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no-not-without-you-blog · 2 years

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Flufftober 1st: Wearing each other's clothes

Here's Day 1 of Flufftober. So excited to do another big writing challenge. I am going to try to expand to more AU's in this. One of my favorites is Hockey AU, so here ya go. I may have to expand on this AU at some point. I just want to be his lucky Bunny.

Prompt by @flufftober Amazing Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Bucky sat in the locker room, headphones blaring his playlist in his ears, taping the blade of his hockey stick before warm-up for their game today. It was one of the few pre-game rituals that he insisted on following. Every player had their own superstitions and rituals, ways to help them get their heads into the game. His playlist had been curated over the last ten years, adding one to two songs a season and always slightly tweaking it to find just the right flow. He nodded and grunted as Steve came to sit in the seat next to him. He had his own routine and while they were best friends and inseparable both on and off the ice, the time before a game was always quiet and introspective.

Bucky finished taping his stick and sat it next to his back ups that were already taped up, ready to go. He pulled his skates out of his cubby and checked them over, making sure the blades looked good and he slipped them on, lacing them up firmly over his ankles. As he went into his bag to grab a hair tie to tie back his long hair.

“Shit.” He rummaged through his bag, futilely searching for a ponytail holder. He pulled out his phone and quickly texted a number. He just hoped that they would respond quickly.

You had just gotten to your seat in the arena when your phone vibrated with a text.

Bunny, I need you right now. Come down to the locker room. Quickly, please.

Your best friend, Steve’s girl, was sat next to you and saw the message. “Oh, so he needs you. Damn woman. Doesn’t he get it enough at home?” You both laughed and you playfully shoved her. Some of the other ladies around you, other wives and girlfriends ooh-ed and wolf whistled at you as you got up. You playfully flipped them all off. “God, such a group of nosy bitches.” You teased them. In reality, you loved these girls. You supported each other and loved each other.

As you made your way towards the tunnel entrance you saw security clock you. “Hey Bobby, Buck told me to come down.” He talked into his walkie talkie and waited for a response from the security right outside the locker room. After a moment, he received an answer back and let you walk down the tunnel. It was always a surreal moment, walking that tunnel.

As you made your way to the locker room door, Bucky emerged and towered over you. He was already so much taller than you, but with his skates on, he was now a giant above you. He looked at you and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that you had your hair up in a messy bun.

“Oh thank God! Bunny, I need your hair tie. I can’t find mine and I can’t go skate without my hair up.” You laughed and motioned to the bench sitting just outside the locker room. He sat down on the bench and you stood in front of him, your hands going up to your bun and pulling it out, letting your wavy hair fall down your back. You gathered his hair in your hands and carefully placed it in a tight bun, knowing that if it wasn’t tight I would constantly be coming out when he pulled his helmet on and off. You tucked a few flyaway pieces behind his ears and held his face in your hands as you gave him a kiss.

“God, I never get tired of seeing you in my jersey.” He muttered after you finally pulled away.

“Who says it’s your jersey? I’ll have you know that I’m wearing Sam’s jersey.” You gave him a teasing look and while he mostly knew that you were teasing him, he didn’t like you joking about wearing someone else’s number. He spun you around and then smiled when he saw his number on the back of your jersey. He smacked your ass and you yelped and spun around quickly.

“Don’t be such a brat, Bunny. You know what that does to me.” The smirk on his face made you roll your eyes but you couldn’t help but smile at him as he pulled you in. You lazily pushed against him while his nose caressed yours. “Come on, Bunny. One more kiss. For luck.” You couldn’t help but give in to him, pressing your lips to his in a fiery kiss.

“You need to get back in there. Go score me a goal.” You pulled away and started walking down the tunnel, looking back to wave to him one last time.

As you made your way back up the stands where the girls were sitting, you were met with even more wolf whistling and teasing. Your hair was a mess from being pulled from your bun and your lips slightly swollen from his kisses. You just rolled your eyes and laughed at their antics.

The game was a runaway. Steve had scored two points and Bucky had worked the crowd into a frenzy as he scored a hat trick, earning three points on his own in a single game. You were so ecstatic at the team's win and the personal victories for both Steve and Bucky but you groaned and hung your head in resignation.

“What’s wrong?” Your friend prodded. “Your man just played the best game of his life!”

“Yeah, that’s the problem! He’s gonna make me come down there every game now!” You both laughed, knowing it was the truth. Bucky was going to insist that you come down every game and tie up his hair, giving him good luck kisses before the game. You had just become his best lucky charm. His real life rabbit’s foot.

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@annasrefuge @chrisevansdaughter

#flufftober2022 #flufftober #Day 1 #marvel #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #Hockey!Bucky #hockey au #Hockey!Bucky x Bunny

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baeshijima · 3 years

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I absolutely loved you streamed albedo 😤🥰🥰🥰 but I was wondering what woul ups happen if we became self aware lol

Like at friendship 10 The cut scene resets but the script is slightly changed 👀👀

Im sorry if requests are closed I just had to say it 🥺

NSJDJJD IM SO HAPPY IT’S BEING WELL RECEIVED 🥺🥺🥺🥺 also !! i dont do requests i just write whenever or build on ideas so ur fine dw <33

and oMG that’s such a cool concept oh my days 😩 also i wasnt sure what u meant by cutscene bc my highest rn is nearly friendship 10 ;-; so im gonna tweak it a little NDJSM

OKAY !! so i think that if u became self aware, it would definitely be more on the subtle side?? like,,, u wouldn’t be blatantly obvious but i think it just makes it all the more funny when he and his chat realise 👩‍🦯

so albedo’s going abt his day, doing his dailies in stream while running around with u while talking to his chat !! now, ur very close to friendship lvl 10 and it’s only been what,,, 5 days? so he’s just doing artifact runs bc while he refuses to build childe, he still has to do a showcase for him on his yt channel 🐥

after some incredibly painful runs (but it’s okie bc at least ur there with him ;-;) he gets u to maximum friendship level !! except he didn’t notice until he saw the chat spam and heard a donor with tts say it HDJJD

so oBVIOUSLY he went to check and lo-and-behold !!!!!

it was true :’)

so the first thing he did was get ur namecard and set it as his main one 🥺🥺 btw he had the hilichurl one as his set one before ☹️😣

but u see, there was smth different abt u and he couldn’t place his finger on it until he went back to playing with u as his main !! and it wasn’t until u said a line from one of ur idle animations did he die, and his chat freak out ;

“i know you have me as your wallpapers, albedo, but i didn’t think i’d get to max friendship this quick~”

#queen's response #knights #sophie talks : concepts <3 #streaming dreams #and with that i bid u all i gn NSJSKDKD #ALSO THIS DOESNT COUNT TOWARDS EBG STILL SHUT UP I CAN HEAR ALL UR THOUGHTS

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spidernerdsblog · 3 years

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Hi so I’ve had this idea for awhile. Could you do a Tom Holland x reader but the reader is American and Tom teases her for her American slang as they have totally different meanings in the UK

A/N : Ok I want to make it clear that I’m neither an American nor a Brit so this is completely based on what google offered me about the phrases Brits mostly use. Also I tweaked your request a little, here the reader is learning to adapt to Tom’s British english. Hope you like this.

Pairing : Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : suggestive themes

When Tom came up with the idea of quarantining together you were all too excited to live with the boys under one roof. But all the excitement faded when you had to practically force them to clean the house, throw out the trash and keep everything organized in the house. You were damn sure the boys have started despising you for bossing them around as you had caught them giving side eyes to Tom on multiple occasions but you did what you had to so that you can continue to live there peacefully.

Added to that their British sarcasm was another end of the story half of the time you won’t get it and would be clueless. You watched them roll over laughing into fits while Tom explained to you the joke. It made you come to the realization that you need to have a grasp on your boyfriend’s dictionary so you started to observe and make a mental note of all their phrases you were not familiar with.

You, Harry and Harrison were in the kitchen bickering about the ingredients of the soup you were trying to prepare for lunch.

“You sure this is how we need to prepare this soup? Maybe we should call Sam” you looked at Harry questioningly.

“How hard could it be? Just preheat the oven, pour the whole mixture in a pan then put it in the oven. Bob’s your uncle… your soup is ready” he states proudly

“That’s totally not how it’s done” Harrison disagrees with him.

“But who's Bob?” you ask out of sheer curiosity making both the boys smile at your lack of knowledge of their words.

“Oh it’s nothing just our way of saying voila” Harrison explains it to you.

“Oh I see” you nod in understanding.

“Don’t mind her, she is a few sandwiches short of a picnic” Tom snickers from the back.

“What? How dare you call me dumb Thomas?!” you turn to him visibly offended because in your free time you have been surfing the net and learning new British words and phrases and you know what he meant.

“Oh you know the meaning of that? I’m surprised” Tom raises his eyebrows amused.

“You see, when your boyfriend is a brit you have to start getting accustomed to their vocabulary. But how dare you call me dumb?!” you slap his arm frowning.

“Oww! I’m sorry- I’m sorry I was just taking the piss that’s all”

“Well then it wasn’t funny. I’m just trying to learn, ok?” you cross your arms annoyed.

“Ok darling I’m sorry I won’t make fun of you again, happy now?”

“Yeah kind of” you sized him up skeptically. But little did you know that he would make it a mission to teach you his diction as he started to converse with you in his pure British accent which you thought he had almost forgotten due to the roles he played.

You were in the living room checking your purse if you had taken your debit and credit cards or not while Tom was lounging on the couch scrolling through his phone.

“You are going to the supermarket today, innit?” he questions looking up his phone.

“Yeah why?”

“Don’t bring those ham and tuna sandwiches they’re minging” he scrunches his face in distaste.

“You were the one who wanted them in the first place” you snickered.

“Yeah but they’re really gross, it was a total waste of money” he says disappointed.

“You ready?” Harrison asks coming down the stairs as he was going to drive you to the store.

“Yeah”

“Grab a brolly, it looks like it’s gonna pour” Tom advises squinting his eyes gazing outside the lawn.

“You can just say umbrella, you know?” you roll your eyes.

“But you only said that you want to learn our vocabulary,” he reasons.

“Yes I said and now I regret it. You yourself don’t say that by the way” you retort annoyed.

“Yes I do”

“No you don’t”

“Ok, ok can we have this discussion some other time? We need to leave now” Harrison interrupts.

“It was he who started in the first place. I didn’t say anything” you complained.

“Ok fine now let’s go” he takes out the car keys and heads to the garage when Tom calls you back.

“Hey by the way I will be at mum’s place” he informs “when you get back tinkle me in the blower will ya?” your eyes went wide at what Tom just said to you.

“What the fuck tom?!” you swat his arm with the back of your hand.

“Ow! What was that for?” he rubs his arm with a pained expression.

“You know it very well, why would you say that in front of Haz?” you grit under your teeth.

“What's wrong in asking you to give me a call on my phone after you come back home?” he says in a high pitched voice.

“What?” you gave him a confused look “so by tinkle in the blower you meant to give you a call?” you reassert.

“Yeah what else would I mean?” he scoffs.

“Oh I thought….” you trailed off. Tom actually used that phrase deliberately knowing very well what will come in your mind instantly as a knowing smirk was plastered on his face.

“Oh darling, you really need to take your head out of the gutter” he teased you.

“Shut up! I know you said that just to mess with me” you pestered.

“Well maybe but I love it when you get angry you look extra cute” he pulls your cheek playfully.

“Hmm cute innit?” you narrow your eyes mimicking his accent “how about I don’t tinkle your blower for a month? And by blower I didn’t mean your phone” you smiled and turned to leave.

“What? That’s not fair!” Tom exclaims.

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagines #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fluff

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beyondspaceandstars · 3 years

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Hey!

Feel free to ignore this if this isn’t appealing to you, but honestly I’m simping over Carol Denvers and could really go for some steamy fluff with her x reader.

Maybe just a dinner date gone dirty talk? Do whatever you want with this! :) Have a great day.

Completely Yours

Relationship: Carol Danvers x Reader

Warnings: Steamy, but not smutty

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: amazingly, I actually already had a piece I wrote last year that kind of falls into these suggestions! i tweaked the ending a bit from my original writing to hopefully make it more on the steamy side. and there's an element of jealousy/protective Carol. So, I hope this works okay! I immediately thought of it after reading your request :) Also I absolutely love Carol, one of my favorite MCU characters <3 I have a few pieces already written for her but only published on ao3 (and a previous writing blog)

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You stared at your lipstick collection, completely baffled by the choices. Was the red lip too bold for your lacy black dress? But was the pink lip too simple? Maybe the dress was the problem…

"Stop it," you mumbled to yourself and grabbed the wine red lipstick. You were nearly humored with your brain’s antics. There shouldn’t be anything to overthink given the fact you’ve been on countless dates with Carol. Heck, you don’t even remember being this nervous for your very first date, but, perhaps, the fact this was an anniversary date was maybe getting to you a bit.

You two were two years into the relationship but you still wanted to give it your all especially on such an occasion. You both had been so busy with one thing or another for your first anniversary so there was a lingering duty to make it up — and that’s exactly why the glam had to be perfect, no matter how many times Carol insisted you were gorgeous without it.

A knock came from the bathroom door as you were finishing with the lipstick.

"Babe," Carol called out. "Almost ready?"

You gave your hair a quick glance over and exited the bathroom. You were greeted by your stunning girlfriend all dolled up and looking as lovely as ever.

"All good," you smiled, shamelessly eyeing her.

She gave a knowing smirk, "You look so beautiful."

"Maybe we both clean up well," you teased, shrugging.

Your girlfriend just rolled her eyes at your antics and motioned towards the front door. You grabbed your purse and started heading ahead of Carol. But being the cheeky girlfriend she is, she couldn’t let you get far without giving a teasing tap on your behind. Now it was your turn to shoot her the eye roll which she just laughed away, following you out the door.

***

The restaurant was a busy scene tonight and upon noticing the patrons and their seemingly wandering eyes, Carol was on you in full protective mode. This could’ve been expected no matter where you two had gone and you’ve had to come to terms with that. Carol was quite the protective type and typically you adored it but honestly, it wasn’t necessary in your eyes. There wasn’t a thing — or person — in the world that could whisk you away from your love.

Choosing to ignore her change in demeanor, you pushed through the crowd to the hostess table.

"Thank gosh we made reservations," you said as the hostess left to check on the table.

But your girlfriend didn’t quite hear you. She gave a hum in response while fixated on something at the bar in the corner of the restaurant. You tried figuring out what held her attention but couldn’t pick anything out. Maybe she thought she saw someone she knew? But you dismissed it as you saw the hostess motioning you to follow her to your reserved table.

The two of you settled in and started flipping through the menu. Carol seemed to be occupied by the food selection, which gave you some sense of relief. Fingers crossed whatever had her captivated before had vanished. At one point she even grabbed your hand for a bit, running her thumb on the back of it lovingly as you two browsed.

It wasn’t until the waiter came by for the drink order that you realized she had her guards up the entire time.

"What can I get you two to drink?" The waiter asked.

"Glass of Pinot Grigio for me," you said, turning back to the food items.

When you didn’t hear Carol’s lovely voice responding with her drink order, you glanced up to find her still staring behind you.

"Um, could you give us a second?" You asked the waiter. They just gave a polite smile and headed towards the kitchen.

You sighed, slamming your menu on the table. That got your girlfriend’s attention.

"Carol, what is going on? Is there a galactic threat behind me or something?"

"Honey, no," Carol sighed. "It’s just… This guy at the bar keeps looking at you."

Your jaw dropped. "That’s what this is about? You’re gonna be distracted our entire anniversary dinner because you think some guy is looking at me?"

Carol’s once rigid expression quickly turned soft at your tone. She grabbed your hand across the table, trying to soothe your rising anger. Shaking her head, she said, "No, babe, that’s ridiculous of me."

You put your other hand on hers, nodding. "It is ridiculous. There is nothing worth ruining this night over, okay? You’ve got me, baby, I’m not going anywhere."

"Forever?" She smirked.

"Forever," you mumbled as you leaned across the table to give her a kiss which she happily leaned into.

***

The dinner went very well after Carol calmed down. Drinks helping to ease any worry. You two flirted and giggled as if it was the first all over again and, boy, did it feel magical. Pasta was eaten, wine was sipped… and even kisses were stolen like lovestruck school girls. The man at the bar had been completely forgotten by both of you.

After you two finished your dessert (with a side of Carol’s cheeky comments about dessert after the dessert), you had to run to the restroom. Carol nodded and said she’d wait for you at the front of the restaurant.

With a quick kiss, you departed from the table. In the restroom, you did some make-up retouch up. The night was just heating up in your eyes and you still wanted to look like an absolute dream for your woman — not to mention you were quite antsy from the constant teasing.

After a quick powder and recollecting your items, you reemerged from the restroom. You were fumbling for your phone in your purse, making your way to the restaurant exit, when you slammed into something hard.

