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matthewmurdockswife · 8 months

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Hello!! Could you please do one where Tony Stark is the readers dad and he finds her SH?? Thank you!

Iron brusies x tony stark (platonic)

Tw: self harm, depictive description of cutting, anxiety attack, hitting,

a/n : guys im always here to talk feel free to talk to me about anything at anytime good or bad my messages are and will always be open you can even send me a anonymous message in the req box if thats what you need to do Talk to me or a friend theres always someone there for you if you look hard enough I promise

I never felt like enough, which is unexpected when you’re constantly put out into the media and are being portrayed as “the happiest person alive” everyone wants my life many envy my family and my life style but not very many people understand it, and I mean truly understand it. Underneath the media personality I had to put on as an avengers daughter and a future avenger hid many scars.

It started a few years ago on accident I was shaving my legs when I accidentally sliced myself. But my reaction wasnt the same as it used to be, instead of being upset I was relieved. It felt like an escape and from that moment foward it felt impossible to stop

“ hey kiddo” My dad walked over to me while I leant against the kitchen island “hey” I remained looking at my phone my voice was faltering and was sure to give me away I didnt need my dad knowing about how I felt. If I ever wanted to be an avenger I cant have problems like this I cant let anyone see me weak.

He had stopped his movements, looking at me he reached out to touch my shoulder in an attempt to comfort me he always seemed to know something was up. without looking I pushed off the island without a glance or a word. I couldnt let him see me break. No one can see me break.

Everything felt out of control, my world was spiralling and so I went to the one thing that put me in control. My razor blades. I took the elevator up to the secluded floor I knew what I was doing in order for me to not get caught I had to think smart. I had this memorized, never say where your going, never go to that floor with another avenger and never use your own room.

I told friday the floor number remaining as composed as possible the cracks in my voice a dead giveaway “ mrs stark are you alright your blood pressure and heart rate have dramatically increased” taking a deep breath I reply to the ai “im fine fri” using an irritated tone in an attempt to conceal how im crumbling apart “ are you sure mrs stark? I can contact your father if needed” fridays tone questioning and concerned “im fine friday im just not feeling well” And I darted out of the elevator the moment the doors where opened

I opened the drawer containg the one thing I needed my razor as I smashed it against the floor over and over again until the metal blades broke free and I grabbed one and pushed it into my leg letting the metal drag across my skin. The blood dripping down my leg.

my hands shook and my body trembled one more I told myself each time. one more and ill be okay one more I kept repeating it over and over again in my head like a melody, a mantra like a prayer for help

my hands shook I felt my mind scream a blood curdling scream when I heard the thing I dreaded most. a knock on the door “hey kiddo you alright friday said you felt sick do you need anything can I come in”

i was panicking i thought i had this covered i thought i could be smooth about this i thiught i coukd do this and no one would know the thought of my father finding out about me about what i am what i do what ive become is enough to start sending me into a anxiety attack “ im about to have a shower” my voice was faulty and a dead give away and i covered my mouth trying to stop the broken sobs from escaping my lips anymore then they already had .” dont lie to me friday said your heart reate was through the rough whats going on kiddo” I let a sob escape my mouth but quickly covered it I heard a sigh and then a click

the door had been opened it was my greatest nightmare my breathing quicked as I lunged full force at the door trying to keep my dad out but he had had the advantage he was standing I was flipped onto my stomach as he pushed open the door once again

“ why are you on the floor kiddo c’mon stand up” he reached under my bicep as attempt to help lift me up “ NO” I screamed ripping my arm from his grasp looking up face stained in tears my dad’s expression written of pure shock guilt washed over me my emotions reaching an all time new high

I felt that drowning feeling begin again in my chest and then in my stomach and the voices in my brain began chanting on how I had messed this up, how it was all over, how I was worthless.Any negative comment anyones made on me being thrown at me by my own mind I scrambled to sit up against the tub holding my legs to my chest gasling hard for air. I was having an anxiety attack in front kd my dad who sat there eyes wide motiomless and wearing a shocked expression he came to sit down next tk me stroking my back while I sobbed wildy he pulled me into his chest while I fought against him throwing weak haphazard punches and his shoulder screaming kicking and crying to be let go off but he knly held me tighter and stroked my hair gently shishing me quieting my cries as he had done when i was younger to console me .

only then did I relax into his embrace

only then did I allow myself to be vulnerable

only then did he notice the multitudeof faded and fresh marks on my legs including the ones I had just freshly reopened

only then was I honest and opened up about the past two years of hell I went through

only then did I begin to see my dad differently as someone who understood what I had gone through because he had gone through it himself. I gained a new appreciation for my father that day, I’ve never been better and I owe it all to him

A/n

girlie im so sorry i didnt even see this lol sorry It took me so long to get around to. anywho sorry if this wasnt what you meant also sorry if this is bad its like 1 am my eyes are burning 🤭 love you guys never be scared to reach out for help, and always drink your water <3 bye loves

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anonymousfiction211 · 3 years

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Can i get a “smuffy“ oneshot of loki being jealous of y/n’s new celebrity crush? She was so obsessed with her crush she bought several merch and collected every single photo of him. And when she was watching his movie, she was so into him that loki couldn’t handle it anymore and demonstrated who is her “real crush“ is

A/N: Smuffy, still in love with that word! Hope you like it :)

Warnings: Smut, dom!Loki, edging, almost use of safeword The wrong crush ‘Ugh, we really have to watch that movie?’ Loki complained.

‘Pleeease’ you whined.

Loki just grumbled something under his breath, probably insulting your favourite actor. But you didn’t hear it, being too busy to find the DVD and put it in de DVD-player. The intro of the movie started, instead of cuddling with Loki you went to grab a sweater in the bedroom. Loki frowned when you entered the living room and saw you wearing your grey sweater with a sparrow on it. ‘My spirit will live on’ the text said.

‘You know I can keep you warm, right?’ he sneered.

‘I know, the sweater just feels comfortable’ you argued while sitting next to Loki. He had is arms crossed and there was space between the two of you. You didn’t notice, already wrapped up in the movie. The two of you watched the movie in silence for a while.

‘How about…’ Loki started, wanting to suggest to make some popcorn.

‘Shhh.. this is a good part’ you interrupted before he could finish. This was the moment Captain Jack Sparrow escaped while saying ‘You will always remember this day as the day that you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow’. Loki sighed and just rolled his eyes. He got off the couch and started to make the popcorn anyway.

‘Can I use your phone for the timer? I left mine in the bedroom’ he asked.

You handed over your phone ‘Sure’ you said. When he unlocked your phone, he was greeted by a shirtless Captain Jack Sparrow.

‘Seriously’ he asked while showing you your own photo background.

‘What, you don’t like that photo? I have more’ you said.

Grabbing the phone for Loki, you showed him some of the other pictures you had. Even some of Johnny Depp himself. He was hot and he had style, something Loki surely could appreciate you thought. Loki watched the many photos. ‘Which one would you choose?’ you asked.

‘I just have the photo of us in Norway as my background’ he reacted. He grabbed your phone and put the timer on. The two of you went back to watching the movie. When the timer went off Loki served the popcorn with your favourite drink. You kissed his cheek quickly ‘Thanks’ you said.

‘You’re welcome’ he said. Wrapping an arm around your waist he pulled you closer. He started to kiss you neck, your weak spot. Normally you would drop everything and kiss him back, but not now. You really wanted to watch the movie, your favourite movie with your favourite actor, on whom you have been crushing hard...

‘Can it wait?’ you asked while pushing Loki back a bit. Oblivious to the anger on his face, you continued to watch the movie.

Completely ignoring him, Loki had enough. ‘Why do you even like him so much?’ he asked.

‘A dark-haired bad boy, who is also good sometimes, and super hot? What’s not to like?’ you responded. Figuring Loki would have the same feeling with Captain Jack Sparrow, or Johnny Depp.

‘Alright, THAT’S IT’ Loki growled. He switched off the TV and grabbed you around your waist. Lifting you in one smooth motion. You yelped in surprise.

‘Loki what are you doing?’ you yelled at him.

Ignoring you he opened the bedroom door and threw you on the bed. ‘Reminding you that I’m still here’ he growled. A knife appeared in his hand. You swallowed hard, knowing you were in trouble right now. ‘What’s wrong darling? I though you liked a bad boy’ he sneered.

‘Loki, you know I..’ you stared but he cut you off by placing his hand across your mouth. He started to slice your clothes from your body. You wanted to protest when he cut your hoodie, but he didn’t let you. You squirmed, trying to free yourself from his grip. Loki didn’t let you, but was sure not to cut you.

When you were naked beneath him he smiled widely. ‘That’s much better, don’t you think?’ he teased. Loki pulled his hand from your mouth.

‘Loki, you don’t have to be..’ you started

‘Say one other word, and I swear I will tie you up, make you come repeatedly, until the only thing you can remember is my name’ he threatened whispering in your ear. Before you could react he grabbed your hands and intertwined then with his. Pinning your hands down beside your head he kissed you deeply, desperately. When you melted into him, he retracted his hands and started to roam your body. Massaging your breasts and pinching your nipples. He smirked when you arched your back and moaned.

‘Good girl, tell me what are you thinking?’ he whispered in your ear.

‘I’m thinking about how good your cock would feel inside of me’ you whispered, blushing a bit.

‘Hmm, too bad. You really haven’t earned it, darling’ he said while taking one of your breasts in his mouth. Teasing the nipple with his tongue, you went with your hands through his hair. He slightly bared his teeth and bit your nipple, making you lay completely still while he did what he wanted.

Trailing his kisses lower you opened your legs for him. But he didn’t pay attention to the part that you wanted to. He kissed your folds, your thighs and threw you legs around his shoulder. He took his time kissing and marking you, but ignored your throbbing clit.

‘You know how annoying it is. Hearing you talk about him constantly, seeing you wear his symbol, the pictures on your phone’ Loki growled Loki.

‘Loki, it’s just a crush’ you argued, trying not to let your frustration show.

‘The wrong crush’ he snapped back.

Pushing two fingers inside of you without warning you cried out in pleasure. Loki put his mouth on your clit and started to suck and nibble at it. You arched your back and pushed forward for more friction. Right before you could come, he stopped and retracted his fingers. You whimpered and felt your orgasm eb away. Loki started to kiss your stomach and trailed his kisses upwards. When your breathing had returned to its normal rhythm he kissed you.

‘His name?’ Loki asked.

‘Eh.. do you mean Jack Sparrow or Johnny Depp?’ you asked unsure where he was going with this.

Loki growled and pinned your arms above your head. With one hand he started to slowly circle your clit, sometimes entering you and trace his fingers against your g-spot. He stopped when your walls started do clench around his fingers.

‘Name?’ he asked again.

‘Jack – Jack Sparrow?’ you whimpered.

Loki shimmered his clothes away. You didn’t have time to admire his body. In one quick motion he flipped your around and spanked you hard. You cried out in pain, but the sting felt pleasurable. He put his full weight on your back, making you immobile. He smoothed over the place where he spanked you and you hissed in pain. He nibbled on your earlobe and snaked one hand back to your clit. This time he went really slow, making your squirm under him. He chuckled darkly when he felt your little movements, trying to create more friction. Right before you came he stopped again. It was starting to get painful.

‘Name?’ he said.

‘Jack - I.. Loki, please’ you begged.

He bit in your neck, leaving a mark with his teeth. Almost piercing the skin. Tears were forming in your eyes from the pain. You almost yelled your safeword, but he retracted his teeth. You were panting heavily and sweat was beginning to form. Still, Loki was not convinced.

Flipping you back around he tied your hands to the headboard. You struggled for a bit, but against Loki’s strength it was useless. When your hands were tied he tied your legs down too, so you were laying in a x-shape. He grabbed the magic wand from the drawer in the nightstand and you knew what he was doing. He edged you for what felt like an eternity. Right before you came, he asked for the name. You wanted to lie, but there was not lying to Loki. It would only make things worse. He continued this sweet torture until you were almost sobbing, your mind felt fractured and it was hard to think straight.

‘Name?’ he asked when you felt another orgasm eb away. It was becoming hard to answer.

Loki lazily stimulated your clit ‘Answer me’ he growled. ‘NAME’

‘L- Loki’ you whimpered.

He slowly picked up the pace. ‘Name’ he said again.

‘Loki’ you moaned.

He threw the magic wand across the room and slid inside of you the next moment. You came immediately on his cock. He didn’t give you time to recover ands tarted to pound into you. His tongue was playing with your breasts and you were moaning his name like a mantra. When he put his fingers down on your sensitive clit you cried out hard. The pleasure was incredible and your eyes rolled back in your head. You didn’t even feel Loki’s thrusting anymore, or the moment he came.

Your mind was swarming, not able to form a coherent thought. The only thing you remembered was Loki. It took some time, but you got down from your high. You heard Loki softly whispering in your ear how much he loved you. Feeling his arms wrapped around you, you realized you were in one of his sweaters. You felt warm and safe in his arms.

‘Are you okay, darling?’ Loki asked when he noticed you were coming back to earth.

‘Hmm’ you hummed.

‘Words, love’ he reacted.

‘Yes, I’m okay. Just tired’ you answered.

Loki stood up and pulled you in his arms. You clung onto him as close as you could. He walked you back to the living room and sat you down next to him. You nuzzled against him, making a smile appear on his face.

‘I’m thirsty’ you said.

The next moment your Jack Sparrow-mug appeared on the table, filled with juice, and the movie started to play again. You nuzzled closer and kissed his cheek.

‘You know that it’s just a stupid crush and that I love you, right?’ you asked him.

‘I know. It’s just difficult sometimes to have you swooning over him’ Loki said.

‘I swoon way more over you’ you said back while climbing onto his lap.

Loki just kissed your temple and held you close against him. He stroked your legs and arms while the two of you watched the movie. You didn’t know when exactly, but you fell asleep. The next morning you awoke in your bed, smelling eggs and bacon. You grabbed your phone, which was on the charger on your nightstand. You put the screen on to check the time, and were greeted by a shirtless photo of Loki.

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bluemusickid · 3 years

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Hi! I hope you're doing well 🥰 Can you I request one where Steve breaks reader's arm or leg by mistake during training and has to take care of her afterwards? Definitely won't mind if some smut is added 😅 Thank you!!

OMFGGGG MY FAV WRITER SENT AN ASK ASDFGHJKL (Also full disclosure: this has been one of my kinks for a while :P)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slow burn (just a tad), 18+, SMUTTTT, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), did I mention NSFW? Read at your own risk.

A/N: I would like to thank @imdarkinme for sending in this AMAZING ask! She’s a doll and I’ve been a fan of her writing for so long!! I would also like to thank @donutloverxo for converting me to a Steve Stan loool. I wanted him to be a bit dark here, but in the end his dorky side won. :P Without further ado, I hope you enjoy!! Send in your requests here and you can join my taglist here (or you could just send an ask lmao)! Thanks!

I post my stuff only on AO3 and here, nowhere else.

The Learning Curve

You groaned as you got up from the mat, yet again. It was dumb of you to ask Captain Rogers to train with you. As a new recruit, you’d obviously wanted to impress him; he was the leader of the Avengers after all. There was only one tiny problem you forgot to factor in: the man was a Super Soldier, while you were...not.

“Come on, get up! We still have two rounds to go!” a voice bellowed from above you.

You mentally cursed at the voice. You’d tried to not let it affect you, but like many others, you had a bit of a crush on the Captain. But it wasn’t solely because of his looks, it was more about his passion to help and save and to protect. He was always so passionate, it was hard to keep away(which was a fiercely guarded secret). You felt like Icarus, when you were with him.

Getting up, you tried to block his punches, while getting in a few yourself. It was impossible, the man was a champ. You saw your opening, however, when he seemed to be distracted by someone approaching him from behind you. Seeing this as a golden opportunity to catch him off guard, you threw a punch aiming for his face. Unfortunately, he blocked the punch and pushed you, to ward you off. It seemed as if he too, forgot that he was a Super Soldier, pushing you a bit too hard.

You screamed as you fell to the ground, twisting to save your face, your arm breaking your fall. Your suspicions were confirmed as you tried to move your arm but couldn’t. Steve heard you yelp and rushed to your side, carefully inspecting your injured appendage. You squealed as he touched your arm, the pain indescribable. Steve whispered his apologies a million times, trying to haul you up by your waist, in vain. Finally, he gave up and picked you up bridal style, like you weighed nothing.

You gasped, partially out of pain, but mostly out of surprise at the sudden move.

“Umm...Cap..tain..I..can..walk..” you stuttered, unable to keep the pain out of your voice.

He looked into your eyes and smiled, shaking his head. Oh dear lord. This man truly was gorgeous. Nearing the MedBay, he slowly placed you on the bed, his mouth tantalisingly close to yours as he lowered you onto the surface. You never realised how blue his eyes were, which at the moment were filled to the brim with anxiety and some other emotion; which you couldn’t quite place your finger on. Deciding you were probably delirious from the pain, you tried to focus on what the doctor was telling you.

“...so you’ll have to be on constant bedrest for the next two weeks before we can check again to see if you need a rod put in.”

“Err, I’m sorry doc, what?” you mumbled apologetically, embarrassed by your thoughts.

“As I was telling Captain Rogers, you seem to have a hairline fracture in your ulna, which could require support. You need to rest and take it easy for at least two weeks. Training will have to be put on hold, and I suggest you call a family member to take care of you in the meantime.” the doctor said, scribbling notes.

“Oh, that..won’t be necessary. I can do stuff on my own, I’ll be very careful.” you said with a grimace, not wanting to seem weaker in front of Steve.

“That’s not gonna happen.” Steve said, firmly. “She’ll stay in my quarters. It’s the least I can do after breaking her arm.”

You stared at him, a million things going through your head. You and him, in the confines of a room, alone. Oh no. This was going to be torturous in more way than one.

“Oh no no no, Captain. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t like to impose. Plus, I’m feeling better already! I’m sure it’s more than manageable. Please..I..I’ll be okay, really.” you rushed, pretty sure that your voice was betraying just how fast your heart was beating.

Steve smirked. “This isn’t up for debate. Plus, I’m sure it would be easier for the others to check up on you when we’re away on missions.” he said, taking the prescription from the doctor.

You winced as he helped you up from the bed, the warmth of his hand making you hyperaware about what your life was gonna be like for 2 weeks. You sighed. It was gonna be a loooong two weeks.

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You realised after a week that your worries had all been for naught. Steve was an excellent caretaker. He made sure you took all your medicines at the right time, ate properly and rested enough. He was also a thorough gentleman, always calling a lady nurse when you needed to take a shower or get dressed; really respected your boundaries. But you couldn’t deny the shift in his behaviour towards you. At first, you felt like you were reading into it too much, but then it started to get more noticeable. They were little things, but it meant so much. He would insist on having lunch with you, no matter if you were quiet or chatty; Steve always was there. He brought your favourite blanket from your chambers to make sure you felt more comfortable. At night, he would make sure you were comfortable, get you hot chocolate, maybe even sit next to you till you fell asleep. One time, he held your hand till you drifted off; but you were sure that you felt him leave a small peck on your cheek as you nodded off.

If you weren’t falling for him earlier, you sure as hell were now.

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After hitting the two week mark, you went to the doctor again for a checkup. All seemed well, there was no need for a rod to be put in but the cast would have to stay on. Steve was there throughout the appointment, listening intently at everything the doctor said with his full focus. It was quite distracting and kinda hot, and you couldn’t help but sneak glances at him periodically. On one occasion, he caught your eye and grinned, catching you in the act. You wished the ground would swallow you up just then: this man fully well knew that you had a crush on him and was enjoying messing with you.

You nearly gasped as you felt his hand on your shoulder, guiding you to the lift. Something was different today. Steve seemed buoyant, which was very out of character for him.

“The nurse isn’t available today, she had some prior commitments. If it’s ok with you, I’ll be taking care of you tonight.” he said, softly. You gulped, his tone messing with your train of thought.

“Uh, that’s ok, I can manage things for a night. I’ve already imposed on you quite a bit and don’t want to create more of a hassle.”

Steve smiled. “Sweetheart, you’ve not been a hassle, trust me. It felt nice having you around, I enjoy your companionship. Just a few weeks more and you can get rid of me.” he said, with a mischievous grin. You groaned inwardly; this man was driving you nuts.

