#and then I can maybe finally decorate my room atleast a bit

[starysky1289]

PLEaSE ANSWER MY REQUEST I’m begging…….

can I request a toxic stepsis Vanessa taking you in because Steve kicked you out and she’s supper in your business like having cameras everywhere in her apartment making you sleep with her in her bed smut ect….. please I’ve sent in a lot I know but I’m begging 🥲🥲🥲

Toxic!Stepsis!Vanessa X Reader. Kicked out.

TW: toxic relationship, dubcon, noncon.

“ I’m done with you! Get your shit and get out of my house! “

“ It’s not your house! It’s my mother’s! You have no say here!! “

You and William had been in a yelling match for a hour, and he finally broke. Your mother stayed out of it, she dint have any say on what he did

“ If you’re not out by tonight then I’ll drag you out of here. Now go! “

You couldn’t argue, you simply turned and ran up to your room. You were raged, but scared overall. Where would you go? You didn’t have any friends to spend a night at, and not enough money for a motel room, no family was close enough to go. As you folded up clothes you knew you only had one person to go to. Her.

You called Vanessa, putting her on speaker as you continued packing.

“ hello? “

“ h-hey..Vanessa…I need some help? “

You could hear her sighing, and hear a blinker go off. She must be driving.

“ what happened now y/n. I’m not made of money. “

“ William…d-dad kicked me out. I just need a place to stay till I can g-get a steady job. Will you please come pick me up..? “

Vanessa clicked her tounge, hearing her blinker go off again. She went silent for a bit, before she answered.

“ I’m comming Y/n. But don’t think that I’m just gonna do this without any form of payment. We’ll talk better when I get you. I’ll be there in 10. Love youuu “

“ yeah yeah..i love you too. “

You sighed, you knew she’d tell you that you’d have to beg a job, and pay rent or something. Maybe she’d make you be like an indentured servant to her. Whatever it was, it was a place to sleep.

*~*

Vanessa has got you, her dad was less than pleased, but she somehow got him to calm down. You had two backpacks of clothes and your stuff in the back. The ride was silent, you were scared to break the silence, you didn’t want her to yell.

“ living with me is a privilege. I own this apartment, I own the whole building, people pay me rent. “

“ arnt you a cop? Why do you need all this money?? “

“ because keeping the building in shape costs a lot. Not like you know anything about his to spend money. Now. When you live with me, you’ll obey my rules, and the tenets rules “

You groaned, but don’t argue with her. You couldn’t risk getting tossed out onto the street now.

“ I’m giving you a week to atleast get an interview down. And when you do have a job you’ll be paying a slight rent. Cause I’m sure you’ll be eating all my food and using my bathroom “

“..fine alright..anything else? “

“ yes. My room is laced with cameras, so if you think you can get away with anything you won’t be. If I find out you break anything I’m charging you for it. “

You stifle your groan again, simply just looking out your window. You had finally pulled up to the building, it was a big place, you had visited once before for a dinner. It was fancier on the window than out, she really was fixing it up.

“ oh, and last rule. You’ll be sleeping with me in my bed. All set? Let’s go in. “

You shot up out of your seat, rearing your head towards her. She was already out and heading inside. You quickly got out and grabbed your bags, following her inside.

“ what do you mean I’m sleeping with you?? “

“ I never said that. I said your sleep with me in my bed “

“ that’s the same fucking thing!! “

She didn’t answer you, and you followed her upstaires to the top level. She opened her door for you, and you waltzed in. The place was massive. With beautiful white walls and blue decor everywhere.

“ it’s the penthouse of the building. All the other rooms are about half this size. Who knows, maybe you’ll hold a job long enough to live in a open apartment “

“ it’s beautiful Vanessa….where can I put my stuff? “

“ I have a spare closet in my room I only use for clothes. You can put your bags in there. I’m starting dinner soon, you can help me out. Last thing sweetheart.“

You looked back over at her, as she fixed your hair by running her fingers through it.

“ when your here, your My property. I like to own my things, so when your under my roof, your mine. Am I understood? “

“ yes maam… “

“ good. When your done come help me cook.

You rolled your eyes slightly, and headed into the bedroom. It was certainly large enough for both of you, the bed was practically half the size of the room. You opened the closet, putting your bags in it, digging through one to find a small plush you had brought. It was a little ginger tabby cat, you carried it out and placed it in the empty bedside table.

You headed into the kitchen, watching Vanessa dig through the fridge. You akwardly waited for some form of instructions, you’d never really cooked with your mom, she always insisted on doing the cooking for you.

“ peel potatoes, there on the counter. And for fucks sake please don’t cut your finger off. Knifes are in the second draw near me “

You nodded, quickly shuffling to the draw. You pulled out a simple knife. You grabbed a potato , very gently rinsing it off, before carefully peeling the skin. Your movements were quick but cautious, as you moved onto the next potato.

“ mmm, not bad princess. Keep this up and maybe I’ll pay you too cook. “

“ nessy please…don’t call me that, we’re sisters. “

Vanessa came up behind you, gently grinding against your rear. You didn’t stop her, you hated to admit how good it felt.

“ Step, Sisters dear. Mm…god I could take a bite out of you…”

You moaned slightly, pushing back against Vanessa. She chuckled, walking back to her work. You finish up with your potatoes and sighed. Living with her would be great, just great.

*~*

“ Y/N did you really bring a stuffed animal? Out of everything you could bring you bring a toy? “

“ it reminds me of home. “

“ pathetic. “

You laid on your side of the bed, holding the cat close to you. Vanessa walked in from the bathroom, she was wearing a tight set of navy blue silk pajamas.

“ look at that, you still look like a cop even when you sleep. “

“ shut it. “

Vanessa laid besides you, spooning your back. Her arms were tightly wrapped around your waist as she nuzzled against you.

“ you need more cuddles princess? To get rid of that attitude~ “

“ leave me alone. “

Vanessa let out a ‘ Hmpf ‘ before rolling over. You snuggled into your plush, letting yourself drift asleep.

*~*

Vanessa’s fingers was burried into cunt, everything felt warm and fuzzy as you thrusted yourself against her hands.

“ n-nessy…nessy m-more…”

Vanessa mouth moved, but not a single word came out. You blinked slightly, trying to make out her face, before feeling yourself being shook awake.

“ dreaming about something sweeteheart? “

“ A-ah! Vanessa! What the hell!!

You finally gained knowledge of what happened, you had dreamed about her, another wet dream about you stepsister. You groaned, laying head down into the pillow.

“ you sounded like you where having fun. ‘ more Vanessa~ I need more~ ‘ I must of been fucking you good huh~? “

“ fuck off! I hate having those dreams. “

You felt her scoot closer to you. You groaned, and sat up, looking at her. Her blue eyes glared into yours, and she was wearing that smirk you hated.

“ you’ve had more dreams like that? “

“ y-yeah..”

“ dreams where i finger you? And what..do you wake up…disappointed~? “

You squeezed your plush, glancing around the room. Youd do anything to just disappear from here right now.

“ y-yeah….i-i never get long enough into them to cum…”

“ poor girl…left so denied by your own body..”

You felt her hand move up your leg and onto your thigh, the only thing keeping her out was a thin pair of sleep shorts.

“ t-then I can never make myself cum afterwards…”

“ oh darling…well..I’m right here now. Do you…want me to help you~? “

“…….p..please do…”

Vanessa gave a light chuckle, before pressing her hand against your clothed pussy. You blushed, and pulled her against you slightly, kissing her gently, almost trying to encourage her to do more.

“ mm yeah..you wanna be my bitch y/n? You want your big stepsis to ruin your pretty holes~ “

“ y-yes…yes I want to be touched…I-i wanna be fucked by my big sister. P-please nessy…”

She kissed you back almost aggressively, dragging her hands down your waist, pulling down your shorts to reveal your pink lace panties. You moaned into her kiss, trying to get her in you faster.

“ gentle baby. You’ll get what you deserve soon dear. If I just made you cum quickly it wouldn’t be any fun. Lay back…I wanna have some fun too~ “

You laid back in the bed, letting Vanessa pull up your shirt to let your gentle breast hang out. She gently kissed each one of them before stripping off her own pants and panties, and positioned herself above your face.

“ you gonna be a good girl and eat me out? “

“ yes Vanessa…I-I’ll be a good girl…”

She smirked, slowly lowering herself onto your mouth. You hesitated to taste her, but her eyes practically controlled you. You began to let your tongue drag across her folds, trying to fuck her with your tounge. She would jump herself on your face, letting out moans and whimpering everytime her clit rubbed against your nose.

“ y-yeah my pretty little sister eating m-me out like it’s all s-she can do…”

You gripped her thighs to keep her close, yours eyes rolled back from her taste alone. Vanessa leaned back, holding herself up by grabbing your thighs for support.

“ fucking w-whore…that’s what you are…m-makeking me..act like this, making me want you…making me cum…I-i…oh just keep going y/n~! “

, she was trying to keep up the authoritative act, you knew it, but your mouth was just too good, you’d make her melt whenever you pressed your tounge against her clit. Her humps would speed up, and her grip on your legs would wobble, before she let out one final cry, collapsing backwards into your legs.

“ o-oh…oh fuck…your…you did such a..such a good job I…”

“ h-hehe…nessy…I-is it my turn to cum now..? “

She smirked, slowly sitting up and sitting besides you. You knew she was planning something, and you knew it wouldn’t be nice.

“ I’m a-awfully tired from that orgism baby…but..you can ride my fingers while I watch~ “

“ but y-you said you’d make me-! “

“ I said I would help you cum, not do it for you….if you want a Orgsim that bad you can ride my fingers…”

You let out a whine, before nodding. She laid out her right hand, keeping three fingers upright for you. You blushed, and slowly slid yourself onto them, crying out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

“ s-so much Vanessa….s’to much…”

“ take it. “

You didn’t respond, you only met yourself slowly bounce on her fingers, moaning out in a ruined pleasure. You wanted to cry out for her to just take you and fuck you stupid, but you knew it your pushed it she’d stop.

“ look at you…you know exactly how to behave too. What are you, Y/N. When your under my roof what are you to me. “

“ y-your…your property m-maam…”

“ and why are you my property baby. “

“ b-because you l-like to own things…a-and if I’m u-under your roof t-then you own me…”

She pulled your down and kissed your deeply, fucking you quicker with her fingers. She wouldn’t let you go at your own pace, she controled you now, thrusting her fingers into your gentle holes until your broke out into a ruined son of pleasure, you finaly had earned that orgism, before falling backwards into the comfort of the bed.

“ My pretty little toy~ “

She missed your again, pulling out of you and fixed you to lay under the blankets. She handed you your stuffed cat, and you immediately snuggled into her, one hand around her waist

“ my pretty little sister…I love you~ “

“ I-i….i love you too sis..”

#vanessa shelly #five nights at freddy's #vanessa shelly x reader #vanessa shelly smut #toxic!vanessa #tw toxic relationship #stepsis!vanessa #tw dubcon #tw noncon #tw

[vellhighbandi]

Dreams...

You know for the longest time I thought the dream I had for my life was something wierd. Everyone I knew had these magnanimous opulent visions of a future they'd like to have, a family, a big mansion, world tour, fame... And I... For the longest time I dreamt of having a future where I wouldn't be judged by my family, for not loving choosing medical, for not being the girl who got their names in the papers. I always had the fear of what if I am not good enough, what if I fail, what if--- So I kept my dreams simple. A small house in the country, not very exotic, next to the pond in my own village. Some dogs, two horses and a baby elephant, and me. I'd have been happy. Teaching the kids in the village. Or maybe the adults too. Helping them plan their farms better. Have a planned planting sequence and helping clean the river that flowed right beside the village from that murky muddy brown with wierd bubbles floating on it to sort of clean clear stream... The bridge across the river finally getting completed and the roads being used being traffic and some random travellers stopping by to just take in the local peaks and sights. I hadn't even been brave brave enough to think of a partner in those dreams. I was pretty sure no one would want a disappointment like me...

Then I grew up. Not by much. I still have a whole lifetime before me (touchwood). Now my dream started ripping at the seams... Approval from family... That was never gonna be true. Not even when they got their dream of having their name and their photos splashed across the front page. They weren't happy. Wanted more. The thing about humans is that they aren't very different from animals, if you won't reward good behaviour and just punish bad behaviour... They'll eventually stop trying. No carrots only sticks can take you only so far... And having those animals in my farm... They need permit. And having a Husky or German shepherd in the climate is torture for those animals. And the villagers that seemed so welcoming to a 6 year old weren't that good from the eyes of a 13 year old child that had given up on ever being loved at all...

Couldn't remain without a dream for long now could I? So compromise it is. Do what the fam says. Get a job. Move out. Make money. Financial independence is the priority now... But then. I feel in love with writing. What a tragedy. Right? Straight A's student. IIT was just within grasp and what do you choose. Literature. Not even a proper Arts subject to go ahead and become IAS. But literature. What are you gonna do live in poverty all your life like Munshi Premchand and let your descendants have your royalties... Oh wait. You need a partner for descendants and proper talent for the royalties to even exist... So leeching on your family till you die. Better we get you married.

Hmm. The picture clears a bit. The mystery that came into my life when I should have been awaiting my Hogwarts letter was finally finding it's pieces. It wasn't a suicide without reason then. They just never took the obvious into account.

Sweet 16. The age where girls find guys to crush on. First relationships blossom... Here I was losing friends like falling dominoes. Losing hope with the dandelion blows away in the wind. This was supposed to be about dreams so let's come back to that... Sweet 16. Had to think of a dream achievable that maybe didn't sound so miserable. A job is a necessity. Animals we could do without. A house edging the wilderness cause Nature is the least I can hope to have. Pretty simple. A house in the woods. Some birds to feed every morning and night. A room in the house to decorate how I wish to be the one who I want to be, an author, a poet, an otaku for all that cares. Just as long as I remember to leave, close the door behind, I could live my dream... or atleast some part of it. Maybe not weekly treks and hikes, but maybe could find a way to sneak a yearly getaway to some cozy little cabin in the woods. That was all this little girl could dream after rationalising every wild fantasy that came to her...

#sharma shitposting? #sharma shayar ho gyi #pagalne do merkooo #me beong dramatic for shits and giggles #okay bye padhne ja rhi #ignore me guys

[cold-arrow]

Doctor's Notes, Book 3 : Of Hidden Horns

Entry 10

Summary, Things of note since last entry: catching up with Harshnag, The offerings No ghosts, returning the relics, Our questions and the resulting stone reliefs, the dragon and our escape

| With the help of Harshnag, we managed to bring the relics inside. But as soon as he mentioned if we brought any offerings, ( for the statues ) we realized that we'd have make our offerings from before again, in order to gain acces to the Oracle's Sanctum... it took a bit of figuring out as to what would suffice as an offering this time, but atleast we knew what kind of items were needed we ended up giving the statues, - our rations, - one of the geodes from the room, - a manticore hide, - some tools, - one of my expensive one bottles of wine, - and the remainder of the water from the Divination pool. * ( * Which im incredibly sad about, since i didnt end up getting the chance to study it. maybe we can get some more though, without too much trouble hopefully ) |

Thankfully our offerings were accepted, and we were granted acces once more, to the sacred Oracle's chamber. (Im also releived about the fact there was no ghost this time. just an unmoving and quiet (big) corpse. ) Harshnag suggested we should bring the relics with us inside the circle, before asking our questions. And his hunch seemed to be correct. For as soon as Baras spoke and finished his question, the relic he carried with him, just... dissappeared. and similarly to last time, the voice of the oracle spoke to us (in giant)

Baras had asked the question of where the Storm king was, but as it urns out, appearently the oracle ISNT omnipotent and all capable, or all knowing. because the answer to that was hidden, even from them. I guess there must be some kind of magical interface for divination spells to determine his whereabouts. which I assume that the being who instigated his disappearance is likely responsible for. After Baras' question was answered, a strange grinding sound could be heard from one the the walls of the chamber. And upon further investigation, we found a stone relief depicting one of the giant lords. As we carefully examined the reliefs, with a bit of translating help from Harsnhag, these depictions included directions towards their hideout / liars, and the location of the aforementioned Conches.

| After each question, another stone relief revealed itself, with more directions to one of the giant lords. this pattern continued until all of the five walls of the room where decorated with a depiction of one of the giant lords. it seems that the storm king and his race didnt need one, as the rulers of the giants. * ( the question i asked was a bit of stupid one. which Immediately forgot as soon as i stepped into the circle and then asked anyways) | Ill quickly list here some the the relevant answers we got to the other questions -How can we find de conches of King Hekaton? -"The path you choose here, will lead you to them"

-baras asked a personal question, of which we dont know what it was - but it seems that the answer he got was "Yes" -Lym asked a question about her brother i presume - and received : "You cannot. This is a challenge he must overcome himself, or he will never be free. - Omrick asked a question about the location of something - and got more details i think if its specifics or whereabouts? we had an extra question we used for clarifcation, and asked: - "how do we find the Storm King, Hekaton" to which to answer was : - Speak to Serissa, his youngest daughter. She has a clue to her father's whereabouts, and needs our help. The final question we gave to Harsnag, which we all of us thought he had most definitely deserved, even before he asked. The answer he received though remains a mystery | If didnt mention this before, The script on each of the reliefs were also translated thanks to Harsnhag, since they were ofcourse written in giant as well. but unlike some of the other script weve found in the temple, these were all written as if they were done my smaller folk, like us. Not scripture in giant font, like the rest we encountered previously which is bit strange

| Ill list those here as well : "Travel southeast to the untamed moors, and look to the sky for Lyn Armaal-the castle of the cloud giant countess. The conch you seek is in a secret chest. Search the highest spire" | "Travel west, o'er mountains, to the Sea of Moving Ice. There, among the glaciers, you'll find Svardborg-the berg of the frost giant jarl. The conch you seek rests on his icy throne." | "Travel south over tree, hill, and vale. Let the great river be your guide. There, on one of its eastern arms, you'll find Grudd Haug-the den of the hill giant chief. The conch you seek is close to her." (which we already knew) | "Travel east, o'er mountains and snow, to distant spires. There, on a cold mountainside, you'll find a village of yak folk and below that, Ironslag-the forge of the fire giant duke. The conch you seek is in his quarters." | Travel southeast, o'er lands high and low. Cross the great forest to the gray peaks, and search for Deadstone cleft, canyon of the stone giant lich. The conch you seek is in her possession. (edited)

| After Lym had recieved her answer, she isolated herself for a bit. it seems she was formulating a sending spell or something. but upon gaining the response after completing it, all she got was : "You have to get out of the temple, we need to leave as soon as possible !" ... "There is a gargantuan blue dragon outside !"

WHY THE FUCK IS THERE A BLUE DRAGON HERE !!!!

|

we made it out. we have to get away form here as soon as possible. Need to get to biggest major city nearby, doesnt matter which. we just have to leave. NOW. | ... As soon as we left the Oracle's Sanctum, We were ambushed by a, Gargantuan Blue Dragon. We were discussing what the best way to leave the temple was... when it suddenly charged into the room. it... didnt notice us at first, since Harshnag immediately drew/caught its attention, but it didnt take long till they did... I uh.... I took the first chance I had, to run as quickly as possible for the exit. I... didnt know what to do. the others were discussing how to both save or help Harshnag, AND to teleport out. But didnt know how. I was unable to think of any way to help, besides saving them from having to teleport me too. I decided to inject myself with a dose of adrenaline... and just ran. I feel like a coward. But, I didnt know or couldnt think of anything to help. How are we supposed to fight, or even survive a fight with a dragon of that size! Its breath weapon alone would be lethal enough to... pretty much anybody that were to come into contact with it. No of us could survive a lightning strike from a dragon that I dont think. maybe Omrick? but... I certainly wouldnt survive. so I just.... ran. I slowly watched Harshnag and the dragon lay into each other as the world / scene sluggishly played itself out in front of me. the shards of the Allfather statue leisurely drifting away, as Harshnag brought his axe down upon the stone base of it.Ttrying to bring down the temple. Large pieces of the stone from the ceiling above us, casually floating down as the supporting pillars began to crack and break. The pieces of it dragging down the enormous form of the dragon. Trying to bury it beneath the mountain, and stop it from chasing after us. |

after what felt like an eternity, or what could have been only a few seconds, I saw the others suddenly appear before me in the hallway. the magic of the teleportation slowly fading as they stepped through a dimensional doorway or something, out of the statue room. I quickly passed them as they ran towards the outside. towards the ship. Relieved that they made it out. They followed closely behind I assume, but I didnt dare look back, or look behind me. When i reached the ship, I simply climbed the rope ladder as quickly as I could, and collapsed on the deck. the lethargy and exhaustion from the haste/adrenaline finally catching up with me. | i dont know if its the side effects from haste or something, But i dont really feel too good.

[raulfernandez]

#🌙 #I randomly talked to my mum and after my exam on thursday I can go to dm and print out pictures I want and maybe I can skip the last two #lessons on that school day but probably don't even have to because maybe I can just listen and decorate my room #but probs won't work. anyways that afternoon we're gonna go to her eye doctor thingy and in the city where that is they have a saturn #so I can look for albums there because it's also after my exam and I decided to spoil myself atleast after the first one :) #and then I can maybe finally decorate my room atleast a bit #still want a corner in my room. would be cool. but anywayz #and tomorrow I have therapy and I'm finally gonna dye my hair red (or atleast try to because idk if you see red over black lol) #anyways this all makes me happy and forget about my exam and i don't even know why but yeah :))) #myself #and I'm scared that anything of this is gonna go wrong #because maybe they won't have the albums I want or I'm gonna fail my exam or whatever

[scarletwinterxx]

End to Start pt. 3 - Jaehyun AU

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“But like how rich is he?”

“Rich enough to buy this building three four times over” you mumbled, not really paying much attention to Jungwoo and more on the cake you’re trying to decorate

“And you broke up with him? Wah noona” you looked over at him with a glare, signaling him to shut up. 

It was the day after the gala, you were supposed to take the day off but you’d rather keep yourself busy than overthink at home. Thus why you’re here now at the cafe with a very nosy Jungwoo beside you with his 100 questions after finding out you dated the Jung Jaehyun. 

“I’m three seconds away from kicking you out of this store permanently” 

“That’s the third time I heard that, this month” he smiled at you, walking back to the kitchen to grab the other pastries to be displayed. It’s still pretty early and it’s the weekend so you don’t expect that many people right now.

“So is he the guy you dated when you were in college?”

“Yes”

“You didn’t say he owned a big company”

“Are we playing 20 questions right now? Go serve the customers” you pushed him to the side when you heard the bell right, going back to what you were doing and letting Jungwoo deal with it. 

“Goodmorning, what can I get you today?”

“Two iced americano please”

Hold up, you know that voice. You don’t even have to look up to see who it was, “Is that all? Would you like to try some of our cakes and pastries? It’s good to pair with the coffee” Jungwoo said, still clueless about who he’s currently talking to 

“Is that green tea with pistachio? I’ll take a slice of that” it just so happens it was the cake you were currently setting up. 

“Sure thing, is that all?” After taking his order, the guy walked to a vacant table. 

“Noona, should I set you up with that guy? He was looking at you, plus he looks handsome and rich”

“Jungwoo”

“Mhm?”

