#instead of gushing I’m sitting here on my couch staring at my ceiling

[mrs-kelly]

Hhhhhhh I was gonna be all gushy I was ready for it but I just don’t have any words I love Charlie so much and I’m so lucky to have him as my husband oh my God

#instead of gushing I’m sitting here on my couch staring at my ceiling #and thinking about how much I wanna hold him and kiss him #and also just. sit with him and laugh together #do silly things like dance around the house and chase each other #doing dumb little dances and making up songs #tickling each other until we just can’t take it anymore #watching tv in our pajamas and having drinks and just goofing off together #I just wanna spend time with him. I just wanna have fun with him #I want him to know it’s safe with me. you know #that he can be himself with me without fear of judgment #ren speaks #im gushing out here folks #renlie

[waitimcomingtoo]

Adventures in Cat Sitting

Synopsis: Tom is not a cat person, but watches your cat anyway

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“Hi baby.” You appeared in the doorway of the living room with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders and a nervous smile on your face. You had a big favor to ask of Tom and you already knew he wasn’t going to like it.

“Hi princess.” Tom sat up on the couch and noticed your face. “You look like you need something.”

“I might.” You shrugged as you sat down on his lap. He immediately wrapped his arms around you to keep you from falling off, clasping his hands together under your spine.

“Let me see if I can help you.” He chuckled as he tugged you closer by the blanket.

“So you know how I have to go away this week for my cousins wedding?” You began, slow as not to startle him.

“Yeah. I miss you already.” He pouted, making you laugh and kiss his lips.

“I miss you too, lover.” You ran your fingers though his hair. “So I was wondering if you could do me a favor.”

“Anything, Princess.” He smiled lazily at you. “What do you need?”

You tugged at his shirt for a moment and avoided eye contact, shrugging a little as if you hadn’t been planning this for days.

“Ineedyoutowatchmycat.” You said quickly.

“What?” Tom furrowed his eyebrows when he didn’t understand you.

“I need you to watch my cat?” You grimaced, finally looking at him. You knew how Tom felt about your cat from the many, many times he told you.

He wasn’t a cat person. Not at all. And your cat in particular seemed to be his sworn enemy. They never got along and you often had to hide him in another room when Tom was over.

“You mean he’s not going to be guarding the pits of hell?” Tom tilted his head in confusion, making you roll your eyes.

“He is not that bad.” You insisted. “You can survive a few days with him.”

“Uh Uh.” Tom shook his head firmly. “You know how I feel about cats. That’s my least favorite kind of pussy.”

Your jaw dropped as he laughed at his own joke, stopping when you smacked his arm.

“Don’t get fresh.” You scolded. “I just need you to watch my cat for a few days.”

“You don’t have a cat.” Tom disagreed. “You have whatever Pandora let out of her box.”

“Oatmeal is really sweet once he warms up to you.” You told him. “You haven’t spent enough time with him to do that.”

“Because every time I get close to him, he hisses at me.” Tom exclaimed.

“Not every time.” You said pointedly. “Just most times.”

“Can’t you put him in the kennel?” Tom whined, knowing he wasn’t going to get out of this.

“He’s not social and I haven’t found one I like.” You pouted, putting on puppy dog eyes to sway him.

“So drop it off in the forest for a few days and let it get some life experience.” Tom shrugged, earning himself another playful smack.

“Tom.” You groaned. “He’ll die out there.”

“We can only hope.” Tom mumbled under his breath.

“I think this will be good for you guys.” You ignored his comment. “You’re the two most important men in my life and I need you to get along.”

“How am I possibly on the same level as that heathen?” Tom held a hand over his chest like he was offended.

“I love you both so much and it kills me that you don’t get along.” You whined, stroking his cheek to pull him back.

“We’d get along just fine if he wasn’t such a bastard.” Tom snapped, making you gasp.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call my cat a bastard?” You asked. This was a conversation you had had many times as it was Toms preferred nickname for you cat. Tom shrunk down on the couch and looked at the ceiling as he blew out an annoyed huff.

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

“This could be good for us too.” You assured him. “Watching a pet is an integral part in any relationship. I’m giving you all my trust.”

“You’re not giving me your trust.” Tom laughed sharply. “You’re giving me your fat ass demon cat.”

“Come on, please baby?” You jutted yourself bottom lip out. “Oatmeal might grow on you.”

“Aw. Like genital warts?” Tom smiled sarcastically.

“No.” You said flatly. “Not like genital warts.”

“Why do I have to watch him?” Tom complained like a child. “Why can’t you just leave him in a box with some food and water?”

“Would you like that if I did that to you?” You raised a skeptical eyebrow at him.

“If there was alcohol in the box, then yeah.” He shrugged. “I might just enjoy myself.”

You realized you weren’t getting anywhere and pulled away from him with a new approach ready.

“Fine.” You sighed and dramatically looked away. “If you don’t want to watch my cat, I’ll just have to find a boyfriend who will.”

You started to get up but Tom immediately pulled you back, making you giggle as he held on firmly. He had finally caved and you knew it.

“Woah woah wait.” He nuzzled into your neck and left kisses there before sighing. “I’ll watch your bastard child.”

“You’ll what?” You texted him.

“I’ll watch your precious fur baby.” He said through a fake smile. You twisted your body and wrapped your arms around him, kissing every inch of his face you could reach.

“Thank you.” You gushed. “You’re a life saver.”

“You’re welcome, darling.” He chuckled as he lovingly rubbed your back. “You better remember this if I ever need a kidney.”

“I don’t think the two things carry equal weight.” You tilted your head playfully and laughed.

“They don’t.” He agreed. “You’re welcome for letting you off easy.”

Rolling your eyes at your boyfriend, you decided not to fight back since he was doing you a favor. Instead, you opted for kissing him long and deep to show your appreciation.

“Thanks for doing this.” You mumbled against his lips. “I know you don’t like cats so I appreciate it. I owe you one.”

“Mind if I collect my toll now?” Tom smirked as he flipped you onto your back, making you laugh loudly.

“Not at all.”

Sunday

“This is his food.” You handed Tom a pink bag with whiskers stitched on. “He gets two cups a day, dry at morning and wet at night. He won’t eat unless you scratch him behind the ears after you put it in his bowl.”

“I’m not putting my hands anywhere near that thing.” Tom shook his head as he took the bag. “It has a bloodlust.”

Oatmeal was nestled in your arms, staring at Tom with a vengeance. Tom stared back with wide eyes, already feeling his pulse quicken.

“No he does not.” You cooed as you scratched Oatmeal behind the ears. “Make sure to keep an eye on his water bowl and never give him milk. It’s bad for his teeth.”

“Right. Wouldn’t want him losing his razor sharp little death traps.” Tom said sarcastically, seemingly speaking directly to the cat. “If he bites me, I’ll bite him right back.”

“Tom.” You sighed deeply. “I shouldn’t have to say this, but do not bite my cat.”

Oatmeal suddenly bared his teeth and hissed at Tom, making Tom gasp.

“Did you hear what he just said to me?” Tom exclaimed as he pointed to the cat.

“He’s just getting used to you, is all.” You shrugged as you set Oatmeal down on the ground. He took a careful step towards Tom before hissing again.

“He did it again!” Tom jumped into your arms in the style of Shaggy and Scooby. “He called me a slur.”

“No he didn’t.” You laughed as you set Tom down. “His treats are in the bag. Only one a day and none if he’s naughty.”

“I didn’t realize he had a setting other than naughty.” Tom sassed your cat, making him hiss once again. Tom looked at you for help and you sighed.

“Hey, behave.” You scolded Oatmeal as you stroked him. “His toys are in the bag too. He gets pretty feisty with the fish on a string so don’t go near him when he’s playing with it.”

Oatmeal jumped up on a chair and leaned towards Tom, peering at him as if extended an olive branch. Tom looked at you and you nodded, encouraging him to reach out towards the animal. Oatmeal leaned forward and sniffed Tom’s hand before snapping at him. Tom jerked his hand back and cradled it, though he wasn’t actually bitten.

“I don’t think I can do this.” Tom said suddenly. “He’s gonna put a hex on me.”

“Tom, please?” You whined when he went back on his offer. “I have to leave now and there’s no one else who can take him.”

“Give him to one of your friends.” Tom whimpered as he hid behind you. “What about Stacy? Don’t you hate her?”

“All my friends are either allergic or coming on the trip with me.” You pleaded with him.

“There has to be someone else who can watch this hell beast.” Tom spat as he shot daggers at Oatmeal. You chewed your bottom lip as you thought of way to keep him on board until something came to you.

“Well, my ex watched him a couple times.” You shrugged casually as you picked Oatmeal back up. “Maybe I can call him and-“

“I’ll watch the damn cat.” Tom cut you off, always the jealous type. “Come here baby.”

He cooed and walked towards Oatmeal, who swiped at him with his claws.

“Ah! Bitch!” He screamed and jumped away from

“Are you sure?” You innocently batted your eyelashes. “I’m sure he’d be more than happy to-“

“La la la la la.” Tom held his hands over his ears and sang loudly. “Enough about him. I’ll watch Oatmeal. It’s just two days right?”

“Four days.” You kept a smile on your face so you wouldn’t worry him.

“Four days?” He gasped. “How many people is she getting married to?”

“Just one. Who knows? If this goes well, maybe she’ll be flying out to my wedding soon.” You flirted as you held his chin between your fingers. This pulled a smile out of Tom, making him walk to you and wrap his arms around you. You fitted your face into the crook of his neck and left a kiss there, taking in your last few moments with him before you left.

“I’ll miss you, princess.” He mumbled as he rubbed soft circles onto your back.

“I’ll miss you too.” You sighed, resting your chin on his shoulder. You pulled away after a long time and kissed him, letting it linger until you couldn’t breath. You patted his cheek softly before bending down and petting Oatmeal.

“Amd I’ll miss you Mr. Fluffy Pants.” You cooed as you picked him up. “Who has the fluffiest pants?”

“I believe that’s his feline obesity.” Tom said sweetly as he narrowed his eyes at your cat.

“Funny.” You stuck your tongue out at him. “I’ll see you Wednesday.”

“Don’t be late.” He pouted, feeling his heart sink as you collected your things. You noticed his forlorn demeanor and hugged him again, taking in the scent of his cologne.

“How could I stay away from my baby?” You mumbled into his ear. You pulled away and jutted your bottom lip out before smiling wickedly.

“And I’ll miss you too.” You added as you pulled away. Tom rolled his eyes at you while you opened his door.

“Hilarious.” He replied sarcastically. “I’m laughing my-“

The door shut.

“-ass off.” He said weakly as silence settled into his home. He let out a sigh as he stared at the door, the smell of your perfume still lingering on his skin. He hated being apart from you, even if it was just for a few days. Tom’s reminiscing was cut short by a hatch meow from the floor. Tom jumped, having forgotten all about the cat he had promised to watch. Oatmeal stalked over to Tom and sat down in front of him as if to mock him.

“Listen you little whore.” Tom pointed an angry finger at the car. “I’m in charge. There will be no shenanigans this week, you hear me? Not one single shenanigan. That means no scratching the furniture, no shedding, and absolutely no napping in sunbeams. And I swear to God, if you piss on my rug, I’ll kill you. I will kill you with my bare hands. You hear me?”

The silence in the room was replaced with tension as Oatmeal silently stared at Tom with narrowed eyes. Finally, he let out a soft meow.

“Shut up.” Tom jumped again. “I’ll kill you.”

Oatmeal took another step towards Tom, making Tom take a step back. Oatmeal seemed to like this and sat down again.

“Why are you staring at me?” Tom snapped. “Do you want to fight?”

Oatmeal lifted his paw and put it back down, almost like he was stamping his foot. He let out a whine and took another step towards Tom, meowing towards the bag you had given him.

“Oh. It’s 6.” Tom realized. “You’re hungry, aren’t you?”

Oatmeal meowed again, louder this time.

“Don’t use that tone with me.” Toms voice cracked. “My beloved just left and I’m very sensitive right now.”

Oatmeal tilted his head to stare at him, silently judging Tom as he wiped away a tear. Tom composed himself quickly and went over to the bag you’d left, taking out Oatmeal’s pink bowls and bag of food. Oatmeal jumped up on the counter to watch Tom as he prepared the food, both of them sneaking glances at each other every once in a while. Tom stuck his tongue out at the cat before setting his food on the ground.

“Here you go, fatass.” Tom snapped, taking a step back when Oatmeal walked over to the bowl. Oatmeal sniffed the food skeptically before looking up at Tom as if he was waiting for something.

“I’m not scratching you behind the ears.” Tom scoffed with hands on his hips. “You’re not royalty.”

Oatmeal let out a howl and pawed at the bowl, demanding his ear scratches.

“Starve, then.” Tom shrugged. “See if I care.”

Oatmeal hissed at Tom, who responded with the middle finger. He kept his middle finger up and directed at Oatmeal as he walked out of the room, going into his bed room to calm down. After five minutes of thinking, he went back to the kitchen.

“After care consideration I’ve realized Y/n will break up with me if I kill her cat, which is fair.” Tom announced as he walked to Oatmeal. “That is why I’m doing this. Not because I care about you or your well-being.”

Oatmeal meowed softly and pawed at the bowl again, making Tom roll his eyes as he crouched down.

“Here are your little bitch scratches behind your little bitch ears.” Tom grumbled as he scratched the cat. Oatmeal purred in satisfaction before eating the entirety of his bowl. Tom backed away and watched him, smiling a little at how docile he seemed. He quickly wiped the smile off his face as Oatmeal finished and looked up at him.

“I need to call my brother about a script we’re writing, not that it’s any of your business.” Tom said as he looked at the floor. “Don’t bother me while I’m on the phone.”

Oatmeal didn’t pay any attention to Tom, instead busying himself with cleaning his left paw. Tom narrowed his eyes at the cat and huffed out an angry breath.

“Whatever. I know you care You just won’t admit it because you’re jealous.” Tom laughed bitterly as he stared daggers at Oatmeal. Oatmeal continued to ignore Tom as he began licking his other paw.

“You’re jealous that I have abs and you have a flabby cat tummy that drags on the floor.” Tom continued, determined to get the cats attention. “And we both know which one Y/n prefers.”

Oatmeal flicked his eyes to Tom before lifting a leg and licking his nether regions. Tom gasped and touched a hand to his chest in offense.

“You’re disgusting.” Tom spat. “I’m leaving.”

Tom turned on his heel and heard a meow from behind him as he walked away, resembling a taunting laugh.

“Don’t follow me!” Tom called once he got to his office. He sat down at his desk and rubbed his tired eyes before dialing his brother.

Forty minutes later, Tom and Harry were knee deep in their script. They had gotten to standstill, unable to come to an agreement with where to take the story.

“Right, right.” Tom nodded as he rested his chin in his hands. “I was thinking for - - oh for Gods sake.”

Tom’s attention was claimed by Oatmeal slipping in through the crack in the door, letting out a meow to announce his presence. Harry saw Tom’s jaw clench as he stared at the cat offscreen, leaning closer to the camera to get a better look.

“Was that a cat?” Harry asked as he watched his brother swat at something to his left.

“Hey!” Tom bellowed as Oatmeal jumped up on the desk. “No feet on the table!”

“Mate, who are you yelling at?” Harry tapped the screen repeatedly to get his brothers attention.

“Oatmeal.” Tom grumbled, jerking his neck at the cat as if to challenge him to a fight.

“Y/n’s cat?” Harry chuckled, knowing all about his brothers hatred of cats. “Why is he at your place?”

“Shes at her cousins wedding this week.” Tom pouted. “I told her I’d watch the furry bastard.”

“How’s that going?” Harry smiled teasingly, already having an idea of how it was going. Before Tom could answer, Oatmeal walked in front of his phone and knocked it down with his tail. He let out a proud purr as Tom picked his phone back up.

“Shut up!” He shrieked. “I’m on the phone!”

“Tom! Stop yelling at the cat.” Harry snapped his fingers at Tom. “I asked you how it was going.”

Tom tore his eyes away from Oatmeal, who had made himself comfortable in one of Tom’s desk drawers.

“Not great, man.” Tom shook his head. “Not great.”

Monday

“I’m home.” Tom announced as he walked into his front door. “Did you kill any children and eat their souls while I was gone?”

Oatmeal didn’t come to the door right away like a dog would, making Tom worry briefly. He set his grocery bags down and knelt to the ground, patting his thighs the way he would do to call Tessa. It’s not that Tom was dying to see him, he just didn’t want to be the guy who lost his girlfriends cat. Much to his relief, Oatmeal appeared from around the corner, the bell around his neck jingling.

“There you are.” Tom sighed as he stood up. “You look like shit.”

Oatmeal hissed and pranced over to the couch, stretching out his limbs in a sunbeam before laying down. As his body his the couch, tufts of hair flew into the air. Tom’s eyes widened in surprise before running over to the couch to investigate. Even though it had been less than a day, Oatmeal had managed to get his fur all over the couch.

“Excuse me? What is this?” Tom demanded as he picked up some fur between his fingers. Oatmeal rolled onto his side and stared at Tom with unblinking eyes.

“What did I say about shedding? You think this is some brothel that you can defile with your fur? It’s not.” Tom snapped, stomping over to the hall closet to get the vacuum. He plugged it into the wall, shooting angry glared at Oatmeal every few seconds.

“Unbelievable.” Tom pretended to gag as he vacuumed up the hair. “You disgust me.”

Oatmeal flicked his tail back and forth, causing the fur Tom had missed to float into the air. Tom shook his fist at the cat before getting his food out and putting it in the bowl.

“I’m taking a shower.” He grumbled as he rinsed his hands. “Eat your damn food.”

Tuesday

“Oatmeal? Come in here.”

Tom stood with his hands on his hips, impatiently tapping his foot as he waited for the damned cat to come. When he didn’t show, Tom balled his fists in frustration and let out a silent scream.

“Oh my God. SPSPSPSPS.” Tom yelled, spit flying from his mouth as he called the cat once again. Oatmeal waltzed into the room, taking his sweet time to get to where Tom was.

“Do you want to explain to me what this is?” Tom asked angrily as he pointed to the surprise Oatmeal had left on the floor while he was working out. Oatmeal sat down and tilted his head at Tom, daring him to raise his voice.

“You’ve done it.” Tom nodded as he tightened his lips into a line. “You’ve shit on my floor.”

Oatmeal purred before turning his attention to his paw, loudly cleaning it to show Tom he had no shame.

“The disrespect you’ve shown for my hard wood is astounding.” Tom pointed a finger at him. “You’re a fiend. A sneaky, fatass little fiend.”

Oatmeal looked towards the kitchen table and meowed before looking back at Tom. He shook his body out, fur flying everywhere and settling in the air.

“Why must you insult me in this way? Why wouldn’t you go in your-“ Tom cut himself off when he looked at the litter box, still on the kitchen table where he left it. So that was what Oatmeal had been looking at.

“Oh. I told you not to put your feet on the table.” Tom realized the cat had listened to him after all. Oatmeal had pooped on the floor, but only because Tom failed to put the litter box down. Oatmeal let out a quiet meow and walked over to Tom, hitting his leg with his tail.

“No, I get it.” Tom sighed as he went to get cleaning supplies. “We were both at fault. I mean, I wasn’t the one who shit on the floor, but we both made a mistake.”

Oatmeal circled Tom’s body before taking a seat at his feet, peering up at him with wide eyes. Tom felt guilty as he looked at the animal, knowing he could never understand that he was sorry for yelling at him. He walked to the table and got the litter box, setting it down where Oatmeal could access it.

“Here.” He said softly. “Sorry about that.”

Oatmeal walked over to the box and looked up at Tom, giving Tom the impression that he was forgiven. But of course, Oatmeal still had a cold side. He hissed viciously at Tom before stepping into the littler box.

“Fine.” Tom scoffed. “I’m not sorry.”

Your cat and your boyfriend stared at each other for a long time, neither wanting to be the one to leave. That was a sign of weakness, and they were both determined to dominate the other.

“I’m getting frozen yogurt.” Tom said suddenly, unable to take the tension any longer. He grabbed his keys and left without another word.

Less than an hour later, Tom returned home with a ring of chocolate frozen yogurt around his mouth. He locked the front door and turned his light on, jumping when he saw Oatmeal sitting in the middle of the floor with a vacant stare.

“Jesus. Warn a guy, would you?” Tom rolled his eyes as he held a hand over his heart. “You could’ve given me a heart attack.”

Oatmeal stayed silent as Tom put his keys in the bowl by the door, his eyes following Tom’s every move.

“Yeah, you would’ve liked that, wouldn’t you?” Tom narrowed his eyes at Oatmeal before washing his hands in the kitchen sink. Oatmeal let out a loud hiss, making Tom jump out of his skin. He had crossed the room to get to Tom, all without making a sound, and sat himself at his feet. Tom stumbled back, only stopping when his back hit the wall. His heart pounded in his ears from the scare, and if he didn’t know any better, he could’ve sworn Oatmeal was laughing at him. Not wanting to show weakness, Tom quickly collected himself and stood up straight.

“Alright listen here you little bitch.” Tom snapped. “I don’t like you. And if I wasn’t seriously in love with your owner, I would microwave you. I would put you in the microwave and watch you rotate just like them damn rotisserie chickens until you blew up. And then I would set the microwave on fire.”

Oatmeal let out a long meow, sounding insulted by Tom’s words. His eyes softened upon hearing the hurt in the cats voice, fixing his body language to not look as menacing.

