#also we simply said that if you needed to send them somewhere we would happily take one for the team đ
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hmm I believe it started with someone saying they were thinking about sucking my cock
Iâm supposed to be watching a football game with my homie but I am a bit distracted by a very horny group chat.
#cowboy.replies#also we simply said that if you needed to send them somewhere we would happily take one for the team đ
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The Perfect Life
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Summary- 1.7k Dark Steve Rogers x Reader x Dark Bucky Barnes. It's been over a year since Steve and Bucky abducted you to bring you to the remote farmhouse with fields of sunflowers. Finally, Steve and Bucky have the perfect woman, pregnant with their child.
Warnings- Noncon and violent death of a major character.
A/N- This is it folks, the very end of this series. For those of you who have stuck with me, I hope that this gives some satisfaction, although I'm anticipating some disbelief. I do hope you all enjoyed this dark series. Also, beware of those people with hero complexes.
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Steve was a god among these people.Â
He believed this as he stalked through Stark Towers to where Tony waited for there meeting. People stopped him in awe, giving him the rush to get through these moments till he could get home to his family.Â
A sunflower room where you waited like the good girl they trained you to be. Waiting patiently for his all his desires, no matter how twisted they could get. After that day in the basement, you were finally the housewife he and Bucky deserved.Â
It was a good feeling. After all these years, he and his best friend had what they needed. It was only a matter of time before you would be all swollen, months into your pregnancy. They just found out last night with a test, but now Steve needed actual confirmation.Â
Excitement filled the super soldier as he recalled watching you piss on the stick. When it finally revealed that you were pregnant, he was so damn proud. He and Bucky both. Â
Since you couldnât leave the house, not yet anyways, Steve was going to have Tony send a trusted physician to the farmhouse. You might be broken, but Bucky pointed out that you had a wild streak for freedom in you. After the baby was born, they would see about taking you off the desolate property. Back to civilization for a while.Â
After having his and Buckys child, you deserved a vacation somewhere, as a family. Steve smiled at the thought of being able to take you to the faraway places he remembered traveling to. He couldnât wait to see your eyes light up at the wonders of the world, thanking him and Bucky over and over in that sweet way where you go to your knees, eyes shining adoringly up at them while you stuck out your tongue.Â
Fuck he could feel himself getting hard just thinking about you. Punching the top floor button on the elevator, Steve leaned against the glass to watch the world below get smaller, lost in his thoughts of all the ways he was going to treat you for being simply perfect for them.Â
When the door slipped open to the massive office, he strode off. Tony from behind his desk glanced at the clock, cocking an eyebrow. âI expected you sooner.âÂ
Honestly Steve did too, but he got preoccupied leaving that morning.Â
âCome on Sweetheart, say my name.â He urged as he knelt behind you, your head tipped back to look up at him while your ass slapped back into him as hard as he was pounding you.Â
âSteve.â You finally moaned out in that way that could make his balls tight with the need to spill again.Â
âI was busy.â He informed Tony while taking a seat, one leg folding over the other and Tony gave him a knowing look.Â
âAnd how is she doing? Adjusting?âÂ
âY/N knows she is ours, accepted it.â Steve said happily. âIt took some time, but we got through to her that this was really the best for her. She will never want for anything.âÂ
âNot even her freedom?â Tony raised a cool brow at this question and Steve felt some doubt simmer in him, enough to make him snap a bit.Â
âNot even her freedom."
"Hmm, you know Cap, you and Bucky tried this with others. That field of sunflowers confirms that." Tony said darkly, making Steve tense. You certainly weren't the first. Others before you were tested, proved to not be able to withstand the life he and Bucky were willing to give you. But you didn't need to know about the scattered graves in the field of flowers, none of those women were good enough. You were perfect. "What makes her different?" Tony asked curiously.
"Because we showed her how good life with us can be," Steve said confidently. "In fact, I believe we are expecting so that will take up her time when we are not around.âÂ
Tonyâs eyes brightened in surprise, giving a snap of his hand against his desk. âWell, congratulations Cap. I'm shocked you even dragged yourself away after that news.âÂ
âThank you, it was a long time coming but worth the wait.â Steve got a faraway look as he thought about how long he had wanted to settle down, have his girl on his arm and a babe in hers. How Bucky would stare after him and Peggy longing for that family. Steve thought Peggy would be it, but then everything happened and dashed that dream away.Â
When he rejoined the world, everything changed. He thought he was all alone. A lonely life longing for what was.Â
Until Bucky showed up again, broken but still his best friend. That's when the idea took root for Steve, they couldnât find a girl here to satisfy their needs, they would train one. Make her the perfect wife and mother. Steve had no issue sharing with Bucky, not when he wanted to see his best friend as happy as he was now.
With Tonyâs help, that dream became a reality. It had taken over a year to get you to this point, but Steve wouldnât change anything that had happened. You all were now so happy.Â
âSo what do you need then? You want to bring Y/N here to have her checked out?âÂ
Steve gave a shake of his head. âNo, she isnât ready for that yet. Can we fly someone out there?âÂ
âOf course, I got plenty eligible people on the payroll. Jarvis, pull up a list of pediatricians in the building.âÂ
While Tony searched for the doctor, Steve pulled out his phone to check on you. Would you be curled up in your seat, reading in the sunshine? Taking a walk with Bucky around the property? Maybe in the kitchen working on one of your wonderful apple pies for when he got home.Â
It took seconds of him being able to find you. Apparently he wasnât the only one needing to be with you because currently Bucky had you on the kitchen counter, thighs gripping his waist as he fucked you. Your head was tipped back, Steve could picture the soft moans escaping you. So sweet sounding.Â
He was about to close the phone when he saw your hand reach behind you and panic rose in his chest.Â
âDont you do it Doll.â He growled out and Tony paused in surprise.Â
âEverything okay Rogers?âÂ
âFuck.â Steve snarled as he stared at the screen. âI need to get back, right now.â He leaped up from the chair, panic wild in his eyes.
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âTighter Doll, thatta girl, good girl.â Bucky's hot breath was buried against your neck, your arm slung around him with nails gripping his muscled back. You squeezed your thighs more, wrapped around him while you jolted against the cool counter, panting in Buckyâs ear.Â
âMake me cum Bucky, I need it so bad.â You whined as you nipped at his earlobe. âPut another baby in me.âÂ
It made him groan, grinding into you and you felt yourself building up to make it end. Your body shaking as your belly clenched, needing it now. âKeep me full, Bucky, please.â You whined out again, crying out in pleasure while scratching down his back.Â
âI'm gonna Doll. You are so good. Fuck.â He grunted and you feathered kisses against his neck, pulling him closer against you, His forehead fell to your shoulder, his hands bruising your hips to hold you still for him to finish.Â
He was distracted enough to not notice your subtle movements while your moans of his name got louder, keeping him pounding you.
Your hand stretched behind you, the knife block so close now and he was distracted with finishing. Trying to drive you to finish. You couldnât cum, not yet as much as your body wanted to loose itself, making you feel disgust with yourself for even wanting to give in.Â
Closer, closer, your fingers brushed the familiar wooden handle. And just as you started to quake, moments away from giving into the sensation, you pulled the knife loose.Â
Bucky came just as you plunged the blade into his neck, making him roar in shock and pleasure while he crashed into you.Â
You didnât stop, you yanked that knife out again and went deeper with each plunge. Spurts of blood escaped him to cover you as he pushed you away with a bloody hiss while it squirted from his mouth.Â
You tumbled against the floor, scrambling to your feet to lunge at Bucky again, grabbing at the knife protruding from his neck and yank it out.Â
âY/N, fuck, why? Fuck.â He tried smothering the grisly holes in his neck, blood running all over the place. You held the knife in front of you and scrambled further away from where he was laying on the floor, panting at the exertion of what just happened, adrenaline pumping through your veins.Â
It was a better feeling then any orgasm he had ever given you.Â
âY/N, Steve, call Steve.â Buckyâs voice was gutted sounding, still not having processed your betrayal.Â
You laughed coldly while you worked your way to a stand and held onto the counter to keep from slipping in the blood on the floor. âYou are delusional Bucky.âÂ
âDo it.â He hissed, his hand slippery against his neck while he started going pale. You savored the actual look of fear in Buckyâs eyes. You imagined that was how you must have looked so many times. Having the power to be able to stare him down gave another rush of adrenaline. âBecause you need us. We love-â His tone started to fade, his eyes trying to stay open.Â
âYou love me?â You flipped the knife to aim into a downward plunge motion, this time aiming for his heart, grimacing slightly as you felt the blade push in. You loomed over him, watching his vibrant stormy eyes fade to nothing. âYou were a monster, even if you loved me like you think you did.âÂ
Prying out the knife, you fell back, the whole kitchen floor streaked red with sticky blood and you were covered in warm blood. You felt the tingle of anticipation fill you and glancing up, your eyes fell on the houses camera system.Â
It was like you could feel Steveâs rage and pain through the lens that was focused on you. You could just imagine his expression now, watching as you killed his best friend, the only friend you suspected. Pushing up, you made your way across the kitchen till you were standing just under it so the camera had a clear view of you, staring coldly up at it. Pulling off the dress you were wearing, you tossed it at the bloody mess that was once Barnes. With the knife still in your hand, you felt along your hip till you found the B scar Bucky gave you.Â
âHe doesnât own me anymore Steve.â You said out loud, taking the knife tip and slicing it across the B till it was ruined. Tears streamed down your face, cutting through the blood smeared on your face, but your smile was cold, and predatory, showing your satisfaction. The lens seemed to zoom in on you while you mouthed silently.Â
Come get me Steve, Iâm ready for you.Â
You were ready to burn down your sunflower prison to the ground when Steve came for you.
#the perfect life#dark steve rogers#dark bucky barnes#dark steve rogers x reader#dark bucky barnes x reader#amber writes#sweater writes#steve rogers x reader#bucky barnes x reader#chris evans characters#sebastian stan characters
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Sam and Max: Freelance Police: Tonight We Love Review (Comissioned by WeirdKev27)
Happy almost valentine's day you happy people! And for those who have a partner, it can be a warm time of love, recommetment and buying stuff. For those of us who haven't found someone or dont' like it's corprate nature it's a more frought time though and that's where some old friends come to the rescue.
Yes we're getting double sam and max this month and it won't be the last time as Kev has tenative plans to have me do more reviews of the two non game sam and max series: the original comics and of course the awesome cartoon sam and max freelance police: plopped onto fox kids and promptly treated like wet garbage, Freelance Police is still a treat to this day and having binged about half of it, I can say it captures the spirit of the franchise perfectly while adding it's own touches: the weapons are either bizzarely specific or entirely over the top to get around not being able to use guns, and it's perfectly enjoyable for both kids and adults, while the 11 minute pace of each cartoon helps keep the series manic energy up. In short it's one of the best adaptations of a comic/video game ever put to film and I badly wish we'd get another somewhere, as with a proper budget, time to develop and the freedom that comes with streaming there's no telling what we could get. But what we got was fantastic.
So this isn't my first review of the cartoon as i've covered both the friend for life as part of an april's fool house of mouse review, and likely will again as it's one of my faviorite episodes and has the red green show's Patrick McKenna as Norm, THE FRIIIENNND FORRRR LIFFFEEEE. I honestly wish like the Geek , who i'll get to, he'd been ported to the telltale games. Especailly after enduring the soda poppers.
Tonight We Love is one of two holiday specials Sam and Max did, the other being said christmas episode. And while the other had some sentiment along with the bloodshed, it's clear the writers didn't like Valentine's Day and knew sam and max, happily married they may be, wouldn't either, so instead our heroes are beach combing to avoid all that lovey dovey shit their not a fan of it. Honestly it's one of the few anti-valentine's day valentine's day episodes i've seen. Sure some specials may have characters against the holiday, but most at least at the core of it reinforce what it means. Sam and Max.. has the duo hate it, never change their mind about it and have the holiday be one big fat obstacle between them and their goal.
So what noble goal sends our heroes hurtling back into the city into the frenzy of lovers, dreamers and me? Why THE PRESIDENT OF COURSE. Well the commisioner anyway. I do love how they do the phone gag here as not only does the comissioner phone in via a shell, but when Max, whose ALREADY HOLDING IT tries to "I got it", Sam picks him up with the metal detector. Kev informed me that Max has a metal plate in his head that comes and goes as the plot needs it.
Anyways our heroes go to the Geek, aka Darla, aka a character I badly wish would come back next time they do something sam and max related. Darla serves the same roll as Bosco from the telltale games, being the team's arms dealer basically. The realtionships are radically diffrent though: Bosco simply sells stuff because that's his job and while he does seem to like the duo, keeps it mostly professional, which is sad as Sam sees him as a father figure. The two also annoy him at times.
In contrast while The Geek can be annoyed by her friends antics and them breaking her stuff, she can also both get in on it and clearly loves the guys. It feels like they split her into Bosco and Sybil for the series to have mor echaracters to interact with, but Darla herself still feels wholly unique. She's also a rare case of exectuive meddling remotely being a good thing: She was originally a fairly sterotypical nerdy boy, but execs wanted a female character, which I think worked out better as with the fo;rmer design the geek likely would've been more of a sterotypical nerd. With this the geek is mor ea modern nerd: snarky, but also plenty willing to goof off. She's also exactly the kind of straight man the two need: someone who will play along and be just as madcap as this world requires her, but who can also be frustrated with the two's stupidity and mayhem without feeling like two seperate people: she primarly gets mad when they break her stuff, which is fair, but is fine making said dangerous stuff for them and loves her surrogate dads.
Anyways this time she's made an artifical heart to the president, which max naturally inserts the obvious joke about. So our heroes stick it on the DeSoto, which is .. just fun to say. Try it.
Naturally this being an 11 minute cartoon not only do they play the timer for all it's worth.. but things quickly go wrong as after sticking it on the atnenna someone STEALS the DeSoto
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So the rest of the episode is a madcap chase.. though not too hard at first as the Geek installed a tracking device that naturally goes "over here boneheads" over and over, which is both hilaroius and makes sense⊠I mean Max likes to play hide the desoto at least once a week and after that scuba diving fiasco with the mer people, he had to have some contegincey ready. Anyways they find the pompadoured desperado and his girlfriend woh have sotlen it to make out and give chase. If i'm not too descriptive.. ti's that ther'es only so much I can say.
At any rate our heroes loose them but find them at loveland, which is suprisingly not some sort of cult or some sort of christian super group done by ned flanders, but a love themed amusment park and pure hell for our heroes, including Max getting stuck in the tunnel of canodling. They eventually find our desperados and I love their explination "I didn't mean to steal your car it just looked stealable". and I also like how while Sam symptahize siwth them max.. tears them to shreds off screen. You crack me up little buddy.
At any rate our heroes get the heart to the president in time which is for his dog, valentine's day is saved.. and our heroes exit as only they know how.. in a hail of bullets after knocking the president over.
Tonight We Love is a fantastic special and if you haven't tried the Sam and Max Cartoon it's a great place to start that has the general formula, some great gags and a fun twisted take on valentine's day all in a tight 11 minutes. Open your heart and spleen to it this couples day and thanks for reading.
#sam and max#valentine's day#sam#max#the geek#tonight we love#animation#cartoons#freelance police#Youtube
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p.s. i love you
pairing ~ steve rogers x f!reader
word count ~ 4.8k
summary ~ when a reminder of his previous life sends you into a spiral of self-doubt, steve only begins to look towards the future.
warnings ~ fluff! slight angst with a happy ending! pre-established relationship, reader enjoying vintage music, flashbacks to first meetings, mention of alcohol but like it could be apple juice? i donât really refer to it as anything specific, so water if youâd like! bit of an awkward reader, but like awkward during a first meeting?? with steve rogers?? so i think very understandable. also, an awkward steve rogers, reader being an overthinker, no explicit mention of ptsd but allusions to it on steveâs part, platonic bucky, mention and small discussion of peggy.
a/n ~ this is based on this wonderful ask! so thank you anon for that! if you are out there somewhere reading this, i hope you enjoy! anyways, as i also said in the response to said ask, i am simply a sucker for some older music (shoutout to @nocapesdahling for our lil discussion on this! and unintentionally inspiring this one! i hope you enjoy this as well!) as well as steve rogers, and as soon as i wrote that baby drabble, i just had to do something bigger based off of it! also, i know steve 100% played âitâs been a long, long timeâ in ca:tws in his apartment, but letâs just pretend he doesnât play âhis musicâ really all that much or in front of you at all for a moment! mwauh! i hope you all enjoy!
You knew pretty much everything there was to know about Steve Rogers, and Steve Rogers pretty much knew everything there was to know about you, well, except for maybe one thing.
You only listened to it when he was away on missions, âhis musicâ, when you knew he would be gone for a few days, when you knew youâd worry for him, those unhurried, soft melodies from his time always made it feel like a part of him was still there in your apartment with you.
And when you wrapped your arms around yourself, doing your very best to imagine that it was him holding you, you couldnât help but hum happily, recalling the first time he had ever held you.
âThe trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly, then you and I came wandering by, and lost in a sigh were weâ
âSo youâre the one heâs always talking about?â He smiled from behind his drink, and you took in the man before you, everything Sam had mentioned about him was very, very, correct, if not more so. His crisp, blue button-down fit him almost comically perfectly, complimenting those beautiful blue eyes that you were sure had seen hundreds, if not thousands of tragedies, yet still held a surprising warmth within them.
âI hope all good things?â You replied, throwing a mocking glare to your friend
âThereâs not really a lot of bad I can say...â Sam chuckled, âWell, except for that one time-â
You cut him off quickly, handing him a glass, almost forcing the liquid down his throat yourself. You had just met the man, you didnât need Sam recounting every embarrassing training story of yours right now, maybe in some far-off future, you thought, maybe youâd tell him all of your stories yourself, and maybe heâd tell you all of his. Youâve known him for at maximum, 10 seconds, were you really thinking of a future with him already? And then he smiled at you, this time, not from behind his glass, allowing you an unobstructed view, And yes. You definitely were.
âWell I guess until I hear about that one time, yes, all good things.â He said the words so softly, leaning into you like he was indulging you in a secret of his own.
âSoâŠâ You shuffled awkwardly in place, and you could almost hear the quiet wince that escaped Samâs mouth. You were typically never any good at the whole âmeeting new peopleâ thing, but you had never heard Sam audibly cringe at you during an encounter, he had to cut you some slack though, it was Steve Rogers, Captain America, and he just expected you to jump into casual conversation with him like it was nothing?
But lucky for you, it seemed that the Star-Spangled Man with a Plan was feeling, a little less, with a plan, tonight as well.
âWould you want to dance?â There was a short pause before he corrected himself, âWith me? I mean if you didnât thatâs fine too, but with me would be-â he sighed, collecting himself âNice.â
You could have sworn you could hear Sam roll his eyes at you two, but you barely had enough room in your brain to think about that, not when now, it seemed that your every thought was occupied by his smile. âYeah, that would be⊠Niceâ you smiled back at him, placing your hand in his as he led you to the dance floor.
It wasnât long before the two of you fell into a comforting rhythm, slowly swaying to the music as you talked and laughed. If you werenât so distracted with how well your conversation was going, maybe you wouldâve seen how all of your friends and teammates were staring at the two of you.
âThey look good.â Bucky muttered under his breath, reluctantly passing Sam a ten-dollar bill.
âKnew they wouldâ Sam cocked an eyebrow in response.
âShould we just leave and see how much longer they stay here for?â Natasha added
âNo way, Iâm staying.â Sam declared, âIâve got ten more dollars that says they kiss by the end of the night.â
âI can't forget how two hearts met breathlessly, your arms opened wide and closed me inside, you took my lips, you took my love so tenderlyâ
You hadnât heard him come in, you supposed it was due to your memory-induced haze, but when you heard his duffel bag hit the floor with a loud âthumpâ you all but sprinted to your phone on the counter, pausing the music as soon as you could.
Steve stood dumbstruck, his feet seemed to be glued to the spot just in front of your doorway. You couldnât even read his reaction, was he happy? Upset? Shocked? You wanted to run into his arms and just hold on forever, but now, you were terrified to even move from your current position.
You knew it was hard for Steve sometimes, even though it had been a while since he was first pulled from the ice, some days were harder than others. Some days you would wake up and turn to see him sitting tensely on the edge of the bed, staring at an old, faded picture of him and Bucky, taken right before he was deployed. You wondered if he ever wished he could go back to that time, before⊠everything, a part of you felt the green shadow of jealousy wash over you at the thought.
But you would never do anything to intentionally upset him, to call out to the nightmares of endless fighting and war and lost friends that you knew lived deep down inside of him, and bring them to the surface, but as the two of you stood, looking at each other wide-eyed and confused, you believed you had done just that.
âYouâre home!â You tried to hide the nervousness in your voice, the slight tremor as you walked slowly over to him. He smiled softly at you, and a huff of breath left you at the sight, okay so heâs not upset.
His arms opened slowly, you could sense how tired he was as you molded yourself to his chest, feeling just how tense his muscles were.
He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, just as he normally would.
Maybe he hadnât heard the music at all. Everythingâs fine, everythingâs normal.
But then he let you go,
Everything was not normal.
âHey, sweetheartâŠâ
The way he trailed off made a pit form in the bottom of your stomach, even though the rational part of your brain told you that you had nothing to worry about and he was probably just tired, that not-so-rational part of you told you otherwise.
âHow was everything?â You replied timidly, you hated this, you knew he was coming home today, and yet you still decided to dance around your empty apartment and listen to those silly love songs. You had never played any of those songs in front of him, not because you didnât want to share every part of yourself with him, you just didnât want to dig up all of those memories he had again, not when he was just doing so well.
âTiredâŠâ He uttered, âThink âm gonna go take a nap before dinner.â
He pressed another gentle kiss to your forehead before walking past you into your shared bedroom.
You stood in the same place, you weren't even sure how to feel, confused? Worried? Scared? No, youâre just overthinking things, heâs just tired, thatâs all.
That night, though you found him sleeping in the same bed beside you, it still felt just as cold as it did when he wasnât there.
You laid on your side, facing the wall, barely able to sleep as your own antagonizing thoughts replayed in your mind, had you really just ruined everything over a stupid song?
You groaned in annoyance, begrudgingly throwing the covers off of your form. You wondered how your bed could feel so unbearably hot whilst still seeming bone-chillingly cold all at once as you tried to convince yourself that the temperature was the only reason you found yourself venturing into the living room in the middle of the night.
It wasnât just a song though, was it?
It was the memories that came with it.
Over the course of your relationship with Steve, he had slowly explained to you everything you didnât already know about him, the train, the war, Peggy. Just like how you occasionally found yourself in bouts of nostalgia for bits and pieces of your childhood whenever the radio played some long forgotten bubble-pop tune from your younger years, you assumed the same of him, albeit for a different time.
