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dudeandduchess · 3 years

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Yakuza!Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Sugar and Spice (Mafia!AU, Modern AU, NSFW Series)[Chapter 8]

Summary: Kyōjurō and (Y/n) meet at a party, only to find out that their lives would change forever— since they had been arranged to be married.

Note: I have nothing against McDonald’s; I love some of their things (Nuggets!!!). It’s just that the contrast between what (Y/n)’s mother had always had, compared to something so normal makes me laugh.

Warnings: Smut, Making Out, Candy Swapping, Semi-Public Sex (Private Beach), Teasing, Champagne Blowjob, Cum Swallowing

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It had been a couple of days since the pleasurable incident at the Rengoku clan’s mountain home and, for the life of her, (Y/n) couldn’t get it out of her head. Especially at night, when she begun fantasizing about having Kyōjurō’s hands all over her again, with his chest pressed flush against her back.

She would never admit it, but she was addicted— after only the barest taste of him.

And she would have devised a plan to wring the same pleasure from him again, had he not called her the following morning to say that something had come up in Osaka. That would have been find, if it only took a day to fix it. But, apparently, it was going to take a few days.

(Y/n) had tried not to let her disappointment show in her tone, but Kyōjurō must have picked up on it, since she had gotten the most beautiful bouquet of pink and white hydrangeas— as well as one of Kyōjurō’s button down shirts— a mere hour after they had said goodbye to each other.

The card had even held the sweetest inscription she had ever received, which she quickly used to cover her face— as she raced back up the stairs to get back to the privacy of her room.

At that present moment, with her already done getting herself ready for the day, she took a brief moment for herself and sat down on the edge of her bed; taking the card where she had left it on top of her nightstand, and biting back a smile as she read her fiancé’s writing.

‘You are much like hydrangeas; Beautiful, but selfish with your love. I hope that I can take a piece of your heart while I’m gone, And I hope that someday I’ll have your love, (Y/n).

P.S. I’m giving you my shirt, so that it will keep a little bit of me with you.

Forever Yours, Kyōjurō’

(Y/n) couldn’t help but bite down on her lower lip, if only to bite back the giggle that threatened to spill from her lips. She had been reading the card frequently, yet it still managed to elicit the same reaction from her; as if she were a lovesick teenager.

It was very unbecoming for her; especially over someone whom she was still getting to know.

Kyōjurō was going to become her husband, that was a fact, but there was a tiny voice in her head that always warned her to not get too close. Thankfully, it had been small enough to bury beneath all of her foremost thoughts; yet when she was alone— like at that moment— it gained enough momentum to make itself known.

And the smile on her face, which brightened up her features, turned down into a barely perceptible frown. It was dangerous for her to fall so easily for a man; especially a man that she knew was still keeping his cards close to his chest.

She knew that; after all, she wasn’t that far gone in her blossoming feelings for him.

It would have been so easy to keep herself in check, to guard her heart and keep herself sane… if only he didn’t make her feel like throwing all caution to the wind so she could jump and fall right into his arms.

Just like he had told her that she made him happy, Kyōjurō made her feel the same; along with feeling protected and appreciated.

Before (Y/n) could delve in deeper into her own thoughts however, she quickly shook herself from her reverie and placed the card back down on her nightstand. Then, she got up from her bed and straightened herself out; after all, Rin hadn’t been coming to her room to pester her about attending events in her parents’ stead.

Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t been tasked to attend any political functions ever since Kyōjurō had warned her mother to lessen her tasks. It gave her enough time to actually relax during her break, and it felt amazing.

She had to remember to give Kyōjurō a kiss once he returned. And if she were to be honest, she would say that she missed him.

“You’re too invested, (Y/n),” The young woman muttered to herself with a playful scoff, before shaking her head and making her way down to the dining room. It was time for breakfast, after all; her most dreaded part of the day, since she had to sit there and take all of her mother’s ill-concealed jabs.

Her tasks may have lessened, but her family life sure hasn’t improved.

With all her apprehension about going to see her mother, (Y/n) even dawdled a little bit during the walk downstairs; purposely taking her time to admire some of the paintings that caught her interest, until she arrived at the doorway she was trying to avoid the most.

And with a deep breath, she stepped through and expected her mother’s mildly displeased expression to greet her. Only, the first face that she saw had her immediately brightening up; especially when those lips that she missed tilted up at the corners to give her a handsome grin.

“Kyōjurō!” (Y/n) breathed out, just as a wide smile colored her expression. And before she could help it, she already found herself practically skipping over to where he now stood— only to freeze when she saw her mother’s narrow-eyed gaze boring right into her.

Immediately, the arms that wanted to wrap themselves around her lover froze at her sides; while Kyōjurō engulfed her in a tight embrace, before pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. “Did you miss me, princess?”

“I… I did.” She admitted, her smile almost faltering once, as she felt her mother’s glare boring right into her back. However, she was shielded by Kyōjurō’s face, so she allowed herself a little bit of rebellion and leaned in to peck his lips— all while her hands lifted themselves up and settled themselves at his sides in a pseudo hug.

As her mother had kept repeating to her while she was growing up: it was unbecoming of someone of her social status to show too much emotion to anyone, as it gave people a leverage over her. And it was obvious that it had stuck to her, since she could only act normally whenever she wasn’t around any people who gave a damn about who she was.

Thankfully, she was shaken from her reverie by Kyōjurō guiding her to sit down on the empty chair next to where he sat. “Go and eat, baby. You need your strength for today.”

Kyōjurō’s words were innocent enough, but they didn’t fail to make goosebumps raise across her skin. They were so laden with hidden meaning, at least in her mind, that she couldn’t shake the warmth that pooled at the pit of her stomach.

With those words hanging in the air, she turned her full attention to the food set out on the table— holding back a surprised expression when she saw that it was laden with carry-out boxes from McDonald’s. A laugh wanted to bubble free from the sight of the lavish table paired off with something so… common, yet (Y/n) could only purse her lips together as she grabbed the laid-out silverware to serve herself a pancake.

Breakfasts used to be such a droll agenda whenever she was at home, but Kyōjurō had managed to spin such a humorous twist on it that made her want to kiss him.

The best part? Rengoku Kyōjurō had practically forced her mother— the wife of the Prime Minister, and the prissiest woman to ever live— to eat an Egg McMuffin.

(Y/n) would never forget the undernoted look of disgust that she kept shooting the blond at her side; the very man whom, she was naught to admit, was starting to become such an essential part of her life.

“How’s your McMuffin… okaa-sama?” Kyōjurō asked quietly, looking so regal even with a paper cup of coffee in his right hand. And (Y/n) could only get swept into him even more, when he turned to her and gave her the most attractive wink; one that had her heart practically skipping in her chest.

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When (Y/n) had heard that she should keep her strength up for the day, she had expected so much more than just going to the beach— which Kyōjurō’s family apparently bought a few years ago— and being told that her fiancé only wanted to relax.

If she were to be honest, she would say that she expected to get railed so hard on the blanket. After all, it was why she had worn the sundress that she was sure accented all of her curves; one that would entice Kyōjurō into doing just what she wanted him to.

There wasn’t anything wrong with hoping to get fucked by such a sexy man, but it had been a few days, and she was sure that he was trying to put on a show just to tease her. That was the problem: he wasn’t giving in to her.

He merely laid down next to her on their blanket— in all his shirtless glory— while he kept eating that goddamned hard candy that was in the glass bowl next to him. And to make things worse for her, he looked so attractive— especially with his abs out on display, and his sunglasses framing his face so perfectly.

She would have long straddled his hips and slipped his cock inside her, had she been that shameless of a woman.

It wasn’t much of a statement coming from her, based on how they had first met, but it was different because they were out in the open; where anyone could happen by and take pictures of them humping like rabbits on the beach.

That wasn’t a headline that she wanted the entirety of Japan to see, even if she knew that the property was as secluded and secure as it could be.

Still, Kyōjurō was making it so hard to resist him. And he knew just how badly he was affecting her.

“Do you want to eat something, baby? Maybe a drink?” Kyōjurō asked softly, raising his sunglasses to the top of his head while he turned to look at (Y/n)— whom was no longer scrolling through her phone, and was blatantly ogling his body.

He would be lying if he said that he didn’t like that, or if he said that that wasn’t turning him on.

In fact, he had wanted to push her down on the table at her house, had her mother not been there to keep giving him ill-concealed glares. But he had to keep it in his pants, since he wanted to see how she would react with a little bit of pushing from him.

After all, he could make her so needy for him that it would make for the hottest nights of their life; especially if he kept on teasing her bit by bit until their wedding night.

It was too little too late, after he had already had a taste of her tight pussy, but it only made things much more exciting for him. If only he wasn’t constantly close to asking her to fuck him.

“A glass of champagne would be nice…” (Y/n) answered softly, the flush on her face getting more evident in the shade, especially when her eyes flickered up to meet his own. They were so intense with need that Kyōjurō couldn’t help it…

He cupped her face with one hand and pulled her in to his face, as he sat upright to meet her halfway.

The first touch of his lips to hers had his entire body tingling with warmth, as if it was coming alive under her touch. And it was only made better when their slow and tentative kisses slowly escalated to open-mouthed ones; ones that had him feeling himself getting hard.

Especially when she reached down and cupped her hand over his hardening cock.

A smirk tugged at the corners of Kyōjurō’s lips then, as he got it in his mind to push the piece of candy in his mouth into hers.

(Y/n) was clearly surprised at first, tensing up the tiniest bit, before getting swept up in her fiancé’s pace. His tongue kept prodding at hers, trying to pull the candy back into his own mouth, which she complied to.

Gingerly, she allowed him to take the sweet from her mouth, instantly missing its sweetness, before it was gently pushed right back in— so warm and a little minty, with a hint of something that was uniquely Kyōjurō.

Or maybe that was her lust addled mind talking.

However, before things could escalate further, the blond pulled away with a grin— his candy back in his mouth. “I’ll be back with your champagne, princess.”

To say that she was shocked and feeling cross with him was a total understatement. She was feeling so irate that she wanted to get some sort of revenge on him— which had been fueled by her less-than-innocent searches while he was gone.

So, she stewed in her own impatience— even sitting up on her knees— just so she could take him by surprise when he came back.

Thankfully, Kyōjurō didn’t take too long with getting her drink; grinning right at her even if she could see the obvious bulge in his swim trunks. It provided the perfect opportunity for her to get back at him, at least even a little.

And when he got back on their blanket, giving her the glass of champagne before making a move to sit back down, (Y/n) got up on her knees and placed a hand on his right thigh— looking up at him and licking her lips, before sliding that hand up to cup his hard-on once more.

“You look uncomfortable,” The young woman whispered, as she slowly undid the tie to her fiancé’s shorts and gently pushed them down his hips; much like how she pushed her own trepidations aside, and threw all caution to the wind.

She was on private property. And she trusted, deep down, that Kyōjurō would protect her and her reputation if it came down to it.

So, she let go of her inhibitions— especially when she was greeted by her fiancé’s hard cock in front of her face. It was thick, and long, and a little bit curved— which had her pussy getting so wet already.

Remembering how amazing he felt inside her even had her squeezing her thighs together, if only to alleviate the lust that she felt bubbling within her.

Gingerly, she took his cock in her right hand, pumping it slowly, and using her thumb to spread the precum that beaded at his tip. A low groan was her reward for that, which only spurred her on even more— especially when she saw his eyes close in pleasure.

Just the faintest of touches and he was already like that. She couldn’t wait to see what his reaction was going to be when she set her plans into action.

And when she leaned forward to suck on the tip of his cock, she felt confidence flaring up within her when Kyōjurō moaned aloud— with his right hand making its way into her hair.

It was hot, but she was not going to get swept up in his pace again.

So, before he could try to give her a nudge to take more of him in her mouth, (Y/n) pulled the head of his cock out of her mouth and took a big sip from the champagne flute in her left hand. And with that, she set the drink down on the blanket— hoping that it wouldn’t topple over.

She kept the cool and bubbly drink in her mouth— looking up again at Kyōjurō, whom was watching her with such a lust-filled gaze— before taking his cock in her mouth once more.

That time, however, Kyōjurō actually cried out in pleasure; hips bucking involuntarily as he felt the champagne’s bubbles teasing his cock. Partnered with the coolness of the drink, and the warmth of (Y/n)’s mouth, the blond was on his slow descent to thinking that he was going crazy with pleasure.

His head was already spinning from the sensations, and she had barely even taking his cock.

But when she swallowed around his tip, before circling her cool tongue around the crown of his cock, he felt his fingers curling into her hair. Hell, he had barely even managed to look up at the security camera perched on a light pole, as a warning for whoever was watching to turn away at that moment.

Slowly, pleasurably, (Y/n) kept taking more and more of Kyōjurō’s cock in her mouth— until she was all the way down to the hilt, with her nose pressed against his trimmed pubes.

And he thought that it couldn’t get any better than that, until she took the hand that was on his thigh to cup his balls and start fondling them.

His eyes almost rolled back into his head at that moment, as he threw his head back and lost himself to the heady feeling of her sucking him off; trying to bring him to the most intense orgasm that he was ever going to get from a blowjob.