“Okay I wouldn’t do all that, but I would drive out to a really far place and leave you there. And that’s basically the same thing.” Tom shouted as he folded his arms. Oatmeal dragged his paw behind his ear and purred, taking no interest in Tom or his threats.

“Shut the fuck up.” Tom hissed. Oatmeal hissed back and swiped a paw at Tom.

“I’ll shave you.” Tom threaten as he backed away. “I will shave you bare.”

Oatmeal continued to advance on him, backing the actor into a corner.

“You don’t think I’d do it?” Tom asked with a shaky voice. “I’ll get the buzzer right now. Do you know how ugly you’ll look?”

Oatmeal stopped in his place and sat down, leaning back on his front paws to stretch.

“That’s right.” Tom laughed sharply. “You’ll look like an uncooked chicken breast. Fuck you.”

Oatmeal watched Tom curiously as he left the room, satisfied with how the conversation went.

Wednesday

Tom sat at his kitchen island, slowing sipping his fourth glass of wine. It had gotten to the point in the week where he missed you too much to do much of anything, which resulted him getting drunk early in the day. He had been locked in a staring contest with Oatmeal for quite some time, never breaking eye contact as he poured his next glass.

“What are you looking at?” Tom slurred as he brought the wine glass to his lips. Oatmeal said nothing, blinking slowly at Tom as he drank.

“So what?” Tom shrugged. “My girlfriend is gone. I can get drunk at 2 pm.”

Oatmeal tilted his head to the side, something Tom was growing to resent.

“How dare you judge me?” He spoke slowly, heavily intoxicated now. “You’re not even wearing clothes.”

Oatmeal let out a soft meow, making a smile tug at Toms lips.

“Heh heh.” He chuckled as he took another sip. “Imagine that? You’d look pretty stupid in clothes.”

Oatmeal took a few steps toward Tom, sweetly purring as he rubbed himself against Toms legs.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to call you stupid.” Tom said softly. “If anyone’s stupid, it’s me. I should’ve gone with Y/n. I miss her so much.”

Oatmeal peered up at Tom with kind eyes, the first docile interaction between them.

“Yeah.” Tom smiled as reached down to scratch his ears. “Me too.”

Oatmeal jumped onto the chair, and then into Toms lap, nuzzling himself against his neck. Tom happily stroked his soft fur, liking this newfound civility between them.

“This is gonna sound crazy, but what can I say? I’m a crazy guy.” Tom laughed heartily. “Do you want to drink with me? Do you just wanna go crazy and drink away the day?”

Oatmeal looked up at Tom and meowed, making Tom smile.

“Hell yeah!” He cheered. He picked Oatmeal up with one hand and grabbed the wine bottle with the other. After setting Oatmeal down on the ground, he poured wine into his water bowl.

“Wine is for cats! Wine is for people! Wine is for people and cats and people.” Tom sang happily. Oatmeal purred as he watched Tom, curious about the unknown liquid in his bowl.

“Thats right.” Tom agreed. “It’s also for church.”

Oatmeal sniffed the wine and pulled away, the sour smell sending a shiver through his body. He waltzed over to a sunbeam that was lighting up the floor and laid down, letting the sun warm his body. Tom stared at him for a moment before shrugging and laying down beside the cat.

“Do you believe in God?” Tom asked as he looked over at him. Oatmeal let out a small meow, to which Tom raised his eyebrows.

“You’re crazy, man.” Tom shook his head and patted his chest. “You’re a crazy dude.”

He laid in the sun with Oatmeal in silence for a moment, taking in the warmth from the floor.

“It’s so warm down here.” Tom sighed in content. “It’s like a hug from the sun.”

Oatmeal swatted his tail towards Tom, making Tom smile. Tom reaching over and rubbed Oatmeal’s tummy, his attention diverting to the bell on his collar. He took it between his fingers and saw your name and address engraved on it, sighing again as he was reminded about how much he missed you.

“I have to tell you man, I love her so much.” Tom pouted wistfully. “Y/n is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Tom smiled as Oatmeal purred in understanding.

“You want another drink you crazy bastard?” He asked the cat as he got off the floor. He poured some wine into his glass, and then some into Oatmeal’s already full bowl.

“Me too, man. Me too.” Tom said as he took another sip and got back on the floor.

“You know, Oatmeal isn’t that bad of a name. I can see why she named you that, though.” Tom thought out loud as he stroked the cats fur. “You’re the exact color of her favorite kind. The maple brown sugar one, you know? She gets so excited in the winter when it’s one sale. I’ve seen her clear a whole shelf into her shopping cart. And then she sits down at the table when her hair is still messy and lets it warm her up. She puts her little spoon in it and blows on it even though it’s never that hot. She’s so cute, man. I love her so much. I could watch her eat oatmeal everyday.”

Oatmeal purred as he rubbed his head against Toms hand.

“I know.” Tom chuckled. “We really are lucky.”

Tom situated himself into a more comfortable position on the floor and held his hand up, letting the sun rays shine through his fingers and illuminate the cat hair in the air.

“I gotta say, you’re really onto something with this whole napping in sunbeams deal.” Tom commented. “I’m quite enjoying this.”

Tom was too busy drinking on the floor to hear his front door open. You set your bags down and went into the living room, smiling in confusion when you saw your boyfriend and your cat on the ground.

“Tom?” You laughed at the sight. “I’m home.”

Toms eyes widened as he sprang off the floor, the wine in his glass sloshing around as he stood up.

“It was his idea!” He exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at your cat.

“Oh really?” You humored him. “What are you guys doing?”

“We…sunbeam.” Tom explained as he weakly pointed at the sunbeam, still too drunk to form a real sentence.

“I see.” You chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You placed a welcomed kiss to his lips, immediately tasting the bitter wine.

“Are you drunk?” You asked as you finally noticed the wine glass in his hand.

“Maybe.” Tom giggled as he struggled to stand up straight.

“Never mind that.” Your eyes shifted to Oatmeal and the vacant spot next to him that your boyfriend previously inhabited. “Were you just…cuddling my cat?”

“No.” Tom said quickly. “We were both laying there and you happened to walk in during the brief moment we touched. That’s all.”

“Why were you on the floor?” You questioned as you took the wine glass from his hand and took a sip. Tom opened his mouth but found no words coming out, opting to change the subject instead.

“Come here!” He smiled as he pulled you in for a long hug. “I missed you. Tell me all about your trip.”

“I picked up food from your favorite restaurant. Let’s eat and I’ll tell you everything.” You suggested as you pulled away.

“That sounds perfect.” He sighed, suddenly realizing how hungry he was. “I’m starved.”

You pulled him in for another kiss before bending down to greet your cat.

“Hello baby.” You cooed as you scratched behind Oatmeal’s ears. “Were you a good boy for Tom?”

“He was all right.” Tom shrugged, sending a wink to the cat. “Nothing to report.”

“You spend all that time whining about watching him but you have nothing to report?” You asked skeptically as you stood back up.

“It was pretty mellow.” Tom said dismissively, not wanting to get into the multiple fights they had. You squinted at Tom as if you didn’t believe him and folded your arms.

“Hm. Maybe he did put that hex on you after all.” You teased. “I’m gonna change real quick and move my bags.”

“Okay. I missed you.” Tom pulled you by the hand and kissed you again before you could leave the room.

“I missed you more.” You gave him another quick kiss and grimaced. “You taste like alcohol.”

“I’ll set the table, princess.” He called after you as you walked towards his bedroom.

“Thank you!” You called back.

Tom got to work setting the table and putting the bag of food near the place settings. You came back in no time in one of his large T-shirts and a pair of his boxers. Tom smiled softly, always happy to see you in his clothing.

“You look comfy.” He commented as he pulled you towards him by the waist.

“I am.” You hummed. “That was such a long flight. I don’t know why I wore jeans.”

“Well at least you’re home now. I couldn’t handle us being apart for another day.” He pouted while resting his forehead against yours.

“Me either.” You smiled at him until your eyes shifted to the wall behind him, noticing something strange right away.

“Tom?” You asked as you pulled your head back.

“Yes, love?” He answered, obviously to the concerned look on your face.

“Why is there wine in Oatmeal’s food bowl?”

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[jinkicake]

Now or Never

Ushijima and his deadpan reactions are going to be the death of you.

Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

For @dontfuckwpigeons !!! I hope you like it!!! Omg I accidentally posted this earlier while I was trying to save it,, sorry for anyone who saw the rough draft of this.... this is humiliating. Umm, yeah this is another reader and Oikawa friendship pairing with a sprinkle of Iwaoi because you know...  If I had to choose a best friend from the haikyuu clowns it would be Oikawa. This is kinda like a college au, heheh >:-)

SEMI-SMUTTY // NSFW

WC- 1,476

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“Every fucking time I dress up for him, you know what he says to me?” You snap as you continue to furiously stir your drink. Oikawa simply glances up at you from behind his sunglasses, his hangover still railing him. “Looks good.” You purposely lower your voice to try and match Ushijima’s before puffing your cheeks out in relation.

“Does he still fuck you afterward?” Oikawa asks uninterestedly, drinking from his iced coffee as he palms his temples. Damn you for getting him up so early on a Sunday.

“Yes.” You scoff and Oikawa shrugs in response. “I still want a better response though, I want to know what he likes because I want to see him ‘oh’.”

“See him, ‘oh’?” The brunette tilts his head in confusion and you open your mouth like a gasp.

“Oh,” You explain and point to your face, Oikawa simply blinks.

“Oh? Oh.” He nods in understanding and you down your drink in one go. “Here’s an idea (Y/N), why don’t you just ask him how he feels about your little outfits?” Oikawa’s nose scrunches up in disgust at the thought of Ushijima’s ‘oh’.

“I want to catch him off gaurd Tooru! I want that seductive power!” You slam your fist onto the table and Oikawa lets out a groan, the loud noise catching him by surprise. “I am going to tell you every reaction he had for the last four ‘outfits’ I bought him.” You bend your index and middle finger as you quote the word outfit.

“Where do you have the money for this shit?” Oikawa throws back and you shrug innocently. “I swear if you skip buying meals and shit for this-“

“I would never!” You scoff and Oikawa simply raises a brow at you. “Anyway! There I was in the cutest baby pink bodysuit and I walk into his bedroom and Ushijima glances at me. That’s it, he looks at me and tilts his head like a stupid little puppy and simply blinks. I can’t even be mad at him because he is so cute!”

Throughout your entire rant Oikawa simply stares up at the ceiling, mentally trying to figure out how you got him to leave his beautiful bed to talk about Ushijima. Oikawa has to refrain from making a face. The setter comes to the conclusion that the world hates him, that is why this is happening to him.

“And then I tried a black bustier with lace and thigh highs and he didn’t say anything again! He still had that neutral unbreaking expression on his face, though he did fuck me into next week like he genuinely rearranged my guts-“

Oikawa starts tuning you out again and instead focuses on his drink as he tries to picture the outfits you’re talking about. How is he supposed to know what a bustier is? Would Iwaizumi like it if he wore something like that? Oikawa knows he would very much like it if his boyfriend wore something like that, it would definitely complement his power bottom nights-

“The last outfit I tried was a corset, I mean I also wore a thong one time for him but does that even count? And guess what reaction I got?”

Oikawa gasps in fake interest.

“The same expression he always has on?” He asks and you nod your head.

“Yes! Does he think I’m trying too hard, oh what if Ushijima doesn’t like it and doesn’t have the heart to tell me?” You continue to worry out loud, mostly to yourself, and Oikawa glances out the coffee shop window.

The springtime really is pretty especially with the cherry blossoms. Maybe he should force Matsukawa to go hiking or go explore a waterfall or something. What is Matsukawa even doing this week, studying for his midterms? Lame, Oikawa notes that out of all of his friends, you’re the only one who will go drinking with him on Tuesday until you’re both puking in his bathroom.

A strong, beautiful friendship.

“Is he going to break up with me? What if he-“

“(Y/N).” Oikawa finally has enough, he grabs your hands in his and squeezes them hard. “Ushijima is not going to break up with you. You really shouldn’t be worrying this much and if it really bothers you, you need to tell him!” Oikawa scolds, not before he nearly gags on Ushijima’s name.

“Clearly, he really likes what you are wearing even if he doesn’t say it. Judging by your, you know,” He points at your neck with a grimace on his face, you didn’t even bother to cover anything up. You nervously pick at the collar of the hoodie you have on, bringing it up to your chin. “He probably just has a different love language. You and I need words and our significant others simply don’t have the words. It’s okay!”

“You’re right, Tooru!” You gush and Oikawa flips his hair.

“As I always am,”

“I am going to go buy another outfit! And if he doesn’t say anything then I will force him to!” You stand up from your chair and Oikawa swirls his drink in his hand.

“Not what I really said but the thought is there,” He mutters into his straw and you stare at him like you are waiting for him to follow you.

“Do you want to come with me?” At your question, Oikawa stares at you in confusion. To put it simply, hell no.

No, Oikawa doesn’t want to ruin his Sunday by going shopping for Ushiwaka. He simply refuses, he won’t. However, as he continues to stare at you, he figures he would be able to get dinner out of it.

“Sure, you’re buying me food though.” He subtly drops and stands up from his chair, you grab his wrist and proceed to drag him out of the coffee shop.

“I will gladly feed you, Tooru!”

~

Okay, you can do it, you can do it. You stare at yourself in the mirror hanging in Ushijima’s bathroom, the neutral color of the outfit compliments your skin gorgeously. The sheer material falls gracefully over your shoulders, falling like a robe, and this you know will get him. You glance away from the mirror because you know if you stare for too long you will psych yourself out.

Instead, you swallow all your nerves and roll your shoulders back confidently.

Now or never.

You push open the bathroom door and walk into the living room, already knowing that Ushijima is sitting comfortably on the couch. He doesn’t glance up when you walk in, obviously, your arrival wasn’t loud enough.

“Wakatoshi~” You coo and walk up to him, you stand at the edge of the couch and Ushijima slow looks up at you. His eyes run all over your body before landing on your face, your breath hitches when you notice his lips parted slightly agape. “Do you like it?” You ask, your excitement getting the best of you.

“Yes,” Ushijima tells you and that is all he says. You place your hands on his shoulders and blink at him.

“That’s all you have to say?” You press and narrow your eyes, Ushijima simply nods.

Much to his surprise, you push him back against the couch. You sit down directly onto his lap and keep your palms flat against his chest to hold him against the piece of furniture. Ushijima could easily get up, easily sit up even with you on top of him but he lets you continue instead.

“You don’t like it.” You state sadly and Ushijima shakes his head.

“No, I do like it. I love everything you wear.” He compliments and runs his large hands up and down your sides, his pants growing tight at the feeling of the material under his palms.

“Why don’t you ever say that then?” Your insecurity gets the best of you and you are unable to look at him anymore. Ushijima notices your pout with a heavy heart.

“I do not want you to feel as if you have to dress up for me,” Ushijima confesses and you snap your eyes back to him, he continues to stare at your outfit. “I want you to dress up because you want to, not for me.”

Deep in your mind, you can hear Oikawa screaming at you from across the city. His ‘I told you so’ rings loudly in your ears. You push those thoughts to the back of your head and instead stare down at Ushijima with a soft smile on your face.

“I’m sorry for getting upset,” You apologize and gently cup his jaw, running your thumb along his bottom lip.

“I should have said more, I apologize.” Ushijima sighs deeply with regret and you lean forward to press your chest to his.

“You can make it up to me,” The flirtatious response cheekily leaves your lips and Ushijima can’t take his eyes off of your smirk.

“Yeah?” He breathes and you ghost your lips over his.

“Yeah."

~ Taglist.

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[yacoka]

FIFTY FIRST DATES, AND THE FIRST REAL ONE

──⊱ for my one and only, wee to my woo, love of my life — @doughnuts-5ever

pairing — kuroo tetsurou x reader

genre — angst but it ends very fluffily i swear on my doggie socks

beta(s) — @sugasugawarau @taiyaki 

kisses — hello i am,,, not back,, but here's a little thing that i did for my cow and it might as well be a valentine's day fic bc why not xoxo see y'all in a few days (psps sorry to everyone to has messaged me on discord or here or anything, i haven't been on tumblr or discord in a bit i'll be back sOON)

You sat at the dinner table, staring down at the meal laid out before you. It was by far the best thing you had ever tasted, and yet, it was bland. So, so bland and bitter, that you hated it. Nevermind that it was your favorite dish made by your mother the other day, nevermind that you always loved it better as leftovers. It tasted bland and bitter, and you couldn’t help but wish what he was eating tonight was too.

It was pathetically selfish of you - you knew. But how could you not feel that way when the man you loved was out on a date with some stranger he met on the internet? He had left the house in a burgundy button up that looked like it was made for him, paired with black slacks that made him look like it should be illegal for him to be out in the streets without a warning sign.

It was his first attempt at online dating after having miserably failed at picking up girls from school. And now here he was, out with some chick with a name you could barely pronounce, and the stereotypical description of her bubbly personality that loved nature and volunteered at the animal shelter. Oh, and lets not forget, she’s a gemini!

You rolled your eyes, stabbing your fork into the now cold dish. Stupid boy, with his stupid date, with that stupid red shirt, and with his stupid personality.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. That’s what you were for falling in love with a boy who never saw you for more than another pity project, the pathetic little thing that needed friends but never had any guts to make one until he came along.

You picked up the container of food and stalked over to the bin, dropping its contents into it. You weren’t going to eat it anyways, especially not after how you had  massacred it.

After you left the dirty container in the sink, you flopped onto the couch, sighing heavily as you sank into the worn sofa. It smelled like Kuroo’s body soap, though from the amount of time he’s spent lying on this couch, it was to be expected.

You leaned forward, hand outstretched for the remote. Just a little further, a little more-

The door slammed open and you lurched forward, landing on the ground with a thud.

“It was horrible. She came into the restaurant and she looked amazing, but then we started talking and oh god, I don’t think I can be with someone who thinks that only the rich should be allowed to do whatever they want just because they’re rich.”

“Well hello to you too, Kuroo,” you grumbled from your spot on the floor, flipping yourself over to face the ceiling.

He jumped over the sofa arm, landing perfectly on it like he always does.

“I mean, how can I accept that? That’s just morally wrong and if her basic morals are wrong, what about other more important things? I walked out right after that, that doesn’t make me an asshole right?” His head popped out, brown eyes staring down at you. The cologne he wore tonight drifted down, washing over you and clouding your mind with its deliciously warm and thick and-

“I mean I did pay for the meal before I left,” he mutters, dropping his head onto the cushion, voice muffled slightly by it. “So it counters the fact that I left, right?”

The sigh that begs to pull its way out is caught by you, stuffed into the depths of your stomach in exchange for a soft pat on his head and words you know he wants to hear.

“No, you’re not an asshole. Maybe that was an asshole move, but that doesn’t make you one. Besides, her lack of a moral compass cancels out any asshole you might’ve been.” You combed through his hair, drawing it out of the careful style he had forced his bed head into. “This hairstyle though? It makes you look like an extreme asshole.”

Kuroo scoffed indignantly and his head popped back over the edge once more, brown eyes glaring at you. “I worked hard on this!”

“Doesn’t make you look any less of an ass.”

“The date was incredible.” He sighed dreamily, leaning against the counter with his chin in his hand. The temptation to throw your fork at him increased, and it took every sane cell in your body to set it down on the table instead, albeit rougher than you intended.

If Kuroo noticed your intensity, he didn’t mention it, instead continuing on to sigh and gush about the wonderful date he had last night with this amazing woman at this delicious place.

For someone who was incredibly perceptive, he could be incredibly dense as well. You wonder at his obliviousness to your feelings, to the poorly concealed hurt that peeked through in every little move of your body.

All you wanted to do was scream at him, to wake up, open his eyes, and see you.

You, who had been there since the beginning, who had watched him grow from the shy, introverted kid to this cunning, charismatic man who excelled and went beyond what had been expected of him. You, who had seen him at his worst, and still stayed, patching him up and helping him to his feet. You, who knew who he was to the core, every detail, every fact about him.

But it seemed he didn’t know you as well.

“That’s great,” you interrupt him. He glanced at you, surprised by your abruptness. “I gotta go get some work done, I’ll talk to you tomorrow morning.”

“Wait, did I do something wrong?” He called after your retreating back. “Hey, I’m sorry if I pissed you off.”

“No, it’s nothing!” You slammed the door shut, slumping against it. God, you were a fool to have fallen for an idiot. Dashing away the burning tears that slip down your cheeks, you gathered just enough strength to crawl beneath onto your bed and beneath the covers.

The cat plushie he got you a long time ago sits at the bottom of your bed, staring at you. You glared at it, before giving in and grabbing it, tucking it into your chest. Stupid Kuroo with his stupid face and this stupid cat. You hate him so much.

(No, you don’t, you really don’t. And it hurts so much more to know that.)

You’re back here once more, glaring daggers at the clock. The slow ticking of the hands pisses you off, every second gone is a second more Kuroo’s out there, with another girl, on another date. With the number of bad first dates he’s gone one, you’d think he’d give up. But no, this man was persistent, and he wanted to “experience life!”

Well, he was going to experience death soon if he didn’t come back home soon. Your vigil continued, all the way till three am where you gave up and went to bed, your exhaustion outweighing your annoyance and worry. He’s a grown man, there was no need to worry about him.

Honestly, you didn’t know how you got here. To this suffocating silence that rested upon your chest, pinning you down as you listened to the sounds of cars rushing past and the occasional laughter that seeped through the walls. To where you spent your nights alone in your shared apartment, waiting for Kuroo to come home from yet another date. Like some married person waiting on their cheating husband, you smiled bitterly at the ceiling.

