#get home to relax and the workers are STILL HERE even though they were supposed to be finished hours ago

[lucifer]

I’ve legitimately had a rotten day today. :(

#it’ll get better probably but I’ve been close to tears all day and I’m not really a crying person #never cry ever but today has made me want to pull my hair out! #I wake up late for work and then I go to close the door to my kitchen and the HANDLE falls off #had to move everything from my living room to the kitchen because there are workers fixing a part of the wall #forgot my headphones #get to work and my manager just randomly decided to switch everyone’s seats for the fun ig but like #I have issues with change and routine and blah blah also he sat me next to a dude that makes me uncomfortable #so I asked to move and then we had to move all the pcs around and all the cables were messed up #chest hurts my asthma is acting up and I still don’t have an inhaler #got into a fight with my bf over something stupid and almost cried in public #(all is well it was a silly fight) #didn’t get to get the hot chocolate I wanted because I was upset over said fight and just walked back to work #I go to get lunch and the place closed early somehow when they never do that #I am almost completely broke #get home to relax and the workers are STILL HERE even though they were supposed to be finished hours ago #it’s all a lot of silly small things but I do feel as if the world is against me today #bf is going to buy me pizza for dinner and also I have a rp reply from Simon I can distract myself with so all will be well soon!!!!

[erin-bo-berin]

Fluffy steve asker here- could you potentially do some like fluffy smut if that makes sense like hard day at work ect and comes home to just snuggles and then just soft kinda smut

Ooh I like this idea! But, hopefully you don’t mind, it will be Steve who gets a little lovin’. That boy NEEDS some loving aka a lot—where do I sign up again?

Anywho, we love some fluffy smut over here 😏

I had to use this gif, I just had to. 😇

Job Well Done

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Smut (it gets a bit filthy I’m sorry)

The forest green employee vest was tossed on the couch with a heavy sigh.

Steve liked his job just fine. It wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t amazing either. But it was incredibly busy and long days like today when he came home from work dead on his feet, that he really despised.

He was lucky to have such an amazing girlfriend, though. You’d either have dinner homemade for him—with what little cooking skills you possessed, though you were getting better all the time—or take out from his favorite places. He’d cuddle you close while you both watched tv or while you read and he worked on his latest puzzle.

Ironically, puzzles had become something he developed a love for after starting work at Family Video. He found it relaxed him and really helped any work stress melt away. He knew it wasn’t fair to you to bring home work problems, anyways.

“Rough day?”

He instantly felt his muscles relax when he finally noticed you on the couch. He’d been so out of it, he’d nearly thrown his vest on top of you, much to your amusement.

“Hey baby,” he smiled, tiredly, arms already aching to hold you.

“You look exhausted,” you pouted, wrapping your arms around him when he sat next to you.

He pulled you close to him, glad to be at the end of the day so he could spend time with you. You rested your head against his chest as you listened to him talk about his day.

“I knew it would be a disaster of a day when what was supposed to be our inventory of new movies actually turned out to be 25 pounds of carrots.”

You stifled a giggle.

“Carrots?”

“Apparently our resident Hawkins delivery man is clearly over worked,” Steve replied, voice dripping with sarcasm, “I’m assuming the grocery store received our tapes. Keith’s getting that all worked out.”

“Well least you weren’t in danger of going hungry,” you teased.

He peered down at you with an unamused look.

“Ha ha.”

“Hey, I thought it was funny,” you smirked up at him.

“Then we were short handed today which of course had to be the busiest day as of lately. Since when do so many kids come to rent a movie on a Wednesday?”

“It’s summer vacation, Steve.”

“True,” he mumbled, “So it was just me and Robin because the two high school workers were either sick or out of town on vacation. That last one didn’t go down well with Keith since the kid didn’t even ask for time off.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“Then some dickhead teens came in and ransacked an aisle that Robin had just tidied. She was pissed and chased them into the parking lot threatening to throw the tapes at them.”

You burst out laughing.

“I can see her doing that.”

“So being the gentleman I am, I offered to clean up the mess.”

“Obviously,” you teased, finger tracing random patterns on his chest, over his shirt, “You’re such a gentleman.”

“I didn’t mind though. Robin shouldn’t have had to redo it in the first place.”

You smiled, placing a kiss on his chest.

“Which is why you’re my sweetheart.”

He hummed, contentedly.

“I ended up missing lunch hour and didn’t get to eat until three—and if you dare make another comment about the carrots I’m standing up right now and letting you fall to the floor,” he warned.

You bit back another wave of laughter.

“Message received.”

“After that, it was alright, but by that point I just wanted to come home and cuddle with you,” he sighed.

You frowned, looking up at him.

“You’re still so tense. I think I know just what you need.”

You grinned, climbing into his lap and his slow smile made your heart thud.

“Oh? What do I need?” he asked, hands coming up to your hips.

“A little relaxation.”

You leaned forward, lips meeting with his softly. You held his face in your hands, his few days worth of stubble scratching your palms.

When you tilted your head to deepen the kiss, he took the initiative, tongue gliding along your bottom lip before playfully grazing yours. After a single teasing lick into your mouth, he retreated, just his lips moving against yours.

It was only when your hand slid into his hair, gripping it roughly as you moved his head into the position that you wanted it, that he groaned into your mouth. You took the opportunity, your tongue filling engaging with his in an intricate dance as the kiss quickly became more heated.

You broke away, lips exploring the territory of his jaw, nipping along it before reaching his neck. You left hot, open mouth kisses down his neck, stopping to suck a bruise right where his neck met his shoulder—a spot that drove him absolutely crazy.

“Babe,” he groaned, arms tightening around your waist.

“Hmm?” you played innocent, pulling back so you could look at him, hands gliding up his chest.

You could already feel his cock straining in his pants and inwardly, you were glad because it would come in handy for what you had planned for him.

His hands traveled up your sides, high enough that they rested along the sides of your boobs, thumbs rubbing over your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. They puckered instantly at his attention and you shivered at the feeling.

“I love you, you know that?” he smiled, gazing up at you.

“I know,” you smiled, “I’m glad.”

“Why’s that?” his gleaming eyes sparkled, giving it away that he knew why, he just liked hearing it.

“Because I love you too.”

You could resist kissing him again and you leaned forward, doing just that. You felt Steve’s hands on your bare thighs, inching closer inwards and you stopped him, placing your hands over his gently.

He broke the kiss, looking confused and maybe even a bit hurt.

“I want you to do something for me,” you whispered.

“Okay…what?”

“Just lay back and relax, ‘kay?”

You kissed him briefly again, moving off of his lap in the process, your hand pressing against the bulge in his pants. It was only when you fell to your knees in front of him, fingers unbuttoning his jeans that he understood.

“Baby, it’s okay. You don’t have to-”

You cut him off, shaking your head.

“You do so much for me. You had a long day, let me take care of you.”

He groaned at the devious smile on your lips as you looked up at him. It was the sexiest sight ever and he wasn’t going to bother arguing with you. He wouldn’t win anyway.

You pulled down his zipper slowly, teasingly, making him anticipate it even more. He aided you in pushing his pants down his hips, pushing his boxers down with them.

Your eyes were trained on your target as it popped out of his boxers, hard and ready for you. You couldn’t help the pool of warmth that filled your stomach, like a churning lava of desire. No matter how many times you saw his cock, you had a Pavlovian response of instant lust, an instant ache for him to be buried in you. But today, you had other things in mind.

Your fingers wrapped around his shaft and he exhaled heavily, his chest already rising and falling with labored breaths as he anticipated your next move. You trailed your nails lightly down his length, teasing him with the ever so slight contact. You smirked when he cursed.

“I thought you were supposed to be taking care of me, not teasing me,” he whined, clearly impatient.

You ignored him, leaning down to kiss the tip of his head, already leaking with pre-cum. Your gaze shot up to his as your tongue licked a slow, full circle around the head before you closed your lips around him, giving a short suck.

“Fuck,” he breathed, becoming even more aroused at the sight of you with your lips wrapped around his cock.

Your hand gripped his shaft firmly, giving his velvety length a few strokes before you pulled it away, licking a stripe up to the base. For your return trip, your tongue swirled, licking back down on the underside of him.

You finally gave in to his whimpers and pleads, Steve clearly going crazy above you and you took him in your mouth, cheeks hollowing out as you sucked him.

“Baby, oh god, yes,” he moaned, hand threading into your hair.

With a glance up at him, you saw his head thrown back against the couch cushion, eyes closed in bliss, lips parted just slightly, his chest rumbling with his moans.

You pushed down further, taking more of him into your mouth, steadily licking and sucking, your little movements of your tongue making his hips buck upwards.

“God, Y/N, you’re so good,” he mumbled, clearly lost to the pleasure, numerous compliments falling from his lips.

You finally took the rest of him in your mouth and Steve thought he’d got crazy. Your mouth was so warm and your lips around his cock felt so good. He lifted his head, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he watched your head bob and mouth move over him, your eyelashes almost flush with your skin as you concentrated on pleasing him.

His fingers tightened in your hair and he had to will himself not to fuck the ever living shit out of your mouth when he hit the back of your throat, feeling you swallow around him. It wasn’t often you actually deep throated him as you were still wary of your experiences with it, so he knew you really meant what you’d said about taking care of him by treating him to this. Of course, if it was solely up to him to judge, you were amazing at the skill.

“Oh my god. Fuck,” he groaned, as your hand replaced where your mouth had been.

You retreated, half of him still in your mouth as you slid your mouth over him again and again, your hand pumping the rest of his length. The harder he gripped your hair in his hand, the harder it was for you to keep from moaning yourself.

When his grip tightened again, you moaned against him and the reverberations sent him even closer to the downward spiral of his orgasm.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna cum,” he croaked, trying to give you fair enough warning, though he was sure you could tell by now.

You knew the louder he got, the more desperate his moans got that he was dangerously close to his end. He tapped your shoulder with his other hand, trying to warn you he was close, in case you weren’t fully comfortable with him finishing in your mouth.

But you stayed rooted to the spot, fully committed to sucking him dry. You retreated a bit, back to sucking on his head, tongue licking just underneath it, causing him to tense. He was moments away and you slid your mouth a little further down, one half of him being sucked by your mouth and the other being squeezed in your grasp.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed, all sensible thought gone from his head other than your mouth on his dick, “Oh, Y/N.”

His hips bucked once again off the couch as he came, his moans of your name echoing off the living room walls. You took all he had as his orgasm hit and you swallowed the salty liquid like a champ—something you’d only do for Steve.

You sat back on your heels, discreetly wiping your mouth with the bottom of your palm and looked up at him, seeing a satisfied and blissed out grin on his face. He reached out, thumb brushing your cheek lovingly.

“How’d I get so lucky?”

Ironically, it was such a statement like that, that made tour cheek heat and not any of your previous actions. He chuckled at your sudden shyness and reached out for you as you joined him back on the couch. While you got settled, he pulled his boxers back up, forgoing his jeans, kicking them all the way off. When he was done, he pulled you into his arms.

“Does this mean whenever I have a bad day now, I get a blow job?” he asked with an amused grin.

“No,” you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder, glad that the previous tension had left his body.

“You’ll get blow jobs simply because I want to spoil you.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things blurb #stranger things smut

[irritablepoe]

Ranpoe Fic - Hurt/Comfort

ao3 link

slight cw for self-esteem issues and the fear of being forgotten about; otherwise this is a really cute emotional hurt/comfort fic :3

Summary:

Ranpo forgot me. The realization hit him harder than it should have.

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Poe was too early. Ranpo and him were supposed to meet in front of the mall in 15 minutes, though Poe was so strangely excited to see Ranpo that he had gotten out of the house early. He considered sitting down in the café next to him but he figured that he should wait until Ranpo was here. Certainly, Ranpo wanted to eat something.

Poe smiled to himself. Since they had defeated the Decay of Angels, Ranpo seemed a lot more content; Poe would even go so far as to call it homely. He spent his days solving cases, yes, and some of them were quite serious still, but he let himself relax a lot more, not having the urgency to prove himself anymore. Not as severely at least. That also meant he would make room for regular meet-ups with Poe. There was no real reason for it other than wanting to spend time together. Poe sometimes excused it by telling Ranpo about his new book he was writing. Ranpo sometimes excused it by letting Poe pay for his candy. They both knew there was something deeper going on, though neither one of them had spoken about it yet.

Sometimes Ranpo looked at him as if he knew everything. Knew everything Poe felt; everything he thought; everything he was. It scared Poe to a degree but he also craved it. This sweet intimacy that came with being known. He had never felt this way before. He had been bullied in school, and was never understood by his parents nor his co-workers. Ranpo was the only one. His soulmate.

Poe blushed, bringing his hand to his face, covering his shame. He hadn’t meant to get this lost in thought. But it was correct. Poe had developed a strange fondness for the detective and sometimes, when Ranpo told him about the newest case, they would try to solve it together and eventually every puzzle piece fell into place; in those moments Poe was convinced he was made for Ranpo and that Ranpo was made for Poe.

“He’s not coming, sweetheart!”

Poe looked up and saw a group of young women passing him by.

“He ditched you, get over him!” The friend group giggled and went on.

Poe shifted uncomfortably where he stood. He didn’t like being perceived and he liked it even less when people were speaking to him. Especially unprovoked strangers. Their words hit him deeper than he’d like to admit. Ranpo wouldn’t leave him hanging, right? It was still early and Ranpo was usually late. He looked at his watch and his mouth fell open.

He had stood there for a full hour and a half??

No wonder everyone was staring at him with pitiful looks on their faces.

Poe bit his lip. Ranpo wouldn’t forget him, right? They had planned this meet-up for so long. He had been excited, had brought his new novel and a few notes with him.

Ranpo is usually late, he tried to remind himself. Though the latest Ranpo had been was half an hour.

Poe decided to wait, though the looks he got started to annoy him. He curled up into himself more and more. His posture wasn’t usually the best but now he was standing like he was having cramps in his torso. Which… he guessed he had in a way.

Another minute passed by. Another look of concern.

Another two minutes. Another five. Another ten. Hushed whispers were carried to Poe’s ears.

Ranpo forgot me.

The realization hit him harder than it should have. Things like this happened. Ranpo certainly wasn’t the first to forget a meet-up and he certainly wasn’t the last. Still, something in Poe’s chest ached. The feeling of being less important than what Ranpo had going on at the moment was… devastating. And he hated himself for it. On the one hand he didn’t want to blame Ranpo; didn’t want him to feel bad because he forgot something as simple as having lunch together. On the other hand, he didn’t want to face Ranpo again in a few days, acting like it was all perfectly fine with him. Worst of all, he didn’t want to be so dependent on him, though over the months of living a relatively normal life with him… he thought he had meant something to Ranpo. A foolish thought. Ranpo didn’t need anyone. He had proved it enough in his battle against Dostoevsky.

But still – he felt abandoned.

With a bitter feeling of loss and disappointment, Poe made his way to his car and drove home.

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Someone knocked at Poe’s door. He flinched, not expecting someone to visit him today. He had cancelled all his plans to hang out with Ranpo after all. Although his eyes were still red from crying, he stood up and made his way to the door. His limbs felt heavy.

“Hey, Ed!”

No. He was not doing this now.

He was about to close the door again, when Ranpo stopped it with his shoe. “Hey! What’s that about, huh? First you forget our meet-up and now you don’t even invite me in?”

Poe stared at him. “I forgot our meet-up? Me?You were the one that didn’t show up!”

He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead he turned around and stormed off into the living room. He heard Ranpo closing the door and follow him slowly like he was unsure if he was allowed to do it.

“Ed?”

Ranpo found Poe on his desk, scribbling onto paper. Instead of stepping into the room he stayed at the door frame, awkwardly leaning against it.

“Ed, I didn’t forget.”

Poe rolled his eyes to himself. “Hmhm.”

“I’m serious. I waited outside the mall. Where were you waiting?”

“Outside the mall. At the café.”

“There’s no café…”

“Yes, there is.”, Poe snapped. “And I waited beside it. Do you know how awful it is when people start to look at you, wondering who you’re waiting for and why they don’t show up?”

“Yes. I know, Ed.”, Ranpo snapped back. “People looked at me, too.”

“If you were there, why didn’t I see you, huh?”

Something in Ranpo’s brain clicked. “Oh.”

“What?”, Poe snarked.

“There are two entrances to the mall. Oh shit…”

Poe’s face softened. “Oh.”

“Oh.”, Ranpo echoed.

An awkward silence sat between them, both of them dealing with their own feelings. They had waited for the other and neither of them had shown up. But it wasn’t the case because they were forgotten about. It had just been a silly misunderstanding. Relief washed over them.

“I-I’m sorry.”, Poe started, cradling his head. “I’m sorry, I thought you had forgotten and I-“

“I didn’t know you valued our meet-ups so much.”, Ranpo stated. He hadn’t exactly meant to say this out loud. An apology would’ve been better now that he thought about it. But in hindsight this had been a good decision after all. Otherwise, they’d never speak about… this thing that lay between them.

“I- Of course. I do. I mean – you… I- uhm…“ A torrent of words gushed out of Poe’s mouth, all of them incoherent until he stopped himself by burying his face in his hands, his skin flushed.

“I do, too.”, Ranpo said. “That’s why I waited so long. I’m sorry, too, Ed.”

“It doesn’t matter.”, Poe mumbled into his hands.

“Yes, it does.” He looked up and met stern green eyes. “You thought I’d forget you?”

Poe swallowed; lowered his gaze. “I thought you had better things to do.”

“Listen to me, Ed.”

Poe didn’t look up. Tears had stolen themselves into his eyes again even though he had sworn to himself that he wouldn’t cry over Ranpo anymore.

He heard footsteps approaching and then there were hands on his cheeks.

“Please, listen to me, Edgar.” Ranpo’s voice was shakier than usual and it sent a sharp wave of thrill through Poe. Was Poe really having this effect on him?

Poe didn’t resist the soft pull on his jaw that lifted his head until he was face-to-face with Ranpo. His mouth opened in disbelief when he saw tears lingering in Ranpo’s eyes as well.

“Ranpo-“

“I could never forget you.” Could never. It wasn’t a promise to never forget; it was simply impossible for Ranpo to do so.

Poe held back a sob. “I’m not important.”

“You are to me.”

Poe was fully crying when he wrapped his arms around Ranpo and pulled him into a desperate hug. “Don’t ever leave me.”

“Ah, Ed – this is a little bit uncomfortable.” Ranpo was weirdly twisted over the desk.

Poe let him go immediately. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” Ranpo let out a laugh when he walked around the desk to hug Poe properly. “I’ll not leave you. But you must promise that you’ll stay, too.”

“I promise.”

Ranpo smiled brighter than ever. “Great. Should we eat some ice cream then, or what?”

Poe grinned shakingly and nodded. Maybe he was worth being remembered after all.

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thank you for reading <3

#bsd #bsd fic #bsd ranpo #bsd poe #ranpoe

[surftrips]

Just My Type – Chapter One (Jay Halstead x woc!Reader)

Word Count: 931

Chapter Summary: Y/N is called down to the ER to assist Dr. Halstead and his detective brother Jay on a case.

A/N: Welcome to my first ever series! If you want to check out the full description of Just My Type, you can click here. Not a lot happens in this chapter since it is just the introduction, but I hope you decide to stay along for the ride :)

Also! Big thank you to Resa (@resanoona) for reading over this draft! If you’d like to be tagged in the next chapter, leave a comment or message me.

"Jay, I have to warn you. The patient isn't being very responsive, I'm not sure how reliable of a witness she'll be," your co-worker, Dr. Halstead said to his brother.

"Unresponsive, how?" Jay asked.

"Well, she's awake and alert, but she's been through some trauma. It's not going to be easy for her to open up."

"Can I at least try?"

"You can, but I don't want to risk causing a mental break or an anxiety attack for her. She's been through enough."

"Will, please. Is there any other way? She's the only person who can help us solve this case," Jay pleaded.

Dr. Halstead considered their options for a minute. "I suppose we could call Dr. Y/L/N up. She specializes in trauma patients and psychological disorders."

"Do what you have to do, anything that can help me get through to this witness."

...

"Dr. Y/L/N! You're being paged down to the ER!"

The psych wing at Chicago Med had been your home for many years, so you were no stranger to the occasional call down to the ER. Because of your speciality, you were most sought out for in cases involving the police and when Dr. Charles was busy.

As you headed downstairs, you were directed to Dr. Halstead, who you saw standing next to a man with a badge. "So, I was right about the police," you thought to yourself.

"Hi, Dr. Halstead. I was told you might need some assistance with a patient?" You greeted your coworker.

"Yes, thank you for coming down on such short notice. My brother Jay here is a detective with CPD and my patient was a witness to a case his team is working on. Unfortunately, she is their sole witness, but as you can imagine, she has been through a lot of trauma and I wanted your professional opinion on how we should go about questioning her," Dr. Halstead briefed you.

You nodded your head. "Alright, where is this patient?"

Dr. Halstead led you over to a woman sleeping in a hospital bed. She looked worn out and tired, not just physically, but emotionally. After years of experience, you had come to recognize the signs of mental exhaustion in a person. Still, you opened the door to the patient's room and began your preliminary evaluation of her.

"Hello," you looked down at the chart Dr. Halstead handed you, "Kate, is it?"

The woman in front of you nodded.

"My name is Dr. Y/L/N, but you can call me Y/N. I am a psychiatrist here at Med, and I understand that you have been through a lot today. What's happening right now, is your body is responding to trauma, but your mind may not be there yet. My job is to break down today's events so that you can process everything and help you begin to feel better. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Even though this woman was well into her late 20s or early 30s, you spoke to her as if she was a child. Many people respond to trauma by regressing into an earlier stage of development, i.e. childhood. You didn't want to overwhelm her with formal medical jargon in her delicate state of mind.

Once again, the patient nodded her head. You took a mental note that she was not yet responding verbally. It might take a while for her to get to that point.

"Alright. Let's begin. Can I ask you how you started the day this morning? Do you have a usual routine that you follow?"

...

"What is taking her so long?" Jay was pacing back and forth in the waiting room, waiting for you to wrap it up.

"Relax, Jay. Y/N is the best of the best, she knows what she is doing," his brother responded.

"I'm sure she does, but we've been hitting dead ends at every other lead. Do I need to remind you a dead father is involved here?"

"Look, Y/N knows what is at stake. She's worked with CPD before, this isn't her first rodeo. You just have to be patient with her."

"I'm trying my best."

"Well, so is she Jay."

As if right on cue, the door to your patient's room opened then and you walked out, preparing to bear some good news.

"Detective," you nodded at Jay, "Doctor," then nodded at your coworker, "You two are very lucky I'm good at my job. I managed to get Kate to recall to me her entire day, from start to the crime. The murder she witnessed was brutal, and I don't expect her to be fully okay for a while. However, I got what I deem to be a pretty reliable description of the offender—"

Before you could finish your sentence, Jay's arms were around you. "Oh my god, you're the best." You hesitantly hugged him back while eyeing your coworker, who looked equally stunned.

