#TY TO WHOEVER SENT THIS YOU MADE ME SMILE SO WIDE AND LAUGH AND BLUSH!!!!

[charliesinfern0]

[pen ink smeared from sweat] Dear Charlie, You're really screwed up in the head, aren't you? Spending so much of your time thinking of NEET scum like me...well. I guess there's no helping it, if you've already lost your mind enough to tolerate me day in and out, we may as well spend this day together too...if you'll have me. Messed up though you may be, it's not like you don't have your merits...your persistence against everything the world throws at you, for example...but you don't have to go at it alone. I'm not entirely sure what good I'd be at solving another's problems, hell..I can't even solve my own. But for you...I'll at least give it a shot, though you definitely deserve better than what my best can accomplish. It's only fair in exchange for what you've done for me...I especially know that balance like this is important. Thank you for having the patience to make my life this much better. When you're with me, it feels sort of easier. I've been thinking, I want to make things easier for you too. Isn't that selfish? Only acting like this after getting that attention first...tch. Sorry. Feel free to ball this whole thing up and dump it in the garbage. Or set it on fire. I think the next time I see you I'll set myself on fire. Sorry. Again. Sorry. Isn't most of this letter just complaining? Sorry. Shit I'moutofcardspace -松野 一松 [worlds shakiest heart. he got embarrassed. blacked it out. closed the card. banged his head on the wall 8 times. he draws a second even worse one to the side.] [probably also not a hand delivery he went to destroy it and it ended up getting to you through gag show hijinks you know !! birds and wind and love letter home runs and whatnot] [he loves you also. im killing him forever because he never says what he means but really truly]

ICHIIIIIII!!!!!!!!! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

thank you so much for the letter ichikitty I love you so much!!!!! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

u have a way with words certainly… and I love it bc I know you really care, and I really care abt you too!! thank you for being with me… I love you 💜

[kumzume]

glam ft. todoroki shotō [smhub]

wc. 2.8k :3

warnings. ownership, soft-ish!dom reader, edging, v v lowkey pet play (u call him bunny lol), quiet whiny shoto, begging, miss k*nk (?), slight humiliation k*nk, crying, um

an. SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG HOLY S WORD I HOPE ITS OK I DIDNT GET ANYONE TO BETA IT SO IF THERE ARE ISSUES M SO SORRY LOVE YALL TY FOR WAITING

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shoto todoroki was so pretty.

it wasn’t like he wasn’t aware — he’d heard the whispers amongst the girls back at U.A. about how attractive he was. that didn’t keep him from believing those words, his insecurities gripping him so tightly that he was unable to even imagine that anyone found him remotely appealing.

that is, until he met you.

when you first transferred into 3-A, the class was thrown into an uproar. you were beautiful, kind, and funny with a powerful quirk to boot! and yet, you never believed that you were better than anyone else, always treating every single person with respect — even bakugou (shoto couldn’t even pretend to understand how you did it but still, the behavior was so undeniably you).

it was all of your remarkable traits that ended up being shoto’s downfall. he believed you were way out of his league — you deserved someone emotionally available and sweet, things that todoroki felt, no knew, he was not. besides, with every single guy in the nearest vicinity falling for you, he knew he didn’t even have a chance.

so, shoto resigned himself to observe you from afar, watching your interactions with his closest friends and classmates, wishing that he could make you smile as wide as kirishima and deku or laugh as hard as sero and denki.

he knew he didn’t measure up and while he tried to make himself okay with that, he felt jealousy bubbling up beneath his skin when he observed shinsou helping you with your homework or bakugou training with you after school.

of course, he realized he didn’t belong to you or you to him and he had no real reason to be envious of whoever you chose to spend your time with but that didn’t stop him from fucking his hand late at night at the thought of you hovering over him, pressing soft kisses to his mangled scar and calling him beautiful.

shoto came embarrassingly quick with that fantasy, the shame and disappointment overwhelming him to the point where he’d purposefully ignored you for days after.

he could tell you were hurt by his behavior — he wasn’t entirely oblivious — but he knew it was for the best. you deserved so much more than him.

the both of you graduated and moved on to your respective agencies, shoto swiftly making his way up to the number 2 spot while you sat comfortably at number 17. neither of you saw each other very often but when you did, conversation was stilted and a bit awkward due to the intense attraction and inability to act on it on shoto’s part.

shoto was willing to go the rest of his life like this; seeing you briefly in passing, stumbling through a discussion with much difficulty, and then returning to his penthouse to hump his pillow and cry out your name.

it was a pretty good system for the most part. shoto had no worries about ever having to face his feelings for you and was content to live out his days suppressing his inner turmoil just for you.

unfortunately, the universe hates him.

at least that’s what he told himself as he stood in the center of a boardroom next to you, clad in your hero outfits and listening to instructions on an upcoming mission that required you and shoto to work together. alone. for days at a time.

what the fuck.

to be honest, shoto completely tuned out the minute he heard “one bedroom,” his mind racing with all the horribly tempting ways his fantasies could play out.

