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taetaespeaches · 2 years ago

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“It was good once. Wasn’t it?”

minghao x reader genre: angst word count: 5.4K

a/n: I wanted to write angst and I’m not sure how Minghao ended up being the poor soul involved in it but here we are. Minghao and his ex-partner are returning their belongings to each other after a breakup and they finally speak about what’s been going on in their relationship. It also switches between reader’s pov and Minghao’s. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :))

Neither of you were sure why you were doing this. It wasn’t a good idea. Your emotions were too raw. You missed him. And just like so often with Minghao these days, you didn’t know where he stood. You weren’t sure if the feelings of longing were reciprocated. He was just always so controlled, whereas you were led by your emotions, uncontrolled and overpowering.

Standing in front of the door to his apartment, your fist lowering after having just knocked, you were brought back to the last time you found yourself in this hallway. It was just a month ago when Minghao stood in front of you in the entryway of his apartment, his back pressed to one side of the doorframe with his head slung low.

“I don’t want to keep fighting with you,” he told you, shaking his head. “I don’t like hurting you.”

“You don’t hurt me. We just-can’t seem to communicate anymore,” you defended him against himself.

Perhaps with Minghao, things had simply run their course. Maybe you ran out of time. The relationship had moved quickly from the start, all passion and heat as though you were racing to some sort of finish line. It started with tumbles in the sheets before you accidentally fell into romance and love. That wasn’t to say that getting inside Minghao’s mind was an easy task. The man was guarded, careful, mysterious. It took persistence and consistency, devotion and curiosity to inch your way into his world. Neither of you were accustomed to moving so quickly, but especially Minghao. You were part of his life before you ever made it fully into his mind. But you made it, and it was beautiful. He was beautiful.

And maybe with the haste of how it all went down, you never got a full grasp of each other’s values, needs, and expectations, and the way they did and didn’t complement each other. Perhaps you both knew you were always destined to fall apart, and that’s why you dove head first before you could care about the consequences.

Ultimately, the lack of understanding between you both led to frequent disappointment, both of you falling short of each other’s desires. Mostly you. Being seen as subpar in Minghao’s eyes was one of the worst feelings you’d ever experienced, and you were certain he didn’t even realize he was seeing you in that regard. In some ways, it was worse than the actual separation.

But nothing hurt more than the way Minghao pulled away from you after all your dedication to get inside his mind. It was like the more you fell short, the more he slipped through your fingers, bit by bit.

You didn’t notice you were holding your breath until the door swung open, revealing Minghao as he evaded meeting your eyes. Suddenly the air in the hallway became excruciatingly heavy, the deep breath you attempted to take feeling crushing on your lungs. Awkwardly, he gave you a small smile as he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. “Hey,” he greeted quietly. “You look good.”

He was lying. You hadn’t had a full night of sleep since you left his apartment last and eating had become a chore while your stomach fought every piece of food you tried to feed yourself. It wasn’t like him to lie. Concealing his feelings and keeping a lock on his heart and mind had become predictable behavior for him, but he was always honest. He’s just being polite, you told yourself.

Minghao, however, did look good. Refreshed, even. He always looked so good, and you weren’t sure how it was possible for a person to always look so chic and cool, always so put together. He carried himself rather elegantly, and over time you began to feel inferior. You knew it wasn’t his intention. It never was. Yet, you felt small in the presence of his styled hair and glowing skin. His appearance as he stood in the doorway compared to the overall dullness of yours displayed the stark contrast of how you both were doing. There you were, returning each other’s belongings to each other, and he looked like he had never been better.

Giving a disbelieving smile, you nodded. Looking at him in that moment, you weren’t sure you had even crossed his mind much over the past month. Meanwhile, you looked as though he never left your mind, because he hadn’t. “Thanks,” was all you said.

As he flashed another awkward close-mouthed grin at you, he glanced down at the box in your hands. “Oh, here, come in,” he told you, opening the door wider and stepping to the side to allow you into the apartment that just a month ago you would have strode into with your own key. The same key that was sitting amongst the other items in the box, all serving as a reminder of better times. “Can I get you something to drink or anything?” He asked.

“Hao,” you said, trying to bring him to reality. Or, at least your reality. “I don’t really think this is a chat with drinks type of situation, do you?”

Looking at the box in your hands, as though it was the first time he truly registered the meaning of it, he nodded quickly. “Right.”

“Besides, I have to get to work. Same job, sorry to disappoint,” you added on bitterly. You knew he’d view it as immature, you once again letting your emotions get the better of you, but you just couldn’t hold it back. He may have reached a point of acceptance with you, but you were clinging to the past which was wrapped up in an array of feelings: anger, heartbreak, confusion, and still so much love.

There was always a back and forth between you both, about how you should quit your job and do something more. He stopped bringing it up after you revealed to him that the argument made you feel inferior to him, but you knew the feelings were still there. It wasn’t his intention, but you knew that he still thought you could be more, which told you he didn’t think you were enough.

“So you’re saying I’m wasting my potential,” you had told him in a past disagreement. “Awesome, good to know.”

“No, that’s not what I meant. Stop twisting my words, all I was saying is you’re capable of more and I’m not sure you even realize that,” he had defended himself. He was trying to build you up but he never did realize how his belief in how successful you could be made the person you were in that moment feel less than.

You remembered the passion in his eyes as he stared at you thoughtfully, but you couldn’t quite decipher that expression in that moment. And he didn’t spell it out. “It feels like you look down on me for my job,” you had told him.

There was a flash of hurt across his face that vanished almost as quickly as it appeared. “I’ve never looked down on you for anything,” he told you then.

You still weren’t sure if that was true or not, or if your own insecurities just made you feel mediocre in his presence. Either way, those types of disagreements, or misunderstandings, were what led you to where you stood now, in the once familiar apartment with a man you once knew, a box of his things in your arms.

“I’m not disappointed,” your ex-boyfriend, the man you couldn’t help but to still love, tried to assure you. “I never was of you.” He was saying it in defense of his past self. You could practically see the words dancing on the tip of his tongue: Don’t project. Nodding slowly at him, Minghao sighed, looking to the floor for a moment. Instead, the words that left his mouth took you by surprise. “Is that really how I made you feel?”

Guilt lodged in your throat, making you have to clear it before answering him. “Not always,” you said. You were careful not to negate his question, but you couldn’t in all honesty say he always made you feel lesser than. And it wasn’t only him. It was complicated. Minghao had somehow been your number one supporter, making you believe in yourself more than you ever had before, while also making you feel small for not reaching this potential he saw in you. And you cared so deeply about his opinion of you that falling short of what he believed you could be made insecurities arise within you.

But even with the inferiority, you always believed you could work through it. It was when he pulled away from you that you lost your belief in the union you had forged together.

He hummed in response, nodding slightly. “Well, I’m sorry.”

Shaking your head at him, you studied his features. “It was never all your fault.”

Tsking, as though in disbelief, he looked into the box of his items. Watching him closely as his eyes scanned his things, you nervously tugged at your lip with your teeth. You knew he would be upset about some of the items’ presence in the box. But you couldn’t keep looking at them. They gave you too much hope that would ultimately remain unfulfilled.

A lot of the stuff he had forgotten he even owned at one point. Oversized T-shirts that he always preferred when they hung over your shoulders, revealing glimpses of your collarbones. Books he loaned to you, wanting to give you glimpses into his mind through the things that occupied it. And then he saw the tea set.

“This was a gift,” he said quietly, not looking up at you. Seeing the set shot a sharp stab of pain in his chest, and he couldn’t bring himself to observe your expression, not wanting to find you staring at him with feelings of indifference.

“Ah,” you sighed, nervously, he noted. “I never did learn how to conduct a tea ceremony.”

That was his fault, and the shame hit him instantly. He was supposed to help you break it in. Walk you through the steps. But he bailed on that date, something else coming up. Minghao had gotten you the set with the hope that you would want to share in the experience. He wanted to experience it with you.

What came up? He thought to himself as he stared at the intricate design painted on the ceramic surface. He couldn’t even remember, only making him feel smaller. Minghao had begun distancing himself from you. Not because he wanted to, but rather he saw the effect he was having on you. How his mere presence could bring out your insecurities. But he should have been there more, and he was regretting his absence now. Minghao knew he blew you off for something less important, though he was only now realizing just how important you were in contrast to everything else. It was all less important than you.

“You could teach yourself,” he suggested, once again letting his pride win by not saying what he really wanted to say. He wanted to spill apologies in the hopes of you accepting them, he wanted to tell you to give him another chance, I don’t deserve it, but I’ll try to be better. He could teach you still. Earning a light chuckle from you, he finally found the courage to meet your gaze. “What? You’d be more than capable of-”

“No, it’s just, that’s not really the point. Is it?” You questioned him, the words settling in Minghao’s heart like a brick. No, he mentally confirmed. That isn't the point. “It’s like the books, Hao. I read them to feel closer to you, not because I chose them myself.”

He was riddled with disappointment in himself, overtaken by the self-loathing emotions. How did he not notice before? That you were making every effort to connect with him.

“Just- take the tea set. You’ll have more use for it,” you told him, nodding to the box and taking a step back, implementing more physical distance between you both. However, it was nothing compared to the emotional distance between you. It was like a canyon, you both standing breathless on opposite ends of the cliffs, tired of screaming to the other side to be heard and understood. All the words seemed to do was get swallowed up in echos, never reaching one another. When Minghao looked at you, he could feel the lump of emotions lodge in his throat, suddenly feeling just how crushing the air had become. Tears burned your eyes with their heat and all he could do was stand and watch. “It hurts to look at it, Hao,” you choked out, clearing your throat once more after admitting the pain, sniffling and turning your gaze across the room.

It wasn’t the air that was crushing, he realized. It was the desire to reach out for you, to comfort you, to be with you, but the knowledge that it would just hurt you more. It would be the perfect opportunity for Minghao to tell you he had been hurting too. He missed you. All he could think about was how badly he wanted you back. Back in his arms, back to the life you shared, back into your heart and mind. He could tell you that you never left his, not for a second.

But he didn’t say anything. Instead, Minghao took the box and walked toward his sofa where he placed it gently on the cushions. Turning back to you, he simply nodded. Maybe it was because he knew you were better off without him. Or that comforting you in that moment would only point out to you the control he had over his emotions in comparison to you. Or perhaps he was simply a coward. All the thoughts he had running around his mind stayed there, never falling on your ears in the desperate cry he was aching to release.

“Do you,” you started, Minghao’s eyes darting toward you to find you staring at the box on the couch. “Uh- is there a box for me?”

His eyes widened as he looked around, confused by its absence. “I must have left it in my room.” Starting toward the bedroom, he stalled for a moment. “Just, one sec,” he said. “Don’t leave yet.” You simply nodded at him before he directed his gaze to the floor, feeling too small to look at you, and then left the room.

As he stared at the box that sat on top of his desk, Minghao wondered if it was even accidental that he had met you in the living room of his apartment, the one you practically shared just a month ago, without your things. Maybe he left it in his bedroom as a subconscious intention. He knew he wasn’t ready to let you go.

He had only gotten as far as the bed with the box before he set it back down again, the weight of it becoming increasingly heavy in his arms. Hovering over the box, he reached inside and took out the book you loaned him. It was the only book you had ever given to him.

The scene replayed in his mind. You were straddling his hips on the very same bed he stood in front of now, holding the book in your hands as you giggled. “Just read this one ‘silly’ romance novel,” you had told him, pushing the book against his chest as you wore a bright beam. “I promise it’s better than it looks, just trust my taste.” It had been so long since he saw you smile like that. However, looking back at the memory, he realized even then you were battling the inferiority he made you feel. Desperately trying to convince him that this one thing of yours was worthy of his time and attention.

He never did read the book. Staring at the cover, he knew he should have. If reading it would bring that smile back to him, would make you feel taller in his presence, he would sit down and read it cover to cover right that moment. But it was too little, too late.

Nevertheless, he carefully placed the book on top of his comforter. He would keep that piece of you.

Scooping the box up, he hesitantly began carrying it out of his room, his eyes lingering on the empty spaces left in his room from where he gathered your things earlier. The hook next to the door was void of your hoodies, the bedside table no longer served as the home for your small dish, painted with a butterfly. The differences from a month ago were small, no one else would notice them, but he did. And without your energy in the room, it felt void of color, vacant of life.

I have to let you go, he reminded himself. You deserved better. You deserved more. But why did this all feel like such a mistake then? Could doing the right thing really feel so wrong?

Re-entering the living room, he noticed the way your throat bobbed as your eyes stared at the box. Defeat flickered across your orbs, draining them of their radiance. Another piece of you dulled by him.

“Maybe we should have done this without actually meeting up,” you told him with a hint of a smile, trying but failing to lighten the mood. Your friends had pointed out to you that this was a bad idea. The same friends Minghao looked down upon for their differences in priorities, or as Minghao would say, ‘their lack of priorities.’ You never could understand how he could think so little of them but somehow claim to hold you in a higher regard, separating you from the people you associated yourself with.

“Yeah,” he let out a single breathy chuckle. “Maybe.”

Taking the box from him, you couldn’t bring yourself to explore the contents yet. You didn’t want to know what pieces of you he was willing to let go.

“It was good once. Wasn’t it?” He suddenly asked, making your eyes dart from the edge of the cardboard to meet his eyes. For a moment, you thought you caught a glimpse of the Minghao you once knew. The man who allowed you to see him, vulnerabilities and all, before he started slipping away. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought you could see through his steely demeanor, the man revealing the pain you hoped was hiding beneath the surface. But that was probably just the hope you clinged to anytime Minghao was involved. You were no longer certain he could ever be that person in front of you again.

“You put stars in my sky, Hao,” you told him with a small smile. “It was really good,” you confirmed. And it had been. You’d go back and do it all again, even if you knew this was the outcome. “Sometimes it was the best.”

That’s why it hurts so much, he thought.

You gave him a tight smile, just as the tears you had been fighting bubbled in your eyes. As he watched you blink, sending the tears rolling down your cheeks, Minghao realized that this was the worst pain he had ever felt. Watching you slowly fade away in his presence had been excruciating, but this was somehow worse. He had to let you leave, despite every nerve in his body screaming at him to stop you. Despite believing you wanted him to welcome you back in his arms.

Turning toward his door, and walking away from him, Minghao didn’t know if he was fighting to keep the call of your name lodged in his throat, aching to roll off his tongue, or if he was fighting to get your name out. You were leaving, using every last bit of strength you possessed to do so, and he was using the last of his to let you. His brain was racked with confusion and panic. If he let you leave, would it be for the last time?

And then you turned back toward him.

You had to turn back.

“I know I got closer to you than anyone else, but why wasn’t it close enough still?” You asked, no longer concerned with holding back your emotions. He would stand there composed and you’d be a mess but you didn't care anymore. “Fuck, I tried and tried to nudge my way into your mind, and I made it. I know I did. But here I am again, sitting on the outside wondering what the hell you’re thinking and how I ended up out here.”

Getting inside Minghao’s heart and mind was never something you took lightly. He was the kind of person who wasn’t going to let anyone in unless he expected them to be there forever. And you were in. Until you weren’t.

Minghao was stunned, frozen in place as he processed your words. He looked shocked and broken, for the first time in months giving you a glimpse into what he was actually feeling. It was him. And just like that, you felt that bit of hope light up inside your heart, the spark only Minghao could ignite.

“I don’t know what to say,” Minghao finally whispered, disappointed in his own words, matching the disappointment you felt.

“Say something,” you begged. Give me a reason to hope.

You could see the debate play out over his features, going back and forth inside his mind. It was so hard to tell what he was thinking, but you knew there was so much going on inside his mind. You just wanted a glimpse. “I’m doing this for you,” he finally spoke.

“Doing what?” You asked in surprise. “Chasing me away?”

“I’m not chasing you, I’m just-”

“Well that’s for sure.” He should have chased after you when you first left. But he didn’t. Instead, he watched you disappear down his corridor.

“I’m letting you leave.”

(one month ago)

Standing in the hallway, you stared at Minghao, searching for some sort of sign of him wanting you to stay and fight it out with you. For a couple months things had been difficult with him. One moment you were completely connected, the two of you forming a union that was unlike anything you had ever felt before. But the next, he was withdrawn. You knew you put stress on the relationship, never living up to the potential Minghao saw in you, but you never expected it to drive him away like it did.

“You don’t hurt me,” you defended him. “We just-can’t seem to communicate anymore.”

You both stared at one another for a moment, racking your brains for something to say. For a solution. You needed a time machine. Maybe it wouldn’t change the outcome, but you could at least live this life with him once more.

“You’re not here anymore,” you finally told him. “I never know where you are, what you’re thinking.”

“I’m right here,” he replied, looking down at his physical presence.

“No you’re not, Hao.” You felt the tears well up in your eyes, and the last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of him when he was so- vacant and composed. “What are we even doing anymore?” You shrugged, your voice weak as you waved your white flag. “This isn’t us.” You and Minghao stared at each other for a moment, searching each other’s eyes. No matter how hard you tried to read him, you couldn’t. He was too far away, too far gone, separate from you and your relationship. “Or is it?”

Minghao opened his mouth to speak before pausing, collecting his thoughts. Always so calm and put together. You wished he’d just speak his mind, no filter, just raw emotion. “I don’t know.”

“What?” You asked, shocked and confused.

“I make you feel like shit.” The comment pulled you back into the present moment, Minghao standing in front of you, his appearance slightly more disheveled than before.

“Is this why you pulled away?” You asked him, everything slowly piecing together in your mind.

“I make you feel small,” Minghao told you quietly. Meekly. It was so unlike him. “You don’t think I notice, and I don’t know, maybe I didn’t at first. Maybe I didn’t notice the extent of it, but I do see it. And you shouldn’t be made to feel like that with anyone but definitely not your partner.”

Stunned. You couldn’t even think for a moment, staring at the man who always knew more than he let on. “I-”

“I wasn’t chasing you away. I was- I don’t know, I didn’t like being misunderstood by you but mostly I just didn’t want to make you feel like that. If you had less of me, maybe I would hurt you less.”

“So you locked me out,” you concluded, unsure if you were more angry or just horribly sad. Angry that he took it upon himself to decide what was best for you, or sad because he felt he had to in the first place.

“It was never because I didn’t want you,” he clarified, wanting to make that abundantly clear to you. You could see it in how his demeanor began to crumble. He was tired of hurting you. “How could I ever not want you?” He asked, almost only to himself as his voice became more hoarse.

“So you made the decision for me?” You weren't trying to harp on the negative or magnify his mistakes, but you couldn’t simply move past the fact that he uprooted himself on your behalf, having no idea what you actually wanted. When he looked at you with confusion, you shifted on your feet, trying to keep control of your frustration. “You saw that I felt inferior around you and so you decided to pull away, not giving me a choice in the matter.”

“What was I supposed to do?”

“Not leave me in the cold,” you told him sternly, raising your voice slightly. “Not shut me out because you decided that’s what’s best for me.”

“When I’m here with you, you’re hurting. When I’m gone, you’re hurting. And when you’re hurting, I’m hurting,” he admitted, the words stabbing your chest. How could two people in love cause each other so much strife. “I don’t know what to do.” A sob nearly escaped his lips before he swallowed it down, wiping his face to rid himself of the tears that fell against his will. Finally, you were witnessing his vulnerability once again, but it didn’t feel nearly as relieving as you had hoped it would. You didn’t want to see him feel so small in your presence. And that’s when you realized just how you had been hurting him all this time. It wasn’t your intention, just as it was never his either. But it was happening.

“Did you ever think that maybe this isn’t your issue to fix?” You asked him, stepping toward him before stopping yourself. Minghao was crying and it wasn’t your place to wipe his tears away. But god you wanted to. Exhaling, you shook your head. “At least not yours alone to fix.”

Minghao was the most emotionally intelligent person you’d ever met. You knew he’d understand what you were saying to him. You should have been your own person, assured of who you were without his approval. Should Minghao have been more encouraging for the person you were now rather than who you could be? Sure. But the conflicts weren’t all on his shoulders.

“I always did accept you for you,” he told you, wanting to provide that assurance, whether you needed it or not. “I need you to know that. I’m sorry it didn’t feel that way.”

“I’m sorry I let my insecurities keep me from seeing that,” you apologized back.

Nodding at you, Minghao inhaled deeply as he attempted to gather himself. However, the moment he spoke tears appeared back in his eyes as his lip quivered. “I don’t know where we go from here.”

As though your emotions were intertwined with his, your tears gathered along your lash line as well. “I don’t either,” you shook your head. Evading his gaze, you looked down at the box in your hands, looking over your items. There was the butterfly dish you set your jewelry in before bed. The hoodie you rarely wore because you preferred Minghao’s. There was even an old water bottle in there that you had forgotten you even owned, and the key to your apartment. That one stung a little more than the rest of the items.

“I kept the book,” Minghao noted, making you look up at him with wide eyes.

“Did you read-”

“I’m going to,” he nodded. “I should have already, but I’m going to.”

In that moment, you could choose bitterness, or you could choose to accept his determination as a new hope that things could get better. That he would meet you where you are and not where you could be. And that he’d let you decide for yourself whether or not you met him there when you were ready.

Nodding at him, you looked over at the box sitting on his couch, full of his items that felt like pulling teeth to get rid of. Without a word, you walked past Minghao, directly to the box, and reached inside.

Minghao watched as you lifted the tea set out of the box and placed it inside the one you were leaving with. With that one single gesture, he felt a bit more hopeful. He could feel his pessimism being replaced with a reignited optimism that maybe things could actually get better between you both.

“That’s not really the point. Is it?” you had told him moments earlier about the tea set. Taking the tea set with you wasn’t about the ceramics, or about learning how to conduct a tea ceremony. It was about the possibility of connection between you both. It was an extended hand. An open door.

When you walked by him once again, he watched as you stalled in front of him, your eyes meeting his. He stood still as you lifted your hand toward his face and brushed a tear off his cheek with the pad of your thumb. Instinctively, Minghao wrapped his hand around your wrist, holding it there for just a moment, staying in this moment for as long as he could. An extended hand. He didn’t know the next time he’d be able to see you like this. Touch you like this. He missed your touch more than he realized. It was so obvious to him, to you both, that you still shared so much love.

With tears in your eyes, you gave Minghao a small smile. He was so thankful for the moment of softness that he could feel himself tearing up in response to it. It wasn’t the smile he wanted, the one he missed so dearly, but it was something.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself,” you told him, the man chuckling in response as a tear slid down his cheek, collecting on the side of your thumb. “Promise me.”

“I promise,” he whispered, sniffling just as you removed your hand from him, Minghao’s grasp on your wrist releasing. He already missed you as you began walking away from him, but he had to trust that he would see you again.

