#SWIPE TO TEXT THAT IS N O T WHAT I WANTED!!!!!!!!!!!

[innalheid]

please can we bring back the early 2000s trend of everybody making escape/point-and-click games im so serious. Im running out of games to pLAY

[shadybiotics]

How abt the 3 omnics again(Zen,Max and Ram), with a s/o that when they were away for like idk business for some hours and said s/o sends them a picture of themselves in lingeri but won't answer after that on any of the omnics texts? 🙇‍♀️

(All seperate)

Zenyatta, Maximilien & Ramattra x Reader [NSFW]

Prompt: You send a pic of yourself in lingerie while away and don't pick up your phone afterwards.

▸ z e n y a t t a

He would most likely open the message on the way back from the grocery store, bags in hand full of ingredients he would later use to cook you a welcome back meal. He swiped his phone open and with the instant shock of an unsuspecting nude -almost making him drop his bags- so came an instant boner.

Nervous that someone might notice, Zenyatta would run to a nearby public restroom and lock himself in one of the stalls to deal with his 'problem', all while trying desperately to call you back again and again, almost dropping his phone in the process.

One hand on his phone and the other in his pants, trying to stifle his whimpery moans. When calling you didnt work he turned to messy texting, spamming you with repeating "please answer" messages that never saw a response.

Maybe you couldn't talk at the moment, maybe you were busy he thought to himself, trying to hold onto hope of you answering very soon and giving him the satisfaction of hearing your voice.

During the desperate attempts at getting your attention Zenyatta continued rubbing his dick, his strokes becoming faster and faster as his impatience grew. His hips began shakily bucking into his hand, imagining that that was you riding him. The omnic was so close to climaxing but he didn't want to do it without you. He needed to hold you, to feel you or at least hear your voice but you were denying him both.

Defeated, realizing you weren't going to answer, Zenyatta clumsily shoved the phone in his pocket. His now free hand latched onto his member, circling his leaking tip with a robotic thumb while the other kept stroking harder now. His moans getting higher in pitch and breathier. Whoever sat in the stall next to his surely heard.

▸m a x i m i l i e n

Maximilien would attempt to call you non stop. He doesn't mind you having fun with other humans if that was the case. He views them more as additional sex accessories, or toys rather, for your personal pleasure which he of course doesn't have the heart to deny you but at that moment he needed you all to himself. He couldn't stand the idea of you looking this good and not be in his arms. Already, Max was imagining the sight of his hands between the lacy fabric and your skin, the feeling of your body on top of his, you grinding into him, the sound of the fabric tearing as he rips your lingerie apart while pounding into you. His mind was running stray with fantasies he couldn't control.

He had to remain collected about this, he didn't want you to think of him as some desperate, dirty old man. Maximilien composed himself and with a shaky hand texted you back "Let's talk when you get home" and with that he finally put his phone away, telling himself he wouldnt message you again until you answered him first but the omnic had a strong feeling that wasn't going to happen.

Feeling the nerves getting the best of him Max quickly took out a bottle of wine from a nearby cabinet together with a glass and poured himself one before slumping down in his chair. He sighed rubbing his temples.

▸ r a m a t t r a

He knows what you're doing. He isn't stupid. You sent him a flirty little picture and suddenly you stop answering? No texts? No callbacks? Tsk. You were very clearly and purposefully teasing the omnic, probably hoping for a reaction he thought to himself.

It was working on him though, however much he was trying to fight it and not succumb to your little tricks he couldn't help but get horny. Ramattra wont do anything about the 'issue' at the moment, instead he tests his self control and let's the feeling boil inside him, the frustration and anger at the idea of your sleazy little attempt at trying to manipulate him emotionally together with the aching need to have his way with you in that exact lingerie.

He will be all pent up and moody for the rest of the day, almost as if a dark cloud loomed over his robotic head, waiting for you to come back. Once you do return not a single word is uttered from the omnic. Upon seeing you he immediately pounces on you and gets what he wants. Once the chance to finally rip your clothes off comes he is content seeing you're still wearing that exact set, almost as if you knew this was going to happen. His hands latch onto every inch of your body and by the end you will have learned your lesson.

[michelleleewise]

Worthy

Pairing: Dark!Thor x female reader

Warnings: self deprecating behavior (not eating properly), poor selfcare, manipulative behavior, power imbalance, mild stalking, anxiety, bullying, self esteem issues, poor self image, mind games, a bit of reverse psychology, If I missed anything please let me know!!

Summary: you decide its best to find another therapist, but Thor has a few more tricks up his sleeve....

A/n- please heed the warnings going forward, were gonna start getting in it....lol. if you want to be tagged let me know. 😁❤️

Part one -- Part two-

You walked to the kitchen rubbing the sleep from your eyes, another restless night proceeding the day, sighing seeing the fridge empty. You walked over, putting on coffee before heading to get dressed. As much as you hated it you had to go to the store. Pulling your hair into a bun you pulled on a shirt and a pair of leggings before slipping your shoes on walking back to the kitchen, Dr Odinson's words echoing in your head "when was the last time you ate?" Looking down at yourself, your clothes practically engulfing you "longer then you think." You said to yourself sighing, knowing your recent diet consisted of caffeine and the occasional candy bar.

You finished your coffee, grabbing your phone you saw another message, sliding it into your pocket deciding not to answer it as you grabbed your keys and headed to your car, locking the door behind you. You found a parking spot close to the doors, walking up grabbing a hand basket you quickly walked inside hoping to get this over with as soon as possible you made your way to the isles you frequented, going through the motions grabbing your go to's before heading to the checkout, the cashier scanning your items as you swiped your card, her fake smile and cheery disposition grating on your nerves as you grabbed you bag and headed outside, glancing back as the doors opened when you ran into something solid.

Feeling a pair of large hands wrap around your arms your head whipped around, your eyes meeting a wall of muscle as they trailed up "ah y/n, it's pleasant seeing you." Dr Odinson's voice boomed as he smiled down at you. "H..hey, w..what are you doing here?" You asked, taking a quick step back as his hands slid off your arms "same as you I'm sure." He laughed, his blue eyes piercing into you. "I've never seen you here before." You said looking around, everyone going about their day "you've probably just never noticed." Thor smiled as you nodded, you did have a habit of keeping to yourself. You looked down fidgeting with your bag hearing your phone going off in your pocket making you stiffen. "Y/n, are you alright?" He asked, concern lacing his tone. "Y...yes, I'm fine." You said, pulling your phone out seeing another text waiting for you.

You quickly shut it off putting it back into your pocket "who was that?" He asked stepping closer "n..no one, it's fine." You said gripping your bag, his eyes on you making you cave "its...it was my ex." You sighed watching his lips purse nodding. "I want you to block him." He said making you furrow your eyebrows "I'm sorry.." you started taking a step back "you need to let go of that part of your life y/n, he is no good for you." He said "I wasn't going to answer." You said defensively "as you said, I am the professional yes?" He asked crossing his arms "Well yes, but.." cutting you off "then you need to do as i ask, block him and do not speak to him again" He said sternly, your fingers tightened around your bag "o...ok" You said quietly. "I am only trying to help you, so let me." He said, his voice softening as you nodded.

"Good girl, now go home and relax and I'll shall see you at our session tomorrow." He smiled, placing a large hand on your shoulder squeezing "o..ok, thank you Doctor Odinson." You said, stepping to the side "I did say to call me Thor." He insisted "right, sorry...T..thor." you said quietly walking around him towards your car, looking back seeing him watching you as he lifted his arm waving. You turned back around, feeling his gaze linger on you as you got in your car quickly pulling out of the lot. You got home, putting away the few groceries you had gotten, taking out the TV dinner you bought putting it in the microwave you stared into the glass, thinking about the interaction at the store. Had you really never noticed him...you thought to yourself hearing the meal ding. You sat at the table, pulling your phone out seeing the messages.

Shaun- look y/n, i dont know why you're making this difficult, we both know I lowered my standards for you, so you need to come to your senses and come home, cause let's be honest you don't have alot of options, especially with the weight you've gained.

You felt your eyes burn reading it, thinking back to the few pounds you had gained before everything went to shit, but living on a diet of fast food it was bound to happen. You felt a tear stream down your cheek pushing your food away, recalling Dr Odinson's words "I want you to block him." You wiped your face, taking a deep breath as you thumb hovered over Shaun's name. Flashes of that night filing your head as you pushed the options, scrolling down you stared at the screen "do as I ask." You heard, closing your eyes you pressed your thumb to the screen before tossing it down.

You rubbed your hands down your face standing up you grabbed your food, tossing it in the bin suddenly losing your appetite. You laid on the couch, decided a nap sounded good, staring up at the ceiling hearing Dr Odinson's voice in your head "I'll take good care of you." Making you shiver. Maybe he was just doing his job, maybe that's what counselors are supposed to do? You thought as you eyes drifted shut, willing the memories away.

ooOOoo

You woke to your phone ringing on your nightstand, peeking an eye open you grabbed it hitting the green button "yes..hello?" You said rubbing your face "morning, this is Doctor Odinson's office confirming your appointment for this afternoon." The lady on the other end said. "Oh...actually i needed to cancel." You said pushing the blankets off sitting up. "Oh ok, would you like to reschedule?" The lady asked. "Um..no, not right now." You said "ok, I'll make a note and let the doctor know, have a good day." She said cheerily "thanks." You said quickly hanging up. You stood up sighing heading to the bathroom, as nice as Dr Odinson seemed, there was something about him that made you uneasy...nervous. so you decided it was best to find a new therapist.

You shuffled to the kitchen, grabbing a cup of coffee sitting at the table scrolling through your phone searching other options for counseling when your phone rang startling you as you dropped it on the table. You looked down not recognizing the number when it stopped, the screen going dark. You reached to pick it up as the screen lit up, the same number flashing across the screen. You debated answering it, wondering if Shaun had gotten a new number but curiosity got the better of you as you touched the green button holding it up to your ear.

"Hello?" You asked fidgeting with your fingers "miss y/n?" You heard, making you freeze "Doctor Odinson?" You asked furrowing your eyebrows "yes, how are you?" He casually asked. "Um, why are you calling me?" You asked looking out the window hearing him sigh "my receptionist told me you canceled, and I was curious as to why." He said matter of factly. "Umm...well..." you started "are you in the habit of sabotaging yourself?" He interrupted "no..I don't think i..." you tried again "y/n, if I may speak frankly, I think after everything your ex put you through you have a hard time trusting anyone." He said as you wordlessly nodded "the decision is entirely yours, but know i only want what's best for you." He said sighing.

"I'll keep your appointment in case you change your mind, but I will understand if I don't see you and wish you the best but please, think about what I said." He said clearing his throat. "O..ok, thank you." You said taking a deep breath "ok....Have a good day y/n." He said as the line clicked ending the call. You sat the phone down on the table staring at it. You knew he was right, you had had trust issues as long as you could remember, but after what Shaun did, trust didnt exist to you anymore. Your thoughts wandered as you sipped your coffee, maybe you should give it a shot....give him the benefit of the doubt, he did seem like he genuinely cared...you thought to yourself sighing deciding to get dressed and give it another chance.

ooOOoo

You walked into the office seeing the lady behind the counter "hi, I'm here for my appointment." You said getting her attention "oh hello, have a seat and they'll be out to get you." She smiled. You turned to sit but the man who came out last time popped out "miss y/n...this way." He said walking ahead of you. You passed the doctors office, walking down a long hall before coming out to a room with a low counter seeing what you assumed were nurses looking at their computer screens when your eyes met deep green ones...the brother...as he stood talking to a nurse holding a large file. You offered a small smile, nodding your head but his face remained neutral as he continued his conversation. "Ok, right through here." The man said opening a door to your left you a walked in seeing gym equipment scattered through the room.

"Ah, y/n." You heard, turning your head seeing Dr odinson walk in smiling, did he ever not. Your eyes took him in, seeing his dark blue button up tight against his large chest, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, straining under the size of his biceps as your eyes traveled down tracing the veins in his large forearms. You had to admit he was attractive, beautiful even. "H..hey, I decided to give it another chance." You said putting your hands in your pockets. "I am glad to hear it." He said coming to stand in front of you. You looked into his eyes, the blue sparkling under the light through his glasses, a few strands of his blonde hair fell in front of his face, your fingers twitched wanting to sweep it back, the light stubble along his jaw making you want to reach out and touch him.

"I have something I wish to try." He said bringing you back pulling out a piece of red fabric from his pocket "I know trust does not come easy to you." He said walking behind you, you shuddered feeling his chest graze your back as his large arms reached over your shoulder, gently pressing the fabric over your eyes "wait, what.." you started feeling him tie it behind your head blocking out your vision. "I want to prove to you that I only have your best interests at heart." He said, his breath fanning your neck as he leaned in making you skin prickle.

You felt his hands on your shoulders as he gently guided you forward, rubbing small circles into your skin "now, I want you to listen to my voice, let go of your inhibitions." He cooed in your ear, his hands sliding down your arms squeezing your biceps "and...trust me." He whispered as the warmth of his touch left you, making you tilt your head up. "Focus on my voice, nothing else." You heard, moving your head towards his voice "take a step forward." He said as you stood still, hesitating "I know you can do this, relinquish control." He continued. You took a deep breath lifting your arm up you took a small step forward, feeling around with your foot, "very good y/n, another." He said as he contiued to guide you through the room, hoping he wouldn't run you into a piece of equipment when your fingers grazed over soft fabric, feeling muscle flexing underneath as you pressed your hand down.

"Very good y/n." He praised, his fingers grazing your cheek as he lifted the blindfold, your eyes squinting in the light when you realized your hand was pressed to his chest "oh..sorry." you said quickly pulling it back "it's quite alright, I'll never complain about a beautiful woman touching me." He winked making your face heat up. "Now, how did it feel to let go?" He asked watching you "umm...kinda scary actually." You said looking down "understandably, but I want to assure you I will be here for you every step of the way." He said, reaching out rubbing your arm as you nodded.

"Now I do have something I wish to discuss with you before we end our session." He said, placing his arms behind his back slowly walking around you "when I saw you at the store yesterday, you only had a few things in your bag." He said continuing to circle you "y..yes, I don't need much." You said turning your head to look at him "we cannot sustain ourselves with microwave meals y/n." He said sternly coming to stand in front of you "what I would like you to do before our next session is go shopping, buy actual food." He said stepping closer, his cologne surrounding you making you sigh "I want you to take care of yourself." He said smiling again. "I..I'll do my best." You said, his gaze both intimidating and comforting "that is all I ask y/n." He cooed leaning forward. "Come..I'll walk you out." He said waving you ahead of him.

You walked back through the hallway towards the waiting room, reaching for the handle his fingers grazed yours sending a shiver through you "allow me." He smiled down at you, feeling your cheeks heat up you stepped back letting him open the door "now, remember what I said, actual food yes?" He asked "I will." You said pulling your keys out "good girl, take care of yourself and i will see you next week." He said opening the main door for you "ok, and thank you Doctor....Thor." you said seeing his smile widen "Doctor Thor...I like that." He said making you giggle "until next time." He said tilting his head "ok, bye." You said rushing out. You sat in your car thinking about your session. Maybe he did only want to help....maybe you had overreacted....you took a deep breath starting your car feeling better then you had in awhile, you drove home looking forward to your next appointment.

@springdandelixn @mochie85 @chemtrails-club @slytherclaw1227 @irishhappiness @kats72

[koushou]

i love it smmmm omg. the megumi fix is amazing it’s more than i asked for ❤️❤️ bro 6,9k is a blessing you don’t understand how glad it made me it’s so worth the wait. tumblr is so dry when it comes to anime fics and especially w megumi thank you for feeding me something other than the crumbs this website gives me. i don’t want to be too annoying but whenever you’re free if you could do a pt 2 cause that ending omg. i love it sm and i can’t thank you enough ❤️

pairing : megumi x f!reader [fluff]

warnings : slight makeout scene idk HAHA nothing too intense though (also not proofread because i wanted to get this posted as soon as i finished it)

wc : 3.5k

a/n : ur too sweet omg and im FINALLY back from procrastinating your request again anon… (i really apologize i don’t mean to take so long pls forgive me D: ) i hope this is what you wanted!!

pt. 1 (you don’t really have to read pt 1 to understand this part but i do recommend it)

loud chatter echoes through the large modern dining hall located on the second floor of the hotel.

“i’m… so full…” a certain pink haired male burps for the nth time as he still continues to stuff food into his mouth. gojo laughs at itadori’s passion for the hotel food, while doing the same as he takes a large bite of a pancake.

you chuckle, taking a sip of your drink and leaning back in your cushioned chair, already finished with your 3rd plate of breakfast. i mean, who could blame you? hotel breakfast food just hits a different type of way.

“so, spill all the juicy events that happened last night, i wanna know!” nobara nudges you excitedly, her eyes twinkling as she pulls her chair closer to yours.

rolling your eyes, you look away from the ginger female and pretend to not have heard her. accidentally, you were now faced towards megumi, sitting on the opposite side of you. your eyes met for a brief moment before you quickly turned away, breaking the awkward interaction.

“aww— c’mon, y/n! please—“

“nothing happened at all! and don’t think i forgot the way you ignored my knocks on your door yesterday,” you shot her a glare, earning a sheepish laugh in return.

“but... in the same bed..?”

you were about to retort back when gojo stands up and claps his hand over his stomach, which now seemed just… a few sizes bigger.

“alright! have we all finished our food? god, when did hotel food get so good— anyway, it’s time to pack our things and head back home!” your constantly enthusiastic teacher exclaims, as a waiter comes to collect your plates.

after thanking the waiter and paying the bill (poor gojo-sensei’s wallet), you all head back upstairs to drive back home.

a thick silence hangs over your room as you and megumi collect your items, not wanting to bring up any events from last night. finally ready to head out, you walk towards the door to open it until another hand reaches the handle at the same time.

you retract your hand quickly, while the other hand lingers in the air above the knob.

“oh— sorry, you can go first!” you gulp, backing up a bit so megumi can exit first.

he pauses for a second, twisting the knob until the door pulls open. you expected him to walk out, but he makes his way to the other side of you instead, still holding the door open.

you look over at him with a questioning look, receiving a slight shrug and a hint of a smirk.

“ladies first.”

why was his stupid face so handsome?

you shook your head at his teasing expression, making your way out the door to the carpeted hallway, him following close behind.

the others were already at the lobby waiting, their conversation becoming clearer as you reach them.

“what’s taking them both so long? you don’t think they’re too busy… y’know…” nobara’s usual cheerful voice carries her words to your ears, making you roll your eyes and spook her from being.

“boo.”

“i’m just sayin- oh my go—“ she frantically turns around, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing it was just you.

“you scared me!”

“what were we talking about?”

“nothing important! come on, we should get going!” nobara nudges gojo and itadori ahead, escaping you as she scurries out of the lobby.

you hear a yawn from behind you, a tuft of black hair moving past you as you suppress the urge to laugh at megumi’s already messy hairstyle, amplified by his morning bed hair.

finally, you were all seated back in gojo’s car, ready to drive back to the school so you all can head back to your own homes.

the ride back was full of gojo’s irritating voice singing along to songs playing from the car radio, itadori laughing along, and the rest of you too excited to leave the car.

“alright kids! we’re here, make sure to be safe on the way back home!”

gojo waves to all of you as you hop out of his car one by one, basking in the cool summer air for a few seconds.

“see you guys!”

itadori jogs away, heading in the direction of his own home, followed by megumi, then nobara, and lastly, you.

upon reaching your house, your mother welcomes you, asking about your day, if you had fun, and other typical mother questions.

you were telling her about your day when you suddenly recalled the hotel night events, and scurried away embarrassed upstairs to your room, leaving a very confused mom behind.

you flop down onto the bed, face down, wanting to get a good few minutes of quiet nap time in before your phone dings with a notification.

grunting, you pull your phone out from your pocket, swiping across the screen to check the message.

surprisingly, it was from megumi, eyebrows suspiciously raising as you open the text message from him. you two rarely texted unless it was about school or business-related, so you couldn’t think of anything he would need from you right now.

megumi : Hey.

megumi : I have your hair tie with me. You probably left it in my bag or something.

megumi : I’m coming over in 5 minutes.

you sat up abruptly, rereading his messages to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

you had been so caught up with his prior messages that you failed to register that he said he was going to be at your house in… 5 minutes.

hurriedly, you swiped to see what time he had sent that last message. 12:34 AM.

your eyes moved to the top of your phone screen, reading the current time. 12:37 AM.

almost falling out of bed scrambling to your room mirror, you checked your appearance to make sure you looked fine and your hair wasn’t messy and-

you paused.

“why am i so concerned about how i look? why do i care about this?”

you slapped your face with both hands, bringing yourself back to reality when you were interrupted again, but this time by your doorbell ringing from downstairs.

making your way out of your room, you saw that your mom had already opened the door with a familiar tall figure standing in the doorway.

“oh! megumi, it’s been a while!” your mom lets megumi in with a smile, already going to the kitchen to make him some tea.

he bows politely, sitting down on the couch, now changed into a loose white t-shirt with black shorts.

“uh- theres no need to make me tea, i won’t be here for too long—“

“nonsense! you can even stay for lunch, dear megumi! i just have to prepare the last dish and—“

you finally clear your throat, standing at the middle of the stairs, catching both of their attention.

“oh, y/n! i have to go out to the grocery store for some ingredients, take care of our guest megumi, alright?” she places two cups of tea on the table in front of megumi, grabbing her keys to head out.

“wait, mom—“

she sends you a wink by the door, already outside before you can finish your sentence.

you sigh in defeat, sitting across from megumi on the other couch.

“here.”

megumi pulls out a black hair tie from his pocket, almost identical to the one currently around your wrist.

you raise your eyebrows in suspicion at the hair tie. “but i only have one? and i didn’t bring any extra yesterday..?” you motion to your own arm.

he looks back and forth between your wrist and the one he had in his hand, scratching his head in confusion.

“it was in our hotel room, so i assumed it was yours.” he shrugs, placing it on the table. “but if it isn’t, i can just throw it away.”

you hum, taking a sip of the tea your mom prepared as he does the same, cringing as the still hot tea burns his tongue.

“pfft…”

he glares at you, placing the cup down as his eyes scan around your living room, taking in the decorations.

“i’ll just keep it then, it seems new.” you take the forgotten hair tie on the table, and wear it around your wrist, now decorated with two black hair ties.

he nods, sitting back against the couch, silence falling between you both.

a question suddenly popped up in your mind, your mouth moving faster than your brain.

“you came all the way here… just to give me a hair tie?”

the question seems to set him a little nervous, clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact as he fidgets in his seat.

“well— i figured i’d return it to you before i forgot,” he shrugs, reaching out to take another sip of his tea before pulling back quickly again at the heat.

you nod slowly, still unconvinced with his answer. who goes all the way to someone’s house to return a hair tie?

“okay then, see you on monday?” you get up, ready to send him back off.

his head snaps up, still not moving in his seat as he opens his mouth slowly, as if unsure of how to respond.

“um- i thought your mom said i could stay…for lunch…?”

he averts his eyes, pink dusting his pale cheeks as he looks away. your mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape as you recall your mom’s words and those were - in fact what she had said.

it wasn’t that you were against him staying for lunch, but you two weren’t even friends or remotely close at that. rivals would even suit you both better than friends.

“but if you want i can, uh, leave now,” he starts to stand, looking uncomfortable in his position across from you.

it was then that you remembered megumi’s background, that his mother had left early at birth, plus his father wasn’t exactly present.

you couldn’t imagine living without your parents, and how lonely he must be without true family.

“no! i mean, that’s not what i meant, you can stay.” you sputter out before he gets the wrong idea.

his eyes seem to light up at your words, nodding before sitting back down on his previous spot on the couch.

you glance over at the time on your phone, it had been around 7 minutes after your mom had left.

the tension was thick in the room, and just when you thought you were about to explode from the awkwardness, he finally breaks the silence.

“do you… play that?”

you turn to where his eyes are placed on, seeing your black xbox console laying on top of a cabinet, having been untouched for a while.

