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totheblood · 11 months

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even more modern!ellie headcanons

a/n: just a little something... again AI AUDIOS AT THE END... replies and reblogs are appreciated

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ellie is a homebody, and usually will have to be dragged out by you or dina

honestly she’s never ‘dragged’ out by you, she usually likes to tag along if she knows you’re going somewhere where there will be a lot of people

it’s not that she doesn’t trust you, it’s that she doesn’t trust the people around you

you don’t really mind anyway, you like how she loops her finger in the belt of your jeans and pulls you closer to her when she notices someone staring at you

if the person doesn’t stop she’s not above pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear while making direct eye contact with the person

you giggle, throwing your head back slightly and turning to look at her in the dim light, “what’s gotten into you, ellie?”

“that dick keeps looking at you,” another kiss pressed to your jaw, “don’t like it.”

but she’d much rather stay at home with you, both of you tucked under her comforter with the air conditioner turned down to 64° and whatever show you’re watching at the time on the tv

she hates to admit it, but she loves grey’s anatomy (she swore to you she’d never like it with a scoff and “that show is shit, babe. it’s for like, middle-aged moms with no life.”)

but now as you both have your eyes glued to the screen, she can’t help but scoff every time george is on the screen

“what?”

“he’s just such a fucking loser, this guy.”

“he’s not the worst.”

“he’s pretty fucking bad… why would he sleep with meredith and then make it about him when she starts crying! it’s obvious she’s vulnerable… i just don’t like him.”

ellie gets pretty passionate when watching tv. she’s always sharing her opinions with you, looking at you for validation or arguing when you disagree with her

she’ll always add something like: “you’re lucky you’re cute” or “if you weren’t my girlfriend i’d tear your argument apart” and then kiss you on your nose and go back to watching tv

ellie is an awful cook… like so bad

one time she tried to make a recipe for your anniversary, thinking it would be easy but ended up failing miserably

she’s the type to write out the grocery list and cross shit off as she picks things up… even when she doesn’t know what it means

she didn’t know what trader joe’s was, so when she got there she’d be picking shit up and looking at it with a weird look on her face, “mango… joe joe’s? what the fuck is that?” she’d mutter before putting the box back on the shelf

but eventually she’s getting sucked in, picking up a box of mini ice cream cones, cookie butter, and the rest of the groceries needed for the meal she planned on making for you

you come over and the place is a mess, there is flour all over the counter and floors, pots and pans piled up in the stove, and ellie is stood over a bowl, mixing with a giant wooden spoon

“ellie?”

“shit.. fuck,” she curses, jumping a little bit before turning and smiling at you, her eyes looking you up and down, “you fucking scared me. you’re early.”

“no, i’m not.”

ellie’s eyes glance down at her watch, cursing as she bolts towards the stove a “no, no, no,” falling from her lips as she opens and sees the chicken inside burnt to a crisp. she’s throwing on her mitt and pulling the pan out, sighing as she watches all her hard work go to waste.

“you were trying to cook for me?”

ellie forgot you were there for a moment, her jumping a little at the sound of your voice and wiping the sweat from her forehead as she gives you her best smile, even though it’s strained.

“babe, i’m sorry, i- i don’t know where i went wrong,” she sighs, watching as you walk closer to her and put your hands on the counter behind her trapping her in.

“don’t be sorry” you kiss the side of her lips and smile against her skin, tasting her sweat, “it’s sweet… no one’s ever cooked for me before.”

she’s blushing and leaning into you, your warmth providing her some comfort from her previous stress

“you look nice,” she whispers below her breath, but you can still feel the puffs of air coming out of her mouth, “you deserve a good meal.”

“i’m not picky,” you whisper back, giggling as ellie’s heart leaps in her chest. she loves you so much it hurts

her hands rest at your hips when she kisses you gently, saying something about missing you that you miss because of how her lips feel against yours

you order takeout that night and eat it as you help her clean up the mess she made

“have you ever been to trader joe’s? that shit was crazy”

ellie is the type of girlfriend to send you two people from a tv show or an edit and be like “babe, this is so us”

or to think it’s so cute when you have matching icons on instagram, tiktok, or twitter

she just wants to show you off all the time

she draws the line at a joint couple account though

she’s always writing things about you, whether it be in her journal, little poems, or songs about you

she’d post a song she wrote you on tiktok with the caption “wrote this song about my lover” and not expect it to blow up

but then she’s receiving a million comments about how sweet it is and how people wish someone would do something like that for them

she doesn’t like the comment “can your gf fight” so she’s responding to all of them like “no, she can’t, but i can and i will! LEAVE MY GF ALONE!!”

but she’d brag about it to you, shoving her phone in your face and saying “look, your girlfriend is fucking famous.”

when you gasp and grab her face congratulating her in between kisses her face grows red and she’s smiling so wide her cheeks hurt

“don’t forget me when you become famous.”

“how could i forget my muse?”

ellie loves listening to music with you and will make you a playlist that she updates with every song she listens to that reminds her of you

she’s incredibly corny in that way

she always wants to listen to the music you suggest to her, wanting to be closer to you in any way she can

even if she doesn’t like it she’s pretending she loves it and playing it constantly, even when you aren’t around

ai audios:

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams x reader smut #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams fan fic #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams oneshot #modern!ellie williams #college!ellie williams #ellie williams one shot #mine

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fanaticfanficwriter · 1 year

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Kokichi Ouma, Shuichi Saihara, Nagito Komaeda, and Izuru Kamakura (seperate) headcanons with a S/O that glitches like Vanellope from Wreck-It-Ralph? Extra points if the reader is the Ultimate Race Car Driver.

My first request! I’ll try my best here as I’m not confident in my writing skills. Some vague mentions of people being hurt, especially in Nagito’s part.

Kokichi Ouma:

He has decided to nickname you, “Speed Racer”, so have fun with that.

He will go to your races and cheer for you from the stands no matter what, even if he is banned from the venue.

As he was watching a rather intense race, his eyes grew in shock when you and your car had managed to glitch and teleport a few feet to the left.

Kokichi wasn’t the only one shocked of course, all the drivers were, resulting in an accident that ended with several in the hospital. You managed to leave physically unscathed, but mentally, you were rather shooken up. The race had to be canceled.

While the other racers were sent to the hospital with regular doctors, you were immediately rushed back to your school for the Ultimate Doctor and Ultimate Nurse to look at you.

It became widespread news and you had to postpone your racing due to it. Kokichi tried to stay by your side as much as he could.

Eventually you learned how to control it and could now continue racing as long as you promised to not use it while racing.

You now used your glitching ability to scare people and grab stuff out of your reach.

You have used it to steal Kokichi’s scarf and the ensuing chase to get back said scarf. Kokichi gets startled every time you do it though, but when chasing you for his scarf back, it makes the game more fun.

Shuichi Saihara:

He tries to come to as many of your races as possible, but sometimes he can’t due to a case. When this happens, he will take you on a date instead.

Shuichi wasn’t there at the time of your first glitch, rather he was busy with a Missing Person case and received a call after you had been handed over to the Ultimate Nurse and Ultimate Doctor.

Shuichi’s schedule would become very busy after that day. He had to juggle visiting you, his job, and finding out more about your glitching to hopefully cure it.

It appears that even the Ultimate Detective couldn’t solve this one, but he managed to help you figure out how to control it at least.

With newfound control of your glitching, you used it to help Shuichi in a few ways. You’d hand him anything he forgot and would use it to scare off anyone who dared bully him. You’d often scare Shuichi by accident as well… The poor guy’s gonna have a heart attack one of these days, I swear…

Nagito Komaeda:

Nagito, while worried about how his luck will affect your races, goes to every one of them hesitantly because you seemed sad when he’d say why he didn’t want to come.

When you asked him to come, you had such a hopeful tone that after a rant about hope, he couldn’t bare to take away such hope.

Nagito’s luck seemed to be in a downswing the day of your first glitch. He ended up losing his ticket right as he was at the ticket counter. The ticket person had recognized him as your boyfriend from your social media posts and let him in without a ticket though.

He decided he’d order some food and got some drumsticks. He bit into one to find out the chicken was raw. He bit into another to find out the inside of it was burnt to a crisp. He bit into yet another one and accidentally swallowed part of the bone; a bystander had to give him the Heimlich maneuver.

At that point Nagito figured maybe a nice drink of water would help soothe his throat and the water pipe that connected to the water fountain bursted right as he was about to take a drink, drenching him in water. Some workers tried to offer him some napkins to dry himself off with but he insisted that trash like him doesn’t deserve napkins to dry off and instead opted to go to his seat while soaking wet.

He watched your race with great interest, amazed by your talent. Then you glitched a few feet to the right, causing the cars behind you to crash as you pulled your race car to a screeching halt. Several people were hospitalized including Nagito, who had managed to get hit in the face with some debris from the crash.

You sat in your doctor’s room worried about Nagito when you heard the news. After the Ultimate Doctor couldn’t figure out the cause and deemed you safe and healthy, you immediately visited Nagito the first chance you got. Nagito blamed your glitching on his luck and suggested you both break up. You refused to do such a thing, you LOVED him and would NEVER do that to him! Especially since he was currently recovering in a hospital bed from a skin graft he just received!

As soon as Nagito was allowed out of the hospital, you both started trying to figure out how the glitching happened and why. You both never did figure that out, but you could control it now.

You used your powers for good, mainly for giving your boyfriend surprise hugs and kisses to cheer him up. None of these things scared him somehow.

Izuru Kamukura:

Izuru had only become interested in you after your first glitch happened. He had appeared in your hospital bed on the first night of your stay and scared the everloving crap out of you. I mean who wouldn’t? He was surprised for a second too, it appeared your drugged up state made you spot him easily.

Izuru would visit you every night at the hospital, for you had intrigued him somehow.

He quickly figured out how and why you were glitching, he even knew how to cure it. Yet he himself wondered why he kept coming back night after night.

He came to the realization that he had a crush on you. You both would end up dating not too long after because of how much talent Izuru has under his belt. He could get into a relationship with ANYONE he wanted to.

You figure out how to control your glitching with very little help from Izuru, but it took SO long!

You try to use your glitching to surprise Izuru, but it never works. He's flattered.

#kokichi oma x reader #kokichi ouma x reader #kokichi x reader #izuru x reader #izuru kamukura x reader #nagito x reader #nagito komeada x reader #shuichi x reader #shuichi saihara x reader

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bearsinpotatosacks · 4 months

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Callsign for Phoenix please

Thanks for the ask! Also, I headcanon Rooster as a loud drunk, hence all the exclamation marks when he speaks in this. I'd say this is when they're in basic flight training in Pensacola, Florida as they don't all have their callsigns yet.

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Natasha lay on the floor. She was at that point of the night where the room was spinning. Music was still pounding from somewhere but it sounded so far away. Her head was going to hurt tomorrow, she just knew it. Not that they had anything to do tomorrow, she was starting to love Sundays, especially with her not being religious, she didn’t have to get up before dawn for once.

Fuck this was too much thinking. She needed another drink.

As she sat up, the walls began to jump and repeat on her. Her feet didn’t seem to be walking yet she was moving. Maybe mixing her drinks wasn't the best idea. Then again, Hangman made the best cocktails, not that she'd ever tell him that.

“Nat!” Bradley, recently coined Rooster for his habit of waking up even earlier than they needed to, called to her. “Come here, we're doing shots!”

She wasn’t going to say no to shots. When she found out where his voice was coming from, though, she saw that the shots were on fire. Was that meant to happen?

“You ever done flaming sambuca shots, Nat?” Javy asked her, that sly smile on his face.

“Yes.” She lied. She couldn’t have her stern reputation be ruined because she was drunk.

“Oh really?” He said.

“Of course,” she crossed her arms.

He picked up one of the shots. “Do one then?”

“Why do I need to prove it to you?”

“Because you're too chicken?” He then looked at Rooster. “Sorry Bradley.”

“I'm no chicken.”

She took the shot as he handed it to her. One benefit of being drunk was that she wasn’t as scared as she probably should've been. So throwing back the shot was relatively easy.

After slamming the shot glass back on the table, she didn’t get the reaction she wanted. Actually, everyone looked horrified.

“What?” She said.

“You're on fire, you're on fucking fire!” Rooster ran to get a towel to try and smother the flames out.

She looked down as her left arm. “Oh. Shit.”

“Who's on fire?” Hangman re-entered the scene.

“Nat!” Coyote pulled on his arm, pointing at her as the flames flickered in his eyes.

“Here!” Rooster came back and began to rapidly smack the flames with the tea towel. She hoped whoever house this was didn’t care.

Once the flames were out, a small crowd had formed around them. Her sleeve was now suitably blackened from the fire, pieces were floating off they were so crisp.

“Shit, did you even care?” Coyote said. “You were on fire and you didn't even care!”

“I'm just that cool.”

“More like hot,” Hangman did his usual wink. “Like a phoenix or something.”

She went to roll her eyes when Rooster shook her non burnt arm. “Phoenix, that's a good callsign!”

“Phoenix, really?” She looked at the charred remains of her favourite jumper. “I'm going to reminded of tonight for the rest of my career?”

“That's what callsigns are for,” Hangman handed a glass of something that wasn't on fire to her. Raising a toast, the crowd joined in. “Here's to Phoenix!”

“Phoenix!” The crowd cried.

She took a sip of her drink. “Phoenix.” She whispered.

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From my top gun prompt list

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frozcnhearts · 9 months

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@theircurse: ' * i hope hell is nice and warm when we get there. ' ( Sehun )

random (chaotic) dialogue starters. - always accepted

“Could life with that thought, as long as it’s cozy warmth.”, just the sheer thought of too much heat or too freezing made the male uncomfortable. Temperatures could be dreadful on some seasons - now, if hell would be like that? Oh, it’d be literal hell then.

