#and i like my caramels s a l t y >:)

[siderealscribblings]

My gift to you from twitter. This is soooo neuvifuri-core

Angst is to romance like salt is to caramel

[crappymixtape]

good love makes you hesitate

REQUEST → @wroteclassicaly 500 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION ❝ angst prompt: “don’t do this here” – best-friend!reader x steve | ( 2.2k – all of the angst, tiny bit of fluff, best friends to lovers, steve x bff!reader )

G O O D L O V E M A K E S Y O U H E S I T A T E 🎶 i know a place, MUNA

“C’mon. You can’t be serious,” Steve was giving you that look. The impossible one where you wanted to grab up fist fulls of his shirt, heated and angry and tell him off. His tone was edgy, frustrated and you knew he was right, but you couldn’t admit it.

Your back was against his door, arms crossed over your chest as you watched him pace the length of his room. His hair sticking up and messed from running his hands through it as music played loudly downstairs.

Muffled lyrics pushing themselves up through the floorboards. People cheering and laughing in the kitchen and out by the pool. Mocking you as you stood in your best friend’s room trying to shove everything back down into the pit of your stomach where it belonged. Listening to him lecture you. Trying to justify to him why you were still with your shitty boyfriend.

The boyfriend who was always late picking you up from work. The boyfriend who forgot your birthday. Didn’t know your favorite color or that you hated pineapple on your pizza. Wouldn’t sing True Colors all off-key and shitty in the car with you. The one who got caught messing around with Tammy Thompson and yet you stayed. Because it was better.

Better than watching your best friend make out with someone else. Better than sitting with the feelings you denied. The ones that made your heart race every single time Steve smiled at you. Every time he pulled you in for a hug. Every time he told you how much you meant to him. How you were the ‘best friend anyone could ever ask for’ but never any more than that, so it was better. Better than admitting you were in love with him and not your boyfriend.

Better than hurting like that.

“Oh my god, Steve,” you sighed, exasperated, trying not to loose control of it all, “Don’t do this here.” You’d balled your hands into fists, nails pressing half moons into your palms, anger starting to give way to something else but you refused to let it.

“Don’t do this? Are you kidding? He cheated on you! What if he does it again?”

“I’m fine,” you insisted, tried to shut him out, but he pushed. He always pushed.

“You’re not fine! Just dump his ass,” Steve looked at you in disbelief, looked at you like the answer was so obvious and it made you laugh. A mirthless, humorless breath of air that hurt as it pushed itself from your lungs and you roughed your hands over your face.

“Okay, Steve. Sure.”

He stopped pacing, stared at you, heard the sarcasm dripping from your words and it was his turn to laugh. The same frustration lacing the edges of it as he took a step toward you. Looked at you eyes narrowed, mouth firmed into a line.

“You’re gonna stay with him? After all that? After Tammy–” and then you snapped.

“Don’t!” you felt the sting of tears in the corners of your eyes, throat tightening against the sob you’d been holding in your chest for what felt like years and you didn’t think you could run from it anymore.

Steve’s eyes grew wide, expression shifting in an almost painful way. Sure, you argued like friends do, but you’d never yelled like that before and you watched as his insistent determination gave way to something softer. Watched as ‘sorry’ tugged at the corners of his lips. So fucking sorry and he wanted to say something, anything, but your words kept coming. Spilling out now. Drops of water through a crack that only widened with each second that passed.

“You can’t say shit like that,” your words had lost their edge, liquid like water, the sharpness dulled from the way he was looking at you. Eyes all burnt caramel, brown sugar, and he took a couple of steps toward you.

“What? Why?” the look on your face wrecked him and he couldn’t help reaching out to take your hand. Firm and soft all at the same time and as his fingers tangled with yours, you squeezed your eyes shut and set free the tears you’d been fighting against.

“Steve,” you were pleading now, begging him to leave it, but when you opened your eyes he was looking at you like you’d punched him. Maybe you should’ve. Maybe that would’ve been easier. “You don’t know what it’s like,” you finally admitted, the tightly wound feelings in your chest starting to unravel. Tears chasing down the soft curves of your cheeks, slipping over your lips and you could taste the salt. The bitterness.

“What it’s like?” his brows pinched together, concerned and confused, still not putting the pieces together and you held back the small, painful sound that had bubbled up in your throat because you finally realized you’d do anything to make the ache in your chest go away. Even if it meant fucking up what you had with your best friend because you telling him now was better than carrying it around with you forever.

“To be in love with someone that doesn’t love you back,” and the hurt in your words pulled his free hand to your cheek, the rough pad of his thumb gently brushing your tears away. He shook his head, trying to help but not knowing how.

“But–but you told me you didn’t love hi–”

“Not him,” you didn’t let him finish, “You. I’m in love with you, Steve.”

His lips parted, the pinch between his brows melting away, swallowing thick and Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as your words hit him square in the chest, “You–you’re in love with me?”

Your face burned, felt like it was on fire, your whole body trembling and vibrating with the admission that had settled in the room around you and you kept going, tried to save face, “I know you don’t feel the same way. And that’s fine! I get it! I just can’t keep pretending–”

But Steve swallowed the rest of your words. Slipped his hand round the back of your neck and pulled you into him. Pressed his lips to yours and proved you wrong with that kiss.

And it was loaded. Full of all the things you’d left unsaid. He was breathing you like air. Holding you like he was drowning and you were his lifeline. Drank you like a man who’d been wandering the desert without water and god, you let him.

“Steve,” you pulled away for a second, the quick sounds of your breaths falling between you, and he stopped.

“Oh shit, sorry, I–”

“No! Oh my god, don’t be sorry,” you huffed a small laugh, feeling your hands on his chest, on the soft fabric of his shirt. Fresh laundry, patchouli and boy. A smile pulled at the corners of his lips, his hands wide and warm at your waist and he leaned down to rest his forehead against yours.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” his voice was gentle, easing you into it and your cheeks flushed pink.

“You always said we were ‘best friends’,” you said softly and the furrow between his brows came back as he lifted a hand to your cheek.

“Yeah, course we’re best friends.”

“I didn’t want to ruin it,” came out shy, a little embarrassed and he pulled you in closer.

“Ruin it?” he tutted softly, thumb sweeping over your cheek and down to the corner of your mouth, “Baby, you’d never ruin it.”

Baby.

“You promise?” you asked, eyes flicking up to meet his and he leaned down to kiss you again, smiling against you, warm and safe and Steve.

“I promise.”

crappymixtape™ • steve harrington masterlist // stranger things masterlist

[willtheweaver]

Alpha-write

Thanks @agirlandherquill this sure does look interesting

Rules: For every letter of the alphabet, comprise a sentence/short paragraph beginning with that letter

A- “All systems go. Let’s she what this new ship can do.”

B- Barely anything was standing on the planet’s surface. All around were huge craters and mountains of crumbled rock and dust. What water there was was as corrosive as hydrochloric acid. What kind of weapons could do this, and what kind of people would turn such tools of death on themselves?

C- Candles, beeswax, 50 count, the label said. So why was the box so heavy?

D- “Don’t move!” I stopped when I heard those words. Fearfully, I looked down at feet. One of them was right on top of a rune trap that was concealed in the leaf litter.

E- Everywhere was the sickly sweet smell of death.

F- Faith shall ne’re forsake me, when iron proves as feeble as flesh.

G- “Goblins can’t resist shiny stuff, you said!”

“Well if you weren’t a cheapskate and put some of your jewelry in the trap, we would have caught him!”

H- “Hake, extra crispy. Chips with salt and vinegar, extra curry sauce on the side. What does it all mean?”

“I believe that is his Friday takeaway order.”

I- Inside was totally different. Whereas the exterior was a grey and austere cube, the interior of the building was bright and decorated to the point of being gaudy and over the top.

J- Just lost contact with the rearguard. Radar has picked something up. It’s—[remainder of transmission incomprehensible] /end recording.

K- Kelp! If I could just make it…

L- “Ladies and gentlemen, remain cool, this is a robbery! Handover all of your valuables and no one—hey! You with the Nickleback shirt! That is not cool!”

M- “Must I remind you that it was your idea to drill holes in the bottom of the ship?”

N- “No man is more accursed than he who violates the sacred law of hospitality.”

O- “Open the door!”

“No.”

P- “Purple was never my color anyways.”

Q- Quiet. No wind, no sound of birds. Nothing.

R- Rust covered the steel beams and rebar sticking out of the cracking and failing concrete.

S- “Single malt, aged twelve years, heavy smoke with hints of seaweed. This was distilled in Islay.”

T- The order came up. Three shots espresso, ten ounces 2% steamed for exactly eighteen seconds, one pump vanilla, three caramel, one chocolate hazelnut, and the foam has to be cold and not mix with the coffee. WTF!?? I wanted to quit them and now.

U- Union pamphlets were everywhere. No doubt about it. Their meeting place had been found.

V- “Velocity is still over 5000 kph! We’ll burn up in the atmosphere unless we find some way of slowing down!”

W- “We’re with Witness Protection. You are in grave danger.”

“Me? I’m just an ordinary person!”

X- “X-rays can’t go through lead!”

Y- “You had to say something, didn’t you?!”

Z- Zzzzzzzzzzz.

“How can anyone sleep so soundly in a time like this??”

Whew! Made it through that one!

Tagging @diabolical-blue @darkandstormydolls @leahnardo-da-veggie @poethill @honeybewrites

@theeccentricraven @splashinkling @smudged-red-ink @mysticstarlightduck @eccaiia

@corinneglass @tildeathiwillwrite @fortunatetragedy and open tag

[whatsaboomlakalaka]

alright alright alright alright

Tagged by @fleurywiththesave!

Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs.

lol ok. so.

alphabetical order. fandom in brackets,,, (if its hrpf its absolutely mattdrai). also some of these like belong together in the same world and i have not marked that at all :)))) i'm feral

5 + 1 being caught caramecaeli  (d20 - acoc) bad kids at pride (d20 - fantasy high) blue and bluer (hrpf) blue and bluer TBC (hrpf) caramel waves (d20 - acoc) Castle AU - Dasey (lwd) chap 03 - freshman year [untagged] (lwd) dasey exchange 2022 (lwd) dating app mattdrai (hrpf) Dear Penelope (bridgerton) fig etc (prepared for rain) (d20 - fantasy high) france 2k27 [bridgerchuk] (hrpf) L. I. F. E. W. I. T. H. L. U. C. A. (lwd) L. I. F. E. W. I. T. H. S. K. Y. E. pt 4 (lwd) LA Kings Fic (lwd) lazuli (caramelinda) mind dump (d20 - acoc) mattdrai get together notes (hrpf) not NOT a bridgerton au [aka bridgerchuk] (hrpf) on the rocks (d20 - acoc) prompt 181021 (lwd) prompt NEXT (hrpf) rangers!derek (lwd) sandra lynn biopic (d20 - fantasy high) scenes for iris (hrpf) tennis au (hrpf) the last five years (lwd) tkachuk tkollection service (hrpf) two men and a little lady (hrpf)

dasey fam i've not included anything i've posted to my draft ditch on ao3 even tho those are technically also wips in this folder lol

absolutely refusing to tag as many people as i have wips for obvious reason. selecting across fandoms... @betanoiz @wingedflame @puckthisshift @kairos44 @grantairesbottle @folklauerate @whatafuckingbabe @isalovesslowburn

[plutonium12]

A - Age: 16 A - Annoyance: people repeating themselves multiple times. 

B - Best feature: my very enthusiastic tone B - Beer: = bear? B - Birthday: december 6th

C - Crush: what if i crushed you like a bug under my shoe C - Car: i dunno im not a car guy C - Candy: starbursts

D - Day or night: night D - Dogs or Cats: CATS LETS GO CATS WOOOOO

E - Egg nog: probably gross  E - E-mail: no 

F - Favorite color(s): green and black  F - Favorite Band: smash mouth and foo fighters

G - Gummy Bears or Worms: gummy bears >:) G - Giver or taker: GIVER !!!!!!!! G - Gum: i hate gum

H - Hair Color: brown H - Height: 5′2 H - Happy: :D

I - Ice Cream: salted caramel OR cookie dough I - Instrument: guitar ! I - Idol: edd :)

J - Jewelery: yes ! necklaces and bracelets and rings, also im hoping to get my ears pierced soon ! J - Job: i want one.  J - Jail: not until 3004

K - Kids: not yet, ill probably adopt tho K - Kickboxing or karate: i want to try kickboxing, it looks fun K - Kindergarten: it was chill from what i remember but i accidentally flipped off a kid i think

L - Longest Car Ride: 6 hours? 8 hours? smth like that

M - Milk Flavor: regular??? M - Most missed person: lee :((( M - Movie Last Watched: avatar 2

N - Number of Siblings: 2 brothers N - Number of Tattoo's: 0 N - Name: plutonic plutonium pluto plu pluton

O - One wish: that my online friends could live next to me :) O - One Phobia: agoraphobia  O - One regret: not joining many clubs last year and not talking very much, i try to make up for it now by putting myself out there

P - Part of your appearance you like best: my silly face hehe

Q - Quick or Slow: im hella slow like i can understand things just give me a few minutes 

R - Reason to smile: my friends, eddsworld, spy x family, old dsmp streams, wilbur soot, and saiki :) R - Reality TV Show: none.

S - Song Last Heard: maneater  S - Season: winter S - Shoes: checkered ! 

T - Time you woke up: 7:25 am T - Time Now: 9:39 pm T - Time for bed: 12 am usually

U - Unpredictable: maybe. U - Underwear: why do these things have no boundaries i mean SERIOUSLY

V - Vegetable you hate: all of them.  V - Vegetable you love: except for aparagus that one can stay V - Vacation spot: who freaking knows dude

W - Worst Habits: picking at my nails with my nails. its hard to explain but like i end up picking at my nails with my other fingers until the top part of it comes off W- Where are you going to travel next: to my bathroom  W - Weather: rain is nice to watch from inside my house :)

X - X-tra special someone: the pizza delivery guy 

Y - Year you were born: 2006 Y - Year it is now: 2023 Y - Yellow: like the coldplay song !

Z - Zoo Animal: the penguins are chill  Z - Zodiac: sagittarius ? Z - Zombie: AAAAA NOT MY BRAINZ !!!!!

[heyitsyn]

Manager!Seijoh

a/n: im a seijoh stan and theyre my little plant babies

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

this is so long oml i hate myself

theyre an actual boy band istg

lets be honest, they probably thought you were just another oikawa fangirl

they thought you just wanted to be closer to their captain bc you were another delusional girl who wanted to live out her fantasies

lmao im not trying to be salty

but when you just stared blankly at oikawa tooru after he called you a beautiful flower,

stageplay hinata calling you a mugwort

the team just about threw themselves on your feet

tbh you werent really there to get a boyfriend or for oikawa

you just needed an after school club and the other teams already had managers

the only sport that didnt was the boys volleyball team

imagine why

you were actually a little wary, since you knew of oikawa, being a first year yourself, and you were aware of his psycho fangirls who could probably kill you

but you needed a club that would last you for the next 3 years to graduate

it was kunimi who actually recommended being a manager

you were in his class and you noticed him sleeping in the morning so you gave him your energy bar

‘thanks’

you shrugged and smiled

thats why he tolerated you more than others

you were nice and you were the only one who noticed his tiredness, even the teacher left him alone, and did something about it

sometimes, you even gave him an energy drink

‘can you tell me why youve been so tired lately? i dont think ive seen you wake up until lunch’

he opened the snack and started munching while replying

‘early morning practice for volleyball is still a big adjustment. our captain demands us to be there 6 in the morning sharp and if we’re even a minute late, we’d have to run laps. like for every minute youre late, you have to run those amount’

oh my why is kunimi talking so much

but i love kunimi and first year seijoh boys rights in this household is valid

you furrowed your eyebrows

‘but yall are still growing and you need all your sleep. if i were there, id yell at your captain’

he grinned slightly, imagining your short height beating up their captain

‘meh. you want to be our manager? i saw you looking at the clubs board yesterday and we dont have one so you could take the opportunity and beat him up then’

ofc you agreed bc kunimi was best boi and you just wanted him to have enough sleep for once

after class, he waited for you to finish packing up and when you finished, yall left the classroom

until another guy with a spiky hairstyle joined you and you noticed him as the guy who sometimes came over to eat lunch with kunimi

‘oh, hello l/n-san’

you smiled gently

‘drop the formalities, kindaichi-kun. its only fair.’

he nodded before walking beside kunimi

‘kindaichi, l/n might be our new manager’

the onion head excitedly looked at you

‘really?! yes! so we dont have to fill our bottles ourselves anymore!’

kunimi glared at him and slapped his stomach

‘shes our manager, not our maid’

you laughed but placed an arm on him

‘its okay. i was a manager for my middle school volleyball team so i know a little bit about being one’

the two shared a look

god, they really hit the jackpot

as yall walked closer to the gym, you noticed the big pile of girls huddling at the corner

kunimi sighed

‘l/n, ill warn you ahead of time of our captain. hes kinda,,,, too much’

but you flashed him a smile

‘hes not the first one ive handled’

oml player-chan!!!

so when you opened the door and entered the gym and oikawa hit you with his normal antics, you just stared at him

‘okay and?’

hanamaki and mattsun howled before rushing to you and grabbing you in a hug

‘girls like her really exist!!’

you gave kunimi and kindaichi a signal of help and they nodded before gently prying the senpais off of you

‘senpai, please’

you gave kunimi a grateful nod

coach irihata went up to you bc wow, kunimi has a friend with of another gender?