“oh that? yeah, occasionally, why?”

you hear a snicker from beside you, snapping your head to find his lips curled into a teasing grin.

“oh, i just didn’t think a nerd like you would play games.”

you raise your eyebrows at his words. “you sure about that? it doesn’t seem like you’re very good at games either, megumi.” you make sure to stretch out each three syllables of his name to tease him further.

he huffs while leaning back, still maintaining intense eye contact with you, almost challenging each other to say something back.

“how about this, whoever wins against the other gets to make them do whatever they want. no matter what it is.” he nods over to the console, tilting his head as he waits for your response.

you chuckle, standing up to take the console, fiddling with it for a moment before turning back to him.

“alright, just don’t cry when you lose too much, okay?”

he shrugs, smirking as he looks around the living room for the other console, making you remember something.

“oh, the other console plus a TV is in my room, wanna just play there?”

he stiffens suddenly, before nodding slowly and following you upstairs to your room.

reaching the door, you suddenly stop, making megumi grunt and come to a stop, almost crashing into you.

“uh - wait here.”

you open the door just enough to slip inside, quickly gathering some of your belongings and cleaning as much as you could, to at least make your room seem presentable.

“okay!” you open the door for megumi, who makes no move to enter at first.

“...”

“you can come in.”

“... is this okay?”

you cock your head, not understanding his question.

“your mom isn’t home.”

“...so?”

“we’re alone.”

“and?”

“i’m… going into your room.”

“what is your point?” you began to grow frustrated at this conversation. then, it hit you all of a sudden.

“ahh, megumi? have you never been in a girl’s room alone before?” you snicker, shaking your head from laughter.

he starts to protest, before quickly closing his mouth and finally entering your room.

you connect the two consoles into your TV in your room, sitting down on the edge of your bed as you load up the games on the screen.

“you can sit here if you want,” you pat the empty spot next to you, to which he carefully sits down on, taking one console from your hand.

“ready?”

he nods, as you start the game.

-- --

“what--?!”

you throw your hands up in frustration, groaning as you flop backwards on the bed.

“i told you, you can’t beat me.” megumi chuckles, dodging a stuffed bear you threw in his direction.

you huffed, sitting back up, determined to beat him at least once.

“one last rematch!”

he lets out a laugh, a rare one that you think you might just never forget, and starts the game again.

after a few minutes of intense clicking, yelling and laughing, you let out a proud shout, the word victory flashing across your screen.

you pick up another stuffed animal from your bed and toss it straight at megumi’s face, celebrating as he lets out an ‘oof’ and glare back at you.

“but i still won around, 7 times, so i get to make you do something- oof-” he stumbles back again from another stuffed animal to the face.

“hmm? i don’t know what you’re talking about--” you pretend to not have heard him before your vision goes momentarily black from a soft object hitting your face, a pink bear landing in your lap.

“hey!”

“what, you keep throwing them at me!”

“fine…”

“hey, why are you getting so close--!”

you tackle megumi backwards onto the bed, throwing your pillows at his face -- not very gently -- as he tries to shield his arms in vain.

“ahh—! okay, okay, i’m sorry, stop it—“ he huffs as you finally stops your attack, his dark blue orbs looking up into yours.

you only now noticed your close proximity, quickly sitting back up to create some distance between the both of you. he clears his throat, fiddling with one of your pillows.

“well, a loss is a loss, what do i have to do?” you sigh, admitting your defeat.

“hmm…” he seems to be lost in deep thought, probably trying to find the worst thing he can make you do.

after a few silent, intense seconds, he finally speaks.

“are you… free tomorrow?”

you turn to him, giving him a questioning look at his strange question. he only stares back at you in response, awaiting your answer.

“um… yeah, i’m free the whole day, why do you as-“

“come watch a movie with me tomorrow.” he blurts out quickly, not even letting you finish your sentence.

you gape at him, still processing his words, unsure if you had heard wrong.

“... sorry?”

his face was reddenning by the second, yet his eyes remained firmly on yours the whole time.

“let’s go watch the new movie in the theater. i heard it’s quite popular already despite releasing only last week.”

“oh… okay, i can ask nobara if she wants to com-“

“don’t!” he says a little too loudly, clearing his throat after as he regains his composure.

“i mean, i- just, you.”

“just.. us?”

he nods.

silence fell again between the two of you, unsure if he was asking you what you thought he was asking you. you decide to test the waters cautiously.

“man.. it’s almost like you’re asking me out on a date, megumi?” you tease lightly, expecting a ‘tch’ or an, ‘as if’.

“so what if i am?”

now that was an answer you weren’t expecting.

“you’re.. joking, right?”

megumi sighs, moving closer until his body was mere centimeters away from yours.

“i’m serious.”

“do you... like me or something?”

he stares at you blankly. “would i ask you on a date if i didn’t have feelings for you, idiot?”

you only just realize how stupid your question sounded, trying to find a response until he reaches up to cup your cheek with one hand.

they felt soft, yet slightly gruff from constant training and fighting, large enough to cover one half of your face. they were warm, slightly trembling probably from nervousness, yet made you wish he’d never take it off.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to. we can forget this ever happened.” his own cheeks turning slightly pink, yours probably even worse as the space between your faces closed in slowly.

“but i don't think i can do this anymore, so just let me be a little selfish this once, okay?”

barely registering his words before he moves in to kiss you, soft lips moving against the other as his hand tightens against the side of your cheek. you barely register your own actions anymore, hands reaching up to tangle themselves in his hair, moving down to his neck, and finally finding home cupped around his face.

he groans against your lips, pressing you down until he was now hovering above you, never breaking the kiss even once in the process. you lost track of how long you both had been making out in your bed before you hear the front door open from downstairs.

frantically, the both of you separated in fear of your mom catching you in the act, catching your breaths while still processing what just happened.

you hear shuffling from downstairs, standing up to escape megumi before you were pulled back into a warm chest.

“wait—“ his arms wrap around you to trap you from leaving his grasp, your eyes looking everywhere but his, and suddenly your wall was the most interesting thing in sight.

“are we… really going to pretend that didn’t happen?” you finally gather the courage to look him in the face, almost melting at the soft pout set on his (now slightly redder than before) lips.

“ilikeyoutoo.” you get out quickly before you lose the chance to say it again.

he stiffens against you, eyes lighting up almost like an excited puppy receiving treats. “you like me? i didn’t hear you, so can you say it again?”

you huff, trying to wriggle your way out of his arms, only resulting in him pulling you closer to sit on his lap. he presses his forehead to yours, chuckling at your futile attempt to escape.

“i said— i like you—!” you ram your head into his, making him groan in pain, loosening his hold on you. the perfect chance for escape.

you saw the opportunity, dashing to the door, twisting the knob, almost getting it open until—

“nope,” megumi’s hand stops the door in time, instead twisting you around until your back was now flat against the wood, both of his palms placed beside your head.

“y/n? megumi?” your mom’s voice calls from downstairs, but all you could hear was your heartbeat thumping loudly in your chest.

“megumi! move, my mom’s home,” you place your hands on his chest, trying to push him away to no avail.

he grabs your pushing hand and places it on the left side of his chest, letting you feel the soft but fast thumping of his heart, almost matching the pace of your own.

“this is all your fault. you’re not gonna take responsibility for it?” he inches closer to your burning face, making you huff and grab his face.

you press your lips to his, feeling him immediately return the kiss, but you pull away after a few seconds, leaving him still trying to kiss you again.

“nope, my mom’s home, and i’m hungry.”

you open the door, seeing your mom begin to set the table with plates of food downstairs. you look back at megumi, who still looked sad after getting his kiss cut short.

sighing, you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together before pulling him down the stairs.

“come on, it’s time for lunch. you’ll get more later.”

you feel him perk up, giving your hand a squeeze as he follows close behind.

you steal a glance at your wrist, still wearing both the hair ties. good thing he hadn’t noticed you stuffing one into his bag this morning.

[xiaomoxu]

Lucien - Winter Farewell Date

🦋 SPOILER ALERT!! 🦋

💜 A date from CN server which hasn’t been released in EN server. This is a FREE SSR ^^ all you need is log-in for 12 days and the karma is yours~

Translations under the cuts~

Clerk: You ordered a cup of hot cocoa and a soufflé, please wait a moment on the side.

MC: Okay , thank you.

I took a step towards the dining table and looked out the window. A thin layer of snow lay on both sides of the street, almost melting in the brilliance of spring.

Two days ago, there was a heavy snowfall in Loveland City without any forecast. After that, the temperature suddenly rose sharply, and the winter was gone forever.

The news says this is likely to be the last snow of the year - many days earlier than expected.

And Lucien went to participate in the closed meeting, which will end tomorrow. At this point, we were not able to abide by the agreement of "watching the last snow together".

Looking at the last glimpse of the winter scenery outside the window, I helplessly lowered my shoulders and turned to look at the steaming coffee machine.

According to the agreement with Lucien at the time, when I completed all the tasks he assigned before he left, it was almost the time when his closed meeting ended.

And we are about to see each other after more than ten days of "long distance relationship".

So early this morning, I rushed to this coffee shop to complete the last item on my to-do list.

"The day before Lucien came back, went to the coffee shop we used to visit and bought a cup of hot cocoa."

MC: Let’s report the itinerary to Lucien....

I took out my phone and opened Lucien's chatroom.

MC: "What are you doing now?"

I looked down at the screen, there was no movement on the other side of the dialog.

MC: Is the break time over?

When I was swiping my finger on the screen, I wanted to send another text message to cheer him up, but I heard a familiar voice from the corner of the cafe.

Lucien: To gather vine goes she, when her I do not see, one day seems longer than months three.

Lucien: To gather reed goes she, when her I d o not see, one day seems long as seasons three.

Lucien: To gather herbs goes she, when her I do not see, one day seems longer than years three.

T/N: He said those line in English, thank Xia Lei-laoshi for your hard work~

The tone that followed the way was soft and steady, I didn't turn back, but felt my heart skip a beat, and a smile unconsciously hung on the corner of my mouth.

Clerk: Your hot cocoa and souffle are ready.

I blinked and smiled at the clerk.

MC: Can I have another spoon?

By the fireplace in the cafe, three or four kids gathered around a tall figure, chatting with each other.

Kid A: Big brother, so what does this poem mean?

Kid B: Can you read another poem for us?

The man surrounded by the center smiled and took off the frame on the bridge of his nose, and started to say something.

As if feeling my sight, he turned to look at me.

When I met those eyes that were thinking day and night, my footsteps stopped in place, and the corners of my mouth subconsciously raised a big arc.

The deep eyes suddenly lit up a little, and the fire of the fireplace flickered at the bottom of the eyes, mixed with a faint joy that could not be concealed.

The kids around him were still urging Lucien to explain the meaning of the poem just now. He didn't take his eyes back, his eyes fixed on my eyes.

Lucien: The meaning of this poem is....

Lucien: Sometimes, time suddenly slows down.

Kid: Will time slow down?

Lucien: Will do.

Lucien: If you like someone, then as long as you haven't seen her for a few days, you will feel that time is slowing down, as if a long, long time has passed.

With the restless waves in my heart following his words, I stepped towards him and traced his outline with my eyes.

He was wearing the shirt I bought for him when we were shopping together, as if he had just had his hair cut, and looked in good mood.

He seems to have lost some weight again, and the profile of the face looks sharp and angular. I pursed my lips and suddenly remembered our brief phone call between work the other day.

MC: .... So you didn't go to the cafeteria to eat today?

Lucien: Yesterday's failed tasting experience taught me that today's dishes need to be chosen carefully.

MC: Then you can't skip meals!

MC: And... When did Professor Lucien have such strict requirements for food?

Lucien: It may have to start with a little chef who is keen to develop a variety of dishes-

Lucien: I have been eating the food you made some time ago, and now I will inevitably feel a little "once in the sea".

T/N: 曾经沧海难为水 (céng jīng cānghǎi nán wéi shuǐ ) Idiom: One who has seen the ocean thinks nothing of mere rivers.—to a sophisticated person there is nothing new under the sun

The child-like playful tone couldn't be shaken out of my mind, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

The kids followed Lucien's line of sight and looked around curiously. One of the kids showed an expression of sudden realization.

Kid A: Huh? Big brother, is this the sister you were waiting for?

Lucien: Um. I've been waiting for this sister for a long time, so can you let the big brother give her a time?

Kid B: Yes, but why?

Kid A: You are so stupid! Big brother means, this is his girlfriend, let's go, don't disturb them on the date!

The other children nodded ignorantly, took the poetry collection from Lucien's hand, thanked him politely, and then ran away.

I walked up to him with a blushing face, put down the plate, bent down, opened my arms wide, and embraced his breath in my arms.

There was a light laugh in his skin-to-skin ear as he wrapped one arm around my back and the other in my hair.

Lucien: Why did you finish the mission so early?

MC: If I hadn't come earlier, The Great Professor Lucien didn't know how many poems he would have translated for the kids here.

The deep low smile fell into my ears again, and I reluctantly left his embrace and sat down beside him.

MC: Didn't you say that you will be back until the next day?

Lucien: It is indeed tomorrow. There was a party tonight, but I tried to push it off.

I was stunned for a moment, but I quickly understood the reason why he pushed the party away, but I still blinked knowingly.

MC: Why push it off?

Seeing as if he saw my mind, he smiled and took a sip of coffee.

Lucien: Some people say that it only takes 21 days to form a habit.

Lucien: For the past 21 days, I have been with MC every day.

Lucien: Go to get off work on time, eat the food you cook, get used to seeing you every day, and get used to the taste of the food you cook, so...

MC: Oh~ so you are used to having me by your side, so you came here to wait for me and meet me by chance?

I continued what he said, pouting in a feigned grievance.

MC: It was just "habituation".

Lucien raised his slender eyes, shook his head gently, and covered my lap with the blanket hanging on the back of the chair behind him.

Lucien: Just like you have main ingredients and main ingredients in cooking, habit is just a "main ingredient" that makes me come back early.

MC: So what is this "main ingredient"?

He silently flattened the blanket on my lap, and the corners of his relaxed mouth rose slightly, as if he could reveal all his thoughts to me.

Lucien: Before revealing the answer, I would like to correct the wording you just made.

Lucien: It was my long-planned plan to spare today's time and wait for you here.

Lucien: Rather, it was a well-planned reunion, not what you might call a "meeting by chance," to be precise.

Lucien: Because before I left, I expected this kind of urgency now, so...

He raised his eyelashes and looked deeply into my eyes.

Lucien: Wanting to see you is the "main ingredient" that I can't wait to come here.

T/N: I believe he means “because I miss you” 

The heat of the fireplace scorched my whole body, and my cheeks were gradually getting a blush from the heat.

I quickly picked up the hot cocoa and took a sip, suppressing my throbbing heartbeat.

MC: Then you can also tell me in advance, in case I come late, don't you have to wait a day?

Lucien: As it turns out, I still know a lot about MC.

He squinted his long and narrow eyes, and he seemed confident in my actions.

I pouted and snorted softly, took out the task list Lucien left me from the backpack, flattened it carefully, and took out the pen to tick the last task.

MC: I, I just want to hurry up and finish this task list. That's it.

MC: You see, it's all done!

He smiled, and took out a task sheet from his pocket. Most of the task bars on it were ticked, and only the one with my appointment to see the snow was still empty.

Lucien: It's a pity that I couldn't finish all the things you gave me.

MC: The plan can't keep up with the changes.

MC: Besides, I decided to watch the last snow to say goodbye to winter, but now I think about it, I don't have to watch the snow to say goodbye.

Seeing him pursing his lips thoughtfully, I blinked and put on a playful look.

MC: Of course, if Professor Lucien is really unhappy, then I will take a small note of you and see your performance~

His brows opened slightly, and a smile appeared at the corners of his eyes.

Lucien: So now give me a chance to make up for it.

After leaving the coffee shop, Lucien took me to the forest park on the outskirts of the city.

Since it is far from the city center, the temperature around the park is not high, and the flowers and trees in the park are still covered with a thick layer of solidified snow paved on the ground.

I put my hand in Lucien's coat pocket and put my fingers together with him, stroll along the tree-lined paths in the park.

The snow-white branches faintly exude a fragrance, stretching quietly over the trail, and time seems to be quietly condensed at this moment.

MC: How pretty...

He stopped and raised his hand to brush my messy hair and tucked it behind my ear.

Lucien: Will that make up for some of our regrets not seeing the last snow?

MC: Of course! ...In fact, whether it is watching the last snow, or saying goodbye to winter, all are excuses.

MC: A greedy excuse for me to stick with you all winter.

After speaking, I stuck out my tongue in embarrassment, pretending not to see his increasingly obvious smile.

Lucien: It seems that I have to arrange the closed meeting more often.

MC: Why?

Lucien: In this way, I can listen to the thought of the lady beside me more often.

When he said these words, the bottom of his deep eyes revealed a rare trace of cunning, and I had to turn my eyes away with a blushing face.

MC: Then you have to "bribe" me with such beautiful scenery.

Saying that, I looked up and saw that some dead trees had already bloomed with green buds, dotted with vitality on the white snowdrifts

MC: However, the trip to winter farewell arranged by Professor Lucien it's indeed a worthwhile trip.

There was a chuckle that seemed to be unbearable, and I looked at him suspiciously.

MC: What are you laughing at?

Lucien: I'm sorry, I just think the phrase "winter farewell" is cute.

Lucien: After all, most people seem to be welcoming the spring, and very few people "saying goodbye to winter".

MC: You say that as if it's true....Why? Wouldn't it be nice to say goodbye to winter?

He lowered his eyes slightly and pondered for a moment.

Lucien: Probably because winter farewell means looking back at winter, and more people choose to look forward to spring than to look back.

MC: But isn't it fun to look back at winter?

I bowed my head and thought seriously about my experience this winter.

MC: There are sweet hot cocoa, warm home theater nights, and the ability to hug you in the sun, and the work is very fulfilling.

MC: By the way, we also participated in several outdoor niche sports and making a set of DIY ceramic couple cups.

MC: There are many, many, many, countless joys....

MC: Thinking about it this way, my winter was very fulfilling, not only worth looking back, but also a little nostalgic!

Lucien narrowed his long and narrow eyes, as if he had heard something interesting.

Lucien: It sounds like I'm a part of these countless joys.

Lucien: It seems that as MC said, we have been "stuck" together all winter.

As if I had been told, my cheeks were slightly hot, and I held my face and raised my chin.

MC: ...There should be times when we don't stick together.

I pretended to pull my hand out of his coat pocket and try to count the "beautiful bits" of my life alone.

MC: My friends and I went to eat delicious food, watched the art exhibition with Kiki and the others, and read a very interesting novel...

As I spoke, my voice became smaller and smaller, and finally I cleared my throat with a guilty conscience.

MC: ...I admit, compared to the time with you, this seems to be a lot less.

I silently slipped into his coat and pressed my forehead against his chest.

MC: So during your absence, I was looking at plums to quench my thirst, drawing cakes to satisfy my hunger, and remembering sweets.

T/N: MC is using an idiom: 望梅止渴, 画饼充饥, 忆甜思甜.

(1) quench one's thirst by thinking of plums—console oneself with false hopes; feed on fancies

(2) draw cakes to allay hunger— feed on illusions; false hope

(3) remember sweet things

There was a slight vibration in his chest, and Lucien's voice carried a hint of joy.

Lucien: But to my ears, these experiences of yours are very interesting.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my neck like he was lying.

Lucien: In the past ten days, my time other than meetings has been very boring.

MC: Is it? Then as Professor Lucien said, how did you spend your days when I was away?

I don't know what he remembered, he suddenly let out a chuckle, then took out the mobile phone from his pocket, operated it a few times and handed it to me.

On the screen, I was sleeping on the sofa, the corners of my mouth were slightly raised, as if I was having a sweet dream.

In the video, the sound of the air conditioner humidifier running can be vaguely heard, which is familiar and pleasant.

The lens is firmly focused on my face, the sun shines on my brows through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a shadow under my eyes.

MC: You, when did you shoot...

Lucien didn't answer, and his fingers landed on my lips, as if to signal me to watch first.

In the video, I suddenly wrinkled my nose and took a few breaths. With a slight shaking, a familiar chuckle came from the video.

I subconsciously looked at Lucien with a look of embarrassment and slammed into his eyes. After scraping the tip of my nose, he retracted his hand and raised a beautiful arc between his eyebrows.

Lucien: Look at plum to quench thirst, draw cakes to satisfy hunger, and remember sweetness.

MC: So show me your photo album again.

I shook Lucien's hand slightly to see if he had any other "candid evidence" in his phone.

Lucien smiled and looked down at me. He didn't answer right away, and swept across the woods not far away with a thoughtful expression.

Lucien: If there is an empathetic producer who can help me buy a hot drink, of course I can agree to anything.

I looked in the direction of his fingers with some confusion, and saw a food truck selling drinks parked on a nearby alley.

MC: You mean, I'm going to buy it myself?

I repeated it suspiciously, and got Lucien's acquiescence with a smile.

This cunning man must have wanted to do something. According to his usual habits, he should go with me.

MC: ....Alright then.

I narrowed my eyes and decided to cooperate with him unconditionally and see what he wanted to do.

Although the weather was getting warmer, it was still a little cold outside in the suburbs. With my hands in my pockets, I stood by the dining car and waited for the boss to make a hot drink.

My fingertips suddenly felt the touch of a piece of paper in my pocket. I took it out and saw that it was the task sheet I left to Lucien.

My eyes subconsciously fell to the last column, which was also the only one that was not ticked—“Watching the last snow with MC”

This line was circled, and the ink-colored pen writing faintly smeared on the paper. I turned my head subconsciously and looked in Lucien's direction.

In the open space surrounded by bushes, Lucien sat on the bench. He casually leaned back in his chair, tilted his head slightly, and stared at the trees above his head.

And where his sight fell, the branches of the trees had suddenly formed a thick layer of ice.

Crystal clear crystals envelop the entire grove, reflecting a strange multicolored light in the sunlight, which is extremely beautiful from a distance.

Stall owner: Miss, your drink is ready.

MC: Okay, thank you.

I came back to my senses, picked up the hot drink, turned around and walked towards Lucien, paying careful attention to the bushes around me.

When I passed by here just now, is there such a beautiful scene? It seems that there is only snow left on the branches...

I subconsciously circled around but found that there was only an ordinary snow scene around me, and only Lucien was surrounded by such a fantastic and unreal glacial scene.

He didn't seem surprised, instead he looked up calmly, even with a bit of observation and scrutiny.

The temperature of the hot drink spreads along the fingertips to the palm of my hand. I stared at the white mist above the hot drink cup, and my heart suddenly moved.

Could it be that...the "Ice and Snow Forest" in front of me has something to do with Lucien?

If that's the case, then his strange act of taking me away just now makes sense!

I slowed down my pace, walked quietly behind him and before he could react, I gently pressed the side of the hot drink to his cheek.

He looked stunned for a moment, looked up and saw that it was me, and narrowed his eyes.

MC: These groves covered with crystals are not Professor Lucien's "experiments" are they?

He nodded calmly and made no secret of it.

Lucien: Do you like it?

MC: ...Of course I like it.

I got a positive answer, and my heart was full of surprise joy, so I simply sat on the bench behind him, leaning back to back with him.

The warm breath enveloped me, and when I looked at the pure "winter scenery" in front of me, my heart felt inexplicably peaceful.

Lucien: I've been thinking about what else to do if you miss that snow, to get the winter you envisioned.

Lucien: After thinking about it, maybe creating the most beautiful winter scene and letting you say goodbye to this winter is the best way.

Lucien: If you like it, the "experiment" is very successful.

The sky was as blue as a wash, and the warm sunlight poured down through dazzling brilliance.

I felt like a warm energy was injected into my heart, and I couldn't help but smile.

MC: This is really the best winter scene I have ever seen.

Lucien: But I think this is not enough.

MC: Hm?

Before I could respond, there was warmth in my ears.

MC: ....Lucien?

Lucien: Wait a moment.