Only you weren’t married to him, and you certainly weren't his anything.

If only you were less of a fool, you might’ve moved on long ago. Maybe you might have even found someone who might be just as in love with you as you were with them. You might have already been in a happy relationship, going out on dates, spending your nights with them, being loved. But you were a fool, a fool in love with another fool.

So you continued to lie there, the infinite weight of your one-sided love pressing you into the ground, holding you prisoner to Kuroo Tetsurou.

“Hey, do you wanna go get dinner?” Kuroo called out. “There’s nothing left in the fridge, maybe we could get groceries after.”

You ignored him, focusing on the dimly lit screen of your phone. There hadn't been a proper conversation with him in a while, and you were content to leave it that way if only it meant you didn’t have to hear about his dates with those seemingly perfect women and their seemingly perfect food.

Kuroo called out once more, and you burrowed beneath the blanket, curling up into a ball.

No, you did not want to get dinner with the man you’re so desperately in love with it almost hurts to even breathe in his presence.

The door creaked open, and you could see his shadow stretch out across your bedroom floor, casting its shape upon your walls. It took everything in you to tear your eyes away from it and back onto your phone, though it lingered in your peripheral, taunting you with the way it twisted and leaned closer to you, the scent of his cologne growing stronger by the second, until it almost felt like he wa-

“Why are you ignoring me?” Kuroo whined into your ear as he draped his body over yours, strands of inky hair tickling your cheek.

“Ku-roo-” you gasped out, fighting to twist your body out from under him. “Can’t- bre-breathe.”

He groaned into your ear, dropping even more pressure down. “Don’t care, you ignored me.” He sulked as he burrowed his head into the crook of your neck.

A blind kick to his legs has him flopping off you, spread eagle on your too tiny bed.

“You’re too heavy to be pulling this crap,” you snapped at him.

“And you’re too old to be ignoring me when something’s wrong,” he shot back just as fast, and you were left stunned. To be fair, you should have expected it, Kuroo being one of the most perceptive people you’ve ever met.

(Not perceptive enough to see the deep feelings you harbored for him though.)

“So what’s wrong?”

‘Everything,’ you wanted to scream. ‘You, those stupid dates, my feelings, every god damned thing on earth.’

Instead, what came out was: “I’m just stressed. Work, you know?” You shot him an unconvincing smile.

Kuroo frowned, his lips pinching as he stared at you. He knew better than to push you though, and settled with a curt nod, a forced smile slipping onto his face. “So…. dinner?”

You sighed in exasperation, and let him yank you up and out of bed. The way his stiff smile melted into an easy, fond one was enough to wash away your hesitance, and temporarily dam up the river of doubts that threatened to drown you.

Just for tonight, you’ll enjoy his presence, before he gets caught up in another’s embrace.

(You let yourself get swept up in him again, chasing after the ebb of his warmth when his encompassing presence surges away from you. But you find that you don’t really mind drowning in him, not when the peak of the surf reveals such beautiful sights in the form of lazy smirks and sly hazel eyes.)

It’s another failed date that sends him home in a fitted suit, one that you had turned your nose up at. Kuroo doesn’t understand what’s going wrong, why he never felt like the date was right. The people he had gone on dates with were nothing short of amazing, with the exception of a few. But they just lacked… something. And so he always leaves them with a grateful goodbye and an apologetic smile, returning home to the apartment he shared with you alone.

He’s spent nights and days trying to convince himself that they were an ideal candidate to date, listing out their positive notes to you, and somehow he can’t seem to find the thing that made him just click with them. It’s bordering on frustrating, really, and Kuroo is more than ready to relieve some of the building tension in his body by hanging out with you.

His entrance home is muffled by the sounds of music blasting through the apartment, and it’s a wonder the neighbours haven’t complained yet. He’s about to call out for you as he drops keys on the coffee table, one hand loosening his tie when he catches sight of you dancing in the kitchen.

And everything clicks in place.

It’s a stunning clarity that leaves him reeling, and he wonders how he could have missed it in the first place. It’s a simple truth: Kuroo Tetsurou was completely, utterly, irrevocably in love with you. And it only took him fifty bad first dates to realize that the only person he wanted to go on a date with was you.

Objectively speaking, you look like a complete mess, but to him, the sight of you twirling around in sock clad feet in an oversized shirt with a lame chemistry joke printed across it was infinitely better than any of the people he had gone on dates with. You’re absolutely perfect to him, yelling out lyrics to a song that’s blasting at full volume from the living room.

There isn’t a moment’s hesitation as he surges forward, a force tugging him to you. And like just like two opposing magnets, you spin around just in time for him to collide into you, his head hazy as his mouth crashes down upon yours.

You taste of leftover pizza and something sweet, and he thinks it might be the best damn thing he’s ever tasted. The shocked gasp that escapes you is swallowed by Kuroo as he deepens the kiss, arms winding around you to pull you impossibly closer. And he isn’t sure why he’s so surprised when you reciprocate the kiss, melting into him as your hands grip the lapels of his blazer.

It feels like an eternity spent wrapped around each other, the beat of the music matching the rhythm of your hearts, and the warmth of each other.

Kuroo pulls away first, only because rationality comes sinking back into his muddled brain, and there’s a brief moment of panic when he stares down at your flushed face, lips swollen from his sudden attack. But the absolute relief and love in your eyes has him calming down, and the soft peck you deliver next settles those doubts.

“It’s been you all this while,” his voice cracks, and he winces. “You’re my best friend, and I’m in love with you.”

The smile that breaks out across your face is everything he’s been looking for, and he feels like a fool for being so blind. You’re everything he’s wanted, and everything he’s needed.

“I’m in love with you.” He repeats louder, an incredulous laugh bubbling out of him. “I’m in love with you!”

“I’m in love with you too!” You yell back, and in his excitement, he can’t help but twirl you around, and you burst into giggles. There isn’t a better sound in the world than this, he thinks.

“Be mine.” He catches you by the shoulders, face alight with adoration.

“I’ve been yours for a long time now.” Your answer fills him with a rush of delight and guilt, and he’s ready to spill apologies and promises to make it up to you when you yank on his tie hard, pulling him into another kiss. Every unspoken word, every drop of emotion that has ever begged to be exchanged between you two is said with a simple kiss.

Kuroo thanks the heavens for you, for blessing his life with someone who is more than he deserves. The weight of you in his arms is a comforting pressure, and there he has his last first date, at the beginning of a new chapter in the story of him and you, eating leftovers and dancing to songs of your childhood.

He’s in love with you, and you are with him too.

#kuroo testsuro #kuroo x reader #haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader

[angryinternetduck]

A Clean Break

Exactly 1890 words on a relationship with a deadline, a second chance, and a dog named Noodle. 

“You promised,” Harry murmured. “I know,” you laughed dryly, turning away from him as a tear slipped down your cheek. You sniffled, running a hand over your face. “I know,” you repeated quietly. “I’m sorry.” 

He sighed, putting his hands on your shoulders and kissing your cheek softly from behind you. “You promised you wouldn’t cry,” he mumbled, and you could hear him holding back tears as well. “So did you,” you told him, nudging him gently. 

“I have to go,” he said after a second, as if daring you to tell him not to. 

You wanted to. 

You wanted to tell him to stay, that your deal you’d worked out three months ago wasn’t valid anymore, that everything was different now. You’d had no idea how much you’d fall for him in just a few months. 

But you didn’t. 

Instead, you whispered, “I know.” 

He still didn’t move. “I’m gonna miss the car.” 

You cleared your throat, nodding your head slightly. “I know,” you repeated, turning around and then almost shivering without the warmth of his hands on your shoulders. “You should -” Your voice broke, and you had to look away from him. “You should go,” you said. 

He spun a ring around his finger, but didn’t move. “I’d stay if I could,” he told you, and you heaved a breath, looking down at the floor. “I know,” you said, again. He frowned, biting his lip. He shifted forward, like he was going to touch you, but then pulled back. 

Your heart broke, again, and he said, “I’ve just… I don’t think long distance would work for me.” You nodded, still unable to meet his gaze, and he rambled on. “Especially with… Just with tour, it’s difficult, you know?” 

You nodded. 

“It’s better to… to have a clean break…” His voice had dropped to a whisper, and you could hear him begging, begging you to read between the lines, to tell him to stay. “I know,” you mumbled, staring at the floor. 

A beat of silence, and you felt his eyes on you, and you knew you’d crack, tell him to stay, if you looked up. “I’ll write,” he finally said, and you squeezed your eyes shut, because tears were brimming again. “We can still be friends, petal, and we can write, and -” 

“Don’t,” you interrupted, looking up. His face fell. “Clean break,” you said, repeating his words from seconds before, the words you’d agreed on three months ago, the words that had echoed around your head for weeks after you realized this was a lot more than just a little crush. 

“Clean break,” he whispered, looking like a kicked puppy. 

You managed a weak smile, reaching out and ghosting your fingers against his hand. You couldn’t bring yourself to actually touch him. “Just, uh… Just don’t forget me, yeah, Styles?” It was then that he broke eye contact, as if your ability to be almost nonchalant was somehow worse than your tears. 

It probably was. 

“I won’t,” he said. His gaze flicked to yours and away again. “I can’t.” 

“Good,” you said. 

And then, abruptly, he pulled you in for a hug. 

He was warm, his arms firm against your body, his breath soft against your ear when he spoke, so quiet you could barely hear him. “I’ll always love you,” he said, and before you could reply, he was out the door. 

***

The first three days were torture, the first three weeks pure pain. The next two months were numb, the next like a breath of fresh air. By the sixth month anniversary of your break up, the only times you’re thinking of Harry Styles are the odd tabloid and the even odder reminder of him in your closet, or the pictures on your phone. 

You haven’t dated anyone since, but you’re telling yourself it’s because you haven’t found anybody right. It’s not because of him. Of course it’s not because of him; that was six months ago. You’re a new person now. 

Harry Styles? Who’s he? 

“Some boybander from twenty years ago,” you giggle to your friend, a glass of wine dangling from your fingers as you lounge back on your couch. Your phone is up against your ear, the rain calming as it splatters against your windows and thunder rolls through the clouds. 

“Must have been forty years,” your friend replies. “Jesus - what was his band? N’Sync?” 

“Bye, Bye, Bye, baby,” you laugh, and then you sigh when you hear three sharp raps against your door. “It’s… eight o’clock,” you groan to your friend, debating how bad it would be if you just ignored it even as you drag yourself up from your couch. “And it’s pouring. Who could possibly be knocking?” 

“Probably just a package,” she tells you, and you hear a clink as she refills her glass. You sigh again. “I didn’t order anything,” you grumble to her, not bothering to look through the peephole before opening the door. “I’m too -” 

You pause, mid sentence, gaping like a fish as you stare at the guy on your doorstep. 

“Speak of the devil,” you breathe, and your friend scoffs. 

“What?” she laughs. “You’re jo-” 

“I’m gonna call you back,” you say, not taking your eyes off of Harry.

Your hand drops to your side, slipping your phone back into your pocket, and you think vaguely that you never hung up. “It’s raining,” you say dumbly. He nods. “Yeah,” he says, and you realize he’s trembling. 

“Holy shit,” you say, stepping backwards, “it’s - it’s fucking - it’s pouring… It’s pouring, H, what the fuck are you doing here? Are you insane?” He steps inside, the screen door banging shut behind him, and says, “Probably.”

 “Jesus Christ, you’re gonna…” You blink, unsure of what to do, just staring at him drip all over your floor. “You’re making a mess,” you say, and he whispers, “Yeah.” A second of silence, and then your mind spins into action. 

“You’re gonna get sick,” you mumble, darting into the bathroom to grab towels. You’re back in a second, peeling off his jacket and tossing it onto a hook near the door and shoving a towel into his hands. 

He dries off his hair, and you’re staring, and then you duck into the kitchen and start a pot of tea. “It’s fucking freezing,” you murmur, hearing him step into the room behind you. His shoes are off, hands fidgeting with the towel still in his hands. 

Silence lingers for a moment as the kettle boils and steam rises, mesmerizing the two of you. “It’s been, erm… it’s been a while,” he says from the table when the kettle sings and you’re pouring tea. You shrug. “Well,” you say. He bites his lip, fingers wrapped around his cup. 

“You look good,” he says. 

“Thanks,” you say back, sitting down across from him with a cup of your own. The responding compliment hovers on your tongue, and even though it’s true, even though he does look better, looks better than you do, you look into your tea instead and wait for him to talk. 

“I miss you,” he says. 

You don’t look up. 

The silence comes back, heavy and charged, curling up to the ceiling with the steam of your tea. Harry fidgets with the rings on his fingers, and the handle of his tea cup, and the fraying edge of his sweatshirt. 

You stare at your tea.

“I was afraid you’d run away,” Harry murmurs finally, breaking the silence. 

You look up. Don’t reply. 

“If I… told you what I wanted,” he says. “I was… I was afraid…” He frowns, looking down at his tea, and his voice hushes. “I was afraid that telling you I want you, for better or for worse… would scare you off.” 

You bite your lip. “Want?” you echo, and he looks up, confused. You clear your throat. “Present tense?” you clarify, and he flushes, just a bit. “Erm - yeah.” There’s a beat of silence, and then, suddenly, he’s reaching across the table. 

His hand is cold, still almost freezing from the rain, but his touch fills you with warmth. “I’m sorry for leaving,” he says. “I should have stayed. I meant what I said, petal, that I love you, that I’ll always love you. And I’ll wait, love - I swear it, I’d wait forever, for you, for us. I know I broke us, but I’ll - I’ll put us back together. I can fix it - fix us, if you’d just give me a chance.” 

“What happened to long distance relationships don’t work?” you ask. “Especially on tour?” He squeezes your hand. “I want to try it. The - the long distance thing. And… I’ve never wanted to. Try, I mean. Before. But I think it could be different with you.” 

“We had a clean break, Harry,” you whisper. 

“Did we?” 

You bite your lip, and don’t reply. 

“Tell me you don’t love me,” he says. “Tell me right now, and I’ll leave.” 

You don’t say anything. You can’t.

He smiles and squeezes your hand.

And despite everything, a warm rush of relief floods through you. 

***

“Oh my God, he’s adorable!” you squeal, half drunk and way too close to Harry as you fawn over pictures of his dog on his phone screen. It’s later, now, probably close to midnight, but you can’t really bring yourself to care. 

The ice had broken fairly quickly, and you’d managed to stay on light topics to just get used to being around each other again. You still weren’t sure if you were really going to try again with him, but you weren’t thinking about it at the moment, and you were perfectly content with that. You’d think about it later. 

Harry, also half drunk, and also way too close to you, is grinning as he finishes the last of his third glass of wine. “What’s his name, again?” you ask, taking his phone out of his hands as he stands up to refill his glass. 

“Noodle,” Harry tells you, and you burst out in giggles. “Perfect,” you say, and then coo as you scroll to a picture of Noodle on his back, tongue lolling out of his mouth and fluffy paws in the air. “Oh, I love him,” you gush, starting to hand Harry’s phone back to him as he sits down again. “I’ll have to m-” 

Your finger slips, flipping through twenty pictures at once, and you pause mid sentence. 

You’ve landed on a picture of you, smiling brilliantly, with a birthday hat on and a huge cake in front of you. Harry’s next to you, also wearing a birthday hat, and he’s grinning as he presses a kiss to your cheek. 

You both look absolutely elated, the light from the candles in front of you and the stars around you making you glow. Memories come rushing back, and for the first time in hours, silence hangs between the two of you for a split second. 

Harry flushes, gently slipping the phone from your hands. “Erm - yeah, you should -” 

“That was a good night,” you interrupt softly. 

A small smile tugs the corners of Harry’s lips. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, it was.” 

“Harry?” you whisper, feeling yourself lean in. 

“Yeah?” 

You bite your lip, close enough now to brush noses. “Can I kiss you?” 

Harry smiles. “Yeah,” he says. 

So you do. 

***

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okay WOW I’ve never written anything like this before hehe but uhhhh I hope you liked it!!!! and thank you for all the support on my last fic!!!!!!!!! that was like the most notes I’ve ever gotten!!!! so thank you very much 😊

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Never been kissed

Authors notes- this is for @official-and-unstable-satan she needed some Nat I added Steve cause I'm a hoe. It's also inspired by that hot scene in game of thrones where that handmaid teaches khaleesi how to be dominant. Also if you ever wonder what I'm like irl I'm exactly like Drew Barrymore. Happy reading 💕

Please do not steal or repost my work. Reblogs are welcome.

Summary- You're nervous about being intimate with Steve because you're inexperienced. Natasha guides you.

Pairing- Steve Rogers x reader, Natasha Romanov x reader

Warnings- smut, virgin reader, inexperienced reader

Word count- 1.5k

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You clutched your small purse to your stomach nervously. This was yours and Steves first date. You knew what was expected at the end of a date. You had seen your fair share of movies and heard all about it from your friends.

You both looked at each other trying to make small talk to ease the tension. This was the part where he gives you a good night kiss. Then you feel fireworks going off or get butterflies in your stomach.

The only thing was... you had never felt butterflies. You had never been in love or really kissed someone. The kisses you did have were small pecks or drunken mistakes while playing truth or dare.

You knew very well it was strange for someone as old as you to not only be a virgin but also not knowing how to kiss. But you never got the chance. You always felt love would find you instead of the other way around.

And find you it did. In the form of Steve Rogers. You had been in love with him ever since you met him. He made you feel things you had only ever read about. After months of dancing around each other he finally gathered the courage to ask you out.

You would be the world’s biggest idiot to say no. So here you were. Wondering whether you should grab his face and kiss him silly or just go for a good old fashioned hug. It was quite a dilemma.

Maybe you can order one of those toy rubber mouths or faces you’d heard about to practice? No nope. You didn’t need anymore reasons to be called a weirdo.

Steve caged you in by leaning slightly on your door. You knew what was on his mind.

You were always hypnotised by his cushiony dark pink lips. You’d fantasied million times about how they would feel on your lips.

“Alright good night”, you blurt out and turn around to open the door stepping inside.

He blinks a couple of times staring at you wondering what he did wrong. “Good night.” He says not so sure of himself. “I’ll see you soon?”

***

You needed some guidance and you needed it fast. Before your second date with Steve. So you don’t make a bigger idiot out of yourself.

So you called the first person you could think of. Natasha Romanov. She oozed sex appeal. You knew she was an expert because you’d seen her playing men to get what she wants. She reminded you of a femme fatale. While you may not be the best of friends yet. She agreed to help you.

You were fiddling with the helm of your dress, sitting on Natashas couch beside her, sipping on some wine to calm your nerves.

“So what do you want to learn?”, she asked swriling her wine in her glass. Leaning back on the couch propping her feet up on her coffee table.

She was wearing a camisole and some short shorts. Her breasts falling out of the tight little thing. You tried not to stare for too long. You didn’t want to be rude.

You had always been attracted to Natasha. Looking at her made you question your sexuality.

“I... you’ll laugh at me”, you huffed like a child.

She chuckled at that before covering her mouth. “I’m sorry. I promise I won’t”

You give her a small smile nodding. “I’ve never kissed anyone before. Or well never properly kissed anyone before. I don’t know how...” you trailed off looking away from her.

She put her glass on the coffee table before scooting closer to you. She grabbed your chin to make you look at her. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of. Trust me I can teach you.”

She winks at you taking your glass from you putting it on the coffee table. You move your body to face her. Your eyes fixated on her lips. They were a lot like Steve’s, maybe a tad darker in color. “Can I kiss you?”, she asked caressing your cheek.

You eagerly nodded your head. She pulled your head in and lightly touched her lips with yours. Not really knowing what to do with your hand you choose to settle them on her waist. You felt a slight tingle between your legs when your breasts touched. You so desperately wanted to touch, squeeze, grope them. But you refrained yourself. She was helping you. You can’t take advantage of her.

You feel her squeezing your lower back. She pulled away just an inch to say. “Open your mouth”

You instantly followed her command slightly opening your mouth. She slid her tongue in yours. You made a mental note of how she played with your tongue and stroked it with hers. How she moved her velvety lips against yours making soft squishy noises.

You both pulled away gasping for breathes. “You’re a natural.” She said playing with your hair.

You smiled and shivered at the praise. Which didn’t go unnoticed by her. She had also seen you check out her breasts and her butt more than once. She looked down at her cleavage. She couldn’t really blame you her nipples were protruding through her skin tight black camisole.

“You wanna touch?” She couldn’t help but play with you and only feel slightly sorry about it.

You raised your hands shyly to touch them. You gave them a slight squeeze before quickly retrieving your hands.

“Let’s move on to something more challenging.” she said taking your hand pulling you to her bedroom.

Next thing you knew she grinding on your hips on top of you. While it didn’t necessarily stimulate you in anyway, it was amazing to see her like that. A flimsy strap of her camisole fell down from her shoulder.

“People who appear controlling, put together”, she breathes while still grinding fastening her pace “always want to let lose and be dominated. You’ll have to take control when you’re with cap” she threw head back.

You stared at her wide eyed. You didn’t tell her about Steve. But then again nothing really gets by her. She came with a scream her shorts and your dress ruined.

“I got carried away there” She gulped around nothing. With you looking at her like that. What else was she supposed to do? “Have you ever had an orgasm?”

You gasp lightly looking away from her staring at the ceiling. You had tried to get yourself off many times. Either it didn’t work or you weren’t sure if it worked. You uncertainly looked back at her shaking your head.