“Oh no, I really liked staying with you. You’re great company! I don’t think I want to get rid of you, ha.” you said in a flourish, mentally cursing yourself for being such a blabbering fool around him.

Steve looked at you, his eyes darkening. He stepped closer to you, opening his mouth to say something, but the elevator seemed to sense the tension rife in the air and opened at that exact moment. You both snapped out of the haze you were in with Steve beckoning you to his quarters, his hand resting softly on your back.

Back in your room, you realised you needed to take your nightly shower. You were about to call for the nurse, when you remembered that she wasn’t gonna come. Shit. You’d have to call Steve to help with your sling. Closing your eyes, you sighed before you walked to his room, praying to God that you would get through this. Just go in, get the brace off, and get out, you whispered to yourself. With that mantra in mind, you hesitantly knocked on his door. A muffled ‘come in’ reached you, and you timidly entered the lion’s den.

Steve was tinkering with the laptop, clearly engrossed in some work. You felt guilty disturbing him, but it was kind of an emergency.

“Is everything ok?”

“Yes, I..just needed some help with my sling; I tried to take it off, but it’s not coming off. Can you..unfasten it? I’ll be out of your hair in no time..”

Wordlessly, Steve sauntered over to you, turning you around to face the wall. Softly, his fingers undid the clasp of the sling, pulling the straps off your neck, his fingers grazing over your skin gently. You jerked, surprised by the small currents you felt with these small touches. Turning you around, he helped you take your arm out of the sling, his hands accidentally brushing the sides of your breasts. You didn’t dare make eye contact with him; you were sure you would say or do something you would regret later on.

“All done.” he whispered, his eyes not leaving yours. You realised he was merely inches away from your lips; the proximity driving you crazy.

“Thanks.” you mumbled, wanting to run out of the room.

“Are you going to bed? Do you need anything to drink?”

“Yes, I was just gonna head to bed after my shower.”

“You can shower here. I’d be able to keep an eye on you then and you won’t have to worry about any mishaps. See? Win-win.” he said with a grin.

You were about to decline his offer but stopped when he held up his hand. “You need to stop thinking that you’re a burden on me. I like doing things for you, it makes me feel like I’m not totally alone. These two weeks have undoubtedly been one of the best weeks in my life. I like you, and I know you like me. I just want to show you how much I care for you in my own, peculiar ways.” he said, taking your hand in his, drawing patterns on your knuckles softly.

Your mind raced with all the information. You never knew Steve felt this way, he was always so taciturn. Your gaze flitted to his face, his eyes darkening the way they did in the morning. He didn’t need words to convey what his eyes said; he felt the same way you did about him.

You melted as he raised your hand to his lips, placing a kiss which felt like petals grazing your skin. Leaning down, his lips inched closer to yours, his breath tickling your face.

“Tell me if I should stop, and I will.” he whispered.

You waited a beat before making your decision. Raising your lips to his, you touched his lips slightly before murmuring, “don’t stop.”

And that was it. You were lost in the maelstrom of emotions that was Steve kissing you. It started off sweet, with Steve engulfing your lips within his, taking his time to make sure you were enjoying. It turned heated the moment you ran your fingers through his hair, gently tugging on it. Steve ran his tongue over you, begging for entrance. You moaned and opened your mouth, prompting him to unite his tongue with yours, as if to memorise every inch of you. You broke apart, the need for air greater than your desire.

He picked you up and carried you to the bed, placing you on it carefully. Being extremely careful, he pulled off your tee, eyes widening as he took in your bare chest. Kneeling in front of you, he took off your sweatpants and your underwear, leaving soft but searing kisses at every inch of skin he exposed. You sharply inhaled, already feeling yourself get wet even though he hadn’t even touched you properly.

Lowering you to the bed tenderly, he made sure your arm was resting comfortably, placing a pillow underneath the appendage. Placing his hand next to your head, he kissed you deeply, pouring every emotion he felt into that kiss. You moaned as you felt his lips trail lower, leaving kisses along your neck, laving your pulse point. Moving lower, he kissed your breasts, leaving small bites along the way. Taking a swollen nub in his mouth, he sucked on it while massaging the other, prompting you to groan and run your uninjured hand through his hair, wanting him inside you.

While he moved his attention to your other breast, he trailed his fingers down your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He finally reached his destination, his fingers soft against your wet nether region.

“Steve, please..I need you..” you whispered in urgency. His intrepid fingers found your swollen nub and circled; gently at first, and then with more intensity. Moving lower, his digits swirled around your wet lips, before plunging into your tight channel. You gasped as he began thrusting, his knuckles bumping along your front wall, hitting your sweet spot. You had to refrain from arching your back, instead relegating to pulling his head down for a kiss. He increased his speed, adding another finger once he sensed how close you were. You shrieked as you reached your peak, breaking apart from the kiss.

As you opened your eyes, recovering from your orgasm, you saw Steve look at you, an unspoken question in his deep blue eyes. You nodded, cupping his cheek, running your thumb over his soft, soft skin. You don’t know what power he wielded over you, but it didn’t matter. You had no qualms being caught in this spell he wove.

Shedding his clothes, he returned to his place, widening your spread legs with his torso. Sitting back on his heels, he took in your body, his gaze running over every curve, every stretch mark, every beauty spot on your body. Taking his hard member in his hand, he gave a few strokes before lowering himself, running his nose against yours. He ran his tip along your wet folds before plunging into you in one swift move. You gasped and closed your eyes, your head falling back against the pillow. He gave you time to adjust to his size, your walls snug against him. After a moment, he began moving, careful to not move your arm. He started off slow, making sure you felt every inch of him. You hooked your legs around his hips, urging him to move faster. He took the hint, his pace increasing with each thrust. The coil in your belly was tightening and you could feel yourself hurtling towards completion for the second time. Running your hand along his back, your hand made it’s way to his ass, pushing down, begging him for more. Steve held himself up, looking deeply into your eyes, as he sped up his thrusts. You could feel him within you, each thrust hitting your weak spot over and over again.

You screamed his name as you reached your peak, your legs tightening around him; wrapping yourself around him like a vine. He was close too, his thrusts now becoming frantic as he was chasing his end. Your walls contracting around him set off his orgasm as he moaned, spilling every last drop of himself inside you. You both panted, as he dropped his head on your chest, trying to catch his breath. You both stayed like that for a while as you ran your fingers through his scalp, enjoying the feel of his weight on yours.

There were many things to talk about, sure.

But for now, this was more than enough.

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bunny-xoxo · 3 years

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To Call You Mine

college!tsuki x reader series

Ch. 1 - study buddies

warning(s): swearing, early early mornings 😵‍💫, second hand embarrassment LOL

a/n: ahhhhh!! Here’s chapter one of my first series!! I have the masterlist and details linked above but for some quick info: this is a college!au multi chapter fic about tsuki and the reader :) if you’d like to be added to the taglist let me know!! And as always I really appreciate your thoughts and comments n all that :) my inbox is always open!!! Enjoy <3 psps - don’t forget to check out the playlist linked above hhehehe

You’re not sure what woke you first; your alarm, the pain shooting up your back from the stiff cot your university has the audacity to refer to as a “bed”, or your own sour attitude from having to be up so early.

Five am. Five am. It takes a certain kind of sick and twisted individual to suggest meeting up to study at five in the morning. Although, you have to admit, it does take a different kind of person to actually agree to those terms.

Why, why, why, why, why.

Is the mantra you chant to yourself while you mindlessly dress and pack your bag, not even bothering to snatch a power bar from your nightstand for breakfast. Water will have to do.

You make an effort to click the door shut behind you quietly, not wanting to wake up your more than sweet dorm mate who’d surely be focusing on being just as careful as you were right now.

“Oh my gosh, don’t you have that study date in the morning sweetie? You should be sleeping right now.” Bonnie, said dorm mate, leans over the back of your desk chair to peer down at the page of your calculus ll textbook you’ve been staring at for the past ten minutes. Concern is evident in her voice and her body language as she brings up a hand to gingerly rub your shoulder, hoping her small sideways smile will give you a sense of comfort. Or maybe even convince you to give it, and yourself, a rest.

“I know, I know. I just want to be prepared is all. I’m already dropping past a C at the speed of light and I’m sure my professor thinks I’m an idiot, hence him actually setting me up with a tutor, and I don’t need this guy to think I’m one too.” Your head falls in your hands at the end of your sentence, a dramatic groan feeling needed to really emphasize your point, too.

“Okay, just head to bed soon.” She placed a kiss on the top of your head before crawling into her own bed, using a storage container to prop herself onto it properly. She almost made you homesick with the way she doted on you like she was your mother.

You looked over and tapped the screen of your phone to see it read 9:14, not too late. You could reasonably cram in one more lesson.

You scoffed at yourself with the door fully shut and locked. You should’ve listened to Bonnie when you had the chance, it was just past midnight when you finally tore yourself away from last weeks review and decided to get ready for bed. Barely even four hours later and you’re up and getting ready to look at it all again.

You could at least appreciate how quiet the dorm hall was this ea-

“Mornin’, you!”

You internally banged your head against the wall at the bright voice that came towards you with such heavy and loud footsteps, how can someone’s footsteps manage to be so loud on carpet?

You substituted a hello with a gentle smile and wave as your R.A., who definitely didn’t remember your name - which is fine cause you didn’t remember theirs either, rushed past you.

Sighing deeply, you left the warm confines of the dorm building and stepped into the cold and brisk morning, starting your trek to the library.

He couldn’t have even chose a coffee place or something?

You had some, thoughts, about this guy. You didn’t know much about him, only two things.

One, his name: Tsukishima Kei.

Two, he was a good enough student to be assigned to you as a tutor.

You swallowed your slight embarrassment at the thought of your professor reaching out to someone on your behalf and instead chose to focus more on how weird this guy has to be.

Waking up before the sun rises on a Sunday was not something you looked forward to, you don’t think anybody would truly; especially to meet someone for the first time; yet this guy thinks it’s a great idea. So much so he didn’t even think to ask first, just tell you when and where to meet.

Thursday 4:14 pm

- ‘It’s Tsukishima. See you at 5 in the library this sunday.’

- ‘Oh hi!! Oh ok, am or pm?? lol’

Thursday 7:43 pm

- ‘am.’

- ‘Ok cool, see ya then!’

And that was it. Neither of you have texted since, which was three days ago on a Thursday afternoon. It kind of bothered you really, I mean, what kind of self righteous ass-

You took a deep breath and chose to think happy thoughts instead. You’d much rather be in a somewhat pleasant mood when you meet this guy than have some grudge against a stranger. And he probably talks different than he texts, right? You’re sure he didn’t mean to sound like a complete jerk.

You shook your head as if you were shaking away your thoughts as you started to walk along the path to the library. It was a fairly nice walk, about five minutes, and being alone was kind of peaceful on the way there this early.

Your feet shuffled only slightly on the cold concrete surprisingly enough considering the way your fatigue was starting to creep into your joints - but surely the cold wasn’t helping.

It was that kind of morning cold that stung your nostrils when you breathed in and tickled your cheeks and ears. It made your hands clench and unclench in your coat pockets, debating whether or not it’d be worth it to pull the cold metal of your jacket zipper just a centimeter higher in hopes of keeping your neck warmer. The morning fog leaving droplets on the synthetic material of your coat, making it squeak awfully when you moved your arms. And there was the dew on the grass that’d cling onto the tops of your shoe when you had to walk through it.

But the way the old fashioned light posts lit your walk and illuminated the fog kind of made your slight discomfort worth it. And by the time you reached the tall brick library, you could almost say you were in a pleasant mood, almost. And then you remembered why you were here.

You took one final deep breath as you reached the heavy doors of the university library. It was a grand sight really.

The building had its own separate spot on campus, towering at about four stories high, which although didn’t sound ginormous, it definitely felt that way when you had to climb those stairs to the top floor for a book you really didn’t even want. The brick with the foliage creeping up the sides to cover some of the lower windows even gave it an almost magic feeling when you took it in from the outside, it’s too bad that sense of wonder couldn’t be mirrored on the inside.

It was too quiet, especially this early, it smelt almost stale, and everything seemed to have a layer of dust no matter how new a book was. And the bathrooms? Old. Most stalls didn’t even have usable locks at this point. It’s arguably all apart of the charm of such an old building, but it’s not as charming when you have to reach out to keep the stall door closed with your fingertips just to use the restroom. And the water from the sink that never seems to get warm enough when you wash your hands doesn’t help either. Yet the water fountains are always too warm curiously enough.

You made little to no noise besides the occasional rustling of your jacket and squeaking of your shoes as they padded across the dingy off-colored carpet towards the back of the first floor.

There were various sizes of tables spread out throughout the space, few actually matching in color or style. The chairs varied less - but you could still find the oddball desk chair, or the chair with the wooden frame just a tad to wide to feel like a normal seat but just as evenly too small to be a bench.

Your heavy eyes surveyed the dimly lit space in hopes of finding any sign of human life when you finally noticed a backpack haphazardly tossed onto a table, still zipped open. Pens were splayed across the table with a single notebook, scribbles scrawled across the pages too far from you to be read. Not seeing anyone occupying the seat pulled away from the tables edge, you took out your phone to take a peek at the time.

4:58 am

Wow, I’m early?

Shoving your phone back into your pocket you began to make your way towards the (un)occupied table, debating whether a seat closer or farther would be more polite.

If I sit too close that’ll definitely be-

“Hey.”

You felt your shoulders hunch up to your ears and a small gasp leave your mouth at the way the voice behind you so suddenly interrupted your train of thought.

You turned around to come face to face with the voice.

“Are you (y/n)?”

Damn. He’s kinda tall.

Kind of was certainly an understatement. God he was definitely above 6 feet, 6’2” maybe? No, maybe even a little taller.

A single earbud was still in his ear as the other hung down and rested against his chest. He took the time to take the other out and wrap the cord gently around his middle and index finger before shoving it into his coat pocket, presumably the same one with his phone, in an effort to prevent them from getting tangled most likely. He took a deep breath and eyed you up and down before chuckling softly to himself.

“Okay.”

The tall man, who you’re now beginning to realize is Tsukishima, gives you a quizzical stare with a quirked eyebrow as he looks you up and down one last time, definitely judging you and your silence at this point, before turning around and making his way to a table.

Well it’s a good thing he stopped you before you sat at some other strangers table. You don’t think your heart could’ve taken that today.

You watched his back as he made his way towards a table farther into the back, closer to a window peering out onto the foggy and barely illuminated field.

Oh shit

“Oh, sorry!” You clear your throat and begin again, your own sudden volume startling yourself for a moment, as you double your pace to catch up and walk beside him towards a table,

“Um, yeah. Sorry, it’s a little early, brain hasn’t woke all the way up.”

Silence.

At the lack of a response, you decide to awkwardly laugh rather than wallow at the fact he didn’t even give a pity chuckle at your bad attempt at a polite joke to ease the seemingly tense vibe between the two of you.

Okay, well he definitely seems to talk the way he texts.

Clearing your throat again, you tried once more.

“I’m (y/n) by the way, it’s nice to m-“

“I know your name.” He stopped at the table and turned to glance down at you over his shoulder, the tiniest of smirks resting on his face with raised eyebrows, before pulling out a seat to sit in.

Yeah, maybe being quiet for a bit would do you some good. You’ll try again later.

Still trying to shake the embarrassment, no humiliation at this point, you busied yourself with taking out all the proper materials and waiting while he did the same. Sitting patiently opposite of Tsukishima, you decided to finally get a good look at him. Take in what you see and make some judgements.

He shook off his jacket and draped it over the back of his chair, showing you his wide shoulders underneath the simple grey t-shirt he wore. You didn’t fail to notice how the sleeves were cuffed, either.

Hm. Nice look.

Points for Tsukishima.

His hands and ears were slightly pink from the weather outside, contrastingly sweet against the paleness of his skin.

Kinda cute, in like a Keebler elf kind of way.

More points, you guess, for Tsukishima.

He sighed as he opened up the calculus ll textbook, adjusting his glasses with long and slender fingers before flipping through the pages. You decided it’d be best to do the same.

It was quiet for a moment too long when you thought it might be a good idea to try and speak again, but apparently he must’ve had the same idea.

“So, why d-“

“Thanks for-“

Cutting each other off, you pursed your lips as he gave you some emotionless stare, one of you waiting for the other to start back up again.

Andddd, another awkward beat of silence.

Jesus, this was gonna be the longest hour of your life.

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randynova · 3 years

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𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐎𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ♡ 𝐆𝐍! 𝐒/𝐎

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A.N.: I hope you enjoy these and this is what I feel would apply to Shirou. At the moment, I am not taking requests but when I do, I will announce it!

Also thank you, dear people, for liking my last NSFW headcanons! It really motivated to write this and made me feel better about my writing. I’m still gonna be inactive due to school but hey! My health is much better and I’m focusing on school at the moment.

Enjoy!

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Shiro is a 1,000 year old virgin and has no experience, but he knows a basic amount of knowledge about the world of sex and its wonders. Sort of.

But it’s only because he was so focused on the peace and happiness of his fellow beastmen that he neglected this aspect of himself. Plus, it never really came up and if it did, he got distracted with something else.

So imagine when he meets his S/O, who may or may not be experienced or know more about sex than him. If you do have experience, cool! You can show and lead him steadily into the unknown. If you don’t, that’s okay! This will be a learning experience for both of you and you’ll both be at roughly the same pace.

Shirou is mainly vanilla for a majority of the time, being interested mainly in love-making at first rather than just ‘fucking’. It takes time for him to move into having sex for other reasons; such as stress-relieving, for fun, to experiment, etc. Be patient.

At first, Shirou’s natural instincts do kick in and he’ll automatically resort to the traditional doggy-style position. But don’t worry, he does start going into other positions as more time passes.

His favorites are missionary, modified doggy-style/leapfrog, cowgirl/cowboy, and the chairman.

As time goes on, it’s discovered that Shirou is a bottom; please don’t argue with me on this. He’s between a power bottom and pillow prince. A perfect mix of wanting to show his S/O some pleasure and teasing them but also just sitting back and letting his S/O take the lead.

On the rare times that he tops, he has two preferences. Most times, he is still gentle but shows a possessive side and gets a bit rough. So prepare to be more sore than usual. I'll go more into detail in a bit. Very rarely does he get rough.

Shirou isn’t that kinky, I’m saying it now. As much as I love other fandoms, I just can’t see Shirou Ogami as being extremely kinky. He’ll have a few kinks that seem a bit extreme (no, not BDSM) but that is once he gets really comfortable with his S/O.

But keep in mind, people change and I might write him indulging in certain kinks if you guys want me to. Like, I’m pretty open-minded but for certain things.

There is a safe word and all sexual activity must stop once it’s used. Shirou decided it to be “Beast Peace” as it kind of goes with the situation; you want peace, he wants peace, we all want peace. There is also a safe word for outside use and it’s mainly used when someone is upset, the occasional arguing/fighting has gotten to be too much, or when one of them is in a dangerous or uncomfortable situation. It’s “Spring on Jupiter.”

Random SFW HC: He likes the song “Fly me to the Moon.”

Moving on, he has a praise kink. Tell him how good he’s doing, how handsome he is, how much you love him, how amazing it feels, and more. Hearing his S/O’s beautiful voice praising him in his most vulnerable state makes him feel euphoric and quite relaxed; it makes him feel loved.

He doesn’t really like dirty talk, but it’s mainly the degrading kind. His S/O can dirty talk to him only if they praise him while doing it. Once, his S/O tried the really dirty talk and he couldn’t take it, it actually hurt him a bit and he immediately stopped, using the safe-word.

If his S/O apologizes right away, he’ll forgive them. But if they don’t, he’ll be a bit cold and hurt for a while - he needs some alone time as being emotionally attacked while vulnerable made him feel threatened and attacked. He doesn’t wanna be hurt that way again.

Please, apologize right away if any slip ups do occur or else he’ll be emotionally distant for a bit.

He likes the occasional rough sex, as mentioned before. Maybe after a stressful day working to keep the peace in Beast City or just to let his pent-up emotions out somehow. This is the rare times he’ll top, like I mentioned before. He’ll ask before he does so though and if his S/O agrees, he takes them then and there. He likes doing it quick for a majority of the occasional times as he doesn't really like being rough with you.

