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marshmallowsqoosh · 1 year

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[Ghost (Band) | Pro Memoria 1/10]

Fandom: Ghost (Band) Title (also AO3 link): Pro Memoria Rating: Mature CW: Canon Character Death, Depictions of (Magical) Violence Lesser Warnings: headcanon, not beta read, terzo’s the youngest because the canon timeline makes no sense, terzo and copia are friend-shaped, ghouls are hellsent beings and have magick, Special and Mountain are BFFs, Era 3 and 4 are BFFs, author uses Sodo not Dew, uh... stuff.

Summary: Ghouls are dragged back to Hell when their summoner dies, if they aren't released first. For most, it's a painless experience. For most, they simply slip into a peaceful, eternal sleep, as their summoner ages and passes on, themself. Some are sudden, but still painless.And some... some are a bit more drawn out and not quite so painless. ♥ aka Terzo died from the embalming, not the injection, and his Ghouls got to experience it in their own ways.. A/N: This is probably one of the stupider ambitions I've taken on but fuck it, nothing like a little masochism to get the brain gerbils running. Anyways, I wrote super rough draft death shenanigans to go with the Ghoul Deaths by @vanmec like... jesus that was four months ago? And started trying to refine them into postable chapters... problem is they deal with a lot of headcanon and pacing is hard but I'm trying

This chapter is super chill. Chaos starts in the next chapter. Ideally, I want to post these along with a separate series of when/how each Era 3 Ghoul was summoned. ... Ideally. Because there is a lot of headcanon. .... Ergo ambitious.

Still don’t have a beta reader so if you spot typos/odd spots, lemme know ♥

Extras: Status (and AO3 link!): [ 1 / 10 ] Word Count: ~2700

[Pro Memoria]

Copia's fairly certain he's never been quite so happy to see the Ministry.

Special's waiting in the lobby, just above the door, and immediately knocks Mountain to the ground—or, tries to at any rate. The game hasn't changed in nearly twenty-five years, and Mountain simply dives and scrambles out of the way before he gets trapped. There's a short tumble, where Special manages to yank on his tail; but, all it does is lead to the two scrabbling for the upper hand and soon chasing each other up the stairs with Secondo yelling after them that the Ministry is not your playground! The annoyed look turns on Copia who can only offer a nervous smile in apology. His Ghouls all immediately disperse—Rain making a beeline for the elevators before Secondo's Water Ghoul spots him, while most of the others start tugging on Aether for input on where the rest of the era three Ghouls are, all of them excited to share stories from the tour. Sodo's pressed up to his back, hissing and trying not to get dislodged from where he is… or perhaps hissing at Swiss, who simply leans on the two—more or less squishing Sodo—as he tries to wake up from his nap on the plane.

Copia doesn't get a chance to actually apologise—he sees Secondo roll his eyes before he turns to head upstairs—or try to help Aether with the rest of the group… instead he nearly shrieks when someone barrels into him from behind, trapping him in a tight hug.

"Fratello! You were supposed to call when the plane landed! Welcome home, how was the flight?"

"Terzo, let him breathe."

It's always a bit astounding how easily Omega can pry Terzo's grip loose. Even then, Copia stumbles a little once he's free—Swiss catches his shoulder before he falls into Aether, while offering a sleepy, happy greeting—and tries to smile. He's still getting used to seeing Terzo without his paint, but it's… getting a little easier. Especially since he doesn't look quite so angry all the time, anymore. Still anxious sometimes, still… self-conscious… but not angry. And that helps Copia feel less self-conscious, in turn.

"I'll never understand where you found such energy after Rituals… I'm exhausted." Terzo laughs and Copia finally succeeds at a more genuine smile. "I do apologise, though. They rushed us off the plane when it landed, I didn't even think about calling. I, ah… heard there was something… urgent? I don't suppose you've any idea what it is?"

"Mmm… Father wanted to speak to you, but no one's said about what." Even so, there's a… spark of sorts in his eye that says he knows. "You are the next highest ranking member of the Church, apart from Father…"

"Please don't joke about that." Copia groans and rubs his face. "You and I both know he'd swallow his own tongue before he anointed me Papa."

"Well, then, perhaps he has." Even when he feels Terzo's hands on either side of his face—shockingly cold without his gloves—and follows the gentle pull downwards, the younger man still has to stand on his tiptoes to kiss both of Copia's cheeks, before he waves and heads towards the stairs. "Go see what Father wants! We'll be on the third floor if you'd like to join us! Otherwise, we'll see you at dinner and you can tell us all about it! Coming, Omega? Special?"

"We’ll be along in a moment, if that's alright." Omega's attention turns to the small gathering of Ghouls still in the lobby, his tail flickering curiously. He still doesn't join them until Terzo gives him the okay and Copia just pulls a deep breath, briefly joining the small group.

He's not sure when Mountain and Special found their way back down—probably from running across Secondo's path a second time—but they're standing with Aether and Swiss and Omega joins them soon enough. Sodo's still close by, no longer squished and more cushioned between the two larger Ghouls, with his attention fixed intently on the doors out to the gardens, like he's deciding if he really wants to test Alpha's mood.

"Aether, would you keep an eye on the others, once they've caught up? I'll probably turn in for a short rest after this."

He thinks Aether means to confirm, but Sodo immediately latches onto the opportunity to ignore his own anxiety. "After what? Can we go?"

"Oh, you wouldn't want to come along, tizzone. I'm sure Sister Imperator will be there and I'm positive she'll want all of the technical details, won't she?" He can practically see the Ghoul wrinkling his nose beneath the mask—they all grumble amongst themselves in that moment—and Copia offers a gentle laugh as he leans to give Sodo a gentle kiss on the forehead. "Go find Alpha and Ifrit. I'm sure they will be very excited to hear about the trip."

"Ifrit was reassigned to one of Mr. Saltarian's delegates, so I'm afraid he isn't here at the moment. If I heard correctly, he'll be back by the end of the week; but, in the meantime, Alpha is in the gardens." He can tell Omega's smiling when he tips his head and reaches to give Sodo a gentle push towards the garden. "He won't admit it, but he's been looking forward to hearing about the Rituals. We all have. Please, indulge him."

Sodo looks like he feels a little better with the knowledge Alpha is in an okay enough mood to tolerate him and runs off towards the garden, easily disappearing in the crowd of other Ghouls and lower clergy members. Copia turns his attention back to Omega in those seconds.

"I'm a little surprised he would want anything to do with the Rituals…"

Omega hums; but, Special's the one that answers, even as he scales up Mountain's back to find a comfortable perch on his shoulders. "Terzo's had time to process everything. He did and does want you to succeed, Cardinal… it was just… a blow for all of us." Even as he and Omega exchange looks—guilt, perhaps, for not handling the situation better—he sounds confident in the answer. "Alpha does feel bad about what he did. But… I'm sure you'll find in your own time that Fire Ghouls are… very attune to their summoners. We'll never measure up to Quintessence, make no mistake. But we are that driving spark of passion and dreams. And you know as well as any of us how brightly Terzo burned, even before his ascension. Alpha is a reflection of that. His anger was a simple—albeit violent—reflection of Terzo refusing to let his dream be put out… but, now he's a reflection of a… new-ish dream. To see you succeed. He's very invested."

It… makes sense and he thinks that may have been the most straight forward—if not still rather roundabout and ramble-y—answer he's ever gotten from Special. … It does still bother him a little, though…

"... But then… what about you and Cowbell?"

Special's attention has already drifted to trying to bite Mountain's hand, as Mountain tries to keep him steady, up on his shoulders, and tries to get him to answer. Omega laughs.

"One should probably not attempt to understand Special. Cowbell's purpose was… very specific, to my understanding. I suppose, there was never reason to question him, despite witnessing his summoning, was there? But we can revisit those details after you see to Papa Nihil and Sister Imperator. You've kept them waiting long enough, I'm certain. Would you like an escort, Cardinal?"

"Oh. No, I can manage. I do rather feel like annoying the old man a little more, if I'm honest… though, I suppose dallying will only annoy Sister in the long run, as well, won't it..."

"Ah, of course. … In that case, may I remind you that Terzo suggested a… how to say… dramatic entrance?"

Copia raises a brow and Aether actually coughs to cover a laugh. Swiss looks excited and completely forgets the struggle of waking up from his nap, alertness causing his ears and posture to perk. His tail starts flickering and vibrating from the sheer excitement. "He got it then?"

"He did. I can't believe he did, but he did." Omega sounds amused, if not a touch exasperated, even as Swiss hurriedly gives Copia gentle pushes towards the stairs.

"Go get changed, then! You should look your absolute best! There's a present in your room!"

The fact Swiss seems to know what the dramatic entrance and surprise are is… perhaps concerning. Anything Terzo had a hand in is usually grounds to be concerned and Swiss' involvement fills him with an equal dread; but, he at least trusts that Omega wouldn't adhere to anything that would get all of them in trouble, even if it were Terzo's idea.

♠

The boombox is absolutely ridiculous and Copia wants to find Terzo, immediately, to thank him for the prop. And perhaps question where he even found the thing. But, more than all of that, he feels genuinely happy for once. Nauseatingly excited, but without guilt. Still a small, rippling fear of failure. But excitement.

Even that feels like an understatement—nervous is probably more accurate. Still processing, even after he's been released from the tailor measuring him and showing him the preemptive designs for his vestments. He'd perhaps been hoping to have a bit more input on his vestments—he knows Terzo designed his own and he thinks Secondo and Primo had, as well… but he also knows they're short on time and a new leg of Ritual is supposed to start soon.

He tries to make a note to remember to thank Imperator for the foresight of submitting preliminary designs… surely, if he does well, he can make his own design and changes, soon enough.

Copia wants to run and tell the others immediately; but, the exhaustion—from the tour, from the Rituals, from dealing with Nihil—is finally catching up with him as the adrenaline finally begins to ebb. Terzo already said he could wait until dinner and if Copia has any hope of being coherent and conscious in time for dinner… he should sleep. It doesn't take long to fall asleep, for once—as soon as his head hits his pillow, with absolutely no energy left to even change out of his cassock—he's out cold in a blissfully deep, dreamless sleep.

A blissful sleep that is interrupted—abrupt and violent—by the sound of screaming from outside of his room. Muffled—far from the room and kept out by the walls and shut door, but still loud and concerning and—

And Aether's doing… absolutely nothing to go assist. The only thing he does is stop Copia from leaving—easily matching his steps and refusing to stand aside, even when Copia… tries to order him to.

"Aether, let me leave."

He can tell it works—for a split second the Ghoul recoils, shaking his head like he's trying to get water off his mask and his ears and tail twitching anxiously as he rights his posture and refuses to comply, lips set in a thin line. Copia doesn't try again; he's never had to before and… Terzo was right, it feels awful. His throat stings, just from trying, he can't imagine putting actual conviction to the order.

"... Very well. If you won't let me leave, will you at least tell me what—"

He means to ask for any indication of what's happened; but, a moment later, his door knob rattles. Aether doesn't turn to it, his attention still on Copia to make sure he doesn't try to leave. For a brief moment, the short spell the door's open, the screaming gets louder; but, Copia hardly hears it. His attention is drawn to, consumed by, the appearance of two of his Ghouls and he swears his heart almost stops. Mountain and Sodo both look ready to collapse; even with their masks on, they're obviously going through various stages of duress.

Sodo's got one arm tight across his stomach. It doesn't look like he's hurt… but the horns of his mask have clearly been heated up—still scorched and cooling, smudges of soot across the mask. His forearms are darker than normal, like he's recently been extinguished. He forces himself under Aether's arm, pushing up against his side as tight as he can and it very quickly becomes apparent it was only Mountain's hand against his back that was keeping him standing. Aether takes over the task, arm around the smaller Ghoul and hand firmly on his hip to help him stay upright.

Mountain's uniform is… scorched and wet and torn and… covered in what looks suspiciously like splatters of void. Like when he and Special get too rambunctious and actually hurt each other in their games. He flinches away from Aether offering him a gentle touch; shakes his head, sharply, and hugs himself as tight as he can as he retreats to a far corner of the room and huddles down into as tight a ball as he can pull himself.

The others start to file in, slowly, despite the commotion around the Ministry.

Swiss is next, dazed and gripping his Grucifix so tightly that it cuts into his hand. He doesn’t seem to notice, even as he slides down the wall closest to the door, out of the way of it opening, but close to Aether and Sodo. He pulls his knees up, close enough he can rest his elbows there, clasp his hands tight around his Grucifix—in that moment, Copia realises he has a second Grucifix pushed flush against his own—and pushes his forehead against his knuckles like he's praying.

Cirrus and Cumulus are next. Disheveled. Clutching each others hands so tightly their voids nearly melt together. It takes him a moment to realise Rain's behind the pair, hands clasped tight against his stomach like he does when he's fighting down the waves of nauseated anxiety. He settles down with Swiss, his tail curling tightly around the other Ghoul's, while the Ghoulettes shuffle to another corner. He sees Aether flexing his hand, near his chest, like he's only just stopping himself from gripping his shirt there. Copia feels… distress. He knows it isn't just his—he's definitely distressed, not knowing what's going on outside his room; but he can feel it from Aether and from every single Ghoul he's summoned… and he has absolutely no idea how to address any of it because he doesn't know what's happened.

Aether still doesn't let him leave, though. Even when he's taken a headcount and confirmed all seven Ghouls are present, he's not allowed to leave. Even when the distant screaming finally dies down completely. Aether doesn't move until it's been quiet for a long while and Swiss finally speaks up.

"They'll probably still hold supper… they'll come looking for him."

"... Yeah. Sodo, you need to let go so I can go with—"

"No—er…" Copia feels bad that all of the Ghouls flinch and start shaking their head and he realises he put a bit too much force in his voice. "It's alright. You all need rest. It isn't much but… make yourselves comfortable, please. I'll be back after…"

It still takes a moment longer for Aether to move; but, when he does, Copia kind of sees most of the Ghouls moving to huddle around the bed—pulling on the blanket and sheets and pillows to huddle under as they press up to each other. He closes and locks the door behind him. They can get out if they need to but… something in the back of his head tells him to lock the door for their safety. Now that he's in the hallway he can smell… smoke and Sulphur? Soil? It's a mess of confusing scents and dead quiet after the earlier commotion. He has to assume a fire broke out somewhere… maybe another mess with divines?

He hopes the brothers are alright. That it really was just a fire somewhere—maybe a summoning botched—and hopefully… they have answers. Anything he can bring back to help his Ghouls calm down.

#rating: mature #sqooshy writes #ghost band #terzo #cw: canon character death #cw: violence #ghouls era 4 #ghouls era 3 #tagging for future chapters #fic: pro memoria

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itsstrawberrymochi · 2 years

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Mornings with the kny boys hcs

Genre: fluff, domestic

Warnings: swearing

Gn reader

A/n: I would like to apologize to the people who followed me for writing kny I’ve been a little too obsessed with tr and been neglecting my kny babbies BUT worry not I think I’m getting back into the kny groove sooo I’ll be trying my best to have equal amount of kny and tr writing

Giyuu

🌊 - Most mornings with Giyuu are lazy and start late

🌊- If it’s an off day for the two of you, you would wake up to his arms wrapped around your waist, and his face snuggled into your chest or neck, you could hear his cute little snores and feel his hot breath fanning on your skin

🌊- Now if it’s not an off day for him then you’ll wake up to and empty cold futon 🥲

🌊- During off days Giyuu always wakes up way after you, so you’ll wake up to him still sleeping, and he’s always holding on to you so if you get up he most certainly senses it and would get up too and he never goes back to sleep even when you tell him to, so you usually end up sleeping in since he so desperately needs the rest

🌊- before fully waking up he would often slip in and out of consciousness and when you ask him if he’s awake he’ll tell you yes but then immediately go back to sleep

🌊- Once he does finally get up the birds are already chirping and the sun is all the way up, your shared bedroom would be bright and full of morning light

🌊- Giyuu is the cutest thing in the morning times, his long raven hair is extremely messy, pieces of it would be sticking all over the place

🌊- Despite sleeping for extra hours baby boy is still in a very sleepy state so it’ll take him a few minutes to regain his full energy

🌊- Not only is he still sleepy when he wakes up but he is also extremely shy, if you kiss him and tell him good morning or poke him on the cheek telling him how sure he looks his face would get super red and he’ll burry his face back into your chest or the pillow

🌊- By the time you two finally get out of bed it’s too late for breakfast and at the same time you two are too lazy to make something so you both end up eating leftovers from last nights dinner

Rengoku

🔥- You already know he’s waking up at the ass crack of dawn

🔥- Whether it’s an off day or not he still wakes up early, it’s just natural for him

🔥- So you’ll have to beg him to stay in bed longer because dude already wants to get up and start the day

🔥- Kyōjurō being the gentleman he is always stays a for a few extra minutes with you

🔥- But those few minutes always feels like seconds and next thing you know he’s out of bed 😢

🔥- The only way you can make him stay in bed until you’re ready to leave is if you sleep on top of him, Kyōjurō doesn’t like disturbing you when you’re sleeping and since your on top of him then it means he has to take you off of him to leave which will obviously lead to you waking up sooo he just stays there until you’re awake

🔥- On these specific mornings you’ll wake up to one of his hands rubbing up and down your back and the other massaging your head

🔥- Unfortunately those mornings are rare because you always unconsciously roll off of him in the middle of the night

🔥- So you’ll wake up most morning without him holding you 😔

🔥- Buttt he always makes up for it by making you both a big hearty and healthy breakfast

🔥- And even though you don’t get to wake up to his warmth you do get to wake up to a sweet and chaste kiss on the forehead, the delicious smell of food and his naturally loud voice telling you good morning

🔥- if you want he’ll always let you sleep in and just gets started on the chores while he waits for you but how could you sleep in with all that energy he’s giving off?

🔥- Kyōjurō is a morning person by law and if you’re not one after spending a few mornings with him you’ll eventually become one because they way how he’s so happy and full of life in the morning is just so contiguous and you can’t help but feel that way too

🔥- He’s the type to open the curtains all the way so that blinding morning light hits you in the face, he doesn’t mean to annoy you, he just thinks the room looks much happier that way :)

Sabito

🦊 - Off day or not Sabito always wakes up early to do what exactly? train/workout of course!

