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dorayakichan · 8 months

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may I req dating + how you guys met hcs with minu, owen & vinny? If its possible could you also do noah and kaneshiro? take your time and thank you

Windbreaker: first meeting + confession + dating headcanon (Part 1)

Pairing: Owen, Vinny, Minu x gn!reader

Fluff

A/N: Hi! I think I got really carried away with this one, especially with the Owen one so I couldn't put everyone in here. I'll be making a part 2 for Kaneshiro, Noah and maybe someone else.

Owen

You happened to meet Owen during a race. It was not a friendly meeting at all though.

During the race, Owen for the first had had difficulty beating someone else but in the end, he had won 1st place. He had heard a lot of things about you like how you had worked twice as hard as others to achieve the results you had right now. How you never rested and always trained even after a race. How your reputation and name had skyrocketed after that 1 year of break you had taken.

There was a lot of commotion when people saw you enter the race that day and most comments were about how they were not expecting much from someone who had taken such a long break.

Yet, you did it, you earned second place just some seconds behind the one and only Owen Knight. It was impressive, and Owen himself was fascinated by that.

So as you were sitting down to rest after having bought water you saw the blonde guy striding towards you with confident steps, the medal of the first place dangling on his neck as his sunglasses gave a vibe of arrogance to it all.

It was annoying to look at, for some reason. Well, as you didn’t have to deal with him that was fine. You lowered your head, closing your eyes for a second as you were totally exhausted.

“Hey, wanna race?” you heard a voice say from up above you. You raised your head just to be met with the confident grin on the blondie's face.

Annoying, you thought. “No, thank you.” You lowered your head again, closing your eyes one more time hoping this time you could actually get some rest.

“What are you scared you might lose?”

Great now I have to deal with this one, you thought looking up once again. “Fuck off.” was your answer making people who were observing the interaction gasp.

He raised an eyebrow taking off his glasses. His smile having already faltered, shifting into a serious one. “Why?” He asked not giving up.

You got up glaring at him. “I don’t want to, prick,” you said, pushing him away and leaving.

After all that interaction everybody had started talking about how bad your personality was and how it was obvious you were scared to race with Owen and bullshit like that. Yet, that didn’t faze you, you were just too tired. You had been training so hard the last few months without even taking a break, not to mention the fact that you had been arguing with your parents as they wanted you to give up on cycling. You would spend days outside coming home only late at night barely eating anything.

It was a miracle how you were still holding on, and even ended up second while racing against some of the best racers in the world. So yeah, you were not in the best of moods or states. Now that you had finally finished all you wanted was to rest but you had to deal with the annoying blonde guy who had won first place. It’s not like you wouldn’t have liked taking him up on the challenge but his attitude and your current state made you react like that.

After that one race Owen didn't approach you anymore and his crew mates would always throw daggers at you when you encountered each other in the competition. On the other hand, Owen was furious, he felt like you had gone too far reacting to him asking such a simple thing to you.

He liked the way you raced and he had always held a lot of respect for you, still, you went on and treated him like that.

After the race, he was standing at the back of an alley waiting for Harry to go and get his phone he had forgotten and left behind.

That’s when he saw you walking not far from him. You didn’t notice him as you seemed too immersed in the conversation on the phone. “What do you mean you’re taking my money? Yes, you are my parents and legal guardians but that money is the one I earned.” She stopped just some steps away from Owen anywhere in his presence.

“Mom I get it you don’t like it, but I’m still going to do it. This is my dream….” silence “ Oh, so you are going to leave me penniless and starving on the street now? And even rob the money I won by working hard for myself?” silence again. “You know what, I’d rather live in the streets than be on the same rooftop as people like you. I’m done.” You said ending the call.

To say Owen was shocked was an understatement. The guy felt totally horrible after he saw you crouching down on the spot and starting to weep. He wanted to talk but his timing had passed because if he revealed he was there now, you could end up feeling worse. So he kept silent as he stared at your weeping and crouching form.

“I’m back.” Harry’s voice came from the other side as both your and Owen's heads turned in his direction. That’s when you noticed Owen sitting there, eyes wide open as he looked at you with an expression of pity on his face. He had heard everything.

“Hey! Owen c’mon let’s go!” Harry said coming closer at that moment noticing your presence as your and Owen's eyes were glued to each-other. “Oh, isn’t this…” You couldn’t hear the rest as your eyes blacked out and you lost consciousness.

After that day Owen took you to the hospital, always coming and helping you with everything even asking you to become part of his crew. In the beginning, you felt ashamed you didn’t want him to pity you or anyone for that matter, and got angry at him. But after his continuous persistence you agreed and that’s how you became part of the Light Cavalry.

In the beginning, everyone was wary of you, but with time your kindness crept inside the heart of everyone in the crew, including Owens.

You were not only kind but also very courageous and straightforward. You always said what was on your mind, and when you thought it was alright went head-on into situations that other people would have to think twice about or never even think of going that far.

One of those was when you sprained your leg badly. Owen, although he had started having a soft spot for you, was very harsh when it came to you not respecting your own body and not taking care of yourself. So that day you were not supposed to be part of the team that would enter the competition. Owen was not there that day, so it was only you and the others.

As you were all waiting to start you saw one of the other members of the crew come. He looked pale as if all the color had been drained out of him. “Tommy, what’s wrong?” Harry asked in a worried voice. Tommy was unable to answer before he started vomiting. You all were not sure what it was but the next thing that happened was the ambulance coming and Tommy getting sent to the hospital.

“What do we do now? We have one less member, they won’t allow us to participate this way. I’ll call Owen.” Noah, who took out her phone ready to call, was stopped by you. “You know Owen has an important meeting with our sponsor today. If we were to lose them we’re done for we can’t possibly ask him to come here now. Plus he would still be late even if he rushed here.”

“What do you suggest then? The only available member here is you and…” she stopped as she saw you nodding. “You’re injured and Owen repeatedly told us to keep you away from anything that would hurt your leg until you fully recovered.”

“There is no other option.” You were determined and all of them including Noah knew how stubborn you were. So they just accepted it, ready to get reprimanded by Owen later, but as you had said it was the only option.

Your team won the race, although at the last moments, you ended up barely feeling your leg anymore. You were unsure how you still carried on but you were able to touch the finish line first, with the others coming not far after you. Seconds later you fell on the pavement unable to get up as you couldn’t feel your leg anymore.

When Owen came to find you at the hospital having found out about everything he didn’t talk to you, he just saw you once and left furious out of there. In the days that came by you were not allowed to leave the hospital until you fully recovered, by Owens order. He had been so angry shouting at everyone for being careless and didn’t even come once to meet you. All of these things were told to you by the rest of the crew who would daily come and stay for some time with you.

After getting discharged the first thing you did was go to Owen. In the beginning, you were unable to find him as you searched everywhere, what you didn’t expect was to find him in the alley where you had fainted that day he found out the truth about you.

As he was sitting right at the same spot as that day you sat next to him. That’s when he finally talked pouring all his feelings and worrying, telling you every detail of how he felt that day when he heard you were sent to the hospital, how his heart would clench every time you did such reckless stuff, and how he had actually fallen for you.

At first, it took you by surprise out of everything, Owen being in love with you that was the most unexpected thing you had ever heard. But you also knew inside you that you had also been secretly liking him for sometime and as much as you had tried to suppress those feelings, the moment that he poured his heart out at you, you decided to accept them.

That’s how you both started dating and let’s say caused quite the headache to the crew who from now on had to deal with Owen's over the top lovey-dovey attitude towards you.

Vinny

It was a rainy Friday night when you first met Vinny, not the best time to be out and about, but here you were inside the convenience store eating some snacks while waiting for the rain to stop.

“If it’s going to continue like this we might even expect flooding really soon.” That lady that was working at the convenience store said as she looked at you buying a second batch of snacks to pass time.

“Let’s hope not,” you said paying and sitting down on one of the stools looking outside the window.

As you continued eating you heard the door open. Coming inside was a drenched red haired boy from head to toe. The lady working there gave him a towel as she felt sorry for him and told him to sit on one of the stools on the window.

The red haired boy came sitting one stool away from yours as he continued drying himself. You noticed how one of his eyes was red. Besides that, he looked absolutely handsome. And the way he dried his wet red hair was so hot. Not to mention the drenched white shirt he was wearing, showing all there was to his well-sculpted body.

Noticing your stare he turned his head glaring at you. “What do you want?” his tone angry, warning you to better stay quiet and not speak.

“You’re hot.” Words which came to the red haired guy as quite the shock.

He did not reply, turning to look at the flooding street. While you continued snacking. Occasionally you would open your chips or biscuits and push it towards him. In the beginning, he would not as much as stare at it.

“What are you doing?” he asked after the 10th time of you doing the same exact thing again. “Jeez, what’s with the attitude I was just trying to be nice. It’s going to take some time for it to stop and you look bored so I thought a snack could help you pass some time,” you answered. “But anyway suit yourself, I guess.”

After that, some time passed while your bag of chips was still in the middle Vinny, started taking some. And that’s how you spent a good 4 hours together until the rain stopped that night.

After that you occasionally so Vinny, some of the guys you were in class with. That’s also how you found out he was part of their cycling crew.

You also would occasionally meet him at that same convenience store and as always offer him snacks or sit with him if he seemed to be staying for a while. There was also quite a change in his attitude, beside the very frequent meetings you would have there which seemed more than just mere coincidence he would always take his spot next to you. He didn’t need you to invite him anymore, he would just sit there with two of your favorite snacks or drinks, one for you and one for himself.

That’s how one day out of the blue you asked him if he liked you. “What? No.” Vinny said getting up and ready to leave the store. “But I do. Do you want to date me?” you decided to take that step as you could see with his personality he would never.

It took more than that for Vinny to finally accept dating you but when he did. Dating him was the sweetest thing that could have happened to you. He didn’t have much so he couldn’t buy stuff for you, but he would emotionally be always there no matter how bad the situation was he was always by your side in good and bad times.

And that’s what you loved about the relationship with him, you knew he was present, and you knew he undoubtedly loved you and only you going as far as to present you to his crew too.

Minu

Meeting Minu for the first time was during one of both your father's dinner meetings. You would usually meet Yumi accompanying her father, so it was quite strange to meet her brother Minu, who had been a mystery until then.

At the beginning of the dinner, your fathers started talking with each-other about business plans and the recent news of their new investments as the conversation continued you and Minu would just glance at one another and that was it.

Then the conversation went to the topic of your school life and as always your father started boasting about your accomplishments and how you had been a genius in literally everything since a young child and how he was so proud of you. Then the other parent would start boasting about their kid too and so on a never ending story of whose kid was the best. It had become so normal to hear that, that you would always space out in the middle of their talk since the only thing you had to do was nod and smile.

But when it came to Minu’s dad, you had to come back from the spacing out. He did not compliment Minu as how it was usually supposed to be. In fact, he talked about how he was quite lacking in many areas and that he was very obsessed with cycling. Not that you cared much about that but when you saw the guy's expression darken as his father was talking about how cycling had no value and such and that he needed to start getting more interested in business.

Something in you felt bad about that so you decided to interfere. “What? Cycling? You must be amazing at it then, I guess I can’t compare to that. I’ve never been that good at it, although I’ve always wanted to.” your words caught both of their attention. Making Minu's father stop in the middle of what he was saying.

“You’re really interested?” Minu asked, a hue of disbelief flashing in his eyes. He had definitely caught on to your lie, as had your father who on the contrary was just waiting to see what you would pull out with this.

“Yep! It’s amazing it’s rare to find someone who is actually interested in cycling and is good at it.” you continued blabbering on as Minu chipped in some words here and there.

“Dad, I think we are interrupting you both. May I and Minu be excused to go out and talk more about this?” Your dad grinned, finally understanding your intentions as he looked at Minu’s father. “I guess the youngsters wouldn’t be that interested in our old men talk.” He said as Minu’s father agreed.

“I guess you achieved your goal, you don’t have to hide it anymore.” Minu’s voice stopping you from stepping outside the door and into the garden next to the restaurant.

You flashed him a smile. “Do I have to thank you for this?” He asked. “Nah, I wanted to escape from that too. You just gave me a reason to breathe some fresh air.” You lied although you had to admit it was getting too stuffy in there so maybe it was not a complete lie.

After that, he asked you to exchange phone numbers, so if you ever found yourself in a predicament he would repay you that day.

In the beginning, you didn’t text each-other. Then one day you asked him which model of bicycle to use as a beginner as you had actually become interested in cycling and that was when it all really started. He would help you decide, and give you recommendations or tips on what to do.

There were days he would even come by so he could help you practice and stuff. You are not sure if you started this whole thing due to Minu but with time you could see that it was mostly due to him. His face and words had lingered so much in your mind after that day and every day after leading you to how things were going right now.

Minu in the beginning was there just to help but with time he saw how his visits became more and more frequent and even if that day you didn’t feel like cycling or didn’t have time he would still stay with you, go out with you even eat out with you. So much so that he decided, it was the moment.

One day while you were practicing you fell and hurt your leg, a worried expression on Minu’s face as he helped disinfect it and patch it up. “Thank y…..” you were unable to finish the sentence as Minu hoisted you up in a bridal style refusing to let you walk until you reached your bed.

After that, he would come every day to take care of you and one day as you told him he didn’t have to do it all the time, he stopped in his tracks, sitting down on your bed next to you.

"I have to tell you something." He paused for a brief moment to gather his ideas in order to communicate them as clearly as possible. "I think I like you." He swallowed hard after averting his gaze in order to avoid looking you in the eyes. "It's okay if you don't feel the same way..." but he was engulfed in a hug by none other than you as you admitted to liking him back.

And that’s how you ended up dating. In the beginning, he was always trying to act cool and show off his biking skills which would make you giggle. It was so cute looking at him trying his best to be a cool boyfriend.

But with time you explained to him that you fell for the Minu who was himself that didn’t need to act cool because he already was. After that he didn’t try as hard, he never needed to anyway as you had already given your heart to him.

He would buy you gifts and take you everytime he had a competition never stepping down from his role as your personal cycling trainer, which became more about him acting as if he wanted to correct you just to hold you or touch you, while you teasingly would lean on his touch loving the way how he was the only one who could make your heart beat this way.

#windbreaker webtoon #windbreaker x reader #windbreaker characters #windbreaker manhwa #windbreaker headcanon #windbreaker minu #windbreaker vinny #windbreaker owen knight #owen knight x reader #vinny hong x reader

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bunnliix · 2 months

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"Did I look hot in it?"

I saw this prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting and immediately thought of Wooyoung. And so, two weeks later after I found said prompt, here is a Wooyoung x reader one shot.

This kinda took on a mind of its own, and this was the result of that, so I hope y'all enjoy! Also totally not considering making either more oneshots in this universe, or a series. If that would be something you'd be interested in, dear readers, please let me know.

Prompt:

"I had a nightmare about you."

