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traveler-at-heart · 2 years

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Broken Beds and Healed Hearts

Summary: Bucky has a best friend that charms the Avengers with smiles and cookies. What happens when Natasha becomes a bit too enchanted with her?

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (Very Platonic but cute imo)

A/N: Probably one of the first fic ideas I ever had... and only wrote it now. If you must know I loooove Bucky so this is all for me lol.

I’ve been away for too long! Love you all. Hope you like it :)

As soon as you set foot in the Compound, you’re reminded why you’ve always avoided the place. The high tech, the setting, the people in the halls are foreign to you.

Unsurprisingly, the guard doesn’t buy your story of bringing cookies to the Winter Soldier.

“What did you say your name was?” he presses and you sigh. You should have definitely stayed home.

“She’s with me” a harsh voice says behind the man and he recoils when a metal arm lands on his shoulder.

“Sargeant Barnes” the guard stutters.

“Give Miss Y/N L/N her own card”

“Mister Stark requests a full background check…” a look from Bucky and he stops talking. “Right away”

“Be nice, Buck” you ask when the man walks away. “He was just doing his job”

“Yeah, but what did he think? That you could hurt me?” he laughs and you elbow him.

“I totally could”

“Yeah, yeah”

“So… I brought some cookies… and wanted to ask how was your date with April”

The man hangs his head in defeat. You were right; you could be scary in other ways.

“It was fine. She’s great… I’m just not ready to date yet”

“Right” his answer is not a surprise at all. “Well, she had a great time. And I just want you to be happy. You know that, right?”

“Your cookies make me happy” he says, taking the container and holding it close to his chest.

“Well, just remember you can’t date them” you grumble, watching him stuff the biggest one in his mouth. You’re about to scold him, when your eyes meet green ones.

You’ve heard of her before. Seen her on television and papers. Hell, Bucky mentions her once in a while.

But nothing can prepare you for those striking eyes and her fiery hair.

“I should… go. Your friends are waiting for you” it’s hard to form words when you feel those eyes on you, so you shift your focus to Bucky and squeeze his cheek. “Be good, Grumps”

“Wait, you still need your pass” he shouts after you.

“You’re coming with me to the movies tomorrow. Bring it with ya”

“Fine”

“I’m sure it’s fine” Natasha says, but still follows after Sam.

“Uh, someone was asking for Barnes at the front desk. Barnes. Who does he hang out with other than us?”

“You just want to gossip”

“Hell yeah, I do. And, I was right” he nudges her side, head tilting towards Bucky’s back. He’s talking to a woman, a smile on her face as she rolls her eyes, handing over a container.

She’s placing a strand of hair behind her ear when her eyes drift away from Bucky, meeting Natasha’s across the room.

The redhead can’t look away, not even when she notices the woman is clearly flustered by her presence.

Sam has the decency to wait until she’s gone to approach Barnes.

“Is this why you bring cookies all the time?” he sing songs, wiggling his eyebrows.

“It’s not like that. Y/N is just a friend”

“A friend who brings you cookies to your place” Sam insists, making Natasha even more upset. “Damn, awesome cookies on top of that. Romanoff, try one”

“Pass” the redhead mumbles, staying in place. Even if you’re dating Barnes, she’s eager to learn more about you.

“It’s not like that. First of all, I don’t want to date. Second, she’s my friend. Plus, she likes broads”

“No one says broad anymore, man. And anyway, maybe she has a sister…” Sam looks up, scheming. Natasha snatches the cookie he’s holding. “You mind?”

She chuckles and walks away.

Damn, those are good cokies.

There is laughter coming from the kitchen.

Natasha hears Yelena and Clint, immediately assuming they are up to no good.

“You better not have eaten my… chips” she barges into the room, and it’s too late when she notices you’re there with them, while Bucky sits at the dining table.

“Your chips are safe, sestra” Yelena rolls her eyes. You chuckle and Natasha looks your way, trying to figure out if you’re annoyed at her sudden presence.

All you do is smile reassuringly, awkwardly waiting for her to say hello. Technically, you two haven’t been formally introduced.

“Want to join us? Y/N here is teaching me some basic baking to surprise Laura and the kids”

“I wouldn’t want to impose”

“You should join us”

Again, an awkward pause settles when you both speak at the same time.

“Alright” she nods and approaches the island, full of ingredients. You’ve barely started and you can already tell the Avengers are gonna be messy bakers.

“Lucky you, I have an extra apron” you offer, placing it over her head. Natasha fumbles with the strings and you smile, touching her lower back to keep her steady, securing it around her waist. “Here. Is that good?”

“Perfect” Natasha’s voice falters a little, but everyone knows better than to bring it up.

For the next hour, you take over the kitchen, giving what you’re hoping are clear instructions, supervising Clint while Yelena and Natasha team up to make some cookies.

“Don’t be gross” Natasha reprimands her sister as she licks the wooden spoon with the cookie mix.

“What? It’s delicious, here!” Yelena pushes the spoon all over Natasha’s face, practically forcing her to taste it.

“How’s everything going here?” you appear all of the sudden and at least Yelena stops annoying her sister.

“I was telling Natasha that my mix tastes delicious” the blonde argues. Before Nat can protest, you dip a finger in the mix and lick it clean.

You let out a low moan, nodding in approval.

“Nat, come on, you have to try it” you insist, bringing up the spoon close to her mouth. Her eyes never leave your face as she tastes the mix.

“Yeah, that’s… uh… delicious”

“Nice job, Widow team” and before you leave to check Clint isn’t burning the kitchen, you run your fingers across Natasha’s cheeks, flour spread across. You smile once you’re done. “All better”

You fail to notice the redhead blushing at the contact.

“Shut up!” Natasha grumbles at Yelena when the blonde cackles.

“I thought you were a spy! I can read you like an open book”

“No idea what you’re talking about, sis”

“Right”

Luckily for her, Clint is having trouble with his cupcakes, so you spend the next half hour supervising everything he does.

After putting everything in the oven and cleaning up, you all settle in the dining room next to Bucky. Natasha sits in front of you, hoping she can learn more about you.

Clint talks about his family and you listen intently. Just as Yelena is showing you pictures of Fanny, your phone pings and your hand flies to Bucky’s arm.

“Our movie!”

“Oh, damn” he checks his watch, offering his arm. “We better get going”

“I trust you can turn the oven off without blowing it all up” you ask, standing up and smiling at the group.

“We’ll manage” Yelena promises.

“You” you point at Bucky, smiling as he pouts. “bring the coat I left in your room, please”

“No popcorn if we’re late” he warns you and you roll your eyes.

“Enjoy the movie! And thanks for teaching me” Clint says.

“Anytime” you smile at him. You look at Natasha and you’re hesitant to say something, since she seems to be avoiding your eyes.

“Last one to the car buys the tickets” Bucky rushes past you.

“Not fair!” you squeal, leaving in a rush. “You’re cheating, Buck!!”

Natasha wishes she’d say something more.

The worst part is she has no idea when she’ll see you again.

—

Movie night was something Natasha usually avoided. For her, it was far more enjoyable to watch any film alone and say the lines along the characters.

Still, when Bucky mentioned he might bring a guest, she was suddenly interested in spending some time with the team.

“Hey, everyone” you greet, walking behind Bucky. “I brought some cookies and pie”

Sam cheers, but he sighs defeated when Bucky keeps staring at him.

“What, Barnes?”

“Move”

“No”

“Y/N and I can sit together. Move to that chair”

“Y/N can sit with me and you can sit on that chair” Sam shoots back.

“Guys, I really don’t mind…” you begin to say, looking over Bucky’s shoulder.

“She can sit with me” Natasha offers. Everyone turns, alarmed. Not only did she actively avoid most movie nights, Natasha also sat way in the back of the room to sneak out before it was over.

“Yeah, that works” you nod, hoping no one notices how nervous you suddenly are.

“Well, maybe we should let our guest pick the movie” Clint proposes.

“Not unless you want to watch Mean Girls” Bucky mumbles and you throw popcorn to the back of his head.

“Hey, that’s a good movie” Yelena chimes in and you nod.

“Yeah, but she only likes to watch it because she has a crush on that redhead girl”

“Oh” Clint perks up and you look down at your hands.

“That’s not the only reason…” you mumble but Bucky can’t keep his damn mouth shut.

“Yeah, you definitely have a thing for redheads. Remember that movie we watched with the spy? She was a redhead too”

“James, if you don’t stop talking” you threaten, pinching the bridge of your nose and clearly blushing.

Of course he’d say that right as you sit next to a redhead spy who happens to be literally perfect.

“Now I wanna watch that movie” Clint says, turning to the screen and searching for the title. You nod in confirmation when they find the movie and try to control your breathing.

As the film keeps going, you finally settle in your seat, leaning against Natasha.

“Sorry” you say but she just smiles, placing a cushion next to you. “Thank you”

“No problem”

“They all make it really hard to enjoy the movie” you laugh, watching the boys argue over what they would have done in the character’s situation.

“I know. This is why I prefer to skip movie night”

“But you stayed today” you turn around, looking at her for the first time.

“I don’t know” she shrugs, toying with her hands. “I guess I enjoy the company more than the movie”

“Well, you’re not asleep or asking too many questions so you’re already better than Buck” you both laugh at that.

“There’s this movie…”

“I was thinking…”

Again, you speak at the same time, but Natasha looks more mortified than you.

“What are we watching? Who are you?” Tony Stark appears out of nowhere, talking a mile per second. Before you can answer anything, he’s already tasting a cookie and speaking again. “You made these? Can you make like 300 of these for my kid’s birthday party?”

“Uh.. yeah. I can”

“Happy will send the details. Really great cookies” he says before disappearing.

“Sorry, he runs on caffeine and God complex” Natasha mumbles.

“What just happened?”

“I think Tony hired you for Morgan’s party” Natasha whispers, leaning against you.

“That’s what I thought. Wow” you look back to Bucky and lean forward, whispering in his ear. Natasha feels a surge of jealousy as he takes your hand and squezzes reassuringly.

“If you’re sure it’s alright” you confirm, going back to your seat.

“Yes, doll” he winks and you smile.

You’re no longer paying attention to the movie, focused on all the ingredients and work you’ll need to bake 300 freakin cookies in a week.

“What’s your type?” you blurt out all of the sudden.

“Excuse me?” Natasha blinks a couple of times.

“Chocolate, red velvet, chocolate chips, vanilla” you mention all the flavors as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“I’d go with chips. But red velvet is good too”

“Yeah, I like reds too. I mean velvet. But also… yeah. Redheads” you stumble with your words, hoping the blush on your cheeks is not so visible.

Natasha chuckles and whispers in your ear.

“You’ve got good taste, if I do say so myself”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah” she nods and you smile.

You’d definitely forgotten how long the movie is because once the credits are rolling, you’re fast asleep, head resting on Natasha’s shoulder.

“Come here. You can stay in my room” Bucky offers and you barely notice his movements.

“She can take my bed” Natasha says a little too quickly. Yelena has better sense to keep quiet about it.

“It’s fine. I usually sleep on the floor” he says, and you walk behind him, eyes barely open.

“Night, Tasha” you wave before going inside the room.

How she wished it was hers and not Bucky’s.

Next week goes by in a blur as you get ready to prepare 300 cookies and a birthday cake for the Starks.

Apparently, Morgan is in her fairy stage so everything requires sparkles and rainbows.

“Come on, fellas, chop, chop!” you walk in front of Bucky, Steve and Sam, all of them carring trays. You give them instructions to place everything.

The party is taking place in an open space, with bounce houses in the shape of castles and a playground.

Yelena is jumping around with Morgan in her arms, while Clint chases after his kids.

“This ok?” Sam says, his hands hovering over the trays he set down. You look over his shoulder and smile approvingly, squeezing his arm.

“Perfect, soldier”

He chuckles nervously and waits until you’re gone to speak to Steve.

“Yeah, ok, I see why Barnes lets her boss him around”

“I got a feeling someone else would like to be bossed around too” Steve looks over at Natasha, following your every move as you help Bucky carry the cake.

“Oh, damn. She’s gonna turn greener than Banner” Sam says as you stand on the tip of your toes to clean some of the glitter that got to Bucky’s cheek.

“Ew” he protests when you lick your thumb and then clean his face.

“Suck it up, Barnes” you say but he’s already laughing.

Tony meets you at the table, looking over at all the cookies and the cake.

“This is perfect! Pepper asked me to take care of one thing and that was the cake. So I’m certainly out of danger” he picks one of the cookies and bites, humming appreciatevly. “You’re staying, right?”

“Well…” you turn to Bucky and he offers his arm. “Alright”

You end up sitting next to Natasha.

“Hi” she says, trying to think of something to ask you.

“Doll, try this” Bucky calls over, handing you a tray of food and you moan as you taste it.

“Holy crap, this is delicious”

“If only Stark had more than one kid to throw a party to” Sam sighs. “By the way, I fully expect it to be named after me if you have another one. I saved your ass on that last mission”

“Not fair, I’m always saving his ass” Natasha protests.

“Well, we already named Nathaniel after you” Clint points out.

“That’s after you? That is so cute” you comment and Natasha blushes.

“Why are you all arguing? There is no child to name” Tony argues.

“We always gotta argue over something” Steve points out.

“Here” Tony sets a tray with some cookies and eadible decoration. “Whoever does the best cookie will name my hypothetical child. Y/N will pick a winner”

“Fine. But I’m leaving to get a drink. Surprise me when I get back” you get up, but lean forward to whisper in Natasha’s ear. “Good luck”

You wander around for a little, stopping to talk to Yelena and greet Morgan. Once they go back to playing, you walk over to get a drink.

“We’re gonna need five more minutes” Sam shouts at you, while the rest of them argues over what they’re doing.

“Take all the time you need” you say raising your drink, looking amused.

“So, which one is yours?” a brunette with long, wavy hair approaches you.

“The one with the metal arm and permanent frown”

“Oh, that’s neat. I didn’t know Bucky was dating someone”

“What? No. No, we’re just friends” you look back again, this time focusing on Natasha. “Plus, I think an Avenger is way out of my league”

“Well I think it’s the opposite. They could use someone who is normal, to bring them back to Earth. I know Clint does”

“So, you’re Laura!” you finally connect the dots and smile at her. “I’ve heard so much about you”

“All good things, I hope”

“The best, I promise” you’re tempted to ask how close she is to Natasha, considering one of their children is named after her, but just as you’re about to speak, Tony calls you back to the table. “Gotta make sure they’re playing nice”

“Good luck” Laura nods.

“Alright, kids. What have you got for me?” you look to the center of the table.

“There can only be one winner” Tony warns you and you nod.

One of them is decorated with the Falcon’s symbol, so it is not a mystery who did it. Most of them just have simple shapes done with frosting and sprinkles added on top.

But there’s one that stands out.

“This one” you immediately pick it up, admiring the work. Chocolate chips are forming a circle, simulating the seeds of a sunflower, while the petals are done with yellow frosting.

“That’s mine” Natasha says, smiling at you.

“It’s really beautiful, Nat”

“Not fair, I demand a trial by combat” Sam complains, but the redhead levels him with a glare.

“Can I sit now and enjoy my drink?” you plead, taking your place next to Natasha. Admiring the cookie, you put it aside. “Really nice job, Miss Romanoff”

“Thank you” she smiles again. “It reminded me of you. I mean, you were wearing a sunflower dress the first time I saw you” Natasha stutters, playing with the ends of her hair.

“That time I went to see Bucky at the Compound? I remember”

“I was a little jealous”

“What for?” you say, amused at the idea.

“That you were there to see him. I just thought how lucky he was”

“Well, whenever you want me to be there to see you, just ask”

Natasha keeps smiling, even hours later when she realises you uploaded a picture of the cookie next to a heart.

Yelena won’t shut up about it for the next week.

The Avenger’s gym is the last place Natasha would expect to see you and yet, there you are, chatting and joking with Sam and Bucky.

Clint’s the only one to notice Natasha stares a second too long, but keeps quiet about it.

You do some cardio and warm up, complaining the whole time. When Bucky starts doing push ups, you climb to his back and sit, asking him all the time if he’s tired.

He pretends he can’t hear you.

“We could be at the movies right now” you mumble and of course Bucky hears that.

“Exercise is good for you”

“Then why do I feel like I’m having a heart attack?” you shoo him away, sitting on the floor and sighing. Natasha is behind you, throwing some punches and sneaking glances at you.

“Should have invited your girlfriend” Clint sits next to you.

“Huh? I don’t have a girlfriend, Clint”

“Oh, the girl that drove you here” he says casually, knowing full well Natasha can, and is in fact, hearing everything.

“No, that’s April. My friend, who is VERY interested in Bucky” you try to get your friend’s attention but he ignores you. “Ass”

“I take it you’re not a fan of working out either”

“Is that so hard to tell? There’s just this really weird guy around my building and he’s not dangerous at all, but Bucky insists that I need to learn self defense. Or at least be able to run without keeling over”

“Well, we could teach you, right Natasha?” Clint perks up and you look behind you, blushing at the idea of being so close to her. On those very form fitting workout clothes, you might add.

And of course, you’re sure you’ll make a total fool of yourself in front of her.

“Yeah” she mumbles and then clears her throat, making sure her voice is more firm. “Yes, we can”

The three of you stand in the sparring mats, and Clint starts by asking you to throw a punch. He catches your wrist and shows you your own hand.

“Congrats, you broke your thumb”

“Huh?”

“Thumb goes curled below your tucked fingers” Natasha jumps in, being more gentle with her movements. She takes your hands, and shows you the correct way to make a fist.

You only nod to show you understand, sure that your voice will break otherwise.

After that, they teach you a couple of moves and it turns into something actually fun. Natasha thinks it’s adorable how you celebrate everytime you get something right.

“I think Natasha should fight you to practise some moves” Clint says after a while, trying to hide his smirk.

“What?” you both say, looking at each other.

“She’ll go easy on you, right, Nat?”

“Yeah. We’ll go easy. Don’t worry” she squeezes your shoulder and you blush again.

“Alright, do we have a set of rules?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like Cobra Kai, strike first, no mercy? No? Nothing?” you insist as they look at each other. “Well, at least now I know what we’re all watching for next movie night”

Natasha begins to walk towards you, while Clint reminds you the basics of the training. She throws a very slow, gentle punch and you manage to get out of the way.

“Fuck yeah” but a second later, she comes behind you and locks you in a tight position.

“Don’t lose your focus” she whispers in your ear and you’re sure your brain stops working completely.

As she lets go of you, you start all over again. Natasha goes slowly at first, but increases speed when you gain confidence, making sure you’ll be able to anticipate her moves.

At some point, however, her muscle memory gets the best of her. After throwing a punch of your own, she completely defies gravity, her legs going around you and throwing you to the ground.

There’s a moment of silence when you both land on the floor, Natasha on top of you. She stares wide eyed for a second, until you erupt in laughter.

“Holy shit! That was so fucking cool!! Can we do it again?”

“Are you ok?” she says, not leaving her place on top of you.

The proximity and how hot it was to see her do that make you a bit bolder, so you wrap your legs around her waist and squeeze.

“Oh, I’d say this is more than ok, Romanoff”

Her eyes grow darker at your words.

“Alright, I wanted her to work out, not kill her” Bucky jumps in and Natasha stands up. You miss the weight of her body.

“I’m fine, Grumps” you take Bucky’s hand and stand up, a bit disheveled.

“Fine, I give up, let’s go to the movies”

“You’re no fun” you complain, laughing at how annoyed he is.

You wink at Natasha, leaving after your best friend.

“So when are you asking her out?” Clint grumbles.

He isn’t prepared for the leg sweep Natasha throws his way.

“Damn it, Tasha, I’m trying to help”

—

Clint was right, but he’d never hear Natasha admit it. She should ask you out.

But there’s one thing she needs to do first.

Just as every morning, Bucky is going at war with one of the punching bags. She knows better than to speak to him, which is why alarm bells immediately ring for the soldier when Natasha approaches.

“Hey, Barnes”

“Romanoff” he groans in acknowledgement, hoping that the exchange stays at that.

It doesn’t.

“I wanted to ask you something” Natasha waits a second, hoping he will engage but he keeps punching and grunting. “It’s about Y/N”. At the mention of your name, he punches just a little harder, and faster.

Natasha realises it won’t go well, but she’s too far gone to take it back.

“Can I ask her out?” the redhead blurts out, a bit too rushed.

“I don’t know, can you?” Bucky grumbles and she rolls her eyes.