“Though, I guess hell is, well… not so nice. Probably we’ll be burnt to crisp.”. Sehun scratched his cheek. Slowly questioned, why he held a conversation about such a topic with a mere child with creepy eyes. Did they even see with pupils like that? He couldn’t suppress the urge to wave in front of their face. Just out of curiosity, if they’d notice.

“Well, at least we might end as chicken nugget. Could life with that too. Dead chicken doesn’t feel much.”.

#{ Sehun Lee }#{ Sehun ( Main ): Hidden beneath masks }#// Happy ending: Ending up as chicken nugget #// I don't know sometimes what's going on with him-#theircurse

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theconfusedartist · 10 months

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Layla is so good in the rewrite. She gets to the Grey were Clay and the Reader are dealing with Yggdrasil and the conversation pretty much just goes

Reader: we are looking at every possible outcome in the hopes we can fix the electromagnetic problems

Clay: it's a bit hard when shit periodically goes south all the sudden, then we have to calibrate and figured out why that happened

Layla: it does this every time?

Reader: while it's not every time, it's almost inevitable and we don't know why

Layla: why are there only six branches you're focusing on?

Clay: oh, those are just the six permutations that were completed, the other billions of branches are the worlds under different conditions and specific variables

Reader: we were unsure you'd even come to this place but it became more likely after the solar flare, the odds went from one in millions to only 6 in 26

Layla: what happened during the solar flare?

Clay: Desmond had to upload his consciousness 26 times

Reader: he died btw

Layla: that's fucking horrible! Why don't you use a timeline where he doesn't sacrifice himself?

Clay:...

Reader:...there is much tragedy down that path. And besides, Desmond would never willingly forsake the world

Layla: he doesn't have to willingly forsake the world, all he has to do is not get burnt to a chicken crisp right?

Clay: no he'd still get fried well done, no getting around that

Layla: do you have *any* permutations where the world burns? Even one? We have to compare it to the other outcomes

Reader: I don't want to experience it

Layla: but then won't your calculations be thrown off? Why are you so against this?

Reader: ....

Clay: because he'd be lonely

Layla: ??? What does that have to do with literally anything?

Reader: as previously stated, Desmond would never forsake the world, but...he can be. Pushed. To such a point where he will momentarily choose selfish satisfaction for a single moment that ends in tragedy for everyone else. I do not. Wish to experience it

Layla: but Desmond is Desmond and you're the Reader, right? Technically, you *aren't* experiencing it

Reader:....

Clay: she's got a point though

Layla gets to the Grey and immediately starts shaking the table. She doesn't know that she dies in that timeline but it doesn't stop her from convincing them to at least have ONE permutation where everything goes wrong, just to be able to calibrate in the other permutations to make sure that shit doesn't happen

*permutation 17 begins*

(In the corner) This action will have consequences!

#why did i stop posting about protocreed au #this shit mad fun as hell #also bless you all the other people in this fandom #i was deep in the tags while i was typing these last few days #Also why is the assassins creed wikia like that??#why does it list comics but then not give the description and story to the comic listed???#why even have it there if you aren't going to add the information?

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doofnoof · 1 year

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Warning for Sleuth Jesters Spoilers!!! Too chicken to put this in Naff's asks but by god I'm gonna rant on my own damn blog, just wanted to give Naff kudos for making a fic that absolutely refuses to un-stick from my brain

I'm especially fond of the themes of freedom and imprisonment, and how there's more to it than just physically being imprisoned, there's a mental and emotional aspect to it too!

Especially since Eclipse took Y/N's freedom mentally (they couldn't figure out how to beat him nor could they escape thoughts of him while they ran,) emotionally (can't play their games with Sun and Moon anymore because Eclipse made them feel as if they had to hide their past from the boys in order to keep them; a past that had imprisoned them, that they'd burnt to the ground to escape from) and physically, by keeping them in a room, destroying their sense of time, and eventually burning their safehouses to a crisp. Y/N was even imprisoned in their own skin, because of how Eclipse had dressed them and marked them with bruises top to bottom, making Y/N sore and uncomfortable whenever they'd move.

Y/N became The Vigilante because of their desire to free people who are imprisoned by poverty and greed (mostly because of the Crime Families paying off the people meant to protect the normal folks, like the Police or the Mayor) because they were in a similar situation when the Afton Family got a hold of them; they were a homeless, starving child scooped off of the streets and delievered right into Afton's hands by hospital staff and a police officer for a stack of cash, both of which having promised to keep Y/N safe. Eclipse wants to imprison those same people (impoverished and those in power alike) with debts and favors so he would retain his own freedom, one Hard Fought For since robots had only recently been given rights.

My favorite thing about Y/N is that even when faced with their own death, backed into a wall, they'd still throw themselves whole-heartedly at the harder-to-escape, more grim option than sacrifice the life of someone they swore they'd protect (unlike the hospital staff. Kinda explains why they hate the idea of going to the hospital so much while they were bleeding out in Moon's tub too.) They would put up with killing an animal, or someone that was already gunning for their life, but once they realized that Gregory was a human child they chose the option they assumed they could never go back from; they decided to save him even though it meant Eclipse was going to destroy the freedom they'd fought for.

Eclipse also tried to control Sun and Moon, by paying for their schooling to get into into the Detective Agency, and then a second time by trying to control Y/N (who Sun and Moon were clearly heads-over-heels for.) I imagine he figured he'd have more control over Sun and Moon if he kept Y/N under his wing, imperiled, but his major character flaw is his arrogance, in assuming that Y/N could be controlled, and his assumption that Sun and Moon had rejected him on a whim and wouldn't have been ready (and downright thrilled!) to take him back if he gave up on the violence and cruelty. He assumed Y/N was just like him and only needed a push to become the Dog they were during their Afton days again, and his wrongful assumption cost him his life.

Probably not making much sense here but I love how everyone has a specific theme.

Sun and Moon's seem to be Forgiveness (they forgive an awful lot, and they feel guilty that they didn't take care of Eclipse sooner because they'd hoped he'd change his ways, at which point he'd be Forgiven, how Y/N is afraid of losing them because they'd done something they perceived as Unforgivable in the past, Moon forgives Sun for lying to him about where the Celestial Wire came from, how they seemed to expect Freddy to forgive Y/N for what they'd done in the past because they'd saved Gregory in the present, etc.), Eclipse seems to be driven by an arrogant need for Control (so he wouldn't be alone, so that Y/N could never leave him the way Sun and Moon had) and Y/N's theme is Freedom (their whole Thing™ is that they're impossible to catch, Eclipse couldn't control them, and they killed the one person who ever did find a way to keep them in check.) It's an incredibly well done fanfic and I can't wait to re-read it and see if I can pick up any more little tidbits I hadn't noticed before.

#bug barks #bug writes

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hooniee · 3 years

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— ꒰‧⁺ making lunch for them*ೃ༄

↷enhypen x reader ⋯ ♡ᵎ

↷ genre: reaction | fluff⋯ ♡ᵎ

↷warnings: mentions of food hence the title! please proceed with caution ⋯ ♡ᵎ

⇢˚⋆ ✎ this was super fun to write and i might write so more reactions/headcannons like this! please enjoy <3ˎˊ-

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .*

-ˏˋ~ heeseung lee ~ˊˎ-

“okay here’s a lunchbox for you! all of your favorites, make sure to eat all the veggies so that you can be healthy. i packed two water bottles so that you don’t get dehydrated. i also packed a bunch of snacks for the boys so make sure they eat too! oh and-”

heeseung laughs at you rambling, making you halt and feel shy under his gaze

“too much? sorry, you know how i am”

heeseung shakes his head, “not at all babe, thank you”

you dating the oldest in the group automatically made you like a mother figure to the 6 boys you adored

you had packed heeseung lunch ever since you found out he never had time to cook anything besides ramen packets :((

it wasn’t healthy for him and both of you knew that

he loved your lunches and it had just become a routine

the boys started to pout and get sad that you didn’t pack them anything

or as heeseung says, “they’re hungry little monsters too”

from then, you started putting loads of snacks in his lunch bag so that the boys could have something to munch on, occasionally making seven lunch boxes as a meal packed with nutritious foods.

heeseung complained about how heavy it was to carry all of them

but in reality, he wanted to be the only one who had the special heart shaped sandwiches.

-ˏˋ~ jay park ~ˊˎ-

(tasting the potato) “a little too salty”

(picking up the heart shaped onigiri) “why is it cut in a weird shape?

(staring at the ratio of chicken and rice) “could have added more chicken to balance out the amount of rice-”

“jay if you don’t like it, just say it,” you pout, moving to take the lunch box away from him.

*glaring at you* “who said i didn’t like it?”

jay is definitely the type of person to love cooking

from enhypen&hi, you can see him taking the lead in making dinner with the members

he critiques your cooking, like a mini gordan ramsy, but in a more loving way

honestly your food is amazing but he doesn’t want to be seen as soft so he pretends to play it off as

“it could be better but it’s still edible”

on the inside, he was screaming at himself

“this is so good! my cute s/o made it for me and look at this cute heart shape! oh veggies too! i should eat these so that i can be healthy”

he’s grateful that you take your time out of your day to cook for him

and who are we kidding?

jay swallows your food

even if it tastes like expired makeup

-ˏˋ~ jake sim ~ˊˎ-

“what is this baby?” jake asks, pulling a yellow bento box out of his practice bag.

he had never seen this box. it was labeled with “with love, enjoy babe!”

jake had woken up late or more so, you wanted to give him some more rest, and you decided to pack his bag and make him a lunch box while you were up.

“that’s your lunch jake,” you laugh at his adorable confused face, putting the ingredients back in the cabinet.

“lunch ?that you made for me?” jake’s eyes widen as you nod your head.

you didn’t know how he would react from the way his face stayed in shock, did he not want it? was the note too much?

that was before he rushed over to hug you and plant a kiss on your forehead.

jake was a simp for you

you were the light of his life, his one and only, his whole world, etc.

you could have grabbed something from the top shelf and jake would cheer like you just won a grammy

he was grateful for anything you did for him, cuddling him when he was tired, packing his bag when he need those extra 5 minutes of sleep

to say the least, he never would have imagined that you would make lunch for him

you had usually packed snacks in his bag since you were also a busy person but it was the first time you had made a whole meal for him

your cooking was the best, next to his mom’s of course

jake almost didn’t want to eat it from how pretty it was made

“why is jake hyung looking at rice like that?”

“because his OH SO precious (y/n) made it for him”

“ahhh makes sense”

-ˏˋ~ sunghoon park ~ˊˎ-

“sunghoon! wait up, wait up,” you yell out, running after him.

maybe it was because sunghoon was blessed with those super long legs but man, does this man walk fast.

sunghoon turns around, baggy white tshirt and black sweats, a black duffel bag hanging off of his shoulder

he corks his eyebrow at your figure that’s panting after chasing after him.

he checks his pockets and unzips his bag, “did i forget anything?”

“here,” you place a bento box with a pink cloth tied in a knot in his hands.

he squints, turning it in different ways, “what is this?

“it’s a lunch box! i made it for you,” you smile.

no thank you came from his mouth but you could tell as his cheeks started to glow pink like the cloth

sunghoon is confused when you make him lunch?

don’t get him wrong, he’s thankful but why?

i see sunghoon as a person to ask why questions for anything his s/o does for him

not is it to just annoy you, but he can feel the love behind the words when you explain WHY you did that thing for him

he loves affirmation over physical touch

sunghoon seems to be someone more introverted and quiet in the relationship

listening to his s/o, nodding to them when their ranting about something

he feels really grateful to you and eats his lunch with a big smile

he attempts to make you lunch too

if jungwon hadn’t called the fire department, you guys probably would be burnt to a crisp </3

-ˏˋ~ sunoo kim ~ˊˎ-

“oh my gosh (y/n)! what is this?” sunoo squeals as you place the newly prepared food in the bento box.

“it’s your lunch, bub,” you smile, seeing his face light up when you mention his lunch.

“for me? for real?” he questions

you nod your head and he starts doing a cute wiggling dance.

“my (y/n) is the best!”

sunoo loves to eat!

he loves all types of foods from all different palettes

sunoo didn’t mean to wake up so early

after a long night of practice, the last thing he wanted to do was go wake up early

but he couldn’t help it

the smell of cooking had instantly made him rise from bed

he took a little peep out to see you rushing around the kitchen

there was an egg, frying in the pan

you were packing rice that was freshly steaming, into a blue bento box

in your (f/c) apron, hair out of your face

he smiles at the sight, pretending to be asleep when you awoke him

-ˏˋ~ jungwon yang ~ˊˎ-

“wonie? are you here?” you softly call out, peeping your head into the practice room

“i’m right here,” jungwon comes from behind you making you jump, almost dropping the lunch box

“hi won,” you smile

“hi (y/n), what’s up?” he smiles, softly giving you a forehead kiss

“i wanted to drop this off, “ you hold up the box

he tilts his head in confusion, “bento box? for me? i didn’t order anything though?”

