cat café, mostly due to the popularity of the kitty that the place was named for, Coco.

Sidling up to the counter, you ordered a matcha boba tea while Mina ordered a strawberry milk tea with lychee jelly and boba.

“Is that it for you ladies today?” The man behind the counter asked cheerfully.

“Yes please!” Mina replied. The two of you sat in a corner booth, sipping your drinks and gossiping.

“Hey (Y/N),” Mina started. “So you know about Sero’s crush, right?”

You halted mid-sip. What? Sero had a crush?

Laughing at your startled expression, Mina leaned forward in a conspiratorial manner. “So,” she whispered. “Who do you think it is?”

You sat there, drink forgotten, racking your brain for possibilities. Jirou and Hagakure hung out with Sero sometimes, exchanging memes and goofing around, but they weren’t really around that often. Usually, Sero only hung out with Kaminari, Kirishima, Bakugou, Mina, and you. Mina, possibly? Was Sero gay? Did he have a thing for, say, Kaminari or Kirishima? You didn’t think that Sero would be the type to like Bakugou, but hey, he put up with Bakugou’s temper all the time, so maybe? Ugh. You resisted the urge to groan and drop your head into your hands. This was so complicated.

Mina sat back, this reaction obviously not being what she had hoped for. “Well?” She crossed her arms. “Do you have a guess yet?”

You thought about it, then decided to pick an answer randomly. “You?” You tried.

Mina snorted and almost spit out her drink. You were absolutely unbelievable. Of all the people you could’ve chosen, you picked HER? “No, (Y/N). It’s not me,” she managed to choke out in between fits of laughter.

You sprawled out on the table, no longer concealing your frustration. “Who is it then?” You whined. “Jirou? Hagakure? Is Sero gay?”

Mina actually did spit out her drink this time.

As she cleaned up her mess, Mina silently judged you with her signature side-eye. She really is that dense, huh. Guess I’ll have to knock some sense into her.

Furiously brainstorming, you tried to think of any more possibilities. As you sat in silence, something warm and fuzzy crawled sneakily onto your lap, and stayed there.

Knocked from your daze, you glanced down and the unfamiliar presence, only to realize that it was a kitty. THE kitty. Coco, the café’s namesake.

“Aww,” you cooed, lightly scratching behind her ears. She purred happily in response to your ministrations and curled into herself, tail tucked neatly around her haunches.

Just then, the doorbell jingled and the rest of your close friends walked in.

“Hey!” Kaminari chirped, giving you and Mina a lighthearted wave.

“Hey!” You replied, unaware of the glare Mina was currently giving Kaminari. As soon as they went up to order, Mina stood up and announced that she was going to the bathroom. You took out your phone and scrolled through your social media feeds, taking advantage of this time to research.

“Psst!” Mina pinched Kaminari’s elbow lightly.

“Ow! What?” Kaminari turned to face her.

Mina gave Kaminari her scariest glare. “I told you to bring Sero, not the whole squad!”

Kaminari whimpered. “But Kirishima heard and wanted to tag along too! And it would’ve been suspicious if I said no! And then Bakubro heard that Kiri was coming and decided to come too-”

Mina sighed. “You could’ve texted Sero in private!”

Scratching the back of his head, Kaminari gave Mina a sheepish smile. “Sorry Mina, I hadn’t thought of that”.

Mina stole a quick glance back at your table, and seeing that you were otherwise occupied, she turned her attention back to Kaminari.

“So, Stage 1 of the plan didn’t work. She didn’t even seem to consider herself as a possibility! However, no fear! It is time that we put Stage 2 into action!” Mina whisper-shouted. “It’ll be more complicated with Kiri and Bakugou present, but we always have a Plan B!” She quickly related her backup plan to Kaminari, who promised to tell the boys (minus Sero) to make it run more smoothly.

After giving Kaminari a quick fist bump, Mina slinked back into her seat. “So, (Y/N),” she paused, chin resting on her hand. “Since the boys are here, why don’t we ask Sero himself?”

You looked up from your phone. You hadn’t really found any clues as to who Sero’s crush could be. Most, if not all, of his posts were with your group of friends. You thought about it for a moment.

“Wouldn’t it be awkward if he didn’t want us to know?” You asked Mina.

“Oh, but we’re nosy friends! It’s our JOB to know and then tease him about it!” Mina giggled. “And besides,” she added. “Aren’t you even a little bit curious?”