"Did I look hot in it?"

word count: 1.2k

warnings: Wooyung being loud and a bit of a brat, piss in cereal joke once, I think that's it? Not really much to warn about in this one

You slunk into class, tired beyond belief, before sitting down at the back of the classroom to try and hide said tiredness. You pulled out your books and laptop, laying them out on the desk, after which you rested your head in your hands, trying to stop yourself from falling asleep but failing to do so. With sleepy eyes, you observed as people strolled into the room and sat down as it came closer to the start of class. As the last group of students rolled into the classroom, of course it had to be the loudest group, you couldn’t help but cringe at the noise level.

There were times you hated your classes, because you had to share them with Jung Wooyoung. Of course, his friends were just as bad, disruptive as all hell, and way too noisy for anyone’s sanity. His presence had plagued you in your classes since first year, and whenever you were able to escape a class with him, you always fared so much better. Normally, since they got there so late, they usually had to sit in the front of the classroom.

But not today. Of course the seat right in front of you was open, and of course Wooyoung spotted the open desk like a hawk. The loud boy strolled all the way to the back, as his friends found spots up front. He sat down at the desk, facing towards you as you looked anywhere but at him.

“Hey bestie, why are you all the way back here?” He asked, a teasing lilt in his voice.

“Why don’t you just fuck off, Jung.” You replied, not having nearly enough sleep to deal with his bullshit.

“Awww, come on. Don’t be mean. And I told you, call me Wooyoung!” He whined, a pout on his face that just made you want to slap him instead.

Thankfully, you were spared from having to answer the boy, as the professor walked in at that exact moment. He started class right away, so Wooyoung had to turn back around, lest he get kicked out. This professor was pretty strict about classroom etiquette, which for today, worked in your favor.

Class was actually interesting for once, the topic today being something that you were interested in, which helped keep you awake. It also meant it passed by quickly, to your disappointment. Soon enough, everyone was packing up, including yourself. You quickly pulled out your headphones, hoping to avoid the boy in front of you from starting up another conversation. Popping them on your head, you turned on the noise cancelling aspect, as you put your books and laptop back into your bag. Sliding your bag on your back, you leave the classroom in a hurry.

To your distaste and ire, Wooyoung followed behind you. The man couldn’t help but haunt you at all times, even in your dreams. Or rather, the nightmare that you had last night, which kept you from sleeping. And now it seems that he’s intent on talking with you today. You steadfastly ignored the man, focused only on getting to the library to study in silence.

Wooyoung got tired of chasing you, instead moving in front of you to try and force you to stop walking. You just moved out of the way, trying to continue walking, but Wooyoung grabbed your elbow, pulling you back.

“Why are you so insistent on not talking to me?” He demanded to know.

“I’m not up to talking with you Jung. Fuck. Off.” You said through gritted teeth. You were exhausted and the only thing you wanted was silence, not Mr. Loudmouth here talking your ear off.

“No. Why are you such a grump today? Did someone piss in your cereal?” He joked.

“I didn’t sleep well last night. So sorry that I’m not up to talking. Now let me go.” You said tersely, ready to push him into the wall, just so he’d get out of your way.

Wooyoung cooed, “Awwww, why? Were you having daydreams about me so you couldn’t fall asleep?”

"I had a nightmare about you." You said, fire in your eyes.

Wooyoung smiled cheekily, "Did I look hot in it?" He asked, delight in his eyes.

This was the limit for you, and you pushed the taller man into the wall. “Jung Wooyoung, shut the fuck up.” You said.

He chuckled. “Make me.” Was all that he said.

You groaned, “You fucking brat.”

Wooyoung wasn’t a patient man, and all the patience he had left his body the minute you pinned him against the wall. He placed a hand at the back of your neck and pulled you up to kiss him. Your lips connected, and he took control of the kiss, his other arm coming up to wrap around your waist, keeping you close to him. Your hands came up to grip onto his jacket for some sense of stability, as you were taken by surprise by his kiss.

You didn’t really mind kissing him, it just shocked you that he actually did it. As much as you found the man annoying, it was more annoying how attractive he was. Like he didn’t need to be that hot, nor did he need to be that annoying half the time. You found yourself kissing him back after the shock wore off, and he smirked into the kiss as he felt you return it. He still was in clear control of the kiss, but he was happy to feel you kissing him. He had finally gotten to you, and all it took was grabbing you. He should have tried that sooner.

Finally, the need for both of you to breathe won, and you pulled away as he leaned his head back against the wall. Your cheeks were flushed, and by gods did he love the look on your face, lips slightly swollen and a bit of a dazed look in your eyes.

“I really should have done that sooner.” He commented, chuckling at your lack of response.

“You’re still a fucking brat.” You told him, after you came back to your senses, to which he burst out laughing.

“But I’m a brat that you kissed, so really, how much of a brat can I be?” He replied.

You just groaned in response, pulling away from him and resuming your journey to the library. He watched you leave, before running after you as he yelled for you to wait up. You didn’t of course, but he managed to catch up, slinging an arm around your shoulders.

“So are we gonna do that again? Hmm?” He questioned.

“In your dreams, Wooyoung.” You said.

“You called me Wooyoung, finally!” He celebrated.

“Jung, shut up.” You ordered him, to which he deflated at the use of his last name once again.

“Come onnnn, please use my name again. It sounds like heaven when I hear it fall from your lips.” He whined, to which you smirked.

“Beg me then.” That was all you told him.

Everyone they passed looked at how much of a puppy Wooyoung looked, trotting after you and begging for you to call him by your name. More than a few chuckled, as you looked intent on making him continue to beg, only for him to perk up as you finally called him by his first name once again. And yet, you somehow didn't mind him following you around if he acted like that, it was cute how you calling him by his first name made him act like such a puppy.

#ateez x reader #ateez drabbles #ateez imagines #ateez #wooyoung x reader #jung wooyoung x reader #wooyoung #jung wooyoung #wooyoung ateez

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cod-dump · 9 months

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I come back with another TV series quote, Stranger Things addition. I've been seeing all these posts about how done Gaz is with Soap and Ghost, so I thought I'd contribute.

Ghost, driving to the rendezvous point: *Arguing with Soap* What are you gonna do, walk to the extraction point?

Soap: I will do anything if it gets me a way from you!

Gaz, very tired and very done with this bullshit: Children! Children! Children! This interminable bickering was amusing at first, but it's getting stale, and we've got a long drive ahead of us.

Gaz: So why don't you two cut the horseshit and get to the part where you admit your sexual feelings for one another.

Ghost, almost stearing into a ditch: Woah!

Soap: You are way off base, buddy!

Gaz: Oh, spare me, spare me, spare me! *Leans into the middle concel, looking at Soap*

Gaz: Yes, yes, hes a brute. I know. Probably reminds you of a bad relationship, and gosh, you'd really like a nice man to settle down with, but admit it, you're real curious to know what he's like I'm the sack!

Gaz, turning to Ghost: And you! Hah! Well, you're just a big man baby who'd rather act tough than show his true feelings because the last time you opened your heart, you got hurt. Owie.

Gaz: And now, rather than admit these feelings, you're dancing around one another with this mind-numbing and frankly borish mating ritual. So please, for my sake, either quit

Gaz: Or pull over, tear off those clothes, and get it over with!

Ghost and Soap: *Silence*

There was a period after all that was said that Gaz was sure that he was dead.

The silence was loud, suffocating. Nothing was said for several minutes and that gave Gaz plenty of time to think about what exactly he had said and to who. He’s known Ghost longer, he knows how he feels about being confronted with his emotions, his humanity. Gaz felt comfortable with Soap but he knew the man sometimes had a explosive temper. So the silence, the silence that would not exist if it was just one of the men instead of both, was very nerve racking.

The fact nothing was said the rest of the drive said far too much, that Gaz said too much.

They made it to the extraction point where Nik was waiting. Again, nothing was said that was strictly business on the flight back. It was obvious that Nik picked up on the tension and quickly figured it stemmed from Gaz. Man had always been observant so Gaz was hoping he could rely on him for protection if it came to that.

They made it back to base and thankfully Price was there, waiting for them in a professional yet relaxed pose. Silently, the three climbed out and Gaz hung back to avoid walking between the all too quiet Soap and Ghost. He felt Nik’s gaze on him and then Price’s, the man quickly picking up on whatever Nik and felt/seen. Fortunately the man didn’t say anything about it and just walked them inside to debrief.

Everything after that point would just be too quiet. Even with the regular chatter of the soldiers, everyone moving and working as normal, it was too fucking quiet. Soap and Ghost went their separate ways after the debriefing and just disappeared all together after that. Gaz was terrified to go to his office or room so he chose to stick next to Price.

“Sergeant… dare I ask what the hell happened on that mission?”

Gaz just sat silently next to him, eyes flickering to the door of the room, as if expecting someone to come barging in and attack him. That might’ve been Soap’s approach, Gaz has never seen Ghost go in guns blasting unless there was no other option.

“More like what happened afterward… I think they’re going to kill me.”

“Why would you think that?”

Price was definitely showing more interest in whatever was going on with Gaz over the paperwork before him. Man loved to hear gossip even though he would rather eat straight coffee grounds than admit it.

“May have overstepped with Soap and Ghost.”

Price was laser focused on him and it made Gaz shudder. He tried to avoid looking at his captain and just focus on the door completely. Gaz knew he couldn’t beat around the bush forever (Price would beat him if he did) so he just took a deep breath and told him everything. He explained their argument, what lead to it, and what Gaz had said to them on the car ride to the extraction point. Gaz took a breath after the final word, leaning over the table and closing his eyes to avoid looking or perceiving anything.

Price laughed loudly and Gaz just hunkered down more. Price tried to say something throughout his fit of uncontrollable laughing fit but was simply unable to get anything out. Price wasn’t the type to laugh at someone’s misery (though it has happened) so Gaz was hoping the situation was just too ridiculous and Gaz’s worry was purely irrational.

Finally, after Price laughing long and hard enough for him to be out of breath, the man calmed and pat Gaz’s shoulder.

“I wish I could’ve been there!”

“Cap-“

“You’re fine, Kyle. They’re not going to do shit.”

Gaz relaxed at Price’s certainty. Price was right, he was fine.

Gaz would stay fine until the next day early in the morning. He would be at breakfast in the mess, attempting to chase away the grogginess with coffee when he noticed someone sit at the table he was at.

“Hey, Gaz. How’d you sleep?”

Gaz was surprised to hear it was Soap, “Fine. You losing your voice, mate? Sound like- OH MY GOD-“

Gaz had opened his eyes to see Soap and the absolute murder scene that was his neck. It looked like someone strangled him then bit him to hell and back. Gaz gawked, Soap avoiding looking him in the eye like he was Medusa. Gaz struggled to say something, anything.

“What the fuck happened to you?!”

Soap was red in the face, turning his upper body away from Gaz. Gaz was going to push more but then Soap muttered, face practically on fire.

“Had a… ‘talk’ with Ghost about our feelings yesterday.”

Gaz gasped louder than what others would’ve deemed necessary, but to him it was very necessary. Soap decided to leave quickly, Gaz just staring after him with his jaw hanging open. Soap disappeared out of the mess and Gaz didn’t know what to do other than grab his phone and immediately text Price what he had just learned and seen.

#first bigger thing I’ve written in forever! yay!!#cod mwii #call of duty #modern warfare ii #kyle gaz garrick #john price #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #ask #thanks for the ask <3 #drabble #ficlet #fic

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blueberry-pride · 1 year

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Referring to this~

OMG! I read the Q&A but IS IT TRUE? Im so excited 😳👉👈 Ummmm may i req then? Not for the event, but just a general req 😌 A scenario/hcs of Leona with fem!s/o where s/o needs comfort & gets spoiled cz she's having burnout due to all of the incidents on NRC~ I hope this is not too much, if u want to change the plot it's ok, thank u & have a nice day 😳✨

I See Right Through You...

Leona x FEM! S/O

warnings: leaning on to very angsty, cursing, personal issues

Berry: I'M FINALLY BACK AA-💀 just wrapped up some things and you should have some of the requests from the events roll around within the month or so 😣 I changed a bit of it but the overall theme is the same just something that hits a little too close to home ;=; Special Thanks to my lovely friends Len and Luna who helped me out with this one ❤️❤️

"This isn't me wanting some semblance of pity, You can keep it for all I care- I'm so goddamn tired but did I ever ask to be in Twisted Wonderland? Oh don't get me started..." "Did I ask to be Crowley's clean up crew? Did I ask to be in the middle of every. fucking. issue?"

"Sometimes I'd like to be the damsel-but sevens forbid the woman wanting to be saved from all the stupid stress of this world."

"Well I'm so sorry for complaining over a job I didn't ask for but hey- we're in a magical school full fun and dreams, cuz that's sure to make up for ALL the unnecessary emotional and physical labor!" Your voice cracked as you forced a cheery smile.

Leona wasn't expecting you to snap at him when he wanted to mess with you for just a little bit. He had observed you from afar for quite some time now. And most importantly, he wasn't a stranger to people putting up a face for other's sake.

His emerald gaze would glint over your figure as he studies the creases in your eyes from all the work you've been doing. He'd always wondered how much you could take, often times giving you snarky or witty advices in hopes to get you out of your doormat cycle.

He admitted what the Head-mage was doing is a bit too far. He was kinda impressed on how you pushed on with that fiery and stubborn heart of yours.

A sadistic part of him wanted to see when you'll break

He wanted to see you bite back

He anticipated it even more when multiple students come to you for help increased by the day;

You nodded along as Ace and Deuce were once again asking help in doing their chores back at Heartslabyul, you laughed it off as one of their usual antics.

You happily agreed when Kalim invited you to one of his many celebrations despite just finished with your cleanup at Ramshackle, your smile didn't reach you. Those glassy eyes of yours, shifting downwards to hide the reluctance.

It was an asshole move of him in all honesty.

Not lending out a helping a hand but he knew you were capable. For fuck's sake you got him AND his dorm to help you out during Azul's little "tantrum".

He wanted you to overcome this on your own. However, he had an oversight on how much you can take on the world alongside his bullshit attempt of support.

Leona had happened to pass by a class with the door wide open, his lions ears perked at the ongoing conversation.

"Phyn, you're in our group." One student spoke up. "Oh hell yeah, thanks dude!" Another cheered, followed by the sound of a high-five.

"-And I guess that's everyone.. Oh (Y/N)..hmm I guess you and Grim would be a duo, every other's group is already filled up." "Uh.." You chuckled with a loppy smile. "No worries, at least I get to stay in my dorm this time." The class chuckled at your comment and nodded along. As the groups filed out chatting amongst each other, he took lighter steps walking closely behind you.

It wasn't until you reached the entrance of Ramshackle is when you finally noticed him. Which led to the situation right now. "Why the long face herbivore, where's the can-do attitude I know and adore~?"

Your hands balled into fists, shaking as tears were running down your eyes.

'Shit...' He said mentally.

"Let's...do this inside. We don't want anyone gawking at ya like this." He laid a hand behind your back inside and joined you not before he scanned the area for any curious on-lookers.