“idiot, i made it for you”

“oh”

“OH”

jungwon is the leader

even though he doesn’t have to, he always makes sure that his members have eaten or are staying hydrated

he always is worried about his members than himself

and it takes a toll on him as the hyungs said

it made you sad when you heard a report from heeseung that jungwon had been skipping lunch as much as he preached about the topic

enough was enough for you

you got up extra early and got to work

you had prepared a lunch bento filled with protein, veggies, carbs and a small chocolate bar. making sure to pack a water bottle, you packed it in a tiny backpack

you felt proud of your final creation

and from then on, you had decided to start making jungwon lunch everyday

from that day on, jungwon hasn’t skipped lunch

-ˏˋ~ nishimura riki ~ˊˎ-

riki enters the practice room again, cutting his break short while his hyungs take a nap, continue to eat, etc.

as he’s about to start to warm up, a purple bento box catches his eye. it was placed on the speaker.

he didn’t remember that being there before? maybe it was one of his hyungs. he should probably give it to them.

to his surprise when taking a quick glance at it, it said his name

“for your lunch riki! (y/n)”

he quickly pulled out his phone and snapped a picture, sending it to you with the caption “is this for me?”

your phone buzzes and you see the notification from riki. you laugh, opening his message

you respond “yes babe! enjoy <3”

just like jungwon, ni-ki had been skipping meals :(((

and you weren’t happy to hear that

ni-ki was still growing and needed nutritious meals to be able to stay healthy

his only excuse was that he needed to practice to be better in dance

ni-ki was already amazing :(((

why did he need to sacrifice his precious lunch time to practice?

you became anxious about the way he wasn’t taking care of himself

he already doesn’t get enough sleep

now not enough nutritious food?

that was not going to pass by you

you wanted to drop the lunchbox in secret, he didn’t need to see your flustered face anyway

you signaled to sunoo in the lobby as he guides you to the practice room

ni-ki was too busy playing on his phone to notice you

you dropped it off but you didn’t expect him to find it so fast

he was glad that it was just a drop off, so you couldn’t see the fire growing on his cheeks

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yourfangirlfriend · 3 years

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It’s Nothing Serious - Chapter Six

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Five and a Half

A/N: idk if this is good but I’ve been putting off writing it and perfect is the enemy of done so here you go, I had fun

It’s not not serious.

At least, this seems to be the mutual conclusion you have both silently reached after that weirdly intimate night you never talked about, either.

And yes, you’re aware of how childish that is.

For two people voluntarily living in one of the more dangerous cities on the continent, it turns out you’re both pretty cowardly. But why put yourselves through the agony of all that when you could both instead play a game of emotional chicken to test where the boundaries are?

You go first the morning the two of you wake up in your bed. You both woke up in a tangle of limbs and slid out of bed after the second snooze alarm went off. He had just pulled on his jeans when he reached for the shirt you had folded the night before.

“Wait,” you said. You walked to the closet and pulled a crisp black shirt off its hanger, continuing to brush your teeth and you walked up and deposited it in his hand. “I washed this after you let me wear it home.”

That night we made pasta and I spilled sauce on my shirt and you took it off and fucked me in your kitchen until the chicken burnt-

He looks up at you, his eyebrows raised.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he shakes his head before pulling it over his shoulders. “Thank you.”

You give him a look before dipping into the bathroom to spit.

After a quick cup of coffee, you’re both striding towards your door when you stop short. He turns and looks at you, waiting for you to take another step and flick the deadbolt. Instead, you ask

“Are you going to be okay? Today, I mean. With...”

His face falls a little, like he was expecting to get out of this without you mentioning it. It makes your heart hurt.

“I’m fine,” he says, curtly. He drops his head to look at his shoes. You swallow.

“So...drinks tonight? Still?” You reach out and bop his hand with yours.

“Not if you don’t open the door.”

You roll your eyes, walking forward and flicking the bolt. You pull the door open and he catches it, holding it back for you as you take the first step out.

“...yeah. I’ll be back around 6,” he says as you finish locking the door. You drop the keys in your purse, straightening up as the two of you walk towards and out the doors.

“Bar or your place?”

“Mine.”

“You sure? It’s my turn to buy,” you say.

“No, it’s not,” he says as he opens the passenger door for you, gesturing that you climb in. You do and watch as he walks around the front to his side. “Besides, mines quieter.”

You nod, staring forward as he starts the car and pulls into the street. Like every morning, his hand falls to your knee and you feel content with his answer.

You can’t help yourself, though, when he pulls up in front of the school and parks, waiting for you to climb out. Usually, it’s a pretty quick, platonic affair- a quick “thanks, Javi” before you open the door and swing your legs out. This morning, though,

“You know,” he says when you reach for the handle. “You...you don’t have to take care of me.”

You drop your hand before turning back to face him. And maybe it’s the coffee you drank took quickly, or maybe it’s the way last night is still lingering in your head, but

“I like taking care of you.”

You reach out and pull his face to yours, letting the kiss linger before pulling away.

“See you tonight,” you said, flashing him a quick smile. If you’re not mistaken, you see the corner of his mouth twitch up before he remembers himself, and gives you a cool masculine nod. You climb out and watch as he drives away before you hear behind you:

“¿Es tu novio?”

You turn around and see three little girls from your class huddled together and giggling that they just caught the teacher doing something naughty. Despite yourself, you smile through your teacher's voice.

“Entrad, niñas. La clase está a punto de empezar.”

He makes the next move when he shows up outside the school, waiting against his car when you walk out that afternoon and he flags you down.

“Hey,” he says when you approach his car.

“Hey,” you say. “What’s up?”

“Was told to go home early,” he says. “Figured...” he waves his hand up, gesturing to you. “You got plans?”

“Was just going to swing by the liquor store. For tonight.”

“It’s not your turn to buy,” he says, moving out of the way so you can open the door. You send him a look.

“It’s the 90s. Let a girl buy you a drink, Javi.”

He smiles, and over his shoulder, you see one of the girls from this morning- Cara - sending you a shit-eating grin.

Despite yourself, you give her a little wave as Javi drives the two of you out of the parking lot.

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It becomes a game after that. He picks you up from school. You ask him to stay the night again, and he does. The next morning, he kisses you goodbye in front of Steve, whose eyebrows you see pop up from the corner of your eye. That night, you stay over at his and leave the spare toothbrush you brought next to his in the bathroom. The next day, he comes to your house with take-out and a tape and the two of you fall asleep on the couch, drunk and full. Soon, you don’t remember a night where you aren’t sleeping in the same bed or whose turn it is to initiate a sleepover. You just meet at your smoking spot and then, inevitably, one of you will lead the other to their door for the night, and inevitably, the other one will stay.

The small reminders of each other begin to pile up in your respective apartments. A mystery toothbrush appears in your bathroom. Then there’s a jacket and two of his shirts hanging in your closet. A drawer in his bathroom slowly begins to fill with evidence of your presence- hair ties, bobby pins, the odd bit of makeup. During one of your drunk nights, when you are once again lamenting the lack of decoration, you draw a stick-figure portrait of the apartment - you, Javi, Steve, and the creepy silent man who you only ever see leave his place to buy fish - and tape it to his fridge. He tells you you hang around kids too much, but every time you come back, it’s still up.

Then the bigger things happen. You go to dinner with him and Steve. You bring him on a double date with Alessa and Frankie. He kisses you goodbye in front of the school every morning, and you reach out and hold his hand whenever the two of you walk outside- which you do now, by the way. You walk to the grocery store, you walk to the liquor store, you walk to the corner store to buy pre and post-coital smokes, and every time his hand finds yours. You’re still having sex, you still fuck, but now, sometimes, to what would once be your disgust, it’s slower. Softer. There’s eye contact and prolonged kisses and caressing and very little hair pulling.

And god. Now there’s cuddling.

You no longer sit across the sofa to hanger a drink. No, now your legs are in his lap or his arm is around your shoulder or some other horribly intimate design the two of you just naturally find yourself falling into whenever you’re in proximity. Now, after sex, he’s pulling you to him or you’re pulling him to you or you just both mutually descend towards each other. And when you’re all wrapped around each other, the worst thing of all happens. He talks.

It’s not like you hadn’t talked before. You were friends, after all. He already knew about your kids you taught, your parents, and some random, funny stories about your life. In turn, he had told you some stories about his mom, about the ranch, and about the people in his life. But now it’s different. Now, whenever you two are alone in the dark, bodies pressed against each other under the sheet with such softness it’s grotesque, the walls come down. He tells you about his mom's death, and how he didn’t cry for months. He tells you how afraid he is of himself, and how he worries she would hate the person he is. He tells you he doesn’t think he’s a good person, because of the women he’s hurt ( -“The DAY of?” “I’m not proud of it”-) and the people he failed (“-supposed to get her out, keep her safe, and I couldn’t-“) and how, though he won’t go into detail about it, he’s worried how numb he’s become to things, and that he’s only going to get number (“-you see so many people die, there’s got to be a point you just stop feeling that, like self-preservation, and that’s fucking scary-“). You listen. You think you may be the first person who has listened in a while. When he tries to apologize, that he shouldn’t have said that or that he’s a mopey sad sack or you don’t want to hear this, you kiss his hands.

“Javi,” you tell him. “I like listening to you. Anything you have to say.”

Looking back, you think the look he gives you the first time you said that was when you really knew. But now, you’re still playing dumb. You both are.

What’d he call it? Self-preservation?

To pay him back, you tell him about you. You try to match his scars, telling him about growing up in a loud, weird house you’d only learn at the age of fifteen was a commune. You tell him about all the times you caught your parents tripping out naked on drugs and having to drag them to bed, or how you had to watch your sister for days on end as a kid whenever they decided to go out on ‘spirit walks’, and how you eventually enrolled yourself in school after your mothers homeschooling attempts fell to the wayside. That one time when you were six and accidentally took a tab of acid your mother and father’s sometime lover, Sunshine, left on top of your peanut butter and jelly sandwich. You try and tell him the good things, too- how you speak five languages (“what?” “English, Spanish, German, Russian, and some Chinese.” “...what?” “My parents were communists!”), how you used to be really good at gymnastics (“is that why you can’t do a handstand?” “I can do a handstand-“ ), and the things in yourself that you’re afraid of- your denial, your anxiety, your bad habit of never calling your sister back and how that actually reveals you’re a sociopath. And in turn, he listens. He squeezes your hand. He asks you questions when you know he wants to and lets it be silent when you can’t bring yourself to answer.

About three months into this, you find yourself lying on your side one night, staring at his beautiful, stupid, snoring face as he drools against your pillow, and for the first time, you finally, finally, finally let yourself admit it.

It is serious.

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“Well no shit.”

You scowl at Lisa over your glass.

“What? Like we all didn’t already know? For months?”

“Leave her alone,” Alessa elbows her. “I think it’s sweet.”

“You think everything’s sweet.” Lisa rolls her eyes. “You tell him yet?”

You bite the inside of your lip and look down at your drink. “No.”

“Why not?”

“Timing?”

“You spend all your time together.”

You shake your head, taking a swig.

“Coward.”

“What!”

“I said you’re a coward,” Lisa says as Maritza deposits the tray of shots between the two of you.

“Who’s a coward?” she asks sweetly.

“Eloise.”

“Yeah, I am,” you reach forward and take two of the shot glasses, snatching the one in front of Lisa before downing it.

“Hey!” She yelps.

You flip her off and down the second.

She huffs. “Bitch.”

You shake your head and march towards the bar to order another tray.

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To be fair, he knew it would be like this.

He had to. It’s you. It’s both of you. Two weirdly cagey people who don’t like having their guard down and never, ever want to be the one person who sticks themselves out for ridicule. The little dares over the past few months have been one thing, like you’re placing pebbles on a scale, seeing how long it takes until it collapses under the weight. Nightly sleepovers? Pebble. Toothbrushes? Pebbles. Sharing childhood trauma after a round of particularly kinky sex where you had your hands tied to the headboard and it inadvertently reminded you of the time you got your hands stuck in some old handcuffs your sister and you had found and you had to spend three hours with your hands looped around a bed frame because Tanya was seven and when she found your mom they were high on peyote and it turns out it takes five drugged-out hippies to find a tiny pair of keys to free a small girl in the woods after it’s already gotten dark and then he told you about the time his uncle had drunk too much shiner and tried to shoot an apple off his cousins head with a BB gun but missed and now the cousin has one eye kind of like Lorenzo and then you both chain-smoked cigarettes and wondered what a glass eye feels like - alright. Maybe five pebbles.

But...actually saying it?

Stones. Big, ugly stones. The kind that fall on cars.

No wonder you got shit-faced.

“Javvvvvvvi,” you sang through his door. You pounded out the melody that only made sense in your head. “Heyyyyy,”

You hear footsteps approaching from the other side and you stand up straight, ready to drunkenly seduce him with your pose when the door swings open and-

“Can I help you?” She asks, annoyed.

You take the woman in front of you in. She’s tall, with long honey blonde hair that falls across her shoulders. Her waist is bared under the halter top she wears, and you’re only a little jealous of the toned plane of her stomach and the long legs that stretch out from her short shorts.

“I...” you start.

“What are you doing? Get away from the door!” Javi appears from behind her, reaching out to take her arm and pull her back. His eyes fall on you, though, and he drops his hand.

“El- hey- I thought you were-?”

“I was...what uh,” you raise your hand to the woman. “What the fuck?”

“Who the fuck are you?” The woman hisses back. Javi reaches up and takes her arm, pulling her back gently.

“I told you not to answer the door-“

“No, I think I’ll leave-“ you toss your hands up. “Enjoy your night.”

“She’s not- it’s not like that-”

“OH PLEASE, I wasn’t born yester-“

The door behind you opens, and the two or you swivel you hear to see Steve enter holding two bags of food. He looks between you and Javier, then to the door.

“Hey,” he says finally.

You give him a pathetic wave. He waves back before turning to Javi.

“Is she-“

“Yeah,” Javier says. He points to his apartment “Could you actually-?”

“Yeah,” Steve nods a bit too quickly, moving behind him and disappearing into the apartment, closing the door behind him.

Javier turns back to you.

“She needs a place to stay before we move her. I was going to tell you when you got back.”

“Ohhhhhhh,” you draw out. You grimace, before looking back to him. “...Sorry.”

“You really think I’d do that?”

You open your mouth to answer before he cuts in again.

“Are you drunk?”