"I'm sorry, I've just been so stressed about this case and there's a lot of pressure from his family to find out who killed their dad..." Jay explained, but now it was your turn to cut him off.

"Don't worry about it, it's nice to be appreciated sometimes," you gave a half smile.

"Well, next time we need a psychologist, I know who I'm calling," Jay announced.

"Oh, that won't be me. I'm a psychiatrist," you clarified.

"Okay, whatever. I take my appreciation back," he joked.

And that was the start of a budding relationship— or, you meant friendship with Jay Halstead.

You totally didn't have a thing for him. Not even a little bit.

#jay halstead #jay halstead x reader #one chicago #chicago pd #chicago pd fic #chicago pd imagine #jay halstead imagine #jesse lee soffer #just my type fic

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Valentines Day “Blurbs”

As promised, it’s been delivered. Enjoy little valentines day blurbs with our favorite characters (just kidding. It’s three of my favorite characters. Here’s some copium.)

CW: Fluff, Crack because Messenger likes writing it, romance because it’s v-day, cursing, gn listeners, tired college student stuffs

Summary: Read it. Some might be slightly rewinded to earlier stages/time in a relationship.

Redacted Masterlist

Love you | A Sweetheart-ening Valentines day story (heh, get it? It’s one of the things written on the Sweetheart candies. Those gross little heart shaped candies? Laugh at my punny thing god damn it.)

Sweetheart had never really been one for the stereotypical Valentines day activities. Sure, they could understand the appeal behind spending a full day appreciating the love you had for each other. They just didn’t enjoy the capitalistic side of it. And maybe that came from having a government job position. But their co-workers enjoyed it if the decorations were anything to go off of. 

Their sergeant was talking about how excited they were to spend their very first Valentines day with their unempowered boyfriend. Their demonic coworkers didn’t celebrate Valentines day but they seemed happy to soak in the giddy emotions that were flying around the office. Sweetheart was just... indifferent.

They yawned as they walked to their car, their spine aching from slouching over a desk all day. Another reason they preferred to just be out in the field. But paperwork needed to be done so field work could be allowed upon assignment and request. They sat down in their car as a soft drizzle started up. They almost took the wrong turn to their old apartment before remembering that they had moved into Milo’s home over the weekend. That pulled a smile at their lips and their adjusted their hold on the wheel. 

Sweetheart had envisioned their life down to the T. That hadn’t involved moving in with a werewolf after you became their mate. But they were happy for some surprises. Like becoming a cat parent. They certainly enjoyed that. They loved Aggro and all his little meow meows. And Milo too they supposed.

But no, serious talk. They really did care very strongly for Milo. So strong that it had shocked them when they first realized it. They could still remember it, and it still made their heart pound in their chest. 

The two had been sitting on the couch in Milo’s apartment. Aggro was curled up on their lap softly sleeping. They had just finished watching the Nun and Milo had his face hidden in their shoulder for the majority of the horror film. And whether or not that had been half of their reason for choosing it was a secret the stealth would take to their grave. They grabbed the remote from the arm of the couch to turn off the movie and glanced at Milo, who was peeking up at them looking very frustrated. Sweetheart bit back a giggle.

“What’s wrong, prince charming?” They asked. Milo straightened up, straight up pouting now.

“What’s wrong? Well I’ll tell you what’s wrong, Sweetheart. What’s wrong is that I invited you over for a nice relaxing movie night date. And you just wanna watch these horribly made horror movies all the time.” He said. Sweetheart was half tempted to offer Milo a gold star for expressing the emotions troubling him. But that might push it too far. They laughed though, pausing their gentle petting of the cat curled in their lap.

“Aw, poor thing.” That sounded kind of patronizing but Milo would understand them. “I’m sorry. You can choose the next movie if you’d like. You’ve been a gentleman, letting me choose the movies. It’s my turn.” They said and Milo sighed and sank down into the couch.

“The worst part is that you stole my cat, so I can’t even use him for comfort.” Milo said before glancing at Sweetheart. “Oh... I get it. You want to be my comfort Sweetheart, don’t you?” He asked, a smirk crossing his face. Sweetheart feigned innocence and made a soft hum while petting the cat. 

“I don’t take joy in scaring you, dear.” They added and Milo laughed. Both knew it was untrue if their favorite hobbies were anything to go off of. Their boyfriend stood up and stretched with a yawn. 

“Fuck me, it’s late. Do you want to stay the night?” Milo asked, turning back to look at them. Sweetheart stared at his face, taking in every single detail. Every curve and edge of his face. The way his eyes were shaped, the curve of his lips. 

“I love you, Milo.” They said gently and Milo stared at them. 

“I love you too, Sweetheart.” He replied without missing a beat.

The stealth smiled inside their car. Maybe Valentines Day would actually mean something this year.

I’m starstruck for you | A hellish Valentines day for a star and their demon (I’m on a roll with titles right now, god damn. can i get a round of applause?)

Starlight was an inquisitive person. They had questions for days where others might have hair or legs for days. It didn’t matter what they looked like, everyone always noticed their questions. There was one question they had never asked with genuine curiosity. Not when they grew up for it to actually matter anyways. 

They stared at Avior’s back as he explained something or other about the meridian. They weren’t listening. They knew they should be listening and that it could be important. But if they were remembering right, today in their new plane of existence made up February fourteenth. If Avior was right about time, it meant that not even two hours had passed in Elegy. They had taken to calling it that instead of Earth. It’s not as if it matter, nor made that big of a difference.

“You’re ignoring me again, aren’t you?” Avior asked, turning around with a faintly annoyed expression. Starlight blinked before nodding. There was no point in lying.

“I wouldn’t say ignoring. I’m just thinking about something.” They answered. Avior sighed and walked over to where they sat on the floor, sitting in front of them. He held out his hands in offer, and Starlight placed their own in his. His thumb rubbed idly over their knuckles.

“What are you thinking of that’s more important than the dangers of the meridian collapsing with us inside?” He asked. Starlight huffed, but didn’t pull their hands away. Avior was a grounding presence, even if he was passively scolding them.

“When you put it like that I sound irresponsible.” They murmured. Avior hummed and Starlight glared at him. It made the inchoate laugh and press a kiss to each of their hands.

“Sorry. But will you tell me what you were thinking of already?” He asked them. Starlight sighed and smiled at him. He looked confused for a moment and Starlight wanted to laugh. Now he existed how they did. Constantly confused. Curious.

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll tell you after we get out.” Maybe after they got out they could ask Avior if he wanted to be their valentine. He might find it cheesy and entirely too human for him to partake in. But they wanted to ask him regardless.

Pal-entine | A familial bond between three elementals and a freelancer (Okay less creative title, but this is the last blurb because im really tired.)

Freelancer drifted their finger through Gavin’s hair as the incubus slept. It was one of the rare times where they were awake before he was. They smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek before getting out of bed. They stretched their limbs out with a soft grunt before grabbing their DAMN hoodie and a pair of pajama pants from their closet. 

Did they have class? Absolutely. But they were tired and had three hours between two of their classes. They weren’t going to change fully into clothes when they didn’t need to and were just going to take a nap again. They pulled on their shoes and grabbed their backpack before leaving their apartment. Their phone was at 30% and in their backpack pocket but sometimes that’s how it be. 

They walked towards campus, wishing they had made themselves some coffee or tea or something to help them wake up. They caught sight of a familiar head of hair and they grinned, rushing towards the fire elemental.

“Hey Damien!” They asked. He was fully dressed, but that was hardly surprising. He probably had a laundry list of reasons why getting dressed in the morning woke you up better which prepared you for success. He looked at them, taking in their attire before shaking his head softly.

“You’re as bad as Huxley is sometimes, you know that right, Freelancer?” He asked them. They laughed. 

“Huxley and I are pajama pals. Seems to me like you’re just jealous. What class are you going to?” They asked, switching topics away from the fire elemental’s boyfriend. He shrugged his shoulders and Freelancer nodded. They could understand the need for quiet in the morning. So they just walked next to him. Before they split off to head to their own class, Damien caught their wrist.

“Freelancer...” He said and frowned. They titled their head and took a step closer to him. 

“What’s up?” They asked him. He huffed and let go of their wrist, giving their shoulder a soft push.

“Nothing. I’ll see you later.” He said and walked away. They stared after him before shrugging and heading towards their class. They would ask him about it later when he had time to process whatever he wanted to say.

Once their class was over they started back towards their apartment, knowing their bed was waiting for them. Rather seductively they might add. The warm comforters and clean sheets from the night before was seducing them to go back to sleep. Their peripheral alerted them to Lasko picking up scattered papers though and they ignored their bed’s beckoning to go over to him.

“Wassup Lasko?” They asked as they started to gather up some of his papers. 

“Oh! Freelancer. Thank you so m-much. Honestly I’m such a mess today. I ran into D-Damien earlier this morning and he w-wanted to ask me something but he hesitated. I th-thought I managed to make him angry again. Which would really suck, because I don’t know what I d-did. And I know I shouldn’t m-make assumptions. He ju-just seemed really annoyed. And you know how he u-used to get really anno-annoyed with me.” Lasko rushed out in one breath. They were still amazed with his lung capacity. They stood up with the gather papers and held them out towards him.

“Yeah, I noticed that too. I was going to give him some time to process whatever he wanted to say before checking back in with him.” They answered. Lasko gave a halting nod, his brows still knitted together. Freelancer grabbed his shoulders, feeling him jump slightly under their hold. “I’m sure he’s not mad with you, Lasko. Just take a deep breath, alright?” They said. Lasko nodded before looking down at his watch. 

“Fuck! I m-mean, damn it. I mean, darn. I’m l-late to a meeting. I g-gotta go, Freelancer. H-Happy Valentines day!” He said as he rushed away muttering to himself the entire way. Freelancer watched him go before shrugging and heading towards their apartment again. They had forgotten that today was Valentines day. 

They unlocked the door of their apartment, closing it behind them and setting down their backpack. Their shoes were toed off before they went to go plug in their phone. They scrolled through any missed notifications before stopping by the group chat.

DAMN it’s brutal out here

Fire Sauce (Damien): Are any of you busy today?

Let him dig (Huxley): I’ve got one class in the afternoon today and then practice. Have you asked them yet?

Fire Sauce: I was getting to that.

B R E A T H E (Lasko): I’m in a meeting right now. I’ll let you know in 20-30 mins?

Big Slurp (Gavin): Ask us what?

They chewed on the bottom of their lip for a moment before looking up from their phone. 

“Gavin? Are you here?” They called out, only to be met with silence. They looked back down at their phone before rubbing their eyes.

You: yo Gavin where r u?

Big Slurp: I’m getting a few things, Deviant. 

Fire Sauce: Can you please answer my question already, Freelancer? Before Gavin tells all of us who didn’t ask what he’s getting. 

Big Slurp: Flowers and chocolate. It IS Valentines day after all.

You: I have another class in two hours, then one at 3 and 5. Why?

Fire Sauce: Nevermind. It won’t work.

Let him dig: We can all meet up for lunch at least. It seems we’re all free then.

Fire Sauce: Not if Lasko isn’t there.

You: Am confusion. What’s going on?

Let him dig: Damien wanted to see if we could all meet up for Pal-entines day. 

Big Slurp: Well in that case, I’ll make sure to be there. Are we meeting at Freelancer’s home or yours?

B R E A T H E: I’ll be free around lunch time, yeah.

You: Sounds like a plan! 

Fire Sauce: Freelancer’s place. It’s closer to campus anyways. 11:30. Don’t you dare be late.

Freelancer laughed and turned off their phone. There was the familiar sound of a rift opening before Gavin stood there with a sigh. 

“I forgot I can’t rift with items.” He said and Freelancer hugged him. 

“Happy Valentines day and Pal-entines day, Gavin.” They whispered. He hugged them back with a laugh.

#happy valentines day #happy palentines day #i dont actually celebrate v-day #but i enjoy the fluff #also peep the contact names #anyways #i wanted this to be longer #but im t i r e d #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted sweetheart #redacted milo #redacted starlight #redacted avior #redacted damn #redacted freelancer #redacted fl #redacted gavin #redacted damien #redacted lasko #redacted huxley #redacted fanfic #fanfiction

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Built to Last - Chapter 15

It's been a little over a week since that incident and our friends are finding back to their normal lives.

I am finally back :D

Starting this chapter really kicked my butt and when I had finally started finding some ground to work with, my colleague's dog bit my finger and I was out of typing for about two weeks xD No worries, the dog and I are okay and everything is okay. I'm sporting a disgusting scar on my finger now and the dog probably doesn't like me anymore lmao But it's all good! I recovered completely and I'm not blaming anyone. Just a bit peeved I couldn't type anything x)

As for my writing, I'm still very uncertain and scared to write and upload, but with a lot of support from you guys, my friends, and my girlfriend, I'm already on a better path to accepting myself and my writing again. It used to be easier and it will be easier again to put myself out there, promise!

I hope you guys had a great season 2 and that the finale didn't destroy you as much as it destroyed me :D

Anyway, here's the chapter!

Ao3 / FF.net

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It had been a few days since their trip to the bar.

Luz had recovered fairly well, even if she was on sick leave for the week. Eda caught her trying to sneak in with her colleagues just before the weekend and escorted her home personally. That is, to Camila, not to her own apartment.

Amity had only heard bits and pieces from Luz since she supposed she was forced to be pampered by her mother, Willow had said as much.

As for herself, she had almost forgotten all about the drama that had occurred after they had left the club. Being with Luz made her feel relaxed and safe. Every day after helping out at the construction site, she had gone home with Willow and Gus to see her girlfriend and look after her.

Luckily, her injuries had been minor enough to let her feel slight discomfort, but heal fast. Amity was just glad Luz hadn’t broken a bone.

Either way, Luz was allowed back to work now!

She wouldn’t do any heavy-duty stuff but she was allowed to do a bit of fixing up, assisting, and some smaller things, like taking care of some finishing touches throughout the mansion. Amity hadn’t really understood a lot of what Luz had explained to her, but she was sure her girlfriend would show her what she was supposed to do and Amity could probably just tag along.

Though, she was still unable to get to the construction site at the same time the workers did. By the time Amity arrived, the company was in full swing already and the sun was burning down from the sky as if it was trying to scorch this place.

Parking her car, Amity jumped out and jogged up to the mansion, nodding at Matt and Viney outside before she entered, her eyes adjusting to the more shaded light inside the mansion. After grabbing a helmet and putting it on, she glanced around and waved at Eda who was busy but spared a second to vaguely gesture upstairs where she suspected her girlfriend was working.

Passing some windows to the outside she spotted Willow and Gus working on finishing the terrace Luz and she had started and waved to them, but they didn’t see her. She supposed the windows were blinding and keeping her from view. Trotting up the stairs, she greeted Jerbo who was just coming down, but instead of passing her, he opened his mouth, stopping her.

“Ah, Amity! I wanted to talk to you, actually!”, he started and Amity nodded, grinning at him.

“You mean the roomie thing, right?”

At that, he laughed.

“Yeah, I mean the roomie thing. Last Saturday in the Owl House you said you’d want to talk about it?”, he pounded his fists together hopefully and Amity leaned against the railing, nodding.

“Yeah! Okay, but, uh-… Thing is, I already have an apartment. Would that be a problem? I mean, we can probably find something to rent, too, or-”

Jerbo held a hand up and furrowed his eyebrows at her, slightly shaking his head in confusion.

“Wait, what do you mean you already have an apartment?”, he asked and she felt herself flushing in embarrassment, looking to the side.

“Ah, uh-… My parents own a few, uhm… Places. In the city. Mine is not as close to university but it’s big enough for the two of us. But if you want, we could also rent somewhere?”, she mumbled but Jerbo merely laughed, shaking his head.

“I think it’d be great if you had a place already. I could pay you rent, though?”

Amity gave him a little smack on his shoulder which wasn’t much more than a pat.

“Don’t you dare.”, she sternly grumbled and he laughed again, “If you want to, we could go check it out today after work? I think I have the keys in my car.”

After showing her a thumb up, they agreed on a time and both continued their respective ways, though Amity’s was much shorter than anticipated. Just after rounding the railing to walk down the hallway, Luz already stepped out of the guest room to greet her while Jerbo wasn’t even completely down the stairs.

“Hermosa! Hi!”, she exclaimed and opened her arms to catch Amity, sweeping her up in a big hug. She laughed and tried to squirm, but Luz wouldn’t budge. She tightly held onto her until she had swirled her in a full circle and buried her (probably dirty) face in her neck.

“Luz! You just saw me Friday!”, she laughed but Luz wouldn’t have it, pulling her closer despite the heat of the day, she mumbled into her hair.

“Mmmh, that’s way too long. There was a Saturday in between.”, she complained and Amity had to laugh.

“And a Sunday.”, she reminded her which only made Luz’s whining louder.

“And a Sunday!”, the exclamation was followed by a huff, then she finally leaned back and pressed a kiss to Amity’s nose.

“You missed me, I take it? Besides spending time with your mom?”, she laughed and Luz grumbled, nodding.

“Yeah… Next time I’ll invite you. I think you and Vee would get along nicely! Well, I don’t know about Hunter, but…”, she shrugged, “It’s always a bet with him.”

At that, Amity furrowed her eyebrows, leaning back enough in Luz’s arms to look at her.

“Who are Vee and Hunter?”, she asked and Luz grinned, letting go to lead her into the bedroom where she had been tasked to sand down some boards for the balcony. Luckily, her head wasn’t bandaged anymore to keep the wound on her eyebrow covered. Instead, she just had a small band-aid over her eyebrow and the laceration on her cheekbone.

Otherwise, her hand was still bandaged to keep it as still as possible after the blow she had delivered to the guy’s nose. That was just to keep the swelling and bruises from getting agitated, so it’d go down faster. Amity felt a pang in her heart when Luz looked back at her, grinning, as she grabbed a board to flip it over.

She could see how Luz still favored one side where the bruises on her stomach weren’t as bad, and she could still see that the laceration hadn’t completely healed yet, evident on the little dark spot on the band-aid, indicating it had bled once more after she had put it on.

It was more than clear to Amity that Luz had been beaten up for her. And it was not a nice thought.

“Vee is my twin sister, actually, and Hunter is my older brother. Well, not really brother, mom just kind of took him in after his uncle died.”, grimaces, “Glad he’s gone… His uncle was not a nice man. But they were our neighbors so Hunter was over a lot when we were kids to escape from him and that’s how he grew into our family. He also has an old colleague of his dad looking after him and supporting him financially because he’s got a pretty successful company.”

Amity nodded as she grabbed a board Luz was struggling to turn over in one hand while holding the orbital sander in the other. After a quick thanks, Amity spoke up again.

“So-… You have siblings.”, she started and Luz chuckled, nodding and shrugging.

“Yeah. Well, actually I just have one twin sister, but Hunter is pretty much family and King is, too. That’s-… A different story, though.”, she stalled, looking back to Amity who was attentively listening, then she huffed and looked back down at the board she was supposed to be sanding.

“King is Eda’s son, right?”, Amity remembered and Luz nodded before catching herself.

“Yeah. I used to live a while with Eda, that’s how I know him.”, she explained and began sanding, the noise of it effectively cutting off all conversation. Amity watched her girlfriend for a little while, before busying herself with putting on gloves and looking around to see if she could help Luz with anything. Aside from the occasional adjustment of the board Luz was working on and rearranging the others to get them easier, she couldn’t do much more.

But Luz’s statement had surprised her.

She had always spoken quite highly of her mother, and so lovingly it was hard to believe they would ever have relationship issues. At least, nothing that Amity would know of. But why did Luz seem so adamant in not wanting to talk about the time she lived with Eda?

They worked through all of the boards first before Luz started to carry them outside on the balcony and Amity finally found an opening to talk to her again. Though, she supposed it was better to steer clear of that topic for now.

“By the way, Jerbo approached me about sharing an apartment!”, she shared and Luz cocked an eyebrow, starting to grin.

“Oh? So it’s decided you want to move in together?”, she asked and Amity gave her a hesitant nod.

“Well, not entirely, yet. He wants to and I don’t think I wanna live alone is all. The apartment my parents own is pretty big, so…”, she trailed off just as Luz looked back at her, a questioning expression on her face.

“Hold on, your parents own a place?”, she asked and Amity groaned playfully.

“Yeah, they insisted I take one of their apartments. I mean-… It’s not that much of a surprise that my parents own some properties.”

“Given the mansion.”, Luz gestured all around her, and Amity shrugged.

“Given the mansion and my mom’s need to control my every move. Of course, she’d want me to be dependent on her as long as possible.”, a smug grin snuck to her face, “But at least she can’t say anything against me moving in with someone else.”

Luz pulled a grimace.

“Technically…”, she began and Amity scoffed.

“Technically she could play the owner's card and throw him out, I know, but believe me. Since he’s a boy, my mom couldn’t care less.”, she explained and Luz shot her a bewildered and amused stare, lifting both her eyebrows at that.

“Why is that? Don’t moms usually freak out when man and woman move in together?”, she laughed and Amity made jazz hands.

“Lesbian!”, she giggled, shrugging, “My mother knows I’m not interested in dating men so moving in together with one means I’d be focusing on my studies. That I wouldn’t be interested in romance, you know?”

Immediately, Luz stopped everything and got closer to her, the expression of a hopeful puppy on her face.

“Wait, you mean… Your mom’s not homophobic?”, she asked and Amity smirked.

“No. She’s cool with it, as long as I choose a girl who’s meeting her standards.”

The hopeful puppy just got kicked.

“So-… Not me?”, she asked and Amity hummed, shrugging.

“Actually, my mother chose dad as well, and he came from similar circumstances as you. I-I mean-… Not born wealthy. She always told me her parents disapproved but his hard work impressed them because he was the inventor of the home security systems mom could sell.”, smiling, she pressed a kiss to Luz’s cheek before recoiling and coughing because her girlfriend was full of dust and wood shavings.

“Wait, that means she could approve of me, too?”, her face lit up again and Amity had to giggle despite still trying to wipe the wood dust off her lips.

“Yeah, maybe. And even if she won’t, I wouldn’t care. She has no say in my love life. Even if she’s still trying… Just that after coming out to her, she kept setting me up with wealthy young women instead of men.”, laughing, Amity shook her head.

Luz laughed at that and scooped up the next few boards to bring outside.

“Remind me to give your mom the ‘Not as much of a jerk as you could’ve been’ award when I meet her.”, she said and Amity rolled her eyes jokingly.

“I will don’t worry.”, she assured her girlfriend, before she followed Luz back outside again, to help her put the boards down on the pile they had started.

“Back to the apartment.”, Luz reminded her and Amity nodded, remembering why she had wanted to talk to Luz.

“Right! So Jerbo and I wanted to check it out this afternoon after work. Do you wanna tag along?”, she asked and Luz hummed in contemplation.

