#must’ve been so random to y’all I’m sorry

[4mnji]

FORGIVE ME, BABY ᡣ𐭩 eren yeager x reader

synopsis: u find out ur fwb has been fucking other girls on the low and u hate being one of his options, so he comes over to “apologize” to you

warnings: kissessss, pussy eating, fingering, orgasm denial, choking, pet names (baby, my love, princess), eren is just a lil mean n nonchalant 😠, reader is kinda possessive hehe 🎀, reader and eren r both in their 3rd year of college, once again written with a black women in mind but anyone can read

wc: 1.4k

a/n: here’s another fic that has been collecting dust in my notes for a hot minute. i hope yall enjoy 💋

you’re chilling on your bed, scrolling through instagram bored outta your mind when you get a call from your fuck buddy, eren. you shot up from ur position on the bed making sure u looked good enough to answer the facetime call. when you were just about to pick up, you stopped in your tracks and let it ring until the call eventually went away.

you wanted to pick up, you really did but you had remembered that just a few days ago mikasa, your best friend, had sent you a screenshot of one of her instagram mutuals close friends post with a message undernesth it saying “isn’t that ur man??”. you clicked on the screenshot and it was a picture of eren and some random girl laying in bed, eren with his face buried deep into her neck displaying all the hickeys he must’ve gotten from her with her hand touching his back. you instantly knew it was eren because of the tattoo behind his ear. obviously you knew you and eren weren’t together and probably would never be, but you just couldn’t stand the sight of seeing him give the d to anyone else who wasn’t u when he could simply just hit you up if he wanted a good fuck. your phone dinged 2 times, making you snap out of your trance.

rennie 💋💋

why u ain’t pick up?

i have ur location, ik ur ass is home.

you rolled your eyes at his messages, deciding not to text him back and just call him instead. he picks up on the first ring, instantly questioning you, not even giving u a proper greeting. “why didn’t you pick up?” he says with a blank stare. “well hello to you too” you scoff which doesn’t go unnoticed by him but he chooses to ignore it. “i was in the bathroom.” you lied. eren nods his head, looking away from the camera not saying anything. there’s a moment of silence before he breaks it and shifts his focus back onto you. “i wanna come over, i miss you.” you shake ur head laughing a bit at his statement. “you don’t miss me, you was just with some other girl like 2 days ago. if you really missed me you would’ve came to me instead of her” eren opens his mouth to speak, but you countinue talking. “eren, you know how i feel about being one of your lil hoes. if you wanna have multiple girls on your roster and pick and choose who u want to fuck on what days, you can get the fuck off my line because i’m not gonna be apart of that bullshit.”

eren sighs and doesn’t say anything for a couple of seconds. he thinks about his next actions and choice of words carefully. on one hand, he can argue with you, which would then lead to you not talking to him for a week, ignoring all his messages and calls and then eventually you’ll get tired of doing that and tell him to come over so y’all can “talk”. or he can just agree with whatever you were saying—and he chose the latter. his patience was wearing thin, he actually did miss you and he didn’t want to jeopardize his chances of seeing you with some stupid argument.

after thinking out his words he finally speaks “you’re right princess, i’m sorry” he says trying to sound as sympathetic as possible. honestly, eren didn’t give a fuck if u did or didn’t like his lifestyle, he does whatever the hell he wants to do. however, he didn’t want u to get any more upset with him than u already were, so he decided to make u feel like u had the upper hand so u would let him come over.

you were about to open your mouth to say some slick shit to him because you knew that these type of conversations between the two of you always ended up in some type of back and forth argument, so you were taken aback when he not only agreed with what you were saying, but even apologized. and eren never apologizes. “im right?” u question, confusion laced in your tone. “yea baby, you are and i’m sorry for making you feel that way. i’ll stop fucking around with all these girls i promise, just let me come over so i can make it up to you properly” after hearing all of eren’s empty promises and him actually “agreeing” with what u had to say for once, you folded immediately and told him to come over. you probably would’ve been standing on buisness a little bit more if u didn’t crave his touch so much but you did, you needed wanted him badly.

once you gave eren the green light that he can come over he was there in less than fifteen minutes and had you butt naked on your bed in less than five.

“keep your legs up, baby” eren instructs and u do as he says. you lift your legs up, locking your arms around them to keep them in place. eren begins to kiss all over the lower half of your tummy and slowly trails down to your pretty pussy. his kisses are so sweet, slow, and sensual that is has your toes curling in the air.

“mmm ren..f-feels good” you mutter out while letting out soft moans. eren hums, which sends a little vibration into you. eren knew u were close, even if u didn’t tell him u were. he was always so good at reading u like a book, but for now he decided to play dumb by pulling away and pretending like he didn’t know why u let out that little grunt when he did. before you can question why he stopped he starts rubbing on your puffy clit while looking into your eyes.

“y/n, i really am sorry that i didn’t come to you the other day. i don’t know what i was thinking princess, you think you can forgive me?” eren coos at you, with a little smirk on his face that goes unnoticed by you since your head is in the clouds with the way he’s rubbing on you. when he doesn’t get a response he slaps your pussy, earning a loud whine from you. “you didn’t answer me my love. you forgive me?” he asks again. “y-yes eren…i-i forgive you!” u hardly manage to let out.

eren smiles at you before he gives the lower half of your stomach another wet kiss. he moves his head back down so he can start making out with your pussy again. he’s being so sloppy with it but lord it feels so good. you try to push eren’s head away but he doesn’t let up and instead starts adding two of his long digits into your wet pussy while eating it.

you had no more strength left in your body to push his head away with the way he was eating and fingering your pussy. “erennnn im so closeee!!” you whine. and just when you were about to have your release, eren stops. he lifts his body up so he can sit down straight on the bed and he looks down at ur trembling body and just laughs.

“rennn what are u doing…?” u question quietly. eren rests his large palm on the right side of your cheek “i’m glad you forgive me, but you know…” he pretends to think for a moment, “i never got an apology from you for telling me what to do and you know i hate that bossy shit” his hands slides up to your neck and he gives it a little squeeze just enough to make you cough a bit. you rest ur smaller hands on top of eren’s, mentally hoping that you can make him forgive you and he’ll forget about all this and just make you cum.

“r-ren i swear i wont do it again im really sorry i-“ eren cuts you off and leans down to press a quick kiss onto your lips that were now swollen from you biting on them previously. he lets go of your neck and gives you his signature annoying (but sexy) smirk and god you wished you could slap that stupid look off his face, but you’re in such a weak state right now from how he was eating you out </3.

“show me how sorry you are and maybe i’ll think about forgiving you, sound good princess?”

#forgive my shitty smut writing </3 #anyways i’m working on an ony fic yayyy #eren yeager #eren x black fem!reader #eren x black y/n #eren x black reader #eren yeager smut #eren x reader #eren x black!reader #x reader #eren aot #eren smut #aot fic #4mnji ᯓ★

[smallestapplin]

Random thing of meeting Ingo and Emmet’s dad.

- when you are firstly introduced to your lovers’s dad, you were terrified. He stood tall, with an angry scowl on his face (much like Ingo’s, though deeper, and the lines of age on his face only made it look more menacing.) his wide frame took up most of the door frame.

- It was on accident, you were just stopping by to bring Ingo and Emmet some lunch.

- “Dear! I’m so sorry, we got so caught up in work we forget to mention it.” Ingo still happily took your homemade lunch, as did Emmet. “This is our dad! Dad, our darling we were telling you about!” Emmet smiled.

- The man’s expression barely moved before he held his hand out to you, “Arthur.”

- You shake his hand, giving him your own name, but he merely nods and sits on the sofa in the office.

- You were almost scared to look to the much older man, he had those same alabaster eyes, but they weren’t familiar to you as the twins’s were.

- The twins are and chatted with you and each other, as they told stories of today.

- Arthur, however, wasn’t saying anything, seemingly just relaxing to his sons voices. Emmet is pouting cause you haven’t given him his daily dose of affection, but that twin link tells him enough.

- But luckily for you, they know just how to break the ice.

- In the middle of Emmet telling you what happened today, Ingo chimes in “yeah, your plan backfired so badly. It reminded me of the time you slammed your own hand in the car door, that dad was teaching us how to fix, thinking it was mine.”

- You snort, only for your laugh to be deafened by the louder one next to you. Arthur leans back in his seat, cackling.

- Emmet whines “oh great, now both of you are against me.” Knowing just what’s going to happen.

- You’re shocked when Arthur pulls out his wallet, letting the long album fall from it, and showing you a picture near the bottom.

- “That’s us at the hospital. Had to make sure he didn’t break anything.” You’re stunned, you can hear the joy in his voice, remembering the time fondly, even if his face doesn’t show it.

- “What about that one?” You point to a picture higher up, one of the older pictures he has.

- Silver eyes soften at it.

- “That one? Ah, they must’ve been no older than five, and they somehow got into my train kits that I kept when I retired.” He chuckles “they had oil stains on their clothes for weeks.”

- “Dad, please, no more.” Emmet grimaced, knowing there is no stopping Arthur when he gets started.

- And there is no stopping you when you see cute pictures of your boyfriends when they were younger.

- “Ooo what about this one?” You point to a picture of them as kids, covered in mud with a equally muddy Herdier, while Emmet holds up a Tynamo.

- “Daring, please-“ Emmet groans, once again cut off.

- “Ah that’s them with my Herdier, Pepper, she’s a good old girl, kept those two in check when I wasn’t around. I came out back to call them in for dinner, and found ‘em all absolutely filthy. Turns out, they used her so Emmet could catch his own Pokémon.”

- “So, what about Ingo and Chandelure?”

- “He got that one from me, and my little Lilac at home, she’s my lampet.”

- You found it so easy to talk to him, falling easily into a full blown conversation with him as he answers your questions, and tells you stories of what it was like raising Ingo and Emmet. He’s more than happy to show you pictures too! You found out he use to work at gear station as the engineer, in fact he usually stops by as some of his friends kids work here too.

- “Ya know, y’all should come over for dinner sometime.”

- At this, the twins perk up.(as they had given up trying to stop their father from telling you all their embarrassing stories.)

- “Oh! How about this weekend?”

- “Yes! Yes! We are off then!”

- You can’t help but get excited, wanting to meet their dad’s Pokémon, and wanting to see the bigger album.

- “I’ll get to that then. Y’all be safe, and boy.” The twins knew, jumping up and giving their dad a hug.

- It was funny watching Arthur lift Ingo and Emmet up in either arm, and hugging them tightly, so tightly you can hear their backs pop.

- “No overworkin’. Either of ya.”

- He looks to you, and you can tell his happy. “It was nice meetin’, I’m glad these two found someone.”

- You three wave him out as he leaves.

- “Why didn’t you two tell me your dad was an absolute sweetheart?”

- Emmet groans, while Ingo sighs.

- “Cause we knew he was going to show you that wallet album, he refuses to get rid of.”

- “It’s the first thing he shows people.”

- “Aw, that’s so cute.”

- You know it’s embarrassing, but it’s cute their dad is still a big part of their lives.

- Even if you did focus on the pictures of when they were little, you still saw the pictures at the end of the album wallet.

- Pictures of the twins in high school, pictures of their gym badges, and pictures of what looked to be a not too old family game night.

- You can only imagine what fun things await for you in the bigger photo album.

- Their dad might not want to embarrass them, but you do.

#oc #submas oc #oc.arthur #pokemon #pokemon x reader #submas x reader #listen their dad is a big baby and just wants to tell everyone he loves his sons and is so proud of them

[skoulsons]

I agree 10000%. Idc for Abby/lev at all. I understand the symbolism they were going for but it was such a huge disappointment for me. I played TLOU when it first came out, fell in love with Joel and Ellie’s father/daughter dynamic, and then waited years for part 2 just for Joel to die and then the pov to switch.

If they wanted to kill him so bad I wish they would have done it in a better way. Beating him to death?? Then having Ellie being forced to watch it??? Sickening

But also yeah idk how much of season 2 I will watch. I’m a little happy it’s been delayed. I know once it’s out Joel’s death scene is going to be everywhere and I won’t be able to escape it. I just hope they add as many flashbacks as possible.

Sorry this turned into a random rant in your inbox

Oh yeah, loving the first game so early on and getting attached only to then experience tlou2 after many years of waiting must’ve sucked

tlou2 discussion of Joel’s death under the cut, so scroll if you don’t want to read

I’ve grown a bit neutral of his death. Not neutral in how it makes me feel because I cry blood every time I watch it, but in understanding. Yeah, of course we love Joel and he deserved to live forever especially since he finally got a life with Ellie, but also… he had what was coming to him. As much as anyone else in the apocalypse, he did some really bad stuff. As my friend Z likes to talk about (and what I tend to agree with) is some guy from Joel’s past as a hunter/raider coming back for some sort of revenge. To me, that sounds more interesting and compelling. But whether we like that route or the canon route of the doctors daughter, Joel’s choice still caught up to him

Now I DO wish he died differently. Sure, in context of the game sure it makes sense and the abby / ellie parallels with their dead fathers and then the road to revenge and yada yada, whatever. But I do wish it was done differently. Saving Ellie, particularly. Sacrificial love. Something like that. Have him risk his life or something, I don’t know. Sacrificing himself just fits me view of him and the kind of man he is. To put himself out there, to protect Ellie to make sure she gets out and is safe. To kill himself for her, basically. But we didn’t that, so

That’s one thing about season 2 (and 3 if they are truly splitting the game up into separate seasons) for me. His death is really violent in game, I don’t know how they’re going to put into the show or how much worse (or better) they’ll make it. The game in general is overall very violent and I don’t know how they’re going to bring all of that into a show that really didn’t include a ton in the first season

Holding out hope for flashbacks and domestic Joel and Ellie time in their life in Jackson as a happy little father and daughter 🤞🏻 I will be hurt in a major way and will need a way to combat the emotional hell I will be put through

I don’t know, it’s a whole big discussion to have and could go on for a while, so I’ll shut up 💀 hope this was coherent cause it sure doesn’t feel like it

Don’t apologize!! I like when y’all come in here 🤍

#L answers

[theshadowrealmitself]

Oh my god I forgot to elaborate on that, I don’t just agree with that one anon that Jazz wouldn’t match well with ancient ghosts, I think a part of her would really dislike them for a couple of reasons

1. Ancient ghosts and customs that she can’t innately understand/trust as an halfa would stress her out, and make her feel like she’s not being a “ghost” correctly

(and being someone who thrives on perfectionism, having something make her feel like she’s terrible, and there’s no way to fix that would be something she’d hate)

2. She’s too independent to follow old ghosts and laws and customs that she doesn’t understand and hasn’t been a given a reason for why she should

3. Something about giving in to ancient ghost stuff would make her feel like she was following her parents’ path and she doesn’t know how to explain how or why that makes her so upset

And 4. She’d meet Aragon and physically would not be able to trust any ancient ghosts after that one

#i hope this is coherent #I Am Tired #danny phantom #dp #halfa!jazz au #jazz fenton #can’t believe I forgot to explain a chunk of my reasoning before doing a couple of posts related to that chunk #must’ve been so random to y’all I’m sorry

[bonky-n-steeb]

I have a request for Andrew's Peter parker 🥰

A meet cute where the reader hangs out at a skate park listening to music or sth and Peter just rolls by on his board, noticing her and being mesmerized. Then he goes crazy trying to get her attention by doing tricks on the ramps and stuff but ultimately fails and kicks his board in her direction unintentionally almost hitting her and she scolds him, screaming at him for being reckless. But in the end he invites her to a cafe to make up for almost giving her a black eye.

Fluff, Angst, smut idrc 😄

ahsjsnsiegsjsyt… this is literally so cute, I’m overflowing with love.

— meet cute

summary || your and Peter’s meet cute

warnings || fluffy fluff!

I hope y’all like this!

You gasped when the new guy almost flew into the air before landing smoothly and rolling over. You had to give it to him, that boy had moves.

You had been sneaking watching him, in between mindlessly scrolling your phone, to not look like a creep, as he performed really good, but quite dangerous tricks.

You didn’t know why, but you felt like he was watching you after every single stunt he pulled. Must be your imagination.

The guy was cute, super cute. But you couldn’t just ask any random stranger out. Also it would be all in your head and he might not be even looking at you.

Peter was trying really hard to get your attention. He could feel your eyes on him as he skated, but when he looked back, you were always lost in your phone.

When he had come into the park, he had seen you sit by and shake your head to the tune blaring in your ears, and he hadn’t been able to look away since.

He was increasing the levels of difficulties of tricks to just get your attention. He could hear your breath hitch when he just jumped off the ramp.

This time though when he looked, you were staring right back at him. His lips spread into a goofy smile and he decided to try the hardest one he knew.

You smiled back at the guy and you could see as he started rolling towards you, without breaking eye contact. It was like a trance you both were out in where you sillily looked at each other.

But that trance was broken when the skateboard slipped from beneath Peter’s legs and flew right at you. Gladly, you ducked down just in time for it to not hit you.

You saw as Peter landed straight on his ass and slipped down the slope of the ramp. Now that must’ve hurt.

You rushed over to look at him only to see him smiling up at you. “Oh my god! Are you okay?” You asked as he climbed up as if nothing had happened.

“Yeah! I’m fine.” You looked at him for a moment trying to map out any injuries. “Are you sure? You fell down real bad.” He was walking regularly as if he hadn’t just fallen down.

“Yeah yeah. I’m good.” He ran his hand through his hair and you couldn’t help but think how cute he looked while doing that.

“You know you should be more careful, right?” The worry in your tone had somehow changed to anger. His smile dropped that very instant, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you….”

“I’m not talking about me. The way you fell, you could’ve easily broken your hip bone. You shouldn’t be doing the tricks you don’t know how to do properly.” You said pointing a finger towards his chest.

“No no! It’s not like that. I do know how to do it. But when someone as pretty as you is looking, a boy can get a bit flustered.” He looked down at you shyly as he said.

The moment he said that, you smiled slowly and your face heated up. You ducked your head down and Peter’s cheeks were hurting with how hard he was smiling now.

“I gotta compensate for almost hitting you.” You looked up at him and it felt like you’d never get tired of staring at him. “Ohh really?” You asked teasingly.

“Hmmm… would a coffee with me make up for it?” You pretended to think for a moment before you answered, “A coffee and some donuts would surely make up for it!”

#tgif #drabbles #peter parker #andrew garfield #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter x you #tasm! peter parker x reader #andrew garfield x female reader #peter parker x female reader #andrew garfield x you #andrew garfield x y/n #peter parker oneshot #peter parker smut #peter parker drabble #peter parker headcanon #peter parker fanfiction

[aliceblisss]

Spencer catches midsize reader dancing along to a sexy song and gets embarrassed because her tummy jiggles and sticks out 😩

If u want!

OMG YES! I love!! Tysm for this request!

I am not plus size or midsize myself but I wanna try my best to give you guys the representation y’all deserve!! So if I step out of line or say something offensive do not hesitate to let me know!

I’m gonna do this in third person to capture both povs.

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It’s been a long day for her. She’s tired and all she wants to do is get comfortable and put on some music.

She puts on a random playlist and pours herself some wine. She takes off her bra and lets out a long sigh of relief. She changes into a comfy crop top and pajama shorts. She lets her hair down and massages her scalp to release the tension that had built up during the day.

She dances around her home freely, swaying to the music, letting go of all the stress. She’s alone, so she doesn’t care how silly she might look, she feels amazing.

Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande comes on and the rhythm takes over her body completely. As she dances she starts to get more and more into the song. She sways her hips, flips her hair, runs her hands through her body and begins to feel unbelievably sexy.

Every insecurity suddenly escapes from her mind. She forgets every negative feeling towards her own body in that moment as she dances unapologetically to the music; she even starts to sing along.

The music is so loud she doesn’t realize her boyfriend, Spencer, had gotten in using his key. And her eyes being closed, she didn’t notice when he simply stood there, amazed by the sight before him.

He was awestruck by her beauty in such a natural and vulnerable state. He’d seen her naked before of course, plenty of times. But it was the first time he’d seen her be so free.

His eyes scanned her face, her neck, her breasts, her tummy, her butt, her thighs, her legs. Her whole body moved to the music, every inch, and he loved it.

To him this was the sexiest he’d ever seen her. But the moment was quickly over when she opened her eyes and was startled to see him standing there.

“Holy shit! Spence you scared me!” She yelled at him, her face flushed red.

He chuckled, “I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to. I just didn’t wanna stop you”

Suddenly all the insecurities that had left her mind started flooding back. She instinctively pulled her shirt down to cover her belly.

Spencer noticed this and walked towards her, he gently took her hands and took them off the hem of her shirt. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

“I just,” she couldn’t meet his gaze, “nothing, it’s nothing. I’m just startled that’s all”

He leaned down to find her eyes with a look on his face that read, I’m not buyin’ it.

She recognized this look and knew that he knew something was wrong. She sighed, feeling defeated. “I didn’t want you to see me like this”

She thought of the clothes she had on, how unflattering she believed they looked. How embarrassed she was because he must’ve seen her tummy and body jiggle. Her eyes started watering.

“Hey hey hey,” Spencer was quick to grab her face and shower it with kisses all over. He hated to see her cry. “See you like what baby? You look beautiful”

“You’re just saying that” she sniffled.