Let’s say you’re in the library.

Shirou pulls his pants and underwear down hastily, doing the same to you as he bends you over the couch’s arm. He quickly plunges himself into you, drilling his hips at an inhuman speed and relishing in the way your walls wrapped so snugly against his pulsing cock. One hand brushes against your hips, digging his nails into your skin while the other trailed over to your nether regions. The beastman quickly began to stimulate your sacred parts, his nimble fingers working wonders and pulling sweet and sinful sounds from your mouth . God, how lucky he is to have such an amazing person as you? Very lucky he was.

His hands leave their respectful places, one of his hands moving to your head and grabbing a fistful of hair, his finger clutching locks at their root. He yanked it back with one quick move and he threw his head back in bliss.

Low growls rip from his throat, melting into soft whimpers as he picks up the pace, if it’s even possible. The quick , small moans he hears invigorates him and he releases your hair, his hands going back to their previous spots. He leans over, his hands never leaving their place as he bites your shoulder harshly. You yelp, groaning at the sensation of his teeth pricking your skin, sucking hungrily as if you were his last meal, surely leaving a dark welt.

You shiver as you feel Shirou’s hot tongue run over the area, only to repeat the process on your neck. The hand on your hip left and soon Shirou’s arm wrapped itself around your waist, pulling your bodies closer. “So beautiful,” he whispers, his thrusts beginning to get messy and erratic. “You’re so good to me, [N/N]... Ah! Ngh..” He harshly thrusted into you. Shirou’s fingers, sensational love bites, and numbing thrusts soon became too much and you felt yourself unwind. You squeeze around him and release over his hand, releasing a loud and broken moan.

Shirou whimpered, his eyebrows knitting together and his jaw tightening at the pure ecstasy he was experiencing. With a few final quick and deep thrusts, Shirou releases his seed in you and lets out a low moan. Both of you stayed in that position for a few minutes, panting and indulging in the moment. You peered over your shoulder and smiled at your lover.

“That was… something, huh?”

I feel like some people wonder if he’ll go down on his S/O in his beastman form. The answer is yes. There are occasions where he gets so into it that he transforms subconsciously/involuntarily, but there are also occasions where he does it willingly.

The high chances of him turning into a beastman is when he’s stressed, gets overwhelmed, or if his S/O asks.

Shirou’s moans are like a beautiful note being played by Apollo’s harp - absolute music to the ears. They’re soft, mellow moans that stimulate something within and they’re beautiful. Sometimes he whimpers, whines, or groans but his moans are the best.

He likes to try and stay quiet but soon the pleasure gets too much and he starts moaning a bit louder, whimpering his S/O’s name and muttering incoherent words of how he feels.

Let me get this out of the way - Shirou has howled in the bedroom before. He has howled many times in fact. But our wolfman can’t help it, I mean, you treat him like absolute royalty as you focus on his pleasure, making sure he’s satisfied no matter what. For example:

He feels himself being pushed over the edge as your velvet walls squeeze around his throbbing member, milking him for all he’s got as you bounce on his cock. Shirou’s hips wildly buck upwards, throwing his head back into the pillow whilst he shuts his eyes at the overwhelming pleasure that was enveloping his whole being. He squeezes your hips tightly, digging his nails into your delicate skin. The beastman could hear the sweet sound of your voice, purring praises of how good he was and how well he was receiving you.

Small whimpers leave him, strained moans and pants roll off his tongue, and he’s muttering your name like a mantra. The euphoric ecstasy soon gets to be too much, feeling a familiar coil start to tighten and threaten to unwind. Shirou feels your walls tighten even more around him, noticing how you bounce faster on his cock and more erratically. You lean over and bury your face into his chest, your own climax fast approaching.

Shirou growls, running his hands to your bottom and firmly grasping it, ramming his hips up at a godly speed. “Shirou, so.. Ah! So good!” You moan, everything becoming too much for you. You release a high-pitch moan, spilling your juices over your lover’s skin.

Shirou soon followed, suddenly spilling his hot seed deep into you and releasing a deep, broken and raw howl; the sound of his howl was surely heard throughout the city.

Hopefully you enjoyed that little excerpt of one of the times Shirou howled in the bedroom.

Now let’s get into the kinks.

He likes mirror sex

He absolutely loves the way your face scrunches up in pleasure, how your eyes roll back as he bucks his hips into you, bouncing as both of you chase your own climaxes.

Seeing how he can make you crumble under his touch, moan and whimper his name, making eye contact as the knot in your stomach snaps.

*mwuah* Beautiful.

He likes having sex in different locations, but rarely.

Occasionally, he likes taking you on the kitchen counter, the couch, or the floor. His top three favorite places, right next to the bedroom of course.

You look like a whole meal in the kitchen? He’ll gently take you then and there on the counter, missionary or doggy-style, your choice.

Both of you happen to get a little handsy in the living room or get bored watching a movie, both of you will get a lil’ freaky. He takes you from behind, lifting your leg a bit as he inserts you slowly.

If you want to cockwarm, he’ll absolutely go along and just lie down with you like that. His member held firmly by your velvet walls.

Listen, the only reason you guys fuck on the floor is because on some instance, both of you will fall off the bed or couch and just continue your business without moving.

He sorta likes semi-public sex.

You know how wolves have ruts and heats? Yeah, Shirou has that period of his testosterone levels rising and he goes f e r a l.

He wants to fuck you here, he wants to fuck you there, he wants to fuck you everywhere. This man needs some sort of relief, alright? However, usually his self-control is pretty good and he can hold back from pouncing you in public - most of the time.

If he can’t take it anymore and you happen to be out with him at the time, he will take you then and there. He drags you to a nearby closet or bathroom and fucks you raw, having your legs wrap around his waist as you bounce on his cock or he drills his length into you as he pushes you against the wall, thrusting and rutting until both of you reach that sweet release.

Luckily, he carries some tissues with him and cleans both of you up. He kisses your forehead and attempts to fix both of you up, trying to get rid of the fresh-sex look before either one of you step back out.

Shirou does not like to be called daddy/sir/master/etc. It makes him feel weird and uncomfortable. If his S/O tries to, he immediately shuts them down with a look, explaining how it makes him feel. He sees no point in it and rather be called by his name or a sweet nickname - he wants to keep this simple. I believe it's because he's had bad experiences with most authority figures so he feels a bit powerless and in some sort of danger.

If you want to call him that, then good luck because Shirou won’t accept it and only wants to be called by his name/nickname(s). If you don’t like it and keep pushing for it, Shirou will eventually suggest his S/O to find someone else if they can’t respect and accept the boundaries he has set.

And if you're thinking just because he's a bottom, he'll like it, you're wrong. Period.

That being said, Shirou won’t really indulge in the daddy/mommy kink, he feels uncomfortable.

He has a biting kink. Shirou Ogami loves biting his S/O and leaving marks on their skin; it gives him a primal sense of intimacy. He won't do it right away though, he'll reveal it later in the relationship.

Shiro loves grazing his teeth against your skin, nibbling it before sinking his teeth in, and sucking the soft flesh until he leaves a noticeable red welt behind.

The moans you make as he makes one feels him with pride and love.

Oh but hey! He loves them too! When his S/O gives him his own markings, he can't help but whimper and hold them close, feeling so happy that you, his mate, has decided to grace him with.

Now you may be wondering, "hey, does shirou have a breeding kink since he's a wolf??"

Oh yeah, definitely. He has a breeding kink and wishes nothing more than to fill you to the brim with his cum if it means there's a chance you'll carry his pups. Even if his S/O can't have children, he still enjoys the thought of filling them up.

However, he is pretty shy about it and usually pulls out. If you two are using protection, he'll unload and just toss the condom in the trash.

Shirou is still gentle, he’ll only turn it up a notch if you beg him to reorganize your guts and milk him for all you got.

Oh, aftercare? Don’t worry! Shirou has already got that covered. He’s already carrying you to the bathroom, running a nice hot bath for you and rummaging through the fridge for your favorite snacks. He returns and gently helps you bathe yourself. Once both of you are done, he carries you to your shared bed and pulls out your fav snacks, letting you happily eat them as he goes to take a quick shower. He joins you in bed soon afterwards and starts to softly rub all the places he hurt, muttering small apologies and praises.

He turns into his beastman form as he knows you love cuddling into his fluff, especially after sex.

Remember how I said he likes “Fly Me to The Moon”? You two hum the song after sex, especially after a rough, draining session.

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depressedacadamia · 3 years

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I’m scared of the dark!

Summary: Annabeth notices someone running behind her as she walks back to her dorm at 1 in the morning. She does the only thing she can think of- Run

Warnings: This is quite a creepy piece and has dark descriptions of the reality of walking alone in the dark- It does end happily though, if thats any use.

A/N: My exams are over!! Since I didn’t post a fic last week, here’s one today!! For this, I really wanted to explore a more creepy and gothic writing style so if that isn’t your thing, feel free to pass! <3 from me!!

Read on A03

Don’t look behind you, just keep walking. Ignore those footsteps, you’re being paranoid, Just keep walking, just keep walking, just keep walking.

The words repeated themselves in Annabeth’s mind like a mantra as she walked back to her dorm, clutching her books to her chest as if her life depended on it. It was almost 1 in the morning and she had accidentally fallen asleep in the library.

She had told herself that it would only be a 5 minute nap.

5 minute nap my ass she thought as she pushed the muscles in her legs to move as fast as they possibly could without drawing any attention to herself. She could feel another presence. Everytime she passed a lamp post, she would pause, take a frantic glance around trying to find the source of the ominous sound.

Tap, tap, tap.

Her head spun around, searching for the sound. Was that a racoon? Stray cat? Do stray cats show up here? She could see her breath in the air, misty and cloudy- just like her surroundings. She was surrounded by the cold that seeped into the shadows, like a vampire draining the victim of its life.

That very well may be my life being drained if I don’t get back quickly.

Her thoughts were only exacerbating her fear and paranoia of the situation. She felt as if she was watching a horror film and any second now, the killer would jump out and the unknowing victim would be nothing but another corpse left behind for the campus to find when it was all too late.

Tap tap tap.

Her legs moved faster, she was almost breaking into a run. The transparent doors of her apartment complex were almost visible. The light was more present, she could see her surroundings.

Tap tap tap

She felt her legs take over, breaking into a run. Her head quickly turned back only to see a dark hooded figure sprinting at full speed towards her. She took no time to realise that the figure was also looking behind them as if they were being chased but instead moved so fast that she felt whiplash against her face from the cold bite of the wind.

She lunged at the double doors, stumbling past them, trying to make her way to the elevator. Her hand slapped the button, desperately pushing at it as if it could make the elevator move any faster.

“Please, please,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from the heavy breathing.

The elevator continued its slow progress as if Annabeth wasn’t about to get murdered any second now. She turned her head slightly, only to see that the hooded figure was now much closer than before and also intending on entering the same building as her.

Her body dropped into flight mode. Glancing back at the elevator, she managed to calculate that in the amount of time she had and the amount of time it would take for the elevator to arrive, the guy would have probably already murdered her.

She decided the copious amounts of stairs to her dorm were no longer as long as they had once been. She threw herself at them, skipping 2 steps at a time, her breath beating out of her with every step. Her hand slipped into her pocket, fishing for her keys.

Finally, as she arrived on her floor, she whipped her head around, checking her surroundings. The corridor was dark, only illuminated by the sliver of light that would emerge at the bottom of a door occasionally, indicating that somebody was indeed awake and therefore would hear her screams.

As to not alert anybody of her presence, she moved slowly, her foot lifting up in slow motion only to bring it back down on the carpeted floor. Her hand gripped around her keys, both for protection and to prevent the clanging sound from ricocheting across the empty corridor.

The dark was consuming each door, it was almost impossible to see which door was hers.

Shuffle shuffle shuffle.

She froze.

“W- wh-who’s th-there?” Annbeeth’s voice came out shaky, her breathing still heavy from the running. She was only answered with silence.

Tap tap tap

Her footsteps became more frequent, her worries about someone hearing her fading- someone already knew she was here, there was no point trying to hide it, she should focus on trying to get back to her apartment as fast as she could.

Her pants became quieter and quicker- just like her thoughts. They whizzed past in her mind, even too fast for even her brain to process. Her eyes were wide, darting around frantically, never finding a source of the sound.

In an odd way, she wanted to find the source, if it meant knowing what or who was there.

Ding ding ding.

Annabeth left out a shriek only muffled by her hands moving to cover her mouth and the abnormally loud opening of the elevator doors. She saw a foot step out and she felt paralysed. She couldn’t move, she wanted to run, she wanted to scream- maybe to even beg for her life, but it seemed that there was flight, fight and freeze mode; right now, unhelpfully, her body had chosen freeze mode.

Her eyes moved to the hooded figure's head and she could make out dark tufts of hair that protruded from the front of the hoodie. The hair was so dark that it blended with the night itself- the only way Annabeth could see it was due to the light from the elevator.

She watched as the doors closed, stealing the light and hope with it.

Slowly, she began to back away from the hooded figure who was staring directly back at her. Her hand tried to silently fumble with keys in her hand, ready to protect herself. As she fumbled with them in one hand, she made the mistake of letting all the keys collide and immediately the clanging sound of keys gave her away.

The figure was hooded. Hooded like Death itself. Annabeth could feel the piercing stare of the figure staring at her- She, for a brief moment, forgot about her grotesque fate and for a second, only a second, wondered what colour their eyes were- were they green, or were they piercing blue? Or maybe they were a warm brown or a dangerous black, the kind that Death would stare their victims down with.

She watched, still shuffling backwards in fear as the figure reached his arm out towards the wall. Annabeth could then make out a weird contraption underneath his other arm. It seemed to be flat but had 4 eyes- only that two were on the front and two at the back. It was flat and she could only imagine the multide of ways one could torture another with such a contreaption.

Click

If she wasn't so terrified she might have said that this was the sound of a light switch being turned on but her fear, very reasonably, was overruling her. The sound ‘click’ to her in that moment sounded like one of the worst possible things ever.

Was that a gun?

She couldn't hold in her fear anymore. She turned around, running, running for her life. Running like someone with everything to lose, running for herself and every reason she could think of for running away.

Click click click

As if she were truly in a horror film, about to meet her fate, a single light at the end of the endless corridor flickered on. For a second, Annabeth thought she was free, she thought she could see her apartment, but as she stared at the numbers on the doors, they all seemed unfamiliar.

It struck her- She was on the wrong floor.

The light flickered on and off, on and off- teasing her, luring her like a moth to a flame. Once she got to the end, she wouldn't be able to go anywhere- she’d be trapped, like a fly in a spider's web. She shivered at the thought of spiders.

“Wait!” A voice called out. “ Hey, hey!”

Annabeth did nothing of the sort. Her body was slick with sweat, the loose strands of hair around her face stuck to her face with sweat. She turned her head back, only for a second, just to see how far she was and-

-Oof!

She collided into something and her face was glued to a wall.

She pulled away from the wall, and scrambled around, trying to get off her knees.

But all was too late. As she glanced up, she was met with black hair and a hand that was offered in her face. She couldn't bring herself to take the hand- no matter what hyer fate was.

She managed to pull herself back to her feet. She turned slightly and froze- Flight, Freeze, time for Fight.

“Are you okay?” The voice asked her. The question caught her off guard. Why were they being nice? Weren’t they meant to try and kidnap her, and then mutilate her body to the point that the police couldn't recognise her?

Her voice failed her entirely. She only managed to press herself more desperately against the wall behind her. The light above her flickered again. She caught a flash of the face but it was enough to drain the life of her. It was the weirdest combination of features she had ever seen and somehow it fit.

The eyes were green, a soft green and somehow they seemed to be able to scare her, the coldness they held under the harsh flickering light in the darkness was all too similar to the brutal sea. His expression yet, seemed concerned and his mouth was set in a firm line- whether than was from concern or perhaps frustration or even anger, Annabeth was too startled to tell.

“I’m sorry, I must have scared you. I wanted to give this to you, I think you dropped it when you started running.” And surely enough, in their hands, there lay Annabeths most recently taken out book on architecture- the very book that had gotten her into this mess.

“I-'' She was about to thank him but her tone turned visceral. “Why were you chasing me?”

She could feel her stomach churning, threatening to throw up her food but she couldn't let her pride be taken away. She had run- yes, but very reasonably. Time to see his reasoning for trying to kill her. The boy looked uneasy at her question, as the light above them finally stopped flickering and finally did its job, illuminating the small space around them. Annebth looked at her perpetrator and was shocked.

“Percy?”

On recognizing that voice, Percy looked up, bewildered. “Annabeth?”

“What were you doing chasing the first girl you saw at night?” Annabeth asked, her tone very much accusative. She stood her ground with her hands resting on her hips, no longer tucking her chin into her chest and rather holding her head up.

“I-I wasn’t- I swear, I wasn't! It’s just that, that…”

“It’s just that what?”

Percy mumbled something under his breath, bringing his hood down as he ran his hand through the messy hair.

“Huh?”

I-” His ears and face tinged a light shade of pink, “I’mscaredofthedark.”

“Stop speaking so fast or I’m just going to assume you’re secretly a serial killer who stalks college girls on his Wednesdays.”

“I don’t, I swear, I’m just scared of the dark, okay!” Percy bursted out, flinging his arms in front of him. Annabeth could see that Percy seemed almost as terrified as she did, his face drained of colour, skateboard held protectively underneath his arm and hood held over his head.

“You’re…. Afraid of the dark?”

“It’s not something I pride myself on,” he mumbled, looking away.

Annabeth took a deep breath, acknowledging that she wouldn’t die because Percy couldn’t hurt a fly.

“Did I scare you?” His voice came out as a small squeak.

She rubbed the back of her head as if she was slightly embarrassed. “Uh., a bit.”

“Sorry.” he rubbed his shoe into the carpet, refusing to make eye contact with Annabeth.

“Thanks for my book...er try not to run behind girls late at night though… it can give the wrong idea…”

“I’m sorry, really really sorry. It was so dark and I was terrified and I must have imagined that it was terrifying for you as well, to just see some hooded guy in the dark just running like crazy,” Percy rambled nervously.

Annabeth let out a half hearted laugh as they walked to Percy;’s apartment door. “Yeah, when you put it like that, it’s slightly less intimidating.”

“Thanks for not killing me- I guess you were prepared though with your keys in your hand and everything.”

Annabeth raised her eyebrow and then her fist when realising she had inserted a key in between each knuckle crevice, wolverine style, in an attempt to make some sort of brass knuckle. ”Careful, I still might.”

Percy frowned when he looked at her fist. Hey reached out to key wolverine fist to readjust it.

“Hey, just a word of advice, if you actually want to do an attacker's damage, putting a key in between each knuckle won't do much. Instead, hold the biggest and sharpest key you have like a knife, and then aim somewhere like the face- it;’s more likely to destabilize them and stop them from coming after you. The key in between each knuckle thing is most likely to just slightly scratch their face when you punch it and annoy them even more.”

Annabetyh was slightly stunned. “ Uh., uh.,oh thank you, thank you.. I guess. If you don't mind me asking, how do you know this?”

Percy shrugged. “ I have a younger sister. And a few friends who have a hobby of fighting, I guess I kinda learnt how to fish them out of bad situations.”

Annabeth opened her mouth and closed it again, similar to a goldfish. They both stood outside of Percy’s apartment, as he slotted his key in and opened his door.

Percy noticed that Annabeth still looked quite shaken from what had happened earlier so he held the door a little wider.

“Do you want to come in?”

Annabeth smiled

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Can the past truly be rewritten? Can one simply erase the thunder and rain, leaving behind only the rainbows and sunshine? Can the imperfections be ushered away with the eraser shavings? Or will they remain engrained into the page – its presence serving as a reminder that no one can escape their past.

The answer of course, is that the past cannot be rewritten.

Recently, there were three people, connected by destiny, who struggled to accept this fact. Unfortunately, you were included in said group. But instead of surrendering, you chose to wield your stubbornness as a sword, refusing to accept reality, and refusing to accept defeat. The truth of the matter was… you could not afford to concede. As if you did, you would never be able to return to the love that bathed your world in colour. And the world has stolen far too much from you – could you really survive if it stole him?

