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cloveroctobers · 2 years ago

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RIO/MANNY x black! READER / Summer Prompts !

A/N: y’all seem to like domestic Rio/manny from me and I’m here to deliver with some mess on the side ofc! This was supposed to be out before the fourth but…I was too lazy and unmotivated to write lol but reading some books that are collecting dust in my room inspired me to! Hope you had a fun and safe holiday IF you celebrate lmao. We only celebrate since it’s my big bro’s bday. Anyways!!! This was deeply inspired by all those fireworks gone wrong videos that seem to surface every year! Here’s a cute? Summer prompt. Hope this doesn’t flop like my others ones ✌🏽

WARNINGS: violence, violence, violence! Disability, trauma, mentions of edibles + language — if you’re familiar with my work then this isn’t news to you! 😆 + mentions of the punisher crossover but not overly important!

Song playing in the background while written if you’re wondering or not—it’s fine—

#11. Fireworks from this prompt list here.

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To cope with the fact that you almost lost the love of your life, you went out and bought a boat.

“Mama, what’s this charge on the joint account?” Manny scratched at his buzzed hair, looking at you underneath his lengthy eyelashes as he sat at the dining table.

You hummed as you placed your sleepy daughter, Emmanuelle, “Emmy,” into your husband’s lap. With ease he wrapped a arm around her entire waist as the 3C girl relaxed into her father’s chest, not talking his ear off this evening.

Plopping down in the chair next to them with your glass of Sauvignon Blanc, you slid the bank statement closer to your line of vision since you took your contacts out for the night. Your eyes scanned over the numbers from last month, resulting in you lifting your shoulders, nonchalant.

“Yes, that’s the boat I bought this summer for us to take out on the lake.”

Manny twitched his bottom lip to the side, slightly biting down on it as he deeply inhaled, “…we ain’t discuss that. Anything that’s coming out of our shared account is usually discussed and I’ve got a fantastic memory so…run that by me again.”

Raising your brows you huffed out a laugh, “oh yeah? How about when you spend thousands on toys for your baby girl?”

“I enjoy spoilin’ my girls, sue me.”

“And I enjoy retail therapy.” You challenged, raising your glass as you swallowed the rest of your wine before getting to your feet, “it’s your turn for night time duty with Emmy, i don’t think she’ll give you too much of a hard time tonight.”

Standing up, you leaned forward to place a kiss on top of Emmy’s almond scented thick hair and walked off with Manny watching you leave.

“Yeah, at least somebody won’t.” Manny muttered, as he lightly began to bounce the four year old on his lap.

Manny should have known that this was going to be hard for you. No matter how hard you tried to downplay the situation. You weren’t a stranger to the dark side, mostly everybody on your fathers side was part of the one-niners and although they tried to not include you in the stigma, you ended up with someone who was simply on the other side.

The wrong side.

The two of you been married since twenty-one and twenty-two and dealing with each other for much longer (17-18)…minus the times you broke up. There was no escaping what you had and what Manny was involved in. Usually people tended to keep you out of it all but it was almost next to impossible considering who you surrounded yourself with. You weren’t completely innocent, you learned at a young age with your dad and uncles in and out of prison and what small jobs were asked of you. This was the real time you had to get your hands dirty, when it became knowledge that the sons put a hit out on the Mayans.

All of the Mayans, including the Yuma Charter.

It was that gnawing at your gut that got you involved. When you haven’t heard from Manny and with the recent death of Canche, you did not have a good feeling. So with a quick call to your girls (real girl gang shit!) and cousins, you rode out for your man.

That was the first time you committed a crime or what you considered a real crime: homicide and everyone expected you to be shell shocked, much like you were in those brief moments you put Issac down on his got damn knees.

Not in the way that he wanted, that’s for sure.

“Y/N.”

Humming on your side now in bed, you didn’t bother to turn to Manny who rested beside you.

“Are we gonna have a honest conversation about you purchasing that big ass boat that’s sitting in the front yard?”

Keeping your eyes closed you continued resting on your hands, “What’s there to talk about? I bought it for us but if you don’t want to use it, I can always take the girls.”

“So you can throw ass at some horny college boys passing by?” You could tell Manny was shaking his head, “absolutely not. I know how y’all get with Julio in your system—it’s not even about the boat, it’s your mental behind that.”

“I always wanted a boat, I saw it, wanted it aaand,” You sung, “I got it. Next time I’ll purchase it from my account but it’s a family gift…so I didn’t see the big deal.”

Next time?

It was Manny’s turn to raise his brows.

“You know baby girl might be traumatized being in a big body of water like that.” He spoke.

That’s when you turned slightly to face him in the dim room. It happened last summer on a lake house trip in upstate New York, Emmy was in the water with your mother on a floaty. There was another boat close by with some college students on water ski’s. Somehow Emmy got away from your mother, ended outside of her floaty and under the water where her arm got caught in their blade. Your daughter almost lost her entire arm and that was probably one of the most scariest moments of your life.

Of course you took that into consideration, what kind of mother would you be if you didn’t? When you were growing up you were hardly a water person but your mother forced you along with your siblings to like it. Your father wasn’t much of a water person either but he preferred the lake over the beach any day.

“She might,” you answered, “but she’s gradually getting familiar with the water again after she received her prosthetic. We’ll have her safe in the kiddie pool. Not the lake. We all unfortunately get exposed to things we don’t want to, doesn’t mean we have to live in fear over it.”

Manny tilted his head at you, lightly damping his lips. “Mama. I understand where you’re comin’ from but we agreed we weren’t gonna do that, raise our kids how our parents did us.”

“Have you met your child, Manuel?” You stared hard at the man you usually adored but was on your nerves tonight, “she’s ambitious, quick on her feet, and will do whatever she wants when she wants, just like you.”

Manny rubbed at his mouth in thought. The last part sounded more like you but he wasn’t about to argue that, not tonight. It was evident you weren’t keen on explaining yourself fully to him, he figured that was only a conversation you wanted to have with your therapist. Manny meant to run up on the therapist after he left the club the other night but given that he was at war with the sons, he had to make sure he was coming straight home to you and Emmy. He wasn’t sure if the sons knew what you did but he was positive this would be a everlasting war, since more of their own were dropping like flies.

However that meant getting the one-niners involved since you were technically part of them. Manny made it his job now to inform the rest of the charters but it was to his surprise to learn Ezekiel Reyes now sat in the president’s chair. That was a problem for another day but right now his focus was on you.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” He pressed the side of his head into the crease of his shoulder.

Manny watched as your body seemed to release some of the tension in it. You smacked the back of your hand against his face, making him grab your hand to nip at your fingers.

“Duh, we’re in this for life dummy. I just don’t want to be vulnerable around you right now, want to focus on the positive and moving forward. Is that too much to ask for?”

Manny could respect that. When you were growing up you were much more sensitive when he first met you, he found that shit cute and poked fun at you, cooing, “sweetheart!” Whenever he greeted you. Life has a way of changing you either for the better or the worse, manny was still unsure where you fell on that line; especially now that he put you in the position to save him from being burned alive.

He lifted his thin frame off the bed to slide in beside you as you rolled back onto your side. He entangled himself with you, cuddling you like you were his damn pregnancy pillow, smushing his face against the side of yours.

Sliding a bit against your champagne colored silk scarf you laughed as he clicked his tongue in irritation. It was his own fault for having dewey skin and thinking he could just rest comfortably against your scarf like that. He knew what the deal was so he shouldn’t be acting brand new.

Once he was comfortable fidgeting his face around, he let out a small sigh as he squeezed you tight against him.

“Aight focusing on the positive, got it.” He responded after awhile, “want to hear something that I know that you don’t?”

“Um…”

“Your moms planned a gathering here at the spot for the fourth. Called me about it and said she’s tired of having it at her place and that it was time for us to host, her words: we had a big enough break since Christmas.” Manny stated making your eyes snap open.

He wouldn’t allow you to turn and face him with how snug he had you in his arms though.

“How the hell is that positive? Basically she just told you what the fuck she’s gonna do? Not ask?! The fourth is three days away, we don’t have enough time to plan for that shit! You have shit going on at the club, I’m frequently at therapy now while still managing a boutique, on top of that with a hyperactive four year old—I don’t even like having people in our house and she knows that.” You grumbled.

Manny laughed, “and you said baby girl gets doing what she wants when she wants from me? Yeah aight. That’s all your side.”

If your arms weren’t locked in Manny’s arms right now, you’d elbow the shit out of his ribs.

“Don’t stress, we always make it work don’t we? Just relax and try to get some sleep, I’m right here.” His smooth voice provided you the comfort you needed as the night shined on.

★彡ミ☆ ★彡ミ☆ ★彡ミ☆ ★彡ミ☆ ★彡ミ☆

The night sky began to burn in navy blue with specs of pearls that waved hello. The cookout seemed to fly by pretty quickly despite the stress your mother placed on you. She always had these bright ideas but at least she was here to help out with setting up and making sure the food was right. With everything going on you wanted to cater but your mother wasn’t having that…which meant more work. It was almost as if this was thanksgiving and Christmas all over again with how much dedication she put into it all. If showing up at nine in the morning didn’t speak for your mother, then there wasn’t much more you could say to convince anyone else.

“Your mother means well,” your father would always excuse—until she pissed him off that is.

So you had his voice in the back of your head whenever she ticked you off throughout the day. Once the woman had a edible mid-afternoon she calmed her boisterous attitude down for awhile until one of your best friend’s, Cherish requested the DJ—her on and off again boyfriend to play one of Chris Brown’s tracks from his new album, that your mother came down from her high. It was already a sight to see your mother act a fool to Al Green but it was a whole other thing once she heard Chris Brown.

True embarrassment was felt even when your no good friends and cousins hyped her up. You been seen enough, keeping your distance across the yard as you mingled with a few old friends that came up from NYC: Frank, Karen, Billy, David and his wife, Sarah. Manny wasn’t that found of the three men, especially David but he kept it cordial as you did the same with Ezekiel and Angel Reyes.

You weren’t sure what Manny was thinking by allowing not only the brothers but the rest here at your home, your supposed safe haven. They maybe working together and Manny was still holding onto the benefit of the doubt when it came to EZ but you knew Manny was smarter than what he was playing at.

It was hard for you to hide your emotions when you didn’t fuck with people, so you didn’t hold your tongue when your husband introduced you. You found Angel big headed (literally) and annoying much like your late friend, Johnny Cruz told you he was. He was basically a man-child and you heard the gossip from other women who were friends of your girl-friends how he couldn’t get his shit together. You knew men like him, shit, you fucked men just like him in college when you and manny weren’t together. So to have him standing here in your home simply annoyed you. It was projection sure but you couldn’t really help that.

Ezekiel on the other hand had this arrogance about him. You only heard some of the chatter the Yuma charter would say once they all became acquainted and it was clear they didn’t fuck with their side. However Manny was one to always look at situations from all perspectives…which was odd to you since he made it clear he would kill and die for your child. EZ seemed to be analyzing you as much as you were him, although he had such a charming smile, you saw darkness in those honey wooded eyes.

So you kept your distance from most of the Mayans, mostly speaking to Marcus, his family, and what was left of the Yuma Charter, if you weren’t speaking to your own.

The night was running as decent as could be until a pop ripped through the air. It seemed as if you almost stopped breathing, your head searching for the cause of the sound as smoke flew into the air; before multiple pops ripped in the sky; forming colors.

“Now who the hell?” You heard one of your friends ask.

You heard manny call out, “yo, primo Jamal! This what we doing? Give me a signal next time, man.”

You noticed all of the clubs holding onto their straps.

Your cousin, Jamal, grinned from his spot from the side of the house, “just had to make sure these old things still work my guy!”

“Okay, nobody told you to do that tho.” You called out, eyes in slits.

He kissed his teeth, “everybody else startin’, we can’t go out like some punks! Gotta show ‘em what we got!”

“I’m with Jamal!” Angel agreed, beer bottle held up in the air.

Your glare was now on the taller bearded man across the yard and Manny held his hands out to you, telling you he would handle it. He motioned to the DJ to keep the music going as he waved the Mayans from both charters to follow him to a few of your cousins that huddled together. Shaking your head you inhaled air through your smile as you turned back to the conversation you were sharing with your amused sibling.

What happened next may or may not be triggering. With the music down, the smell of charcoal still lingering in the air, stomach’s full, and gentle night breeze swirling around, most gathered around to watch the fireworks decorate the sky. You could hear in the distance other fireworks going off and what seemed like a nice way to end the night, quickly turned into another nightmare you didn’t need.

The first and second round of works were cool, pretty even but as the third was starting you found that you wanted to be under your man’s arm with your daughter clinging onto either of you. You quickly became bored with the continuous popping and began to move through the yard as everyone watched in awe or brought their phones out for keepsake. As you were making your way through the yard, you had that feeling in your stomach again, making you pause.

A garbage can was smoking on the opposite side; away from where mostly everyone was gathered. Before you could pry your lips apart, the garbage can lifted from its side into the air with the deafening sound of a BOOM that shook the ground. You flinched, watching in horror as your backyard filled with smoke, sparks flying rapidly and shooting towards the windows of your home.

You were sure you would need window replacements now.

“Y/N!” You heard Manny yell over the screams of your running guests.

The can began to spin at the impact once it fell back to the ground, spitting out more fireworks towards any and everybody. You spotted your cousin Jamal laying on the ground now, a great distance from the garbage can.

Before you could make your way over to his stupid ass, the smoke began to make your eyes burn as more fireworks went off from all areas of the backyard now. You felt a hand grip your wrist and yank you through the smoke and away from possible damage.

You panted as you now stood in the street, slightly choking as you used one hand to hold onto one of your thighs. Rubbing your eyes you faced Manny’s who watched you in concern while he held onto Emmy, who clung to his neck.

“You okay, mama?”

The sound of the mini explosions made your heart pound. Using the back of your arm you wiped the sweat that began to form at your forehead and shakily gathered your hair up to air your kitchen out. Swallowing, you folded your fingers into your palms silently motioning for your child who easily gripped onto you, swinging her legs around your hips.

“If Jamal isn’t dead, I’m gonna kill him.” You gritted.

You hugged Emmy who giggled against your neck, “mommy, that was fun!”

Fun? It was time for her to go to bed, for real.

You snapped your head back at Emmy who giggled up at you and you shook your head as you placed her head against your chest. You mouthed to Manny who bit back a smile, “thats your crazy child.”

The lanky tattooed man leaned towards you, pressing a hand into your shoulder as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “You’re alright. We’re alright. Right? Everybody okay?!” He turned to the guests that stood in the street.

“Hell nawl!”

“I think I done shitted on my Versace.”

“Yes.”

“Yeah.”

“What a party!”

“I guess.”

“Do we look alright to you, homie?”

“The hell was that?!” A few of the Mayans echoed after the short troll doll looking one, you think Manny said his name was Bishop, exclaimed.

You noticed Ezekiel nodding his head for Manny to head his way and it was your turn to grip his wrist. Immediately he faced you, his eyes soft but questioning before his mouth did.

“If anybody is truly hurt, and I hope to God they aren’t. they’ll think this is the son’s doing but if it turns out to be the Reyes brother’s…this is going to be a real fucking,” you whispered the swear knowing you had your daughter in your arms, “problem, I promise you.”

Manny searched your eyes, noticing the major shift in you since you had his back weeks ago.

“I know, y/n. I hope that’s not the case, for their sake. I got us, always.” He pulled the both of you into a long embrace.

Boldly you responded, “me too.”

You pulled back, peering up into his eyes to let him know you meant that, in which he pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and dipped his head at you, squeezing your shoulders, he leaned forward to peck your lips quickly before spinning on his heels to handle business, as usual.

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tteokdoroki · 4 years ago

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dick destroyer december | i. midoriya

♡ pairing: izuku midoriya x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 6.2K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: college!au, fluff + smut.

♡ summary: with no nut november over, finals complete and christmas right around the corner, your number one boy returns to you with only one thing on his mind.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to twenties ), drinking, mentions of alcohol, mentions of poly!kiribaku, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it y’all ) wall sex, fingering ( female recieving ), light!pet play, spitting, cum play, mentions of sex toys, exhibitionism, oral sex ( male + female recieving ), light!praise, heavy!breeding kink.

♡ author’s note(s): merry christmas everyone! i hope despite the circumstances that you’re all able to enjoy the holidays and are staying safe, if you’re not celebrating i wish you a wonderful day as well!! anyways here’s a little festive fic to satisfy you guys and tysm for 2K+ followers <33 find the corresponding kiribaku fic here!

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ever since you’d started college, your roomate, katsuki had always said that november was his favourite month of the year; it took you a while to figure out why.

having known the blonde since you were a child, you were aware that he despised the cold weather that nipped at his nose and made his quirk slow down. he hated wearing extra sweaters and begrudgingly asking your mother to make him some hot chocolate whenever he came over to play; in fact he hated asking you for it now as adults in your early twenties but as his good college roommate from freshmen year, you made sure he always had a mug waiting. nonetheless, katsuki’s sudden love for the winter months and festive weeks following honestly confused you to your wits end— especially with the impending doom of finals sneaking up on you.

however, you quickly found out the reason behind your best friend’s change in attitude towards the month of november, six months into your freshman year relationship with izuku midoriya.