“No I’m not. I loved seeing you dance. You looked so free and sexy. And I love your body and how it moves. It’s beautiful, you’re beautiful” he reassured her sweetly.

He then got on his knees and started peppering kissed all around her arms, her tummy, her thighs. This tickled her and made her giggle.

He looked up to see her smiling and whispered, “There she is”

She got down on her knees and kissed him passionately. He wrapped his arms around her body and she began to feel beautiful again, just like she did just moments ago when she was dancing.

She figured that if he worshiped her body, she should too.

#ab requests #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid request #spencer reid fluff #boyfriend spence #body love

[andrew-minyards-bitch]

aftg as things in my school

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Renee: did y’all know that fanfic sites can’t be accessed during school hours?

Dan: …and why do you know this?

Renee: …

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Kevin: *gives a throughout explanation on how the Middle Ages worked in Europe, explaining Christianity to Neil because Neil has a history text in his next class period*

Kevin: *continues to explain how feudalism was the government system during this time*

Random student on campus: are you trying to preach Christianity?

Kevin: …

Kevin: I’m an atheist 🤨

Student: ohh oh, sorry!

(this is in no way shape or form an outlay of what i believe to be Kevin’s belief, this is a comedic expression of what happened in my school between my personal interaction w another person and since I *was* discussing history i feel as though it suits Kevin’s character)

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Kevin: so like can we bring…?

Wymack: no!

Kevin: soda?

Kevin: I haven’t even finished my question?!

Wymack: I’m sorry I thought u were going to say alcohol and i was like ? is he for real

Foxes: ALCOHOL IN A SCHOOL BUILDING LMFAO

Dan: stop- I was literally panicking because I thought he was going to say alcohol

Allison: PLS me too

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Renee: can we bring those fake wine from weddings?

Wymack: NO!

Nicky: but it’s fake!

Wymack: [looks between Renee and Nicky] no no no no no no no no no no no no!

Matt: but but it’s just grape juice!

Wymack: it’s like you guys want me to get fired or something

-

Wymack: yeah so like I’ve been recently informed by my girls (in 1st period class but since this is aftg let’s just say “team”) that I’m the “dad” of the school? And Abby is the mom?

Whole team: ummm…yeah about that

Wymack: I thought I would at least me a cool uncle yk w/ my tattoos and all

Wymack: Id at least think that yk the tattoos will make me look cool, I don’t think I’m that old to be a dad

Upperclassmen, under their breath: parent! Abby and Wymack era, fucking knew it

Wymack: I do have a question though, if I’m the dad and Abby is the mom then how does Bee fit into this?

Andrew: Bee is the cool aunt

Renee: yeah, she would let us have sparkling grape juice

Wymack: no!

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Wymack: [calls Kevin outside of the court]

Foxes: ooohh he’s in trouble

Bee: yeah busted!

Bee: Imagine your dad being your coach, that would be hell

Foxes: agreed!

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Wymack: yeah.. my dad wasn’t a very good father

Matt: oh? I’m sorry, what happened?

Wymack: he left when I was 3 and when he visited he was always just punching me and getting mad

Matt: that must’ve been hell

Wymack: yeah, so like if you ever have conflicts w/ you dad yk you can come to me, I can empathize w/ you

Wymack: 😐

Matt: (ಥ﹏ಥ)

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Allison and Aaron: [gets into a fight]

Renee: um.. Andrew? hello? are you going to do anything about this?

Neil: [films the whole thing]

Kevin: [eats an apple]

Nicky: [does zumba classes and randomly squats in front of Aaron and hollers]

Other sport players in the college campus: [trying to stop it]

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Upperclassmen and the “Monsters”: [gets into an argument]

Them: [blocks the way bc they’re all standing up and arguing and are seconds away from throwing hands]

Neil: i’m just trying to get to my math class wtf

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Aaron: help me study

Andrew: am i smart? yes do ik how to study? no

Aaron: 😑 me too but like pls just do ur best

Andrew: fine

Aaron: [studying for his biology quiz on thursday]

Aaron: and so this dude named Theodore Schwann had a bald spot on his forehead

Andrew: ???

Aaron: bald.. balls lol

Aaron: anyways so you can put balls in boxes which you can’t do with cells, wanna know why? because cells aren’t boxes

Andrew: this is how you study?

Aaron: [throws stank eye]

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Allison and Seth: [make out near the women’s bathroom w/ tongue]

Kevin, knowing damn well that Seth can hear him and thriving off of it: hey Aaron! I just saw this dude kissing his on/off gf near the mf WOMENS BATHROOM

Aaron: that is unsanitary

Kevin: right!? and like shoving their tongues at each other and it was the most disgusting thing i’ve ever witness which is saying something because i slapped cold peanut butter on the table and got cut by a plastic spork on the first day of school

Seth: [stares at Kevin as they walk down the hallways and Seth is literally standing right next to Kevin]

-

Allison: guys there’s a bee in this class!!

Matt: slap it?

Dan: girl it’s near you

Allison: oh my god..

Dan: don’t move!

Renee: [gets up and goes to Allison, slaps the bee that’s flying around her head, bee lands on Allison’s hair, she freaks out, Renee thinks it’s dead and holds said bee with her bare fingers]

bee: [stings her]

Renee: ouch 😟🤨

Wymack, after Renee gets back from the nurse w/ a swell on her left thumb: she looks so offended and clueless as to why the bee stung her, she looked so confused and hurt too 😭

-

Renee: Abby I got stung by a bee

Abby: how’d you get stung by a bee?! did you do outside or something?

Renee: no, it just bit me

-

Jean: imagine being so unlucky that a bee stings you while you’re inside of a school building

Renee: IK!

Jeremy: omg look there’s another bee!

Renee: if you don’t stop!

#wymack is my history teacher #such an icon honestly #every dialogue fits what he has said during his class except for the calling Kevin out of court one #history teacher does not have children in school #that was one of the students in my class and his dad #the dean was calling him and my history teacher was like OHHH BUSTED #and talked about how much he would’ve hated if his dad was the Dean #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #tfc #andrew minyard #kevin day #aaron minyard #allison reynolds #renee walker #dan wilds #neil josten #matt boyd #nicky hemmick #jeremy knox #jean moreau

[unknownwriting]

Same!! Aside from the top 3 you listed, I generally don’t hate any character. Sure, if I see a bad character, I’d either go “Ehhh, I’m willing to forgive you... to some extent” or just “Nope, I dislike you”. But I don’t immediately think of them (except for those 3) when I go to my mental “hated characters” list. Thanks for answering 😊

Also, guessing request are open since your recent post said so, but the description says it’s closed...? I’m gonna take your word for it, and hopefully don’t offend you 😅

May I request Crocodile, Lucci and Kid with a crush on a fem. reader that’s a hopeless romantic? Just thought the dynamics would be adorable with how their personalities are portrayed >w<

As for what I personally classify as a hopeless romantic... it’s not so much the suaveness or charm. Sure, we love ourselves a gentleman that can remind us chivalry is not dead, but it’s more about finding “the one”. And “the one”, which we’re meant to find (kinda like a soulmate), has got to be able to show their sincerity. You can shower me in gold without the most genuine of feelings behind it, and I’d take one look at you, scowl and walk away. Small actions are weighed more heavily if the feelings behind them are sincere. A paper crane with a sweet note on it? My heart would straight up melt.

Figured it’d be interesting since I can imagine them trying to win her over with their perfectly crafted facade only to have her grimace in response since it’s not entirely genuine. We hopeless romantics are “in love with love” and could love practically anyone, but that’s only if they’re sincere.

ｓｕｍｍａｒｙ- having a crush on a hopeless romantic

ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒｓ - Eustass Kid, Lucci, Crocodile

ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ - none :)

ａ/ｎ - Hopeless Romantic gang rise up 😫✊🏻 also akdjdid omg I totally forgot to even change the request until I saw your request. Thanks so much i hope you enjoy

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Eustass Kid

This man?? Having a crush?? Not in a million years....well it must’ve been a million years because the Captain of the kid pirates has found himself crushing over a common bartender

There is not anything special about you anyways, just a girl around his age who is stubborn, easy to talk to, and cute. He could find someone like her almost anywhere, but the thing that got him was how stubborn she was.

Kid could flirt all day and try and get you to come with him. But you just wouldn’t come, turning him down each time. It was so frustrating, seeing how you didn’t even flinch when Kid spoke but it was also nice. Kid loves a good challenge.

Of course, didn’t stay on the island the whole time, he still had other things to do, but he did come back often to meet up with her. Kid was not gonna let a perfectly good challenge slip away from him. So it’s easy for y’all to quickly become friends with how often Kid comes by and visits you. It only then did Kid finally realize why you kept turning him down: you were a hopeless romantic searching for the one and as far as you were concerned Kid was not it

When you told him that though all he gave you in return was a confused face and a curse word. ‘The fuck is ‘the one’?’ Kid has never heard anything of the sort, and it didn’t come as a surprise either. Kid was a very loud, mean, frustrating guy who probably only slept around.

Now that the 2 of you got closer, you decided that you could at least tell me, explaining why he doesn’t have a chance. Going over what you imagine your soulmate is just gonna be like definitely grossed Kid out, but he still listens trying to use your explanation as a hint

Long story short it didn’t work that much. Kid was farther from the mark each time he tried. At least that’s what you thought, the more time you spent around the red-haired captain the more selected traits would stand out to you. Traits that you told kid yourself.

Although with the fear of finding the wrong one and only wanting Kid because he’s convent to you, you didn’t say a word not even a peep to him. There would be no way to know that he is the one he’s so different then what you thought. With doubt still sitting in the back of your mind, you decided to keep quiet for now. It wouldn’t be bad to just enjoy his company for a while

Crocodile

LMAOO AJSJSJD I KINDA FORGOT CROCODILE’S PERSONALLY WAS ALREADY TO FAR IN. I’m so sorry but I hope you still enjoy

As soon as Crocodile had laid his eyes on you, he knew exactly what type of person you were a troublesome girl who is still obsessed with finding the one, your soulmate.

He tries his best to stay away from people like you, but it’s hard to do that when your working for him. However he still tried his best to stay away, but then you just always appeared where he would be. You failed the realize it but Crocodile definitely noticed it and just couldn’t stop thinking about it.

From there on out he kept looking at you where ever he went, wondering when and if you would show up. That’s when he finally realized, he has a crush.

It took him a while to approach you and to even get you to talk, but once he was able to, he constantly, being subtle about it, tried to when you over with small gestures of romance.

Which of none has even persuaded you. You had the idea of falling in love with your soulmate. Crocodile can spoil you as much as he wants but that won’t change your mind.

Although the gift he did give you was sweet, somewhat unexpected. Some days it might be a rose, others it might be bracelets, other days it might be a bag of money. Half of the time you thought it was whatever he had on him at the moment.

Aside from gifts he also let a lot of paperwork side which was probably the best thing he could’ve done. But you still did them all, although he was acting very out of character and being unbelievably kind, there was no way you were to gonna take advantage of him.

It frustrated him, it really did. The fact that you didn’t even budge but at the same time he found it very admirable. Having such a strong will and not settling for anything better than your soul mate. It’s a nice challenge that he would definitely accept.

Rob Lucci

Each one of these men loves a good challenge. It’s just a known fact. So when Lucci learned that he was getting a new member on his team he treated her the same way he treated everyone: cold yet with respect. However, he failed to notice just the type of girl you were.

Talkative. Talking to everyone about anything. It’s doesn’t matter who it was you always found a way to talk to them. Whether it was Lucci or Kaku or just some random worker. You always found a way to talk

That was the first challenge. Just getting you to shut up, whether it was by intimation or if it was force, whatever it was, that was his first challenge what came next he has no intention of. You were....actually nice to talk to.

when you were rambling now Lucci could feel his expression loosely and a small, very small smile on his lips. You seemed to be a kinda nice person to talk to and Lucci doesn’t mind you. Maybe you were even nice enough to have a crush on. 

With Lucci’s newfound crush, he had no idea what to even do. Besides a few nightstands, the man has never really been considered with the idea. and to make matters worse, he overheard you talking about ‘the one’ as if he was supposed to know what that means. After asking around a bit he was able to figure it out and concluded that he wasn’t it.

Although he wasn’t ’the one’, what’s a challenge if you don’t at least try. So starting with the first thing he could think of he slowly began to participate in the conversation with you. It was awkward and weird but you thought it was cute in his own little way. At least he was trying.

Surprisingly it didn’t take long for the 2 of y’all to warm up to each other. From there, Lucci was able to learn more about you and just how to win you over. He wasn’t as bold as the other 2 but he did try his best to make it noticeable.

You were definitely quick to catch on to his change and to what he was doing but being strong-willed and all you continued to turn him down. Lucci just wasn’t your type and you felt bad for telling him that but it was true. However, Lucci is not gonna give up on you that easily. Once Lucci accepts and challenges there’s no going back

#one piece x reader #one piece #unknownwriting💕 #crocodile x reader #rob lucci x reader #rob lucci #eustasscaptainkid #eustass kid x reader

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oppa! | ot7 (prologue)

Description: Being raised by a caring yet distant father, a close, tight-knit family is the one thing you have craved in your short life. After your adventurer father remarries a rich woman, you’re stuck with seven new brothers. Seven very hot, very different men. 

This is not what you meant by family.

(Based on the anime and game Brother’s Conflict, but with a twist.)

Prologue

Genre: Fluff | romance | later angst and smut. PG

WC: 2k

Warnings: For this chapter, none other than cursing.

(After some readers wanted me to post Oppa! on Tumblr, I have delivered! I really hope y’all like this haha)

[ The prologue delivers hints on who each brother will be. These hints will be bolded. Some will be very apparent, some will not. ]

Rubbing your head, your eyes glazed over the notes you took from yesterday’s lecture in preparation for today. Were you on drugs when you wrote these? It looked like chicken scratch. Was that drool in the corner?

Your ears perked up at the strains of loud music coming out of your friend’s Airpods. Hyerim, your closest friend at University, seemed oblivious as she bopped her head to the hard beat. Several classmates around the lecture hall noticed too, yet weren’t as accommodating as you and sent judgemental looks towards Hyerim.

“Hyerim,” you whispered, aware that class was starting in a few minutes. She didn’t respond, still nodding along to the music.

Pursing your lips, you plucked the small pod out of her ear. “Hyerim, your music—”

She gasped, eyes lighting up in excitement. “You liked it? Okay, so I was listening to this random rapper on SoundCloud—”

“Your music's too loud —” you hissed.

“—but the real feature is the producer, who made this beat. His name is Yoongi—” Hyerim continued on obviously, caught up in her own world.

“—that’s lovely, but can you turn your music down—” you pestered, looking around worriedly.

“—but his producer name is Gloss and he’s so talented and hot and his voice —”

Seeing the majority of the seats in the hall being filled up, you clamped your palm over her lips. She let out a whimper, finely shaped brows frowning at you.

“Have you not noticed the five separate glares you are currently getting at this moment?” you said between gritted teeth, enunciating each constant hard. You stared down each person around you who was giving Hyerim looks and, embarrassed, they averted their eyes and busied themselves with something.

“Oh wait, what?” Hyerim exclaimed. Closing a fist over her AirPod, the music continued and her eyes widened as she realized how high she had turned up the volume.

Hyerim turned to the person on her other side. “I am so sorry,” she said apologetically, the random student smiling awkwardly in acceptance.

Rolling your eyes with an unbidden smile poking at the edge of your lips, you turned back to the disaster of your notes. How were you supposed to understand this lecture when you barely wrapped your head around the last one? However, you honed in on your Calculus woes to ignore how your phone burned in your pocket and the latest text you got from your father...

So focused on your lamentation, you didn’t notice the boy behind you clear his throat. Nor did you notice the second or third time he did, each one getting progressively louder. As you attempted to retrace the argument on your paper, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Excuse me?”

Whipping your head around, you craned your neck upwards to see where the tap had come from. To your surprise, you saw a very cute-looking boy, bangs pulled into a top knot, smiling apologetically at you from behind you.

“Hi! Yeah, do you need anything?” you smiled.

A blush rose on his chiseled cheekbones and he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m super sorry to bother you about this, but I dropped my charger right next to your chair. I- uh, would you mind—?”

“Of course! No worries, it happens,” you comforted, bending down to get the coiled white wire from where your bag sat. “Here you go.”

He got up from his seat to hunch over the lecture hall desk to meet you in the middle. You eyed the large difference between each of your hands’ as you handed back the charger, as well as how huge his shoulders seemed up close.

“T-Thanks, I really appreciate it.”

“No problem,” you replied, turning around to open your laptop.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Hyerim’s mouth partially open in disbelief.

“You need something?” you prodded.

“I—” she took a glance at the boy behind you, as if confirming something— “I’ll tell you later.”

Shrugging, you zeroed in at the lecturer at the front of the hall.

“Alright, so what was that about?”

Your Calculus lecture had just ended, and the two of you were in the mob of students leaving the lecture halls to get to lunch.

Hyerim looked surreptitiously around, black bangs swishing around her face. She leaned in like she was about to share the juiciest piece of gossip, and you unconsciously did so too.

“Did you know who that is?” she asked, her voice a whisper.

You felt your forehead crease and you gave her a look. “No, I did not.”

“Really?!” Hyerim pitched her voice high in disbelief.

You gave her a dry look.

It was her turn to roll her eyes. “Sometimes, I swear you’re in your own world, Y/N.”

Incredulous, you opened your mouth to argue but she waved a hand in front of you.

“That was Jeon Jungkook, Y/N! How do you not know him?”

“Oh yeah,” you snapped your fingers. “He’s that Streamer dude, right? He games and shit.”

Hyerim nodded slowly.

However, you frowned. “I heard he was intimidating and cold and stuff. Are you sure that was him? Charger boy was super nice.”

“That’s the point! It was Jung Jungkook and I have never seen him acting this soft. What did you do, ma’am? Snap him? Flash him?”

“Who do you think I am?” you sputtered. “All I was doing was thinking about how much I hated Calculus, not— not seducing someone!”

Your friend gave you a suspicious look, but decided to let go of the topic. Shaking your head, you walked past the gates of Yonsei university and into the city proper on the lookout for your favorite food place. The beeping of horns, buzzing chatter, and the small of smog filled the air as you zig-zagged between side streets to avoid busy roads.

“Excuse me,” you muttered as you pushed your way through a mob of women all entranced by something above you. Since they were not moving, you huffed and decided to see what was worth all the hype.

It was a huge, flashing LED billboard that was the central focus of the square. On it, a very sensuous looking man with blond hair and a velvet, tight-fitting suit doing some very slick moves in a dark concert hall.

Happy Birthday Jimin! It read in bright white font.

“Wah, oppa is so handsome!” a woman, who must’ve been 5 years older than the man on the screen squealed behind her white medical mask. “I’m so glad our ad turned out well.”

Her friends agreed and ooh and aahed along with her. You turned around to see if Hyerim was following you but she stood, entranced, with the mob of women on the sidewalk.

“You can thirst over him later, preferably when I am well fed,” you snapped irritably, pulling at the pink flowy material of her blouse.

She pouted but acquiesced, taking your hand as you dragged her though the intersection. All you were focused on were some good dumplings, after the mental aerobotics Calculus had forced on you and the emotional stress your father was putting you through. As you turned the corner, you breathed a sigh of relief as you saw no line.

Nestled between a large office building and a parking deck, this tiny Japanese restaurant was a favorite among Uni students for its cheap prices and good food. You usually had to arrive here early to beat the line of students and office workers that gathered here for their dinner breaks.

The cute sign that said Umaido flashed brightly above your head as you entered the restaurant. To the side of the main sigh, a smaller print reading “by the RM Group” glowed, subdued.

Waving over a pimply teen, you ordered two servings of gyoza and waited for Hyerim. She ordered a very conservative meal of sushi and some salad, and you both watched the waiter retreat. Something glossy caught the attention of your eye, and you saw some magazines on the shelf next to your head. The main one in the middle, which looked like a new age artsy publication with a cult following, was simply titled with a white V at the bottom corner.

Like a robot that was powered off, you collapsed in your seat and put your head in your hands. You really did not want to look at your phone.

“Was Calculus really that bad?” Hyerim winced in sympathy, neatly patting your head.

“It isn’t Calc,” you mumbled. “It’s Dad.”

Her expression turned down even more. “What happened?”

Lifting your head from your arms, you propped your chin on your palm and looked out the window. “You know, you’d expect for someone to give you important news in person or at least over a phone call, right?”

“Yeah?” Hyerim asked, lips pursed in confusion.

“Like, if you got remarried or something , you would at least tell your loved ones in person or at least over the phone, right ?”

“... Shit, Y/N.”

Fumbling for your phone in your bag, you ignored the notifications and pulled up your latest conversation. “Look what he texted me this morning!”

Hyerim took your phone and scrolled through it with a manicured fingernail.

Dad : I wish I could call you, but I’m somewhere with limited service.

Dad : I just wanted to let you know I got remarried to this amazing woman, Kim Seoyeon, a few days ago. We met and just clicked, something I haven’t felt since your mom.

Dad : She has seven sons, all of them are grown up. I’m worried about you living on your own, so I’d like you to move in with them. Details coming soon. Love you.

Hyerim was speechless, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “I’m sorry, what?”

