#These were meant to be warm-ups and I accidentally spent a few hours on them whoops

[velvetcloxds]

if you're too shy- send me a character and a scenario and I'll write a little baby blurb for it

Enemies to lovers kinda thing where reader or spencer admits feelings accidentally, like a slip of tongue maybe.

I'LL KEEP YOU WARM | S.R.

word count: 1.6k (stop)

warnings: one-bed trope, fem!reader- also I didn't literally have them say ily but he does admit to not hating the reader and in fact caring for the reader which is basically ily in enemies to lovers

You had spent nearly an hour next to Spencer considering the very creative and unprofessional things you’d planned to text Penelope in the morning once you could charge your phone on the jet, all of which would surely be forgotten in the morning, but it was a very good distraction from your current situation. You and Penelope had a general disagreement about the status of your relationship with Spencer Reid, your partner for the last few months. You were sure without a single doubt that he absolutely hated you, Penelope believed that what felt like hate was really pent-up tension that needed to be released- by putting the two of you together in one room with only one bed, she had clearly decided it was time for the tension to be released.

You were lucky the case had taken so much out of the team, neither of you thinking too much of the little double bed you were stuck in, just skipping through the shower and crawling under the questionable sheets. Spencer was asleep by the time you got into bed, and you were quite grateful he didn’t have to witness the sight of you shivering in the skimpy Bambi pajamas that should’ve been thrown away ages ago. How were you to know on the night you’d be there it would all of a sudden be cold? Basically, the sleeping arrangement wasn’t all that encouraging to sleep, you were cold, in the bed with someone you found alarmingly attractive that just so happened to hate you, and being in said bed with him meant you had to leave your comfort stuffed animal in your go bag.

You were careful when you rolled over, knowing you’d be much closer to Spencer than you should be, balled up still, holding an extra pillow against your chest and the neon sign just across the street made for good lighting in the supposed to be dark room. He was much prettier like this, you decided, quiet and unconscious, perfect to look at without being met with some dismissing comment or gesture that you’d replay for the rest of the day. Like this you could appreciate the little dimple that dipped right beside his lips even when he wasn’t smiling, or the little beauty marks you wouldn’t see if you weren’t looking for them, or the fact that his hair smelled like pomegranate- you were always sure it was something fruity, never sure which fruit but now you knew, you’d think about him every time you smelled pomegranate.

Your head dipped further into the pillow when he moved, sighed as if something interesting was happening in his head even asleep, of course it would, his hair fell over his eyes, and you had to clutch the pillow tighter to stop yourself from reaching forward and moving the hair away from distorting your view. You wondered as you wondered before what had made him so very set in his distain for you, you’d been very encouraging of all his quirks and habits, in fact you thought they accommodated your own surprisingly well. Yet he’s been acting a proper nightmare since Hotch reassigned the two of you to the same car, as if all of a sudden, your very existence was a thorn in his side and you wished you could remove yourself for his sake but Hotch was adamantly against the paperwork of it all.

“Why do you hate me, Spencer Reid?” you sighed, the question too quiet for even you to hear but you had to put it out there for even a second, shifting into the little cocoon you’d created by tucking the blanket under your bum and around your feet, but you were interrupted. Spencer was still moving, another sigh, much less dreamy this time as he tried to tug on the blanket, probably just as cold as you were, one more tug and you realized he was trying to pull it away from where it was tucked under you, his eyes opened with a disgruntled question.

“Y/n?” it sounded like a mixture of surprise and realization, like he’d somehow forgotten you were there in the first place, or like he’d assumed you’d find some other sleeping arrangements after your shower- you’d tried, Emily wasn’t fond of sharing or rather wasn’t fond of kicking you off the bed through the night and JJ was stuck in a single bed, not like you’d ask Derek or Hotch though the thought had definitely crossed your mind.

“Sorry,” you whispered almost on instinct, moving forward completely accidentally and his tired gaze focussed instantly. “Sorry,” you whispered again, and when you allowed him to take more of the blanket his hand brushed over your shoulder. The shiver it created was both due to the sudden touch and the sudden warmth. “Sorry,” you tried to move back, save him from the cold of your skin.

“You’re freezing,” he noted, and you wanted to explain yourself, apologetic even for your own disdain of the weather but he didn’t give you much time, gently stealing the pillow from your grip and chucking it across the room, silencing your indistinct questions by pulling you against him. “I was waiting for you to get out of the shower and I must've fallen asleep," he explained, and you didn’t know what to do with yourself when he gently guided your head to rest against his chest, on his pillow, in fact, you were sure this was some sleep-deprived hallucination that you’d have to scorn yourself for conjuring. “I assumed that you hadn’t packed for the cold even though I always tell you to.”

“It was supposed to be sunny,” you argued, and he scoffed a soft sound, you felt it against your ear, and you didn’t know what to do about that either. He dragged a finger up your arm, flicked the frilly pink sleeve of your shirt, and shook his head, you felt that too. In fact, you could feel him breathing, could feel his pulse right through his long-sleeved shirt.

“I told you it wouldn’t be,” he fought, and you had to see him, couldn’t let him scorn you with your face buried between his pecks, so you tilted your head back, trying to ignore that it forced your bodies to shift closer somehow.

“And you know more than the weathermen now?” he shrugged, and the roll of your eyes was the closest you’d ever come to taking him on for his attitude towards you, it was also his signal that you were done so he tightened his hold, fighting a smirk when you didn’t fight him. He was warm, impossibly warm considering the room, you wished you could steal every ounce of warmth right from him, and the hand that slid up his arm under his sleeve to wrap around his wrist had a mind of its own and you’d be embarrassed were you not so desperate. “Sorry,” you realized but he stopped you before you could pull away, fingers circling your arm to keep you still.

“Stop apologizing,” his tone was odd, you couldn’t read it, you could rarely read him to begin with but enough to know just how far to stay away from him that day, but this was new, rushed, forced, like he didn’t think it through which isn’t a characteristic the man holds. “I don’t mind, I don’t want you to be cold,” he explained and he made it sound just as logical as one of the little facts he’d share with the team, as if cuddling someone you disliked was entirely logical as well.

“Why not?”

“What do you mean, why not? Why would I want you to be cold?” why on earth was that such a silly thing to expect of him, you shrugged, you didn’t know what to say, like you’d ever for a second considered that the man cared enough to even think about what you feel let alone care about how you feel. “I don’t want you to be cold,” he was softer when he repeated it and the grip he had turned to something so soft there wasn’t even a word for it, like he’d realized what he was doing and in a second it became less about keeping you warm and more just about keeping you in his arms. “I care about you, why wouldn’t I care about you being cold,” Your thumb brushed up and down his skin, too comfortable.

“You care about me?”  he’d never admit to anyone, let alone himself how much it pained him to hear the surprise in your voice, the genuine disbelieve you’d feel towards such a simple statement, such an obvious declaration, you were his partner, his teammate, his friend, his- well you were someone he cared about, and he’d made a proper mess of things if you thought otherwise.

“Well, I sure as hell don’t hate you,” you bit your lip, of course he’d heard that, even in his sleep he’s a proper pain in the behind, hear all, know all. “It’s late,” he decided even though he had no clue of what the time was, he just couldn’t talk about this anymore. “We’ve had a long day, you should get some sleep.”

“Spencer." Why you wanted to explain yourself you didn’t know, it’s not like he hadn’t given you copious amounts of evidence proving he disliked you, so why would he expect you'd thought he felt anything else. “I’m sorry,” he scoffed, squeezing you lightly.

“Stop apologizing to me,” his chin rested on the top of your head, the most foreign feeling yet it came so naturally to him, just like leaning into him felt natural to you, like your bodies knew what to do when your minds didn’t. “Get some sleep,” he relished in the feeling of you melting into him, like he was giving you permission to do so. “I’ll keep you warm,” and he did, even when he’d convinced himself to fall asleep, he was sure to keep an arm around you in whatever position you’d shifted to, to keep you warm, only to keep you warm- even when the sun came up, even when the cold fled the room. In the morning he’d wonder when the cold had fled from his heart.  

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[haveyouseenherlately]

pov: matty finally comes back from tour

just some fluffy and smutty times after he arrives at your place.

this one is longer than usual as it’s one i had in my drafts from a while ago.

warning: 18+, smut. grammatical errors, typos.

word count: ~2,900

other bf matty blurbs & rambles here.

———

it was 17:48 and you stood facing your dirty floor length mirror. you kept messing with your hair, doing your best to tame it but nothing seemed to be working as little bits just kept sticking out at the sides. sigh.

today was the day. after many, many weeks (a lifetime, really) matty was finally coming back to london. you'd been counting down the hours for this night since you last hugged him right outside the uber. "don't miss me too much, darling," he whispered before he kissed your lips one more time, hopped inside the car, and left you standing there, alone.

to say you missed him was an understatement. you tried to keep occupied by picking up extra shifts at the cafe, frequenting the cinema by yourself, rearranging your room several times, anything to keep your mind from that messy curly hair and pretty brown eyes. but nothing worked which made you feel sick to your stomach with longing.

every other minute he made his way back into your thoughts whether you wanted him there or not. you missed his stupid, silly grin. you missed his baggy clothes. you missed his hands tangled in yours. you missed seeing him walk through your door.

it was now 18:12 and you finally finished picking out your outfit. some sheer black tights, a short denim skirt and one of his shirts, the flowery one which he accidentally left at your flat years ago. the buttoned top was too large for your frame, but you didn’t care as it very faintly smelled of coffee, cigarettes and matty.

you were choosing a ring next when a knock at the door made your heart jump. the jewellery didn’t matter anymore as you swiftly ran across your hallway, thankful that your flatmate agreed to spend the night elsewhere because she knew what would end up happening. you smirked because you knew she wasn't wrong...

you swung the door open (a bit harder than you meant to) and there he was, holding one single white flower.

“i’m searching for my girlfriend. do you know where she might be?” you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help and laugh at his stupid pickup line. "is that really the best you could come up with during the last few months, healy?"

you stepped forward to wrap your arms around him, nestling your face in the crook of his neck and pulling yourself in as close as humanly possible. his arms found your waist and the both of you stood there while you felt the warm blood rush through your body.

“i missed you, matty” is all you managed to say before you pulled away just far enough to kiss him on the lips which he eagerly welcomed. he tasted of honey and everything was okay again. “i missed you, too, love.” you kissed once more.

you stepped aside to welcome him in, closed the door in front of you, taking a long, deep breath before turning around. he held out the small flower which you gladly took to place in a small bottle half-filled with water. you enjoyed that he was one for cheesy, romantic gestures because deep down you loved them even if you didn't admit to it.

matty sat down on the floor to take off his beat up sneakers. "huh, so i guess that's where my shirt went," he looked up and pointed at the top you wore. you decided to leave the upper three buttons undone which you hoped he would notice. "but it looks much better on you." he definitely noticed.

———

it was now 20:36. you'd both spent a few hours catching up, matty sharing his stories from tour while you made him a very simple but tasty dinner. "you have no idea how much i missed having food that doesn't come in a greasy paper bag." he ate up every single bit of the meal while you just watched from your spot on top of the kitchen counter, glass wine between your hands.

while you missed him when he was gone, you didn't envy the lifestyle of a touring band. it sounded lonely. even though there were many people around you, it appeared they only wanted to get in your bed. matty didn't seem to mind so it made you wonder if anything might’ve happened between him and others...

you continued to sip your wine, taking mental notes of his current appearance. his eyes were tired yet his greenish cardigan made them sparkle. his hair was slightly shorter than you remembered, yet defined curls still framing his face. he wore his usual necklace but there were some new ones added to the mix. you liked them (he knew you would).

when he finished his food, he got up to wash the dirty dishes and store them away. dear matty wasn't one to keep his own home clean but you appreciated his efforts to be better at your place. thank you.

he walked over to you (still on the countertop), snaked his arms around your waist and placed his head on your chest. you set your wine glass aside to play with his hair, soft and fluffy between your fingers. you definitely missed this.

it wasn't long before the both of you sat on the sofa messily kissing as if to make up for the time he was gone. you'd be lying if this wasn't what you’d been looking forward to the most, yet it still caught you by surprise when you found yourself straddling his lap. you realized what happened and it made your face turn red, which matty instantly noticed.