🦊- Sabito really said it’s about drive it’s about power-

🦊- Luckly for you he doesn’t wake you up to come with him but unluckily for you you’ll have to lose his body heat and sleep by yourself 🥺

🦊- But worry not! Because once he’s done with his training he’ll take a shower and come back to bed with you and by the time he’s done training you’re already waking up

🦊- While you’re regaining consciousness and try to figure out where you are and what year it is he’ll be teasing you because he finds your semi sleepy state to be adorable

🦊- Likes to kiss you all over your face, bite your cheeks, and blow in your air because he claims he’s just helping you wake up

🦊- You’ll then hit him with a pillow to make him stop and he’ll playfully hit you back,this then leads to a pillow fight and a very messy bedroom

Sanemi

☁️- Also like Sabito whether it’s an off day or not he still wakes up early to train

☁️- Sanemi really said about drive it’s about pow- ok I’m done 😭

☁️- Also like Sabito he wouldn’t wake you up to come with him that is unless you wanted to join

☁️- But he doesn’t like you joining him because he says you need your rest damn it 😡

☁️- When he comes back from training and you’re still sleeping he’ll leave you and do other things around the house like clean, organize make some breakfast but now if it’s slowly creepier into noon and you’re still asleep he’s going to come and wake you up

☁️- Yes he thinks you deserve rest but at the same time he doesn’t want you to waste a whole day

☁️- Sanemi is a little asshole when he wakes you up

☁️- At first he’ll be decent about it like lightly flicking you on your forehead or pinching you on the cheeks

☁️- but if you refuse to wake up….this is where he becomes a nuisance

☁️- Unlike with Rengoku where you’ll be waking up by breakfast you’ll be awoken by your soft blankets being yanked off of you, all the bedroom curtains being pulled aggressively all the way back, your pillows stolen and Sanemi standing over you with a half hearted frown

☁️- if you get mad at him he’ll just laugh while coming down and kissing you on the corner of your lips calling you grumpy

☁️- He’ll then pick you up and carry your bridal style to the kitchen to feed you the breakfast he made

#anime #demon slayer #kny headcanons #kny x reader #giyuu x reader #kny rengoku #sanemi x reader #rengoku x reader #sabito x reader #kny fluff

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believeitseeitdoit · 3 years

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Legos and Language

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: All bets are off when it comes to a Lego mishap in the Rogers-Barnes home

Rating: Y'all shouldn’t be reading the filthy things if youre under 18 anyways but this one is pretty PG (but language is the exception)

Warnings: Domestic stucky, suggested and slight smutty times, 90% fluffy, some foul language, talk of murder and destruction of legos forever, feel good shit, Steve, Bucky and their girl have babies

don’t steal my little munchkin oc names please, I like them

This is written from each lover’s POV, marked by ******** this

This is a work of love and hated of legos, solely to be read for a smile and maybe some happiness, be kind or go away

“Sonofabitch!” Your hushed curse rattles through the house as you stomp barefoot through your son’s pile of a semi built lego creation. With a few breathy “fuck’s,'' you hop over to the nearest chair to rub the new soreness out. Sharp indentations litter the underside of your arch, and you peel off a flat piece from your toe then mentally plot unmonitored use of the quantum realm to murder the creator of legos before they can cause any harm to you again.

Continuing your muttering, you delicately set your foot down and turn to the mess. You sigh in relief that you didn’t destroy any of the built chunk, you were only subjected to the ultimate test of parenthood, the loose pieces.

“Back to our regularly scheduled morning, coffee.” You say to the empty room, narrating your routine as if you were running a sitcom. Once in the kitchen, you set about making a hefty pot of coffee for you and your husbands, humming an 80s rock tune and letting your open robe swish around you loosely in the process.

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They both notice you slide out of bed, a super spy and a retired Avenger don’t miss much in their own home. But rather than follow you down to the kitchen to disrupt your morning ritual, Steve pulls his husband against him and nuzzles his hair so they could get some quiet time of their own. A few moments later, Bucky is softly snoring against Steve’s arm, and Steve is on the brink of sleep when he hears a barely audible string of curses and the unbalanced thunking of feet along the hardwood. Bucky seems undeterred, so Steve leaves him be and slips out of the bed to investigate what caused the early use of language, not that he’s surprised considering their wife’s colorful vocabulary when the kids aren’t listening.

Pulling his discarded boxers back on from the night before, Steve saunters out of the master suite silently toward the staircase. He pokes his head into the nursery to check on the sleeping infant twins, and heads down the old hardwood steps, praying for them not to creak with every step. Halfway down the stairs, he hears you filling the coffee pot under the tap and the chorus to a White Snake ballad quietly playing from the speakers while you hum along. With a smile and a small head bob as he catches the tune, Steve steps across the threshold of the stairs toward the living room and kitchen, unaware of the torture devices scattered on the floor.

Steve intends to follow the wall to get to the kitchen without his presence known, until you hear a series of words that would make Tony blush and an unfortunate crunching sound of your son’s creation being smashed to bits.

“SONOFAFUCKINGMONKEYSASSHOLE WHAT THE FUCKING DICK ON A STICK GOD DAMN PIECE OF TORTUROUS BULLSHIT IS THIS?!!” He yelps loudly and tries to hop over the new graveyard of legos.

In his fresh misery, he misses you quickly dropping the coffee grounds onto the counter top and hustling toward him to make sure his verbatim doesn’t wake the twins. As you begin shushing him from a few steps away, Steve hobbles blindly toward your voice and you see it happen before you can say anything. Your big clutz of a husband smashes his un-assaulted foot through your son’s Legos, only this time Captain America is not the star spangled man with a plan. He has absolutely destroyed the near complete firetruck and you can only stand in awe at his ability to hit each remaining chunk of the build before he finally makes it to the couch.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck, why the fucking legos? FUCK!” His wailing is not going to gain any sympathies from you, only entertainment at the weaknesses of men.

“Steven Grant, you shut the hell up before you wake my babies or I WILL send Bucky to the store and you can have twin duty alone.” Sitting down at his feet to pull the pieces off his skin, you scold him lightly but without any venom or intention. He hisses as you pull the flat plastic off his big toe, and you chuckle as his pathetic whimpers cease.

“So, coffee?” You stand and pull him up with you toward the kitchen, letting his calloused hands and leftover cologne embrace you like a blanket as he leans down to caress your cheek. He kisses your forehead and softly brushes hair behind your ear with one hand while the other grips your plush hip under the loose robe.

“Maybe something sweeter to distract me first? This robe is teasing me.” His lips ghost down your neck and he nips at your collarbone while pulling the thin silk off your shoulders.

“You kept me up late, baby. I need coffee before anything today.” You whisper breathily against his tanned, thick chest, whimpering and shivering as you feel him trace the marks littering your skin and gently squeezing the flesh he is so obsessed with.

He allows you to pull away only after you shudder again, but he stands behind you, hands locked onto your hips as you pour the bitter amber liquid into 3 mugs. Steve’s love bites on your neck keep you distracted long enough for Bucky to come down the stairs without being noticed.

“I thought we agreed there was no third wheeling in this family, and yet here we are.” Your bonus husband is perched against the refrigerator offering your favorite coffee creamer and his signature pout.

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Bucky is roused by his husband rolling out of bed and the accompanying coolness that surrounds him as the sheets flutter back down against the mattress. He listens to Steve pad lightly down the hall to check in on the kids, Hudson in his room first, then Charlotte and Talia in the nursery. As the footsteps recede down the stairwell, Bucky lets his body sink into the bed and the scents of his partners surround him and lull him back to sleep.

Until he hears a string of words leave his husband’s mouth, and a series of crunches and shattering sounds buried under more very inappropriate words. Now wide awake, Bucky shoves himself from bed and puts a loose sweatshirt over his head while he walks toward the stairs. He is halted by a whimper from one of his little twins in the nursery, but his ever present super senses note that both babes are still firmly asleep so he continues down the steps.

Not sure of the state of things on the main floor, Bucky alertly scopes the space and finds their son’s legos strewn about the floor. With a sigh, Bucky steps around them and shakes his head as he follows the sounds of his husband and wife to the kitchen. He is met with tangled hair and soft pants, an open robed woman more stunning than Aphrodite, and a man barely containing his impressive erection in his low hanging boxers. Bucky can feel the energy in the room, can practically taste the arousal on them, and his subconscious stirs awake, begging to join like a wolf waiting for the hunt.

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“And who plans on fixing our son’s firetruck creation? Because it sure as hell won’t be me, I will be taking care of our little girls where I am wanted.”

Steve is the first to respond, an arm opens toward Bucky in the same moment. “Honey we didn’t mean to leave you out, c’mon over here let us show you how much better it is with you.”

As Bucky steps into Steve’s reach, you push off the counter and into the thick warmth of your husbands. Their desire envelops you as kisses are peppered on skin and fingers prod at bits of flesh for a better grip on reality. The moment is nearly bursting with love and lust, blinding both man’s super senses of their incoming visitor.

“Who da hell bwoke my WEGOS!!!!????? MOMMYYYYY!” Hudson screeches from the bottom of the stairs and you’re running for him in an instant.

“Hudson Anthony! You do not speak like that. You know better young man.” Steve and Bucky hiss at the use of their boy’s middle name, knowing how he feels in both respects.

“Baby boy, I’m so sorry about the Legos, but you cannot use that language. No naughty words right?” You hate scolding him when you completely understand his frustrations, but heavens forbid he say any of that in public, the boy would be shamed and sent to his principal so fast even the Daily Bugle couldn’t catch it first.

Hudson sniffles and rubs his nose, trying to fight off tears of frustration in front of his daddy and papa, but quickly fails.

“But, is bwoken mommy. I woked so hawd on it! Wuh happened?” He begins wailing and stuttering breaths, and you pull him into your arms to hug and comfort him gently.

“Shh, handsome, it was an accident. See, they were left too close to the stairs and mommy stepped on some, then daddy heard her yelp and ran through them too. Papa moved them out of the way and reminded daddy that he needs to help fix it with you baby.” You bounce him on your hip, trying to push the sadness away like you did when he was a small tike.

Bucky and Steve step closer, each wrapping an arm around you and Hudson to initiate a bear hug. Hudson whimpers a bit longer then picks his head up from your shoulder and leans toward Steve, signaling he wants his daddy to hold him next. Steve pulls him close and whispers apologies only audible to his boy, but you and Bucky smile knowingly. They head to the far corner of the couch where they can have a quiet cuddle and talk about how Hudson can teach his daddy to rebuild the LEGO vehicle.

You lean against Bucky, enjoying the moment until he turns to the stairs.

“Time for round 2 with some sleepy babies?” You tie your robe closed and head up the walk way, stubbing your toe on the first step.

“Mother fu—dge on toast that was unpleasant.” You yelp and grip tightly onto Bucky’s vibranium arm. He chuckles and scoops you into his arms, carrying you up the remaining steps.

“Careful, I don’t want to use your middle name today too darling.” He winks, setting you down at the doorway of the nursery. With a huff, you begin fluttering about the room, softly waking your girls and beginning their morning routine.

“My sweet little Charlotte Ann, and my lovely Natalia Rose, you two are the most precious angels in this world. But for the love of all things holy, no Legos when you’re older ok?”

Tagging those who may appreciate this or can give me a helpful bit of advice on my writing : @bxccxdxll @iraot @sagechanoafterdark @tuiccim @thebescht @makbarnes

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𝕭𝖑𝖚𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝕷𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 Chapter 4: Memories of Favonius

Hero Kaeya x Villain male reader

Summary: Now these were the good old days.

Word Count: 3,125

Warnings: 1 swear, um fecal matter

Mayb’s notes: just gonna assume the KoF have dorms, based on Noelle’s dialogue about her maidly duties in her hangout. also quite comical in comparison to other chapters.

Sometime 9 years ago...

Jean always felt like an older sister. Granted, she was an older sister, but she wasn’t to you, at least by blood. You suppose it’s because of this that she’s good at being an older sister.

“You’re sleeping in, hm? Still slacking off on that report of yours, (y/n)?”

You sigh and roll your eyes behind your closed eyelids. “I guess I am, Jean. What do you think?”

She huffs at your sarcasm, “It’s quite important, you know. Eula’s going to need it.” Of course you knew that already. You were reminded each time you slacked off on them by Jean, and another time when you turned them in by Eula. Your reconnaissance captain wasn’t super harsh on due dates, apart from that time you were one entire week late.

“Eula can… Eula can do the reconnaissance herself.”

She ignores your statement and picks up on the tired undertone of your voice, “...are you alright, (y/n)?”

“Hmm? Perfectly fine.” There’s a slurring in your words now. You may be lying on your bed, beginning to doze off, but there was something else to it. She could sense that.

“You sure?”

You sigh once again, “No, honestly. I’m quite,” No longer needing to hide how tired you are, you let out a much anticipated yawn, “tired.”

“And what exactly did you do to be tired?” Though she may be worried, and though you may be able to hear that, she’s also disappointed in you for not taking care of yourself.

“Kaeya and I snuck around last night.” Jean rolls her eyes, of course you did. “It’s fun, you know; to explore crevices of the city you haven’t yet.”

“I’ll admit, it is.” That is not something you would dream of her saying, even in your wildest dreams. However, her next words make you go back on yours. “How fun it is aside, can’t you keep that to the daytime? It’s dangerous to be out at night.”

“Jean, we’re knights.”

“I know, I know.” She snickers, realizing the silliness of her warning. “Have you had breakfast yet?” She asks suddenly.

“Mmm…” You rack your sleepy brain for details of your morning. “no, now that I think about it.”

“Alright, let’s get you to the kitchen.” She grabs you by the arm and heaves you off your bed, though she has more faith in your muscles than you do. The moment your feet meet the floor, due to being pulled off so suddenly, you fall. At least the floor wasn’t so far from you already. “Ooh–”

“Ow.”

“My apologies.”

Jean whisks you up from the floor and towards the kitchen, where she sets you on the breakfast counter and begins to cook. She doesn’t seem the least bit fatigued, even if most knights woke up an hour ago. Though, you suppose, she’s not most knights. When does she wake up? No matter.

The smell of morning toast fills your nose, and you begin to regain the rest of your senses. One of them is emotion, “Jean?”

“Yes?”

“You know I love you, right?”

She laughs, “‘Course I do. I love you too… Speaking of which, where’s the boyfriend?”

The boyfriend? Oh, yes, him. “Kaeya’s… getting breakfast, is he? From the Good Hunter? I think that’s it. Although I don’t know what’s taking him so long.”

Just then, Kaeya bursts in. “Ah, there you are, my love.” He kisses your temple for the second time this lazy morning, “I’ve brought breakfast.” From behind him, he brandishes a doggy bag. It’s marked with the Good Hunter’s familiar emblem.

Then, he finally notices Jean. “Oh, Jean. Having a late breakfast, are we?”

Jean’s lips are pressed in a fine line. She holds a spatula almost meanicingly in her left hand, though Kaeya does not seem to notice. “What took you so long?”

Kaeya knows Jean never has a late breakfast, and he does notice the spatula. Of course, he’s just teasing her. “I was walking with Diluc. You know we attract many ladies each time we’re together, they tend to stop us for a while. I would say ‘too bad’, but I’m very glad to be with this gallant man,” and he kisses you for the third time, “right here.”

“Right.” And right then, her food’s done. She plates it up and places it in front of you.

“Now, (y/n),” She stands and speaks threateningly. What have you done now? Wait, no, this is all Kaeya’s fault. “I want you to choose. Good Hunter or my food?”

You stare at Jean. Her face is, somehow, neutral. Then, you stare at Kaeya. His smile, more so smirk, is sly. Jean knows a good few recipes she’s quite good at, though she hasn’t had much time to invest in learning how to cook exceptionally well. Restaurant food, on the other hand, will always be good. Well, breakfast meals can only go so wrong… oh, fuck it.

You bring Jean’s plate closer to you. For a moment, she smiles, but it slightly falters when she fully realizes what you’re doing. You unpack the Good Hunter doggy bag and place some of it on your plate.

Jean lets out a wide, bashful smile, “‘Course you’d do that.” She laughs, “My bad, (y/n).” She pats you on the head.

“That did not go the way I wanted it to.” Kaeya remarks.

She rolls her eyes.

“No he did not!”

“He did.”

Lisa has you seated across from her. You both sit at her desk, though you were actually supposed to be outside the library. You were ordered to be patrolling some area outside the city right now, but Lisa wrote you up a ‘pass’, courtesy of her position as librarian. The paper slip read, “The librarian needs a little assistant to organize the books today.”

“Ugh, that guy.” She has her hand on her chest, as if your retelling of what Kaeya had done this morning deeply offended her. “And you’re dating him?”

“Yes, Lisa.” You snicker, “For over a year, in fact.”

“No way.”

Lisa was always your best friend. She obviously knew the two of you were dating, but with the lack of gossip you brought today, she decided to entertain herself. The library was quite boring, for she had already read all the books within the restricted section long ago, and the place was to be kept silent, so no mischievous teenager would decide to be here willingly.

“I mean, why are you dating this guy?” She pretends to be baffled. “State his pros and cons, right now.”

“Well, he often buys me stuff.”

She nods along, taking sips of her tea as she does. “Of course, of course, that is great.”

“The con to that is that I don’t have anywhere to put it. You know our dorms, right?” She hums in confirmation. “And you know how small they are?”

“Oh! Yeah, I do! The nerve of him!” She shakes her head disappointedly, “He should buy you a shelf, for once.”

“You know what? He should!” You say, even if you’re not actually allowed to add or remove any furniture from your room. “Anyway, another pro. He’s very lovely.”

She rolls her eyes, “With the way you’ve described him, he does not sound very lovely at all.”

“C’mon, Lisa. Trust me. The relationship hasn’t lasted this long out of sheer luck. Anyway, he can tell my mood from a glance. He gives me a kiss each morning, night, each time we meet, and–”

“I did not write you up a slip just for you to come here and tell me how you’re in love.”

“You sure?” You snicker, “I mean, you asked–”

Just then, Kaeya walks into the library. “Heard you talking about me?”

“Is this the boyfriend?” Lisa asks.

You’re about to say yes, but Kaeya speaks first, “I am indeed.” He bows dramatically.

“Hey, love.” Kaeya leans down to press a kiss to your cheek. Lisa pretends to gag at the gesture. “Your time is over.” He gives Lisa’s desk a onceover, noticing the stray books are still in their places, therefore you have not actually done the job Lisa said you would. He already knew this would happen, though, and he was no snitch. “Varka’s orders.”

“Your boyfriend is a killjoy, (y/n).”

You glance at Kaeya’s amused smile and pretend to grimace, “I think you’re right, Lisa.”

“Alright, alright.” He waves Lisa off dismissively as you press a sweet kiss to his cheek, “I’m not a killjoy, dear librarian. I promise you that.”

“You’ve yet to prove it, loverboy."

“Psst.”

You glance around, trying your hardest to find the source of the little psst. You can’t quite pinpoint where it came from.

“Pssst.”

Once again, you look around, only to find nothing.

“Psssst.”

Only one person would be doing this to you out in the wild, and that was certainly Amber.

“Behind you!”

Amber always felt like your younger sister. She was annoying as hell sometimes, that’s for sure, but in the end, you loved her so much. Right now, considering what was probably about to happen, you didn’t like her that much.