“My dad has gotten spontaneously remarried to some random woman and now wants me to move in with her sons. Like, geez, it’s not like life changing news was delivered to me in less than a hundred words!” you hissed, voice getting higher and tinged with a bit of hysteria.

“Your dad sucks,” Hyerim pronounced, taking a pointed sip of her iced water. “Seriously.”

“Hey, my dad is not that bad,” you defended. “It’s just… he’s a bit distant. Absent-minded. But he’s cared for me in the best way he could.”

“You and I have very different definitions of what constitutes good parenting, Y/N. This man left you largely on your own since you were five, and now he gets worried about you living on your own? Something's not right,” Hyerim retorted.

Ignoring her in favor of the food that arrived, you practically inhaled twelve of the fried gyoza. Rolling her eyes at your typical running-away behavior, she primly dipped a piece of sashimi in soy sauce and took a dainty bite.

“So? What’s the plan? Are you going to stage a rebellion and stay in your apartment, or go stay with some random men?”

Your response was cut off as cheers broke out from the corner of the restaurant, where a large group of men and women were huddled together.

“Cheers to our National win!” a man announced, his face already a bit flushed. “To Neuron!”

“To Neuron!” the group cheered loudly, and lifted up their shot glasses in celebration.

“To our leader, J-Hope!” the same man pronounced brightly, some sake sloshing over the tip of his cup.

“Hoseok!” the group whooped louder, more rounds going around.

As their cheers quieted down, you turned back to Hyerim. “I don’t know. I think I’ll decide when I meet them. They could either all be idiots or they could be chill. I really hope for the latter.”

“Good plan, good plan.”

An awkward silence permeated the booth since both of you were at a loss to say something.

“Onto lighter things, “ Hyerim forced out brightly, clapping her hands. “Let me tell you about my younger brother’s really hot doctor. His name is Dr. Kim and he’s tall and…”

As Hyerim continued to babble on about the tall, handsome pediatric doctor, you felt a buzz in your pocket.

Dad: Their address is 111 Hannam-dong, Yongsan-su

Dad: They’re ready for you.

Can you guess who each stepbrother is and what they do? Comment below!!

Arc 1: Stepbrother Introductions will be released on February 15th at 8pm ET. It’s about ~15k words of getting to know these boys. Please look out for it!

#btswriterscollective #btsgoldnet #bts x reader #ot7 x reader #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #namjoon x reader #jin x reader #hoseok x reader #bts fluff #yoongi x reader #bts fanfic #stepbrother au #bts imagine #bts poly au

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extra drabble #2: love is in the air and it’s rubbing it in right on pediatricsurgeon!jungkook’s face as he’s reminded that he’s awfully single once again. that doesn’t mean he can’t gift a special someone something, right?

or in which, jungkook thinks you’d look nice with tiffany & co. jewelry around your neck. (hospitalplaylist!au)

📍drabbles masterlist

‘‘What do you think she’ll like?’’ Taehyung asks Jungkook as they peruse through the Tiffany & Co. counters filled with expensive jewelry. 

The youngest shrugs his shoulders, ‘‘Shouldn’t you know? You’re the boyfriend,’’ he comments, but it only garners him a displeased side-eye from his friend. 

‘‘Why do I even bother asking for your help? You haven’t had a girlfriend in over a decade.’’ Taehyung mumbles, shaking his head as he keeps analyzing the sparkly bracelets. ‘‘So until you have one, don’t even try to use the I’m the boyfriend and I should know argument…women are far more complicated than that.’’ 

One of the pediatrician’s eyebrow raises, curious about the neurosurgeon’s words. 

Jungkook blames Med School for his lack of ‘‘women knowledge’’. His dating life was basically nonexistent all throughout the years he was studying to get his degree and although he did try his best to go on a couple of dates after he got his specialization, he had realized that he was absolutely clueless about how to even date. 

If he could grade his dating skills, Jungkook would give himself a less than average score. 

He has to give credits to his friend. Although the older male was stressed about getting his younger girlfriend the perfect Valentine’s Day gift, at least he was trying. The neurosurgeon isn’t a patient person at all, and on any other occasion, Taehyung would’ve picked anything at random, swiped his credit card, and called it a day. 

Jungkook doesn’t understand why does one put themselves through so much stress for one day. He’s a firm believer that there shouldn’t be a predetermined day to be romantic with your partner. Then again, Taehyung is right, the pediatrician hasn’t dated in a hot minute so what does he know? 

The neurosurgeon clicks his tongue as he starts to think that he won’t be able to find anything for Yoonah in this store. He’s about to call Jungkook over to tell him that they should try Cartier next, but he holds himself back as he notices the youngest is stuck staring at one of the showcases displaying the latest arrivals. 

Taehyung chuckles, placing his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder and startling him. ‘‘Thinking about getting someone something for Valentine’s?’’ He asks, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. 

Jungkook laughs nervously, ‘‘No! I uh─’’

‘‘I think Y/N would really like that, don’t you think?’’ Taehyung interrupts him, a teasing tone to his voice. He actually has no damn clue what you even like, but he thinks it’s funny to pester his friend, especially when it comes to you. 

It’s almost comical how embarrassed Jungkook gets whenever you’re romantically implied to him. 

In any other moment, he’d tell Taehyung off. What does the neurosurgeon even know about what you like? This time, however, Jungkook remains silent as he looks back at the necklace that had caught his attention. Two interlocked pendants hanging delicately from the gold chain. It is something you would like. 

‘‘So, are you gonna get it?’’ The neurosurgeon asks him, it almost feels like he’s cornering the youngest into swiping his black card right then and there. 

Jungkook stammers, lips slightly ajar as he debates inside his head if he should. 

He’s really not the type to give people gifts, not even to you. Although he did give you that spa day certificate last year, it was only because his mom had given it to him in the first place and he couldn’t seem to find the time to use it, regifting it to you because coincidentally you had been complaining about knots in your back that same week. 

 ‘‘Let’s go,’’ the pediatrician mumbles, tugging his friends’ jacket to get him to leave the store. 

There’s a really vivid picture of you wearing the necklace with a big smile on your face that he can’t seem to get out of his mind now. 

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You’ve always had mixed feelings about Valentine’s Day. 

On one hand, you think the festivity is cute. The hospital gets decorated with pink and red colors, there are heart-shaped paper banners hanging from the walls and there’s even free candy all over the place! 

On the other hand, it serves as a yearly reminder that you’re terribly single and have no one to spend this day with. Of course, you could always do something with your friends. Sadly, your friends are all busy doctors. Besides, you are very aware this day is marketed for couples. Whoever came up with the friendship idea must’ve been single and felt left out. 

You already have plans of your own anyway. A bottle of wine and a family-sized bag of your favorite chips are waiting for you at home, you’re only left to pick what movie will be the chosen one for tonight. 

The debate of what rom-com to watch is stopped as you enter your office, a gasp escaping your mouth as you notice the bouquet of flowers over your desk. Your eyebrows raise in surprise, taken aback by the sudden surprise. 

You hadn’t been expecting anything from anyone. You were quite content with the amount of candy you had received, but something like this was far away from your mind. 

It almost even scares you to look at it closely. Afraid it could be a terrible joke or a simple mistake someone had made, an arrangement wrongly delivered to you instead of the original owner. That’s a possibility. 

Mustering up the courage to get closer, you pick up the bouquet to notice there’s a small blue box snuggled between the pretty flowers. Your eyes widen because...Tiffany & Co.? Yes, this must be a mistake. 

There’s no note attached, which only makes you wonder who could possibly this gift be for. 

You can almost hear a little devil Yoongi whispering from your shoulder finders keepers, it’s only fair since it’s in your office anyway. But there’s also ethical angel Namjoon on your other shoulder telling you to do the right thing, which is to head towards reception and ask who had entered your office and left it behind. Which you do ─ angel Namjoon rejoices as devil Yoongi swears he’ll get away with it someday. 

The receptionist is typing away at her computer’s keyboard, registering the new files into the system as she notices you approaching with the bouquet on hand and she stops her work to smile at you. 

‘‘Hello, Doctor Y/L/N! I see you got your Valentine’s Day gift, heading home already?’’ She asks curiously. 

You chuckle, ‘‘I think there’s been a mistake.’’ The comment makes the receptionist’s eyebrows furrow together, confused at your words. ‘‘I don’t have a Valentine, so there’s no way this is for me. There’s not even a note attached to it.’’ 

‘‘Ohhh, I see.’’ She says in a tone you can’t quite pinpoint, getting back to her typing quickly. 

You clear your throat, ‘‘I was wondering if you know who went inside my office today?’’ 

The receptionist refuses to look at you again, eyes focused on the screen in front of her. She shakes her head no, ‘‘So many people come and go, I lose track of them!’’ 

You sigh, defeated. The receptionist takes one last look at you before you leave, ‘‘That gift is for you, Dr. Y/L/N.’’ Your gaze moves back towards her, but you can tell her lips are sealed. Whoever left this behind must’ve asked for secrecy. 

Looking back down at the bouquet in your hands, you smile slightly at the idea of this being yours. Someone actually gave you something for once. 

The receptionist chuckles at your flustered cheeks and the smile you’re biting back from spreading across your face. 

----

Jungkook’s phone buzzes as he steps outside his bathroom. It’s a message from the group chat and he quickly opens it, fingers beginning to tremble as he hopes it’s the long-awaited message he’s been hoping to see throughout most of the day. 

[9:30 PM] Y/N 🥰❤️: i think i have a secret admirer? 

[9:30 PM] Seokjin: Welcome to the club! 

[9:31 PM] Namjoon: Why? Did you get something today? 

The message that proceeds is one that makes Jungkook’s heart stop momentarily. It’s a selfie of you smiling, a gold necklace being the main focus as it sits pretty on your chest. These are the moments the pediatrician doesn’t question Namjoon’s diagnosis, he is crushing hard.

[9:34 PM] Yoongi: It looks expensive, good for you Y/N. 

[9:32 PM] Taehyung: omg :0 

[9:33 PM] Taehyung: that necklace looks awfully familiar…..

Jungkook is too busy staring at the picture to even notice Taehyung’s teasing. 

It’s just like he had pictured, but much better. 

a/n: hiii guys happy valentine’s day!! my gift for y’all is this drabble <3 pining 101 is a crowd favorite and i feel rlly guilty abt abandoning it :( but i HAD to write smthn for these two for vday!! hope u enjoyed n sorry (again) for the wait :P ps: although this is an extra drabble, this does take place during the main drabbles timeline!

#jungkook au #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #jungkook drabble #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook au #jeon jungkook drabble #bts drabble #d: pining 101 #kept it cute n short y'all for once

[plush-rabbit]

Truth or Dare

Word Count: 5K

A/N: I hope the “😳😳” means something good slkslks. Also yall seen that tiktok where someone calculated that his middle (or ring) finger is 4.5 in?? Because hewwo handsome (also i realized that you never stated if you wanted it to get nsfw so that’s why it stops suddenly!,, sorry!!)

“Hey Tomura-” you nudge his foot with yours under the table- “look at me.”

“I rather not,” he comments, scrolling through his phone, a slight twitch in his shoulder as he responds. You tilt your head at him and lean forward to rest your elbows on the table, chins in your hands as you smile sweetly at him, waiting for him to pay attention to you. “I can feel your staring.”

“It’s an important question,” you lilt, legs bouncing. “Promise it’ll be worth your time.” You lift your head and hold a pinky out towards him. 

“If I answer it, will you leave me alone?” He lifts his head and through the mask you can see his eye peer at you, squinting in a scrutinizing gaze. You nod eagerly and he gives a wave of his hand, motioning for you to continue. 

Your legs come to a still and you pinch your thighs together. “Okay! So,” you smile eagerly and you pause as the door opens and the rest of the League walks in, slumping down in random spots far from each other, only Himiko and Jin choosing to sit next to each other, “I was going to go out later today and I wanted to know if you wanted me to get you anything?”

His shoulders visibly slump and he gives a light shake of his head. “That’s what you wanted to ask?” He sounds indifferent as he asks, not quite annoyed at your question but not overly excited either. You nod and lay your hands flat on the table. He groans and his hand curls, fingertips pressing against the back of his hand. “Get me some snacks. Like-”

“I know,” you roll your eyes with a smile. “We’ve known each other long enough; I think I’ve already picked up your snacking habits.”

He scoffs and you see his eye roll. “Fine. I expect the correct snacks then or I’ll dust something of yours.” There’s a smile in his voice and you smile back at him, nudging him with your foot once more and pulling your leg away as he tries to do the same. 

The both of you sit in silence, nursing on the water bottle that sloshes with each delicate movement. The room is filled with quiet murmurs of Himiko and Jin, too low to make out what exactly their saying and when you raise your head, you smile at Dabi who simply narrows his eyes and turn his head to the side, amber liquid in a clear glass disappears down his throat and the glass is tapped against the wooden table, water rings forming around. 

Tomura stands from the table and you look up at him, neck craned as he cracks his own neck. “I’ll be right back,” he murmurs to you and he walks out the door leaving you alone at a table.

There’s movements in your peripheral and when you raise your head you’re greeted by a wide grin belonging to Himiko. It’s sweet and wide with a light blush dusted on her cheeks as he rocks back and forth on her heels. You raise a brow and give her a half grin. 

“Hi Himiko, what can I help you with?” You motion for her to sit and she does so, never taking her golden eyes off of yours and she sits on the chair, a leg hooked over the other and taps her fingers against the table.

“You and Tomura-kun are close aren’t you?” You raise a brow at the nickname and nod your head, smile still playing at your lips. She huffs and leans back in her chair, nails curling at the table. “How come? You were here even before Dabi and I, right?”

Your smile softens and you nod slowly. “Yeah-” you scratch the back of your neck and turn towards the door where Tomura had left only moments ago- “I’ve been here for a while. I’d say, uh, a bit before the U.S.J. Incident?”

“Woah!” Himiko looks at you with wide eyes and she turns her head and calls over Jin with a wave of her hand. “Jin! They’ve been here since the U.S.J. Incident! Isn’t that so cool?” She turns her attention back towards you and when Jin takes a seat next to you, you give him a smile. “So that’s why you and Tomura get along so well?”

You nod and lick your lips, eyes dancing across the room as the others have now started to watch the light interrogation. “Yeah. Time’ll do that you know. Have people grow closer and stuff.” You smile gently at her and it turns playful. “He’ll never admit it, but he cares for all of us.” Your eyes narrow and you give a half-hearted shrug. “In his own way of course.”

In the back of the room Dabi snorts and shakes his head. He rises from his seat and the chair scratches against the floor. Eyes are on him as he walks over to the growing table, and he takes his place next to you, turning to give you a ravening smile. “So you’ve been with that bastard for a while now, huh?” His eyes glint and you shrink away from him, your legs stretching out under the table and knocking against Tomura’s still empty seat.  

“Don’t be rude,” you defend, turning your attention towards Himiko. “Why are you suddenly so interested anyways?”

She blinks owlishly at you and then shrugs, her grin softer and when she speaks, her voice is laced with curiosity. “I don’t know much about you. I thought it would be nice to get to know each other.”

You chuckle and lean against the back of your chair. “What? Like twenty questions?” 

She shakes her head and her lips curl and her sharp teeth are exposed. “More like truth or dare.”

“What? Like the kid’s game?” Dabi’s voice is gruff but he doesn’t sound disinterested. He tilts his head and his eyes flicker back to the empty glass he left behind. “Shit’s childish if you ask me.”

You stick the tip of your tongue out at him and give him a deadpanned look. “Well you don’t have to play, if you don’t want to.” You turn away and raise your arms in the air. “Atushiro! Shuichi! Y’all wanna join?” You lower your hands and grab your water bottle, bringing it close to you. “The more the merrier.”

They share a glance with each other, and slowly Atsuhiro removes his mask and his eyes are exposed. He rises from the seat and takes a seat next to Himiko. Shuichi sighs and runs a hand nervously through his hair and walks towards the table, taking the spot next to Dabi. Tomura’s chair remains empty.

“Well Himiko,” Jin says in a quiet voice, leg jerking as he talks and his hands tap against the table, “you wanted to play. Go ahead.” 

She nods at Jin and turns her attention back towards you. Your heart pumps erratically and you can feel your stomach drop. “I’ll go easy on you,” she says, her legs swinging under the table, coming to a halt as she opens her mouth. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you answer immediately, not trusting what dare she’ll come up with.

She frowns momentarily. “Why did you join Tomura even before Stainy and the attack on U.A.?”

Your eyes widen and you’re taken aback. “Huh. Um, okay.” Your hands slide away and rest on your lap. “If I’m being honest- which I have to be- I guess it’s because I believed in him.” You frown and your eyes land on the empty seat. “He had so much passion. And I was alone during the time and he offered a hand and I took it.” You pause for a moment and a slow smile graces your features. “He has a goal and I’ll help him see it through.”

“Truth or dare?” Jin asks and you turn to him, a frown replacing your smile. You might not have played the game but you were sure your turn was supposed to be next.

“I thought it was supposed to be my turn,” you comment with an inquisitive tone.

“Still your turn. We’ll get a chance and then you get one after,” he comments quickly, giving you a lazy smile.

You open your mouth about to argue but decide against it. “Truth,” you say slowly, sliding your feet against the floor, and giving him an odd look, not entirely sure where the game is heading towards. 

“Did you have a life before all of this?” He tilts his head and his stare is deep, intrusive and there’s a stop in your heart. 

You open your mouth and the door clicks open. You all turn towards the sound and Tomura walks in giving you an odd stare where you respond with a jerk of your head, motioning for him to sit. “We’re playing truth or dare,” you mutter quietly as he sits down. You clear your throat and brush your index along the tip of your nose. “Sort of? I had friends- a few- and family but society just wasn’t for me. I was just sort of drifting if that makes any sense.”

Tomura narrows his eyes and his hands fist over the table. 

“So you left people behind?” Shuichi asks, his eyes almost sad and voice tight. “Must’ve been a shock to see you gone.”

A sad smile takes over and you shrug. “Yeah, well, that’s just how it is. We all have a dream and hero society right now won’t allow for that to happen so,” you drift off and nod your head, “yeah.”

“Truth or dare,” Atushiro comments, a gloved hand reaching across the table, held out towards you and you sigh with a shake of your head. 

You reach above and give him a squeeze, pulling away. “‘S not a big deal. But I will admit I miss family meals and movie nights.” You give him a brighter grin and the sense of longing is gone. “Truth.”

“I suspect truth is going to be a pattern with you,” he comments, his hand retracting to cross his arms in front of his chest. “You haven’t had any meals with someone since you came here?” Your eyes widen and you unconsciously look over to Tomura who looks away from you quickly. “Ah! You have?”

You laugh nervously and give a wave of your hands in front of your chest. “It’s- it’s been a while since we have, We would only eat breakfast together but that’s because I keep bothering him.” Your smile is strained and you can feel heat burn at your ears. “Tomura! You’re turn,” you say hurriedly, legs bouncing under the table.

“Truth or dare?” There's a certain tone to his voice that you can’t quite place.

“Truth,” you say in a quiet voice.

“Did you play on my file on Legend of Zelda?” 

Your mouth drops and you laugh. “Shit. That’s your question?” You laugh and shake your head. “ Fuck, had me scared you were going to ask something invasive.” You turn your head and give Dabi a grin. “Your turn.”

“I fucking knew it,” Tomura seethes. 

Your face burns hot and you whine in your seat. “You pissed me off!” You turn back to him with an apologetic look. “You took my hashbrown. I told you not to and yet-”

“Oh fuck you,” he huffs.

“I’ll get you a figure later.” You kick him softly under the table and smile at him. “All right, Dabi. Make the question good.”

He’s quiet for a moment, his eyes running over your body, following the curve of your neck and down to the curve of your breasts and resting on your lap. You squirm under his gaze and clear your throat. “You and Shigaraki are pretty close, huh? So have you two fucked then?”

You jump and you sputter out, moving away from him and knocking into Jin who bites back a laugh. “Dabi! That’s highly inappropriate!” Your eyes glance over and you point a finger at Himiko. “Himiko is here and she’s a child. You shouldn’t be using such crude language around her.”

Dabi leans close to you, a faint smell of alcohol on his breath. “She’s heard worse than a simple curse,” he utters, his breath fanning across your face and flinch away. “We’re all wondering about it. Come on, doll” He hand rests on the curve of your knee and you curl your upper lip.

“No. We’re purely platonic,” you answer truthfully. “Can we move on to the next person, please?”

His questioning doesn’t stop. He inches towards you, grin lazy and wide, teeth sharp and his pupil dilated and you watch him with a careful look. “Platonic, huh?” His hand slides up your leg and rests on your thigh and you jerk under his touch. “And before? No little partner?” Your face flushes at his intrusive questions and you glance around, Shuichi looking away immediately and you curse under your breath. “You didn’t leave behind someone with-” 

“Dabi, stop,” you tell him in a strained voice. Your entire body is on fire and your hands grip the edge of the table. 

“Come on. A cute thing like you must have left behind someone.” His hand curves around your waist and your mouth is suddenly dry. “You mentioned friends but no partner? Was no one good enough for you. With the look you’re giving me, I’m starting to believe you’re a virgin.”

“Fuck you,” you say under your breath.

“Am I right?” His voice is smug and his grin only widens at your refusal to answer him. “Holy fuck. What? Were you waiting for the right person? Is that it?”