“Hmm… I don’t know, I wouldn’t want to be a third wheel.”, she playfully thought out loud and Amity smacked her shoulder, pouting.

“Ey. I’m here being nice and you decide to be a jerk.”, she complained, making Luz smirk and shrug.

“What? I’m just trying to be considerate of a blossoming romance!”, she laughed before finally getting serious again, grinning, “But yeah! I wanna see the apartment your parents own and let you live in. Besides, I need to know where my girlfriend lives in a month.”

“Awesome! I’d just drive there and then give both of you a ride home, does that sound okay?”, she asked and Luz gave her a thumb up.

“Sounds perfect.”

Finally, when they were done putting the boards out in the balcony, Luz explained that they were actually floorboards for a portion of the balcony that was about as big as Luz's entire apartment. Amity felt a little embarrassed, remembering that her parents were the ones commissioning this mansion, but Luz wasn’t bothered. Or at least, if she was, she didn’t show it.

After arranging the boards to be easily accessible, Luz started assembling the substructure and Amity tried her best to stay out of the heat and the sun. She had forgotten to put on sunscreen and usually when she got a sunburn, it was bad.

Her girlfriend, on the other hand, didn’t really mind the scorching sunlight from above or the fact that the tiles were so heated up by now they could be cooking eggs on them. She hummed and happily worked as she assembled the smaller boards in the gaps between the tiles where the wooden floor was meant to go, sweating but not minding it one bit. Amity envied her.

“Do you guys, uh-… Have sunscreen somewhere?”, she finally asked after it was getting ridiculous trying to follow Luz while trying to stay in the shadows as well. Her girlfriend laughed and nodded, gesturing downstairs.

“Willow has some. She saved my life this morning. Could you bring it upstairs? I think I sweated off most of it by now.”, she asked and Amity nodded, quickly making her way downstairs to ask where Willow had the sunscreen. She was still outside with Gus so Amity made her way over, quickly feeling how hot the sun really was as she stepped out into the sunlight.

“Hey Willow, hey Gus!”, she greeted and the two of them looked up from mixing cement to pour between the rocks, smiling at her.

“Hey, Amity! We heard you were here from Eda. You good?”, Gus asked and she nodded, grinning as she shielded her eyes from the sun.

“Yeah, just working on the balcony with Luz. That’s what brings me here, actually. Uhm, Willow, do you have sunscreen somewhere?”, she cut straight to the point since being in the direct sunlight was soon getting unbearable, making her squirm. Immediately, the girl jumped up and nodded, walking towards Amity to lead her inside.

“Yes, I do, actually! If Viney didn’t steal it again.”, she laughed and they stepped into the mansion, both waving Lilith hi and quickly making their way to Willow’s bag before Lilith could end the conversation and try to have a word with Amity. After rummaging around a bit, Willow found the sunscreen and gave Amity the entire container, smiling.

“Just put it back in my bag when you’re done. And try not to combust blushing if Luz takes her shirt off.”, she smirked and Amity felt her cheeks heating up.

“Yeah, as if Luz would take her shirt off in the workplace.”, she replied and her friend merely grinned more, winking at her, before turning around, “Wait, Willow! What’s that supposed to mean?!”

She merely left her standing there, a slight chuckle being all Amity could go by, then she was around the corner already.

“Willow!”

When it became clear that she wouldn’t get any answer, Amity huffed to herself and threw the sunscreen into her other hand to pull out her phone and see if she had gotten any new messages. Her siblings had tried to find out more about the video she had posted in her story and as soon as they had realized Amity was acting differently, they had tried finding out what it had been. Emira had guessed last week that she was in love, but that’s how far they were. They wouldn’t find out yet that she was in a relationship, as new as it was, still.

Otherwise, her mother had sent her the date of an appointment with some investors in their stead, just basically to be there and represent the Blight name.

And there was one new message that surprised her.

Boscha.

Furrowing her eyebrows, Amity tapped on it and almost laughed at the content. There was no way Boscha wanted to meet up for no reason. Her parents probably made her do it.

No, actually… Boscha wouldn’t let her parents have a lot of a say in how she lived her life.

Not that she had to stand up a lot to them. As far as Amity had gotten to know her, one of her moms was actually pretty sweet and normal, while her other mom was pretty emotionally distant. At least Boscha had one parent who cared about her.

Amity grumbled at the thought of her own parents. One was controlling and the other was emotionally distant. Shaking it off, she went back to the message.

 Boscha: Hey Blight let’s hang out sometime how does this weekend sound

 She furrowed her eyebrows again when suddenly, an awful thought struck her. She couldn’t have found out what happened last weekend, right?

Gulping, Amity tried to shake off the uneasy feeling and huffed. This was not happening. Nobody knew of that thing but her friends, the police and the guy and his friends. Did one of them have contacts? Did they talk about her?

Was her name out there?

After quickly googling herself, her name didn’t reveal more than was already known to her. Her parents, her school, some projects, some fans (she really did not know why she had fans, all she had ever done was be born rich), and some rugby pictures and articles.

Otherwise, she wasn’t really interesting or exciting enough for the media to report on anything. Though, if it came out that she was sexually assaulted and that a girl got beaten up because of that, she was sure the paparazzi would jump on that as if there was no better story.

And she definitely had better things to do than to get followed around by cameras like Ed when he had been sighted drunk at a party in a public club, making out with another man. People had followed him around for a month until the story had finally died down.

Amity shuddered at the thought of cameras starting to follow her and Luz around because of her suing someone and probably because people were keen on who she was seeing.

Yeah, she did not need that.

Grumbling, she put the message away for now and made a mental note to reply later, then she climbed up the stairs and found back to Luz, trying not to think about it. Luz had taken a seat in a room by now to escape from the heat a little and was just drinking some water when Amity came in, holding up the sunscreen. She was just about to announce that she had gotten it from Willow when she ate her words at the sight in front of her.

Since she had soaked her shirt with sweat by now in the sun outside, Luz had indeed taken it off, proving Willow right. She was leaning against a wall with nothing but her sports bra, grinning at Amity when she put down her water bottle and got up.

The pair of cargo shorts she was wearing just above her knee only did little to stop Amity’s imagination. Much less the very bare abs she was seeing now. With full-on lesbian disaster mode on, Amity couldn’t do much more than cover her eyes and squeal while she felt Luz taking the container out of her hand after having approached her.

“Hey, you okay?”, she asked and Amity helplessly flailed, keeping her eyes closed. It didn’t help at all when her hand bumped against something that felt like a very bare shoulder.

“How dare you?! Put your shirt back on! You’re working!”, she embarrassedly exclaimed and Luz distantly laughed, apparently being humored by her girlfriend reacting with a deep blush and flailing her arms around like that.

“What, you don’t like the sight?”, Luz teased and Amity groaned, burying her face in her hands.

“Stooooop!”, she whined, but that only made Luz laugh louder.

“The men are allowed to take off their shirts, too. I don’t get why I shouldn’t.”, she explained and while Amity agreed with that, she knew she wouldn’t be able to function around her shirtless girlfriend.

Amity finally dared to open her eyes again, but the sight in front of her hadn’t gotten any safer for work.

Luz was at least wearing a somewhat acceptable outfit around her legs, some normal cargo shorts that stopped just by her knees, a soft fabric belt, and her usual light brown safety boots.

But now, around her chest, she was only wearing a black sports bra instead of the white shirt she had worn before. Her abs were plainly visible, as were her shoulders and her back, on which Amity could clearly see the defined muscles Luz had built up thanks to her work and a bit of training at home. Willow had told her Luz and Gus would regularly join her in working out and that’s how they all kept fit.

Though, she could also see the colored skin where the bruises were blooming, some just a little darker by now, but there were still some remnants of blue, black, and even some green and yellow on her abdomen. She remembered how Luz had looked a week ago and cringed. Since then, she had gotten a lot better already but it was still a lot to look at these bruises and remind herself that she had been the cause of them.

No matter, Luz seemed to be in a lot less pain by now which was good. It put Amity’s mind a little at ease, even if the bruises were still more than visible, especially right now.

Trying not to stare, she absolutely watched as Luz put some sunscreen in her palm and started covering her arms and chest with the white cream, thoroughly spreading it and taking care not to miss a spot.

Until she caught Amity’s eyes. And smirked.

“Are you waiting for me to help you?”, she asked lightheartedly and Amity squealed at that, shaking her head when she grabbed the container from Luz again.

“I just-… I haven’t-… Can you put your shirt back on again?”, she asked sheepishly and Luz feigned to be hurt by the question.

“Am I that ugly?”, she asked and laughed when Amity spluttered to answer.

“No, no no no! Just-… I’m not used to-… And-… It’s just kind of-… Argh!”, she pouted while putting some sunscreen in her hand as well, “I just-… Haven’t been around, uh, people a lot. Shirtless people, that is.”

Luz smiled as she asked for the sunscreen again and started rubbing it on her abdomen and face.

“Well, but I’m your girlfriend. That’s the good thing, you can stare all you want and I wouldn’t feel offended. More flattered, actually.”, she chuckled and Amity only flushed deeper, nodding.

“I-I guess I’m just not used to it.”, she tried to breathe through, even if that was hard, considering how much closer Luz suddenly was. She could smell the sunscreen on her as she approached, and her grin was so bright that she feared she’d get a sunburn even if she kept to the shade.

“If it really bothers you, I can put my shirt back on.”, Luz offered, though visibly amused by Amity’s inability to function around her, so she sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Actually, I think I’d like it more if you kept it off.”, she finally decided, steadying herself so she could look back into Luz’s eyes. Luz was right, she was allowed to enjoy this and besides, if it was too warm for her to work in a shirt, who would Amity be to ask of her to put it back on.

Besides. This was an opportunity.

“Is that so? Amity Blight, are we daring today?”, Luz teased and she groaned, pointing at her girlfriend as if to chastise her.

“Don’t push your luck.”, she warned, even if there was a playful tone in her voice. Smirking, Luz shrugged at that, then she turned around and Amity knew exactly she had planned this.

“Can you get my back for me?”, she asked, giggling when she heard another little squeal from behind her.

“… Y-Yeah, fine!”

With her face heated up impossibly and her hands shaking, she began spreading the sunscreen on Luz’s back and grumbled to herself, until Luz chimed in.

“What was that?”, she sang and Amity pouted.

“You know damn well this is a trope and you’re exploiting the hell out of it.”, she complained but wasn’t really mad. She enjoyed this as well, just didn’t like how flustered she was. It was unfair that Luz could throw her off so easily. She’d have to get back at her for that.

“Of course I am, who wouldn’t?”, Luz now smirked, turning back to Amity to wipe the last of the white stripes off her face where she hadn’t been able to see the sunscreen. The smaller girl closed her eyes as she felt Luz rubbing in the last of the sunscreen on her cheeks and ears, then she looked up at her and pouted.

Luz finally softened a little and brushed over her cheeks, leaning down to nudge her nose.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have jumped that on you. But it was pretty funny.”, she chuckled and Amity hummed, before lifting her arms to her hips and softly pushing her away, taking care her fingers weren’t slipping on Luz’s skin. She didn’t think she could survive that right now, so she only touched her shorts.

“Alright, let's get to work, now that I can actually get out of the shade.”, she stopped Luz before she could kiss her, then she looked at her expectantly as she was already half out the door to the balcony, “So? What can I do?”

With a grin, her girlfriend followed her outside.

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I hope you're all well and okay!

As for the AUs I'm planning to write, by the way, I'm working on them! But as I said in the notes up before the chapter, I was out of commission, so I'll start on them now!

Also, this weekend I'll be at Rock Am Ring, no writing is gonna happen there, so the next chapter will probably maybe be up next week x)

#toh #the owl house #luz noceda #amity blight #willow park #gus porter #lumity #eda clawthorne #fanfic #built to last #construction au #i hope you like it!

[marinamitu-blog]

Covid-19: Cause of Critical Concern to Workers

In this corona crisis, the whole country is under lockdown and a general holiday has been declared. Most people are staying at home to prevent the infection from spreading. While a lot are fine staying at home and some are enjoying their time spent with their family, for some this is not the case of just staying home to relax with their family. For some it is a life and death struggle to stay at home without proper work and an empty stomach.

Kuddus is working as a security guard in Dhaka and has to stay at the workplace for the convenience of the people living in the building he is guarding. Thus he is staying alone here without his family. As he is living here alone, he has to go out for buying groceries for himself. He is worried about his health, but more than that he is worried about his family in the village as they are solely dependent on him. “It is harder to send money at home as there are less Bikas agents around. It takes few days to find an agent, I am very worried about my family”, says Kuddus.

Kuddus isn’t the only one. Many workers are facing such problems during this covid-19 pandemic. Due to the Corona crisis, many factories and businesses are closed. Some of them are unsure if they will be able to continue further even if the lockdown has withdrawn. Some workers are having financial crisis because of not getting payment properly as their employers are unable to pay properly. Abdul Baten who is working in a garments factory as a cutting master, is having trouble with his finances as he didn’t get his full wage. He received only half of his payment. This is causing trouble for him to provide for his family properly. He is worried about daily needs, especially when Eid is nearing. He is not even sure when he will get the rest of the salary let alone the Eid bonus. He is still required to pay the house rent. As the factories are open and operating, he and the other RMG workers are needed to go to work. He claims, “In the factory there isn’t any special precautions for corona and it is not possible to maintain social distance at the time of work”. In a research on Bangladesh apparel workers it is claimed that, “The factories can’t pay the workers’ salaries in this critical situation. Therefore, millions of workers have been sent home without their wages.”

This is not the case of only garments workers. Another joint survey of the Power and Participation Research Centre and BRAC Institute of Governance and Development reveals that, per capita daily income of urban slum and rural poor drops by 80% due to present countrywide shutdown enforced by the government to halt the spread of Covid-19. It also shows that 40%-50% of these people took loans to meet the daily expenses.

Sumon is working in a gold workshop as a gold smith. In normal times he makes a decent income and during the Eid season they have a lot of work. But due to the Covid-19 crisis and the lockdown all the gold shops are closed and there is no sell. Sumon says that in the time when they were supposed to get more money and bonus incomes, they are facing the threats of keeping their jobs. After all if there is no work there is no income for them as they earn on the base of their work. Al-Amin who is working as a driver and like Kuddus he is staying at home alone as his family is at the village. But unlike Kuddus he is not staying in Dhaka for the sake of work rather he couldn’t go home to his family because of the lockdown as moving from one place to another is not possible. Even though he is still in the city, his employers are not giving him any duty and are telling him to stay at home. When asked about what he was doing to stay safe from corona virus, he said that he is staying home unless it is necessary like shopping from groceries. He added that he is even praying at home instead of going to the mosque except for ‘Jumma’. He also said that he is maintaining cleanliness as well. When asked if his employers helped him to stay safe in this crisis time, he said that they gave him mask, gloves and sanitizers. They are also calling him regularly to check on him.

Like the employees the employers are also very concerned regarding the covid-19 virus and the lockdown. A lot of them are unable to run their businesses and only a few are able to run it in a limited range. A lot of them are unable to pay their employees salary; in fact some of them are unable to keep the workers and have to cut off some employees. Sahidullah, owner of Kazi Builders, a construction business, has sent his entire workers home as all the construction sites are closed due to the pandemic. He said, “All the construction sites are closed and the workers are off duty. I have paid their wage but I am unable to pay any bonus for the Eid. I can barely manage myself, but the payments will not come unless the constructions are finished. The more delayed the constructions are the costlier it will get. So in the future I might not be able to higher same amount of workers as before”. Babul, a construction worker under Sahidullah said that they are very worried, as this lockdown has taken away their income source as all the construction projects have closed down for the time being. “If we cannot work, we will not have the money to support our families. Our employer is helping us now but if the construction is closed for longer than he won’t be able to help either. This is scarier than the virus. The virus can kill us but starving to death is worse than corona for us”, said Babul.

Not just factories and businesses but those who entirely depend on house rent for their income are also facing problems. Nasrin Ara has few houses of her own and is solely dependent on the rent for her income. But due to this Corona crisis, many of her tenants are unable to pay the rent properly. Among the 48 of her tenants, only eight of them paid the rent fully. Some of them paid the half. Even some of the tenants have left because of losing her job. She said, “This is a criticaltime where we cannot pressure the people to give the rents. But we have to go on too. This is our only income source. I have already reduced the rent of this month. I am even not sure how I will pay the security guard, cleaner and the other employees next month. I have already cut off their bonus for Eid but if this continues I might not be able to keep them in their post.” A lot of her tenants are RMG workers and most of them have their factories open. They have to go for work every day. As a result, she is also concerned about the spreading of the infection.

Not only just Kuddus or Baten, there are people many workers like them who are suffering mentally and financially in this pandemic of Covid-19. There are also many people like Nasrin and Sahidullah who are also helpless and are unable to keep the workers working under them to their jobs. If a solution to this situation is not found soon many more are going to end up worse than them.

#in depth report #Labor and Workplace Reporting

[timeoverload]

I thought that today was going to be easier but the morning was an absolute nightmare. I wasn't expecting the morning team lead to call in again. Apparently the lady that works the night shift was sick so she couldn't come in either. No one bothered to text me about it even though they knew last night. I wasn't imagining to walk in to such a shit show.

One of my other co-workers came in at the same time as me to cover for him. I'm glad she was there because it was just the 2 of us until 8:30 since my boss had to help out in the basement and she was overwhelmed already. I was frustrated though because she didn't know how to open decontam so I had to do it. I tried to show her what to do and she wasn't really paying attention because I think she was half asleep still.

We also had to turn over 2 TEE probes because there were 4 TEE procedures and we only have 2 probes. They have to soak in a tube of high level disinfectant for 12 minutes and need to be rinsed for 3 minutes. After that they get dried and boxed up. Then we have to take them to a different area of the hospital so it takes some time to do. I ended up having to do all of that too because she didn't feel comfortable doing it even though my boss asked her to do it so I could focus on eyes. I know she has done them before and it seemed like she didn't understand it was a priority even though I told her that. I think she was just trying to get out of it. I asked her to go load the autoclaves instead because there were like 4 carts piled with pans to sterilize and I know she knows how to do that. I knew I wouldn't have time to do that either. It was helpful to have her around even though I got frustrated at times. I wasn't outward about it because I didn't want to create more stress. She also hasn't worked there for very long so I know she is still learning and trying to become more confident. I need to be more patient.

I somehow managed to juggle everything and still have time to get my eye stuff done. There were a lot of cases that got done really early too so that was unusual. There were 3 dirty carts in decontam and 2 other priorities before 8am. It was just a lot at once but things slowed down as the day went on.

I didn't get to eat breakfast today so that made me sad. I went to get lunch and the wraps they had didn't look good so I got soup. That was a mistake. It was supposed to be a chicken tortilla soup. There was nothing in it but a tiny piece of chicken and way too many peppers. I don't mind a little spice but it was so spicy that I couldn't even finish it because it was overwhelming. The soup didn't have much flavor otherwise. That is all I have had to eat today and it made my stomach hurt. I am planning on eating as much as I can tonight.

I hope I have enough energy to make it through the day tomorrow. I have 25 cases scheduled before noon and there will be 3 rooms going and the fastest doctor is working. I don't think I will have a lot of help. It would be great if someone would cover for me so I could eat breakfast but I don't think there will be anyone available to do that. I don't know if my boss will have time. I will survive because I always do. I know the afternoon will be easier because there are only 9 cases and it won't be as fast paced. I don't know if I will be on here much tomorrow night because I'm sure I'm going to be very tired. I need to try to stop thinking about work.

I came home and then I suddenly remembered that I didn't get my taxes done over the weekend so I took care of that right away. I panicked for a second but it was fine and nothing bad happened.

I haven't been able to do much else because I'm worn out and my body hurts. I need to make food soon but I don't want to get up. I would like to go to bed early but the neighbors are arguing on their deck again. I can hear everything they are saying but I'm trying to tune it out. I guess I should stop writing now and go get stuff done so maybe I can relax for a little bit before I go to bed. Hopefully tomorrow is better than I expect it to be.

I hope everyone else has a good day tomorrow. Thanks for listening to me vent about stuff. :) 💖💖💖

#personal

[sukirichi]

Hello! Can you write one about Nanami where the reader is oblivious and they're really close to Gojo so he gets jealous often. Sometimes Gojo does things purposely to annoy him and one day he just lost his composure and accidentally admitted his feelings for you.

I hope u accept if you're not too busy. Thank you!!!

— a little push

— sometimes all nanami needs is a little push.

nanami kento x fem! reader

thank you for the request anon! i’m not sure if reader is oblivious enough but i hope you like it! there’s some thick pining here hur hur, i hope you like it! i never knew i needed an easily flustered and awkward nanami in my life also this is unedited as usual

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“Do you mind?”

Nanami sighs, silently praying to the heavens you wouldn’t hear the way his heart is absolutely panicking and beating wildly right now. You’d randomly pushed him inside the teachers’ office the moment he got back to the institute at work, and now he’s doomed to hide his feelings while you look up at him with wide, innocent eyes, a shaky yet excited grin painted on your face.

“Sorry, sorry,” you wave your hands in front of you, although he can tell you’re not apologetic at all. Nanami clears his throat when you step backwards to give him space, unsure if he’s happy or sad about the distance. “I was just really excited to see you back.”

Your carefree, lighthearted voice, along with that little jump in your toes combined with your statement – you’re basically asking Nanami to shrivel up already.

The stoic man remains composed, though, only shifting to adjust his tie while he stares down at you. You’re still somewhat bouncing on your feet, teeth biting your lip – a habit you had when you want to say something but contemplating whether you should. Tilting away to hide the slight flush in his cheeks, Nanami sighs again, pretending to be tired.

The last thing he wants to admit that even though he is exhausted from work, is that you’d never bother him. In fact, having you bombard him like this makes him feel like he didn’t deal with special grade curse by himself all alone just an hour ago.

“If there’s something you want to say, I suggest you get it over with. I don’t want to stay overtime and wait until the blindfolded creep comes around.”

You giggle at his insult, hiding behind your cupped palms. Crap, Nanami looks away and focuses on the birds outside instead, suddenly finding them so interesting despite never paying attention to them before. Maybe that was the curse of crushes – it had people acting differently and in complete contrast with their behavior.

“About that,” you begin almost shyly now, and Nanami practically bursts when he sees you tapping both of your pointer fingers together, gaze tilted away from him.

It makes him wonder you’re nearly on the same skill to Gojo, yet still somehow look like a small, innocent being that makes him want to protect you from everything – even if you were more than capable of handling things yourself. Well, Nanami concludes to himself, maybe you’re really just that paradoxical that it makes sense why he can never think straight around you. Maybe he’s really not supposed to understand the complexity of his feelings when you were a phenomena to begin with already.

“You see…Satoru asked me out.”

Nanami stiffens at your statement for a split second before his head whips to you so fast. You’re observant – of course you are, you’re a jujutsu sorcerer – and you easily pick up in his sudden change of demeanor. Your brow raises at his abrupt reaction, to which Nanami conceals by flexing his neck and rolling his shoulders back.