“Well it’s only fair that I return the favor.” She moved down a bit and settled between your thighs pushing them apart. You were torn between pushing her away or pushing her towards your crotch. She shoved your dress up to your stomach and pulling down your panties exposing your pussy to her.

She touched your lips, lightly grazing over your clit. Your gasps and breathes turning her on and encouraging her even more so. She rubbed your clit between her thumb and her finger. It didn’t take her long to find it. Not with you being so responsive. You thrashed and squirmed on the bed. You had never felt so good. You wanted her to stop but at the same time you needed her to keep going at all costs.

You whined when she removed her fingers. She grabbed your hand leading it to your clit. She taught you how to roll it and stroke it with your fingers.

“Keep going” She demanded watching you roll it like she was just a minute ago. She pushed a finger inside you and then another. When you stopped she ordered you to keep rolling it again. In a tone that left no room for negotiation.

She pumped her fingers in and out of you staring at them shining in your juices. You felt yourself clenching around her fingers.

“I think I’m coming” You moaned. She swatted your hand away replacing it with her mouth, harshly sucking on your clit whilst still pumping her fingers in and out of you.

You came screaming gushing all around her mouth and finger. White spots surrounded your sight. You vaguely heard Natasha saying something about you being a squirter.

You came back to earth in a few minutes looking down to see Natasha's chin propped on your stomach smiling at you.

“Rogers is one lucky guy”

You blushed at that looking away. She helped you put your panties back on.

“Remember you don’t ever have to do anything you’re not comfortable with”, she said as you were putting your shoes back on to leave.

“I won’t”, you smiled at her. She gave you a small peck on your lips as a goodbye.

You couldn’t wait to try the things you’d learned with Steve. Maybe you could ask Natasha for advice again. There was still so much more to learn.

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Or #22 for Dani & Jamie please !

Many apologies for this taking a hot minute. I started it to help with writers block and then it gave me more. Whoops. Also included here, prompt #35 from another anon. 

This probably isn’t what you had in mind, but not to worry, angst is coming in another prompt. 

You can also read this and my other prompt-fills here.

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Drunk Jamie is a sight to behold.

It’s a rare and beautiful thing that Dani is sure to treasure on the infrequent occasions Jamie allows herself to fall and trusts Dani enough to catch her. To see Jamie inebriated is sacred, or, at least, Dani thinks so. Because she is the only one who’s seen Jamie drunk, face flushed and carefree laughter spilling from her lips. She’s vulnerable here, alcohol having eroded the rings of fearsome walls she’s built around her life, trusting Dani to protect her from any threats. She’s softer, more relaxed.

It’s a good look on her, Dani thinks.

They’re in the back room of The Leafling, reclining, legs propped up, on the ratty sofa they found at the second-hand store not three weeks prior. The shop is quiet, the doors locked and the lights shut off. The plants sit in baskets and pots and displays placed perfectly to suit their needs. Empty drink trays decorate the countertop, a problem for tomorrow.

“You did it.” Dani stares at the ceiling, her heart warm. Jamie’s back is pressed comfortably against her front, and Dani twirls a strand of brown hair between her fingers as crickets chirp outside. The world is at peace.

“We did,” Jamie hums. “We bloody did it. Business owners, the both of us.” She barks a laugh and nuzzles her head into Dani’s collarbone.

They’d just concluded a soft opening party for the shop. Small business owners and potential clients had wandered racks of Jamie’s precious plantlings as the woman herself flitted nervously on the outskirts to avoid the shower of compliments. Dani had done most of the talking, offering up hors d’oeuvres and baked goods. As it turned out, despite her hot drink deficiency, she’s a rather decent baker.

“Oh, these are just lovely!” Mrs. Windham from the bookstore down the way, had said, gushing over a bouquet of hydrangeas.

“All Jamie,” Dani had proclaimed proudly.

“Well, she has quite the gift.”

“Doesn’t she?” Jamie had met her eye from across the room, sipping on her second -- or third -- glass of champagne, and offered a small smile.

Dani doesn’t begrudge her the drinks. Jamie has never been much of a people person, and who is Dani to judge if alcohol makes socialising just a bit less nerve-wracking? Besides, a buzzed Jamie is quite endearing, if Dani’s being honest.

This is the part where Dani shines, in any case. Making connections comes naturally to her, or, at least, more naturally than it does for Jamie. Being a teacher, she had to be good at it. She always had a knack for cracking the toughest students, much to the bewilderment of her colleagues.

Half the time, the kid was just lonely. Needed someone to talk to. Dani could relate.

It’s a skill that’s served her well in life and in her relationships.

Jamie stirs, and Dani wrinkles her nose, spluttering as brunette curls invade her mouth.

“Hey, easy there-” she finds herself silenced by a bruising kiss. “Um,” she blinks up at Jamie, who’s looking down at her with a dopey smile, “hello?”

“Why’re you dressed like that?” Jamie drawls.

Dani surveys her outfit, though her investigation lacks scope on account of her incredibly attractive girlfriend straddling her lap. “Um. Does that mean it looks good, or should I change?”

Jamie avoids the question. “I’m rather fond of you, you know.” Her breath smells of cheap champagne.

“It’d be kind of awkward if you weren’t. We’re in pretty deep, you know,” Dani mimics, and Jamie’s faces scrunches in disapproval.

“That was bad. That was bloody awful, Poppins.” Jamie rolls off her to lean against the opposite arm of the chair, and Dani finds herself missing the weight. It’s nice feeling safe enough to have someone so close that even inches of separation are a loss.  

“You never answered the question.”

Jamie hums. “You never answered mine.”

“You’re cocky when you’ve been drinking, you know that?”

“And you’re right beautiful all the time.”

Dani pauses mid-retort, her mouth open slightly. Jamie stares at her from across the couch, that damn cheeky smirk on her face.

“Quite alright there, Poppins?” Her voice is just above a whisper, sultry and mischievous. Leaning in, “Look a little flushed.”

“I...you…”

Jamie studies her fingernails. “Out with it, darling. Haven’t got all night.”

“I...I’m fond of you, too.” Dani manages. “Even when you’re lying.”

Jamie feigns outrage, hand coming up to clasp her chest. “Never lied a day in my life. ‘Specially not to my favorite person in the bleedin’ world, who also happens to be the most lovely woman I ever laid eyes on.” She runs her hands up Dani’s calves.

Dani scoffs, gently shoving her off. “‘Never lied’ my backside, but I’ll let it slide just this once, and only because you’re knackered.”

“Am not,” Jamie replies petulantly, then promptly yawns. She freezes. Dani raises an eyebrow. “Christ, betrayed by my own fucking body. Knew I never liked you,” she says to her stomach for no discernable reason. “Gone and ruined my whole plan.”

“Your plan?”

“Meant to woo you.”

“I’m sorry,” Dani laughs, “that was your attempt at being sexy?”

“Oi,” Jamie pouts, “thought I was doing a marvelous job, thank you very much. You’d’ve been properly smitten. Irresistible, I am.”

“Yes, right, of course,” Dani coughs, “consider me thoroughly wooed.”

“Aha! See that, ladies and gents? That’s how it’s done.” She gestures around the empty back room to her invisible audience, which Dani assumes is giving a standing ovation. She joins in, her solo bout of applause echoing too loudly in the space.

“Hey, Casanova. This plan of yours have an endgame?”

Jamie cuts her sweeping bow short. “‘Course. Can’t rile you up with nowhere to go. No fun in that.”

“And your goal was…” Dani prompts, sensing a trend. “To flirt me into bed with you?”

“Forgive me for wanting to romance my business partner to celebrate our smashing success.”

“Business partner, huh? Not sure how the laws work back in England, but here in the States, we have rules against sexual activity in the workplace.”

“Best get out of the workplace then, yeah?” Jamie’s eyes are dark.

“Yeah,” Dani breathes. She has half a mind to pin Jamie to the couch then and there. Not to go any further than, perhaps, a heated make out session. Not with Jamie in this state. But before the thought can fully evolve, Jamie’s face splits into another massive yawn.

Dani sighs affectionately and gets to her feet. “C’mon,” she says, holding out her hand for Jamie to take, “let’s go home.”

Jamie stands, a little shaky at first, but she’s stable as Dani gathers their things. Side by side, they walk the few blocks to their apartment. The night air is cool against Dani’s face, and the chill sobers Jamie enough that her promiscuity seems to settle. By the time they unlock the front door, she’s blinking sleepily at Dani, who guides her into the bathroom and starts the shower.

It’s odd to see Jamie like this, Dani thinks. She’s soft, pliant beneath Dani’s steady hands undressing her. The pensive silence is common enough, but this feels gentle, more open, somehow. The intimacy is of a kind Dani never imagined she would experience, and neither, she assumed, had Jamie. It speaks to the immense chasms they’ve breached on bridges of trust. That they are able to concede control of their bodies with a blanket confidence that they are safe. They are safe, and they are protected.

It’s a bond Dani treasures, and one she hopes will last a lifetime. Two, if she has anything to say about it.

Jamie steps into the shower with a washcloth, and Dani sets about laying a folded pair of flannel pants and an old t-shirt on the bed. When she returns, Jamie wears a towel and an adoring expression. Dani tilts her head, confused.

“Meant what I said earlier. About you being beautiful.” She is deliberately earnest.

It’s difficult to feel beautiful when your body doesn’t feel like your own. When you prepare to look in the mirror each morning and wonder if you’ll recognize yourself. When the face that’s stared back at you your whole life has changed, and a brown eye is a reminder that you aren’t in control. Dani is learning, though. Slowly.

And she knows Jamie wouldn’t lie, especially drunk Jamie. She lacks the capacity to be anything but adorably honest, despite her admirable attempts at seduction.

Unable to put her thoughts into words, Dani cups Jamie’s jaw, brushing away droplets that trickle from damp curls, and kisses her sweetly.

“To bed with you,” Dani says, shooing her into the next room. Jamie manages to steal three more kisses along the way. She tastes of the mint toothpaste she’d used in the shower. “Come on now, PJs are on the bed.”

“Yes, ma’am.” She thinks she hears Jamie murmur, and Dani can’t contain her eye roll. The situation isn’t unlike the bedtime antics of a child, and the mental picture of her grown partner in footie pajamas evokes a chuckle. She tucks that image away for later.  

Helping the shirt over Jamie’s head from behind, Dani presses a fleeting kiss to the scar on her shoulder, a silent observance of the vulnerability they’ve cultivated. Jamie had never hidden her burn, choosing instead to spin her tale of woe before the story came up organically. Much, much later, curled in darkness beneath motel sheets, she had whispered her insecurity and given voice to the resulting shame around feeling self-conscious at all.

Dani makes sure to pay special attention to the area during all subsequent explorations, noting each ridge and pockmark like a cartographer charting new terrain.

She peels back a corner of their duvet, allowing Jamie to climb in.

Jamie clings onto her arm, pulling her in as well. “Please don’t leave me,” she frowns.

“I don’t want to go, but, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m still wearing my party outfit.”

“Hard not to notice when you’ve been teasing me with it all evening,” Jamie sighs, a little sad, a little longing.

Dani swats her playfully. “Go to sleep. I’ll be right there.”

“Can’t properly get to sleep without you, now can I?” Jamie grumbles, but rolls over nonetheless.

Evidently, she can.

By the time Dani slips into sleep clothes and finishes brushing her teeth, Jamie’s breathing has evened out. Dani tucks herself in beside her and drapes an arm across Jamie’s hips.

They’ve built this life together, the two of them. They’ve got an apartment and a small business and more plants than they know what to do with. They’ve got postcards stuck to the fridge and a rickety heater and several throw pillows that Jamie claims to hate but cuddles with when Dani isn’t looking. And, sure, the back left stove burner only works half the time, and maybe the lock on the front door seems to hate Dani’s key in particular, but this is their home, and theirs alone.

Not a foster home, not the O’Mara’s, not the Wingraves’.

Theirs.

Dani revels in the thrill of it all. She’s still scared out of her wits, certainly, but, Dani has found, it’s infinitely more difficult to be scared when the person you love most in the world sleeps soundly beside you on sheets you chose together.

She takes in this feeling, savors this comfort for when the clouds next block the sun.

Whatever comes next, she is not alone.

#my painkillers wore off and so did my ability to write apparently #oh well #I hope you like this! #the haunting of bly manor #dani clayton #jamie #dani x jamie #jamie x dani #haunting of bly manor #Bly Manor fanfic #fic #writing #my writing #prompt fill #damie #damie fanfic #fanfic #the haunting of Bly Manor fanfic #bly manor

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I huff in annoyance as my computer screen goes black again. I swear, everyday it’s shutting off faster and faster. Maybe I need to get a new one….

My thought is cut short by the sound of my oven going off. I take a step back and look at the outline of tiny dough bats on the cookie sheet. I’m actually pleased about how they came out. Neat, smooth lines. The past few years I’ve ended up with misshapen “ what can barely be called '' cookies that I end up breaking up into pieces and pouring over a bowl of ice cream. Which isn’t a bad outcome mind you, it’s just I’m really trying this year to get actual cookies. Setting them to cool, I start on the frosting as the doorbell rings. 

“I’ll get it!” A voice from the living room pipes up. William jumps over the side of the couch and runs to the door with a bowl of candy. I can hear the excited voices of children at the door, along with William’s equally enthusiastic voice. 

It was very obvious what William was from our first meeting, no matter how much he tries to deny it. Sitting in the dimly lit back corner of a restaurant, he was staring at his slightly burned hand with a sad expression on his face. I just came in to pick up some take-out for myself, but he looked so sorrowful I just had to go check on him. Turns out, that was a great decision! He has such an alluring aura, but not in a typical “regal vampire” kind of way. More of a I watched him burn his hand twice more in the span of a few hours because he kept subconsciously moving it like a ditz kind of way. Hours went by in that shadowed corner, and he offered to walk me home when the sun finally went down. 

“There were two kids dressed as werewolves this time!” William exclaims gleefully as he walks into the kitchen, “Ooo! Dear, these look so good!”

“Thank you. Once they cool, I’ll start frosting them.” I reply, looking up at his locked gaze on the pan, “Would you like to help me?” 

His face lights up for a moment before he falters a bit. 

“I would love too dear. But also I like looking at the children’s costumes! They’re all so cute!” He says frowning. It’s adorable. I smile wider and put my hand to his cheek. 

“That’s ok babe. You can keep handing out candy while I frost and decorate the cookies. It will be a surprise how they turn out.” 

With that, he’s sated once more and basically sprints back to the door once the bell chimes again. Let me tell you, this isn’t a vampire who looks down on the costumes and movies just because they might be” unrealistic”. Instead of seeing humans as fickle inferiors, they are little creative beings. I suspect his one true love is awful horror movies, but he doesn’t even notice the very obvious mask or the corny screaming; it’s the thrill of life for him. A 500-something year old vampire. I don’t question it. It’s cute. Like everything he does. 

As the moon moves further into its nightly shift and the trick-or-treaters slow down, the porch light is turned off and William and I settle down on the couch with a pan of meticulously frosted tiny bat cookies. He was a bit sad when the light was turned off but again, that was fixed with a quick talk and show of the cookies. 

“They came out good this year.” I think to myself as William slouches over, concentrated on finding a new movie to watch. His mouth hangs open a bit and I scoot over to place one of the cookies into it. For a split second, he flinches in surprise before grinning and taking it into his free hand. 

“Got one! Never seen this one before!” William says as a,,, sentient knife-wielding gingerbread man appears on screen?? I look over at him bemusedly as he gushes over it having sequels. 

Halfway through this peculiar horror movie, I’m sitting in between his legs as he lays sideways on the couch. We have since run out of cookies, but popcorn takes its place. Zoning out, I place the back of my head against his chest and close my eyes. Even if he is a bit cold, William is still very comfy. Once he notices my lack of attention towards the screen, he pauses it and lightly pokes my hair with his nose. 

“Finish your movie babe.” I say softly, grabbing one of his arms to wrap around me and pushing the other one in the direction of the remote. He mumbles something incoherent and turns the movie back on, gently rubbing his hands on my skin. 

“I think that was a good movie.” William whispers in my ear as we lay in near darkness, aside from the soft glow of small lights around the living room. “We can watch the sequels when you’re more awake, sleepy.” 

“So, how was your first Halloween with me, hmm?” I laugh, opening my eyes to see him already looking at me. They’re so full of love. Softness and comfort. A sense of home. 

“The best I’ve had in awhile, dearest.” He replies, pausing a moment before looking up at the ceiling.” I can’t recall the last time I’ve had such domesticity in my life. Ever since I was turned, my life has been all travel. Not that it wasn’t fun, but you wish to settle down at some points. I’m glad I settled down with you.” 

My heart bursting, I blush in the low light, “You’re so sweet William. This was the best Halloween I’ve had in awhile too. And it’s because of you.”

“Seraphina and Rosemary are off being wives in the mountains of Peru and I sit here holding you. It’s a win-win situation, I think. We’re all with who we love.”

“Oh yes, I’m sure if Seraphina were here she would’ve loved your horror movie.” I giggle, thinking about the quick-tongued woman who has a displeasure for anything not brimming with psychological thriller and mindplay. Rosemary maybe, but not as much as the kind vampire below me. 

“Next year, we’ll have to stop them from going to the Dardanelles and watch it with us then, yes?” William hummed and picked me up. I laugh as I get carried off towards the bedroom. “But for now, I think it’s time to sleep in a proper bed.”

Getting lulled into heavy sleep with a mixture of arms wrapped around me and warm blankets producing a comforting weight on top of us, I hear one final thing before I slip off into dreamland. 

“I love you.” 

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Yay I’m super happy with how this turned out! Is the pacing a bit odd? Maybe. Did I break a writer rule and add characters last minute? Yeah but I do not care. I hope it isn’t that obvious I’ve never been in a relationship before lol I was just feeling very soft tonight and this was the result. If you enjoyed it please leave a like, reblog and comment! I also copied this from Google Docs and everything looked fine on there but if something is off tell me. Thank you for reading :) 

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Forbidden Love

Pairing: Anael x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Relationships between humans and angels are strictly forbidden, but you and Anael prove that there can be good--and love--between the two species.

wing fic (2020 and 2021) for @spnfluffbingo​

secret identity for @spnfemslashbingo​

Author’s Note: This is unbeta’d and all mistakes are mine. If you have any requests, please send them in!

The best part about dating an angel is the adventures you get to take together. No modern human can say that they’ve been on top of the pyramids, or that they’ve flown above the clouds. You’ve been on these magical and crazy adventures with the love of your life, but you can never tell anyone. Humans know that angels exist, but there is a strict rule against humans and angels dating and falling in love. The only contact angels are allowed to have with humans is when they are looking over their shoulder and protecting them from the evils within this world.

Your angel started off as that until you started to notice her everywhere you go. She stood out from the rest of the crowd, always right behind you, never too far away. Most humans ignore their angel unless something tragic happens, but you’ve established you’re not like most humans. Instead of living your life the way it’s supposed to be lived, you thought it was a good idea to confront your angel and talk to her.

Anael was shocked you wanted something to do with her, but she didn’t turn you away. The rules stated that if a human isn’t in danger or putting themselves in danger, then there is no reason to talk to them or even let them know an angel is watching over them. However, Anael took one look at you and decided you were worth talking to.

If your friends and family knew what you’ve been doing, they would disown you. If Anael’s superiors knew what she did when she left Heaven, then she would for sure get punished for centuries to follow. It’s why you two only talk, hang out, and enjoy each other’s company in the comfort of your home. The more you spent time with her, the more you fell for her.

It’s not like you wanted it to happen, but you can’t choose who you fall in love with. It’s strange how much an angel understands you more than your own family and friends. For as long as you can remember, there has always been a hole inside your heart that was always too big to fill. Clearly, there was something missing, and you spend years trying to figure out the puzzle piece.

When you met Anael, the piece finally fell into place. You couldn’t let her go, and she refused to let you go.

It sucked you couldn’t tell your friends about your angel, what you two have been doing, and the fact that you’ve been growing closer to the point where your relationship takes a turn into Romanceville. You wanted to gush to your friends about your new girlfriend, but they would never understand. Anael wanted so badly to tell her friends about the amazing woman she met and how happy you make her feel, but she could never expose you like that.

So, you’re forced to keep your relationship a secret, but you honestly didn’t mind. As long as you have Anael by your side, you were okay with anything. Maybe one day you’d get to tell the world about your relationship, but today is not that day.

You and Anael sit on your couch, limbs tangled together, her fingers through your hair, and yours brushing against her wings. You’ve never seen what they look like since humans aren’t able to see them with the naked eye. You’ve touched them, got touched by them, smelled them, and even heard them, but you yearn to see them. You really want to know if they are as beautiful as they feel.

It’s the kind of night that you spend inside. It’s raining, the fire is going in the fireplace, and a movie is playing on your flat-screen TV. Your fingers dance against the soft feathers, touching and memorizing the feel of each one you come into contact with. It’s the perfect evening that requires no speaking whatsoever. There are no words that need to be said that describe how you feel in this exact moment—it’s all in how you handle her wings with care and delicacy.

“You know, I’ve never been to one of those,” you state.

There is a masquerade ball happening in the movie, and it looks like everyone is having a good time. You’ve always wanted to go to one of those and dress up and meet someone mysterious. Well, you’ve already met someone mysterious, but it would be nice to dress up and pretend to be someone else for a night.