Instead of trying to prolong his pleasure though, Kyōjurō began to gently rock his hips into (Y/n)’s face; breathing heavily and moaning aloud as he felt his orgasm crawling up on him.

“I’m cumming,” The blond whispered breathlessly, close to outright fucking his fiancée’s face, when she pulled his cock out of her mouth— leaving just the tip inside— before jerking her off with one hand.

All while the other one kept fondling his balls.

It was so heady that Kyōjurō could only cry out “Fuck, baby! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” as he spurted thick ropes of cum right on her tongue. She was white hot pleasure personified, and he was sure of it at that very moment.

Maybe he really couldn’t wait until the wedding night to have her again.

Especially when she made a show of popping her cock out of her mouth, and sticking her tongue out to show him his cum— before closing her lips and swallowing his thick seed.

“How did I get so lucky, princess?”

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kuroosweakness · 3 years

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a day-in-the-life of sumi :) | friday

dad!kuroo series

6:15 am Woke up to a barely lit room and quiet house, no birds chirping. The sun hasn’t even woken up yet! After glancing at her clock, she curiously padded out of her room to see if her parents were awake. Sadly, the darkness of the hallways were too overwhelming so she walked back to her bed and hugged her pillow to sleep.

7:13 am Woke up again, this time in the middle of a weird dream by her dad combing his fingers through her hair. She whined, wishing for just 5 more minutes. Maybe if she stayed still, time would freeze...

“c’mon, sumi. gotta get up for breakfast~”

...

“seeing how tired you are, maybe you need to start sleeping earlier”

“no-”

7:30 am Finished eating a breakfast that consisted of a fried egg, toast, 2 strawberries, and half a cup of chocolate milk. She finished her whole meal! Earned a big thumbs-up from dad and a cheek squish from mom.

7:40 am Finished brushing her teeth and- uh oh... a sudden urge to poo takes over her. This might take a while. Luckily, she has a book to entertain herself.

7:50 am Still on the toilet, dad’s getting a bit impatient. She has to leave within 10 minutes but she hasn’t packed her backpack or gotten dressed or.... oh noo. If only if her stomach could just stop hurting, now’s not the time!!

7:58 am Mom helps her wipe and get dressed. Today, sumi decides to wear black tights, white t-shirt, and a black puffer jacket with a hoodie with bear ears. Oh what about her backpack- thank goodness mom helped her pack! And even put Smark the shark plushie inside! Sumi gives mom a grateful kiss on the cheek.

8:10 am Sumi waits impatiently for her mom and dad to finish their usual i’ll-see-you-a-few-hours-later-but-let’s-pretend-it’s-months goodbye routine. After dad’s turn, sumi goes to hug mom. Afterwards she opens the car door and hops right in~

8:20 am | Kindergarten Starts Arrives at school just on time! Not a minute late, not a minute early. But sumi does wish she didn’t have to dash to her classroom...didn’t even have time to say goodbye to dad :(

8:30 am It’s silent reading time! Since sumi already ate breakfast, she walks over to the bookshelves and pick a book about caterpillars

9:00 am Learning about numbers! Today, they’re learning about counting in 2s...and 3s...? She can count all the way to 21 without stopping! Sumi will definitely show this off to dad later >:))

9:45 am Ooh, science time. Apparently, there are many different types of clouds. Sumi wishes she sat next to the window so she could look outside and be the best cloud identifier of all time~

10:00 am Sumi suddenly needs to go pee...but Mrs. Chen is reading aloud and she can’t just ask...it’ll be so awkward. She fidgets around and tries to distract herself instead.

10:10 am Drawing skies and clouds. Normally, Sumi loves drawing but Jacob isn’t sharing the blue crayon and she really needs to pee, but Mrs. Chen is all the way at her teacher desk :((

10:30 am Free time! Recess! Yay~ She quickly gets up and fast walks toward the bathroom. Luckily, there’s only one other girl in the bathroom! After washing her hands, she walks back to the playground and there’s Keiko!

“Hi Keiko~”

Keiko happily waves back and the together, the four girls together imagine shapes and animals from clouds.

10:50 am Break time is over! Back to the classroom...as the kids settle down, Mrs. Chen tells them to get in a line. Going to the library, yay!

10:55 am They arrive at the school library. Sumi debates between a animal facts book and Adventures of the Speedy Snail

11:00 am Speedy snail wins because there are many characters in the book and sumi wants to the hear the ways her dad would voice them.

11:15 am They head back to the classroom and review vocabulary words. Sumi had no idea “read” can also be pronounced “red.”

11:45 am Craft time :)) Sumi’s favorite! They’re making dangly clouds with facts behind each cloud cut-out.

12:15 pm Lunch time! One of Sumi’s favorite times of the day~ She happily settles down next to Keiko and unzips her lunch box. Looks like she’ll have...egg and ham fried rice and some blueberries :) Oh, and also apple juice!

Keiko is having pepperoni pizza. Sumi has never been so jealous.

12:45 pm Lunch ends, and they’re off to playing on the playground again! Looks like Keiko doesn’t want to stare at clouds anymore...before Sumi can ask if she wants to jump rope, Keiko gave her a small smile and wave and went to swing on swings with two other girls.

... Although Sumi unknowingly waved back, she follows after them and waits for her turn to swing.

1:00 pm Back to crafts! Sumi’s cut-out clouds look more sharp than fluffy. Maybe it’s time to step up her scissoring skills...

1:30 pm Classroom free time! Everyone breaks off into the activities they want/need to do. Sumi watches as Jacob goes to play with building blocks, Keiko follow after the same two girls...and decides to join Mrs. Chen’s storytime.

2:00 pm Everyone starts a crossword puzzle, cleaning, and packing up! It’s almost time to go home~

2:30 pm School’s over!! :) Sumi swings her backpack over her shoulder and fast walks after her classmates in hopes of spotting mom first so she can surprise her~

2:32 pm There’s mom! Sumi happily runs toward mom and wraps her arms around mom’s body tightly. “Hi mommy~” Naturally, mom tightly hugs back, grins as she wipes from food off of her cheeks, and waves goodbye to Mrs. Chen.

2:45 pm And she’s home!! :) Sumi impatiently waits for her mom to unlock the front door. Her mom notices her fidgeting and laughs, “what’s the rush?”

“i need to pee...”

3:00 pm After going to the bathroom, drinking more water, and changing from outside clothes, sumi settles down to eat some ice cream :D

3:30 pm Sumi goes to her room to play with her toys.

3:45 pm Slowly pads out of her room out of boredom. Oh look, mommy’s watching TV! Sumi walks over to mom on the couch and nuzzles into her lap.

4:15 pm Mom turns off the TV and looks at her with small smile, “what do you want to do now?” Sumi thinks about this and decides, “cook!”

4:20 pm Sumi helps mom prepare dinner, which is...dumplings! Stirring the filling is so much fun!

5:00 pm Sumi becomes bored again... waiting for the dough to become ready is a too boring. Luckily, there’s drama to be resolved within the stuffed animal clan

5:17 pm Daddy’s home!!! Per usual, Sumi hides under the dinner table and giddily waits for her dad to find her. But first, he swings by the living room and kisses mom first. After sneaking two more, he’s pushed away with a laugh by mom. After he sets his work bag down in the room, he strolls back into the living room, loudly saying “hmm...i wonder where sumi could be”

sumi can barely contain her giggles.

“the closet maybe?”

she can hear doors open and close.

“nope...must be in her room then”

silence fills the room...sumi’s belly turns in circles in anticipation. it’s so nerve wracking!

her dad loudly sighs as he sits down on the couch in defeat. “where can my precious daughter be? she must’ve been taken by an evil creature D:”

not able to keep silent anymore, sumi gingerly climbs out from the table, bumping into chairs along the way, and eagerly stands up-

*bump* “oOww” sumi wails, having bumped right into the table when she stood up. she frantically rubs her head, trying to ease the pain.

before she knows it, her dad is crouched down by her side, thumb running over the spot that hurts. “oh god, does it hurt really bad?” he asks, worried heavily laced in his voice. sumi looks up at him in teary eyes and slowly nods. why must he ask when it’s obvious? hearing the bump, her mom quickly walks into the room, looking equally as worried.

“i’ll get some ice for you, hmm?” her dad gently caresses her cheek with a weak smile. wincing, sumi nods and pads toward her mom. nothing beats mom’s comforting hugs.

5:21 pm Sumi’s head slowly stops hurting. “At least you weren’t taken by an evil creature, hm?” her dad lightly jokes. even though he’s smiling, his eyes aren’t crinkled up like the way they usually are. with one hand, he keeps the ice pack close in contact with sumi’s small bump.

“i want to sleep...” sumi faintly croaks. note to self: don’t hide under the dinner table next time. her eyes catch the coat rack by the front door. ah ha! sumi just found her next hiding spot :)) next time, she’s gonna be more patient and not come out until her dad has waited at least 10 minutes~ just to give him a scare! sumi could hardly wait hehe

“are you feeling a bit better now?” her dad replies, picking her up like she’s a baby again and heading towards her room.

sumi nods against his shoulder.

“that was a very good hiding spot, punkin,” he says, mostly to praise and distract her. “i would’ve never found ya”

5:44 pm After tossing and turning around by her plushies–who all wanted to see sumi’s injury–sumi slowly crawls out of bed and walks out into the hallway, peeking at her mom and dad in the kitchen.

per usual, dad’s chin is resting on mom’s shoulder as she folds dumplings. he says something too quiet for sumi to hear, and her mom laughs under her breath, nudging him to help her fold the dumplings. he dramatically rolls his eyes, but then rolls up his sleeves and grabs the rolling pin.

not wanting to interrupt them, sumi quietly walks back to her room to talk with her plushies.

5:54 pm Dad walks into her room with a small plate of dumplings in one hand. His black shirt is practically white from the excess flour.

“hiya punkin,” he says, bending down to offer her a dumpling. “these are test tastes, wanna try?”

well, she is getting hungry... sumi nods and opens her mouth, gladly accepting the warm and soft dumpling.

her dad watches her chew, patiently anticipating her reaction.

“it’s good!” she smiles, reaching out to grab another one except her dad moves the plate away, frowning at her.

“no eating with dirty hands,” he tells her, and places a dumpling in her mouth instead. while waiting for her to finish chewing, he asks, “is your head feeling better now?”

sumi thinks about this as she swallows her mouthful of dumpling. “kind of”

“mm, that’s good to hear. c’mon let’s go eat dinner. your momma made something really yummy for you to try”

6:10 pm After stuffing herself with plenty of dumplings and eating half of a melon bread made by her mom, sumi lounges on the couch, her feet dangling just above the floor. Mom’s in parents room and so is Dad...there’s no one to play with her right now. Sometimes, sumi wishes she had a little sibling....but then they’ll take all of mom and dad’s attention away from her, so she decides against it.

Maybe a pet...? For now, she’ll have to settle with playing with her mini foods playset with her plushies.

“Hi Obby,” Smark the Shark says to the Ocelet plushie. “I’ll take some syrup and eggs”

“Sounds great!” remarks Obby.....

6:45 pm Sumi pushes past her parent’s room door and finds herself sitting next to her mom on their giant bed. “Hi mommy,” she quietly says.

“Hi to you too,” she hums, giving her a small kiss on the head. “Does your head still hurt?”

To her relief, Sumi shakes her head and nuzzles further against her.

“Mommy, I have something to tell you!”

“Hmm...?”

“I can count in 3s! Look, 3...6...9...12........15....18.............21!”

“Oh wow,” her mom marvels. “Did you learn that from school?

“Yup!” Sumi proudly smiles. “Maybe I can learn to 50 soon and show daddy”

“Or...” her mom playfully tickles her sides with a grin. “You can show him right now”

7:15 pm Sumi walks into the living room and spots dad sitting on the couch with a bath towel slung over his forearm. “Hi daddy,” she says, climbing onto the couch beside him.

He hums in acknowledgment and scooches over a bit.

Not to her surprise, he’s watching a volleyball game. “Who’s winning?” she asks, almost completely confused by what’s going on.

“Hm...so far, the team wearing the blue uniforms”

“Then I’ll cheer for the blue team!” Sumi excitedly pumps her fists up. Her dad laughs and pumps his fists up too.

7:25 pm After spending some time watching the volleyball game, Sumi suddenly remembers her Speedy Snail book and runs to her room to get it. The apartment is filled with quiet pitter-pattering of her mom’s shower.

“Can we read this?” Sumi happily asks, sure that her dad wouldn’t turn her down. And of course, he agrees and flips to page one.

Oh her dad’s funny character voices never fail to make her laugh.

7:35 pm When she hears the shower water stop running, her dad slowly gets up from the couch. “I knew she’ll forget her bath towel,” he tells her. “Good thing I’m her delivery man,” he teases, looking way too excited by the fact that mom forgot her towel as he pads toward the bathroom.

Aaaand Sumi is by herself again. So she skips back to her room to play a board game with plushies.

8:00 pm With the bathroom finally cleared of mist/fog from mom’s hot shower, Sumi goes to brush her teeth, floss, toilet time, washes her face, and walks back to her room. Instead of heading to bed, she looks through her closet for what to wear tomorrow...

8:17 pm After deciding to just wear what she wore today, minus the same jacket, Sumi flips through a few library books.