You could never ask him to simply forget that part of his life, you never would, but sometimes you stumbled upon longing for those times as well, wondering what it would have been like to be with him back then, so you started listening to the music of his time.
You didnât mean to develop your love of the music as much as you had, slowly amassing hours long playlists of your favorites, but as you added song after song, it felt less about the lyrics or melodies, but about him. You donât know how, but the music just felt like him. You could almost feel his lips ghosting the shell of your ear as he sang along, strong arms swaying you back and forth as you rested your head on his chest. They became a comfort when you were separated from him, the ballads bringing back a sliver of his warmth to your apartment when he was away on missions.
But now, the music you had found such solace in, felt like your adversary, but again, you couldâve just been overthinking things.
You threw your arms above your head, a quiet yawn emanating from you as you sat up on the couch. You quickly glanced at your surroundings, haven forgotten about your midnight location change.
âGâmorningâ a slightly scratchy voice called out to you
You turned to look at him, gracefully sliding scrambled eggs onto two plates, you smiled softly, you didnât think you would ever get used to seeing Americaâs Golden Boy being so domestic, and in your shared kitchen no less.
âMorningâ you replied groggily, you scanned his features as you journeyed to the table, looking for any sign of discomfort, but you found nothing, everything felt almost concerningly normal, almost forced, and you hated it. As much as you scowled at yourself for thinking it, you almost wanted him to come out and just speak to you in that disappointed-father tone of his, to say how he was upset with you, but instead, you two sat in silence as you ate, anxiously awaiting the dropping of the other shoe, though it never came.
As you two danced around each other in your bathroom preparing for the day, bumping into each other periodically as you changed, it still never came. And nothing else did either. There was a heavy silence in every room that you walked in, regardless of if Steve was in the room or not, the two of you barely uttering a word to each other as you went about your daily business.
Each time that you glanced over at him, he seemed so lost in thought, and it pained you to even let your own mind wander into what he may be pondering. Had he finally gotten sick of you? With all your unpredictability and caring-too-much and those sleepless nights when you just rambled for hours that he swore that he loved so much, was this finally it?
One song that reminded him a bit too much of all the time he missed, and here came goodbye.
You found your leg bouncing on its own accord as you fought back the tears, anxiously fidgeting with a stray thread on the couch. It had only been a few hours and you already knew that an entire day of this waiting game would only lead you to your own slow, torturous death. so you quickly changed your plans of doing chores all day, opting to spend some time with the world's leading authority on frozen-in-time-super-soldiers.
âDid anything⊠Happen?â You asked, attempting to hide the slight tremor in your voice by taking another sip of your drink.
âWhere should I even start,â Bucky replied, taking a deep sigh, grumbling in annoyance to himself.
Maybe something did happen on the mission and he really was just tired, maybe you really were overthinking this. âWell did he talk about anything⊠In particular, maybe about when you guys were younger?â
You knew that if anything serious had happened to Steve, or if he had said or done anything peculiar, Bucky would be the first to tell you, but as you sit across from him, nervously sipping your coffee, you couldnât help but feel a tad guilty at your inquiry.
Bucky shook his head, the shadow of a smile pulling the corners of his lips, âDo you really wanna know?â He cocked his eyebrow at you
You felt the butterflies begin to bloom in a pit at the bottom of your stomach, but could you even call them butterflies? More like moths, smothering any light of happiness that you may have had when you first sat down as he said those words. âY-yeahâ You managed to choke out, taking a steadying breath to prepare yourself for whatever was coming next.
âHe wouldnât stop talking about you.â He added nonchalantly
Your eyebrows furrowed, not in anger or concern, more from shock if anything.
âHe kind of never stops talking about you if Iâm gonna be honest. Havenât seen him this happy in a while.â
You assumed he had continued talking as you gazed out the window. âDoes he ever talk about-â You sighed, you really hated to bring this up, but you needed to know. âHer?â
You knew that he loved her once, and you winced slightly at the thought. You knew he had an entire life before you, you were just afraid that you may have brought up those feelings again, if only you hadnât put on the stupid playlist, you wouldnât have to be so worried about this.
His lips pressed in a thin line, he placed a comforting hand over yours, until then, you hadnât even noticed how your fingers rapidly drummed on the table.
âHey,â He almost whispered, you looked up at him through dampening lashes, when had you started crying? âHe loves you, I promise, and I wouldâve thrown him out the window if he had said even a word about any other girl. You make him so happy, I donât think Iâve ever seen him smile this much. Youâve changed his life.â A sympathetic smile turned the corners of his lips as he continued.
You sniffled, whipping away the rogue tears beginning to spill over onto your cheeks. You tried to appreciate him telling you that, but your breath hitched in your throat as you awkwardly awaited him to add the âButâŠâ to his monologue. You shifted through every memory from the past few weeks, searching for anything that could have acted as the final straw for Steve, but could find nothing. Another wave of tears threatened to commence as the âwhat ifâsâ entered your mind.
Though nothing else slipped past his lips.
So you muttered a quick âThank youâ, before gathering your courage to journey back to your apartment.
It was such a large part of him, he wasnât from this time, but he had made such an effort in trying. Every time you made some offhand reference to âSaved by The Bellâ or maybe even sang some cheesy 80's pop song, you noticed how quickly he would pull out his book, jotting down the words and quickly tucking it away again. You wondered if he had made notes on the margins about the movies or songs you recommended to him, but with the way he always had it safely nestled in his back pocket, for now you could only imagine the musings and notes he had possibly written about âTitanicâ
Or maybe you wouldnât have to imagine them.
Was it really stealing if someone had just left it on the kitchen counter?
You turned, checking for any signs of life in all directions, before doing your best to covertly abduct the small notebook. You hadnât been living in the tower very long, so you thought it would be best if you went through your new coworkerâs things in the privacy of your own quarters.
You tried not to squeal in delight, making yourself comfortable amongst your pillows as if you were getting ready to indulge in a classic novel. This wasnât anything to be excited about, this was not very avengers-are-good-people-and-donât-steal-things of you, but it was basically just asking to be picked up, and better yours than the wrong hands, (or Tonyâs, the two were interchangeable).
The first few pages were expectantly boring, lists of television shows and albums and historical events lined every page, with the addition of a few smiley faces, you assumed indicating things he particularly enjoyed. As you turned deeper into the book though, you began to notice the stars, small, hand drawn scribbles that accompanied a few of the items.
âThose are my favoritesâ
Shit.
You scrambled in your bed, hastily picking up another book from your side table as you attempted to play off the fact that you had indeed just stolen a super soldierâs private property.
Feigning a weak smile as you silently cursed yourself for not thinking to close the door behind you before snooping, you began to stutter out a reply âSteve, I-â
âNo itâs okay,â He chuckled softly, slowly ambling into your room. You could have sworn that the temperature had risen at least ten degrees since he had set foot in your doorway, you were practically melting under the warmth of his kind gaze. âMay I?â He gestured toward your bed, and you quickly nodded, an unfamiliar warmth spreading in your chest as you felt just how far the mattress dipped underneath his weight, though you couldnât tell if it was from the embarrassment of being caught, or another feeling entirely.
Ever since that night on the dance floor, you two had become fairly acquainted with each other's rooms, sneaking into one another's quarters when sleep refused to visit either of you, or just to sit in a comfortable silence when the world became too much. It all felt so easy between the two of you, the laughter, the banter, the trust, but now, just because you felt so pick-pocket-ly - inclined, you could have very possibly thrown it all out the window.
Any words you could have said in this moment seemed to be caught in your throat, there was no explanation for why you had suddenly come into possession of his notebook other than you simply just seeing it and taking it, god, how could you be so stupid-
âThose are my favoritesâ he repeated, smiling as he picked up the book and flipped to the last page you had been on.
There was no hiding the shocked expression that was written all over your face. You had very obviously taken the one thing he always carried with him, he probably looked all over the Tower for it, turned his entire room inside out, but he seemed so calm, like he just knew you would have it.
He pointed to a few items on the page, âAs much as I like the other stuff, these are my favoritesâ he hummed as his eyes scanned the lists, slowly repeating a few of the movies and songs that were written down.
The realization hit you harder than the shock of being caught, these werenât just his favorite things, they were yours.
All the songs you sang in the shower when you had thought nobody could hear you, the movies you had quoted and then gasped when you realized he had most likely never had seen it before, only to clumsily scramble over to sit beside him to recount the plot to him. It almost seemed like every offhand movie reference or mention of a song from your childhood was written down.
An exuberant burst of laughter broke you from your thoughts, and you found yourself laughing with him, while you werenât sure exactly what he was laughing at, you were sure you could get used to the sound of his happiness.
He continued to read from his notebook, occasionally turning to you to tell you why he enjoyed it so much, though you found it hard to listen when the sliver of warm, fading sunlight that crept through your window traced his features the way it did. Youâd never wished to be an artist, but suddenly, in this moment, you found yourself with the deep desire to paint.
Though you were content to simply just admire the view for now.
âHeyâ
You raised your eyebrows in response, mentally cringing at yourself as you prayed he didnât just catch you staring so intently at his features.
âThank youâ he added softly, placing his hand on your thigh
âFor what?â You laughed, you certainly hadnât done anything worth being thanked, especially after just stealing his property, tilting your head in confusion as you tried to think of anything else you could have possibly done to warrant his response
âJustâŠâ He sighed, a touch of annoyance spiked his tone, like he was just hoping you could understand him without so many words. âThank youâ
You just smiled in response, nodding your head and placing your hand atop his.
Maybe you did understand.
You hastily whipped your tears as you stood in front of your door. You tried your best to convince yourself you were being irrational, that everything was fine, even though things felt anything but fine.
You couldnât keep avoiding him. You were going to march into your apartment and find out what was wrong once and for all, if you could only convince your trembling hands to turn the door knob.
The door slowly opened with a quiet groan from the slightly rusting hinges
âWas starting to wonder when youâd get backâ
You didnât mean to let your bag collapse to the floor, nor did you mean to gasp as loud as you did, but how could you not?
It was like something out of a movie, small candles lining the kitchen counter and scattered throughout the living room, you found yourself chuckling quietly to yourself as you noticed rose petals thrown about haphazardly around the living room.
âDâyou like it?â
You finally turned to look at him, and you felt a lump begin to form in your throat.
There he was, Steven Grant Rogers, looking at you with every ounce of love he held within his body, in his old military uniform.
You covered your mouth to stifle the gasp that escaped your lips
âStill fitsâ He added
âIâd say soâ you mumbled, mostly to yourself, but the sly smirk that pulled at the corner of his lips told you otherwise.
âI uh, I wanted to ask you something...â He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck, his eyes glued to the floor as he awaited a response.
But you couldnât think of one. You had almost forgotten why you had been so upset in the first place, almost. âWe should-â you sighed, gathering the courage to continue, âWe should talk.â
âOh, yeah, of courseâ He rushed, you almost felt a slight relief at the thought that he may be just as nervous as you.
You took a few steps closer to him, careful not to disrupt any of the petals that were scattered across the flooring. âIâm-â You cut yourself off with a sob, and in an instant you were falling into his chest, your tears flowing freely as you cried out every emotion you had been holding in since he came home.
âHey, hey, heyâ he whispered, lifting your chin up with two fingers to look at him, âWhatâs wrong? Did I do something wrong?â
You could see the panic in his eyes as he scanned your face for any answers.
âNo, no, you didnât do anythingâ You sniffled, âI just wanted to say sorry.â It was hard to look at him as the words tumbled from your mouth, he clearly wasnât aware of anything going wrong, and you felt a twinge of anger at yourself as you thought how you might have just reminded him of something he wasnât even fully aware of until now, you closed your eyes, readying yourself for whatever âput-them-down-gentlyâ goodbye that he was surely putting together in his mind during the heavy silence.
âSweetheart, what are you sorry for?â
You furrowed your brows, âWhat?â Was the only word you could manage to sputter through your confusion.
âIâm sorryâ He added âWhen I came home, and I heard you playing that songâ He laughed, âIt just got me thinking about a lot of things, and Iâm sorry that I didnât say anything about them until now.â
And here it comes, the âbutâ, the goodbye. You almost felt like stopping him right there and turning back to walk out the door yourself, then, you at least wouldnât have to hear him say it himself.
You were too caught up in your own thoughts to realize how he was swaying you back and forth, âYou know, Iâve spent so much of my life living in the past. Always feeling like I was living in the wrong time, like maybe things wouldâve been better- differentâ he corrected, âif I had stayed back then. But seeing you, dancing around in our apartmentâŠâ He took your being caught off guard as the perfect opportunity to spin you, holding out his harm and turning you back into his chest as you giggled. âI realized, I think Iâm right where Iâm supposed to be.â He suddenly pulled away from you then, his eyes searching the room around you as if he had misplaced something. An almost silent gasp parted his lips as he almost lunged to reach under the side table by the front door behind you.
âClose your eyesâ He whispered, and you happily complied.
After a slight ruckus and shuffling, you heard it.
âThe trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly, then you and I came wandering by, and lost in a sigh were weâ
You snapped your eyes open, your gaze landing on the new addition to your kitchen counter.
âSteveâŠâ You sighed, eyes welling up with tears once again
âWell actually, Bucky found it at some antique store he was passing by and he told me about it and I just thought you might like itâ He explained rapidly before you could even fathom a response.
The rich mahogany finish on the box played in perfect contrast to the shimmering, golden lettering on the underside of the lid and itâs matching hinges. You stepped closer to it, gently tracing your hand along the intricate carvings that lay around the base. You wondered how Bucky had found something in such good condition in an antique store, the record spinning without a single skip, the smooth melody filling your apartment with a new kind of warmth.
âItâs beautifulâ you breathed
If you werenât so busy admiring the artistry of the Victrola, maybe you wouldâve noticed the weight of Steveâs gaze on your form.
âYeahâŠâ
His hands snaking around your waist had you finally turning to look up at him, and before you could say thank you, he continued.
âI wanted to tell you, I havenât really thought about those things in a while, everything that happened back then, âcus now Iâve just been thinking about the future, and-â He cleared his throat, like his own words were threatening to strangle him if he didnât get them out soon enough, âAnd how Iâd like to spend it with you⊠If youâd let me?â
Your hands fell from his chest as he slowly bent down on one knee, retrieving the small, black velvet box from his pocket, âWould you do me the honor of-â
Before he could even finish, your lips were on his as you pulled him up by his collar, âI love you. I love you. I love you.â You repeated, punctuating each utterance of the phrase with another kiss.
âSo I can take that as a yesâŠ?â He mumbled as you continued your pursuit
When you lifted your chin to look at him, your heart dropped. His eyes were glassy, his brow furrowed, the beginnings of a blush beginning to crawl onto his cheeks, his hands trembled as you held them, was he scared?
Though as you looked deeper into his eyes, you understood. He was scared, he wasnât sure if you would say yes.
You could almost laugh at his presumption, but you chose to whisper instead, âYes. Of course. Always.â
His expression turned in an instant, eyes shining with excitement and hope for the future, your future.
He slipped the ring on your finger hurriedly and held you with a gentleness like you would float away in a puff of smoke if he clutched onto you too tightly. And in truth, you wouldnât mind if you did, if you disappeared into thin air tomorrow, you would be happy knowing this night was your final one spent on this Earth.
But it wasnât, and neither would be tomorrow night, or the next day.
You had the promise of one thousand forevers at your fingertips, and you couldnât wait to spend them all with him.
oh goodness, i hope you all enjoy this bit of fluff as much as i did writing it! the song i used in this one is 'tenderly' by rosemary clooney, but also was inspired by 'p.s. i love you' by billie holiday! let me know if you give them a listen, they're just so cute! thank you so so much for reading! and as always, reblogs, likes, and comments are much appreciated! feel free to hop into my asks, i'd love for you to let me know what you think! (or if you just want to talk about all the nerdy things!)
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dad- l. laufeyson
pairings: loki laufeyson x doctor!mom!reader, mentions of tony stark, natasha romanoff, steve rogers, oc, and thor odinson warnings: a child, y/n is a mom, dad!loki who is probably a little ooc but i hope thatâs okay, y/n is a doctor but thereâs no real detail, itâs just alluded to, mentions of an absent father, mentions of adoption about: requested! Theyâre dating and she has a toddler from a previous relationship that ended badly. Loki treats the baby like sheâs his own and brings her to the compound once in a while to show off âhisâ baby. The little one adores Loki and started calling him dada, making the soft side of him comes out. And also the very protective side. He eventually asks reader if he can officially adopt her to be the father figure. Since reader never put down the fathers name on the birth certificate, they put Lokiâs down. a/n: thank you so much for requesting! i hope you liked this!!
tiny fingers splayed your cheeks wake you up, wet lips pressing continuously on your nose as familiar laughter rings in your ear. your nose scrunches, prying your eyes open to meet the mirror image of them in front of you. at the grin that splits daisyâs face, a smile sneaks up on your lips, too, âhey honey,â you say quietly, brushing away a strand of hair that falls in her eyes as your daughterâs warm hands hold your face.
âhi mama,â daisy replies, snuggling into your side, âpancake day,â she informs happily, a chubby finger reaching to trace the slope of your nose.
you tilt your head at her, raising an eyebrow, âreally? who says?â
daisy doesnât get a chance to reply, the crack to your door widening when loki steps through it, balancing a large plate stacked with pancakes and fruits in one hand. âloki!â daisy cheers, sitting up to reach for the food. you sit up, too, cocking your head at your boyfriend as you observe the platter.
âyou made food?â you ask, eyes scanning the little cubes of cut-up strawberries and bananas before looking back up at him in pleasant surprise.
loki ducks his chin, âyou were asleep. and today is pancake day. i simply could not disappoint daisy,â he explains, letting daisy take a piece of banana to shove in her mouth.
you gently run your fingers through her hair, a soft smile tugging at your lips, âhey, dais, letâs go eat at the table and watch some cartoons, hm?â at the sound of cartoons, she nods quickly, bouncing off of the bed to tug at loki to follow her, the god not making a peep when her grubby hands leave a smear of banana on his wrist. you watch as they head to the kitchen, listening when loki turns on the television and flips it to her favorite show without her needing to tell him. you take a second to remind yourself that the god in your house, sneaking homemade whipped cream--because store-bought whipped cream is not fit for her--to your daughter, is the same god who, not too long ago, physically recoiled at the mere mention of midgardians. you stand when you hear daisyâs voice calling you over when you take too long to follow, peeking around the corner to see loki cutting her chocolate chip pancakes into little squares. âany left for me?â you ask, your body burning hot when loki turns to look at you, a twinkle in his clear sea glass eyes.
âgood morning, darling,â he greets, his lips kissing your cheek when you come closer to him, an arm wrapping around your waist. âpancake?â he offers, showing you a plate with two perfectly shaped pancakes, whipped cream piled high just the way you liked it and berries surrounding it in the way you always tried to do but were never able to. you pecked his lips, smiling against him when you heard your daughter protest loudly.
âwhat are we watching today?â you ask her, fingers taming the mess of bedhead that sits atop her head. she turns to the television after shoving pancake into her mouth, pointing at the image, âclifford,â she says simply. you sit next to her, exhaling, âthatâs a good one.â daisy nods, âi want a dog,â she states after a second, âlike clifford.â
you glance at loki, âfinding a big red dog is going to be a little hard, sweetie--â
âiâm sure thereâs one in asgard, if not, there must be one somewhere else,â loki shrugs, squinting at the show, âiâll find one. worry not.â
you shake your head, chuckling, âmaybe a normal-sized dog, daisy.â daisy pouts but nods.
the sounds from the television are the only ones for a few moments until you speak up, âoh, i completely forgot, i have to go meet with some big shot hospital reps for almost the whole day today, do you mind taking care of daisy?â you ask loki, an apologetic look on your face.
âof course not, she can accompany me to the compound today,â loki reasons, not missing the excited look that crosses daisyâs face.
you brighten, âthatâs a great idea!â you turn to your daughter, who has smeared red on her cheek and a strawberry in her fingers, you huff a laugh, wiping it away with one of your fingers, âwhat do you think, dais? wanna go visit the other avengers with loki?â
she nods immediately, hurrying to swallow the fruit in her mouth before turning to loki, âcan i wear your cape again?â she asks enthusiastically, patting wildly at your arm, âloki lets me use his cape!â
your eyebrow raises as you look at loki, âdoes he, now? i thought no one could even touch it?â you tease, appreciating the pale blush that takes over the snow of his cheeks as he shrugs, clearing his throat.
âthere are always exceptions to rules,â he states.
-
âi love you,â you say, pressing a kiss into daisyâs hair, she parrots the phrase back to you, leaning further into lokiâs arms when you pull away. âi love you,â you continue, kissing lokiâs lips, âthank you again,â you whisper, feeling him chuckle against you.
âit is my pleasure,â loki assures before kissing you again. you pull away after a second, smacking your lips on daisyâs forehead as another goodbye.
âiâll be back later, have fun, okay?â you request before finally walking out the door to head to work. you donât see daisyâs pout as she lays her head on lokiâs shoulder, balling her hand in his shirt. a soft smile tugs at lokiâs lips, looking down at her to ask her if sheâd like to go to the compound now.
a little while after she nods at his, he finds himself clicking her seatbelt in, making sure sheâs safe in her booster seat before he begins to drive. he knows he could easily go there with a flick of his hand, but the travel makes daisy nervous, and, besides, she prefers to ride in the car with him, singing along to the playlist of the songs loki found himself liking in midgard.
daisy squeals when loki pulls into the driveway of the compound, jumping out of the car when he unbuckles her to hurry loki up. she pulls at his pant leg, growing more excited by the minute when she sees the red white and blue of steveâs shield flying behind the compound. âi do not understand why you like that thing so much. so boring,â loki grumbles, grabbing her hand and opening the door.
âah, there she is!â thorâs voice booms nearly the minute loki and daisy step in, daisyâs grin grows wide, looking back at loki before running to thor. âuncle!â she squeals, oblivious to the way loki freezes when she says the simple word. thor carries her in his arms, holding her up like simba.
âmy favorite niece! i brought the hammer for you today!â thor exclaims, sitting her down on one of his arms before holding his other hand out. loki looks to the side, realizing his brother is calling for the hammer with his daughter in his arms, quickly stepping over to him to take her away just as said hammer flies into his open hand. he twirls it, before handing it to daisy in lokiâs arms, still keeping a hold on it as she wraps her small fingers around the hammer.