"are you okay, love?" he kissed the corner of your mouth, "we can always stop if you want." he gently ran his hands up and down your thighs to provide some comfort, eyebrows knitted together wondering if he had done something to upset you.

he had done nothing wrong. you hesitated because for once, you wanted to be in control. and knowing that you had mindlessly crawled on top of him made you realize you were about to make that happen. or at least attempt to.

you grabbed his hands in yours, placing them over his head and behind the sofa as his look of concern turned to that of hunger. you bent down to eagerly kiss him, making your way to his neck and leaving small red love bites all over. you could tell he wanted more as his hips started to shift up and down, but you didn't give him the satisfaction just yet. instead you bit down on his neck one last time before placing your forehead against his. "i want to be the one riding you tonight."

you saw as his pupils dilated at your request, his goofy grin starting to appear before your lips found his again to stop him from talking. (this wasn’t the time for cocky remarks, sorry matthew.) you could feel him melt underneath you as his fingers went soft in your grasp. "do you understand?" all he could do was nod before you bit his bottom lip, finally eliciting a moan from him. this was all the confirmation needed to boost your confidence.

matty gazed at you, slowly panting through parted lips as you brought his arms back over his head and placed his palms on your chest. he understood what you needed from him, as he started touching your breasts making you close your eyes and smile. “fuck, i want you.” he began to unbutton your shirt but you quickly swatted his hands away. “not time for that yet, i’m afraid.” the sounds that came from his lips were just heavenly, want dripping from every groan.

now you were the one who started to remove his cardigan, pulling at the fabric of his white shirt underneath until his upper half was bare. “you’re a thing of beauty.” you couldn’t help but kiss him again, holding on to his shoulders hard enough for your nails to dig into his skin, leaving more marks on his body.

you began to slowly grind your hips against him, feeling his excitement through his jeans. his fingers found your hips as he tried to get you to move faster. you stopped.

right away he knew he made a mistake, causing him to groan in frustration and cover his face with his hands. “this is not fair.” seeing him want you this bad was exactly what you had craved when you daydreamed of this scenario.

you removed his hands from his face and pressed a peck on his nose. “just taking my time to see what you do, baby. clearly it’s not your thing.” this made him chuckle but you could feel the tension building on his body as you slid down his lap, placing yourself on your knees right in front of him.

you pressed your cheek against his thigh, innocently looking up at him, batting your eyelashes at a sexually frustrated matty. you didn’t feel too bad for him.

now that you had started to undo his belt, he gazed down at you, bottom lip quivering between his teeth pleading for you to go faster. you managed to unzip his trousers, right away noticing a wet spot on his boxers which you touched with your thumb, swears leaving his mouth the second he felt you finally pay attention to his cock.

you pulled down his jeans which fell to pool at his ankles. you kissed his tip through the thin fabric, hands moving up to hook on the waistband and tugging it down. the dumb expression on his face was priceless. you had him were you wanted and there was nothing he could do about it.

all of his clothing was finally set aside. a naked matty sat right in front of you and you were pretty sure you could do anything. you still didn't feel bad for him.

———

you quickly glanced at your watch, the hands telling you it was 21:42. still on your knees, you decided it was maybe time to give poor matty some relief. he had tried his best after all.

when you started to stroke his cock, his head fell back and the sounds pouring out of his mouth were otherworldly. his hands were to his sides, grabbing at the fabric of the couch as you continued to move your own fingers up and down at a slow but steady pace.

once again you placed your cheek on his leg and looked up at him, taking a mental picture of wet parted lips, unruly brown hair, and slightly closed eyes.

he finally looked back at you, lifting his right hand to run it through your hair. even though you were giving him a hard time, he was gentle with you, knowing that hurried actions weren't going to get him anywhere tonight. you were glad he now understood. even though you wanted to be in control and make him come undone, you still yearned for softness and care, something which you've always wanted from a relationship but were never lucky to receive. this was the closest you've ever been.

you continued to stroke him while you brought your lips to his tip, taking him in your mouth. "fuck, fuck..." you knew it took all of matty's strength to not thrust his hips into you. good boy, you thought.

after a few minutes of licking and sucking, you stopped (sorry matthew), stood up and grabbed his hands in yours to lead him into your room. when the two of you reached your bed, you kissed him for the millionth time that night before gently pushing him into your bed. you both laughed, matty getting settled on your covers, head on your pillow, all while you took off your skirt and tights.

he stared at you getting undressed, doe eyed and sweet, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. ugh, he was perfect you had to admit.

in only your (well, his) shirt and underwear, you crawled on top of him, carefully sitting on his legs. this is how you had pictured this evening, you above him studying his every action.

you started to undo the remaining buttons of the flowered shirt one by one, taking your time getting to the last one. an excited matty lifted himself on his forearms, sucking at his bottom lip when the shirt fell off your arms and realized you had nothing underneath. "god, you're going to be the death of me."

he grabbed a hold of your thigh, drawing slow circles with his thumb wondering what your next move would be. what he wasn't expecting was to see you slide your hand down your panties and to start rubbing your clit. to be honest, neither did you.

but it felt good. you knew how to please yourself better than anyone and it was made infinitely better by having a horny boy gazing in your direction, lusting after you. his hand had stopped caressing your leg and instead he was holding on to it like his life depended on it. you continued to touch yourself, slowly moving your hips along and never breaking eye contact with him.

it wasn't long after that you inserted a finger, making sure he knew exactly what you were doing. you didn't confess that you did this same thing many times while he was gone, thinking of fucking him senseless. that's what you now wanted, too.

you pulled your hand out of your underwear and swiftly took them off in the process, finding yourself naked on top of a patient matty. you didn't waste any more time as you moved forwards, gently touching his lips as he opened his mouth to hungrily suck on your fingers. you wanted him to taste you, his moans reassuring you he was enjoying every second of it.

once your fingers were wet enough, you went straight for his cock again, but moved at a much faster pace than before. the poor boy couldn't keep a hold himself anymore, loud whimpers echoing off the walls and his whole body twitching underneath you. "please, fuck me." that's all you needed to hear before you kneeled forward to place him at your entrance and finally start riding him.

the sensation of him filling you up felt unlike anything else, making you arch your back in hopes of getting even closer to him. you couldn't go slow any longer, but your movements were still calculated, wanting to savour every single moment.

"you feel so good, sweetheart," he managed to mumble out between moans. his head was on the pillow, a lewd expression on his face as you continued to grind your hips against him, his hands firmly holding on to ensure you didn't stop.

your hair started to stick to your body as sweat appeared on your skin. you leaned back a little to keep yourself upright, while also giving him a better view. you knew exactly what you were doing and he took notice. a string of swears stumbled out of him, a look of nothing but hunger across his face as you kept thrusting yourself against him. "matty, please touch me."

you didn't need to ask him twice before he propped himself up to a sitting position and started to grab your breasts while you continued to fuck him. there was no harshness to his touch, which you greatly appreciated, a deep contrast to your hips frantically bucking back and forth on his hard cock.

his mouth went to your neck, placing small kisses wherever he could while moaning your name against your skin. it was all too much and not enough. he cupped your face, resting his forehead against yours, both breathing heavily and quietly laughing at the same time. just as the flower he gave you earlier that day, these cheesy, small gestures were what you craved the most. "matty."

it was at that moment that you hit your high, unable to control your movements any longer and giving yourself permission to let go as he held your body close. your head fell back as he carefully grabbed the side of your neck to ensure you didn't go far. a few seconds later you felt warmth as he came inside you, crying your name once again.

you kept your arms wrapped around each other for a while, him kissing the top of your head asking if you were okay. you nodded against his neck, unable to move much as most of your energy had all been spent.

eventually he fell down on his back and looked at you, “fuckin' hell, that was amazing.” he was still catching his breath, you both were. “maybe i should go on tour more if this is the welcome i get.” that earned him a pillow smack on the side of the head. “don’t get any ideas, healy. you got lucky this time.”

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[rreskk]

HEADCANONS: dating North Yankton Trevor (fem)

TW: angst, smut

-The Midwest was an… interesting time for Trevor. His unreliable nature of starting fights between “gangs”, drug hustling, doing these small-job heists that would have his mugshot printed on every surface in towns, his head being wanted on a stake by the authorities. He was constantly aware and paranoid as there wasn’t a lamppost without his “wanted” poster, alongside his best buddy, Michael.

-He’d use your home as a safe place, and this causes break-ins by warrants, gang-members, people who want Trevor dead. One time you were having sex on the sofa to warm up since the power cut out, and the front door was slammed open.

-This meant you spent the majority of the time sleeping around in motel rooms whenever you were to see him. This avoids your address being the main centre of his whereabouts. But this does strain your relationship. Due to his constant move around, you grew distant as you couldn’t keep up with these new motels and “jobs” he was doing.

-So arguments were common, especially over the phone. The daily “you promised you’d come” by Trevor and your repetitive “I couldn’t. You know that”. Face to face arguments were common as well. Trevor would get fiercely upset when you’d turn up to see him after weeks of no sex or calls. He’d cry, smash things up, snort drugs, sob in your arms until it was all calm. By all means, you spent most of your “hook ups” trying to comfort Trevor and his borderline personality.

-He’s very vocal about you to his crew-members, and sometimes they can be assholes about it. Whenever you go out, he’ll be high and drunk on whatever, laughing alongside his friends as they’d objectify women, hire some hookers who would strip and give them all lap dance. While Trevor wouldn’t accept a lap dance, he’d always drunkenly beg for you to do one in front of everyone so he could “show you off”. If you decline, he’ll get pouty and moody, giving you snarky looks and smoking more drugs out of spite.

-When he wasn’t around any bad influences, he was the funniest and sweetest guy ever. Constant cuddles and dirty jokes that would make you ugly laugh. Trevor would take you out to small diners and you both would rush home to undress and fuck after the sneaky squeezes of your thighs and breasts throughout the dinner.

-Sex would be very involved and needy. The Midwest is always cold and somewhat snowy, so he’s desperate to feel your warm body against his. You’ll find that he uses your tits as pillows and face warmers out of everything. When he’s fucking you stupid, he’d be hiding in between your breasts like his life was depending on it. Hence the constant rashes from moustache and bite marks from his teeth. Because he does it constantly, the marks are beginning to be permanent, scarring you lovingly.

-He would accidentally leave bags of drugs and illegal cash around your house when he does stay over for some nights. You try to end this habit but he always forgets to bring them with him when leaving. This would mean you’d have to travel 2 hours out from the town just to meet him in some shady corner from where he’s staying with his guys. And whenever you weren’t there to support him, Trevor would always look like a horrid mess when he’s out with his buddies for jobs. Uncut mullet, scruffy facial hair, eye bags, new cuts and bruises.

-Trevor doesn’t understand your disgust when he hangs around with his crew. Being so drugged and loyal to his unlawful friends, it definitely causes mishap in your relationship. Michael seems okay but the way he introduces Trevor to new ways of ruining his life, you grew out of favour, causing many arguments between you and Trevor.

-This meant that your relationship was off and on. Breakups after breakups, making up and fucking, a few weeks together and being this happy family, then weeks to almost months where he’s away doing god knows what. Every time you attempt to cut him off completely, he always lures you back with his charms and promises to change. It’s all lies but because he’s so dependent on you, leaving him would put him in an even more suicidal mindset. You wouldn’t bare the idea of losing him, so you’re trapped in this cycle.

-Trevor does attempt to change whatever may be bothered you. Whenever you are invited to hangouts, he’s by your side and (almost always) persuades some sort of alone time in the public toilets… Having you bounce up and down on his cock while he’s calling you “the one and only” and moaning loud enough to make his buddies know. This was his way of reassuring you that he’s always thinking of you.

-You’d know nothing much of his background, even with the amount of time you’ve known him. Trevor refuses to talk about his mother, and he certainly expresses deep hatred when talking about his biologically father. You assumed his mother was quite a figure to him as Trevor, unconsciously, would call you mama and mommy during sex, when he’s close to his climax. Due to his vague answers, you have researched to your ability and made assumptions that he suffers from traumatic mother issues. And you’d mention this during arguments, causing some real problems in his trust.

-But at the end of the day, Trevor refuses to lose sight of you. Even though he’ll spend months on end out of the state, he always returns on your doorstep with this cheeky grin and grabby hands. So you welcome him with open arms since he was someone special to you, despite his assholeness…

#grand theft auto 5 #trevor philips #gta v #grand theft 5 #grand theft auto #gta 5 #trevor gta #grand theft auto v #trevor philips/reader #trevor philips x reader #trevor philips x you #trevor philips headcanons #grand theft auto fanfiction #headcsnons #my headcanons

[romanarose]

Darkness on the Edge of Town: Chapter 2

Joel Miller x reader

Chapter 1

Masterlist

Chapter Summary: You try to get Joel to warm up to you, and Joel learned his rescue may not have gone as planned.

WARNINGS: References to attempted rape (previous chapter) but we don't dwell on it. blowjob, thigh riding, subby!joel, Joel is a grumpy pants but he's getting there.

A/N I kinda had given up on this, but then someone send an anon ask for me, and i got some nice comments on AO3 so here we are. I condensed the story, so sorry if it feels rushed. one or two more chapters after this. I also changes from OC to reader, so if anything in this chapter or the last says "her" or any physical descriptions i missed in the edit, please let me know! I'll do my best to do this story justice!

Joel woke up the way he always did; annoyed. “Quit touching my shit” He grumbled.

You jumped at his voice, stepping away from Joel’s small collection of records. “Sorry” You didn’t look sorry. He didn’t respond.

But you kept talking. “I saw you have Nevermind, that’s pretty impressive.” No response. “My dad had some SoundGarden album, I can't really remember what it was, used to listen to it a lot” When you still didn’t get anything from him, you sighed, and Joel only felt a little bit bad. For the next few hours, you made occasional attempts at conversation, only to be met with absolutely nothing in response. By the later afternoon, you had taken to nearly having a conversation with yourself. This is how Joel found himself lying on the bed staring at the ceiling, listening to you babble on about one thing or another, trying to think of a way to get you to shut up; telling you as such directly hadn’t worked. “Is this your guitar?” You gestured towards the 6 string propped up against the shotty record player. It wasn’t nearly the first question you’d asked that day, but it was the first you didn't answer yourself. He took the opportunity to be snarky. “Whose else would it be?” “You’re girlfriend?” You answered nonchalantly. This got his attention, making him sit up to look at you while you continued looking at the guitar. “What?”