“no nut november,” katsuki had purred into the neck of his beer bottle, rolling the cool glass against his bottom lip as he laughed at you from across the room. you had recalled the conversation to have occurred exactly half way through october, before the aforementioned month, you and your roommate had decided to host a small gathering with your classmates— purely fulled by thirty boxes of pepperoni pizza and beer, only two of the boxes had been vegetarian for your friends mina ashido and denki kaminari ( he was challenged by mina to go green for an entire month. “that’s why i love this month s’fuckin’ much.”

bakugou ended his sentence with a swig of his beer, setting the now empty bottle onto the coffee table that had been a house warming gift from his own mom. the sound causes todoroki and sero to jump from their place playing cards against humanity with your girl friend momo on the floor, and kirishima ( bakugou’s crush at the time, who’s drunk and passed out in the blonde’s lap ) to flinch awake. katuski pets his red hair once, making kirishima blink up at him affectionally.

your boyfriend, izuku, fidgets under the intimating stare of your roomie and you can tell he’s fighting the blush that spreads rapidly across his freckled cheeks. “n-no nut november?” your baby squeaks out, large palm settling on your lower waist as you shuffle to get comfortable in his lap. it’s clear he hasn’t taken part before, so you know exactly what your best friend is doing. trying to tease him in front of all your friends and pull him into something that you’re going to hate. nonetheless, deku downs the rest of his own alcoholic drink as bakugou prepares a response— the rest of your friendship group now pulled into the conversation.

“katsuki bakugou, don’t be mean.” you scold with a bite into your grease laced pizza and offer up the rest to izuku, who politely passes. you pout.

“‘m not, just sayin’— that damn month will be the only time of the year that i don’t get to hear you and the goddamn nerd fuckin’ like rabbits all the time.”

this time, its you who fights an embarrassed look on your face while your green haired lover simply swipes todoroki’s shot from the coffee table and swallows it all at once. the dual haired boy only groans before rising to get another from the kitchen and the rest of your friends hide their giggles in their own drinks, cards and half eaten pizza slices. “you…you can hear us?” you squeal incredulously, causing your friends to snort out loud again. izuku still says nothing.

“baby, we damn near almost see you whenever we drop by!” kirishima mumbles with sleep curling in his tone, he stretches like a cat on bakugou’s lap and grins at you— sharpened teeth dazzling under the LED lights in your living room. they flicker to a deep green, but you barely notice it.

abandoning your pizza as a whole, you huff and push up the sleeves of izuku’s hoodie that you wear— just about ready to pummel your best friend into the ground for having people over while you…ahem…get some, but shoto returns from the kitchen quicker than you anticipate and cuts right through the chatter with ease, giving you little time to feel flustered by the sudden turn in conversation. “you guys are more sexually active than my parents and they had four kids, messed up with raising us from touya, though,” he says in his iconic monotonous voice, causing you to splutter and katsuki to kick his feet out in victory. “seriously, i doubt midoriya would be able to beat any of us at this no nut november thing ‘cause of it.”

this time, deku ( as so affectionally nicknamed by your childhood best friend ), pouts, his frustrated voice bleeding into the conversation. “c’mon, don’t you have a little faith in me, shoto?”

“no.” is todoroki’s simple answer. you flinch, did you guys really have sex that often? to the point where no one believed your boyfriend could go a month without getting his dick wet?

“i second that,” kaminari pipes in, picking a mushroom off of his pizza and leaning over to plop it into sero’s mouth.

“third it!” the latter adds.

your roomie takes that and runs with it. “he wouldn’t last a day even if he tried.”

“leave it alone, katsuki.” you find the courage to defend yourself through your flustered state without realising the buzz of beer and vodka shooting through zuku’s veins.

it takes quite a bit to get your boyfriend drunk, he was a big boy after all and played for your college football team but once the drink was through his system he often broke out of his shy demeanour and into one of confidence and challenging your beloved best friend. izuku’s grip on your waist tightens as he leans forward to point accusingly at the blonde before speaking. “wanna fucking bet on it, kacchan?” he says with sparkling emerald eyes and a honeyed voice that makes you twitch in place in his lap. of course you would get horny right in the middle of your two best boys having a drunk argument.

“what’chu say nerd?” bakugou slurs, pushing poor kirishima off of his lap and to the floor in order to stand up and cross the room towards your boyfriend, pointing a finger in his face.

izuku pushes the digit away, smirking up at the blonde drunkenly and everyone’s gaze in the room suddenly falls on them. “i bet that i can last longer in no nut november than you.”

you whimper from your lover’s lap, knowing that as soon as everyone clears out you’re going to pounce on him before this stupid bet takes place. this doesn’t go unnoticed by the girls, momo and mina, who tease you for having such a high libido but you don’t think they’ll understand how much you’re going to suffer without your broccoli haired boyfriend’s dick every other night.

you love izuku and katsuki, you really do— but its times like this, for the sake of your sex drive and love life, that you really wish they’d got along more. maybe it was their little battle for your affection that caused the rift between the two, after all katsuki had been the only boy in your life up until college and izuku, you were pretty sure was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with…either way, their rivalry was getting in your way and was about to be a major cockblock for the next thirty days. “hold up you guys, don’t i get a say in this?” your voice comes out in a slight whine as you tug on midoriya’s fitted shirt, but he’s too busy having a stare off with your roommate to notice. “what about me and my needs?”

“it’s not about’cha, shitty girl.”

“stay out of this, yn.”

you huff, pushing yourself off of your boyfriend izuku’s lap to stand and smack the pair of losers upside their heads before joining your girls on the floor. mina pulls you into a comforting hug, trying to distract your mind from the fact that it’ll be deku dick-less for a month while momo serves you out a set of cards to join her in a game of cards against humanity with the other boys lounging on the floor— kirihsima is invited into the game too. “sounds like i’ll be getting you a dildo as an early christmas present!” ashido comments, swiping her deck off of your hand me down rug before anyone can see them.

momo grins at you while you take your cards and take another shot from poor, unsuspecting shoto. “better make it extra thick, we know he’s got a nice one on him, yn.”

“fuck you guys.”

“gladly, we’re not taking part of no nut november like those two idiots.” the black haired girl hums, shuffling in her seat to start the next round. you roll your eyes and turn your gaze to watch the green and blonde haired boys you adore so much fight over this trivial guys only event.

their cheeks are flushed from all the beer they’ve drunk and they’re leaning on each other for support, but that doesn’t stop them from going at each other. “you couldn’t beat me, even if you tried, shitty deku.” katsuki mumbles, arm around midoriya’s head— forcing the poor boy into bakugou’s large pecs. “haha...shitku…”

“oh try me, bitch.” your boyfriend counters, voice so husky it sends shivers down your spine, although it contrasts deeply with the sight of his adorable cheeks pressed against katsuki’s tits.

they’re too drunk to brawl it out and quite frankly you’re too tired to bother to stop them, mind only wondering how you plan to survive the next thirty days.

three years, three novembers and a few weeks into december later; you’re still wondering how the hell you’ve survived.

ever since that night in your freshman year; izuku, bakugou and the other boys have competed vigorously to last throughout the entirety of no nut november; your boyfriend having won the last three years in a row. katsuki hated it, losing to your izuku but he hated the victory sex you gave him even more.

you’d think he’d be used to it by now, with everyone in their final year of college but bakugou had manage to luck out this year on not hearing you and midoriya go round after round on november thirtieth. finals had hit you guys hard in terms of wrapping up the semester before christmas; they were important to pass too, considering you’d all be graduating within a few months, so you’d barely seen izuku since november ended and december rolled around.

now, being a couple weeks into the festive month and with finals drawing to a close— you had yet to make plans to see your boyfriend. there was little time between the online classes and preparation from the holidays, yet you could feel yourself growing more sexually frustrated by the second. rubbing one out wasn’t doing it for you anymore and listening katsuki’s bragging about his peaceful nights of sleep while you decorated your apartment with mistletoe and tinsel was really starting to tick you off.

the very decoration slips from between your fingers as bakugou walks in, yanking bits of tape from his fingers from where you had him lining the ceiling rails with gold, green and red tinsel. the blonde had only gone and slammed the door to your living room against the wall, grumbling about the stupid mess of clear tape across his clumsy fingers— the action scaring you half to death before you huff, facing him. “what, katsuki? what could you possibly need right now?”

his vermillion gaze picks up from his smoking palms, a last resort to getting rid of the tape. “came to tell ya that ‘m headin’ out with kirishima— going to pick up our girlfriend from the airport.” a sweet blush lays loosely against your best friend’s cheeks at his admission, not long after you guys’ drunken night in freshman year, bakugou had confessed to your red headed companion; only to find out he had a girlfriend waiting for him in his hometown.

kirishima wasn’t a cheater, but he also couldn’t help the flutter in his heart around bakugou— so had the two meet straight away and after a lot of tears and large dramatics, the three settled into a cute little relationship. you’d only met the girl once when she visited both boys for spring break— but you’d loved her and knew how much she made your best friend happy.

you smile nonetheless, picking the mistletoe up from the floor. “tell her i said hi, yeah?” you mention to your friend while he shrugs on a jacket and checks himself in the mirror. katsuki was in love, and it was insanely adorable to see. “do i need to set up the guest bedroom for her ’n kiri?”

“nah, shitty red head kicked out kami, he’s staying with sero and mina while my girl’s up.” katsuki shakes his head, letting you fix the collar of his jacket after you bound over to him. “we’ll be back after lunch to pick up some of my stuff though. so don’t do anything fuckin’ stupid and i’ll see you later, yeah?”

you cross a finger over your heart but the mischievous smile on your face gives you away. “no promises katsu, stay safe out there!”

your smile drops however, as soon as your roommate closes the door behind him, knowing him and kirishima, they’ll probably fuck their girl across all the surfaces in eijirou’s free apartment, which only makes your stomach churn with hot jealously and a hint of arousal.

selfish of you as it were, you wish your boyfriend hadn’t chosen such an intense subject with so many finals and intense studying— but izuku loved engineering almost as much as he loved you, so its not like you would ask him to give up his passion.

besides, you figured he’d look pretty hot in his mechanics classes—sleeves rolled up to his elbows, scared hands on display while sweat drips down his furrowed brow and—

and fuck me, now you were as horny as a mother fucker.

a familiar ache appears between your thighs while you attempt to busy yourself with the rest of the festive decorations; you hang a wreathe at the door both inside and out, tape the remaining tinsel around counters in your kitchen and finally attempt to fix the christmas tree katsuki insisted wasn’t lopsided ( even though it was ). but no matter how hard you worked om christmas-ing the apartment, you couldn’t shake the fantasy of midoriya railing you against his work bench. it wouldn’t go away.

patting your cheeks to calm your hot flush; you decide that you’re done bedazzling and fix some christmas lights above your doorways to go with your LED ones, and get ready to take a cold shower and hoping that the wetness between your legs will go away. you make a b-line for the bathroom, not bothering to bring a spare change of clothes since katsuki isn’t home. it’s not like he hasn’t seen you naked before.

you’re half way through your commute, wearing nothing but one of zuku’s old shirts when the front door jingles and busts open from the other side of your home. foot steps pound against your hardwood floor, letting you know someone is approaching.

“fucking hell katsuki, stop slamming the door against the wall before you make another—“ your words die in the back of your throat when your sweet little boyfriend comes into view. albeit a bit dishevelled, deku’s green hair falls prettily over his excited eyes while sweat rolls in tiny droplets from his forehead to his chin and his backpack hanging half off of his shoulder…in all honesty he looks a mess, but a good looking one at that. “zuku? what are you doing here?”

your lover looks bewildered, but a smile that fills you with warmth crosses his face. “i ran across campus to see you; i finished my finals…” he pants, the engineering building is pretty far from here so no wonder he looks the way he does.

despite knowing this, you quirk a brow. “still doesn’t answer my question babe.”

“november is over,” izuku sighs, dropping his backpack and crossing the room towards you in three short strides. When he reaches you, scarred hands curl around your waist while soft lips tickle the shell of your ear with deku’s next words. “it’s christmas…don’t make me wait. i want to fuck you.”

you don’t miss the way bight green eyes darken and drag up your hand naked body, your boyfriend’s shirt ending just above your knees and exposing the meat of your thighs to him. the wetness pools between them, making your skin glisten under familiar flashing LED lights and tinsel. izuku is waiting for a. sign...anything for you to give him consent to take his prize between your legs, electricity crackles in the air and you instinctively reach up to curl your fingers in his curls. “fuck me, izuku.” you say breathlessly, unleashing a month and a half’s worth of hormones out onto each other. “fuck me like you mean it, big boy.”

the teasing lilt to your voice earns you a spank to the ass as deku lifts you up into his arms and over his muscular shoulder. you squeal in delight at the harsh sting, leaning down to pat his ass too. he’s got a particularly nice one and you’re sure it was carved by the fucking gods.

the green haired boy hauls you over to the kitchen counter, setting you down atop it before his lips find yours in passionate and hurried movements. its been so long since you’ve kissed him, felt his muscles ripple under your touch while your hand roams his chest underneath the varsity jacket he wears.

you push the offending material off while izuku trails a hand between your thighs, chuckling into the kiss at the slick that adds a glimmer to your skin. his pink tongue darts out to lick a stripe across your bottom lip, begging for permission to enter your hot mouth. you grant him access, swirling your own pink muscle around is and suck it down. your breath hitches as thick fingers finally come into contact with the burn of your heat, gently prodding at your puffy, sticky clit. “you’re…doll, you’re so fucking wet already. did you miss me?” your boy moans breathlessly in between your sloppy kisses, pulling away to show you the string of your slick that coats his fingers. you nod in agreement.

izuku taps your lips once and you obediently take the digits into your mouth, humming at your sweetness that invades your tongue, all the while, his other wandering hand shoves two digits into your wet cunt with no warning— making you shiver on the counter while the tinsel you’d taped there scratches at your calves. both sets of fingers thrust into your openings at the same time, giving you a friction you so awfully desire.

“such a good girl, dollface— fuck, i f-forgot how good you looked sucking on my fingers like that.” midoriya whines out and you’re not sure which of your holes he’s referring to, but you couldn’t care less, not when those that stuff your tight pussy are curling against the walls in a way that has you leaking sweet nectar all over your marble surfaces. you gush at his praise however, bucking your hips into his hand while the heel of his palm grinds into your swollen clit— sending shockwaves through your body.

the fingers that plug your mouth are pulled out so the darling sounds of your moans mingle with that of your dripping heat, walls clenching around izuku every once on a while. your lover grinds against the table, watching you with close eyes as your face contorts into expressions that he’s missed so dearly. one thrust into your spongy g-spot makes your body jump and thighs close around your boyfriend’s hand— head falling forward against his shoulder. “mnn, zuzu... haven’t felt this good in s’long, gonna cum, gonna mess up your hand.”

to your dismay, deku pulls from your cunt faster than you would have liked and you whine at the empty feeling in your stretched out hole. your heat makes an awful dripping sound when you’re fully empty, and you grunt knowing that its a mess you’ll have to clean up later.

however, you’re easily distracted by the lips at your collar bones, painting bruises into your sweat licked skin while slick hands paw at your breasts. “cum on my face first, please?” its cute how desperate izuku is, but you can’t say that you aren’t either— especially when you haven’t fucked in so long.

“yes, god yes…” you accept too quickly while your shirt is pulled off completely; for midoriya’s mouth as moved from pressing hot kisses to your neck onto biting at your breast and rolling the hardened nipple of your other with his free hand. “but, wanna suck you off too ‘zuku…”

your boyfriend doesn’t hesitate with his next movements, kicking off his pants and boxers ( in one go, mind you ) before picking you up once again and sinking to the floor with you in his arms. he makes quick work of flipping you onto your tummy, pulsing cunny shoved so close into his face that you can feel deku’s nose bump your clit when he breathes and then; your face rests so easily on the swell of his thigh— right next to his hardened cock that you’ve missed so much.

izuku midoriya is a god and you swear by it.

your friend’s were right, he is packing. he’s thick and girthy, tip angry and red as it leaks heavily with a clear precum that has you drooling. “missed your dick, zu,“ you sigh, mostly to yourself and before you know it, your lips enclose around the head of his cock.

the way you suck on it, as if you’ve been starved of your last meal makes izuku shiver with pleasure and his nails dig into your peachy ass. you roll his balls between your fingers, loving the delicious whimpers you manage to lure from between your boy’s lips and the sound makes your pussy spasm around nothing.

a weighted palm moves to the back of your head in order to push you further down on his cock, deku’s own hips bucking up so you swallow more of him down. the taste of him is dangerously addictive, saltiness dancing across your tongue. “suck my dick sweetheart, yeah? suck on it just like that, good girl.” the hot breath from each of his choked laments brushes against your eager cunt, dampening your skin even more. he dives right in, tongue slithering between your puffy folds while he slurps at you with at insatiable place.

izuku craves to make you feel nothing but ecstasy, working his pink muscle hard against your walls that clamp down on his tongue while yours runs laps between the dribbling tip of his iron hot length. inhaling sharply, you force yourself to take more of deku down your throat, listening out for the tears that sting in his emerald eyes wen you swallow around him. You hum with sweet victory when his breathing stutters and hips jump up with excitement.

you’re both close, sensitive from the time you’ve spent away from one another, but neither of you can find it in yourselves to care. the room rises with temperature at every step you take towards orgasm, deku taking your cheeks in large, calloused palms and spreading you apart to spit directly into your hole. you swear on your life you’d never known pleasure until you’d met izuku, as no matter how much time you’d been apart, he still knew all the little tips and tricks to get you going. where to hold you, how to touch you, what to say. he was always so focused on making you feel good.

your head bobs up and down with an inconsistent pace, each time, your tongue mapping out the veins on his girth that you’d come to know so well, hand’s fisting at balls and the rest of his cock that you can’t reach.