âbrotherâŠâ loki hisses quietly, refusing to upset the little girl in his arms but wanting nothing more than to knock some common sense into his brother. âi would like to remind you to not do that while daisy is near you.â
daisy barely looks up at her name, too entranced with the intricate carvings in the hammer, âoh, sheâll be fine,â thor shrugs, clapping loki hard on the back, âi am very careful, brother.â
loki purses his lips, âyes, i remember how careful you are.â
âhey! reindeer games and little grey!â tony cheers from around the corner, natasha catching his words from the kitchen and heading for loki. loki can spot the captain in the hallway. âhavenât seen you in a while, kid,â tony tells daisy, ruffling up her hair, âthought you ditched us.â
loki rolls his eyes, concentrating on daisy, who reaches for the electric blue in tonyâs chest, murmuring âpretty.â
âisnât it?â tony brags, tapping a nail on his arc reactor, âbuilt it myself. you want one?â daisy agrees enthusiastically, but loki makes sure to send tony a glare that tells him if he even dares. loki will finish the job in new york.
âhowâs the doc?â natasha asks, coming cilently from the kitchen with a bag in her hand.
ây/n is good, sheâs at the hospital right now.â
âhey, dais,â natasha starts, her green eyes sparkling, âyou remember the toys you wanted from the mall last time we went?â daisy nods. natasha holds up the bag in her arms, âyou wanna go see whatâs in the bag?â
daisyâs eyes go wide, and she turns to loki, âcan i dad? please?â
loki chokes down the uncharactersitic lump in his throat so he can nod, putting daisy down so she can grab natashaâs hand. when theyâre out of hearing range, steve raises an eyebrow at loki, ââdadâ? thatâs a big one.â
âyes,â loki clear his throat, âshe had never called me that before.â
the other men exchange looks, before thor claps loki on the back with a beamng grin, âcongratulations.â loki has never felt luckier.
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itâs a few hours later, when youâre back at home, exhausted and sprawled on the couch next to loki with daisy sleeping on your and lokiâs lap. âhow was your day?â you ask quietly so you donât disturb daisy.
âas excellent as a day with the avengers can be. i took daisy to the compound, everyone adored her, natasha spoiled herâŠâ loki trails off, the clear cut reminder of the events of that day bright and new in his mind, âshe called me dad,â loki finishes, allowing himself to look into the deep nooks and crannie of his brain that urges him to tell you what heâs been thinking about for far too long. thereâs a second of silence.
âsheâs never said to you that before,â you finally say softly. loki shakes his head, âsheâs slipped up before, though. sometimes she calls you papa when she talks about you.â loki turns to you, searching your features for a lie he wonât find. âyou are her father, loki. youâre way more of a father than her biological dad ever has been. youâre her dad, she loves you.â thereâs more silence, the question youâre implying hanging in the air, waiting to be grasped and asked.
âwould you adopt her?--â you grasp.
âi would like to adopt daisy--â he grasps.
you stare at each other before quiet laughter bubbles from your mouth, a nod tilting your chin, âyou know, i never put her biological fatherâs name in her birth certificate.â
âwe could go tomorrow,â loki offers, admiring the beaming smile that brightens your tired face.
âwe should,â you agree, staring at loki for a few more moments before connecting your lips, looking down at daisy and brushing away some strands from her face when you pull away. you nod, meeting lokiâs eyes again, âtomorrow.â
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"You two are dating?" - Michikatsu x Reader
SECRET DATING HEADCANONS
COLLAB
.ïœĄ.:*â§Synopsis: You and Michikatsu are secretly dating in college, mainly to not attract attention from both his brother and a certain horny friend of his. How will you react when you are caught?
.ïœĄ.:*â§Warnings: Small smut
.ïœĄ.:*â§[A/N]: This is my part of the Secret/Fake dating collab by @httptamaki, a Modern!AU with our favorite Kimetsu No Yaiba twins!
âą How you two started dating? Well you met back in High School and thatâs where things started to prosper
âą Michikatsu was a generally well known man with your classmates, and even had a few girls crushing on him and his twin brother, Yoriichi, due to their scarily good looks
âą Both twins were scarily attractive and that intimidated you at first, especially during high school
`` Have you seen the Tsugikuni brothers today?! They look so good! I tried asking Yoriichi out today but his attention was else where! `` You were off somewhere in the corner of a class, speaking with a close friend of yours about something completely unrelated until all eyes were on you, for Michikatsu Tsugikuni approached you.
âą Obviously, you were surprised - no, appalled at how a Tsugikuni wanted your attention
âą That was the day he confessed his own little crush on you whilst being on the roof of the school. How could you not accept? You also had taken a liking to the attractive raven haired male and saying no would be similar to jumping off the same roof where you admitted your feelings
âą That's when worry set in
âą All types of girls, boys, and theys liked them both, and constantly thirsted over the two while claiming "they're mine!" It was immature to say the least, but entertaining to see their feelings not get reciprocated from one of them
`` What if by saying we are together, they would start attacking me on purpose? Or saying hurtful things out of spite? `` You inquired with worry laced in your tone. Michikatsu took your hand in his, expressing his own idea. `` I know this might not seem like the best idea, but we do not have to openly tell people we are together, it can be our secret. ``
âą And that's how your secret relationship started
âą Of course, you had your worries, but seeing as how your relationship even made it to college due to it starting in your senior year of high school, they all simply washed away
âą It was actually not as hard as you made it out to be to hide your relationship. During your first year of college, you knew not to act too close, but instead as acquaintances who simply knew each other back in high school
âą Yet, even though some females who also went to high school with you recognized you as the girl who got asked out by Michikatsu, they did not cause any problems surprisingly enough
âą Now, you're probably asking how you got caught? Oh boy...
âą During your second year of college, Yoriichi and Michikatsu started living off campus in their own home that you were excited to learn of from your lover who happily shared the news to you when you both were alone in your dorm
âą Around that same time, Professor Muzan Kibutsuji, the one teacher you loath the most for always favoring other students and failing to hide it, assigned a group project of 5 for your classroom, and to your luck, you were put in a group with not only the twins, but Douma and Shinobu
âą You were friends with Shinobu, but not so much with Douma. The male would constantly tease you, trying to get your number at any given second while you were put together at a different table to brainstorm ideas for said project
`` Sooo..~ What are we doing for the project hm? Maybe we should exchange numbers so that we can converse more afterwards. `` Douma's suggestion did not go unnoticed by everyone, who automatically knew what he meant by the wink he directed in your attention. Shinobu, who thankfully also hated the male, slapped him silly upside his head.
âą Michikatsu, who absolutely despised him, always struggled to hide a specific vein that would pulse on his neck that hinted clear signs of aggravation, but unfortunately, you two were just not ready to openly express your relationship
âą After the class and the slap hurricane Shinobu laid upon Douma, Yoriichi invited the group to their house, and you being excited that you could finally come over, said yes a little too quickly
âą Thankfully, it did go unnoticed by everyone, so your nerves were relaxed
`` I'd love to, but I have plans with a special lady that weekend, so unfortunately I cannot make it, maybe Shinobu ca- `` ``I cannot make it either, but [Y/N] can and she'll text me the ideas anyways, have fun, `` was all the biology major female said before turning on her heel and leaving swiftly.
âą Now having plans set in motion, you waited patiently for the weekend to arrive, and when it did, you were beyond ecstatic
âą That's where everything went down hill
âą Thanks to the directions messaged to you by Michikatsu, you made it to their estate with no issues. You were nervous and excited at the same time. It was impossible to not feel such ways when this is the first official time you would be in the private space of your boyfriend
âą He had also given you a key to entering was not a problem, but what you did not expect to see was your boyfriend standing there and waiting for you
`` Yoriichi isn't going to be home this evening, so I figured we could come up with our own project instead, `` Michikatsu said with a fire ablaze in his eyes as he grew closer to you. The gaze itself caused shivers to emit from your spine once your brain registered at what he was suggesting, and you could not lie, the idea had you wet already.
âą Obviously you and the raven haired male had slept together a plethora amount of times before, most times leaving you sore and having to suck it up and pretend nothing happened during classes while he sat proudly knowing he was the reason
âą In a matter of seconds you both are now in his bedroom, you beneath him and him leaving butterfly kisses up and down your neck until his lips latch onto yours again, all the while getting you undressed
âą Let's skip a little ahead because you know what happens here ;)
âą By time Michikatsu is already balls deep within your wet depths and thrusting into you like no tomorrow, Yoriichi entered around that time with confusion plastered on his face upon hearing banging against a wall as well as another noise he could not quite decipher
âą The confused twin trailed up the stairs until he knocked onto Michikatsu's room door, expecting an answer but instead all he heard was an audible moan of his brother's name
âą The poor look on his face once he learns what his brother and his girlfriend is doing
âą At that point he is fed up of being overheard so he bursts into the room, although he did not think the entire plan through because now he got the open sight of you having your legs wrapped around Michikatsu's waist, his hands interlocked with yours, as well as the evident sight of both your naked and sweaty bodies
âą Needless to say, he was traumatized
`` Get out and knock!, `` your lover would say as he throws a pillow at the swiftfully exiting male who looked beyond apologetic. `` I did knock! You were too loud! `` At that point you were beyond red, trying to process the entire situation that just unfolded. Your relationship had finally been known.
âą Michikatsu immediately pulled out of you, cleaning the both of your bodies of any mess (mainly cum and sweat but shh)
âą Once you both were clean and fully dressed, your boyfriend carried you bridal style out of his bedroom to a certain twin brother that was waiting impatiently in the living room for an explanation as to why he just saw his partner and twin sleeping together
âą Now, as the three of you were sitting in the living room, you and your lover being even redder than tomatoes, waited for whatever Yoriichi had to say
`` Now, I do not mind if two consenting adults are having one night stands, but can you explain to me as to why you decided to have such loud sex? `` You completely flushed at his explicit words, but also thankful for the fact that he was utterly clueless about your relationship, although it was about time to come clean. `` Yoriichi, I am sorry you had to come home and see that, but there is something we need to tell you..- `` `` You two are dating? ``
âą Now at that point, you fully died
âą Seeing as how you have been silent the entire time and left Michikatsu to say everything, you decided to speak up
`` Yes we're together Yoriichi. We have been together for a long time, since high school actually. We've been in a relationship since then and I apologize for not saying anything. ``
âą Now that the news was out to the one who deserved to know the most, he was much more understanding and even excited about his older brother finding the love of his life
âą But the next day, things were real embarrassing
âą You and Michikatsu were extremely silent at your group table during Professor Kibutsuji's class. Obviously Shinobu's observant self took note of this, along with how you did not send her any of the "ideas" you came up with
âą Shinobu, Douma, and Yoriichi all stared at the two of you, who were now sitting beside each other and being reddened messes at the news you are about to drop on the observers who were starting to get impatient
âą You've been secretly dating for years and now that the truth is about to come out, it felt gut wrenching to say the least
`` My brother and [Y/N] have something they'd like to say, `` Yoriichi started so that the topic could get a move on and everyone could get a good grade by getting it over with and working on the project. `` Well..- `` said Michikatsu. `` [Y/N] and I are together, and we have been since high school. We were in a secret relationship. ``
âą Douma being the fucker he is definitely busted out laughing, holding his stomach as tears formed in his eyes
âą Shinobu on the other hand stared wide eyed, refusing to believe that she could not realize you both were together for such a long time
âą Although Yoriichi had a proud smile on his face in view of the fact that the news was already out
âą But due to the prying ears of many around you, some began staring at your table, the secret was now out and you couldn't do anything about it
âą Even though, you both were happy knowing you no longer had to hide the happiness you two brought each other, as well as now Michikatsu does not have to worry about Yoriichi anymore, for now he will fuck you if he feels like it, give you attention if he feels like it, and get attention himself if he feels like it.
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Fake Fiancée - Part 3
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Reader and Spencer write letters back and forth, both of them slowly starting to fall in deeper. Category: Smut (18+) Content Warnings: Strong language, sexual themes, masturbation (male and female), sexting, face sitting Word Count: 6.3k
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NOTE: Hello!! Sorry this has been so long in the making, but for a while my inspiration for this story absolutely disappeared, and then I tried to think of how to bridge the previous chapters to the final one with absolutely no luck. And then I re-read Part 2 and got stuck on the letter, thus this chapter was born! I didnât want to drag this miniseries out any longer than 4 parts, and the letter format combined with other inner monologuing and description really allowed me to do that in an interesting way that hopefully doesnât feel rushed!Â
It was so much fun and very refreshing to write. I hope you like how it turned out!
Thank you all for being so patient while I get my shit together đ
Love you guys! Enjoy đ„°
***
We've been sending letters back and forth for about a month now.
If I'm being honest, it took me about two weeks to decide whether or not I actually wanted to send one back, but could you blame me?
Here was this guy I couldn't stop thinking about after a one-night stand, only for him to catch meâmonths later at the same exact bar we'd met inâflirting with his friend. And then after our sexual encounter that night, all the things we said, the connection I thought we had, all of it...
He left it all behind the next morning, only to send me a letter in the mail.
I was pissed.
Sure, it was a nice letter, but the fact that he'd reduced what we had down to a piece of paper and scribbled ink had made me angrier than I cared to admit.
In retrospect, I may have overreacted.
Over time I started re-reading his words, and the more I thought about it all, the more I started to regret my anger. And more than anything, I just wanted to see him again. I couldn't stay mad at him, not when all I could picture was his pouty face and nervous hands. His sunbeam of a smile peeked through the clouds of my anger here and there, and the longer it settled, the more it bathed me in a warm light that should have made me happy. But all it did was make me long for him.
Once I'd actually started writing that first letter back, I wondered why I hadn't jumped on the opportunity in the first place. I mean, after all the cliché shit we'd experienced in our short relationship thus far, adding love letters to the mix was just as perfect as you could get, right?
Spencer,
I'm sorry it's taken me this long to finally write you back. Truthfully I wasn't sure I wanted to write you at all, but your letter kept drawing me back in. I couldn't stop re-reading it, imagining you sitting down somewhere and contemplating every word as you wrote them down. I wondered if you'd thrown out hundreds of pieces of paper after messing up when you could have just as well typed out a letter without wasting them.
And then by that point, all I could think about was just you.
I always pictured what your living room looks like, or your kitchen table, or your office, or wherever you sit down to write. I wondered if you looked like one of those hopeless writers in the movies that have a scruffy face, coffee stains on their white tee shirts, and messy hair that hasn't been washed in days due to lack of inspiration.
But in the end, the image that won out over all the others was just you as I remember.
I'm not going to lie, that image most of the time was your body above mine while I held my hand to your throat, but for the sake of romance I guess I should probably tell you what it was every other timeâ the outfit you were wearing the first time we met.
When I think of you, I think of your hand nervously clutching that beer bottle for dear life and the other one occasionally pushing your glasses up your nose. I think of your eyes every time they'd look away from me, probably to keep yourself from staring too long.
But the thing that always gets me the most is your smileâ even when it comes in little flashes, after you've said something you probably thought was lame. You covered it up with that perfect smile.
I've dreamt of that smile nearly every night since I met you, and I wouldn't be opposed to seeing it in person again.
I'd love to meet you for dinner some time.
But since you did manage to "more or less abandon me twice now", I think it's only fair that you make it up to me first.
Make the next letter a good one, and we'll see what happens.
Yours, Y/N
P.S. I hope my handwriting is as pretty as you hoped. I'd hate to disappoint.
***
Y/N,
I'm incredibly grateful that you've given me a chance to redeem myself. Every night since I last saw you has also been spent wondering what your house looks like on the inside... What you looked like reading my letter (perhaps at your kitchen table?)
And this might sound silly, but I've also wondered what your bedroom looks like. You may be laughing at me, because I've been in your bedroom, but in my defense I was a bit preoccupied to really take notice of my surroundingsâ I was simply surrounded by you.
But since I've been to your home, I figured it was only fair that I invite you to mine, possibly for dinner. I don't know how to cook muchâ in fact I'm pretty awful at making anything that's not a can of Spaghetti-Os... But one of my co-workers is an excellent chef, and with a recipe from him and some practice under my belt, I'm sure I can pull it off.
But by "some" practice, I mean probably weeks or months of practice. So hopefully that gives you ample time to mull it over.
Perhaps in the meantime we can get to know each other through our letters. And who's to say, it might spare us the awkward "getting to know each other" stage of a first date. Though, pretty much every stage of every date is awkward for me, so it might not help at all.
Regardless, I'm very much looking forward to hearing from you again.
I do get called away for work quite often, however. So I apologize in advance if I can't get back to you as soon as I'd like.
But in any instance, you're still welcome to text message or call me. I know it isn't as romantic or personal as handwritten letters, but it's certainly practical.
Yours, Spencer.
P.S. Your handwriting is just as beautiful as I'd imagined it would be. And you could never disappoint me.
That being said, if you somehow decide that this letter wasn't up to your standards and reject my offer, I may just find myself in the deepest despair imaginable.
***
I was definitely way too in my head about this.
It was just a text. Sure, it was a risky text to send, but I had no doubt in my mind that it would be fine in the end.
So why was my stomach churning just thinking about sending it?
Some might have chalked it up to my fat ol' crush on Spencer, but I knew it ran deeper. It had to do at least a little with my history with Patrick... The man stood me up and sent divorce papers to my place of work rather than to my face... And as much as I liked to think I was completely over it, we'd been together for years, and it really did a number on me.
I didn't want to ruin this new thing with Spencer so badly that I was overthinking everything.
So even though I could see his face opening the text, my heart doing jumps at the mere thought of it, a bigger part of me worried that it would be a step too far in the wrong direction. I didn't want him to think I was only in this for... sexual reasons. Which, don't get me wrong, have been pretty damn great so far, but I really did want to get to know him and see where this went.
In the end I decided to hold off. I settled for something a little lighter.
Spencer,
Don't feel too bad about your cooking skills. I've been through my fair share of burnt frozen pizzas to know how you're feeling. So the fact that you've given yourself the opportunity to practice and learn a recipe just for me is extremely romantic, and I appreciate the thought.
I won't stop you from following through, though I'm telling you now that no amount of slaving away in the kitchen will make me change my mind about you. We could probably eat stale crackers on the floor and I'd still find you utterly fascinating.
Maybe that's a bit too extreme, but I hope you get my point.
Anyway, I'd love to come over for dinner some time. Whenever you think you're ready to show me those improved cooking skills, you just let me know and I'll happily make my way over.
In the meantime, I'm thinking of sending more with my letters. I don't want to give away too much, but I will say that I'm very crafty. And don't feel like you need to send anything in return, though I'll let you know if I ever change my mind.
Yours,
Y/N
***
In the bottom right corner of the letter, right next to her signature, was a red lipstick stain in the shape of... well, her lips. It was common sense to know that they were hers and no one else's, not just a stamp or a drawing, and rather her actual lip stain... But even without it, I would have been able to tell by their shape.
Was that pathetic?
I could hear her, picture her in front of me, hovering above me with red-painted lips in the shape of a smirk, visibly cooing as she called me names... I could feel the ghost of her fingertips trailing up my throat and tilting my chin up to look at her as she rocked her hips teasingly into mine...
The whine I let out truly was pathetic.
You pathetic, needy little thing, I could hear her say...
My hands clutched the paper so tightly I thought I'd tear it, but it didn't matter when all I could see while staring at it was her luscious, red lips... Her voice was right there in my ear, like she was really beside me, watching me...
Oh, God, what would she do if she saw me right now? Staring at her lipstick stained paper and subconsciously grinding down into my chair...
You pathetic, needy little thing...
My hips jolted with a small, broken shout of her name, and in no time the front of my pants were flooded with warmth. I felt her eyes burning into me from the void, sparking to life with amusement as her voice crept into the deep corners of my brain and whispered praises to me.
Ohh, what a good little whore... Getting off to the thought of me... That's it, sweet boy... Come for me...
By now my eyes had squeezed shut and the letter was crumpled in my hand, the other reaching down to add much-appreciated burning friction to my crotch as I rode out my orgasm. My whole body tensed and shuddered at every sensation, from Y/N's image behind my eyes to the sweet warmth that pooled in my underwear and soaked through onto my hand.
Holy mother ofâ
The next time I saw her, I was screwed. I wouldn't be able to keep a straight face. I'd surely go red the second I laid eyes on her, and she'd know right away what I was thinking and feeling.
Simply put, it scared and excited me at the same time.
She'd utterly and thoroughly wrecked me, and if she didn't already know it, she certainly would soon.
Y/N,
I'm not sure what you intend to send in addition to your letters, but if it's anything near the sentiment of your lip stain, then you might have to refrain in favor of my poor, fragile heart.
See, it aches for you. It's bad enough I think of you always, but the moment I saw the shape of your lips on that letter, my heart almost shot straight out of my chest. Maybe it was the familiar shape of your lips or the implications of its place next to your name, signed after the word 'yours', that sent me into a tailspin, but whatever the case...
I'm pretty sure I've completely fallen under your spell.
I suppose I should also tell you that my heart wasn't the only part of my body that came to life at your added signature. I assure you, it took no time at all for me to come undone at the thought of your lips pressing gently against the paper, imagining that they were instead pressing to my skin... I didn't even have to touch myself, really. It just happened. Because of you and you alone.
I hope that wasn't too forward, but I felt it necessary that you know just how much of an effect you have on me.
If I could see you again in a millisecond, it wouldn't be soon enough.
That being said, I am determined to spend as much time as possible to perfect this dish for our dinner. Because you deserve nothing but the best, even if you insist that you could settle for less.
It's the least I can do.
Yours, Spencer.
And a week and a half later, when I didn't get a letter back on time, I was sure I'd messed up for good.
My mind was racing a mile a minute, yelling at myself for even thinking for a second of being that detailed in a letter without any consent. Sure, she'd taken it a step up by signing off her letter with a kiss, but I'd been absolutely idiotic in telling her that I got off to it.
I was honestly well and truly prepared to show up at her house with a big bouquet of flowers and an apology so wordy and probably too long for anyone's liking, in hopes that she'd forgive me for making this huge mistake.
Thankfully, though, it wasn't needed.
My phone chimed as I was pacing, my lip near bloody with how hard I'd been chewing at it, and I saw an unknown number attached to a text message and photo attachment.
The photo wouldn't load (I would have to plug it into my laptop and transfer the image there to see itâ a fact which always irked Penelope to the core), but with the sentences I saw above the file, I almost knew exactly what I'd find when I had the means to see it.
There. Now we're even... Who says text messages can't be romantic and personal? XXX, Y/N
I felt like Bambi as I scrambled to my laptop three rooms over, stumbling over weak legs with my phone clutched tightly in my hand. My heart raced faster than it ever had as I started everything up and retrieved the right cord for my phone. With a few shakes and stumbles here and there, I briefly entertained the idea of upgrading my phone.
I probably would have left the apartment to do it immediately after seeing her photo attachment, but the moment it loaded up on my screen, my brain and body lost all ability to function properly.
A familiar burn coursed through the lower half of my body and tightened my chest at the sight of her, open and exposed and... wet.