8:34 pm With a big yawn, Sumi crawls under her bed covers and plays with her plushies before her parents come to say goodnight and turn the lights off.

8:40 pm Mommy comes in to kiss her goodnight!

“Fern wants a kiss too!” she giggles, bringing the fox plushie to her mom’s face. Naturally, Fern earns a kiss from her and the other plushies are very jealous.

“Do you want Dad to say goodnight too?” Mom asks, just before she turns off the lights. As if on cue, Dad appears behind Mom and slips past her and door frame to kiss Sumi goodnight, with a good hair ruffle :)

“My hair’s messed up now!” Sumi giggles.

“That’s the point,” her dad smiles back.

9:00 pm After tossing and turning for a couple of minutes, Sumi falls asleep with Obby (the ocelet) in one hand.

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savemesomenachos · 3 years

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if you still taking request can you made a one shot with Sebastian stan and a reader with a 20ish years age gap ? fluffy pls

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AN: Also, why do I always assume Seb says doll and has a Brooklyn-ish drawl like Bucky does? It’s still cute and makes my insides tingle so imma go with it.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan × Reader

Warnings: Just another fluffy day with Seb, some angst and brief insecure! Reader, significant age gap ( Seb-38y, Reader-20y), Mentions of nudity but no smut

Word Count: 1330

Y/n’s POV:

It was raining again and all the waterlogging in the city allowed for a much needed holiday. So here I was at 10 in the morning, still in bed. But the best part was the man next to me. Sebastian was barely home because of all the work he’s been doing.

Now he finally is after months. I was so excited to see him yesterday that I surprised him by picking him up at the airport. He was so ecstatic to see me that he dropped his bags, ran over to me and spun me around right in the middle of the exit. I hadn’t smiled so wide in a really long time.

“Mmm,” I heard from beside me. I shifted to lie on my chest while the sheets moved with me. The sheets bunched dangerously low on his bare waist. If he moved even a little, the sheets would be off him.

“Whatcha looking at doll?” his gravelly voice sounds near my ear.

I squeal in surprise. When I turn my head to look at him, he’s right in front of my face. I blush a deep red and nuzzle my face into his warm chest while he laughs.

“I was just looking,” I whisper as I pull myself up to his face with my elbows. “I missed you,” I breathe against his lips.

He takes that as his cue to pull me into a kiss that makes me dizzy. My hand instinctively bury themselves in his hair. He smiles against my lips while curling his arms around my waist and he locks his hand at the base of my spine. I hum in satisfaction as his chest touches mine while our heartbeats seem to sync. The pit in my stomach that had been existent ever since he left starts to seal itself back together the minute his lips collided with mine.

A particularly sharp tug on his hair makes him pull away from me but I’m not satisfied just yet. I yank the sheets off myself completely and straddle his hips.

“Baby?” he questions, confused. I cut him off with a hard kiss to his lips. He moans in surprise but before I could deepen the kiss, he tugs me away from his lips.

“What’s goin’ on?” he asks, concern written all over his face.

“Nothing, I just missed you,” I say, leaning down to kiss him again. His face contorts into a knowing look.

“I swear, Bash. There’s nothing,” I say again, squirming under his scrutinous gaze.

“You know I can tell when you’re lying, right?” he asks as he cradles my head to his chest with a hand wrapped around my back. I pull the sheets back over us as I nestle my face into his thick neck. I only sigh in response and cuddle further into him.

“Well, if you do wanna talk about it, I’m here, m’kay?” he asks, running his hand down my sheet covered back.

“I know,” I murmur into the soft hair of his chest and place a kiss on his heart for good measure.

We lay in silence for a while. The sound of our breathing and the crinkling of the sheets the only audible sound in the room. My eyes flit to Sebastian’s sleeping figure yet again. The sunlight pouring into our bedroom, filtered by the curtains, painted Sebastian in a golden hue. His hair seemed more brown than usual while his skin shone. His eyes moved beneath his eyelids while his lips upturned into a smile like he was in a beautiful dream.

“You’re staring again honey,” his voice sounded but his eyes were still closed.

“Is that why you were smiling like a lovesick idiot? Because you knew I was staring?” I asked as I leaned in closer to plant butterfly kisses along the column of his neck.

“Mhmm, yeah,” he whispered as he turned to face me.

We stared into each other’s eyes for a beat. I could see the blues and the greens swirl to render emotions. And now, his eyes seemed to mirror the sky; the bluest of blues.

“Breakfast?” he asked as his warm hand cupped my cheek and pushed a strand of hair behind my ear with so much delicacy, it would make angels weep.

“Yeah,” I said as I leaned forward to kiss his nose. He scrunched his face in a retort which made me snort. I knew for sure that nose kisses were his favourite.

“Eggs and bacon?” he asks as he lifts himself off the bed.

“Mhmm,” I hum, distracted by the sight of his bare legs. The muscles shifted and stretched as he picked up his discarded sweatpants off the floor and slid them up to his legs. I had decided that my favourite part of lazy days was that he seemed to forego underwear.

“Honey baby, you need to get up before I throw you over my fucking shoulder,” he growled at my laziness and the fact that I refused to leave the bed.

“But it’s so warm here!” I whined as I rolled around in the sheets some more.

“Come on, brat,” he says as he crawls over to my side and throws me over his shoulder.

I squeal at his actions but lay relatively still as he carries me down the stairs and into the kitchen. He sets me down on an island stool and immediately gets to work, making breakfast.

I watch his back as he shuffles around the kitchen, making eggs and bacon, our favourite. “Why do you keep staring at me?” he suddenly asks. I freeze briefly before going back to casually flipping the paper.

“You’re pretty,” I say as he sets the coffee down in front of me. “And you make me breakfast. Do I really need another reason?”

“This is definitely something else. I can tell,” he says shoving his face in front of the newspaper across the island.

I sigh and close the paper and toss it to the end of the counter while my fingers begin to twitch. I try to look anywhere but him, but his frame fills my vision completely.

“Hey, is everything okay?” he asks, his concerned gaze flitting between my eyes and my fidgeting hands.

“I… There were these comments and-”

“I’ve told you not to read those baby”

“I know, I couldn’t help myself, I guess,” I say, trailing off. He stares at me intently while I stand up and go around him to plate our breakfast.

I feel his arms around my waist before his scent surrounds my senses. I start to feel dizzy with all the love I have for him.

“Baby, I love you. People are always gonna talk but the fact that I love you will never change. Okay?” he asks as he spins me around to face him while his fingers rub circles on my bare waist.

“Okay. I’m sorry,” I say, embarrassed that I let this get to me.

“Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault. People are mean. You can’t really do anything but ignore them.” He says, carrying our plates to the table where he pulls me onto his lap. He buries his face in my neck and takes a deep breath.

“Are you sniffing me?” I ask, turning around to face him with an exasperated look on my face.

“Shut up!” he whines, trying to hide his blush by burying his face even further in my neck.

“Seb, stop! That tickles!” I squeal and pull him away with a tug on his hair.

“Ugh fine. Let’s just eat breakfast so I can get you back to bed and a repeat of last night,” he says, waggling his eyebrows at the end.

I swat his arm away from where it had started to slide down my waist to my thigh.

“For that, you’d have to actually get through breakfast without doing anything.”

“No fair!”

“Life’s not fair, old man. Eat your bacon.”

“Oh, I will!”

“Seb!!”

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liron-ao3 · 2 years

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Fragile

Mickey looks out of the window, a smile tugging on his lips. "Hey, it's snowed, Ian!" he exclaims. It's not that Mickey likes snow, but freezing your ass off out on the street is nicer with a bit of white reflecting the scarce winter light.

Ian doesn't answer from where he's still lying in bed, not even a tired grunt coming from him. Silent Ian is never a good sign, but it got late last night, maybe he's just dog-tired.

Mickey pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and tries to push away the always lingering fear of the meds not fully working. They are a great help, but they aren't magically erasing Ian's illness.

For a long moment, Mickey stays in the in-between of suspicion and knowing. It's a shitty place, but somehow more peaceful than the truth.

He watches the snowflakes silently falling to the ground. The built-up snow is barely touched. It seems so pure, and Mickey wishes he and Ian could hide under a layer of it, a soft blanket of white freezing a good moment for eternity.

Ian would smile and kiss him, cup his cheek and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. Mickey would kill everybody else for so much as suggesting that the words might touch him. Only Ian is allowed to see him like that, to talk to him like that. Sometimes not even him.

Mickey shakes himself out of his thoughts. There's no use in postponing this. He steps to the bed and pulls the duvet off Ian. The following silence and stillness are answer enough.

Fuck!

"Hey, Ian," Mickey starts. They've been here so many times before. It sucks. "Whatcha want for breakfast?" No answer. "Pancakes or scrambled eggs?"

"Not hungry," Ian murmurs.

Mickey huffs a breath of relief. Babysteps.

"Just enough to stomach your meds," Mickey says firmly.

"Not hungry," Ian repeats, still in the same position despite the goosebumps popping up on his bare arms.

"Okay, but don't bitch about it later when you're getting cramps."

Mickey quickly fetches the meds and a glass of water. He sits down next to Ian and nudges him to sit up.

"Don't wanna," Ian hisses.

"Yeah, I don't like it either. But you gotta take them, Ian."

For the first time this morning, Ian's eyes flicker to Mickey, and he could cry at their forlornness. But he bites the inside of his cheek and pulls on Ian until he sits up, leaning heavily against the wall.

Mickey cups his face and runs a thumb over Ian's cheek. His eyes are cast down, and Mickey takes a moment to breathe around the sudden tightness of his throat. He hates seeing Ian like this.

His thumb runs over Ian's lips that part slightly in response. They are the same ones that kissed him breathless last night between giggles and groans.

'It's gonna be okay,' Mickey wants to say, but he knows it's of no use. Of course it will, but this could be a single bad day or the first of a long week or a month of bad days. It doesn't matter. They have to take each one as it comes.

He picks the first pill and touches Ian's bottom lip with it. Ian's mouth falls open on autopilot, and the pill ends up on his tongue. He takes a gulp from the glass that Mickey is holding for him, then takes the second and continues until he has swallowed them all.

Mickey breathes a sigh of relief and forces a smile on his face. He presses a gentle kiss on Ian's lips and gets up off the bed, covering up Ian as best as he can.

"I want eggs and bacon. Join me if you want," he says, trying to sound light but failing miserably. Ian just hums in response and slides down again, turning his back to Mickey, who purses his lips and runs a hand over his face. Maybe the smell of fried bacon will lure him out of bed, who knows?

***

Mickey returns after his lonely breakfast and slides under the blanket, pulling Ian to his chest. He presses a kiss into his hair and closes his eyes when Ian nestles into the crook of his neck. Tears are wetting his skin, and he pulls Ian a little tighter. They'll get through this. Of course they will. But it never feels like it, in the midst of it.

"We could take a walk later," Mickey suggests. He hates senseless strolls, but Ian loves this romantic shit. And a walk through the still gently falling snow doesn't sound that bad. Not if it means that Mickey gets Ian out of the bed, out of his head.

"Too tired," Ian says.

"We could have hot chocolate afterwards. How does that sound? With little marshmallows and all that shit."

Ian snorts, and Mickey's heart beats a little faster for it. "We could get cinnamon at the shop if we wanna be extra fancy, whatcha sayin'?"

The shadow of a smile tugs on Ian's lips, and Mickey jumps at the opportunity. "Come on, tough guy. Let's put your ass into some pants and get outta the house. The snow’s gonna turn grey and yellow if we wait for too long."

Ian mumbles something unintelligible. "What was that?" Mickey asks.

"You're terrible," Ian repeats.

"Yeah, and you love me like that, so, come on." He gets up and pulls Ian with him. He still looks drowsy, but he's sitting up fairly straight. It takes an eternity to get Ian dressed and out into the cold, but Mickey doesn't mind the slow pace, Ian's silence, or that they don't manage to walk that far. It's a small victory.

And later, when they drink the sweetest hot concoction that Mickey ever had the displeasure of drinking, he looks at his man proudly, licks the cream off Ian's lips and beams at him when his mouth twitches into a barely-there smile.

Bipolar is a bitch, but she's one worth fighting against whenever she thinks she can pull his man to the edge. She doesn't know how stubborn Mikhailo Aleksandr Milkovich can be when it comes to the man that he loves.

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honeypirate · 3 years

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His First Kiss

Shouji Mezou x Fem!Reader

Last year of UA

Inspired by my love for this multi-armed boy and the fact that I once fell down in the snow like eight times in one afternoon.

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You were walking from the dorms to the school when your foot slipped in the ice, sending you to your knees. Your tights were ripped but you didnt really care, you were notorious for falling down in the ice and snow and you didnt really mind. You picked yourself back up and dusted off your knees, the wet ice in your tights making your shiver before you finished your walk to the school. Unaware of the eyes on you who were worried until they saw you get up with a smile and continue your walk.