by the time the meeting was over, he was hard in his pants and entirely distracted as you attempted to make friendly small talk about your mission. shoto sort of felt like he should apologize for being an absolute brick wall, giving you curt one word answers until you decided to leave him alone.

he felt bad but what else could he do when you stood there, wearing your obscene hero costume that revealed way too much of your skin?

well, shoto was being a little dramatic but that’s how he felt! your suit was a play on the playboy bunny costume but instead of being black leather (he thinks he would actually die if you wore leather in front of him), it was a white, lightweight fabric that helped with your quirk.

it was entirely too sexy and reminded him a little too much of one of his secret kinks that he was determined to never let see the light of day.

it was going to be ok! he reasoned. all he had to do was do his job, ignore you like he’s done for the past 3 years and everything would be just fine — right?

wrong. so fucking wrong.

the mission had gone well on all accounts. you both had kicked ass, much to your enjoyment, and were able to go back home a day early!

you were so excited to finally be back in your own bed and away from the weird tension that being around todoroki brought. it wasn’t that you didn’t like him — in fact it was quite the opposite.

you found shoto alluring and gorgeous, his awkward yet endearing mannerisms drawing you further into the mystery that was shoto todoroki. regrettably, it didn’t seem like the man in question was on the same page.

every time you tried to speak with him, he would either stutter and blush or refuse to look you in the eye and give you one-word answers. it was actually ridiculously cute but he would always disappear the first chance he got.

it hurt but you weren’t one to push boundaries where you weren’t wanted.

that’s why that night, instead of going back up to the room to watch tv (uncomfortably, might i add) and knocking yourself out, you decided to go down to the bar and celebrate a job well done.

one of the perks of being a relatively unknown hero was that you could enjoy a night in public without anyone approaching you, a luxury you knew not many top 20 heroes could afford.

with that thought — and the memory of the stifling hotel room awaiting you upstairs — in mind, you made your way to the sparsely populated bar, sitting down and immediately requesting a drink (bourbon, on the rocks).

you scanned the area, counting the number of exits and patrons before your eyes landed on the handsome bartender down at the other end of the counter.

with curly brown hair, bright green eyes and a smile that could kill, there was no way you could lie to yourself and say he was unattractive. even as your mind briefly entertained the notion of taking the brunette out into the alley and fucking him within an inch of his life, your heart just wasn’t in it.

your mind just couldn’t stop drifting to the tall, dual-haired, oh so pretty, man who was (inadvertently) waiting for you upstairs. of course, you weren’t even his to wait for but you didn’t know how to keep from imagining that he was.

a deep sigh escaped your parted lips before you downed the rest of your drink, wincing at the burn it left as it went down your throat. it was getting late and you weren’t planning on spending your night alone with the janitor.

you sent the cute bartender a soft smile while pressing a crisp $20 to the counter. he sent you his own grin back as his eyes trailed down your body clad in your tight hero suit, licking his plump lips in arousal.

you were flattered, truly, but you were a little occupied with getting back to your room, changing into some comfortable pajamas and conking the fuck out.

the trip back up to your room was long and arduous to your sore body, the elevators being out of commission leaving you to take the stairs.

by the time you were at your door, you were so worn out that you were ready to collapse but before you could manage placing your key against the lock, something caught your ear.

“p-please miss,” a breathy moan of your name followed by a wet slapping noise rang out through the door. “i’ll be your perfect bunny, just let m-me cum, please-!!”

holy fuck.

shoto todoroki, the man you’d been crushing on since your years at UA was now touching himself to the thought of you doing god know what to him and he was calling you miss?

you felt heat flood your core, your knees buckling under the heavy weight of your lust. now braced against the door, you leaned your ear against the wood, determined to hear exactly what was getting him off.

more wet noises permeated through the walls — did he just spit in his palm??? — before a long whine left his pretty pink lips.

“m-miss, i belong to you, y-you own me,” he gasped, the creaking of the bed just barely audible beneath his wavering voice.

by now, you knew you’d soaked through the crotch of your hero costume, your clit throbbing painfully beneath the fabric of your panties. you also knew you should turn around, head back to the bar and order another drink, leaving shoto to finish himself off but you couldn’t.

your feet were implanted in place, ear glued against the door as you listened to your partner masturbate to the thought of you owning him.

quietly, you lifted the hand gripping your key to the door, allowing the touchpad to register before slowly pushing the door open.

the sight that greeted you was otherworldly.

the blinds were parted allowing a dreamy haze of moonlight to envelop the room, casting the pale man before you in a somehow whimsical light.

he was stripped down to nothing, lying on his back with a hand wrapped around his gorgeous, swollen cock, furiously stroking himself to completion.

the plump lips that you had spent so much time admiring were parted, allowing whines and whimpers to leave them sporadically as his lithe hips bucked up into his hand.

shoto’s eyes were clenched shut so he was unable to see your dumbfounded, painfully aroused face as you crept into the room, leaning against the wall with your hand pressed to your mouth.

it wasn’t as though you’d never seen a man naked before — you’d had your fair share of men naked in your bed begging for you — but this was something else.

this was shoto — somehow more intimidating than anyone else you’d ever brought to bed and yet you’ve never wanted anyone more.

which is why you were almost surprised at yourself when you opened your mouth and whispered, “stop.”

immediately, shoto’s eyes shot open, wide with fear and apprehension as he lied there frozen, his hand still wrapped tightly around his girth.

the both of you stood there staring at one another, neither of you able to move. you let yourself have this moment to look at him, your eyes tracking all over his muscular form before landing on his length, not missing how it twitched under your gaze.