“i’m gonna…doll—puppy, i’m gonna cream in that mouth of yours… please,” a strangled cry. “i-is that okay?”

you tap his thigh once, your own little signal to let your boyfriend know it’s okay before continuing your work— letting drool pool in your mouth before spewing it onto his cock. deku pulls his tongue from inside of you, flicking it rapidly at your clit to bring you closer and closer to the edge, not wanting to cum without you. and he doesn’t, the cord that’s built up in your stomach finally snapping.

white flashes behind your eyes as you gush all over izuku’s face, drenching his freckled cheeks and painting his innocence with a layer of your honeyed sin. Your lover follows shortly after, filling your mouth to the brim with a heavy load that tastes of him and only him. a taste that you could fall in love with every single day. “baby,” you giggle after letting go of his cock with a satisfying ‘pop’, heat spreading beneath your skin as you take note of the slight shine to the green haired student’s face. “think you made me squirt!”

“guess i did! you’re always so cute when you squirt for me, yn,” and like the messy boy he is, midoriya wipes his mouth on the back of his hand ( always a poor eater, couldn’t keep his meal in one peace ) before peeking at you from over your quivering and arched back. izuku smiles proudly at his handy-work of your messy cunt, radiating a billion rays of sunshine and your heart clenches in your chest. you hate how cute he looks when you’re in such a lewd and compromising position, like he hadn’t just fucked you dumb under the mistletoe. “should’ve been on my dick ’n not m-my tongue though...”

“i wouldn’t be opposed to another round, if you aren’t.”

“like hell i could say no to being inside you after a whole month of waiting, doll.”

you roll your eyes, but wiggle your hips back into your boyfriend’s face nonetheless. “then dick me down deku, destroy me.”

with your boyfriend’s help, you manage to crawl off of his lap and wait patiently on your knees as he stands. izuku beams down at you, a hundred and one words of love written in his eyes that glow warmly under christmas lights before he pets your head and reaches for your hands to help you stand on shaky legs.

the first kiss you share after this is gentle and sweet, even while your tangled fingers are set free and deku’s large hands are once again on your waist, rubbing small circles into the skin of your hips as he backs you into the nearest wall. you simper at the taste of yourself on his tongue and allow him to hoist you up by the backs of your thighs— locking your ankles at the centre of his back and just above bis bum— all the while keeping you pressed against the wall.

the outline of izuku’s length presses hotly against your weeping slit, his lips still slotted against yours in a slow liplock while his tip smears the remains of his seed across your clit and between your folds. you feel your boyfriend’s arms quiver around you as he slowly begins to sheath himself within your spamming pussy— jolting away from his lips, your mouth falls open in a weak moan and the green eyed boy quickly follows you, copying the movement of your lips as his sweaty forehead meets your own and your gazes align sweetly. “doll…” he mumbles brokenly, letting you adjust to the push of his cock against your walls. “been so long since i felt you like this…”

your fingertips reach out and graze his shoulders, hot breath fanning out between your bodies as izuku’s cock reaches the hilt inside of you. he stills. “move baby, can’t wait anymore— “

izuku midoriya doesn’t need to be told twice when it comes to fucking you; finally making the move to bottom out inside of your pussy. heat blossoms in your heart and your glistening mound as your lover gently rolls his hips against yours and the way he feels reminds you that your mind, body and soul belong to him and him only.

although you are finally together, moving as one against the wall in your shitty college apartment, you crave for izuku to fill you to the brim and reach up to tug at mossy locks in order to bring him impossibly closer.

you don’t dare close your eyes as deku sets the pace, not even as your gaze on him flutters, you want the image of his blushed and blissed out face imprinted to into the back of your mind forever, you want the sounds of struggled whimpers and skin slapping against skin to become the tune of your memories. you want your senses to be filled with him always and forever as make love against tinselled ceiling rails and mistletoe above your heads. all you can think is more, more, more. more of him, more of izuku.

“focus on me, puppy,” izuku reminds you, grinding his pelvis against you every time his hips canter into you. his cock grazes the entrance of your womb, leaking into you like a cocktail of your arousals. but the neediness behind his words makes you blink away the glassiness in your eyes, locking your arms and legs around him tighter and grinding your hips down to meet the drive of his cock into your spongy g-spot. “your cute lil hole’s still so tight, nice ’n moulded into the shape of my cock— made to take me, right?” your boy babbles, tripping over his sentences through the saliva on his tongue.

the feeling has you stirring against your boyfriend’s length, his now rapid pace sending your teary eyes rolling and you mewling. “made for you ’n only you ‘zu, please don’ stop…” is all you can say, mind breaking as midoriya’s hands drop between your joined bodies to draw lazy shapes into your puffy nub, the movements silky due to the mild mix of juices coating your sexes.

each thrust from your lover sends you a little bit up the wall, head of his cock catching tastefully along the ridges of your velvety walls— the way your pussy feels inside drives izuku to the brink of insanity, you’ve always been able to take him so well and he missed the way your cute face curled into expressions of desire all for him. you’re so pretty, so intoxicating and he’s so happy to have you back in his arms.

“s-such a good girl for me, yn…fucking hell puppy,” izuku punctuates each of his toe curling thrusts with stuttered cries of your name, angling his hips upwards to hit your g-spot over and over. everything feels so sloppy, tainted with signs of your love but as the knot in your stomach begins to unravel, you couldn’t care less. “gonna make you mine, gonna fill you up and make you my fucking puppy.”

“’m already yours, always will be zuku,” you manage to speak, clenching down on him and letting out an almost pornographic moan as deku drills into you with the last of his strength.

he nods against your foreheads that remain pressed together, staring at you with adoration written across his seafood eyes. “love you, doll…love you s’much, you did so well baby…cum for me now…” izuku mumbles out, hissing slightly as your grip on his hair tightens to yank him down for one final searing kiss.

tears of heavenly pleasure roll down your cheeks as he swallows your final moan, his words pushing you right over the edge and into an earth shattering orgasm. “c-cumming!” you squeal so loud that you’re sure the neighbours can hear, while you lose control and pulse around midoriya’s scalding cock. the world of colour flashes behind your eyes— release splattering out against your boyfriend’s pelvis and the floor. “mnnn, izuku! i love you, please…”

you’re begging now, your sloppy pussy coaxing him along to his own release while deku relentlessly fucks into you. his chest rumbles with every one of his whimpers and groans, cock pushing you into overstimulation while he snaps his hips into you.

“ohh i love you…gonna cum, gonna cum— fuck, puppy—!” he sobs pathetically, dropping his head to your neck as his teeth clamp down on your bare skin to silence himsel. your tired body is forced up the wall while izuku tumbles into his own orgasm, sweltering seed splashing up inside your abused cunt. he slows to a grind, creaming inside you and painting your insides white as snow— panting with you until your breathing calms down.

the pair of you sink to the floor again, still in one another’s embrace as exhaustion sweeps over your limbs. before you know it, izuku is giggling sweetly against your lips, pressing grateful kisses along your neck and jaw while you fiddle with his baby hairs on the nape of his neck— still trying to catch your breath.

“t-that,” he sighs, nothing but love and adoration cushioning his gaze on you as you settle in his lap. you squirm at feeling so full, his cum dripping out of your fluttering hole but find yourself getting comfortable soon after. “that was so good, i missed you, yn, really.”

you cup the boy’s freckled cheeks and hum, heart swelling at his slight confession. “i missed you more zuku, all of you, not just your dick.” you clarify your words, making light of the mess you’ve made.

izuku rolls his eyes but leans into your gentle touch nonetheless, faking a pout in order to get a kiss on the lips. “glad to know that my girlfriend still loves me, even when she’s been deprived of my godly cock for a month and a half.”

“i’ll always love you.” you say, leaning in to give him a slight peck on the lips.

“as will i.”

you both tilt your heads to complete the vow with a simple kiss when a cough cuts through the love filled atmosphere, making you and izuku jump right out of your skin. Immediately, your gaze scopes out the room, only to land on your child hood best friend— accompanied by both his girlfriend and boyfriend. fuck, you completely forgot about that.

“are you two done now?” katsuki drawls, still tucked into his winter jacket, while krishima covers his girlfriend’s eyes with a free hand, the other occupied by her luggage from her flight. she still offers you an awkward smile and a wave.

“k-kacchan! haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” deku squeaks, wrapping his arms around you to pull you into his chest and at least protect some of your decency. it’s nothing bakugou nor kirishima haven’t sen before ( it’s not the first time you’ve been caught like this ) but you allow yourself to fall into izuku’s protective embrace anyways— heated embarrassment prickling underneath your skin.

your blonde roommate, however, is livid— staring you down with bloody eyes that speak tales of murder. “knock? knock? i fucking live here, you shitty nerd!” bakugou scolds, making you flinch and offer him a weak smile. eijirou by now has the decency to escort his girlfriend into his other partner’s room to gather some of his belongings, effectively leaving you and your boyfriend to face the wrath of your favourite angry pomeranian. the blonde turns to you. “and i thought i told you not to do anythin’ fuckin’ stupid while i was gone?”

“don’t yell at me! i didn’t know izuku was coming… literally and figuratively!” both boys groan at this, making you scowl. what? it was a good joke! “besides, i was just congratulating my boyfriend for winning no nut november, again. you should be used to it by now, suki.”

katuski looks between you both, annoyance sweeping his face before he pinches the bridge of his nose and huffs. “couldn’t you congratulate him somewhere else? somewhere, where i didn’t have to be blinded and traumatised for the rest of my shitty life.”

this time, it’s your boyfriend who speaks up, standing with you in his arms. deku smirks evilly, pointing to the little green plant above your heads. “no can do kacchan, it’s dick destroyer december and there was no better way to start it, than under the mistletoe.”

izuku turns swiftly on his heel and makes a dash towards your bedroom before your best friend can threaten to blow you up, presumably to fuck you in your bed for this next round.

“fuck you guys!” he curses you out, watching you go.

“we’re already on it, have a great christmas, katsuki!” you sing back, just a deku slams your door shut and drops you onto your bed— already crawling on top of you.

you’d have to thank katsuki someday for challenging izuku back in freshman year, because without his newfound love for november— you wouldn’t have discovered your guilty pleasure for dick destroyer december.

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aro-comics · 4 years ago

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Palentines

... and, we are BACK (a day early too 🥳). I hope y’all have been having a good month haha, works been really busy and an adjustment on my end but I’m feeling motivated to learn more and become a better designer/illustrator 😤😆!!! About this comic - I guess there’s a lot of mixed feelings on Valentine’s Day (for alloromantic and aromantic people alike), but I wanted to throw my take as an aro out there anyway 😅 I think that as someone who grew up without many friends, and certainly no close friends, appreciating the wonderful people who are now in my life is really important for me 💚💚💚 I don’t take friendship or kindness from others for granted, and I wish that it was more common to show the same appreciation and care for all the people in your life like people generally do for a romantic partner. I think that was the ACTUAL best part of Valentine’s Day as a kid (bad puns aside, Ofc 😉), which was what I was trying to get at here 🐸✨ As with last time, the card files are in my google drive folder in case some of y’all wanted to print these out (a bit late this year, I know 😭) or send them to your friends 😊 I hope y’all enjoy, and let me know if you do share them haha! I’d love to see 💚🐸

[Image Descriptions:

Slide 1: Celia is standing in front of a table with various pink themed treats. The table itself is pink, and on the back wall are streamers with pink hearts.

She is shown wearing her usual outfit of a crop top and high waisted jeans, however this time she is wearing a pair of ridiculous pink rimless heart shaped shades on her forehead and a very fluffy pink feather boa.

“It’s that time of year again - the dreaded, beloved, apathetically regarded: Valentine’s Day.”

Slide 2: Celia talking to the viewer now, pushing up the glasses. “I feel that as an arospec person, I should have a stronger opinion on it but …”

Slide 3: Celia now standing with her hand on her hip, and her other holding the glasses which she has taken off. “I just, don’t really care? I don’t know anyone that celebrates or gets super hyped up about it.”

Slide 4: Celia talking with some doodles drawn in the background. “I don’t feel like I’m missing out, and (don’t hate me but) I don’t like chocolate … so I’m not excited for sales after either.”

The doodles show her giving a thumbs up to a couple holding hands, and her walking by a valentines chocolate discount sale and shrugging.

Slide 5: Celia looks somewhat abashedly down, “But … I do miss one thing about the holiday now that I’m an adult.”

Slide 6: “I really liked giving out valentines to all my classmates as a kid!”

A drawing of a younger Celia, handing a “You’re a hoot” heart shaped valentine made out of red construction paper,

Slide 7: “The puns and cheesiness was really fun.”

A young Celia, now standing at a table covered with valentines she received. She says: “I wonder what everyone wrote this year!”

Slide 8: Celia gesturing with her arms out, “I think it’s nice to show the people in your life that you appreciate them.”

Slide 9: Celia holding a bunch of pink and red cards, “Since I missed it so much, I guess I took matters into my own hands (again) ... “

Slide 10: A photograph of the “Pal” -entines and stickers that Celia designed. They include multiple drawings of frogs, a cactus giving finger guns, a smaller baby cactus, and a frog wearing a fuzzy sweater. The cards have puns like “you’re such a ponderful person!”, “You are always welcome at my pad!”, “I’m so glad we pricked each other!”, “I will never froget you!”, and “Ribbit ribbit, you’re cool I’ll admit it!”]

#RegularComic #Palentines #BadFrogPuns #TerribleCactusPuns

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jatphatones · 4 years ago

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Valentine Vlogs | Charlie Gillespie x Reader

A/N: this is a request by @babydork10 and a submission for @cherrymaybank Valentine’s Day Fic Party! I hope you all enjoy the fluffy love and I’m sending you love this weekend 💜

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: that good good fluff

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“Hey everybody! It’s Y/N here with another unoriginal youtube introduction and I’m joined with my roommate Charlie Gillespie!”

“Did you just introduce me as your roommate babe? I’m your boyfriend!”

You turn to the boy standing right next to you with a playful expression. The sunlight shining behind your camera is doing wonders, making Charlie’s pouty lips seem fuller than normal. You prop your camera on the kitchen counter and relax in front of it while Charlie walks around you. He’s making his infamous pancakes to get you ready for the day. Meanwhile, you busy yourself with making your individual coffees and placing it in his hands with an apologetic peck on the cheek.

“Anyways, as you all know I’m a huge romantic so Valentine’s Day is my time to shine, and I would like to share this exciting day with you! I’m gonna run some errands for the holiday like get baking ingredients, send some cards to my friends, and other things but mainly go to Target because I’m basic and I love Target.” Charlie turns around from the stove and gives the camera a dramatic nod and eye roll from behind you. You bump your butt back against him in retaliation and he just swats you away with the spatula.

“And what about me? I’m supposed to be spending Valentine’s Day with you! I’m coming with,” Charlie declares with another cheeky swat to your backside.

“But I still have to prepare some of my gifts,” you whine. He places a plate of delicious pancakes in front of you and you almost cry when you smell them.

“But I made you pancakes and I need to get some things for tonight’s dinner too.”

“Wow, we are so ready to celebrate Valentine’s day,” you sarcastically hold both your mugs up to each other and giggle at your antics. “Fine. You’re lucky you’re a good cook and that you’re cute.”

“You’re cute too, baby.”

“Whatever.”

The camera shows you fumbling around as you try to set it up on the car’s dashboard. When you finally have it propped up, it captures Charlie mouthing along to the background music, sipping on a drink. You can see the Target logo just outside of your window.

“So I keep forgetting that we can’t just drink Starbucks while walking around the store because we have to keep our masks on, so we’re both chilling in the parking lot until we finish them,” you punctuate your statement with a loud sip of your drink, “so I thought it would be a great time to do a Q&A with the lovely Charlie Gillespie.”

“That’s me!” your boyfriend obnoxiously screams. The camera perfectly catches your wince just in the corner as he comes right up to the lens with a wide smile. When he sits back down, he still has the same clownlike smile as you lightly hit him with your phone.

“Y’all have asked a lot of questions regarding our relationship and we figured Valentine’s Day is the perfect day to finally answer them.”

“Okay, Y/N, ask away,” Charlie settles down in his seat and eagerly waits for the first question.

“Alright, how did you two meet? Mutual friend at a concert. I was friends with Owen when he lived in LA for his tv show. I saw him with Charlie and we all decided to stand together for the concert. I don’t even remember which concert it was because it was so long ago, but it was so much fun.”

“It was The Band Camino!”

“Right! Oh my god do you remember the taco place we went to afterwards?”

