#but before we leave i ask the waitress hey um do you happen to have a coworker named [redacted]

[saturnsuv]

update <3

[deuxcherise]

Collar Crimes: All Bark, No Bite (1/2)

C/w: Unhealthy behavior (?) | Yandere | Female OC | Gender Neutral Reader | Reader is a bit of a… gold digger here (pun intended lol) | Comfort (?) | Fluff (?) | Slight Angst (near the end)| Swearing | Includes a cute pic of a Golden Retriever x German Shepherd mix dog for reference

A/n: So a long time ago, before reader met Eris, reader met a certain dog~ Hint, hint: she was mentioned in the last chapter (can I call it a chapter? It was in part 2). It’s not the bartender, by the way. So this is going to be a two parter because it got too long. Huh… Is it just me or are these getting longer and longer? Even the animal is getting bigger lol. Enjoy~

Masterlist | Part 2, Part 3 (1/2) (you’re here!), Part 3 (2/2)

[Seven years ago…]

“Hiiiii~ Welcome to Petal Blush Cafe, dear guest. We’re so happy-happy to see you~”

“Oh, what do we have here? I heard a lot of great things about you. Come give Papa a big ol’ smile, why don’t cha?”

You keep your ever present resting blank face on, place your index fingers together in front of your mouth and drag them apart in an upward curve. You throw in a tilt of your head, as a bonus.

The customer throws his head back in ecstasy. “AHHH! So it’s true what they say. I feel so refreshed! Papa’s got an appetite for some sandwiches… unless you’re on the menu today?”

“Oh my~ You flatter me~ But unfortunately, nooooo, sir~” you say with a high-pitched cutesy voice that heavily contrasts your stiff-robot face, fanning yourself for show.

You’ve always hated these kinds of customers– actually, you really hated this job in general. Not only were you forced to wear a ridiculously, scandalously short pink waitress dress uniform regardless of your gender, but you had to listen to yourself speak with an ear-gratingly high-pitched tone, because that’s what sells the performance here.

Have you tried to leave? Well, you’ve thought about it, but no. Where else would they pay you enough to make rent? Besides, with who runs this cafe and who owns the area, do you think you’d be able to leave scot-free? No.

You sigh internally. Ah… if only someone with a lot of money could just… sweep me off my feet. Someone kind… Someone considerate… Someone polite…

Pff. Yeah, right. Like that’s ever going to happen.

You take his usual order on your paper notepad. As you leave, you feel something heavy slap against your behind, the action sending a jolt through the rest of your body. You glance behind you and see the customer don a sleazy smirk, which further adds to your disgust and increasing resentment for this place. You pick up the pace to hand over the order to the chef. You slam the paper down onto the counter with a little more force than expected, warranting Remy’s attention.

“Which table?” he nonchalantly asks, cracking a couple of eggs onto the pan.

Somehow, despite wearing the same outfit as you, he maintains an extremely powerful look with his exposed bulging muscles and trimmed beard held by his hairnet. You envy the man.

“Table 13,” you grumble.

“Special sauce?”

“Special sauce.”

“Got it.”

The bell rings and in comes a trio of brothers in fancy suits, three of your most loyal customers, along with an unfamiliar face. Upon their request, the hostess leads them to a table in your section. You grab four menus before walking over and greeting them as usual.

“Hiiiii~ Welcome back to Petal Blush Cafe, dear guests,” you greet, face still with its blank expression. “We’re so happy-happy to see you~” you say, with your iconic blank face.

The three men roar with delight. The lady with them, wearing the same kind of suit, simply pinches and pulls at her sleeve as she keeps her face downcast. One of the brothers turns to the lady with them while pointing at you. “Hey, Sis. Whatcha think of (Y/n), huh? That straight face and cute voice. Combo’s real nice, ain’t it?”

“O-oh… um…” The woman makes eye contact with you for a split second before she looks away, a blush appearing on her face. She nods animatedly, releasing another roar from the men, much to your confused amusement.

“Oh right! (Y/n). You already know the three of us: Dante, Vergil and Nero. This,” Dante says, placing an arm around the lady’s shoulders, “is our baby sister, Lyn. She may look shy right now, but put a weapon in her hand and…” He whistles before chuckling.

“Ah. Happy-happy to have you, Lyn~” you say, cutely wiggling your fingers.

“... T-thank you… (Y/n).”

“Good girl,” one of the brothers sitting across pats her on the head. She reminds you of a golden retriever, with her blond hair and gentle, round eyes.

“Yay~ Now, what will it be today~?” you ask, clicking your pen.

They order some sandwiches and some drinks. You place the order in exchange for picking up the order for that sleazy customer who calls himself Papa. You and Remy exchange knowing looks before you deliver the food.

“Oooh. This looks delicious. Thank you very much, sweetheart.”

You nod and start walking away, before your arm is grabbed by a meaty hand. You turn your head around to see the man grinning at you maliciously. 

“Now, wait a gosh darn second. I heard that this establishment offers a… special service. Now… you aren’t holding off on me, are ya?”

You rip your arm out of his grasp, used to being grabbed by unscrupulous individuals like this man. You answer, “Oh~ The special service~ Sorry, hon~ That’s a privilege only reserved for customers who have dined here more than ten times~ Since you’ve come here once, that means you’ll have to come back nine more times.”

The special service in question refers to asking any server to sing the cafe’s jingle and perform a cutesy dance for the customer asking. Everyone who works here must learn this song and dance before they can be placed on the floor, adding their own twist to it, of course, thus providing a unique experience.

The man slams a fist on the table and stands up, his face red with anger. “WHAT? I CANCELLED A VERY IMPORTANT MEETING FOR THIS. NOW IF YOU DON’T GIVE ME THE SPECIAL SERVICE, I AM GOING TO–”

Click!

Both your heads turn to the side to discover Lyn pointing a loaded revolver with one hand just a feet away, aimed directly for the man’s skull. Her eyes are sharp and narrowed, unlike the gentle, round ones you were introduced to earlier.

She raises her eyebrows. “Is there a problem here, sir?” she asks, voice firm and steady.

“D-do… do you know who you’re pointing that gun at, lady?” the man stutters, sweating beading up on his forehead.

Lyn shrugs. “Does it matter?”

“O-of course it does! Shoot me and you’ll have the West Razors going after you and your entire family.”

She raises an eyebrow. “... Never heard of them before.”

“What? Who are you then, huh, bitch? Some don’s lady?”

She scoffs to the side. Her pupils contract, brown glinting with a shade of gold, as she cocks her head with a smirk. “Lyn Aurem-Diavolus. Of the May Devils.”

The man gasps and immediately lowers his knees, Lyn’s gun following. The man clasps his hands together in a prayer as he begs for his life. “I didn’t know! I didn’t know! P-please forgive me! I didn’t know this server was your lover!”

…Who? Is what now?

Lyn’s eyes soften back to their round shape, her face darkening to a red hue as she stutters, “L-l-lover?”

“That’s right!” Dante pipes up with a smirk, coming behind Lyn, followed by the other two brothers. “Mess with (Y/n) again, and we’ll send you straight down to hell, capisce?” He gives the man a thumbs down with a frown. “Now scram.”

The man quickly gets on this feet and skedaddles out of here, without leaving a tip no less. You click your tongue in annoyance, but you understand. You would be an idiot if you stuck around a pissed off May Devil.

Ah. But what if he spreads the word that I’m Lyn’s lover? … Ah, what the heck. The less perverts there are, the better.

Lyn replaces the safety lock before she puts it back into a hidden holster. She bashfully asks you, “Are you okay… (Y/n)?”

You nod and give a thumbs up. “Yeah. Thank you, Lyn~”

“N-no, well, I mean, yes, that too. But what I meant was–”

“Ooh, free sandwiches,” says Dante, eyeing the plate the guy left behind. “Don’t mind if I do~”

You throw a hand out. “No, wait!”

-----🔔-----

Ever since the brothers introduced you to Lyn, she has been visiting the cafe every day you’re scheduled to work for months now. Sometimes she comes with the brothers, sometimes by herself if they’re too busy dealing with… probably, mafia stuff. Not any of your business.

“Hiiiii~ Welcome to Petal Blush Cafe, dear guest. We’re so happy-happy to see you~”

“H-hi… (Y/n).”

At this point, there is no need to provide her with a menu anymore. She always orders a peanut butter milkshake and a plate of chocolate cake. Somehow, aside from the extreme sweet tooth she possesses, you always feel weird about giving her the chocolate cake. She’s definitely human, but… she really does remind you of a very shy golden retriever… with perhaps a German shepherd side to her. Or maybe like Maremmano-Abruzzese sheepdog, considering she’s Italian.

“Okay~ Here is your milkshake and your cake. Will there be anything else you’d like today, Lyn-Lyn~?”

You expect her to say no as per usual, but this time it seems she has something on her mind, based on the way her face has turns red and her eyes look like they’re panicking.

“O-oh! U-um… (Y/n)?”

“Yes, Lyn-Lyn?”

“Do you… what time do you get off work? D-do you have time after work?”

That catches you off guard. “Why~?”

“UH… UM… I… I-I have something… to tell you! Come meet me behind the cafe.”

“Oh… kay,” you answer. “Okay~”

-----🔔-----

[After work…]

“Alright. Good job, everyone! Have a safe trip going home!”

“Yeah!” “Thank you! “Yes!” “Uh-huh.” “See ya!”

The day has ended and all of the customers have left. Your boss leaves first, but you and your coworkers stick around in the locker room and begin making conversation as you change out of your work clothes.

“Oooh, you gonna go meet Lover Girl in the back, (Y/n)?”

You roll your eyes at a coworker’s words. “Ha ha. Real funny.”

“What does she wanna talk about anyway?”

You shrug, closing your locker. “Beats me.”

“Ooh, do you think she’s going to confess?”

You scoff. “No. Where’d you get that idea from?”

Your coworkers exchange looks before bursting into laughter.

Ever since that day when the don of the West Sharpies or whatever assumed you were Lyn’s lover, your coworkers have never let you live it down, especially with Lyn’s daily visits. She is… kind, considerate, polite, and you have to admit, she was pretty hot when she defended you back then.

However! You do not have such a relationship with her, nor any kind of feelings like that. You’re sure of it.

You’re the last one to leave, the only one to leave through the back door to meet with Lyn. You find her leaning against the wall, dressed in her suit as always.

The moment she spots you, she stands up straight and blushes again. She has never seen you in civilian clothes before, but you look so… beautiful. More so, without the cute yet obnoxious pink outfit.

“Sorry, did I keep you waiting?” you ask in your regular voice, out of character. Your face remains blank though.

“O-oh, not at all, not at all. Um, here.”

She manifests a flower bouquet from behind her back. You take the bouquet, entranced by the largeness of it and how beautiful the colorful flowers look under the alleyway’s only streetlight. When your eyes finally break away from the flowers, you find Lyn kneeling down on one knee and looking up at you with a very serious expression.

“Lyn?”

”(Y/n). Over these past few months,” she starts off, “I have been trying to figure out my feelings for you. I’ve thought about it over and over, tried to rationalize it as… as just infatuation, but… I know what’s in my heart. And I’ve finally come to a conclusion. Ever since I first met you, you have… captured my heart. I am in love with you, (Y/n).”

…..