“There’s an angel ball coming up. My bosses like to throw one just to celebrate all the good work we do, and because it’s on Earth, it’s why we wear masks. The bouncer is an angel so he doesn’t let in any humans despite them always trying to get in,” Anael laughs.

“But I’m human. There are rules against us dating.”

“I got that covered,” she smirks.

You’re not sure what Anael meant when she said, “I got that covered”. It could mean a lot of things, but your only instruction was that you go get ready and look sexy. You’ve decided to wear a deep red strapless dress that poofs out at the bottom. It’s more like Ariel’s pink dress from the Little Mermaid than anything, just deep red. The mask you’re wearing covers the top half of your face, is red lace, and there is a black feather on the right side sticking up. It’s sexy and beautiful, and you can’t wait to finally go out with your girlfriend.

You stand in front of your body mirror and look at yourself, rubbing your lips together to even out your lipstick. Anael enters the bedroom with a knife in her hand, and you turn to her in confusion. You’re shocked by how gorgeous she looks. She’s wearing a slim gold dress that goes down to her feet and a white mask that only covers half of her face in lace. Her hair is done in soft curls, and she pinned her left side to her head so that her right side is flowering on her own. However, with the knife in your hand, you’re distracted in the worst way.

“What are you doing with that knife?” you ask.

“You look so beautiful,” she grins.

“So do you. What’s going on?”

“I’m doing the only thing I know will guarantee your safety. I’m giving you some of my grace.”

“What? Isn’t that dangerous?”

“Not the amount I’m giving you. It’s only going to be in your system for a few hours. Long enough for us to have fun at the ball and make it home in time. The other angels won’t see past the grace and will believe you’re an angel.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

She takes out a small vial and cuts her throat so that a white light shines through. Her grace flows out of her and into the vial, filling it up quickly. Once there is enough, she runs a finger over the wound and it closes. The grace shines brightly in the vial, mesmerizing you. It sparkles in the light, but you don’t have time to dwell on it for too long.

“Open your mouth.”

You do as you’re told, and the grace flows out of the vial and into you. To say that it feels weird is an understatement. You feel like you can do anything with the grace that runs through your veins. Your whole body is consumed by it, and you can see things you’ve never seen before. A film covers your eyes, and Anael’s wings come into view.

They are big and beautiful, almost as tall as your ceiling. The feathers flutter and dance when they know they’re being watched, and you can’t help but smile. You want to cry but you don’t want to ruin your makeup.

“Your wings are so pretty,” you gasp.

“They're a pain in the ass,” she laughs. “Now, the grace will only last a few hours, so we have to go now.”

The ball is all the way downtown, but that’s no problem for an angel. Just to assure herself that no time will be wasted, she teleports you and her to the alley behind the place just to get there faster. You two head to the front where the angelic bouncer is. You’re nervous as hell, but you stay silent as to not ruin this. The bouncer looks at Anael and then at you, eyeing you suspiciously.

“Is there a problem?” she asks with a sweet smile.

He takes a few pauses before answering.

“No. Have a good time, ladies.”

He lets you in, and only until you’re out of his sight do you giggle in relief. The party is in full effect, and there are angels everywhere. There are tables of food scattered around, but you thought angels didn’t have to eat. Anael eats with you only so you don’t feel left out, but you know she doesn’t particularly enjoy it.

There are a group of female angels huddled by the corner and when they see Anael, they squeal and greet her with hugs and smiles. Anael seems so happy to see her friends, but the sight only makes you feel guilty. She can’t hang with her friends when you’re around, but you can hang with yours when she’s around. It’s not fair, and you don’t know how to make it better for her.

“Hey! Ladies, this is Y/N… my girlfriend,” Anael introduces you.

“Girlfriend?? Why have you been hiding her?”

The girls mutter excitedly to each other before turning to face you.

“We’re Anna, Mabel, and Sabrina. How long have you two been together?” Anna asks.

“About a year now,” you smile brightly.

Anael seems happy with her friends, so you decided to explore on your own so she can catch up with them. You’re starving, so you head over to one of the tables to grab something to eat. They have everything you can think of, and one of your favorite snacks is just sitting there begging you to take a bite. You do, and just about everyone in the room stops and stares at you.

Anael rushes over to you and grabs your hand, smiling sweetly at you.

“Angels don’t eat, sweetheart.” There is evidence left on your face from the food you were just eating, and she wipes it away with her thumb. “Come on. I’ll get you something to eat when we’re done. Right now, I want to dance with you.”

“Okay, sorry,” you chuckle and finish swallowing.

She takes you to the middle of the dance floor and pulls you close. Her hands go to your waist and yours wrap around her neck. Being here with her is magical, and you couldn’t have been more happier than in this moment.

“I love you so much,” you grin.

“I love you.”

She leans in and kisses you slowly, moving her lips in time with yours. It’s said that when angels are happy, their grace glows brightly for all to see.

Right now, you and Anael light up the entire dance floor, content with being in each other’s arms.

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[kiribaku-queen]

Home [6/10]

Pairing: Bakugou x reader, Kirishima x reader

Fluff, angst, werewolf!au

Word count: 3.8k

A/N: Whoops, another long chapter! Sorry TeamBaku fans, it’s a Kiri fluff chapter this time. Let have our hearts relax from no more heartbreak and rest our eyes from crying and enjoy the fluff and cuteness that is this chapter. Let me know if you want to be tagged in upcoming chapters!

Summary: Being called the beauty of the clan isn’t as nice as it sounds. The beauty of the clan is supposed to exude confidence, power, and well, beauty. You were quite the opposite, only possessing one of those traits. Yet, the older you got, the more you fit into the role you were given. After your brother and all the boys of age come back from their training period, it was time to find a mate. But who will steal your heart? Is it Bakugou, the rising leader of the pack, or is it Kirishima, the personal guard and the strongest in the pack?

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You scoffed as a single tear drops. He really said it. After all this time, all these years, it was over. You bit your lip and looked at him with eyes full of rage and betrayal.

“Fine. It’s probably better this way. I don’t want to be with someone who doesn’t even fight for what he wants anyway,” you spat at him angrily and with that, you left without another word. As you left, Bakugou watched your retreating figure.

“FUCK!” he yelled, throwing everything and anything out of his way. Chairs, furniture, books, anything that he could have a hold on. He was so angry at the situation and at himself for letting this happen that he had to let his anger out by throwing or hitting something. Speaking of hitting, having no more things to throw resulted him punching the wall, repeatedly until his hands started bleeding. As if it wasn’t enough that his hand was hurt from his fight with Kirishima, but now it was even more beaten up. Almost to the point where his knuckles could be broken. As Bakugou was letting out his anger on the poor furniture in his room, a certain brunette was watching from afar, a smirk forming on her lips.

You were shaking as you returned home. Never in your life have you been so angry, hurt, sad and betrayed all at the same time. You were feeling so many emotions at the moment that you didn’t know how to react. Should you be crying? Yelling? Throwing things? Running away? You’d do all at the same time if it wasn’t for being in public and everyone watching you. The sight of your house could be seen and a still beaten-faced red head was waiting for you outside. Kirishima looked up to see you running right towards him. Before he could say anything, you already jumped in his arms, face buried in his neck.

“It’s over. Shit… it’s really over,” you sobbed into his neck, still not believing your reality. Kirishima hands balled into fists at his side. He wanted to go back to Bakugou to teach him another lesson but with you, vulnerable in his arms like this, he couldn’t. Instead, he embraced you. That made you hug him even tighter. You didn’t have to tell Kirishima what happened. Sometimes you don’t need words to express your emotions. Everything was said by the ambiance in the room. Kirishima knew how you were feeling, how hurt you are by your now ex-boyfriend. And to him, ex-best friend. He might not exactly relate, but he knew you were so deeply hurt. All he could really do was be there for you. And that’s what he did. He never left your side. For days and weeks on end, Kirishima was always there. When you were eating, when you were just staring at the ceiling, when you were watching TV, even when you were crying randomly at night, he was there holding you tight. He was there for you to vent, to take your frustrations out on. He didn’t mind. Not one bit. If it made you feel better inside, he was willing to do anything for you.

Slowly but surely, you were getting back to your regular routine. Only this time, Kirishima was by your side. After your break up with Bakugou, Kirishima had explained that he was no longer Bakugou’s personal guard or right-hand man. He was released from his position. That might be because he went out of his boundaries and hit the next alpha in the face, but that’s beside the point. Since Kirishima was the personal guard of Bakugou, he had to be by his side the entire time. So Bakugou’s family took him in as their own and provided him with a room at their house. Now that he was released from his position, he had no home. With lots of pleading and guilt tripping, your parents allowed Kirishima to stay at your house for the time being.

Having Kirishima staying at your house helped you in the long run. Afterall, Kirishima was your support system and he always knew how to make you feel better. And he was involved in your everyday life, making you forget about a certain somebody. When you felt down, he was there ready to hold you. When your quirk acted up, he was there to console you. When you felt like crying, he would wipe away your tears. You got so used to him holding you that when you two were at home, you would cuddle up with him on the couch. Or when you would be lying in bed, Kirishima would be lying right next to you. His touch was an everyday occurrence and now it was normal for you two to be glued to the hip. Your parents thought it was cute but Sero, on the other hand, was keeping a good eye on you guys.

A few months had gone by since the boys have been back from their training. And as much as you loved spending time with them, you had to go back to your job: teaching. While Sero and Kirishima were away, you found joy in teaching the little cubs the way of the clan. You taught them basic skills like math and history but you also taught them how to respect others and how the hierarchy works within the clan. Today, you had to return to your job. You missed the little ones just as much as they missed you. As you were ready to head out the door, Kirishima insisted that he wanted to tag along.

“C’mon (y/n), I’m bored at home. I just wanna watch,” he pouted. But you continuously refused.

“Eijirou, you can’t just tag along. This is my job! Stay home and… clean the house!” you tried to give him some chores so he wouldn’t be bored and to keep him occupied until you got home. Kirishima groaned in response.

“I clean every. Single. Day! Pleeeease. I’ll just like one of the cubs. I’ll be quiet, I promise,” man, he really wanted to see you teach. If you argued with him any longer, you would be late. Very hesitantly and almost regretting your decision, you let him join your class. On the way to your class, Kirishima was so excited that he couldn’t stop talking about how excited he was. You chuckled at his excitement. He really was acting like a cub.

It’s kind of cute.

What the? Why were you thinking that right now?! You mentally cursed at yourself for thinking that. Kirishima? Your best friend? Cute? No, he wasn’t cute. His personality is! Yeah! His behavior is cute, not him. Not him… You peeked over at Kirishima one more time and the way his smile brightens his face and how he was exaggerating his words by using body language brought a smile to your face. Your eyes traveled down to his arms. He had cut off the sleeves of his t-shirt, exposing his ripped arms. It was kind of incredible how much his body had transformed in 2 years and how much more attractive he became.

“Miss (y/n)!” several children’s voices snapped you out of your thoughts. You cleared your throat and thanked the lord that those kids stopped you from having more inappropriate thoughts.

“Hello my lovelies, I missed you so much,” you stopped in your tracks to sit on your knees, opening your arms wide to welcome your students back. The children ran into your arms, giving you the tightest hug they possibly could give. You all laughed in and a warm feeling engulfed you. This was your safe space. This is where you could forget about all your troubles and just focus on the kids. One of the kids looked up at Kirishima with questioning eyes.

“Miss (y/n), who is this?”

“Is it miss (y/n)’s boyfriend?” that created a lot of ‘ooh’s’ and ‘ahh’s’. Both you and Kirishima blushed at the comment but you were quick to deny.

“Ok kids! We need to give our guest our special welcome howl. On a count of 3: 1, 2, 3…” and every single cub there gave their best werewolf howl for Kirishima. You gushed at how cute they were. Kirishima was in awe at your class and your welcome was definitely something he could get used to.

“Thanks for your mighty welcome kiddos. Name’s Kirishima. I’ll sit in on your class so don’t mind me, okay?” Kiri introduced himself. Seeing how tall and muscular he was, from a child’s point of view, he looked intimidating but strong. That gained the attention of a lot of the boys. You gathered your class and began the lesson of the day.

“Okay class. Let’s start class off by something you’ve all been wanting to do for a while. We are going to be learning how to transform into our wolf forms!” you exclaimed and the class erupted in cheers. Excited chattering filled the air because this was pretty advanced but you knew that they were ready. And it’s better to start early than later, so why not? Plus, Kirishima was here to help you so I guess it wasn’t a bother that he was here afterall. You were about to explain how to transform when Kirishima takes your place instead.

“And I will be showing you how to do it with ease!” that caused the class to cheer even louder. So much for staying quiet. But you weren’t complaining. You let him have the spot light. As he was explaining how to transform, he transformed to and from his human form and werewolf form several times. You could tell it was exhausting him but he didn’t let that affect his energy or the smile on his face. Both you and Kirishima were helping each child to concentrate on their form. When you were helping one child, you looked up to see how Kirishima was doing. He was helping a little girl who was having trouble transforming but Kirishima was there for her, encouraging her each step of the way. You admired how dedicated he was and much attention he gave to just one cub.

“Listen up kids!” you gathered your class’ attention. “Let’s partner up and keep practicing okay?”

“YES MISS (Y/N)!” the kids yelled at the top of their lungs. “THANK YOU FOR THE ENTHUSIASM!” you screamed right back, smiling softly at everybody. You sat on a rock that allowed you to look over your entire class and monitor how they were doing. Kirishima walked up and sat right next to you. Silently, you both watched them practice and was ready to jump in if they needed help.

“You’re good with kids,” you said, suddenly, still having your gaze on the kids. Kirishima turns to look at you.

“Not like you. You’re the teacher here,” he says. You just shrug and look back to the kids. But Kirishima doesn’t stop staring at you. You try so hard not to look at him but you can feel his stare.

“You’re staring you know?” you tell him. You expected him to blush but he doesn’t. He just smirks and looks away.

Wow, that was kind of sexy.

You bite your lip and this time, it was your turn to stare at him. His red hair was tied in a low ponytail, his spikey bangs framing his face just right. His eyes were intense yet gentle when looking at the cubs practice. Like a father watching over his own children. His lips were gently parted which showed his spikey canines. Your eyes traveled even lower, back to his muscular arms. They were flexed a bit from how he was sitting. You’d be lying if you said Kirishima wasn’t attractive. He had a glow up and he was good with kids? He really was the dream guy every girl is drooling over.

“Look who’s staring now,” he says, catching you off guard. God, you didn’t mean to stare at him for so long. You were embarrassed that you got caught admiring his looks. You covered your face with your hands, hiding your flushed face. “Why are you hiding?” he teased and grabbed a hold on both your wrists. He tugged gently to make you face him but you were determined to keep your hands on your face. You absolutely refused to let him see your flushed face. But Kirishima also kept trying to get you to face him. With one hard tug, your hands were removed your face and your body was now facing Kirishima. With his hands on your wrist, your body was pulled a little towards him, your face inches away from each other. He was smiling and laughing when you pulled you hands away but when he saw how close you were, his smile fell to a shocked face. He stared into your eyes and you saw them fall on your lips, then back at your eyes again. Your heart skipped at his action. But before anything could happen, you shot up, standing now.

“Okay, class is over. Let’s pack up and get ready to leave. Don’t forget to thank our special guest on your way out!” you called out to you class in a panic. But kids don’t pick up on that sort of thing. They were just happy class was over and couldn’t wait to go back home. Man, going home with Kirishima was going to be awkward. You jumped when Kirishima snuck up behind you.

“Ready to go home?” he asks. You nod and hum in response, letting Kirishima lead the way.

 As soon as you arrived home, Sero was heading out.

“Oh, where are you going?” you asked when you guys got closer. Sero sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“One of the guys called in sick so now I have to cover their shift. I’ll be out patrolling for a few hours. Mom and dad are out so you’re going to have to cook dinner tonight,” he informed out. “See ya later. Bye man.” Sero quickly kissed out on the forehead and tapped Kirishima on the chest before heading out. You groaned internally because you really didn’t want to make dinner tonight. Moreover, there was nothing in the house to make dinner so you’d have to do into town to get ingredients. With no other choice and not wanting to starve to death, you went to the shopping area of town. Of course, bringing Kirishima with you.

You definitely didn’t like making dinner, but you loved going grocery shopping. All the stores were outside with the freshest ingredients. Just rows and rows of different stalls, selling different kinds of fruits, vegetables, meats, seafood. Even clothes and flowers are being sold.

You were walking on the right side of the stalls, in awe by the sight in front of you, along with many other people who were doing their shopping. Kirishima was following close behind you, admiring how you get excited over the littlest things. You looked like a kid in a candy store: wide eyed and mouth watering. He took this time to just watch you. You were so distracted so he didn’t have to worry about being caught by you. He could say so many things about you, about why he was so infatuated with you. But one thought was constantly on his mind when he saw you: you were beautiful. It didn’t matter what you were doing. You could be sleeping or pulling the silliest faces and to him, you would always be beautiful. Not only that, you were the sweetest person he knew. You weren’t treated right in your childhood, but you were still nice to people around you. Everyone in the clan respected you for that. You give to those who need it the most. And when you were teaching those kids not even a few hours ago? You tended to every single child, giving them the attention they needed while still bringing the whole class together. No one can tell him that you weren’t the most loving and most kind woman in clan history.

You were looking through and sorting out which apples to buy when Kirishima smelled a scent that was all too familiar. When he knew you were distracted by the apples in front of you, Kirishima glanced to the side to where the scent was coming from. And look who it is: Bakugou with his fiancée, roaming around like its nobody’s business. Way to ruin the mood. The smile on Kirishima’s face while thinking of you were replaced with a frown. Bakugou hadn’t seen them yet but Kirishima was already staring him down.

Uraraka wanted to get to know the people of the clan and by doing so, she needed to be with the people. What better way to do that than to go down to the local market where everybody was? Bakugou was forced to go with her by the order from his father. He really wasn’t interested in the slightest. He was only there to keep her company and to keep her safe if danger were to ever arise. So Bakugou let Uraraka do her thing while he lazily tagged along behind her.

You still hadn’t noticed yet. And Kirishima was planning on making it stay that way. As you were still picking which apple to get, Kirishima went up to you, backing hugging you in the process. His head laying on your shoulder which blocked the view of Bakugou and Uraraka. You jumped at the contact but immediately blushed when you figured out what Kirishima was doing.

“W-w-what are you-” you kept stuttering, surprised and confused with his sudden actions. His embrace was comforting and his scent was overwhelming your senses. Forget the apples. Your heart was picking up its pace and you didn’t know where to look. Should you be looking at him or not at him? Would it be awkward if you did? Of course it would be! His face was so close, his cheek was basically touching yours. So you stood still, stiff as a board, looking straight ahead. Kirishima takes the apple that was in your hand and examines it.

“This looks like a good one. We’ll get it,” he says to the seller and they immediately bag it. Kirishima hands him a few bills and takes the bag. He starts heading in the opposite direction of Bakugou, taking your hand in his on the way. This way, you can focus on him and not accidentally see the person who broke your heart. He was also doing it for his own enjoyment but no one had to know that.

You and Kirishima had already left the marketplace, but Uraraka still wasn’t done looking around so that meant Bakugou was still there. Uraraka spotted an old lady selling large, delicious, red apples and her mouth immediately started watering. She had to get some. Tugging on Bakugou’s arms, she pulled him towards the apple stand. As soon as he entered the general area, a rush of a familiar scent rushed into his senses. Two actually, but there was one that mattered to him more. Your scent danced around his nose, pulling him into a trance. Fuck, he missed you so much. Wait, if your scent was this strong then you must be around somewhere. Franticly, he started looking around, trying to see if he can spot you. Any part of you. He was getting frustrated when you weren’t in sight at all but your scent was still lingering in the air.

“Fuck,” he hissed to himself. He had missed you by just a hair.

 The whole way home, Kirishima was holding your hand and for some reason, you weren’t opposed to it. You actually kind of liked it. It didn’t last for long because you finally reached your house. He let go looking unfazed but you had a disappointed look on your face. Hoping that cooking would distract you from the lingering feeling that was left behind from Kiri’s hands, you got to cooking. You were chopping some vegetables when you felt someone staring at you. You didn’t have to even guess who it was.

“Yes?” you asked, breaking the ice while continuing to do what you were doing. The sound of the chair squeaking against the floor could be heard loud and clear and footsteps were approaching you. Kirishima leaned on the countertop next you, leaning sideways, elbow resting on the counter.

“Let’s talk,” he says. You cock your eyebrow.

“About…?”

“What happened earlier,” your heart leaped.

“What happened earlier?” you asked. You already knew where this was going but refused to believe it. Did he really have to talk about it now? Why is he even bringing this up? He didn’t respond. Huh, weird. Did he not hear you? “What happened, huh?” you asked again. You were met with more silence. Were you just imagining things or was he purposely not answering you? Or maybe you were deaf? Was he trying to embarrass you by making you say it? Whatever the reason, you were getting annoyed.

“Ya, Eiji-” you turned to him, ready to confront him. But he was faster. As soon as you turned to face him, he moved over to trap you in between him and the counter. His muscular arms were encaging you, preventing you from leaving. His face dangerously close to yours once again. How many times was he going to do that? And how many times is your heart going to react to that move?