You were running a little late to training, had an issue with your new hero suit you got and ended up taking a while to get it figured out. You were sprinting from the school to training ground beta when you slipped again in the melting snow on the hill you tried to run down. You ended up sliding on your butt all the way to the bottom, laughing the whole way. The same boy caught that fall too, smiling under his mask at the cute sound of your laugh. After training you convince the other girls to sled down the hill on your butts or feet, laughing when Kirishima, Kaminari, and Deku joined you, leading to an impromptu snowball fight, his covered cheeks blushing when you used him to hide from everyone else, his other arms automatically moving to keep you inconspicuous as you waited for Mina to turn before you popped out and shoved a snowball down the back of her shirt. Screaming laughing you grabbed his hand and took off running away from Mina.

After your fun in the snow, your fingers and lips were blue, you felt the cold in your bones and knew you wouldn’t warm up until the next day. He walked next to you as you all walked back to the school, thinking that your red nose and cheeks were so adorable.

After a really hot shower in the school girls locker room you tuck your wet hair under your beanie so it won't freeze when you go outside again. You want to head to the convenience store by the school and already got approval to do so by Aizawa on the condition you go with another student who also asked to go, Shouji.

You were looking up at the clouds because they started to dump out more snow so you didn't notice when you were in the same place you slipped earlier, this time your foot hits the ice and you fall in slow motion, down to your back, catching yourself on your elbows. You chuckle and then sigh, just accepting your fate and deciding to watch the snow fall for a few more moments. The same boy looking out his bedroom window when he saw you fall again, in the same place. He would have gone down if you hadn’t gotten up laughing, he was so curious about you.

You change into a pair of black skinny jeans and a black long sleeve shirt, you make a mental note to pick up a sweatshirt at the store so you wouldn't have to wear your bulky coat anymore, before slipping on your vans. You empty your backpack and put your wallet inside before putting it over your shoulders again, before heading down stairs to wait from Shouji.

“Ready?” he asks and you beam up at the large man, you would be lying if you said you weren’t looking forward to this, he was your crush after all. “Ready!” he nods and opens the door for you, not even realizing you weren't wearing something warmer.

You made it to the store with no incidents, easy conversation flowing between you both. “Do you want to shop together or meet up in 30 minutes? Personally, I would like to shop together. But it’s up to you Shouji” you say as you grab a basket, his cheeks flushing under his mask “together” he says and you smile up at him again, a smile that makes his heart skip.

“What’s your favorite kind of breakfast?” you ask as you turn down the cereal aisle. “My mom used to make very traditional breakfasts growing up but i’m really fond of trix cereal or oatmeal” he says and you chuckle “I like to add egg whites to my oatmeal and flax seed, it’s actually” you huff as you try and reach for your favorite cereal, one that you just snack on and keep in your room, but you couldn't reach the last box in the very back, Shouji smiles at your cute attempt, it looked like you were trying to force your arms to lengthen. “Actually pretty good, with a little maple syrup and almond milk, delicious” he walks over to you and reaches up, easily grabbing the box “maybe you could make me some one day” he says, avoiding your eyes shyly.

“Thank you” you say and place your hand on his closest arm “name the morning Shouji and it’s a date” you smile and his heart flips. His arm was incredibly warm under your touch, warming your fingers through his hoodie. He frowns under his mask when you drop your hand and continue walking down the aisle. “Tomorrow?” he asks and you grin, grabbing a can of oats, “tomorrow it is”

You place your bags in your backpack, putting his in there as well before he can object as he’s paying, when he notices your bag is already on your back again, a smile and blushing cheeks meeting his questioning eyes as he notices his bags are gone. You're halfway back to the school when you realize you forgot a hoodie, your skin finally feeling too cold to handle but it was too late now. You talked a little slower and more controlled so he wouldn't notice your teeth chattering.

You enter the schools gates laughing at one of his stories about kaminari when your foot slips on ice again, the semi melted snow from the morning now frozen under the fresher snow from the day. You almost think you’re done for until his arms are around you, holding you steady. “What is this, the fourth time today?” your cheeks flush “sixth actually” you admit and he shakes his head with a laugh. “I only saw three” he says and you feel your stomach drop in embarrassment. “Sorry you had to witness my clutzyness” he laughs “i admire how you can pop back up with a smile after falling so many times” you shrug in the embrace of four of his arms “most of life isn’t a big deal, it doesn't stop my happiness” you look up into his eyes, your (e/c) ones shining in the twilight of the sunset behind clouds, he’d kiss you if he could.

As you begin to pull away you shiver in his embrace, your teeth chattering as it happens. That’s when he notices you only have on one layer, the cold that was still in your bones from that afternoon seeping into his fingertips from you. “You’re freezing, why aren't you wearing a coat?” he asks and you chuckle “I meant to buy a hoodie today but I forgot. I don't like how bulky my coat is” his arms fall away from you and he swiftly pulls his six armed hoodie off and hands it to you.

“Are you sure?” you ask and he nods, readjusting his mask. You hand him your backpack and he puts it over one of his shoulders. You slip on his tan hoodie and smile as your head pops through. The smell of musk and bergamot fills your nose as you bury it in the neck, you put your arms through the top arm holes and then you shove the other four sleeves inside the hoodie before you look up meeting his eyes. “Thank you Shouji” you whisper, the sound of snow hitting the ground faintly is barely heard over the sound of your beating heart in your ears.

Shouji knew giving it to you was the right decision but a tiny part of him regrets it because now he knows just how gorgeous you looked in his clothes. “You smell amazing by the way” you say as you start walking again. He doesnt know what to say back, his mind blank, head empty other than the fact that you think he! smells! Good! “It’s 1 million lucky” he says in a panic, thinking he was taking too long to respond so he just said the first thing he thought, which was the name of his cologne. “has it brought you any luck?” you ask and he looks over at you, your eyes on the ground in front of you so you don't slip. “Yes. it has” you look over and meet his eye “1 million?” you ask with an amused smirk “at least 1 million, if not more” you laugh “That’s good. I think it’s working for me too. I feel really lucky tonight” you turn your attention back to the sidewalk again, not noticing yourself stray further from your path and closer to him until the back of your fingers brush the backs of his. Your cheeks flush as you move your hand, but decide not to move away from him.

He overthought way too much for his own good, he wanted to grab your hand and hold it but you couldn't find the guts. When you get back to the dorms he opens the door for you again and you smile warmly up at him as you brush past him. You help each other put away your snacks in your cupboards, you shove your cereal back in your backpack. “Do you want some tea?” he asks and you nod “so much yes” he chuckles “go sit on one of the couches and i’ll make us some.

You sit in the middle and pull your feet up, sliding the hoodie around your legs as well as you lean your head back, staring at the ceiling as you wait. Smiling at how nice your evening has been you realize that even the dorms lounge was empty, you couldn't doubt the power of the 1 million lucky cologne.

He hands you a cup of tea and then sits beside you on your left. “Thank you Shouji, this is just what i needed” you take a sip and then just sit with your knees pulled up and your tea warming your hands. You turn your body after a moment to face him more “feel free to not answer this if it’s too personal” you say as you watch one of his hand mouths sip his tea “do you ever eat, drink, whatever, with your mouth mouth?” you say and to make sure he knew what you meant you run your thumb across the edge of his mask against his cheek.

“Sometimes when i’m alone in my room. It’s just a habit by now to not” you nod and then take another sip, the hot liquid warming your tummy. “How about kissing?” you ask and he chuckles, not a new question to him “I uh, I don't know actually. Never had a girl who wanted to kiss me” he says confidentently, not really minding the fact. “No kissing your hand mouth or over the mask or under? That's so shocking to me” he turns his body towards you, his arms coming up to rest against the back of the couch next to you “why is that shocking?” he asks and you smile, looking down into your half empty mug with a blush rising up your neck “because” you whisper and he cocks his head “because?” you finish your tea in once swallow and then set the mug on the side table before you meet his eyes again “because Shouji, you are incredibly handsome, intelligent, strong, kind. I can’t understand how there hasn't been someone you want to kiss” he chuckles, setting his cup next to yours “I said I never had a girl who wanted to kiss me. Not that Inhaven't wanted to kiss a girl” he looks at you so pointedly you feel like he means you “i’m a girl though” you whisper and he cocks his head “and you want to kiss me?” he whispers back and instead of answering you lean slowly forward, pressing your lips to his cloth covered cheek.

He cups your cheek with one of his hands and presses his forehead to yours, you sigh and lean more into him, a smile on your lips and your eyes closed. “Do you promise to keep your eyes closed?” he whispers, his voice a little trembly, “pinky promise and cross my heart” you raise your hand, pinky out and he chuckles, locking his pinky with yours and shaking once. He pulls back and you keep your eyes closed, he can't help but admire how beautiful you are, cheeks flushed and messy hair while you wear his giant hoodie. Slowly he hooks his fingers in his mask, pulling it down to his neck.

You feel sets of his arms move around to hold you, pulling you closer as two of his hands cup your cheeks softly. He watches your smile grow when you feel his breath fan over your face. He leans down and presses his lips to yours, when he pulls back after half a second you frown “again” you say and he laughs “anything for you, love” he whispers, a hair breadth away from touching your lips, sending warm tingles down your spine. He kisses you again and you move, keeping your eyes closed and your lips on his as you reach out, gripping his strong shoulders as you put your leg over his and scoot so you could straddle him.

Four hands rest on your back as two stay on your neck. His lips were soft and plush and his body was warm as he held you to his chest, your lips moving together. His tongue touches your lips and you gasp softly before grinning and letting his tongue enter your mouth at a weird pace. You pull back, keeping your eyes closed and you say “slower, like this” your lips meet again and he lets your tongue in is mouth, slowly moving around his, massaging and twisting your tongue with his in the right ways, your hands buried in his hair as he mons into your mouth.

You bite his bottom lip and pull back, laying your head on his shoulder, snuggling into his neck and lifting the fabric of his mask to press kisses against his soft skin. He hums deep down in his chest as you nip at his pulse point. “Shouji, can I leave a mark?” you ask, your breathing still ragged. He moans out a quiet “yes” breathy as he pants, his heart racing under your lips as you suck on his skin. After a few moments you pull back and kiss his neck over your mark, you feel your way with kisses to make your way back to his lips, kissing him softly before pulling his mask back up, with his help, before you open your eyes and look down at him.

“Shouji” you whisper with a smile, still breathing a little heavily, one of his hands was tangled in your hair still, a few of the sleeves of his hoodie have gone right side out again, you run your hands down his strong chest as you look into his eyes. His pupils were blown and his eyes were shining, the cold in your body forgotten about now that you were warm, his eyes never leaving yours.

He reaches up and tucks your hair behind your ear when it falls into your face. “I’ve had a crush on you since you first walked into class second year. You said ‘i’m y/n l/n and my superpower is knowing the right music to play for any occasion as well as a strength quirk’ you were so captivating. You still are. So beautiful and kind. I keep meaning to ask you to make me a playlist” you laugh and cup his cheek “i can't believe you remember that, it feels like so long ago” he chuckles and you feel the vibrations in your palm on his chest “Mezou” you whisper and watch his eyes brighten, making the butterflies in your stomach triple as you beam at him “I have had a crush on you since the same day, when you let me sit next to you at lunch. You’re so kind and selfless, so gentle. you are ready and willing to risk your life to save anyone no matter what. I’m always so impressed and proud of the hero you’re becoming. And you see me! There are so many loudmouths in our school but you’re always there, never wavering, making me feel important”

He cups your face, thumb brushing against your cheekbone “you are the most important to me. We’ve been friends for years but never close and I feel like I’m to blame for that. I was afraid you’d be scared of me and I didn’t want to ever confirm that fear” you cup both of his cheeks now and smile warmly at him “you could never scare me” he laughs once “you say that now, but you haven’t seen me. I started wearing this mask because in my village they have prejudices against quirks that alter appearances. I scared a little girl and it made me realize I don’t want to scare anyone” you lean forward and kiss his forehead gently “I can’t imagine how that must have made you feel. But I’m telling you with no doubt in my heart, you’ll never scare me. No matter what you look like under your mask. No matter what happens to you.” You lean down and hug yourself to him, “your strong arms around me, make me feel safe. Comfortable. Kissing you, made me feel warm, made my heart race, made me so happy” you lean back up and smile again at him “so whenever you’re comfortable enough with me, whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here.”

His eyes look misty, his hands on your back were tense, his heartbeat was racing under your palms on his chest. “You’re amazing” he whispers “I can’t say how much that truly means to me” you kiss his forehead softly again, you would have kissed his lips if not for his mask up. “Can I kiss you again?” He whispers and then clears his throat, his eyebrows furrowed “yes please” you say and close your eyes, reaching up and pulling his mask down gently as his hands bury in your hair again and cup your cheeks to guide your lips to his own.

After talking for hours you end up falling asleep together on the couch, his warm arms surround you and holding you in place against his side and chest. You woke up to the sound of stomping above you, Bakugou had woken up and he was a heavy walker. You look up at the man who’s arms you were in and smile, he was still asleep and his face was so soft and adorable, his hair was a mess and his mask was askew, showing the hickey you made last night. You chuckle and brush your fingers over the mark. “Mezou” you whisper and watch as his eyes scrunch before he takes a huge deep breath and his eyes flutter open and look at you, his sweet beautiful girl looking up into his eyes, his heart melted.