Before you could make it far, however, Minghao called out to you. He needed you to hear him before you left, the man not sure how long you’d be gone. You turned to face him, and Minghao took a deep breath. “I-” he stuttered, but he noticed the way you patiently waited for him to pull himself together. “You put the stars in your own sky,” he told you, negating your earlier comment and instilling his belief in you once more. “I was just lucky enough to gaze at them with you.”

You gave him the tiniest of close-mouthed smiles, your expression conveying appreciation, before you turned around one last time and made your way to the door. Minghao couldn’t watch you leave, choosing to look at the floor as he listened to you open the door and walk through it. He waited for the click of the latch, alerting him to your departure, but it never came.

Looking up in confusion, Minghao found the door left slightly ajar. And though you weren’t there, he was filled with hope.

You left. But you left him with an open door.

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realcube · 4 years ago

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you flinch during an argument

navi | masterlist | taglist

thank you to anon for this request

characters ♡ suna, atsumu & sakusa

content warning ♡ cursing, angst, mentions of abuse, hurt to comfort, hinted ptss, parent!reader (in sakusa’s)

rintarō suna

♡ he paced back and forth through the living room, casting you dirty looks whenever you try to speak

♡ you rolled your eyes at how far he took your singular comment on his volleyball career

♡ you were aware that what you said might’ve offended him and in any other situation you would’ve just apologised but considering how needlessly confrontational he was being, of course you were going to be mean too

♡ ‘rin, you’re being overdramatic.’ you muttered off-handedly, assuming he’d brush it off like everything else you said, so ofc you did not expect what he did next

♡ he suddenly stormed over to you

♡ not only did he take you by surprise but also his furrowed brows and generally mad aura unnerved you too, so your natural instinct was to flinch

♡ once he saw that, he immediately stopped in his tracks

♡ his head slowly tilted to the side and his clenched jaw loosened, ‘(y/n)?’

♡ your hands were still covering your face but when you heard the suna’s soft voice, you realised what you had just done and craned your neck out to peer over your hands, ‘yes?’

♡ obviously, his intention wasn’t to hurt you but rather just stand in front of you. though it worried him that your natural instinct was to prepare yourself for harm from him. despite the fact he would/has never hit you.

♡ ‘are you okay?’ he sighed, slowly approaching you as if you were a small critter that’d run away in fright at any moment

♡ you hesitantly lowered your arms, eyes wide as you intensely examined his every move, ‘i’m fine. are you okay?’

♡ suna gestured to the seat beside you on the couch, ‘i’m good. can i sit?’

♡ you simply nodded

♡ he reluctantly sat down next to you and gently placed his hand on your knee, tracing circles with his thumb, ‘i didn’t mean to scare you. i’m sorry.’ he said, his now hushed voice contrasting to how sharp and loud his words were just a minute ago

♡ you blinked rapidly, shocked at how quickly his demeanour changed but also relieved he realised that what he did brought you discomfort, ‘it’s fine, i guess. it just looked like you were going to- y’know. and i’m sorry too, what i said was uncalled for’ you murmured, the words just falling from your lips without any prior thought as your mind was somewhere else

♡ ‘i’d never do that.’ he blurted out, ‘but i get why you might’ve thought.’

♡ a few minutes passed and not a word was spoken - you just blankly stared at the wall opposite, completely lost in thought while suna closed his eyes, slumped back in his seat and revaluated everything he did

♡ eventually, you snapped out of your contemplation and turned to look at him, only to see his sleeping figure beside you

♡ it was probably the most peaceful you’ve saw him all day - so you decided against waking him up and instead cuddled up to him, accidentally falling asleep yourself

atsumu miya

♡ you had your arms crossed over your chest, patiently waiting for atsumu to finish his hissy fit

♡ ‘it was a fucking joke, (y/n)! not that i’d expect you to understand my humour anyway. do you not get what you did? you fucking embarrassed me.’

♡ ‘it wasn’t a very funny joke, atsumu.’ you shook your head disapprovingly, trying your very best to keep a level-head but his nasty remarks didn’t make it an easy task for you, ‘you made me really uncomfortable so of course i was going to say something. also, i didn’t embarrass you, you embarrassed yourself.’

♡ the fact you weren’t as worked-up about this as he was only irritated him more. because deep-down, he knew he was being overdramatic and the contrast between both of your demeanours only highlighted this fact.

♡ he gritted his teeth together, momentarily side-eyeing you before absentmindedly cracking his knuckles

♡ he cracked his bones when he got tense - you knew this - but there was a faint voice at the back of your head, insisting that you had to run away bc he was preparing to hit you

♡ and it didn’t help when he jerked his head around to look at you

♡ though it was only the movement of his neck, this caused you to flinch as a part of you expected his hasty motion to be followed by a swing of his hand

♡ you never really thought too much of your action and assumed atsumu would pay no mind to it and continue to talk but you couldn’t have been more wrong

♡ he slapped his hand over his mouth and let out gasp as though his whole soul was exiting his body through his mouth

♡ your eyes were squeezed shut but you blinked them open to see when you mentally established that atsumu wasn’t going to swing at you and had actually stopped yelling

♡ ‘(y/n)- i’d- i’d never do that!’ the volume of his voice gradually rose as he spoke, starting as breathy emphasis and increasing to a cry

♡ upon noticed his appalled expression and his frozen structure, you dropped your arms which you had automatically raised in defence, ‘you’d never do what?’ you voice was hushed, afraid that if you spoke too loud, you’d reignite his temper

♡ he rushed over to your side, immediately opening up his strong arms for you to enter, if you wished, ‘i’d never hit you.’

♡ both his eyes and tone seemed sincere so without even thinking, you found yourself leaning into his embrace, his arms holding you close - but gently

♡ you really had no reason not to believe him as he’s never harmed you purposely in the past and he didn’t plan on harming you just there; he didn’t even plan on intimidating you but that kinda just happened involuntarily

♡ he had so much on his mind, so much he needed so say at once, so much he wanted you to know. hence, it all came out as rambles.

♡ ‘i love you, (y/n). i love you so much. i don’t want anyone to hurt you - including myself. i just want you to feel safe - i want you to be safe - so i’ll leave if you don’t feel that way with me around. i can understand why you wouldn’t. but heh, i guess it’s quite funny because i feel the safest when i’m with you. well, it’s not funny - i’m actually gonna miss you like hell - but it’s ironic. i wouldn’t even dream of harming you, love, but i don’t expect you to live in fear constantly so yeah, i’ll go if you want me to.’

♡ you blinked rapidly against his chest, pulling back to look him in the eyes and to your surprise, he appeared to be in more tears than you

♡ ‘i love you too, atsumu.’ you cooed, wiping away one of his tears with your shivering hand, ‘we don’t have to break-up. i mean, truthfully, i feel safe when you’re around too.’

♡ he let out an audible sigh of relief, ‘thank goodness.’

♡ a few moments passed of you just silently enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms until he spoke up once again while placing an infintite amount of kisses on your forehead, punctuating each kiss with an ‘i love you.’

kiyoomi sakusa

♡ he was sitting beside you on the bed but he had long before withdrew his arm which rested behind your head when you expressed your concern surrounding his hostile behaviour lately

♡ ‘omi, i’m too ti--’

♡ ‘don’t call me that.’

♡ you sighed as you realised that this had spiralled into a heated fight which you really didn’t intend for it to become. all you wanted to do was talk to him about how rude he’s been to you and the baby as of recently and try to work out a solution but he had turned this into something way bigger than it needed to be.

♡ the remarks he was throwing around - as if they were nothing - resulted in a wrath bubbling in the pits of your stomach, which had been present and building up since the start of sakusa’s attitude problems

♡ you knew that if this argument didn’t stop soon, you’d lash out on him and although you really didn’t have a problem with that in theory, you had spent hours trying to get the baby to fall asleep and you didn’t want to risk waking them up with the noise

♡ and though you hated to give sakusa (mental) praise in a situation like this, you had to admit that he was good at keeping his voice down even while angry

♡ so you decided that it was best to diffuse this situation quickly and pick it up at a later date, ‘you know what, kiyoomi--’

♡ ‘don’t call me that either.’ at this point it was clear he was just saying that to piss you off, and it was working

♡ ‘--i’m going to bed; i’m tired from doing all the work in this damn house. we’ll talk about this later.’

♡ sakusa quirked a brow, scoffing at your statement despite the fact it was completely true

♡ ‘no, let’s talk about it right now. since you clearly have a lot to say.’

♡ instead of replying, you gave him what he deserved - the silent treatment

♡ you casually pulled off your slippers, tossing them aside, proceeding to do other nightly activities - while completely ignoring his presence - then reached down to pull the duvet over yourself so you could drift into sweet, serene slumber to imagine a life where sakusa acted like loved you again

♡ ‘(y/n).’ sakusa snapped, his voice sharp and demanding, ‘listen to me. talk to me- god, you’re so immature.’

♡ your eyes widened; out of the corner of your eye you saw him quickly raise his arm

♡ during your three years of marriage with sakusa, not once had he ever purposefully harmed you - physically or emotionally - but you were aware that what you were doing displeased him so your immediate reaction was to turn away and shield yourself with your forearms

♡ sakusa froze

♡ moments passed and you had yet to feel the impact of his hand so you lowered your defences to peer at him, only to see that his arm was stretched upwards as he yawned

♡ his gaze flickered between you and his arm - he was truly at a loss for words at what he just witnessed

♡ a lump formed at the back of his dry throat as he didn’t dare to speak, trying to communicate all his emotions through his eyes which grew increasingly difficult as they began to burn with tears and ache from the elongated period of time he went without blinking

♡ he wanted to tell you that he’d never lay an finger on you in that way, that he adores you and he was aware of how he’s been treating you recently but he was previously too arrogant to change his ways. now he was ready to change though, if it’s not too late.

♡ but all that came out was a choked syllable followed by a cough

♡ ‘are you okay, omi?’ you tilted your head, watching as your husband coughed his lungs out beside you, his puffy, irritated eyes squeezed shut

♡ he eventually managed to catch his breath and the first thing he did was offer his shaky hand to you

♡ though you were reluctant at first, upon meeting his gaze, it was as though his fury had melted away. his eyebrows were no longer knitted together, his judgemental sneer was now a gentle smile he wore to try reassure you and the way he looked at you resembled how he did on your wedding day. all the resentment, all the stress and all irritation was gone - which left you with the considerate, understanding man you had married.

♡ you fingers found their way to his as you slowly intertwined them together, ‘we should, uh, g-get some rest, yeah?’ you stuttered, your lips gradually curling into a weak grin

♡ a faint hum of agreement could be heard from sakusa as he shuffled so he was now laying down, with a duvet draped over him

♡ though he lay with the intention of going to sleep, he kept his hand locked with yours all throughout the night

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Undercover | Mob!Steve Rogers

I saw this post by @rosierose-e and got inspired to write this mob! Steve Rogers smut. All mistakes are my own.

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Warning: Smut!!! NSFW choking, cockwarming, swearing

Part Two

Word Count: 5k

You squinted as you looked at yourself in the mirror. The weight of the false lashes a foreign feeling on your eyes. You felt like a clown. This was not you at all. You wore the basics: some foundation, concealer, blush, mascara and if you were really feeling fancy a lip gloss. But nothing heavy. One, your skin was unforgiving and if you went heavier than the BB cream you used you would have pimples for days. Two, in your line of work heavy makeup just wasn’t ideal.

“Wow, you look amazing.” You looked up in the mirror to see the rookie Peter Parker getting into the van behind you. Peter was sweet, a little naive, but a good agent nonetheless. He had joined the force about three months ago and Director Fury had insisted he learn from the best, so now he was your partner for the remainder of the year.

“Thanks, Pete.” You sighed as you straightened up, pulling the hem of the skin tight black dress down only to have it bunch up again. “I feel ridiculous.”

“Well you don’t look it.” He handed you a cup of coffee and you took it with a grateful smile. You needed all the caffeine you could get tonight.

Tonight you were going undercover at the notorious Red White and Blue Gala hosted by none other than notorious mob boss Steve Rogers. It was his lame attempt and pretending to be an upstanding citizen but hosting an event in honor of the men and women in service. A good cause but for a bad reason. It was rumored that more than just helpful charity happened at this event.

You and the rest of your team had been tailing Rogers for close to two years. Trying to get anything to tie the bastard down to all the crimes you knew his organization was behind. But he was good at his job. Leaving no trace evidence that could link any of the nefarious acts back to him.

He was a cocky son of a bitch and you wanted to be the one to nail him.

Peter glanced down at the watch on his wrist before clapping his hands together. “Almost showtime, partner.”

You felt your hands get clammy as the nerves started to wrack your body. You had done undercover work before in the last seven years you’ve been a part of the force but there was something different about this one. Something more dangerous. Steve Rogers was a dangerous man.

You turned back to the mirror and fixed your hair and makeup one last time before letting out a long breath. You again tried to pull down the hem of the dress but with no avail. You wanted badly to be mad at the catering company that you had been able to infiltrate but you knew that this was probably the work of Rogers. Sick bastard.

You slipped on the four inch heels they gave you and you nearly stumbled into Peter as you tried to take a step. Heels. Another thing not usually worn in your line of business.

“Okay, this is a listening device.” Peter explained as he pinned a small but beautiful butterfly pin on your right breast. You couldn’t help but chuckle as his hands fumbled as he accidentally grazed over where your nipple would be. “Sorry.”

“It’s a boob, Parker. It’s fine.” Peter just nodded before finishing pinning it.

“Anyway,” he continued. “It’ll be recording everything that we need and coming right back here to my feed in the van. It’s small enough that it won’t get detected by any scanners. Unfortunately we won’t be able to communicate but if you say ‘pineapple’ we’ll come in and get you out.”

“Pineapple.” You said more to yourself than to Peter.

“Pineapple. And I mean, Y/N. Anything starts to get fishy you get out of there. Roger’s is ruthless.”

“I know.” You patted his shoulder. “Thanks for looking out for me, rook.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He pushed you out the van. “Kick ass, partner.”

You gave him a small salute before turning around and following another group of girls dressed just like you into the expansive mansion in front of you.

You tried not to be too awestruck as you took in the structure of the building. It looked like something out of an old mystery novel. The entire place was dark. Dark wood and dark furniture. The lights all a dimmed tan light that fed into the mysterious atmosphere. Your eyes darted to the artwork that littered the wall, all depictions of a fall from grace.

Is that how you see yourself, Rogers? A fallen angel?

“Hey!” You snapped back to attention as a frantic voice called over to you. “What the hell are you doing? Get to the kitchen.”

You bit your tongue as you glared at the rude man before following the rest of the women into the kitchen.

Dressed all like you, there were probably about twenty other women there. All of them easily could have been supermodels. The rude man pushed you towards a group of about three of them who were all balancing drinks on a tray.

“Grab one and go.” The man, Stan you gathered from his nametag, said before turning to another group of women. You picked up a tray and prayed to all powers in the universe that the combination of full glasses of wine and these heels didn’t cause you to completely embarrass yourself.

The ballroom was huge. You suddenly felt very small as you wandered around the room, offering drinks to some of New York’s most high profile residents. You kept your eyes peeled for the familiar mob boss. Your heart rate sped up as you noticed him across the room, chatting with a beautiful woman. You watched as he leaned down and whispered something to her, causing her to blush before playfully pushing his shoulder. He just smirked before turning his attention to the man on the other side of him-Clint Barton, completely ignoring her now, but she still stayed by his side watching his every move.

Pathetic.

You had to get to him. Get him alone and get him talking. But how?

“Well aren’t you the prettiest thing in the room.” You felt yourself stiffen as a pair of hands wandered down your back and rested on your hip. The smell of expensive cologne attacking your senses.

Slowly you turned around to find James “Bucky” Barnes looking at you like a predator to its prey. Bucky, was Steve’s right hand man. His best friend. He was handsome. Dark hair, even darker blue eyes and a smirk, that if he was anyone else, would have your panties melted off before you could even blink. You glanced down at the infamous metal arm that was hidden underneath an expensive suit jacket, but his hand flexed slightly as he noticed you looking at it.

“Thank you, Mr. Barnes.” You forced out. “Can I offer you a drink?” You pushed the tray between the two of you in offering and also creating more space.

“No, I’m all set, doll.” He raised his glass of scotch. “Just wanted to talk to a pretty thing like you.”

“There are plenty of other beautiful women here.” You said, your voice slightly cold. You hoped he would get the hint.

“None quite like you.” He smirked and you fought everything in you to roll your eyes.

“Does that line actually work?”

Bucky took a step back at your bluntness. You see out of the corner of your eye, Rogers and Barton start to head towards the door. You had to make a move, because if he left to go do business he might not come back down for a while.

“It was nice talking to you, Mr. Barnes.” You quickly moved past him, ignoring his short “wait”. You rushed, but not too obviously, towards where Steve was heading. If you went fast enough you could cut him off. You felt your heart drop to your stomach as you tripped over your heels, the tray in your hand shooting forward and the glasses of red wine landing square on Steve Rogers’ suit.

“What the fuck?” The room went silent at his angry outburst. You stumbled as you tried to stand up, but were immediately hoisted up when his large hands wrapped around the tops of your arms.

“I’m so sorry, sir.” You sputtered. For a moment you forgot where you were. Why you were here. His blue eyes, dark with fury, scanned your face as he held your arms. You had never really taken a good look at him. All pictures in his file weren’t anything special or high definition. But now, seeing him up close? You were beginning to understand the woman from earlier giddiness.

He was beautiful.

You bit your lip as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. You suddenly felt very aware of your body and the fact that he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you.

“Go.” He pushed you towards the door he had been walking to with Barton. You walked through the door with shaky legs as you heard him mutter something to Barton before following you.

“Sir, I’m so-”

“Shut up.” He growled as he stepped through the door, the heavy wood slamming shut behind him. “Walk.”

You hesitated. You didn’t know where he wanted you to walk to. Grumbling, Steve once again pushed you forward and you just started walking down the hallway. As you walked down you noticed a door that was slightly ajar. You glanced in while walking past and took note of the firearms and drugs that were very obviously there.

“Keep. Walking.” Steve’s voice was harsh in your ear before you heard him slam the door shut.

“Yes, sir.” you muttered.

The two of you continued to walk until you made it to the room at the end of the hall. Tentatively you opened it, waiting for any different direction, but Steve remained silent behind you so you continued.

The room was...different. It was very different from the dark vibe of the rest of the house. There was a large bay window to your left that overlooked the back of the house that homed a large garden and pool. The walls were painted a soft beige and the furniture a lighter wood than the rest of the house. Even the bed was covered in a white duvet that looked like a cloud just waiting to be jumped on. It was homey. It was nice.

“Mr. Rogers-”

“Who do you work for?” He demanded, shutting the door.

You froze. You tried hard to make sure your face didn’t give away anything as he stared you down. You didn’t let your gaze falter as he stalked closer to you.

“Lee’s Catering.” You answered earnestly.

“Bullshit.” He was now only a foot away from you. His broad shoulders heaving as he raked you up and down. “I know every single girl that works for Stan. I’ve never seen you before. So answer me again and honestly this time. Who the fuck do you work for?”

“So he’s not allowed to hire new girls?” You snapped, immediately covering your mouth with your hand.

Fuck.

“Watch your tone with me, sweetheart. You’re on very thin ice right now.” He closed the final gap between the two of you and you gasped when his hand went around your throat, but not tightening enough to cut off any oxygen.

“That old bat isn’t allowed to hire anyone that I haven’t vetted.” He hissed in your ear. You shuttered as the vibrato of his voice sent shivers straight down to your core.

“Please.” Your voice came out in a whisper as your eyes pleaded with him.

Steve opened his mouth but nothing came out, his nose brushed along the curve of your neck and you sucked in a breath as his mouth latched onto the sensitive spot underneath your jaw.

“Strip.” He commanded, pushing you back causing you to fall onto the bed.

“What?”

“Take off your fucking clothes so I can see if you’re wired.” He snapped. You slowly pulled at the hem of your dress before drawing it up your body and over your head. Before you could fully get it off he stopped you. Your heart stopped as he reached over to the butterfly pin and pulled it off the dress. You watched in horror as he walked to his door, opening it and calling out to someone at the end of the hall.

“Yeah boss?” You tried to see him, but Steve’s frame was blocking the small opening in the door.

“Take this and run a test. Let me know if it’s bugged.” He demanded before closing the door. When he turned around he raised an expectant eyebrow at you letting you know you still had to take off the dress. You resumed your actions and turned your face away when his eyes flared at the matching set of red lingerie you had on underneath.

“See? No wires.” You whispered.

Steve didn’t say anything as he stalked towards you, rolling up the sleeves to the dress shirt he had on. Your body flushed as he leaned over you, his strong arms resting on either side of your chest. Slowly, he moved on hand to the strap of your bra before lowering it down off your shoulder. His thumb brushed over your pebbling nipple and you wanted to smack the smirk that formed on his face straight off.

“I better double check you’re not hiding anything anywhere.” He muttered before pulling the cup of your bra down, exposing your left breast. You shuttered as his thumb brushed over it again, this time with no barrier. His mouth was hot as wrapped his lips around the bud, causing you to let out an unwilling moan. Your hips bucked up as his tongue expertly ran over your nipple. His deftly unclipped your bra and moved his mouth to your other breast and continued the same assault. His hands moved down to your hips to steady them from bucking against his growing member.

“Hmm, looks like we’re clear up here.” He chuckled as his lips moved up to your jaw before capturing your mouth with his.

The kiss was fiery and embarrassingly so sent a wave of pleasure down to your aching core. You moaned into the kiss as you ran your fingers through his hair, giving it a tight tug. Steve growled at your movements as he fully leaned into you now, his muscular thighs trapping yours on the bed.

You ran your tongue along his bottom lip before slipping it in to find his own. You nearly came as Steve moaned into your mouth, his hands tightening on you and pulling you up to meet his rutting hips. Using all your strength you spun the two of you around, your mouths still connected, so you were now straddling his pelvis. You pulled away from the kiss and sat up.

Steve slowly opened his eyes, his pupils blown in desire as he looked up at you through hooded eyes. You began to unbutton his wine stained shirt, running your hands over his porcelain skin when it was fully opened. You traced your fingers over the tattoos that littered his abs and ribs. You took pleasure in the fact that Steve would shiver with every pass of your fingertip.

“I’m sorry about the stain, Mr. Rogers.” You said innocently, leaning down, your breasts pushed together as they rested on his now bare chest.

“You should be, princess.” His voice was deep. You let out a small yelp as one of his hands gave a harsh slap to your ass. “This is an expensive shirt. And don’t even get me started on the trousers.”

You hummed in understanding as you gave tiny kisses across his jaw and neck, taking time to suck on the skin around his collarbone. Your hands wandered down his body till they came in contact with the trousers in question. Slowly you sat up, running your hands over the stain on his pants but your eyes never leaving his.