You stare at her with wide eyes. “Huh?”

She clears her throat and starts glancing between you and the surroundings, embarrassed. “I-I know you may not feel the same. My brothers… and everyone else have told me already. And it’s not like I’ve really done anything so far to win your affection…” She mumbles something in between before continuing. “B-but if you give me the chance, I can show you what I’m capable of. As your potential girlfriend.”

“Oh… wow…”

She holds out a hand to you. “So will you… go out with me?”

“I…”

Do you want to try going out on a date with one of the May Devils? And the youngest one too? You don’t have any prior romantic feelings for the girl, which makes you feel bad. What if you never develop any feelings for her? What if she stops showing up to the cafe? What if you accidentally do something that triggers the entire famiglia to go after you?

In the midst of your thoughts, something dark emerges from deep inside you. A devil. It sits on your shoulder and whispers into your ear, “What if this is your chance to get out of here? She has money. You need money. It’s a match made in… well, ya know?”

…..

Your blank face breaks into a smile, an expression Lyn hasn’t seen before but is entranced by, as you place your hand onto hers.

“I would love to.”

-----🔔-----

[A month later…]

You hadn't expected to enjoy going out on dates with her, but you were sure glad that you said yes.

“(Y/n)! Look what I got for you!” Lyn excitedly says, holding a neatly wrapped box for you over your shoulder.

“Another one?” you chuckle, accepting the gift as she hugs you from behind and nuzzles the back of your neck. “Designer clothes. Designer bags. Luxuries cars. Lyn-Lyn, you're spoiling me too much. You're going to go bankrupt!”

She shakes her head, her hair tickles the back of your neck. “Mm mm mm mm. You're not being spoiled, you're being pampered! By me. Your loving, romantic girlfriend. Who regards you dearly very, very much! Forget about the money. Just let me enjoy spending it on you.”

You giggle and place a hand on her cheek, turning your head so you can share a kiss with her. Of course, Lyn starts planting lots of kisses on your face afterwards, like the lovely puppy she is.

You both fall into bed, full of laughter and joy until you both settle down to cuddle with each other. With your fingers interlocked with hers, Lyn gazes into yours with so much adoration, it makes you shy. You turn away and hide your face against the pillow.

“(Y/n), look at me,” she whispers.

You refuse, for a moment, but you make eye contact. You both gaze into each other's eyes, lovingly, until Lyn breaks the silence.

“I love you, (Y/n).

It makes you freeze, hearing those three words fall from her mouth for the first time in this relationship.

What shocks you more is that… well…

The thing is… normally… 

You're… supposed to say it back, right?

You open your mouth but not a single noise leaves it. You avert your eyes in shame, biting your lip.

Why can't I say it? you think. After all she's done for me so far?

…..

“I-It's okay, (Y/n),” Lyn suddenly says, making you look at her. Her eyes and voice are filled with sadness. “I… I know… that it takes time for a person to develop feelings for someone. I mean, it took time for me to realize my feelings too, and… I did ask you out knowing that you might not… reciprocate my feelings. At least, not yet. That's why people date, right? To get to know each other and hopefully fall in love. S-so… I'll wait for you. Besides, we’ve only dated for a month, right? I’ll do my best to make you fall in love with me. Okay? Prepare yourself~”

You nod, happy that Lyn still wants to be with you even if you can't say those three words back to her yet.

-----🔔-----

[Some time later…]

“Who are you talking to?”

You look up from your phone. “Oh! One of my old coworkers. He was just asking how I'm doing now since I've left the cafe. Thanks to you,” you answer, with a playful smile.

Lyn’s face doesn't share your expression. “Oh. Okay.”

You pout, wondering what's going on with Lyn lately. She'd catch you on the phone, ask you who you're talking to, and then ignore you until she finds something else to ask. It’s unnerving…

You crawl towards her on the bed and ask, “Lyn, I know you're upset. Do you want to talk about it?”

Lyn looks at you, looks away, and then looks back at you again before she leans forward and catches your lips with a kiss. She pushes you down onto the bed before releasing you from her lips and just looks at you.

Her eyes move from your eyes to your lips to your exposed collarbone before going back up to your eyes. She sighs before laying her entire weight on you, her head nestled in the crook of your neck.

“Lyn?”

“I love you, (Y/n)... Do you love me?”

“I…” Your voice catches in your throat for nth time.

You feel her breath as she sighs. “I know.”

Tears start to fill up your eyes out of frustration. “I'm sorry…”

She pops back on her elbows, worried. “Oh no, it's okay. Shh shh. It's okay. (Y/n). My (Y/n). I'm sorry,” she coos, caressing your cheek and wiping your tears.

For some reason, no matter what she does, nothing could spark you to say those three damned words. It isn't your fault but…

It’s starting to drive her insane.

[final-girl96]

Killer Geek Chapter Nine

Authors Note: Just a little Authors Note. The diner I mentioned in this chapter is a real diner. Red Rabbit was established in 1964 and is in Duncannon, Pennsylvania. I don't leave too far away from the diner, maybe about 30 minutes. I haven't been there since I was probably around ten, but it's a great place with great food. Now, it does not look like I describe in this story, and no one comes out on roller skates, sadly. It only opens Friday to Sunday and not year-round. I am using this diner just because it is the only diner I could picture when coming up with this scene.

The Date

I was expecting at some point on the drive to the diner Parker would have tried to reach over and put his hand on my thigh or try to hold my hand; he did neither and I was grateful for that. He even drove decently, only going a few miles over the speed limit. “So, what movie are they playing tonight?” I asked. Parker looked over at me for a brief second and smiled. “Uh…I'm not too sure to be honest. I figured we could just leave it as a surprise and if you wanted to stay and watch whatever they're playing then we could and if not we'd just do whatever. If that's alright with you, of course.”

“Yeah, that's fine.”

After an hour of driving we made it to the diner. Cars were parked under the canopy That hung out from the small diner. Waitresses and waiters come and go on roller skates. picnic tables sat out front and a menu was displayed on the window of the diner. A girl wearing a white baseball tee-shirt with red sleeves with red tight shorts, and white knee high socks with red stripes along the top came rolling over to the driver's side of the car. “Welcome to Red Rabbit. Can I take you drink orders?”

We gave our drink orders and she rolled away to the next car. “So, you know what you wanna get?” Parker asked. “Um…The bunny burger sounds good,” I said. “With a chocolate shaky?” Parker asked. I looked over at him and smiled. “Yes, definitely!” I laughed. “Inlike dipping my fries in the shake.” I nodded in excitement, “oh, my god, yes! Billy says I gross for doing that. But tye sweet and salty, cold and hot mixed together is just absolute heaven.”

“I know. It's so good. Especially Wendy's fries and frosty. That's my favorite,” Parker Said. It looks like I have more in common with Parker than I had thought. But that doesn't mean I like him. He's an asshole who thinks he can have whatever and whoever he wants just because he's rich, pretty, and popular. The waitress came back, taking our orders. Then she started flirting with Parker like I was even there. I just rolled my eyes when he flirted back. “Im going use the restroom.” I opened the passenger side door and got out, and walked around the side of the building.

When I got around the corner Billy was standing there. “He's already flirting with some bitch,” he said. I rolled my eyes, “I don't give a fuck what he does as long as he keeps his hands off of me. So far he's done that, so if he wants to first with a waitress in three towns over than he can. I thought you weren't going to follow me? Hm? So why did you? Dad make you do it. No, I doubt he'd do that. Or is it the simple fact that you actually care about your little sister and what happens to her.”

Billy just glared at me, “Shut the fuck up. Dad would kill me if something bad happened to you. And Parker Miller is all kinds of bad news. You heard about Hallie Knight, right? She dated Parker last year. One day she came to school with brusies on her arms and a busted lip. Claimed she fell. But everyone saw her fighting with Parker the day before. He's got a temper, yn. And if he does lay a hand on you I'll fucking kill him.”

After my little chat with Billy I went back to the car. “Hey, there you are. Where'd you go?” Parker asked. “The restroom. I told you that but you were too busy flirting with the waitress. I think I want to go home now.” He looked at me with a mix of surprise and anger,maybe? “We haven't gotten our food yet. Look, I'm sorry. It's a habit and I promised myself I would be different with you and I'm doing a poor piss job at it. I'm sorry, please just at least eat and if you still want to go home, then I'll take you.”

I agreed and waited until we finished eating. “So, wanna see that movie?” Parker asked, hopefully. “Um… let's see what's playing first.” A smile broke out across his face and he turned the car on, backing out,heading to the drive-in theater. “Let's see. Let's see. Um-they are playing…Friday the 13th,” Parker said. “Which one?” I asked. “Uh…the second one.” I nodded my head with a hum. “Fine. We can watch the movie.” He hit the steering wheel in excitement, then pulled up to the ticket booth. “Two tickets please.” He handed the cash to the person in the booth and then parked the car.

“Did you want any popcorn or candy or anything to drink? I can get you a slushie,” he said. I sighed, “yeah, sure. Blue raspberry for the slushie, please,” I told him. She smiled, “Sure thing, gorgeous. I'll be right back.” He opened the car door, got out, and headed to the concession stand. “Dinner, a movie, and snacks. Damn he must really like you.” I jumped, placing my hand on my chest over my pounding heart. “Jesus Christ, Stu! What the fuck are you doing?” I asked. “Checking in like Billy asked.”

I rolled my eyes, “You are such a little lap dog for my brother,” I scoffed. “Am not! Look, I know Parker better than Billy. He's going to try and make a move. He's liked you or I should say wanted you since your Freshman year when we Sophmores. I heard him talking about tonight. He said he was going to be the one to…ya know…” he made a popping sound, “ your cherry.” My face screwed up in disgust. “Ew! I would never let him touch me like that.”

“Well, Billy and I are a few cars behind you to the right. If he gets too handsy and doesn't take no for an answer, hit him in the face and come find us.” Stu left after that and five minutes later Parker was at my window handing me a slushie and the popcorn. He jogged around the front of the car and got back into the driver's seat. “I got candy too.” He set the candy on the dash and set his cup in the cup holder. “I have blankets in the back in case you get cold,” he said, scanning his eyes down my body. “I'll be fine.”

This went well for the first half of the movie. We talked a little about our favorite horror films and ate popcorn and candy. But then he tried to put his hand on my leg. I pushed it away and he tried again. “Can I at least hold your hand?” He asked. I looked at him and raised my eyebrow. “No. This is a simple date to shut you the fuck up and to get you to leave me alone. This isn't an invitation to feel me up.”

His jaw clenched and anger flashed in his eyes for a second before his face softened. “Look, I'm not trying to push you. I just think…” he leaned a little closer. “We'd be good together. I bet you have such a pretty little pussy and I could make you feel things geek Meeks will never be able to. Stretch you out real good, make you come all over my cock while screaming my name. I can give you everything you want.” His hand landed on my thigh, squeezing tight and moving up closer to my crotch.

I gripped his wrist and dug my nails into his skin. “I wouldn't let you dick with in fifty feet of me. God only knows what kind of disease you've got!” I pushed his hand away and opened the passenger side door with the other. “Where the fuck do you think you're going?!” He yelled. “To get my brother.” His face paled a little. I got out and slammed the door to his precious car. “Fucking bitch!” Billy must have seen me getting out of the car because he was walking towards me.