You hesitated. She did have a point. You were curious, but at the same time, a little voice in the back of your brain nagged at you. Did you really want to know? Did you really want to see him crushing on someone else, and then tease him about it? That wouldn’t really be funny, for you, at least. But if you disagreed with Mina, it would be suspicious, and besides, you WERE curious. Even if the answer wasn’t the one you wanted, you would still rather it be out in the open than bottled inside. You’d rather know for certain than lose sleep over it at night.

Sighing, you relented. “Sure. What did you have in mind?”

Mina rested both of her elbows on the table and smiled at you, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Truth or dare.”

As the boys returned, each holding their own drinks, Mina was bouncing in her seat. Bakugou and Kirishima each pulled up a chair, and Sero took the chance to sit next to you. At that, Mina smirked devilishly.

“So,” she grinned, fingertips dancing on the table. “Let’s play truth or dare.”

Bakugou huffed, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. He couldn’t believe he’d been roped into this, but Kirishima and Kaminari wouldn’t let him ruin it. Kirishima dropped a fist on the table. “Yeah!” He turned towards Mina. “Who’s starting?”

Mina pretended to think about it, when in reality, she had already made plans.

“How about (Y/N)?”

“Me?” You raised an eyebrow. You thought that Mina would be the one to interrogate Sero.

“Yes you, dummy,” Mina teased. “Is there another (Y/N) sitting here?”

You rolled your eyes. “Who are you calling dummy?”

Mina grumbled. “Just get on with it, would you? Who are you going to ask?”

“Hmm. How about Sero?” You turned to face him. “Truth or dare?”

Sero was panicking. You weren’t the type to give out ridiculous dares, and he definitely needed to be cautious about truth. “Dare.” He said confidently.

You chuckled. Mina had prepared you for this possibility.

“I dare you to kiss your crush within the next 24 hours,” you said, “and the whole squad had to be there to see it.”

Mina and Kaminari let out simultaneous “oohs”. Bakugou pointed out the obvious. “Why the next 24 hours?”

“Because we don’t know who his crush is and they’re probably not here right now,” you answered. “And the whole squad will have to see it to make sure that he does it and doesn’t chicken out. You’ll have to ask their permission first, though,” you added. “Consent is key. Even if they turn you down, as long as you tried, we’ll count the dare as completed.”

Your friends nodded in agreement. Mina clapped her hands gleefully. “You should’ve known, Sero! You can’t hide things from us!”

Sero was *this* close to having a panic attack. He had to consciously remind himself to keep breathing. This is going to be so embarrassing how am I going to do this without making an utter and complete fool of myself gosh you really should’ve not stared at her at lunch today Sero or this wouldn’t have happened jeez are you really that dumb now the whole squad will know and you won’t be able to look her in the eye anymore adfkhiavelrsnjaerliaevr BREATHE SERO BREATHE-

The game continued. Mina dared Bakugou to smile for 5 consecutive minutes, at which Bakugou nearly flew out of his seat, palms crackling.

“You fucking extra how dare you-” He didn’t get to finish, as Mina quickly took out her phone and opened the timer app.

“And the countdown starts now!” She cackled. “That is, unless you forfeit-”

“I’M NOT GONNA LOSE TO YOU, YOU DUMB FUCKING EXTRA!!!” With that, Bakugou angrily took his seat again, disregarding all the angry scowls he received from the rest of the café’s patrons, and pulled his lips up into what could only be described as the devil’s grin. He sat like that for a full five minutes, glaring lasers into Mina, not moving a muscle. You think Mina was mentally scarred after that, because she never looked at Bakugou for the rest of the game.

Kirishima dared Kaminari to record a video of him singing the pi song and send it to Jirou. The poor boy had so many voice cracks while singing it that Kirishima went easy on him and told him to just send the first 15 seconds.

Bakugou dared you to let everyone look through your phone for one minute. You were reluctant, but seeing as you were relatively normal with only minimal embarrassing photos, no confession texts, and a fairly clean search history, you let them do it. The most embarrassing thing they found was your playlist.

“How the fuck is your playlist 74 hours and 42 minutes? What the fuck do you have on here?” Bakugou held out your phone for the rest of your friends to see.

“And why is your history full of that shitty Korean music?”

You gasped. He did not.

“Hey!” You snatched your phone back. “If you’re going to insult my music, you don’t get to continue!”

“Tch.” Bakugou sneered. “You call that shit music?”