“I hope you can get the stain out.” You licked your lips as you moved your body down his own until your face was directly by his crotch and the stain. You sucked on the stain near his cock and smiled when his member jumped in his briefs. You slowly pulled down his pants until he was just in his underwear, his cock trying so hard to break free from it’s confines.

Steve groaned as you finally freed his aching member. You gave the tip a little kitten lick as you looked up at him. He was now resting his weight on his arms as he leaned back and watched you in absolute wonder. You brushed your thumb across the tip, dragging the precum that had gathered there down the rest of his shaft. Your mouth watered at the thought of having him in your mouth. But you wanted to torture him a bit more.

You ran your tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock, while your hand squeezed lightly at the base. You wrapped your lips around the tip, your tongue playing with the slit there before pulling back with a pop.

“Mhmm, tasty.” You continued treating him like your own personal lollipop, but never fully enveloping his dick in your mouth.

“Sweetheart, either fucking suck it like I know you can or I’ll shove it down your fucking throat.” Steve wrapped your hair into a makeshift ponytail and forced your head up. “Got it?”

You didn’t respond, instead you finally took him into your mouth. You pushed past your gag reflex and took him all the way in until your nose brushed against the hairs on his naval.

“Oh fuck.” Steve’s voice praised as he started moving his hips, fucking his cock down the back of your throat.

Your eyes watered as you let him use your throat as his own little fuck toy. You reached between your legs trying to relieve the tension that was building there. You moaned around his cock as your fingers toyed with your clit.

“Shit, I wanna come in that fucking pussy.” He moaned as he pulled you off the floor and threw you back on the bed. You laid back, your fingers moving back to your clit as you watched him fully take off his clothes. He watched you with interest as you moved your lace panties to the side and slid a finger up your slit, gathering your juices before gently rubbing your clit again. He ran his hands up your legs before grabbing your hand and stopping your actions.

“This,” He patted harshly against your pussy and you moaned at the sensation. “Is mine. Don’t touch, unless I tell you to.”

“Yes, sir.” You moaned as his fingers replaced yours. Your back arched as he dipped one finger into your hole.

“Fuck, baby. When was the last time somebody fucked this little cunt? You’re so fucking tight, baby.” He moaned, watching as your pussy greedily closed around his finger.

“You’re gonna feel so good around my cock, sweetheart.” Steve’s eyes met yours and for a moment he looked like a man that you might actually want to be with. His cold exterior was gone and replaced with a man who was just as lustfully lost as you were.

“I want your cock now. Please.” you cried out as he slipped another finger in. Your body bucking as he curled his fingers up hitting that spot that so few had been able to get to with you.

“Yeah? My little slut wants daddy’s cock to fill her up?” He leaned over you, capturing your lips again. You moaned into his mouth at his words. You never admitted it to anyone but you always had a little bit of a daddy kink. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

“Please, daddy.” You whimpered against his lips as your hips bucked against his. “Please fuck me.”

Steve chuckled darkly, kissing you quickly again, before ripping your panties clean off your body. You didn’t even care that he just ruined the most expensive pair of underwear you owned. You just needed his cock in you now.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you watched him lineup his cock with your dripping hole, slowly pushing the head into your tight channel. You both let out moans as he bottomed out. He fell forward, his forehead resting against yours. You whined as you tried to move your hips against his but he just forced them down with his hands.

“Steve!” You all but screamed. “Please.”

“Patience, baby.” He said through gritted teeth. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight. Squeezing daddy’s cock so good. I just need a minute.”

You let out a humph as you continued to buck your hips against his.

“What the fuck did I just say?” He growled, he leaned up and wrapped his hand around your throat. “Don’t be a fucking brat.”

You opened your mouth to apologize but it was overtaken as you let out a yelp as he pulled himself out before slamming his cock back into you. You threw your head back as he fucked into you relentlessly, his hand tightening around your throat. You were in a state of euphoria as his cock dragged in and out of your walls.

“Oh my god.” You mewl as he continues to completely destroy your pussy. Before you could process what’s happening, Steve flips you over so your face is pushed into the fluffy comforter. He pulls your hips back so your ass is in the air and he easily slides back into you.

“Tight little cunt fucking loves my cock.” You cry out as his hand delivers a slap against your ass before moving to your hips and pushing you back onto his dick. You feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as the tip of his cock hits your g-spot.

“Daddy!” You call out. Steve leans over and pulls you up by your neck, causing your back to be flush with his front as he fucks up into you. His other hand moves down to play with your clit.

“Are you gonna come baby girl? I feel your pussy milking my cock. You wanna come?” He growls in your ear. “Huh? You wanna come all over my cock?”

“Yes! Oh god, yes!”

“I’m so close, princess.” He drops his head into the crook of your neck. “Come on, baby. Squeeze my cock, make daddy come with you.”

You feel that familiar feeling in your tummy as your orgasm approaches.

“Shit.” You breathe out as your orgasm gets closer and closer. Steve’s fingers move faster against your clit. You cry out as your orgasm finally crashes over you. Steve lets out a groan as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, his cum shooting inside your walls.

“You feel so good.” He breathes as his orgasm dies down. You hum in agreement but you’re too tired to say anything else. You close your eyes as you feel Steve lower your both to the bed. You whimper as he pulls out of you.

“I’ll be right back.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and you just give him a nod. You’re completely incoherent. Totally fucked out. He’s gone for a couple minutes and you hear the water in the bathroom running before he comes back. With your eyes closed you don’t see how he pauses at the side of bed, appreciating the curves of your body as you curled yourself under one of his many blankets.

You whine as you feel him move the blanket before running a washcloth between your legs. “Steve?”

“Yes, princess?” You hate that your stomach flutters at the nickname.

“Don’t leave.” You mutter, closing your eyes once more.

Steve doesn’t respond for a second and at first you think that he’s going to leave but then you feel the bed dip and a strong arm pulling you close. You smile to yourself as your hand lands on top of his.

“Get some rest.” He whispers in your ear.

“Mmkay.” you hum and you don’t know if it’s your imagination or not but you swore you felt Steve smile against your skin.

You wake with a jolt. You glance at the clock and curse silently. You’ve been asleep for two hours. You turn over and see Steve still there, his eyes closed and his breathing steady. You find yourself staring at his long eyelashes and how they rest gently along the tops of his cheek. He doesn’t look like a scary mob boss here. He looks human. He looks peaceful.

“I can feel you staring.” Steve opens one eye and gives you a small smile. “Like what you see?”

You gasp as he grabs you and has you straddle his hips. You rest your hands easily on his chest and stare down at him, smirking as you feel his cock start to stir.

“Hmmm, I love these.” His hands reach up and twist at your nipples causing you to bite back a moan.

“Steve…”

“And your pussy is so responsive to me, princess. It’s like it was made for me.” He rubs his thumb across your clit. “I can feel how wet you are again.”

“Well you’re playing with my clit. Of course I’m gonna get wet.” You retort.

Steve raises an eyebrow at you. “You really think being sassy is in your best interest?”

You roll your eyes but don’t respond. Steve grumbles before lifting you up a bit and impaling you on his now hard cock.

“Fuck!” You slap his chest and Steve chuckles. Nonetheless you start rocking your hips against his.

“Nuh uh,” Steve tuts. He holds your hips still. “You’re just gonna sit here like this. Keep me nice and warm.”

“Steveeee.” You whine, lowering your head to his chest.

“Don’t be such a brat then.” He growls. You raise your head to look at him and even though his words are tough, his eyes are soft. And for a moment your taken back. “So sit still for daddy.”

You groan but stay still. Steve runs his fingers up and down your back, tracing patterns along your skin and you hum in appreciation. Your peaceful moment is upended though when his phone rings on the nightstand next to him.

“Rogers.” He answers quickly. You stay quiet as you hear the voice on the other end of the line talk about the product movement. You smirk to yourself as Steve begins to discuss logistics, completely ignoring your presence.

“I’m a little busy, Stark.” Tony Stark? As in Mayor of the city Tony Stark? He was in on this too. “I’ll call you back.” Steve threw his phone back on the nightstand and brought your face up to his to pull you into a searing kiss.

“Please, daddy?” You say against his lips. You start rocking your hips again and this time, Steve doesn’t stop you.

You're a moaning mess as Steve’s hips snap up yours, your orgasm fast approaching.

“Gonna cum already?”

“Yes, yes! Oh god, I’m so close!” You breathe as he quickens his pace.

“Cum, baby girl. Make a mess on daddy.” He groans, his head tipping back.

“Steve!” You choke out as your body spasms with pleasure. Steve comes quickly after you and you shutter as you feel his seed leaking out of your worn out hole.

You lay your head down on his chest again and try to gather your thoughts. You need to get out of here.

“I should go.” You whisper, sitting up. Steve’s cock is still inside you and you almost don’t want to leave because you feel so full.

“I wanna see you again.” He runs his fingers across your cheek. The sense of power you feel seeing the country’s biggest mob boss underneath you, drunk on your sex is overwhelming. You love the feeling.

“You will. Soon.” You lean down and give him a deep kiss. “I promise.” You peck his lips once more before gathering your clothes from the floor.

Slipping on your shoes you give him one last wink before hurrying out the door and down the hall. You manage to find a way to the kitchen without having to walk through the rest of the party and you sneak out behind a delivery man who brought in a ridiculously large ice sculpture.

Once you're outside you take your heels off and run towards the van down the street. You hurriedly knock on the back, checking your surroundings to make sure no one sees you. Peter opens the door and he looks like he’s seen a ghost when he sees you.

“Y/N!” He pulls you into the van. “Oh my god, I was getting worried. When we heard him say that he wanted to check the pin I had to turn off the devices so they wouldn’t get traced. And then you didn’t come out. But Fury said that you would be fine but man, I was so nervous and-”

“Parker, shut up and hand me a piece of paper.” You clapped your hands together, pulling him out of his ramble. Peter nodded and handed you a pen and paper watching intently as you started writing down everything you overheard on the phone call.

“What is this?”

“Rogers is working with Stark and they're moving some sort of product tomorrow.” You said proudly.

“How did you...this is huge!”

“My Ma always said that there are two ways to get to a man. One is through his stomach and the other is in his pants.” You shrugged.

“And I’m guessing you didn’t make him a grilled cheese sandwich.” Peter makes a face.

“Not exactly.” You laugh. “Now let’s go. We gotta get this to Fury.”

Part 2

#chris evans imagine #steve rogers imagine #chris evans smut #steve rogers smut #chris evans x reader #steve rogers x reader #stever rogers x reader smut

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baroquebucky · 4 years ago

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don’t

in which bucky quickly learns that communication is key for a good relationship

word count: 1.7k

angst w a fluffy ending <33

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a/n: hehe inspired by this song !! go stream it i love it sm namjoon always has the best lyrics eek !! hope u all enjoy <3 lyrics in bold !

You looked at bucky as he walked in, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. His fist was bruised and bloodied. You sat on your shared bed, eyes heavy as you leaned against the headboard. It was the first time he’d come home in three days.

“james” you spoke, looking at your boyfriend as he ignored you. “james” you called out once more, sighing as he continued to get his clothes from the drawer and walk wordlessly into the restroom.

“bucky!” You raised your voice, he stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly. Before you could get a word out he stopped you.

“don’t talk” he stated, setting his clothes on the counter and running his hands through his hair and sighing, “not yet, i know what you’re about to say” he mumbled. Your mouth hung open in shock before you shook your head.

“bucky look at me, don’t avoid my eyes” you spoke sternly, getting up from the bed and walking in front of him. His blue eyes gazed into yours, he could see how worried you were.

“you have to talk to me bucky, it’s been three days already and you didn’t tell me anything” you told him gently, knowing how stubborn he was.

Bucky had a horrible nightmare, tears on his face as he woke up, you were shaking him awake gently and he accidentally hit you with his metal arm, making your nose bleed. A look of horror on his face as he realized what he had done, as you ran to the restroom bucky packed a bag quickly, leaving to go stay at the compound for the time being. He ignored your texts and calls, too afraid to see what you were saying to him.

It was almost 3 am and he hoped you would be asleep by the time he returned so he could get more clothes before leaving again. You weren’t.

“i can’t hurt you again, i have to go i need to leave, i have to go home” he spoke, pain evident in his eyes as he avoided your gaze.

“our home is here james” you whispered, moving to slowly take his hands in yours, “it’s us.” He flinched away when you grabbed his metal arm, taking a couple steps back.

“I have to go shower” he mumbled, grabbing his clothes and locking the restroom door, tears stinging his eyes as he turned the shower on, letting the hot water relax his stiff muscles.

You wiped away the stray tears on your face, texting sam and asking him for any advice. You held back sobs as you explained to him what had happened and how bucky had been acting.

we’ve been through so much worse, this can be the end of us, surely he’ll come around ??

Sam replied quickly, assuring you bucky just needed some time, but you should be sure he knew how you felt considering how he tended to get into his head all the time.

You thanked him quickly, telling him goodnight and assuring him you would tell him if you needed anything.

You tried to stay awake, but you were so exhausted, your eyelids heavy as you waited for bucky to get out of the shower.

Sighing you laid down, scooting closer to his side of the bed, it still smelled like him and helped you relax.

The sound of keys made your eyes jolt open, you shot up when you saw bucky heading towards the door.

“don’t leave, i need you here, please don’t” you whispered, eyes watering and your chin quivered. Bucky hesitated, he told himself he wouldn’t sleep in the same bed as you anymore, he was too scared of hurting you.

All it took was one look at you for all his resolve to fade away. You were wearing his black t shirt, your eyes were red and nose pink, your hair was messy and he knew it was tangled.

He set his bag down and closed the bedroom door, taking off his shirt and pants and slipping into bed next to you, pulling him into his arms and holding you tightly.

“bucky” you mumbled, eyes still wide open as he held you. He frowned, heart falling as you used the nickname.

“what happened to calling me james?” He asked, voice small as he spoke.

“thought since you were mad you wouldn’t want me callin you that” you replied, fiddling with his dog tags quietly. Buckys heart sank, you thought he was mad at you?

“don’t take away the name only you know doll, you’re the only one who calls me that, nothing is gonna take that away” he spoke, “you’re the only one who knows me as James, not as bucky or the winter soldier, but as myself.”

You looked at him, eyes soft as he talked, running his fingers through your hair and gently detangling it. He continued his actions as he spoke up again.

“I’m not mad at you doll, I’m mad at myself for hurting you” he confessed, panic settling in. “I thought if i stayed i would hurt you, i don’t want you hurting because of me so i left” he looked at you, waiting for you to tell him he did the right thing, that he should pack his things and go.

“i wish i could just magically fix who i am” he whispered.

“oh angel,” you breathed out, moving so you were both sitting with your backs against the headboard. “I don’t need magic, just be here james, here with me.”

“but what if i hurt you again, what if i ruin everything and you hate me” bucky looked at you, tears rolling down his cheeks and you gave him a soft smile. Your hands caressing his cheek as you wiped away his tears with your thumbs.

“don’t abandon everything over on mistake james, don’t destroy us and everything we’ve worked for just because you made one tiny mistake.” You replied, looking at him before placing your hands back in your lap.

“please james, i know it’s not over yet, we just have to try” you spoke, letting out a soft sigh. “but if you want to, if you feel it’s what’s best for you, then go.” Your voice was shaky and you held back a sob.

Buckys heart fell. You thought he wanted to break up, to leave you. He felt like shit for making you think that’s what he wanted, it was so far from the truth.

“oh doll, i don’t want to” he replied, moving to face you, taking your hands in his and holding them tightly. “I want to wake up next to you and see your smile in the mornings, i want to hold you while we sleep and when we watch movies too late and eat too much popcorn” bucky continued talking, a smile on his face a he spoke.

You laughed a little bit, sniffling softly and slipping a hand out of his to wipe your tears.

“I’m sorry for acting so stupid, I’m realizing now i went about it all wrong and I’m sorry doll” he spoke, wiping away your tears and getting up to get you some tissues. You took them and thanked him softly, blowing your nose before he started talking again.

“i should’ve talked to you and let you know how i feel, instead i jumped to all these conclusions and just assumed how you would feel and-” he sighed as he cut himself off, looking at you before talking again.

“I’m really sorry darling, i hope you can forgive me” bucky spoke softly, you took his hand in yours, squeezing softly and smiling.

“i know how hard it is for you to talk about how you feel james, but if this is going to work you need to be willing to try” your voice was gentle, “i was worried sick these last few days, you didn’t even tell me if you were okay or if you were even alive” you spoke, bucky felt guilt tugging at his heart.

“from here on out, if something is bothering you or if you’re scared or worried about something i want you to tell me, so that we can talk through it and find a way to help” you suggested, a smile on your face as he nodded quietly.

“can i say something?” Bucky mumbled and you nodded, laughing softly. “is it okay- i mean you don’t have to i just” he stopped for a second, thinking before finally putting the words together.

“i would like it if you reassured me that you still care about me, i hope that’s not too much” he blushed, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding your eyes. You smiled at him, wrapping your arms around him and holding him tightly.

“that’s not too much lover boy, I’ll be sure to tell you more often” you replied.

Bucky relaxed at your touch, exhausting settling into his body. He yawned and you smiled at him, pulling his softly so that he would lay down.

“i love you so much” you whispered, bucky smiled at you, kissing your forehead softly.

“i love you so much more” he whispered back, his heart felt lighter knowing you weren’t upset with him, that you still loved him just as much.

You felt safer and happier now that bucky was back home with you. You reveled in the way he held you tightly against him, the way he would draw circles with his thumb on your arm to relax you.

The two of you fell asleep not long after, happier and getting more sleep than you had gotten in the last three days.

Bucky was grateful for how patient and understanding you were. He promised himself he would be better at communicating, never again would he hurt you simply because he couldn’t say what he felt.

He kept true to his promise, he was much better at talking of his emotions, even opening up to you about the content of his nightmares.

You kept true to yours, showering him in compliments almost everyday, telling him how much he meant to you and how much you loved him. You enjoyed seeing the way he would blush, his ears going red and cheeks dusted with pink.

Bucky was glad he stayed that night, you were glad he listened to you. He knows if he hadn’t then he would be miserable right now, and he would most definitely not be in the arms of the love of his life, watching your favorite show and eating way too much popcorn for 2:47 am.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes blurb #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky angst #bucky fluff #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x you #bucky x gender neutral reader #bucky barnes x gender neutral reader

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randoimago · 3 years ago

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The requests was that after the Vox Machina characters broke up with the S/O, the S/O left.

An angsty amount of time later(months or years depending on your tea)the team is going dungeon diving because they were hired to kill a demon in the dungeon. Problem is is that the demon took control over the S/O by using their feelings of betrayal and sadness.

Now they have to fight their S/O as the demon, using the S/O's body, says all the thoughts and feelings the S/O had(from their joy at finding "the perfect gift" to their feelings of betrayal)from their break up to their becoming a meat puppet.

Preferably with hurt/comfort at the end some how but if you can't then I can handle angst.

And having to resend actually helped me make this request better, so silver lining!

We love to see the silver linings in dumb situations (seriously Tumblr leave my ask box alone pls and thank you). But I'm glad to write this for you!!

Part 1

Note: I am still not taking CR requests, I’m doing this one because I know this is an ask I had previously but for whatever reason it was deleted (idk if I did it accidentally, or Tumblr glitched out or what)

Percy

Honestly he’s so sick of dealing with demons so there’s definitely some dry humor coming from him about sending them all back to hell.

Maintains a neutral tone when he gets to the demon room and sees you there. There’s quite a bit that crosses his mind, but he prefers to listen instead of speaking.

Can’t help but let out a laugh when the demon mentioned all the heartbreak and betrayal that you went through due to him. You’re the one that tried to bring back his dead family!

Percy doesn’t show any mercy to the demon, if he has to attack you in the process then he’ll just use shots that won’t kill but will cause you to fall prone or something to keep you out of the way of the attack.

After the fight, Percy is just letting out a huge sigh when he approaches you. He’d say something like, “I’ve made my share of deals with demons and they didn’t end well.” just as a way to start a conversation with you.

He’ll talk but there’s still a lot of tender feelings on both sides so it’s iffy with how things will go.

Scanlan

Goofing around like usual in the back of the group. Playing his instruments and making “your mom” jokes at enemies in the dungeon. Not being serious for a second.

Then the group approached the last room where the demon was going to be. Stepping in, he wasn’t expecting to see his old S/O there.

He was hesitant when he did see you, not sure why you would be here of all places. That is until the demon began laughing about the new “pawn” that it picked up.

Definitely didn’t know what to think when he had to fight you. Especially when the demon practically narrated the whole ending of the relationship that he had with you and how betrayed you felt.

When the demon is defeated, Scanlan would jokingly scold you for going and trying to make friends with a demon. He would then just take a large sigh and ask if you wanted to actually talk, because after what happened, a talk is long overdue.

The relationship might not be completely repaired, but communicating is a step in the right direction.

Vax

Probably became more broody than he already is over the years. He hardly lets others close and when he did, he pushed you away instead of talking. So he does have guilt. Communicating just isn’t his strong point.

So taking on a demon was a perfect way to relieve some stress. At least let him get out his anger. Or that was his plan until he saw you.

His guilt increased more when he saw you there and listened to the demon spouting words about how betrayed you were and how excited you were for Vax to be happy with your “gift”.

Vax hardly listened to the demon’s gloating before he threw his first dagger. He just wanted to get this asshole gone. It’s the least he can do to make things up to you.

He’ll go to you after the fight and ask if you’re alright. He knows that things weren’t great when you left. But he asks if you’d be willing to just talk to him. Or at the very least, hear him out.

Vex

Vex is tired and what better way to help than just getting money for retail therapy. Fighting demons is the perfect solution and so she is happily doing this request.

She does her usual thing of shoot first, ask questions later up until she sees you.

She’s confused as to why you’re there and wants to ask questions but she knows she’s fighting a demon and is afraid of it being a trap.

Well she was kind of right when the demon begins monologuing from somewhere. Vex hardly listens as she doesn’t care about the demon’s words, she wants to talk to you.

The demon is easily dealt with and she goes over to you, giving you some healing in case you need it. She’s going to 20 questions you with what actually happened for you to be in this situation.

Does feel bad when you state the demon was telling the truth about you being betrayed. So Vex tells you that she felt the same. Might as well get your emotions out of the way.

It’ll be a very emotion heavy talk and will probably make Vex even more tired. But the talk needs to happen so she will have it.