He walked to the driver's side, yanked the door open, and pulled Parker out of the car, slamming him against the side of it. His hands gripped the collar of Parker's shirt. “If you ever come near or touch my sister again, hell even if you look at her, you'll regret it. Do I make myself clear?” Billy pulled Parker closer to him and then slammed him against the car. “Do I make myself clear?!” He yelled. Parker pushed him away, brushing his shirt off. “Don't worry, I don't want you whore of a sister anyway!” He spat. Before I could even blink Billy's fist was connecting with Parker's face.

[so-much-for-stardust6]

First Date- 50s Cillian Murphy x Reader

kinda rushed it so i can post again but i got 0 energy

lowercase intended

might be spelling mistakes, didn’t re-read it

warning: smut

summary: it’s your first date with cillian but it doesn’t go as plan. what happens for the rest of the date?

i spritzed the perfume onto my body, inhaling the sweet scent. i was ready for my date. i was incredibly nervous as it was with the most gorgeous man i know, cillian murphy. i didn’t believe the rumors of him liking me until he asked me out. i was slipping on my shoes when i heard the doorbell ring, he’s here. i panic and quickly shove my feet inside my mary janes as i hear my mother answer the door.

“oh hello cillian!” her cheery voice rang out.

i finished and ran to my door and swung it open, catching their attentions. cillian’s mouth slightly drops open but he quickly composed himself.

“y/n…you look so beautiful.” his accent sending shivers down my spine.

“thank you, cillian…you look handsome.” i compliment back.

“well, go enjoy yourself kids. don’t stay out too late.” my mother smiles at us.

“thank you, ma. love you.” i go and give her cheek a kiss.

“love you too, sweetie. have fun!” she told us as we began walking out.

“i’ll make sure of it.” cillian smiles, a type of smile that gives me goosebumps.

he opens my door for me, a small thank you leaving my lips. he waits until i was fully situated to close the door and get in himself. i watch his fingers start up the car, practically drooling over them.

“do you like mike’s diner?” he snaps me out of my trance.

“huh? oh yeah, i love that place.” the thought of a milkshake making me thirsty.

“perfect cause that’s where we’re going.” he begins driving to our date destination.

like always, it was crowded inside and out with other couples having date nights. i go to open my car door once he parked but he stopped my arm. i furrowed my eyebrows at his action, watching as he ran out the car and to my side. i chuckle to myself as he opened the door for me, such a gentleman.

“you’re so cute.” i blurted out.

now it’s his turn to chuckle to himself, a blush on his cheeks and probably on mine too.

“you’re cuter.” he flirts back.

he holds out his hand and i happily take it, his warmth making me shiver. this man does things to me. we walk hand in hand inside the crowded diner and to an empty booth.

“what are you gonna get?” he asks, eyeing the menu.

“hmmm, maybe a burger and fries. what about you?” i look up at him, meeting his eyes that were already on me.

i blush a little, hoping he doesn’t see. but his smirk makes me know he does.

“i’ll get a burger too. can i share fries with you? i know i won’t finish my own.”

“of course, i don’t mind.” he smiles at my response.

“you’re the best.”

a waitress then walks up to us, pen and notepad ready.

“what can i get you two lovebirds?” she chews on her bubblegum.

“i’ll get a burger with some fries.” i order.

“okay…and for you?” she turns to look at cillian.

“oh um, i’ll get a burger as well but no fries please.”

“simple order…anything to drink?”

“hey cil, do you like strawberry milkshakes?”

he looked a little surprised at my nickname for him but he nodded yes.

“great, one strawberry shake.”

“alrighty, i’ll go put your guys’ order in.” the waitress clicks her pen before walking away.

“wait, only one shake?” he questions.

“yeah, we’ll share.”

a bright smile quickly formed on his face at my words, his hands reaching over the table to hold mine. we talked and talked about life while waiting for our food. in the midst of our talking, a loud bang caused everyone’s heads to turn towards the door. we all watched as the football team bursted inside the calm diner, laughter and shouting ruining the mood.

“great…” cillian mumbled to himself.

i watch as the waitress began walking to our table, two plates and a milkshake in hand. the quarterback cat called her and watched her as well until his eyes landed on me. he winked at me and gave me a unsettling smirk. i gave him a face of disgust before i focus back on cillian, who’s already munching down on his food.

“is it good?” i joke.

“hm?” he hums, mouthful as he looks up at me.

i laugh at the sight, already feeling myself falling for him.

“delicious. try your burger.” he talked, mouthful.

i didn’t find it disrespectful but actually cute. i take my burger and bite into it, the flavor hitting the right spot.

“how are the fries.” i ask, mouthful as well.

i pick up a fry and put it up to his mouth. he accepted the item and began chewing away. he gave me a thumbs up before stealing more. we played around with our food, feeding fries to one another and sharing the strawberry shake. just as he was gonna feed me a fry, a figure interrupted us. i turn my head to look at the quarterback who’s staring deep into my eyes.

“may we help you?” cillian questioned.

“hey there sweet cheeks, my names thomas, what’s yours?” he smirks, looking me up and down.

i slowly cover myself up, uncomfortable by his eyes.

“none of your business, thomas. now leave us alone.” his name spat out of my mouth like venom.

“excuse me? you have no manners, missy. you can’t talk to me that way.” he leaned closer to me, my reaction being to scoot farther.

“hey man, leave her alone.” cillian butted in, standing up.

he was soon to be back in his seat as another player shoved him.

“hey!” i shout at the guy, unfortunately leaving an opportunity open for thomas.

he went to grab me but i scrambled away and kicked his leg. cillian shot back up, pushing off the other players to go and shove thomas away.

“i said leave her alone!” he kept shoving thomas, something he didn’t like.

that’s when thomas’ fist collided with cillian’s face, forcing him to the ground.

“cillian!” i scream out.

by now we obviously have everyone’s attention, the chefs making their way out the kitchen to help. i get out the booth and kneel down to cillian, his bloody face contorted with pain. i was forced up by my arm and became face to face with thomas. i mimicked the man’s action from earlier and collided my fist with his face. i heard gasping from all around the diner, surprised i punched him.

“what the fuck is wrong with you.” he tried to lunge at me but luckily the chefs held him back.

they began shouting at the team to leave but i wasn’t listening, i was too focused on cillian below me.

“come on, cil. let’s go.” i help him up, groaning coming from his busted lips.

i dug into my sock, pulling out some cash handing it to the waitress. i told her to keep the change. i led cillian to the passenger seat, snatching his keys from the jean pocket while i was at it. i hop into the driver’s seat, turning it on and driving back to my house. i noticed my mom’s car missing, she was probably at her book club.

“where are we?” i heard the beautiful man beside me.

“my house, cil. i’m gonna clean you up.”

i get out the car and went to his side, opening the door and helping him out. i shut it with my foot before leading the two of us inside. i opened the door with a hidden key on the porch, locking it again once we’re inside. getting upstairs was the hardest part but i managed to do it. i sat him down on my bed, his body falling backwards. i watched as he laid there, groaning out in pain. one punch did this to him, telling me he never got into fights. i knew he didn’t, he’s a good guy. i grabbed my first aid kit from my bathroom before returning back to him.

“i need you to sit up for me, okay?” he hummed a “uh-uh” in response.

i sighed, frustrated at his refusal for help. i then moved to sit in his lap, his eyes shooting open at the contact. my brain didn’t think, i just did it.

“wha-“

“i need to fix you. sit up.” he finally listened.

i didn’t hesitate to clean up the blood, the sounds of him wincing in pain filled the silence. he leaned back, hands holding him up as i perfectly sat in his lap. i thought nothing of it, the clueless part of me taking over. i also thought nothing of it when i’d adjust myself to get a better grip or view of his face when placing the bandaids on. but i finally did think once i felt something poking my inner thigh, something hard. he had his eyes shut closed so he didn’t see me look down, his apparent boner catching my gaze. my breathing hitched at the sight of him like this. i knew he couldn’t help it, i mean i was moving around on his lap. a small smirk appeared on my lips when an evil plan popped in my head. i slowly began rolling my hips, his eyes once again shooting open at the movement.

“what are you d-doing?” the poor man stuttered.

“i said i’m going to fix you. i’m doing just that.” my voice dripping like sweet candy.

his hands gripped my bedsheet tightly, like he was holding back.

“i-i-we can’t…”

“why not?”

“because i really like you. and-and i don’t wanna do this on our first date.” he admits.

i stop my movements and smile at him.

“i like you too, cillian. but this won’t ruin things, it’ll make them better. i promise. we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” i start to get off, worried i’m crossing a boundary but his clammy hands held onto my hips.

he slowly guided me back to his lap, placing me perfectly on top his erection. my dress exposing my most aching area, aching even more with desire for him.

“i want to.” his voice low.

i then kiss him, a shock of electricity going through my veins. my mind went fuzzy and blank as his kisses contaminated me. i felt like i was getting drunk off of him, off of his taste. my hands travelled to his head, one on his cheek while the other tugged at his hair. he moaned at the feeling of my fingers pulling his dark locks, igniting a feeling deep down inside of me. his fingers snaked their way to the back of my dress, tugging at the zipper.

“can i?” he mumbled against my lips.

“yes.” i breathed out.

he then swiftly pulled the metal down, the sound making my stomach turn more. my dress slowly fell off my shoulders, his hands feeling around for a bra but stopping when he realized i didn’t have one on. he slowly pulled away from me, watching as my boobs slowly came into view. he felt like a teenager again, going absolutely crazy at the sight. his eyes, now dark blue, looked up at me. he was asking for permission. i took one of my hands and grabbed his, leading it up to my boob. he moaned out as i placed his warm hand, his reflex being to squeeze. he continued to do just that, eventually his other hand going to do the same to the other. my head was thrown back, moans escaping my puffy lips.

“god, you’re so beautiful…” he whispered to himself before placing kisses to my chest.

“cil…please….” i gripped his shoulders.

he pulled away to take off his shirt, exposing his beautiful freckled skin. my fingers traced the marks, loving every single one of them.

“stunning…” i whispered, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

he smiled brightly at me, heart beating fast at my reaction. he stood up, holding my legs around his waist as he flipped us around. my back now laid softly against my warm bedsheet, cillian towering over me.

“can i?” he grabbed a handful of my dress, desperate for more.

“yes….please.”

he began to push the fabric up, exposing my bare legs and eventually my soaked underwear. if it was possible, his eyes got darker at the sight of the wet spot. his fingers went to touch it but he stopped himself, looking back at me for permission. i got frustrated at his constant stopping.

“yes cillian! fuck, do anything to me. just-please touch me…” i cry out.

he didn’t waste any time at my words, putting pressure on my clit. i bit my lip, trying so hard not to loudly moan at this simple contact. my foggy mind didn’t notice my underwear sliding down my legs until i felt him actually touch me. i arched my back, lifting myself off the bed and he rubbed circles. he watched my every move, my every reaction, going faster when i’d moan out. the small room echoed with my moans as i felt a harsh pit bubbling in my lower stomach. i was aching for him so it was no surprise that i’m already near an orgasm. just as i was about to release he pulled his fingers away, leaving me frustrated at the denial.

“what the fuck?!” i groaned out.