His breath lingered on my auricle, itching and numbness, and within a second, my ears was stuffed into a hard gadget.

I reached out and touched it and found it was a headset. Looking along its cord, the other headset is in Lucien's ear.

I turned my head to the side and saw Lucien took out his phone and clicked on an audio. Strangely, there was no sound coming.

I was about to ask, when he interrupted me softly.

Lucien: Close your eyes, MC.

I closed my eyes in confusion.

In the quiet environment, only his voice came clearly and lingered in my ears.

Lucien: On the snowy day, I happened to be sitting by the window of the conference room.

Lucien: When the snowflakes started to fall, while regretting not being able to watch the last snow with you, I suddenly remembered a sentence I saw a long time ago.

Lucien: "A lot of beauty in the world is moving, often because of the moment you witness the beauty, and the person you remember."

His voice was low and deep, like a pair of soft hands, slowly plucking my heartstrings.

Lucien: What is certain is that at that moment, there was only your appearance in front of my eyes.

Lucien: The snow fell on the glass without making any sound, but I heard your voice.

Lucien: So I thought, no matter what, I would re-witness such beauty with you once again.

His words seemed to mean something, my heart still moved, and some vague idea flashed in my mind.

MC: What's on the headphones now...?

Lucien: It was the sound of snow that day.

As if a small warm current was injected into my heart, I couldn't suppress the curvature of my lips, and I closed my eyes and listened with bated breath.

Lucien: I originally wanted to "watch" the last snow with you in this way.

Lucien: But when I was walking here with you just now, a new idea came to my mind.

Hearing what he said, I subconsciously opened my eyes to look at Lucien, and caught a glimpse of a small crystal icicle flying out of his fingertips.

Ding--

The branches were clanking, the ice layer shattered in an instant, and the fresh petals on the branches flew in the air together with the snow, floating in the air.

Beautiful as snow.

The white noise in my ears was still flowing, I looked at the white sky in front of me, as if I really heard the sound of falling snow.

I suddenly remembered that a long time ago, he also sent me the sound of melting glaciers on the other side of the earth.

Come to think of it, maybe my winter wasn't good enough.

It was the man behind me who brought all the good things into my winter.

At the end of winter, the sun already had a warm warmth. I leaned back comfortably on the back of the chair and felt the warmth of Lucien on my back.

After taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes again, stretched my arms lazily, and cleared my throat.

MC: Lucien, I understand why I dare to look back at winter.

MC: Not only because this winter is very warm, but also because of having you by my side, I have seen many small and beautiful things.

MC: In these beautiful moments, I realized that there are many moments in life that are easily overlooked.

MC: And you always draw my attention to these moments, shove them into my field of vision, and fill my world.

MC: I think you are the source of my beliefs that everything in the world is beautiful.

I leaned against his shoulder and felt his head slowly resting on top of mine.

Lucien: Sounds like I'm your "filter" for seeing the world?

I froze for a moment, and couldn't help but chuckle.

MC: As expected of Professor Lucien who is good at summarizing!

Lucien: So, I am honored to be your "filter".

The flying "snowflakes" gradually fell to the ground, mixed with the melting snow and ice, and became a new memory left this winter.

The world is rewashed into the scenery of early spring, full of vitality and spring.

I straightened up, stretched out my arms, took a long breath of satisfaction, and embraced the sun in my arms.

MC: So now, I declare - our "winter trip" has come to a successful conclusion!

MC: As the organizer, does Mr. Lucien has anything to say?

He chuckled softly, cleared his throat cooperatively, and the deep voice fell softly into my ear.

Lucien: In the winter of next year, please allowed MC to witness this good thing with me.

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Notes from me: Thanks for always enjoying his date and my translations~ There’s so much idiom for this date which I’m afraid I make a mistake for translating it, so if you guys find some mistakes, please let me know ^^

Always take care of your health! don’t skip meals and rest regularly is a must! xoxo 

[miracleonice87]

Begin Again, part two

with Mathew Barzal

a/n: in honor of @kerwritesthings’ birthday (that’s right, go wish her a happy one if you haven’t already!)… Hayden and Mat are back! part one was one of the earlier pieces I wrote, and it was a combo of a reader/oc, which I don’t really like to use in my writing now, but I’m sticking with it for consistency’s sake. title is based on T Swift's song, which I obviously don't own and all that stuff.

warnings: swearing, allusions to sex, nothing graphic

word count: 5.3K+

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“Hayden!” you heard from across the Coliseum concourse, just moments after you’d stepped through the doors of the main entrance. A stunning platinum blonde with a dazzling smile quickly approached, waving excitedly. Your first instinct was to look over your shoulder to try and determine who the woman was speaking to, since you didn’t recognize her, but she had called your name.

Instead, you forced a small smile and tentatively stepped toward her. As soon as she was within arm’s reach, she gathered you into a tight hug.

“Sorry, I’m a hugger!” she exclaimed, then stepped back and fanned a hand across her chest. You couldn’t help but notice the rock on her left ring finger, not to mention her perfectly manicured nails and pristine blue silk Islanders jacket, paired with a white t-shirt, black jeans, and snakeskin boots. “I’m Sydney, but you can call me Syd. It’s Sydney Esiason Martin, actually. I’m Matt Martin’s wife, but all the guys just call him Marty,” she explained, her hands gesturing animatedly all the while.

It was all coming together in your brain now, that Mat must have arranged for Sydney to be on the lookout for you, and you nodded slowly, your smile growing.

“I’m Hayden,” you offered, but of course, she already knew that, you thought as you mentally kicked yourself. “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you, and Marty, too.”

Sydney beamed, her eyes glittering. “Yeah, you, too!” she said. “It isn’t often Barzy brings a girl around the group. Well, honestly… it isn’t ever, actually,” she said with a lighthearted giggle. “You must be pretty special.”

You breathed a chuckle and swiped your tongue along your bottom lip, lost for words.

Sydney must have sensed your unease, because after a beat, she gave your upper arm a light squeeze and nodded her head toward the escalators leading to the suite level.

“C’mon, I’ll show ya where we’re sitting,” she said. “I’m starving. I think I want a pretzel with cheese. Are you hungry? They have the most incredible nachos up there, just wait…”

And as Sydney rambled on about the delicacies to be found in the family suite, your anxieties about meeting the people there suddenly shrunk, and you found yourself thinking that you were going to like this “Syd.”

_____

The game was a blowout.

New York beat Ottawa 6-1, and Mat had a goal and three assists, not to mention the night’s second star. You had held your own in the family box, and Sydney had been the perfect guide — introducing you to the kindest of the guys’ partners and avoiding the ones that side-eyed you standoffishly, whispering in your ear that so-and-so had dated two NHLers in the past, and so-and-so and her boyfriend were constantly on and off, and that Syd didn’t expect them to be around for long, so don’t worry about them. You mostly spent the evening nodding along politely to various conversations, giggling at Sydney’s over-the-top antics, and making small talk with some of the veterans’ wives. They all seemed relieved to know that you were familiar with the hockey world and, therefore, had at least a hint of what you were (potentially) getting yourself into.

But one thing you hadn’t expected? When Syd turned to you a few minutes after the game ended and said, “Oh! Matt just texted me. He said Barzy wants me to bring you downstairs.”

You swallowed your last sip of beer, hard.

“Downstairs?” you asked softly after a long pause.

“Uh huh!” Sydney nodded emphatically, tucking her phone into her Louis Vuitton bag and patting your knee. “He probably wants to introduce you to some of the boys. Don’t worry,” she said with a nonchalant wave of her hand, doing her best to calm your nerves.

You nodded slowly and reached for your own, much less expensive, bag. “O-okay.”

Ten minutes later, you were in the depths of the Coliseum in a lounge across from the locker room, Sydney chatting away about how when playoffs start, you’ll have to join her and the other girls for tailgating in the parking lot before the game, because it’s such a blast, and it’s a lot easier to watch your significant other knock the shit out of someone (or get the shit knocked out of him) when you’re tipsy. You stayed noncommittal, all the while questioning in your mind whether Mat would even want you around once playoffs started.

But you didn’t have long to dwell on that, because a moment later, the locker room door swung open, and two tall, broad, light brown-haired men stepped through it, Mat close on their heels. You could have sworn you heard him sharply whisper “please don’t embarrass me” before they crossed the hallway, but then again, maybe that was just in your head, because immediately after, Mat gave you a huge smile and stepped forward to pull you in for a hug.

“Hey!” he greeted warmly, then completely caught you off guard by pecking your lips, right there in front of half a dozen of his teammates and their partners.

You touched your fingertips to your lips, feeling them buzzing at the unexpected contact. You recovered as quickly as you could and smiled back at him, lost in the way he looked in his sharp grey suit and in how he smelled fresh out of the shower.

“Hi,” you said quietly.

And just as you studied Mat’s appearance, he was studying yours — taking in your royal blue blazer, the way your light-wash jeans hugged your curves perfectly, and, of course, admiring the Manolo Blahniks you’d scrimped and saved for two years to purchase.

“Nice shoes,” Mat commented, winking flirtatiously. You giggled, his words echoing the very first he had ever spoken to you back in the coffee shop. “Seriously, though, you look beautiful, Hayden,” he added.

Your cheeks warmed, and you tucked your hair behind your ear as you glanced down at your feet.

“Thanks, Maty,” you said quietly. “You look great, too.”

With an appreciative nod, he pressed his hand to your lower back and guided you nearer to the men accompanying him, who had already greeted their significant others — Syd kissing Matt, and Grace, you remembered, hugging her husband, whose name you couldn’t quite recall.

“Well, Hayd, you know Syd and Grace now, but I want to introduce you to their husbands, Marty and Anders,” Mat said, motioning toward them. “Anders is our captain, and Marty’s like my team dad.”

You giggled at that, glancing up at Mat fondly before focusing back on his teammates and extending your arm.

“It’s so nice to meet you both,” you said, shaking their hands.

“You, too,” Anders said. “I’m glad you came out tonight.”

“Yeah, Barzy won’t shut up about you, and now we see what all the fuss is about,” Marty said, laughing at his own joke as Sydney poked him in the ribs playfully.

“What’s this about Barzy not shutting up?” you heard from behind the wall of well-dressed men in front of you, before an icy blue-eyed man stepped forward. Mat rolled his eyes.

“And this is Tito,” Mat said, waving his arm toward the man you knew to be his close friend. “Don’t let him fool you — he doesn’t ever shut up, either.”

Tito smirked at that and held out his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, Hayden,” he said kindly. “You’ll have to come back — you must’ve been our good luck charm tonight.”

You shook your head shyly. “No, no, I can’t take the credit,” you insisted. “That was all you guys. But yes, it’s so nice to meet you, too, Tito.”

Tito smiled, looking between you and Mat, and before Tito could offer a response, Mat spoke into your ear.

“I got us a reservation at this place nearby,” he said, his low tone making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. “I don’t wanna rush you, but we should probably get going. Besides, hopefully this is far from the last opportunity you’ll have to hear my friends chirp me.”

You smiled up at Mat, admiring the way his still-damp hair fell perfectly around his sculpted face, and nodded.

“Sure, let’s go,” you told him.

_____

“Okay, favoriiite... NFL team.”

“Seahawks," Mat answered. "Since Seattle’s not far from Coquitlam, you know?”

You nodded. “Plus Russell Wilson and Ciara are everything.”

“Everything,” he agreed dramatically, knocking his knuckles on the table for emphasis. “What about you?”

“Oh, Pats all the way,” you proclaimed, sitting back in your chair. “The day Brady signed with the Bucs was top five worst days of my life,” you added emphatically.

Mat clucked his tongue. “Awww, poor baby,” he said teasingly, throwing you a wink. You rolled your eyes.

“Okay, okay, your turn. Next question,” you said, reaching across the table for his hand, tracing the veins there with your fingertips as Mat beamed at you, unable to think immediately of another inquiry as he was too distracted by your soothing touch.

Finally, he cleared his throat. “Alright, uh,” he began. “How about... oh, what was your favorite movie as a kid?”

A faraway smile spread slowly across your lips as you looked just past Mat, recalling laying on the floor of your den back in Maine, Nick by your side as you watched the same VHS tape over and over again.

“You’ve probably never heard of it,” you started, shaking your head. “But, uh, it was called Brave Little Toaster.”

Mat stilled.

“Shut up,” he deadpanned.

Your brows pulled together, puzzled. “What?”

Mat chuckled in disbelief. “Brave Little Toaster was my favorite movie as a kid.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You’re lying,” you accused.

Mat put up his hands in innocence.

“Swear!” he insisted. “You can call my sister right now. We watched it every day for years.”

You could only grin stupidly. “Us, too,” you told him. “Sequels weren’t that good, though,” you added, taking a sip of your wine.

Mat nodded, looking pleased with that assessment, and thought not for the first time that night about how easy this all felt with you. How right. From the simplest thing to the most important.

“No, no, they were trash,” he laughed. “Brave Little Toaster Goes to Mars, and, uh... shit, what was the other one… uh, Brave Little Toaster…”

“To The Rescue,” you finished, Mat echoing the last word before you both fell into a fit of giggles.

“I cannot believe we have this much in common, Maty,” you said when you finally caught your breath.

“Yeah, pretty crazy, right?” Mat said. You nodded as he reached for his gin and tonic. “Feels like I’ve met my other half,” he said.

You pressed your lips together in an attempt to hide your shy smile, dropping your gaze to your lap. From across the table, Mat squeezed your hand. Then, a voice piped up from behind you.

“I hate to interrupt…”

You turned in your seat to find the maître d' leaning toward you, an apologetic look in his eyes.

“We’re going to be closing, so I just wanted to ask—”

“Oh, god, did we close the place down?!” you asked apprehensively, glancing around the room to discover that, indeed, you and Mat were the last two in the room.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” Mat said, flustered. “I didn't even realize. We’ll get out of your hair. I’m so sorry, sir. Really.”

The man shook his head in understanding and left the table as the waiter approached with the bill.

Suddenly, your stomach dropped. You couldn’t even fathom how much two steak dinners and drinks for the both of you would cost at a place like this. You felt guilty for agreeing to come here instead of suggesting something less extravagant, and you braced yourself as you waited for Mat to make some noise of disgust at the number on the check, just like you’d been used to at the end of date nights for so long.

But, it never came. Mat simply tucked a few bills into the fold, and looked back up at you with a smile and a contented sigh.

“You ready?” he asked easily.

You nodded. “I’m ready for anything with you.”

Mat jutted out his chin proudly and came around to pull out your chair. With his hand gently resting on the small of your back, he guided you to the valet station in front of the restaurant while you waited for his car to be brought around. All the while, Mat felt his heart thudding against his ribcage as he contemplated his next move.

Unaware of his internal struggle, you turned to him with a smirk as you awaited the car’s arrival, and you slipped your hands into his jacket pockets as you leaned into his chest.

“My hands are cold,” you explained simply, while Mat nodded, thinking that there was no better feeling than you reaching out for him. He only wanted to be near to you, ever, always, which brought him to finally posing his long anticipated inquiry.

“Hey, uh…” Mat began, clearing his throat nervously. “I was thinkin’, maybe you’d wanna come over to my place, like, maybe for the night? Honestly I just… I just wanna spend as much time with you as I can, especially since we’ve got another roadie coming up. And I’d love to just curl up on the couch with you, maybe watch a movie—“

“Yes,” you answered softly, but firmly. You had never been more certain that yes, you wanted to go home with this person. Right now.

Mat was caught off guard by your confident answer, and he smiled down at you in disbelief.

“You sure?” he asked. “There’s no pressure, Hayd. I know this is moving fast and all.”

You nodded. “It is,” you concurred. “But it feels… good. It feels right. And I wanna come home with you, Maty.”

Mat grinned from ear to ear and grasped your face with both his hands, kissing you deeply just as his car pulled up to the curb. He took your hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Let’s go then.”

_____

You did spend the night at Mat's that night, and the next night, and the one after that. But the one after that, Mat wasn’t around, and was instead in Raleigh for the first half of a two-game road trip. So, you were surprised when, while you were watching the game, you heard your doorbell ring. Frowning, you jogged to your door and hit the intercom.

“Hello?”

“Yeah, Miss Parker?”

“This is she.”

“Got a delivery for you. Says it’s from an ‘M. Barzal’?”

You smirked, tucking your chin to your chest.

“I’ll be right down.”

Seconds later, you were bounding down the stairs to meet the delivery person, who stood on your building’s front steps holding a stout bouquet of full, white peonies. You thanked them as you took the bouquet in your hands, staring down at it wistfully as you closed the door behind you. Not bothering to wait until you were back in your apartment to read the note, you pulled the card from the envelope tucked within the bouquet.

Hayd,

Pretty flowers for my pretty girl. Be home soon. Don’t forget about me.

MB

_____

“Baby sis!”

You heard your brother’s booming voice on the other end of the line three days later, sounding a bit distant. By that and the sound of papers shuffling, you knew he had you on speaker at his office. “What’s up, Hayd?”

You smiled at his eternally effervescent tone.

“Hi, Nicky,” you greeted. “Oh, nothing much.” Lie. “Just wanted to give you a call and check in.”

“Aww, I’m flattered,” Nick replied. “But you know that I know you better than anybody else, right? I can tell by your voice that you’ve got something to say. What’s goin’ on? Lay it on me.”

You bit your bottom lip. Damn him. Even all the way from Boston, he could still read you like a book. You couldn’t help the girlish giggle that escaped you as you admitted, “Okay, okay. I wanted to tell you that I, uh... I met somebody.”

You could practically hear his eyebrows shoot up over the phone.

“Really?” Nick drawled, lengthening both syllables dramatically. You rolled your eyes at his theatrics, but still, you beamed.

“Really,” you confirmed. “Somebody you’d, uh... somebody you’d actually probably recognize.”

“What do you mean? You cop yourself an attorney or what?”

“No,” you responded, fussing with the frayed hem of your cropped sweater. “No, not quite—“

“What, a Yankee then?”

Your eyes widened at his surprisingly accurate interruption. He was more on the nose than he knew.

“Well... not a Yankee, but...”

“Shut up,” he cut you off once more. “A Met? A Jet?”

You bit at the skin around your polished plum fingernails before you spat out, “An Islander.”

Silence. Then, a bellow.

“What?!”

That was Nick. Ever the thespian.

“It’s Mat Barzal, Nicky,” you answered matter-of-factly. “Like something out of a goddamn rom-com, I met him in a coffee shop about a month ago, and we’re… we’re dating. He’s my boyfriend.” You uttered the last words of your statement with an astonished laugh. It still seemed too good to be true just in your own head — telling someone else made you sound certifiably crazy, even to your own ears.

“I- … how... Jesus! What?!” Nick sputtered. “Hayden! What the fuck! Well, ‘m happy for you, but I’m just… I think I’m in shock right now.”

You groaned with a pained chuckle.

“I know. I’ve been in shock this entire time,” you concurred. “But Mat, he’s… he’s amazing. It sounds so cliché, but he’s just such a normal guy. He’s super polite, funny, thoughtful—“

“Plus he’s an absolute man rocket,” Nick added enthusiastically.

You put a hand to your forehead, rolling your eyes once more.

“Spoken like a true former hockey player,” you commented.

Quickly moving on from your remark, Nick asked, “So, when do Annie and I get to meet him? Seen him on the ice for years but I gotta make sure he’s good enough for my baby sis.”

You smiled warmly at his often-used term of endearment and replied, “Well, yeah. That’s kinda the main reason I wanted to talk to you. He plays the B’s next weekend, on Sunday, at the Garden. The game’s at 1, I think, so… uh… he got us tickets — three tickets. He wants me and you and Annie to go to the game and then he wants us all to go out together—“

“Done,” your brother spoke up firmly before you could even finish. You beamed at his confirmation, despite the fact that he had interrupted you for what felt like the hundredth time in your three-minute call.

“Really?” you asked, scrunching your nose tentatively. “I know you guys are really busy, especially with wedding planning and stuff, and I’d totally understand—“

“Hayden, stop,” Nick spoke sternly. “Seriously. It’s no problem. Sundays are good for us. Besides, even if I did have plans, I’d cancel them for this. Meeting my sister’s new boyfriend is a big deal.”

Absentmindedly, you nodded, though he couldn’t see it.

“Well, thank you, Nicky. It means a lot. I’ll let Mat know you can make it. He’ll be so excited,” you told your brother happily.

“Awesome,” Nick replied warmly. “So what about Mom and Dad? They haven’t met the kid yet, have they?”

You snorted. “Nicky, you’re only two years older than him,” you pointed out. “You can’t call him a kid.”

“Sure I can!” he insisted. “He’s dating my kid sister — that makes him a kid to me.”

You sighed, amused.

“Whatever. But no, they have not met him yet,” you said. “That’ll happen soon enough, you know? I mean, you know how Dad can be — he can come off as kinda gruff, even though you and I know he’s a teddy bear. And Mom, she’s just gonna fall in love with him, and I’m not ready for that just yet.” You chuckled as you heard Nick offer a hum of understanding on the other end of the phone. “Besides, he has a lot of respect for you, and you guys have a lot in common. I just think it would be great for the two of you to meet first,” you said.

“What do you mean he has a lot of respect for me?” Nick asked, sounding puzzled.

One of your brows quirked of its own accord and a smirk stretched across your lips. You’d unwittingly skipped over the best part — the best part for Nick, anyway.

“Oh, I didn’t mention that?” you asked smugly. “He remembered you. The first day we met, I told him my brother played in the Q, he asked my last name… and immediately, he remembered you.”

You heard Nick suck in a breath. “You can’t tell me shit like this, sis,” he said. “Annie always says my ego is already too big as it is, and you just inflated it even more.”

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter, amused by his declaration.

“Well, that’s facts,” you replied. “He remembered the injury, but most of all, he remembered how good you were. He was really glad to hear you’re doing well now.”

“Marry him, or I will,” Nick deadpanned. You could tell he was trying to use humor to mask any emotions your statement had stirred up.

“Oh, Annie would love to hear you say that,” you scoffed, then you glanced at the clock above you. “Listen, I gotta get to the Coli, but I’ll—“

“Oh, my god, my name is Hayden, and my boyfriend is an Islanderrr! I have to get to the Coli to watch him playyy!” your brother mimicked ruthlessly.

You growled at Nick’s playful mocking of you and spat, “Hey, you want these B’s-Isles tickets next weekend or not?”

Immediately, Nick shaped up.

“Just kidding, my darling baby sister! I’ll let you go, and I’ll see you next weekend,” he said.

“Deal. I’ll call you once Mat and I go over the details and stuff,” you promised.

“Sounds good. I’ll talk to ya then. Hey — one more thing,” Nick said hurriedly.

“What’s that?” you inquired as you swung your handbag over your shoulder and grabbed your jacket from the hook in your entryway.

“Are you happy?” Nick asked, his voice more solemn than it had been throughout your entire conversation — more solemn than it almost ever was. Your lips stretched into a slow grin.

“Honestly, Nicky…” you began, a dreamy sigh leaving you as you paused pulling on your jacket. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m super happy.”

You could hear Nick smiling as he replied, “Good. I can tell. You deserve it, Hayd.”

“Thanks,” you answered softly. “It feels really good.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” Nick retorted knowingly. You hummed in agreement and he added, “Alright, I’ll talk to you later. I love you, baby sis.”

“I love you, too, brother,” you replied. “Bye.”

You tapped the red button on your screen to end the call and slipped your jacket the rest of the way over your shoulders as you headed for the door. Just as you reached for the knob, your phone dinged with a text alert.

MB 😍: See you after the game, beautiful. Sushi and sleepover at my place tonight? Up to you. Just let me know 😘

You felt your cheeks warm as a smile stretched across your face, grinning like an idiot at your phone as you had every day for the last month — not that you cared. In fact, it was a welcome change from the sighs and eye rolls you used to emit when reading texts from your last significant other. You felt grateful for this new beginning, this flood of long-dormant feelings you didn’t know you’d ever feel again.

Your fingers flew easily across the keyboard as you typed your response: Sounds perfect. Count me in. Good luck, baby 💋

Within seconds, as you pulled the door closed and headed for the parking garage, his reply lit up your screen.