“I-“ you start before huffing. Fucking cop. “Yes! Of course I’m drunk! It’s tequila night! I even, kindly, I might add,” you reach in your bag and pull out the bottle you picked up on the way home. “Got some for you, too!”

“Who did you think she was?”

“Javi-“ you groan, squeezing your eyes shut. This wasn’t supposed to be your night. Tonight was supposed to be about getting drunk with your friends, then getting drunk with Javi, then having drunk sex on your couch loud enough the upstairs fish guy would have to bury his head in what you only assumed was a pile of rotting fish carcasses in his trash to drown out your moans.

Now it’s this.

You shake your head and nod to your door, beckoning him to follow. It’s tense, and he watches over your shoulder as your hands shake trying to pull the right key. Once you manage to unlock the door, you hurry inside and deposit your things on the table, before turning back and facing him.

You open your mouth to say something-

-and then shut it again. You sigh.

“You thought I was sleeping with her.”

You snap your head back up to see him, cross-armed in front of you. You shake your head.

“This isn’t fair, I’m drunk. You’re not.”

He walks over to the bag you threw on the couch and unscrews the bottle you brought home. He takes a swig, holding eye contact as he gulps a third of the small bottle down, all while you watch flabbergasted.

“Say it,” he says, screwing the cap back on.

“You’re going to be sick-“

“Eloise.”

“Well, it’s not like we’ve talked about it!” You snap. “We never- said! What we’re doing!” You drop your hands to your side and turn, walking to the kitchen and leaning forward onto the counter. Javi follows you up, eying you.

“You thought I was, though?”

“Yes! No? I don’t know!” You bring a hand to your face. “I don’t know. Maybe. I just got scared. I guess...I’ve been scared? Lisa thinks so, the bitch-“

“Scared of what? Me sleeping with someone else?”

“No! Not- necessarily-“

“You really think- Jesus, it’s like we never-“

“Hey, don’t!” You spin to face him. “Don’t turn this around on me. You never brought this up. We haven’t talked about this. We talked about everything else and are doing everything else like dinner dates and sweet sex and fucking movie nights but we haven’t...said anything! Saying things matters!”

He stares at you.

“I didn’t think it did! I thought I was fine with just...letting...ugh!” You bring the heels of your palms to your eyes. “I shouldn’t have done that last shot.”

“Eloise, what are you-“

“I’m not a coward!” You point at him. “I’m not! I’m just- it’s just-“

“No one said you were!”

“Lisa did!”

“Why?”

“Because I haven’t...Ugh! They really make strong drinks at that bar! Because I haven’t said-“

“Jesus Christ, WHAT.”

Ooh, you wish you could just fall apart and have him see what’s running through your mind right now. You feel the anger in your stomach bubble. He’s really annoyed with you for thinking the worst of him, and maybe he has a right, but you two haven’t talked about it. You had just assumed- assumed he felt the same way, assumed the little intimacies have built up in such a way that you had something real and concrete, and especially that you both weren’t fucking other people. But the second she opened the door it felt like your worst fear had come true: you were the idiot who had let their guard down first and got hurt, because they were too stupid to realize what this was, and you couldn’t even be mad. Because you hadn’t talked about it. Because he never technically said he was with you.

But now he’s looking like he’s feeling the exact same way, only he’s the idiot. He’s the idiot for confiding in you and crying on your tits and telling you all those fears and worries and believing you when you kissed his hands and told him you thought he was a good man. He’s worried that you’ve always seen him this way- as the guy who would cut and run and betray you, and maybe if you think that, then it’s true. Maybe he was kidding himself into thinking someone like you could believe in his goodness, after all he’s done.

Fuck, you may be drunk but it does make you insightful.

It may be too late though. Because he’s dropped his hands from his hips, tired of waiting for an explanation. He’s making towards the door, murmuring something about having to work and it all just seems like it’s slipping out of your fingers like you can see he’s building up the wall again and this time you’re not going to be able to tear it down-

“Javi,” you say, your voice strained. He stops and turns to you, and you know you only have a few seconds to do it. You try and form the words, but your tongue isn’t working and maybe Lisa was right, maybe you are a coward, but you have to try.

“I like taking care of you.” You say, pathetically, dropping your hands to your sides.

A beat passes. He brings his hands to his hips, waiting for a further explanation. You sigh and walk down to stand in front of him. “I like having you take care of me...and...I haven’t wanted to tell you, because I don’t want to scare you but maybe that’s just me ‘projecting’ or whatever Alessa said. She’s really annoying now that she’s doing that psychology class-“

“El.” He says, not without softness. You feel his fingers come under your chin, gesturing for you to look up at him.

This wasn’t the plan. This was supposed to be a hookup. Then a friendship. You don’t want to lose that.

But now he’s staring down at you like that, and your drunk brain is turning over itself as you think maybe that train has already left. Maybe it left a long fucking time ago, and the two of you have just been hanging onto the back, waiting for the other person to let go first.

But you don’t want to let go. You never really did. You were just waiting for him to give you a sign so you could make it look like you were jumping off together instead of you pathetically holding on as he disappears behind you.

But from the way his thumb traces your jaw and his other hand reaches forward to take your hand in his, you think maybe he’s been utilizing the same strategy, and he’s been just as scared as you.

Well, now you can either let go or try to pull yourself up.

So.

Are you a coward or not?

He wets his lips before his eyes drop. He looks defeated. And at that moment you decide – fuck it.

Between the gymnastics and dragging your high parents to bed and all this fucking holding you’ve been doing inside of you, you’ve got strong enough arms.

So.

Fuck it.

“El, I don’t-“

“I love you,” you say without thinking. “And yes I’m tequila drunk, but I don’t think that takes away from-“

You’re stopped as he leans forward and presses his lips to yours, cutting you off. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him in closer and deepening the kiss. You feel him pulling at your top and you shimmy it off and over your head, tossing it to the side before dipping your hands down and unbuckling his belt as he unbuttons his shirt before you. You drop your hand down the front of his pants, jerking him softly as he moans into your mouth. You feel him guiding you to the couch, and when the back of your knees hit the arm you drop down and begin to pull his pants down for him as he rids himself of his shirt. You’re about to take him in your mouth when he pushes you down, your back hitting the cheap leather as he crawls over you, pulling your skirt up to your hips. He pauses.

“You always skip the underwear in girls' night?”

“Only when I’m coming back to you.”

That gets him, because a second later he’s between your legs, thrusting inside of you. You let out a cry and drop your head back, exposing your neck to him as he continues to pump into, his hands reaching behind and you and grabbing a fistful of your hair.

“Say it again,” he says.

“I don’t wear underwear-“

“No,” he growls, dropping his hand down between your legs to play with you. You let out another little cry.

“I love you,” you say. “I-I’ve loved you for a long time- ahhh!” The next thrust hits a little too well. “Ah, fuck, Javi- right there-“

“Keep going-“

“YOU keep going- fuck, has your dick gotten bigger?”

“El-“ he lets out a moan. Taking advantage of the moment, you slip out from under him and switch positions, pressing him back onto the couch and climbing atop of him. His hands settle on your hips as you ride him, pulling sounds from him that echo around your living room. When you cum he’s not long after, and the two of you collapse onto each other, breathing heavily as you come down with his hand holding the back of your neck.

“Hey,” he says finally. You lift your head and sit up, looking down at him. His eyes are glassy, and the look on his face makes you giggle.

“Are you drunk?”

“Yes,” he says. “But a wise woman once said that doesn’t take away from what I have to say.”

“She sounds smart, you should fuck her,” you say, moving to stand. He catches your wrist, pulling you back down onto his lap with a bounce.

“Give a girl a few minutes before round two-“

He cuts you off with a kiss. It’s slow and soft and you melt into it. The way you always melt into him.

When he pulls away, you chase after his grinning lips. He brings a hand to the side of your face, tracing his fingers down the side of your cheek.

“I love you, too.” He says. “I don’t know what that’s worth…but I do.”

You lean in, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

"Baby," you say "It's worth everything."

In the morning, you’ll have to contend with the knowing look Steve gives the two of you before asking “Good night?”, a joke that earns him a look from Javi and a deep blush and muttered apology from you. You’ll have to put up with the squeals from Maritza, Lisa, and Alessa when you tell them in the staff room during lunch. You’ll even get a look from your upstairs neighbor when you pass him and his fresh fish that next afternoon. Most of all, you’ll have to consider what the fuck this means for you and Javi and this scary, exhilarating little life you’re leading.

But.

Right now, you’re naked and smoking a cigarette on the couch with the man you love who loves you back, and you’re both laughing, and that's more than enough.

taglist: @fuckoffbard

#javier peña #javier peña x reader #javier Peña x oc #narcos #it's nothing serious #fic

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girlgrouptrash101 · 3 years

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Cooking with Loona

Request: "i know requests are closed and i’m reallyyy sorryyyy 🥺 i’ve been going through a lot and i just didn’t have time and didn’t feel right enough to ask this: maybe cooking with loona??"

A/N: to the anonnie that requested this, i hope you're feeling better and ily ❤️❤️

(had to put a keep reading tab cuz the post was too damn long f)

- C

Heejin:

we’ve all seen the cement brownie she tried to give to chuu on her birthday vlive..... yeah....

she always skips like half the steps when she’s following recipes and then gets confused when her food doesn’t turn out the same like,, Heejins sweetie pleASE-

lowkey can’t cook but she thinks she can because you hype her up too much

like she will serve you a dish that will somehow be both burnt and cold at the same time and you still tell her she did amazing because it makes her so happy and that’s all that matters

your guys’ favourite thing to make together is probably cupcakes or cakes

because you get to bake them and Heejin gets to decorate them, and they always end up looking and tasting immaculate

everything in your guys’ relationship works better when you’re together, you two simply complete each other :’)

Hyunjin:

not only does she make the most kickass bread but girlie really is a chef of all cuisines too

you still don’t know how or where she even learned to cook so well but you aren’t complaining at all

whatever you feel like eating, Hyunjin knows how to cook it to absolute perfection and she always offers to teach you how to make your favourite dishes

you two also have matching yellow cat aprons uwu

the kind of girl to either kick you out of her kitchen for distracting her while she’s making a meal or else back hug you and help you stir a bowl with her hand over yours all romantically

it literally just depends what mood she’s in at that very moment

highkey loves loves loves cooking for you and surprising you with dinner after a long day, because her favourite thing to do is put a smile on your face :D

Haseul:

starts off really strong and sticks to the recipe... but then her mind wanders and she's like,,, well,,, what if i add this????

and you're like haseul,,,, please don't put chilli peppers in Kim lips birthday cake, i promise she can do without them,,,,,

she finds cooking in the dorms a bit stressful, doing her best to feed the hungry members after a long day of practice

so cooking with you tends to be a much more therapeutic experience, just you two, a bit of music and some tasty treats

but she of course brings back plenty of wonderful bakes for her members to enjoy too, they're literally her babies she is can't just let them STARVE 😔🙄😢

lowkey pretends she's having trouble stirring so you'll reach from the back and help her with the spoon all romantically

miss haseul you are not slick we SEE YOU

Yeojin:

yes she did in fact bejewel her cookery book

"yeojin... I can't even read the recipes, there's too much glitter!!"

"Well Y/N, sometimes, sacrifices have to be made in the name of beauty."

said sacrifices are usually cupcakes and cakes that don't rise, burnt food or just complete mush that doesn't even look like food

however, when yeojin is fully dedicated she can pack a mean lunch, sometimes she makes them for you when you're going off to school/work, and she always makes sure presentation is A+

prefers to just go out to cafes/restaurants on dates rather than cook

but that doesn't mean there haven't been times where you and her have been in the kitchen at 2am, trying to make a gigantic cake for you and all her members to share 😌

Vivi:

has the most peaceful, lofi cooking playlist ever

you two work in harmony, always helping one another but never tripping over the other in the kitchen

it's so harmonious it's like.... y'all were meant to be or sumn idk 😳😳😳

however if u try to eat any batter she will smack ur hand and be like no ⛔ that is for LATER hfhdhd

her hair always gets tied up in the cutest little bun when she's baking, and that along with her fairy apron makes her look like an actual princess

she also LOVES cooking/teaching you how to make her favourite foods from Hong Kong that she'd always make with her mom

those meals always help her when she's homesick, and with you by her side make her feel like she's not alone 🥺

Kim Lip:

CEO of pretending she has everything under control when in reality she has absolutely no idea what’s going on

“Uhhh Jungeun, is something burning?” “NOPE NOPE IDK WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT HA HA HA........”

wants to put your apron on you every time but she’s always way too shy to ask so she just resorts to back-hugging you until you get the hint and let her tie a cute little bow behind your back with the apron string hehe

makes pretty decent food when she’s not flailing around and panicking over a single grain of rice that escaped from the pot or something

however she refuses to admit when she messes up in the kitchen

like she could burn something to a crisp or use completely the wrong ingredients but she’d still eat every bite just to prove she’s the best cook in the house

if your food sucks she will tell you to your face, followed by a kiss so you forget about the fact she just roasted your cooking skills lol

Jinsoul:

Jinsoul gives off Hawaiian shirt drunk uncle at the family barbecue vibes who won't let anyone near the steaks

and you're like,, Jinsoul do you even know what you're doing????????? to which she responds - "food, heat, it's cooking. isn't that all i need to know?"

chaotic but refuses to acknowledge the chaos she causes in the kitchen

so when you have baking dates u have to keep such a close eye on her to make sure she isn't going to poison anyone with her creations

once she gets into it tho, she's grooving around the kitchen in her little robot apron, dancing to Christmas songs when it's not even Christmas and just 10/10 having a blast

not really the biggest fan of cooking but she knows you are, and since you help her build her gundams she does like to try and help our properly in the kitchen when she can

perhaps Jinsoul best girl???? perhaps??????