#critical role x reader #vox machina x reader #vox machina #vexahlia #vax'ildan #vax'ildan x reader #scanlan shorthalt #scanlan shorthalt x reader #percy x reader #percy de rolo #human interaction anon #vex'ahlia x reader

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shotorozu · 4 years ago

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Heya! I love your writing. Could I request scenarios for Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, Midoriya and Denki (if that’s ok, and if not, just cut Denks 😔) with a S/O that snorts when they laugh and their a little insecure about it, so they usually cover their mouth as soon as it happens or just try not to laugh at anything and as a result they put up this serious front when, in reality, they are really just ✨a crackhead✨

s/o that doesn’t like their laugh

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, kirishima eijirou, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto, kaminari denki

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns, quirk not specific

headcanon type : fluff, crack-ish (if you squint, there’s a dash hurt and comfort)

note(s) : PLS i can relate to this, my laugh is a cross hybrid of a window being cleaned, and a hyena 🗿 i normally don’t write 5 characters in one post but.. exceptions will be made. sorry that this took so long! will go back to writing requests

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bakugou katsuki

he was very confused, and shocked?? it was a lot

you and him are very similar, like,, out of all the people in 1-A, he’s never seen you laugh like.. hysterically.

it was always normal for him to surpress his laughter when the times are right. but even when you guys got together, he never saw you laugh

which was just a “hm.. okay? wtf, i haven’t seen them laugh before??” moment

and don’t get me wrong, it’s not like you’re emotionless, and he HASN’T seen you laugh, it’s more like you just cut yourself off before it gets too intense

which is.. 🤨 weird. to him at least

laugh if you need to laugh, he doesn’t get why you always cut yourself off, like smh the audacity

okay so imagine this, you’re sitting in the kitchen— only a few feet away from katsuki, as he finishes cooking for you, just like any normal day

but i also headcanon that bakugou likes to taste test his cooking, before he can serve it to you. y’know— just in case he accidentally used bad ingredients which is rare, since he’s very precise with cooking

so he prepares the plate and utensils, and before he serves it to you— he takes a quick taste to see how it is, but his face immediately twists in disatisfaction

“what the fuck—” he sputters, looking at the plate “who the fuck switched the salt and sugar?”

and that seemed to be your breaking point, you immediately burst out into a fit of giggles and snorts, even with katsuki still recovering from the weird after taste.

if it was any other person, he would’ve chucked them out of the kitchen— but seeing you laugh out loud like this left him appalled

but your laughing episode is cut short when you realize that katsuki’s just staring. not saying anything, nor is he telling you off for laughing.

his expression looks so indifferent from seeing you laugh?? so you simply just apologize “sorry, i know the laugh is ugly.”

katsuki quickly snaps out of it, ruby irises glaring at you “ugly? when the hell did i say that?” he questions, voice gruff

your silence makes him think that you’re actually insecure about your laugh, an despite the weird aftertaste in his mouth, he decides to speak

“look, it was nice seeing you laugh, idiot.” he adds, because it sounded a little too nice “i don’t get why you have to hold your laughter back, especially around me. laugh if you need to, i’m not gonna judge you.”

plus, he’s not the person to judge you for your laugh anyway, his laugh.. is questionable for sure. i wouldn’t say it’s any better, so that would’ve be hypocritical of him

“you sure?”

“hell yeah i’m fuckin’ sure! but anyway, i’m gonna kill the bitch that switched the salt and sugar!” he gets up from the table, plate in hand as he goes to fix the meal

he surely can’t see your face right now, but when he hears you laugh, he can’t find himself not being able to smile.

he can only look forward to seeing you laugh again.

kirishima eijirou

his first reaction was :00 and 😳

so he was kind of left to his own thoughts when he realized that,, he hasn’t seen you laugh wildly before

and it’s not like you were just 😐 the entire time, you just always covered your mouth whenever you wanted to laugh

it was a big mystery to him, but he doesn’t think it’s quite manly to ask you that, it wasn’t long before he found out anyway

so! i headcanon that kirishima has his lil gaming night with the bakusquad maybe once or twice a week, they usually choose to communicate through the voice chat so.. no physical interaction.

and you’re just there, spectating the entire thing. because you still wanted to spend time with eijirou— but you didn’t want to interrupt his weekly gaming moment

so there’s a twist— he was actually playing a rpg multi-player horror game with the bakusquad, so.. jumpscares, am i right?

you were just sitting there on his bed, just watching if there’s anything interesting so far— and surprise! there’s a jumpscare.

eijirou jumps a little from the impact, and you can just hear the faint girlish screams of bakugou and kaminari, even from this length— basically telling all of them to just fucking dip! run the other way!

AND YOU WEREN’T EXPECTING BAKUGOU TO SCREAM SO.. HIGH PITCHED?

so you just start laughing when you hear the continuous screams, from his headset rip kiri’s ear drums and while kirishima tried to focus on the objective, he couldn’t help but turn around

just to see you laughing your ass off. and he’s there like 😳 they’re laughing?? they’re laughing!

so kirishima quickly finishes the game, but he just found himself in a state of shock. but then you covered your mouth so :(( aw.

you notice that he finished his game, so you just stop laughing entirely “oh— are you finished, eijirou?”

he’s still kind of taken aback by the laugh, and you seem to have noticed his reaction “wait, did you.. hear that?”

when you see eijirou nod, your expression seemed shell shock— which confused him, until you told him that you assumed that he didn’t hear you because of the headphones

“what? is it bad?” he asks with genuine curiousity, but you just explain that you’re just embarrassed. because the laugh itself is ugly

which kirishima disagrees!! >:(( your laugh had him in awe. he loves seeing you laugh, and it was a nice surprise.

“i love hearing you laugh! it makes me happy— i don’t see any reason that you should be ashamed of it, everyone’s laugh is different, after all.”

you’d say he’s lying, but the genuine toothy grin on kirishima face convinces you that he has the purest intentions.

midoriya izuku

now that i’ve thought about it, have we ever seen this boy burst into laughter?? this excludes the hospital scene of course.

but he’s not too concerned about himself not being able to freely laugh, but it was more like he was curious (or concerned) about you

you’re always quick to either cut yourself off, or you just cover your mouth entirely. and he can’t help but feel curious!

he asked you at some point on why you do those things when you laugh, but you just shrugged. so until that point, it was just simply a mystery— that’s left to his own imagination

so whenever midoriya creates new moves with his quirk, he’d have the sudden desire to show his s/o and ask if the move would be practical in anything. because why not

and we all know how much midoriya trains right? he’s quite the hard worker. but you were taking a nap in the afternoon, after finishing your school work for the day

it’s probably reaching 3pm now, and izuku finished making new moves with his quirk, and he was eager to show you!

he didn’t want to do this but he ended up waking you up anyway, and he brought you outside to show you the new moves

“look at this, Y/N!” he says, all excited oh boy

what he didn’t expect was how fast he was going— missing the entire key move, and he started plummetting to the ground (similar to a ragdoll being thrown)

you were still partially dowsy, and you weren’t expecting him to fall to the ground like THAT, so you started laughing hard

and because you’re still drowsy, you don’t recognize that you’re actually laughing— yeah, izuku may be still on the ground, but wow. you’re laughing!!

he’s surely taken back, because he’s never actually seen you burst into laughter like this, he was just

yet, you immediately slap your hand over your mouth— when you realize that you’re actually laughing out loud, and snorting in front of your boyfriend wjdnwkx

“i’m sorry, izuku” you regain composure, immediately rushing to his aid to help him up, “you didn’t need to hear, or see that.”

but why are you apologizing? he’s the one that dragged you out here to see him fail 💀 “no, no! it’s fine Y/N. i was just surprised, that’s all.”

the expression on his face kind of worries you— because omg what if he thinks the laugh was ugly? i’ll never laugh again.

“i’d understand if you’d think my laugh was kind of ugly, izu—”

“what— it’s not ugly!” he’s quick to object “i think.. it’s really nice. it surprised me, but your laugh’s interesting! in the good way, and it’s also kind of cute, uhm—.” pls don’t give him a heart attack

you shake your head, because you already have a good idea of what he feels— and it’s quite positive. “i get it, izuku. thank you for the reassurance.”

he finally calms down when you give him a quick smooch on the lips. in short, you were the one to calm him down rip

todoroki shouto

he’s definitely curious about it

i mean, it’s a natural occurence at this point— shouto was already observant of you, what more when he started developing feelings for you

once again, not someone who freely laughs (he’s quite oblivious with the socializing part so it’s too be expected) but that doesn’t mean you should mirror him

like midoriya, he probably tried speaking to you about it— but you always reassured him that it was just a subconscious habit still odd but.. if you say so

so, shouto’s downstairs in the kitchen right? he’s preparing a snack to bring up to your room, and while he was trying his best to hurry up with it

you eventually trekked downstairs, and saw shouto preparing said snack. so what do you do? you surprise him!

“shouto!” you peak behind him, and he’s startled because he thought he was alone this entire time

so— he might’ve accidentally started a mini fire out of shock, and he’s quick to realize that

🧍 there’s a fire. that i’ve created. it was a miracle that he didn’t set off the alarms

the situation is handled pretty quickly, since he’s fast enough to put out the fire. but now, shouto’s just staring at the burned piece of snack.

silence.

“..there was an attempt.” he says it simply, while also equipped with a rather frazzled expression.

this causes you to burst out into a fit of laughter, snorting at the scene in front of you— the comment being oddly hilarious

he’s the personification of 🧍right now, and shouto’s just watching at the rare scene of you hunched over the kitchen counter, snorting from laughter

“i’m sorry, shouto.” you cover your mouth, still trying to regain your composure “i’m sorry that i scared you but.. it was kind of funny.”

shouto’s just thinking “..they were laughing.” not in a bad way, of course. he’s heard people laugh at his ‘jokes’ but this was definitely a different feeling.

shouto being well,, shouto. he’s going to be blunt with his words “your laugh is pretty.”

but your first reaction is 👁👁?? PRETTY?? “shouto, out of all the things my laugh could be— you chose pretty?” you’re looking at him like he’s crazy rn

he’s really confused like,, “yeah. your laugh is pretty, is that bad?”

so then you explain that you just never perceived your laugh as pretty, only because you ‘snorted like a pig’ he thought that was a little sad to hear

“i don’t see a reason that you should be ashamed of your laugh, Y/N.” he moves closer, setting a cool hand on your shoulder “every part of you is special in their own individual way. and i’ll love every part of it.”

“you,, mean that? like really??” you ask, and he confirms it with a nod, resting his head against your shoulder “i’m sorry that i burned your snack.”

“it’s fine. i’m sorry i scared you,”

“if it made you laugh then.. i’d say it’s worth it.” and you can’t really think that he’d lie, just by the way his mismatched eyes stare at you in pure adoration.

kaminari denki

the only person here that laughs freely whenever and wherever, he has that class clown type of beat

he was a little sad to see that you always covered your mouth whenever you laughed, since it sort of makes his day to see people laugh at his jokes

but of course, he’d never judge you— he may be curious about certain things but,, he’ll never secondguess you as a whole

similar to todoroki and midoriya, he’ll ask you in a lighthearted way on why you cover your mouth whenever you laugh

and you always brush it off, so he’d just have to respect that

i’d imagine that he’d encounter your laugh when you guys are doing your daily cracktivities

you guys were already quite good friends before you guys started dating, and this was quite a habit that always occurred maybe once or twice a week

the both of you were desperately trying to hold in the laughter that threatened to escape your lips, at 2am 💀

and the both of you guys were watching compilations of that talent show livestream on youtube (tiahra nelson’s to be specific)

so you’re still holding in your laughter, and reaches to that point in the video, where tiahra nelson was watching that dude sing ‘electric love’ (ref : this video)

seeing denki’s shocked reaction made you realize that— you just can’t hold it in anymore, so, you bursted into a fit of snorts and laughter, sliding onto denki’s shoulder

denki’s still holding in his laughter because he doesn’t want to get busted by iida or something— but oh my, YOUR LAUGH IS CONTAGIOUS TO HIM

he’s never heard you laugh this hard but omg, your laugh is contagious as hell— so he starts laughing with you 💀

eventually, the laughing does die down— and you guys move on to the next video. it’s oddly quiet at first, because the realization had just hit you and hard

you snorted in front of your boyfriend, and you’re sure that he doesn’t care that much but,, wow, you are embarrassed.

“wow— your laugh is contagious,” denki slides his hand across your shoulder, and while he’s been trying to keep the atmosphere at it’s normal, he’s quite nervous??

“it was a new experience uhm, sorry, i don’t know what i’m saying, and i know you’d be insecure about it all and..” he fumbles with his words for a bit, because denki isn’t THE BEST with serious things

“your laugh is cute.” his eyes are glued onto the screen, and his tone is basically stating that he’s right. your laugh is really cute

“you’re cheesy,” you playfully smack his chest, but you can’t help but feel quite bashful of his words

no but really,, whenever you laugh, denki starts to laugh along with you, since it’s so contagious he’s not that sorry about it

moving past the sappy shit, it’s quite helpful in cracktivities 💀

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kats-baku1999 · 3 years ago

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Love Language

Shoto has a hard time processing the jealousy he feels seeing you laying with someone else.

I don’t even want to call this angst, because it really isn’t but then again could be.

kiribaku is present in this fic because I love them

fem!reader

poorly written scenario I thought of when thinking about how badly I want this boy to hug me

Todoroki was minding his business, and finishing up some last minute assignments. You hadn’t been answering his phone so his plans of having you come study, and cuddle with him, were thrown away. Which was fine, he had figured you just fell asleep in your own dorm. He couldn’t lie, it was going to be weird not holding you. Physical affection was not his strong suit, but you fell asleep in his arms once and now he couldn’t go back. Something about the way you seemed so peaceful, and felt safe enough to fall asleep next him, just warmed him more than his left side ever had.

His silent day dream was ruined by the sound of his door slamming open. He turned his head from his desk to see Bakugo standing in his doorway. Sure he always looked cranky, but right now he looked overly annoyed.

“Hey, Icyhot bastard, will you remove your girlfriend from my boyfriend’s arms?” Bakugo huffed, “Training kicked my ass and I would really just like to lay in his bed, but it’s hard to do when she’s passed out in my spot,”

Todoroki felt his heart freeze up a little bit. So the reason you weren’t answering him was because you were in Kirishima’s bed? Todoroki knew that Kirishima was your best friend, and he never minded it. Now though, every touch he had ever witnessed between the two was flashing through his head. As if he had just caught you doing something.. wrong? Had you been cheating on him with Kirishima this entire time? You were both so affectionate with one another, sometimes playing with each other’s hair in the common room, or holding hands as you walked to classes or training. He never once thought much else of it, after all, he didn’t think he had any reason to worry about your relationship. The two of you were at a good point with one another, he was learning how to communicate with you about his feelings. He was slowly becoming more comfortable with all kinds of affection.

“Did you, did you find them together?” Todoroki looked at Bakugo, his heart hanging on the line. Bakugo stared at him, annoyed and confused.

“Did you not hear me idiot?” Bakugo snapped, “Go get your girlfriend out of my boyfriend's bed!”

Todoroki stood up and rushed past Bakugo to Kirishima’s room. The door was slightly ajar, so he pushed it open. Sure enough, there you were. Laying against Kirishima, your arms wrapped around his waist, and legs entangled with his. Kirishima was just nonchalantly scrolling through his phone, before he looked up to see a literal steaming Todoroki standing above him. His eyes widened a little bit, shaking your shoulder quickly. Your eyes cracked open a little bit, shifting around before looking up at your boyfriend. A soft smile spread across your lips, but before you could greet him, you processed the pissed off look across his face.. Like year one Todoroki.

“Let’s go.” His voice was cold, and sent a chill up both yours and Kirishima’s spine. You sat up and grabbed your phone off of Kirishima’s bedside table, and gave him a small wave. Todoroki pushed past Bakugo who stood in the doorway, who would’ve blasted his head off for doing so if it weren’t for the fact you looked worried enough as it was. You gave a small wave to Bakugo, who watched you both walk back down the hallway, Kirishima joining him in worrying about what was happening.

You followed Todoroki to his dorm, feeling small when you stepped inside and closed the door behind you. Trying to think in your head about what you could have possibly done to make him so upset? Everything was fine when you left classes earlier, sure you were supposed to come over once you were done hanging out with Kiri, but you accidentally fell asleep halfway through the talk you two were having.

“Sho?” You mumbled, stepping forward to grab his hand but having it ripped away from your touch.

“I think you can just collect your things now and leave,” Todoroki glared at you, walking over to his dresser. He gathered up the spare clothes that you had left in his dorm, in case you fell asleep there. Throwing them on the ground in front of you, tears started pricking your eyes as you watched him pace over to your desk, your forgotten notebook and textbook tossed on top of the pile.

“Shoto, what is happening?” You whimpered, not even bothering to wipe the tears that were coming down your face. His head snapped up, and focused his eyes on you. He felt his heart clench at the sight of you looking so confused, and broken.

“You knew how hard relationships were for me, how hard I was trying to be good for you, and yet you still go and do this?” His voice was still low and cold, “And with Kirishima of all people, isn’t Bakugo one of your best friends?!”

“What are you talking about, I am so confused right now Shoto, you’re not making any sense!” You finally yelled, frustrated out of your mind.

“You’ve been cheating on me!” Todoroki yelled over you, “I never paid any mind to how you two were with one another, just writing it off as close friends, but this crosses so many lines,”

“Todoroki I would never do that to you, or to Bakugo?!” Your mouth was hanging open, completely taken back by the accusations, “And with Kirishima of all people?!”

“You were in his bed, alone, wrapped around one another?!” Todoroki yelled louder this time, finally gaining the attention of your classmates.

“It’s Kirishima, Todoroki, not some random guy?!” You laughed dryly, finally growing frustrated, “I fell asleep, on accident, and he was holding me, as he always does!”

“But Bakugo he-”

“Bakugo is an overdramatic crybaby, who loves cuddling with his boyfriend, so he was probably pissed when he couldn’t do so right away because I was in there!” Your hands were shaking as you bent over to gather your things in your hands, your face hot with anger and damp with the tears that were spilling out, “News flash Todoroki, I don’t have the right facilities for Kirishima do be interested in me, because he likes men,”

Todoroki’s anger, jealousy, that had been fogging his mind cleared out. Watching anxiously as you held all of your things and began backing towards the door. Thinking about how stupid he probably sounds now, considering he knew Bakugo and Kirishima were practically attached at the hip. Already making plans to be married within five years after they were done at UA. Plus Kirishima was nothing but kind to Todoroki, so why would he possibly do something like this to him?

“For the love of, do you know why Kirishima and I are like that with one another?” Your voice was quieter, “Because it’s how we both show love, it’s a love language for both of us to be physically affectionate, so it’s hard when your boyfriend can barely hold your hand some days and all you want is for someone to hold you and tell you you’re okay,”

“(Y/n),” Todoroki was beginning to feel guilt wash over him where he stood, “Wait please love don’t go,”

You ignored his words and swung open the door anyways. Revealing an angry looking Kirishima, who grabbed the things out of your hands. Todoroki stepped forward to grab your hand and pull you back. Earning looks from the red haired boy and his significant other. Todoroki grabbed your waist and spun you around.

“Please, (Y/n), I’m sorry, I don’t know why my mind went there, but just seeing you look so peaceful against him snapped something inside of me,” Todoroki mumbled, his eyes starting to prick with tears too, “I was jealous, because after the other night I thought you sleeping like that with someone was reserved for you and I,”

“Todoroki-”

“Shoto, you call me Shoto,” The words were practically a whimper as they left his mouth, panic clear across his face, “You're the love of my life, so you call me Shoto, or Sho, or love, or-”

“Hey, hey calm down,” Your annoyance was starting to fade as you watched the tears start falling out of his eyes, you had only seen him cry one other time.. So the fact he was allowing himself this moment knowing your class was standing in his doorway at this point.

“Please don’t leave, please, I won’t do that again, I didn’t even mean to do that, I know Kirishima loves Bakugo, and you love me,” Todoroki’s eyes scanned over your face, as you reached up to keep wiping the tears off his face, “You love me, right?”

“Yeah, yes of course I do,” You smiled up at him, and turned around to your class, “Can you guys give us a little bit?”

Kirishima nodded and both he and Bakugo ushered everyone backwards. Closing the door behind them both. You walked Shoto over to his bed, where he sat down but kept his arms wrapped around your waist even though you were standing up. His face pressed against your stomach as tears kept streaming out of his eyes. Your fingers ran through his hair, scratching his scalp.

“I’m so sorry,” He mumbled, pulling back to look up at you, tears still brimming in his eyes, “I don’t know what happened, I just felt sick to my stomach and then just angry,”

“Jealous, Sho, you were jealous,” You smiled, holding his face in your hands, you leaned down and kissed his cheek to catch a tear, “Which is a completely normal feeling, but you have to handle that jealousy better, and next time you feel like that just talk to me, not throw my things at me,”

“I am so-”

“Don’t say sorry Shoto,” You cut him off, before having to pry your way out of his arms, to climb onto his bed. You sat against your pillows, and held your arms out again, he crawled on top of you reluctantly laying his head against your chest, “You’re allowed to feel things, but I meant what I said when I let Kirishima be affectionate with me because moments like this with us are far and few between,”

“What if I promise to be even more physically affectionate for your love language?” You nodded letting him know he was correct, “If you promise to only let me be the one to hold you while you fall asleep?”

He sounded like a child almost, trying to negotiate how to get a later bedtime. It brought a smile to your lips, before a giggle escaped. He picked his head up to look at you, his eyes slightly red and swollen from crying. His chin rested against your chest as his eyes scanned your face, waiting for your answer.

“I don’t want you to feel like you weren’t doing a good job before, because you really were, and I just felt bad trying to push more,” You pushed a few hairs out of his eyes.

“Is that an answer to my request?” He was pouting, actually pouting. You grinned down at him, pulling his face closer to you to kiss his nose.

“I accept your request, and if anything makes you uncomfortable or jealous ever again, please tell me?” You counter requested, and he nodded.

Wiggling out of your arms, and disappearing out the door. You laid there for a bit, before he came back into the room with your things, and a terrified look on his face.

“Are you okay?” You laughed a little bit, looking at him with a large grin.

“Kirishima is terrifying when he is protective over you,” He shuddered, causing a small laugh to escape your mouth, “He made sure to remind me that you two were like brother and sister.”

Todoroki quietly refolded your clothes, before reaching into the drawer to put them back. He grabbed one of his sweaters in the process before walking over to you and motioning for you to scoot towards him. Carefully he removed your sweatshirt, revealing a tank top underneath, before sliding the knitted sweater over your head. He also handed you a pair of his sweatpants.

Respectfully turning around so you could change into them, earning a flick when he tried to be cheeky and sneak a peek at you as you changed. Grinning when he caught sight of the grey underwear, that had cute little lace on the top of it. He took his turn getting changed, not minding if you saw him. Sliding into another pair of sweats, but not bothering to put on the shirt. He chuckled to himself as he watched your eyes frail up and down torso, noting how they lingered just a bit longer on the happy trail right below his belly button.