MB 😍: 🥰

Yeah, you couldn’t have said it better yourself.

_____

The next weekend after dinner, Nick stood with his arm wrapped around Annie’s shoulders, waving goodbye as he watched you and Mat turn and walk down the sidewalk in front of the restaurant hand in hand. Annie squeezed Nick’s waist as he sighed.

“What’s the matter?” Annie asked with a soft smile.

Nick shook his head.

“Nothin’,” he said. “Absolutely nothing is the matter. That kid is… I mean, he’s somethin’ else, huh?”

Annie chuckled thoughtfully.

“He really is,” she agreed. “I’ve known your sister since she was a kid, and I’ve never seen her so giddy as she was today with him.”

“Yeah, me either,” Nick said, his voice sounding far away. “I feel like… I dunno, I feel like this might be the real thing. I know it sounds crazy to say that already.”

Annie grinned, leaning her head against his shoulder. “I don’t think it’s crazy,” she said. “I think they’re really in love.”

Nick breathed a laugh through his nose, shaking his head. “Who woulda thought? My sister and an Islander. Shit.”

_____

“Don’t freak out,” Mat spoke, an anxious smirk on his face as his eyes glimmered.

“Maty!” you whined. “You’re scaring me. What the hell is it?” you asked, your eyes landing once more on the white box tied with a blue satin ribbon.

“Just open it,” Mat instructed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees as you studied him cautiously.

You shook your head, wondering what on earth he was up to, but pulled the ribbon to loosen the bow nonetheless. You pulled the top of the box off and peeled away the tissue paper beneath to reveal a denim jacket, the name “BARZAL” and the number 13 embroidered in blue and orange on the back, along with an Isles logo, a blue heart, and plenty of gemstones.

You silently looked toward Mat, who gazed at you expectantly.

“It’s a WAG jacket,” he explained. “You’ve probably seen some of the girls wear them to games.”

You nodded slowly, unable to think of even a single-word response. You knew what it was. You just couldn’t believe it was yours.

You looked back down to the jacket, then finally back at Mat. He moved from his seat on the couch to sit beside you on the loveseat, taking your hand.

“Listen, I know it’s still really early on, but, I… it just felt like a no brainer to me, Hayd,” he said, his words rushed. “You totally don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to — there’s no pressure. But with the playoffs coming up, Syd asked me if I wanted to have one made for you, and I said I did. I didn’t know if I should clear it with you first, but I wanted to surprise you with it, so I—”

“You… you want me to wear this to games?” you interrupted, your brows furrowed.

Mat’s own face contorted with confusion.

“Y-yeah… yeah, of course I do, baby,” he said. “You’re my girlfriend. And I want people to know it.”

You tried to hide your unsureness under a tight smile as you ran your fingers along the decals adorning the jacket, trailing your touch down the seams. You weren’t sure if you would ever get used to being someone that your significant other was proud of and wanted to show off to the world. Past that, you couldn’t believe that Mat had purchased this for you on his own, with no strings attached — just by looking at the custom item, you knew it had been far from cheap. Every day, Mat made you feel like the most special person in the world, and sometimes you weren’t sure why he bothered, or why he’d chosen you when he could have literally anyone else.

But instead of voicing what your insecurities and your past traumas were screaming at you, you simply decided to take Mat at his word — something you’d been working hard on since the start of this relationship. You flashed a million dollar smile and threw your arms around his neck.

“Thank you, Maty,” you whispered into his ear. You felt his arms tighten around you, his hands gently caressing your back. “This means so much to me.”

Mat smiled over your shoulder and kissed your temple.

“It means everything that you wanna wear it,” he told you, pulling back. “I can’t wait to see you in it.”

You beamed and glanced back down at the garment.

“You want me to try it on?” you asked excitedly, like a little kid just home from a back-to-school shopping spree.

Mat nodded, smiling. “I would love for you to try it on,” he assured.

You wasted no time pulling the jacket from the box and lifting it up. You put one arm into the first sleeve, and Mat guided the other arm after it. Upon closer inspection, you could see your own name embroidered into the wrist of the left sleeve, along with a date in matching script on the other sleeve.

“What’s this?” you asked, smoothing your finger along the thread as you held out your arm to Mat.

The corners of his lips ticked upward into a smile. “The day we met,” he said simply.

You met his eyes and immediately leaned in, grasping his face in one hand as you kissed him, overwhelmed by his constant thoughtfulness.

“Thank you,” you repeated, and Mat only nodded. He took your hands and squeezed.

“Stand up, show me,” he insisted.

You giggled and obliged, doing a little spin with your arms outstretched as Mat laughed.

“Wow, baby, it looks great on you,” he said, in awe. “I absolutely love it. Do you like it?”

You nodded, biting at your bottom lip.

“It’s perfect,” you said, smoothing your hands along the fabric. “I’m definitely wearing it to the next game.”

Mathew nodded, pleased to hear your declaration, and crooked his finger, inviting you closer. You stepped forward, rested your knees on the couch on either side of his lap, and looped your arms around his neck. Mathew began to peck at your lips, jaw, and neck playfully.

“You look,” kiss, “so good,” kiss, “with my name,” kiss, “on your back,” kiss, followed by a mischievous squeeze to your butt.

You felt heat rise from your chest, up your neck, to your face, and you leaned back to rid yourself of the jacket and carefully toss it onto the back of the couch, causing Mat to pout his lips.

You shook your head, placing your index finger to his pucker.

“For what I have planned to say thank you, I’m not gonna wanna be wearing anything nice,” you told him, removing your finger to kiss his lips.

Mat raised his eyebrows and hummed his approval.

“How about not wearing anything at all?” he asked, cockiness in his tone as he tugged at your t-shirt. Following his cues, you removed it from your body and tossed it onto the floor.

“Whatever you say, Barzal,” you said, though Mat was too focused on your lacy bra to think of a response.

Instead, he hoisted you over his shoulder as you squealed with laughter, hauling you to the bedroom and leaving the denim jacket to be worn another day.

[scented-morker]

h o t e l k e y

1.6k words chenle x fem!reader fluff, humour, suggestive based off of the song “hotel key” by old dominion (ik ik a country song gross)

“it makes her think of me, and that night we left our hearts on our sleeves and our clothes all over the floor”

You find yourself releasing yet another deep sigh as your father beckons you from across the ballroom, but you still put in your brightest smile as you make your way through the heavy throng of people, preparing to be introduced to yet another business associate who's name you'll forget way before the end of the night.

"This is my daughter, Y/N"

He was already gesturing and introducing you by the time you made it to the place next to him, and you accepted the hand of the older man standing in front of you.

"Oh she's grown very well, such a pretty girl"

"You aren't the only one to think so, she was recently crowned Queen of the Seoul Pageant, you're looking at a future Miss Korea"

You tried to keep yourself from cringing as your father blatantly boasted about you, hoping the other man would pretend not to notice.

He didn't, instead he did something even worse.

"Oh that's great, my son is about the same age, he just performed his third concert at the Golden Hall of Vienna"

You could see your father controlling his face as to not appear impressed, but when the other man turned around to find his son, you got the pointed look you knew meant 'be better than whatever his child is'.

The man turns back around and you pretend to pay attention while he introduces his son who isn't there yet, the exact same thing your father did.

At the end of his sentence a boy your age approaches, and it might be the first time you've actually been interested in something going on all night.

Because my goodness, he is gorgeous.

"Chenle, this is Mr.Y/L/N"

He shakes your fathers hand and you can't spot a single thing he does that is less than perfect.

"I was just telling him about your concert a few weeks ago"

There's a flicker of something in his eyes and you think maybe he feels the same thing as you, though he quickly recovers into the golden boy he's expected to be.

"Oh I hope you weren't bragging, it wasn't anything that special"

"Now don't be so humble Mr.Chenle, that is very impressive"

You laid on the charm you knew your father wanted, and his short nod of confirmation validated your thoughts.

It seemed that Chenle hadn't noticed you until the words left your mouth, and his eyes seemed to shine when he did.

"You are very beautiful Miss.L/N"

"She's going to be Miss Korea"

You made sure only Chenle could see your small eye roll as your fathers launched into another round of 'my-child-is-better-than-yours".

"How about I get the lovely lady a drink?"

Both of your fathers seem thrilled by the idea, and you weren't going to pass on an opportunity to get away, so you politely nodded and let him lead you away.

"You are an angel, thank you for saving me from that conversation"

He laughed at your immediate character switch, "I hope you weren't there for too long before I got there to save you".

"Doesn't even matter, as long as we're safe now"

He laughed at your dramatic phrasing, walking straight past the bar and towards the front door.

"You wanna get out of here"

"I thought you'd never ask"

He pulled you along with him out the doors, getting his car from the valet and driving out onto the main road.

You inhaled the scent of lemon and new car while you fiddled with the radio, Chenle tapping his fingers on the arm rest while he spoke out loud about ideas of where you could go.

By the time you pull up to some random fancy hotel, you're both laughing to the point of stomach pain, and you don't know why but you had never felt so comfortable with someone so quickly.

"Hello I'd like an executive suite"

You zoned out while he spoke to the woman at the counter, and was only pulled back in when he wrapped his arms around you and yanked you towards his body.

You looked up with wide eyes, but a quick scan of the scene told you what was going on, and your eyes narrowed at where the female worker had her hand still hovering over Chenle's chest, obviously having just been removed from an attempt at flirting. The current contact you had with the boy and the two pairs of eyes on you told you that he had used you as a cover, and he had obviously said something, something they were both waiting for you to respond to.

"I'm pregnant"

They both looked at you, the woman's eyes wide with horror, Chenle's wide with bewilderment, probably at why that was your panicked response.

You looked up to meet his eyes and you both immediately broke into loud laughs, Chenle swiping the key cards from the counter as you both ran towards the first hallway, his hand holding yours the entire way.

When you finally stepped out of the elevator and made it to your suite, there were tears dried on your face from laughing so hard, and Chenle was still teasing you.

"I'm pregnant," his words were once again cut off by his laughter and you smacked his chest as you inserted the card into the door and yanked it open, throwing yourself onto the bed while he came in still laughing.

He tossed himself next to you, turning onto his side and propping his chin on his hand to looks at your face.

"I told her that we had just gotten married and needed a room" he wiggled his eyebrows as you laughed, mirroring his actions as you turned to look at him in the same manner.

"Well I said I was pregnant, so at least she won't get the wrong idea about what we're doing up here"

"Oh yeah? What do you think she's thinking?"

His voice gets softer and he leans in towards your face, to the point where your lips are only centimeters away.

"You know"

"No I don't think I do?"

"The devils tango. The sideways salsa. The no pants dance. Hanky panky"

He had lost it by the first euphemism, but you kept going, although making him laugh that hard while being so close proved to be a bad idea, and you felt his head hit yours before you had the chance to move away.

"I was going to kiss you but after that I don't think I want to"

He barely got the words out between his laughs and you acted offended, although disappointment was the real emotion you were feeling.

"Why? Because I'm too funny?"

"Yeah, uh-huh that's totally it"

He had finished his laughing fit and was able to speak clearly, a smile on his face while he rolled his eyes, continuing his path back to your lips.

You were barely a millimeter apart when your phone started ringing, both of your groans echoing throughout the room while you blindly reached for the device.

"Where are you? I cant find you and Chenle's father seems to not be able to locate him either. You better be making smart decisions. I'll let you go this time but we've got another party next week and you will be there the entire time"

Your fathers voice was loud through the phone, and you were sure Chenle heard every word.

"Ugh" you let out an angry groan as the voicemail finished, throwing the device somewhere across the room.

"Why do they always do this?"

Chenle got a similar text from his father, and now both of you were mad, knees touching as you sat angrily on the hotel bed.

"What do you think they'd do if we just ran away?"

He looked at you in amusement, not a single ounce of surprise in his gaze.

"I've thought about it, leave the city"

"Maybe the country" you added, and chenle let out a melodic laugh, content to sit in some random hotel with you and talk about running away together.

But that wasn't what you wanted right now.

Right now the thought on both of your minds was to make you fathers mad.

“You better kiss me before we get interrupted again”

You don’t have to tell him twice, within a second his lips are crashing into yours, tongues clashing and hands grabbing at whatever they can reach, both of you trying to contain your smiles at the feeling of freedom.

When you woke up the next day the alarm on the side table read 3:00 and a laugh left you mouth as you woke up the boy next to you.

“Chenle we were supposed to check out three hours ago”

His eyes widen but he joins in your laughter anyway, both rushing around the room to locate your belongings.

The same check in lady at the desk from yesterday glares at you as you run through the halls, and since you paid yesterday you thankfully don’t have to speak to her, Chenle just throwing the key card down on the front desk and running with you in his arms towards his car.

He was too busy dismissing calls from his father and screaming along with the radio to notice the way you slipped the other key card into your small purse.

“we both know we can’t open the door no more, but she kept the hotel key”

[escapewithbts]

Forgetful - Seokjin

———————————————

You sat at the two person table by yourself just staring mindlessly at the menu. You could probably recite the whole entree list by heart at this point.

The dimly lit restaurant was crowded and filled with noises; dishes clanking, people laughing, the soft tune of music. It would have been the perfect atmosphere… had you not been there alone.

 You sighed and glanced at your beautiful (and expensive) watch… one of the many gifts given to you by your boyfriend last Christmas.

 It was 8:43. Your reservation had been for 43 minutes ago.

 “Excuse me,” the perfect-looking hostess came up to you for the third time and spoke to you in Korean, “but we are super busy, as you can probably tell, and if you’re not going to order then we really need your table.”

 You frowned and glanced down at your phone. Still no texts or missed calls.

 “I know, I’m so sorry, can I just wait until nine? I don’t know why he’s taking so long, I’m sure he’s on his way…”

 “So you’ve said,” she replied with a fake smile, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder and walking away.

 Wow rude, much?

 You stared at your phone, your vision becoming blurry from the tears forming in your eyes. You hoped everything was okay with him. And you couldn’t help but wonder if he forgot.

 You scrolled through his texts, the last from this morning around 10:30am saying he was beginning the shoot for the latest Run BTS! Episode and he would see you later. You assumed that meant here.

But he never showed.

 You touched his contact to give him a call, but again it just rang and rang until you were again met with the automatic voicemail. You sighed and typed him another text.

Hey I’m leaving the restaurant now. I hope you’re okay. Please call or text when you get this.

 Then you grabbed your things, stood up and walked towards the exit of the restaurant.

 “Oh my god, it’s about time she left,” you heard the hostess whisper to someone as you walked passed her podium, “She claimed to be meeting a member of BTS here for dinner!”

 Her snickering was the last thing you heard as you pushed open the door and went back out into the warm Seoul night.

By the time you made it home to your and Jin’s shared apartment you were exhausted and your feet absolutely ached from the heels you were wearing. You unlocked the door and went inside, immediately removing them and rubbing your swollen soles.

All of a sudden, you heard noises coming from the living room. Jin was home?

When you turned the corner there he was, sitting on the couch, laughing at some show playing on the tv and eating ramen from a bowl on his lap.

Your heart sank. He was okay. So what you had feared was true after all. He just forgot.

Forgot your one-year anniversary dinner.

“Oh hi, (y/n)-ah!” he exclaimed when he finally noticed you standing there, a heap of noodles dangling out of his mouth.

He swallowed them and continued,

“Wow, you look really pretty! Did you go out with your friends?”

Your eyes instantly welled up with tears and a couple fell down your cheeks before you could stop them. You tried to swipe them away abruptly with the back of your hand but Jin still noticed.

“Jagi, what’s wrong?”

He set his bowl on the coffee table in front of him and rose from his seat on the couch to walk over to you.

He reached his arms out to hold you, but you instantly stepped back to avoid his embrace.

He cocked his head and furrowed his eyebrows confusingly, his large red lips turning into a frown.

“Jagiya? Is everything okay?”

You sniffled and glared at him.

“So you just don’t check your phone anymore?”

He immediately reached into the front pocket of his trousers and pulled it out.

“Aiishh it must have still been on silent from the shoot today. I’m sorry if I missed-”

He stopped mid sentence as he finally observed all your missed calls and read your texts.

His face fell.

“Oh… fuck. (y/n). Shit.”

He looked up at you, an expression of worry and guilt evident on his handsome face.

“(y/n), jagi, I’m so so so sorry. Fuck! I-I completely forgot. I got caught up with work and- ”

You put your hand up to silence him.

“I don’t want to hear it, Seokjin.”

He winced. He knew you only called him by his full first name on two occasions: one when you were really really pissed at him, the other when he was making really really good love to you… and right now it certainly was not the latter.

You brushed passed him and headed toward the hallway. You were tired and hurt, and now to top it all off you had a massive headache. All you wanted to do at this point was take a shower, go to bed and forget this evening ever happened.

But you heard Jin follow you toward your shared bedroom.

“(y/n), please, I’m really sorry. I know there aren’t any excuses. I fucked up. I really, really fucked up.”

You scoffed, not turning back to face him.

“Yeah, you think?”

He paused in thought for a moment.

“Well, what if-what if we celebrate now? I can cook you up some really delicious food, all your favorite foods from home! And-and we can light some candles, have dinner, spend the whole rest of the night together…”

You stopped in the bedroom doorway and swung your whole body around to face him again.

“No. It’s too late, Jin. I waited at the restaurant for an hour for you. I’m exhausted, okay? I just want to go to bed,” you paused, “So please. Just leave me alone.”

Jin’s shoulders fell in defeat as his gaze went to the floor. His arm lifted to scratch the back of his neck.

“O-okay,” he whispered.

Then he squinted his eyes tightly shut, and that was the last thing you saw as you let the bedroom door close in his face.

The warm shower felt amazing on your body, but you couldn’t help the thoughts that plagued your mind while in there. Jin had forgotten arguably the most important date in a relationship. What was next? Your birthday? The next anniversary? It made you feel like your relationship wasn’t important to him, like you were an afterthought. It hurt your heart.

Once you were clean and out of the shower, you changed into a pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. Your head still ached immensely; you had hoped the shower would have fixed that, but all that overthinking had only made it worse. You knew Jin usually kept some pain medication in his nightstand for when his body was sore after a particularly grueling day of dancing, so you proceeded to his side of the bed and sat down on the edge, reaching for the top drawer.

Immediately upon opening it you spotted a red envelope, “My (y/n)” written across the top in Jin’s messy handwriting. You hesitated for a second whether or not to investigate it, but ultimately, with a shaky hand, you pulled it out. You took a deep breath before opening it and removing the card inside.

In an elegant font, the front of the card read ‘Happy Anniversary to the one I want to annoy for the rest of my days’, and written on the inside ‘Hey, that’s you!’.

You couldn’t help but stifle out a small chuckle, accompanied with an eye roll, of course. It was so Jin. Your Jin.

Your eyes then scanned his handwritten message next.

Jagiya,

 Congratulations! You have been chosen by WWH Worldwide Handsome Kim Seokjin himself as the person who gets to be annoyed by him for the rest of your life! Don’t you feel so honored? It’s a coveted position, there’s only one spot, and you got it! We’ll talk about the details later 😉

No, but seriously, my (y/n), thank you for putting up with me for a whole year. I know I can be pretty obnoxious, silly, stupid, goofy, forgetful (ha, he got that one right for sure), busy and sometimes moody, but you have stuck with me through it all and I appreciate it. You are so special and I hope you know how lucky I feel to have you. You’re so supportive and patient and kind. I can’t wait to share many more anniversaries with you.

All my love,

Jin

You clutched the card to your chest, tears streaming down your face again. But this time you weren’t upset. You were touched. His words definitely didn’t excuse what he did (or rather didn’t do) this evening, but at least you knew how he truly felt about you. He really did love you. Your heart suddenly felt full.

You stood up, holding the card tightly, opening the bedroom door to go find him.

 “Jin?” you yelled down the hall. But, to your surprise, he was right outside the bedroom doorway, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, his long legs spread out in front of him, his phone in his hands.

“Jin I-“

But he quickly stood up and turned his phone to face you.

“Jagiya, look I downloaded an app where you can save all your important dates! And you can set it up for reminders days, even weeks beforehand! So I put in today, of course, and your birthday, but please don’t think I would ever forget that, and the day we went on our first date, the day I first cooked for you, the day-“

He stopped speaking when you suddenly stood on your tip toes and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. He immediately wrapped his around your lower back and squeezed you into him.

 “I’m just so sorry, jagi.” he mumbled into your hair.

You nodded against his broad shoulder.

“I know.”

You pulled away and presented the card.

“I found this.”

Jin’s ears promptly turned bright red and he closed his eyes tightly. Then he put his head in his hands.

“Aiissh, it’s so cheesy, I’m sorry.”

You placed your hand on his upper arm, making him glance back down at you.

“No, Jinnie, not at all. It’s perfect. I loved it.”

He smiled, wrinkles forming at the sides of his eyes.

“See? I didn’t completely forget! I knew it was coming up. I just didn’t exactly remember when we were going to dinner and I should have-”

You placed your lips on his in a tender kiss to shut him up again. He pulled you closer to him, so your bodies were completely touching before you broke apart, still attached at the foreheads.

“Mmm Happy One Year Anniversary, my (y/n)-ah,” he breathed out.

You nuzzled your face into his strong neck.

“Happy Anniversary, my Worldwide Handsome.”

*

Masterlist

Hehe

[btsqualityy]

Back To Sleep

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Established relationship, Smut

Warnings: oral sex, dirty talk (like, it gets nasty), choking, I guess some Dom/sub undertones if you squint, creampie

Sighing heavily, Yoongi pushed open the front door to his new apartment, stepping inside and quickly shutting the door behind him. Toeing off his shoes, he set his bag down by the front door and hung his keys on the special hook that you had hung up by the front door. He rolled his eyes as he did it though, because he specially told you that he thought it was ugly but you didn’t listen to him (not that you ever do) and hung it up anyways. 

Once he had slid his feet into his FILA slides, he immediately took off in the direction of the hallway that was just left of the kitchen, eager to get in the shower and wash his day off. 

When he stepped into the bedroom, a soft smile came over his face when he saw you asleep in the bed, curled up on the right side and hugging one of his pillows to your chest. Unable to help himself, he gently paced over to the right side of the bed and leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. With you being somewhat of a light sleeper, you instantly roused from your slumber, your vision slightly blearily as you turned over and looked up at your boyfriend.

“You just get home?” You mumbled quietly and Yoongi nodded. “What time is it?”

“2:25am,” he replied, to which you groaned softly. 

“I thought you’d be home by 11,” you said and he just shrugged sheepishly, remembering how you had texted him to see when he’d be home and how that was the time that he had told you.

“Got caught up,” he smirked softly and you just rolled your eyes. “Go back to sleep though, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Sure, as if kissing someone in their sleep wouldn't wake them up,” you grumbled as you turned over again, and Yoongi just chuckled at how much you sounded like him when he gets woken up unnecessarily.

Deciding to leave you be, he got up and walked into the bathroom. shedding his clothes as he went. He knew that you’d yell at him in the morning for not picking them up and putting them in the hamper, but he couldn’t be damned to care right then. 

Quickly starting up the shower, he hopped inside, making quick work of washing his body and his hair before getting back out. The hot water cascading over his body had helped to relax him and it was only then that he realized just how tired he really was from being in the studio all day. This made it exceptionally harder for him to actually get dressed in some pajamas pants and a t-shirt than it should have, but that’s neither here nor there.

After throwing his towel in the hamper, he turned off the bathroom light and walked back out into the bedroom, chuckling to himself when he saw that you had managed to fall asleep and change positions in the bed, now laying on your stomach with one of your legs thrown over onto his side of the bed. However, as he moved closer to the bed, his breath hitched in his throat when he caught the full picture.

Moving onto your stomach had caused the large jersey that you were wearing to sleep in (which was Yoongi’s) to ride up on your body, which showcased your lower half and showed Yoongi that you weren’t wearing any panties underneath.