My laptop screen was completely taken over by the image of Y/N's pussy, visibly glistening and aroused. A manicured handâher handâ was in frame as well, middle finger resting snugly between the supple skin of her wet lips.
The fact that I only tasted her once felt downright cruel.
I tried to imagine it againâ my face buried between the softness of her thighs. As much as I wanted to lay her down and indulge myself as long as possible, taking all the time in the world to slowly devour her and truly explore her for myself, what ran through my mind then was something more in the vein of our dynamic thus far.
My mind wandered, specifically to a place where I was the one laying down as she sat down directly onto my face and gave me what she thought I deserved. My hands were tied to the bed, maybe handcuffed. All I knew was that I couldn't touch her, and it bothered me. So I whined, and every time the sound left my mouth, she would let up, lifting further out of reach and causing me to instinctively reach my head up to chase her.
You greedy little slut... Take what I give you...
Desperately seeking her approval, I told her I'd be good and rejoiced when she lowered herself down to me again, allowing me to me completely wrapped up in her once more. My tongue lapped and lapped, gathering as much of her as I could before she'd inevitably leave again.
But she never did.
Somehow I kept my quiet, even though it was extremely difficult, and ate her out like my life depended on it. She glided smoothly over my face, coating more than just my lips in her arousal, and it thrilled me to my very core.
Every time I breathed in I could smell her, every time she groaned out my name my stomach fluttered, and it wasn't long before she was clutching my hair, shaking above me while I drank her in and repressed my whines.
My hips were uncontrollable though, bucking up into nothing and begging for any type of stimulation.
But then suddenly it was thereâ Her hand, firmly wrapping around my dick and gliding over it beautifully with a slickness that she must have transferred from her pussy. I could still taste her as I cried out her name, her movements quickening with every second untilâ
I didn't even realize I was actually alone until my eyes opened, cum coating my hand, my heartbeat heavy and loud, and the laptop screen in front of me a shade darker signaling a long period of inactivity.
I'd done it again...
And now we most certainly were not even.
I glanced over at my phoneâplugged into the laptopâand then down at my lap, and my stomach knotted as my next move rang clear as day.
***
I woke up the next morning to texts from Spencer, and my heart picked up speed, a gentle warmth blooming through my chest at the sight.
I thought maybe he'd thank me for the photo I'd sent. Maybe he'd return it with an influx of messages along the lines of Oh my god, Holy fuck I miss you, and the like.
But what I wasn't expecting was to see a photo in return, of his hand that I'd dreamt of nearly nightly, wrapped firmly around his cock and all of it completely covered in cum.
Below the photo were three messages in a row, and each one gave me more butterflies than the last.
Sorry for low quality. No smartphone.
Also sorry we're not even anymore.
But I'm not sorry I did it- you're too perfect to resist.
***
Dearest Y/N,
I'm sorry you haven't gotten a letter from me in a while. And I know we've kept in touch through texting and calling while I was swamped at work, though now that I have some time off, I'd love to write you again. As much as I enjoy our virtual conversations, I still find sending letters to be my preferred method of communication (only second to speaking with you in person, that is).
Which brings me to the main point I'm trying to make.
I want to see you again. In person. I'm not completely confident in my cooking ability yet, but if you wouldn't mind the potential of it tasting awful, I'd love to have you over. I promise you nothing but the best, and I know that's a high promise, especially considering I probably haven't sold you on the meal, but it's true.
I'd do anything to please you.
And I really do mean 'anything', I hope you understand that.
Yours, Spencer.
***
The thought of seeing him in person again after so long made my hands way shakier than I would have liked. It made no sense the longer I thought about it, because it was obvious that we liked each other, and seeing each other in person wouldn't be a problem. Because it'd never been a problem before.
It irked me.
Still, I knocked on his door and physically shook out my hands, praying I could keep my cool when he finally opened the door.
But I should have known better.
One second I was staring at a large plank of wood, and the next I was staring into frantic eyes, golden and sparkling just as I remembered, but with an added glimmer of fear that matched the shakiness of my hands.
I don't know how long we stood there, just staring at each other, but the longer we did, the more we relaxed. His fear was gone, and the shaking in my hands turned into a dull hum that longed to reach out for him.
Still, I refrained, settling on a simple, "Hey, pen pal..."
By the way he looked at me, silent as ever, I started to wonder if that was a stupid thing to lead with. So I opened my mouth to apologize, to say anything else, but he beat me to it.
"Y/N... I... HâHi, you look... incredible."
"OâOh, thanks... Thank you, yeah, I um... figured I should... dress up a little. I know we're not going out anywhere, but I thought it might be nice."
He doesn't need to know that, Y/N, stop talking!
I gave him a small smile and a nervous laugh in an attempt to stop myself, hating how I was so nervous around him.
Spencer didn't seem to mind, though. He let me in and closed the door behind me as I quickly glanced around his apartment. It was littered with greens and browns, books everywhere, and I'd never felt more at home.
"Is it, uh... What you expected?"
"Hmm?" I turned to meet him, his soft voice pulling me from my wandering eyes.
"My apartment."
"Oh! Yeah, it's very you... I love it."
The compliment had his cheeks turning pink, and there was nothing I wanted to do more than kiss them over and over again.
And just like that, once again we were caught just staring at each other. I didn't know what he was thinking, and honestly, I didn't know what I was thinking either. All I knew in that moment was that Spencer Reid was standing right in front of me, close enough to touch, and I wanted to give in.
I was so wrapped up in the idea of feeling him that I almost didn't hear him speak. I wouldn't have heard him at all had it not been for his lips moving.
"I'm sorry, I haven't started dinner yet..."
"That's okay," I reassured. Or, at least I tried to. Really, though, I think it sounded more like I was uninterested in what he was saying, my voice flat and lifeless as I continued to stare at him.
Suddenly we were closer, and I had to look up higher to see his face, butterflies swarming in my stomach at the way he looked down at me.
"You're sure?"
"Mhm."
"I can start it now if you're getting hungry."
Food isn't what I'm hungry for, is what I thought. I almost said it, too, because he was even closer now, his hands coming out to touch mine. If they were humming before, they were certainly blaring with life now, growing hot under his light touch. And it took everything I had not to look down, because it had been too damn long since I'd seen his hands in person, and I wanted them on me immediately.
He could tell, too. He could sense my urgency, feel the longing radiating off my presence, and I knew this because I could feel his, too. His eyes practically dared me to say what I was thinking, and so I did.
"Don't you dare."
It was hard to tell who moved in first, but it really didn't matter.
I was here, in his apartment, feeling his lips glide over mine with reckless abandon, and that's all that mattered.
His hands gripped my waist so tightly I would have thought he was trying to hold me in place, to make sure I wasn't ever going to leave his sight again. And if that was the case, I would have let him hold me there forever.
My hands, meanwhile, clutched at his hair, forcing myself closer and closer to him with every sharp tug. I reveled in the way he whined into my mouth with every little thing I did, whether it was a tug of the hair or a roll forward of the hips, or even a swipe of my tongue over his.
He was putty in my hands yet again, and just like every time before, it turned me into a fucking goner.
Being with Spencer wasn't like anything I'd ever known. And the only other thing I'd known was Patrick. He didn't want me, not really, and even though he was good to me in the beginning, it was never like this.
I didn't come over to his apartment with shaking hands. I didn't send him fucking love letters almost weekly, and I certainly didn't get kissed like this...
Spencer was drunk on me, and I wasn't any sober myself.
"That picture you sent me..." I mumbled over his lips, still keeping myself as close as I could while I got out what I needed to say. "Where did you take that?"
We kissed for a few more seconds, unable to stay apart, before he answered, his voice just as breathy and brimming with desperation as mine. "My office. Just down the hall."
I kissed him again, hard, and then pulled back to look him in the eyes. They widened when I said, "Show me."
He dragged me through the apartment on rushed legs, and I almost laughed at the urgency, only stopped by the realization that I was just as urgent. It occurred to me that perhaps my laughing at his urgency might just be a slight turn on for him, given our history with my playful degradation, but still I pulled backâ Tonight felt... different.
It didn't feel like we were headed in the direction of me calling him my dirty little whore throughout the night, and it was something I was more than okay with. In fact, I welcomed it, excited to see where this new night would take us.
We ended up in his office, which remained more or less the same aesthetic as the rest of his place. In the middle sat a small desk with a laptop and some papers scattered about on it, accompanied by a tall floor lamp and a rolling desk chair.
"Where were you exactly?" I mused, gripping his hand tightly and buzzing at the way his fingers flexed against my own.
"In the chair... I pulled the photo up on my laptop."
"Right. No smartphone."
Spencer hummed in confirmation before dragging me along to the chair, and I fucking giggled as he plopped down and practically pulled me right on top of him, the chair rolling back a foot or two. I went down for a bright, messy kiss that ended with his hands clutching my ass over my skirt and my own cradling his face.
His growing bulge nudged right up into my inner thigh, and I groaned lightly in his mouth, my fingers dragging softly down his jaw and neck until I reached his shoulders.
"What were you thinking about?"
He raised his eyebrow, and I rocked my hips forward with a sly grin, hoping to get my point across. "When you were looking at my picture, in this very chair, what were you thinking about?"
Seeing his eyelids stutter and his tongue dart out at my movements sent a rush through me, and I moved my hips once more to emphasize my urgency.
"I... I thought about you... riding my face. You tied my hands..."
"Oh?" I sighed, rocking forward again and humming into his neck. "Well, that can definitely be arranged if you want it bad enough..."
"Please, Y/N, yes... Please..."
The need dripping from every syllable made it near impossible to breathe, and I was suddenly very inclined to give him everything he wanted. With or without the begging.
So I reluctantly peeled away from him and stood up on weak legs. Staring at Spencer as he sat there, leaning back in the chair with disheveled hair and obvious desire in his eyes, made it all the better when I took my panties off from under my skirt and motioned for him to come forward. "On your knees?"
I would have demanded it in any other situation, but I was feeling a bit more sweet this time around.
And he seemed grateful for it, sliding the chair back further and getting down in front of me. I reached out and played with his hair, trying my hardest to commit his beautiful face to memory. I wanted it burned there for the rest of time.
"Hands?"
Spencer offered his hands to me, and I hummed happily, doing my best to tie his hands together with a makeshift knot from my panties. It wasn't really tight or secure, but it was enough for him to whine as he set them in his lap.
He watched intently as I dropped my skirtâa bit redundant now, but I thought it'd be a nice way to get him more excited. Plus I wanted to see his face (or at lease what I could see of it while it was buried between my legs).
I stepped forward then, looking down at him with a smile while my hands reached out to comb through his hair. "You ready?"
"Uh huh."
The look in his eyes right before I came forward and hovered over his face almost made my come on the spot.
But as fun as that would have been, I was glad for the way my body held off and settled for a beautiful, burning increase of pleasure that dragged out the longer he swiped his tongue through my folds. Actually, I forgot for a moment that I was supposed to be moving, riding his face like he'd thought about.
I willed my eyes open and clutched Spencer's soft locks of hair beneath me, gently rolling my hips and grinding down further on his face. Â The groan he let out not only felt good against my skin, but it sounded like pure bliss, eliciting a small whimper of my own as I tightened my grip in his hair and rocked faster.
"God, I missed having your mouth on me, baby... You're... so good..."
The longer I spoke the more breathless I became, not because the words didn't come easily, but because I truly believed them to be true.
Spencer really was so fucking good, his tongue the most delicate, divine object of the universe as it drew out every ounce of delight from my body. I may have been the one above him, calling the shots and directing him where and how to please me, but he was the one who clung to my soul like static and politely guided me towards damnation.
I wasn't even sure of my surroundings to tell you the truth. As my body tensed and took me through one of the most blinding pleasures I'd experienced in weeks, My eyes were squeezed so tightly it's like I saw the universe. All I knew was Spencer's lips sucking my clit and my hands deeply rooted in his hair as I shouted incoherently, stars swirling around behind my eyelids.
Truly, for all I knew, we could have been in space. It wouldn't have made any difference.
But eventually it came to be too much. I was reaching a limit I didn't want to get to so quickly, and so I flashed my eyes open and tried to adjust to this brand new atmosphere, unweaving my fingers through pretty brown waves of hair and stepping back to assess the situation.
What I found was the most beautiful man I'd ever known, panting like he'd just ran a marathon and yet harboring the most intense joy and desire a person could hold. He was on his knees, bound hands writhing in his lap as he awaited further instruction and licked up as much of myself on his face as he could before I stopped him.
Under normal circumstances, I would have wanted to absolutely ruin him. That adoring, desperate look in his eye would have spurred me to more devious endeavors, but all I wanted in this moment was to make sure he was satisfied. I wanted to take care of him, to let him know that I longed to make him feel as worshipped and adored as he'd made me feel.
I got down to Spencer's level, quickly removing the fabric from his wrists and hauling him to his feet, where he now towered over me, still waiting for words to address and instruct him.
Instead, I leaned up with soft hands upon his cheeks and pulled him down to meet my lips in a kiss that changed the tone entirely. It was erotic still, of course, what with my arousal infiltrating my taste buds and eliciting a soft sigh from the both of us, but our urgency manifested in sweeter ways... Softer lips, gentle touches of the face, and an exchanging of breath that was so smooth and seamless it felt like we were floating on air.
I was finding it hard to breathe again, but it wasn't an issue in the slightest. In fact, there was nowhere else I'd rather have been than right there, kissing Spencer Reid like we had all the time in the world.
When the breathlessness was a little too much to bear, we pulled away, though only leaving just enough space to breathe. Our lips stayed briefly connected while we caught up, and his hands found their way to the sides of my face. The way they practically engulfed my whole head brought a brief smile to my lips as I finally gave him the words he was looking for.
"I'm so glad I met you," I whispered.
"Funny, I was just thinking the same thing."
We kissed each other again, naturally and with so much ease that I wondered how I had ever lived without him.
And then, as my hands slid gently down his chest, I felt it.
Something that felt very much like a ring attached to a necklace sat right where his heartbeat resided, and I knew exactly which ring it was.
"Wâ" I pulled back and circled the shape of it with my finger through the shirt, then looked up at him. "Is that what I think it is?"
Spencer looked briefly panicked, pulling away a little and fishing down the front of his shirt for the chain. "Oh... Um, yeah. I, um... I forgot to take it off, I'm sorry. I..."
"You... kept it?"
I observed the diamond as it laid flat on my palm, still attached to the chain and around his neck. Honestly, after all this time I figured he'd never found it or gotten rid of it, seeing as he never brought it up. And yet there it was, glittering in the palm of my hand as my other one presses firmly against Spencer's rapidly beating heart.
"YâYeah... It um... It was really the only physical thing I had to remember youâWell, at least until we started sending letters... And I guess I just... WâWearing it has become such a habit that I forgot to take it off."
"You never take it off?"
I could tell he was nervous, and rightfully so given I wasn't really letting on how I was feeling about the whole thing.
Still, he answered my short question in such a small whisper I'd have thought he was trying not to get in trouble.
"No."
"Why?"
My words certainly weren't helping ease his anxieties, so I remained close, dropping the ring and focusing rather on his eyes. I softened the look in my own and glided my hands down to hold his. His fingers flexed against mine, squeezing them for dear life as he sighed out in relief and flashed me a soft smile.
"Because... I wanted you close to my heart."
With a smile that mirrored his eyes, full of enchantment and pure adoration for the person in front of me, I didn't use my brain and instead focused on what my heart was telling me, consequences be damned.
"I think I might love you..."
Spencer squeezed my hands tighter, that relief spreading out to all his features and brightening that beautiful smile.
"Funny... I was just thinking the same thing."
Our lips met once more, and I swear it was like nothing bad was ever going to happen for the rest of time.
I'd never felt that way. Not once with Patrick did my heart feel settled into place, even during the great parts of our relationship.
And now here I was, with a man who sent me love letters and kept every physical reminder of my existence, who kissed me like I was the most precious thing in the world and slowly mended my wounded heart.
He held me close the whole way to his bedroom and never let me go until the morning. Though, even then his arms outstretched towards me and his fingers flexed, needing to grab onto any part of me that he could find.
And as I was sure I always would, I welcomed him with open arms.
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Hi! I love your writing so far, and I hope you donât mind if I send you a request :) I was wondering if you could write something with Tenya Iida x the reader? I was thinking a situation where theyâre on a class trip to the beach and he sees mineta bugging the reader with flirts because sheâs wearing a bikini. I would love to see how Iida would react. Thanks in advance!
Buzz Off, Pop Off | Tenya Iida x Reader
I am making the classâ ages slightly ambiguous because I know a wide age range of people read fanfics. However, the story makes more sense in a high school or university setting. If you are older, you can make UA a hero university and 1-A one of the hero classes there. Also I apologize over how long this took to do. Hopefully, if you're reading it you like it.
Words: 1791 words | Fluff
Warning: Inappropriate comments, uncomfortable comments
âSay cheese!â Mina exclaimed as she attempted to capture pictures of everyone in the class. A scream emits from my throat as she tackles me into the water. Somehow, we managed to stay up. I hold up a hand covering part of face and body to avoid a full capture.
âCome on! You look absolutely amazing. Itâs for the memories,â she pouted while crossing her arm.
âHm... Try beating me in game of volleyball. Weâll see then,â I challenged her.
âGame on!â
âPick your team. May all the luck be with you,â I bowed towards her, making her laugh at my response.
âHey, everyone! We both are playing volleyball. Does anyone want to join?!â Mina shouts while pointing at the both of us. I instantly hear a series of âyesâ and âmeâ throughout the beach.
Looking around, I made sure everyone was in their position. Iida is on my team... Wow. Okay, calm down. Donât panic. Luckily (and obviously), this portion of the beach was reserved for the class only. The teachers were all still visible talking amongst themselves. As soon as the whistle blew, my focus turned towards the ball.
â____, you look quite hot with your bikini!â And there he goes.
âWow. I wish you jumped towards me like that.â Dude, let me concentrate. Crap, the block was good.
âHow about you and I go somewhere after this?â No thank you. Crap, I need to be careful with my spikes. It almost went out.
âHehe. I know youâre interested, ____. You keep look at me.â No. I am looking at you with disgust. And Iâm focusing on Iida, who is BEHIND you.
Before I can say anything Iida blows the whistle, indicating that we take a break. I try to catch my breath as the group rests. In the corner of my eye, a figure walking towards another captures my eye. I listen into their conversation.
âMineta, I suggest you stop that disgusting behavior of yours. Canât you see you are ruining her day?â Iida began. His confrontation immediately warms my heart. He didnât have to do that but he did.
âNah, youâve got it wrong. Sheâs just chilling. Plus, she keeps looking at me. Sheâs interested.â Mineta responds while waving his hand up and down to dismiss Iida.
âIâm not.â I instantly blurt out with clear distaste.
âYour comments are still detestable. Her behavior shows discomfort not attraction. You need to stop.â
âIida, calm down. Things wonât always go your way.â Mineta rolls his eyes.
âThen, I guess you leave me no choice.â
âBoth teams, please listen up!â Iida drew the attention to himself.
When both teams gathered near him, Iida laid out a suggestion.
âHow about we switch players? Mineta can switch with... Ojiro.â Both teams instantly went into consulting amongst themselves. Despite a few disagreements, the suggestion was not hard to accept. Since my team is aware of his behavior, they had no problem with agreeing with Iida.
The next thing I know, break ends and the games starts once again. We played three sets total. My team won the first set, Minaâs team won the second set, and now we were on the last set. Despite being on the other side of the net, Mineta continued to make suggestive face gestures. He also made some comments towards Mina. However, in response, she shot her acid at him, making him instantly regret his words.
Now, my team was one point away from winning.
â_____, are you okay? Are you able to concentrate?â Iida was focused on the game. Still, he made the time to ensure my state of mind. I reply with a quick âyesâ. Right then, I see the ball rushing towards me.
âI got it!â I push my arms out to receive the ball, which I managed to do.
âNice receive, ___!â Iida complimented while setting the ball towards Izuku.
Midoriya was there within a second, harshly slamming down the ball right besides Minetaâs position. The wind that emitted from it was otherworldly. My eyes widen in surprise. My eyes only grew when I saw Iida smiling to himself, then making a happy expression towards Midoriya. Did they plan- No. Itâs probably because itâs our winning point.
âAh! No! Mineta, it was right there!â Mina complains.
âWell, I couldâve died!â Mineta stood there in fear with his legs trembling.
I only chuckle to myself. My team cheers over our win. Soon enough, everyone begins to disperse.
âAw, I really wanted a picture of you,â Mina whines, trying to convince me with her eyes. I just shake my head and whisper in her ear.
âPeer pressure but fine. Only after you know who leaves.â
Mina vigorously and happily shakes her head up and down.
After the exhausting sets, I decided to go in the water to cool off. I close my eyes, feeling the water against my legs. Suddenly, I heard voice.
âJust one date. What about it?â Mineta was, yet again, near me. Before I can respond, a blast of wind hits my fast. I look up and Iida was towering over me with Mineta in his grasp.
âNow, what did I tell you back there?â he sounded angrier than earlier.
âUh. That she was not liking what I uh said,â Mineta was visibly panicking against his grasp.
âDo you think this is a joke?â Iida eyes darken and he tightens his hold on Minetaâs arms.
âNo.â
âThen, I am sure you know what to do. Please, do not make me repeat myself,â he lowered Mineta back on the ground. Mineta quickly rushes towards the beach house. I also see others going back inside. It is starting to get a bit dark. Cold too.
âAre you sure youâre fine?â Iida looked worried. He kept his distance from me as if he wanted to make sure I am comfortable.
âOh, yeah. Donât worry. You were able to keep him away from me. I was about to say something but you flew in.â
âOh, I do apologize. I did not mean to enter your situation. You just looked uncomfortable with his presence,â he fixed his glasses. My heart was beating rather quickly. The cool breeze against my skin was not helping the heat on my cheeks and neck.
âNo! Youâre alright. Thank you!â I quickly responded.
âSince it is getting cold,â Iida reached for his bag and pulled out a blue shirt.
âHere you go,â he hands me his shirt.
I take it into my hand and unfold it to put it on. A slight blush builds on his face after seeing me put it on. We continued to simply gaze at each other until I looked at the water.
âYou look- Well, you see- I- For a while now,â I was confused with Iidaâs tense composure. I closed his eyes and breathes in, then breathes out.
âI do not want you for feel pressured. Please tell me to stop when you begin to feel overwhelmed or uncomfortable. I simply need to get this off my chest,â he began. What?
âIâve liked you for a while now. I canât help but feel the need to take care of you. Though, I am full aware that youâre completely capable taking care of yourself. When Mineta made those crude comments, my irritation only tripled. I want to be able to fully stop that without making you feel surprised with my sudden interference. I have never wanted to be with someone as much as I have wanted to be with you. We still have a long way to go in life but I can tell that my feelings are serious. Will you be my girlfriend? Will you make me your boyfriend?â he looked calm but his red ears hinted otherwise.