“Oh yeah! Those were so good! We have to go back sometime.” You both take a second to look back on those delicious $2 tacos and then get back to your questionnaire.

“How long have you been dating? Almost four years!” you smile into the camera, “what annoys you about each other? Um, I don’t think I can answer-”

“She sheds hair EVERYWHERE.” Charlie’s rude comment draws out a noncommittal noise from you.

“YOU’RE ONE TO TALK BABE. I WOULD SAY THE SAME ABOUT YOU.” He doesn’t even argue back because he knows it’s true. Your vacuum cleaner can attest to both your statements.

“What’s your favorite thing about each other?” you squint at Charlie, “how about we answer for each other?”

Charlie nods and you lose yourself in thought. You couldn’t think of your one favorite thing because there’s obviously many things that you love about your goofy boyfriend. Like how he’s a great cook, how he’s a phenomenal musician, how he-

“She loves how fucking hot I am.” You give him the perfect death glare while he innocently sips away at his drink, looking out his window. When he slowly turns back to you, your mouth quirks up at the sight of his deepened dimples. You shake your head at him and he speaks up again, “I’m kidding. She loves how passionate I am about everything.”

“And he loves how loving I can be. And how fucking hot I am.”

“That’s right!”

“Alright, we finally finished our drinks, so now let’s waste money at Target!” You both put on your matching masks and leave the car.

As you walk down the baking aisle, you turn the camera back on, bringing it up to your covered face as you search the shelves for ingredients.

“So, I need ingredients for cookies. I told Charlie that I was going to make chocolate chip ones, but I’m making red velvet ones because it’s Valentine’s Day. Okay now where are the…” You get all the ingredients that you need with a few more holiday decorations in your cart.

“While I was shopping, I - surprise, surprise - lost Charlie. He’s probably in the video games section... Really? Another game? You’re literally in the middle of playing one at home right now!” you yell when you finally spot Charlie a few feet deep in the video games aisle.

The camera pans from your amused face to his embarrassed one. Your boyfriend is frozen in place, hand hovering over the shelf with his other one already holding a game. He looks like a deer caught in headlights, which is something you’ve seen him looking like many times before. Knowing that you’re right, he sets it down with a pout and trudges over to you. He places the other things he was holding into your cart while looking through what you grabbed.

“You don’t need another candle. You already have so many candles!” Charlie scoffs, holding up the pink candle to the camera as proof that you’re not any better than him.

“But it’s holiday themed!”

“If you can get a candle, then I get my game.”

“That’s not the same and you know it! Literally $40 difference!”

“Y/N,” he sighs when he sees you raised eyebrows and wide eyes, “ugh, fine.”

He places the candle back in the cart, not able to resist you when you give him your puppy dog eyes. It’s one of the many weaknesses you have on him, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. With him wandering off on you, you’ve been out of his arms for far too long and so he wraps himself around you.

“I’ll make it up to you babe, I promise.”

You give him a tender kiss afterwards. The camera catches his eyes, showcasing that he isn’t upset at all.

The kitchen is now bathed in the glow of artificial lights as you turn the camera back on. The night sky pairs well with the soft music and the glasses of wine sitting in front of you.

“So, I realized that I answered one of the earlier questions wrong. We’ve actually been dating for three and a half years, but I said four because that’s how long I’ve loved him for. Cue the gagging please.” Charlie pretends to gag over the dinner he’s preparing and you thank him for contributing. You’re about to talk again when the oven beeps.

“Oooh! Are the cookies ready?” Charlie turns the stove off and grabs for the camera. He shows you reaching into the oven and pulling out a fresh batch of heart-shaped cookies.

“They look so good babe! She’s going to love them!” Charlie zooms in on your meticulous handling as you place the hot cookies on a cooling pan.

“For those of you who don’t know, our neighbor is a really nice old lady and Y/N always gives her some of the cookies she bakes because she’s awesome like that.”

You send a smile to your boyfriend, offering him a cookie when you find one that’s cool enough to eat. When he tries it, you quickly debate with yourself on whether you should censor the almost pornographic moan he emits.

“IT’S SO GOOD BABE. OH MY GOD.”

“Thank you! Can you grab a gift bag for me so that I can give her the cookies? I think there might be one in our closet.”

Charlie hands you the camera and leaves the kitchen to find the gift bag. In the meantime, you try your own cookies and understand why he made such an inappropriate noise.

“Damn, these are good,” you mutter before bringing the camera back up to your face. “Okay everyone, so remember when I caught Charlie trying to get a video game and I told him he couldn’t get it? I said that because I already got him the game as a gift,” you pull out the gift from one of the kitchen drawers (a great hiding place, especially when he’s the cook and you’re not, right?) and place it behind the cookies, “I was planning on wrapping it while I was out by myself but then Charlie came with so I gotta figure something out. I thought he was gonna be upset when I told him no, but he was so sweet about it.”

“You talking shit?” The very same boy you’re talking about bursts into the kitchen, handing you the bag you needed. He goes back to the stove and starts preparing your plates.

“Yeah, I’m talking about your weird food combos, babe.”

“You’re just jealous that you’re not a genius like me,” Charlie throws over his shoulder.

“Sure, babe,” you say, rolling your eyes at the camera, “Anyways, we’re going to have dinner now. I think we’ll stop recording here. I hope you all enjoyed our chill Valentine’s Day. We might do a full Q & A video next week-”

“Orrrrr we might do a video where Y/N tries all my weird food combos!” Charlie butts into frame.

“Orrrrr we can do a Q & A,” you say, fear slightly at the edge of your voice as you imagine the prospect of doing his idea.

“Don’t worry everyone, I’ll get her to do it.”

“He won’t. Alright, if you like this video you know what to do! Until next time, we hope y’all have a wonderful night, and we send you all the love this Valentine’s Day!”

The last thing the camera sees is Charlie placing a loud kiss on your cheek before it cuts to black.

Epilogue

The video continues with a new clip with you in comfortable sweats and a slightly tired look in your eyes. It was obvious that you’re in the middle of editing your Valentine’s Day vlog and needed to put this clip in.

“Hey everyone, I’m in the middle of editing, but I wanted to update and say that I’m so dumb. I forgot to put his present away and it was literally sitting on the counter the whole night. But Charlie, being the sweet oblivious person that he is, never noticed it until I found it and gave it to him. Anyways, I know I probably should’ve put this clip in during the video, but I also wanted to show you what he got me!”

You pull out a set of tea light candles, along with an assortment of bath bombs and oils.

“Charlie got me a small spa set! It doesn’t seem like a lot, but I’ve been really stressed out lately and I have a bunch of projects coming up, so I definitely needed this. He’s so thoughtful and kind. But I also know that he’s going to steal some of these too and then deny stealing it.”

“No, I won’t!” You giggle at the distant indignant voice of your boyfriend.

“He so will,” you whisper, your left hand cupping the side of your mouth as if you’re telling the camera a secret-

Although, with the glint of new jewelry barely peeking out on your raised hand, you could say that you are.

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A/N: ugh to celebrate Valentine’s Day with Charlie or literally anybody in the cast would be amazing! Y’all please check out @cherrymaybank Valentine’s celebration Masterlist for great fics and thank you again @babydork10 for the request. If you’d like to send a request or just hang out (because tbh ya girl ain’t spending v day with a s/o sooo), hit up my ask!

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imagine-lcorp · 4 years ago

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Make You Feel My Love (One Shot)

MarvelsDC22 1K CELEBRATION!!!

Prompt

Person A falls through thin ice into sub zero water; person B rescues them and tries different remedies to prevent hypothermia.

A/N: Hello my dears!!! long time no see, but here I am once again and this time with a little piece celebrating my little rascal @marvelsdc22 since she reached the wonderful follower count of 1K!!!!!! She’s awesome, amazing and so so great, so go follow!!! and please enjoy this little piece I wrote for her writing challenge (hope you enjoy it too lil rascal). So here it is, thank you all for your patience and let me know what you think! love y’all!!!

Lena Luthor x R//Word Count: 3, 515

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When you invited Lena to your little cabin in the woods, the last thing you expected was for her to actually accept the invitation.

Not that you didn't want her to come but, after you uttered such invitation, you had realized just how awkward and creepy it sounded. You had been quick to explain your little cabin was in fact located within a little compound, around a small lake other little cabins shared.

"I would love to." She had said after listening to your little rambling, with a little smile forming in her face as you tried not to blush too hard.

Now there you were, trying to open the now stuck wooden door of the shack.

It was an early morning during the late winter when you made the trip but it was colder than you had expected it to be. There had been a couple of snowstorms a few days back and everything around was covered in snow. Fortunately, the roads had been cleared of snow and you had no trouble reaching your place, but the cabin had also been covered by snow and icicles. The door was stuck by it all and you kept pushing with your shoulder, and hoping the inside of your cabin wasn't a complete mess inside.

"Need some help?" Lena's voice startled you for a moment.

You turned around, watching as she approached you with your bags in hand. You had told her you would go to help her with them as soon as you opened the door but it seemed you were taking a bit more than expected.

"It's alright." You struggled for a moment, feeling your shoulder ache as you tried pushing the door once more.

With that and a little grunt, the door opened and you smiled triumphantly as you looked back at Lena.

"Uh, welcome to my crib?" You shrugged and Lena chuckled.

"Thank you." She handed you your bags.

You took a quick look around, noticing the little dust particles dancing with the rays of sunlight.

"Sorry if it is a bit dusty inside. It's been a while since the last time I came."

"When was the last time?" She stepped in and observed the place were you were supposed to spend five days together.

There was a big sofa, with a couple of cushions and colorful blankets, placed in front of a little fireplace. A big Persian rug adorned the floor between them and the walls around had paintings hanging from them. She followed as you walked inside and placed your bags in the floor except for the big one.

"Almost a year." You said walking through a short hallway Lena noticed lead to the kitchen. She left her bags along with yours and followed you.

You opened the big bag and started to fill the couple of pantries with the groceries you had bought for the trip. Cans of food, bags of snacks, bottles of water, and some more.

"A year? Doesn't look like it." She went to your side and started to take a couple of items of her own, helping you put them in their place.

"Well, I lend it to my friends from time to time or rent it for the holidays."

"So, you let a lot of people in here?" Lena questioned with a raised brow. "Strangers?"

"Sometimes." You thought for a moment before leaving a couple of snacks back in the bag. Only then you realized you missed a safety protocol.

For the past couple of years, since you have known each other, you had known Lena to be very cautious about the places she frequented. She wanted to make sure no one around was in danger, including herself, and that everywhere she went had at least an emergency exit in case she needed one. She always worried about people.

Your cabin, however, was surrounded by miles and miles of woods, had a lake in the yard, and the neighbor next door was at least ten minutes away from you. There was no emergency exit and practically no one around to help you if you turned into someone's target. You were living in a place for terror movies, of course she was worried you let strangers inside.

"Uh, I should check if everything is okay."

"We can go check after we're done with this." Your heard Lena chuckle again. "Don't worry, (Y/N)."

"You sure? I mean, I could make a quick scan or-"

"(Y/N), really, I'm sure there are no hidden dangers here. I was a bit surprised you would let other people stay here."

"Oh, okay." You said taking the last couple of food cans and opening one of the pantries. "It's just that, if there's someone else here, I can keep the cabin in good shape."

"Instead of leaving it abandoned, you get some money from it, right?" Lena smiled. "Who would have thought you were an entrepreneur of your own."

"Well, I may have picked a few things from you." You finished putting everything in place and closed the pantries. "But I think I still should check around, make sure everything is in place, and then we could light the fireplace. How does that sound?"

"Fine by me." Lena nodded. "But we should light the fireplace first, I can't feel my fingers." She raised her hands, showing you how her fingertips were slowly turning purple.

You made a horrified face and quickly went to grab some matches. Thankfully, the last visitors you had were kind enough to restock your little woodpile and leave some fuel. In a matter of minutes, the living room was filled with the comforting warmth of the fire and you and Lena sat for a moment in the sofa getting used to it.

You talked for a moment, mostly you, about the things you could try while you were there, which were essentially hiking, chopping wood for the fire, leaning how to cook with little food, and spend your days close to the fire.

"I know there isn't much to do, but that's the idea. Peace and quiet for a few days." You said pulling your head back to rest it on the sofa.

"It may not be much but that's all I need. I was starting to feel suffocated with all that was happening." Lena looked sad for a moment before leaning and taking your hand in hers. "Thank you again for inviting me."

You tried not to blush at the contact, remind yourself you and Lena were friends, close friends now, that were in the middle of the woods, sharing a little cottage for a week. Just the two of you. Alone. Nothing extraordinary. Something friends did all the time.

"Yeah, anytime." You said smiling and even when Lena noticed the redness in your cheeks, knowing perfectly it wasn't because of the cold, she smiled too. "Should we check the house now?"

"Sure." She said and you both stood from your seats.

First you searched the living room, where nothing seemed out of the ordinary. You even remembered it being exactly that way since the last time you had been there. You moved then into the kitchen, although you had already filled the pantries with food and snacks, there wasn't much to look into. Next, there were a couple of rooms, placed behind the living room and the kitchen and separated by the hallway. There was a bed in each one and Lena was a bit disappointed when you told her you would have your own rooms.

"No need to share a bed." You laughed a bit awkwardly and moved to check under one of the beds.

"Alright." She replied with a small sigh that you could hear.

You would have wanted to ask what that sigh meant but thought best of it. "All clear."

"Good."

You stood and walked to the door. "Alright, so, uh, this is your room and I don't know, I still haven't showed you the lake so maybe we could go for a while after we unpack."

"Okay, I like how that sounds." Lena said meeting you at the door. She was a bit closer to you than you would have expected and you felt your heart skip a beat. "Let's go for our bags."

"Right." You moved to the side and walked with Lena to the main door, unaware of the grin that had formed in her face. You took your bags and headed back to your rooms.

An hour later, you were out of the cabin, walking through the dirt road that lead to the shore of the lake. You had to kick your way through the snow that had accumulated around but you managed. The lake itself was frozen, the blue and white of the surface contrasting with the clear blue sky and the dark brown trees. The light reflected on it, making everything around brighter. It reminded you a bit of Lena's smile.

"It looks beautiful." She said stopping near the shore.

"It is." You said while looking at her.

"I get why you like this place." She turned to look at you and you couldn't help but smile.

"It's a little piece of paradise." You said stepping near her. "And I gotta show you a little thing."

You started to walk past the shore of the lake into it frozen surface, waking a couple of yards away.

"(Y/N), what are doing?" She said worriedly.

"It's alright, the lake stays frozen until spring so I can show you a little something."

You bent down to clear some of the snow on the surface and smiled when you got a glimpse of the fishes that could still swim in the cold water. Every time you stayed in the cabin you tried to fish under the ice out of curiosity and stubbornness. Many locals tried it too and although you had never caught anything, it was fun to try anyways. Maybe this time, with Lena's help, you could actually catch something. So you had, in fact, another thing you could do during your little vacation.

"Show me what?" Lena raised her voice. She was still standing along the shore of the lake, unsure if it was safe to follow.

You were about to answer when you heard a loud crack under your feet and Lena watched with horror as multiple fissures made their way on the surface of the lake where you stood. It seemed you had miscalculated the resistance of the ice you were standing and now you were in trouble.

Just like the lake, you froze in place, trying to keep yourself calm. If you could move slowly and steady enough towards the shore, this would be nothing more than a little scare.

"(Y/N)." You could hear the worry and fear in Lena's voice as she approached the lake.

"I'm fine." You raised your hands, trying to keep them out of your body for some balance, and looked at Lena with a little smile, reassuring her as much as possible. "The ice is a little soft here so I'm gonna move to the shore."

You took a short step forward but instantly regretted it as the cracks expanded along the ice. You felt the panic raise in your chest.

"(Y/N), please don't move." Lena said looking equally scared. "I'm gonna get you out, okay? Don't move."

"I won't." You swallowed hard, taking a couple of deep breaths, filling the cold air with a warm mist.

Time seemed to stop for a moment as you tried to calm yourself and watched as Lena approached the edge of the lake. She was going walking towards you and you feared this would only worsen your situation but not just for you but for Lena too. If the ice could hold her weight then you had a chance to reach her and get out of the lake without further problem. However, if the ice kept cracking it would put the two of you in danger and falling into freezing waters was not something you wanted to happen on your first day of vacation.

Lena took the first step into the lake, slow and steady, testing the ice under her feet. She was looking down, making sure she wasn't stepping on some other cracks, and raised her eyes towards you from time to time to make sure you were still in place. She was a couple of steps away from you when you both heard a loud cracking.

There was a look in her face you had seen a couple of times before but never directed towards you, a mix of fear and worry that let you know you were in trouble. You felt the ice move, so subtle at first but then like a tremor under your feet, and you were about to jump to the other side when you were sucked into the frozen lake.

First you felt the pain, as if thousands and thousands of shards of glass were being thrown at your body in a second. Then you tried to take a deep breath, which only made everything worst. You tried to move your arms and legs, to swim out of there but you couldn't. You had no control over your body and after the initial pain you started to feel numb. You couldn't breathe, you couldn't move. The only thing you felt was cold.