A bit dazed, you look up expecting a sudden wall or pole, but instead you were met by some handsome, well-dressed man uncomfortably close. He was smirking down at you, making your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

"Sorry, sir. I wasn’t looking where I was going." You said, giving your fakest, most polite smile.

Apparently, it worked too well because the man’s smirk turned into a smile with his eyes curiously watching you.

"Trust me, sweetheart, it’s all good."

The pet name made your stomach turn, red flags waving. You let out a breathy laugh and tried stepping around him, but he blocked your attempt.

"Sir, I have someone waiting-,"

"Oh, the girl you were with?" He asked. You gulped realizing this wasn’t any man, this was the man Carol had been nervous about. You really didn’t think there was any man staring at you and that it was just Carol's paranoia kicking in. But no, your girlfriend had been rightfully cautious and you were kicking yourself for being doubtful.

"Sir, really-,"

"I think your friend wouldn’t mind waiting," he said, not only cutting you off but blocking you again with his broad body, his hand coming near your side as if trapping you.

"She’s my girlfriend," you snapped back, blood boiling at his game. "So, I’m not interested."

"Oh, a girlfriend! That could make this a lot more interesting-"

"Hey!" A voice boomed from the dining room entrance. All heads turned towards your clearly pissed-off girlfriend, heels hot marching towards you. She was steaming — well, maybe nearly glowing — with anger. "Get away from her."

"Ah, it’s the girlfriend-,"

"You’re damn right it’s the girlfriend," Carol snapped, eyeing him quite intensely. You knew there wasn’t much stopping her from taking him down this second. "And now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to take my girl home."

She didn’t even let him get in another syllable before grabbing your hand and leading you to the exit. Patrons eyes were still focused on the rampage occurring but you were way too focused on your girlfriend. You weren’t sure you had ever personally witnessed this side of her. Sure, you two had arguments before, but this was… A lot. She was scared, angry, frustrated… A bottle waiting to explode.

When you two made it back to the car, you went to console Carol but she never gave you a chance. Within seconds you were pressed against the passenger side door, her lips hot and ferocious against yours. She moved with such anger, such passion, you almost let yourself get lost in it but you knew it wouldn’t solve anything like talking would.

"Honey," you gasped for air, pushing Carol gently off of you. You cupped her face with shaking hands. "Hey, I’m sorry."

"No, it’s just…" She pulled away, arms flailing in defeat. "I knew it! I knew that asshole would… God! Why do you have to be so beautiful?"

You sighed, your gaze drifting to your hands, picking at your nude nail polish. "I really didn’t think there was anyone looking at me."

"You innocent, gorgeous woman," Carol chuckled in disbelief. "I feel like I’m always shooing men away from you."

"It shouldn’t matter," you said, grabbing your girlfriend’s nervous hands. "I’m yours, honey. I am yours."

Carol hummed in appreciation and moved closer to you. "Mine?"

You nodded, watching her go from frazzled to lusting. She closed the gap, nearly towering over you as you leaned against the car. Her sweet, strong face was barely illuminated by the streetlights but you saw the love come back to her eyes.

"Really mine?" She asked again as she effortlessly dipped her head and started kissing up your neck. Her hand began making its way down your side, past your hips, where it began caressing the inside of your thigh.

"Yes, Carol, yes!" You giggled, squirming under her actions.

Her kisses made their way up to your face. She whispered so lovingly in your ear, "Maybe, we should get home, then, and you could show me." She paused. "Because I'm definitely itching to show you just how much you mean to me, baby. You wouldn't believe the ideas running through my head."

Briefly, her fingers lingered over your clothed core. You sighed.

"Maybe we should just find somewhere private around here?" you whispered back, motioning towards the backseat door. "I don’t know if I can wait."

And that was very much true. You could already feel yourself soaking through the material of your panties.

"You little minx," your girlfriend laughed, placing a needy kiss on your lips, her thigh subtly grinding into you. "You’re going to kill me one day."

You moaned, pressing yourself against her, your body burning with need. "Not if you kill me first."

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cupidsintern · 3 years

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shot thru the heart, pt 2

pt 1 here!

Steve shoves Billy's perfect handwriting homework in his binder with his own shitty notes and thinks immediately that it doesn't belong there. Too good. Too Perfect. Too pretty. Like the tails on Billy’s lowercase Gs and Ys- pretty. He thinks of that the whole time he’s copying free responses and trying to change the wording just enough so it sounds different- he just dumbs it down, has to guess at what a couple words mean, Billy writes all intellectual-

But actually Steve sort of feels like he learns something. Sort of feels like he gets it a little better in just the way Billy describes it back to himself. And Billy only did this to be helpful- the extended “I’m really actually sorry” of making sure someone passes at least one of their fucking classes. Steve wonders briefly if Billy would ever like, tutor him or something. Then he shoves that thought right the fuck back where it came from because the pit of what he’s sure is jealousy in his stomach fucking writhes or some shit when he thinks about being around Billy that much. Even just looking at his handwriting…

Steve takes an extra long, extra think-y shower after he finishes his homework.

Steve hands Billy’s work back in the hallway just outside their shared second period. He even waits by the door, a solid two minutes before the bell, leaning against a row of lockers trying not to look at the stupid depression-inducing decor. He’s not-thinking about it so hard that he doesn't notice Billy until he’s right there, close-

“Aw, you waited for me?” Billy says, mock-sweet, taking his work back out of Steve's hands.

Steve recovers from his surprise faster. “You wish.”

“Don’t I ever.” Billy’s already walking into class, sorta mumbles that last part. Steve follows him in.

And they don’t talk for the rest of class- there’s no homework. But Steve can feel like he can sense Billy's presence more again, now. Like before, but somehow worse...

Jealousy is a bitch.

Steve does get the last last homework he turned in back, though. This one also copied from Billy, and-

B-. improving! Is written at the top of the page. Great, Steve’s improving. Just in time for fucking spring semester of his senior year. And the improvement isn't even his it’s-

The bell rings. Billy’s up and out of his desk so fast his backpack clips the edge of the adjacent desk as he slings it ever so casually over his left shoulder. Everytime, he's so fast. Like he can’t be in any one place too long- like a shark.

That's a thing right? Steve thinks. Sharks. They have to keep swimming or they like, die or something.

Steve realizes he’s just been staring at the door Billy walked out of several moments ago and he blinks. Shakes his head a little, he’s spacing out too much.

Then he looks down.

A sheet of note paper lays face up on the floor next to him. W Hargrove in its top right corner- more notes.

Steve grabs the sheet of paper off the floor and shoves it into his backpack, before he even really has time to think about what he’s doing, why he’s doing it- burning hot something in the deepest pit of his stomach it’s jealousy it has to be- before getting up and walking out of class.

So why did Steve take Billy’s notes? Why, to give them back of course.

Billy probably needs it back, this half finished sheet of chemistry bullshit from- jesus from October?

Okay, well if Billy doesn't need it back, maybe Steve can just. Keep it. Keep it and stare at it and hate every single one of those perfectly lined up conversion equations that he remembers not understanding at all. Billy must be in honors classes, too, because some of it Steve doesn't remember. He spends way too much time looking at it when he gets home, sits down at his desk, ignores every fucking thing else in his backpack and pulls just the sheet out.

W Hargrove

10/20/84

The W is so even. It makes Steve’s blood boil. And all the slashes are perfectly parallel- Steve traces his finger under the numbers. He sets his hand on the paper, as if he were holding a phantom pencil, thinks how a past version of Billy traced his hand over this paper just the same way when he took these notes. Steve wasn't sure if he could remember Billy being a lefty or a righty, but he was so smart…

Steve took his hand off the paper suddenly, like it had burned him. Something… didn't sit right.

He folded the paper in half once and slid it back into his binder- more carefully than before- and switching to attempting to finish his homework.

Billy was a lefty. But technically he was a. Am. Ambiv- nope. The thing! Where you can switch hands. It’s- Ambidextrous? Yes. That.

Steve congratulated himself a little for remembering the word, then went back to completely spacing out thinking he could hear the sound of Billy's pencil scratching across his notebook behind Steve in class.

He did not pay attention at all, the whole day, the warm red feeling making his skin tingle and his feet itch like he had to walk somewhere. He got up to use the bathroom twice in the same class period, which the teacher wasn't too happy about, but whatever. Fuck her. She didn't have to sit in front of Billy and look at his perfect notes every time he found himself looking over his shoulder to check the time.

“What’s got you tweaking?” Billy’s voice snaps Steve out of his trance.

“What?” Steve looks over his shoulder again, this time directly at Billy, who's looking directly back at him, which makes him feel like his brain got left out in the sun.

“Tah-week-ing.” Billy says again, slower like he’s letting Steve catch up, stupid Californian drawl.

“Oh just. Uh. Just nervous.”

“Test isn’t for another two weeks, pretty boy.”

The warm feeling is back in full force, Steve thinks it must be because of how calm and collected Billy sounds, like he couldn't care less about the test. “Not all of us can be geniuses, okay?”

Billy laughs a little- it’s pretty, softer. Steve hates it. “Bold words from someone copying my homework.”

Steve frowns a little, he can’t help it, makes to turn back around but Billy catches his shoulder-

“Hey,” Billy starts, hesitates like he’s thinking about something

Warm turns to hot, Steve’s sweating and he’s only in a windbreaker.

“If you need like. Serious help with classwork, you could always borrow my notes.”

Steve blinks. It’s a lot nicer of an offer than just letting someone copy off you. A lot nicer than Billy usually is to him. Less of an apology, more of, like, an invitation.

Is Billy trying to be his friend?

“I,” Steve starts “Might take you up on that-”

The teacher shushes both of them. Steve turns back to sitting, facing the front.

God, is he jealous of Billy being able to be nice?

-> pt 3

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove fanfic #steve x billy #billy x steve #my fic

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wayward-dreamer · 3 years

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Foundation Quaking - Part 6

Part 6: Garage

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Female!Teacher!Reader

Word count: 2,352

Summary: Y/N returns from a night out with friends, seeing Dean working on setting up the garage and fixing the car. Unable to keep their hands off each other, they cross another fantasy off the list.

Warnings: Fluff, Swearing, Smut: Dirty talk, Heavy foreplay, Unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap it), sex on the hood of the Impala. More fluff.

A/N: I can’t believe this little mini-series has almost come to end, just two more parts after this! There’s so much more coming for these two though, and I can’t wait to share it with all you! Thanks for all your kind words and support. As always, happy reading and enjoy! :)

Series beta’d by my twin and forever cheerleader @downanddirtydean. I love you! <3

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Dean lifted up the heavy box kept to one side of the garage, carrying it across the room and over to the workbench that he had set up. Opening it, he took out all the tools that didn’t fit in his toolbox, hanging them up on the hooks he placed on the wall or putting them in small plastic boxes as he sorted through them. It was a Friday night, and usually he would be out at the bar with Benny and Cas, or out with Y/N or spending time at home, but considering he hadn’t set up the garage yet, he wanted to get started. Y/N was out for a girls’ night with Charlie and Meg, so he was by himself at home, with not much to do other than fix things up in the garage.

He also wanted the time to do a check on Baby, making sure everything was working the way it was meant to, as she had been sounding a little worse for wear lately. After he had fixed up his work bench and put away everything properly, he got to work on fixing up his beloved Impala and get her back to sounding the way she should.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been in the garage, tuning Baby up with a socket wrench and Zeppelin lightly playing in the background, but he heard the sound of heels coming down the hallway outside the open door into the house. Lifting his head slightly, he saw Y/N appear at the threshold, dressed in sleek black flared pants that hugged her waist incredibly well, and a loose black strappy top. Her hair was open and wavy, looking as stunning as she always did. She looked him up and down, biting her lip as every time she found him working on the car, it always, always, awoke something deep inside her.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said, carefully moving his head from under the hood of the car. He closed it, leaning against it as he looked at her.

“It’s 1.30am, Dean,” she said, softly as she walked over to him, her black heels clicking against the concrete floor. “I didn’t think you’d be out here.”

He shrugged, turning the wrench in his hand. “Once I started with the garage, I didn’t stop and then went on to check on Baby, lost track of time.”

“Well, I hope you ate,” she sighed, moving into him and wrapping her arms around his neck. She was still slightly shorter than him even with her heels on. “I know how you get.”

“I started after eating, don’t you worry about me, gorgeous,” he told her, pecking her nose softly.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands slowly sliding down to her ass over the pants that accentuated the feature. “Have fun with the girls?”

“Always,” she replied, smiling.

“And uh… how many guys did you have to turn away tonight?” he asked, smirking slightly. “Cause let me tell ya, this outfit… is making me very glad that I’m your one and only.”

“Well, none actually, now that I have this,” she said, smiling as she lifted her hand and showed him the ring he had given her.

His smirk widened, turning into a grin. “Good to know.”

Dean leaned in, kissing her passionately as he brought her body closer to his. A soft moan left her as the kiss deepened, her hands moving up into his hair, running through the short locks at the back of his head. She leaned into him, their lips locked in a heated exchange, both of them aware of where this embrace was heading. He turned them around, pressing Y/N against the Impala, lifting her legs to wrap around his waist.

“So beautiful,” he whispered against her lips, as his hands drifted up her legs to her waist.

He pulled at the fabric belt tied into a bow on her pants, hissing slightly as she moved forward, her covered mound against his crotch. She smiled mischievously, that one he never got tired of seeing, as she began to grind slowly against him.

“Shit, sweetheart,” he murmured, pressing his forehead against hers.

She moved against him, her hands moving down to his waist to pull him closer to her. She bit her lip, feeling him getting hard against her.

“God, you have no idea what you do to me,” he groaned, pulling her closer to his covered dick.

She hummed, biting her lip, cheekily. “I think I do.”

He reached between them, unzipping her pants, both of his hands slipping into the waistband and pulling them down. She lifted up slightly, letting him move them down her smooth legs. He smirked as he saw her black lace panties, moving in to grind against her again, the barrier between them thinner than before. His hands took the edge of her flowy top and pulled it up, her hands moving up to let him discard it to the floor beside her pants. He reached around and unclasped her black strapless bra, tossing it behind him. He leaned in, kissing down her neck, lightly nipping at her skin. He took her right nipple into his mouth, a moan leaving her lips as he circled the stiff nub with his tongue. He palmed her left breast, his fingers tweaking the nipple, as he continued to softly nip at the other.

“Dean, fuck, I-” she gasped, grabbing onto his broad, thick shoulders and pulling him closer.

He released the nipple from his mouth, his lips hovering over hers as he smirked. “What do you want, sweetheart?”

“Fuck me,” she bit out, her eyes shut tight. “Fuck me hard.”

“You’re forgetting to ask nice, gorgeous,” he said, his smirk as cocky as ever.

She groaned, frustratedly as she shook her head. “Please.”

“Say it properly, Y/N,” he ordered, his eyes darkened as he looked at her.

“Please, Dean, please fuck me,” she begged, as her eyes snapped open.

“Say it again,” he teased, his smirk unwavering. “I wanna hear how much you want it.”

“Fuck me hard, Dean, please. Please I need your cock,” she pleaded. “I need to feel you deep inside me, fucking me hard and fast, filling me up.”

He chuckled against her lips, his hand moving between her thighs to her covered sex, feeling how wet she was through the lace of her panties.

Dean reached down and unbuckled his belt, undoing his jeans and pushing them down along with boxers. He wrapped his hand around his hard cock, pumping it slowly as he saw her gaze down. Her hand reached forward to touch him, but he moved it away with his, holding her as he laid her back against the hood of the Impala, a small gasp leaving her as her back hit the cold surface. He bit his lip, seeing her spread out on his car was a fantasy he had had for a while and now it was coming true.

He moved his hand down between her legs, hooking a finger into her panties and pulling them down, straightening her legs up to take them off and toss them aside. He smoothed his hands over her legs, placing her calves on his shoulders, her heels still on her feet. She truly was a sight in that moment, and he was quick to remember once again how fucking lucky he was. Taking hold of his cock, he slapped the tip against her heat, a small gasp leaving her as he did. He slid his shaft through her folds, her arousal wetting him. He moved to her entrance, pushing in slowly, a groan falling from his lips as he felt how tight she was in this position. He slid out slightly before moving back in, bottoming out completely inside her. She moaned as he moved his hips, setting a moderate pace as he thrusted in and out of her.

“Fuck, so tight, baby,” he groaned, his hands holding onto her hips, tightly as he pulled her forward against his.

“Dean,” she whimpered, her hands moving up to her breasts, her fingers pinching and tweaking her nipples. “Fuck me harder, Dean… please.”

He smirked, his thumbs softly running over her hip bones. “That’s what I like to hear.”