“I am simply tired from work,” he haf-lies, “So, Satoru asked you out? Will you say yes?”

His words and tone are monotonous, almost bored even, but deep inside he’s so close to beating the crap out of his co-worker. Well, not really, Nanami isn’t a man of violence, but he’s jealous. Of course he is – he’s liked you ever since Principal Yaga hired you.

He’s never told Satoru about his little crush on you. He would be stupid to do such; Satoru would tease him to no end and maybe even be as childish to go as far as pushing him to you. Typical elementary shit, Nanami cringes to himself, watching as you look down at your feet with a pout. Now that confused him. He isn’t sure what your body language means at all, but patient as ever, Nanami only waits.

“Well,” you scratch your forehead, “I’m really flattered. I want to say yes because Satoru is a nice guy—”

“He is not. I do not respect him.”

You roll your eyes at the way his eyes darkens, “—but also I’m not sure if I should. I mean, Satoru doesn’t really date, you know? He’ll be with like one girl and be with another the next week. I just don’t want to…like, fall for that, I guess. Not that I won’t, because he’s totally not my type—”

“It’s just a yes or no,” Nanami cuts you off, his words coming out a lot harsher than he intends it to be. It’s not that he’s annoyed at your rambling, he actually finds it so adorable when you get so lost in your train of thoughts that your mind just travels from one place to another, and seeing how your eyes just leave farther from reality is something he’s always find such an attractive quirk, but not now – not when his infuriating co-worker is intending to mess with your feelings. “Do you want to go or not? Yes or no? It’s as simple as that.”

You blink back at him in surprise, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Sometimes it’s hard to remember that Nanami was a no-bullshit man who hit things right on the head, a huge contrast to your happy-go-lucky self, but he’s right.

It is that simple – and you’re complicating things all over again.

When you give him an answer, Nanami has to muster all his energy to not deflate. He’s tired – but now his exhaustion and even the heartbreak comes crashing down all over him that he’s immediately weighed down and overwhelmed – so much so that all he wants is to go home.

“Yes, I want to go.”

It’s his day off.

Like everything else in his life, Nanami plans everything down to the last minute of his day. His day off consisted of him having the privilege to sleep in until 8am, then breakfast with coffee from that great café a five minute walk away from his apartment, then he’ll be reading books in his study for two hours. Comes after that is lunch, and he’ll brows through some TV shows, pick up his clothes from the dry cleaning, get that special limited edition dinner of his favorite sushi, read books again and call it a day.

Simple, peaceful, no hassle – it’s the perfect day to relax.

Except it isn’t.

Because it’s your day off too, and you’re out on a date with Satoru. He still remembers how happy you looked then upon accepting the white haired man’s invitation, your nimble fingers wrapped around his sleeve as you shyly asked him to come with you.

He doesn’t know why you had to bring him, but he doesn’t question it, nonetheless. Nanami wants to see how Satoru would react, if there could be any indication from the man behind his blindfold that he had ill intentions. Oddly enough, there didn’t seem to be any. Satoru only beamed and deflated into a chibi, enthusiastically nodding along with you while you planned your date together.

Nanami took it upon himself to leave.

With a silent scoff, Nanami placed his dinner down on the counter. Because it’s his day off – and mostly because he doesn’t feel like himself – Nanami went out to buy the limited edition sushi wearing a white shirt and some gray sweatpants, too forlorn and a little jealous to even bother dressing up.

It’s stupid, really. He’s been looking forward for this sushi for a long, long time, but now that he’s had it, he can’t even enjoy the taste. His mind keeps going back to you.

Were you having fun with Satoru? Were you enjoying your time? Was Satoru treating you well? What was Satoru’s intentions when it came with you? The last time Nanami checked, you and him got along really well and you’re mostly the one who whacks the taller man in the head upside down when he’s being stupid, almost like two peas in a pod, except you were the smarter one. He’d been so sure you’re nothing but friends and yet…it all lead to this.

Nanami pushes his sushi away. They no longer taste like anything, the texture like dried paper on his mouth. He wipes his lips with a napkin, staring longingly at well…nothing. His walls were plain and empty, and suddenly, Nanami can’t help but compare himself to Gojo.

You both planned to go to the local carnival. There’d be lots of foods and even parlor shops, ferris wheel rides and photo booths to create memories. Of course you and Satoru would go there; both of you enjoyed loud, bustling crowds, claiming there was something amazing about basking in the “lives of humans when ignorant of curses” while Nanami prefers his peace and silence.

Had you gone out on a date with him instead, Nanami can’t guarantee he’ll be any fun. He most definitely wouldn’t ask you to go to a carnival with him either. It was loud, cramped, crowded, and it’s too chaotic for him to ever enjoy your presence and enjoy it alone.

Nanami closes the sushi box, turns on the TV and lets is play on the background, a wet towel above his eyes to relax his tired eyes.

He hopes you’re having fun. He hopes Satoru is treating you well. Nanami just ignores the slight pain in his chest when he thinks of you, laughing and touching anyone but him, and he could picture it already. You’ve always been so open and welcoming to everyone, he knows you’ll have fun today, too.

That’s one of the things he finds most endearing about you – that your smile never fades and you never forget about the simple, little things in life to focus on to keep your sanity after facing curse after curse.

He’s fine, he tells himself. Satoru may be annoying, but he knows you could have fun with him, and you deserved to be happy more than anyone else.

Nanami is about to fall asleep on his couch when his phone vibrates on the coffee tables. Groaning, he flicks off the towel to his shoulders, grumbling about how Principal Yaga better be respecting his day off, but the last thing he expects to see is your contact name flashing on the screen. In the contact photo, you’re winking with a peace sign held above your head.

You look so utterly adorable Nanami just wants to kiss you. He remembers this photo was taken when Yuuji got bored and asked to play games on his phone. Upon finding that there was none – of course there was none – the strawberry-haired student opted for taking pictures of everyone instead. There’s one with Nobara growling, Megumi sipping his boba-tea with dead eyes as if he’s so done with the world, more than twenty pictures of Satoru flexing his muscles and posing like an idiot, and then there’s yours.

Nanami remembers staring at his phone for a solid minute, his gallery actually blessed with your face in it. The sun shines behind you on that photo and you’re absolutely shining. He thinks that’s when he truly fell in love.

And it just so happened the love of his life is calling, making his heart skip a beat because shouldn’t you be with Gojo? Why were you calling him? Did something wrong happen?

Nanami doesn’t waste another second before swiping the green icon, already standing up from the couch as he grabs his jacket. He had this weird inkling something is wrong, why else would you call him?

His theories are proven true when your voice comes out shaky. “H-hello?”

“Good evening,” he greets stiffly, brows furrowed as he listens in on the way you seem to be shuffling around. “Is there something wrong?”

“I, uhm,” he hears you sniffle through the other line, “Yeah, I guess there is…Satoru just texted he can’t come because Principal Yaga suddenly sent him to a mission overseas…and then I just realized that Satoru’s been summoned by the elders and he’s just refusing to show up, so now they cornered him, I guess… anyways, I’m talking too much and I don’t want to be a bother, but would you maybe…like to hang out with me?”

Nanami’s hand freezes on the doorknob. “Hang out…professionally?”

He immediately wants to smack himself in the forehead for that. Out of all things he could’ve said, he just had to utter something unintelligent. He hears you snicker in the background and Nanami’s ears redden. 

He quickly regains his composure with a clear of his throat, suddenly remembering that Satoru’s ditched you, so now you’re asking him instead. It kind of feels like he’s just a replacement, but Nanami buries this feeling down before it consumes him, wondering if he’s already regretting changing into better clothes because he actually agreed to go to a carnival with you.

Upon hearing your happy, “Okay! I’ll wait for you then!”, Nanami realizes that he doesn’t actually mind. Especially not with you.

The carnival is loud.

Nanami dreads the moment he steps out of his car, his body swallowed by the bustling crowd and defeaning music of banging drums and clashing instruments. There’s a hundred scents everywhere – smoke, fish, glazed apples – he doesn’t know where to begin or how to focus.

He nearly turns back to his hair, about to shoot you a text that maybe this is beyond him after all. His head begins to spin when he’s only pushed deeper into the crowd, people bumping into him with every single second and it’s so suffocating. It doesn’t make sense to him how anyone could possibly go on a date like this and enjoy it. He knows for sure this chaos won’t let him enjoy his date’s presence because he’s too busy trying to get away from it all.

Nanami staggers for a bit when a strong hand tugs him to the side. Soon, he finds himself pressed flush against you in a tight corner, your hips warm on his. “Hi,” you breathe out airily, lashes fanning and fluttering in that same manner that always made his heart do complete flips.

“Hello,” he greets back with a small bow out of faux respect, but really, he’s just keeping his head down because you look so beautiful in that moment he doesn’t even know where to look. You’re warm and soft next to his hard and stiff muscles, the scent of roses and vanilla mixing in with the street smoke and Nanami’s head grows dizzy, his hand around yours tightening for comfort. “Y/N…I do not prefer this crowd. Can I take you back home instead? You must be tired – I’ll prepare dinner for you.”

Nanami blinks back in surprise when he sees you nod, a slight grimace on your face, and you practically bury your face in his bicep as you groan, “It’s too noisy for me too. Let’s just hang out at your place.”

So you end up in his immaculately clean apartment, admiring and staring at the boring furniture. Nanami changes into more comfortable clothes and whips out something to cook, not wanting to feed you measly take out when you’re probably famished. He watches with side glances as you pick up a photo of him with his parents when he was younger, cooing and giggling at the baby version of him.

“Nanamin, you’re so cute!”

Nanami scoffs and turns back to the heated water in the bowl, arms hard as they cross against his chest covered with an apron. “Please do not call me cute. I am anything but.”

“No, you’re really cute,” you insist, but after seeing Nanami’s flustered frown, you eventually give up and give the poor man a break. Later, you wobble next to him, watching with curious eyes and a small smile as he adds the vegetables into the soup, moving expertly as he diced up the onions to the side. The sheer focus and attention on his daily tasks makes him falter, and he suddenly finds it so hard to function now.

“Why are you staring at me? Is there something so interesting about slicing up onions?”

“No, not really,” you say absentmindedly, the slight plop of the ingredients echoing. “It’s just – I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this way. Domestic, I mean, but it looks good on you,” you nod to yourself, and Nanami finds himself struggling to act as if your presence wasn’t making him go crazy while he proceeds to cook. “In fact, everything looks good on you, and I find you really interesting!”

“Y-you do?”

“Yes, of course!”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, assisting him silently with mixing the bowl even when he didn’t ask you to. Unaware that he’s now focused on you, watching you cook with him with you pressed up against his side, almost as if it’s right where you belong, Nanami feels the same with you. You also look good being this domestic with him, and he suddenly blurts out, “Would you like to stay with me? Like this?”

Your eyes slide over his in a slow fashion, slow enough that his brain hotwires at the fear maybe he’s said something wrong. But Nanami immediately swallows it down, huffing and turning away from you with that stoic expression again. “Forgive me. That was weird—”

“Why would it be weird?” you laughed to yourself before bumping your hips with his, “You’re the one who invited me here. Of course I want to stay.”

That’s…that’s not what he means.

Nanami is left staring openly at you while you help him set the table and you proceed to talk about how you didn’t really want to go to the carnival but Satoru insisted you’d have fun, so you went anyway even if you’d much prefer to be somewhere else. He’s barely listening, too distracted by the way your lips move and how you swing the house slippers on your big toe, your legs crossed on top of another and your figure slightly hunched across from him.

You look so comfortable and welcomed in his home that it puts him at ease too, not worried that he has to impress you anything because it’s you, and Nanami could actually be vulnerable enough to laugh with you over a bowl of vegetable soup.

It’s fine, he lies to himself again, it’s fine that you don’t know he likes you even if he tends to slip and be obvious sometimes. Because at least you’re with him in that moment, and he lies to himself again that it’s fine, that maybe next time he’ll tell you, but he doesn’t worry about. How could he worry about it when you’re snorting so loud over a lame joke he said that rice nearly came out your nose, and he’s so drunk over the sound of your bubbly laughter that something flutters deep within his belly?

When you help him wash the dishes and bask in the silence instead, comfortable over the lack of words and nothing but the sound of his faucet running and the slight rubbing of towels against dishes heard in the background, Nanami is unsure whether he’s glad that Satoru ditched you on your first date.

It doesn’t stop there.

Nanami only keeps falling in love with you more. He’s been doing a good job of keeping his feelings to himself because the last thing he wants is to have you stay away from him, but Satoru was really getting on his nerves.

He’s just come back from exorcising a curse when he sees you and Satoru play-wrestling in the field with the other students. Megumi is grumbling to himself in the corner, Yuuji is laughing and cheering on you to tackle down his sensei who’s currently going down in high-pitched laughter, Toge pumping his fists and screaming, “Salmon, salmon!”

It’s a chaotic sight – one that he usually doesn’t mind – until you finally pin Satoru down on the ground, your ass above his crotch. Satoru’s hands then come up to squeeze your ass and hips under the false pretense he’s struggling to push you off him, but Nanami knows better.

“Give up already!” you tease the other sorcerer who’s still wriggling underneath you, and Nanami sees it before it happens.

Satoru’s legs bend beneath you and he tries to pin you under him in quick movements, but Nanami is faster, his reflexes taking over. Before he realizes what he’s doing, Nanami tugs you and pulls you forward until you collide on his chest. He’s breathing hard, eyes narrowed at the arrogant smirk painted on Satoru’s features. Meanwhile, you’ve softened in Nanami’s grip, hands fisting his shirt that has him hardening up out of sheer protectiveness.

“Oh, Nanamin!” Satoru beams while wiping the dirt on his hands across his uniform, “Glad to see you here. You wanna join training too?”

“This is hardly training,” he retorts with a clenched jaw, “You’re harassing and disrespecting your fellow sorcerer because you can never keep your dirty hands to yourself,” before Satoru could defend himself, he’s already all over you, his hand tilting your chin side to side to check for any injuries. “Are you hurt anywhere? Did this bastard do anything else?”

“No, not really—”

“Why do you care so much, Nanamin?” Satoru teases, and the students all huddle to watch the commotion. Everyone can feel the tension rising, and Nanami only stiffens up further when he feels you lean closer to his warmth almost absentmindedly. “She and I were just playing around, no hard feelings, no foul play. We’re just having fun, right, Y/N?”

“She is not someone you can just have fun with, Satoru. You’ve already crossed the line when you ditched her on your first date, and you didn’t even bother texting or calling back when I drove her home. It’s disrespectful, and she deserves better than that.”

“Nanami—”

“I was busy,” Satoru sighs dramatically, “And if she deserves better than me, then who would it be? I can take care her of her, you know, she and I have been besties for like what, a year now? I’ll be good to her,” he smirks, and Nanami wants nothing more than to punch him square in the jaw. “Besides, it’s not like she’s dating anyone else. She’s single and ready to mingle—”

“Maybe she is, but I’m not,” Nanami deadpans, his harsh tone shocking everyone.

“Wh-what do you mean?” you squeak under him, and Nanami falls silent. He’s never thought of confessing to you, especially not this way, and Nobara is biting Yuuji’s jacket behind them to muffle her squeals. Panda is clapping his hands and whispers oh, here we go, followed by Toge’s salmon salmon.

It dawns on him now that everyone knows he likes you after all, and now that he’s confronted with the situation, he can’t run away from it. Not that Nanami plans on running away, for he is a man and his pride doesn’t allow him to evade situations like this.

He just wishes it could’ve gone out better.

“Forgive me if this makes you uncomfortable,” Nanami releases his grip on you, loosening his tie that makes him feel like he’s choking both on air and his words. Through his cool stature, he’s actually sweating inside his clothes, and it doesn’t help you’re patient with him too, head tilted to the side curiously and so horribly cutely he might combust. “But I have always been, and I still am, utterly in love with you.”

Nobara and Yuuji no longer hold back as they scream to themselves, the former slapping the latter in his back while Megumi only shakes his head, muttering “about time,” under his breath. Maki snickers to herself and Satoru is stunned, but it’s nothing compared to the way you shrink under his gaze for a moment.

He believes you’re going to run away from him because of his blatant confession; it wasn’t romantic at all, and the kids are still screaming too loudly for him to form coherent thoughts.

Nanami begins to form a deep bow, ready to apologize wholeheartedly and to politely ask you to forget this if you wish – he would respect your decision. But just as his gaze met the ground, he’s thrown off balance as you jump on him, soft glossy lips crashing into his.

The screams and cheers of everyone are suddenly drowned out when he feels your lips molding onto his, and he can feel you smiling happily, giggling while his hands tentatively run down your hips to hold you close. It’s unprofessional, displeasing, and downright horrendous to be kissing someone during work hours while the students are watching, especially because his clothes are crumpled from your eager touch and you’re on top of his chest, but Nanami absolutely doesn’t give a single fuck because he’s kissing you back fervently.

It’s what he’s always wanted – you’re the one he’s always wanted, and now that he has you in his hold, he’s not easily letting you go.

“See? I told you guys,” Satoru proudly puffs his chest up in the background, “All Nanamin needs is a little push.”

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Stray Kids Reaction || He Thinks You’re Cheating [Request]

CHAN:

Trust was everything in your relationship between you and Chan, you trusted him to go off and tour the world and you thought he trusted you to be loyal to him but lately, he'd been acting so odd around you. Since you were working more often than not lately it had been getting harder to spend time with your boyfriend who was already busy enough without you throwing your schedule into the mix. 

"You've been working all week and you're telling me you don't have the weekend off?" You could hear just how annoyed he was about you cancelling your weekend together but you couldn't help it when your boss was behind which meant your whole department was behind and had to stay to help him out.

"My boss is behind Chan, you know what that means." You sighed as you tried to get it through to him but he just began sighing and shaking his head despite you not being in the same room as him, 

"I do, it means my own girlfriend is making excuses. Look, if you're sleeping with the guy let me know so I can get over this quickly," He snapped before hanging up the phone leaving you shocked as you stared down at the mobile in your hands, instead of staying to work you made an excuse of being sick and left without another word. Heading straight to the dorms to figure this out with Chan, there was no way he could get away with accusing you of something like that and leaving without another word. 

"You think I would cheat on you?" You questioned as you walked through the door, he was home alone as he glanced up from his laptop, 

"You've decided to grace me with your presence!" The sarcasm oozed from his voice as you rolled your eyes at him, you didn't want this to turn into some stupid fight that was over nothing. 

"There's nothing going on between me and my boss," You spoke calmly knowing that if you got angry he would double down on his thoughts about cheating. 

"Please, all that time you spend with him? All the 'extra hours'." He said sarcastically as he air quoted his words but you shook your head, sitting down on the sofa and sighing as he continued to rant about all the time you'd been spending at work lately but you couldn't hold it back anymore. 

"I work all the time because I need to pay my bills Chan! My stupid landlord raised my rent and I can't afford it!" You finally cried out, admitting to him that you were struggling with money as tears ran down your face,

"I would never cheat on you, I would never do anything to hurt you," You sobbed into your hands as you finally broke down, the weight of being almost kicked out and dumped hitting you all at once but as soon as Chan saw you crying he cradled you in his arms.

"Y/n I'm so sorry, I-I didn't think." He whispered as he continued to soothe you, rubbing your back as you cried into his arms.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He whispered as he rocked you back and forth,

"I didn't want you to try and help, you always try and give me money you know I can't take," You sniffled as he held you closer to him, not letting you go for even a second as he rocked you. 

"Then how about I don't give you money...I-I buy us a place together..." He suggested as he pulled away to look into your eyes, you frowned wondering if he meant it but he smiled at you and that smile could relax you every moment of every day. 

"Think about it first," He whispered, kissing you softly before going to make you a hot drink and get you some food.

MINHO:

It came as no surprise to you when Minho thought you were cheating on him with one of his members, you were close with all of the boys but Minho was a little insecure when it came to relationships but you didn't blame him since his ex cheated on him. 

"Do you really think I would do that to you?" You questioned as he sat across from you on the bed in his bedroom, Felix and you had been asleep on the sofa together when he walked in. 

"I-I don't know, yes." He was stuttering as he spoke to you and you knew it was past experiences clouding his judgement so you couldn't hold it against him, 

"I walked in and you were asleep...H-He had his arm around you, you were snuggled against him and I-"

"We fell asleep watching a movie Minnie," You cooed as you reached out to touch him, trying to relax him but he moved his hand away from yours and shook his head. 

"You never cuddle like that, if he's just a friend you shouldn't have cuddled like that," You knew it looked bad to someone who had been in a situation where they had been cheated on before and you knew there was nothing you could say to him that would put his mind at ease.

"There would never be anything between Lix and I, he's like a little brother to me." You whispered as you nudged his hand, taking it into yours and locking your fingers together as he sighed. 

"She's right...We didn't mean to sleep like that, we were watching a movie and we just got too comfortable," Minho looked at you both and then back to looking at just you, searching in your eyes for any indication that you were lying, he knew you were never a very good liar and as soon as he saw how upset you were he hugged you. 

"I'm sorry." He whispered over and over again while you tried to convince him that it was fine, he didn't outright accuse you and that you understood why he was so scared about it. 

CHANGBIN:

Changbin wasn't normally the over protective snoop through your phone kind of guy but as of late he'd been getting anxious about your relationship, whenever you were together you were always on your phone, laughing or smiling at it while you text back and forth with someone and whenever Changbin would ask what it was about you would shoot him down but he'd had enough of it, he needed to make sure you weren't cheating on him. 

"Binnie?" You gasped as you walked back into the bedroom to find him trying to unlock your phone but it looked as though he didn't know the password to your phone as he struggled,

"What are you doing?" You snatched your phone away from him placing it down onto the bed as you stared at him waiting for some kind of excuse but he was done,

"I want to know who you've been texting so much, who's making you smile this much..." You could hear the hurt in his voice as he said it to you, you knew he'd been desperate to see what you were doing but it was supposed to be a surprise, 

"It's no one Binnie, please just sit down." You tried to calm him but he stepped away from you shaking his head as tears welled up in his eyes, 

"No, you're cheating on me...Aren't you? That's the reason you hide your phone and you're always laughing and smiling at it." He was blowing everything out of proportion and you knew that it was only going to get worse the more you denied it or told him that he was imagining things.

"Don't tell me I'm imagining it, I'm not. I see you all of the time," You knew how bad it must have looked so you sighed at him, shaking your head as you handed him your phone. 

"The password is your birthday," You whispered waiting for him to see who you had been texting all of this time behind his back and you saw the blush creep onto his cheeks. 

"Wooyoung and I were planning on bringing him to the dorms to surprise you," You admitted as he read through the messages, finding memes of Changbin back and forth to one another, 

"See...Nothing is going on behind your back but you better act surprised when Wooyoung gets here tomorrow," You pouted as you sat down on the bed with Changbin, he hugged you tightly whispering to you how sorry he was for accusing you of something so harsh.