You needed to rewrite these last few months, if you didn’t, every moment you shared with him would be tainted in a blinding crimson. The warnings issued by your best friend and sister were true – you knew that what your relationship needed was time. But you were absolutely terrified that time would not be enough to mend the damage. And so, your mind remained clouded with thoughts of fantasy and seized by fear.

“I’m leaving now, Tooru. Have fun at practice later.” A faint smile was presented in the setter’s direction, as you shoved your right hand into your jacket pocket.

“Have fun, y/n-y/n! But not too much fun.” The mocha haired male ripped his gaze away from the cellphone screen, before tossing a playful wink.

Rolling your eyes, a gentle laugh was pushed past your teeth. You were thankful that he remained oblivious to the surge of emotions thrashing against the thin mask you prepared for him. It was better this way – fake it until you make it, right?

As you began down the hallway, the clicking of your boots with the surface soon syncretized with your breathing, forcing it to a slower pace. Once in the elevator, you removed your hand from your pocket, analyzing it for any defects. The caffeine consumed earlier prompted tremors to claim your fingers. It was a miracle you were able to complete your texts without any mistakes. But it appeared that after steadying your breathing pattern, your limbs returned to regular functioning.

Maybe it would be okay. Everything would be okay.

The mantra was repeated internally until you reached the lobby, providing a boost of confidence to your step. Within a few seconds you were able to locate the one responsible for your frazzled mental state. The familiar black-haired male was stood outside the glass barriers with his eyes glued to the cement below. Dressed in blue jeans and a thin corduroy jacket, he sincerely outshined any models you were fortune enough to collaborate with. The sight flooded your senses with adoration, drowning out the remaining anxiety that inhibited your veins. When he caught onto your presence, a smile warmed his features and you found yourself unable to maintain a frown.

At the end of the day, he was still the same man you fell in love with. The same one who filled your days with love and happiness.

Perhaps that would be enough to override the scarlet rain that loomed over you.

“Hi there.” When you joined your fiancé outside, a teasing smirk tugged at the ends of your lips. “Look at you, lookin’ like a whole ass snack.”

“Well, hello to you too. I’m glad you approve of my outfit.” Joy glimmered in his grey irises while a low chuckle was expelled. He was skeptical in asking his brother for fashion guidance earlier, but it seemed that his twin’s advice was useful once again.

“Are you sure you’re not the model, and I’m the cook in the relationship? I mean, I do make some mean onigiri.” Proceeding a step closer to him, you trailed the tips of your fingers along the sleeve of his coat, permitting your fingers to linger when you reached his wrist.

His eyes flickered to your wandering hand, and without missing a beat, he caught your fingers with his, weaving them together naturally. Truthfully, he wanted to embrace you or obtain some form of physical contact the second he laid eyes on you, what he was searching for was permission. He was unsure what boundaries were required under the circumstances, but he was thankful that he was still allowed to hold your hand.

“You do. I have a lot to learn from you, chef.” With his gaze returning to yours, you were quick to notice how the physical contact eased him.

“You’re so cheesy.” Clicking your tongue, you shook your head, feigning disappointment. The theatrical response served as a distraction from the heat flowing from his skin and the little tingles spreading along your arm. But when Osamu squinted at you with an adorable pout fixing onto his lips, your resolve to continue the performance was completely obliterated. He was only playing along with your charade, and yet his response had led you to shift tactics. “Good thing I like cheese!”

Amazing save, right?

“Yeah, good thing.” The forced retort granted the cook a surge of confidence, and in a surprising movement, he leaned forward, pressing a small kiss to the tip of your nose. The exchange forced an imaginary clog to immediately form inside your throat. Needless to say, you did not see that coming.

In an attempt to dismiss the swirl of emotions his action instigated, you pushed away from him, before beginning down the pathway. Issuing a cough to clear your passageways, your attention was forced onto a random building. “Okay, come on. We’ve got a fifteen-minute walk to go. Follow me.”

Exhaling a laugh mixed with a sigh, he nodded, trailing close behind you.

“I’ll follow you anywhere, y/n.”

The journey to the botanical garden was mostly filled with playful banter, and half-hearted laughter. Somehow you had successfully managed to fool yourself into thinking that everything was fine – that your relationship was not littered in punctures. It was peaceful; the fantasy you had created. It was safe.

The botanical garden that Osamu had selected for your first stop was laid out in the style of a French garden, with a green house that resembled a crystal palace. Breathtaking was surely an understatement, and for the first time since you joined him, Osamu found himself entranced by something other than your presence. Tightening his grip around your hand, he gently brushed his thumb against your skin in a soothing manner.

“This is incredible.” The proclamation was accompanied by a wide-eyed expression. He was never into gardens; but even he was in awe at the sight ahead.

Humming in agreement, you shifted your attention to the centre fountain. It was your favourite spot on the land, and consequently where you took a picture of teddiursa for your Instagram page.

“It feels like a fairy-tale garden, huh?”

The suggestion forced him to return his gaze to you, prompting you to raise an eyebrow quizzically.

“With you here, it sure does.” He was evidently pleased with the corny statement, a fact that could be ascertained by the little twitch of his mouth. He was clearly attempting to suppress his laughter.

“You better not be saying I am a princess, because you and I both know that is not true.” Contorting your features in artificial irritation, a little huff was discharged. But the theatrics were dismantled when he voiced his explanation, replacing irritation with surprise.

“Oh, of course not. But even demons need a place to live.”

“Demon?!” Halting abruptly on the path, your mouth opened and shut twice as you struggled to find a suitable response.

“Not just a demon, the prettiest demon.” Finally releasing the laughter, he stored inside his chest, he tugged you into his embrace, before pressing his cheek against your head. A growl erupted inside of your throat as you begrudgingly rested your forehead against his chest.

“Yeah yeah. Nice save.”

A comfortable silence blanketed over you two as you began along the pathway, observing and admiring the flower-filled beds and impeccably manicured geometric lawns. However, comfort slowly morphed into distress as you wandered deeper into the vined arches that connected the greenhouse and the “garden of senses”. Without the distraction of conversation, it was straining to drown out the whispers issued by the little voice inside your head. The whispers gradually increased in volume until you could no longer differentiate your own voice from the creatures fuelling your anxiety.

It won’t last – this isn’t real. It is solely a fantasy you have forced upon yourself to cope. He doesn’t love you like he did – no matter what you do now… your love will always be infected with a fatal disease.

The featured attraction hosted only two other visitors; a couple. The happiness emanating from the couple stole the tiniest bit of sanity you were clinging to. And when the stranger knelt down on one knee, reaching for an item in his jacket, nausea bubbled inside your stomach. The sight should have not twisted your guts, tangling your organs – but it did. And it hurt. God, it hurt.

“Hey, come here.”

Despite the waves of agony that came packaged with the sight ahead; you could not stop watching. Not until your fiancé’s voice broke you from your trance. As you rubbed away at the tears hanging onto your lashes, Osamu guided you along the path until you reached an isolated portion of the garden. Once you were alone, and no longer in earshot of any others, he released your hand, then brushed through his hair in frustration.

“I know what you’re doing. You don’t have to act okay, y/n. You don’t have to force yourself to be happy.” The frustration was aimed at himself, for inadvertently pushing for some sense of normalcy. It was selfish for him to have wanted it – to have hoped for it.

“Well shit, guess I blew my cover.” The comment was coated in sarcasm, though you intended for it to sound lighter than it did. The tears resting upon the pads of your fingers did not also help the tense atmosphere.

“I need you to know that you have every right to be angry. You’re allowed to hate me!” The latter of the sentence was vocalized in a lower octave, a detail that only brought you to feel defeated. Because you don’t hate him, and you can’t hate him. “I deserve it all. But if we really want to move on, it can’t be like this.” Unsure what to do with himself, he shifted on the spot uncomfortably, tugging at his roots.

“You idiot. I don’t hate you. I hate this situation. I hate that it got to this.” Dragging a palm down your visage, a groan was muffled. “It’s fine. Can we just enjoy this, please?”

Just keep pretending that it’s okay. Keep pretending. Please. Let me keep pretending.

“No. I can’t enjoy it when you’re hurting.” Shaking his head, sorrow crossed his face, molding his features. “Talk to me. Tell me what I can do to lessen the pain.” A small step was advanced closer, he was seconds from capturing you in his arms once more, desperate to fix the pieces he damaged.

But his ambitions were momentarily abandoned when rageful sentiments ripped from your throat. “I want to start over. I want to erase what happened! Can you do that, ‘Samu?! Do you have a damn magic pencil and a magic storybook that can fix everything?!” Clenching your teeth, your eyelids narrowed into daggers. Of course, your question was unreasonable, you knew that. But you were exhausted, so damn exhausted and you didn’t care.

You genuinely expected him to point out the flaws in your request, yet instead you were met with laughter. Pressing a palm against his stomach, the cook laughed loudly, even stumbling a step back in the process. At this point it was impossible to tell who was the insane one – him or you.

“Are you laughing at my pain, you sadistic gremlin?” Your mascara heavy eyelids fluttered open and shut as you strived to comprehend what was occurring.

Osamu raised a finger, silently requesting that you abandon your accusations as he composed himself.

“No. I’m laughing at the fact you’re screaming at me and referencing a tv show at the same time. It’s the most you thing you’ve done in a while.” Resuming his mission to eliminate the space between you, he caught your face with both of his palms, before aligning his forehead with yours. His reasons for breaking into laughter held some logic, but a pout still registered onto your mouth. And even with your foreheads connected, you averted your stare, unable to maintain eye contact. “Listen to me, y/n. I don’t have a magic pencil, or a magic storybook. And don’t even think of asking if I have a hot tub time machine. But I will do whatever I can to make this right. Just tell me… something reasonable.”

For a moment, you chewed on the inside of your cheek, contemplating what answer to bestow upon him. In the end, your heart took reign of your vocal cords, leaving your brain face palming in shame. “I wanna redo these last three months.”

Woops, you said it.

Osamu blinked down at you, mulling over your strange request. If he could snap his fingers and go back in time, he would. But maybe there was another way to accomplish this goal. Inhaling a breath, he nudged his nose against yours in effort to gain your wandering attention. “Okay. Let’s do that. I’ll reset our phones, and calendars. We can do it right. You can do more gigs and I’ll follow you around the world. I won’t miss a single thing.” The proposal did not contain a single hint of humour, he needed you to know that he was serious.

“Really?” His words impelled a fluttering sensation to bloom inside your chest. The fact he was even entertaining your bizarre request was astounding. It was enough to nourish the seed of hope that was planted with his arrival.

“Yeah. Really.” Lowering his face, he guided his mouth to yours. The tenderest kiss was applied to your lips, lasting barely a minute. You loved how you could taste the sweetness of the tea he had earlier in the day. How his lips fit against yours perfectly. And mostly, you loved that this time, the action did not fill you with fear for the future.

You were simply… hopeful, and maybe a little bit excited.

“So what do you say, y/n? Let’s do it again, shall we?”

Let’s do it again, shall we - let’s do it again

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adorehs · 3 years

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12/12/12

Here’s my spooky-ish Harryween fic (a day late, which I apologize for!) This is one million percent not proofread and definitely very rushed and for that I am sorry.

Summary: Detective!Y/N has trouble cracking Suspect!Harry. But he seemed to have cracked her. (4k words)

Warnings: violence at the end (this includes blood), mentions of death and murder, angst if you could call it that. I am probably missing some but PLEASE do not read this if you are not comfortable with the themes that are portrayed above.

They tried to pin a murder on him, little old Harry who couldn’t swat a fly. Not in his right mind, anyway.

He was quite confused when they called him in with the intent of asking him questions regarding the night of December 12th. He doesn’t remember anything about that night at all, in fact. He was seemingly blackout drunk in the corner of his best friend’s apartment with a bottle of vodka in his hand and a hat fell on his face as his mouth fell open and soft snores fell out as everyone around him danced into the early morning.

December twelfth.

The day his mom died, the day he tries to forget every year, the day he takes off from work, the day he does everything but think.

He sat silently in the room- the walls a bleak grey and the lights dim. There were no windows except the small piece of glass that sat at the top of the textured door and in each corner of the room there sat a small security camera that followed Harry intently.

His fingers tapped in a calming rhythm of threes and his leg bounced lightly in anticipation for his interrogation. His eyes darted from his hands that were splayed out in front of him to the camera directly across from him as he leaned father back into his chair and stretched his legs out fully.

He let out a sigh as he sat in silence- he was bored and ready to go home. It was an utter waste of time in his mind- there was nothing he could give away. He wasn’t there, as much as he could match the description of a white male with brown hair with a few extra inches off the top of his head.

The door squealed as it opened, a woman scurrying in with a folder of files in her arms and a navy pantsuit hugging her figure as she sits down at the table across from him, “Hi, Harry, I’m Detective Y/N Y/L/N,” her hand reached out calmly to meet Harrys.

He watched her as they shook hands and he pulled his hand back and folded it into his harm, “Uh, just to be clear, there’s a microphone right there,” she gestured across from her where his hands once rested, “It’s quite small and you should refrain from putting your hands over it, unless you want to come back for a day of interrogation,” she chuckled softly.

Harry nodded silently as she continued to stumble through her opening lines, “There are cameras in each corner so this is being recorded. Do with that as you will,” she sighs before opening her file and sitting up straighter than before.

“Well, uh, Harry, I appreciate you coming in today. I know it’s a bit harder with cases like this… we try to refrain from declaring someone as, uh,” she paused to find her words.

“Mhm,” Harry hummed in understanding.

“As not being alive until we have evidence that they’re not, so we uh, we’re treating this case as an emergence.”

“Absolutely, yeah,” Harry commented with a small frown falling onto his face.

“Okay so, uh, we’ll be fast forwarding through some details that we would finalize later and we will have this be a bit more thorough of an interview so we don’t have to keep calling you back again,” she trailed off into silence. “Theresa read you your rights earlier and I just want to reiterate that you can walk to the lobby if you ever feel uncomfortable and I will treat you with respect and have the same expectation for you.”

“‘Course,” he nods in understanding.

“So uh, would you agree that there is a, a connection, uh geographically, with you and your mother Anne’s death and her, uh, supposed murderer Russell Williams?”

Harry’s face fell slightly, “Uh, sure, yeah, geographically,” he was in a state of shock. He didn’t expect his mother to be brought up.

“Alright so to be quite frank, uh, that’s a bit of why you were more of a suspect- matched the description from Miss Canaue, uh, Mr. Williams’s neighbor, and uh, your obvious connection with the man,” Y/N informed the man before him. Her eyes met his for the first time since she walked in and he appreciated the contact. He nodded as a response, urging Y/N to continue.

“So, uh, let’s backtrack. Why did you miss work on the tenth? Your log reported you called in as sick, is this true?”

“Yes, that is true. I had been getting over a stomach bug that weekend. Called in sick to finish my recovery,” Harry confirmed.

Y/N nodded in confirmation, “And had you contacted your doctor because you had felt, uh, sick that weekend?”

“Not necessarily,” Harry trailed off, “I called so I could have him prescribe me more promethazine… but besides that, I did not speak to him about my symptoms.”

“Alright,” Y/N glanced at the file that was open before her, “Were you bedridden for the majority of that day?”

“No, I went to the grocery store that night and I picked up my prescription from the pharmacy round the corner from my apartment,” Harry explained. He stretched his legs out further, a nervous tick he had developed when in school. Y/N’s demeanor intimidated him- he felt his body trying to move at every opportunity to create distance between himself and the woman before him.

“And do you remember the route you took to the grocery store?” Y/N asked with a slight quirk in her eyebrow.

Harry’s brows furrowed at the odd question, “Probably went down Main Street and went to the Publix off 86th.

“And you’re aware that Mr. Williams lives off of 86th?”

“Sure,” Harry nods.

“Alright, and I’m assuming you’re unaware that Miss Canaue saw a man with a similar appearance the night of the tenth?” Y/N’s eyes watched Harry’s carefully as he decided his next words carefully.

“No, I did not know that, but I go down that route every day. Don’t see how that makes me a suspect.”

“Yes, but you were sick,” Y/N pressed.

“Yeah, had a bug,” he repeated.

“Right, so you were sick and left your apartment once- possibly twice- that day and still managed to be around his home?”

Harry let out an obnoxious groan and ran a hand over his face, “It’s the fuckin grocery store off the largest street here. If that makes me a suspect better get everyone who has brunette curls,” he argued.

“Harry you’re not the only suspect. And you’re not on trial.”

He let out a scoff at Y/N’s ironic comment, “Yeah but if you don’t believe me, I will be,” he said, “Falsely,” he muttered.

It was a wonder that he hadn’t taken up the offer to leave whenever he felt uncomfortable considering Harry was repeating a string of curses towards the poor girl in his mind like a mantra.

He had been sitting in the uncomfortable fold out chair for two hours and Y/N’s posture has deteriorated significantly in their time- though she was just as scary as the first moment she strode into the room.

Harry was deciding if it was the confidence that surged from her body or if it was the navy pantsuit she wore that made her seem like a lawyer going into the courtroom with a billionaire- she just had a way about her that screamed power and Harry loved it- he was intrigued and distracted by her, though he also wanted to shove her out of the room.

“Mr. Styles?” she asked with a sharp tone, “On the twelfth you were out partying?” she asked, confused.

Harry nodded, “Correct.”

“Then why did you take off work?”

“It was the day my mum- Anne died. Take it off every year and go to my best mates house. He throws a party and I get drunk.”

“Mr. Horan, yes? He’s a suspect as well,” Y/N mumbled.

“What did he get too close to 86th? Is it because he’s embracing the natural brown of his hair? Told him he should’ve stayed blonde,” Harry snapped back. He was impossibly tired and more than ready to be headed home- he didn’t do anything- that he was certain of.

Y/N’s eyes trace her file and slowly find Harry’s, “If you don’t want to continue you are more than welcome to come back another day but I do not appreciate the tone you are using. You are not on trial and Mr. Horan is not on trial. We are just trying to find information.”

Harry’s eyes diverted quickly. He felt like he was being scolded by his mum after getting a bad grade on a math test; ‘It’s not my fault my teacher sucks!’ he would defend.

“It just seems like I’ve been here for ages and we aren’t getting anywhere- am I really just a suspect or are you lot convinced I’m the murderer of another murderer?”

“It seems you have strong feelings towards Mr. Williams and it seems as though we are not reaching when we assume you had something to do with it- whether that be hiring someone or doing it yourself we don’t know,” Y/N sighs out.

She uncrosses her legs and folds her arms above the table. Leaning into her own body, she comments with just low enough of a volume to be deemed seductive, “Am I incorrect with my assumption, Mr. Styles?”

Harry mirrored her body language, “Extremely. I had nothing to do with this. Wasn’t even conscious.”

“Am I incorrect in my reasoning?”

Harry takes a long pause knowing he has to choose his words carefully, “No but that reasoning can be applied to far too many people for you to make a definitive conclusion.”

Y/N tuts softly while reading over her evidence, “Alright fair enough.” She maintains eye contact with Harry for a short moment before putting the papers back into the manila file folder.

“What’re you doing?” Harry perks up, straightening his posture and pushes his chair back slightly.

“We have been going in circles for two hours. I think we are in need of a break, no?”

“Uh- sure yeah,” Harry left a pregnant pause before he spoke again, “Do you- uh- do you want to get food?”

Y/N stood from her chair with a relieved sigh. She checks her watch before looking at Harry, “I think that’s a conflict of interest,” she sent him a soft smile.

“What if we just conveniently end up at the same restaurant?” Harry asks, “Then maybe our tables are right next to each other so we just decide to sit at the same table to save space.”

Y/N lets out a soft chuckle and glances at the microphone that sat at the table. Harry eyes the microphone and stands up, his jacket dropping on top of it.

“I’ll be at the café down the road in ten minutes- please don’t be late,” Y/N whispers. Harry sends her a smile before nodding slightly and picking up his jacket, making his way to the door, leaving in a hurried motion.

Y/N smiles to herself before following him, leaving at a leisurely pace. “We’ll be back in an hour, Theresa. Keep the room open, please.”

Y/N was purposefully vague with her location- she didn’t know if he was just fucking around or if he genuinely wanted to have lunch. So, she settled on telling him it was a café- one of four that was down the road from the station. She said not to be late so she knew that if he found her, he was being serious.