“Shut up”

 You were preparing the order when the bell rang again, “Goodmorning, welcome to the cafe” Jungwoo greeted happily. 

“Oh, looks like he’s with someone” that made you halt for a second but quickly shaking it away. Passing the tray over to Jungwoo, “Here, go serve this and please stop being nosy”.

Jaehyun wanted to visit the cafe for some time now, but he didn’t want it to seem like he’s stalking you. He already knew you know how to bake, your cookies were his favorite. You used to bake those for him after exams as a way to cheer him up.

He didn’t know the first time he’ll be visiting here is when he’s about to break-up with his current ‘girlfriend’, with you standing only a few meters away. But after last night’s gala, Chungha called him suddenly asking if they could talk. 

“Here’s your order, is there anything else I could get you?” Jungwoo asked him and Chunga but the girl just shook her head with a smile, “Really? green tea cake? Your taste is so weird sometimes” she chuckled at the sight of cake on the table

“It’s one of the more unique flavors, we also have a chocolate one. It’s our bestseller” Jungwoo added, “Maybe later, thanks” 

After Jungwoo walked away, the two were left alone to talk. 

“Go on, just say it”

“You don’t have to act all tough all the time you know” 

His eyes landing on hers, as if he was telling her to just get on with it. “We had a good run” she chuckled, “What will your parents say when the word gets out?” Jaehyun asked. He might seem like a cold guy but he does still have some empathy left in him,

“I’ll deal with it. Happiness comes at a price, it just took me this long to realize I’m willing to pay for it no matter what the cost. Maybe you should too”

Jaehyun can’t help but look over at you, you were having a conversation with the guy that took his order and was laughing at something he said. Jaehyun’s gaze made Chungha look over at the side too, in that moment she knew

“So that’s her?”

“No” he cleared his throat before drinking his coffee, “You know you can’t lie that good, not to me atleast. Or her it looks like. Word of advice though, if she’s worth it just do it”

You were doing your best to ignore the two people on the far side of your cafe, Jaehyun and the girl looked like they were having a very serious conversation. When the girl stood up you immediately busied yourself again, then someone was standing infront of the counter on the other side. 

“I heard the chocolate cake is the best seller here” she said, her voice gentle and sweet. She seems like a lovely lady. 

“Yea, and the chocolate chip cookies too. Would you like to try it?” you asked her with a smile of your own

“I’ll take both to go” you packed the treats yourself, passing it over to her as she hand you her payment

“Green tea cake, sounds different” she chuckled, looking at the cake with a single slice missing “Oh yea, I just like trying out flavors here and there”

“What are you talking about? You always make that, if you want to try something new, you can order that. We always have extra” Jungwoo butted in, “Will keep that in mind, my friend loves that flavor”

“Oh, friend” Jungwoo said then looking over at you, “Thanks by the way” the lady said then walked out the door. 

“Friend” Jungwoo repeated with a wicked grin on

“Stop”

“But this is your chance at finally landing someone! Jihyo may be bad at setting you up maybe I can”

“No-”

“Let’s just try, see he’s walking over here”

“I said-” “Uh can I have this cake to go, please? I’ll also get the rest of it” Jaehyun said  looking back and forth between you and Jungwoo

“Sure, would that be all?” you asked as if you didn’t know him

“Uhm so my boss here-” you elbowed him on the stomach, trying to stop him from continuing. “I’m here! Sorry I’m a bit late, class finished later than I thought” Sungchan announced as he enter the shop, making the three of you look over at the tall boy

“Oh, hyung what are you doing here?” he asked Jaehyun when he spotted him, “You two know each other?” Jungwoo asked from beside you

Then it clicked, you almost wanted to slap yourself. How can you be so stupid, you’re not sure. 

“You’re related, how come I never put that together” you looked back and forth between the two

“You two know each other?” Sungchan asked back, “Something like that” Jaehyun mumbled. That made Jungwoo look over at you then Jaehyun then at you again, “Oh, Jung Sungchan. then you must be-”

After that stressful encounter, you chose to just call it an early day and leave the boys at the cafe. Jaehyun didn’t say much afterwards, just waited for his order then left with a few words said to his younger brother. 

Add that to the list of things you were thinking about. After the gala yesterday, after seeing Jaehyun’s mom again you can’t help but overthink about things again. A big part of you itching to do what you’ve always been meaning to do, something you wish you never did. 

Unable to stop yourself, you opened the door of your closet and rummaged through until you find the box stashed inside. Stuffing it in your bag before shruging your coat on, took your keys and drove off. 

You've only been at their place once, that was the first and last time. 

It’s what you see in movies, the typical huge mansion rich people have in movies. The Jungs were no exception, their home looked like something straight out of a magazine. Until now you feel like you shouldn’t be here. 

Parking your car on the driveway, you walked towards the front door. Knocking twice and wait for someone to open the door, when it did it was just the person you wanted to see, 

“Can we talk?”

Jaehyun didn’t expect the turn of events this day had, after finding out his youngest sibling works part time at your cafe ofcourse he had to know more. Telling Sungchan he’ll wait until his shift is over to drive him home. 

“You didn’t tell me you work at the cafe”

“Why? would you stop me just like mom?” the younger one asked, he knew what his brother meant.  With their mother there’s almost little to no room for freedom, their lives were planned out for them. As kids they were told what they should be when they grow up, expectations they had to meet, things they needed to accomplish. 

“No, it’s close to my office. You could’ve just worked for me” he answered, the older brother tone gone

“Then what’s the point? Like I said, I wanted to atleast see the world on my own before mom and dad stops me. Or atleast until college” Sungchan mumbles

“If you don’t want to study the course mom and dad are making you study just tell me, I’ll help you”

“Why? They’ll just get mad at you too”

“Then they can be both mad at us, don’t make the same stupid mistakes I did. Don’t take too long to decide that this isn’t the life you don’t want to live. Just... just be you. If they won’t have that, then you’ll have me” he sincerely said, meaning every word he just said. 

He wished he had someone to say that to him back then, in a way he did. You told him that. 

Even if the world is against him, he’ll have your hand to hold on to. 

“So, how did you know Y/N noona?”

“We went to same college” he answered, keeping it brief. After that Sungchan didn’t ask anymore questions. When they finally arrived at their home, there’s an unfamiliar car on the driveway. Assuming that it was one of their parent’s visitor,

“Are you staying the night?” Sungchan ask as they walk towards the house, “No, just came to talk to mom about something”

“Okay, well see you later” the two brothers went their own ways, Sungchan skipping up the stairs to his room while Jaehyun walk around the house looking for his mom. 

What he didn’t expect was to see who she was talking to, they were at the foyer, sitting at opposite sides of the table. 

“Even when I didn’t have anything to my name, I never touched a cent in that envelope. I’m ashamed I even took in the first place, that was my mistake. And I’m still paying for it until now, you got what you wanted. Jaehyun hates me”

You were talking about him with his mother? 

What envelop were you talking about?

“Then why did you take it?”

“Because it was the only way you’ll stop, I thought if I took the money and disappeared you would atleast spare him, you’d let him live the way he wants to. I don’t care if he’s angry at me, he has every right to be” you answered, no sign of intimidation or fear in your voice. 

But he does hear the pain, and he hated it. 

“Your son is worth more than whatever you give me, that money is bitter reminder of my lowest point. But even then, I’d rather starve and have no roof over my head than spend a single cent you gave me. It’s up to you if you tell him what you did, I think we’re way past the point of going back anyways. He can’t even stand being in the same room as me. One way or another, you got what you wanted. All I want is my peace, I don’t want that with me anymore, I don’t want to keep that in the corner of my closet like the monster I’m too scared to face”

Jaehyun was trying to take all of your words in, struggling to process the truth he just accidently uncovered. 

All those years he thought you left him because you didn’t love him was in fact not what really happened, His mother, surprisingly but not really, manipulated his life yet again. 

“All of the money is still in there, I haven’t touched that since then. I was just waiting for the day I could finally give it back to you. I’m pretty sure you don’t need it, but neither do I” you said your final words then rose from your seat. 

When you turned around to leave the place you didn’t expect to see the person standing by the door, a gasp leaving Mrs. Jung’s mouth

“Jaehyun” she said but his gaze was on you

You didn’t have to ask him, you already knew he heard it. How much? probably enough judging by the look on his face. 

You looked at him with same intense stare, trying to say your apologies without saying anything at all. It feels like there’s this weight lifted off of you after you gave the envelope containing the money back to his mom. Like this time you can look him in the eyes without thinking about the money stashed away in your closet.

There are still questions floating in his mind, you could tell. But Jaehyun didn’t look as troubled as he should be, even with the overwhelming amount of questions in his head he knew this time it would be okay. You were the only answer he needed.

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[jisungsmochi]

rest your love - lee haechan

don’t worry!! i didn’t forget about this series hehe,, i personally really liked this one!! i’m probably going to try and write more often!

anyways pls enjoy,, i’ll link my masterlist for the other parts of this series (nct dream as ‘the vamps’ songs)

word count: 2.2k 

summary: “when the world gets loud, baby you can rest your love on me”

haechan never understood why people liked to be chased. he thought that all he needed to do was ask someone out and boom, a beautiful relationship. until he befriends you, and learns that sometimes people just need a shoulder to lean on, before they can rest their love on someone.

//

I see you move, so I do understand

Why you get attention?

I hear you talk, but I don't comprehend

Why I get no mention?

“it’s physically impossible to dislike me, i’m just a catch” haechan brags while walking to his first college class, his friends, renjun and jaemin trailing behind him.

“just because everyone liked you in high school, doesn’t mean people will in college. it’s a completely different ball game” renjun rolled his eyes at how overly optimistic and delusional his friend was being.

“ah let him live, he’ll find out soon enough” jaemin chuckles softly as he and renjun wave to haechan,  scurrying off to their own lectures.

haechan shrugs, not taking in any of his friends words. he stumbled into the classroom, scanning for an empty seat. he quickly made his way to a spare desk, pulling out all his materials. just as the tutor walked into the room, his eyes met those of, who he believed, was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. you flaunted your way to the last empty seat, which happened to be next to the awfully cheery boy, smiling at you.

you weren’t having the best day, immediately regretting your choice of a desk mate. as soon as you sat down, haechan was a blabbering mess. he shot questions left and right at you, despite the fact you barely responded to any of them. you just assumed he wanted to make friends fast, or he was just a chatterbox. “so how are you doing on this fine day?” he mutters to you, but received a stern glare in response. you tilted your head to the front of the room, zoning in on your tutor. haechan would lie if he said he didn’t feel slightly deflated. usually he had no problem making conversation with strangers. but you were so cold, so uninterested, it really hurt his ego. maybe renjun was right, not everyone would like him. but haechan was an unbelievably stubborn optimist. he was going to befriend you, no matter how long it took.

//

And you know, you know where to find me

Yeah, you know where to go when you're looking for love

And you know, you know where I'm hiding

Yeah, you know

it had been over three weeks since haechan first met you and you still wouldn’t budge. you only spoke to him during group tasks, other than that you continued to ignore his advances. haechan got the message loud and clear that you weren’t going to pay him attention. it took a toll on his own self confidence, until renjun gave him a stern talking to,

“god don’t let her get to your head, dude!! she’s awful for not wanting to be friends with you”

haechan pouted, “but she’s so pretty, i can’t just ignore her”

at that moment, he received a notification on his phone.

y/n: is this haechan? i think you took my notes by accident

his eyes widened, how did you even get his facebook account?

he scrambled around his room, looking into his backpack and surely enough, there were your notes, prettily written up.

haechan: hello! i do have your notes, i can meet you somewhere to hand it back? maybe the cafe? we can get something to eat!

renjun was now peering over haechan’s shoulder, too invested in this interaction.

y/n: no it’s fine, just give it to me next class, thanks

after reading your message, renjun bursted out laughing.

“dude that’s brutal, she’s something else” haechan fiddled with his phone, glaring at the other boy. he clicked on your profile, sending you a friend request as he scrolled through your posts. he saw that your friends had wished you a happy birthday, almost a year ago. he then realised it was in a few days...

“i have the perfect plan to get her to notice me” haechan smirks, renjun rolling his eyes,

“you’re ridiculous”

//

it was a friday afternoon, when haechan stumbled into class. you looked over at him, expecting some type of greeting, but you didn’t hear a peep from the boy.

strange, you thought to yourself.

as you were preparing for the lesson, haechan pulled something out of his bag. you looked over, noticing a small pink box now placed on your side of the table. you raised your eyebrow at him, in which he whispered,

“happy birthday, y/n”

your face froze. how did he know it was your birthday?

you looked back at the small box, slowly moving your hands to open it. to your surprise, there was a red velvet cupcake, decorated with a ton of rainbow sprinkles. there was a tiny picket that said:

“happy birthday, cutie!”

you couldn’t hide your smile, which only made haechan swoon even more. you weren’t the type to make a big deal out of your birthday, but this gesture from haechan truly made your day. you bit your lip softly, eyes meeting his.

“t-thankyou, haechan. i really appreciate this” you smiled at him softly, not caring that you were now on speaking terms with him.

“anything for you, y/n” he cheerfully responded, turning his attention to the front of the room.

maybe lee haechan was worth letting in...

//

the days following, haechan would spam you with random texts throughout the day. initially you would have been annoyed, but after his generous birthday gift, you started to enjoy his company. although you wouldn’t say it to his face, you silently appreciated him.

“how is my beautiful, y/n doing?” he smirked as he walked with you after class. he’d always compliment you, each time making you gush inside.

“i’m alright, have a ton of homework to do though” you sigh, thinking back to the stack of work you had on your desk.

“oh poor thing! do you want to copy my work? i have it here right now i ca-“

“no, haechan, it’s okay. if i need help, i’ll just...call you or something” you paused, looking over at the boy whose eyes just lit up like a christmas tree.

“of course you can call me! call me anytime you want!” he exclaimed. you shake your head softly at him as you both continued walking.

once haechan met up with renjun and jaemin again, he couldn’t stop gushing about you.

“...and then she said i could call her! well she said she’d call me, but same thing” he explained your interaction to his two friends as they were eating at a local diner.

“so romantic” renjun sarcastically comments, causing jaemin to elbow him slightly.

“i think it’s a good step! i mean atleast she’s talking to you now” jaemin chimed in, feeding into his friend’s cheerful nature.

“yeah! i have a lot of hope for us” haechan smiles to himself, in which jaemin and renjun looked over at eachother before rolling their eyes.

you did end up calling haechan that night, as you were stuck on the very last question of the homework.

“y/n, it’s hard to explain, let me just send you my answer” haechan insisted,

“no, i feel guilty” you sigh, placing down your pen.

“it’s really okay, i want to help you” you bit your lip, eventually giving in.

“okay fine, but i’ll owe you something in return” you agree, hoping whatever he wanted wouldn’t be too bad.

“hmmm how about going to the movies with me this weekend? i know you wanted to see the new zombie one that just came out” he suggested. although you were shocked he was practically asking you on a date, were more shocked he remembered you talking about this movie.

“do you really think that is proportionate to what you’re doing for me?” you roll your eyes playfully, finding his advances quite endearing.

“yep!! take it or leave it” you hesitated for a moment, what’s the worst that could happen?

“okay fine, you have yourself a deal” you replied. haechan quickly put himself on mute (or so he thought), letting out a loud ‘YES!’, before returning to the call. you had heard everything, softly chuckling to yourself.

he was pretty cute.

//

That when the stars go out, you can rest your love on me

And when the world gets loud, baby, you can rest your love on me

“that ending was terrible” you pouted as you left the cinema with haechan.

“it wasn’t so bad, it could have been worse” he shrugged, leading you to the next location.

“hm i guess so, by the way, where are we going anyway?” you questioned, walking alongside him, observing your surroundings.

“this cool burger place i found online, here i’ll show you some photos” he pulled out his phone, swiping through the photos. you nodded along, agreeing to let him lead the way.

“y/n? is that you?” you heard a deep voice call, you head shot up, so did haechan’s.

“who’s that?” your mouth went dry. your body froze up. why was he here? why did he have to call out to you?

“oh my god it is you! long time no see” the mysterious boy approached the pair of you, completely disregarding haechan’s existence. he noticed how uncomfortable you were, eyes flickering between the boy and you. he placed his arm loosely around your back, the other boy’s eyes following in suit.

“oh i see, you’re dating someone. dang, i guess i missed my shot. he doesn’t seem like your type” the boy scoffed, arms folded as he stared you both down.

“w-we have to go” you finally bring yourself to mutter, pulling haechan along with you.

“y/n who was that?” haechan kept repeating, which only made you want to cry.

“he’s my ex, okay? just take me home” you sniffled, haechan immediately became concerned. he didn’t ask any further questions, driving you straight back to your place.

as he reached your house, he looked over at you, tears brimming your eyes.

“i-i’m sorry that our day was cut short. i was really enjoying myself. my ex and i ended on pretty bad terms and i would just like some time alone right now, i hope you understand” you sniffled, which made haechan’s heart ache.

“you don’t have to apologise. you know where to find me if you need me. i’ll be waiting for you to open up to me one day, y/n. however long it takes” he assures you, leaving you with a warm feeling in your stomach. you just nodded back at him, making your way into your house.

haechan sat in his car for a while, wishing he could take away all your pain.

//

you invited haechan to meet you at the local park. with no further questions, he rushed out of his room, eager to see you again. you waited patiently on the small bench, swinging your legs back and forth. you heard heavy footsteps approach, your eyes meeting those of the boy who radiated happiness.

“are you alright?” haechan starts as he takes a seat next to you, leaving a small gap between you both.

“y-yeah, i’m ready to tell you everything” you began,

“he and i ‘dated’ two years ago. i say ‘dated’ because well, i thought we were, but turns out he was just another player and i was just another pawn in his little game. it was my first relationship too, messed me up pretty bad. that’s why i tend to keep to myself, not really letting others in too much. he made me feel like every guy who gave me attention just wanted me for their own selfish needs” you sigh, eyes avoiding haechan’s. he wanted to hold your hand, but opted not to.

“he’s an asshole, you didn’t deserve that. i-i could treat you so much better i promise-“

“haechan, c-can we just slow things down?” you finally made eye contact with him, his face contorting into a confused expression.

“i know you like me, and i would be lying if i said i didn’t have a slight interest in you too. but i don’t think i’m ready for a relationship yet” you admit, worried for his reaction. but to your surprise, he didn’t feel sad or dejected at all. instead he smiled widely at you, leaning in closer.

“i’ll go as slow as you want. you can rest your love on me, whenever you need. i’m just glad to hear you like me too” he batted his eyelids, making you softly chuckle.

“thankyou” you whispered to him, moving closer so that your shoulders touched. the rest of the day was filled with random activities from the arcade, to a bike ride along the park’s trail and finally dinner. haechan came to realise that being with somebody wasn’t black and white. there was a grey area that lied in between. he didn’t care how long he needed to wait, all he knew was that he finally got you to like him. and that was enough to make him the happiest man alive.

#lee haechan #haechan fic #nct dream imagines #nct dream fic #nct imagine #haechan imagine #lee donghyuck #nct haechan imagine #nct writing #nct fics #nct college au #nct au #jisungsmochiimagines #jisungsmochi masterlist

[shotofire]

There’s Just Something About Him

•SHOTO TODOROKI x READER

•Overview: having feelings for the icy hot boy just seemed like a lost cause

•Warnings: just some cursing, meantions of anxiety.

•Season: 3

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You’d always found the split haired boy attractive, but nothing ever went beyond that. It seems that even if you wanted it to nerves would just be in the way. Besides, everyone’s working to become pro-hero’s, who has time for a relationship? With all the shit going on you were almost positive that Todoroki didn’t have you in mind at all. The constant sneak attacks from villains, not knowing when the next person is going to get hurt, it was all too much.

Atleast that’s what you tried to convince yourself. The sweet, quiet boy who’d caught your eye since the first day of school just couldn’t possibly like you. He couldn’t possibly let a thought like that even make it halfway into his head. You’d lost hope a couple months into school, realizing fate definitely wasn’t on your side.

The two of you never got partnered up or even in the same group. It’s as if something is telling you it’s not meant to be. Sure you’d taken your own initiative and made conversation with the boy, but it’s always short lived. He wasn’t the best at talking unless he was on an adrenaline rush during a practice scenario. You had never gotten the luck of him wanting to use your quirks together either.

It truly felt hopeless.

You tried your best not to dwell on these things. If it was meant to be it just would’ve happened by now. Right?

The thoughts left your mind as you walked with your fellow classmates. Today is an exciting day, it was time to move into the new dorms. It took way too much convincing with your family, but eventually they caved in. You knew it’d be hard, they’re just worried about you. At this point the whole world was worried about all of the UA students safety. But everyone can agree that dorms are the safest it can get with all of the new high tech security.

You all stopped, admiring the new tall building in front of you. Knowing Todoroki was going to be in the same building as you every night had your anxiety on edge. But you were also... excited? For what, you had no idea. It was just a swirl of emotions.

Oh no, he’s gonna see my puffy morning eyes.

The happy chatter was cut short when Mr. Aizawa started talking about hero licenses, something that seemed to slip everyone’s minds. He was rather intimidating, eyes stern and serious. It sent a wave of uneasiness throughout the group. He knew the whole class was aware of the plan to save Bakugou, and he wasn’t happy. You stare at him with legs beginning to tremble.

His words cut deep as he threatened the possibility of expelling the entire class. You definitely wouldn’t put it past him, he seems like the type. But, as he said, due to All Might’s retirement the need for hero’s was strong. He couldn’t just get rid of such potential.

You looked at Todoroki’s face and it was frozen, he seemed more worried than anyone else. His heterochromia eyes stayed fixed on Mr. Aizawa, and you couldn’t help but let yourself take in his features. Sure you see the boy almost everyday but it’s hard to get good long looks when you’re sitting in class, he’d easily feel your gaze. There’s already been a couple times where he’s caught you and the embarrassment was too much to handle again.

His jaw was cleanched and sharp as ever. You just loved it. You wondered if it was weird to think about running your slim fingers along the bone of his jaw, it was just so beautiful.

“(y/n), are you even listening to me? Or are you just going to stare at Todoroki?”

In that moment it felt like you were going to throw up. All eyes shot to you, including Todoroki. Mr. Aizawa was a real ass sometimes but this definitely was the worst thing hes ever done to you, and he’d made you fall on your face after taking away your quirk infront of the whole class. That was absolutely nothing compared to this.

“I- uh, I-I wasn’t, I just-“ you were totally at loss for words. You’d never been more embarrassed in your life. The heat on your face was hotter than ever, and you knew it was visible as well.

Mr. Aizawa rolled his eyes, no longer caring about the predicament, “Anyways, that’s all. Look alive, enjoy your new home.”

That statement didn’t help anyone’s nerves after his little intimidation speech, but you had it the worst. Your face was still red and you could feel your heartbeat in your ears. Today was not going the way you hoped, and you didn’t dare even peak at Todoroki. You couldn’t help but think he thought you were weird. A girl he barely talks to constantly staring at him, there’s no way he didn’t think that.

The speech about where the boys and girls were was given, including where everything else was. But you could hardly pay attention focus on anything, and you didn’t dare look up.

It was time to decorate your rooms and make it your own, and you couldn’t be more relieved. Finally away from that embarrassment, even though it was waiting for you on the other side of your closed door.