He had to take a deep breath when he saw it because logically, he knew that you probably had to work in the morning and he shouldn’t wake you up just because his cock was starting to get hard. On the other hand though, the two of you hadn’t been able to spend much time together given both of you working all the time and moving into this new apartment, and he missed you. Plus, his cock was starting to get hard. 

Deciding to just throw caution to the wind, Yoongi slowly climbed onto the bed from the bottom, gently laying the top half of his body down so that he was in between your open legs. Taking a good look at your pussy, he could’ve moaned aloud when he saw that you were freshly shaved. Slightly extending his neck, he let his tongue loll out of his mouth and take a gentle swipe at your clit. Taking a quick glance upwards and seeing that you hadn’t moved, he took another lick at you, not hesitating at all this time before he went in for a third. 

Yoongi loved eating your pussy. You were always so wet for him and when you were actually awake, you made the cutest fucking noises when he buried his face against your folds. He also loved how much of a horny mess you’d turn into when you got really turned on, which always happened whenever he ate you out. 

Striving to wake you up and get you to that point, he slowly dragged his tongue up from your clit and to your entrance, gently poking at it with the tip of his tongue as if he were fucking you with it. 

You began to stir then, the foreign feeling that you were feeling on your lower half unrecognizable in the haze of sleep. When you opened your eyes and lifted your head to look over your shoulder, you groaned when you saw Yoongi between your legs.

“Yoongi, come on,” you grumbled, pausing to bite your lip when his tongue moved back down and licked a wide stripe over your clit. “It’s almost 3am.”

“I know but your pussy just looked so good, I couldn’t resist,” he muttered against you and you rolled your eyes.

“Seriously, I don’t care about you coming home late but I have to be up early for work, ” you whined, starting to lose all the resolve that you had to be mad from how good he was lapping at you. 

“Look, if you really want me to stop, then I will and you know that,” he told you. “But if you let me finish eating your pretty little pussy and then fuck you, you can go back to sleep once I’m done.”

“You’ll make it quick?”

“As much as I can.”

“...And you’ll leave me alone afterwards?” You questioned softly and you felt him hum in agreement against you. “Fine, but I want cuddles too.”

“Anything you want,” he promised, immediately sucking your clit into his mouth afterwards. You sighed in pleasure, letting your head fall back onto your pillow as you laid there and let him do what he wanted. You began to wonder just how long he had been licking at you before you woke up and noticed, because you realized how fucking close you were to coming already.

“Fuck Yoongi,” you whispered, lifting your hips up and gently pushing back against his mouth. Yoongi groaned deeply, bringing his hands up and slamming them down onto your ass cheeks, spanking them. 

“That’s it baby, use my mouth to make yourself come,” he encouraged you and you nodded even though you weren’t sure if he could see, and you lifted your hips some more before you began to move yourself up and down. The feeling of his wet tongue sliding back and forth over your bare clit made you quiver, and you thanked yourself for making the decision to refresh your shave job when you showered earlier. 

“Shit, just like that,” you whimpered, your lower abdomen beginning to tighten as your orgasm wound itself up inside of you. Pushing yourself up onto your elbows, you took your left leg and pulled it up so that your foot was flat on the bed which gave you more leverage to move your hips. The new angle also made you open up more, which only gave Yoongi more area to roam his tongue over. 

“O-Oh,” you moaned brokenly, feeling like you were about to come at any time. Seeing how close you were, Yoongi decided to help you out, taking one of his hands off of your ass and slowly easing his pointer finger inside of you. He plunged it in and out of you as fast as he could, and you found your legs shaking lightly as you began to come. 

“Fuck yes!” You gasped loudly, pushing yourself back onto Yoongi’s mouth and finger with no remorse as you rode out your orgasm. You could feel yourself leaking out onto his finger, and the thought of your essence covering his fingers only turned you on even more. 

“There we go baby,” he cooed gently as you lowered your leg and let your hips fall back onto the bed. He slowly pulled his finger out of you, immediately bringing it up to his mouth and sucking it clean. Turning over onto your side a little, you bite your lip as you set your hand on your ass.

“Come on,” you whined. “Fuck me.”

“Oh, I thought that you were so tired,” Yoongi smirked. 

“I am, but now I’m also horny and you said that you would so do it,” you shot back, reaching out with your left leg and hitting him in the hip with the heel of your foot.

“I will, I will,” he huffed, sitting up onto his knees and pushing his pajama pants down, letting his cock spring free. He moved up so that his body covered yours and you turned back over so that you were fully on your stomach again as you opened your legs wider for him. 

“Ready baby?” He checked and you nodded your head. Taking the base of his cock into his hand, he guided his cock into you, groaning deeply as he slid inside. 

“Fuck,” you huffed as he stretched you out, and it wasn’t until then that you realized just how long it had been since you two had sex. 

“There we go,” he whispered after pushing all the way inside of you so that he bottomed out. “Look at you, opening right up for me even though it’s been a while.”

“Missed you,” you pouted as you lifted your head and looked back at him. He just chuckled at you, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Missed you too Y/N-ah,” he murmured, making sure that his knees were stable on the bed before he began to fuck you rhythmically. “Missed fucking you, missed how wet you get for me.”

“Mm, yeah,” you hummed in agreement, the tip of his cock reaching further and further inside of you making it hard to talk. “Fuck me.”

“I got you,” he shushed you, slightly picking up the pace of his hips. When you feel his cock finally brush against your g-spot, the loud and guttural moan that escaped your throat made Yoongi smirk in victory. “Right there baby?”

“Fuck yes, right there,” you nodded your head rapidly, not wanting him to stop. “Please, please, please.”

“Shit, you’re clenching on me already,” Yoongi grumbled as he fucked you harder, making sure not to pull out too much so that he was consistently fucking you right where you wanted him to. “You gonna come again?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you rambled, sitting up on your elbows and letting your head loll backwards so that it hung between your shoulder blades. Seeing the opportunity, Yoongi let his body fall down so that he was completely on top of you as he used one hand to hold you steady by your waist and the other hand to wrap around your throat.

“Talk to me,” Yoongi requested, licking a stripe over the skin of your neck as he grinded against you. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Feels good,” you replied, your eyes threatening to shut from his hand around your throat and you trying to talk through it. “So fucking deep Yoongi.”

“Yeah but you like it deep, don’t you?” He taunted you. 

“Yoongi,” you whimpered, wanting him to stop talking because of how much his words were turning you on.

“You like it when I fuck you so deep that you can barely talk,” he continued on as he moved his hand off of your throat, giving you time to breathe. “You like when I fuck you so deep that you can do nothing else but come all over me. You wanna do that for me baby? You wanna come all my cock while I fuck you with it?”

“Choke me again,” you requested.

“Ask nicely.”

“Please choke me Yoongi,” you pleaded, sniffling because the feeling of him fucking you was beginning to overwhelm you and you could feel like you were going to come soon but you didn’t want to do so without his hand around your throat. “Need it.”

“Shh baby,” he whispered, placing his hand back on your neck again and squeezing firmly. “Here you go.” He continued to dive his cock into you, with so much force that the only sound in the room besides your moans and his grunts was the sound of his skin smacking against yours. 

“F-fuck,” you drawled. “G-gonna c-come.”

“Give it to me,” he demanded, fucking into you even faster and you let out a small scream as your orgasm slammed into you. Yoongi took his hand away from your neck and you gasped breathlessly as he moved to suck on your neck, heightening the feeling of your orgasm. 

“I’m gonna come Y/N-ah,” he muttered.

“Come inside me Yoongi,” you told him and sure enough, with a few more thrusts, he was emptying himself inside of you.

“Fuck,” he huffed, moving his head out of your neck and kissing the side of your head.

“Here, pull out,” you said and he lifted himself off of you before doing so. After he did, you turned over onto your back and let your legs fall open. “Can I get a proper kiss now?”

“Well, I guess,” Yoongi joked and you smacked his chest as he lowered himself back down, kissing you firmly. You moved your hands up to his hair, tangling your fingers in the strands as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. The two of you stayed like that for a while, just enjoying the feeling of each other’s lips and the post orgasm glow.

“You ok?” He checked in, using one of his hands to wipe away the small tears that started to fall from your eyes. “You’re crying.”

“Good, just overwhelmed,” you giggled. “As much as I love it when you fuck me while I lay on my stomach, I can never kiss you.”

“You could if you titled your head back,” Yoongi pointed out and you shook your head.

“Hurts my neck,” you replied, which made him shake his head as he looked down at you. Remembering that it was late, you looked over at the clock and gasped when you saw what time it was.

“Yoongi, it’s almost 3:30!” You exclaimed. “You were supposed to be quick!”

“That’s your fault for believing me,” he laughed, reaching down with one of his hands and letting his fingertips ghost over your clit. “You know that it’s hard for me to get out of you once I’m inside, because you just feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

“H-hey, don’t tease,” you whimpered, biting your lip at the over stimulation.

“Oh, I could definitely fuck you again then,” He smiled and you just rolled your eyes as you reached down and pushed his hand away. 

“No, you owe me cuddles now,” you shot back and he sighed with a smile. 

“Alright. You want me to help you clean up first?” He wondered, and you realized that he was referring to his come that was still inside of you. 

“Mm, no,” you answered and Yoongi rose an eyebrow at you. “Too tired.”

“All the more reason for me to fuck it out of you again in the morning then huh?” He smirked as he moved over to your side, wrapping his arm around your waist as you turned your back to him. 

“As if you’re gonna be awake,” you giggled.

“If it meant fucking you, I definitely would,” he nodded.

“You’re gross,” you grumbled.

“But you love me,” he replied and you smiled to yourself, because you definitely did. “Go back to sleep now Y/N-ah.”

[nowoyas]

This is Home (NSFW)

A/N: Title references the song This is Home by Cavetown, which you can’t tell me isn’t an entire trans mood. Give it a listen, y’all. It’s one of my faves <3

This fic is part of @birds-have-teeth​‘s Izumonth collab to celebrate Izuku’s birth month. For the lineup, head over here!

(izuku with binder edit and overall banner both made by me)

Summary: When your boyfriend starts distancing himself not long into your relationship, you decide to confront him and remind him just how loved he is. (trans!Izuku x reader)

Notes: Izuku is a pre-op, pre-T trans man for this fic. Reader is implied to be a cis girl. I am trans. In this fic, I am writing Izuku experiencing something I have and do struggle with and I swear to god if anyone clowns in my inbox because I wrote this I will literally fling them out the window, killing them instantly. Not on this one, assholes.

Warnings: smut, oral (reader giving), gender dysphoria, smut smut smut, I cried but you might not

Word count: 5555 (sexy)

Izuku has been avoiding you.

It's not obvious, not at first. Your honestly wonderful boyfriend is more than happy to text you good morning and good night as always, even on the nights where he goes to sleep at 4AM, and it's not as though the amount of cute emoji following the texts has changed. He still eats breakfast with you after his (very early) morning run, still eats lunch with you and your combined friend group, still eats dinner with you whenever he doesn't forget to eat. (You're working on getting him to remember to eat at all the right times.) 

But one-on-one study sessions get cancelled. He now trains seemingly whenever you can't, even though you used to train together all the time. It's all the small things, like how he used to kiss you suddenly all the time whenever it was just the two of you, but now, you're hardly ever alone together often enough even if he still did. And maybe you're imagining it, but the usual sleep and wake texts are less enthusiastic than before. 

You want to believe that maybe the two of you are just progressing from the honeymoon stage of your relationship, but this doesn't feel like progress. 

This feels like distance. 

This feels like he’s afraid to be alone with you.

You don't want to pry, but something's up with him, and you've got an inkling of exactly what. One thing's for certain, though—you're not letting him go another day thinking he can't talk to you about it. Knowing him, no matter what the issue is, he's convinced himself it would bother you for him to ask for reassurance or something to that effect.

And so, perhaps a bit shamelessly, you corner him.

Well, not physically. You're not that mean.

But when you knock on his door when you know he's there alone and he answers, you don't give him a chance to brush you off. You shove your way right into his room and take a seat on the edge of his bed.

"Talk," you demand, crossing your arms as he flusters and shuts the door behind him.

"[n-name], is something wrong—"

"Talk," you repeat, leveling a glare at him. "You've been acting weird around me lately. If it's something you're not comfortable talking about, that's okay, but if I've done something to make you avoid me, I want to talk about it and figure out how to fix it."

Izuku flinches, taking an awkward seat on his bed. (The other end of his bed. You try not to let show just how much that stings.)

"Y-you haven't done anything wrong," he forces out evenly, not looking at you. "I swear."

You shift closer to him, placing a hand over his own. "Izuku, look at me."

Green eyes meet yours. There's guilt there, and an underlying fear with a source you can only guess at.

"I love you, babe. I want to help you. You don't have to let me, but I really—fuck—" You sniff, pulling back to wipe at your eyes before you let any tears fall. "—shit, sorry. I just... I'm worried about you, and I don't want to lose you, y'know?"

He panics, crossing the distance between you within moments to pull you into a tight hug. His hand winds into your hair, the other settling in the small of your back and rubbing soothingly as he shushes you. "No, oh my god, angel, I-I never meant to make you think you did anything wrong. Really, it's not you, it's me!"

Your blood turns to ice in an instant at his words. "T-that's the kind of shit people say when they're explaining why they're breaking up with you, Izuku."

"N-no! That's not—That's not what this is. I love you too, I love you so much, I just... I'm scared, okay?" he admits, face pressed into your neck.

"Scared?"

He nods, hugging you just a smidge tighter. "Yeah. Scared."

"Of what, handsome?" You finally relax into his hold, snuggling into his shoulder with a sigh as you try to rein in the tears.

"It's probably stupid, and it doesn't really matter that much."

"Izuku babe."

"Yes?"

"Did it make you feel something?"

He hesitates before nodding slowly.

"Then it's not stupid, and it matters to me."

Izuku shudders in your arms, mumbling something you don't quite catch.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

He shifts, repeating himself just loud enough to be heard. "I wanna go further with you but I hate my body and don't want to take my clothes off to do it," he says, speaking so quickly you almost miss it a second time.

You freeze, a light blush on your cheeks. It's true that you've not gone that far with Izuku—he always seemed content just to kiss and cuddle and exchange sweet words behind closed doors, and god, you were happy just to have him in any capacity. Unfortunately—or perhaps fortunately—there's bigger problems at hand than "your cute boyfriend wants to fuck you". 

"Oh, Izu," you breathe. "You know you don't have to push yourself, baby. It's okay if you're uncomfortable with—"

"B-but I shouldn't be!" he insists, wriggling away to look into your eyes with a pained look. "I don't wanna be uncomfortable. Not with you. I just... don't know how to... how to not be, and I didn't want things to escalate if I got alone with you because then I'd probably panic and push you away and then you'd probably feel hurt a-and it'd be my fault so I was avoiding you so I couldn’t hurt you before I was ready and then–"

"Izuku," you say firmly. "Don't push yourself for my sake. I'd feel awful knowing you did something like that for me. It's okay if we just kiss. It's okay if we never kiss. What's not okay is you forcing yourself into a dysphoric breakdown because you wanted to please me. If we fuck, I want it to be something we both enjoy, and I can't enjoy it if it's upsetting you or making you uncomfortable."

He tears up, yanking you back into a hug. "I'm s-sorry, [name]."

You laugh, tangling your hands in his curls and gently working knots out with your fingers. "You don't need to apologize, baby. I love you. And you know..."

"Mm?"

You smirk, looping a curl around one finger. Perhaps deliberately, your voice drops into a seductive, teasing voice. "If your biggest problem is either of us seeing your body, there's a few solutions. No one said you had to take your clothes off when we fuck, handsome."

He squeaks, and you swear you can feel his face heating up in your shoulder when he whines. He doesn't protest, so you continue, a grin spreading across your face.

"If you don't want me seeing you, you can always blindfold me," you offer, "or we could turn the lights off, or if you don't want to have to see yourself, I could blindfold you..."

"[N-name]!" Izuku yelps, burying his face into your chest to hide. "Stoooop, oh my god–"

Laughter bubbles from your throat. "Sorry, sorry. But those were honest suggestions. If you really wanna mess around with me a bit, I'm happy to let you set the pace. We kiss as much as you want, however heavy you want... Hell, I might even be into it if you order me around a little. Who knows?"

"O-order you?" You don't have to see him to know how red his face is—you can almost feel it through your top, the rush of embarrassment displayed on his freckled cheeks.

"Mhmm. I won't do anything you aren’t explicitly okay with. And the moment you want to stop, you tell me as much, and we can stop. But you know, I'm in love with you no matter what, and that includes your wonderfully strong body and your cute, handsome face. You light up any room you enter and make me want to work hard for my future. It’s not about your body. The fact that you're hot is a bonus, not the selling point."

He sniffles gently. You carefully go back to working through his hair. "But again, no matter how you want this to go, I'm okay with it. Your comfort first, baby."

He pulls out of the hug, worrying his lip between his teeth as he watches you. "If you're really okay with it, then... i-is it okay if I just kiss you, and we feel it out from there?"

You smile softly. "Go ahead, handsome."

Despite all the kisses you've shared before, every new kiss between you is charged with affection. Izuku can't help it if he melts into every kiss you share—your lips are so soft and you smell so nice and he loves you so much! Before he knows it, he's smoothing a palm against the back of your neck and deepening the kiss, moving his lips hesitantly against your own. He parts just enough to murmur against your lips: "I love you" and "tell me if you want me to stop" and "you can touch my arms if you want". (He knows you do. You only confirm it when your fingertips immediately drag along his upper arms, appreciating the muscles there.)

Before he knows it, he's swiping his tongue against your bottom lip tentatively and pulling you into his lap. You've been more than charitable—your hands remain carefully on his arms, your tongue in your own mouth even as he explores yours. You really won't go a step further than he asks for, and his heart swells at the confirmation. When he breaks the kiss, both of you are breathing heavy, a fact which draws extra attention to the fact that he's still wearing his chest binder.

"I-I want to kiss your neck. I-it's okay if you touch me, j-just please not my chest o-or my... Um, you know."

You mock-salute, a comically serious look on your face that clashes with your flushed cheeks. "Yes, sir! No chest, no ass, no between-thighs!"

The smile that pulls at his lips is utterly love-drunk as he leans back in, first pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your lips and trailing tiny pecks along your jawline. When he reaches your neck, he hesitates, and you wait to slide your arms over his shoulders. "Hun?" you say gently. "Still good?"

Green eyes flick up to yours, intense but wavering. "Y-yeah. I can do this."

Without any other warning, he places a hot, open-mouthed kiss directly onto your pulse, drawing a gasp from you when his teeth graze you just enough for you to feel it. Your hands slide down his back to find purchase as he continues, switching between peppering light kisses to your neck and honestly, doing pretty much anything that won't leave a mark.

Meantime, it's all you can do to gasp and whimper as he finds all your soft spots and goes on the full attack, and his hands roam your sides, climbing up until you're sure he's going to grope you–

And then he flinches and pulls back, just slightly. There's a quiet hiss through his teeth at the movement.

You'd love to whine at the loss, and normally, you probably would. But this is Izuku, and if you're going to let him set the pace, you're damn well going to let him set the pace.

You remove your hands from him completely, watching him with concerned eyes. "Everything alright?"

His heart twists at how gentle and concerned you are. One moment, you're huffing and looking at him with nothing but lust as he kisses your neck, the next, your brow's furrowed as you search him for any signs of fear or panic. 

He really doesn't deserve you.

"Do you want to stop?" you ask, voice soft in the way he's seen you use to talk to frightened animals.

He shakes his head, flattening a palm against his chest. "Sorry, sorry. M-my chest is just hurting a little."

"How long have you been binding today?" you ask without missing a beat.

A hand comes up to rub the back of his neck. "I, uh, I took it off during Hero Basic earlier..."

"And had it on all day before?" you ask, hands on your hips. "And all day since then?"

He nods sheepishly, refusing to meet your eyes. 

"Izuku..." You sigh. "I said I wanted you to be comfortable, but I also want you to be safe. Please take your binder off? I can look away while you do, I just don't want you to hurt yourself."

"I..." Izuku sighs, twiddling his thumbs nervously. "A-actually, could you, um..."

"I can leave the room if it'd make you feel better," you offer.

"N-no! That's not what I meant." He wraps his arms around your waist, refusing to let you leave. "I-I, um, wanted to try..." His face is beet red, and in a panic, he buries his face in your chest to hide his embarrassment. "C-can you help me out of it?" he finally squeaks out.

"Oh, Izu. Of course I can help you." You gently maneuver his face away from your chest, carefully reaching up to work at his tie. "Let me know the second you want me to stop, okay?"

He nods, squeezing his eyes shut. "Okay."

"Would it help if I kissed you while I get your top off?"

After a long moment, he nods, hiding his blushing face in his hands. His hands stay there until you gently pull them away with a soft giggle. "I can't kiss you if you're hiding your perfect face, handsome."

He gives you a wobbly smile, and you pull him towards you with a gentle tug at his tie. You're careful not to push too far as you kiss him—soft, open-mouthed kisses that have him whining as you try furiously to get this damn knot untied. How'd he even manage to get it like this? 

Nevertheless, eventually you do manage to get the knot undone and start working carefully on the buttons of his school shirt. Once you're halfway down, you pull back to murmur a soft "are we still okay?" against his lips.

He responds by crashing his lips back onto yours, a hand roaming up your side until this time, he does actually begin to palm one of your breasts over your shirt. Soon, the other hand joins him in just feeling you, and you can't help but sigh against Izuku's lips.

When you reach the lower buttons, you're careful to not let your hands get too far down as you carefully un-tuck his shirt from his pants. You have to force him to stop massaging your breasts long enough to slide his shirt off his shoulders, stopping to roll your eyes in amusement when you find him wearing an undershirt above the binder. You carefully slide the tank top off, leaving him in just his pants and the colorful All Might-themed chest binder you'd sewn for him shortly after he came out to you. Fingers reach for the zipper tab on the front, but don't close around it just yet. Not when Izuku's breathing quickens the way it does, not when his eyes widen in panic.

"Do you want me to step out while you get out of this and put something else on?"

He squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head in silence. "Please just... Wait a minute." You nod, hand slowly retreating as Izuku calms himself. 

"C-can we, um, l-level the playing field a little?" he asks when his breathing is a bit steadier.

You blink in surprise. "In what way, 'Zuku?"

He drapes both arms over his face as he answers in a truthfully adorable squeak. "L-like, um, s-so I'm not the only one t-topless..."

Your smile is fond as you pat his cheek and lean in. "Can I give you a show?" you whisper.

He shivers, nodding almost too excitedly, and you pull away with a little giggle. "Stay right here." You scamper to the door, making doubly sure it's locked, and turn back with a sparkle in your eye. With his full attention on you, you cross back to him and tease at the edge of your shirt. You're slow in your movements, teasing, and his eyes are glued to you, jaw slack as you give him a mini strip-tease. 

Man, it's hard to have low self-esteem with a boyfriend like yours. He drinks in the sight of you like it's the first sight of water he's had in months, adoration and awe and lust and all things positive written plain as day in his expression. When your shirt's properly discarded, you give Izuku a little wink and press a gentle, sweet kiss to his lips. "How are we feeling?"

"Good! G-great! T-this is—yeah. Yeah." His face is flushed, pupils blown. His eyes keep darting between meeting yours and somewhere lower

You quirk a smirk at him, trying not to laugh. "So am I good to unzip you, baby?"

His hands come up to cover his face, green peeking out from between his fingers as he nods. "I-I-I think I'm good."

"You sure? I don't want you to push yourself if you're not comf—"

His hand snatches your wrist, forcing the palm of your hand flat against the center of his chest. You can feel his heart racing beneath your fingertips. "I-if it's you, I can do this. Please."

"Stop me if it gets to be too much, okay?" you hum, carefully pinching the zipper tab and pulling it down slowly. His hand doesn't leave your wrist, but he lets you, exhaling softly when you unzip his binder all the way and free his chest from its confines after a long day.