“i want you to cum with me.” he explained while he took off his pants.

a patch in the front of his boxers wet with precum. i watched his fingers pull the hem of the boxers down, slowly revealing his boner. he was aching for me as much as i did for him. his tip was red, begging for some kind of release. he was quick to me towards me, his leaky tip pressing against my wet pussy.

“you ready?” he looks straight into my eyes.

“yes.” i breathed out.

he barely gave me time to prepare since he immediately pushed himself in. he went slow, making sure he wasn’t hurting me but seeing how my face wasn’t full of pain and instead of pleasure, he quickly filled me up. he set a medium pace, my stomach doing flip when he pumps deep instead. the veins in his arms and popping, like he was holding back. his gritted teeth confirming.

“faster…please cil…” i moan, needing more.

he looked surprised at my words, like i wasn’t the type to like rough.

he gradually went faster and harder, crescendoing every second. he kept a harsh grip on my hips, definitely leaving bruises. i reached up, grabbing his arms to pull him down to me. i connected our lips hungrily, wanting to taste him more. his hips stuttered as i bit onto his bottom lip. i hands snaked their way into his hair, tugging it once again. he let out a breathless moan, absolutely going crazy over the action. i kept pulling just to hear those moans again. his sounds inch me closer and closer to my orgasm again. he pulled away from my lips, going down to kiss all over my chest. biting, sucking, kissing, doing anything he can to me. the bed kept creaking, hitting the wall with his thrusts. my hands began roaming his body, scratching and pressing harshly down at his soft skin. all my senses were heightened, i felt on cloud 9. feeling cillian’s lips on me felt…right. it felt perfect. i never want this to end, but a certain feeling indicated that it was going to.

“fuck cil…i’m gonna cum..” i dug my fingernails into his shoulder.

he hissed at the pain but the sound was followed by a quiet moan.

“me too…me too baby.” his words had an effect on me.

i moaned out and clenched around him at his sentence.

“you like what i said?”

“yes..” i breathlessly admit.

“god, you’re doing so good for me. you’re so beautiful, so pretty, so everything. can you cum for me, darlin?” i shivered insanely.

i was at the edge about to tip over. the one thing that tipped me over the edge and into an orgasm was his whimpering my name. i barely heard it but at the same time it was incredibly loud to me. i arched my back, squeezing my eyes shut, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer. an uncontrollable amount of moans escaped my parted lips as i came all over him. he watched my every move, my every facial expression, my everything as i came. now THAT sent him over the edge. he impulsively switch positions, not even thinking straight. he sat on his knees, pulling me to sit on his lap as he thrusted upwards. my body ran cold, overstimulation eating away at me. he held my ass, holding me up as he inches closer and closer. then he came. his hips came to a harsh halt, slamming into me abruptly before cumming. he held me close, our chests pressed together. his fingertips pressed into my hips, his head thrown back. his cum spurted into me, making my body relax from the feeling. i looked up to kiss his neck, it vibrating from his moans. his arms snaked around me, hugging me even closer. i knew he was done when i heard him release a loud breath. we stayed like this for a while, so close together. my cheek pressed against his freckled chest as he rested his chin on top my head. our breathing slowly went back to normal, our sweaty bodies becoming sticky. i felt him kiss the top of my head, muttering something i didn’t pick up.

“what was that?” i look up at him.

“nothin hon. let’s get cleaned up.” he smiled at me.

he held onto me as he got off the bed, walking us over to my connected bathroom. he sat me down on my counter, slowly pulling out of me. i hissed at the soreness but secretly got sad at the loss of contact. he ran the water, making sure it’s a perfect temperature. the shower was relaxing. cillian and i washing each others hair and bodies. he helped me get dressed and everything, this man will be the death of me. we ended the night off cuddling, talking about nothing.

[jimblejamblewritings]

little situation | part 4.

Summary: For years, HYDRA had been trying to use the samples of Steve’s DNA to make another super-soldier. They finally succeed and when S.H.I.E.L.D. breaks her out, Cap is forced to come face to face with his kid and figure out parenting on an Avengers’ lifestyle.

Warnings: maybe potential childhood trauma but nothing really

Pairing: Steve Rogers x blackdaughter!reader, avengers x child!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist) 

Steve waved as you and Clint came from baggage claim. Clint laughed as he saw the baseball bat in the hand Steve was waving. Once you two actually reached, he took the bat and smiled at you trying to show that everything was fine after all. Steve also pulled something else from behind his back.

“Our mission was in Peru. I, um, got you something,” Steve said as he handed you a chullo hat with a toy alpaca in it.

“Thanks Da— Ste— thank you.”

You tucked the alpaca under your arm and put on the hat— it was very colorful but obvious the reason Steve bought that particular one was for the large white star on each ear flap. Steve took your suitcase from you and patted your shoulder.

“Nat’s right outside with the car. Why don’t you head on out, Clint and I are right behind you.”

He watched you walk out the airport doors before turning back to Clint. The pompom on the top of the hat bobbled back and forth as you walked away.

“When we say she broke a bat, how bad?”

“It was in literal splinters, I don’t think she knows how much strength to put in certain tasks.”

“I’ll work on that with her. Hope that’s a good one for your kid.”

“Yep. Same brand, you didn’t have to buy a new bat.”

“Ah, no problem.”

Steve started to walk when Clint grabbed his arm.

“Hey, man. Sarah ran after it broke thinking something bad was going to happen to her. She was gone for almost the whole night and was so worried about us being mad.”

“I’m working on that too. I don’t know what the hell HYDRA did to her but we’re trying to undo that.”

“She called you dad.” Clint nodded when Steve looked at him with surprise. “When I found her she said ‘please don’t tell my dad’. The kid feels safe with you whether she says so or not, just be careful with that.”

Steve got in the backseat and let Clint take the passenger’s. It was silent until Nat finally reached over to turn on the radio. Steve turned his head to see you staring out the window, absentmindedly picking at the soft fur of the alpaca doll. Clint and Nat both looked in the rearview mirror to see you take out the hearing aids and place your hand on the speaker on the backdoor of the car. You closed your eyes and sat back with a smile. When the song changed your eyes opened with a frown. Clint messed with the stations until he found one with a similar vibe. When your eyes closed again, he turned to Nat and Steve.

“Sometimes it’s not about the song itself but the music. She probably likes the way the vibrations feel.”

“Have you guys eaten lunch?”

“Nah, had to leave early to make the flight on time.”

So Nat pulled up at an outdoor restaurant instead of just taking Clint to his studio and you and Steve to the apartment. You took off the hat and left the alpaca in the car. The waitress came over and the three adults watched you tilt your head as she approached, looking at something. The waitress pulled out her phone for you all to read: Hello, I’m Ally, your server for today. Please bear with me, I am completely deaf but can still do my job. I’m happy to help. Do you know what you want to drink?

Ally’s smile grew large when you and Clint both tapped on your ears. Clint took over taking everyone’s orders and signing them to the waitress. When she came back with the sodas, she handed you a kid’s menu with crayons.

I like your hearing aids, pretty color. Is (f/c) your favorite? Ally asked.

Thank you. Yes, I like (f/c).

Ally took your food order and headed back to wait her other tables. The three Avengers discussed the missions Nat and Steve had just come back from, being careful not to discuss classified information in case someone was eavesdropping. Steve, who was sitting across from you, looked down to see you drawing— surprisingly well, especially for having crayons. Nat and Clint looked as well.

“You know they say a portion of creative ability can actually be an inherited trait,” Nat said.

Both Clint and Steve looked at her.

“What? I had to be a child psychologist for a mission once.”

You looked up when Steve took a crayon.

“Can I?”

You shrugged and pushed the menu in between the two of you, where you had flipped it to the blank back side to reveal your drawing of the roses in the pots next to your table. Natasha and Clint looked on with silent amusement as Steve leaned over the table and started coloring with you while waiting for the sandwiches. He added the actual restaurant in the background, including the green awning while you made the tables and chairs. You looked at the flowers on the table— not red roses, but purple flowers. Which wouldn’t have been a problem, except the crayon pack had all the blues and purples next to each other. Steve took the crayon pack out of your hand and wordlessly took all the crayons out, rearranging them on the table so each blue or purple was separated by another color.

You picked up the crayon that seemed closest, now able to have a sense of differentiation. When Ally came back with the sandwiches and fries, you quickly cleared the table of your stuff to make room. The other three didn’t miss how you looked at the drawing one more time before taking up a crayon and writing down: Steve & Sarah’s Restaurant. You quickly folded up the paper and started to eat.

“Sarah?” Nat asked. “Do you have anything you like to do? For fun, like drawing?”

“They made us dance… but I liked it.”

Natasha froze and neither Clint nor Steve was sure if they had ever seen her that way. It had been years since she touched a dance floor. Any missions that involved disguising herself as a dancer was immediately passed to a different agent, Nick knew not to even ask.

“You liked it?”

“It was when they left us alone.”

That made Nat laugh in agreeance. It might’ve been painful and torture but once the music started you were right, they left you alone.

“I like…”

You trailed off when you spotted the large dog. When your eyes returned to the table, you had forgotten what you were going to say and finished eating. Nat dropped you and Steve back home after dropping off Clint. You set the alpaca toy on your bed and gave the hat a front row seat on an empty part of your bookshelf.

“Sarah?”

You popped your head out of your room.

“Nick found you a tutor if you want one? It seems better than school for now.”

Steve thought that you should be privately tutored until you were further detached from HYDRA. He didn’t want one wrong move from a teacher or another student to cause you to run off.

“Okay.”

“You said you finished the polygons at the farm. Do you want help putting them together?”

You nodded excitedly and brought out all the triangles and pentagons. Steve grabbed two of the popsicle tubes and handed you one. You both sat cross-legged on the couch, facing each other, popsicle tubes dangling from your teeth. You showed him the template and started connecting the shapes with ribbons. He held up the finished product.

“First icosidodecahedron finished in all blue. Nice work, Babydoll.”

“My mom used to call me that.”

“Oh, I don’t have to—”

“I like it.”

You woke up early from the noise, having forgotten to take out the aids. You got up and opened your room door to see Steve, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. He turned around as he heard the door open.

“Good morning, Sarah, I didn’t mean to wake you. I was going to go on a morning run and then come right back.”

“Can I come with you?”

“Sure.”

Steve slowed himself down but was impressed by the stamina and speed you kept. The two of you ran for ten miles in the half hour before you got tired, instead of his normal thirteen. You two quickly ate breakfast and made your way downstairs again to where Nat was waiting.

“Scheduled the test for Monday. We’ll be out of your hair soon and in our own car.”

“If you pass, Rogers. I’ll hold my breath. How are you, Sarah?”

“I’m good. We finished the icosidodecahedrons yesterday, would you like one?”

“Is there one with red ribbon?”

“That’s Dad’s.”

“Da—”

“We can give Nat the red one, Babydoll,” Steve cut off Nat’s question. “I’ll take the blue one.”

Steve took you to Nick’s office after training, where the tutor was, before leaving for his own office to type up the mission report. The office was now oddly quiet, he had gotten used to your audiobook playing in the background. The mission report was boring but Steve meticulously typed it up anyway. Nat came strolling in a few hours later, sitting on the corner of the desk.

“When did that progression occur?”

“In the car.”

“Right then? That was the first time she called you ‘dad’? And the nickname?”