“You know what I mean”

“You’re both adults, nobody needs my permission and it’s certainly none of my business” he finally stops throwing punches, but refuses to meet Natasha’s eyes, going to fetch his water bottle.

“But you don’t approve”

“It doesn’t matter”

“It matters to me” Natasha insists and he finally turns around, annoyed.

“I don’t want her to get hurt”

“And you think I will hurt her”

“I just don’t know if any of us has a shot at a normal life with the way we live”

“Clint has a family, they make it work alright”

“Sorry, is this just about a date or are you asking for her hand in marriage?” he snaps.

“I… I don’t know. I’ve never thought about my life in that way”

There it is.

“When you date someone, there are expectations. I’m just saying you need to make sure you’re ready to meet them”

“Fine, forget I even asked”

Bucky calls after her but she’s gone in the blink of an eye.

—

It’s very clear to everyone that Natasha is in a mood.

Yelena is the only that actively engages with her sister, though her efforts to cheer her up are in vain. It all clicks into place when it’s movie night and you’re there, but she isn’t.

“No Nat tonight?” you seem disappointed and the blonde perks up.

“She’s on a mission”

“Nothing dangerous, I hope” you try to hide how anxious you actually sound.

“She’ll be back in a day or two” Steve eases your nerves and you nod.

The whole time, Bucky is frowning, barely paying attention to the movie.

“I’m getting more popcorn” you announce to no one in particular, leaving the seat next to your best friend empty. Yelena leans forward, whispering in Russian.

“What the hell happened?”

“It’s nothing”

“Liar, liar, pants on fire” Yelena pulls him by the ear, just as you go back into the room.

“That only works in English” he bites back, rubbing his ear.

“What does?” you chime in, taking your seat again and they both pretend to be focused on the film.

Yelena doesn’t let it go, however. Just like her sister, she decides to interrupt James’ workout time.

The blonde is a little less sublte, unplugging the treadmill and making him fall to the ground.

“Stay down” she commands, her accent thicker than usual. “Barnes, whatever it is you said or did, you better fix it”

“Or what?”

“Or I will annoy you every day for the rest of our lives until one of us is dead. My first thought was attaching magnets to your arm. Nothing dangerous, something silly like those that are shaped like letters. I thought about spelling “STUPID” with them” she lets out a chuckle at that. “Yeah, that would be actually very funny. I also thought about calling Papa and telling him you want to train with him. And you know how annoying he gets around other super soldiers.”

“Fine. I’ll fix it”

Bucky can’t take another one of Alexei’s visits.

“Good. That’s what I wanted to hear” she smiles, as if she wasn’t ready to kill him.

Natasha is at the kitchen island, eating some cereal and thinking about the movie night she missed. And how she missed you.

It’s probably for the best, seeing as Bucky doesn’t agree with the idea of you dating.

Her thoughts are interrupted by a constant buzzing. The redhead looks around, puzzled by the sound until she spots Bucky’s phone.

She gulps when she sees your name on the screen. You call two more times and by the third one, she decides to pick up.

What if it’s an emergency?

“Did you have a senior moment and forget you were supposed to help me with my apartment?” you say, amused.

“Uh… hi.”

“Nat? Is Buck ok?” you say, anxious.

“Yeah, he’s fine. He left for a mission. Won’t be back for a couple of days. Guess he forgot his phone”

“Oh” you sigh with relief. “That’s weird, I thought he was leaving tomorrow. Thanks for letting me know”

“Do you need any help?” Natasha asks, in spite of everything. She can’t stop herself if there’s a chance she could see you.

“I do, but don’t feel like you have to help me. I’m sure you’re tired from your mission”

“It’s ok, just a short recon and some doors to knock down” she smiles, playing with the food on her plate. You laugh at her casual tone.

“Did you do the thing with your legs? I’m so jealous of those bad guys right now”

She’s glad you can’t see her, because Natasha’s cheeks are as red as her hair.

“Anyway, if your offer stands, give me your number and I’ll text you the address”

“You got it”

—

Natasha is alarmed at the speed of your steps after her first knock. Her hand is still in the air, ready to hit the door again when you open it and look at both sides of the hall.

“Quick, come in” you pull her by the belt loop of her jeans, surprising Natasha with your strenght.

“What’s…”

“Y/N, is that you?” a voice says and you curse under your breath. Pulling Natasha back, you peak past the door and smile. She tries to control her breathing at how close you are, especially with those shorts and tank top.

“Hi, Mrs. Patmore” you say to the woman, hoping the conversation is quick.

“Is James there?” she asks, fixing her gray hair and pushing up her big glasses.

“No, no, Mrs. Patmore, it’s just my friend Nat”

“Oh, well” the woman looks disappointed and you try to stiffle a laugh. “Let me know when he comes over and I’ll make him some sandwiches”

“Yes, Mrs. Patmore” you begin to close the door, relieved when your neighbour goes back to her own apartment. “Sorry about that. My 70 year old neighbour is a bit in love with Buck”

“Oh, is she?” Natasha says in a tone that lets you know she’ll use this information for her own benefit.

“It’s sweet except when we’re late for something and she keeps talking to him”

“Well, she’s still too young for him”

You snort at that.

“Never thought about it that way”

Natasha feels a surge of pride for making you laugh. It’s quickly forgotten when you take her hand and lead her around the house, giving her a quick tour.

“Buck was supposed to help me paint the bedroom and assemble the bed. Got a new one because my back was killing me”

“Alright, let’s get to work”

“Not in those clothes. Bet that jacket costs more than my couch”

“Oh, it’s fine”

“No worries, I got you” you ease the other woman, handing over a lose t-shirt and another pair of shorts.

She looks way too good wearing something so simple.

Time passes by and as you paint the room, soft music plays in the background.

“Can I ask you something?” her voice interrupts the comfortable silence and you hum. “How did you meet Bucky?”

You chuckle at the memory.

“Went in to my store crying about a surprise party and how the cake was his responsibility but he had no idea what to bring. So I helped him. Came back to thank me a few days later. I thought he was a mess. But a nice one” you smile.

“That was for my birthday” she informs you. “And he was right, that was the best cake I’ve ever had”

“Thank you” you blush a little. “I kinda figured it was for you since he said it was for a pain in his ass with very red hair and a hate for birthdays”

“What an ass” Natasha mutters and you laugh. “I really thought you were dating… I mean I guess it’s easy for people to assume since you’re so close”

“He’s not my type because I’m… well, gay. But he is my best friend. I want him to be happy, even if he thinks he doesn’t deserve it. And he’s kind and has a big heart. As much as he tries to hide it. He’s my Grumps” you say affectionately.

Natasha regrets bringing it up. Now she knows for sure she could never ask you out. She’ll screw up and then things will be awkward for everyone.

You finish painting and then wait a little while for the walls to dry. It doesn’t escape you that Natasha seems lost in her thoughts but you let her be, bringing out the assembly manual for the new bedframe.

The first fifteen minutes are spent reading it over and over again.

“Everything alright?” Natasha says, clearly amused and your frown deepens.

“It’s like it’s written in Russian”

“Well, lucky for you…” she smiles and you roll your eyes.

“Fine, if you think you’re so good at it” you hand over the manual and smile, bringing your face closet to her, eyes darting to her mouth. “I’m gonna make us a snack”

“Y-yeah. Ok”

You smile, glad to have corrected some of her smugness and go back to your kitchen to get something to eat. The redhead is stubborn, and won’t eat until she’s done with the bed.

“Is this how all spies act? I swear I’m arguing with Grumps” you mumble but she doesn’t even listen, shooing you out of your own room with a flick of her hand.

Giving up, you scroll on your phone, answering messages about new orders for the bakery.

“Done!” Natasha claps her hands together and you leave your seat at the bar stool to inspect the work.

“I’m impressed”

“It was nothing” Natasha says, shrugging her shoulders.

“Except there are some nails and pieces left there” you point with a smirk to the floor.

“Those are spare parts” she sounds less convinced this time and you approach the bed.

“So if I were to, you know, jump here, it wouldn’t just fall to the floor?”

“I stand by my work”

“Huh” you sit down, feeling the sturdiness of the frame. “Well, that’s only me, but if we…” you think out loud with a smirk, and before Natasha knows it you pull her down with you.

She lands on top of you, and she can feel you shaking with laughter beneath her.

“Gotcha” you say, looking up and Natasha smiles. She doesn’t have time to pull away when you kiss her, slowly but passionately.

“Can I take you out as a thank you for helping me today?”

“I’d love that…” she smiles, but a second later remembers why she shouldn’t, so she stands up.

“But…” you sit up too, watching her expectantly.

“I don’t want to make things awkward”

“Whatever it is Bucky told you, please ignore it. I’m sure he means well but I’m a grown woman and I can make my own decisions. I really like you, Nat”

“I like you too” she smiles, wondering if it’s selfish of her to give up so easily.

“Leave Grumps to me” you promise, pulling her back down to the bed. “And meet me back here at 7. We’re having dinner to celebrate”

“Ok” she nods and you kiss her again, smiling against her lips.

It’s nice to be home, Bucky realises once the Quinjet lands and he sets foot in the Compound.

He’s in a hurry to check his phone and call you. He spent this week planning how to fix his mistake with Natasha.

“Hey, Grumps. Who you calling?” a familiar voice says behind him, and he turns around to see you entering the kitchen.

“Ah. You”

“Well, I’m right here”

“How did you know I was coming home today?”

“I didn’t. I’m here to see Natasha. For our third date” you shrug your shoulders and smile. You’ve practically spent every moment together after fixing your apartment.

“But when… how…?”

“I’m the one who asked her out, if you must know. And I don’t know what happened before but it doesn’t matter” you reach out for his hand and smile. “You are my best friend and nothing changes that. I’m still going to go with you to all those silly horror movies”

“I just want you to be happy”

“I am. And I love you, even if you act weird when I say it out loud”

“Agh, too much emotion for me” he pretends to run away, but you hug him and he gives up, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Hey… everything good?” Natasha walks in, looking between you two. Bucky stops smiling and walks up, dangerously close.

“Uh, Buck?” you say, holding your breath.

“She’s my best friend. Don’t hurt her”

“I won’t. I promise.” Natasha gives in and you come between them.

“Jeez, sooo much drama. I’m just a baker, you guys. Chill out. Come on, before we miss our movie, unless Bucky wants to join us and watch the most recent rom com?”

“Pass” he says, picking up his bag and sprinting down the hall. You both laugh at the way we practically slams his door.

“Alright, what time is our movie?” Natasha says and you put your hands around her neck, pecking her lips.

“Actually, I was thinking we could…” you play with the lapel of her leather jacket, and smile. “Test how strong the bed actually is… you know what I mean?”

“Yeah” she nods and you smile against her lips.

“I told you” you laugh against Natasha’s neck and she chuckles. The bed gave in after 15 minutes of some very intense make out session.

Not that it stopped either one of you.

“Well, in my defense the manual was most definitely not written in Russian”

“I’ll tell Grumps to fix it”

“Make sure he knows why we broke it”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you smile, your hand going up and down her toned abs.

“Kidding me? I get to brag about being with you and make him uncomfortable. Double prize”

“Evil” you both laugh.

“What you thinking about?” Natasha says after a moment of silence.

“What’s your favorite thing I do? Cookies or cupcakes?”

“That’s what you’re thinking about?”

“Yeah” you sound hesitant, feeling a bit silly now that it’s out there.

“Let… me… think” Natasha kisses every inch of your face between words. “My favorite thing… are your kisses”

“Sap” you say, melting at her intense gaze. “In that case...”

You lean forward, your lips moving against hers slowly.

There’s no rush, with Natasha next to you in a broken bed.

You’re the happiest you’ve ever been.

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The Study Room Pt. 2 (HBCU!Shuri x Black!Fem!reader)

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Content: fluff, a little bit of angst, mentions of hospitals, the very high potential that the second part of this doesn’t make a lot of sense, as I finished this around 4 AM, running on nothing but a Canada Dry and a family size bag of Cape Cod chips (my faveeee)

Part 2 is heerree! I know I said it was gonna be posted sometime last night...but I have a problem where I’ll start writing, and instead of keeping with the plot I had already planned, my mind is just like “okay but what if we did this??” That’s exactly how this part turned from 2k words to 5.7k. I stayed up until 4 am writing this because I was so excited to finish it and post it.

So y’all better not let this flop, or TRUST...you will be dealt with.

I’m just kidding. I hope y’all enjoy this part!

Recap:

Your eyes scanned the message over and over until it was finally time for you to get ready for bed; but even as you lay in bed a while later, your eyes on their way to shutting for the night, you couldn’t help the small smile that curved your lips.

Shuri: you’re welcome. Same time tomorrow? :)

You: I’d like that, if you’re free

Shuri: for you? I am. See you tomorrow. Goodnight, y/n

You: goodnight, Shuri :)

**********

It took only a few days for you and Shuri to become a set of bonafide friends. It took the same amount of time for something to start developing between you two, something that didn’t exactly scream just friends. It unsurprisingly took less than that for people to start asking you questions.

You hadn’t exactly predicted that it would happen, but you didn’t put it past your fellow classmates to ask questions; the way some of them gazed at the two of you when walking across campus told you enough about their curiosity. The attention wasn’t exactly enjoyable, but you felt as if you couldn’t complain compared to what Shuri probably went through on campus.

The questions you were approached with ranged from humorous to downright nosy- so nosy you couldn’t even answer them. Some questions were healthy reminders that you weren’t the only one potentially attracted to the princess, and ironically, those were the hardest ones to answer.

Almost every time you met with her, you had new questions to spout her way on behalf of your classmates. Only the semi-normal and funny ones were discussed, though. If the question was even the slightest bit out of pocket, you didn’t even bother mentioning it to her, not wanting to even risk making her uncomfortable; not if you could help it.

However…you had to admit that even you were curious about her answers to a few questions…especially one that you were asked mere minutes before leaving your last class and meeting her in one of the study rooms.

“Hey, there she is!”

You heard her voice before you saw her, her accent making it easy to recognize who it belonged to.

Shuri had a habit of making you smile as soon as you saw her, no matter what type of mood you were in, and tonight wasn’t any different. The smile that appeared on your face echoed on Shuri’s as she approached you, lifting her arms to embrace you in a hug. She didn’t exactly tower over you, but she still had to bend a little at the waist to hug you, her arms wrapping around your back while yours did the same.

“Hey, girl. How were your classes?” You had somehow learned how to keep the nerves out of your voice when you spoke to her, but it was also partly due to Shuri just making you feel comfortable enough to forget about those nerves.

You were never the one to pull away first, simply because you could stay in her arms for as long as possible if you had the chance, but as you waited for her to pull away, she did something different.

At your question, she let out a soft groan of annoyance, resting her forehead against your shoulder. Her shoulders also dropped, her hands on your back fisting for just a second before relaxing. If you weren’t so worried about her reaction, you would have surely been worried about keeping your limbs from shaking against hers.

“Ah, hell. What happened? You wanna talk about it?”

She let out a breath before finally pulling back, much to your dismay. There was still a smile on her face, yet it had dimmed in contrast to the one she had just sported a minute ago. She shook her head, gently turning you in the direction of the study room. When she spoke, the regular, but subtle, playfulness was back in her voice.

“Not right now. Maybe later. Besides,” she stopped to open the door to the room, letting you walk in first before following and closing it behind her. When she turned to face you, there was a slight mischievous look in her eye.

“I want to know about this Serena girl who was oh-so-interested in us.”

Her usage of the word ‘us’ made your breath hitch, but you quickly covered it with a short laugh. You could only shake your head at first, remembering the conversation you had been subjected to earlier and how you had immediately texted Shuri about it.

“Nah, I’d say she was more interested in you, Shuri. You should’ve heard the questions she was asking me.”

Instead of getting her own computer and supplies out, she pulled out the chair next to you, sitting down and turning to face you. Her eyes were narrowed as she waited for you to continue, which you did. However, instead of looking at her, you worked on pulling out your own supplies in an effort to hide just how annoyed you still were at the conversation. Your annoyance was partly due to the kind of questions you had been asked and partly due to the insinuation behind them.

“The sparknotes version? She basically asked me to put her on with you. I asked her ‘how do you even know if she likes women?’. You know what she asked me?”

“What’d she ask?”

“She asked, and I quote, ‘well can you find out? I’m not the only woman here who wants the answer.’ The hell you mean ‘can I find out’? You really live in a lot of women’s heads rent-free, Shuri.”

A quick glance over at her showed that instead of looking anything close to annoyed, she looked amused. It wasn’t lost on you how she indulged in your storytelling, which only made it easier to fall for her. But the way she gazed at you in silence, undoubtedly as you recounted the conversation, told you that she was more amused at your reaction than at the story itself. It was all but proven as she let out a quiet snicker, making your eyebrows raise.

“You think that’s funny?”

Your words may have sounded genuinely annoyed to anyone else, but Shuri could see the small smile that threatened to curve your lips. It only made her find the situation funnier. She attempted to hide her smile, shaking her head.

“What? No, of course not.”

The look on your face showed exactly how much you didn’t believe her words. The shit-eating grin on her face told you enough. Silence settled between the two of you as you looked at each other, daring the other to break first. It only lasted for a few seconds before you were both letting out laughs.

“It was lowkey funny. I had to try so hard not to laugh. But, yeah, that was today’s out of pocket question.”

You didn’t even think about sharing with her the moment another girl asked if the two of you were ‘talking’. Having to explain the meaning behind two people ‘talking’ and how someone had applied it to you two, and then having to see Shuri’s reaction to it was nerve-wracking enough that you had no problem pushing it to the back of your mind.

“Not the weirdest one I’ve received, and certainly not the last time I’ll receive it. It isn’t even the first time I’ve been asked something along those lines.”

This time, your eyes narrowed slightly as you looked over at her. You propped your head on your hand, tilting it slightly as you motioned for Shuri to continue.

“Hold on…are you telling me people have been hitting on you? When has this happened?”

You prayed that the slight jealousy you felt wasn’t reflected in your question, because in all honesty…you didn’t know if you had that right, yet. Yes, you two had grown close over the span of a few days, and there had even been some slight, shameless flirting from the both of you…but until either of you acknowledged that there was something there, the line was blurred.

Apparently, you didn’t try hard enough to hide that jealousy if Shuri’s knowing smirk was anything to go by. She seemed to realize that your attention was solely on her as you waited for her answer, and she almost seemed to revel in it, taking her time to actually answer. You waited, eyes focused on the side of her face as she turned to finally take her own supplies out.

“Not a lot of people. Just the very brave ones.”

Your eyebrows raised, yet you kept silent. It took a few seconds of that silence for Shuri to realize that you were still staring at her expectantly. Her own eyebrow raised in question as she glanced at you.

“What?”

“What do you mean ‘what’? And? What did you say to them?”

Shuri turned to face you fully, her knee knocking against yours. There was still a questioning look on her face, but that damned smirk hadn’t gone anywhere. Instead of replying right away, she leaned back in her seat, letting her legs stretch out until they were placed on both sides of one of yours. She crossed her arms over her chest.

She had to know. She had to know the effect she had on you, and she constantly loved to see just how far she could push it. How close could she get before she had you glancing away nervously, slipping on your words? What could she say that would leave you speechless while simultaneously wanting to tell her all of the thoughts that ran through your mind at the mere thought of her?

How long would you two toe the blurred line between you two? How far would you two have to go in order to erase that line completely?

“Well, of course, I said that I wasn’t interested.” Her voice brought you out of the thoughts that were quickly bordering on spiraling, and instead heightened your curiosity.

“And that’s it?”

“That’s it.”

The unanswered questions were right there, on the tip of your tongue, yet you held them back. Grilling her about her answer felt a little too close to becoming…relational, and the last thing you wanted, or needed, was her to realize that you were asking the questions for yourself. Asking questions that would ease your mind when it came to thinking of Shuri getting with someone else.

You put on your best nonchalant expression, nodding your head in response.

“Hmm. I was kind of expecting at least one person to catch your eye.”

What are you doing? Are you dumb? Perhaps stupid? Now your feelings are about to be hurt.

Her smirk widened into a full blown smile, teeth showing and all. She shook her head, casually pulling her laptop closer to her and opening it. Instead of answering, she simply shrugged, letting out a soft “mmm” sound before turning her attention to her screen.

Without thinking, you reached out, lightly flicking her knee before turning to your own laptop. The laugh she let out was easy to listen to, almost calming, despite your mind still being preoccupied with analyzing her answer.

Even as you both started working on your respective assignments, you were constantly interrupted by your own thoughts, no matter how hard you tried to keep them at bay.

Shuri was now living in your mind rent-free, and you couldn’t seem to find an ounce of regret about it.