His hips slammed forward, a loud moan leaving her as he set a harder rhythm, his cock hitting the sweet spot inside her with precision, as her walls clenched around him. His hips slapped against her thighs, as his balls pressed against the curve of her ass, the smacking of skin as loud as their voices.

“Fuck, you feel so good around my cock, sweetheart,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips tight as he continued to pull her against him. “So wet, tight… like you were made to take me.”

“Yes, oh fuck,” she gasped, lifting her head and gazing down the length of her body. She saw his cock slide in and out of her, the speed of his thrusts driving her wild. “Fuck, Dean… love your cock inside me, fucking me hard.”

She continued to tweak her left nipple, her right hand drifting down to move between her legs. Her walls clenched around his cock, knowing she was close with how fast he was moving within her. Suddenly, a hand came off her hips and grasped hers tight, flicking it away.

“You don’t get to cum yet, sweetheart,” he warned, a wicked glint in his eyes as he looked down at her. “Only I tell you when you can.”

“Dean, please,” she begged, looking up at him. “Please I wanna cum.”

“Uh uh,” he shook his head, a playful glare on his face as he looked at her. “Or I stop right now.”

“No, please,” she whined, shaking her head.

“Be good and you’ll get what you want, Y/N,” he stated, turning his head and planting a kiss on her left calf.

He drove deeper into her, his eyes raking over her body and admiring the light sheen of sweat from their activities. He smirked as their eyes met, a groan leaving his lips as a moan left hers at the feel of her clenching around him.

“You’re so close, aren’t ya, sweetheart?” he asked, a teasing smile on his face.

She whimpered, her back arching off the car. “Yes.”

“Bet you’re wishing you could touch yourself right about now, huh?” He looked at her as his hand moved between their bodies, hovering over the bundle of nerves. “You want me to touch you, baby?”

“Yes, touch me,” she gasped, pushing herself up on her elbows to between their joined bodies.

“Y/N,” he warned, looking down at her as he continued to thrust into her, his movement frenzied.

“Please, touch me, Dean,” she said, looking into his eyes.

He obliged her by pressing his fingers to her clit, circling them over the nub as their hips continued to meet. She moaned loudly, her chest heaving with frantic breaths as she got closer to her release.

“Dean, I-I’m close,” she moaned, her eyes flicking between watching his hand and looking at him.

“You’re gonna cum with me, sweetheart,” he grunted. His eyes shut briefly as he felt his cock throbbing inside of her, before he looked at her again. “Not before then.”

“Fuck,” she cried, desperate to let go. “Please, please tell me you’re close.”

His fingers moved faster over her clit, a string of short gasps leaving her as she felt the coil tightening in her core. His hard cock continued to pound into her, his other hand tight against her hip, no doubt bruising her flesh.

“Fuck, cum with me, Y/N,” he growled, his jaw clenching from the pressure building within him. “Cum with me, sweetheart.”

“Oh god, Dean! Yes! Fuck!” she yelled, as the coil snapped. Her wetness covered his cock, as he sped up slightly, a loud grunt leaving him as his cock pulsed, spurts of his cum bathing her walls.

“Fuck,” he groaned, as he breathed heavily, a content smirk on his face.

Y/N slipped back down, lying flat against the hood once more. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths, a hand over her eyes as she came down. Dean looked at her, turning his head and kissing her calf again, his gaze on her as he breathed deeply. She lifted her hand off her eyes, slowly sitting up and cupping his face in her hands. She kissed him hard, their lips feverishly moving against each other’s.

“You’re incredible,” she told him between kisses.

“I think that’s you, sweetheart,” he countered, pecking her lips.

“I can’t believe we had sex on Baby,” she said, a giggle bubbling up in her chest. She shook her head, pressing it to his shoulder as she laughed.

He joined in, his hand brushing away her hair from her shoulder, as he placed a soft kiss to it. “Kinda been dreaming about it.”

“Did we just cross off another fantasy of yours?” she asked, lifting her head and looking at him with a knowing smile.

“Definitely,” he replied, smirking as he leaned in, kissing her. He pulled away briefly, pulling up his boxers and jeans, securing them over his hips.

She hummed, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him again. “I guess it’s my turn next.”

He wagged his eyebrows, a grin on his face as he pulled her close. “Can’t wait.”

Dean helped Y/N off the car, her legs shaking slightly as she tried to stand. She took off her heels and picked up her clothes, carrying them with her as they made their way back into the house. After a quick shower together, they got ready for bed, Dean stripped down to his boxers as she slipped on a black tank top and cotton shorts in red and black plaid. He couldn’t understand how she managed to make something so simple look sexy, but she did.

Wrapped in each other’s embrace, they kissed goodnight, slipping into a peaceful slumber with pleasant dreams of each other.

-x-

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hannie-dul-set · 3 years

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“i'll take your word for it and no one else's.” [lee jeno]

SUMMARY | maybe snooping through your friend’s phone wasn’t that much of a good idea. or maybe it was. either way, you didn’t regret it. PAIRING | lee jeno x reader GENRE | friends to something, fluff, lots of bickering JHDFJ WARNINGS | swearing, invasion of privacy (LMAO idk) WORD COUNT | 2.1k TAGLIST | @danishmiilk @lucyinthesunshinee @sehunniepot @nct-writers @czennienet @neowritingsnet

a/n: i didn’t think i’d turn another one of my dreams into a fic, but here we are HAHHAHA i tweaked a few bits and pieces to make it work (setting + added some dialogue + changed the ending because i WOKE UP before it could finish hmph) but please enjoy this unscheduled fic!! <3

early summer afternoons were warm.

bright rays of the sun were showering on your skin as you lounged on the park bench, hot enough to make you feel the season but not too hot to singe your skin. it was the perfect weather to waste the day outside, and your younger brother and cousin decided to haul you outside so they can play basketball at the park.

but you didn't know why your friend jeno decided to come along.

"your brother messaged me," he grinned at you, plopping down beside you with a long, refreshed sigh. a towel was slung around his neck and he used it to wipe the sweat on his face. "what? why are you staring at me like that?"

"since when were you close with my brother?"

"am i not allowed to be friends with the little guy?" he joked, but apparently he took the unamused look on your face completely the wrong way. "oh my god, are you afraid that he'll take all my attention away from you?" to further tease, he brought his smug face closer to yours that was dumbfounded in shock, his stupidly irritating smile moving in closer.

sometimes you wondered if this was the same boy who helped you cross the street the first time you met.

but you loved him nonetheless.

"like hell i want your attention," you sneered, lightly shoving him away with a glare. he only laughed at your display of annoyance. "go back to playing with the kids or something, you goof."

the never leaving grin in his face seemed brighter against the sun, and he playfully ruffled your hair before running off to disappear into the court.

"as you wish, m'lady."

you let out a huff of air, rolling your eyes as your cheeks were involuntary tugged upwards, prompting a smile to form on your lips. you brought your hands to your hair, fixing the mess that jeno left with, and your gaze landed on the phone he left beside you. the screen flashed on. someone was calling him.

brows knitted together, you picked up the ringing phone, unable to recognize the caller id. you brought the device to your ear, standing up walking towards the court— you figured that you'd just answer whoever that was now and just pass it on to jeno once he was at reach.

"hello?"

"oh, hello there!" there was a pause from the caller "is lee jeno around, miss? would you mind giving the phone to him?"

the voice was that of a middle aged woman's, but it wasn't someone that you recognized. you assumed it was a relative of his or something because you'd know that this was his mom if it were her. "ah, give me a moment! i'll just look for him."

your feet stopped at the edge of the court, the sound of a ball bouncing into the concrete jarring against your ears. not bothering to look at the scene in front if you, you covered the mic with your hand before deciding to shout.

"jeno! someone's calling you!"

there was no usual prompt answer from your friend.

"he's not here!"

the loud voice of your brother answered instead, causing you to narrow your eyes into the court scene with a tinge of confusion masking your expression. there was indeed no mop of blue hair within the area, and you were only confused even further.

"where did he— aish, nevermind."

scratching your head, you swiveled your heels and decided to just head back to the bench. "hi, sorry. i'm not sure where he is right now. so if it's fine with you, can you call him again later? or maybe i could just tell him to call you back when he returns?"

"oh, then can you just relay this to him? it won't take that long, i promise."

you inwardly sighed, but agreed nevertheless. oh, you were definitely gonna ask him to treat you and the kids dinner later. why the fuck did he just disappear like that? now you were responsible for memorizing whatever this woman was telling you (apparently it was about an architecture summer program he was interested in— the lady was a head from his department and she was just calling to tell him that he was accepted. she says she'll be forwarding more details later through text).

"alright, thank you! i'll be sure to inform him when he gets back."

the call ended, and you groaned. you were about to close the phone, but then all of a sudden a notification appeared with a quiet ding!

[haechan 🌟 liked your retweet.]

ding!

[ohhh shit why do i feel like i know who this is.]

"huh."

you knew that you shouldn't be snooping inside your friend's phone. you knew that you shouldn't be invading his privacy no matter how enticingly juicy the bait was. you knew that it was flat out wrong. but—

"ah, just a peek," you clicked on the notification. "payback for making me deal with his stuff."

a hint of excitement rushed through you. jeno never told you his twitter. actually, you didn't even know he had one. he was always buried with studies, sports, and friends so you didn't expect him to keep up with social media— this fact enough was surprising, but the moment the screen finally loaded the tweet

you were even more surprised than you were a few seconds ago.

[@markly tweeted: "it's kind of funny how sometimes we just meet random people at the most random of moments and you don't expect it but they just end up sticking by your side until now"]

[@leejeno quoted: "yeah. a few years back, i saw this girl while i was walking. it wasn't the usual path that i took to school. i saw her having trouble crossing the street because there was a dog hanging around (she's scared of them) so i decided to help her. she couldn't even look at my face back then out of embarrassment but earlier we were calling until four in the morning. if i took a different path that day or if i didn't help her, i don't know how i'd be like right now because she's become one of the most important people in my life."]

your heart skipped a beat. two beats. three. it was running a mile a minute and you could barely even breathe to catch up.

[@do0 replied: how are you two right now?]

[@leejeno replied: "we're good haha. i'm going with her and her brother to the park later. we're still really good friends.]

[@leejeno replied: but i'm not sure if i want things to stop there."]

"hey, sorry for running off there. i went to get some— whoa. whats up?"

oh my fucking god.

you shot up, eyes wide, and you automatically turned off the phone. broken stutters left your lips, as the leaping of your heart to your throat prevented you from saying even a semblance of a coherent sentence. all you could think of when you met his worried gaze, the way he rushed to your side to check on you, was the last thing you read. your grip on his phone tightened.

but i'm not sure if i want things to stop there

you were gonna fucking lose it.

"hey, are you okay?"

quick, gentle hands landed on your cheeks, fingers brushing against your skin like a match igniting a flame. you nearly got lost and tongue-tied all over again, but you quickly slapped his hands away in a scolding fit. "jesus christ, i'm fine. you just surprised me. are you a ghost or something?" you glared at jeno, but it only lasted one second because you couldn't bear to look at him without your insides going crazy. because of that, your eyes flicked to the plastic bag he dropped onto the bench. he brought you something to eat.

"a-and before you ask—" you defended yourself indignantly when he didn't even accuse you of anything. "i wasn't snooping. the school called. it was about your summer program. you got in."

"oh? they called already?" you nodded. "ah, let's talk while walking— the kids are mad because i only got you food. they're asking me to buy the entire store for them to compensate," he released an airy laugh. you mentally scolded yourself.

keep it cool. you repeated the mantra inside your head as you strided beside jeno, your brother and cousin racing ahead of you. street lights were lighting up and the sky was fading into the night. cool cool cool cool cool. keep it cool.

the walk to the store felt way too gruelling than it normally would. it wasn't even that far. you told jeno everything the lady had told you, including the more detailed texts that she'd be sending later on. you thought that he'd be a lot more excited after hearing— he was interested, after all. but to you, he just seemed dismissive. "should i go?" he mindlessly asked.

"what are you talking about?" your brows furrowed. "yeah, of course. you wanted to, right?"

"but it's gonna last an entire month this summer," he yawed, stretching out his arms and hooking you by the neck, causing you to halt and stumble into him. you held back a squeak, and he looked at you, eyes gleaming with curious anticipation. a car sped by. "you still want me to go?"

those damned words that you read echoed inside your head again. you wondered if it resonated into the fucking nerves of your heart, as well.

"i—i mean," you stammered. "it's only one month. and it would also help you a lot in the future, right? you'd make a lot of connections during the camp. so yeah, i do want you to go."

he blinked at you. a hum sounded from his closed lips. he let go of you and resumed walking. you gaped when he left you behind.

was this karma?

"hey, what the hell?" quickly, you caught up to him, grabbing onto the sleeve of his shirt so that you could hang on to him. "why are you being sulky? i didn't do anything wrong!" technically you did do something wrong, but he didn't have to know that.

"you said you wanted me to go."

"you're a baby," you scrunched your nose is disapproval. "i only said that because you said you wanted to go."

jeno abruptly stopped. maybe you were causing a scene in front of all the passersby, but you really didn't give a fuck anymore when your head was in a looped up mess. all thanks to your extremely difficult friend who apparently doesn't want to just be your friend. you swore that he was driving you insane on purpose.

he pulled out his phone and faced the screen to you. your sweat dropped.

[@leejeno replied: but i'm not sure if i want things to stop there."]

"even after reading this," he started. "you still want me to go?"

"w-well."

he just had to be so fucking sharp. well, you weren't exactly slick either. maybe he saw a glimpse of the screen before you got to turn it off earlier. heat started to rise from your neck into your face, a grinding mixture of embarrassment and desire to be hit by a moving truck afflicting your nerves. why were you the one suffering? shouldn't it be him?

"no."

he hummed, turning off his phone and shoving the device into his pocket. arms crossed, he leaned in to your face, bearing a look of feigned innocence. "but you said i'd make a lot of useful connections."

"you can make those anywhere."

"and it's only a month, right?"

"that's thirty days too long."

"and—"

"oh, come on!" you exclaimed, balling your fists in vexation. another car sped by with an accompanied honk. jeno simply wore a look of faint amusement at your little outburst. "i don't want you to join your stupid summer program. happy now?"

"well, if you say so."

you stared at him. he patted your head, eyes disappearing into a pair of crescents with a smile.

"i'll take your word for it and no one else's."

you were left frozen and dumbfounded in the middle of the sidewalk as jeno brazenly spun his heels to chase after the runaway kids that went before you— literally leaving you behind. letting a curse slip past your breath, you also went after them. he was definitely driving you insane on purpose.

sometimes you wondered if this was the same boy who helped you cross the street the first time you met.

this was one of those times.

"you said you weren't gonna go, you asshole!"

"payback for snooping through my phone!"

but you could still love him nonetheless.

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moonmark98 · 3 years

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Falling for the Hot Security Guy pairing: SecurityGuard!Jinjin x female reader

Note:@lillywhatever wrote this and said if someone re-wrote it to tag her. I did it. Finished at 1:46am and I have school tomorrow :) anyways enjoy? I tried my best- I don't know the tags to do so I just copied hers... Credit goes to her, I just changed it up Abit and yeah, the idea is hers, but I just wrote my own version of it. Genre: SMUUUUUUTTTTTTTT Words: fuck if I know. Warnings: Smut, public sex, etc Tags: strangers having sex, sex in a tight room, falling for a stranger, hot security guy, fluff (?), Smut, au, public sex, +18. Starts below the cut~! Enjoyyyyy!!