“Good morning handsome” you say and he chuckles “good morning sweetheart” he says back, his voice still coated with sleep, it was deep and husky and gave you goosebumps. “We should get up before someone finds us here” he groans and holds you tighter “let them find us” you laugh and kiss his chest “we have class too” he groans again and then releases you “you’re right” you stand together and he doesn’t let go of your hand until you get to your door where he pulls you into a hug. “So are we? Uh are you?... uhm” He's flustered, unsure if you’re together, if he has to clarify that he wants to be with you, or if you don’t want to be with him, you chuckle and look up at him “Mezou, do you want to be together?” He nods and you beam up at him “good! Me too! So now that that’s taken care of.. walk me to class?” He laughs and nods again “of course, I’ll come back when I’m ready” he presses his mask covered lips to your forehead and you blush “okay. Sounds perfect” you whisper, you keep a hold of his hand until he’s at the end of his arm length, your fingers holding you together until you reluctantly relax the tips of your fingers and let your hand fall down to your side as he chuckles softly, winking at you before you close the door of your room. Sighing in happiness and taking a moment to think about last night, before hurrying and getting ready for your day, not even remembering you were supposed to make him breakfast until you were sitting next to him at lunch.

#shouji x yn #shouji x you #shouji mezou #shouji x reader #bnha shouji #mha shouji #mha shoji #shoji x you #shoji fluff #shoji mezo #shoji x reader #mezo shoji x y/n #mha fanfiction #mha x y/n #mha x reader #bnha fanfiction #bnha x fem!reader #bnha x you

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fayeimara · 3 years

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Sakusa Kiyoomi || Small Moments

SUMMARY. You're looking forward to the first date you and Sakusa have had in a little while thanks to both of your busy schedules when Kiyo seems reluctant to go.

PAIRING. Sakusa Kiyoomi x you

GENRE. Pure Fluff

WARNINGS. Potentially suggestive

Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains of your bedroom's bay windows, casting a glow over your eyelids just before you completely rouse from your sleep. Eyes still closed, as your awareness slowly slips in, your hand curls back in towards you, seeking the warmth emanating from the arm wrapped tight around your waist.

The unmistakable heat of your boyfriend becomes more prevalent, urging you to wiggle backwards ever so slightly and close the remaining gap between your bodies. Sliding your hand from its landed spot on Kiyoomi's toned forearm down to his hand to twine your finger with his, your eyes finally open to the rays and land on the rainbow pattern splayed on the white silk of your pillow.

Today you and Sakusa will be spending a long awaited day together, out on a classic date that you have both been denied in recent weeks thanks, in part, to each of your demanding schedules. Just as a lazy but delighted smile stretches your lips, you feel him stir behind you only to giggle as he leans his head to nuzzle into your neck with a light groan.

His hand shifts against you when you turn to face him, sliding just to help his arm keep its position around you as you move, and then you're looking into shadowed eyes that study you in return. He doesn't say anything for a minute, long enough to make you feel uncharacteristically shy and duck your head down into his chest, burrowing into what has long become your favourite place to hide in these small moments.

But it seems that's the spark which finally compels Kiyo to move his arm from his coveted spot around you, but only for a moment, as his fingers find your cheek and feather down to follow the curve of your jaw before tilting your head back up to face him. You don't provide any resistance, already reaching up with your face and hands, the latter seeking purchase in his soft locks as he places the lightest kiss against your wanting lips.

Both of you pulling away, Kiyoomi with a small smile and you with a flirty smirk, you bid each other good morning. Another one of those small moments you cherish, to be able to enjoy the constant familiarity of your boyfriend waking up next to you but this time during a rare, slow morning where you both can indulge in its indolence.

The moment passes seemingly as quickly as it swept in as restlessness soaks into your skin, compelling movement as you once again begin to contemplate your planned activities for your date with Kiyo today. You're looking forward to spending the day with him in the sun, having planned a spot for a picnic lunch before taking a stroll through the sprawling park. You also have reservations for the night at a special, upscale restaurant that will meet both his standards and yours, with a stunning view of the city laid out beneath you.

You pull away from Sakusa with another chaste kiss, even as he gently tries to persuade you to stay a little longer, and pad into the washroom to brush your teeth and wash up for the day. Eyeing Sakusa's features in the mirror as he follows you in, you don't address his hesitant but prickly demeanor, smiling at him brightly instead as you finish up before heading out through the room and halls and into your kitchen.

A pot of French press is prepared without thought, the motions an ingrained habit by now, as you pull out ingredients from the fridge to prepare the smoked salmon eggs benedict for your brunch. Setting up the mise en place, Kiyo is soon beside you to help with the hollandaise and eggs, nudging you out of the way with his hip until you give in and retreat from the stove.

Perching on the bar stools lined up with the kitchen island, you pour out the coffee into two mugs, doctoring each to your respective tastes before pushing his across the counter towards him with the tips of your fingers at its base.

You've barely exchanged more than whispered words of good morning but you're so attuned to him, you know there's something waiting at the tip of his tongue, a reluctance that's tangible to you due to years of picking up on his tells.

Sakusa stares into the pale yellow swirl of the sauce he's stirring as he debates how to bring up the thought on his mind. You've been looking forward to this day for weeks, he has as well, it's just that now it's finally arrived... he'd like nothing better than to follow the pace that seemed fated from the very start of your day together.

His schedule has been grueling and he wants nothing more to curl up with you at home and enjoy a lazy day indoors, not head out into the crush of the weekend crowd in uncontrolled environments where he'll likely be on constant guard. Here, everything is safe and comfortable, clean and devoid of all distractions but the woman he loves.

Low on energy and conflicted at the thought of being selfish by voicing his own desires, he decides to keep quiet and follow the activities you have planned for the two of you today. If nothing else, the breathtaking smile of joy that lights your face will be worth the compromise.

Turning away to the island to place the poached eggs on the English muffins, he can't help but glance your way to study your expression. He doesn't expect to meet your eyes, finding you watching him with a small, wry smile as you stand and lean forward to add the smoked salmon atop the eggs, so he freezes momentarily before turning back to exchange the items in his hand for the pot of hollandaise.

"Omi." Your voice breaks the easy, thoughtful silence permeating the kitchen as he spoons the sauce over the salmon and sprinkles a dusting of chives to finish the brunch you'd started. You only call him by that nickname when you're neutral, likely coaxing for information that you're sure he's withholding.

After another beat, his deep voice finally filters at its usual calm, steady volume, "Yes, sweetheart?"

He still doesn't meet your eyes and you resort to your most cajoling tone, softly and sweetly asking, "Is there something you want to tell me?"

"Brunch is ready?" His eyes lift to yours then, with a teasing glint and a slight smirk to match curving his lips.

"Hm."

He takes your plate and his to the breakfast table in its spacious nook, surrounded by windows on three sides that allow the warm sunlight to caress your skin as you follow to your seat with the coffees and cutlery.

The first bite melts in your mouth with perfect heat, the mix of flavours prompting you to close your eyes and hum in appreciation. When you open them again, you catch Kiyo with his fork paused on its ascent to his mouth, staring at you with widened eyes before blinking as if to unfreeze.

You let out an amused laugh when his own hum follows shortly after. It's a nice moment but-

"Kiyo-"

"I don't know where you picked this up as a favourite, but I'm so glad you did." Cutting in, he compliments your choice of meal between bites.

You can't help it when another smirk slides over your lips, "Well, I am a loyalist. I hold on tight when I find something I love.

You and Kiyo connect eyes yet again and share a sweet smile at your words in yet another small moment that exists just for the two of you.

The third time's the charm, clearly, because his deflections work and you drop the subject for the rest of your brunch. Considering the scarcity of the time you were able to steal away together these past weeks, your morning meal is soon filled with funny anecdotes that slipped between the cracks and thoughtful insights regarding the events of your friends and family that you both continue to be looped in on.

It's not until early afternoon, as you've slipped into a breezy summer outfit - complete with a flowing thigh-length dress, floppy hat, and strappy sandals, you find Sakusa slowly packing your purse with his small trove of sanitary supplies.

You lean against the door frame to study him as he moves so fluidly, elegant even in the sweats and shirt he still hasn't changed out of since his morning shower. Your plans for your date flicker through your thoughts for a moment, pulling at you with an intense mix of longing and excitement.

It's not as powerful as your new desire though, as you want more than anything to continue seeing Kiyoomi's smiles today. That's what you had in mind when you planned your date, to have him find joy and contentment with you in the quiet, private corners of your world.

Sakusa looks up behind him when he hears the bathroom door shut. He didn't realize you'd stepped out and wonders if you'd forgotten something. Finished with packing your purse with both his and your supplies, he moves to the closet to prepare his clothes for the outing when the door opens again and you exit with a smile on your face. But instead of the expected outfit for your date, you're wearing your most comfortable lounge clothes.

"What's wrong, love?" He moves towards you without hesitation, concern deepening his tone.

You raise an eyebrow and ask him with a soft smile still curving your lips, "You tell me, Kiyo."

Stopping with his hand cupping your cheek as he looks down to meet your warm, inviting gaze, he breathes out a low, "How did you know?"

"Oh, baby... I've told you never to hold back your true feelings." You softly admonish.

What if you hadn't picked up on enough of the right cues? What if you enjoyed a date that only made Kiyo miserable because he sacrificed his urge to honour the plans you'd made together for the day even though what he wanted had changed?

Sakusa feels a mix of guilt and relief like a hit to the gut as he realizes he only just confirmed your suspicions. What could he have done differently so you wouldn't have realized his change of heart? So you wouldn't have to be the one making the sacrifice instead?

"Kiyo.." Your voice calls him out of his thoughts and he catches the loving smile that hasn't left your face once since you exited from the bathroom.

"Baby.. You know what I'm thinking?" Your eyes sparkle with a new excitement, no- with a mischievous, playful intent.

"What?"

"I'm thinking we have a certain season to binge watch and some new video games to try. I'm thinking of how good the takeout was from the sushi restaurant that delivered to us last month. And I'm thinking today would be a perfect day to cuddle on the couch like we have nowhere to be and time is infinite in our little bubble."

Sakusa still hesitates, even though there's no doubting your genuine tone he still can't help but ask, "Are you sure, love?" "I'm absolutely certain."

Using the hand still resting gently on your cheek, he tilts your head as he leans down to drop a soft kiss to your lips. The two of you don't pull away until you're both breathless and unable to stop your mutual smiles from spilling onto your lips. This was it. This smile of his that you so badly wanted to draw out.

That's how you both end up spending the rest of the afternoon painting exactly the picture you envisioned. You bring another round of coffees to the couch as he selects the show you mentioned and, pulling one of the plush throws over your legs, you snuggle into his side to watch.

Over the course of the next couple hours, you two easily push and pull like magnets every time you readjust your positions, from the upright one where you're tucked into him to you both stretching out for you to lie down on him, his chest pillowing your head as his arm returns to its favourite place. When hunger begins to intrude in the late afternoon, you put together plates of both his and your favourite snacks, sitting back up to consume them as the sun begins to peek in through the windows on the opposite side of your house.

When you take a break from the TV, sitting at the table with your respective beverages of choice, you play one of your favourite board games with music from your shared playlist filtering in the background. The lights in the house are slowly turned on as you both move about, from the kitchen, to the living room, to the dining table in between, over the course of your unhurried hours.

By evening, you've started a puzzle together but leave it on the table unfinished when Sakusa still hasn't returned from the kitchen, going in search of him instead. When you find him washing the dishes that have begin to neatly stack on one side of the divided sink, you have him drop everything and clean his hands before tugging him away.

"No chores, Kiyo!"

"They're dirty."

"It's a lazy day." You give him a pout that he can't refuse and he's the one to give in here.

Instead, he whips the towel on the counter and, as the song just changes into a slow one you would have usually skipped, he grabs your hand to pull you into him. You don't resist at all, reaching around him to return the hug you think he's giving, but his other hand comes to rest on your waist and it's soon joined by the first. You're the one to find yourself frozen this time, hands having risen to rest on his chest by pure coincidence even before you fully realized Sakusa Kiyoomi is slow dancing with you in the kitchen.

"Wha-" You stop the question ready to drop from your lips when you meet his eyes. The answer is as obvious as the mirth mixed with something softer in his replying gaze.

He would only ever do this for you. Step out of his comfort zones in ways that would have been completely inconceivable before he met you. Before he spent the years he has with you. Before you made him realize making these small choices for the ones you love, to be able to share these small moments that he could never have previously dreamed, aren't actually a sacrifice after all.

It's likely not a long time the two of you spend dancing between the kitchen, dining room, and living room, but at least three songs have passed before he gently tilts you back onto the couch just as the doorbell rings to indicate the arrival of your dinner.

Leaving you to clear the space on the coffee table, Kiyo arranges the food into various plates that are then loaded onto a tray to be brought into the living room. So begins round two of your TV binge, picking up mid-season to finish the latter half of the show while you enjoy feeding each other. Another feat that would be impossible for him with anyone else but a true joy to be able to share with you.

You clean up after the two of you finish, leaving him to pick the next game. When you return to the couch and see he's picked your favourite, you can't help but challenge him with a smirk.

"Oh, baby, you know I'm going to ruin you. Are you sure you want to play this?"

His dark eyes meet yours and even though his expression is almost unreadable, his eyes express the same teasing light that soaks his tone, "Sweetheart... you've already ruined me."

You don't know whether to laugh or not because as much as he intends to tease there's definitely truth there, but also a benediction that conveys what he truly means.