He leaned against the side of the wall of the living room, listening to your continued rant. Throwing hands and even had the strength to throw away the innocent coffee table in the middle, Its legs breaking into splinters as soon as it hit impact onto the cold hard floor. "-WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME WHO HAS TO FIX THINGS?" You exclaimed towards the pillow you threw towards the ground.

"Helping fix things is nice and all.." You sniffled. "But is it really so wrong to want that shit in return?"

He knew it was bad but he wanted to see how far you're flames would burn him. He wanted it to hurt-what you've been going through, he knows he can take it.

"You're ranting to the wrong person, go off on Crowley, yell at your classmates for ignoring ya. Tell that red-head and blue-haired friend of yours to fuck off and do their own stupid chores." "Be fucking selfish for once herbivore, Treat yourself to a nice nap-"

"-Oh what? like you? I'm not you Leona." You retorted back. "For fuck sakes you were born here-you were supposed to exist in this plane of existence while I got chucked out of mine." "You say I exist here but I'm one of the least wanted given my 'cheery' attitude. At the very least I know when to stand my guard." You huffed as you sat on the couch, tears still spilling from your eyes. "Is this your way of helping me? because I could clearly feel the love right now..." Leona let out a dry chuckle as he walked over to you. His imposing figure casts a shadow over you but as you gaze at his eyes, there was a lingering feeling of warmth. "Dont be like me." He shook his head. "Sevens, I hope you don't end up like me, but what I'm trying to say is..." His voiced trailed as he looked at your shaking form.

A memory sliced through him for a second. For a brief moment he saw his little self all those years ago in the visage of you. "In a campus full of these jackasses in NRC-including myself sometimes, I... I see right through you." He awkwardly patted your back. "I know it sucks but don't do that shit to yourself where you thought 'hey, I know who to look for if I'm in a room full of folks I adore, but who would look for me?'" Leona had a distant look as he stared at the broken table in the middle of the dorm. "Look for yourself first, look for that little corner of your room to be selfish with what you want to do. Worry about the details later." You cleared your throat as you steal a soft glance at him "You may not be the best and most unlikely to look for advice." The air seemed to change as the both of you share a soft laugh. "But you get right to the point...even though you could've done something much earlier." "What's the fun in that?" He raised an eyebrow. "Besides, You don't need a king's help in chess, a queen...has all the moves she needs."

Leona was surprised to hear your melodic laughter, belting out through your still falling tears at his small comment. "Oh my God Leona you did not just-" You wiped a tear as you smiled at him. He felt a flutter in his chest from the way you're looking at him now. "Well you did just say, I'm not the best." He smirked.

The tense feeling in his shoulder now dissipated as he settled himself on the couch strangely close to you, a tiny voice inside him wondered why. Seeing you smile even though you just murdered the poor coffee table not too long ago is a sign to him he did his job.

It's certainly weird but it's you. People may not look for you or choose you in a room full other characters from their lives, but you can trust that there's always a lion beastman just out in hallway, willing to stand with you through it all.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twstファンアート #twst edit #twst wonderland #twst savanaclaw #savanaclaw x reader #savanaclaw #twst leona #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #twst headcanons

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writersdrug · 9 months

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Random Konig Headcanons

I have writer's block for Ch. 2 of I Don't Need You, so here's a treat for you and a palate cleanser for me. Enjoy! Short but fun. Established relationship. Let me know if you guys want an NSFW Pt. 2!

He definitely listens to Rammstein. While he works out or showers, he's playing their music, and similar bands. Sometimes - hardly ever - you're lucky enough to catch him humming along.

He's a little bit of a control freak. He likes his desk to be neat, with a specific spot for his coffee cup, a pen, pencil and sharpie always within reach, and his chair always pushed in when he wasn't in it. He also folds everything, shirts, pants, socks, you name it. Not a single piece of clothing crumpled or dropped on the floor (which, of course, you never complained about). For this very reason, he hated when he lived in shared dorms with people who just dropped their shit near their cot and called it a day. He was so relieved to get his own room, tidy and orderly.

That sniper hood gets MUSTY after missions. When you see him, first thing after he returns to base, your first instinct is to lift the hood and kiss him underneath it. The first time you tried that, however, was the last time, after you caught a whiff of two weeks worth of unwashed face and sweaty t-shirt. He laughed at your near-death-experience there, before you sent him off to wash up. He sat in your shared room, sniper mask off and in the wash, just breathing in the clean air and enjoying being out of that thing for a few moments.

He's definitely forgotten to lift the hood before he moves a bite of food into this mouth. Same with water or coffee.

He loves observing you. Not in a creepy, perverted, peeping-tom kinda way. But he loves to watch you talk about something, getting lost in your own world when you do. Especially when you talk about your interests and stories. He loves to watch your mannerisms when you do everyday tasks; like the way you purse your lips to the right side when you're concentrating, the way your nose scrunches at the end of a yawn, the way you love to wrap around his bicep when the two of you are sitting together. Again, pretty typical things, but the way you do them is what makes it so interesting to Konig.

If he's angry, he goes to you. You'll listen to him vent, and you'll be perfectly honest with him - whether he is right to be mad, or if you think he should try to see it from the other point of view. And he listens to you because you're honest. Other people would be too scared and would just agree with him regardless.

If you're mad, he knows to stay quiet and let you get it all out. If you want solutions, you'll ask. Otherwise, he's on listening duty.

If you get mad at him, it never turns into a full-blown argument. When it comes to you, Konig makes sure to listen to everything you have to say, only speaking when you've finished your part. He never raises his voice at you, and he really does try to see it from your eyes. Even if he does end up disagreeing with you, he always says it with kindness and love. Sometimes it irks you, how good he is at being so... amazing, as a human being.

It's unspoken, but when you casually need help from him, he feels like the strongest man on earth. When you ask him to reach something for you (sometimes he'll show off by lifting you towards whatever it is, rather than getting it himself), or even when you ask him to help you find something. He just likes feeling like he is needed and appreciated.

Sometimes you'll ask him to help braid your hair, because you're "just too tired" after your shower - which is bullshit. You just love the feeling of his hands running through your hair, freshly shampooed and conditioned or not. Konig knows this, but is happy regardless. He's really good at braiding your hair now, and he's just happy to have the quality time and physical touch with you.

He especially loves it when he gets to carry you around, which isn't too often. But he loves when you get just a little too tipsy at the bar with the team. You'll challenge Soap to shots every single time, arguing that last time was different and that you've built up your tolerance since then. Of course, you'll end up nodding off at the bar after three shots or so, while Soap is mostly still sober. Konig gets to pick you up - bridal style or sack-of-potatoes style - in front of the guys, saying it's time for the two of you to head back. He loves being able to show everyone that he's your protector, your designated person. He's the one you chose out of everyone there, and damn if that doesn't feel good...

He adores it when the two of you cuddle, especially when you're both on your sides, his face nuzzled in right below your chest, with his arms wrapped around your waist. You'll be leaning against the headboard, arms wrapped around his head, one hand running your fingers through his soft hair. He'll be so tall that his feet might be hanging off of the end of the bed, but he doesn't care. He's too preoccupied with planting soft kisses onto your stomach while you hum contentedly.

As much as you do, Konig LOVES when you play with his hair. He'll sit in his office chair, eyes closed, sniper hood in his hand, while you sit on his desk behind him and run your fingers through his soft locks. You'll braid a small group of strands, then unravel and comb it out with your fingers. Sometimes it put him to sleep, it's so damn relaxing. Of course, half of what makes it relaxing is your presence, and your soft humming while you work. Other times, when you're feeling a little left out of the fun, you'll start tugging gently on his hair, pulling a little harder each time, until Konig starts groaning with desire, knuckles white as he clenches the arms of his chair. Soon after, he shows you why it was a dangerous idea to toy with him so innocently.

Overall, Konig is a simple man with simple needs: to be needed, to be wanted, and to be appreciated. He wants to be seen as the caring and thoughtful person he tries to be, and he wants to feel like you love him just as much as he loves you.

#konig cod #konig x reader #konig headcanons #call of duty #cod #konig fanfiction #konig imagine

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skyeslittlecorner · 3 months

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Eyes on me | Bael

Welcome back, I'm alive, yay! And I even brought something to say hello. Hope you'll like it~

Actually, I wrote it five times, but that's enough, I'm done, I'm posting what I have. Otherwise, I'll write this for another twenty. You don't even know how hard I tried not to throw angst here, just a sweet little date.

Words: ~1300

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

“Go to the city, it'll be fun,” they said.

“Relax, you'll definitely have fun,” they said.

“I know a nice place where you can go, I'll show you…”

So what if they had good intentions, when now you wanted to strangle all of them - especially Beelzebub.

"It's his favorite club." He told you with that mysterious twinkle in his eye. "I'll show you around so you don't get lost later, what do you say?"

Bullshit.

You knew that when you went out with Bael, it wouldn't be easy. He's a noble. Almost a king. Everyone was looking at you on the street. Did it bother you? Not necessarily. He acted like a true gentleman, even more than you expected.

At least the observers didn't bother you as long as they remained observers. Unfortunately, they quickly progressed to flirting. The more your date passed, the more attention everyone paid. Especially on him. Casino? The devils gave up on games when they saw they were making him happy. A restaurant with maids? You've never seen so many breasts exposed at once. A cat cafe? Even the animals started fawning over him.

You were getting more and more fed up.

“So what else did you have planned for us?” He was clearly curious as you entered the last club on your list; the one that Beel pointed out as Bael's favorite spot in all Avisos. By now you have already become: a - irritated because someone kept coming up and trying to flirt with your Bael; b - drunk because when the succubi keep your boyfriend company, your company was alcohol; c - tired because in the end the admirers were so annoying that you took out the Bael from every place you entered.

The only thing that comforted you was that he was clearly tired of all the attention, too. But you didn't want to give up yet. You promised him an unforgettable night, and you had one last place where you could finally have some peace. A hotel room and a warm bed were waiting. But if you put him to bed right away, what kind of date would it be?

You already knew the last place quite well. Neon lights, smoke spreading on the ground, dancers on platforms dancing by the poles. This is where the Christmas miracle happened... and that's when Bael was surprised that you didn't know such places. That's why you decided to take him out and show him that you know where to have fun. You slowly regretted it. Seeing your mood decline, he stroked your hand as you sat in a reserved longue.

“We should finally have peace here.”

“If not, I will tear off the horns of anyone who looks our way.”

He lifted the corner of his mouth.

“I would like to see that. Maybe even feel like provoking you…”

“Including yours”

“I don’t have anything you can tear off.”

Squeezing his crotch was enough as a response, but instead of a threat, he took it as a promise as you felt him harden under your fingers.

You wanted to be reasonable. This time you didn't even take alcohol, just a soda. And you regretted this decision as soon as the beautiful waitress placed the tray in your longue.

All these devils were getting on your nerves more and more. You already regretted ordering a soda and needed a drink. No, vodka. Vodka would be better. The only alcohol was Bael's, but he was busy trying to get rid of the sexy waitress. You grabbed his glass and drank a large gulp. Searing heat spreads across your mouth, throat, stomach. For a moment, your nose felt on fire. The alcohol from Avisos was really strong.

What surprised you more was a thing under the glass. A packet of white powder lay innocently among snacks and glasses. You picked it up with two fingers, feeling like it wasn't sugar.

“Hey, wait…”

Bael turned to you, but the waitress took his chin between her two fingers. You had a better plan to get his attention and take revenge on the nosy succubi.

He pushed her hand away and turned to you the moment you settled better on the couch; half lying on the comfortable pillows with a lazy smile, resting your leg on the counter, both legs spread wide open. You opened the package and tilted it towards yourself.

If he had looked irritated by the waitress before, he had completely forgotten about her now. With eyes glued to your body, he nearly stopped breathing.

“Enough.” You poured the powder onto your chest in a thin stream. “Eyes on me. Only on me.”

“If anyone interrupts us...” He didn't take his eyes off you even for a second. “I will kill them.”

The succubus huffed and gave you a disgruntled look, closing the curtains of the osier and disappearing.

Bael sank to his knees. He positioned himself between your legs like an obedient dog. Both you and the alcohol in your blood were delighted with his reaction.

“Now you have to earn me.” You took the crown from his hair and threw it to the side, then tangled your hands in the blonde locks. “Now I'm so angry, you know?”

"I see." He placed one of your thighs over his shoulder and left a trail of kisses from your knee to the fabric of your shorts. "I will do anything to please you…"

"Hope so."

Tugging his hairs harder made him moan. A beautiful, deep sound. The warmth that began to spread over you wasn't alcohol this time. You looked at the package in your hands. Maybe that would also enhance the experience?

“Don't take this, it'll kill you."

If you were more sober, you might even be scared. But now? You scooped tails from the packet onto your finger and put it in his mouth.

“Then you better lick it off me good.”

A long tongue wrapped around your finger. Rough and damp. Full lips began to suck as Bael’s hands traveled up your thighs, under your shorts, right to your ass. This time you were the one whose lips escaped a moan. Bael smirked. You wanted to wipe it off his face. You inserted a second finger, but quickly realized that he should be sucking on something else, so you reached out and pulled him towards you by his hair.

“I hope you are ready for more.” He stood up, pulled your neckline down, and with a long stroke of his tongue, he licked off the white powder that sweat stuck to your body. “This isn’t even an appetizer.”

If he was hungry, you were starving. You pulled him into your mouth and took your time, swallowing those hot, tired lips.

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

What started in a club lounge ended in a hotel bed. He slept deeply. Breathed slowly. The clawed chest rose and fell, and you could stare at his muscles for hours. The paintings you left on his body looked so beautiful; he was yours and yours alone, not any waitresses or other succubi. Without clothes, without a crown, with loose hair, he looked nothing like his usual self. Or maybe otherwise? Being his real self and not a clone.

You moved, but in his sleep, he pulled you closer, buried his face in your hair, took a deep breath. You giggled. Apparently even in his sleep he thought you smelled great. In the warmth of his arms, close to his body, you began to let both the adrenaline and the alcohol wear off. You hugged him, kissing one last time.

Maybe this evening wasn't such a failure after all.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb bael

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vylad243 · 3 months

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Angel! Vox au

I got the fallen Angeli idea from Kevin-ibw Salvation AU, and I wanted to pair it with your Alastor Rut headcanon.

basically Vox is a felled Angel who quickly becomes a overlord and is hiding as a sinner

because 1: it better to trick people into believing his weaker then he seems 2: it will get Lucifer on his ass as soon as he find out, and he have enough shit to deal with

the only people who really knows his a Angel is Velvette, and Alastor (who find out by accident, explain later)

And basically Alastor is trying to court Vox in any way possible because he have fallen harder then both Lucifer and Vox, while Vox is trying to understand why the fuck Alastor giving him sinner died body’s and flower (three rose to be precise, it have a every special meaning)

One day when Alastor was stalking observing Vox for any ideas to give him gifts, Vox let out a pained groan and let out his hidden wings.