**********

You were quick to realize that any time you hung out together, time seemed to speed up, always making your time together too short. However, whatever ruling force in the universe had decided to remedy that, if only for just one night.

Right as you prepared to bid each other goodnight, your phone rang. The screen flashed your roommate’s name and after giving Shuri an apologetic smile, one she waved off, you pressed accept.

“Hey, ‘Mani. What’s going on?”

There was a moment of silence, at least in the foreground of the call. In the back, you could hear the distant sound of…sirens?

That wasn’t what made you feel uneasy, though. No, it was actually the sound of someone who wasn’t your roommate, but rather your ‘neighbor’, answering you paired with the sounds of sirens.

“Y/N, it’s Monica. Something’s happened at the dorm.”

Your eyebrows furrowed and your body froze, going tense.

“What do you mean something happened? Something like what- Where’s Imani?”

Monica didn’t respond immediately which only made you grow more uneasy and irate. It undoubtedly showed on your face and in your voice, as the next thing you knew, you were looking at Shuri face to face. She had slid into your line of vision with an expression of worry on her face. Between all of the sounds on the other end of the phone and your racing thoughts, the sight of her standing in front of you, obviously worried, helped ground you a little.

“They’re taking her to the hospital-”

“The hospital?”

“-There was a monoxide leak in the building and she said she wasn’t feeling well when we were evacuated. They said she’ll most likely be fine, but they just want to monitor her for the night. She also told me to grab your bag from near the door before leaving the building, so I have that with me.”

A heavy sigh left your mouth as you reached up to rub at your face. You covered your eyes as you took a second to think, trying to categorize which questions were most important to ask and which ones could wait.

“O-okay, can you meet me at the hospital? I’m gonna visit ‘Mani, make sure she’s alright. And then I can get my bag from you- thank you, by the way. Oh, shit. I don’t know how the hell I’m going to get there-”

You were cut off by a hand landing on your wrist, gently pulling your hand away from where it still covered your eyes. They snapped open to see that Shuri had stepped closer, her worried look only deepening as she looked at you.

“I’ll take you, it’s okay. We’ll take my car.”

You could’ve hugged her right then and there, and you were damn close to doing it. A fine mist fell over your eyes at the situation and at Shuri’s reassurance, but you only nodded quickly in thanks.

“Okay, I actually do have a ride. I’ll meet you at the hospital, okay? Thank you for calling, sis. Really.”

Shuri’s hand was already in the middle of your back, guiding you in the direction of, presumably, where her car was parked. You let yourself be steered, her hand a firm and reassuring guidance, until you finally arrived at her parked car. If you weren’t so overwhelmed, you would’ve surely gawked at the sight of her car, undoubtedly decked out with all of the most up to date tech. Hell, the car itself probably came from Wakanda, which automatically meant that it was technologically advanced in every way possible.

You were aware enough to notice Shuri open the door for you and wait until you were situated before running around to the drivers side and sliding in. It took less than a few seconds for her to start the car and pull off. As she effortlessly weaved around turns and bends, you could feel her constantly glancing your way, undoubtedly clocking the way you anxiously shook your leg.

“Griot, how far to the the nearest hospital?”

You looked over at her in confusion, a question on your lips; one that was quickly answered when a voice spoke over the car’s internal speakers.

“About 15 minutes, Princess. Roads are mostly clear and you are on the quickest route.”

“They would’ve called her parents by now, right? Isn’t that a part of a protocol? No, they most definitely called her parents, but I’m going to call them just to be safe. But I don’t want to call them and-”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see her hand reach towards you, and only a second later, you felt it land on your knee. That was all it took for your leg to slow down in its shaking. She continued to glance at you, catching your gaze each time. Her voice was soothing as she said your name, yet it held a firm tone that helped ground you.

“Your friend will be fine, I’m sure of it. The hospital most likely already called her parents. I need you to breathe.”

The more you replayed her words in your mind, the more they made sense, making you nod quickly. They played on a loop as you turned your attention back to the windshield. Her hand on your knee hadn’t moved; if anything, her grip only tightened in just the slightest, flexing on your knee. It provided you with warmth. Safety. Security.

All of these things you continued to feel until Shuri pulled into the parking lot of the hospital. As soon as she put the car in park, you were opening the door and sliding out, Shuri not too far behind you. She effortlessly caught up to you as you quickly walked into the hospital, checking your phone for the text from Monica that told you what room your roommate was in.

Your steps took you to the elevator, Shuri sliding in right behind you. She stood so close to you in the elevator that her arm pressed into yours. Did she know just how much her touch affected you, in more ways than one?

The doors opened not even a minute later and then you two were stepping out, your feet instantly carrying you in the direction of the room. Your steps brought you closer to the room but as soon as you reached for the door handle, a voice was calling out to you from down the hallway.

“Excuse me! I’m afraid you can’t go in there, only family members are allowed in after visiting hours are over.”

You let out a sigh, turning to face the nurse who had approached you. It was obvious that you weren’t the first person she had to say that line to, yet it still irritated you.

“Ma’am, my roommate was admitted after possibly being poisoned by carbon monoxide in our dorm hall, along with countless other students. I just want to make sure that she’s okay.”

The nurse approached you, raising her hands placatingly despite your voice being just as calm, if not calmer, as hers. Your eyebrows furrowed at the gesture.

“Look, I understand that you’re worried about your friend, but I assure you she’s fine. Her parents are in there with her, they’ve been with her this entire time. We found very minimal levels of CO in her system; minimal enough that she’ll be released in the morning.”

You cast a lingering look at the door your roommate was behind before nodding. That was all the nurse needed, for she promptly turned on her heel and walked back to whatever station or assignment she had been on. The nurse’s presence was almost immediately replaced by Monica’s, and in her hand was a familiar bag that belonged to you.

“I’m glad you made it. I’m sorry to rush, but here’s your stuff. I have to get back to my sister’s room. Our parents are coming up from North Carolina, she was uh…she was in the building a little longer. They want to watch her for a few nights.”

She tried to say it as nonchalantly as possible, but you could hear the worry in her voice. It made you all the more grateful that she had still brought you your bag, even when her sister was in more of a critical condition than Imani.

“Damn, I’m sorry, Monica. I hope she recovers quickly. Please let me know if you need anything. And thank you, so much, for getting this.”

The smile she sent you was tight around the corners, obviously forced, but somehow still genuine. She nodded, and only then did she seem to realize who the person behind you was, prompting her eyes to widen slightly.

“Oh, Princess Shuri-”

“Just Shuri.”

Monica once again nodded at the correction from her, glancing at you incredulously.

“Alright. Y’all take care, and I’ll see y’all later. I’ll keep you updated, okay?” Her last question was directed at you and you nodded, sending her another grateful smile. She waved before turning and going back in the direction she came from, leaving you and Shuri in the hallway.

You had to take a second to process everything that had just happened, though it was hard when you could feel a headache coming on. Amidst everything, you had absolutely forgotten that the last thing you’d need to find out would be where you would sleep for the night, or for however long it would take for the building to be checked and secured.

“You okay?”

Your head lifted from where you had placed it in one of your hands, your temple throbbing slightly. Shuri’s eyes were the first thing you saw as you looked up, as she had bent down just the slightest to be able to look you in the eye. Looking at her, it was hard to ignore the fact that the night would have been increasingly difficult if she hadn’t stuck by your side.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. Just a small headache.”

Her lips twisted into a sympathetic grimace, and then she was standing back to her full height. She nodded, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Alright, well let's get you out of here. It’s pretty late.”

Almost as if her words reminded you that it was indeed pretty late in the night, a pang of exhaustion washed over you. You let out a breath, nodding in agreement and once again letting her basically lead you to the elevator you two had gotten off of.

You two walked in silence all the way to the car, and it was only after you arrived did you notice that at some point, she had slipped her hand into yours. Every now and again, she would squeeze your hand, whether it was to comfort you or just remind you that she was there. Regardless, you appreciated it more than she probably knew.

The silence continued as you both slid into the car, yet as soon as the doors closed, you were letting out a soft groan. You rubbed at your face, missing the way Shuri had turned to face you, worry plain on her face.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just realized…I’m gonna have to find a hotel and hope that it isn’t completely booked by other students.”

As you spoke, you quickly realized that finding a hotel would only happen if you asked Shuri to drive you to one. Despite not a single complaint leaving her the entire night, you still felt slightly bad about asking her to drive you somewhere once again, especially considering how late it was.

Unbeknownst to you, while you worked up the courage to ask her for yet another favor, her eyes were flickering back and forth in your direction. Her lips were pursed in thought as one of her hands gripped the steering wheel.

“You know, I don’t have a roommate. I have a single room, perks of being royalty, I guess.” She sounded slightly nervous, yet you didn’t clock it as you were too busy thinking over her words. Your eyes widened slightly at her insinuation, your head shaking quickly.

“Shuri, no. That’d be asking too much of you; you’ve already driven me here and stayed with me, even when you didn’t have to-”

“I didn’t have to, that doesn’t mean I didn’t want to.” Gone was the nervousness in her voice; now it was unwavering as she spoke. She looked determined as she turned more in your direction.

You were too tired to hide your shaky inhale at her words; at the prospect of Shuri genuinely wanting to stay with you and comfort you. And now at the idea of her offering her own room to you for the night.

“We haven’t known each other for too long, but I can already tell what's going through your mind, and I can assure you that you are not inconveniencing me- at all. I am offering my place for you to stay tonight, or however long it takes until you’re able to go back to your own dorm.”

Silence descended between you two for a few seconds as you contemplated her words, eyebrows furrowed. There was no indication that she wasn’t genuine in her words, nor did you expect there to be one. But seeing the determined, reassuring expression on her face was just enough for you to cave in.

“Alright, but only if you’re sure. I don’t want to impose or anything.”

God, you wished you could’ve snapped a picture of the smile that broke across her face at your words; it was wide enough for you to see her dimples. The mere sight of it made your own appear.

“I promise, you aren’t imposing. You can’t impose on someone who enjoys your company.”

**********

You must have been more tired than you thought, because one minute you were looking out the window as Shuri drove, and the next she was crouched down inside of the passenger door, gently shaking you awake. She called your name softly, shaking your shoulder.

“Sorry to wake you, but we’re here.” Once you remembered where ‘here’ was, you jolted awake, sitting up quickly.

“Oh, my goodness, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you. My bad.”

A soft laugh left her mouth and she stepped back, grabbing your bag before you could get it yourself. She hoisted it on her shoulder which only left you with the task of grabbing your bookbag and stepping out of the car. You sent her a smile as you followed her into the dorm hall, yet upon entering it, you couldn’t help but be slightly impressed. Everyone knew that this specific dorm hall was one of the nicer ones on the entire campus, and you weren’t surprised that Shuri had been placed in it. However, you still were a little surprised that you were now about to spend a night in it, with Shuri, nonetheless.

“I’m on the top floor.”

“Do they have, like…suites on the top floor?”

Her laugh echoed in the mostly empty lobby, save for the front desk attendant who simply nodded as you two walked past. She shook her head as she pressed the elevator button, the doors automatically opening. Even as you two stepped in and pressed the appropriate floor, there was still an amused smile on her face.

“No, there aren’t suites on the top floor. It’s just…for easier access.”

The doors opened and she stepped off first. You trailed after her in confusion, lowering your voice with the hopes of not waking anyone on the floor.

“What do you mean by ‘easier access’? Easier access to what, exactly?”

You two approached the door at the end of the hall and she took her key out of her pocket. She glanced at you and shrugged lightly before turning and unlocking her door.

“The roof.”

She answered with such finality, as if you wouldn’t have follow up questions. Every one of those questioned died on your lips as she swung the door open, letting you walk in ahead of her.

If anyone would have told you that you’d end up in Princess Shuri of Wakanda’s dorm room, readying yourself to spend the night there, you would have promptly replied with a “nah, you’re trippin”. But here you were, stepping further into her room, looking at all of the memorabilia on her walls.

It was a spacious room, and she had filled the empty spaces with trinkets and posters, and other keepsakes. It was all an amalgamation of her own culture and the african-american culture she had grown to love during her time in the states. It was possibly the coolest room you had ever seen.

“I have a connected bathroom that you’re more than welcome to use if you want to take a shower or anything. There are towels and washcloths already in there.”

You nodded in response, already looking forward to taking a shower after the long day you had; and that’s exactly what you did.

Usually, you’d take as long as you wanted in the showers in your own dorm, but for some reason, you didn’t want to take up such time.

Who the hell were you kidding? You knew exactly why you didn’t want to take as long as usual in the shower, and it all had to do with the beautiful, cool as hell woman whose dorm you were in. You truly didn’t know when this would happen again, so maybe you just wanted to experience it in its entirety. Despite these wishes, your body protested against staying up for much longer as you stepped out of the bathroom, leaving a steamy room behind you.

It even protested as you set your things in a corner of her room, turning to realize that there was only one bed in the room. Shuri, presumably seeing your reaction and the way you looked at her bed, stood up. She motioned slightly to the bed.

“Oh, you can have the bed. I have enough covers to make a pretty comfortable pallet on the floor.”

Pushing a loose part of your bonnet off of your forehead, you met her in the middle of the room. She seemed almost a little surprised as you approached her, but you only looked up at her while occasionally glancing at the bed in question.

“Hell no! What? You’re not sleeping on the floor, Shuri. Not in your own room. I’ll sleep on the floor-”

“If you think you’re sleeping on the floor when you’re my guest, then you’re delusional, sweetheart.” She had the nerve to step closer, prompting the need to tilt your head a little further back. Her smirk spoke words you were almost scared to think, too afraid that you’d be reading too much into it. But the way she leaned over you, both of your individual spaces becoming one, had your face heating up. It also had you thinking nonsense- some of it slipping out before you could stop it.

“Then we’ll both sleep on the bed. Or I sleep on the floor.”

Her eyes narrowed at you for a second and maybe, just maybe, you were trippin’...but you could have sworn you saw your eyes flicker to the lower half of your face. It was in between one blink and the next, and yours were pretty slow from exhaustion, so you didn’t know what to think.

“It’s a deal. We’ll share the bed.” She emphasized her words by raising a hand into the small space between you two, offering it to you. With an eye roll, not an unkind one, you took her hand and shook it once. After letting go, she stepped back, motioning to the bed.

“Go ahead and pick your side. I’m going to hop in the shower.”

You didn’t make a move towards the bed until she had disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, and even then, you hesitantly walked towards it. It looked so damn comfortable, and you were so damn tired…

It didn’t take much self-convincing to grab your charger and locate the nearest outlet before crawling into…into Shuri’s bed. You turned on your side, graciously taking one of her pillows and tucking it under your head before pulling up your text messages.

It took a few seconds to send a text to Imani, one that simply said how much you were thinking of her and how you hoped she would feel better soon. You placed your phone on the table beside the bed before letting yourself get comfortable.

You wanted so badly to wait for Shuri to exit the bathroom. Maybe you two could stay up, talking, laughing. Or maybe she would just want to go to sleep, something your body was screaming at you to do.

In the end, your body won. The subtle smell of something that was undeniably Shuri paired with the soothing sound of the shower was enough for you to knock out. Well, for the most part. You were still awake enough to hear the bathroom door open and Shuri step out.

You heard her footsteps pause as she realized that you were close to falling asleep, and upon wrenching one eye open, you could see her sneaking around her own room in an effort to not wake you up.

“I’m not sleep yet.” You wondered if your voice sounded as tired as you thought it did. Shuri didn’t stop moving around. In fact, she merely glanced at you while grabbing her own bonnet, carefully pulling it over her curls before settling into the spot beside you.

She reached over to the lamp, turning it off, and then she was laying on her side and facing you. You sent her a tired smile, your eyes slipping closed once more. When you spoke, your voice was basically a whisper.

“Thanks again…for letting me stay.”

“No need to thank me. I wanted to help.”

Your head nodded where it rested on the pillow. The sound of soft shuffling hit your ears, yet your eyes wouldn’t open again. Next time Shuri spoke, it seemed as if her voice was louder. No…closer.

“Y/N.”

“Hmm?”

“What soap do you use?”

There was a pause as you willed your mind to remember the scent you had been using for the last few months- one that quickly became your favorite.

“Um…I think it's called…cherry almond twirl? No, swirl. ‘S a black owned company. Hunny Bunny. Yeah.”

You felt a puff of air on your face, but were too out of it to recognize that she was laughing at your groggy voice. The gentle pressure of something on your hand that rested between you two broke through the exhaustion that clouded your mind, but it only seemed to relax you more.

The tendrils of sleep were slowly curling around your consciousness, dragging it down until you were almost completely unconscious.

“Hm. I like it.”

“Me too.”

Silence descended over the room only to be broken not even a minute later by a gasp coming from your mouth followed by your eyes snapping open. Shuri’s face was closer than you had expected it to be, but you didn’t bother moving away. You didn’t want to move away.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?”

You lifted your head off of the pillow slightly, squinting to find her eyes in the darkness of the room.

“You never told me about what happened today. You didn’t have a good day, and when I asked if you wanted to talk about it, you said later. It’s later.”

Shuri couldn’t keep quiet as she laughed, shaking her head where it rested on her pillow. That gentle pressure you had felt on your hand returned, and you were quick to realize that it was Shuri’s hand resting atop yours. Her thumb rubbed across your knuckles, a soothing motion that had your eyes fluttering.

“It can wait until tomorrow. You know you’re ready to go to sleep.”

The yawn that you turned and let out into the pillow answered her assumption perfectly. Your eyes had closed when you yawned, and they didn’t open again.

“Okay. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

The smile on Shuri’s face radiated fondness and a softness that no one else on campus had seen as she watched your breaths even out. Even as she was sure that you were asleep, she continued to rub your hand, the motion that had put you to sleep relaxing her more and more.

You weren’t awake to hear her words, but she spoke them nonetheless into the darkened room.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

Next Part

I hope you all enjoyed this part! Fun fact...I transferred all of this from google docs to tumblr, then as I was rereading it, I decided to add more. Sooo it went from 5.7k to a cool 6k.

You remember what I said in the first author’s note......

Stay safe, y’all! <3

#hbcu!shuri #shuri #shuri udaku #shuri x reader #shuri x you #shuri black panther #shuri oneshot #shuri imagine #shuri drabble #shuri headcanon #black panther #wakanda forever #black panther imagines #black panther oneshots #black panther fanfic #shuri fanfic #shuri x black!reader #shuri x fem!reader #NTM

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wellhalesbells · 14 days

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Hi! This is inspired by your reblog of the talk shop tuesday post -- do you have any secret-until-now fanworks you're working on that you want to talk about? any ideas that have been percolating and you want to share?

I think - because I've started doing WiP Wednesday with ... some (not a lot, haha) of regularity that there's very few things that I'm actively working on right now that I haven't talked about to some extent but I have no problem gathering them all here. I have five fics that I'm noodling on at the moment.

How to Breathe 101. I've probably talked about this one the most because it is absolutely the closest to finished. I have random snippets all over the place on my tumblr that I've collected here: 1 2 3 4. And it comes from my love of the dynamic of Character A falls first, Character B falls harder as well as giving Derek the time and space to work out his trauma and form relationships beyond romantic ones.

Heartbeat Hustle. This was such a nothing idea that I kind of just farted around on because I wasn't feeling adding a hundred words (my daily word count goal) to any of the things that I was already working on and I came up with this: here. And it's another one I just keep randomly chipping away at. The basic premise is Derek finally hears Stiles' heartbeat at rest around him and it becomes the background noise of his entire universe without realizing it because it's just such a comforting sound for him.

PvW, Chapter 3. Yes, I'm working on it. Slowly, but I am. Chapter 3 of Prostitute vs Werewolf. (1 and 2 here). I'm still hoping it'll end at Chapter 6. I... sort of have a plan here, lol.

Steter Hanahaki. I accidented myself into this fic, which I posted about: here. Sometimes I like to just search tags on AO3 rather than fandoms and all the most popular Teen Wolf ones for Peter and Stiles that I came across were, well.... not the fun way and I have unfortunately kept chipping away at this even though writing Peter (and it is from his PoV, ugh) is such a hard thing for me to do!