"So this is guy says....wait....y/n are you okay? You don't look so well" Yuna said, stopping herself mid conversation. Noticing I had been holding my stomach for awhile and seemed a little pale. "Yeah I'm fine. My stomach just hurts... Continue though. " I gave her a half smile and nodded for her to continue what she was saying. She shook her head and moved to stand in front of me, stopping us from walking anymore and taking hold of my shoulders. "Let's go to the hospital to be sure. When was the last time you got a checkup?" I pouted and stood up straight despite the stabbing pain in my tummy. "But Yunaaaaa I'm finneee~! It'll pass in a few minutes." I whined, grabbing hold of her arm and shaking it like a child while she continued to look at me with a dead serious face. "I'm still taking you to the hospital and that's final." She said, grabbing my hand and dragging me to her car she had parked a while back before our walk in the park. After she shoved me in the car and made sure I buckled, she started off towards the hospital while I rested my forehead on the cool glass of the window, loving the feeling against my summer heated skin. After 20 or so minutes she stops and turns the car off and looks at me. "Alright, we're here. Get out and go get the check up. I'll be right here when you're done. And then we can go get ice cream, deal?" At the mention of ice cream my head unconsciously perks up and I look at her with a childlike gleam in my eyes. "Dealllll!!!" I swear I've never thrown myself out of a car so fast in my life just for a goddamn thing of ice cream but for once, its not on me and God knows I need it in this weather. I grab my phone and wallet from the console in the car before slamming her door shut and running off into the hospital. "Jinjin! You're needed in the west wing." A receptionist says over the speaker as I walk in and almost bump into a man whos attention was caught by the said speaker. I assume whoever this is, it's jinjin judging by the fact he rushed off in whatever direction had the west wing in it. My eyes never leaving his broad shoulders. After he turned a corner I snapped back into reality and headed towards the front desk. "My friend dragged me here since my stomach started hurting. She won't leave until I have proof I got a check up so I'll be having a checkup done." Upon hearing that the receptionist laughed softly and nodded before handing me a clipboard to fill out and nodding towards the seating area. "Just fill this out and we'll put you on the list." I sat at a faraway seat from the bunched up people and began filling my paperwork out. When I was finished I handed the paper, pen and clipboard back to the receptionist before sitting back down where I was at and looking around at the sterile, empty white walls that smelled heavily of cleaning supplies but no surprise considering where I was. after a few minutes of waiting a man in a security guard uniform comes in to check around the room. Eyes scanning around for anything that would need his attention. You felt a sense of deja vu upon seeing him and after glancing at his broad shoulders it hit you. The man from before, whom you almost ran into had it not been for you walking slowly. You took in his form. Scanning him slowly, from his tuft of extremely soft looking white hair to his laced up brown boots. Not realizing that it was oh so obvious that you were checking him out. Youre eyes kept coming back to his wide shoulders. His tight shirt not helping the fact it left little to the imagination. The top three buttons left undone, not bothering to hide a small batch of ink leading somewhere covered by the blasted shirt. His shirt tucked into his baggy pants, pocket showing a hint of a phone poking out and maybe the clip of a pen on the other side by nothing more. Upon finishing his check on the lobby he disappeared across the hall. Somewhere you'd assume is the East wing this time. You pouted slightly since you wouldn't get to see his broad shoulders or his possibly huge tattoo. Curious as to what it was. Inching

to snap those few last buttons to figure out what the shirt was hiding. Eventually it was your turn up next, not getting a chance to see the guy again as you entered the room for the checkup. After everything was done and you got your papers, you went back to the lobby, seeing as it was empty, you took the chance to sit your bag down and fold the papers up nicely and slid them in the front zipper so you won't lose it. Upon raising your head when you were done, you were surprised to see the security guard again. But even more so now than before seeing him a bit more bothered at this point. His hair a bit out of place, and his heavy breathing heard throughout the room. You were trying to think of how to approach him before the realization hit you once more. You didn't remember his name. You racked your brain for the answer before remembering what the receptionist had called him over the intercom. Jinjin. You walked over to him, forgetting your bag on the chair and put your hand on his shoulder and looked at him with a worried expression. "Are you okay?" He hesitated in answered you, taking a moment to swallow before looking away with a slightly flushed face. You're eyes still glued to where he was looking before, remembering how is Adam's Apple bobbed when he swallowed. "Yes just please leave here..." He mumbled, but made sure his voice was audible for you to hear. You contemplated on listening to him or not before shaking your head, "as much as I should listen to you, you don't look so well, so let me help you with whatever is going on If I can. I wanna make sure you're fine." Apparently he wasnt expecting that answer based on the shocked expression shown on his face. He hesitated on answering you, still surprised at your offer to help even though you two were practically strangers. "Whatever it is I'll try my best to help, I promise." You said again, to make sure he heard you while you placed a hand on his shoulder for reassurance. He took a deep inhale and didn't look at you as he spit the words out. A little too quickly for you to understand. "Can you repeat that a little bit more slower?" You asked gently, embarrassed that you didn't understand what he said. "I'm hard and I need someone to help me..." He said with his face turned. You noticed his ears turning a deep shade of red and giggled softly. You thought to yourself for a moment. It had been a while since I got some...it's a win-win situation. I get fucked, he gets helped. What's there to lose? "Would you like me to help you?" You moved your head in front of his face so you could see him clearly, a shocked expression once again, gracing his sharp features. "Wait...really? Even though we don't know each other?" You nod before answering again, "Why not? What's there to lose? We both get what we want out of the situation so why not?" He nodded, knowing he can't exactly argue or think straight with his throbbing dick in his pants. He glances at you before taking hold of your hand in his bigger one, gently pulling you to a nearby storage room, nobody paying any attention to you, all too emersed in whatever they were doing. After closing the door and looking at you, he lets go of your hand. "Are you absolutely sure about this?" You thought to yourself for a few minutes. He took those minutes to himself and took in your features. Taking note of how beautiful you looked before him. Wanting to run his fingers through your soft h/c locks while kissing your slightly wet lips. It didn't take long before his thoughts took a 180. From thinking about kissing you to bending you over one of the old bends and fucking you deep from behind while pulling that h/c hair and making you moan his name as he fucks you hard. "Yes I'm sure." With that he snapped back into reality and looked at your sparkling e/c eyes. He stepped closer to you, backing you up into a wall as he uses his thumb to trace your bottom lip, slowly pulling it down. You open your mouth slightly, wanting a kiss so badly but deciding to tease him a bit. You sucked his thumb into your

mouth and swirled your tongue around it like you would on a cock, bobbing your head slightly while maintaining eye contact. He groaned softly at the sight, feeling his cock twitch in his pants at the thought of you doing the same thing on the problem getting worse in his pants, before he pulled his thumb from your mouth, replacing it with his own mouth. You weren't slow in moving your hands into his hair, proving your earlier thought to be correct. His hair was soft. Extremely soft actually, so soft that you were curious as to his shower routine. It didn't take long for the air around you to grow thick with tension, and the sound of heavy breathing filling the room after he pulled away for both of you to catch your breaths. You eyes his swollen lips, hungry for another kiss and before you could think, you pulled him back down into a deeper kiss, hands tugging him closer to your body while you gently bit his bottom lip causing him to growl against them. He slowly dragged his hands down your body, reaching the hem of your shirt, fingers ghosting over the skin that wasn't covered before gliding up the shirt. Pushing it up a bit as he suddenly grabbed your tits, squeezing and sizing them up in his hands, tweaking your nipples above the fabric of your bra, causing you to moan against his mouth. He took that chance to start kissing down your neck, marking every patch of skin he could get. Moving between sucking, kissing, and biting. Eventually moving back to tug your shirt up over your head and placing it on a shelf before you unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and pulled it off with some struggle as it had been skin tight to him. You placed the shirt with yours before catching sight of the ink covered skin. A crown with a lion in it covered his left peck. You couldnt help but feel more attracted to the man before you with the sight of the tattoo. It didn't help when you looked up and almost moaned at the sight of his messy hair and his kiss swollen lips. It's gotten worse as he continued kissing you before. He took in the sight of you before him, dragging his hand up your sides, drawing invisible patterns on your short clad hips. You decided to due something similar to him. Using your finger you traced the outline of his tattoo before slowly dragging it down to outline the defined curves of his abs. He pecked your lips before lifting you up and sitting you down on a table, getting between your legs. You quickly took your bra off after noticing how he was eyeing the skin. After that clothing restriction left your body, his mouth seemed to cover it once more. Sucking on one of your nipples while using his thumb and forefinger to play with the other one, often switching to give them both the same amount of attention. Relishing in the sounds of whimpers or soft moans leaving your mouth when he'd give a particularly hard suck or soft nibble to them. You grabbed one of his free hands and lead it down your shorts, not hesitating to move his fingers where you want them and grinding against them, moaning slightly louder than before at the newly found friction. He smirked and pulled away from your boobs, gliding his finger across your clit before moving them down to your entrance to gather up your wetness. He used his other hand to open your pesky buttons and you lifted yourself up enough for him to rid you of the clothing. One they were discarded, he watched your core hungrily as he moved his fingers through your slickness. Slowly pushing a finger into you, watching as it sucked him in and groaning at the tightness. You moaned as it entered you, loving the feeling of something long in you. Not long after he added another, causing a higher pitch moan to leave your mouth. He couldn't resist anymore and sunk down to his knees, pulling your panties aside and sliding his tongue up along your entrance, causing you to inhale sharply and your eyes to roll back. "Fuck Jinjin~" you drawed out in a long moan. He stopped what he was doing and looked up at you. "You know my name?" He said surprised. You flushed in

embarrassment. "I heard it over the intercom earlier and saw you rush away and figured that was your name." He chuckled. "Good that you'll know what you'll be moaning. So miss, it's fair if I know your name as well." "I'm y/n!" You laughed before getting cut off by a moan as he licked you again to stop you from talking. "You called my name babygirl, what is it you need~?" He said in a husky tone, eyeing your lips once more. "I-i need you..." You bit your lip before moving your hand to give his bulge a gentle squeeze through his pants, causing him to inhale sharply. "And I think you need me too." He stood up quickly, pulling a square foil packet out of his back pocket before sliding his pants and boxers off and kicking them to the side as you quickly shimmied out of your soaking underwear. He eyed your core for a moment once more before grabbing the foil again and tearing it open with his teeth and rolling it onto his hardened cock. He lifted your thigh to his hip and leaned down to your ear, "get ready Sweetheart~" he said, nibbling on your ear as he slid inside you. You moaned loudly at the stretch, moving your hand over your mouth quickly to stay quiet as you heard a soft groan from him. "Fuck your so tight princess." He panted, groaning as those words caused you to clench down on him hard. "Relax for me baby, or else we won't get much farther than this." You nodded and you both took deep breaths before he slowly started thrusting. You moved your hands to his shoulders and dug your nails into them as you felt him brush against that one spot that caused you to shiver slightly. This, however, didn't go unnoticed by him, as a smirk appeared on his face and he did his best to purposely avoid the spot, getting a soft whine out of you. You whined again and opened your eyes, "p-please stop teasing~" He chuckled before angling his hips so every thrust pressed against that spot, causing you to moan loudly. Slowly he picked up the pace until he was thrusting fast and deep into that spot, causing the table to start rocking from the power of the thrusts. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt your orgasm drawing close. "J-jinjin! I-im so close~!" You moaned, hooking your other leg on his hip to pull him closer. "Not y-yet baby, wait for me" he panted out, grabbing your hips to move with his and pulling you closer so that you were chest to chest with him. You moved your hands to his hair and tug his head back and start sucking on his jaw and that was all it took for him to reach his limit. "Cum with me princess." As if on command you came, shaking from the harsh orgasm and from his thrusts that became harder and sloppy. Upon feeling your walls tighten around his cock, he came with a deep groan of your name, squeezing your hips tightly enough to leave bruises there for a few days. He runs his fingers through your hair after pulling out of you and tying the condom up and throwing it in the trash. Holding you close and kissing the side of your head gently to help calm you down. As he helps you get dressed before he does the same he looks at you. "Do you have a boyfriend?" He asks, inwardly face palming for not asking that before this whole thing. He sighs in relief after you shake your head no. "Then would you possibly like to go out for dinner some time?" You smile and nod, kissing his cheek gently, "of course I would Jinjin." He smiles and pecks your lips. You giggle and poke his chest before he lifts you up gently and places you down on the ground, you stumble a big from the weakness in your legs and hold onto him to stay balanced. "I think I'll need some help..." He laughs at your comment and lifts you up gently. You smile before freezing and your eyes widened. "Yuna is gonna kill me for this." He looks at you confused. "Huh" "I came in with my belly hurting, and now I'm gonna come out with my legs practically disabled and a hot guy carrying me. How do I explain that?" You pout once more and lay your head on his shoulder. He laughs and you feel his body shake with it. "Youre

adorable y/n."

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dabis-girl · 3 years

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Living Arrangements ~ Dabi x reader x Hawks

𝗔/𝗡: Only I would come back from an extended hiatus with a fick that on one asked for. This is my blog and an attempt at chasing serotonin so ima write to my hearts content. And also I spent way to much of my time looking for a font app that was worth a damn for my ✨asetheic✨ so I care at least a little 🤷🏾‍♀️

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲.

*𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 *

“Fuck, what time is it?” You said looking to your boyfriend who was hovering above you, shirtless with his fingers tucked underneath the elastic of your shorts.

“Does it matter?” He replied tugging your shorts down your thighs.

“ Yes, I have a class in at- in two minutes.” You said pushing him off before scrambling to his desk that was littered with trash and weed crumbs, you opened the computer to log in to class. Behind your boyfriend swiftly pulls your shorts down while you are entering the meeting password. “Dabi fucking sto-” you protested slightly before you felt him press into your surprisingly inviting pussy. Dabi let out a low groan as he bottomed out inside of you and the piercing at the tip of his dick nestled against the opening of your cervix, but he didn’t move.

“Dabi.” You whined pushing your hips back against him, completely forgetting your class.

“ Shutdaup, finish longing into your class.” He instructed and as he sat in the desk chair keeping himself sheathed inside of you.

Following his instructions, you entered the class and kept your camera off. But you knew that wouldn’t last long Dabi encouraged you to turn on your camera and you had to frame it perfectly so that he couldn’t be seen. Now that you were sitting his dick was rubbing your insides differently. It was hard to keep a straight face as you kept shifting around, Dabi’s fingers were digging into your hip trying to still you. He gritted his teeth trying to keep his composure as your walls quivered around him. Every so often you would back over your shoulder at him, begging him with your eyes. Eventually, he cut you a bit of slack, snaking his hand between your legs to toy with your clit. You placed your forehead on your hands in an effort to conceal your expressions from the camera

“Focus.” He said tapping his finger to the desk

It was hard to focus on biochemistry with your boyfriend’s massive dick marinating inside of you and the pads of his fingers relentlessly you couldn’t help but wonder if your face was showing through on the screen or if anyone was even paying attention. You were knocked out of thought by your boyfriend shifting underneath you causing a whimper to fall from your lips and immediately you looked to the screen to see a few faces of awe and thankfully the professor said nothing but you knew that would come back to haunt you if she ever watched the class recording. Dabi continued rubbing circles on your clit and he was driving you crazy and it wasn’t long before your cunt was spasming around his cock

“What if I just fucked you right here on this camera in front of all of your precious peers and that uptight professor.” He chuckled as his hands ran up to your breasts to tweak your nipples causing you to start rocking your hips back and forth. “Fuck,” he moaned. “Yeah, that’s what you want right?” He teased still letting you rock yourself on him. You could stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your head and your mouth lolled open. “Jesus fucking christ cut the fucking camera before I embarrass you doll.” His voice was shaky as he dug the tips of his fingers into your hips.

Before you had gotten the chance to turn your camera off Dabi slammed your laptop shut, bucking his hips so that the tip of his dick pressed flush against the opening of your cervix. His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth trying to keep his composure as profanities fell from his mouth. Not a word was spoken as he proceeded to lift you up before slamming back down of his dick eliciting a yelp from you he did this a few more times before instructing you to get up. He positioned you so that you were leaving over with your face pressed against the mattress with a firm grasp on the back of your neck so that he could take you from behind. Lining himself up with your dripping entrance he was at a point where he could no longer keep his composure his hips snapped against yours at an unbearable pace. You had inched yourself up enough to the point to where your hipbones rutted into the box spring, the slight feeling of discomfort meant nothing with the way Dabi was mercilessly pounding you into the mattress.

At this point he had your right leg hiked up on the bed as he pistoned himself inside of you. Reaching around he gave your clit a few harsh slaps before continuing to rub you. You moaned uncontrollably at his actions knowing that any advantage you had was gone, he had a way of tuning your body like an instrument. He was like a guitarist tuning and plucking the strings of his instrument. You were working up a release when you heard the door open and shut, you weren’t worried knowing it could only be Dabi’s roommate Keigo. His presents excite you causing your cunt to flutter around the dick inside of you even more gaining Dabi’s attention.

“Ah- Keigo fuck she’s happy t-to see you.” Dabi’s words came out broken as he proceeded to plow into your sopping core.

“ Keeeiii-gooo,” You said with delight in your voice.

Dabi. Keigo and you had a mutual agreement, Dabi was your boyfriend originally and asked if you would ever be open to a threesome, at first you thought he meant bringing another girl into the bedroom which you weren’t opposed to but you were taken back when he mentioned Keigo. The first time you were all together it was better you could ever imagine, their unrelenting hands all over you. It was just better this way always having someone by your side, having all your perverted little fantasies filled by having dick available to you at all times. Simply put you were more than fulfilled.

“ I thought I heard you guys in here.” Keigo smiled. “I have some time to kill before this exam,” He began pulling his phone out of his pocket to check the time. “Mind if I join?” He said while climbing up into the bed, the question was directed more at Dabi than you. Keigo proceeds to pull his shirt over his head exposing his perfectly chiseled chest, meanwhile, Dabi had withdrawn himself from you completely for the impending position change. “She came yet?” Keigo asked as he situated himself at the head of the bed leaning against the wall with his legs spread. “C’mere little bird.” Dabi’s grip on your neck released as he allowed you to crawl up the bed to greet Keigo. You gave him a kiss before cuddling up to him.