So you respond instead by adding your truth to his, "We've ruined each other, haven't we?"

"Only in the best ways, love."

Holding his warm gaze for another small moment, you bite your lip to hold back the wide delighted smile that threatens to spill out before he reaches for your wrist to finally tug you down to him. You end up sprawled on his lap but fix your position when he hands you the second controller.

Soon after the game starts, neither of you can say who poked whom first or nudged the other's elbow, or even who was the first to boldly tickle the other in order to gain advantage in the game. You're laughing as he pulls you onto his lap, arms coming around you to restrain your own movements as you call out to the unfairness of his tactic.

Throwing your weight back on him to push him deeper into the soft cushions of the couch, you strain to reach his neck with sloppy kisses and little love bites, your only counter to his cheating measures. Neither you nor Sakusa end up winning the game when your endeavour succeeds in pulling his attention from the screen to your sparkling eyes and that perfect smile he so desired to see.

This time, when you kiss, it's before either of you have even thought of or committed to the action, so naturally do your lips simply meet between you.

The remainder of the night is marked by these simple, lazy exchanges of your love. The TV eventually falling to rest and allowing the music still crooning in the background to create its hazy ambience yet again.

The last thing you remember as you lie entwined with Kiyo on your living room couch, exploring each other with kisses and caresses, intimate gazes and whispered words, is the final small moment of the day. A small kiss just behind your ear preceding the three little words that he faithfully declares every day since the first time they fell from his lips.

"I love you."

A/N: Sorry for kind of tricking you @yourstarvic! I know you requested either date or lazy day and I thought.. what if I wrote you and Sakusa on a date and then enjoying a lazy Sunday following? Then, I thought... what if you didn't get the date you expected but the lazy day was all the more special for it? Slightly inspired by mine and my bf's lazy days that we've never let each other regret therefore not completely original but they say write what you know lol so I hope you like it! And because you have a special place in my heart as my very first scenario request ever, I have a little surprise for you here :) <3

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bilbobagginsbrainrotblog · 3 years

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Bagginses of Bag End, 1, 3, or 6?

!!!! thank you SO SO much for all the wonderful prompts you sent in! They're all adorable and I'm gonna get to them all in chronological order!!

Here is the first one! I didn't manage to squeeze "bonfire" in there but I hope you like it anyway :) I'll also put it under the readmore in case you don't wanna go to A03!

There was a cold draft whistling about the bedroom when Bilbo awoke, startling him out of light dreams. The windowpane was fogged, and dew seemed to have seeped into the room. A cold white September mist was gathered about Bag End, wrapping it in the hazey embrace of an early autumn chill. Bilbo rose and stretched, feeling the knots of sleep reluctantly work themselves out. He tied on his dressing gown and, out of habit, reached for the bedside table where he kept his magic ring- tucked neatly behind a pouch of pipeweed- and as he did so something struck his senses.

A warm, familiar smell- the smell of coffee, drifting in from the hall. But that couldn’t be right- he peered out the window again. It was still very early, not even dawn yet. He had been up late the night before preparing things; bacon and sausage and eggs, and gravy and marmalade and pans of warm scones ready for the oven- all in preparation for a breakfast he was still an hour from needing to worry about. So where was that smell coming from?

Quietly, he slipped out of the bedroom and crept two doors down. The guest room he had prepared for Frodo seemed occupied- the blankets were rumpled around a prone lump in the bed, and the pillows were in a disarray. Now even more confused, he continued on- coming to a stop at the kitchen entrance.

His young cousin was at the stove, his back to Bilbo, stirring a pot of bubbling gravy that seemed on the verge of crystallization. To his left bacon smoldered in a pan and a plate of finished eggs lay steaming beneath a half-opened window, and above it all the intoxicating aroma of coffee swirled about the space.

“Well, well, well.” Said Bilbo, and was rewarded with a “clang!” as Frodo jumped and dropped the spoon he was holding, “and here I wondered if thieves had broken in and decided to have a cup of tea while they worked.”

His nephew turned, looking half bashful and half annoyed.

“And I was being so quiet, too.” He huffed, “I’d really hoped the pillow trick would fool you, and I could wake you up when everything was done.” He motioned to the opened window with a retrieved spoon- “I even cracked the window in the hopes you wouldn’t smell it.”

“Yes, well that would explain why it’s so freezing cold.” Bilbo nodded, and pulled his robe tighter around his shoulders. “But I’m afraid great minds think alike my lad.” He moved past him to rescue the bacon from off the stove as he spoke, no longer able to stand watching it blacken.

“Well, it’s nearly done anyway.” Said Frodo, with a hint of pride in his voice, “If you’ll fix us both a plate, I’ll make the coffee.”

******

Before long everything was served. Frodo put down two steaming mugs of coffee just as Bilbo sat down to his plate.

“You must let me know how everything is.” Frodo insisted, and Bilbo was glad he had said it, because right at that minute the first forkful of eggs reached his mouth.

They were terrible.

Bilbo took careful pains to look very thoughtful, and not at all sickened, as he chewed. They were overdone, under seasoned, and...somehow rubbery?

“Well?” Asked Frodo, his eyes practically shining, “those were my second attempt.”

Bilbo swallowed, smiling with some effort as he pondered what kind of damage had been done to his larder.

“They’re remarkable.” He said (and meant it), “You’ve got the makings of quite a cook.”

“Good! I’m so glad.” Said Frodo, “Try the gravy next.”

“Oh I will, I will,” Said Bilbo, casting a dubious eye at it, “But first, er- before I forget- thank you for all this.” he said, “Whatever got it into your head to do it? You are a guest, you know.”

Frodo leaned back into his chair, cradling his mug in front of him,

“I wanted to thank you.” He said seriously,

“For what?” Asked Bilbo, stabbing at a forkful of bacon (even burned bacon being nearly impossible to ruin), “I haven’t even given you a present yet.”

“For letting me stay here for our birthday.” Said Frodo, “I’ve really enjoyed it. It’s not at all like birthdays at Brandy Hall.”

Bilbo tried not to frown around his forkful, as he swallowed it down with some effort.

“Is there something wrong with Brandy Hall?” He asked, seriously, “You do- I mean, you are happy there aren’t you?”

Frodo smiled wryly, “Oh I am, and I don’t mean to sound ungrateful.” He said quickly, “They’re wonderful to me there, and it was very kind of them to take me in. But you can feel so...lost in the mix, I suppose. Especially on birthdays, with them happening so often, and with so many people to get presents for. But here it’s more...I’m not sure. Special, I suppose. Reminds me of…”

He trailed off, shrugging, and took a sip of his coffee. Bilbo did the same, and then he said,

“Well then! I couldn’t agree more. We will have to make a tradition, won’t we?”

“Can we?!” Asked Frodo quickly, and then, remembering himself, he settled back down, “I’d like that- if it’s no burden on you of course. I’d hate to take advantage.”

“To have a fine cook like you about, I’d say it’s an excellent tradeoff.” Laughed Bilbo, and bit into a stone of a scone, washing it down with a long sip from his mug.

The coffee, at least, was wonderful.

#these are super fun! and i'm still taking them if anyone has other requests #though of course i'm gonna go in order of recieved #newsiegirlscout #bilbo baggins brainrot hours #bilbo baggins #frodo baggins #baggins of bag end #writing prompts #my writing #lotr #the hobbit #lord of the rings

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marilynsweet · 3 years

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WITCH AU: Red

Part 2/3,the first part is “The Witch’s House.”

General warning for PG-13 esque stuff, I don’t wanna spoil too much;;

The gentle glow of the sunrise glimmered through the curtains. The window, closed, kept out the freezing air. The icy chill of late autumn had begun to set in, though there was warmth in the room. Scents of fresh greenery permeated the air.

Asriel’s eyes opened, finding himself staring up at the ceiling. His arms rested above his head.

After taking a few moments to stir himself from slumber, he sat up, rubbing his eyes.

He’d been here for about two months. The lack of such a busy lifestyle had made this place seem like paradise; he’d grown used to the quiet chirping of the birds in the woods, the sound of wind rustling through the tree’s branches, and the sounds of the goats and chickens outside each morning. His injuries had healed to the point where the only thing that irritated them was sudden quick movement. Frostbite trusted him on his own, now, to not hurt himself trying to do too much.

After a quick change of clothes, Asriel made his way out of his room and into the kitchen. The wood stove contained the soft embers of the previous night’s fire. Though it was still warm, a chill had spread through the house. Asriel took it upon himself to add another log and some twigs to reignite it.

His attention was grabbed by the sound of a THWACK! outside. Curious, Asriel took his boots from the mat by the door, laced them, and headed outside.

His breath fogged before him, and icy frost decorated the outside world in white crystals. The grass crunched beneath his feet, and sunlight sparkled through the few remaining leaves upon the trees. Two black goats trotted across the yard, along with a small flock of chickens. The thwack interrupted the air again, and Asriel followed the sound around to the side of the house.

There, he found Frostbite. She had laid her cloak across a stack of cut logs, and her arms had slipped out of her wide-necked shirt, the sleeves tied neatly behind her to keep it in place. In her hands, she held a woodcutter’s axe, and she stood in front of a pile of uncut logs. She had taken one log, and placed it upon the trunk of a long-dead tree.

He noticed black markings and symbols decorating her arms. Her arms themselves were toned by years of hard work and turmoil. She swung the axe, Asriel noticing the outline of her muscles in the movement, and slicing the log before her in two with another thwack!

He shook himself out of his staring, suddenly aware of the heat in his face. He took a deep breath, turning away from the scene to watch the goats, trying to purge the pink in his cheeks.

“You still can’t sneak as well as you think you can!”

Asriel perked, turning back to the scene to see Frostbite facing him, running a hand through her hair. Her breath fogged up quickly, sending clouds into the frosty air as she caught her breath. She swung the axe into the trunk, where she let it rest.

“Just came to see what you were doing!” Asriel replied, watching her retrieve her cloak and untie her sleeves. She slipped her arms into them, and then clipped her cloak back around her shoulders.

“Yeah? Wanna help me feed the goats?” Frostbite asked when she approached, offering him a smile. Her cheeks were flushed from her previous efforts, and she again ran a hand through her hair.

“Sure!”

She walked across the yard towards a small shed. Asriel had helped her build it about a month ago, to store the animals’ feed somewhere other than her bedroom. Following, Asriel watched her drag out a heavy canvas bag, pulling it open.

“Need help?” He asked, and she shook her head.

“I got it,” she replied, heaving it into her arms to get a better grip on it. “I’ll carry, you dispense.”

They made their way over to the wooden trough, worn through years of usage. There, Asriel helped Frostbite lay out a batch of alfalfa, and the two goats came trotting over.

“I’ll have to get more of that,” she murmured, closing up the bag. “They seem to love it.”

They returned the bag to the shed. Their footsteps left prints in the frost, and the sun was beginning to rise further against the tall trees. Beautiful reds and oranges and pinks decorated the sky, along with shadowed clouds.

“I fed the chickens earlier,” Frostbite stated, tossing her hair to move it back in place over her right eye. Her hair was smooth, shining in the gentle morning light. Her amber eyes glowed with that same shimmer. She took the heavy board hanging on the shed and swung it forward over the door to keep it shut tightly.

Asriel shook himself again, blinking as if awakened from a trance.

“You alright? You keep spacing out,” Frostbite asked, though she walked back towards the house. She motioned towards it with her head, indicating he should follow.

“Yeah— Yeah! I’m alright, I… I think I had a weird dream last night. I just… don’t remember anything about it,” Asriel replied, walking after her. “I think it threw me off.”

The kitchen had been warmed in their absence as the log caught fire in the stove. The chilled air was left behind when the front door closed.

“How long have you been awake?” Asriel asked as Frostbite sunk into one of the chairs at the table, stretching her arms above her head. She seemed tired.

“A few hours,” she murmured with a yawn. “That wood wasn’t going to cut itself, it has to be done before the snow comes.”

“I could’ve helped—!”

“No. I want to be sure your neck isn’t going to act up again before I let you exhort that much energy,” Frostbite replied quickly, before he could retort. “I’m not taking the risk of you hurting yourself again.”

Asriel couldn’t think of a retort to that.

“I’m going to gather eggs for breakfast in a bit, then I’ll make something. Bread should still be fresh.”

“I can make breakfast, if you need a break! I know how to make eggs!” Asriel replied, perked and eager to help.

A small smile crossed her face as she leaned back into her chair, running a hand through her hair. She took a deep breath before letting it out.

“Fine,” she murmured, sitting back up to look over at him. “But don’t hurt yourself!”

“I won’t!” Asriel replied, and before she could get up or retort, he had already headed outside.

When Asriel returned, Frostbite wasn’t at the table.

“Frostbite?” He called out, setting the eggs into the designated basket on the wooden counter.

No reply, but he could smell the faint whiff of a freshly lit candle.

Curiosity sparked in him as he looked over to the stairs. In his time here, he had never been upstairs. Frostbite had moved her things from his room to hers once she had made room for them, but he hadn’t been able to help because of his injury. Now, he was curious.

Tentatively, he took hold of the railing and began to climb the stairs.