You turned to him and answered like it was so obvious. “Well, you had pads in the bathroom.” A little flush crept up in Joel’s neck. He wasn’t a stranger to them by any means, he had no problem buying them for Sarah, but talking about it with a woman he barely knew was a different story. Joel dodged your eyes, laying back down again. “I don’t have a girlfriend.” “Well, whoever those are meant for then, if they're here enough to need pads and tampons.” Joel had gotten them years ago, found some randomly in an abandoned store, and kept them on hand for Tess in lieu of trading. Joel has long suspected they were no longer relevant to her, but was not about to ask. “Those are for emergencies.” “Ohhhh” You teased. “Got lots of ladies coming and going?” Joel didn’t dignify this with a response. In fact, he refused to dignify every comment and question you made for the next 3 hours with any answer until you began yawning, and Joel took the opportunity to offer you the bed to nap, very happy to have something to get you to shut the hell up for a few hours.

Once he was sure you were out cold, snoring loudly, he radioed a contact. 

 A few hours later, you were up and still annoying him. You had spent the last few hour attempting to work out, jogging in place, pushups, sit ups rationalizing that you would never be able to sleep if you just sat around all day when Joel gave you a look. He couldn’t help but stare a bit when he thought you weren’t looking looking (you were). You were an interesting person to be sure, one of the few that weren’t intimidated by him, chattering away and continuously trying to get some sort of background information from him, something to work with. It was clear you were likely very lonely, but Joel was not the cure for that. He found himself accidentally looking at your ass while you did squats when someone threw rocks at the window, and while Joel tells you not to, you open the window to see a FEDRA guard. “Yeah?” you shout down, before Joel pushes you out of the way, telling the guard to meet him downstairs.

When Joel opens up the door to the apartment building, he takes the bags the guard brought.

“Was that the girl?” He asks.

Joel doesn’t look up, looking through the bags to make sure everything is there. “How many girls do you think I have in my apartment?”

“Ross isn’t happy with you”

“He’s never happy with me” Joel mutters as he pays for what the guard brought.

“No, Joel, he’s furious. It’s not good. He wants her.”

This caught Joel’s attention, and he looked up.

“What do you mean?”

“He’s not gonna let go of this. He thinks she’s his. When the lockdown is over, she’s not out of this.”

Although his face betrayed no emotion, concern was bubbling in him as he shut the door, walking down the hall slowly. For reasons Joel couldn’t place, he felt a duty to her. He intervened in the ally, he allowed her to stay with him, when this was done, he should be able to wash his hands of her…

“You look grumpier than usual.” You comment as he comes in, carrying the bags as you stretched.

“Very observant” Joel retorts. 

“What’s that?” You reference the bags he was unloading onto the cabinets.

“Nothing”

“Did you get more food?”

“No”

But he did, it was clear. Joel had pulled his strings to get more food and necessities for you. 

“Thank you, Joel”

He was struck with the sincerity in her voice, different from the usual chattering, sarcasm, and one way conversations. He continued to put things away as he heard you stand up, trying to ignore you. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I can pay you back, I got some ration cards at home.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Joel reiterated.

Your voice was suddenly very close to him, he could feel your presence behind him. “Or I could pay you back another way.”

Joel quickly started walking away to pretend to do something else, trying to hide the blush on his face. 

You keep distance, not wanting to cage him in, but you do follow him a little as he fucked around the room. 

“Oh come on, how long’s it been?”

“Not that long” he spoke with a little indigence, so you dropped it.

“Just a blow job, it’ll kill some time-”

Joel whipped around. “I didn’t bring you here to take advantage of you”

You softened, taking a careful few steps forward as you did, not trying to overwhelm him, but assure him that he wouldn’t be. “You’re sweet. I think you try to pretend you’re not, but you are. I won’t push it, but it doesn’t have to be in exchange for anything, if that makes you feel better.”

Joel eyed you suspiciously, still on guard. “What do you get out of it?”

You smirk a bit. “I get a lot out of it, I enjoy it”

He scoffed at that. “Sure, you enjoy sucking a guy off.”

“Oh I most definitely do, Joel.” You said with a smile. “The feeling of a thick cock in my mouth, the taste, the smell, the sounds they make-”

“Stop” Joel had his eyes closed and you could tell he was considering it. “I get it.” He opened his eyes and watched you, thinking. “Just a blowjob? And we can call it even?”

“Just a blowjob. Unless you want to fuck me, of course”

He held out hand. “Blowjob is fine.” But he made no move, and you had a feeling you’d be taking the lead; fine by you, you loved to have a man whimpering at your hands. 

“Awesomesauce. Now, let me guess…” You pretended to consider for a moment. “You strike me as more of a ‘laying down’ kind of guy”

As long as you weren’t going crazy, the smallest smile appeared on his face. “How’d you know?”

You laugh loudly, walking towards the bed. “No reason, you just seem like the kind of guy who's in control all the time, and likes to be able to… let go.” 

Joel was absolutely smiling now, no matter how small it was. “Hm. Let’s see how well you can make me let go, before we get too carried away.”

You were thrilled to see a playful side of him, no matter how slight, directing him to lay down on the bed before straddling him, rubbing your crotch over his in the sweatpants he gave you. Out of instinct, Joel reached out to touch you, but you smacked his hands away. “Aht, aht aht. I’m supposed to be making you let go, remember? Let me do my thing, I don’t need any help”

“We’ll see about that”

You were dead set and determined to make Joel give up control, and god, make him smile. You didn’t feel like you owed him sex, like you were pressured in any way; Joel had made it clear he’d simply not talk to you if you'd let him. But you wanted to make him feel good. He’d saved you from something horrific, and great inconvenience himself in the process. You wanted to pay him back in some way or another, and a blowjob was as good as any. You weren’t lying; you enjoyed it.

Rocking your hips on him and enjoying the feeling of him growing hard, you looked down at Joel; his eyebrows were knitted together, lips pursed, and clearly trying to not make it obvious how much he was enjoying this. You brace yourself on his chest, leaning over so your face was close to his, and taking enjoyment in the way his breathing stopped. “Gonna make you feel so good, Joel” you nearly whisper, lips ghosting over his but never touching.

You work yourself down him, slowly crawling back, until your face is right next to his crotch. “Can I?”

You ask, looking up to see his eyes intense, and wide, and heavily trained on you.

“Joel, can I? Yes or no.” You ask, hands tracing the elastic of his pants.

His voice was so, so quiet. “Please.”

You smile. “Don’t gotta beg, sweet boy.”and you cup his full erection as you speak.

It was quiet, but an unmistakable, small whimper from his mouth as you began your ministrations on him through the material before you pulled down his pants, his cock springing free for you.

“Beautiful” You say under your breath. “Fucking beautiful.” He was massive, and you couldn’t wait to actually get him in your mouth. You start with a long lick from the base to the tip, and immediately Joel was writhing under you, and you figured he’d lied when he said it hadn’t been that long… with a deep breath, you begin to sink down on him, taking as much as you could before coming up and going down a second time, repeating this action as you took a little more each time.

You were right, Joel had lied; it had been a long time. There bad been quick fucks here and there, girls he’d been with for a quickie and not much else, only if the timing lined up. Joel didn’t really go around seaking it, especially in the QZ. When he had saved you, no part of him thought of you like this, there was no part of him that wanted to take advantage of you and your vulnerability, but when it was so clear you wanted him… your pretty lips stretched around him, the way your head bobbed, taking more and more and more…. When you buried your face in the hairs at his base, his cock sliding down your throat, he involuntarily bucked his hips up, causing you to gag just a little bit, but nothing you couldn’t take. When you went up for air, he began apoligizing.

“Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

But you cut him off by fitting all of him into your mouth again, expertly working yourself on him, using your right fist to wrap around his base, twisting in time to your mouth, eagerly sucking on him with everything in you. Joel was taking in everything about you, every gluck your throat made, the wet, sloppy sounds, the little moans that showed him yes, yes you were actually enjoying this, you got pleasure from his pleasure alone. He could see you were wriggling on the bed, rubbing your thighs together for friction and despite his insistence that this was just going to be a quick blowjob, he wasn’t the kind of guy to just keep you wanting; he wasn’t that much of an asshole.

Joel sat up and you watched him but did not stop your work, thinking maybe he wanted to touch your ass or tits or something. Instead, Joel picked up your hips, placing you so you straddled his leg, a perfect angle to get yourself off on.

“Please don’t stop,” He whispered as he laid back down. 

“I won’t, honey” Your pet names seemed to get a rise out of him, and you watched him breath in deep before releasing a moan as you picked up speed. Working yourself on him, it didn’t take long to near your orgasm and catch up with him; the sounds Joel made, as much as he tried to suppress them, turn you on indescribably, he almost came, but you pinch the base of his hard cock, stopping him.

“No” Joel whines.

“When you cum, I don’t want you to hold back those sounds, okay?”

Joel didn’t reply, and you watched his chest heaving, struggling as his body begged for touch.

You kiss the peak of stomach that showed from his ridden up shirt, stroking him but slowly.

“Joel, need you to promise me you won’t hide from me, okay?”

“Oh- okay” He breathed out, broad body writhing beneath you.

You continue using his leg to get off. “Promise?”

“Promise, please, god dammit it, please-” The words spilled out in rapid succession, desperation lacing his voice.

“Cum whenever you’re ready, baby, I’m right behind you”

You sunk your mouth back on him, your slick coating your thighs and the inside of Joel’s pants you wore, and Joel tried not to think about how they must smell, how you must taste…

“Fuck, I- I’m- I’m gonna cum” Joel warned, but you didn’t pull away, shooting the thick ropes down your mouth as you came on his leg.  He did as promised and didn’t hold back at all, moaning loudly for you, for you, for you….

As you came down from the high, relaxed against him, you look up at Joel, and find he is, in fact, looking down at you, and you could tell he wasn’t about to say anything until prompted.

“That was fucking hot, Joel”

Panting, he replies, the smallest of smiles on his face. “Yeah. yeah it was.”

You pull up his pants for him, and begin to get up, intending on moving to your chair for the night, but Joel quickly sat up, grabbing your arm. “Wait”

Turning to him with raised eyebrows, you wait for him to say more, but he hesitates, all nervous despite his dick literally being in your mouth a few minutes ago.

“Yes?”

“Well… You could sleep on the bed, if you want…  ain’t tryna cuddle or nothing, but-”

“I’d love to, Joel.” You smile, laying down and getting under the blanket.

Joel wasn’t lying, he wasn’t trying to cuddle, he stayed so far away you thought he’d fall off the bed; but the gesture was sweet, and you enjoyed sharing a bed with someone, even like this. 

When you woke up, Joel’s arm was around you.

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[callsign-phoenix]

I wrote this for my 1.5k follower celebration, I hope you like it!

It is a young!Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x gn!reader blurb, requested by @angstyjellybean.

Thank you @footprintsinthesxnd for proofreading!

The prompt requested is: accidentally knocking your head into someone’s chin.

Warnings: none

You were so madly in love with your boyfriend, and vice versa, that even a day spent in bed looked appealing to you both.

Tom generally had a lot of work to do and you weren’t exactly lazy either, so every chance you had to be together was taken serious- and wholeheartedly.

You liked to be active and adventurous, going hiking, rock climbing or even surfing whenever the weather allowed.

Your favorite way of spending time together though was with his arms wrapped around you, preferably in bed.

He was so strong but also gentle, the weight of his arms just enough to keep you grounded, and the way his thumb ran over your skin soothingly always causing goosebumps to erupt in its wake.

You usually slept with your head on his chest but you also enjoyed whenever you were conscious enough to cherish the feeling, the warmth of his body below yours and the steady rising and falling of his chest below you calmed you instantly.

You could also feel him move his head so his nose was pressed to your hair, inhaling your natural smell as well as your shampoo.

It always filled you with pride whenever he did it because it meant that he too was drawing comfort from you.

The two of you liked to watch tv like that, though neither of you properly listened when in that state, or you talked about anything and everything, rather humming and whispering than that your voices had actual volume.

You loved the quiet moments, and you knew Tom cherished them too.

With how busy the two of you were at work you really loved the quiet moments, because you could spend them with each other.

You spent hours watching tv like that, letting yourself calm down and almost falling asleep in the process.

Your eyes were falling shut repeatedly before Tom addressed you, a soft mumble leaving his lips as his thumb gently grazed your arm.

“Hey, honey?” He asked, and you turned to look at him, sitting up just as he shifted in his seat, your head connecting with his chin as the two of you let out simultaneous cries of surprise.

You held your forehead for a second but the moment your eyes met Tom’s the two of you broke out into laughter.

After a few seconds you both settled down, sitting there facing each other.

Tom took your hands in his and just took time to look at you, his eyes warm and his gaze loving.

He chuckled softly before shaking his head, his eyes still not leaving yours.

“I just wanted to ask you to marry me,” he whispered, and after a nod from you the two of you again started laughing.

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[fixfoxnox]

I desperately need a missing pieces sequel where Roach accidentally whipped soap and ghost too hard and girl bosses too close to the sun lmao

Honestly the way this could mean that you want Roach to get fucked or get kidnapped like Gaz implied is keeping me very entertained sjsjjs

However, I have decided to go with what I believe is the safer option (Roach getting fucked)

Missing Pieces (2)

Warnings: Dubious consent (Roach is a little tipsy when things happen), making out, implied and slightly explicit NSFW (no full smut, just some heavy kissing and petting)

Roach shook his hands out, nerves eating at his chest as he looked at the small cafe where he'd agreed to meet with Ghost and Soap. Jackson had tried to comfort him over the phone, insisting that the two men were probably just as nervous, if not more, than he was. He didn't really believe it.

