#if it is-- pls save yourself the trouble and walk yourself out the door

[gxdsfavgal]

I don’t really like you

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Agro!reader

Warning: angst, mentions of death, arguments, teasing, making out, early start of smut, almost getting caught, there will be a part 2 (smut), very scrambled writing, not edited

A/N: reader has agrokinesis which is the power to control/manipulate plants/earth stuff lol… also pls comment if you want to be tagged in part 2

Update: part 2 here!

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Wednesday is finally enrolled at Nevermore after years of trying to convince her. I’ve known her since we were little, we had our own little trio whenever our parents would have dinners. It was always Wednesday, Xavier, and I, and occasionally Pugsley.

Our parents all met at Nevermore, all of them part of the Nightshades. Of course, we had to follow in their footsteps.

The news spread fast around campus, talking about what she did at her other schools. I saw her with Enid while having a tour of the school.

“Wednesday!” I hollered from the door I was leaning against.

She quickly turned around and with a confused and pale face, her eyes widened.

I walked up to her with open arms, I knew she wouldn’t give into the hug but it was worth a try.

“Y/n.” she sent a quickly smirk as we nodded to each other.

“You two know each other?” Enid cocked her head.

“Since diapers.” Wednesday spoke with her monotone voice as the three of us walked around the courtyard.

“Yeah Wednesday, Xavier, and I.” I muttered out.

“Wait. You mean to tell me that you and Xavier used to be friends?” Enid threw her hands in the air as she spoke loud.

“Enid, shut up.” I was quick to cover her mouth with my hand. I looked around the courtyard to see if anyone heard, and of course Xavier was looking right as us.

“You aren’t friends with Xavier anymore?” Wednesday asked.

“They’re always argu-”3

“Enid. I don't want to talk about it. It was nice seeing you Wednesday.” I sent her and Enid a small smile before walking away.

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It’s been a few days since Wednesday arrived, she’s always getting in trouble. Though, last night she decided to do her own little tour of the school.

“What did you tell Wednesday?” Xavier stopped me while I was on my way to my dorm.

“That she can sneak into the kitchen pantry and steal snacks?” I questioned, trying to swerve away from him to get to my room.

He followed behind me heading up to the girls corridors.

“What? No. You told her about what happened that night.” his big eyes showed that he wasn’t messing around.

“I literally didn’t tell her anything, I erased that night from my mind.” I pointed to my temple. “Probably should’ve asked one of the sirens to make me forget.”

I shoved past him and continued walking down the long hallway to my room, his heavy steps close behind mine.

Once I opened my door, I tried to close it as fast as possible but he slid through.

“God can you leave me alone?” I groaned loudly, throwing my book bag onto my bed.

“How does she know about the Nightshade library and what happened that night?” he asked towering over me.

“Xavier, I don’t fucking know how she knows!” I threw my hands in the air in annoyance. “Why do you care about her knowing?”

“Fuck. I don’t care about her knowing, it’s about the elder Nightshades knowing! About our families knowing!” he was close to be now, his neck turning red from his anger.

“You did this to yourself. I told all of you he didn’t seem like himself, you knew since you were his roommate. I told you guys not to kick him out, plus you let them embarrass me. I haven’t even told my family that i’m not a Nightshade anymore.”

“You got yourself kicked out, you thought you could help Rowan with your plants. He almost killed that kid.” he waved his hand around signaling all my plants.

“I saved that normie with my plants, don’t forget that. If it wasn’t for me, we’d all be wanted by the normies. You’re part of the reason he’s dead. And don’t even deny it, you know that wasn’t him after the fair.” that shut him up quick, he knows i’m right.

He shook his head and made his way to my door. “Wednesday declined the offer.”

“Good. We don’t need anymore egotistic skinny dippers here.”

Then he was gone. My heart was racing. I haven’t talked to Xavier in a few months, and I definitely didn’t expect the first time to be an argument.

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I heard a knock at my window, it possibly could just be the old welding creaking. It’s midnight, who would be outside my window at midnight?

knock knock.

I quickly and quietly wrapped myself in my blanket and nervously walked towards the window. I opened it and looked around to see who was there, nobody. 

I was about to close my window until I saw a blur in my peripheral vision. It was Thing, giving some sassy attitude because I couldn't see him.

“What?” I whispered to him, rubbing my tired eyes.

He started signing to me, telling me things with his fingers.

“Slow down. Wednesday? What? She needs me to- stop.” I quietly barked at him.

“Why does she need me to go into the Nightshade library if she has total access?” 

He began to sign again, having a slight attitude with the way he moved.

“Fine. But make sure to tell her to stay out of trouble if she’s one strike away from getting expelled, and that she owes me.” 

He understood and nodded then made his way out of the window.

I quickly put on my hoodie and grabbed my phone before sneaking out of my dorm. The corridors were dim and quiet as I crept down to the Poe statue.

I stood in front of the old statue and held my hand up. "snap twice." I breathed out.

My thumb and middle finger rubbed against each other quickly, letting out those two snaps. The statue grinding against the concrete floor, opening and revealing the stairs to the secret library.

I walked down the cobwebbed filled stairs, shivering from the cold of the lower level.

I reached the library, walking over to see the picture of my parents hanging up on the wall. The Addams and Thorpe family next to my parents frame.

“What are you doing here?”

My hand shot up and clenched into a fist to conjure a strong vine to grab the owner of the voice. I tightened my fist to make sure the vines were tight and strong. 

I turned around and saw my vines holding down the hands of Xavier. I loudly sighed and rolled my eyes knowing that he’s in my way again.

“Let me go.” he struggled against the vines. His white shirt loose on him as his sweatpants were tied.

“Why would you creep up on me?” I jerked my head forward, my hand unclenching to release him.

“Why are you here?” he rubbed at his wrists.

I ignored him and moved towards the large shelf of books. My fingers dragged along the dusty spines of the book, trying to find the book.

“You shouldn’t be here.” he followed behind me with every step I took, so close that I can feel his breath on my hair.

“I can be here if I want to.” I turned to face him but he bumped into my chest from the quick halt. “But don’t worry, I’ll be out of your hair soon.”

I have a sarcastic smile and turned back to looking for the book that Wednesday needed.

“But to answer your question, I’m here for Wednesday.” I crouched down to the books on the lower shelf.

“Why couldn’t she come here herself?” he asked, leaning against the bookshelf as he looked down at me.

“Why are you here?” I looked up at him. Looking up at him from this angle brought thoughts in my mind that I didn’t need.

“Im actually a Nightshade, you on the other hand aren’t.” his arms crossed over his chest.

I quickly stood up to face him, he towered over me. I looked up at him, his nose flaring a tad as we had a stare off while we were merely an inch apart from each other.

He was the first one to look away, rolling his eyes and turning his head. I turned around and started looking for the book again. 

“Are you going to help me look or just keep breathing down my back?” I asked him with a playful tone.

He put his arms up in surrender, walking away to the desk where his things were set up. He sat on the chair and continued his sketch.

“Fucking finally!” I sighed out as I grabbed the needed book from the shelf and held it against my chest.

I walked over to Xavier, standing behind him as I watched his fingers smudge the led of the pencil. I couldn’t really tell what he was drawing, it was unfinished and his hand was covering most of it.

“Are you going to leave or just keep breathing down my back?” he continued drawing, not even turning to look at me.

“Hmm I don't know. Maybe I like breathing down your neck, it seems like it gets you annoyed.” I had a small grin on my face. We used to have this type of playful banter before that traumatic night, I sort of miss it.

He scoffed and I just knew he rolled his eyes because he was annoyed of me.

I took another look at his drawing, this time I’m able to see the almost finished product. It looked so familiar, he added so much detail that I felt like I knew what it was.

“What is it?” I pointed to his paper.

He closed his sketchbook harshly and dropping his pencil onto the table. He leaned on his elbows on the table, just sitting there in silence probably thinking of ways to kill me because I was annoying him.

I began to turn on my heel and silently walk towards the stairs that I came down from earlier.

“Why do you think that wasn’t Rowan?” he blurted out. His body in the chair is turned to me as I turned back on my heel to face him.

“Why don’t you believe Wednesday?” I questioned against him.

“I asked a question first.” he tilted his head, motioning for my to tell him my thoughts.

I walked closer to him, setting down the book onto the table as I leaned my hip on the edge. I made sure to keep a distance from him.

“I stopped him on his way to the car and I gave him a bundle of lavender. He said that I always knew it was his favorite. Everyone knows he’s deathly allergic to lavender.” I crossed my arms over my chest with a huff. “Now, why don’t you believe Wednesday?”

Xavier rubbed a hand over his face. “Isn’t it weird that on her first couple of days she was almost killed by Rowan, then witnessed Rowans ‘murder’ and was supposedly saved by the monster?”

I shrugged my shoulders, basically telling him in makes sense.

“It doesn't line up.” 

I rolled my eyes at him which I received a scrunched up face from him. “I think you’re in denial of his death. You’re making up excuses. Just admit that I’m right.”

He scoffed louder this time, his fingers combing back his hair. The veins in his arm were prominent and his hands were always so nice and pampered.

He went to stand up and slowly reached to grab his sketch book, but I was quick enough to get ahold of it before him.

“Give it.” his voice had a hint of playfulness behind it, but his face didn't show any sign of a smile or smirk.

“C’mon, just admit it.. and apologize to me.” I conjured a vine to hold his book against the wall with thick trailings of the plant tight around it.

“Are you serious? It’s late” he rubbed at his eyes as he held out his hand waiting for me to give him his book back.

“You just have to do two things, it’s not hard.” I had a small cocky smile on my face.

“Fine.” he rolled his eyes.

I was nice enough to loosen my vines from his book that was up against the wall. My vines bringing his book to my hands.

I cocked my eyebrow telling him to carry on and say what is needed to be said.

“Rowan is dead, and that wasn’t the real Rowan.” one of his hands stayed in a fist at his side, while the other still was holding out waiting for his book to be laid flat on his palm.

I hummed as I began to flip through his sketches.

“Dude!” he jumped out to me but I was quick to pull back, still looking through the hundreds of sketches.

“Wow, you’re really into this whole monster thing huh?” I had a sarcastic shocked face.

I moved my body over to the desk where he sat earlier, leaning my thighs against it. My eyes scanned through the pages, looking at how intricate the detailing was.

“Stop.” I jumped at me again, my body leaning back onto the table as his chest was close to mine. I clicked my tongue at his failed attempt. “Just give it.” he breathed out as he was still an inch away.

My eyes drifted to his eyes. Fuck. Those green eyes tortured me, and those lips. I really shouldn’t be feeling this type of way.

“I’ll give it if you answer a question.” I sent him a smirk.

One side of his lips tilted up, but he tried to hide it by dragging hand down his face.

“Fine.” he huffed out.

“Have you ever drawn me?” I tilted my head to the side as I watched him think through his answer. 

I can tell by the way his mouth opens and closes that he doesn't know if he should say. I already know the answer.

“Tick tock.” I bopped my head side to side.

“Yes.” he muttered out.

A smile formed on my face as his cheeks began to blush.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. Can you say that again?” 

“Yes! Fuck, I’ve drawn you.” his hands frustratingly combed his hair back.

I flipped through his sketch book to find the page of a drawing of me. My eyes were drawn to be seductive, dark, and my lips more plump. On the other page is a drawing of me laying in bed but a chain dangling over my face. 

I looked up from the page to see the same dangling chain. I look further up and see Xaviers face red from embarrassment. 

“Look, you weren’t-” I nodded and closed the book, pushing it against his stomach telling him to grab it. 

His hand grabbed it the book but I didn't let go of the book, I pulled on the book and brought him close to me again. My brought my lips to his, dropping the book onto the table.

He pulled back from the kiss. “I thought you were weirded out.” He looked at me with wide confused eyes.

I dragged my hands up to the nape of his neck, my fingers lightly scratching his scalp.

“I like weird things.” I shrugged my shoulders and pulled him back down into a kiss.

His hands moved to my hips, pulling him into me and his fingers squeezing tightly. My hands gripping his hair as we breathed heavy and our tongues clashing.

Both of us moaning into each others mouth as he pulled himself between my legs, the many layers of clothing between us. 

We suddenly heard the heavy scratch of the statue moving and footsteps tapping against the stone. Xavier and I quickly separated from each other and stood apart as we waited to see who it was.

I quickly fixed my hair and clothes, and he did the same.

“Well hello Mister Thorpe and Miss l/n.” 

“Miss Weems.” we said in sync as we nodded to her.

“It is pretty late, so I suggest that the two of you get some rest.” the tall blonde stood with her arms ushering to the entrance as she stood in a silk grey robe and matching pajama pants.

“Will do Miss.” I sent her a smile as I grabbed the book that Wednesday needed as Xavier grabbed his sketchbook and pencils.

The two of us walked up the stairs with Weems following closely behind. 

“Goodnight you two.” Weems said quietly once we reached the hallway, she then made her way down the opposite way of our corridors.

“I still hate you.” I muttered to Xavier then turned my heel to the girls corridors.

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[jennaissantes]

sillage — yjw

sillage: (n.) the trace of someones perfume.

SYPNOSIS: yang jungwon knows youre pretty. hes always thought you were pretty. just how long can he manage to keep that to himself? OR the five times you catch yourself lingering on jungwon.

PAIRING: black cat!jungwon x golden retriever! reader [gn but a bit fem implied i think]

WC: 1.2k

GENRE: fluff!!! friends to lovers. sort of clumsy reader and jungwon who always takes care of them.

WARNINGS: none i think oh em jees

NOTE: happy birthday wonnie 💗💗💗💗💗 thank you for being such a wonderful leader and being with enha ☹️ pls take care of urself ilysm ☹️❤️❤️❤️ i hope u guys like this fic huhu 😅😋 do reblog!!

jungwon knew you were pretty.

he had always thought you were pretty, ever since the first time he met you, which was at jay’s house party. 

your hair under your baseball cap and pretty lashes peeking out, he knew he was in trouble. He wondered if hed ever be able to tell you how pretty you were.

i. 

“mom ill be home a bit late today! ill be at jungwons for a project, love you bye!” you shouted over your shoulder as you struggled to carry all your things through the door. 

your bag, along with a half eaten sandwich and your wallet and a book in your two hands, anyone could tell that you were running late. but you couldn’t care less, you just really needed to catch the bus on time and see jungwon. 

seeing his smile in the morning was something you couldn’t start your day without. 

you ran to your bus stop, thanking all the gods in a silent prayer when you saw your usual bus arrive.

“just on time again huh y/n?” the driver smiles warmly at you and you laugh at him in slight embarrassment before nodding and going inside.

you move towards the back of the bus, and sit at your usual place, smiling in excitement as you see jungwon boarding the bus. his eyes search for you and when he spots you, he sends you a smile, and you let out a sigh of happiness, returning the smile.

he walks up to your seat, eyeing all the things you were holding in your hands. “do you want me to hold a few of your stuff while you try to put them in your bag?”

you dont need to answer him as he takes your book and wallet from your hands so you can open your bag with your now free hands.

he helps you keep your things inside and sets your bag on your lap, looking at you. “rough morning?”

you look at him “yeah. oh god i missed my alarm again! how could i be so forgetful, really.”

jungwon just smiles at your ranting and gives you one of his airpods as he plays your favourite song. 

you try not to blush when you notice his lingering stare on you.

ii. 

you rushed out of your class, just almost tripping over your untied laces. it wasnt often that you fell down so why bother?

you were excited to see jungwon after that horrendous physics lesson. you had no idea how jake sim managed to love the subject so much. maybe someday youd ask him for his help.

you enter the cafeteria and your eyes search for jungwon. it was very crowded but you managed to find him, sitting by your usual table, with one seat reserved for you. he smiles at you and waves at you to come over.

“saved you a seat. how was physics?” you sit down and take out your lunch. “oh gods it was terrible. i will never understand physics.” jungwon smiles at you.

“anyways we should probably eat quick, riki said he wanted to show us something.” you raise your eyebrows. “that kids probably up to no good again.”

“as if you didnt sneak out with him just last week to go to that concert. i couldve bought us tickets you know?” you giggle at him “it was soooo much more fun to sneak around. you shouldve been there won. if only you didnt have to stay home that day.” you pout.

jungwon ruffles your hair, “its okay we’ve got so many more we can attend together. properly this time, not by sneaking around.” you feel your cheeks heat up at the thought of going to concerts with jungwon, alone.

“okay lets go, riki must be waiting.” jungwon walks next to you by the hallway, noticing how you try to match your steps with him. adorable.

“wait your shoelaces are untied. ill tie them for you.” he stops you and bends down before you can even say anything. “won its okay. its not like im gonna fall down anyways.” 

he gets up after tying them, a satisfied smile on his face.

 “still”

iii.

“you are such a dumbass. i swear to GOD y/n you have got to stop calling me at 3am to go shopping with you.”

you can only laugh at his tired frustration. of course no one liked being woken up at this hour, but you really wanted to go on a midnight convenience store run.

“i should. but i think we both know that i wont.”

he can only roll his eyes at you fondly. 

you drag him to the ice cream section and gasp when you see your favourite flavour at the top. but before you can grab it, you see jungwon grabbing it. 

“this is your favourite flavour isnt it? lets get this one and share.”

oh. he remembers your favourite flavour. 

you stand there, unmoving, as jungwon moves towards the cashier and pays for the ice cream. 

“y/n? arent you coming? i already paid for it.”

“what? oh. oh yeah. wait up.”

iv.

you were about to combust.

holding hands with jungwon was new. not a bad new, it was good. 

what if your hands were too sweaty and he felt disgusted? what if hes just being nice? you did feel cold after all. him holding your hands and putting it in his coat pocket was just.. normal. it happened between friends all the time. right?

“you feel any warmer?” his voice breaks you out of your train of thoughts.