Izuku panics. Not in the way he feared—he doesn't shove you away, doesn't run, doesn't freeze. But he panics all the same, dragging you into a hot, open-mouthed kiss before you can look at him, before he can see your disgust, before you can make fun of him or change your mind or or or or—

Gentle hands slide the binder off his shoulders with an appreciative hum. You're gentle as you straddle his waist, hands tangling in his hair, and when you go to pull back, he chases your lips. You giggle, trying to pull away to speak, but Izuku's too scared to let you—he almost whines as he continues pressing his lips against yours. 

"Everything good, sweetheart?" you ask as best you can amidst his onslaught.

"No—" slips out from his lips. "—I need you to keep kissing me."

"Hm, I can do that. But tell me if something's wrong, okay?" You punctuate your question with a kiss to his nose. He responds by meeting your lips once more.

He pauses, tugging you into a hug moments after breaking the kiss. "I'm a little scared right now," he admits. "You wouldn't... Hate me for how I look, right?" Tears brim in his eyes and wet his voice as he whispers.

"Never in a million years, Izuku. You're always going to be my handsome, strong boyfriend, until you decide you don't want me around anymore. I love you for who you are, not who you want to be, and I'll tell you as many times as it takes."

His arms shake around you. "Thank you. I love you."

"I love you too," you whisper, slowly pulling back as he releases you. "Is it okay if I kiss you, baby?"

"We were already kissing," he says, trying not to laugh.

You press a slow, sensual kiss to his neck. "I know," you breathe out in open, hot breaths, delighting in the way he shivers. "I meant... escalating."

"O-oh." His face is red, as if it could ever stop being red, and you break into a grin when he nods sheepishly. "I-if you want..."

"I very much want." You nod quickly, dragging your nails along his upper arms and around to his shoulders. Goosebumps follow in your wake. "If you'll let me, I'd like to show you all the parts I love about you. But first?"

"M-mm?"

"Say 'yellow' if you need me to pause or 'red' if you want us to stop entirely, alright? The moment you want me to stop. If you aren't sure, 'yellow'. Please? I don't want to cross any boundaries with you."

"Safewords. Okay, I-I think I can do that. Yellow to pause or slow down, red to stop." He nods slowly, a determined pout on his face. You grin and shoot him an adoring gaze before returning to his neck, one hand finding his to intertwine your fingers. His hand trembles in your grasp, but when you squeeze his hand to reassure him, he's quick to squeeze back. "Green to keep going?"

You nod.

"Okay. I'm okay."

You're slow and careful as you begin to kiss down his body, trailing along his jaw and each shoulder. The pads of your fingers massage along the lines where the seams of his binder had been digging into his skin, eliciting shivers beneath your fingertips. Intermittently, he squeezes the hand you've kept intertwined with his, letting out shaky gasps when you drag your tongue back up to his neck.

"You're doing so well," you purr. It's hard to keep your free hand in one place–you drag it back up to indulge in the fluffy curls atop his head only a moment before lightly dragging your nails down his spine.

Next, you trail your lips back down to his chest, pausing to toy briefly with his chest as he lets out a cascade of moans. "[N-name]..."

"Mm?" Your eyes meet his innocently as you lathe your tongue over his nipple, your heart skipping at the lusty, adoring look on his face. You release him from your mouth with a small pop!, tilting your head. "Still good?"

"No, come back," he whines, tugging at your hand.

A giggle escapes you. "Well, since you asked so nicely..."

He shudders as you dive back in, switching to take his other nipple into your mouth. With your closest hand still occupied in holding his, you aren't able to play with the side you'd previously been kissing at, but Izuku doesn't seem to mind as he practically pushes his chest into your face with another gasp.

Soon, all too soon, you continue in your journey to kiss every inch of Izuku's body, palming at his chest and placing one soft kiss against a freckle situated just above his heart. You giggle when you feel his pulse jump beneath your lips before moving on, pressing kisses in a line down the center of his chest until you've found soft skin.

Your free hand finds his belt, toying with the buckle as you get off his lap and rest on the floor in front of him. "Color?"

He eyes you warily, running his thumb across your hand in a way that feels more like he's soothing himself than you. He doesn't answer.

"Izuku, I need to know if this is okay. If you don't answer, I'll stop."

"Y-yellow," he admits meekly. "I-I think it's easier if I don't think about it, but I just... I want this to happen but every second I'm reminded of all the ways this could end in you leaving me, a-and..."

You immediately move your hand away at his admission. "Thank you for telling me. You’re overthinking it, hun. I’m not gonna leave you. Can I help you at all?"

"Distract me?" He pouts at you, leaning down for a kiss. He's even so bold as to slip his tongue into your mouth as you fumble with his belt buckle one-handed, his hand smoothing over your shoulder and down your bare back until you finally manage to get his belt unbuckled and his pants unbuttoned. Once he's unzipped, you smooth your hand over the small of his back, sitting up on your knees to press into the kiss.

Getting him out of his pants with one hand is a challenge, but you make it work, leaving him to toe off his socks and sit there in a loose pair of boxers, looking nervous and innocent and adorable but mostly just scared.

Now that you've got him mostly undressed, you can finally move back to your mission of making him feel utterly loved and working away that fear of his, littering his stomach and sides with tiny pecks and nibbles that have him giggling as he tries (and fails) to squirm away from your onslaught.

"Great job so far," you mumble, nuzzling your nose into his side playfully. "You're really brave, 'Zuku."

He gasps for air between his laughter, scarcely gaining enough time to breathe before you finally relent enough to let him catch his breath. "I love you," he pants out when he finally gets a chance to look down at you. "Thank you."

"I love you more~" you practically sing, punctuating your sentence by blowing a puff of air at his stomach. He squirms, trying not to laugh any more than he already has. You reach up, gently caressing his cheek, and he presses into your touch. "Color?"

Izuku gnaws at his lip. His face is flushed, cheeks flaming red as he pants. After a long moment that you can only imagine is filled with thoughts too fast for anyone else to understand if only they could hear, he speaks. "Green."

A single soft kiss as your hand slips beneath his boxers, giving his ass a teasing squeeze before sliding them off his legs. His tongue slips in your mouth and roams freely as your hand caresses his inner thigh, until all that's left for you to do other than tease him relentlessly is go for broke. You break free from the kiss, watching his face with a smile as you drag a single finger up his slit, finding his clit with ease once you dip between the folds.

No anxiety rears its head now. His jaw goes slack, eyes squeezed tight with pleasure as you slowly rub his slit, a red flush crawling from his cheeks and down his neck as he tries not to moan too loudly. "[n-name]~"

"Hm?" you purr, pausing your finger as it circles his dripping heat teasingly. "Do you need to stop, green bean?"

"N-no!" His eyes snap open, shooting you a pleading, desperate look. "P-please, green, I need more—"

You drop to sit on your knees in front of him, gently spreading his legs to sit between them. "If you're sure, baby. Thank you for asking nicely."

The only sound that escapes him when you finally, finally lean forward and dart your tongue between his folds is a drawn-out moan. Instantly, his free hand finds your head, tangling through your hair and pulling you close. You welcome the momentum, slipping your tongue inside him and using your thumb to rub small circles against his clit. He moans and writhes against your mouth, hips bucking so uncontrollably you're half-tempted to wrap your free arm around his waist and hold him down as you work him up. (If he didn't still have his fingers entwined with yours, you probably would.)

When it gets too much and you're running out of air, you pull back, panting and gazing down at him in appreciation as he whines. "[naaaaame], I was so—"

"Shh," you coo, replacing your tongue with two deft fingers. "I just need a sec to breathe. You're doing so well, Izuku."

His walls pulse around your fingers at your words, green eyes shining with tears that almost make you stop completely if not for the fact that he's still trying to fuck himself on your fingers. You curl them experimentally, brushing against a spongy spot inside him that has him keening and thrashing against you. You re-position clumsily, dragging him into a kiss to muffle his noises as you continue to assault his g-spot. It’d be bad if someone heard the two of you, after all.

It's not long after that that you manage to push him over the edge, his pleasured moans spilling into your mouth as his walls flutter around you. A scarred hand squeezes around yours tightly as he manages to babble your name. You pump your fingers into his dripping cunt just a little bit longer, giving him something to ride out his orgasm on until his moaning turns into whimpers and his hips still. You smile softly when, upon trying to pull away to sit in a less awkward position, he pulls you back to kiss you again

You slowly remove your fingers from him, taking the small window he gives you to sit beside him on the bed and kiss the scar on his hand. His shoulders shudder as you pull him into your lap and a tight hug. "You did so well, Izuku," you coo into his ear.

He sniffles and would have launched himself at you if not for the fact that he was already as close as he could get—his arms lock you into place, snuggling into you tightly as he sobs.

"Is everything okay, Izu? What’s got you upset, green bean?" You carefully wipe your fingers on the sheets before beginning to card your fingers through his hair.

"I-I don't—I don't know! I'm sorry, I—"

"Shh, it's okay. You're okay, Izu. You did so well." You begin to pepper his temples in light kisses. 

"I-I always thought that—that I'd never get any of this. That if I ever—ever found someone like you and loved them and they actually loved me, that they'd never... 'cus I'm... f-for a lot of reasons, they wouldn't ever want to do anything like this with me," he babbles, finding every word more difficult to force out than the last. "They'd... they'd get to this point and then they'd realize that this isn't... that I'm not what they want. What they ever wanted. But... this is real. It is, isn't it?"

"It's real, Izuku."

He breaks at that. "Thank you. I'm sorry. I love you."

You patiently run your fingers through his hair, working through any knots you find and trying not to let yourself cry with him. "It's okay, baby. I love you too."

"I'm sorry," he repeats. Hot tears begin to drop onto your shoulder as he tries to bring himself even closer. "I'm so sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize for, honey," you insist. "Really."

"I-I never thought I'd be..." He trails off, lets out another sob.

Your heart wrenches, and you smooth your hand over his back. "Loved?"

His silence speaks volumes.

"Oh gosh, Izu." You want to hold him close, to kiss him until he forgets every self-deprecating thought he's ever had. But you're already holding him, already as close as you can get, and genuinely, if you see his face right now, it won't be long before you're also bursting into tears. So you stay there, rubbing circles into his back as you search for the words—any words—to help him understand just how you feel. "You know I love you, right? I said it earlier, and I'll say it as many times as you need me to."

"I love you too," he mumbles, his tears finally beginning to subside. You wriggle your way from him, just enough to press soft kisses to his face.

"I mean it. More than anything, I love you. Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for being honest with me, and thank you for confiding in me." With every "thank you" and "I love you", you pause to press another kiss to his face. The wrenching in your chest finally subsides when, after the fourth tiny kiss, he lets out a giggle. "Thank you for existing, baby. I'm so fucking glad I met you, and even if we'd never done this, even if we'd never gotten together, I'd still be glad I met you. You're loved, Izuku, and I'll remind you every day, every hour, if you need me to. As often as it takes for you to never question it again."

"Thank you. Sorry."

You laugh, pressing a kiss to his nose. "Stop apologizing. We here at [name], Inc. are of the official opinion that Mister Izuku Midoriya has never done anything wrong, ever, and will not be accepting constructive criticism at this time."

Finally, a proper laugh bubbles from his throat, and he finds it in himself to smile at you—complete, adoring, loving. He even lets himself believe it as the two of you lay down cuddled up to each other. 

As long as he's by your side, he thinks he can continue to believe it. 

He's complete. Adored. Loved.

[lovelytarou]

domestic bokuto headcanons

pairing: bokuto koutaro x reader

genre: fluff

tags: fluffy fluffy domestic bokuto hcs because i am a simp for him 🤧

a/n: nobody requested this i just can't get bokuto out of my head hngg,,, brain go brr

➴ he's super cuddly in the morning always looking for your body and your warmth as his limbs wound even tighter around you like an octopus lmao

➴ would 100% whine when you pull away to get ready for the day,,,but would absolutely get up late because of his clingy ass ksgdks but seriously it's kind of cute that he can't get enough of you and wanting you first thing in the morning <33

➴ i feel like this is said very often on here but,,,i headcanon him as a type of hugger that would absolutely hug you with the rest of his body like pls,,,he has a lot of love to give to u okay? pls accept them all

➴ loves cuddling with you ALL. THE. TIME. it's a problem. especially if akaashi is forcing him to go to practice and when you visit him at the gym he'd definitely go !!!! my s/o !!! cuddles !!! he's like an excited puppy istg i love him

➴ adores it when you play with his hair while you're both on the couch or on the bed or just chilling,,,yknow? it is the softest when he just got out of shower and it's kinda damp but it's down and he looks so soft and cuddly and handsome and just absolutely ready for you to smother him with affection !!!

➴ falls asleep on top of you. you once complained that this beefy boi is too heavy for you but did he listen? no. he loves pressing his head on top of your chest and hear your heartbeat. if he focuses too hard he'll hear that it's sync with him and he thinks it's so sweet it makes him m e l t

➴ when he holds your hands, he likes to swing them back and forth and before you know it, he almost flings you towards the fucking sky ksgdkssk he's way too energetic but it's cute. totally loves it even more if y'all are in a crowded place and you hold onto his hand, intertwined fingers and all, makes him feel like he had to protect you and works extra hard not to lose you in a sea of people he once did,,,he cried

➴ loves loves loves loves to swipe your hair away from your face (if you have long hair) if not, he likes to ruffle them like how he would in his teammates skrsjds that's how he shows affection ok?

➴ randomly kisses your nose because he loves to see your face all scrunched up from the ticklish feeling and he'd always lean back to laugh at how cute you are

➴ is suuuper helpful around the house surprisingly lmao. even a few years into the relationship he never fails to impress you and go to certain lengths just for you <3 trouble reaching that jar? dw he's got it for you. trouble opening it? he'll open it for you, babe maybe you even get to see his muscles flex too. can't sweep the dusts underneath the furniture? he'll pick it up for you, sweetheart. struggling to fix a broken equipment in the house? he'll help fix it for you although he'd probably break it even more yikes

➴ every night is movie night no matter how tired the both of you are and it's literally just a mess of limbs tangled together to the point that you don't know whose leg is whose, and the movie is playing in the background as the two of you talk about how your day went while looking at each other adoringly and listening intently to what the other is saying

➴ on the times where he comes home earlier than you, he'd spam you with a lot of chats, texts, calls, whatever. telling you how much he misses you already and how he hopes that you hurry home because if he doesn't get all the cuddles and kisses he'll die!

➴ would ocassionally wrap his beefy arms around your middle from the back whenever you're washing the dishes and places his chin on your shoulder. he loves to watch you do whatever and for him it's already the most beautiful thing ever.

➴ this might sound creepy but,,,he likes watching you sleep like the way you look so peaceful and without a worry in the world and how you just look so natural and imperfectly perfect

➴ blasts loud music in the house whenever y'all are cleaning around the house,,you both are doing more 80% dancing and 20% cleaning tbh. he'd find some hidden and old stuff from different parts of the house and he'd get distracted playing with it and tagging you along as well. in the end, the cleaning will have to be done another day

➴ he once tried to bake you something for your birthday as a surprise. you don't know what it was– a cake? cupcake? cookies? but you do know it's food lmao. he almost burst in tears when you asked him what it is but apologized to him with kisses

➴ always wants to be the one who pushes the cart when you go grocery shopping. and it was c h a o s. he'd convince you to sit inside the grocery cart after buying the things you needed he's carrying the bags in both arms while pushing you, he's so strong oml

➴ would constantly ask permission first before doing anything like holding your hand or hugging you because asking for permission is sexc ok? what if you're uncomfy at the moment? he'll feel like an absolute asshole

➴ lives off of making corny jokes to see you crack a smile at least ten times a day. your smile lights up his life and it's like his daily dose of serotonin and he wouldn't have it any other way.

➴ it was like;

bokuto: hey, y/n, can you do the thing?

y/n: what thing?

bokuto: you know,,,the thing

y/n: oh *smiles*

bokuto: thanks

➴ for the last one,,,before you both got together, he'll always notice you drinking your favorite drink/eating your favorite food and he'd (un)anonymously buy them for you and discreetly leave it on your desk or locker or have someone you know give it to you and until now he still hasn't let go of the habit and always brings them home when he gets home from practice or whenever the two of you are out ♡

[palbabor-writes]

So, uh, I got excited with this ask

Anonymous said:

so what if, and I’m just spitballin’ here, you wrote a little something for Tomura, a jealous!reader x Tomura, perhaps? Ik there probably wouldn’t be an actual situation where somebody would try to steal him away or anything but just a little something on the reader seeing something that wasn’t what it looked like and Shiggy kind of reassuring her in his own special way? 😌 pls &thank you sm in advance, but you of course absolutely don’t have to write it if you don’t want to (: love your work!

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Gen!Reader

Warnings: Adult language, angst, jealous feelings, mentions of past relationship and heavy petting, mm, imma say it’s rated T, for the teens and upper betweens

Word Count: 4387

Notes: Lol. I’m pretty sure this was meant to be like, a drabble or head cannon in your mind nonnie. Me, being me, I stretched it out into a freaking fic. I can’t shut uppppp sometimes. First time trying for a Gen!Reader, so hopefully it’s a thumbs up. Not beta edited, so any mistakes are mine, and mine alone.

“O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.” ― William Shakespeare, Othello

It’s been two months, two freaking months and you’ve hardly gotten two texts strung together, let alone a call, from Tomura. 

While he’s never been what anyone would call a frequent texter, your last message has sat, unread, on his phone for the last 3 days. You know he’s busy, you know he said he’s got shit to take care of, but you can’t help the angry pit of worry that simmers in your gut. He could at least tell you something. Like, hey, I’ll be out of touch for a few days, talk soon. Is that too much to ask? 

Apparently it is.

The two of you have always been a quiet item. Most of the League knows, or at least, heavily, heavily suspects. It’s not like you tried to keep it a secret, it’s just the way you both are. Besides, you usually liked how the arrangement worked.

You’d met him through your job. You worked with Giran as a courier of sorts. Sometimes you’d lug shipments back and forth, sometimes you’d make deliveries. It was one of these deliveries that introduced you to Tomura. He was quiet, sulking toward the back of the bar, but you’d managed to strike up a conversation with him as Compress double checked his requested items. 

He was waspish, sharp. At first, you worried that your questions had only managed to pissed him off. But then, just as you started to chat with another guy in the bar, a snarky fellow, who was covered in some serious, serious burns, Tomura tugs your attention back to him with a pointed question. 

“Can you tell Giran that you’re only one who’s permitted to transport the deliveries to the bar?”

That one query had started a landslide. 

You were summoned to the hideout frequently, practically on the daily after that. Giran just shook his head and asked you not to fall too deep. You didn’t know what he meant then. Two months later you understood his meaning perfectly. 

How could you not fall head over heels for this guy? Fuck, he was so desperate, so wanting, so fucking needy for you. God, you missed it now that you didn’t have it. After the Kamino incident, he’d called on you even more and you loved that you could help him. He honestly seemed, in his own, gruff way, appreciative. 

But, then he’d said he needed to leave the city. 

At first, your contact with each other had maintained some semblance of normalcy. You would text and he would reply. You could call and he would answer. Often, he sounded tired, strained, but every once in a while you could pull a laugh from him and all would feel right with the world. 

Now? 

Now nothing feels right and the only link you have to him is Dabi. He’s the only person in the League that’s responding to your emails or texts. Even Giran isn’t answering anything. That’s not normal either because Giran always, always answers. What the fuck is going on?

It’s starting to feel like you’ll never know. This is mainly due to the fact that Dabi is a shitty, shitty font of information. At first, you’d eagerly taken his calls and texts. In lieu of a tip, you asked him about this mission Tomura was on. He fed you vague, flippant, answers. 

“Tch, this again? I already told you, they’re all fighting this giant. It’s some pet of the doctors.”

“And like I said the last, oh, I don’t know, twelve times, giant makes no sense to me. Can you expand on that a little bit? Like, what the hell does that mean? They’re fighting a fucking giant. Is that supposed to be some kinda bizarro hint? Cuz’ it sounds like you’re giving me shoddy information to get me off your back,” you snap, placing your foot on his box of requested medical kit supplies. 

Dabi practically keeps you on standby now. The guy has gotten more aggressive in the last month, and the heavy price his fire quirk extorts on his body meant he needs a steady flow of burn cream, meds, stitches and pain relievers.

“Fuck, look, I don’t know how else to explain that fucker. I didn’t give a shit about boss man’s little mission to tame him, so the doctor and I worked out something else for me to do. I’m not around those guys right now, I’ve got other things I’m working on. Now give me my shit and get out of my face. Ask Toga about your little fuck buddy, I could give two shits about his well being.” 

“Why follow him if you hate him so much?” God, this asshole is such a prick.

Dabi considers you for a long moment, his vibrant blue eyes lingering on your scowling face. “He’s a means to an end. I’m just here to see this society fall to its knees. Boss wants the same thing, so, for now, this arrangement works for both of us. Now, if I have to ask you to give me my fucking shit one more time, I’m gonna’ singe you where you stand.” 

Sucking your teeth, you kick the box toward him and turn on your heel, slamming his door behind you. If he’s not going to be useful to you, why be useful to him? We’ll see how he likes it when you accidentally miss some of his shipment deadlines. 

You pace out into the night, shrugging your jacket up on your shoulders. If they’re so far out, if they’re fighting something that sounds like an impossibility, why not ask you to bring them some supplies? Why haven’t they reached out to you? 

As you wait for your train, you pull your phone from your pocket, your cold fingers resting against the glass. There’s a missed call from another contact, but no other notifications. You swipe over to your messages from Tomura. Your last text sits, still unopened, unread, uncared for, in his box. It’s not fair, you think, sliding your phone back and pressing your hands into the meager warmth of your pockets.

Tomura used to confide in you and you felt close to him. And not just in a physical sense. At first, the relationship between the two of you was just that, something that eased an itch. But you kept asking him things, liking the soft tone his voice could take on when he lost some of that anger. 

Then, he started to wordlessly ask you to stay a little longer, his arms wrapping around your bare form, holding you against his warmth. It was nice. It was so, so satisfying and now it’s gone. Is this his way of moving on from you? You would have thought that he would have said something. He’s never struck you as someone who hides from a confrontation. So why the radio silence? 

Another week passes and Dabi keeps calling. He’s practically got your entire schedule blacked out now with deliveries, upcoming shipments and transports. What. The. Fuck. It’s gotten so frustrating that you’ve started to waffle on picking up his calls, sending him straight to voicemail. 

“What kinda courier leaves their fucking name on their voicemail? Stop ignoring my calls, (Y/N).”

Yeah, he’s a real charmer. At least he answers your messages though. It’s better than nothing, you keep telling yourself, trying to ignore the gnawing, munching feeling of bitterness that keeps rising. Yeah, Dabi’s gotten to be such a constant in your life that your phone keeps recommending him as a new favorite. 

Would you like to add the contact: Dabi, to your favorites list? No, no you would not.

Then, suddenly, out of the blue, Dabi’s not answering you either. Your first, gut instinct, tells you that he’s likely annoyed with your spotty replies or he’s busy with...”Dabi things”. He’s always reminding you about the oh, so important “Dabi things”. ‘Don’t pester me with your shit, (Y/N). I’ve got something big I’m working on.’ 

But now? Fuck, now you’d kill to hear from him. 

There’s absolutely nothing. No response from Toga, Compress, Spinner, Dabi and most important of all, Tomura. 

He’d finally read your text. After two whole days had passed from the sent time stamp, he’d read it, and then opted to not respond. It stung. You can still feel that tightening emotion of dread, of abject hurt, that had radiated from your chest when you saw that he’d finally looked at your message and then just decided you weren’t worth his time. 

Yeah, after seeing that, the last few days have been nothing but a full tilt boogie of emotions for you. 

This must be a planned thing. Why else would they all coordinate their ghosting. He must have wanted to leave you behind and now, this distance has made it possible. 

He’s been changing a lot lately. 

Even before he left for this, whatever it was, he’d grown in confidence and skill. Fuck, he’d taken on a Yakuza boss and won. He’s becoming a leader, a competent force to be reckoned with. He doesn’t need you to bounce ideas off of anymore. A courier picked up at the start of his career isn’t a necessary piece to add to his collection. 