Sure, he understood that they were starstruck with him the previous night, he understood that they apparently had a bit of a "celebrity crush" on him. None of that meant that they'd like him once they'd actually spent some time around him. None of that meant that he would actually have a shot with them.

He gave a deep sigh at the thought, running his hands over his face with a groan. What if they didn't even show up? The thought made him sink into his seat further, his hands beginning to shake slightly. He briefly considered just leaving, just avoiding the possibility of fucking anything up.

But, he countered himself, if he just left, then there was no possibility of getting back to them. If he stayed, he would at least have a chance. With that thought in mind, he took in several deep breaths before climbing out of the car he'd rented and shaking his hands out as he started inside.

He was ten minutes early, so he was more than surprised to walk in and find Soap and Ghost already inside waiting for him. He hadn't seen them come in, so how long exactly had they been waiting?

Soap spotted him immediately, waving him over to their table with a grin on his face and a blush rising to his cheeks. Roach could see the red that dusted the tops of Ghost's cheeks as well. It calmed him somewhat to see the two men looking just as nervous as he felt. Anything that he was worried about and he was sure they were likely worried about something similar.

The physical reminder that these two men were just as nervous as he was allowed Roach to finally calm his nerves a bit. With one last deep breath in, he gave a bright grin and made his way towards the two men, the confidence from the night before flooding back into him.

It turned out that Roach had nothing to worry about. After getting the usual first-date awkwardness out of the way, the three fell in with one another as though it was just in their nature to be together. Roach didn't think he'd felt so happy in years.

Several hours later and they'd moved away from the cafe, taking their little date to a cute little bar as the night slowly moved in to replace the light of day. Roach found himself pressed between Ghost and Soap, tipsy little giggles escaping his lips as he listened to the two of them playfully argue with one another.

He was feeling rather warm, though certainly not from the heat of the building. Soap had an arm around his shoulders and was tucked close against his side as he spoke to Ghost. Ghost had a hand resting on his upper thigh, letting his thumb rub little circles there. That plus the slight bit of alcohol in his system was setting his system alight with warmth and tempting him to invite the men back to his hotel room with him.

He leaned further into Soap, taking another sip from his drink as he tuned back into the conversation happening around him. "-which is exactly why Price doesn't trust you alone with the explosives on base."

"You accidentally set off a few things of c4 one time," Soap rolled his eyes, "Every other time I'm a professional."

"A professional pyro maybe," Ghost snorted, "The excitement he gets in his eyes anytime we tell him he can blow something up?" He shook his head carefully, "You'd think we'd just offered to take a kid to Disney."

Another short giggle left Roach's mouth. He tilted his head back so that he could look at Soap with a grin, "Now that I would like to see."

"Oh you should see Ghost when he finally manages to wiggle his way into driving," Soap chuckled, "A terrifying experience to have him behind the wheel, Bug."

Roach turned to look at Ghost and the offended face that he wore was enough to send him into another fit of laughter. The two other men watched him for a moment, amusement and affection in their eyes. "I don't know that you'll be able to drive when we leave," Ghost spoke carefully."

"I've only had two drinks," Roach started, "I'm just a little giggly is all."

"Only a little?" Soap ran his hand up and down his arm for a moment, a small smile on his face, "You still shouldn't drive, even if you're only a little giggly."

"Fair," he finally conceded. They were right, even if it was only a little he certainly shouldn't be behind the wheel.

"We'll call you a car," Soap started carefully, Roach was quick to cut him off.

"Or," He avoided their gazes, his skin still feeling hot, "You two could drive me back to my hotel? Make sure I get up to the room alright?"

There was a pause, neither of the men said anything for a long moment before finally, Soap asked carefully, "Roach, are you inviting us back to your room?"

Roach took in a stuttered breath before looking up at the men with an innocent smile, "Yes."

It was like a flip had switched in both of the men and, within a second, Roach found himself with Ghost's tongue invading his mouth and Soap's teeth scraping against his neck.

He gave a low moan into the kiss, feeling Ghost's hand on his thigh slide higher and higher until it was just sitting temptingly beside his crotch. One of Soap's hands had snuck under the edge of his shirt, just feeling along the skin right above the waistband of his pants. This attention only lasted a few moments, just a few moments of the almost mind-bending affection being laved over him.

When the men pulled away, Roach found himself being hauled up from the couch and guided toward the exit of the bar, Soap and Ghost's hands on the small of his back to guide him.

When they arrived at the van that the men had arrived in, likely borrowed from their base, Soap tossed the keys to Ghost. Ghost raised an eyebrow at him, "Thought I was a shit driver?"

Soap herded Roach into the back of the van, following behind him quickly, "You are, but you'll get us there faster." Ghost got into the driver's seat with no further complaint.

The drive was a bit of a blur for Roach, his mouth locked in a heated kiss with Soap's practically the entire way there. Soap had muttered something about "keeping him distracted" and he'd found himself practically laid back on the seat of the van, Soap between his legs ravaging his mouth.

The men managed to, mostly, keep their hands to themselves on their way up to Roach's hotel room, but as soon as the door to the room was unlocked they were back on him.

The door closed behind them with a loud thud, but Roach couldn't focus on that, he could only focus on the sensations that seemed to be surrounding him. He was pressed tight between the two men, enough that he could feel their growing arousal pressed against him.

Soap was in front of him, his hands working on the button and zipper of their pants as his mouth sucked dark marks onto the skin of Roach's neck. Ghost was pressed up behind him, his hands teasing Roach's nipples under his shirt as the two explored each other's mouths.

Roach could only pant against their mouths, little moans and whines escaping his throat at the overwhelming feelings surrounding him. "The things we want to do to you," Soap muttered against his neck, "Fuck, the things we're going to do to you." His hand finally slipped under the waistband of his trousers and Roach could do nothing but let the two men take him apart however they saw fit.

Roach woke up in the morning pressed between two warm bodies. His lower half felt delightfully sore and there were bruising marks that traced over his entire body.

He managed to shakily extract himself from the bed and stumble to the bathroom. He had to use the wall as help several times, a fact that left his face feeling bright red. Still, he made it to the bathroom where he could flick the light on and get a good look at himself.

He looked an absolute mess. Marks littered every inch of his skin, bruises in the shape of handprints painted his thighs and hips, his hair was its usual nest, and his lips were still a kissed-red color. He gave a little huff of embarrassment, but it was nothing that makeup and the right clothes wouldn't be able to cover for his show that night.

He stumbled back into the room, making his way over to the small phone as quickly and quietly as he could. His goal was to call in for room service for the three so that they could spend a bit longer in bed together, a thought that made him feel warm again.

He dialed the number quickly and only waited a second before someone picked up. "Room Service, how may we help you?"

"Hi, I'm in room 326-" Roach stopped suddenly, horror filling him.

"Sir?" Roach slammed the phone back down onto the receiver and slapped a hand over his mouth. After a moment he slowly removed it and tested his voice again.

As he spoke, he could feel his entire body turning red as embarrassment, horror, and an odd sense of satisfaction filled him. His voice was scratchy and broke with every word, his throat was delightfully sore from the abuse it had received the previous night. This was very much not good. Very not good at all. How was he supposed to tell his manager that he couldn't perform that night? How was he supposed to explain that he'd temporarily ruined his voice because he'd been too eager to please the men currently resting in his bed?

He cursed himself lowly. He'd fucked up and now he was going to have to make the most embarrassing phone call of his life.

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[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: matt murdock x gn reader

req: no | wc: 940

summary: Yet another night he comes home injured, and yet another night you spend restlessly cleaning his wounds. 

warnings: injuries, blood, pain, mentions of violence

a/n: I apologize for the shirtless pic, if it requires an apology

Matt Murdock’s work schedule was just like the rest of the world. After all, he was a normal citizen. He woke up early each morning, mindful not to wake you up—not that he needed to, for your work often led you into a deep slumber each night. He did his own work, at the office, helping the people and upholding justice through the law. Then, once the hard office hours were done, he was home each evening.

Yours was much different. Your mornings, well, they weren’t spent much at all. Instead, you slept through them, getting up at the same time as Matt came back from his lunch hour. Then, as Matt came home, you left it. You worked throughout the evening and still throughout the night. By the time the clock struck twelve, you continued to work for a few more hours, until you came home just two hours before dawn. 

Your mornings, your afternoons, and your evenings were spent largely apart. When the weekdays gave way and the weekend came ‘round, and when it wasn’t a pressing order to visit the office, still you were apart. The day simply broke apart beneath your sleep schedule. 

There was a time when you tried to stay up for Matty, when on Fridays you came home and slept as best you could before waking with him. The lack of sleep stayed evident, then, and you were sluggish throughout the entire day. Regardless, you tried for him, even if it meant your eyes grew sore and your limbs listless. It only took two weeks for Matty to beckon you back to sleep and live your life as you should.

Had you not had a common ground in the early hours before dawn, your relationship would’ve been far from good, though it had only been found after much time.

Daredevil worked the graveyard shift. He began his work when it was most dangerous, when most shops closed and its workers were left to walk home under the guidance of the moon and warm streetlights. He upheld justice much the same as Matt Murdock did, but he did it with his own hands. Then, beaten and bruised yet satisfied with his earnings (the safety of the people) he returned home.

When Daredevil returns and leaves Matt in his wake, you return home too.

Even then, though, your work is not over.

“Stay still.” 

Matt does not intend to disobey you, but when the disinfectant comes across the fresh cuts of the night, he can’t help but flinch.

You’d think that, after months of being the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, its protector through and through against evildoers of the night, he’d be used to the feeling of disinfectant. However, these were wounds he had grown used to, yet wounds he hadn’t grown to tolerate just yet.

You sat on a chair pulled from the kitchen table as he sprawled on the couch; his chest, already littered with old scars of faded grays and faint reds, having fallen victim to you and your soaked cloth. 

He felt your hand as it worked away at healing his injuries across his pecs, then trail down to his abdomen and its own wounds. But most of all, he watched your face in its focus as best he could.

World on fire. He so wished he could see you, watch the features that adorned your face and made it up as a whole. He’d always wished it; but always, he knew that the wish would never come true. 

When you wiped at the nonexistent dirt on your cheek and accidentally left behind new dirt, blood of his, across your skin, he frowned. He could smell it, smell its metallic stain in the medley of your smell.

He already didn’t want his work as Daredevil and his life as Matt Murdock blending together. They were, to him, oil and water. Having you care for him was enough. Leaving stains of his justice on you was crossing the line.

He didn’t let it get to him, though. The solution was simple. He wiped his finger across your cheek, wiping the blood away, and cupped your cheek in consolation.

You sighed, leaning against his hand impossibly closer as you finished up with the last of his wounds.

Through the stinging pain and the muddling of his lives, Matt was glad to have you to care for him. No longer did he have to tend to his own wounds or hope that the ones he couldn’t quite reach would be alright.

“Matty, you gotta turn over.” You remind him of the cuts on his back.

“Mhm.” He agrees, but he doesn’t move just yet. “Just… just give me a minute.”

He sat up, ignoring the pain that came with the movement, and moved closer to you. Then, he pressed his lips to yours but for a moment. Though a moment it lasted, it felt just long enough for him.

“Thank you.” He says.

“For?” Curiously, you ask.

“Everything.” He replies, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

You chuckle, “You’re welcome.” and take your toll, pressing your lips in a kiss long enough for your liking, the previous one being shorter than you’d wanted.

When you part, he turns to lay on his front obediently.

Later, after you’d finished cleaning his back and then his legs and beckoned him for a shower, you’d lay in bed to sleep together. 

Later, he’d thank you again.

Later, you’d take another toll, another kiss, and then you’d bid each other goodnight.

The next night, the next two hours before sunrise, the cycle would begin anew.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x gn reader #daredevil x reader #daredevil x gn reader #marvel x reader #marvel x gn reader #🌸 // success! #💞 // darlings #🎟 // daredevil #🎫 // matt #🎫 // matt murdock

[all-hail-trash-prince]

Heterothermic

Chapter 1: The Question

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Family fluff, mutant biology speculation

Read on Ao3

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It all started with an innocent question.

"Are you guys warm-blooded?"

"Huh?"

Donnie looked up from the roller blades he was modifying for Cass, at April who had asked the sudden question.  She didn't usually hang out in his lab, but the two of them hadn't spent much time together recently, so she had decided to stick around and chat for a bit.

April continued, "'Cause cold-blooded animals usually move slow at night since their muscles get stiff.  But you guys go out at night all the time and it never seems to slow you down."

A small, thoughtful frown crossed Donatello's face. "Huh.  I… don't actually know."

"Oh." April shrugged. "Okay." And she promptly forgot about the topic.

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Two days later, and April was deep in the middle of a chess match with Leo.  Sure, she was losing horribly, but she wasn't the kind of person to give up so easily.  So when Donnie slammed open the lab door hard enough to make April jump and accidentally knock over half the pieces on the board, she groaned in disappointment.

"Heterothermic!" he yelled, seemingly to no one in particular.

"Um… hooray?" guessed Leo.