“damnit,” you cursed. No one was going to forget that and you knew it. And the girls were beyond nosey when it came to crushes, especially Ashido.

After a couple hours of getting things together there was a knock on your door. You immediately froze. It’s like you had forgotten where you were and what had happened for a little bit, but of course you were quickly brought back to reality.

“Who is it?” You asked.

“Its Uraraka, can I come in?”

Shes always the sweetest and you knew she wouldn’t bug you about anything. Especially after seeing the way you reacted. Uraraka always had her suspicions that you found Todoroki cute, your eyes practically lit up everytime he did something.

You granted her permission and continued to put your pillows neatly on the bed. She was in her pj’s but definitely seemed wide awake.

“Oh wow, your room is so cute (y/n)! Nothing compared to mine,” her smile was huge. You just adored her, she always brightened up your mood.

“Thank you so much Uraraka, you’ll have to show me your room later before that is confirmed,” you smiled back.

“Oh course! Actually, speaking of rooms, that’s what I came here for. The girls and I convinced the guys to show us their rooms and we kinda turned it into a little contest. Wanna join?”

Her request was extremely appealing. You immediately wondered what Todoroki’s room looked like, and now was your opportunity to see it. But the nerves were still there, and the embarrassment was even stronger. You just couldn’t face everyone right not, especially Todoroki’s. He probably didn’t want your creep self in there anyways.

“Thanks for asking Uraraka, but i’m very tired. I was just planning on finishing my room and crashing. But I still would like to see your room sometime tomorrow,” you said while trying to hold your smile. But she could see the said frown behind it, but she didn’t want to bother you any further. She could only imagine how she’d react and feel if Mr. Aizawa did that to her. She’d be completely horrified.

“You got it, see you tomorrow (y/n). Sleep well!”

She leaves, shutting the door behind her. Your smile quickly fades and your shoulders fall limp.

I really wish I could see his room, I bet it’s awesome.

In all honestly you figured Todoroki would be relieved you didn’t show. God, class tomorrow was going to be hell. You just knew it, there’s no way you’d be able to focus knowing the whole class knows you’re a freak who can’t keep your eyes off the icy hot boy.

You pushed your thoughts aside, ignoring them to the best of your ability. You attempted to sleep, but the constant stamper of footsteps above you and outside your door was keeping you from the world of dreams. The world where assholes like Mr. Aizawa didn’t completely humiliate you.

Just as sleep started to creep up on you, there was another knock on your door. It was soft, and you immediately knew it wasn’t Uraraka. You sat up in the darkness, reaching for your bedside lamp. It faintly lit the room with a yellow glow, and made a light buzzing noise. You were too tired to speak up and ask who it was, so you forced yourself out of bed.

Maybe it was Momo, she did say she was looking forward to seeing your room. You pushed your wild hair out of your face before opening the door. And when you saw who was standing there a sharp breath immediately got caught in your throat. You let out a light cough.

“Todoroki?” you asked confused. He was all alone, no one with him. The lights in the hallway were out, one could only assume the competition was over and everyone else had gone to bed. Yet here he is, standing before you.

“I wanted to talk to you,” he says as if it’s the most normal thing ever. You didn’t know what to say, he’d never even approached you first. But he can knock on your door late at night to talk to you?

You looked at him in disbelief. In that moment you realized how little you knew about this boy, and how odd this situation was.

“What time is it?” You asked, completely ignoring what he said. He huffed, he knew you’d be difficult. You two may not talk much but he’s good at observing. He knew you more than you’d think.

“Almost 12, not too late. Can I talk to you?” This time he asked, therefore making it harder to avoid.

“Uh, I-In here?” You asked.

You couldn’t help but think he was here to tell you to stop being a creep. He wasn’t interested in you and would really appreciate it if you could stop with the creepy stares.

“Anywhere is fine,” he answers.

At those words, you move aside. Widening the door so that he can come in. The smell of vanilla hit you in the face as he walked past, and his eyes immediately began to observe your room.

Todoroki is in my room... what the actual fuck is going on!?

His hand comes up to point at your wall, “Did you draw those?”

Your eyes dart to the colorful art pinned to your wall.

“Y-Yes.”

The constant stuttering was making you loose your mind. But when your anxiety is this high you can’t manage to think straight. Not even one word can come out without a struggle.

“I like them.”

You swallow, hard. He probably heard it. The room was so quiet without one of you talking, unbearably quiet. Without words the only sound was the faint buzzing of your lamp you’d turned on only a few minutes ago.

“Oh, uh, Thanks,” a blush began to creep onto your face. Your hand came up to cover your face as you looked down. You knew you looked odd in the moment, but it was better than him seeing how much he can effect you so easily.

Todoroki looked at you with sweet eyes, although you couldn’t see them due to your current state. He thought you looked cute right now, all bashful. That’s something he has always liked about you. Your cheeks got red so easily when you were embarrassed, nervous, flustered, even when you were tired.

He noticed these things because you interested him, you always had. You were way too cute and sweet to not catch his attention. He just truly sucked when it came to talking to girls. Especially pretty girls like you.

“I, um,” this time it was Todoroki at a loss for words. He had a plan before he came in, but now as he stood in your room it was much harder to think clearly.

You looked up at him, his hand was raking through his hair. He seemed almost... nervous.

Why the hell would he be nervous?

“I was uh wondering if you, uh, would like to,” he took a deep breath to clear his mind. He was stuttering too much and overthinking, it was just a simple question he was trying to get out.

He locked eyes with you, “Would you like to go grab some food after school tomorrow?”

Your mouth fell open, but you quickly covered it with your hand. There was no way, no damn way.

“You mean, j-just me and you?” You asked, making sure you were  interpretating this correctly.

“Yeah, Yeah,” He nervously laughs, “Like a uh, date.”

Like a what now?

There was absolutely no way this was real, you had to be dreaming.

“is this a joke?” You ask, but you meant to only think it.

His eyes widen and he quickly began waving his hands, “W-What? No, of course not! I really want to go on a date with you, I think it’d be fun. Plus you’re super sweet and pre-“ he stops himself.

C’mon man, you’re gonna scare her off by being too forward.

“Yeah, i’d really like that Todoroki,” your smile was surpressed by your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. At this point you wanted to jump for joy, but you didn’t want to scare this chance away.

“Okay cool, so after school. Tomorrow, you and me,” his nervous laugh comes back, “on a date.”

You can’t help but giggle, you’d never seen Todoroki so nervous before. Not in this way at least. It was one of the cutest things you’d ever seen.

“You got me after school Todoroki,” you giggled again, “You and me on a date.”

And with that, the two of you said your goodbyes, which were a little awkward considering the two of you kept letting nervous laughter slip.

As soon at the door shut, you let out a happy squeal. It didn’t even bother you that he might of heard it, you really didn’t care. You were so overjoyed that nothing could kill your mood.

On the other side of the door Todoroki had the geekiest smile on his face. He walked to his room completely satisfied. He did it, he finally asked the girl he liked on a date.

“Hell yeah,” he whispered to himself.

This definitely was heading in the right direction.



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#21. Christmas Present - Snapemas Challenge

A/N: Day 21 of Snapemas! I hope you like it! This one is a little bit longer. I hate proof reading so much it stops me from uploading  Christmas is so close now! I can't wait! ahhhhhhhh I will upload more - I promise (I just dunno when)

Idea from @deepperplexity ´s Writing Challenge ! Check her Writings and the other Snapemas posts out! :)

❤️ Please remember that English isn’t my native language and that my Writings will include Mistakes and maybe weird formed sentences. ❤️

Pairing: Severus Snape x Professor!Teacher

Warnings: Mention Cursings, Slight NSFW mention of cookies - might make you hungry - atleast I got hungry - I love cookies

Word count: 5941

Y/N - Your Name, Y/L/N - Your last Name, Y/H/C - Your Hair Colour

#21.Christmas Present

,,O-Oh Professor Snape, before you leave I uh wanted to ask you something." In response he just rose his eyebrow and stared down on you. You laid down the Silverware on your Plate as the other Professors continued to eat their lunch.

,,I saw that you have quiet a big collection of books and I wondered if you're in possession of one I have been looking for to read for very long." Sighing he wetted his lips. He wasn’t even hiding his boredom. What a great Start, you thought to yourself.

,,Which one are you looking for?" Smiling you set your drink aside. ,,It's a rare one from Scotland. ,The correct way of Potion brewing and wild Herbology'." Now his face looked like your answer might actually have impressed him. ,,I am able to call one of these copies mine."

,,Oh really?" Your excitement seemed to confuse him slightly so you fixed your posture, flattened down your dress and collected your words together. ,,Would you mind if i would borrow it?" You followed him like a lost Puppy as he kept walking down the great hall.

,,You can pick it up tomorrow after lunch at my chambers."

,,Thank you, Professor!“ Smiling you first thought about hugging him but as your arms almost flew around him you backed up and held out your hand. ,,Sorry." Thinking about wether he should take my hand or not he finally decided to get up only to turn around on his heels. As always he vanished within seconds into the dark corridors. The Butterflies in your stomach went crazy now so you just tried to hide your smile as got up yourself to walk the other way leading towards your classroom.

In the next Morning you hurried your whole way up to the mountain where you just recently found a dead Acromantula. It has been two days ago when you have had spotted her. Actually you intended to let her rest in peace but you really wished you could give Severus something in return of his grace. So you quickly pulled out something out of your bag to catch the rare venom dripping from it's teeth. Actually it could become quiet dangerous up in here but since you went there almost everyday you felt more than just safe.

After the jar was full you went on your way back to the castle. It wasn't a too long way. It only took an hour and a half and you also got to take some ingredients you needed for your classes with you too. After you got everything secured in your class stocks  and changed your dress you went to lunch. Severus already sat at the unpredictability long table. Smiling you sat down next to him trying to hide your excitement. A good Book was always making you nervous. Not to mention a Book you have been looking for since so long and loaning it from a person you truly kind of liked?

,,Hello Professor Snape, I hope you're doing alright?" You chattered but got interrupted as the food appeared on the table. He wouldn’t have continued the Conversation anyways. After something that felt like an eternity but turned out to just have been 20 minutes you walked next to Severus towards his chambers. You told him about the new Paper you got from the Ministry about magic beasts - even if he didn't asked for it. But you knew if you didn't want to walk in silence you would have to talk yourself.

,,Theres even an article about Muggle Medicine in it. They test it on animals. Did you knew that? That’s so cruel.“ You noticed how he rolled his eyes on your words but you just simply knew he didn't dislike you as much as he disliked Gilderoy Lockhart. As you reached his door he quickly opened it with his wand. ,,Enter." Allowing you to step into his chambers. Nervously you closed the door after you. As he went to his shelf to look for the book you quickly opened your bag. He was quicker than you were so he just stood in front of you and held out the book.

,,One second - I almost got it!" And just by that you were able to grab the small jar. After you held it into the light and put it in his hand you took the book in return. Already admiring the Front Cover.

,,I know it's not much, but I just wanted to give you something as appreciation for the loaning." You Mumbled while scanning the little details stencilled in the edges.

Curious he inspected the label. ,,Where did you get it? So freshly?" Professor Snape quickly asked now, surely interested.

,,I uh - from the left Mountains. I found a dead Acromantula two days ago. I thought the Venom might come in handy for potions." You now looked back up at him. Your smile was wider than usual, you were just so happy about the possibility to finally read this book.

,,It - uh - yeah. Do you know the value of it?" His eyebrows arched.

,,Of course I do. But there's nothing as value as finding something you've been looking for since a long time." You smiled mumbling as you now opened the first pages of the book. Small golden details shined into your eyes. ,,Wow." You mumbled. He didn't even try to hide his stares at you as you looked through the pages and you could feel how he tried to be nice for once.

,,Would you like to sit down and have some tea? You can read it here while I'm brewing and prepare my-“

,,I'd love to." You admitted. Your eyes connected instantly as you closed the book to press it on your chest while sitting down on his couch. The first few moments as you sipped your teas remained silent until you just couldn't take it anymore.

,,Where did you get it? The book I mean." His beautiful dark eyes finally dared to look back at mine and he explained.

,,Hagrid is friends with someone who knew the Author. So as I once helped him out in his garden he just gave it to me." You felt like his voice was more quiet than usual and you had to listen even more carefully. His voice made something blossom inside of you. Butterflies flying, Flowers blooming, Sunshine finally hitting my skin? It felt all the same- incredible sweet and addictive.

,,That's very Kind." The Afternoon continued. Your Conversations were really short but you enjoyed every word. He chooses his words wisely which was the total opposite to you. You spoke as soon as a small thought came to your mind trying to fill the silence. It was like you balanced the Smalltalk out. Spending time with him meant learning to worship his words and worship a peaceful silence. As the Clock strikes 7pm he looked up to you. You grabbed your Coat. ,,Are you going to eat Dinner tonight?“

Shaking his head he pointed to a tower of Notebooks, meaning he was still to intertwined in his Job Tasks.

,,I See.“ Chuckling you pushed a strain of your Hair behind your ear. ,,Thank you for letting me read the Book and the Tea. I really enjoy it.“ For a second he just looked at you before his lips parted.

,,You can stop by and read anything you want, whenever you want.“ Listening close to his voice you noticed how his Perplexity from earlier hasn’t faded yet. But before he’d cancel his Offer you accepted.

,,I’d love to. I´ll see you tomorrow then, Professor.“ Waving over to him you turned around to walk to the great hall. Your Cheeks still beheld the pink touch you got from when you were around him. It was calming you to spent Time with him. You felt more relaxed than sleeping out, hearing rain or hearing your favourite song. He made it all better, he made you feel more safe than anyone else by just offering you tea. Dear Merlin, do you even listen to yourself? How can you be so in love with him after just 5 Months working at Hogwarts?

As your seventh Month at Hogwarts began so did the Winter Time. Christmas was only three weeks ago by now. It was till too long for you liking. Yesterday, a rainy Sunday you started to bake cookies and slightly decorate your room more festive. The Holiday Spirit already took you over in July and now it was finally your favourite time of the year. Smiling you walked over to Severus Classroom to meet him for your daily Meetings. You came here daily to read, grade Papers from your students or just drink some tea with him. It became a loved habitat of yours and he seemed to enjoy it himself as he grew to become a friend of yours. Knocking he almost instantly let you in.

,,I��m already making Tea. I´ll be right there.“ You heard him shout from the Kitchen.

,,Okay.“ You responded as you quickly laid down all your Notebooks you still had to grade and placed the box filled with cookies on his Table. You made some just for him knowing he has a sweet Tooth. Who else would drink their Tea with at least two or three tablespoons of sugar if it wasn’t their sweet tooth speaking out of themselves. Slightly chuckling you sat down on one of the Students Desks to start grading. You could simply work better on one of these as on one of the Teachers Desks. They just seemed too tall and too uncomfortable for your liking.

,,What is that?" Curious you turned around. ,,What's what, Professor?" He rolled his eyes as he heard the name you used. ,,On my desk."

,,I made cookies for you." As he continued to stare at you, you began to explain it to him. ,,I made some chocolate chip cookies, cinnamon ones and some plain ones. I know you like pumpkin so I bought some special cookie cutters at Hogsmead last week." Smiling you went up to the box, opened it up for him and showed him the small pumpkin shaped cookies.

,,See? Do you want to try some?" With caution he carefully took one and bit the half of it off. Waiting for his reaction as he chewed then putting the box aside and going back to your seat. ,,Do you like them?" He still kept chewing.

,,Actually- yes." A small smile made it's way across his lips and he ate the other half too.

,,I really hoped so." Sitting back down you waited until your Cup of Tea which now flew towards you sat in front of you. Severus always made the best tea.

Grading the last Homework you walked over to Severus huge Library Wall only to take the Book you used to read in the Daily. With butterflies in your chest you continued to read the few last pages of the book. You only had one third of the book left and by all means you wouldn't want to lose your tradition. So it happened that you started to reread the pages twice so you would have to spend more time with him or just in his chambers. Actually it’d only take you around 3 days to finish this big book but you didn’t wanted your shared time to end. The time has passed so quickly that you could feel how your body resisted to leave as it was time for dinner.

,,Are you coming with me for Dinner today?“ Severus just smiled. He was already done with his Papers and laid aside the Newspaper he just began to read.

,,Sure.“ He said only to follow you. He told you about something that had happened in his class today and about what he just read in the Newspaper.

,,No way!“ You Laughed grabbing his Arm in disbelief. ,,Imagine this happening to you- Merlin!“ Now he had to chuckle as well. He could make you laugh louder than anyone else. His dry Humor was just the best. After Dinner he walked you to your Chambers and you thanked him as always.

,,Good night, Severus. I see you at Breakfast.“ He put on a slight smile.

,,I´ll see you at Breakfast.“ His dark silhouette faded in the corridors and so did you in your chambers.

The weeks until Christmas was just a few days ago were just stressful. You and Severus almost never talked and just worked which was kind of tiring  you but you knew as closer as Christmas was around as closer was the Relief of all this Stress. After Lunch you planned to head straightly back to Hagrid helping him taking care of new magical Creatures he cared for. The small Bowtruckles were new here in this Region and you were too eagerly happy to get a chance to study them and present them in your classes next year. After downing your Tea you wanted to say goodbye to Severus before leaving but he stopped you at the end of the great hall.

,,Um err- would you mind meeting me later in my chambers? I've got something for you and - err- maybe I can cook dinner for us.“ Severus nervously stuttered while hiding his face with parts of his hair. He always made pauses while talking but you could tell he was acting a little bit shy and nervous. Smiling you nodded in agreement. That’s be a great opportunity to give him his Christmas Present you just finished.

,,I'll be there by 8." He quickly left your side in his well known manner. With his flying cape, showing off his presence. As he was gone and you couldn't hear his footsteps anymore you began to notice how red you turned. Your whole face was warm and your heart flattered. That always happened when Severus is near you. You had to admit, you like him. More than just a regular coworker. More than a friend. Maybe that's why you hurried the whole day to be there perfectly on time in front of his Chambers. Your heartbeat crawled up into your head and your hand was slightly shaking. Nervously you fixed your hair one last time and knocked ever so slightly.

,,Come in.." Severus quickly opened the door. ,,Please, come in." He tried his best to smile warm-hearted but you could see him being nervous again.

,,Good evening." He kept his Head low. You'd love to see his face.

,,Good evening , how are you?“ The both of you talked about your day and silently took a seat on the couch after finishing the smalltalk. The warmth of the Cabin reached you to the armchair. Severus sat across of you and began to rumble with his words.

,,I - Yesterday I went to Hogsmeade. I had to get some books and ingredients. And erm I - I came across the jewellery store and uh something catched my eye. I bought it for you." You felt your cheeks glow again. Severus stood up to grab a small package from above the cabin. For you?

,,But Severus- you didn't have to." Flustered you accepted the package as he handed it to you.

,,But it's almost Christmas and I really wanted to get you something." He almost whispered. With slightly shaking hands you opened it up. A small silver Hair needle fell into your hands. It was very pretty handcrafted and at the top was a green stone. It looked like it belong to a Slytherin and you couldn't help but smile. It was the prettiest thing you have gotten since a long time and it really made your heart flatter. The beautiful silver and the pretty green made it look like it belonged to someone royal.

,,It's so pretty." You looked up to his curious eyes. ,,Thank you so much , Sev. I don't know what to say." Small tears formed in the corner of your eyes and you couldn't help but cover your mouth while looking at the beautiful accessory. The Stone seemed to shine because of the dim light from the cabin. He really got something for you.

,,You like it?" Severus asked and his nervousness faded.

,,I love it." With a bright smile you stood up and fell into his arm. Crossing your arms around his neck and thanking him a million times. As you slightly let go of him you looked at him joking. ,,But you know those aren't my house colours right?" Again he smiled.

,,I know. I - I wanted to give you something that uh reminds you of me." Your smile faded and now the first tears started to roll down your face. It was such a thoughtful gift with a great meaning. You couldn't remember getting such a thoughtful and nice gift ever before.

,,Is everything okay,dear?" He hasty insured while checking your face.

,,Yes." You took a deep breath. ,,Yes. I will just dearly miss you over the holidays." He softly cupped the side of your arms and petted them before pulling you close again. This Time you could directly listen to his heartbeat. It was the first time he hugged you. You always hugged him but he never tried to hug or touch you.

,,I'll miss you too, I guess." He said almost cooing. ,,But maybe we can meet sometime? I mean only if your schedule allows and you're willing to-"

,,I'd love that, Sev." Now he pushed you away a few inches to look into your face. Your Tears already have stopped now by the feeling of being flustered taking over.

,,Sev?" He asked now.

You chuckled. ,,I think that's a cute nickname." You stated and he couldn't help himself but smile as well. He liked it too. ,,Are you ready for your Present?“ As you sat down again , took out the present of your small bag you began to nervously smooth out the edges of your wrapping paper. ,,I feel like I should have get you something else after receiving your gift." Embarrassed you turned red and handed it to him. But Severus didn’t mind, excited he opened it up. After holding it in his hands he began to smile widely. A black scarf which- for once- matched his height and wasn’t way too short like the regular ones.

,,Did you made it yourself?" He asked after noticing his small initials stitched into the fabric as he brushed over them with his fingertips.

You nodded. ,,Yes.“ Smiling he moved closer to you and pulled you into a hug. ,,That's the best thing I've ever gotten." He admitted and enjoyed being close to you in this intense Moment.

,,I'm glad you think so." Feeling relief you noticed how short your breath has gotten by now.  What’d you give to be even closer to him by now. Seconds passed and you didn’t let go of him, you simply didn’t dared to. The Moment he’d let go of you, you’d miss his touch instantly. But when his tall hands slowly stroked over your back you didn’t  felt like he’d want to let go as well.

A loud knock made you both tear apart. Scared you looked back to Severus. He looked as confused as you did.

,,Enter.“ Grabbing your Wand you got up, walking together with Severus to the door to see who interrupted you.

Hagrid almost tripped into the Chambers. ,,Ms. YLN, here you are. I need ya help! It’s about the Babies.“ He looked so panicked and your heart almost ripped apart but you just gave Severus a quick smile.

,,I´m sorry, I erm it’s urgent. .. I uh can be back in an hour. Is that alright?“ He quickly nodded and by that Hagrid grabbed your Hand to rush after him. Following this Giant Man you sighed. There was no worse timing right now. He pulled you right out of your Bubble of being close to Severus.

,,What happened to them?“ You asked him as he continued to hurry towards his hut.

,,Somethin´ in da forbidden Forrest bid them. Dunno know what to do!“ Pressing your Lips together you thought about Spells which could help you. If they were so small it could quickly be too late for any help if they didn’t got the right help. Quickly running to the small Baby Bowtruckle laying on Hagrids Table you inspected their wounds.

,,Shh, it’s okay. Let me have a look.“ The tiny leg was bent in weird directions and a small bite was visible. Taking out your wand you quickly healed the wound and took care of the small lad.

,,Do you have an idea what could’ve bitten them?“ Hagrid just shook his head. Sighing you let the Bowtruckles walk over your hand.

,,I can take them with me. It’s not the same like the forrest but they could grow up being safe.“ Hagrid helped you bringing them to your classroom before you quickly hurried back to Severus. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too mad.