Yeah, chances are, he’s moved on. He’s out of your reach now and you can’t help the thoughts that rise in the back of your mind. What if he’s found someone else? What if he just got bored with you? Did you put too much thought into this relationship? Well, that question has kinda answered itself. You put way too much into this. You had planned for things, hoped for…

Your phone rings and the noise startles you out of your head. You fumble for your vibrating device and lift the screen up before swiping to answer the call. Oh, it’s Toga. Fingers shaking, you lift the phone to your ear and are so happy to hear her babbling voice. 

She tells you that she’s been meaning to call you, but, gosh, everything has gotten in the way. Plus, she took a bad hit in a fight. Oh, she’s ok, but it’s been a crazy week for her. 

As she chatters about some random series of events that you can’t string together, you let out a long sigh. That coiling that’s been building in your stomach loosens and you’ve never been so relieved in your life. There’s still a chance. Maybe he hasn’t decided to leave you in the dust. Maybe...whoops, Toga asked you something. 

“Deka City? No, I’ve never been there.”

“Oh good, well, I wouldn’t try and go now. Tomura sorta, mmm, crumbled it to bits.”

“What?”

“Oooh, and we’re part of a bigger group now…”

She tells you about something called Gigamantia and their new connections. Apparently, Tomura’s made another step up in the world. Now he’s leading something called Meta Liberation? What is that? It sounds kinda familiar, but where have you heard it?

Toga is winding down her conversation, her voice smoothing out. She promises she’ll answer your other texts soon and emails you a set of coordinates, saying they’ll see you there and clicks off. 

You lower your phone to your lap, biting back the grin that won’t stop spreading across your face. Ok, so, maybe you’re not as abandoned as you thought. Maybe they, no, maybe he still needs you.

******

You found the building alright. It was impossible to miss. This place is massive, fit for an army. The security is tight, so tight that you’d even been screened by a guard at the door. Once they confirm that you are who you say you are, and you know who you say you know, you’re permitted entrance.

Who are all these people?

As you enter the “meeting room,” which is really a space that looks like a concert area, complete with a well lit stage, you’re pressed into the mass of bodies. There must be hundreds of people here and there’s some hulking creature, dozing in the corner. 

Is this that giant Dabi mentioned? You totally thought he was making that shit up. And, wait, wait, is that a pro hero a few spaces away? What is this? Where is the League?

The overhead lights dim and your attention is drawn back to the sage. People are bustling around the elevated area and a plush chair is placed in the center. Looks like the show is about to start. 

A loud, booming voice announces the arrival of a man called Redestro. He must be that long faced guy in the motorized chair and, oh, there he is. 

He walks up slowly, it looks like he’s leaning on something, but you can’t see clearly. The crowd shifts around you and an inordinately tall man is blocking your view. Huffing out a sigh, you try to maneuver yourself to a better vantage place.

He’s seated now, his long legs spread out in front of him. Fuck, he looks both wonderful and terrible, at the same time. Wonderful because it’s Tomura, terrible because he’s covered in bandages and he’s got a brace on his leg. What happened to him? 

Your eyes can’t stop roving over him, trying to drink in everything. He looks like he’s on edge, his fingers clutching at a small slip of paper, as his good leg jiggles against the chair. Why...ah, he’s being introduced. Wait. He’s being introduced as the leader of the Paranormal Liberation Front? So...so all these people...this entire organization...is his to command? 

He clears his throat and you hear his voice for the first time in months. He’s halting at first, but as he continues his speech his tone deepens, strengthens, losing that early hesitation. He sounds good, powerful and confident. 

You tear your eyes away from him and give the crowd a quick glance. They’re enraptured. A few paces away you can hear people whispering to each other, their voices low, awed. 

“He took down Redestro…”

“He’s so young.”

“He’s kinda...I don’t know...handsome.”

“You’re right, he looks regal.”

That coiling, trembling feeling is making a strong comeback. It’s an ugly return and it makes your flesh prickle and cool. He’s left you in the lurch for months and now he’s become some sort of leader, of an entire, what is this...a cult? An organization? An army? How the fuck, would you know? No one, least of all Tomura, has told you anything, about any of this. 

When the address and introductions (the League had made a, uh, flashy entrance) are over, someone comes up and taps you on your shoulder. It’s another one of those security guards. She says you’ve been requested, the League wants to see you. 

She takes you past the stage and down a long hallway. It’s quiet back here and the silence doesn’t soothe your frayed nerves. You’re pointed to a large set of doors and you bite your lip before pushing them open.

Another large room greets you. This one is filled with plush couches, elegantly carved tables and multiple chairs. There��s so much to look at, you don’t even see them at first. No, you hear him before you see him. He’s talking with a tall woman, who is writing down what he dictates, her pen moving rapidly across her paper.

Fuck, you’ve missed his voice. 

It’s quiet now, a little hoarse from his speech and you want to step closer. He’s standing next to some large windows, his back turned to you. He hasn’t even noticed you. What were you thinking? He’s this...God, leader now. What are you? Just a nobody he met when he was still pounding the pavement, looking for anyone who could help their cause, their mission. There’s nothing for you here, he’s…

“(Y/N).” 

Your eyes snap up to his. Tomura has turned, one arm braced heavily on his crutch, and is looking right at you. His eyes are hooded, dark, you can’t get a read on him from here. You want to step closer, but that sickening feeling is falling, like a stone, into your gut. Despite your turbulent emotions, you can’t stop staring at him.

The thick bandages are off and his hair is longer, the white strands hang close to his collarbone now, gleaming and pearlescent. He looks, damn, he looks tired and...what’s that? There’s something dark on his hand, it’s black and it covers three of his fingers. Why is he wearing that half glove, oh, oh no. It’s not a glove you realize, horrified, it's a prosthetic. He’s lost some of his fingers. 

“It took you long enough, come here, (Y/N).” 

His voice has dropped an octave, lingering in that distant tone that he would use when he dragged his lips across your neck, rumbling and murmuring against your skin. He knew that you liked that, he knew that it would make you so desperate for him, your hands pawing at his shoulders, pulling... 

No. He’s ignored you for weeks, no, months. You’re not about to just fall to pieces at his feet, crawling and begging for him to want you. Your eyes latch onto his and you minutely shake your head at his request, fingers squeezing into your palms. 

The woman, noting the tension that’s suddenly entered the room, looks between the two of you, and abruptly makes herself scarce, her heels tapping against the floor as she walks to the door. Once you hear it close behind her you unstick your mouth, your tongue heavy against your teeth.

“Who was that?” you ask, your voice croaking, thick with disuse. You can’t help the question. It tumbles from your mouth before you can stop it. You’d meant to ask him something else, but the query just, pops out, angry and trembling. 

“I don’t know. One of Redestro’s cronies. Why-” His face scrunches abruptly and a wince of pain passes of his features. “Why does it matter?” He finishes, his hand gripping a little tighter against his cane.

“You didn’t have to send for me, you know. It looks like you’ve upgraded everything else, why not me too?”

A scowl echoes across his lips. “What-”

You won’t let him finish his question, you can’t stand it anymore. You also can’t seem to stop. All of the emotions, the anger, the betrayal, the fucking, God, jealous thoughts that you’d slip into, alone in your cold bed. No, you’re not going to back down.

“You didn’t call, you didn’t text, and when you did, finally, manage to remember that I exist, the texts were so far and few between...fuck, sending a letter would have been faster. The only link I had to you was Dabi-”

“What?” He snaps, repeating his question, his red eyes, flashing, gleaming, glaring. “What does he have to do with anything?” His face is set in a deep snarl, his scar lifting along his white teeth. His fingers coil into his crutch, one digit arched away, and he begins the long journey to where you’re stubbornly standing. 

You watch him on bated breath. The sheer excitement of his renewed presence is making you shake. The warring feelings that are rising inside you are too much. It’s too much, it’s, oh...he’s right in front of you now.

“Answer me, (Y/N). What the fuck does Dabi have to do with anything?” 

You gulp. Tomura has never, ever liked you interacting with Dabi. It was that first subtle flirtation between you and the flame user that had set Tomura off in the first place. He had barely given you a second glance that first time you met him, but once your attention wandered over to Dabi, suddenly he was all ears. That animosity grew as time wore on. 

If anything, Dabi took advantage of it. He liked to press you, corner you, it was one of the many things you disliked about him. He was a selfish ass, only manipulating things for his own, twisted amusement. 

It’s a low blow for you to land on Tomura, to play up his own jealousies, but turnabout is fair play, right? 

“He’s the only person I could reach. You want to know who my phone keeps asking me to favorite now? Fucking Dabi. I kept asking him about you, about what was going on, but he never knew.

So, then I tried reaching out to you, directly. But then you decided to conveniently lose my fucking number, or something. You didn’t answer a single thing after that last text I sent you, what, two weeks ago? You didn't call. You didn’t even act like I exist, it-”

“I told you it would be a while.”

“Yeah, a while doesn’t typically mean two months. And how do you come back to me? With a broken leg and, fuck, three missing fingers? What is going on Tomura? You’re a different person now. Do you even want me anymore? You don’t have to ghost me. You could have just told me that you were moving onto bigger and better things. 

Congratulations, by the way. You’re the leader of a cult. Now, you can cut off all those lousy loose ends, like me-”

“You’re jealous.”

His voice has dipped into that low octave again, rasping, deep, and oh, fuck. You sputter at his assessment, your hands clenching into your pants. You need something to tether you, to keep you from reaching for him. You’re angry, remember? He’s left you, all alone, so alone and... 

He’s shifted to lean into you, the warmth of him rolling over you in waves. You can hear his breathing, if you move a little bit closer you could feel it, too. He knows what he’s doing. He’s used this tactic on you before. It’s very effective. His crutch taps him nearer. He’s practically flush against your heaving chest and your eyes flick up to his. 

The red is dark, tempered, and that swirling agitation has left him. He looks…

No, no, he left you for months, he can’t look at you like that. You shake your head, your eyes wincing shut, blocking him from view.

“I’m not...I-I’m not jealous, I was just-”

“Come here, (Y/N). Don’t make me ask you again.”

His new, half prosthetic hand reaches for your neck and traces over your trembling throat, ghosting over you, forcing you to press toward him. Once he’s satisfied you’re not going to reject his touch, he lets the digits tap onto you, gently, slowly, like he’s coaxing you out of your temper. The contrast of cool metal and warm skin makes you gasp, your eyes fluttering open. 

He’s curved over your lips, his white hair drifting softly around your face. Unthinkingly, unquestioningly, you reach for him. Your fingers lace into the silken tendrils and he lets a slow exhale wash over your face. His verdant eyes are so close. They’re fixated on yours, refusing to let you slip from his gaze again. 

You can’t breathe. There’s something else you want to scold him for, but...but his lips are so close. His nose bumps against yours and you bite your lower lip. He’s so warm. He smells nice too. It’s a rich smell, earthy, thick with some enticing aroma that’s all him. It floods your senses and you’re downing, distracted and lost. 

Tomura’s won this little stand-off because you reach for him first. Your fingertips urge him to you, one thumb dragging a familiar trail across the mole on his chin. His lips are chapped, rough, but oh, oh you’ve missed this. 

He lets you lead him, your lips pressing and lifting, planting feather light caresses against him. Your tongue swipes across his lower lip and he groans. It’s a husky, broken sound and it makes you yank at his clothes. His new suit crumples under your hands. You’d almost feel bad, if he hadn’t been such a neglectful ass to you. You’re nipping at him now, your kisses losing that sweet vulnerability.

Tomura approves of this frantic pace and one arm cages against your back, lifting you closer and dragging you against his front. His crutch clatters to the floor, but neither of you have the wherewithal to care. 

Besides, you think happily, you can be his crutch now.

He’s biting and sucking, his teeth drifting from your trembling lips and pressing into your pulse. One particularly hard nip has you arching into him, a gasping whimper on your lips. His tongue laves over the hurt, lulling the nip. 

Your hips instinctually lean into the his and you moan when you feel the hardness that is waiting for you there. Tomura presses back, dipping his nose into the juncture of your shoulder, his lips distractedly kissing against your skin. Your fingers trace down his front again and one hand goes lower still, running along his pants until you find what you’re searching for. 

He growls when you apply just the right amount of pressure and he’s pulling your lips back to his, demanding more. You’re skirting your other hand to the clasp of his belt when someone barges in the door.

Gasping, you start to pull away, trying to turn, but Tomura holds you to him, lifting his chin until it’s resting against your shoulder. He’s glaring out at whomever the fuck is standing in the doorway, but his fingertips are moving against you, pressing and soothing down your fevered skin.

“Hey boss- ah…” Dabi is brought up short by the sight that greets him and you can hear the sneer that he must have thrown Tomura’s way. 

Tomura, for his part, is quiet, content to silently stare down the man who stupidly interrupted him. He turns his head a fraction of an inch, but it’s enough room for him to drag his rough lips against your neck. You quake at the stimulation and hear Dabi let out a barking laugh.

“Ew, well this is fucking disgusting. Looks like the two of you can go back to fucking normal, eh (Y/N)? You and boss man can bone and get all that pent up insecurity out of your-”

“Get the fuck out,” you and Tomura say in unison.

You hear another scoffing chuckle and then the door slams shut.

Notes: The Dabi bits miiiight be in there because I finally got my belated birthday present of his Banpresto figure in today ԅ(≖◡≖ԅ)  

Tags: @spicy-skull, @xwildskullx​, @yixxes​, @ghstmthr​, @evesmores​

*I think that’s everyone for now. If you wanna be added to a list just drop me a line & I’ll get you on the Google Doc: Shigaraki works, Dabi works, Hawks works, BNHA works, All works...works, works. There’s likely more to come, but that’s what I got for now. k byeeee.

[onlyfortheplot]

But... He died!

this really happened irl.I just finished reading in another life a day ago and I am still sensitive whenever IAL flashes in my mind and idk why the other day while eating a banana i suddenly remember IAL and it made me tear up ; Z ; so can I request a hcs of bois (ur choice) suddenly comforting their s/o because out of the blue they started to sobs while eating somethin' and when asked they answered because they read a vv sad story and still affected by it? tHANK YOU SO MUCH IF U WILL NOTICE DIS- Anon

Pairing: Bokuto x Reader, Tsukishima x Reader

Warnings: Slight language, Assassination Classroom spoilers, The Fault in Our Stars spoilers

A/N: I feel like I’m bad at asks because I go off topic?? But, I loved writing this, anon, please marry me, it was SUCH AN AMAZING ask! LIKE HOW CAN I NOT NOTICE THIS!! Also I never actually ready In Another Life. I don’t plan to??? Like I’m scared of reading it! But, I can tell you the Bokuto x Reader part is from personal experience because I am 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓴. Anyway I hope you Enjoy. Asks are OPEN.

You had been warned, way before you had decided to watch Assassination Classroom, that you were going to cry at one point, but you didn’t care what’s life without a broken heart?

So, during a long weekend, you built yourself a small fort, snuggling into the covers and started watching

You were emotionally wrecked by the end of it, especially in the last episode. Tears streamed down your face as you watched Koro Sensei turn into small, elegant lights

You stayed in your small bed fort, ignoring every call or text that was sent your way. How could he die. He was such an amazing character.

You thought, stupidly, you would be fine once school started again, too busy on homework and tests to remember the yellow octopus

Oh how wrong you were.

The first incident happened when someone brought up eating octopuses, during lunch, a tear dropped down your cheek as an image of Koro-Sensei flooded your mind.

The second incident happened when someone had mentioned the end of their favorite anime. You sobbed at the thought of not seeing any of the characters anymore.

The third, and final, incident happened in front of your own boyfriend, something you should have thought of twice before doing.

You had walked into the gym, after school. Searching for your boyfriend. Your eyes were red and puffy from the numerous amounts of breakdowns that had occurred.

Your lips wobbled at the thought.  RIP Koro-Sensei

You kept your head down, as you walked into the gym, obviously sad.

It had taken a few minutes for Bokuto, and the rest of the team, to even realize that you had even arrived.

They had quickly surrounded you, encasing you in a small circle as the looked at you. Their eyes widened as you looked up at them tears forming in your eyes.

“Y/N-chan?” Konoha asked, placing a hand on your shoulder, inquiring eyes pierced you as you looked away

“Y/N, baby, what’s wrong” Bokuto asked, bending down slightly as he scooped you into a hug.

“Bokuto” your lips quivered as you clutched his back, pressing your face into the crook of his neck, the slight smell of sweat and mint lingered.

“Bokuto.” you sobbed, tears pooling in his neck, the team lept back in surprise as you had a whole breakdown in front of them

They scattered around, shouting to each other to help you.

“Get her some water.” “Oi, give her your jacket” “Do you want to buy some ice cream? ”

“Y/N, what’s wrong”Bokuto asked, voice slightly muffled, 

“Koro-Sensei is dead” you shouted, as the entirety of the gym froze giving you an odd look.

“Who?” Bokuto leaned back from you tilting his head in confusion, “Koro-sensei.”

You let out another sob, giving a frantic nod. 

“He’s dead!” you cried out, fingers digging into his back. Bokuto felt tears forming in his eyes as he watched you bawl.

“He’s dead!”he whispered, before turning around to his teammates, who gave them an odd look, “Guys, he’s dead!” 

He brought you in, sobbing into your hair as you sobbed into his chest.

“He’s dead.” you simultaneously bawled

The team looked at you both, deadpan and slightly disappointed.

“Petition to get a new Captain.” The vote was unanimous. 

He warned, quite a few times, to not read The Fault in our Stars. He told you, so many goddamn times, you would cry.

And cry you did. Reading the book, just to piss him off. Nobody gonna tell me what to do

Tears had formed, blurring your vision as you closed the book. You bit your lip to stop the heart-wrenching sob that threatened to come out.

You never expected that. Not that. 

The only thoughts in your mind was the death of Augustus Waters. He was dead.

Your lips were forced apart, as the trembling increased, taking in a deep breath before you let out a sob.

It was loud and forceful, rasping your throat as more continued to come

Drops of tears fell, promptly on your book. You were sure Kei was going to kill you for even letting anything happen to his book, but you were too heart-broken to care.

You took a deep breath as you chucked the book onto your head, watching as it landed with a small plop

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. She didn’t know who she was mad at. But, you were mad. Mad at him for dying. Mad at yourself for reading it. And mad at Kei for letting you read it.

You gritted her teeth, tears falling loosely, as you swiped your phone from the near table, quickly unlocking it

A few text messages from friends and two from Kei. You scowled.

You went into his contacts and blocked him, proud of yourself for giving him some his own medicine.

You turned out the nights, closing your shutters, as you snuggled into bed, ignoring the very tiny rip in your heart from the book. You stupid person

He spammed you through friends, making them send his own stupid collection of reaction memes. Tell me this boy doesn’t have rude reacts on his phone You gritted your teeth, as you turned your notifications off, shoving your phone back in your pocket

“And he got sick” you whirled around, hearing part of a conversation. Your heart raced as you stared. They looked at you, weirded out. You blushed, mumbling a small apology as you walked away. Oh god what was that. That’s heartbreak. That’s the tweet.

You found yourself more attentive as you walked down the hallways of Karasuno High. For two reasons.

One to stay away from your boyfriend, who you caught waiting for you by your locker

And second, well, you felt yourself on the verge of tears, every second of the day. 

To the point where you almost bawled in the middle of your science class.

“Class, today we’ll be talking about the mutation of cells.” You felt your breath hitch at that. 

“Can anyone tell me the name—” A hand stretched out, as someone blurted the answer, “Cancer.” The teacher furrowed her eyebrows, mocking an angry look.

“Correct, but wait for me you pick on you first.” The class laughed, as the student eyed the teacher sheepishly. That student was not me. No wrong Mushroom.

But you. You couldn’t care less about that student. Your ears were blurry as you bent over your desk. 

Cancer that’s what he died by. You choked on your sob as it caught in your throat. Earning her, some odd glances from the people around her.

Shit. Tears were so close to pouring out. It do be like that sometimes

You raised you hand, surprising the class and the teacher

“May I please use the restroom” you croaked out, standing up and motioning to leave the classroom before anyone could stop you. 

You walked, almost running, away from the classroom, trying very hard to hide the sobs that you wanted to release.

“Y/N.” a gruff voice made you stop in your tracks as blonde hair peeked into your sight

“Tsukki?” you questioned, your voice cracked as you looked at him. He was panting, slightly, as he glared at you. But, you could see the anxiousness in his eyes.

“Y/N, what the—”

“Kei,” you sobbed, throwing your arms over his neck, “Kei.”

He backed away, surprised at first, but soon rested his hands on your waist pulling you towards him.

“I hate you.” you hissed, tears pouring down your cheeks as you looked up at him, “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate—”

He slammed a kiss onto your mouth, eager to shut you up I wanna be shut up now

“You read the book didn’t you.” he smirked, as you glared at him in all your anger

“I told you—”

“Shut up you useless excuse of a dinosaur.” you snapped, burrowing your face into his chest.

He smiled, stroking your hair as you sobbed into his chest, murmuring small phrases as you blabbered to him

“Ms. Y/N may I ask what you and Mr. Tsukishima are doing in the hallway?” Oh good Lord, you were screwed.

[star-trekkin-across-theuniverse]

Worthy (pt6)

A/N: once again - just keep poking me until I start tagging you if you want tagged. @rampant-salamander​, @bolontiku​

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I looked from Tony to Thor and back to Tony.

“I don’t understand your question,” I responded, and threw back the drink. To hell with being moderate. I was pretty sure I was about to lose my dream job on my second day, I may as well go out with a bang.

“Ella, there has to be something special about you to allow you to lift that hammer,” Tony spoke slowly. That was probably a bad thing. I suspected slow speech meant a really active brain. I was now a mystery that needed to be solved.

“There is nothing special about me at all,” I argued.

“You can lift Mjolnir. That is special.” Thor was like a sage who spoke in riddles.

“But being able to lift Mjolnir isn’t what makes me special enough to lift it. That’s a redundancy.” I, like Tony, was slipping into scientific method in order to try to sort things out.

“Do you have Aesir blood, Ella?” Thor asked.

“My family is from Washington. By way of Wisconsin,” I replied. Tony snorted and Thor shot him a dirty look.

“Before this Wisconsin?” He pressed. The way he said Wisconsin made it sound unfamiliar and strange.

“Norway and England.”

“Norway. That is where the Northmen resided.” Thor looked thoughtful. “In the time of the Vikings, the Aesir traveled on Midgard much more frequently than they do now.”

“Are you suggesting that some ancestor of mine got knocked up by a god?” I could feel my eyebrow rising. Tony smothered a smirk behind his hand. My tone was lost on Thor.

“We are not gods, Ella,” Thor corrected. “And I am unfamiliar with knocked up. What I suggest is that your ancestor was impregnated by an Aesir.”

“But in order to lift your hammer, wouldn’t it have to be you that got this mystery ancestor pregnant? I’d have to be your descendent?” I could feel the blood draining from my face. It would be just my luck that the hottest guy I’d ever seen would be related to me. Thor’s smile was mischievous.

“Not necessarily. I would have discovered offspring of mine on Midgard by now, and I know left none. But I think it reasonable to consider you may have Aesir blood in your veins,” he explained. “Which makes you very special indeed.”

“Can everyone in Asgard lift your hammer?” I asked. Thor shook his head.

“None but I.”

“Then I don’t buy it. I keep telling people, I’m nothing special.” I was getting frustrated with the scrutiny. I never thought I would be desperate for a cute guy to stop paying attention to me, but in that moment, I would have given anything to be able to just go hide in obscurity in the lab, building my washing machine.

“But that’s where you’re wrong, Ella,” Tony interrupted. I’d nearly forgotten he was there, Thor had such powerful bearing. I didn’t think it was possible to lose track of Tony Stark, but I guess in the presence of not-actually-gods… “You are something special. That’s why Pepper and I lept on your application like we did. How did you make it through university with such a bad self image?”