You turn to the side to see her. She stands triumphantly with a hand on her waist and another behind her back, “Guess what I got.” Then she flourishes an item from her back. It’s a book, one of your books on magic, except this one was special.

Your eyes widen, “Amber… bring that to me right now.”

She blows a raspberry at you and begins to run.

What was so special about this book? It focused on obscure practices of magic within Teyvat, ones that either lack practitioners or have none at all. You were learning from that book.

She probably hadn’t read through it at all, skimming through a few pages at best. Otherwise, well, perhaps she would’ve been mad at you.

There’s a reason they lacked practitioners, for those types of magic were seen as taboo. Necromancy, Sanguimancy, and Telepathy were some practices among its content. Communicating with the long dead, controlling blood that is not one’s own, and intruding upon the mind of an unsuspecting individual was frowned upon; and you just so happened to be learning one of them from that book.

You were taller than her, that’s for sure, and that would usually mean that you were faster–longer legs means longer strides–but Amber had unrivaled speeds. For a girl attuned to gliders and wind, she did well on land.

Straight from the start, it seems her final objective is the city. You’re lucky to be patrolling close, or else you would’ve had to run for a long time. Although, perhaps you should be considered unlucky.

It was much harder to run here, what with the dense crowds, cluttered stalls, and certain animals on the loose, you don’t know what’s coming around the corner until you’ve passed it yourself. It was also way easier to hide. Amber was small, who knows what crevices she could fit herself into.

As you run through Mondstadter-filled streets, you narrowly avoid running into slow groups of elderly, loose chickens on the run from their owners, and children just as energetic as you.

“Amber!”

She’s relentless in her speed and stamina, though you knew these streets better. Soon enough, you would come across a dead end, but that was still quite far from where you currently were. Suddenly, she takes a sharp turn, straying from the path you predicted her to take.

She turns into the stables, which have the most devastating of obstacles: horse shit.

“OH–” And apparently Cavalry Captains too.

You come to a halting stop in front of Diluc, digging your feet into the dirt and hay ground to stop yourself within time. “Captain Ragnvindr.” You greet with a small bow.

He raises a brow and eyes you up, “What’s got you running?”

“It’s Amber, sir.”

You weren’t always so formal with Knights of Favonius captains, especially since you were friends with most of them. Though your relationship with Diluc in particular was complicated. He was your boyfriend’s brother, after all.

“And what does the outrider have to do with it?” If anything, Diluc enjoyed pulling his status on you to make you speak formally, for he excelled at it and you did not.

“The– she has a book of mine.”

You suppose that, this time, he was insistent on this out of spite. Last time you saw him wasn’t the most charming of times. You can use your imagination for the rest.

The captain nods, he’s about to let you go when he remembers something, “Is your report for the Reconnaissance Captain complete?”

You clear your throat to prevent a tired sigh from escaping your throat, “No sir.”

"Get it done quickly, and soon. For now, you can get back to this," He snarls, and though he may seem deeply discontent from your childish behavior, you know he's actually enjoying holding you up like this. The nerve of him. "bumbling around."

"Yes sir." You reply, for if you were to show any form of disrespect now, he would keep you here for longer.

You begin your chase, just barely avoiding nasty obstacles like animal excretes, again down Mondstadt streets. People’s heads whip towards you as you pass them. However, when their eyes settle where your figure once was, you’re gone.

You had lost your target, Amber, so you basically had to start over from the beginning. Perhaps you should ask people where she’s gone.

You’re about to call out to Miles, a fellow knight patrolling the streets, when your eyes catch sight of Kaeya. Upon seeing you running, he begins to run by your side.

He’s quick to hop on the chasing train, even though he’s got no idea what’s going on. “What’re we chasing, darling?”

“Amber. She’s got my book, you know the one?”

Half a year ago...

Kaeya uses your shoulder as a pillow as he gazes up at the illusion you’re casting. It’s a night sky which you can manipulate with your hands to be anything you want.

“Your magic is…” He pauses to yawn, “so cool.” He’s half asleep already, so his lexicon isn’t the most eloquent it can be.

“Thank you, darling.” The spell takes some concentration, so you’re not quite close to dozing off as he is. Another thing is also keeping you up, and that is the urge to tell him something. To confess that you’re learning more types of magic and one that wasn’t quite looked up to. It’s digging into the back of your mind.

As if telepathic himself, he asks, “Something on your mind?” Of course he knew what was keeping you up.

“Yes but… it’s something big.”

He snickers, “However big it is, I can take it.”

“Alright.” The fact you don’t laugh along with him is suspicious in itself, so Kaeya wakes up a little. With a deep breath, you begin to speak, “I’ve got this book, from the restricted section of the library. Lisa herself doesn’t even know I’ve taken it. It tells of obscure practices of magic.” You pause, not considering how to explain it, rather, considering how he would react.

“That’s not everything is it?”

“No. It’s got a section on Necromancy. I’ve read it over and over again and… I’m beginning to learn it.”

“Hmm.” He hums as he thinks it over. He doesn’t sound quite mad, disappointed or upset, nor sad either. Out of all the times that Kaeya acts neutral, does it have to be now?

Noticing your stiff composure, he asks, “Did you think I’d be mad or something?”

“Admittedly,” You gulp, your sky illusion long gone by now, “yes.”

“Well, settle down, a stiff pillow doesn’t make for a good one.” He snuggles impossibly closer into your shoulder, which is a good sign. “I’m certainly not mad, or disappointed, or anything negative. Out of all people, why would I perceive it as taboo?”

“Well… I’m not sure, really. It’s just big news, you know?”

“It is big news.” He agrees. “However, I won’t judge. All magic is cool magic, and in the right hands, it can make a difference. Right?” For being nearly asleep, he makes a good point.

“Right.”

“And your hands are quite capable.” He leans up to plant a kiss on your cheek and whisper in your ear, “Night.”

“Night.”

“Yes, I do know the one.” Kaeya sighs, “Was she mad, or anything?” He considers the types of forbidden magic in the book, as well as the outrider. She wouldn’t take it lightly if she knew you were practicing any of the magic types in it.

“No, surprisingly. I suppose she only skimmed through it.”

Kaeya nods, “Alright. She was headed off to the Knights of Favonius HQ, as far as I’m aware.”

A shiver of dread runs down your spine, “I hope we don’t come across Lisa.”

Two people running side by side isn’t quite the best formation you’d like to take in these streets. They’re terribly crowded, as previously stated, so Kaeya takes the lead and you take the rear. Your stamina had long since begun to diminish, so if you weren’t to find her soon, you’d need to take a break.

Who knows if she skimmed through it more whilst you were off her trail? Had she stopped to take a closer look? You could only hope she hadn’t.

When you arrive at the headquarters, guards Athos and Porthos eye you up but they do not stop you. With Kaeya being a higherup , as the General Chief Manager, they did not question it as much as they should’ve, considering Amber had also come running here.

Merely at the foyer, you catch sight of your little thief. She’s not reading the book, in fact you don’t see it on her person. She’s instead just playing with her Baron Bunny, as if waiting for you.

“There you are!” She exclaims. “I got rather bored waiting for you, and hey, I’m also tired.” She holds out the book, “This book is boring. Could barely get past the introduction without yawning.”

You sigh in relief, for she has, evidently, not read past the first page. “Thank you.”

You pass the book to Kaeya offhandedly and saunter closer to the book thief. This way, she shouldn’t be all that cautious of you. Your partner chuckles, it’s quite obvious to him what’s coming next.

In the blink of an eye, you’ve got her trapped in a noogie. “AH” She gasps, “Hey, ow– stop it!”

And you don’t stop because, “Guess what, you deserve it.”

Even with such a harsh punishment as this, Amber hasn’t learned her lesson, not now and not until another year later. That year… it’s certainly not the best one.

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Pressure, pushing down on me.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader.

Word count: 3035.

Warnings: angst and a small panic attack.

If you want, you can read Under Pressure first, and this one will make more sense.

Things have been - you don’t want to use the word great, so – ok. Fine. Honestly, you’ve seen better days. But it’s not as bad, too. You’ve seen worse days. Things are… going.

Lena has backed off a little. She’s not pressuring you anymore. At least not verbally like she was doing. But the pressure it’s still there, even if it’s not so clearly put out. She told you she wants you to do better. To be better. You know there’s a lot of pressure for you to be this perfect being.

Lillian Luthor once told you, and you remember clearly: I guess you are the perfect specimen after all. And lately that statement is ringing loudly in your head.

They once said you don’t have to be perfect with your power, but then Kara complains when you’re not. She called for backup once and almost seems like she regrets that decision already. And then Lena said you were allowed to make mistakes, but you made the mistake of not focusing on your test and she didn’t quite forgive you for that.

The truth is: they are sending mixed signals.

Kara calls you weak and soft, then cries an apology at your feet.

Lena one day decides she doesn’t trust you enough, and goes through your lab, then she lays your head on her lap and says she’s sorry.

Kara says she is proud of how you’re already using your powers, because when she was your age she wasn’t doing so, but talks about her rule of only letting you go supering at 18.

Lena says she is proud of your powers and of you saving her life, but she always makes it feel like this is only the second most important thing. First is always studying.

They miss all of your school events, then stay besides your death bed for endless nights until you’re feeling better.

They say no one is perfect and no one should try to be, but then they push you until you get to the point of perfection. If being perfect is not important, then why are they always asking more from you when you’ve already given so much?

It’s a game of ‘you should do better’ and ‘you’re doing great’. It’s a push and pull from all sides. It’s mixed signals and confusing messages. It drives you to the edge of the precipice, then pulls you back, right when you’re about to fall from it.

And you felt yourself on top of the precipice all week. And when you heard them talking, you knew they were there trying to pull you back, trying to bring you closer. But this time, for some reason, that didn’t work. You’re still right at the edge, and any small wind might push you down. You can feel it. You can see yourself down in the abyss. You just need the tiniest little push.

And the push comes. Because the push was always going to come, whether they meant it or not.

“Hey!” Kara walks in home, and you look up from your books. Maya and Jamie do the same, and you thank Rao she decided to use the front door and not the backyard door, like she usually does when she flies in. “The squad is here!”

Jamie looks at you trying to hold back the laughter and you shake your head, already embarrassed.

“Ok. We’re not using that word ever again.” You say, making Jamie burst into laughter and Maya chuckles softly next to you.

“BOOOO.” Kara points at you, giving you a thumbs down. “I’m a cool hip mom.”

“Yeah, you are! You tell her, aunt Kara!” Jamie says it as a joke, but Kara totally buys it, throwing her hair from her shoulders.

She comes closer, to see what you all are doing, when the front door opens again and Lena walks in.

“Oh, study session!” Kara says looking at the books, before turning to Lena in the front door, still doing her entire routine before entering the house. “Look love, the squad is studying again.”

“The squad?” Lena holds a laugh, ignoring Kara’s instant pout. “Please Kara, you’re a 48-year-old, you can’t say words like squad anymore.”

“You two are always clipping my wings.” She says making a huff sound and turns to Maya. “Hey, I heard you met Superkid the other day.”

“She actually saved me.” Maya says with the biggest smile. “She is so strong; she lifted a car!”

“Well, I mean, she has super strength. A car weighs the same amount as an apple for her. It’s not that big a deal.” Kara says with a little wink.

A little push.

“Yeah, I know. For her it might not feel like much, but for me it’s huge!” Maya smiles. “Especially because she saved my life.”

A little pull.

“Kara, stop disturbing the girls.” Lena comes to the table, sharing a little smile with everyone. “They don’t need to be distracted right now.” She looks down at your book realizing what it is that you’re studying. “Bien. Allons-y!”

A little push.

“Oh, come on, they look like they’ve been at it for hours.” Kara says, getting an agreeable look from Jamie. “Don’t you guys want to take a break and eat something?”

“I could take a break.” Maya says.

“And I could eat.” Jamie agrees.

You look down on your book. And then up at Lena’s raised eyebrow.

“Um, why don’t you go get something for you guys to eat?” You look at Jamie, who shakes her head agreeing, standing up right away. “I’m just going to look at this verb conjugation one more time.”

“Babe, come on. You got it. Five minutes break, it’s not gonna kill you.” Maya stands up too, but even though Jamie is already looking inside the fridge, she doesn’t leave your side.

“Yeah, kid. Go.” Kara smiles, and you nod. “Go! You got it!”

A little pull.

It’s this constant game of how high can you get, before seeing how far you can fall.

Jamie and Maya leave. French doesn’t. Kara brings you dinner in your bedroom because they don’t want to interrupt your studying. Lena kisses you goodnight and gives you fifteen more minutes before closing your book and going to bed.

Fifteen minutes goes out the window. And then thirty. An hour. Two hours. The entire night. Two minutes before the knock on your door, you lay on your bed. Blurry vision. Not a word in English on your brain anymore.

“Kid, time to get up.” Kara’s voice.

You count five minutes, and close your eyes.

“Come on, babygirl. School.” You hear Lena’s voice and you open your eyes again.

“D’accord. Cinq minutes.” You say getting a chuckle from Lena.

“Très bien, baby!”

This weirdly feels like a push and pull at the same time. You feel your stomach twisting inside you, and you get up, getting ready and going to the kitchen.

“Hey, little one.” You hear Kara’s sleepy voice, and she hugs you, kissing your temple. “You ok?”

“Yeah. Great!” You give her a fake smile. Eyes so tired you feel tears forming on the sides. Kara holds your face with one hand giving you one long inspecting look. Will she see right through you?

“Are you sure? You’re looking a little tired.” She says still holding your face.

“Then stop looking.” You mumble under your breath, but your words slur together and you’re not sure she understood you.

“Well, anyways-” Kara kisses your temple again, with a smile. “Good luck on the test today. We can go for donuts after, if everything goes well.”

If.

“Oh, yes. The exam.” Lena says, coming from behind you. “Text me at lunch break to tell me if it went well?”

If.

One big strong push.

“I-I have to go. Don’t want to get there late.” You throw your backpack over your shoulder. “I’ll fly.”

“Wait, did you eat?” Kara asks, with furrowed brows. Your stomach twists and turns inside you, but you’re not hungry, you’re nauseated. You walk to the fruit bow and pick up an apple. It’s not like picking up a car.

“I’ll eat on the way. See you guys later.” You make your way to the backyard door and leave, flying to the empty street behind your school.

You get there before anyone. And wait twenty minutes sitting on the ground outside, before Jamie arrives.

“Oh my God, you look like shit!” Jamie says with a smile and you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, well. You also don’t look-” You shrug before getting your words out. “Huh, whatever. Too tired.”

“Wow, you’re not even bantering.” She touches your forehead. “Are you sick?”

“Just didn’t sleep.” You sigh. “Ignore me.”

“Kinda hard, but I’ll try.”

You sit on your chair, relentless. Legs shaking, pencil banging on your table, eyes looking everywhere, but seeing nothing at the same time.

“Babe.” Maya calls you, and you look up. “You cool?” You agree with your head. “Did you drink coffee or something? You’re looking very high?”

“I’m ok.” You say, then acknowledge what she said. “YES! Coffee!” She jumps a little from your yell. “I had so much coffee today. But I’m cool.”

“Ok.” She sits behind you, and the teacher walks in ready to give out the exams. Maya squeezes your shoulder lightly. “You got this, ok? Just relax.”

You wish that could pull you back, but you’re already down in the end of the abyss. The whole way there, there’s no pulling you back now.

When the exam starts, your brain refuses to do the same. You just stare blankly down not seeing a word, not being able to move, think or breathe. This paralyzing fear, that any wrong move might ruin everything, takes over you. If you mess this up -or maybe it’s not a matter of if, but of when- when you mess this up, what will happen? Will they still try to pull you back? Will they still feel like you’re doing your best? Will they accept this failed version of yourself? Will they love it?

You lay your head down on your desk, and feel the painful weight of pressure, pressing down on you. Tears roll down your cheeks and you are unable to stop them, no matter how embarrassing this must look for you.

Jamie looks at you next to her. She mouths ‘are you ok?’. You want to scream that you’re not. That you are the opposite of ok. But no words come out. You hold the metal part of the desk, and she sees it bending, and sees how close it is from breaking. How close you are from breaking.

“Mrs. Arquette!” She calls, raising her hand. The teacher wavers, but comes when she sees her desperation. “She’s not feeling ok.”

“Miss Luthor-Danvers, what is going on? Do you need water?” The teacher kneels down next to you trying not to call attention.

You can’t talk. Your hands are shaking on the bent metal. Your tears are falling nonstop. And there’s absolutely no air on your lungs.

“Babe, babe. Talk to us.” Maya asks, stroking your back gently.

The entire class was silent for the test, but now you feel like you could hear a hair pin drop. They’re all staring at you. You’re lying on your desk, crying, while people around you make a big fuss about it.

“Can you get up, Miss Luthor-Danvers? Can you follow me?” The teacher asks again, but still radio silence from your end. You see her looking at Jamie, like asking what to do, since she knows you guys are cousins. “Can you help, Miss Olsen-Danvers?”

“I got her.” Jamie stands up, taking your hand out of the metal bar. She whispers in your ear. “You gotta help me, little-Danvers. I got you, but you need to help me a little.”

She makes you stand, and holds your waist, guiding you out of the classroom. Maya stands up too.

“Miss Rose, please finish your test. Her cousin is with her, she’ll be fine.” You hear the teacher’s voice, and Maya’s protests, but you get out of the classroom and that’s as far as you can walk. As soon as Jamie closes the door, you fall on the floor in a hyperventilating-cry, so desperate Jamie can only hug you.

“I’m here. Hey, I’m here. You’re ok.” Jamie whispers in your ear. “I’m going to call aunt Kara now, ok? Can I call her?”

You don’t answer, so she does as promised. It feels like it’s less than a minute later that Kara is kneeling down in front of you, taking you from Jamie’s arms, and wrapping you up in her arms instead. You hear Jamie telling her everything. Every single thing.

How upset you were over the test, and that wouldn’t let them stop studying until she got home the day before. That you didn’t sleep. That you were trembling, crying, breaking the desk. That she knows you aren’t exactly breathing or blinking. Then she said the actual words, so you don’t have to do it yourself.

“It’s the pressure, aunt Kara.” Jamie points out matter-of-factly. “She might have superpowers, but she is still a teenager. If my moms put this much pressure on me, like you do with her, I would have broken down years ago.”

And you are broken down. You are down the abyss. You are hopeless.

Kara flies you to L Corp. She marches down Lena’s office unceremoniously, holding you like a little baby, all curled up on her arms, sobbing on her suit.

“Baby, hey, can you talk to us?” Kara tries, sitting on the couch, and all you do is curl yourself more around her in a way you can’t even breathe. But that’s ok, because you feel like you’ve been holding your breath for a long time now.

“What’s going on?” Lena asks, stroking your back, back-and-forth in a soothing motion. That only makes you scream-cry harder, hugging Kara so tight, it probably hurts her already.