“You’re a dick,” you spit out, tears brimming hot in embarrassment.

“Fuck off Dabi,” Tomura says in a serious voice. 

“Come on, don’t tell me you weren’t interested. Tell me that you never thought about them bent-”

You stand suddenly from the table and the water bottle falls onto its side. You take in a deep breath and all eyes are on you, watching and waiting for your next move. “I’m leaving.” You walk quickly out of the room, and slam the door behind you, scurrying off to hide in your room.

-

You sit in your room, face buried in pillows and you try to sleep but then the memory of a few hours ago floods into your mind and you groan, burying your face into the pillow and kicking your legs onto the bed.

“This sucks,” you mutter, patting your bed. There’s a sharp knock on your door and after a few seconds the door squeaks open and the light from the hallway shines in until it’s snuffed out by the door closing. “I didn't say you could come in,” you say, without turning your head. Heavy footfalls sound in the room and with the lack of response, you turn around quickly, hands in a fist with clenched teeth. “Oh. It’s you.” You frown as your eyes meet Dabi’s and you scoot to sit in a criss-crossed position. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to talk,” he says and he sits at the edge of your bed, far from you.

“I think we talked enough.” Your hands rest in the small space that your legs make. He raises a brow and you turn your head. “Fine. Talk about what?” 

“I might have gone overboard-”

“Is someone making you do this?” You narrow your eyes and inch backwards from him. “If it’s- Look I don’t care. It’s fine. Water under the bridge and all. Can you leave now?” You reach over and grab at a pillow, pulling it close to your chest.

He gives you an unamused look. “Are you a virgin?”

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath. You raise your head and sigh. “Yes Dabi. I am a virgin? Is that an important fact for you?”

“How come?”

“I’m not telling you my life story.” You hold the pillow closer to your chest and at your refusal to answer, he inches closer. “For fucks sake.” You scratch at the side of your neck with dull nails. “I don’t know. I never dated a lot and you know, being here doesn’t really scream out to invite someone over.”

“And you can’t go over to theirs?” You look away from him and shake your head. “Why?”

“I feel like you’re getting some twisted pleasure from this.” Your nails dig into the pillow. “I answered your questions. Now answer mine. Why are you interested?”

He shrugs. “Fascination, I suppose.” He lets out a laugh when you give him a dirty look and he rises from the edge and moves to sit next to you. “Were you ever interested in sex?”

Your legs stretch in front of you and he kicks off his shoes and puts his legs on your bed, legs stretching and reaching past yours. “It just seems scary,” you mutter. You feel his eyes on you and you continue. “The pen- penetrating part and having to be you know-” you gesture to your legs and roll your ankles- “exposed.”

His elbow hits yours. “It’s easier when you’re with someone you know.”

You snort. “Yeah, I guess it would be.”

You bth sit in silence, your heart racing. The pillow is placed next to you and your hands rest and tap against your thighs and you wait patiently for him to say something. You couldn’t have imagined it. You know that Dabi often leaves and returns with a faint scent of perfume. You had a clue as to what he was insinuating. You hoped you had the right clue. Your heart beats and it’s getting harder to breathe, your chest rising and falling in deep rhythms, your palms clammy and you whimper when a rough comes to cup the side of your face and turn your head to meet his.

Your eyes are closed and there’s a fleeting thought that this is all a trick, a little prank on his end to see how willing you would be. And then his lips are on yours and you let out a gasp, going stiff under him and when his tongue darts past your open lips and into your mouth, his tongue grazing yours, you let out a whimper and your legs jerk and come inwards slightly. Your hands move and rest flat against his chest and you pull away and he lets his hand fall from your face and come to hold your hand.

“There a problem?” He asks, his face neutral but concern laced into his words.

“I’ve- You know, I don’t,” you clear your throat and look away from him. “I don’t know what to do.  I don’t want to mess up.” 

“You’re not going to. Just relax. We can make out for a bit and leave like that.” He gives you a squeeze and grips your hand, raising it to press your palm against his lips. “We can cuddle if you want. I can leave. Whatever you want.”

Even with a simple touch, you can feel yourself wetten, slick moistening you and making you want. “Can we just try it out?” He nips at your palm, tongue pressing over it when you yelp. “Making out. Just for now.”

You feel him nod against your hand and when you turn around, he’s already started to lean in, eyes close and you swallow nervously before closing the gap yourself, your lips against his and you whimper at the contact, hands coming to rest on his biceps, holding him in a shaky grasp. 

The kiss is soft and uncertain on your part. It’s slow and wet and you’re unsure of what to do, following movements after a beat, shaking and arching your back when he rests you on your back and he comes above, pulling away an inch to soothe you with light shushing. His hands wander, sliding upwards and resting under the swell of your breasts, smiling into the kiss when you part your lips and gasp against him. 

His hands slide down your tummy and his fingers play with the hem of your shirt until the pads of his fingers press into your soft skin where the shirt has risen. You make a noise of affirmation and his hand slides under your shirt. He breathes deeply against you and he covers a breast with his hand, his mouth leaving yours and coming down to kiss at your neck. 

There's a soft heat that starts in the bottom of your belly. You whimper at his touch, your nipples hardening under the soft fabric of your bra and there’s a tingling that runs through your body as his hand slips past the cup and pinches at the bud.

“Tell me when to stop,” he breathes against you, hand slipping away from your breast and coming out of your shirt. You rub your thighs together and shake your head. “Use your words baby.”

“Keep going,” you mutter. You buck your hips and your essence makes for a clean swipe, your cuunt wet and moistening your panties.

“Can I touch your pussy?” Your face flushes at the cude word used to call your cunt. “Hm? Do you want me to run my fingers against your slit?” His hands trail down with each word and he hooks his fingers over the hen of your shorts and when you let out a low moan at the feel of his nails against your hot skin, he slips his hand down your shorts. His fingers rest over the middle of your panties and he hums. “You’re already so wet with a simple kiss.” 

“Dabi,” you cry, muffling your words with a bite of your bottom lip.

“I’m not judging. It’s pretty hot if I’m being honest.” His fingers press against you and your hips jerk to the attention. “Have you touched yourself before?”

You nod your head. “But I’ve never- you know. I always quit and it gets to much- ah!” Your back arches as his hand slides under and hot digits press against your wet folds. His taps his fingers lightly and you your walls contract around nothing, arousal slipping past and staining his fingers.

“I’ll make your first one good then,” he says hot against your skin, pressing a kiss against you and he moves his head to stare into your eyes, a hand holding himself up as he rubs his digits against you. “Tell me how it feels, baby. Let me know how I’m making you feel.”

You mewl at his words and his fingers brush against your clit, pushing the hood and circling over, small shocks of pleasure rising over your body. “Feels good,” you murmur, letting out a choked moan when his index slips inside of you, filling you up to the knuckle. “Dabi,” you whine, “I’ve never-” your words are lost as you slap a hand over your mouth, the only audible word heard being “finger” and he pecks at your nose at the confession. There’s soft clicks that sound in the room, muted by your strangled cries as he slides another inside of you, pushing and pressing against your gummy walls, slick sliding past and straining against the articles of clothing that stick to your skin. The stimulation, light and barely gone on for more than a few minutes, has piled on from years lacking and there’s a tightness in your lower belly, slick pooling out and staining you in a wet coating and your hands jerk and claw onto Dabi’s back, moving your head to hide into his shoulder. You sniffle and tears prick your eyes, your muscles tensing. “Too much,” you whimper. “Stop,” you choke out. Your hips buck and walls tense and clench, pulling tightly at his fingers.

“Sh, doll. You’re almost there,” he coos, tilting his head to press it against yours. “Such a greedy, little cunt. You’re practically sucking my fingers inside of you. Bucking your hips and whining. Lower your head, baby. I want to see your face when you cum over my fingers.” He hisses and you feel his hips jerk. “I’m hard just by finger fucking you. Pretty sure you’d make me jizz if I tasted that sweet cunt of yours.” He chuckles and his fingers curl making you arch your back. “You sound so cute. Come on, don’t stop baby. Keep moving your hips. Yes, just like that. What a good, little girl.” You moan at the nickname and he lets out a breathy laugh. “Of course you like being called that. A good, little girl. So slutty and cute. You’re going to cum all over my fingers, right? Let me see that cute face of yours pinch?” He moves himself and your head falls back onto the pillow. 

His fingers curl and press, they move inside of you and with one kiss against your lips, you clench around him, whining and raising your hips, tears dotting the corner of your eyelids, your face pinched into an ‘o’ while you orgasm around Dabi’s fingers, calling out his name in a breathy chant, feeling your slick ooze out while his fingers continue to pump, overstimulating you. You shake and cry, hands trembling while your hands clutch him. 

Your left shaking and your legs pinch together when he removes his fingers. The heels of your palms cover your eyes and you let out ragged breaths, whining as his hands wrap around your delicate wrists and he pulls your hands away.

“How did that feel?” He asks with a coy grin.

You bring your legs together and your legs feel weak, knees like jelly and if you weren’t already laying down, you’re sure you would have fallen to your knees. You’re breathless, the clench in your stomach gone and replaced with a light feeling. “Good,” you say, only to wince at the lame answer. “I- I didn’t think it would feel like that.” You turn your head and lick your lips. “What about you?” You gesture to the tent in his jeans. “Should- Can I take care of you?”

He turns on his side and your brows furrow. “You don’t have to. We can do it another time.” He cups your face and leans close to you, lips parted until he pulls away and rests on his back. “I can take care of myself.”

“I feel bad,” you mutter. “You took care of me.” You clear your throat and give out a light cough. “I might not be good at giving you a handjob or using my mouth but I can try.”

“Don’t force yourself,” he sighs. “You’re still shaking.” His hand comes down to palm himself and he looks over to you. “Are you interested in watching?” You give him a soft smile and nod your head, swallowing tightly. “Of course, you do.” 

He pulls his sweats down, his erection springing free and his hand wraps around his length tentatively, hissing through his teeth as he jerks himself, hand moving rapidly, no soft gestures, no soft fondling that you’ve seen in films and you struggle to sit up, wincing at the stickiness that has now grown cold against your core. You whine and he raises a brow at you, his moans muffled and when you pull his hand away, he starts to say something until you shush him, your hand wrapped around him and he’s much hotter than you would have expected, harder than your imagination and you jerk him slowly, thumb swiping against his slit, spreaading the white pre-ejaculate around his cockhead.

“You’re bigger than I expected,” you murmur, tightening your grip and tugging on him, your other hand cupping his testes, the sac hard under your touch and he bucks his hips. “I think,” you start and lick your lips, “I want to taste you.” You look up at him and tilt your head. “Can I?” He nods and you lower your head. “Thank you,” you mutter against him and kiss his slit, giving him a soft envelope in your mouth, your tongue flat and swirling around him, pushing yourself deeper and hollowing your cheeks. You moan against him, eyes fluttering to a close as his taste enters your mouth. He’s a tad salty, but the warmth in your mouth takes precedence over the other senses. You hum and pull away from him, licking your lips and returning down to him.

He groans under you. His muscles are tense and his hands fist your bed sheets. Something threads through your hair and he groans when you whine. He calls your name, a tight grip in your hair and before you’re able to raise yourself away from him for breath, he shoots down your throat. It’s thick and has a bitter aftertaste. You choke on it and pull away, rich cream dribbling out of the corner of your mouth and you scoop it with a finger, feeling the heavy texture on your finger and you place it in your mouth when you catch his eye.

You clear your throat and blink away the tears. “Did I do good?” You ask, heat burning at your face, and you press the back of your hand to your lips, wiping away the moisture.

“Fucking fantastic,” he breathes. He runs a hand down his face and he flashes you a hungry grin. “That eager to suck on my cock, eh baby girl?” You cover your face with your hands and blush behind your palms. “Come on, it’s cute.”

“Can we just cuddle now,” you groan, wrapping your arms around yourself. You yelp when you’re pulled down, head against his chest, your eyes widen until they soften and your hands squirm to wrap around Dabi’s torso. You keep yourself close against him, clawing at his shirt and pressing yourself close to him.

“‘Course we can,” he mutters. “I promised that to you didn’t I? Whatever you wanted.” You whine at his words and hold him tighter, face flushed and heart beating rapidly, your legs intertwining with his and you stiffen when his hand brushes against your hair. “Relax,” he tells you. “I won’t tease you too hard. Just get some rest, will ya?”

#dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki headcanons #bnha imagines #dabi imagines #touya todoroki imagines #i hope you like it!! #tamaki's will come tomorrow #gonna make him repressed and shy

[blue-fidelity]

~ “Smile in the face of Tragedy”

Chapter 2: New King

Pairings: Billy Hargrove x Henderson!reader, Steve Harrington x best friend! reader

Chapter Summary:

A wild night reveals secrets and broken hearts. At least Billy & (Y/N) have each other.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, drunk!Billy, sad!Steve (that is a warning 🥺)

“(Y/N)! It’s Halloween!”- Halloween? (Y/N) woke up to the sound of her brother yelling excitingly. If she wasn’t mistaken, she could hear the Ghostbusters theme playing loudly from Dustin’s room. She groaned, burying her head in her pillows while running her hands through her hair.

This is not how she planned to wake up this morning.

Before closing her eyes to regain a little more sleep, her alarm clock looked her right in the face. 7:15. Another groan came from her. Perk up (Y/N), it’s your favourite holiday! She pushed herself up, swinging her legs on the side of the bed. (Y/N) definitely knew the high school students weren’t going to be wearing costumes to school. So before Billy picked her up, she’d head home to get changed.

Billy- (Y/N) didn’t think she’d be able to forget yesterday. The way he held her, the way he kissed her forehead. His embrace was so comforting- she nearly melted into him. The smell of dry cigarette smoke and cheap cologne haven’t been able to leave her senses. It was like everything that came with him, it was intoxicating, and she couldn’t get enough of it.

As she stepped out of bed, she moved her hips slightly to the music coming from her brother’s stereo. When she made it to her drawers, she contemplated what she should wear today. Just because she wasn’t going to wear a costume, didn’t mean she couldn’t look spooky, right? She grabbed her “Chistine” t-shirt, it was one of her favorite horror movies. Pairing it with a black acid wash skirt, some fishnets, and her usual chuck taylors, she strutted confidently out her bedroom door.

She walked into the bathroom to find Dustin clad in his Stantz costume, brushing his teeth. He looked so cute! “Hey Doctor Stantz, ‘lookin pretty badass”, she grinned, patting him on the back. “Thanks (Y/N)! I can’t wait to see the guys in their costumes, Halloween’s gonna be so great!”, he cheered, spitting out his tooth paste. He quickly ran out of the room to fetch breakfast, leaving (Y/N) time for her hair & makeup.

Bright red lipstick and heavy black eyeliner, hair slightly curled.

-

When she stepped into the living room, she saw her mom enthusiastically taking polaroids of Dustin. She couldn’t help but smile, hoping her mom would save her some for her picture board. (Y/N) sat on the couch beside her cat Mews, scratching the back of his ears as he purred in contentment. She giggled at the various poses her brother made in front of the camera.

Her mom had finally stopped taking photos, noticing her on the couch. “(Y/N) darling! I didn’t see you come in, can I get a photo of my two children?”, she questioned, looking at her with pleading eyes. (Y/N) couldn’t say no! “Of course!”, she said, standing up from the couch.

She placed an arm around Dustin’s shoulders, teasingly taking him in a headlock, rubbing her nuckles on his hair. To this he laughed, playfully pointing his fake proton blaster at her. It was the perfect picture. Perfectly trapped in the moment of two great siblings, simply having a good time.

(Y/N) gathered her things, making sure to take one of her mom’s homemade muffins for breakfast. She had made them a couple days before, but they still were delicious. Even though (Y/N) desperately needed coffee, she decided against it. She was already running a bit late, and as much as she hated the stale stuff from the cafeteria, it’d have to do. Dustin had already slipped out the door to head off on his bike, he really must’ve been eager to see his friends.

Before making her way to her motorcycle, she slipped her jean jacket on and hugged her mom goodbye. Claudia looked at her intently, ruffling her curled hair. (Y/N) rolled her eyes playfully, “Alright mom, I gotta go! ‘I’m gonna stop here after school though, k?”, she opened the front door. “Okay have a good day sweetie! ‘I’ll see you before your party!”. (Y/N)’s mom knew about the party, whether she knew there was going to be alcohol involved, it was better off not knowing.

Sliding the keys into the ignition, she sped off to the school. She could never get enough of the mysterious backroads of Hawkins. It scared her, obviously. With all the things that happened the previous year, she couldn't help but wonder if things still lurked in the depths of the forest, hiding till they could strike. Waiting and waiting till they can catch someone else and drag them to that horrible place. Her body trembled at the thought of it. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the memories. Eyes turning back to the road, she removed one of her hands from the handles, trying to reach for the button of her stereo. It had turned onto some random radio station that was playing Halloween tunes.

“Happy Halloween ‘Morning Ghouls and Goblins of Hawkins! Here’s a spooky throwback from ‘1982 for y’all on this fine dreary morning, ‘Blood Bitch’, by Cocteau Twins!” - the radio host introduced, was he really supposed to swear on radio? Well, no one really had a filter these days.

The song added to the eerie atmosphere of the cold morning, making her uneasy. She pushed through her thoughts, trying to just focus on getting to school. It was Halloween! No need for being pent up on past trauma. The station had eventually turned to a happier song, putting her in a better mood. What better to put a smile on your face then the ‘Time Warp” from The Rocky Horror Picture Show? She bobbed her head happily to the familiar tune, singing along to the lyrics.

-

School today had been an absolute drag! Last period (math) was nearly done and (Y/N) was desperate to get out. She could see some of her mutuals were anxious as well, probably too excited to wait for the party tonight. She was excited as well, maybe a little bit of the fact that she’d be spending more time with Billy?

(Y/N) would hate for him to think she’d be using him as a rebound. Even though it seemed that way, she really should’ve forgotten about her feelings for Steve awhile ago. (Y/N) really loved Steve, but he’d always been so oblivious, but- that was just Steve. He would’ve never known of her feelings if she didn’t tell him. Which she never did, in fear of obvious rejection. Then here was Billy Hargrove, whether it be his flirtatious nature, she could see herself really falling for him. The one thing she knew she wouldn’t do was dive in too quickly. She wouldn’t make the same mistakes, for her and for Billy’s sake.

She was finally released from the rechedouness that was her math class-running straight out the door right as the bell rang, nearly having winded Mr. Henry. After taking a quick stop at her locker, she walked outside to find her motorcycle. (Y/N) was nearly there till a skateboard hit her feet, stopping her in her tracks.

“I’m so sorry! It slipped right out from under me-” a voice of a young girl called, her breath shaky. (Y/N) looked down at the girl shuffling to grab her skateboard, she had never seen her before. The mysterious teen with the red hair looked around her brother’s age, so why was she so unrecognizable? Wait- could it be?

Billy’s step sister.

“Hey, hey it’s all good!”, (Y/N) gave her a reassuring smile. “Hey- not to sound weird or anything-”, she chuckled nervously, “But, are you new here? ‘You see I got a younger brother ‘about your age, and you got an unfamiliar face”. The girl stared at her skeptically, but still replied. “Yeah, just moved here from ‘California, what are you ‘looking to set him up or something?” she questioned sarcastically. ‘Damn she was quite the firecracker. “Nah frankly I think you're a little out of his league”, (Y/N) winked. To this she got a laugh out of her. “Well, it was nice weirdly meeting you, ‘I’m Max!”, she introduced herself. “Well Max, ‘I’m (Y/N), if you're interested in someone helping you out with that kickflip, ‘I used to do some skateboarding myself”, she offered. Max beamed at her offer, “Really? That’d be so great!”, “Alrighty then, if you see me around, don’t be shy to ask!”.

Little did (Y/N) and Max know, Billy was watching them. Billy knew (Y/N) was genuinely kind, but not that kind. It wasn’t necessarily cool to be seen with a middle schooler. He figured he wouldn’t look too much into it, but something about seeing (Y/N) with her, didn’t sit well with him. Billy gave Max a dirty look as she skated up to the camaro. “You're late again”, Billy started. “I had to get catchup homework”, Max stated. “Jesus! I don’t care- who was that girl you were talking to?”, Billy asked, even though he already knew who she was. “Just some high schooler- she offered to help me learn some skateboarding tricks' '. So she skateboarded too, huh? “That’s rich. Just, get in the car, will yah?”.

-

(Y/N) entered the door with a ‘skip in her step. She really needed a reason to lose herself, forget about the world around her. Tonight was going to be perfect for that. Expecting to be greeted by her mom, she noticed no one was there. She knew Dustin was heading to Mike’s right after school, ‘but her mom was nowhere to be seen. She probably had to work later hours again. ‘This meant she had the place to herself! (Y/N) still had a few hours before Billy picked her up. So she figured she’d get into her costume, and then fix herself something to eat.

The Sarah Connor costume was simple. Gray tank top, black jeans, sunglasses, a chunky belt and combat boots. (Y/N) already had all of this in her regular wardrobe, so it’d be a pretty easy costume. Of course she didn’t have a rifle to complete it, even though she could’ve asked Nance. She wasn’t about to show up to a house party with a gun. It would have been pretty cool though.