“i-“ shoto started but he was quickly interrupted by your own voice. “s’this what you do when i’m gone? touch yourself to the thought of me? you’re so dirty bunny.”

it was impossible to hide the low groan that echoed out in the hotel room, shoto’s cheeks burning red in humiliation. a grin crept across your face as you made your way towards him, giggling to yourself at the way he moved up and away from you on the bed.

“now you’re trying to hide, bunny? you weren’t hiding when you were moaning out my name.” your hand slid up his thigh until it was resting on his sharp hipbone, an abrupt gasp leaving his chest.

your hand continued its trajectory, fingers trailing across his tummy before coming to wrap around the base of his cock.

“o-oh fuck, miss—“ a thick drop of precum leaked from his slit and onto your awaiting hand as a low moan departed from the dual-haired boy.

one of his hands shot out to hold yours, drawing your attention to his heterochromatic gaze. shoto’s eyes held so much emotion, small tears already littering his lashline while the moonlight illuminated his crimson scar. he was ethereal.

“pretty,” you hummed, giving him a gentle smile while your hand squeezed his in reassurance. you’d had enough experience to know that that kind of comment was guaranteed to get some kind of vulnerability but what you were not expecting was the expletive shoto muttered before leaning forward to press his lips to yours.

immediately, he was over-enthusiastic, his lips and teeth clashing with yours messily, almost painfully, before you took control of the kiss, slowing shoto down before slipping your tongue inside his mouth.

his quiet groan vibrated into the kiss as you deliberately laid him down, resting his back against the pillows. from there, you had more access to his body, your lips trailing down to his neck while your hand took its place back on his length, lazily pumping him up and down.

“m-miss!” shoto choked, his eyes widening yet again, holding you with his stare. you chose not to respond, instead stroking him quicker while pressing kisses to his shoulder.

“miss,” he tried again, this time more deliberately. “p-please tell me i’m yours...”

with him asking so sweetly, a few tears leaking from his gorgeous eyes at the overwhelming moment, how were you supposed to deny him?

“of course bunny,” you purred, leaning down to peck his nose, sending shivers through his body. “you are mine.”

shoto’s reaction was instantaneous. his eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth dropped open as he felt his pleasure begin to crest, determined to push him over the edge.

you, of course, noticed his body’s response and quickly pulled your hand off of him, painfully ripping his orgasm from his grasp. a disappointed whimper resonated throughout the room as shoto’s eyes found yours, staring at you with such betrayal that you almost found it funny.

“c’mon bunny,” you moved until you were kneeling between his legs, your hands leaving featherlight touches to his inner thighs. “you can hold out for me, right?”

shoto nodded before he could stop himself, desperate for anything you would give him.

besides, it couldn’t be that hard to hold off, right?

...

wrong. so very wrong.

it had only been 30 minutes but it felt like 2 hours since you started playing with him and keeping him from coming.

shoto was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, both hands tangled in his bi-colored locks, eyes squeezed shut with tear tracks now drying on his cheeks and his cock standing fully at attention.

it was purple, throbbing, and covered in precum as you licked a stripe up the side making shoto sob in pleasure.

he had never been harder in his life and he was certain that he would just die if you didn’t let him cum soon.

“p-please, please, miss, please, let me cum,” he babbled, shaking his head mindlessly while bucking his hips up into the warm heat of your mouth.

you chose to ignore his pleas while you moved your mouth over his tip, sucking hard while your hand pumped what wasn’t in your mouth.

“a-ah-!!” shoto shrieked, his back bowing off the bed, his orgasm coming on so hard and so fast that he felt like he was going to explode. “c-can’t hold back m-miss, i can’t, i can’t!”

your hand continued to pick up speed before you pulled your mouth off of him, toying with his tip while leaning up to breathe into his ear.

“cum for me bunny. you’re mine.”

with a cry of your name, shoto came, thick spurts of cum covering his abs, chest and thighs as his body convulsed under the weight of his bliss.

it was the most all encompassing orgasm he’d ever had and you, his former classmate, current partner, and future lover, was beside him through it all, helping him ride it out.

in the back of his mind, shoto knew he should be at least a little worried about how your relationship was going to change after all of this but he couldn’t bring himself to care. you were here and now, bringing him the most pleasure he’d ever undergone with nothing but kind words and a smile, filling his touchstarved heart with heat and, dare he say it, love.

shoto may not have been the funniest or the most open but you chose him, even if it was just for the night. and now that he unlocked how much he loved you, nothing else mattered — just you and him.

as he collapsed back into the sheets, his head just barely registering the cool rag wiping him down, he took pride in how he finally admitted it to himself; shoto loved you and he would be damned if he let anyone else take him away from you.

now, all he had to do was tell you but that was a conversation for another day.