“I don’t have a bad self image. I know I’m a fucking amazing engineer. I just fail to see a correlation between my ability to understand math and build things and my purported mystical ability to lift a magic hammer,” I snapped. I turned back to Thor. “You’re sure no one else can lift it?” Thor glanced at Tony, almost as though he was looking for approval. Tony gave a slight nod.

“I believe that Captain Rogers would be able to lift it, should he have the opportunity. But that remains untested,” Thor admitted. I sighed.

“Of course. He’s a legit hero. Full of righteousness and honour and nobility.” My tone was more sarcastic than I’d intended.

“Yes, intangible and arbitrary measures of worthiness. Who is to say you don’t meet the parameters in some way?” Thor shot back. I looked into my empty glass, wishing it were still full.

“Did you not see me level that d-bag in the elevator?”

“Tis nothing I would not have done myself, and yet I am still worthy,” Thor shrugged. Pepper had walked in at some point during the conversation, and Tony turned to her expectantly. She sighed and blinked slowly.

“We’ve had a discussion about appropriate professional behaviour. He is aware that if there are any further incidents he will lose his internship.” Pepper reached out for the glass of wine Tony was offering her.

“It’s a bit of a PR nightmare if we lose a second intern in as many days, Pep,” Tony commented.

“It’s a worse nightmare if, right as we’re rolling out a gender equality program and girl’s STEM mentorship program, the media gets ahold of information about how we’re allowing someone guilty of sexual harassment to remain in a prestigious and competitive internship,” she retorted. He pursed his lips and paused. After a moment he nodded in agreement.

“What do I know? You’re the boss.” His acquiescence was met with laughter from Pepper.

“What do you know, Tony? How many times did you attend the SHIELD seminar again?” She choked on her wine. “Trust me. I want to give him the benefit of the doubt. He’s a smart guy, and I’d like to think he’ll be respectful from now on.” Tony responded with some other comment and I slumped back into my seat, watching the show. If you didn’t know they were stupidly in love with one another, you might assume they were on the verge of war. But I think Tony liked to goad Pepper, and she rose to the bait. Not because she was gullible though. At least, I didn’t think it was because she was easily duped. I think she rose to the bait because it was how they clicked together. I looked away from them and over to Thor, who was sitting back on the couch, completely relaxed. The hammer was propped up beside him, handle leaning against the bolster. It was uncanny how powerful he looked, even in jeans and a t-shirt. I relaxed a little and just enjoyed looking at him, taking in the contours of his biceps, and the definition of the veins in his hands. There was a lot of him to look at, and it was all very pleasing to the eye. At least, everything I’d seen thus far.

I didn’t realize how overt I was being until he smirked. He turned to look at me, and nodded.

“Is it not considered poor manners on Midgard to stare at others?” There was a teasing tone to his voice, but I blinked and looked away, feeling my cheeks colour.

There was really no way for me to deny that I was staring at him. The only blank wall in the entire place was right behind him. I couldn’t even beg being distracted by some of the weird art that seemed to be all over the building. 

“I, uh, well,” I stammered. “I was looking at the hammer?” It sounded like bullshit, even to me. I heard a stifled laugh from Tony and shot him a filthy look. I pushed myself to my feet and glanced at Pepper. “If you don’t need me, Pepper, I’m going to try to catch up with Angela. I have some things I need to pick up for my suite.”

“You can order anything you need from distribution,” Tony offered.

“Except, apparently, towels bigger than a postage stamp,” I retorted. My ears were burning and I was having a really hard time not looking over to see if Thor was following the conversation. He probably was as there was no one else for him to pay attention to.

“You are aware there’s varying sizes of towel?” Tony’s tone was sarcastic. I rolled my eyes.

“Not that this is really a conversation I feel I want to have with my boss, but I grabbed the biggest one. It still barely covered me.” I was ready to pray for a hole to open in the floor and swallow me.

“Well, you’re not exactly supposed to be lounging around in your tow –“

“I wasn’t!” I interrupted. “I was just getting out of the shower when Thor showed up and I didn’t have time to be getting fully dressed before I answered the door, and then the towel slipped and oh my god I cannot believe I’m telling you all this.” I took a deep breath and looked back to Pepper. “Can I go? Please?”

“Let me walk you to the elevator,” she offered and led the way. As we walked away, I heard Tony clear his throat.

“You’ve seen her naked already, you sly dog?”

“That is enough, Stark. How you have lived so many years on this realm and not noticed how modest some of your women are, I have no idea. But you embarrassed her. Like many Midgardians, she lacks comfort with the physical form.” Thor’s words were a chastisement, and I somehow felt even more embarrassed about him having seen me naked. Because now, not only was I naked in front of the freaking Norse god of thunder, but also he took more notice of what a prude I am than that I was naked. I leaned against the wall and banged my head against it.

“That’s not how you call the elevator,” Pepper teased. “I know we all collectively keep telling you to relax, but, yeah. Relax. If Tony is already giving you a hard time, he’s assimilating you into his world as a permanent fixture. This will be something you laugh about in future years.” Her eyes were warm with empathy and it was so reassuring.

“You seriously need to do something about the towel situation, Pepper.” I stepped onto the elevator and pushed the button for my floor. Once the doors shut, I texted Angela to see how far she’d got without me. I didn’t have to wait long. I was swiping my passcard to get into my room when she stepped off the elevator.

“So, towels? Maybe a beer?” She followed me into my apartment.

“Yes. To both.”

XXX

For whatever reason, I expected getting beer with Angela would be more Sex-in-the-City than it was. She pulled me into a quiet bar after we’d found appropriate towels, and we ordered wings from the kitchen and beer.

“So I did some research today while you were meeting with Markus,” she volunteered over a heap of wing bones. I made a noise that was easily interpretable as curiosity and she continued. “I might have hacked some of Tony’s files about that hammer. Thor wasn’t kidding around when he said you shouldn’t be able to lift it. It was apparently forged in the heart of a dying star, of some crazy space-metal. And the Odin enchanted it so only Thor could lift it. Which is clearly a broken enchantment because apparently you can lift it too.”

“It says right on it that if you’re worthy, you can lift it,” I corrected her with my mouth full.

“Obviously it doesn’t take table manners into consideration!” She laughed. I hung my head in mock-shame, but made sure my mouth was clear before I spoke again.

“I don’t know how it determines worthiness. Honestly, isn’t that a little creepy? Is the hammer sentient? Does it consider the merits of each individual that touches it in that split second between grabbing it and trying to lift it? Or does Odin have some sort of approval system for worthiness, and he gets interrupted from whatever it is he’s doing to approve people in that same fraction of an instant?” I pondered.

“Way to ruin magic with science,” she groaned.

“Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. That’s Clarke’s Third Law. The other two are pretty good too,” I shrugged.

“Oh, that was a kill shot! Come on, let me have some sort of fantasy about the mystical powers of the damn hammer, Ella!” Angela threw her hands up in frustration. I smiled and nodded.

“Of course. The hammer is mystical and powerful and absolutely should not be questioned,” I acceded. Angela swatted at me and flagged the waitress over for another round. I felt myself relaxing and forgetting about the overwhelming stress of the past couple of days as we decompressed over a second beer. When Angela dropped me back at the tower, I realized she may very well live on-site as well, but I was tired and had a bit of a beer buzz and forgot to ask before stumbling through my door and crashing on the sofa.

[katsuflossy]

Hii~ so I was wondering if maybe you could do a scenario or hc with whoever you desire meeting their s/o's friends, specifically the gremlin friend whos been dragged into the public by the crackhead friend?

Sero Meeting the S/o’s Friends

Pairing: Sero Hanta x reader

T/W: Obscenities, slight touch of body insecurities

Taglist: @sunset-novice-writer @goatsenpaiultimate

A/n: Hiiii- So i hope it’s to your liking. I assume the reader had two friends so if it’s not what you wanted then I’m sorry 🥺 But I hope you really like it!❤️

Sero’s ears picked up on a high pitched commotion downstairs. Mass squealings split through the air of Height Alliance drawing the curiosity of the few inhabitants. When he planted both of his feet on the lounge room floors, his eyes wandered to the leader of the Bakusquad, who was finishing work on the kitchen with a ferocious grip on the pen and scribbles on the verge of ripping the paper. Then his gaze traveled to the three on the floor. Under the pile stock laid you, who was squealing at equal volumes as the two on top of your body. The scene was both quite comedic and cute which ruptured a chuckle loud enough for (Y/n) to hear. She craned her neck to Sero’s figure before smiling even more widely at the boy.

“Sero! Baby!— Get off of me dumbasses! Hi baby!” You rose from the floor to jump into his arms, him easily catching you before you both could be sent to the ground. All the noise and happiness finally got to Bakugo as he slammed his notebook shut, grabbed all his supplies and marched himself up to his dorm room, grumbling under his breath and glaring at your smile as he passed. His nerve bulging from his temple throbbed harder as you smiled even wider at him. As soon as Bakugo left the room you whispered in Sero ear. A giggle passed your throat at the secret.

“I told him if he is nice when my friends are over, I would ask my family to send a bunch of Adobo and Goya seasoning for cooking.” Sero chuckled along with you and gave you a high-five.

“Good bribe babe.”

“Thanks, I learned from the best.” You fluttered your eyes at him before you both broke into laughter.

“So we’re just supposed to stand here while you guys make lovey-dovey eyes and shit?” The giggling only continued on both sides and you introduced your friends to the Cellophane quirk wielder.

“My apologies, your royal highness, this is Suki, short for Itsuki and he’s a royal pain in the ass.” Just as your hand was laid out to introduce him, he bent down and nipped at your palm, which allowed you to reflexively withdraw and chop him at the band of his neck. A whine came from his throat.

“Wassup.” You glared at him before introducing your other friend.

“And this is our pint-sized friend, Aaryell.” You laid your hand in front of her only for the little one to slap it away.

“Thanks for the introduction but I’m sure your boyfriend already knows I’m fucking short.” She, in turn, glared at you before smiling sweetly at your boyfriend who’s trying hard not to burst out laughing.

“And y’all know this is Sero… Just Sero.” You patted his chest and attempted to move away from him only to be squashed straight into his figure.

“Hi, nice to meet ya! I’m Sero, the ever-loving boyfriend to some chinchilla named (Y/n).” His turn to embarrassed you left your two friends howling at his introduction. Your laughter followed theirs as you snuggled further into Sero’s side. Suki took the time to talk to the prospective hero.

“Well, it’s finally nice to officially meet the chinchilla’s boyfriend. All we see through the phone are elbows and levitating hands feeding our gerbil friend.” All three begun to laugh again until you swipe your hand across his shoulders, eliciting a whine from the beanstalk.

“See what we’re not gonna do is make these rodent nicknames a thing.” His hands rose up to surrender. Sero pulls his physically aggressive girlfriend to his side for the second time.

“So what do you guys wanna do?” The new pair looked at each other. A goofy smile challenged a glossy snarl, both not giving up until Aaryell shouted.

“We are not going into the city!” Suki put a hand at his heart and let out a dramatic gasp.

“Why I wouldn’t suggest such a thing?! But can we?” The shortest one of the group grumbled under her breath about the insolent giant beside her, asking herself why is she friends with “this dumbass”.

(Y/n) smiled at the duo before looking up at Hanta. His quirk didn’t need to be telepathy to know what she wanted.

“I don’t see why not, plus we can avoid Mineta from stalking our business because a new girl is around.” Aaryell shuddered at the possibility of seeing Mineta, recalling the facetime chats you guys had talking about the times Mineta tried to look under your skirt and failed harshly. She grabbed everyone’s hands before stepping to the exit.

“You had me at Mineta.”

The sky acted as a caterpillar going through metamorphosis. Cloudy blue surrounded the city, encouraging all the citizens of Musutafu to be outside. The streets were congested with middle schoolers, high schoolers, and even business workers alike. So, Itsuki took the initiative of being the beacon, using his height to ensure you all weren’t lost in the sea of very pushy people. It wasn’t until you and Aaryell almost got washed away by the human riptide that Itsuki demanded a duo system. The two taller ones of the group took one of the vertically challenged. Itsuki’s quick decision of picking Aaryell as his duckling and the reddish hue on her brown cheeks did not pass either you or your boyfriend’s eyes. A simple glance between you and Hanta had decided what the goal of today would be: Operation Best Friend To Lover is on the go.

However, all the attempts had failed. Your idea to check out an arcade with a new VR zombie game flunked completely, resulting in Aaryell whopping Suki over the head with the controller due to his tries of whispering in her ear and poking her body.

Sero’s was even worse, his idea in going to a photo museum resulted in Itsuki attracting a mass of middle and highschool girls, gushing about his physique and face. He took it all in and a half as he interacted happily with his growing group of ‘fans’. Aaryell stood in discomfort picking at her stubby fingers and plush thighs before you declared that everyone was leaving. By the time you and Sero’s plan of going to a botanical garden came up, the sky’s second stage of metamorphosis had begun. The once azure shade tinted to a dark gray, the sun entrapped in its cloudy cocoon. Big droplets of rain clattered noisily against the street and pedestrians scattered to find shelter. Sero spotted an underground cafe before everyone could’ve been completely soaked.

The cool ventilation inside riddled your skin in goosebumps. Before you could say anything, Aryell spoke up.

“Jeez, it’s kinda cold in here.” She rubbed her arms to smooth out the texture on her skin and spark a little warmth. Her shoulder met with the weight of a jacket too long for her stature. Itsuki looked down at her with a smile.

“Here you can have it until you’re warmed up.”

You nudged Sero in his side to observe the scene in front of you. However, cellophane quirk wielder was already grinning at the two as Aaryell blushed then punched the giant in the shoulder, resulting in a whine and a “your sadist side is showing again.” By the time the two went to the counter to order the food, you and Sero took refuge in one of the booths to analyze the situation.

“Okay so Sero, give me the stats.”

“Well your arcade date didn’t work and mine did.” A gasp broke through your throat at his harsh comment.

“Mine wasn’t a complete flob! She started rubbing his head after 15 minutes of cursing and pouting, so that’s good.” Sero rolled his eyes, not budging from his argument.

“So like how Bakugo would beat the shit out of Kirishima in practice then throw a cold towel at him when no one’s looking.” You huffed in admittance. Your plan failed but his wasn’t better.

“Yeah well, at least mine didn’t result in making Mr. Adonis’ head swelling and Adonia insecure.” Sero shoulders slumped slightly, knowing that his plan hurt a new friend.

“Yeah yeah, I apologized about making her uncomfortable while you were chewing out Itsuki.” You smiled at your boyfriend proudly before reaching over the table and pecking his lips, eliciting his usual smile back to life.

“That’s why I’m proud of you, baby” He pecked your lips again before addressing the situation at hand. With a coordinated effort, the evening was spent with the duo blushing and laughing at each other’s jokes while you and Sero smiling and fist-bumping like fairy odd parents.

The party of four finally decided to part ways as the orange and yellow inks spilled on to the sky, looking like the wings of a monarch butterfly. You and Sero waved as the two walked toward the train being boarded, giggling as they secretly, but not so secretly, linked pinkies. Just as the two of you turned around, you turned to Hanta.

“I bet all the Super Smash Bros Ultimate skins you have that they’ll text me tonight declaring their crush for each other.”

“Hmm, I bet they’ll text you after 12 and one-thirds of the snacks your family sends you, the spicy stuff included.”

“Deal.”

[Extended clip]

[androgynouswordsmyth]

yay i’m so glad to see your requests are open!! i would like to request a noya or kenma drabble/hc (whatever you wanna write!) with an s/o who cries a lot, no matter the emotion? i’m a huge cry baby and it’s kinda embarrassing but i wanna know how my boy(s) would handle that 🥺👉👈 can be sfw or nsfw! i like ‘em spicy but it’s whatever you’re comfortable with! ❤️

Pairings: Kenma x Reader, Yu x Reader Content Warning: Fem reader. 18+ content ahead. The drabbles contain explicit NSFW content. This includes sexual activity, corruption kink, overstimulation kink, mild praise kink, crying kink and creampies. All characters are aged up in these scenarios. Note: TUM  <3 thank you so much for my first request :D I was so excited reading this. The request at it’s core is so pure and RELATABLE. I am a crybaby too 😩 so I was able to approach this request from a personal standpoint, thank you for requesting! You gave me a lot to work with & I wanted to make it as good as possible, which is why I spent so much time on it. I hope it shows and I hope you like it 🙏🏻😭❤️😩 ･ﾟ✧ SFW HC’s Kozume Kenma ･ﾟ✧ ✧ When you cried in front of Kenma for the first time, he was truly at a loss with how to handle the situation at first.  You two were walking down the block from your house and your eyes began to water because you saw a very small dog in a cute sweater. ✧ You sniffle and Kenma glances sideways to make sure you’re okay. “He’s so small,” you whine with a quivering lip. His golden gaze shifts between you and the small dog across the street that has your attention. ✧ “Is there something wrong with him, being too small?” He asked in his usual monotone voice. All he was really concerned with was if anything was actually wrong or not. It was a slight adjustment for him, being around someone who cried over… well, almost everything.  

✧ Does not mind dating a crybaby, though he does not always understand the reasons for your outbursts. Knows you are unlike him in that way, being someone who is usually reserved and collected. But this is what drew him to you in the first place.

✧ Thinks you are very soft and enjoys witnessing your shifts in emotion, then he is able to assess the best ways to comfort you, which this boy gets down to a science eventually. This is something he learns over time and takes very seriously. ✧ Solving the riddle to your emotional outbursts is almost like solving a new video game to this boy. He is intrigued by the challenge and feels a sense of accomplishment when he gets it right. It takes a while but you eventually realize that Kenma is an emotionally stunted person. ✧ You have to walk him through the various ways you need to be comforted or validated. You worry it’s too much but Kenma always listens to what you have to say, attentively. He wants to give you exactly what you need.

✧ If you are teary or fussy he will wave you over to sit you in his lap while he plays his games. Being near him or sometimes even being held by him is enough to quell your emotions, but it honestly depends on the situation you are in and what your emotional state is at the time. ･ﾟ✧ SFW HC Nishinoya Yu ･ﾟ✧ ✧ The first time you cried in front of Nishinoya he almost cried with you, because of how beautiful you were and how  innocent the whole situation was. It was during exams and you were growing more and more flustered the closer they got. ✧ Your study sessions became longer and more rigorous, as a result, new knowledge was not sticking like you thought it should. Your hands are cupped over your cheeks and you can feel the familiar sting of tears pooling along the corners of your eyes. ✧ Nishinoya looks up from his text book and does a quick double-take when he realizes you're not reading anymore. “Y/n, are you okay?” he quickly gets up from his seat across from you and makes his way around the table so he may sit with you. ✧ Fearful of drawing more attention to yourself you bow your head a little and bring up a hand to dab the corners of your eyes with your sleeve. “Sorry, I’m just flustered… I can’t remember anything,” you tell him, sniffling as you speak. ✧ He does his best to keep it cool. But really, Nishinoya is losing it inside because you are so cute when you cry. It is something he will never admit to you (not now anyways *wink wink*) and instead focuses on trying to make you feel better. ✧ The most considerate boyfriend when it comes to your feelings. To the point of extravagance because that boy will drop anything and everything he is doing to tend to your needs, however minuscule they might be. ✧ Kind of loves the fact that you are a cry baby, he finds you precious and sensitive. Will wrap you in his arms and pull you close to his chest. He finds that this often calms you in most situations, his embrace is so warm and comforting. Gives the best hugs. ✧ On the odd occasion where touch just amplifies your tears he still makes it known that he is not leaving (unless you expressly tell him to leave you alone, boy is a good listener!) and is there for you in whatever way you need.   ･ﾟ✧ NSFW Drabble Kozume Kenma ･ﾟ✧ He can feel your velvet walls tighten around his length, the sensation leaves both of you breathless. Kenma’s pace is slow but built with each measured roll of his hips, sinking himself deeper into your wet core. A whine tickles at the back of your throat, eager to somehow be closer with him than you already are. You hoist yourself up on your forearms and desperately reach for your boyfriend’s waist. You relished in the sensation of feeling his hip bone under the pressure of your thumb, fingertips digging into the skin of his hip. He met you halfway, lowering himself, his hands on either side of you. Your foreheads touch. The moment is so touching you unintentionally release a tiny gasp. The sweet gesture just reaffirmed all of the intense feelings you had for this man. Your eyes shut tight because you can already feel the intense need to sob in your chest and your eyes burn with a familiar sting. But also, the pleasure intensified tenfold for you. He can tell by the way your walls are squeezing around him that you’re close. This was his favorite part, to watch you lose yourself under his unrelenting gaze. Kenma’s eyelids drooped lazily, he was drunk off of your every reaction, however small. His rhythm begins to speed up, lewd slapping noises of your rapture fill the bedroom. You have all but given up on containing your cries, especially the moment your tear filled eyes lock with Kenma’s, making your pussy clench, sending you into your first orgasm. Your legs wrap around his waist, drawing him closer, refusing to let him leave you. His arms wrap around your back and shoulders, lowering the both of you onto the mattress, where he helps you rideout out the rest of your orgasm. You are a sopping, crying mess. Your honeyed tones drizzle into Kenma’s ears, urging him to chase his

own orgasm. He forgoes your sensitivity, forearms locking behind your shoulders as he begins to pound you relentlessly. Your breath hitches in your throat but once your breath returns to you, you let out a shrill cry, hands grabbing at his tense back muscles, nails digging into the skin there as your boyfriend ignored your pleas to slow down. This only aided in Kenma chasing his own release, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his own cries as he came inside of you, his own legs shaking as his knees dug into the mattress. You sobbed, unable to hold back the tears and your cries as an intense second orgasm washed over you. Kenma’s expression is alarmed as he lifts his head from the crook of your shoulder. “Y/n, did I hurt you?” His voice hinted concern, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb swiping underneath your lash line to wipe away some of your tears. “N-no,” you whimper, blush blooming across your cheeks and bridge of your nose at the reason behind your emotional outburst. “I just love you so much and you make me feel so good.” In his own subtle way Kenma looks relieved, craning his head to kiss your cheek, nuzzling it with the tip of his nose. He begins to ease himself out of you and lays on his side right next to you, continuing to wipe the tears gently from your cheeks using the calloused pad of his thumb.   ･ﾟ✧ NSFW Drabble for Nishinoya Yu ･ﾟ✧ “Y-yu,” you beg your boyfriend between rapid panting, trying to hold in the lewd sounding cries you so badly wanted to let loose. Yū let out a low grunt, enjoying the sight of the tears that gathered at the corners of your eyes. He had sent you hurtling into your first orgasm, managing to hold back his own release, determined to have you cum a second time. Only then would he allow himself to bury himself in the pleasure of your body. “Does it feel good, baby?” he panted softly, a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead, doing his best to keep an even rhythm with his thrusts. “T-too much,” you whine, looking so embarrassed by his question, not yet having found your confidence in the bedroom, unlike Nishinoya. His cock throbbed inside of you and he cracked a smile as he watched the blush that swept across your face, your tears spilling down the sides of your face. You choke back a sob and Nishinoya lowers himself onto the bed, the rolling of his hips unrelenting, the pace quickening. “That’s right baby, you cry so pretty,” he pants,  biting his bottom lip in anticipation. Nishinoya is fixated on your expression, loving the way your maidenly bashfulness melted into an expression that only knew pleasure in its rawest form. Your babbling is incoherent as tears flow freely from the corner of your eyes into your hairline. “Yes baby, yes,” his praise strokes your pleasure even more, your jaw unhinges, falling silent as your second orgasm crested, pussy spasming and clenching around your boyfriend’s cock. You felt so full with him burying himself inside you all the way. The pleasure was white hot and only got more intense once Nishinoya began chasing his own orgasm, which did not take long.

He exploded inside of you, rope after rope of thick cum pouring into you and mixing with your own juices. Your legs are shaking as Nishinoya holds himself up over you, looking down at you with a wide, satisfied smile on his face. He lifts a hand and wipes away the tear stains along your cheeks and the side of your face. “You alright baby? You did so good for me. Want me to get the bath ready?” He took his time pulling out of you, watching with rapt attention as his cum poured out of you, dribbling onto the sheets beneath.