“She had a panic attack during the test.” Kara says and you blink at the realization. Oh, yes. This is it. That’s what this is.

You can’t see any of their faces, but you know they’re probably doing their weird telepathic communication thing, because Kara doesn’t have to say anything else for Lena to understand.

“Oh no, my baby.” She tries to pull you in, but you’re attached to Kara like a koala bear, and she’s not strong enough to move you. Kara tries pushing you into Lena’s lap, which only makes you hold her stronger.

Push. Pull. Pull. Push. It’s even physical now. The crying doesn’t stop even for a minute.

“Hey, hey.” Kara whispers on your forehead. “Momma is here, little one. I’ve got you. You’re safe. Just breathe for me. Can you do that? Can you breathe for mommy?”

Does Kara still love you? Does she still think this broken version of yourself is worth something? Is it worth her time?

“Ok, there you go.” She says when you take your head out of her chest. “You’re ok, my love. You’re safe. Can you tell me where you are?”

“L Corp.” You whisper, between your tears, and Kara agrees with her head.

“Very good. Now can you tell me something you can hear?”

“Your heartbeat.”

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing great.” She kisses your forehead. “Can you tell me something you can feel?” You feel Lena’s hand moving on your arms, shaking like yours.

“Fear.” It’s what you say, instead.

“Fear?” It's Lena who says it. “Of what?”

“Failing. Disappointing.” You say, and your breath gets stuck on your lungs again. “Not being loved if I’m not who you want me to be.”

It’s between tears that Lena says. “Please, let me hold you. Can mom hold you, babygirl?”

You stop clinging so hard to Kara, relaxing your arms so she knows it’s ok to move you. That’s what Kara does. She gently puts you on Lena’s lap, and you feel her arms wrapping around you, protectively, like she’s holding the most precious thing on her arms.

Does Lena still love you? Despite the disappointment of not having the perfect daughter, but rather this broken version of who you once were? Are you still worthy of her love?

“I promise you, you were never a failure. And you will never be one, my baby.” Lena speaks softly, in a tone you’re not very used to, reserved for only the sweetest moments you two share. “You are the single most important thing in the world for me, and I don’t care about your grades, or school, or science, or powers, nearly as much as I care for your well-being.” You feel her hands moving on your cheeks, cleaning your tears for you. “Who I want you to be is a healthy, happy teenage girl. And I apologize for pushing you to be anything else aside from that, and for pushing my own personal issues down on you. You, my sweet baby, don’t have to be anything aside from yourself for me, for us, to love you profoundly and entirely.”

You breathe. For the first time since the day started, you actually breathe. They do love you. They’re not going to stop loving you.

“Little one, we love you so much, I can’t even put into words how big and extreme this love is. You are everything we could possibly want and much, much more.” You feel a kiss on your forehead, and you smile a little from it. “Whatever it is that happens in your life, we will love you, and support you, ok?”

“Ok.” You look up to both of them, with big teary eyes, and you agree with your head, feeling your heart easing out on your chest. “I love you two very much.”

Kara throws her arms around you and Lena, and you’re sandwiched between your moms, listening to their ‘I love you’, and heartbeats, and sweet reassuring voices until you slowly fall asleep in their arms. You’re loved for who you are. That’s all you want to be. And you know, when you wake up again, you’ll be pulled out of the abyss.

Notes:

Thanks @youngjusticeimaginesus for this other incredible prompt. I love writing angst more than I should.

#supergirl #kara danvers #supercorp #lena luthor #supercorpfamily #kara x lena #kara x reader #supercorp daughter #supercorp fanfic #lena x reader #reader insert

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kyotarou · 4 years

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One bed scenario for izuku, shouto, tamaki and dabi? I really liked the last one

characters: izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, tamaki amajiki, dabi

plot (deku, shoto, & tamaki): you’re invited to a weekend getaway for a class celebration, but some miscalculations lead to some awkward situations

warnings: mild swearing

a/n: since dabi isn’t part of u.a. the plot for his scenario will be explained below :) also this is a bit long i apologize if it’s a lot to read

part 1

Izuku Midoriya

Class 1-A takes a trip to Kyoto during the spring when the cherry blossoms have bloomed and the city is pink

Everyone is free to do as they please as long as they meet back at the hotel by a certain time or else everyone is going to assume they were kidnapped

Deku’s excited cause he’s never gone on a trip with all his friends like this before

He’s the type of person to have a backpack full of water, snacks, money, and a map with a ton of places marked off

Drags you by the wrist all over the city and manages to cross off all the spots on the map with enough time to squeeze in some extra destinations

At the end of the day, you and Deku head up to the room you decided to share, exhausted and ready to sleep until noon

Upon opening the door, you both do a double-take

“Uh, Izuku, am I seeing things, or is there only one bed?”

“Nope, there’s only one.”

“Um, I guess one of us could take the floor?”

Neither you or Deku actually want to sleep on the floor, but you don’t want to come off as rude, so you play a game of, “No, I will,” until it gets too tiring

“Let’s just share, yeah?”

“Oh, (Y/N), are you sure?”

“Well, we’re not getting anywhere aren’t we?”

He’s trying his best to not seem flustered as you crawl into bed next to him

It’s not as uncomfortable as you thought, but you’re worried about Deku and how he looks like he’s about to have a heart attack

You scoot to the edge of the bed with your back to him, hoping it makes things less awkward, and fall asleep

You wake up to the sound of rustling and try to get up to check the time but something’s holding you back

You look down to see Deku’s arms wrapped around your waist, squeezing you tight, while his lips brush against your neck, murmuring your name in his sleep

Your face heats up and you realize staying like this for the rest of the day isn’t so bad

Shoto Todoroki

You hang out with your friends but grow tired quickly and decide to head back to the hotel early and relax at the spa

You’re surprised to see Shoto in the spa house too, towel draped over his shoulder, no shirt, with shorts on

It makes your heart race and cheeks burn with embarrassment because holy fuck does your crush look good right now

He’s super chill about it and thinks your red face is from the steam of the hot tub or the sauna

“Hello, (Y/N), why aren’t you out with the others?”

“Oh, um, I was getting tired and just wanted to relax.”

“I see. Well, care to join me?” He hangs the towel on a hook and settles into the hot tub

You’re standing there, legs shaking, realizing you’re going to have to strip in front of him

Shoto stares at you expectantly and sees you hesitating

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to stare. I’ll look away.”

After taking off your clothes, swimsuit underneath, you get in beside him

It’s a bit tense at first, but soon you loosen up and have some good, interesting conversations

At bedtime, Iida is listing out the pairs and the room numbers and you hear him say, “(L/N) and Todoroki, room 207.”

“Huh?! Iida, are you sure? I was supposed to be with Denki!”

“Hm, it says Denki’s with Sero on the list. You two must’ve gotten mixed up, I apologize. Will you be okay or do you want to switch?”

“I’m fine with it, how about you (Y/N)?”

You feel like you’re going to collapse because your crush just agreed to be in the same room as you, but you nod a little too excitedly and take the elevator up

As if the day couldn’t get any better worse, there’s only one bed in your room

Even Shoto is a bit taken aback but, being the responsible boy he is, he offers to request a different room, or at least bring a cot up

Without thinking, you blurt out, “What if we shared?” and your whole body stiffens in embarrassment

Surprisingly, Shoto isn’t opposed to it, but he asks if you’re 100% with it first, then gets into bed

His body is cold next to yours and you shiver a little too violently, back turned to him

Shoto takes notice and you feel his breath on the back of your neck. “Sorry, let me warm you up.”

He uses his Quirk and heats up the bed, and although you know it’s an innocent gesture, your mind can’t help but wander elsewhere

“Oh, um, thank you,” you whisper, relaxing in the warmth

“Of course.”

Little did you know, Shoto’s heart was beating a mile a minute, because he too didn’t want to scare his crush—you

Tamaki Amajiki

Tamaki stays in the hotel the entire day

It’s not that he doesn’t want to be with his friends; he’s afraid of getting lost or doing something to mess up the trip for his classmates

You stay with Tamaki in his room, chatting about whatever comes to mind

“Are you sure you want to stay? I don’t want to hold you back.”

“It’s alright, we have two days left anyway. I like being with you, Tamaki!”

He hides the blush growing on his face and you smile because of how cute he looks

Tamaki’s room only has one bed, which isn’t surprising, since it was noted one person would need to be alone due to the odd number of students

Problem was it wasn’t stated who would be alone

As you’re exploring his room, gawking at the view from the window and all the cool little knickknacks, you throw open the closet doors and freeze when you see your stuff

“Huh? Why is this here? Tamaki, did you take my bag on accident?”

“Ah, no! I only brought my stuff up, someone must’ve put it there by mistake.”

You call Nejire and ask about the rooms

“Hmm, it seems like you and Tamaki must’ve been given the same room. Sorry for not checking it over, do you want to be moved?”

“Ah, it’s fine, I guess.”

You and Tamaki try to go back to your conversation but you can tell how nervous he is since night is approaching quickly

Bedtime comes and Tamaki nearly screams when he feels your body pressed against his

Guilt washes over you; “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked. I’ll go down and get a cot.”

As you’re about to slip out from under the covers, Tamaki suddenly grabs your arm and buries his face in his pillow

“Uhm, (Y/N), i-it’s okay. Y-You can stay, uhm, ah-”

He opens one eye and quickly shuts it, pressing himself so far into the pillow you swear he’s going to suffocate

Confused, you look around, but there’s nothing in the room beside you two in the dark

It hits you— “Tamaki, are you… scared of the dark?”

“What, no! I-I-”

He lets out a little squeak when you stroke his hair, face inches from his

“It’s okay, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Dabi

You were a vigilante, an anti-hero who believed in helping others but despised the flashiness and celebrity status of pro heroes

Your Quirk, Feline, which gave you the characteristics of a cat, allowed you to work in the comfort of darkness where it was difficult to catch you

You rarely got injured due to your agility, but this night, your target had a Quirk that allowed them to see in the darkness, and left you stumbling down the street with a gash in your side

“Rough night, little kitty?”

Dabi stands under a streetlamp with a smirk

You and Dabi weren’t friends by any means, but you held a certain level of respect for him; part of it was so he wouldn’t cremate you

“Shut up,” you scowl. “I’m perfectly fine- hrgh.”

You press your hand over the wound, blood slipping past your fingers

Suddenly, Dabi throws you over his shoulder, your head knocking against his back as he carries you to his place

“What the fuck- Put me down!”

He lays you on the bed, uncharacteristically gentle, and cleans your wound with a towel

“Why are you doing this?”

“I’m not gonna let my little kitty walk around like this.”

Dabi covers your wound with a bandage and throws the blanket over you

It’s past midnight and you’re getting sleepy, but you realize you’ve taken up all the space on the bed

Plus, it’d be kind of weird to crash at the place of the man you barely know

“I’ll go then, thanks for the help.”

He pushes your shoulder and you fall against the pillows

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Home?”

“Not like that, kitty.” He circles around to the other side

“Where are you gonna sleep? There’s only one bed.”

“So?”

Dabi flops onto the mattress and slings one arm around your shoulders, tugging you close— “Go to sleep, kitty.”

Unable to move from the pain and his grip, you have no choice but to snuggle close

Despite his casual demeanor, your heightened sense of hearing amplified the rapid beating of his heart

A smile spreads across your face; this is gonna be great blackmail

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idontblushsrry · 3 years

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Hikaru Hitachiin||SFW Alphabet

A/N: Will this include Hikaru slander? Yes. Hikaru stans come get ur food, enjoy!

Word Count: 2219

A: Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Hikaru shows affection physically. He’s much too prideful to admit (bar the rare and private confessions of adoration and love) his love for you through words or actions and he prefers to receive instead of give gifts. But a little arm around your shoulder, holding your hand in his pocket, small pecks on the cheek and you more than know how much Hikaru loves you.

B: Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Hikaru likely becomes best friends with you via pranks. He takes note of you when you catch him trying to mess with Tamaki and give him a few pointers on how to better scare the poor blonde. From there, it’s history.

C: Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Hikaru loves to cuddle. He becomes especially clingy at night at which point all he wants to do is hold you. When he’s away from you, he still prefers to cuddle with something so he’ll substitute you for a pillow. Not the same but it gets the job done until he can return home to you and get wrapped up in your arms again.

D: Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Hikaru likes the idea of settling down. He’d definitely want to head to the countryside or somewhere mountainous that’s surrounded by beaches. He likes the thought of you and him being together in your own little pocket of the world. As for cooking and cleaning, he can’t do either and has no interest in doing so, so he’d probably pay a few servants to do the work for him.

E: Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If Hikaru had to break up with you, it’d likely be the result of both of you needing to part ways so that you can work on yourselves before trying to give the relationship another shot. Hikaru generally acts unaffected (and depending on the length of your relationship, he is) but deep down he resolves to become better for you.

F: Fiance(e) (How would they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He doesn’t really like the idea of marriage because he views it as an expensive mess that ends in an even more expensive divorce. He does like the idea of spending his life with you but if yall ever got married he might just get a pre-nup. Overall though, he’s not really the sort for marriage, the legal part of it especially gives him anxiety, and to be honest, when he knows that he’s committed to you, it just is. Loving and being with you becomes as natural as breathing for him.

G: Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Hikaru isn’t really gentle at all. Like he definitely tries to be soft and tender with you but also he likes to pinch your butt when you walk past, and really is he so terrible for that? (Kind of, that shit be hurtin mf)

H: Hugs( Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Please hug Hikaru, he won’t ask for it or initiate aside from throwing his arm around your waist/shoulder. He craves your hugs and whenever you hug him it’s like the clouds part and a rainbow shines down onto your relationship. Hikaru’s hugs, as a result of his refusal to just ask for a hug, are always a little clingy, desperate to hold you tight to him for as long as possible.

I: I love you (How fast do they say the L-word)

One of Hikaru’s biggest regrets is how fast he said ‘I love you’. It was spur of the moment and he didn’t mean it, he just thought he had to say it because you’d both been dating for 3 months and he just straight up didn’t mean it. The look on your face was filled with so much joy that he feels disgusted with himself whenever he thinks back to it. Now every time he says he loves you, he tries his hardest to make sure that you understand just how much he means it. He never wants you to doubt the depth of his devotion for you.

J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous)

He and Kaoru are already getting that gleam in their eye. In all seriousness though, he gets really pouty and everything becomes a competition between him and the person he’s jealous of. It’s like, “Oh, you’re on track to become an olympic class track runner? That’s cool I guess, what’s really impressive is the fact that I’m 5′9″. It’s embarrassing for both of you, and you just apologize for him before walking away, dragging him along with you.

K: Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Hikaru’s kisses are a lot like him in the sense that they’re exciting with a hint of trouble. Hikaru enjoys flustering you by kissing you in as many public places as passionately as possible before walking off and acting like everything’s all normal. He likes to smirk into kisses and his kisses are so intense that most times they turn into makeout sessions despite neither of you really planning it.

L: Little ones (How are they around children)

Hikaru is kid of awkward around kids. He doesn’t really care too much for them and so whenever they’re around, he tends to just hand them off to the nearest person who cares for children. He genuinely doesn’t know what to do so if he’s left alone with a kid he’ll just kinda stare and ask if they need food or something.

M: Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Hikaru are sweet but stressful. Hikaru has an alarm that plays music and sends confetti instead of a more traditional one, and while Hikaru’s used to the sound of his alarm clock, you aren’t, and sleep right through it. Does Hikaru think ‘oh maybe I should wake Y/N up?’ Nope. He just sits there and stares at you until you naturally wake up on your own. You wake up so peacefully and stare at him until you get a glimpse at the time and start panicking and yelling at him for not waking you up sooner.

N: Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Hikaru are the calmest you’ll ever see him. He’s very sleepy and gets 1000% clingier. Whether it’s wrapping his arms and legs around you as he sleeps or you letting him sit on your lap while he applies both your and his face mask, nighttime Hikaru is just a clingy sweetheart trying to make up for a day of him acting like he’s not fully in love with you.

O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Hikaru is a very layered person. Just when you think you’ve discovered something about him, you actually just barely scratched the surface. He tries to be more and more open with you, hiding less from you. But it’s not exactly easy to break his habit of not/fear of being open.

P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Hikaru is a little brat, which means if he doesn’t get his way he will resort to mischief and then angry pouting. He gets angry kind of easily but he’s just gotten good at hiding it. Over the course of his relationship with you, he does start to chill out a bit, not getting his way doesn’t bother him as much anymore.

Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Hikaru remembers weird bits of information about you at the strangest and most inopportune moments. Like you’ll be talking to Kyoya while Hikaru is talking with his clients and he’ll just suddenly remember mid-act that you were like school council president at your elementary school or something and completely freeze and break character.

R: Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment in your relationship (although this was technically before the two of you were together) was after the host club’s ball, you walked up to him like “I know the party’s over but may I have this dance.” He accepted of course and you both danced the night away. Just thinking about that day sends butterflies running through his stomach and he swoons for you all over again.

S: Security (How protective are they? How would they like to be protected?)

Hikaru is super protective over you. If he’s out and about with you somewhere and he feels like you’re in danger (not too common but always a risk with him being rich), he’s activating emergency defense protocol procedures. He’s also kinda dramatic about it like if you bump into the edge of the coffee table he’ll laugh at you but then while you aren’t looking, he’s calling to have the whole table removed. Have mercy on whoever decides to bother you though because he and Kaoru are not above jumping.

T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Hikaru puts a lot of effort into your dates, he enjoys the challenge of trying to one up his last attempt as well as trying to surprise you each time. He’s not really the type to give gifts unless they’re in the form of clothes, but he’d much rather get gifts than give them. He does get a little upset if he starts feeling like he’s the only one trying so shake things up by surprising him instead (wipe that all-knowing grin off his face). Despite the fact that he’ll try to act like he doesn’t try that hard, he really does want to impress you and he tries his hardest to do so.

U: Ugly (What are some bad habits of theirs? (I’m gonna add arguments here because they aren’t on the prompt list I found))

A bad habit of Hikaru’s is that he has a tendency to try and pick fights. No matter where this stems from, he tends to try and bait you into fights or disagreements. He doesn’t even realize that he does this until you point it out to him. (Well honestly you pointed it out, then in disbelief he went and asked the host club at which point, they agreed, and he was left in shock at their lack of hesitation).

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Hikaru, like Tamaki, is obsessed with his looks. He often lies and says that it’s Kaoru who’s obsessed with looks, but Hikaru goes absolutely feral if someone so much as touches any of his beauty products. He honestly doesn’t even want you to touch them unless you’re coming back from buying his stuff at the store.

W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

At first, Hikaru kinda treats your relationship with him like an exchange. He’s terrified you’re only interested in him for his looks or his money and so he does everything possible to make you stay because he was scared of what it would be like to be a person without you. He does break out of that dependent mindset eventually though. To be completely honest, you both probably break up because of Hikaru’s dependent tendencies and only get back together once both of you grew without the other for a while.