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Eros - Bar AU Chapter 1, part 1

Disclaimer: This piece is a Mystic Messenger AU.  It is heavily inspired by the American sitcom Cheers, a show centered around a Boston bar called Cheers and it’s regulars.  Even though I have tried to keep as much of canon personalities with all the Mystic Messenger characters just remember that it is an AU and a few things may be different than in game or your headcanons. This has been fun to plan and I hope you find a bit of joy reading it!  

PG13+ for swearin’ and boozin’.

Ch.1/2 | Ch. 2/2

Eros.

If you’ve never wandered to the outskirts of the downtown nightlife you’d think the name represented an establishment of finesse; a fancy restaurant, a classy gentleman’s club, a ritzy cocktail lounge.  

But throw open the doors to the aging building during the late midday and you’d find yourself staring at a lavish open bar.  You’d get a warm greeting from a handsome bartender and there’d be an air of familiarity amongst all the patrons.  

You’d never know that you’d love it until you stepped into it and everyone welcomed you back, happily shouting your name.

Names.

That’s right...

There’s always a good story behind a name.

A hum of a cheerful tune echoed throughout the empty space.  It was 3:15 p.m. and Zen busied himself wiping down the bar top. Sure they did work to clean up every night before locking the doors but for some reason the silver-haired man would always pass over the surfaces as soon as he walked in the next day.  He double-checked the beer mugs to make sure the handles were turned at just the right angle where his hands could grab them quickly. Napkins? Check. Pretzels? Check. Receipt with the number from a gorgeous woman that had spent the entire night prior staring at him?  He smiled at the legible digits and stuffed the piece into his back pocket. Check.

There was nothing more important to him in his current life than this bar but a date with a pretty lady on the weekend wasn’t far down on his list.  He made a mental note to add her to the small bucket that kept the rest of the numbers he received every night in his office.  It would be a shame if he were to not give this one a fair chance like the others.  

His thoughts were interrupted by the chime of the bell above the door as another man stepped into the establishment.  Was it already half-past three?  Zen looked towards the wall clock and let out a dramatic gasp of surprise, “Red, you’re early in being late! What’s the occasion?”  He pulled at two shot glasses to fill them up with whiskey, “Keep this up and you may get a promotion!”

The other male laughed a bit as he took off his jacket to sling along the coat rack near the entrance, “Seeing as I changed my schedule to come in at 3:30 p.m. instead of 3:00 p.m. I would like to point out that I am delightfully early for my shift.”

Red.  His real name was Saeyoung Choi.  He had bright shaggy red hair and eyes, protected by a pair of glasses, so golden they shone brightly like the sun rising in the morning but those same cheerful orbs held a bit of mischief that did well for him on the job.  His usual attire? A yellow and red checkered button down and light wash jeans.

Zen slid one of the glasses down the bartop to meet Red’s hand as he passed by.  It was tradition for them to share a shot before they officially opened the doors to the public so once they toasted each other they downed the liquor in seconds.  “Where’s your brother?  Don’t tell me he had to call off,” the man behind the counter furrowed a brow as he retrieved both glasses to wash them.  “It may be the middle of the week but I still don’t like it if we both have to act as waiters as well.”

“Cool your pecs, boss. He’s just parking the car. I guess the eatery across the street is having some sort of shindig and the streets are loaded with vehicles.  He’ll be here in a few seconds.” Red reached over the bar to grab at an apron to start tying it around his waist.  They didn’t have a uniform of any kind but Zen was oddly particular about everyone having an apron.  The man made his rounds of the space to turn on lights and make sure tables were set the way Zen liked it.  “Hey, you remember about that person Duckie has coming in for an interview, yeah?  What was her name?” His voice carried behind him as he had made his way to the back area where the pool tables and jukebox found their home.

Zen took a slight breath in as he had almost forgot about the interview.  Could he be blamed?  He was told about it the night before while he was chatting up with a busty blond at the bar, “Of course I remember! Her application is in my office. She was applying for...errr…”

“Waitstaff, boss.  She’s applying to be a waitress.”

“Right! See? I remember! And you know how I feel about names around here, Red.”  He shouted out towards the back hall.

“Yeah, you forget them easily so they have to leave it written down on a napkin, preferably with their number attached.” A cheeky grin was spread across Red’s face as he came back towards the bar, “Just make sure you act professional.  Hopefully she’s not a looker so you won’t turn that charm on.”

Zen turned to protest but was distracted as the bell chimed once more, a man that looked identical to Red walking through the door, “This is utter bullshit.  I had to park a block away in some weird parking lot.  When are you going to buy that lot next door so we can have proper parking for this place, Zen?  I hate having to always find a different place to leave the car.”

Zen chuckled slightly as he began to count the change in the register, “Not any time soon, Cannon, since I have to hire someone to help you.  What would you prefer? Parking or a night off?”

Cannon.  Saeyoung’s twin brother Saeran.  He had the same bright hair but wore mint-colored contacts instead to make sure he wasn’t confused for the other sibling.  His attitude was much less friendly as well, but was a hard worker. The normal attire for the guy consisted of a red V-neck t-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans.