Alastor have a gay panic in the shadows as Vox just want to sleep on his desk because he’s too tired to deal with anything (and it like the only way he can really sleep)

So now Alastor is trying to prove that’s he’s the best mate for his angel(literally) and is now 100x more unhinged and possessive for his Mate

and it gets so much worse during his rut, like Vox have to hug Alastor 24/7, unless he wants like half of the pride ring murdered

(Alastor likes to clean Vox’s wings)

@kevin-ibw ( I just wanted to give proper credit since I don't think asks can @ lol)

I adore this so much! With permission from both you, anon, and Kevin-ibw, I would love to write a story about this!

It would truly make Alastor and Vox such a power couple when Alastor and Vox finally get their situation sorted out. I imagine it would be a lot similar to my book at first, where Vox gets chosen as his mate and Alastor would ask him for help before confessing, but the idea of Vox's hesitation being all about his wings just for Alastor to already know is so delicious. (I love secrets that the S/O already knows and just tolerating their partner's bullshit)

#hazbin hotel #anonymous #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #radiostatic #Angel Vox au

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tetsurosboo · 3 months

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There for you.

paring: kuroo tetsurō x fem reader.

wc: 846

warnings: mentions of being sick, usage of my love, love and baby.

kuroo tetsurō, former captain of the nekoma volleyball team and current employee of the jva might as well just be your soulmate, the person promised to you. as difficult as people see you, he gets around you, he always has. so that meant that he saw right through your bullshit; he was attentive and observant, he knew when you were hiding something, when something was off with you, and this particular morning, his suspicions were proven right when he received a call from your mother.

he hates how stubborn you could be when you wanted to, and it always got on your family’s nerves when you never said you were feeling sick or sad because you were never that type of person, and the sentence “you’ll take me to the doctors when i ask for it.” was always used. you always dismissed any bad feeling, but for some ironic reason you always thought the worst out of every situation, it’s funny, for someone who hates being sick, you were often in that situation. so it wasn’t weird for your boyfriend to find out you were down with the flu from another person.

so there you were, laying on your shared bed, almost crying from how unbearable your fever was getting, your body was hurting too and that uncomfortable feeling on your nose and throat that never seemed to go away. and to add to all that fun and magic, you just got your period, so we might add the cramps to the equation. it wasn’t the best day of your week.

you heard the front door and immediately sat up, cursing yourself because you already knew what was about to come, but you decided to play dumb the second you heard his footsteps getting closer and his tall figure was leaning on the door frame, he wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt and see if you’ll admit that you were sick.

“tetsu what are you doing here?” you asked as you raised and eyebrow, finding some strength to get out of your bed. “you should be at work…”

“i asked my boss to let me take the day off since you were sick. how are you feeling, baby?

“i’m not sick, i’m fine.”

“hmm… would you at least give your loving boyfriend a hug? i didn’t get a chance to say goodbye earlier.” he was plotting something, of course, but you didn’t even notice, you were tired and you wanted to hug him too, so you gave in and hugged him, letting out a sigh of relief from how warm he felt against your body. “you’re burning, my love.” he whispered softly and placed his hand on your forehead to confirm, gently pushing you back into the edge of the bed where he sat you down.

“‘m fine.” was all you said before you stood up to walk away to the hallway, into the living room and to the kitchen, but you didn’t get too far to the kitchen because you had stopped to place your hand on a wall for some support, it wasn’t a joke how tired you were feeling, and he just stood behind you with that knowing look on his face and his arms crossed.

“being your boyfriend means i get to take care of you, y/n,” he approached you and placed a hand on your shoulder, making you face him, and as soon as you do, that same hand is placed on your cheek, his thumb caressing it. as soon as you closed your eyes to enjoy his touch, he carried you like a sack of potatoes back into the room. “stop being so stubborn.”

“put me down, tetsurō, i’m not a child!”

“since you want to behave like one, take it like a champ.” he said as he walked back to the room, laying your body gently on the bed and putting the blankets over you, kissing your forehead in the process, you just gave up. “have you taken any meds?” you nodded. “have you stayed hydrated? fever dehydrates you a lot.” and you nodded again. “atta girl.” and he laid down beside you. “you’re not weak for being sick, love, and you’re not bothering anyone either. i want you to speak up whenever you feels sick or anything like that, ‘kay?”

he put the blankets over him too, hugging you and holding you close to his chest as soon as he saw some tears rolling down your eyes. kuroo knew you hated being sick, and he also knew how you always felt like a nuisance even though your family never felt that way about you, but you didn’t like feeling that you were a burden to someone.

“i don’t like being sick.”

he smiled to himself. there you were, admitting that you were, in fact, sick. “i know, love, but i’m here to take care of you…” he kissed your forehead once more as he rubbed your back, feeling how your body gave in and you stopped feeling tense.

he had always been there to take care of you in every extension of the word. through high school, college and now as you two live together, taking care you just comes natural to him, and he loves being able to do so.

reblogs are very much appreciated! love y’all <3

#kuroo tetsurou #tetsurou kuroo #kuroo x reader #nekoma #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#kuroo x you #kuroo tetsuro x reader #hq kuroo

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deanwritings · 11 months

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FwB: Chapter 10 - Blurred Lines

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: FwB - Friends with Benefits.

After walking in on Y/N following a fun encounter, Dean and Y/N decide it would be beneficial and much easier to use each other for their needs. But can they keep it just about sex?

FwB - Master List

Word Count: 2,132

Warning: 18+ themes and language.

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A/N: This is it!! The final chapter!!

The drive back was excruciating, and not just because of how beaten up you were. You and Sam, despite how tired you both were, were working overtime to make sure Dean wouldn’t fall asleep. You were still worried about a potential brain bleed with how hard he smacked his head, and if he got more than an hour of sleep, you had to wake him up and check his vitals. To say he was cranky was an understatement. He would swat you away any time you tried to check him, and any attempts to keep him awake with conversation was met with a wall of silence.

You weren’t sure if it was because he got his ass kicked or if he was still pissy following your talk. All of your anger and pain had faded away when you saw him crumpled up on the car. Now all you cared about was making sure he was okay. But Dean seemed to be holding a grudge either against you or the monster. Maybe both.

Sam, who is normally happy to keep to the speed limit, hightailed it back to the bunker, managing to get you back in under eight painful hours.

As you drag yourselves through the garage and into the bunker, you let your bags fall at the table. Sam disappears down the hallway, his brother right behind him, but you reach out to grab Dean before he could follow.

“Hey, I know you’re exhausted but you can’t go to bed.” You offer gently. You and Sam would need to still keep an eye on him for the next sixteen hours. If he managed to go a full day without any worsening symptoms, he would be in the clear. Until then, he would have to have to be under someone’s observation. Since Sam drove the whole way back, you offered up the first watch.

“I don’t need you to babysit me.” He snaps, pulling his arm out of your grasp. You frown at him and cross your arms.

“I’m not babysitting you, I’m taking care of you. Don’t be an asshole about it.” You huff, turning away from him and digging into your bag for a hoodie, the bunker cold from a lack of heat while you had been gone.

“It’s not like I want to sit around and watch you. I would much rather grab some sleep, too.” You remind him. It’s not like you were doing this for fun. You were going on about an hour or so of sleep, maybe, not to mention all the alcohol that had been in your system when you had been abruptly awakened. And it’s not like Dean was the only one injured. Your side was still aching, as was your shoulder, but you kept that to yourself, considering Dean was much worse off than you.

“I’m not your problem.” He grunts, but settles himself down at the table anyways, replacing the first aid kit ice pack back on his head after taking it off when you first arrived back.

“I could definitely argue that you’re a problem right now.” You mutter under your breath as you pull your sweatshirt over your head, but as you settle into the fabric, you catch a roll of Dean’s eyes. He’s heard you.

“Stop being a baby and suck it up.” You say louder, meaning for him to hear you this time.

Dean grumbles something, but unlike him, you can make it out.

“What?” You snap.

Between the pain of your likely broken rib and your exhaustion, mixed in with Dean’s nonstop shitty attitude, you’ve just about had enough.

So let’s just say you weren’t in the mood for whatever bullshit he was about to start with.

Dean just stares you down, his lips pursing as he decides if he wants to actually speak up louder.

“Just say it,” you order. If he wanted a fight, so be it. Anger was a great replacement for pain. If he wants to have a temper tantrum like a toddler, you’ll stomp your feet and yell just as loud as he can.

Bring it on, bud.

“Why’d you end it?” He asks quietly, his tone a complete shift, and you're thrown off by his question.

You open your mouth, but words evade you.

Why the hell was he bringing this back up now?

“Why does it matter?” You turn away from him, rezipping your bag as a way to distract yourself from the question.

“Because I want to know – that’s why.” He states matter of factly, as if that’s the only explanation he needs. And maybe it is.

You take a deep breath and shake your head. Is it even worth telling him?

Once Dean was in the clear, you weren’t planning on staying around. You had made up your mind last night that you were going to leave the bunker for a while. You weren’t sure how long, and if you would make your way back, but you needed space from Dean. You needed time away to let your heart heal. Because if you had to see Dean every day, watch him fall back to his normal patterns of flirting with waitresses and disappearing on Friday nights, you would never recover.

So if you did decide to tell him, you wouldn’t have to deal with the awkwardness that would surely follow.

But with how pissed Dean was, it didn’t seem like the right time to pour your heart out to him.

Instead of answering, you just sigh, not able to come up with a good enough lie that would get him off your back.

Without a word, you stand up from your bag. If you weren’t going to answer him, you might as well walk away from him. Maybe if you take long enough, his concussed brain will forget he even asked you. Which was an awful thought, but this was an awful conversation.

“For the record,” Dean’s voice follows you as you’re about to step into the hallway. “I wasn’t ready for it to end.”

Your breath catches as your feet stop.

What the hell did he just say?

You pivot, not fully turning towards him, but enough to make sure you could see him.

“What?” You don’t mean for it to come out harsh, but your disbelief is short circuiting your brain.

Dean drops the ice pack from his head onto the table and stands up. He takes a few long strides towards you, but you don’t move.

“Look,” he waves his hand. “I know you had that rule that you can back out at any time.” He continues getting closer. “And I respect that.” You now turn your full body to him, only steps away. “But you owe me why.” He stops in front of you, his green eyes staring down at you.

You swallow down the lump in your throat as you look up at him, your heart pounding in your chest as you can almost feel him he’s so close.

“Why can’t you just let it be?” You whisper, your voice failing you.

You watch as his eyes scan your face, and as you feel tears prickle at your eyes, you hope that in the dimness of the bunker, he can’t see them.

“Because I don’t want to.” His voice matches yours as he continues to watch for your reaction.

When you don’t answer, he leans in closer, and without thinking, you close your eyes and lean into his touch, until your lips find his, moving slow and steady, both of you taking your time, savoring the feeling as your fists ball up against his chest and his hands cup your cheeks.

Your heart feels like it’s going to explode, completely overwhelmed. Your lips begin to quiver.

It’s too much.

“Dean,” your voice breaks as you pull away. You feel a tear push past your lash, trailing down your cheek. “Please don’t do this.” You swallow hard. It was all too much. The pain, the exhaustion, the fighting, and now, whatever the hell this was. Your thoughts were completely jumbled and your head felt it was going to explode from the pressure of confusion.

You feel him recoil away from you, his hands dropping from your face as you open your eyes. He’s somehow already put space between you, his head cocked away from you, his eyes shut and jaw tight.

Your hands shake as more tears pool in your eyes, spilling over without hesitation.

“Dean,” you call out to him, but he won’t look at you as you watch his cheeks flex at the sound of your voice.

He was right. You at least owed him this. And it felt like it was going to crush you if you kept it in any longer.

“I broke it off because I blurred the lines.” You admit hastily, part of you hoping your words were jumbled enough that he won’t fully hear you. But as he slowly finds your gaze, his eyes are glossy and confused.

You take a deep breath, shaking your head, tears splattering on the ground.

“It started off as sex, but somewhere along the way, all the late nights together, I.” You take a deep breath as your heart pounds in your chest, your hands tingling. “I wanted more. I want more.” You correct yourself with a humorless laugh, knowing that’s something Dean can’t give you. You shake your head and lick your dry lips.

“And I know that’s not what you do, Dean. You don’t do relationships, and that’s okay. That was never the agreement. But I can’t just be your fuck buddy anymore, Dean.” You feel resolution flow through you at your honesty, the words and feelings you had been battling against for weeks finally set free, and you take a deep breath and square off your shoulders, your tears subsiding.

“Why?” His eyes find yours, and your shoulders drop as your heart breaks all over again.

Because now you’re seeing what you had missed when you were in the motel; it wasn’t a bruised ego. It was Dean Winchester’s worthlessness enveloping him. Just another person in his life he wasn’t good enough for that was leaving him.

“Dean,” your voice breaks. This time, you walk towards him, and his eyes never leave yours as you take his large, calloused hands in yours. You refuse to break his gaze, and it sets your resolution for your next words.

“You are the best man I have ever met. You care and love like no one else.” You swallow, a smile painting your lips as your next words come to mind. “All wrapped up in one handsome and sex-defying package.” You laugh as more tears fall, and your chest warms as a smile breaks out on Dean’s face, his tongue running over his lips as he shakes his head.

His fingers play along your palm, and he swallows before speaking again.

“Sweetheart, all I want from you is more.” He whispers. “And yeah, me and relationships have never really worked, but if you let me, I’ll give you everything I’ve got.” His eyes shine down at you, and you can hear in his voice, he means every single word.

You nod your head vigorously, your hands jumping up to his face and pulling him down to meet your lips. His arms encircle your waist, lifting you off the ground as he pulls you against him as you smile against each other. You wince as he unknowingly digs into your injured side, breaking the kiss as he sets you down on your feet, concern etched onto his features.

“I’m fine,” you assure him before he can ask. “Just a bruise,” you fib, knowing that if you tell him the truth, he’ll go into doctor mode and begin fussing over you, and you aren’t willing to lose this moment just yet.

You move your hand from his cheek and brush his hair away from his forehead, careful to avoid the bump.

You frown.

“This better not be the concussion speaking.” You narrow your eyes at him, though a smirk tugs at your lips.

Dean just shakes his head at you.

“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” His arms tighten around your hips this time to avoid your “bruise” again as his eyebrows quirk up.

“Well I think I’m your pain in the ass now, so you better get used to it.” You grin, your hand falling to the nape of his neck.

“I think I can get used to that.” His eyebrows raise with a grin as his hands find your ass, giving it a squeeze.

“You're incorrigible.” You huff with a smile.

“Well you better get used to it,” he mimics you, leaning back down and finding your lips again.