“She came once already, I wonder how many she’ll give us today,” Dabi said as a devilish smirk crept across his face while he pumped his dick. Keigo positioned you so that you were leaning with your back against his chest and were sprawled open Keigo made quick work of pulling your shirt over your head to gain access to your budding nipples. With one hand he was tweaking your nipples while the other trailed down between your legs to manipulate your throbbing clit.

“Oh, my little birdy is soaking.” He said pulling back his hand to give your aching cunt a few taps. He sunk two fingers into your pussy before spreading them and pulling them out, your hips involuntarily chased his fingers while you whimpered at the emptiness, and the boys couldn’t help but notice.

“Aww, Keigo don’t tease her,” Dabi smirked crawling up onto the bed and positioning himself so that his hips lined up with yours. He then began to tap the head of his dick agist your clit and dipping himself between your folds gathering your slick. Your whimpers snowballed into full-blown moans and you knew what he was doing, he wanted you to beg.

“D-Dabi.” You whimpered writhing in Keigo’s arms. “ fuuck.” you proceeded to moan as needed to be filled. “Please Da-ah.” You couldn’t even get it out all the way before Dabi shoved his dick back inside of you.

Dabi’s pace was relentlessly paired with the stimulation coming from Keigo you knew that you would last much longer. Your light whimpers morphed into moans that Keigo swallowed as he pressed his lips to yours. Of course, Dabi couldn’t have that your little mons were like music to his ears so he thrust himself inside of you so hard that you yelped and he could feel your pussy tighten around him causing a gutteral moan to fall from his lips.

“Oh my God I can feel you slutty little pussy sucking me in.” Dabi breathed. Keigo took that as a sign to apply some more pressure to your sensitive bud and you clamped down harder on dabi’s dick. His thrust were getting sloppier as he reached his edge.

“Are you gonna cum little slut?” Keigo teased peering down at you with half-lidded eyes, blonde tufts falling into is face. “Come on princess are you gonna come for me? You look so good when cum.” His words paired with the way dabi was snapping his hips were enough to send you over the edge.

“Oh fuck she squirted.” Dabi gasped before went over the edge himself filling you up in the process. Your cunny was still squeezing him as he tried to pull out.

“I loved to help you get cleaned up little bird but I have to book it to the testing center.” He leaned down and planted a kiss on your forehead. “But I’ll be back for you little one.” He shifted off the bed and you could plainly see the tent pitched in his pants. “Make sure she’s alive when I get back yeah?”

#my hero academia #boku no hero smut #dabi x reader #boko no hero academia #mha dabi #mha hawks #dabismut #dabi x hawks #dabi x reader x hawks #hawks imagine #myheroacadamia #hawks smut

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petri808 · 3 years

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#15 for itafushi pleaseeee

“Hi, I’ve been subtle at hinting that I want your attention all day and you haven’t noticed once and now I’m pissed.” —Okay this one I needed to tweak slightly to fit lol.

Megumi plopped down on Yuuji’s bed and shook it to wake the sleeping man. “Hey, wanna join me for a morning work out?”

Yuuji peeked with one eye, “I’m still tired, think I’ll sleep in today.”

“Oh—” Megumi got up, “alright, catch you later.”

“Mmm,” the man simply replied as he fell back to sleep.

It’d been driving Megumi crazy these past few weeks. Ever since things had calmed down and slowly returned to normal, the pair rarely did anything together anymore. Problems with curses had died down considerably with both Sukuna and Kamo nullified, so calls for their assistance and missions were fewer and farther between. Frankly, Megumi wasn’t used to a world like this one anymore, and all the free time it gave them left him— bored… or something else.

When he returned from exercising and taking a shower, Megumi walked through the common area towel drying his hair to find Yuuji sitting on a couch scrolling on his phone.

“You’re up finally. Wanna get lunch?” He asked his friend.

Yuuji looked up from his phone. “Hey Megumi. Sorry, I already ate.” He smiled. “How was the workout?”

“Oh, okay. It was fine, just trying to hone a technique.”

“That’s good.”

Megumi casually wrapped the towel around his neck. “By the way, I got the latest Shonen Weekly, if wanna read it.”

“Maybe later. I’m catching up on some news about the reconstruction.”

Megumi could feel his eye twitch. “Well, it’s on my desk if you’re interested.” He turned to leave, then stopped. “What’s your dinner plans?”

“Mmm, haven’t decided yet.”

“If you’d like, we can go grab some together.”

“Cool,” Yuuji smiled. “I’ll check back with you this afternoon then.”

“Yeah, sure…”

Argh! Megumi chucked the wet towel at his bed in annoyance. Is Yuuji just being lazy?! Also, since when does he care about the news?! In the entire time he’d known the guy, he couldn’t remember the man caring about such normal things. Food and fun, Yuuji’s the carefree type, and something like watching the news was not his thing! It was frustrating! “Baka!” Why is he getting so upset over something so small? ‘Calm down idiot! You’re reading too much into nothing!’

Megumi decided a nap might help to calm his nerves. So, he laid down in bed and crashed for a bit, but when he woke up, he didn’t feel any better. He let out an exasperated exhale and dragged himself out of bed. It really felt like Yuuji was avoiding him, did the man suspect something? Megumi was usually good at hiding his true emotions, but this was new territory and maybe he was failing at it miserably. So— yes, he had a crush on Yuuji, but he wasn’t ready to come right out and say anything. He just wanted to hang out, was that a crime, because he’d come to enjoy having the man around. Yuuji was such a breath of fresh air in his otherwise closeted world— it was a nice, albeit scary feeling.

He left his room to search for Yuuji, but at first couldn’t find the guy. The man wasn’t in his room, the common areas, the training yard, and Gojo hadn’t seen him in an hour. After giving up, Megumi returned to his room where he was an hour later when he heard his friends laugh coming down the hallway. He dropped what he was doing and went out to intercept, only to find Yuuji walking with Nobara. No matter. Megumi acknowledged her, then asked Yuuji again about dinner.

“We just got back from eating,” Yuuji gestured towards Nobara. “You were napping, so we didn’t want to wake you.”

Seriously?! Megumi clenched his jaw to stop himself from snapping. Oh, he wanted to, but not with Nobara there. “I’ll just grab something myself then.” He simply stated and walked away leaving the pair behind. It wasn’t exactly out of the norm for him to be curt with them, so he assumed they’d be oblivious to his true reaction.

In reality, he wanted to scream. Obliviousness should be Yuuji’s middle name! Okay, fine, the guy had a valid reason not to wake him up. He had been working out and was possibly tired. But had Yuuji actually tried to check on him? Megumi wanted to doubt it. What reason did the man have to do so? All such thoughts were rambling through his head as he made his way out of the front door, that he didn’t hear someone running after him.

“Megumi, wait!”

It wasn’t until he’d reached the entrance of the school, that Megumi finally heard and stopped when he heard his name being called. He turned around around and found Yuuji sprinting towards him.

“What?!” He questioned the man. “I said I’ll get my own dinner.”

“I know,” Yuuji rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “but that movie you were waiting for came out today. Wanna go?”

“Oh, now you wanna talk to me?!” Megumi finally snapped.

“Wow! Why are you so mad?!” Yuuji questioned. “Is it about dinner? I’m sorry, next time I’ll wake you up if you felt left out.”

“Of course, I’m mad! I’ve been subtly hinting that I wanted your attention all day and you haven’t noticed once, so now I’m pissed.”

“I didn’t mean to—”

“Whatever,” Megumi waved a hand angrily and turned to leave. He just needed to get out of there and calm himself before he continued snapping at his crush.

“Wait!” Yuuji grabbed Megumi’s shoulder. “I said I’m sorry! Why are you acting like this?!”

Megumi whipped around furious. “Why have you been avoiding me?!” He retorted.

“I’m not avoiding you…”

“Yes, you are. You’ve been avoiding me for weeks now, always making excuses when I ask you out.” Megumi froze at his own words. Shit! Did he just say that out loud?! Based on the blush that bloomed on Yuuji’s face, yes he had. Someone take him out of his misery please! “Forget it.” Megumi sighed and tried to leave again, but Yuuji grabbed his wrist this time to stop him.

“Don’t leave,” Yuuji’s voice was low and trembling. “I wasn’t exactly avoiding you, at least not for the reasons you probably think.”

Megumi’s eyebrow raised. “Yeah? And what’s that?”

“Because being around you makes me nervous,” Yuuji admitted, the blush deepening on his face. “I feel a little weird being alone with you, and I don’t know how to handle it.”

It was like being punched in the face. Megumi’s eyes went wide and mouth hung open in shock, too dumbfounded to respond.

“See,” Yuuji continued after seeing his friends response. “This is why I just chose to stay away, because it’s weird, right?”

Megumi cleared his drying throat. “You keep saying weird, but do you mean what I think you’re trying to say?” He questioned with hopefulness in his tone.

“Maybe? I don’t know if you know what I’m thinking.”

Megumi snorted. Oblivious. “Why do you think I kept trying to get your attention?”

Yuuji shrugged and resumed scratching his head nervously. “I don’t know. Bored?”

“Why’d I pick you,” Megumi mumbled to himself. “No, that’s not why.”

“Then what, because I don’t want you to be mad at me.”

“Because I like you, idiot!”

You could count the seconds ticking by as the revelation finally clicked in Yuuji’s brain. His eyes went wide along with the surprised smile on his face. “Really!” He breathed out an exhale. “Wow! I’ve been nervous for nothing!”

Megumi ran a hand down his face. “That makes two of us.” They were both idiots. “Look, I’m hungry… but if you wanna watch the movie after, you can come with me.”

“Hell yeah!” Yuuji pumped a fist in the air. “Our first date! This’ll be fun!”

Could someone explain to Megumi why his heart chose this guy again?!

#itafushi #itafushi drabble #itafushi fan fic #fushiguro megumi #itadori yuuji #fushidori #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #itafushi fanfic #asks and answers

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prettyyyboyluke · 3 years

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Kick Back

continuation of this ! hope you enjoy :)

the night took a turn. instead of calum having y/n between his legs on the counter, they finally moved to her room. y/n triple checked that her brother was asleep and with him being as intoxicated as he was, there was no way he was waking up any time soon. she closed and locked her door, just incase tyler were to wake up. y/n’s stomach was doing flips with thoughts about calum.

once she was finally settled with everything, she walked towards calum and he took her wrists while he was sitting on the bed, then setting her on top of his lap. he tucked a piece of hair behind her ears so he could look into her eyes with the amount of light that was coming from her lamp.

“you sure you’re okay with this?” calum asked, wanting to know that y/n is 100% comfortable. she nods before a meek “yes” left her mouth. he smiled and brought her lips down to his again, being able to hold her closer than he was able to before. their tongues slipped into each others mouth, gently wrestling with the other. calum pulled away and began to pepper kisses on her neck, sucking small marks onto her neck.

y/n pulled at the hair of calum’s neck to bring him away, “not too dark. my brother will know it was you.” she said.

“smart girl.” he smirked and went to continue kissing her neck.

calum’s hands migrated up her sweatshirt, his cold hands causing a shiver to run through y/n’s spine. he tweaked with each of her nipples, making them pebble to their fullest potential. y/n took it upon herself to move his right hand down to the inside of her shorts, feeling the moisture in her panties grow. calum lightly traced the outline of her panties before dipping his fingers inside and tracing her bare skin.

once his fingers were finally rubbing her clit in generous circles, y/n heard herself panting. she began to rock her hips against calum’s fingers, wanting more pressure. “fuck, calum, i want more,” she breathed, throwing her head back. calum complied and gave her two of his fingers inside her walls. she immediately gasped once they were knuckle deep. calum wishes he took her shorts off before she sat in his lap so he could see how wet she was.

y/n’s hips rocked and rocked against calum’s fingers so she could get to her high quicker. “please, calum, i’m so close.” she whined, moving faster.

“yeah? you wanna cum for me?” he egged her on, moving his fingers faster. she nodded her head and let calum bring her to the brink of pleasure. her bottom lip was between her teeth, biting down on it hard that there would be some type of bruise on it. her hands were gripping hard onto calum’s shoulders, stabilizing her on his lap so she wouldn’t fall due to the tingling sensation she was feeling.

once y/n felt her toes curl and her eyes squeeze shut, she let out the longest moan her breath would allow her. “please, don’t stop, don’t stop!” her grip on calum’s shoulders got harder. digging her nails into his shirt, definitely giving him some type of scratch on his skin. calum rode out her orgasm for her as long as she could take it, and after, she was a panting mess. sweat was built up on her forehead, abdomen, and her thighs.

calum brought his fingers up to his mouth before he sucked her taste off of him. he just barely noticed y/n getting off of his lap and onto her knees. the sweatshirt that was sticking to her was taken off and thrown across the room, her shorts coming next, so she was just kneeling in front of him in just her panties. she began taking his belt off, giving him the clear hint that she wanted to pleasure him now. calum helped her out and removed his jeans as quickly as he could.

y/n wrapped her small hand around his length, giving him a few pumps before taking his tip into her mouth. calum threw his head back in pleasure when she began to suck. y/n took as much of him down her throat as she could before she began to gag. spit dribbled out the sides of her mouth and down to her chin. calum was in awe at how innocent, but dirty, she looked on her knees. her eyes were wide, hair messy, and her mouth full of his cock.

she continued to swirl her tongue around his whole length, looking up at calum while she did so. “fuck, you’re doing so well, pretty girl.” he moaned, watching as his cock disappeared into her mouth. y/n felt him twitch in her mouth, and he instincts told her to keep going, but calum quickly pulled her off of him. “as much as i love having your mouth wrapped around my cock, i’d rather have it somewhere else right now.” he breathed.

y/n smiled and got off of her knees, going right back into his lap. calum grabbed the underside of her thighs and flipped them over so her back was on the bed and he was hovering over her. y/n gladly took her panties off and spread her legs open for calum and he wanted to drool at how pretty she looked. she was biting down on her pointer finger, excited that she finally got to have calum how she imagined so many times. calum brought the tip of his cock right to her entrance, ready to slip into the wet paradise like he had imagined.

as soon as he slid himself in, they both moaned. calum found his rhythm fairly quick, his hips snapping up towards y/n, causing her to move up and down on the bed as he thrusted. calum grabbed onto the head board to stabilize himself so he could continue this pace. when y/n looked up at him, seeing his arms above her and how his face was matching hers in pleasure, she couldn’t help but moan again.

“tell me how it feels, y/n. i want to hear you.” calum rasped.

y/n tried to form a sentence, but anything that tried coming out of her mouth was cut off when she felt calum speed up. she’s in a constant state of euphoria, not being able to think about anything other than the big, thick, long cock poisoning in and out of her wet, pink walls. “oh, fuck, calum.” she could feel another orgasm approach.

“so fucking wet.” calum speeds up, making y/n move up and down faster on the bed. “hear that? hear how wet your pussy is?” the squelching noise of her soaking flesh is very prominent, making her face flush and gasp into the air. “are you always this wet when you think about me? i bet you do when you touch yourself, right? can’t help but think about how i’d fuck your tight, little cunt when you’re alone in your room?”

y/n nods shamelessly, trying her best to keep her legs back. calum’s moving so fast that her breath hitches and she just lets her legs go where they please. his cock is coated in her arousal, moaning into her neck about how wet she is. calum knows he’s close, but he’s holding off as much as he can so y/n cums before him. and he’s hard, so hard that it hurts, and he thinks if he speeds up anymore, he’ll be cumming in the next few minutes.

“calum, i’m… oh, please, i’m so close.” he changes his grip onto her hips so that he can move her to his own accord. her legs are wrapped tightly around his waist because she knows if she tries to close them that he’ll just slap them open again.

“you’re close, baby?” he pounds on, rolling his eyes into the back of head when he feels her muscles clench around him. “gonna cum for me? gonna be a good girl and show me how good it feels?”

“yes!” she screams into her bicep, her puffy lips brushing the damp skin, and not even bothering to be quiet anymore as she feels her orgasm like a lightning bolt travel through her. “oh fuck, oh fuck!” calum moves his hands again so he can intertwine their hands together. he’s still maintaining to fuck her and work her through her orgasm. and it’s a strong one; one of the strongest she’s ever felt, and she can’t help but raise her hips slightly. her mouth is dry, her thighs are sore, and she knows her voice will be cracking tomorrow too.

and now it’s calum’s turn. he lowers his mouth to her’s, whispering how good she feels around him, squeezing him so well. that does it for him, quickly having to pull out, shooting onto her stomach and chest and there’s so much he can feel the sticky white substance coat his cock.

calum’s a heavy heap on top of y/n’s body. they both look into each others eyes while their breathing comes down. y/n still letting out small whimpers and moving her hips to chase the smallest bit of her orgasm that’s fading away. she leans up and gives calum a gentle kiss on his lips. once calum finally calms down, he goes to grab a wet was cloth to clean up his mess he left on y/n.

y/n laid back, her eyes closed as she felt the warm cloth clean her body. once they were both cleaned up, to an extent of course, calum grabbed her ankles and moved her to the end of the bed. he knows he just fucked her, but he desperately wants a taste of her. calum and y/n knew she was sensitive, she was so pink and even the slight breeze in the air was making her thighs tremble.