Suddenly, as you still fought for air, you felt even colder, with the winter breeze hitting your already frozen face. You coughed the water in your mouth and tried opening your eyes. Beside you, a tall greenish figure was dragging and pulling you from towards the edge of the lake, grabbing you by the back of your winter jacket. Only when you reached land the figure moved you, placing you flat on the dirt and putting her hands under you. They carried you all the way back to your cabin and, even when you couldn't think, you wondered where Lena had gone and if she was okay.

"I'm fine, (Y/N), I'm here." You heard the green person say and you wondered why they sounded so much like Lena.

You still couldn't move, or feel, when Lena reached your cabin door. She knew you were barely aware of what was happening as she carried you inside and placed you on the rug. Using the weaponry in her Lexosuit, she reignited the dying fire of your fireplace and found herself in a little moment of panic as she watched you lay there, trembling and hugging yourself.

Of all the things she imagined could happen, Lena never thought that you falling into freezing cold water was one of them. She had to think quick and fast before the symptoms of hypothermia started to take a hold on you. Leaving to get some help was no option, even using her suit to take you to a hospital would take considerable time you didn't have. So she did the only few things she knew could help you.

She took off her Lexosuit, something easy as she had modified it with nanotechnology to appear and disappear as quick as possible, like she had done with Kara's suit to use in case of emergency, and ran to your rooms to get all the blankets she could. She even found a towel for you head and took it with her. She put them in front of the fire to warm them while she moved you once again to take your own clothes off. You were soaked and hadn't stopped trembling.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N), I have to take this off."

She removed every piece carefully off your stiff body, your jacket, your sweater, your shirt, your boots, your socks, your pants, leaving you in nothing but your underwear, and tried not to get distracted by your sudden bareness. This was not the way she had expected to see you like this the first time. She put your clothes aside and put the towel around your hair to help it dry.

You still hadn't opened your eyes by the time she had finished, and were a bit unsure of what was happening, but you didn't complain since you started to feel a bit of warm. Your brain seemed to get back to working as you realized Lena had placed some blankets over you.

"Y-you hav-ve a s-supers-suit." You said through clattering teeth.

Lena, who feared you might be losing consciousness, let out a relieved breath.

"I have." She started to take her clothes off too and kept talking to keep you awake. "What do you think?"

"I-it's c-cool." You replied.

"Thank you." Lena finished putting aside her last piece of clothing and moved down towards you.

You could feel the blankets being lifted and a sudden mass of warmth pulling itself closer to you. You tried opening your eyes and in a second you could feel your own temperature rise like a boiling kettle. Lena's face was a couple of inches away from you, the mass of warmth you had felt was her own body, her own semi-naked body.

"L-Lena?" You said and this time you were sure the trembling in your voice was not due to the cold this time. "W-what are y-you d-doing?"

"Sorry but we have to keep you warm, alright?" She moved her arms, wrapping herself around you. "We need to stay like this for a little while."

"Just a l-little?" The words left your mouth before you could think better.

"As long as it takes." Lena said with a serious tone. "I'm not leaving you, (Y/N), so we better get comfy."

"I already a-am." You replied.

"Good. Now, you need to stay awake."

"A-awake, yeah." You nodded, closing your and feeling Lena's nose rubbing gently against yours. You were incredibly close to each other.

"I'm serious, (Y/N). Don't fall asleep."

"I'm not." You assured her.

Watching as you couldn't keep your eyes open for too long, Lena decided it was best to at least keep you talking.

"How do you feel?" She asked.

"Cold." You said still shivering.

"Can you feel your toes and fingers?"

You tried moving them. "A b-bit, I think."

"Good. Can you feel this?" You felt Lena as she moved her arms so she could held your hands within hers.

The contrast between you two was abysmal, you felt like a block of ice against a heater. She radiated such warmth and you were grateful you were there with the smartest and kindest woman in the planet or you would have been swimming with the fish.

"Yeah, I can feel it." You said and noticed some of your tremors had stopped.

"Okay, can you feel this?" Lena moved her legs this time, covering yours.

"That too." You felt the chills at that.

"Okay, we're making progress."

"Sorry." You opened your eyes with a pained expression in them. "You shouldn't be worrying about me."

Lena was a bit taken aback by your declaration but reassured you as best as she could. "There's nothing to be sorry for, and as for worrying about you, well, I'll do it gladly every time."

"Every time?" It was your turn to be surprised by her response.

"Yes." She said looking into your eyes. "You may not have noticed but I do worry about you, (Y/N), a lot. Maybe more than I should."

"You do?" You didn't know if your brain had suffered some damage but this conversation was taking an unexpected turn. A great and wonderful unexpected turn you had never imagined was possible for you.

Lena wasn't sure either about where the conversation was going, for someone used to getting things on her own way, she was finding it difficult to express what she wanted you to know. She had accepted your invitation thinking, that if you could spend some time alone together, you would realize how much into you she was. Now, there you were, almost naked under all the blankets she had found in your cabin and trying to get you out of your hypothermia, and you still didn't realize how caring and protective she was towards you.

If that was the case, she had to make a more direct demonstration.

"Yes, (Y/N), I do." She moved one of your hands against her chest, placing your palm where you could feel the beating of her heart. "Can't you feel it?"

Your own heart skipped a bit as you felt her pulse in your hand and your whole body seemed to shiver and not because of the cold. You felt you heart burst with warmth and, as you looked at Lena, you could tell she felt it too. No fire could compare to what you were experiencing and you thought to yourself that, maybe, falling into sub-zero water wasn't so bad at all.

"Yeah, I can." You finally said with a little smile.

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telemna-hyelle · 3 years ago

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Is That You, Ancient Hero? Part 1

The first part of my ‘winter holiday’ fic for the Linked Universe boys, a little Christmas present from me to you.

I hope y’all enjoy this! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

The War had been dragging on for months now. When Wind had first arrived, it’d been late summer, but now it was Winter, and his sixteenth birthday had been a couple weeks back. In fact, it was December 20th, or Hylia’s Eve, not that anyone seemed to be celebrating.

Mask certainly didn’t look like he was. The sprite was currently rolling his eyes at Wind as the sailor tried his best to make a present looked nice while wrapped in some spare burlap.

Wind had been doing his best to squirrel away presents here and there when he could. It was the least he could do to try and bring some levity to the Winter Camp. Warfare was dismal in the winter after all. At least the snow blanketing everything dragged most of the monster attacks to a halt. Instead, everyone just sat on edge in the cold, having little to do but with the spectre of a possible surprise attack hanging over their shoulders.

Still, the general stillness had allowed them to celebrate Wind’s birthday in a little bit of a grand fashion, and even Mask had shyly passed off a present; a brand new glass bottle, an incredibly thoughtful gift that made Wind hope they were getting through to the sprite.

So Wind wondered if Mask’s scoffing was his true feelings, or an attempt to seem un-caring in order to cover up his own plans for Hyliasfeast. He decided to test this hypothesis.

“Are you looking forward to the Ancient Hero’s visit tomorrow?”

Mask snorted. “Who cares about him?”

Proxi fluttered unhappily at this. “What’s wrong with the Ancient Hero, Mask? Did you not get presents from him when you were growing up?”

The sprite crossed his arms grumpily, his face twisting up in a scowl. “No. We used to get presents on Hyliasfeast. But it wasn’t the Ancient Hero. The fairies brought the presents from the Deku Tree. I know cause I stayed up to see!”

Proxi gasped in dismay. “You’re not supposed to do that!”

“Yeah, cause then we’d figure out it’s all a big fat lie.” Mask rolled his eyes. “So why should I bother to be excited for some ‘ancient hero’ that probably never existed or brought presents at all.”

“You don’t know that’s true.” Wind said, propping his chin on one fist. “The Heroes are real, after all. Why wouldn’t the Ancient Hero be?”

“Even if he was real, he’s super dead by now.” Mask pointed out. “Besides, it’d be impossible to bring presents to everyone. And why would he want to bring m—” His mouth snapped shut, his blue eyes becoming as closed off as if a shutter had been lowered over them.

Wind had a guess as to how that sentence would have ended anyway. So he thought hard, plucked at his tunic’s hem, and said, “Well, if you’re so sure he’s not real, why don’t we try an’ stay up tonight and see if he comes?”

Mask rolled his eyes again, sighing as he did so for extra points. “Why would I do something stupid like that.”

Wind shot him a beaming smile, one that had been particularly effective with an older version of Mask. This Mask seemed less susceptible to it, being pint-sized and lacking fatherly feelings for someone five-ish years older than him. Still, there was a slight softening of Mask’s stance, and Wind counted it as an in.

“Well, you like proving people wrong, don’t you?” Wind shrugged, smiling cheerfully. “Here’s your chance!”

Mask considered this. “Good point.”

“Of course it’s a good point. I only make good points,” Wind said, and tied the piece of string in a bow around the present and carefully tucked it behind his pack.

Mask made a very audible snort at this statement, which Wind ignored graciously in the spirit of the holiday. “Now, if we’re going to be waiting up for the Ancient Hero, we need to be ready.”

The younger boy folded his arms and raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Ready how?”

Wind stared at Mask, aghast. “What do you mean, ‘ready how’? Does it look like we’re ready for the ancient hero?”

Mask stared back at his big brother for a long moment, before scowling in comprehension. “Oh. You mean the decoration stuff.”

“Yes, the decoration stuff,” Wind said, uncrossing his legs and swinging to his feet in order to ruffle Mask’s head. Mask had long ago given up avoiding such mushy displays, and simply glared up at Wind in silent protest (his stillness, of course, absolutely did not derive from Mask liking the gesture. Perish the thought).

“Don’t give me that scowl, sprite,” the older boy said cheerfully. “I bet you’re excited for the holiday too, and I won’t let you miss out on the fun you secretly want for the sake of your image.”

“I don’t secretly want any of that stupid stuff!” Mask shrilled angrily at this affront. “You’re making things up!”

Wind raised an eyebrow challengingly. “Am I?”

Mask gritted his teeth and glared. “Yes.” He said in what was probably supposed to be an intimidating growl. Alas, he was only eleven, and eleven-year-old boys are not known for their intimidating growls.

“All right.” Wind shrugged. “I guess you won’t mind if I get to pick what we put out for the Ancient Hero.”

Mask opened his mouth to spit vitriol, but his hero’s instincts sensed a trap and he paused. “…what’s that supposed to mean?”

Wind’s smile was pure cheerful innocence. “Fruit juice and island soup, of course. It’s what I put out every year.”

There was a moment of silence. Proxi hovered curiously, sensing an impeding explosion but too invested to look away.

Wind’s smile remained bright and innocent while Mask’s face slowly got redder and redder.

He snapped.

“What kinda stupid trash is that??? You can’t give the Ancient Hero fruit juice!” The sprite fairly spat the last word, his tone indicating fruit juice was an equivalent of chu jelly.

“You can’t?” Wind asked innocently.

“NO!”

The sailor tilted his head to one side, curious. “Then what do you put out for the Ancient Hero?”

Mask opened his mouth, realized the situation, and considered, torn between his desire to set Wind aright or to keep his distance from the holiday and everything associated.

The urge to be right won out.

“Soup’s all right,’ Mask admitted, folding his arms, “But everyone knows you leave a glass of milk for the ancient hero!”

“Oh, milk!” Wind’s expression was all comprehension. “We leave that sometimes too. Coconut milk is really good.”

Mask’s mouth dropped open, scandalized. “I meant real milk! From cows!”

“Aw, but why not coconut milk? What’s wrong with it?”

Mask huffed, and Proxi tentatively floated down to rest on the crown of his head, now that the eruption of indignance was passed. “It’s wrong ‘cause it’s wrong, that’s why.”

Wind could of course have pointed out milk was rare and it was a lot easier to use various fruit juices in his home time, but that wasn’t important now. “All right, I’ll concede to normal milk… as long as you help me set up for Hyliasfeast.”

The sprite scowled. “Why?”

“Because,” Wind spread his hands wide. “It’s only fair. I’d like to decorate the way I would at home, and while I’d love your input, if you don’t want to have anything to do with it, why should I take it?”

Mask considered this. A long moment of silence passed, before the sprite finally groaned. “Fine, I guess. I’ll help.”

Wind smiled softly, and reached down to set his hand on Mask’s head, though he refrained from ruffling this time. It just sat there, a comfortable presence. “Thank you, Mask. I really appreciate it.”

“Might as well get it over with,” Mask said; but though while his voice was a grumble, there was a faint smile on his face.

#my fanfics #tellie writes stuff #linked universe #war of eras #This Is My Family #hyliasfeast #merry christmas and happy hollidays y'all

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thelazyhermits · 3 years ago

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Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! I hope you’re all having a great day and eating lots of delicious food! ^-^

To celebrate the holiday, I decided to share some TABF HCs related to it since I just recently learned that Japan has a Labor Thanksgiving Day which is similar to what the US celebrates. The main difference is in their version of the holiday the overal theme is expressing thanks for labor workers like doctors, firefighters, teachers, etc.

I hope y’all enjoy!

So, every year on November 23rd, Japan celebrates Labor Thanksgiving. Since it’s a national holiday, that means the students don’t go to school that day.

Also, in case y’all were curious, this day happens a few days before Fortune starts getting the feeling of being watched, so thankfully, she’s not super stressed on this special day.

Anyway, Iida secretly holds a meeting with his classmates about the holiday since he thinks it’s important that they all do something for their teachers. This leads to everyone agreeing to write thank you cards for the teachers since kids often do this on this holiday.

Rather than flood the teachers with multiple cards, they all decide to make a single large card for each teacher which they all write their messages on.

However, what they don’t say is that they all want to write an individual card for Fortune to thank her for not just being their teacher but for always taking care of them at the dorm.

Naturally, there are some students who want to express thanks for other reasons as well, like Bakugou, who makes sure to deliver his card in secret since that’s just how he rolls lol

Class 1-A isn’t the only class to make cards for Fortune since Class 1-B also comes up with the idea of making large cards for all the teachers.

Monoma is the only 1-B student who writes his own individual card for Fortune, but it takes him forever to actually deliver it, making his classmates wonder if he’s actually trying to give her a love letter cause of how flustered he gets about it lol

For the record, there were no love confessions in the card. Monoma is just like that when it comes to doing stuff like this with Fortune. He’s a very awkward boy haha

If you’re wondering about the other students, Shinsou, Hatsume, and the Big Three make cards for Fortune too. Poor Tamaki was so nervous about delivering his that he had to get a lot of peptalks from Mirio lol

In addiiton to making a card, Hatsume made Fortune her own roomba for her to use to keep her room tidy. Thankfully, despite Fortune’s iniital worries, it never exploded like so many of Hatsume’s other inventions lol

After getting the holiday explained to her, Eri also makes cards and drawings for Fortune and the other teachers since she wants to thank them for taking such good care of her.

Fortune made cards for the other teachers with Eri since she wanted to thank them for all their hard work as pro heroes and teachers and express her appreciation for them looking after her

Aside from making cards, the 1-A students decide to prepare a special dinner for Fortune who’s normally the one who does the cooking. They enlist Eri & Shinsou’s help to distract Fortune, so she’ll be out of the dorm while they make the surprise dinner.

They had wanted to invite Aizawa and other teachers, but in the end, they didn’t cause they wanted their teachers, who are off work except for their pro hero duties, to get all the rest they deserved.

However, they do make a special to-go plate and have it later delivered to Aizawa’s apartment, who was very pleased with the present, not that he’d actually admit it out loud lol

As far as Fortune’s reaction is concerned, she is beyond touched when she receives everyone’s letters and loves all of them. She makes sure to put them all in an album so she can preserve them and read them anytime she wants. Anytime she needs a pick-me-up, she reads those cards

Of course, she’s equally delighted with the surprise dinner that’s filled with dishes that she loves. Thankfully, her Quirk didn’t ruin the surprise for her like her students were worried would happen lol

All in all, it’s an awesome day from beginning to end that Fortune won’t ever forget.

#TABF HCs #once I learned more about the japanese version of the holiday #I wanted to make a post about it #since you know those sweet kids would wanna do something for their teachers #it was one of the best days fortune ever had #unfortunately later that week everything went to hell #cause of her stalker lol

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sparklingpax · 3 years ago

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IM BACK WITH THE SECOND POST SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG HH

This is my Christmas/Holidays short comic, “Sweetest Snowfall”!!!

(For my AU!!!

Pls read more if you’re curious about it!! I didn’t ramble on for too long but uhhhhh anyway:

Long story short, ITS GINHAWK CONTENT BUT CHRISTMAS WOOO Ginrai and Hawk buy each other gifts for Christmas, exchange them, and then go on a walk to the top of a snowy cliff and stare at some stars :D

It may not look it but y’all, this was a huge project with a lot of effort and it took most of my free time for this past month....heck I think I started it the last week of November so....a little more than a month. Please validate my efforts I lost so much sleep over this hnn

The results are...well......I guess it could have been better but that’s the critic-who-hates-everything part of me talking so...idk. ANyway, Yes I Am serious about this AU and you can expect more in the future...or well, I hope so anyway ^^’’ And ofc, in this au Ginhawk is literally canon because fuck it this is my au ok let me live 😭 And I wanted some of that wholesome cheesy in a really good way imo christmas/winter romance I am a simple human this is all I desire ;w;

.....and yea! So again, happiest holidays and the merriest christmas to those of you who celebrate!!! And to those who don’t I wish you a wonderful day/evening wherever you are!!