Choerry:

hello this sunshine absolutely LOVES baking, especially for others because putting a smile on someone's face is her main goal in life

she loves decorating with icing too, her go to patterns are smiley faces, flowers and the sun!

her playlists are always so upbeat, the two of you end up bouncing around the kitchen singing at the top of your lungs as you work

LOVES LOVES LOOOOOVES backhugs, especially recieving them,,, it makes her feel all worm and mushy inside hehe

also likes to kiss face icing off of your face, just to have an excuse to give you as many little pecks as she so desires

choerry always makes you a birthday cake every year, and she puts so much work into it, it absolutely melts your heart

plus it makes her happy to see you eating well and having a good time, she truly just is the biggest sweetheart :']

Yves:

she always says yes whenever you ask her to cook with you, but only because she just wants to flirt with you for an hour

"why do we need to make all this food, when the real snack is right in front of me? 😏"

cooking with you actually really does make her happy though, she loves that she can be so domestic with you, it's such an amazing break from her hectic life

also lowkey makes her feel like you're a married couple... and you best believe Yves can't wait to wife you up

she doesn't suck at cooking, but has often times gotten,,, ahem,,,, somewhat distracted and has prioritized making out with you against the kitchen counter rather than how long the food has been cooking, which ends up in a lot of burnt meals

baking with her is really a time, and has more than once ended in a very messy food fight because Yves wouldn't stop smearing icing all over your face 💔

her specialty is dialing the local takeaway and ordering food instead ✨ okay Yves Ramsey go off ✨

Chuu:

this baby girl is just torn between actually wanting to cook or just asking you to cook with her so she can get affection from you (as if she doesn't get that anyway smh)

backhugs except she won't let go

whenever she's making something she calls you over and she's like "Y/N is this okay?" and always asks for kisses as a reward for doing good

will feed you every single ingredient no questions asked

she loves surprising you with meals on very random occasions though, for example that one time she cooked your favourite food because it was the anniversary of the first time she got sick while dating you

she's actually a pretty good cook when she puts her mind to it though, she loves making good food that'll cheer people up when they really need it

btw you will be forced to wear matching aprons and they will be the pinkest, loudest and sparkliest ones that she can get her hands on ✨

Go Won:

have the fire service on speed dial before you even think about cooking with gowon omg

you literally also need to have indestructible tastebuds because she WILL destroy them

her speciality is starting fires and combining foods that were NEVER. EVER. E V E R. meant to be combined 😭😭

"babe come try this dish!! it's ramen mixed with coca cola, jelly and vegetable soup!!! it tastes GREAT trust me"

at the end of the day you just leave her be in the kitchen because at least she's having fun LMAO

(just always have a fire hydrant by your side okay??? she set the loona dorm on fire making chicken nuggets once...)

despite all her chaos, she somehow always produces something edible at the end and.... sometimes it actually tastes good too???

Olivia Hye:

lets you do all the work cuz she's worried she "might mess it up" when in reality she just wants to order takeout and cuddle instead smhhh

will probably follow you around the kitchen or rest her head on your shoulder while you do all the cooking, because this tsundere is secretly the biggest softie for you

she's actually a decent chef when she's motivated to help though

like she even put together a cooking playlist for you guys - which she very shyly revealed to you one time, a slight blush on her cheeks as she played the songs for you

cuz miss olhye is very much a romantic, she just doesn't have the confidence to show you all that yet hehe

her favourite is making desserts because well,,,, she gets to eat the batter and also gets tasty treats at the end

10/10 cooking backhugs also 🖐️😌

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a-forgotten-spirit · 4 years

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Wear It More (Dabi x reader 18+)

Credit for photo is Casentine. I was unable to find the link to the owner even with searching the photo on google. It only came up with pinterest and a tweeter that has been deleted. If this is yours feel free to message me. ________________________________________________________________

Pairing: Dabi x Reader (18+)

Summary: Missing Dabi turns into Anger sex which turns into possessive sex.

Words: +-4100

Warnings: SFW: Burning people, angry at Dabi, the league, wearing Dabi’s clothing, loneliness, sad, arguments, swearing, Dabi not listening, screaming, kissing, possessive, Dabi is so in love with you it’s obsessive, mention of murder, blood, NSFW: Slight size difference, choking, being called baby/Princess, instructions, groping, whimpering, touching, fingering, dirty talk, moaning, ripping off clothing, rules, orders, pinned down, oral (receiving), punishment (the good kind), manipulation, gripping sheets, eyes rolling, tears of pleasure, begging, ruined orgasm, legs shaking, apologizing, being ‘owned’, hair pulling, intercourse (bonding), genital piercings, watching, rough (?), cremepie, orgasms.

A/N: HAPPY KINKTOBER! I will not be updating every day but I will be trying to do as much as possible. Again I say this is a hobby and I have school. However I do have a soft spot for the burnt boi. I am doing commissions, but I am also taking suggestions for future Kinktober updates.

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Waking up to an empty bed wasn’t uncommon, the fire user always had some mission to take care of, some person who wound up burnt to a crisp on the news, some new issue with the league. It was normal though I wished it wasn’t my normal. I had tried to make Dabi leave the league he always said we’d talk about it another time and then kissed me until I forgot about it. I sighed rolling around in the fluffy sheets, sitting up I put my legs over the bed feeling the chill in the air I made my way to the bathroom to do my daily routine without Dabi. Seeing his toothbrush bugged me, seeing his skin products made me want to throw them out a window. I walked out into the room with a growl, I loved him with all my heart and soul but it bothered me he cared more about the league than our time together, sure that was his ‘job’ but they didn’t care for Stain they just wanted the numbers. About to leave the room I saw a piece of fabric on the chair by the desk, walking over in anger that he couldn’t even just put it in the laundry I picked it up, a fluffy new jumper. Worn maybe once, bringing it to my face I breathed in his scent, I loved him more than life itself, his scent was like heaven, like a woodfire. Within seconds I was throwing my shirt off into the basket and pulling it on, Dabi was bigger than I, his height a major factor. Once the jumper was on I smiled and moved to put on some socks from the drawer, plain old shin-high black ones, just to keep me warm. A little counterproductive that I was only wearing underwear but after some food and a blanket I’d be fine.

Walking out to the kitchen I began to make food and without realising make some for Dabi as well, when plating I realised I had indeed made enough for another portion of the noddles with vegetables and chicken and his favourite sauce. I missed him, I was angry because I missed him. I put his portion in the fridge, we had at least moved to an apartment, it may be run by villains but it was home. I sat down and began to eat, alone. The food was good, more than good though that didn’t stop me from looking at the empty seat as I ate, washing the dishes after I had eaten I just wanted to go lay down and wallow for a bit. Walking back into the room I grabbed my phone from where it was placed and looked, no new messages, no surprise there. I was going to give this boy a piece of my mind when he got home. Moving back into the now cold sheets I wiggled until it was just my head out of the blankets, and played on my phone until I heard the door open a few hours later.

Looking up I sat up from my warm place on the bed “Y/N I’m home” I heard the call out as he did every time he came home, his tone was off from the happy one he usually had but I didn’t respond only locking my phone and getting up from the bed to walk and stand in the doorway to our room. I crossed my arm staring at him. “Y/N are you home” he called out his back to me as he took off his jacket and shoes.

“I am” I gritted out and his head turned to look at me and I stomped over to him “I am over you just leaving at the crack of dawn without a note, time or even just fucking message. Dabi I am sick of you just leaving with no notice, you spend all of your time with” I paused as he just stared at me, waving my hand in his face I huffed “Are you even listening” I asked and his eyes never left their wide look “Dabi” I called and threw my arms out in anger.

“Is that my jumper” I looked down and then back up at his as he looked me over. Of all, I just said he only noticed I had stolen his jumper, that’s it. He saw nothing else with this conversation. I was astounded he really could not give two shits about this conversation.

I didn’t care he was a villain or that he was bigger, stronger than me. My quirk wasn’t the best but I had one “Are you fucking kidding” his eyes met my own as they widened and he swallowed “Out of all the things I said you noticed I put on your fucking jumper” I shook my head and let out a yell ‘I’m done, I’m fucking done. I never see you and when I do you eat, sleep or leave again” I looked to him and his eyes had drifted back down “Dabi” I screamed.

His eyes rose from the jumper, was he really that mad I had worn his clothing. I just missed him, not really any more. He stepped forward and eyes narrowed, I swallowed this time. His hand outstretched to grip my neck and he breathed out “You’re so angry” he whispered and his hand gripped tighter my own rising to grip his wrist as I swallowed. “You look so cute baby” his other hand moved along the rim of the jumper which sat on my thigh. A finger moving in between my legs “Open your legs for me baby” I shook my head, I was angry. I was angry and he needed to know. “Baby I will not ask again” eyes glowing I opened my legs and his fingers were instantly on my underwear, that I didn’t realise was wet. “You’re so good for me” his muttered.

Leaning forward his lips crashed into my own as his fingers began to move around touching and groping. I whimpered as his hand tightened again. “Dabi” I whispered out “I’m mad at you” I looked to him as my breath hitched with the perfect circular motion of his fingers.

“I can see that” he responded and moved forward “Why don’t I make it up to you,” he asked and I growled, that was a solution that will end. I shook my head and he tilted his own “I will stay home more, how’s that” he asked and I looked down, I was going to get my point across. His fingers went past my underwear and my knees buckled and he pushed his fingers between my folds.

“Dabi” I moaned, it was instinct. I couldn’t help it, I wanted him. I wanted him so bad. I just wanted him that was the whole fight, I wanted more time with him. I wanted to see him more, spend more time with him was that so bad. I just wanted to be loved “Dabi” my legs shook not able to hold myself up.

His hands left my body and I was hoisted into his arms, I put my head into his neck and breathed out my legs shook lightly, he always knew where to touch, where to press, he knew my body better then I did. We were moving, walking to the room and his lips came to my ear “I am going to ruin you Princess” I moaned into his shoulder. I was thrown onto the bed my body bouncing lightly and he was there, ripping off my underwear within a second. My hands came to the hem of the jumper. “Leave it” my hands stopped and I looked up “You look so fucking cute” he was ripping his own clothes off now. I looked down, this is not where the argument was meant to go but I never wanted this to end. My hands came to push the jumper down to cover myself as he unclothed, scarred skin and staples on show. “Come on move your hands” he whispered looking down to my flushed cheeks.

“I’m still mad at you” I breathed my breath hard and uneven as I held the hem of the jumper tighter over my core. “I wanted an argument” I looked up to him, his eyes were narrowed. “I wanted to yell and scream at you, you can’t just turn it into this when I’m mad. I know you’ll go back straight after this” I finished my head clearing even if only for a moment.

“Princess” he paused a smirk growing across his face “Move your hands” he pronounced each syllable with such anger that I couldn’t help the way my body swallowed and I shrank into the sheets of our bed. I didn’t listen to him, I gripped the jumper tighter “I will not ask again” he growled and I felt my body turn to mush as my hands let go and I was pinned to the bed. “Why are you being bad for me” I didn’t think I was being bad.

“Wait what” I knew what that meant, I shook my head “I’m not being bad, I wanted you to notice how much time you’re away from me” I called out as he moved in between my legs and I could feel his heat along my thigh, I didn’t dare look away from his eyes.

“You said you wanted an argument, you said you wanted to yell and scream” he looked at me and my eyes grew wide, why did I say that. That wasn’t meant to come out, I hadn’t even noticed. This was awful, what did I just do. “If you wanted to scream all you had to do was ask” his hands left my wrists and I knew damn well not to move them.

His body folded and I could feel his hot breath on my core, I looked to the ceiling, that’s all I could do. I had dug this hole now it was my time to lay it in. A slow but purposeful lick came to my centre and I bit my lip to try and keep the sound in my throat from escaping. His tongue was hot as his hands gripped my thighs holding them open. A growl left his lips and I felt the vibration along my very spine. Another long lick from my hole to my clit then he began to swirl. I couldn’t move my hands, I’d be punished more if I did, I wanted to cover my mouth, cover my eyes from this embarrassment. His tongue was so hot as the tip swirl around my bud, my leg twitched and I could feel the twitch of a smirk on his face.

His head rose and I didn’t look at him “It’s cute you’re trying to hold all of your noises in” he was crawling up my body his face now over my own “You look so cute baby” he looked over my face and smiled so softly I believe he could never do wrong. A hand came dragging along my core and I closed my eyes. “Eyes open” I opened my eyes “Look at me” my eyes slowly drifted to his own, a glowing blue like his flames, they burned through me. A finger teased my hole and I felt my chest heave. “Why did you want a fight,” he asked and I breathed out, just as I opened my mouth his finger entered me fast and without resistance. “I’m waiting for a response baby” my hands flexed and I breathed, I had to answer him. My mouth opened again but I only moaned with another thrust from his hand “I’m still waiting” he added and then another finger joined the first “Why aren’t you answering me” I couldn’t my leg twitched at his side his fingers moved continuously. “You know that’s against the rules” his fingers sped up.

“Dabi” I whimpered my hands flexing and I saw his eyes drift to them then back an eyebrow raised, another rule I’d be breaking if I moved them. “Please” I wasn’t able to finish the word as my eyes rolled back and I moaned softly as he continued to move, this wasn’t fair.

“You’re being so naughty tonight” he shook his head and his fingers left my insides to rub my clit and it was an overload of feeling as my eyes went wide and I bit my lip with a vigour unknown to the gods themselves. “Answer me, why did you want a fight. You know how I feel about us fighting” he asked slowly and then his fingers moved faster. I couldn’t stop as I moaned and my hands turned to grip the sheets, his eyes moved to them and then looked back, though he didn’t mention anything. “You are just not answering me tonight, why is that” I wanted to answer but as another moan was ripped out of my throat I couldn’t. He was moving so perfectly, he knew exactly what he was doing, he knew what this did to me, he knew everything.