Todoroki crawled into the bed again, before pulling you into his chest. One arm tucked beneath you, absentmindedly playing with your hair as you tucked yourself further into him, the other one rubbing your cheek with his thumb. Before holding your chin and pulling your face closer to his. His lips ghosted over yours for a second, before planting a gentle kiss against your lips. Todoroki’s grip against you pulled you even closer into him. As he put a little more force into the kiss. Eventually swiping his tongue against your bottom lip, you gladly deepened the kiss, your hands making their way to pull on the two colored locks. A moan vibrated against your lips at the action, which caused both of you to break apart for a second, finally needing to catch a breath.

“Can you promise to never do that with anybody else either?” Todoroki whispered, his breath a little uneven as he tried to regain his composure.

“I swear to you, you’re the only one who will ever get to experience that.”

You both smiled at one another, before pulling even closer to one another. Fingers tracing patterns on the other gently, without care. Enjoying the moment for what felt like forever, before you finally felt your eyes grow heavier. Before you fell asleep though, you took notice of how relaxed and calm Todoroki felt now, as a few gentle snores left his mouth.

“I love you, Shoto.” You whispered before finally letting sleep take over your body.

#my hero academia #bnha bakugou #bnha imagine #dabi is touya #mha x reader #bnha eijiro kirishima #bnha shoto #todoroki angst #todoroki shoto #bnha fanfiction #shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #bnha ejirou #slight kiribaku

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h2bakugou · 4 years ago

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I don’t know if I have sent a request before but here I go anyways, can I request a head cannon for the three musketeers (todobakudeku) (separate) when their s/o flinches during and argument. No rush and take your time thank you!

a/n: thank you for the request even if you haven't sent one in before! i haven’t written some angst in a bit but i’ll try to give these a happy ending!!

headcanon: their s/o flinches during an argument

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, some angst

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shoto todoroki

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Todoroki doesn’t like arguing with you. He finds arguing quite pointless. There are more civil ways to come to an understanding but yelling at one another just sounds like a waste of time.

He’d much rather prefer to sit down and discuss things with you, listening to what you have to say and saying what he believes.

But there are some rare times where some arguments just form out of nowhere.

This particular argument is about nothing in particular.

It would be like having an argument over someone taking all the cover while they slept. Which is what Todoroki had claimed you were doing.

“We can get another blanket.” You smiled. The few times you’d actually slept together, seriously sleeping together, you might’ve taken all the blanket.

“It’s fine if you could just learn to share.” Todoroki mentioned, once again showing you how large the blanket was.

“I’m asleep and I’m cold, I’m sorry I’m taking all the blanket. I thought you had a half-hot side to keep you warm at night jeez.” Your stab wasn’t meant to mock him or his father, but Todoroki sure took it that way.

“You know how I feel about my left side.” Todoroki had finished folding the blanket, placing it back on your bed.

You couldn’t help but sigh. He was really making this a problem.

“It’s a blanket. You don’t have to lay with me if you get so cold at night.” You folded your arms over your chest. You really couldn’t believe you were arguing with your boyfriend over a blanket.

“I want to lay with you but being cold is quite a nuisance-”

“I’m sorry i take the damn blanket! Just take it back! Jeez, you are making this so much harder than it has to be Sho.” You cut him off, tired of having to fight over a blanket.

His next actions were what threw you off. He was silent and he turned away from you.

Scared you had overstepped, you reached out to touch his left shoulder right when it set ablaze, singeing his shirt.

Flinching away from him, you stumbled back onto your bed.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized, looking down as you stared at your hand, red from the immense heat that had grazed over it. Worried that he’d burned you, Shoto quickly turned around, panicking.

“I apologize. Are you hurt? I didn’t burn you did I?” Todoroki examines your hand, completely off of the blanket subject.

“I’m fine-”

“No no. that was not fine. I overreacted. I’m sorry. My love, I’m so sorry.” Todoroki kissed the palm of your hand before placing it on his right side, holding it to his cheek, allowing his cool skin to ease the redness on your palm.

“Can we cuddle tonight?” You ask, a small smile on your lips.

“I promise to share the blanket.” You throw in, rubbing your thumb over his cheek.

“Of course, my love.”

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katsuki bakugou

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I’m not saying possessive Bakugou is a bad thing, because it’s not. But there are times when Bakugou can be a bit overbearing.

He’s not doing it on purpose by no means.

But I think deep down, he might struggle with insecurity. Everyone does.

He’s a pretty egotistical guy, and he’s cocky, and he’s got an attitude. But that doesn’t mean he has dark thoughts that creep into his head and tell him that no matter what he’ll never amount to anything great.

All that perseverance has to come from somewhere.

The argument sparks from you, Kirishima, and Kaminari all hanging out together.

“Hey babe, I’m back! Sorry, I’m late.” You smile, arriving at your scheduled hangout with Bakugou just a few minutes late.

“Oh yeah, how were Kirishima and Kaminari?” Bakugou asks, glaring at you as he stands up from sitting on his bed, patiently waiting for you.

“They were great like always-”

“So great you couldn’t send me a fucking text? Or pick up my calls?” Bakugou interrupts.

Your mouth hangs open at his response. You quickly grab your phone and examine that you did indeed have missed calls and texts from ‘katsu<3′ in your phone.

“I was helping clean up and by the time I was done, I was rushing over here. I didn’t do it on purpose.” You tell him, surely this was all some misunderstanding.

“Are they better than me? Do they have something I don’t? I’m the best there fucking is here babe, you aren’t gonna get shit from anyone else that you’ll get from me.” Bakugou approached you, causing you to take a step back.

When your back met the door you thought you were done for. The raised hand coming up, surely to strike you, made you flinch, cowering down as it crashed into the wooden door you were pressed against.

In those few seconds of silence, waiting for something to happen, Bakugou recoiled, snaking back a few steps, staring at your small form.

His words were quiet.

“I’m sorry.” He said. You lifted your head to look at him. His own head was lowered.

You approached him and carefully placed your hands on his shoulders.

“Katsu, there’s no one else but you. I love you. More than you probably know. I don’t need anyone else but you.” You explained, watching as his blonde locks began to rise with the movement of his head.

His crimson eyes stared into your (e/c) ones.

“I’m sorry.” Bakugou wrapped his arms around you. Bakugou didn’t hate affection, but he did reserve himself. He only opened up to you like this in private. His ego was a bit too big to pull some sappy stunts out in public, but this was what mattered.

“I wasn’t going to hurt you. I was just mad. I’m sorry if I scared you.” Bakugou whispered.

“I know you weren’t. I trust you.” You kiss his cheek, sliding your hands into his.

“Wanna get some pizza and watch a movie?”

“That sounds nice.” Bakugou rested his head on your shoulder, sure to be a bit soft for a while. He wasn’t always big and bad but soft Bakugou was still just as sweet.

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izuku midoriya

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Bless his heart, he hates arguing.

He’s one hell of a hero, one hell of a fighter, and he’ll beat a bitch up if he needs to.

But with you, the thought of even having to raise his voice at you makes him worry. That’s not saying that he can’t but he doesn’t like arguing, not with you at least.

He cares about you, and he doesn’t want to hurt you.

Like Todoroki, he believes there are civil ways to resolve issues, and communication and understanding, and listening are big roles in avoiding arguments.

But when some of these factors fall through, chaos is sure to ensue.

There’s a bit of a fallout with communication when Deku accidentally sends the wrong time for your date.

It’s a mistake but it happens.

The argument isn’t terrible, but it pulls on the heartstrings.

Deku’s running late. By an hour. You’re all alone at the restaurant and for the first time, you’ve been stood up.

He’d been training with All Might and didn’t have his phone. So when he sees the texts, he’s instantly on his way to shower and get dressed.

But when he arrives, the waiter tells him that you’ve just left.

Determined to make it up to you, he tries to find you. You couldn’t have gone far.

Sure enough, you’re sitting on a bench in a nearby park, listening to the trickling water from a nearby fountain.

“(Y/n)!” Deku calls for you. You turn at your name and sigh when you see it’s Deku.

“Let me guess. You were training?” You could smell the fresh shower gel on him. You stood up to meet him.

“I was, I got my times mixed up.”

“I waited for an hour. You didn’t think to check your phone before starting training?” You ask, obviously hurt at his failure to inform you of the changed schedule.

It was an honest accident, and it felt kind of wrong to be mad, but at the same time, it still hurt.

“It was an accident!” Deku threw his hands up to try and explain but you flinched out of instinct. It wasn’t an instinct that Deku was going to hit you, but the instinct of fists coming at you. Something you’d just picked up from sparring matches.

“I-(Y/n). I’m sorry. I should’ve double-checked. Can you forgive me?” Deku quickly brought his hands down, lowering them and wrapping them around your waist to bring you in for a hug.

You wrapped your arms around him and snuggled into his touch.

“I’m sorry too. I overreacted.” You owed him an apology. And it was accepted, as well as Deku’s apology.

“We can reschedule the booking at the restaurant-”

“Takeout and cuddling sounds a lot better than that fancy place. Besides this top is itchy.” You smile, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Sounds good with me. More time to spend with you.” Deku places a kiss on your forehead before placing his hand in your own to lead you back to U.A.

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slashingdisneypasta · 4 years ago

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Jack Bass x Younger!Reader || Oneshot

Title: Bass's.

Notes:

I have no idea when this is supposed to be set. Just go with it.

I have two things to say about Jack in this gif, though. 1. Does he not know how to carry a tray. And 2. I love this statement, here. Its like 'Bart's Dead, Chuck. I can barely contain my joy, Chuck. Its taking all my willpower, Chuck, to keep a monotonous expression. Also Chuck I am carrying a tray, do you see this?'

Plot: Bart Bass decides to be his creepy fucking self (Not that Jack is exponentially better in any way but whatever) towards you, Chuck's best friend- but thankfully, Jack accidentally walks in on the scene and gives you a get out of jail free card.

Good old 'lesser of two evils' shit. I love stuff like that.

Warnings: BART BASS being predatory, and a bit of age difference (You and Jack. I'm going by actors ages though so there's only a, like, 11 year age gap between him and Chuck which is not that bad if you ask me). Sexual references.

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Chuck looks from his phone, that's flashing Blairs name, to you and your big, wide eyes and lips mouthing 'Don't you dare', then to his father quietly tapping away on his phone on the couch a few feet away... then back at his phone.

"Charles- " You hiss, prepared to threaten his very existence but he cuts you off first- slipping off the bar stool beside you and heading for the hallway.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom."

Why am I friends with him again!? You think, but stay quiet and hope that Bart doesn't realise that you're back there despite having said hello to you earlier when he came in. You think, if you stay quiet like a mouse, he will forget your existence and keep texting until Chuck gets back- although, who knows how long he and Blair can go on for.

Depends what its about, honestly. If its about revenge or espionage... well, the conversation could last quite some time.

Should I just leave?

The impulse to run away is a strong one, as you sit there with your cheeks heating up and you start to feel nauseated. You never liked Bart Bass, from the moment you met him. Before that, actually. You had heard Chuck talking about him to Nate before you even became friends with them, and none of what you heard was good. And then you did meet him, one day when Chuck invited you over to do a school project. Or 'school project' as he so obnoxiously put it. You really did end up just doing a school project, though. Hence your friendship nowadays. Bart was creepy towards you even then, at 16 with terribly died hair and the wrong eyeshadow.

You've been very careful since then to never be alone with him like this. You would talk to him at parties if you were forced to, say hello to him when Chuck had you at his place and the man walked by, but that is the extent of your communication with the creep. Always, always, someone would be around. Chuck, mostly. But also staff, or Nate, or random fundraiser ladies, or Jack who Chuck the bastard never left alone with all willy-nilly like this, unfortunately, or Lily, or literally anyone else possible on the earth.

You've even hidden away in the men's bathroom, which is disgusting no matter how expensive the restaurant, with Nate before to get away from this man when Chuck once ditched you both at a dinner with him. And that's the story of how you got your first kiss, too, and it was from Nate Archibald. Hell yes.

That's how much this man makes you want to grab your bag and flee.

But you don't. You stay glued to your seat, super still, listening only to the tap-tap-tapping noises that Bart makes and the bump-bump-bump noises your heart is making right into your throbbing ears.

Until it stops.

Not the bump-bump-bumping, oh no. The tapping. And, nightmarishly, it's replaced by a groan and footsteps coming towards your turned back.

"Y/N," As soon as he says your name, his hands fall on your your shoulders and you literally jump under his touch. Shit- Shit- Fuck- what's happening- "I've been meaning to speak with you recently but Chuck- ah. Well you know him. He refused to share with me your telephone number. But I knew you'd turn up here at some point, so not to worry."

"Uh... right." You cant even force yourself to be your normal, cheery, polite self in this position. You just want him to get. off. of. you.

"Did you want a drink?" He asks, in that possibly cheery (But only because its slightly louder then his usual husk level) but mostly still scary voice he uses to convey emotion, letting go of you thankfully and rounding to the other side of the bar. You shake your head, though. He raises his brows, picking out a scotch for himself. "You don't drink? Shocking, seeing as you're friends with my son."

Oh I drink. You think, giving him a shrug. Just not in situations like this one. Also, what must he think of Chuck? Jesus Christ. For sure, your boy likes debauchery but what's wrong with that?

"Well, I like that." Bart pauses before pouring his drink, to appreciate you. "Mature."

Damn it. It makes your skin absolutely crawl.

"So... " You take a deep breath, tucking your hair back behind your ears rather then ruffling it back like you usually would to get it out of your face- lest that be recognised as some kind of extremely subtle form of flirting. God, fear makes you think weird things. "What did you want to discuss?"

"Oh- Just, your future. Where are you going to school? Will you be sticking close to us?"

Us? US? No, I'll be far far away, from you.

You don't really want to tell Bart where you're going to be going to school, because in your fear addled brain you know that that will just lead to 'Which campus?', or 'Where will you be staying?' and you really don't want it to go there.

You're just taking another, shakier deep breath, when the front door of the apartment opens and shuts loudly and set of feet trample down the hallway towards you. Immediately total relief plashes over you and you wipe your face. Oh, thank god.

Jack Bass appears in the doorway to the living room, looking as put-together yet somehow simultaneously still totally relaxed, as always, and forces aa polite smile onto his handsome face. "Brother. Y/N? Its good to see you."

You have no idea. "Good to see you too Jack. Uh- Chuck's in the bathroom."

"Thanks. For that... enlightening, information, Y/N. I needed that." You cheeks flare up in embarrassment, but ultimately you just roll your eyes as Jack flashes you a subtle wink, and turns promptly to his - much, - older brother. "Bart."

The older brother in question looks less then pleased at his baby brothers appearance in his home. Right now. And he possibly isn't thrilled about that little wink, either. Like you two are in on some kind of joke together. "Jack... What are you doing here?"

"Simmer down, bro. Just visiting." Even you know that that excuse is weak, but anything that comes out Jack's own monotonous voice right now is blessed where you're concerned so you certainly don't say anything. Or make any faces, which would be more appropriate. "Y/N, I don't think Bart-man here's too happy about my presence." Hm, no. You'd have to agree with that observation- not that you've looked up at Bart since Jack came in. You wont risk it. Jack glides through the room with the practised grace of a man who's lived 3 quarters of his life in suits and the other, happier quarter in board shorts, and ends up right next to your chair, an arm resting on the bench in front of you.

If you weren't already so nervous about Bart, you would blush about Jack.

"At least tell me you're glad to see me."

You grin, which is less forced then you thought it would be prior to trying it. Damn, he's good. You think, realising he just swepped in here and made you comfortable in less then 50 words. "Always, 'Uncle Jack'."

"Oh," He groans, like it physically pained him to hear you tease him like that. A tiny smirk even slips through his usually emotionless - well, not emotionless. He has one standing colour, that being sly, - stone statue of a face. "'Uncle Jack'- Please, stop. I'm barely a decade older then you."

That's enough to make anything else possible, inappropriate. Unfortunately. "Hey, I said I'm glad to see you." You wink, a bit sly yourself. "Count your blessings."

His grin widens a bit, like the dangerously charming Cheshire cat-type that he is. Genes that Chuck inherited, clearly, if his track record with girls say anything at all, but that Bart obviously missed out on. "You've got a point."

"She's a remarkable young woman." Bart pipes up, making your stomach tie itself up in knots again, and you immediately revert your gaze to your lap. Remarkable young woman... you want to barf. "Who, I was actually having a conversation with before you burst in here, unannounced." He takes a slow sip of his drink, then mutters. "And uninvited."

"Well that's great." Jack straightens up, clapping his hands together and finally showing his teeth in a smile. They're really freaken white, compared to his skin, deeply tanned by the hot Australian sun. "A visit would be kinda uncomfortable without a conversation; I'll join. I can converse with the best of 'em, Bart. I assure you."

"It was private." The old man sneers, thinking that he's got the upper hand on Jack, and all you can do is hope to god that he's wrong.

Jack turns his head back to look at you, and you meet his gaze tentatively. Your eyes scream, 'Please don't leave me alone with that guy'. He promptly looks back to Bart. "Well Bart why don't we ask the lady in the room what she wants? We are gentlemen here aren't we?" Then Jack makes a face, all crumpled up and unsure, for a moment. "Err. Well actually... 'gentleman' might be a bold faced lie. We'll ask anyway. Y/N! Do you mind if I weigh in here?"

"Not at all." You say quickly, flashing a tiny, thankful smile. He gives you another wink- this time actually subtle. So Bart didn't see it. Your smile gets a little bit bigger, relaxing. He's got you.

"Great." You watch him pull out the stool beside you, that Chuck - who has still not returned from his phone call with Blair. You assume some, likely cruel vengeance must be involved. Possibly involving that Humphrey guy, - had vacated and settles down in it. He then sets his arms firmly on the bench and looks up attentively at Bart, not breaking eye contact with him. Boy these Bass's like their stare downs. "So?" He prompts, expectantly. And a little arrogantly- a Bass speciality that you truly don't mind at all. "What's on the agenda, today?"

Bart glares heatedly, back.

Throughout the awkward discussion between the three of you, which your good friend Chuck has yet to return to discover - at this point you're resigned to him having climbed out the window and scaled the building probably, - , Jack constantly, skilfully changes the subject for you whenever Bart rears to close to somewhere uncomfortable. He makes jokes that make you laugh, he nudges you with his elbow at times - but never touches you any more then that, although you honestly wouldn't mind it if he did, - and takes the attention off you a lot. At times you truly thought you saw steam come out of Bart's ears.

When finally Bart gives up and excuses himself, saying he as an early dinner with Lily, you feel exhausted and relieved. After the door swings shut behind him, you cover your face with your hands and deeply sigh.

"So, what was that about? You looked like a trapped mouse. I recognise that look, I invented that look." You pull back slightly from your hands and glance over at him, to see him thoughtful for a moment. "Well, not by making it. By... causing... it... Either way, it was not good." He shakes his head, taking a sip of his own drink - scotch, - that he made Bart pour for him; Raising his eyebrows at you for an explanation over the rim of the glass.

Jack's always been great, like this. Even when he was horrible, he was the lesser of two evils between him and Bart. Good for a laugh and quality eye candy in a pinch- and that counts for a hell of a lot when it comes to surviving Bart Bass and the Upper East Side. And he had the power and pull of an adult, but knew what the hell was going on like one of you.

So he always made you feel at ease.

You ruffle your hair back, and sigh, straightening your back finally from their hunched over position they live in when you're uncomfortable and pushing back your shoulders. "He was just, saying some weird stuff... and Chuck disappeared to talk to Blair." At that, Jack nods in total understanding. Like ah, yeah. Got ya. Finally, you shrug. "He just makes me really uncomfortable. No offence, but I hate your brother."

As you watch Jack's eyes don't even flicker; He's totally on board with what you've said. Then he finishes the rest of his scotch in one gulp. "Ahh- I hate him too."

"As do we all." Chuck's voice suddenly pops up, as he appears in the doorway like Jack had earlier. You have to practice some serious self control so as to not laugh, at Chuck so coincidentally turning up again at the perfect moment to proclaim his hatred for his father. Jack grins back at Chuck coldly, nodding. Yeah. "Anyway, Y/N, I apologise but I'll be having to abandon you. Blair's waiting for me at her, empty, apartment." He pauses for a moment for dramatic effect, in perfect Chuck Bass fashion, and you roll your eyes, grinning. Jack smirks. "But you're welcome to stick around a while and help yourself to the amenities All on my tab, of course. Good to see you again, Jack." Then he pockets his phone and heads toward the door. The second Bass of the day leaves the building.

"Bye, nephew!" Jack waives as the elevator doors close behind Chuck then swiftly turns around back to you, to which you raise your eyebrows. "So, what do we do now?"

"I dunno." Shrugging you grin and turn your stool to angle your legs towards Jack. "When Chuck says those magical words 'All on my tab'," Those words, oh; You speak them with just as much raw, breathy sexual arousal as the man himself would. As the words demand. 'All on my tab'. Good lord, sex if they were words. "I tend to take advantage."

"An easy girl to please; That's what I like to see." Your cheeks flame up at those words out of Jack's mouth as he turns to look down at the room service menu. Yes, Jack Bass has toed the line, between platonic and flirtatious since the very moment you met the man... but that seemed a little bit more then toeing the line.

And you get a far different reaction to him doing it then you do the other Bass brother.

You don't even really mind the implications of his words.

"You're staying back with me?" You ask, feeling hopeful at the idea.

"Yeah well, I cant in, uh, good conscience," He makes a bit of a show to you, of pressing his hand to his chest totally earnestly as those words 'good conscience' come out of his mouth. "leave you here unguarded in case Bart comes back, can I? Besides, the way you said 'All on my tab'- man, you could sell moonshine at an AA meeting with that voice."

"Ha," You laugh, rolling your eyes and shaking your head. "Well, thanks."

"Oh. Don't thank me. You're just using what uh, your mama gave you. I actually encourage you totally, to do that more often- "

"No!" You exclaim, sighing in exasperation; But there is still a smile on your face you cant seem to shake. "For not leaving, today. When you walked in. It would've sucked if you had, not that I would've blamed you at all."

"Hey, just call me your knight in shining armour." He doesn't look up from the menu, flicking through it. Then turns to you with one of those beach boy/politician, toothless grins of his. "Besides you were automatically, my favourite person in the apartment. I mean, anyone with... uhhh- different, appendages to what I have, instantly gets a one-way ticket access to my rare bouts of chivalry. Now come over here, pick out what you want off here."

You just gape at him and that comment, making him stifle a laugh and return to the menu himself.

Bass's.