Knocking you flattened the wrinkles on your dress. Severus opened the Door rather slow. He nervously scratched his head. His black hair was now tucked behind one of his ears.

,,I wasn’t expecting you to be back so quickly. Or to return at all.“ He admitted and you could already smell the Dinner he was cooking.

,,It was about the Bowtruckles I told you about. I brought them to my Classroom. Now I’m all yours, I promise.“ He let you slide inside and as you watched his movements you noticed that he was as flustered as you were.

,,If you want to you can keep reading until I’m done cooking?“ His Insecurities were still visible but as you smiled at him his tension faded.

,,Sure.“ Approving his idea you made your way to his living room as he continued cooking. As you watched him buzzing around in his kitchen from afar you opened your hair to adjust the hair needle he gifted you earlier. It fitted perfectly. A lot of hair needles were to short for your long yhc Hair but this one could hold everything in place easily and made you feel like a princess. You walked over to the mirror on the wall to look at your hair. You really liked it more this way. He got you the perfect present. Happy about the present you sadly realised how you forgot to bring your present for him at your chamber. You knitted him a scarf because you noticed how he never had one besides him. The green and black matching the house he was the head of.

,,You truly are beautiful." You slightly got scared as you didn't noticed how he stepped behind you. Your cheeks directly became red again. ,,Thank you.“ He took the Book from the top of the shelf where he lastly placed it only to put it in your Hands.

,,I´ll try to hurry.“ He assured before heading back to the kitchen.

If your students would hear his voice right now they would highly doubt it was him. His usual demanding voice now was low and casual and by that he went into the kitchen. Sitting down on his Armchair you could sometimes hear him mutter some small words like ,Fucking garlic' or something else which made you smile even more.

Who would have thought that you would sit on his Armchair on a peaceful night , reading a book as he was cooking for the both of you? It was almost like a date. Well actually that wasn't true. It felt like the future you wished so deeply for as a kid. The only difference was that you imagined it to be your husband but you didn't mind it being Severus. You knew he would never feel the same as you do. It was okay. It truly was. Sometimes you wished you could show him some affection- but he wouldn't like it. Being friends - which was obviously a huge step to make - was totally enough. You could hide your feelings if you had to. Having a good friend was all you ever asked for so you shouldn't bother yourself or even him with feelings who could ruin it all in a minute.

,,In 10 Minutes Dinner will be ready." He loudly announced from the kitchen. Surprised you looked up. He still hurried around the kitchen. Slowly you turned back a few pages. As you were lost inside your thoughts you couldn't remember what you just have had read. Putting a small paper in the book between the pages and closing it you had to sigh. Soon it will be Christmas and it would be your third one in Hogwarts. Maybe Severus would be here? Lost in your thought you walked over the kitchen where you spotted Severus opening some Wine. His arms pulled the cork without any sign of effort.

He scanned my face with his eyes and then made his way over to the oven where he pulled out some casserole. It smelled like heaven and soon the whole kitchen had it in the air. His movements made your Thoughts wander. His Arms were so strong- you never seemed to notice before.

,,Whats on your mind?“ Carefully he added a few last ingredients to the food as he pulled you out of your thoughts.

,,I erm was wondering how you celebrate Christmas?“ You lied blushing as he caught you thinking about him.

,,Actually I don't celebrate it. I don't celebrate anything." Shocked you now looked at him.

,,Not even your Birthday?" He shook his head which made his hair whip.

,,Not even my Birthday."

,,Severus! Who hurt you?" He had to laugh about your unbelievable expression. While pulling out a chair for you.

,,There's no sense in celebrating alone." Severus simply stated, pushing your chair slightly towards the table.

,,Thanks.“ Mumbling you thought about this nonsense. ,,Of course it is! I do it too." You added.

,,Then how do you celebrate it?" He now asked curiously and looked at you sitting down across of you.

,,I always celebrated it with my Family but since I work at Hogwarts I just.. spend it alone. Anyways firstly I get all the presents for everyone and make sure they arrive at the right place. Then I get a Christmas tree and decorate it. Afterwards I bake some cookies and in the evening I sit down to read a book and eat all those cookies. As simple as that." As you finished you expected him to say something but he kept on listening to you. ,,It sounds a little bit sad but it isn't that bad. I uh I try to enjoy my own company." Severus felt a little bit of pity. He knew you are really attached to other people and knowing you spend days which are important to you alone made his heart sink. He simply knew too well how being alone feels like.

,,As I already said, I uh would love to see you.“ He tried to uplift the Mood and placed some Food on your Plates. Nodding you thanked him. ,,I can’t wait.“ You admitted again and held up your Glas of wine.

,,Thank you for cooking for us and thank you for your present.“ He copied your movements and you slightly pushed your Glasses together. After you both took small sips from your wine you began to dine. His eyes always made sure you weren't spitting it out or something but actually you haven't had any reason for it.

,,It's really delicious. I never knew you were such a great cook?“ He chewed up and answered chuckling.

„I haven’t cooked for you before. Or anyone in general, so how would you know?“ You joined his chuckles and took a sip of wine again. As you tried to stretch your legs a little bit you accidentally touched his leg. Instantly his glance got up to yours and you pulled back your legs. It was like a small electric shock. A good one indeed.

,,S-Sorry." Blushing you locked my eyes with your plate. Your heart was pumping so fast you couldn't taste anything  of the food in your mouth anymore. Your nerves got foggy and your hands numb. Carefully you pushed around some broccoli on your plate. You liked touching his leg but he did he too? Did you reveal yourself? Carefully looking up he did the same thing you did a few seconds ago. Moving around some veggies on his plate. Was he bored of you? You didn’t knew. The air filled with so much tense it got harder to breathe. Biting on your lip you got an idea. It would cost some courage but it wasn't impossible to do. If it would fail you could simply excuse yourself by it being an accident but right now you had to know how he'd react. Laying down the silverware silently you carefully stretched out your leg towards his.

Now your legs were touching and you didn't dare to look up. The silence thickened and as it almost got too much he laid down the silverware himself and put one of his hands on your knee. Too excited your breaths got irregular and you could feel his heat storming through your body. With his thumb he started to draw small circles on your leg and as he continued for a while you looked up to him. Your face was probably fully blushed but he didn't seem to care. His dark eyes which have never looked this dark locked with yours. His expression didn't reveal anything. Was he enjoying it? Was he doing it because he thought it was what you wanted? Well, it was what you wanted but he just isn't the type of guy who'd do anything just because he think you’d expect it. Slowly his hand started to wander. A few millimetres upwards and you almost couldn't help yourself. Your thoughts wandered to things you could never say out loud. Imagining his fingers on places of your body you usually only touch myself.

As you realised how shaky your breath left my throat you grabbed your Glas of wine and flushed it all down. A small smirk appeared on his face.

,,Some more?" Quickly you nodded. You´d say yes to anything he would ask you to right now. He had the full control over you, you thought. How could a simple man make you so weak within seconds?

,,Want to continue this on the couch?“ Quick your legs pushed yourself up from the chair and you walked over to the living room. Not being able to answer him with your words. The whole Situation just became more interesting than you firstly anticipated beforehand. The mood has completely changed. There was something else in the air which you haven't felt before that intensive. Severus again opened another bottle of wine and now sat down directly next to you. He never did that. Usually there was atleast one pillow size distance between you or he sat in his Armchair. But now his legs touched yours and his arm touched yours as he leaned forward to the desk to reach for our glasses.

,,Thanks." You whispered and you felt like as if this wasn't anything you could dream of. The smell of his Aftershave filled your nose and the fabric of his trousers against your bare knees got you shaking. Silently you drank the first glass in silence. But at our second Glas he laid his hand on your leg. Not on your knee. On your Leg. Right before the fabric of your skirt started to hide your skin. Did he knew what he did to you? Could he feel your heartbeat? Could he feel your butterflies?

Closing your eyes I felt the alcohol hitting your nerves. It wouldn't take much to make you drunk but right now you felt like you would need every drip of any type of alcohol you could possibly get. Carefully you moved your head to your side to look at his face. He softly swung his wine in his hand and drank it too. His pink small lips cupped the Glas corner  and his hair flew a few inches back as he put his head into his neck and drank up. As he stood his Glas back down you wanted to be more offensive. He seemed to be interested, you thought. Slowly and with my glance on the cabin you widened your neckline to reveal more of my chest. His eyes hushed over to see what you were doing. Slowly, torturing slowly you revealed a small part of your throat. Continuing you showed him more and more. His hand on your leg clutched his fingers a little bit stronger into your flesh. You continued until you almost revealed your bra. As you looked over to him now he smiled slightly.

,,You're beautiful." He whispered. ,,I can only repeat myself.“ Slowly you pushed your weight a little bit up to sit down on his lap. His Hands instantly guided you. Making sure you were comfortable. Now you could hear his irregular breath as well.

,,I really like you, Severus." You admitted as you hugged him closely again. His Hands again rubbed your back and as you felt him stiffen under you you almost inaudible moaned. Hoping instantly this wasn’t the day he’d break your heart by telling you to back off.

,,The last few months uh I felt like I was acting like a freak and it took me some time until I understood that I maybe just got confused by something. Or someone." You now stopped in your tracks to look at him again.

,,Someone?" You asked.

,,You." His cheeks were red. ,,I really like you." He didn't knew where his courage came from but he knew it was the right time to finally admit it.

,,Really?“ You couldn't move out of fear of scaring him and his feelings away. Your heart beat so hard you feared he could see it banging from your chest. Did he really just say that? Or did the wine you had at dinner fogged your senses. Did he really just admit that to you?

,,You Don't have to feel the same but I wanted to let you know that i like you more than just friends.“ As he intended to back up a little bit you quickly moved towards him and pressed your lips against his. In your chest was a firework exploding and butterflies from the night escaping to your stomach. Softly he kissed you back and put his hands on your hips where they used to rest until the kiss was paused so the both of you could catch some air.

,,I like you too. More than just friends“ You whispered smiling.

His lips brushed against your earlobe. The words he spoke made your emotions going even more crazy. You could scream out of tension, happiness and even more out of lust. Being this close to him made you go crazy. You wanted to have Sex with him all night and at the same time you felt like this was an even more intimate Moment than you ever had before.

,,Would you like to stay for the night?" His raspy dark voice sounded like it just got even darker than before.

,,I’d love to.“ And again his Lips touched yours. Slowly and more passionate this time. The Night continued in more and more Intimacy. The Both of you wouldn’t spent Christmas alone this year nor the following ones.

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Sweet Temptations - Tommy Shelby x Fem! Reader

A/N- So I really hadn't expected to get this one done so early. But here we go, I am done and I'm not sure if it's any good.

Summary- (Y/N) is a married woman, stuck in a loveless, unhappy marriage with one of Thomas Shelby's rivals who mistreats her and abuses her. She embarks on this forbidden affair with him.

Read part-2 here.

Warnings- MAJOR SMUT MAYBE? Porn without plot? Read it at your own risk.

Requested by- @peakyfooky

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"Mrs. Button?" Your housekeeper stepped into the library of your mansion, her eyes trained on you. You were perched on an armchair, a book spread out on your lap, your finger holding a lit cigarette as you brought it up to your lip, the dried gash on your bottom lip burning slightly every time you tried to speak, so you just motioned to her to come in.

"Mr. Button requests your presence in his study."

You nodded, shutting the book and standing up, stubbing the cigarette into the ashtray and placing the book back on the rack from where you had pulled it out. You wondered what that vile, evil man who your parents had married you off to, for money, was upto now.

You were twenty four, married to this man for two years and still childless, because he was more into filthy street whores than he was into you. But you were okay with it. You would have felt worse if he had wanted your body.

Wrapping your arms around your body and rubbing the sides of your arms, you walked down the well lit hallway, towards the mahogany door that smelt like cigarettes and booze from a distance. You placed yourself by the door and knocked, hearing a grunt from inside. You stepped in, your eyes falling on the vile creature that sat lounged over the desk, his feet sprawled up on the desk, his baloon belly evident from underneath the layer of rich fabric that made up his shirt.

"Where were you last night eh? The maids fucking tell me you went out."

You bit the insides of your cheeks– there was nothing you wanted to do more than to slap the smug look from his face but the fresh gash from two days back still reminded you of what kind of a sick, twisted fuck he was.

"We were out of bread so I– "

"So I what? When I've given you twelve fucking maids to do these things for you, why do you insist on still going out? To whore yourself to men? Why?"

"Seriously, Michael– "

Before you could even reply, he had grabbed the nearest object on his desk, a tiny round decorative item that he had brought from his trip to America and thrown it towards you. Maybe they were your reflexes, but you found yourself ducking at the right time, the tiny object slamming into the wall behind you and breaking into many tiny pieces.

"You fucking bitch." He hissed,licking over his malignant, yellow teeth when there was a knock on the door.

"What the fuck do you want eh?" He yelled, his eyes not moving from yours as now you stood in a corner, your hands curled into fists, kneading into the fabric of your dress as anger coursed through you like lava.

The door opened and one of your husband's henchmen stepped in.

"Boss, Thomas Shelby's here."

Thomas Shelby– the striking blue eyed devil– the only one that managed to irk your husband beyond capacity, that one reason you were thankful to him for. Your husband was so busy planning and plotting to get this Thomas Shelby out of the picture, he didn't focus that much on you, for which you were grateful for.

"Bring the bastard in, of course." Your husband pursed his lips, his eyes flying to you. "Get us a drink now."

"I thought you had twelve fuckin' maids to do this for you." You spat angrily, moving to the liquor cabinet when the door finally opened and the atmosphere in the room changed and the wafting fragrance of a man's eu de cologne spread through your nostrils, a warm welcoming fragrance, that reminded you of anything but your husband's sweaty stink. The man that walked in was a handsome one, a cap placed over his side shaven head, his long coat flowing in after him. He had a cigarette in his grip. If you didn't know better, you wouldn't think this man was dangerous.

"Mr. Button, I see you accepted to meet me at such a short notice eh."

"Sit down, Mr. Shelby. I hear you have a proposition for me."

It was as though you were invisible in a corner but it was your husband's words that pulled you put of your concentrated stare on the man that had just walked in.

"What you fuckin' doing there eh? Can we bloody have our drinks?"

Mr. Button's directed gaze towards you caused the handsome stranger's head to snap towards you and that's when your eyes met his icy, blue ones, and unknowingly, you parted your lips, letting your tongue slide out and moisten your lower lip. There was something electrifying about the eyes; an imaginary pull that seemed to be binding you to him.

Quietly, you walked up to the men, placing your drinks on the desk for either of them and looked up at your husband.

"Can I do anything else for you, dear husband?" You said, sarcastically.

"Yes, just fuck off."

"Gladly." You muttered under your breath, taking a step away to turn towards the door, but not without sharing one last lingering glance with Thomas Fuckin' Shelby.

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You could hear the men screaming from your bedroom but you couldn't care. In fact, a part of you found thrill in an imagination that maybe, a bad scuffle will take place and somehow, your husband will be killed in action. You had just stepped out of the shower, wearing nothing but an almost sheer negligee, a towel wrapped around your head and a loose fitting robe that hadn't been knotted up in the center. You could hear the sound of the motorcar from your window so out of curiousity, you walked up to the window and fixed yourself to it.

You could see the leader of the Peaky Blinders get into his motorcar with the men that had accompanied him, the car slowly pulling off the driveway. You bit your lip, too hard, drawing out blood, the metallic taste spreading in your mouth. You wanted him to look up at the window once and as if he had read your thoughts, his eyes flew up to the window, catching you staring at him. You didn't realize why, but a smile broke out against your lip, your palm latching to the glass pane of the window, as you watched him drive away.

It was almost two minutes later when you heard the sound of the motorcar again, and this time when you looked, relief spread through you when you saw your husband and a few of his men leave in their cars. At least now you had the house to yourself, atleast for a few hours. Usually when he left around midnight, he wasn't back until 9 or 10 the next morning.

You took off the towel, drying off your wet hair that were now clinging to your body, droplets of water running down your neck. You wrapped the robe around your frame, pulling out a cigarette from the box and lighting it as you stepped out of your room and walked down the hallway to the library on the ground floor– the only room in this godforsaken mansion that didn't feel alien to you– the only room that you found yourself spending most of your time in.

The minute you stepped into the hallway, a shiver ran down your spine as the chilly wind hit you, causing you to realize that the connecting door to the garden from the library was wide open.

"Hello? Janice? Is that you?" You called out, hoping to find your housekeeper trot inside, with a broom in her hand but no one answered. So, shrugging your shoulders in an incoherent manner, you walked up to the glass door, bolting it shut from the inside when you heard it, the unmistakable sound of a footstep creaking against the wooden floorboards somewhere, in the library, with you.

A sudden fear gripped you, you knew your husband had many, many enemies and it wouldn't be unusual for one of the crazy ones to have sneaked into your home and was now hiding in the library, somewhere, alone with you. You quickly grabbed a candlestick, curling your fingers tighter against the iron, taking a small, yet cautious step towards the library. Your eyes scanned the book racks, trying to spot anyone hiding in between them, your mind alert when suddenly, you saw him.

He was just a shadow, lurking in a dark corner at the back of your library, shielded by the last book rack, but you could see that he was facing you.

"I can see you, you know." You murmured in your husky voice, ready to strike him with the candlestick when he finally stepped out from the dark, into the light, your eyes now adjusting to see who he was.

"You." Was all you could manage to say, your heart suddenly palpitating, your knees already feeling like jelly. There stood the man you had secretly been sharing glances with all day, right in front of you, within your arms reach.

"My husband's not here, Mr. Shelby, this visit of yours is very inappropriate." You commented, half heartedly, meaning no word of it.

"Yet you made no fuss, Mrs. Button. When you could have screamed and alerted everyone in your home." Thomas Shelby's lips held the slightest of smirks against its corners, but his eyes were emotionless and bland.

You didn't loosen your grip over the candlestick, your eyes following every movement that the man made, as you saw him pull out his box of cigarettes and nip one between his teeth. His other hand moved to the pocket of his coat, pulling out a box of matches but somehow, it fell from his hand and fell to the floor, settling right in between you and him.

You took a step closer, your eyes still on him as you bent and grabbed the box, before he could. You then pulled out a match, lighting it and stepped closer towards him to help him light the end of his stick, his features appearing even more glorious under the pale flickering light of the match.

"I saw you leave in your car."

"You should be more careful with that door." He pointed towards the back entrance of your library that led to the garden. "Any lad can get in through the back and not all of them will be here for– "

"For what, Mr. Shelby?" You cut him off abruptly.

You could feel a weird, tingly sensation in your fingers. You wanted to reach out and hook your fingers on the fabric of his coat, take it off. So you did. His eyebrow shot up in surprise for he hadn't expected you to be so forward. You tugged slightly on his coat and smiled, "We have a fireplace in here that should be warm enough, Mr. Shelby, I don't think you'll need your coat. May I?"

You helped him slide out of his coat first before holding it in your hands and making your way to the coat hanger and hanging it over. Your eyes fell on the library door and like a stealthy cat, you quickly swiped the door shut, trying to hide this little whatever this was from the employees of your house.

"Care for a drink Mr. Shelby?"

He hummed in response, his eyes fixed on you, moving slightly lower and then back up again. It was funny how this one act of vulgarity didn't seem to phase you, and in fact you even liked it. You slowly turned away from him, walking up to the other side of the room, your bare feet grazing against the carpeted floor on this side. You pushed yourself up on your toes, trying to pull out the bottle of whiskey from the cabinet, making sure to give him a good view of you from behind. Your fingers clasped against the neck of the bottle as you pulled it down from the top rack and poured it carefully into two glasses, taking them back to him.

He gladly accepted the drink, his fingers almost brushing with yours when he took the glass, causing shivers to run down your spine. You knew it– the game that he was playing – intentionally touching you so very subtly, knowing how you were actually enjoying the flirting.

"What's a woman of your likes doing with a man like him?"

You could sense the distaste behind his words so you just parted your lips and let out a weak sigh before taking a sip of your whiskey.

"Call it a punishment for being born into a greedy family. Sold me off to the monster for some good pounds like I was a mare." You commented.

"Why didn't you run away? You could have gone to London, or even to America."

"It's not that easy, not when you're married to a gangster. You out of all men should understand that." You said, relishing the bitter yet sweet taste of the whiskey on your taste buds.

"Mr. Shelby, enough about me. I wanted to know the reason for your visit. I know you're not here to meet Michael." You slurred.

You saw the man's eyebrow twitch but you couldn't determine if it was out of amusement or something else. After a lingering minute of silence, you watched as he downed the whiskey in one go, almost slamming the glass back against one of the racks.

"Can we skip past the formalities now, Mrs. Button? I think you know why I am here."

You couldn't deny it. You and this man had a sizzling chemistry. There was a raw desire spurting inside you, that wanted nothing more to be satiated. You could feel it– the sexual tension, the need to touch each other, the need to feel him touch you at places you had forgotten how a man's touch felt like.

You nodded.

Thomas Shelby's hands grabbed you, his hands locking around your waist as he pulled you into his embrace and slowly turned around, so you were now pinned against the rack, his front pressing into you. You could feel his slow, ready grinding against your core, causing your body to erupt into a sensation of desires, like small electric short circuits everywhere. You parted your lips and let out a low moan, only to be shut up when his lips slammed against yours in a needy way. You were a believer, a devout Christian by faith, you knew the temptations the Devil was capable of and you knew that Thomas Shelby was nothing more than the devil in disguise. But this didn't deter you from wanting to taste into the fruit of sin.

Your hands curled around his head, your fingers latching into the back of his head, tugging at his hair, your mouth struggling to keep pace with the sweet assault on them. His pupils dilated due to his lust for you, he kissed you, ravaging your lips, biting and tugging at them in the most animalistic way.

"Fuckin' hell." You cursed as his teeth almost bit into the gash on your lip, the one where your husband had mercilessly beat you a few nights before, the taste of your own metallic blood in your mouth. Maybe Tommy tasted it too, for he immediately pulled away, his hands still holding you in place.

"Did he do this to you?"

You nodded.

"Come with me then. Leave that man." Those were the words he said to you as he grabbed you by your hand and dragged you to the desk in the corner.

"And go where? He'll find me. You know I can't fucking do that." For once, you could feel yourself weaken, the sudden realization of it all seeping through you, that you were trapped in a life full of torture and abuse and there was nothing you could do about it.

"I'll think of something, until then –" he brought his palm up to your cheek, his thumb brushing over the gash on your lip that was bleeding now.

"Thomas– " You moaned.

Maybe the way his name rolled out of your lips was too much for him to bear, he literally started ripping your robe off in an attempt to free you of it while you hands fervently ran against the buttons of his shirt to get it off. Clothes were ripped off and the library floor was stocked with piles of discarded clothes, both of you naked and beautiful under each other's eyes, by the desk by the fireplace.

Tommy's hands grabbed your bare arse, kneading it lightly until he barked at you to turn over and you complied. You felt vulnerable, bent on your own desk with nothing to cover your modesty, his eyes snaking over your back, your arse but you liked it. So much so that you were horrified if someone was to hear you, not because of what your husband would do to you, but because of how you would have to part with this man right now when you wanted nothing more than to feel him inside you.