I could feel the pressure building another rule I’d break if I let it go “Dabi” I whimpered and my watery eyes met his own in pleading “Dabi” it was the only word my mouth could formulate. His eyes met me own and he waited “Please, I need” my head fell back my eyes rolling as he moved his other hand to pump his fingers inside me still watching my face.

“Need what Princess, come on you can tell me” he paused still moving both of his hands to pleasure me in such a way, he knew I was going to cum whether I tried to stop it or not. I clenched my abdomen meaning I clenched around his fingers without meaning too and a small laugh came from his lips. “Come on what do you need,” he asked so innocently.

“I need” I breathed out and choked back a cry of pleasure. “I need to cum” I moaned all thought leaving me. I needed to cum, I couldn’t care less about the fight. That’s what he wanted, he wanted me to submit and let it go as I had so many times before. I wanted to hold onto the fight but he treated me so well when he wasn’t away, he treated me so well.

“You need to cum baby,” he asked his hands moving faster, the friction was perfect oh so perfect, I had no idea how his core strength could hold him over my body and also do this but I didn’t care this is what I wanted, I wanted him to take care of me, to spend time with me. “How badly,” he asked and my eyes rolled back with a powerful thrust of his fingers, the sheets would be soaked. He leaned down and I met his eyes he looked down to my lips and as I moved forward going to kiss him he smirked “You don’t deserve to” and all movement stopped and his hands left my body. My eyes went wide and my arms lifted from the bed only to be pinned back down to the bed and I tried to get any friction against my core. “Oh are you mad” he cooed and a tear rolled down my cheek as the pleasure faded.

“Why would you” I breathed out my chest shaking with each exhale, my legs shook as they sat against his hips. “Dabi I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have” I began, I had no willpower against him, I wanted to fall at his feet, I wanted to follow him, let him do what he wanted. I was his. “Please” the apologies began, the whimpers and everything I had done came pouring out. My plans the whole day “I put on your jumper because I missed you, it smells like you, I’m sorry Dabi, I’m sorry please just please” the words fell from my lips like nothing, there was no filter, no thought only him.

“See” he cooed a hand leaving my wrist to drag down my cheek, I instantly put my cheek into his hand “I own you” I nodded into his hand “You didn’t want to fight, you missed me, didn’t you. Fighting just gets my attention” I nodded again into his palm, like a cat, like some sort of pet. “I understand baby. Come on, let me make it up to you, you seem so stressed” hand left me and moved to open my legs as he moved forward “We can be one again, just say yes and we can be together” he whispered leaning down to kiss my forehead.

His words ran through my head, we could be one. I was his, I was his. I belonged to him. I wanted to be with him forever. “Yes,” I whispered “Please, please” I began and saw his smile grow in fondness “Please I’m yours, I’m yours” I nodded eyes clouded in need and lust. “Please Dabi, I need you” I whimpered and felt him press to my core slowly, his hands held my thighs up and he looked down. “Please, please” I whimpered, I needed him. I needed him inside me. I needed to feel him.

“You know I’d give you anything. All you have to do is ask” he whispered, I knew he meant it. If I actually asked him to leave the league he would, if I asked him to burn the world to the ground, he would. If I asked him to do anything he would make it possible. His lips crashed into my own just as his hips did. I felt so full and a moan fell from my lips as he did. Lips moving with so much vigour, I didn’t care anymore. My hands moved to run through his hair and then gripped harshly into his roots as he nestled his cock inside me. I could feel each vein, each piercing, each pulse. His lips left mine and he was breathing heavily “I’d do anything for you” a thrust of his hips had my hands falling next to my head with my eyes rolling back. “Anything, just say the word” his eyes were wide and his breathing hard, like a predator trying to convince the prey to step past the fence “Anything and it’s yours” he added hands moving to grip my thighs pushing them to my chest and moving his hips. “You’re mine” he breathed out and we met eyes “Holy fuck you’re mine, you’re actually mine” he was repeating himself with each thrust.

I nodded my head not able to have words leave my lips, he was beautiful, oh so beautiful when he was like this. I didn’t care he was a villain, I didn’t care he killed people or that he was with the league, I knew he would never harm me. I knew he loved me, that’s why I stayed, that’s why I dealt with the late nights, the red water in the washing machine, the bloodied footprints at the front door, that smell of burnt skin, the click of the first aid kit at 3 am. I dealt with it all, for him, because I loved him. Because he loves me.

His hands moved to behind my knees and bent them slightly, his hips moving to either be completely inside my being or completely outside, there was no in-between. My socked feet pointed with pleasure one of my sleeve covered hands rested against my mouth and the other on his abdomen fingers outstretched along his abs and scarred flesh. His cock was stretching my walls so nicely that I wanted to thank him, wanted to thank him for his opportunity, this amazing opportunity for him to have me, to have him.

“I want to hear you” he moved down to whisper “Please let me hear how I’m making you feel” my hand moved and then he moved back and looked down to where he was entering my body, I flushed moving the jumper to hold it against his abdomen to hide what he wanted to look at, he slowed down holding himself as deep as he could go, as deep as my body could allow his cock, he was so big, so thick, so perfect. His eyes looked to my own, a blush covering my cheeks “Move your hands” is was so soft but I knew the undertone.

“Don’t watch” I looked away, sure he had seen me naked, we were literally in the middle of bonding but the way he watched himself disappear inside me, made my walls clench and eyes flutter. “It’s embarrassing” I whispered, his cock was pulsing and so hot. So ungodly hot, he ran warmer than most but his cock was burning like his body wanted to ingrain into my own that without this heat I would freeze.

“I want to watch us connect. I want it drawn into my brain, I want to be able to recite every single detail by memory. I want to be able to close my eyes and have a perfect picture. This is for us and us alone. I was your first and I will be your last, this is our thing that no one else can have” his eyes met my own again “You are mine, no one on this whole planet will ever see you like this” he paused “But me” fingers gripped behind my knees tighter “Move your hands” and I did moving my hands to beside my head fingers slightly curled and everything he wanted to see on full view. His hips moved out slowly and then back in “This, this is us” he whispered watching as his cock entered and existed me “No one will ever get the pleasure to call you theirs, no one but me” he nodded and then my knees were against my chest as he pistoned into my body. “You’re mine” he growled lowly “Forever” he added “More than forever” I didn’t hold back my moans, hands gripping his arms to ground myself.

He was moving so fast and so perfectly into that bundle of nerves inside me like it called to him, he knew how to pleasure me, how to absolutely own me, he knew me, this was for me. The pressure was building, faster then I was ready, I clenched around his cock as my body got ready for release. “Dabi” I whimpered and his eyes instantly went to my own “I need to cum” I stuttered in between moans and a smile graced his face.

“Wait, baby and we can cum together,” he asked and I did nothing but nod and clench my abdomen to try and hold on. My nails dug into his arms, the scarred tissue he couldn’t feel all that well, my moans were loud and my breathing uneven. His hips did not let up their pace or vigour as he began to groan himself. “Baby” my watery eyes met his own and he smiled “Together,” he asked and I nodded. “You’re mine, forever” it was a threat and with those words, he thrusted as deep as he could possibly go and everything broke.

My walls clenched around his cock harshly as my orgasm ran through every single one of my cells, each cell shaking and the orgasm ripping through my body like a burst dam, his cock was so deep inside me I could feel his hip bone pressing into my body, cock desperately trying to open the passage to my womb as his cum pumped into the awaiting organ. I whimpered and moaned my thanks as my eyes rolled back and my legs shook. His seed was burning like his body was trying to show my own he was here and to remember what this felt like. I never forgot. The shaking slowed down and his breathing eased but his cock never left my body, I didn’t want him too. This was the most connected we could be, I never wanted this to end.

Dabi’s hand raised my head so I could meet his eyes and it was like I could see everything, we were connected. “You’re mine” I nodded “Forever” he whispered with a small smirk like he had won something everyone was after. “You look so cute in my jumper baby, wear it more. I want to be with you when I can’t” I nodded again and our lips met for another kiss.

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bnha-and-more-imagines · 4 years

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izuku, bakugo, and todoroki's s/o getting harassed by mineta, but the problem is that the s/o is too dense to understand what the fucking grape rat is saying

A/N: “Grape rat” Anon, please. That’s an insult to rats! Hope you enjoy though!!

Warnings: Sexual harassment, language

Izuku Midoriya

They were in Izuku’s dorm room, studying for an upcoming test together.

”Hey Deku-kun, did you know that Mineta-kun has a small clothing business in his room?” (Y/N) asked him randomly.

”What?” He asked her, thoroughly confused.

”Yup! But he told me that my clothes would be 100% off, so I don’t know how he makes money from it.”

He sputtered, cheeks red. “W-w-what?! (L/N)-chan, d-don’t you know what he meant?”

She looked up at him innocently, “Hm? No, what did he mean?”

He tried to find the words to explain to her, but he couldn’t. Not with her gazing at him so innocently.

“N-nothing… Let’s just keep studying, ok?”

Later on, after she’d left his room, Izuku made, his way to Mineta’s room. He knocked a few times.

Mineta opened the door, but before he could say anything Izuku spoke.

”Mineta-kun, I normally don’t like confrontations, but I don’t appreciate the things you say to (L/N)-chan. Please stop, or I’ll have to get involved.” He said sternly.

”S-sure thing, bro!” Mineta said shakily, never having been on the other side of Izuku’s anger.

“Thank you.” Izuku said and left, satisfied that (Y/N) wouldn’t have to listen to those things anymore.

Bakugou Katsuki

(Y/N) was very friendly towards everyone.

She grew up in an openly affectionate household, so touching others wasn’t a foreign concept for her.

However, she was also gullible. Which Mineta took to his advantage.

He’d hug her at random times and bury his face in her chest.

Other time’s he’d grope her butt or chest and play it off as a joke or accident.

(Y/N) was completely oblivious to it all.

One day, though, Mineta made the mistake of ‘accidentally’ groping her chest while Bakugou was in the same room.

Before anyone could blink, Bakugou held Mineta up by his throat. “Mind explaining why the fuck you were touching my girlfriend’s chest?!” He yelled.

Mineta blanched at his words, “G-g-girlfriend?!” He didn’t know. Nobody knew the two of them were dating as the two had agreed to keep it on the low.

Mineta starts begging for his life, sobbing and apologizing. But Bakugou wasn’t having any of it.

He blasts Mineta out of the dorm. “Die, shitty grape!” He screamed.

“Katsuki! Why’d you do that?! It was an accident!” (Y/N) yelled.

”Accident my ass! You need to stop being so goddamn trusting!”

What followed was a long, looong lecture.

Needless to say, Mineta never even glanced at (Y/N) after that.

Shouto Todoroki

It started off with small flirtations.

”Hey (L/N)-chan! I’m no photographer, but I can picture you and me together.” He waggled his eyebrows.

”Oh, I’m not ready for a photo right now. Sorry!”

Todoroki didn’t really pay much attention at first, because they were relatively harmless and (Y/N) didn’t seem to notice what was going on.

His attraction to her was something he’d kept to himself, too.

Mineta kept going until they started getting very inappropriate.

”Is your dad a baker? Because you’ve got a nice set of buns”

“No, he works at a bank.” She replied innocently.

”Well, were you raised on a chicken farm? Because you sure know how to raise a co-” He was interrupted.

”Mineta-kun” Todoroki stood there, glaring coldly. “Would you mind keeping your mouth shut. Your vulgarity is getting on my nerves.”

Mineta closed his mouth and quickly nodded, terrified of being frozen solid or burnt to a crisp. Or both.

”And stop bothering (L/N)-san, I’m sure she’s got more important things to do than to hear you all day.”

Todoroki looked at her, “If he keeps pestering you, let me know.”

(Y/N) smiled and nodded, a little confused but glad she could focus on her own things now.

From then on, Todoroki made sure he was near her whenever Mineta was around.

#bnha imagines #bnha headcanons #izuku midoriya #deku x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #shoto todoroki #todoroki shouto #todoroki x reader #shouto x reader #shouto todoroki

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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Not Your Problem, Love (Taywhora) - Phryne

Thank you all for saving me a seat on the clown bus; glad to have my turn at honking the horn! This fic comes from the prompt “I think I would rather eat expired spam,” submitted by @artificialortega. The gist is: they’re roommates, they’re exes, and they’re emotionally stunted.

Thank you as always to my wonderful girlfriend @scarletenvy, who betaed this piece, reminded me lovingly about my tenses, and encouraged me the whole way through. Take a minute to check out her writing too—you won’t regret it.

A’whora pushes the pedal of her sewing machine back just a nudge and stretches out her legs. She rolls the last couple stitches back and forth, then cuts the threads unceremoniously, resigning herself to completing the project sometime in the early morning, after some food and some beauty sleep. It wasn’t as though she was going to sleep much tonight anyway.

She rolls her shoulders, easing the tightness gathering there and trailing down her lower back, pulling herself to her feet. As much as she loves the chair her and Tayce drunkenly rescued from the curb many months ago, hauled four flights up their cramped stairwell and shoved into A’whora’s office, the air light and crisp and giggling along with them; as much as she loved drinking Tesco chard, the bottle passed between them as she taught Tayce how to sew patches of scrap fabric into the chair to hold the bursting stuffing back, bandaging and sloppily kissing many a pricked finger, it still hurts after a while. It always does.