My mouth was slightly open in surprise. My mind was trying to process all the information. I looked at the water, once again. What are you doing?! This is your chance. Youâve like him for a long time too. Do not ruin this for yourself.
âI wonât rush you so take your ti-â
âI like you too!â I interrupted him. He steps back at my sudden confession.
âI have liked you for a while too. I just didnât know what to do. So yes, Iâd love to be partners,â I smiled at him.
His eyes widen and glimmer with light. His face grows a big smiles and his chest swells. He puts out his hands but does not lean forwards.
âCan I hug you?â
âI donât see why notâ
As soon as those words left my mouth, I felt his warmth around my body.
*click* Huh? I internally shrug off the sound that I heard.
Upon entering the beach house, I heard the class talking amongst themselves.
âI told you so! You owe me a hamburger,â Denki told Jirou.
âHm. Seems like you were right after all, Midoriya,â Todoroki says. Bakugou âtskâed at both of them.
I was in utter confusion until I noticed the image in Minaâs hand. It was a polaroid of Iida and I hugging.
âAnd here you were lecturing me about my actions,â Mineta looks at Iida.
In return, Iida only crosses him arms and glare at him.
âMr. Aizawa wants to have a word with you. I suggest you do not lie. He already saw your actions and I did not leave out any details,â he replies. There were a few giggles from the students.
âAlso,â the classroom is completely silent.
âIâm her boyfriend so buzz off, pop off.â
Not even a second after Iidaâs confession, the classroom began screaming and laughing. The reaction towards the his changed relationship status and use of vocabulary was undeniably loud. Minetaâs mouth opens with shock at Iidaâs words.
Iida gently takes my hands and pulls me towards the main roomâs couch.
âNow, tell us everything!â Mina exclaims flopping the polaroid around as she walks near us. The rest of the class, except for Mineta, also gathers around to hear the story.
âAh! Thatâs so cute. I didnât know thatâs when you started liking ____.â Me neither.
âWhy did it take you so long to realize, huh?!â
âYou shouldnât be talking, Bakubro. You denied their attraction first.â Oh, no.
âDude, youâre right but I donât think you should have- Hey, wait! I didnât mean it like that.â I hope he is okay.
âWith the way he looked at her when he and I walked together, I was sure of it.â Always the observant one.
âI love youâ I whispered at Iida, underneath all the noise.
âI love you just as muchâ Iida whispers back into in my ear.
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Pictures of You
Summary: prequel to Iâll Be Your Enemy - fluffy!
Characters: IBYE!Reader, Gojo, Yuji, Megumi, Nobara
Word count: 2,3k
Content warning: none
A/N: requested by @thecaptainsbride
If anybody got the reference Gojo made when he was late; congratulations, you have been successfully hurt (but this time it was not me).
Since I left the relationship between Gojo and the reader up for interpretation in IBYE, I will do the same here! Consider this piece me trying to mend your hearts <3
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âA trip to an amusement park or something like that doesnât sound so bad,â you mused in front of Satoru. âIt serves as relaxation and maybe the first-years can get closer to each other, you know, bonding and so on. They will see each other many times from now on, so getting along with each other is important,â you reasoned, your eyes almost sparkling from the thought of a day off.
âBut Jujutsu Sorcery is an individualââ he began.
âSatoru, I think you should see this as vacation. A vacation where you can eat sweets until your teeth rot and absolutely nobody will hold you back,â you interrupted him.
âOkay, I am sold. Am listening now.â You just knew how to convince him. Sweets.
So that was exactly how the first-year students and you ended up at a fairground somewhere in Tokyo; it was quite neat, not too small but not too spacious either. None of you could get lost in it. Still, it was buzzing with life and all kinds of people mingled. The colorfulness was a refreshing sight to take in, compared to the dark world of Jujutsu Sorcery where seeing people suffer was your daily routine. The pleasant smell of food wafted through the air, making your mouth water, as you walked past the different booths with them. Waffles sounded like absolute heaven on earth right now.
Jujutsu Sorcery certainly was a draining sport, mentally as well as physically. Therefore it was only right to take a break at times, right? Self-care days were just as important as working.
In order to wind down a bit, you had suggested a one-day trip â just you, Satoru and the three first-year students you had adopted in your mind right away after meeting them several times.
âSensei, you look very pretty today!â Yuji complimented you. Even Megumi noticed: âDid you have a haircut? Your hair seems a little bit shorter.â
âYeah, Nobara had a field day with me. Cutting my hair.. or more like trimming the ends, choosing my outfit, doing my make-up and so on just for today,â you gushed as if you were a high school girl again. âLeave it to master stylist Kugisaki Nobara and nobody will ever look bad,â the brunette girl commended herself. Yuji was affectionately patting her on the back.
Undoubtedly, Satoru was late â nobody was surprised about that. You already went ahead and generously treated the trio of students you loved dearly to some food.
âThank you for the food, sensei!â As usual, Yuji and Nobara were in perfect harmony with each other, seemingly sharing a brain.
âThank you very much,â Megumi also expressed his thanks sweetly. If you hadnât known better, you would have thought the way his lips seemed to twitch was unintentional. âAbsolutely no problem, kiddos. You guys enjoy it while I try to contact Gojo-sensei, yeah?â you shot them an apologetic smile, already fishing out your phone. The three of them nodded in perfect synchronization. Theyâre as cute as little ducklings, you thought.
You didnât even need to bother calling.
You were about to dial Satoruâs number on your smartphone when Yujiâs voice boomed, âOh! There he is! Gojo-sensei, we are here!!â
The boy waved at his teacher.
Satoru immediately spotted the pink-haired student and skipped over to where you all were standing. âSorry for the wait! Iâm afraid I got lost on the path of life!!â
âNice of you to finally join us, but sadly, the fun is already over and we decided to go home. Just wanted to call you to let you know! Weâve been here since morning,â you deadpanned as the white-haired man arrived, looking Satoru dead in the eye â if they werenât covered. âWait, whaâ Hold on, I am very sure I am not that late. MY MOCHI?â Satoru sounded frantic, facing his students who just shrugged their shoulders. âServes you right,â Megumi stated calmly. Nobara, being the sassy girl she was, also joined in, âLosers donât get to have fun and thatâs a fact.â
It was such a wholesome and funny moment for you to see the students playing along with your prank without being told beforehand.
You broke out in laughter, not being able to contain it any longer, âYou should have seen your face, dumbass! I was just joking!â
âPhew, I almost thought I had to kiss the idea of eating sweets today goodbye. What a horror that would be, my day would be OVER this instant,â the blindfolded man pouted, âso where should I buy my sweets? Iâm gonna buy the entire place anyway, but where do I start? Any suggestions for Great Teacher Gojo?â
âHold up, Satoru! We gotta take a picture together to commemorate this special day!â you suggested, bouncing up and down with enthusiasm. âI swear I just saw senseiâs eyes sparkle but I might be wrong,â Yuji remarked, looking at his dark-haired friend for confirmation.
âSensei, if you want to take a picture, we have to take it at the right angle!â Nobara chimed in, the secret Instagram influencer in her on full display. She continued to explain, âIt would come out great if Gojo-sensei took the pic, long arms privilege and so on.â
The female student almost seemed more into it than you were, it was adorable to you to see the usually bold student be this into taking pictures.
You hand the tall man your phone, but not without shooting him a âif you drop my phone, Iâll make you drop deadâ look.
âOkay, ladies, now letâs get in formation,â the male teacher commanded loudly. Upon hearing that, Megumi immediately slapped his hand in his face and turned away in embarrassment. Why was this man like this?
â...Ladies?â Yuji asked, the expression on his face screaming âconfusionâ âGojo-sensei just referenced a BeyoncĂ© song, Itadori,â the dark-haired boy explained in a hushed tone, turning back slightly as if he did not want to get caught.
âAnd itâs not just any song!â Satoru happily chimed in. âYes, yes, the good old Formation,â you added, nodding in satisfaction. You remember how you showed him the album when it dropped.
âCan we all just ignore Gojo-sensei and take our pic?â Nobara inquired as she shoved everybody into their respective spots. âAlright, everybody, smiiiiile for the camera. Say cheese!â
Click, click, click, click.
Finally, Satoru had gotten his share of sweets. Complying with his sweet tooth was always an effective way to calm him for some time. Almost like feeding a baby, in a way.
Now it was time for fun rides!
...or at least that was what you thought⊠until Satoru dragged you along to ride a freaking pendulum ride with him. The three students had managed to talk themselves out of stepping foot on that monster of a ride but Satoru didnât even give you a chance to refuse, he simply gripped your arm and walked towards it.
Stopping only when you were already standing in line, you nervously eyed the metallic behemoth with its iron arm. The monstrosity was seemingly ready to make you throw up from the way it would spin you through the air repeatedly, going back and forth and back and forth again. Why did you have to do this?
âSatoru,â you called his name timidly and tugged at his sleeve, the strange feeling not leaving your gut, âdo I really, really have to do this?â
âAbsolutely! I promise it will be very fun,â Satoru replied with a signature grin you wanted to wipe off of his face at that moment.
No, it was not fun. At all. You were dizzy and your fear of height was kicking. The blasts of air hitting your face left, right and center were not helping at all and you were sure, if anybody took a picture of you right now, you would look horribly green.
âIâ canât do this anymore!â you shouted mid-air, right before the ride swung to the other side. The force knocked the air out of you once again.
âSATORU, PLEASE GET US OUT OF HERE!â you begged and squeezed his arm with an iron grip. The height was too overwhelming. âMid-ride?â Satoru asked and you nodded frantically. âNow thatâs what I call reckless! Sounds like fun. Iâm in!â he declared with a grin.
âDomain Expansion: Infinite Void.â
That was the last thing you heard the tall man say before he touched your head with his large palm.
Your eyes widened in horror as you realized this man used his domain this recklessly, for fun. Maybe it was a side effect of being able to use it multiple times a day.
The infinity gently wrapped itself around Satoru and you. Almost movie-like, you watched as the entire, vast universe beautifully unfolded in front of your eyes. Each star being created separately, then abruptly flashing by as a sea of stars â as if you were in a wormhole. You perceived the entire domain within a flash of a moment, yet tasted eternity in it. Everything but nothing at once.
Despite being touched by Satoru himself, the sensations werenât without merit. If this was how it felt to be in the safe space of Satoruâs touch within his inner world of Limitless, you would rather not fathom how it felt to be the one hit by this powerful domain.
It took you some time to process things and recollect.
âWhen I said I wanted you to get the two of us out of that thing, I didnât mean âsend me to your domainâ,â you scolded him.
âWell, it was convenient,â he defended himself and you could almost hear the grin on his face, âBet youâll hate me after this though.â
âHating you was never really an option Iâd ever consider but okay, weâll run with it this time. Now undo your domain, please, while I am asking nicely.â
âYour wish is my command! This time at least.â
âSatoru.â A stern last warning fell from your lips.
âYes, yes, boss. On it.â
âI thought you said itâll be fun but I am absolutely not riding that thing ever again,â you took deep breaths to calm down as your feet securely touched the ground again. Your legs were still trembling a bit.
âAnd it was fun! At least for me! I like seeing you struggle â itâs so funny â and the way you clung to my arm? Adorable! You are so tiny compared to me, like a bug I could crush between my fingers!â The annoying sorcerer laughed merrily.
âGojo fucking Satoru, the only thing that is about to be crushed here are your balls. With my leg. You are very lucky to have that damn Infinity of yours or else,â you threatened.
âOuch, you really do know how to hurt an invincible man,â he snickered and flicked your forehead lightly.
Rejoining with the students was easy as they all saw the barrier Satoruâs domain created.
âYou are lucky there was some kind of show going on down here. That barrier above would have freaked people out if they werenât distracted,â Nobara said, looks shooting daggers at her weird teacher. Innocent and as nice as ever, Yuji pitched in as well: âYeah, Fushiguro also tried to distract children with their wandering eyes! I think he did a good job.â
âOkay but what did he do though?â you asked curiously and looked at the boy in question.
â...Shadow puppets,â Megumi slowly admitted, looking anywhere but at the people in front of him.
âOh? You love your foster-dad-turned-great-teacher this much to embarrass yourself out in public? Thatâs new!â Satoru teased the poor boy. âSomeone has to be the voice of reason around here or youâd all be in jail. That includes preventing civilians who are able to see curses from seeing you use Jujutsu while floating mid-air,â he justified, ignoring the tall teacherâs mockery completely.Â
âAs much as I love slandering Gojo-sensei, Iâd rather spend my day actually having fun,â Nobara pitched in, reminding everybody of why you were here in the first place.
âSo, letâs go ride the ferris wheel!â she added excitedly.
More fun rides.
Before you knew it, the day passed by. You could already feel the heaviness in your legs from walking. The swirling feeling from all the rides boded in your chest â you probably would not be able to sleep well tonight. It was definitely worth it though, you thought.
You had already brought the students back to their dorm â Satoru had ran off to the school because he remembered he had to do something â and were on the way home yourself.
You were in some sort of trance, completely immersed in your phone, so you hadnât registered when Satoru called your name until he gently tapped your shoulder, falling into step with you.
âYeah?â you looked up to Satoru, snapping out of your train of thought.
âJust wanted to tell you; âOperation: Relaxation Dayâ was a great success.â
âIâm glad to hear that, Satoru.â A genuine smile graced your lips and for a moment, he softened at the sight.
âYou know what? It was amazing, I really should start listening to you more often,â he confessed with a smirk.
âWell, itâs thanks to your amazing power of persuasion that we got to spend it like this, so thanks for today,â you half-heartedly complimented him.
âYou do know I only said weâd not be available today and then dashed, right?â he asked you, the usual playful tone lacing his voice. âExactly what I meant by saying âyour amazing power of persuasionâ.â
âI think Iâll frame the picture we took,â you murmured softly, fondly looking at the screen of your phone. The picture from earlier was displayed on your homescreen.
Surely, you would hang it on the blank wall in your home as well. It was a personal treasure now.
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Len panted, bracing his back against the tree for a brief moment. Haruki really hadnât given it much time before she struck.
âCome out and face me, Lloyd!â screamed Berserker.
âSaber, Iâm going to need some help.â Len said between heavy breaths.
âI know! I know!â Saber said from somewhere âIâm working on it.â
âThere you are!â Berserker said, his ghostly face appearing.
Len screamed, sending a blast toward the servant while he rolled away.
âWhatâs wrong, Garmadon? Is Berserker too much for you? Has your servant left you to hide?â Haruki teased, an airy laugh coming from her throat.
Len growled. He always hated her laugh. To anyone who didnât know her, it would be pretty, but Len knew better.
âSABER!â Len yelled.
What was Kai doing!?
âOh, Green Ninja! Your master is calling! Come face your greatest foe! Unless youâre too afraid of him!â
Haruki was really enjoying herself.
Len was running again while Berserker tore up the surrounding woods.
âFace it, Len! Your servant wonât help you, because he canât! Iâve summoned someone with enough hate and malice to frighten even the unflappable Green Ninja! Morro Wu, he traumatized Lloyd in life! His jealousy was a legend in itself! Your servant doesnât stand a chance!â Haruki yelled in satisfaction.
Len cursed as he nearly tripped.
Then Haruki screamed and Berserker stopped.
Len ran ahead to safety, glancing toward where Haruki had previously been happily gloating. Now she was nursing a nasty burn, turned around and facing Kai.
âGood thing Iâm not the Green Ninja then, right?â Kai said with a smug smile
His golden sword was covered in flame, making it impossible to see the distinctive blade. It seemed that Kai was trying to keep his identity a secret. There was a chance Haruki could guess, it wasnât too hard to figure out now that heâd used fire. Morro could also remember Kai, they had faced each other in life. Those werenât guarantees though, and Kai wasnât dumb enough to give up advantages.
âYouâre not Lloyd!â Haruki screeched.
âUnfortunate for you, I know.â Kai sneered.
He raised his sword to strike again. Berserker got there in time to block the blow. Kai bounced back from the force.
Haruki then turned sharply and caught Lenâs eyes. Her face soured even more.
âYou!â she shrieked. âYou summoned the wrong servant!â
It wasnât a taunt. She didnât realize he failed. She was angrily yelling at him for ruining her plans. As far as she could tell, Len had planned this. Len had simply out smarted her and broken her expectations.
He wasnât about to correct her.
âI think you got that backwards, Haruki!â he said smugly âI got a capable Saber class servant, you were the one preparing for the wrong opponent!â
She did not like that.
Len couldnât help but tense. Her tantrums had always been explosive, and this would be no exception. Years of dealing with them had Len prepared to block before she could fire her mage craft at him.
âBerserker!â she yelled âRetreat and regroup!â
âDonât run away yet! We just got started!â Kai teased.
Haruki sent him an icy glare as Berserker grabbed her and whisked her away.
Len gave it a moment, to be sure that they were good and gone before letting out an excited âWHOOP!â He had sent Haruki running! His entire childhood was made! Heâd wanted to do that for so long.
Kai laughed a bit himself, then reached over and ruffled Lenâs hair.
âAlright, Kid. Donât let it go to your head. We just lost a lot of our surprise there. Next time sheâll be ready. And youâre going to have to be extra careful about Berserker.â
âWhy?â Len asked, pushing Kaiâs hand off his head.
Kai let out a weary sigh and looked away.
âDid you notice how he called you Lloyd?â Kai asked
Len blinked at him. He hadnât given it any thought really.
Kai sighed again, reaching an arm out and holding Lenâs shoulder in a comforting gesture.
âHaruki probably put a madness curse on him. If not, Berserkers arenât known for being very clear headed anyways, and Morro was always pretty tunnel visioned to boot. You look close enough to Lloyd that heâs confusing you. That means heâll be targeting you.â Kai explained.
Oh.
That wasnât good.
Len had never cursed his stubborn Garmadon genes before, but he found himself starting to.
âDonât worry.â Kai said, something strange hanging in his eyes. âI promise Iâll protect you.â
Len could sense the history behind those words. He didnât know what it was, but it was heavy. Kai said it like a curse and a prayer at the same time. Like a part of him was afraid of saying it, another had no choice but to, and yet another reveled in it. There was passion, fear, and resolve in his voice. Len wasnât sure if it was the most comforting thing heâd ever heard, or if it was going to give him nightmares. Maybe it was both, maybe it was neither. Len just knew that whatever hidden meaning those words had, it was powerful.
âWe should head home now. We know who her servant is too, so we can start making some plans.â Len said, after pushing back against the shivers in his bones.
âYeah.â Kai agreed.
He picked Len up with a warm grip. If he was holding him a bit too tight, Len didnât mention it.
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â Warning â Long Post.
WESPER
âą Since their anniversary as an official couple is coming up soon, Wylan decides to propose.
âą But he realizes planning isn't exactly his best forte and seeks help from none other than Ketterdam's best schemer Dirtyhands himself.
âą Kaz is flattered but even he is weak when it comes to the matter of hearts. He still agrees though, provided Wylan invests a bit in his newly brought club around the Lid. Wylan agrees.
âą So Kaz simply asks Wylan to bring Jesper with him to the Fifth Harbour on the day of the event. Wylan is suspicious but he agrees in the end.
âą Wylan manages to keep Jesper busy by portraying as a model for Marya's next painting, just so he can go out and pick a ring.
âą When the day arrives, Wylan asks Jesper to meet him at the Fifth Harbour by 6 bells.
âą Jesper being bad at dates doesn't remember if its because of some special occasion. So he decides to keep it safe and buys a bottle of expensive alcohol.
âą When Wylan and Jesper arrive on time, they're both too shocked to speak, their mouths wide open.
âą Kaz being Kaz has got the whole harbour decorated in traditional Kerch and Zemeni colors for the duo. There's fairy lights hanging all over, varying cuisines that Jesper has never seen in his life before and a band hired to play throughout the night.
âą As they walk in, they spot Nina speaking with Colm Fahey who got invited earlier on by Kaz and Inej gave the man a lift on her Wraith as she herself didn't want to miss two of her favorite people's proposal.
âą Jesper is slightly worried because of his father's presence, even more worried because he believes today's supposed to be some big event that only he can't seem to remember.
âą Matthias is standing with a Priest and he comes over to congratulate Wylan & Jesper.
âą The pair is very confused and so Matthias quirks his brows and tells them: "Brekker said you're getting married."
âą The bottle of alcohol in Jesper's hand drops and Wylan is stuttering, unable to form coherent words. He finally yells: "This isn't what I asked Kaz!"
âą Kaz finally shows up, Inej at his side. Everyone's staring at him and he shrugs. "What? Too much."
âą After a few minutes of yelling and chaos between their squad, the situation is finally calmed down.
âą Wylan rummages out the ring from his pocketâ a golden band with their initials 'W+J' engraved in it along with intricate patterns. He looks at Jesper. "So amongst all this extravaganza, if I tell you that I want you to adore my stupid face for the rest of our lives, will you?"
âą Jesper is wide eyed and has that kinda dubious expression because Wylan has managed to surprise him yet again. So he just tries to collect himself and goes, "Ofc! I already told you I like your stupid face."
âą They hug and kiss and everyone cheers. Nina proposes an after-party with waffles.
âą Kaz suggests they could still get married cause we know he's secretly the biggest Wesper shipper xD
Thankfully Inej drags him away.
âą The actual wedding takes place a month later and yes, Kaz is the wedding planner. Kuwei is that uninvited guest..:)
HELNIK
âą Nina keeps joking about wanting Matthias to propose. But she doesn't realise all her meaningless teasing has actually spurred him into action.
âą He's secretly making plans and has only told Inej and Wylan about this because he knows Jesper will end up babbling. And Kaz is the last person he wants to take help from.
âą He needs a place and proper timing. Inej takes up that task on herself and somehow convinces Kaz to let them use The Crow Club for just one evening.
âą Wylan helps Matthias in purchasing a custom ring with a heart-shaped ruby. With his newly acquired mercher title, Wylanâs got connections with the best jewelers in Ketterdam. Marya also tags along cause she believes they'll need a woman's opinion on this.
âą So on the day of the event, when Nina is coaxed into wearing the best replica of a Ravkan Kefta and brought into the Crow Club by Inej, she's excited but also wondering whats up.
âą Wylan is playing some romantic melody on his flute.
âą The whole club is lit by candles and as the members of Dregs part slowly, at the end is Matthias in replica of traditional Fjerdan garbs (another courtesy of Kaz).
âą Nina's eyes keep growing wider and she's at a loss of words when Matthias bends on one knee. "Nina Zenik, will you be the beguiling Drusje to this mighty Fjerdan till the end of time?"