“yeah i guess.” you dont look at him, opting to look at your feet and walking in sync with your best friend.

you think that he would let go of your hand now that youve told him you feel better. but no? he only tightens his grip on your hand.

your already red cheeks feel even warmer at the action.

if only you had taken a look at jungwons face too, youd have seen a small smile on his face and his adorable red ears.

v.

“how many times do i have to tell you to not play in the rain. youre going to get even more sick if you do.”

you had finally faced the consequences of playing around in the rain when you should have stayed in. jungwon had rushed to your place the moment he had gotten to know.

you looked at him apologetically, before you felt another sneeze coming up your nose. jungwon looked at you in worry before getting up to make you something hot, to help with the cold.

“you dont have to y’know.” you say to him weakly. jungwon was the only person who took care of you during times like this. he appeared put off to others, because he didnt like talking to many people. but only you and a few of his other friends knew how he really was.

“oh but i do. if i dont, whos gonna take care of you?” he says, giving you some tea.

you dont know if it was that particular lighting in your room, but you really wanted to kiss him. you were almost sure that he liked you back. or at least thats what you thought. either way it didnt hurt to try right?

“can i kiss you won?”

what. 

how could you just ask him that so casually?

“what?” he asks you, his heart stuttering in his chest. jungwon thinks hes never liked someone as much as he likes you. 

“can i kiss you jungwon?” you repeat your question, your heart beating out of your body in anticipation. 

“yes.” he manages to get out. but before you can do anything, he stops you. “but not now okay? youre sick right now. do you want to get me sick too?” he smiles at you pouting.

“no .. but… ok fine youre right. then id have to take care of you too.” you roll your eyes playfully as jungwon carefully slips into the bed next to you, and places your head on his shoulder.

“i really like you y/nnie.”

“i really like you a lot too won.”

and now jungwon knows he can never let go of your lingering perfume smell around him. ever. 

i.

jungwon thinks youre pretty. maybe even more than before. but this time, he lets you know how pretty he thinks you are, always with a kiss.

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[soireegurl]

can u pls write bully jungwon? i love ur works they're too addicting 🫶😭

Thanks for requesting 🫶🫶🫶 and thank you for liking my works💗

Sniffles and heavy breathing are echoeing throughout the classroom.

You were alone in the Janitor's room cry and wishing that someone will walk by and hear your calls.

You have been locked up for god knows how long.

It's already evening, almost everyone have left the school. Even those who haven't, they will just hang out in the cafeteria...

No one would ever come to the science block and no one will notice that someone have been locked up in the Janitor's room.

And this is all thanks you to your bully, Yang Jungwon...

You just transferred to this school about a week and eversince you transfer here, Jungwon have been bullying you.

From asking you to do his homework, randomly pulling your hair to pranks like locking you in rooms...

You always gave in to him because you didn't want more trouble for yourself.

But today, you had enough... You just want to get out of here, get out of this school, get away from Yang Jungwon.

Suddenly, you heard some noises outside... Sounds like someone humming to some songs.

You immediately stood up and started banging on the door and called for help.

"Hello?! Is there anyone out there?! I'm locked up and in the Janitor's room!"

You shouted as loud as you can so that the person can hear you. The humming stopped... You thought the person heard you. So you continued.

"Hello! I'm here! Please help me!"

You heard foot steps coming closer and closer.

Your eyes glistened with hope.

Are you finally gonna get out of here?

"Tak-da"

The sound of door unlocking was heard, the next second, the door was opened.

You smiled widely at the fact that you are finally out of here.

But, when you saw the person standing infront of you, your smile dropped.

"Tsk tsk... What is this attitude? I saved you... And now you are giving me a black face?"

The culprit is none other than Yang Jungwon...

"Thank you but I should go now."

You said coldly and tried to sneak away from him but ofcourse he is not gonna let you go.

He grabbed you by your arm and turned your around.

"Yah... Do you have a death wish? How dare you talk to me like this?"

Jungwon's tone was arrogant.

"Let go! I'm done with you Yang Jungwon!"

You shouted and yank your hands away from him.

"You were the one who locked me up here! Am I supposed to thank you for that?!"

You were really mad. How can he act like that greatest person on earth when he did all those things to you?

Shameless...

"Are you shouting at me now? Yah... Do you know who I am?"

Jungwon was taken aback by your sudden change of attitude.

"I don't know and I don't want to know! I will leave the school and get away from you!"

You stomped away from him but he quickly caught up to you and grabbed you by your arm.

"Yah! I dare you to say that again!"

Jungwon said in a deep and raspy voice.

"For what? I don't have time to waste on you! Let go!"

You tried to free yourself, but Jungwon's grip just gets tighter and tighter.

"I said... Repeat..."

Jungwon's voice was low and dangerous. It sent shivers down your spine.

"I said, I'm gonna leave the school and get away from you! So now let me go!"

You were too focused on trying to free yourself that you didn't notice the change in Jungwon's aura.

His eyes slowly turned red and his veins were popping out of his neck.

"No... You are not..."

"What?"

"I said you are not leaving me! You hear me?!"

Jungwon suddenly raised his voice which cauhht you off guard. And you flinched at the sudden loud voice.

"The hell? You are too much Yang Jungwon... You don't have the right to control-"

You words were cut off but the lips that was placed on yours.

Your eyes widen at the face that was zoomed in and the weird feeling that was on your lips.

You quickly reacted and pushed Jungwon away from you.

"What the hell? Are you crazy?"

You were genuinely shocked. Did he just... Just kissed you?

"Yes, I am... So keep that in mind... Don't disobey me... Or else... I'm not sure what I will do..."

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[robotripin]

Arthur Morgan x Reader - 18+‼️

Content Warnings: graphic sexual content, jealousy, dominating, back and forth toxic relationship, and a hint of slut shaming.

Word Count: 2,397

Author Note: This is just a quick little one shot. I have a bigger project in the works with Kieran Duffy as the central love interest so this won’t be a multi-part series. Just something I brainstormed last night. (I am new to Tumblr’s writing format btw pls be nice to me) Thanks for reading!

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The sound of drunken group singing drowned out the crackle of the campfire. The smell of whiskey and cigar smoke was heavy in the humid swamp air of Shady Belle.

You already had a quite a few drinks, your mouth tasting of homemade moonshine. You looked at Arthur from across the campfire but he was avoiding your gaze. It was always like this with him. He never could make up his mind on what he wanted. One week he was all over you and the next it was like you weren’t even there. It was infuriating but also exhilarating.

Earlier that evening he had gotten back from saving Jack, previously being gone for a couple weeks getting into all kinds of trouble. But to come back after so long and not even look in your direction? Your blood boiled. You decided tonight he was going to be forced to see you. One way or another.

You stood up and made your way over to Javier strumming his guitar and singing beautifully. You walked behind him, bending over to whisper in his ear. “Why don’t you come play with me when you’re finished here?” You asked him in a low voice, your warm breath against his ear sending a chill down his spine. He gave you a smirk and watched as you walked towards the mansion.

You waited upstairs on the balcony for him, already knowing that he would follow given your very brief history years prior to the Blackwater Heist. When you first joined the gang you immediately fell for his charm but it didn’t take you long to realize that the romance he portrayed was nothing but a ruse to cover his misanthropic nature.

When he finally showed up you already had a cigar lit as you admired the shockingly beautiful night.

He sauntered up to you and took the cigar from your mouth, taking a long drag. “I knew you’d eventually come back to me, cariño.” He said in a sickeningly sweet voice. You reached up and stole his hat. Teasingly putting it in your own head. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he threw the cigar over the balcony and stepped towards you. His hands already found your waist to pull you closer. His warm breath on your neck admittedly gave you goosebumps as he began to leave a trail of kisses working up towards your lips. Through the years you found yourself occasionally thinking of him at night. But having him right there to your disposal… it didn’t feel the same. The butterflies were gone. The spark that was once there died out.

All of a sudden Javier was ripped away from you.

“Get your mangy ass out of here. Now.” Arthur hissed at him. He glared at you, ripping the hat off your head and tossing it towards Javier who was already scurrying away.

You tried you best to suppress your devious smirk but to no avail. He blocked you against the railing of the balcony with his tall frame. Arthur’s look hardened as he saw your amusement.

“You find this funny?” He grabbed you by the back of your shirt and carted you off inside the house. He practically threw you into his room and slammed the door shut, not even bothering to make sure the door latched let alone locked. “You really think you can throw yourself at other men, right in front of me?”

You refused to respond and instead just looked at him with the most bored face you could muster.

“Are you just trying to piss me off or were you really about to fuck Javier?” You shrugged nonchalantly. “You’ve been ignoring me again. I’m not sure what else you expect me to do.” He huffed, running a hand on the back of his neck. “So that’s what this is about? You feel neglected so you’re going to run around acting like a 50¢ whore?”

You remained silent, refusing to dignify such a comment with a response.

“Take your clothes off.” He demanded, lighting a cigarette.

“What-“

“Now. You want to act like a slut? I can treat you like one.”

Your heart fluttered nervously. He had always been a naturally soft and gentle lover. Of course he had his moments but nothing this dominating. This new side of him excited you. You fought the urge to push the boundaries of this new side.

You slowly unbuttoned your blouse and let it fall to the floor, exposing you bare breasts. His eyes traveled down to your chest expanding and retracting with each nervous breath. Next you dropped your skirt along with your underwear, slipping off your boots as well. His gaze continued to soak in the rest of your shape before making its way back to your face.

He sat down at the edge of the bed and beckoned you towards him. “Sit here.” He said as he patted his knee. You did as you were told. One of his large hands grabbed the underside of your chin, his fingers firmly holding your face. The other explored your body with a surprisingly gentle touch. He leaned forward to kiss you but hovered mere centimeters away, his lips brushing yours as the electricity built up between you. He shifted his knee into you. Purposely causing friction with his leather chaps against your already wet opening. You shivered under the sensation, eagerly leaning forward to capture his lips. He moved away swiftly and got close to your ear. “You are mine.” You nodded but this wasn’t sufficient for him. His grip on your face tightened. “Repeat it.” He demanded.

“Y-Yes, Arthur. I’m yours.”

He hummed happily in your ear. “Good girl.” He said in a low voice, sending chills down your whole body.

You tried to subtly grind against the cool surface of his leather chaps. His hand made its way to the base of your neck, grabbing a fist full of hair. He used his grasp to expose your neck and started planting kisses. At first he was trying to be gentle but as your grinding grew more passionate it became harder for him to control his urges. After leaving marks all down your neck he focused on your collar bone, biting and sucking on your favorite spot. He moved on to your exposed chest, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and delicately teasing the other with his rough fingertips. You tugged at his soft hair. Arching farther into his touch. You managed to snake a hand under his shirt and dug your nails desperately into his back. He let out a low moan, pulling away immediately.

He picked you up just long enough to rearrange positions. He laid down on the bed and gestured for you to get on top of him. You climbed up and hesitantly hovered over his face. “Don’t get shy now.” He said as pulled your full weight down onto his face. His hands already groping your ass and thighs as he licked the length of your opening. You shook involuntarily, your body begging for more. But he did not give in. He continued to ever so gently tease your opening while actively avoiding your clit. You tried to grind down into him but he firmly held you still, refusing to relinquish you.

Frustrated, you ripped open the zipper of his pants and struggled to get his already hard member out from under the constraints of his chaps. Once you finally did it sprung onto his belt and lower stomach with a soft thwap. You struggled to wrap your hand all the way around. After weeks of his cold shoulder, you forgot how dauntingly large he was. You took the tip in your mouth, your tongue sneaking it’s way under his foreskin and tickling the sweet spot just under the tip. His hips squirmed under you as both your hands slowly pumped the rest of his shaft, allowing you to focus on his favorite part.

He grew more desperate under you, his tongue finally meeting your clit and working in painfully slow circles. You took as much of his length as you could into your mouth and sunk your cheeks around him. When you came back up for air you let go of him with a small pop.

His length twitched as you took it back into your mouth. He sucked mercilessly at your clit causing you to moan around him. After taking a breath he switched back to flicking you with the tip of his tongue and nibbling gently. You whimpered around his cock, your hips dancing on his tongue.

He pulled away, slapping your ass and watching the flesh ripple from the impact. He lifted you up and flipped you over on your back. He placed a pillow under your head to ensure your comfort before leaning down to capture your lips. He kissed you passionately, his tongue exploring your mouth. He slapped his tip against your opening making you gasp into his kiss. “Who do you belong to?” He asked, his words heavy with a possessive tone. “Y-You…”you muttered quietly. He kept flicking his tip against your sensitive entrance, teasing you further. “I didn’t catch that. Say it louder.”

“I belong to you, Arthur.” You said with defiance in your voice this time. He, surprisingly, found this quite amusing. But his amusement quickly melted into pleasure as he slowly guided himself into you. “Fuck..” he whispered, his eyes fluttering shut as he continued to work himself all the way into you. He leaned down for one more sloppy kiss before he started slowly thrusting. Picking up the pace as you stretched to accommodate his size. You both moaned in harmony together.

Your legs trembled as he pushed them close to your chest, desperately trying to get as deep in you as possible. One hand was on your face, his thumb caressing your cheek lovingly. His other hand was flat on your lower stomach as he pushed down to feel himself moving in you.

“You’re taking me so well.” He praised, his voice ragged and short of breath.

You moaned loudly, your hand coming up to stifled the noises. He quickly snatched your hand away. He leaned down closer to you. “I want everybody to hear what a mess I can make of you.” He said with a growl in his voice.

You obliged, not letting yourself hold back anymore. You found your hands under his shirt as you dug your nails into his back, raking them down from his shoulders to the hem of his jeans. He groaning and leaned into your touch. You dug your nails in again and brought him as close as possible, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist. You bit and sucked at his neck. Feeling him moan and yearn for more of your touch was enough to drive you crazy. You left some marks on his neck, humming pleasantly into him. You bit down on his shoulder. Hard enough to leave a crescent of teeth marks. He let out a quiet whimper, the steady pace of his hips faltering.

He ripped his torso away from you, a strong hand meeting your neck. His calloused fingers pressed hard against the sides of your throat. Not restricting blood flow but holding you firmly in place. He smirked at the surprised look on your face. His other hand worked it’s way down to your clit once again. Your body began to tingle as he hit the perfect spot. You whined, rocking your hips into him in sync with his pace.

“Cum for me babygirl.” He pleaded, his voice strained as he held back his own moans. His thumb worked in relentless circles around your clit as he kept pounding into your sweet spot. Your body felt gradually warmer, stars appearing in your vision as you lost as control. All the tension released as you throbbed around him.

Usually he would stop here but this time he kept going, overstimulating you. There was a concoction of pleasure and pain climbing up your legs and into your abdomen. “P-Please…” you begged through the grip still on your throat. “I can’t-“ the pleasure only continued to grow into a new feeling you’ve never experienced before. Your legs trembled uncontrollably as you turned into a pathetically whimpering mess under him. A flood of juices released from you, getting the both of you soaking wet.

His moaning slipped into a devious laugh at the sight of you. “There, that’s my girl.” He pulled out of you and removed his hand from your neck, stroking himself off until he came on your stomach with a deep moan and a few expletives. His warm semen covering your abdomen as he crawled onto the bed next to you.

The two of you sat there in a pile of exhaustion for a few moments.

He reached over off the bed and grabbed his old bandanna. He used this to delicately wipe you clean. When he was done wiping both of you off he simply tossed the bandanna back on the ground.

Arthur wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in close. One hand stroked your hair while the other traced up and down your back, leaving goosebumps behind. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, feeling his elevated heart beat and enjoying his scent of sandalwood and gunpowder.

You don’t remember falling asleep, only waking up to the morning sun peaking in through the window. You rolled over expecting his warm embrace but instead was met with an empty bed.

Your heart sank. Of course, part of you expected this. But nevertheless you yearned for a different outcome.

You got out of bed and slipped one one of his shirts and a pair of sleep pants. On top of his dresser was a note. You picked it up, immediately noticing his familiar scent on the paper. You sat back down on the bed with the note in hand. Tears stung the back of your eyes but you tried your best to hold them back.

X,

I miss you greatly during my travels. There isn’t a single night under the stars where I didn’t think of you. But, there are still many things I need to take care of. I will see you soon enough. I’m sorry.

Sincerely yours,

Arthur ♡

#rdr2 #arthur morgan #rdr2 fanfic #18+ minors dni #arthur morgan fic

[rickmandowneyjr]

Hii <33 i need some comfort rn cause i have pretty bad problems at home. Could I request for a Snape x fem!student where she gets a panic attack? And him being v protective and fatherly at the end. Platonic relationship pls. Just some good ol' fluff and angst.

Breathe

Fluff, mild angst(?)

Pairing: Severus Snape x Student!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: mention of mental health issues, description of a panic attack

Word count: 1417

A/N: I kinda struggle with writing about such topics (solely cause I want to do it right). Hope this meets your expectations though. I hope you're doing better anon <3

How had it gotten to this? You'd knocked over your potion with your uncontrollable shaking. Professor Snape was in front of your table, no doubt, yelling at you for the mess you had made, but you wouldn't know since you couldn't hear him over the ringing in your ears. Tears stung your eyes as you kept your head hung low, reminding yourself, 'A few more minutes, [Y/N]. Just hold it together till class gets dismissed, please,' but your body wasn't listening to you anymore.

Breathing was proving to be more difficult with every second that passed and a few tears escaped, wetting the pages of your potions book. Your hand moved quickly to wipe them before anyone could notice. Just as Snape was about to speak, asking you to save the crying for a teacher who'd care, he noticed that you were still shaking, your breathing - heavy and laboured.

He immediately knew what was happening. How could he not? He'd been a victim of panic attacks, himself, and would never wish them upon anyone else. Taking a look around the class, he saw that everyone's attention was on the two of you and realised that it wouldn't help if he was going to try and calm you down.

"Class has been dismissed," he announced.

The students looked around at each other in disbelief. The Potions master never dismissed class early.

"But-" said one student, only to be cut off by the professor.