HYUNJIN:

Hyunjin had been under the impression that when you said that you were going to lunch with a coworker it meant you were going to be with another female co-worker but when he walked by your local cafe to see you sitting with another man he freaked out in the inside, coming up with all the ways you would be cheating on him. 

"You're being overdramatic, I would never cheat on you least of all with Rylan," You laughed at the thought of it but Hyunjin wasn't finding any of this funny, all he could picture was you and Rylan sitting so close to one another, you were almost sitting in his lap. 

"You could have been kissing him! You were practically sat on him!" He yelled out making you roll your eyes, you knew Hyunjin was dramatic but you didn't expect him to overdramatise everything that happened in your life.

"There wasn't much space, I sat close to him so a woman with a baby could get in," You tried to defend yourself but Hyunjin was already clear in his mind what was happening behind his back even if it wasn't true. 

"So you just so happened not to tell me you were going out with a male for lunch?"

"I didn't think it was a big deal, you eat with girls at work all of the time and I don't get jealous and accuse you of cheating," You snapped as he stared at you, scoffing at the thought.

"Because I would never-"

"Neither would I," You cut him off before laughing to yourself at the thought of Rylan asking you on a date, 

"What's so funny?" Hyunjin mumbled as he looked at you but you shook your head, 

"It's just Rylan...I'm not really his type." You laughed again but Hyunjin still wasn't laughing, 

"You're more of his type..." As soon as the words left your mouth a blush crept onto Hyunjin's cheeks as he realised what you meant and you smiled. 

"S-So you're not-"

"No, I'm not." You laughed again and this time Hyunjin nervously joined in as you shook your head at him, giving him a kiss as you smiled weakly. 

"You have to trust me," You whispered, locking your hands together as he nodded his head at you.

JISUNG:

Jisung's whole body froze as he stared down into the bin in your bathroom, he felt sick to his core as he saw the three pregnancy sticks poking out from the bin. Neither of you had been together intimately yet so he was going through every emotion in his body at the thought of you sleeping with someone else when you were supposed to be with him.

"Can you find it?" You laughed as Jisung didn't come straight back from the bathroom, he'd headed in there to get you the first aid kit so you could have a plaster for a small papercut but when he didn't respond you giggled and went hunting for him,

"Did you get lost? You practically live in my apartment you couldn't have gotten lost," All the while Jisung's eyes began to fill with tears as he saw the three positive tests sitting there,

"Babe? Everything okay?" You giggled walking into the bathroom and froze in place when you caught what he was looking at but you knew where his mind was going to go if it wasn't already there.

"I can explain-"

"How you have three pregnancy tests in your bin when we haven't had sex and been dating for two months...Go on. Explain that one to me." You knew where his mind was but you couldn't let him believe for one second that they were yours, you'd only bought them but you didn't take them.

"They're not mine," He scoffed as he tried to move past you to get out of your small bathroom but you wouldn't move out of his way not wanting him to believe that it was yours and storm off in the other direction. 

"That's the oldest excuse in the book," He mumbled still attempting to move away from you and ignore you but you grabbed onto his hand pleading with him to stay with you but he was already set in his way. 

"They're not mine! I promise, my friend came around earlier and she took three," You pulled at his hand to try and make him believe you but he wouldn't look at you, 

"Jisung, you know I can't lie to you. You know when I'm lying look at me," You begged but he struggled out of your grasp and began making his way to your apartment door when it opened suddenly and your best friend stormed her way in, 

"I need another one, I don't....It can be wrong three times right!" She cried out as she walked into the bathroom with another pregnancy test in her hand, you stared up at Jisung who was a little shocked. 

"They really aren't yours?" You shook your head as you walked over to him, looking into his eyes and pouting when you saw how much he had been crying. 

"I would never do anything to hurt you Jisung...I'm in love with you and only you," You whispered to him as you stood up on your tip-toes to kiss him, pulling away when you heard the toilet flushing. 

"Go and make a hot drink? I need to calm her down." You whispered to him as you patted his chest softly. 

FELIX:

Rumours were everywhere in the industry and hard to be avoided especially when you were dating someone who was in a popular K-pop band, while you were someone who just introduced acts on Korean variety shows normally you and Felix would do your best to ignore the rumours but lately they'd gotten worse. Branching for a hidden pregnancy to you cheating on Felix with another band member but you knew it was to get attention for the new show the boys were taking part in. Felix had come backstage accusing you of sleeping with Wooyoung when he saw the articles, he wanted you to be honest with him but when you tried he shot you down.

"Don't be an idiot Felix, why would I ever sleep with someone else?" You questioned as you stood backstage at the music core set getting ready to go on stage with Hyunjin but Felix was being paranoid, 

"So I'm an idiot?!" You sighed as you heard him say this, you knew he was angry and just blowing everything out of proportion, that morning there had been an article claiming that you were dating Member Wooyoung from Ateez which couldn't have been further from the truth. The two of you were long term friends and your friendship grew closer since you and Changbin were also close with one another. 

"Lixie, I would never cheat on you. Wooyoung is a friend," You whispered as you tried to kiss his cheek but he moved out of the way so that you would miss, 

"Lix...Do you really think I would go behind your back on something like this?" The look on his face made your heart feel like it was breaking into pieces, he shouldn't have to think about it he should just know you would never even think of cheating on him.

"I've got to go," You mumbled as they began calling your name, you moved away from him and headed onto the stage, putting on the biggest smile you could manage before presenting. 

(X)

The show ended and Felix was still standing in your changing room but you didn't want to fight with him over something that wasn't real and you didn't want to start something now. 

"Look. I haven't cheated on you, the closest I've ever been is when I had a dream I kissed the monopoly man but that's it Lixie...You have to believe me that there is nothing going on between me and Wooyoung." He nodded his head as he got up from the sofa and hugged you tightly in his arms, apologising for believing in the rumours when he should have believed you first.

SEUNGMIN:

"What do you expect me to do!?" Seungmin yelled from across the living room of your shared apartment, he'd walked into the apartment to find you and Jeongin sitting close to one another and acting suspiciously as soon as he came home.

"Trust me! Trust me enough to know I would never cheat on you," You yelled back at him hoping he would see how hurt you were from the accusation but he was past seeing how hurt you were, he could feel his heart breaking at the thought of you sleeping with Jeongin behind his back. 

"I should have seen it coming! You're always so close with one another, laughing and joking about things, having secrets!" You rolled your eyes as he listed things that all friends did with one another but because it was you and Jeongin it obviously meant there was something else going on between you when there clearly wasn't.

"He's a friend Seungmin, you're being ridiculous," You sighed as you looked up at him but he was still shaking his head, thinking of all the signs he should have seen before it got to this point.

"Do you guys sleep together behind my back? Do you sneak around to the dorms to see him when I'm not there?!"

"Enough!" You finally screamed out, throwing your hands up into the air as you stormed away from Seungmin, grabbing the plans you and Jeongin had been working on for months. 

"You want to know what we've been doing?!" You snapped, storming back into the living room and dropping the papers onto the coffee table so he could see everything laid out in front of him, 

"That! We've been planning a surprise birthday party for you," You yelled as you showed him all of the documents of what you had planned, the room you'd booked, the invitations, the guests, everything was there in black and white for him and you saw the look of regret hit his face. 

"So no, I'm not cheating on you with one of your best friends, we were trying to do something nice for you." As soon as the realisation hit him was when he began to apologise for ruining the plans and accusing you of cheating on him, telling you that he would pretend to be as surprised as he could on the day of the party.

JEONGIN:

"It's nothing, you're taking things out of context," You tried to tell your boyfriend as he continued to pace back and forth in your living room, he was red in the face with anger and had been since he'd seen photos of you hugging and kissing another man,

"They saw you! They saw you hug and kiss him!" Jeongin yelled as you stared up at him from your apartment sofa, he'd come to your apartment after you'd dropped your cousin off at the airport. Fans and reporters had seen you kiss your cousin and put two and two together to get five as they began spreading rumours of you sleeping and dating someone else that wasn't Jeongin. 

"Jeongin...Please," You sighed rubbing your temples as your headache was beginning to set in from all the yelling he was doing, Jeongin had no idea who the boy in the photos was but he was upset when he saw the photos of you kissing the guy. His mind instantly clicking to your cheating on him instead of looking at the larger picture when you'd previously told him you were spending the weekend with your cousin, 

"You could have just told me you wanted to see other people! It would have hurt a lot less," The way his voice broke, broke your heart and you rushed to him hugging him tightly as you tried to reassure him that it was nothing. He sat down on the edge of the sofa crying into your arms as you held onto him tightly kissing his cheeks,

"He's my cousin, I kissed his cheek, he hugged me and that is all because he's my cousin." You repeated it over and over again until he finally began to believe you, you knew how hard it must have been with all of the rumours and photos that made it look like something it wasn't so you weren't going to hold it against him, 

"I love you Innie...Nothing happened, I promise." You kissed his lips softly and he kissed you back, apologising for even accusing you of something like that.

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can’t buy me ~ jimmy smith jr.;8 mile

word count: 1577

request?: yes!

@girl-toxxic "reader and Jimmy are in a relationship not long ago but Jimmy was always in love and they both live in the same place, ok but let's say that reader meets a new friend at work (she is a waitress or can be a babysitter for a rich girl) and this new friend has a lot of money and is very interested in reader and the reader get along well and this makes Jimmy insecure, since reader's friend gives him small gifts and helps him a lot. But you can add something that is more interesting as the boy confesses his feelings to the reader and she rejects him since Jimmy is her great love and he tells her how can she go out with that poor devil ... or something else interesting what occurs to you. And that this ends in a lot of love and smut, bah if you feel comfortable🤗💕💕"

description: in which her new friend keeps trying to make advances through gifts, but her heart belongs to one man

pairing: jimmy smith jr. x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

I walked through the door and made a beeline for the kitchen to throw away yet another gift from my not so secret admirer. The last thing I needed was for Jimmy to see what Mark had give me and to get upset about it.

I worked as a waitress at a bar and grill down the road from mine and Jimmy’s house. The hours were only okay, but the tips more than made up for it, especially after our newest regular, Mark, started dining there and specifically asked to have me as his server whenever he was in.

Mark was in his late 30s, handsome, worked a good job that paid good money. He came in one night after he had a particularly hard shift. He sat at the bar, and it was the night I was working it, so I talked him through his rough day. Next thing I knew, he was coming back and asking for me again. We became friendly, but it took me a little too long to realize he wanted to be more than friends.

I turned the corner and yelped as I realized I wasn’t alone. Jimmy was leaning against the counter, almost like he was waiting for me.

“Hey babe,” I said. “I thought you were at the Shelter with Future tonight.”

His eyes flickered to the gift bag in my hand. “He wanted me to come home. We haven’t had a night together in months.”

“Doesn’t help that we both work late night jobs,” I tried to joke. The bag felt heavy in my hand as Jimmy kept looking at it.

“That rick prick buy you more useless shit?” he asked.

“Jimmy,” I sighed.

“Sorry, I forgot it was okay for some rich jackass to buy my girlfriend expensive gifts.”

He wouldn’t meet my eye. He kept glancing around the kitchen, every so often looking down at the bag in my hand. I dropped everything I was holding onto the floor, including that stupid gift, and raced over to hug him.

“Hey,” I said, softly, resting my head on his chest. “Hey, you know there’s nothing to this. It’s just a guy who doesn’t understand I’m not interested.”

“It’s a guy who has money.”

I lighted my head to look at him. “What does that have to do with anything?”

Jimmy shook his head. “Nothing, never mind.”

I pulled away from him. “No, tell me.” When he didn’t speak, I took his chin in my hand and forced him to look at me. “Jimmy, do you think I’d leave you for someone who makes more money?”

“He’d be able to give you what you deserve,” he responded. “A house, a car, expensive gifts - ”

“We have a house,” I cut him off. “You have a car, and I don’t want expensive gifts. I don’t want materialistic things, I want happiness and love, and that’s what I get with you. You really have nothing to worry about in regards to Mark. You’re the one I’ll always want.”

Jimmy sighed and pulled me close. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’ll give you that reassurance any day.”

I leaned up to kiss him. He relaxed into the kiss and I leaned into him more.

When he pulled away, Jimmy turned to look at the forgotten present on the floor. “What did that asshole get you this time anyways?”

I picked up the bag and pulled out the box that was inside. Jimmy opened the box to reveal the gold necklace Mark had given me. The pendant was gold to match, and it was my initial.

“I was gonna chuck it when I got home,” I told him. It’s way too flashy for me, it wouldn’t match anything I own.”

“Don’t throw it out. This is, like, real gold. We can sell it for a good chunk of money.”