X: (E)xes (Any previous relationship experience. How does that factor into your current relationship?)

Hikaru has absolutely no relationship experience as he’s spent the last however may years of his life fending off all potential interaction with people who weren’t Kaoru with a stick.

Y: Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner)

Hikaru’s only real turn-offs are people with no sense of style. Of course, it’s not a huge deal breaker but you pretty much have to be ok with being Hikaru’s personal doll. He also really dislikes boring people, like if your life can be summed up in a resume, he’s skipping past you. Another thing that he looks for in his partner is, obviously, the ability to tell the difference between him and his twin. If you can’t do that, he’s already written you off completely.

Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Hikaru sleeps fully and completely in the nude, like no boxers or anything. Initially, it was kind of a joke/ look at me thing but now he can’t help himself. Now, it’s fine between the two of you now, but the first time you spent the night at Hikaru’s house, only to find he’d somehow stripped all the way down in his sleep come morning, was...surprising to say the least. (You couldn’t look him in the eye for almost a month afterwards)

#ohshc x reader #ohshc imagines #ohshc hikaru x reader #hikaru x reader #hikaru hitachiin x reader #ohshc x black reader #black!reader #x black reader #sfw alphabet #idontblushsrry

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ilikemesometaetaes · 4 years

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Little One (M)

Jung Hoseok Oneshot

•••> Author: @ilikemesometaetaes

•••> Summary: You find yourself in a position where you must choose between certainly addicting or below-average satisfaction for the rest of your life.

•••> Pairing(s): Hoseok/Reader

•••> Requested by Anon: “Hey I was wondering if you could possibly do a Hoseok smut oneshot and like hes a super dom? Love you 💜”

•••> Word Count: 6.41k

•••> Rating: 18+

•••> Warnings: smut, slight impreg!kink, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, mention(s) of masturbation, slight choking/strangulation, spanking, dirty talk, slight mention(s) of BDSM, dom/little one relationship, hobi is filthy, but he’s also respectful, cursing, pining, mild stalking?, alcohol use

Thank you for the request, anon! Sorry, it took me like a week to get it done, but here it is! I hope you enjoy :) I didn’t go back and edit it so please excuse any mistakes.

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The light from the chandeliers of the ballroom dimmed as the night came undeniably closer to its end.

The event was organized by your company- a Friday evening to relax and celebrate the closing of another fiscal year. The flurries of snow that dusted the sidewalks outside the venue served as a reminder that the year, in itself, was coming to an end too.

Smooth, Christmas-themed jazz music acted as a factor in your sleepy demeanor, relaxing you into a comfortable glow of warmth despite failing your mission.

You were here strictly on business; there was no time to mess around and slack off. A handful of flutes of champagne and a double pour of whiskey- which you hardly ever drank- were enough to relax you and make you confident in the success of your duty to find a proper suitor to make you cum tonight.

In the past, you had tried flings with acquaintances and a few friends, but they had turned out to be absolutely disdainful in the fact that, despite them, you had only cum twice at the hands of another in the last year and a half. Instead, you wanted to give a one night stand a try- purely for research purposes, of course. Who knew? Maybe you were into the riskiness and detachment of it all.

As the hours passed, however, you found yourself slowly resorting to the quiet and dark corners of the room, sipping on another flute of champagne in hopeless surrender with your warm buzz fading pathetically.

Unbeknownst to you, a set of dark eyes had been tracking you for a good portion of the evening. On the prowl for its prey, the owner of those eyes weighed the options sat before him, but he needed to make sure you were alone before he could risk indulging too far.

There was no ring on your finger; no one bringing you a drink; no one you interacted with longer than a short greeting and the occasional hug.

It didn’t take him very long to realize that you were incredibly and unbelievably by your lonesome.

He couldn’t help the smirk from pulling up the corner of his lips while his friends spoke loudly around him. From his seat at the table, he had a perfect view of where you stood in the shadows, however, staring too hard could prove to be the downfall of his plan as he did not want to get caught. Instead, the glass of scotch in his hand held his gaze while he rolled the sphere of ice around it in thought. He would have to be patient.

He recognized the look of defeat when he saw one. He read the way your flawless lips had slowly formed a permanent scowl of self-pity as the minutes turned into hours.

What a pitiful look on such a gorgeous little thing. He mused in thought.

By the time your phone read 12:45 am, you accepted defeat in its ugliest form. Shoulders no longer held back with your chest out and back no longer purposely arched to attract anyone, you allowed yourself to slouch.

Fuck it. You thought. Guess it’s just another date night with my magic wand.

Sourly, you left the large room to retrieve your dress coat from the coat check counter, pulling out your phone to order your Uber once you gave the desk man your ticket.

In your hunt for a ride and the slight tipsiness of alcohol still in your system, you failed to notice the presence of someone behind you.

“Excuse me, Miss.“ You jumped, knees slightly buckling in the process, and turned to find a slightly familiar man dressed in a finely-tailored Armani suit standing behind you.

“Jesus.” You mumbled before speaking up. “You scared me.”

“I apologize for the intrusion.” He laughed, sending an unexpected rush of flutters through your chest and straight to your lower belly. “I just couldn’t help myself in worrying if you were going to get home safe.”

You studied him for a moment, trying to remember who he was. His undercut, despite being a more unpopular haircut around the office, exhumed modern professionalism. A few of his black hairs that were gelled back had fallen over his forehead after several hours of holding its form throughout the night. Milky brown eyes and a narrow nose sat upon his lightly tanned but beautifully contoured face with a dark pink set of lips to grace his regal-like look.

You couldn’t help the sense of familiarity as you gazed at him. Instead of addressing his statement, you blurted out your thoughts, curiosity getting the best of you.

“I’m sorry, but… do I know you? You look so familiar to me.” He was about to respond when the desk man came back to the front with your coat in hand. Before you could reach out to grab it from him, your mystery man was taking it from his grasp.

“I’m Jung Hoseok.” He smiled, holding your coat out for you to place your arm in. So he’s a Jung, huh? Maybe he’s related to the chairman. Would be a nice snag for the night.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Hoseok. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” You held your hand out to shake his once you successfully slid both arms into the coat. With a smoothness uncanny to any man’s hands you’ve ever felt, he took your fingers in his grasp and leaned down to touch his lips to your knuckles.

“Believe me, Ms. Y/N.” His eyes lifted to meet yours as the warm surface of his lips met your skin followed by the warm teasing exhale of his breath. You suppressed a whimper from growing in your throat. “The pleasure is all mine.”

He stood straight abruptly, shocking you out of your stupor. “So is Uber your way of getting home tonight?”

“Ah, yes. I’ve had a few drinks and I was planning on it, so I didn’t drive here.” You replied to him, hoping he would fall for the action and jump in. He nodded his head in understanding whilst you falsely resumed the task of securing a ride from a few moments ago. Please ask to take me home. Please don’t be nonchalant.

“Are you returning home alone?” Hook, line and sinker.

“Yes, I am. I do have a cat to welcome me though, so no need to worry.” You joked, hoping to push him along and give him the hint that you were very single and very available at the moment.

Deciding that your conversation should be taken outside and away from the prying eyes of your associates, you made your way out the door and into the crisp night as you spoke. The small flurries of snow began lightly pelleting your face, catching on your eyelashes. Hoseok followed close behind you, intent on listening to what you had to say.

You came to a stop on the sidewalk and faced him, shivering slightly.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to interrupt your homecoming with your cat. I’m sure he misses you dearly.” He smiled smugly, his breath forming visibly in front of him. Wow. So he’s an intellectual. He knows the game.

Fine. I’ll play.

“The homecoming won’t be too glorious. He doesn’t even greet me at the door.” You faked a pout.

Hoseok took a step closer, eliminating some of the distance between the two of you and effectively removing acquaintanceship from the air between you as he spoke. His previous polite behavior wavered slightly, transitioning your small talk “Oh? Is that so? Why?”

“I’m pretty sure he hates me even though I feed him and give him a roof over his head every day.” You chuckled with an air of breathlessness. “He’s a brat.”

“And are you?” He took another step and circled his arm around you to place his hand on your lower back, chest lightly brushing against yours. He was radiating an incredible amount of heat through the layers of his suit. You almost missed the random question with the way your vaginal floor tightened in anticipation.

“A-am I what?” You stuttered, looking up into his eyes and quickly crumbling. You hoped that he would catch you past the heady sensation of lust that crowded your veins.

“A brat.” He graveled, lifting his hand to pinch your chin between his thumb and index finger. You gasped and couldn’t help bringing your lower lip between your teeth as you were rendered silent, biting down in an attempt to use the pain as a distraction from the pooling of desire in your belly and panties. Good god, he just went right in.

Hoseok’s thumb brushed over your trapped lip, dragging it out and pinning it below his nail before he leaned in. His lips, inches from yours, held your attention and his eyes, locked on your own lips, grew dark with arousal. You thought he was going to kiss you but, instead, he only tutted and answered his own question for you. “So you are.”

The taste of his breath on your tongue was sinful with the tangible scent of his scotch overpowering the aftertaste of your whiskey and champagne. His cologne surrounded you, turning your body into a live wire as your olfactory senses were ambushed with his masculine musk.

“I’m going to need an actual answer when I ask you this, little one.” He whispered, lips mere millimeters from brushing yours. All you could do was gulp and nod in suspense of his question- but he wasn’t having it. He squeezed your chin sternly. “Verbalize.”

“O-okay.” You croaked through the lump in your throat. Hoseok smiled and released your chin from his grip, sliding his hand to your cheek to caress it instead.

“Good enough… for now.” He drew his own lip between his teeth as he slightly pulled away to scan your body in his grasp. His eyes locked on yours again, the closeness of his face scrambling your thoughts completely.

“May I be the one to take you home tonight, Ms. Y/N?” He asked genuinely.

With almost no hesitation, your desperation rose to the surface once more. “Yes. Yes, you may.”

It took mere seconds for Hoseok to back away and wave his hand in the air before a black SUV pulled up in front of the two of you. Grabbing onto your hand, he tugged you towards the vehicle.

“Mine or yours?” You asked as he opened the door for you to slide yourself across the leather seats to settle towards the far window. Following suit and settling behind the passenger seat, he spoke.

“Hm… Are you alright with coming to mine?” He asked, crowding himself on you as he shut the door behind him. His closeness was suffocating- in a good way. The way you felt the heat from his face on yours reminded you of just how close the two of you were about to get.

“I’m alright with anything, Hoseok.” You breathed, eyelashes fluttering in pure bliss. Your panties were clinging to your heat uncomfortably, begging to be removed.

“Be careful of what you say, darling. I might get a little excited.” He laughed lowly. Turning to his driver, he quickly ordered him to take him home. For a brief moment, you wondered what his place looked like and where it was.

Hoseok’s beauty was uncanny; even in the dark, you marveled at his features as the shadows of the street lights passed over them. His hands were constantly attached to you yet no kiss had been shared, causing your nerves to run rampant with tension and excitement.

After a short fifteen-minute ride, the vehicle pulled up in front of large gates and you gazed in wonder at the house that stood behind them. Situated up a small hill past a large courtyard with a giant fountain in the middle was a mansion. The mansion, from what you could see in the night, was dark brown in color due to the bricks it was built by. The fountain lit the front of it in a soft multicolored glow as it transitioned between colors.

“Wow.” You breathed, eyes locked on it as the gate opened and you were dropped off at the front steps into the cold of the night.

“Gorgeous, isn’t it?” He asked from behind you, his body heat immediately returning to your cold form.

“Absolutely.” You turned to him as you whispered, noticing the snowflakes gathering in his hair. Even as your bones chattered from how little your dress and coat properly covered your body, you still felt the heat of want flooding your veins and warming your blood deliciously. Looking into his eyes felt like the call of the wild, the sun, and anything and everything that could cause the bout of excitement and pure joy in your heart.

You just hoped he was able to make you cum tonight. At this point, with his beauty and smooth game, getting you to cum was just a plus.

“Y/N.” He muttered, taking a step to you while pushing you against the large front door to his manor.

“Yes?” You answered nervously, heart racing in your chest. Could he hear it?

“May I open my door?” He chuckled. You quickly looked behind you and realized that you were blocking the slot for his key, quickly moving to the side and rushing an apology with a blush on your cheeks. Looking at the ground, you waited until he opened the door behind you to look back up.

He was pulling you by the waist into his foyer before you could fully look at him again. “C’mere.”

Shutting the door behind you, he pressed you against the wall and pressed a kiss to your lips unexpectedly. Finally. Oh, good god he tastes so good.

His lips moved tentatively at first, smoothly molding yours to his will and pressing against your body with his. Hoseok placed his hands on your hips, sliding them delicately up your sides to your shoulders and under your coat, sliding it off with ease. He was pulling away before you could fully kiss him back, your lips chasing after his in dislike of the loss of contact.

“I’m sorry,” He heaved. “I couldn’t control myself for a moment.”

“No, Hoseok,” You whispered, sliding your hand to the back of his neck and bringing his face back to yours. “It’s okay. I want you to.” He pulled you tightly to his body with a hissed breath between his teeth.

“What? What do you want me to do, Y/N?” He picked you up by the backs of your thighs and you squealed in surprise. Automatically, you locked your ankles around him, cocktail dress making it easy to spread your legs. Hoseok continued to speak before you could reply, carrying you up the stairs as you stared intently at him. “Do you want me to nail your pussy into the bed? Do you want me to rail you until you lose your voice? Do you want me to spank you until you get welts? What? What do you want me to do?”

Wow.

Again, he made you speechless. The way his change of pace had victoriously shut you the fuck up for the second time was shocking.

Hoseok shoving you against the wall next to a door and grinding his hips into your own pulled you from the silence-rendering shock.

“Fucking speak, Y/N. What do you want?” He said sharply.

“I want it all- all of it. Please.” You were quick to reply as his domineering tone sunk into the pores of your skin whilst you whimpered from the friction. He only smiled and took one hand out from under your leg to open the door.

“As you wish, little one.” He smirked. Swiftly, he brought you into the dark room. How he found his way to the bed, you were unsure, for even a person living in a room for years has a difficult time finding their way under such circumstances- and he was carrying you. Regardless of your wonder, you still felt the cool sheets of his bed below you as he threw you onto it with a grunt.

You laid there in the dark, confusion following when he did not follow you.

“What are you doing?” You asked, eyes attempting to adjust themselves. Hoseok chuckled, the sound ensuring you that he did not move from his spot in front of you.

“I must undress first before I can fuck you.” He laughed lowly. You blushed again, realizing that the removal of clothes was definitely a necessity. You moved to strip off your dress when he abruptly stopped you. “No. Don’t. I will undress you.”

You laid back in wait, listening to the ruffling of his clothes as you heard the articles hit the ground one by one. The sound of his belt unbuckling reawakened the jitters in your limbs, excitement reappearing in the form of more of your juices in your panties.

A deep ache sat itself on your clit, pulsing away with your heartbeat in an almost painful sensation. Trembling, you reached a hand down to relieve some of the pressure that built up over the past hour, emitting a quiet sigh from your lips once you lightly cupped your heat.

Briefly, you felt the mattress dip in front of you before his body covered yours. Tearing your hand away from your pulsing heat quickly, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to allow him to slot himself onto your body. The warm, smooth skin of his arms underneath yours felt heavenly yet extremely intimate.

“What do you think you’re doing, little one?” He muttered onto the exposed skin of your neck, grinding himself into you and eliciting a mewl from your throat. He cracked a hand down on the side of your thigh, the hot lick of pain doing wonders to your clenched core.

“I’m sorry,” You whined as he slowly rocked against you again. “It was just hurting so bad.”

“Don’t touch yourself.” He said, pulling away to glide his hands over your calves and thighs. “That’s my job.”

In the darkness, you were beginning to make out Hoseok’s figure; a dark and foreboding form that covered your own- and he was moving downward.

“I was watching you all night.” He pressed his nose to the skin of your inner thigh, inhaling deeply. “And I just can’t find it in myself to believe that someone let you go to that thing alone.”

It was hard to think with Hoseok so close to where you needed him, but it didn’t stop the words from slipping past your lips. “Well, you obviously came alone too. How did someone let you go alone?”

Hoseok chuckled in response, tracing his nose up to your hamstrings before moving further, passing your hip bone to trail over your underwear.

“I have a very particular taste in women and you happen to be the one I was looking for.” You froze for a moment as you felt his teeth on your skin, goosebumps littering your skin again. “You smell so damn good.”

He passed his nose and mouth over your abdomen before you felt his mouth latch onto your panties and bring them down. Your heart rate picked up once more.

“Hoseok.” You breathed, watching his figure as he pulled your underwear to your knees before grabbing them with his hands and sliding them the rest of the way off.

“Y/N.” He whispered in response. “I’m going to ruin you.”

Hoseok slid his hands back up your legs, sliding under your dress and grabbing it to pull it off you.

Once your dress hit the floor, you expected him to go for your heals, but all he did was sit back and stare.

“Y/N, before we start, I must insist that you choose your safeword.” His large hand made itself present on your naked waist, gripping it lightly.

Shock filled your veins and caused a mild sense of panic within you. “S-safeword?” You stuttered. He was one of those people? Fuck. I’ve never done anything like that before.

“I assure you that I will not bring you harm and that we won’t do anything like that… yet.” You quivered under the word. “Things like that require a contract so that I have your explicit consent. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”

“That’s…” You trailed off. “Actually amazing.”

“What, that there’s a contract?” He asked, scooping his arms under you to pick up your body and move you to the headboard.

“No, that you’re actually asking.” You replied, staring at the contours of his body that was now punctuated by the small amount of moonlight streaming in through his window.

“I can promise you that I never do anything like that without asking.” His voice, volume a mere breath, feathered deliciously over the skin of your chest as he looked down at you. “It’s why I am asking you to tell me what you want me to do. I don’t want to become a danger to you.”

You raised your handle to cradle his cheek, wondering how in the world someone who looked like this could be a danger to you, however, you knew that there were much more dangerous games to play than the one you had played with him earlier.

Hoseok leaned into your touch as you spoke with a newfound sense of confidence in his words, an unfamiliar sense of reassurance filling you. “My safeword will be consent, then. And Hoseok? Ask me what I want and I will answer you.”

“Y/N.” He hovered over you to ghost his lips over yours. “What do you want me to do?”

You moved your hand from his cheek to tangle in his hair. “I want you to touch me.”

“Thank god.” Hoseok delivered a soft smack straight to your heat as he smothered you with his lips, the quick contact forcing a whimper to burst from you into his mouth. He was quick to smooth it with a caress of his fingers straight to your clit, shock subsiding into pleasure.