When he reached the top, he was taken aback by the room. Two walls were entirely covered by bookshelves, upon which rested more than books. Crystals, jars, plants, and small chests. A bed lay on top of a rug on the wooden floor, above which was hung a wooden ring, decorated with feathers and strung with pink blossoms he hadn’t seen anywhere in the village. Above that, a hand-carved moon cycle was hung in an arch. Candles were placed upon the bedside tables, as well as on empty shelves. To his left, a wardrobe was pushed against the wall, in a hollowed out area of the shelved wall. Plants hung in hangers around the ceiling, in strange balls with what looked to be small trees and ivies sprouting from them. To the right, Asriel found Frostbite.

She was sitting on a cushion next to a low table. The table was set against the wall, with an open ornate box sitting upon it. There was a statue of a woman holding a staff, a closed book, a wooden cup, a variety of crystals set into an arch, and a rainbow of colored candles upon the table. Asriel noticed that only the red and pink ones were lit.

Frostbite sat cross-legged, with her hands in her lap. Upon approaching, Asriel noticed her eyes were closed.

“You should really knock before entering someone’s room,” she said without moving. “I could hear you.”

“What are you..?”

“Meditating,” Frostbite replied, again not moving. “I’ll be down soon.”

Asriel chose not to comment, only staying for a few more moments before heading back downstairs.

The room was quiet, but Asriel quickly set to work preparing breakfast. About halfway through, he heard the padding of footsteps on wood.

“Surprised you went to find me,” Frostbite said, and Asriel heard her moving a chair.

“I could smell the candles — wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“...I assure you, I can handle myself, don’t worry,” she replied, and Asriel could almost sense the smile on her face. “Breakfast smells wonderful.”

“I picked up on a few things from my mother,” Asriel replied, taking two plates from the cabinet. “She taught me how to cook.”

“Impressed, I am. Not many seem to know how, aside from the women in the village.”

“Eh, mother thought I should know, and I enjoyed it.”

Asriel was done quickly - eggs didn’t take too long to cook, nor did slicing bread - and returned to the table. He set a plate before Frostbite, and then himself, before sitting across from her at the table.

“How’s your neck?” Frostbite asked, watching him eat for a few moments.

“It’s fine, better than it was. It only hurts now if I do something like jerk it to the side too quickly.”

She nodded, before divulging in her own food. Asriel took notice of how her ears pricked at the first bite.

“You did very good,” she said, causing a smile to cross Asriel’s face and pink to flush his cheeks.

“Thank you! It’s, ah… it’s been a while,” he said a bit sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I might just keep you around!” Frostbite said with a small giggle, and Asriel perked upon hearing her laughter.

“I’d hope so! I do like it here!” He said, returning to his own food. “I figure I should at least try to do something.”

“You can help me bring water back to the house and stack the logs, how’s that sound, hm?” Frostbite said, shooting him a smile. “You can do that.”

“Of course! But you need to finish eating! Gives energy for hard work.”

Frostbite rolled her eyes, snorting.

“I wouldn’t let such a good meal go to waste,” she joked with a small smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll finish it.”

The rest of the day was busy. Asriel helped Frostbite with the wood, with her cutting the logs and him stacking them up against the side of the house in a way that would keep them the driest. Asriel was in awe of her strength and efficiency, and more than once Frostbite had to remind him that the logs wouldn’t stack themselves. By the time the afternoon came, the final log had been split, and they had a sizable stack against the house.

After the wood, Frostbite took him into the forest, along a well-beaten path she had traveled many times. She carried with her two sturdy buckets, as well as some jars. From the house, she led him deep into the woods, where Asriel was able to take in the fresh breezes and chirping of the birds. Clouds drifted across the bright blue sky, visible through the branches above. Winter was coming - the clouds were gathered in larger and larger clumps.

Deep in the woods, they stopped at a creek. The water was clear and fresh. Occasionally, a fish would swim by. The pebbles were visible in the bottom, along with tall grasses along the banks and stepping stones that peeked out of the water. Frostbite took the buckets and walked out onto the stepping stones, again leaving her cloak behind, draped over a dry rock on the bank. She rolled up her sleeves, crouched upon the rock whilst balancing on her toes, and dunked the bucket under the water. Asriel assumed that to be the deepest part of the creek.

She did this with both buckets, Asriel helping by filling up the jars. Their breath fogged in the chilled air, the cold nipping at their wet hands and making them shiver. After filling their containers, they made the hike back to the house. Frostbite carried the buckets, Asriel asking many times if she needed help, to which she simply shook her head.

At the house, Frostbite dumped the water into an airtight barrel, kept in a cabinet under the stairs, so well-hidden Asriel hadn’t known it was there until she had first shown it to him. Many hikes and many hours later, they eventually had filled four barrels, stashed safely in the cubby.

Night seemed to come quickly with the hard work of the day, the darkness spreading over the woods. An occasional star would dot the sky through the gathering clouds, and the cold sunk deeper into the air.

After a hot meal and a change of clothes, Asriel sat on the floor next to Frostbite’s bed. Frostbite had lit her red candles again, though he didn’t ask why. A few rose petals lie upon her table by the wall.

She had a hand on either side of his head, gently tilting it either way to gauge the healing process. The rope burns had long scarred over, but the internals had taken much longer to heal.

“This doesn’t hurt, does it?” She asked softly, and Asriel shook his head.

“Feels better and better every day,” he said, feeling her lean his head back.

“You’ve got a leaf,” she murmured, and he felt her pick something from his hair.

“Thanks.”

Frostbite didn’t reply, though she did shift her hands to his neck, and her touch was soft. One of her hands was roughened by age-old burn scars, and the other soft and smooth. He guessed that was because of the glove she wore to protect it.

There was a mild discomfort when she pressed against the back of his neck to feel the bone, but nothing he couldn’t bear.

“You’ve healed well,” he heard her murmur, though her hands let go of him after a few moments.

“That’s good to hear — means I’m not going to be unable to do anything forever!” Asriel said with a soft chuckle, lifting his head to look up at Frostbite. His head was about level with her knees, from where she sat cross-legged on the bed.

He noticed her shifting her hands in her lap,

“Frostbite?”

She wasn’t looking at him, seeming deep in thought. He didn’t like the look of reluctance on her face.

Before he could ask again, she slid off the bed and walked over to her table by the wall. Confused, Asriel stood up, following after her.

“Hey— Frostbite, what’s wrong?”

She didn’t answer, taking one of the rose petals in her palms.

“...You’re going to want to leave,” she murmured after a long silence. “You’re going to want to go back. You’ve healed - why stay?”

Asriel felt his heart sink at the heartbreak in her voice.

He hadn’t considered that. Yes, he had missed home, but he hadn’t been thinking of the day that he’d leave. Maybe every now and then, he’d consider it, but the thought never came to him that it would come to pass.

He felt a tug on his heartstrings. Frostbite was refusing to look at him, running a thumb along the delicate rose petal in her hand.

“...I won’t make you stay,” she muttered. “I’m not going to keep you hostage, force you to live here. I know your beliefs conflict with mine. I know you have family elsewhere. I know you miss home. I just…”

Asriel noticed her hands shaking as she tightened her grip upon the petal, crushing it in her palm. He was lost for words. What could he say that wouldn’t make it worse? However, it was the next words that took his breath from his chest.

“...I love you.”

His cheeks flushed with heat. Before he knew it, she had grabbed the front of his shirt, pulled him down, and kissed him.

Asriel was taken aback. Unable to think, to move, for a long moment. His eyes were wide, and he felt stiff all over, frozen in shock. However, he didn’t push her off of him.

She was soft and gentle, the grip on his shirt loosening.

Frostbite let go of him after a long while, slowly, almost seeming shocked by her actions. Silence fell, once more, broken only by the chirping of crickets outside and the hooting of owls in the distance. The moonlight shimmered through the curtains, illuminating the room in a soft glow.

There was a fluttering in his chest he hadn’t felt before. Butterflies filled his stomach in a swarm. He raised a hand, and touched his lips.

Had that just happened?

Frostbite stood in silence, not looking at him, but at a spot past him, seeming to consider her next words very carefully. She bit her lip, trying to find the words.

After a few moments, she began to speak.

“...I’m sor—“

However, before she could finish, Asriel had taken her face in his hands and returned her kiss. Though the butterflies swarmed, though his heart raced, his mind told him one thing, and one thing only:

I love you, too.

Though his eyes closed, he could feel her run her hands along his shoulders, pulling him closer. One of her hands trailed into the hair on the back of his head, the other moving to wrap her arm around his neck.

Though he had to let go of her face to do so, his hands moved to her waist, holding her close as the kiss broke apart. He instead moved to press slow kisses against her cheek, then jaw, neck, collarbone, and then exposed shoulder. She leaned her head back, giving him more room. Every new kiss against her skin prompted her to grip him tighter, hold him closer.

I need you.

Her touch was gentle against him. In turn, her skin was soft against his hands. Burn scars be damned, the feel of soft flesh wasn’t only foreign to him, but it was addictive. He hadn’t felt anything like it. A lover’s caress, a kiss, holding and being held. The way she held him tight, the way her hands traveled across him, the way they seemed to just… fit together. The way her hands ran through his hair, holding him closer, longing for his touch, his kiss. The shivers down her spine when he buried himself into her neck, the feeling of his touch, the need for him.

It was intoxicating. They needed more.

The night had never felt so long, but not empty. Far from it. In the heat of the moment, in the desire, the need, they didn’t want it to end.

However, it did.

In the dead of night, when silence fell and the night grew cold, sleep came quick from exhaustion. The bed felt unusually comfortable, the blankets warmer than normal, the pillows softer.

The room fell into silence, the red candles on the table finally flickering out.

Frostbite woke that morning to the sun’s beams peering through the curtains. Birds outside sang their familiar melody, and it took her a few moments to register the morning.

Though, from her position, she didn’t want to get up just yet. It was warm… warm and comfortable. She trailed a hand behind her, feeling the sheets.

“Asriel?” She murmured, rubbing her eyes and turning over.

He wasn’t there.

She shrugged, yawning and stretching in her bed. He’d probably woken early.

It took her a long time to get out of her comfortable bed, though upon doing so, she wished she hadn’t. The air was icy and cold, especially against bare skin.

Odd… He would have thrown a log into the stove. Did he forget?

She picked up her clothes off the floor, with a wince, before walking over to her wardrobe. Everything felt sore from the previous day. It hurt to lift her arms, and her calves hurt from the trekking to the creek.

She pulled open the doors, tossing the previous night’s clothes into a hand-woven basket at the bottom. In the back of the wardrobe, a tall mirror hung, allowing her to take in her reflection.

Her neck and shoulders were covered in small bruises, and her hair was a tousled mess. She tidied it with her hand, tucking strands back into place and combing through it with her fingers. She then quickly dressed herself, hurried by the cold air nipping at her skin.

“Asriel?” She called out again, a bit louder this time, making her way down the stairs after closing up her wardrobe. On the way down, she clipped her cloak around her shoulders.

Upon reaching the kitchen, she noticed that the stove was cold and ashy, no embers glowing inside. The front door was slightly ajar, and Asriel’s room remained silent.

Eyebrows creased, she walked over to the door and shut it. Something was wrong.

Had he gone to the creek, perhaps, and forgotten to start the fire? Why would he leave the door open?

Looking around the room for clues prompted her to spot a torn sheet of paper on the table. She approached the table and took the scrap into her hands.

Her heart sank into her stomach.

Upon reading its contents, tears began to quickly flow from her eyes and down her cheeks. Her hands began to shake, then the rest of her, and it wasn’t from the cold. Her grip tightened on the paper, threatening to tear it.

On the paper, written in hasty, messy handwriting, was one sentence:

God forgive me, for I have sinned.

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innamorato

Pairing: Javier Peña x female!reader

Summary: You sense something is off with Javi and try to talk to him about it.

a/n: requested by @abitofmagic with the prompt: “You’ll feel better if you talk about it. I’m here to listen.”

Warnings: smoking, hurt/comfort, a bit of angst, fluff

word count: 3.1k

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Something is wrong with Javier Peña. You can’t really tell what, but you know something’s off when he’s not on your bed one morning. It isn’t unusual for you to wake up alone, after all, you both don’t live together, but considering it’s the weekend and you just had a perfect date the night before, it is a bit odd of him to just rush home.

Rubbing the sleep out of eyes, you sit up and stretch, letting out a loud yawn. A chill breeze hits your skin and you shiver, frowning in confusion. When you see the doors to the balcony open and the thin white curtains floating with the wind, you relax, seeing Javi’s silhouette outside. You quickly search for a sweater and a pair of sweatpants to put on, leaving the mess of clothes on the floor to clean later, and head for the balcony.

Javier is shirtless, wearing only the suit pants he wore last night, sitting at the small table you have outside, one leg bent, and leaning his elbow on his knee. A lit cigarette is between his fingers, but he’s not even smoking it; his gaze is set on the view of buildings and houses in front of him. The sky is cloudy and the air is cold and you know he shouldn’t be out in the open.

“You’re gonna catch a cold out here,” You say, hugging yourself as you step outside to join him.

He looks up at you and gives you a grin. Approaching him, you take the cigarette from his hand and take a drag of it yourself before giving it back to him. His skin is cold as you lay a palm flat on his shoulder, pulling him for a side hug. You lean your chin on his shoulder and press a kiss on his cheek.