Thank you so so so so much if you read this, my comic, if you care at all dear heck this is a one-person effort running this AU but as much work as it is and as little attention it gets it still makes me happy so....yea..........thanks!!!!!!

>//w//

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starbuckie · 4 years ago

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𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬

challenge: winter warmers writing challenge by @spaceodditybarnes

prompt: “it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas” by michael buble

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

words: 2k without lyrics, 2.1k with lyrics

warnings: i genuinely don’t think i can say anything besides FLUFF, oh wait theres some mentions of the shmexy sex (i promise im a functioning person)

summary: in which they take a little holiday stroll and talk about what they are.

a/n: THIS MADE ME VERY HAPPY THANK YOU FOR HOSTING THIS CHALLENGE JADE!!! i kinda veered off the idea of christmas with this one, but my mind created another idea and i kinda just went with the flow. anyways, i really enjoyed writing this one, and i hope you all had a lovely holiday season <3 LOTS OF LOVE Y’ALL

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It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Everywhere you go

Take a look at the five and ten, it’s glistening once again

With candy cane and silver lanes that glow

Snow sprinkled to the buildings and sidewalks of Midtown Manhattan, making the traffic clog up to the oh so lovely sounds of taxis and cars honking. It was far from what people pictured it, really, New York was absolute hell during the holiday season. Sloshing boots and teens smoking pot outside the scantily decorated discount store that held very little, sad-looking Christmas lights.

It didn’t bother Bucky. No, he had never been a big fan of the holiday season. Even back in the forties, with his ma and little sisters, they had never been huge on celebrating Christmas, instead choosing to work those shifts during the holiday so they could make a buck or two more to hold them over. Now in the twenty-first century, the holiday just reminded him how truly lonely he was, everyone and everything he used to know long gone.

But then he found Y/N. Granted, it had not been a formal introduction. The poor girl had nearly damn run him over with her motorcycle for Christ’s sake, but nonetheless she crawled into his heart that cold December morning two years ago, and had not left ever since.

Now she walked by his side at Rockefeller Center, her cold fingers intertwined with his warm ones, admiring the tree while he admired her. He already had every part of her memorized, from late night escapades in the sheets to studying the slope of her nose at team breakfasts. Even when he wasn’t with her, he was always looking at her, unable to pull his eyes away from Y/N’s radiance.

This little… dalliance of theirs had only started a year back, and they had still yet to put a label on it. Sam had called it friends with benefits, Sharon called it being a couple without the name. Bucky had shut both of those ideas down, claiming that they were taking it slow and weren’t looking to call it anything yet they still had not really talked about it. Was it really worth ruining the bond he had with the girl he fell madly in love with? Whatever it was, they had never taken time out of their day to actually discuss what they meant to each other, but, God, he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t want to know.

“Bucky?” Her sweet voice brought him out of his thoughts, the glittering red and white lights of the Christmas tree reflecting in her eyes. “You seem kind of distracted right now, sweetheart, are you bored? We can head back to the compound if you like.”

He smiled at her worried tone, delicately kissing the tip of her nose. “‘M just thinking, doll, wanna stay as long as I can out here with you.”

The grin he received in return was breathtaking, her red-painted lips turned upwards and a little twinkle (literally and metaphorically) in her eyes. “Good.”

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Toys in every store

But the prettiest sight to see, is the holly that will be

On your own front door

“Oh, look at that helicopter, Buck! That’s so cool!” Y/N pointed at a little boy in the store controlling the airborne toy with a small remote. “They didn't have those when I was a kid, I just had my Tamagotchi.”

He scrunched his nose, staring at her with an emotion that could be described as nothing other than distaste. “What the hell is a Tamagotchi?”

“A Tamagotchi was like this little digital pet thing that you could take care of, mainly used for kids who were trying to prove to their parents that they could take care of a real pet. That’s why I had one at least, but I never did get a tabby cat like I wanted.” Y/N continued to ramble about her weird pet thing as they walked through the toy store, though Bucky didn’t really care. But he’d never stop her either. The way her eyes lit up in childlike wonder and her fascination with the toys on the shelves was too precious to destroy. This was the girl who he had seen slit throats and blow aliens’ brains out, and in the moment she was ogling an American Girl Doll like it was the last pancake at the breakfast table.

Y/N finally convinced herself that she was done looking at the toys, claiming that she was too mature for such things (she really wasn’t), but he let her lead him out the door, before she halted right in the doorway. “What is it, honey?”

“Mistletoe.” He glanced up at the little sprig of green and red berries above their heads, hanging by a small strand of twine. A small group of kids with families stood around, watching them with both happy and annoyed faces. How could they not notice Y/N L/N and Bucky Barnes? Bucky’s vibranium arm may have been recognizable, but Y/N’s cheery, a little-louder-than-normal humming had caused a little group to watch them throughout the store. “I think they’re waiting for us to kiss, Buck.”

She leaned into him, placing her lips on his and placing her freezing hands on his cheekbones. Though Bucky had never been big on PDA, the rest of the world seemed to slip away when he was with her. He grinned into her lips, hugging her tightly around the waist so she squealed. When he forced herself away from her intoxicating mouth, she was sporting a bright smile and smudged lipstick that had rubbed off onto his.

Giggling, she took her thumb and swiped off some of the red residue she had left. “You had a little something there, sweetheart.”

A pair of hopalong boots and a pistol that shoots

Is the wish of Barney and Ben

Dolls that’ll talk and will go for a walk

Is the hope of Janice and Jen

Bucky watched Y/N point out all the different street cart vendors as they walked to Radio City Music Hall. She’d insisted that they go look at the window displays there as well, and who was he to argue? Strangely enough, they hadn’t talked much, other than the occasional “are you cold” from Bucky, to which Y/N assured him she was not. Her quiet voice sang the lyrics to Last Christmas when a little girl stopped in front of them, two auburn braids and green eyes boring straight into hers.

The small child pulled on Y/N’s skirt, a silent plea to go down to her height. “Hi there, are you lost, sweetie?”

“I wanted to talk to you,” she looked back to an older woman, who gave her a thumbs up and a smile, “because you are my favorite superhero and I hope you have a very good Christmas.”

Y/N nearly melted at the toothless smile the girl, who she assumed was named Sadie by the necklace she wore. “Thank you so much, sweetheart. I hope you have a good Christmas too, and do you know this guy?” She dragged Bucky down next to her, the large, buff man hulking over the small girl. “This is my friend Bucky, do you know him?”

He eyed her warily, as if he were absolutely terrified of the tiny human. “You’re the Winter Soldier!”

Uh oh. The name was one that struck a chord of fear through everyone, still in shock of the events that had taken place in D.C. in 2014. While he and Sam had tried to label a new brand for the Avengers, people didn’t forget all the horrors of HYDRA and their prized assassin. Of course it hadn’t been him, even he knew that, but trying to convince people otherwise still made him feel guilty.

“You’re my second favorite Avenger, after Y/N, of course.” Sadie brought her hand to hover over Bucky’s vibranium one, her eyes wide with excitement. “Mr. Bucky, can I touch your metal arm?”

The man in question could barely utter out a word, muttering some sort of agreement before nodding with a timid smile. Giddily, she touched his arm, feeling all the cool ridges of gold-plated vibranium against the gun-grey metal. Sadie continued to pelt questions at him, about Sam and Redwing to his “adventures” with Y/N on the team.

Bucky, though shy at first, got more and more relaxed as they continued their conversation, his grin growing wider. Y/N loved her fans, she loved them so, so dearly, but seeing them interact with the man she loved was something different. Not a bad different, but a word that could only be described as pure joy.

“Darling, I think we better leave Ms. L/N and Mr. Barnes alone. Say thank you and happy holidays.” The little girl looked sad, turning to look at her mom with a little pout, but she reluctantly obliged and soon the duo were off, into the crowded streets once again.

“Y’know once upon a time I had dreamed about having kids,” Bucky commented. They walked along the sidewalks in a comfortable quiet after the encounter with Sadie, but Bucky’s mind had not stopped reeling from the happiness his conversation brought him. “Was gonna come home from the war, settle down with a gal, and live to be at least seventy years old.”

“Well, I can tell you you’re good on the last bit of that, Buck.” He snorted at her jab at his age, something that has become a norm for their little makeshift family of four. “What do you want now?”

He stopped in his tracks and looked over at her with a fond tilt of his lips. “Oh, just something real special.”

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Toys in every store

But the prettiest sight to see, is the holly that will be

On your own front door

“Y/N, what are we?” She glanced over at him from where they sat on the Met stairs, giving their feet a break from walking for hours.

“What do you mean, Buck?”

He grabbed her hands and held them to his chest, trying to make her understand the amount of confusion and impatience he had with this one burdening question. “We’ve been sleeping together for a year, Y/N. We make each other breakfast, we go out together, I literally have half of my closet dedicated to your stuff, but even after all that we haven’t given us a name yet.”

Y/N sat in stunned silence, staring at the outburst from the man in front of her. To be completely honest she had never really thought about the question, choosing to enjoy each second she got to spend with the wonderful man with her. What she had noticed however, was how whenever they parted ways or were in the most intimate of moments, three little words nearly slipped off of her tongue. Every. Single. Time.

“Well, what do you want to be, Bucky?”

“I want to be the man you love. I want to be the man who loves you with his entire heart, though I like to think I already am. I want you to be my best gal more than anything in the world, and that I want to be the man who gets to hold and love you every night.” Slowly they drifted to each other, a magnetic pull bringing them to each other. “What do you think, doll?”

“I think,” her lips split into a grin, hovering over his own with the exact same expression, “that I want to be your best girl and the one who gets to make you pancakes in the morning and I want to be the one you get a cat with, who we’ll name Alpine because if I know you, names are the most important part of having a pet. I want to be held and loved by you every night, Bucky Barnes, and I am the girl who loves you more than anything in this entire damn world.”

Not another second to spare, Bucky pulled Y/N in close, letting himself get lost in one of her sweet, loving kisses, finally knowing that he was hers and she was his. At long last.

Sure, it’s Christmas once more

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killing-all-joy · 4 years ago

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“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.” Roman tried to be charming/flirt but Janus is done with life (like he is a tired barista or something)

Here we have it, my first Christmas fic (and coffeeshop au i think). Happy holidays y’all, and have a wonderful [insert holiday you celebrate here]! (The sides celebrate Christmas though and so I figured...why not Christmas themed?)

Roman swung open the door to the coffee shop. It was Christmas Day, and Roman had slept in. He had woken up an hour and a half ago, and since it was now noon, Roman was ready for some coffee and a croissant. Lunch could come later.

He found himself standing at the back of a rather short line; it was indeed a holiday, so it made sense for the coffee shop to not be as crowded as usual. Still, there were three people ahead of Roman.

Roman looked around while he waited. He didn’t go to this coffeeshop as often. He usually went to the one across town, but that one was surprisingly busy. While he would love to just skip having coffee, he knew he’d need it in order to deal with his brother on this day of cheer. This coffeeshop, Don’t Be Latte, was also close to a new pizza place that opened the month previous. Roman wanted to see just how good the new pizza place was.

As he took a step forward in the line, he noticed the cashier he would be talking to. And, oh did Roman notice him. He was absolutely gorgeous. He had blond hair, green eyes, a large scar (or birthmark, Roman didn’t know) on the left side of his face, and was wearing a gray beanie. It was cold, so Roman didn’t judge the hat choice. It looked rather cute to Roman anyway. When he could faintly hear the sound of the cashier’s voice, Roman started to internally swoon. His voice was smooth, low, and heavenly. Roman was happy he had time to compose himself before he had to talk to the cute guy.

Roman watched as another customer finished and stepped out of the line. Roman stepped forward as the line continued. He silently lectured himself not to faint, stutter, or make a complete fool out of himself. On the flipside, he also thought about ways to flirt with and ask out the cashier. In his defense, it wasn’t every day Roman saw a cute guy who looked to be his age that he was able to speak to. Roman hoped he could at least get his number.

The customer ahead of Roman stepped aside. It was now Roman’s turn to order. He stepped up to the counter, putting on his most charming smile.

The cashier exhaled loudly. Roman figured the customer ahead of him must have been a bit...demanding. He found the exasperation endearing.

“Good morning and happy winter holidays! Merry Christmas if you celebrate it,” Roman greeted. “How are you today?”

The cashier didn’t spare Roman a glance.

“It’s noon. Not morning anymore. You customers are a nightmare, so my Christmas will not be merry.”

“I suppose you’re right about it not being morning,” Roman conceded. “The sun has reached it’s highest point, and is showering you in the most angelic glow.”

The cashier gave him an unimpressed look. “It’s cold. What can I get for you?”

“A medium sized coffee,” said Roman, putting an elbow on the counter and leaning his head on his fist.

“Any cream in your coffee?”

“Yes, please,” said Roman politely.

“How sweet do you want it?” he asked.

Roman grinned. “As sweet as you.”

“No sugar, got it,” the cashier replied, tapping something into the ordering screen.

Roman chuckled. “No, no. The simple look in your eyes warrants at least a teaspoon of sugar in you.”

The cashier rolled his eyes, correcting the order.

“You come here often?” asked Roman.

“Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’,” he answered. “Anything else?”

Roman internally berated himself on the stupid question. “Yes, a croissant please.”

“For here or to go?” asked the cashier.

“I’d like to be wherever you are,” Roman replied dreamily.

The cashier let out a long-suffering sigh. “For here it is.”

The cashier walked over to the display of croissants and picked one from the platter. He put it on a plate and gave it to Roman.

“May I have your name? Or perhaps, your number?” Roman asked, taking the croissant.

The cashier put a hand to his forehead. “My name is on my nametag.”

“Ah, but that’s cheating,” said Roman, glancing down to find the name ‘Janus’ engraved on metal.

Janus rolled his eyes. “It’s Janus, now please pay for your order and sit down. Your total is $4.50.”

“As you wish,” said Roman with a wink, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. He pulled a twenty from his wallet and slid it across the counter. “Here you go.”

Janus put the ten dollar bill in the cash register and printed out the receipt. He pulled out fifteen dollars and fifty cents.

Roman took the receipt and started to walk away.

“Wait!” Janus called, stopping Roman in his tracks. He stared Roman in the eyes, holding up a ten and a five dollar bill and two quarters. “You forgot your change.”

Roman gave him a big smile. “I know. Keep it for yourself, Janus, as my Christmas gift to you. Have a day that treats you kindly, and the happiest of New Years.”

Janus blushed, pocketing the money. Roman’s face turned up in satisfaction. He may not get a date, but he could still make a cute guy happy.

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Roman finished his coffee and croissant. He got up and placed his mug and plate in a bin for dirty dishes. He walked back over to his table and gathered his stuff, turning to leave the coffeeshop.

Roman felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned around.

Roman grinned when he spotted Janus.

“What can I do for you?” Roman asked kindly, seeing that Janus was no longer in his apron.

“I’m...not sure I can take this money,” said Janus, gesturing to his pocket. “I feel kind of bad about it, ‘specially ‘cause I was pretty curt with you...”

Roman waved him off. “Don’t worry about it! I always get into a giving mood during Christmas, and I understand your attitude.”

Janus grumbled incoherently, unsatisfied.

“Besides, who was I to flirt with a tired barista,” said Roman with a laugh. “Either way, I do hope your Christmas is merry.” Roman noticed the unsure look on Janus’s face. “But, if you feel bad about taking my money...you could let me take you to lunch at that new pizza place I’ve wanted to try.”

"You just ate,” said Janus pointedly.

“Only a croissant!” Roman protested. “Which is just breakfast. I imagine you haven’t had lunch either.”

“I haven’t,” Janus admitted.

Roman smiled. He offered him his arm.

Janus took it hesitantly. “Okay. But I’m buying, since you already gave me money.”

Roman narrowed his eyes at him. “I won’t agree to that yet, mi querido.”

Janus laughed quietly, concealing a blush. “I know how to argue. Lead the way, um-”

Roman gasped. “How rude of me! I deeply apologize, mi corazón. My name is Roman.”

“Lead the way then, Roman.”

Taglist: @somehow-i-got-an-account @justanotherhumanstuff @neo-neo-neo @fander-fic-recs

Sweet Christmas fluff to break up the angst. I actually wrote this yesterday so this was the thing that got me in the holiday spirit (finally)! Merry Christmas if you celebrate it, and happy December to all! Fluffy Roceit is something we all need. I hope you liked it!

#roceit #ts fanfic #roman sanders #janus sanders #sanders sides fanfiction #coffeeshop au #romantic roceit #fic #prompt #somehow-i-got-an-account #christmas fic

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dandelionflower · 5 years ago

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The Interview

Y’all wanted a sequel so here you go!

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“Hey, Lila! How were your holidays?”

“Oh, it was just lovely. I got to visit Prince Ali, and Jagged Stone even got me a copy of his newest album.”

“That’s great!” Alya winced a little, Lila always had such amazing stories; her gift of a new phone seemed tiny now.

“Anyway, where’s Marinette? I got her a gift to try and bridge the gap between us.”

“Sorry girl, but Mari hasn’t been in school for the past few days.”

“What?”

“Yeah, we think she got expelled.”