‘how can we help you, miss?’

‘im l/n y/n, first year, and id like to apply as the manager’

internally, the coach sighed bc you werent the first one to apply

the reason they havent had a manager for years was bc of oikawa’s fangirls hiding themselves under that false facade

but he saw you brush off that comment oikawa make with no hint of fluster or blush on your face so he decides to give you a trial run, in guise of seeing if you could handle these chaotic boys

‘do you have any experience as manager? or do we need to teach you the ropes?’

‘i was a manager for 3 years in my middle school volleyball’

he nodded

‘ill give you one month. a trial run of a month to test the waters’

you agreed and your trial run began

kunimi mentioned that morning practice starts at 6 am sharp so you set your alarm for 5 to get ready and get to school on time before the boys

you remembered how to set up the nets so you quickly put them out (using a step stool bc we short) and ran to get the basket of balls

their water bottles were filled and you were in the middle of lugging the big basket of towels when the third years entered

the 4 of them usually came earlier than the rest so they saw you dragging the basket of fresh towels and wipe your sweat before smiling at the work youve done

iwa was so happy bc it was usually him who did this stuff and now that he had someone do it for him, it was like a god-send

oikawa’s eyes shone and he waved at you

‘yohoo, y/n-chan!’

you cringed at the loud voice of the famous oikawa tooru

‘hello, oikawa-san’

he chuckled at your politeness before hugging you

‘you did all this for us? youre so cute, y/n-chan!’

instead of the normal blush and love-struck eyes, you were actually very uncomfortable of the sudden skinship and you quickly ran to the side when iwa hit him at the head

‘shittykawa! leave her alone!’

‘iwa-chan!’

makki and mattsun stood next to you as the boys did their usual fight

‘is this all an act or are you really not attracted to oikawa?’

mattsun shot him a surprised look bc why was he so straightforward

but you just shrugged

‘hes cute, i admit. but ive seen much cuter and the boys in my middle school team was basically full of him so,,, and i hate guys who think theyre all that just bc theyre blessed w a pretty face. if anything, ill probably go for iwaizumi-san’

pop off S I S T E R!!!

you just won the heart of these two

slowly but surely, they all came to accept you and iwa straight out loves you bc you maintained this routine for the whole month of your trial run

and you still remained indifferent of oikawa’s advances and he was even impressed and slightly agitated that you werent paying attention to him

‘y/n-chan, one date! just one!’

you huffed before looking up from your clipboard

‘i like men, oikawa-san. not boys’

that comment made the guys shriek

‘y/n-chan! youre just a first year! you dont need a man!’

‘youre not a man, oikawa!’

you left oikawa to be tormented by his teammates and went to go and hand over the report to the coach

he was impressed by the notes you made bc they were ones he even missed

like the split-second of hesitation that kindaichi usually has that goes unnoticed but you immediately saw

or the wince oikawa has whenever he so much as jumps an inch

you could even tell the difference between iwa’s spike and if he was being easy or he was going full-out

this added on to the fact that the boys loved you and irihata actually saw kunimi try more 

but he thinks its only to earn your praises

‘y/n, youre officially the team manager’

yall celebrated at the normal hang-out spot which was the ramen shop and it truly shocked you at how much these boys ate

granted, this was the first time you ate together but you didnt expect them to eat nearly 5 bowls each

you could only finish 2 and you already feel like throwing up

‘honestly, how do you guys not gain weight after this?’

the table you sat at, iwa, kindaichi, mattsun, and kunimi, looked at you and shrugged

‘i work out’

‘i run’

‘i fast’

‘i poop it out’

lmao im sorry i cackled too hard at this

you stared blankly at mattsun’s answer who said it so seriously that you snorted a laugh

they watched you and your laughter bc you havent really expressed yourself as much 

so they made it their goal to see you laugh more

‘y/n-chan! you need to eat more!’

oikawa shouted, clearly food drunk, but you shook your head aggressively

‘i only planned to eat one bowl but he just had to shove another down my throat’

‘but you need to grow, y/n-chan!’

‘i want to grow taller! not wider!!’

As a manager:

oh boy

you basically grew into kinda their mom

‘oikawa-san! you need to rest your knee or youre going to hurt yourself! i will drag you home myself!’

‘kunimi, if you try to get this one more spike, i’ll buy you a bag of those caramel bites you like’

‘iwa-san! if you hit oikawa-san too much, youll destroy the little braincells he has!’

‘yahaba-san, nice dump!’

‘is your knee okay, watari-san?’

yall really forget that watari and yahaba exist sometimes smh

it was part of the work

keeping up with seijoh

so to keep them encouraged, you gave them praises that they always demand for and they always turn to you whenever they did something good

mattsun gives you a look whenever he blocks iwa’s spikes and you give kindaichi a head pat whenever he blocks some too

bc of how you are with them, sometimes, they forget that you are actually just a first year

they get shocked whenever you walk in with kunimi and kindaichi and talk about the current homework bc it slips their mind that their hard-working manager was actually just a 15-year-old girl

so, they try to ease the burden whenever they can

like iwa offering to help you whenever you have to take their jerseys to the laundrymat

or offering to help you with your assignments since theyve only been through it once

more like watari, yahaba, and iwa bc the matsuhana are clueless and acts like they completely skipped that grade

also

!!!!

oikawa’s fangirls ltr dont leave you alone!!!

now, its known that youre the manager of the volleyball team bc oikawa has boasted about your efforts and such

this obvs ticked off a bunch of girls bc they were jealous that you got to spend more time in a single practice with their precious oikawa-senpai than they have their entire lives

more than once theyve cornered you to threaten you to stay away from their senpai or youll have something coming for you

you never take them seriously bc you can fight too and you just give them a look and push them away

but this one time

TRIGGER WARNING-START

okay tea

the self-proclaimed president of the oikawa tooru fanclub, kenta miyo, cornered you at the bathroom with her other minions

you were just washing your hands and drying them off when she marched up to you and grabbed your hair before tugging it back

obviously you were surprised and shouted

‘oi! what the hell?!’

‘you slut! you need to stay away from my tooru, got it?!’

ehm what

you hissed and wrenched her arm from your hair and pushed her away

your hair was now a mess and you were fuming, already sick and tired of the torture these girls put you through

‘he belongs to himself, not you! so stop being delusional and leave me alone already!’

she signalled for the girls to hold on to you which you slapped away but they forcefully grabbed your arm while you kicked at them and struggle to get out of their hold

jesus what do these girls eat

miyo watches you struggle with a smile and cackles

‘oh? no fight anymore, little kouhai?’

you glared at her

‘i dont want to beat yall up bc id get yelled at by tooru so you need to let me go or regret it’

at the mention of his first name, her eyes widened and her face twisted and she slapped you

‘oi! respect your senpai, you brat! dont you ever say oikawa’s first name!’

your lips curled

‘oh? thats funny, because he actually told me to call him that since he wants his cute little manager to be very comfortable with him’

you achieved a feat that she has been working to get her entire high school life and miyo was not happy

‘ive been with him for 3 years and you just suddenly show up out of nowhere and call him that?! i dont think so!’

she had her hands around your neck and you gripped her arms, making her wince

but you laughed at that comment

‘heh, thats pathetic, isn’t it? here you are, my senpai, who has been vying for his attention for 3 years only to be ignored yet a mere first year, who shows up out of nowhere, has been asked to a date nearly a million times every day. that must be tough’

she shrieked at that comment and threw you on the floor, making you accidentally hit your head at the edge of the sink

yall im actually so bothered by this scene and im wincing as im typing

you bit your lip to prevent any sound of pain to escape bc you knew thats what she wanted to hear from you

but you werent going to give her the satisfaction

instead, you looked up at her, hatred swirling in your eyes

‘youre freaking psycho, you know that? once tooru and hajime knows about this, theyre going to give you hell. they wont ever let this go bc im the manager of their prized team and their little baby sister. so go ahead, do what you want with me. bc i paid too much for these nails to be tainted by dirt like you’

saiyo, a girl you noticed to be watari’s classmate when you went and visited him, nervously tugged on miyo’s jacket

‘miyo, we should go-’

‘SHES BLUFFING. AND HERE, SINCE YOUR SOCCERFIELD FOREHEAD IS BLEEDING, LET ME HELP WASH IT OUT’

and she poured over a carton of banana milk over you, making you wince at the sticky and cold liquid

the tough facade was crumbling and you were now screaming for help in your head, hoping that stupid theory from yahaba about team telepathy to work

but it didnt

TRIGGER WARNING-END

when miyo and her girls left, you sat on the floor, soaked and sticky and bleeding

then you begin to cry angry tears

you were angry that you were being treated like this just bc you were a manager

you were angry that you let them do that to you

you were angry that you prized your nails more than punching her square in the nose

you were just angry

periodt

staggering on your own feet, you stood up and leaned on the sink, eyes widening at the dripping red liquid from the gash on your forehead, staining the porcelain sink

you were stupid and unconsciously touched it making you wince 

‘shit, that hurts’

you whined quietly

there was little you can do with toilet paper and water to clean yourself up but you managed to at least stop the bleeding

you knew you had to be put on concussion protocol just in case bc you that hit was quite hard but at the moment, that wasnt your concern

practice has already started and this was the first time you werent present for daily practice

this was confirmed at the constant buzzing of your phone in your skirt pocket which you didnt listen to and instead, started thinking of ways to go to your locker and get your stuff and fake being sick but at the same time, not be seen and relayed to the team

time was ticking and you had to come up with a plan fast before oikawa will send the team to come looking around the building for you

once you looked at your reflection and smiled big, you decided it was enough to not show the pain you were in right now

girl im hurting for you

you peeked out of the bathroom door and saw the coast was clear so you quickly ran to your classroom, which was thankfully empty, and quickly grabbed your things

but as you were packing up, the tears just kept falling

it didnt stop as you bolted down the stairs, using your cardigan to hide your face from the public

once you were safely out of school grounds, you finally took out your phone and reviewed through all the worried and concerned texts from the team group chat

but you just replied, ‘im fine but i just feel really sick right now. girl stuff’

you smirked, knowing that would keep the boys away

but oikawa had to go and ask you to call him

‘y/n-chan! do you want oikawa-senpai to come over with chocolates and ice cream?! wings or no wings?!’

your jaw dropped at the question and clearly scandalized by the question

the team was too as shouting began and you could faintly hear iwa scream, ‘oh my god, shittykawa!’

‘im seriously okay, oikawa-san. i just need to be alone right now and ill try and get some sleep. good bye’

then you hung up

there was no way you could tell them

they were in their last year anyways so doing something about it wouldnt matter

and you were strong 

but apparently not strong enough to fight them off though

you would cover the wound with concealer and continue on with practice tomorrow as if everything was normal

but there was only so much you could take

just yesterday, they trashed your locker and a week ago, they took your bento and threw it away

you even got into a fight with this one girl but she scampered away, too scared to do anything alone

so you were actually just tired and want everyone to leave you alone

believe me, youve thought of quitting sometimes

but youve actually created a bond with these boys

like when you take hanamaki to get cream puffs whenever he loses against iwa in arm wrestling

or when yahaba calls you at ungodly hours to express his worries for next year and to fill oikawa’s shoes

it was simple moments that you shared with each player that kept you from not leaving

soon, you found yourself crying again and the looks pedestrians were giving you was starting to make you uncomfortable

a girl, with her gross hair in a bun, puffy eyes with a bleeding wound and walking down the street

that was a sight

so you cut a corner to an alley by your house to escape from the judging eyes and you were too busy wiping your eyes to see a boy who was crouched down on the floor and ended up walking over him

omg my baby kyoken hello luv!!!!

you gasped and you were surprised and quickly apologized

kyotani was originally about to yell at you, no matter what, but he saw the state you were in and concluded you were either from a fight or was beaten up

he recognized that and decided to just glare at you and go back to feeding the stray dogs and cats

you breathed a sigh in relief when he didnt yell at you bc that wouldve been the last thing you needed today

‘sir, im sorry for hitting you. if there is something i could do for you, dont hesitate’

he ignored you and you focused on him paying attention to the strays

going into your backpack, you had a milk carton and a sausage stick from earlier

you used your thermos lid to serve as the milk bowl for the cats while you peeled open the meat and used your scissors to cut chunks of it for the dogs to have some

kyotani watched as you went into action to feeding the animals that people usually ignored

he knew you

well, he recognized you

when he watched from the top of the gym, he saw you as their manager who ran around and helped everyone

sure, he still didnt trust you 

but he watched you grin and smile as the animals started to eat

‘im in a hurry right now so i have to go but ill feed you again tomorrow, okay? you too, stranger-san. ill bring food for you too’

then you stood up and ran away, probably in a hurry to fix that wound

he wouldve offered to treat it for you but he remained silent, watching the cats mewl at the now empty lid

the next day, oikawa was worried for you and when he saw you at early morning practice, he practically glomped to your side

‘y/n-chan! you okay?! oikawa-senpai was so worried for you!’

you cringed but nodded

‘im okay, oikawa-san’

‘senpai, y/n-chan! call me senpai!’

‘im not going to feed into your kink, oikawa-san’

*cue everyone busting a lung*

to this day, no one still knew what happened to you

you kept it quiet and you were sure you got everything handled

except for one person

kyotani was smart and for some reason he knew you got beat up by the fangirls and the perpetrators were easily found bc he saw them huddled around your locker, probably trashing it again, and lets just say, 

no one is def going to mess w you now

back to manager moments!!

during practice matches, the boys rally around you to prevent other teams from sweet-talking you

they make sure no one gets past them and always have excuses to get your attention

you knew what they were doing but you pretended not to, heart warming at their protectiveness and hunger for your attention

even though you have your own jacket, the team gives you theirs all the time like oikawa has his special team jacket w his name at the back and when he feels threatened by schools like johzenji, he makes you wear it

‘youre mine, y/n-chan and i want that blondie to know’

‘ehm, no, oikawa-san. im iwaizumi-san’s’

oikawa screamed

lmao training camps w them is CHAOTIC

YOU WANT TO CRYYYYYY

OIKAWA IS CRYING BC IWAIZUMI IS BEATING HIM UP, MATSUHANA ARE FREAKING OUT THE FIRST YEARS ABOUT THE GHOSTS IN THE WOODS AND NOW KINDAICHI REFUSES TO LET GO OF YOU, WATARI GOT LOST GOING TO THE BATHROOM AND YAHABA IS SCREAMING ABOUT THE WEATHER MESSING UP HIS HAIR AND MAKING IT FRIZZY

reminder: threaten to quit everytime they get too much

your hugs are the best!!!!

you have a special hug for every player

oikawa gets his favorite which was the normal arm around the waist with your arms around his neck while he snuggles in your neck

iwa gets flustered easily so you hug him from behind so you cant see his flustered look

mattsun actually likes the jumping in the air so he catches you type of hug

makki is more tame and has his arms around your shoulder with his chin on your head

yahaba is the twirly kind where he just picks you up and swings you around

watari also gets flustered easily so he likes the one-arm hugs

kindaichi gets blushy at the slightest touch from you but he gives you a hug from behind you himself where he can bury his face in your hair while you caress his arms

kunimi, now he likes it when you squeeze him extremely tight bc it makes him feel loved and feel alive

kyo doesnt even talk to you what makes you think you can give him a hug

their lost for shiratorizawa really broke them though

you made them their own bentos for nearly a week to keep them encouraged and gave oikawa extra attention to keep him from sulking or practicing late

‘oikawa-senpai, lets go watch that new movie later’

‘S-S-SENPAI?!’

then the arrival of our baby kyoken

yahaba was moody the whole practice and you were currently trying to keep him from spiking a ball to someone

‘even just today, he’s late’

‘who?’

‘that stupid dog’

he just keeps mumbling and grunting

and then the said dog arrived

you peaked out from behind iwaizumi, who protectively went in front of you

shock ran through you and you pointed at him

‘puppy-kun!’

lmao puppy what

youve called him that since he refused to tell you his name, but you call him that bc he paid special attention to this one baby beagle

he raised a hand in greeting and you gave him a smile

‘youre a player here, too?!’

he ‘glared’ at you but nodded stiffly

the team really thought that he would lash out at you but he is surprisingly tolerant

the power of the manager

he still hasnt talked to you but he does respond to you and even helps you with chores, still not talking ofc

hes so tsun tsun and he deserves my heart yall

however, youve heard him talk to iwaizumi, and iwaizumi only, so youve heard his voice before

ngl, you were flustered by how gruff and deep it was

then their loss to karasuno

bruh, it was KARASUNO

the entire team fell apart and after the match, each of them ran away from you to stop lashing out

you were also on the verge of crying, seeing the broken look on your third years

your precious third years

you decided to give them their own space but you heard a loud banging sound from the bathroom

yahaba and watari were outside, clearly trying to talk to someone in there on coming out but it got louder

okay you were lowkey like, ‘hm, i should not be here’

but you recognized that voice

you knocked at the boys door to be respectful

‘kyo-san? its me, y/n’

he was silent but he did unlock it

you took this as a sign to enter and you gave yahaba and watari a smile

‘i’ll be fine. go to kindaichi and kunimi. they need your comfort right now’

tbh, you were surprised the bathroom was still intact but you saw the stall door at the very end being rattled and shaken

you remained by the door but you wanted to go to him

‘kyo-san, please come out so i can treat your injuries’

he expected you to say those words like ‘its okay’ or ‘theres always next year’ but you didnt

instead, you knew he was hurt and wanted to help him

he continued to give a few punches to the wall and the door before emerging

you wordlessly treated the wounds and offered your hand

‘im here, kyo-san. dont worry, im right here’

at the ramen shop, you told them to eat as much as they want and wordlessly gave them your card, slightly crying inside bc you know this was going to be like over a hundred dollars

but you were treating the boys bc they deserved it

you sat beside kindaichi, who was just sobbing and apologizing, so you were wiping his tears and holding his hand under the table

this precious babie

bruh i was sobbing when i watched this part like uuggghhhh

after dinner, you walked with the other third years, knowing they would go to the gym, so you gave everyone else your special hugs before sending them home

‘text me when you arrive safely, okay?’