"If you so crave my company, you're welcome to come back and serve detention with me later," he said, turning to face the student who visibly gulped and shook his head. "Now... everybody except Ms. [L/N] is dismissed," he declared.

Wide-eyed, the students scurried out of the classroom, giving you sympathetic looks that you missed since you refused to look up. As the last student left, shutting the door behind them, you tried to speak, your voice unwilling to come out.

After a few moments, you managed to choke out, "I-I'm sor-ry. I-"

"Please stop talking," he said, his tone, flat. If you had been looking at him though, you would've seen his usual expression soften as he looked at you empathetically.

You tensed up, panicking even more at the thought of him tearing into you with his words. You'd never had an altercation with the Potions master before. You were usually quiet and kept to yourself unless spoken to, and led a pretty simple life, never getting into trouble. So, this situation was unnerving, to say the least.

With your thoughts running faster than you'd like, you weren't paying attention to your teacher, who had walked around the tables, and was now standing next to you.

"Sit down, [Y/N]," he said, the concern in his voice more evident now. Was it because he was closer, that you could tell? Or was it the fact that he'd repeated himself thrice now, and not having received a response had worried him further?

Either way, finally having heard his directions, you backed into your chair that he had pulled out, sitting down once you felt it behind you. You were yet to look up, too scared to meet your teacher's gaze, and also because you didn't want him to see you crying.

Snape sighed, sitting down on the ground in front of you, looking up at your teary eyes. Your eyes widened as his face entered your view. Your tears began flowing freely now, realising that since he had seen you, it didn't matter anymore. Your hands covered your face and you sobbed, your chest feeling tight.

The crying only made your breathing worse, and the lack of oxygen was starting to make you a little light-headed. Though the dungeons were cold, you were sweating profusely and Snape could tell that your condition was only worsening.  Conjuring a glass of cold water, he gingerly wrapped his fingers around your wrists, gently tugging on them in an attempt to move them away from your face. You gripped his hand as it felt like the classroom was getting smaller. Snape wasn't necessarily comfortable with contact, but he understood.

"Here," he said, handing you the glass, "Having some water might help."

You took the glass from him, hands shaking as you brought it to your lips. Taking a sip, you realised that it would be your only one since you nearly choked while trying to swallow it. Snape promptly took the glass from your hand, setting it down on the table.

He spoke carefully and softly, so as to not startle you. "Okay, so that wasn't the best idea. Ms. [L/N], I need you to take long, deep breaths," he said. His deep voice was soothing and lacking its usual sharpness.

You shut your eyes, trying to take long, deep breaths as asked. However, you found yourself unable to do so. Your breath staggered and it wasn't really helping you.

"[Y/N], look at me please," he said, beginning to take deep breaths, himself. You turned to face him and he exaggerated his motions, hoping you would mimic him. It took a while, but soon, you were able to breathe, your breathing in sync with his.

"Let's try this again, now," he murmured, picking up the glass of water and handing it to you once again. As you took it, you noticed that the trembling of your hands had subsided. Taking another sip, you were able to drink the whole glass, which helped with the sweating. Setting the glass down on your lap, your hands fumbled with it. The external symptoms had abated but your thoughts were still running rampant.

"Now that you're calmer, would you mind telling me what triggered this?"

You softly shook your head, prompting the professor to timidly ask, "Was it me?"

You shook your head again, firmer this time, assuring him that wasn't the case. You inhaled sharply and sighed, "I-I don't know. It just... happens, sometimes... It's never happened in class, though."

Snape shook his head understandingly, not wanting to press the topic any further. He didn't want to risk triggering you again and just asked, "Do you need anything? Anything I can get you?"

Normally, Snape intimidated you. You weren't absolutely terrified of him like the other students, but the man had a daunting presence. However, seeing this soft side of him today told you that there was more to him than met the eye; more than he let on. He had been absolutely patient and calmed you down and was now asking you if there was anything else that he could assist you with. Maybe that's what encouraged you to say what you did.

"Could you maybe just... stay with me?" You asked nervously. Professor Snape was visibly taken aback by the request. He was known to be the brooding, terrifying dungeon bat, but here this girl was, asking him to stay with her because she somehow found comfort in his presence.

A few moments of silence passed and you were beginning to wonder if you overstepped with your request, when he finally spoke. "I don't see why not?"

Using his wand, he accio'd a book (he'd grade papers but his dominant hand was in your grasp) and leaned against the leg of the table, flipping through the pages as you pulled your legs up onto your chair, curling into a ball. He'd ask you or glance over at you every couple of minutes, checking to make sure that you were still okay.

"Need anything, [Y/N]?" He asked, finishing the page he was reading. His head snapped in your direction when he didn't receive a response only to find that you had drifted off to sleep.

The cold dungeon air and the sweat from earlier had cooled your body down, and you were now shivering slightly. Noticing this, he got up, took off his cloak, and draped it over you (which was quite the task considering he could only use one hand, and he didn't want to wake you) before he sat back down.

He watched you for a moment as you slept. You looked so peaceful; a stark contrast to your earlier state. A smile crept onto his lips as he saw you snuggle into his cloak, a subtle smile gracing your features. In that moment, a thought entered his mind:

'I'm not going to let anything harm you.'

The thought took him by surprise. He wondered why he felt this urge to protect you and make sure you were cared for, and he realised that he saw his younger self in you. Right then, he decided - he wouldn't let another student suffer like he did; not if he could help it, at least. With another smile, he returned to his book, reading as you slept peacefully.

#severus snape #severus #snape #severus x reader #snape x reader #severus snape x reader #severus snape x student #severus snape x student reader #alan rickman #alan rickman x reader #severus snape fluff #pro snape #severus snape and reader #alan #rickman #rickmaniac #alan rickman fluff #rickmandowneyjr

[crafty-light]

We need protective hunter pls! just him standing behind you being protective of you when you prolly in trouble </3 i live for him your honor

(Author's note:Thanks for sending in your request!Hope you like it and sorry for the long wait.)

The golden guard (Hunter) x female!reader:

When you started dating hunter you noticed he was a bit protective of you.Of course you understood why since you're the first person he's ever dated and you mean a lot to him.

It happened whenever you and him went to any places that were considered "dangerous".Another one being when you're in trouble and need help which hunter comes to the rescue.

Which hunter always makes sure you're okay once you two are safe.Though you usually are still shocked on what just happened and hunter willingly risking himself for your safety.

If your someone who can handle themselves and you tell hunter about it he understands.But if you do ask him for help he'll do it and hey maybe you learn something new from hunter when it comes to combat.

Hunter definitely blushes when you give him a compliment on saving you.It can also be you being sweet to him even giving him lots of "thank yous" and giving him a hug for saving you.

When you go shopping whether it's something for you or something you saw that you thought hunter may like.You go but little do you know that….hunter is following you while you're doing that as he watches out for any trouble heading your way.

It's not creepy hunter swears!He's just looking out for you and it hurts him to see you get hurt.

He had some times where he actually did protect you.Other times being him just watching and keeping a good eye on you making sure you get home safely from the the market.

You'd always felt like you were being watched but shrugged it off."Just my imagination probably."you said as you looked away and back to the book you were looking at before.

When hunter is off on a mission and he's not there.He'll leave little rascal with you of course asking if you could take care of him while he's away.You said yes to taking care of little rascal while hunter was away on his mission for emperor belos.

Before that happened hunter asked little rascal if he could look out for any trouble for you.Since he was going on a mission that was going to take some days and little rascal chirping as a yes.

When hunter left for his mission you and little rascal had many adventures.When you ran into trouble both you and little rascal were able to handle it though you did get a few scraps.

Little rascal being the sweetest and helping you when you were patching yourself up.Handing you band-aids or healing glyphs that you had in your room.

When hunter comes back you're so happy to see him again and little rascal is too.You even ask hunter and little rascal if they wanna go to the market for a small celebration.🎉

They say yes and the three of you go to the candy store that's next to the market.While walking there hunter walks behind you even though you told him there's nothing to worry about.

"I know y/n but just in case you may never know what might happen."hunter said as you three made it to the candy store.Hunter opened the door for you and little rascal before walking inside with you two.

As you and hunter chose some candy, even getting some candy for little rascal.You paid after convincing hunter since he wanted to pay.Telling him that it's your treat and he just got back from his mission.

#the golden guard x reader #the golden guard #the owl house hunter x reader #the owl house x reader #the owl house #headcanons #request

[wornoutmouse]

Look I wrote this for my friend but i popped the hell off with this one so if you don’t mind reading a name inbetween a few dialogue points pls read

You ran hurriedly through the halls of the school as the third bell finally rang. You had overslept and had barely made it onto the bus. Skidding to a stop, you slow down when you get to the door, catching your breath before entering. Just as you annoyingly expected, eyes dart towards you as soon as you entered, effectively catching the teacher’s attention.

 “This is the second time you are late young lady, one more time and I will have no choice but to write you up.” You smile awkwardly, “Sorry Miss, it won’t happen again.”  Ms. Bustier clicks her tongue disapprovingly as she watched her student walk to her seat, head hanging low. You sit down in your chair with a soft sigh as Ms. Bustier spoke about today’s lesson.

For the most part, you pay attention to the lesson being taught, that is until your attention is being interrupted by a pencil poking your side. From your peripheral vision, you see fluffy blond hair swaying gently to get your attention. You mutter under your breath, swiping the pencil with your hand, “Quit it Adrien I’m already in trouble.” The boy huffs but the playful aura still hung around making your skin buzz with excitement.

 Shifting in your seat, you squint your eyes at the smartboard, writing down notes every so often. Looking down once again, you notice a small piece of paper folded, You look at Adrien who boredly watched your teacher speak. Opening the paper you roll your eyes at the note inside. 

A - Late again are you Miss Mia? One more time and I might have to wake you up myself

Nibbling the tip of your pencil you write a note back, crumpling the paper before tossing it at Adrien’s head with a smirk.

You- Well maybe I wouldn’t have been so tired if you hadn’t interrupted my study time with your modeling rants

The paper is tossed back at your head, catching in your curly hair, making Adrien snort.

A- Well I can think of other ways to keep you up at night...

You cough loudly at the message, eyes darting at Adrien’s laid-back figure. You scribble down a quick snarky reply with shaking hands. You go to pass the paper but the sound of a throat clearing interrupts you. You turn to your left and are forced to look up, gulping when you notice your teacher’s signature white blazer. She holds her hand out and you reluctantly place the ball of paper in her hand.

“While I will not embarrass you by reading out your hidden messages, I will embarrass you by writing you up for detention.” Sputtering, you point an accusing finger at the smug boy behind you, “He started it first I was just..” You are hushed by a firm hand on your shoulder, “Well if that’s the case, both you and Adrien can join each other at study hall.” Adrien groans behind you and you throw a glare his way, one that he responds with a teasing wink. The sound of the bell ringing grimly reminds you of the dreadful time awaiting you in study hall after school.

 When you get thereAdrien is already there and waves you over to him. You narrow your eyes at him but sit next to him anyway. “Aww don’t look at me like that Mi, it’s not my fault you aren’t stealthy enough to pass a simple note in class.” You roll your eyes, “Well if you weren’t tossing notes like a child, we wouldn’t be here either.” Adrien laughs loudly earning a sharp look from the detention monitor. 

He mutters a silent apology as you busy yourself with a notepad and pencil. The study hall is silent and boring and 11 minutes feel like 11 hours as the clock ticks by. Adrien watches your small scribbles turn into different shapes and sizes. Before long, he notices you drawing a rather familiar face. “Whatcha drawing?” You shrug, watching your pencil make the shape of cat-like ears.

You continue drawing, briefly recognizing Adrien’s body heat as he watches over your shoulder. “You like Chat Noir huh?” Your precise pencil strokes outline the lean frame of one of Paris’s heros. While it is undoubtedly Chart Noir in a heroic setting, the way his eyes slant a little more than his mask allows and the way one of his hands rested on his chest did give way to a more seductive undertone. 

“Yeah, I think he’s pretty hot not gonna lie.” Adrien hums, the feeling of his short breaths blowing against your shoulder makes you shiver. “Really? Well, he can’t be hotter than I can he?” Adrien fluffs his hair pompously as he stretches his body lazily. “I don’t know maybe a little.” Adrien sticks his tongue out at you.

Your monitor stands up and walks towards the door before turning around, “Listen you two, I am going to get lunch, and I better see you two here when I come back or you’ll get worse than detention.” The teacher fixes you both with a long look before leaving. “They are a little stiff in the ass.” You chuckle resting your head on your palm. Adrien slouches in his chair to play on his phone, giving you the perfect opportunity to observe him. Your friend is attractive, that is something you’ve come to terms with a long time ago, hiding your crush away deep in your mind. 

“You like to stare at me when you think?” His tenor voice startles you out of thought and you realize you now have his full attention. Your face is warm and for once you are glad you couldn’t visibly blush. 

“Hey, Adrien? What did you mean by that last message you passed me in class?” You tried to pass the question off as casual but you could feel your heart racing as the room filled with daunting silence. “What do you think I meant?” 

Suddenly Adrien felt too close and the room felt smaller. When you made eye contact with him, his eyes were slanted just like Chat Noirs on your drawing. “You tell me.” You said boldly. Adrien pondered for a while, green eyes observing your features, going from your eyes, down your nose before finally resting on your plump lips. “Well, I think it meant exactly what it said.” Adrien placed a hand on your thigh, squeezing the flesh in his palm. “So tell me why you like Cat Noir?” You stare at nothing, unable to compute the absurd request that came seemingly out of nowhere.

“What?” Adrian’s hand doesn’t stop moving on your thigh, heating your skin through your jeans. “Come on Mi, humor me for a moment.” You hum softly in an attempt at calming your heart rate. “Well, I like how he seems to enjoy what he does,  saving people...” As you speak Adrien takes the time to scoot closer to you paying a sparing glance at the door your teacher left out of a moment ago. “What would you do if you met him?” His hands got closer to your inner thigh fiddling with your belt loops.

The urge to clench your legs together was immediate as the fire within you grew stronger. “I would thank him for his service and-” Adrien shushes you with the sound of your belt clinking a loose. “Let me rephrase, what do you want him to do to you?” Before you had comprehended your predicament, Adrien’s hand had found itself inside your pants.

You were sitting rigidly in your chair, lips parted in a silent exhale. Slender fingers focused themselves on your swelling bud, pressing soft circles on it in an effort to coax it out of its hood. Noting your tensed posture, Adrien tries to distract you. He’ll admit even to himself that this was a bold move on his part and he was surprised you hadn’t pushed him off at this point. “I can stop if you want me to?” You feel his fingers stop their ministrations and you quickly grab his wrist. “No!”

His concerned demeanor is quickly wiped away by a broad smirk as his fingers resumed their task. “Okay then.” He places a kiss on your shoulder through your shirt making you shiver. “You didn’t answer my question.” You nod and try to speak in a stable manner. “I would want him to- oh god!” Adrien’s fingers began to work overtime as they went down to your lips, now wet with your arousal. “I would want him to touch me there! Please.” 

Lips latched lazily on your skin, sucking hard enough for you to feel it but not hard enough for marks to be left behind. “Where is’ there’ Mia? Use your words.” Your back arched in your chair when you felt his slick index finger playfully dip inside of you before returning to your clit.  “Adrien~” Your soft moans were audible now, and every small whimper made his cock ache at the thought of being the cause of your sweet noises. Adrien mockingly hummed, “Oh I see now.”

“You want him to fuck that pretty pussy of yours don’t you?”  You make a strange noise that is a mix of surprise and a moan. You’d never think words like those could leave Adrien’s mouth. “Y-Yes!”  Adrien nodded moving to use both hands now, it was an awkward position but it was worth it seeing you fall apart by his hands. “I bet you think of him at night, kissing you slowly, while his hands roam your body.”  Adrien sinks his teeth in your shoulder blade making you jerk as a particularly hard burst of pleasure racks your body. “You look so damn sexy like this kitty cat.’

You lean forward, holding yourself up by your desk as Adrien’s fingers move faster on your clit. “I can feel how fast your heart is beating, you gonna cum?” The teasing tone in his voice ignited the smallest ounce of competitiveness within you. You grit your teeth and shake your head, “Don’t get so full of yourself Agreste.” Your eyes clenched shut at the feeling of a finger finally entering you. Adrien looked at you with narrowed eyes. He wasn’t a fan when you got competitive, especially when you were obviously bluffing.

There was a thin layer of sweat forming on your skin as your orgasm got closer. Adrien focused on the way your walls quivered around his finger. Your choked-back moans cut the air as he pumps his finger faster. Your wetness was dripping onto your underwear and around his palm making squelching noises. “Are you sure you aren’t going to cum?” Adrien whispered close to your ear taking glee when a tremor passed down your spine. Your orgasm was too damn close for him to stop so you decide to swallow your pride just this once. “F-faster, Adrien, I’m close.” Those were indeed the wrong words to say. Adrien slowed his finger down to slow pumps while his thumb pressed harshly on your clit. He laughed as he could practically feel it throbbing, “I thought you said you weren’t going to cum?” You try to grind down on his hand, bucking slightly as his rough palm stimulated your sensitive lips. “Don’t be an ass ah-fuck!”

You grip the edge of your desk as you finally cum on his hand. Your eyelids flutter and Adrien marvels that the feeling of your cunt that was squeezing him so tightly he could neither tell if it was pulling him in or pushing him out. 

You grunt as he removes his finger, when you look over at him, he is preoccupied with pulling his cock out while licking his fingers clean of your cum. Adrien whimpered around his fingers as his other hand jerked his cock sharply “Ah, you taste better than I thought.” Your eyes travel down his chest to meet his junior. It was thick and surprisingly long. You couldn’t help but feel sorrow for the angry red it was at the tip. But the vein traveling up the side made your mouth water.