“It’s not because of those texts she sent me, right? I just couldn’t bear it if she got expelled because of that.”

Alya stared at Lila for a long time. “What texts?”

“Didn’t I tell you? Marinette sent some pretty mean texts to me when we first started the ignore her thing. I’m sure she didn’t mean it though.”

“Girl, she was cyber bullying you? For how long?”

“I’m not sure...”

“No wonder she left,” Alya scoffed, “I’m glad the school caught her.”

“I’m just glad you don’t have to ignore her anymore; I can’t tell it was taking a toll on you.”

“Honestly? Not really. She’s always so good, so happy, I was kinda glad to take her down a few pegs.” She glanced down. “That sounds really bad now that I say it.”

“Not at all,” Lila crooned, “it’s healthy to let these emotions out. She was a bully anyway, so it’s completely okay now.”

“I’m just glad she’s gone. Now everything can go back to normal.”

“Guys!” Alix skidded in, waving her phone haphazardly. “Guess what? You know Aster Academy?”

“Yeah,” Adrien looked up, “my father thought about sending me there, but I chose to go here instead.”

“What a coincidence, me too! Jagged was practically begging me to go; it’s such a good place for people with so many connections like me, but I turned it down. I wanted to live a normal life.”

Alix didn’t engage Lila, lately she had been pretty upset with her need to be in the spotlight all the time. “They just accepted a new student!”

“What?” Alya rushed forwards, taking the phone from Alix’s hands. “They’ve never done that before.”

“Well, they’re doing it now, a live interview is taking place in five minutes.”

It was at that moment that Ms. Bustier walked in.

“Ms. Bustier! Can we watch the Aster Academy live stream?” The class clambered towards her, but she was already pulling it up on her computer.

“Welcome all to the formal interview of Aster Academy’s newest fashion student. I’m Bridgette, your interviewer for today, and this is Aster Antics, the official channel for Aster Academy.”

The camera panned out to show Bridgette sitting on a comfy chair across from another chair, that was empty.

“Gosh, I wish I could be in the Aster journalistic program.” Alya whispered to Lila.

“You know, I am personal friends with a lot of big name journalists in Paris, I could get you an internship sometime.”

“That be so nice of you, girl!”

“Now, what you’ve all been waiting for, the student herself, Marinette Dupain-Cheng!”

The class gasped, staring at the screen as Marinette strutted into the room, wearing a deep blue tank top.

“Now I know what you all are thinking, ‘gee, that name sounds familiar.’ Care to tell them why, Marinette?”

“Well,” she blushed, “it may be because I made Jagged Stone’s album cover, or his favorite glasses, or maybe when I won Gabriel Agreste’s hat contest, or when I came up with the idea for Clara Nightingale’s music video.”

“Are these all the connections you have?”

“It’s some of them...”

“Care to name any others?”

She shrugged with a little smile. “I don’t really want to brag...”

“We will for you then!” A British accent came from behind the curtains and out jumped Jagged and Clara themselves.

“Our Mari has been to so many galas and events with us and at every one she just totally hits it off with someone.”

“So we are introducing, from beginning to the end, all of Marinette’s famous friends!”

The class sat with gaping jaws as celebrity after celebrity stepped onto the stage, until the screen was filled with people.

“Hey, Mari-girl,” a man with greying hair and sunglasses spoke up, “when is your computer genius friend gonna contact me about that internship?”

“Did I forget to tell you?” Her eyes widened. “Max decided to pass.”

“And what about your blogger friend?” A woman in a pantsuit peered from over the man’s head. “She pass too?”

“Yeah, they just aren’t interested.”

“Anyway, if you could all leave,” Bridgette began shuttling the celebrities out of the room, “I can continue my interview.”

“So,” she settled back into her chair, “what made you come to Aster Academy?”

“Well, my old school... wasn’t fitting my needs anymore. My friends were choosing a liar over me and just generally ignoring me. I waited because I thought our friendship would outlast their anger, but I was wrong.

“My other friends, were kind enough to recognize my struggle and they actually worked with my parents to fill out the paperwork for my transfer. I’m lucky to have them.”

Bridgette preened, pressing a hand to her chest. “Yes, I really am amazing. So, what made you realize your old school had nothing left for you?”

“When they yelled at my other friends.” She looked down for a moment before continuing. “I realized that what we had now was toxic, and it may have been toxic before then.” She stared straight at the camera and a shiver went through the class. “They didn’t want to be my friends, but when I moved on, they tried to stop me; they decided they were entitled to my friendship but I didn’t deserve theirs.”

“That’s not true...” Alya heard Rose whisper, but wasn’t it? Didn’t they decide that she should vie for their friendship but they be above hers?

She looked back to the screen to see Marinette take a shuddering breath.

“Do you want to be done?” Bridgette leaned forwards, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Just say the word.”

“No, I’m fine. But let’s maybe do some less personal questions?”

“Sure thing.” Bridgette faced the camera. “We’ll be right back after a quick break.”

And with that, the screen showed a little white kitten frolicking in a field of purple.

Max rocked back and forth, curled in a ball.

“Dude, what’s wrong with you?” Kim poked him.

“That was one of the biggest names in computer science and I had an internship with him.” He didn’t look up from the spot on his pants. “And I turned it down.”

“And I turned down a internship with the most esteemed journalist in Paris.” Alya whispered.

“Don’t worry, guys!” Adrien looked at them all with a hopeful smile. “I’m sure Mari could get you your internships if you asked her.”

Alya was skeptical, but she opened the messages app on her phone and texted Marinette.

You cannot send texts to a blocked number.

Alya was about to unblock Marinette and text her apologies when the door opened and a horde of camera and microphone wielding adults came barreling into the room.

“Alya Césaire, is it true that not checking your sources is the cause of the Ladyblog’s downfall and the initial strian on your friendship with Miss Dupain-Cheng?”

A recorder was shoved in her face and she found herself the center of attention.

“Of course not,” she bragged, “the Ladyblog is doing better than ever and as for Marinette...” she faltered. “That was something else.”

“Adrien Agreste, did your father really call Miss Dupain-Cheng ‘the daughter he wish he’d had?’”

“Not to my knowledge, no.”

“Caline Bustier, you saw a blatant example of exclusion and prejudice in your classroom and did nothing to stop it, why?”

“Marinette was always such a good example in class...” She trailed off.

“Why are you here? Who are you?” Alya demanded.

“I’m a blogger.”

“Tabloid writer!”

Alya listened as all of the strangers introduced themselves as the scum of the reporting world.

“Why aren’t you interviewing Marinette?”

“We’re not allowed in, only the ‘good reporters’ get to interview her and her friends.”

Her friends.

Alya glanced down at the contact of her blocked friend, then at the screen with the white kitten, then at the horde of tabloid writers filling the class.

They had royally screwed up.

The rest

#felinette #felix culpa #marinette dupain cheng #ml class salt #ml class #lila salt #ml bridgette #jagged stone #clara nightingale #alya cesaire #adrien agreste #max kante

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dangan-happy · 4 years ago

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pass: HARK! That sounds like an ask that has just come in!

to Kiibo, Taka, and Byakuya!

happy valentine’s day! i hope you guys have a wonderful day!! but enough to ramble, could y’alls help me out with art? like, i needa finish a bunch of artworks lol. i’m pretty slow at everything, and i’m usually unable to finish literally anything i start and i’d be nice if y’all could like tell me to hurry tf up ig.

but anyways, i hope y’all have a good week and a good valentine’s day!! and to taka, you’re amazing :3

Absurd of you to think that I would celebrate such a low holiday. You wouldn’t catch me engaging in exchanging cards or even candy.

However, if you need to finish your artwork, I implore you to hurry up and get it done. I will not have an anon that asked for my presence to begin slacking and not completing their own handiwork.

Hello Anon and happy late Valentine’s Day to you as well. I’ve been doing fine myself, but I hope your day went well too. I’m not exactly an expert on the subject of art myself, but I do understand the feeling of being overwhelmed by the amount of work that you can be given at times, and having multiple art projects is no exception to that.

While I won’t give this message in such a sarcastic and incredibly rude way similar to what Byakuya did, since you’ve asked me to say this, I would like you to do your work Anon. The feeling of gratitude that you’ll earn in return will be much worth it, I promise you. But please, don’t overwork yourself. I don’t want you getting burned out after all of this. Either way, good luck on your art projects. I’m sure they’ll turn out well.

Ah, hello Anonymous, I’m more than welcome to help you in your very own extracurricular art studies. You said that you’ve been having some issues with finishing things, yes? That lack of motivation can be more than annoying, but I’m glad that you asked for help and pushed forward despite it.

Then again, aren’t I supposed to tell you to hurry up with it all? Stop procrastinating and do your art pieces Anonymous! It is an artist’s duty to provide their audience with the art they so deserve if they have the energy to do so, and you are certainly no exception to that rule. Do these projects as soon as possible and put your hardest work into them, and they will turn out amazingly.

#danganronpa #danganronpa roleplay blog #ask #byakuya togami #k1-b0 #kiibo #kiyotaka ishimaru #mod money bags #mod keebs

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golchaworld · 5 years ago

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I’m Just Too Scared to Lose (And I Know You Are Too) | C. YJ

➳ pairing: campus player!yeonjun x female reader

➳ genre: college!au, angst

➳ word count: ~5.2k

➳ warnings: non-descriptive depictions of sex, cursing, bi!yeonjun (not a warning but just in case), partially set in a nursing home

➳ summary: you hate that your mind stays wrapped around a lover who doesn’t love you.

A/N: And we’re back w this fic! I’m actually super excited to have this finished. I hope y’all enjoy pt. 2 as much as you enjoyed pt. 1! Title once again is from “Don’t Wanna Fall In Love” by KYLE. As always feel free to leave comments and/or feedback. My ask box is always open :)

Part One

Yeonjun’s hand presses firmly into your thigh, keeping it hitched around his waist. His other arm is propped near your head, caging you in between him and the bed. His bicep bulges with the effort of keeping himself up, but he doesn’t pay it any mind.

A warm forehead is pressed against yours, the sweat from both of your bodies mingling on your faces. At this point there’s no more kisses, just bites and whines crossing the small space in between your bodies.

Yeonjun releases a groan, his hips stuttering against yours when you clench around him. He sneaks a hand between your bodies, rubbing slow circles on your sex that have your eyes rolling back. After this much time together, he knows exactly how to bring you to your release, every single time.

You tip over the edge with a shout of Yeonjun’s name, subsequently bringing him over the edge as well. He groans deeply into your mouth, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. He doesn’t pull away until you’ve both come down from your highs.

Instead of pulling out, Yeonjun stills inside you, forehead still pressed against yours. He’s searching your gaze, his own eyes glassy. The hand that rested on your core traces a path up the side of your body, smoothing over your every curve.

“I’m going to miss this,” he whispers, as if afraid to scare you off. I love you.

Your heart crumbles to dust inside your rib cage.

“I’m going to miss this too.” You can’t help the slight crack in your voice. I love you too.

It’s then that Yeonjun pulls out, going through the motions of cleaning you both up as much as possible. When he finally settles back into bed with you, your eyes are drifting shut. Yeonjun just chuckles, pulling you into his chest and placing a sickeningly tender kiss on your temple.

. . .

That was the last time you saw Choi Yeonjun before winter break, and you tell yourself it’s for the better.

You had told yourself that you were just going over to his dorm to say goodbye, maybe give him a hug. But like always, Yeonjun was irresistible. All he had to do was flash the smirk and you were putty in his hands.

Just the way he liked it.

Now you just stare at the ceiling of your childhood bedroom, wondering how Yeonjun has managed to plague your thoughts even now. He lingers around your thoughts like a morning fog, unable to be cleared up, no matter the amount of sunshine.

It scares you. But more than that, it hurts. It hurts that you won’t see him for a whole month. It hurts that your mind is so wrapped around someone who isn’t even sparing you a single thought. It hurts that your mind is wrapped around a lover who doesn’t love you.

Before you had met Yeonjun, you were looking forward to winter break. You were looking forward to being with your family and celebrating the winter holidays. You loved the cold weather contrasted by the warmth of the fireplace and family laughter.

Now that Yeonjun’s in the picture, everything feels too warm and all too cold at the same time. You want nothing more to get back to campus and be in his dorm again. Your sheets feel like sandpaper on your skin where his sheets feel like silk. Your comforter doesn’t smell like him. Your ceiling doesn’t have those hairline cracks like his does.

God, he’s not even your boyfriend.

You try whispering the word out into the emptiness of your bedroom. Boyfriend. It dies on your tongue. Boyfriend. It tastes too bitter. Boyfriend. It doesn’t feel real.

Because it isn’t real. You hate that you have to keep reminding yourself of it, but at the very least it keeps you humble. Yeonjun isn’t your boyfriend. He’s your friend, you guess. He’s someone who you work with and see around on campus and have sex with sometimes. Bile rises in your throat, leaving a nasty taste in your mouth.

You don’t have time to feel sorry for yourself, seeing as your dad’s voice rings out throughout the house. He’s calling you for dinner, but you’re not hungry. As much as you want to stay in bed, though, you force yourself to your feet.

If you can’t be with the one you want to be with, you might as well drown yourself in family. Hopefully, it will make you forget.

But of course, it doesn’t.

The days pass excruciatingly slowly, no matter how packed they are. Every family dinner begins to blend together in a whirlwind of too much food and forced laughter. You feel bad, because your family deserves more from you, but you just can’t bring yourself to move past the ache in the center of your chest.

You ring in the New Year staring at your phone, hoping for a text, a snapchat, something. It’s pitiful. Your family counts down with the Ball dropping, yelling and cheering as the New Year arrives. You just sigh before cheering along with your family. By the end of the night, you have a headache.

Yeonjun posts on instagram on January 5th, a week before you return back to campus. It’s a selfie, with him and another boy, both smiling too widely at the camera. The boy is gorgeous, you have to admit, with round eyes, a sharp nose, and full lips. But what takes you by surprise is how happy Yeonjun looks.

‘Missed my bb Gyu,’ the caption reads.

Your phone ends up on the floor while you end up face down in your bed, groaning deeply. Even with your eyes closed, you see green. Of course Yeonjun is doing fine. Why wouldn’t he be?

Why aren’t you?

. . .

It takes all of your reserve not to go straight to Yeonjun’s dorm when you arrive back on campus. Instead you calmly return to your own, taking your time unpacking as a means of distracting yourself. It’s still over all too quickly, and you find yourself checking your phone nervously. You only have one unread message, but it makes your stomach drop anyways.

‘You back on campus?’

Within a minute, you have your coat and shoes on, checking if you have your dorm key before heading out the door.

Yeonjun’s room is just like how you left it, and you don’t know why you expected it to change in the month you’ve been gone. You don’t have much time to register any differences before Yeonjun is sweeping you into a deep kiss, pressing your back into the door. You can’t help but smile at Yeonjun’s eagerness, relieved that you’ve been wanted, at least in some way, over the past month.

Almost no words are exchanged as the two of you go through the motions. You speak with your bodies instead. You dig your nails into his back, hard. I missed you. Yeonjun bruises your hips with the force of his grip. I missed you, too.

Your climax has you seeing white, static filling your ears. Yeonjun seems to go through the same, clutching your body close, nothing but heavy pants leaving his mouth. It’s not until afterwards, when you’re pulling your clothes back on, when Yeonjun decides to speak.

“It was weird,” he begins. “Not seeing you for so long.”

You chuckle bitterly. “I’m sure you had plenty of opportunities to get your dick wet while you were home.”

“I did.” And there goes the smirk. “But that’s not what I meant.”

You just roll your eyes, sure that he’s unable to see you. You try to tie your shoes quickly, needing to leave, but not really knowing why. The coat you had on when you came in is lost somewhere on the other side of the room, and you rush to look for it.

“Dude, why are you in such a rush?” Yeonjun questions from his position on the bed.

“You did not just call me ‘dude’ after we just fucked.”

There’s your coat. You pull it over your shoulders, not caring about how hot it suddenly makes you.

“I’m sorry,” Yeonjun’s eyebrows hold a deep furrow. “It’s just...you’re being weird. You’re normally not so quick to leave. Plus, I haven’t seen you in forever. Don’t you want to stay?”

You just shake your head, hand already on the door handle. “No, it’s okay. I just have an early class tomorrow. But I’ll see you at work, okay?”

Yeonjun nods slowly, but you don’t stay long enough to see it. He sighs when you practically slam the door behind you. Then it hits him, like a bullet through his right lung.

Tomorrow is Sunday.

. . .

One thing you’re actually excited about is getting back to your research position. You missed the warmth of the nursing home, the busy days, your patients. As annoying as you found the job in the beginning, you have grown to love it. You just resent the fact that so much of that has to do with Yeonjun.

Soobin is the first to greet you on the Monday afternoon of your return. He pulls you into a bear hug, almost knocking you over with his weight. Hyunjin does the same, albeit much more gently, before asking you a slew of questions about your winter break. Both of them listen intensely as you tell white lies about the amount of fun you had.

Hyunjin brags about the amount of choreography he made over the break, while Soobin recounts all of the interesting places he napped. You just roll your eyes, perplexed about how these two could ever be friends.