"For fucks sake, Thomas, I need you now. I don't want anyone to– "

"Your wish is my fuckin' command." Was all he said. That was all the warning you received.

And then you screamed in a sweet, pleasurable pain when he thrust his hard cock into you, making you grab the edge of the table while his nails dug into your hips. A series of curses followed and soon, you found yourself enjoying the way his cock was ravaging your core. His pace inside you was relentless, his hits merciless, hitting you at just the right spot every time, causing you to just sneak closer to your edge with every hit.

"Fuck," Tommy grunted in a low voice, sliding in and out of you, the sound of your skin slapping against his echoing through the library.

"Fucking hell, Thomas– " You seethed, holding on to the desk as you felt your eyes roll at the back of your head, pleasure bursting inside you with every movement of his.

"You feel so good." He slurred, his voice thick with lust and desire. It was like music to your ears, a music you didn't want to stop listening to. But you also knew that all good things often come to an end. "Come for me now, love. Come on." His voice commanded you, making you tip over your edge.

And the command was all it took for you to come crashing down, your body trembling as your pussy clenched around his cock, shooting sparks all over your body. And after a few unsteady, light thrusts, you felt him twitch inside you as a final signal that he was there too, his warm seed spilling into you as he moaned something incoherent that you couldn't make out.

He stayed like that for a few silent seconds, both of yous erratic breathing empowering each others until you finally felt him slide out of you. You stood up, leaving a trail of his cum rolling down your thigh as you struggled to put your underwear on and then grabbed your robe silently while Tommy pulled his pants up and started rummaging for his torn shirt that had almost been ripped apart by you.

You bit your lip awkwardly now; a sudden void filling up your heart.

Thomas Shelby had gotten what he wanted, and maybe he would never look your way again.

Of course, this couldn't mean more than a one time thing to him, could it?

Suddenly, the sound of a match lighting brought you back into reality but you were startled to find him standing inches apart from you, his palm on your cheek, his index finger rubbing gently over your gash.

"You alright love?"

You gave him a weak smile and nodded.

You parted your lips to reply but a loud bang on the door caused you and Thomas to turn towards the door.

"Mrs. Button, is everything alright in there?" Janice called out.

"It-It is, Janice, is there anything you want?"

"Just wanted to let you know your husband's home."

"Fucking hell, looks like our time is up, Mr. Shelby," Your eyes flew to Tommy, as the curse escaped your mouth. He looked unbothered."I'll join him in a minute." You called out to Janice.

Tommy didn't say anything else. As quietly as he had come in, you saw him walk towards the door that led to your garden and you followed him. It was only when he reached the door and you unbolted it for him, did he turn and look into your eyes and speak.

"Until next time, Mrs. Button."

"Call me (Y/N). I don't want to be linked with that man. At least not with you around."

"Let me rephrase it then, until next time, (Y/N), who knows it might even be at your dear husband's funeral."

That was the last words that he spoke to you that night before you saw him sneak out through your garden until he wasn't in sight anymore and you stood there by that door, smirking inwardly at his words.

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Salty Baby

Chapter six

Summary - When you moved to New York in hopes of living a glamorous life this isn’t what you expected. Steve offers to help you but your pride gets in the way. Pride isn’t going to pay your rent and college loans.

Chapter themes - This chapter you meet the Avengers. Will you be able to make a good impression on them? smut, semi-public sex, angry sex, jealous steve.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 3k

Masterlist is linked in bio! Previous chapters can be found in it!

You were nervous about getting lavish gifts from Steve, for the twenty-five five gifts of Christmas he was going to give you. Things you didn’t really need, like the diamond bracelet he got you for your two month anniversary. You couldn’t exactly wear those kinds of things to class. Where your classmates talked about was dungeons and dragons or whatever a doctor who is.

But Steve’s twenty-five presents, all of them, were anything but materialistic. You were amazed at how he personalised each of them specifically for you. He knew you so well and in such a short time. Like how he got you first edition Sylvia Plath books, which you actually had the time to read now, or how he woke you up with your favorite breakfast, or how he woke you up with his mouth. You liked that much more than the breakfast. He also got you a big cosy grey sweater that swallowed you whole.

“You look so cute” He beamed at you bending down to kiss your forehead. You couldn’t help but blush at that. “I’m not cute!” You almost stomped your foot “You’ll always be cute to me doll”

You were pleasantly surprised when Anna invited you and Steve for Christmas dinner at her place. You did miss your nephews. Brock was, as always, gone for work. She didn’t want to spend Christmas alone with the kids. She also had to make a dig at you, how you’ll be in the same boat as her, what with Steve’s demanding job. Which was far from the truth, but you let it go.

The only problem was that it was the same day as the Christmas party at the Avengers tower. Steve, being the angel that he is, said you could go to the party after dinner, it would probably start late anyway.

“Doll, how does this one look?” He asked as you stared at him noticing how thick he looked under the off white cable knit sweater.

You gulped down smoothening the flare of the white lace dress Steve gifted you. “It’s perfect Steve. And stop being so nervous! I told you I don’t care about Anna’s opinion”

“Yeah but she’s the only family you have. I want to make a good impression” he said giving you a pout which you kissed away.

Thankfully you didn’t have to ask him to not take his death trap of a motorcycle. He got you both an uber. You enjoyed the whole city lit up with the beautiful festive lights. You couldn’t help but think you wouldn’t be half as happy if you didn’t have your man sitting right next to you.

“Oh my god. Ca – Captain America” Anna stammered as she looked at your boyfriend. Right, you never did mention you were dating Steve Rogers.

“Ma'am” he gave her a curt nod handing her the non-alcoholic wine bottle he had got since she was pregnant. She pushed about how considerate he was. Which was true.

Your nephews, instantly loved Steve. It didn’t take much to impress them, the lego sets and other toys and chocolates you got them probably helped as well. Both of them hanging off of his biceps as he sweeped them off the floor. While Anna tried to process that The Captain America was standing in her living room.

She dragged you to the kitchen excusing you both away from Steve. “What is wrong with you?! You never told me you were dating Captain America!” She whispered harshly.

“What difference does it make?” She only shook her head calling you a liar “Omitting information is not the same as lying. On that note I haven’t really told him about Mom” You paused gauging her reaction “I would appreciate it if you didn’t either” You winced as she smirked at you. Wouldn’t she love having such power over you?

“What do I get in return?”

“What the fuck do you want?” you snapped.

“I’ll think about it. But remember that you owe me”

You couldn’t get her words out of your head. As you kept stabbing at your meatloaf barely eating it. Steve squeezed your thigh, under the dinner table as if to reassure you. He threw his head back at the kids antics and making polite conversation with Anna.

“I’ve worked with Rumlow before” He mentioned referring to the picture frames he saw of Brock.

“Oh goodness really? He never mentioned it. But he never really talks about work. Are you good friends?” She asked eagerly.

He cleared his throat sitting up straight “Not really. But I would like to get to know him better”

Friends was always a touchy subject for Steve. Having lost so many of them, you were amazed at how he was still willing to open his heart up. He couldn’t connect to or trust anyone in this era. He didn’t need to tell you that, you could sense it. You were almost anxious, did he feel connected to you? Atleast half as much as you did to him.

Maybe that’s why you were more scared to meet his ‘family’ than he was to meet yours. You had to crane your neck up, to the point that it actually hurt so you could get a view of the Avengers tower. It was majestic and maybe a bit over the top. Not really your cup of tea, but from what you heard from Steve about Tony Stark, he loved going all out. Which was probably why there were humongous reindeers next to the A of the Avengers.

“It’s amazing!” You gushed as you both got in the elevator making your way over to the party deck. You could see why they called it a white party. The Christmas tree decorated with silver and white ornaments, which seemed to be the theme of the party. “Oh” You let out as you read that all the decorations and the tree would be bio-degradable. How is that possible?

“Cap you finally made it” You turned around to look at a blonde man, who was taller and larger than Steve which you didn’t get to see everyday, and a redhead, whom you recognised as the black widow, greeting Steve. You quickly stood next to him, holding his hand and lacing his fingers with yours.

“Oh you must be Steve’s lady” He raved squeezing you into a tight hug, which would normally be uncomfortable for you but somehow it wasn’t when he did it. It was almost comforting, like a bear hug. You awkwardly patted his back. With your face smashed in his chest you could barely breathe.

You finally pushed him away trying not to hypnotised by his eyes wrinkled by his wide gein “Yes I am the lady” you chuckled nervously smoothening the wrinkles of your dress. You looked down at the pretty white thing. You had never even worn a dress before, you weren’t sure if it was for you.

“Hope Steve is treating you well” Black Widow smiled at you before looking at Steve. “Aren’t you gonna introduce us?” she raised a brow at him.

“This is Thor” Steve frowned at the bulky blonde out of the corner of his eye “And this is Natasha” She smiled shaking your hand. Now Natasha, she looked absolutely ravishing in her grey bodysuit, that seemed to hug her in all the right places, she looked like someone who was made to fit into a place like this.

“Can I borrow Steve for a minute? We have some business to attend to” She said lacing hers arm with his.

Your breathe hitched at the thought of being left alone. “I – uh” You stammered.

“I can keep you company if you like” Thor offered and you smiled at him. Feeling his presence already comforting. You thanked him letting Steve know that you were fine.

For the next hour, Thor told you all about his home, which was in another world, something you still couldn’t wrap your head around. His delinquent brother Loki, who’s never up to any good. And his girlfriend Jane who unfortunately couldn’t join you too. His face beamed up when you told him you study physics. “I believe that is what Stark does”

“Oh I’m not sure it would be the same field. But maybe” You hummed.

“Where is he” He looked around, his silky long strands shaking with his head. “Oh Clint! Come meet Steve’s lady” He called out to someone.

“Oh you know what? I think I have to use the restroom” You stood up abruptly collecting your clutch. “I’ll catch you later” You said briskly walking away. You had caught a glimpse of a balcony on the when on the way from the elevator to the party which was your destination. As much fun as it was supposed to be to hang out with everyone, how all your classmates and your sister were ‘so jealous' of you, you were exhausted and completely burned out.

You breathed in the cold fresh air as you stood near the railing of the balcony, which was empty save for a few people. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you felt the air creep chills up your body. You close your eyes, your teeth clammering as you tried to rub your arms to create some warmth

“You don’t look so comfortable there” Your eyes snapped open as you heard someone drawl out. You looked to your left, where the voice came from, and instantly recognized the face. You’d have to live under a rock not to. It was the man who saved New York.

“I’m fine” You brushed him off. Not knowing how you could possibly speak to such a larger than life personality.

“It’s a nice party. Isn’t it?” He moved closer to you standing just a few feet away from you now “No? I’ll try to do a better job next time I guess” He shrugged his lips curling up in a smile.

“It is nice. But – I don’t know” you stopped yourself “– I’m just an introvert”

“See that's what people get wrong. Introverts don’t hate parties. I know plenty of ‘em who are the life of the party in fact”

“Name one” You scoffed.

He hummed for a minute as if thinking it over “Oh the hulk!” you cringed as he yelled enthusiastically “Banner is an anti social geek but the hulk is actually a pretty fun guy if you get to know him” he said leaning on the edge of the balcony.

“I don’t think that counts. Hulk and Banner are not the same...” you trailed off not quite sure if they were or weren’t and this time he scoffed not believing you “It’s true!” you argued “just like how Steve and Captain America aren’t the same person”

“Who capsicle?” he tilted his head.

You tried to hold it in, you really did but you burst out a laugh and quickly held your hand over your mouth to contain it. “Cap – what does that even mean?” You shook your head finally giving in and throwing your head back laughing at the ridiculous nickname.

“There you are” You stopped laughing as soon as you heard that voice. You whipped your head to look at Steve approaching the two of you, his jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed. “I’ve been looking all over for you” He said pulling you into him by grabbing your waist.

“Oh I’m sorry I got caught up -”

“You two know each other” Tony interrupted you and Steve introduced you as his girlfriend.

“We should get going. There are some other people I want you to meet” Steve said looking down at you, somewhat sternly, his tone reminding you of his authoritative side, the one he used on the battlefield and in bed with you.

You felt your heart beat fast and your mouth dry as you nodded. Steve held onto your wrist guiding you away from the balcony

“Wait!” Tony called out for you “don’t you wanna know what it means?”

“What’re you talking about?” Steve rolled his eyes, still pulling at your wrist but you stood your ground, you did want to know. You looked at Tony expectedly.

“He spent decades in the ice frozen like a capsicle” He chuckled “and because he always has a huge stick up his ass”

Your smile faltered at that. You thought it would be something fun his friends tease him with, but this just seemed mean-spirited. “It was nice to meet you Tony” You bid him goodbye and he waved you off as you walked with Steve back to the party.

You could feel Steve fuming beside you, but you weren’t exactly sure what he was angry at. You didn’t think a stupid nickname would make him so mad. You were about to ask him but you were pushed into a coat closet? What the hell? You yelped as your backside bumped against the desk in the middle of the closet. “What - Steve!” you scolded him as you looked at the brown grease on the desk stain your white dress. “this isn’t going to come off you know” you tried rubbing at it but you were sure it was ruined.

“What were you laughing about out there with Tony? I left you alone for barely half an hour” He said. His tone contained and cool. As if what he was saying was completely rational and true. Which only served to piss you off even more.

“You left me for an entire hour! You know I’m not good at these things. Why am I here?” You said pointing your at your chest “I’m here for you! And now you’re saying what? I’m flirting with other men?”

“That’s what it seemed like” He said with the same even tone and your hand twitched wanting to smack him across his stupid beautiful face.

“Whatever Steve” you shook your head pushing him away to get away from him. You never thought you’d need distance from your Steve. “Steve let me go” you pushed him again but you knew it would be of no use. You were no match against the great Captain America.

“No” He walked close to you caging you in till you had no where to go. You felt his hot breathe fanning against your face as he stared you down. You let out a breathe, disgusted that you could feel his erection against your thigh. That you were just as turned on.

“Fuck it” you leaned up on your toes crashing your lips onto his wrapping your hands around his neck, your teeth clattering together as his hands worked to push up your skirt and pull down your panties. He pushed you up to sit you on the desk and you cringed thinking of your once beautiful dress.

He pulls away from you, his face flushed and his lips swollen from your rough kiss. He put your panties into his dress pants. “I’ll buy you another one doll” But you didn’t know if he was referring to your dress or your panties. And frankly you didn’t care. You were so angry and hurt, that all you could think about was his dick inside you, your golden boy railing you in a fucking coat closet.

Your hands made quick work of unbuckling him and pulling him out of his briefs. His cock already hard and ready. You pulled it in to line him up with your entrance but he stopped you, swatting your hands away.

“I’m too big for you doll” He leaned into your ears to whisper, two of his fingers entering your channel. “And you’reso tight. We have to get your prepared” he groaned driving his fingers in and out of you adding a third one as you held onto his shoulders for life, biting into the crook of his neck to muffle your screams.

“Don’t you dare come” He warned you as he felt you clench around his fingers. You could only whimper to answer him, holding off on your release. Knowing that if you didn’t listen to him he wouldn’t fuck you. In that moment you felt as if you’d die if you didn’t feel his cock inside you. “Please fuck me” you tried to catch your breathe as tears clouded your vision. You cried as you felt his fingers slipping out of you. You were about to say that you didn’t come. That you were good. You deserved to get off!

But then, in one single thrust he pushed his cock deep inside you, hitting your g-spot. You sighed biting his earlobe and sucking on it as a way to thank him. The weight and warmth of him cooling down the burn in your core just a little bit. But you were still very much on edge.

He rolled his hip as he started fucking into you. You grabbed onto his hair with your hand pulling on it a bit. He groaned at that driving into you faster.

With his cock hitting your cervix, again and again with such ferocious pace, you couldn’t even remember what you were angry about. Were you angry? What were you doing in a coat closet? It didn’t matter, not really. The only thing that mattered was him, his cock inside you and your impending doom. “I need to come. Please “ You wailed unable to contain your sounds.

“Go ahead doll” he pulled away a bit to look into your eyes “I’m all yours” He drove his cock into you, in the way he knew you loved. He pushed your hair out of your face, staring at you so lovingly, feeling so vulnerable and overwhelmed you closed your eyes, if you didn’t see him he couldn’t see you either right?

You clenched around him as you felt him fill you up with his warm seed. Your orgasm hitting you like a tsunami. You felt completely spent, not being able to hold yourself up you laid your head on his shoulder.

Your high didn’t last for long. You felt him slip out of you, shuffling to take out a handkerchief and clean you up. You recalled what you were fighting about. How he mistrusted you even though you had given him no reason to do so. You hugged him closer not ready to address all those issues just yet. They could wait till you had had your moment with him.

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i like how in the previous part i said "i wanna see how far i can go" then i proceed to just....not go HSHSHSHHS this is fun tho i have to admit

See i | See ii

"You...you don't remember anything, do you?"

Okay.

What the heck is she dreaming right now?

"No. No no no, I-I thought you would be immune-"

He's still talking, but she isn't paying attention anymore. Is this seriously that kind of scenario? 'She lost her memories, oh will she ever regain them', why on earth would she dream that?

Suddenly, she felt literal weight on her shoulders. The teenager boy's hands brought her to be all ears.

"-ody, listen to me. Trust me, okay?"

Their eyes met. His was brown in color, but dark enough to be considered black. It feels weird that she was paying attention to that.

"This is not a dream. I swear. This is not a dream."

Ah.

She looked to the side. Sure. She'll totally believe that.

The boy retreated his arms and crossed them.

"Mel, don't you dare not believe that," he said in a scolding tone.

Alright, then. Hold on, Mel? Is that her name?

"Yes, that's your name."

He nodded as he replied. Okay, cool.

...

Wait a second.

She abruptly turned right to where the boy was sitting, shocked at his response.

"Hey, hey, it's okay!"

He held up his hands, signalling surrender.

"I'm not a mind reader, okay? Calm down. I just figured you didn't know what your name was, and I've been calling you Mel for a while now. So, yeeaaahhh."

Admittedly, that was a big part of why she was shocked. But what she wanted to address was the name. That's not her name. Despite staying silent under the presence of this stranger, which is what seemed like common sense, she opted for him to know.

"Actually, it's-", she paused.

........

Haha oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-

She can't remember what her name is. All right! So she does have amnesia, and this isn't a dream after all?

"What is it?"

The other person seemed to have noticed her stressful thinking. Weirdly enough, this guy seems nice, friendly and.....familiar.

Why does he look familiar?

Maybe she should just go along with it. If this is a dream, she'll wake up soon enough. If it isn't, she just had to make sure she can trust this young man.

"I was just wondering," she started to say, which immediately urged her need of food and water, "if it's not too much to ask, can you prove that I can trust you?"

She then proceeded to mentally slap herself, because why the heck did she ask for her freaking security so politely as if she'll take no for an answer.

She forgot this person, so he could either be a friend or a foe. He stayed at her bedside and didn't look like he slept at all. When she first saw him, he looked like he was just crying. So maybe they're close enough for him to be this deeply concerned. This boy also feels familiar. That alone is enough to conclude that she definitely stumbled upon this person before. But can she trust her gut feeling that screams 'He's very trustworthy'?

She should've slept it off. This much thinking is tiring her out. But as much as she wanted to completely disintegrate from exhaustion, she had to wait for his reply.

The maybe-not-a-stranger looked like he was thinking, but he definitely knows what to say. Maybe there's so much to say that he doesn't know what to state first?

"You," he finally said, "..you think bracelets and necklaces give you bad luck so we got matching earrings, instead."

That was such a ridiculous piece of information she cannot recall, but somehow she knew he was right.

He parted the ash-brown hair covering his ears to reveal small silver earrings shaped like puzzle pieces. Small silver earrings that she recognized. A pair of puzzle pieces she knew would connect with another.

The other pair they'd join with would be rose-gold.

She reached for her ears feeling for whatever decorated them. She couldn't see what they look like, but they felt like small squares. Puzzle pieces. Her earrings.

Her face must have failed to contain how awestruck she is because the person beside her, who witnessed the whole thing going down, tried holding in his chuckles. He then asked a question as if he knew how she would react to it.

"Do you wanna try and piece them together?"

HECK YEAH, SHE DOES!

Instead of stating coherent words as a response, she looked at him excitedly. Her realizing what had to be done caused her to behave.

"I can't take my earrings off without a mirror though," she stated, sounding more downhearted than she intended.

"I can take them off for you," he volunteered, "o-only if it's fine with you, of course."

He turned away at that last bit. Strange. He looks kind of pink, now.

"I'd actually like to go home first."

...is what she should say.

She should go back to her family because....well, because. That doesn't really need justification, does it?

But eventually, the words that came out of her were, "I'd actually like to go see outside first," as if it would be a place she could never recognize.

"Ah, of course! Don't worry, we'll move to a...more suitable and comfortable place soon," he said as he guiltily scanned the room like a butler who failed to provide the needs of the long-lost princess. "I'll just check if it's safe to go out yet-"

Dings and annoying vibrations in his pocket interrupted him.

He hastily took his phone out to check whatever caused it to make such a fuss. From the extreme and ironically careful scrolling the boy is doing, she assumed he was reading an abundant number of messages sent to him at the same time. Or maybe he didn't read all of them because he returned the phone to his pocket with a gentle smile on his face, perhaps satisfied with atleast one of the texts he received?

Considering his smile as the sign, she got off the bed and fixed up her hair with the gray hairtie she had on her wrist. The other person in the room seemed to be surprised.

"Something wrong?"

He smiled softly. "It's nothing, really."

There's definitely something. But before she could say anything, he went for the doorknob and frantically gave an explanation she never expected.

"Okay. So this might be crazy, but don't freak out. There's definitely a lot of things that won't make any sense and beyond reality but I promise I'll explain everything."

Well, that's comforting.

He took the lead and turned the knob. "You ready?" he asked nervously.

She shrugged. How bad can it be?

Apparently, she could never even imagine how bad it is because as the door opened to unveil what kind of view it was blocking from her sight, she threw away every hope of maintaining her sanity.

She has henceforth concluded that she has lost it.

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[sunareii]

petrichor — rintarou s.

suna rintarou x fem!reader

sypnosis: suna was grown to hate everything within the castle or most likely everything else but when a simple commoner came into the picture.. well.. tags: royal au, TRAGICALLY RUSHED ENDING, fluff and a little angst sunareii is writing . . . this has been in my drafts for almost a month and decided to finish it despite hating it halfway but since it was already in 3k words i had too. i'll proofread this later, i'n tired and in need of shower

word count: 4.3k

suna was never fond of big parties or parties in general, there were countless of times where he told his parents, the king and queen, that there are no need to have some lavish gatherings for something so simple as his own birthday

the two majestys however couldn't fathom of how could their own son that they raised isn't accustomed to the events they hold yearly despite the fact they've been doing that before he was even born

well, maybe because they aren't the ones who practically raised him, the long-time servant of theirs took genuine care for him as a child and as a adolescent more then his parents could possibly give.

suna was never fond of big parties or parties in general, there were countless of times where he told his parents, the king and queen, that there are no need to have some lavish gatherings for something so simple as his own birthday

the two majestys however couldn't fathom of how could their own son that they raised isn't accustomed to the events they hold yearly despite the fact they've been doing that before he was even born

well, maybe because they aren't the ones who practically raised him, the long-time servant of theirs took genuine care for him as a child and as a adolescent more then his parents could possibly give.

he could only frown as he hears the heavy doors swung open from his upstairs bedroom, which was seven floors away from the ballroom where the celebration was being held. at that point he doesn't even desire to celebrate his date of birth if it were to be as mediocre as this. royal gatherings are always so extravagant, too extravagant yet so uninteresting and repetitive, why even waste the time and effort someone worked hard for?

suna rolled his eyes as he finally reached the ballroom and sat down on his own throne. the entire room was covered in gold decorations, chandeliers that only ever bright in a occasion such as this, the guests wore ravashing gowns and suits with silver rings as if they're the host(tess). a few rustles can be heard from the guests then the enormous door slam shut everyone became silent and the day begins but first a long unnecessary speech from the king.