His hips bucked to meet his hand desperately. Curses left his soft lips as he tossed his head back in pleasure. A deep warmth flooded your gut from the vibrant imagery of him fucking you with it. “Mia-ah shit.” You raise your head up to meet his eyes, your heart skipping a beat at how the green of his eyes was almost completely drowned by his pupils. “It’s not fair if I helped you get you off, but you won’t help me.” You scootch forward a little bit, swallowing your saliva, “What do you want me to do?” Adrien spread his legs with his hands holding the sides of his chair, “Come on Mi, I haven’t even fucked you yet and you’ve already gone dumb?” 

A hand comes on your shoulder and gently coaxes you down to your knees. You feel small as Adrien peers down at you,  gaze disrupted as his cock begins twitching in front of you. Nervousness enters your head as you quickly come to the realization of how large his dick actually was. “What, are you afraid Mia? Or do I need to get you into the mood?”  Adrien sits up straighter, “Claws out.”  Your tilt your head curious as he combs his fingers through his hair, revealing...cat ears? The sight of a green glow slithering around his body was almost as unnerving as the sight of his outfit changing right before you. 

In little as no time flat, Paris’s neighborhood hero sat in front of you in all his leather glory. His eyes seemed even greener than before, and his personality seemed to change right before you. “Adrien you’re Chat Noir!?” The blond shrugs nonchalantly, gripping his cock and slapping it against your cheek. “Mi I am all for the formalities, but I am so close to fucking your brains out right now, that I think it would be in your best interest to start sucking.” While still being conscious of your hairstyle, Adrien...Noir, pulls your head closer to his groin.

You resist the urge to scrunch your face at the feeling of precum being smeared on your mouth and chin. This resistance only makes Noir chuckle, “Stick your tongue out for me.”  As if it was routine, you do as he says and moan softly from the feeling of his tip tapping your warm muscle. “So fucking perfect for me.”  The praise makes you clench and gives you the courage to open your mouth wider. You suck on his member making him release a pleased growl. His hand laid limply on the back of your head as you take the lead.

The salty taste while slightly unpleasant, wholly addictive. Feeling your growing comfort, Adrien begins thrusting to meet your mouth. The tip of his cock goes all the way to the back of your throat making you choke before dragging back but the sounds of you struggling doesn’t dissuade him. The feeling of your tongue grazing over his vein just before your throat constricted around him drove him wild. Your tiny whimpers made his balls vibrate as he moved faster.

You place your hands on his thighs in order to stable yourself as his thrusts got more brutal. Slob collected around your mouth before dripping down your chin and finally collected by his balls every time they hit your jaw. “Fuck I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum!” Adrien’s voice pitched higher as his claws scratched into the wooden chair of his seat. His head tossed back violently as his thrusts became sloppy, legs shaking. Loud sobs left his mouth as you bright him closer to the edge each thrust is accentuated by filthy words. “Your mouth is so. fucking. Tight. Fuck Mia!”

You felt cum shoot down your throat as Adrien holds your head painfully against this crotch. He weakly thrusts into your mouth a few more times before realizing you. Gasping for air, you wipe your mouth of saliva and look up at Adrien as he catches his breath.  Rough hands grip your chin making you look up at him. “You looked wrecked Mi.” Adrien laughs as he wipes cum off the corner of your mouth.  You stand up wobbly and albeit a bit light-headed, Adrien stands with you and kisses your lips, enjoying the taste of himself in your mouth.

“We are going to finish this later.” Before your brain could even prompt you to ask, the bell rings signaling that detention was over. Adrien deactivates his miraculous before grabbing his backpack and leaving detention hall.

#adrien agreste smut #anime smut #miraculous smut #chat noir smut #smut

[goldengoddess]

you’re my home - kaz brekker

pairing: kaz brekker x heartrenderi!reader

request: hi!can i request a kaz brekker x reader where they were childhood friends but she had to leave because she was a grisha, and later at the fete they see each other again and she ends up helping the crows?thank you!!have a great day!

a/n: hey i hope this is what you like! i based it more off the show and just switched things around,,,, this is absolutely cheesy and i hate it and i didn’t know how to end it pls forgive me omg

warnings: normal heist stuff, like one curse word?

kaz brekker had changed since the last time you saw him. 

to start, he was taller. he’d grown at least two feet. he’d also grown into himself, he didn’t look like the lanky boy that you had once pulled out of the garbage can that one time. and he had a noticeable limp, something that he hadn’t had when the two of you had last talked. his clothes were different too, he was wearing a little palace guards uniform. 

but you knew who he was anyways. 

his voice was the same, the same comforting sound that invaded your dreams on a good night and had you screaming on a bad night. when you heard him whispering you whipped your head around in panic. he was leaning down talking to suli girl in hushed and angry tones. 

when had he become a palace guard? you wondered to yourself, how hadn’t you noticed before? why was he in ravka of all places?

a silly thought came into your head, was he looking for you?

but you pushed the thought away, moving close enough to listen but not to get caught. 

“take your position” you heard him say to the girl, also in guards uniform.

she moved away silently, too silently. 

kaz straightened himself and surely enough turned his head in your direction.

his eyes were also the same. they were the same color the same look. but they were hardened and cold. the eyes of a boy who had done everything too survive. even the things that he didn’t want to do. 

his face was shocked for only a fraction of a second before he regained his composure and faced the rest of the room. standing straight and poised like any of the other palace guards.

had he not recognized you? no, that couldn’t be it. the two of you had grown up together, yes you had changed but not enough that he wouldn’t know who you were. maybe he resented you. for leaving. for being grisha. for having been taken away and saved from the streets of ketterdam unlike him. 

you remembered the day they had taken you away.

you and kaz were huddled in the corner of the room away from the rest of the kids your age. 

the two of you were been inseparable. stuck together like glue, everyone said.

both of you worked the shitty jobs in the barrel. the ones no one else wanted to do. you ran around the streets delivering packages and messages. you would clean up anything that needed cleaning. the two of you were survivors.

kaz never talked about his brother or how he’d ended up working the streets like this, but you knew, even then as a little kid, you were all he had. 

but nothing good ever lasted for little kaz brekker.

when the grisha examiners landed in the harbor of the city, all of the children running around making trouble on the street were forced to get tested.

you and kaz weren’t any different. 

you tried to hold onto him as the adults gripped to your arm, testing your for abilities in the small science. when they determined that you were grisha, and promised you a wonderful life at the little palace, they had to rip you from kaz’s arms.

the both of you were wailing and protesting, saying that you wouldn't go anywhere without the other. but eventually the fight left you and you let them drag you away from your only family to a country you didn’t know 

you snapped back to the reality of the party going on around you. kaz still looked stoic and unphased a few feet away from you, as if your presence didn’t affect him at all. 

but his presence affected you tremendously. 

you had whined and cried when you first made it to the palace but you had loved your life here. being surrounded by other grisha, other heartrenderers. people who could do the same things as you. understood the need to use your powers. and you couldn’t deny how comforting it had been to settle into a life where you didn’t have to worry about whether you could make enough money to eat. 

you thought of kaz all the time. you thought of everything you had left behind but the only thing that had really mattered to you in that horrible place was kaz. you wondered what had become of the young boy you knew in the years since you had seen him.

just as you were about to make a move to talk to him, two squallers were storming in the direction of kaz and the silent girl he had been talking too before. 

the two of them shared a look and started walking in opposite directions. kaz walked past you, sparing you the fastest look ever. a look no one else would have even noticed. but you did because kaz brekker, your child hood best friend was finally in front of you. 

the hurried and suspicious steps of your fellow grisha, set off an alarm in your head. even when the two fo you were little, kaz was good at getting out of sticky situations. he has a gift for scheming and the sleight of hand.

he was here on a job, you concluded.

you waited a few seconds and then snuck away, following kaz out of the room where the main events of the fete were taking place. 

you walked in just in time to see the inferni make a move to attack kaz. you raised your arms and the grisha dropped like a stone. kaz turned around in a fighting stance and froze when he saw you. he kept his hands in fists, as if he was waiting for you to attack him too. 

you dropped you hands, “what are you doing here kaz?”

he dropped his hands as well but you could tell he was still on guard and looking for a way to leave the room.

"i don't have to explain myself to you” he all but growled at you.

you stepped away from him, like his words had physically wounded you.

he seemed to regret the words and took a couple of steps closer to you. 

“i’m here on a job and i really need to go find my team so if you’ll excuse me” he tried to move to the door that was behind you. 

“let me help” you said, almost desperate. he had just come back into your life, and yes it seemed like he resented you but you couldn’t let him go just yet. 

he looked at you skeptically but nodded his head, “i need to get to the courtyards with the carriages. can you take me there.”

you nodded and started leading the way. you turned through many different hallways, moving up and downstairs. every now and then you held up a hand for kaz to stop, as you listened for a heartbeat nearby. 

“you’re good at that” he mumbled, gesturing towards your heartrender movements. 

you nodded your head, a shy smile. “yeah i’ve had a lot of practice here.”

his face turned gloomy at that and you realized you had said the wrong thing. “yeah. i know” he said curtly. 

you stopped for a minute, turning to look at kaz in the dimly lit hallway.

“i’m sorry i left okay? i know it hurt you, i can only imagine how much it must have sucked. it was horrible here at first, i missed you every day. but i will not apologize for enjoying myself here and taking advantage of what i was taught. i like it here. i have friends, and a life, and im good at what i do and i will not allow you to make me feel bad about that.” you said all in one breath.

kaz didn’t say anything, choosing to look down at the floor instead of you. 

you sighed and took a step closer to him, you noticed he still wore the black gloves similar to the first pair that you had stolen for him when you two were younger.

“kaz,” you said, your voice shaking, “i missed you so much. i still miss you and you’re standing right in front of me. i get why you hate me but i really don’t want you to. so that’s why i’m helping you, that’s why i’m going to get you out of here without getting caught.” 

you turned on your heel, prepared to continue to lead him away. but before you could get away he grabbed your hand and spun you back around. 

he flinched at his own action and let go.

“i don’t hate you y/n. i get why you enjoyed yourself here, this over a life of petty and dangerous crime? of course this is the better opportunity but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt when you left.”

you bit your lip and nodded your head in understanding. 

he looked directly into your eyes, “i knew you would be here but i thought, hey what are the chances of actually running into you. having to see you happy and having to live with the fact that i never came to look for you.”

you took a step closer to him, “kaz i don’t blame you for not coming to get me, i wouldn’t have wanted you to anyway.”

he looked at you and for the first time he looked desperate. kaz brekker was never desperate. and if he was, he didn’t show it.

“come home with us” he said.

you raised your eye brows in surprise.

“come home with me” he corrected, looking at the wall to avoid your eyes

it was the same voice he had used all those years ago, when he was begging for you to stay. he wanted to you stay with him. to come home. to go back to the place that had broke kaz and would probably have broken you.

but it was kaz.

but ketterdam wasn’t your home anymore.

kaz had been your home, but was he still?

the two of you stayed silent. there was still so much the two of you needed to say. how you had probably loved him as a kid. how you probably loved him now. how you regretted never writing, never trying. how you missed ketterdam. how this place would be perfect if kaz was here with you. but there wasn’t enough time or courage to say those things.

so instead, you raised your arms in your fighting grisha stance and smiled at him.

“how about we get you out of here first and then we can decide is i become a fugitive of ravka to go play crime boss in ketterdam?” you teased.

he almost gave you a grin and you continued walking, a new found peace settled between the two of you.

kaz brekker in the little palace, who should have thought.

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker imagine #six of crows imagine #six of crows #shadow and bone #grisha #Grishaverse #leigh bardugo #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #nina zenik #matthias helvar #inej gahfa

[tartglias]

almost falling (headcanons)

characters: scaramouche and xiao

warnings: VIOLENCE. i’m 98% sure i kept it slight but just in case don’t read if you’re sensitive please!!

request: “Anyway, so I'm requesting for Xiao and Scaramouche (fitting, they're sadists HAHA) their s/o (separate) is about to be thrown off the balcony after someone pushed them and hit the railings and they're about to hang on edge of their life. The boys just came back after whatever mission or errand they finished and saw the blasphemous attempt of a masochist (because how DARE they attempt such on their s/o?) Trying to kill their love. They sprinted or used their powers to get to them and stopped calamity from unraveling (sorta) into their world. Yes add some Overprotectiveness and probs them hunting to rip that masochist's head if it's not too much. Headcanons pls--“

[a/n: i loved this headcanon and i knew what you write from the start (which i never do lol), but the mental gymnastics i had to do to find the vocabulary omg... i can’t say i’m a big fan of how this turned out because of that]

•••••

Scaramouche

Scaramouche had to do some business in Mondstadt, and since you wanted to visit your friend Amber, why not accompany him? It took a while to convince him since he usually doesn’t like the idea of mixing his personal and work lives, but he has a soft spot for you, believe it or not. Not that he would ever admit it.

Before he left you to do your things, he made you promise to meet him at the Good Hunter after an hour, on the dot. He had a busy schedule, but he still wanted to treat you lunch so you excitedly agreed by kissing his cheek and nodding.

After the meeting, he hoped to see you sitting down at one of the tables waiting for him, but instead, he saw no one. “I thought I made myself clear about punctuality” he thought.

“Did you see my partner? They’re about this height tall, *hair color* and probably accompanied by some friend called Amber?” he asked the girl that took orders at the Good Hunter, with a very obvious fake smile. “Not really, I’m sorry” she said, giving an apologetic look, which quickly turned into a frown. “Although, I thought Outrider Amber was out on a mission today. She even ordered some food supplies this morning, are you sure your partner was with her?”

He took a moment to think. He knows you were meeting with Amber because you kept rambling about how you haven’t seen her in forever and you wanted to surprise her. He can’t recall a time when you lied to him, either. Something about having an honest and open relationship with him, so you couldn’t have lied. And you wouldn’t leave the city without informing him, either.

So he decided to scratch out the possibility of having to search you through all Mondstadt. Then, he nodded towards the girl and left without saying a word.

Walking through the city, he paid attention to details. Something was off, he was sure of it.

After a while, he heard a yell. At first he wasn’t going to do anything about it, it’s not his problem plus he still has to find you. But when he realized the owner of the voice yelled “Leave me alone!”, he knew it was you. He ran towards the origin of the sound and found out that you were on top of the wall that protected Mondstadt.

He climbed as fast as he could and when he got to the top, his blood boiled at the sight.

A big tall man was holding your arms tightly, and then pushed you to the edge. Your back hit the railing and you let out a pained yell. You saw the man approach you with intentions of pushing you again, but before you could lift your arms to protect yourself, you heard thunder.

“You heard them, leave them alone. Now” you heard Scaramouche say. The atmosphere became dark and tense very quick, making a shiver go down your spine.

The man let out a short laugh. “You can’t intimidate me so easily. They were mine first, I’m just reclaiming my property”

Oh boy

“I don’t think you heard me, stupid. Leave them alone, now. Or I’ll make sure you suffer the most painful and slow tortures ever imagined. I have a whole book I want to test out anyways, you know.” Scaramouched threatened, and when you saw the look on his face, you gasped. You never saw him like that

He had a creepy smile, no, it was the smile of a sadist, actually. Small thunders came out of his fingers, and by each second, they grew stronger. You noticed that the man started shaking, now reconsidering everything. Scaramouche tilted his head a bit and let out a laugh. “You don’t want to play anymore?”

The man quickly left, or more like ran for his life without sparing you a second glance. You dropped down to the floor and noticed the sky get clearer, and so did the sound of thunder. You were still teary-eyed and overwhelmed from the situation with the man, but you lifted up your head to see a calmer Scaramouche.

You didn’t notice before, but his purple eyes were sparkling with pink thunder, and once he kneeled down in front of you, they turned back to their original color.

He wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close and away from the edge. “Are you alright, my beloved?” he asked you, a hint of concern filling his face. “Now I am. Scaramouche... I never saw you like that” you said, holding his hands that previously let out sparks and thunder.

You heard him sigh. “I lost control. Your scream and then seeing you almost falling... it made me snap. I can’t lose you.”

You kissed him, hoping that this way he can understand that you’re not scared of him and also reassuring him you’re not going anywhere either.

“You scared him for life” you said once you pulled away, laughing slightly. “I’ll scare him for eternity because he won’t be alive after I catch him”

Xiao

He told you numerous times to call his name if you ever found yourself in trouble. Even if it’s just a whisper, a thought even, you just have to say “Xiao” and he would drop whatever he was doing to come to rescue you.

In full honestly, you thought you could handle things on your own. You didn’t need him to come to rescue you, unless a very real danger was knocking on your door. Which unfortunately, leads to this situation.

Moments earlier, you were at the top floor of the inn, waiting for Xiao to come back. Everything was normal, until you noticed two suspicious looking men approach you. At first, you didn’t think much of it since adventurers often ask you for certain locations or roads. But this thought quickly changed when one of them came from behind, a little too close for your liking, before covering your mouth with his hand.

“A little birdie told us you’re close to an adeptus” one of the two men said, standing in front of you with a smug smile. “We need a favor”

It happened very quick, you were fighting for your life as you screamed and tried to kick the man holding you down. You almost succeeded, if it wasn’t for the other man in front of you. He held your arms tightly and pushed you towards the edge, you lost your balance and tripped over it, but quickly managed to grab onto the railing.

“Go on. Call the adeptus for help, we’ll love to have a small chat with-“ the man started saying, but got cut off by a strong wind that made him trip over. It was Xiao.

His eyes immediately landed on you, you were trying so hard to lift yourself up but you were slowly slipping. You weren’t going to last much longer and rage filled both his body and mind almost instantly.

How dare they lay a finger on you to get to him? “Worthless. Pathetic. Stupid.” he muttered each time he hit the men, until knocking them out. His eyes went back to you, and he immediately sprinted towards the railing.

But he was late

Your hands that desperately tried to grip the railing and lift yourself up were red and they hurt, and just when he was about to extend his hand for you to take, you slipped and fell.

You thought it was over, truly. You yelled out Xiao’s name as you tried to get hold of anything that could possibly prevent you from hitting the ground, but you were far away and the floor was coming closer and closer. You closed your eyes, ready to face your end.