It was an odd precaution to take, but she was not going to allow Harry, a supposed murderer, seduce her into relieving his suspect status. She was careful and calculated for that reason. She wanted to ensure that he wasn’t using her in the many ways he could.

Y/N was a beautiful woman and Harry was not blind to that. She sat prim and proper and wore clothes that fit her body just right. Her face, though seemingly free of makeup, seemed to be the most attractive one he’s seen in ages- though he would never let that slip. As much as he could deny his involvance with the case, he was a suspect and getting lunch with his interrogator is all too suspicious to begin with.

“You found me,” she smiled once she saw Harry’s curls in her peripheral vision.

“Honest to god, it was the first place I looked. And I used to come here all the time. Food’s the best,” he said, settling in across from her.

She looked up from the menu she held in her hands, “Used to?”

“Am I still under interrogation?” Harry asked while setting his coat across his chair.

“Are there still cameras here?” Y/N countered.

“Probably,” Harry shrugged, “You can never be too sure.” He nodded in appreciation as a waiter passed him and handed him a menu of his own. “I stopped coming when my mum passed. We would come here for brunch every Sunday with my sister. Haven’t really been here all too often in the past few years.”

Y/N hummed in understanding, “Makes sense. I only come here after a long shift. Not exactly my favorite place to eat but it’s close. And good enough.”

“What do you mean not the best,” Harry’s jaw dropped dramatically.

“What have you not been to the diner downtown? Maybe three blocks from here?”

“Uh, no?”

“Well that’s why this is sufficient for you,” she jokes, “Nothing compares to that place.”

“What does it have sentimental value to you?”

“A bit. Used to go there all the time when I was in school. I did everything there- studied, talked,” she paused, “ate.”

“Yes, the most important. Eating.” Harry countered.

“Okay, so what do you recommend from here?”

“Well, for breakfast, I’d say the tofu scramble, for lunch I’d order the meatball sub- marinara and melted cheese of course,” Harry looked up at the girl in front of him to see she had a wide smile.

“Of course.”

“For a snack I’d get any pastry- they have new ones all the time so I just try what sounds good. They’re always unbelievable. And for dinner,” Harry hums while scanning the menu, “For dinner I liked the french onion soup,” Harry concluded.

Y/N’s face scrunched together in disbelief, “French onion soup? God, you are crazy.”

“I’ll be honest I don’t like it from anywhere but here. It’s just done so well,” Harry confesses.

“I won’t take your word for it. Sorry,” Y/N says, “But I will try that meatball sub. Can you order for me? I don’t know what exactly to say,” she trailed off, her lower lip jutting out slightly with that request.

Harry hummed a yes before getting up to fulfill the request. Y/N’s eyes followed his body diligently. He walked with a sense of purpose and carried his body easily- it was almost scary to the girl who sits across from his empty seat. What was his purpose?

He stood watching the chef make their two identical sandwiches in a comforting silence. He was taken back to his youth where this was a regular occurrence- watching the older man as he puts the subs under broiler so the cheese could melt just right- something he always found fascinating. He could probably make the sub from memory after watching it be made so many times.

He nodded in appreciation, paying for the subs in exact change before bringing them back to their table, “Two meatball subs with melted cheese and marinara.”

“Of course,” Y/N smiled, beginning to eat the (surprisingly) amazing sandwich.

Harry ended up going back to a station for another hour before leaving back to his studio for the night. He had a great lunch with Y/N and was filled with a lifetime of regret for not getting her number. He knew if he called the station for it, the call would be recorded and she would get in trouble. So, he was stuck.

It was less than a day since their last meeting and there he was, sitting in front of a bare wall with his eyes locked on the texture that could be seen over the white paint. He found himself in a fit of fury with himself- maybe he should say he has more information so he could see her again? But he knew that wouldn’t bode well for the case.

He had no way to contact her, but then again, he wasn’t in a position to speak to her outside of the case anyway. He was still a suspect and she was still his investigator, even if she was a funny, uplifting girl who he had found himself thinking about constantly.

The only way they could make contact would be if she went into his file to find his number, or in other words, their reconnecting lies on the flimsiest threads. And that devastated the man.

He was apprehensive to go out drinking again. He always seemed to black out; not remembering a single detail from his previous night's adventures. But, he found that not remembering was the key to getting over the girl in the navy pantsuit, so he decided to forget.

He had gone out with Niall, going bar hopping for a few hours before Harry couldn’t stand anymore and he passed out in a bar bathroom. Niall was busy with a girl he had seen when he walked in so Harry was alone. He felt the world revolving around him as he laid against the bar countertop with his head on his arms.

Y/N didn’t notice it was Harry when she walked into the bar. In fact, she didn’t even see him. His back was slumped over his body and the poor guy seemed to be out of his mind. It was a wonder that she had a feeling she knew the man.

She stood next to him as she asked for a scotch on the rocks with a twist- her usual. She glanced at the man a few times, trying her hardest to not be rude, “I’m sorry, is he okay?” she asked the bartender who just shrugged in response before moving to another customer.

Y/N let out a frustrated sigh before gently bringing a hand to his shoulder, “Sir?” she called to him.

He let out a few grumbles before moving his head up slightly, “I’m alright,” he slurred together before dropping his head back down.

“I don’t think you are,” she muttered to herself before sitting down in the seat next to his, “Do you have someone who can take you home?”

“I have two working legs.”

“I don’t think they are working very well tonight,” she chuckled at him.

He groaned before moving his head to look at the girl who was sitting next to him, “My friends somewhere ‘round here,” his eyes shut even tighter than before.

That’s when Y/N recognized the man who sat next to her. Her eyes widened in realization, “Harry?” she asked in shock.

Harry’s eyes opened instantly at the sound of his name. He let out a sigh when he saw it was just Y/N. “Thought I heard my mum’s voice. Don’t do that to me,” he tells her.

“Why are you here?” she asks as Harry sits up.

Harry paused before answering, “I have my reasons.”

Y/N chuckled, “Well alright. I’m going to head out. Stay safe tonight, Harry,” she told him.

Harry was quick to reply, “Wait!” he called after her.

Y/N turned around, slightly unimpressed with his timing, “Yes?”

“Can I- can I get your number?” he asks, his syllables hardly pronounced.

Y/N glanced at her friends who were off dancing before looking back at Harry, “Sure,” she responded.

Harry’s face was quick to become one of pure excitement, looking exactly like a kid in a candy shop, “Alright,” he fumbled a bit while handing her his phone.

It was routine for Niall to be gone into the night with a random girl- truly it was routine for Harry to be gone too. But, he had a change of heart recently so he began wandering the streets on his own before finding his way home in the depth of the night.

He wasn’t fully sure of where he was going but he knew he would find his way back eventually- just an overpriced uber ride away from his home. He began by walking to his mother's grave. It wasn’t a new thing that he did but it hurt just as much each time. He would go sit with her and grieve silently as the night washed away from him.

Old habits die hard and there he was at the graveyard’s entrance looking to see if anyone was there. It was three in the morning but he knew the night was just beginning. People were still out and people, alike from Harry, were grieving.

He sat there at his mother's grave for a while, his thoughts racing. He felt as if he wasn’t in control of his own body. The whole world was speeding by and his legs carried him in circles around the town, always leading back to the graveyard, as Harry’s brain was extremely detached from his actions.

That probably explains why what he did next was so shocking to him.

He wasn’t fully conscious- he couldn’t tell you anything that has happened since he left the bar. Harry was out of it. That was a fact. He stood at his mother's gravestone, a knife in hand (the one he kept hidden under a pile of slowly rotting flowers that he would bring once a week).

He stood to his full height when he saw the headlights approaching the lot next to him. Out stepped a young man white rich, red hair. He was tall, taller than Harry, and he had a devastated look on his face.

Harry guessed the man was in his very early twenties. He looked like a university student who got to go off campus for the weekend. There seemed to be another person in the car but it was hard for him to see properly, ‘If I can’t see them, they can’t see me, right?’ he told himself.

Harry watched the man approach a grave a bit farther from where he stood. He waited exactly two minutes before walking towards him with a sinister smile masked on his face.

The man’s eyes flickered to Harry’s before going back to the grave, “I’m sorry for your loss,” Harry speaks lowly to the man.

He looked directly as Harry and mustered up a small smile before his eyes widened in realization. Harry’s hand made contact with his chest, the knife slicing through his body readily. The color of the crimson blood made him grin- he felt justice when he saw the blood oozing off another human: first his mum, then her murderer, and now an innocent.

Harry was very satisfied, ready to walk back to his home and wash the blood off his hands, quite literally, when he heard a few footsteps crunching the dead leaves that had fallen on the ground in the dead of winter.

And that’s when he heard her angelic voice calling out his name. He could only imagine the expression on her face while her voice, as smooth as honey, called out to him, “Harry?”

He turned expectantly to the woman he had grown infatuated with, “Hello, Y/N.”

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harrywritingsbyme · 4 years

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Mornings with the Styles Family

A/N: I really wanted to write a woc reader blurb. I usually give little description of ‘Y/n’ so everyone can kind of put themselves into the story, but I couldn’t not write something about this. This is like ultimate dad Harry and I needed to write this. Enjoy 🙃

You were eight months pregnant and you were about to pop. As much as you wanted to get back to your normal routine, you didn’t know how much more you could do. Every morning you got up with Harry and one of you would get breakfast cooked, while the other got your daughter ready for school. As your pregnancy got farther and farther along, you ended up doing less and less. You became so tired in the mornings that you couldn’t make it downstairs to make her lunch and breakfast. All you could do was slowly get out of the bed and supervise your your four year old get ready for school. The only thing in that little bit that you could do would be doing her hair. It was the one thing that you could sit down and do. That is until today. You were able to swing your legs over the edge of the bed and sit there, but you couldn’t do much else.

“Are you okay mommy?” Vanessa whispers to you.

“Im fine sweetie, mommy just needs a little more time this morning” you exhale. You send her a tight lipped smile.

“I can just ask daddy if-“ just as she says this, Harry walks into the room.

“Whats going on in here?” He didn’t know what to focus on exactly. He didn’t know if he should handle his heavily pregnant wife who was struggling at the edge of the bed, or the mess of hair that was sitting on top his daughters head.

“Mommy can’t do my hair.” Vanessa sighs at her father.

“I can do it, just give me a few minuets.” You take a deep breath. Harry walks over and crouches beside the bed next to her.

“How about you go to your room and be there in a minuet to fix your hair.” Vanessa quickly nods and she runs past him and out of the door. “Now you…” he zones in on you, his pregnant and stubborn wife. “You need to take it easy. I told you that I had everything under control.”

“I know, I just feel useless just lying here while you’re running around doing everything.” You sigh.

“Well it’s my job to run around and take care of everything. It’s my job as a husband, and as a father of what’s about to be two. It’s my job to make sure my very pregnant wife takes it easy.” he stresses.

“Fine” you pout.

“Now get back into bed please. Once I leave out of here, I have to enter another war zone.” He didn’t have to go into any further detail as to what he was talking about because you already knew.

“You’ll be fine, we’ve prepared for this.” You reassure him. You gave Harry enough practice that he would be completely capable of doing Vanessa’s hair. “I don’t know why you’re all nervous, you’ve done it before. Plus you help me with mine when my arms get tired.”

“I guess so. Wish me luck.” he says hopefully as he walks out of the room. When he makes it to Vanessa’s room he takes one last deep breath before going in. “So I heard someone needs their hair done.”

“Please?” Vanessa pretty much begs of Harry.

Harry chuckles and walks over to her vanity setup. “Have a seat m’lady.” he beckons her over to the seat in front of him. He checks the watch on his wrist and sees that he only has 30 minuets until they need to walk out of the door. “Were short on time, so how about a quick ponytail?” Once he gets the nod of approval he dives right in. His mind instantly flashes to all of the times where he had to do your hair hand he gains some confidence in himself. He remembers the mantra you practically drilled into him. ‘Add water, detangle, moisturize, brush, gel, brush, but with a different brush. And DO NOT forget the edges’. He plays this over and over again in his head, making sure he follows all of the steps. He also makes sure to not pull too tight on her hair, but just enough to keep it all together.

After a good 15 minuets of getting all of her hair into place and manageable, he gathers it all up onto the top of her head and securely wraps the hair tie around the bundle of hair. He fluffs up the puff sitting on top of his daughters head and he admires his work through the mirror.

“Y’like it?” He looks through the mirror at Vanessa, praying that her answer was yes.

“Mhm, just don’t forget about the edges” she tilts her head back to look at him face to face.

“I will not forget about the edges.” he chuckles before picking up the smaller brush on laying on the vanity in front of him. He smooths the baby hairs against the top of her forehead the way you showed him and he places the smaller brush back onto the vanity. “Alrighty, m’all done. Now go say goodbye to mummy” he leans down to press a quick kiss to her cheek before patting her shoulder. She runs back out of the room while Harry cleans up all of the hair products.

When Vanessa walks back into your bedroom, you instantly spot her now styled hair.

“Oh my goodness, you look so pretty.” you coo at her. A bashful smile spreads across her face and you she comes around to the other side of the bed before crawling over to you. You hold out your arms for her and she falls into them. “Have a good day okay baby. I’ll see you when you come home.” you wrap your arms around her smaller frame and you press a kiss to the side of her head.

“Alright bubs, lets get your shoes on. ” Harry says as he walks into the room. Vanessa pulls away from you and moves off of the bed.

“Love you mommy.” She sweetly says to you.

“I love you too sweetie” you reply as she makes he way to the door. Harry shoots her a smile as she walks past him and out of the room. He walks over to the bed where you were lying and you move over so he could sit at the edge next to you.

“Be good while I’m gone.” he narrows his eyes at you.

“What…” you say innocently to him.

“No getting out of bed and no going into labor please and thank you” he chuckles.

“I wish he would just get out of me already.” you groan and you lean your head back against the headboard.

“He’ll be out before you know it.” he sighs and places a hand on your very swollen belly. “I -“

“Daddy! We have to go.” Vanessa yells from downstairs.

“I love you.” he whispers

“I love you too.” you whisper back and you place your hand on top of his. Harry stands up from the bed and leans down to press a kiss to your lips. He shoots you one last smile before leaving you alone in bed.

You were still dying to just help Harry in every way you could, but maybe helping him would be to relax. After this morning, you were confident that Harry had everything under control.

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uncensored-steve-the-platypus · 3 years

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Lessons in History

Part Three: Nightmares

Word Count: 1199

Warnings: Violence, PTSD Triggers, Explicit Language, some vomit

Beta-read by: @drinkfantasy

The nightmares were gripping you again, but this time it was worse than ever.

You’re my mission…. It was like his weird HYDRA mantra. You’re still tossing and turning and grunting as Dream You fights back, narrowly missing the methodical swipes of his knife and tumbling over him, trying to knock him off of his balance. It’s not working, and you know you’re losing...

Bucky is awake, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall. He hears you grunting through the thin walls of the apartment. His stomach feels tight, because it’s probably him that you’re fighting in your dreams. He starts to fall asleep against the wall when he hears a loud thud followed by the sound of breaking glass. He jolts awake and practically lunges for his phone. Bucky was glad you gave him your number despite your hesitation, especially right now when he thinks you might need him.

You don’t know that you’re on the floor until the sound of your phone wakes you up. Why is my phone ringing at one in the morning? “Hello?”

Bucky is relieved that you answered. “Y/N, is everything okay over there?”

Your insides clench at hearing his voice outside the dream. “Yeah. I guess so—“ you hurry up and yank your wastebasket towards you and throw up.

“Can I come over there and check on you? Did you hit your head? You might have a concussion,” he offers.

“James, I’m fine,” you protest. “Apparently I sleepfight now, but nothing you should be concerned with—“ your eyes roll back into your head as you lose consciousness and drop the phone.

“Y/N?” Bucky calls, concerned. There’s no answer, but he can still hear you breathing. Oh, shit, he thinks. “Y/N!” He yells, starting to panic. He stands up quickly and darts through his apartment to his living room. I need to check on her, but I have no way of getting in there. Unless I kept that lock-picking kit… He rummages through the hall closet and finds it hiding amongst some towels. He bolts out his door and starts working on getting your door unlocked. After a couple of minutes with the janky lock, he creaks your front door open. Closing it behind him, he rushes to your bedroom to see you slumped against the wall, unconscious. He surveys the room around you. Your phone is laying at your side, and you still have the wastebasket you threw up in in front of you. But why did I hear breaking glass? He finds his answer as he finishes the thought. It appears you had thrown yourself against the wall and yanked the bedside lamp out of the socket. She must have been fighting the lamp and that’s why it broke. Bucky needs to call somebody, but knows that he probably should keep this quiet. He has a feeling you’d hate ambulances as much as him. Your phone is still unlocked, and he finds a familiar name. Callie. He lets out an “Oh my God she’s gonna kill me” chuckle as he dials.

“Y/N, do you have any idea what time it is?!” Callie groggily whispers.

Bucky responds, “well, I do, but didn’t know who else to call.”

Callie gasps. “Barnes?! Why are you calling from Y/N’s phone? What’s wrong?!”

Bucky runs his hands through his hair, glancing at you still on the floor. He sighs and explains the situation. “I need to get her to the hospital, but my motorcycle isn’t going to cut it.”

Callie sighs. “I’m gonna regret telling you this, but just use her car. I’ll have someone drop me off at the hospital so she doesn’t know you drove her car.”

“Okay. I’m going to try to wake her up one last time, and then I’ll drive her to the hospital.” Bucky hangs up your phone and puts it in his pocket. “Alright, Y/N, let’s try to get you awake.” He bends down to your level and tries to nudge you awake. When that doesn’t work, he searches for your purse and your car keys. He tosses the purse onto his shoulder and picks you up princess style. He gently sets you in the back of your car and drives you to the hospital.

Bucky and Callie get to the hospital at the same time, and Bucky carries you into the hospital while Callie fills out your paperwork. They take you in quickly, and Bucky and Callie sit in the waiting room as they put you in a room. Bucky taps impatiently on the arm of the chair.

“Barnes… Thank you for helping Y/N. I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t been there.”

Bucky looks down sheepishly. “Yeah. I heard noises and figured something was wrong.” He leans back and crosses his arms. “I should go. I’m probably the last face she wants to see.” He starts to get up out of the chair, but Callie takes his wrist and stops him. “Maybe not. Maybe this will be what she needs to break down that wall.” He slowly sits back down. “Maybe you’re right.” Just then, the doctor calls them back. “She’s waking up now. You can go see her.”

You wake up to the worst headache of your life. You’re hooked up to a bunch of machines. How did I end up in the hospital? What happened? How long have I been out? You glance towards the door of your room and see a welcome sight. “Callie,” you whisper. “Did you bring me here? What happened?”

Callie sits down and takes your hand. “No, honey,” she says, signaling for someone else to enter the room. “James did.” Bucky walks in and you feel yourself about to throw up.

“Hey, Y/N,” James says, getting ready to sit down.

You stare daggers at him as you start to remember the nightmare. “Get out, Barnes.”

“Y/N, I—“

“I said. Get. Out.”

He walks out of your room looking as if you had punched him in the gut.

“What the hell was that, Y/N?” Callie asks you. “If it weren’t for him, you probably would be still unconscious in your apartment!”

“Callie, I can’t look at him. I had the nightmares again tonight. They keep getting more and more vivid the more time I spend with him.”

Callie grips your hand. “Maybe you need to figure out a way to forgive him. It might help you with the nightmares.” She chuckles.

“What’s so funny?”

“You’re strong, even in your sleep. You were sleep fighting, and threw yourself and a lamp against a wall. You broke a lamp in your sleep,” she starts to laugh a bit louder as she tells you the end.

You start to laugh despite the headache. “I did what?! How do you know that?”

Callie shakes her head. “That’s just what Barnes told me. I didn’t see it for myself.”

You lean back into the hospital bed. “Sleep fighting… that’s definitely a new one…..” Callie leaves you to rest, leaving your phone on the blanket next to you. “You call me if you need anything.”

You smile and say, “Of course.”

Part 4

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stand up for me.

Request: i don't know if your requests are still open for fratboy!harry but if they are can you make one where his friends are talking bad about her and she overhears but he doesn't stick up for the reader and she thinks that maybe he feels that way to so she starts to ignore him and he apologises afterwards. thanks!