Sciles, Slow Burn, Codependency Fic. I don't really know where this one came from but I think, pretty unsurprisingly, being ace, I like when friendships are the be all and end all for people and I also like when they sort of just slide into.... oops, somehow you're my whole world. And since I haven't posted anything about this one yet and it is my second longest fic on here at the moment, here's a snippet:

It’s an almost-casual college girlfriend who alerts Stiles to exactly the level of codependence he’s now sporting with Scott. She laughs and clarifies to an acquaintance that the ‘casual’ is at her insistence and the ‘almost’ is at Scott’s. The follow-up, the ‘why’ is nothing more than a pointed look in Stiles’ direction. Stiles feigns offense, lazily twirls a less-than-dextrous pointer finger back towards his own chest. Perks an eyebrow. “Moi?” She grins widely and Stiles senses a sharpness to it that’s likely fueled more by the fewer inhibitions everyone at this party is collectively experiencing, rather than true ill will. He hopes anyway and, not to brag, but he has gotten pretty good at knowing when things want him dead. Scott chooses that moment to saunter over and instead of perching on the arm of her chair or sliding onto the large cushion of the recliner with her, he bumbles into Stiles, an arm falling around his shoulder as he pushes his drink into his hand so he can set down a plate of steaming nachos on the table in front of them. He’s a warm, familiar weight and only after he’s leaned the whole of himself into Stiles’ side does Stiles realize, if he’d planned this in advance, no part of him would’ve expected Scott to sit anywhere but exactly where he did. Stiles holds Scott’s beer and Scott scrubs a hand over Stiles’ buzzcut, frowns as he peers at Stiles’ expression. He’s not sure what his face is doing but it prompts Scott to say, “All good?” Stiles blinks. Swallows. “Yeah, all’s peachy keen over in this here neck of the woods.” Scott smiles and, as though ‘neck’ was some cue word, he leans over and buries his nose in the crease between neck and shoulder, breathing deeply, and yeah, okay, they’re basically dating. Stiles can see that but. You know. They’ve nearly died how many times between the years of sixteen and nineteen? They’re entitled to be grotesquely into each other as far as he’s concerned. Maybe they’ve gotten a little worse after the nogitsune. And the siren that nearly drowned Scott. And the Lamia that ripped open Stiles’ torso last year. It’s not unusual for them to fall asleep in the same bed or press lingering kisses to each other’s foreheads, cheeks, necks, but Stiles is pretty sure Scott’s one hundred percent into vagina and, while Stiles’ appetites are more varied, he’s not super interested in Scott’s dick. He’s just interested in Scott, really. All of Scott, however much of Scott that Scott would like him to be interested in basically. And since that doesn’t include his dick… that doesn’t include his dick.

Thank you so much for the ask and the interest! <3

#writing #my writing #sterek #steter #sciles #teen wolf #i've been doing tHE MOST lately so i haven't gotten to work on this stuff in a few weeks #but these are the ones i'm focused on!!#!ask #thanks again :P

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sentimental-idiot25 · 1 year

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{SasuSaku Modern Head Canon}

It's about 2 am and Sakura is in their living room apartment eating anything and everything sweet she could find. She found cotton candy-flavored marshmallows and began eating them away. One row of the marshmallows devoured became two rows devoured. She swayed and danced silently across the living room while popping each marshmallow in her mouth. She entered the kitchen and threw away the empty marshmallow packaging and picked up a bag of semi-sweet chocolate chips and poured some into her hand singing to herself silently.

"What are you doing?" Sasuke said as Sakura jumped and dropped a few chocolate chips. She turned around to see Sasuke's bedhead and his squinting eyes since he is still getting used to the light in the kitchen.

"I have homework to do." She picked up the fallen chocolate chips and threw them away while eating the ones in her hand. Sasuke glances at the trash that had multiple candy wrappers, and the empty marshmallow packaging.

"How much sugar have you eaten?"

"I'm stimulating my brain!" She said tapping the sides of her head with both of her hands

"You can recharge your brain by sleeping too." He said tapping the sides of his head too.

"Sleep can come later. I have a problem set for organic chemistry and" she pours more chocolate chips into her hand, "I have to write a paper for my plant biology class" she tosses the chocolate into her mouth. "I got my hands pretty full."

"I see." He walked away back into his bedroom. Sakura peers out of the kitchen with her eyebrow raised and saw that he was coming back out with his laptop and small blanket in hand. "Well, I might as well stay up with you."

"What? No," she said concerned for his sleep schedule. "Go to bed, sleep. You don't even have any work to do."

"Trust me, I have plenty." He's lying.

"Well only if you have pressing work to do…I suppose you can stay up with me." She goes over and sits down on the couch and picks up her laptop and gets back to typing. "But don't stay up just because of me."

"Want coffee to stay awake?" He asks still standing near the kitchen.

"No I'm okay, I had a Red Bull right before you came out of the room." She smiled hearing Sasuke sigh and then chuckle a bit.

"You're gonna crash so hard in an hour." He sat down on the other couch.

"Don't manifest that for me." She says looking up at him.

He raised both of his hands and mouthed the word 'sorry'.

{45 minutes later}

Because Sasuke didn't have any work to do he found himself going down a Wikipedia rabbit hole. He was reading about pink Amazonian dolphins, he initially started on volcanos but ended up here. He looks up at Sakura who is asleep. Her head resting on her shoulder. Sasuke smiles slightly and got up to lie her down on the couch.

As he was adjusting her to make her lay down she jolted upwards hitting Sasuke's shoulder with her head.

"Ah fuck sorry!" She said rubbing her head. She shut both of her eyes tightly because of the pain.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I was just resting my eyes for a second and you scared me."

"No, you're were sleeping." Sakura opened her eyes.

"I am fully awake and ready to finish my problem set." She said sitting upright. Sasuke bent down so he was at eye level with Sakura.

"Go to sleep."

"I can't." She whines.

"You were just a second ago." He leans forward and kisses her nose. "Go to sleep."

"That type of convincing won't work on me." She says shaking her head from side to side.

"Fine," he stood upright again, "When you fall asleep again I won't wake you up."

"I'm gonna stay awake through the whole night."

"If you say so…" he said unconvinced.

And unsurprisingly to Sasuke, Sakura was asleep once more within 30 minutes. He also decided to sleep in the living room with her to make sure she wasn't alone. He got up once more and moved her laptop so it wouldn't break and fall and went back to his couch and laid back down.

#sentimental idiot25 #modern headcanons #college head canon #sasusaku #sasuke #sakura #sakura x sasuke #college life for real #semi-based off real events that happened to me

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theshotsheardacrossworlds · 2 years

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Day 21: Solution

Estinien has a “little” problem. NSFW.

Damn her. Damn her! DAMN HER!

Estinien, long, muscular arms crossed over his chest and foot impatiently tapping the floor, stood in the kitchen at the cottage and watched her. HER!!!!

Unsurprisingly, Agnes was preparing lunch (fish and chips) and dancing about the kitchen. However, what was driving Estinien to madness was how she was dressed. She was wearing a ruffled bikini top and short skirt with new boots.

DAMN. HER. Damn her for being adorable. Damn her for being so sexy. Damn her for being so bloody perfect in every single fucking way. She’s doing this on purpose.

“Love? Loooooooooooooooooooove?” Agnes practically sang as she took the chips out of the fryer. “Are you quite good?” Her chocolate brown eyes twinkled like expensive jewelry that I wish I could buy for her.

Estinien grunted, trying not to her know that he was staring at her ass. “Hmph. Fine. Just waiting for lunch, my sweet.”

As she added a bit more salt and pepper to the chips, she wiggled her generous behind. DAMN. HER. STRAIGHT. TO. THE. SEVEN. HELLS. “Is that so? Well, it’ll be ready shortly.” She glanced over her shoulder, winking at him. “Then after lunch we can find a solution to your little problem.”

“Problem? I don’t have any problems.” Play it cool, Varlineau. She’s oblivious as fuck. Maybe she hasn’t noticed…

Agnes, to his shock, laughed so hard she nearly started crying. “WHAT?! Love, you’ve been brooding over there since I got dressed this morning…and not to mention, but the bulge in your pants suggests otherwise.”

Oh shit, she noticed. “Tis not a ‘little’ problem, madam, as you well know.” He murmured, his pale blue eyes watching her every move as she made plates. Put her on a bloody plate. I’ll taste her. Worship her. Give her anything she wants.

Leaning over plate of fish and chips, palms flat on the table and tits just THERE, she smirked at Estinien. “I’m well aware, my grumpy dragon. So aware in fact that you’re playing right into my hands.”

SHE DID PLAN THIS! I knew it. I fucking knew it. “Sweetheart,” Estinien growled and reached her in three long strides, ending up behind her with his hands on her hips. “You needn’t ever play a game to get me to…” he trailed off, squeezing her hips. So soft. All mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. “Presumably get me to fuck you on this table?”

She moved to rub her ass against his large bulge, causing him to groan. “Silly man. Why not like this? The solution is staring you in the face, and yet—”

Estinien groaned as he undid his trousers, freeing his aching member. “And yet, you still have your skirt on.” He quickly reached for her smalls underneath and pulled them down. “Spread your legs, Agi.” She wiggled a bit and did as she was told. “Good girl. Such a good, sweet, pretty girl you are.” As he lined himself up, his heart nearly burst when he heard her whine a little. “So needy too. Have you been suffering all d-day?” Gasping, he thrust gently into her at first. “Fucking hells. You’re fucking perfect.” Hot and tight and wet and all mine. She’s all mine.

Agnes, breathing heavily, nodded. “All. Damn. Day. Wanted to show you…ah, how sexy I think I can be…wanted to drive you mad…”

“You never need to drive me mad, woman! You. Do. It. Already.” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust, making her gasp. That’s it, my pretty girl. You’re getting exactly what you want, and only I can give it to you. “Agi, touch yourself. Want you to come on my cock.” I love it when she comes---never loud, little gasps, and her whole damn body quaking. Leaving one hand on the table, she reached her clit and gasped louder. “That’s it. That’s it, good girl. Come for me. Come for me, Agi.” Please. Please come. Need you to come. Please. With a small cry, she came, her knees almost buckling. She FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD! MINE! Holding her steady, he came, spilling himself inside her. How is she so sexy and perfect and pretty and all mine? How? Mine. Mine. Mine. After a few moments, Estinien summoned Nidhogg’s strength and lifted Agnes his arms. “You alright?” He whispered, nose against hers.

“More than, love. Quick clean up and then lunch? It’s ready, by the way.” She giggled, and he began to laugh. They laughed as they cleaned themselves. They laughed and joked as they ate. She makes fish and chips better than any vendor around here! They laughed when he pulled her to the loveseat to cuddle.

Her. The solution is always her. My Agi.

#agnes currai #estinien wyrmblood #estinien x wol #estinien varlineau #wolstinien #smut #ffxiv smut #ffxiv write 2022 #ffxiv write #agi knows what she's doing lol #she drives him crazy #but in the best way

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dearchickadee · 8 months

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↳ LARK - Shepherds of Haven

thank you oh so very much to @xiuqius for unknowingly but probably unsurprisingly giving me a template to base my oc sheet on......you da bomb dot com :)

also Lark was originally going to be more self-insert than her own OC but she grew up so fast 🥺 so if any of her characteristics seem familiar, 1) those are probably my favorite tropes and 2) she is me but advanced. Kenna+. This is why she and Larken have such similar names LOL

UPDATED 9/28/23: clarified a few things, tweaked a few basics, expanded upon her relationship w Qilan

* GENERAL INFORMATION * ༉‧₊˚✧

Name, Nicknames: Lark van Laast, Birdie (by Trouble)

Callsign: Dawnbreaker

Sexuality: Biromantic Grayace

Pronouns: she/her

Age: Mid to late 20s (25?)

Birthday: Autumn (November 5th irl, idek the names of the "months" for shoh nfkdkskd)

Height: 5’7

Appearance: Navy blue hair (straight, shoulder-length, usually in milkmaid braids pinned closely to her head), fair skin with freckles, stormy gray eyes, glasses SOMETIMES (i don't know when reading glasses were invented but if my girlie was directly made by the gods they could've invented reading glasses too)

Other: Frequently ends her sentences in a sort of song or trill, especially if she’s teasing someone. plays with the loose strands of her hair when she’s nervous but insists she doesn’t have any tells. (tbh this only happens with friends and when she’s not on a mission or anything. Professionally, she could be a politician with how seamlessly she can be bisexualromantic, eat hot chip and lie)

* BACKGROUND INFORMATION * ༉‧₊˚✧

Weapon: Sword

I'm thinking mainly just a typical basket-hilted sword to really drive home that image of an obedient soldier. Also partial to a mortuary sword because it sounds cool. Regardless, she also has a secret, smaller sword similar to the ancient Greek xiphos for close combat / if her sword is ever broken or lost in combat

Magic Specialization: Enchantments and Bewitchments

Racial Heritage, Birthplace: Hunter, Maj

Education: Self-taught

* PERSONAL INFORMATION * ༉‧₊˚✧

Past Jobs: sideshow hypnotist, saleswoman, business security personnel, bodyguard

Likes: anything that is tied to her name (her love of birds + her favorite flower being larkspur, for example), mythology and folklore, foggy mornings, foraging / searching for lost objects

Dislikes: being out of the loop, competitive training exercises, people scaring off her birds (even if they are in the way of training or caring for the grounds)

Strengths: smooth talking, swordsmanship, peacekeeping / mending personal relationships, curious and amiable / easy to give answers to

Weaknesses: indecisive, dependent on others, sometimes a little dimwitted, puts too much stock in the power of friendship

Hobbies/Special Skills: reading, feeding the birds, simple embroidery, mending/sewing, hurdy-gurdy

Guardian Animal: Deer

Major Arcana: The Moon

* PERSONALITY * ༉‧₊˚✧

Heart of Gold/Will of Iron Rebellious/Loyal Independent/Social Tactful/Straightforward Bold/Cautious Charming/Stoic/Intimidating Witty/Sincere Resentful/Forgiving Self-Preserving/Self-Sacrificing Book-Smart/Street-Smart/Stupid (affectionate) One-God/Atheist/Old Faith/Agnostic

* RELATIONSHIPS * ༉‧₊˚✧

Blade: Lark is a good little soldier girl and, professionally, is obedient and respectful - perhaps to a bit of an extreme degree. At the compound, or in moments of downtime during missions, she's much more comfortable and casual around him. He sees her as a good friend; she doesn't know this and is still trying to become friends. They'll figure it out.

Tallys: They're on good terms but aren't very close. Lark asks too many blunt questions and gets lost in the sneaky dance of Elven conversation too much to truly understand what Tallys is saying. Tallys thinks Lark is too forgiving and idealistic to see as completely reasonable. However, Lark does have a gentle soul and likes to join Tallys in foraging and caring for nature, so they have some common ground to keep things breezy between them.

Trouble: Quickly became close, though Lark lasted about a few weeks calling them “acquaintances” rather than “friends.” While helping Trouble clean that wall (in his first hangout), she tried to stay stiff, formal, but still kind. It wasn’t until she helped him investigate the Equalists that she admitted this cold front act of hers wasn’t doing anything for her. Within the span of that one night, she tumbled from aloof recruit to trusted friend. Her feelings only deepened, and at record speed. She’s been sending signals and dropping hints forever - awkwardly and of course in her hot-and-cold, indecisive way - but Trouble is even worse and can’t pick up on any of it.

Shery: Kindred spirits. Can be found occupying a room together and silently working on their own needlepoint crafts. Lark asked Shery to teach her how to do various home building activities. People think they're both too shy and awkward to speak to each other, but they find they can have a silent understanding of each other and be just fine.

Chase: Originally didn't get along because Lark was intimidated by knowing that he could talk his way out of anything she tried to get him to do if he really wanted to. However, the two people closest to her are also close to Chase, so they inevitably spent some time together. Now the two are good friends, with Lark offering as much of the unconditional support he'll accept and Chase making sure she doesn't float somewhere dangerous with her head in the clouds so often.

Riel: Lark is intimidated by Riel, and he’s probably the one she “dislikes” the most. Riel is a genius and can get people to do his will a myriad of different ways, and even though Lark isn’t nearly as smart as he is, she knows her way around mind games. She’s determined not to let him move her around like a chess piece and hates when he ends up proven right, even (and especially) when she’s agreed with him from the beginning. She does appreciate his dry wit, though she is probably a little too sincere for his tastes.

Red: They are cordial. Both find the other easy to get along with, but Red moves too fast with grand topics too quickly for Lark to keep up and Red can tell when Lark stops listening to him because she got frustrated or overwhelmed. He does sometimes help her study, and when their usual groups are preoccupied they eat meals together. They just don’t seek each other out all that often.

Ayla: Since Ayla and Trouble bicker like siblings, Ayla and Lark’s relationship takes on a dynamic sort of based on that; Ayla views Lark as her “brother’s” girlfriend (that she likes more than her “brother”). Ayla often steals her away from Trouble (whether to tease one of them or just because that’s where she knows to find them), but they wouldn’t be such good friends if they didn’t also have Trouble as a common factor. Also, where Lark keeps Trouble from getting into trouble, she doesn’t have that kind of pull with Ayla.

Halek: Lark secretly looks up to Halek a lot, mostly because she’s insanely interested in her Hunter heritage. However, Lark is a try-hard and Halek is…the exact opposite, so almost every day she has a sobering moment of the “never meet your idols” variety. Her respect for him is generous, but not entirely unfounded at the end of the day. Halek has caught on to this a bit and enjoys it thoroughly. She doesn’t act reverent and obnoxious because he’s the Sol, and she’s entertaining, so he doesn’t mind the baseless respect she has for him too much.

Briony: Good friends that wish they could spend more time together. They both have that belief in goodwill and ability to make everyone like them, at least a little bit. When they do have each other’s attention, they’re often both talking quickly and excitedly about something deep and personal. They don’t waste time and they’re known to have boundless energy when together. They also like to IMMEDIATELY spill the tea to each other when they can. Lark has mistaken Briony for Qilan and Qilan for Briony from behind multiple times.

Lavinet: Lavinet likes to dote on Lark, and while she doesn't mind it too much, Lark wishes they could be closer and more genuine friends. Whether due to their limited time together or too much of a difference in their upbringing, they’ve not yet reached that point. They are on good terms, though!

Mimir: Friends, even though Mimir's manner of speech can confuse Lark. Oftentimes, Lark seeks Mimir out - she finds her presence calming in an arduous sense, like meditating beneath a waterfall. Mimir is more talkative around Lark, almost as if she thinks she has to entertain Lark when she has her company. Lark sometimes gets the feeling that Mimir sees her as some type of pet - or perhaps a docile little forest creature - in need of enrichment and engagement, rather than a real friend.

Croelle:

Qilan: Besties. Attached at the hip. Soulmates. I like the idea of them purposely both being kithma…like they were made by the gods to enhance the other’s power 🥺 they also (accidentally) balance each other out, especially in terms of how their similar backstories made them turn out. Lark found small shreds of kindness and community and eventually became a bleeding heart, while Qilan was forced to live on her own and cultivate lands of ruin to something she could use to sustain herself. Sometimes they kinda see each other as "Qilan is everything I could be if I wasn't such a failure"/"Lark managed to keep hold of that one precious thing that I've lost, that ability to love". But they are very close....forever.... It’s a bonus that their attachés are good friends too. They are an INSEPARABLE group. Do not even TRY

Currently, in the version of events where Lark and Qilan are BOTH the MC, I imagine they were both created by the gods in an effort to maximize the chances that at least one of them would be able to succeed in their task. Lark and Qilan never meet until they were both assigned to protect a caravan (before the events of canon.) This caravan didn't care much if the diminished fraternized or not, so Qilan spent half the journey both befriending Lark and dropping hella hints. (Perhaps both being the gods' special little dolls drew them to each other too...) Anyway, Qilan definitely successfully seduces Lark during this trip (it is a positive experience that helps Lark understand her asexuality and boundaries btw) and they part ways, expecting to never see each other again. ...then they both get assigned to Prihine's caravan. Qilan is assigned to Prihine, while Lark is either there to accompany some merchant that's better off that the rest or a guest of the wedding. Either way, Qilan and Lark aren't allowed to talk while on this journey, though Caine willingly winds up being their middleman sometimes. At the wedding, there's either twice as many demons descending upon Caine and Prihine or they both use the WOP to stop the demon and later are like "dangit one of us could've save ours!" Or maybe they share the WOP pool and have to split the seven between them. These details do not matter rn only the drama does. ANYWAY.....by the time they both recover and settle into the Shepherds, Qilan and Lark are basically inseparable. They are always around each other, everybody knows they're a set even before they discover that they are literally two halves of the same soul. Even once Qilan and Lark find themselves with, ahem, romantic entanglements, they still sometimes act more like a couple with each other than with their beau (i.e. going to each other to patch up wounds or when seeking comfort). So, to repeat: do NOT separate!!!