'is the twenty foot tall entrance mandatory for every palace is there?'              he thought to himself

ting ting ting ting

his father who sat beside him created a noise, loud enough to get everybody's attention with the use of his steel fork and well-made glass just for him. suna grunted silently at him before the king stood up and spoke "welcome and thank you all for coming, we are incredibly delighted for you to be able to come at our only son or as you may know prince rintarou's seventeenth birthday"

suna could feel his father eyeing him in the side as if saying that he should have been the one to speak at that moment, but then why would he be taking responsibility when he didn't wanted this party to begin with

suna shifts his body on the seat uncomfortably as his father continues his fabricated discourse. no, suna was certainly not happy of them coming, how many times does he have to say it? the prince gawped at every side of the room to see many familiar faces, he could only deadpan repulsively—if that's even a thing—the guests looked far too chummy in spite of not even being in a deep relation with his family. suna wanted nothing but to run away from everything.

"yer look down in the dumps for your birthday" atsumu started to babble, his booming of a voice resonates moderately at the empty halls, the only hall that's completely clear, no noisy pigs or bodyguards whatsoever

"yeah, atleast you don't have to share your birthday with this idiot" osamu groused eating the pudding he unquestionably slipped with him, "hey! where did ya get that?" ginjima asked, suna wouldn't confess this to anyone but he particularly like time like these where he doesn't have to use any baffling mannerism along with some close acquaintances that couldn't care less of how he talks.

however unlike the three close acquaintances he doesn't have any brawny accents, suna sighs deeply before looking at them in the eye, "isn't it obvious, the parties get boring overtime, not like it was already boring to begin with" he explains

"and the champagnes got old too, don't they have anything else to drink?" ginjima questions "what's a champagne?" atsumu bewildered "i like parties, one of the only times i get 'ter eat delicious food" "yeah, cause ma puts ya in a healthy diet especially when you started sneaking in some baked goodies from a commoners bakery" osamus twin said who got sunas senses and attention all to atsumu, unbeknownst to him.

"how'd ya find a way to get out, we literally share the same room"

"ever found out yer a deep sleeper?"

"so ya ran away at night then!"

"i wouldn't say 'ran away'"

"the bakery is open even after hours? "

"nah, i made a deal with the baker, he's a good man i'm tellin' ya"

"do you have a royal guard with ya? ya could have been killed not that i would care but— "

"unlike you 'tsumu i am an independent prince, thank you very much!" "and yer exchange his food for what?"

"golds, hundred of them if you have to ask"

"like ma and pa would let ya have that much"

"who said they let me have 'em in the first place?"

"... you didn't!"

"i did!"

"i'm disappointed osamu, thought yer were the better twin" ginjima shakes his head in dissatisfaction.

"see, 'samu? you're a disappointment, snitching in some riches from ma when you possibly know better! just wait 'till aran and even kita hears about this!"

"what'r ya? a tattletale little brat!?"

"let's go back there so i could tell ma ya've been stealin and get yer ass grounded!"

"wait-!" suna cuts in as the blond twin stood with his left foot forward ready to disclose information and see his brothers downfall.

"what is it suna?"

"... you look stupid today" suna says before walking away, leaving atsumu rather astonished in a way. "told ya green tunic doesn't suit ya"

"the least you could do is give lady shiozaki a bit of courtesy" his father taunts at him, pointing at him as if accusing him of something vile, take osamus thieving for example. suna knows that by courtesy he meant kiss the top of her hand, his face grimace at that as his father puts his finger down looking at him with a offended look,

'it's my birthday, if anything they could kiss my— '

"rintarou!" his father shouted in rage, even the platters and cups on the table that laid so still tottered from the kings petty action

"you— you ungrateful child!"

"what did i do?" suna questions, his face stays in a blase even when the royal whatever is about to erupt like a volcano after years in the waiting line

"rintarou, my dear.." the mother finally has spoken through all the sore talk of a father and his son. "you're way too nonchalant but heedless" she says softly like a woman singing a lullaby to her baby, but suna is no baby

to make long story short, the father could only threw a fit as he watched his son, nod at his complaints with an expected apathetic look that irked the king of a guy even more than before, provoked he sends suna to go to his room and lock him there 'till he learns his lessons 'cause you know, parenting 101 logic and stuff.

they wouldn't know but suna is peeved at all completeness and abundance of insignificant orders, sweet cakes that now tastes like stale bread and bogus geniality that even he, had done formerly to many suna would have fought him if he wanted too but he just couldn't bring himself to do it because of hallow reasons

but that didn't matter, he watches from outside as he sees his father soothes himself whilst with his wife brush his hand, trying to cool him down most likely. yes, instead of being in his bedroom he's out there off the foot of the castle grounds. unfortunately for him though, he didn't had the chance to grab any lantern's or candles for him to use as the sun plummet and the blue moon had took a rise.

'now what' he says to himself, there were barely even stars to guide him his way tonight but only the dusky moon ray could help him. he figured it's enough to accompany him for the night since he didn't have any sort of options. he walks forward to southeast with the knowledge that it has the nearest town he could go to before sunrise, atleast he hopes so.

he trails down the bulky grounds of the forest, allowing the eerie sounds of calm or danger to surround him. now's the only time that he begun to contemplate what will he do once he gets to his destination, start a new life maybe or go back after.

'no, i'm sure father eh.. knights will come fetch me soon after they realize i was gone, sadly.. '

the dark element of the skies covered the rain to watch for, thus suna's taken by surprise, the forest surely didn't have any hut or any of the kind, so he lets the droplets patter around him, from his hair down to his chest the raindrop go.

he sits down by the old tree that slope downward, he exhales deeply from frustration, 'i couldn't even go as far as this, the guards probably notice my absence by now and—’  his thoughts were cut off short by a flicker of light coming from behind him.

"there it is! i knew you'd be here!" then came a voice, a figure in the distance not too further away from him moves around in the trees that seems to almost close at them.

"is someone there?" the feminine voice say, the voice sounded silvery-like perhaps fluttery is a better word for it. the girl pulls out her lantern to suna's spot where he sits, the rain grew cold and strong as minutes passes, wind brushed off their exposed skin fiercely. "why are you here all alone, it's dangerous here of all places!" she shouted as she runs towards him not letting the frightening storm throw her body down. "are you okay?" before he could even answer, a tree not that far infront of them went down,falling onto the grass, without letting him answer, she immediately grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him out of the woodland where all sorts of danger could occur

he wakes up with shivering bones, his blanket or what seemed just a rug to him gave him little heat from the cold he was exposed in. "are you awake?" a voice asked in worry, his eyes fixated at the woman infront of him wearing simple dress, length just below her knee along with a stained white apron holding a small basin

'is there two of her?'

he thought as the sight of her doubles suna attempts to stand up but the heat burns his skin all around his body. "you shouldn't stand up yet!" she exclaimed, rushing towards his side, setting the basin to the ground, dipping a piece of cloth before placing it ontop forehead, "you shuld rest then —" her words couldn't be heard anymore as suna could only faint.

subsequently, the fog that enveloped in his head has eased, he's fever isn't gone but he surely gotten better by just a few hours and yet the rain hasn't ceased

"What.. where?" he murmurs rewinding everything that happened the night before. suna finds himself in a strangers house, the living room is combined with the kitchen, no doors or walls to separate both rooms. the living room doesn't have a big fireplace where he used to keep himself warm in during the cold season, there is nothing much to be seen in the kitchen just a few plates and condiments and then a table with a flower vase ontop right by it, suna assumed that that is already the dining area.

he's at the couch with the blanket and wet cloth draped over him, the bowl of water is still beside the him, suna manages to move his arms to take care of himself. just then the door infront of him swings open revealing the same person he saw before, her tangled hair in loose braids that's pinned behind her head, a bit of her hair sticking out of every direction. regardless of her poor housing and clothing suna thought she was pure and alluring

"hi" she greeted rather bashfully

"hello" suna said back with a blank expression

"are you feeling better?" she inquires as she puts the basket she was holding down on the table "better thanks to you" he answers earnestly, she smiles "dont mention it"

"you must be hungry" she says, a bit like a whisper, she starts grabbing the pan and eggs from the basket, getting the stove ready. "no, no. you've done enough, i'm not really that hungry" he claims intensely, but the sound of his stomach grumbling contradicts what he had just said.

she giggles silently before continuing  what she was just doing. the sound of sizzling and occasional water splash engulfs the room, suna proceeds to treat himself 'till when she have finished

"say.. what were you doing out there in the wilds, all alone in the night?"she inquires hesitantly as plates clatter around the kitchen "did you run away?" she asks more

"sort of.."

"here" she says handing him his plate with eggs, bread and pieces of grapes, 'that's a weird match of food' he thoughts but chose to not question it as she already helped him enough already and also because he doesn't have much choice

suna could feel her eyes analyzing him up and down while he eats, growing uncomfortable he stares back

"sorry, i haven't catched your name yet"

"oh.. its..  su..--hibiki.. katsuo"he answers the last minute, he knows that his palace is pretty popular in quite a few places and knowing from some prior experience the person infront of him could give him a threat for money or sell him for ransom which is very unlikely.

his white lie didn't go through and naturally she knew he was lying even so she played along just because.

"i'm y/n l/n, feel free to call me whatever hibiki"

the smile she sent him tug a string to his heart, feeling sheepish with the tense atmosphere around him, they shortly finished their meal.

"y/n, what were you doing there in the middle of the night?" suna asks, the rain slowly winding away as she opens the window from the kitchen side and suna does the other.

"hmm, i lost my house key"

"why would it be in the forest of all places?"

"well, i do pick fruits and berries from trees and such for a living, sometimes i help carry lumber from tree cutters" she explains, tiny droplets of water falling leisurely from her house roof, the rain had passed but on the flip side the clouds are still dyed grey

y/n inhales lively, taking in the good fresh air after the rain. "don't you just love the smell the rain leaves behind?" she asks avidly, suna doesn't know what to say and opted to stay quiet and whiffs the scent y/n was talking about

"do you plan to come back yet, hibiki?"

"uh, no, not really"

"great!" she beams with a smile before walking towards the front door and opening it for him. "you still haven't changed your... quite fancy attire from last night" her words trails down inaudibly as she looks up and down at suna's choice of clothing which was the same dress robe he wore from his birthday partyas

they step foot out of the house, the village is already packed with people. girls chatting, kids playing and men working. the place is productive and conscientious something that his palace guards lack, his bodyguards were anything but a bunch of old drunkards once they have their break and though they are some younger ones just a few years older than him that works as a protector but there's rarely any of them

"hey! daisy, who's that little fella with you?" a elderly man said as they reached a small bakery with great goods. "goro this is hibiki, hibiki this is goro, he owns the bakery shop and has the best one around here" she explains, "well, the others are certainly not all bad" suna has never heard of such a heavy accent before,

'and i thought the twins dialect was the worst'

"so what brings you here today?" goro asked with a deep voice, "he's kinda lost and doesn't have a spare clothes, i was wondering if we could borrow some"

"well of course! happy to lend some help for the new guy, my son has a loads of clothes to spare for a life time!" the mans voice was defeaning to say the least, "haruto can-!" as if his son had already heard him a small pile of clothes is thrown at the stairs that is built just at the side of their house

"here ya go! you can go change at the back room" goro says then another voice chimed in the conversation

"what's the occasion? wearing glamourous outfit in a place like this?" the son sneered as he stood at a narrow terrace attached to the wooden stairs. he looks down at mockingly mocking him for his appearance

"don't let him blow yer gasket" goro says reassuringly while patting his shoulder

"thanks" he deadpans but with a little more emotion than he used to display with his father.

afterwards, y/n gave him a little tour around places, he used to see this small town from his library window pane but diving inside upclose feels alot bigger than he anticipated. saying suna had fun would be an understatement, he feels something larger than just joy.

safety, vulnerability and mostly freedom. he wasn't necessarily held captive inside the castle like the backstory of every damsel in distress, the tables may have turned in this story, the prince who was trained with a sword have been the helpless damsel during the thunderous night whilst dearest y/n being his knight in just a dirty old dress. but what was he gonna do with his sword skills at the stormy evening? battle zeus?

needless to say he doesn't even have his mighty sword with him, how naive.

"when do you plan to go back?" y/n questions randomly at their peaceful stroll back to her residence, "i'm not too sure" he answers back hoping to change the subject.

"your parents are bound to notice your absence being the prince and all" she enunciated casually, suna stops in his tracks

"you.. knew?" he croaked

"from your princely outfit and the place i found you, i stick two and two together"

his mouth curved down in exasperation, his fist clench tightly, his nails almost digging his palms

"your royal highness, i request nothing of you than you might think, to be quite frank i didn't knew how to approach you first-"

"it's okay.. i'm not mad" he soothes with the softet voice he could master, the tight grip of his hands decreased and he exhales slowly to calm himself down

"i mean after today, i never assumed you were the type" and he partially knew his dishonesty was noticeable with just how he stood but he left that part out 'cause he couldn't handle the shame he felt

"are you going back though?" she fretted with a begging tone as if she doesn't want him to go

"do you want me to?" he teased

"no! i mean if you really need too"

"is it okay for me to stay at yours for a little while?"

"of course! you're welcome at my place anytime!" she immediately answered cheerfully

"it just feels nice to have some company again" she mumbles discreetly but suna heard it loud an clear.

and he did stay, longer than he should've, it's like he left his royal crown behind his bedroom and also like his parents have forgotten about him, he learned and loved many knew things such as wood cutting and though he doesn't have much experience but he's working on it

suna had insisted to work for y/n seeing as she was letting him sleep in her house unpaid. he surprisingly have very strong stamina. for most of the week, suna made sure to pay her back for her kindness and hospitality every single day regardless of her resistance

he felt butterflies in his stomach as he recollects the warmth he felt when she suggested him to sleep in the same bed as her and though at first he thought nothing much of it except the berth had little no space between them and he could feel her soft breathing beneath his skin, he possibly spent half the night admiring her face as disturbing as it sounds

oh, and the splinter he had by some means on his first try of using an axe, y/n was there for his aid although it was just a splinter he was bleeding alot. suna had enjoyable memories there and most of it was literally every interaction he has with herhe loves everything about her from her kindess to her boldness even

but of course, suna knew he would be found anytime by now

it was a nice morning whereas suna was alone in the house when suddenly the door bursted open harshly breaking it,

"your royal highness, we have finally located you, the king and queen are worried sick!" the knight explained, "you must return home immediately" he said grabbing into his wrist while suna resisted, "i dont want to!" suna keeps saying but to no avail, the guard buckled him up on the horse between two other guards

this knight was extreme loyal to his father and he follows his commands more than anyone else, suna would admit his father treated him more as a son and loved him more than him but he didn't wanted to leave just yet without seeing her for the last time knowing that he'll most likely forever be locked in the castleand despite suna having to take his fathers place sooner, the knight somehow had power over him.

"let's go back on the road, hiyah!"                                                                    the lead went up into the air before smacking onto his white horse, the animal hurriedly went west eith just one slap of the rope, suna looked back at the city behind him, many people crowded to watch the prince leave their home waving at him merrily presumbly knowing he was royalty all along

suna did wanted to see y/n for the final time however seeing her beside the audiences watching his leave was indescribable, he couldn't tell what she was feeling from the distance he was in but he certainly felt isolated again and so were she. the continuous sound of a horses hoof racing towards sounded annoying to him and he wanted nothing more but to dismount it

when he finally came home he was only greeted by his mother and a few other maid and butlers to welcome him back. of course, what did he expect from his father. suna went straight to his room without a word, his mind stuck to the question of how was she doing and how did the guards found out where he was, she couldn't have told them.. right?

that night is certainly eventful, when suna walks down the corridor to get a little fresh air only to receive a heavy news once he hears his fathers voice from the dining hall talking to his soldiers and it seems to him the king will send them for battle between another kingdom"but his majesty, the king you are aware that we'll also ambush a town with no involvement into this matter”

"they don't matter having to govern an extra land is even better, the decision has been decided the night before, you'll leave within the next minutes and go straight forward to invade the southeast!" he yells, his plan is rather reckless and is relying to brute strength. knowing his father, suna didn't say anything and hides back to his room

thunder strikes loudly ringing his ear as he tries to cautiously open the stable, he could feel the rain slowly dropping one by one by the second, grabbing his horse before he disappears away from the castle.

sad to say, the fighters on both sides have beaten him to it. even with the rainwater going down suna could still make out a bit of smoke from the town

he grips the lead tightly, it's almost unrecognizable, everything was demolished, burned down and he hopes to atleast see someone alive other than the soldiers who was ordered to fight

"y/n!" he screams piercingly and as if on cue lightning struck feets away from him, almost blinding him. instantly making a beeline to her house that was also gone and burned to ashes

suna dismounts his horse and started yelling like he'd lose his voice by tomorrow while also picking up the wooden pieces of the house

"y/n! goro! haruto!"

rather than the sound of thunderbolt like earlier he heard a gunshot that scares off his great horse away to the darkness

"wait-"

in his mind, he knew he was done for when he hears the rapid footsteps towards his direction, then it stops as the person halted catching their breaths but suna couldn't hear them stopping from the heavy rain that's almost drowning his ears. he takes a step back to turn around and face them only to see the face he loves so much

he may have did lost his voice and could only run towards her, their lips touching each other then and there and the place around them is not the most beautiful place to get your first kiss but when the two finally gets who they truly needed nothing else matters

#haikyuu suna rintarou #suna rintaro #rintarou suna #suna rintarou angst #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou imagine #Suna Rintarou #haikyuucreations #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu reader insert

[neoneversleeps]

night shift | l.tn

pairing: underground boxer!ten x nurse!reader 

genre: fluff, slightly suggestive humor, (teensy tiny splash of angst if you squint)

warnings: mentions of blood

description: 

Sometimes you think Ten only started dating you because you’re a nurse. 

words: 2.6k

notes: i’ve had this idea in the back of my mind for a while but @chittapornswife ‘s love for Ten compelled me to write this at like 2am last night (or this morning??) anyways, T, you inspired me and this is dedicated to you. (ily <3)

The clock ticks closer to the 4am mark as you wait on your colleague to relieve you of your twelve hour shift at the hospital. The halls are relatively quiet except for the occasional shuffling of feet or hushed whispers between passing doctors. You sift through some paperwork at the front desk, looking to get some last-minute work done before you have to leave. 

“Happy to go home?” Kiana, your coworker who works at the front desk, asks you as she sits down with one steaming coffee in her left hand and another cup extended towards you in her right. Your gaze flicks from the coffee to her kind face for a second and you thank her before accepting the warm beverage into your freezing hands. Your fingertips welcome the scorching heat of the liquid. For some reason, your hands were always ice cold when you spent time at the hospital.  

“Yeah, I am.” You give a small smile as you return to looking over a patient’s filled out form. “Have anyone waiting for you?” Kiana questions, a smile on her face and a curious lilt to her tone. You chuckle breathily. “Yeah, actually, my boyfriend.” You watch as Kiana takes a sip from her coffee, her hands curling around the cup as she hums in acknowledgement. “He’s still up at this time?”

“Probably, yeah.” You can picture Ten in your mind as he sits on your couch in the living room, lip split and skin decorated in bruises, but a smile on his face all the same. You hope he’s there when you get home, you hate it when he’s not. Because no matter how many times he reassures you, when you open the door to an empty couch, you always assume the worst. “Does he also work a night shift somewhere? Or why does he stay up so late?” 

Kiana’s questions pull you back to reality, and you release your lower lip from being worried between your teeth. “Yeah, something like that” You laugh a little nervously. Kiana raises a brow at you, but doesn’t push any further. You take a sip of your coffee, the dark liquid trickling through your mouth and down your throat, leaving a bitter taste in its path. It wasn’t exactly easy to talk about Ten’s “profession”, if you could even call it that. A couple of times a week, he would make his way over to a club in downtown Seoul. Instead of heading to the people packed dancefloors, he would take the stairs down to the basement floor of the building, where the nightly boxing matches took place. Needless to say, they were illegal. 

Despite his smaller statue and lean figure, Ten was known to be a safe bet against nearly all the opponents he faced. The fact that he had a background in contemporary dance made him much more flexible and have faster reflexes than other boxers. Whereas most of the men that entered the ring valued strength, Ten valued his sharp senses and fast paced mind. He caught onto his opponents moves almost before they could execute them, and quickly found a way to dodge or counteract them. Which didn't mean that he ended up unharmed, of course. 

Once. Only once you had accompanied him to one of his fights, still in the relatively early stages of your relationship. You shudder at the memory, the smell of blood and sweat, the sound of flesh hitting flesh and the flickering light of the meek lightbulb that hung above the ring still all too vivid in your mind. 

A tap on your shoulder causes you to swivel around in your chair. Your colleague smiles down at you, ready to trade places with you to begin her shift. You smile back and bid goodbye to Kiana as you start heading out into the streets of the city. The fall weather brings with it a cold wind as you step into the night. Despite the ungodly hour, the city still buzzes with activity. Skyscrapers decorate the vast expanse of the night sky with their varying blotches of light, making up for the lack of stars in the firmament. 

You wrap your arms tightly around yourself to keep out the cold as you make your way down to the nearest bus station. The bus arrives just as you get there, door opening with a sound that could only be described as the mixture between a hiss and a screech. You step onto the vehicle, moving to sit somewhere near the back. The bus is basically deserted at this hour and you pull out your headphones from your jacket pocket to plug into your phone. You place the buds in your ear and hit play. 

The calming rhythm of Jonas blues’ Fast cars relaxes you as you lean against the cold glass of the window. Tiny droplets of water from the earlier rain travel down the glass slowly, blurring the colours of traffic. You sigh as you close your eyes. The weight of having three consecutive twelve-hour-shifts weighs down on you and the aching of your muscles and joints becomes very apparent. You open your eyes and stifle a yawn, stretching your sore limbs in the hope of relieving some of the pent-up pressure. 

The fifteen minute drive is over before you know it, and you thank the bus driver as you get out at your stop. You walk up to your apartment complex, stifling another yawn as your feet direct you towards the main entrance. As you trudge into the small lobby, you glance at the elevator. The words “Out of Order” are still sprawled into a sign that's taped to the front, just as it had been when you left the day before. 

You groan as you take up the stairs to the fifth floor, your feet protesting in pain with each step you took. It feels like an eternity until you finally reach the door to your apartment. Reaching into your bag, you fumble around before your hand wraps around your keys. 