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader Word Count: 1,580 Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Notes: I’ve found the courage to write again, so I want to thank you all for being patient with me. I’m gonna use this time that I have now to write as much as I want/can.

In the end, you’d decided to go. And in hindsight, you were unbelievably glad you had.

If you hadn’t, you would’ve been home, in one of Harry’s shirt, watching a movie or two and eating whatever your little heart desired. Which sounded like a dream and everything you could ever want, but of course, if you’d stayed home, you wouldn’t have heard that.

That, which was... everything. Which felt like a current nightmare to you because it felt like your actual heart was ripping in half. Or rather, it already had, and you were left to pick up the pieces as you raced through the crowded living room and straight out the front door you’d just came through. You’d heard a few different voices call after for you and you weren’t sure if it was more because of a naive greeting or because they’d somehow managed to catch a glimpse of the tears flowing down your cheeks.

Either way, you didn’t care.

When you’d gotten back to your dorm, you’d collapsed into a puddle of tears and eventually fell asleep from the exhaustion of it all. When you’d woken up, you were feeling more angry then sad. And that’s how you found yourself now, propped up against a mountain of pillows behind you, staring at the missed call from Harry and two texts first asking how your night was going and then if everything was okay because you’d never not replied to him straight away.

However, when you looked at the texts and read them over and the words of ‘missed call from H’ with a little heart attached to the end of it seemingly glared at you, the words you’d caught spilling from his lips repeated inside your head like a mantra. You felt a mixture of wanting to punch the nearest thing to you and crying tears you certainly didn’t have left.

He’d just... laughed as his supposed friends, ones you’d even considered yours, talked you down. Belittled you right in front of him. And you didn’t know what was more hurtful; the way he’d laughed as they made fun of the way you talked and acted, or the way he’d smirked in pride when they went on about how much of a good fuck a body like yours must be.

They’d reduced you to nothing but a means of pleasure, whether in laughter or otherwise, and he hadn’t said anything. Or really done anything.

But laugh.

Your chest felt like it was on fire. You were so unbelievably hurt and angry and you were cursing yourself for falling for a guy like him. You wished you could turn back time and smack yourself silly for ever considering actually dating a popular frat boy who thought he could get any girl he liked. That’s all you must’ve been; a conquest his friends had dared him to conquer.

Well considered yourself fooled. And a fool you certainly felt like.

You didn’t answer his call that morning, nor did you even bother to properly even read the many texts that followed at your lack of response. You ignored the questioning stares of your roommate and carried on with your day as if your heart wasn’t broken by a guy you’d really liked. You took the longer routes to your classes to avoid him and refused to even acknowledge his presence when you felt his stare digging into your back during the one class the two of you shared.

And it continued on like that for two weeks.

You were sure he was going stir-crazy and you felt like you were too. Because the truth was, you missed him. You missed him like crazy. Missed his touches and the kisses, missed the way he’d hold you and when you’d look into his eyes, the rest of the world seemed to just fade away. You missed the feeling that would flood you when he was around. You missed the talks the two of you would have that were about nothing important but you wouldn’t trade them for the universe.

You just missed him.

But you’d remind yourself why, why you were ignoring him, and the anger and hurt would come back and even if you’d miss him, it would give you the encouragement not to cave in.

Until you really have no other choice.

You’re getting ready to go out with a friend, slipping on your jacket and brushing your hair out of your face when he all but comes storming into your bedroom. You think it’s your roommate at first, and you move to berate her for scaring the hell out of you until your eyes settle on his and you just freeze. You stand there, staring at him, and stammer, confused, beyond confused how he’d even gotten in here but then you remember;

your damn roommate.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” you say blatantly, crossing your arms over your chest. “I felt I made that perfectly clear.”

“You did,” he growls, “but i’m not leaving until you tell me what I did wrong.” And to emphasize his point, he plants himself firmly in front of your bedroom door and crosses his arms over his chest.

You scoff. “It’s pretty obvious.”

“It obviously ain’t,” he deadpans, “since I’ve been trying to figure it out for two fuckin’ weeks and still, nothin’.”

Your lips twitch and you inhale sharply, trying to remain calm. You don’t want to cry, if you cry you’ll let yourself go and he’ll definitely have the advantage. And you won’t give him the advantage. “I’m surprised you care so much,” you huff, turning your head away from him and staring at a random spot on your wall. “You got what you wanted from me anyways.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Me!” You blurt, unable to stop yourself as you turn to him with blazing eyes, gesturing to yourself. “Your... conquest. You fucked me, got to brag it to your fucking friends, so just leave me the fuck alone!”

You barely realize you’ve closed the distance between the two of you, angrily swinging your hands round until Harry firmly grabs hold of your wrists, holding them still between the two of you as he shakes your head. “What are you talking about?” He repeats, this time his voice more desperate. And if you weren’t so angry, you probably would’ve seen the cogs in his head trying to figure it all out.

“That party,” you breathe, voice considerably more quiet then it had been seconds ago. “The one I said I didn’t want to go to, two weeks ago,” Harry pauses, nodding slowly. “Well, I came. And I heard some interesting things when I walked into the kitchen to find you.”

You can’t help it, the way your eyes water. And it gets even worse when you see the look of fear that crosses Harry’s face.

“You just stood there and laughed as you friends... friends...” Biting your lip, you sniffle, forcing the words past your lips. “Made fun of me. The way I talk, look... that i’m just a girl with a good body and they could only imagine how good I must’ve felt. And I stayed, I waited, expecting, needing you to say something in my defense but you didn’t. You even agreed with them!”

“Y/N...”

You yank your hands from his grasp, turning away from him with a start as you desperately wipe at your cheeks, trying to compose yourself. But it’s no use. The weight of the past two weeks come unraveling on you and you’re just so fucking hurt that you can’t even begin to think rationally.

“Y/N,” Harry calls again, voice soft. His hand falls on your shoulder but you hastily move away from him, turning to him with a scoff. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, I bet you are.”

“No, truly,” he whispers, shaking his head at you. “I am.”

Biting your lip, you blink up at him with a blurred vision. “You’re an asshole.”

“I know,” he nods, pausing a moment before taking another step towards you. You don’t pull back this time as he takes your hands in his own again, this time his grip considerably more gentle, pulling your eyes on him as he frowns down at you. “I’m a fucking jerk for doing that to you, I know. I know what they said was wrong.”

Voice shaky, a mere whimper, you whisper out; “why didn’t you stand up for me?”

“Because i’m an idiot,” Harry says without hesitation. “And the truth is I have no excuse, because what I did was unforgivable. But not being able to talk to you or see you, hold you. kiss you, made me realize how much you mean to me Y/N. I can’t handle not having you by my side.”

Sniffling, you blink up at him.

Harry reaches forward, wiping your tears away with a soft touch, biting his bottom lip as his eyes never leave your own. “You’re not just a conquest, you never were and you definitely are now.” He mumbles, voice sure, without a doubt confident in each word he says. “And i’m so fucking sorry.”

Leaning into his touch, you nod. “You mean that?”

“Without a doubt.”

And you believe it, despite everything, because of the way he looks at you. Because of the way he responds. Because of the fear in his eyes as he seemingly waits for you to reject his touch.

You don’t.

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thorne93 · 3 years

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The Stars Made Us (Part 21)

Prompt: In this world, you’re one of the “lucky” ones who got a soulmate, but what if the universe gives you more than you bargained for?

(Prompt challenge – You live in a world where your soulmate can write on their skin and you will get the writing on your own and vice versa. Where they can wash away the ink on their own skin, however, the writing is forever scarred onto your skin until you meet face to face)

Word Count: 1911

Warnings: angst and language throughout

Notes: This was supposed to be for @sorryimacrapwriter and their challenge like a year ago, I think? I still loved the prompt though and have been working on this story for quite some time. This aesthetic was made by @dontshootmespence, thank you so much! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes, couldn’t have done it without you, as well as @carryonmyswansong and @arrow-guy and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

Also, I’ve never really liked the whole soulmate AU thing idea, but this felt so right and it was amazing to write. I hope y’all love it too!!

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Mordo began escorting you around, giving you a tour of the grounds.

“And that’s all,” he said as he turned around to face you two. “Now, at Kamar-Taj, we don’t allow distractions. That means that you will have to take refuge somewhere else.”

You frowned, looking between Stephen and Mordo. “Oh, I thought I could stay. I’m pretty far from home.”

“I realize that but here is a sacred area for study, training.”

“Well I just thought… Stephen’s all alone. I think he’d be much better suited if I was here, with him.” Panic started to course through you as you instinctively moved closer to Stephen.

“I’m sorry it’s just--”

“Can she really not stay?” Stephen suddenly asked. “The Ancient One already said she has a disposition for the mystic arts. Maybe she can help me with my study and training.”

Mordo began shaking his head. “I wish I could but--”

“Master Mordo, is our new recruit already causing difficulty?” the Ancient one asked as she stepped up to the three of you.

“Uh, Stephen and Y/N here would like to stay together on site. I have been insisting that unless they are both enrolled in the training, that they can’t both stay.”

The Ancient One nodded. “While it is true that we don’t advise distractions, I think in this case, Y/N here will be an asset. Soulmates are a very sacred and spiritual bond, something that I think Mr. Strange will need.”

“Are you sure?” Mordo asked, frowning. Clearly he believed you would not be a benefit.

“Yes,” she said as she looked at you and Stephen. “Welcome to Kamar-Taj.”

And off she went before Mordo showed you to your living quarters.

“Bathe, rest, meditate if you can. The Ancient One will send for you,” he instructed as lit a candle as he handed Stephen a small slip of paper.

“Uh, what’s this? My mantra?” he joked sarcastically.

“The Wi-Fi password. We’re not savages,” he said with a grin before leaving.

You and Stephen were now alone, and painfully aware of the quaint quarters of the single sized bed, a small chest of drawers, and a desk with a lamp. You never stayed the night at Stephen’s, and other than helping him shower, neither of you had done anything remotely romantic or physical.

But now, it was staring you in the face that you’d have to share a bed and live in a room as big as his walk in closet.

“So,” you said, dragging it out.

“So, uh, yeah, one bed,” he noted, gesturing vaguely to it.

“You know, I can just sleep on the floor.”

“That's preposterous,” he scoffed.

“Well, you’re the one in actual training. You’re the one with the damaged hands,” you reminded. “You need the real rest.”

“We could always… share.”

“Share?”

“Yes, soulmates share everything, right?” he asked with a bit of a cocky smile.

You let out a soft laugh. “Yeah, I suppose they do.” You put your suitcase on the bed and said, “Well, you relax, I’ll unpack us.”

He walked over and started pulling things from the suitcase, making you frown. “We can unpack. I have nerve damage, I’m not dead.”

A half smile lit up your face as you worked with him to get your clothes put away and you got your laptop out and connected it to the wifi. You sent an email to Charles to update him while Stephen got a bath.

The Ancient One retrieved him and you stood awkwardly in the room.

“Should I come with you two or…?” you asked unsure what to do while Stephen went onto this training.

“Mr. Strange should be alone for his training, but you’re welcome to explore the grounds or go to the library,” she responded with a soft smile.

“Thank you.”

“Be back,” Stephen said with a bit of a small smile. You nodded and they left.

You took up the Ancient One’s offer to explore. You got to learn the building you were in very well before Stephen ran into you in the hallway. You two got some dinner on the grounds, even though it was very late. There was a small kitchen that stayed open until midnight and they cooked small meals for people.

When you were finished, you went back to the small room where again, suddenly the tight quarters made you hyper aware of the situation.

“Uh, guess we should start getting ready for bed,” you said awkwardly.

Stephen raised his eyebrows in response. “Yes, I suppose we should.”

“Well, I’ll just… grab my stuff,” you said quickly before grabbing your things from the drawer and running into the bathroom.

This felt so odd. In one sense, it felt absolutely right. He was your soulmate after all. In another sense, it felt bizarre. Like an arranged marriage. Maybe Stephen was right about being “forced” to be with someone.

But, despite the awkwardness, you did feel attracted to Stephen. Although you’d only seen the unkempt version of him, you were attracted to his body style, his arms. You’d seen him entirely naked, but when you saw him that way, it was strictly clinical. Sex or physical attraction was the absolute last thing on your mind.

But now, the stakes were different. You weren’t his nurse anymore. You weren’t his cook any more. For right now, you were his companion. All of the other roles were stripped away. In this little room, you two were just two soulmates.

His wit and intellect helped too. You were a bit of a pushover for a guy with charm, arrogance, and a genius mind to back it all up.

You slipped into your shirt and shorts before taking a deep breath and exiting the bathroom. Stepehen was already under the covers, his eyes fixated on you as you walked over and put your clothes in a pile beside the bed. He was propped up on his elbow.

Without making much of a fuss, you just drew back the covers and got into bed, laying on your back. You stared at the ceiling.

“Is this uncomfortable for you?” he asked, clearly not fazed by the situation.

“No,” you managed to say, shaking your head.

“Is Charles okay with this?” he asked.

“Yes, he said I’m not his property and I can do whatever I please.”

He nodded in surprise. “Wow, quite the free spirit.”

“Understanding,” you corrected. “But enough about that. How was your first day? Did you learn anything?” you asked as you rolled to face him.

“Not much, but it’ll take time. I was given some homework, some light reading.” He gestured to the three books on the desk.

“Ah so just some pamphlets,” you joked back.

“Right. I’ll have them read in no time though. I’ll start at dawn.”

“Nothing determined about you,” you teased.

“You don’t become the world’s leading neurosurgeon because you’re a slacker,” he shot back.

You simply nodded in understanding. “I’m glad you stayed. I’m happy you’re doing this.”

This time, it was his turn to nod. His eyes went down to the sheets. “Not that I have much choice, but thank you.”

After a moment of quiet, you had a thought swimming in your head. “The watch… who gave it to you?” you asked.

“Jealous?”

“No,” you honestly answered. “Curious.”

“Christine,” he answered.

“Ah. Do you still love her?”

“A bit, yes, but, not enough for a relationship. We’re better as friends.”

“You don’t have to try and convince me, Stephen. If you still love her, that’s fine. I won’t come between you two.”

“First of all, I don’t lie to protect anyone, ever, so remember that. Secondly, I don’t love her like that, that’s true. Third, I never said I don’t want you to come between us.”

A heat rose to your cheeks quickly. This was the closest thing to romance Stephen had said to you. Sure he made a few nice comments here or there, but ultimately, they were more polite than anything.

“Right,” you said. “I’m sorry about your watch, about earlier. I wish I could’ve helped. I should’ve hit harder.”

“Do you always do that? Take the blame for someone else’s actions?”

You let out a soft chuckle. “Uh, I didn’t realize I did it. Um, I suppose, yes.”

“Must be a heavy burden to carry around all the time.”

You shrugged. “Not really.”

Stephen stared at you and you at him, both of you getting lost in each other's eyes. You never noticed how blue-gray his eyes were, how haunting they were. They held a mystery to them as well as a certain… tenderness.

“You’re going to do great here,” you suddenly said.

“Oh? How do you know that? Do you have a crystal ball? Or, no, wait, you’re psychic, that’s what the Ancient One was talking about, is that it?” he joked, laughing loudly.

You pushed him while laughing. “Okay, jackass. No, you’re a fantastic surgeon. Regardless of why you do your work, you must’ve done it very well for the paycheck you were getting. To be speaking at conventions and conferences. You love your job and this will get it back for you, so I know you’ll put your heart and soul into it.”

He looked down. “I do it because… because my sister was hurt once when I was fifteen. I helped her and I became fascinated with this idea of healing. But then, when I came home for my 19th birthday, we were swimming together and… she drowned. Doctors said her muscle cramped up and she couldn’t stay afloat. It seemed like i was only turned around for a minute, but I guess a minute was all it took.”

You frowned, feeling a wave of sympathy and sorrow wash over you. “Oh, no, I’m so sorry.”

“Thanks. Yeah, after that, medicine didn’t hold the same wonderful mystique about it. But I also became determined to save lives. It just wasn’t personal any more. If I couldn’t save her…” He let the idea hang in the air. “It’s just not good to get invested in your patients, because if they don’t make it…”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. Now it all made sense. He was terrified to get close to patients, to love people. He’d known loss, and didn’t want to experience it again, and to be honest, you didn’t blame him.

“I am so sorry you’ve had to go through that.”

He shrugged. “We’ve all had hardships, right?”

“Doesn’t make them any less heartbreaking.”

“You must think I’m an asshole, though. That my concern with the patients starts and ends with the bill.”

“I don’t think you see patients as a number, or a check waiting to be cashed. I think you just don’t emotionally involve yourself. Even if you did, what would it help? Clearly, not involving yourself has still got you world wide success and being known as one of the top surgeons in your field. So, motives aside, you do your job and do your job well. As a patient, that’s all I would care about.”

“And what about as a person? As a soulmate?” he asked, his voice low.

“My answer is the same.”

He smiled at you, touched by your answer. “There I go, underestimating you again.”

You smiled and laughed before the two of you drifted off to sleep, exhausted from a long day. But for the first time Stephen could remember, he slept soundly.

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pandoraswrld · 3 years

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ROMANTICISM

— in which aejung gets a tattoo

characters / oh aejung, kasper yang

words / 2.5k

warnings / none, just fluff n some kissing that’s all

Aejung looked down at the crumpled piece of paper in her hands, a phone number roughly scrawled on to it. The phone number belonged to that of Kasper Yang, the soloist she had met a couple weeks ago at a club with Sera.

They had only shared about two hours with each other but in that time she was sure that he must’ve been her soulmate or something close. She fondly remembered how easy it was to talk to him and how they just seemed to ‘click’ on the dance floor. Their conversations flowed so naturally and Aejung swore that there was a connection there, her feelings validated at the end of the night when he gave her his number along with a wink and a smirk.

Within the past minute that she had been staring at the number the ticking of her bedroom clock had become even louder and more obnoxious. Her eyes drifted to the clock, reading quarter past twelve. Her appointment was coming up soon and she couldn’t waste anymore time pondering over whether or not she should call him.

Exhaling deeply, she picked up her phone and began to dial what she hoped was his correct number, “Hello, Kasper?”

“This is he.”

“It’s Oh Aejung, remember from the club?” She nervously bit her nails, he couldn’t have forgotten her already? Had she waited too long to text him–to call him?

“Yes! Aejung, how are you? I actually thought you lost my number!” He sounded rather jovial which relieved Aejung significantly.

“I’m good, I’m good, it’s just that I’m getting a tattoo today in about a couple of hours and I wanted to know if you could come with me?” Her heart was thumping out of her chest and she began to think of everything that could go wrong as a silence began to form between the two of them.

Fuck, what if he’s already got plans? What if he’s got no plans and just doesn’t want to come? What if he flat out just says no and hangs up?

“How comes none of your group mates want to go with you?” He chuckled on the end of the line and Aejung breathed another sigh of relief, accompanied by a small smile at hearing his light laughter.

“Well they’re all doing stuff today and I didn’t wanna go alone, plus you have a tattoo yourself so you know what it feels like and you can be my moral support!” Aejung nearly punched herself thinking that she was being too enthusiastic.

“Wow you remembered the tattoo!”

“How could I not? It was so cool!” She recalled the compass she had seen on his forearm under the neon lights of the club’s bar.

“Well in that case, I’ll come! Just text me your location and a time and I’ll come pick you up.”

Upon hearing his words she jumped in excitement, she had succeeded in her plan and now all she had to worry about was the tattoo itself, any earlier fears of the pain ceasing rather quickly.

“Amazing, I’ll see you then!” She waited til he had said bye to her before hanging up the call and squealing into her pillow like she was a teenage girl again. Now all she had to do was get dressed and prepare to meet him.

About an hour and a half had passed and Aejung was sat on the dorm sofa waiting for him to arrive. She knew she wanted to dress to impress, however the weather was making it rather hard for her. Ultimately, she decided on a flowery dress that she’d cover in a thick coat to ensure she wouldn’t freeze, after all she wanted him to be speechless when he saw her and no amount of cold weather was going to stop her from getting that.

Right on time, she received a text from him telling her he was parked just outside her building. Rushing to grab her things, Aejung looked in the mirror to tousle her hair a couple more times before she finally set off downstairs to meet him.