At this point, you’re drenched. Constantly flexing your walls around nothing had created an accumulation of your wetness between the lips of your pussy. Hoseok groaned when he began spreading it around your bundle of nerves.

“May I eat you out? Please?” He pulled his lips from yours and pressed his thumb to you, softly rubbing circles. Your thighs spasmed every so often.

“Yes, Hoseok, yes.” You wobbled. His lips and eyes, now visible, pulled into a grin as he lowered himself down your body.

Without warning, he pressed his face into you, tongue out and lips agape. Immediately, you brought your hands to his hair with a low, breathy groan building in your chest. He started with zero hesitation.

Hands holding you by your thighs, he licked once, then twice, and then shoved his tongue past your folds to slightly enter you. You couldn’t help the groan as it escaped you, tossing your head back and widening your legs for him. He removed one of his hands from your leg, realizing he didn’t need to do much to keep you pliant, and used it to spread your lips further apart.

Blissed out and not paying attention, you didn’t feel his eyes on you as he surveyed your body, growing dangerously hard as he watched you slowly rock yourself into him. Your breasts swayed just slightly with the movement and his hungry eyes struggled to capture your entire body all at once. Experimentally, he slid a finger into your heat, loving how one of your hands that was tangled in his hair yanked back to tangle into your own.

He dropped his tongue back to your clit as he watched your body, a beautiful instrument that he was playing to produce the most beautiful sounds he ever heard.

You were in complete bliss. Hoseok laved his tongue over you in rhythm with his finger as he began pumping you. You couldn’t think straight anymore. The texture of his tongue was slightly rougher than the fragile skin of your folds, sending you into a quivering mess as you felt it attack you with fervor.

It wasn’t long before you were approaching your first orgasm that Hoseok added a second finger, the feel of the stretch paired with his tongue truly exquisite. You were losing your mind if your wails of pleasure were any sign of that.

The knot that began forming in your lower belly had begun to pull your legs closed as it was pulled tighter with each stroke of Hoseok’s tongue and fingers.

“Hoseok-“ You moaned past your labored breaths, gasping aloud. “I think I’m-“

“Then cum on my face, little one. Give it to me.” He moaned with you, pumping his fingers into you with the pads dipping against that specific spongy spot within you.

To say your orgasm was glorious was a heavy understatement. Your legs clapped against the sides of his head, trapping his face against you as he pulled his fingers out, tongue pushing past your folds into your pussy to welcome the juices that rushed out of your tremoring walls. His lips sloppily locked with you as if in a heated french kiss, driving you to a babbling mess whilst you let your climax riddle your body into a trembling heap. Breathless and high with ecstasy, you felt the strokes of his tongue lick you up and assist your spasms of sensitivity.

“Fuck.” You croaked, staring up at the ceiling which you then noticed was graced with a large chandelier, the crystals twinkling in the moonlit room like stars. Hoseok moved over you again, obstructing your view with his face that glistened with your release.

“Y/N,” He whispered, voice almost straining. “What else do you want me to do?”

You took a moment to look down, noticing his considerable, weeping erection mere inches from touching your skin with a pearly bead of cum at the tip glinting at you teasingly. Your mouth watered despite your post-orgasm stupor. He’s fucking huge.

Your response was almost automatic and robotic as you lifted your eyes back to his.

“I want you to fuck me. Now.”

Hoseok was quick to kiss you again, groaning with relief while he lowered his body to yours. The sheen of sweat that covered your skin caused his to slightly stick to yours. The weight of his cock on your stomach and the taste of yourself on his lips only made you press your shaking body up to his in anticipation, locking your ankles around his back.

“Y/N,” He muttered in between his kisses. “You may call me Hobi if you’d like. My full name is a little difficult to scream coherently.”

“Hobi?” You tested the name on your tongue, distracted, before smiling at him. “I like it.”

“Very good. Use it as much as you’d like.” He smirked, reaching for his cock to rub it into your pussy lips, spreading them slightly so that it massaged your clit and folds. The halted groan that Hoseok choked down proved that the feel of you on his dick affected him just as much as the feel of his dick affected you. “You’re wet as fuck.”

“Only for you.” You moaned, widening your legs to allow him more room. You held your breath as he gripped himself and positioned.

Slowly, Hoseok entered you. You were wet and prepared enough that the stretch of his girth was only mildly uncomfortable- not painful. The hiss drawn in between his clenched and bared teeth made you bristle with pride as you were able to make him feel good.

You watched the way your bodies slid together, inch by magnificent inch. The sight overpowered any previous exhaustion you felt from the first orgasm. You became completely hyperaware from the way he had seemed to reach the end of you, stuffing you full, with a bit more of him still unsheathed. Dammit. You want to fit him all.

“Shit.” He spluttered and hiccuped, causing you to realize that he was holding his breath. “You’re tight.”

Gathering your legs up into his arms, he began fucking you just as you wished.

He began his pace brutally, hips snapping into yours with abandon and stunning precision. Despite wanting to watch him, your eyes couldn’t focus, constantly fighting the urge to roll to the back of your head. Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream as he leaned over and spread you wide.

“H-Hobi.” You sobbed. The sounds of your pussy slurping on Hoseok’s dick was ungodly, yet you couldn’t help but love the sound of him invading your depths with your body greedily taking him in.

You felt his cock deep within you as if he was pushing into your lungs with each surge of his body into yours. Could you breathe? You quickly determined that yes, you could breathe, because of the loud sounds that you made that were a mix of gasps and screams.

Sweat began dribbling down Hoseok’s forehead, gelled hair now damp and falling over his face into his eyes with a look of determined ecstasy plastered across his features. His eyes, accompanied by his drawn up eyebrows, focused in concentration on where your bodies met before scaling up the expanse of your bodies, locking on your breasts bouncing with the hammering force. Hoseok brought his hand down to rub circles into your clit so that he could watch you squirm even more.

Still sensitive from your first orgasm, the second came to you much quicker. With Hoseok grunting over you, his dick railing into your heat like a jackhammer, and the feel of just him, you were coming undone quickly. Grasping onto his neck with one hand and using the other to dig your nails into his back, you began caving in on yourself, unable to leave any muscle relaxed whilst your climax approached. Your legs tensed, heels digging into the globes of his ass to bring him on top of you.

“You really want my cum, don’t you?” He chuckled darkly, to which you only managed to nod and release a quick mhm. Hoseok’s growl in your ear only brought you closer. “I’m going to pump you full of my kids, little one. Just be patient.”

But being patient was impossible with the way he was in your guts and the fact that he had slowed his rhythm in exchange for more depth. Stroke after punishing stroke, you could feel his tip battering your cervix, the slight pain making for a dizzying sensation as it mixed with the onslaught of his thumb on your swollen nub. The concern that he could possibly get you pregnant was only an after thought as you were on the pill, but you had to admit that thinking about taking Hoseok’s seed straight into your womb was a sinfully pleasing idea.

He was much too deep; too far into the pits of your stomach for you to fathom how you had never been fucked this thoroughly before. You were going to fucking die. You were going to be killed if you didn’t stop it now. There was no way you wouldn’t come back begging for more if you didn’t stop now. He would own you because you would be obsessed- but he would want nothing to do with you come morning.

You desperately tried to escape him, legs digging into the mattress to push yourself away in order to gain some sense of mind, but you only crowded yourself further into the headboard with Hoseok following you, wrapped around you, on you, in you- everywhere. Hoseok delivered a solid smack straight to the underside of your ass, the ‘clap’ resonating through the room and mixing with the slurping sounds of your body eagerly pulling him in.

“Don’t you run from me, baby. Take it like a big girl.” He smiled devilishly whilst wrapping a hand around your neck, forcing your gaze to meet his. You sobbed loudly, clawing at his back in a fruitless attempt to detach him from your body. Hopelessly, you tried to press your hand to his stomach in an effort to push him away.

His grip tightened slightly on the sides of your neck, effectively leaving your airway unbothered yet the blood flow to your head stinted. “Move-” He thrust into you roughly, triggering a cry from your lips through the lightheaded feeling of being mildly strangled. “Your fucking hand.”

What was the damned safeword? Your thoughts were jumbled as you tried to remember it, yet you found yourself wondering why you were trying to remember when he wasn’t hurting you in the slightest. The ache in your cervix was an unholy and iniquitous sensation that you found yourself literally drooling out the side of your mouth for. You were fucking addicted to it.

“Hobi!” You cried, tears welling up in your eyes as you called for him. You couldn’t wait any longer. You were about to cum and nothing could stop it. “Hobi!”

“Cum on my dick, Y/N. That’s it. Swallow me up.” He muttered softly, aggression in his tone completely gone as he softened his hold on you in order to focus on ravishing your heat.

You brought him in one last time, body seizing and clawing for him as if you wanted to completely absorb him into yourself, before your orgasm exploded on you in the form of your juices rushing from your snatch around his girth. Mere moments after, before your orgasm was done climaxing, Hoseok came with a curse, pressing himself entirely inside you to spill his cum onto your abused cervix.

In the decrescendo of your orgasm, you found your mind and body unreservedly satisfied.

This man, Jung Hoseok, was a god- in the purest human form. Your entire world was shaken as he panted over you, sweat dripping down both of your bodies. It was no use trying to reason any other way that he had ruined you for any other man on the planet. You had gone through such a dry spell only to be welcomed back by him? You were going to be one spoiled brat if you ever hoped to bed another man again; you knew that, even as a one-night stand, there was no other like him.

With a sore, pulsing body and a slowly calming heart, you watched him as he removed himself from the bed. “Hold onto yourself for a second, will you?” He asked, bringing your hand down to stop his cum from leaking out of your depths. The touch of your fingers on your heat warranted a gasp of oversensitivity, causing him to smirk at you while he got up. He seemed to smile to himself as he mused, “Maybe next time.”

You watched him as he approached a set of doors in the dark, contemplating his words. Next time? My god, yes, please.

Reaching for a towel, you got a divine view of him from the back, perfectly muscular, and plump in the right areas. He looked as if he was sculpted by the Greeks themselves.

You tried to speak but your voice cracked into silence, making you clear your throat to try again. “There’s a next time?”

He turned around quickly with the dark towel in hand, stalking towards you. “If you desire one, that is.”

“Oh! I do very much…” You trailed off as you realized how fast you were to respond to his statement. You grew quiet in embarrassment. “… desire a… next time.” All Hoseok did was grin down at you, eyes flickering to your hold on your core. He was quick to help you clean his essence from your body while he chuckled.

“I guess I made a good impression on you?” He laughed lightly as you laid there, vulnerable and spread out before him in the glow of his aftercare.

“You could say that…” You blushed, turning to look out the window into the night, grateful that it was too dark for him to see the embarrassing flush.

“I hope I satisfied your needs, Y/N. Please tell me if I didn’t.” Hoseok turned serious, lightly placing his fingers on your arm in a feather-light caress so that you would look at him.

“No! No.” You were quick to jump in and assure him. “You were… amazing. The best I’ve ever had, in fact.”

“Really?” He asked whilst tossing the soiled towel to the floor. “And why do you say that?”

You shrunk under his gaze as he laid back in the bed with you, circling his arms around you to roll the two of you over to the side that wasn’t wet with your cum in the sheets. He wasn’t going to kick you out? No. Don’t jump to conclusions. He’s probably just trying to be nice. “Let’s just say that my past escapades were a little less than satisfactory.”

Hoseok sat with his elbow propping him up so that he could look down at you.

“Y/N,” His eyes turned concerned. “When was the last time you had a proper orgasm?”

Stupidly, you replied almost monotonously. “Uh… a few nights ago with my vibra-“

“No. No.” He chuckled, cutting you off. “I meant when was the last time someone else gave you a proper orgasm?”

“Oh, god.” You laughed. You raised your hands to cover your face. “Probably about… ten months ago? Give or take.”

“That explains the brattiness earlier.” He snickered. You only looked at him in confusion.

He looked back at you, waiting for you to understand, but you were only drawing a blank. Hoseok looked down and grimaced in disdain, shaking his head slightly. With his free hand, he placed it on the side of your neck, thumb brushing your cheek delicately. “You haven’t been taken care of, little one. Would you like me to properly take care of you?”

Hoseok began to lightly trace patterns with his thumb while his eyes searched yours for an answer. Gulping, you nodded and breathed the word ‘yes.’ Are we about to go again?

“Good.” He said lowly, ghosting his lips over yours. Oh fuck, we’re going again. Your heartbeat skipped back into the race, accelerating in speed.

As quickly as he leaned into you, he pulled away and stood up. “We’ll start by getting something to eat because I’m hungry as fuck and I didn’t see you eat anything at the ball. What’re we feeling, McDonald’s?”

And good lord. If you weren’t addicted and stupidly in love then, you were now.

~#~

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"Weird Secret Friends" *Chapter 7*

Chapter 6

Chapter 8

I swear you guys I never know where these are gonna go, and then a plot just starts coming out itself. It's...starting to get dark, I won't lie to you. But not like-- super dark, no assault or anything. Just be wary reading this chapter, kay? Especially if you have any addiction issues.

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A few hours later Rafael’s alarm went off, causing you to groan and pull a pillow over your head.

“It’s Saturday,” You whined. “Why do you have an alarm set on a Saturday?!”

“Lo siento, amante,” He leaned over and turned it off, then pulled you closer into him as he nuzzled your neck. “I have to go in today,”

“On a Saturday?!” You repeated yourself.

“It’s what grown ups do, carino,” He chuckled, to which you promptly turned to face him.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” You frowned at him.

“Nothing, amor,” He assured you. “I was only joking,”

“...Were you, though?” You narrowed your eyes.

“You’re not a morning person, are you?” He was still chuckling with a sleepy grin.

“Not when I’m being insulted I’m not!” You now sat up, completely unamused by his flippant remarks.

“Y/N,” He sat up as well, putting a hand on your shoulder and stroking your hair with the other. “I really was joking. You know if we’re going to...spend time together, you should really get used to my snarky sense of humor,”

“Oh should I?” You crossed your arms.

“Yes,” He nodded, his smile never leaving his face.

“....And what exactly do you mean by ‘spending time together’?” You raised an eyebrow.

“...Well, I don’t know, do you really want to label...this, right this second?” He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, now finally reaching an annoyed point.

“...No,” You replied softly while you picked at a loose thread on the comforter.

“Okay, well--” He started to kiss you, but you put a hand over his mouth.

“Uh uh, Romeo,” You shook your head. “If we’re going to ‘spend time together’, you should know I don’t kiss before brushing,”

“Noted,” He chuckled once more as he kissed the top of your forehead. “If you need a label, I think we stick to ‘weird secret friends,’

“Well I don’t know if that applies anymore,” You sighed. “Considering we are no longer secret and I don’t think friends sleep with each other,”

“Well then we’re still weird, are we not?” He pointed out.

“Ha Ha,” You rolled your eyes. “So friend, what am I supposed to do while you’re at work?”

“....Talk to Sonny?” He asked as he got out of the bed.

“Oh, great idea!” You feigned excitement. “I’ll be sure to really twist the knife in his back this time,”

“You’re so dramatic,” He shook his head with a smile. “Just talk to him,”

“There’s no point Rafael,” You objected. “Unless I stop seeing you, he’ll never forgive me,”

“Well first of all, I seriously doubt that’s true,” He disagreed. “And second of all, he’s going to be hurt whether we continue...seeing each other, or not. The bottom line is he’s upset he’ll never be with me,”

“...Does everything just lead back to you, counselor?” You asked him while he began to get dressed.

“Basically,” He teased while pulling on his pants.

“Look, you can call me selfish or arrogant, or cold hearted all you want,” He told you. “But just because you stand there in your moral ivory tower doesn’t mean you don’t feel the same way. You just don’t want to act on them,” He disappeared into his bathroom to brush his teeth.

“I’m sorry, and why is that a bad thing?” You called from his bed, an insulted tone obvious in your voice.

“Because it’s your life, Y/N!” He exclaimed as he reemerged from the bathroom, giving you a serious look. “It’s not mine, it’s not Sonny’s. You don’t have any responsibility for anyone else’s happiness but your own,”

“Well hurting my cousin doesn’t make me happy!”

“And being with me doesn’t either?” He asked with his own hurt tone while he buttoned his dress shirt. Your long pause made him stop and look at you, your head was looking at the floor in shame. “Y/N?”

“....It makes me the happiest I’ve probably been in my entire life,” You admitted, making him grin like a Cheshire cat. He finished buttoning his shirt and then walked backed towards the bed, wrapping you in his arms.

“Back at you, killer,” He pressed his forehead against yours before kissing you long a deep, crawling onto the bed. You began kissing for maybe a minute, then suddenly it dawned on him he still needed to go to work.

“Well, this might be a problem,” He pulled back from you and walked back to his closet now speeding up his routine. He grabbed his tie and began tying it quickly.

“...What is?” You looked at him quizzically.

“You’re clearly a distraction, amante,” He gave you a mischievous grin.

“Well I’ve been called worse,” You shrugged.

“I’m sure you have,” He teased.

“Hey!” You tossed a pillow at him, he dodged it effortlessly.

“Alright killer, I promise I'll be right back,” He grabbed his suit jacket and started to walk out of the bedroom. You trailed behind him, still stark naked.

“You sure you wanna leave all….this?” You presented yourself with an evil smile.

“Oh you are...you are diabolical, woman,” He eyed you up and down, kicking himself for making this meeting today of all days.

“Mmmhmm…” You raised your long leg up until it was right next to your face, reminding him how flexible you were.

“No,” He bit his fist. “No no no, I must go,” He shook his head and bolted out the door. You stared at it, shocked by his immediate departure. How rude! You scoffed and turned to go back to the bedroom to get dressed, just as the door swung open and Rafael rushed in, grabbing your naked body in a heated kiss.

“Okay, now I seriously have to go,” He sighed while taking a mental picture of your perfectly toned body.

“Fine,” You pouted. “See if I’m here when you get back,”

“Oh you better be,” He warned with a cheeky smile, walking back out the door and leaving you alone once again.

You quickly realized you might not have a choice to avoid Sonny, seeing as all you had were your still damp clothes from the night before. You grabbed them and tossed them in Rafael’s dryer while you paced the apartment in the t-shirt and boxers from the night before.

What would you say? What could you say?

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Later that day

You pulled up in front of Sonny’s apartment building and exited your Uber, thanking the driver before she drove away. You sighed and walked up to the stoop, ringing his box. There was a long silence, before you heard a woman’s voice:

“Hello? Sonny’s apartment,”

Who the hell was that?

“Um, yeah hi,” You stammered, completely taken aback by the turn of events. “I-I’m here for Sonny? It’s Y/N, his cousin…”

“Aw shit,” You heard Sonny’s voice muffled, before the buzzing of the door to let you inside. You walked into the building and headed up the stairs towards his apartment. As you reached his floor, you saw a blonde woman bolting out of his door, zooming past you and down the stairs. You looked at her for a moment before turning to stare at Sonny who just stood in the doorway.