“Is it too old school sounding? She said her mother used to call her that.”

“No, it’s cute, I just didn’t expect it so soon. You two are a nice family.”

“The kid’s growing on me… speak of the devil.”

You walked into the office carrying two containers of lunch and two water bottles balancing on top of them. You gave a wave to Nat and set the food on the desk, taking up the single chair on the other side once again.

“The tutor gave me an hour for lunch.”

“Thank you, Babydoll.” He took the second container.

“There’s a lot of agents here. Not a lot of guards,” you said. It was just a simple observation.

“We don’t need guards, everyone’s a good guy here,” Nat said.

“I like that,” you said after a moment of silence.

Nat left you and Steve to go do her own work which included research on a cartel. Steve opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out his sketchbook and colored pencils that he kept there. He slid them across the desk and towards you. You opened it, seeing a few of his drawings.

“I like to draw too, figured you would get more use out of it than me.”

You and Steve got used to the new routine. Early morning runs before finishing training at S.H.I.E.L.D. Then you would part ways for your tutoring while he worked before you grabbed lunch and ate in his office. Tutoring would finish and you’d both go home, ready for dinner. The times he had a mission, you’d hop on a flight to Clint’s farm. And Steve would always bring back something from a mission for you. It had been going like that for three months.

You were sitting at the round dining room table after having taken a shower, drawing in the sketchpad. Steve was still working on dinner when you came back— he was slowly making his way through a cookbook, now on the recipe for lasagna from scratch. It definitely wasn’t going to look pretty, most of the things he cooked didn’t, but it would taste good.

“Hey, Sarah… Babydoll.”

Steve looked over when you hadn’t responded. Your head remained down, glued to the picture you had been working on. He noticed the (f/c) hearing aids weren’t in— you had left them on the bathroom counter. Steve put the lasagna in the oven and walked over to the table. He moved his hand into your line of sight and knocked on the table. You looked up, focusing on his mouth to see what he wanted.

Your hair is longer. Do you want to cut it again?

He laughed when you went wide-eyed. Steve didn’t want you to feel like you had to have the hearing aids in all the time, and wanted to communicate on the off chance that something happened and you just didn’t have them on you.

I’m learning. He gave a soft smile.

I want to grow it out, you signed back to him.

Alright. Who’s this?

Steve looked at your drawing, seeing the young black woman on the page. She had big hair and full lips that, in their stretched smile, took up almost the entire bottom part of her face.

My mother.

Elise? She’s very pretty.

And young is what Steve thought. Obviously your mother had started graduate school way earlier than most people but it hadn’t really occurred to Steve until he saw your drawing. He was too busy staring at the picture that he almost missed your last words that came out so quiet.

“I’m starting to forget what she looks like.”

Steve looked down at you. Do you know her last name?

(Y/L/N).

Steve nodded and returned to the kitchen to check on the lasagna. He now had two new things on his mind. One, finding videos on doing hair since you wanted to grow it out. Two, finding any living relatives of Elise (L/N).

(Part 5)...

[erodasfishtacos]

harry adores yn with his entire being and i can tell that she loves him just as much but the poor thing is just so scared, and by what you have showed us she has a fair reason to have struggles

Through Hell and Back

warnings: cheating, mentions of domestic violence, this could just be overall triggering if you have experienced trauma or family struggles.

this is a very important blurb to understand dynamic and history of the characters.

PLEASE let me know your thoughts.

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Harry’s out at a bachelor party for his friend, Jack, at a noisy bar downtown where there is a mechanical bull and half-naked waitresses.

His phone rings at two-thirty in the morning, he already knows who it is and why she’s calling him so late.

He steps outside the noisy bar, “Hi puppy, y’alright?”

Harry already knew she wasn’t.

Her voice is shaky, “Er, are you still out at the bachelor party?”

If he says yes, she’ll just try to say have fun and was just calling to check in - a lie because she felt like such an inconvenience at all times.

“No, just got home,” He lied smoothly, he could hear her trying to hide a sniffle - she must have had a bad dream.

Every since she started trauma therapy, they’d been getting worse, as she worked through her struggles with a therapist.

—

“I-I don’t want to g-go in,” YN whimpers as she sits in Harry’s passenger side outside the clinic, “I can’t talk about it.”

“Baby, you need to do this. You need to talk to someone who’s trained to help you, okay? You promised you’d try it f’me,” He hums, rubbing a thumb over her wet cheekbone.

She shakes her head stubbornly, “It’s all going to come back.”

“Yes, it will. Because you didn’t work through it, you repressed it. There is a difference, okay?” Harry’s heart feels like it’s being ripped in two as YN looks like a caged animal.

YN squeezes Harry’s hand so hard it hurts but he doesn’t mind, he can feel her fear being shared through the rough touch.

She wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater, “Please, H. I don’t want to remember.”

He sighs softly, “I would never force you to do something you don’t want to do. If you really want to leave, we can.”

YN searches his eyes, sees his sadness and she knows she has to push through because she loves him so much, “Will you walk me in?”

“Of course, s’fucking proud of you. My strong girl,” Harry praises, kissing the top of her head, and shutting off the car.

He walks her in, watches her as she hesitantly goes back in with her new therapist, and sits in the waiting room for the hour and a half until she comes out.

He does that every week without miss.

Drives her, walks her in, sits in the waiting room, and then drives her home.

She doesn’t usually talk much after the sessions, her eyes swollen and puffy which is a telltale sign she cried during the appointment.

Harry holds her hand on the ride home, sometimes draws her a bath or tucks her in for a nap under his covers.

One day, after therapy, they crawled into his bed together. She hadn’t said one word since she walked out of the office but she looks tiredly at Harry.

“Why?”

Harry frowns, “Why what?”

She hides her face into the fluffy pillow, words mumbled, “Why do you want me? I’m so broken.”

“Hey,” Harry responds loudly, pulling her up and giving her a serious look, “You are not broken. Even if you were, I’d love every broken piece, okay? I want you because I’m so in love with you it doesn’t make sense.”

YN shakes her head, “I don’t deserve you. You-you have to drive me to therapy every week, leave work early, have to make it up the next day.”

And well, his heart breaks a little because she truly believes that.

Harry grips her jaw, gently, “If you need to go to therapy for the rest of your life, I’ll drive you until I’m ninety. I’ll drive you five days a week if you need it.”

He continues,“I don’t deserve you, sweet girl. Strongest, bravest, most resilient person I’ve ever met. You are my soulmate and I believe that wholeheartedly.”

“I want to nap now,” She whispers, crawling back into her shell where she’s safe from the world, from facing her fears.

Harry just stares at her, the girl he’s had a crush on since fourth grade, the girl he’d been in love with since ninth.

When she felt broken, well so did he.

—

“Mum, I want to do more for her,” Harry cries to his mother one night at dinner after school.

“I know you do, Harry. There is only so much you can do. She has parents tha-“

“Those aren’t parents, mum! You know that!” He shouts angrily, “I need to do more for her. Help her!”

Anne looks at him with a soft, understanding expression, “You’re doing all you can, Harry.”

—

He was still doing all he can.

“I wa-was wondering if you wanted to come over and watch a movie?” YN acts casual despite the tremor but he won’t call her on it - on the phone at least.

“I’d love to pup, I’ll be over on a tick,” already walking away from the busy bar.

Harry can hear the relief in her voice when she says, “Okay, I’ll see you soon.”

When he uses his key to open the door, she sat on her couch with all the lights in the house on, not one off.

“Oh, pet,” Harry murmurs, all the blinds were drawn shut and he knew she’d already triple checked that the windows were locked - despite the state of the art security system he had installed for her.

“Um, so are we feeling a scary movie or romcom?” She ignores his words, picking up the remote, and pulling up Netflix.

He flicks a couple of the bright lights off until it’s normal dim and he sits next to her on the couch, taking the remote and turning off the television.

“Talk t’me,” Harry coaxes, unraveling her from the heavy weighted blanket, and tugging her into his chest.

“M’fine,” YN lies on a choked whimper.

“Y’safe, you know I’d never let anythin’ happen to you . Please puppy, tell me,” He’s not to manly to beg for her to open up.

He allows her to nuzzle her face into his neck, “He cam-came back an-and he -,” her voice drops, “broke in here and I wo-woke up as he was opening my door.”

Harry holds her for a very long time that night.

-

With Harry and her therapist’s constant encouragement she’d been able to be more open and up front with Harry - which made him feel unexaplainably proud of her.

Anna almost fucked everything up, all the hard work without even realizing it.

It was nearly three in the morning this time.

Harry was stuck at Anna’s house with her and her friends for a movie night.

He’d gotten up to go to the bathroom when his phone rings.

Anna sees who it is and picks it up, “What do you want? Harry’s busy and doesn’t have time for you right now. You know it’s not all about you, right?”

Then she hangs up, all of her and her friends giggling at how she just treated YN.

Harry is unaware of the call for a few minutes when he gets back until he gets a text from YN.

I’m sorry I bothered you. I am okay. Have fun tonight x

He scrolls through his phone in confusion until he sees the call, he glares over at Anna, “Did you answer my phone?”

She has a cocky look on her face, “Yeah, I told YN that the world doesn’t revolve around her and to leave us alone.”

All the friends are giggling - but that comes to an abrupt halt when Harry stands up, knocking over the little table of drinks with his anger, “Where the fuck did you get the idea that you could touch my phone, let alone answer it?”

All of them are quiet.

He scoffs, “Now all you annoying prats are going shut up? Get the fuck out of my way,” he orders to Anna who’s pouting.

“C’mon, it was a joke. Don’t leave,” She whines, grabbing at Harry’s arm which he instantly rips out of her grip.

“Don’t touch me. I can’t fuckin’ stand you,” He tells her honestly before storming out of her house without a look back at her teary face.

-

When he arrives at YN’s house, a book is automatically been hurled at the front door when he opens it, then another.

“Hey, puppy, stop tha’. S’just me, you’re okay. S’just me,” He coos, rearming the security system to make her feel better.

She is only in one of his shirts with the company logo on it and soft cotton boy shorts, hair frizzy atop her head.

“Y’have another nightmare?” Harry asks softly, all the lights were on again, every single one.

YN clenches her jaw, “No.”

He hardens his expression too, “I was in the bathroom when she answered that call. As soon as I found out, I came over here. Don’t be sour with me.”

“I didn’t have a nightmare.”

“I know y’bloody lying because your legs are still tremblin’. Now cut the bullshit and talk t’me, we’re not going backwards,” Harry tells her seriously, with all firmness he can muster.

“I love you.”

It takes him aback. YN told him how much she adored him but it was something that didn’t come easy for her.

To hear it flat out, well….he nearly almost melted on the floor into a pile of goop.

“I love you too, puppy.”

She takes a deep breathe, “It’s been that same nightmare, but it’s not really a nightmare? It’s a flashback to…”

YN swallows before she continues, “Remember when….when I ran from my parent’s house to yours and my dad came and found me…”

Harry doesn’t want to remember but he does.

—-

“Harry, he-he just pulled up,” YN cries, peeking out his window, “I don’t want to go home.”

“Harry, he’s screaming at your mum. I have to go.”

“Harry, I have to go before he does something stupid. I’ll be okay, I promise.”