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chudleycanonficfest · 3 years ago

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Day 24, Post #1 by @be11atrixthestrange

Title: I Love Wine Author/Artist: Be11atrixthestrange Pairing: Ron/Hermione Prompt: In Vino Veritas / Songfic (Difficult by Peppermint Ollie) Rating: T Trigger Warning(s) (if any): N/A

(Please note that one lyric has been changed - "Football" is now "Quaffle")

I Love Wine

You can talk to girls who aren't me.

It's fine, no, I said it's fine. It's not like you're just mine

I'm not jealous,

wait...

Are you still mad at me?

When Hermione opens the hospital wing doors late one March evening, she pokes her head into the room to look before entering, scanning for anyone she doesn't want to see.

It's become a habit lately, especially knowing she might run into Ron. A true extrovert, Ron is never alone. It used to be Hermione always glued to his hip, but not anymore. Nowadays, it's Lavender, and Ron hasn't spoken to Hermione in months. Usually, her run-ins with Ron are accidental, but not this time. After nearly losing him to a bottle of mead, she'll do anything to get him back in her life.

As she had assumed, the Hospital Wing is empty save for Ron, who's sprawled out on a twin-sized bed. Madam Pomfrey has left for the night, and it's after visiting hours, so Lavender wouldn't be here anyway. In fact, Hermione shouldn't be, either, but school rules seem less important now.

She approaches Ron, noting that the hospital wing beds are too short for his lanky frame, and his pale, freckled feet dangle off the edge. The blankets don't reach that far, and goosebumps are forming on his skin. He must be cold. She almost reaches out to tug the blanket over his feet but stops herself. It's a loving gesture, but in the wrong way. It's definitely something Mrs. Weasley would do, and the last thing she wants to be associated with is his mother. Seeing him with another girl has made at least one thing crystal clear — her feelings for Ron are far from familial.

Hermione's gaze travels from Ron's feet to his head, cocked to the side, halfway on a pillow. His neck is bent, his mouth open, and each exhale brings a faint, raspy snore. His entire positioning looks so awkward. She tries to take comfort in the rise and fall of his chest, proof that he's alive, but even still, she can't seem to shake the fear that she's lost him forever.

What if she has? Just because he's alive doesn't mean he'll want her back in his life, not after the way she's treated him. He clearly doesn't need her; he has Lavender. Hermione's jaw tightens at the thought of her pretty, flirty, popular roommate, Ron's girlfriend. Four months of insisting that she's fine with their relationship, and no, she's not jealous have caught up to her. Her throat tightens, and her eyes sting, threatening to cry. Again.

Ron's breathing remains steady, his eyes locked shut, and it seems unlikely that he'll wake up. It was probably a stupid idea to come; he needs his rest. If she wakes him, he might be even angrier at her.

But fresh on her mind is the memory of his first moment of consciousness after being poisoned. The words that slipped from his mouth…

Er-my-nee.

He was dazed and confused, and hardly aware of what he was saying. But it had to mean something, right?

Hermione takes a seat in the chair next to his bed. She'll wait just a few moments to see if he wakes. It would be worth it to hear him say her name again.

She glances toward her bookbag, a bulging puddle of canvas on the floor. Wedged between her quill set and a stack of textbooks is a fresh bottle of wine, a gift from Dobby, plucked right from the kitchen. The bottle's nose pokes out of the top of her bag. Hermione distinctly remembers her anxious trip to the Hospital Wing as she tried to keep the bottle hidden under her arm, moving slowly and cautiously to prevent the liquid from sloshing around and alerting the authorities to her contraband. She could have lost her Prefects' badge if she had been caught with it. Even though it was offered to her by a Hogwarts employee, she should have denied it. Dobby isn't exactly keen on school rules. Or aware of them, for that matter.

And why would Ron want to drink wine when he was almost killed by a bottle of mead? She hadn't been thinking straight. She should just go back to the common room...

An abrupt snore pulls Hermione from her thoughts. It's followed by silence, and Hermione looks tentatively at Ron's face to see if he's woken up. His eyes are still closed, and his mouth agape, a glistening river of drool runs down his chin. She smiles— years ago, she would have thought it was gross, but now, she wouldn't hesitate to wipe it off with her thumb. Oh, how things change.

She should stop staring. How would he react to know someone was watching him sleep?

Unless he's used to it. The knot in her stomach coils further at the thought of Lavender and Ron. Has she ever watched him sleep? They're always kissing in the corridor, entangled on the common room sofa, tugging each other down the hallway in search of empty classrooms. She probably has.

Hermione reaches for the bottle of wine in her bag, if only for a label to read, something to get her mind off of Lavender sharing Ron's bed, giggling as he snores, wiping away a trail of saliva with her thumb, or even worse, her lips.

"Hermione?"

Ron's raspy voice pulls her back, and her cheeks sting with heat. It's not the drowsy, longing, 'Er-My-Nee' from before. This time his tone conveys confusion. Disapproval. He's probably wondering why she's here instead of Lavender.

She chances a smile at him, and her breath catches in her throat at the sight of his piercing blue eyes.

"Hi, Ron," she says, forcing a cheerful, optimistic tone. "I—I brought us some wine."

Ron's eyes narrow as he studies her. He's still mad at her, isn't he? He's going to tell her to leave and go get Lavender instead. She clutches the bottle tighter when it begins to slip through her sweating palms.

Then, unexpectedly, a grin breaks across Ron's face, and Hermione exhales the breath she didn't know she was holding.

"As long as it's not mead."

Let's stay in tonight. Just you and me and a bottle of wine

We can talk about our feelings; everything will be just fine

"I promise it's not mead!" she says, almost too eagerly.

"Good. Don't think I can ever drink mead again! Hand it here?" Ron reaches for the wine.

He's smiling, looking almost giddy to see her. It doesn't make sense. He's so relaxed, as though they haven't spent the last four months fighting. How?

Ron pops the cork with a nonverbal spell, and Hermione lifts an eyebrow at his wandwork. Has she ever complimented him on his charms ability? She makes a mental note to do so more often — considering that they become friends again, of course.

Ron brings the tip of the bottle to his mouth and takes a long swig. Hermione's cheeks redden at the sight, and she hopes he doesn't notice.

He swallows a mouthful of wine with a heavy gulp and hands the bottle back to Hermione.

"You don't mind sharing?"

"Why not? It's just spit."

She prickles at his response. The Ron she knew, pre-Lavender, wouldn't have had such a nonchalant attitude toward spit. Sharing a bit of saliva must be no big deal to him anymore. Great.

Hoping her blatant jealousy isn't written all over her face, Hermione takes a sip, disappointed by its bland, almost metallic taste. She was hoping she'd be able to taste him.

But the wine warms her right up. Hermione doesn't drink often, never, really, and she knows she'll feel the effects quickly. Maybe too quickly.

"So. We have a lot to talk about," says Ron, as soon as she finishes her sip.

Or maybe, not quickly enough.

She nods and looks down at her hands. He's looking down too — she doesn't have to watch him to know that his eyes aren't on her anymore.

A few moments pass in silence, and Hermione figures she'll have to speak up first. How much does she have to explain? How much should she reveal? It seems like the best possible time to share, to tell him everything she almost said over the last four months. Everything she should have said before. They're alone here, why not clear the air?

She takes a deep breath. "I asked you to Slughorn's party as my date, and you said yes."

Ron's scoff confirms what she feared — her statement came off as an accusation. She hadn't meant it that way.

"I know that now," he says.

"But you didn't before?"

"No," he says, reaching for the bottle. "You're pretty subtle. Until you're not." He flashes his forearms at her, still covered with scars from her canary attack.

Her eyes sting with tears again, and she's suddenly sick to her stomach. "I shouldn't have set those birds on you."

"True. You shouldn't have."

No 'sorry's' or 'I forgive you's', just facts, not feelings. It's how they've always communicated, and it's still infuriating.

With a deep breath, Hermione continues, "I was angry at you for kissing Lavender."

A feeling. Not a fact. Maybe he'll follow suit.

"Why?"

Is he really going to make her say it?

"Because I was jealous, Ron. And jealousy makes people do irrational things."

"Well, don't do it again."

Is he asking her not to set birds on him again? "I won't! If you don't—"

She snaps her mouth shut. She almost told him not to kiss Lavender again. She can't ask that of him.

"Don't what?"

"Nothing," she says hastily, burying her expression with another sip of wine.

She watches as a smug smile spreads across Ron's face. "You were going to ask me not to kiss Lavender again, weren't you?"

Hermione keeps her mouth shut and passes the bottle back to him.

"You know it's not fair to ask that."

"I didn't ask that," she says, her jaw stiff. "I stopped myself."

He raises an eyebrow at her. "So you're still jealous?"

"Ron, stop." He's just gloating now. "Let's not talk about Lavender. I just want to be friends again. I'm not asking for anything more."

"Don't you want to know why I kissed her?"

"No—"

"Because I was also jealous."

His answer hits her like a brick. He was jealous. Does that mean…?

"Why were you jealous?"

That's until we start throwing knives. It's amazing how time flies.

Hermione waits for Ron to answer, watching patiently as his cheeks turn crimson. His eyes flit between her and the bottle.

"I was jealous because Ginny said you snogged Krum."

He averts his gaze when he speaks.

"She did?" asks Hermione. "That was two years ago."

Ron shrugs. "Made me jealous."

"So that's why you kissed Lavender?"

Ron nods.

"Even though I had just asked you out on a date?"

"Hermione, I didn't know you meant it as a date! I assumed it was a pity invite."

"You should have talked to me!" she protests. "I was completely blindsided."

"I should have told you how I felt?"

"Yes!"

"Why? You didn't! You just hinted at it, then fucking attacked me with birds for misreading your nonexistent signals!"

Hermione was about to respond, but his retort snaps her mouth shut. He's right. It doesn't matter who started it, but she's the one who got violent. As she searches for a response, their argument pauses, and the air thickens with tension. She can feel Ron's eyes boring into her again, and she pointedly looks away. Why can't she just swallow her pride and say she's sorry?

It's not that easy.

"Maybe I'm better off with Lavender," he says, barely an audible whisper. "She treats me well."

Hermione's heart sinks into her stomach, and her eyes water again. She looks away, willing herself not to cry in front of Ron. She's pushing him away again, and she knows it. His implication cuts deep — he deserves someone who treats him well, and Hermione doesn't.

She can change that; he just has to trust her. But that's a lot to ask, isn't it?

"You're right. Maybe you are better off with her," she says, dejected.

'Cause you're more difficult than trying to fold a fitted sheet

And I'm more difficult than trying to throw a quaffle (at least for me)

You know without you I'd be lost

To her surprise, he grins again. "So that's what you want? For me to stay with Lavender."

Does he really need her to answer?

He hands her the wine, and she stares at it, wondering if another sip would benefit her. She's already feeling the effects.

Eh, why not? She takes another generous sip, enjoying its warm trail down her throat.

"It's a simple question, Hermione."

"Is that what you want?" she asks.

He narrows his eyes and smirks at her, a dangerous combination. With Ron, there's a fine line between anger and flirting, or at least, she thought there was. Before Lavender.

But, Lavender's not in the hospital wing drinking wine with Ron. Hermione is.

She bites her lip to keep from grinning.

"No. It's not." He blurts his answer as though the words have been trapped, waiting to escape. His ears turn pink at his admission, and he eyes the wine in accusation. With a shrug, he continues. "You know what I want."

She's buzzing from the wine — the muscles in her face soften, and her pent-up anxiety about the approaching topic seems to melt away. It feels like there's a clump of wriggling flobberworms in her stomach.

At least, she'd be more willing to play dumb if it saves her the heartache of being wrong. Why can't he just say it?

"I think we want the same thing," she says, summoning her Gryffindor courage, "but I want to hear you say it."

Ron lets out a groan. "Is every conversation we have going to be this difficult?"

Cause you're more difficult than peeling onions without crying

Or pulling on freshly washed skinny jeans

No, I'm not lying; I'd be lost without you

Despite his groan, his shoulders are relaxed, he's sporting a goofy grin, and his answer is clear and direct, leaving no room for misinterpretation. Thank Merlin, the wine is hitting him too. "I want you."

I want you. The words are like music to her ears.

"Still?" she asks. "Even after the birds?" If the roles were reversed, she'd definitely be holding a grudge.

"I don't understand it, but yeah. Still."

She reaches for the bottle — she'll need another dose of courage before continuing. Especially since his next question is easy to guess.

"So," he starts, suddenly sheepish, "do you want me too?"

Hermione sets the bottle down between them and tries to mimic his serious stare from before, but she can't stop from smiling. "Yes. Still."

Silence overtakes the space between them, and Hermione can almost taste the tension in the air. What next? Her daydreams never got this far.

"Then why are you still sitting there?" he asks, an eyebrow raised.

He inches to the side and motions to the space between them in clarification.

Oh, she understood.

His invitation is so tempting, and she almost gives in and crawls into the bed with him, but something stops her. Lavender. He's still someone else's boyfriend.

"Because you have a girlfriend."

"I'm not so sure I do anymore."

"What? Why?"

"Do you really need to ask why, Hermione?" At her confused expression, he continues, "or should I call you Er-My-Nee."

"Lavender heard about that?"

Ron nods, and Hermione knows she should feel sorry for her but… she doesn't. Not one bit.

"So?" he repeats, glancing down at the space beside him.

Hermione rises to her feet and crawls onto the bed, very aware that she's holding her breath. The bed is so small that she can't put a few inches of space between them, so she settles against his shoulder. He reaches for her hand, and their fingers intertwine.

"Is this okay?" asks Ron, caressing her hand with his fingers.

"Yes."

It's another moment she's imagined for years — holding Ron's hand. Not in a 'let me help you up' kind of way, but in a loving, flirtatious, non-platonic way. She's surprised by how easy it is; how comfortably she fits there.

Hermione rests her head on Ron's shoulder, and the bottle of wine in his other hand catches her eye. If only they had shared that bottle four months ago, things could be so different. She pushed him away, and he pushed right back. She could have lost him, yet somehow, he's still right here.

The hurt is still here too. She can tell by the way his breath is shallow and anxious, and the stiffness of his arm against hers that he won't kiss her tonight. Even holding hands is clunky, awkward, and almost too much, and definitely too soon. Yet somewhere in all its dysfunction, it's perfect.

You're for me and I'm for you, you know it's true

The best dysfunctional team that this world has ever seen

The bottle is nearly empty — they've kept drinking but stopped talking. She only notices the stark silence between them when she can hear her own breathing and grows self-conscious that he can hear it too.

She opens her mouth to speak just to fill the silence but freezes. Her lips are too loose from the alcohol, and she better not say anything. He doesn't need to know what's really on her mind. Three little words could push him away, and she just got him back.

It's definitely too soon for that truth.

"Hermione?"

"Hmm?" she asks.

He lets go of her hand and wraps his free arm around her shoulders, encouraging her to lean more of her weight against him. "I love wine."

Hermione laughs. His tone is playful. Knowing. Her stomach flips when he gently squeezes her shoulder as he says 'wine'. If she were sober, she wouldn't dare read too much into those words. Tomorrow, she'll probably wake up and second guess this whole conversation, but right now?

"I love wine, too."

And I love you

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jatphatones · 4 years ago

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Sunshine Over Green Eyes | One Shot (Luke Patterson x Reader)

A/N: Hello lovely people! This is a little angsty turned fluffy one shot with a little jealousy, a little friendship love, and all around wholesome goodness. I have been studying for a major test that’s coming up so I thought it was the perfect time to write lol - we love productive procrastination. Anyways, hope you like this little piece and let me know what you think!

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: lil angst, swears and typos probably

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If Luke catches me looking at him one more time, I’m just going to take myself out right then and there. As I sit in on their rehearsal, I try to focus on the song and performance themselves. It was embarrassing how I can’t look away from the guitarist, but honestly, you can’t blame me. The way he handles the guitar is seriously impressive, his arms were already hypnotizing enough, his smile when he hits a note…I shake my head with the thoughts again and look down at my homework. Yeah, I can try to focus on my homework instead. Ugh, boring.

Ever since we figured out that the Flynn and I can communicate with the boys while they played their music with Julie, I’ve been around the studio more often. These goofballs were extremely entertaining and I loved seeing my best friend thrive especially after this past year. They never fail to make me smile whenever I attend their rehearsals. Even when they weren’t rehearsing, I would still come around to help the guys practice their ghost abilities.

We figured out that not only can the hold stuff, but they can also become visible to lifers. If they concentrate hard enough, they can become tangible to people other than Julie. When they focused on a particular person, they can make themselves known to only that person. The first time the three of them appeared in front of me, I was certainly not expecting it. Julie and I were just working on homework in her bedroom when the guys just appeared in front of me. My scream was not my proudest moment. The noise I let out drowned out all their laughing that night.

“What do you think of that drum solo, Y/N?” Luke snapped me out of my thoughts. The band was looking over at me.

“Speaking from my obvious expert opinion,” I joked, “it was fucking sick. The way you build it up, Alex - can’t even tell you how great it sounds,” I grinned at the blonde.

“You have to say that. You’re our friend,” Alex shoots back.

“Fine! I take it back.” I turn my nose away.

“No, no, no. I’m just kidding, keep going!” Alex held up his hand and egged me on. We all chuckled and the guys started to pack up.

“And how did you think I did?” Luke asked sitting down right next to me. He smirked, preparing for the typical witty comment.

“You were a little pitchy, but your arms make up for it,” I joked, hoping that he couldn’t hear my pounding heart from his close proximity. I can see the light sweat droplets falling down the side of his face with how close he is to me.

“It’s always about my arms. That’s all I am - a pretty face and arms,” he swipes my notebook from my lap in retaliation.

“Hey!” I grab my notebook back, “I never said anything about a pretty face.”

I let a victorious grin spread across my face. Without knowing it, Luke and I were staring at each other, just smiling. Reggie, Alex, and Julie shared a look before Alex ‘accidentally’ hit a cymbal. We snapped out of it and looked down at our laps, each letting a blush come on our face.

“Anyways, I should probably head out, I have a test tomorrow that I need to pass. I’ll see you all later.” I gathered my things and left with a wave.

“You have got to talk to her dude.” Alex commented as soon as I stepped out.

“Yeah, it’s getting embarrassing,” Reggie followed.

“You guys are insane. I can’t talk to her,” Luke shakes his head at his friends.

“Besides, what’s the point? It can never happen. We’re freaking ghosts!” He exclaims. He sends his hand through the garage door for good measure.

“Luke, even if that’s true, it doesn’t hurt to try. I mean, c’mon - you wrote a song called ’Now or Never’,” Julie argued.

“That song implies that we are living,” Luke counters.

“That’s besides the point. Look, it’s obvious that you guys like each other and want to be together regardless of your current situation. Why not just have fun and go with it?” Both Reggie and Alex pointed at Julie in agreement.

“I’ll think about it,” Luke compromised with his friends, knowing that he can’t win in this argument against them.

He knows that it isn’t smart to act on his feelings for you. You’re too good to him. You’re so supportive, witty, sweet, and - not to mention - full of life (which he definitely isn’t…sort of). You were like the sun that he can’t help but revolve around. And like the sun, he can’t help but be pulled in. He knows himself, and as a person who literally can’t hold his emotions in to the point that he has to write or perform them out, he knows that he will eventually admit his feelings to you - he’s just gonna hold it off until he can’t anymore.

But with the way you smile at him, he knows it won’t be any longer.

I let out a sigh of relief after stepping out of the classroom. After a whole night’s worth of studying, I felt like I did well. While walking to my locker, I mulled over my answers, checking to see if I got anything wrong from what I remembered. When I opened my locker, I looked across the room to see Julie at her locker too and rolled my eyes when I saw her jump from Luke’s sudden appearance. I could hear Julie right now - Stop doing that! Closing my locker, I started to make my way over to them, taking my time. I silently laughed to myself as Julie slyly put her phone up to her ear to pretend like she wasn’t talking to thin air. My pace slowed as I overheard their conversation.

“...Look I know I’m not the easiest person to work with, but I-I wanted to tell you that I think you make me a better writer,” Luke nervously runs his hand through his hair.

Julie looks up at him with a little tilt in her head, “I think we make each other better.”

And it was the soft looks that stopped me in my tracks. For days, I’ve been telling myself that it was all in my head. All my insecurities were making Julie and Luke’s interactions out to be more than just friendly conversation. But this? This was clear as day. Those words, those looks were anything but platonic. I turned around and headed to my next class with my head hanging low, sadness filling my chest.

For the next few week I kept my distance, only coming to one to two practices instead of every practice. I couldn’t bear to see their duets or walk into them giggling over something or seeing how much closer they looked after a good song writing session. I tried my hardest to act normal and not like I was crying on the inside. Alex and Reggie never noticed any changes or if they did, they didn’t mention it. During rehearsals where Julie and Luke were in their own little world on the makeshift stage, I let my mind wander. I didn’t notice Luke worriedly look over at my blank face as I stared out into space.

How could Luke not like Julie? She was so talented and so amazing. They have developed such a strong bond, especially since they share the same pain over their moms and create music out of it. Luke has Julie to sing, perform, and dance with while I sit on a couch or on the side for support. Music is Luke’s whole passion as well as Julie’s. Where would I fit in that?

“Hey, rehearsal is over,” Julie said to me softly. I was zoning out so much I didn’t even realize that the music stopped. I gave her a pained smile and nodded. Slowly gathering my things, I silently scolded myself for thinking such negative thoughts.

Who am I to compare myself with Julie? She is amazing but that doesn’t mean that I’m not fantastic in my own way too. Sure I’m not as musically gifted as she or Luke is, but I have a lot to offer. And if Luke doesn’t see that, then that’s his loss.

“Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Yeah sure,” I lead the way outside of the garage and towards Julie’s house. The others were most likely going to hang out for a little bit while we talked. When we got inside, we sat on the couch facing each other.

“I just wanted to talk to you and see what’s been up with you lately. I know something’s wrong. You don’t have to tell me, but I wanted to tell you that I noticed and that I’m here for you if you need anything,” Julie spoke softly, trying not to scare me off as she called out my recent behavior. I sighed and looked down at my hands. I became ashamed that I let myself spiral in silence rather than talk to my best friend about what’s going on.

“I know that I’ve been distant lately,” I started, looking up at my best friend. She grimaced.

“Was it anything I did? Or anything the boys did? I know they can be idiots sometimes so I got no problems putting them in their place.” We chuckled at that statement. Both of us knew that even if they were ghosts, Julie could still scare them shitless.

“No, no, its not that at all,” I let out a breath, “it’s my fault.” I look down then back up at her again with resignation. I have to tell her.

“I’ve been developing feelings for Luke,” I search her face for any shock - I found nothing.