So Awhora throws back the last of her cuppa and heads down the hallway, stopping at the smoke detector flush against the wall, getting on her tip-toes, tapping a cotted finger against the button until it gives a firm beep. She doesn’t want the apartment to burn down, partially because she couldn’t bear to see a dress she’s already put twenty hours of work into to go up in flames, partially because she doesn’t want a reason for the lease to break early, partially because fire kills people.

“What’s with all the candles?” A’whora asks, slipping the cot off of her finger and into the bin. She asks, though she already knows. It’s not as though Tayce has changed much, and Tayce was always one to set a scene for date nights, so the candles and stemless wine glasses aren’t out of place. She doesn’t give Tayce the chance to answer, choosing to jab at her instead. “Lavender doesn’t cover the smell of burnt rubber, babes.”

Tayce rolls her eyes in return, still stirring frantically at the pot in front of her. “You’re not helpful, Whora,” she drawls, now jabbing at whatever’s in that wretched pot with the back end of the wooden spoon, red sauce splattering across the stovetop, sticking in Tayce’s brow. “Fuck.”

Awhora rounds the counter, grabbing at Tayce’s arm. “Slow down, Hannibal,” she chases with a laugh, taking the spoon from Tayce to stop the violent prodding and stop herself from wiping the sauce out of her brow. “Back it up and tell me what we’re doing here.”

“What I think I’m doing here is massacring a piece of chicken until it’s cooked.” Tayce takes the spoon back, giving it a once over before tossing it into the already full sink.

“Well…” A’whora grabs a fork and bumps Tayce’s hip away from the stove. “For starters, turn the burner off.” She brushes the pasta and sauce away from the chicken, holds it up in front of her face, and gives it a good once over. “And surprise…it’s burnt.” She then sticks it in Tayce’s face, watching intently as her eyes cross in front of the blackened chicken.

If Tayce’s bemused sigh—as though she didn’t know food could be overcooked—doesn’t do her in, then her pursed, plump lips surely do, like she’s brainstorming ways to unburn the chicken, or better yet, ways to have A’whora fix it like she always did, well, still does.

“Just try it to be sure, yeah?”

A’whora wrinkles her nose, returning the chicken to the pot and poking at it like it might grow legs and get on up. “I think I’d rather eat Spam, bloody canned meat, than this.”

“At least this isn’t bloody, innit?”

A’whora gives a playful shove. “You’re stupid,” she says, though she know’s she’s endeared by how quick Tayce thinks she is, how she jokes even when she’s fucked up, how A’whora wished she could do the same. She dodges Tayce’s return shove to grab the bin, nearly spilling over, and drags it to the stove. “You put the chicken in raw, or you cooked it first?”

“You just put it in, let it cook with everything else, of course,” Tayce replies easily. “So we just take the chicken out and it’s a lovely Italian meal. I say I’m going vegetarian and she’s taken by my love of animals…”

“You got to bin the whole thing.” A’whora interrupts, making a move for the pot, but Tayce grabs her wrist.

“Just try some of the pasta. Maybe that’s done right.”

“It’s not. It’s gonna give me food poisoning, babe.” A’whora knows it’s a touch blunt for the woman she knows can barely heat beans from a can, but is clearly trying, and that adding “babe” does nothing to soften it. She’d like to blame the feeling of Tayce’s slender fingers wrapped around her wrist on her snappishness, but she knows that makes her melt beyond her control if anything.

Tayce scrapes the pot, muttering to the pasta “Suppose she thinks she’s a chef now. Right Gordon Ramsey but can’t make much more than a bowl of shreddies.”

A’whora should be offended, but it’s true. And it’s Tayce.

“I don’t know what to do, but I know what not to do, at least.” She clears her throat and tries again, releasing her wrist and holding out her hand for the fork. Tayce obliges. “You can’t put raw meat in cooked food. The chicken’s got germs and you’re overcooking the pasta and you’re boiling down the sauce to a paste.” She tries scraping a mushy noodle from the side of the pan. “That’s three reasons why I’d rather eat expired Spam, with my freshly manicured fingers, than try this, love.”

“Little old me got an upgrade to the fingers, huh.” After Tayce’s smirk falls into an indignant huff, she steals the fork back. “Lucky it’s not for you, dear.” She picks out the chicken and flicks it into the bin.

“I’m just saying, you’re not getting fucked after feeding her that.” A’whora grabs the paper towel roll and wipes down the counter as best she can, knowing it’s going to need a good scrub later. From the sauce, of course.

Setting the fork down, Tayce tilts her head toward A’whora. “That’s not really your problem anymore,” she says, and A’whora almost thinks she’s imagining the lilting, coy tone, though she’s sure she’s not imagining the lightheadedness that comes along with it.

She swallows. “Well, I still genuinely care about you and your pussy, so I suggest you toss that in the bin and grab some takeaway.” She makes her way to the living room, tugging on a pair of boots before grabbing her wallet and phone off the coffee table.

“And if you call in enough time, I might still be out to grab it for you.” A’whora grabs Tayce’s leather jacket off the hook—it’s the only one out here, and she’s not sure if she’s just too lazy to grab her own, or wants to send a message to whatever woman’s coming over—and shrugs it on, stuffing her hands in the pockets. “And if I’m still out, I might actually grab it for you.” She flashes a slick smile, nodding only once Tayce concedes and begins spooning the pasta into the bin.

“That’s a love,” A’whora taunts, waving her phone a bit. “Let me know about the takeaway.”

“Bitch,” Tayce mutters through a soft grin.

A’whora opens the door, and says, into the falling night, “yours,” before heading out and locking up behind her.

#rpdr fanfiction #rpdr uk #uk2 #a'whora #tayce #taywhora #lesbian au #angst #not your problem love #oneshot #but you could convince me to make it multichapter #phryne #concrit welcome #tw brief mentions of blood #submission

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phrynewrites · 3 years

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oh hello there welcome aboard the taywhora clown bus!! could i request a little drabble pls? i will let u choose the au and trope but i would love to see the line “i think i would rather eat expired spam” bc it's hilarious and i can see either of them saying it 💖

Beep beep the bus just drove over the curb. Thank you for the request hun. I had so much fun writing these idiots who clearly don’t know shit about feelings. Enjoy!

AU: Roommates

Trope: Exes

Quote: “I think I would rather eat expired spam.”

Tayce rolls her eyes in return, still stirring frantically at the pot in front of her. “You’re not helpful, Whora,” she drawls, now jabbing at whatever's in that wretched pot with the back end of the wooden spoon, red sauce splattering across the stovetop, sticking in Tayce’s brow. “Fuck.”

“What I think I’m doing here is massacring a piece of chicken until it’s cooked.” Tayce takes the spoon back, giving it a once over before tossing it into the already full sink.

“Well…” A’whora grabs a fork and bumps Tayce’s hip away from the stove. “For starters, turn the burner off.” She brushes the pasta and sauce away from the chicken, holds it up in front of her face, and gives it a good once over. “And surprise...it’s burnt.” She then sticks it in Tayce’s face, watching intently as her eyes cross in front of the blackened chicken.

“Just try it to be sure, yeah?”

A’whora wrinkles her nose, returning the chicken to the pot and poking at it like it might grow legs and get on up. “I think I’d rather eat Spam, bloody canned meat, than this.”

“At least this isn’t bloody, innit?”

“You got to bin the whole thing.” A’whora interrupts, making a move for the pot, but Tayce grabs her wrist.

“Just try some of the pasta. Maybe that’s done right.”

Tayce scrapes the pot, muttering to the pasta “Suppose she thinks she’s a chef now. Right Gordon Ramsey but can’t make much more than a bowl of shreddies.”

A’whora should be offended, but it’s true. And it’s Tayce.

“That’s a love,” A’whora taunts, waving her phone a bit. “Let me know about the takeaway.”

“Bitch,” Tayce mutters through a soft grin.

A’whora opens the door, and says, into the falling night, “yours,” before heading out and locking up behind her.

#for artificialortega #it's possible to convince me to write more of this after i finish up like 3 other wips #yes they're exes and yes they're roommates and no they're not emotionally available #might fuck around and post this to aq and ao3 too just a thought #taywhora #tayora #apparently it's got two tags #phryneff #drabbles #ask phryne #asks answered

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cherrywoes · 3 years

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ichi. (acanthus.)

SAKURA GENTLY RAN HER fingers across the soft, barely there pinpricks of hair at the back of her head. The knots had been too large to untangle without time and copious amounts of conditioner, and while she lamented the loss of growth, she found she quite liked the style. There was enough hair left on the top of her head that it could easily cover the uneven lengths of hair clinging to the bottom half of her scalp. She peered at herself through a small hand mirror Tsunade had provided her and didn’t like what she found. She looked too pale, malnourished, and the once healthy glow she had when she was free had vanished. She looked every bit the prisoner they had made her to be.

Any hope she had previously shriveled up and died when she looked at the crimson mark upon her forehead. When she touched it experimentally, it zinged! into the back of her brain where she felt strange bolts of electricity bounce back and forth within and route back to the mark. It was a very harsh reminder that she was no longer Sakura Haruno—she was someone else, someone who killed her teammates because her pride wouldn’t let her admit to her own weakness.

She gave Tsunade the mirror and pointedly ignored the curious look the Hokage sent her out of the corner of her eye.

“Your trial will be as straightforward as it can be, given the circumstances.” Tsunade tucked the mirror into her pocket with a sigh. She looked tired, as well, as she always did since she had become Hokage. Using sake as her coping mechanism didn’t do her any good, either, despite her younger appearance; Sakura could see it weighing on her, the drag of age and idleness. “I don’t think there’s much you can do in your own defense except to be honest; if you’re lucky, the elders might put you in for an extended prison stay—or they could also execute you outright.”

“Isn’t that what everyone wants though?” Sakura pulled her knees to her chest and squeezed them in an attempt to comfort herself. She didn’t have Naruto to reassure her that everything was okay; he was outside of the village, tracking down an errant Sasuke—his life had boiled down into an endless chase of their former teammate. It was all he could think about the last time she had seen him, his mind focused on dragging him back to Konoha even if it was the last thing the Uchiha wanted for himself. He would hate her, too, for this. “For me to be executed?”

Tsunade frowned. “They want answers, Sakura. The families of the men and women you killed, the wives and husbands and sons and daughters—they all want to know why you did it.”

She closed her eyes, faces flashing through her mind in a quick succession. Yamanaka eyes; Hyuuga eyes; the large frame of an Akamichi, smiling, offering her slices of fruit. “I guess they’ll be disappointed when they learn it was because I lost my abilities and killed them instead because of my own stupidity.”

“You underestimate them, Sakura.” The blonde woman shook her head slowly and gathered up the worn and dirty clothes she had left hanging on the side of the basin. “They’re going to hate you for it. It’s your decision whether or not you give them further reason to hate you even more, or prove them wrong and make up for your mistakes.”

Sakura opened her eyes and stared obstinately at the wall, listening to the words unsaid: if they even accept your apology to begin with.

She didn’t expect acceptance at all.

When Sakura took her first step outside in months, the sun made her eyes water uncontrollably. It was no longer winter within Konoha—not that she had ever favored it to begin with—but autumn, the trees turning from green to a myriad of shades between orange, red, and yellow hues. The grass beneath her shoes was crisp, on the verge of decaying and preparing for the next winter, and filled the air with a familiar scent she hadn’t been sure she would ever experience ever again. The sun was comforting and warm as it surrounded her in a suffocating embrace, her skin already starting to turn rusty red with a sunburn. She didn’t mind it, though—it was almost a reminder of the life she had lied to keep and lost.

“Sakura.” Kakashi stood, waiting for her outside the doors of the prison complex. He was early and nearly on time, Icha Icha Paradise’s sienna cover just barely visible from behind his back, tucked away into his pocket. He looked as tired as Sakura felt, dark eye bags highly visible against his skin, so much so that it looked as if he had earned two right hooks to both eyes. “Are you ready? Or do you want to bask in the sun some more?”

Once, she might have thought he was teasing. But the look in his eye, the tone of his voice, all denoted that he was serious, that he would risk being late if she wanted to sit in the sun and burn just a little bit longer, to feel the freedom that had been taken from her by her own actions. She considered it, momentarily, looking to the sky. The light burned her eyes and a single teardrop fell from her right eye and slid down her cheek. “No.”

“Alright then.” He looked unsure, then, eyeing the ANBU guards that stood behind her in their respective Raccoon and Panda masks. She had never seen them before until now, but she knew that Kakashi didn’t recognize them, either, and it was most likely a deliberate move on the council’s part. “Let’s go then.”

The walk to the Hokage tower and, consequently, the council chambers where her trial would be held, was not a peaceful procession. People, ninja and civilians alike—faces she didn’t recognize, she thought with some relief, even though guilt gnawed at her heart—screamed at her, got so close that spittle flew in her face when they yelled obscenities at her. When words failed, they began throwing rotten fruit, vegetables, and even pots of molding and old food. Several slices of sour cantaloupe slid down her cheek, juices clinging to her skin, gnats flocking to the scent. Her ANBU did nothing to prevent them from chucking a pot of scalding chicken broth on her, either. They were for the public’s safety, not hers; and even so, they wouldn’t have stopped them even if they had been ordered to, she figured.

When it touched her skin, burned like acid and lit her body on fire, she didn’t scream. Burnt, acrid flesh was not a pleasant odor, and combined with the chicken broth, it sent several civilians away with nausea. She could hear them exclaiming over the stench with their faces pulled into looks of disgust, both at the people who had thrown it (fondly, because it was ‘justified’, however bad it smelled) and at Sakura as she trudged by, her skin livid red and breaking into fever. The flesh of her arm, some of her neck, and flecks on her cheek would scar, if the agonizing pain sending her brain into a white fog was any indication.