Donnie rushed over to April, shoving a stack of papers filled with line graphs and incomprehensible scribbles of writing towards her.  "We're heterothermic," he repeated excitedly. "That means we have aspects of both warm and cold blooded creatures!" He jabbed a finger at a graph with a wavy line that meant absolutely nothing to anyone else in the room. "I've been tracking our body temperatures for the past few days, and when we're awake our bodies are able to maintain a near constant level of heat like warm-blooded creatures, but once we go to sleep our temperature begins to vary with the environment!"

April looked at Donnie's eye bags and rumpled gear. "Uh-huh… And when was the last time you went to sleep?"

"That's not important," he said flatly.

"Hang on," interrupted Leo. "How exactly were you tracking our temperatures this whole time?"

"Also not important."

"Wait - are you the reason I woke up freezing my ass off this morning!?"

"The point is," continued Donnie, completely ignoring Leo's question, "we are a perfect balance between turtle and human in this way.  It's honestly fascinating and I can't believe I haven't looked this closely into mutant biology already."

"How about this," April offered, sweeping the abandoned chess pieces back into their container. "You go get a few hours of sleep, and I'll look up some cool turtle facts for you to test out when you wake up."

Donnie nodded excitedly and rushed back off the way he came, probably to neatly file away his research before going to bed.

April and Leo just stared after him with the feeling that this was only the beginning of a very large amount of chaos.

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1: The Question | 2: Spiny Softshell | 3: Red-Eared Slider | 4: Brumation (Extra) | 5: Shedding (Extra) | 6: Alligator Snapper | 7: Ornate Box

#heterothermic #rottmnt #fic #thats right bitches its going up on tumblr #hope you like my silly guesses as to how mutant turtle biology might possibly work because thats what literally the entire fic is #will edit the chapter links at the bottom as more are posted #oh also if the ao3 link is broken just give it a day or two. it shoukd be back up soon

[chasing-the-persea]

Here's my rough draft of my pjo fic! It follows the story of Koralia Jackson, Percy and Annabeth's daughter, as she tries to find her place in a world where her parents are legendary heroes and everyone expects her to follow in their footsteps.

As this is a rough draft things get kind of confusing, the pacing is worse than a three-legged race, there's a few accidentally time-traveling tenses, and two narrator shifts (which i've marked). basically, good luck!

i do plan on posting the other four chapters ive drafted for this eventually but, in all honesty, it's going to take a bit to get them even somewhat readable and im only posting these because i lost the motivation to keep writing so like. it may be a month before i share chapter two.

also, there's very vaguely described/implied panicking, character deaths, and drowning.

GRIP OF FATE

CHAPTER 1

It's 1:48 in the morning and Koralia Jackson can't sleep. She's been tossing and turning for hours. Tomorrow is her last day of summer school. If she manages to survive it, she'll be a sixth grader.

If.

She's done her best to prepare: she spent all afternoon doing the last bit of homework her teachers assigned, double-checking it, then triple-checking just to be sure. Her clothes, carefully chosen to avoid being dress-coded, were laid out flat to prevent wrinkles. Her books were already in her backpack, as was her chapstick, extra pencils and pens, hair ties, bandages, and granola bars. Everything she could need was packed. So why was she still so nervous?

Maybe because of the mysterious phone call her parents received that evening.

It wasn't the fact that her parents got a call so late. They volunteered at an organization that helps kids in foster care, and a late call often meant a kid was needing an emergency placement for a night or two.

No, what was mysterious was that after the call, her parents barely said anything the rest of the night. The atmosphere in the house - normally warm, easy, and homely - turned cautious and cold. Her parents were distant; something obviously was bothering them, but when Koralia asked about it they assured her there was nothing wrong. You know how adults can be while talking about something they don't want you to overhear.

Tired of not getting answers, and maybe hoping the extra sleep helps tomorrow go better, Koralia had gone to bed early. Besides, if it was important her parents would have told her what the call was about, right?

Hours later, she wasn't so sure anymore. Hundreds of questions have run through her head and all it's done is get her nerves even more worked up. The only thing she is certain of is that if she lays down for another minute she's going to scream. So, wrapped in a blanket cloak, she tip-toes upstairs for some chamomile tea. She can't help noticing the front door is locked and their dog Mrs. O'Leary is on the porch and laying in front of it.

Mrs. O'Leary wouldn't hurt a fly, but you wouldn't believe it if you saw her. She's like their own Clifford, if Clifford was a mastiff with fur black as night. When she barks it echoes for miles across the empty farmland around them. Koralia's dad jokingly calls her a hellhound because of it. In reality, she's just a big sweetie—emphasis on big. Her dad only puts her outside to run off energy and scare away any unwanted strangers when kids are staying the night. Whatever reason she was outside tonight, it didn't help Koralia's nerves.

It also didn't help when a sobbing scream cut through the silent house like a knife. After nearly jumping a foot in the air she looked towards the two guest bedrooms for the source of the sound, but they were empty; no kids staying the night after all. The cry had come from another floor up. Her parents' room. One of them must be having a nightmare—an all too common occurrence in the Jackson household.

Desperate to overcome her nervous energy, Koralia sips her chamomile tea and looks outside. She realizes there's one thing she hasn't done, one thing that's sure to make everything better: star-gazing.

She tip-toes back downstairs for her glasses, then outside to her hammock. She knew she should be cautious, especially for whatever reason Mrs. O'Leary was outside. But to protect Koralia was why she was out there in the first place, no?

Besides, it was a perfect night.

The air was cool for summer but the dense cover of humidity leftover from the day took away any chill. A gentle breeze blew from the east, surrounding her with the warm scent of growing crops. Fireflies lazily danced in the air, glittering in the twilight. Bullfrogs croaked mournfully in a nearby pond. Whip-poor-wills and screech owls called to each other from trees lining fence rows. If someone listened close enough they could hear the chittering of bats flying around.

Then, of course, there was the reason for going outside in the first place: the stars. The sky was crystal clear. The moon was just beginning to rise, and being so far in the country meant minimal light pollution. Stars light up the night, their violent blazes becoming a soft twinkle in the distant heavens. It made no difference to them if an eleven-year-old girl was having trouble sleeping. Their performance had started millennia ago, before life itself, and would continue long after everyone was gone. Every night the same thing, over and over again, for eternity.

(Not the same every night, Koralia reminded herself. Everything was always moving, on a cosmic scale. She was just too impossibly irrelevant to see anything more than a minuscule change in her lifetime. Not that that thought comforted her any.)

Their consistency is why Koralia liked them so much; the stars were dependable. In a life where everything is constantly moving or changing, it was a comfort to know one could look up and always find their way.

As her eyes found the familiar constellations, she recalled stories her mom had for each one. Straight upwards was Hercules, the mighty hero. A little further down, and to the northwest was Draco, the dragon; Cygnus, the goose; The bears Ursa Major and Minor, with their Big and Little Dippers. Andromeda was nearing the horizon, chased by Cassiopeia, and Perseus had nearly disappeared. Koralia's personal favorite, The Huntress, was rising in the east.

With the soft, comforting words of her mom running through her head, Koralia was asleep before long. And her own nightmare began.

<narrator shift, first-person Koralia's POV>

It started the way it always did. My family and I are swimming in a nearby creek, something we’ve done hundreds of times before. I had even invited some friends I made in kindergarten that year to come with us. The creek itself is one of the smaller ones in the area; it disappears completely during dry spells. But that doesn’t mean there weren't any deep spots or areas with a fast current due to the shallows.

One of my friends is begging me to go to one of the deeper spots with her. She wants to talk about the crush she has on a boy in her class and doesn’t want my brother Evan to overhear. He’s four years old, two years younger than me. My parents don’t like me leaving him out of things, but there are only so many places you can go that he can follow.

As much as I hate to admit it, I was getting tired of him whining and clinging to me like a monkey. I tell him to stay near the shore where Mom and Dad are setting up lunch. It’s shallower there, and we can play his favorite game of seeing who could find the most crawdads when we get back. But he’s not listening. He keeps following us further and deeper.

“Evan, go see Mom and Dad. We’ll be back in a couple minutes, I promise!”

“But Kora, I wanna go with you!”

I don’t know how it happened. The nightmare always gets fuzzy at this point. I don't know what's real anymore and what my mind has made up trying to make sense of everything. Maybe he jumped onto my back as a last resort to stay above the surface. Maybe I tried to shove him off. I dimly remember something grabbing my waist and pulling me backward, then my head hitting something hard on the creek bed. Someone screams. Everything goes black.

It only lasts a couple of seconds, but they feel like a lifetime. Slowly it starts to get brighter. I hear a hissing-humming sound, like someone whispering. I open my eyes but there’s a murky-green darkness all around. I take a breath and water fills my nose instead. I panic.

Where-am-I, where-am-I, underwater. Underwater? Not good. Not-good-not-good-not-good. Don’t-breathe-head-hurts-need-help? Help. HELP!

I kick as hard as I can. I reach up–was the water always this deep?–and I don’t break the surface. I’m sinking? Something grabs my hand. Dad? In my head, I hear his reassuring voice.

"It’s okay, I’ve got you now. You’re safe."

Then Mom is standing over me. She’s looking away, one hand to her mouth, tears running down her face. She has her other arm around a friend, who’s hugging her tightly. I’m laying down somewhere. It’s hard and bumpy. The bank of the creek? I rub the back of my head. My hand comes back red and sticky. Very not good. I attempt to sit up and the world starts spinning. A wave of nausea overwhelms me and it takes all I have to stop it.

Now Dad is here, relief washing over his face. But it doesn't wash away his red eyes, that even now are flitting toward the creek.

People keep popping up, asking if I'm alright. I hear others call out, "Not over here, either. Mr. Hendrick is still searching his branch of the creek."

"What's going on?" I ask. No one meets my eyes. I remember the scream and think of all the faces I saw looking at me, and whose face I didn't.

"Where's Evan? Is he okay, is he alright?" Nobody talks. My chest is hollow.

"What happened? Where's Evan?!" Mom looks to Dad, seeing if he's going to say anything. Now that his relief had worn off, he almost looked numb. But his fists were clenched and shaking, and his eyes were so full of anger they could have set the creek on fire.

Mom bent down and gently took my hand. Tears were already falling on her cheeks. She took a deep, quivering breath and said, "There was an accident in the water. We don't know how it happened but you fell and hit your head...and Evan got caught in the deep current after following you. Both of you went under...you're the only one who came back up.

"Everyone's been searching downstream, the water patrol is on the way, but..." Mom broke down, no longer able to hold back her sobs. Dad tore his eyes away from the creek and grabbed Mom in a hug. He spoke for her, but his anger was still evident as he spits out, "Evan was taken by the current. All we can do now is pray he's found."

<narrator shift, reverting to the previous POV>

But Evan was never found, and five years later Koralia still blames herself for his death. As much as her parents tell her that it wasn't her fault, she will always believe deep down that it was. After that, Koralia refuses to go in water any deeper than her ankles for fear of drowning.

Tonight finally had mercy on her. She was woken from her nightmare by a ball of light shooting across the sky; the biggest meteorite Koralia's ever seen. The amazing sight brought a cheerful ease to her heavy heart, and she found herself smiling when Mrs. O'Leary ran in the direction it was falling, like she was chasing a giant tennis ball. Koralia nodded off once again, and this time no nightmares interrupted her rest.

#grip of fate fic #percy jackson #annabeth chase #koralia jackson #persea posts

[opheliaweeps]

heyhey y’all

here it is, the first installment for ‘I wish I could’ve said’ and uh, well, it’s a long one (whoops). the next few won’t be as long, I just had, like, a few extra things to say to this person. enjoyyy.

i wish i could've said: intro | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

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here’s a letter to the girl I met on the third day of my first year at university. I was late to class, you had an empty seat next to you, and we were both hopelessly confused by school already. you were missing your mother tongue and your mother’s cooking, ghar ka khana, and i had accidentally packed too much food, an extra spoon, and the little bit of my culture that is the same as yours. bas, what else is left to be said after that?

here’s a letter to the girl I went to all of my classes with, sat next to every hour I was on campus. we talked about loving family and missing old friends. we worked on projects, complained about other classmates, and laughed till we cried. i would bring extra food and an extra spoon, and we would sit side-by-side everyday and eat and talk until my dabba was empty.

here’s a letter to the girl who I would walk with even when we met more and more people, started making more friends too. we worked together on partner projects, started arguing. but we still laughed and made memories saath-saath. we got good grades on our joint assignments and cried over our shitty midterm marks. I still brought too much food and too many spoons, and the tears from our eyes and stories from our lips would fall into that quickly-emptied box for me to take home and keep.

here’s a letter to the girl who hurt me and who I hurt. we fought after one of our projects got a bad mark because of a typo. we fought after a whole night spent awake working on a construction project with two other people, running on pizza and coffee and shitty naps. I slept for thirty minutes in a sad office chair. I let you sleep for three hours on a wooden bench with your jacket under your head and my jacket keeping you warm. we fought when I decided I wanted to work on the last partner project of the term alone, because we fought so much on the previous one that it almost broke me. yaar, maine kitna bharosa kara tha tujhpe. I trusted you. I didn’t want to take a sledgehammer to one of the best relationships of my life, and besides, we were still eating from the same bowl everyday.

but you did that for us, when you sent me a couple of long texts and I sent a few back, and we never spoke about them again for the last two weeks of school. you did that, when I came to campus at the start of the new term to find you nowhere, when I texted you wondering where you were only for you to tell me after the fact that you had transferred out of the program, hope we can still meet up! you did that, and for the next month I was broken and left with nothing but a text thread that was never active again and photographs from when you came to my house for diwali.

you did that. and even though I was at fault too, I still tried to fix it, fix us. know that without understanding that I did what I could, I would not have healed. you reopened a jagged heart-scar I thought had healed a long time ago. now I know if it didn’t work out, it just wasn’t meant to be.

so this is a letter to the girl who I thought would be in my life forever, the friend who supports me in tough times and takes me book-shopping if I’m feeling down. all I have now are the memories, but know this: I’ll always love the girl I remember from the beginning, the one I met who was lit golden by the sun and missing home. I hope you’re eating well.