‘yes, mom’

‘KINDAICHI WHAT’

oikawa’s speech made you cry bc despite only knowing them for not even a year, you already feel like a family

you didnt want your family to be broken but you knew they would all go their separate ways eventually

there was a big hug pile of third years on the side where you took a picture and sent it to the group chat

you had to eventually go home after helping them clean up and when you checked your phone, a fresh batch of tears rolled down

each from every person on the team but with the same sentence and same words

‘we love you, l/n y/n. thanks for everything.’

ngl i dont think this was that good and its like 8 in the morning and im extremely tired

i want to do karasuno, nekoma, and fukurodani but im so exhausted i cannot right now

[ineedsleepleavemealone]

Some random headcannons

(I ship erasermic so some of these relate to that)

I guess this also needs a warning: some more mature things if you squint hard enough

Also the ships in this are: erasermic, kiribaku, tododeku, and a tiny tiny bit of momojiro (sorry if I forgot one)

~ Mic is actually kinda sad and breaks down alot when hes alone because of the stress he goes through, aizawa is the only one he will break down infront of ~ ~ Aizawa secretly loves giving mic piggyback rides. Change. My. Mind. ~ ~ Bakugo is nicest and softest when he is sleepy, and more open with his feelings when he is tired (especially to kiri, I ship them too😭✋) ~ ~ When sero cooks or cleans he will put on spanish music and dance to it. ~ ~ Dabi is kinky™️ ~ ~ Dabi will tease e v e r y o n e ~ ~ Dabi makes up stories of how he got burnt, like: Twice: so- uh how did all this go down * gesturing to scars * Dabi: oh, while sneezing Twice: but how does tha- Dabi: *sneezes and uses his fire* Twice: oH- ~ ~ When 1-a all become pro heroes, deku will wear everyone's merch ~

~ When bakugo is working out, when he does push ups he will get kirishima to lay on him for "additional weight" (we see you bakugo👀👀) ~ ~ Shoto can make snowflakes with his quirk. I. Rest. My. Case. ~ ~ shoto likes dancing in the rain or snow, well not dance just like being with deku ~ ~ Shoto will make little things out of ice and give them to deku (all might figures👀👀) ~ ~ Occasionally in the dorms everyone in 1-a has a movie night ~ ~ Ojiros tail wags when hes happy ~ ~ This is cannon because I've seen the official art, but I hc that bakugo likes animals and animals love him cause he smells like caramel and his hands are warm ~ ~ One word for aoyama. S e l f i e s ~

~ Shoto didnt know how to ride a bike so when they all moved into the dorms 1-a taught him ~ ~ When bakugo walks into the dorms common area he says stuff like "it smells like bitch in here" and "ughhh if I stay in here to long the bitchyness might affect me" ~ ~ All the girls in 1-a: sleepovers™️ but every time mineta will try to get in lmao. It. Never. Works. ~ ~ Shotos birthday present to everyone is endeavors credit card number😂he will also go clothes shopping with all the girls just because he can use endeavors credit card ~ ~ Tokoyami is actually really good at drawing and loves writing poetry ~ ~ Bakugo is the oldest in 1-a which is cannon. I feel like he would be the type to brag that he's the oldest and would use it as an excuse to do what he wants ~ ~ The dekusquad and bakusquad have groupchats ~ ~ Bakusquad play video games together and eat pizza together all the time ~ ~ The dekusquad gc consists of iida talking about homework, positive memes, and todoroki not understanding anything happening on there ~ ~ Jirou has a music playlist for every situation. Every. Situation. ~ ~ The best jeanist said bakugo couldn't learn how to style hair so katsuki "I am the best at everything" bakugo learnt how to do hair and now all the girls and kirishima go to him and make him do their hair ~ ~ Kirishima needs his hair dyed red when his roots start showing, so bakugo dyes it for him ~ ~ 1-a loves playing games like truth and dare and never have I ever when they cant sleep or are just bored ~ ~ Bakugo sleeps at 8. pm which is cannon, but still wants to be the best at whatever they are doing, so he still goes if they are playing or watching something but always. Always. Falls asleep, and he falls asleep on kiri. ~ ~ Aizawa is actually really flexible and can jump around and move literally like a cat. ~ ~ Mic: finger guns™️ and I can imagine this Mic: *does finger guns at aizawa* Aizawa: pull the trigger. ~ ~ Everyone goes into bakugos room for advice. Like jirou would go in there at 3am and just be like : yo so I'm lesbian and momo is lesbian and she said she likes me but I'm not sure if she likes me.

And even though bakugo will literally shout at them for being in his room at 3am they will still get advice😂~ ~ Kirishima is named after a mountain. Bakugos favourite activity is mountain climbing. Its cannon and ik it is I just thought I'd say that ~ ~ Shinso definitely uses his voice changer for memes. He would say things like "I'm katsuki bakugo and I'm a little bitch" with bakugos voice and "im aizawa and Im in love with a cockatoo" with aizawas voice. ~ ~ When denki is nervous random sparks of electricity come from his hands. ~ ~ If denki doesnt know how to do something he will search it up on wiki how. Change. My. Fucking. Mind. ~ ~ Shiggy genuinly doesnt know what moisturizer is ~ ~ Mic is amazing at playing any instrument ~ ~ Mic knows sign language and is fluent in alot of languages ~ ~ After toga stabs someone she mumbles things like "ughhh what a mood" "damn that one snatched my weave" and "we stan a queen" and once held up the knife like a beauty guru ~ ~ The girls constantly try to get uraraka to float m*neta into the sun ~ (yes I censored his name💀💀) ~ Tokoyami has good music taste ~ ~ The bakusquad (kaminari) tries to teach all might vine references ~ ~ Shoto l o v e s conspiracy videos ~ ~ Ojiro can purr ~ ~ Mina shares her clothes with everyone ~ ~ Shoto likes to watch the sun rise ~ ~ Omgggg I love this one. Aizawa listens to Mics radioshow when he grades papers and when he cant he will hum the music to himself ~ ~ Kaminari is memes™️ ~ ~ When mic says todorokis name he says it like the target vine (next competitor is- T T T T T T T T T TODOROKI SHOTOOOOOO *makes air horn noises*) ~ ~ The UA staff have prank wars (especially mic and literally anyone. Once poured pink cat shaped glitter on aizawa and it was 100% worth it) ~ Mic can harmonize with himself. Periodt. ~ ~ Tetsutetsu and shinso spend so much time at the 1-a dorms that one time bakugo cooked food for them too. ~

~ On that note, bakugo is obviously an amazing cook and when hes cooking for himself he will "accidentally make too much so you extras can have it" ~ ~ Shoto is literally turtlenecks™️ ~ ~ Mic literally has the worst sleep schedule like how is this man alive???? ~ ~ At night iida will run around the dorms saying goodnight to everyone and checking that they are all still in the dorms because he feels it’s his responsibility to look after everyone ~ ~ Shigirakis favourite thing to do is to just stand in the rain. He finds the rain soothing and calming to him because it’s one of the only things that he can’t destroy so it gives him peace of mind that he still human and isn’t the completely destructive monster everyone claims him to be. ~

Hope you liked them✌✌

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“All you have to do is ask.” Chapter 2 - [Reid x Reader]

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Summary: After the conversation in Nebraska, there’s some tension between our favorite genius and Reader. A peace offering, a rainstorm, and some unexpected questions should clear that right up.

Pairing: Spencer Reid / (Female) Reader

Rating: Mature (not all chapters contain smut, those that do will be marked)

Category: Smut, fluff, and a bit of angst.

Word Count: 2.3k for Chapter 2 

Content Warning: Some slight angst for Chapter 2

A/n: I hope y’all are liking this so far! No smut in this chapter, but I more than make up for it in chapter 3. Promise. 

IMPORTANT ADDITIONAL NOTE: It was brought to my attention that the angst in this chapter appears to be something it is not. I mean, I know how the story ends, so I didn’t see it that way. But it’s a valid concern. I address it in chapter 6, but I’ve made edits to chapter 3 to address it a bit too. Reader is afraid to trust anyone, that is all. I promise. 

y/n = your name

y/l/n = your last name

italicized text are Reader’s inner thoughts.

-- Chapter 2: I fucking beg your goddamn pardon? --

Once we pinned down the gender of the unsub, it wasn’t hard to help the locals close the case. Anna Marie Wilcox, 29. A pretty blonde girl with haunted eyes, betrayed by every man in her life. She just wanted to take her power back.

Cool motive; still murder.

The flight back to Quantico was quiet. Hotch spoke with Rossi before take-off, telling us that he was flying back from San Francisco after visiting his daughter and grandson and that he would see us on Monday. After that, everyone seemed to slip into their own world. This wasn't uncommon. After working day and night to save lives, digging your way into the darkest corners of a murderer’s mind, you needed to decompress a bit.

JJ was asleep in the back of the cabin, Emily sitting beside her while she reviewed some files. Hotch was writing at the small table, Morgan sitting opposite him, eyes closed while he listened to whatever played through his headphones.

And I was on the couch with Dr. Spencer Reid. I was very surprised when he boarded the jet and made a beeline towards where I was sitting without hesitation. He hadn't spoken to me or even looked at me for longer than 5 seconds since our talk at the precinct. I could tell my blunt words had an effect on him, which wasn't surprising to me. I tried not to stereotype people, I knew better than anyone else how wrong those stereotypes could be; but, if I ever had to guess a person I thought would be a submissive, I’d guess Spencer Reid.

My back was angled on the couch, pressing into the corner where the armrest met the backrest, my legs crossed in front of me. I had my phone in my head, swiping mindlessly on a puzzle game that didn't require any cell phone signal to play. I always found myself doing that after a case, it calmed me.

Dr. Reid was pretending to read.

He’s not even being convincing, I thought, trying to keep my face neutral. You read 20,000 words a minute, baby. You’ve been staring at that page for 5 minutes. Unable to resist, I shifted in my seat. I slowly uncrossed my legs, the small slit in the side of my skirt becoming visible at the movement.

Did I wear this skirt on purpose? Yes, yes, I did.

I let out a soft sigh before re-crossing my legs. I watched him out of the corner of my eye the entire time. His eyes followed my movements, his breath hitching slightly. He moved his gaze up my body until he got to my eyes, which he was surprised to find were on him. He cleared his throat before going back to his book, little splotches of red on his cheeks.

I smirked. All you have to do is ask, Dr. Reid.

--

Nothing happened until Thursday the following week. I had all but given up hope that Spencer Reid would finally cave and come to me. Shame, I thought. He would look so pretty when he begged.

The unit's caseload had been lighter than normal, with no cases that required us to travel. We did some consulting and wrote up some preliminary profiles for the law enforcement agencies that asked for our help. We had been traveling so much over the past few months, I think Hotch was just trying to give us a break.

A loud clap of thunder broke the silence of the bullpen. Then it seemed as if the sky opened up a second later, the heavy rain falling like a curtain outside the windows.

“That’s dramatic,” Emily Prentiss commented.

Morgan made a sound of agreement before turning his head to look at Reid. “Have fun walking to the train station in that, pretty boy.” His face split into a smile as Spencer shot him a glare. JJ, Emily, and I all laughed at their exchange. His eyes didn’t go to JJ or Emily though, those caramel brown eyes swung in my direction.

At the end of the workday, Garcia was the first out the door. She walked past the bullpen and gave a big wave. “Goodbye, my darlings. I will see you in the morning…unless there is a terrible murder!”

The team smiled and returned her goodbye. Derek was out of his seat in a flash, trailing after her. I couldn’t help but wonder about the two of them sometimes.

“Bye Spence,” I heard JJ say as she passed the boy wonder’s desk. “Try not to drown out there.” Emily laughed as she walked up beside JJ, standing just a little too close. I wondered about them too, if I’m honest.

When it was just me and the object of my attention left, I got my bag and approached his desk. “Hey, Doc.”

He didn’t look up, making it seem like putting files and papers into his messenger bag required his full attention. “Hi, y/l/n.”

Well, this wouldn’t do at all. “It’s still pouring outside. Do you need a ride? I’d hate for you to have to walk a block in this storm.”

“I’ll manage,” he muttered, still not meeting my eyes.

I let out a sigh. “Spencer.” His eyes finally raised to meet mine. “I’m sorry if I stepped over the line in Nebraska. It was unprofessional. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. That wasn’t my intention.” He opened his mouth to interrupt, but I continued. “I hope that we can move past this, I really miss my friend.”

He took a moment to adjust his glasses. He never wore them anymore, and I have to admit that my heart sputtered a bit when I saw him in them this morning. “We were friends before?” He chuckled slightly, earning a smile for me. I’d only been with the BAU for 7 months, and while I was friendly with my co-workers, Spencer and I had never had a particularly close bond.

“I like to think so,” was my reply, giving him a small smile. “And if we weren’t before, I hope we can be one day.” With one final look in those eyes, I turned. “Have a good night, Doc.”

I was halfway to the elevators when I heard him. “Y/n!” I turned to see him hurrying towards me. He smiled at me; and it was his real smile, not the polite smile he gave others. It was a full-blown smile that lit his whole face up. My stomach fluttered. “If you don’t mind, I’d actually like a ride. If you’re still willing?”

Still so nervous, even now. “Of course, pretty boy,” Morgan’s nickname for him slipping from my lips without a thought. “Follow me.”

It wasn’t the thing I had been hoping all week that he’d ask me, but it was a start.

--

The drive to Spencer’s apartment took longer than it should have. I was driving slower because of the storm; I was also driving slower because other drivers weren’t driving slowly.

"This type of rain is so heavy it cuts the visibility more than the average storm," the good doctor said. "Under normal precipitation, it's advised that you reduce your speed by at least 10 miles to account for less traction."

“Huh,” I responded, glancing down at my speedometer.

He cleared his throat. “S-sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

I risked a quick glance at him to see him shifting in his seat. “Do what, Doc?”

“Ramble,” Spencer said softly. “I ramble when I’m nervous, and I’m trying really hard not to be nervous.”

My heart ached for him in that moment. This brilliant, brilliant, man, the smartest and kindest person in any room, was nervous about talking to me. My right hand lifted from the steering wheel before I could think better of it, touching his arm lightly. “Please don’t be nervous around me, Spencer.” His whole body stiffened at my touch. “Shit! I’m sorry. I forgot you don’t like to be touch.” I blew out a frustrated breath. “I just keep fucking this up, don’t I?” My chuckle was sad, and a little bit bitter.

“It’s not that,” he said quickly. “I was just surprised. I don’t…I don’t mind if you touch me.”

I didn’t try to hide the shock on my face. “You don’t, huh?”

I swear I could almost hear the blush in his voice. “I d-didn’t mean it like t-.”

“Spence,” I cut him off. “I know. I was just teasing.”

He let out a small chuckle at that. "Oh. Right." There was a beat of silence before he spoke again. "You know, you've never called me Spence before." I simply nodded in agreement. He was right, I hadn't. I hadn't even meant to do it then. He continued on. “Actually, you only call me Spencer when the conversation is serious. Other than that it’s always Doc…or occasionally Reid.” The chuckle that left him put a smile on my face.

“You’re right, Doc.” I glanced over at him and smiled. “Tell you what, I don’t want you to be nervous around me. At all. So, I’m giving you blanket consent right now.” I really hoped I knew what I was doing. “You can ask me any question you want. You can tell me anything. I promise I won’t judge you.”

“…Really?” He sounded almost like he was in awe.

I nodded. “Yes, really. The thought of making you nervous makes me uncomfortable. I don’t want you to feel that way in front of me.” My voice was soft, reassuring. Maybe it was the soft dom in me that recognized his submissive, but I wanted to comfort him. I wanted him to feel safe.

Spencer Reid took a deep breath before he spoke again. He acted like it was no big deal, but the words he said afterward gave me a mild heart attack. "Okay, can you tell me about your BDSM experiences?"

I fucking beg your goddamn pardon?

I sputtered a bit. “…Seriously?” My eyes were wide, I didn’t risk looking at him.

“W-well,” he sounded unsure now. “You said I could ask you anything.”

“You can! You absolutely can!” I heard him let out a breath. “I’m just…surprised that’s what you went with. That’s all. But…I don’t mind telling you if you really want to know.”