But that end didn’t come, and you found yourself wrapped in Xiao’s arms while strong winds surrounded you, keeping you from hitting the ground abruptly. Once his feet touched the floor, you heard a faint sigh of relief from him.

Now on the ground, you dropped to the floor while you sobbed in Xiao’s arms, suddenly very aware of how close you came to meeting death. He kept you close to his body, as if you’re gonna slip away from him again. He faced many monsters and wrath in his life, but he never felt as scared as he did at the moment.

“I’m sorry” Xiao muttered out once your crying calmed down. Drying your tears with the sleeve of your shirt, you looked at him questioningly. “You almost died because they were after me”

This made you cry more

He was kind of confused? Why were you crying again?

“Xiao you don’t have to apologize because its not your fault at all and you also saved me! I should apologize for not being careful and tripping!” you sobbed again. “But it’s not your fault either...” he whispered as he patted your head, not sure how to calm you down.

Xiao doesn’t kill humans, but nothing is going to stop him from making hilichurls, mages, and other monsters appear in the way of these two men. He’s going to make them pay (indirectly)

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche headcanons #scaramouche scenarios #scaramouche imagines #xiao x reader #xiao headcanons #xiao scenarios #xiao imagines

[shirebarbie]

[Yelena Belova x reader] Never Have I Ever

Author’s note: here I am again, not knowing what I’m doing. if anyone actually likes this, pls let me know :’)

Summary: you and Yelena get a little carried away while playing a drinking game in your bedroom. (warning: alcohol consumption)

___

It was Friday evening and you were finally just relaxing in your room after a long day of training in the Avengers compound. Sure, you loved working there and the whole saving-the-world thing was pretty cool, but sometimes you desperately craved a bit of peace and quiet, even boredom. While half the team was out and about, probably clubbing somewhere, you were lying in bed and pondering what you could do.

Baking took too much energy and time, and cleaning up afterwards was the worst. Off the top of your head, you couldn’t think of a movie or a TV show you wanted to watch. The city was way too crowded and bustling at the time to go for a walk, and in order to play video games you would have to move to the living room instead. Everything seemed too much work, so you just switched on the TV, for starters, and began channel surfing, hoping to maybe stumble upon something that caught your eye.

Some cutesy romantic comedy was playing on one of the channels, so you put down the remote and started half-watching it as you played around on your phone. When you looked up again, you saw the two main characters play-fighting, and eventually sharing what seemed to be their first kiss. Only slightly gulping, you immediately thought of your friend Yelena. Or maybe not just a friend, but it was too scary of a thought to actually confess. Sometimes it was hard to know where you stood with her in terms of feelings. You two had met through Natasha and, even though Yelena was neither living nor working in the Avengers’ headquarters, she occasionally dropped by, and the two of you quickly became close. Sometimes almost inseparable. Every now and then she also volunteered to be your sparring partner or train with you.

“Maybe I could give her a call and see if she feels like doing something fun,” you thought and reached for your phone again. After debating whether you should give her a call or simply send a text, you settled on texting because who would answer a random phone call on Friday night.

I’m bored and desperately wanting your company.

Nope, it sounded too thirsty, you almost facepalmed.

Wanna come over and do sth fun? I’m a bit lonely and running out of ideas for what to do

There it was, you thought, that sounded alright. It’s barely been a few minutes when you got a reply from the blonde assassin.

Be there in a few

Bringing booze 😊

That was very Yelena. You chuckled to yourself and started tidying up the room a bit and making yourself look at least semi-presentable. Soon enough there was a sharp knock on your bedroom door.

“How did you get past the main entrance security? I thought you’d call me when you got downstairs so I can clear the protocols and open the door for you,” you asked in disbelief as Yelena got in and plopped on your bed.

“I’m happy to see you too,” she retorted in her typical fashion. “You really think a little security is a problem for me to handle?” she asked you with a dry chuckle. “I thought you’d know me better by now.”

“Dumbass,” rolling your eyes affectionately you said, “but if you got me in trouble with the rest of the team and staff, I’m gonna kill you.”

Yelena batted her eyelashes innocently, “we both know I’m too cute for you to be able to do that.”

“Sure, whatever you say, Belova.”

“Aren’t you gonna ask which drink I brought for our little party of two?” the blonde raised a dark eyebrow at you with a mischievous smile.

“Why is something telling me that it’s vodka?” you sighed. Sometimes you believed you knew her better than she even thought you did.

“Maybe you do know me after all, (your_last_name),” Yelena muttered. “Anyway, we need shot glasses, stat.”

“Whatever you wish, Your Highness,” you mock bowed at her when you got up to go to the kitchen and search through the glassware. You managed to find two little glasses, but you were still hoping that you wouldn’t get too drunk – who knew what feelings and confessions could come out if you got a little liquid courage? It seemed to be only you and Yelena on that floor, and everything suddenly seemed possible. And scary.

“Here are your glasses, boss,” you strolled into the room where Yelena was still comfortable on the edge of your bed. When she smiled at you, it felt like your heart grew bigger in size all of a sudden. “So, you wanna just drink and do nothing else, or did you have another idea in mind?”

“Actually,” Yelena began, and you immediately knew you were in for a ride – she had plethora of crazy ideas, “maybe we could play a drinking game. Like they do in all those movies.”

“Who am I to take away a drinking game experience from you?” you joked, finding her childishness so endearing sometimes. It must have been hard having a childhood like she had.

“Now that’s what I like to hear!” Yelena exclaimed, twisting the cap on the bottle and pouring you two a shot each. “Can we do ‘never have I ever’? That seems easy enough.” You simply nodded and made yourself comfortable on the bed again, sitting cross-legged right across your friend, or crush, but still close enough.

“You have the honors of going first,” you gestured to her. “Let’s just not drink the whole shot when we answer, though. I don’t wanna die.”

“As if you could have that many fun experiences to drink after each question…” Yelena mused, but you knew she meant well. She just liked joking around with you.

“Okay,” she clapped excitedly, making your heart skip a beat, “I’ll start, then. Never have I ever done a hair dye prank on somebody.”

Both of you took a sip of your drink.

“Do I even wanna know?” you asked Yelena cautiously.

“I’ll just say that the red never washed out of Nat’s hair properly, so she just went with it.” Yelena giggled joyfully. “But how about you?”

“Imagine the Winter Soldier with green hair. My life almost flashed before my eyes when he realized what had happened, but I couldn’t back out of that bet with Sam.”

“Never have I ever,” you began, “laughed inappropriately in a very serious situation.” Immediately both of you took a sip again, breaking into laughter right after.

The game went on, all kinds of questions passing between you and Yelena and, over time, the more you both had to drink, the riskier questions you both asked.

“Never have I ever,” Yelena exclaimed dramatically, “had to hide more than two bodies in the same day.” She finished whatever she had left in her little glass as you sat with your mouth agape.

“What?” she argued, “it’s a part of the job.”

“Okay, okay,” you laughed. “It’s my turn again.” As you looked deeply into her mesmerizing eyes, you felt something wash over you, and you decided it was finally time to disclose some things. “Never have I ever wanted to kiss my sparring partner and friend.” The second that sentence was out of your mouth and hanging in the air between you and Yelena, you thought you’d pass out. Thankfully, you collected yourself enough to take the last sip out of the shot glass, but your heart broke a little when you noticed that Yelena wasn’t drinking. Ouch.

Whatever was written on your face, she caught on it quickly and shook her head as if to rearrange her own thoughts. “As much as I would love to take a sip for this particular question, I’m afraid we finished the whole bottle.”

Oh, okay, you thought. Maybe that wasn’t going to be such a disaster after all.

“Well, um… I-I’m glad we cleared that up then,” you stuttered, barely able to meet Yelena’s eyes for a split second.

“Think we should do something about it?” Yelena smirked as she slowly began leaning more towards you. Subconsciously you started doing the same thing. If she could be brave about it, so could you. Opting for a wordless nod of your head instead of a verbal answer, you finally closed the distance between yourself and the Russian. Her hands flew to your face almost instantly to cup your cheeks, and your arms snaked around her waist. It wasn’t a cute little innocent first kiss between two friends – it was fiery and passionate through and through. Grateful for the fact that you were technically the one who kissed her first, Yelena decided it would be her turn to initiate something, so she gently pushed you down on the bed and straddled your hips.

Your hands slid from her waist to her perfect thighs and squeezed them as she kissed you feverishly, but slowly, just taking it all in. When she pulled away, both of you were barely breathing, eyes locked with each other’s.

“As far as movie-like experiences go… this wasn’t bad at all,” she joked, now sitting up above you. You shoved her playfully and giggled a little bit, her bright smile matching your own mood.

“We should play games like this more often,” you concluded, gently pushing Yelena off of you so you could sit up again. Through a small fit of laughter, she agreed with you. “Now let’s go raid the kitchen for food and snacks. All that drinking just made me crave something unhealthy.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

#mcu imagine #yelena belova #black widow #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova headcanons #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x you #natasha romanoff #marvel imagine #marvel headcanons #MCU headcanons #black widow imagine #black widow headcanons

[iwalc]

Be Alright - Brian May fanfic

This chapter is inspired by an idea I got a while ago. I'll write chapters inspired by a song, and create a story, about Brian and a female character, from the songs. I hope you'll like this idea, and I hope that I don't destroy any songs for you guys.

This chapter will be inspired by the song "Be Alright" by Dean Lewis and I recommend you listen to it in a somewhat connection to this chapter to get a sort of feeling for what I try to portray.

As always- take care- Love you guys!

ps. since this is the first chapter with this concept pls let me know what you think! <3

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P.O.V Brian

I look up from the ground to meet your beautiful eyes, but this time they are sad and teary. I did not get to look into them for long though, since you looked away from me, which isn't a thing that you've hardly ever done before.  Your body language is hesitant and I see there's something you're not telling, something is bugging you.

I wanted to help you, so dearly, I hate to see you like this, troubled, so I reached for your hand. It feels different, it's cold, and you act like you don't want me to touch you. It felt like a knife stabbed my heart. My love pulled away her hand. I can't help but wonder what's on your mind. What's troubling you, the woman I love so dearly.

Silence took over the room, I hardly breathed, I've never heard a silence that loud before. My heart raced, I knew something was desperately wrong.

"Brian, I made a dumb mistake" you suddenly broke the hurting silence. My heart stopped for a second, what is she talking about, what has happened?

The tears were now streaming down your face. It really hurt me to see you like this. I just wanted to walk up to you and embrace you in the most loving and caring hug, all I wanted was to kiss your forehead, stroke your back and tell you that everything will be alright, but your manner told me that you wanted to distance yourself from me, which hurt me even more.

You started to tremble slightly and your voice began to break when you said that the cigarettes on the counter last week wasn't from your friends, they were from my mate's. I felt my heart stop and I could feel the colour draining from my face. I knew where you were going with this, and I've never felt such pain.

I think back on the letters you sent, and the never-ending phone calls. It didn't make sense, where did this come from?  It was like everything we had just disappeared into space, everything was deleted like the past, it was gone.

I tried to approach you, to try to save the glory that we have had, the glory that, without me knowing, was disappearing into space, but when I touched your beautiful face, I could tell that it was too late, you were already moving on. Another knife stabbed me. Tears began to fill up my eyes, blurring the view that I had the blessing to enjoy for three years.

I could have been able to ignore, or moved on, from the fact that you kissed him yesterday if you had let me. The hard part is the feeling of betrayal, that I just can't seem to shake. During all this wonderful time together I gave you a part of myself, I gave you my all, you've been my everything. The part of me that I gave you during out happy, loving years, you broke. Everything I know tells me that I should walk away, I can't shake it, but the only thing I desire, is to be able to go back in time, to be yours again, to feel our never-ending love, to feel that part of me whole again.

I had to watch you walk away, leaving your key on the kitchen counter. My heart was shattered. I was going to propose to you. You were the love of my life. We were going to get married, have a bunch of beautiful kids, grow old together. All my dreams got shattered, and I don't know how I'll ever be able to move on.

Destroyed, I called Freddie, I told him what had happened and he promised to make his way over as fast as possible and ten minutes later the door swung open, revealing Freddie along with John and Roger. I was relieved to not be on my own anymore.

"Mate, I know you love her, but it's over, It doesn't matter, put the phone away"

I hadn't even noticed that I've been sitting by the phone, subconsciously waiting for your to call. I just wanted to go back in time, redoing it, do whatever I did wrong right. It hurts so bad.

"Brian, It's never easy to walk away, but you have to let her go, It'll be okay" Johan gently said while rubbing my back softly.

"It's gonna hurt for a bit of time, but we'll never leave you, we'll be with you all the way!" Freddie reassured me. I know they did their best, but it felt hopeless. This will never heal. I will never be happy again.

"I know this might not be the right time to suggest this. But alcohol always helps. Let's bottoms up, and forget tonight" Roger hesitantly said, feeling the glares from Freddie.

"You'll find another and you'll be just fine, but you have to let her go".

But nothing heals the past like time And they can't steal The love you're born to find, she was the one, my only one. I won't find another, because there are no other soul like hers.

#brian may fic #brian may imagine #brian may x oc #brian may x reader #brian may x reader fluff #brian may x reader angst #brian may angst #80s #I actually think this is one of my best work so pls don't hate it hehe

[strawberryandspiceandchocolate]

the agreement; prologue

here marks the start of a new series! one that I hope you all enjoy! I’ve been working on it for a few weeks; had the idea out of nowhere and decided to run with it. now it’s a 7 part series that I hope will be good.  synopsis: you and Bakugo have been working at the same agency for a while, and you’ve caught onto his mannerisms. when he comes into the office upset, one things leads to another and the both of you find yourselves in agreement on one thing. (I’m bad at synopses so pls forgive me, I tried).   characters are 20+. contents of prologue: language, office setting, boss!Bakugo x coworker!Reader, no smut yet. 

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working for the big hero agency was a dream come true. sure, you weren’t a prohero, but you were the hero of the office. you handled a lot of paperwork, scheduling, and other needs that perhaps good heroes couldn’t find the time to get in with their busy lives. you loved it. not only was it easy and swift for you to complete the tasks at hand, but everyone in the agency appreciated you for all your hard work. you were one of them, not just a coworker, but a friend. 

the one person that mystified you was your boss, prohero and top ranker Ground Zero. he came in often, did some paperwork, sent some emails, but he spent most of his time in the field - as he should. he was the head of the agency, the face that everyone saw. he had to go out there and make sure everything was okay, that the city didn’t need saving. unfortunately, there was always someone causing trouble, meaning Ground Zero was almost always out. 

you didn’t mind helping him with his office work, but he insisted that he could do it, even though he was staying late in the building and working a lot of hours. “I’m not going to become number one if I don’t do it all for myself,” was what he always said. you figured his hard work was something to admire, his determination, his go getter attitude. those nights he’d come in from patrol, when most everyone else had gone home for the day, you didn’t like the idea of leaving him here alone. you’d stick around even if there was nothing for you to do. 

one of your coworkers found you asleep at your desk one morning and proceeded to question you on the seemingly wack idea of staying there so late, all night even. you foolishly looked over to the boss’s office, where it was already closed up, lights off, and you wondered if he was gone or just resting inside. your coworker gave you a smirk and leaned in, then teased you as if you were both in high school again. “got a crush on the boss man, huh?” 

you didn’t dignify that with an answer. you went about your time in the offices like normal, going home at the end of the day even though the thought of Ground Zero staying there late nagged at your mind. you had to push it all away, knowing that you needed to be in a place of rest and relaxation. you needed to rejuvenate at home. and so you returned to your dark and empty apartment. 

it was on one day you were running late, your busted alarm clock finally catching up to bite you in the ass, that something changed. you knocked on the boss’s door and carefully entered. he was still sitting at his desk, typing away - possibly making a report. he glanced over, his hard eyes seeming to soften just slightly, as if it were a relief to see you. “so you finally decided to show up.” 

you bowed respectfully. “I apologize, Ground Zero sir. I woke up late. I know that you like to run an efficient agency, so I won’t let this happen again.” 

he stood up and walked around his desk. “You know, you can call me Bakugo.” 

you looked up at him with shock, but quickly wiped it away. he still wore that steely expression, eyes glaring but he was relaxed with his arms crossed. “now get to work.” 

“yes sir, Gro-” you stopped yourself for a moment, “Bakugo, sir.” 

“just Bakugo,” he said. 

your voice caught in your throat, bewildered, so you nodded and scurried away to work. you had to replay the scenario in your head, but while doing so you didn’t realize there was a blush dusting your cheeks. that was until that same coworker came around, leaned up against the wall beside you, and teased you for it. “Don’t you have some hero-ing to do?” 

after that, it was nearly impossible to not to think about Bakugo. he wasn’t all consuming, but when you’d get ready in the morning, you were more conscience of what you were going to wear; when you were walking to his office, you would blush lightly; when leaving for the day, you would check in on him and say goodnight, and if he wasn’t there then you’d leave a note on his desk reminding him to go home. you didn’t know if he ever regarded your notes, but you liked to think he did, at least sometimes. 

it was pretty apparent to everyone when Bakugo was mad, he was loud on a typical day, he was a roaring fire on the bad ones. Sometimes a villain got the better of him and another one of his colleagues would step in, those days infuriated him. although he and Deku were friends, the top hero still seemed to get on his nerves sometimes. he got along well enough with other heroes, but it still irked him sometimes that they could be better than him. you saw his ambition for that top spot, you knew how much he wanted it, so you cheered him on from the office. but you also reminded him that getting a little help never hurt. 

when he walked into the office silently, his presence making the entire office look at him, as if a literal heatwave was wafting through, you knew this was different from all those other times he had ever, to put it lightly, shown his ass. he shut himself up in his office and didn’t come out. while he should have been out on the streets today, he seemed to want to stay in. typically he never wanted to, so you could only imagine what could spite such bizarre behavior from him. 

you had to go in there. you had a handful of forms that needed his signature, for the allowance of hero course students who wanted to perform a work study and intern under him. you knocked on the door carefully and opened it, met with Bakugo’s burning gaze already on you. 