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katsukismrs · 1 year

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geyser

context:you bottled up your emotions for too long,and it overflowed when you and your boyfriend argued.

warnings:swearing,overstimulation,fighting,reader has a panic attack during fight,angst to comfort and fluff

author note: the symptoms of panic attacks vary! i just used the ones i get when i have panic attacks,if you get panic attacks i’m really sorry,but you aren’t alone <3. p.s:this is self indulgent don’t mind it lol

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it had all been too much for you to handle;your parents’ constant banter about how you entered U.A and how stupid you were for not pursuing in something “normal”, your training,having to deal with your classmates’ traumatic events because you were someone they trusted dearly with their secrets, having to keep up a relationship with the boy you loved, even though you were tired of constantly dealing with his shit, the list goes on and on.

you sat in the common room, staring into space, the light is too much, the mindless banter of your classmates is too loud, one of them is eating and the smell is too much, the scraping of the metal fork against the glass plate, the couch’s material is too rough for your fingertips, it makes your teeth cringe and gives you goosebumps, you lick your teeth and something made your mouth taste disgusting, and all that resorted into a headache fueled by anger that if someone interacted with you you’d get violent, so you resort to standing up and leaving the common room entirely, going straight to your room, your safe haven.

your boyfriend, Katsuki, with his observant nature, inevitably notices and chases after you, entering the elevator with you.

“what do you want?” you exclaimed, you obviously didn’t want social contact, why couldn’t he leave you alone? but he stayed silent, not answering you at all, the levels of your anger traveling further than that you were feeling right now, is he an asshole?

the elevator came to a stop after what seemed like a decade, you exited and rushed to your room, trying to outrun him, but you failed miserably. he enters the room after you and closes the door.

“so what’s up with the bullshit you kept up in the common room? dunce face directed so many sentences at you yet you stayed silent, you ass.” he scolds you, it angered you further.

“oh sorry, didn’t know you were so considerate of Kaminari.” you replied sarcastically, rolling your eyes, your headache is killing you, you’re on the verge of crying, you wish you could tell him but the words die on your tongue out of anger.

“what the fuck is up with your attitude?” he questions, anger in his tone, fueled by who knows what, diesel maybe? because he might as well catch on fire from how he’s fuming at your unexplained change of attitude.

“what the fuck is up with your attitude?” you counter his question with one of your own. “can’t you notice i’m not up for chit-chat?!” you yell at him, oh shoot. you begin to beg yourself please, to not let out your ugly emotions on him, not on him, anyone or anything else, just not him. but it seems as if your body simply didn’t want to listen, it obeyed your too-selfless-too-stupid commands for way too long.

“and can’t you see i’m trying to see what the fuck is up with all this?! i’m trying to fucking help!” he yells back, this isn’t working between you two at all, irritated Katsuki Bakugou and overstimulated you didn’t mix well at all, you wanted to tell him what was wrong with you, you needed to tell him, you needed to tell him it’s you who’s wrong, not him, not his attempts of helping you, but the way you responded to it, yell it out! you begged yourself, you begged your words to live past your tongue, but they didn’t listen.

“i don’t need your fucking help if you’re that miserable at trying to!” you reply instinctively, please just stop, or he’s gonna leave you.

the thought kicks in.

he might leave you.

he might not understand whatever you’re going through right now.

and that’s when it was enough for your body.

the colors around you begin to brighten up, too much to be normal, your heart speeds up to a too-much rate, your face heats up, your whole body in fact, somehow your brain registers what he’s saying despite the wreck going on, like a building crashing down during an earthquake.

“oh well! i’m sorry for trying to help like a decent boyfriend! thought you told me to practice the ‘asking others if they’re okay when they’re not and try to help them’ bullshit!” he yells once again, mocking you in the process, and it feels like bullshit, you are bullshit.

your body continues to go into overdrive “don’t mock me you asshole!” you noticed you run out of breath, so you gasp violently to make up for the lost air, your skin feels damp, you notice that you’re crying, so you viciously wipe your tears with your forearm. “i told you i don’t need your help! take it-” you run out of breath again,and sniffle this time “take it elsewhere if you can’t do it,you bitch!” you’re crying hysterically, your face smothered in snot and tears.

he stands there, staring at you, he had an observant nature, so how come he didn’t notice you, his significant other, slowly break down?

you whine and weep as you cover your face, it’s burning from the tears, you notice you’re shaking because you can’t cover your face all the way, showing the hideous state you hid for too long.

then suddenly.

something’s warm.

no.

someone’s warm.

arms? where did they come from?

oh.

Katsuki engulfed you into a hug, making your tears suddenly come to a halt. “dumbass, if you felt like this, why didn’t you come to me?” his voice was so gentle. so soft. contrasting what it sounded like earlier too well. he runs his hand up and down your back “continue your crying, dumbass”

and just like a geyser bursting, you burst into tears, the comfortability in being able to cry without limits made you break. you bite the fabric of his shirt, screaming into it, you expected him to let go of you so you don’t get tears, snot, and saliva all over his shirt. yet he didn’t. he instead held you, not minding how disgustingly wet his shirt was getting, it wasn’t disgusting at all to him, because he was in your position before, and you were in his. he remembers the days where he just barged in your room uninvited, and just cried into you, he too expected you’d let go, instead you’d whisper sweet reassurances to him and held him close until his energy ran out. until he fell asleep. and when he’d wake up he’d see that he didn’t change places, that you held him until you fell asleep yourself, and he adored that.

not only is he helping you, he’s reciprocating what you did for him.

your cries finally died down, and you became calmer “i’m sorr-” you apologized, or at least tried to before you were hushed.

“don’t apologize for needing someone to comfort you, dumbass” he told you,quite offended that you’d apologize for needing help from him.

you sighed contentedly, having let out all the burden on your shoulder, yet you still needed his physical contact.

“can we-” you paused, hesitant. “can we stay like this, for longer?”

he didn’t reply, instead he slid his hands beneath your armpits and picked you up, now carrying you, and let that answer your question.

you wrapped your arms around him and linked your feet together, letting him walk around the dormitory room and gently swaying you.

“i didn’t mean what i said earlier,i’m sorry.” you recalled what you called him, feeling a tinge in your heart because of it.

“don’t apologize, it’s not like i meant to actually mock you, did i? and i didn’t even apologize for that.” he replied,scolding himself in the last bit. you fight back a giggle at the last bit.

as much as you wanted to be able to stay like this for longer, sleep washed over you, your eyes began to fight your drowsiness, your eyes fluttering and you taking long blinks with force, eventually you blinked once, and your eyelids refused to open, having lost the fight.

he noticed your breathing steady and how you became physically heavier, how your hands let loose, and how your feet unlinked, so he went ahead and walked over to your bed and laid you down. God, you looked so serene, your chest rising up and down with ease, unlike how heavy your breathing was the previous days, then he looked closer to your face, and he noticed something.

you’re smiling, despite your tear-stained face.

that alone made his heart do backflips, how after a vicious weeping session you felt happy, with him out of all people. he tucked you in and then so-carefully slid in the bed with you, being mindful to not wake you up.

he didn’t need to pull you in, because as soon as he got into bed, you held him, put your head on his chest, then breathed him in and letting the breath out through your mouth, sighing softly, making him chuckle and hold you in return, kissing the top of your head.

“i love you, angel. sweet dreams” he said, his lips against your scalp. he then laid his head on your pillow, and closed his eyes.

#holy moly this took so long omg #i love it though #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki fluff #katsuki headcanons #bakugou hcs #bakugou headcanons #bakugou fluff #bakugo fluff #katsuki fluff #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsukismrs <3

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catscidr · 5 months

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We need more of natural remedy!! 😭 expect with comfort and the reader starts to get better maybe?💕

im so glad you enjoyed it nonnie ueue i was talking about it to my friend and told him i felt like it was the opposite of my magnum opus bc i disliked how i wrote it so much LMAOO im happy it was an enjoyable read!! ur making me all mushy and uegfnshjns (༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ) ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: fluff, comfort, established relationship, proofread only a lil includes: gn!reader, childe wc: 1,1k -ˋˏ continuation to this mini fic! (but this can be read without reading part 1 prior)

Waking up is always a gamble when you’ve been sick for a while. Will today finally be the day that you can get out of bed, or will you be forced to rot in bed again, enduring whatever bullshit a higher power decided to throw in your face by making your body fight some miniscule bacteria in your system? Falling ill is something everyone can relate to, and you (unfortunately) weren’t an exception.

However, when opening your eyes, you find yourself able to think clearly (or as clearly as you can when waking up on a regular day). You rub your eyes clean of the crust, a sign that you’ve slept decently well, and look at your surroundings. Your legs were tangled in your bed sheets, your hair all messy, you even had some dried saliva on the corner of your mouth from when you had switched from breathing through your nose to becoming a mouth-breather during the night... but nothing too out of the ordinary.

Relieved that today seemed to be starting off relatively well, you untangle yourself from the duvet (you make a mental note to wash them later, they still vaguely smelled of perspiration from when you had sweat through them the day before) and hop out of bed. To excited to finally have working muscles, you get up too fast and feel your knees buckle beneath your weight as you fall against the side of the bed with a quiet oof.

The noise startled a certain someone awake, quiet groaning making itself heard on the other side of the bed. Still half asleep, you don’t register that the noise wasn’t from your imagination, but was from your lover, Tartaglia. When it finally does click, you tiptoe your way around the bed and lean down to brush ginger locks away from his face and watch how his brows furrow as a result.

“Nnnh... too bright,” he grumbles quietly, burrowing his face in the blanket covering his body. You chuckle softly, kneeling on the floor and resting your chin on the bed to lessen the strain on your (still tired) legs from crouching.

“‘M sorry I woke you,” you say quietly, pulling the sheet away from his face, just enough to free his mouth from having his voice get muffled from the fabric. The redhead murmurs a quiet it’s fine and stretches his legs, dubious noise leaving his lips.

As he sat up straight and rubbed his eyes, Tartaglia sniffled and cracked one eye open to assess your state. Physically you looked fine, maybe a bit disheveled from having woken up barely five minutes ago, but overall, nothing that screamed “Hey I’m sick as balls and I can’t function”. A satisfied hum leaves him as he leans over you to press a gentle kiss on your forehead, your stomach fluttering at the sweet gesture.

“Nice to see you up and awake,” he says, voice rumbling from his vocal cords not having been used for a couple of hours. You nod in response, standing up from your kneeling position and dust your knees off, stretching your arms over your head.

“Mhm. I’m glad I finally have the energy to stand, at the very least.” Slipping your feet into your warm house slippers, you wait for him to get up as well, observing the way his shirt rode up to reveal strong, freckled skin beneath it. You felt the urge to pepper him in kisses as thanks for him taking care of you for the past couple of days but push it down as soon as you hear (and feel) your stomach rumbling. A sheepish smile creeps its way onto your face as Tartaglia slowly turns his head to look at you, one brow raised, and both eyes narrowed in your direction.

“You’re hungry,” he mumbles, almost accusatory. “Told you that you should’ve eaten something yesterday,” he adds in a way that almost makes him sound like he’s... sulking?

“I know, I’m sorry,” you huff, a bashful flush appearing on your cheeks. “I was just so tired,” you add with your cheeks puffed out, standing your ground. No way was he going to make you feel guilty for wanting to sleep of all things.

Unable to keep up his irritated façade, Tartaglia smiles at you. He stands up, putting on his slippers as well and ruffles your hair affectionately. A noise of surprise leaves you as you turn to face him, watching his figure retreat out of the bedroom door and into the hallway leading towards the kitchen.

“Hey, what was that for!” you huff, catching up to him easily, his lazy strides not making it all that hard to stay away from you. Tartaglia simple chuckles, the sound easing your nerves at least slightly.

“Mm, payback.” He responds with a lazy smile, opening the fridge and taking some fruits out. Some raspberries, blueberries and other various small fruits to snack on until he decides to make a better breakfast. He places them on the table- in which you eagerly sit at, tossing the berries in your mouth with a delighted hum.

“Thanks for helping me bathe last night,” you say softly, watching the redhead take some ingredients out of the fridge and the pantry, placing them on the counter. He takes a large pout from one of the cupboards before glancing back at you and flashing you a coy smile.

“Mm, ‘course. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t help my beloved in their time of need?” he says dramatically, turning his attention away from you and back to the pot in his hands. He fills it up with water, the sound echoing in the bowl, effectively muffling the sound of Tartaglia sniffling for a second time this morning.

You shrug, picking out a few raspberries out from their container and tossing them in your mouth. Silently, you bask in the joy of being able to properly breathe through your nose, lounging in your chair. You did feel better, however you still felt slightly weak from not doing anything for days on end. Just as you were about to speak up and mention how funny it was that Tartaglia hadn’t gotten sick even though he’d been sticking to your side like glue, he sneezes.

You jump in surprise, caught off guard by the sheer intensity of the sneeze. He wipes his nose, back still facing you- almost hoping you didn’t hear it. But how could you possibly not have heard it when it was loud enough to wake up whatever wildlife was hanging around your humble cabin?

Shoulders slumping, you heave out an exasperated groan, holding back a laugh from the pure absurdity of your situation. You get up and grab a box of tissues for him, handing it to him as you pat his back reassuringly. Of course he would get sick now of all times. You still can’t help but to tease him, though.

“...Did you have to sneeze in the pot?”