“I do,” he whispered.

I smiled over at him. “Okay, Doc. What do you wanna know?”

Spencer chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully. “Maybe just walk me through what you like to do. Or what you usually do. Or how you got into it.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, that’s all?” I shook my head. “Alright. I was 21 when I first got into it. I had a…he wasn’t really my boyfriend. I guess you can say a friend with benefits.” I saw him nod his head in understanding. “And one day he asked me if I knew anything about BDSM. At that time, I only knew misconceptions and rumors; which is why I told him I wasn’t interested. The thought of someone tying me down and doing whatever they wanted to me sounded terrifying. But he clarified that he thought I would enjoy being a dominant. We tried it out a few times…and I liked it.”

Spencer cleared his throat. “So…is that the only kind of sex you have?”

I pondered over how to answer him. “That’s…a complicated question. I’m not not answering. I think I should just explain a bit more first." He made a noise of affirmation before I continued on. "What I do during a scene sort of depends on my submissive. Before anything happens, we have to have a really in-depth conversation, discussing hard and soft limits, punishments, expectations, and things like that." I glanced over, confirming I hadn't lost him. "Like I mentioned, I'm a soft dom. But, I usually can bend to what my submissive likes, as long as I’m comfortable.”

“So, what would you do? If you got to pick everything?”

You keep on surprising me, Doctor, I thought.

“Well, I like bondage, choking, degradation, but only if it’s light and done right.” I don’t know why I felt the need to explain that. “Then I’m fine with oral sex, praise, orgasm denial, overstimulation, and pegging.”

Spencer was quiet. “A-and pegging is the…”

“What the unsub was doing to her victims? Yes, Spencer.”

“…Oh,” was all the boy genius said.

I continued on, trying to provide context. “I usually like to build up the relationship a bit before I bust out a strap on, though.” I worked hard to keep my voice even. “I’ll use toys on him first, usually.”

“You didn’t say sex.”

Shit. "Beg pardon?" I asked like I was clueless about what he meant.  

Dr. Reid’s voice was firm; it was the voice he used on cases, the steady voice that explained concepts that anyone else would miss. “You said oral sex. You said you’d…you’d…do that-“

“Oh, for God’s sake, Doc,” I interrupted with a laugh. “We’re less than 3 minutes from your apartment and we’re having a conversation about BDSM. You can say fuck.”

“Fine,” he huffed. “You said you fuck them. But you never said you’d let them fuck you.”

Fucking profilers. “Yes, that’s right. That’s why it was so hard for me to answer your earlier question. I don’t have traditional sex with my submissives.”

His voice was confused when he asked, “But why?”

I clicked my tongue. “That, my darling, is a conversation I avoid at all costs. And we’re at your apartment.”

Spencer glanced around, surprised we’d arrived already, despite how long the drive took in the rain. I knew what he was going to do before he did it. I was already formulating my answer when he said, “Y/n…would you want to come up to my apartment? So we could keep talking?”

“Sure, Spence. If that’s what you want.”

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Cursed - one

            |~|CHAPTER ONE|~|

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A/N: The first chapter is here! I loved all the comments on the prologue and I really appreciate them. Those comments keep me motivated to post more! (even if they are just random letters or a single word) Enough about the comments; like i wrote at the prologue, this series is full of pain, scars and blood. So if you don’t feel comfortable with that i suggest not to read it. I will put warnings on every chapter, but this is just a heads-up. Love ya!

Warnings: blood, scars, wounds and cuts

Words: 2.7k

PROLOGUE

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Four boys shoot up in their bed. Shocked faces look at each other and at the open door. A light comes on. Five seconds it takes them to find you. On the floor in a puddle of liquid. Even with the small light it is immediately clear what the puddle is; blood.

Sheets are being thrown away and within a second eight pair of knees are placed around you. Some touch the blood, others are placed more delicately and further away. They all see the cuts right away. All across your body. On your arms, your legs, your chest and your neck.

Two strong hands pick you up carefully. But the tension is real. Not one of the boys has said another word than your name. The hands that are carrying you are strong and stable, but the person they belong to is everything but that.

The door bursts open with magic without even one of the boys taking their wand. Steady, big steps take you down the stairs, through the empty common room, through the abandoned, dark corridors.

Two loud bangs on the heavy doors and they open. You are being carried into the Hospital Wing, placed on a bed and shielded from the four scared boys. Madam Pomfrey immediately starts to whisper difficult, melodious incantations.

Outside the night bleeds into day. The first rays of sunshine light up the space. Slowly, like it is afraid to disturb the night, the sun rises on the horizon. Birds start to chirp cheerfully, but the ambiance in the Hospital Wing is the exact opposite. The four boys haven’t moved since they brought you here. Their gazes are focused on the curtains around your bed and they concentrated listen to the incantations.

After hours madam Pomfrey appears from behind the curtains. She says nothing, but nods. Four sighs escape the mouths of the worried boys. They get up to see you and when they step through the curtains they find you asleep.

The expression on your face is relaxed, but your body tells a different story. All across your body are fresh scars. The blood stains are on the sheets and the clothes on the floor. Your body has a strange pale colour. But the boys can’t stop looking at the scars. And they cannot even see all of them. Just your arms and neck are exposed to their view. A dark red line walks from your right forearm to the left side of your neck. From under the covers another line appears, just as red, and moves up to your collarbone. Even under your chin a scar walks to the right corner of your mouth.

The edges of the sheets are red and soaked with your blood. The stains are everywhere on your body. On your arms, your chest and even in your face. But the boys aren’t spared from your blood either. Their pants are red and so are their hands. They have swipes of blood on their faces from their hands.

The four boys stay at your bed until madam Pomfrey makes them move for professor Dumbledore. She sends the boys to the other side of the room aware that she won’t be able to make them leave.

All they can do is wait again. An hour they sit on chairs and beds staring at the silhouettes of the nurse and headmaster. They see your arms getting lift and sheets being pulled up. Dumbledore’s deep voice can be felt in their bones, but it is not clear what he says. After what seems like forever Pomfrey and Dumbledore step away from you. Without exchanging any words madam Pomfrey makes sure the curtains around you are closed and then walks to her office. Dumbledore walks to the boys and gestures them to follow him.

Still no one talks. In silence the four Gryffindors follow their headmaster to his office. The whole school is just as silent as that night but not as dark. The sun has risen fully and shines through the windows. But no sunshine breaks through on the faces of the boys. The corners of their mouths hang down and their eyes are pointed at the floor. Two by two they follow Dumbledore not even paying attention to where they are going.

‘Caramel toffees.’

The first words the boys hear this night. The weirdness wakes them from their trance. The walls in front of them disappear to reveal a stairwell. Dumbledore precedes the boys. He walks up five treads and stands still. The boys follow him and the stairs start to move. The higher they get the more the boys wake up.

A wooden door appears and opens when Dumbledore places his hand in front of it. In the round room there have already been four comfortable chairs placed. The Gryffindors sit down and stare at Dumbledore who sits down in front of them on the other side of the desk. His bright, blue eyes, that usually sparkle even in the dark, look like they have burned out. The sunlight glides over his face and his wrinkles get very obvious. He looks like an old man. An old, worried man.

For minutes the room is filled with silence. Not a single sound breaks the silence, not even a sniff. Even Felix the phoenix is silent, like he can sense the tension in the room. It is Dumbledore who breaks the silence by closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, but James who talks first.

‘What happened?’

And it is like his words unlock the waterfall of questions and comments the boys have gathered throughout the night.

‘Will she be okay?’

‘Who did it?’

‘The scars…’

‘How long until she will be able to talk again?’

‘It must have been dark magic…’

‘I’ve never seen such a thing…’

Dumbledore lets the boys talk until they have nothing left to say. He keeps his eyes closed the whole time and when he opens them again, he is greeted by eight worried eyes staring at him. Placing his fingertips together he takes a deep breath and starts to talk.

‘(Y/N) will be fine. She is in wonderful hands right now; Poppy is the only person I trust to take care of her. If you had found miss (Y/L/N) a minute later, she wouldn’t have made it. I know you want to know what happened to her and I will try to satisfy your thirst for the truth as much as I can, but I can only tell what I think happened. It is up to you to decide if you believe me.

‘Miss (Y/L/N) must have been hit by a curse less than fifteen minutes before you found her. This curse is not a simple one. In my life I have come across it only twice and twice the victim didn’t make it. But (Y/N) will make it,’ Dumbledore adds when he sees the worried faces. ‘She is a strong girl and will walk out of this incident with only the memory…’

‘And the scars,’ Remus mumbles while staring at his own scars.

‘Scars only show that we are strong survivors. There is nothing about it to be ashamed of.’ Dumbledore looks ahead of him but his words are pointed at Remus. ‘To answer your next question: yes, it is indeed Dark Magic. The wizard who hit miss (Y/L/N) with the spell must have done thorough research in the Restricted Section of the library. The teacher who signed the form will be examined.

‘Sadly this is all I can tell you for now. I want to ask you to fill me in on what happened. Together we can paint a more clear picture. Two minds accomplish more than one. And in this case we have five minds.’

It is Peter who tells Dumbledore what happened, sometimes with help from James. Remus keeps staring at the scars on his hands and arms. In the chair on the other side of the room Sirius is sitting. His face is pale and he has dark bags under his eyes. He is covered the most in your blood; he is the one that carried you to the Hospital Wing. His hands are red from your blood and his clothes are covered in now dried blood. He doesn’t react to anything Dumbledore or his friends say.

When Peter is done talking Dumbledore gets up and turns to the painting of Phineas Nigellus Black. ‘Phineas, please tell Horace that I will meet him in the dungeons in ten minutes.’ Then he turns to headmaster Viridian. ‘Vindictus, will you tell Minerva to assemble the professors in the teacher’s lounge?’ The two men disappear without complaints and Dumbledore turns back to the boys. ‘Don’t worry, we will find the perpetrator and (Y/N) will be well soon. Go get some sleep.’

The door opens and the four boys walk down. In silence they walk to their dorm. No one wants to talk. The picture of your body is still in their mind.

When they enter the common room there are only a few people awake. They look up weird when they see the four boys, deep in thought, sad and covered in blood. But they figure it is probably another prank they pulled and unaware of the terrible incident that happened in the school they turn back to their friends to chat about upcoming exams.

In the dorm, in the middle of the floor, is still the puddle of your blood. With a flick of Remus’ wand the blood disappears, but it still feels like it is there. James, Peter and Remus fall down on their bed but Sirius hides in the bathroom.

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No one leaves the sixth-year-boys dormitory that day. Not until McGonagall enters it in the evening and asks the four boys to follow her. They do as told and after a few minutes they reach McGonagall’s office. She leads them in and closes the door behind her.

‘Dumbledore told me what you have told him, so no need to repeat that. Miss (Y/L/N)’s parents have been informed. They are with her right now. They would like to talk to you, but understand if you don’t want to.’

McGonagall looks at them like she just asked a question. Eventually James nods.

‘Good, I will send them here. They will just have a few questions I guess. You must be hungry,’ McGonagall says and she conjures four plates with food on her desk. ‘Eat this while I go and get Mr and Mrs (Y/L/N).’ At the door she turns around and watches the four boys dive into the food. A small smile appears on her face and then she walks away.

Ten minutes later McGonagall returns with your parents. The four boys, who had only managed to eat very little, look up to them. The tears are on your mother's face and your father looks ill. As soon as they walk in, they thank the boys. Your parents thank them for saving your life. Your mother can’t stop crying and your father’s voice is raspy. He tells the boys that you will be kept here and not go to St. Mungos.

There is not much to say. Your parents know what the boys told Dumbledore and the boys have nothing to add to that. Seeing your mother has shocked them. They can’t imagine what it is like to hear that your daughter is attacked by dark magic and she is in a life-threatening situation.

After a silence your parents announce that they will be going home. You’re not awake and there is no reason for them to stay any longer at Hogwarts. They thank the boys again and step into McGonagall’s fireplace. Your father disappears first and before your mother steps into the flames she turns to the boys.

‘I trust you to take care of my daughter. I know that that is what she would have wanted,’ she says and a tear escapes her eye. Then she steps in the flames and disappears.

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You are still asleep and madam Pomfrey won't let the boys see you. They beg to differ, but the nurse declines. There is no point of seeing you, she says and with that she closes the door.

Defeated the four Gryffindors retreat to their dorm. No one knows about the incident yet. Every student is happily enjoying the beautiful weather and the common room is almost empty.

The boys try to act natural as they walk through the common room but their faces reveal more than they want. Fortunately for them, the expression on Sirius’ face is enough to keep any unwanted conversations away.

In the dormitory every boy focuses on himself. Remus turns to his emergency chocolate-stack, Peter opens and closes his favourite book again and again, James starts to play with his stolen snitch and Sirius isolates himself from his friends by closing the curtains around his bed. The room stays silent, with only the sound of chocolate breaking and pages being turned.

The evening turns into night, but only Peter falls asleep when the sun rises again. The other three boys stay awake, too scared of what their sleep will bring them. The whole night they don't move. Remus on his back in his bed, covered with blankets hoping to catch some sleep but knowing that he won't. James is laying on his stomach, feet dangling off one side of the bed, arms off the other, with his head buried in his pillow so no one will see the tears that escape his eyes. Sirius, still hidden away from his friends, sitting straight up in his bed, eyes focused on one point, not letting himself slip into sleep.

But even though Peter fell asleep at sunrise, he doesn't sleep much. His usual snores have disappeared and every thirty minutes he wakes up with the image of your body covered in blood. Every time he wakes up the images get worse and worse, until Peter doesn't fall asleep anymore.

At six o'clock Peter gets up. He can't stay in his bed any longer. After getting dressed he drags the other boys out of bed too. James grumbles but gets up too, Remus follows just a few minutes later but Sirius doesn't respond.

‘Pads, if you don't eat you'll get sick.’

Nothing.

‘Sirius, come on. You have to eat something.’

Still nothing.

Fifteen minutes later, only the promise of dropping by the Hospital Wing after breakfast gets Sirius out of bed. He looks terrible. The bags under his eyes are darker than the other boys' and his cheeks more hollow. His skin is pale, but less pale than yesterday. His eyes are red from crying and the shock is still in them, like he just heard what happened.

The Great Hall is empty. No one is at breakfast this early. Not even one teacher is at the teacher's table. The deafening silence fills the hall with mystery. The empty spaces seem reserved for spirits, not living teenage boys.

The ceiling shows today will be just as a beautiful day weather-wise as yesterday. The last red from the sunrise disappears and a blue sky stretches out over the space. The sunlight breaks in through the big windows and bathes the hall in golden light.

But neither the blue sky nor the sight of the food makes the boys feel better. In silence they eat their breakfast, chewing but tasting nothing. The toast tastes like cardboard and the coffee is bitter.

Sirius is the first one to drop his food. His barely touched breakfast lies on the plate but it doesn't look appetizing. Sirius stares at his eggs, shining in the light from the sun that comes from the big windows behind him. His throat is dry and all he can think about is you. He misses your presence, your positivity and the way you make butterflies appear in his stomach. Your smile is the only thing Sirius gets up for in the morning. That gorgeous smile that creates dimples in your cheeks. Your giggles are the most pure sound in the world and Sirius misses them. Missing your smile reminds him of home, the only time of the year when he doesn't get to see your smile.

Your absence and the reminder of home are enough to almost make Sirius throw up the little he had eaten. But he has to be strong. For you.

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The Biggest Surprise

Request: this one (@zizzlekwum , happy birthday!!)

I was wondering if I could get Prentiss x reader where Prentiss comes back from the dead and the reader is just like "you motherfuckers" to Hotch and JJ and just really pissed and standoffish to everyone because reader is not good with feelings but then at the end of the case Prentiss goes to reader with a little present for reader's birthday and then feelings reveal and fluff ensues?

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Reader

Content warnings: strong language, death mention, guns, hostage, grief, depression, unsub s**cide, angst + fluff

a/n: left the present she gets you open-ended so use your imagination ♡

When you lost Emily, your entire world shattered. Not only did you lose a team member, but you lost a friend. A friend you love-- loved. The weight of the casket was nothing compared to the weight of your heart that day. Her river like tears and cherry blood still burn on your skin. It's been 10 months of true hell without seeing the midnight beauty. Without hearing her caramel smooth voice. Without feeling her butterly wing touch. You've actually been preparing, for the first birthday since you met her where you wouldn't make plans with her. So when Hotch and JJ explain how they lied and betrayed you, it's enough to make you want to rip your own hair out.

"Seven months ago, I made a decision that affected this team. As you all know, Emily had lost a lot of blood after her fight with Doyle. But the doctors were able to stabilize her, and she was airlifted from Boston to Bethesda under covert exfiltration. Her identity was strictly need to know. And she stayed there until she was well enough to travel. She was reassigned to Paris, where she was given several identities, none of which we had access to, for her security."

Your emotions are ripped up and thrown to the ground. The team is quick to react.

"She's alive?"

"But we buried her!"

"If I got issues? Yeah I got issues!"

JJ places a hand on your shoulder, trying to ease you with her motherly love but you push her away and screw your eyes shut.

"Y/N..." She tries again.

"No! You lied to me, you... you let me think she was dead." Your voice breaks and hot, angry tears trail down your face until you feel a hand on your arm. Almost swatting it away, you recognize her voice. Her fucking voice. Even better than you remembered.