Your various keyrings jostle together as you turn the key, hearing the lock click as you enter the narrow hall that leads to the living room of your apartment. You lock the door behind you and place the keys back inside your bag before hanging it on the coat rack that stands on your left. 

In the few steps it takes for you to reach the living room, your heart beats just a bit faster than it was before. You were always nervous coming back home, terrified to find the familiar couch empty. 

As soon as you see the back of Ten’s head you breathe out a sigh of relief, making the man himself turn around to face you. “Baby! You’re home!” His voice is happy and a smile plays on his face, but all you can focus on is the deep gash above his left eyebrow. He gets up from the couch and rounds it’s corner to come greet you. 

He leans in for a kiss but you stop him, frown on your face. “That needs to be disinfected.” You state matter of factly as you inspect the cut in closer proximity. “Yeah, I know.” Ten says as he playfully rolls his eyes. “But can I atleast get a kiss first?” The frown stays etched on your face and you shake your head no. “Bathroom, now” 

Ten obliges, albeit begrudgingly and makes his way over to your shared bathroom. You take off your shoes and jacket before following him. Ten is already sitting on the counter, his pink lips in a slight pout. Ignoring his expression,  you rummage through the drawer under the sink. You pull out a first aid kit and a washcloth you keep reserved for times like these and get to work. 

A wince leaves Ten’s mouth as you press a cotton ball doused in disinfectant to his cut. Your eyebrows are drawn together harshly in concentration. “Can you relax your face? My forehead hurts just from looking at you.” You give him a pointed glare and intentionally push the cotton ball into his wound with a little more pressure. “Ow! Hey!” Ten exclaims in protest but you just shoot him another glare, pulling out a butterfly bandage and placing it over the cut. “Ok, maybe I deserved that.” He chuckles as his hand comes up to run through his black tresses. You clean the few trails of dried blood off his face with the dampened cloth and then move to step back.

“Ok. I’m done.” Ten hops down off the counter and a strong wince escapes him as he does so. Alarmed, your eyes search his body for any sign of further injuries. There's no blood visible, at least, but you don't fail to notice how one of his arms is protectively glued to the his torso on the right. Moving the arm away despite Ten’s flurry of objections, you pull up his shirt to reveal a patch of greens and blues painting the skin near his ribs. Your first worry is that his ribs are broken so you press your hand to the area, careful to put pressure on only a certain spot in case they were actually fractured. “Does this hurt?” You ask as you glance up to see Ten’s reaction. “A bit, yeah.” 

You feel around the area, but his ribs seem fine, the bruising only affecting the skin above them. All damage looked to be just on the outside. You breathe another sigh of relief as you meet eyes with your boyfriend. There’s a sheepish smile on his face. “Did you know your hands are cold as fuck?” You roll your eyes at him. “You ask that everytime I’m done fixing you up, Ten. I think you know the answer by now.”

He takes ahold of your hands and presses his own over them, rubbing slightly and blowing warm air into them to try and up their temperature eve just a little. You close your eyes at the comforting feeling, all the tiredness that had been washed away at the sight of Ten suddenly seeping back into your bones. A small silence surrounds you two for a while.

“Now can I kiss you?” There’s a light laugh that bubbles out of your throat despite your previous anger and your eyes flutter open. You lean up slightly to capture his lips with yours and his fingers come up to cup your cheeks as he smiles into the kiss. You’re always too tired to stay mad at him, and besides, you had given up on the futile arguments you once had over Ten’s nightly activities long ago.

You pull away with a shake of your head. “You’re lucky I love you. Because if I didn't, i would definitely not put up with this shit.” Ten laughs and together you slip out of the dimly lit bathroom, first aid kit laying forgotten next to the sink. 

Your chin rests on top of your hands, your tired eyes following Ten’s figure as he flits around the kitchen, determined to prepare you a salad since “it’s not good to go to bed on an empty stomach”. You’re amazed at the energy with which he moves, it seems as though despite how much he would work or how little he would sleep, a certain spark of energy never left his body.

He recounts tales of his day at the volunteer center as he starts chopping up the vegetables. Ten did in fact, have a day job. His work at the volunteer center entailed anything from volunteering at animal clinics down to nursing homes. Your boyfriend loved what he did, yes, but it didn't exactly pay the bills. And as a nurse, you don't exactly have very deep pockets either. Hence, the fights. 

In some way, ten had also grown attached to the world of underground matches after so many years of being wrapped up inside it. He had been boxing long before you had met him. It was crazy to think but, some of the guys who worked there had become Ten’s friends, or more like extended family over the years. You had met most of them, and they were all nice, definitely not people you’d expect to meddle in that kind of business.

Then again, anyone who met Ten wouldn't ever come to think that he fought underground boxing matches for a living. 

The bowl of salad clattering down before you lifts your droopy eyelids with a jolt. “Eat your salad, and then it’s off to bed, ok?” You nod slowly, taking the fork Ten hands you and starting to eat. Ten moves around the counter to stand behind you as you sit on the bar stool. His hands come up to massage at your shoulders. You can't help but let out a moan at how great it feels to have some sort of relief to the tension in your muscles. “Whoa there. Are we gonna have to take this to the bedroom?”

You swat at his hand lightly. “Too tired.” You whine, voice slightly muffled by the chunk of salad in your mouth. “ I just wanna use the bed for sleeping.” Ten lets out a chuckle and plants a gentle kiss to the side of your neck. “ I know.”

After your bowl is cleaned out, the two of you get ready for bed. Ten lets you use the bathroom first. Your body's dangerously low energy level makes it hard to not fall asleep right there in the shower, but you brave through it. You rinse the rest of your toothpaste out of your mouth before stepping into your bedroom, already clothed in your cozy pyjamas. Ten presses a quick kiss to your forehead in passing as he heads to get ready himself. 

You flop onto the bed and wriggle around to get under the covers, sighing in content once you embrace the comfort of your sheets. The dark curtains of your room are drawn closed to keep out the rays of the sun that is surely about to rise, and you find yourself grateful for the darkness that surrounds you like a blanket.

You've nearly drifted off to sleep as you feel the bed dip ever so slightly behind you, your boyfriend clearly trying not to disturb you. Out of sheer habit, you turn around and wrap one arm around his waist, while settling your head on his chest, resting just above his heartbeat. You're ready to drift off into sleep, but an odd thought that’s been swimming around in your head for pops up in your mind before you do.

"You know, sometimes I think you just started dating me because I'm a nurse." 

Your voice comes out in a sleepy mumble and you think it takes a while for Ten to truly figure out what you had said. He snickers lightly once he does. "What, so that you could properly patch me up after my fights?" 

Eyes closed, you nod against his chest.The vibrations of his laugh run through you. "Anyone can patch up a few bruises and cuts, you don't need a medical degree for that. I started dating you because I liked you." 

Mind hazy as you slip in and out of consciousness, you only manage a hum in response. 

"And do you still like me now?" 

"I don't like you, silly. I love you." 

You smile to yourself at that and snuggle further into your boyfriend's side as his arm comes to wrap firmly around your waist. 

"I love you too."

The city outside your windows awakes to a new day as you lie in Ten's arms, the force of sleep finally leading you into your own little world of dreams. 

#neowritingsnet #nctechnet #cznnet #nct #nct ten #wayv #wayv ten #nct x reader #wayv x reader #ten x reader #ten fluff #nct ten fluff #wayv ten fluff #nct u #nct 2018 #x reader #ten scenario

[fortheloveofkuroo]

Open sky [pt. 2]

A/n: i'm so happy that the first part of "Open sky"'s are getting a lot of good response! Thank you you all! Here's the second part, enjoy!

Bakugou Katsuki × F!Reader

!!WARNING!!: Swearing & Fighting

Part 1

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A gentle ray of sunshine slowly fill your room. Making it cozy and warm.

You stretched your arms and sit yourself up. Trying to wake yourself up, you slap your cheek with both of your palms.

"Wake up (Y/N). Today's important day!" you said to yourself while you move away from your comfy lavender bed.

Even your eyes are still half closed but you force yourself to get up.

Making your way slowly to the bathroom.

Soon after the cold refreshing water hits your bare skin, your eyes are completely open.

You walk out and grab some clothes that you already pick last night.

Your eyes move towards the hanging calender, today's date, April 23rd is circled with a red marker.

There's a little words scribbled there.

"Date with Bakugou!"

You flash a smile, your mind wander around from 3 days ago.

---

You rush towards 1-A class with a present in your hand.

Today is 20th April. It's a special day. Why?

"YOO HAPPY BIRTHDAY BROO!" before you knock on the door, you heard a shout followed with claps and whistle.

"Happy birthday kacchan! Here's a present for you!"

"Damnit shitty hair. No need to fuckin scream like that. Also you damn nerd, tch why the fuck do you even bother?"

A smile grew on your lips "Ah.. So his classmate remember, glad to hear that." you think inside your mind.

You pull your hand to yourself. You're not really good with new people and new environment, so you decided to wait or maybe you should leave and wait for the right time to give the present you prepared weeks ago.

"Wait! Let me get something! Bakugou and the rest wait here while we-" before you leave the doors suddenly open wide and two boys, one with blonde hair and the other with red spiky hair find you infront of the door with a present in your hand.

"Um.. Who are you?" the blonde boy tilt his head, his face filled with confusion while the spiky red boy smile widely.

"She must be Bakubro's friend! Look she got a present!" he point a box that wrapped with bright orange wrapping paper decorated with an army green ribbon.

"Ooh~ Hey! Bakugou! Someone's here for you!" shout the blonde boy.

Bakugou, who's now surrounded with his classmates can't hear a thing. But his sharp ruby eyes notices someone over the door.

"Anyway, we both need to get something. Just come in!" said the spiky red haired boy opening the door for you.

"A-Ah.. Thanks?" you answered, looking at those two silly boys who's running trough the corridor till they completely gone.

Looking at the class room, you hesitately look inside and.. Bakugou is gone.

"Wait what.." you scanned the entire class room once again, looking for a ash blonde guy with an angry face

"Looking for me, dumbass?" a voice behind you making you jump. You turn your head immediately and sigh.

"Don't surprise me like that stupid. And no i am not looking for you." he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms on his chest.

"So, why are you here then? And what's that box behind your back? Is it for me?" he asked while smirking.

You sighed then smile wryly. "Of course you fool. Happy birthday." you said with a wide grin. Handing over the present to him

"I prepared this for a week, kay? You better keep it." you warned before Bakugou hand accept it.

"Yeah yeah whatever, what did you get me anyways?" he take the present and shake it.

"Just open it!"

unexpectedly, instead of opening the present, he shoved the present back to your hand.

"I can't accept this." his voice is calm and collected. But it strikes your chest

"W-What? Why?" he got you confused and curious. Again.

"Why? I don't know. I just can't. Well i can accept your gift with one condition." Bakugou's shoulder shrug.

"What?! I prepared this for a week! You better accept it you stupid! Or-" your hand grab his collar, but before you can bring him close, his hand is already on your waist and it brings you closer to him.

"Or what? You gonna punch me again like last time? I don't think so dumbass." he smirked. His lips is right beside your ear.

"Meet me at the park infront of school's building at 12. Bring your present too." he whispered. Blowing hot air to your right ear.

"Whooo~ Look's who's finally get laid~" a voice surprises both of you. You pushed his body away and you can feel your cheeks heating up.

"Shut the fuck up dunce face. I'm gonna fucking kill you!" snap Bakugou.

You're too late to respond, your face is too red to react to the blonde boy's words

"Also don't be late or i'll kill you." he muttered while walking inside the class.

"Is this.. A date?"

---

You quickly put on your shoes and snatch your bag. Quickly running outside.

You check the time. 11:39. You still got time. Bakugou is the kind of guy who appreciate time and he's always come 15 minutes early on any occasion. So you have to be on time.

As expected, you saw Bakugou, already waiting on the park. It's rather strange finding him without his unform but with casual clothes this time. You never saw him with casual clothes.

He wear his usual black t-shirt combined with maroon varsity and ripped jeans. His eyes is attached to his phone.

"Nice outfit." you compliment. You walk a little closer to him and smiled.

"Took you long enough." he put away his phone and stands up.

"Bakugou, it's not even 12 yet." Bakugou only rolled his eyes and walks away.

"Hey wait up!" you chased after him, trying to walk beside him and keep your face steady. This boy sure walk fast.

"Come on, i don't have a whole damn day." he said while checking on his phone again.

"Where are we going anyway?" you asked. But Bakugou just keep walking, not answering.

"You'll see dumbass. So shut your fuckin mouth and walk faster." his legs quickly walk faster and you immediately left behind.

"H-Hey! Geez, why are we running now?!" you shout to him, trying to chase this ash blonde boy who's now already far away.

Eventually, you catch up with him. Bakugou stopped at a building with a lot of people around.

"...A restaurant?" you asked him.

He pointed a poster that shows some kind of event.

"Come and get free limited edition All Might Plushies by finishing the Deadly Spice Curry Challenge!

Just by eating 3 big portion of our famous special deadly spice curry in 30 minutes!

If you managed to finish in 30 minutes, you'll get 50% discount of the original price, dozens coupon of discount for eating here, and of course the limited edition All Might Plushie!

*events only available from 21st April - 23rd April 3 P.M"

"I want to try that." said Bakugou innocently.

And you couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Stop laughing dumbass! What's so fuckin funny, hah?!" he raged, a slight blush tinted his cheek.

"Oh my, Bakugou.. Sure sure, let's go!" you pull him inside and sits.

After ordering the meal, you're a little concern. The people who tried to finish the challenge ended up with burnt throat or even puking.

"Is this curry really that spicy..?" you asked.

"I don't know. But i want to try and we will win that All might plushie." Bakugou sips on his water.

Hold up. Did he just say We?

"How about we compete and see who eat their curry faster? First who won win the plushies!" you suggest.

Bakugou loves challenge and competition. His will is absolute. If he want to win, he will win.

He smirked and crack his knuckles.

"Sure dumbass, we'll see who win."

"3 big portion of Deadly Spice Curry coming up!" the waitress place 3 big plates of red curry, topped with chicken katsu. Under the curry there's a bed of warm white rice.

The smell is so spicy it makes your eyes teary.

"Ugh the smell is already so spicy i don't know if i can-" "What is that?" you look up at Bakugou who's now already finishing half of his portion.

He show no sign of sweating, or anything. He just eat it like a normal curry.

"So you can't eat spicy, huh? Too bad. I guess i win then." he scoop a big portion of curry and eat it like nothing.

"Oh come on, it won't be too bad right? You can handle spicy food. Remember that spicy mapo tofu with 100 chili you ate few years ago. This curry is nothing (Y/N)" you think.

You take a scoop of the curry and eat it. Once you gulp it down, your throat suddenly in fire. The burning sensation making you sweat constantly.

Bakugou's already making his way to the second portion when he notice that your face is as red as tomato.

"My fucking god, you alright?" he asked handing you a glass of cold milk that you gulp in one sip.

"I-I'm.. I'm t-totally.. Fine!" you pant, you can feel your throat is still burning, your nose is runny and your eyes are still teary.

"You don't have to finish that-"

"I can eat this! I won't lose to you stupid!" you yell as you scoop the curry and stuffed it in your mouth as many as you can. Trying to endure the burning sensation.

Bakugou, who's now finish with his curry watching you struggling to eat your portion. He couldn't help but giggle a bit.

Your face is already so red and your lips are swollen red.

Right at you 10th scoop, you put down your spoon. Your curry's not even half finish yet.

Without warning, Bakugou snatched your plate and finished it off. Leaving you gasping with air.

"Oi we're done over here." he calls for the waitress and damn right, he win the challenge.

You, who's now still suffering with your burning throat can't help but keep drinking the milk.

"Tch, thought you're supposed fucking to win. You challenge me after all." Bakugou mocked you. He held an All Might plushies between his arm.

"S-Sorry.. It's too.. Hot." you reply. Not even dare to look at his eyes.

"Don't fuckin apologized dumbass. Also don't push yourself. I don't want you to pass out and ended up carrying your ass all the way back to the dorm. So yeah." he said, helping you stand.

"Well.. Oof.. Atleast let me pay-" "Nope. I'm payin'."

"What?! No! I am paying! I can't help finish the curry at all!"

"Fuck no. I ate all the curry, so i'm the one who's gonna pay. You just calm your ass over there, kay?" Bakugou shoves the All might plushies to your face and leave with his wallet.

"BAKUGOU!" too bad he's already at the cashier, and not too long he's back with a receipt on his hand.

"It's not too expensive, after all we got a discount." he said with a shrug on his shoulder and then dragging you, leaving the restaurant.

"Um.. Thanks. Here's your plushy." you hand the plushy to him but he refuse.

"It's for you." he threw his hand behind his head and walk slowly.

"Eh? What? But i lose! The one who win got to keep the plushy, right?!" your words cutted off with a single stare of his ruby eyes.

"Yeah? And? I win, i got the plushy. And i decided to gave it to you." he explained.

You can feel your heart racing and your face heating up again. Is this the effect of that curry or what?

"Your face is fucking red like tomato. And your lips is kinda swollen. We need ice." Bakugou dragged you (again) to a minimarket and sits you down to one of the chairs.

"You wait here. And don't you fucking dare move. Got it?" Bakugou pierce your eyes again with his ruby eyes.

"Geez.. Fine.."

While Bakugou is inside, buying for stuff, you look up and stare at the orange sky.

The spring wind is nice, it's gentle and brush your hair gently.

It's a miracle that you kinda went on a 'date' with Bakugou. Bakugou Katsuki who always blast people away. You couldn't help but smile at yourself.

It's all started with the acidentall meeting you have afterall.

10 minutes passed, and Bakugou still hasn't come out from the minimarket yet.

So you decided to check if he's okay and turns out thing are not okay.

You find him, Bakugou is currently surrounded with a bunch of punks. 5 total. His face is already as angry as he can be.

"Look who's here. The great Bakugou from U.A, huh?" said one of the punks with a spiky hair.

"Your disgusting temper is not heroic. You shouldn't went to U.A you fucking firecracker." the one with red hair chirps.

"You should see yourself first before speaking y'know. Atleast i don't end up like you fuckin street rats." his palms are already making small explosion.

"Ohh~ Are you mad? Aah~ So scary, i'm scareddd~" one of them mocked him and of course Bakugou is ready to fight them. His fist is already clenching and he's panting.

But you decided to step in.

"What's wrong here?" you asked calmly. Pushing Bakugou slightly behind you.

"Oh look! The girlfriend is here, are you that scared that your girlfriend have to step in, Bakugou?"

"You fucking piece of shit. I will kill you." he growls.

"Say sweetie, why are you here with him? Come with us! We can make sure you'll have bunch of fun with us than with him." he places his hand on your shoulder.

"Don't fuckin touch her you-" you slapped his hand away. Making that punk sneered.

"Bakugou. Calm down. I got this." you smile sweetly to him.

"Don't interfere (Y/N). Get the fuck out." he grips your arm.

"Bakugou. Just calm down." you pat his cheek and let go of his hand.

"Aww, so sweet. The girlfriend tried to protect her boyfriend, hm? What a cute couple. But i pity you ms, you should choose a better boyfriend."

"And why is that? I think he's fine." you answered.

"Just because of his temper and harsh personality doesn't mean that he's not heroic. He's a good guy. Better than you all." you smile to those punks who's now triggered with your words.

"The fuck you say ms? Don't make me slap those pretty mouth of yours." said one of them.

"Oh, go ahead and try if you can." you said, cracking your neck and knuckles.

Right before the punk's hand lay on your body, you already hit his crotch. Causing him to yelp and fall.

Bakugou, who's now amazed with how brave you are stay quiet and still can't believe his eyes.

"Come on now! Stand up! You said you want to slap these mouth, huh?" you challenged the other punks.

3 of them helping the one who's got kicked on the crotch, while the other one is now facing you.

His face is covered with fear, but he force and braces himself.

He's quite fast so he grip your collar and try to hit you, but a hand stopped him. A dark aura surrounded a figure behind you.

His ruby like eyes are glowing with a scary aura that makes him 10000% more terrifying.

"Hands off my 'girlfriend'. Now." Bakugou stopped his arm and you kicked the punk's crotch again.

"Right boys. Now say sorry to my 'boyfriend' for insulting him or else," you say with a cold gaze while preparing your fist.

"We-We're very sorry ma'am!" they answered with a shaky voice.

"Come on, you can't hear me? I said to him not me." you smile coldly.

"W-WE'RE SORRY BAKUGOU! WE WILL NEVER INTERRUPT YOU AGAIN!" the three of them bow as the two of them are in pain. Bakugou's shocked. You really did make them apologize.

"Y-You'll pay for this, you damn woman!" said one of them who got kicked first.

You laughed as the three of them dragged the two away.

"Gosh that was fun!" you turn to Bakugou who's face is not.. So happy.

"Baku? What's wrong? Don't tell me they hurt you-" "It's not it damnit." he looks away. His fist is still clenching. He bit his lips.

You sighed, holding his hand, you bring him outside.

"Sit, sit." you said while sitting beside him.

"What now?" you asked while hugging your All might plushies.

"You.. Defend me. A girl defend me. They're targetting me. I'm the one who supposed to beat them but you.."

"Are you mad at me?" Bakugou looks up at your face.

"Are you mad at me becase i defend you from those street rats?" you asked him once again, looking straight at his ruby eyes.

"Say Bakugou, you always fight for yourself and might be the other. But did anybody ever fight for you?"

"Yes. That fucking nerd. And Shitty hair. But i hate it okay?! I don't need a saving! I can do that by myself! Just like that punk-"

"And why di they do that? Why do they fight for you? Do you have any idea Bakugou?" you asked. Bakugou immediately goes silence.

"Because they fucking love you, you stupid. They care about you and they don't want their friend got hurt. It goes the same as me. I save you from that people because i don't want you to get hurt and act carelessly. You can simply broke the rule to use the quirk on public you dumbass!" you explained.

Bakugou expression still stiff.

"Also it's rather fun.. They're just a bunch of punks. Don't take them seriously. Unless, they touch you."

You sunk your face to your All Might plushy.

"Hands off my 'girlfriend'. Now." "Right boys. Now say sorry to my 'boyfriend' for insulting him or else,"

That sentences wander around your head and you immediately mentally slap yourself for saying that.

"Uh.. Also for that boyfriend-girlfriend thing.."

"It's fine." Bakugou seems doesn't care that much.

"But i can't fucking stand it when his filthy hand touches you." he hit the table.

"Woah okay man.. Um.. Thanks for that.." you thank him with a smile.

"Oh, what did you buy anyway?" you finally asked, looking at the plastic that he hold.

"Ice pack. For you." he threw one to you and you catch it.

"For your swollen lips. Let's go. It's getting dark." he stands up and walk away.

You smiled while compressing your lips with the ice pack. He's kind off caring too. So much of Bakugou's other side that you found today. And it's all interesting to you.

You two walks in silence, crossing a river that shows a good view of sunset. The orange hue catches your eye.

You stopped for a while and begged Bakugou to look at the sunset.

"Pleaseee! It's beautiful you know! It's rare these day to find such a good place to watch sunset," you tugs his arm. Hoping him to agree which eventually he did.

"Tch fine fine! Only this once." you smiled while finding a place to sit.

And you both watch the suns's getting down slowly.