“I know that you’re not in the best of moods, but I just need you to sign some things so I can send them back to the schools,” you told him, walking over to his desk. you set everything down in front of him, watching the papers instead of looking at him. his stare was burning into you, but when his hand came to the papers with a pen, you finally brought your eyes up. 

he was stewing on whatever was wrong. you could see that even while reading over those papers, he was still thinking of whatever was on his mind. you watched him, patiently waiting. when he got to the final paper, he gathered them and handed them back to you. he didn’t say anything, so you turned and walked to the door. 

“who do you go home to?” 

you turned and looked at him, puzzled. “excuse me?” 

“I just mean… there’s someone you go home to, right?” he said. his features were a lot softer than when you first walked in. you looked at the door and closed it gently, imagining that this conversation was somewhat personal. 

you walked back over, but you didn’t know if you should sit down, so you just held the paperwork to your chest. “no, I live alone.” 

he didn’t say anything for a moment. “I shouldn’t have assumed anything like that.” something about the way he said it came off as awkward and unsure. 

“it’s alright,” you said, giving a small smile. “I don’t mind your asking.” 

“so you don’t even live with a friend, then? no roommate?” 

“no,” you said softly. did he think that was pathetic? “it isn’t so bad, if that’s what you’re thinking. I spend most of my time here, so I’m not lonely.” 

he made a noise in the back of his throat, almost like a hum. “I don’t like going home,” he said. you gaped at him, closing your mouth when he looked at you. he seemed to register your reaction and began to clarify. “my parents came to see me, uninvited and unannounced, this past weekend. my old man is fine, it’s the old ha- my mother that grates on my last nerve.” 

“I think I can understand that,” you said, finally taking a seat and setting the forms to the side. “let me guess, though. she came in, saw it was just you, and started questioning everything about your life?” the only indication that he understood such a struggle was the growing irritation on his face. “my mom and aunt do the same thing to me.” 

“she asked me why I don’t have a girlfriend, why I have such a big house if no one is ever there, if I was ever going to-” he stopped, a red blush coming over his face. you’d never seen him give such a reaction to anything. he growled, embarrassed and annoyed. “if she was ever going to have any grandchildren.” 

you looked down, letting out a nervous chuckle. “I’ve heard that one about a thousand times. they tell me over and over again how I’m in my prime, how this is the time to have kids.” 

Bakugo was quiet for a moment and you wonder if you shared too much. when you look up again, he’s glancing away from you. he’s still as red as the most finely bloomed rose, his fingers drumming the tabletop suddenly. “she’s got it in my head that I’m doing this all wrong. I mean, really, what’s the point in having a stupid, big house if no one is there to occupy it?” 

“I’m sure you’ll find someone,” you told him encouragingly. 

“you’re starting to sound like that shitty haired Riot,” he said in a low grumble. he sat straighter and looked at you. “it’s not like I have time for that kind of stuff anyway.” 

“sometimes that’s true,” you told him, shrugging. “I don’t have that time either. I come in here every week day, morning to evening, and on the weekends I’m either still working from my laptop or doing other mundane stuff.” 

he looked at you, eyes burning, but not in disdain or anger. you couldn’t quite tell what it was in his eyes, but it made your cheeks run scarlet. you looked down and grabbed the papers, looking them over suddenly. each one had his haphazard yet lovely signature. you mindlessly ran a finger over one of them. “I mean, I devote myself to this agency. this is what I want to do. I’m sure you feel the same with this place and your goals.” 

he gave a single nod, watching you “I want this agency to be the best.”

“as do I.” you looked down with a gentle smile. “what about adoption.”

“that’s great and all, really it is, but…” he left off, looking away from you as a shadow cast over his eyes.  he started mumbling afterwards, “I want to be able to pass my quirk on, you know.” 

there was a silence that blanketed the air, that began to feel thick. you glanced up, his eyes on you again. you thought it was time for you to take a leave from his office, but something was bubbling up inside you. you didn’t want this conversation to be over, though you had a strange idea. you were sure that he was going to shoot it down, but you thought that it would help him. so you opened your mouth and suggested, “I could have your baby.” 

his eyes became wide and you wanted to cringe. that wasn’t exactly how you wanted it to come out, but the damage was already done. “what are you talking about?” 

“I just mean- what I meant was- I mean that-” you were stammering to find the right words. stopping and taking a deep breath, his eyes waiting for your answer, you let it out slowly. “I just mean, if you want a kid without all the dating and hassle of finding someone, I could do it.” 

you could feel how red your face was, just all over. you were really embarrassed by making the offer, but you wished you had more composure over what made you falter. it was him, that hard look in his eyes, the sternness of his still lips. he was watching you, and you thought that he wanted you to leave. so you started to get up. “sit down.” 

“yes, sir,” you said and sat down. now you were waiting to hear the words “unprofessionalism” and “you’re fired.” you sat there, staring at your lap and the papers laid on your legs. you were clutching onto them, hands shaking. “I’m sorry, sir.” 

“what did I tell you, call me Bakugo,” he said. his voice wasn’t angry. it was still stern, but there was something else to it. could that be thoughtfulness, confusion? you weren’t entirely sure. but this new tone made you look up at him. “why the hell would you offer up something like that?” 

you flushed again, or perhaps harder, and sighed. “well, I just know what it’s like to be hounded by family so much and you want kids, I can… I can tell just from the conversation we were having and I just thought that if you didn’t want to go through the trouble of dating someone, I could just… do it.” you had started rambling, which you noticed halfway through and decided to end. you closed your lips tightly and bit them together, closing your eyes. taking a  deep breath, you looked at him. “I just thought that I could help.” 

he stared at you, eyes sharp and looking you over. “why do you want to do something like that?” 

you scoffed, “I just thought it would be polite to make the offer.” you stood up to leave. 

“I didn’t say no,” he said, just as you were reaching for the doorknob. you looked at him. “but that isn’t a yes either.” he gave you a look, one that said “convince me.” 

you thought for a moment, then started walking toward his desk again. “well, I’m smart. I graduated top of my class in the business course. I’m healthy, strong. there’s no history of illness in my family. and I’m quirkless. the child would have a low chance of inheriting a quirk from me, even lower from my gene pool.” 

he sat back in his chair, hands going to rest behind his head. he was in his mind, thinking about everything you were saying. throughout his thought process, he kept his eyes on you, observing your body and posture. you always stood tall and proper in front of him, elegant in many ways. you were meticulous and passionate about your work. while not a modern day hero, you were rather strong willed and had a loud voice. he knew that because of you, a lot had happened for his agency. without you, who knew where it would be. 

“alright,” he said. “what are the stipulations? I'm not stupid enough to assume that once the kid is born, you’ll just hand it over to me.” 

“no, I wouldn’t,” you told him and sat down. “we’d coparent. I’m not just going to have the baby and leave you to take care of it all on your own. you’re a high ranking hero, and a good one at that, so I would assume that single parenthood wouldn’t be a good look on you at this point in time.” you gave him a smile. “I would also say that our work relationship remains the same. this has nothing to do with work.” 

“alright, I agree. so how do you want to do this?” he said. he pulled on a smirk, leaning forward as his eyes looked over you once more. “when do you wanna do it?” 

“let’s try in a week,” you said, smiling at him. “that’s when the best time will be.” 

#bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugo #bakugo katsuki #bakugo #bakugou #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo smut #bakugo katsuki smut #bnha smut #mha smut #boku no hero academia smut #my hero academia smut #reader insert #mha x reader #bnha x reader #office romance #pro hero bakugou #prohero bakugo x reader

[milkybonya]

it's you

order 005 for anon: large banana milk tea with pudding, lychee jelly and grass jelly

Warnings: some explicit language, flooding mentions

Summary: when you and your soulmate kiss, a small, very small part of your hair will turn white. But why would you and college!Minchan ever kiss when you hate each other?

word count: ~3k

[a/n]: i miss Minchan so much pls :( aLSO I'M SORRY THIS IS SO SH*T AND LATE BUT I HAD FUN WRITING IT!!!

"Move out of my spot," Minchan sighs, towering over you as you sit hunched over your notes in the front row of the lecture hall.

"No, why should I?" you spit out, still looking down.

"Because it's my spot, didn't you hear me say that?" Minchan clarifies with a scoff.

"Oh just shut up. Is your name written on here anywhere?"

He sighs and chooses to sit behind you, accepting defeat for now.

"Can you and Minchan not just give it a rest for one day?" your friend asks you as they take the spot beside you.

"If he wasn't so annoying, then maybe I would be able to do that," you say, organizing your notes for today's lecture.

Minchan kicks the back of your leg with his foot after hearing your words, and you turn around, sighing.

"You're literally proving my point. Just stop," you say.

"You stop badmouthing me first then," Minchan says with a smirk.

"Okay, good morning everyone!" the professor says, causing you to turn back to the front so you can pay attention.

The lecture passes peacefully as the two of you focus. Sure, you have a deep rivalry, but you're both dedicated students who never mess around when a lecture begins.

It's only after it ends that Minchan gets on your nerves again.

You find it right in front of a vending machine, pressing the buttons to dispense a drink. After he steps away, you realize that he had bought your favourite drink, and you don't think much of it until you step up to also buy that drink... only to find there's no more left.

"Minchan, what the hell? You don't even like that flavour anyway, why did you have to take the last one?!" you yell, pointing at the drink in his hands.

He shrugs in response, unscrewing the cap.

"If you want it, you'll have to do something for me."

"And what's that?"

"Convince everyone that we're dating."

"Just for a drink?!" you exclaim.

"I'll have a lifetime supply for you. Anytime you want, just tell me and I'll buy you one."

"Minchan... have you lost it? You know I hate you, right? Why would I pretend to be your s/o?"

"Because people think I'm dating this stuck-up asshole and it's ruining my reputation."

"Why would me dating you fix anything?"

"Because you get good grades, [y/n]. Not as good as mine, but good enough. And I hate your guts, but everyone else seems to think you're alright."

You sigh, shaking your head at the boy.

"I'll give you the drink this once. You've got till tomorrow to think about it," he says, flashing you a smile before walking away.

Confused, the drink almost slips out of your hands as you shuffle to your dorm, feeling bewildered.

-

"So Minchan, your mortal enemy wants you to fake date him?" you friend asks you, sitting on your bed while watching you pace around.

"Yeah."

"That makes no sense."

"Right?!"

"And all you get out of it is a lifetime supply of your favourite drink?"

"Yeah! I mean, those drinks are expensive so..."

"No, [y/n]! Focus!" your friend tells you, holding onto your hands and shaking them.

"Right, right," you mumble.

Your friend suddenly claps their hands and you jump back in fright, swearing at them for scaring you.

"I've got it! Just tell him that you'll only do it if he stops being such a little shit to you."

"So... fake date him to stop our annoying rivalry?" you repeat.

Your friend nods and you step back to properly consider their words. It doesn't sound so bad, especially since your rivalry with Minchan kind of started out of nowhere anyway, and you've always been hoping you never met him so this stupid thing would stop.

-

You: hey! dumbass!

stinky min: ???

You: let's do it

stinky min: ??

You: the,,, thing

stinky min: well don't be shy now

stinky min: spit it out

You: YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!

stinky min: you want to date me?

You: fake* !!! FAKE date you yes

stinky min: ok

You: ugh i hate you

stinky min: :D

You: IT'S ONLY ON ONE CONDITION THO

stinky min: and that is?

You: we end this dumbass rivalry and you stop being so annoying

stinky min: sorry babe can't do that

You: okay then bye

stinky min: NO WAIT

stinky min: i was joking..

stinky min: fine..

stinky min: tomorrow for our first class,, you better come sit next to me when i wave to you

-

"[y/n]!" Minchan yells, waving at you frantically with a big smile on his face.

You sigh and cover your face with your hand as you compose yourself, wondering why you're doing this for a lifetime supply of drinks and for this stupid rivalry to be over. Then, you finally look up and nod in Minchan's direction, approaching his spot in front row. You slide into the seat he saved for you while gritting your teeth and whispering, "why are you sitting in my seat?"

"[y/n], I saved a seat for you in the front row! Since you always like to sit here," Minchan says, obnoxiously loudly.

"I can see that, dumbass," you whisper, still continuing to smile at him while gritting your teeth.

"[y/n], be a bit more natural, would you?" Minchan whispers, stretching an arm around you and pulling you close.

You almost fly off your seat as you hadn't expected him to do this, but stay put despite your heart thumping heavily in your chest. When he leans his head on your shoulder, you have to do everything not to punch him.

"Your heart's beating so fast, my dear," Minchan mumbles.

"Are they dating?" someone whispers in the row behind you.

Murmurs begin to rise and Minchan smirks the whole time, his head still on your shoulder. His hair feels strangely fluffy and soft against your neck.

When the lecture begins, Minchan sits up straight but listens to the whole lecture with his hand around your waist. All of this skinship makes you dizzy and angry, and by the time the lecture is over, you've pulled Minchan aside to have a word with him.

"Minchan, if you're doing to do things like this, then I want out."

"What do you mean, babe?" he says, reaching forwards to push your hair back with his fingertips.

You catch his hand with yours, holding it there.

"This is what I mean," you say, pointing to his hand sitting on your head.

"Well we're dating, aren't we? Isn't it natural to show some skinship?"

"Minchan, firstly this isn't even real. Secondly, skinship isn't a required thing or anything. So just... chill out, okay?"

Minchan leans forward until his lips are right next to your ear.

"Why, is it cause I make your heart rate increase?"

"No!" you yell, pushing him a way.

A couple of students see this and speed walk away, whispering amongst themselves while staring at you.

"Okay, [y/n], calm down. I'll go easy on you, I promise. Have this drink and I'll see you later," he says, holding out your favourite drink.

"When did you even buy this?" you ask, taking it from him.

"Be there at the party tonight, okay?" he tells you while walking away.

What party? you wonder, until you check your phone. Someone has posted in your class about a party happening in Minchan's dorm building.

Sighing, you start to write a text to Minchan asking him why you have to attend a dumb party when you don't like parties anyway, but he messages you first.

stinky min: going to the party will be a great place to show everyone we're dating. and finally stop people talking behind my back... so be there, okay?

stinky min: and about the skinship.. i'm sorry. i'll genuinely stop. but at least you only have to see me a couple times during the day! it's not like we're in the same dorm or anything..

-

After getting your studying and classes done for the day, you head to Minchan's dorm building, which is already flooded with people.

"How isn't anyone getting in trouble for this?" you mumble, looking at the people scattered across the hallways with drinks in their hands, socializing.

You weave through the people, searching for Minchan.

"Hey! Looking for your... boyfriend?" a familiar voice asks you, taking hold of your arm.

You turn around to see your friend, looking lovely as ever.

"Yeah... seen him anywhere?" you ask.

They point upstairs while saying, "he's in his room, 204, waiting for you."

"Alright, I'll see you around then!"

"Don't have too much fun," your friend says with a wink.

Fun? This is not fun at all, you sigh, trudging upstairs and pushing past people to find room 204.

When you finally find it, you're surprised to see it's the only room with the door closed. You knock and the door knob quickly turns, revealing a very.... annoyingly attractive Minchan, with his hair parted comma style, wearing a white tee and a blue jean jacket.

"[y/n], you came! Come in, the real party's in here," he says, inviting you inside.

You walk in to find his TV showing a game he was playing, and he sits down to continue.

You throw him a confused look, but he just stares back at you.

"What? I know you didn't wanna be there, so let's at least have some fun before we have to go out there," he tells you, patting the spot on the ground next to him.

"Wow, Minchan. This is actually the kindest thing you've done for me," you reply, sitting next to him and taking the controller he's offering you.

After absolutely destroying Minchan in the game he thought he was the best at (what a reality check for him!) the two of you stand up and take a few deep breaths before stepping out into the hallway.

"Hey, you owe me something for beating you," you say before Minchan opens the door.

"Oh, shut up," he says, but with a smile.

As soon as he opens the door, people start to greet him. It isn't surprising, since he is just a bit of a popular guy. Okay, maybe more than a bit, but you don't want to admit that.

Many people ask Minchan if he broke up with Jennifer, the stuck-up asshole that he had been telling you people thought he was dating, and Minchan clarifies each time, with a bright grin, that they were never dating, but that it's only ever been him and you.

Everyone seems to find this so cute, but you almost vomit on the spot. Who would've known that Minchan could be so cringey?

Feeling tired after socializing with so many people, the two of you find your own space to stand in one another's company for a second.

"So, how does it feel, Minchan?" you ask him.

"To be dating you?" he asks back, a cheeky grin on his face.

You hiss at him and shake your head.

"No! To be rid of that dumb rumour about you and Jennifer."

"Ah, it feels good! Thanks, [y/n]. Do you want me to go grab your favourite drink for you? The vending machine here has it."

You take a second before agreeing, telling yourself that you deserve it after having role played for so long.

A few moments after Minchan leaves, the somewhat loud music that had been blasting this whole time stops, and someone starts yelling from up the stairs.

"GUYS, THERE'S BEEN A FLOOD AND IT'S SUPER BAD. IT'S SPREADING TO ALL THE HALLWAYS SO WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW!" he shouts.

Even from down there you can notice water pooling around his feet from where he stands near the stairs, and water trickling down the steps, too.

Some people immediately rush out, but you search around for Minchan for some time, wondering why he's taking so long. Then, the flood starts getting really bad, rushing down the stairs and beginning to approach you.

You start speedwalking towards the door, not even stopping when someone grabs your arm.

"[y/n]! You waited for me?" the person asks.

You turn to find Minchan with his pants soaked up to his knees and holding your favourite drink while panting.

"No. Maybe. Anyways, let's go!" you say, dragging him out with you.