“....And who was that?” You asked him curiously.

“Nobody, just a friend,” He dismissed you.

“A friend?” You half laughed. “Must be quite the friend,”

“You’re one to talk, with your stupid sneaky friends BS,” He snarked.

“...Weird secret friends,” You clarified in a small voice.

“Really, Y/N?” He asked you, unamused.

“Okay I’m sorry, you’re right--”

“Did you need something?” He crossed his arms as he leaned on his doorway.

“I um...I wanted to talk…”

“Did you now?”

“....And I need my clothes,” You gestured to the ‘walk of shame’ outfit you were still wearing.

“Ohhhh I see I see,” He nodded with a sarcastic laugh. “You needed your stuff so you can continue the sleepover with the honorable ADA?”

“Sonny--”

“Whatever, Y/N. I don’t wanna hear it. Just-- hold on,” He waved his hands in front of you as he disappeared into his apartment, his door slamming in your face. Soon he reappeared with your bag in tow, shoving it in your hands.

“There ya go, enjoy your weekend,” He started to shut the door but you put your foot in it.

“Sonny I’m not leaving until you hear me out,”

“...Fine,” He sighed and opened the door wider, letting you enter. You walked past him and sat on his couch. He walked to the couch and grabbed two beers, handing one to you as he sat on his armchair next to you.

“I um--” You started to say something, but you really needed it right now. Unfortunately, Sonny quickly realized his mistake and took yours back.

"Sorry, I forgot Sunshine," He apologized and grabbed a soda bottle from the fridge this time, and handed it to you.

“So,” He twisted the cap off his beer and took several big gulps, dreading this conversation already. “Talk,”

“Oh,” You hadn’t expected that. You hadn’t even expected to get in the door, let alone having to make some kind of speech.

Sonny knew that look in your eyes, the same look you had when you had forgotten the words to your song in your middle school talent show.

“Seriously, Y/N?” He shook his head with another sarcastic laugh. “You didn’t have anything prepared to say?”

“Well!” You took another swig of your soda

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” “You just show up here, chase off Amanda, and--”

“Amanda?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“Irrelevant, Sunshine,”

“Right…”

“And you don’t even have a defense ready for your boyfriend?” He finished his thought.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” You objected.

“Damn straight he’s not!” He agreed.

“....What is that supposed to mean?” You narrowed your eyes.

“Let me ask you something, Sunshine,” He put down his beer. “You slept together last night, right?”

“...Yeah,” You answered cautiously.

“And then this morning-- tell me, what did he do?”

“...Well he had to go into work," You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear nervously. You didn’t like where this was going.

"Uh huh" Sonny nodded with a smile.

“He DID” You insisted.

“Right, and did you guys even discuss what happens now?” He kept questioning you.

“Wha? We're not teenagers Sonny,” You rolled your eyes as you took bigger sips of your soda, wishing it was harder stuff. You didn’t like this at all.

“But you're not wondering? At All?”

“….We decided not to label it right now,” You answered softly, looking at the floor. You didn’t know why you were suddenly so nervous about that answer. Weren’t you the one who didn’t want to label it yet?

“Did you decide it or did he decide that?” Sonny read your mind, freaking you out even more.

“What are you doing?” You slammed the bottle on the table. You're upset I "stole" Rafael from you so now you're trying to get in my head?”

“No!” He protested. “But I know how he is, sunshine. I didn't want you involved with him solely because I...have a thing for him, he said the last uncomfortably. It's because I know how...frivolous he can be with relationships,”

“Oh my god,” You rolled your eyes with a laugh. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“I’m not fucking with you, sunshine!” He slammed his empty beer on the table angrily. “I’m serious,”

“Oh I’m sure you’re serious,” You nodded, still keeping your sarcastic tone.

“Look Sunshine,” He put a hand on your knee while lowering his voice to a softer, caring tone. “You can make excuses all you want. But I think you know me better than that. I wouldn’t tell you anything I didn’t explicitly believe,”

“...Yeah, I know,” You nodded in agreement, knowing he was right. He always looked out for your best interest, ever since you were a kid.

“So...will you at least think about what I’m saying?”

“What are you saying, Sonny?”

“I’m saying be careful, Sunshine,” He looked at you earnestly. “He can get bored very easy, and very fast,”

You thought to yourself that he couldn’t get tired of the ‘best sex of his life’ that quickly, but you’d never say that out loud to Sonny. Not unless you wanted him to have an aneurysm right in front of you. But then again, would you want him to want you around just for the sex, right?

“...I gotta go Son,” You glanced at your phone. “I promised him I’d be waiting for him when he gets home,”

“Seriously?” Sonny shook his head with yet another sarcastic laugh. “Damn Sunshine, you let him start working you fast,”

“Shut up,” You muttered uneasily as you got up from the couch and started to head out.

“Sunshine, one more thing,” He followed you to the door, you paused in the doorway to listen.

“Yes, Sonny?”

“...You know you always have a place here,” He gave you a big hug, you had missed this. You hugged him back tightly before pulling back and giving him a sincere smile.

“I know, Son,” You kissed him on the cheek and then began walking down the hall as he shut the door behind you.

He was just being his overprotective self….right?

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It was around eight that Rafael finally came back to the apartment. He found you stewing on the couch, half of his good vodka was gone.

“Uh….honey, I’m home?” He asked warily.

“Oh, are you?” You rolled your eyes, not bothering to get up,

“...What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me?” You scoffed. “What happened to “I’ll be right back?”

“...Stuff came up,” He mumbled.

“Seriously?” You half laughed. “Sonny was right,”

“Excuse me?” He took off his jacket and hung it up.

“I went to go get my stuff from Sonny’s,” You gestured to your own clothes you now had on. “And he told me to be careful with you,”

“Careful with me?” He laughed. “Like I’m breakable?”

“No!” You stood up. “Like you break other people,”

“Oh come on Y/N,” He rolled his eyes as he met you halfway in the living room. “Doesn’t that just sound like something he’d say to deter you from me?”

“He wasn’t saying it like that, Rafael,” You shook your head and crossed your arms. “He’s looking out for me, like he always has,”

“And what else did he say?” He eyed you suspiciously.

“He said…” You looked up at the ceiling. It was starting to swirl a bit, you rocked back and forth. Rafael noticed and quickly put both hands on your shoulders, knocking you from your daze.

“Y/N!” He cried as he led you back to the couch and sat you down. “Jesus, is this what you do when you’re upset?”

“...No,” You lied. You were in no shape and nowhere near close enough to him to start revealing dark secrets about yourself. You really should have thought that through. You had to recover from this, you didn’t want him to know.

“Are you sure about that?” He raised a questionable eyebrow, not believing you for a second.

“...This isn’t about me, this is about how you get bored of women-- and men, I assume,”

“What?” He blinked in confusion. “Is that what Carisi said?”

“Maybe,” You grabbed the glass of vodka and started to sip it, but Barba snatched it out of your hand.

“I think you’ve had enough of that,” He told you, his concern growing more by the second the more he looked at you.

“Great,” You muttered, focusing on the TV.

“Hey, Hey!” Rafael snapped at you. “We’re not done talking,”

“Alright, fine,” You turned off the TV. “You wanna talk? Tell me about the t-shirt,”

“...I’m not having this conversation with you when you’re like this,” He shook his head and stood up to go to his bedroom.

“You’re the one who said you wanted to talk, Rafael!” You threw your hands up. “So let’s talk about it-- or even better, let’s talk about the drawer full of girl’s clothes you have,”

“You went through my drawers?!” He snapped. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“Are they mementos? Gifts? Trophies?” You stood up, wobbling towards him.

“Trophies?” He scoffed while putting his hands over his face in frustration. “God dammit Y/N...I…”

“You what?” You crossed your arms, steadying yourself.

“I can't deal with...this,” He gestured to you.

“With what?” You suddenly felt a wave of dread. You’d seen that look before. Many, many times. From many, many people.

“With THIS, with YOU,” He walked up to you and walked you back to the couch.

“You’re clearly more fucked up than I thought, and I-- I can’t be your emotional support fuck buddy,” He went on as he grabbed a pillow and blanket from a closet.

“Wow...wow,” You felt tears choking your throat. “So that’s what I am, a fuck buddy?”

“I don’t--- I don’t know,” He rubbed his face, sitting down on the couch next to you.

“Really? Because twelve hours ago you were sitting here and telling me that- that I meant something to you,” You started to cry.

“You do!” He put a hand to your face. “You...you do, I just…” He looked at your sorry state. “I don’t know what to do with you,” Rafael was kicking himself for getting you both in this mess; he wasn’t equipped to deal with someone so unstable. Maybe it was a one time thing, a fluke.

“Look just-- just sleep it off and we’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay?”

“I don’t…” You whimpered. “I don’t want to,”

“Well, we have to talk about it--”

“No,” You stopped him. “I don’t want to sleep it off in here, alone,” You gestured to the couch, the bed he clearly had made for you to sleep in.

“I…” He sighed, finally conceding and picking you up to carry you to his bed.

“Alright baby, alright,” He placed you on his bed and laid down next to you until you fell asleep, then he got up and went into the living room, kicking a pillow across the floor in rage and upset, falling against the wall with his head in between his knees.

What the fuck did he get himself into?

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lilyrachelcassidy · 3 years

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same anon again! and totally cool with the last request :) So I popped up with a new one. Same thing daphne x reader using 15 and/or 47 from the prompt list! (preferably daphne asking out reader but anything’s cool) :))

A/N: Hi lovely anon... You're the sweetest <3 I really think you might be my official fav person rn :D And yes, yes, I'm super happy to see you again in my inbox and... oh boy, I love Daphne x Reader so much. Here you go with with the requests you asked for :)

Warnings: Might add but I consider both of those works as children-friendly lol (maybe some alcohol but that's pretty much it)...

15: “Just tell her that.” / “Such a pep talk…”

"Pansy?"

You burst into the Slytherin common room with as much energy as your legs could carry you with at the late hour as it was. Exactly, 1 am, if to be radically precise. But getting acquainted with Pansy's strange late-night habits for over seven years, you knew you could find her sprawling over the large lounge, still awake, with the Firewhisky drink in her hand per usual.

As presumed, you were right -- she was sitting, still fully dressed in her school robes and staring aloof at the fireplace, drifting more in her perplexing thoughts than she would want to. Hearing your sleepy voice, however, made her tilt her head and glance at you, standing in your emerald-green pajamas, at the entrance of the stairs to the girls' room.

She smirked. "Insomnia playing over?" she asked, teasingly, her sparkling eyes locking with your fluttery ones.

"No," you answered carefully before covering your mouth from a yawn to which Pansy's smirk widened. You flopped tiredly on the sofa, next to her and laid your head instinctively on her shoulder. "There's something I wanted to talk with you about."

"That's why you got out of bed? To talk to me about something you could do as well in the morning but without bothering your pretty face?" she asked, and though you couldn't see her face, you imagined she was frowning in incomprehension.

"Well..." you drawled, already partly regretting you had decided to come over with such a sensitive issue to her. "It's the only time Daphne is not around."

"Oh...Is that--" Pansy gasped in enthusiasm, throwing your head off of her to which you reacted with a small moan of pain, to look directly into your face. "Are you going to finally admit you're so madly in love with her and that you drool at her every time she doesn't look?"

Well, that was straightforward...

"W-what?" you sputtered out, trying to make sense of what you wanted to express. But dealing suddenly with too much confusion and surprise, you found it to be a challenging task to perform. "How would you know? I've never told anyone!"

At the raised, almost frantic tone of your voice, Pansy grinned, probably satisfied with the fact she dared to shock you. "You are the worst player in this puppy-love game if you haven't noticed yet," she said, arching her eyebrows. "It's almost hard to miss you staring at her in the classrooms or... I don't know... even when you talk to her, smiling like mad. Only concerns are for Daphne, who seems to be totally oblivious to that."

"You think? I mean, hasn't she noticed? Did she s--"

"No," Pansy interrupted you intentionally, rolling her eyes. "I think she has other doubts than that. Besides... it's also she who attempts to hide her goo-goo eyes from you."

You frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Ughh... She has a crush on you too! Happy?"

"No, she does no--"

"Of course she does, you unheeding dolt! One time, I even caught her scribbling your name in her notebook with small hearts around. What do you think it means?"

"I--" Momentarily speechless, you dropped your gaze to the hands and unconsciously started playing with your fingers. "I don't know what to say..."

"Just tell her that." Pansy shrugged, finding the simplest solution in everything while eloquently sipping her drink. "It's a normal thing to do. Go over to her during lunchtime and talk to her. Confess."

You huffed, suddenly feeling a stream of sarcasm dancing on your tongue. "Oh, really? Such a pep talk, you know... Thanks, Pans."

She nudged you with her elbow. "C'mon. You've wasted plenty of time daydreaming about her. It's a moment to take up action. Tomorrow, it's your round, or otherwise, it might pass."

Sighing, you peeked at her with seriousness. "I don't know about that."

"Then you'll never know," she commented aptly, and you knew she made her point. "I realize it might be confusing. But hey, no matter what happens, I'll be always there for you. Remember?"

"Remember," you repeated, somehow feeling more confident than you had been ten minutes ago.

XOXOXO

47. “Are you asking if I’m a single?” / “Okay… I-I will.”

The party night was... disastrous, to say at least.

And you really didn't want to be here. But all thanks to your best friend, Susan, who was definitely a go-go type of a person and had been insistently persuading you to get out with her ("This'd be so fun, Y/N!" said she with already a little too drunk tone), by now you were being pushed in the crowd of inebriated people, soaking in sweat due to the heated breaths that were puffing and blowing at your neck from all around. Making your best attempts to push your way, conflict-less, to some less teeming space, you met with a failure by being shoved to your previous position by someone's hips from behind and a loud 'Watch it!'.

Frustration and exasperation accumulated in you, and you felt truly flustered with a situation. As it turned out, flustered enough to provoke the combative self you hadn't known existed in you, to start jostling everyone around to move away from your path to freedom. It required a few angry 'ouches' and curses sent towards you, but finally...Finally, you succeeded in getting away from the bustle and a disgusting odor of sweat that hurt your nostrils just too much.

"Double Scotch, please," you said breathlessly to the bartender as you had reached the bar and casually leaned over the counter. "Triple if needed. Make it extra strong."

The bartender nodded merely, giving you a perfunctory smile, before taking care of your order by grasping some liquor from the shelf and pouring it professionally into the glass. Too distracted with exhaustion from too loud music and screeches from the crowd singing along the songs' lyrics, you hadn't even noticed a blonde girl with a glint of explicit interest in her eyes staring at you. Well, not until...

"Is it a way of dealing with the party?" the girl asked, smiling. "Or are you trying to forget you're here?"

"Both, I guess." You laughed, turning your head to behold a nice-looking gal who was casually sipping her Mohito drink. A really nice-looking, actually. Her hair was laid in the smooth curls on her broad shoulder, emphasizing her soft facial features and shiny, blue eyes. Dressed in the tight gleaming-black dress with the heals lengthening her legs, she looked more than appealing. "I was forced by a friend to come. Not my intention."

"Tell me about it," muttering under her breath, she playfully rolled her eyes and smirked suggestively. Then with an outstretched hand, she proffered you an inviting smile and introduced herself, "I'm Daphne."

You took a hand invitation, shaking in lightly and reciprocating a smile. "Y/N."

"So, you came here with a friend?" the girl, now as you knew Daphne, asked you with an arousing curiosity. "Or girlfriend, or boyfriend?"

Alcohol being the best solution for straightforwardness as it was, forced you to express your first-moment thought without any earlier contemplation. "Are you asking if I'm single?" You took a gulp of your drink and squinted suddenly at the realization of your words. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that! It's just--"

"It's okay, I'm aware of the after-alcohol effects," Daphne soothed you down and tried her best to hide her pre-momentary shock from her face, though you could still detect it.

You fucking idiot!

"Yeah, I've come here with my roommate. She loves parties and said it would be a crime to miss one, especially on Friday night," you answered her question, attempting to get slickly out of your faux pas.

Smiling, forgetting about your little confusion, and ignoring the noise from the background, you chatted, relishing each other's company and treating it as a make-up for ruined Friday plans, fault laying on both of your friends' sides. How much time had passed while you were sitting there, taking the next rounds from the bartender and goggling at each other you didn't know, but one thing was sure -- you both definitely enjoyed it.

The things came, however, to the end as soon as Susan, plastered as you had never seen her before, approached you in a stumbling manner. She was giggling like mad, which clearly indicated one thing -- it's about time to export her back to the house.

"What the heck?! It's not a funeral, peach. Come dance with me!" she screamed as if she was on the opposite side of the room, putting her arms around your shoulder and dangling on you to keep her balance. "Cooooommmmee..."

"No," you shot back, also drunk but much less than her, which made you take responsibility in your hands. Instead of looking at Susan, however, you glanced at Daphne apologetically. "We're calling a cab."

"But, I--"

"Shut it," you said, a little angry with her intoxicated state but yourself having a bit of a problem creating a coherent sentence. "The party is over. We're- are go-ing home."

Susan made a small groan but said nothing, to which you were very thankful because you wanted to end the conversation with Daphne. The sudden influx of bravery had overtaken, and you asked her to hand over her phone. So she compliantly did, and you tapped your phone number on the screen, saving it on the contacts list before handing it back to the proper owner.

"I'm sorry it turned out that way. In these circumstances," you apologized to Daphne, the weight on your arm becoming gradually heavier as your friend wriggled in her place, still grasping your shoulder like to necessary sanity. "It was nice meeting you."

Daphne smiled at that. "You too. Good luck with..." She didn't finish her sentence, but you concluded she was referring to the little situation with drunken Susan.

"Thanks. Oh, and..." You suddenly changed the timbre of your voice to a little deeper one, almost exigent actually. "...don't forget to call me."

A coy smile spread on Daphne's lips, and she said, more in the murmur than a normal tone, "Okay...I-I will..."

And then, you were strolling away, satisfied with how your Friday turned out, much less lame than you had initially assumed.

Maybe the party wasn't such a bad idea after all.

XOXOXOXO

A/N: I enjoyed writing those actually. These had to be drabbles but somehow turned out to be full-length one-shots. But no fault of mine; these were just my hands doing most of the job! I'm taking a break to spend some quality time with my friends (yes, it's me bragging I have a private life lol), and I'm sitting at my computer to write the next goodie :) See ya in some time!

Btw, as I've counted (via my computer) it's almost 2k words. What's wrong?!

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nedxwynert · 3 years

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The Happy Dance (Jacob Frye x Reader)

Character(s): Jacob and Reader

Word count: 876

Warnings: None

Summary: Female reader, doesn’t want to wake up but when she does it was a big surprise.