“I like you, (y/n),” Kirishima confessed. You raised your eyebrows a bit in shock but you couldn’t react much, let alone move much because of the position you were in. Your heart starting racing at the sudden confession. All you could do was stare into his deep, red eyes. His eyes told all. He was deeply in love with you. So much that if he expressed any more love with his eyes, they would pop off his head. “I like you, so much that it’s getting really, really hard to control myself,” and with each word, his voice was getting deeper and his eyes were getting lower. Looking into your eyes, slowly making its way down and settling on your lips. He was leaning. The closer he leaned, the lower your eye lids got. Your eyes were completely closed now, ready for a soft pair, but powerful lips to land on yours, but they never came. Kirishima smirked, his hot breath tickled your lips and he pulled away. For some reason, you were sad when he did. Still learning on the counter with you in between his arms, he looks back up at your eyes.

“But I won’t touch you or do anything without your permission,” he declared. That made you blush more than his confession. That was also the manliest thing he has ever said to you. “I’ll be in the living room if you need me,” With that declaration made, he finally gets up and walks away, leaving you a little hot and bothered.

Tagged: @goodpop9 @superblyspeedydragon @tspice283 @marvelobsessedteen @rosetheshapeshifter @cabbagesquadfam

#bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #bnha bakugou katsuki #bnha kirishima eijirou #katsuki bakugou #Kirishima Eijirou #bakugou imagine #kirishima imagine #bnha imagines #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

[farouchelyoptimistic]

HyunJi: Visit

Soo Hyun hums as he punches in the security code of the door, pushing it open after the brief beep. The familiar scent of honey and vanilla fills his nose, making him erupt into a small smile.

The house was quiet as he entered, the cove lighting dim and warm-toned. The floor to ceiling glass windows reflected the lights from the city below. The silence doesn't bother him, he was used to it. It was always quiet in his girlfriend's abode, she enjoyed the tranquil serenity that comes with it.

The paper bag in his hand made soft noises that sounded louder in the vast space of her living room. Filming had been going on for quite a while, and it had been getting harder and harder to reach her every day. She had scenes back to back and a few ads to shoot in her spare time. That was the price of her growing popularity, the recognition he was terribly happy that she was getting.

She was a marvelous actress, excellent. Despite her prowess, she was fairly underrated and he hated it. He wanted people to see her beyond her elegant beauty, he wanted her to be seen by her undeniable talent. And now she was getting it, and it made him so proud of her. But along with that came fewer hours with her, fewer days to spend together.

Compared to the frequent visits and the well-planned secret dates here and there, this time he could even barely see her despite being in the same place every day. The only time he could see her was when they had scenes together. The fact that he had to corner her away on set to steal a few glances, a few touches, a few smiles made him fairly frustrated.

He used to have his girlfriend all to himself, and now he's sharing her with the entire world. He's not a selfish person, but when it comes to her, sometimes he wished he was.

This was one of the very few nights that they were both free. He doesn't waste the opportunity to buy her favorite meals to go, bringing it to her home to share with her.

"Hi, Manny!" He coos, squatting down to pat the dog's head, it's fur warm and soft to touch. It wags its tail, putting out its tongue as it welcomes the all too familiar visitor. Gone were the days when it used to bark at him endlessly, threatened of his presence, or probably even jealous that he'd take all of the attention. But now, they were best friends.

He chuckles as he stands up, making his way further into the living room, past the kitchen. He smiles widely at the sight of his woman sitting prettily on the couch, dressed in a light pink nightgown, her hair cascading elegantly over her shoulders.

"Yea Ji-ah!" He calls out to her in a joyful operatic voice, routinely skipping towards her with her a huge smile.

"Ya." Her low voice stops him in his tracks. It was chilling, cold. It almost sent shivers down his spine. When she looks at him, he shuddered, freezing him in his spot. Her eyes were sharp, lacking emotion altogether. Terrifying almost.

"You noisy little prick." His breath falters, shock starting to bloom all over him. He blinks once, twice, thrice. Trying to figure out what vile sin he had done to his girlfriend for him to get stabbed by the invisible daggers darted from her eyes.

It takes him a few seconds before he sights the script on her lap. Realization dawns over him, making himself let out a breath. Aaaah.

She had been rehearsing, which means his Yea Ji wasn't here tonight. Moon Young had paid a visit. That was the effect of her method acting. She had to be the character altogether, and sometimes it takes a while longer to let go of it. He understood that was what worked for her, and he could say she was doing a good job manifesting it.

He had been used to it as well. There were days when he visited only to find a timid Sang Mi sprawled on the living room floor. The other time it was the outspoken Hae Ji reading a book by yhe window. Tonight it was a very annoyed Ko Moon Young.

"Ko Moon Young, I didn't expect you would visit." He chuckled, the amusement in his voice ringing as she turned on his heel towards the kitchen counter. He knew she's still trying to snap out of it, so he prepared all the food quietly, bringing it over on the coffee table between them in the living room.

She quietly slides down from the couch into the warm carpet. She picks up her chopsticks and eats silently, chewing, and swallowing. He smiled watching her eat.

He had longed to hear her talk over dinner tonight, but by the looks of it, it wasn't going to be happening. He loved listening to her ramble about the most mundane things, her low pitched voice becoming music to his ears. The sultry, raspy tone of it making his heart come to a calm, bringing him serenity.

She was quiet, but he still enjoyed it. He was happy just by watching her eat, devouring everything in front of her. If there was one thing she and Moon Young had in common, it was the appetite. He had worried about her thin physique early in the relationship, but seeing the amount she manages to gobble down, he realized her eating dynamics had nothing to do with her figure. She was just natural beauty. Lucky him.

He made the kind effort if washing a few dishes, humming softly as the water gushes through the faucet. When he feels tiny arms wrap around his waist from the back, he smiles. He loved it when she did that.

"Is this Moon Young, or is my Yea Ji back?"

"I kicked Moon Young out. She tried to steal my boyfriend." He chuckles, turning the faucet off before he wipes his hands dry.

He wiggles in her hold, turning around so he was facing her. He lets out a smile, wrapping his arms around her small frame. She looks up at him with a smile, eyes curved into thin lines, and in an instant, he loses the capability to breathe. She continues to take his breath away, every single time.

He squeezes her tighter, pulling her impossibly closer.

"Did you enjoy the meal, hmm?" He tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear, marveling down at her. When she nods he smiles, cupping her small face in his large hand. When he leans in for a warm kiss she automatically closes her eyes, both of them smiling in between.

Her hands instinctively travel over his firm arms, around his nape, her fingers through his hair. He holds her tighter as if it was possible to have her any more closer. Their bodies were already pressed tightly against each other.

When he pulls back, he grins. He took pride in the idea that he was able to kiss her like this, hold her close. Touch her. Do things only others can imagine. He took pride in the fact that now she had freely allowed him to make her feel things, do things, to take the lead.

He couldn't forget that there was a time when even the slightest touch bothered her. Sent her blushing excessively, cowering under his stares and gentle brushes. He thought he was probably so despicable, she couldn't bear even the slightest intimacy.

But it wasn't him. It was her innocent values, blooming from her genuine wholesome perspectives of the world. He learned to ask for permission whenever he wanted to kiss her, to gradually inch his hand to hers so she doesn't get startled. It took her quite some time to get used to it until all the permissions became automatic. Instinctive.

He didn't need to work it out anymore. She could read it in the way he looked at her. And she learned to be confident around him as well. Initiating gentle touches, hugs, short kisses. They've come a long way, but she still had that innocence in her, the innocence he loved so much. He loved anything about her anyway.

"You stink." She mutters in a chuckle as she buries her head against his chest, inhaling his manly scent. He only laughs, swaying her side to side. She was the most honest person in the world, she was incapable of lying. So he really does stink.

"Hmm, really? I just came from the gym." She laughs.

"You should have showered." His laughter thunders, throwing his head back.

"I know. I was thinking I'd shower here instead. . . . . with you." She automatically unlinks her arms around him, playfully pushing his chest.

"Ande." She takes a step back, turning around with a laugh. It wasn't like she hated intimacy, she just can't help but feel uncontrollably shy. Even after all the nights they've spent together, she still couldn't help the warm blush that would creep up her cheeks.

He chuckles, holding on to her wrist to pull her back gently. He wraps her arms around her again, searching for her face. She couldn't look at him.

"Weh? It's not like I haven't seen y---" He gets cut off when she presses a hand against his mouth, sending both of them in light laughter.

"Stop it." She whines, furrowing her brows, pouting her lips.

"Stop what?" She lets out a gasp when he slightly lifts her up, setting her feet on top of his. He grins at her before he pulls her closer, pressing another kiss on her lips. He slowly walks them across the room, her feet on top of his, taking every step he was taking.

She held his arms tight, maintaining her balance as he leads her. She giggles in between the kiss.

"I know what you're trying to do."

He chuckles while he kisses her.

"Really? I'm just making my way to the shower." She shakes her head, smiling as she closed her eyes. Gone were the inhibitions when he starts to trail kisses on her jaw. She clears her throat at the growing heat that was starting to spread like wildfire all over her body. Her reaction to him was automatic.

A low moan erupts from the back of her throat when he trails hot, wet kisses down her long neck. She finally gives in to him as he makes his way inside the bedroom, straight to the bathroom. He was a little persistent than usual. He must've really missed her. But she couldn't deny it, he missed her too.

-end-

#psycho but its okay #its okay to not be okay #kim soo hyun #seo yea ji #hyunji #hyunjicouple

[writes-eat-sleep-repeat]

Seeing Red

Prompt: PMS days

Pairing: Spooky x Reader

Warning/ notes: Major fluff. Not grammatically correct. Currently on my menses which inspired this one shot. Hope it can comfort other spooky lovers during their time of the month. Enjoy ;)

Summary: Spooky takes care of his girlfriend when she’s on her menses. Just him and her!

Word count: 2063

As you opened your eyes you peered through the curtains of your room and noticed it was a rainy day outside in LA. The sky was somewhere between a light gray and the cusp of a white. They kind of color that hurt your eyes if you stared at it to long. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes you rolled over on your back and instantaneously felt the stinging in our stomach. It was day two of your menses. They worst day of them all. often you thought about what it might feel like to get shot and came to the conclusion it couldn’t possibly be any worse than this. While you laid back staring up at the ceiling you heard your phone vibrate. Looking over all you could mutter was “shit” 8 miss calls and 15 text. You looked at the clock on the nightstand to your left 10:00 am. Opening the text you scroll to the top and began reading

‘Hey mama’-3:15 pm

Missed call 3:30 pm

‘Hello’-4:00pm

Missed call 5:00 pm

‘Y/N’-5:30 pm

Missed call 6:00 pm

‘Y/N pick up the phone’- 6:30 pm

The calls and messages entwined like this for the next couple of hours until you guess your boyfriend finally fell asleep. You cant believe you slept for basically 19 hours straight. Aside from a few bathroom and water breaks where you had to use all the power you could muster up to complete those task, you somehow forgot to check your phone. Throwing your arm over your face to block out what little light was peaking through the window you could hear your roommate/ best friend Rebecca getting ready for work. BUZZZZ someone rang the doorbell. You heard him before you saw him. Out in the living room talking with you bestie, ‘where is Y/N’ he asked her. Oh no. He sounds pissed.

You laid frozen with your hand over your arm wanting the earth to swallow you whole. ‘She’s not feeling well’ you heard Rebecca respond. You always avoided Oscar on days like this because you were afraid to get mad and finally scare him away with your crazy . He burst into your room bringing the bright light from the hallway with him. You felt the irritation slowly building. Removing your hand with a sigh you look over to your right at the door. ‘Couldn’t pick up your phone’ he asked with a particular edge to his voice that brought out your annoyance to what seemed to be instantaneously. ‘I was sleeping’ you said letting acid seep into your voice. ‘For a fucking day’ he yelled. That’s it, you thought sitting up it bed which was followed by a gush of blood below causing you further annoyance.

“I’m not dealing with your shit today. 1. I spoke to you yesterday afternoon and its only 10 am meaning it wasn’t a whole fucking day. 2. Becca told you I wasn’t feeling well and instead of coming in here and asking if I’m okay you choose too come in here and yell at me like your my daddy. 3. Your not my daddy 4. My hormones are all over the place and I literally feel like i am dying so unless you plan on helping and not being an ass I suggest you leave.’ Oscar who you never ever send away looked more hurt than even mad that you yelled at him. He never took that kind of disrespect from anyone being the gang leader he is. ‘Okay, well.. what’s wrong? ummm... how can I help?’ he asked. ‘ you cant’ you replied. “Y?N...” ‘I have to go to the store and get some stuff.’ You swung you legs of the bed and tried to stand up only to be meet with crippling pain. Before you could even fully bend over to hold your stomach Oscar was there pushing you back onto the bed. ‘Your not driving like this’ he said. ‘Tell me what you need and ill get it for you’ he finished. ‘ you cant, ok its personal girl stuff’ you replied shyly. ‘ I didn’t ask you what it was. I said to tell me what you need’ he sternly answered. After writing a list that and handing it to him he said he’ll be back in 15 minutes. You took this time to take some pain medication and crawl to the bathroom just barely managing to take a shower while he was gone. Rebecca poked her head in to let you know she was heading out so you knew it was time to leave the shower so you could let Oscar back in. Standing in your room trying to figure out what to wear you decided on a pair of black leggings and one of oscars hoodie that you stole from him. You just needed to be comfy. As you were pulling the hoodie down over your head you heard the door buzzz. Heading out the the front door you pulled it open to find Oscar with 4 shopping bags. He walked past you to the kitchen and put them on the counter. ‘What exactly did you buy Oscar I only asked for a pack of pads and a soda” you asked quizzically, with what you were sure was a confused look on your face.

‘Well you said always overnight but they had 2 different kinds and I didn’t want to call you so I got both and then i got you some Advil, i mean I don’t know if that works for that kind of pain’ he said gesturing towards your stomach ‘but, i got it anyway and the lady at the store said it was good and suggested i get you something sweet and I couldn’t decide on one, so i bought one of every candy and...’ he didn’t get to finish his rambling because you walked over to him and kissed him lovingly to interrupting, he responded by holding your neck firmly in place and meeting you with the same level of passion. Pulling away for oxygen you looked up into the liquid brown eyes of Oscar Diaz and all you could say is ‘I love You’. “Go sit down mama I’m making breakfast” was his response. “Ummmm...I kinda wanted ice cream for breakfast’ you said. ‘Ice cream is not breakfast. No wonder i cant get cesear to eat any real food’ he teased you. Knowing you looked after the younger Diaz while he was locked up. ‘Hey. I eat real food but today my a baby maker wants ice cream so, I eat ice cream’ you joked. Walking over to the couch in the living room knowing he will never let you eat the ice cream first.

Settling down under the black throw that was on the couch you began to flick through Netflix trying to find something to watch. Settling on a romantic comedy. It wasn’t t long before Oscar walked over with your plate in hand. You couldn’t help but laugh as he approached you in Rebecca’s -queen of the kitchen-apron. Your attention then turned on the intoxicating smell drifting off the plate in his hand and settling in your nose. Homemade fluffy pancakes, eggs and fried salami (Oscar knew you weren’t a bacon person). He handed you the plate and placed his on the coffee table before heading back to the kitchen to remove the apron and grab your drinks. By the time he returned you were already half way through your meal. As he sat down to begin his meal. You were full and much more happy, you still couldn’t escape what you could only assume to be a stabbing taking place in your stomach but this is as happy as you were gonna get. You were content. Watching Oscar eat you eyes drifted to the santos tattoo on is neck and dirty thoughts began popping into your head. Just filthy thoughts, scooting a little closer to your man you kissed it midway him bringing some eggs to his mouth. He paused looking at you from the side through those long eyelashes with a lifted eyebrow.

That put your hormones in overdrive, you wanted him now! ‘ I liked the breakfast’ was all you could manage. Shaking his head he returned to his meal. You kissed his tattoo again, then licked it and then began sucking it. You hadn’t realized Oscar had put his dish down when he lifted you onto his lap. You were face to face, sitting on his lap you noticed he was a little hard. Biting your lip and now staring at his lips thinking of all the possibilities you could do with his mouth he smiled. Damnit the dimples. At this point you couldn’t blame the full wetness on the blood. Ugh, why did you have to have a period. ‘Hi’ he said still smiling. “Hi” you smiled back, clearing your throat “ummm... I really, really liked the breakfast” you continued. “I appreciate the gratitude and the delivery of it but, I don’t think you should start something you cant finish right now in your current state” he replied. ‘Oh’ you answered climbing off of him bringing you knees to your chest. You know his rejection was well placed and he was right but with your hormones all over the place it hit you harder than you expected. ‘Hey, hey he said moving it closer to you. You know I would do absolutely terrible things to you Mi amor, but your not at 100 right now and I don’t want you feel like you have to have sex for me to stay. Okay? He asked. ‘Yeah, umm.. that wasn’t for you but, Okay.’ nodding you moved over to curl up next to him as he finished his meal. Peaking up at him every now ad then you started thinking about how you both had changed.

You knew Oscar essentially Your entire life. Your dad’s were cool and so Oscar spent a lot of time in your fathers auto shop learning, since your dad never had a son he welcomed the apprenticeship. You were no tomboy and completely against anything other than reading. It wasn’t that far fetched you and Oscar began dating in high school. You remembered the first time getting your period and trying to explain what was happening to him; you not even knowing yourself. ‘So your bleeding’ twelve year old Oscar asked. ‘Yes’ you replied. ‘From your Vagina’ he whispered. ‘ yes’ you whispered back. “So... why does this happen?’ He asked. ‘Well my mom said when you are growing up it happens when you don’t have a baby. I think’ you replied. ‘So, your body is hurting you because you don’t have a baby?’he asked. ‘Ummm... yeah, I guess’ you answered. ‘So why not just have a baby? Said Oscar ‘ I asked that too, my dad said because he’ll kill me. So I guess I’m suppose to just suffer in silence’ you answered.

The memory bought a smile to your face and a small giggle escaped your lips causing Oscar to glance down quizzically at you now cuddled up next to him with your head on his shoulders. “ I was just remembering the first time I got my period and you thought having a baby would be the answer to all my menses related problems” you answered his unspoken question. ‘It still could be’ was all he replied shaking his head’ Smiling, most likely remembering the memory too. ‘I’m sorry I yelled at you earlier’ he continued. ‘It’s just being me...well people... its hard...-I know’ you cut him of. ‘Being you is hard and you not only have to think about you but the gang as well , Cesar....Me. I know you, your head goes to the worst possible scenario automatically. I know how worried you get. I should have checked my phone. I’m sorry too” you said pecking him on the cheek. With a quick nod of the head he returned his attention back to the screen. He wasn’t a man of many words. You two watched movies for the rest of the night. There were far and few instances when you had Oscar to yourself. When he was Oscar and not spooky. You relished these moments, these feelings and saved them for times when being is girlfriend seems less than ideal. For tonight, it’s enough to just cuddle up with your man and watch a movie.

#spooky diaz #oscar spooky diaz #on my block #oneshots #omb imagine #oscar #oscar diaz #spooky #spooky x reader

[vannahfanfics]

Midnight Munchies

Category: Mild Romantic Fluff

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Ochako Uraraka, Izuku Midoriya

Requested By: Anonymous User 

Hi, everyone! Here today with another story for @bnhabookclub​'s Bingo Event, this time for the prompt "Nose Kisses"! I hope you all enjoy it! :3

Special thanks to @deliathedork​ for helping me with the concept! You're a doll~ 

Izuku fidgeted in the bed as he slowly lapsed into consciousness. He smacked his lips, finding them dry and cracked; similarly, the plane of his tongue was an arid desert. Water, he thought dully. Still blinking away the bleariness of sleep, he fumbled with unsteady fingers to pull the comforter from his sweaty body. It seemed that he had fallen asleep without the ceiling fan running, and thus, heat smothered the room. 

Izuku yawned as he languidly slipped off the bed like a boneless fish. He wriggled his feet into his slippers and pulled the switch as he passed underneath the overhead fan; what good would retrieving water do if he just got thirsty thirty minutes later? 

Izuku shambled into the restroom. Izuku had no care to be blinded, so he utilized his primitive night eyesight to grope around until he located the plastic cup he kept beside the faucet. He flipped the tap and bubbling, and lukewarm water gushed forth. Izuku filled the cup halfway and then downed it in one gulp, then did so twice more. He smacked his lips again, feeling moisture return to the parched skin. He lumbered out of the bathroom to collapse face-first into his bed. Then, his stomach flip-flopped in his belly. He grimaced as a long gurgling rumbled in his tummy. 

“Snack…” he muttered aloud. He peered at the All Might alarm clock seated on his bedside table. The bright yellow numbers read 1:47 a.m. He pushed his hand under his shirt to scratch his abdomen, debating whether to sneak downstairs to acquire sustenance or snuggle back under the covers to see if sleep would claim him before he starved. 

His yowling stomach decided for him. 

The stairs creaked with every hulking step the sleepy Izuku took; they were clearly displeased at their stair-business being interrupted at such ungodly hours of the morning on account of his midnight munchies. The soft moonlight spilled in from the row of glass windows decorating the hallway, casting an ethereal white glow over the floor and furniture. His shadow danced along the polished wood as he shuffled into the kitchen. Izuku rummaged through the various cabinets, picking up a box to blearily inspect the label before deciding against it, before he finally settled on some animal crackers. The bag crinkled as he shoved his hand into the small opening, and he grabbed an entire handful of the sweet cookies before unceremoniously shoving them into his mouth. 