"Y/N, it's me," she whispers. "It's Emily."

And goddamn, it is.

- two weeks later -

"Y/N, go with Prentiss to interview the mother." Hotch orders. Oh fuck me, you complain to yourself. No matter how much you missed her glorious presence, Emily lied to you. She left you. You were alone. Alone with the miserable memory of your angel. Alone with your thoughts. How could life be worth living without a goddess such as Emily? You'd thought it many, many times. There were days you couldn't get out of your bed, nights you clasped the sheets trying to get the image of her cold, bloody figure out of your brain.

"Yeah, okay." You don't look at her, only walking out to the SUV. Deafening silence fills the vehicle as neither of you speak.

"Y/N, can we--"

"Don't." Cutting her off, you roll your eyes at a notification on your phone. Same fucking thing.

JJ

hey, y/n. can we talk when the case is over? will's off tonight, we can go for drinks. you have every right to be angry but please give me this chance.

A pit grows in Emily's stomach and a lump in her throat. She doesn't push the matter further, letting you have your way. You pull up to the victim's mother's home and knock on the door.

"Hello?" Emily squints through the fogged window.

"Mrs. Bennett? It's Agents Prentiss and Y/L/N with the FBI, we have a few questions to ask you."

Crash.

In sync, you and Emily reach for your guns and she kicks down the door with her long, swift leg. You can't help but admire the way her pants cling to her thighs. Y/N, what the fuck? She broke you, stop staring at her fucking legs. Walking into the home, a man fitting the description of your unsub holds the mother at gunpoint. She whimpers and pleads, "P-Please help me agents."

"FBI, drop the gun."

"I'm not going to jail!" The vein in his forehead bulges before he takes the gun to his own head and pulls the trigger. His hostage runs to you, screaming and covered in his crimson blood.

"It's okay, I got you." you escort her out of the home. You don't take a second glance at Emily. You can't control what you might do if you look.

Back at the BAU, you fill out your report mindlessly. Detailing the unsub's final actions and working around admitting the lack of cooperation you displayed.

"Y/L/N, in my office."

Obeying Hotch, you stand and make your way to his office.

"Yes, sir?" Hostility spits at him, telling him you feel utterly wronged. He sighs and you can tell from the creases in his face that he feels guilty but you can't bring yourself to care.

"I made the decision for Emily's own good."

"I understand that, sir."

"If you have a problem, take it up with me. JJ was only following my orders and Prentiss was being kept safe."

Rage boils in your chest and your knuckles could burst from the pressure of your fist. You're interrupted by a knock on the door. JJ stands at the doorway along with Emily.

"I could hear you guys and I thought we could talk, Y/N," JJ says quietly, tucking a blonde tress behind her ear.

"Please?" The brunette adds.

You feel sick.

"Y/N?"

Your insides start turning.

"I'm sorry."

"Y/N."

You're not even sure who's speaking anymore but your name is being repeated and thrown around.

"Y/N?"

Your head spins and you exhale harshly, finally snapping at the people around you.

"Shut up, shut up! Just shut the fuck up all of you! You're all shitty people, you fucking lied to me!" You cry. "You let me think Emily was fucking dead. For 10 months I cried and mourned her to the point where it physically hurt. I was dying too guys. And you motherfuckers can't just decide that after tormenting me inside for almost a year, everything's okay. Fuck you."

They all watch-- and let you-- leave, dumbstruck at the outburst.

Groaning with a massive migraine from breaking down the night before, you awaken to texts from your friends.

penelope:

happy birthday, my amazing best friend!! first of many gifts at your door <3

jj:

happy birthday y/n! lots of kisses from me and the boys 😊

spencer:

happy birthday! interestingly enough, a birthday is considered a renewed chance for new beginnings which is, so to speak, the technical way to say: have a good day (and year!)

derek:

happy birthday, pretty thing. don't have too much fun without me ;)

rossi:

happy birthday kiddo. if you change your mind about a party, one phone call is all it takes. i'll make you a grande birthday dish if you so please 🍝

hotch:

happy birthday, y/l/n. enjoy yourself :)

Drained, you scoff in annoyance at your friends pretending everything's alright. But then it dawns upon you that you didn't receive a message from Emily. And despite the emotional torture she put you through, it hurts that she couldn't be bothered to give you any acknowledgement.

"Happy birthday to me," you grumble and force yourself out of bed. Yawning, you make your way to the kitchen and mix some orange juice and vodka. "What a shame I don't have any candles."

Bringing the straw to your lips, you barely get to take a sip of your pitiful concoction when a knock comes to your door. It shocks you to see Emily's snowy skin and cocoa eyes awaiting. Quickly attempting to fix your hair and sweat drenched t-shirt, you give up and open the door for the woman on the other side.

"Please don't slam the door in my face."

"Do you have a good reason I shouldn't?"

"Well I brought you something."

She lifts the gift to your hands and you gasp in pleasant surprise.

"Oh my god, Em thank you!" Shifting uncomfortably, you remember your pride and go back to your intolerable demeanor but it's too late.

"All it took for you to talk to me was a bribe? Wish I'd known that when I came back from the dead." She laughs. Your voice falls low.

"Emily, I'm sorry for the way I've treated you but you don't understand."

Emily has a feeling it's the other way around. You're the one who doesn't understand.

"What don't I understand Y/N?"

You take a step closer to her and place a hand on her supple cheek, cautiously as if asking permission. Emily closes her eyes lightly allowing you to brush a strand of hair from her face.

"I love you, Emily Prentiss."

She flutters her eyes open and lets out a shaky breath.

"I love you too, Y/N. I mourned you just as much as you mourned me."

Your heart stops and you look her in the eyes.

"Kiss me, Em."

Without a second of hesitation, she connects her lips to yours and kisses you passionately, brushing her tongue on your bottom lip. A salty tear slips into the taste of your flesh tasting one another but neither of you let go yet. Resting your head on her forehead, you smile.

"Since you're here, spend my birthday with me?" you whisper.

"Just try and stop me, Y/L/N." She giggles, plopping down on your couch.

Setting aside all the anguish you've sufferered one thing is certain. Emily and her fucking surprises can take you over any day.

[crappymixtape]

something infinite • part eight

SOMETHING INFINITE • PART EIGHT S A Y Y O U ‘ L L S T A Y

part eight of something infinite – steve did what he thought was right and you're giving him a second chance, but can you both finally open up and be honest with one another? *18+ only | ( 6k, smut, a little angst, a little fluff, enemies to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader – find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here )

J U L Y, 1 9 8 7 🎶 clearest blue, CHVRCHES

But not everybody knows that, huh?

Hop’s words echoed in Steve’s head as he began to cry quietly there on the park bench. He’d tried so hard to swallow it, to keep it all locked away, but it was all crumbling now. What if Hop was right? And then you were there asking him to let you in. Despite everything he’d done and said, you were there offering forgiveness.

You gotta tell me what’s going on. Tell me.

He knew if he cracked his chest open, reached in and took his heart out for you he wouldn’t be able to put it back, but the longer you looked at him the more it didn’t matter.

“I–I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying,” Steve hastily wiped an arm over his face, breath hitching as he tried to catch it.

“It’s okay,” you didn’t know what else to say. Even if it wasn’t okay you wanted him to know you were there. You wished you could pull him into you, wrap around each other and plant yourselves deep in the sea of wildflowers and dandelions that swam across the field.

“Yeah,” he huffed a laugh and drew in one big deep breath before looking up at you, trying a smile. Even then, eyes bleary and tears clinging to the long sweep of his lashes, he was still so pretty.

“I don’t know what you’re going through, but everyone’s got shit,” fell out and surprised you. You weren't one to just offer yourself up to others and yet here you were, spilling kept secrets to this boy. “My mom’s never home and my dad was basically a sperm donor so. Bonafide Disney princess over here,” you wiggled your eyebrows at him and when he laughed again through the last of his tears you felt like your heart was going to burst.

“I’m not any better, my dad only gives a shit if I’m not around to take the trash out. Does that make me Cinderella?”

You grinned at him, but when he looked up at you it softened. His eyes. Warm honey. Burnt caramel. Tentatively you lifted a hand, brushing your thumb across his cheek to swipe away lingering tears, and your grin came back gently teasing, “You’d make a good Cinderella.”

“Mmm, gonna put that on my resume and see how many interviews I get.”

“Clean a few more chimneys and it’s in the bag,” you smiled and he hummed at your joke. You were funny. But even then, even with you trying to make it lighter, he couldn’t shake it. The pressing weight, the feeling of carrying it around with him day in and day out. The way you were looking at him.

“Listen, my dad, he’s not–” Steve stumbled over his words, uncomfortable with how his chest ached at being opened.

“Steve, if you don’t want to tell me, I get it–”

“No, no. It’s okay. Just give me a second,” he roughed his hands over his face and sucked in a breath before it all came tumbling out. “I just–he’s such an asshole. I don’t even think he’d want me if he didn’t need someone to take over his stupid firm. ‘The Harrington legacy’. I don’t want it, I don’t want any of it and–and I’m just one big disappointment,” his voice was muffled against his palms and without hesitation you reached up to take hold of each, pulling them away gently.

He didn’t resist and even though he wanted to run, wanted to hide away, he tried. For you. Met your gaze, tangled his fingers with yours as they fell between you. “No you’re not,” you said and he knew you meant it.

“Thanks,” Steve murmured, voice low and thick as he dropped his gaze down to his lap where your fingers twisted together. You watched him withdraw as he heard your words. Words you meant, but he didn’t believe them himself and something in you opened up.

Uncrossing your legs you planted your feet on the bench on either side of Steve, pressed them in against his thighs and dropped his hands in favor of his face. Settling them along his jawline you looked at him, really looked, and you voice came out in a murmur, “You know, you’re not his to keep.”

The look he gave you then was bewildered, confused at the tiny flicker of hope kindling in his chest. He was used to hearing people give him their sympathies.

If you need anything let me know.

I’m so sorry, Steve.

He shouldn’t say that to you.

But you. You were the first to tell him there was an out. That it was okay to say no. That he didn’t belong to anyone and holy shit.

You’re not his to keep.

Looking back up at you he shook his head and put his hands over the tops of yours. “Who are you?”

“A stupid city kid,” you shrugged, gave him a lopsided smile and he gave one back.

“Not stupid,” he said softly, all joking aside and then he asked, “Can I give you a ride home?”

“Only if you promise not to sing,” you felt a blush creeping across your cheeks as he disagreed with you and Steve tried a laugh, but it fell short as he sobered and squeezed your hands again.

“Is that a second chance?”

You hummed in thought, hands still pressed against each other as they rested on Steve’s cheeks. “Yes, just–” you paused, eyes searching his, “–don’t hide from me. Promise?”

“I promise.”

Let me make it right.

Steve had kept his word and you were slowly starting to see what everyone else saw. The boy that cared, the one that he kept buried away, hiding to save what little of him there was left. And you were angry. Angry at a father you didn’t even know. Angry at Tommy for pushing him too far. There were no specifics, Steve hadn’t elaborated and you didn’t expect him to, but it had to be bad. Bad enough to make him prop up a version of Steve that he hated. A version of Steve that wasn’t at all who he really wanted to be and––

“What d’you think, pineapple or not?”

“What?” you looked up from the magazine you weren’t reading and Jonathan was staring at you, phone in hand ordering the pizza you’d just talked about. “Oh. Uh, sure. Is it good?”

“Is it good,” Jonathan laughed to himself and nodded, “You’ll see.”

Nancy shook her head and rolled her eyes as she glanced over at you, boys, but then it softened. She’d seen you not reading the magazine. You’d been staring off into space for a while and there was really only one thing that could be holding you up like that.

“So,” she started, treading gently, “How’s…everything?”

“You mean with Steve?” you quirked a brow at her, telling her you knew what she was really asking and her cheeks flushed.

“Sure! If, you know, that’s everything.”

You flipped the pages of the magazine idly between your fingers, but could feel Nancy still looking at you. “Yeah, it’s better. He told me. About his dad and–” you huffed a sigh and tossed the magazine down on the kitchen counter. “He didn’t tell me exact details, but I hate the guy and I don’t even know him.”

Nancy bit her bottom lip in, debating on how much she should tell you, but when you looked up at her she cracked, “I mean, they’re never around so I don’t think anything’s happened lately, but anytime Gary’s home they fight.”

“Why doesn’t he leave? Move out?” you felt yourself bristling at the thought of anyone hurting him.

“I think he’s trying. It just–it takes a while to save up and with the whole community service thing…”

Jonathan hung the phone up and glanced over at the two of you, rubbing a hand at the back of his neck. He didn’t want to eavesdrop, but it was hard when you were right there at the counter.

“Listen, I’ve never seen Steve like that. A-after the fourth,” Jonathan leaned on the back of Nancy’s chair, her hand covering his as he rested it softly on her shoulder. “I mean, I really think he’s done with Tommy, don’t you?” he asked Nance.

She let out a sigh and shook her head, “Yeah. I don’t think he’s ever talked to Tommy like that before. Sure, he’s told him to shut up or whatever, but they’ve never hit each other.” Her eyes flicked to look out the window, thinking, then back at you, “Tommy can be a jerk, but it’s always been about Gary.”

Nancy would’ve told you more, wanted to tell you things she knew, but it wasn’t her place and Steve was one of her best friends. She couldn’t betray him like that. Besides, Jonathan was right. Steve had never been so torn up about something, someone, like he’d been after you. They knew it, Robin and Eddie knew it, there was a shift happening and they were all holding their breath. Hoping Steve would finally let it all go.

“Nance! We need a ride to the arcade!” Mike and the kids all fell through the front door into the Byers’ living room, a tornado of voices arguing over who was better at Dig Dug.

“We just ordered pizza,” Jonathan groaned and he immediately regretted his words.

“Pizza??”

“Shit, we should just stay then.”

“Language!”

“Will, go get your NES, we can hook it up out here.”

Nancy shot Jonathan a look and he shrugged, guilty, a silent sorry. She rolled her eyes and grabbed the magazine you’d tossed down earlier, “Guess we’re here for a while.”

“Only til the bonfire later,” Jonathan quickly reminded her, trying to make up for his flub.

“Oh,” Nancy had a moment of realization and looked up from the magazine, “That’s right.” She turned to her brother and the rest of the kids. “You’ve got like two hours until we’re all leaving and Joyce is working late so–” she fixed Mike with a look.

“Fine, we’ll go back to our house. Jeez, Nancy, what crawled up your ass?”

“Mike! Nothing crawled up my ass. Douchebag,” she hit the back of his head with her rolled up magazine and the siblings glared daggers at each other until Will came running back down the hallway with the NES.

“Bonfire?” you asked once the kids were all crammed in front of the TV.

“Yeah, just down by the quarry. We do it every summer,” Jonathan said, leaning back against the counter close to Nancy as she unrolled the magazine and flipped through the pages again.

“It’ll be fun,” Nancy said sensing your hesitation and she gave you a grin, “Steve’ll be there. Eddie, Robin, a few friends home on summer break.”

Steve’ll be there.

Your stomach flipped over. The last time you’d talked was at the park and while you’d definitely managed to get on the same page it still didn’t feel anything like the ferris wheel.

“Yeah, nothing to worry about,” Jonathan gave you a reassuring smile and you tried to give one back.

“Okay yeah, fun. Can’t wait.”

The warm glow of the street lights faded away as you, Nancy and Jonathan rolled down the road out of town. The windows were all open, air catching your hair as it swept through the car, and for some reason the potential of the night had you holding your breath.

Everything that had happened on the Fourth of July felt lightyears away and as much as Steve had apologized, and as much as you both had tried to go back to bickering and teasing, it all just felt different now. It felt like you had to start over. Like you had both gone through some transformation, shedding whatever false images you’d been projecting, and were standing now in front of one another vulnerable and raw.

The station wagon bumped over the shoulder as Nancy turned off the main drag onto a dirt road, and it shook you back to reality. The glow of a fire down at the edge of the quarry flickered and cracked against the dark summer night and your heart began to race.

Steve.

The car slowed and Nance threw it into park, both she and Jonathan quick to get out as a few people you didn’t know approached excitedly in greeting, but you hesitated. Stuck on all the what ifs and whys and you squeezed your eyes shut tight, trying to push through it. The tinny sound of music coming from a stereo echoed along the rock of the quarry and you could hear Eddie all the way from where you were still sitting. A small smile tugged at your lips. It would be okay.

“Coming?” Jonathan leaned over the hood of the car to peek at you, trying to give you a reassuring smile, and you nodded.

“Yeah! Yeah, coming.”

You kicked your door shut behind you and slowly trailed after your cousin, eyes flicking back and forth between the fire, all the people, and the stars that hung lazy and bright overhead.

“Sweetheart, you made it!” Eddie jogged in his goofy way past Nance and Jonathan to grab your hand in his, the cool feeling of his rings pressing into your palm, and the look he gave you brought your smile back again.

“Made it,” you tried to sound excited, but he caught the nerves in your tone and took a tiny sip of the beer he was holding.

“Okay. Here. You need this more than I do. Promise I opened it and I haven’t dropped dead so it isn’t poisoned,” he teased, wiggling his brows playfully and pulling a laugh from you.