You were thoroughly offended by this point and refused to even acknowledge his statement. You glared at Bakugou with as much intensity as you could muster. This man had no taste in music whatsoever.

The 1-minute timer dinged, and Bakugou was saved from a scathing talking-to as you all moved onto the next victim.

Mina was dared to order a glass of milk with ice, then put it on a random table (with customers) and leave without an explanation. She ended up choosing an old couple, likely in their sixties, who were cuddling with two cats. They’d each ordered a cup of coffee and shared a plate of cookies. When Mina put the glass of iced milk on their table, and the two women shared a confused look before turning their attention to Mina.

“Thank you?” The lady with horn-rimmed glasses asked rather shakily.

“Yes, thank you very much young lady, but we didn’t order this?” The one who had a tabby on her lap said, perplexed, looking Mina up and down.

Mina made a motion with her hand, zipping her lips, then giggled and sat back down at your table. The two ladies, baffled, took one look at your table and seemed to understand what was going on. They turned back to their coffees and cats and resumed their conversation.

You had all gone one full circle, and everyone had finished their drinks, so you all decided that it was time to go. You rubbed between Coco’s ears one last time and walked out into the afternoon sun.

“Hey Sero!” Kirishima clapped Sero on his back. “Don’t think we’ve forgotten about your dare,” he smiled cheekily. “Better get it over with when we first head back into the dorms, huh? That’ll probably be the easiest time to get it over with.”

Sero groaned. He’d hoped that you would all forget after the game was over, but his luck had run dry. He’d have to face the music sooner or later. He debated on his options. If he waited too long, he’d seem cowardly. He didn’t want to do that. On the other hand, maybe if he waited a full day, you would all forget? He shook his head. No, with Mina here, she’d never let him live it down. And besides, who was he to renege on a dare?

Taking his hands out of his pockets, he rubbed them together nervously. This was it. This was the moment of truth.

“Hey guys! Wait up!” He called out to Kirishima and Bakugou, who had walked ahead of the group. “I’ve got something to show you!”

Bakugou quirked an eyebrow. “Oh?” He smirked. “Whatcha got, Tape Arms?”

Sero cleared his throat. “I-I’m ready. I’m ready to do the dare.”

Your heart leapt into your throat. It was just you and the rest of the squad here. Did you really have a chance? You were scared to get your hopes up, but maybe, just maybe, you would be the one he kissed.

Hands curled into fists at his sides, Sero gulped. He was doing this. He was really doing this. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath in and out, and strode over to where you and Mina stood.

“(Y/N),” He stared at his feet. “Would you…would you allow me to kiss you?”

You covered your mouth with your hand, trying to calm yourself down. It was you. Sero had a crush on you. Your crush liked you back!

After a while, Bakugou felt the need to step in.

“Oi, dumbass!” He hollered, garnering the attention of curious passerby. “You gonna let Soy Sauce Face over there kiss you or not?”

Your face flushed a furious red. “U-Umm, y-yeah!” You stuttered. “You can kiss me, Sero!” You cringed at how excited you sounded.

Slowly, Sero tilted his face downwards. He lifted your chin tenderly and lowered his lips to yours. His lips were soft against yours, his breath tickling your cheek as he let go. You blushed harder than you ever thought was possible, and he looked down with a pleased smile.

“Thanks, (Y/N).” He said in a soft voice. “Can I take this as a sign that you have feelings for me too?”

Nodding frantically, you whispered a noncommittal “mhm”.

“Can’t hear you, sweets,” Sero teased. “Come on, I’m gonna need a verbal confirmation.”

Looking up at him, you cleared your throat. “Yes.” You whispered in a slightly louder tone. “Yes, I h-have feelings for you too.”

At this admission, your friends all cheered, Mina hooting especially loudly. “Hells yeah!” She high-fived Kaminari. “We did it!”

“Best wingmen ever!” Kaminari shouted.

“That was so manly of you Sero!” Kirishima added, flashing a thumbs-up. “Congrats!”

“Tch. Yeah, whatever. Finally got it in their thick skulls that they liked each other. Big fucking deal,” Bakugou grumbled.

“Hey, hey! Don’t you go and ruin the mood now!” Mina scolded him. “Just look at them! They look so happy!” She pointed towards you and Sero.

“Hmph. Well, those idiots could’ve been happier sooner if Sero had the fucking balls to confess earlier.”

“Oh, shut it already! Just be glad that they’re finally together!”

“Like I care.”