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How is this possible?! All this bloody time and it comes to this?! Ever since you joined the Rooks you had this big disaster of a crush on Jacob who was the leader of the gang....but sometimes you just wanna hit him but you knew how to calm yourself down. You and some other members were getting trained by Jacob, learning how to fight and block punches but you had a little bit of a trouble and whenever he would kick you and make you trip and fall on your arse, he would just laugh like it was some sort of amusement to him. But of course he wouldn’t really apologies but make a bit of a ‘date’ and have a cup of tea with you (well you have the warm tea and he was his normal whiskey all the time). Yet somewhere you can sense a softer side to this buff gang leader but hell, like you were to ever see that.

One bright tiring morning, the sun beaming through your bedroom curtains, the birds chirping, and the morning sounds of London began to grow louder of all the hooves clopping on the stone tile streets, the carriages rolling around behind the horses, the sound of people talking, and of course the bloody noisy train and its loud whistles. But this morning was just a tad bit quieter and you mention to sleep in just a little longer but when you rolled over to your back, a loud sniffling and panting was close to your face...a....a dog? Your eyes slowly open and indeed it was a dog. A small white curly haired dog was super close to your face. How the hell did it get in here?

Bleck!

Dog breath filled your nose by the little mutt as it was incredibly disgusting and almost wanted to make you puke by its nasty breath. “Time to get up novice!” Wait a minute...is that...oh no.

“Jacob...five more minutes,” you said sleepy, rolling over with a groan and pulled the covers over your head. The feeling of your warm breath and body heat filled under the bed covers, making your skin sweat and become sticky like oil to both the bed covers and your little clothing..

“Oh no you don’t. Time to get up!” You felt his strong hands pull back the covers of your bed, climbing on top of you with your hands pinned to the bed. What the hell was he doing? Slowly your face flushed in a darkness of red which was indeed you blushing. You had such the urge to take your hand and rub your thumb of his sideburns and kiss him but why would you kiss him when he probably wouldn’t even like it. His handsome face leaned into yours slowly having your heartbeat faster. Is….is he gonna kiss you? He came to a stop with your lips inches away and your noses brushing a little against each other. “Now you will get up and out of bed or....I will have to stay here like this until you say to me that you will get up.” God his eyes are so beautiful! You couldn’t really know what he was saying but caught a little of it and...my goodness he really needs a mint. The smell of his whiskey breath and what also seems to be...garlic? Whatever it was his breath smelled and he knew about it, now letting you know about it real good enough. Soon you could feel your stomach began to turn and your hands moving a little, not wanting to puke in front of him which would totally embarrass the hell out of you so you spoke up quickly.

“Okay! I’ll get up! Just get off...and take a bloody mint.”

“That was easier than I thought.”His face remained to be quite serious and not at all did you ever see him smile and never saw one of him smiling at you but once he got out of your bed and off of you...a small smile? You couldn’t believe your eyes. Quickly you pinched your right arm and flinched. Yep, this indeed wasn’t a dream.

“Wait wait wait….have I entered an alternate universe or did you just crack a smile for me?” You spoke softly, making him stop in the doorway, turning to you slowly but just his head. You sat there in your bed, holding the covers to your chest to cover your body from him seeing it since you were half naked under the covers. Patiently you waited for him to reply and what seemed to be forever.

“Get dressed. We have a big day ahead of ourselves.” His face turned away and walked out, yet you knew you saw it. All of this time of him giving you crap and he now finally had the will to crack a smile when he thought you wouldn’t pay attention. Sitting there in your warm bed you slowly laid back down and stared at the ceiling, and yet...you began to smile and break into your happy dance.

“You better be out of bed!”

“I am!” You lied, giggling then smile more and squealed in happiness.

#jacob frye #assassin's creed #assassin's creed syndicate #jacob frye x reader #reader #fanfic #video games #old fanfic

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xmyshya · 3 years

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Shoved it: chapter IV - Boardslide

summary: You don’t like skaters. They’re unruly, misbehaved and rude. But this one encounter just might change your view. genre: fluff warnings: tooth-rotting fluff (seriously, make a dentist appointment), slow burn, mutual pining betas: @vanille–kiss you have no idea how much I love you and how grateful I am for everything that you do for me a/n: Written for ANILYSIUM (former HQHQ) Server Collab with the prompt “Meet Ugly”. Check the event’s masterlist here! series navi: masterlist | previous | next wc: 1.5k

Maybe he shouldn’t have left like this, maybe he should have woken you up and told you to rest, or maybe he shouldn’t care at all, you were not even friends after all. The borrowed clothes he carries in his bag must weigh a ton, a slump of his shoulder more evident than ever.

Rin doesn’t really expect anything; he drags his feet to the bus, to the school building, through the halls, telling himself it’s not the tingling sensation on his hand where you touched him yesterday that kept him up all night.

He must be delirious from exhaustion, because he keeps hearing your voice calling his name - something you’ve never done, and most probably never will. But it’s a lunch break, and if he’s quick enough, he might have some time left for a nap. If those idiot twins let him, at least.

“Suna!” There’s a pull on his sleeve. “I finally caught you!”

You’re bent in half in front of him, hands on your knees and panting. But when you straighten up, he swears your smile is brighter than sunshine.

“Wow, even when you’re this sleepy, you sure walk fast! Must be because of your long legs!”

Is it that obvious that he’s so tired? Are you really talking to him right now, or is it just a somnolent illusion?

“Listen, I wanted to thank you. And apologise.”

“What for?”

“Thanks or apology?”

“Both.” His teasing smirk is back on his lips.

“Thank you for yesterday. For the food, for cleaning, for the blanket,” you blush at those words, “and for the note, too. And I’m sorry, because I wasn’t fair to you. I judged you before getting to know you.”

You’re not looking at him, your eyes directed at your feet, fingers fiddling with the hem of your jacket. God, you’re so adorable right now. Against his own will, as if his body knew better, Rintarou puts his palm on top of your head.

“Don’t mention it.”

“Hey, uhm… You want to eat together?”

It feels weird not being pursued. You’ve passed Suna a few times in the halls, but he didn’t seem to notice you. Not even once. He didn’t even react to his name, and at this point you’re ready to give up. Don’t, your mind tells you. Keep trying.

At last, by some miracle, you catch him alone at a lunch break. Even though the drag of his feet is obvious, the strides he makes are long enough to give you trouble catching up. It only succeeds when you jog a little, but it leaves you breathless. Wow, your form is really embarrassing.

So in the end he isn’t mad at you, he isn’t tired of you, he’s just… spaced out. The thought makes you giddy and you can’t help the words flowing off your tongue. All of a sudden you feel shy, images from the last evening flashing in your mind, and your face is on fire. You can’t look him in the eyes.

But Rintarou doesn’t seem to mind, there’s a lighthearted tone in his voice when he responds and he even pats your head. Wait, what? He’s already gone from your sight when you come to your senses, but still close enough to hear you.

“Hey, uhm… You want to eat together?”

Shit, shit, shit, shit, why? Why did you say that? Suna freezes and looks back at you, blinks once, then twice, and smiles.

“Yeah, sure.”

***

Since then you’ve been keeping each other company at lunch from time to time. Most often you still eat in your friends’ group, but there are days with just the two of you, and these are your favourites. You sit in a comfortable silence on a schoolyard, either on one of the benches or on the grass under a tree.

Today however, you’re accompanied by Suna’s friends, the infamous twins, and it’s far from peaceful. They appeared out of nowhere, driven by curiosity of their friend’s whereabouts, not expecting the reason to be… a girl. The blond one seems to be particularly amused, and can’t keep his mouth shut.

“Oh? All alone in here? Just the two of you?”

Your embarrassment only instigates the other one.

“Hmm? Do you do this often?”

Brothers burst into laughter at the sight of Suna’s betrayed expression. They join without asking, making themselves comfortable in the shade of a tree. It’s loud, twins’ banter never ends, but you don’t mind. It’s refreshing and entertaining, and soon enough you laugh your head off at their antics.

“Oh, btw Sunarin,” Atsumu the ever enthusiastic one pipes up, “what was that super cool trick ya did recently?”

“Eh? You mean tre?”

“Yeah! Yeah! Can ya show me?”

His eyes blazed like fireworks, and Rin knows there is no way for him to weasel out of this.

“Can I… Can I tag along?”

All three snap their heads in your direction.

***

You’re gathered in a shady alley in a park - you on the bench, boys on the pathway. They’re warming up, just riding back and forth and then repeating some basics (as they tell you, because for you it all looks impressive) over and over, until they feel confident enough to move on.

At first Atsumu asks Suna to show the thing again, so he does, doing something with his feet as he jumps, and the board spins around before Rin lands on it. You have no idea what’s just happened, you have no idea how that happened, all you know is that it looked amazing.

Rin sees your eyes widen and freaks out. You’re watching him. You’re watching him. You’re going to witness his every move, every success, every fail, and he can’t help but feel frustrated. What if you think he’s lame? What if you laugh? What if you… Why does he even care?

“Okay guys,” he shifts his focus elsewhere, “so first you need your feet like this, focus on the one in the back. Pressure on toes, scooping position. Then you need to pop and shove the board with your backfoot. And you need to flick your ankle, too.”

The twins proceed to try, time after time, fail after fail. He just wants to sit next to you, leave those idiots behind instead of babysitting them. Maybe that’s exactly what he should do, maybe that’s what he’s going to do.

“Tired already?”

You ask Suna as he plops down next to you and hums in response. His feet are still on the board, rolling it mindlessly under the bench, and even though he still wears his usual disinterested expression, his eyes are sharply focused on the other two boys. Sometimes the corner of his lips curls up in a lopsided smirk, and eyes glint in amusement when one of them fails particularly hard.

“Yo, Romeo, some tips maybe?”

Atsumu’s frustrated groan brings your attention back to them and their attempts. His brother is doing better than him, and the blond hates losing. Especially to him. You blush furiously at the nickname.

“Nah, figure it out yourself.”

Suna looks bored for a moment, watching his friend fuming with offense, but then he laughs.

“You gotta stick your toes more out of the edge. And shift your weight to the back.”

Osamu gets it first. Few more landed tries and he joins you on the bench, stretching out his long legs. Atsumu still tries. And tries. And tries. Until it’s time for you to head home and boys insist on walking you to the bus stop.

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Today you’ve been unusually quiet. He knows that you don’t talk much, just like him, but today you seem to be lost in thoughts. Rin’s been keeping an eye on you throughout the day, watching your spaced out expression every time your face flashed among the students.

He’s worried - is it something he did? Maybe he should apologise just in case, but skimming through your conversations earlier, he can’t find anything. It’s also not like you seemed to be mad at him, never avoiding his presence, so perhaps he wasn’t the reason.

Maybe you’re facing a problem and trying to find a solution, but would you consider it overstepping if he offered help? He doesn’t want to pry if it’s personal, doesn’t want to poke his nose in your family affairs, doesn’t want to meddle if it’s about a crush.

So for now Rintarou just stays close, hoping that his presence would convey whatever his words can’t. He’s there for you even now, walking with you to the bus stop, and maybe it’s been working because you finally speak.

“Hey, Suna?”

“Hmm?”

Then come the words he thought he’d never hear from you.

“Would you… Teach me how to skate?”

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froggy-frogz · 3 years

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Sick!Avengers x Reader

A/N: I wanted to do something for everyone that's following me because I see that a whole bunch of people are following me and, it means a whole lot! So, here is my little project for everyone! I'll be including; Thor, Loki [cause why not :)], Steve, Bucky, Bruce, Natasha, Peter, and Sam!

-Sick Thor -

+ When Thor's sick, he thinks he's dying, and he needs constant attention.

+ This man is unaccustomed to getting sick, so he probably thinks he's dying.

+He won't want you near him, so it will take you a few hours to convince him to let you help him.

+ When he finally caves, you bring him soup and have him sit up so you can feed him.

+ Thor protests against this.

+ "The God of Thunder does not need any help to eat soup,"

+ You still feed him the soup.

+ Once he's feed, and you set the bowl aside, you're instantly in his bed.

+ You coddle him in any way you can; running your hands through his hair, massaging his shoulders, peppering kisses on his face.

+ He protests again, but once you assure him that you aren't moving from your spot, he quickly shuts up.

+ If you play with his hair for too long, it will knock Thor out, and well, sick Thor sleeps for hours on end.

+ You can't help but take pictures of the sleepy God.

+ Once you're sleepy enough, you join him in the realm of the unconscious

- Sick Loki -

+ Unlike his brother, Loki will demand that you take care of him, but in his own 'nice' way of asking.

+ He likes being pampered by his s/o, it makes the sickly God secretly happy whenever he does get sick from time to time because he knows you will pamper him to the best of your extent.

+ Loki however, will insist that you don't kiss him on the lips so the risk of you also getting sick will lessen.

+ To be honest, you won't be leaving his side for the entire time he's sick unless it's a bathroom break.

+ Is either of you hungry? Loki will magick some food for you. Do you want to watch some TV? He'll flick it on to your favorite show.

+ The truth is, he just wants you to hold him until he gets better, he thrives in all the attention you give him.

+ He does understand if you need a break from his clingy ass, but once you're back in his bed, you better bet that he's going to be holding onto you.

+ If you get sick because of him, Loki is going to make sure that you 1000% more attention than you gave him, and that seems like it'd be hard to beat, but not for Loki.

-- Sick Steve -

+ Thanks to that super-soldier serum, Steve hardly ever gets sick.

+ But when he does, it doesn't take long for him to get better.

+ When you insist that you take care of him, Steve is going to protest.

+ "[Y/n], I'll only be sick for a day or two, I'll be fine, plus, I don't want you to get sick too."

+ He caves when you won't move from his room, and he's too weak [funny, isn't it, picture a Captain American who can't even get out of bed because of how sickly he is] to try to get you out of his room.

+ He won't let you cuddle him for a few minutes until you pout enough that his heart tugs and he opens his arms for you to climb in next to him.

+ Honestly, it's just going to be cuddles, cuddles, cuddles until Steve gets better.

+ He promises once he gets better that you're going to get a special breakfast in bed for taking care of him.

+ What can I say, Steve is a gentleman, and he wants to show you that he's grateful for you.

+ When Steve falls into a deep sleep, you can't help but 'awe' at how cute he is.

+ Despite his pale face, and the sickly red tint to his cheeks, he's still as adorable as ever.

+ After a day or two of lots of sleep and soup, Steve is good as new, and oh boy, that breakfast in bed was worth getting sick from him.

- Bucky - + I see Bucky as wanting to be babied when he gets sick.

+ Honestly, this poor baby has been through so much, that when he's in such a helpless state, he only wants to be held by you.

+ Like Steve, Bucky doesn't tend to get sick, so when he does, make the best of it, because it's a side of him you won't get to see often.

+ He's going to be in such a sickly state, that he's going to be a bit hazy, so he's going to be telling you how much he's grateful and just how much he loves you /a lot/.

+ "[Y/n]?" "Yes?" "Did I tell you how much I love you?" "Yes, many times now babe."

+ Honestly, this is the only time that Bucky acts his age.

+ He's an "old man", and when he's sick, he really does act like it.

+ You're going to fetch everything and anything he needs.

+ Food, TV, a magazine, water, ibuprofen, basically everything.

+ When he finally gets better, and if you get sick, he will feel so bad.

+ This man will apologize again and again.

+ You will laugh and insist it's okay, and tell him that he can make it up if he takes care of you.

+ And, oh boy, does he.

- Bruce -

+ Bruce is going to be the toughest to convince to let you into his room when he's sick.

+ He gets sick now and then, but he is used to it.

+ He doesn't want to get you hurt, he is just so worried about hurting you.

+ He doesn't want to accidentally turn into the "other guy" because when he's sick, he has a looser hold on turning into Hulk.

+ It does take a while, but you finally convince him-

+ "[Y/n]- if I turn into him-" "Bruce, you aren't going to."

+ You'll read to him, as you cuddle up to him.

+ It helps him fall asleep.

+ When he falls asleep, you make food for him, as he probably hasn't eaten the entire he's been sick.

+ Bruce will make you shower after every day that you spend with him when he's sick, just to make sure that you can wash his sick germs off of you.

+ He won't let you sleep with him, that's where he'll put his foot down.

+ Not because he doesn't love you or trust you enough, but because he doesn't want you to catch whatever he's got.

+ When he gets over his sickness, he will tell you how grateful he is, with flowers, chocolates, or anything he can muster/think of.

- Natasha -

+ Natasha is a lot more laid back when she's sick.

+ She has no problem feeding herself, sleeping all day, watching movies all-day-

+ Hell, she sees a vacation from work.

+ However, she'll tell the other Avengers and Fury that you won't be working until she's better again.

+ Again, she just wants an excuse for you and her to spend some quality time together.

+ She's not clingy when she's sick, but if you want to cuddle and watch stupid rom-coms and laugh at them with her, she is very down for that.

+ Natasha is, again, going to be a lot less low strung than the others. She says if you get sick then she'll take care of you-

+ Sleeping with a sick Natasha is a fun thing in and of itself.

+ I see her getting cold when she gets sick so be prepared for her to either, hog all the blankets or, have to steal all the blankets in the Stark Tower.

+ When she's all better, she's going to plan something romantic, like a date, something small to show how much she loves you

- Peter -

+ Peter's going to want you over when he's sick, and well, could you say no to him?

+ He won't force you to stay, but he will ask if you want to sleepover.

+ Aunt May is fine with it too, she's just glad that she won't have to take care of + Peter full time, and if you don't mind, she'll even have you bring Peter's favorite fast food over.

+ Peter's clingy when he's sick.

+ He only wants to be held or hold you.

+ When he's sick, and thanks to his spidey senses, and his superpower, he doesn't get sick that often, he sleeps, a lot.

+ Like this boy will sleep all day.

+ Not that you don't mind, you got a free day off of school/work just to take care of him and that's what you're going to do.

+ You'll probably get sick, and Peter will return the favor in a heartbeat.

+ He'll get you anything you want because he loves you that much.

- Sam -

[I wanted to include him, I don't see too many fanfics for Sam :( ] + When Sam's sick, he's a lot like Bruce.

+ “Babe, it's not a big deal, just give me a day and I can get over this cold." "Sam- for heaven's sake let me take care of you-"

+ It'll take you a good hour or two of begging for him to finally cave.

+ He's not much different from when he's sick and from when he's not sick.

+Sam does get hungry though, really hungry.

+ I mean, he's laying down all day.

+ He will beg that you go get his favorite food for him.

+When you do, he'll give you a slick, snotty kiss on the cheek.

+ [It's a real mystery on how you got sick-]

+ Bucky is going to pop in just to tease him, and Sam loses his shit.

+ You have to kick Bucky out, for everyone's sanity.

+ Sam gets over his sickness, as promised, really quickly.

+ He does feel bad but not too bad that he got you sick.

+ "I told you so."

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