“you just have to relax for me, pretty girl.” calum whispered, peppering kisses all over her thighs. she nods and lays back down. calum takes his time with y/n, wanting this third orgasm to be more intense than the last two. so, he wastes no time in spreading his tongue all over her cunt. y/n wasn’t quite ready for the sensation, but she gladly embraced it.

calum just licked away at her clit, moving down to her still dripping hole a few times just to bring his tongue back up to her clit and sucking more harshly than the previous time. y/n was twisting the sheets so much, she was sure that they would either have ripped or will just be extremely wrinkled. calum would give her encouraging words so he could hear her moans and whines more and more.

“calum, please, i want it so bad!” she whined, finally looking down at him. calum nuzzled his face further into her cunt, making sure to get her where she wanted to be desperately. “yes! yes! just like that, oh fuck!” she moaned loudly. one of her hands were gripping at her breast, kneading it to give herself a little extra pleasure.

“so pretty,” calum mumbled against her flesh. y/n saw stars, her body feeling like jell-o as this orgasm was a lot stronger than the last. “atta girl,” calum drug out. y/n was trying to run away from calum’s mouth, but he wouldn’t let her until she let out every last moan and whimper she had left in her. and once all he heard was breathing, he took his mouth off of her.

her legs were uncontrollably shaking, her body drenched in sweat. calum went to hover over her again, giving her a very deep and passionate kiss. he laid beside her, tracing her arm with shapes until she finally caught her breath. y/n turned towards to calum, her eyes threatening to close, but she kept them open as best she could.

they carried out a small conversation until y/n fell asleep in his arms with a smile on her lips.

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beyondspaceandstars · 3 years

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While You Sleep

Chapter 9

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: N/A, just fluff this time! Summary: Soulmate!AU - Throughout life, you’re given glimpses of your soulmate through dreams. As you sleep, memories flash in your mind showing you the life your soulmate has lived. Everyone around you raves about how their soulmate reads great books or volunteers in their spare time. But you can’t relate as your dreams end up being more like nightmares. Through initial images of death and violence, you come to learn your soulmate is the Winter Soldier.

(a/n: yes i really used some cliche scenes expected from a bucky fic but come on you have to, right?)

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If you thought you were scared before your first encounter with Bucky, your feelings as you got ready for this date were unbelievable.

The pressure really felt on this time.

In the anxiety of nervousness and self-doubt, you had bought a whole new outfit for this date. You stood in the mirror, checking yourself over as you adorned a lovely knee-length, flowy dress. It had little flowers decorated all over it. The fabric was soft and comfortable, easing worries just a bit more - if you felt good, all would go good, right? The entire thing was complimented by a new pair of flats. You even spent more time on your make-up, making sure everything was just right and accentuating all your features pleasantly.

The more you did, the better you felt, until you realized there was no more to do. Once your hair was laid gently over your shoulder in a cascading braid, you had to face the fact that it was almost game time. Glancing over, your clock told you Bucky would be here any minute.

Still, back at the mirror, you couldn’t help yourself from fidgeting. You tweaked your braid, fixed the invisible wrinkles on your dress, even reconsidered your lipstick color choice… But then it happened. Your phone’s ringtone sang throughout your room, giving you a jumpscare. You had to take a deep breath before crossing the space and answering the call. Bucky’s name flashed on the screen.

“Hi, Bucky,” you said.

“Hi, doll,” Bucky responded, a little sing-songy tone in his voice. His cheeriness was practically contagious through the phone. Your heart fluttered. “I’m outside whenever you’re ready.”

“O-Okay,” you sputtered out, letting out a cough to cover it but it didn’t work well as Bucky let out a light chuckle at your nerves. You chose to ignore it and continued, “I’ll be down in a second.”

“Alright,” he said. “See you soon.” The line disconnected. You sighed, gripping your phone probably too tightly. Closing your eyes, you inhaled then exhaled, centering yourself, letting your pounding heart come down.

One last look in the mirror and you realized that it was game time. There were no more preparations you could make. Your soulmate was waiting downstairs and off you went to get swept away.

Bucky wasn’t the only thing that greeted you when you exited the apartment building. He was standing by a taxi, one arm leaning against it like it was the world's most romantic chariot. A smile broke out on your lips as you approached him.

“Good evening.”

Bucky gave a nod, “Good evening.”

He kept staring at you, taking you in fully and shamelessly. You blushed under his focused eyes and quickly looked away. Motioning towards the taxi, you said, “Is this our ride for the night?”

Now he was smiling as well. “Just to get us there.”

You hummed, interested. “Where is ‘there?’”

“Gotta get in the taxi and find out, sweetheart,” Bucky said with a proud smirk as he opened the door. He extended his arm out dramatically, motioning for you to slide in. You mumbled a shy thank you, still feeling your blushing was out of control and got comfy in the cab.

Once Bucky was also settled in, he leaned in very close to the driver and whispered the destination. You pretended not to notice but had to admit, he sure was sticking to the whole surprise thing. It made you feel quite giddy inside knowing he was going through all this just to surprise you. To give you a (hopefully) nice date.

Once the taxi driver understood the address, Bucky leaned back and the drive began. You stared out the window, watching your neighborhood pass by, as you tried to ignore Bucky still staring at you. It was like he was really focused on you like he was searching for something. It made you feel all kinds of warmth under your dress.

“You look beautiful,” Bucky finally said, breaking the backseat silence. Your heart that was once pounding suddenly was going a million miles an hour. Uncontrollably, you whipped your head to look at Bucky. You met his eyes which were looking at you with such wonder and longing. Oh yeah, it was getting warm in this taxi, you thought.

“Thank you,” you said, shyly. You still didn’t understand where this nervous, antsy of you was coming from. You had been around him plenty of times, even had a bit of a fight that night in your fucking apartment, but now this was what you were scared of? A date? You had to shake your head to literally shake off the nerves, something that was becoming a habit of you now.

Eventually, you forced yourself to add on to the conversation, “You look great, as well.” And that certainly was the truth. Bucky had cleaned up nicely. His hair was slicked back casually. He wore a soft sweater and black slacks. The outfit was paired with dress shoes. The entire look just felt… Classic but in the best way. In a way that was Bucky at heart.

You two fell into silence again but it was more comfortable, like Bucky’s words had hidden messages telling you to calm down. This was just another date, as couples do, and you two had been through crazy stuff - cough, cough… the fucking apartment showdown. Well, maybe that was a bit dramatic, you thought, but it sure felt hostile in the moment.

Moments later, the taxi stopped outside some… dance hall? You peered up at the sign, quizzically. You had no idea these places even existed anymore. This was already turning out to be the most unique you had ever been on but it wasn’t like you had been on many.

You were about to get out when Bucky stopped you. Confused, you watched him run around the front of the taxi and stop at your door. He opened it for you, as any gentleman would. He offered you his hand and helped you out. After paying for the cab, he came back to join you, offering his arm for you to take.

“Dancing?” You asked as you two walked towards the entrance. “You’re taking me dancing?”

There was a faint blush creeping up on Bucky’s neck. “I am,” he said. “Back in the day, when I wanted to woo a girl I took her dancing. I hope that’s okay with you.”

You giggled, “Yeah, it’s...” Your words abruptly stopped as you were suddenly hit with the realization: you didn’t fucking know how to dance. Even in your own time period, you couldn’t be thrown out anywhere expecting to bust some moves. Your feet stopped moving before you could enter the hall.

Bucky turned to you, concerned. “Everything okay, sweetheart?”

You wouldn’t look at him and instead looked past him, through the clear doors of the dance hall, watching the couples spin and twirl about. “I don’t know how to dance.”

Bucky waved a hand in dismissal and continued walking. “There’s no need to worry, doll,” he said as he opened the door for you. “You can follow my lead and you’ll be just fine, okay? I’ve got you.”

Your heart skipped a beat as Bucky placed a hand on your lower back, leading you around the hall. The music was loud, more on the big band side, though. You saw up-close now as the couples flung each other around, laughing in awe at one another. There was a bar off at one end where patrons moved around it with beverages. The place was fairly crowded as well, something you didn’t really peg Bucky for being enthusiastic about, but his face lit the second you two walked in. There was something like a sense of familiarity in his eyes.

You didn’t comment on it, though, and instead took his arm again, letting him guide you to the bar first. You were silently thankful, hoping a nice drink would loosen you up - at least, enough to actually get you on the dance floor.

Bucky ordered for you two which you actually appreciated. Part of you enjoyed seeing him take charge like this. Plan the date, open your door, order a drink you might like… The care of it all made your heart sing.

Retrieving the drinks, he handed you one. You thanked him as you took the drink and looked it over. The drink was something dark poured over ice. An orange peel and cherry bobbed in the liquid, next to the ice. You sipped it, letting the taste of whiskey and orange essence hit your tastebuds.

“It’s lovely,” you said and took another sip. For as nice as it was, you weren’t exactly well versed in cocktails. “What is it?”

“An old fashioned,” Bucky answered as he took his own sip of the drink, letting himself lean in closer to you as you two stood at the bar. He still watched you with a curious intensity that made your skin all kinds of heated. “I-I’m glad you like it.”

A silence fell over you two once more as you sipped your drink and let your gaze wander back to the dancing pairs. They moved so majestically and vibrantly across the hardwood floor. Engrossed with one another, trusting as they spun about. You had to admit, it did look quite fun.

“Up for a bit of a dance after this, doll?” Bucky drawled, a hint at what sounded like a little Brooklyn accent peaked out, making you grin. He must’ve been absolutely transported back in time and you were so thankful you could be there with him.

You took a drink, probably more than you should’ve in one gulp, and said, “Maybe if this drink kicks in soon I’ll let you show me a few moves.” You smiled to yourself. “That is, assuming you still have moves.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows at you as he stared at you above his glass. “Excuse me?”

You giggled, “Well, you’ve got a few years in you. Just want to make sure you can show a gal a good time.”

Bucky scoffed and then, without any other warning, he grabbed your drink from your hands. Slamming both the glasses on the bar counter, he gripped your hand in his and dragged you out to the floor. You shuffled to keep up, giggling loudly at the fire you had sparked within him. It was amazing what a little banter could do to him. Once he picked an area, the band began playing a new song and Bucky fell into the rhythm quickly.

You stared, a bit stunned watching him move. But Bucky wouldn’t let you just stand there for long. Getting into the beat, he grabbed both your hands and began instructing you on the steps. Thankfully, it wasn’t as serious as you thought it would be. This was just a dance hall, after all. Everyone was too caught up in their own lovers to pay attention to others. You watched his feet intensely, as you kicked and stomped, feeling a bit clunky but Bucky, you glanced at him every now and then, was watching you with a hint of pride in his eyes.

Suddenly, he decided to get daring and spun you out, quickly pulling you back into his arms. You let out a laugh, enjoying the spontaneous move of it all and reveling in the feeling of his arms around you. Following that, you fell back into the rhythm. As you got more confident, you could actually look at Bucky better and saw he looked just as pleased and excited as you were. You felt you two had melted into the crowd well despite you feeling like a sore thumb.

The twirling was probably your favorite and you were very pleased with your dress choice. As he moved you, it would flare just slightly around your thighs, making you feel like fabric just drifting in the wind. Bucky seemed to like it as well as his hands felt like they made a point to never leave your body, always prying and begging for you close.

Eventually, after a couple of upbeat songs, the music turned down, now on the more slow side. Bucky, however, seemed very prepared for this as he pulled you into his body without a second thought. His hand landed on your lower waist, your front pressed to him securely. His metal hand was entangled with yours, lifted away from your bodies, as you two moved in a small circle.

You and Bucky finally really locked eyes for what felt like really the first time in the entire dancing sequence. His eyes looked at you so softly, so in total awe. Maybe there was even a hint of admiration just lurking, you noted. You felt yourself blushing intensely, but then again, when weren’t you like that around Bucky?

Bucky eventually spoke. “You were a natural, sweetheart.”

You shrugged, a small smile on your lips. “I think I just had a really awesome teacher.”

“Oh, yeah?” He grinned. “He must’ve been great. Taught you some nice moves.”

“Mhm,” you nodded, “he’s the absolute best. Really good-looking as well. That’s a nice bonus.”

“You’re making me blush, doll.”

“Good. That’s how I get all the time around you. It’s time you had a taste of your own medicine.”

Bucky threw his head back, letting out a loud laugh. “Really, honey?” His eyes met yours again. You jumped at the new pet name. It felt so much more...domestic. “I make you blush? Make you feel a bit warm?” His tone got lower as it was just above a whisper. A shiver ran up your spine.

You bit your lip, contemplating how far this was going to go. “You make me feel many things, Bucky. Good things.”

His grin had turned to a full teasing smile now. He didn’t respond, though, just nodded with a mischievous expression now coming across his features. You were going to ask what he was thinking about when the music stopped and the band announced they would be taking a break. It sounded like Bucky let out a sigh of relief as he promptly took your hand and began leading you off the dance floor.

“You hungry, doll?” He asked, stopping next to the exit, hands in his pocket now, looking all casual. But the casualness was a nice cover, you thought, as his expression held everything but unsuspecting.

You hummed. “I could go for something.”

He nodded, still smiling. “I planned to cook you dinner. Is that alright?”

You gasped, “I get to go to your apartment now?”

He laughed as he took your hand again, now leading you out of the dance hall. You two began making your way down the street, hands gripped tightly together.

“You will get to see my apartment but fair warning, it’s nothing special.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, like mine was a real looker.”

“At least yours looks lived in.”

You looked up at Bucky quickly, mouth open now as if you wanted to say something but you didn’t really know what. He wouldn’t look back at you now and instead just kept leading you to presumably his apartment building. You turned your sights back on the sidewalk, watching the cars and people rush around in the nighttime landscape of the city, as you let Bucky guide you.

It was a fairly nice area he lived in, an estimated taxi ride away from you. The area was really bustling with people now and there were shops and eateries galore to browse. You glanced in the windows as you passed, watching others mingle about and eat their dinners.

Eventually, Bucky stopped in front of a building and pulled open the door. He let you in first, still ever so the gentlemen despite you not knowing where the hell you were going. Neither of you dwelled on this though as Bucky took your hand again and led you to his apartment. You felt yourself getting antsy the closer you got but you didn’t understand why. As much as you wanted your flirting to get you a little bit somewhere, this was dinner. A nice lovely dinner with your soulmate. One that he planned to cook. (Could he actually cook, though? You debated this as you went.)

Bucky unlocked the door and let you in. Sadly, he wasn’t too far off from the comment about it not looking lived in. There wasn’t… much of anything. There were the essentials - kitchen, couch, stools, television - but nothing that screamed Bucky. Or that he even actually stepped foot in here.

But you weren't about to say any of this. You lingered by the kitchen counter. “It’s cozy.”

Bucky chuckled, “Thanks for trying, doll.”

You frowned. “I-I mean it. It’s nice. Clean and… and formal.” Well, you thought, what could you expect from a former soldier?

Bucky raised his eyebrows, though, not buying it.

“Alright,” you sighed, “it could use maybe some personal touches but your space is your space. Who am I to judge when mine looks like it's falling apart?”

“Yours has personality,” Bucky shrugged as he slowly took steps towards you. You were leaning against the counter now, arms crossed watching him approach.

“That means it's a trainwreck.”

He smirked, “It means it fits you and I like you, so, naturally, I’m going to like your apartment.”

Your heart pounded in your chest. “You like me?” You asked and winced at your words. Apparently, you were having a hard time growing out of this silly schoolgirl crushing phase.

Bucky nodded, now pretty close, staring you down. One hand came to rest on the counter beside you, slightly trapping you in. “I do like you.”

You couldn’t get over how close he was now. Even during your slow dance, you don’t think he was like… this. Towering, confident. Your eyes flicked to his inviting lips quickly before returning back to his eyes. They held amusement and… Was that a hint of amorousness in them? Your pulse was racing.

“Enough to make me dinner?” You let out a breathy chuckle, trying your hand at humor to figure out what was going on here. You didn’t mean to be practically dismissing these advancements but you also couldn’t believe they were happening. You thought it was just some sweet back and forth in the dance hall, a possible side effect of the adrenaline from dancing getting to you two. But, no. This fact was simple. Bucky wanted you.

“You know,” he sighed, “I don’t think I’m really hungry.”

“Oh?”