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I’m not sure what kind of letter this was supposed to be, if it was a love letter or a goodbye letter or something in between. I guess I’ll leave that for you to figure out. you were always the one to make decisions for the both of us.

#jyot writes #my writing #my stuff #I wish I could’ve said #platonic love #heartbreak #lost letters #vent #there will be no consistent updates to this collection I’m warning you #no this isn’t a romantic love letter #never was romantic never would’ve been romantic

[munsontm]

Please give Great Uncle Wayne babysitting duty (workingmanwayne)

@workingmanwayne

It was the first summer he'd seen since rehab. Things were odd, slowly returning to normal, but still strange. He still woke up fuzzy-brained and exhausted, like he hadn't slept through the night and had instead been out drinking whole bottles of vodka again, chased with thousands of dollars worth of cocaine. The doc said that feeling would continue for a while despite his clean system, but he also had some brain thing called ADHD. He asked if it could kill him. When the doc said no, he stopped caring about it. They were supposed to help him with drugs and alcohol, not his wild brain. He didn't need a professional to tell him his brain was wired differently. That'd been well documented for years. All he wanted was to go home. Well, to the new home, Steve had been preparing in his absence with uncle Wayne. A fresh start, they called it.

The fresh start is nice. It's by the perfect California beach with an oak decking that leads down to the sand and far enough outside Los Angeles that they needed a car to drive into the city. There's peace and quiet; it's pretty beautiful, actually. "You don't gotta go back to Indiana, ya know?" Eddie proposed to his uncle one morning when they were sat together on the deck bench, warm summer sunlight streaming over them, and Eddie's three kids over the way playing noisily in a paddling pool he and Wayne spent the previous hour blowing up, then filling it with water. Joany waved at them from the pool's edge, seeking their attention to watch her splash about like she'd done something impressive. According to the little miss herself, she was meant to be a dragon. It made Eddie laugh. Yeah, she was his blood, alright, and he made sure she knew she was the most fearsome dragon of all. "They'd love for you to stay here," he continued, gesturing to the kids while lighting a cigarette. Rehab might have kicked his habit of the hard stuff, but the cigarettes kept him sane and away from temptations.

"Permanently, m'saying. Stay in Cali permanently." Wayne had been invaluable the past few months, from convincing Eddie into rehab in the first place for the sake of his family to helping his son-in-law with their trio of feral goblins. Neither Sam nor Rian were related to Wayne by blood or Eddie. But they'd been Wayne's grandsons and Eddie's kids since the moment they were born. To the boys and Joan, Wayne was gramps and paw paw and hearing it made Eddie smile every single time. Sometimes he slipped and would refer to Wayne as his dad, then get embarrassed about it. Wayne also gained another son when Eddie unofficially married Steve in 1991. The point was that they were all family. Not the ideal family society wanted them to have. No, their family was much better than that.

Eddie leaned back, head turned up to release a puff of smoke into the bright blue sky, basking momentarily in the rays. He never quite appreciated the sun as much as he did now. Funny what an accidental overdose did to a person. "There's plenty of room for you. Honestly, I think Steve bought the place with you in mind." Satan bless his husband and his domestic inclinations. Yet, Eddie could not bring himself to say that maybe he needed Wayne there too. After everything, he still felt like a burden to his uncle, causing him nothing but worry and grief. "Would you at least think about it, please?" Finally, he looked over at the elder Munson with pleading eyes as the very image of the miniature version suddenly skipped over to them, soaking wet from the water. Eddie tossed his cigarette into the fancy-ass marble ashtray Steve had gotten. He never did understand his husband's love of fine decor, but he loved him all the same.

Grabbing a nearby towel, Eddie scooped Joan up into his lap, though not without a noticeable tremble in his arms, the strain hidden well in his adoring smile. "Hey, short stuff. Pretty sure that paw paw over here just announced his intentions to make everyone pancakes." Armed with an excited four-year-old and their matching smiles, how could grandpa say no? Then Joan quickly called to her big brothers that Wayne was making pancakes, and Eddie knew he'd won amidst the childish screams of delight. He shrugged just a bit smugly at Wayne, while silently mouthing...

Sorry, dad.

#workingmanwayne #v. volume 6 / arc: los angeles feat. harringtontm #i got halfway through this last night...and accidentally exited out of it. :') #hopefully this version is as good...or better lol #drugs tw

[bondedtrauma]

elli’s birthday bash 2k22.    /    accepting.

    @combatarts​ asked  :     ‘ elli. ’  byleth calls her over quietly, holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand.  ‘ i heard your birthday was coming up so i grew some flowers for you. ’  he’d spent many hours in the greenhouse tending to them, so he was glad they looked alright.  ‘ i also got you something while i was in town the other day. ’  it wasn’t much, but in the small box he hands her sits a small bracelet with a few dangling charms from it, supposedly meant to protect the wearer.  ‘ and if there’s anything you’d like to do or anywhere you’d like to go, i happen to be free this afternoon. ’

            when    looking    at    her    friend    ,    her    heart    feels    so    warm    .    she    wishes    that   she    could    speak    to    her    past    self    when    she    first    enrolled    here    ,    and    show    the    younger    what    kind    of    beautiful    things    would    come    from    her   time    studying     here   .   she    almost    can’t    even    believe    there    were    days    when    she    regret    moving    .    right    now    ,    she    can’t    imagine    her    life    like    anything    else    .    she    smiles    so    widely    while    she    walks    up    to    the    other    ,    hands    lifting    to    press    over    her    mouth    in    anxious    excitement    .    she    didn’t    expect    gifts    . . .     !    ❝    oh  ,  byleth  ,  they’re gorgeous  !    ❞    she    can’t    imagine    how    long    they    took    to    grow    ━━     how    much    work    he    must’ve    put    in    ,    despite    all    of    his    other    daily    tasks    .    she    pulls    her    hand    back    ,    gently    brushing    her    fingertips    across    the    edge    of    one    of    the    flower    petals    .    it’s    so    soft    [   . . .   ]    /    while    she    doesn’t    have    a    green    thumb    ,    she’ll    make    sure    to    run    by    the    library    later    and    grab    a    book    on    plant    life    .

            she    takes    the    box    offered    ,    and    feels    her    heart    begin     to    pound    .    it    looks    expensive    ━━     the    thought    of    him    overspending    on     her    is    no    laughing    matter    !    she    carefully    opens    it    ,    cautious    as    to    not    accidentally    dropping    it    .    the    bracelet    takes    her    breath    away    entirely    .    she    brushes    her    thumb    across    the     charm    ,    a    soft    exhale    following    .    her    lips    part    to    try    an    argue    her    own    value     ;     why    he    should    gift    this    to    someone    he    finds    much    more    important    .    such    an    expensive    thing    should    be    reserved    ,    right   . . .   ?    but    ,    when    she    looks    up    at    him   ━━    his    proud    expression    when    he    sees    her    ━━     elli    suddenly    understands    ,    and    her    heart    swells    .    ❝    it  -  it’s beautiful  .  thank you  .    ❞    she    repeats    .    she    has    to    fight    the    tears    attempting    to    well    up    at    the    edges    of    her    eyes    .    she    laughs    softly   ,    wiping    the    edge    of    her    palm    against    her    eye    .    embarrassing    .    ❝    would you like to come fishing with me later  ,  then  . . .   ?    ❞

#ii. ⊱ elli laiou. › ic. #( i should probably make her a birthday tag but WHATEVER too much effort ) #( THIS WAS SO CUTE WAAAAAH im so excited to answer the other ones u sent too ;w; they have me CRYIN ) #ii. ⊱ elli laiou. › rel / byleth eisner. #( sets this down.....important revelation for her LOL ) #ii. ⊱ elli laiou. › verse / fire emblem: three houses.

[ask-artsy-oncie]

My official pitch for why I deserve the rights to the Chipmunks IP - I would put them back into 2D where they belong ♡

#Alvin and the Chipmunks #The Chipmunks #The Chipettes #Alvin Seville #Simon Seville #Theodore Seville #Brittany Miller #Jeanette Miller #Elanore Miller #I would also not whitewash the chipettes anymore to be quite frank #Josiemod Draws #These were meant to be warm-ups and I accidentally spent a few hours on them whoops

[like-what-the-fuck-scoob]

Teddy Bear (Bucky x Reader)

Summary - When Bucky goes away on a week long mission, Y/N gives him her favourite teddy bear. Bucky sends them text and photo updates every day until he gets home.

Content Warnings - Light kissing, cuddling, heavy use of pet names, just pure fluff to be honest.

Words - 2.8k

A/N - I am beyond overwhelmed by the support I got for my previous fic. Thank you so much 💖 Again, requests are open, and I hope you enjoy some Bucky fluff!

Y/N - Your name

F/D - Favourite drink

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"I'm gonna miss you so much..." You mumbled, planting a soft kiss on your lovers lips.

You and Bucky had been together for a few months now, eyes set on each other the moment you first walked into the avengers tower. What started with movie nights, casual flirting and 'accidental' touching, quickly turned into a passionate and loving relationship. You were everyone's favourite couple. He was yours, and you were his. Despite Bucky having his own bedroom in the compound, he found himself spending most of his time in yours, his head resting on your chest as you combed your fingers through his hair, whispering sweet nothings and talking for hours on end.

Today was the first time Bucky would be going away for a mission since you got together. A week away from your sweetheart wasn't particularly long in theory, but to you it felt like an eternity. You lay on your bed, cozied up next to Bucky, cherishing your time together before he had to leave with Steve in a few hours.

"I know doll, I know." Bucky hushed you as he traced circles on your back. "I wish I could take you with me Y/N..."

You chuckled softly. "We both know Steve would kill us if you packed me in your suitcase baby."

Lowering his head to the crook of your neck, Bucky inhaled your sweet aroma. Your perfume smelled like peaches and plums, and he could almost feel himself unravelling as your bodies tangled together in a warm embrace.

"I'm gonna miss your smell doll," Bucky hummed as he cupped your face with his cool metal palm. "I don't wanna forget your sweet scent while I'm away..."

His words made your heart flutter, a love so strong you never thought it was possible until you met Bucky.

Reaching behind your pillow, you pulled out a small beige stuffed bear. You had named it Smudge, and you had owned him since you were just a small child. As a present from your parents, Smudge the bear had been a stress relief for as long as you could remember, providing cuddles and warmth during your hardest days growing up. Now, as an adult, he sits on your bed every night, your attachment to him far too strong to store him in your cupboard. If there was anything that smelled like you, it was this bear. You wanted your boyfriend to take Smudge for the week, carrying a little piece of you in his suitcase, your hearts connected through a small beloved bear. Though you thought your love for a non-sentient stuffie was a little embarrassing, Bucky thought it was adorable, and made sure to prop him up on your nightstand each night he spent in your bedroom, as he wrapped his arms around your waist assuming the role of your real life teddy bear.

Placing Smudge in Bucky's hands, Bucky gasped slightly. He knew how much this bear meant to you, were you really entrusting him to take it?

"Doll... Are you sure?"

"I couldn't be more sure. I trust you baby." You affirmed. "As long you don't think it's weird..."

You trailed off, realising that you had just given a trained super soldier a literal cuddly toy to take on a combat mission. Bucky's eyes beamed. In actuality he couldn't be happier to take care of your dear Smudge, your gesture pulling on his heart strings, only further reinforcing his love for you.

"I would love too Y/N, I promise I'll take care of him." Bucky insisted as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close.

He giggled lowly, booping your nose with the bears soft fur. "We're gonna look after each other, aren't we Mr Smudge?" He joked, turning the bear to face him.

You let out a hearty laugh at the sergeants charm, placing your forehead against his own, taking a second to embrace this moment, until your darling was whisked away from you.

"You better. I don't want anything happening to my two favourite boys..."

/

The first night without Bucky was the hardest. It was almost a foreign feeling sleeping on your own, without the arms of your love to keep you warm. Pulling your sheets tight against your body like a caterpillar in an attempt to recreate the feeling of your boyfiends grasp, you heard a chime from your phone.

Clutching the device, you switched it on, the screen illuminating your dark room. "Who on earth is texting me at this time of night?" You wondered aloud, checking your texts only to break out in a wide grin, Bucky's contact name showing in your notifications. He'd sent you a photo message.

11:48pm - Bucky Bear                                      1 Attachment                                                     "Hi doll, I've arrived safe and settled in for the night. The bed here is okay, but nothing can compare to the feeling of falling asleep in your arms. Smudge and I are missing you so much, get some rest. Speak soon, Bucky."

As you opened the picture attachment you almost had to cover your mouth with your hand to prevent you from squealing at the overwhelming cuteness on your screen. Bucky had sent you a photo of him laying curled up in bed, smiling softly at the camera whilst Smudge was positioned on his shoulder. If you didn't have the best boyfriend in the world, then you surely had no idea what could be sweeter than this. You responded with a series of kissing emojis, letting him know that he was missed, loved, and unequivocally adorable, before you set your phone down for the night and drifted off to sleep, your thoughts brimming with none other than your precious soldier.