“Whatever.” Cannon mumbled as he too grabbed an apron to strap to himself, “Whoever is coming in, just hire her.  She can’t be dumb enough to not be able to take orders.  And if she is, it’s not my problem.  I’m still taking a few nights off.”  He stuffed a notepad along with a few pens into a pocket as he began to prep a few bowls for snacks, “Let her know to just stay out of my way since I don’t want to deal with her.”

Red walked around and pat his brother on the back, “Now now, you have to play nice! You’ll be training her, after all.”

“Like hell I will!”

“Boys boys, let’s not get ahead of ourselves now.  I still want to interview her and if she’s not going to be a good employee then I’ll have to keep looking.” Zen closed the cash register, satisfied with the count, and looked towards the two, “I’m a pretty good judge of character so I’ll know within the first minute of meeting her if she will fit in with everyone around here!”

“You mean, within the first minute of meeting her you’ll know if you’ll fit into her?” Cannon growled out which sent Red into a fit of giggles.  The twins never missed out on an opportunity to give Zen grief which the man didn’t quite know if he enjoyed or loathed. “Can I catch a break around here?” Their boss sighed as he made his way from behind the bar to walk to his office, “Just try to respect me around the potential new waitress, would yah?”

Both brothers waved him off and continued to perform their daily chores.  The time passed pretty quickly as they bustled around and in no time Red had moved to switch the sign on the window from ‘Closed’ to ‘Open’.  They rarely had people come in as soon as the wall clock twittered at 4:00 p.m. but today the red-headed bartender hadn’t even made it back to the bar before the door was swung open.  He turned on his heels as he heard the bell and when he saw the face unfamiliar he gave a wide smile, “Welcome to Eros! What can we drown you with?”

The woman at the entrance gulped a bit at the abrupt welcome but gave Red a nervous smile, “Oh, hello.  I’m not here to drink-”

“Then what are you here for?  If you didn’t notice, lady, you’re in a bar.” Cannon leaned against the bartop and stared at her, “The pizza joint is across the street and we don’t hold any book club meetings here.”  His brother closed his eyes for a moment even though his smile stayed steady, “Could you grab the celery from the cold storage, bro?”

The male rolled his eyes and pushed himself off to make his way towards the back as Red once again locked eyes with the girl, “I’m sorry about that, he woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.  You were saying?”

She nodded as her attention was drawn back to the seemingly polite person who addressed her initially, “Yes...uhm...I have an interview in thirty minutes with...Zen?” She pulled a piece of paper out that had a name written along with a time and an address, “Sorry if I’m early.  You know what they say: Early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable!”

A smirk crossed his face as he took a good look at her, “Aye. I guess we are all an unacceptable lot around here, then!” He beckoned her in, “I’ll let Zen know you are here.  Please, have a seat!  Let me get you a drink, on the house. You deserve it for being ‘on time’.”  

“Just water would be fine, if it’s no trouble.”  She took a seat on one of the stools.  Placing her bag on the surface in front of her she started to look around the establishment. From the outside of the building she was afraid that the inside would look just as run down.  It was a pleasant surprise how well kept it had been when she entered. “Good to know you’d be a cheap date.” He placed a glass of water in front of her as he smiled.

“Excuse me?” Her fingers clutched at her bag a bit defensively at his comment, “What do you mean by that?” Red frowned slightly as he busied his hands with wiping a few glasses in front of him, “Water is free, you know.  I was just making a joke...sorry if that offended yah.” Her cheeks blushed slightly, laughing nervously while mentally kicking herself for letting the comment fly over her head that way.  “Right.  No need for apologies, I’m just a bit nervous about the interview.”

He snapped his fingers and he walked away towards the other side of the bar, “Oh yeah! Which reminds me.”  Climbing up on the edge he shouted towards the door in the back, “Hey boss! Your interview is here!”  Red shot a thumbs up at the girl, the door to the office swinging open as Zen finally emerged with papers in his hand.  

Her eyes widened a bit as she finally laid eyes on the tall man. He was just as attractive as everyone said he was; sharp facial features, eyes kind even though they were a bright red, his physique obviously well kept...but what her gaze fell on were his clavicles.  His light-blue dress shirt had a few buttons opened exposing the top of his chest. Zen claimed he had to do it since it got so hot as he ran around but everyone knew he did it for the attention he received. A sly grin crossed his face as he noticed the girl’s slight gawk in his direction.  

The shirt works everytime.

“Hey! Welcome to Eros!  Thanks for taking some time to meet with me! I’m Zen, the owner of this place,”  He walked into the bar area and leaned on the counter in front of her as he held his hand out for a shake, eyes sparkling, “Nice to meet you!”

She cleared her throat as he approached, giving him a big smile before meeting his hand to shake firmly, “No, thank you for giving me this chance mister...Zen?”  He shook his head in major disapproval at the title she had placed on him, “Please, just Zen.  I’m not the type to deal with those formalities.  Nice handshake, by the way.” His eyes never left hers but he had noticed she didn’t drop his hand throughout the entire exchange. Pulling her arm back she laughed a bit nervously, “Oh, thank you.  I’ve always been told to have a confident handshake when meeting others.”  