“At least not for dinner.”

You were barely able to let out a gasp at his confirmation before Bucky’s lips were on yours, hot and heavy.

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jaskiersvalley · 3 years

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Your safari au. Please. I need it. Water my crops with tigers and hyenas and witchers. Grabby hands and pleading faces in abundance here.

You are after my heart, Nonnie. And considering I've only talked about the Safari AU on Novigrad, I will happily assume you're lurking on there and I love you for it. Tweaked a little to add in a hyena just for you.

Lions and Tigers and Bears

Taking over a park was no easy feat, especially not when it came with a reputation like Nilfgaard had. Eskel scratched his head as he poured over the various financial reports, wondering just how much of it could be trusted. The problem was Nilfgaard had been a shining beacon in the animal conservation world, exceptional facilities, high enrichment for the animals and a successful rehabilitation rate. If there was ever an animal in need of a place, Nilfgaard had been first choice for years. All that came tumbling down in light of the revelation that Nilfgaard had been trading illegally, their animals sold to private owners as exotic pets or, even worse, hunters who wanted a guaranteed, easy kill. The place had been shut down immediately, a skeleton crew kept on to tend to the animals but nothing more. Management was on trial and Kaer Morhen had won the bid to take over. Though small and mostly unknown, nobody else had wanted to touch the remnants of Nilfgaard so they were quite uncontested in their bid. What had seemed like a good idea at the time, an noble because it was in the interest of the animals, now was an absolute headache.

Between the three of them, Geralt, Eskel and Lambert could split most of the urgent work. They had Jaskier working on rebranding, Yennefer managing the board and Vesemir as the head. It left them free to run the day to day of the park, learning the animals as well as the people who they had kept on. But they were going to need more people to actually help the place flourish and regain its standing in the community. Which meant asking the heads of departments for who should be kept on and what roles to recruit for from scratch. The easy ones were things like hospitality, Zoltan had a firm grip on the needs of the park and its visitors, knew all the catering firms and how to run a tight ship. So it was one less headache for them. Eredin had stepped up as Head of Security readily once it was proven he had no knowledge of the animal smuggling. Again, his familiarity with the park was a boon, as were his connections, putting together a security team that could be trusted. Much more messy was the animal welfare section. Fringilla, much like Eredin, had stepped up to become interim Head Zookeeper and was doing her best. While they were understaffed, Geralt, Eskel and Lambert helped out where they could but much of their time was spent getting to know the routine of the park and its many animals.

"We need to know who we can trust," Lambert grumbled, leaning over the table where they had personnel files open. "It's impossible to know who was in on things and who wasn't."

Though, in all likelihood, none of the lower level workers knew that when they helped usher one of their beloved animals into a crate, they weren't sending them off to another facility or a happily ever after. But it was something they just couldn't risk.

"May I?" Fringilla asked, eyes roving over all the files. At Geralt's gesture, she began pulling some of them out. "You'll want Triss, she was a vet here, promote her to senior or chief or whatever you call it. She's solid. And Sabrina, she's great, works well with Triss. Retain Istredd, Mousesack, Calanthe and Eist too. oh, and Letho for the reptile house." As she spoke, she kept looking with a small frown.

"Missing someone?" Eskel asked. Nodding, Fringilla frowned. Without much care for manners, she walked to the cupboards and began pulling out files until she hit the folder of resignations and terminations. From there, she pulled out one last file.

"You'll want him."

The folder was taken from her and the three peered at it with varying levels of frowns.

"You want us to hire someone who was terminated for gross misconduct? Whose notes suggest he abused animals and has blacklisted from working with animals?"

"No. I want you to meet the whistle-blower. Cahir's the one who found out about the trafficking and reported it. Nilfgaard didn't take kindly to it and retaliated."

Not sold on the idea, Lambert crossed his arms over his chest. "His file doesn't look exceptional. Personally, if he applied for a job, I'm not sure he shines enough to even be called in for an interview."

It was a sentiment echoed by the other two and Fringilla had to fight to hold back a sneer. "Invite him in and judge for yourselves. Just because his record doesn't have a quantifiable or gradable measure of commitment doesn't mean he won't be fantastic. If we ever have a new animal in that doesn't need to stay hospitalised, I wouldn't want anyone but Cahir to help settle it in. Especially the younger ones and babies."

Against their better judgement, the three decided to follow Fringilla's advice and e-mailed Cahir an interview offer. The reply was terse but assured them that he would be there at the agreed time.

First impressions were, to put gently, not great. Cahir looked rumpled, bags under his eyes and his attitude was rather sullen. It didn't bode well as they sat in the office, Cahir an odd mix of defiant and subservient. At least Fringilla had the grace to push the interview forward as much as she could until even she sighed and leaned back.

"Why don't we walk through some of the enclosures? Make sure you still remember what's where."

As they walked, Eskel ended up next to Cahir, who seemed content to not talk. That didn't stop Eskel from trying to initiate conversation.

"So, what have you been doing in the three months since you left here?"

"Tried to survive."

The blunt answer had Eskel blinking, there were many things he expected but not that. "Oh?"

For the first time Cahir actually looked at him, sadness bleeding through his half glare. "I used to live on site, worked for Nilfgaard from the age of 15, took a full time post at 18 and moved into the small cottage in the southern corner of the land. They fired me, I lost everything."

An uncomfortable silence settled between them as Eskel tried to figure out just how much of Cahir's so story was an exaggeration. "Have you been living with friends then?"

"For a few weeks, yeah." Cahir actually scoffed. "I've been trying to get a job and living in a hostel off savings. Turns out, only having in-house qualifications does not bode well for prospects in the world at large."

Fringilla led them into an enclosure where the grass was high. From the looks and smells, Eskel would have guessed it was a tiger's habitat but he wasn't familiar enough with the park yet to know. He would have hesitated going in, especially in a group like they were but Eskel had to trust Fringilla as she came to a stop and they stood in a loose circle.

The house Cahir had mentioned was one Eskel was familiar with. They had often wondered why it was empty yet well kept. It had felt like a life interrupted when they had a look round, nothing personal there yet it didn't have the empty, unlived-in feel of a show home. In a way, Eskel was regretting just how poorly Cahir's interview was going because he could easily see them offering his house back as part of a contract.

"So why are we here?" Lambert's words broke Eskel's reverie. "I thought we wanted to go on a walk."

It was by pure chance that Eskel caught Fringilla's smirk at Cahir and the slightest softening of that stern expression in return. Clicking his tongue, Cahir shot Lambert a look. "Tell me, have you ever been stalked by a tiger before?"

"No."

"You sure about that?" Cahir clicked his tongue twice and the world burst into motion. From the long grass a tiger pounced and Eskel was not ashamed to admit he let out a surprised yell. He wasn't the only one though, Lambert gasping, hand at his mouth and shoulders up as the tiger took Cahir out. They went tumbling and only Geralt looked like he might lurch into action, taking half a step towards the animal and Cahir. It would have been hopeless though, the two were wrestling on the ground until Cahir was on his back, tiger hunched above him.

The first thing Eskel noticed was how Cahir's face was creased into a happy grin. He looked younger, relaxed and happy ever as the tiger licked a large stripe from jaw, up his chin to his hairline. All Cahir did was laugh.

"Yes, yes, I missed you too, Princess," he said. fingers loosened from the fur in the tiger's neck and petted along her nose with the ease of familiarity.

"What the actual fuck?!" Lambert all but screeched. "What the fuckity fucking fuck?"

Eskel had the sense to look to Fringilla for answers, even if he wanted to watch Cahir with the tiger. The change in the man wasn't something he could have predicted. Gone was the sullen, defensive and standoffish air, replaced by an easy smile and a look of serene happiness as Cahir looked at the tiger, checking her over out of habit, muttering about dirty ears and mucky paws as he went.

"That is what you won't ever learn from a CV and qualifications," Fringilla said. She was absolutely looking smug. "Princess came to us at 9 months old, from a circus. Had terrible separation anxiety and a host of other issues too. She wasn't doing well despite our best efforts. At least, not until Cahir took her home and cared for her during the nights rather than leave her in a hospital cage. He introduced her to independence, slept out in the open with her for a few weeks when she was ready to transition to outdoors." Much more quietly, she added, "She's not the only animal he'd done that for. To find out some of his beloved children have been sold hit him hard. I don't think I'd ever seen him cry before then."

Turning back, Eskel watched as Cahir was sat on the ground, tiger with her back to him. The slightly strained "oh no you don't" from Cahir was lost as the tiger pushed up onto her hind legs and flopped backwards. Had she been smaller, Cahir would have probably caught her like a baby. As it was, he grunted as the weight crashed across his legs and he had a happily chuffing tiger's belly to tickle.

"I assume you'd vouch for him?" Geralt asked.

"In a heartbeat." Fringilla grinned at Cahir but it was lost on him, so focused on Princess as he was. The others might as well have stopped existing. That was the moment Eskel knew his heart was in danger. It didn't get easier as time went on. Hiring Cahir was proving to be a good decision. He just got on with the work, never finding anything distasteful or below him to do. If it needed doing, he got it done.

Over time he opened up too, Eskel found himself wandering down to the southern corner of the park to the little house that was now full of life. He got used to Cahir usually having a baby or two in his care. Sometimes he babysat for Letho's hatchlings, content to have baby snakes trying to look around his arms as they learned how to cope with being handled. The friendship between the two was one Eskel couldn't claim to understand but they seemed to make it work.

"Knock knock," he announced himself by the open back door.

"Come on in," Cahir called as he wandered out of the kitchen. "I'm just finishing making dinner, care to join me?"

That was new too, Cahir was inviting Eskel into his life more and more. It made Eskel feel even better about what he was planning to ask at Fringilla's instructions.

"I wanted to talk to you about tomorrow. There's a new arrival that we think will need your assistance."

Cahir cocked an eyebrow and held up an empty plate in question again. At Eskel's nod he began loading. "Anything you can tell me about it?"

"Not much. Private collector got raided, had a few animals in his less than tender care."

"So they'll be part socialised, part traumatised. I can work with that."

Somehow, Eskel had no doubts about that. But he was holding back some information because Fringilla had told him to keep it a surprise. The next morning the transport van rolled in, a small group of them ready to handle the newest arrivals. There were a couple of pythons for Letho to bring into his fold, a parrot for Guxart to train into swearing. Last was a large crate. As interesting as it was, Eskel's eyes were on Cahir, the way his nostrils flared as he caught scent of the hyena. The box opened and the animal cautiously peered out.

"Dave!" Cahir exclaimed, all semblance of quiet professionalism gone as he hopped off the top of the crate he'd helped open.

If his reaction had been exuberant, it was nothing compared to the hyena's. They collided next to the box, all over each other.

"I missed you buddy." There were tears running down Cahir's cheeks as Dave alternated between butting into him and running tight, excited circles around him before settling down and trying to bodily press into him. Glancing up, Cahir gave Fringilla a wobbly smile. "How did you find her?"

Her? Last Eskel checked, Dave was a male name. Still, he wasn't going to interrupt the tender reunion with such a dumb question.

"She was part of a collector's hoard. Didn't have the right permits so he was made to give her up to those who could offer her proper care."

A broken "thank you" was whispered in her direction before Cahir buried his face in the hyena's neck. Eskel watched with so many questions. Thankfully Fringilla didn't miss that fact.

"She was born in captivity, originally assumed to be a boy, needed to be hand reared after mum rejected her. She never understood that she wasn't human and as a result has spent most of her life living with Cahir. We've tried so often to introduce her to a pack but she never took to them, content to stay with them for a day, two at a push before she starts pining. When Nilfgaard sold her, that's when Cahir got suspicious, did some digging and realised she hadn't gone to another park. So Dave is a catalyst for this whole fiasco if you will."

Watching them, Eskel nodded. He had a hyena to befriend if he wanted to keep Cahir in his life it would seem.

#pre-Cahir/Eskel #fringilla vigo #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #eskel #lambert #geralt #safari au #tldr: nilfgaard is a disgraced safari the kaer morhen idiots take over

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Only Wish (This Year)

All Y/n wants for Christmas this year was Harry to be home... so what happens when Harry can’t make it? (a part of the ‘Christmas song fic challenge’)

Word count: 3k Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

A/N: hello my loves! This is my submission for @goldenbluesuit’s christmas fic challenge, Christmas is literally my favorite holiday of the year and I’m so happy I got a chance to do my first fic writing challenge based on the absolute bop that is Britney Spear’s “Only Wish (This Year)”. If you want to read more great Christmas fics by some amazing writers checkout the Christmas Song Masterlist Here and if you want to read and more of my writing check out My Masterlist Here. I hope you enjoy!!

"Love I think the tree looks a little crooked"

"No, it's not! It looks fine," you grumbled as you tried to fluff one of the branches that was limping to the left a bit. You had just gone out with Anne yesterday to the Christmas tree farm to get it. The two of you spent nearly two hours walking around the field looking for the perfect tree to put in the living room and after your fingers and toes had officially gone completely numb the two of you gave up and settled for the lanky one in the corner of the field that no one wanted. The tree towered over you quite a bit and had a bit of a tilt, but it reminded you a bit of Harry and this Christmas that was what you wanted, him.

"The reindeer you just hung up is about to fall off, Love" he mumbled from the screen of your computer as he face-timed you from the studio in LA. Rushing over to the left side of the tree, you scooped up the ornament quickly just as it was beginning to slide off of the scrawny branch you had placed it on earlier. As you less than gracefully began to pick yourself off the ground, you heard a wolf whistle come from your husband.

"On second thought, if you keep bending down like that I think I might actually like this tree" Harry stated with a smirk as you gave him the middle finger. "Your mom and I picked it out yesterday cause we thought it looked like you. A little lanky, a little scrawny... looks like he just rolled out of bed" you replied with a laugh.

"I'm going to spare my ego and pretend you didn't just compare your beautiful, loving, and supportive husband to that sad drooping tree you have in the corner."

"(Y/n) is that Harry you're talking to in there? Tell him he better be making it home for Christmas Eve dinner or I'm going to be having a stern talking with Jeff" Anne shouted from the kitchen where she was finishing up some cookies for when Gemma and Michal' today.

You could see the color drain from Harry's face as he scratched the back of his neck. You and Harry have been married now for a little over a year but had been dating for well over three, so you know his every tick and giveaway and when Harry begins to scratch and rub at the back of his neck you know it's bad news.

"I've got this really good chorus started with Mitch, but were still trying to figure out whether-"

"Harry"

"We spent all of yesterday working through the tracklist and I think I've narrowed it down to-"

"Harry"

"I think I'm going to end the album with the song I wrote on our honeymoon. I tweaked the melody but it's still-"

"Harry" you whispered for the last time before he finally stopped his rambling. You could see him by the way he was avoiding your stare that he didn't want to say the words you both were dreading. He isn't coming home for Christmas. You both knew it was a possibility when he flew out to LA nearly five weeks ago to finish the album before the new year. Despite Harry's offer of having you come to LA with him, your job didn't allow you the luxury of taking off that much time especially during one of your busiest times of the year. You had held out hope that Kid Harpoon and Harry could tie up all of the loose ends ahead of time, but clearly, that wasn't going to happen.

"I tried baby, I really did. There are just too many little things that need to get done here. I promise I'll try and make it back next week, we can have our own little Christmas together in London" he stated trying the lighten his crushing words. This was supposed to be your first Christmas as a married couple together so to say you were disappointed would be an understatement, but you knew that if you let Harry know he would be on the first flight out to London.

"It's ok, we both knew this could happen. I'm sure Anne and I will spend way too much time fussing over Adelaide to even notice you're not here" you replied back trying to lighten the mood a bit more by mentioning Gemma's adorable two-year-old daughter.

"Stop rubbing it in" he joked as Jeff called his name in the background. "I need to get back in before they all have my head for keeping them here past midnight again. I'll try and sneak another call later tonight if you're still up"

"So good, H. I love you"

"I love you too, (Y/n). See you soon" Harry replied back as he hung up. You closed your laptop and continued your quest to finish decorating your slightly distorted Christmas tree. Securing the lights onto the tree had somehow become the hardest part of decorating the tree, so while you were wrapped in a mess of bulbs and strings you didn't even notice Anne come in with two cups of hot chocolate.

"Oh dear let me give you a hand" Anne muttered as she placed the mugs on the coffee table before rushing to your side, delicately untangling you from the lights while placing each string perfectly in its place. You gave her a quick thanks before you walked over to the couch to admire your work.

"He texted me to check up on you, that crazy son of mine. Swear I love him, but sometimes he's got just no sense of priorities. Leaving his wife all alone for the holidays, just not right" Anne said as she passed you a mug and sat down next to you.

"I appreciate you belittling your son on my behave, but reset assured that I am ok. I'm sad we won't be able to spend our first Christmas together as a married couple, but I'm sure we'll have our own little Christmas once he gets back. Besides, I still get the full week off of work and I get to spend time with you and baby Adelaide for the next couple of days and it will be great!"