/

Your second day without Bucky wasn't shaping up to be a particularly eventful one. Nat woke you up early for weapons training, and you closed your morning routine with a trip to the local cafe to grab a F/D and a snack. As you made your way home, you once again heard your phone ping in your pocket, the vibration of your text against your side. Slowing your walk in order to pay attention to your message, you see another photo message from your boyfriend.

9:25am - Bucky Bear                                      1 Attachment                                                     "Doll, look at our jet for this week's mission! Isn't it amazing? Me and Smudge can't wait to ride it, and he'll be giving me cuddles during take off. I hope you slept well, I'll be thinking of you. I love you so much, Bucky."

Your heart nearly burst out of your chest at how much you truly do love this man. You thought last night was a one off, but once again as Bucky posed in front of the jet in his combat suit, your teddy bear was placed on his shoulder, it's button eyes facing the direction of the camera. You wondered what Steve thought about all of this - he must be chuckling to himself watching his best friend, one of the world's deadliest trained fighters, smitten over his girlfriend's stuffed toy.

Making a mental note to respond to Bucky when you arrived back home, you continued your walk back to the tower, unable to control the wide smile and flushed cheeks that made their way across your features.

/

"Y/N, Y/N!" A low voice hollered your name from outside your bedroom door as you woke from your deep slumber. "It's Sam. Come down for breakfast and then we can go for a run!"

"Okay, give me a sec!"

Gathering yourself together for the morning, you checked your phone. Damn. 10am. You never usually over sleep. On the bright side, the more you slept, the less time you'd have to spend awake, away from your perfect Bucky.

Heading down to your run with Sam, you mentally prepared the rest of your day - your third day without Bucky. First, you'd stop by the bakery for lunch, picking up a little something for Wanda and Nat. The weather was set to rain in the afternoon, so you decided a movie night for one seemed a reasonable choice.

As the hours ticked by, you began to anticipate a text from your lover, starting your movie night with Bucky on your mind. He wasn't obliged to text you of course, and you would never want him to think that you were expecting him to contact you - after all, he had a crucial mission to focus on! But you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn't miss him, if your heart didn't skip a beat at the thought of your phone buzzing with another message from your honey.

Almost like divine timing, as your film came to a close, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. Slightly hoping to see Buckys name on the screen, you checked your notification.

8:41pm - Bucky Bear                                      1 Attachment                                                     "Great news Y/N, the mission today went really well. We still have the rest of the week to go, but things seem to be right on track. Tonight, Steve and I have been allowed to visit the little bar attached to our safe house... I wish you were here with me. Smudge is enjoying himself, and asked me if he could have a drink. I said I would ask his mommy 😋. I miss you doll, so much, Bucky."

Tears welled in your eyes as you gazed over the photo. "Gorgeous..." You whispered to yourself, studying Bucky's features, Smudge placed on the table next to him. You replied with a quick snap of yourself in your pajamas with your movie in the background, congratulating him on his mission, making sure he knew how proud his doll was of everything he had acompished. You couldn't believe he was really bringing your teddy bear everywhere he went - he wasn't lying when he said he'd take care of it. For the first time since Bucky had left three days ago, you slept soundly that night, knowing that even though the space next to you felt empty, your heart was truly, unequivocally, full.

/

Day 4 without Bucky was tough. He was in the middle of his mission week, and it felt like despite his return in a few days, he was so close yet so far away.

Seeking a distraction, you badgered Wanda into helping you bake a batch of cookies for everyone at the tower, hoping it would take your mind off of your working soldier.

As you placed your cookie tray in the oven, you heard Wanda call your name. "Y/N! Lover boy has just sent you a text..." She winked as she slid your phone across the table. 

"Anything saucy?" She bantered as you opened your photo message.

"Um. Well..." You tried to hide your crimson flush as you set your sights on Bucky at what appeared to be a fruit market, picking out plums from a large crate. Smudge in his metal hand, he examined the fruit with the other, making sure to never to leave the bear behind.

1:09pm - Bucky Bear                                      1 Attachment                                                     "Doll, look at this cute little market that opened today by our safe house. I bought some plums, and some fresh strawberries for Smudge 😘. Not long now until I'll be home, keep strong for me. I'll be thinking of you, Bucky."

Reminding Bucky that he is meant to stay in his safe house, you sent back a photo of your cookies, thinking out loud whether Steve and Bucky were actually doing any work. Knowing their friendship, probably not. But that didn't matter to you; as long as Steve brought home your boyfriend in one piece, that's all you cared about. A part of you was grateful that they seemed to be having a decent time. It alleviated some stress and worry for you, as you tried to focus on bearing the next couple of days until your Bucky was back in your arms again.

/

Buzz buzz

Stirring as your eyes flickered open, you woke to the sound of yet another text notification from Bucky. You glanced at your clock - 6:30am. Jesus, why was he messaging you this early? Slightly concerned, you pulled your phone from under your pillow and disconnected the charger.

6:30am - Bucky Bear                                      1 Attachment                                                     "Mornin sleepy head. Smudge and I have a busy day ahead of us. The plan is to finally complete this mission today, so we can spend tomorrow writing up the mission reports. We've evaluated the scene and it seems best to strike early, so I'll keep you updated. Don't worry about me either, I know what you're like doll. I love you, Bucky."

You buried you face in your pillow to stifle a laugh. You had never known such posers! Both Bucky and Steve stood in their uniforms, their eyes away from the camera as they faked combat. Your teddy bear was placed sitting on top of Steve's shield, it's body also facing away from the camera, mirroring the super soldiers.

"My God..." You giggled. "I can't believe he roped Steve into this."

You thought it would be best to reply to Bucky during the evening, giving him the time and space he needed to complete his mission successfully. Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you opted to get ready, realising you probably weren't going to able to fall back asleep. After all, Bucky's message felt like a warm, heartfelt start to your day.

/

Day 6. Your last day without Bucky. He'd be home tomorrow, and you could already imagine the feeling of his chest against yours, holding each other tight and laying in each other's arms. And of course, your favourite teddy would be coming home with your soldier, assuming his position on your pillow - your childhood guardian.

Bucky would be completing mission reports today, so you decided to sleep in a little longer than usual, spending the majority of your day tidying your room, making sure everything was perfect for Bucky when he arrived back. He would surely be tired no doubt, so you wanted everything to be flawless - he shouldn't have to worry about anything other than his own rest and wellbeing. You would spoil him.

Hanging up laundry, your phone chimed. Of course you were over the moon that your boyfriend was returning home tomorrow, but you couldn't deny you were definitely going to miss his daily updates with Smudge.

11:20am - Bucky Bear                                      1 Attachment                                                     "One day left babydoll, we'll be home before you know it. Me and Smudge will be fighting to be the first one to hold you. Filling out mission reports today after a successful operation yesterday, I'm tired and ready for a pizza with my favourite girl. See you tomorrow, Bucky."

Perfection. Opening the attached image opened a simple selfie of your boyfriend, looking into the camera with his kind blue eyes - your teddy bear stuffed down his t-shirt with his head sticking out under Bucky's stubbly chin - looking at you. And tomorrow, he would be yours again. Your man would come home.

/

The blare of your alarm woke you up with a start. Stretching your fatigued arms above your head, you felt a pressure against your side. Something soft. Blinking your eyes open fully, you moved your body only to uncover Smudge, your teddy bear, resting against you. Smiling half heartedly at your childhood friend, you came to your senses. Jolting upright, you scanned your bedroom with eager eyes.

"Bucky?" You called out.

"In the shower doll!"

And breathe. He was back home. Your Bucky was home. Releasing a weeks worth of stress you didn't even realise you'd built up, your body sank down into a gentle sleep, knowing that the love of your life was near and safe.

/

"Y/N..."

You heard a faint whisper of your name, fluttering your eyes open as a protective metal hand wrapped around your waist. You tried to roll over to face your partner, but Bucky only pressed his chest tighter to your back.

"Shhh... just rest doll. I'll still be here when you wake up. I'm not going anywhere this time."

Relaxing into his embrace, you shifted closer to Bucky, Smudge still cradled in your arms. Your heart really was full.

"I missed you so much Bucky..." You croaked as tears threatened to blur your vision.

"I know, I know babydoll. I missed you every second of everyday."

Kissing your hair, Bucky rubbed circles over your back and you purred sighs of pleasure.

"You know, you didn't have to send me updates with Smudge every day..." You chuckled.

"Anything for you Y/N."

With his strong arms, Bucky gently tugged Smudge from your grasp and placed him on the bedside table, rolling you over to face him, curled up into his protective form.

"Anyway, if you let me, I can be your teddy bear now..."

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[cupids-crystals]

Cupid Crystals (Fred Weasley)

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Fred becomes infatuated with reader after accidentally coming into contact with a new shop product.

A/N: No warnings, just fluff!! In case anyone was wondering, this is where my username comes from!! No reader pronouns. My requests are open!!

Dating Fred Weasley meant that you found yourself volunteering in the joke shop night and day. You stocked shelves on the weekends and spent many midnights helping with inventory counts. Nearly half of your dates with the oldest Weasley twin took place in the small office while George took care of the customers.

You loved being in the shop, though. The atmosphere was something indescribable; the sounds of laughter seemed to be permanently ingrained in the air and you wondered how anyone could be upset surrounded by the colorful and curious products.

Fred and George had been tirelessly working on a new line of products for months and the unveiling was only a few days away. One product was a new take on a wizarding favorite – a love potion that only lasted a short amount of time.

Fred was stacking the new love potions – Cupid Crystals as he so cleverly named them – onto the display while you and George were working to set up other areas of the shop. The bright pink concoctions swirled in heart shaped glass bottles as Fred crowded them onto the display stand in the front of the store. He absentmindedly slid the potions out of the box, mind focused on the work the three of you had left before the unveiling of the new products.

Scanning the store for his next task, Fred hurriedly shoved the last bottle onto the full surface. His jarring movement pushed one blush colored bottle off the stand, causing it to crash into the floor. Hearing the commotion, you glanced over to see Fred crouched over the mess a few feet from you. You made your way over to him, ready to help clean whatever mess he had made.

“D’you need help, Freddie?”

The redhead turned to face you, his eyes wide and a dopey grin taking over his features. His hand raised towards you, fingers outstretched to grab onto the hem of your shirt.

“Y/n, I’m so glad you’re here. Missed you so much.” His words were lethargic and slurred, causing you to raise your eyebrows at his odd speech. His fingers curled tighter into the material of your shirt, pulling you closer to him.

“You alright, Fred?”

He nodded, slinging his arms around your waist from where he sat in the floor. When you glanced over, you noticed that one of the Cupid Crystal bottles was shattered next to him. You quickly connected the dots, realizing that Fred must’ve be acting this way because he inhaled too much of the love potion.

His head came to rest on your covered abdomen and you ran your fingers through his bright hair, stifling your laughter at the state of your boyfriend. He was practically purring from the attention as you scratched lightly at his scalp. George had made his way over to the two of you, eyes wide at the scene before him.

“Is he alright?”

You nodded with a look of apprehension. “He inhaled some of the love potion, I think.”

George huffed, eyes downcast onto his brother. He chuckled slightly at the predicament as he moved towards the two of you. Hearing his footsteps, Fred glanced up at George and then up at you.

“Well, he isn’t going to be any help for a while. Why don’t you try to keep him upstairs while the potion wears off? Shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours.”

Listening to George’s instructions, you nodded and attempted to pull the lanky redhead off of you. Fred only tightened his grip and pressed the side of his face further into the material of your shirt. George was in a state of laughter as he left to grab his wand to clean spilled potion.

Trying again to get your boyfriend to move, you cupped his cheeks in your palms and pulled his attention to you. “Fred, darling, will you come with me? I need to get something from the apartment.”

He nodded and rose to his feet, his hands scrambling to keep ahold of you in any way he could. The two of you shuffled towards the stairs, Fred’s arms wrapped around your shoulders while you lugged him through the shop; his awkward and clumsy steps made the trip upstairs nearly twice as long as usual.

When you finally opened the front door, you pulled Fred to the living room and deposited him onto the couch. He curled into the soft material as you glanced around the room for something to keep him occupied. Deciding that you weren’t close enough, Fred sat up suddenly, bringing your attention back to him. He grabbed onto your hand and tugged you to sit next to him on the couch.

“Y/n, you look so pretty. You’re too far away, wanna see how pretty you are.”

Your face warmed at his overt compliments; Fred was always vocal about his affection towards you, but the sudden openness to his words made your cheeks burn.

Fred couldn’t seem to sit still beside you. He moved his hands over your arms, watching his fingertips as they ran across your skin. Still under the affect of the potion, he muttered a string of praises directed at you. The words blended together as he rambled on without a filter.

“- and I just love you so much. Did you know that? Did I tell you yet? I should tell you more. I’ll tell you ten times a day. No, a hundred!”

You groaned at the constant chatter coming from the boy beside you. Surely, you thought, he would pass out if he didn’t take a breath soon. An idea popped into your head of how to pass the time.

“Fred, darling, why don’t we take a nap?”

He stilled at your suggestion, seemingly pondering the option. In a hesitant voice, he answered, “you’ll stay with me?”