She hadn’t seen his car before but was alerted to a white sports car when she saw Kasper standing near the hood of it looking out onto the car park. She quickly noted how nice the car and he, himself, looked before waving out to him.

“Aejung, hello! You look very pretty today.” He threw his arms out, inviting her for a hug, which Aejung quite nervously pulled herself into.

“Thank you!” Her cheeks blushed a light pink as her head rested lightly on his chest. The two pulled away from the hug shortly and moved towards their seats in the car.

“So where are we off to?” Kasper asked after he had slammed his door shut and put his seatbelt on.

Aejung pulled up the address and directions on her phone, quickly explaining the place she had been to a couple weeks back. The tattoo studio that she had picked out was actually one of Hyebin’s recommendations and seemed like a rather cool place when she visited it.

“No way, that’s where I went to get mine done!” He exclaimed, his eyes widened with excitement and Aejung couldn’t help but to notice that he looked so much like a puppy when they did.

“That’s crazy, maybe the artist is also the same as your one as well!” She matched his wide grin.

“Also, I wanted to ask you something before we head off?” He wasn’t looking at her anymore, instead at the wheel in front of him. It was kind of cute to Aejung that he seemed to be the slightest bit nervous himself.

“When you’re done with the tattoo would it be okay if we hung out afterwards, we could go someplace to eat or something?” His smile became awkward and lopsided but he quickly brightened up once Aejung answered his question with another grin.

“Sure! We could even go back to your apartment if you wanted, I’d love to see what it looks like!”

Aejung simply hoped that the rest of the day would go just as positively as these first few minutes had gone. Perhaps it might even end up way better than she would expect it to, well, that’s if she doesn’t make a fool out of herself later on during her appointment.

Surprisingly, the tattoo was finished after only an hour and a half and she got through the entire thing without crying, although this was helped mostly through encouraging words from Kasper and a lot of hand holding that she hadn’t originally planned. After leaving the studio, the two decided on just going straight to Kasper’s which was only a couple of minutes drive away.

Once she had stepped foot in his apartment she quickly noticed how nice it was, the inside easily reflecting the modern building on the outside. She counted at least three potted plants around the living room area and a rather sophisticated looking kitchen. From just one glance around she could see he had a rather minimalistic style to his apartment, one she quite liked.

“Here let me take your coat.” He pulled her winter coat off from behind her and hung it up on the coat rack next to him. She saw that he had a delicate touch when it came to her or her things, almost like he was afraid to break them.

“Can you show me where the bathroom is?” She asked, to which he pointed to the door at the far end of the apartment near his TV.

Once the bathroom door had closed behind her she let out a huge sigh and found herself in the reflection of the mirror above the sink.

“C’mon Aejung! You got this!” Her cheers only seemed to half work as she frowned at herself, “He’s not gonna bite you, you got this far and he still seems to like you.”

She took another deep inhale and exhale and looked back into the mirror, “You’re pretty, you’re gorgeous, he likes you, now work your charm!”

She had learned those mantras from Sera, often hearing her repeat them to herself before going out and telling all the girls that they should try them too. For the most part they seem to be working. Aejung took a mental note to thank Sera for that later, but for now she had to focus on Kasper, fluffing up her hair a little and fixing her dress.

“You okay?” Kasper’s voice called out from behind the door.

“Yep!” She smiled, exiting the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

“Brilliant, do you want anything to drink? I have a wide range, from apple juice to red wine.” He was already rushing about in his kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water.

“Water’s just fine.” She walked over to the kitchen island and settled herself down on the middle seat, Kasper standing directly in front of her with a second glass of water

“So, was there any other reason you wanted me to come with you today?” He was perched over the island as though he were a bartender and Aejung was his customer, his grin seemed oddly reminiscent of one too.

Aejung stopped to think for a second. Does she tell him the truth? No, that would be too forward, she thought. Although, perhaps he would like to hear that she hadn’t stopped thinking about him since that night, after all isn’t that like the biggest compliment?

“Well, I did want to see you again,” She stared down at her glass of water, all of her thoughts racing as she spoke. “I wasn’t sure how to ask you out so I thought, why not get you to come today, it gave us something to do.”

“Ah, I see.” He had already finished his glass of water in seconds, “That was a pretty smart plan of you, I wanted to see you too but I didn’t have your number.”

“Oh sorry about that!” Her cheeks began to warm up.

“No, no, don’t worry about that! I’m just glad that we had a good time today. Well I had a good time, it certainly was something to have you crush my hand as he started tattooing.” He chuckled.

Now her face had to be a bright red, she could even feel his ears burning, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I thought I would’ve handled the pain better!”

“No, I think you should give me compensation! Look at my poor hand!” He feigned a limp wrist, shaking it about as she laughed.

“Fine, how about five hundred won?” She played along, resting her head on the palm of her hand.

“Yah! Higher!” He exclaimed, shaking his wrist again before quickly bursting into laughter.

Aejung leaned over the island to shove his arm playfully, “You’re fine!”

“Ah, you’ve caught me, I have to admit the truth!” He hung his head lowly, “I lied.”

Aejung grinned, everything was going great so far, not a single slip up or embarrassing moment yet. She had almost forgotten how much Kasper could make her laugh.

“Speaking of, how is your arm, still tender?” He had now walked over to her side of the island, his back leaning against the counter and his eyes looking down at the fresh tattoo.

“A little, do you have a mirror here? I wanna look at it again.” She hadn’t actually looked at the tattoo since leaving the shop, almost forgetting it was there during her little pep talk in the mirror.

“Yes, in my bedroom, let me show you.” He took her hand in his own and led her to the door at the far right of the apartment, nearest to the front door.

Pushing it open, Aejung was greeted with the sight of Kasper’s bedroom. It was just as clean and neat as the living room, however, she spotted that his bed did not follow the same modern style as the rest of his apartment, finding it to be decorated with a rather old looking duvet and blankets with several pillows she would’ve found in her grandmother’s house.

Turning to her left she found a full-length mirror by the shoe rack. She stared at her arm in the mirror, admiring the line work of the black rose and behind the red heart.

“Let me take a picture of it, it looks so gorgeous on you.” Aejung suddenly became extremely aware of how close Kasper was behind her, seeing his head just above hers in the mirror.

She nodded, walking over to his bed and settling on the edge of it. He smiled once he took the picture, showing Aejung as he came to sit next to her.

“I forgot to ask, does it have any meaning behind it?” He looked at the image once more before turning off his phone and throwing it onto one of the blankets.

“No, not initially. I always wanted a tattoo of a rose, and it just so happened that fate put me in a group called Black Rose.” She chuckled, “I think it’s rather romantic, the heart and rose combination.”

“You’re a romantic person?”

“Hopelessly, I’ve been dreaming of my perfect romance since I was a little girl. I love romance more than anything else.” She smiled.

Aejung liked to remember what she wrote in her diary at age twelve, describing her ‘perfect romance’. Most of it was unrealistic, seeing as she had written herself as a princess and hoped that one day a real prince would come and whisk her away like the fairytales her mother used to read her. However, there was one thing that had stuck with her, the perfect first date. A candlelight dinner under the stars that ended in true love’s kiss with her soulmate. This particular part of her dream being inspired by her own parents’ love story, one that she had always admired and loved to hear.

“What are you thinking about?” Kasper’s voice quickly brought her back to reality, moving her focus from his bedroom wall back to Kasper himself.

“Oh nothing, just some silly romance stories I used to make up when I was a kid.” She couldn’t help but smile. One day, she thought, one day she’ll have her perfect romance.

“Hey.” His voice was just barely a whisper.

The change in his voice made Aejung whip her head up to face him again, met with softened eyes and a longing gaze. She would be lying if she said it didn’t make her a little nervous.

He placed a tender finger underneath her chin, pulling her face towards his to connect their lips together. In that moment, nothing mattered, not to him or her. She became aware of the cologne that lingered around his neck and he began to taste her strawberry scented lipstick. All they cared to feel was each other.

For a moment the two paused, their faces inches away but their eyes boring into each other. She noted how his eyes had little specks of light brown in them, the way the corners drooped slightly towards the ends and how the skin underneath them was discoloured a faint and tired purple. They were beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful pair of eyes she had ever seen.

She drew in closer and left a gentle peck on his lips, smiling as she pulled away.

“That was nice.” Her forehead lay to rest on his own, creating a space that only they could share.

He hummed in agreement, neither of them wanted this moment to end. Everything was going just right.

#bobakocnet #aeskocnet #aejung — dev #oc — kasper #kpop oc #kpop oc group #fake kpop idol #fake kpop group #please i love them so much

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ladyblastexecution · 4 years

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Track 1 from the “Lost on You” Songfic Collection

Inpired by the album Lost On You by LP.

Wordcount: 3,9k

Genre: Angst, fluffy ending

Warnings: Mentions of adultery, implications of nsfw.

A/N: For the lovely @tamcitrus whose love for Kirishima is as big as my thirst for angst. <3 ily

We are kneeling at the river’s edge and tempting All the steps to follow closer right behind Is it only when you feel a part is empty That it’s gnawing at the corners of your mind

Your ringtone filled the apartment.

Kirishima’s Hands itched to grab his phone from the nightstand. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it, his soul was begging him to answer your texts.

Even though you were probably having dinner with your husband, you still stole a few of his moments and gifted them to Kirishima. A sick sense of pride swelled in his chest and he felt sick to his stomach.

He made a promise to himself when you vanished from his apartment the morning after without even a “good bye”, leaving him full of shame and regret for the few hours of your attention.

He had set his mind; he was no longer going to meet up with you in the middle of the night, when you were lonely and desperate for affection, to soothe your hurt soul with his gentle fingertips and soft praises. It wasn’t fair for him or your spouse.

It didn’t matter to him if the relationships was forced upon you for a publicity stunt and financial convenience, you still had a compromise with your partner, Kirishima knew him personally and he didn’t deserve the infidelity both of you were bestowing upon him. That’s what he repeated in his head like a mantra.

But the Hero had a soft spot for you.

Ever since you both attended the UA together, he was always infatuated with your pretty, dazzling eyes. His luck, however, was always a penny too short.

With you hopelessly pinning after Bakugo, he was pushed to the Friendzone with a force that made his head spin and he could only watch from the sidelines as your heart was shattered when his friend rejected you over and over again. You only saw him as nothing more than a friend and another Call Of Duty player to team up with, and he continued that awful vice of grabbing any little piece of affection he could get from you.

Years went on and the relationship you two shared got fondler, with never-ending sleep over and hang outs. When he was finally ready to confess hi feeling to you, after he had etablihed himself as a known Hero just like you, you came barreling into his house eyes moist and shaking shoulders.

“I’m getting married Kirishima...”

Those four words were enough to give him nightmares for months.

Just like that, his chances were gone, as if they were a candle someone blew out.

He was afraid he might lose you. The new domestic life you now had left little to no time to spare with him, and at first it was like that. The wedding was grand, and you looked beautiful in a wedding gown you did not choose yourself, and in a grand Hotel that didn’t fit your style. The publicity stunt was huge, and the attention both of you and your husband’s company got was incredible, borderline ridiculous.

It wasn’t even after three months of almost complete silence from you, when the affair started.

An ugly fight with your manager had broken out and you found yourself in his doorstep instead of your big comfortable home, with your loving spouse. Kirishima was shocked when you entered and started going off about everything.

“Then... why don’t you jut divorce?” He had said trying to make the thrill he got from the idea unnoticed.

“I can’t do that to Michael... The idea wasn’t mine, and I woudn’’t have married him on y own accord, but he’s just so nice to me, and I think he loves me... Maybe with sometime I Can love him too.”

He had loved you for longer than your spouse. And yet, no matter how angry he was at the situation, his despise could never be directed thowards you. Kirishima knew everything could be so much easier if his stubborn heart could just give up on the hope it had on the possibility of being with you in a future.

He had to do a 180°, if he kept this up for much longer who knew how long his heart could take it.

He might lose you, but the words Bakugo said to him, kept replaying into his head.

“Start loving yourself a little bit more, Shitty hair. This chick is going to be the death of you.”

His friend was looking out to him in his own way, the harsh words he used were hi way of telling him what he needed to hear. If the grumpy Katsuki, who always stayed out of other’s business, was snooping around in Kirishima’s love life then he noticed something was seriously wrong.

His mind was set. When you entered through his door, he would tell you it was over. On behalf of his mental stability.

With a simple “yeah, I’m home” text, he started to mentally prepare up for when you got there.

It is not clear why we choose the fire pathway Where we end is not the way that we had planned

The Knock on the door filled him with equal amounts of shame and excitement. Kirishima’s heart leapt inside his chest when he heard your soft voice calling his name with a waver in it.

Opening up and seeing you there, covered in rain with your lower lip trembling was all it took for Kirishima’s resolve to come crumbling down .

“Eiji...” A sob interrupted whatever you would say, the emotion swirling inside of you choking the air out of your lungs. Closing your eyes tightly as you entered the home, still mindful of not messing the carpet, you circled his waist with your arms when you were in the middle of kicking off your shoes.

Your entire body rocked with heavy sobs, and Kirishima could feel a tight fist shattering his heart as if it was made of wet sand, collapsing into itself with painful stabs.

Words seemed to leave both of your brains when your chests were tightly pressed together, so Kirishima scooped you up in his arms, noticing how cold your skin felt. He walked into his room and you wasted no time to burrow your forehead into his neck, nuzzling your nose into the soft skin of his clavicle. Your vanilla scented shampoo infiltrated into his nose and he remembered all the times he woke up to an empty space next to him, where the lingering familiar smell on his pillow was the only proof he had that it wasn’t a dream.

His chest throbbed for his own heartache this time, and for once in his life he tried to prioritize himself other than you. He left you on the ground and couldn’t meet your eyes.

He Loved you, but in that exact moment, the self pity was almost consuming his whole mind. A frown settled itself into his face and his eyes found your bare feet, glistening with the residual rain that had soaked your shoes as you ran all the way to his house. He could almost feel your watery eyes gazing estranged at him.

“Eiji...?” He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply through his nose upon hearing his nickname. “Are you okay?”

No.

He was not okay.

He couldn’t reply honestly. His heart was torn in two. “Selfish” was the only adjective that seemed to fit him. He felt selfish if he ignored your broken state and he was selfish if he gave into his infatuation, ignoring the fat you had someone waiting for you at home. A home where he had no place in.

It took him several moments to recompose, too lost in his mind to snap out of the spiraling gloomy thoughts. The only thing that successfully brought him out of his stupor was the icy touch of your fingers cupping his cheek.

Surprised, Kirishima’s head snapped up, and he found your eyes boring into his face, jumping around his features trying to decipher what was wrong. He needed to push you away, kick you out and send back to your loving husband and then spend the next three days under the steaming hot rain of the shower trying to scrub the reminders of your touch from his skin.

It wasn’t healthy. He could feel the guilt taking a toll on his body, adding years to his appearance and pain to his joints, almost as if the heavyweight of it sinking his heart was physically too much for the great Red Riot to whisthold.

His mind never failed to remind him that cutting ties with you was the way to go, the most reasonable decision. But every time he pictured the conversation in his mind, with your eyes misting over with hurt and his big boy words getting tangled in his tongue, he couldn’t help the sneaking thought of “Maybe...”.

Maybe it wasn’t that bad. Maybe Kirishima could stand being the lover for a while, maybe you would finally confess your feeling towards him and just maybe you would finally get divorced.

But then again. Maybe he was just being foolish.

I will ask you for mercy

I will come to you blind

Kirishima’s hand enveloped your own in a loose grip and he removed it from his face.

“Please don’t...I-I’m Sorry but...” swallowing down the knot in his throat, he forced his eyes to meet yours. “I don’t think I Can keep doing this (y/n).” He groaned internally over how weak the sentence came out of his lips.

Taking a step back, you watched him intently without responding at his statement. His pulse rang in his ears as he ran a hand through his crimson locks. He pressed his lids together with forced when in a flash images of you and your husband flooded his mind. He was desperate to make it go away, but it was too late, his consciousness was reminding him of every single picture of the two of you together that was ever posted online, with your loving eyes gazing up into a pair that weren’t Kirishima’s and the gentle smiles he would never have outside the four walls that surrounded his bedroom.

“Hey...” You said, with a tone he had used many times before when trying to coax someone he had saved. He hated that tone in your voice, it made him feel weak and helpless, which in this situation he knew for a fact he was. “Eiji... Talk to me.”

He gazed up into your face, waiting to find pity swarming in them, but he found nothing other than concern.

“It’s just I-...” How could he say what he was wishing out loud?. His actions and hopes were not those of a hero. “I...” He struggled again, and when his throat failed him you brought him into your embrace.

“Shh... It’s okay, we can discuss it later if it’ too much...” He wanted to hate you for how you had bewitched him, if he hadn’t known you for so long, he would’ve believed your quirk was some kind of mental control over feelings. That was the only logical explanation to his behaviour.

Kirishima nuzzled hi nose against your neck, cheek pressed in your shoulder, feeling the warmth of your skin returning to you. Sighing softly, he tightened his hold on you.

What you’ll see is the worst me Not the last of my kind

If he was seeing the whole situation from outside, he would be disgusted by it all.

It wasn’t unusual that someone cheated, and many people were in his same position, not going too far he knew a few of his friends were also the receiving end of a taken person’s affair, but that didn’t ease his heavy heart.

He was afraid of what you would think of him. Did you see him as nothing more than just your lover? Someone to rely on when the things in your marriage got boring and plain?

He hoped that wasn’t the case, “devastated”. couldn’t beging to express how he would feel. The thought of you only liking him as nothing more than an object to release your sexual frustration on made his stomach drop.

“I’m sorry...” His voice was muffled by the wet fabric of your shirt. “I Don’t know what came over me...” He could feel the tears gathering in his eyes as his vision of your skin blurred.

“Hey, Don’t worry Eiji,” Your hand went into his hair and tangled in the locks of his nape, massaging his scalp. “You’re allowed to be upset babe...”

Goosebumps erupted in his skin when the pet name slipped from your lips. You never called him anything else besides Eiji or Red Riot, and it felt like a caress to his torn soul.

He separated from you and without a breath to catch he crashed his lips into yours, earning a startled moan from your lips.

Kirishima blocked the outside world with your mouth, and he was relieved when you melted into his touch.

Ooh In the muddy water we’re falling Ooh In the muddy water we’re crawling Holds me down

How the both of you ended in between his sheets, even when he was convinced he had met up with you to only end whatever you two had was a question he didn’t want answered.

Your clothes fell to the floor and in the blink of an eye he was on top of you, skin flushed and lips swollen from your kisses.

Kirishima hesitated for a second above you, his arms on each side of your head locked up and the air got stuck inside, his eyes adverted yours, skin crawling with doubt. Sensing his turmoil, you grabbed his neck and brought him in for a searing kiss that evaporated almost every thought that didn’t revolve around you from his mind.

Almost.

His body fitting like a puzzle piece against your own was a bliss.

He tried not to think if your spouse fit in the same way, but the thought was gnawing at the back of your mind. His chest felt tight, as if a building had fell on top of him, and his quirk was futile to protect him .

The tears never abandoned is eyes, and now they were even more close to pour from him. He didn’t want you to see him like that, so he hid his face in between your breast, holding his breath until he could see black dots invading his vision.

You knew him like nobody else, and without the need for him to voice over his concerns, with strength that came with being a pro hero you flipped the positions with ease.

Imprisoned by your legs on each side of his hips Kirishima could only stare with wide eyes full of adoration how you leaned down and peppered feather like kisses onto his face, showering him with affection and love he so much needed .

the only problem was that your affection only made him love you harder, and his love for you was killing him.

Ooh, I will ask you for mercy

I will come to you blind What you’ll see is the worst me I’m not the last of my kind

The minutes kept passing, and the temperature in the room rose steadily.

With his hands buried deep into your hair and his lips tightly pressed against your pulse with a passion that turned your knees into jelly, Kirishima plead to whoever deity that was watching to have compassion.

He was just a man in love, but he knew that was no excuse.

He could never feel proud of his actions, but the deep need inside of him that always seemed to drag him back to you kept driving him through the frenzy of desire that always startled him when both of your lips met his

Hours passed and only when the both of you had used all your energy and were left with short panting breaths and tremor recorring your bodies, on a pile of sweating limbs and sticky skin, Kirishima collapsed on top of you.