"Well if you ever need me to put him in his place you let me know, ok sweetheart? Can't have my favorite daughter-in-law feeling upset" she said as she wrapped her arms around you.

"Thanks, Anne" you replied as you gave her a tight squeeze, placing a kiss on her cheek.

"Anytime dear. Now quick, turn on channel Hollywood Gossip before Gemma shows up, she never lets me watch this show. I heard Lily James was spotted with an ex-boyfriend again"

The two of you spend the next hour catching up on some gossip and making lists of everything that still needed to be done before Christmas in two days. If there was one thing you were certain about, it was that you were going to make the most of your situation and try and have the best Christmas possible

**********

It was Christmas eve and you had spent the entire morning cooking and prepping for the large family meal you and Anne were hosting for Gemma and Michal and a couple of close friends. The two of you had been absolutely buzzing and Christmas tunes had been playing throughout the house since you both woke up bright and earlier at 7 am. You had scoured your suitcase for the perfect Christmas outfit but after spending 20 minutes trying on outfits in the and had settled for one of Harry's red cardigans and some dark washed jeans. The smell of the vanilla candle that smelt just like Harry that Anne had left in your room last night made you miss him even more as you finished getting yourself ready just in time to hear the doorbell ring downstairs.

You peeked out the window and saw Gemma and Michal standing at the door with little Adelaide at their feet and quickly ran to the door to greet them. Once you opened the front door a pair of small arms wrapped themselves around your legs as Adalaide screamed your name.

"Well hello, my sweet girl. I missed you so much! Did you miss me?" you asked as she nodded quickly. You picked her up carefully and smothered her face in kisses just as Anne came over to greet everyone. The five of you made your way out of the foyer and into the kitchen as Gemma wrapped her arms tightly around you and dragged you to the far end of the kitchen.

"Good afternoon my favorite sister. How is the married life treating you? Any surprises I should be worried about this Christmas?" she asked as she stole a Christmas cookie off of one of Anne's various dessert displays.

"It's been very nice, thank you. I don't think you'll be having any surprises from me this Christmas"

"Pitty I was hoping they be able to be in the same class as their cousin could go to school together," she said nonchalantly smirking at you as you stood there confused.

'What do you mean cousins? Adelaide already in day-care and I don't-- Oh my gosh Gemma are you -"

"Shh don't say it out loud, but yes. About eight weeks along, but we haven't told anyone yet. I'm telling you because last time I told you everything went well, so I think you're my good luck charm... and I need you to drink all of the shots Chloe tries to feed me tonight" She mumbled as you laugh and give her a big hug.

"Well congratulations Gem, I wish you both the best. Hey Adelaide, did you know what special person is going to be joining you really soon?" you asked the little girl in your arms as she played with the butterfly necklace Harry had gotten you for your second anniversary together.

"Santa"

"You're right baby Santa is coming tonight. Why don't you help me and Nana Anne finish decorating these last cookies before everyone gets here"

**********

The night was fantastic. After all of the guests had arrived, you all sat down to eat the wonderful roast Anne had been making all day. The room was filled with laughter and smiles as people recounted their most embarrassing Christmas stories. Your favorite was Michal's who as a child got so excited about seeing Santa at the mall that he actually peed on Santa's lap while telling him what he wanted for Christmas. Gemma discreetly slid her shot glass to you numerous times throughout the night and despite the questioning looks coming from Chloe, no one questioned Gemma's excuse of being the designated driver this year. Overall it was by far one of your favorite holiday meals to be a part of, you only wish Harry could have been there to share it with you.

"Me pants are about to explode, but does anyone fancy a little Christmas Eve stroll outside?" Michal asked as he cuddled a sleeping Adelaide to his chest.

There was a chorus of agreements and your large group slowly began to clean up their placemats and prepare themselves for the trek out in the snow. You helped Gemma load the dishwasher as Anne distributed Tupperware for everyone to take leftovers home with them before running upstairs to grab your winter jacket and boots. After everyone was all bundled up, you all headed outside into the snow, Gemma, and Michal leading the way as walked along the sidewalk. You watched the way Gemma placed a snowflake on Adelaide's nose and waited for the little girl to giggle before quickly wiping it off just to do it all over again. You continued to watch the interaction with a yearning in your heart at the thought of having your own kids with Harry and being able to take them on walks and show them ordinary things like snowflakes. Just as you had begun to drift off into your subconscious world Anne came up next to you and wrapped her arms with yours.

"That will be you someday, I can just feel it" Anne stated as she squeezed your hand tight. You gave her a small smile and nodded your head.

"I hope so. Just have to get your son to stay in one spot long enough" you joked as you rubbed your hands together for warmth.

"That man worships the grown you walk on, Love. If you tell him you want kids right now he'll drop everything"

"Hopefully when I get him back next week we can talk about it all a bit more" you replied as Anne nodded her head.

Your walk lasted about a half-hour until Adelaide began to cry saying she was tired and wanted to go to bed. You all preceded to head back into Anne's home for a bit to warm up before everyone would drive back to their respective homes to continue to celebrate their Christmases. Being the busy body that you were, you began to make tea for everyone in the hope of avoiding the dreaded interrogation about Harry and your's relationship that always came towards the end of these gatherings, but it never came. You think Anne must have warned them that you were feeling somewhat sad about Harry not being there because they managed to avoid the topic throughout the rest of the night. Just as the clock struck midnight everyone slowly began to say their goodbyes and exchanging any last-minute gifts that needed to be given. You helped Anne gather everyone's things and waved your last goodbyes before heading into the living room to relax a bit.

"I'm a bit wiped out dear so I think I'm going to head to bed early. Will you be ok here by yourself?" Anne asked cautiously as you scrolled through some pictures Harry had sent you the other day of him at the studio.

"Yes, I think I'll be ok. Have a good night Anne and thank you for a wonderful Christmas"

"No thanks needed dear, you're family now and always will be. I'll see you in the morning".

You waved a quick goodbye as Anne left upstairs to her room. The silence downstairs was only making your feelings of missing Harry worse so you decided to put on the TV and watch a Christmas movie to lift your spirits a bit as you cuddled Harry's picture to your chest. You know he was having Christmas Eve dinner with Jeff's family now and you didn't want to bother him so you decided that you would suck it up and wait until tomorrow to call him and tell him how much you really miss him. All you wanted this Christmas was to have him sitting next to you, sipping on a couple of hot chocolate and making fun of your weirdly patterned socks.

You hoped that flipping through the tv channels would help distract you but the minute you started channel surfing and Love Actually popped up on the screen in front of you, the waterworks began. You cried because you missed Harry. You cried because you didn't get to share all of your happy memories of today with him. You cried because you could cuddle him to sleep and wake up to his delicious scent. There you sat in his childhood home wrapped in a fuzzy blanket crying. You sobbed into the blanket as quietly as you could in the hopes of not waking up Anne and after what felt like an eternity, you finally fell asleep on the couch

*********

You were peacefully asleep on the couch until the sound of music blasting from the kitchen speaker startled you awake.

“I signed my letter that I sealed with a kiss I sent it off, and just said this...”

"Oh, fucking shit. Stupid fucking Tom calling me at..." you heard as a crash came from the kitchen.

You jumped from your curled up position on the couch and turned around to see where the noise was coming from. As you sank deeper into the couch hoping not to be seen, you saw a silhouette moving around the kitchen searching the drawers. Your pulse began to race as you start to run all of the potential ways in which this intruder could kill you right now. Just as you were about to reach for your phone to call 999, the intruder turned on the light and you saw a familiar head of curly hair.

"Jesus fucking christ Harry nearly gave me a heart attack" you stated as Harry nearly jumped out of his skin.

The two of you stared at each other for a while before you finally processed what was going on. Harry was here. Harry had made it. He was here for Christmas. He came. You all but sprinted off of the couch and launched yourself at him, hearing release gasp as you latched on to his body like a koala.

"Nearly gave me a heart attack there, love" he stated as he wrapped his arms around you and ran his hands through your hair.

"I could say the same thing. Who comes home after midnight and doesn't say anything, especially when said person said many times that they weren't going to be to make it home"

"Wasn't supposed to be home but then mom said you looked upset after our call yesterday so I told Jeff I would finish the rest in the London studio and zoom call any last-minute details. Excited to have me home?" he asked with a smirk.

"No" you stated trying to hide your excitement.

"Come on Love, don't lie to me. I'm excited to be home. Get to spend Christmas with my beautiful, smart, kind, amazing wife. Get to shower her with gifts. Best Christmas ever"

"Definitely best Christmas ever" you mumbled back as you leaned in and kissed him, savoring the taste of his lips after so long.

"I have one more surprise for you that I think you'll like" he stated as he broke away from the kiss.

"What" you whined as he laughed at you.

"Told Columbia that I'd make the record, but that I'm not releasing it till the end of next year. Want to settle down a bit more, gain more stability in case..." he trailed off as he cheeks turned pink.

"In case what?" you asked innocently even though you knew exactly what he was insinuating.

"In case you want to try for a baby like we talked about on our honeymoon. Said you wanted more stability from me before we started trying so this me giving you that. Don't want to pressure you or anything and this is your choice and I don't- "

"Yes," you whispered.

"Yes?" he questioned before you nodded your head and wrapped your arms around his neck.

Tears appeared in his eyes as he spun you around the kitchen. You laughed as he chanted "baby baby baby" quietly as to not wake Anne but the joy in his expression spoke volumes. You were both ready for this next chapter in your life and whatever happens next, as long as you were together, you knew everything would be ok.

“Hey babe” you whispered as Harry continued to cheer quielty.

“Yes, Love?”

“Is Britney Spears your ringtone?”

“Maybe... It’s festive!” he defended as you laughed

“Ok love, whatever you say”

Hope you all enjoyed and happy early Christmas to all who celebrate and a Happy Holidays everyone!!

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb #harry styles masterlist #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #Christmas #harry styles x fluff

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junicai · 3 years

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누나 너무 예뻐.

| order no. | 1 / 21

| summary | Jisung knows Aria is pretty. However, knowing something, and seeing it, are two very different things.

| word count | 1.4k

| warnings | none

| era | circa. August 2019

Jisung knew that objectively, Aria was vey pretty. Beautiful even. He knew that. Understood the fact that when the makeup noonas got their hands on her, she was downright stunning; dolled up to the nines.

However, it was hard to remember that fact when he’d seen her at all hours of the night, with sweat matting her hair to her forehead and her eyes sunken in - glaring across the room as if she was going to throttle Renjun if he even dared to try make them run the routine again.

She had attempted the room-length lunge once, but had fallen about a half length short when her knees gave out on her. Renjun’s barely muffled snort put him on the receiving end of her steak-knife glare again, but the effect was muted by the fact that Aria had yet to lift her face from its smushed position on the sprung-wooden floor.

Even around the dorms, Aria would opt for a more comfortable option of clothing - usually items of loungewear that didn’t belong to her. She’d wander around in Jeno’s too big sweatpants and a filched hoodie from Jaemin’s wardrobe, or in a loose t-shirt stolen from Jisung’s own drawers.

It was fine - the boys all ended up sharing a lot of their clothes anyway, so when bits and pieces went missing every few days, they’d just have to slip into Aria’s room to collect them.

Although, he wished she hadn’t taken such a fancy to his new orange sweatshirt. It was fuzzy on the inside and extremely snuggly - which seemed to be the exact reason why after a week of it residing in the back of his wardrobe, it mysteriously went missing. Only to appear a couple of days later on Aria’s person.

She’d even had the gall to play innocent.

So, when it came down to it - in black and white - Jisung knew that, yes, Aria could be jaw-dropping when the time called for it.

But that was very different to actually seeing it.

“Sungie? You okay?” Aria called over from the kitchen, a glass clinking as it hit the counter top.

Jisung had stopped in the middle of a sentence, hands that were idly fiddling with his phone as he mindlessly flicked through Instagram now frozen. He paused for a moment, before rapidly scrolling back up on his feed.

When Aria received no response, she stuck her head out of the doorway. “Sungie?” She crossed the short distance, peering over his shoulder. “Oh! What’s this?”

Jisung turned an accusing look on her. “You tell me! You did another interview with VOGUE and didn’t tell us?” He swiped across into the next image on the post, eyes bulging slightly. “VOGUE New York? You went to New York?”

Aria bit her lip to hold back the smile that she knew was tweaking at the corner of her mouth. “No - we took the photos here, and the company sent it on to the management team over there. The interview was done over the phone, look?” She pointed towards the bottom of the description that accompanied the post, where it stated:

“This interview was conducted over a telecommunications line. Any and all mistakes in the script are due to a bad connection, and are not a representation of the idol or the company.”

Jisung relaxed back into the couch slightly. He wasn’t sure how he could have missed Aria jetting out of the country for a few days, but he’d done it once with Chenle - something which the boy had never let him live down, despite the fact that Jisung had been running a fever and was mildly delirious with the fact that his walls were swimming - and he wouldn’t put it past himself to do it again.

“Mhm, I think the photos came out pretty nice, but I’m not sure they used many of them. “Aria sounded slightly put out. It was rare that she truly liked her own editorials; she was far too critical of her own appearance in Jisung’s eyes.

But then again; Jisung was biased.

He swiped through to the end of the post, seeing no trace of the pictures that she mentioned.

“Maybe they’re on the official blog?”

She sighed, patting his head gently. “Nah, I already checked. They used the close up one, but everything else got put in the bin I think. They emailed us back and said the ‘lighting’ was wrong or something, which sounds ridiculous to me, but hey.” She shrugged in fake nonchalance. “It’s VOGUE, who knows.”

Jisung frowned at her tone. She genuinely sounded upset - and was obviously trying to hide it.

And failing miserably, if even Jisung was picking up on it.

“Can I see them?”

Aria made a sound of confusion in the back of her throat. “See what?”

“The pictures.”

She hummed in understanding, and then shook her head. “Oh no, Sungie, it’s okay! I’m just blabbering, they’re not anything important don’t worry.” She spun to leave back to the kitchen.

Jisung snagged her wrist and spun her back. “Can I see, noona? Please?”

Aria squinted at him, eyebrows creasing. “Uh, sure? You don’t have to, I know editorial shoots aren’t your thing.” Despite her words, she was slipping out her phone from her back pocket, unlocking it and scrolling through her gallery to find the pictures.

Jisung sat slightly impatient, fingers tapping against his knee. She was right - editorial shoots weren’t really his thing. He much preferred the yearbook-style shoots that Dream did; a little more carefree and a little less rigid; but if Aria was bringing this up then obviously there was something to be had.

She handed over the phone, pointing to the picture on the small digital screen.

The device was swamped in Jisung’s larger hands, and for the nth time he questioned why she still used an android.

He cradled it carefully, turning his attention away from the horrific fact that the phone still had a physical home button, and onto the picture displayed above it.

At first, it was difficult to make out exactly what he was seeing, like his brain was refusing to put the pieces together. There was chiffon, and flowers, and butterflies? And a lot of soft blue colours, but it was like his brain was malfunctioning - a loading circle slowly spinning where basic visual comprehension was meant to happen.

Had he gone blind?

Jisung knew he needed to get his eyes checked again, but he didn’t think it was this bad. Maybe it wasn’t blue, maybe that was just the sunlight refracting on the water beneath Aria’s feet - yes that was Aria in the picture, which was good, he recognized her, which meant that no, he wasn’t going blind.

That’s good.

“-ungie?” Aria tapped on his shoulder.

“Noona, when did you get so pretty?” Jisung turned to her, breathing out the words on an exhale with wide eyes.

Aria retracted slightly and Jisung braced himself for the laugh and accompanying thumb that would have occurred had he said those words to anyone else.

But this wasn’t anyone else; this was Aria, and Aria was just kind of, standing there? Lips parted slightly in surprise.

Jisung blinked twice, fumbling with the phone in his haste to give it back to her. He almost dropped it and felt bad for a split second before remembering that it was an android and that was enough for it to deserve to be thrown down the stairs.

“N-not like you weren’t pretty before it’s just that, in the pictures you - the lighting is good I don’t know what they didn’t like it’s all so blue-”

Aria leant over the back of the couch to ruffle Jisung’s hair with a soft, fond smile. “Thanks, Sungie.”

Jisung leant into the hand. “I mean it, noona. You look great.”

“I know you do.” She nudged his shoulder with her own, a feat only possible because she was stood up and Jisung was slouching forward on the couch. “But don’t let Jaem hear you say that - he’ll think he’s being replaced as your favourite.”

“You are my favourite, noona. I don’t know where he keeps getting that.”

Aria sighed lightly, carding a hand through Jisung’s hair as she shuffled over to pull the much larger boy’s head into her lap. “I know. Neither do I.”

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