Zen mused to himself as he finally broke the eye-contact to look down to her resume, “That’s good advice.  So tell me a bit about yourself.  More importantly, why should I hire you?”

The woman let in a deep breath.  She had been mentally preparing herself for a few days now and had plenty to say but sitting in front of this man who she found so beautiful caused her mind to go blank.  “Well.  I’m currently a student at SKY University.  I’m working on my Masters in Sociology,” Her words came out in such a flustered jumble that Zen looked up from the paper to concentrate on what she was saying.  Even so she continued on, voice gaining confidence and becoming more bubbly as she ran through her speech, “I want to work as a social worker! I love being around people and I’m very empathetic. I have some work experience, as you can see,” She leaned forward and pointed towards the middle of her resume, “I helped at my uncle’s bookstore while I was in my first years of University.  He always said I had a natural talent for customer service! I can get along with almost anyone and I’m really good at calming down customers that are upset!”

Zen had placed his elbows on the bartop, his right arm bending upwards to prop his chin as his body leaned to the side.  A soft smile was settled on his lips as she rattled on about herself in such an animated manner.  This woman, he thought, is so charming. He found himself lost in her words and eventually stopped paying attention to what she was actually saying.  He was brought back from his daze when she suddenly placed both hands down on the counter to give him a look of determination, “You should hire me because I will be the hardest working employee you’ll meet.  I will do whatever it takes to learn the skills I need and I will learn them quickly.  I will not disappoint, that I promise you.” She was breathing a bit heavier since she had fallen into a passionate speech towards the end.  

She’s bright, like a little ray of sunshine.

“Sunny.” he cooed out.

The girl sat back in her chair with a look of confusion on her face, “W-what?”

“Sunny!” He exclaimed louder so that the twins could hear him.  Red gave a few claps and ran over to the girl, “Hey! Congrats!  You can call me Red! I’m the other bartender other than the big boss here.”  She looked between the two still trying to figure out what they were going on about, “I don’t...understand…”

“Zen gave you a name, means you’re hired,” Cannon came around the side and got close to her ear,  “So don’t fuck this up. I want a weekend off.”  

Red shooed his brother off and pat Sunny on the back, “That’s Cannon.  He’s the other waiter here so you’ll be working with him a lot.  He’ll warm up to you eventually!”  She nodded slowly and looked to Zen, “So...I have the job?”

He laughed a bit and crumpled up her resume, “Yeah! I like you and I think having you around will be great for the place! Welcome to the family, Sunny!”  She put on a big smile and held her hand out once more, “You won’t regret hiring me! But, my name is-”

“Sunny. Your name is Sunny. First rule I have in this place is you go by the name I give you. Call it a quirk of mine.” Zen looked up as he heard the jingle of the bell above the door, welcoming the customers in with a bright smile.  She looked behind her and watched as the two people made themselves comfortable at one of the tables, Cannon lazily making his way over to tend to them.  “But why would you use a name that isn’t real?”

He directed his attention back to her, chuckling a bit, “It is a real name! It’s the name that I, Owner Zen, have given you! You should be honored!” She opened her mouth to protest some more but was interrupted by Cannon barking out an order, “Two scotch rocks, boss.”  Zen nodded and pulled two glasses from below the bar with one hand, grabbing a bottle of liquor with the other, “So when can you start, babe?”

She pursed her lips at the question, moreso at the term of endearment, “Whenever you’d like to train me, of course.  I’ve never worked in a bar and don’t know a lot about alcohol so I’m sure you’d like to spend some time going over basics.”

“Are you free tonight? The weekdays are normally not too busy so I can spend some one-on-one time with you.  Sound good?” He flashed a smile at her, “You said you pick things up quickly and I’d like you to be good for the weekend.”

Sunny nodded and stood up to straighten out her shirt, “I’d love to start!  And what do I call you, since everyone has nicknames?” Zen placed the two drinks on a tray, beckoning to Cannon, “You can call me Zen, or these guys call me boss. I don’t mind you calling me sweetie or babe either, your choice.” He shot her a wink as he threw a hand towel over his shoulder.  She smirked at the act, leaning over the counter to get closer to him, “What’s your real name?”

“That I will not tell you.  The only person in this bar that knows everyone’s real names is me.  Red knows a few, since he handles the tabs alongside me. Don’t bother asking, it’s considered impolite around here.” He pointed a finger at the twin as he approached to pick up the drink order, “Even Cannon doesn’t know my real name!”

“I don’t care if I know your real name as long as I get my paycheck,” the waiter spit out his words with apathy, “Throw a bowl of pretzels on here, boss.  Stop flirting with the new girl.”  

Zen did as he was asked but kept his eyes on Sunny, reaching behind himself to grab an apron and threw it at her, “Let’s get started, then! I’ll give you the grand tour.”

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[cisco-fics-4-all]

Another Kiss is All it Takes

This was a request by @aliyla12 for: “Ok so badass reader comes from a different earth and starts helping team flash to catch criminals but the flash can't catch her because she slips through his fingers. So Cisco tries his luck and the reader kisses him to get away and couple days later she shows up at star labs in regular clothes looking for a job and they give it to her and she and Cisco star dating”. I hope this is specific enough to what you requested, and as always I hope you, and everyone else enjoys it!