âą There's tears in her eyes and she looks around everyone. Wylan is smiling, Inej gives a nod, Jesper gives a thumbs up and winks, even Kaz's eyes flash somewhat in approval.
âą She looks back to the brave blond soldier she fell for. He must've planned for them to be unified in their own lands' traditional clothes. She smiles, already tearing up. "Saints Matthias, I'm supposed to be the one full of surprises." She messily wipes her eyes and mumbles, "I..will."
âą The whole Dregs break into a roar of cheers as Matthias glides the ring on her finger. Marya is clapping her hands in joy.
âą Rotty yells from somewhere in the crowd, "KISS HER YOU PODGE!!!" And Matthias tilts his face down. The newly engaged couple share a passionate kiss.
âą Their wedding takes place in a Ravkan forest. King Nikolai himself decides to give his blessings (in disguise ofc). Zoya and Genya are there too.
KANEJ
âą It will be super vague. Like Kaz and Inej's relationship is built more on silent gazes and fleeting touches. So they've got this unspoken thing going on. They both know they're each-other's but never actually address it.
âą Inej has returned from another of her sea adventures and taking a short break in Ketterdam. She's casually sitting by Kaz's window, feeding the crows while he works on his papers.
âą He glances at her, mesmerized by the sight of her glowing skin in the evening sun. Her long hair (free for once) sways due to the wind as she peacefully smiles and looks out at the city.
âą He just speaks out of nowhere, "Inej?"
She turns her head and looks at him, the smile never leaving her face. "Yes Kaz?"
"Do you want to tie the knot?" he asks.
The smile immediately leaves her face and she frowns, unsure about his words. "I'm afraid I don't understand."
âą He puts his pen down, passes a hand through his hair and huffs out a breath.
"I'm saying my dear Wraith," he starts, methodically taking off his gloves and then joins her at the window. He offers his palm and she gladly places her own in it, her eyes somewhat expectant. Kaz quirks his lips slightly and continues, "would you like us to exchange vows and make it official?" He squeezes her palm and gestures between them.
âą She's stunned for a moment because between the two of them, its always her initiating any sort of new actionâ a hug, a kiss,..making love. And it has taken them a good amount of years to reach this level of intimacy without triggering the otherâs traumas so its even more shocking that Kaz asks her first. A small part of her had even wanted to propose him some time in the future but now he's clearly beaten her to that.
âą "Inej?" Kaz rubs the back of her hand, "if you don't want toâ"
"NO! I do!" she says hurriedly before he can take it back and he breaks into that crooked grin of his, fishing out a simple silver band with a single black feather atop it, its end pointy like a knife.
He smoothly slides it onto her finger and they exchange a gleeful smile.
âą After a few minutes he goes, "So like..do you want to do this my way or yours?"
And she's confused so he explains. "If its your way, we can have a traditional Suli wedding, whatever your people do and take your parents' blessings."
He adds a dramatic pause later, "If its my way, I'll just ask Specht to put our names on a marriage document and be done with it."
She rolls her eyes.
âą In the end, Inej tells the other Crows. Jesper wiggles his brows, teases Kaz but also gives him a big hug. Wylan is surprised but also happy. Matthias is slightly displeased at the holy bronze girl for letting herself be charmed by this notorious demjin. But he does believe that the two belong with no one else and congratulates them.
âą Nina takes it upon herself to plan the wedding and decides it should be a Suli one. She wants to see Inej draped in red. But also wants to see Kaz out of his fitting suits for once and in traditional Suli clothes for men.
âą Mr. and Mrs. Ghafa find their son-in-law quite odd but give their blessings happily because there's no one else who'll be more suitable for their lovely daughter.
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satisfied - {Five x Reader AU}
Read Part 1 & Part 2 & Part 3 / Part 3.5 & Part 4
Warning: a rollercoaster from start to end
Word Count: 4,512
Note: Here it is. The final installment. I'm also impressed I've managed to pull off my own little goal which was to make each chapter longer as we go deeper and deeper into this relationship. It was fun to write, and I hope you stick with me for my next series
You've ignored four of his calls.
Well, technically, you've only ignored one, deleting the message from the answering machine after a short but brutal internal war. The other three times he's tried to get in touch with you were on the typical ripped out notes taped to your mirror. Each one was plucked down, scanned for words you didn't really expect to find (sorry, mistake, asshole), and then tossed into the waste bin.
You know that even as fucked up as your last encounter was, he deserves more--an explanation or at least a clean break--but you can't bring yourself to give him either. And you hate that about yourself. You hate it because you know why you can't do it, and the feeling that comes from this fact is worse than any of the ways Five's ever made you feel.
So, you don't call him. Instead, you work to erase the little traces of him you find in your apartment and in your thoughts until at last you're faced with something you can't just stick in the garbage: the man himself.
He's standing at the foot of your bed, hands on his hips and brow knit together. The look stops you dead in your tracks as you enter the room.
"You're avoiding me."
You feel like you're going to throw up. The thought briefly crosses your mind that if you do, you might get out of having this conversation. But instead you take a few more steps into the room and close the door behind you. When you face him again, you find his finger tapping at his waist. Your eyes remain on the finger instead of his face and you stay silent. This isn't an admission of guilt, but he seems to take it as one.
"Why?" he demands.
Objectively, you know the words. You're proficient in more than one language, so frankly you have more than enough words to use. But you can't seem to piece them together quite right, and so, no sound comes out. Instead you turn your gaze to your right and it lands on the candle on your bookshelf. The flame flickers, dancing in a breeze you can't feel yourself. You feel like there's a metaphor somewhere in there.
"Look--"
"Why would you do that to me, Five?" Your voice is soft, but the interruption effectively cuts him off. If you were looking, you'd imagine you'd see his eyes squint at you in frustrated confusion. His mouth would be slightly open, and you'd want to kiss it closed. So you can't face him. Your gaze stays fixated on the candle.
"Do what?"
You wet your lips as if that will help get out what you need to say. It doesn't work, but it does buy you a bit of time and makes the tension in the room that much more palpable. You wonder if that's what's guiding the flame through its movements.
"You brought me to Howl's just to fuck me in front of my ex."
Five's quiet now, and you chance a look at him from the corner of your eye. He doesn't look frustrated, but he does look like he's working a math problem and each time he comes to the end he gets a different solution.
He notices you're looking and tries to catch your eye, so you turn back to watch the candle burn it's way down the wick.
"You said you wanted something to shove in his face."
You don't remember saying that, but it's true. You did want something to shove in his face. But not like this. You shake your head at him. Â "Not that." Your voice is both airy and tight, and it's not a good sign. "That wasn't anything worth shoving in his face."
"What?" There's heat in Five's voice now, and you can tell that something you've said has pushed a button. "He's working two jobs so he can get married to some boring elementary school teacher, and you're having mindblowing sex with the closest thing this city has to a goddamn superhero. Who came out on top there?"
"You," you say, simply.
"Me?" he repeats, and you finally find the strength to turn and face him. His eyebrows have shot up so high, you're surprised they're not touching his hairline.
"You're the one who got what they wanted out of that show Five. Because he's still happily getting married having been proven right that I'm nothing more than a call girl dumb enough to work for free."
Five narrows his eyes at you, and there's nothing confused about the look. Instead, he looks downright mean. You realize in that look, that he's missed the point completely. He's not listening to you. He's not seeing you. And you're starting to realize that he may not even want to. The realization hurts. It fucking hurts. Like you're being ripped apart from the inside. And the worst part is that you really should have known this.
Before he can get any words out, you beat him to the punch. It's the only way this argument was ever going to end. Â "I can't do this anymore, Five."
The look shifts into one of incredulousness and then disgust and then stoniness. And then, without a word, he vanishes.
You feel like you've collapsed on the inside.
Apparently, you look like it too.
Your boss had taken one look at you and tried to send you back home. You'd told her that you were fine to work and made it half the day before she insisted you looked truly terrible and needed to go home. And maybe see a doctor.
Judging by the look on your roommate's face, you look even worse now that you've made it home.
"Are you alright?" she asks, peering up at you from the couch.
"Got sent home early," you mumble. It's not exactly an answer to her question, but you hope that it gets you out of having to talk anymore. It's not that you don't love your roommate. But you'd rather crawl in bed and stay there for a month if it meant that you didn't have to socialize with any humans in the meantime.
You successfully shuffle all the way into your room and drop your things next to your desk before the TV shuts off. Your roommate's footsteps echo throughout the apartment, and then there's silence and the feeling of someone hovering in the doorway behind you.
"I'm worried," she says, and you sigh, your shoulders dropping as you turn around.
"I'm fine."
She hums a no and gestures at your room. Â You've let piles of dirty clothes take over most of the floor. There's about six different cups scattered on different surfaces, all with varying levels of water in them. Only one of the candles is lit. Her eyes find yours again, and you can't help but look away. "You've been locked in here all weekend. And most of last week too. I know he hasn't been by. He hasn't even called. What's up?"
You shrug helplessly, and the same way they do any time you think of Five, your eyes betray you and start to water.
"You don't know?" she presses, and you shake your head, looking off to the side, trying to get yourself under control. She walks into the bedroom then, coming around to sit on the edge of your bed and stare up at you. "Talk to me, Y/N. Seriously, I'm worried about you, and I don't know what to do."
"I--" your voice feels too thick, and you're having a hard time keeping it even as it comes out. "It's over." Your roommate's eyebrows draw down in sympathy as do the corners of her mouth.
"He ended it."
You shake your head and swallow. "I did." The pitch is too high now.
"Why?" your roommate's voice softens in response to yours, and it's then that you break, face crumpling, tears falling, and a broken sob escaping. She doesn't say anything more, instead rising from the bed and wrapping her arms around you from the side, leaning her head against your shoulder.
It takes an embarrassing amount of time to stop crying. Then again, any time spent crying over a boy who you weren't dating and never made any promises in terms of feelings or commitments was embarrassing. But, when you do slow down, you finally find the words to tell her everything. What happened while she was away. Your trip to the bar and what you discovered. Your fight. She listens and doesn't say anything, instead doing the one thing that you need most from her: she doesn't let go.
You look less like shit.
But you still feel awful.
It's been just over a week since your fight with Five, and you feel like you should be over it by now. The disappointment, the embarrassment, the hurt. But you're not. Sure, you don't exactly feel like an open wound anymore. But you feel a bit like someone's just put a single layer of gauze on top, and that's not nearly enough.
So, you decide there's only one course of action that will make you feel better on this Saturday morning: Griddy's Doughnuts.
Just walking into the shop makes you feel lighter. The sweet smell of the different glazes and jellies wafts through the air, and kids are crammed up against the doughnut case and perched on stools with their parents. Walking into the place is like a time warp--it feels exactly the same way it did all those years ago when you were the kid tugging at her mom's hand.
And then you make accidental eye contact, and it all shatters. Because the brown eyes you're staring into belong to none other than Vanya Hargreeves.
You pull over to the side of the line to do the right thing and make brief small talk. If it hadn't been for two occasions where she'd come home sooner than planned, you wouldn't be in this situation. She wouldn't recognize you. But this girl's seen you half naked and spoken to you several times over the phone. She knows more of you than you wish she did. She probably feels the same way. Regardless of the willingness either of you have to engage in this conversation, she's coming over, bag of doughnuts and tray of coffee in hand.
"Y/N, hi," she greets, offering a nervous looking smile.
"Hi," Your own attempt at a smile is disastrous. It's too tight and it doesn't reach your eyes. It hardly even reaches your cheekbones. "Seems like we had the same idea for breakfast."
She nods, looking down at the bag in her hand. "Yeah. We have this family tradition to grab Griddy's whenever one of us--" Â she stops then, seeming to remember who she's talking to and restarts with a safer question. "How are you?"
Vanya's voice sounds the way Griddy's smells--like nostalgia and comfort and it makes you ache inside. You want to know how her sentence was going to end, but you want out of this conversation more.
"I'm fine," It comes out more of an exhale than a word, and she seems to see right through it.
She nods, her smile taking on a sad quality. "You and Five both then. Guess we did get the same memo about Griddy's."
A silence seeps in between the two of you, and you hate the way this feels--like you're drowning in the middle of a swimming pool and trying not to call attention to it.
"I don't want to pry--" She must see you go rigid because she seems to decide on a different route. "I don't know what happened, but I'm sorry it didn't work out. I know you guys cared a lot about each other."
You don't know how to respond to that. You're not sure if you want to be the fool who fell in love with her friends with benefits or the slut who was just in it for phenomenal sex or the bitch who points out Vanya's brother is a heartless bastard and doesn't deserve doughnuts because he clearly never gave a damn. She must catch the crease between your eyebrows, your lips instinctively puckering into a qualification, because she saves you from responding.
"Look, I know Five can be...a lot. And I don't know what he did, but I can tell it was big and it wasn't good." She looks like she wants to reach out and touch you, but her hands--thankfully--are full. "But you should know, he checks the answering machine every day."
It stings. He still thinks you'll call.
And you almost have.
You can't look at her open and earnest face any longer, so you look down at the ground and nod dumbly. "Thanks." She stays in front of you, and you can feel that she wants to break the silence again. Â You swallow hard and force yourself to meet her gaze once more. "Well, I don't want your coffees to get cold. It was nice to run into you, though, Vanya."
She nods, her mouth settling into a line. "Take care of yourself, ok?" she asks, and you lift your lips into half a smile because it's just about as much as you can manage. She nods once more and then turns and leaves the doughnut shop. You get in line.
Your roommate decides it's time for you to leave the house.
You point out that you leave the house almost every day.
She argues that leaving for work doesn't count. It's been two weeks and you need to have fun.
You insist that if you're going to have fun, it's not going to be on a Tuesday.
She informs you that there will be dollar tacos where she's going.
That's how you end up at Don Pablo's at eight o'clock on a Tuesday night with your roommate and two other friends all crowded around a table. It's hard to say what it is, the dollar tacos, the strong margaritas, the good company or the Spanish covers of pop songs, but whatever the reason, you're feeling lighter than you have. You're even laughing as your friend, Faith, updates you on the latest antics of the passive aggressive post-it queen at her work.
"That is...one hell of a story," someone to the right of your table says, and the eyes of the group look up to a lanky man with shoulder length brown hair. He's wearing a mesh crop top that sparkles a little under the light and leather pants that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, a fact that's captured Sam's attention.
The man pushes off from where he's leaning against the coat rack, and it's a testament to Faith's storytelling prowess that not a single one of you noticed him lurking there until this point. He motions for Faith to budge over, and the motion is so familiar and friendly that she scoots without protest.
"So," he says, resting his chin in both of his palms. "Which one of you radiant young ladies is Y/N?"
The words are objectively skeevy, but much like his admittance to the table, this earns nothing but a few snorts and smiles. He's also smiling like he's in on the joke, and it's genuine and sparkling rather than leering. You're half tempted to tell him, but your roommate stops you.
"Why?" Nasreen asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Because she's the one person who will save us from my brother's broody pining," he says with a faux pout.
Nasreen's eyebrows lift even higher. "Isn't it a little middle school of your brother to send you over here for him?"
He chuckles and lifts his head, shaking a finger at your roommate. She grins back at him. "Yes, it would be, but he very expressly told me not to come over here. I'm here looking for Y/N of my own free will." He glances around the table and steals a chip out of your basket, dipping it into the salsa. "Technically," he says, crunching down on the chip. "I'm risking my life for this."
Sam laughs and the man grins, reaching for another chip. "It's true. He said, and this is a direct quote, 'Klaus, if you go over there, I will drive this tiny umbrella through your eyeball until it hits that thing you call a brain and puts us all out of our misery.'" He pops the chip into his mouth and gives a dramatic eye roll. "Very eloquent, my brother."
Your friends laugh at this, even Nasreen, but you grow cold. Because you know one person with a brother named Klaus.
"So," Klaus bounces his shoulders once, sitting up straighter. "Who am I sacrificing myself for?" He looks around the table pleasantly just as Sam glances at you. It's a small motion, but Klaus latches onto it. "Ah," Klaus says gesturing toward you. "I'm going to need you to come fuck my brother."
Faith spits out her margarita. Sam barks out a sudden laugh. Nasreen blinks and draws back into the booth.
"I know he's an emotionally stunted little asshole, but he's been even more insufferable than usual, and Vanya says it's because of you." He drops his hand onto the table, relaxing back into the booth. "Obviously, he's the one at fault--you seem like an angel. But it would mean the world if you would come fix our little shitheel."
It's the name Vanya that brings Nasreen up to speed.
"I'm vetoing this right now," your roommate says, shaking her head. Klaus presses his hands together and points them at her.
"Your objection has been heard and noted, but let's hear from Y/N."
All of the eyes on the table are on you, and dollar tacos isn't enough to redeem this moment. You shake your head slowly. "No."
"No," Klaus repeats. He seems surprised.
"No, I'm tired of being fucked over so Five can feel better. No." Your roommate's approval radiates over you, strengthening the feeling. Faith and Sam straighten up at the mention of Five.
Klaus heaves a sigh and leans back to rest his head on the top of the booth's cushion. "I don't blame you, but I don't want to go back over there," he says to the ceiling. "Not only is he going to publicly murder me, but he'll probably drive me up this stucco painted wall with his moodiness before he does it." He lolls his head to turn to Faith. "Can I stay here with you?"
Faith laughs a little, looking at the rest of you.
"Depends," your roommate says, leaning on the table.
"On?" Klaus raises an eyebrow.
"If the next round is on you."
When you stumble into your apartment, it's a little past 1 am, and you're not so much as drunk as you are high on a good time. Allowing Klaus to stay at your table had been the best decision you'd made in the past...month? Maybe longer. Not only had he supplied you with enough good stories to take your mind far away from Five (whose gaze you could feel once you knew it was there) but Klaus had also pulled each of you up to salsa with him despite the fact that it wasn't a dance bar at all. Still, several other couples from different tables had followed his lead, and you'd allowed yourself to be spun and turned about until your legs were ready to collapse.
It's hard to imagine that anything can bring yourself down from this feeling as you place a kiss on your roommate's cheek and thank her for dragging you out.
Then again, you hardly imagined Five would be popping into your bedroom at 1:30 in the morning.
His hair is wild, eyes are hazy, and he looks more disheveled than you've ever seen him. "You were there. You were there and Klaus came over, and what the fuck?"
You've never heard so many nonsensical words come out of his mouth.
"Are you...drunk?" you ask, dumping your clothes at the door to your closet.
"Figured that one out," he says, gesturing flailingly at you. Â "I got drunk because that's what you do when the one person in this world who doesn't make your life worse won't even look across a bar at you." He says.
You, for your part, remain silent, head tilted, trying to make sense of what's going on--how much of this is him and how much of it is the alcohol. Because you can't believe he's this upset--Five doesn't seem to do emotions other than stressed, horny, and smug.
He sways a bit. "You were right there. Right there. And you didn't even look at me. Not even when fuckin' Klaus went over."
"I didn't realize you cared that much," you say quietly.
Five scoffs. "Why else would I spend five days hunting down your ex just so you could get your closure."
You blink several times at this fact, but you don't have time to formulate some sort of response before he continues. "Do you know how many Jordan Millers there are in this city?"
"You--what?" The words come out as hardly more than a disbelieving whisper.
"Five days and perfect planning to get you there and have it all work out at just the right moment, only for you to end it. No reason. You just ended it."
You swallow hard and then fix him with a stare. Because he's right--he should at least have a reason. "I didn't end it because of Howl's." You pause, and he takes it as the end of the sentence because he continues on.
"I don't even know what happened. I keep trying to work it out. It's all I can fucking think about, and I can't figure it out. You wanted just sex, so I gave you just sex. You wanted to show up your ex, so I made sure you could show up your ex." His voice takes on a hysterical quality as he starts to pace the room. "What am I missing? Please, enlighten me. Because Vanya and Allison are up my ass about trying to fix things with you, and hell if I know where to begin."
"You can't fix this," you shake your head and then wet your lips, steeling yourself up for the most embarrassing truth. "I ended it because I wanted more, and you didn't."
He pauses and then lets out a manic laugh. "So you left because you wanted to be with me?"
"I left because I thought it was just sex to you, and that's all it would ever be."
"That's all it was supposed to be," he says, not stopping his pacing. Â "That's what we both wanted."
"Wanted," you repeat, quietly. "Wants change."
He lets out a manic laugh. "Oh, I know that," he says and stalks closer to you. "Why else would I be here right now, still trying to figure out what you want so I can give it to you instead of fucking any of the girls who came up to me tonight?"
You blink a few times, and this has to be an exhaustion induced delusion, because there's no way he's saying what you think he's saying.
"What are you talking about?" you ask, quietly. He doesn't answer, instead closing the remainder of the distance, pulling your body flush against yours and kissing you.
He tastes like margaritas. His kiss is as intoxicating as the alcohol itself, the sensation rushing through your body and urging you to relax into him. He's only kissed you four times before, and all of those were different. In those kisses his hands ran over your body, pushing at your clothes, his frame walking you back towards the bed. But now he's solid, and his hands are still, a vice keeping you close to him as his lips remain on yours.
It takes an extraordinary strength of will to extract yourself from his kiss. "Don't do this," you whisper, your lips brushing his since he's chased after your kiss.
"Why?" he pulls you even closer, pressing another kiss to your lips.
"Because you don't mean this," you say, bringing your hands in between your bodies to push him away. "You're drunk and you're lonely andâŠ"
"And I want you," he says, not moving, ducking his head to kiss you again.
"No you don't."
The words make him step back angrily. "I don't know how to make it any fucking clearer," he says, raking a hand through his hair. "I want you. I want you Y/N. I wish I didn't. I wish things would go back to being just sex. Because my life was so much easier then. But they can't. Not for you and not for me. You want more. I want you. So why won't you just accept that and let me kiss you?"
As far as romantic speeches go, it's pretty shitty.
"Fine," you say.
It's an equally shitty romantic response.
But then he's kissing you again, and you let yourself lean into the hope that maybe, come morning, he'll still mean what he said.
When you wake up, Five's gone.
The other side of the bed is tucked in tightly, like he was never even there. But you know he was. Because if he wasn't, there's no reason for your whole body to ache inside and out. It's tempting to stay in bed and throw yourself a mix of pity party and roast. After all, last night you exhibited top tier dumbassery.
But you're tired of feeling like shit. So you drag yourself out from under the covers and towards your door, hoping that some coffee and a warm breakfast will help you to feel better.
You pad out the door and down the short hallway to come out to the kitchen where your roommate is pouring herself a cup of coffee.
âMy head hurts like a sonofabitch,â she says, reaching into the cabinet to grab down a mug for you. âYou?â
You give a rueful smile and head over to stand next to her by the coffeepot. âSurprisingly, Iâm ok. Better than yesterday.â
âGood,â she says, filling your mug up.