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ashlingiswriting · 9 months

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do i know you? chapter three

[ 3k words ] [ prev chapters: one, two ] [ masterlist ] "it’s an unfamiliar sensation, not being able to completely read him. it skitters over you like static electricity." richie jerimovich x reader, past mikey berzatto x reader, slow burn

you’re on call every day from eight at night to eight in the morning, so by the time richie rolls up, you’ve usually just eaten a late breakfast and he’s heading home after work. there’s a consistency to his late night appearances, a rhythm that becomes comforting.

there’s no pretending and no politeness—what would be the point? they should invent a word for this. maybe childhood-friend-in-law would do, except you had a snowball’s chance in hell of ever marrying michael and you always knew it. that’s the feeling, though. familiarity comes built in. even when he gets truly infuriating, you don’t leave feeling worse than you did. more pissed off, sure, but never worse. it’s a distinction worth noticing.

some nights are easy. you talk about questionable obscure music in which you really do not overlap or middling mainstream music in which you do, running out of concerts and context. sometimes it’s pure bullshit, gossip or make believe, starting up elaborate jokes too lame to admit to in front of anyone else, then discarding them when they’re outworn. sometimes it’s old stories, sometimes it’s pure speculation.

hand to god, some nights are good.

and then there’s this night.

you’re barely out the front door when richie calls out, hey. where the hell were you?

you got called in real early yesterday, so you missed seeing him last night. but that’s no cause for him to yell, the entitled little jerk. you shoot him a baleful glare. then, as you take in the sight of him, you settle a little.

he’s not truly angry. you’ve spent enough time with him now, you’d know.

with a shrug, you shove your hands deep in your pockets and come stand beside him.

last night i had to smoke all by myself like a fuckin loser, he says.

that's your cue to say, you are a fuckin loser, but you don't take it.

he offers you a drag on his own cigarette, and you shake your head. you want it bad, but you can’t. you all but smoked yourself to death between crises yesterday, and you’re trying to convince yourself now that giving it up will somehow fix things.

but nothing will be fixed, and it’s not your responsibility anyhow. this is not your city. you’ve felt that acutely of late, as each of your last links to it is broken one by one. coke or the cops, what difference does it make? the caruso kid didn’t listen to you, didn’t listen to anyone, and once his infection got bad enough, his wife called an ambulance. it’ll be the cops for him if he survives, and his father after that, the next domino to fall. you yourself are somewhere in that long line, just waiting for your turn.

work sucks, huh, richie says.

you look over at him to find that he’s already looking back at you, a little sleepy but not good enough an actor to hide the keenness in his observing eyes. it’s dangerous that he noticed you were gone and it’s dangerous that he’s noticing you now, but it feels really, really fucking good.

yeah, you say. i thank god every day that i am a woman of leisure.

he laughs. well, i’m just grateful that you allow yourself to associate out with me, you know. me in my rags and you in your pearls and finery. he gestures at your sweatpants and gigantic parka.

once my tiara’s back from the cleaner’s, it’s over for you, you say.

sure, and i’ll be crying my eyes out in a pint of cherry chocolate chip.

with that, he launches into a long, winding tale about the shenanigans he pulled at the beef today, installment nine hundred and seventeen of his neverending battle with a guy named fak. you’re not following, but you’re not trying to follow particularly hard, either. you’re too tired, and you’ve got other shit on your mind.

that’s the closest richie has gotten to mentioning your job in weeks.

used to be that he’d poke around with dogged persistence, as though he thought he could needle you into submission. he asked after your boss’s health, your credit score, your childhood high school. he complained he had to take a shit or that it was too cold out to stand around. all that. anything to invade, get inside, get a little more information.

michael was like that, too. the difference between the two is that michael won. conquered you, most if not all of your secrets, and fell asleep in your bed long before even a month had passed. but richie’s been at it for a few months now and he seems to have given up. he doesn’t know your job, your last name, or your phone number. he could pick you out of a lineup but he could never track you down. and he’s decided to let that go.

it’s just as well. you’ve got leftover dim sum in the minifridge right now, and if he pushed hard enough, you’re pretty sure you’d take him up to share it. siu mai re-steamed and slices of lo bak goh re-fried in hot oil in a pan, savory and delicious, nothing better. you can’t cook, but you’d still feed him well if given half the chance. you’d arrange the table with takeout napkins and your only two sets of matching cutlery, you’d—

the real richie rudely interrupts your thoughts.

you’re not even listening to me, are you, he says.

no, i’m not, you admit without an ounce of compunction.

just like everyone else, hey? fan-tastic. there’s a real bite to the way he breaks the word in half.

you look at him, startled and stung. don’t be such a fucking baby.

man, fuck you, he says. real anger, rocketing out from his chest.

fuck you! you stare at him, legitimately astonished. maybe it’s your fault for not paying attention, but you really have no idea where this is coming from. you’ve been good. maybe your mind strayed for a while tonight, but what about every other night? you’ve always listened, or at least pretended to listen, to the travails of his divorce, his money problems, his insane workplace, his dysfunctional quasi-adopted family. and there’s a hell of a lot of it. you’ve been really fucking good!

apparently, not only has he not noticed this, but he thinks he’s entitled to even more.

you say, what do you expect here when you’re going on for eons like fucking always. do you think this is fun for me?

well, someone has to talk since you won’t say shit about shit with that paranoid secret agent—

oh, fuck. something about the way richie cuts himself off. you dread whatever he’s got to say next.

he says, what’s that supposed to mean, do you think this is fun for me?

jesus christ. you fumble in your coat, only to remember that you threw away your last pack. i don’t speak in fucking riddles, richie, this is not that type of situation.

then what type of, like. his face wrinkles in horror and disgust. am i a charity project?

this is like having a migraine, but worse. i never said… truly, what the hell is going on? how did you even get here?

dredging up the last of your energy, the emergency fund, you turn it into bravado, your default response to an unexpectedly angry man. you give it your all cause that’s the only way to do it, turning and facing him head on, putting your shoulders back and standing square over your own two feet.

what is this, richie? you wanna fight? you really wanna fight?

yeah, i think i do actually, says richie, alarmingly ready. i think i really fuckin do.

fine, you spit.

you tilt your chin up so you can look him square in the eye and you give him the worst you got, spiteful already, and then you start trying to anticipate his next move.

there’s a lot of things he could say, as it turns out, a lot of things that only he could say, because he was there for everything. he witnessed the aftermath and attended the funeral. he could have you skinned like a caught rabbit given half the chance, and you just handed it to him on a silver platter.

besides, he has a right. he loved michael even more than you did.

the realization dawns on you far too late, and then the dread sets in. can he see it in your face? when he opens his mouth, you’re setting your jaw so you don’t flinch.

forget it, he says flatly. he turns away a little, steps back to lean against the building, and in the shadow of the building all you can see is the shape of him. if you concentrate, you can make out his profile against the gray concrete.

at first, you can’t quite believe it. it’s mercy, after all, and that’s rarely reliable. but after his last cigarette, richie folds his arms tight across his chest and tilts his head back, eyes looking up towards stars that neither of you can see through the city lights.

eventually, you do start to think the mercy is real. you test it.

can i have one? you say.

richie doesn’t even hesitate. he reaches into the left pocket of his tracksuit pants, produces a pack, and hands it over. it turns out to be brand-new box of menthols.

you look at it for a moment. your throat’s doing that thing again. he really did notice that you weren’t here last night, huh.

i don’t do charity, you say, after a second.

it’s fine, forget it, he says.

i don’t, though. you don’t know what to say, but you know you can’t leave things there, so you keep pushing, and the words just come out. richie, i’m—i’m really a piece of shit.

he looks at you directly again, but this time it’s a question. he doesn’t try to negate it with a brainless autoresponse like ‘no you’re not.’ he just listens, plain and simple. for a second, you’re at a loss.

sudden and frightening as a car crash at the next intersection, the impulse flashes through you: tell him the truth, the whole truth. test him for real, watch that mercy melt away, inevitable as ice on hot pavement. teach him to hate you like he should. it’s like strong hands digging their fingers into your shoulders, the thought, and you’re reeling.

i… you swallow, smash it down, yank the car back onto the road. i hate ice cream and babies and long walks on the beach, i hate old ladies and libraries. you look over at him. i kick dogs every chance i get.

there it is, at the corners of his mouth.

heartened, you go on, nearly tripping over your words. like, small dogs, richie. puppies. right in the head, i kick them.

now you’re both smiling, and the relief is so fucking crazy. you’ve fought with him so many times before, but you’ve never gotten scared by it before. this is a first, and you have no idea what to do. all you can do is repeat, i don’t do charity.

okay, he says. okay.

you lean against the wall, and you’re absurdly heartened when he does the same right next to you. something about the symmetry, something about the weight off. you finally light up one of the menthols, and you have the night with richie back again. the breeze brushes by, chilly but not unbearable. it’s perfect.

what happened today? you say.

i thought you’d like it, he says. it was funny.

go on, then.

you wonder if richie might try to make you say please, but he doesn’t. he walks you through the whole day of catastrophes, from the broken toilet to the loss of electricity, from the loss of electricity to the fucked-up fridge, from the fucked-up fridge to the outdoor grill—

that’s really cool, you say.

he grins. right?

whose idea?

from his crooked, exasperated smile, you know it wasn’t his.

syd’s, he admits.

you raise an eyebrow. so i take it the culinary institute is good for something.

he scoffs. no way they taught her that. that—he points at you—was pure chicago.

oh okay, so we’re giving the credit to the city.

yeah, we are, cause it’s like—

the city, not the woman.

it was very chicago of her! that’s a compliment. don’t make it a feminism thing. his voice matches yours, a near-laugh ribboning through it like fudge in ice cream.

alright, okay. you’re smiling like a fool and you couldn’t care less. so then what?

so turns out fak’s connect isn’t much of a connect, surprise surprise, and it’s gonna cost us fifty-five hundred just to get the fridge back up and running. so he and carmy come to me, all hat in hand, and they’re like—shit. i didn’t tell you about the dealing, did i? you got me all turned around.

didn’t tell me bout the what now?

fak snitched on me earlier, told carmy i was dealing in the alley back behind the beef. i’m not moving much weight, just like. he gestures vaguely. covid, he adds, like that’s an explanation. please don’t have a fit about this, i’ve had all i can take from carmy already.

you shake your head once, thinking hard, processing. the more you think on it, the more it unsettles you.

i knew he was dealing, obviously, but i didn’t know about you, you say. after a second, you add, richard edgar jerimovich?

jesus, he mutters.

is that right?

and here i thought carmy was going full mom. edgar, jesus fucking christ. richie’s torn between aghast and amused. where’d you get that from?

that’s your middle name?

yeah, but—

you hold up a hand, not rude, just asking him silently to let you finish, and he does.

richie, you broke your wrist when you were twelve trying to play tackle football with the big boys on asphalt. at some point in your thirties, you started getting a rash every time you ate shellfish, but you still do it anyways, ‘cause fuck it’. and to this day you hate nightmare on elm street cause he convinced you to watch it with him when you were both way too young.

none of this richie told you himself. it all came straight from michael.

you say, how do i know all that, but i didn’t know you were dealing?

richie says nothing, so you look over and find him watching you already. it’s an unfamiliar sensation, not being able to completely read him. it skitters over you like static electricity.

you got a pretty good memory there, huh, he says.

it’s coke, right?

it’s just coke, yeah. was coke. it’s over now. richie shrugs wearily, turns away, and stubs out his spent cigarette on the concrete wall. mikey and his fucking secrets. i don’t know what to tell you.

you can say that again.

richie says nothing for a beat, then: mikey and his fucking secrets, i don’t—

okay, okay.

he breaks into a small smile as you watch him, and then you keep on looking at him even as the smile subsides. a car goes by, and you look down at the pavement as the headlights sweet over both your faces, only looking back up at him once the car is gone.

the thing is, you really did think you knew him. what a crazy thing to think, when this is a mistake you’ve already made before with michael. you thought you knew him too.

there could be so much of richie you don’t know, because michael didn’t know—or because michael didn’t tell. and yet richie isn’t a stranger. at any moment you could close your eyes and picture his face, imagine his voice. he’s in you that much, at least.

so here he is, through your own eyes. you’re determined to fix him in your mind, not richie from the stories, but richie as he really is. his hair is dark and close-cut, his beard too. his eyebrows are scant, and there’s a ridge on his forehead as if to make up for it. his nose is straight and straightforward. there are bags under his eyes, because of course there are, but his eyes themselves are as blue as summer, so blue they’re barely believable. that’s him, that’s his face.

then there’s the eternal black leather jacket, oversized and complete with unnecessary shoulder straps for all the bags he’ll never carry. he stinks of kitchen in general and arby’s curly fries in specific. he’s allowing you to stare at him, an indulgence that you can’t question without being a dick. he makes you want to not be a dick. all this is here, all this is real.

he rubs his nose with the side of his wrist.

you must be tired, you say quietly.

when he smiles like that, it’s almost like you can look down past a few decades and see the teenager you never got to meet. i’m never tired, he says.

he’s always tired, you realize. of course he would be. you only ever see him after his long-ass shifts. go to bed, richie.

that was too gentle for sure, because he says a little curiously, getting some real weird vibes off you right now.

you take one last drag, then push off the side of the building, gathering yourself to go. you want normal, don’t come to me.

heard, he says with a chuckle. g’night.

goodnight.

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The breaking point

"We are better off without you, you know?" Regulus said it in English now. Which hurt even worse. Because that meant Barty and Remus would understand it. Regulus just wanted to humiliate him. It reminded Sirius of Walburga. "There is peace!" Regulus exclaimed next "No more fights. No more tantrums. No more yelling..."

"That's not true" Sirius whispered swallowing his tears. That wasn't a peaceful home. He wasn’t the only one that provoked fights and yells. Orion and Walburga fought all the time. Walburga was constantly yelling.

Regulus was just saying that because he was pissed. He was angry that Sirius left. But how could he not? Regulus had witnessed what they'd done to him. Why was he on their side? What if they brainwashed him? Put him against him?

"I care about you, Sirius. But please don't come back" Regulus swallowed. And Sirius saw ghosts of tears on his eyes "It doesn't work with you, Gryffindor. You are too chaotic"

Sirius’s body shook with anger. That anger made him move. He wanted to shake some sense into his brother. And he felt even more anger when Remus's arms wrapped around him. Stopping him.

"You are a fucking wanker!!"

Regulus was more inteligent than this. How could he let them change him?

"Je suis désolé"

Sirius wanted to slap Regulus until he got some sense of what he was saying. He wanted desperately to get his brother back on his side. If he ever was.

"Sirius, please" If only Remus could let him go.

"Let me go, Remus!!" Sirius roared.

Regulus just observed. He only observed. His friend Barty was looking at him with amusement. He was with his little camera again. That weirdo.

"Careful Sirius" Barty said. "You know, I know what your case is... It's called... Suppressed Homosexuality..."

Sirius froze. He felt his body shivering with panic. How could he?? Sirius hadn't said anything about what happened to his friends. A little bit to Euphemia but he didn't dare speak about the matter. But apparently Regulus had said everything to Crouch. Bloody Crouch!! Sirius hated that he knew. He hated that he was judging him just like Regulus was doing. Sirius felt betrayed and naked and vulnerable. He hated it. And worse. Remus had heard it. Remus who was too intelligent. Remus who had kissed Sirius last term. He was going to jump into conclusions.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" He yelled at Barty, struggling to free himself "WHAT DID YOU TELL HIM?" Sirius yelled at Regulus with fury.

Finally poor skinny Remus couldn't contain Sirius and he freed himself, pushing his brother against the wall, grabbing him by his collar. Regulus's eyes were looking at him with fear but his expression was of exhaustion. Like he was tired if Sirius outbursts, with Sirius’s bullshit. He was also proving his point. Sirius was the crazy one.

"You are so stupid, Regulus!" Sirius was scolding him. Because he couldn't believe he was turning into one of them. Only a few months had passed since Sirius left Grimmauld Place and Regulus was different. "You are so bloody stupid, Regulus!"

Sirius shook him as tears ran down his cheeks. Regulus seemed to be holding his. He clenched his teeth and pushed Sirius away.

"Stop touching me!" Regulus exclaimed "Go with your new family and your new brother!" then his eyes turned towards Remus for a second then to Sirius again "Faggot" he added whispering.

Sirius pushed him into the wall again, with more force and more anger. Now Sirius was blind with the urge to hurt him.

"Bastard! You fucking bastard!!" Sirius yelled, wrapping his hand around his brother's neck. He didn't know what he was capable of. Regulus struggled to free himself. Remus and Barty were yelling and trying to break them apart. But Sirius didn't listen. He was blind with rage, with sadness, with desperation.

Sirius would have continued if it wasn't for another pair of arms dragging him away. Those arms were stronger and ticker than Remus's or Barty's.

Sirius was embarrassed to see James pushing him away.