She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, clad in costume. Now it was time to remove her makeup and untame her curled hair. “Mr. Crowley” by Ozzy Osbourne was currently spinning on her “Blizzard of Ozz” vinyl. She mouthed her lips to the lyrics as she straightened her hair, her (Y/H/C) locks falling in straight whisps on her head. Replacing her once extravagant makeup with a more nude look, she looked at herself pleased.

A total badass look, you might say.

It was only 4:30, and Billy was coming over at 6 o’clock. She had way too much time to kill. Making her way to the kitchen, she scoped the fridge. Enough ground beef for two burgers, and she knew they had leftover buns. Maybe Billy would be hungry when he got there, and if she was making dinner for two- she didn’t want to start too early. So she’d head back to it in about a half an hour. Meanwhile a coca-cola would hold her down, she was pretty firsty.

(Y/N) now laid in her bed, bored. ‘Blizzard of Ozz was still playing, it just switched onto “Steal Away (The Night)”, her ears perked up to the upbeat tune. She couldn’t help but dance around, hopping happily on her bed as she belted the lyrics along with Ozzy. Pointing at the poster of him that was plastered on her wall, she shouted the chorus. It’d be pretty funny if Billy were to walk in on her singing her heart out, what would he think of that? She rolled her eyes at the thought, he’d probably think she was crazy. The song ended, turning to the next one. (Y/N) took this as her cue to start on dinner.

Flipping the patties in the pan, she sighed at the smell. She did cook a pretty ‘mean burger. Dustin loved when she made them, he always said the added rosemary was the perfect touch. (Y/N) grew up with her mother teaching her how to cook. Claudia Henderson had worked in a number of restaurants, usually in the kitchen or as a waitress. She now helped run a popular Inn a little outside of town, and it was her favourite place she’s ever worked in. (Y/N) probably figured it was a busy night, considering she didn’t come home at her usual hour.

5:45 and the burgers were ready and plated, the aroma running through the room. Billy was ‘going to be here soon, and she was giddy with excitement. Before she knew it, the bell rang. Fuck he was early. “Coming!” she called, slowly making her way to the door. ‘There he stood; a cocky grin on his face with his arm propped up on the door ledge. She took time to take in his minimal outfit, tight jeans & a leather jacket, no shirt. His abbs were on full display- (Y/N)’s mouth watered just at the sight of him. “See something you like, sweetheart?” he smirked. “Maybe-”, (Y/N) stammered. “It’s aight, I see something I like to,'' he whispered the last part into her ear, letting himself in.

“She cooks too? ‘I guess looks can be deceiving”, he motioned to the burgers. (Y/N) blushed, “I figured we could eat before we fill ourselves with alcohol”. They delved into the burgers, she couldn’t help but laugh when Billy moaned at the taste. “Darlin- I haven’t had a burger like this in awhile, ‘the ones down at Benny’s don’t hold anything on these”, he praised. “That must be a high compliment, because ‘Benny’s are pretty good”, she smiled at him. (Y/N) put the dishes into the dishwasher, quickly running to her room to grab her polaroid camera. “Where are you ‘heading princess?”, she’d never get tired of his little pet names. “I’m just grabbing my camera- I want to get some good shots tonight!”.

(Y/N) came back with her camera bag, a big grin on her face. “You ready to head out?”, he questioned. “Yeah, just let me get my jacket”, she took her jacket from the hook. “Ready”. He guided her to the camaro, opening the passenger door. Billy never opened the passenger door for girls! ‘(Y/N) really did something to him, huh? “Such the gentlemen”, she smirked. “Anything for you dollface”. He slid into the drivers side, placing his keys into the ignition. “Music?” she questioned, “Sure thing, feel free to look through the cassettes in the glove box”. She searched through the assortment of tapes, varying from Metallica, Def Leppard, RATT, Mötley Crüe, Hanoi Rocks, AC/DC and more. She settled on Hanoi Rocks’s, “Two Steps From The Move” album. It had just come out that summer, and it was one of her favourites. Not to mention she had a HUGE crush on Michael Monroe.

“Hanoi Rocks huh? I like your style”, he nodded in approval, till turning his eyes back on the road. “Got any specific fave tracks?”, (Y/N) questioned. “Track 8”. She was surprised he chose this one, considering it was one of the more “cheesy” songs. ‘It did have a pretty ‘rockin guitar riff in it though, she’ll give him that. Billy contentedly thumped his hands on the steering wheel, speeding up a bit. Rolling both of their windows down, (Y/N) was surprised to see him singing along to the lyrics. It was a bad attempt at a Finnish accent, sure, but it was still really cute. (Y/N) joined him, jumping in at the chorus. They banged their heads to the tune, continuously singing the lines. (Y/N) really felt alive in that moment. ‘She couldn’t remember the last time she had this much fun, and they haven’t even gotten to the party yet.

-

They pulled up to Tina’s, teens were already rallying in. ‘It was going to be a wild night. Before Billy could open up his trunk to get the kegs, (Y/N) stopped him. She pulled out her camera, “Hargrove! Smile!”, she grinned, pointing the camera at him. ‘He rolled his eyes, posing for the picture. The photo was of Billy playfully doing the devil’s horns symbol, with his tongue stuck out. She giggled, “This is one for the board!”. “Well Hey Sarrah Conner- let me take a pic of you!”, he said, trying to grab the camera from her. She handed the camera to him, smiling that he remembered her costume name. Letting her sunglasses shade her eyes, ‘she smirked brightly at the camera, ‘Billy quickly snapping the shot. He handed the polaroid to her, she shaked it and placed it in her bag with the one she took.

Billy held one of the kegs while (Y/N) grabbed the other, walking into the crowded house. It was overwhelmingly loud. They could feel the heat coming off the numerous teenagers that littered the home, their bodies moving to the heavy beats of the stereo. Tina was in the kitchen, and had noticed the pair walk in. “Billy & (Y/N) are here with more kegs!”, she shouted, ‘causing the crowd to go wild. Someone had taken the one from her hands and motioned Billy to follow them into the backyard, leaving her alone. She grazed over the sea of teens, trying to spot anyone she knew. She noticed Steve and Nancy dancing freely in the living room, Nancy nursing a drink while Steve had a big smile on his face. She figured she’d grab some punch and then see what Billy was doing in the backyard, most likely a keg stand. He was the new ‘king after all, Tommy was probably expecting him to beat Steve’s record.

‘As luck would have it, she was right. She stood on the back porch with a cup of “pure fuel” in her hands, watching the teens crowd around him as he bent over the keg. They shouted various numbers, counting the seconds as he chugged down the beer. (Y/N) cheered with them, looking at him with bright eyes. His torso was glistening, beads of sweat running down his toned chest. Her cheeks flushed red just at the sight of him. The enthusiasm got louder as he finished the stand, spitting spews of beer out of his mouth. “That’s how you do it Hawkins! That’s how you do it!”, more cheers. Tommy passed him a cigarette and escorted him into the house, the gang shouting his name as Mötley Crüe’s, “Shout At The Devil” played on the speakers. Billy spotted her on the porch, grinning wildly at her. He shoved her into his side with his arm, hugging her tight. Tommy glared at the interaction. Never in her time with being friends with Steve has ‘Tommy liked her that much, and it seems things haven’t changed.

Typical Tommy.

(Y/N) was enjoying the feel of Billy's embrace a little too much. She knew he was already partially drunk, and she was feeling a nice buzz that she wasn’t planning on getting rid of anytime soon. Someone had to drive them home. ‘Tommy paraded them up to Nancy and Steve, (Y/N) wasn’t sure if it was to torchure her or show off Billy, probably both. ‘Billy and Steve stared each other down as if they were going to kill each other, it was really intense. Too intense for her liking. Still hooded under Billy’s arm, she shot Steve a sympathetic look. ‘As if to say ‘I’m sorry’ with her eyes. “We got ourselves a new keg king Harrington!”, Tommy declared. “Yeah eat it Harrington!”, another guy shouted. Somehow in ‘Billy and Steve’s stare down, Nancy had slipped away.

“You see Harrington- not only that, but I stole your girl away too”, Billy retorted. Oh shit- this wasn’t good. Steve glanced over at her, a nervous look in his eyes. “I don’t know what you're talking about man-”. How did Billy know about (Y/N)’s past feelings for Steve? “Well you see, this lovely lady under my arms thought the world of you, and frankly I- I just don’t see why! Point being, she has me now, you can go fetch that slut you settled for.” This interaction was making neither Steve nor (Y/N) happy, it left them feeling both angry and confused. Steve scoffed, chasing after Nancy. He was going to want to talk to (Y/N) about this later.

Steve really didn’t know what to make of what Billy had said to him. Mainly, it sounded like a warning; but he didn’t think Billy intended for it to be that. (Y/N) and him had been best friends forever, and even if he didn’t necessarily like Billy, there was no harm in her being friends with him, right? Though, something about what Billy said hinted that he meant more than just friends. Had (Y/N) liked him, loved him even? Was Steve really oblivious all these years- no, it couldn’t be. If he was being honest, he harboured a small crush on her in the beginning of middle school, but then Nancy came into his life. Nancy Wheeler hit him like a freight train right in the heart, and he then became a lovesick puppy. He couldn’t get enough of her. That’s when Steve began to realize, the jealous glances over the years, the slight distaste of Nancy that came off her.

But, why did it matter if (Y/N) loved him? He still had Nancy, or so he thought.

-

Tommy had left, leaving Billy and (Y/N) in the corner of the living room, an uncomfortable silence stirring between them. “Billy-how did you-“, she wondered in a whisper, but Billy cut her off. “You really don’t think Tommy would’ve told me? Besides, everybody knows”. She didn’t need to hear the last part. Besides, why did it matter if everyone knew- it didn’t matter to her anymore. “Does that bother you?”, she asked worriedly. Billy chuckled darkly.

“Darlin- you got nothing to worry about, I’m your new king now”.

Next thing she knew, they were on the dance floor. Billy had pulled her into the crowd of sweaty bodies, grinding on each other. Some people were making out, others chugging alcohol till they fell limp to the floor. She stared nervously at the rowdy teens, her body shaking. He noticed her agitation, placing a hand on her cheek, turning her to face him. He smelt of cheap beer and stale cigarette smoke, and a hint of cologne. She was caught with that intoxicating sensation again, making her hazy. His icy blue eyes peered into her (Y/E/C) ones, “Just feel the music princess- everything will be just fine”.

‘Their bodies moved comfortably against each other to ‘Billy Idol’s, “Flesh For Fantasy”. A perfect song choice in the moment. ‘(Y/N) was very much sober and very much aware of what was happening. Aware of Billy’s strong grip on her waist, aware of his hips moving against hers. Normally this would’ve been cutting close corners for her, but she was looking for an opportunity to lose herself. What better way than this? She ran her fingers through his thick blonde curls, her hips swaying a bit more. He sighed in contentment, making her shiver. His face was currently buried into her neck, placing soft kisses on her collarbone.

They continued their heavy sway for a while, Billy had started to form a hickey below her ear. She was definitely not going to be able to cover it up tomorrow, but she really didn’t care if people saw it- she wanted people to know that she wasn’t desperate. That she didn’t need Steve anymore. She wasn’t exactly sure what she meant to ‘Hargrove, but she knew that she wasn’t planning on leaving him anytime soon. (Y/N) felt him remove his lips from her neck, his hot breath waving over her. “Mhmm- left a pretty big mark sweetheart-“ he mumbled. She hummed in return, removing her hands from his hair.

The rest of the night consisted of more dancing, and Billy getting more intoxicated than he was before. Really drunk Billy- let’s just say it was quite the sight to see. He was a giggling mess, slurring his words and stumbling on his feet. “(Y/N)- has anyone ever told you-“ he hiccuped, “That you were gorgeous?”, another hiccup. She giggled at his comment, “Tons of people- but I bet no one sees me like you do huh?”, she supported him up against the kitchen counter. “Absolutely no one!” He cheered in a high pitch voice, damn he really was a mess. She tried to wrap his arm around her shoulders snatching his keys.”Hey- what are you doing?”, he gestured to the keys, “Getting you home-“, “Wait! Can we go to your house please?? I can’t wake up my dad letting him see me like this- he’ll kill me”, he pleaded. “Fine- just, try to be as quiet as possible, I got a sleeping family too”.

(Y/N) took him out of the house, nearly carrying him. She waved goodbye to a few mutual friends who were still conscious, muttering a soft “See y’all tomorrow, hope we aren’t all hungover”. This earned a few laughs from her classmates, bidding her and Billy a goodnight. Unlocking the passenger side to the camaro, she set Billy down lightly on the seat. “Being so ginger with me sweetheart- I’m not made of glass ‘you know”, he joked. “Whatever tough guy- let’s just get you to a bed, mhm?”. Placing her hands on the steering wheel, she realized she hasn’t driven a car since the summer, and a camaro is definitely nothing close to a station wagon. She took a deep breath- she could do this, no sweat. Besides, there was no way she could bring herself to ruin a car as beautiful as this one.

Billy must’ve passed out while they were driving, because when she pulled into her driveway, his eyes were sewn shut. She had to admit- he did look pretty adorable when he was sleeping. She tried to resist the urge to take a photo of him, but she couldn’t help herself. Pulling out her camera bag that was littered with pictures from tonight, she snapped a quick photo of him. The flash startled him, waking him up. “Sweetheart- were you taking photos of me in my sleep? That’s just creepy”, his voice was groggy. “How could I not when you were laying there looking like an angel?”, “Pfft- ‘darlin, I am a demon, Satan himself! ‘Ain’t no way I’m an angel!”, he scoffed.

“Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but Lucifer was once an angel”.

Fumbling with the keys to her front door while trying to help Billy regain his footing was hard. He was just about to lose consciousness again when she finally got the door open, it shouldn't have been as much of a challenge as it was- but Billy had a lot of weight to him. She didn’t notice the lights were still on till she saw her mom sitting in her reading chair, Mews on her lap and clad in a cat costume. Shit- what was she gonna say about this? “Oh! Mrs. Henderson- I see where (Y/N) gets all her good looks from!”, Billy squealed, “Ugh can it Billy! Mom I can explain-“ she shushed Billy, staring wide eyed at her mother. “Sweetie- you clearly had a wild night, just take this pound of muscle to your room, and we can talk about it while he crashes, okay?”- (Y/N) nodded quickly, dragging Billy to her room.

Billy flopped down on the bed, giggling wildly. “Honey! We’ve known each other for two days, don’t you think we ‘oughta know one another better before I sleep in your bed?”, (Y/N) rolled her eyes at the blubbering idiot. “This was your idea dumby! Just get under the covers and keep it shut, will you?”, she glared at him, closing the door and heading back to the living room.

“So no Steve, huh? He’s the one who usually spends the night”, her mom said softly. “Different reasons mom- I’m just trying to figure out who’s a bigger piece of work”, she huffed. “Well he’s quite the looker, ‘makes me wonder how you keep up with him”, Claudia smirked. “Mom! He’s new here- he just happened to notice me first”, (Y/N) blushed, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “Besides- what are you doing up so late?”, (Y/N) stared at the clock, “It’s nearly 1 o’clock”. “Busy night down at the Inn, just needed a little time to myself after Dusty went to bed”, she sighed, but (Y/N) knew she wasn’t finished. “Also wanted to see what mess you brung home, it’s always a new thing with you”, her mom laughed. “Billy’s- interesting, but I’m not sure, doesn’t seem like the most faithful type”, she sighed. “He may surprise you, and besides- if he hurts you he’ll have to suffer the wrath of your brother!”, Claudia giggled, smiling at her daughter. “Anyways- I’m gonna head to bed, early day at work tomorrow, you gonna go join the guy?”, she pointed down the hall. “Yeah yeah I’ll join the idiot in a second- just gonna get some water”, (Y/N) said tiredly.

Snuggling up on the couch, she sipped her water. The quietness was calming, the fact that everyone was at rest and she was the only one around southend her in a way. The fact that Billy was sleeping soundly in her bed, gave her a different feeling. Things with him- had gone by so quickly, and it was only just beginning. It was nice being with someone where the relationship had lasted longer than more than a few hours. Her past flames- had simply been one night stands, meaningless things to shy her away from Steve, but Billy was different. She actually liked him, and even though he came off as a jerk- he seemed really sweet on the inside. Though, she couldn’t help but wonder how Steve was feeling right now, the bomb had been dropped on him nearly two hours ago- it must be overwhelming to know your best friend was holding back feelings for so many years.

(Y/N) was just about to head to bed, till she heard a knock on the door. Who was here at this time of night? She opened the door slightly, and who she saw she didn’t expect. There Steve stood, his face red and puffy with tears in his eyes. His body was shaking, his shoulders were slumped over. He looked awful. “She- doesn’t love me- it’s bullshit! It was all bullshit!” He stuttered as his body continued to quiver. (Y/N)’s heart ached at his words, what had Nancy done this time? She didn’t know what to say, it’s not like she could’ve let him in. So, she just pulled him into a hug, “Steve-you can’t keep coming here like this- it’s not my job to fix you”, she tried to explain. “I know! I just don’t have anywhere else to go”, he cried. “I can’t tonight- it just isn’t the right time.” (Y/N) was attempting to tell him in the best way possible that Billy wasn’t there, but Steve caught on. “He’s here, isn’t he, Billy?”, Steve muttered angrily. “Out of all the guys in Hawkins- you chose him to get over me, that’s just flattering!” . Steve was making her feel sick, “Steve- I know you're hurting but you can’t take it out on me like that- it isn’t fair”, she pushed away from him. “I’ll talk about this with you tomorrow- when you're in the right state of mind, okay? Just please leave”, she pleaded. “Fine- I’ll see you tomorrow”, he breathed out harshly, walking back to his car.

She was on the edge of a breakdown, heart racing and choked up tears running down her face. This is not how she expected her evening to end- seeing Steve like that, broken and beaten again. (Y/N) thought she’d never live to see Steve crumble in her arms one more time- and with that she could’ve rested easy. At least she wouldn’t have to be alone tonight, she had someone waiting for her. Trying to stay quiet, she tiptoed down the hall. Opening the door, she walked in to see Billy sleeping soundly, the pink hue of her bedside lamp illuminating his features. She took notice of his leather jacket, jeans and boots scattered on the ground. That meant he was only in his boxers. Before joining him she slipped into an oversized AC/DC t-shirt and looked in the mirror, her hands grazing over the purple mark that had formed on her neck- the little bastard.

When (Y/N) laid in bed, even in his sleepy state Billy could notice the slight dip in the mattress. He groaned, “What took you so long…?”. (Y/N) chuckled softly at his tiredness. “Just an unexpected visitor, nothing to worry about”, she smiled reassuringly. “Well as long as you're okay, that’s all that matters”, he kissed her temple, pulling her into his chest. She snuggled into his side, sighing contentedly. She needed this. “Thank you”, she mumbled mindlessly. “For what sweetheart?”.

“For helping me start fresh”.

The couple held each other comfortably, sleep taking over them. (Y/N) rested her head on Billy’s torso, as he lazily made circles on the small of her back. Everything was blissful in that moment. Perfect. She’d deal with Steve tomorrow, for now, she had Billy Hargrove. Billy Hargrove with his strong hold and warm comforting body, Billy Hargrove who made her feel safe.

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The Shape of You (Pt. 4)

Pairing: Vision/Reader

Part 3, Part 5

Words: 5698

A/N: *shows up several months late with coffee and a new chapter* What’s up y’all, who’s ready for more metal husband?

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You awoke feeling sluggish and hazy, practically choking on dust and resisting the need to sneeze. The feeling quickly shifted to panic as you opened your eyes to even more darkness which only worsened when you tried to move, something blocking the space in front of you as well as tangling around your legs. It wasn’t until you rolled to the floor with a loud ‘thud’ that you remembered falling asleep on the sofa. You didn’t remember grabbing a blanket, however, which had gotten wrapped around your legs in your sleep.

You recognized Vision’s silhouette as he appeared hurriedly from the other room. You couldn’t see much in the dim light, but you could recognize him by his eyes alone. They glowed softly in the dark, that electric-blue bringing some familiarity to your surroundings.

The lights came on and you were momentarily blinded, shielding your eyes with your hand as they adjusted. “Sorry,” you said, blinking the last remnants of sleep away. “I just fell off the sofa. I’m okay.” You took a good look around the room for the first time since arriving, still not bothering to get up off the floor. It looked like a fairly basic living space. There was a patterned rug, a coffee table, some shelves with a few random knick-knacks, the usual. You did notice the lack of a TV, however. You supposed it wasn’t worth investing in one if no one would be living here ninety-nine percent of the time.

Still a bit groggy, you almost didn’t see Vision walk over to you and extend a hand to help you up. To be completely honest, you were perfectly comfortable on the floor but you weren’t going to turn him away. You uttered a quick ‘thanks’ as you got to your feet.

You had absolutely no idea what time it was but it was definitely dark out. Not a speck of light filtered in through the drawn curtains. Whether it was evening or early morning, however, you hadn’t a clue. “What time is it?”

Vision pointed to a digital clock sitting on a bookshelf close by. It read 6:30.

“I only slept for a few hours?” Well, more like several hours, by your estimate. It was broad daylight when you’d arrived. Still, that was surprising given that you’d basically passed out as soon as you got indoors and hadn’t slept in like two days.