Cisco screamed, startled by the feeling of a finger tapping on his back. He spun around, ear-buds flying from his ears, the soft sounds of Adele’s ‘Rolling in the Deep’ blaring from their tiny speakers as his eyes landed on you. He immediately turned pink, blushing with embarrassment, not only at the shrillness of his scream, but the fact that just before you’d tapped his shoulder, he had been belting the chorus of the song in an intentionally off-key way that he sometimes did purely for fun. You bit your lips together, forcing down a giggle as you regarded his deer in headlights expression. You hadn’t meant to startle him, but you really didn’t think he’d appreciate it if you listened in on his shoddy karaoke for much longer. Once you’d composed yourself, you apologized. “Sorry, I uh...I didn’t mean to startle you,” You told him with a grimace, hoping he wasn’t too upset with you. For a moment, Cisco forgot how to form words, his brain simply screaming at him ‘Holyshitprettygirlwhojustheardyousinginglikeastrangledcatohmygodohmygodohmygoooooood’. Once his genius level vocabulary returned however, he blurted out, “How did you get in here?” followed by an awkward, “hi by the way,” feeling it was only polite to say as much to someone who had kissed him two days previous. “The Museum,” you explained simply, “the Harrison Wells look a like told me where you would be, he remembered me from the whole kidnapping fiasco I helped you guys with,” you shrugged, and gave him a small smile, “hi to you too by the way.” Cisco nodded, his brain wrapping around what you’d told him. Then he relaxed, smiling back at you, “So HR invited you in, ok,” he confirmed with a hint of amusement, “can’t say I’m surprised, he was raving about you once we got him back here after you helped us save him, said he was going to write one of his books about you.” He set the tools he held in his hand down, avoiding your gaze as long as possible as he tried to decide what to say. You were in civilian clothes he’d noticed, or at least more civilian than the black and gray combat boots, cargo pants, and leather jacket you usually wore while working; that made him even more curious about your motives for coming here, his heart fluttering slightly at the though that your showing up announced like this was because of him. His heart fluttered more still, as his suspicions were confirmed when you informed him, “I wanted to see you, to uh...talk about what happened a few days ago.” He turned back to you, trying his best to keep his expression neutral, not wanting to convey his excitement too soon and possibly scare you off. “A few days ago,” he repeated with a curious smile, “you mean when you kissed me?” Cisco nearly swooned when you blushed a pretty shade of pink, “Yes,” you confirmed quietly, “I wanted to talk about that.” You felt hot all over, your head spinning slightly at this foreign feeling of shyness and almost vulnerability. You were never this coy with anyone, hell where you came from, most people thought you had been incapable of feeling basic human emotions, what with your track record and all. But here you were, blushing and smiling like a school girl, all because of this adorable inexperienced meta whom you’d kissed to get out of a bind. You weren’t from Earth one, in fact you had never heard of it, until a chance meeting with a meta on your Earth (later designated Earth 53 by Team Flash) sent you spinning through a wormhole into this universe. The differences between this Earth’s Central City and yours, had thrown you for a massive loop in the beginning, but after sorting your business out with the meta who’d tossed you here, and spending some time performing heroic acts with Team Flash, you had grown rather used to this world, if not a little fond of it’s simplicity. Here, you could save people, and know it made a difference; on your world, it had felt as though you could save a thousand people, and a thousand more would just spring up in their place, each one more miserable than the last. Here, you actually felt like a hero, and you were treated like one, despite numerous attempts by The Flash to apprehend you. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you exactly, but to be fair to him, The Flash was this city’s hero, it was only logical for him to want more information about you, being that you were an outlier from his team. It had almost become a game between you both, you’d help him with his heroics, he’d use his speed to slap a pair of power dampening cuffs on you and try to drag you back to his hideout. It never worked though, your powers resonated differently than what the cuffs were designed to combat, so eventually he stopped trying altogether...and that’s when Cisco had started. Amazingly, Cisco only made one attempt, but it was his shot at tying you down that had actually succeeded. It was after helping them save their friend, the Harrison Wells look alike HR. Cisco had pulled you aside to thank you for your help, even telling you his real name to show he trusted you. But cordial conversation quickly turned confrontational, when he snapped a new pair of cuffs on your wrist, these ones he’d designed to resonate to your specific frequency, which he had easily picked up with his own powers on a previous mission together. You had panicked slightly, thinking you’d finally been caught, but he had made a rookie mistake when he bragged about how the cuffs actually worked, brandishing a remote at you that was able to not only adjust the frequency at which the cuffs resonated, but could also release whoever was in them with a push of a button. Your survival instincts had kicked in then, not ready to give up the game just yet. You began to play to his ego, peppering him with praise at how clever he was to come up with this solution, and how surprised you were that he had been sly enough to cuff you so quickly. He became putty in your hands after that, and with just a few more compliments, and a few steps closer to him, you were able to snag the remote from his pocket, distracting him with a kiss that you’d told him was a reward