“Well, yeah no kidding. It’s so freaking obvious, Y/N,” Julie rolls her eyes with amusement as I start to fumble with excuses. “You two are ridiculously oblivious to each other. Those sneaky glances between y’all while we perform or the moments between y’all when you’re chilling on the couch together are so obvious that it’s disgusting. I’ve been shipping you two since forever!” Julie was gesturing wildly, becoming so passionate about her friend’s obliviousness.

“W-What no? See that’s why I needed to talk to you. I like him but it’s obvious to me that he likes you,” Julie is taken aback by this.

“And I’ve been letting jealousy get in the way of our friendship, and I feel horrible. I should be happy for you because, well, who wouldn’t like you, Julie? You’re talented, smart, strong, pretty, funny and anyone in their right minds would have a crush on you. So yeah, I just need to realize that he’ll never like me the way he likes you…this small crush will probably blow over anyways,” I shrug off, faking my nonchalance.

Julie was silent for a few seconds. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing right now. How could her best friend not see that Luke was literally a puppy following her around every second? She quickly scolds herself for not recording her writing sessions with Luke because then she would have proof of Luke’s cute, and, frankly, obnoxious infatuation with you. Luke’s puppy dog look anytime you look away from him was a running joke between Julie, Alex, and Reggie. How can you not see it?

“First of all, you’re sweet for saying those things. Second of all, are you out of your mind? I can assure you that Luke does not like me because he is head over heels for you, girl! I swear half the songs Luke and I write are about you, and, not to brag, but those are great songs…which leads to my third point - anyone in their right minds would have a crush on you, Y/N. You’re crazy smart, clever, and literally beautiful inside and out. Do you not think so?” Julie tilts her head and grabs my hand.

“No, I know. There was a second where I started to compare myself to you and that was not a fun time. I know that I’m great in my own way, but it’s okay if Luke doesn’t see it the way I want him to.”

“For the last time, Y/N, Luke likes you. I’m about to take back what I said about you being crazy smart,” She pats my hand, trying to stay patient with the idiot of her best friend.

“You’re lying,” I shake my head in denial. “I’m not proud to say this, but I overheard your conversation with Luke the other week. You were in the hallway with him and were talking to him before Nick came to get you for your dance performance. I saw you guys and you were really close,” I admitted quietly. She squeezed my hand to get my attention again.

“Y/N, girl. That was nothing,” Julie could tell I didn’t believe her. “And think about it. The guys can only appear in front of other people if they concentrate hard enough. If you could see Luke even when he wasn’t talking to you then what does that mean?” She raises her eyebrow at me, hoping I catch her drift. She lets out an exasperated breath at my shrug.

“It means that without even trying, he’s thinking about you. Luke probably thinks about you all the time without even knowing it. I wouldn’t lie to you about this, Y/N,” Julie sang song. She nudged you as you started to turn red.

Both of you were internally freaking out albeit in different ways. Julie was having an internal dance party as you processed her revelation which got your heart pounding as everything started to short-circuit in your brain. It was a sight to see.

“Well, shit. Um I guess I should talk to him then. I should probably be hearing this from him,” I said slowly. Julie squeezes my hand.

“Please, I can’t take it anymore. I need you two together. I need my ship to sail…Also, me and the boys have a bet on when you two will admit your feelings and I want to win bragging rights,” Julie says the last part quickly.

“Ugh, rude!” I scoff at my best friend. She cackles loudly.

“Sorry not sorry. Just remember you love me,” Julie shrugs. “And thanks for talking to me about this. I’m glad you told me instead of keeping it to yourself.”

“Of course, Julie. I’m so sorry I haven’t talked to you about this sooner. I’d rather be sad about losing a boy than be sad about losing a friend, especially if it’s you Jules.” We shared a small smile, and she gives me a hug. I let out a breath of relief.

“That’s right. Ain’t no boy worth our friendship.” I nodded into her shoulder. This is why Julie is my best friend - even after my stupid distancing, she still is the most supportive friend. Freaking love that girl.

I stood at Julie’s locker as we both laughed at something that happened in our class when Luke popped in again. We both let out a little jump and people passing us looked at us weirdly.

“Julie opened her locker loudly,” I explained feebly. They just gave us weird looks and went on their way. Julie and I shared a look before we simultaneously gave Luke a pointed look.

“What? Honestly, how can I not scare you guys when I poof in?” He defended himself. We were silent as he pouted at us in hopes of forgiveness. Luke’s pout turned into a smile when he saw my mouth trying not to mirror his. I felt it slowly creeping up, and failed at covering it up when Julie looked over at me in disbelief.

“Y/N! See, this is why we can’t have nice things!” she lets out a scoff before jokingly walking off. She didn’t even wait to see what Luke needed before she disappeared around the corner.

“You should probably catch up to her if you need to talk to her about band stuff,” I comment, closing Julie’s locker.

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you, Y/N.” Luke peered down at me as he stepped closer to me. “You should probably pretend you’re on a phone call before people think you’re crazy.”

“Oh, r-right.” I pulled out my phone and pretended to say hi, trying not to sound nervous to the fake person on the phone. I slowly started to walk towards my next class with Luke on my right. I haven’t spent alone time with him in a while…It was kinda easy to avoid the ghost when I was barely at the studio. That being said, it just made me all the more nervous to be alone with Luke again. He was so close that I noticed his hand would phase through mine. I wondered if he noticed too.

“I- I was just wondering if you’re coming to practice after school? I noticed you haven’t been around the studio as much, but I assumed it was because of your test. Oh how did you do on that by the way?” You smiled when he remembered. How sweet.

“Oh I think I did well. I don’t have much going on now, so yeah I’ll be around after school.” I nodded, knowing that I look ridiculously nodding on the phone. I knew I couldn’t avoid him for long.

“Good! I mean yeah…that’s good. We have a new song and we wanted to show our number one supporter before we performed it live,” he explained. I tried not to laugh as Luke remained unfazed by the kids walking through him.

I stand to the side of my next classroom and look at him to find him already staring at me. His green eyes were shining with sincerity and in the spur of the moment, I turned back around and started walking away from my classroom.

“Where are you going?” Luke tries to catch up to me as I walk briskly back to the cafeteria, the school bell already signaled that next period was starting. I walked out to the school yard and sat down on an empty bench.

“What’s up? Don’t you have class right now?” Luke sat down next to me, confusion etched on his face.

“I have study period right now so it doesn’t matter. I have to tell you something, Luke.” I rushed out, trying to get words out before I lose confidence and shut down completely.

“I like you. I’ve liked you since I started hanging out in the studio with you guys. And it’s okay if you don’t like me or you like someone else, but I can’t keep this in anymore. So…yeah I like you,” I trailed off awkwardly. I looked down at my hands which were starting to get clammy. We both could hear my breath shaking in the silence that followed my confession.

I’ve done it. It’s over. I’ve ruined our friendship. It’s going to be so awkward now. Probably shouldn’t even go to their rehearsal after school. Julie has definitely lost her bet. This is a disaster. This is-

“Y/N?” Luke calls my name out quietly. I look up at him to see him grinning. His kind eyes never looked so green.

“How could I ever like anyone else? I’ve liked you since I first saw you. You couldn’t see us obviously, but I fell for you right away. You were wearing a pretty blue shirt that had flowers on it and your laughter was literal music to my ears. Ever since then, I’ve liked you.”

I let out a silent oh after Luke’s confession. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. To have the guy you like, like you back - an insane concept. We were silent, then met each other’s eyes, and then dropped our eyes again. We both let out a breathless laugh at the situation. The air around was so light as we processed each other’s words. I felt my heart soaring.

“I don’t really know how we’re going to do this…” I say aloud.

“But we’ll figure it out together,” Luke says with determination. His eyes begged you to give this a chance. You internally laughed because he definitely did not need to beg. Of course, you’ll give whatever this is a chance.

“Together,” I reaffirmed. At that moment, I got a text from Julie who was in the study period with me.

Are you guys done confessing your love yet? Ms. Goldberg is asking where you are.

I chuckled at the text and showed Luke who laughed as well.

“I should probably get back to class. Um, I’ll see you after school,” we both stand up. I looked up at him while I adjusted my backpack. He was already bouncing on his feet in excitement and quickly nodded his head. I started to walk away before I turned back around.

“Before I go, I have one more confession, Luke,” he tucks his hands in his pocket and looks at me expectedly, “It was your arms that caught my eye.” I let out a laugh at the same time he takes his hands out of his pocket and throws them up in the air. He brings them down and gives me a smirk which makes my heart stutter.

“It was always the pretty face and the arms with you,” Luke flexes this time, making my cheeks redder than they already are. I shrug, not even bothering to argue that fact. He continues, “Whatever, they work didn’t they?”

We both grin as my phone vibrated again, probably with another text from Julie. We wished each other a cute goodbye, and I walked back to the school’s entrance.

As Luke watched you walk away, he was already coming up with lyrics and couldn’t wait to get back to the studio. His mind was flowing with lyrics about the sun.

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A/N: And there it is! I’m all for open communication between friends. Hell yeah there’s no way a guy (hot or not) will get in the way of a friendship. Anyways, if you have any comments, feedback, questions, requests, or jokes, hit up my ask and lets hang! - Titi xx

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johnsamericano · 4 years ago

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23 days of NCT masterlist.

taglist: @notbeforelong @whathamelon @curieouscapt @silent-potato @gjheaaa @ajhdr @mrcarbonatedmilk @unknown5tar

warnings: Jaemin not knowing what an erection is 😭, fluff, fluff, fluff and angst, not proofread forgive me 😞

“There she is.” Doyoung pointed out, looking directly at you, gracefully walking down the hall. “Her name is y/n, she’s 12.”

“How long will I have to stay with her?” Jaemin stared at you with curiosity.

“If everything goes right, until her soul is ready to abandon her body.”

“What do you mean if everything goes right?”

“There have been some angels who have given into this world’s temptations.” He shut his eyelids, his frown growing deeper as he spoke. “You shall never give into them, Jaemin. I heard loosing your wings causes a great pain, physical and mental.”

“Is there anything else I should know?”

“Never reveal your true identity to her.” His hand gripped Jaemin’s shoulder. “You’ll be able to observe her in your real form, but she’ll never be able to see you, unless you allow her to.” Jaemin nodded, mentally taking notes of all the rules he had to follow. “If you wish to communicate something directly to her, you can disguise yourself as one of her relatives.”

“I have one more question.” Doyoung patiently waited for him to keep talking. “Aren’t guardian angels assigned to humans when they’re born?”

Doyoung remained silent, deciding wether to tell him or not the truth.

“Her former guardian angel fell in love with her.” Jaemin’s eyes went wide, how could an angel fall for a human? “He tried to show himself before her, but we stopped him on time.” Doyoung sighed, a glint of sadness in his voice as he resumed the story. “Unfortunately, he was vanished from heaven. The pain of losing his wings was greater than his love for y/n, greater than his will to live apparently.”

“Well that’s sad.” He pursed his lips. “I promise to do a good job protecting her.”

“I’m sure you will, Jaemin. You’re a good angel.”

“Jaemin, watch out!” His string of thoughts was cut off by your hand around his wrist, tugging on it aggressively to stop him from running into a bike. “Pay attention while walking, you could’ve gotten hurt.”

“Worried about me?” He smiled at your concerned features.

“Shut up before I kick your ass.” Despite your sometimes aggressive behavior, Jaemin knew you were a softie. How could he not know when he literally spent every moment with you, even if you were not aware of his presence sometimes. “Will you come help me unpack after classes?” Your fingers suddenly laced with his, a habit he’d discovered a few months into your friendship and never failed to make his heart race.

“Sure.”

You didn’t expect him to appear at your front door with a bunch of house supplies.

“What’s all this?” You helped him get everything inside your messy apartment. “This is really too much, but thank you.” You pulled him into a hug, your palms stroking his back tenderly.

Jaemin wanted to push you away, he wanted to stop his heartbeat from increasing, but you were intoxicating. It was useless to deny he felt something for you, but as long as nor you or another angel knew, everything would be fine.

“Are you wearing something under your shirt?” You frowned, feeling something shift below your palms.

Jaemin pulled away, internally scolding his wings for trying to show themselves.

“Let’s unpack.” You didn’t mention the topic again, but he knew you weren’t gonna forget about it.

He helped you move some furniture, hang up a few posters and fold your clothes to fit them inside your new closet.

“Wait!” You tried snatching the box of your underwear out of his hands, but it was already too late. He held your red, lacy thong right in front of his face, examining it before realizing what it was.

“Sorry.” His face was flushed as he put the piece of clothing back into the box, a bulge growing inside his jeans. He didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he didn’t care. Truth to be told, he’d never experienced pleasure, therefore, he wasn’t aware of the reaction your thong had provoked in his weak human body.

You didn’t make a comment on it, deciding not to humiliate him. After an hour of folding clothes, you decided to take a break, ordering some takeout food and letting Jaemin pick a movie to watch.

“It’s getting late, you should stay over.” You picked up the remains of your food and saved them in the fridge for later. “You can take the bed, I’ll take the couch.”

“Why don’t we sleep together?” The words slipped past his lips before his brain could register. “I-I mean-”

“It’s okay, as long as you don’t kick me I think we’ll be fine.” You smiled so naturally at him, as if your heart wasn’t rapidly drumming against your rib cage. “I have a few of my brother’s shirts, you can grab one of those.”

He tried calming himself down inside the bathroom. It was the first time he’d sleep with you in flesh and bone, not like he usually did, in his true form with his wings around your body, keeping you warm.

He was expecting for you to crawl into his arms like you usually did in your sleep, but you didn’t even bother to spare him a glance, too concentrated on your phone. A burning feeling started growing inside his chest, definitely not something an angel should feel. He snatched your phone away.

“Hey!” You tried getting it back, accidentally hugging him on the process. “Give it back.” Your nose was almost touching his.

His deep, brown orbs stared into yours, his pupils growing slightly bigger at the sight of your.

“Jaemin...” You whispered, his erratic breath fanning against your cheeks.

None of you moved, afraid to do something you’d later regret. But his lips looked so tempting, so kissable, you couldn’t resist leaning in, your lips almost brushing before you spoke.

“Is this okay?” You were so painfully close. He knew the right thing was to push you away, but how could he when you were looking at him with pleading eyes? Those eyes that made him want to lay the entire word at your feet.

“Yes.” He was the one to pull your face closer to his, bringing his hand to the back of your head to hold you in place, just like the main characters of the corny movies you loved did.

He wanted to cry right there, the thing he’d been fantasizing about all those years was finally happening. For a moment, he stopped thinking about his wings, stopped worrying about the fact that he’d probably be punished for his sinful actions.

“Your lips are so soft.” He whispered, cupping your cheeks with delicacy pulling away only to leave random pecks on your lips, enjoying the warmth of them. “Like small, pink clouds.”

You giggled at the comparison.

“I like you, Jaemin.”

“I like you too, y/n. So much.” He wanted to say ‘I love you’ but he figured out it might be a bit to early for you.

He continued savoring your lips, pecking them as if he was trying to memorize every little texture of your plump skin. Your hands went to his sensitive back, unknowingly caressing the spot were his wings were hidden.

It all happened too fast, his large wings ripping through the borrowed shirts and showing themselves to you. The look on your face was of pure shock, your arms falling limp to your sides as Jaemin’s stomach stirred with fear.

“Y/n...” He called you at least five times, your eyes fixated on the silky, white feathers.

It was all too much to process. Was he pranking you? No, fake wings wouldn’t move the way his did.

“Say something, please.” You noticed how his wings fell slightly, as if mimicking his emotions.

Drops of salty tears falling into your cheeks awakened you from your trance, your best friend crying on top of you as his hands held your face dearly.

“How?” Was the only thing you could pronounce, your mind still trying to work through the situation.

“I know this looks bad, but I swear, I never meant to deceive you. I wanted to protect you from afar, but I couldn’t resist meeting you. You’re the brightest human I’ve ever seen, and I don’t deserve to be with you. I am a liar, a cheater who used his powers to get into your life.” He began rambling, your mind slowly connecting the dots until you finally had an idea of what he was.

“An angel?” You asked, voicing your inner doubts.

“I don’t deserve to be your guardian...” He ignored your previous question, tucking his face in your neck.

His wings timidly pressed against his back, moving the slightest as your fingers danced over them, mesmerized at the soft texture.

“I feel like I’m dreaming.” Your voice didn’t sound angry, in fact, he could almost see your smile as you spoke. “Aren’t you going to get in trouble for this?” Your hands forced his face up, making him face You. “I don’t want you to get in trouble, Nana.”

“They might’ve found by now, but it doesn’t matter anymore. I am willing to lose my wings as a punishment for those amazing moments I’ve spent by your side.”

He was about to incorporate, about to leave you and never come back, but the sudden crash of your lips against his had him frozen at the spot.

“I don’t want you to get in trouble...” You whispered against his lips. “But neither do I want you to leave me. I'm a selfish human that wants her angel to give up everything for her, I'm sorry.”

He smiled, euphoric at the words he'd only heard in his wildest dreams.

“Then I guess I'll have to oblige.”

Jaemin spent the night curled up with his loved human, wings protecting her from any danger while Doyoung watched everything with confusion. He knew it was the right thing to punish the young angel for his sinful actions, but there was nothing sinful at the unfolding scene. If anything, it was the purest thing he'd seen from his vast years on earth.

“Good luck, Jaemin.” The black-haired left unnoticed, letting his friend fulfill his duties as your guardian angel until the last breath of life left your body.

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sams-sass · 4 years ago

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Right Here Waiting

Friends!!! I am so sorry that I haven't posted in like weeks. I was taking time to relax and refresh. This is for all my Dean girls! I hope you all have a beautiful weekend. Thank you so much for reading! Much love *kisses*

Summary: You get hurt on a hunt and Dean faces the fact that he might lose you before he gets to tell you how he feels.

Pairings: Dean x Reader.

Warnings: Talk of death. Angst. Fluff. Angsty fluff. Few swear words.

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Deans back practically rammed through the door, almost knocking it off its hinges. He dragged you into the motel room with Sam running in behind him, his arms full of weapons and bags. Your head lolled from side to side against Dean's chest as he walked backward toward one of the beds. His limp was bad, and every step was agonizing, but he was determined to take care of you first. He threw you down on the bed and grabbed your face between his hands.

“Y/N!” He screamed, his voice nervous and shaky. You didn’t move, didn’t even flinch. He shook your shoulders, his bloody hands grasping your shirt.

“Dean!” Sam yelled at his brother. It was almost as if Dean didn’t hear him, just continued to stare into your face. “Dean!” Sam tried again, grabbing Dean’s jacket this time.

"Not now, Sam!" Dean shrugged Sam's hands-off and grabbed your shirt again, shaking you even harder this time.

"Dean!" Sam shouted, grabbing his brother by the jacket with both hands and picking him up off your body. Dean pushed against Sam's hands, his breath coming in fast and hard as he tried to get back to you. "Dean," Sam said softly this time. "She has a head injury; you can't shake her like that." He let go of Dean's jacket and patted his shoulder compassionately, telling him he completely understood his brother's outburst. Dean nodded quickly and dragged his hand over his mouth, feeling the blood on his skin. He looked down at his hand, and his lips parted at the shock of seeing it covered in blood. At that moment, he realized how much pain he was in; he collapsed into Sam’s chest when his leg gave out suddenly. Sam caught him and moved to the bed, helping Dean sit down next to you and looking at his leg. Dean kicked his jeans off and saw the wicked-looking gash across his thigh and dragging over his knee. He winced at the sight of blood and his torn flesh.

"How did you get so lucky? That wendigo tore me and Y/N apart." Dean asked Sam, who seemed unharmed.

“I have a bullet wound on my arm from when Y/N shot at it and missed it," Sam said, his voice was eerily calm.

“You have a bullet…Sam!” Dean screamed. He started looking at Sam's arms, and sure enough, there was a hole in his left jacket sleeve with a stream of blood trailing down.

"I'll worry about it later. You could bleed out." Sam said, getting out the stitches and gauze. He moved his left arm as little as possible, stitching his brother to the best of his abilities. Dean distracted himself by looking over at you, your face peaceful on the puke green bedspread. He couldn't imagine what would happen if you didn't wake up. He didn't want to look in the rearview mirror again if you weren't curled up in the back seat, your eyes catching his every once in a while. He didn't want to fall asleep at night without listening to your quiet breaths, even and steady. How could he manage another hunt without being able to celebrate with you after? He didn’t want to think about it, couldn’t let himself fall into that pit of despair.

His thoughts were interrupted when Sam accidentally stabbed him; he mumbled a “sorry” and kept working. He finally finished, wiping away at all the blood and standing up. He handed Dean the gauze and flopped down next to him on the bed, slowly taking off his jacket and shirt. His hands clenched from the pain. Sam turned so Dean could clean and inspect the wound for bullet fragments. Finding none, he wrapped Sam’s arm in gauze. The brothers then passed a bottle of whiskey back and forth between them, looking back at you with every sip. Sam placed a reassuring hand on his brother's shoulder, sending him a small smile.

“She’s gonna be okay." He said. Dean didn't answer; he just kept staring at you lying on the bed.

“Sam I…” He let his voice trail off, not wanting to finish his sentence.

“I know, Dean. I know.” Sam nodded his head and looked at the ground. You had been unconscious for about two hours now, and the boys were both growing with anxiety. Sam considered you his best friend. His companion on this long and broken road. He loved you and often showed you, exposing his thoughts and feelings to you when he couldn't count on anyone else. You were like a sister to him, a familial and strong bond that couldn't break. Dean was a different story. You and Dean were more than close. He considered you an extension of himself. He found himself waking before you so you would have a hot coffee when you woke up. He found ways to touch you, to let his skin move over yours for just a moment. No matter how fleeting the time maybe. He wanted to be flooded by you, surrounded by you in the dark of night. To feel your hair tickle his skin. Your scent cascades its way through him and fill him completely. He dreamt of a time when he could look into your eyes, deeply and passionately. Dream of a time when he could run his hands through your hair, feeling the strands slip between his fingers. He thought of you every day. Whispered your name into the night.

Now it looked like you may be slipping away. He could barely stand to look at you, knowing how badly you were hurt. Your skin was starting to bruise. A grotesque handprint was on your bicep where the wendigo had grabbed you and thrown you into the cave wall harshly. He scowled at the memory and swallowed thickly. He moved and limped his way into the bathroom, wetting a washcloth with warm water. He limped back to the bed and signaled to Sam to help him move you into a more comfortable position. He laid your head on the pillow while Sam straightened your legs before moving to his bed.

“Want me to stay up?” Sam asked.

"Nah, Sammy, I'll watch her," Dean responded, sitting back down next to you on the bed.

"Okay, wake me when she wakes up," Sam said around a yawn. Dean gave him a small smile and lifted your hand in his, beginning to wipe the dirt from your skin. He gently wiped all your exposed skin, pushing the hair away from your forehead. Your chest was moving slowly but surely, up and down, giving Dean a sense of peace. He moved toward the head of the bed and leaned his back against the headboard, stretching his aching muscles. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey again and watched the amber liquid slosh in the glass. His eyes kept wandering back to you, worry evident on his face.