That whole night, no one gets any sleep as the campus' staff decide what to do with all the students who won't have a place to sleep. It's only at 4am that they decide on a solution: to send everyone from Minchan's dorm into your dorm, because yours is the one with the most vacant spots.

And as if by the worst luck on this planet, Minchan just has to be placed right. In your. Room.

He trails in at 4:32am, shyly following you inside and acting very differently from his usual arrogant state.

"So this is where you sleep, huh [y/n]?" he quietly asks, looking at your bed.

"Yeah, of course. This is my dorm, what would you expect? That bed on the other side is vacant, so you can sleep there. If you need anything, just go grab it. But if you can't find it or need help, you can wake me up, it's honestly fine," you explain, grabbing your clothes so you can get changed in the bathroom

Minchan stops you.

"No, [y/n], it's fine! I'll change in the bathroom. You change here and tell me when you're done."

You shrug and nod, accepting his offer.

Once you're both changed, you decide to just sleep, because by now it's 5am and you both have class in a little over 3 hours. But you're unable to sleep with the presence of another person in your usually empty room, and you notice Minchan rustling around in his bed, too.

"Having trouble sleeping?" you whisper, not wanting to wake him in case he's actually asleep.

"Yeah..." Minchan says with a sigh.

"Let me just turn on the light, cause I can't sleep either-"

"No! It's better like this." Minchan says, interrupting you as you begin to leave your bed.

You fall back on it, sitting on the edge.

"Anything... I can do to help you sleep?" you ask him, feeling weird that you're being so nice to someone who was your enemy not too long ago.

"Do you wanna cook something?" Minchan asks you after a long silence.

"Cook? Now?"

"We didn't eat," Minchan points out, making you laugh.

"I guess you're right!" you say, standing up to turn on the light.

With whatever random ingredients you have, Minchan helps direct you in making a meal, carefully teaching you how to cut the vegetables and how to fry things correctly. He always gets real close when he does this, but never touches you since he thinks you wouldn't like that. You notice this and appreciate it.

At one point, Minchan asks you to lean in close to the stove to look at the texture of the food. You lean in and place your head practically next to his.

"See how it's this colour and is a lot softer? That means it's done!"

Minchan turns to you after he says this, and this might sound crazy, but your faces are so close to each other that Minchan's lips literally graze yours when he turns to you.

He immediately jumps back and apologizes, laughing slightly for his stupid mistake while covering his mouth with his hand. You, on the other hand, feel mortified and hold your lips with your fingers, wondering if they haven't fallen off or anything, because for some reason, they feel like they're buzzing.

"Wait, [y/n], why is your hair... turning white?" Minchan asks, pointing to your hair.

You notice a strand of white in Minchan's hair too, and you also point up to it. Reaching out to touch each other's white strands, the two of you seem to realize at the same time.

"Ah... so it's you? You're my soulmate?" Minchan asks, his cheeks clearly tainted red.

"I guess so... Damn, that wasn't even a real kiss but it was enough to turn our hair white!"

The two of you remain speechless for a few moments.

"So I'm really soulmates with my enemy?" you ask, groaning.

"Hey, I guess we have to learn to love each other now," Minchan says, puckering his lips and fake-kissing the air.

You push his face away and run off towards your bed, leaving Minchan chasing you around your room while the two of you laugh loudly. Thankfully you don't get any noise complaints, but running around at 6am leaves the two of you running on an all-nighter for your first class.

As the two of you practically fall asleep on each other for the whole class, everyone giggles at your sleepy states, but most importantly, gawks at the white strands in your hair.

"So they were really meant to be, huh," your friend says, sitting behind you and kicking your shin, forcing you awake so you can pay attention.

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[cno-inbminor]

domus

a/n: here we have another short drabble dump! i wrote this up very quickly -- i’m still working on that long fic i’ve been talking about! i apologize for taking so long to put it together. pls take this short fic as an apology for now. stay hydrated, wear your masks, and be safe! love you all so dearly <3 

plot: when kuroo tetsuro drops the hard-hitting truth that he’s fallen out of love with you, your first thought is to escape. but you find comfort in the least likely person: akaashi keiji, a boy you had grown up with out of forced family interactions, who always seemed so distant from you. yet you probably knew more about him than anyone else. 

characters: fem!reader, ex-bf!kuroo, & family friend!akaashi 

wc: ~3.7k, will probably have other parts in the future.

genre/warnings: angst with dashes of fluff; mentions of alcohol

pt. 2 | pt. 3

edit: now crossposted to AO3!

When you’re in love, you spend weeks and months wondering why time won’t stop. You sit and ponder over why you’ll have to die someday and leave behind the person you’ve dedicated your entire soul to, or what might happen if your death came early and you didn’t get to say goodbye. You wonder why the seasons seem to pass you by so quickly, that in the blink of an eye, you go from enjoying a cup of iced tea on the porch to holding a mug of hot chocolate inside watching snowflakes swirl in their journeys to the ground.

But when love ceases to exist, time seems to stop. The days drag for longer, the seasons crawl at a turtle’s pace, and the inevitable end feels less terrifying. You no longer fear the eventual sagging of your skin or the spider legs that grow at the corners of your eyes. You no longer cling onto a hope that there will be a lover’s hand holding yours at your bed of eternal sleep. You simply become, just you. Solitary, single, independent you.

It’s no longer you and someone else. The realization stings so badly that it physically hurts you, a whimper leaving your throat. You shakily reach over for the next blouse and fight back the tears, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip. The skin is chapped and broken to the point that you would need layers and layers of chapstick to save any semblance of it, a terrible habit that you wish you hadn’t possessed. It’s muscle memory, the way you fold the blouse in half, fold the sleeves in, bending it over your arm before it lands in a neat stack of other tops in your suitcase. Your eyes take a glance at the clock, and you gather you have about another hour before you needed to leave for the airport and make it on time for your flight.

You ignore the male figure hunched over on the edge of your bed, tuning out his pleas and broken promises. He begs you to give him time, to implore that it’s all his fault and he’ll make it work for the two of you. Tetsuro promises that he didn’t mean to and that it wasn’t anything you did, but you feel so empty inside that you can’t even find the energy to argue, to turn on him and say that he was pretending to take all the blame so it’d be a better explanation to all your friends. A relationship involves both parties, and while there were special exceptions, this wasn’t one of them. Something was clearly wrong with you, and you were okay with that. You were just tired of Testuro attempting to take everything onto himself.

“I thought it’d be best to come clean with you,” he says, throat hoarse from lack of hydration. “I know you would question it and I haven’t done anything, I swear, I know you’re amazing and don’t deserve to live a lie and—”

“Do you want me to say ‘thank you’?” You interjected quietly, morosely. Your hands slide open the underwear drawer and take out a week’s worth of underwear, bras, and bralettes. “Do you want me to express my gratitude in your honesty for telling me that you don’t love me anymore? You can easily buy a trophy online and make the inscription yourself. ‘Most honest man alive’? Is that what you want?” You ask, tone flat and not possessing the least bit of amusement and humor.

“Can’t you give me some time? I’ll try, I’ll try to figure out what went wrong, and I can love you again. We can still get married and everything, but please don’t leave.”

“I’m not leaving forever, Tetsu. I’m just gone for a week, maybe more.”

“Where are you even going?”

“That’s none of your business,” you quickly reply, defenses back up as you make a beeline for the bathroom. You pick up all the toiletries you can, the ones that would be allowed in your carry-on. Strangers won’t care about your missing skincare routine and your complexion not looking its best.

“What if you get lost? Or kidnapped? What if people ask—”

“Easy. Just tell them I had a last minute business trip, family emergency, whatever floats your boat.”

“Can’t you see that I’m trying? I—”

“This isn’t just about you!” You snap, whirling around to look at him for the first time in the last hour or so. Testuro notices with a pang in his heart that your cheeks have sunken in slightly since he broke his revelation to you just last week, the eye circles darker than ever. But your eyes are soulless, dead, no shine or spark that he’d wake up to every morning even muddled with sleep.

“You can’t just expect me to be okay and continue to bend over backwards for you without question. The least you could do is give me my time, give me some space to think about all of it. That’s the bare minimum.”

And with that, you zip your suitcase shut, grab your passport (even though you probably don’t need it), keys, wallet, and phone, and walk as quickly as you can to the front door. The scheduled Uber will arrive in just a few minutes, and as you slip into a pair of flats, you can hear the creak of the bed and Testuro’s padded steps nearing you.

“Just be careful, okay? Call me if you need anything, anything. You’re still one of the most important people to me, so just – text me at some point. Let me know you’re alive at least.”

“You need to rest. You’re on call tomorrow,” you digress while opening the door.

“(Y/n)—”

“I’ll text you. Promise.”

And the door shuts behind you.

-

Your relationship with Akaashi Keiji is…hard to explain. In fact, you’re not even sure what to refer him as in your life. Anytime you spoke of him or attempted to explain, you’d fumble over words and draw blanks. While it was irritating and aggravating at times, you learned to just accept it.

Akaashi Keiji was the neighbor down the street, two years older, and someone who had known you since you were 8. Your moms were attached at the hip not longer after you moved to Tokyo, and that meant holidays were spent together, impromptu get-togethers and dinners were a common occurrence, and you saw him frequently at school. He was a quiet soul, gentle, but reserved. In fact, most of the things you knew about him were secondhand conversations from your mother talking about the family, because honestly his mom was basically your second mom now, and your mother trusted you with everything. His past, his troubles, his personality all relayed through your mom from his own, and when you saw him in the hallways, he wasn’t much of an enigma to you. Many other girls had found the mysterious air around him to be attractive, that the pretty setter who only ever smiled around his volleyball team and kept a tight circle of friends had something significant beneath the layers.

Keiji grew up with you, playing Smash on the Wii to pass time as your parents gossiped away. Sometimes, you’d play an intense game of Monopoly with him, a game that typically tipped in his favor. He never said much about himself, always relayed more about others that overlapped in your lives. The most he ever spoke to you about was when it came to teachers at school, even giving you some of his old notes and pointers. But even you could tell that he kept his guards up, and you wondered if he even classified you as a friend.

Your go-to explanation of Keiji’s standing in your life was a family friend. But that insinuated you were close with him, which you weren’t at all. No matter how many times he walked home with you (mainly at the pushing from his mother), no matter how many times he was forced to entertain you at dinners and holidays, no matter how many times he gave you a small smile in school, there was such a large gap between the two of you. He always seemed so different around his team, like they had the privilege of knowing the real him, and at times, you felt…jealous.

And the weird thing is that you can rely on him somehow – whether it be because he’d get an earful from his parents if he didn’t help you when you asked it or out of the goodness of his heart, he was simply always there. Sometimes, you were bold enough to text him about a show he talked about in the past, and he would reply quickly as if your unexpected, rare text about something benign didn’t faze him at all.  

Yet despite the distance, despite the lack of any semblance of an actual friendship with him, he was the first one you thought of when all this happened. He was the one you wanted to see – maybe it’s because he was the closest thing to home, and you didn’t want to go back to your parents explaining everything. It’s been a while since you’ve been back in Tokyo, ever since you moved to Sapporo for your job and Testuro got matched for a residency at a hospital there.

At 7PM on a Friday afternoon, past the baggage claim with the sunset beaming in through the sliding glass doors, you stare at Keiji’s contact on your phone, thumb hovering hesitantly over the call button. You could count the number of times you’ve called him on one hand, but this was an emergency, right? Is this why your heart is pounding against your chest, so anxious that you feel like you’ll break into a cold sweat any time soon?

You jump into the deep end.

Your hand nervously brings the phone to your ear, waiting with bated breath as the dial tone echoes in the chamber of your brain. Part of you wants him to miss the call so you can avoid this awkward conversation, but another part of you desperately wants him to pick up as if he’ll be able to save you.

Oh god oh god oh god, you panic as the tone stops, there’s a pause, a rustle, and then a hesitant, “—Hello?”

You didn’t plan this out. You’re not ready for this. Shit, what are you supposed to say?

“—hello? (Y/n)?”

“Have you had dinner yet?”

Wow, you’re a terrible conversationalist.

“…um, I haven’t actually. I was about to warm up some leftovers?”

Your eyes focus on the taxis driving by, picking up passengers as they get waved down. Maybe you should just find a cheap hotel nearby, continue this conversation tomorrow.

“Well…I’m in town, actually. I just landed about 30 minutes ago and realized I didn’t have anywhere to go and I don’t really want to call anyone else and I don’t exactly know who else to call so I just, um, thought about calling you and asking if you’ve had dinner? Which if you’re busy and stuff, that’s totally fine, I should’ve texted you beforehand instead of springing this on you and—”

“(Y/n), it’s okay, alright? It’s okay. I’m not busy, so you can stop by. Did my mom ever give you my address?”

Keiji’s brief attempt to calm you down works, surprisingly. You allow yourself to take a deep breath despite the stale airport air, but it was some much-needed oxygen. This is going to be okay, Keiji doesn’t hate you quite yet.

“N-no, she never did.”

“That’s fine, I’ll text it to you. My place is about 30 minutes from the airport, I’d recommend getting a taxi instead of an Uber. I’ll order some delivery—”

“Oh, you don’t have to—”

“You still like the miso ramen from that shop not far from your house, right? They opened up a second store not far from where I live.”

How did he remember that? You’re pretty sure your own mother had forgotten that fact by now.

“Y-yeah, I do,” you smile to yourself. “I still think about it sometimes.”

“Sounds good then. Get here safely then.”

“Okay. Thank you loads again. I’m sorry for all this—”

“Don’t worry about it. Keep me updated, see you later.”

“Yeah, bye.”

Not 30 seconds later, a text arrives to your phone with an address, a keycode for getting past the main door, and other relevant instructions.

-

Keiji’s apartment is exactly as you expect it to be – prim, proper, neat almost to a fault, with minimalist decorations. The apartment complex he lives in is rather high-end, if the security guards standing outside the main entrance indicated anything. You almost feel completely out of place or like a bug on the wall as you step in after him, a rather comfortable silence between the two of you. His kitchen is spotless and almost sparkles back at you, and the only thing that seems out of place are the containers of your ramen he so kindly ordered for you.

“Your place is really nice, it’s really…you,” you comment, setting your stuff down at the door. Keiji indulges you with a quiet laugh, making sure that there wasn’t anything that would be in your way. His glasses are perched on his head, an old monochrome t-shirt on his shoulders and sweatpants hung low on his hips, yet in this apartment that almost seems like it should be in an interior design magazine, he looks at home. His ethereal beauty, the softness in his eyes, the gentle up-turned strands of his hair – he belonged here.

“The ramen came not too long ago, so it’s still hot. I’ll go ahead and put it together, you can put your jacket on the couch.”

“Oh, thank you.”

Instead, you fold your jacket over your suitcase and quietly make your way into the apartment. Straight across from you are doors to a balcony – darkness had long taken over the city, so you see nothing but your reflection at first. But as you near the plexiglass, the reflection disappears into the view and you almost gasp from the beauty of it.

Blinking lights, flashing billboards, and the brightly lit Tokyo Skytree peer back at you. It only hits you now how much you’ve missed home, and that even though Sapporo was one of the largest cities in Japan, it still wasn’t Tokyo.

“I never get tired of it,” Keiji chimes in while carrying your bowl of ramen to the dining table.

“It’s an amazing view, I can see why you’d live here,” you reply while moving away from it. The table also has two empty wine glasses, and just as you’re about to ask him why they were there, he returns with a newly opened bottle of chardonnay.

“I haven’t had a lot of time to restock the wine fridge, but I knew I was going to kick myself for not having a bottle of that dessert wine we had before you went off to college,” he said with mirth and amusement. “You remember that one?”

“Yeah,” you nearly splutter, almost flushing that once again, Keiji was remembering details about you that you didn’t even know. “Your mom wanted to throw me a graduation dinner and you made it back in time after finals. And she had a bottle of it and between the two of us, we probably drank most of it. Our parents said it was too sweet.”

He nods and sits across from you, elbows on the table as you mutter, “Itadakimasu,” and start eating. You finish your meal silently for the most part, making small talk here and there. Keiji refills both of your glasses and the two of you sip the wine demurely, and while he seems okay with the lack of an explanation, you’re struggling to find the right words.

“So what’s with the impromptu trip to Tokyo? Are you going to see your parents?”

“Should I try to lie to you?”

“It’s up to you.”

Oh, okay then.

But he looks expectant, as if he knows you wouldn’t lie to him – in fact, you’ve never lied to him before. There was never any need to, but did that just mean neither of you ever cared enough?

“Something happened with me and Testuro. I don’t want to bore you with the details, but at the end of the day…I just needed to get away, as cliché as it sounds,” you laugh brokenly. Keiji continues to carefully observe you with a stare that you can’t escape. “I don’t want to tell my parents – you know them, they’ll ask a million questions. Without thinking, I booked a ticket to Tokyo and…now I’m here.”

That was a lie. How are you supposed to tell Keiji that he was the first person you thought of in an effort to run away? You and Keiji have never gotten personal before, he made sure of that. The last thing you want to do is weird him and scare him off.

“…did he cheat on you?” Keiji asked. His voice is darker in his inquiry, deeper than you’ve ever heard before. He has his hands folded in front of his lips and his eyes harden. Testuro may be an old friend to him, but you were in his life longer.

“Nonononono,” you quickly wave off. This isn’t the time to slander your…boyfriend? Could Tetsuro still even be your boyfriend if he no longer has any feelings for you? “Nothing like that.”

“That’s good to hear. If you want, you can tell me another time then. You’re welcome to stay here until you go back to Sapporo.”

You look up at him, eyes incredulous. Could Keiji really be this comfortable with you?

“I wouldn’t mind staying tonight, but I can stay in a hotel for the rest of the week that I’m here.”

“Nonsense,” Keiji refutes, standing from the table and taking your wine glasses to the sink. You follow with your bowl and he starts washing them before you can even offer. “Mom would kill me if she knew I let you pay for a hotel when I have a perfectly functioning bed you can stay in.”