“Harry, don’t cry. I’ll be fine, he’s just really upset. I’ll just deal with it and it will be over before we know it, okay?”

——

“I remember,” He wavers like he normally doesn’t, feeling like a helpless sixteen year old again.

It was moments like this were no matter how hard he wanted to be angry or scream at her for making their relationship so difficult, that he couldn’t be.

How could he blame her for her commitment issues?

Why she struggles to trust?

Why she never feels good enough?

“I’m sorry to bring that up-“

“Do not apologize,” Harry interrupts, “I want to know everything you experience or feel no matter how traumatic or upsetting.”

YN despite her own struggles, when she heard Harry say things like that…well she knew full heartedly that he loves her with no conditions.

She knew this was so hard on him, “I am so in love with you, H.”

His eyes automatically soften and he reacts like he’s being praised. His face lights up without him even knowing it does.

“I’ve been in love with you since I was sixteen, thank you for being my person. I appreciate everything you do for me.”

It was something she had been also working on in therapy, expressing gratitude- specifically to Harry.

And it works because Harry actually starts tearing up, eyes watering with emotion, “I love you. I’d walk through hell and back for you.”

He would and he has.

[yagamiluvr]

Aight this is for my friend cuz she loves L (I mean I do too but this is her request) and doesn't have Tumblr.

So, headcanons for this kind of situation?: The reader is a café waitress and so one day L decides to get sweets himself and orders from the reader. He decides to come back everyday to the café for the sweets and because he liked the waitress. So like as he visits everyday he starts to get a crush on the reader and the reader with him if that makes sense. Eventually he asks out?

bye bc i absolutely adore this idea 🥺 thank you so much for this request, and i hope both you and your friend like this! <3

so we ALL know l loves his sweets

one day he asks watari to bring him some after a long while of working, to which watari replies that they've run out

so l is like "okay" and decides to take matters into his own hands

he's not too afraid to go out in public without any kind of disguise or protection, as he always keeps his identity hidden while working as l

he wastes no time in pulling on a pair of sneakers and waltzing out, trying to find a good place to buy himself more treats

after a while of looking, he finally comes across this cute little café

which just so happens to be the very café that you work in!

so he walks in there while you're working the register

he sees you and he's literally like "oh my god"

there's something about you that makes him feel just... weird

not like a bad weird though! he feels his heart skip a beat and his stomach suddenly start churning

it's an odd feeling for him, but he likes it????

he doesn't really know what to think; all he can do is just ogle at you

he can't get enough of you, and he hasn't even spoken to you yet

so finally l gets over himself and shuffles up to the counter

you notice him and you flash him a warm smile

"hello! what can i get for you today?"

if you look into his brain at this moment, all it would be is the windows error screen LMAO

l is able to keep up a decent front as he quickly spouts off the names of some cakes and pies and such, but right now he's more interested in the pretty person in front of him rather than the sweets

before he knows it, you're ringing up his items and handing him his food

he's well aware that this is his cue to leave, but he just doesn't want to

something about you makes him want to stay. he just finds you interesting, is all

so he takes the stuff and he goes back to his hotel, but he can't stop thinking about that pretty cashier

so fast forward to the next day, and l is like "screw it" and decides to go back to see you again

luckily for him, you're there! he couldn't be more excited :D

he's definitely not one of those people whose face you'd see in a crowd one day and just totally forget about. he's got a certain air about him, this little quirky charm, so obviously you recognize him

"hello again! i did see you yesterday, didn't i?"

"uh, yes. yes you did."

"see, i knew i recognized you! you back for more sweets?"

"mhm. do you have anything strawberry flavored, by any chance?"

l's already an introvert, but he can feel himself getting shyer the longer he's near you

he's very well aware that he's an awkward kind of guy, but you manage to get him all flustered in a way he's never been before

as you ring up the items he'd ordered, he attempts to make small talk with you

"the weather's nice today."

"you think so? it's been really rainy and gloomy."

"i like the rain."

"oh yeah! nothing wrong with the rain. it can be quite nice."

when you hand him the bag of stuff, you're about to wish him farewell before he randomly says, "oh, by the way, what's your name?"

"it's (y/n)!" you tell him, gesturing to the name tag on your shirt. "yours?"

"oh, it's ryuzaki."

(as interested as he is in you, he's not about to just give himself away as l like that)

"i like that name! well, ryuzaki, i hope you have a good day! and come back soon!"

"i will, thank you."

you didn't expect him to actually take 'soon' so literally, as the next day he's back again

and the day after that

you get the gist

l always comes in at around 6 or 7 in the evening when business is slow so you have more of a chance to talk to him

the more he comes in, the more comfortable he grows around you.

talking about each other's day, sharing funny stories, getting to know each other- it's really nice! and you always look forward to seeing him come in, because you always have a blast hanging out with him

as time goes on, l only falls harder for you. your smile, the way your hair perfectly frames your beautiful face, the way you laugh every time he makes an attempt to crack a joke... he loves it

unbeknownst to him, you've caught feelings as well. you've already grown to be feel comfortable in his company, but the more you get to know him, the more you realize that omg this guy's the cutest

finally, one evening he comes in, but he looks way more anxious than normal

"ryuzaki! hey, you doing okay? you seem kinda... i don't know. off. did something happen?"

"no, no. nothing happened. i just- i have something i want to tell you."

"hmm? what is it?"

"well, you see, i... i've been thinking about you a lot. i quite enjoy visiting you and talking to you, and i think you're one of the most interesting people i've met. i like being with you, so i was wondering if you would like to, um, spend more time together outside of your work. like a date. but only if you're comfortable with it."

at this, you're literally over the moon

"i'd really like that, ryuzaki! i get off work early tomorrow; would you be down to grab some dinner with me?"

l flashes you his signature tiny smile, the one you've grown to know and love over this past while

"yes. i'd like that, (y/n). i'd like it very much."

[lovelybarnes]

stood up- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, anderson x reader (?) warnings: angst, getting stood up, language, unrequited feelings about: prompts (DA29) “i got stood up.” + (DF30) “i think you’re my soulmate.” +(DF41) “are you going to cry? please don’t cry. a/n: i love to hurt but dw it’s a happy ending, i actually like this fjsk, a the time i finished this, i just posted another imagine, so i can’t wait for you guys to read this one in a couple days

every passing second makes you hyperaware of all the sympathetic stares that are currently directed at you. the feeling of pity is enveloping you whole, wrapping you in a thin layer of shame that you think must be related to the careful makeup you caked on your face for this date. your recently manicured nails scratch at the tablecloth, trying to avoid your new expensive dress, deep midnight color clinging to your nervous self. teeth stress your dark wine bottom lip, anxious eyes darting across the restaurant.

with each face that enters the place, none of them being his, the presumption that he isn’t coming solidifies. with it, comes the embarrassment. you can feel the warnings of tears, already threatening to ruin the mascara you had applied so carefully, not bothering to choose the waterproof one because why would you be crying on your date?

you suppose it’s your own fault- how dare you attempt to get over bucky? how dare you trust the words of a shield agent? you pick at your nails, gathering up the courage to stand up and leave. your waitress, however, beats you to it, a faux apologetic look on her face. “oh, so you’ve been here for, like, half an hour and it seems no one is coming, and we kind of need the table, so…”

you hold back an uncomfortable cringe, nodding stiffly as you stand. “right. i’m sorry. i don’t need to… pay for the water, right?” you ask dumbly, ducking your head when she shakes her head condescendingly.

pushing the door open, you step into the brisk air of the night, clouded over with an uneasy disappointment that you’re sure is because of you. you stand for a second to look at the stars, realizing how pretty of a night this would be if you weren’t so damn frustrated. the upset hasn’t passed yet, although the beginnings of anger are peeking up in your stomach.

while you stare up at the moon, the universe decides your getting stood up wasn’t enough, choosing to gift you with cold droplets of water that make your mascara run. it’s unbelievable, you nearly scoff tearily.

you walk to your car then, the moonlight that should have been romantic when you walked out of the restaurant now only making you feel lonely. you don’t let the tears come yet, having enough pride to not let the smitten couples appreciating the romance of the rain see you cry, deciding to put that off until you’re in the quietness of your room.

you drive in the sound of the pattering rain, concentrated on keeping your breathing even so as to push back the tears, not wanting to have an accident on the way back home because your vision was clouded over with sadness.

-

the relief you feel when you arrive at the compound is immeasurable; the knowledge that all you have to do is walk quietly to your room, and you can release the pent up emotions that eat you whole is unbelievably satisfying. the horrible itching feeling that comes with the tears arrives again when you notice your reflection in the impressively clean windows of the stark compound. through the stains of your ruined makeup, you can see the remnants of how dolled up you were, how much time was spent with the intricate details that made you smile when you looked at yourself in the mirror.

you swallow back the painful lump in your throat, opening the doors and sniffling at the dimly-lit room. your heels click tiredly on the floor, precious bracelet lightly jangling when you move. you can’t find it in yourself to care when you realize you’re dragging water inside, resigning to letting stark lecture you in the morning.

as you stand in the elevator, waiting for it to reach your floor, the emotions you’ve pushed so far down decide to spring back up in the form of an overwhelming dejected exhaustion that makes you physically slump. you lean against the cool of the metal railing, shutting your eyes hard to avoid looking at yourself. you only pry your eyes open when you hear the soft ding of the elevator, surprised and once again embarrassed to see bucky standing between the open doors.

“y/n?” he asks quietly. his demeanor immediately changes when he takes you in, body softer in the way it always is when you’re with him. his reaction makes you fall deeper, which reminds you exactly why you were going on your failed date. you straighten, clearing your throat, “um- i have to get to my room.”

your voice is thin, heightening his worries and stopping you with a gentle hand to your arm before you step off the elevator, “what’s wrong? what happened? are you okay?” he asks, and you nod blindly at all of his questions, realizing that the longer you stay with him- with his warm hand that you can’t help but lean into pressed against your cold arm- the more you really want to cry and scream because it’s not fair that he’s been given to you, yet you can’t have him, even if he has you.

“i’m fine,” you lie obviously, forcing your eyes again from his. “y/n, what happened? you’re clearly not fine,” bucky pushes, the hand on your arm beginning to rub stressed circles into your skin. you give up then, looking back at him. “i got stood up,” you say finally, words cracked. you shake your head, “and i just spent so much time on everything and-”

“that’s stupid. who would stand you up?” bucky interrupts, eyes genuinely confused while you scoff. “apparently anderson from security,” you respond bitterly, looking away. “he’s stupid, y/n. he has to be to not go to a date with you.”

you exhale frustratedly, “maybe not. maybe there’s something wrong with me and i’m the stupid one for even thinking someone would want to go out with me,” you countered. “hey, no, you are- you are amazing, y/n. amazing and stunning and intelligent and he missed his chance to be the luckiest guy in the world,” he insisted, gently pulling your attention back to him with a gentle hand on your cheek. you give him a watery laugh through the loud, unfair questions in your head: why don’t you love me like i love you, then?

you don’t realize the tears that run down the streaks of already ruined mascara until bucky points them out, wiping them away with his fingers, “no, no, don’t cry, please don’t cry,” he begs. you can’t help it, though, biting your lip to hold back your unrequited confessions of love.