Before you know it, it’s 10 minutes to your first interview of the day, and you’re quickly excusing yourself. You scramble to the breakroom, aiming to put the snack that you brought into the refrigerator. The breakroom is more lively than usual, filled with volunteers catching up with each other before their official shifts start at 1pm. The sheer amount of mint scrubs in one place is enough to have you uneasy, but when you catch a pair of familiar eyes, your stomach flutters.

Yeonjun shoots you a soft smile, accompanied with a wave. His hair is shaggy and soft, ears void of any piercings, and no colored contacts to alter his appearance. He looks so incredibly soft, and you hate him for it. You hate how effortly beautiful he is. You hate how it’s his effortless beauty that made you fall for him.

You wave back, placing your lunchbox in the refrigerator. Yeonjun’s eyes follow you around the room until you leave, headed to your office. Once you leave the room, he sighs, turning back to Yeji and Changbin to listen to their stories.

Inside your office, your heart threatens to leap out of your chest. Every surface is tainted with memories of Yeonjun. It’s not suffocating, but still omnipresent. The remnants of him linger like an itch under your skin, a constant reminder of your biggest problem at the moment.

You’re able to disregard it, though, once you begin your actual work. The interviews fly by in a flurry of misunderstandings and patients dozing off, but by the time it’s all over, you have a smile on your face. Seeing the residents of the home is easily your favorite part of the job, making you never want to leave when you’re supposed to.

At around 6:30, however, you choose to head back to your dorm, needing to complete some homework for your classes the following day. You gather up your belongings in your office before heading out. You stop in your tracks, however, when you see a figure leaning against the wall adjacent to your office door.

“Yeonjun?”

The boy looks disheveled, like he always does after a shift. His hair is now a tad frizzy, name tag askew. You would chuckle, if not for the look in his eyes.

“Do you have a moment?” He questions. “I think we should talk a little.”

For a moment, you’re quiet, not knowing if you’re ready to have whatever conversation that Yeonjun has planned. But you eventually nod, opening your office door further to let the boy in.

He makes himself comfortable on one of the small armchairs in the corner of the room, leaving you no choice but to sit opposite him. While you slip off your coat, he leans forward, propping his elbows on his knees before sighing deeply. He’s nervous. The realization alone has you shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

“Are we, like,” Yeonjun swallows thickly. “Are we okay? Ever since break, you’ve been weird.”

You scoff. “You’ve only seen me once since break. How would you know I’ve been weird?”

“Only seeing you once in a week and a half is weird. Did something happen?”

Yeonjun’s eyes are clouded over when he looks at you, a contrast to the sharp, piercing gaze he normally has on you. You hate that he looks so closed, especially here. He is always soft and open in the nursing home, and you hate that you have ruined that for him.

“Nothing happened, Yeonjun. I’ve just been busy.”

“But this is your first day back at work!”

You can tell Yeonjun doesn’t mean to raise his voice, but it escapes him anyways. As soon as he realizes, he runs a hand through his hair, letting out a frustrated groan. Your heart swoops at the way a few strands of hair stick out at odd angles.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “I didn’t come here to yell at you. I’m just...worried, I guess. It almost feels like you’ve been avoiding me.”

“I clearly haven’t been avoiding you if we had sex the day we both got back to campus.”

Yeonjun rolls his eyes. “That wasn’t what I meant, and you know it.”

You simultaneously cross your arms across your chest as you cross your legs. “I don’t know, Yeonjun. I don’t know what you’re talking about. We started all of this to just have fun. Are you saying you’re not having fun anymore?”

Yeonjun’s jaw drops in disbelief. “Is that seriously what this still is to you? Just having fun?”

You furrow your eyebrows, not understanding what the boy across from you is getting at. It doesn’t sound like the Yeonjun you know. The Yeonjun you know would run the opposite way of something more. He wouldn’t complain about not seeing a hook up after a while. He would just move on to the next one.

So you’re confused why this Yeonjun sounds so hung up. Why is this Yeonjun so hurt?

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

You find yourself reaching to take back the words the minute they leave your mouth, but your efforts are futile. Yeonjun just stares at you. While his eyes were once clouded over, now they are icy. His stare holds an astounding clarity, causing a shiver to run up your spine.

“You’re right,” Yeonjun bites out. “It shouldn’t be anything more. Let’s just stick to having fun. That’s what we do best, right?”

You don’t get a chance to redeem yourself before the boy is standing, swiftly exiting your office, and shutting the door harshly behind himself. Instantly, you deflate.

What the hell just happened?

. . .

The next time you see Yeonjun, he’s littered with hickies. None of them were left by you.

Yeonjun leaves the first party of the semester with a busty girl named Eunha, not even sparing you a glance on his way out.

You see Yeonjun flirting with a boy in the library a few days later. He never meets your eyes, even when he catches you staring.

Yeonjun barely greets you when he sees you in the nursing home. He just gives you a small nod, one that passes for cordiality, but you know he’s being stiff.

Yeonjun never comes to remind you that your shift is over, or that you haven’t eaten. You find yourself routinely missing dinner as a result.

. . .

Three weeks after your last conversation with Yeonjun, the nursing home is decorated with warm shades of red and pink to commemorate the upcoming Valentine’s Day. It’s a little overkill, the way they ask you to put up a string of origami hearts on your office door. Even the volunteers have begun to put heart stickers on their nametags.

Mint green and red is a terrible color combination.

Honestly, the whole ordeal makes you a bit queasy. There’s something so off-putting about having to celebrate a holiday when you feel like utter shit. It’s even worse to celebrate a holiday of love when your feelings are a mess--an unfixable mess, at that.

When you check out at the end of your shift on an odd Wednesday, Soobin cocks his head cutely, making the heart headband he wears shift slightly.

“You’re leaving pretty early today,” he comments. “Everything alright?”

You sigh, not even knowing where to begin. “I’m just really tired.”

Soobin nods, eyes flickering between you and the computer screen in front of him. The checkout process is always more complicated than it needs to be, and you find yourself leaning against the front desk in the meantime.

Soobin begins to say something, but is cut off when a figure sidles up next to you. A quick glance in your peripheral vision has you knowing exactly who it is, and you resent the fact that Hyunjin went home early.

“Hey Yeonjun,” Soobin beams. “Do you need to be checked out too?”

“I can wait. You can finish up with Y/N first.”

Yeonjun’s voice sounds smaller than usual. It has a soft rasp to it, a result of evident exhaustion. Even though you don’t let yourself look, you know Yeonjun’s hair is frizzy. You wonder if his name tag is upside down like it usually is at this time.

It’s impossible not to be hyper aware of his presence. The slight heat he radiates from his body is comforting, felt every time his shoulder ever-so-slightly brushes against yours. It would be so easy for him to slide an arm around your waist. It would be easy for him to touch you ever so slightly. It would be easy for him to whisper in your ear and tell you that he misses you.

But he doesn’t.

You want to initiate it, to be the first to look, touch, talk, but something holds you back. It’s evident that you’re the last of Yeonjun’s concerns, so maybe you should just let it go. Maybe you should just hold your head up high and try your hardest not to cross paths with him again. But something is wrong with that. Something feels so wrong about letting go.

“Alright, Y/N,” Soobin’s voice rings out. “You’re all set. See you tomorrow.”

You smile, albeit a little forced, while waving to the boy behind the desk. You don’t spare a glance to the figure on your right before exiting the nursing home.

It’s only when you feel the cold air on your face do you let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. You find yourself breathing deeply, attempting to calm yourself, but it’s no use. Tears quickly form in your eyes, welling up until they overflow with the slight breath of wind.

You keep moving, though, walking to the bus stop with tears flowing down your cheeks. You know that you must look like a mess, hyperventilating as you walk, with trails of makeup sliding down your face. But you can’t find it in yourself to care.

You can’t even think, let alone bring yourself to wipe at your eyes. You just feel. You feel the harsh air on your face, feel your lungs working at maximum capacity, feel your heart clench in pain.

It takes 142 seconds for the bus to come (you count). You don’t hesitate to get on, breathing having slowed down. The tears keep coming, though, seemingly unwilling to stop. When you see your reflection in the bus window, you let out a bitter chuckle. You look awful.

You settle into your seat, taking a chance to lean your head against the adjacent window. The glass is cool on your face, a contrast to your heated cheeks. Taking a deep breath, you let your shoulders sag, ridding your body of the tension it carried while crying.

It feels so unlike you to cry without warning. You’ve never really allowed yourself to break down like that in public, and as much as you’d like to pretend you don’t know why, you know Yeonjun has something to do with it.

The short bus ride to campus is spent with you looking out of the window, trying to find a way to calm your tears. Eventually, they cease, but the ache in your core is still there. Hurt pulses throughout your abdomen, rising up your throat and spreading throughout your head. You need an Advil.

When you finally make it to your dorm, you sigh, feeling blessed that you have a single, and no roommate there to bother you. You toe off your work heels at the door, hanging your coat on a hook next to the light switch. Your bag drops from your hand with a small thud, its contents rattling with the force of its fall.

With your dress still on, makeup trails covering your face, and your phone in your hand, you flop down face first on the bed. You’re content to fall asleep like this, not caring about the possible acne you’ll have when you wake up in the morning or the discomfort of your dress. Even if your phone is dead in the morning, it doesn’t matter, because you feel as though if you don’t go to sleep, you’re going to lose your mind.

Just as you feel the tendrils of sleep wrap around your body, your phone buzzes in your hand. You groan into the mattress, kicking at it like a toddler throwing a tantrum. When you finally turn to look at the text message, your heart skips a beat.

‘I saw you crying,’ Yeonjun’s text reads.

You scoff, not even wanting to reply. Just as you’re about to turn the phone back over, though, it buzzes again. Yeonjun’s second text forces a shuddering breath out of you.

‘Let’s talk. My dorm after work on Friday?’

You don’t answer.

. . .

Yeonjun looks surprised when you show up at his door on Friday night. He’s still in his scrubs, hair unkempt. His pouty lips form a small ‘o’ that reflects his emotions perfectly. In all honesty, you’re just as surprised.

“I didn’t think you would come,” Yeonjun breathes out.

You nod, side stepping the boy to enter the small dorm room. “Neither did I.”

Yeonjun closes the door behind you, watching you trek further into his room. Making yourself comfortable on his desk chair, you look at him expectedly. It takes all of your resolve not to outwardly coo at the furrow in between his eyebrows.

“So, um, how have you been?”

You scoff, baffled at his question. “You called me all the way here to ask me how I’ve been?”

“Is it such a sin to care about how you’ve been doing?” Yeonjun looks at you with equal amounts of disbelief.

“I just don’t understand why. Why do you care?”

Yeonjun’s mind screams at him to just spit it out, to confess. He wants nothing more than to tell you how he feels, but something’s wrong. Something about you feels wrong, and it’s the first time Yeonjun has ever found himself admitting that.

Eventually, the boy sighs, dropping down to sit on his bed. “Can you just answer the question? Have you been alright? Soobin told me your hours have been really irregular.”

Your gaze drops down to the hands you have folded in your lap. “I’ve just been having trouble keeping track of time recently.”

The way Yeonjun looks at you has your stomach churning. It’s evident that he’s pondering something, tripping over words in his head to arrive at a question that he can’t ask. His eyes are clear and sharp, but not exactly icy. He’s uncomfortable, but your presence isn’t unwanted.

It’s not long before Yeonjun sighs, running a hand through his already messy hair. “Y/N, what the hell are we doing?”

You instantly deflate at the question. “I don’t know.”

And truly, you don’t know. You don’t know how you and Yeonjun have gone from being strangers to friends to lovers and back to strangers in the span of six months. You don’t know why you can’t move on. You don’t know why you didn’t just keep your distance like you promised yourself to do freshman year.

Yeonjun’s face melts into a subtle frown, pouty lips turning downwards as silence lingers between you two. The clarity in his eyes is momentarily clouded over, but it returns just as quickly as it left. He shifts on the bed, pulling his knees into his chest.

“Honestly, Yeojun,” you start, voice surprisingly strong. “I don’t even know what went wrong. Things were fine, and then we left for break. When we came back, everything was different.”

Yeonjun’s eyes glimmer with something wet. Fear? Hope? “What was different?” He asks softly.

“That’s what I don’t know.” You sigh frustratedly. “You kept trying to talk and I just kept wondering what there was to talk about.”

“Things felt different, but you didn’t have anything to say?”

Yeonjun’s voice has an annoyed lilt to it that takes you aback. It wasn’t often that Yeonjun got angry, and it was almost never at you. You can see now that maybe he has had reason to be. Maybe Yeonjun is angry with you. The thought alone scares you.

“Are you saying that it’s my fault for wanting to communicate?”

Your eyes widen in disbelief. “I’m not saying it’s anyone’s fault, Yeonjun. I’m just saying it was a lot and it was confusing and I didn’t understand. Why are you getting mad?”

“I’m not mad!” Yeonjun all but yells. “I just spent so long thinking that I was crazy for thinking that things were different, but you noticed it too. Why didn’t you say anything?!”

Anger bubbles up within your core, flushing your cheeks. There’s heat behind Yeonjun’s gaze, leaving you no choice but to match it with your own.

“I didn’t say anything because I was confused! I just fucking said that.” And then it hits you. “Wait, you thought things were different too?”

Color instantly rises to Yeonjun’s cheeks, and you recognize it as embarrassment rather than anger. He raises a hand to scratch at the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Of course I did.”

And then there’s silence. You can hear the sounds of chatter from the hallways. Somewhere from down the hall, someone flushes a toilet. A bed creaks next door. Yeonjun isn’t looking at you, but you’re looking right at him.

You laugh. You can’t help the rising feeling, and eventually you let full-bellied laughter bubble out of your throat. It’s too loud for the room, jarring in fact. Yeonjun’s gaze snaps directly to you, a strong furrow taking hold in between his eyebrows.

“Is that funny to you?” Even though there’s heat behind Yeonjun’s words, it’s evident that he’s more confused than anything.

“This is hilarious.” You continue to laugh, forcing out your words between breaths. “Yeonjun, we’re both idiots.”

“What do you mean?” “If you felt like things were different, and I felt like things were different, then things were different!”

Yeonjun looks at you like you sprouted another head. “What does that even mean?”

Eventually your laughter subsides, allowing you to look at Yeonjun clearly. He’s still confused, made obvious by the furrow he still holds between his brows. His pout is deep, and you want to kiss him so badly, but you stay glued to your seat.

“If I’m not mistaken, it means that neither of us wanted to ‘just have fun’ anymore, right?”

Yeonjun shakes his head ‘no’ adorably.

“Then the only thing we have to figure out is what we want.” You take a breath. “It’s okay that you don’t want more from me. We can call this whole thing off, if you want. I know you don’t do ‘feelings’ or commitment, and you have plenty of people lined up behind me. I don’t want to get in the way of you pursuing other people. I won’t take it personally that you don’t want to do this anymore.”

Yeonjun’s jaw drops in disbelief. “You think I don’t want to do this anymore?”

You nod understandingly. “I get it. Maybe you think I got too attached or something, but it’s okay. We can stop and you can keep doing whatever you want.”

“Y/N, that’s not--”

“It’s okay.” You cut the boy off, leaving him floundering for words. “You don’t have to explain. I don’t want to damage your reputation by assuming some sort of exclusivity or anything. What started out as ‘just having fun’ got too complicated. That’s fine. Let’s just stop.”

“What if I don’t want to stop?”

Yeonjun’s response takes you by surprise. His eyes are clear and hard set in your direction, the furrow between his brows gone. His arms are crossed over his chest in a way that’s meant to be assertive, but comes off as insecure. Yeonjun cocks his head slightly.

“What if the reason I don’t want to have fun is because I want something more? What if I want exclusivity?”

Your eyes go wide as Yeonjun stands from the bed.

“Why are you assuming you know that I don’t want this? That I don’t want you?”

Once again you laugh, this time managing no more than a nervous chuckle. “Yeonjun, that’s not funny.”

Yeonjun squats in front of you, lowering himself so that you have to look down to meet his eyes. “I’m not joking.”

“But you don’t--you’re not--you don’t do relationships!”

And it’s true. The Yeonjun you know doesn’t waste time on exclusivity. You remember at the end of freshman year when a boy in your economics class, Wooyoung, was crying in the campus Starbucks for four hours straight. You later heard it was because he and Yeonjun had been sleeping together for some time, but when Wooyoung asked for more, Yeonjun broke his heart.

Clearly, this isn’t that Yeonjun. You can tell by the way he looks at you. It’s something akin to him in the nursing home. There’s a certain level of fear in his gaze, but there’s also warmth. There’s care. Yeonjun cares. He cares.

It surprises you when Yeonjun’s lips turn up into a small smile. “Trust me, I also thought I didn’t do relationships.” He grabs one of your hands, cradling it in between both of his. “But I think I want to try. With you. If that’s what you want too.”

You find yourself unable to do nothing but nod dumbly, still trying to process the boy’s words. Yeonjun chuckles, standing up from his squat, still cradling your hand gently.

“Is that a yes?”

You let yourself meet his gaze, craning your neck to look up at him. It’s all openness, eyes a clear and warm brown, slightly glossy at the corners. You take inventory of his messy hair, his askew name tag that’s decorated with red and pink hearts, and you know. You know.

“Yes.”

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