Vision shook his head, however, cutting off your train of thought. He held up one finger on his right hand and put it down before holding up nine in total. It took you a second to understand what he meant, thinking he was saying ten before realizing.

“Are you saying I slept nineteen hours?” Vision just nodded and you let out a sigh. That explained why you felt so stiff. That much time on a sofa, even a surprisingly comfortable one, would take its toll. One other thing struck you, however. “Wait a minute, so it’s six in the morning, then? It’s awfully dark out.” You chanced a peek out the window to actually confirm that it was, in fact, dark outside.

You turned back when you heard the familiar scratch of pen on paper. It looked like Vision had found a new notepad somewhere. By the time you walked over, he had finished writing. “Clock is an hour ahead. Haven’t fixed it. Only got power back on a couple hours ago.”

“Oh, that makes more sense.” This time of year, it was perfectly normal to be dark at 5:30. However, it was also cold outside and you were beginning to notice that in here as well. You picked up the blanket off the floor and draped it over your shoulders, pulling it tight around yourself. “Is there heat at all?”

Vision wrote his response as quick as possible, handwriting still impeccable as always. “It’s on but not very strong. Building isn’t in best condition anymore. There’s fuses missing so I prioritized some things. A few lights aren’t going to work.” He stepped aside and gestured somewhere down the small hallway behind him. On the wall was an open panel.

“Wait this place still has a fuse box? The Avengers couldn’t afford someplace with circuit breakers?” You couldn’t help but crack a smile at your own joke, if you could really call it that. You were just happy your custodial knowledge was relevant for once.

“Old SHIELD building,” Vision quickly noted. If this place had been built by the Avengers, it would be far more modern, probably to an unnecessary extent. Tony Stark would only stand for the best, even if it was a safe house that would almost never get used.

“Shield? Are they still around?” You only sort of understood what SHIELD was. No more than any other member of the general public. They were a kind-of, sort-of government agency or something like that. They always kept their stuff super secret so most people never really knew what they did. Then there was the whole deal with Hydra which nobody understood. You decided a long time ago it wasn’t worth worrying about, much like most of the American populace. Perhaps you should have paid closer attention.

Vision simply tilted his hand side-to-side in a gesture that implied that the answer was complicated and really not worth getting into. He shifted the conversation to you instead. “How are you feeling?”

“I should be asking you that. You weren’t doing so well yesterday.” You tried not to let the worry in your voice show, though you weren’t sure what good it would do.

You thought you saw a hint of a smile cross his face as he turned back to his paper. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be alright.”

“Vision...” You recalled back to the other night, when you’d told him nearly the same thing after a couple solid days of no sleep. Before you could retort, however, he’d turned and headed toward the other room, gesturing for you to follow.

The small office space was an absolute mess. The only reason you called it an office was the papers and folders scattered around the room as well as the computer tucked away on a desk in the corner. Underneath a blanket of dust, it looked almost exactly like the first computer you’d ever owned. Actually, it might just be the first computer. You were pretty sure it should be in a museum.

Vision navigated the difficult terrain with ease as he made his way to the desk. You, on the other hand, felt like you were doing a balancing act as you tried to limit your steps to the few parts of the floor that were visible. You didn’t know what all these stacks of papers and folders were exactly, but you figured it was best not to mess with them.

“There’s no way that thing works,” you said once you’d cleared a spot to stand by the desk, your own little island of shag carpeting amongst the sea of paper.

Vision pried open a panel on the side of the computer, carefully removing a CPU board with all the expertise of a seasoned technician. The actual monitor was half buried in a pile of miscellaneous cords and plugs next to the desk. After a brief moment of inspection, wherein he must’ve decided all appeared fine, he went ahead and booted the thing up.

It chugged to life like a patient coming out of surgery, slowly and with great difficulty. It made sounds you were pretty sure should only be coming from a lawn mower but all the lights eventually blinked on in time. As it did so, you braved the sneeze-inducing dust pile for the monitor, the air turning cloudy as you shifted all the junk that had been untouched for years. “I’m guessing you’ll need this?” You hoisted the dinosaur of a monitor up onto the desk, Vision taking it gratefully and nodding a thanks your way.

For a minute after he plugged it in, it seemed the screen wasn’t going to work. Only after staring at it did you realize it was working, albeit extremely slowly. A symbol was appearing on the screen, the shape becoming more discernible the longer the machine whirred. As far you could tell, it looked like some kind of government emblem, like an eagle with a crest in the center. It wasn’t until it had spent a solid minute loading that you were able to read the text surrounding it. “Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement... Logistics Division? What on Earth does— wait, that’s what SHIELD stands for?”

Vision nodded in a way that suggested he wasn’t overly fond of the acronym either. You were beginning to think he wasn’t so difficult to read after all, not like you thought when you’d first met, at least. It just took time, much like reading the decades-old monitor had.

“I think someone just really wanted the initials to spell out shield.” You gave a breathy laugh, more air than sound. “What’re you going to do with this old thing? Can it even get internet?”

Vision shook his head and reached for his paper from the edge of the desk. “Not that kind of computer,” he wrote. You resisted butting in as he tore off a new sheet, still not used to the pauses in conversation that resulted from the rather roundabout method of communication. “It’s wired directly into an old SHIELD system and by extension, hopefully, the Avengers emergency system.”

“Really? I would’ve guessed this place predated the Avengers.” As you spoke, Vision got the keyboard hooked up which had been stuffed into one of the desk drawers. It was missing at least a quarter of its key caps, the really chunky, old kind that made a satisfying click-clack when pressed. Apparently they’d prioritized actual computer hardware over keyboards considering there were offices at your job that still had keyboards just like it. Correction: your old job. You’d almost forgotten.

“SHIELD software was integrated with Stark tech after the Battle of New York. In theory, we should be able to put out an emergency signal on a secure Avengers server from here.” You almost hadn’t noticed Vision writing again as you zoned out a bit.

You would’ve been more excited over good news, but you’d learned over the years what happened when you got your hopes up. “So when you say in theory, I’m guessing the odds aren’t exactly...” You trailed off, unable to continue without sounding horribly pessimistic.

“It will work,” was all he wrote, a noticeable firmness in his grip as he held the pen. You didn’t say anything else but moved closer to the desk, directly by his side now. There was what could only be described as a hint of doubt in his expression before he turned back to the monitor as green text cluttered the screen.

“We can only hope so.” You let your hand brush his shoulder as you navigated back towards the door, no longer particularly caring to avoid crumpling the paper on the floor.

You weren’t sure how long it would take Vision to finish what he was doing, especially with the tech he was stuck with. You found it more than a bit ironic that possibly the most advanced machine on the planet had to use a decades-old computer to call for help. It felt weird to think of him as a machine. After what you’d been through in the past 24 hours alone, you’d begun to think of him as just another person. Well, not just another person, that wasn’t what you meant. How to put it...? You just couldn’t explain it. There was no precedent in your mind for a situation like this. Vision was a living being. As alive as anyone, maybe more so. That much you could say confidently.

Trying not to get too lost in your thoughts, you busied yourself investigating the rest of the apartment, not that there was much to find. Living room, connected kitchen, hallway with the office and stairs that led up to a bedroom and bathroom. All pretty standard. All of it looked fresh out of the 80’s. Well, maybe not fresh.

Just as you completed your lap of the place, you were interrupted by a low grumble from none other than your own stomach. That was a problem. There was definitely not food here. You had no other choice really than to shove the feeling to the back of your mind for now. You got yourself a glass of water to make do. At least the plumbing worked.

By the time Vision came back, it had been less than twenty minutes. “That was quick. Any success?” You sipped your water, ignoring the slight metallic tang it had.

Vision wrote as he crossed the room to stand opposite you from the island counter. “The beacon is active. Now someone just needs to hear it.”

Despite his lack of vocals, you sensed a definite lack of confidence in his words. “How long do you think that’ll take?” You hoped not too long. You were concerned about your food situation.

He didn’t bother writing a response. The expression on his face made it clear; he had no idea. Maybe never, if no one was out there to hear it. You only hummed a response, neither confirming nor retorting. The sound of you sipping your water seemed immensely loud in the heavy silence of the room.

“Well, what do we do now?” You were becoming anxious again. You didn’t like being forced to sit and wait. At any minute, you felt like law enforcement would start breaking the door down.

“We wait. There’s nothing else we can do.” He seemed apologetic. He wished he could give you a more concrete answer, some sort of assurance that this would all work out, but he couldn’t. Not truthfully, anyway.

It looked like you had some time to kill. You weren’t sure what all there really was to do. Still, it wasn’t all bad. At least you had company. “I wonder if there’s a better way we can communicate,” you mused, turning your mind to less dire matters.

Vision seemed to brighten up a bit as he was struck by an idea. “You don’t happen to know any ASL, do you?”

You shook your head. “Unfortunately, no. I assume you do?”

He responded by holding up his right hand in a closed fist and sort of nodded it up and down.

“I’m guessing that means... yes?” It wasn’t a far stretch. You’d actually thought about learning ASL before but never gotten around to it. There were more uses for it than people realized. Too bad work left you too busy and tired to make the time for lessons. Well now you had nothing but time.

Vision just nodded his head in the more familiar interpretation of the word. He grabbed the pen and paper again off the counter. “I could teach you some. At least the important parts, if you want.” He hesitated a split second between sentences, just a bit nervous, though the pause was nowhere near long enough for you to notice. It was barely a stutter in his programming, a single digit skipped somewhere in his code. Nothing to be concerned with.

“Yeah,” you said, maybe just slightly too enthusiastic. “Yeah, that’d be great! I— I mean, it would be useful, you know? Way more efficient than pen and paper. Uhm...” You were struggling to ask how he wanted to start when your stomach growled, providing a convenient segue into another topic. “Heh, sorry. Didn’t realize how hungry I was.” You tried to pass it off as no big deal, although you really were starving. You hadn’t eaten anything since before setting Vision free. It had been well over a full day since then.

He looked surprised for a moment, which he was, before he began writing. For a genius super-computer, he could sometimes be very forgetful of the needs of his human cohorts. They were very fragile things, humans. The need for sleep and food was something Vision never had to worry about, something he realized he took for granted. Something akin to guilt began to gnaw at him when he too realized how long it had been since the escape. He should’ve brought up the matter earlier. “We need to get you food,” he wrote very matter-of-factly. It wasn’t something up for debate.

“I don’t exactly have a lot of cash on me, Vis.” You flinched at the nickname, quick to move on before he could call you out on it. It had been merely a slip of the tongue, just shortening his name for the sake of convenience. It could have been a gesture of friendship towards the android, though you weren’t sure you’d quite earned the right to call Vision a friend, even if you were fond of him. “I’ve got like 10 bucks, tops.” You pulled a few crumpled bills from your pockets to emphasize your point. You obviously couldn’t use your credit card, either. You’d seen enough movies to know that.

Vision thought a moment before coming up with an idea. “It’s not the most ethical thing to do, but I could get cash out of an ATM. It’s technically a matter of survival, after all.” He demonstrated exactly what he meant by phasing his hand through the paper as you read, something that could just as easily be done to a cash machine.

It wasn’t so much the legality of the idea that bothered you. After all, you’d stolen multiple cars. It was the matter of Vision’s safety. Not that he couldn’t protect himself but he would be spotted quite easily if he went outside. That was just a matter of fact. And if someone called the police on a strange magenta man or anything along the lines of ‘robot,’ you could pretty much guarantee trouble. “I don’t know... What if someone sees you? The last thing we want is to compromise the safe house. I can just wait awhile longer, I’ll be fine.”

Your stomach chose that moment to grumble again, completely undermining your point. Vision shot you a look that more than sufficed to communicate what he was thinking but he wrote it down anyway. “It would seem we don’t have much of a choice.”

You sighed, all but forced to agree. Although, it would be nice to get some actual food before your stomach started eating itself. “Fine,” you relented. “But we wait until it gets dark out. It’s safer that way.”

Vision wasn’t about to argue.

-

Memorization wasn’t really your strong suit, but you seemed to do surprisingly well with the start of your sign language lessons. It helped that your teacher was so patient.

Vision thought it would be best to start with a few simple phrases for the sake of saving paper. Common things such as ‘sorry’ and ‘thank you.’ You had the benefit of only really needing to recognize them as opposed to being able to do the signs yourself, since Vision could obviously hear you, but you took it upon yourself to mimic the gestures anyway.

It had been a few hours and your head was starting to ache but you insisted on continuing. You were certain you were doing well and you wanted Vision to be impressed. Not only could you remember how to spell your own name, you could spell his as well. The rest of the alphabet may not have stuck as much but oh well. For now, words and phrases were more important.

“That’s... someone?” You guessed as Vision held up his index finger and waved it in a sort of circle. He’d been quizzing you for a few minutes now, to which you’d done pretty well. He shook his head this time, however, and tried not to look amused by the almost comically offended look on your face. “What? Yes it is! I’m certain that means ‘someone!’” You were insistent on the fact. Vision hadn’t tried to trip you up yet but he must be this time. You tried to mimic the motion, repeating the word as if that would change anything.

He shook his head again, not bothering to hide his smile this time. He reached for your hand, raising it higher to show you that there was, in fact, a slight difference between what he was signing and what you were. For a moment, you looked almost startled, like a deer in headlights. He didn’t miss the hint of color that tinged your cheeks. His assumption was merely that you were embarrassed by your mistake, though it was an easy one to make. He switched back to paper in order to explain. “This,” he repeated his first gesture. “means ‘always’. What you signed was ‘someone.’ See the difference?”

You nodded in understanding although your attention was beginning to drift. You felt like you were cramming for an exam in a class you hadn’t been attending. You may or may not have actually had to do that before. The point was, you’d learned just about all you were going to for the day. And just in time, it seemed, as you glanced toward the curtains, no longer backlit by the afternoon sun. You’d managed to kill most of the day, between checking that the computer was still working and just generally talking with Vision. There wasn’t much else to do, not that you were complaining. You were quite enjoying the android’s company and not just because you were stuck with him. And to top it off, you’d managed to distract yourself from how hungry you were. Until now, that is.

“How about we call it a day on the lessons, hm? I’d say now’s about the best time to head outside. There’s just one thing we have to do first.” You turned and exited the room without explanation, only saying you’d be right back. You ran upstairs to the bedroom, hoping you could find what you needed. You hadn’t voiced your plan to Vision, although you saw no reason for him not to go along with it. It was a smart idea if you said so yourself. At least that’s what you told yourself as you began rifling through drawers.

Vision wasn’t sure what to think at first when you came bumbling down the stairs again with a messily folded bundle in your hands. But your intention became clear quite quickly once you’d returned, immediately holding out the clothes to him before bothering to explain.

“I hope this isn’t rude but you kind of… stand out. I just thought, maybe it’d be a good idea to disguise yourself. Just for safety. Is that okay?” You hoped there was no offense taken by the gesture. In truth, you were glad Vision was going with you and not just because of the money thing. You didn’t feel particularly safe walking the streets alone at night, especially when you didn’t know the area. But having Vision by your side made you feel nigh invincible. There was just the small issue of technically being wanted criminals.

He smiled, more to himself than anything. It was just strange, he thought, how concerned you were with his opinion. Of course he wasn’t offended. It was a smart idea. He chuckled a bit, although it was a strange action given his physical state. The motion of a laugh was there, his shoulders shuddering as any human’s would despite his lack of need to actually breathe, but there was no sound. It was one of those mannerisms that was ingrained in his programming, though he wasn’t sure quite where it came from. Not from Jarvis, certainly, since the AI had no physical form, and Ultron likely hadn’t been terribly focused on such gestures at the time of his creation. In reality, it was simply something he’d picked up on his own, even if he wasn’t aware of it.

You let out a breathy chuckle of your own as he took the clothes, glad to see he agreed with you wholeheartedly. He got dressed quickly, leaving only his face visible when he was done. Luckily, it was cold enough outside for him to get away with wearing gloves, a scarf and a hat. The clothes were a bit old-fashioned but in a professional way. The long wool coat and slacks in particular gave the impression of a scholarly type, perhaps even a professor. You couldn’t help but think it was a good look for him.

“Well don’t you look just dashing,” you teased. You’d found a coat for yourself as well, deciding your own jacket wasn’t going to be enough. You silently thanked whatever SHIELD employee set this place up for supplying a myriad of spare clothes. “Oh, one more thing.” You turned to the coat rack by the door, grabbing a scarf that had been left hanging there. “Just in case.”

You hesitated at the front door. Despite the fact that you were merely going to look for a convenience store or something similar, your anxiety spiked as though it were a dangerous mission. You could just imagine all the ways you could get caught. It was almost enough to make you stay here, slowly starving to death waiting for something to happen. Vision noticed your apprehension, however, and did the first thing that came to mind to soothe your worries. He gave you a warm smile, holding out a bent arm for you to take. He thought you might find the somewhat old-fashioned gesture funny and he was right. You laughed, taking his arm anyway. It was a nice reminder that the odds of anything bad happening were tremendously low, which you mentally repeated to yourself as you stepped outside.

-

Everything had gone off without a hitch. There was a small grocery store a few blocks down which you’d run into just before closing time so the store was nearly empty. Vision had waited outside near the ATM, which had provided the funds you needed. Other than the bored clerk at the store, you hadn’t seen so much as a single soul this whole trip. By the time you and Vision were walking back, burdened by just a few days worth of groceries (which would ideally be more than enough), your previous worries had all but melted away.

You only wished the weather matched the feeling. Nothing was melting in this cold. In fact, a few snowflakes had begun to fall. They were almost mesmerizing under the blueish haze of the streetlights, whipped into a frenzy by the faintest of gusts. The sight wasn’t enough of a distraction, however. You couldn’t help it when a shiver wracked your body, your coat not doing nearly enough to prevent it. Vision noticed this, however, and stopped you both in your tracks.

He was quick to reach for the paper and pen in his coat pocket, a look on his face of more concern than you thought necessary. It was only a little chill. “Are you cold?” The question wasn’t particularly necessary, the answer being obvious. Still, it was polite to ask.

You tried to shrug it off, noticeably tensing to suppress a second shiver. “I’m fine. Let’s just hurry back.” You turned to keep walking, knowing there was still a decent walk ahead but he stopped you, putting a hand on your arm for the briefest of seconds. He just looked at you a moment, seeming to forget about his paper. You caught the faintest hint of conflict in his expression, though you didn’t know why. “What is it, Vision?”

Realizing he’d made you worry, Vision seemed to snap back to his senses. He gave you a reassuring smile and reached for his scarf, undoing it quickly. You were facing him, standing close enough to see the circuitry in his eyes. He paused again, however, debating his next action. For a being that didn’t have nerves, he sure felt nervous and didn’t fully understand why. He moved at a pace far slower than he was used to, hesitantly wrapping the scarf around your neck for you. His touch was light as a feather as if he were afraid to touch you. You could do nothing but watch him, lost in the details of his eyes and face as your grip on the grocery bags began to loosen involuntarily.  There was a moment where neither of you moved, his hands still lingering on the loose fabric of the scarf.

Your heart skipped a beat at the gesture, mind racing to find a logical conclusion that didn’t concern such things as the vague and confusing emotions that spiked in your chest just then. It was cold, so Vision gave you his scarf. Your hands were full, so he put it on for you. But what you couldn’t answer was why he lingered the way that he did and more importantly, why your chest began to feel tight in a way that wasn’t as unpleasant as you’d think. The most sensible reason you could think of was that he was simply a gentleman, and perhaps a little unfamiliar with personal boundaries. That was the only possibility you had the strength to consider. Anything else would open doors you were afraid to even imagine.

Footsteps scraping heavily against the pavement cut the tender, if rather nerve-filled moment short. You turned toward the sound, though Vision remained facing slightly away, bowing his head somewhat in an attempt to conceal himself. You froze when a figure emerged from the alleyway; a heavy-set man whose posture listed to one side, most likely from some kind of injury. His clothes were noticeably old and ragged, most definitely not warm enough for this weather. You would’ve asked him if he needed help were it not for the knife he brandished at you.

“Look, I don’t want any trouble,” he said, his voice wavering. Funny, you were just about to say the same thing. Clearly, he wouldn’t be doing this unless he was desperate and in a bad situation. Unfortunately, you weren’t much better off. “I saw you, I know you have cash. Just hand it over and no one gets hurts.”

Under normal circumstances you would’ve complied but you’d used up pretty much all the cash you got and you couldn’t risk giving him your wallet. If your ID found its way into police hands there’d be government agents swarming this place before you ever got the chance to bail. “We don’t have any money left, I swear. Please, just walk away.” You moved slowly, setting the grocery bags on the ground and raising your hands in surrender without making any sudden movements that could set him off. You weren’t as afraid as you probably should’ve been, choosing to try and reason with the man rather than flee, which would probably be the smarter option.

The man stepped closer to you, his grip on the knife visibly tightening. He was nearly within arm’s reach now which wasn’t ideal but you held your ground. Vision caught the man’s movement out of the corner of his eye, his hand reflexively grabbing at your arm protectively. The man furrowed his brow, glancing between the two of you in confusion. At this distance, even without Vision facing him, he could almost definitely tell something was strange here. Having given you his scarf, the only things covering Vision’s face were a hat and upturned coat collar. You spoke up again, drawing the man’s attention before he could get too close of a look. “This doesn’t have to get messy. Please… ”

You weren’t sure exactly how long the three of you stood there, time frozen around you. The only things that moved were the snowflakes that had grown more frequent in the past couple minutes. The man finally shifted, albeit barely, one foot scraping harshly against the concrete as he braced himself. He glanced between you and Vision again, jaw clenched tightly. “I ain’t walking away empty-handed. I can’t. Just gimme your damn wallet.”