“nobody wants me. i don’t even think i want me anymore,” you weep, oblivious to the breaking of bucky’s heart when he hears your words, pulling you flush against his chest. “don’t say that, doll. that’s not true-”

“it is. what other reasons can you think of that explain why i’m the only one that’s shown up to the rare dates i’ve been on? why have i had to go on those stupid dates just to forget how pathetic i am that i can’t get over you?”

you’re too deep in the ocean of your thoughts to realize what you’ve said, too little light available in the dark to let you realize the hints you have and will undoubtedly let out if you continue blubbering into bucky’s shoulder like the mess you are. your feelings are scattered, words so disorganized that any way you piece them together will be a mistake. “why else does the one person who i actually want to love me back not want me?”

bucky can make sense of the words you’re saying, the heavy weight they carry when he realizes exactly what they mean, and what you imply. he’s frozen, heart simultaneously fluttering at the mere thought of his feelings being returned and breaking at the cries you’re letting out because of him.

he’s refused to ever be the source of your pain, restricting his own poems of confessions because he didn’t want to hurt you, never wanting to be the reason you cried. he supposes now it was the wrong choice, one he needs to fix.

the bead of insecurity buried stubbornly in his mind shrieks, however, because he’s as clueless as you are and can’t possibly imagine someone like you- so kind and pure and good- loving him back. so he needs to make sure, needs to hear you say it in your voice.

“what?” you let out a watery scoff, full of embarrassment rather than annoyance at him, “don’t make me say it, bucky, please-”

“please say it- i- i need you to say it.”

a beat of silence passes before you sniffle, pulling away from the man you’ve called your best friend and wanted nothing but to be able to call him more. “i love you, bucky. in a way that makes me pretty sure you’re my soulmate because i don’t even believe in that but you make me feel like i should.”

bucky’s storm clouds lighten, doubts dissolving when he listens to what you said, tasting your words and examining each one just to remember it. he pulls your lips to his when they’ve barely processed. “you should,” he says when he pulls away for a second, only to make you lose your breath again when he aches for you immediately, kissing you again, “believe in soulmates.”

“why is that?” you ask breathlessly, letting him pull you back in because you both have been waiting- dreaming about this for so damn long, and he isn’t sure he’ll ever be able to keep away from you now that he has you. he presses a sloppy kiss to your lips, so perfectly imperfect when your teeth clash and you both laugh gently, noses nudging each other when he leans his forehead on yours, “because we’re meant to be, y/n. in that way that soulmates are.”

[venicebixch]

Breaking Rules part 2

more smut! enjoy.

I wake up to the sound of a door slamming in the hallway outside. My head is throbbing and I feel like I’m dying of thirst. I’m confused for a moment as I get oriented to the unfamiliar room. Once I realize my surroundings I turn over and see Vinnie beside me, still asleep. Then I remember what happened last night.

“Oh fuck,” I whisper to myself, rubbing my eyes.

I can’t believe we actually did that.

I get up slowly so I don’t wake him and throw on a pair of jeans and a shirt, then quietly brush my teeth and hair. I clean up what’s left of my makeup from last night and sneak out of the room to head to the hotel restaurant. I don’t have to wear it here but I put my mask on to give myself an ounce of anonymity.

I’m nervous for Vinnie to wake up. I don’t know how he’s going to feel about what happened. I don’t know how I feel about what happened. All I know is it probably shouldn’t have happened.

I walk into the restaurant and the hostess takes me to an empty table in the back corner of the room.

“Can I get you started with a drink?” The waitress asks.

I wonder if I should wait for Vinnie before eating. He’ll probably be hungry, too.

“Uhm, just an iced mocha. Can I get a few packets of stevia, too? I’m going to wait to eat for now until I know what my friend is doing. I may order in a bit.”

“Sure thing!” She says.

She brings the coffee and I finally look at my phone for the first time this morning. It’s 9:16am. And I have 3 new texts from Preston. 2 from last night and 1 from this morning.

Preston

I need to get my favorite polo shirt from your house so lmk when you get back to LA

Okay?

My grandma died this morning

I gasp at the last text and a wave of guilt hits me. He’s been going through hell since we broke up and his grandma is the woman who raised him. She’s been sick for a while but we didn’t expect it this soon.

Y/n

I’m so sorry, Preston. Are you okay? I was drinking last night and haven’t checked my phone. My flight is scheduled to leave at 7:15 tonight. I’ll be back in town around 10:30. You can come over then.

Preston

Thank you for finally responding. I’ll be there around 11:30

I put my phone done and rest my head in my hands, looking down. My phone dings again.

Vinnie

Hey, wya?

“Ahh shit,” I murmur to myself. I hope this isn’t awkward.

Y/n

I’m downstairs at the restaurant. Come have breakfast with me.

A few minutes later, Vinnie walks in and gets directed to my table.

He walks over and gives me a small smile, before sitting down. It seems like he’s avoiding eye contact with me.

We sit in silence for a minute.

“Good morning,” I finally say.

“Morning,” he says.

“Um… do you want to order food? I was waiting on you and haven’t eaten yet.”

He looks up at me and his expression changed to look slightly happier.

“Yeah,” he smiles.

The waitress comes back and we order.

We sit there quietly waiting on the food. I don’t think other of us know what to do.

“So about last night -“ he starts to say.

“Oh yeah,” I shake my head. “No big deal, we were both tipsy and… you know. Shit happens,” I shrug, looking down and taking a drink of my coffee.

He’s quiet for a moment then nods his head. “Yeah. That’s what I was gonna say.”

“We’re good,” I smile.

“Yeah. We’re good.”

His face is expressionless. I can’t tell how he’s feeling. I think he’s just embarrassed maybe? Hopefully not regretful.

“So, we can just act like it never happened?” I say, trying to egg him on to get a better feel for his mood.

“Um yeah. If you want to,” he shrugs. “Whatever you want,” he smiles but it doesn’t look genuine.

“Okay,” I purse my lips, looking back down. That wasn’t very helpful.

The food comes and we eat and head to our separate rooms to wait until it’s time to go to the airport.

—

I head down to the lobby where Vinnie and Jorge are already waiting. They escort me to the car. Vinnie and I ride together as usual. Jorge rides in a separate car.

We sit in silence for a while. Usually he’s talkative but he hasn’t said a word to me since breakfast. His head is leaned back and he’s semi-slouched down in the seat, looking out of the car window.

“Vinnie,” I say softly.

He turns his head to look at me, his face expressionless.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

He nods. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

I purse my lips. “Do you… regret last night?”

His brows come together and he shakes his head. “Oh god no. I don’t regret it.”

“Then what’s wrong? You’ve barely said a word.”

“I just have a hangover.”

“Vin, you only had 2 drinks last night.”

He chuckles. “Yeah. Maybe I’m just getting sick or something,” he shrugs. “I just have a headache and I’m tired.”

“Okay,” I say. “Well you can go home when we get back, I can make it to my house by myself.”

He shakes his head. “I see you to your front door, that’s the rules.”

I laugh a little bit. “No, that’s your rule.”

“And it’s one I plan on sticking to. There were paparazzi outside of your fence not 2 weeks ago waiting to bombard you. I see you to your front door. No if, ands, or buts about it.”

I sigh. “Well, okay. Thank you.”

“Mhmm,” he nods, then turns to look back out the window.

—

Once at the airport, we quickly make our way through security and board the private plane.

We get seated comfortably and take off.

After a while I start to get antsy. I’m nervous about seeing Preston for the first time in weeks and I don’t know how the conversation is going to go.

I sigh and look across the aisle over at Vinnie. He has headphones on and is watching some show on his phone. Jorge is seated a few seats in front of us, asleep and snoring.

I close my eyes and lean my head back to try and relax.

The first thing that comes to my mind is what happened with Vinnie last night.

At first I try to push the thoughts away but I can’t help but think about it. It was good. Really good.

I start thinking about the way his lips felt pressed against the most sensitive part of my neck. The way he filled me up perfectly, like we were made for each other. This subtle scent of the cologne on his body while he was on top of me. The way the warmth of him covered me like a blanket and made the rest of the world disappear.

As I get lost deeper into my thoughts, I hear Vinnie clear his throat. I open my eyes and look over at him. He’s looking down at his phone still, but takes his headphones out. He stands and I look down so he doesn’t notice I was staring at him. He walks to the bathroom in the back of the plane.

I shouldn’t do it. Don’t do it.

I bite my lip and my leg starts shaking anxiously.

Jorge is right there anyway. I can’t do it. This can’t be a thing that keeps happening. It’s wrong.

I shift in my seat and cross my legs, one knee over the other, and prop my head on my hand.

He said he didn’t regret it. Maybe this can be a casual thing that we do sometimes. Sure he works for me but it’s just sex. It shouldn’t interfere with anything.

I fidget with the armrest beside me for a moment.

I fucking want him.

I exhale and stand up, walking to the back. I quietly knock on the door.

“Yeah?” Vinnie says from the other side.

“Open the door,” I say softly.

After a moment, he opens it. The first thing I notice is his pants. He’s already hard.

I look up him and bite my lip.

And just like he can read my thoughts, he reaches his hands out and grabs my face, kissing me. He pulls me into the bathroom with him and shuts the door behind us.

I quickly lift my shirt over my head and take my bra off. He kisses me again and slips his shirt off, then picks me up, setting me down on the counter.

He kisses his way down my neck, sucking on that sweet spot again, sending chills through me.

He sucks each of my nipples and then practically rips my jeans off my body.

I giggle.

“What?” He asks with a smile on his face, almost breathless.

“I like it when you get a little rough,” I smile biting my lip.

He laughs a little and kisses me again, then drops his pants and boxers and I wrap my legs around his waist.

“Oh fuck, Vin,” I moan from the anticipation. He smiles and leans forward, kissing my neck again and leaving a little bite.

He brings himself to my entrance then pushes himself inside of me. The feeling causes me to gasp lightly and throw my head back, sending a wave of pleasure from my core up through my chest.

He starts thrusting and I grab his upper arms, squeezing tightly before pulling him in for another kiss.

With our lips against each other, we let out soft moans into each other mouths. His hand comes to squeeze one of my boobs as his other wraps around my waist, holding me as close to him as physically possible.

I completely relax into him, closing my eyes. How can this be wrong if it feels so fucking good?

“Such a pretty girl,” he moans into my ear, sending me over the edge.

I throw my head back as he sucks my neck on that sweet spot again, feeling myself tighten around him. My whole body pulses and my legs shake.

“Fuck I’m cumming,” I barely manage to whisper.

He picks up his pace to help me ride my high out, then then pulls out of me.

“I wanna cum in your mouth,” he whispers.

I nod eagerly, smiling. I hop off the counter and drop to my knees, taking him into my mouth. I bob my head on him, taking his as far into my throat as he can go.

He grabs my hair and holds me there as I feel his cock twitch inside my mouth. I moan quietly to add to his pleasure. His slightly sweet cum shoots down the back of my throat, filling my mouth and dripping down the sides of his cock.

I swallow every drop and look up at him, licking the rest of him clean.

His mouth is open and his brows are drawn together as he breaths deeply.

“Oh, fuck, y/n,” he says, as his head falls back.

I pull away from him and giggle, standing up. “You taste good,” I smile.

“Yeah?” He smiles down at me and puts his hand to my face.

“Mhmm,” I nod as he pulls me in for another kiss.