* HISTORY * ༉‧₊˚✧

Lark grew up in a sheltered little farming town, daughter to the heads of the community and heir to her father’s little farm. He kept chickens, and though Lark was taught how to do the entire process, she never got comfortable with killing the ones that they were to eat. Maj was a very close-knit community which often treated children as if they were everyone’s charge, not just the parents'. Lark gained a lot of skills from people in the community, including learning her instrument from a lonely, grumpy old man on the other end of the village.

Though she was expected to take over the farm and possibly as leader of the community, Lark dreamed of becoming a scholar. There was no way for this to happen - not when learned Mages were seen as so dangerous, plus the formal education in Maj was not quite up to the standards of most academic circles - but she still hungrily read every book in the village, trying to teach herself and broaden her horizons.

When the demon attacked and Maj disappeared, Lark immediately ran away. She didn’t know where to go or what to do, but staying in the open field, not even a single dogwood petal on the grass when there should’ve been houses and dirt paths and at least bodies - triggered too much of a panic. She hated the suffocating fear of being entirely and unexpectedly alone. Even worse, she hated that she felt abandoned, as if it was ever their fault that she couldn’t save a single soul.

Soon, a shady man found her and recognized her iladrin. He took her in with the promise of shelter, food, work and a new family. Still a young teen and obviously vulnerable, Lark readily agreed and found herself the newest attraction of an illegal traveling sideshow. The man kept dangerous animals in cages too small and mistreated his workers - all of which were Diminished of some kind, illegally using their powers to entertain people. Lark was a hypnotist, forced to use her magic to convince people to do whatever she wanted and keep up the act. The first time she refused, her meals were withheld from her and she was hurt so badly they had to cancel her performance that night. Eventually, somebody reported the sideshow to the Inquisitors, and Lark was lucky enough to have been out when they besieged the show.

For a while afterwards, Lark drifted around from town to town, selling small embroidered handcrafts to feed herself. When she stayed in one town for a while, she’d take commissions for clothing or tablecloths - larger projects worth more money. But she always left, afraid the Inquisitors or even her old ringmaster might find her.

She managed to get a job as the security personnel for a jeweler, a position she held for a year. However, her boss’ son stole from the store and blamed it on her. Though he was a kind man, he couldn’t accept that his child had done that to him and fired Lark over it. The son didn’t bring enough “evidence” to warrant charges, but the man still let her go for allowing things to be stolen in the first place. Then she got her job as a bodyguard, mainly guarding caravans, and the rest is history.

Lark winds up absorbing the thoughts and feelings of others (not magically, just empathically), which lends to her rather dramatic mood and countenance swings. In Maj, she was happy and confident, a beloved child of the leader and all around ‘little charmer.’ After the incident, she was disposable and unwanted, so she shut down. In the Shepherds, she’s valued once more, so she adopts her friendly, welcoming persona once again - the one that comes more naturally to her. Once she loses the voices, she feels unimportant and severed from the piece of her that gave her worth, and she starts shutting down again. Her sensitivity to the wants of others - and wanting to be wanted by others - makes it more extreme than a simple trauma response.

Despite her difficulties in structured, formal learning, Lark has a sharp mind and can weasel her way out of many difficult situations. Her charm has never quite left her, and she is often able to give opponents a false sense of security when they underestimate her. She doesn’t operate on any basis of pride and is willing to pull almost any trick to get what she wants, as long as her people won’t think less of her.

In training her recruits, Lark tries to be strict and commanding during drills and kind and nurturing in the downtime. However, since she is extremely sensitive as aforementioned, she winds up leaning on the kind and gentle side. At first, the recruits take advantage of this, but after seeing how crestfallen she was when they failed their first assignment, they all silently agreed to NEVER make her that upset again.

Some captains with their recruits: Listen to me or you will DIE on the field! Other captains with their recruits: Listen to me or you'll have to do laps!! Lark with her recruits: 🥺🥺 listen to me 🥺🥺 or I'll cry

* TRIVIA * ༉‧₊˚✧

Lark's swordmanship borrows from the many different places she's learned from: her hometown, where she learned rudimentary skills for self and farm defense; the sideshow, where there was a ket-mage that could fight with swords as well as juggle them; an old Inquisitor, secretly disgruntled with the Autarchy for one reason or another, who was willing to turn a blind eye and give a Diminished some pointers for her security job; and some other Diminished as she traveled with various caravans.

As she starts studying magic more efficiently, she eventually gains an affinity for wilds magic and can talk to some animals. (It helps that, during her time at the sideshow, there was a woman with wilds magic who worked as a "beast tamer" there and sort of became a motherly figure for Lark) She never gains the complete ability - not without it taking a great amount of effort and energy, at least - but if she forms a close bond with an animal, she can then communicate with it freely.

She has tamed crows so that they recognize her and bring her shiny things / gifts - first the normal way by feeding them, then additionally with her wilds magic. There's a whole murder of them that she can talk to now. Sometimes she can use them for surveillance as well, but only a few are good at that (for now).

On her own, Lark doesn't have a specifically good eye, but she has an uncanny talent for finding things. This isn't related to her magic at all - she's just good at it. That's how her crows know what to look out for and what's "suspicious" during surveillance, and people at the compound often look for her when they need to find something they misplaced.

Lark wound up having 100% heart of gold and 100% soldier stats on ACCIDENT when my original plan was for her to be a little manipulative but appearing innocent enough to get away with it. Silver tongue was her first stat to get to 100%, so now to reconcile these two ideas, I've simply decided that:

- She's unwittingly but incredibly persuasive - She has major guilt over everything and assumes she's manipulating people when she's actually just convincing them normally - Doesn't think twice about using her enchantments to get information but always feels really bad about it as soon as she's done - Is incredibly overdramatic and genuinely believed that she had walled off her heart and iced everyone out while simultaneously in the process of befriending literally everyone she first met at the Shepherds compound

Lark loves to lie. She doesn't do it maliciously but she likes doing that thing where she teasingly tries to pass lies off as true facts. She's also really good at lying for the sake of a mission - in fact, during the climactic battle of a mission, she almost turns into a different person, cold and calculating and knowing exactly where to hit with her sword - but it all falls apart the moment it's over or when the mission starts to fall apart. And she could never lie to her fwends 🥺

Her mood oscillates between two extremes of numb / anxious and affectionate / confident. Work in the Shepherds keeps her busy enough, and she’s (mostly) been able to keep her self esteem up and her moods more stable. Before joining, she was definitely more on the numb side of things, and when she loses the voices in her head after touching the luminary stone, she withdraws again.

Also related to losing the voices - Lark kind of accepted them at first because she didn’t care if it was a demon or not. She was sort of thinking “if it kills me, it kills me,” but in her most desperate moments she was glad to not be totally and utterly alone. Then she started to find it comforting before battles with the Faceless Lords, almost like a secret trusted advisor in her head…even if it was off-putting and, as far as she knew, a demon. Losing the voices felt like losing a friend. She was right on the brink of self-preserving and self-sacrificing before this, but once the voices are gone and there’s a gaping void in her thoughts, she starts dancing closer and closer to tendencies of martyrdom.

Her Hunter blood manifests a little more than she notices, and she always attributes it to natural causes. Somebody cold on an early winter’s day in Haven? She offers them her jacket - she runs warm, anyway. Somebody is lying to her? Well, she has a good gut instinct for that kind of thing - maybe she’s subconsciously picking up little gives?

#kenna.oc #oc: lark #etc: profile

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sukirichi · 3 years

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Imagine Naoya coming home a little bruised and is staggering. Forgetting etiquette and manners, you run towards him and helps him then POOF, Naoya turns into a child.

Getting Shoko to check him up and cue to Gojo laughing his ass off at Naoya's state to which you were a little irritated—no, you were ready to break Gojo's legs if it weren't for his infinity.

Maybe an hour later or the next day, little Naoya wakes up. To your surprise, he's so cute and innocent, staring at you with wide eyes, looking so lost.

crying. yes my heart is soft, i am in love. thank you so much for this, i really loved writing it and writing naoya always comforts me. thank you for making my day 💕

# soft naoya hours

# part of the trophy wife collection

Three hours. That’s how much time has passed since Naoya promised he’d come home. It had been three dreadful hours, and your husband still wasn’t home.

The servants have grown weary of watching you pace back and forth, your perfectly manicured nails chipped down from nibbling on it too much. He’ll be fine, they reassured, it’s Naoya-sama, he’ll come home safely. It’s not that you didn’t trust in his abilities – hell, you experienced his skills in speed and strength firsthand way too many times in bed before to know he’ll come out mostly unscathed – but he promised he’d be home three hours ago, and your husband never broke his promises.

Naoya himself knew better than not to keep his word. With you as his wife, he’s not worried you’ll nag or give him the cold shoulder should he come late since you’re perfectly content being submissive and meek, but the way you worry for him.

You always fret so much for him – not because he’s not capable of taking care of himself – but because you can’t handle the thought of losing him that if anything happens to him, you’ll quickly get rid of your trophy wife title in the blink of an eye and release the powers you’ve kept dormant since your marriage. Safe to say, you’re always so worried for him that he feels bad about it. It would’ve been better if you screamed at him at least once, but you’re too quiet, too gentle, that your perturbation manifests in anxious glances, endless pouting, and cold, trembling hands that he doesn’t have it in himself to make you worry any further.

But if such was the case, where was he?

The storm is unforgiving outside. Thunder erupts and claps even at the sturdy roofs of the Zen’in Estate, the lights blinking every now and then with each roar that wouldn’t simmer down to pit-pattering murmurs. Every now and then, lightning would illuminate the gardens outside, and still, not a sight of Naoya.

A few minutes later, just when you’re quite sure you’ve dug deep into the floorings from your endless pacing, your husband appears.

Bruises littered his face and neck, staggering forwards as he clutches his bicep. His feline eyes run across the room for a moment, the servants shock still upon seeing their master heavily wounded – and then there’s you.

He feels you before he sees you. Setting aside all etiquettes and manners drilled into your head that is becoming of the clan head’s wife, you lunge yourself into his arms. His pained groans and whimpers are heard, verbal protests absent. Softly, Naoya buries his cut cheeks into the crook of your neck as you quite literally lose it and cry as you pull him closer, almost muted whispers sorry I’m late disappearing into your silken robes.

You shake your head and fret over him once more, gesturing to the servants to get him a towel, call the healers and just do something. At your sudden commands, the servants come back to life and rush in all directions. Naoya begins to breathe heavily the further he weakens and you try to steady him, his eyes drooping close when – POOF!

Your husband shrunk.

Arms frozen in the air in the shape of Naoya’s figure, you stare wide-eyed onto the now crying child below you.

Blood and bruises are still matted on his skin, his clothes, his hair – and he’s peering up at you, small, chubby arms extended as his sobs grow louder.

“Oh, baby,” you coo and pick him up, not wasting another minute before you dial Shoko, cradling the tiny, vulnerable human that is now clinging to your robes like his life depended on it.

Unsurprisingly, Naoya hates it.

The moment Shoko arrives – along with goddamn Gojo Satoru who’s been taking pictures of a hissing red-cheeked Naoya, his chaotic howling painting the walls of the infirmary – Naoya refuses to leave your side. He doesn’t even want to be set down on the reclining bed where Shoko is supposed to take a look at him. He bares his tiny fangs to the healer at all times, glaring heatedly at the white-haired sorcerer behind you.

You’re strong – you know you are – and breaking Satoru’s legs really wouldn’t be difficult. But as if sensing your hostility – which is always expected every time people even looked at Naoya wrongly – the idiot (who wasn’t so stupid right now) had activated his Infinity.

“I can’t undo it,” Shoko announces with a frown, “He must’ve picked up the curse somewhere when he weakened, but I’ve already healed his previous injuries. The stress probably let the curse manifest as well. It should wear off soon enough if he’s feeling better.”

“So he’ll turn back to normal?”

“Yes, of course,” Shoko’s smirk was mysterious. “With you as his wife, I’m sure he’ll revert back to normal quickly. Just keep taking care of him. He needs it now more than ever.”

The pair leaves not long afterwards, though not without Satoru forwarding you images of a young Naoya whose wide eyes were crystallized with annoyed tears. You hate to admit it, but he’s really adorable. That’s not your main focus though, and you immediately retreat back to your room where you wrap Naoya around your coats before settling him on the pillows.

His cheeks are round and glistening with tears, lips pouty and chubby fingers clutching your sleeves. It’s so rare to see him this vulnerable, so open, that your heart melts.

You scoot closer to him and pat his back as you sing lullabies, your lips hovering just about the soft tuft of blond hair. He yelps when another set of thunder booms like an explosion and he cries, head buried in your chest as he listens to the lulling sound of your heartbeat. It breaks your heart that he’s this unguarded, so exposed to everything that you do everything you can to comfort him, wiping his tears away with the pads of your thumb.

Singing a little louder to hopefully silence the storm, you let his cries dwindle down, the grip on your clothes loosening as he slowly falls into slumber.

“You’re safe, Naoya,” you promise, “I’ll never let anything happen to you. You’re safe now.”

The exhaustion of today’s events finally catches up to you, and it doesn’t take long before your eyes are falling as well. You dream of nothing that night, only stirring every now and then in the dead hours of the night to make sure you’re not crushing him with your weight (you’re a messy sleeper.) Thankfully, he’s fast asleep, breathing evenly and cheeks bouncing every time he huffed out from whatever he’s witnessing in dreamland.

You wake up hours later when you’re pulled into a warm, solid chest. Large, calloused hands brush over your exposed collarbones from when your clothes had ridden down in your sleep, and you freeze in his arms, about to turn and stir, to litter him with kisses but Naoya merely cages you in his arms.

“Naoya,” you croak out, almost shyly since you’re squished between his muscles that are somehow still so flawless despite his scars. “Your breakfast…let me prepare it for you. You need to heal.”

“Just a little bit longer,” his deep, morning husky voice resonates through the tranquility of the morning, and he pulls you closer with his bicep before he finally lets you pull away, his eyes nothing but soft and adoring as he smiles at you. “Let me be with you a little longer.”

You don’t know why you cried, but it’s definitely tears of happiness as you playfully pound a fist to his chest. “Silly. I’m not going anywhere. ‘Til death do us part, remember?”

“Hmm,” he nods once, “I’m not going anywhere either. And even if I leave for a bit to save the world, I’ll always find my way back home to you.”

#naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin #naoya x reader fluff #naoya zenin x reader fluff #naoya zenin fluff #naoya x reader imagines #naoya x reader scenarios #naoya zenin x reader imagines #naoya zenin x reader scenarios #naoya zenin imagines #naoya zenin scenarios #naoya best husband 💕#ugh i've been feeling sad but this made me feel better tysm #asks with naoya's trophy wife #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen x reader imagines

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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boys are a disease ~ jennifer check;jennifer’s body

word count: 1139

request?: no

description: in which the school’s resident hot girl engages in a conversation with the outcast about how much boys suck

pairing: jennifer check x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

I was drying my hands using the shitty paper towels that the school provided when the bathroom door swung open. I glanced up a moment then did a quick double take when I realized who was stood there: the queen B herself Jennifer Check.

Jennifer was your stereotypical high school hot girl. She was a cheerleader, she had perfect skin and hair that seemed to be naturally silky no matter what. Every guy in school wanted to be with her and every girl wanted to be her. The only difference between Jennifer Check and other pretty, popular girls was that Jennifer’s best friend wasn’t a fellow hot cheerleader, but rather her polar opposite Needy Lesnicki.

I was also the polar opposite to Jennifer Check. I was your average social outcast, just trying to coast through school until I graduated and never had to see any of these assholes ever again. I figured Jennifer would’ve brushed right past me and pretend like I didn’t exist.

When she walked right up next to me and started talking, I went into a brief moment of shock.

“Boys are a fucking disease,” she proclaimed. “They don’t know how to leave a girl alone.”

Her attention was on the mirror in front of her. She was running her fingers through her already perfect hair, leaning in closer to the mirror to fix her makeup.

“Like Craig keeps fucking hounding me every time he sees me trying to ask me out on a date. You know who Craig is, right?”

It took me a moment to realize she was asking me a question. My words were still stuck in my throat, so I nodded in response instead.

“Of course you do? How can someone not know that fucking slimy twerp?” she continued. “He is, like, so not on my level to even consider hooking up with me, and he won’t fucking take no for an answer no matter how many times I say it. I saw him making a beeline for me in the hallway so I ducked in here to get away from him. No doubt he’ll be out there waiting for me when I leave.”

She glared at the door where Craig was likely stood by like a creepy stalker.

She turned her attention back to me and looked at me, expectantly. I wasn’t sure what to say. I still felt like I couldn’t even speak. Girls like Jennifer didn’t have casual, boy bashing conversations with girls like me.

“It’s cause he’s on the football team,” I finally managed, although I sounded unsure of myself as I said it.

“You’re totally right, it is,” Jennifer agreed. “I blame those stupid teen movies about cheerleaders and the quarterbacks. They make these losers think that just because they wear a varsity jacket they’re on the same level as us cheerleaders. Most of the football team are just gross, horny boys that wanna feel up your tits and fuck you for the five seconds they’ll last.”

I awkwardly shuffled. Jennifer was right, the football team definitely was not as cool as they thought they were, but the sex talk just made me feel a little awkward. It goes without saying, I had never been on the receiving end of anyone’s sexual advances, whether the feeling was mutual or not.

Jennifer noticed my tension. “Are you okay?”

“I’ve just never talked to someone popular for this long. I’m kind of waiting for things to go south.”

She was looking at me for a long time then. I figured this would be the moment she realized who I was and left in disgust for talking to a loser like me.

“Why would things go south? You seem really nice. At least, Needy always says so.”

“I’m not exactly popular.”

“Who gives a shit? Neither is Needy, but she’s my best friend.”

It’s hard to explain the social hierarchy of high school to anyone, let alone someone who flowed to the top so effortlessly. Needy wasn’t popular in the same sense that Jennifer was, but she wasn’t a complete loser. She had Jennifer - her popular best friend - and Chip - her not so popular but still cute and dorky boyfriend. Unlike Needy, I had no one. Not even a fellow outcast friend. Just...me.

Before I could explain this, the warning bell rang. Jennifer groaned and rolled her eyes. “God, I’m gonna have to face that total scuzball now.”

“I can come with you,” I offered. “Maybe he won’t corner you if you have back up.”

“Would you? It would mean so much to me.”

Her eyes were big and pleading and...beautiful. I couldn’t look away from them. With just one look, she had me wrapped around her perfectly manicured fingers. I wished to have that ability.

We stepped out of the bathroom together and, unsurprisingly, found Craig waiting. He started to advance on Jennifer, but stopped when his eyes landed on me. A confused look crossed his face, one that was mirrored by everyone who was passing by.

Jennifer looped an arm through mine and waved at Craig before dragging me down the hall towards class. I felt tense with the amount of attention I was receiving. I could almost hear the whispers about Jennifer hanging out with someone like me and I wasn’t sure how I felt about any of that.

When we reached the door, Jennifer turned to me, giving me her thousand watt smile.

“Thanks for that. It means a lot,” she said. “Maybe I’ll see you around again.”

“I’m - I’m in this class actually,” I told her.

“You are?” Okay, that one hurt a little. “That’s great! Come sit with me and Needy!”

She didn’t give me any time to respond before grabbing my arm and bringing me to the empty seat beside her.

“Hey, that’s where I sit,” Chasity said.

“Too bad bitch, find somewhere else,” Jennifer snapped. Chasity rolled her eyes and went to find a new seat.

“Hi (Y/N),” Needy said to me.

“Hi Needy.”

“Needy, you’ve really undersold (Y/N) to me,” Jennifer told her best friend. “She is extra salty.”

My brows furrowed together in confusion. “Salty?”

“It’s a compliment,” Needy assured me. “It means Jen likes you.”

“She saved me from Creepy Craig, of course I like her.”

Jennifer winked at me and I felt my face heat up with blush. The final bell rang and our teacher entered the classroom. I tried to focus on what she was saying, but I kept glancing over at Jennifer. As if feeling my gaze, she glanced over her shoulder at me and smiled.

For the first time, I didn’t see Jennifer as just the hot cheerleader that everyone fawned over. I saw the true beauty in her, something I could find myself looking at for a very long time.