I smiled. “I like the way you think, Rabbit.”

~~~~~~

The next day, Jimmy had the night off from the Shelter so he drove me to work. He followed me into the bar and grill with the intentions of sitting at the bar for an hour or two before going home. One of my co-workers spotted us as we walked in and gave me a panicked look. I immediately knew what she was trying to tell me.

I saw Mark sat at the bar before he saw me. I was about to turn to Jimmy to warn him when Mark spotted me and rose from his seat. He had a wide smile on his face, until he saw Jimmy behind me.

“Two nights in a row, Mark?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood. “Those wings and nachos are gonna start getting to you.”

“I went to the gym this morning, so it cancels out,” he responded. “Who’s this with you?”

“This is my boyfriend, Jimmy. I told you about him, remember?”

“Oh yeah, the...rapper,” Mark said. I didn’t miss the way he sneered the word “rapper”, and Jimmy didn’t either.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Mark shrugged. “Nothing. Just stating a fact that (Y/N) told me. Although, rapping at that rundown warehouse probably doesn’t pay as much as a real job would.”

Jimmy stepped towards Mark, but I grabbed his arm to stop him. “Hey, he’s not worth it. Just go home. Thank you for the ride.”

Jimmy glared at Mark before turning to walk away. I breathed a sigh of relief, glad that the situation seemed to defuse easily.

And then Matt spoke again, “Yeah, go back to the trailer park, white trash.”

Jimmy snapped and charged at Mark before I could stop him. He knocked Mark to the ground and reared up to hit him. I quickly grabbed his arm and pulled as hard as I could until Jimmy was off of Mark.

“Get out before security gets called,” I told him.

He got to his feet and walked out the door before anything else could happen. Mark was getting to his feet and adjusting his clothes. I was trying to calm myself down as I regarded him.

“Please leave, Mark.”

“Seriously? Your trailer trash boyfriend attacked me, but you’re kicking me out?”

“You provoked him.”

“I wasn’t saying anything he hasn’t heard before, or anything that wasn’t true.”

“Fuck off!” I snapped, my anger finally bubbling over. “You are fucking insufferable! I’ve told you on multiple occasions that I have a boyfriend, that I’m not interested. Most people would take the fucking hint and move on. The way you’ve been acting, especially tonight, is way out of line. I want you to get the fuck out and if I ever see you here again I will contact the authorities and have you charged for harassment.”

Mark blinked, realized I was being serious, and finally left. He muttered some less than ideal names towards me as he walked out the door. I sighed and buried my head in my hands. I was grateful that there wasn’t many customers in the area as all of this went down.

“Hey.” I looked up at my co-worker, who was now in front of me. “Go check on your man.”

I thanked her and quickly walked out the door. I didn’t expect him to still be outside, so I was surprised to see him stood by his car, almost like he was waiting for me to come out.

“Did I get you in trouble?”

I gave him a small smile and shook my head. “No. If anything, you did me a favor. When it became evident that Mark wasn’t taking no for an answer, all of us wanted to ban him from the place entirely, but we weren’t allowed unless he really caused trouble. I think it’s safe to say starting a fight is more than probable cause to make sure he never comes back.”

Jimmy was nodding and rubbing the back of his head. “I probably could’ve handled that better though.”

“I didn’t expect you to handle it any other way,” I said. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Are you okay?”

Jimmy chuckled slightly. “Cocksucker didn’t even try to hit me. Did you see his face when I tackled him? He looked like he shit himself.”

I giggled. “Yeah, he’s definitely not a fighter. He’s too much like a high school mean girl for someone who works an office job and makes as much money as he does.”

Jimmy wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him, resting his chin on top of my head. “I’m glad you stopped me. I wouldn’t beat the shit out of him if you didn’t.”

“I would’ve liked to see that.”

We both stood in silence for a while. I buried my nose in Jimmy’s sweater, taking in the familiar scent of his cologne. It made a warm feeling swell inside of me, like a safe feeling. It reminded me of how I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than in Jimmy’s arms, or with anyone else besides Jimmy. No amounts of money, or people like Mark could ever change my mind about that.

“I should actually go to work,” I said, reluctantly untangling myself from Jimmy’s arms. “I’ll see you when I get off?”

“Of course, I’ll come pick you up.”

I smiled and kissed his cheek. I started back towards the restaurant, but paused to turn back to Jimmy. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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[babyboibucky]

Birthday Tiara

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You weren’t enjoying your birthday until Bucky comes along.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: SMUUUT, oral (m receiving), p in v penetration, unprotected sex

A/N: This is dedicated to our birthday girl @whoth3hellisbucky 🥰 I’m so happy and flattered that you sent me this request!!! I wrote and finished this piece as soon as I got your request lmao that’s how excited I was. I really hope you’d enjoy this!!! Happy Birthday and have a great one, lovely!!! 😘

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How in the fresh hell did you end up being in someone else’s birthday party during your own birthday? You have no idea in all honesty. Was it fun? Yeah sure, free unli-booze for you and your friends.

Were you having fun though? Not really.

This was supposed to be your day, and initially it was. You’d taken your girl friends out to dinner, did some pre-gaming at a nice bar and then went from one club to another. Everything was peachy and going as planned until one of your friends saw her co-worker who happened to be on her way to another friend’s house for a party.

One thing led to another and now you were here, in a stranger’s house and all by yourself because your so-called friends were too drunk to even remember why all of you were out together in the first place.

“Best birthday ever.” You harrumphed sarcastically as you stepped out into the backyard.

You shivered at the cold wind that welcomed you and wrapped your arms around yourself. Letting out a melancholic sigh, you began to kick at the ground in disappointment at how the night went.

Looking up, you found yourself staring into a pair of ocean blue eyes. You didn’t know whether you had looked at each other at the same time or if he had been watching you ever since.

He was standing a few meters away from you, with two other ladies who were chatting with each other. The man was tall and handsome, you could see that even in the dark. Brunette locks and a five day old stubble, donning a jacket with a wool collar— very, very handsome.

As if his physical appearance wasn’t attention-grabbing enough, he even had a plastic tiara on his head and you have no idea why.

The two of you continued eye fucking each other but neither of you decided to make any move. Despite the guy engaging in a conversation with the girls, his eyes kept going back to yours. You smirked when he winked at you before taking a long sip from his drink.

His eyes were glued onto you even as he brought a blunt up to his lips, taking a quick drag from it before handing it over to the girl in front of him.

And then he made a face at you, his hands gesturing as if he was telling you what the fuck are these girls even talking about?

You chuckled at his face and shook your head. Deciding that maybe, it was time to go home, you waved at the guy and walked away.

“I was asking you to come and rescue me out there, not leave me behind.”

Turning around, you found that the guy was already standing in front of you. Now that he was closer, you realized how tall and well-built he was. Your eyes automatically scanned him, from his wide chest down to his—

“Bucky.” He said, interrupting your thoughts.

“Bucky?” You repeated in question.

He nodded, “That’s my name. And you are?”

You eyed him suspiciously, trying to read his expression but he was just smiling at you and waiting for an introduction. You told him your name and shook his hand before the both of you started walking around aimlessly.

“What brought you here?” Bucky asked, hands inside the pockets of his jeans.

You shrugged, “Beats me. You?”

He mimicked your gesture, “Got dragged by a friend and now I can’t find him.”

You snorted, “Tell me about it. I was out with my friends to celebrate my birthday and now I’m alone.”

Bucky stopped in his tracks and tugged you back, his hand around your arm sending shivers down your spine.

“Hold on, it’s your birthday?” He asked with amusement. “As in today?”

You nodded, “Yup.”

Bucky licked his lips as he stared down at you, “You got a couple hours left to make the most out of it.”

You bit your lip, knowing exactly how you want to make the most out of it. Bucky was an attractive guy, you weren’t going to deny that. And he seemed to be insinuating at something too and honestly, you were up for it.

You were pissed off at your friends for ditching you for someone else’s party. At this point, you’d do anything to turn the tables around and make your birthday memorable at the last minute.

“Have any suggestions on how I can do that?” You asked, looking up at him through your lashes.

Bucky smirked, taking off his tiara and then placing it on your head.

“I’ve some things in mind that I can show you, princess.”

-

Bucky had you pinned against the door of whoever’s bedroom it was that the both of you first stumbled in. His lips were bruising yours as he kissed you fervently, hands wandering all over your body, cupping, squeezing whatever he can.

“Whose room is this?” You panted against Bucky’s lips as you pushed his jacket off his broad shoulders.

Bucky licked your lips and then began kissing his way from your jaw down to your collarbones, “No fuckin’ idea and I don’t care.” He huffed against your skin, tugging at the straps of your dress.

Your hands fumbled with the buttons of his top, almost popping them off with urgency when you felt a hand brush your folds through the thin material of your lace underwear.

“Shit, wet already.” Bucky grunted before grabbing the hem of your panties, pulling it down your legs.

Finally, you managed to completely remove Bucky’s shirt, revealing his more than average body beneath all his clothing.

“Fuck, happy birthday to me.” You moaned before pushing Bucky towards the bed, climbing over him and straddling him.

Bucky groaned when you sat on him, your bare cunt pressed against his clothed erection. He watched you with lust-filled eyes as you reached for the hem of your dress, pulling it off and then throwing it aside. He chuckled when you fixed the tiara on your head, straightening it up.

Bucky’s hand slid from your thighs up to your waist, his rough palms leaving goosebumps in its wake until he reached your breasts. He cupped them before he unclasped your bra behind you, revealing your entire body to him.

He sat up and licked a nipple, eliciting a breathy moan from you as your hips began to grind against the rough material of his jeans.

“Fuck, baby. You messed up my jeans.” He chuckled, noticing the damp spot on his crotch.

You couldn’t care less anymore, you needed Bucky right now. You wanted to feel him against you, inside of you. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system or the sheer disappointment how your birthday went down, but you were desperate to get laid.

Bucky sucked your other nipple, his tongue laving at it playfully as your hands grabbed at his fluffy hair.

You moaned out his name when he pulled away, laying back down but leaving his hands on top of your thighs.

“Come get your present, birthday girl.” He rasped, head tipping towards the impressive tent on his pants.

You practically purred and wasted no time to unzip him, quickly pulling his pants down together with his black boxer briefs. His cock sprang free, slapping against his abs and you salivated at the sight of it— hard, red and weeping.

Taking his shaft in your hand, you bent down and licked a thick stripe from his balls up until the tip, tongue twirling around his crown earning a low groan from him.

“I’m not even sure if it’s still your birthday we’re celebrating or mine.” Bucky quipped breathlessly when you repeated the action.

You took the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking on it and letting your tongue flick against his slit while your hand began to give him slow but firm strokes. Bucky lifted his head up to watch you, hands framing your face before he decided to fix the tiara that was still tangled into your hair.

“Look at you, baby. Lookin’ like a dirty little princess with my cock in her pretty mouth.” He grunted, moving his hips to get more of his cock into your mouth.

You hummed around Bucky’s length, relaxing your jaw as you tried to take all of him. He was too big and girthy but god, he tasted magnificent. Even without touching yourself, you could feel your wetness gush out of your throbbing cunt.

The kind of throb that needed to be addressed as soon as possible.

Bobbing your head, you squeezed Bucky’s balls making his hips thrust upwards before you released him with a lewd pop.

“Wanna fuck you now, princess. Come here.” Bucky said and took your face in his hands when you climbed back up, pulling you down into an urgent kiss.

You whimpered into the kiss when you felt Bucky line his cock into your entrance, pushing his hips upwards until the head was in. Straightening up, you placed your hands on his chest and carefully sunk down on his length.

Both of you moaned in unison when he bottomed out, the heat in your abdomen growing and growing until you felt like your entire body was on fire.

“Go on, princess. I’m all yours, take what you need.” Bucky urged, holding onto your hips and guiding you to grind down on his cock.

The slow, deliberate roll of your hips against Bucky’s turned desperate, with you moaning out his name as you bounced on his erection. You watched Bucky throw his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he growled at the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around his cock.

You grabbed one hand on your hips and brought it up to your breast, letting him fondle it as you rode Bucky. He let the pad of his thumb brush against your nipple before pinching down on it, making you cry out in pleasure.

“Bucky, fuck! I’m close...” you whimpered, legs burning but never stopping as you chased your high.

Bucky wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down to him before rolling over until he was on top. His hips pummeled into you hard and fast, lips attaching onto your own and swallowing your whines.

“Cum for me, princess. Come on.” Bucky growled against your lips.

A certain snap of his hips allowed his cock to hit your sweet spot, sending you into a spiral of pleasure. Your body went rigid as you climaxed, your toes curling and your fingers digging deep into Bucky’s ass as your pussy clenched around him.

Bucky kept on thrusting, his breaths mingling with yours until he too came with a low grunt. You hummed at the feeling of his warm release filling you up.

“Fuck.” Bucky breathed out, his body going limp against yours.

You stayed quiet for a couple of seconds, catching up on your breath before you let out a chirpy chuckle.

“I feel bad for the person who owns this room.” You admitted.

Bucky pressed a gentle kiss on the side of your throat before lifting himself up with his forearms.

“I don’t.” He said before leaning down to kiss your lips.

“Happy birthday, princess.” He greeted again before removing the tiara on your head.

“Like I said, I had a couple of ideas on how you can make the most out of your birthday. We just checked the first one on the list.”

You made a face, unable to believe that Bucky wasn’t done with you yet. Before you could even protest, Bucky beat you to it by flicking his tongue against your clit.

“Lay down and let me show you how a princess should be treated.”

-

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Best Part Of The Day

Summary: Dean comes home to find the reader home from work early but something is off about her and he’s not quite sure what to think of it...

Pairing: Construction worker!Dean x reader

Square: Roommates (Tell Me A Story Bingo) & Jack-hammering (SPN Kink Bingo)

Word Count: 1,300ish

Warnings: mature (language, mentioned past smut, minor injury, angst, fluff)

A/N: Written for @spnkinkbingo​ & @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo. Enjoy!

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You screamed from in the shower when you saw movement out of the side of your eye. A deeper scream followed quickly after, Dean standing there all sweaty and dirty, hair matted down from his hard hat all day. You stared at him from the other side of the glass door, Dean immediately turning around. He squeezed his eyes shut when he could still see you in the mirror and threw his hands over his face.

“I am so sorry. Like so, so sorry. The door wasn’t locked and the shower card wasn’t up and-”

“Dean dude. Relax. It’s not like I’ve never walked in on you naked either,” you said. “We’re adults. It’s fine.” You turned and put your back to him, Dean humming to himself.

“You’re normally not in the shower right now,” he said.

“Yeah well...work sucked,” you said. You heard him shuffle around and the top of the hamper open. 

“Is this mud?” he asked. You looked over your shoulder and saw him holding up your dirty blouse. “I can get this clean.”

“Dean it’s-”

“If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s gets get dirty clothes clean again,” he said. You smiled and nodded. “I’ll take this stuff down to the laundry room and take care of it.”

“Thanks Dean. I owe you one.”

“Dean?” you called from your bedroom as he walked past in a towel after his shower. He stepped back and you sat up on bed in your oversized shirt and underwear. “Can I talk to you about something?”

“Shoot,” he said. He stepped inside and sat on the end of the bed, holding the towel closed over himself.

“If I was late on my half of rent for the month…” you swallowed. He smiled and nodded. “Just a little while. I promise-”

“I got plenty from overtime and double time. I got rent the next few months,” he said. 

“Thank you.” He stared at you, probably hoping you’d tell him what had happened that day, why you who worked in an office was covered head to toe in mud at some point, why you were home showering an hour before you were supposed to be. Instead of asking though, he simply reached a hand out and gave yours a squeeze.

“How about we order way too much takeout and get drunk tonight?” he said. He smiled softly and you swallowed.

“Don’t you have a date with Cassie?”

“Broke up with me three days ago,” he said. You opened your mouth to speak but he shook his head. “I was thinking of ending things myself so it was really no hard feelings. We’re on different paths and all that crap.”

“You okay?” you asked quietly. “You guys seemed good together.”

“She’s moving to Cophenhagen for work. She didn’t want to be tied down. I don’t blame her. She’s you know, becoming an international lawyer and I jack hammer for a living.”

“Dean you’re a construction program manager. You build businesses. You’re building a freaking school right now. You don’t just use a jack hammer for a living.”

“You aren’t just an executive assistant,” he said. You looked down and you swore he moved an inch closer. “What happened today, Y/N?”

“Can we talk about it later?” you asked.

“Later. After our dinner, okay?” he said. You nodded and he moved closer, his bare leg touching yours. “Anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“I know you just showered but would...would you go to the pharmacy and get me a few things if I wrote them down?” you asked.

“Of course. Make up a list for me and I’ll go get dressed. I can order and pick up our takeout on the way back. Sound good?” he asked. You nodded and tucked your knees up. “Y/N. I don’t need to call the police for any reason do I?”

You shook your head and he smiled, leaning over and kissing your temple.

“I’ll be right back. I’ll get you my fuzzy hot dog pants while you write down what you need.”

An hour later you were exiting the bathroom, Dean dishing up a pair of plates for the two of you. He didn’t say a word about the things you’d asked him to pick up but you knew what was churning in the back of his head.

“It was consensual,” you said. “Sex with my boss.”

He looked up and nodded as you sat down at the counter.

“He was...rough. Like going at like the energizer bunny rough.”

“He was jack-hammering,” said Dean.

“Yeah. It’s not very...pleasurable on the receiving end, especially without enough lube. I mean, we were both into it at first. You know we’ve been flirting forever. But after he was just...an ass and he fired me and all he wanted was in my pants and I was stupid and fell for it and on my way out I got splashed by a truck going past and everything down there is sore and that’s way too much  information and I didn’t even notice you and Cassie broke up and-”

“Sh,” said Dean, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a deep hug. “It’s alright. You had a bad day. Promise he didn’t hurt you?”

“No. It wasn’t very fun was all,” you sniffled. “Then he was a dick when I said I didn’t want to sleep with him again.”

“You stood up for yourself. You did everything right today.”

“I slept with my boss.”

“People sleep with their boss all the time. He was always a decent guy when I met him. I’m sorry he just played along until he got what he wanted. You scared me earlier.”

“Sorry,” you said quietly, face buried in his chest.

“Not your fault. I haven’t been exactly honest about the Cassie thing.” You looked up and he smiled. “I haven’t felt...the way you’re supposed to feel in a long time with her. She’s a good friend but we were only ever meant to be friends.”

“Then why’d you stay with her?”

“The girl I liked was into her boss. I thought they were together on the low. I figured it was a crush.”

“Was it?” you asked. He shook his head and you leaned your head up, pecking a light kiss to his lips. “How about now?”

“I guess that answer depends on her. I’m already a sucker. Just need to know what she thinks.”

“I think you’ve been the one good part of my crappy day,” you said. “You’re always the good part of my day.”

“I’m a good friend then. A good roommate.”

“Yes. Kinda hard to tell your roommate you like him when he’s with a lawyer and you’re some assistant that her boss fucks.”

“Don’t talk about yourself like that. You thought it was the start of something more and there’s nothing wrong with it.”

“Why would you want to be with someone like me, that does that?”

“I’ve been the guy who’s young attractive corporate boss tells him things and he believes her and then he gets tossed aside after she’s gotten what she wanted. There’s nothing wrong with you. Nothing.”

“Where do we go from here?” you asked. He held you close and smiled. “Dinner?”

“Dinner. Watch a movie. Tomorrow I will take you to lunch if that’s okay,” he said. “Tonight we can still just be friends.”

“Okay,” you said. You stared at him and he pressed his lips to yours, still but leaving them for a long few seconds. “Or we could start tonight?”

“Tonight’s good,” he said. You smiled and he grinned. “I don’t let just anybody have my favorite pajama pants you know.”

��I know,” you said. “Thanks for taking care of me today Dean.”

“Never have to thank me for that sweetheart. Never.”

_______

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[jeanette-luminia]

𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆―𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

Summary: In a desperate time to escape the others, he went out for the first time without any company when he found a bookstore with an interesting owner inside.

Song recommendation: Ophelia by The Lumineers.

Genre: Fluff, a smidge of Angst.

Pairing: Bucky x F!Reader

Warning: Mention of HYDRA, Minor injury, Soft!Bucky (that needs to be a warning).

n/a: First time writing in 3/4 months. I kinda got lost in my anime phase so I didn't write that much, I've been obsessed with MARVEL again and just having scenarios in my head full of them so I made this! Let me know if you want a part 2, I have plans.

2nd Part.

Tales of Time vibe.

Bucky never felt at home, even if he lives in the compound―He never felt comfortable in the large common room; either it is full of his teammates―where they hang out or watch movies, or when he does get peace in the common’s room, he could hear Steve and Tony’s bickering.

For the past 70 years of living in HYDRA, he never felt peace. For as long as he can remember, the only peace he ever gets is when he was left alone in the cell―yet that doesn’t give him the peace he wants. He wants peace, the kind of peace where he can be free, free from worry, insomnia, anxiety, nightmares, and the person from 70 years ago that HYDRA made. The Winter Soldier.

The last time he felt home was way back, in 1943. Though they were in the middle of World War II, he was able to sense peace with his best friend, Steve Rogers. A scrawny man who never gave up on helping on an ongoing war despite his condition, he never gave up. It’s what Bucky likes about Steve. He’s so persistent and selfless, it’s incredible there is a man like him.

Ever since the incident of HYDRA, he was never the same. He never had that smile he used to wear every day, even to Steve, he never smiled so genuinely. Every time someone tries to touch him, he backs away and turns around, not wanting to hurt them. He was so used to what HYDRA made him he never found the good in other things the world may give him.

At 3 pm on a Friday, he decided to leave the compound to have new scenery and to get away from the bickering and the awkward silence he had to endure. But one problem, he doesn’t know where to go. Sure he can go anywhere, the government pardoned him from his actions, yet somehow, he still feels he’s being stared at as a fugitive or a threat to others. Yet he left the compound.

He's been roaming around the small town of Brooklyn, He notices the big changes for the past 70 years yet there are still some things that were kept over the years. As he walks more, the more he feels slightly… at home.

There weren’t many people in the streets, most of them just glanced at him for a moment then mind their own business, or they were minding their own business listening to music. It was nice. He hasn’t felt like he was constantly being stared at ever since he was out on the ice.

Walking down the streets, a small bookstore caught his eye, looking upon the sign, ‘Tales of Time.’ A small sign was written in calligraphy with white and dark sage green for the background―looking at the front window, it had the logo of the store with vines, then― he sees the a-board in the ground; written in hand, what caught his eye was the store hours. ‘Monday to Saturday. 10 AM - 7 PM.’

He was contemplating if he should enter, yet he went anyway. The sound of the bell gently rang across the store, alerting workers that someone entered. The aura that this place gave was calming, soft music playing in the background. He can feel his once tense shoulder relax a bit, his eyes fall upon the counter where no one was. At first, he thought it was weird but then thought maybe they were putting books back where they were supposed to be.

He saw a ‘Reading corner’ at the corner of his vision, he thought for a moment, Should I read here? He didn’t think much of it and went searching for a book that could maybe interest him, he went inside for a reason. Searching through the bookshelves, he finally found the classics section.

Whilst scrolling through the books, he was endorsed on how many books he recognizes, he didn’t even realize, he zoned out. His eyes landed on the specific book, ‘The Hobbit.’

He remembered that day when it came out, he went to the bookstore and bought a copy of it. He finds himself suppressing a smile just thinking about the fond memory he had. Deciding to buy it, he touched the book to pull it out of the shelf, a delicate hand appeared reaching for the same book―his eyes snapped when he saw that he was reaching for the book with his metal arm.

“Ah! I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were gonna take the book.” A voice rang through his ear, retracting his arm, he finally looked at the owner of the voice, He saw a woman, slightly younger than him. She wore a simple long sleeve turtle neck and high waist jeans, yet someone with this woman did something to him that he couldn’t understand.

He felt warmth, his heart fluttering. A feeling he hasn't felt since his ’40s. A small tint of pink flares on his ear. God, he’s making a fool of myself.

“N-no It's okay.” He stuttered. He felt a little embarrassed that he was acting this way. What the hell is wrong with me? He thought taking a shy glance at the woman's face, her face was ethereal.

“You can take it.” He offered as he gestures for the woman to take the book, but she shook her head once and looked at his Cobalt coloured eyes. “No no, I was simply gonna take it where the other The Hobbit books were.” She stated, he didn’t even know he tensed up. “What’s your name?” She asked as her eyes showed genuine curiosity, he suppressed a chuckle, he thought for a moment―If she found out, would she be scared? But the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to get to know her, such a mysterious woman who had done something to him.

“Bucky, Bucky Barnes.” He introduced himself as he gestured a handshake on his physical hand, for the first time in a few years he's been with Seve or the others, he has a genuine smile plastered on his face. “What about you?”

“Y/N, Y/N L/N.” You reached for his hand, and he swore to God, Your hands were soft and delicate, Like the hands of a Goddess. If he can see his face right now, he probably looks so stupid with the grin plastered around his face and how he probably have heart eyes―he internally slapped himself, Pull yourself together bucky, you just met.

“Well Bucky, If you’d like to buy it, please take it―look around for some books you’d like to read. I’d be organizing somewhere, ring the bell if I’m nowhere to be found.” You said bending down to grab the small box of half-filled books on the ground, the way you say his name makes his heart bounce, God you’re really something. “Do you need help with that?” he asked politely, looking through your features, you seemed tired, has she been working this entire time without a break?

“No no, it’s okay, you keep going on with your day, but thank you for the offer though.” you beamed up but before he could reply, you slowly left the aisle he was in. He didn’t miss the small disappointment he felt though he didn’t understand why. Looking back, you were the first one who ever got to see his smile without even trying to.

In an attempt of wanting to see you again, he grabbed the Hobbit book and swiftly searched for the woman in the store. Being an ex-assassin, he was able to find you without grabbing attention whatsoever. He pretended to search for some books that may interest him, some of the books did grab his attention, he even looked at the back of some books to see what it said. But you grabbed his attention without even trying.

In the corner of his eye, he can see you in a stool trying to get a box out of the shelf but you were a little short, seeing you on your tippy toe trying to make a difference in your height was… let's say adorable for him. But he didn’t miss the way the stool was shaking, looking at the right leg of the stool, he noticed that it was about to break.

Without hesitation, he quickly set his book down on a nearby table and walked behind you. “Hey, be careful you might fall―” “Bucky―” His voice came behind you unexpectedly and you stumbled back putting all your weight on the stool, breaking the right leg.

His eyes widened when he heard the wooden leg break, with his super-soldier serum, he was able to hear it break. He fastens his pace, as you were about to fall on your back, a pair of hands wrapped around your upper hip and you landed on someone’s chest. Your cheeks began to heat up as you looked behind and saw Bucky and your eyes met.

His blue eyes were full of concern, and god forbid the way his eyebrows were furrowed―his eyes were full of concern as he scanned you if you got hurt. Bucky felt a pair of eyes staring at him. At first, he thought it was the people, the people who think of him as a threat or a fugitive, but raising his head to have a good look at your face, he saw you stare at him.

His eyebrows relaxed as his eyes landed on yours. He didn’t feel judgement, nor an outcast, he felt… accepted, he felt like those eyes didn’t hold grudge against him, he felt like he didn’t have to worry about being a threat or a fugitive―he felt like he could be himself. He snapped as he felt you push him away. He frowned, he noticed you blushing when he got a glimpse of your face as you tilt your head down―almost as if you were embarrassed.

“I-I’m sorry, I bothered you or anything you didn’t-” “Are you alright?” He cuts you off, bringing your head up, he smiled, the same smile he has shown you early on. “Are you alright? Does it hurt somewhere?” His gentle voice almost made you cry. You were never used to this type of people, people who were gentle and easy to talk to, people who genuinely care for others even though they haven’t met, you were so used to giving care, love, and everything to others in return, you forgot how nice it feels for someone to do something like that.

You snapped back from reality as quickly as you can, “I am, I’m very sorry for disturbing you.” You didn’t want to look at his eyes, you didn’t know why he just makes things difficult for you to look into his blue ocean eyes. “You didn’t disturb me, I should be the one apologizing. I noticed your stool was about to give up, I should have known that I might startle you, I’m sorry.” he let out a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood as he earned a smile from your face.

“At least let me make it up to you.” you plead as you tried to get closer to him but end up stumbling on your foot as you felt a sharp pain in your ankle, luckily, he was fast enough to catch you. “Hey, what's wrong?” Looking for a nearby chair, he found one around 15 steps away from him. “My ankle suddenly hurts―” A small yelp escaped from your mouth as Bucky lifted you at ease with his arms. I’m supposed to be taking care of them as the owner, not them taking care of me.

He gently sat you in the chair as you kept your head low, “Can I check your ankle?” You merely nod, not trusting your voice. Surprisingly, he was gentle with you, he focused on examining your foot, twisting and turning your right ankle, when he went to your left ankle, you winced. That's pretty bad, you thought as you sensed Bucky's frown.

“I think you twisted your ankle when you landed, sorry” he apologized, a small smile crept up on your face, “I should be the one apologizing for being a hassle.” He was taken back from your words, he looked up as he saw you already staring at him, “The Owner should be helping the customer.” You smiled at him, he swears he could see your eyes sparkled for a moment, with every smile you give him—his heart flutters.

You were like a drug, a drug that intoxicates you into taking more—it’s so addicting. He knew you just met him, but he wonders if he’ll ever see you again. He wonders if he can see your beautiful face again, he wonders if he can hear your voice again. A small smile crept upon his lips.

“Well… At least let me take care of you while you heal.” He offered. In all honesty, he didn’t expect to talk to someone during his walk around Brooklyn. He wonders what would happen if he never went into this bookstore in the first place.

Before you speak up, he puts his thumb on your lips—you paused as he towers over you. Sitting in comfortable silence with a grin plastered on his face whilst your dumbfounded features face him. Fortunately for you two, there weren’t many customers around this time, you somehow thank that you just opened 2 months ago, not many people knew this store.

Bucky realized what he did, his thumb on your lips, towering over you, he became flustered. God, how did this happen? He slowly removed his thumb over your lips, he didn’t see how your lips curved into a smile, “I-I’m sorry I overstepped…” He’s such a mess, he overstepped the person who he wished he wanted to get to know. Before his thoughts got out of hand, a small giggle erupted as he looked at you.

“W-what?” He let out a small chuckle.

“Nothing. It’s really cute when you get flustered.” His cheeks are now painted with a pink hue, She thinks I'm cute? Her words can’t wrap around his brain.

“I can’t say no, can’t I?”

“On what?”

“You taking care of me?’

He suddenly remembers, he asked her if he can take care of her while she heals, he internally smiled at himself. He knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer, he was too stubborn to take no, especially in your current situation. “I won’t allow it.” He set his pumping heart aside and grinned. “Well, I supposed I should close soon, don’t I?” You tried standing up but a large hand stopped you from doing so.

“I’ll do it.”

“Bucky—”

“No, I’ll do it.”

You slumped against the back of the chair, he was so stubborn, you kinda like it about him. You reached for your pockets looking for the key to the store—when you found it, you pulled it out of your pocket and handed it to Bucky with a string of confusion on his face.

“The key of the store, you’re the one who’s gonna lock up, right? Or do you want me to do it?” You teased with a light tone, he fumbled as he took the keys in your hand. “Ah, right.” You helped him close the store. Since you can’t stand up, you only use your voice to guide him, luckily for you, he was able to pick up the instructions you gave him.

Once you’ve fully closed, you put up a sign in the front of the store that said, ‘Close until further notice. We’ll be back!’ Bucky helped you walk across the street where he originally parked his bike, “Sorry for making you walk, I didn’t think I parked my bike further.” “You shouldn’t apologize, you didn’t know this would happen.” You said with a small chuckle, you limped across the sidewalk with Bucky’s arms clinging around your waist.

Whilst walking in silence, bucky stopped, making you stop as well. “Bucky? Are you okay?” you asked, you were confused when he let go of your waist. Before you question what he’s doing, he crouched down in front of you and gestured for you to hop on his back. “Bucky, stand up, it’s fine I can walk a little further.” “You know I’m too stubborn for a no.”

He was right, whatever you say to him, he’ll not take no for an answer, after a few seconds, you finally gave in, you slowly climbed into his back trying to find a comfortable position. Bucky held your thigh as he stood up—it surprised you how he’s carrying you like you were a feather, but you didn’t judge. His physical appearance didn’t go unnoticed when you first saw him, though you didn’t pay any attention to it, you couldn’t help how strong he was.

“Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“Where do you live?”

You saw that he was getting rear where his bike was, you then recited where you live. A decent apartment building around 10 blocks away from the store. You personally picked the apartment to be a little closer to the store with only a 15-minute walk.

He slowly drops you down, carefully setting your injured foot on the ground. He grabbed his keys into his pocket and began starting the bike, “Can you climb on your own?” You snapped at your daze, realizing that Bucky offered the seat behind him. “Y-yeah, of course.”

You slowly climbed up the seat, your chest resting at Bucky’s broad back as you wrapped both of your arms around his waist. With a small nod, Bucky started to drive.

You two sat in silence—comfortable silence. The wind gently gushed your face as your face rested on Bucky’s broad back. He was thankful that you didn’t get to see his burning face, the fact that you are so close to him, the first person to have the closest physical contact with. It didn’t feel real that someone can be this close to him, he still felt like he was dreaming.

“That building.” Your voice pulls him into reality as he saw you point at a building on his left. Soon after, he parked his bike in the bike parking lot in front of the apartment, he helped you get off his bike as you stumbled on your foot, landing on Bucky’s chest.

“My apartment is on the 2nd floor, you can drop me off here.” You wanted to convince yourself that you didn’t want him to drop you off by the door, but they've done so much in your first meeting it's kinda ridiculous. “At least let me drop you off by your door.” He pleads with his eyes. God his eyes are radiating a puppy who wants something, you can’t say no to those eyes.

“Fine, your so stubborn.”

“Thank you.”

You laughed alongside him with his arms wrapped around your waist, you didn’t want this day to end.

Once you’ve reached in front of your door, he waited for you to enter inside. He’s such a gentleman, you thought finally hearing the doorknob clicks. He sees a small portion of your room when you opened it a little. Plants sitting nicely on the window, with a white and cream coloured wallpaper in the background. It suits her.

“Thank you Bucky, you really didn’t have to do this.”

“I told you, I want to.”

His smile made your heart flutter yet it warms your heart. There’s something more to him that really interest you, you suddenly remember the book he placed on the table you were able to get. “Oh! Before I forget.” Bucky watches you search through your bag, he thought you were cute when you perked up like a puppy when you found what you were looking for.

“Here’s the book you wanted, Don’t worry, it’s free.” he could see a small blush creeping up to your skin, “I can’t take it, I have to pay you.”

“No no, take it. You’ve done a lot today and I know this isn’t much but I just wanted to thank you for what you've done.” He was hesitant to take the book, but with one look in your eyes, he can’t help but take it not wanting to disappoint you.

“Thank you, Y/N. Uh- I better head out, someone might be looking for me, I didn’t tell them I was going out.” “Oh! Of course, Bye bucky, see you again soon.” Your smile shot him straight to his heart, it was ethereal. See you again soon, You wanted to see him again, You wanted to see him again, he feels like he's dreaming. “S-see you soon.” He watched you close your door, he heard a small squeal on the opposite of the door, he looked at the book in his hand, The Hobbit.

He flipped some pages when a small piece of paper fell out. Confused, he leaned down to check what was written on it, his eyes widened with the realization that you have put your number on it.

Looking at the time, it was 6:30 PM, it was getting dark, He left the building with a smile on his face.

“Have you guys seen Buck?” Steve asked Sam and Natasha who was sitting in the kitchen leaning at the kitchen counter. “Maybe he’s in his room,” Sam suggested.

“No, he isn’t, I checked.”

“I think I saw him left earlier.” Natasha piped in. “Left?” Steve questioned, but before any of them could say, Natasha saw Bucky emerge in the commons room, “Hey Buck.” Her greet alerted the two men that he’s here.

“Hey.”

“Where were you?”

“Just went out.”

“What’s that book in your hand?”

He looked over his hand where the book was and showed it, “Oh, I went to a bookstore, the owner gave it to me for free for helping her.” The three didn’t miss the small smile he gave just by mentioning the bookstore owner, Sam was interested.

“Was she cute?” Sam teased, Bucky realized that he momentarily mentioned you with a small smile, He’s not gonna let that go.

“Fuck off, Samuel.” Sam laughed after his statement as Bucky migrated to his room. Meanwhile, Steve was happy he found someone to make him happy, but it didn’t cross his mind who was he talking about.

“Let it go, Sam. He’s Lovestruck.” Natasha said with a smile on her face. “Oh come on! I’m interested in who makes his icy heart melt?”

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A Matter of Admiration Alpha Gang Orca x Omega f!Reader

Hello Hello! Here is my very VERY late submission for the SFW portion of Spudcorner's Valentine Blood and Chocolate Collab. This was meant to be a two page drabble. 13 pages later it's a bit more than that. Regardless, I do hope you enjoy!

Sequel/Epilogue Here

Content Warnings- Omegaverse, SFW, Insecurities, Misunderstandings, Pining, Fluff, Lots of food mentioned, Kugo being very down on himself, very minor mention of blood and stitches needed.

“Really? Again?”

The large alpha seemed to shrink under your judgemental glare.

“I am sorry, Y/N. The fight got intense and it slipped off. Someone must have stepped on it.”

You sighed heavily, your gaze turning to the workbench where the shattered remains of your creation sat. This was your seventh attempt at outfitting Gang Orca with a communicator headset. It was dangerous for him to keep fishing for a handheld during the heat of battle. Unfortunately, his lack of outer ear made keeping a headset on him difficult. Shaking your head, you gave a small smile.

“Not your fault, Sakamata. We knew this was going to be tricky. Though at this rate I’m tempted to just glue a headset on you and call it a day.”

Kugo snorted, his posture relaxing. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did. I hate to see your hard work go to waste.”

“It’s not a waste if I learn something from it. This one lasted a couple weeks of normal patrol work, so that’s an improvement. We just need to figure out what was different about this fight. So, sit. Talk.”

Kugo shook his head with an amused huff. He admitted he had been slightly dubious when you had first come to his agency. He’d encountered many hero support workers claiming to specialize in mutation quirks that seemed to be looking for lab rats for their creations. However, you always listened to what he said, and made suggestions that would actually make his job easier. You made sure your support items not only were functional, but comfortable at well. If the few years you had worked for him, he was pleased to say you had become good friends.

“I can’t right now, Y/N. I need to get cleaned up, then complete my report before I forget the details. I’ll come back first thing tomorrow.” You frowned, tapping your foot. Kugo fought to keep a neutral expression. You’d never forgive him if you knew how much he enjoyed your expressions when you were annoyed.

“Alright. Fine. First thing tomorrow. But make sure you get some rest tonight, you’ve been working too hard lately!”

Sakamata waved a hand in answer as he walked out the workshop door. He’d try to follow your request, but a hero’s work is never done.