Your toilet flushes, and both you and your roommate look at each other. The silent question is answered not long after as there, appearing in the doorway, still wearing yesterdayâs clothes and looking a bit disheveled, is Five.
Itâs the first time your roommate has ever seen him.
âUhâŠhello?â your roommate says, and Five nods at her, moving forward to steal your mug of coffee. He lifts it to his lips and takes a long sip.
âYouâreâŠhere,â you say dumbly, and he nods, drinking some more coffee.
âItâs where I want to be.â
Your roommate looks between the two of you. âAnd you areâŠâ
âFive,â he says over his coffee, and your roommate looks between the two of you wildly before finally settling you with a significant look.
âYouâre going to have to make more coffee, and explain all of this to me,â she says, circling a finger at Five.
You look at him, a small twist of a smile on your lips. âFine with me.â
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Hard to Love [3/?]
Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader
Words: 1565
Warnings: this story will have mentions of abuse, mental and physical so please read at your own risk. Some swearing, angst, and a good amount of fluff. Maybe some smut if Iâm feeling frisky.
Summary: After moving to a new town all on her own, Reader would do anything for a stable job and income. Even if that means housekeeping for one of Bostonâs eligible bachelors. What she didnât expect was finding herself falling in love with him and him finding out about the past that she was running from.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who has liked, reblogged, or asked to be tagged. Iâm really liking writing this story. Iâm kind of just writing as I go. As always, tags are open!Â
The music vibrated off the walls as my hips swayed to the beat, vacuuming perfect lines into the carpet. Dodger watched happily on his perch of the couch, tall waging.Â
The last few weeks with just Dodger and I had been perfect. Every morning I would show up for his walk, feed him, doing a few loads of Chrisâ laundry; how he had laundry when he wasnât even home made no sense to me. Once I finished up at Chrisâ house, I would head over to my night job. I had done the same routine every day for the last two weeks.Â
I knew my body was exhausted, ready to crash at any given moment which is why I tried to keep myself moving, having the music keep me awake.Â
I had also made sure to send Chris his daily Dodger pictures, letting him know that we both were doing good and that he was happy even though his owner was gone. Even though he was busy, Chris found time to text me back, letting me know that he was very thankful I was there with Dodger.Â
Multiple times a day.Â
We also talked here in there about things other than Dodger; I asked how his filming was going and he asked some things about me. We even texted a game of twenty questions when he had a long break between filming.Â
He learned a lot about me, me making sure that the dark parts of my past still stayed hidden, and I learned a lot about him that the media didnât even know. I was starting to know who Chris Evans was and not what the media portrayed him as.Â
He loved playing the piano, even though he wasnât that great; his words.Â
He would rather lounge on the couch with Dodger on a Friday night than go out with friends.Â
And of course, his biggest dream was to start a family. Everyone knew that and volunteered to be the one to help him. He said that hadnât found the one that he wanted that with and he was starting to doubt that he ever would.Â
I wouldnât call us friends but we werenât acquaintances either. We were somewhere in between.Â
âAND THEREâS HOPE FOR THE UNDERRATED YOUTH!â I sang along, using my duster as a microphone.Â
Not even the loud music could mute out the laughter I heard behind me.Â
Spinning on my heels, I turned off the music and was face to face with Chris. He was leaning against the wall, biting his finger to stifle another laugh. His eyes shone bright with amusement and something that was very unreadable.Â
âHeh, how long have you been standing there?â I questioned, heat creeping to my cheeks.Â
He scratched his chin in fake thought. âSince the beginning of the song.âÂ
âOh God,â I muttered embarrassed. âI didn't know you were coming back today.âÂ
âWe finished shooting yesterday,â he mentioned while bending down to greet Dodger.Â
I found myself suddenly wishing I had chosen to wear something other than my bleached covered sweats and shirt that was two sizes too big. My hair was falling in strands out of the bun and I knew that I looked like a hot mess in front of him.Â
âWell, Iâm actually finished so Iâll get out of your hair soon,â I spoke.Â
Chris shook his head. âYouâre fine.âÂ
âI really should get home and shower before work,â I stated.Â
âYou know, you never told me what your other job is.â He mentioned.Â
He was still in his place on the other side of the couch meaning there was a good amount of space between us so he couldnât see the hesitation from me.Â
âI work at a club.âÂ
âBartender?â Chris asked.Â
âYeah, something like that,â I muttered. âI really should go, though.âÂ
Chris reluctantly nodded. âUm, I know you worked a lot the past two weeks so feel free to take tomorrow off.âÂ
My sore muscles screamed in joy.Â
âYou sure? I bet youâve got loads of laundry to do,â I saidÂ
âI can do it,â he assured me with a smile. âIâll see you on Friday?âÂ
I nodded. âThanks, Chris.âÂ
Friday morning had come way too fast and as I rolled out of bed, I felt my bones crack into place. I spent yesterday morning and afternoon catching up on sleep to get ready for work last night; which was busier than ever. Countless parties and not enough workers to keep everyone happy.Â
As I stared myself in the mirror, I frowned at the dark bruise that had started to form on my arm and made a note to cover it up before seeing Chris. He texted me last night saying that all he needed was his laundry done today so I was thankful for an easy day.Â
I was about to walk out the door when my phone dinged, letting me know someone had texted me. Expecting it to be Chris, I felt my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach when an all too familiar name popped up.Â
Please talk to me. I miss you.
Without a second thought, I deleted it, not wanting it to ruin the rest of my day.Â
Music played in my ears, drowning out any thoughts I had, as I walked up the stairs towards Chrisâ bedroom to put away a basket of his clothes. I was here for a few hours, him being held up in meetings and video calls for his ASP company so we really didnât have a chance to talk; only a small wave and smile when I arrived.Â
I hummed along to the music, not realizing that someone had stepped out of the steam filled bathroom. Towel was loosely tied around his waist as water slowly dripped down his broad chest, over his tattoos.Â
My feet felt frozen in place as we stared at each other, his chest rising and falling as he breathed deeply, eyes trained very hard at me. I couldnât stop my eyes from following every inch of his bare chest; his v-line so defined and his happy trail that lead from his belly button to the top of the towel. His hair was slicked back and I was able to see his hazel eyes shining bright.Â
Chris slowly licked his lips and I rubbed my things together to stop the heat I felt.Â
âIâm sorry, I should have knocked.â I stumbled over my words while pointing to his door.Â
He shook his head. âItâs alright. Can I have that?âÂ
The richness of his voice did absolutely nothing for the heat in between my legs when he motioned towards the pair of boxers I had in my hand.Â
All I could do was nod and extend it towards him. We were standing on each side of the bed so I knew that if he extended his own arm, he could easily reach it however he made no motion to move. He simply lifted a finger and beckoned me over towards him. My feet started moving before I could register and within seconds I found myself standing in front of him. There was an invisible wall between us, us not wanting to take that step to break it down. His tattoos were clearer this close and I wanted to kiss all the lines of the eagle that was on his chest.Â
Licking my dry lips, I handed the boxers to him. âHere you go.âÂ
My voice came out quiet and broken, Chrisâ presence overtaking me. I was a puddle of desire and mush when it came to him and I could tell by the smirk playing on his lips that he was loving every single second of it.Â
Chrisâ fingers glided over mine as he took the underwear.Â
âThank you,â he whispered.Â
The desire engulfed us in a cloud, trapping us in our spot. None of us took the first step to break it, liking this new feeling between us. Chris slowly raised his hand and with an instinctive fear, that cloud evaporated when I flinched away. Â
Chris dropped his hand as I stepped away from him, covering my face with my hand.Â
âY/N,â His soft voice brought me back.Â
Slowly dropping my arm, I realized that I wasnât back in my old life, I was here in Chrisâ bedroom; very far away from who I thought was standing in front of me.Â
âAre you okay?â He asked.Â
âUm, I forget. I have to leave early today. Iâm sorry,â I lied, trying to leave this situation.Â
As my feet started taking me out of his room, his bare chest was in front of me again stopping me in my tracks. I kept my eyes trained hard on the carpet, not daring to meet his gaze. His presence towered over me, feeling very small under it, and when his thumb lifted my chin to look in his eyes I could feel the worry ooze out of them.Â
âI wasnât going to hit you,â he spoke quietly.Â
I nodded. âI really need to go, Chris.âÂ
He knew that this conversation was making me uncomfortable so without another word, he let me walk out of his room.Â
That was the last time I saw Chris for a few days, lying that I had a stomach flu and needed a few days to rest up.
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Can I request parental Yandere! Tom with a young Y / N? Y/N has been on the island for a long time, and Tom is like their father figure. I'd like to see a scenario where Y / N meets Redd and due to their innocent and naive nature, wants to befriend him, meeting at night time just because Redd says it's better this way, probably not to alert Tom that he is there.I love how you write! Sorry for my bad English.
Yandere Parental Tom Nook X Child Reader
Little one
Tom had always considered himself good with children. It might have been because of all the late nights he spent up with Sable, taking care of Mable back when she was still very small. Even as a child, Tom swore to protect and help the ones who could not defend them selfâs. It was a trait that, even though as he grew up became less and less prominent, was still a core instinct that he had. Sure, heâs the first to admit that he wasnât exactly the most charming guy back in the day. Many seeing him as intimidating and mean. And yeah, Tom could see how people could have gotten that impression. Back then, heâd been so angry and lost. He was angry at the world. Angry at himself. Angry at...him...those where the days when he was hellbent on not letting anyone ever take advantage of him ever again. Heâd locked up his heart and pushed everyone he loved away. But then...something quite peculiar happened.
It had been late at night. Tom was walking alone on the sidewalk, only the dim light of the tall streetlights illuminating his path. With hands in his pockets he picked up his pace. He wanted to get out of the city as quickly as possible. He had been spending some time with family and was currently going home. But to get to his flight he had to walk through the big city. Tom didnât like the city, it brought back bad memories. He was pulled out of his thoughts as he heard the sounds of a loud crash coming from one of the alleyways nearby. What was that? Was someone hurt? Tom knew he shouldnât...it would be dangerous and stupid. But he had to check to make sure nothing sketchy was going on. Looking back at it now. Tom was so happy, overjoyed that he decided to investigate. Approaching the alleyway he could see the silhouettes of two small creatures. And as he got closer he realised what the silhouettes were. They were two children, tanukis, looking no older than five cowering together, clutching onto each other like there was no tomorrow. They looked up at him, shaking from either the cold weather or because they were scared. Probably a mixture of the two. Tom made sure to stay completely still as he tried not to scare the two boys.
"Hello? Are you okay? Why on earth are you two out here alone?" He asked as he slowly crouched down so that he would be on the same level as the kids, still keeping his distance. Tom however did not get a response. Letting out a small sigh he tried to continue. "Can I at least get your names?" He said, making sure to keep his voice gentle. "Weâre not supposed to talk to strangers mister..." one of the two said, clinging onto the other tighter. "Okay then. Hello there. My name is Tom Nook. Who are you?" Tom tried again. At this point the other one has stopped shaking and looked at Tom with more curiosity than fear. "We donât have names mister." Tom felt his eyebrows furrow. These poor kids. "Why donât you two come with me? Itâs about to start raining and I donât want you catching a cold." As he said this he extended his hand to the two. And carefully, the first one reached out his tiny paw to grab it. The other one was much more hesitant about the whole thing but after a quick glance at the first, he soon grabbed Toms hand. Tom led the two away to a hotel nearby where he bought a room.
That was the first significant change that led Tom to the road to redemption and recovery. After calling the police and telling them about the situation they had come to investigate with a social worker. After they had intervened and the social worker talked to the two and did confirm that the two children had no home or guardians. And even though it had only been maybe two days with the boys, Tom had grown very attached to them. And so, he offered to adopt the two. And after settling the whole thing in court, Tom was able to happily bring two small tanukis home. Of course the final decision was left up to the kids. But lucky for Tom, they too had grown attached to him and agreed to the adoption. Tom gave them the names Timothy and Thomas, Timmy and Tommy for short. And rest assured, the boys were gonna have a good life, Tom swore of it. But that, like stated before, was only the beginning.
A year later, was the second significant change that Tom went through. That year, a new villager moved in to his town. A boy with Brown hair and a red shirt. And what a mess he was. After having bought a house from Tom, he didnât have close to the amount of bells that he needed to pay off the house loan. In fact, he only had 1000 bells in his pockets. Seeing this was almost humorous to Tom. How can you move into a new home WITHOUT bringing more than at least 30 000 bells. And yet. Something about the boy. It almost reminded him of how he used to be back when he first moved to the city. Now, he had enough common sense to bring with him more than just a few bells. But heâd still make PLENTY of screw ups and stupid decisions. And in a way, heâd wished that he had a person to help him during that time. Someone to be kind enough to extend their hand and give him assistance. Maybe if someone had, things would have turned out differently. Who know what could happen to this villager, if heâs stupid enough to not bring enough currency, then heâd sure be stupid enough to be tricked or manipulated. Tom couldnât knowingly let that happen, especially if he could prevent it.
And so. Tom offered him a job at Nooks cranny. Just to teach him some responsibility and give him a chance to pay off his loans. But even after he paid them off, he still took some time to visit Tom every once and again. He brought a sort of warmth and life to the town. He interacted with all the other villagers and made sure to fix it up a little as well. Although very silent and kind of strange, Tom grew a certain fondness of the boy. But ultimately, it didnât matter what he though of him. Because one day, he never showed up. Tom just assumed that he had been sick or just tired. But after a week and not a sound from him, people started to get worried. They searched his house but he wasnât there. And that weeks turned into months, which turned into years. Tom still worried what had happened to him. But he tried not to think about it. The thought unnerved him. He couldnât have moved out because his house still remained in the village. But, ultimately. It really didnât matter. He was gone, and Tom had to move on.
That was years ago. During that time, human after human moved into the town. And they were all just as incompetent. Tom had started to wonder if it was a human thing. But Isabelle had been quick to insist that he help them. And he did. He always tried to teach them how to survive and make money. All while giving them a roof over their heads. He couldnât just let them wander around without a home, they had to live somewhere. He didnât set any dates as to when their debts had to be paid either. They could pay him off whenever they wanted. He didnât want to cause them any stress. And just like always, he got attached to the humans, and just like always, they all eventually left him with no explanation. He didnât understand why or how. But it was simply just how it went. But no matter how many times it happened, he never got used to it. It was always so hard to accept the fact that the human that was usually eagerly running around had left them. Had left HIM. He felt oddly protective over them all, they were like his children, his small, gullible, human children. So when he met you, that was when his instincts really went into overdrive.
He remembered it clear as day. Timmy and Tommy had ran up to him with the three residents behind him. Immediately he noticed something was odd about one of them. One of them was a human, more than that, the human looked much shorter than any other human heâd ever met. And heâs met a lot of humans in his life, a privilege which very few get. At first he thought the human, you, was just short. But as soon as he heard you speak it became clear to him. You werenât just short, you were much younger than any of the humans heâd ever seen before. You were a child. Tom started to wonder why someone as young as you was all the way out here. Were your parents gonna come on a later plane? No, no that couldnât be it. There where no other planes booked to the island. Maybe you were a child to one of the other residents? Interspecies adoption has recently been legalised so that could be it. Yes. Thatâs probably it. But that theory popped once he gave out the tents and you asked for your very own. Wouldnât you be sleeping with your guardian? For a moment Tom panicked. What if you were just a very small human and he has misunderstood your age. So he asked you. And to his relief and confusion you answered with "ten". Didnât you have parents? Why were you out here alone, he needed to know if he should contact somebody. So while everyone else went about looking for a place to put their tents, Tom took you aside to ask you a couple of questions.
As it turns out, you had come here completely alone. Without parents or anything. You had handed him a letter from your mother, she was the one that sent you here with the little bells she had left, because she couldnât take care of you and hoped that an adult on the island could handle you. When Tom read the letter he felt conflicted, he felt bad for you and your mother but he also thought the action of sending away your child to a deserted island was pretty irresponsible. But whatever he thought of the situation didnât matter, because you were here and he couldnât exactly kick you off or anything. He was sure that you would manage life here on the island, there was lots of things to do and food was also easy to come by. So, heâd have to make sure you were comfortable here on the island. He had given you your own tent and even payed the loans that came with it.
And you were the tipping point, you were the thing that turned his redemption into something much, much more twisted.
It had started small, with him feeling a kind of protectiveness over you. He figured it was since you were both a human and a kid. This feeling, it was much stronger than any of the instincts he felt about his previous humans, it was about as strong as how he felt for Timmy and Tommy. He just wanted to scoop you up and carry you away from all your troubles. He helped you fix up your tent and when you asked if you could upgrade it, heâd offer to pay for those house depts as well. But you had refused, saying that you wanted to pay for it yourself. It seems your mother had taught you plenty about responsibility and how to take care of yourself, which came a bit as a shock for Tom. Most of not all of his previous humans had been pretty clueless about things like this, so to see a child being more mature than them was almost a bit funny. But he knew deep down that your maturity probably stemmed from having to take care of yourself without any help. And there was nothing funny about that. Surprisingly, you handled your situation very well, you picked up weeds, planted trees, fished and caught bugs which you sold to Timmy and Tommy. All to pay for said loans. And when Tom told you about his plan to get K.K. Slider to perform at the island, you put your incredible work ethic to the max. Everyday, he could see you running around the island, planting flowers and placing furniture. It came out very good considering your age and soon enough the island got a three star rating. It baffled Tom beyond belief that you were able to do all of this. Especially at your young age. He made sure to give you credit for all the good you contributed and even made sure you got the front seat when the concert began.
And that brings us to today. You had been running around the island, collecting sea shells and fruit. Anytime you ran past one of your fellow villagers you made sure to greet them and talk with them for a while. And when you did so, one of them told you about seeing a shady boat by the hidden beach. The hidden beach. You liked going there, it was a nice place where you could just relax, far away from everyone else. So hearing that there was some boat there, itâs sparked your curiosity to say the least. Where did it come from? Who was at the boat? Why were they here? You just had to go see!
So thatâs what you did. As you made your way to the beach you were stopped by none other than Tom Nook himself. He was outside of the plaza with Timmy and Tommy when the boys had their break. He gave you a smile as you stopped and turned to him. "Ah if it isnât Y/N! Why donât you come and join me, Timmy and Tommy to our picnic. We were just about to head there." He asked, Timmy and Tommy looking at you with hopeful eyes. "Yeah Y/N! Will you? Will you?" You had to stop to think before making your decision. "Sorry but I canât. Iâve gotta go do something!" You said. "Alright then, but if you change your mind you know where to find us." Tom said as he walked away with the two boys. You ran all the way to the secret beach and sure enough, there was a boat stationed right there on the beach. As you made your way to it, you started to feel a little hesitant about going in. What if this person was dangerous? But youâve already come this far, so you might as well try. And so, you took a deep breath, and opened the curtains to go inside.
Dark, that was the main word that popped into your mind as you walked down the metal stairs that descended into the boats cabin. As you reached the bottom and looked around the room a strange sort of dread filled your stomach. The room was darkly lit, only a select few lights illuminating what seemed to be paintings and statues that stood on small wooden podiums. Your curiosity started bubbling as you approached the paintings. You silently admired the art, but your moment of calm was soon ended when you heard a loud creak come from the far right side of the boat. Turning around swiftly you saw the source of sound. It was a big metal door, there was an orange fox exiting the door when he suddenly froze up. His eyes met yours, and for a moment the two of you just stared at each other. As he eyes you up and down you could only look at him with big wondering eyes. Youâve never met a fox in real life before, so this was certainly an experience. The silence finally broke when he spoke up.
"Umm...Hello and welcome aboard Jolly Redds treasure trawler!" There was a bit of uncertainty in his voice, like he wasnât sure if what he was seeing was real. "Hello mister! Iâm Y/N, whatâs your name?" You asked him, a smile making its way onto your face. "The names Jolly Redd, as the name of my boat would imply." As he introduced himself to you he gave you a mischievous smirk. He seemed to drop any uncertainty and suspicion as he looked at you. "Say, were you checking out my paintings just now?" He asked you while walking closer. "Oh yes! I think they look really beautiful!" You answered enthusiastically, bouncing up and down slightly as you clasped your small hands together. "Ohoho, why thank you. I made them myself you see." Once Redd told you this, you let out a gasp of both surprise and delight. "Wow! For real? I have to tell Mr. Nook and aunt Isabelle about this!" All of the previous pride and confidence that Redd felt disappeared the moment you mentioned "Mr. Nook". He couldnât let Tom find out he was here. Especially when heâs talking to a human child. Redd knows about Toms protective nature when it comes to humans and children, so the thought of what he might do if he found him near a HUMAN CHILD, itâs scared him. "A-ah! Letâs NOT tell Mr. Nook or Aunt Isabelle. Iâm actually a uhh..." think Redd, think! "...secret artist! Yeah! A secret artist! We donât like to be seen or talked about. So could you do me a favour and not tell anyone about me kid?" Redd said. You however, not knowing he was bluffing, let out yet another gasp and nodded your head vigorously. "Of course mister! Iâll never tell anyone I promise!" Redd let out a laugh as he saw your enthusiasm. He liked you, he wasnât usually fond of children. But you, something about you was different. You were cute but not to the point of being annoying. Maybe heâd stay here for a little while.
"I like you kid, youâve got good taste. Us art lovers gotta stick together yaâknow. So how about this, can you meet me here again tomorrow at night? Itâs a lot easier for me that time." The question made you unsure. Youâve been told not to trust strangers, but he seemed so nice. He seemed trustworthy enough. You didnât see any reason why you wouldnât be able to trust him. "Okay, Iâll do it."
And that was that. Every night you would sneak out of your house and visit Redd. He would show you his paintings and such, heâd even let you paint on a separate paper while he was doing his work on his forgeries. The only drawback of this was just how tired you got later during the day. It was starting to get more and more apparent to everyone else on the island, especially to Tom. He had asked you time and time again if you had trouble sleeping, but every time heâd bring it up you would get really quiet and assure him it was nothing. One time when he was out for a stroll he found you, sleeping on a bed of flowers. He picked you up and carried you to your house to put you to bed. As he tucked you into bed he let out a worried sigh, what was going on with you? But right as he walked out he caught a glimpse of something that made him stop dead in his tracks. He quickly rushed to the little desk you had in your room and looked at what laid upon it, it was a drawing. A drawing of you and an orange fox. The drawing was labelled "Me and Redd!" with green crayon. He knew something was up. But he hadnât expected it to be this bad.