Kakashi, walking ahead of her at a leisurely pace, was forced to remain impartial. She could understand him, of course, in that aspect. The village would turn on him, too, and then he would truly have nothing left. His team was disbanded, Naruto had devolved into a man on an impossible mission and false hopes, Sasuke had left the village and become Orochimaru’s apprentice and, afterwards, his killer, and Sakura, his final remaining student, had become his protege, his perfect copy—a friend killer, a ninja killer, just as he was.

Perhaps, Sakura thought as she fixed her gaze on Kakashi’s shoes, fate worked in very obvious, very deliberate ways, and was not as mysterious as anyone ever said it was.

Sakura arrived at the Hokage tower dripping with steaming chicken broth, mold clinging to her clothes from various entrees of old food, and reeking of weeks old tea that was just on the verge of becoming kombucha. Shizune waited for them, her face harsh and pale and completely emotionless. If she had any opinion on her former friend’s crimes, she gave no indication of it, her mouth pulled into a straight, thin line, her lips as white as her face.

“They have already convened and arrived at a verdict.” Shizune’s dark eyes darted to Sakura momentarily, the pain there deep and unfathomable, and then back to Kakashi, flicking over the ANBU guards and the growing crowd rioting around the entrance of the building. “Her presence wasn’t necessary.”

Her. As if she was a thing to be spoken of, an object. Once that might have angered Sakura, might have forced her into an enraged spiel, but the only emotion she could muster up at the derogatory tone was faint irritation that was suffused by the harsh throb of the burns on her arm.

“Tsunade’s orders.” Kakashi shrugged. He glanced back at her, then at her burns, and sighed. “At least heal her. Those burns could get infected—”

“I am under order not to provide care to Sakura Haruno under any circumstances.” Shizune shifted uncomfortably at that. “As is the rest of the village. Basic necessities, and nothing more.”

Her former sensei said nothing else and Sakura refused to open her mouth and beg Shizune of all people to heal her. She should have been able to heal herself, yet she had not even a scrap of medical chakra to speak of and risked cutting off her own arm in the process. It would probably be preferable to the festering, infected blisters she would gain in the coming days—if she was even alive to experience it.

She suffered in her own silence, closing her eyes against the pinpricks of hot white light that threatened to send her into unconsciousness. It was easy to block out the pain when she was stuck in her head; her pain tolerance was high, but without the help of her seal, of Tsunade’s healing advice and her medical chakra, she was reduced to biting her lips to stop herself from squalling and collapsing onto the wooden floor beneath her feet. Blood flowed into her mouth, metallic and bitter, like the blood that flowed from her teammates’ veins.

Sakura didn’t know how long she stood there in a half daze, flanked by her ANBU and Shizune and Kakashi talking quietly in front of her in short, stilted sentences. Their opposing affections for her prevented them from talking casually; Kakashi’s guilt prevented him from hating her and Shizune’s righteous sense of justice prevented her from offering her even a shred of pity. They spoke in whispers, so she could barely make out what they were saying, but she could read lips as well as any ninja; mentions of war, famine, disease—which made no sense to her, for what could have happened in the span of five months?

“Shizune. Kakashi.” Tsunade’s descent down the staircase, assisted by the wooden handrail, was slow and awkward. She was a little too hunched over, favoring her right hip and leaning heavily on the wall to support herself. Her gaze darted to Sakura. “Sakura. You came here for nothing. The decision has been made. I’m sorry.”

Kakashi stilled to the point that she wondered if he was even breathing. “They’re going to execute her?”

“Execution… would be a mercy at this point.” Tsunade produced a scroll from her pocket. Shizune’s strangled gasp was loud enough that it caught the attention of the ANBU. It was a thin scroll, no bigger than an index finger, and lined with gold and red trim. Sakura had never seen such a scroll in all her life, but with the way Kakashi went pale and Tsunade looked so defeated, she had to wonder what fate could be so awful, so terrible that even her nonchalant, uncaring teacher would appear to be frightened and disgusted. “The orders are clear and the vote was unanimous. Sakura Haruno will be given to ANBU, given a rank within the War Operations party, and shipped to the frontlines by dawn tomorrow.”

Shizune inhaled sharply. “It’s a death sentence in its own right.”

“Sakura isn’t suited for war,” Kakashi advised, voice breaking slightly. “They couldn’t agree on anything else? Not even execution?”

Tsunade shook her head slowly, guiltily. “Execution was too clean for them. A prison sentence was a slap on the wrist. The people wanted blood—so they gave it to them. Let her spill it for the name of the village, for the people they lost, they said.”

“And what if she survives?” Sakura couldn’t ignore the thread of concern that wove through Shizune’s question. “What about after the war?”

Tsunade looked at Sakura, then, her mouth turned downwards into a deep frown. “Then she may be free; but she can never return to Konoha.”

Nothing else needed to be said. Tsunade passed the scroll to Kakashi and vanished back up the stairs to her office, Shizune following without a glance back. The ANBU removed the chakra cuffs on her wrists, and while it might have felt like a cooling sensation when it returned to her system, all she felt was pins and needles, her nodes brimming to life with malicious energy. She rubbed her wrists tenderly, avoiding the burns as much as she could, and felt Kakashi’s hand land on her shoulder, squeezing it gently.

“Come on.” He veered her towards the back exit, where the crowd wouldn’t be able to see her. “We’ll go to my apartment, fix you up, and grab some supplies. Then… Then we wait.”

Wait for her inevitable departure and then, most likely, her death, of which Kakashi would probably never hear about.

“Kakashi-sensei?” She croaked. She could feel tears threatening to spill down her cheeks, burning her lash line and a knot forming in her throat. “Can I ask you for a favor?”

He paused, hand reaching for the knob of the exit. “Of course, Sakura.”

“Take care of my parents for me, please.” Sakura blinked rapidly to clear the tears from her eyes, the pain in her arm dulled to a numb sensation. If she hadn’t lost all of the nerves in it, she would count it as a blessing, even if she deserved it. “Without me, I don’t think they…”

“Don’t worry.” Kakashi ruffled her hair with a playful hand. It wasn’t quite as effective as it had been when it was shorter, but she could feel the affection within it besides. “I’ll watch over them, Sakura, I promise you.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, and he pushed open the door, sunlight spearing through the crack and enveloping her in its oppressive warmth once more.

That night, if Kakashi had any complaints about Sakura sneaking into his room and hugging him tightly, sobs wracking her lithe frame for the first time in months, he didn’t say anything. If she noticed him hug her back, tears running delicate rivers down the striped pillowcase he laid his head on, she gave no indication, pouring her soul out for possibly the last time in the safety of the arms of someone she loved.

Dawn broke, and with it, so did the remnants of Kakashi’s heart.

prologue | masterlist | 二 (ni)

#naruto #naruto shippuden #sakura haruno #kakashi hatake #sakura haruno x kakashi hatake #kakasaku #kimisaku #sakura haruno x kimimaro kaguya #sakura x kimimaro

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tintentrinkerin · 3 years

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Yuletide

Rating: Teen and Up / PG-13 Pairing: Sam/Jack/Dean Tags: Fluff, Alcohol, Mistletoe Kissing Summary: Sam and Dean visit a Christmas Market with Jack. Word count: 1.3k

Read under the cut or on AO3

Sam would later deny he had anything to do what happened to Jack when they went out to show him Lebanon’s christmas market.

It has snowed recently, and it promised to be a white Christmas this year. The decorations in the bunker were up already, Jack and Dean had baked too many cookies for three people to eat ever, which is why Jack donated around 4 lbs to a local charity organisation. He had also baked cookies for dogs and donated them to the animal shelter. He seemed to love Christmas, while the Winchesters didn’t celebrate much at any time of the year, given their hunter lifestyle. This year it was peaceful though.

Neither Sam nor Dean were surprised when Jack asked to go to the Christmas market with him. Both said yes. And later on, in a tiny whiskey delirium Dean wanted to take bets with Sam which one Jack would kiss under a mistletoe. Sam called him an idiot and wished, deep inside, Jack would choose him.

The next day, there were indeed several mistletoe hung up over random doors all around the bunker and Sam knew, it was Dean fucking with him and Jack. He tried to argue with Dean but all he did was kissing Sam under every mistletoe whenever they crossed one. Dean didn’t seem to care at least one bit that Jack saw them on several occasions.

And now they’re here. The air is crisp and tiny little snowflakes float in a gentle breeze. Jack is all dressed up with a red bobble hat, red gloves and a scarf. He knitted all of it on his own and he looks just adorable. His nose is pink from the cold and he burns his tongue on the mulled wine Dean and Sam allowed him to drink. He’s already full because he ate three slices of fruit loaf and apple pie. Dean has accompanied him on the apple pie of course, while Sam bought Christmas presents for his brother and Jack.

Jack takes another sip but he looks a little miserable.

Dean laughs in his mug.

“My tongue hurtph”, Jack says, looking a bit sad.

Sam also has to smile about it.

“Well, it’s hot, you could’ve known that beforehand.”

Dean is happy with his third mug of Citrus Whisky Punch and Sam himself sticks with Hot Chocolate (with a lot of Rum in it). Actually Sam doesn’t want to get tipsy but the cold and the delicious stuff the beverage booths make him drink more than usual.

“Let’s hope you won’t need your tongue for something serious today”, Dean says and gets a nudge from Sam. And a very emphatic kick.

“What do you mean?”, Jack asks and blows in his mug.

His lips do look good, though, Sam thinks. They’re full and pink and sometimes Sam thinks about it. The same way Dean does, how he admitted recently. Sam isn’t the jealous type, they both have the hots for Jack, it could be worse.

Dean smirks and gets another kick. This time Sam tries to interfere before Dean says any more stupid shit in front of the kid.

“He means, when you burnt your tongue, it will hurt. With spicy food for example.”

Jack looks at him with big blue puppy eyes.

“But Dean wanted to make a curry later!” he exclaims.

“The world is tough, kiddo”, Dean says and rubs his leg.

Gladly Jack’s indignation doesn’t last long and he finishes his mug of mulled wine.

“Can I have another one?”, he asks. Puppy eyed again.

Sam sighs. “Okay, but only one more.”

Jack drinks four mugs by the end of their trip. They’re all a little too drunk, rocking against each other when they walk home. It has gotten dark already and the music of the market fades the farer they go.

Dean is his usual whisky drunk, loud and outgoing, Sam tries to hide it and doesn’t dare to say anything. And Jack is the cutest type of drunk Sam has ever experienced. He’s giggling a lot, the Winchesters have him in their midst. Sam just wants to know he’s close and won’t slip and fall, but Dean has his hand on Jack’s butt and no one seems to care.

They pass some closed shops and there’s couples going home, too. Jack wishes everyone a Merry Fucking Christmas, what makes Dean laugh his dirty drunk neigh. Sam is a bit embarrassed and tells Jack way too loud it’s not nice to say the “F” word. Which makes Jack reply “But you and Dean say it all the time!!”

Which is right and Sam has no foundation to argue otherwise. That he’s drunk doesn’t help him have a serious conversation anyway.

When they reach the bunker, Sam notices that Dean must’ve also pinned a mistletoe over the entrance door. That’s why he just makes a move and pulls Dean close, both of them standing under it now. He hisses “come on, mistletoe is mistletoe.”

Dean laughs and hugs Sam, of course he does, and kisses him. It’s not an innocent kiss after all, more a show off for poor Jack. When Dean’s about to fumble his way under Sam’s jacket, he pulls away.

“Why do you kiss under mistletoes?”, Jack asks, slurry from the wine. His eyes are big and glassy, his lips wet and plump.

“I mean they’re parasites and they’re also poisonous.”

“Come on, Jack. It’s just an old custom”, Dean babbles.

Sam interferes. “Actually the roots of this custom to swear oaths of peace date back to the iron ages and the so called kissing bough made of mistletoe became popular during the Tudor era in Great Britain, and-”

“Shut up, Sammy, no lectures today.”

“Actually, you have to kiss as many times as the mistletoe has berries. You have to pick each single one of them and kiss the lady until there’s no more berries left”, Sam continues, ignoring Dean’s objection.

“ Actually people just need an excuse to kiss people when they’re too chicken to do it under normal circumstances”, Dean concludes, seemingly proud to add something to the mistletoe mystery.

Jack doesn’t seem all too impressed still.

“Is that why the bunker is full of mistletoe boughs?”, he asks, narrowing his eyes. “You don’t dare to kiss each other?”

Sam heaves and Dean laughs.

“You shut up or I’ll give you another kick”, Sam hisses towards his brother.

But sometimes Dean has a “I don’t give a fuck, Sammy” attitude and says “No, kiddo, this is not about us .”

It’s visible Jack is trying to process the information, furrowing his brows and biting his lip.

“But there’s only you two and me living in the bunker, why would you---”

You can see the penny dropping. And Jack just giggles and approaches them, squeezing between the brothers. He looks at them and Sam’s mouth goes dry, while Dean smirks.

“Gotcha?”, he asks.

Instead of answering, Jack raises on tiptoes and kisses Dean on the mouth. There’s a short gasp, before Dean wraps his hands around Jack’s waist, lifts him up and kisses him like he hasn’t kissed Sam in a whole while.

Jack wants to be let down very soon, turns to Sam, tiptoes and kisses him too. Sam tastes fruit and wine and crispy air. He hugs him too, holds Jack close and when Jack’s soft, silky tongue meets his, he moans silently.

Before Sam loses it right here in front of his home, he rather pulls away, with a pounding heart and a very light head. Dean hugs them both, kisses Jack’s hair. Sam does too. Both focus on Jack, there’s nothing else they want now.

Jack sighs, then giggles.

“Can we do that again? Inside? Will you just do it when there’s a mistletoe?”

Sam laughs in relief.

“They’re evergreens.”

#winkline #samjackdean #rating: teen #fluff #sin is sinning

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