You nodded earnestly, moving to lay flat on the couch. You patted the spot next to you, prompting him to lay down as well. The two of you were in a tangle of limbs as Fred tried to stay attached to you. His head rested on your chest and his arms were wound tightly around your frame, practically covering you completely as his body laid overtop yours.

The two of you rested in the quiet apartment, the only sound being Fred’s occasional murmured compliment. His eyelids drooped and he relaxed his grip on you, content with the rise and fall of your chest against his cheek. You were clearly amused with the situation as you giggled at the words tumbling from his lips.

“S’pretty, y/n.”

“Shh.”

“Just love you so much.”

“I love you too, darling. Go to sleep, please.”

After a few rounds of back-and-forth chatter, his light snores filled your ears. You sighed in relief, hoping that he would sleep away the effects of the potion. Your fingers ran over his back lightly, finding comfort in his peaceful aura.

Closing your eyes, you began to feel drowsy as well. Before you could fall asleep, though, you heard the front door crack open and the sound of footsteps move through the apartment. George appeared in your line of sight, a mischievous grin taking over his features.

“Alright, y/n?”

You rolled your eyes and replied in a quiet voice, “if you wake him up, I’m giving you the love potion next.”

He laughed airily and held his hands up in surrender. George looked over the saccharine image in front of him; Fred’s eyebrows were pinched slightly, his cheek smushed against your shirt as he held you in his embrace. Even though the day didn’t go as planned, he was happy to see the two of you have this moment together. George grabbed a thin blanket and draped it over the two of you.

“At least we know the potion works.”

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[myherowritings]

PART 3. ACCIDENTAL SUGAR DADDY?

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 2.4k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. none in this chapter

A/N. happy new year y’all! :3 i hope you have a good 2021 and here is some flirty ceo!shouto for u to enjoy as we enter the new year hehe ;) thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy! xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

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“I heard you dropped by this weekend,” you said as a greeting, a playful smile on your lips. “Looking for me?”

If the tips of his ears didn’t tinge pink, you would have guessed Shouto was completely unaffected by your words. 

“Mn.” He drew his attention away from your gaze and pointedly adjusted his cufflinks. “Good morning to you too.” 

You laughed, accepting you wouldn’t get anything out of your attempt at teasing. “Morning, Shouto. How was your weekend?” 

The cafe was quite busy this hour, but Miyazaki took over the other register to alleviate the stress (though, what she really said was so you and pretty boy—who happened to be rich rich—could talk). Whatever the reason, you were glad for a small break whenever you could get it.

“You could say it was busy,” he replied, sounding a bit tired. For the first time since you met him, you actually noticed how exhausted he looked. You wanted to put cucumbers on his eyes and lay his head down on your lap to coax him to sleep. Nonetheless, he smiled softly at you. “And yours? I hope you were able to have time to rest and relax.”

You nodded. “I just slept a lot and caught up on the shows I missed throughout the week.”

“The real way a weekend should be spent.” 

His voice was teasing but he didn’t sound mocking. Just...somewhat playful. There was something about his tone that made you want to hear it again.

“Something tells me you need a weekend away where you could just relax and do nothing,” you commented, tapping the back of your pen to your chin. “Do you not have any days off at work?” 

He considered this. “Depends what you mean by day off.” 

“If you have to ask that, that probably means you don’t have a day off, huh?” you said with a frown, holding your hand over your chest as you sighed dramatically. “You poor thing. Overworked and tired. Maybe I should steal you away one weekend and get you to just relax.” 

You were only half-serious.

“Maybe you should,” agreed Shouto, sounding full-serious.

“Maybe I will,” you blurted before you could stop yourself. Maybe you could if you actually had his number… Then, feeling shameful you said, “But, ah, anyway, what can I get for you today? We actually have cheese danishes again!”

His face brightened. “You do? I’ll take five dozen.”

With a laugh you took down his order. You really weren’t sure where all these pastries were going when he bought it, but judging from his expression, you figured it must be somewhere good. 

“And for your drink?”

“This time I’ll have a large green tea with almond milk, please.” 

You nodded but tilted your head to the side in question. “No coffee with extra shots of espresso today?” 

“I add too much sugar and creamer to my coffee,” he admitted sheepishly. “And with all the baked goods I’ve been eating I realized I may have had an excess amount of sweets lately.” 

With an understanding laugh you patted his hand that was resting on the counter woefully. “I can definitely relate to that. If too many sweets are bad for you they shouldn’t have made it taste so good.”

Shouto glanced down at where your hands touched, an expression you couldn’t quite discern on his face. Averting your gaze, you quickly pulled your hand back. Was that inappropriate of you? Did he find it too pushy?

“Oh— Sorry about that,” you said, rubbing your elbow with your opposite hand. “Got a bit ahead of myself there.”

“No, it’s fine.” He blinked once. “I didn’t mind.”

Unsure if he meant anything by that and unsure if you were reading too much into things, you simply brushed the topic off and moved on to getting his order in telling him the price. 

“Paying by card again, I’m assuming?” you asked before hitting the appropriate button on the screen.

“Correct.”

By now the sight of the sleek and pretty credit card was one you grew rather fond of as he scanned over the payment terminal and signed his name. Was it weird you wanted to examine his signature more closely? Shouto seemed like the type of person who would have a fancy signature that somehow looked like art. 

As per routine, you told him his order would be ready for pick up at his right and, before he left the register, he thanked you and gave you another $100. 

Did it feel any less strange than the first time he tipped you? Not really, no. But you still weren’t going to complain about a generous tip from a willing customer.

Before he left with his cheese danishes and cup of tea in hand, he stopped by next to you with a small smile. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.”

You grinned back. “Can’t wait, Shouto!” 

— ✩ —

This went on for a whole other week. By this point, he had given you over $1,000 in tip and you were starting to feel like you should give him something in return despite him assuring you he didn’t expect anything. 

When you told your friends about the nice guy you met while you were working and they asked for the details, the first thing they said in response to your situation was, “Sugar daddy?” 

Before they planted that thought into your head, you just took it as a rich businessman who hated the rich and believed in redistribution of wealth—you couldn’t complain about that. That made him even more appealing, if you must say. But once Kaminari and Ashido whispered those two words, you couldn’t help but see the comparisons. 

You had no issues with sugar daddies or sugar babies; as long as they were two consenting adults, what did it matter to you? It just wasn’t something you were looking for at the time and you didn’t want Shouto to get the wrong impression or involve yourself in something you weren’t ready to. 

As you commuted to work for your next morning shift, you told yourself today was the day you’d thank him one final time for the tips, but tell him you couldn’t accept anymore. You were sure he’d be understanding but you also hoped it wouldn’t deter him from coming to see you. That was the last thing you’d want. 

“Mrs. Miyazaki,” you said between customers. “When Shouto comes in, do you think I can step away from the register to talk to him for a little? I promise it’ll be brief!”

She waved her hand dismissively. “That’s not a problem. Are you finally going to ask him out or something?”

You scratched the back of your neck. “Or something, yeah.” 

Thankfully, by the time Shouto arrived today, it was later than he normally came, meaning rush hour was almost dying down. 

“Good morning! Someone’s a little late today,” you teased. “Overslept?” 

“I wish,” he sighed wistfully. “I had a meeting early this morning and it just ended. Didn’t have a chance to pick up some coffee or pastries beforehand.” 

You frowned. “I’m sorry to hear that. I hope whoever was hosting the meeting at least provided you guys drinks and snacks!” 

He paused. “He did, but… I just thought yours were better.” 

Smiling at the compliment, you preened. “Well, I can’t say I’m not surprised. And I’m glad you were able to drop by still. Would’ve missed you too much otherwise.”

Again, you were only half-serious.

“Hm. I would’ve missed you too.”

And again, he seemed full-serious. Not that you minded. 

After taking his order and watching him pay, you pulled him to the side, looking over at your boss so she knew what was going on. She gave you a brief nod as you turned your attention to Shouto. 

A lapse of silence went by and he spoke up, “Did you have something you wanted to say?” 

“Yeah, actually.” You wrung your fingers nervously, hoping you wouldn’t say anything to offend him since you knew his actions were coming from a kind place. “I just wanted to say… I’m not really looking for a sugar daddy right now.”

He blinked once. Then twice. “Pardon?” 

You stared at him, unsure what to say. 

“I— Sorry. I wasn’t… It’s not my intention to be a...sugar daddy either.” Shouto’s face flushed a bright pink that made your own cheeks warm up in response. 

“But the—the money? I just… I guess I thought…” You winced.

So he wasn’t trying to pick up a sugar baby… Well, this was awkward. But regardless, you think you’ve gotten close enough to him to the point where it would feel weird accepting money from him. 

“I’m sorry if I was unclear. It really is just a tip to show appreciation for your service here.” 

You shook your head. “No! Sorry, that makes sense! My friends just said… And then I…” you trailed off, feeling a million times more flustered than when you started. “Sorry about that. The sugar daddy mishap aside, I still wanted to say that I really appreciate the tips you gave, but I don’t think I can accept them anymore.” 

Slowly, he nodded, adjusting the collar of his dress shirt. “I understand. Did something happen?”

“No, nothing happened!” you were quick to assure. “I really am thankful, but… I think we’ve gotten too close for me to be comfortable accepting that much money, you know?”

Shouto tilted his head to the side, listening intently. 

“Like,” you tried to explain, fiddling with your apron, “over the past few weeks I just think we’ve gotten to know each other more and I think of you as a friend of sorts now.” You peered at him through your lashes, hoping your words were making sense. “I think as a relationship develops—for me, at least—adding money into the mix can cause weird power imbalances if not communicated properly. And I just don’t want that for us.” 

He thought through your words for a while before agreeing. “I get what you mean. I wouldn’t want to unintentionally make you feel like you owe me anything, so if you’re not comfortable with it, I can stop.” 

“Thanks, Shouto,” you said with a beam, glad he was so receptive. Really though, what else did you expect? From your interactions with him you took him to be kindhearted and open. Of course he wouldn’t be upset over this. “But just to be clear, this doesn’t mean you should stop coming! Right? I don’t want to stop being your friend or anything!” 

With a small laugh, he nodded. “Sure. I wouldn’t want to part with my favorite cafe. And I’d like to keep being friends as well.”

Those words warmed your heart. You really were nervous about this confrontation earlier; you didn’t want voicing your opinion to mean ending your friendship. (Although, if you sharing what you were comfortable with was enough to end a relationship, then you supposed it was bound to be a toxic and stifling one in the long run and it was good to know in the beginning to end it before it could grow.) Turns out, however, that you didn’t even need to worry about that. He was understanding and sweet and you were glad to have gotten this out of the way.

“Well, as new friends,” you said, gently nudging his side, “maybe we should get to know each other more? Exchange numbers… Hang out outside of this cafe…” You ran through some suggestions, almost bouncing on your feet in excitement. “I mean, I know you’re always so busy and might not have much free time to hang out. But— If you’re ever free one weekend…” 

“I’d enjoy that,” he cut in, saving you from blabbering your mouth off and accidentally embarrassing yourself. “Didn’t you say you’d steal me away from work to relax? I’m still holding you to that.” 

The beginnings of a smirk formed on his face as he looked at your flustered expression. Was he teasing you?

You huffed, pretending to be insulted by his playful mocking. “Guess I’ll really have to do it then.” 

“Guess so.”

“Maybe you should give me your number first so we could plan it.” 

“Okay.”

He handed you his phone and you handed him yours, both of your adding your numbers to the contact list. Smiling, you held the phone in front of the two of you to take a contact picture of yourself for Shouto’s phone. To your complete surprise, he laughed before promptly following suit and taking a selfie for his contact image. 

“Cute,” you said when he handed you back your phone. 

“You too.” 

Placing your device back in your pocket, you looked at him, hand on hip. “Since when did you become such a smooth-talker? Am I going to have to guard my heart now?” 

His only response was a shrug, but you could see hints of a smile playing on his face. The two of you seemed to be smiling a lot lately, you couldn’t help but notice. 

“I should probably let you go to work now—and I should go back to mine.” You gestured to the growing line at the front of the store. Your manager looked like she had things under control, but you didn’t want to take advantage of her kindness. “You should text me later though. If you want.”

“I’ll do that,” Shouto promised, picking up his drink and pastry boxes from the side counter. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N. And… I’ll message you soon.” 

As you watched him leave the store, you were certain you had a silly look on your face as you stared in a trance. 

“I’ll turn my phone off silent just for you!” you said to his back, hoping he understood what a momentous occasion this was. Your phone was always on silent (unless you were playing a game, of course). But for Shouto, you could handle hearing the obnoxious ringtone and text tone. 

With an amused expression he nodded before waving goodbye.

Later on that day, at the end of your shift, you noticed a new message from a certain someone that made your stomach flutter.

Shouto: Hi there. It’s Shouto :)

You never knew those four simple words would be enough to keep the grin plastered on your face up until the moment your head hit your pillow to fall asleep. But, damn— Were you glad that happened to be the case. 

a/n: whY WAS SHOUTO AND Y/N EXCHANGING NUMBERS SO CUTE idk that scene got me all blushy and :DDD HFJDKSF like taking a selfie with shouto and getting his number? only goal in life BFHFGF,, also y/n said no more tips how we feeling? ;o 

what to expect in the next part:

an unwanted visitor ಥ_ಥ

shouto has a...proposition for y/n 

FLIRTING FLUFF SO MUCH CUTENESS U MIGHT CRY

y/n struggles with their fEeLiNGs~

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