#jennifer check #jennifer check imagine #jennifer check x reader #megan fox #megan fox imagine #megan fox x reader #jennifer's body #jennifer's body imagine #one shot #imagine #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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murdertoothpick · 3 years

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Heylo, I hope you're having a nice time! Coming in with a request. Ever since I read your 212 follower celebration I cannot get romantic Cody out of my mind. Sooo if you were up to it, could you do a smut which starts out fluffy, with fem-reader having a rough day and Cody easing her with some romantic sexy-time? Thank you. (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

one day

Commander Cody x fem!Reader | w/c: 2960

Warnings: unprotected sex, p in v sex, fingering, cunnilingus, romantic sex/sex with feelings, 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

'You okay, love?' Cody frowns on the other side of the comm channel, darting his head around the corner to make sure nobody is near.

He retracts his head upon your response, his wariness being replaced by concern as he hears your shaky exhale. 'Just a hard day at work,' you grimace to yourself.

Cody nods despite the lack of visual he can give you from where he's hiding on the ship. Just as he's about to offer you the opportunity to vent, his vambrace begins beeping, the light of his communication channel with General Kenobi flashing. It summons him back to his place in hyperspace.

He sighs, 'I have to go. Can I...make it up to you later?'

Your voice is soft, understanding, forgiving...'Yeah,' you breathe, eyes flitting to the clock. It reads 1400, still a long day ahead of you.

'I'll see you soon,' he promises, before adding a rushed, 'Love you.'

You smile at your wrist communicator, your frustrations momentarily quelled by the satisfaction of at least having heard Cody's voice, even if short-lived. Any time you get with him is enough.

'You too,' you respond, waiting until the light of your communicator goes out before releasing your breath. The incessant ticking of the clock only seems to make time move slower as you remain confined in your office.

Whilst boosting your spirits, the promise of seeing Cody causes the rest of the day to drag on longer than before. You're unexpectedly assigned to more paperwork when a coworker goes home sick, prolonging your departure home and making certain that you'll be working overtime.

When you call Cody to tell him you won't be home until late and that he'll be better off seeing you tomorrow, his reply is chip. You know that he values an early sleep to compensate for early mornings—whether for a mission or for training drills—so he knows where you're coming from.

'Get home safe,' he reminds you in earnest.

'You stay safe.'

He laughs at the derision in your voice, though heeds your words all the same. The evident concern you both have for the other makes your heart swell.

Where Cody is unable to be in your presence, he consumes your thoughts as you mindlessly tend to your mundane tasks. There is joy and comfort when thinking of him, but also a poignant yearning for him when he's not around.

You let out a sigh of relief when you finish your last report, slumping into your chair with exhaustion. After your long day, packing up your belongings and heading home takes little to no time, a clear sign of your eagerness to escape work for the weekend.

Unsurprisingly, you let your mind wander to Cody on your journey home, and so you are pleasantly surprised when you find him sitting on your couch, toying with the frayed edges of your cushions. It startles both of you, you seeing Cody's large figure in your living room, almost a silhouette in just his blacks, and him not hearing the keypad of your door being bypassed before your entry.

'I made myself at home—if you don't mind,' he rushes, crossing the room to give you a peck on the lips.

You smile gingerly at him, eyes regarding the neatly laid pile of armour sitting out of place near your entrance. 'Of course,' you assure him, 'And while I am happy to see you, I thought we were gonna see each other tomorrow?'

He rolls his eyes, hands going to your shoulders to languidly message the muscles, 'And I told you I would make it up to you.'

You crane your neck at the contact, letting your eyes flutter shut as you think. 'What time do you have to be up tomorrow?' you query, eyes still closed. While you want to savour all the time you have with him, he has duties to attend to. You didn't want to get in the way of that. At least, not that he's aware of.

'The 212th is on leave for a few days,' he reveals, a hint of a smirk in his voice as he leans into your proximity. You can feel his breath on your lips, warm and teasing as he speaks, 'I'm all yours.'

You open your eyes, the only thing in your field of vision being him, so close and the sight is breathtaking.

'You're pretty,' you hum, looping your arms around his neck.

He pulls the rest of your body closer to him, your lips still mere centimetres from each other. His voice is beautifully soft when he responds, a testament to the closing distance and the intimacy of your embrace. 'So are you,' he smiles with crinkled eyes, 'Can I kiss you?'

You nod, slightly tilting your head up to welcome the kiss. He moves to cup your face, thumb smoothing over your cheek a few times after you've closed your eyes in anticipation.

The kiss is gentle but firm; It's ethereal, the way he grounds you and yet, makes you feel like you're floating. You feel your stress melt away as his lips move against yours. You whine when he pulls you away, feigning offence when he lightly laughs.

'What's so funny?' you ask him, donning a playful glare that does little to hide the predilection in your eyes.

He shakes his head, 'Nothing.' You know he's teasing you, but you opt to focus on his smile instead, committing the view to memory. Likewise, he observes your face, and takes notice of the way your gaze travels across his features with the movement of your pupils. He inhales when your eyes look to his lips.

You're pulled out of your reverie when he speaks again, 'Heard you had a hard day. Wanna talk?' He brushes a strand of hair to the side, reacquainting himself with your features.

'No,' you return quietly, and just as he opens his mouth to argue, you continue, 'Not now. I'd rather do something else.'

His eyebrow raises at the suggestion, 'And what would that be?'

You bite your lip to contain the bubbling excitement in your stomach, 'You.'

He pulls away from you at your response, but as he reconnects your hands he gives you all the confirmation you need. He pulls you with him as he backs up towards the couch, responding in a breathy confession, 'You have me.'

You surge up to kiss him, more passionately this time—as if to tell him likewise. He returns the kiss eagerly; it's not frantic but practised and familiar. Comforting.

Cody lets himself move over the arm of the couch and onto the cushions, scooting to the other end as you crawl over him. He welcomes another kiss from you, his fingers splayed out on your back to press your body against his. You momentarily separate yourself from him—his lips practically chase yours to resume the act—only for you to entertain the silent demand by tracing the features of his face with yours.

He visibly relaxes at your touch, sighing as he feels the tension in his muscles fade. His exhale earns a giggle from you, and then he remembers why he's here.

You yelp as his hold on you grows tighter; he flips you over so that you're pinned underneath him.

'This...' he pauses, planting a light kiss on your face, 'is about you,' he reminds you, and himself.

You smile up at him, your expression both dazed and giddy, 'Yes Commander.'

Cody's feet nestle between yours, prying your legs apart so he can settle between your thighs. He returns his attention to your face, planting short kisses in a long succession. It begins at your forehead, so featherlight and soft as if representing a delicate innocence to your embrace despite his plan for you being less than pure and proper. But that's just it, there's a tenderness with Cody. A vulnerability you let only him see, and parts of you only he knows. And he knows you well.

Cody trails his lips down your nose, then teases you with one last peck on the face before he's moving towards your neck.

You thread your fingers through his hair, lazily looking at the ceiling above you. His lips are soft like you've always found them to be, and the warmth of his breath makes your heart accelerate so much that it takes a lot for you to keep your breathing steady.

When he does stop, it's only so he can pull your shirt over your head before he returns to worshipping your body, lips travelling even lower than before. His hand kneads one of your breasts over your bra, massaging the mound slowly and languidly while his mouth attends to the other, nipping the exposed skin with his teeth.

You gasp as his hand dips under your bra to rub your nipple between two fingers. He twirls the nub, sending a shock of arousal through your body.

'Maker, you're gorgeous,' he murmurs, lifting his head to look up at you when you give his hair a tug.

You respond by adjusting the position of your legs, bringing your knees closer to you with your feet planted on the couch. He takes it as an invitation to go further.

Practised hands free you from your bottoms, tugging them slowly down your legs. You involuntarily shiver as he removes the clothes, his body now pulled away and leaving yours exposed to the air of your apartment. You make a grabby motion for him as he repositions himself to sit cross-legged in front of you, pulling your legs over his thighs.

He makes eye contact with you, searching for confirmation.

'Hey,' you exhale softly.

'You okay?' he asks, words hushed to not overwhelm you. He doesn't want to stray from his objective, one he had assigned to himself the moment he sensed your distress through your unscheduled call with him.

You nod with a smile, 'Getting there.'

He chuckles, moving a hand to ghost over your sex. 'Can I?'

Your breath hitches, 'Please.'

He finally makes contact, fingers separating your folds and exposing your cunt to him. He lowers his head, blowing lightly on the area.

Once.

Twice.

You squirm—and then the cool air is replaced by his tongue as he licks a stripe between your folds.

Once.

It's hot and you can feel the heat return to your face. You instinctively clench your thighs around his head, before he's—once again—lifting his head up to look at you. You feel two fingers prodding your opening. He's asking for permission once again, though he communicates it this time through his eyes.

You wordlessly nod to him, breath hitching as he pushes his digits inside of you. He works them slowly, pushing his fingers in and out with care. His thumb finds the hood of your clit, rubbing slow circles against it and continuing these ministrations as he watches your eyes flutter shut, brows knitted together with pleasure.

Your breaths are heavy, seizing with every thrust of his fingers into you. He only begins quickening the pace when your mouth falls into an 'O,' eager to keep your face contorted like that.

Cody finds a rhythm that he knows will push you to the edge, it's not rushed but he can anticipate your climax as whimpers sound from your throat. He crooks his fingers inside of you every few pumps, taking notice of the shift in your expression each time, his chest puffing with pride at the sounds he pulls out of you. And with just two fingers.

'Cyare...can I add anoth—'

He's cut off as you moan loudly, back arching off the couch as you reach your high. The stimulation of your clit has ceased, but he quickly focuses on helping you come down as he continues moving his fingers into you, coaxing you through your orgasm. He slows down, eventually pulling his fingers out when the clenching of your walls around him becomes sparse.

He brings his fingers, now soaked with your cum, up to his lips, lapping at the slick with his tongue. His other hand returns to your clit, languidly rubbing it again as he prepares you to chase another high.

'You okay now?' he asks, returning to his stature of care and love for you.

Your chest heaves with your breaths, though you're not worn out yet.

'No.'

Concern mars his features immediately, brows furrowing in worry. 'I'm sorry—did I hurt you?'

Your heart swells, and the shaking of your head and warm smile you send his way gives him release. You snake a hand down to his wrist, stopping his ministrations. 'No,' you affirm, 'I need you, Commander. All of you.'

He inhales sharply, willing himself to pull away from you. You busy yourself by unclasping your bra and then watch as he pulls off his shirt and pants, letting them fall to the floor before he returns to his position between your legs. He presses a kiss to your forehead once again, except this time, you don't have the opportunity to savour it once you feel the tip of his erection against your opening.

When he finally pushes himself in you throw your head back onto the couch arm, keening against him. He stretches you out; a delicious follow up from his thick fingers. Your hands loop around Cody's neck, pulling his face down so you can reconnect your lips in a warm, passionate kiss. You moan into his mouth as he thrusts into you, slow and deep.

You continue mewling as his cock moves in and out, again and again—and when Cody pulls away to whisper praises between your moans, his words egg you on even more.

'Krifffff...you're so pretty,' he grunts, a hand moving up to cup your face. His touch is gentle, a reflection of the way he's handling you tonight, keen on ensuring your pleasure and comfort.

You make eye contact with him, eyes threatening to close at the overwhelming sensation, and he takes it as a sign to continue—not that he has much control over his words when he's sheathed so deep inside of you, or around you at all.

'Just s'pretty,' he slurs in a mix of groans, 'Just wanna take care of you...'

You nod frantically against him, moaning over your words as he ruts into you, 'You do...shit! You always take care-Oh!-of me,' you exclaim.

His hips begin moving faster at your assurance, spurring a bout of confessions from deep within his chest, 'I just want to make you feel good, cyare...like how—Kriff!—like how you make me feel...'

Your moans become higher in pitch, and if not for Cody dropping his head into your shoulder, raggedly breathing into your ear, you would not have heard his next words.

'Wanna...marry you, cyare. Wanna family—Kriff—a life after the war...'

Your walls clench hard at that, and your fingernails settle in his shoulder blades.

'Yeah?' he urges, 'You want that? Want me to make you mine?'

You don't have the capacity to respond, not in words at least, not when he's fucking you so good right now.

Cody continues, enabling himself to voice his desires, the dreams that venture beyond surviving the war and coming home to you. 'I...I could take your name...your last name. Kriff. You have me wrapped around your fingers,' he grunts.

And your pretty pussy is taking my cock so well, he almost considers adding.

'C-Cody...' you stutter, his head lifting to look at you in response, 'I'm so close...'

He pulls his upper body away from you, allowing his hips to drive into yours at a much faster pace. His gaze moves to where you're connected, and he groans upon seeing the remnants of your previous orgasm seeping out of your sex, coating his length as it glistens.

'I do this to you?' he gestures to your wetness with the flitting of his eyes, his hands moving to grasp at your thighs. It sets your skin aflame, and with the thrusting of his hips, is enough to push you over the edge.

'Yes!' you yell, immediately falling into a flurry of moans as you experience your second orgasm, feet digging into the small of Cody's back as you ground into him.

The pressure of your feet pushes him just that much deeper inside of you; he spills himself into you with a shameless moan, hips canting as his cum mixes with yours. Heavy breaths and cries blend together, an orchestra of just you and Cody. It's beautiful, music to your ears.

He collapses against you, head buried in your chest and limp arms on either side of you. Your fingers instinctively move to his head, running themselves through his hair.

'Thank you,' you hum, and he takes a moment to appreciate the sound of your heartbeat before finding the words to respond.

'What for?' he inquires.

You roll your eyes at his humility, scratching his scalp lightly. 'I feel better now.'

He looks up at you, a boyish smile on his face, 'You mean it?'

'Of course,' you answer with no hesitation, but your expression does falter momentarily with your next question, 'Did you mean what you said? About getting m—'

And his response is just as quick, without flinching. 'Absolutely.'

You return his smile now, dipping your head to kiss him and he meets you halfway. He steals your breath, your heart, and you would give everything to him.

Cody whispers into your lips, and you return it with the same care and gentleness. The same yearning and love.

'One day?'

'One day.'

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BnHA Chapter 316: We've Had One, Yes, But What About Second Explosion

Previously on BnHA: Deku was all “[powers up like whoa because it’s time to end the fight]”, and he saved Overhaul from getting not-shot, and then smashed up Nagant’s arm with the power of his new rechargeable super knees. Nagant was all “yoooo this kid is crazy strong whaaaat, it’s like he’s some kind of protagonist or something.” Deku was all “I AM A PROTAGONIST, ACTUALLY, DO YOU WANT TO JOIN FORCES AND FIGHT BAD GUYS WITH ME?” Nagant was all “ah shit why the hell no -- ” and then AFO was all “SURPRISE” and everyone was all “?!?!?!” and AFO was all “TIME TO EXPLODE NOW” and made Nagant explode because he’s an absolute fucking dick. And then Hawks showed up, because Horikoshi just wanted to stuff as many plot points as humanly possible into a single chapter I guess.

Today on BnHA: Hawks is all “good job giving motivational shounen redemption speeches Deku but I’ll take it from here” and screams very earnestly right in Nagant’s face until she finally wakes up. Nagant is all “oh hey it’s my successor, you seem surprisingly unfucked-up from your own HPSC tenure, how did you manage that?” Hawks is all “fandom is going to love hearing this one, but basically it’s because I’m very upbeat and also I had the world’s best role model Endeavor to look up to,” and I swear this man stirs the pot on purpose, but damn it I still love him so damn much. Overhaul is all “HELLO AGAIN, JUST A REMINDER THAT, THE BOSS!!” and Deku is all “MAYBE TAKE TWO SECONDS TO REFLECT ON HOW YOU TORTURED A LITTLE GIRL,” which, thank you, lol. Nagant is all “btw AFO’s hiding in a house in the woods”, and so Deku and the gang go to the house in the woods. Video recording!AFO is all “hi I’m AFO welcome to Jackass” and blows up the house. Sometimes I wonder if this manga is just a weird dream.

I am once again reading the Bean version because I think it was actually the best out of all three translations last week. and that is surprisingly including Viz’s. “faux” is not nearly as entertaining as “knockoff”, and also I have literally no idea why Caleb thought Deku was saying the Third’s lines lol

oh hey, Endeavor’s here too! not that you’d ever be able to tell from this first panel lmao

glad you received All Might’s call, mysterious unidentified glowing smudge

oh snap he says he’s weaker in the rain. is that why AFO told Nagant to attack then?? except that as we discussed the other day, I believe that AFO fully intended for Nagant to lose the fight, so him giving her info that would give her an advantage doesn’t really fit in with that. maybe he wanted Deku to be separated from Endeavor and the rest for maximum angst, though

btw Deku’s eyes are unsurprisingly back to the new normal here

alas, the angst continues. I say, pretending like I’m not totally eating it up each and every week and writing essay after essay about it lol

anyway so apparently Hawks can’t actually fly lmao. he was just yeeting himself with style

for some reason this is the funniest fucking thing I’ve ever seen omfg. wave to Hawks, kids! say “bye, Hawks!”

j/k of course Deku is catching them. -- except???

wow so he was just running on fumes there at the end. well, good to know there is actually a limit to his shenanigans, particularly regarding this new “knockoff” 100% OFA. it will definitely not alleviate any of the discourse, but it’s good for my own peace of mind because it’s solid confirmation that he still needs his pals in order to win this thing

anyway, but on to the rest of this conversation, which is basically Deku deducing what we all deduced last week -- AFO implanted some sort of trap into Nagant when he gave her Air Walk. though I’d still like to get the actual details from AFO and/or Horikoshi, because this was particularly wild even by quirk standards lol

omgggggg

she still has a face after all!! so it’s confirmed, Horikoshi has no idea what “blowing up” actually means. we might have guessed, based on what happened to Toga in the MVA arc, and also based on everything Katsuki does ever, but shhh

so now Hawks is all “NAGANT PLEASE WAKE UP, IF I SHOUT MY NAME AT YOU WILL THAT DO THE TRICK”

this is actually kind of touching though because even though we all know (or most of us acknowledge at any rate) that Hawks is a pretty caring person, it’s rare to see him actually panic over someone’s welfare like this

oh shit Horikoshi is really doubling down on it

I wonder how much Hawks knew about what really happened between Nagant and the HPSC. regardless, he probably sees her as a kindred spirit of sorts, and I’m more than happy for Deku to pass the redemption torch onto him now that he’s on the scene. like no offense Deku but they actually know each other and stuff lol

DAMMIT NAGANT CAN’T YOU SEE HOW LOUD HE IS YELLING

apparently being freed from his HPSC shackles has finally given Hawks the space to embrace his own inner shounen protagonist. is there anything more shounen than trying to motivationally scream someone awake when they’re lying in your arms inches from death?? 100% guaranteed to work

!!! IS THIS NAGANT’S POV OMG

SO SHE IS ALIVE. THANK GOD. Horikoshi doesn’t want to meet with my emotional distress lawyer today after all

love how she’s all “just gonna stir up the weekly Hawks Discourse pot here by implying that he probably committed a lot of Atrocities just like I did, so now people can get all hopped up about that, even though there’s no evidence he’s ever killed anyone aside from that one horrible ‘damned-if-you-do...’ situation with Twice.” no one asked for your provocative speculation young lady!! trust me Nagant, our rabbles don’t need the rousing lol

but nice save there with the “so how are your eyes so untainted” well you see it’s because even when he was following the HPSC’s orders he always went to great lengths never to go against his own moral compass. which just to be clear was incredibly difficult, and led to a ton of pain and suffering on his part, because the life of a spy is basically just one impossible situation after another. but in spite of that he never stopped trying to do his best to help people. I don’t really know where this tangent came from or is leading to, lol, but anyway p.s.a. I love Hawks a lot and he’s a good kid dammit

oh shit??!?

how is the League always able to swing all these fancy forest mansions. where do they find them. how many do they have

so Deku’s dropping them -- very roughly, not sure if he was reacting to finally getting AFO’s location, or if his energy really is giving out -- and now Nagant’s saying that AFO hired other villains as well. well of course he did. gotta keep chipping away at OFA’s ninth successor little by little

now Nagant is asking Hawks how he’s able to keep making “that” face. I assume she’s again talking about the fact that he somehow didn’t let the HPSC wear down his spirit

oh my god???

thanks for stuffing this chapter to the brim with good nutritional Hawks Feels, Horikoshi. what a good. he just keeps on trudging forward undeterred no matter what bullshit comes his way. what a steadfast little guy. I WILL PROTECT YOU FROM DISCOURSE MY SWEET SUNSHINE

lmaoooo

“SPOTTED THIS DUDE JUST CHILLING OUT THERE ON THE ROOF WITH NO ARMS, SEEMED PRETTY SUS” good job Endeavor

anyway so you don’t really need me to tell you that Overhaul is immediately starting in with the “BUT THE BOSS WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO TAKE ME TO THE BOSS YOU PROMISED YOU WOULD TAKE ME TO THE BOSS” stuff again. but I will go ahead and tell you anyway. so yeah. he’s doing that

OMG YOU GUYS LOOK AT DEKU’S “of all the fucking assholes to just randomly drop in on my life once again why did it have to be you” FACE THOUGH, OMG

fun fact, if you go back to chapters 124 through 160, there was an entire story arc where Overhaul imprisoned and tortured a little girl. yeah, I know!! suuuuuuuuper evil. anyways just an interesting little anecdote for you all that’s somewhat relevant to the current situation

OMG, YES. FUCK YES, DEKU

THEN WHAT ABOUT SPARING ONE FOR HER!!! YES!!! EXACTLY!!! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, SOMEONE GETS IT

HERE’S THE PANEL OF DEKU SAYING THE EXACT SAME THING I’M SAYING LOL

(ETA: so apparently there’s some discourse about this because some people are interpreting this as Deku saying “you should apologize to Eri”, which would obviously be a terrible idea even if Overhaul actually wanted to do that, because Eri shouldn’t ever have to see him again. however I just want to point out that there is a HUGE difference between saying “it would be nice if you could direct that feeling of regret/being sorry towards Eri as well”, vs saying “you should also apologize to her.” all Deku is doing is rightfully pointing out that Overhaul has hurt way more people than just his boss, and if he really is remorseful, then he should extend those feelings of remorse to Eri and the rest as well. it’s not a directive to take any specific action, and I’m 1000% sure no one at U.A. would let Overhaul within 100 miles of Eri ever again.

tl;dr “try feeling remorse sometime” =/= “do you want me to fly you over to U.A. right now to surprise the little girl you traumatized”, lol.)