“Yum,” he mumbled to himself, cheeks poofed out like a squirrel’s and crumbs raining from his lips. Munching loudly on the dozen cookies crammed into his mouth, he meandered around the common space, leaving a trail of animal cracker specks as he went. He stared out the window, watching the wind toss about the tree branches and bush leaves whose emerald green seemed blue in the gloom. He grabbed a carton of milk out of the fridge and guzzled a good fourth of it straight from the box, then shoved another handful of cookies into his mouth. He gazed at his hazy-eyed reflection in the flat-screen television, regarding his tousled hair and lidded eyes, before turning on his heel to begin shambling to the couch. 

He froze on the spot, mouth open to reveal half-eaten animal crackers when he spotted Ochako Uraraka sprawled over the sofa in a position that looked way to uncomfortable for how pleasantly she was snoring. 

One of her legs was slung over the back, bent at the knee with her foot hanging down. The other hung off the edge of the couch so that her foot was flat on the floor. One arm was bent over her head like she was cradling it, and somehow the other was stretched out to bridge the gap between the sofa and the coffee table. Her hand clutched a half-eaten milk chocolate bar. Her mouth hung open as she snored contentedly, and drool puddled on the throw pillow as it leaked out of her mouth. Izuku stared at her for a moment. Then, he snickered. 

“Cute,” he thought aloud. He walked closer and set the box of animal crackers on the coffee table, pausing to use his pajama shirt sleeves to wipe the white crumbs from his mouth. In her violent tossing and turning, Ochako had flung the blanket from her body. It was now but a useless bundle of cloth at her feet. Izuku gently tugged it from underneath her splayed limbs and draped it over his shoulder, then set to rearranging her into a more comfortable position. He flushed when she abruptly groaned and began to shift, and he froze, still holding her left leg above the couch. She only smacked her lips a few times and adjusted her head, exhaling deeply before falling back into deep, even breaths. Izuku slowly lowered her foot down onto the cushion, then threw the blanket over her body. 

“Here ya go, Ochako,” he murmured sweetly as he draped the blanket over her, settling it up to her chin. She had closed her mouth, and a pleasant smile now graced her round face. Izuku leaned over her as he tucked the blanket around her neck to ensure she wouldn’t so easily fling it off again. His face reddened, for he could feel her warm breath ghosting over his face. Just finish this real quick annnnd… He couldn’t finish the thought, because suddenly Ochako’s eyes fluttered open. Before he could move, her face jerked up. 

Several comical things could have occurred, like they do in the movies. They could have bonked their foreheads together with a resounding smack! She could have flung him off completely so that he ended up a tangle of limbs crammed between the couch and coffee table. Hell, they could’ve had a full-on accidental kiss worthy of the cheesiest of shoujo mangas. 

Instead, here they were, with Izuku’s lips delicately pressed to the tip of Ochako’s nose. 

They both froze like deer in headlights. Seconds ticked by as the two of them processed the situation they were currently in. Slowly, realization dawned on them, and identical blushes began to creep up their necks. The flush spread up to the roots of their hairs. 

Crimson-faced, they sprang away from each other with shrill screams. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” he sputtered as he scampered several feet away from her, one leg flailed up by his chest, and both his arms crossed in front of his bright red face. “I was… I was just fixing the blanket!” he explained with a frantic gesture at the cloth. Ochako blinked a few times, then glanced down at the fabric now surrounding her. 

“O-oh! I see,” she squeaked after several seconds of silence. She shifted under the blanket, drawing it around her. “Th-thank you, Izuku.” The green-haired boy spluttered out something along the lines of “no problem.” He twiddled his fingers by his sides as silence descended between them once more. He cleared his throat and then awkwardly lunged for the box of animal crackers still resting on the coffee table. Ochako raised her eyebrows. “Midnight snack?” she laughed. Izuku flushed pink. 

“Y-yeah,” he chuckled bashfully, playing with the curly hairs at the base of his neck. After retrieving a few of the animal-shaped cookies from the box, he held it out to Ochako. “Y-ya want some?” The bubbly brunette nodded and scooched over to the end of the couch to reach out and snag a few. Instead of just shoving them in her mouth to devour like Izuku did, she daintily bit the cookie in half, nibbling at it with her front teeth. She gazed wide-eyed at him when he began to giggle. 

“What?” 

“Y-you’re just really cute, is all…” he admitted shyly. A rosy hue flowered on her face, and she dropped the cookies in her hands to slap her hands to her cheeks. He squeaked and ducked down to hide behind the recliner, the closest object large enough to hide his small frame. “I-I’m sorry!” 

“No! I-I mean, why are you apologizing?” Ochako asked bashfully, winding a swathe of her chestnut hair around her finger. She stared out of the bottom right corners of her eyes as a little smile alighted her features. “I-i mean… I-it’s nice, to be called cute, y’know?” Izuku blinked at her over the top of the large chair. She twiddled her thumbs anxiously as she squirmed. “Y-you know… The nose kiss wasn’t so bad either,” she offered slowly. Izuku’s green eyes blew wide, like two emerald moons floating in white space. Ochako turned bright pink and shoved her face into her hands. “O-oh my! Was that weird? Omigosh, I don’t know what came over me; I’m just super sleepy, hahaaaa!” she blabbed as she attempted to dismiss the strange remark. Slowly, Izuku rose from behind the armchair. 

“Well… I could… I could do it again, i-if you like,” he whispered. Though he wanted nothing more than to crouch back down and bury his body underneath the inch of space between the recliner and the floor, he held fast, swallowing as he stared intensely at the shocked girl. Ochako’s lips drew into a thin line as she considered the opportunity. 

“Okay,” she squeaked. Like an edgy house cat advancing on a strange new object, Izuku crept around the furniture to gradually approach her. Ochako gulped audibly and compulsively straightened as he stopped in front of her. Izuku flopped backward to sit on the edge of the coffee table. He inhaled sharply through his nose and rubbed his hands together, psyching himself up for the little kiss. Come on, Izuku. Just do it already. 

“O-okay. Here it comes!” Izuku huffed, then went bright red, cursing himself for the silly statement. Thankfully, Ochako only rolled her shoulders once before fluttering her eyes and tilting back her head to present her nose to him. Izuku wiggled his fingers relentlessly, not sure what to do with his hands, before deciding to grip the edge of the coffee table as he leaned forward. Quickly, and without any more fanfare, he leaned in to press a light kiss to the top of Ochako’s nose. He jerked back after holding it for a second, his face reminiscent of a tomato’s hue. “Uh… um… How was that?” he asked stupidly. 

“It was nice,” she answered honestly, opening her eyes to smile brightly at him. Izuku deflated like a balloon, a relieved sigh escaping from his lungs. Ochako hesitated a second, then quietly asked, “D-do you want one?” 

“Oh, absolutely!” He realized that he was far too enthusiastic and turned a lovely shade of maroon. Ochako snickered before plopping her palms against his cheek, squishing the flesh a little. She leaned up to lightly peck his nose with her lips. A tingling feeling bloomed in the area, propagating across his entire nervous system, down to the tips of his fingers and toes. He couldn’t help the giddy, toothy grin that appeared on his face as she retreated. “Wow, that does feel pretty nice.” 

“What are you two doing?” 

The pair of them screamed and leaped two feet in the air as Mr. Aizawa’s disgruntled growl scared them out of their skins. The teacher slouched in the hallway, shining his phone flashlight on the two students. They both began stuttering nonsense and pointing in various directions, but Aizawa just glared at them, unimpressed. Izuku finally plucked up the box of animal crackers and thrust it at the teacher. 

“I-I had the munchies!” he explained lamely. Aizawa’s dark eyebrows narrowed. 

“Stop flirting and go to bed!” 

“Yes, sir! Right away, sir!” Izuku shrieked and scurried away from the couch. Ochako followed, the blanket flowing like a cap behind her running form. They bolted for the stairs, terrified that Aizawa stamped behind them, and scrambled up to the landing together. “Wait, wait, wait, Ochako!” he cried and grabbed her by the wrist as she made to flee to her room. Grinning mischievously, he yanked her forward to kiss her nose again. 

“Izuku Midoriya, so help me, if you do not get in your bed right now, you will be on house arrest for a week!” 

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Aizawa!” he yelled and sprang away from Ochako to clamber on all fours up the stairs. He vaguely heard Ochako shout “goodnight, Izuku!” after him, and he fancied her tone to be airily blissful. He dashed into his room and threw the door shut. Exhaling deeply, he melted against the wood, standing there for a few moments to still his pounding heart. 

Yet, it didn’t still completely. Every time Izuku thought of Ochako and her gleeful smile, his heart would resume pumping with gusto. He passed his fingers over the tip of his nose, recalling the sensation of Ochako’s plump lips. He still clutched the box of animal crackers in his hands. Smirking, he rolled the bag closed and sealed the container, then tossed it up in the air and caught it by the side. 

“Heh. Thank goodness for the midnight munchies.”

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[wienerbarnes]

Injury

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)

Word Count: 3,127

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, self-deprecation, Bucky cooking

A/N: yall wanted some extended stories of cheek to cheek so i will deliver as long as the ideas come :) also the gif has absolutely no correlation to the oneshot im just obsessed with the new content we got today LOL anywayyyy if yall have any requests for this pair lmk!

MAIN MASTERLIST | CHEEK TO CHEEK MASTERLIST

Bubbles and foam stick to the curves of his palms, both flesh and metal, as Bucky finishes washing his dishes from dinner. He’s gotten closer and closer to perfecting his bao buns; he only tore open one dumpling when twisting them closed and he remembered to oil the parchment paper that lined the bamboo steamer Sharon got him for his birthday.

He shuts the water off and moves to the left side of his sink to begin drying his now clean china. It’s been a peaceful night in his apartment. Alpine shared the seat with him on the couch while Bucky ate his dinner, hoping some pork would slip out of Bucky’s mouth so he could catch the treat. He started watching some cheesy rom-com before getting bored and just shutting off the television altogether, opting to play some music while he completed his chores instead.

Ella Fitzgerald’s voice fades out and Bucky waits for the small silence in between songs to end. The towel pauses on the plate for a moment as the beginning tunes of Cheek to Cheek echo in his apartment. 

“Heaven, I’m in heaven…”

Bucky continues drying off his glass and remaining silverware as you flash in his mind. He hasn’t seen anything about you nor have you left him any other notes or clues since that day he saw you at the fresh market. He hopes you’re okay. Truly. You were thrown into a life you surely weren’t meant to live at such a young age, barely an adult, and then almost put to death for acting out due to trauma that was out of your control.

Almost immediately after Bucky puts the final dry glass in the cupboard, his ears perk up. He’s not entirely sure what the sound was; he pokes head out from the doorway of his kitchen to see a ball of white fluff still unmoving on his couch, the same position as he was ten minutes ago except tiny ears are standing tall and proud now.

Bucky glances at the windows that are visible and they all still have the lock in tact, the door is still locked as well. Bucky quickly examines the mental map in his head and realizes the only other spot having access to the alleyway next to the apartment building besides his living room windows is the large window in his bedroom. He steps back to the kitchen to grab ahold of one of the knives in the drawer.

As he slowly and silently creeps towards his slightly ajar bedroom door, his ears pick up another heartbeat. Quick, stressed beats hit his ears as he draws closer and closer to the door. He pushes the door open quickly to see his window still half open, lock broken and hanging on the sill, and his eyes meet your heaving frame on his carpeted bedroom floor.

Bucky lets out a sigh and tosses the knife onto his bed before crouching down to help you up.

“Geez, you couldn’t have left some sort of ominous note or another friendship bracelet before breaking into my place?” Bucky scolds as he rests his hands on the tops of your shoulders.

You flinch roughly and cough out a “Help,” that quickly catches Bucky’s attention. He’s able to twist your body slightly so your weight is on your bottom instead of your legs and his eyes immediately catch onto the deep gash along your ribs and the blood pouring around your hands. The blood is coming out of the cut so fast, Bucky can almost hear the gushes. Squirts of blood make there way out from in between your fingers and Bucky notices then just how pale you are. 

He stands and runs to his bathroom to grab his spare bath towels along with a first aid kit. You blood ruins his fluffy white towels and soaks them almost instantly as he pops open the first aid kid and grabs the bottle to sterilize your wound along with a needle and surgical thread to stitch you up. It won’t be the best, but it’ll be enough until he can get you to a hospital.

“N-no hospital.” You whimper. Did I say that out loud?

“Stop talking. Ignore me, just-just stop talking and don’t move.” Bucky stutters and soaks the other towel in alcohol to replace the now blood soaked one. 

This back and forth continues until the blood slows down enough for Bucky to get in there and cut away at your shirt to expose your rib area. 

“Christ, were you mauled by a fucking bear?” Bucky mumbles. The cut is bad. Really bad. He’s sorry for the nasty scar that the combination of this cut and his horrible stitching skills are about to leave on your smooth skin.

“I-I saw it coming, too. I saw it, and I-I still c-came over here…” You trail off, voice ragged and wet. He spares a glance at your face; your skin is wet with a mixture of sweat and tears and your brows are turned upwards in both exhaustion and defeat.

“And-and then I noticed this was your building,” A deep breath, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I couldn’t go to a, to a hospital, I’m sorry,” You voice gets more and more panicked with what little energy you have left.

“Hey, relax, alright? I’m gonna fix it, I just need you to relax, okay? Just relax for me, doll.” Bucky reassures you as he threads the needle. This is gonna fucking suck, I’m so sorry.

Bucky plunges the needle through your skin at one end of the cut and you merely tense; he can tell you’re using everything within you to stay as still as possible. 

The torture continues as Bucky tries to sew you up as quickly and delicately as possible. He finally finishes and goes to grab another towel to clean up any leftover blood that’s glued itself dry to your soft skin.

Bucky dabs gently at your skin and the color slowly comes back to your face. You’re staring straight at his ceiling, face seemingly emotionless, but he can sense the anger radiating off your body.  

“You gonna tell me what happened?”

“Stupid Hydra cunts; what the fuck do you think happened?” You snap. The emotion finally comes out in your voice and he glances at you once more. Your eyes are more wet than usual and his heart breaks for you. God, let this fucking girl rest.

“They get away?” 

“Fucking assholes.” You mumble to yourself, as though you didn’t hear him. Bucky watches a small tear exit through the corner of your eyes and he doesn’t need to ask you again to know that they did.

Bucky grabs your hands and pulls you up slowly as to not let you get lightheaded and his metal hand rises to push stray hairs out of your face. You flinch a little bit, but he continues anyway. Now that you’re sitting up on your own, he reaches his arms behind your head and pulls your hair into a loose ponytail with the hair-tie that’s stayed on his wrist even after his haircut.

He can feel you watching him with wide eyes, probably confused as to why he’s treating you with such caution and care when you’re a serial murderer and kidnapper wanted by the entire planet and you’ve just ruined his window and his carpet.

“I’ll give you some clothes to change into. When was the last time you ate?” Bucky whispers to you, voice remaining sweet and so, so, so gentle.

“What?” You ask, mouth twisting into a small, confused frown. Bucky scoffs and pulls you up by the tops of your arms and helps walk with you towards his bathroom. You lean against the wall and he disappears back into his bedroom and returns with a giant long sleeve shirt and soft pajama pants, a pair of socks rolled into a tight ball resting atop the stack of clothes. He rests the stack on the counter and says, “Holler if you need anything.” before closing the door behind him as he exits. 

Bucky likes the modern look, that’s for sure. Simple, grey and white tones with pops of gold to highlight different spots of the bathroom.You don’t even know when it was the last time you were in a bathroom this nice looking.  Definitely before Hydra, but everything good in your life was before Hydra. 

You take a deep breath and remove your clothes before staring at your reflection in the mirror. Your hair, that you’ve dyed a muted purple since the last time you saw Bucky, is faded towards the tips and your dark brown roots have grown out to your ears. You observe the scars and dark freckles that decorate your skin, spending a few extra seconds the new one you’ve collected tonight.

You did this on purpose. You didn’t see you getting stabbed, but you saw Bucky getting stabbed tonight in his apartment. You don’t know why you traveled two hours into this part of New York to rescue him, or whatever it is you think you did tonight. 

That was fucking stupid. You could’ve gotten yourself killed, or worse, caught. All for what, some fucking Avenger who showed you a little kindness while you were on death row? You’re so fucking dumb, you know that? You think you’re some big hero now or something? That this makes up for everything you’ve done? You’re no hero, you’re the farthest thing away from a hero. Who would even-

“Hey, you alright in there? You didn’t pass out on me did you?” Your self-deprecation is interrupted by a certain soldier’s deep voice coming through the door.

“Yea, I’m fine.” You reassure as you grab the clothes and begin pulling them on one by one.

When you exit the bathroom, you come face to face with the soldier himself. Noses are almost touching and you can smell the sweet and tangy scent of whatever he was cooking on his body. You can’t help but lick your lips at the delicious thought of something to eat and you notice his eyes flicker down to see your tongue poke out between your lips. His eyes meet yours again and he clears his throat before turning and returning back to the kitchen. You don’t waste time in following quickly behind.

… 

Bucky slowly stirs the sweet and spicy sauce with the leftover pork from his bao. He didn’t have the patience to sit for an hour twist small dumpling balls, but the least he could do was warm up what remains of the meat. He also threw in a small bag of frozen vegetables in the microwave, which have about three more minutes to them. Sure, definitely not as good as fresh vegetables, but he doubts you’ll care, or even notice for that matter.

It’s when the microwave beeps that he realizes you’ve been in his bathroom for too long. Maybe your stitches popped. Maybe you passed out from what a shitty job he did on your cut. Maybe you’ve been bleeding out on his bathroom floor this entire time and he’s been too busy stirring pork to notice. Maybe you snuck back out the window. Maybe you snuck back out the window but didn’t jump right and now you’re more hurt on the ground of a dirty alleyway.

Bucky switches the heat off and goes to the bathroom to check on you. 

As he nears the door he softly presses his ear against the wood and he relaxes when he can hear the rapid thump of your heart on the other side. He lifts his right middle finger knuckle to tap on the door, “Hey, you alright in there? You didn’t pass out on me did you?” Bucky teases, hoping to God that you didn’t. 

“Yea, I’m fine.” Comes your voice through the door and Bucky lets out a breath of relief.

The door opens and he feels a bit of heat on the back of his neck at the sight of his oversized clothes on you. He sees the stretch of your collarbones above the large head hole of the shirt he gave you and he sees the tips of your now bright yellow painted toes poking out from the sweatpants you’re wearing, which can confidently assume have the waistband string tied incredibly tight to keep from slipping down. His eyes catch your tongue slip out to wet your lips and his throat is suddenly very dry. He clears it and looks back up at your eyes. Jesus, you’ve just been blatantly staring and checking her out for who knows how long, you creep. Bucky turns and returns back to the kitchen to prepare your bowl of pork and vegetables.

He’s never seen someone eat so much so fast. Shoveling food into your mouth, small dribbles of saliva leaking out of the corners every once in a while, your tastebuds overwhelmed by the amount of flavor. You’re on your third serving already, glass of water barely touched and you continue to eat and eat and eat.

When you finally put the last forkful of pork and vegetables in your mouth is when you finally reach for the water and gulp down almost the entire thing. Bucky would be lying if he said he wasn’t impressed. Reminds him of himself when he had his first real meal after Hydra.

Bucky smiles as you let out a loud burp and he reaches to take your bowl and silverware. 

“Thanks, uh, for everything.” You say. Bucky looks over his shoulder from where he stands at the sink to see you looking at the ground.

“Don’t mention it. I, of all people, know what it’s like after, well, you know.” Bucky stumbles on his words.

“Yeah, well, it’s what I got to do, so,” You stand and he notices you look for anything you might’ve brought, even though you both know you had nothing on you.

“You goin’ somewhere? Got a place you’re staying at?” Bucky asks, shutting off the water and follows you as you pass through the living room and back into his bedroom.

“Is that a joke?”

You step back into the bathroom to grab your bloody clothes from the ground and you go back near the window to grab your shoes that you’re pretty sure flew off your feet when you flung yourself through Bucky’s window. Bucky’s hand stops your movement as it rests on your shoulder. He gently spins you around to face him.

“You nearly got yourself cut in half. With all the blood you lost, you should spend the night here.”

“Don’t you think it’s kinda dangerous to have two of America’s Most Wanted in the same apartment building?” You question, trying to find any excuse to get yourself out of here. You did what you wanted to here, even if it was stupid. Don’t go from stupid to moronic by getting comfortable. No matter how inviting those blue eyes are.

“Technically, I was pardoned by the government, so I'm no longer wanted. I can’t speak on your behalf though. But I’m sure two military trained killers can take care of themselves and each other.” 

“You take the guest room and I’ll take the couch. I’ll lock up the bedroom in case those baddies come back ‘round here and I’ll fix up the lock tomorrow.” Bucky walks over to his closet door and slides it open to grab two fluffy blankets from the very top shelf above his rack of clothes.

He turns back to face you and stares at you until you finally drop your shoes back on the ground. He gives you a small smile before walking out of his bedroom. You hear him lock his bedroom door after you exit and stand awkwardly until he can show you where his guest bedroom is.

Bucky can’t help the grin that spreads across his face when he turns around to see you, looking so small in his oversized clothes, folding your hands together, looking around the room, waiting for him to finish up. He chews on his lip hard to make the smile go away as he steps forward and down the hall to the guest bedroom door. He opens it for you and lets you step inside and glance around the room.

He notices the way you look around the room, making a mental note of everything in it, what can be used as a weapon, what can’t, as well as your eyebrow twitch at the realization that there’s no windows and no other means of emergency escape except through the main door. He doesn’t say anything about it, though. 