“Stop pretending, you big grouch! We all know you care!”

“Tch.”

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(it’s still me) I ask for 14 with jihyun please 🥳🥳 (I am prepared mentally to die)

desperation | jihyun kim

WARNINGS: mentions of rika, and stabbing, they’re in the hospital, she’s a lil angry for a moment, kissing??? idk

WORD COUNT: 1.8k (a doozy baybee)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i’m so sorry for this. i love writing soft v with all of my being, but i think there’s a point where the patience with him has to wear thin and he has to be told that this, though understandable, is wrong and he deserves to think better of himself.

She decides tonight, that she hates hospital rooms.

Whether it be the white walls, or the lingering scent of alcohol, or the way the machines whirl around his chest—it makes her sick—a night in the room feeling disturbingly like an eternity. She already can’t sleep—her eyes trained on each breath that spills from his lungs, something sinister in her telling her that it’ll be his last, but the stark white color that swallows the room makes it almost impossible.

Her fingers have been twisting his for almost an hour. She traces shapes into the back of his hand, haphazard polygons that follow the grooves of his knuckles. She doesn’t know if he can feel it, but, god, she can.

She can feel the way his hands have carried so much for him. Every callous, every freckle—every long day in the sun and prickling of evening air. Something lingers below his skin that she’s never felt in anyone before—perhaps she simply never wished to.

And she could kill him for this.

When she pleaded for freedom through hushed phone calls and he whispered words of escape, she never expected this. When he promised to take her away from that room in the middle of the mountains, to save her from his faults, she imagined being snatched away in the night—a quiet affair that could never be detected.

She should’ve known better than to think things could lean so far towards her way. She should’ve known that Rika, bathing in the light of the forest moon, silver knife in hand, would never let them go so easily. She should’ve known that escape could only lead to jagged scars, and rushed surgeries, and the plaguing smell of this room.

There’s a flash behind her eyes then, a bright red, the only one that could possibly counter the whites of his sheets. It’s the red that soaked through his jacket as she stumbled upon him in the grass. It’s the red that stained her fingers as he crumbled in her lap in the car. It’s the red that she clawed at under the soapy water of the dingy sink in the bathroom until her hands grew raw.

This room is too white, its floors too clean, his breaths too mechanically settled. It’s too calm and too quiet and everything in her head is screaming for him to wake up. She wants to shake him, to dig blunt nails into his shoulders until his eyes grow wide open—until she can spot the vibrant blues the flicker at his irises.

Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.

And yet, V’s eyes remain closed—the lids are slotted so softly over what she yearns to see. The gentle mechanical hum that bellows from his chest is still there, as strong as it was a moment ago. The room remains still—no matter the efforts of her pounding skull, no matter how much she wills him to feel the aching breath of life, it’s quiet.

A part of her, some small, cynical part, wishes so badly hate him. He claimed to never be one for theatrics but this is the kind of dramatization that clings to her skull so tightly that it no longer feels real. And yet, this reality that sits in front of her is much too strong to deny.

She can’t verbalize how she wishes to hear his voice again. How she yearns for the smiles so small that she’d rarely catch them—his denial of meriting each one so clear. The words tug at her vocal cords but something halts them in her throat. Perhaps the worry that they’d fall upon deaf ears. Perhaps the fear of admitting them at all.

Instead, her fingers continue to run across his knuckles, each breath tangling in her mouth. Her eyelids fall heavy—not with exhaustion, but with a sudden, disgusting compliance to the room. She leans forward in her chair, her forehead resting against his arm with a delicacy she’s never quite felt before—with a need for something, anything, that resembles him when he’s alive and well.

Then, a groaning of the mattress.

She lingers for a moment, too afraid that the only sounds in front of her are a new gasp of the equipment, but when she opens her eyes and his expression is contorted, the air is knocked from her chest.

She doesn’t dare speak a word, the stirring presence of him enough to leave her body tingling and numb. His eyes are closed, but there’s a lively flutter behind them, one that seizes the will for life that she clung to so heavily earlier.

Her grasp on his arm tightens and the muscle sputters. It’s the most she’s seen from him since he was wheeled into the operating room and, surprisingly enough, it’s the most she needs for heat to bloom within her chest.

Her name is the first thing to consciously stumble from his lips, a morph of word that’s not quite right but not quite wrong either. It’s quiet and clumsy, but also the only thing she wishes to hear.