Vision tugged gently on your arm. You weren’t sure exactly what he was trying to say, either trying to pull you closer to him or signal that you should run. You didn’t think running was a good idea. You feared Vision’s injuries acting up again and you didn’t want to test your own speed either. You turned back to the man, desperately pleading at this point. “I can’t …”

“Then I’ll just have to take it from you.” He didn’t give you another chance to argue, immediately lunging at you haphazardly. He couldn’t even get close to hitting you, however, as Vision’s reflexes were far superior to the man’s. The android grabbed his arm, twisting it painfully to the side and forcing him to drop the knife. The man yelped and threw a punch at Vision, who dodged it easily. The man didn’t seem to understand just how drastically outmatched he was, not even now that he had a clear view of Vision’s face. Whatever was going through his head, he still seemed to think fighting was his best option. He took another swing at Vision who, up until this point, had no intention of fighting back. But he was left with few other options. He pushed back against his attacker, sending the man sprawling to the ground with a painful ‘smack’ as he hit the pavement. There was genuine fear in his eyes when he looked back up at the two of you.

“Vis, we gotta go.” It was you holding his arm now, pleading with him to leave. He nodded quickly, completely in agreement. The two of you paused only long enough to scoop up the dropped grocery bags before making your escape. The man didn’t dare follow you as you disappeared down a side street, desperate to avoid any more prying eyes. This was the exact sort of thing you’d been afraid of when you’d left the safe house. You could only hope the man kept his mouth shut about what he’d witnessed tonight but it seemed luck may not be on your side.

-

A/N:  I want to mention that I don’t personally know much ASL and had to rely on videos, etc. so if anything at all is wrong, I apologize. Feel free to call me out.

#vision/reader #vision x reader #marvel fanfiction #avengers fanfiction

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“I am not going to join your band” Part 2

aka “I don’t know if I can join your band”

Part 2 is here with Mitch being a good best friend and slightly over protective + Harry jamming with you ;) 

Word Count: 4.8k | Warnings: crying, makeouts, swearing - otherwise its pure HS1 album FLUFF

agh my Tumblr is being so complicated - I was finally about to post this and then the page quit on me and deleted the draft but we are here again so hopeful it works!!  PLEASE give me feedback - I love to know what y’all think and let me know if anyone wants a part 3!

Part 1!

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Later in the Day

It was nearing the end of the official workday, the day when you had played for the entire crew that was working on Harry’s album. The stress of the day and the work you had done with Harry and Mitch on the song had made you more tired than you had ever been after any previous day in the studio.

“Y/N, would you mind staying late tonight? I want to keep working on the song from earlier and I want your input since it’s your tune after all.” 

You sat on an empty couch and looked up at Harry. “But Mitch is my ride?” you asked. “Oh...I mean I already assumed he was staying, but I can go check with him?” Harry gave a quick wink and then turned on his heel, quickly disappearing from your sight.

Of course, right then, Mitch walked through the opposite door, looking down at his phone. He glanced up and saw you, then he slowly switched his course to sit beside you. 

You leaned your head on his shoulder, the sweater he wore today was soft with black and dark purple stripes. You had given it to him for Christmas this past year. He usually only wore it for special occasions so you had been a bit surprised to see it on him today.

“You look tired,” Mitch said as he reached around to your shoulder and gave you a light pet.

“Harry wants us to stay and work on the piece I played earlier,” was all you responded, ignoring his previous statement. 

Mitch stiffened up, slightly, and rustled his body, making you lift your head from his shoulder and look at him inquisitively. “I can’t stay late tonight,” was all he said, his face unreadable and his eyes not willing to meet yours.

“Mitch, what’s up?” your eyes filled with concern, “Are you feeling alright? Do you think you’ve caught a cold?”

Mitch’s eyes flashed around the room, making sure the two of you wouldn’t be overheard. Then he turned to you, moving one leg to rest underneath him, the other hanging off the couch. 

He whispered, “I’m going on a date with Sarah tonight.”

“Oh.” You didn’t know what else to say.

You still loved Mitch and he had found Sarah. Admittedly, they were perfect together, and you had never seen him smile so much with anyone else besides you - and Harry, now.

And you knew, you knew the way he looked at Sarah was never the way he looked at you. Maybe you had never had anything to compare it with before or maybe all this time you had been deluding yourself, but Mitch never looked passionately at you, with the fire of admirance and love in his eyes - it seemed to be reserved only for Sarah.

Sarah was wonderful, you and her got along well, and she put up with Mitch’s idiosyncrasies. If anyone was taking Mitch away from you, you guessed you had to be lucky it was Sarah. Still, you couldn’t help the lump in your throat that you had when Mitch told you his news.

“Well,” you looked away from Mitch’s gleaming eyes, “I’ll just ask Harry if he can give me a lift home when we’re done here. Enjoy your date, Mitch. You deserve to be happy.”

Mitch noticed the look on your face and he felt horrible. You were his best friend so he had wanted to tell you about how excited he was for this. It had been so hard for him to finally ask Sarah out rather than just hanging out with her in a group. He only had been able to do it with the help of Harry, who had kept encouraging him to go for it everyday. But Mitch knew how you felt about him. He liked to pretend he didn’t notice, he liked to think everything you did for him was just best friend stuff, but at the end of the day he knew it wasn’t. The look on your face just now confirmed that.

He wanted to say ‘I’m sorry’ but he wasn’t sure that would actually help the situation.

So he said, “Thanks, Y/N…” and you thought that was it, but then he continued, “You know what, you deserve to be happy, too. I know Harry’s been asking you to join the band and I know you’ve been saying no, but maybe, reconsider. This is our chance to do something with our lives, bigger than we ever could have hoped. C’mon, we say we’re happy living these boring, quiet lives, but I’ve known you your whole life. I’ve been with you when you were in high school, laying on the roof of my car, looking up at the stars, saying, ‘Ya’wanna’know my wildest dream, Mitch? My wildest dream is to get the fuck outta here and make a name for myself. Be somebody. Not be some forgotten name in this town’s tiny cemetery with a headstone that reads: ‘She lived a happy, boring, uneventful life here and now she’s fucking dead’.”

Silence.

Mitch wasn’t one to go on a tangent, more of a wise word interjected here and there man. Random thoughts sometimes, but a paragraph worth of words, almost never.

“That was a little hyperbolic of me,” was your only response.

Mitch looked at you, obviously not satisfied at your response. You sighed. “I’ll think about it,” you resigned.

Mitch said, “Good,” and ruffled the hair on top of your head before exiting the room.

You sat back and ran your hands over your face, it was hot in the room, the air feeling like you were swimming and couldn’t get to the surface. You let out a loud huff and closed your eyes.

“Mitch not staying?” Your eyes flashed open.

Harry stood just inside the doorway of the room. “I’m assuming you found him first and he told you he couldn’t stay.”

“How do you figure that?”

You sat up and looked at Harry, his arms were crossed over his chest, pushing his biceps up, making them look more prominent. He then moved quickly to sit in the wheely chair across from the couch. He sat in it and swiveled around, scooting closer to you and looking directly in your eyes.

“From the look on your face, you seem upset. And when I went to look for him, I couldn’t find him and then got held up on my way back to you. So, he must’ve found you first.”

You sighed again. You really didn’t think talking about it would make you feel better, but Harry obviously could tell there was something wrong and he wasn’t the kind of guy to just ignore it.

“Yeah,” you balked at the eye contact Harry was trying to maintain and looked at your pair of feet between the two of you.

Harry was wearing some black old skool vans, you were wearing checkered ones that looked a bit more worn in. “You have big feet,” you continued, trying to change the course of discussion, you suspected where it was going.

“Y/N,” Harry rested a hand on your knee, pleading for you to be serious, and you flashed your eyes back to his face.

“You’re in love with him, yeah?”

Harry’s tone was serious, but he asked it softly, scared that you might take offense to the intrusive question. The question echoed in your mind, bouncing off the walls repeating itself. Then tears welled up in your eyes, you couldn’t stop them and finally you couldn’t stop from blinking either.

The tears slid down your face, “I-I, uh, know he’s falling for Sarah.” You sniffled, but continued, “And I’m happy for him, I really am, all I’ve ever wanted for him is to be happy. He’s...my best friend, but I had always hoped that he’d want to be happy with me…”

You couldn’t stand this rush of emotion and the fact that you were now sobbing in front of Harry. You sank onto the back of the couch, leaning forward and covering your face again.

Harry looked on as you fell apart in front of him. It pained him to see you like this. He had liked getting to know your infectious spirit over the past weeks. It was quiet, but it was there below the surface, just asking to be let out.

He reached out and took your hands from your face. You looked up, eyes puffy and red already, as he cradled your face in one hand and held yours in the other.

“Hey, shhh, Darling, don’t cry please,” he whispered.  His thumb ran over your cheek, swiping quickly away at the tears leaving your eyes.

You tried to stop, but you couldn’t.

“Oh, Darling, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.” Harry muttered after a few more minutes passed of your weeping and his attempts at trying to comfort you.

“‘S not your fault, really,” you choked out, still trying to take deep breaths and get yourself under control.

After one more deep breath, you felt the tears stopping their flow, and your watery eyes looking into Harry’s intense stare.

“I was ready to cry the minute Mitch told me he was going on a date with Sarah tonight. I was trying to calm myself down when you came in. You probably could’ve said ‘want some dinner?’ and I would’ve started sobbing about how Mitch’s favorite meal is dinner.” You weakly laughed and Harry’s lips quirked up slightly, still feeling terrible for you.

He ran a hand softly over your hair, “Do ya’ want some? Some dinner?” voice still staying low, yet taking on a lighter tone.

His voice helped soothe you out of your sadness. It was melodic even when he spoke, his accent could make anything sound good.

He starts to go on about how there’s probably some food left that would be good, but you cut him off, “Harry, I’m not really hungry.”

“Oh...well,” he sat silent for a  moment, “What always helps me when I’m sad is pouring those emotions into my work. Write some of my favorite stuff like that.”

You began to smile for the first time, almost all day, “I’d like that.” Your voice cracked a bit, your throat was definitely sore from the sobs that you kept emitting while you had cried over Mitch.

“Alright, let’s get in there, then,” Harry jerked his head to the studio behind him and fixed his grasp in your hand. He pulled you to your feet and into the next room.

The two of you set to work, you on the piano and him on the guitar. You talked about the chord progressions and how it sounded, but otherwise you didn’t speak much.

You appreciated Harry for sticking with you in your rough time, for being there for you.

“Wait, play that again..” Harry heard you had tweaked the sound of the melody. You played it on the piano - “I like that, do you think you can play it on the guitar?”

“Yeah, I guess,” you rose from the piano stool and took the guitar from Harry. You shut your eyes and tried to picture the chords in your mind, you had never been as good at guitar. Mitch had taught you a little bit and you’d strummed a bit more these past few weeks, but it was definitely a challenge for you.

You opened your eyes after a minute and placed your fingers on the first chord and jumped into the progression.

“Keep playing that,” Harry said. Then, he began to sing, “Sweet Creature…” he looked straight at you.

You didn’t notice as you focused on keeping the progression the same and keeping the tempo Harry had liked from earlier.

“Had another talk about where it’s going wrong,” at these words you looked up from the guitar. Your playing cut off and your eyes met Harry’s.

He licked his lips and looked expectantly at you. “That was amazing, Harry!”

His brows knit together, he thought you had gotten upset from the words. He thought it was so obvious he was singing about you, but you simply complimented his art, oblivious to him drawing from you and Mitch and himself.

“Yeah, that was pretty good, I’ll write it down, but do you want to work on something else for now, don’t want to overwork this one. I’ll probably figure out the rest of lyrics on my own.” Harry said quickly, wanting to move forward, slightly embarrassed.

You nodded, but you were confused that Harry wanted to move one when you were making so much progress.

-

“We should probably get going,” Harry said after checking his phone for the time.

You knew it was late, but it hadn’t bothered you. Staying late, working on songs with just Harry, it had helped to take your mind off of Mitch and Sarah. This was the beginning of a new chapter for you. One where you weren’t going to pine over Mitch.

You nodded and began to gather your things scattered around the studio.

Harry and you had eventually ended up laying on the floor, heads towards each other, staring at the ceiling. The first few hours had been productive, honestly, you’d worked through some kinks in various songs in progress. But after hour three, the exhaustion was getting to both of you and the creative juices had run out.

You laid there, together, Harry strumming his guitar idly as you talked about nothing in particular, that is, until Harry saw the time.

-

“So…” you started after you had settled into Harry’s car.

Harry glanced at you, ready to drive off, but wanting to know what you had to say first.

“I’ve been thinking about your offer for me, for me to play keys on tour.” You expected Harry to say something, but he looked at you waiting for you to continue.

“I,” you stopped, taking a deep breath and sighing heavily, “It would be a great opportunity, I just don’t know yet- I don’t know if I can join your band.” You looked down at your hands, you felt silly, still not giving Harry a real answer, when he continued to ask you to join.

“Nothing has to be decided right now...it’s better than ‘I’m not going to join your band’ - it’s not a ‘no’ - and I can work with that.”

You laughed, slightly relieved at his response, and rested your head on your palm, your arm situated on the car door windowsill, a sparkle appearing in your eyes as you looked over at Harry.

After this, he drove you to your apartment, and you sat listening to the soothing songs of Harry’s playlist emit from the speakers. You spoke only when Harry needed directions back to your home.

“‘Ere we are,” Harry said as you pulled up to the front of your apartment. You noticed his voice got deeper and slower the later it got in the day.

You didn’t know how to get out and leave.

Like you did, of course, but usually when Mitch gave you a ride home you would give him a hug, but this wasn’t Mitch, it was Harry. You felt weird not doing anything to say a meaningful goodbye, especially after what Harry had done for you tonight - distracting you from your sadness and channeling it elsewhere.

Maybe Harry noticed your fidgeting because he grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze. “Hope ya’ have a nice night, yeah?” Then he gave you one of his smiles that could make world peace possible.

“Thank you...for everything, really means a lot,” you gave his much larger hand a squeeze back.

“Ouch! Trynna kill me?” Harry yanked your clasped hands up as if he’d just been burned. He teased you and you both burst into a hearty laugh despite your sleepiness.

“Goodnight, Harry!” You sang as you pulled away from his grasp and exited the car. You gave him a little twirl and dance once you were out of the car. He then watched you practically dance into your apartment building, only driving off once you were safely inside.

If there was one thing you had learned over the past month, it was that you could trust Harry and he’d be there for you. It was nice to know you had someone you could rely on beside Mitch.

One week later

You rolled your eyes at Harry, “Oh my god,” dragging out the words. He was teasing you in the studio, chasing after you in order to pick you up and swing you around.

He had been being silly all day, constantly calling you in between takes, running around, making jokes. He was in a good mood today. You didn’t know why.

After last week's breath through with what Harry called Sweet Creature, the album work had gotten a lot easier. Things flowed much quicker and everyone’s moods were brightened by it. But, you didn’t think it constituted the way Harry was being today.

-

Lunchtime rolled around in the middle of a meeting in the soundboard room, you noticed instantly that Harry’s mood had changed.

He was hunched over the tech, fiddling with various buttons - even after the technicians insisted he let them deal with it, he couldn’t be stopped. “Just need to…” he mumbled to himself and then trailed off.

You all sat there in slight confusion because you had thought he had called everyone into the room for some specific reason. However, after a few moments of his inattention to everyone, you realized he had forgotten he had called the meeting.

“Hey, Harry, it’s lunchtime,” Adam said after people had to become restless with inaction.

“Oh? We can talk about the song later then, I guess,” Harry said, barely moving his attention away from his work.

People filed out, but you stayed put, only moving to Harry’s side when the room had emptied.

“What’re you doing?” He didn’t even bother with a response or a glance thrown your way. “You were so happy earlier, what happened?”

“Just want it to be perfect…” Harry finally spoke up, his voice coming out muffled but he still wasn’t paying attention to you.

He waved you off when you tried to get him to explain more, but eventually you grew annoyed. You puffed out an angry sigh and stalked out of the room with a gruff “Fine.”

Harry never joined you for lunch and your annoyance changed back to concern. Not only were you technically third-wheeling with Mitch and Sarah, but you knew Harry skipping lunch was a sign of him overworking himself. You excused yourself from the new couple and went to search for Harry, it was an hour into lunch now.

You finally found him in a back room, it mainly stored broken instruments and other random crap someone had forgotten to get rid of or fix.

“Harry,” you breathed out, thankful to find him.

He looked up from where he sat on the ground. You now noticed he wasn’t just sitting there. He had been crying, his eyes how yours had been just a week ago, bloodshot and filled with pain.

“What if it’s not good enough? What if...what if I’m not good enough?”

You rushed to Harry at the sound of his voice cracking. His voice filled with confusion, anxiety, and pain. His self-doubt pulled at your heartstrings. How could someone so wonderful not see that they were so talented and loved.

“Hey now,” you crouched down next to him and pulled him into your chest.

“Do not ever. And I mean ever,” you pushed his head back to force him to meet your eyes, “let anyone - including yourself- tell you you’re not good enough, Harry Styles. Because you are more than enough and this album, it’s gonna be amazing and people are going to love it. I just know it.”

You sat with him while his tears rolled down his beautiful face. Just one week ago, he had been there when you were at a low moment and now you were there for him.

“How’d you know to come find me?” Harry asked after a few minutes of shaky deep breaths attempting to calm himself back down.

You rubbed your hand across his broad back in circular motions. “Didn’t. But it’s an hour into lunch and if you’re late it’s never more than thirty minutes and if you plan to eat in the studio and work, you grab it first thing and go back. I noticed you were off in your head in the soundboard room earlier, so I thought I’d check around for you,” you said like it was the most logical thing in the world to know Harry’s exact habits.

Then you added, “I was concerned about you.”

Harry raised his head and you brushed his hair from his face once more. His green eyes appeared a darker shade in this moment, the room was dimly lit and his tears had tired him out. You liked touching his hair, it was soft and lush, your fingers combing easily through the locks.

You returned his stare and his eyes seemed to search yours. “I’m very thankful you’re in my life, Y/N,” was all he said after the silent stare.

“I’m very thankful for you, too,” you started sincerely, and then decided to poke some fun at him, attempting to lighten the heavy feeling in the room, “Even if you pester me constantly and are always incessantly talking my ear off…”

Harry’s face twisted into a smug smirk and threw his arms around you, “Oh, is that how you want to play it?”

He pulled you to him in a hug and then yanked the two of you back with a weird thrash of his body, you couldn’t contain the squeal that left your mouth. His movements caused you two to end up laying on the ground with Harry on his back and you right on top of him.

“Look at what you’ve done,” you said, mock exasperated, your faces extremely close together as you laid against one another.

As much as you didn’t like being yanked around, you were happy that Harry was moving past his self-doubt and feeling like his usual happy self.

“Looks great from where I’m at,” he stated proudly, his smirk now a wide grin, “How ‘bout you? How’s your view?” Harry’s words set your heartbeat racing.

Your noses could have touched if you let your neck relax a few millimeters. And his hands were around your waist holding you tightly, while yours were on his chest. You didn’t realize how warm he was until this moment. Had he always been this warm? Or was it the crying? Or the small room? Your mind raced alongside your heartbeat. Everything inside you was practically burning from your current position.

“It’s quite lovely,” you admitted. Your neck was starting to hurt from holding it up at this odd angle, so you decided to relax it. Now your nose was touching Harry’s. His skin brushing soft up against yours. You didn’t miss when Harry’s breath hitched at the contact. His arms encircled your body more and gripped you more tightly. Then you felt him begin to sit up and your legs fell around his body.

When you were fully upright, you were straddling him, your bodies closer than you thought possible in this position. Your chest was so tight to his you could feel your breasts aching from the pressure. It was silent, just Harry’s and your breathing filling the space. The air was thick to breathe. This tension you didn’t realize existed between you and Harry had become unmistakably clear in the past few minutes. Friends do not do whatever was going on right here, but you were okay with that. Harry’s nose matched up with yours again in this shifted position, his eyes trained on yours.

You parted your lips, wanted to say something to break the tension, but the movement caused Harry’s gaze to flicker down to your pink lips. They looked so sweet to him and you knew the look he gave you when he renewed eye contact. You fluttered your eyelids closed and one of Harry’s hands slipped up to brush at your cheek and tilt your head. Then, his lips fell onto yours.

They were soft, yet tasted a bit salty from stray tears around his mouth. You smiled, pressing back into his mouth eager to feel more warmth in your contact with him. He slipped his tongue into your open mouth, licking into you softly. Your body pressed down onto him and he shuddered from the movement. One hand traveled down to your hip to grip you in place as your kissing continued.

“Eager little girl, hmm?” Harry teasingly said, pulling away after the second time you practically rolled your hips over his during your makeout session.