“I’ll, uh, be out in the living room, if you need anything. Uh, goodnight.” Bucky says awkwardly as you give him an equally awkward smile in return. 

Sleep comes easy to you that night, but you’re sure it has nothing to do with the supersoldier cuddled up with a little white kitten in the living room outside your door.

…

Bucky wakes up later than usual the next morning. Small claws stretch across his large chest as a very hungry kitten is awake and upset that there’s no food automatically in his bowl that morning. Bucky rubs his hands roughly against his face before swinging his feet over the edge of the couch and standing up. 

After peeling open a can of cat tuna and plopping it in Alpine’s cat dish, he leaves the now satisfied kitty to go see how you’re doing.

He gently knocks on the door and opts to slowly move it open when there’s no response. He opens it completely when he realizes the room is completely unoccupied. The bed is completely made and Bucky feels the sheets to feel them cold. He walks back across the apartment to his bedroom to see your shoes gone as well. 

Bucky won’t lie and say he’s not at least a little bummed out. He was hoping you’d stay a bit longer. So that your wound can heal up, of course. He’s not sure if Hydra experimented on you to make you super but everyone needs some good rest every once in a while. 

Bucky lets out a sigh before moving back into the kitchen to begin preparing his own breakfast. 

“Hey, uh, Alexa? Can you shuffle my music library, please?” Bucky asks politely.

He watches the blue circle shift around before familiar trumpets begin to fill the room. Bucky rolls his eyes and breathes out a humorless laugh as he reaches into the cabinet by his legs to take out a pan.

“Heaven, I’m in heaven,”

“And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak…” Bucky sings along softly.

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[triptychexe]

TITLE: The Replacement SUMMARY: S.O.T meets TROIS for the first time. Nia has mixed feelings about Jin. PAIRING: Mentioned Nia x Johnny GENRE: Uhhhh not sure? Like... Maybe mild drama? WORD COUNT: 1.7k WARNINGS: Swearing A/N: hehe trying a different font for post banners. lemme know if it actually works or if it’s ugly. i can’t really tell. 

Yerin smoothed her hair down one more time, trying to settle the jolts of anxiety that rattled her chest. What was she so nervous about? On paper, there was nothing for her to be anxious over. 

Except if you squint and read between the lines, there absolutely was something to worry about. Yerin took the time to read up on her newest members before meeting them backstage at Music Bank after their debut showcase. All three girls seemed to be promising enough, but there was one member that the leader couldn’t stop thinking about.

Min Soojin was not only the leader of the subunit, but she was the main vocalist and center. All positions that Nia held when she debuted. She was designated to the color red, just like Nia. She had short black hair and bangs, not unlike Yerin’s own signature debut look. Even Soojin’s vocal tone sounded similar to Nia’s. As far as Yerin was aware, this Min Soojin was not just a new member. She was Yerin’s replacement. 

Maybe the word ‘replacement’ was a little dramatic. But the uncanny parallels were enough to make Nia raise her eyebrow in skepticism. Plus the way HBH was marketing Soojin left Yerin no choice but to come to the conclusion that Jin was, without a doubt, meant to be the next ‘Nia’. And that was a hard pill for the leader to swallow.

Sitting with Micha and Eunha on a backstage sofa, she bounced her leg absentmindedly as she surveyed the live footage of the performance on the television in front of her. Her eyes were particularly fixated on Jin. Her vocals were strong, but her dancing was clearly not as strong as the other two. A wave of relief passed over Nia when she noticed the flaw in the new girl, followed abruptly by a pang of guilt. Jin wasn’t meant to be competition, she was her team mate. Yerin had to snap out of it.

“They’re good, huh?” Zim bopped her head along to the music, enjoying the performance. “Hyo has a nice flow and Ame’s stage presence is really charming.” 

“Yeah, Ame’s gonna be popular, I can tell.” Yen smiled proudly, as if she had a hand in the other girl’s performance. “Jin’s even better live than on recording. I heard she was offered a solo contract.” 

“No way,” Zim raised her eyebrows. “I wonder if that’s true.” Nia huffed. “There’s no way. HBH didn’t have any solo debuts planned. I was there for the scheduling meeting.”

Eunha and Micha noticed the icy tone in their leader’s voice.  “It was just a rumor.” Yen muttered under her breath. “Rumors in a small company like ours never end well.” Nia responded a little sharper than she intended. 

Yen rolled her eyes before focusing back on the screen, clapping along with the audience as the song ended. The lights on stage went dark, signaling the end of their debut showcase. 

In a few minutes, the three sweaty and flushed members of Trois entered the dressing room. Hyo’s eyes widened when she noticed S.O.T sitting down and bowed hastily. Ame and Jin did the same, rushing out greetings to their senior members. An awkward air settled over the six girls, realizing that they have never been in a room together before today. 

Nia figured it was time for her leadership skills to shine. She gestured to the couches.

“You should sit down.” Nia suggested. The three girls instantly sat themselves, not hesitating in the slightest. Yerin couldn’t tell if they were just very obedient or very comfortable. 

“Here, we’ll go get you guys some food and some water,” Yen offered. “Oh, you don’t have to-” Jin started. Eunha raised a hand to stop her new teammate.

“Let us do this, we didn’t have any seniors to pamper us during our debut. Let us give you what we wish we had.” Eunha grinned before walking off with Yen in her wake towards the buffet table. 

Nia cleared her throat, uneasy about being alone with the newbies. What should she say to them? 

“Do you feel accomplished?” Nia asked the first thing that came to her head. She only realized how passive-aggressive the comment sounded after it left her lips. The smiles on the girls faces melted into nervous grimaces. 

“Well, we practiced a lot,” Jin looked between her two members. “And we’ve been preparing for this for a long time. We haven’t looked at the footage from the stage yet, but I’m confident that we did a good job.” 

Nia nodded. “You guys were good. I was impressed.” 

The three girls looked between each other with excited glances. “Thank you, Nia.” Jin smiled brightly. “You actually were the one we wanted to get the approval of the most.” “We were afraid you’d hate it and then kick us to the curb.” Hyo spoke up with a smirk on her lips. Jin shushed her friend through laughs, nudging Hyo with her elbows playfully. Hyo fought back, pushing her shoulder into Jin with a giggle. Nia’s eyebrows raised ever so slightly. She’s never had her members play around with her like that. It made her wonder what type of leader-member dynamic Jin had set up with her group mates.

“We didn’t think that seriously, of course-” Ame tried to save her friends. 

“Uh, I did.” Hyo arched her eyebrows. She gave Nia a sympathetic look. “No offense, but you can be really intimidating.” 

Nia chuckled, shaking her head. “Don’t worry, I promise I’m not as bad as I may seem.” 

“That’s a lie.” Yen appeared behind them, carrying plates of food. “She’s horrible the week before a comeback.” 

“Oh my god, before Pose dropped, Yerin was like a dictator.” Eunha shared, handing out drinks to everyone. This launched a retelling of all Nia’s strictest and meanest moments, which evoked a mixture of laughs and mortified chuckles from the three new members. The six girls ate their lunch together, swapping debut day stories, predebut memories and advice.

“Oh my god, wait till you guys go to ISAC.” Micha shook her head, pointing her chopsticks in Ame’s direction. “You are going to get so many male idols coming up to you and giving you their numbers, I just know it.” 

“Oh,” Ame couldn’t say much more, her cheeks flushed bright red. Jin chuckled, giving Ame a nudge of encouragement. 

“ISAC is fun, just don’t get lost.” Eunha shot a mischievous glance over at Nia, who tilted her head back to the ceiling and groaned. One of Nia’s worst memories was getting lost at their first ISAC event, which led to her walking around the gymnasium and avoiding bumping into other idols. There were videos of her awkwardly wandering all over the internet for weeks. 

Jin covered her mouth as she chuckled, nodding her head. “Oh my god, Johnny told me about that! I felt so bad, that sounds so scary!” 

Nia slowed her chewing down. 

“You know Johnny?” She asked, her blood running cold.

Jin nodded, patting the corners of her mouth with a napkin. “Yeah, we met at this club a couple years ago. He’s one of my closest friends. He talks about you kind of a lot.” 

“Oh.” Yerin blinked. “He’s never mentioned you.” 

“That doesn’t surprise me. He probably didn’t want you getting the wrong idea.” Jin nodded in understanding. “Don’t tell him I said anything, but he seems to like you a lot.” Jin winked. Yerin fought off the urge to respond with ‘yeah, no shit’. Johnny has been her almost-boyfriend for nearly two months now. She wasn’t oblivious to his feelings towards her.

Instead she gave a small smile. The tension was tight for a moment until Hyo let out a loud cuss word, causing all the attention to shift to herself.

“Ah damn!” Hyo whined, pushing her chair back. She had spilled her banana milk all over the front of her stage outfit. 

Staff members ran over quickly, handing Hyo a new shirt to change into so they could use stain remover on the blouse before it was too late. In the change of atmosphere, S.O.T’s manager, Hyunjung, rose from her spot at the manager’s table.

“Actually, we should get going,” Hyunjung straightened out her dress pants. “We still have some business to do back at the company.” 

“It was nice meeting you!” Ame gushed as the six girls disposed of their food together. 

“Next time I won’t spill milk all over myself.” Hyo winked. The S.O.T girls chuckled, said their goodbyes, and followed Hyunjung out of the dressing room. 

As soon as they turned the corner, Hyunjung addressed Yerin. 

“You could have been a little more subtle.” Hyunjung said severely.

Nia played dumb. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean staring daggers at Soojin while you’re having a conversation doesn’t do you any favors.” Hyunjung criticized. “What are you gonna do when you have to start promoting with her? People are going to notice the stiffness between you two. I’d say sort it out, but it’s clearly a one-sided issue.” 

Nia’s mouth was agape as she tried to formulate a response that made sense. 

“She knows Johnny though. He’s never mentioned her to me. You can’t expect me to not be suspicious after knowing something like that?” Nia said defensively.

“I mean, I know Johnny too.” Yen shrugged. “I’ve hung out with him before when I went to Yuta’s that time.” 

“Yeah but that’s different.” Nia insisted, rolling her eyes as the group stepped into the parking lot, heading towards their car. “You’re clearly just his friend and I know you. I don’t know Jin.” 

“Just because someone knows your boyfriend doesn’t mean they’re romantically involved with him.” Hyunjung reminded Nia as they buckled their seat belts.

“Johnny’s not my boyfriend,” Yerin said firmly. “Well, at least not yet.” 

Hyunjung glanced at Yerin through the rearview mirror. 

“Then there's really nothing to be upset over, is there?” Hyunjung asked, a single eyebrow arched. 

Yerin didn’t respond, knowing that the conversation was over. Eunha reached her hand across the space between their seats and laced fingers with Yerin comfortingly.

“Hey, you’re still my favorite leader.” Eunha smiled. “And nothing is going to change that.” 

Yen leaned forward from her seat in the back. “You’re my favorite leader on the days we have off.” Yen smiled brightly. “And if I was Johnny I’d rather fuck you than Jin.” 

“Thanks, guys.” Yerin huffed in amusement as their car pulled out of the parking lot and onto the freeway. 

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[lyricfulloflight]

Everything For You

This one is for you @pinkoptics.  You sent in my first prompt: picking fuzz off their clothing From a list of ordinary things that become intimate when you love someone and this is what happened ;).  I hope you enjoy it!

Everything For You

“Stand still.”

Erik gritted his teeth and picked a spot on the wall to stare at as Charles examined him from shoulders to ankles, brushing off lint and picking off extraneous pieces of… well something… as he went.

“How long has this thing been stuffed into the back of your closet?”  Charles asked.

“Um… a while?” Erik answered lamely.

Probably more than a while really.  He might have pulled this suit out for his sister’s graduation, but that had been years ago, before he’d even moved into Charles’ place.

“You should have told me about your show sooner.  I would have sent this to get cleaned.”

“When exactly would you have had time to do that?”  Erik queried.

Charles had to be the busiest person he had ever met.  Teaching classes at Columbia, spending absurd hours at the lab doing research, staying until the janitors kicked him out of his office typing up journal articles, and still accompanying Erik every weekend to the Mutant Youth Center to volunteer, teaching teenagers everything from chess to how to control their mutations.

“I have my ways.” Charles replied, brow arched.

“There’s no way I would have bothered you with cleaning the suit, but I should have told you about the show earlier.  You are coming, right?”

“Of course I’m coming.  I am annoyed that my roommate and best friend didn’t tell me about the biggest show of his professional career until, oh, four hours ago – but there is no way I’m missing your triumph.”

Looking down at Charles, picking bits of fluff off his old dusty suit, doing his best to make Erik as presentable as possible, Erik felt his heart lurch in his chest.  He couldn’t quite figure out why he hadn’t told Charles about the show until today, scant hours before he had to leave to meet with the gallery director and make sure everything was perfectly set up for the show tonight.  Charles was, however unbelievable it may be, his best friend and biggest supporter.  By all rights, they should never even have met.

Erik, a thirty year old ex-mechanic who’d quit his job to start a new career as an artist and Charles, twenty six year old academic genius and one of the youngest professors to ever be employed at Columbia. Two opposites living together because of a combination of luck and misfortune.

The luck had been Erik’s.  Finding a posting on Craigslist for an ‘Artist’s Apartment’ listed with a very reasonable monthly rent, Erik had jumped at the chance to see the place. He’d arrived to find what had to be the most perfect space for an artist – huge open living area, giant windows, concrete flooring, brick walls, 16 foot high ceilings.  He’d also met Charles, in all his khaki pants and cardigan wearing academic glory.  Charles had happily prattled on about how his sister was an artist and had been using the apartment, and how she’d kept everything open to make it accessible for him, but now she was in Paris with no plans to return to New York for at least a year.

That had been over two years ago.

The misfortune had been Charles’.  He’d been in charge of renting out Raven’s apartment and had been happy to lease it to Erik.  He’d been the perfect absentee landlord; never bothering Erik, always on top of sending a repairman when needed, never unexpectedly increasing Erik’s rent like some of the shady characters Erik’s had dealt in the past.  Then, six months into his lease, Charles had shown up on Erik’s doorstep one night, soaked to the bone and dragging one sad looking suitcase and a backpack.  It was one of the most pathetic sights Erik had ever encountered.

After ushering Charles in, giving him time to change into dry clothes and making him a hot cup of cocoa, Erik had found himself on his couch with Charles, who had explained, cheeks flushed, and voice apologetic, his current unfortunate circumstances.

Apparently, Charles was rich.  Erik did not find this piece of information particularly surprising.  Charles looked rich, he talked like he was rich and he dressed like he was rich.  Charles’ wealth was a given.  That he had horrible relatives who had kicked him out of his home and were suing him for all was worth, which had left him with all his assets frozen and no where to live was more of a shock.  Charles owned Erik’s apartment – outright.  He’d bought it for his sister five years ago and it was currently his only option for living accommodations (Charles’ words, not Erik’s).

Erik couldn’t have kicked the man out if he tried.  Charles looked like a puppy, a small blue eyed puppy, who’d been kicked out into the street and left to fend for himself and had no idea what to do with himself.  Erik might not have been the most friendly, easy going guy, but his mother hadn’t raised him to be a jerk.  He’d told Charles in no uncertain terms that he was more than welcome to stay as long as he needed to and had then gone to clear out the spare room (which had until that moment been full of sculpting tools and materials). Charles had thanked him profusely, sworn up and down he wouldn’t be a bother and then passed out on the bed within minutes.

Two years later, they were still living together.  Perhaps at first glance they were unlikely roommates, but somehow it all worked.  It worked kind of perfectly, if Erik was being honest.  Erik got up early every morning to run and by the time he got back to the apartment, Charles was always up, a cup of tea in his hand and a steaming hot container of French press coffee on the counter for Erik.  Charles didn’t care that Erik didn’t own a television and took up most of the living room with his sculpting work.  Instead, Charles would coax Erik away from his work in the evenings and they would watch documentaries on Charles’ laptop, propped up on Charles’ very fancy hospital grade bed, eating popcorn.

Charles was the best roommate Erik had ever had.  He was also the best friend Erik had ever had.  When Erik wanted to quit sculpting because he was sick of taking commissions for things he wasn’t inspired to sculpt, Charles was there to sit beside him and pull him through with encouraging words and a glass of delicious scotch.  If Erik’s mom stopped over to fuss over him, take over the apartment, and complain about both Erik and Charles’ single status, Charles was always there, effortlessly changing the topic and making his mother smile.

When Erik had first heard he’d succeeded in getting his first major gallery show, Charles had been the first person he’d wanted to tell.  He’d come home that night with every intention of telling Charles and then… he hadn’t.  He didn’t say anything the next day, or later that week, and then it got to a point where it was weird that he hadn’t said anything, because he clearly should have, and that had made Erik lock the information about his show away like it was a forbidden secret that Charles could never know about.

Today, the day of the show, he’d finally cracked.  He needed Charles to be there.  He couldn’t imagine the night without him.  He was finally showing the world his art, not replicas, not commissions, not what someone else wanted, just his own creative visions as a sculptor, and he was proud to be showing that off to anyone who wanted to look, but the truth was, well the truth of it all was, the person he really wanted to show it to was Charles.  

The thing that had been holding him back, the thing that had almost caused Erik to never tell Charles about the show at all, was the idea that Charles might not like Erik’s work.  That all those hours Erik had spent, working in his separate studio space he’d been able to rent this last year because of his success with commissions, all the pieces Erik had created with Charles in mind; that they might not even appeal to Charles was terrifying.

When he’d finally told Charles about the show today, it had been a relief.  Charles knew.  And Charles had looked… incandescent.  He had glowed with pleasure when Erik told him, his whole face alight with happiness. Erik had desperately wished he was in his studio right at that moment so he could capture the expression on Charles’ face in clay, or stone, or even sketch it in charcoal. He’d probably never be able to do it justice, but damn if he didn’t want to immortalize that look – surely no one had ever looked so impossibly beautiful as Charles had in that moment.

“You don’t have to go to the lab?”  Erik asked, because frankly, any other Thursday night Charles would have ensconced in his lab work until at least nine o’clock.

“I can miss one night.”  Charles shrugged. “I think you may finally be presentable.”  He wheeled back and gave Erik an appraising look. “Yes.  No lint, no dust, no pieces of god knows what.”

“I should get going then.”  Erik was reluctant to go, he’d much rather stay here with Charles, but if there was any night he needed to be timely and professional, it was tonight.

“I shan’t keep you a moment longer.”  Charles smiled, looking up at Erik. “This is your night and I am so very proud of you, Erik. I’ll see you at seven o’clock.”

***

Charles sat in front of the sculpture and stared.  

The gallery was packed with people milling about, chatting, drinking wine, and gushing over Erik’s work.  Charles had arrived half an hour ago, only ten minutes later than he’d planned (which was rather good by his own personal standards), and had yet to see hide or hair of Erik.

He had, however, seen quite a bit of his art and it was astonishing.  Oh, he’s always known Erik was talented.  He never doubted for a moment that those long, graceful, yet calloused fingers could mold clay into anything they wanted.  He’d seen Erik’s sketches, he knew the man had talent. Being in a room full of Erik’s art, large, imposing, never afraid to shock an audience, was another thing all together.

Charles had been stuck in front of this particular piece for ten minutes.  He couldn’t seem to make himself leave, and since he was in a wheelchair, no one had had the gall to ask him to move.

“Do you like it?” A deep voice behind sounded behind him.

“Do I...” Charles whirled around to look up at Erik, struggling past the lump in his throat. “I...Erik, it’s… gorgeous.  It’s gorgeous and profoundly moving, and… is it… this might be ridiculous, it is ridiculous, but is it supposed to look like me?” Charles asked incredulous.

Because the sculpture behind him was a man, a serene, soulful looking young man, leaning against a tree and he might have been any young man, but Charles could see, from his positioning, to the overly thin nature of his legs, that the man sitting on the ground, book in hand was not capable of walking.

“Of course it’s you.” Erik replied, typically blunt and forthright.

“I’ve never looked half so handsome, of course.”  Charles joked.

“You look twice as handsome right now.”

Charles gaped up at Erik, his mouth hanging open.  Had Erik just said… he couldn’t have meant…  Charles was certainly in love with Erik, and had been almost as soon as he’d moved into Raven’s old apartment with him, but to think Erik might feel something for him… it was simply unfathomable.

“You inspired every piece here, Charles.”  Erik continued. “Every one.  I wouldn’t be here tonight without you.”

“Of course you would be!  You’re the artist, Erik, not me.  If I helped in any way, well, I’m very glad of that, but this, all of this, is you.” Charles argued.

“No.”  Erik shook his head and then knelt down so were face to face. “This is for you, Charles.”  Erik insisted, taking Charles’ hand in his. “You are my muse.  I don’t sit down to make a piece and not think about you, about how you make me feel.  I love you.”

“You love me?” Charles winced as his voice broke like a teenager.

“I love you.” Erik repeated and squeezed Charles’ hand. “I know you don’t feel the same way and that’s fine -”

“I feel the same way.”  Charles interrupted breathlessly. “Of course I feel the same way.”

“You...what?”

“I love you.” Charles said, and he couldn’t keep himself from smiling. “I love you, you incredible man.”

And he reached forward, cupping Erik’s jaw with his hand, pulling him forward and kissing him, slow and sweet and deep.

“So,”  Charles whispered when he finally pulled himself away from Erik’s lips, “am I going home with my boyfriend tonight, then?”

“Yes.”  Erik grinned his gorgeous toothy grin. “Yes, you are.”

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