“You okay?” You ask and he nods.

“Better now.” His voice is different like it’s still laced with sleep. You know something’s not right, but you don’t press it, knowing he’s a man of few words. You let him press his lips to yours in a sweet short kiss.

“Breakfast?” You smile at him and Javi nods, mirroring your smile. “Come inside, then. I’ll even make bacon for you.”

Javi raises his eyebrows in surprise. Ever since you started sleeping together, you’d always told him that you never eat bacon in the mornings because you always get lazy to wash the pan later.

“Will you, now?” He asks, amusement in his tone. You straighten your posture and take his hand, shrugging one shoulder.

“I’m feeling generous today.”

“What did I do to deserve you, huh?” He gives you a full smile and pulls you to another kiss. A longer one this time, his touch lingering on your skin as he cups your cheek gently. “I’ll be in in a minute.”

Nodding, you run your finger through his hair gently. “Don’t take long.”

Javi watches you enter the apartment again. He cares about you a lot and it impresses him that, despite not knowing him for a long period of time, you picked up on his habits and routine quickly. And he’ll be damned, he actually likes that. He actually enjoys the weekend dates, the quiet evenings in your apartment, the unplanned ones in his. He likes you, he really does.

And that’s what scares him.

Javier Peña isn’t a one woman man. He knows that. Ever since Lorraine, he’s convinced himself he’s not worthy of anyone’s love. Until he met you. Until he laid eyes on your figure in a coffee shop, as cliche as it sounds, one morning before he checked in at work. He could tell you were a teacher too, with a pile of papers in front of you as you scribbled fast on each one. You were grading papers in a coffee shop, at 7:30 in the morning. He was amused immediately by you. Couldn’t take his eyes off you.

Javier had to admit he stared at you that day more than he stared at any other woman. He remembers when you checked your wristwatch and quickly downed your cold coffee, gathering the papers from your desk, shoving them in your briefcase to leave the shop hurriedly. On your way out, Javier noticed you left a few papers on the table and left the line to order to scoop them and run after you.

“Oh, thank you!” You had sighed after he called you on the street, holding the papers out to you. “You’re a lifesaver, my kids would be so disappointed!”

If Javier thought you were pretty from afar, he was certain you were beautiful from up close. You had smiled at him when he frowned and explained you were a elementary school teacher and you had asked your students to write an essay on mother nature. You were supposed to give them back that day but hadn't finished grading them until that morning.

And that’s how you two met. Javier told you he was also a professor, but a university one, and he knew the feeling. You both parted with smiles on your faces, each thinking about the other the entire day. In the next few days, you both bumped into each other in the coffee shop a few times, exchanging a few polite words. Javier couldn’t stop thinking about you that entire week, messing up lectures and forgetting to grade assignments. Until he finally got the guts to ask you out. One date led to another and a few months later, here he is, staying over your apartment on weekends and having breakfast together.

Javier smiles at the memories and finally stands from his seat, putting out the unsmoked cigarette on the ashtray and entering the apartment again. The warm air welcomes him and he sighs, closing the glass door. The smell of bacon makes his stomach rumble and he pads, barefoot, through your apartment to get to the kitchen.

You’re humming a song that plays on the radio, slowly moving to the beat. Javier’s chest swells at the sight. He could get used to this. You and him, having breakfast, lunch, and dinner together. You and him together. Staying in, in cloudy days, watching bad movies on television as you ate kettle corn. Making love on the couch when you get bored. Having a life together.

He approaches you, as you take the last piece of bacon from the frying pan and turn the heat off. You’re about to move to the fridge to get the eggs when he gently grabs your hips; you freeze your movements, tensing your muscles for a second, and then relax.

“You scared me.” You smile as he brushes your hair away from your neck and buries his face on your skin.

“Sorry, cariño,” He murmurs, placing a kiss below your ear. “Can’t help it, y’know.”

He nibbles at your earlobe and you gasp with the sensation, feeling his hands run through your body.

“Javi…” You sigh, still smiling. “The food’s getting cold…”

“So?” He slips a hand under your sweater. “It can wait.”

You turn your head to meet your lips with his in a passionate kiss. When he pulls away, he looks into your eyes and smiles. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”

A soft laugh escapes your lips and you shake your head. “Even in my gross sweater and these saggy pants?”

“Especially in these saggy pants.” He bends you over the counter and you let out a laugh.

…

The week is passing by slowly and you hate it. The weather isn’t helping either, fall is just around the corner and the days getting cloudier and cloudier. It’s not that you don’t like days like this, but you’d preferred to stay home under the covers when the sun hides behind the clouds. Which takes your mind back to last weekend, where you were all day under the covers with Javier. You have to admit that lately, he has been more affectionate than ever. It started with extra touches: a hand on your lower back, a brush of fingertips on your cheeks, his hands tangled on your hair. Then, random kisses anywhere, your hair, your forehead, the back of your hand… And then, the compliments. Even if you’re at your worst, he’ll tell you you look pretty. While you like these kind of gestures, the change of behavior surprises you every now and then.

Sighing, you sit on your desk, placing the awful coffee from the teacher’s room machine on the table, and getting ready to grade these quizzes. You’re not worried about it, you know your students are going to ace it. But as soon as you start reading the first test, a knock on your door interrupts you.

Javier is standing at the door with a cup of coffee in his hand.

“Can I come in, professor?” A light teasing tone echoes in the empty classroom. You laugh softly, taking off your glasses.

He almost never stops by your workplace and you almost never stop by his. It’s kind of an unspoken rule the both of you follow, but it’s not a bad thing. Even though you both long for each other during the week, you prefer not to get in the way of his job. And vice versa. But it’s nice to have a surprise every now and then.

“Just teacher here.” You smile, leaning your elbows on the desk.

“Sorry.” He shrugs, letting himself in. “Force of habit. Teacher.”

“What brings you here, professor Peña?”

Javi offers you the cup of coffee. “Just dropping this. For you.”

“Javi!” You sigh, feeling your heart swell with affection as you take the coffee from his hand. “You didn’t have to!”

“I wanted to.” He leans in to press his lips on your hair and place a hand on your shoulder. “You look beautiful today.”

A light pink shade creeps on your cheeks as you look away, taking a sip of your, now new, coffee.

“So, I was thinking,” He starts, looking over at you. “Do you want to come over tonight?”

Frowning slightly, you remember today is a Thursday. “Tonight?”

“Yeah, I know it’s a school night, but I just–” He hesitates, sighing. The next words are whispered in a rush. “I need you.”

Your heart clenches at the sight of him. He has been acting weird lately and it breaks your heart to see him like this, vulnerable, sad, distant. So you agree.

“Okay.” You nod. “How does 9pm sound?”

“How about eight? If– If you’re not busy–”

“I’m not, don’t worry. Eight is perfect.” You smile widely at him.

“Great, great.” He smiles, nodding, and looking away. “I, uh– I’ll leave you to your papers then.”

A laugh escapes your throat and you shake your head. “They’re math quizzes.”

“Right. Just be glad you don’t have a hundred of these to go through.” He starts to walk away from the room.

Smiling you stand from your seat and call for him, your heels clicking on the floor as you approach him. Pressing your lips gently to his, you rest both of your hands on his cheeks. It’s a sweet quick kiss, one that leaves him yearning for more.

“Thanks for the coffee,” You mumble on his skin.

Javi smiles widely, resting his hands on your waist. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Yeah.” You breathe and, this time, you watch him go.

…

After an entire afternoon thinking about Javier and his smile, you finally stop at Javier’s door. You try not to think about the strange acts of affections he’s been giving you lately, or the weird moods he’s on sometimes, and knock on his door. You hear rustling inside the apartment for a moment and then the door opens.

“Hey,” He breathes, smiling at you and looking at your outfit.

“Hi.” You smile back, suddenly feeling insecure. You chose a simple dress tonight, not too fancy and not too casual.

When he gives you space for you to come inside, you do and put your purse on the small table beside the door as he gives you a kiss on the cheek. Soon, when you walk further into the apartment, you see a table set for you two.

“Oh.” You say, frowning. “I didn’t realize it was a date.”

Javi looks at you, a line between his brows. “What did you think it would be?”

“You know…” You trail off, shrugging one shoulder. He raises his brows and then laughs softly. “I would’ve dressed nicer if I knew.”

“I think you look gorgeous.” He squeezes your hand, brushing his thumb on the back of it. “And I just ordered some pizza.” Javier leads you to the couch in the living room. “I thought we could just… You know, watch some movies.”

Tilting your head at him, you smile, feeling a warm feeling on your chest. He just wants to spend time with you. That’s sweet.

“That’s different.” You sit down on the couch. “And sweet.”

He smiles at you and presses a kiss on your lips. “Just wanted to spend time with you.”

Smiling, you look into his eyes. “How was your day?”

“You know, the usual. Giving lectures to uninterested students, grading awful papers… Yours?”

“It was okay.”

You both talk about your week until the pizza arrives and then you both eat, talking even more. You like this. You could get used to it. Javier is good for you and you like it. It doesn’t scare you or make you want to push him away, in fact, you’ve been waiting to find someone like him.

By the time you finish dinner and sit on the couch to watch a movie, you’re a little buzzed out from the wine.

“You’ve been different lately.” The words come out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“What do you mean?” He takes the remote and starts setting up the movie.

“I don’t know.” You shrug, snuggling closer to him. “Like different in a good way.”

“Well, do you like it?”

Smiling, you nod, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He laughs at your reaction and shakes his head.

“Good.”

…

When Javier wakes up, it’s in a jolt, his heart beats so quick inside his chest he fears he might have a heart attack. Instinctively, his hand flies to the place where you should be on his bed. But it’s empty. Still a bit jumpy from his nightmare, he exhales sharply, jumping out of bed and looking of a pair of boxers to put on.

He finds you in the kitchen, warming some milk on the stove. You’re wearing one of his shirts and a pair of his socks that you stole from the dresser to keep your feet warm. Sighing in relief, he drops his head, closing his eyes and leaning a hand on the doorway to the hallway.

“Javi?” Your soft voice reaches his ears and he looks up to see you with a concerned look in your eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.” He breathes. “Are you?”

“Yeah, I just– I couldn’t sleep so I came to warm up some milk.” You watch as he slowly walks to the couch and sits there, reaching for the pack of cigarettes on the coffee table. Turning off the stove, you leave the milk there as you walk to him. “What happened? Did you have a nightmare?”

You know you’re pushing him, but he looks so distressed and tired that you can’t help it. You care about him too much. Leaning on him, your hand finds the nape of his neck and you tangle your fingers on his hair. Javier looks at you in the dim lights coming from the kitchen and almost breaks. Almost.

“You’ll feel better if you talk about it.” You insist. “I’m here to listen.”

“I’m okay, cariño,” He replies, his voice hoarse and dry. “Don’t worry about me.”

Your eyes don’t leave him as he lights a cigarette and takes a drag from it. In a way, his cold attitude stings you and you can’t help but feel like he’s pushing you away. It’s the first time that it happens and you don’t know what to do with this feeling. He seems to sense your hesitation and puts a hand on your thigh, giving you a smirk.

“Javi, don’t push me away,” You whisper in the dark, your eyes already glossy with tears. “Please.”

Javier’s smirk falls and his face changes. His brows furrow slightly and his mouth opens; he puts out the cigarette and turns to you, placing his hands on your upper arms.

“I’m not,” He says, rubbing your arms. “I’m okay, I promise.”

“No, I know something’s not right,” You argue, trying to hold back tears. “In a moment, you’re treating me like I’ve never been treated before and in the other, you’re just– You don’t– You don’t talk to me!”

He sighs, dropping his hands on his lap, feeling defeated. “I’m sorry, baby, I just–” He closes his eyes. Now it’s the time to be honest, or else, he feels like he’s going to lose you.

“Yeah, I had a nightmare,” He confesses. “I’ve had–” He lets out a shaky breath. “I’ve had them since I came back from Colombia.”

Biting your lip, you take his hand and squeeze to encourage him to keep talking.

“Back then, they were just memories, horrible things that happened there, but now…” He finally looks up at you. “Now, they’re about losing you.”

So, that’s why he wanted you to stay the night. That’s why he wanted to spend time with you on a school night, because he wanted to make sure you were here, with him.

“They’re just dreams, Javi, They’re not real,” You tell him softly. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Then, you pull him for a hug and he gladly hugs you back. You were right, he does feel better, now that he’s talked about it. Javier feels a relief that he’s never felt before, one that he’s been looking for almost all his life. He breathes, trying not to let the tears fall and when he speaks, the words leave his mouth naturally, like they're meant to be said.

“I think I love you, cariño.”

Before he can process what he just said, you laugh softly on his shoulder and press a kiss on the exposed skin. Your lips leave kisses from his shoulder to his neck, to his jawline, and then finally on his lips.

“I know,” You mumble on his lips, smiling. “Javi, I know.”

“How?” He murmurs back, his lips never leaving yours.

“When you know, you know.” You finally pull away to look into his eyes. “And I feel the same Javi. I love you too.”

Javier’s eyes light up and he half smiles, cupping your cheeks and pressing your foreheads together.

“What did I do to deserve you?”

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