Bakugou quite enjoying himself, His eyes are focused on the sun.

You look at him. His side profile looks beautiful. Despite that stern face he always put on. His furrowed eyebrows, his long lashes, his sharp ruby eyes, his pointy nose and those soft skin and lips.

"Whatchu' looking at, dumbass?" his voice once again snaps you back to reality.

"N-No.. Nothing Ahaha!" you play dumb and look at the sunset.

"I had fun today." you smiles, looking at him waiting for his reply.

"Me too." he said, you brofist yourself inside your mind.

"I know that you can't fucking eat spicy though." he laughs, mocking at you.

"What?! Then why did you bring me to that place?!"

"I already said it. I want to try it." Bakugou insist.

"You can go with your friends or family though, and not wait untill the last moment like this. Today the challenge will end right? That's why you were in a rush." you lecture him.

"I juat want to go with you. That's all." he answered with such an honest look on his face.

And that got you flustered all over again.

"O-Oh right! Your present!" you open your bag, trying to find a box that you meant to give to Bakugou.

But, you find nothing. Crap, you seriously didn't forget to bring it, right?

"Well?" you look at Bakugou, looking so guilty.

"I'm really really sorry but.. I left your present in my room." you said sadly.

Bakugou scoffs, "It's fine dumbass, i don't need a present as long as i got you." he said quickly.

"W-What? What did you say?" You didn't hear that wrong right.

"Nothing dumbass! Now just shut the fuck up and look at the sunset!" he hit your head lightly and focuses on the sun.

You smiled, making your way closer to him.

You get closer, hands on his shoulder and you peck his cheek. Just a quick peck.

You quickly get away before Bakugou realizes what the hell happen.

His eyes widened. His cheeks are flushed with a pink tint.

"W-What the fuck are you doing, dumbass?!" his face is flustered but he managed to rage.

"I-I.. Well i felt guilty leaving your present, so i changed it! That-That's your other present.." you cover your face with both of your hands. Fully realizing what have you done.

"A-Anyway let's go home!" he stand up. Shoving both of his hands in his jeans pocket and walks away.

"Wait! Bakugou!" you yell, Bakugou stops and offer his hand.

"You're slow as fuck. What are you? A snail?"

You grin as you take his hand and hold it.

"Hey Bakugou,"

"What dumbass?"

"You could've asked nicely you know.."

"Ask what?"

"If you want to go on a date with me hehe."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! I DIDN'T PLAN IT TO BE LIKE THIS!"

"GEEZ CHILL BAKUGOU I WAS JUST JOKING- wait you planned this?"

"Shut up. Walk faster now."

"Can we do this again?"

"What? the fucking kiss? I don't mind actually. But this time on the lips, what do you say about that?"

"THE DATE! THE. DATE. YOU STUPID BASTARD!"

#bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bnha katsuki #bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #fluff #boku no hero imagines #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

[rogershasmyass]

dancing on my own

a/n: hello, i finally had guts to post my first fic after i watched the endgame ((which is weeks ago)) please bear with me, it'a my first fic and yeah, please tell me what you think because it would really help me. I really wanted to write for a very long time,, so here it is! i also wanted to improve my writing so please send me some request ♡ thank you!!!!!

ps: i'm so sorry it looks so crowded i don't know what's with tumblr i can't put spaces :((( i promise i'll edit it on a desktop :-(

pairings: steve rogers x reader

warnings: endgame spoilers???? language, lil angst, lil fluff

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"He can take his time and stay there as long as he likes, but for us, it'll only take 5 seconds." Bruce said.

We nodded. Steve, on the platform went down to hug Bucky goodbye and then to me.

"Come back in whole pieces okay?" I smiled while caressing his face. Memorizing every part of it, as if I will not see him again. I know I will. I just, feel like I will never get to hold him like this.

"I will. I love you." He said lovingly, although there's something in his eyes that I can't...ponder upon.

"I love you more. Come back alright?" I asked one more time as he went to the platform. He didn't looked back at us.

Banner started counting backwards signalling his return.

There's something I feel in my stomach, I feel something in my throat and tears are starting to dwell up. My breathing are getting uneven.

"y/n..." Bucky held my arm when I started panicking.

"He'll be back, right?" I asked Bucky. I know he knows something too.

"I lost him on the map! I can't see him!" Banner starts to push buttons frantically. Sam and Bucky were starting to lose their calm, too. Trying to figure out what went wrong.

"Bruce, I'll go find him." I said. All of them were shocked and looking at me like I'm crazy. I just needed to see him one last time.

"y/n...i'll go with you." Bucky said. I wanted to say that I'll go alone but I feel like I'm losing time.

"Take care of each other. You know how to use that, y/n, right?" Bruce assuring me.

"Yes." Determined, I went to where Steve was last seen.

xxxxx

After blasting into an unfamiliar place, I looked at Bucky, trying to find a familiar face, but he's very fascinated that he was brought back to a place he knew of dearly.

"Hey, Bucky. You know where Steve probally has gone to?" I asked him

"Oh, doll. Of course you know where he went to." Bucky trying to make the situation lighter.

"Oh God. Of course I know. I just can't say her name, it feels like swallowing poison. So, do you know where she lives?"

"I do."

"What are we waiting for? Let's go now!" I told him and basically pulled him in some direction. He laughed.

I actually don't know what to do if I found him. Will I ask him to come back to me? To the present where we started something special. Or I thought so. What will I do if I see Peggy in flesh? What exactly am I doing here?

"Hey doll?" Bucky interrupted my thinking.

"Hey, buck. Are we there yet?" I asked him. We were on a cab to Peggy's house.

"No not yet. Penny for your thoughts?" He asked me.

"Nothing...I'm just very amazed at how beautiful and simple it is back then." I lied, I wasn't even paying attention to where were going.

"What are you planning to do? Once you see him?" Bucky asked me.

"I...I don't know. I feel like being selfish if I ask him to come back. I actually don't know what we're doing here. It's getting dark, Buck. I think...I think we should just go back. In fact, it's Peggy we're talking about here. She...she was his first love and what am I to compare to her? Let's go back, Bucky. I just can't bear to see it, whatever's I'm going to see." I said almost out of breath.

Bucky looked at me with sad eyes. "Too late, doll. We're already here." I glanced outside and saw a decent and big old house, well probably not old, since we went back, it probably was a kind of house that's in in these time. We went out of the cab and stood outside.

"Bucky let's go back. I think it's someones birthday or Steve's welcome party or.. I...let's just go back." I begged him and grabbed his arm. I noticed there's something in the backyard, it's full of people and contained a lot of decorations.

"Wait do you hear that song, y/n?"

A slow song played by a band was playing, and who would forget this song? It's my captain's favorite.

I wandered on his room in the Avenger's headquarters after one of Tony's extravagant party. It's been 7 months since we officially started dating. Although, we have been testing the waters for almost 5 years now since I joined the team.

"Hey, cap." I asked him while just cuddling on the bed, almost sleepy. "What's your favorite song?"

"It's been a long, long time." He answered while kissing the top of my head.

"I know it's been a long time, love." I joked.

"Silly, it's the title. You hear it all the time" He laughed at my silly joke.

"I don't think I get to finish the song. You know, I fall asleep on your choice of songs." I pouted and he kissed me. "I wanna listen to it!" I sat on the bed, wanting to listen to it enthusiastically. "Come on, love. Play it for me!" I pointed at his turntable and gave him my puppy eyes I know he can't resist.

"Promise me, you won't fall asleep?" 

"I won't! I promise!"

"What my baby wants, my baby gets." He walked over to the turntable and placed the CD on. The slow song started to play.

"You wanna dance, cap?" I asked him, but immediately regretted it. I remembered Peggy and their promise to dance with each other. And you know, their history.

"Do you wanna dance?" He asked me.

"I do. But only if you're ready." I smiled at him reassuringly that it's fine by me. I went over to him and hugged him. We stayed on that position for a while when he asked me, "Have you danced before, y/n?"

"Like a slow dance? I haven't."

"Why?"

"Because you aren't ready yet."

"I'll dance with you when I completely let go of my past."

"I'll wait for it even if it takes forever."

He chuckled. "Alright. Let's get you to bed, you're getting sleepy. I love you, you sleepyhead."

"I love you more."

I looked over to the backyard, closer to get a better look. They have guests, who are dressed formally. The yard was decorated by balloons, flowers, there's a large cake and a band playing my cap's favorite song. I went to look at the other side and my whole world shattered before me. My eyes were producing tears uncontrollably and my knees got weak literally, Bucky caught me just in time.

Steve, the love of my life, got his most awaited dance. After 70 long years. With the woman he truly loved.

"Rogers got his fucking dance, Bucky. It's so...unfair." I was sobbing into his arms while holding my mouth, afraid that if my voice gets too loud, people might see us.

"Hey, y/n... calm down a little bit, you're breathing's not normal anymore." Bucky warned me. I have asthma but that's not the problem now.

"Bucky.....they..got..mar..married. Does he even plan on telling us? H...he should have atleast told us? I would have understand because I kind of expected this to happen ever since that time machine idea was brought up. It should have hurted less if he just told us, but instead he..made us worried by not being in his timestamp, and now...we're seeing him...having the time of his life, dancing and getting married, for fucks sake!!!!! while we're fucking worried of his whereabouts?????? He could have just fucking told me!!!!!"

I wept on the grass leaning on the yard with Bucky. As if my whining will bring Steve back to us. We stayed there for 5 more songs, staring into the grass in front of us, hearing the people's chattering and the celebrations for the newly weds. We once heard the people clinking their glasses with their forks, signalling them to kiss. Of course, I burst into tears again.

"Let's go back, y/n" Bucky stood up and offered his arm to me.

"Let's go." I wiped my tears and pressed on the device that will let us back home. I didn't even managed to look back to the party. I don't think I can handle it.

x

"Have you found him? Where's Steve?" Bruce asked, Sam waiting for answers. Bucky smiled sadly.

"Having the time of his life." I told them and smiled bitterly. "He got his dance, Sam...Steve got his dance..and his girl. He..looked so happy." I felt like crying again, but no tears came. Probably spent it all way back there.

"y/n..." they called out to me, feeling sorry.

"I'll be in my room. I'll be fine. I just wanted to rest." I assured them.

I laid on my bed for God knows how long. I looked on the other side where Steve's smell still lingers. Not wanting to cry again, I stoop up and put on the CD in the turntable and played his favorite song.

I closed my eyes and body swayed a little, imagining he's dancing with me. 

"You know what...? You're so unfair, Rogers. You got your dance and I got nothing. Well, as they say, promises are meant to be broken. But you are not one to break promises. You even went back in time to have your dance with Peggy, while a band plays." I tried to smile. "But I am so happy for you, my love. I truly am..." 

Maybe in an alternate universe, it's you and I.

Maybe in an alternate universe it's just you and me, no past haunting you, no obligations to the world, no fallen family. No lost time. Just us, living together happily.

A tear finally fell from my cheeks and the music stopped. I wiped it away, then proceeded to remove the CD from the turntable.

"Oh fucking hell, I lost my sanity. First I'm dancing alone and talking to myself. Fuck you, Rogers. The things you do to me." I chuckled to myself 

"Language."

You stopped and turned to look where you heard the voice. Your man, the love of your life, your captain, was standing by your door.

#marvel #avengers #infinity war #endgame #steve rogers #tony stark #natasha romanoff #clint barton #peter parker #loki #hulk #bucky #bruce banner #captain america #iron man #black widow #thor #hawkeye #wanda #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #sam #bucky barnes #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers one shot

[hangjie]

girlfriend. [ sadie sink ]

anonymous: oof sorry that didn't make sense ; but i want to request a fic based on the song "girlfriend" by kitty ! if you've never listened to it, basically, sadie starts to date someone else but y/n has feelings for her & y/n confesses her love & it's all cute hahaha ( sorry if this doesn't make sense )

summary: reader has feelings for sadie despite sadie being in a relationship.

warnings: swearing and a bit angsty?

word count: 2,529

author’s note: i can’t handle the angst idea in my head, so the beginning is a bit angsty, but it’s cute in the end, i swear hehe. thank you for the request!

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the music blasts off the speakers as the blue colored lights dimly illuminate the room. i sigh in delight with a smile on my lips as i look at her. 

there are tons of people in the room, but she’s the one who managed to capture my attention.

she laughs, which makes my smile grow even bigger. as if she senses my stare, she looks in my direction and waves at me. i wave back at her before she dismisses herself from the person she was talking to and walks up to me.

“staring is rude, you know,” she says with a cheeky smile on her lips. i roll my eyes and chuckle. “can’t help it if you’re the only person who i know, sadie.”

“that’s the reason why we went to this party! go mingle with people,” she says, pushing and shooing me. “but i only agreed to go with you because you bribed me with food.” i frown, hearing sadie chuckle behind me.

“i know you too well, (y/n).” sadie bops my nose with her index before she ushers me to sit and then leaves me with a tall dark skinned boy with a buzzcut for a hairstyle.

i look over to him and he’s already looking at me with a death glare.

okay, definitely not going to get murdered tonight.

“uh, hey. my name’s (y/n), i—“

“i know it’s you, (y/n),” he says, rolling his eyes at me like it was the most obvious thing in the world. i am overcomed with shock and curiosity as to how he knows me.

“how do you know—“

“i’m sadie’s boyfriend.”

the puzzle pieces in my head starts to form, making me mumble a ‘oh.’

“so, you’re the infamous dylan that sadie has been talking about.” i cross my arms around my chest and raise an eyebrow at him.

“you got a problem with that?” i shrug. “i don’t know, maybe i got a problem with how you treat sadie.”

“fuck you. you don’t know a damn thing about me,” he spats, making my blood boil. i point my index finger at him, feeling my heart beat fast and my face burn in anger.

“i damn well know that you treat sadie like a side piece, that you’re a filty, lying piece of shit, and that you don’t know a goddamn thing about sadie!” i accuse him, bringing my finger closer with almost every syllable.

he scoffs and says, “and i damn well know that you’re in love with my girlfriend.”

i open my mouth to say something, but no words come out as dylan smirks triumphantly at my silence. i roll my eyes and walk away from him, mumbling, “atleast i know how to treat a girl and what loves and none of them is you.”

sadie bursts through the room, sweat dripping from her brow as her face has a panicked and worried expression. “what happened? what’s the emergency?” she puts her hands on her knees as she pants. she looks up to see her manager, john with a boy standing beside her.

once sadie calms down from her run to her apartment, she approaches john and the boy with curiosity present in her blue eyes.

“so glad that you welcomed us with your presence, sadie,” john says with a small smile. he turns to the boy beside him, who was looking at sadie with lovestruck eyes.

“sadie, this is dylan. he will be your boyfriend.”

“what?!” sadie’s eyes widen like plates and the blood from her face drains. “is this for a new movie or show or something? please tell me that this is a joke.”

when she says that, dylan looks down in disappointment and john puts a stern look on his face, different from his usual soft expressions.

“dylan, here, is an aspiring director. he wants to be able to become famous so that famous actors will audition for the roles in his films and his films will become classics.”

“but why put us in a relationship for publicity?”

“because people have been forgetting you recently and i want to help out dylan. not only will dylan benefit from this, but also you.” before sadie says anything next, john says, “i’m mainly doing this for you, sadie.” sadie closes her mouth and sighs, releasing the tension on her shoulders.

john smiles at the sight of her calming down and puts a hand on her shoulder, comfortingly. “when dylan gets what he wants, you can ‘break up’ with him if you want to.”

sadie slowly nods and john gives her a final smile before leaving her apartment and leaving her with her now ‘boyfriend.’

she turns to dylan who stood in front of her, looking at the ground with rosy cheeks. “you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he says, quietly. “it’s fine, dylan,” she says, offering him a sweet smile.

“you know, i’m a big fan of yours.” sadie chuckles. “really?”

“yeah. i really loved you in stranger things. max is my favorite character.” he looks up at her for a second, meeting her eyes before looking back on the ground, cheeks reddening. she smiles at the shy in front of her.

“so, i guess we’ll have to make this work, ‘boyfriend.’”

i lay down in bed, looking up at the ceiling as a million thoughts run around inside my head and all of those thoughts are about sadie.

yes, sadie, my best friend who i am apparently in love with.

i don’t know why, i don’t know when, i don’t know how, but it just happened.

her fiery bright hair, crystal blue eyes, pink lips.

oh how i want to kiss those lips.

i love the way her freckles decorate her face. i love the way her eyes crinkle whenever she laughs. i love the way her smiles brightens the whole room. i love the way cares for the people around her, even if she’ll get hurt. i love her, in general.

i snap out of my thoughts when i hear my phone going off. i reach my phone from the bedside table and see that it’s sadie calling.

speak of the devil.

“hey, sadie. what’s up?” i hear her panicked breath from the other end. “i have a boyfriend.”

when she says those words, i feel my heart break into a million pieces.

“w-what? who? how?”

“john set me up with a guy named dylan.” sadie must’ve noticed my sad tone then says, “it’s for publicity.”

i sigh in relief, feeling the weight off my shoulders and chest, but still feel my heart breaking for sadie. i feel bad that she has to go through this.

“do you like him?” i ask. i mentally face palm myself for asking such a stupid question. sadie stays silent for a moment until she says, “no.”

i sigh again in relief. “good.”

sadie has been friends with me for a long time and ever since i started to like her as more than a friend, i’ve been giving her subtle hints.

though i’m trying to give hints and be obvious, she’s so oblivious to the fact that i like her.

whenever she’s around me, she makes me do things that i wouldn’t do to her if i didn’t have feelings for her. when we talk, i would get so close to her that i can practically see the shine in her eyes whenever she talks.

i sometimes flick my eyes from her eyes to her lips while she’s talking. i couldn’t help it. her lips are just so kissable. i would even go as far to hold her hand while she does so, but she doesn’t get the idea and continues to ignore my hints.

the night continues to go on with me admiring sadie from a far. i did mingle with a few people, as per sadie’s request, but whenever i tried to talk to other people, my eyes start to wander off to sadie who is always in the background.

even with all the energy in the room, i couldn’t feel any ounce of energy in me. so, i decided to go get some fresh air.

the cold air tickles my face as i trace the rim of my glass with my finger. i take a sip from my drink, staring at the dark night sky above me.

no sound, other than my breathing, the rustling of the trees and bushes as the winds pass by them, and the hum of the music from is party, is heard until i hear footsteps and grunts. i didn’t mind it until i hear a familiar voice say, “let me go, dylan!”.

i abandon my drink and hurry to the voices, making sure to be as quiet as possible.

as soon as the voices were loud and clear, i look over to see the scenes. my blood starts to boil when i see dylan grasping a struggling sadie’s elbow with an angry look on his face.

“what are you talking about, dylan? what’s your problem?!”

“my problem is you hanging out with her! don’t you see the looks she gives you when you’re not looking? she’s in love with you, sadie!” dylan’s face reddens in anger and if this were a cartoon, steam would’ve been coming out of his ears.

“she’s my best friend! so, what?! i can’t hang out with girls anymore?!”

“”so, what”?! sadie, you’re my girlfriend!”

“correction, dylan. fake girlfriend! you know i don’t like you like that and that i like someone else!” she says, rolling her eyes in frustration. “yeah, but you need me, sadie. where would you be if i wasn’t here?” the next move he did made me nearly run up to them and punch him straight in the face.

he snakes his arm around her waist, making sadie churn her face in disgust. she pushes him away from her and dylan chuckles darkly, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand.

“face it, sadie. you’re a pathetic, lonely, untalented, ugly bitch. if you’ll ‘break’ up with me, you’ll lose your career. you need me more than i need you.” he smirks evilly at her. “besides, i don’t need you anymore knowing that i’m much more famous than you now.” sadie looks at him, tearfully before managing to free herself from his grip and runs away.

i don’t know why or how, but before i knew it, i was running, looking for sadie in the dark.

“sadie?! sadie, where are you?” i yell, searching frantically for the red head. i continue to look for her until i spot her, with her back hunched, sitting criss crossed on the ground, her hands covering her face.

“sadie!” she looks up as i run over to her. her face is tear stained. her puffy red eyes and quivering lip breaks my heart into two.

“(y/n)? what are you doing here?”

“i came to look for you. i saw the whole thing.” i sit next to her and immediately, she puts her head on my shoulder, sighing.

“i can’t do it anymore, (y/n). i hate him so much.” i place my arms around her shoulders, rubbing her arm up and down in comfort. “then break up with him.”

“you know i can’t.” she sighs again before silence engulfs the air between us. i break the silence by saying, “i’m sorry for eavesdropping on your conversation with dylan.”

sadie turns to me and gives me with a small smile. “it’s okay. atleast you how much of a dick he is.” i roll my eyes. “tell me about it.”

yet again, we go silent, but it wasn’t an awkward kind of silence, but a comforting one where we acknowledge each other’s presence.

“sadie? can i ask you something?” i say, breaking the silence. she turns to me completely and says, “sure.”

i take a deep breath before blurting out, “i like you, not in a friendly way.” i feel my cheeks burn and i feel the weight being lifted off my shoulders. i sigh and turn to her, seeing her smirking.

“what?” i raise an eyebrow. “as if it wasn’t obvious that you liked me.” sadie playfully rolls her eyes and starts to laugh. i feel my cheeks burn hotter and embarrassment courses through me.

“don’t worry. i like you, not in a friendly way as well.” my eyes widen as i look at her, but all i see is her bright smile and twinkling eyes as she looks at me. my shock fades and is replaced by a smile.

we start to lean in towards each other and i could feel her hot breath fanning my face and my heart beating franticly inside my chest. right before our lips could touch, i feel myself being thrown backwards and away from sadie.

“what the hell is going on here?!” i hear the booming voice of dylan say. i groan as i sit up, seeing dylan gripping the elbow of sadie who was trying to pry off his grip.

“dylan, what the fuck are you doing?! let go of me!”

“what the fuck am i doing? why the fuck were you two leaning in like you two were going to kiss?!”

sadie grunts frustratedly and manages to lose dylan’s grip on her. when she does, she approaches me and takes my hand, intertwining her fingers with mine.

“dylan, you know that i’ve loved (y/n) for years!”

“yeah, but i never thought that they would also like you back! they’re pathetic! they can’t love you the way i love you, sadie!”

i stop in my tracks and look at him with offense evident in my eyes. i slowly approach dylan as i glare at him.

“who do you think you are, dylan?! and how would you know if you haven’t even loved sadie at all and just used her for fame?!” i yell, feeling my face redden in anger with every word. “you don’t deserve someone like sadie and i know that she deserves someone who will treat her like a queen and their best friend at the same time, someone who is willing to sacrifice everything for her, someone who isn’t afraid of telling her how beautiful and talented she is, and most importantly, someone who will love her with all of their heart and is not afraid of showing it.”

i turn towards sadie and press my lips against hers. she stands shocked for a while until she begins to kiss back. i break the kiss and smirk at dylan who was looking at us with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“so, if you aren’t willing to be any of those people, i’d advise you to walk away and don’t show yourself to either sadie or me.” dylan opens his mouth to say something, but no words come out. he repeats this over and over again until he finally huffs in defeat and walks away, grumbling.

when dylan is out of sight, i hear sadie giggle from beside me. i turn my attention back towards her and see the cheeky grin on her face.

“so, where were we?”

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