“V?” Her voice echos off of stark walls and slowly, his eyes open. They’re duller than she remembered—bloodshot and heavy with the tug of unconsciousness—but they still pool vibrant blues and soft cerulean together—an unmistakable liveliness deep beneath the surface.

“You’re okay,” he says.

Ease seems to settle within his shoulders at the sight of her and something within her aches to laugh. He’s worried about her—even in an entanglement of wires and tubes—but of course he is. He’s always worried about her.

“I am,” she replies through a chuckle. “But more importantly, so are you.” The machines still buzz in a way that tears at her ears, but there’s a smile stretching across his cheeks and an unmistakable warmth bellowing throughout her chest.

Her fingers halt in rubbing his hands, but with the most energy he can muster, he’s quick to snatch her wrist. The dead weight of his hand was comforting while the hum of machinery was the only hint of his liveliness, but it’s nothing compared to this. His fingertips are calloused, and yet so soft against her palms—the pads of his thumb tracing each line etched into her skin.

“I should call Jumin and let him know you’re awake,” she mutters. “He’s been pacing around here for hours, but I told him to go home and rest for a while. This room can drive you insane.”

His face seems to fall at the sound of that, but she keeps her gaze heavy on him in an attempt to make him feel a little less burdened.

No, no, this was easy—watching your body rise with breaths that were never your own. Please, don’t worry about me—or Jumin either. He’s fine too; he was only trying to call every doctor in the country if it meant keeping you alive.

She tries to shift from her chair then, but his grip tightens.

“Wait, can you—” There’s a desperation in his voice, one she hates that she recognizes. “Can you stay for a little while?”

The last time he spoke that way, he was curled into scratchy cotton sheets of the cabin, begging her to let him give himself to RIka.

“She’s not going to stop until she has me,” he’d pleaded.

“She’s not going to stop, period, V,” she’d retorted, lips drawn tightly into a frown.

She hates to say that she was right, but glancing at the bandages wound around his chest and that sorrowful gleam in his eyes, god, she was. She hopes he knows that too. That maybe the cotton-wound stitches and smell of rubbing alcohol are enough to show him that Rika craves so much more than revenge.

“Yeah, of course.” She settles back down into the chair, scooting it closer to the bed, the knowledge that one Jumin Han might very well kill her for making him wait dull in her mind.

V’s chest rattles and he sucks a breath through his nose, his thumbs making their up way up her wrist. Half of her wants to curse him for making her head spin at his touch, but the other half, the better half, leans into it.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you.” She laughs, a snide little sound that pours from her lips, and his mouth hangs open in curiosity.

“I just… I just wished you would’ve listened to me for a second.” Her voice is poison dripping off of her tongue, but the gentleness behind it is still so evident that she hates herself for it. She hates that she can’t stomach scolding him. She hates that she understands.

“I know, I know, I let you down and I let the RFA down and I should’ve handled it mysel—” The chair slides out under her, squealing against the tile, her fingers holding the side of his face and suddenly—

She kisses him.

Her lips find his with a heaviness that neither of them had expected. A passion she’d never felt before burns in the back of her throat, and though his skin is nearly frigid, her entire body grows warm.

His shoulders grow stiff, but he never pulls away, never hesitates to kiss her back. Something terribly needy grows between the two of them, but there’s an encasement of wires and tubes that halts her there, so she pulls back—breathing so intensely that the air burns into her lungs.

“V.” She doesn’t bother to move away, their faces so close that she can feel his breath dotting her neck. She can see that brilliant blue now—the one that she’d pleaded so intensely for. His eyes are blown wide, a redness blooming at his cheeks, but his irises are still speckled with striking cerulean—a contrast so disgustingly bright against the whites of the room. “Please.”

She doesn’t have to say any more before he nods, his lips falling shut. He gets it, god, she’s thankful that he gets it. The room still lingers with that recognizable hospital smell, leaving a pricking at the bottom of her stomach, but he’s here and he’s safe and she can feel the tingling of his lips on her own.

She hates hospital rooms.

She hates them when she pushes the chair back into place. She hates them when she dials Jumin’s number, and she hates them when she watches the guilt settle so deep into V’s chest that it burns. But he smiles at her, so kind, and bright, and sorrowful that she can’t find it in herself to leave him, no matter how much he urges her to.

So, she takes his hand and kisses his knuckles, and hopes to god that this last time she has to be here. Hopes to god that he, after everything, will remember the startling silver of Rika’s knife and the ache in his chest, and he’ll listen.

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