"What the fuck are you doing??" he asked, eyes full of disappointment "What is going on here?"

Sirius was still panting and crying with the adrenaline.

"Sirius, that's your little brother"

Regulus was caughing as his friend checked on him. Everyone was looking at Sirius as if he had gone mental. Barty, Peter, James. Except for Remus. Remus was avoiding his gaze. Sirius was embarrassed. He always lost control. He was like a monster unable to control his anger and impulses. Exactly that had provoked Orion into hitting him repeatedly.

"You're wrong, Potter" Regulus clenched his jaw as his eyes fixed on Sirius "He is not my brother anymore"

"You little piece of..." Sirius wanted to approach again. But James placed a hand on his chest, avoiding it.

But Regulus didn't care anymore. He turned to his friend. "Let's go, Barty"

"Yeah"

Regulus gave Sirius a sad look before walking away.

When the Slytherins were gone, Sirius was still breathing hard. Adrenaline was wearing off, and everything that happened came back to his brain. Everything Regulus had said began hurting.

"Pads..." James tried to say something. But Sirius stopped him.

"Nah, Prongs" he said, swallowing the tears "I want to be alone, please"

Sirius didn't even look at Remus, although he could feel his eyes on him. Sirius just turned and ran away before any of his friends could say anything.

#The Blacks got Sirius’s worst side #And unfortunately that was all Regulus saw #The toxic environment of the Black Family stained their relationship #marauders #maraudersera #muggle au #sirius black #regulus black #the black brothers #remus lupin #barty crouch jr #james potter #wolfstar

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CHAPTER 2/10 ★ Masterlist ★ Subscribe on AO3

Pairing: Jason Todd/AFAB!NB Reader, Minor Wally West/Reader

Summary: Some of Jason's memories return. You're included in them.

Tags: vague soulmates au, jason has temporary amnesia, Jason/Reader Endgame, Fluff and Angst, post-resurrection, Sexual Content, Happy Ending, Past Relationship.

WC: 1,818

After a tough night, you traipse into the kitchen and greet your guest with a tired, “Morning.”

Jason snaps out of his daze and meekly offers, “Hi.”

He’s taken a seat at the counter, but he still wears the blanket like a cape. He’s cute. You have to refrain from saying it aloud.

“Want some coffee?” you ask. You hold back an endearing nickname. It’s strange to want to fall back into routine with him.

“Sure.”

You busy yourself with the request, and Jason stares at your back. Although he wants to melt into your embrace, the yearning isn’t so strong this morning. He assumes it’s because he has you within arm’s reach. He watches how you move with practised ease. It’s a comfort that you’re unbothered by his presence; it means you feel safe with him. At least, the old him. He’s not sure that Jason exists anymore.

Soon enough, you present him with a mug. He takes it and tries to smile gratefully. It’s more of a grimace. You don’t mind.

“I have to work today, but you can stick around,” you tell him over the top of your coffee.

Jason stiffens. He doesn’t want to be without you. Makes the confusion rage within him. He doesn’t voice it.

“I can grab you something after if you’d like. Matcha? Pastries?”

He must like them, he thinks. You know best in this situation, so he nods.

You smile like he’s said something funny. “Which one?”

Whichever brings you back to me the quickest.

“Matcha,” he decides. “Thank you.”

God, he wants to ask what your name is, but it feels like a betrayal to you both.

“S’okay, Jason.” You leave your cup in the sink and pause at his side. Ever so slowly, your hand catches his shoulder. He observes, blank-faced. You sigh at how long his curls have grown in captivity. You wonder how the bone-white streak got there.

“What?” he asks, worried you’re upset with him.

“Nothing, I…” Your knuckles rise but stop mid-air. He looks at them, then at your face. Cautiously, he leans in to meet them. He lets you skim his jaw because of how it softens your expression.

He’s warm from being wrapped up in the blanket all night. His stubble is coarse. You’ve never seen him with so much hair. “I missed you, s’all,” you murmur, gentle as you continue to caress him.

He can’t do much but let you savour the moment. The idea of anyone else touching him is horrifying, but you—you’re okay. It’s the one thing he does know.

You give him a final pet before your hand drops. “Sorry,” you say sheepishly. Jason’s a stranger in your life now, so you need to respect his boundaries. “I’ll see you later.”

Jason watches the hook latch onto you and tracks the line as it unreels.

Jason soon discovers that the method to make matcha is embedded in his muscle memory.

Once you realise, you let him do it for himself. He’s shy to ask for most things. You can only hope to draw him from his shell as time goes on.

He doesn’t talk much about his death, nor does he often ask questions. You suppose it’s a lot to deal with at once, so you don’t think it's too strange.

He only eats when you’re around, and he doesn’t eat a whole lot when he does. You have to coax him to take a few extra bites with every meal. He’d previously mumbled something about ‘not having much of an appetite these days.’ It makes your blood boil knowing he was starved so badly before his demise.

Jason only naps. He finds it hard to do so when it’s quiet, and equally hard when it’s noisy. There’s no safe time when the nightmares won’t creep in, so he avoids it for the most part. You scold him for it. He’s running out of ways to distract you. There’s only so many times he can use ‘I remembered something’ before you strangle him. Especially when it’s just bullshit like a street name.

You ask him to stay each night so he knows he’s welcome. Apprehensively, he does. He has nowhere else to go without tipping off his family, and he can’t wander far without heartache. So, he stays and he broods and he waits for a miracle.

You tread through the apartment hall towards your bedroom, although you stop when you spot Jason in front of your bookcase. He stares at the photo frames there, eyes scoping out each person. He finds Dick first.

“West,” he says next.

Your mouth pulls up. “You recognise him?”

Jason nods. He picks him out of the line up. He also notices how Wally leans into you, cosier compared to the rest of the group. He’s yet again left to wonder how long he’s been gone.

“Anyone else?” you ask.

“Troy.” And he keeps going because each name he recites lessens the tension in your shoulders.

Cheekily, you point yourself out. “Who’s that?”

Jason sighs overdramatically. “The devil in disguise.”

You elbow him despite how it amuses you. He smiles at you shyly.

“You could just tell me, you know,” he says.

Your smile turns coyer. “Where’s the fun in that?”

He rolls his eyes, but still, he promises, “It’ll come to me.”

You sleep on the floor at the foot of the couch when Jason needs to rest. It’s the only way he’ll relax enough to doze off, so you don’t mind. It’s nice to watch him slip into peacefulness. It’s nicer to sleep near him again, even if you’re not tangled in each other’s arms. There’s a sense of safety in it despite how you’re now the one who watches over him relentlessly.

You’re semi-conscious in that strange state before proper sleep; the one where you can hear your own thoughts as well as the ongoings of the outside world. Your head lolls backwards against the cushions and Jason’s blanket. His scent envelopes you and you nuzzle into it. However, you’re jolted from your stupor by a foot to the head. “Ow,” you grouse as you rub the spot.

It’s another beat before you become aware of someone hyperventilating. You jerk upwards and clamber onto the couch without another thought. You slot yourself into the sliver of space that’s left. “Hey, I’m here,” you say, hands landing on his knees. Jason writhes under the touch. “I got you. You’re safe, I promise.”

His eyes are glassy as they frantically scan the room. “I—” He chokes on whatever he tries to get out.

“It’s okay, Jason. I got you, alright?” you whisper, hoping to soothe him.

He looks at you and his expression breaks your heart. There’s snot and sweat and tears streaming down his face. His chest heaves with every breath. You rub his leg. “Breathe,” you say quietly. “In, one, two, three; out, one, two, three, remember?”

He nods half-heartedly as he tries to mimic the routine.

You lean across him to grab a tissue from the coffee table. But unexpectedly, when you return to your haunches, his body crashes into yours. You feel his small sobs shudder against your shoulder. Your head drops against his. “I got you, don’t worry,” you say as you wrap an arm around him. You murmur it into his hair like an incantation.

“The last thing before—” he cries. “My mom.” The words crack. He becomes a broken music box of repetition: my mom, my mom, my mom.

You don’t know how to comfort him. Sheila died with him, but you don’t think she’s been resurrected too.

He answers for you. “I tried to save her,” he babbles. “I tried, I did—”

“Jason,” you say firmly, “there’s not a single part of me that doubts that. You did everything you could. You died protecting her.”

He bleats, “Could’ve done more—”

“Don’t you dare say that.” You breathe in deeply, trying not to shake. He gave his all to his mom. He lost it all for her. “You gave her every opportunity to choose different.” You exhale, stroke his hair. “She chose wrong.”

At that, he quietens; snuggles closer to listen to your heartbeat. To convince himself you’re right.

The miracle arrives two days later.

He slinks behind you while you potter about the stove. You toss ingredients together in a frying pan. It smells good, but he thinks his news is worth burning the food for.

“I remembered something.”

You laugh without turning around. “Damn it, Jason, I’m making this for you—”

“Your name,” he says, and he slips closer. It’s like now that he has the key, he’s being called to the lock. The puzzle of his mind and his life can be solved with these secrets, surely.

You freeze where you are. He sees the muscles in your throat work to contain your feelings. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

It catches you off guard when his forehead dips and lays against your shoulder blade. The breath from his nostrils makes you shiver. The moment is intense and overwhelming as you wait for him to speak.

And then he says your name. He says it a few times, in actuality. Forces it to sink into your skin. Uses his nose to burrow it thoroughly.

If this is his home, then relearning your name just means he’s opened a window to let a fresh breeze in—air out the dust.

The words wobble as you ask, “You know me?”

“There’s gaps,” he muffles against your back, “but I know you.” He says your name again for good measure so you believe it’s true.

You turn in a flurry and throw your arms around him. He’s crushed into the hug and he welcomes the way your chest racks against his.

You shouldn’t be trying to recreate Niagara Falls, but the floodgates have cracked. Your sobs are damn near hysterical, but Jason just holds you as he lets his own tears escape.

For some reason, it hurts as much as the day you lost him, even though he’s right there. Maybe it’s the missing time. Maybe it’s just the utter tragedy of it.

Some people get a second chance. No one gets one like this.

Jason sinks into the crook of your neck and revels in your warmth and love. It’s been too long since he felt anything but the cold earth. “You kicked my ass when we first met,” he says against your throat. “It was damn sexy.”

You laugh through your tears. He goes on to recount the little flashes he remembers—the random things he knows about you. How you prefer mandarins to oranges, salty to sweet, and how you need to be kissed at least six times a day.

Jason doesn’t let go until he stitches the dam back together. And it might be duct taped, but it’s the best tool he has right now.

#jason todd #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #wayne family adventures #jason todd smut #jtsolace*

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futureplayboibunnie · 1 year

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‘HONEYMOON’

Dr Strange x fem!reader

- OOOOH SHIEEET. did i get carried away? yes i did but fuck it. i promised the most nastiest, classiest smut fic yet inspired by one of my fave lana del rey songs so here it is! given the title, its probably assumed that this fic is abt marriage but i thought fuck it- here’s this horny brainrot instead. love ya. enjoy x

Salt air and the humming of electrical wires and crickets coursed through the sunsetting air of Portofino, Italy. Feeling bliss in the hues of the purple, pink sky , shimmering yellow clouding the cloudless sky, the humidified air full of bees sipping on petals; you finally felt at piece with your static thoughts, the waves of the ocean calming the turbulence of today- the turbulence due to the inadmissable Stephen Strange. You were staring out into the balcony, resting against the cool metal of the glass railing, letting the thoughts wrap you up for once.

Tony had been impressed with yourself and Stephen's work, as overbearing as he can be, he can also be quite rewarding when the time calls for it- he told you and Stephen that you had been working yourselves too hard, that you needed a vacation so he gave you the keys to his apartment complex on the sandy beaches of Italy, you weren't refusing it, though Tony used this as an excuse for you and Stephen to 'figure each other out.’

Whatever that means. You weren't sure you even wanted to know.

Stephen Strange was a violent man, though at most times he was the rational and level headed sorcerer everyone expected him to present, he couldn't deny the history of aggression that surrounded him. He knew he was but he alwavs moved in silence, never letting anyone pluck out a single thought in his brain. All these inane questions from ill-informed people, envious people intent on probing on his life, his love life- no, he wanted people to stay away, even his teammates and colleagues, but you obviously didn't take 'no' for an answer.

Stephen hates the unexpected, you were unexpected. But he was willing to entertain a little bit of quiet time he never really experienced on a day to day basis, even if it was with you- Tony can give and he can take away just like that. He needed to take advantage of this brief period of calm.

It was dusk, he was cruising through the blues as he walked up the stairs of the impossibly lavish complex to just sit on the balcony and let himself be whistful and just think blankly. Stephen was surprised to see you standing out there on the balcony as he made himself through the master bedroom, you seemed tired, perching your head up in one hand as you leaned upon the rail staring out into the Portofino skyline intently. Stephen cocked his head slightly to look at you in this light. You were wearing a billowing silk robe, short, simple, sweet but it brought out everything just right, long legs on display and skin glossed by the dusk sun.

Yeah, you were attractive.

You and him were in a weird sort of situation, you rarely ever spoke to each other but you would trust each other even if your lives depended on it. An unspoken bond, both brooding and grumpy, hard features, no humour.

Opposites attract is such bullshit. Right?

He made his way out to the balcony to be in your company. When he closed the balcony door behind him, you didn't even look sideways to see if it was him, you just exhaled and continued your prolonged stare at the palms and the ivy.

You had a sweet face that was blushing now, an innocent pale rose. This is the most you've given away in time. He wonders if all of your skin is like that- flawless.

‘’What do you want.’’You said to him, impassive as always, voice quiet and firm all at once; you blink erratically, long lashes fluttering.

‘’The view.’’He stated simply as he perched himself next to you, trying to bridle his thoughts.

‘’Dreamy.’’ You muttered with a small smile on your face, and with that you captured Stephen's sentiments entirely, a keen observation. The view was outstanding, cosy and comforting. He hadn't felt comfort in a while, he was restless and in need of a diversion.

You could be that diversion. He shook the unwelcome thought out of his head.

He agreed as he watched, fascinated and intruiged, as the flush creeped upon your skin once more. You were a mystery and he wasn't sure if he was willing to unwrap it at all. Your hair was wild and messy, the subtle breeze sweeping it away; the silence wasn't uncomfortbale, it was just heavy and impossibly loud in his ears.

Be gentle Strange, don't provoke her. He thought to himself.

‘’You seem bored.’’ He attempted to coax you out, hell, you hadn't uttered a word all day- wasn't this supposed to be a vacation?

You exhaled. ‘’I just don't want to talk.’’ You turned your head to look at him in those dark blue eyes, candid and expectant. Suppressing your gape at his pretty face, you took the time to revel in the air of him. He was all rugged, stoic and masculine as if he needed to prove something. You could see through him and his incessant need to isolate to portray a version of himself he wanted everyone to see.

‘’You can think out loud.’’ Stephen creased his eyebrows as he stared at you.

‘’I don't need your permission.’’ You tugged yourself away, building that wall again, being cold as a defense mechanism to hide.