~~~~~

Gang Orca shuffled through the door to his agency with an aura of gloom about him. In the past five days, he had broken five more communicators, gotten into several serious fights, and had allowed a villain to escape. And that was just his work life. Some of his friends had set him up for a speed dating session. He didn’t blame them for trying, but it ended exactly how he knew it would. Most of the omegas who had been present were scared of him, and those that weren’t were clearly only interested in his pro hero paycheck. Kugo trudged toward his office, his thoughts gloomy. A man with a quirk like his would never have a normal courtship. It hurt sometimes. How nice it would be to come home to a sweet smelling omega. What wouldn’t he give to home filled with pups, and laughter and love? He sighed softly as he swung his door open. Such a life was not meant for him, so no point in even dreaming. On autopilot, he hung his coat on the coat rack, and turned to set his briefcase on his desk. However, the desk was already occupied. Kugo tilted his head as he stared at the object resting on his desk. It appeared to be a large bento box, wrapped in a rather feminine handkerchief, patterned with some sort of flowers. Kugo set his briefcase down on a chair before coming closer to investigate. Gingerly, he untied the knot, setting the cloth aside as he looked at the contents curiously.

First and most obviously, was the strawberry shaped sticky note attached to the top. “You looked like you had been having a rough week. I hope this can make it better!” The writing was… painstakingly cute. The “i”s were dotted with little hearts. Each letter having just a little bit of flourish, while still being legible.

Kugo hummed quietly to himself. Clearly this had been left on his desk by mistake. A bit awkward, considering his name was on the door, but there was no other explanation. He drummed his fingers on the desk as he considered his options. He could take a guess at who the bento was for. There were several popular alpha heroes working for him that got their share of gifts from admirers. The soft omegan scent coming from the handkerchief that had wrapped the bento was a solid clue the gift was likely meant for one of them. But really, there was no way to tell for sure who it was supposed to end up with, and he really didn’t want the hard work to go to waste. Yes. Best thing would be to eat the bento, and place the box in the break room with a note inside the box apologizing.

His course of action decided, Kugo opened the bento, quietly sucking a breath as he saw what was inside. There were sausages cut to look like little octopi. A large slab of teriyaki salmon. Rice balls shaped like teddy bear heads, complete with little seaweed faces. He tried to tamp down his delight at seeing over half of the bento was dedicated to tamagoyaki. While he lived up to his stereotype of loving fish, the egg dish was a secret favorite of his; something his mother had made for him whenever he had a bad day when he was growing up. The second layer of the bento had even more. Rice, vegetables, and surprisingly a small but adorable piece of cake. Kugo put the bento back together with a small smile on his face. Perhaps it wasn’t meant for him, but it had been a long time since he had been able to enjoy something like this- cute and homemade, clearly filled with a great deal of care. He couldn’t quite feel guilty as he looked forward to lunch. He could pretend, just this once, that a sweet smelling omega had put so much care into something for him.

~~~~~~

Later that day, when most of the day team had left, Kugo made his way to the common break room. He carefully cleaned out the bento box in the sink, setting it to the side to dry. He folded the handkerchief it had came in, and placed it next to the box before sighing. He was in the process of scribbling a brief apology note when he heard a cough. He glanced up to see y/n leaning against the doorway.

“You okay, chief? Thought your shift ended an hour ago.”

Kugo nodded as he placed his note on top of the handkerchief. “Yes, just had a few things I needed to wrap up. What about you? I know you were supposed to be done several hours ago now.”

You fidgeted, embarrassed, shrugging your shoulders as you glanced away. “Had an idea for how to improve a few items and, well, you know how I get when I have a project. But what have you got there? You never struck me as the homemade lunch type.”

It was Kugo’s turn to look uncomfortable as he shuffled from foot to foot. “It was left on my desk this morning by mistake. I had no way of knowing who it was actually meant for, and I didn’t want it going to waste, so I ate it.”

You frowned as you walked into the room, opening cupboards and starting to retrieve things to make tea. You held a mug up toward Kugo in a silent question, grabbing a second one when he nodded. You were quiet for a few moments, going through the motions. After a while you asked “How are you so sure it wasn’t for you?”

Kugo snorted, leaning back against the counter and gesturing at himself. “Omegas aren’t exactly lined up around the block. I don’t place high on the ‘heroes that look most like villains’ list every year for no reason. Some unfortunate omega got confused about whose office was whose. It’s a shame I couldn’t give it to whoever it was meant for, it was a beautifully crafted bento.” Kugo doesn’t mention the note. Kugo especially doesn’t mention the note had found its way into his desk drawer to save as a memory of how nice it had been to receive the bento, even if it was an accident.

You laughed, passing him a steaming cup of tea, made just how he liked. “Sakamata, don’t talk down about yourself like that. You’re big, strong, and prime alpha material. You’re one of the top heroes! And even more importantly, you’re a gentle kind man that any omega would be lucky to have. I’d bet good money that that bento absolutely was made just for you.”

“A nice thought, but I doubt it. You’ll see. In a few days I bet a bento will make its way to who it was meant for.”

~~~~~~

Kugo stood stock still in the doorway to his office. Sitting on his desk was another cloth wrapped package. Once was a mistake, clearly. But two days in a row? Why on Earth was there another bento on his desk? He approached the desk and slide the bento to him. He untied the scented fabric with care. A cat shaped note greeted him.

“I’m sorry if it wasn’t clear before, Sakamata. I wanted to make this for you because I admire you so much. I’m not always great at saying my feelings, so I hope my cooking says enough.”

This was… for him. The bentos… were for him? He sat in his chair, leaning his head against his hands as he regarded the innocent looking lunch. If it wasn’t a mistake, then what could it be? Probably a fortune hunting omega trying to get in his good graces, if he went off his past experience. Though usually those types of omegas were more likely to offer favors of a different sort. Kugo winced as another thought occurred to him. There was a good chance this omega pitied him. Ugly, intimidating, unmatable. Someone had seen him and decided he needed looking after because clearly he’d never get someone on his own. Yes. That had to be it. He should leave the bento in the break room and end this farce as soon as possible.

His mind made up, Kugo picked up the bundle to do exactly that. The subtle smell of the contents hit his sensitive nose, causing him to salivate. Tempura? Definitely egg. Well, it would be a shame to not even look inside to make sure.

Clearly just as much care had gone into this one as the last one. The rice balls were shaped like little cat heads, to match the note. An assortment of tempura seemed to be the main dish, cute cat shaped food picks stuck in some of them. There were even paw print shaped gummy candies for the dessert. Every inch of the lunch was absolutely adorable. And it was all done for him. There was no way Kugo could let it go to waste. It hurt to know it was a gift given out of pity, but maybe, just for a while, he could pretend there was someone out there who loved him like this. The omega would grow tired of this eventually. Until then, he’d let himself enjoy this.

~~~~~

It was surprising how easily this had become routine. Every day when Kugo walked into his office, there was a new bento waiting for him. And every day he’d unwrap the bento, indulging a brief moment in the cutely patterned handkerchiefs. Every bento was unique and cute. They seemed to show a good understanding of his tastes and preferences. It was a pleasant break on the quiet days and a welcome comfort on the rough days. Each day there was a sweet written note that Kugo gently stored in his desk drawer. It was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

~~~~~~~

Kugo hated attending charity events. It wasn’t the charities, he always supported good causes. It wasn’t the dressing up, or the fancy atmosphere. It was the people. While a few of his friends were around somewhere, there were many many others who didn’t know him well. Others who were intimidated by his appearance. Others who apparently had no idea just how sharp his hearing was.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe Gang Orca is here.”

“I know! Well, I suppose he is a hero. Allegedly, anyway.”

“Did he come with anyone?”

“Of course not. I mean ew. Look at him. Can you imagine cosying up to that at the end of the day?”

“I know! And those teeth! If he tried to bond someone, he’d take their head clean off!”

“As if anyone would want to bond with that.”

“I don’t know. He’s in the top ten pretty often. He has to be loaded, right?”

“Would have to be a lot for me to even consider it.”

“It could be all the money and I still wouldn’t!”

“Oh don’t say that! Poor bastard can’t help he’s unmatable.”

Kugo walked away from the refreshment table as he tried to tune out the unkind comments and mocking laughter. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard before. He knew full well what he looked like. He had had enough failed courting attempts to know exactly what omegas thought of him. But it still stung. Stung more than usual, actually. The daily bentos with their scented cloths and cute little notes had almost made him forget. The only omegas who were interested either pitied him, or wanted his money. He could never forget that.

~~~~~

What he could forget, apparently, was that the number two pro hero was scheduled to be at his office the morning after the charity gala. Kugo stifled a sigh when he saw the red winged hero waiting outside his agency’s door. Of course he’d have to deal with this on a day when he wasn’t in the best of moods. “Orca! My man, good to see you again!”

Kugo nodded as he held the door open. “Hawks.”

“Didn’t get a chance to talk to you at the party last night. You know how it is. Go to one of those things when you're single, and you get swarmed.”

Kugo gave a non committal grunt. No, he didn’t know. He just wanted this morning to be over with. He perked up slightly as he saw you hurrying down the hallway toward them. Hawks gave a low whistle. “Who's the babe?” Kugo half growled. “That is Miss Y/N. The support item engineer you allegedly came here to see. You will be respectful and refrain from flirting with my staff.”

Keigo held up his hands and laughed. “Hey now big guy, don’t mean any offense. Just saying you’re lucky to get to work with that every day.”

Kugo jerked his head in an abbreviated nod. You slowed down your quick walk as you got closer, not wanting to interrupt the heroes’s conversation. Kugo waved you closer. You smiled at him so brightly as you joined the group. Yes. He was lucky to work with a friend such as you. Kugo’s nerves started to cool a bit as he introduced you and the three of you began to make your way to his office. Hawk’s casual questions were more inquisitive than flirty, and Kugo knew from long experience just how much you enjoyed being able to talk in depth about your work. He was smiling by the time he opened the door to his office, ushering the two or you in. Hawk’s next words hit him like a bucket of cold water to the face.

“Dang! Either you got one hell of a cafeteria service at this agency, or Gang Orca has himself quite an admirer. Delivered right to your desk, pretty bold, man! That’s exactly why I keep my door locked. There’s only so much lunch a man can eat, am I right?”

The bento. He had forgotten about the stupid bento. There it sat, as always. The handkerchief was especially cute today, some sort of pattern with teddy bears hugging and kissing. Any other day, the sight would have calmed him. Any other day he would have sat down and quickly poked through to see what surprises lay inside that day, would have read the note meant just for him with a smile.

But today was different. Others were in his office. The number two hero, handsome and popular. His support engineer, pretty enough to probably have plenty of suitors of her own. And then there was him. Large. Scary. Consistently told he looks like a villain. Has never had a relationship that wasn’t pitying or profiteering. Kugo remembered the whispered remarks from the party. Usually he’d be able to brush off Hawks’s commentary. But today…

Kugo snarled, his scent agitated as he swept his arm across the desk, knocking the bento roughly into the trash. “They are a nuisance that need to cease! I’m so tired of some desperate piting omega shoving their unwanted, unneeded efforts at me! Enough is enough!” At the end his voice was raised to a shout. He was dimly aware of his nails digging deeply into his palms. Kugo leaned on the desk, breathing deeply as he tried to calm himself. He could hear the others shuffling behind him awkwardly.

“Come on,” You murmured and lightly tugged on Keigo’s sleeve. “How about I show you my lab and take some measurements before we get started.”

“Yeah. Um. Yeah.” Keigo allowed you to lead him away. You softly closed the door behind you. Kugo remained, hunched and breathing raggedly. It took him several minutes to calm down. It took him a few minutes beyond that to gather the nerve to make the trek down to the support lab. He slipped into the room as inconspicously as a man with his fram could manage. You were taking measurements off of Keigo and muttering to yourself as you tapped out notes on your tablet. Keigo noticed Kugo’s entrance and greeted him cautiously. “You good?” Kugo nodded. “I… apologize. It’s been a rather trying week, but I should have composed myself better.”

Keigo waved him off. “No worries, man, no worries. Y/n was just telling me she thinks that she’ll be able to rig up something for me that would help slow my fall in situations where my wings get damaged.”

You hummed an affirmative, taking a few more measurements before you started describing your process. Kugo couldn’t help but notice you didn’t look his way. You looked at the ground, at your tablet, at Keigo, but you were clearly avoiding Kugo’s gaze. He mentally winced as he settled onto an out of the way stool. It was rare for him to have that kind of emotional outburst. It probably could be heard even from outside his office. He’d make sure to apologize to you better when he got the chance. But for now, it was looking like it would be a long, awkward day. Goodie.

~~~~~

Kugo growled under his breath the next morning when he saw the cloth wrapped bundle sitting on his desk. Yesterday’s embarrassment was still fresh in his mind as he stalked forward. His thick fingers quickly untied the surprisingly unpatterned piece of fabric. There, under the cloth, on top of the box, was a note as there always was. Kugo’s anger was cooled by confusion when he saw it, however. The paper was a plain yellow post-it note. Instead of the painstakingly cute handwriting with the heart dotted “i’s, there was a clearly hasty scrawl.

“I’m sorry. I never meant to annoy you. This will be the last one.”

Kugo frowned, shifting in his seat. Clearly the bento maker had heard about his outburst from yesterday. That was… unfortunate. But perhaps for the best, since he had no way of directly telling them to cease their nonsense. Unconsciously, his hand balled up the handkerchief and as he had been doing for a while, he scented it.

The cloth had a slight smell of salt to it. Tears, Kugo realized uncomfortably. The smell of tears slightly diluted the normal soothing smell of whoever had carefully packaged these bentos. He had little appetite as he looked over what was there. Tempura. Salmon. Vegetables. A large portion of tamagoyaki. But the part that caused an uncomfortable weight to settle in his chest was the little red box, filled with slightly clumsy, clearly homemade chocolates. Kugo closed his eyes, sighing as he set the box to the side to wait for lunch. This was good. This was what he wanted, to be left alone instead of some kind hearted omega taking pity on him. He had lived a long time without homemade bentos and little notes. He certainly didn’t want the small offering of chocolates. When lunchtime came, he certainly didn’t linger over the food longer than usual, savoring each bite. He tried to tell himself that this was for the best. That this was what he wanted. He refused to think about why he tucked the handkerchief and the box of chocolates into his desk drawer instead of leaving them in the break room as usual.

The next day as Kugo opened his office door, he looked toward his desk out of habit; searching for the lunch that had been left. His chest gave an uncomfortable lurch when he found the desk was bare. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it. This was fine. This was what he wanted. The sooner he forgot about all this nonsense, the sooner things would return to normal. He settled into his chair and began sifting through the paperwork he had to deal with. No better way to take his mind off his troubling thoughts and distract the whine of his inner alpha. He was certain. Things would be back to normal soon.

Two weeks later, Kugo listlessly picked at the limp lettuce of the poor excuse of a salad that he had picked up at a convenience store. He sighed, putting the lid back on the barely touched meal resolving to throw it away when he next passed a garbage can. He didn’t like to admit it, but he missed the carefully planned meals. Wondering what cute surprise was going to be next. It was nice that someone thought he might enjoy seeing animal shaped onigiri and cheesecake flavored kit kats. His alpha whimpered when he thought about the contented omega scent that gently perfumed every handkerchief, except the last. But just as the note had said, he had received nothing since that last bento. His thoughts remained gloomy as he entered the agency, quickly making his way into his office, locking the door behind him. He knew better than to hope as he looked towards his desk. Bare, once again. Sighing heavily, he slumped into his chair. He gently pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk. Carefully nestled into it was the cleaned, empty bento box from the last meal, the small box of dwindling homemade chocolates, and that last precious handkerchief.

Kugo carefully removed the handkerchief. He brought the cloth to his nose, inhaling deeply. Stabbing pain shot through him as he realized the scent was barely there anymore. The faint scent of tears almost completely overpowering the last lingering trace of distressed omega. His hands clutched the fabric tightly, squeezing until he realized the stress he was putting on the fabric. He quickly placed it on the desk and tried in vain to smooth out the wrinkles. After a minute of fussing, he gently refolded it and placed it back in the drawer. Kugo stared at the contents, unblinking before slowly sliding the drawer closed. It was almost gone. Everything was almost gone. And he didn’t know how to get it back.