for his astounding cleverness. You had escaped rather quickly after that, much to Cisco’s chagrin, but even after you made it back to your hideaway home, the memory of that kiss lingered. You weren’t sure if it was because it had been so long since you’d kissed anyone, or if it was the way he’d almost melted against you and tried to kiss you back, or perhaps it might even have been the twinge of guilt you felt at tricking him, wondering if he knew your compliments had actually been sincere and not just pretty words to ply him with. Two whole days you spent, considering the reasons the kiss had affected you so much, two whole days thinking of how soft his lips had been, how warm his body had felt, mere inches from yours, imagining how it would feel to have his deceptively strong arms wrapped around you in an embrace. It was at the end of the second day that you realized, it wasn’t just the kiss you were thinking about, and that was when you had a very serious, albeit brief discussion with yourself on the pros and cons of actually letting Team Flash ‘catch’ you for good. The pros had exponentially outweighed the cons, and you felt somewhat foolish for not seeing that sooner, but now was better than never, and you resolved to go to Star Labs the next day to ask for a job, and hopefully to see Cisco, whichever came first. And so now, here you were, blushing and smiling at the man who had occupied your thoughts for the past two days, hoping his neutral expression was not a sign that he wasn’t interested kissing or being kissed by you again. Cisco watched you squirm for a moment, mentally reveling in the fact that it was due to him that you seemed so flustered. But he was not a man, who enjoyed watching other people’s discomfort, so he let his smile widen, and took a step closer to you. “I’m all ears,” he said in a soft, almost sultry tone, “unless this is a demonstrative sort of conversation, y’know, involving a reprisal of the event?” he added, unable to contain a giggle as you pouted at him in frustration. “I - that’s not - I didn’t - ” you floundered, not wanting to admit that you honestly really did want to kiss him again, but unsure of how to explain as much without coming off as over eager, or distracting from you more official purpose for being there. Cisco’s warm smile only grew, his amusement evident as he listened to you stutter. After a moment, you closed your mouth altogether, taking a breath before explaining resolutely, “I wanted to join your team.” That seemed to surprise him, his eyes going wide for a moment, before his brows knit together and he frowned thoughtfully. “Oh...yeah no, of course,” he replied, feeling his previous embarrassment creeping over him once more, “obviously that’s why you’re here,” he let out a nervous, goat bleat of a laugh, “I’ll just...let me get Ba- I mean The Flash...he’s gonna want to talk to you.” You nodded silently, watching him pull out his phone, and type out a text message with deliberate fingers. A twinge of guilt struck you again, watching his smile become nervous, and his eyes avoiding your gaze. Worry began to prick at you, hoping he didn’t think you were shutting him down for trying to get another kiss, but then that was what it had sounded like… “Cisco?” You spoke his name, and watched him glance up at you, his lips set in a nervous line, his shoulder hunched with perceived embarrassment. “Hmn?” he asked, putting his phone back in his pocket. For a moment, you just stared at him, unsure of what you were going to do, only knowing what effect you wanted to have. You wanted to calm his nerves, to tell him you did want another kiss, to watch him switch back to the confident flirt he had been less than five minutes ago. All these things together seemed like too much to accomplish at once, so you just stopped thinking, and let your body do the talking. You took a step towards him, then another, closing the gap between you and leaning in, your lips meeting his for the second time, just as soft and warm as you remembered. This time, he was able to kiss you back, his lips moving with a gentle eagerness, his hand landing lightly on your arm, holding you near him as your hand found his waist. Time blurred in that moment, the world around you seeming to slow as your nerves began to tingle in delight at the intimate contact. It wasn’t until someone cleared their throat off to the side of your both, far too loud to be natural, that you broke apart to see that The Flash had entered the room, his yellow suited companion Kid Flash smiling and chuckling at his side. You blushed once again, biting your lip as he smiled at you both from beneath his cowl. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said, as Kid Flash nearly chocked on his own laughter, “but you called us Cisco, so maybe you two could resume whatever this is some other time?” Before you could respond, Cisco nodded his head, “Absolutely,” he said gleefully, before turning to you, “how does tonight over dinner sound?” You gaped at him for a moment or two before nodding your agreement, still a little dazed from the kiss, and being walked in on. The Flash shook his head, still smiling as he pulled his hood and cowl down, “Welcome to the team I guess,” he sighed, extending his hand, “my name is Barry, the giggling yellow guy is Wally, you’ll meet the others later, but for now I guess have fun on your date,” he fixed Cisco with a fond and only vaguely exasperated look. You shook Barry’s hand, frowning slightly in confusion, “Wait...that’s it? All this time trying to catch me, and now I walk in and you just sign me up as part of the team?” you asked, bewildered. Wally finally piped up, “What else is he gonna say?” he asked still giggling, “thanks for helping us all those times, glad you like our tech guy, but sorry no new teammates?” Barry rolled his eyes, Cisco began chuckling at your side, and you, after a moment of absorption, smiled at the three of them genuinely. You were part of the team, and a part of you, deep down inside, seemed to hum with happiness at the idea, as though somehow you were finally at home.