“That bad?” you asked with a grimace, grabbing the can and taking a long pull. Beer always helped.

“Mmm, I don’t know if I’d say bad,” Eddie hummed, his smile shifting to a grin and he squeezed your hand, “You’ll be fine. Okay? We’re just stupid kids and it’s a Friday night and damn if we’re not gonna have a good time.”

“I’ll cheers to that,” and you took another drink and squeezed his hand back as he pulled you over toward the fire and everyone else.

Making sure to tell you he’d be back, Eddie left you to settle down on a makeshift bench made from pallets and tree trunks, laughter and conversation swirling around you. The air was thick and full of the sounds of frogs and crickets as the heat of the bonfire mingled with the beer you were drinking and you felt like you were floating. Hazy and losing yourself in it all until a familiar voice swam into your ear.

“Hi.”

You didn’t need to look to know who it was and you could hear the smirk on his lips, shaking your head, biting back a smile of your own. Finishing off the beer in your hand you put the can on the ground and tilted your head back to look at him.

“Hi.”

“Come here often?” Steve gave you a small grin, pulling his lower lip in with his teeth and you shot him a look.

“Shut up,” you teased.

He laughed and took a drink of his beer. “Empty already, need another one?”

“Please.”

Leaning over to the cooler on his left he grabbed another can and cracked it open for you with a satisfied pshhh. He scooted closer to you on the bench, pressing your thighs together as he held the beer out for you with a lopsided grin, and you fixed him with a look.

This wasn’t anything special, just a bunch of kids doing things they shouldn’t, but the glow of the fire cast Steve in half shadow, half light and the sight of him made your stomach flip over. He was so damn pretty. The long sweep of his lashes, soft pink lips, deep maple colored eyes that swam with flecks of gold and the strong line of his jaw as it sloped down to his chin.

He caught you staring and nudged you with the beer, “Think you can drink and look at the same time?”

Heat rose in your cheeks, but you couldn’t help laughing, the beer helping you dodge feeling any bit embarrassed, “Haven’t tried it.”

Steve wiggled his brows at you. “First time for everything,” and you punched his arm.

The night spun on in a blur of crackling firelight, warm laughter, cold beer and the smoky haze of Eddie’s weed. Steve never left your side, not once, and finally it felt like the fourth of July. Felt like a second chance. And while you couldn’t feel the significance of it right then, the potential you’d wondered about at the beginning of the night was slowly fulfilling itself.

You talked about everything and nothing all at once. About how neither of you had gotten into college, how you both wanted to get the hell out of Indiana, how scooping ice cream isn’t the worst job on the planet, how you wondered what the ocean looked like in real life. Talked about the first time you got on a skateboard, the first time he picked up a baseball, your first kiss.

Eddie, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan all watched you in your little bubble from afar, silently celebrating the two of you falling into each other again, and they shared looks and grins from across the fire. Finally. But there was one thing they wanted to make sure happened tonight and Nance had been the one to suggest it.

“Hey! Sorry, don’t mean to interrupt,” Nancy sat down next to you on the bench with a coy smile, “Jonathan and I are probably gonna stay late, so…” She gave you a look, a look that said ‘stay late’ meant something else and your eyes widened and you shot her a grin.

“Oh,” you winked. “You should. You never get alone time with–” but you stopped short as Nancy blushed and dropped her gaze to smile down into her lap. And just like she thought he would, Steve took the bait.

“Well, I can give you a ride?” Steve offered, glancing from Nancy to you and your grin fell. “Yeah, I mean we live so close, not a big deal.”

It was Nancy’s turn to wink at you. “Great! Thanks, Steve. Just make sure to leave the key out for Jonathan,” she gave your arm squeeze and practically skipped back over to your cousin, snuggling into his side, still grinning over at you.

“We can go whenever you’re ready,” Steve said, pulling your focus back to him and you suddenly felt the three beers swimming around in your head.

“Yeah, maybe now’s good,” you murmured.

“Oh, uh yeah, sure. Now’s great. Let's giddy up,” he took your hand in his and you both said your goodbyes before piling into Steve’s BMW and heading back into Hawkins.

The entire drive back was quiet. Both of you trying to decide if you wanted to let loose what you were thinking, what you feeling. Holding back a wall of words. Holding back admissions and confessions, but neither of you cracked. Maybe you were scared, maybe you thought it would be like the fourth all over again and instead you settled on listening to Hall and Oates until Steve pulled into your driveway.

“Okay, well. G’night,” Steve murmured, fingers tapping on the gear shift, doing anything to keep himself from reaching out to grab your hand like he’d wanted to do all the way back into town.

The tension was thick, thicker than the warm summer air and loaded and you bit the inside of your cheek to shake yourself out of it, pull yourself out of wading through Steve.

“Yeah, thanks for the ride,” you unbuckled yourself and quickly fumbled with the handle on the car door, half-stepping half-stumbling out of the BMW. Closing it behind you, you turned to see Steve giving you a half wave, a lopsided smile on his lips and you lifted your hand to give back the same awkward wave before he rumbled out of the driveway to pull into his a few doors down.

When you went inside, the only light on in the house was the lamp next to Hop’s chair, a note on the kitchen counter for you:

Out with Hop for our anniversary, Jonathan’s in charge! Will staying at Mike’s for the night, see you kids in the morning, xoxo – Mom.

Will wouldn’t be home til the morning and by the sounds of it neither would your aunt and Hopper and there was no way Jonathan and Nancy would leave the bonfire anytime soon. It was much too early.

So, you were alone.

Your head started to spin, hazy with beer and the lingering memory of Steve in the half light of the bonfire. Steve and how close he’d been pressed to you on the bench. Steve and his spearmint gum and the citrusy, cedar smell of boy. As you walked down the hallway to your room you felt your heart racing in your chest, thoughts wandering around the idea that was slowly blooming from all the little memories swirling around in your mind.

Leaning against your door frame your eyes flicked up to look at the clock on your nightstand.

10:49pm.

There was no way he was asleep yet.

You chewed on your lower lip, fingernails pressing half moons into your palms as you hesitated for only a split second and then your feet and a little liquid courage made your decision for you.

Walking down the street, you felt your heart thudding heavy in your chest as you went, the lamps overhead casting shadows to dance along the sidewalk. What in the hell were you thinking? Doubt and second guesses wrapped tightly around you, but you kept going until you finally reached your destination. Walking up the driveway, up the front steps, up to the door, hand balled in a fist, hovering over the intricately carved wood. C’mon, you told yourself.

Knock, knock, knock.

No taking it back. You felt like you might pass out as the seconds ticked by painfully slow. Did he not hear it? Maybe he knew it was you and didn’t want to answer it. You shouldn’t have come. Turning to leave you almost took the first step down, but stopped at the sound of the door opening.

“Oh hey, everything okay?” Steve’s voice was scratchy, a little tired, but his tone had immediately shifted into worry as he stepped out onto the front stoop.

Turning back around you took Steve in. Shoulders carrying a pale yellow tank top, a pair of faded Hawkins High issued basketball shorts hanging low on his hips. He could be wearing anything and still look so good and your cheeks flushed deeply as you dropped your eyes to the ground.

“Yeah! Yeah, totally fine.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Silence.

“Actually, you know what? It’s nothing, I shouldn’t have–” you didn’t finish your sentence, too embarrassed to admit why you were there, too scared to ask if he wanted it too, but before you could go you felt his hand take yours.

“Wait,” and he gently pulled you back around to face him, slowly brought you in, in close enough you could feel the heat from his chest, close enough to see all the little flecks of gold that swam in the deep hazel of his eyes and your breath caught in your throat.

“Steve…” your voice was barely above a whisper as his hand tightened on yours.

His touch was electric, your palms pressed together, standing so close your toes were almost touching. You caught the minty scent of toothpaste, lingering coconut sunscreen, the heady scent of bonfire smoke. The way he was looking at you made you dizzy as his tongue darted out to run along his bottom lip, trying hard to piece together a coherent thought.

“I–” he started, but it cut short as he swallowed the rest of his sentence. His lips parted as he looked down at you, pupils blown wide, dark and edged in amber as he worked through the thought of why you were there and the little spark in your chest flickered to life. A flame burning bright, his hesitation becoming your motivation.

Dropping his hand you pressed both of yours into his chest, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and pulled him down into you, needy lips meeting his and god the way he kissed you back told you he wanted it just as badly.

Stumbling backwards into the entryway you breathed each other like air, his hands holding tight at your waist, kisses falling messy on each other. Pressed at the corner of your mouth, the line of his jaw, your neck, catching his bottom lip and tugging just enough to pull a groan from him.

“Shit,” Steve hissed as he tripped back into the bottom step of the staircase, instinctively tightening his grip to keep you from falling and you laughed softly into each other, but it stopped as soon as your eyes met again.

Taking hold of your hand, Steve pulled you up the stairs and down the hallway into his room, foot kicking the door shut behind him as your lips found each other once more. It was hurried, open mouthed kisses cutting through the dark of his room as your arms snaked around his neck. The feeling of his hands on you sent goosebumps trailing across your skin as he grabbed at your waist, your hips. Slid down the soft slope of your back and over the curve of your ass pulling a gasp from you that made him hesitate.

Chest heaving, heart racing, Steve screwed his eyes shut trying to ground himself for a moment and you could feel the heat radiating from him as you pressed tight into each other. Finally he opened them again, his eyes searching yours, hair messed and lips kiss bitten and swollen, “Is…is this what you want?”

“I want you,” there was no hesitation in your voice as you lifted a hand to the line of his jaw, not shying away from his gaze, and the look he gave you then made you weak in the knees.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

His hands left your waist to cup your face softly and he held you for a moment. Looking at you, really looking, and despite the dress that still clung to your body you felt so bare, so vulnerable as the vice that had been clamped tight around your heart slowly spun loose to let Steve in.

“Kiss me,” you whispered and when he leaned down to press his lips against yours you felt yourself leap off the cliff you’d been lingering on, trusting him to catch you, and he did.

Everything was dizzy, kisses pressed to bare skin, fingers trailing along the lengths of each other, the fan spinning overhead pushing warm air around his room as you fell against the soft sheets on his bed. Your shoes dropped to the floor as Steve stepped into the V of your legs, dipping down to press kisses to your neck, your collarbone, your shoulders.

Whispers of your name falling into your ear.

Hovering just above you Steve gently pushed stray locks of hair out of your face, waiting just a moment longer to take you in and a flush rose in your cheeks under his gaze. “You’re so pretty,” he whispered, brows knitted together, disbelieving. How were you real? How were you here?

Pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth you breathed in deep and softly ran your fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes, “So are you.” Tucking your hand around the back of his neck you pulled him down into you and your lips met again with a heat and intensity that hadn’t been there before.

Steve trailed impatient kisses along your jaw, sucked pretty little marks against the sensitive skin on your neck and ran his hands down your waist. Over your hips. Played with the hem of your dress before pulling it up your thighs to expose your legs and stomach, goosebumps rising there at the sudden feeling of cool air. His hand moved on your stomach, fingers splayed out across your skin as he pushed it higher and higher, feeling you under him.

Brushing his thumb across the delicate lace of your bra just under your breast, he pulled a gasp from you that melted into a whimper and you felt his lips slow as they reached your ear.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, m’okay, you just–” it felt like Steve had literally taken your breath away, scattering your thoughts off into the dark of his room, “–just making me feel so good.”

You felt him press a grin against your skin and he pushed his hand up to brush a thumb over your nipple through your bra, a small moan falling from your parted lips. “Want me to keep going?” he asked, voice low and rough against the shell of your ear and you felt the coil in your stomach tighten.

“Please,” you practically pleaded, fingernails pressing needy into his back against the fabric of his shirt and he didn’t hesitate, reaching a hand up to tug it off and throw it carelessly to the floor before moving back down into you.

You could feel heat pooling between your legs as his lips dragged along your skin, hand massaging your breast, working you up into a frenzy until you finally grabbed his hand with yours.

“Wait,” you gasped breathlessly and he stopped.

“Sorry, do you want me to–”

“Shh, just a minute,” you hushed, pressing your fingers gently against his lips. There was entirely too much clothing between the two of you.

Gathering up the fabric of your dress you awkwardly pulled it up over your head and a quick twist of your fingers saw your bra unhooked and thrown into the dark. When you laid back down you draped an arm over your chest, self-conscious for a second, but as you slowly pulled it away the look on Steve’s face was more than enough to cast off your doubt.

“Damn,” he murmured, voice reverent, lips parted in a pretty little ‘o’ and eyes alight with all of you and it was your turn to grin.

“Yeah? What’re you waiting for, hot shot?” you teased, looping your legs around his waist, a silent invitation, and all that existed for him in that moment was you.

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling on it at the feeling of his teeth on your skin and he groaned, chest rumbling against yours. You could feel him pressed into your leg, hard and wanting through the thin fabric of his gym shorts.

“Steve–shit,” you hissed as he nipped at your neck, but it slipped into a moan as he covered the spot in open mouthed kisses. Your back arched at the feeling, hips rutting into his. “Jesus, just—,” you breathed, tightening your thighs at his waist as your fingers fumbled at the waistband of his shorts and he got your hint, pulling his lips away from you.

Taking your hand in his he slid it heavy down your body, nested it between your legs and pressed it into you so your fingers could feel just how wet you were for him. “Keep going,” he said, voice wrecked at the sight of you and the thought of what came next. Leaning over he grabbed a condom from his nightstand and ripped the foil between his teeth and thumb before sitting back to ease his shorts down and slip it on.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you watched him, your fingers messy against you in your slick. He pumped his hand over himself once, twice, three times, sucking a breath in through gritted teeth as he lowered his eyes to meet yours.

And God were you a sight. Pupils blown wide, dark and needy, lips parted and panting while you fingered yourself and Steve swore under his breath. He reached a hand out to stop your from running tight circles on your clit and leaned down, pressing his body against yours.

For a second you just held each other’s gaze, breathing hitched, a soft dewy sheen of sweat gathering on your skin, lingering in the moment between everything.

“Steve,” you whispered, bringing a hand to his cheek, “It’s okay. I want this. I want you.”

“Want you too,” he murmured back, brushing the pad of his thumb along your chin as he dipped down to press a kiss to your lips, soft and tender and sweet.

Then he pushed away a little, the muscles in his arms and back tensing at the effort of holding himself up. He moved a hand down between your legs and took hold of himself, gently pressing against you and your eyes slipped shut at the pressure. Slowly pushing into you he dropped his forehead to rest against yours and you gasped at the feeling of him filling you up.

He hesitated for just a second and you opened your eyes again to look at him, your hand pressed into his cheek, “Don’t stop.” Letting go of him you reached above your head to tangle your fingers with his, squeezing his hand in yours, “Here, look at me.”

Steve pulled his gaze away from the navy blue of his sheets and looked into your eyes, a flicker of uncertainty flashing for just a moment and you felt a smile tug at your lips.

“You’re perfect,” you whispered, scattering your words down into the very center of him. Planting them there in his chest to bloom within his ribcage and quickly he blinked away the smallest of tears that had gathered in the long sweep of his lashes.

He couldn’t speak, but you didn’t let him. Instead you squeezed his hand again and started to rock your hips into him, encouraging him to move, and as he regained his confidence he met you in perfect rhythm. It was slow at first, your foreheads still pressed together, but as his thrusts began to pull sweet sounds from your lips he picked up the pace.

It was like you were pushing yourselves, hurtling toward the edge of a cliff together, clinging tight to each other in the dark. All those months of tension, looks carrying heat, loaded conversations and sweet, restrained kisses melted away with the heat of what you had finally surrendered to.

“Jesus, feel so good,” he whined, pressing his mouth into yours again to catch your moans, both of you panting and gasping with the effort of it all. Your back arched as he bottomed out, your head falling onto the bed as he rocked his hips into you again and again and when you opened your eyes to look up at him, his pretty lips were parted as he sucked in each breath.

Untangling his fingers from yours he slipped them back down between your legs to find your clit and began to move them in slick, heavy circles, wanting you to come before he did. Wanting you to have everything. Wanting nothing more than to give this to you and the moan you loosed as his fingers pressed into you nearly shattered him.

“Shit–Steve,” you stuttered, gasping for air, “I’m s-so close. Faster, go faster.”

“Faster,” he groaned and pressed his face into your neck, sucking pretty little marks there on your skin and the movements of his fingers grew messy and blurred as he did as you asked, pushing you further and further until finally something in you snapped. You cried out, hips bucking heavy into his and your hands grabbed fistfuls of sheets like a lifeline as each wave of your climax washed over you.

“So good for me Steve, make me feel so good,” you gasped, trying to pull him with you and his expression shifted almost painful, brows knitting together as his movements grew hurried and uneven before finally his rhythm broke too. Mouth dropping open, his breath hitching in his throat as he finished fast, your name falling from his lips over and over again like a prayer.

SOMETHING INFINITE SYNOPSIS: hawkins, indiana, 1987 – your mom is out of town for the summer on business and she sends you to live with your aunt joyce and her husband jim in hawkins while she’s gone. joyce works at the library and jim is the town sheriff – the kids, will, jonathan and el slowly warm up to you and it’s after you get in with them that you really start to feel at home, but there’s one person who just annoys you to no end. one person you’d love to just boot off a cliff – steve fucking harrington. ♥️ find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here.