It was late at night and you were on your way to Redds boat. Unbeknownst to you, you had someone following you. As you skipped down to the secret beach you called out for Redd. And a few seconds later, Redd came out of the boat and greeted you with a hug. "Hello there my little artist. Are you ready to have some fun?" He asked as he grabbed your hand and pulled you inside. "Yes! Iâm ready!" You two sat down and started to paint. You told him about everything that was happening on the island, letting out a tired yawn every once in a while. As you blabbered away Redd was in deep thought, he knew he couldnât stay here for much longer. Every day that he was here was another day that Tom could find him, and he sure as hell didnât want that to happen. But he didnât want to leave you, your kindness and excitement brought him some kind of joy when he would usually be completely alone. He needed a distraction other than painting and sculpturing, something that would drown out all of the persistent thoughts of hate that he felt each day. But he couldnât just take you...could he?
"Hey, cousin? Do you like your life here?" He said out of nowhere, interrupting your ramblings. "Huh? Yeah of course. Iâve got friends and family that cares for me. I love it here." Damn it. How would he convince you if you had that attitude. "Aha...but doesnât it get boring? You know, doing the same thing every day? When was the last time you had some excitement in your life!" Redd put down his brush and turned to you, facing you completely. "I...well..." you truly didnât have an answer to that, sure island living wasnât exactly the most heart pounding life but it wasnât really supposed to be. It was supposed to be a relaxing life, without any stress or worries. "Wouldnât you rather just get out there on the sea? With me! We could be a team! A crew! I could be the captain and you could be my second mate. Think about it Y/N!" Redd got more and more intense as he tried to convince you, but your face was far from happy or excited. It was filled with uncertainty and discomfort. "N-No I think Iâll pass. I would much rather just stay here." The foxâs expression turned from a smile into an annoyed frown. "If you donât come with me youâll never see me again! Do you want that Y/N?! Do you want to learn how to paint on your own? Do you want to loose out on the best teacher and friend you couldâve ever gotten?!" You didnât give him a response, slowly backing away from him, trying to get to the stairs. But Redd saw what you were doing. "Oh no you donât!" He rushed towards you and picked you up rather violently, you started to thrash and scream in his grasp, trying everything to get out. But suddenly you were dropped onto the floor. As you looked up in horror you saw Tom Nook hunching over you. He had his claws out and were growling at Redd. As he looked down at you his eyes softened and he motioned for you to run out, you got the message clear and ran. You ran out, sprinting for dear life in order to get to a hiding spot. Your house!
It had been about 10 minutes since you ran from the boat. You were hiding under your bed, trying to calm yourself down as the tears dropped down your face. You could feel your heart stop as you heard the door to your house opening. But you felt a huge wave of relief wash over you when you heard Toms voice call out for you. "Y/N? Where are you? Itâs okay. Heâs gone." You rushed out from your bed and ran downstairs to the living room. As you saw Tom stand by the end of the stairs you practically threw yourself onto him. "TOM!" Wrapping your arms around him, you started sobbing. You thought something had happened to him. You could barely form any words as tears got caught in your throat, this has been a stressful night to say the least.
"Shh shh...itâs okay...Iâve got you. Iâve got you. He canât hurt you now, I promise." You cried onto his shoulder while he comforted you. "Do you feel comfortable sleeping alone or would you like to sleep with me, Timmy and Tommy?" You nodded your head as you climbed onto him. He only let out a small sigh as he carried you away to his house. What a mess. He wished heâd have known sooner, then maybe this wouldnât have happened. But no matter, what was done was done. He could only focus on the future.
And he swore to protect you, no matter what he had to do.
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Meow~
The Third Gym Squad with a s/o who loves cats and has catlike traits/habits.
Akaashi Keiji x Reader
Bokuto Koutarou x Reader
Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader
Tsukishima Kei x Reader
Hi Anon~~ I hope this is good,,, I kinda wanted to learn more about the catlike traits so I read a few articles about similar traits in humans and cats. Thatâs why there are traits under each clown because it goes with the scenario I wrote for them..... I hope that makes sense. LOL My friend also loves cats and I think that quirk of hers is really cute!!!Â
p.s. Iâm updating my masterlist tonight so I wonât be doing any #/sarahtalksshit LMFAO,,, Iâll come back in the morning and check my asks!!!Â
WC- 1,903
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Akaashi Keiji
Timeskip Akaashi is literally a cat dad, you canât tell me he isnât a cat personÂ
Please you guys would totally have cats together, you canât tell me that he wouldnât have like three cats
You two would have the perfect cat family </333
Akaashi would always get you cute little cat accessories,,, if he sees a keychain with a cat he snatches it and gets it for youÂ
Maybe he would get one for himself because it reminds him of you </3
You might have to fight your cats for Akaashiâs attention,,, be prepared
Akaashi loves when your cats randomly cuddle up to him like when they are in the mood for his attention, he loves that and will happily give them all his affection so yeah.... you are gonna be jealous of some cats thatâs for damn sure
He is like here is my love,,, my snuggles and kisses~Â
And youâre standing there in the corner like.... Keiji where is my kisses?Â
Youâd be the type of s/o who really helps Akaashi relax,,, he feels calm with you and itâs probably because he trusts you so much!!!
Agreeableness
âI want attention, give me attention.â You throw yourself across Akaashiâs lap, already making demands for him to satisfy your needs. Akaashi glances down at you, holding his phone out of the view of your face. He taps the tip of your nose with his finger and smiles while his eyes soften.Â
âHmm, what do you want?â He asks playfully and you turn your nose up at him, Akaashi simply leans down to kiss your cheek. Out of the corner of his eye, his phone starts to go off with a text from Bokuto. âWant to go eat somewhere in Shin Okubo?âÂ
You take your time to mentally think about it.
âWith?â You pause cautiously and Akaashi shows you the text, clearly from his captain. âOmg yeah, letâs go! Do you want to go?âÂ
Akaashi presses his face into your shoulder, preparing for the mess that goes down whenever you and Bokuto hang out.
âYeah, itâll be fun.â He smiles and you have a slight feeling that it might be forced. âYou guys always have so much fun together.â
âKeiji, are you jealous?â Your mouth falls agape but your boyfriend shakes his head, disagreeing with your question.
âNo, but you guys get along really well.â He pouts and you blink at him.
âSo youâre jealous?â You ask again and Akaashi refuses it once more.
âNo.â
âYes.â
âNo.â
âMaybe.â He sighs and you cheer as you know youâve won.Â
Bokuto KoutarouÂ
Bokuto is literally a dog, scratch that. He is literally a puppy
He is so energetic, the two of you were like opposites attract
Itâs that cute didnât get along at first but now you canât get enough of each other and are always seen cuddling type of relationship
I feel like Bokuto and cats would not get along at first either, even your own cats, he would have to become a cat person
He just wants to cuddle them right away and hug them but itâs like Bokuto.... cats donât really like affection like that
Youâd probably break his heart by telling him that
Bokuto wants to show them how much he loves them!!!! He would definitely support you getting cats, he would be soooo excited
When you guys get an apartment and move in together, he will decorate it with cat furniture like a cat clock and cat mugsÂ
Your favorite things have become his favorite things
Bokuto is a very sweet boyfriend, Iâve said it five million times before,,,, he is very attentive and always takes care of youÂ
Impulsiveness
âCome on, letâs go out!â Bokuto tugs on your ankle, trying to pull you off the bed. You simply ignore him, rolling your eyes and tossing the blanket over your head. âPlease, itâs so nice out.â He begs and pulls you harder causing half your body to fall off the bed.
âNo.â You narrow your eyes and climb back onto the bed, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders. Bokuto sulks and lays down next to you, throwing an arm around your waist to bring you closer to him.Â
The two of you lay like there for another hour and Bokuto successfully falls asleep. You internally coo at how cute he is and take a picture of him before placing your phone down beside you. After unwrapping the blanket from around your body, you swing one of your legs over his waist and sit upon his hips.
âKou,â You lean down and whisper, poking at his cheek gently. âwake up.â Bokuto stirs slightly, not at all giving you the attention you want. âWake up!â You whine louder this time and lightly pat his cheek. âI want to go out now, Koutarou!âÂ
Bokutoâs eyes flutter open, he blinks a few times while trying to shake the sleep out of him, and he manages to say one thing.
âBabe, now you want to go out?â
Kuroo TetsurouÂ
Truthfully I had been thinking about this one as I was mentally planning out how each mf would reactâŠ. Is Kuroo a cat or a dog?
Because when you think about it,,, itâs like duh you dumb bitch heâs a cat butâŠ. But hear me outâŠ.. Kuroo would be a FANCY Doberman pincher you know?Â
Much like Bokuto, I think he would want to give cats all his love but he knows how they react and how they arenât very affectionate
Good thing he has you because now,,, youâre going to get double his love because he canât love on the cats.... Kuroo was already clingy in the first place....
If you get this man a sweater or hoodie with cats on it,, he will wear it proudly like that becomes a staple piece in his fashion
Whenever Kenma looks at him weird Kuroo tells itâs just because heâs jealous he doesnât have a cat hoodie,,,, Kenma goes quiet because it is true
Kuroo would pick up on some of your traits easily because,,, Kenma. Pudding head is basically a cat, we know. I feel like I always bring up Kenma when I talk about Kuroo and itâs like well duh,,, theyâre a package dealÂ
Kenma literally made Kuroo into the great boyfriend he is
Back to this. Cats sleep a lot, donât they? Kuroo is always prepared for when you fall asleep in public, whether that be in class or on the trainâŠ. My man is prepared with his shoulder ready for you to sleep onÂ
Kuroo seems to be the type who is aware of his surroundings, especially if it is somebody he cares aboutâŠ. Cue him growing up with Kenma,,, omg there I go again bringing in Kenma! Therefore,,, he will be oh-so-careful with you </333
Dominance
You narrow your eyes at the group of girls crowding around your boyfriend, the sight makes your blood boil. The way they stare up at him and purposely flirt with him, you can see it all. You try to calm yourself down, take a deep breath while momentarily closing your eyes. When you open them, they are still there.Â
Those girls know Kuroo is dating you, everybody does. Yet, they still have the audacity to touch them as freely as they do even while Kuroo uncomfortably pushes them off.Â
You stand up straight, rolling your shoulders back as you try to get your temper under control. The dominance is rolling off of you in waves but, when it comes to your boyfriend, you canât help yourself. With the confidence only a bitch like yourself could have, you walk towards the group and purposely push yourself between Kuroo and the girl next to him.Â
You glare at her and place your hand on his chest, staring all of them down as you wait for any of them to say anything.Â
âMmm, thatâs what I thought. Now go run along and see if you can find any leftovers that still want you.â The insult flies past your lips and the girls gasp, their mouths falling open before they turn away and leave. Kuroo stares down at you, his eyebrows raised in disbelief and you innocently look back up at him. âWhat?â
âNothing, kitten, that was fucking hot."
Tsukishima KeiÂ
Bruh, Tsukishima is a cat, youâre literally dating a cat
He seems like the more introvert type of cat like the ones who donât like people and would rather stay home,,,,,
You two are a perfect fit, the judgmental couple that looks down at everyone HAHAH yeah you guys talk a lot of shit
I feel like there might be instances where one of you would try to be spontaneous and suggest going somewhere and then the other would just flame them and say what a terrible idea that is
Tsukishima has never asked if you wanted to go to McDonalds at 2am ever again,,,, you really have to kiss his ego after laughing at himÂ
Youâre probably Tsukishimaâs person, obviously if he is dating you, like youâre the only person he puts up withâŠ.. besides Yamaguchi,,,, of course
You know how Tsukki loves his little dinos? You love cats and he would probably think that is so fucking cute, is he ever going to tell you that? NO.Â
Just know that he is thinking it and whenever he sees a cat he thinks of you and takes a picture of it to send to you because letâs face it. Tsukki is always thinking of you
Are cats sensitive? If they arenât, letâs pretend they are for my Tsukki is sensitive statement because I am sidebar-ing for a second. That bitch is sensitive okay like you even graze your hand against his thigh and itâs like new ambition unlocked and by ambition,,, that means he wants to fuck you... This has nothing to do with the rest of this but I just wanted to put it out there
Tsukishima is the perfect protective, shit-talking boyfriend and honestly, as much as I say I dislike himâŠ. I really do love him because he is the boyfriend I would want,,,, truly probably one of my top picks to be my boyfriend from the haikyuu clowns
Extraversion
âThe losers wanted to know if you want to go to the festival this weekend,â Tsukishima throws out into the air randomly one afternoon. You glance up from your phone, lifting your head up from his chest as you try to guess his reaction.Â
âWhat do you think?â You respond back with your full chest, eager to hear his response.Â
âYou think I want to go?â He snaps back and you have to refrain from flicking his glasses.Â
âWell since you told me a few days before I think I can mentally prepare, can you?â Tsukishima winces at your words, he really does not want to hang out with the other first years this weekend.Â
âI guess.â He mumbles and you sigh.
âWe donât have to, they know we keep to ourselves.â You try to remind him but Tsukishima continues to scroll through his phone, not looking at you.Â
âThatâs true.â You push yourself up and bring your chin to his chest to see what he is typing. He sends Hinata a maybe. âThatâs enough socializing for the day.â Tsukishima tosses his phone somewhere else on his bed before wrapping his arms around your shoulders and burying his face into your neck.
âCan you imagine if one of us was extroverted?â You joke and your boyfriend lets out an audible groan.
âDonât paint me such a nightmare.â
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âI never said I was good at picking names, for all I care we could call them Bob.â
Warnings: Baby fever
Pairing: George Weasley x Reader
Words: 1.9k
Summary: Seeing you with a baby in your arms gives George baby fever.
(I want a baby so bad. Iâm only 19, but I just want a baby sooo bad!)
If George could capture any moment of his life, heâd snap a photo of you. You. All he could think about was you sometimes. He found himself amazed that someone as beautiful and kind as yourself had decided to love him, a poor boy of seven children who loved jokes and pranks. He watched you across the makeshift dance floor that the Weasleyâs had put together in preparation for Bill and Fleurâs wedding. You wore a simple green dress with short puffy sleeves, on your neck adorned a small locket that George had gotten you for your eighth anniversary about a year ago. He could barely even place words on his tongue as you seemed to render him speechless, you were so carelessly beautiful, breathtaking, and stunning. He watched you laugh cutely, your nose wrinkled and eyes sparkling as you picked up Fleurâs cousinâs baby. You seemed entrenched, holding that small child in your arms. You bounced her on your hip, making wide eyes and speaking in a hushed voice, likely telling her how adorable she was with the blue bow on her head. You lifted your finger so she could grasp it with her small fat hands as you cooed and continued to talk to Fleurâs cousin. You were the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes on. George swallowed thickly as your eyes caught his, send him a smile. You raised the small babyâs hand to pretend to wave at George. He could see you mouth to the baby, with a happy delight on your face,
âWhose that? Whose that? Thatâs George!âÂ
It was no secret that George wanted children, he thought about his future and enjoyed daydreaming about teaching his child how to play quidditch or how to play a silly prank on Uncle Fred. But, seeing you with that tiny baby in your arms nearly made George faint. He had seen his future in front of him and he was more than happy with it. George had been certain he was in love with you the moment he met you, but he was for certain now you were the only woman he wanted. George managed to shake himself out of his trance and sipped on his glass of Firewhiskey whilst Lee Jordan and his twin made conversation, probably laughing about something silly.Â
âExcuse me, boys. I think I should see my lady over there,â
Fred rolled his eyes, âDonât need to brag about it, mate, we all know you have a wicked girlfriend.â
âYeah, bloody hell is it annoying,â Jordan joked but then asked with a straight face, âhow did you do it?â
âCharm and wit and, well boys, Iâm afraid youâre straight out of luck as you also need to be devilishly handsome and you two seem to lack that.â George heard Fred laugh whilst Jordan calling him a prick as he walked away. George made his way across the reception tent, placing himself at your side as you continued to speak to Fleurâs cousin.
âDonât you look just absolutely enchanting,â
âThank you, love.â You turned to face George, the baby babbling away happily in your arms.Â
âActually, how awkward, âwas talking about the little darling in your arms there.â
You let out a bark of a laugh before shoving his arm, âOh, you little sod,â
âOi! Should we be using that type of language âround the baby?â George placed his large, rough hands on your hip, cooing at the baby as well whose eyes seemed to widen at the sight of Georgeâs red hair.
âI think she likes you, Georgie,âÂ
âWhat can I say? Iâm a ladies man,â George grinned, bending his head down to greet the child, âHello you! Sheâs quite adorable donât you think?â George asked you. You hummed in response, steadying her on your hip before reaching on your tippy-toes to slightly pull Georgeâs bandages into a better position. You frowned softly and patted his cheek.
âWhatâs that look for?â Georgeâs hands didnât leave your hips,
âI donât think I like seeing you hurt, actually, I forbid you to get hurt from here on end.â
âYes Maâam,â George looked at you so tenderly, so in love.Â
âWould you like to hold her?â
âHell yes, Iâd like to hold her!â George said excitedly, you scolded him before handing her off into his arms. He raised her above his head and making a wooshing noise with his lips. âLook at you, youâre a natural in the air. Youâll make for a good chaser, maybe even a beater if you bulk up a bit, but it seems youâve got quite a bit of muscle there.â He squeezed the babyâs tiny arm. George seemed to be in his own world, with nothing but adoration in his eyes. You watched, reaching out your hand to place comfortably on his abdomen. If anyone were to look upon you two, theyâd surely assume you were a young family, happy and loving as ever. You desperately wanted a family, despite the war storming onto your futures, you wished for a child.Â
âWhat do you think about having one?â George asked, making you blink.Â
âHaving...?â You trailed off, also reaching to fix the babyâs bow on her head.
âHaving a baby, of course.â George bit his lip to hold back his smile as he watched your eyes trail to look at his. You were simply so beautiful, it actually began to hurt.
âIâd love to have children, you know that.â
âI mean, with me.â Your boyfriend clarified. His voice seemed to portray humor however he couldnât help but become nervous. Maybe you werenât planning on staying with him? God knows he didnât deserve you. Maybe you wanted children but wanted a rich boyfriend or husband or just, in general, didnât want him. Georgeâs worries were squashed as you blushed and looked down at the child in your arms,
âOf course, who else would I have children with? Fred?â
âPlease donât put that image in my head,â George groaned.
âSorry, sorry.â You laughed lightly, pressing a kiss to his cheek, âI mean it, I would love to have children with you, one day.â
âOne day?â George exclaimed, âHow about now?â
âNope.â
âTomorrow?â
âMmm, no.â
âNext week?â
âNo.
âThis year?â
âNo.â
âNext year?â
âMaybe.â
âReally?â
âNo.â
George chuckled, handing off the sweet child back to her mother. He held his hand out in front of him, motioning to you to join him in a dance. Night settled around the burrow as guests chattered and danced, all joyous in celebrating the love of Bill and Fleur. George held you in his arms, towering over you as he slowly swayed to the enchanted instruments that played. His hand placed softly on the small of your back. He could smell the perfume he so loved on your neck and could see the gloss you had placed on your lips just minutes before the wedding. He daydreamed about your children, wondering if theyâd have his eyes or yours. If theyâd be smart little arses or be more like their mother.
âOkay, maybe.â He heard you mumble against his chest,
âWhatâs that, Love?â George asked, lifting your chin with his thumb.
âMaybe we can have a baby... this year.âÂ
George nearly jumped, rocketing into the sky and leaving nothing but his trousers and his shoes, he smiled wildly, âReally?â
âIâm just hesitant, I suppose. A baby is a big responsibility, Georgie.â
âIâm well aware, you seem to forget I have two younger siblings who so happened to have been babies once in their life.â
âThatâs different! This would be... would be our child. Iâm just a tad bit nervous.â
âDonât be, we both want children, we both love each other, why not?â
âWeâre quite young, George.â
âMum had Bill young. Not much older than us, actually.âÂ
âYes but, the war-â
âMum had Bill during the war as well. Really, Darling, your excuses are slacking quite a bit.â
âBut the shop-â
âIs doing quite wonderful, now how else can I diminish your worries? I love you immensely, and I assume you love me, or at least tolerate me enough to be dancing with me now.â
You were silent for a bit, laying your head back on his chest. âWhat would you name him or her?â
George thought for a bit, âWell, Iâd never name him after Fred. Heâd surely grow a big head if I ever did that. âSides, thatâs something you only do after someone dies.â George thought a little longer. âMaybe something old fashioned like Geraldo or Hubert.â
You couldnât help but laugh, covering your mouth, âOh Georgie, our poor child.â
âI never said I was good at picking names, for all I care we could call them Bob.â
âYes, well, thatâs exactly what we wonât be doing.â
âIf youâre so smart, why donât you pick a name all of them, then.â
âThem? As in multiple?â
âYes?â George asked confused, âWere we not going to have multiple?â
âHow many were you thinking, Weasley?âÂ
âHowâs seven?â
âSeven!?â
âMy mother had seven,â George said defensively,
âYes, and Iâm not nearly as strong as your mother. Iâm not even sure how she raised you lot without pulling out her hair.â
George beamed and kissed your forehead lightly, âAlright, six?â
âLetâs try for one, and then go from there.â You laugh, pulling away from his chest to look up into his brown eyes.
âFine with me,â George held your chin leaning in to press a kiss on your sweet lips. Before he could, a white orb flew into the tent making the guests gasp. Kingsley Shackleboltâs voice rang out,
âThe Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.â
For a beat, everyone was silent as if they werenât sure what to do. Then, chaos ensued. Tables were flipped and frightened screams rang. People began to disapparate in a hurry as black flashes apparated into the tent. George held your arms as you stared up at him in horror.Â
âY/N, go!â He shouted, grabbing his wand from his pocket. You searched for your wand that you had stupidly placed somewhere. You could hear George spit a spell at a Death Eater, yelling in your ears to return to the Burrow or at least apparate to safety. Realization flooded your bloodstream cold as you felt your entire self shiver with fear. You turned to George who had successfully disarmed the Death Eater and ran towards you, attempting to drag you away.
âGeorge!â You yelled over the screaming,
âY/N. Itâs not safe here, Love. Go, please!â
âGeorge!â You yelled louder, panic-stricken, âThe baby, George!â Before he could do anything,
George watched you dash across the tent, your green dress leaving his eyesight.Â
âWait! Y/N, your wand!â But you couldnât hear him. George cursed, before throwing another spell at another Death Eater and chased after you, dodging the people and the flipped chairs. He was terrified that once he crossed the tent, heâd find your limp body. However, he found you helping up Fleurâs cousin who had fallen, the baby in your arms. You whispered panicky, pushing the baby in her arms.
âLeave! Run, quickly!â The mother looked at you and then George before nodding quickly and disapparating away with her child.Â
George sprinted over to you, you searched him for injuries as you held each otherâs forearms. The eye contact you made was frantic and worried but glad you had found safety in each other. You nodded at your boyfriend with a knowing look before the two of you apparated away together, hand in hand. Â
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