Your face twitched first, eyebrows furrowing and lips curling. You moaned and rolled your head slowly, eyelashes fluttering open.

“Hey. Hey. Don’t move too much.” Dean said. He pulled himself over to you and grabbed your hand within his, looking into your fluttering eyes with concern. Waking up to Dean was something you could get used to. Jade eyes and freckles were greeting you softly. You groaned and suddenly felt the heaviness in your head. The pounding and splitting ache felt as if someone filled your head with rocks and shook it violently.

“Dean? What happened?” You whispered. Your voice was raspy and weak.

"The wendigo. It threw you against the cave wall. You hit your head pretty badly." He whispered back; his fingers brushed against your cheek as he tried to assess the extent of your head wound.

“Jesus, it's bright in here." You grumbled, lifting your head slightly. Dean tried to wrap his hands around your shoulders to support you. "I'm fine." You mumbled and tried to sit up, immediately regretting your decision. The room spun, and nausea hit your stomach hard. You fell back against the bed and placed your palm against your forehead, your eyes slamming shut.

“Shit, Y/N, just lay down.” Dean’s voice sounded annoyed and concerned at the same time.

“What’s that sound?” You asked through gritted teeth.

“What sound?” Dean asked, looking around the room with wide frantic eyes.

“That ringing! Oh my god, it’s so loud.” You said, moving your hands to your ears.

“Y/N? Y/N! Hey!" You heard him talking over you, but the sound was so loud, and you were so tired. Your skin felt heavy on your bones. Your neck was unable to lift your head. You couldn't take the ringing anymore; it was so loud in your head. Bouncing off your skull like bullets. The room began to shrink around you, the corners of your vision becoming dark and blurry. Your eyes closed again, and you slowly sank into the blackness that was calling your name with its warm voice. You felt your body move but didn't wake. Felt smooth leather of the backseat of the impala against the skin of your hands, but didn’t move. You thought you heard Dean's panicked voice saying your name but knew it was just a dream. The soft feeling of sleep surrounding you in its peaceful and calming hold.

Dean grabbed your face in between his hands, his mouth repeating your name over and over again as he watched you fall into the blackness. Sam raced to his brother's side, falling to his knees on the side of the bed, looking at your closed eyes.

“Y/N!” Dean screamed. “No, no, no, no, baby. Wake up for me.” He pleaded, this thumbs rubbing circles into your cheeks.

"Dean, we have to get her to the hospital!" Sam yelled, standing up and putting his hand on his brother's shoulder. He practically pushed Dean off of you and bent at the waist, placing his shoulder into your stomach, wrapping his arm around you, and lifting you as if you were a sack. Your body fell over his shoulder. Your hands swayed, and your fingers brushed against the back of his thighs. Dean pulled pants onto his legs quickly and limped to the car. There was a growing worry between them for your wellbeing. The silent communication that they often shared was thick with concern. Sam drove to the closest hospital while Dean held you in his arms in the backseat. His hands moved over your arms and shoulders. His mouth whispering your name and soft ‘please’s and ‘not yet’s into your hair as his lips brushed your ear.

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The hospital was bright and loud when the boys pushed through the door. Dean limping, his stitches pulling with every step while Sam had you thrown over his shoulder. Nurses ran over to the three of you and helped Sam place you on a stretcher. They wheeled you away, and the boys looked helplessly down the white and sterile hallway. The stretcher rammed through the double doors, and you were gone. The doors closed, and Dean felt his heart sink lower into his chest, hope fading inside him quickly.

Dean was sitting next to Sam in the waiting room for family. The blue plastic chair was uncomfortable and hard against his aching body. He didn't know how to feel or act. His body felt old and used. His mind felt fuzzy and disoriented. He couldn't decide if he was heartbroken or angry. His soul was in a battle between an explosion of anger and pain or silent suffering within his skin. He rested his elbows on his thighs, ignoring the pain against his freshly stitched skin, and bowed his head. Tears sprung to his eyes, but he swallowed them down, not allowing the flood to happen yet. You had to be okay; you had to pull through. You were strong. So fucking strong. You had to wake up, open those beautiful Y/E/C eyes of yours and give Dean that small smirk that made his heart stop.

“Mr. Jacobson?” The doctor asked, looking around the room and interrupting Dean’s thoughts.

“Yes?” Dean said, standing up and limping towards the doctor, Sam right next to him.

“You’re here for Serena Jacobson?” He asked, checking his clipboard. You had this all planned since you started working with the boys. You all had false papers with fake names for insurance purposes. On some, you and Dean were married; on others, you and Sam were married. Dean just happened to be the one who threw the papers down this time.

"Yes," Sam answered this time, swallowing hard and looking at Dean for a moment.

"She suffered a severe concussion and had some brain swelling. At the moment, it is still touch and go; we have her on sedatives that we will slowly decrease, so she wakes on her own." He said. Dean blinked his eyes and furrowed his brow. He couldn't understand what was being said. His world was collapsing around him as his heart rate skyrocketed. His breath became loud in his ears. His body stiff and cold. Sam placed his hand on Dean's shoulder, and his world snapped back to him suddenly.

“But she’s gonna be okay, right? Doc, she’s gotta be okay.” Dean asked, his voice small.

"Right now, that's up to her." He said, his fingers tapped his clipboard as he nodded at them and walked away. The boys found your room, and Dean thought he was going to vomit. The sight of you in that white, clean, and sterile bed made bile rise into his throat, gagging him slightly. A bed that others had laid in, been sick in, and died in filled his body with dread. His feet brought him over to your bedside. Sam stood on the other side of you; he brushed his fingers along your arm. Dean couldn't bring himself to touch you just yet. Your glowing skin looked washed out and dull in the harsh fluorescent lighting. The bruise on your arm stood out against the white sheets. You seemed so small in the bed, so weak and broken, a complete contrast to how you usually were. Dean felt the tears hitting the blanket before he realized he was crying. He couldn't lose you, not yet. Not ever.

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You opened your eyes to a sea of color. Green, blue, yellow, red, pink, and purple surrounded you. You felt warm under the sun, its soothing heat touching your exposed skin. The grass was scratchy under your thighs and elbows. The smell of summer was heavy in the air. It's thick and sticky air pulling into your lungs. Purple and pink flowers poked out of the green grass, their faces turned up towards the sun's light. A small creek tripped and stumbled over stones behind you; the sound of it filled you with peace. The sky was so blue with puffy white clouds hanging in it as if someone threw handfuls of cotton into the air. You blinked and looked around, slightly confused about where you were.

"Y/N! Come here!" A male voice said. You immediately sat up to find the source. Your heart dropped in your chest when you saw him, lips parting and breath catching in your throat at the sight. He looked shorter than you remembered. His shoulders that you used to ride on broad and expansive in his simple white t-shirt. He smiled at you, and tears prickled the edges of your eyes instantly.

“Dad?” You asked, standing up and moving towards him.

“Hey, Y/N/N, I’ve missed you so much.” He said with another smile that stung your heart.

“What is happening? What’s going on?” You asked him, sitting down in front of him.

“You’re hurt, sweetie. We are in a space between earth and heaven.” He answered, his body leaning closer to you.

"The wendigo." You said, remembering your head wound. You looked away at the expansive landscape in front of you, understanding, settling in your bones. "I'm dying." You whispered.

“That’s up to you, Y/N.” Your dad replied, his voice just as warm as you remembered.

“What do I do, dad?” You asked him with a trembling voice.

“Whatever you think is best.” He said back, his hand coming to cover yours, and you couldn’t stop the flood that completely engulfed you with emotion. You closed your eyes and relished in the feeling of his skin. He was right here in front of you, and you couldn't stop the swarm that filled you, breaking down all your walls and sweeping you away. You wrapped your arms around your father and took in his scent, clutching his shirt between your fingers.

“I can’t lose you again, daddy.” You mumbled against his shoulder.

"We can stay for a bit; tell me about your life." He said, his hands running over your back comfortingly. You nodded and sat back again, wiping your eyes and sniffling.

"Well, I'm a hunter just like you raised me to be. I hunt with these two men, Sam and Dean; you would like them a lot. Sam is like my big brother; he looks after me and I him on hunts and just in general. He is brilliant and kind; I enjoy his company so much because there is something about him that reminds me of you," You looked up at him with a small grin; he smiled back and nodded, silently telling you to go on. "then there’s Dean, he’s a bit of a different story. He’s strong, really strong. He’s selfless and compassionate…most of the time.” You laughed lightly. “He buys me coffee in the morning and gives me his jacket when I’m cold. He is a good man, they both are, but Dean…he makes me feel special.” You admitted, allowing yourself to say the words aloud for the first time and loving the warm feeling that spread throughout your veins. Your father smiled at you and nodded his head.

"Sounds like you are doing good, sweetie." He said, with a little laugh that made you smile. You nodded your head for a moment. Your lip started to tremble, and you made eye contact with him and slowly shook your head. There was so much you wanted to say, but only one thing came to your mind.

“I don’t want to leave. I want to stay with you.” You licked your bottom lip and let it catch between your teeth.

"That's an option." He said, tilting his head to the side and raising his eyebrows. "But is it the best option?" He asked, and you already knew the answer.

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Dean swallowed thickly and finally took your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over your wrist. Your skin felt cold, and it made him wince. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again when he couldn't speak the words. He needed to tell you how he felt. He didn't know if you could hear him, but he had to try. Had to unleash his feelings for you to know. He turned towards Sam and cleared his throat, licking his lips and controlling his emotions for a moment.

“Sammy, can I have a minute?” He said, hearing the crack in his voice.

“Of course. I’ll get us some coffee.” Sam said, nodding and walking out the room, leaving you and Dean alone. Dean turned back to you and wrapped his other hand around yours, warming your skin in between his hands. He looked down at your combined hands and opened his mouth, feeling his lower lip tremble with emotion.

"Y/N, I-I don't know what to say. I need you here with me. I need to wake up every day knowing that you are going to tell me, 'it's too early for good, morning is fine.'" He chuckled softly at the memory of your husky voice and disheveled appearance. “Ya know, when we first met, I thought there was no way this super cool chick was going to stick around. I thought you would work the case with us and then leave us in the dust. You didn't; though, you joined the family. I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here, and I'll be right here waiting for you, Y/N, always.” Dean looked up into your face and moved even closer to you, cupping your cheek in his hand. “Baby, please fight for this. I need you to fight and come back to me. I need you-I just need you, only you. I love you, Y/N. I love you so goddamn much, and you have to wake up, okay? You have to pull through and wake up, because if you don't…I don't know what I'll-." His muscles clenched at the thought of what he would do to save you, eyes closing and tears falling freely down his cheeks. "Come back to me, baby.” He whispered before he leaned forward and kissed your forehead. His lips trembled against your flesh, your hair moving from his heavy sobs. He sat up and clenched his jaw. He was beginning to feel numb. A cold and ominous breath was spreading through his body. He felt dead inside. His skin felt just as cold as yours did. His eyes just as unseeing as yours were. His heart is just as slow and unsure as yours was. He felt open and exposed to the violence that stood menacingly in the back of his mind. He let out a shaky breath and licked his lips, tasting the salty tears. He ran a hand over his face and closed his eyes.

“Y/N.” He breathed your name into the air. One could mistake it for a prayer.

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You wiped your nose with the back of your hand, closing your eyes and bowing your head. You had an impossible choice in front of you, one that only you could make. It would be so easy to let go and stay here with your father, to live in this happy space with him forever. To get the time back, that was so harshly taken away from you two. It would be so easy to fold and let the sun warm you with its golden light. It would be so easy to watch the clouds roll by until the end of time, laughing in the grass as the creek bubbled in the background. To let someone else handle the hunting for once. Let them clean the blood off their hands. Let them dig graves in the pitch black of night. Let them be the ones stitching up wounds that leave scars along their skin. Let them be the ones who have wounds that no one could stitch up or fix. Scars that cut far deeper than the skin and into the very soul. It would be easy.

"Y/N." A voice called from a distance. A voice you knew all too well, a voice that sent chills down your spine. Dean was calling to you, his voice a breathy whisper. He sounded broken, and it made your heart skip a beat. You closed your eyes and let out a breath. You knew what you had to do.

“I have to go back.” You said, your body curling even tighter into itself.

“It’s not your time yet, Y/N/N.” Your dad said, his strong hand coming to rest on your shoulder. “But when it is, I’ll be here waiting.” He smiled at you, sad eyes letting you know this was the right choice.

“I love you.” Your voice broke around your words.

“I love you too.” He said. You closed your eyes and made your final decision.

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Your eyes opened to harsh light. Everything around you was white; all color gone from your vision. The grass no longer tickled your skin. The air felt cold, and it made your bones ache. The creek wasn't falling over stones anymore, instead replaced by silence. Suddenly, there was a beeping next to you that made you jump slightly. You blinked and turned your head to the side to see Dean sitting next to you, his hands wrapped tightly around yours. You couldn't stop the smile that spread across your face, your eyes softening at the sight of him. You wiggled your fingers that were trapped between his, giggling when his head instantly shot up, eyes wide and lips parted. He looked up at you, and a bright, warm, and happy smile touched his face, crinkling the skin around his eyes slightly.

“Y/N?” He said quietly.

“Dean.” You said, your voice soft and horse. He stood from his chair and stepped closer to you, his hands taking your face between them.

“I thought I lost you.” He whispered as he leaned down to press his forehead against yours.

“Not yet.” You said, laughing lightly.

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Sam stepped into the room and saw his brother leaning over you, your eyes were closed, but you were smiling. Dean leaned down and touched his forehead to yours, and Sam backed out of the room quietly, letting you have your space.

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Dean went to take his forehead off yours; you quickly grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his lips down to yours, finally letting yourself taste him. He let out a surprised grunt before quickly kissing you back, his fingers twisting into your hair as his mouth opened. He broke the kiss first, leaning back and looking into your eyes, searching for an answer.

"Y/N…I really hope that was more than an 'I'm happy I'm alive' kiss. Because I have been thinking about this for a while." He said, his thumb running over your cheek.

"No, Dean, that was an 'I've wanted to do that for a really long time, and being on the verge of death made me see that I should take chances and tell people how I really feel' kiss." You smiled at him.

“Good, because I have also wanted to do that for a really long time.” He laughed, lowering his eyes shyly.

“I heard you.” You said, taking his hand off your cheek and holding it in yours.

“What?” He asked.

“I heard you say my name when I was asleep. That’s what brought me back.” You said with a small smirk. He looked at you with a combination of embarrassment, awe, and love.

“I was right here.” He looked away and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Waiting for me.” You finished, smiling at the small chuckle that left his mouth.

“Always.” He whispered before connecting his lips to yours once more.

**I didn't know who to tag because I write so little Dean. If you would like to be tagged and you were not, please let me know!

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Relationship: Din Djarin x Reader Warnings: N/A Summary: Din notices you've begun keeping something from him, constantly hiding away at night. Finally deciding to confront you, you give him the most adorable surprise. A/N: this isn’t exactly a Valentine’s Day but I thought it was just the right amount of soft and fluffy to post on the day of love :) MASTERLIST

Din realized something was odd the day you came back from the market lugging along two overflowing, large bags. You weren’t exactly one to just splurge for any reason having known way too well the importance of budgeting so to see you arriving back to the ship under the weight of items was confusing.

He tried peaking into the bag but was only able to make out a mirage of colors before you quickly closed it and starting shooing him away. Din tried asking what all that stuff was but you ignored it, attention now set on finding a place for your newly purchased items.

Stuff started to get even weirder with you when you began hiding away in the evening. If in motion, he’d find you in random areas of the ship, your back always to him as your hands worked away at something. When he’d call your name, you’d clean up your supplies and spend the rest of the night with him, very good at pretending nothing was going on.

While situated on some planet or another, you’d take your project outside, furiously working in whatever field you found yourselves in. You’d still make sure your back was to the ship, covering whatever you were doing.

Din would watch you sometimes, greatly confused but hesitant to ask. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel he was overbearing. He knew you could handle your own and hoped you’d come to him in time with… whatever was going on.

But things were even more peculiar when you began allowing Grogu to join you in your work, still denying Din even a hint. He was stunned when he realized this while looking for the child one night. Giggling coos came from outside, driving his interest, and sure enough, there was the little guy sitting across from you, absolutely captivated.

Suddenly, both of you appeared to be keeping something from him. While he didn’t exactly feel anger or worry (What could you possibly conspire with a child?) he certainly felt a tinge of jealousy. Din didn’t want to admit it at first but, yes, he was jealous of the green creature.

Still, though, he tried not to pry. He’d pretend to be just as busy or involved with one thing or another on the ship. You really didn’t seem to notice him faking tasks.

But he had to admit, the loss of your attention from time to time was driving him kind of insane. Sure, you’d accompany him throughout the day and sit with him chatting away in the mornings but the second the opportunity arose, you were off.

Finally, one day, Din decided he was going to at least ask what was up with you. He wasn’t going to be all demanding or intimidating he was just going to ask a simple question with hopes of you letting him in.

It was like any other night as you were seated outside the ship with your back to the ramp, per usual. The child was with you, seemingly very comfortable sitting on your lap. His big ears were peaking out, giving his position away.

Din could faintly hear you going on about something as he was making his way to you, but before he could get very close, you picked up on his presence and collected your items. Moving the child off your lap, you stood up, hands behind your back. You and Grogu stood watching Din as he approached.

"Hi, honey," you smiled innocently at the Mandalorian stomping his way towards you, clearly with a distinct purpose.

"Is everything alright?" He asked, watching your suspicious stance.

"Of course," you nodded. "Why? What’s wrong?"

"I- What’s wrong?" He scoffed but instantly regretted it, realizing his plans of asking a "simple" question were going off the rails very quickly. "I should be asking you that."

"Well, nothing’s wrong here," you said and looked down towards the child. He was glancing between you two. "We’re okay, right?" Grogu cooed in response.

Din just sighed. "What’s with all the disappearing and secrecy? I don’t mean to be nosy, cyar’ika, but it’s getting concerning-,"

"Give me an hour," you blurted out.

"Huh?" Din asked, suddenly dumbfounded by your response. He had just gotten back on his original goal ready with his speech and yet you were already stopping him.

"Give me an hour," you repeated. "I’ll show you what I’ve been working on."

He nodded, "Okay. One hour."

You smiled, nodding back all seriously as he had. "One hour."

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Exactly one hour later, Din came marching back out only to find in standing in a different spot. The child was nowhere to be seen but from the way you were standing eagerly in front of what looked like some wood debris, something in him told him where he’d find the little guy. This did nothing but add another layer of complete bewilderment.

"So, you really want to know what I’ve been up to?" You teased, rocking back and forth on your feet.

Din sighed, "Cyar’ika…,"

"Okay, okay," you said and stepped to the side, arms outstretched in presentation fashion. "Ta-da!"

What you had to show was far from anything Din could’ve ever expected. There, standing on the debris, was Grogu draped in a long knitted sweater complemented by a tiny matching hat. He waved his little arms in equal excitement as you both looked to Din for a reaction.

"What…?" He was suddenly at a loss for words. Had you done this? Had you been putting together clothes for the child this entire time? A million things ran through his mind as his heart was melting from watching the pride in your eyes.

Kneeling in front of the child, he touched the sweater, almost in disbelief that it was real, and then turned to look back at you. You took a seat next to him, smile as wide and excited as ever.

"I made him some outfits," you said, reaching into your jacket pocket to pull out some more articles of knitted clothing. You handed some to Din for which he stared at, still speechless. "I thought the sweater and hat were the best to show you first but I also have some gloves, socks, even more sweaters-,"

"You made all these? That’s what you’ve been doing?" He finally asked, accidentally cutting off your rambling.

You nodded, "Yeah."

Din got quiet again as he looked over everything, gently inspecting the items. Suddenly feeling embarrassed by his lack of substantial words, you turned your attention to Grogu. You watched as he had begun picking up the tiny gloves to put on. You chuckled at his fascination for the pieces, grateful someone seemed to like them.

"Cyar’ika, I can’t believe it," Din mumbled, placing the garment he was holding back with the others.

"Is- Is it okay?" You nervously asked, still looking towards the child who had just figured out how to put on gloves. He let out little coos at his accomplishment.

"It’s incredible," Din finally answered, now joining you in watching Grogu enjoy the new outfit choices. Your heart nearly burst at his words. A rush of relief came over you as the fear of accidentally overstepping had been creeping in your mind. "You seriously did all this for him?"

You couldn’t help the smile starting to break out on your face again.

"Yeah, I did," you nodded. "I thought he deserved some kind of wardrobe and I got a good deal on the yarn at the market so, I went for it."

Din took one last glance at the clothes before fully turning to you. You just shyly met his dark visor’s gaze.

"Why did you keep it from me?" He asked, softly.

You chuckled, "Why would I tell you when we could give you a little fashion show instead?"

Din couldn’t help but give a small laugh at your explanation. Warmth filled you as you took in his reaction to your project.

"You’re so great," Din whispered as he brought his hand to face, caressing your cheek softly. The warmth was traveling to your face now causing you to unsuccessfully suppress yourself from blushing at his touch.

"Din…" you sighed, practically melting into his hand.

"I mean it," he mumbled, his thumb brushing over your lips. "I know I don’t say it enough but you’re the best partner I could’ve asked for."

You swore your heart skipped a full beat at his words. You pulled his hand from your face and intertwined your fingers. Leaning closer, you gave a sweet kiss to his helmet. Din let out a content sigh at the action.

"You don’t need to say it," you whispered. "You show it every day."

Din had half the nerve to rip off his helmet right then and there and finally soak in your glorious kisses when he heard those words fall off your lips. You must’ve known what he was thinking as you gripped his hand tighter and went in to give another kiss to his helmet — but, of course, someone had to pipe up beside you. Incoherent babbling put a halt to your actions.

You turned to find Grogu standing in front of you two, watching with those curious eyes. He was holding up another long sweater you had made, motioning it up towards you.

Din looked at him, trying to make out whatever he was trying to communicate. "What?"

"Someone is demanding a wardrobe change," you chuckled. "Models are such divas."

Din laughed along as he started helping you get the little guy into a new outfit. When he was content, the child did little spins showing off his little outfit, making yours and Din’s heart absolutely melt.

An arm was slung over your shoulder suddenly as Din pulled you into him. You happily accepted, wrapping your arms around him, nestling your head into his armor-covered chest. You two sat in some silence for a moment or so watching Grogu admire the pieces and work out different accessories.

"I love you, you know," Din mumbled. "A lot."

You giggled, I love you more."

He scoffed, "Impossible, cyar’ika."

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