[asssikawa]

pov. (megumi x reader)

a/n: hi, i hope everyone is having a nice day! i decided to write some fluff for our local pretty boy. gender neutral reader!

there was something about him that seemed to draw in a crowd, no matter what. it could have been that stand-offish aura, or his cold resting face. it could be his long dark eyelashes that seemed to flutter every time he blinked. or those beautiful dark blue eyes that complimented his black hair. his milky skin clashed with his overall dark tones. he was ethereal in the eyes of (y/n). they’ve always thought that since they first met. a child of the moon came to mind if (y/n) could describe his appearance.

even as a preteens, he seemed cold, but his allure pulled (y/n) like a magnet.

they recalled the memory of that summer night in the park.

~

the moonlight only complimented his white skin; he seemed to glow in the light source. he was sitting alone on the bench as the fireworks blasted in the night sky. the colors bursting in the sky reflected against his dark irises. (y/n) could only stare, with their mouth agape. “woah,” they said to themselves. the statement didn’t fall on deaf ears, as his gaze shifted from the sky to (y/n). he visibly tensed up, positioning his hands in a type of gesture? how would they know, it looked like he was mimicking an animal with his hands. “what are you doing here and why are you making animal hand gestures? if you wanted to watch the fireworks, you should come to the festival to get a better view” (y/n) said, biting into their caramelized apple.

“it’s not a hand gesture, its— nevermind, what are you doing here deep in the park?” he said, lowering his hands, but still on guard.

“i asked you first,” (y/n) replied, taking another bite of the apple.

“i don’t owe you an explanation, i don’t even know you,” he said, resting his hands on the bench he was sitting on.

“i’m (y/n) (l/n), and you?”

“megumi fushiguro, now go away,”

~

it felt like it was just yesterday he was the small preteen they had met. as if it were overnight, he seemed to bloom into a fully grown flower. the more he bloomed, it seemed like more people were attracted to his presence like (y/n) that summer night. he seemed to bring in a puppy-like, pink-haired boy named itadori and a fiery, but sweet girl named nobara. (y/n) wasn’t going to lie, they missed when their presence was the only one megumi tolerated other than gojo.

thinking about the boy brought a small smile on (y/n)’s face as they strolled through the park. they mindlessly wandered through the park, in search of some shade against the merciless sun. they walked deeper into the park, until they stumbled upon a familiar area. the area itself was unkempt, as the grass was overgrown and several weeds had sprouted. the bench seemed run-down as the nails barely held the old dark wood together. the tree branches had grown out, holding strong against the sturdy bark. under the trees, there was shade, with gentle light shining through the outlines of the leaves. (y/n) pranced their way to the shade, sitting down against the tree. instant coolness pricked at their hot skin, small bumps spreading across their arms. they sighed, raising their hand to wipe the beads of sweat forming on their forehead. tiredness crept up on (y/n) after settling down as they let out a small yawn, stretching out their arms.

“a nap wouldn’t hurt, it’s not like anyone would be coming anytime soon,” they said, lowering their body onto the plush grass. their eyes fluttered shut, as they drifted off into sleep thinking about the quiet boy. the patches of sunlight glowing on their (s/t) skin as the sun slowly made its way across the sky.

another set of footsteps approached the quiet area; their footsteps slightly sluggish. the dark haired boy scanned the area, his hand slightly scratching the nape of his neck. his eyes eventually landed on his friend who was napping on the grass. he lowered his hand, making his way next to the tree. it was a peaceful silence, (y/n)’s gentle snoring put megumi at slight ease. the sunlight seemed to slightly reflect against their (s/t) skin as if they were surrounded by a glow. almost as if it was heaven’s light glimmering on them. their (h/c) strands had small twigs entangled in them. their eyes fluttered ever so slightly whenever the sunlight hit against their eyelids. their lips were slightly separated, small traces of drool leaving the corners of their mouth.

to megumi, (y/n) was a sun child, their (s/t) always looked best in the sunlight as their skin seemed to absorb the sun. their personality rivaled his stone cold one, greeting everyone with a beaming smile even if they disliked the person. sort of like a customer service smile. their (e/c) glimmered in the sun, along with their (h/c) hair. every time he looked at (y/n), they were a beaming sun on their own. their glow even rivaled the sun.

they were total opposites of each other; like the sun and the moon.

megumi sat beside (y/n), gazing at their every twitch and sniffle. he let out a breath, closing his eyes briefly. his hand rested near (y/n)’s face. their face scrunched up, a small crease forming in between their eyebrows as they furrowed. he tilted his head slightly to get a better look at their expression. “gumi…?” (y/n) mumbled under their breath, their hand moving up to his. he hummed in response, watching as (y/n) gently grip his fingers. “are you okay?” they asked, their eyes hazy with exhaustion. he nodded, looking in no particular direction. a small smile growing on their face. lifting up his hand, (y/n) directed his hand towards them. his fingertips felt cold against their warmed cheek. the small cracks of coarse skin on his fingers glazed over the softness of (y/n)’s skin. a few bumps from acne and faint acne scars decorated the side of their face as if they were like the tiny sun spots residing on the star. a gentle pink hue settled on his cheek.

“what are you doing?” he questioned, but made no attempts to pull his hand away. (y/n) flattened his hand on their cheek as they moved their head, leaving a gentle butterfly kiss on his palm.

“megumi, have i ever told you that you look like the moon?” (y/n) giggled at megumi’s flustered face. their eyelids drooping, a yawn escaping their mouth. “you’re so beautiful to me… like the moon. it makes me wonder, how do i look in your point of view? through all the ugly and pretty… i’d love to see me from your point of view…” (y/n) continued, trailing off into slumber, leaving the boy speechless.

his mind seemed to run at 100 miles per hour, as his heart hammering against his ribcage. closing his eyes, he left his hand against (y/n)’s warm cheek. warmth filled his heart as he let out a small chuckle. a rare smile appeared on his face. the summer breeze rustled through the tufts of his hair. he glanced over to his crush. the drool dripped from their mouth and into the soil. to most, it may have been a slightly unpleasant sight, but to megumi, it was a moment he would cherish forever.

“my point of view, huh?”

[heyitsyn]

Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 4

a/n: uwuwuwuwu @animesportboys​ and i were just talking about this and my heart was just bursting at this thought 😭

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

also requests are currently closed right now since i have like nearly 30 to finish so please be patient with me and wait for me to finish it all and until then i can open them up again. however, dont stop sending me cute stuff okay?  🥺

summary: its the time of the month for seijoh’s manager 🥺

@ yn when shes extra moody and mean during that time and does this every time she hears anything even come out of the boys’ mouth

oh dear

so basically

it’s,,,,,, a natural thing that most girls go through every month for more than half of their lives and its absolutely D R E A D F U L

the boys ofc knew what the hell a period was bc hello health class so they knew you would become this,,, other version of yourself

youd be moodier, childish, and easy to annoy and snap to everyone

but you would quickly realize how you’re acting then be all regretful and teary and cry easily and then youd forget about it then start the cycle again

you’d stick your tongue out at them and tease them mercilessly, making them run even more laps and pushing them harder

‘I SEE THOSE ARMS SHAKING, IWAIZUMI HAJIME. ADD 15 MORE TO THAT ROUTINE’

‘WHAT?!’

‘IF I SEE YOU EVEN A STEP BEHIND KINDAICHI, YOU WILL BE RUNNING 8 MORE LAPS KUNIMI’

‘NOO!!!!’

‘CHECK YOURSELF OUT ONE MORE TIME, YAHABA, I WILL GOUGE OUT YOUR EYES’

‘HAVE MERCY!!!!’

dear god they hated it

when it was time, they would protect themselves and work even harder and be more perfect to make sure you couldnt see their faults and point them out and try and kill them

it was like war for everyone

but they didnt know the exact date it started so they didnt really know when to start preparing for war until it came

this time, you didnt either

you didnt even know you were starting as you were extra busy booking the buses for away comps and collecting and emailing teachers for any missed homeworks for the team

so when it did start,,,

oh dear part 2

it wasnt really something you found out when you woke up that morning but you noticed you must be getting close since you were feeling extra cranky and you havent even been awake for more than an hour

nothing really happened throughout the day so you were just thinking that you didnt get enough sleep last night so you were just tired and wanted to sleep

but then it happened

you were standing next to iwa, reviewing his spike percentages when you shifted your weight to the other leg and then your eyes widened

your water broke

i saw this tiktok of this one girl and she was about to start filming with her friend when her eyes widened and her friend knew immediately and her caption was ‘my water broke’

iwa was worried as heck on to what was going on with you and even followed your gaze to see it on the wall and nothing out of the ordinary

‘y/n?’

‘oh god’

you mumbled and you wanted to run but you were too scared that you leaked and probably have an obvious redness on your white track pants

yep it def was your time bc you felt tears welling up in your eyes and you sniffled, embarrassed and upset for this to happen now, of all times

then oikawa tooru bursted through the doors

iwa, taking his eyes off of you and to the captain, started to yell at him until he noticed the brunette’s flushed face and panting form, hunched over as he gripped on the door handle with the plastic bag

you, too busy trying to think of a way to get out of there like deciding to waddle or to just crawl, didnt see oikawa as he approached you

the team paused and watched as he took a black hoodie from the plastic bag and wrapped it around your waist

‘hmm, y/n-chan, better get dressed so we can go now’

he hummed and you snapped out of your panic and looked up at him with watery eyes

‘oikawa-san’

you whispered and he nodded, eyes knowing what was going on

‘coach, theres a planetarium special tonight’

oikawa shouted without tearing his gaze away from you and coach irihata instantly knew, knowing the code that oikawa came up with when you became a part of the family team

the elder coach made a noise of agreement and oikawa didnt wait to up and carry you in his arms and waved to the team while pushing your head in his chest so you can hide

‘work hard everyone!’

‘oi, shittykawa! what the hell-!’

but an intense side-eye from his best friend shut him up and he knew something happened so he didnt say anything since he trusts oikawa to fix it

‘i trust you will take care of them, iwa-chan’

iwaizumi nodded firmly before shouting to resume back to practice and he himself went back to the line for spikes

you were carried to the bathroom so you could change into your emergency undies and pad and after you did your business, oikawa noticed you uncomfortably waddling towards him so he took you back into his arms

oikawa continued to carry you like his bride down the street towards an unknown destination, humming a children’s show tune that takeru loved to watch, while you maintained curled around yourself, partly due to the shame but also from the pain in your abdomen

you wiped the few stray tears that spilled past your eyes and oikawa chuckled when he noticed you aggressively wipe them off

‘hmm, y/n-chan, you shouldnt do that to yourself. it irritates your eyes and the skin around it so gently dab it next time, kay?’

you nodded, burrowing back to his chest and breathing in his scent

french toast

he smelled like french toast as the smell of caramel and vanilla wafted into your nose

‘howd you know’

you mumbled against the fabric of his jacket

oikawa stopped his humming and replaced it with a chuckle

‘oh, y/n-chan. oikawa-san is a reliable senpai, dont you know? i got a tracker! just for you!’

he answered and your eyes moved from his arm to his smile and you gripped his jacket tighter, fingers curled around it as if it was your lifeline

‘thank you, oikawa-san’

your words of appreciation made oikawa’s heart thump and he faltered a little, blush creeping up his neck, but he fought it down, covering it up with a smirk

‘you should be, y/n-chan! girls would kill to be you right now!’

you rolled your eyes at the return of his cocky attitude but you knew better

the real oikawa tooru was under that mask

turns out, he carried you to his home as his house was the closest while yours had to be taken by a bus

thankfully his parents were out and his sister and nephew were in a trip in tokyo that you had the house to yourselves without anyone asking questions that might make you uncomfortable and them misunderstand

he shut the door with his foot and made his way up the stairs with ease, his strength truly impressing you at that moment, before settling you down on his bed

it wasnt even on purpose but you curled yourself on his blanket, head buried in his pillow

his heart combusted and tooru had to look away or else he wouldve jumped on you and coddled you forever

instead, he quickly ran over and knelt down under his desk to reach for the box that he has prepared for you

‘y/n-chan, i never knew your pattern until last month so i was able to prepare for you now’

you looked up from your position on the bed and sat up enough to see him standing there, grinning with a mint green box

‘wh-what is that?’

you asked and he shuffled over, sitting next to you

‘this, is the y/n care love box! this special box was created by yours truly with everything you want and need during this dreadful week. theres your favorite food, warm socks, coupons you can spend like watching movies and eating ten tubs of ice cream while we talk shit about the boys’

he listed, gripping the box nervously 

‘so? do you like it?’

he looked away from the box and to you but his smile slipped into a panicked one when he saw you silently crying and biting your lip to keep the sobs in

‘y-y/n-chan! i-its okay if y-you dont like it! o-oikawa-san can-’

‘no!’

you cut him off and lunged to hug him with all your might

hehe all might

E A T   T H I S

‘i love you so much, oikawa-san! so much! thank you!’

you sobbed into his neck and he tightly hugged you back, lifting you so you could comfortably sit on his lap straddle him if you want me to be straight forward

oikawa gently moved so he was leaning against the wall that his bed was pressed against while you were pressed against his warmth

his fingers were drawing small circles on your back and whispering corny jokes or puns that made you giggle and laugh and occassionally, he would kiss your nose and you would whine at the ticklish feeling

eyes fleeting around the room, your eyes settled back on the box and you reached out, wanting to grab it until oikawa beat you to it and snatched it for you then placed it on your hold

‘whats inside, oikawa-san?’

you cutely mumbled, sitting comfortably back on his thighs so you could open the box in front of you

oikawa laughed

‘just open it and figure it out yourself, y/n-chan’

you pouted at his tease but smiled widely when you revealed the contents inside

‘oikawa-san!’

his eyes followed your surprised expression and his hands gripped your waist

‘you like it?’

he whispered and you nodded, looking back up at him and kissing his cheek, his 

‘youre so sweet, oikawa-san! like-like this candy bar! howd you know i like this?’

you held up the treat and he shrugged

‘i keep seeing you get it whenever we go to the store’

you continued to sift through the things, seeing a dvd of your favorite movie, a f/c heating pad, a note that said your favorite ice cream was in the fridge, a bag of your favorite chips, fluffy socks, the goodies

you didnt even notice yourself crying again, only realizing it when there were wet spots beneath you

oikawa saw this and he quickly but gently put the box to the side and cradled your face with both of his hands, softly wiping the tears away with his thumbs

‘aw, dont cry, my little baby. princesses should never cry’

you sniffled and choked a laugh

‘hah, n-not a baby. j-just hor-monal’

you complained and oikawa snickered but shook his head then kissed your nose again

‘youre my baby’

you didnt have it in you to complain so you went back to snuggling into him

oikawa squeezed you and went back to drawing the circles on your back and he felt you relax into his touch and slump against his form, slowly starting to snore

your head rested on his shoulder and he turned slightly to watch your eyes flutter and nose scrunch when a strand of your hair fell on it

his heart continued to beat faster and faster and it showed by the way his fingers shook as he carefully lifted the hair away from you

he slowly bent down to give you a kiss on the forehead before laying you down to sleep more comfortably

‘good night, princess’

he sweetly placed a last kiss on your cheek before getting up to go prepare your heating pad for when you wake up

the next few days were possibly the best period days youve ever had

maybe because it was oikawa telling the team that you were in,,,,, satan’s domain currently and they should be careful with you so they tried their best to lift the weight and burden off of your shoulders

however,,

the next day after the incident,,,

they still didnt know what was wrong with you and oikawa forgot to text the gc about your condition so they were still unknowing

like today

during your classes, you were feeling off, almost nauseous but eating little bits of your chocolate treats were helping you get through until lunch

ofc kunimi noticed bc hellow he sits next to you and he doesnt pay attention during class so hes been watching you sneak little bites so the teacher doesnt see and ducking under your book

he was just amused with the way your eyes would widen if you thought the teacher caught you

kindaichi and kunimi and you usually ate lunch together at your classroom since you three only got to hang out as first years during lunch

so they know you usually have a bento with you and have a general idea of how much you eat

and kunimi thought since you ate all those chocolates earlier, you wouldnt eat as much food but then he saw you scarf down your bento, eat 2 more bags of chips and was finishing last chocolate bar

kindaichi,,,, wasnt even finished with his own bento and was watching you, amazed, at how easily you ate all of it

they didnt say anything since they thought you just didnt eat dinner last night but even during the walk towards the gym for after school practice, you were complaining that you were hungry and was eating another chocolate bar

they thought something was truly wrong bc you were eating so much more than usual

kunimi watched you chew on it as you opened the gym door and still ate even when you were talking to mattsun about his jump height

‘man, you sure are hungry, aren’t you, y/n? thats like your fifth chocolate bar today’

kunimi teased, grabbing a ball to spike but he froze, seeing you with the coldest and angriest look hes ever seen

you blinked at him, grip tightening on the treat, and mattsun slowly backing away from you

you advanced towards the blep boy, treat already forgotten and shoved to be held by mattsun 

despite your shorter height than kunimi, he trembled slightly as you looked up at him

‘are you calling me fat, kunimi? are you? am i fat? do you think im ugly? im a piggie?’

you ranted and slowly started crying, making kunimi frantically scramble to stop you before the other upperclassmen see or worse, oikawa-san

‘y/n-wait-no!-um’

‘y/n-chan?’

kunimi shut his eyes tightly in fear at the deadly sweet voice of his captain and kindaichi and mattsun sent a quick prayer to their fellow teammate before he was going to get killed

‘uh oh, i think we’d have to start looking for a replacement for kunimi’

makki, who just arrived, teased making kindaichi fearfully look at him

‘eh?!’