[slings an arm around Deku’s shoulders] you’re a good kid. I like you. I don’t know if I tell you that enough, but it’s true

meanwhile here is Overhaul’s “spare... a thought... for Eri...???????” face sigh

the struggle is real y’all

(ETA: and that’s... the last we ever saw of Overhaul, I guess? well all right then. I assume Deku will make good on his promise, so we know he’ll get that little bit of closure before going back to jail or whatever, and I confess I’m more than fine with leaving the rest of it open-ended, especially given his character’s history. I think this was pretty generous all things considered.)

lmao holy shit

All Might what did you do to those tiki torch guys?? did you thrash them. did you give ‘em those hands. did you deliver their own asses to them complete with a sticker reminding them Amazon Prime Day is on June 21. we missed out goddammit

so Endeavor, who wasn’t the one he was asking, is telling him that they captured (well let’s be real, Deku captured, give the credit where it’s due) Nagant and Overhaul. and so I guess they’re going to take Nagant to the ER now

fire is no one’s weakness

-- oh my GOD I scrolled down and audibly gasped

[is politely but firmly approached and asked to remove my arm from Deku’s shoulder by the physical manifestation of all this Dekuangst] “we’re sorry, he’s not allowed to have visitors right now” oh shit, my bad. [goes to stand behind a police barricade]

lmao what. did you run out of room on the previous page

what an exaggerated fade to black lmao

-- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I actually can’t see what he’s reacting to so maybe I’m just seriously jumping the gun here lol, but THE HELL WITH IT. the next panel appears to be a cut to Haibori Forest, so I’m just gonna go ahead and declare that Deku ran off on his own all wounded to go have more Dekuangst, just like I manifested. now go call Katsuki goddammit

[scrolls three more inches down] oh

yeah so like I said, Deku is walking very slowly a few feet in front of Endeavor, who’s telling him to wait up. yep. we’ve all gotta be so careful to not just jump to conclusions. I know we’re excited but still

anyway, so! welcome back to Mt. Lady and Kamui Woods (ARE YOU GUYS DATING) and Edgeshot! have fun walking into this obvious trap lol

dammit Deku why are you so determined to tempt fate

[monkey puppet meme faces]

OH MY GOD THIS IS PURE GRADE-A CHEESY COMIC BOOK VILLAIN 101 SHIT AND I’M HERE FOR IT

that’s such a weird way of clapping who claps like that

unlike certain other people who shan’t be named, AFO doesn’t feel the need to inexplicably take his shirt off when recording sinister villain monologues. I think we’re all pretty grateful for that

high fives to everyone who called it!! yep yep

anyway so this whole scene has major booby-trap vibes, which I’m enjoying immensely even though I don’t think anything is really going to come of it lol. probably just another long-winded AFO Speech. but wouldn’t it be funny if like the ceiling started lowering down to try and squish Deku afterwards lol

(ETA: well the explosion was still pretty funny too ngl.)

ffff

[“Dekuangst is the trap” intensifies]

anyway so yeah. he’s just hitting up all of his usual villain talking points. we get it, you’re so smart and you see right through the thin veneers of society and people who don’t conform are left to fend for themselves and labeled as villains and history is written by the victors, and blah blah blah dude are you just jumping randomly from one soundbyte to another lol. literally what are you talking about. what does this have to do with you blowing up Nagant

-- holy shit??

[”Dekuangst is the trap” intensifies MORE?????]

LOL WHAT

BRO. WHAT IS WITH YOU. DON’T YOU KNOW HOW TO LAY ANY OTHER KIND OF FUCKING TRAP GOOD LORD

“YOU’RE NEXT” THE CALLBACK?? THE PARALLELS?? THOUGH WHEN ALL MIGHT POINTED HE MADE IT LOOK WAY COOLER. AFO’S POINTING JUST LOOKS LIKE SMOKEY THE BEAR

HAS ANYONE CHECKED IN ON KAMUI WOODS I HEAR HE IS WEAK TO FIRE?? THE ONLY ONE WHO IS, APPARENTLY

r.i.p. to this particular forest mansion. don’t worry they have a ton of backups

remember last week when I said maybe AFO thinks explosions are gauche. well never mind. he fucking loves explosions

anyway so that’s the end of BnHA, everyone. hope you enjoyed. it was a good ride while it lasted. see you all, good luck in your travels

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The Brothers Animal Forms

I know animal forms are something talked about a lot, but... I also wanted to chip in my two sense on the matter <3

Also thank you to the Discord server pals for inspiring this. All chosen for fun rather than realism.

general head canons

while they can choose what animal they turn into, it takes extra energy to maintain a form that isn’t their familiar animal

they can’t exactly how that form appears, so their appearance for that form is consistent each transformation, but not necessarily the same compared to other forms

Lucifer

His default animal form is, unsurprisingly, a peacock. He’s been known to occasionally turn into a bat or a wolf if the need arises.

His feathers are solid black and shiny and his tail feathers sport blindingly white eye stalks (if you stick him in a dark room they glow!!)

If he has to go with you while shapeshifted, he WILL park himself right on your shoulder like a cantankerous shoulder ornament. His tail feathers are always draped over your shoulder, looking like a kick ass cape and if he tucks his head around your neck just right, he could be mistaken for a weird and clunky accessory. He does eventually get to be too much for your shoulders (bc these bastards weigh like 20 pounds, its ok at first but after awhile it gets HEAVY)

Even as a bird, he has a stare that would make all but the hardiest turn tail and run and given that peacocks are dicks and prone to violence, no one would think twice about getting close. (it goes double when they realize holy shit its the freaking Avatar of Pride)

You’re going to be hard pressed to convince him to turn into anything else. His wolf form closely resembles Cerberus but don’t mention it or accuse him of loving his dog, he’ll deny everything.

If you try to convince people Lucifer is your emotional support animal, he will bite you when no one is looking. Affectionately and in a very unsexy manner.

Mammon

Default is a magpie, shiny black with a big white patch upon his chest. Sees no reason to turn into anything else. (I can see him taking a liking to ferrets just to hang off your shoulder like a floppy noodle)

Mammon refuses to NOT go with you, so he’ll sneak his little birdy butt into your bags when you go somewhere and hide out until you get somewhere he can (spy on) guard you from afar.

He’s found its a lot easier to snitch anything that catches his eye when he’s a bird, but he also doesn’t.... really have a way to distinguish bird instinct saying “oh, shiny. must keep” and “oh that’s something actually valuable” and at the end of the day he has more stuff that bird brain thought was valuable than things that are actually valuable.

Might explain why he tends to get away his thievery.

Leviathan

Itty bitty little snake!! Only alternative is Very Big snake. Bigger than a house. Could probably bite a ship in half (are we sure that’s a snake and not his true form??)

Narrow face and dark sleek scale. Longer than he is thick (wait are we still talking about snakes or- *bonk*)

Wraps himself around your neck like a scarf, and as much as he wants to hide away from prying eyes, could NEVER work up the courage to hide himself in your clothes, especially wrapping around your torso. What, are you trying to give him a heart attack or something!?

Please bring a sufficiently large enough bag for him to hide in, he can’t take all the stares.

Has the most boopable snoot. Do it. He’ll be upset if you do it in front of anyone.

Satan

Despite the current reputation of the unicorn in pop culture, there’s a reason they’re Satan’s familiars. The real ones are spiteful creatures and prone to fits of mischief.

But unicorns aren’t exactly..... inconspicuous or allowed into enclosed spaces. So he does have alternatives he often turns to instead. Go ahead and guess what he turns into...... If you guessed a cat, you are correct.

As a unicorn he’s a pale sandy color, with slender legs, hoof ‘feathering’, the traditional tufted tail, and a branching, jagged horn.

Cat Satan is rather petite, and ginger in color and the type of cat that will knock over a full glass of water for your attention. PET HIM DAMMIT. (Also has a boopable snoot, more receptive than Levi)

If you must bring him along as a cat, he will insist on trying to balance on your shoulder. Eventually gives up and settles for letting you cradle him oh so gently as you walk.

... It’s not that bad. Oh wait, is that Lucifer staring him down? Suddenly its become the best and only way to accompany you places. take that you cantankerous bastar-

Asmodeus

Scorpion bab. As much as he finds beauty in his insect familiar, they’re not for travel. Can usually be found as rabbit instead. (insert horny joke here) The prettiest little bun you’ll ever see. Has also been known to turn into a sparrow and a stag.

Tiny bun, can fit in your hands for optimal ease of carrying. Champagne colors, with cute lil droopy ears and a dark nose.

He insists you carry him with you one of two ways. On your shoulder and continuing to pet and cradle him or in a fashionable bag. No compromising on it either.

Adores the attention he gets from strangers. He is rather adorable, isn’t he? <3

Wait, Asmo stop charming people into giving you more pats you fiend.

Good luck getting untangled from all the crowding people.

Beelzebub

A fly. Has been known to turn into other bugs (mostly beetles) and not much else.

As a beetle, he’s a very bright and vibrant red color.

He’s followed you around as a fly before and it was ok for a bit.... but you keep mistaking him for a regular fly and swatting him, much to your horror. Its ok, he knows you wouldn’t have if you remembered (somehow that makes you feel worse than if he’d been upset)

Eventully he opted for the beetle instead (its not any less confusing some times but the number of swats goes down significantly)

You don’t know why, but for some reason you were possessed to bedazzle beetle Beel exactly once. He came out so very pretty. You even managed to tie a ribbon on one of his atennae. Very pretty indeed. You still have pictures of the incident.

Beel was a very good sport about it.

Belphegor

Cow man. He refuses to turn into anything else. Too much effort. Once he turns into a cow, you’ll have a cow on your hands for quite some time, finding that he doesn’t care enough to turn back just yet.

Fuzzy cow, very long fur, droopy ears, and big soulful eyes. Wicked dangerous horn, though. He’s tried to trample Lucifer a large handful of times, Diavolo at least twice, and tried to gore Satan once. (Satan won that battle and he decided never again)

You’re not getting him to go anywhere. Even if he could be convinced to physically moce somewhere, its not like anyone is gonna let a whole cow in.

And so, for a great many reasons, cow Belphie happens very rarely

He makes for a wonderful pillow though.

#i had too much fun with these #i also put a liiittle too much thought into the sparrow and stag for asmo #he just seemed like both so i looked it up #liked what they were associated with and kept it #obey me headcanons #obey me humor #obey me shitpost #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me scenarios

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cuquitalocita · 3 years

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nothing like customer service |rowaelin month- day 1|

rowaelin masterlist

an: starting it off with a requested part two (prequel??) to this fic. hope you all enjoy and happy rowaelin month!

word count: 3,406

Of two things, Rowan Whitethorn was one-hundred percent certain.

One: he never should have applied for college if it meant getting a job like this to stay afloat.

Two: he didn’t get paid nearly enough to deal with customers like the woman in front of him.

It was six in the morning, Rowan wagered. It probably wasn’t the woman’s fault she was so cranky. But it most definitely was her fault that she was choosing to take it out on Rowan on only his second day of work at the local cafe near campus.

Rowan sighed, attempting not to show his rising frustration with the black-haired woman who had confronted him moments before, yelling with all she was worth. The sun wasn’t even out yet.

“Ma’am I-”

“Maeve.” Rowan allowed his posture to drop a smidge as his boss’s hand came to rest on his shoulder. The smaller man had to step beside Rowan to even be seen but by the raise of his brows, it was clear Malakai was familiar with the woman. “What seems to be the problem this morning?”

The tense smile Malakai wore faded as Maeve turned her dark gaze on him, her eyes glittering. “It seems your new hire is quite useless, Malakai,” she hissed. “Can’t even make a simple cup of coffee.”

Rowan was trying his best not to growl as Maeve locked eyes with him once more and gave him a cold smile. She knew damn well he hadn’t been the one making coffee. But it seemed this woman just wanted to see the world burn. Rowan knew something else he wanted to see burn too.

“That would be my fault, I’m afraid.”

Rowan nearly jumped at the new feminine voice that sounded behind Maeve, clearly belonging to another woman. He didn’t need to see her to know she was younger, her voice almost musical compared to the deep rasp of Maeve’s.

He stayed still as Maeve was lightly pushed to the side, revealing a girl he knew to be about his age. Rowan swore his breath caught in his throat as he took her in, wondering how he hadn’t noticed her on campus.

She was absolutely stunning.

Golden blonde hair ran down her shoulders and covered her head with a beanie, just showing the red tips of her ears due to the fall wind and the tips of her cheeks and nose were stained red from the cold as well, almost making it impossible to see her freckles if one hadn’t been focused on her face.

Rowan was.

But what truly caught his gaze were her eyes. Bluer than he had ever seen before, he was just able to make out the golden ring around her pupils which somehow emphasized the pink of her lips.

She smiled easily as if there was a single thing about Maeve that was even remotely amusing, and shot Malakai a knowing look. Unsurprisingly, her smile was truly breathtaking.

The girl pointed to the coffee in Maeve’s hand- apparently loaded with enough cream and sugar to “kill a small animal” and locked eyes with Maeve. “I wasn’t paying attention when they called the order number and it seems you grabbed mine. I believe this-” she held up a small cup of coffee that looked jet black. “-is yours.”

“Miss Galathynius.” Maeve seemed to almost hissed the words. “Isn’t it a bit too early for me to be dealing with you this morning?”

The girl didn’t balk, only raised a single brow in amusement as she adjusted the beanie on her head. “Always a pleasure running into you, Professor.” The small smile she wore would have infuriated Rowan had he been on the receiving end of it. Instead, it had him biting his tongue to keep from laughing as he looked between the women in front of him.

He knew Maeve had looked familiar. He now recognized her as the statistics professor at the University.

“Well,” Maeve didn’t respond to her. She turned back to Rowan with a glare that had him sitting up straight, his face unwavering. “Apparently you owe me a new coffee and I’ll be on my way.” She addressed the young man behind Rowan who quickly burst into action, a look of sheepish guilt on his face.

Rowan handed her the coffee quickly enough and Maeve was headed to the door. She turned back to the blonde woman, shoving her sweet coffee into her hands with enough forced to knock over a small person or severely warn her had the coffee not been capped.

“I expect to see you in class this afternoon, Miss Galathynius.” The saccharine smile the girl returned held a spark of mischief. “That is if you deign to show up.”

“I’ll be the one with a pen in my hand.”

The bell rang out loud as the door smacked shut behind her. Rowan shook a little as some of the fall wind went up his back.

“Bitch.” Rowan barely heard the muttered word uttered by the woman in front of him.

His head whipped around as he took in her eyes that were glued to the door that had just shut.

“Aelin…” Rowan had forgotten Malakai was even behind him. He turned to see the older man watching her with a warm smile. She returned it with a sheepish smile of her own as if caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, even though she sounded anything but.

The girl- Aelin finally turned to Rowan, pinning him with her blue gaze. She gave him a polite smile and it was made very clear to him that this woman could have anyone wrapped around her finger in a matter of moments. It slightly infuriated him. She was probably one of those people who believed she was entitled to everything in the world around her. That she could bat her pretty lashes and it would be done.

“Can I just get a blueberry muffin?” She held up the coffee Maeve had shoved into her hand. “I guess I already have my coffee.”

“Not thanks to you,” Malakai chirped as he walked back behind the counter. “I wonder, Aelin, do you go out of your way to infuriate the poor woman?”

Aelin looked ready to burst as she bit her lip and looked down at her feet, shaking her head. “Nope. That’s just a perk.”

Malakai snorted as Rowan rang up her order.

She made to pull out her wallet to pay but was stayed by Malakai’s hand. She glared at the older man as he waved off the cash. “Malakai-”

“No, Aelin, what have I said?”

“But I don’t work here anymore! I should pay just like everyone-”

“And you have,” he insisted, shaking his head with a tone of finality. “Time and time again. Now take your muffin and get out of my new hire’s face.”

Rowan jerked at the mention of him and Aelin smirked as she looked at him, her gaze running over his body. “Trust me,” she scoffed. “I bet he’d love for me to be in his face.”

Luca choked on whatever he was eating as a dark blush attacked Rowan’s face. He attempted to cover it up as he leveled her with an unimpressed look. “Not likely, Princess. Don’t you have a class to go to?”

“Couldn’t I ask you the same thing?” she replied.

“That doesn’t concern you.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Then why does my answer concern you?”

Rowan shrugged. “It doesn’t. But if Maeve’s reaction to you was any sign, you need all the academic help you can get.”

In what seemed like a second, the playful girl in front of him was gone. Her blue eyes hardened and she scoffed a cold sound, ruffling back into her purse and pulling out a small handful of coins. She dumped them furiously into the tip jar.

“For the great service,” she snapped.

She was out the door without taking her muffin.

Surprisingly enough, Aelin was back the next morning, ordering the same shock-inducing coffee with the same bright smile on her face. But this time it was Luca at the register, and the stumbling boy seemed to be in a wonderful conversation with her before she turned to Malakai.

“Maeve’s a bitch,” was all she said.

“Takes one to know one,” Luca chipped in from his spot by the register. Aelin shot the boy a venomous glare that quickly had him turning back to the customer in front of him. Rowan hid his smile as he gave her his back.

“Oh shut up, Luca. You’re not even out of high school yet.”

Aelin threw her hands up in frustration, her blue eyes sparkling with a look Rowan was starting to think about more and more often. “What am I supposed to do? I’m an arts and humanities major!”

“I think you can deal with Maeve for another semester and then never see her again,” Malakai said unhelpfully.

“If I don’t set her classroom on fire first,” she muttered, causing Rowan to bite his tongue. There was no doubt in his mind that Aelin would do it.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. I better get going if I want to make it to Hammel’s class on time. Thanks for the coffee again.” She raised herself out of the stool.

Before she could make her way to the door, Rowan shoved a bag into her hand, his face stoic. Her eyes flared with indignance before seeming to check herself.

She eyed it warily before taking it gently and gazing inside. Aelin eyed him with pure bemusement.

“A blueberry muffin,” Rowan stated. She raised her brows once more.

“I can see that.” She placed a few coins in the tip jar.

It was times like these that Rowan was sure he wanted to quit his job.

A young college girl stood in front of him sporting ridiculous-looking pigtails and a University sweater, and Rowan was more than sure he wouldn’t feel bad if he were to kick her out at that very moment.

It was the third time this week the annoying brunette had decided something was wrong with her order and felt the need to comment on it. Rowan could admit that she had been quite polite about it, but he couldn’t care less when they were in the middle of another morning rush.

“Luca,” he barked out, causing the teenager to spin around quickly with wide eyes. “Make me a small caramel latte. Quickly,” he enforced as he set to work. Rowan turned back to the girl in front of him as Luca shoved the new coffee into his hand.

He gave her the coffee along with her money back and watched with rigid stillness as the girl tipped him and turned to leave the coffee shop.