Come on, Strange, tread lightly.

He let vou huff and you both sat in the radio silence, staring out into the waves crashing against the shore. You were both breathing each other's air, not filling up the quiet with nonsense.

‘’Pico Boulevard and Wilshire Boulevard.’’ You breathed out dreamily, lost in the idle thinking of the beauty LA held, even though you were in Italy. ‘’I wanna go there.’’

‘’Never striked me as an LA person.’’ He raised a questioning eyebrow but kept his face stern.

‘’Used to live there before all this superhero crap.’’

‘’Oh.’’ He said softly.

‘’But I was alone there.’’ You regarded the skyline with a puzzled and hard look as if you were remembering something you didn't want to, gulping away the knot forming in your throat. You pulled yourself out of your daze with an upright posture, turning to look at him again as if you could see the blood and turmoil into his dark soul. ‘’I'm alone everywhere.’’

I could really take care of you.

What the hell was he thinking?

Stephen frowned at the startling thought. He wasn't the type of man to take care of things, especially people, especially you. Cosmic threats and torment was a different sort of deal that he was willing to take but looking after you was out of the question...wasn't it? He was violent, prone to acting out, selfish when he wanted to be, impulsive.

But I want to take care of her. She's been through enough.

‘’I'm tired of killing.’’ Your voice was deapan but full of that sincerity that couldn't escape him.

Your eyes were big and wide, something to get lost in entirely, that attractive blush stealing across your cheeks once more, hell, it was like a defense mechanism. Stephen's eyes flitted to your mouth as you parted them to speak.

Fucking hell, how could he have missed something like this?

‘’This is a first. Small talk.’’You gave him a crooked and agreeable smile.

Yeah, yeah baby but right now I don't give a damn because I've only just realised how inviting that mouth is. Inviting indeed.

Stephen didn't like his wayward thoughts but they were there, sitting in his mind.

His broken heart was beating and he thought it was salvaged beyond recognition a long time ago. You were making it beat again. It was blackened by self loathing and arrogance eons ago, he was informed that he didn't have one. It was simple as that, he wishes it weren't true; you were teasing out a humanity in him and it made him uneasy. He was exactly like you, alone for so long.

Stephen was a man you had no desire to fall for, but you did. He's the man you don't fall for. But how could you not? He was a messy man and you didn't want them clean cut and tidy, you wanted the mess. You could save him from himself and he can save you, two broken people in need of a warm presence in this impossible world with an impossible job: saving the world and avenging the wronged.

‘’I like hearing you talk.’’ Stephen's face darted forward as he muttered the sincere compliment, he thought if you looked him in the eyes when he said it, you could see everything he was trying to hide.

You freezed at the admission and you felt yourself get flustered, tucking a stray strand of hair escaping as you tucked a tuft behind your ear. Stephen was pleased about it.

Ah yes, the usual response.

Your lips were parted in surpise and Stephen surpressed the urge to tip your chin and close your mouth for you. You've been kissed before but not often, the thought is surprisingly.. pleasing.

Yeah, yeah suck it up for me baby.

He wishes he could get that moment framed. You really were sweet when you wanted to be, the whole package when you weren't brooding or being moody, but he would be a hypocrite to call you out on it. You were beautiful, polite and had all the physical attributes any man would drool over. You were so damn frustrating, a different creature all together and he was feigning a toxic interest.

‘’Nice to have someone listen.’’ You breathed, shoulders fixed as you tried to remain somewhat sentient as if your knees weren't buckling over his intense gaze. Against your better judgement, you wanted him, damn with the consequences. He tilted his face to smile at you and you were covered in that delicious pink he'd grown to love, it was like you were waiting for his attention. He was very pleased, it was clear he influenced your bodily reactions.

Oh, I can give you all the attention in the world honey.

His salacious thoughts were becoming louder and louder, like alarm bells and he would do anything to make them stop.

‘’It's like a honeymoon. Without the honey or the moon.’’ You let out a brief chuckle, that little twinkle in your eyes adding a lightness to the air.

A strange wave of posessiveness washes over Stephen as did the waves on the shore. It darkened his mood as well as his stare, it was like a subconscious back off stare to any other man in your life even though it was just you two in this moment. The atmosphere was thick with unfulfilled desire and it was thrumming with his brainwaves.

‘'What man wouldn't want you.’’ Stephen's face darted off to the skyline once again, he said it so casually that it made your breath hitch in your throat.

Get a grip, Strange! Jesus.

Why the hell did he always do that? Catch you off guard at your worst moments.

You glared at his face with an intensity you've been trying to feign, Lord above, the man was decadent. Messy and decadent. Grey streaks shining under the now moonlit paled sky, a few strands straying loose as his eyes traced back to yours. A prolonged stare, a prolonged fight, and you weren't prone to losing.

'What are you talking about?' Your voice was breathless and husky, almost alarmed. Shit, he thought he overstepped his boundaries- the look in your eyes said otherwise though. Have you seen through him? Have you deliberately been antagonising him? Your pupils dialate- Stephen knows he could fall into your gaze and never return, you take a deep breath. You stared at his lips for something to fall out of it, entreating him, begging him for a morsel. Anything to stop your scattered thoughts

Oh...sweetheart. If only you knew.

‘’Surely, it's obvious isn't it?’’Stephen's heart rate into an obnoxious overdrive as the darkness surfaces and bubbles in his chest, stretching and tightening its relentless claws around his throat. He doesn't want to fuck this up. Not now. Not ever. To put it simply, you were darling. Sexy. Warm. Moody. Oil soothing upon his deep, dark and troubled waters, there's no way in hell he could fix himself without you. Damn.

‘’I'm awed by you, though I'm sure you've figured that out already.’’ Stephen had trouble starting all of this out but once he started he couldn't stop.

‘’I feel as though I'm incapable of leaving you alone. There's too much of you, too much I want from you but I don't think you're ready for something like that.’’

Your mouth pried open slightly at his out of the blue honesty but you felt yourself panic at his fleeting moments left with you, he was inching to move away and go back inside but you stopped him by grabbing onto his bicep to make him face you, eyes full of insatiable wonder and curiosity, you were blinking up at him dumbly, stunned by his admission. Stephen Strange, the man with guns blazing around him, the man people warned against...wanting you. His halo was full of fire, leather black and eyes of blue.

‘’Too much you want from me? What do you mean Stephen?'’ Your eyes were wilting, eyebrows tensed. He was sure he wasn't thinking straight, his hands grabbed to cradle your face, your skin was soft, smooth, supple and with one touch he wanted to feel every inch of you. You shivered into his touch, stilling and then melting into him, eyes fluttering as if it was a relief.

‘’Say you want me too.’’ You breathed, it was a plead, a beg. Stephen could kick himself at your words, the moody recluse finally coming out of her shell…now this was a turn of events.

‘’You don't want to be with me, sweetheart.’m Stephen warned with an assuring smile, so certain of himself that he would be bad for you, cloud you with hisdarkness.

‘’You're wrong. I'm not scared...I just want you with me. Stay with me.’’ You ran your hands through his hair, you watched him groan slightly into your touch. ‘’ Please.’’You whispered in his ear as he twisted his hands in your hair; you were both just holding each other, Stephen was breathing in your air, engulfed in the scent of your hair.

‘’Kiss me.’’ You gaped into his vast, deep blue eyes. Stephen wanted to laugh. Kiss you? Just kiss you? He wanted to fuck you, spank you. Watch your skin pink under his palm, like that delightful blush that was on your cheeks again. The irony isn't lost on him.

He does though, his lips touch yours gently before endulging himself completely, then teasing your lower lip with his deep. You gasped as he held your body flush against his, suprised with how hard he was holding you, as if he would die if he let go. Stephen's hands travelled upon your waistline, grasping onto you. You ripped your lips away from his, studied your reflection full of desire in his darkening glare, you pulled him by the intertwining of fingers into the bedroom. Stephen couldn't remember the last time he wanted a woman this bad, you were just so fucking unreadable. He always did have a knack for falling for mysterious women, the kind you never knew what was capable of. You led him to the edge of the bed, standing and gawking at each other. You were a jewel.

‘’Lord you're frustrating...’' His said softly as his hands raked through your hair, lips so close and noses nudging.

‘’Given the opportunity you can be very high handed.’’

‘’I always get what I want.’’ He reassured with a chilly glare.

‘’How boring must that be?’’ You flirted as your mouth found his and glued onto it. Damn. Your wit was as disarming as it was charming. You were so responsive, it was delightful.

You moaned against him as he started feeling you through your robe, hands travelling the expanse of your back, fingers finding the goosebumps on your skin, hands curving upon your sweet ass. He wanted to tease you but he also wanted to shock you, tie you up, make you beg, edge you...maybe you would let him tonight, the atmosphere was thick was neediness anyway, kink could make it all the more desperate. His idle hands fiddle with the string of the robe, you stifled the urge to smirk against him. The sweet, appreciative noises echoed through him- right to the end of his dick. Your tongue tentatively meets his...wow...you were very eager. You couldn't remember the last time you didn't overachieve. He thought you tasted luscious- a potent heavy mix of flavours he couldn't quite identify. He simply didn't have the time to. You were so desperate to get in his pants. Stephen wanted to strip you, arouse you some more. He pulled on the strings and it fell cascading down your shoulders, your body was divine. You inhale sharply, naked before him, your hands fist in his hair and he grunts.

‘’You present so well.’’ He cooed- almost drunkenly, so wooed by the filthiness of it all. He pushed you on the bed after he reached behind his back to rid himself of his shirt.

Your eyes are closed, mouth slack, all long limbs as you're sprawled on the bed. Fuck, you're enticing. His cock was hardening in his pants. Hell, the things he could do...the things he wanted to do...You're almost naked on the bed, your hair framing your face perfectly. You were panting. Waiting. Begging through heavy eyes for him to do something, but all he could do is stare…so beautiful in your wake. You caught him in the act though.

‘’Gawking?’’ You smiled. ‘’You could be doing anything...and you're gawking?’’

‘’I haven't even touched you yet and you're already falling apart. Don't be coy and reprimand me.’’ He warned with blackened eyes as he crawled up the bed, eyeing you as if you were his. Only his. The thought pleases him. He didn't want anyone elses paws on you. He was right though, you were shaking under his gaze, he hadn't even done anything yet. It made embarrassment course through you, your cheeks reddened. You squirmed beneath him.

How adorable.

‘’Keep. Still.’’ Stephen leaned down and kissed the delicate skin of your inner thigh, he trailed kisses up your thighs, over your panties- fucking hell, your were soaked- across your belly, nipping and sucking as he went. He enjoyed you writhing beneath him. He wanted to intensify every touch, keep the ball rolling with every kiss, every nip. The thought alone made him wanted to fuck you so hard you were left trembling- he had enough of being gentle. He ripped your panties off with his teeth.

‘’Stephen. you're insane.’’ You exhaled sharply.

‘’For you.’’ You could practically hear his smirk.

Stephen's mouth entrapped your nipple as he bit on one and kneaded the other, your fingers balled into his hair and tugged hard; jaw jutting upward as you arched into him- it was almost unbareable.

Keep still, baby. Keep still and just take in all the pleasure.

Sensing your pleasure was driving him to distraction, you were so fucking repsonsive and ready for him. You're breathless and panting, lost in the fire of immortal pleasure. Stephen's lips captured yours, tongues battling tongues until he let go and tugged at your bottom lip as his hand travelled down your body. He held you, pinned you, feeling your heat, he slowly circled around you. Fucking hell.

‘’So wet.’’ He regarded, completely pleased with the sight and feel of it all. So tight, so wet, so right. So... necessary, seductive, needy, desperate. Pent up feelings caught up in the whirlwind for so long.

‘’For you.’’ You mimicked with a wicked gleam in those eyes.

"You're maddening.’’ Stephen bit at your neck and you let out a shaky exhale at the action. While doing so, he unzipped his pants and tugged it down. He was sure hasn't been this hard in a lifetime.

You were too tense to even look at how big his cock was, the feel of it was enough to tell you how big it was. He pushed himself inside you, he swallowed your cries, your wetness providing him with a much needed ego boost. Has he ever been this aroused? He can barely contain himself. Stephen positioned himself so he could take vou at his own bare whim; eyes open wide, imploring him, seeing him for who he was. Violent. Aggressive. Overprotective. Jealous. Unable to share what was his. But here in this moment, he was letting himself be intimate with you. You'd be the only person as of recent he would allow himself be intimate with.

You were sure this was what heaven on earth was like, him rutting in and out of you, setting a brutal and prolonged pace. Your hands escaped from his hair and your nails left indents on his forearms. The darkeness is slumbering, probably due to his incessant pining for you- he was a stubborn man full of intense arrogance...but he felt a thaw. You were the one that was thawing him.

You had never felt this desire, this type of hunger before, it was startling as it was new and shiny. You wanted so much from him, he said he wanted too much from you- it was perfect.

You weren’t being such a smartass now, were you?

Baby, you’re drooling.

‘’More.’’ You whine.

‘’More?’’ You nodded, his time he thrusted into you that much deeply, continuing such a thundering pace. Your trust in him was overwhelming as it was potent.

Stephen grasps your head, holding and twisting your head in place while he claimed your body and kissed you impossibly hard, claiming your mouth too. That was also his. You stiffened beneath him, he got excited- it meant you were so close to cumming all over him, all around him. You were honey dew.

‘’You're my fucking undoing, you know that?’’ Stephen admitted.

You cried out as you felt your body consumed in fire, you were doused with his desire and this was the spark of the match that set your soul ablaze; tipping your head back, your head was embedded in the sheets..just the sight of your ecstasy was enough. He exploded inside of you, mind haywiring to static, he was losing all sense and reason, he called out your name as he dripped inside of you violently.

When you opened your eyes, you were met with a hard, passionate face. The man was fucking...indescribable. You were both panting, forehead to forehead. The gift he's always wanted. Stephen planted a swift chaste kiss on your forehead, he pulled out of you and he felt your wince as he lay beside you. The warmth of your presence was enough.

‘’Maniac.’’ You giggled.

‘’Aphrodesiac.’’ He corrected and you stifled the urge to roll your eyes at him.

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Stephen hadn't had a good night of sleep in so long; now it was morning. The birds cawing, the heat tinged air floating through the room due to the open balcony window, the sheer drapes flowing as did the wind. You were here, in bed with Stephen Strange. Both naked in twisted bedsheets with wine bottles covering the bedside tables.

Breathing in….and out….in and out.

Mimicking every mutter of his chest as your head was in the crook of his neck, his fingers stroking your hair delicately. Beauty in the madness of it all, except you were the madness, his madness but you could be peaceful as you were right now. No care in the rot inducing world, testing the blood soaked waters.

Stephen felt at peace for the first time in a while, he felt like he was on a honeymoon- you did mention it before...

Whatever this was, he was happy with it. You were tracing your fingertips on his ridiculously defined chest, making these moments soften the hard shell you both spent ages building up and it told him that peace was possible after all.

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