‘oh, you first years have never seen oikawa mad, have ya? well, you’ll get front seat of it!’

mattsun clapped him in the back making him gulp

you werent sobbing but you were definitely crying, tear tracks quickly being wetted by the numerous amount of tears that fell

kunimi scrambled to his knees and folded himself, forehead resting on the floor by his hands

‘I APOLOGIZE! PLEASE DONT KILL ME! I APOLOGIZE! PLEASE FIND MERCY IN YOURSELF AND FORGIVE ME, Y/N-SAMA!’

it was certainly a sight to see

normally calm and collected and chill and relaxed hippie kunimi begging to be forgiven

oikawa stepped forward but you quickly felt the change of your mood, feeling bad for your boy and scrambling to pull him back up

‘oh kunimi-kun! dont kneel like that! the floor is too hard and might give you knee pain!’

it was like whiplash

iwa stepped in the gym and saw the team’s confused and bewildered expressions and saw you, kunimi, and oikawa and he shook his head

this aint even half of bad as he has seen

oikawa gently took you away from kunimi and held you to him instead, giving you a smile, to which you returned, and looked at kunimi, a deadly glint in his eye

‘what happened, y/n-chan?’

the tone of his voice sent a chill to run down everyone’s spines and even iwa, the boy who’s seen this a handful of times, shivered and nervously watched oikawa, ready to jump in

but you just blinked, completely unaware of the change of atmosphere

‘oh, um, i overreacted. i was eating too much food today and mustve annoyed him or something’

you sheepishly mumbled but oikawa was having none of it

‘no, its fine. youre literally bleeding out as we speak! dont feel the need to validate yourself!’

he lightly scolded while you hung your head low and continued to apologize but he gently bonked your head before scolding you again

the team definitely knew now that you were in that,,,, time and they definitely knew now, especially kunimi, that even if youve seen oikawa mad, youd think that the devil was more merciful than him when it relates to the topic of you

a/n: i swear to GGGOOOOODDDDDD im an oikawa whore who cant seem to stop writing for him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[semicielo]

❝Unrequited love with Bakugou Katsuki❞ ⇢ confusion.  

⇢A/N: this wasn’t planned, but I’m happy that some of you enjoyed this thing!, so I decided to give it a try.

[ first part ]

🎨 a r t s o u r c e 🎨

Pairings: Bakugou x Uraraka — Bakugou x f! Reader

Genre: angst - fluff.

Guide: (e/c) ⇢ eyes color.

Disclaimer ⇢ words in bold are important.

Bakugou really missed (y/n), as the girl told him she was going to be absent in his life, and Bakugou understand her reasons. But still, it was a strange feeling not having her by his side, now he didn’t have (y/n) to spare, and she also stop going to his room after school to ask him to explain the things she didn’t understand.

He also remembered how (y/n) was so attentive with him, after training together she used to hand him a water, when he was feeling angry she knew how to calm him and how (y/n) used to put some spicy caramels on his backpack, he smiled remembering those things.

Even with his usual group of friends and his lovely girlfriend Bakugou Katsuki felt lonely, he knew (y/n) was important to him, but never notice how much important she was.

Now, his eyes were always on (y/n), he saw her smiling with the earphone and the ponytail girl, at least she wasn’t lonely, but... (y/n) felt the loneliness he was experimenting?

⠀

“I don’t get why Uraraka did that”

⠀

(y/n) was with Kyoka and Momo at her room, they were having a pijama party after a hard session of studying, the three girls were sitting on the bed, (y/n) between them eating some chips, when the topic of the love triangle came up.

⠀

“well...” Momo says “maybe she didn’t know?”

“Oh she knew” Jirou replied “we all knew, we even talk about that once with Asui and Mina, and she was there, remember?”

“Oh, true”

“When did you talk about my lame love life?” (y/n) asked.

“Was that time you went to eat at Bakugou-San house”

⠀

Right, sometimes Mitsuki invite her to eat at the Bakugou household, she would miss the noisy dinner with the boy’s family.

⠀

“What kind of friend does that?”

“Well Kyoka” (y/n) talk “me and Uraraka weren’t actually friends you know? I think I had talk to her like ten times so... but I can’t blame her, we search for our happiness”

“But you saved her life (y/n)!”

⠀

That was true, if you see it in that way thanks to (y/n) Uraraka is alive, everything happened in the USJ attack, and a nomu was about to kill the fat cheeks girl, but (y/n) kept that from happening.

⠀

“That was a hero does Kyoka” you smiled “I’m kinda sad, but I don’t have anything against Uraraka and Katsuki, I’ll get over this feelings, I’ll be strong”

“You are already strong (y/n)” Momo told the girl.

“The strongest girl!” Jirou jump to hug (y/n) dragging Momo with her.

⠀

Yes, (y/n) is going to be fine.

But what about Katsuki?

He was lying on his bed when he heard a knock on his door, maybe...

(y/n)?

He stand up in a rush and opened the door.

⠀

“Hi babe! I’m here to make you company!”

⠀

What was he thinking? For a moment he felt disappointed to see Ochako, despite the confusing moment he let her in, and both went to lie on his bed, the brunette rest her head on Katsuki’s chest and start to caress the girl’s hair.

Ochako was telling him something, but he got lost in his thoughts, was (y/n)’s hair soft as Ochako’s? He closed his eyes, (y/n) was never touchy with him, but when they got accepted at the U.A she hugged him and hold his hand saying that he was going to be the number one.

“Bakugou...baby? Did you fall sleep?”

⠀

Why was he thinking about other girl with his girlfriend next to him? He open his eyes and looked at Ochako, angelic face, chubby pink cheeks, and sparkling eyes, she was really beautiful, so why was other girl invading his thought? Specially (y/n).

⠀

“I want to ask you something”

“Bring it!” She smiles

“You knew about (y/n) feelings for me?”

“Bakugou...” Uraraka looked away.

“Did you?”

“Yes but...” her voice got slower “Would that have changed anything between us?”

⠀

Bakugou frowned, would that? He was sure he was in love with Ochako.

⠀

“No, I don’t think so”

⠀

༛༛ ༛ ༛༺༻༛ ༛ ༛༛

Next day Bakugou was walking to class, he was alone, Ochako walks with her friends and usually he walks with (y/n), or walked.

⠀

“Hey! Bakugou wait for me!”

⠀

The voice of Kirishima stopped him, the red hair boy was running to his direction, and when he arrive next to Bakugou they start walking again.

⠀

“Where’s (l/n)? She always walks with you, you got into a fight?”

“Why do you care shitty hair? I bet you know what’s happening” he angrily mumbled.

“Nop, i don’t have any idea”

“(y/n) told me she likes me”

“Like or love?”

“So you knew!” He yelled.

“We all knew Bakugou” he pointed “you were the only one who doesn’t knew, anyways, what did you told her?”

“Nothing, she say she was making her feelings disappear”

“Eh? I thought she had a chance, you make a great match!, but then you start dating Uraraka”

“Fuck off”

Kirishima ignore him “so that’s why she has been with Jirou and Yaoyorozu, you know maybe Sero would make a move on (y/n), I also saw Todoroki buying cold soba to her...” the boy scratch his chin “I even heard that Kaibara from class B liked (y/n) and-“

“SHUT UP I DON’T CARE”

⠀

Bakugou was pissed, he didn’t care all those idiots that were “in love” with (y/n), those extras don’t deserve her, she’s out of their leagues.

They keep waking, the topic was changed because of Bakugou’s reaction to all the boys that had something for (y/n), arriving to class he saw that (y/n) was already there and talking to Aizawa, they made eye contact, Bakugou’s crimson eyes with (y/n) pretty (e/c), but the girl looked away redirecting her sight to their teacher.

⠀

“I’ll do it, sensei”

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:::::❦ ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪsᴛ @animesuck3r @ariana-neko @tsktch

@callmeoncette @saeranoppa

[alternianative]

🍒🌹💗💘 For Percya

🍒 Favourite type of chocolate?

♡h I just l♡ve milk ch♡c♡late the m♡st, especially if it has s♡me caramel in it?? With a little bit ♡f salt?? that's the BEST treat. it's t♡♡ bad that stuff is expensive, i d♡n't get t♡ have it very ♡ften.

🌹  Favourite flower?

♡mg it w♡uld be s♡♡♡♡ cliche if i said r♡se but actually my fav♡rite is carnati♡ns! they're s♡ pretty... did y♡u kn♡w if y♡u put c♡l♡ring in the water ♡f the vase the white ♡nes will change c♡l♡r??

💗 What do you love most about the lovecore aesthetic?

it's just s♡ cute!! and s♡ft and happy... i'm n♡t very f♡nd ♡f vi♡lence h♡nestly - i kn♡w that makes me kind ♡f a bad tr♡ll but...

💘 How old were you when you had your first crush?

♡mg i was like, t♡tally still a wriggler ehehe... there was this ♡ne ♡rangebl♡♡d that c♡mpeted in Alternian Superstar and he w♡n the city title f♡r ♡ne ♡f the beach cities! It's a t♡tal highbl♡♡d z♡ne ♡ver there s♡ he was the maj♡r underd♡g... but anyways he was really cute and nice and i t♡tally fell f♡r him.

> you sigh wistfully

[adoringeun]

Lemon Drop Café

Welcome to the Lemon Drop Café! My name is Eunha, I'm the owner of this place. It's a blessing to have you visit my café, what would you like to order?

Inside the Lemon Drop Café

In this café we offer a variety of different food and drinks! Don't be fooled by the name of the shop, we sell all kinds of food and beverages here. We even have a special delivery service for everyone!

T H E B A S I C S

-> This is in no way affiliated with the Idol I potray to be. I am not claiming to be her nor do I say this is how she acts in real life. Everything here is purely fictional and is all for your entertainment only!

-> As of now, the café is only open for chatbots and chatbots only.

-> This is mostly a delivery service chatbot meaning there will be no plots introduced, yet!

-> A schedule is included in this post that says the days I accept reservations, delivery requests, and answer asks.

-> Daily positivity posts and health reminders will be posted!

-> I will sometimes pop in people's dms to drop of treats from me! I'll try my best to send everyone at least one treat so you all will hopefully get a smile out of it ^-^

-> A bulletin board will be posted every once in a while. What is this for? Well, it will act as a chatbot news for everyone. For example, person #1 and person #2 are now engaged! Let us congratulate the soon to be married couple. If you have any new information or news to share, feel free to message me and I will post about it!

-> This bulletin board will also act as a spread of awareness to everyone. Not only to Korean entertainment related news, but to the many things that are happening around the globe. (example is BLM petitions and such)

R E S E R V A T I O N S

-> Reservations are basically you reserving for a table at the café. This is a perfect way to have a nice date with your partner, hang out with your friends and bond with your family!

-> If you don't have anyone to go with, you can still reserve a table! Only difference is, I will be there to keep you company as I serve you your food or drinks. I can even maybe teach you the ways of the kitchen, if you're lucky enough.

-> Once your reservation has been accepted, a GC will be made and you along with the person/s you are bringing will be invited.

-> Be patient with Eunha as she can get very busy making orders and accepting reservations.

-> More details will be said once you have been invited to the GC.

HOW TO RESERVE A TABLE

-> You can send me a message (or an ask if that's what you prefer) saying you would like to book a table, please include how many people you will be coming with.

Example:

“Hello! I would like to reserve a table for 3 people thank you 😊❤”

-> Shortly after your request has been accepted, you will be made a GC.

-> A menu listing all the available food and beverages we have will be given to you (and the people you are with)

-> Do tell me when you are finished eating so I can hand you your bill and delete the GC.

D E L I V E R I E S

-> For deliveries, we have a lot of methods for you to choose from!

— Asks [💭]

> The ask delivery can only be used as a letter service. Meaning, I will send an ask to the person whom you want to send a letter to. You don't have to write a long paragraph for this. It can simply be a short “Good Morning!” or “How is your day today?”

— Submissions [💌]

> Submission deliveries are like asks but gifts included in them. Example is person #1 saying “Have a good day!” to person #2 with a lemon pie and a bouquet of sunflowers as a gift.

— DMs [📩]

> This is pretty much self explanatory as a lot of other bots have done this as well. I call this Private Deliveries. Private deliveries are like submission deliveries but are sent through dms. [TW//NSFW] This is the most recommended option if you were to send lingerie for your s/o, give them a new toy, etc.

— Post [📌]

> Deliveries through posts are the most common way to send someone something. It's more like the DM method but it's public. No further explanations needed.

-> We don't only offer food as gifts, you can pretty much send anyone anything! Just make sure it's not as complicated as; A caramel macchiato, three pumps of pumpkin spice, slight whip cream, a chocolate drizzle, and a cherry on top. Don't be those type of people.

HOW TO REQUEST FOR A DELIVERY

-> Send me an ask or a message that includes the listed below.

1.) The @ of the person/s you are giving the gift to.

2.) Whether you would want to be tagged or want to stay anonymous.

3.) Send the letter/gifts you want to give to that said person/s. If you don't have any pictures or gifs of the gift, it's okay! I will look for the pictures/gifs for you.

-> Before I send something, I will send screenshots of the post for confirmation that everything is correct.

-> Please do be patient when I don't complete your delivery as soon as possible. Admin is very busy but will be sure to go on with your request one she is free.

A D V I C E

-> Do you need ever need advice but don't know who uou should ask? Lucky for you, I'm here to give that needed advice! It can differ from life tips, health tips, relationship talks, pretty much anything!

-> All you have to do is send an ask or a message and i'll give the best advice I can give!

-> !!! : I am not saying that the advice I will give will 100% work. I will try and understand your situation and give you the best I can give. Please note that there is no guarantee that it'll work.

A D V I C E —S L I D E T W O—

-> This is for all the love birds out there!!

-> If you have a certain person that you like and want to ask them out on a date but have no idea where to go, I can give you some possible locations that will fit both you and person #2

-> Following what was said above, if you're going on a date and plan on confessing there, you can also ask me for tips on how you can confess!

-> For the long term couples here, if any one of you plan on proposing, I can help you set up and plan things.

-> If you're planning a wedding but don't know where to start, you can also hire me as your wedding planner! Since most weddings are held in discord now, I can help with setting up the server, thinking of themes, and overall the aesthetic of your special day.

-> I will make sure all parties are satisfied with the final product and have smiles on their faces once they see it.

-> All in all, I pretty much help with anything. Heck, you can even hire me as your babysitter! I'll make sure the child/children will have the time of their lives with me ^-^

-> All you have to do is hit me up in my dms or send an ask! Simple as that.

B U L L E T I N B O A R D

-> The bulletin board is one of the most important things I have included here.

-> It will include not only the latest chatbot news and K entertainment news but also news outside of the K-media!

-> I will post about the many things that have been happening recently. Those who have not been given justice yet, the brutality of the police, etc! There are a lot of topics that need to be covered, but not have been given enough light yet. My main goal for this is to bring peoples' attention to these so more people will be aware of the wrong doings others are doing to innocent lives.

-> As I respect everyone, I will be putting trigger warnings whenever I post so people will proceed with caution when they see the warnings.

-> If you don't want to be tagged, please do let me know! I don't want to post a sensitive topic and have some people frowning in front of their screens because of it triggering them. Send me an ask or a message and i'll take you off my taglist ^-^

-> Same goes for those who want to be tagged. Send me an ask or message anytime you like! Or even just reblog my post saying you want to be tagged in future posts :)

GOT ANY NEWS YOU WANT TO SHARE?

-> Send me a dm/an ask! From chatbot related news to petitions people can sign, anything you want! You can even send a submission if that is what you prefer doing.

E U N ' S S C H E D U L E

M O N D A Y : [Answering Asks, taking reservations, replying to dms, sending gifts]

T U E S D A Y : [Taking reservations, replying to dms]

W E D N E S D A Y : [ASK ONLY DAY!]

T H U R S D A Y : [Taking reservations, sending gifts]

F R I D A Y : [FREE DAY]

S A T U R D A Y : [ALL WORK DAY]

S U N D A Y : [ALL WORK DAY]

ALL WORK DAY – are days that I accept anything and everything from everyone. Meaning, everything is open and available (Reservations, advice giving, etc.)

FREE DAY – is a day where I only respond to important dms and reblog posts.

O T H E R I N F O

-> My asks aren't only open for requests and stuff, they are always open for anything!

-> I'm mostly active during the afternoon because I do work in the morning and at night.

-> Don't be afraid to message Eunha! She's always open and happy to make friends ^-^

-> My timezone is KST! (Korean Standard Time)

-> I will sometimes post “Inside Eun's Life” posts which are basically what and how I'm doing.

Credits to the person who made the idea of making chatbots, lots of love for you @yandereminholee!!

Special thanks to @your-roseanne and @floristluda for the inspiration!

Another special tag is @specialdeliveryforyou! Credits to them for starting the whole delivery service trend ^-^

And to @cherry-nayeon the OG café concept chatbot! All love and credits goes to her!!

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