Aelin watched him from her table in the corner, shaking with silent laughter at his tense shoulders. By the time the bell rang signaling the girl had left the shop, Aelin was holding a new blueberry muffin in her hand and gazing at the doorway. She turned back to Rowan as his jaw seemed ready to snap.

“Aren’t you going to say thank you?” He met her gaze with a raised silver brow.

“For what?” he snapped. “She complained. For the third time this week.” Aelin threw her head back and laughed.

“Oh, not for the order,” she smirked. “I meant for tolerating you.” Her blue eyes twinkled. Rowan turned back to prepare another order so she couldn’t see the twitch of his lips that almost looked like a smile.

It was another four days before Rowan saw her again.

She was back later than usual- this time in the afternoon on a Wednesday, and the cafe is basically empty apart from a few other college students. Unlike them, she gravitated straight to the bar top and dropped all of her heavy textbooks with a loud huff.

“I don’t suppose you’d mind being an accomplice to arson?” she mused. Rowan was glad she couldn’t see the smile on his face as he prepared a coffee with his back to her.

“Only if I get to light the flame,” he deadpanned as he handed the coffee off to the student it belonged to. He watched as Aelin dropped her textbook before catching it with her other hand.

“I’m sorry-” she choked out a laugh. “Did you just make… a joke?” Rowan said nothing but gestured to the clear cabinet of pastries in front of him, asking her what she wanted. Aelin pointed to a blueberry muffin in the window cabinet. Rowan bagged the muffin silently, pretending not to notice Aelin’s gaze on him or the insistent yearning to look at her. He handed her the muffin and Aelin took it without a word, the two working in silence until Aelin shoved her textbooks back into her backpack and dropped a few coins into the tip jar.

Rowan’s words stopped her with her hand on the door handle.

“Thank you.”

It’s raining the next morning Rowan sees her. Fall was finally in full swing and Rowan had taken to wearing long sweatshirts that covered up most of the tattoo in his arm to keep him warm, much to Luca’s dismay. The kid claimed it was ‘way too cool to cover.’

Aelin walked in around her usual time, closing her umbrella with a large snap, and barely acknowledged Rowan as she walked up to the counter.

“Same as usual?”

Her response was a small silent nod and Rowan set to work, enjoying the amiable silence between them. But it was strange for Aelin. She was usually so chipper in the mornings and usually, she was the main thing that woke him up. He didn’t think he liked quiet Aelin.

“Are you…” he cleared his throat. “Are you okay?”

Aelin’s eyes shot up to his own, surprise coating her features at his out-of-character question. She paused the movements of her fingers as she looked at him before shaking her head and continuing.

“Yeah,” she shrugged, smiling a little bit. “I just hate the rain. It’s so glum.”

“Nah.” The words were out of his mouth before he could think better of them. “Rain is pretty cool actually. It’s like… a reminder. That the world isn’t always pretty. And yet it still goes on another day.”

The look of shock coating Aelin’s features had Rowan immediately feeling insecure and he realized he hadn’t meant to speak so honestly. But as Aelin’s smile softened, and she placed a few coins into the tip jar, Rowan allowed his own to turn up at the corners.

Maybe he hadn’t regretted it.

“All good customers today?” she asked. Aelin had returned during yet another afternoon during a rare time for her, with a sweet smile on her perfect face. Rowan groaned as she dropped a few coins into the tip jar.

“I think I’d like to take you up on that arson offer.”

Aelin is brooding today, Rowan notices the next morning as she glared down at the thick red ‘D’ on her paper. She had walked in without her usual brightness, her smiles dim, and her small talk bland. Rowan was too much of a coward to admit it more than bothered him.

He observed her silently and ignored her glare, simply glancing between her face and her paper before clearing his throat.

“You look beautiful today. I mean, not that you don’t look beautiful every day but…” Rowan didn’t think he had ever floundered for words harder in his life. He could feel a deep blush creeping up the back of his neck but was more than happy to see the tension in Aelin’s shoulders drop as a girlish smile covered her face. He wasn’t counting, but he swore she dropped more coins than usual today.

Rowan waited until the door shut behind her before he gazed out the window, more than pleased to see a matching blush on her own cheeks as well.

It had been a week.

An entire week since Rowan had last seen her, and he would be lying if he said it wasn’t bothering him. It was damn near embarrassing how often he perked up at the ring of the door every time someone walked in, only for them to slump back down when he realized it wasn’t the blonde he had been expecting.

It was the middle of the day, the cafe relatively empty as Rowan gazed pathetically at the unmoving door. He jerked up as Malakai slammed down a tray of blueberry muffins next to him. He looked at the younger man and sighed.

“It’s her finals week,” he said as if that explained everything.

“Hmm?”

“She has her statistics final tomorrow and I told her to stay away and study. That’s why you haven’t seen her.”

“She can study here,” he couldn’t help but point out. Malakai only rolled his eyes.

“I hate to break it to you Rowan, but you aren’t the only one who gets distracted when she studies here.” The blush was back attacking the back of his neck in full force and Rowan turned away and began restocking the muffins.

The thought had crossed his mind more than once- if what he and Aelin had could be anything more than just friends. But he had dismissed the thought as quickly as it had appeared. He liked Aelin- she was kind and funny and hardworking from what Rowan could tell.

“You know she’d say yes,” Malakai supplied knowingly.

“What?” Rowan pretended to brew some more coffee.

“To… whatever it is that’s going on between you two. She wouldn’t say no, Rowan.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

But he did know. The fact had hit him in the face like a truck at high speed and the realization almost had Rowan dropping the pot of coffee on his feet.

He was in love with Aelin Galathynius.

“Rowan!”

The man in question barely had time to look up and see a wisp of blonde hair before a smaller body was thrown at him in a full hug. He felt the breath leave his body although it had nothing to do with the weight of the girl in his arms. No- he had been waiting months to have her here.

Aelin smelled like lemon verbena and it was difficult for Rowan not to inhale the scent that was directly in his face as his nose touched her silky hair. He tried not to squeeze her too tight as he had no idea what was happening. Although he did feel Aelin let out what felt like a giggle as she finally pulled away, not leaving his arms as she looked up at him.

She held up a thick stack of paper that read ‘STATISTICS FINAL EXAM.’

And next to it was thick red A-.

“I did it!” She was beaming at him.

“You did it,” Rowan repeated, unable to look away from the paper. But then it hit him. “You did it!” Lifting her up and squeezing her even tighter, Rowan spun Aelin in a circle, delighted in the laugh that sprang out of her. He wanted to record the sound and listen to it every night.

Finally, he put her down but once more, he refused to let her go. Aelin made no motion to move away either.

“All thanks to you,” she smirked. “Who knows what I would’ve done without my study buddy?” Rowan didn’t register anything she was saying. He was too busy looking at her mouth- at her perfectly pink lips and how much she wanted to kiss them.

She was saying something-

“Go out with me.” The words sprung out of their own volition. Aelin stilled in his arms, looking up at him with a raised brow before a brilliant smile cracked through.

Rowan didn’t think he was breathing as she reached up and placed a delicate kiss on his cheek, his skin burning at the contact. She grinned.

“It took you long enough.”

Before he knew what was happening, Aelin had turned away and placed a few coins in the tip jar.

He didn’t need to count them to know it was quite a bit more than usual.

the prompt was: i just realized i’m in love with you

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it's just part of the job

This is a once shot based on a request by @laurentrvn! I really loved the idea and tried to stick as closely to the prompt given, so I hope you enjoy!

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1248

Warnings: can't think of any, it's pure fluff

You were exhausted, to be frank.

It was just past 2 a.m. in yours and Tom's London home as he prepared for a late night TV interview based in Los Angeles.

The show was taping his part at 8 p.m. their time, which converted to 3 a.m. yours during the summer months.

Normally it wouldn't have been that big of a deal.

You were so proud of Tom for his upcoming film, but you were actually in the middle of shooting your own movie in the city, something you'd been busy doing all day long.

Crazy hours are just part of the job, though.

The interview wouldn't be long, so you'd agreed to stay up with your boyfriend and make sure he was well styled so he wouldn't have to call other people to the house in those early morning hours.

Thankfully, you were going to have a two-day work break anyways as your film's scripts went through some minor rewrites.

Because of the ridiculous hour, your stomach had decided that 2 a.m. was the perfect time for a snack, so while Tom dressed you had decided to scrounge around the kitchen until you found something good.

You brewed some tea in the meanwhile, both you and Tom deciding that this wasn't an ideal time for coffee, especially considering you hadn't slept in at least 20 hours.

You walked into the bedroom, a small tray in hand with the tea and snacks stacked carefully.

"Hey I got some fruit and some cookies but let me know if- woooow..." you said, brows raised once you saw Tom's outfit in the reflection of his full-length mirror.

He'd chosen to dress in a shirt you loved, a button up with thick vertical stripes tucked into some grey slacks, an outfit which was reminiscent of 70s fashion.

You had to laugh at the fact that he was even wearing pants, though. Unfortunately he'd learned the hard way what it was like to forgo pants on a zoom meeting, so he swore to wear them for any video call from now own.

Who knew, he might even be asked about it in his interview tonight after his boxers had previously gone viral.

Tom turned and smiled at your pleased reaction, walking towards you. After you set the tray down, he snaked an arm around your waist and planted one kiss on your forehead and another to your lips.

"Think I look good, eh?"

"I'm loving the fit, but we need to put a little makeup on you," you said, shimmying from his grip and disappearing into the bathroom to find the foundation his stylist had explicitly told him to use tonight.

When you returned, he was indulging in a chocolate chip cookie, the crumbs all over his mouth.

"While you finish that, I'm going to start on your forehead," you explained as you began dabbing a beauty blender along his hairline. After a few minutes, he had an even layer painted over his face and neck.

"Am I done now? I'm supposed to log onto the call soon," he pouted.

"Almost, I just need to swipe on a little blush and neutral eyeshadow and you'll be all set," you answered, focused on picking out a blush color that would look natural on camera.

"I don't even get why I need makeup. They're going to be seeing me from my shitty computer camera and office lights. I mean look at you. You're not wearing makeup and you look great!"

You paused brushing a light rouge over one cheek to give him a half lidded look.

"Nice try, but we both know I look like I was run over with a truck," you joked.

It's not like you were even trying to sound self-deprecating, it's just that you had been awake far too long after having done a physically taxing shoot all day.

The second you'd gotten home, you'd showered and gotten rid of any trace of makeup, leaving you bare faced with damp hair that wet the collar of your old t-shirt.

"Well I think you look beautiful," Tom reiterated, kissing your forehead again as you went to grab eyeshadow.

You hummed in response and quickly brushed a light tan color over his eyelids to complete his look.

"Okay, all done. You did a good job on you hair," you commented, still instinctively reaching up to reposition a curl.

"Well that's perfect, because I need to get logged on. Why don't you relax and I'll come get you when I'm done, yeah?"

You nodded and let him go, watching him head across the hall as you sat at your vanity, sipping on the tea you'd made for yourself.

Though it took almost 30 minutes of sound checking and ensuring a good connection, Tom's interview had only lasted about 10 minutes.

When asked about the time in London, he'd only had one answer:

"It's just part of the job"

As expected, he'd had to show off his pants and make sure everyone knew he was wearing them despite the wee morning hour. Also unsurprisingly, he'd been asked where y/n was, explaining her taxing day and praising her for helping him get ready.

Once he closed up his laptop, he got up and turned out the office light. He then untucked and unbuttoned his shirt, ready to put on some comfy clothes and get in bed.

"Hey I'm don-" he paused and stopped in the doorway, grinning.

In the 40 or so minutes since he'd left you, you'd fallen asleep with your head down on the vanity, a half-eaten cookie in hand and your hair splayed all around the desk.

"Darling, are you awake?" he asked in a whisper, his hand gently placed over your shoulder, to make sure that you weren't just resting your head.

When he got no response, he knew you were actually asleep.

Tom quickly removed his unbuttoned shirt and exchanged his slacks for sweatpants. He also haphazardly took a makeup wipe to his face, knowing that leaving makeup on his face would cause it to break out.

Once he was cleaned up, he came back into the room to take care of you, starting by removing the cookie from your hand and placing it back on the tray.

He sat you up, your head rolling backwards until his hand could catch it. Thankfully you hadn't scooted the seat forward at all, so all he had to do was hook an arm below your knees and the other around your back.

He stood with a little huff, your dead weight no match for his strength.

Though you were asleep, your head instinctively turned into his chest as he transferred you a few feet and laid you gently on the bed where he had folded back the covers.

The missing warmth of his skin awoke you as he shuffled to the other side of the bed, so you stretched and yawned.

"Sorry that I woke you love, I was trying to be gentle," he whispered, sliding onto the mattress as you rolled to face him, still exhausted.

"It's okay. How did it go?"

"Amazing of course," he punctuated the statement with a forehead kiss. "He asked what you were up to."

"Hmm. What did you say?" you asked, cozying up to Tom.

"I told him you were out partying while I worked all day, as usual," he joked.

You snorted, not having the energy to fully laugh at his joke.

"It's just part of the job," you retorted. You were starting to slip away again.

"G'night, Tom. Love you," you slurred hazily.

"Good night, darling. I love you, too."

A/N: Ugh this was so cute are you kidding me??? Pretty much all the credit goes to @laurentrvn like I said before. I was given pretty much the backbone of this fic and just filled in the missing pieces, so I hope it's what you were imagining with this!

Thanks for reading!

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morizoras-cave · 4 years

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Don’t Apologize (Request)

Sebastian Stan x gn!teen!co-star!reader, Anthony Mackie x gn!teen!co-star!reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Request Description: Hi🖐 Can I please request a cast x teen reader and there in an interview and she's quite shy and doesnt talk much and the interviewer knows that so they ask her all the questions but she cant and she starts to cry so the cast get angry or something. I love your writing♥️

Warnings: language, anxiety

(A/N): so sorry i didnt do this like i usually do my cast x readers, i only chose seb and anthony for this. i hope its still alright. and im back to requests again, although it’s been fun doing some of my own work (and also work with loz, that beautiful bastard) for a while :)

“See you later, Bryan.. If you know what I mean!” Anthony yelled after the last interviewer, as he shuffled out the room with his list of unanswered. You and Sebastian were cackling, wiping your tears. You’d lost track of how many interviews you’d had to sit through of Anthony talking about his ‘round brown’.

“Oh my god, how many of these do we have left?” Sebastian asked, calming down finally, and running a hand through his hair.

“Why? You have something you want to tell me?” Anthony joked accusingly, looking from Sebastian to you. You shook your head silently, hoping to not be dragged into one of their never ending discussions.

“Don’t- Don’t drag me into your shit, Mackie,” you mumbled. A wheeze escaped Anthony at your shy mumble. “Why couldn’t they just have paired me with Elizabeth again?”

Before Anthony could begin joking and making you and Sebastian laugh again, another interviewer walked in. She looked uptight and collected, wearing professional clothing and holding rather official looking papers.

“Hello, I’m Yolanda,” she greeted Sebastian with a toothpaste-smile, and shook his hand firmly, before doing the same to you and Anthony. She was intimidating, not casual or approachable, but someone who had their shit together.

She seemed interested in you right from the start. In her first few questions, she’d always look directly at you while asking. Her sharp gaze was anxiety inducing, even more so than all the other interviewers. Sebastian and Anthony ended up answering for you though, knowing that you were shy and uncomfortable with people. Yolanda didn’t seem satisfied with this though.

“Y/n,” now she was addressing you directly, spitting your name from her mouth like poison, “would you say that this movie is in line with you and your coworkers’ character arcs?”

You were sure you could answer it. Well, if you were at home, talking to your pillow. Right there you could feel your heart beating painfully against your ribcage. Both of the men on either side of you definitely heard the way your breathing picked up.

“Uh. Well. Yeah, to a- to a degree. Some of them,” you choked out. Pathetically, you realized you were blinking away tears. No one had noticed yet, thank goodness. What a stupid thing to cry about, you thought.

“Do you think it aligns with the comics’ character arcs? Do you think it’s good to diverge from the original story?” She asked intensely, eyes still boring into yours. You kept your gaze at the floor sheepishly, picking at your nails.

Sebastian looked down at your hands in your lap, and quickly grabbed one in his hold, preventing you from picking your fingers.

“Um.. Well, I think- I think that there are a lot of, you know, um, storylines and arcs in the, uh, the comics, so staying canon could mean a- a lot of things,” when you finished your sentence, you breathed out in relief. Your entire torso seemed inhabited by a wild, unresting anxiety, tingling and aching.

A single tear slid down your face, and you quickly rushed the hand that was not in Sebastian’s to wipe it away. This definitely did not go unnoticed. You immediately felt Sebastian squeeze your hand and Anthony putting his arm around you protectively.

“What the damn hell, lady? You’re stressing them out!” Anthony boomed, gesturing wildly with his free hand. You looked up and saw Sebastian’s jaw clenched and brows furrowed. Anthony had a similar expression, you discovered when you turned to him, a frown prominent on his features, and intense eyes.

“What’s your problem?” Sebastian yelled. The woman seemed taken aback, mouth agape and on her chest like she couldn’t believe that they thought this was her fault.

“It’s not my fault they started crying!” she said. Her voice shook quietly, clenching her hands around the bottom of the chair she sat on.

“Yeah, it is your fault!” Anthony said. Meanwhile, you sat there uncomfortably, shaking. She was right, you thought, it was your fault for being such a baby, she was just doing her job.

“I’m- I’m sorry, it’s not your fault-” you begun, finally raising your head to meet the woman’s eyes. Her gaze made you tremble. She was bristling.

“No, Y/n, don’t apologize. It is her fault.” Sebastian cut you off, squeezing your hand once more, encasing it in his two. Anthony nodded angrily.

“Alright, I think it’s best if you leave.” Another woman, whom you recognized as Anthony’s publicist, came racing into the interview. She put her hands on her hips, and nodded towards the door sassily.

The interviewer huffed, and gave you another furious look. “You’ll hear of this on my blog. The world will know!” Then she got up and away, stomping all the way out. You breathed a sigh of relief, the moment the door closed behind her.

“Are you okay?” Sebastian immediately turned to you, searching your eyes again. His heart broke at the way you trembled. You nodded.

“Man, that woman was an asshole!” Anthony, too, could feel the way you shook under his arm on your shoulders. “That was not your fault, she was just a dick!”

“Agreed!” Sebastian scoffed, hands still holding yours.

Anthony’s publicist studied you three for a moment, furrowing her brows and chewing her lips. Then she looked at the filming crew, and the back at you three. “How about we say we’re done for today?”

You all looked up, “Really?”

“I’ll handle the marvel dudes. You guys just take the rest of the day off,” she smiled warmly at you, a caring look in her eyes. A grin stretched on your face. Anthony and Sebastian exchanged glances when they saw your face, smiling.

“Back to the hotel then!” Sebastian grunted as you all stood up. You left and drove back to the hotel, and when you got there you ate sandwiches and chips. After that the three of you played Mario Kart together (something you’d taught them, and they’d absolutely fallen in love with it).

“Fuck you, Stan!” Anthony spat, doing a flip over Sebastian’s kart and getting into 3rd place. You giggled from your place on 1st.

“Oh fuck, don’t do this, Mackie, don’t do this!”

“Adios, Amigo!” Anthony cackled, disappearing far in front of Sebastian. The latter threw his head back in defeat. The round ended, you crossing the finish line on first, Anthony on second and Sebastian on fourth.

“That was a shitty round, I demand a rematch,” he said, sipping his water. Anthony scoffed and shook his head. You did too.

“Hey, by the way, N/n?” Anthony was looking at you from his place beside you on the couch. You nodded questioningly. “You know that wasn’t your fault, right? What happened back there with that lady?”

You grew quiet, heat rising to your cheeks. Sebastian had a look on his face. You guessed they had talked together, that they would bring it up with you again.

“Because it wasn’t. It’s not your fault you feel this way. It was that lady who should have been more mindful of you and how you feel. She was clearly trying to take advantage of your timidness to make you spoil something,” Sebastian continued. He still seemed angry, actually, clenching his hand.

“So don’t apologize for that stuff, alright? That ain’t on you,” Anthony patted your back. You looked at him and then Sebastian with a smile, and then nodded sheepishly.

“Alright, yeah. I guess you’re right,” you said softly.

“Of course we’re right!” Anthony was (unsurprisingly) immediately back to normal, “now back to the game, kiddos. Sebastian wants a rematch, he’ll get one.”

And then you played Mario Kart together for an unspecified number of hours, the thought of that asshole interviewer long gone. You felt right at home, at number one in Mario Kart and number one in their hearts.

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