“I mean, if it’s not a bother…”

“It’s not. The futon’s pretty comfortable, I’ve definitely fallen asleep on it plenty of times.”

“We can switch, I would never let you sleep on the futon for a whole week.”

“If you say so then. But for tonight, you can take my bed. Let me grab you an extra towel so you can shower. I’m sure you’ve had a long day,” he says while drying everything off, folding the kitchen towel neatly before heading off to his room. He returns with a large, soft grey towel and you shyly take it from him with a word of thanks, but he stays there in front of you, waiting for something.

“I’m really glad you picked up the phone,” you whisper softly, feeling the effects of the alcohol. You’re entering uncharted territory for the two of you, and this could either kill or strengthen this odd distant friendship. “I meant it when I said I didn’t know who else to call. You were the first person that came to mind and just…I don’t want to make this weird, like you can kick me out,” you begin to ramble. “Don’t feel like you’re obligated to take me in because your mom would be disappointed if you wouldn’t, you’ve already put up with me for over 15 years and it’s fine, I can be on my own and—”

Smooth, calloused hands delicately hold your face, large palms and nimble fingers cupping your cheeks. Your words die on your tongue as Keiji stares straight into your eyes, holding your gaze until your breathing calms down to a steady, languid pace. “You’re my friend, (y/n). So it’s good that you called me.”

“I’m your…friend?” You ask unsteadily, feeling a sense of disbelief.

“Yeah,” he confirms with the corners of his lips turning up slightly. “We’re friends.”

“Okay.”

“Okay. Now go shower.”

“Okay.”

-

You’re fast asleep before Keiji finishes his own shower, his bedroom door left ajar as the hallway light beams through. He pauses in the midst of drying his hair with a towel, letting it bunch and hang off his neck as he cautiously pushes the door open. Keiji notices your even breathing and how much more relaxed you look in sleep. You’re curled up on your side with the blanket pulled up to your face and he can’t lie: it’s adorable and cute, and he shouldn’t really be thinking these things.

He sits on the edge of the bed in the little space that’s provided, lithe fingers reaching out to brush back a few stray wisps of your hair. Watching you sleep pulls him back into a fond memory he’s kept of the two of you, one that might’ve held very little significance to you but meant something so much more to him. He knows you know him well, he knows how much his mother babbles on about him, and adults were more prone to gossip than the rowdiest of teenagers – he’d be painfully oblivious if he didn’t think you knew that much about him, or more than the average friend.

But it’s comforting to him, sometimes. Knowing you, how kindly you think of others, he might not have to explain what he’s feeling in the moment. You would be able to know, and that soothes him to some degree.

Maybe he had a little bit too much wine as well, but ever so subtly, motions steady and unhurried, he deftly leans closer and closer until his lips brush the apple of your cheek. He lingers for no more than a few seconds and sits back up, gazing at you before standing. His hands adjust the blankets and make sure you’re properly tucked in. He pads away, shutting the door behind him as quietly as possible as to not wake you.

And when he’s found a comfortable position on the futon with his most comfortable throw blanket, he realizes, begrudgingly, that this week will fly by too fast for his liking.  

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[youalexturnermeon]

Warm Beer and Cold Women (Johnny Lawrence x Reader)

Request: Hi! I absolutely love your work and I was wondering if I could get a Cobra Kai Johnny imagine where the reader is a bartender and starts crushing on him since he’s a regular and he flirts with her all the time and she pretends to hate it but she actually loves it? by Anon

A/N: Again, Johnny Lawrence x Reader and again it’s gonna be multiple parts (ONLY IF YOU WANT ME TO) because I just can’t keep it short

Warnings: badass reader, drinking, swearing

Wordcount: 1589

“Look, (Y/N), your boyfriend’s back.”

You heard that sentence almost every day during your late shift. Everyday, for about a month now. Jenny, your college at the half empty bar never held herself back. Just like right at the moment when she said that with a grin as you two stood behind the counter and polished glasses to look busy.

You rolled your eyes, “He’s not my boyfriend!” You insisted on it every night as well.

“Your loss, he’s kinda hot”. And Jenny’s answer was also the same every time. This conversation always felt like a déjà-vu, except that it literally happened to you every damn night you had to work. You let out a deep sigh trying to focus on the empty glass in one of your hands and the dirty cloth in the other. Yet you couldn’t help yourself to take a peek at the man who just arrived and took his regular seat at the end of the bar counter. He came here every day and he never made a secret out of doing it just because of his favourite barkeeper – you. He was indeed hot; you thought every time. Although he probably was in his late 40s or maybe even early 50s and looked like he’d seen some shit in his life, he was damn attractive, he had a full head of blonde hair, the bluest eyes you have ever witnessed on a person and he was more athletic than most men your age. You caught yourself hungrily eyeing his toned body, muscles almost popping through the tight black shirt he was wearing.

“Hey gorgeous,” he called over to you when he noticed your glance. And the biggest and brightest smile appeared on his lips. “Hi, Johnny.” you greeted him back, trying to sound the most disinterested and lazily walked over to him.

“Who do I have to screw to get a beer around here?”

You rolled your eyes again, supressing a stupid grin. You almost allowed your brain to picture an image of you two in the men’s bathroom. You pulled yourself together and shook this indecent thought off.

“Most certainly not me.”

“Well, that’s too bad.”

“But if you want me to,” you gestured with your thumb to the door, ‘staff’ written on it, behind you, “I can go fetch Kenny, he won’t say no to that. It’ll get you at least 2 free drinks, I think.”

Kenny was a big old biker, with long grey hair and a long grey beard, dressed in leather from head to toe, who owned the shabby bar you worked in. He also looked quite scary if one didn’t know him. Johnny’s smile twitched into a disgusted grimace. And you laughed from planting the thought of Johnny screwing Kenny inside his head. He didn’t like him very much.

“If you weren’t the hottest chick I have seen in my whole life, I would’ve called you a stupid bitch of a barkeeper and left you without any tip. But your pretty face and your great ass saves you all the time, huh?”

“Yes, Johnny,” you replied sarcastically “this has brought me very far in live, after all I’m a respectable barkeeper in not the shabbiest bar of Reseda but quite close to it, renting a luxury 1-bedroom apartment next to the most famous meth-head on the block for much more than it’s worth. Are you having the usual?” Johnny nodded, and you went off to get him his beer and whisky. Sometimes it was hard for you to be so mean to him, he was the only man on earth who showered you with complements all the time, not giving up flirting with you no matter what you said. But after all, he was still a local drunk hitting on a barkeeper. There was a lot of those, you had a few of them every night and Jenny even more. The only thing different about Johnny was that he was very good-looking and the most persistent of them all.

Jenny winked at you as you drew a beer from the tap system and poured the cheap brown liquid into a shot glass.

“How’s the love life going?”

“Fuck off, Jenny!”, you grunted and made your way back to the regular. You placed his order in front of him and stood still, arms crossed. To be fair, you didn’t have anything else to do, it was Tuesday night and only a few people sat in the dark corners of the bar getting drunk just by themselves. You might as well just let yourself entertain by the man who appreciated you.

“So, tell me,” Johnny started after he took the first sip of his beer, “How is live treating you, (Y/N), anything badass happened to you recently? You good?”

He always asked you how you were although you never really answered. You admired his endurance.

“Actually, quite the opposite?”

Johnny’s eyes widened a little and he stood his beer glass back on the counter. Surprised about a different answer today and curious for it being elaborated.

“What is it?”

You leaned over the counter and lured him closer to you with your finger, so close that his face was right in front of yours and your breath tickled him. He smelled quite nice, you reckoned, you did not expect that.

“The thing is,” you started whispering into his ear, him excitedly leaning even closer to you, happy over the slightest contact “there’s this creep who keeps coming into the bar. Almost every day, I think he’s a high-functioning alcoholic. And he just can’t leave me alone for once, always hitting on me, always talking to me. He might as well be stalking me and he’s like 20 years older than I am. Should I be afraid of him?”

Even though all you said was a lie since you didn’t think of Johnny as a creepy stalker anymore, rather a lonely guy, your words weren’t intended to be so hurtful. As soon as they left your lips you bit your tongue. Was that too much this time? But you wanted to get rid of him, did you?

“I heard he’s a quite good-looking bastard, tough.” Johnny retorted immediately without even flinching as if none of what you said struck him in the slightest. And that’s what you liked about him, he still wanted to woo you.

“And maybe if you’d give him a chance, you’d realize what a good fucking guy he is.”

You let out a hateful laugh. That would break your one and only work-rule.

“Nah, I don’t fuck with regulars.”

“Who said something about fucking?”

You bit your lip, no one did, it was your brain picturing you and Johnny again.

“You look damn hot doing that,” he said with a smirk and you promptly released your lip from your teeth.

“I’ll cook dinner, we watch a movie on my couch – “

“Thank you very much but I can have stale pasta at home by myself.“ you interrupted him, the corners of your mouth twitching. To be honest, you would like to have that, but you already were too far into acting like you hated everything he said and did and above all just him as a person.

“C’mon, (Y/N), when do you finally let met buy you a drink”

“Maybe tomorrow.”

Johnny rolled his beautiful blue eyes, “You say that all the time”

“Because you ask me that all the damn time.”

“’Cause I like you.” “Seriously Johnny, fuck off, you’re boring me.”

“Why do you always have to be such a bitch to me?” he exclaimed and maybe you were imagining that but for the first time since for ever you could make frustration out in his tone. That was exactly what you wanted, right?

“Woah,” you held your hands up “Watch your filthy mouth. You’ll have to give me a big fucking tip tonight, Johnny or I really go fetch Kenny so he can kick your sorry ass out for good.”

“No, I’ll just screw him instead, then I’ll be fine” You snorted, that man was unbelievable. Johnny, clearly satisfied with himself and his joke smiled with triumph.

“See, I made you laugh”

“Yeah, whatever” you said waving. And in that moment the huge mountain of a man, Kenny, came out of his office and stared blankly into Johnny.

“You’re gonna do what!?”, his voice roared through the bar, and Johnny suddenly became all small in his seat. You burst out laughing and finally used that situation to remove yourself from that scene. After all, you had work to do, you couldn’t just spend all your hours with Johnny. Even if you liked to.

“Uh oh,” Jenny said mockingly when you leaned against the counter next to her with a big sigh, “Relationship troubles?”

You nodded with a grin and made yourself a shot of vodka ready. You threw your head back and poured it down your throat all at once, you groaned but it felt good.

“Wow, would it have killed you if you did that with that poor guy over there?” Jenny signed over to Johnny, now sitting all alone looking down his fourth beer.

You shrugged; you didn’t want to indulge him that much.

“C’mon, you clearly in love with him and you know that.” “I don’t!” “You do, you like him.” “I fucking don’t. Stop making shit up in your hollow head!”

But that was a lie. For you the sun shone out his ass, that’s how much you liked him.

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PART 2

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[sparks-joy-imagines]

hate sex with gintoki + hijikata😨

hey anon, thank you for requesting, this was fun! I hope you like it😊 -niob

GN reader

warning: not sfw, reader gets penetrated, unsafe intercourse (pls don’t do this), oral (giving), rough, biting, hair pulling

Gin:

you stomp down the street, annoyed by the task your grandmother made you do: give the nice workers of Odd Jobs a small package of mochi as thank you for saving her clumsy cat from a tree last week

you ring the doorbell, but no one answers, you get impatient and let yourself in, after all you just want to drop off the present and be on your merry way

as you step inside you hear a noise and enter the room to give the mochi to one of the kids

unfortunately, the kids were out doing some errands and only Gintoki was there, sitting in his chair, feet resting on the desk and reading a Shōnen Jump, you sigh when you realise you have no choice but to deal with the lazy mob head, who didn't even bother to open the door

he saw your grumpy expression and was just as annoyed as you were, he started to provoke you right off the bat, telling you how irritating it was to see your face on such a nice day and how dare you to just enter his house without permission

already worked up you lash back at him without a second thought, storming towards him and tearing the magazine out of his hands, throwing it into a corner and placing the small package of mochi on the desk

he jumps from his chair, angrily grabbing you by the collar and pulling you so close that you can smell the sweets he just ate and  notice his crimson-coloured eyes

“what's your problem, bitch?” he snarls with anger

“if anything, you are my problem, asshole,” you retort

“well, fuck you, then,” he scoffs

“do it yourself,” you say under your breath without thinking about it

Gin’s eyes widen and he snaps at your remark, grabbing you by the neck and starts kissing you sloppy and aggressive, biting your lower lip, you immediately put your arms around him pressing your chest tightly against his, digging your nails in his back while his hands roam your body up and down, then squeezing your ass and thighs so hard that his fingernails dig into your skin and leave marks, you whimper at the stinging sensation and cling to him, trying not to fall backwards while he spins you around and pushes you in the direction of the desk

when your backside bums against the surface, he moves his mouth to your neck, biting and tugging on your sensitive skin with his teeth, creating marks and love bites, that will be visible for at least a week, the intoxicating pain makes you grab a fistful of his white hair and pull and yank at it, drawing a low grunt out of his throat

you hear a ripping sound as he tugs at your clothes, growling frustratedly against your neck while you fumble at his belt

after getting rid of your clothes, he grabs you at your hips and turns you around while pushing you against the hard wooden desk with his whole body, then inserting a finger without warning, the sudden intrusion makes you gasp, and you arch your back, pushing back against him as you can’t believe you actually want more of this, you hear a chuckle from him and feel a second finger entering you

he is hissing insults in your ear as he pulls out his fingers and without a second to lose shoves himself harshly into your throbbing hole, reaching deeply inside you, prodding your sweet spot, making you inhale sharply and release a loud moan

one of his hands holds you in place by your hip, the other hand is pressing your torso down on the desk as he mercilessly pounds into you from behind

he ruthlessly continues to fuck into you while a sadistic grin forms on his face, hearing you moan so loud and lewd just fuels him even more and he picks up the pace

you feel one of his hands snaking around your torso and yank you up until your shoulders meet his chest, this position brings you closer to your climax as you feel his hard thrusts against your core

Gin lets out a deep groan as you contract around him, he finally pushes you over the edge with a deep thrust, following right after you, riding out his orgasm with a few more strokes, spilling his seed inside you

he holds you tightly, panting next to your ear as you both slowly come down from your high

you won’t be able to walk properly the next day(s)

 Hijikata:

after having a drink to release some stress, build up due to being treated like a sandbag by Okita all day long Hijikata was on his way back to the barracks, the drink did not help that much, and its little relaxing effect was gone the second he saw you walking down the streets, on your way home

why did he have to meet you of all people when he was in such a bad mood to begin with? he despised how you talk, how you move, your face and this little smile you showed most of the time except for when you looked at him, no, when you look at him your brows furrow immediately and if looks could kill he would be long dead, and the most annoying thing was that you were so goddamn attractive

your smooth voice, your graceful movements, your alluring eyes, and your tempting lips, it all drove him insane and now of all times intoxicated with alcohol he felt all those repressed and pent-up feelings and thoughts crashing down on him all at once

you saw him walking towards you as you were fidgeting with your house keys, the expression on his face resembling a real demon, grinding his teeth, asking in a low tone what the hell you were doing here

usually you had no problem with the police, but this guy was pissing you off every time you saw him, and on top of that he was so good looking, which irritated you even more

you give him a nasty glance but decide to ignore him, simply trying to get past him, Hijikata makes a quick step back and to the side, standing in your pathway and halting your movements

“I said: what the hell are you doing here? Don’t you know there are dangerous people around?”

you glare at him, he wants trouble? he can get it

“the only danger out here is you, you tax thief”

“stop being so irritating, with your stupid perfect smile and dumb shiny hair”

you look at him in absolute disbelief, puzzled whether his remarks were meant as a compliment or an insult

“excuse you, you are the one picking a fight right in front of my door?”

“well, if that's the case then why don’t we take the fight inside, I dare you”

his voice was deeper than before and his words didn’t sound like a threat anymore, much more like a suggestion, catching you off guard

this stupid tax thief, why would he say stuff like this with his stupid deep voice, when you argue every time, you see each other? this stupid, handsome tax thief, could it be that you are not the only one having late night fantasies about the other? not that you would ever admit it out loud

without a word you took a step forward to nudge against his side with your shoulder and head for the door only a few more steps ahead

you put the key into the keyhole and turn your head around

“you wanna fight, or what?” you ask him with a smirk on your lips

within a second Hijikata is right behind you and you turn the key to open the door

he pushes you through the door, his hands on your hips, he slams the door shut behind him, grabs your wrist pulls you close to him and hungrily kisses you

you kiss him back and direct him towards the bedroom while roaming your hands on his chest, his tongue toying with yours, you can taste the alcohol and cigarettes

you take off his uniform jacket and let it fall to the ground while he pushes you to the bed and makes you sit down on it

he’s towering over you, looking down on you with a mixture of dislike and lust in his eyes while he opens his belt and pants and tugs them down a little bit, just enough to reveal his hard length, the red tip already coated with pre-cum

he grabs your hair and shoves you closer, you hesitantly part your lips and mouth up his member, having a salty taste on your tongue

he pushes himself deeper, making you choke a little as he lets out a husky growl

you work your mouth up and down his length, stirring him up even more, he pulls roughly at your hair, suddenly yanking your head back

he takes off your and his own remaining clothes, crawls over you, and pushes you further to the middle of the bed

his hands feel up your nether regions, finding the spot, which makes you moan and throw back your head

he pushes your knees up and press them to your stomach, rubbing his cock at your entrance, abruptly plunging inside you with a raunchy grunt

he starts thrusting slowly but very hard, making you whimper, grabbing the bed sheets beneath you

“faster!” you command after a short while, biting down on your lip

Hijikata does as he’s told, thrusting faster inside you, pushing your closer to your release

you feel the waves of pleasure crashing down on you as he shoots his load deep inside you with a loud groan

he falls on top of you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, while your breaths start to slow down

gosh, you hated him so much

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