You took one of your hands that was gripping the base of his neck and patted him lightly on the cheek, “Hey!” you giggled at his feigned look of shock.

You started to tell him to watch his mouth, but then the door opened, and Mitch’s figure appeared. He took in the sight in front of him. His childhood best friend straddling his new best friend on the ground of a glorified trash can of a room.

He shook his head and raised his brows at you both. “Lunch is over, neither of you were answering your phones. Should have known I would walk in on something like this.” Your jaw was dropped in disbelief. “I’ll leave you two to, um, finish up,” Mitch closed the door and walked away.

“We can talk about this later,” you said quickly and swung one leg from around Harry, fumbling to make yourself look more presentable and less like you had just had what was turning into a hot and heavy makeout session with the boss, technically. Then you ran after Mitch. He hadn’t gotten far, his long legs not meaning much when he didn’t really choose to utilize them.

“Mitch!” You grabbed his shoulder and he kind of shrugged you off.

He looked down at you, silent. Normally, you weren’t fazed by his silence, but right now you needed him to speak, you could tell walking in on you and Harry had been unpleasant for him even if what you had been doing wasn’t x-rated.

“Wait up, c’mon, talk to me, please,” you begged him.

He sighed and leaned against the hallway’s wall. His body slumped there and he crossed his arms over his chest. “Y/N, what the hell are you doing? I said ‘think about joining his band, not his harem.’”

“Ok, he doesn’t-” you started, but Mitch continued, cutting you off. “Like, I don’t get how you think it’s a good idea to be sleeping with Harry.” His voice was hushed, but his tone was angry. It was like he was whisper-shouting at you.

“Mitch, first of all, I am not sleeping with Harry. That was the first time, anything like that had ever happened between us. Second, I told him to wait so I could talk to you first about it, so if you’re really uncomfortable with it, I won’t kiss him again.”

It had only been a week since Mitch had started dating Sarah and loving him for your entire life wasn’t going to go away in seven days, even if it felt good to kiss Harry, you wouldn’t do anything that might hurt Mitch.

And Mitch knew that, and he also knew he couldn’t be with Sarah and tell you not to be with someone you were interested in. Harry and you could be a good thing for you, but if all it was was a coping mechanism for you to get over Mitch that wouldn’t be fair to Harry, who was also Mitch’s friend. He just wished he’d never opened that door now. Ignored it and kept walking, let someone else find you and Harry.

“You don’t need my permission,” Mitch responded.

“What?”

“Saying you wouldn’t be with him based on my opinion means you would change how you feel just because of me. You shouldn’t base your choices off of someone else.”

“I just meant, because you're my best friend and you're close with Harry, I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable with either of us.”

“Y/N, if you want my blessing, you’ve got it. Just make sure both of you are there for the right reasons.”

You smiled at Mitch, who still looked off put by the entire situation. You reached out to him and he pushed off the wall to meet your hug halfway. His substantial body enveloped you like a dark cocoon, Mitch had dressed head to toe in black today.

This was new territory for both of you, finding yourself people who might just be perfect for you. It was daunting, but you were excited.

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I do?

Requested: yes! By @maximes-world

Pairing: Stefan Salvatore x fiancé reader

Warnings: angst, miscarriage, it’s sad, cussing?, bridezilla, idk what else.

A/n: I don’t own gif nor the picture of the wedding gown. Wedding gown and bouquet pic came from Google. Credit to owners of the gif and pic. Hope you like this, hopefully I have got everything you requested. Hope y’all have a wonderful holiday season merry Christmas! Happy holidays!

Place & time: Mystic falls Virginia, before they turned

When I first met Stefan Salvatore I never thought he would be my husband. I thought we would always be just best friends, nothing more nothing less. Boy, am I happy to be wrong.

I’ve always lived in mystic falls. My family, the L/n family was apart of the founding families in Mystic falls. I was just a wee child when I first met Stefan. I practically grew up with him. He was my best friend, and Damon was like my big brother.

I remember meeting them as a tiny child. I’m not even sure how I remember it. I must’ve been only three or four.

I was so shy it’s embarrassing to think about. We had just got out of our horse drawn carriage in front of the Lockwood mansion, it was a small dance they were having with all the founding families together.

My tiny 3 year old self was wearing a purple ball gown fitted for a three year old. I could barely stand in my dress it was heavy. But I had to be there with my family. My mother held my hand as my father held her arm, leading us into the house.

“Hello, Mr. l/n. Mrs. L/n. Miss, L/n.” I shyly nodded at Mr. Lockwood practically hiding in my Mothers Emerald green ball gown.

“If you would like you may go play with the other children.” Mr. Lockwood had bent down to my level. I looked up at my mom would had nodded. “You all my come in. I’ll get one of the helpers to lead Y/n to the other children.” I held my moms hand as we all walked into the giant mansion.

You have to remember I was so tiny!! So the giant Mansion was even bigger for me as a wee child.

A lady of color had came over to me. A smile on her face and in my own. The lady was Miss. Sipsi. I had grown use to seeing her when I had to go to these things with my parents. Miss, Sipsi was magical (a witch I had learned when I had gotten older). I never knew how she did thing she had done. She could make a flower crown in a insistent. A cloudy day a bright sunny day. And she had taught me a few things when my family had visit the Lockwood family. Somehow she taught me to do magic. Just a few small things.

When I seen him I hid in Miss. sipsis dress. She chuckled, shaking her head as she gave me a small nudge. “It’s okay, these boys are nice.” I was the only girl in the whole group. “Mr. Salvatore?” Two boys turned towards Sipsi.

“Yes ma’am?” They both spoke at the same time walking over to Miss. Sipsi. “Boys this is Y/n l/n. Her father is one of the founding fathers of mystic falls just like your father. Stefan was about 5 years old and Damon was 13.

“Nice to meet you.” Damon smiled at the little girl. She nodded as she shyly waved. “This is my little brother Stefan. He’s around your age.” Damon spoke softly so he wouldn’t scare y/n.

From then on they became friends. They (Y/n and Stefan) would play around the houses. Stefan was her best friend and Damon was like her older brother.

As time went in they got closer and closer. Nothing could come in between them. When Y/n turned 16 her parents decided it was time for her to get married. Back in those times the parents would arranging their marriage. They couldn’t chose for themselves.

Y/n and Stefan were already courting. They would go to dances together, walk through the town and go to the school house together. They had fallen in love.

One summer night something happened that probably shouldn’t have happened. (They did the deed). They had a passionate night in the barn of the L/n plantation.

Weeks after that night Y/n began getting sick in the mornings. She would throw up all the contents in her stomach. Sometimes certain foods would trigger the sickness. Y/n was worried she was getting sick so she went to Miss, Sipsi. She would be able to tell Y/n if anything was wrong.

Miss sipsi came up to Y/ns room and immediately knew what was the problem. There was a very small bump on her tummy that was not there weeks ago.

“Oh honey.” Miss Sipsi said as she held your hair as you had puked. “Whats wrong with me?” You asked as you wiped your mouth with a wet wash cloth.

Miss sipsi felt an energy coming from Y/n and smiled. “You’re going to have a baby.” She spoke with a small smile. “What? I can’t they’ll take it away from me because I’m not married.” You were worried they would take the child from you since it was wrong for a woman to conceive a child before marriage.

“It’s okay. You and Stefan are due to be married in a few months. Well just make sure your dresses can’t show the baby.” Y/n smiled and nodded hugging Miss. sipsi. Happy and nervous tears poured from her eyes. “Thank you! Thank you!” She cried knowing Miss sipsi was the most loyal person she knew.

Months passed and it was time for the wedding. You walked into the Salvatore yard looking at your fiancé Stefan. Damon your soon-to-be brother in law bump Stefans shoulder as you came into view.

“Miss. L/n.” Damon smiled bowing his head down politely in greeting. “Mr. Salvatore, lovely day is it not?” You smiled as Stefan took you into his arms. His hands subconsciously going to rest on the covered baby bump. Stefan and Damon were told right after you had found out. You made them swear to not tell anyone. In fear you would lose the child because you weren’t married.

Through out the pregnancy you had some problems. You would get random cramps and would sometimes spot. You would freak out and ask Sipsi if everything was okay and she would assure you everything was fine. But today you knew something was wrong.

You were big pregnant like, 37 weeks almost time for the baby. Tomorrow was your wedding and you were freaking out! We’re they going to see the baby bump through the wedding dress? Was this good enough? Are you ready for marriage?

You were walking inside of the Salvatore house when you felt sharp pains in your lower stomach then pressure. You cried out falling to the floor holding your baby bump. Stefan and Damon came running to you. Miss sipsi, who became your helper ran towards you.

“I think somethings wrong with the baby.” You said as blood covered your dress. You cried as you felt more pain.

“Take her to her room!” Miss sipsi ordered. “Whats happening?” Y/n cried as Stefan laid her in her bed. “The baby, it’s gone.” Miss sipsi said as she placed her hand on your tummy feeling how the energy from the baby was gone. You sobbed as you place a hand on the bump.

You had to give birth to a still born baby. It was one of the worst feelings you have ever felt. You squeezed stefans hand as you gave birth to the baby. He too was crying, knowing he would never be able to watch his child grow up.

The cleaned the baby handing her to you. You sobbed hardened as the laid the lifeless baby on your chest letting hold her. “I’m so sorry.” You cried as you kissed her small head. Stefan cried as he kissed your forehead. His arms wrapped around you as he sat beside you in the bed.

“We still have to name her.” You said as you wiped the tears from your eyes. Stefan nodded as he looked down at the small baby. “Anana Lilian Salvatore.” Stefan smiled nodding as tear flooded his eyes, clouding his vision.

“Anana means a gift from the gods, Lilian purity also it was your mother’s name and Salvatore your last name.” You told Stefan as you wiped his tears with your free hand.

They took the baby and Stefan held you as the two of you cried. Tomorrow was the wedding would it still go on? Everything was set up, ready to have you Stefan married. Your mother had made your wedding gown, would you let all her work go to waste?

You looked at stefan. He was laid beside you asleep. You ran your hand through his luscious locks and smiled, kissing his shoulder that was right beside you. He stirred awake and looked at you and gave you a soft smile.

“Hi beautiful.” He greeted pulling you closer and kissing your lips softly. “Hi.” You whispered against his lips.

“It’s morning.” You whispered as you lied your head in his shoulder as his arms tangled around your body.

“Today’s the wedding.” He mumbled, his sleep present in his voice. You nodded as you began to think. “Do we have to have the wedding today?” You asked as you closed your y/e/c eyes.

“I think we should. It can give you something to think about get your mind off things. Plus your mom has worked hard on your beautiful dress I can’t wait to see you in. Your cousin Hannah has been so excited to go to a wedding. And, she’s made your bouquet with those beautiful flowers from the garden.” He wasn’t pressuring you to have the wedding. He just wanted you to not regret not having the wedding.

You nodded and gave him a small smile. Trying to make it a genuine smile. “Okay.”

The day continued and you were getting ready for your wedding. Your mother hemmed the beautiful white wedding gown to fit you better.

You heled the bouquet and smiled as you felt like a princess. You were glad Stefan talked you into having the wedding.

Your wedding dress and bouquet:

You smiled as you heard everyone gathering inside the church. Your father smiled as he seen you for the first time in your wedding gown.

“You are not allowed to cry, father.” You spoke wiping your eyes so you wouldn’t cry.

“Sorry, I just can’t believe my little girl is all grown up.” Your father had no clue about your pregnancy or miscarriage. You only told Stefan, Damon, your mother and Sipsi. You didn’t want to see the look of disappointment on your fathers face.

“Soon enough you’ll have children of your own and you’ll be saying the same thing.” He said as he place a sweet fatherly kiss on your temple.

As the wedding went on your father walked you down the isle. Stefan was smiling as he stood at the end of the isle. To his right was the preacher and to the left Damon.

Y/n smiled as she held onto her fathers arm with one arm and her other held her bouquet.

At the end of the isle your father stood there smiling. The whole town watched as the towns lover birds got married. Each one of them happy for the amazing couple.

“Do you promise to love and cherish y/n; For better or worst, in sickness and in Health, richer or poorer, for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” He vowed, smiling brightly as he sliped the gold and diamond wedding ring onto her left ring ringer.

“I do.” Y/n vowed slipping his gold wedding band onto his finger. Smiling as she slipped the ring in his finger.

“Well, by the power vested in me I now pronounce you husband in wife. You may now kiss your bride.” Stefan and Y/n smiled brightly as the two sealed the wedding with a kiss. Everyone in the church clapping and celebrating.

Hours went by and it was night time. Y/n and Stefan went inside of their house. A big two level house right on the outskirts of town. Miss sipsi came to knocking on the door with a gift.

They welcomed the woman in and opened the bag. “Baby clothes?” Y/n asked as she looked through the bag confused. Y/n looked up at miss. sipsi confused and asked why she was giving her baby clothes.

“Y/n, you need to see this.” Y/n followed the sound of her husbands voice when she heard cooing.

“Oh, my god.” She gasped seeing her baby alive and well. “How?” She asked her friend, unable to wrap her mind around the fact her still born baby was now alive.

“I talked to the witch ancestors. They allowed me to bring the child back. They thought it was worth the sacrifice. Saying the child would be special, unlike any other child in the world.” Y/n cried as she rushed over to Sipsi hugging the small woman happily. “Thank you so, so much!” She cried hugging the woman so tight she couldn’t move. “I’m forever in your debt. If there is anything I can do for you say the words.”

Sipsi smiled hugging Y/n and giving her a motherly type kiss on her forehead. “Young lady, you’ve done so much for me. I am just repaying a favor.” She smiled as she watched y/n get to hold her baby.

“I found the crib in a store and knew I had to get it for you. I traded a few quilts and two chickens for it.” Y/n smiled as she held the baby close to her chest. “Thank you so much!” Stefan spoke, hugging the woman tightly. The two were so thankful for what Sipsi had done. They knew if they could do anything for Sipsi they would.

From then on they lived happily ever after...

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[because-of-a-friend]

Boyfriend!Dino Fluff

MASTERLIST

Coups | Jeonghan | Joshua | Jun | Hoshi | Wonwoo | Woozi | DK | Mingyu | Minghao | Seungkwan | Vernon | Dino

Hey anon! Thanks for the request and the kind words about my writing! I hope this is what you wanted! Feel free to request more! This is a series I do by request so if I’m missing someone you want, you have to request it!

Dino and you meet at a coffee shop 

He’s rushing to grab a drink before he has a meeting with the other members and some of their managers 

Which is why he’s not paying a whole lot of attention to the orders being called out as he reads the texts Coups is sending him to hurry up

So when he hears an order that sounds close to his but not exactly

He just grabs it thinking they must have messed it up and he doesn’t have the time to deal with it

And he’s already gulping it down when he turns to leave and sees you!!!

And you were coming up to grab your drink

AKA the drink he is currently downing

When he realizes what is happening he turns so red

And starts stuttering

“I just- I was in a rush so- It was so similar to mine- I thought” 

You just laugh

“Hey honestly it’s fine, if you’re in a rush, go ahead and take it” 

“Oh wow, honestly you’re too kind, I don’t know how to make it up to you”

“I can just take your drink! And... you can give me your number”

Dino.exe has stopped working

“Right... right! My number!”

He grabs your phone and types it in

You take your phone back and look up

He’s just sitting there staring at you

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“Oh right!” he panics and starts heading for the door. “Text me soon! I’ll buy you a replacement coffee!”

The whole time he’s in the meeting 

He’s in a daze

Just like trying not to grin as he thinks about you being so forward and catching him off guard and making his heart beat like crazy

It doesn’t actually take you long at all to text him

“Hey coffee boy, when am I getting my replacement drink?”

He reads the text twenty times in a row and every time he jumps back onto his bed and kicks his feet into the air

Hoshi walks into his room and walks back out immediately

“Umm guys, I think Dino is broken”

Dino realizes he actually has to reply and asks if you’re free to meet that weekend

You are!!!

When you get to the cafe, Dino is already there with both of your drinks

“You remembered my order?”

“Well it’s so close to mine”

He’s already red

There’s a moment of silence

“So, coffee boy, do you have a name?”

“Oh! It’s Chan, Lee Chan”

“Hello Lee Chan, I’m [Y/N]”

After finally introducing yourselves, you get to know each other

Dino really really really really likes talking to you so he asks you every little question he can think to

And he commits it all to memory

It doesn’t take him long to realize you are his ideal type that he didn’t even know he had

Like your humor, your interests, the way you speak

Every little gesture makes him feel comfortable and happy

You two talk for hours without even realizing it 

He doesn’t even know how late it is until Mingyu is calling him to ask why he’s not at practice

“Oh! I have to go!”

“Haha, you’re always in a rush, aren’t you Lee Chan”

He scratches the back of his head and blushes a bit

“I don’t want you to think I’m just running off, I really enjoyed spending time with you and-”

You grab his hand to stop his rambling 

“We’ll do this again” you affirm before sending him off 

And you do

You and Dino meet up for little dates more and more often

The other boys are having a heyday when they realize what’s happening 

“[Y/N] and Dino sittin in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G”

“Guys pls this is the third time you’ve sung that today”

“First comes love then comes marriage-”

“This is why I’m never introducing them to any of you”

But he still shyly asks them to help him come up with date ideas and how to dress when he meets up with you

Your whole relationship is so exciting for him bc honestly he had never really thought about dating until he met you so he’s feeling all this stuff for the first time and it’s just a great time for him tbh

Meaning he absolutely adores you

Get ready for random moments where you look up and he’s just looking at you like 

*          *              * *             * *     *        *  *             * *        *               Heart Eyes   * *    *       *       *          *   * *  *    *     * *      *       *     *      * *

He’s also gonna get shy and giggly any time he initiates physical contact

But he’s like obsessed with hugging you, cuddling, holding your hand, kissing you

His love for you is always overflowing so it’s evident in everything he does

He’s always being affectionate, making time to see you, buying you thoughtful gifts, listens to you intently 

But he acts like it’s such a big deal when you do the same????

Like one time you came to bring him lunch on a busy day

He looks like he’s gonna explode with joy

But then the other boys appear and he’s like 

“You gotta leave”

“Are you ashamed of me coffee boy?”

“No I just don’t want them to scare you away”

Too late

Mingyu has spotted you and now all twelve of them are introducing themselves simultaneously and asking you a billion questions

And Dino’s like “pls leave them alone”

But you think it’s so funny and you’re having the time of your life talking to them 

And it’s really fun to see how much Dino takes after them

But he’s also a nervous wreck, hoping that no one says anything to offend anyone else

But of course that doesn’t happen

They all like you and you like all of them

So Dino starts inviting you over more often bc you knowing the other boys and getting along with them and feeling comfortable spending time with them is really important to him

But he also somewhat regrets it when you and Seungkwan occasionally gang up on him to tease him (harmlessly, of course) 

But the fact that you get along with them so well still makes him so so happy

Then one day Coups gets you a ticket to their concert

And of course Dino wants you to be interested in what he does and get to see it

But he’s never been so nervous for a show before

What if you don’t like it?

What if you think he’s no good?

He puts his whole heart and soul into his performance that night

When they exit the dressing rooms he’s a nervous wreck

He sees you standing down the hall, lightstick hanging from your wrist, looking worn out from attending the concert

As soon as you see him you rush to greet him and jump into his arms

“Did you like it?” he whispers quietly into your ear

“Channie are you kidding me??? I loved it!!!”

He squeezes you so tight you think you’re gonna pop

And as if your words didn’t make him happy enough, he can hear that your voice is scratchy so you must’ve been cheering pretty loud

“C’mon babe, let’s get you a warm drink”

“But I’m already so hoooooot” 

“Yeah but you’ll thank me tomorrow when you actually have your voice”

After that you attend your concerts all the time 

Dino is beaming whenever you come

Accept that one time Seungkwan paid you to hold a sign with his name on it just to see Dino’s reaction

And he’s so excited whenever you ask him about his career and his dancing and music 

He rambles on and on and on and on about it

He’s just so excited to get to share that part of his life with you

And you love seeing how passionate he is about it

Another thing tho

You like never call him Dino

Since he introduced himself as Chan and that’s what you called him before you knew his stage name

And he’s fine with it

But it’s also weird bc sometimes he’s so used to everyone calling him Dino 24/7

Sometimes you’ll be like “Chan, baby, can you pass me the salt?”

*no response*

“Hey Chan?”

*still no response*

“Hey! Lee Chan, I’m talking to you”

“Oh sorry, I forgot that was my name for a second”

You start quoting Seventeen’s song lyrics to him to embarrass him sometimes 

But he gets to turn around and make fun of you bc 

“Last time I checked, [Y/N], you asked me to sing you to sleep with those same lyrics just last night”

There’s definitely a very fun, teasing aspect to your relationship bc Chan doesn’t like to take things too seriously and wants you two to have a lot of fun

But he doesn’t shy away from the more serious parts of being in a relationship and is actually incredibly mature and responsible in facing any issues you two have head on and solving it all in the best way possible

Dino is generally a really level headed person so he always tries to look at things from your perspective and is really great at coming up with solutions and compromises that satisfy you both

He buys y’all matching stuffed animals so that you both have something to cuddle when he’s away on tour

Such a softie honestly 

But seriously

He’s just a great bf who is gonna treat you right and be incredibly cute and cheesy while he does it

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