Flashback of every time he woke up to an empty bed planted the seed of fear once more in his chest. He didn’t want the story to repeat itself, like a broken record. He wished he could have you in the way he longed for. To wake up next to you and have coffee together, and maybe some pancakes Bakugo taught how to cook. Just spending a lazy morning sprawled next to you, his black sheets covering you, and maybe even have your own toothbrush in his bathroom, so you wouldn’t have to be insecure about your morning breath. The showers the both of you could share, him massaging your scalp with that heavenly vanilla scented shampoo you loved so much.

Kirishima could feel your breath slowing down, the lazy rising of your chest lulling him to sleep. With a foggy mind and exhausted emotions, his arm circled your waist with a vice grip, subconsciously trying to make you stay forever by his side. Kirishima nuzzled your shoulder and his leg went on top of yours, holding onto you like a lifeline he needed in the sea of despair he seemed to float around for a while now.

“Don’t go...” He mumbled with a small whiny voice, half hoping you would listen and half hoping you couldn’t notice how needy he was for a piece of your heart. He didn’t hear a response from you, slipping into the void of slumber, he never noticed the stop in your breath or the way your hand found his in between your chests.

Ooh Don’t fail me now Put your arms around me and pull me out

The soft morning light entered through his open blinds, heating up the skin on his bare back

His brain was groggy, and he felt his legs burn with a familiar ache. When he acknowledge the rest of his body, he remembered the moments you two had spent together the night before and he refused to open his eyes, not wanting to see the empty space next to him.

Sighing, he shifted in bed, his arm reaching across the bed to prove his theory right, desperately hoping he was wrong. The only thing he could feel under his fingertips was the deserted pace you had occupied when he had fallen asleep.

If his soul still had a little part unbroken, now it was simply shattered, the pieces of his heart falling to the ground at the same pace his tears cascaded down his cheeks.

He tried to contain back a sob, but he no longer had the strength to do so. The sound of his ragged breath was drowning the outside world. He was a pro hero who was crying over being a second choice. That wasn’t manly at all.

He felt so ashamed now, his desperate pleads for you to choose him had fell on deaf ears. You had left him once more alone to pick the broken pieces of his being that you threw into the ground without a second thought.

The creaking of the door opening snapped his attention. If a thief had entered, he had no will to fight him off, the most precious thing for him had left once more.

His bloodshot teary eyes met yours and he gasped.

You stood there, a tray with two mugs of coffee and a plate of pancakes in your hands. His shirt pooling over your body covering your exposed skin, bare legs peaking from under it. Your hair was a mess, but it was the prettiest mess he had ever seen in his life.

Because it was a mess that had stayed the night and now was pampering with breakfast in bed.

Kirishima sat up in the bed fast as lighting, blood rushing down making him dizzy, his eyes going black for a second, not able to see you and he could almost feel the panic rising up his throat, Kirishima was afraid that if he lost sight of you for only a fraction of a second you would vanish.

When his eye functioned again, there you were, kneeling besides his side of the bed. The marks on your neck he had left with his sharp theet a furious shade of red, just like his hair. Your expression hold concern beyond measure.

“Hey... Baby what’s wrong?” You cooed, stroking his cheeks and taking the messy locks of hair away from his face. “Eiji...?”

His brain had short-circuited. He now understood the downside of Kaminari’s quirk. He felt dumbstruked under your eyes that shone under the morning light.

Kicking the sheets off of his body, he knelt down in front of you and held you close to his chest. The tears kept falling, but now they were those of relief.

“You stayed...” He whispered against your hair.

Nodding your head, you separated a little to see his face.

“Yeah... That’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about.” You started, a small smile dancing on your lips. “I’m starting the paperwork to make the divorce official. I sat down yesterday and talked to Michael about our marriege and be both agreed it was the best solution...” Your looked timidly up to him.

“What...?” Was he dreaming? Thi couldn’t be real “Why...?”

“Come on Eiji... I thought I made it pretty obvious.” Your eyes cast to the side, a nervous tic he had learned to recognize. You took a leveling breath and grabbed his hands. “I’ve been in love with you for quite some time now... and I just couldn’t keep this up, I want all of you Kirishima, not just a few hours a month.”

If you were waiting for a verbal response, he oudn’t give you one.

The only thing that felt right was envelop you in a bear hug and guide you to the bed once more, the tray long forgotten on the floor next to the bed.

Ooh I know I’m found With your arms around me, oh save me now

As the both of you were sprawled on his couch, Kirishima felt lighter, almost as if his body was filled with clouds and he could just float away with a single breeze. It was a good change from the previous month where his shoulders weighting the world.

You were sitting on the couch with his head on your lap, running your fingers through his hair as you scrolled through social media. His arms imprisoned your waist and his face was pressing against your stomach. The scent of his detergent had replace the one you used and the giddy sensation he got from that single fact made him blush.

Thinking back at the months of shared affairs, he noticed how far the two of you had come, and how much he endure just to maybe have what he did in that exact moment with you.

“Hey... (Y/n)?” He softly asked. When your hum filled his ears, and your phone was discarded to give him your full attention, he pronounced the words he had stuck in his throat for years now. “I love you.”

A soft smile pulled the corner of your lips, and Kirishima rolled onto his back to get a better look of it. Extending his hand and caressing your face, he noticed how easier it was to breathe.

The time he spent in that cold and ugly place was worth it, because in the end, you were there, pulling him out of the muddy waters that threatened to drown him.

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yanjuniverse · 4 years

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How Should It Be - Xiao Gui/Wang Linkai One Shot

[a/n: ah yes back at it again with another cringey one shot. i meant to post this on 5/20 but i couldn’t get my brain juices to work and finish it until tonight. i hope you guys like it. big reminder that i love wang linkai ❤️. sorry if the fic is a mess btw lol.] / master list

He sags down in his seat, visibly defeated by whatever was on his mind. A pout is prominent on his lips as his best friend cracks a smile, clapping him on the back before wrapping his arm around him, their bodies crashing together.

“Why the long face, Gui? Don’t you know that frowning gives you wrinkles?” he asks. If Linkai wasn’t so down in the dumps, he would’ve smacked the exaggerated frown right off of Chengcheng’s face right then.

Fan Chengcheng has never been the kind to just let Linkai live in his misery. Oh, no. Fan Chengcheng has to twist the knife after he stabs you. Sure, the guy’s quiet when you first meet him. But once you get to know him the way Linkai knows him, it’s a done deal. Your soul is his and there’s no getting rid of him.

“You saw my butthole once, Kai. We’re practically blood brothers now.”

Don’t ask. Linkai is begging.

“Nothing,” he shifts back into the ratty couch. He thinks for a second about how Xingjie is always babbling on and on about how he should replace it (as if Linkai has the money to replace this old hand-me-down couch. He’s a soundcloud rapper. How much does Xingjie even thinks he makes off of his beats?). Something about how just because it’s old, doesn’t mean it’s vintage. Linkai thinks that maybe the spring that pops out of the second cushion of the faded blue sofa may have caught Xingjie by surprise one too many times. That’s why Linkai always sits on the arm rest or lays like a starfish on the floor during movie nights. You’ll never catch him squished in the middle of Yanchen and Xingjie on their Thursday night Grey’s Anatomy marathons (per Yanchen’s request because how could one look at the actual sun and say no?).

He’s picking at the frayed edge of the sofa when Chengcheng says, “It doesn’t look like nothing.” He suddenly snaps, reaching into his pocket before pulling out a pair of his (nonprescription) glasses. He pushes them up on his nose then opens his phone to his notes. Linkai sees him type “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH GUI TODAY” and watches him not only put it in bold print but italics as well. “I think we should start a diary of some sort. My sister has one of those and she says it’s all a part of a healthy life style. Wait, should we buy a Password Journal for you? Okay, wait Chengcheng. Too far off track. Let’s focus on the now.” He recomposes himself before saying, “First of all, do you know your rising sign? It could help explain a lot of things.”

Linkai thinks that there’s a reason for everything. He thinks that you never meet a person by mistake. But sometimes...he has to question his life mottos as Chengcheng waves his hand and tells him he’ll make his birth chart from scratch, all he needs is the time he was born (because Chengcheng’s already memorized that he was born on May 20, 1999 in the Fujian Province).

“Chengcheng, I promise on my mother that I won’t judge you. Just tell me if you were dropped on your head as a baby or not.“ He’s desperate at this point. There’s no way somebody just wakes up and makes the conscious decision to be Fan Chengcheng. Not any sane person, that is.

“Astrology is a very serious science, Gui and I will not stand for your bashing!” Chengcheng whines.

Likai gives him side eyes. “Didn’t you only get into astrology because Justin said you were a Gemini and he liked that?”

“No!” But the blush rising on his cheeks says otherwise. “Look. This isn’t about me! This is about you! What’s your deal?”

The older one shakes his head, throwing himself back against the couch and hoping that the weird stain to his left would manifest into a blackhole and swallow him hole. He crosses his arms and taps his shoe against the ground, eyes glued to the ceiling popcorn and wondering who the hell even thought that shit was cute. He starts to wonder how much he could pay Chengcheng to eat it when the doorbell rings.

“I’ll get it,” Chengcheng says. “I’m expecting a package!” As he gets up, he throws a cushion at his roommate before hopping away.

Linkai shuts his eyes, too exhausted to even fight back. Maybe it is his package. Maybe it’s Justin. Maybe they have another “date” in Chengcheng’s room (it’s not a real date if Justin doesn’t know it’s a date).

He’s about to drift to sleep when another cushion hits his chin, causing him to bite his tongue.

He’s on his feet and ready to throw hands when his eyes land on (a very pissed looking) you.

Honestly. He’s not surprised. You have this sour face all day and all night and it’s to the point where he’s starting to consider having Chengcheng put together your birth chart so that he can understand just that much more about you.

He crosses his arms. “And what is the problem today, princess?” he raises his eyebrows. He leans down, teasingly close, and wrinkles his nose. “I was just thinking about you.”

“Don’t look so stressed,” you scoff. He pokes your forehead, causing you to stumble back a couple of steps. “Hey!” you whine, rubbing the spot. He can just hear you screaming in your head about how he has dirty finger nails or how his hands are always so cold and boney. You huff. “You’re gonna give me a headache.”

“You give me a headache every time you walk into the room,” he shrugs, pulling back. He throws himself onto the couch again and hears the floor rattle beneath him. Another complaint that you’ll throw at him is how he and Chengcheng should just move out of this ratty old place. (“And go where exactly?” “I don’t know! Go live with Zhengting! I heard he needs a roommate!” “You want us to live with Zhu Zhengting? He’ll be on China’s Most Wanted after he kills me and Chengcheng.”) You roll your eyes instead. “But go on. What did your best friend Wang Linkai do to piss you off today?”

“We had a lunch date!” you stomp your foot.

“A lunch date?!” Chengcheng repeats as he exists the kitchen, choking on the piece of bread he had shoved into his mouth. “You two go on dates?!”

Linkai snorts. Ever since Chengcheng found out the story of how you and Linkai met, he’s been begging for you two to fall in love. (“You met in college when she dropped her books and you helped her pick them up? Fingers lingering, eyes glazing over. Love blooming like spring cherry blossom-“ “Chengcheng, shut the actual hell up. I only helped her out because I’m not an asshole.” “Not an asshole? Have you met you?”). Chengcheng says that he’s read a lot of fan fictions. He knows how this will turn out. Apparently, he’s taking bets alongside Chen Linong and Lin Yanjun as to when you two will finally get together. But jokes on them because you are denser than a book.

According to Chengcheng, it’s not your fault because apparently Linkai has terrible game. His idea of flirting with you is to flake on you half the time, watch you get riled up then pat your head and walk away after you get done ranting to him. Linkai doesn’t call that game. He calls that tolerance because some of this shit you put him through makes his head spin in circles. Plus, he’s got an image to uphold. Xiao Gui AKA.IMP cannot go around braiding flower crowns and singing to the birds like this is some kind of Disney film. He’s still trying to live down that time Xukun posted a picture of him coloring in a coloring book on his instagram story (Ziyi still sends him children’s coloring books every holiday since. Whether Linkai fills them out or not is his business and his business only).

He thinks today is going to be a bad day. He thinks it’ll be one of those days where the two of you will fight to no ends and there’s literally nothing he can do to make you feel better. He hates to admit it but he likes those kind of days because they always end with the two of you laying in his bed. Those are the nights he’ll hold you and wipes your tears, whispering a mantra of “Yes, I’m an idiot” and “I’m sorry, it’s my fault for not cherishing you.” He likes those nights because even though you get on his last nerves, he’ll be willing to admit defeat if that means he’ll get to wake up with you beside him.

“Honestly, Linkai. I don’t even know why I try with you sometimes,” you groan, setting down the bag of food in your hands onto the coffee table with one too many water stains. “Chengcheng, come join us for lunch.”

“Oh, I don’t wanna intrude on your date,” he says.

You smile at him. “It’s not an actual date.“

There’s a weird look on your face as you say that. It’s a look you get that Xiao Gui has never been able to read. Your smile is big but your eyes never seem to match. Your shoulders visibly sag and your movements slow for a second before you seem to realize what you’re doing and get back to being normal. “Come!”

“No,” Linkai plops down on the floor next to you. “He has a lab with Justin due at midnight tonight. He needs to leave.”

“Hm? You keep tabs on me?” Chengcheng has a shit eating grin on his face which quickly disappears as Linkai scoffs.

“No. You’re wearing cologne for once and don’t look oily. From just that, I know you’re going to meet Justin,” he says. “You usually smell like terrible B.O. and your hair looks dry. As for your project, you have it written on your calendar inside of a big red heart. I saw it when I went to steal the five bucks from your dresser earlier.” Chengcheng sputters, face red with embarrassment.

You swat Linkai’s shoulder. “Leave him alone,” you frown. “Don’t worry about him, Cheng. You always look and smell great to me!” you grin encouragingly before turning back to Linkai again to whisper yell. “He has a crush. Don’t tell me you’ve never gotten dressed up for somebody you liked.”

“Hey!” he says louder than you expected considering this was supposed to be a hushed conversation. “I’m wearing the jeans you said make my ass look fat,” he retorts. You simply roll your eyes before returning to Chengcheng. Once again, you’ve reminded not only Linkai but the world that you are denser than a book. He makes a face. “You expect me to read your mind and yet you never seem to be able to read mine,” he mutters under his breath, forcefully stabbing into his rice.

“What was that?” you turn back to him. He shakes his head, shoveling a load of food into his mouth to keep you from pressing. You thankfully don’t and once again, turn to Chengcheng. “I think you look amazing. Really. Go get him! He’ll be in your arms in no time!”

“Thanks, jiejie!” the dopey boy grins. “I’ll be on my way then. Be back tomorrow morning. Don’t have too much fun while I’m gone!” he winks. He’s out the door before Linkai can kill him (as if Linkai even had the energy to do so).

He’s too busy dissecting his meat to notice your cold stare. You have to clear your throat for him to look up and see your face. He groans, “What the hell did I do now?”

“You should be more supportive of Chengcheng.”

“More supportive? Any more supportive and I might as well just text Justin and say ‘Hey dinghead! Chengcheng is in love with you!’” he scoffs. “Honestly, it doesn’t get any more supportive than me.” He’s actually offended that you don’t think he’s all for Chengstin. Linkai is the vice president of the Chengstin fanclub, only coming second to You Zhangjing. “Who do you think always makes sure there’s ice cream in the fridge when Justin comes over? Who do you think hops off our shitty ass wifi when Justin comes to watches movies? Who the fuck ran across town just to fight with sneaker heads to get Justin the newest pair of shoes because Chengcheng was stuck in class? Have you ever had to fight a sneak head, YN? Have you?” His eyes are wild as if he’s seen some things he’d rather not talk about.

You sigh. “I just think you need to be nicer to him,” you shrug.

“Last week you told me not to let Chengcheng step all over me,” Linkai points his chopstick accusingly at you.

“Because you were deadass tired and up doing his laundry while he slept!” you exclaim.

Linkai snorts. You’re honestly a walking contradiction when it comes to him. “Just eat and be quiet. I’ve already got a headache. Don’t make my stomach upset too with all of your nonsense.”

“It’s not nonsense, Linkai!”

“If it’s coming from you, it is.” He shuts his foam to-go plate and stands to his feet before you could give him another earful. “I’m gonna go get a drink. Want anything? Water? A soda? A shot of vodka?”

“Ten more minutes with you makes the last option sound more appeasing than it should,” you pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Nobody is forcing you to be here,” he reminds you, patting your head as he walks away. When he returns, he’s made two pretty drinks and winks at you. Bottoms up, his eyes say.

“Really? Drinking on a Tuesday?” you scoff.

“Whether it’s a Tuesday afternoon or a Saturday night, you will always find a reason to complain,” he replies. You roll your eyes, taking a sip and feeling the alcohol burn down your throat. You grimace before setting it back down on the table. “So what do you wanna do now, hm? Watch a movie? Make me watch you online shop?”

“Maybe I could put make up on you and do your hair,” you suggest.

It’s his turn to roll his eyes. “You say that everyone elses’ boy friends do this for them and yet, I feel as though I’m the only one.”

“Boyfriend?” you repeat, completely disregarding anything else he had said.

“Boy. Space. Friends,” he says before leaning back onto his hands. “Why? Do you wanna remove the space in between us?” he wiggles his eyebrows before swooping in close to you, noses bumping. You freeze at this. “What?” he smirks when you don’t push him away like usual. “You actually thinking about kissing me this time?”

You scoff, shaking your head and moving away from him. “Wang Linkai,” you scoff again. “You really are something else. You know that? Kiss you? My best friend? I’d rather eat sand or-“ You stop, looking at him and seeing the way his eyes cast down for a second. “What?”

He looks back up. “Nothing,” he says before pulling himself to his feet again. He stretches his arms over his head and yawns. “Come. Let’s go shop. Or something. I don’t know.” He shakes his head and reaches for his drink. Maybe he shouldn’t have poured so much alcohol into his drink. One sip and he’s already a mess. “What?” He notices you still haven’t moved from your spot on the floor. “Hurry up and put on your jacket. Or do I have to so it for you?” He makes a swipe to grab your arm but you pull back, holding it against your chest. “YN, what?” he sighs, a bit annoyed. “Are you mad at what I just did? Look, I’m sorry. Let’s just-“

“Linkai,” you frown. “Why do you look so sad?”

“It’s nothing,” he replies, walking around and looking for his keys.

“It’s doesn’t seem like nothing to you.” Your words are careful, almost as if you’re trying to find the right wire to cut in order for the bomb not to explode. It’s always like that when the two of you argue this deeply. And sadly, it always ends with somebody crying.

“Because it’s never anything to you!” he throws a hand down dramatically. “So like. Let’s go because I’m not going to do this today!”

“Do what today?” you ask, standing to your feet. He shakes his head and makes it towards the door when you grab his arm. He instantly spins around and pins you against the wall, arms encasing you. You narrow your eyes at him. “What’s your deal?” you huff.

“It’s not even a bit obvious to you?” He’s smiling like a deviant. Like you’re just playing into one of his cold jokes. “Are you really that stupid?”

“What did I do to you?” you cross your arms.

“Everything,” he says, eyes casting downwards. You feel your heart starting to hammer as you realize he’s staring right at your lips. “You waltz into my life and make it absolute hell. You expect me to just know what’s on your mind. You expect me to just know what makes you happy and what makes you sad. You expect me to just know these things and I don’t and it makes me so tired and yet...” he laughs coldly. “And yet when I look at you, I want to be defeated. I want to fall at my knees at your mercy. It’s been like this since the day we met.” His hand slowly makes its way up to your cheek, cupping the glowy red flesh between his fingers. “C’mon, YN. How should it be? What do I have to do to make you like me as much as I like you?”

“Linkai, you idiot! If you liked me, you should’ve just told me!” you pout.

“And then you would’ve found something to complain about then as well,” he rolls his eyes. “Honestly, YN. Just lighten up with me sometimes. I’m trying.”

“You’re always trying,” you smile. “That’s what I like about you.”

“You wanna know a secret?” he asks, leaning in closely. “I only try his hard for you.”

And as his lips finally land on yours, you realize that this is exactly how it should have been all along.

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