With a low growl, Kugo pushed himself up. Today was a rare day where he hoped for trouble on his patrol. A fight would certainly take his mind off things, and just maybe calm the whining alpha that echoed throughout his entire being.

~~~~

He really needed to be careful what he wished for. Kugo winced as he limped toward the support lab. He had gotten a fight alright. He had gotten three fights, a twisted ankle, and a once again smashed communication headset. It wasn’t his fault that he had gotten thrown backwards into a rather solid concrete wall. Y/N was going to kill him.

Kugo pushed the lab door open, stepping inside. His forehead creased in worry. The lab felt off. Wrong in a way he couldn’t immediately place a finger finger on. Well, he’d have to think about it later, he decided as he made his way to where you were sitting. You were at your workbench, tapping your pen on the table and staring at nothing when he settled down on the stool next to you. You glanced over as Kugo sat down, did a double take and let out a small noise of surprise.

“Sakamata! What happened to you?”

The large man shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. “The usual. Villain didn’t behave exactly how I thought, and I paid for not being vigilant enough. Nothing too bad. Twisted ankle and roughed up a little. Unfortunately though…”

Sheepishly as a scolded schoolboy, Kugo pulled the shattered remains of his latest communicator out of his pocket and placed them on the workbench.

“Kugo!”

He couldn’t help but smile. He loved the times when you got worked up enough to call him by his first name. He watched as you gingerly sifted through the sad shattered remains.

“What did you do, hit it with a rock?!”

“Concrete wall, actually.”

You stilled before turning to look at Kugo, sharp and suspicious. “And I assume you were wearing it at the time?”

Kugo had the decency to look embarrassed as he nodded. Suddenly he was being fussed over, gentle hands touching his face and turning his head this way and that. An exclamation and curse left you when you found a large, sluggishly bleeding gash on the back of Kugo’s head.

“You! You Alpha!” You huffed as you started digging through the pockets of your lab coat. Kugo got a brief glimpse of colored fabric before the handkerchief was softly dabbing at his wound. Kugo hissed, only half listening as the scolding continued about how knot headed alphas needed to learn to go to the medical ward first before worrying about stupid replacable tech. He was brought back to the present when a hand, so much smaller than his own, grabbed his hand. You easily maneuvered him so that Kugo was now firmly holding the handkerchief over the cut. You hummed, satisfied for now.

“Now Sakamata, please hold that there until you can get medical to look at it. Doubt a hard headed man like you has a concussion, but might need stitches. I’m not exactly an expert. Don’t worry about the headset. I should be able to get a new one to you before my replacement takes over. And if not, I’ll be leaving some blueprints behind anyway.”

What?

“Replacement?”

You stilled, looking away from him. “Yeah. Yeah, sorry. I just… I never found the right time to tell you.” You fidgeted, rubbing your thumb over your knuckles. “I’m going to be going to America soon. I’ve gotten a good offer to work with a few heroes over there that need someone specialized in mutation supports. It would do a lot to boost my career…”

Kugo reached out, grabbing your hand, and stopping your nervous motions. He tried to find words in his stalling brain. “This is really sudden, Y/N.”

“Yeah. Sorry.” You wouldn’t meet his gaze.

He gently shook his head, giving your hand a squeeze. “Not scolding you. Just, is everything alright? Is something going on?”

You pulled away, digging your hands into your hair with a sigh. “You know me too well.”

Kugo gave half a smile. “I would hope so. I like to think we’re friends. Is there anything I can do? Are you in trouble in some way?”

You shook your head. “No. No, nothing like that. It’s kind of embarrassing. Just… A courtship that really didn’t turn out well. And I just… I could really use some time away to get my head back on straight. Eagle Pride’s office has mentioned wanting me to go over and collaborate with them for a while, and what better time than now?” Your laugh sounded bitter.

Kugo sat silent and stunned. He hadn’t known you were courting. Being courted? Honestly, he wasn’t even sure of your dynamic. If you weren’t beta, then you certainly hid your scent well. He cleared his throat before speaking hesitantly.

“I certainly won’t stop you if you truly wish to go. It is an excellent opportunity. Might be a step in having your own support company if you wish. And if not, you’re always welcome here, Y/n. You must know that.”

You give a small smile, finally looking him in the eye. His chest tightened when he saw tears there. “I know, Kugo. You’ve been nothing but kind to me. You’re a good friend for putting up with me.”

“There’s no putting up with. I enjoy your company, always.” Kugo reached out slowly, but you turned away and wiped your eyes with your sleeve. He frowned, placing his hand back in his lap. “And you sure you’re alright, Y/N? No one is threatening you, are they? Someone unsafe taken an interest in you?”

You snorted, “Nothing like that. And people think I’m the dramatic one. No. I just got rejected is all. I miscalculated. Thought they were interested, but they made it very clear they aren’t.”

“Then they’re an idiot.” The words escaped Kugo before he even realized what he was going to say. But it was true, he was sure. You were beautiful, kind, smart. Anyone would be beyond lucky to hold your interest. On the rare days he allowed himself to dream, he often thought he’d love to have someone like you as a mate. Someone who knew him well and cared for him as much as he cared for them. He felt pains in his chest and his eyes widened as realization hit him in the face like a wet mackerel. Oh. He was jealous. He was jealous of whoever it was that y/n had tried to court. And he was angry. Furious that some fool had rejected her. Hurt her. But he was glad she was still here. Yet she was going to leave. Going to leave him here alone. His thoughts swirled and tumbled, and he swayed slightly in his seat. And hand on his shoulder stilled him and he looked up into your concerned eyes.

“Hey, you’re not looking too good. You really should get to medical. Do you need me to help you?”

“No. No. I can make it down a few hallways, thank you though.”

Kugo stood, and tried to give back the cloth he had been pressing to his head. You pushed it back, gently scolding him. “I said leave it there until someone can look at it. If you insist on returning a silly old rag, you can wash it and give it back later.”

Kugo nodded and mumbled out a goodbye. He had a lot to think about as he slowly made his way to medical. So. He liked you. The more he thought about it, the clearer it seemed to him. He’d liked you for a while. Things were always easy with you. But now, you’re leaving. He couldn’t stop you, and wouldn’t even if he could. You clearly felt like you needed to go.

He was still ruminating on his thoughts as the doctor ushered him to a bed. He was poked and prodded. Kugo managed to mumble out what must have been coherent answers. In the end, he did end up needing a few stitches. And just like that, he found himself fixed up and back in his office. He snorted a laugh at the absurdity. How can a day like this somehow manage to be just another day? Kugo sat in his chair and twisted the cloth in his hands absently. He brought it to his nose and sniffed out of habit. Oh course, the scent of his own blood was the most dominant. But underneath that was the usual calming scent of omega. His shoulders relaxed as the tension ran out of him. He pulled that cloth away, idly looking at the pattern. It was cute. Floral. Reminded him of the cloth that the first bento had been…

Wait.

Wait.

He hastily brought the handkerchief to his nose again. There was no mistaking it. He knew that smell. He had missed that smell for weeks. It was faint. But it absolutely was there. Omega, soft and sweet. Not any omega. His omega. His bento maker. His y/n.

Y/n.

Y/n who had seen him toss her courting gift in the trash, who thought he had completely rejected her, and who was moving to America.

Kugo was on his feet in an instant. He’d never made the trip to the support lab that quickly before. You jumped when the door flew open, hitting so harshly that the doorknob dented the wall.

“Sakamata! What?”

He dropped to his knees before you, arms wrapped tight around your waist and his head pressing against your stomach.

“Kugo?” You asked softly, hesitantly stroking along his fin. “Kugo, what’s wrong?”

“You’re the best thing life has ever given me. Please don’t leave. Please.”

You made a soft, wounded sound. You kneeled slowly, and took his face in your hands. Kugo leaned into your touch like a man who had been starved of affection his whole life. You stroked your thumbs over his cheeks.

“Kugo, I’m going to need you to speak plainly, so I’m sure I don’t misunderstand. What’s going on?”

His large hands came up, taking both your hands in his.

“I’m an idiot.”

You snorted and tilted your head, confused. He met your gaze as he continued.

“I’m an idiot and I love you.”

You inhaled sharply, looking at him in disbelief. He pulled the crumpled, bloodstained handkerchief from his pocket.

“I’m an idiot because I love you and yet I never even noticed that you loved me too. You showed me every day. You knew I like eggs just as much as fish. You cared enough to make them cute. You gave me extra sweets on days when I was working a double shift. I loved every bento you made me. I have every note saved. And I might be an idiot, but I’d be an even bigger idiot if I let you go without saying something. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, and I love you and please don’t go.”

“Kugo.” You smiled sadly. “I’m sorry. I already promised I’d go.”

Kugo inhaled a shaky breath, his eyes lowering to the floor.

“But,” you used your hands to lift his chin. His gaze snapped back to yours. “It’s just for six months. Six months, and then I’ll be right back here. With you.”

“With me?”

“Mmhmm.” You gave his nose a quick peck. “Always. You’re the best man I know. I don’t think there’s anyone else in the world for me.”

Kugo groaned and pulled you close, burying his face in your neck. From here, although it was very faint, he could smell your soothing scent. “You can’t say things like that and then tell me I can’t have you here for six months!”

You chuckled as you hugged him close. “Well, we have two weeks before I leave. We have a little time. And once I’m back? We’ll have all the time in the world.”

“Even that won’t be enough time to spend with you.”

“Dork.”

He hummed his agreement. “But it’s true. Eternity would be enough time to spend with you.” Before you could protest, he pulled you in for a gentle, but determined kiss.

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[red-writes]

Career oriented 

Escort! Bakugou x Reader

Your entire life you've been focused solely on your career, you've sacrificed a lot      of things, people and time to get where you are and it’s paid off, now you're a millionaire who is also a virgin and never had a boyfriend in their life. Your friend recommends you a male escort service. At first you hire him to go on dates and do other things couples do but the relationship develops far beyond what you could've imagined, now you're laying under him begging him to be your first. 

cw: smut, fluff, unprotected sex, reader is a capitalist lmao, I mean reader is a virgin but its not rlly virginity loss bc its not focused around that but reader does lose her virginity, unedited (but what's new)

a/n: I mean we always hear abt sugar daddies, I need rich reader pls also- monoma is a rich bitch y'all can't fight me on this he got that rich bitch mentality.

The words ‘hard worker’ were understatements when it came to describing you. Pretty much all of your life was spent working, growing your small business with your own two hands. Now money was never an issue. A huge house with several bathrooms, fancy bags and cars, all the things you've ever wanted were now in your possession except maybe one thing. Seeing happy couples holding hands as they walked around in the park, kissing and calling each other pet names, seeing them stirred a feeling of longing inside of you. 

While it’s true that now you'd never want for anything else in your life, you still wanted something money couldn't buy you, love.

 A small tap to your shoulder brought you out of your daze.

“Your eggs are going to get cold..” Todoroki mentioned and you gave him a small smile before prodding your fork in the perfectly scrambled egg. 

“Hey, don't tell me you're thinking about that shareholders meeting this week” Monoma groans and you shake your head.

“Then what is it?” Momo wondered as she wiped her mouth with her napkin. 

“It’s just- you guys all have someone you know romantically” you say as you rest your fork on the plate, deciding that you weren't really in the mood to eat anymore. 

Monoma scoffs, “Yeah barely...I almost broke up with shinso after that last stunt he pulled in the club” 

Momo giggles, “You're still with him?” 

His face dusts pink in embarrassment as he looks away, “A-anyway, why don't you try getting an escort” Monoma recommends and it was your turn for your face to warm. 

“An e-escort?! You do realize who we are right? If someone in here were to hear us talk about such a thing..” Momo whisper-yells and Todoroki’s eyebrow quirks up

“We all know I met Izuku through a sugar daddy website though-”

You clear your throat, “I’m not necessarily looking for you know..sex...just maybe someone to spend time with Monoma” You clarify and he's rummaging through his pockets to find his phone, he fiddles with it before showing you what the site looks like.

“Duh, escorts just get paid for their time not necessarily sex, I’ll send you the link to the website” He tells you and you sigh thoughtfully, if that was really the case then it wouldn't be so wrong to hire some cute eye candy right? 

Momo waves over the waiter, “We’ll have the check please”

“Certainly ma'am” 

+

You sat at your office’s desk with the website pulled up. You'd triple checked to make sure your door was locked, you still had a reputation to uphold as the CEO of your company, you'd be traumatized if one of your employees saw you hiring an escort. 

You scrolled through the many many options of guys. Each profile consisted of a headshot of the escort along with a bio that consisted of maybe a paragraph and . You really couldn't find anyone that suited your tastes personally, until your mouse hovered over a blonde guy. 

His bio was notably shorter than everyone else’s and in his picture he looked mean, eyebrows furrowed and red eyes staring menacingly at you and yet you found yourself clicking the ‘hire!’ button next to his name. Even though he looked like his favorite hobby was stealing candy from a baby, but his looks (as shallow as that may seem) were really speaking to you and the you between your legs if you were honest.

Bakugou Katsuki huh..well he seemed worth a try. 

+

You had been through countless scenarios were you were rightfully terrified. 

Being on a date had to be the scariest out of all of them.

Bakugou was sitting in front of you, he stirred his straw around in his coffee and looked at you while you struggled to contain the rabid beating of your heart in your chest. 

“S-So..What- um..-”

“Just relax” He interrupts, his voice sounded so nice, deep and smooth like a rich dark chocolate. It only manages to make you more nervous. 

“I’m sorry- I haven't actually done this before” you confess with a nervous chuckle, hands gripping your tea cup brutally. 

He gives you this half smile and you're unsure of wether he's actually human or a demi-god at this point. “I can tell, but don't worry there's no reason to be” 

You feel slightly comforted by his words and feel yourself let loose a little, “Okay, Bakugou, what do you like to do?” you ask.

“I like going to the gym” he shrugs, “I’m not really Interesting, I’m more curious about you” he says, he places his elbow on the table and rests his chin in the palm of his hand and leans in to you. His skin is so clear- not a blemish in sight and his eyes are practically burning a hole into your soul.

“M-me? I do nothing too important..I like to sew” you respond, taking a sip of your jasmine tea. You didn't necessarily want to tell him about who you were or what you did just yet, money and status only complicate things. For now, you just wanted to be a normal young woman going out on a date. 

“Come on, don't be shy, I know there's more to you than sewing” He says, removing the straw from his coffee and placing it on a neighboring napkin. 

You bite into your bottom lip, “Well, I honestly don't do much besides work, it’s taken up so much time in my life I can't say I do much else” you admit and Bakugou hums thoughtfully. He doesn't respond for a bit, the sounds of the coffee shop fill the silence instead. 

“Okay, I have an idea” 

You cock your head to the side curiously.

“Let’s ditch the formalities and go have some real fun, I think its about time you lived your life” he proposes and your mouth hands open. Was he serious? He looked it. You couldn't help the giddy feeling that bubbled up within you, a feeling you hadn't felt in a long time, excitement. It made you feel young again. 

“What do you say?”

“Alright!” 

+

The two of you spent all day together, visiting various hidden places around the city, you did shopping and even some sightseeing. For the first time in a while you felt alive, like you were actually a person and not just a unfeeling robot who simply lived to work. 

Your last stop was a park. With a large lake in the center Bakugou suggested you guys feed the birds before heading home. With a handful of birdseed you gently sprinkled some into the water and watched the geese gobble it up.

“When I was five, I had a huge fear of geese..” Bakugou admits and you're chuckling.

“No way, really?” you turned to face him and when you do he’s already looking at you, smiling fondly, eyes filled with an emotion that you really couldn't seem to put your finger on.

“What? Do I have something on my face that you're not telling me about?” You pout and he shakes his head before turning his attention back to the birds as he sprinkles more of the food into the lake. 

“No, just realized somethin’” 

The sun’s beginning to set now, the sky is illuminated by hues of orange and pink. You nudge him with your arm, “Realized what?” 

He turns back to face you, there's an adoring look on his face. 

“You look pretty when you're having fun” 

A look of surprise crosses your features before your ears burn in embarrassment at the sudden compliment, the butterflies in your stomach flutter around more and more the longer you two stare at each other. 

“Thanks” You mumble before looking down at your palm full of birdseed. 

+

Dates with Bakugou become more and more frequent after that. The two of you often meeting up more than you meet up with your regular friends. Bakugou doesn't even charge you anymore, even though you've tried to tell him it was fine he still insisted otherwise. The two of you even exchanged numbers and spoke quite often on the phone. Texts like,

‘this song reminded me of you’ and ‘don't work too hard, idiot’ were often exchanged. 

After maybe a month of this happening you realized that the warm feeling you got in your chest whenever Bakugou brushed your hair into place or stopped to tie your shoe for you or even when he texted you good morning wasn't because you appreciated him being a good friend, you liked him. It took a month to finally decipher your feelings for him but once you did..what the heck were you supposed to do now?

Never once in your life had you confessed to someone let alone dated them, what would happen to your friendship with Bakugou if things didn't work out? You didn't want to stop being friends with him, you loved being with him, he was the reason you finally started taking breaks and learned to relax. 

You had a ton of questions to answer for yourself but you couldn't do it right now, you had a date with Bakugou. He told you to dress up and you weren't sure where you were going but you trusted him to take you somewhere you'd enjoy. Around 8pm like promised, he was there to pick you up. His car was fairly nice, you assumed his high pay rates were being used for something but now you know what. He was wearing a black three piece suit, it was crisp and you could clearly tell it was expensive, his hair was slicked back and he had a single diamond stud in his left ear. He looked damn good. It was making you a little nervous about how fancy this place actually was. 

The drive to dinner was unusually quiet. Bakugou typically did most of the conversations with you seeing as you were mostly an awkward sausage but tonight was different, he had a stern look on his face and you felt a little worried. Bakugou noticed your nervous look in the rearview mirror and without skipping a beat placed his hand gently upon your thigh and gave it a small squeeze, this thumb moved back and forth in a soothing manner. All without taking his eyes off the road. 

You felt a shiver run up your spine and you bit your lip from potentially making any noise, you turned your head to face the window to prevent him from seeing the look on your face. 

+

Bakugou was right about the restaurant being fancy. The place was full of people you could recognize, everyone from business moguls to celebrities, it was almost a little intimidating but you knew probably how tough it was for Bakugou to even get a table reserved at this place so you decided to instead choke down any kindlings of anxiety and replace it with a gratefulness for his hard work.

You swirled the champagne around in your glass while Bakugou took a bite out of his steak, the atmosphere between you two was a little awkward and it hadn't been like this since the two of you met it was a little alarming. 

“Is something wrong..?” you ask after gently resting the glass back on the table, he wipes his mouth with his napkin and sighs.

“I’m sorry that- I seem so weird tonight” he apologizes and you shake your head.

“No no don't worry about it, I’m just worried something bad happened” you tell him, you lean forward and place your hand on his. His fingers lace themselves with yours and for a moment it feels like its just the two of you in the restaurant together. 

“Nothing bad, actually something good” he explains and you're giving him a small smile

“Something good?” you question and he leans in even closer to you.

“I mean, ever since I started hanging out with you I feel like my life's changed, I’m not one to be super cheesy but I just- fuck..I like you” his face is turning a light pink and in a moment of courage you close the small distance between the two of you and press your lips against his. He immediately reciprocates the kiss, his hand sneaks up your forearm and settles on your elbow using it to pull you in closer. 

When the kiss finally breaks the two of you are a panting mess, then you hear the waiter clear his throat and Bakugou uses his thumb to wipe the lipstick from the corner of his lips.

“Check, please”

+

Upon entering your home, there wasn't much speaking. Your arms were wrapped around his neck as his hands fumbled with the zipper on the back of your dress. The two of you blindly walked backwards until you tripped backwards onto the couch. Bakugou completely stripped you of your dress and  laid it across the back of the couch, your hands made quick work of his pants unbuttoning and unzipping them, he kicked them off eagerly uncaring of where the fabric was strewn. He cupped your cheek and continued to kiss you as he helped you wiggle out of your underwear. He sucked in a breath at feeling how wet you already were.  He ran a finger up and down your slit before gently nudging a finger inside. 

The sensation was foreign, it felt odd at first but the more he kept twisting and thrusting the finger inside of you the better it began to feel. He slid in another one and began making a scissor motion inside of you. Your hips raised off the cushions of the couch, you moaned into the kiss and eventually he pulled away from it, instead opting to kiss the skin of your neck. Your moans along with the wet sounds of his fingers fingering you open filled the space. It felt good, you could feel the knots in your stomach threaten to untangle the harder his fingers fucked themselves into you. 

His movements slowly came to a halt and he slid his fingers out. Your eyes clouded with tears and your legs were shaking, disappointed that he stopped when you were so close. He pulled his cock from his underwear and began stroking it over you.

“Ready?” He asks as he grinds his cock against your twitching entrance and you're gripping his shoulder before he makes another move. 

“A-actually..please just be gentle its-i’ve never done this before” you confess and his eyes widen for once, taken aback by your sudden profession. He gives you a small nod, “Promise.”

With one smooth stroke he bottoms out within you. Your back is arching off the couch as your mouth hangs open in a silent cry. The feeling is an addicting mix of pain and pleasure that has the tears you were holding in begin to roll down your cheeks, Bakugou gently kisses them away and uses his fingers to wipe away the stray tears. For a while, you're simply holding each other, bakugou whispers words of comfort in your ears while you slowly familiarize yourself with having him inside of you. 

When Bakugou feels your hips begin to move against his, he takes that as his sign to begin moving. His thrusts start shallow, hips just barely touching yours as he doesn't want to hurt you and you quickly become frustrated with his kindness. Your legs wrap around his waist and pull him closer to you, forcing him to bottom out inside you again. You whine his name and he shakes his head. 

“And here I was trying to be considerate” he huffs out, you grip his tie and pull him down and press a gentle kiss against his lips. 

“I didn't ask you to take it easy on me” you remind him and he scoffs

“You asked for this”

You're suddenly flipped onto your stomach and he raises your hips in the air, he pulls himself all the way out of you until the head of his cock is the only thing you can still feel inside of you, he rams his cock back into you and you're gripping the couch for dear life. His hips are ruthless, lewd slapping noises fill the room as the head of his cock kisses your cervix with every thrust. His heavy balls  greet your clit with an unceremonious slap. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, you can't think of anything else except Bakugou. You'd been completely fucked dumb on your first time. 

You feel Bakugou’s fingers lace into your hair and grip the roots before pulling at them and forcing your head back. A jolt of pleasure flows through your body as his cock pushes up against your g-spot, your legs and kicking around behind you.

“No! cum-cumming kats I-” you can hardly finish your own sentence due to how hard your orgasm hits you, your body his shaking as bakugou releases your hair and uses his free hand to grip your waist as he desperately humps you, chasing his own release. Your cunt spasms around him in overstimulation, Katsuki only curses under his breath as you squeeze down on him, your cunt clamps down on his cock as you're brought to your second orgasm and his movements finally begin to slow and an unfamiliar warm fills your tummy. 

He doesn't pull out right away. Instead he gently lays you backwards onto his chest and you snuggle into his chest. 

He whistles, “Nice place”

“Pfft- don't try to make small talk with me after you just finished banging me” you giggle sleepily.

“Fair enough, still, I’m curious about how you can even afford this place” he wonders, hand rubbing up and down your back, only easing you closer to falling asleep.

“Hard work” you reply he takes your hand in his and kisses the back of it. 

“That’s my hard working girl” 

you feel the butterflies swarm around your stomach all over again at his small comment. 

“Does this mean we're dating now?” you ask and he gives you a little chuckle.

“Yes, if you want” 

“Good then you're my boyfriend” your eyes are fluttering closed at this point, you merely nuzzle into his chest and he plants a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

“Goodnight love” 

“Night Kats..”

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