“God, I can’t get enough of you,” he says, resting his forehead against mine.

I kiss his cheek. “I was just thinking the same about you.”

[timetravelassasin]

First Sight~

Summary: Kenma realizes he fell for you before knowing you.

A/N: Hey guys here is another one. I chose Kenma this time. I hope you guys enjoy this one.

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Kenma didn’t mean to bump into you. It had just happened and when he looked into your eyes he instantly fell in love. He helped you up and handed you your stuff. He tried to ask for your number, but the words just wouldn’t come out. It wasn’t until you gave him your name did his heart start going a little crazy. 

“Um, my name is Kenma Kozume,” Kenma said, softly. 

“It’s nice to meet you Kenma. My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I’m sorry for making you drop your games. I hope they didn’t break,” you said, looking at his hands. 

“Oh, um no they are fine. I’m sorry for not looking where I was going,” he said, looking down. 

“It’s ok I was trying to find this game but it looks like they are out of stock here too,” you sighed, looking at the shelves of games. 

“Oh, do you mean this one,” Kenma said, picking up a game on the lower shelf. 

“Yes, oh gods thank you,” you smiled, taking the game from him. 

“They usually put them on the lower shelves on the second or third week it is out,” he said, softly. 

“I have searched three stores and none had it,” you sighed, holding the game close to your chest. 

You ended up giving him your number and asked him to call you whenever he was down to play some games and hang out. Kenma knew he would be calling you soon in hopes of getting to know you even more. As time went by the two of you got closer and even relied on each other with everything. Kenma was there when you needed him most and you always returned the favor by baking him an apple pie. 

“Kenma, over here,” you called out waving your arm in the air to catch his attention. 

“Hi,” Kenma smiled, walking up to you. 

“Thank you again for helping me with this,” you said. 

“It is no problem. I did not have anything planned for today,” he said, walking besides you. 

You had asked Kenma out to help you buy a gift for someone close but the real reason you asked him out was in order for you to get him a birthday gift instead. The two of you had spent a lot of time together and you were starting to get some feelings that you could not explain. Everyone said that you were falling in love with Kenma, but you kept denying it. You always responded with “How he is my best friend” and “No I can’t have feelings for him it’s Kenma”. Little did you know was that you actually were crushing on your best friend. 

“Alright, so we have yet to find something. How about we get some food before continuing,” you sighed. 

“There is a cafe I would like to go to that is nearby,” Kenma said, looking at his phone. 

The two of you made your way to the cafe. Kenma held the door open for you and led you to a booth by the window. You placed your bag next to you and picked up the menu. The two of you ordered a simple meal and drinks. Kenma was on his phone before setting it down to pay attention to you. 

“Kuroo wanted me to tell you he said hi,” he said. 

“Oh, is he in town,” you asked. 

“No, he is on a business trip,” he answered. 

You looked at Kenma and noticed how beautiful his eyes were. His hair was tied up in a messy bun. He no longer had that pudding hair that you liked at first. You reached out and pushed a stray strand of hair behind his ear. He looked at you and gave you a smiled. The same smile that you realized made you start falling for him. 

“What would you say if I told you I am in love with you,” you asked, not realizing what you had said. 

“I would say I have been in love with you since the day I first saw you,” he answered, bringing your hand up to his lips and placing a kiss on your hand. 

“Wait, since then really,” you said, shocked. 

“Yes, I was afraid at one point that you would leave but later started to realize that no matter what I would keep it a secret until the right moment,” he said.

The waitress brought your food and even attempted to flirt with Kenma only for him to ignore her. The waitress was not happy about it and walked away angrily. The two of you ate and continued to talk about what would happen next. You even confessed to inviting him to buy a gift for him. He admitted that your confession was the best gift he could have. 

[thatgirlstrawberry]

Ella - pt. 2

Overall warnings: swearing, you probably getting second-hand embarrassed, children (4th and 5th graders lol), some mentions of sex in later parts, some mentions of molestation and rape (not the on oc), lmk if anything was missed :)

P.S. I know I have way too many fics abt Spencer but... he's just so fun to write about and to make fics for and I also had this sitting in my drafts so... yep :)

Spencer was back in town from his last case. He got back on a Saturday night. The team decided that it would be a good idea to go out and have some drinks at a local bar and grill. They all knew that Spencer wasn't a big drinker but that didn't stop them from inviting him places.

The doctor sipped on his water as he stood around, watching Penelope and Derek bop to the music with drinks in their hands. Rossi and Luke were talking intently and Emily was nodding along with whatever they were saying.

He was standing there awkwardly watching everyone like a lost puppy. His hair was in disarray as it always was and his tie was loosened just a bit. The top two buttons of his shirt weren't buttoned. The last case a pretty hard one.

He bit his straw as he looked around awkwardly. When he turned back around his eyes landed on the bar. More so a specific person at the bar.

Spencer's eyes traveled up a smooth pair of legs until they met a black fabric. He took in the entire sight of her all at once. The dress stopped right above the middle of her thighs. The dress was tight and it hugged her in all the right ways. Her neckline showed just enough cleavage to leave someone interested.

That woman was Ella Thomas. Her smile was bright as she ordered whatever drink she was ordering. Spencer took in a deep breath and cleared his throat. His feet carried him over to her before he had a chance to think about it.

Right when he got to her, another man cam up behind her and put his arm around her shoulders. "You get the drinks yet, Ella?"

The doctor widened his eyes and spun around quickly. "Doctor Reid?"

Spencer sighed before turning around. "Ella? What are you doing here?"

The woman smiled and looked over her shoulder at the man she was with. "Uh... I'm on a date. But uh how are you?" She asked kindly.

"Um I'm okay. I'm okay. I actually just got back from a case. It was kinda hard to deal with." Spencer nodded slowly.

Ella bit her lip and tilted her head. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

Spencer smiled before a blush took over his cheeks. "Actually, y-"

"Ella, I thought after this drink we would... get out of here?" The man behind her said. His jaw was clenched and he was obviously glaring at Spencer.

Ella rolled her eyes and handed her beer bottle to him. "Look, Pete. It's not gonna happen." She said patting his chest. She turned to Spencer and grabbed his arm. "Come on, let's go." Spencer looked back at Pete. He scoffed and shook his head, cursing under his breath before walking away.

She dragged him to a nearby table and sat down. She took a deep breath. She giggled a little bit when she saw Spencer's face. "Oh, it's no problem. Pete was just trying to get into my pants." She breathed out.

Spencer smiled and raised his eyebrows before looking back at his team who were all watching him with intrigued smiles on their faces. He rolled his eyes at them and turned back to Ella.

"So, Spencer. What's going on?" She asked, smoothing the skirt of her dress out. "Oh, wait. You like onion rings?" She asked. Spencer nodded with furrowed eyebrows. As a waitress walked over to their table, she held out her hand. "Hey, can I get a plate of onion rings and a dirty martini?" She looked at Spenceras if she was asking what he wanted to drink.

Spencer looked up at the waitress. "A coke's fine, thanks." The waitress nodded and walked off.

Ella placed her elbow on the table and her chin in her hand. "You're not drinking?" She asked.

The doctor cleared his throat quietly. "No. I'm not much of a drinker."

"Good for you. I drink on the weekends to take the sound of screaming kids in head away." She giggled. Spencer chuckled quietly and looked over at his team who were intently watching them. He looked back at Ella.

"So, who was that Pete guy?" He asked, hoping that he wasn't over stepping.

Ella rolled her eyes. "One of my friends set me up with him. He was such an ass. All he was worried about was trying to get me drunk and out the door." She shook her head. Spencer nodded and looked at her with a solemn expression. She waved her hand and shook her head dismissively. "It's okay. I mean, I'm a woman. It's what I have to expect, right?" She asked sarcastically.

Spencer shook his head. "No. You shouldn't have to expect that. It's not like you're a toy." He told her. "No woman is."

The two caught each other's eyes and they stopped talking. Spencer focused on the sound of her breathing. It's like she was the only person in the room at that moment.

He saw her lips separate, about to speak but, she was cut off by the sound of a plate being placed on the table. "Alrighty! Here's you two's rings!" Ella pulled her lips into a smile and broke eye contact and looked up at the waitress. "Here's your martini." She looked down at Spencer and winked. "And here's your coke." She nodded her head towards Ella amd shot him a subtle thumbs up.

He gave his classic white person smile and the waitress walked away. He looked back at Ella. "So, you wanna talk about that case?" She asked, sipping her drink.

Spencer scrunched his nose up and reached for an onion ring. "I don't think we should talk about the case while there's food present." He chuckled quietly.

Ella nodded. "That bad, huh?" She asked. Spencer nodded. She sipped her drink again amd it fell silent. She glanced down at her hands and the back up. "Hey. I'm sorry I didn't call you. I know you left your number there for a reason and-"

"Hey, no. It's okay. I just left if in case you needed someone to talk to about Chuck." He told her.

She nodded and smiled. "Do you think I should go visit him?" She asked suddenly, her smile disappearing.

Spencer swallowed, looking at the way her fingers tapped against the table. He cleared his throat before looking back up. "Well, if that would help you cope with what happened." He told her. "Seeing your attacker can be comforting but it can also be terrifying."

"I don't see Chuck as my attacker." Ella told the doctor, shaking her head. Spencer raised his eyebrows slightly. "I see him as a man who was crying out for help. Someone who wanted the help he didn't get when he was younger because- well because the freaking teacher bailed on teaching him and instead became a pedophile." She stated firmly. "So, yeah. I don't see Chuck as my attacker."

She gre nervous of Spencer's response so she stuffed an onion ring in her mouth and looked at the table. "I can go with you."

Ella looked up and almost let the rest of her onion ring fall out of her mouth. "W-what?"

"I can go with you to visit him. I-if you feel comfortable with that? I mean, you might not even feel comfortable going at all but-"

"Yes, yeah. Please." Ella nodded. "I... I want you to go with me when I visit him."

The doctor nodded. "Okay." He smiled.

"Hey, Spencer?" At the voice,, Ella over Spencer's shoulder and saw a woman with black hair and a dark skinned man stood there.

Spencer turned his head. "Oh hey, guys." His face flushed red and he glanced back at Ella. "I don't know if you remember but this is Ella Thomas." He looked back at Ella and motioned to the people behind her. "Ells, this is Derek Morgan and Emily Prentiss. They're my coworkers."

Ella smiled and waved shyly. "Hey." The woman bit her lip and glanced between the two of them before looking back at Spencer.

"We were uh... gonna head out. You comin' or staying?" Derek asked, winking at Ella as he spoke and then looked back at Spencer. The woman smiled and looked down at the table.

Spencer cleared his throat. "I- I think I'll stay." Derek and Emily smirked at Ella.

"Okay." Emily shrugged while smiling. "We'll see you tomorrow then for paperwork day." She tugged on Derek's sleeve and they turned around and left.

Ella watched as they walked over to a group of people who she assumed were Spencer's other coworkers. A very colorful blonde let out a squeal and made eye contact with Ella before her face turned red and she looked away.

The woman let out a laugh and she stuffed an onion ring in her mouth. "You must not sit at tables with pretty women often, do you?"

Spencer chuckled. "N-no. I don't. Beautiful women like you aren't really attracted to me."

Ella's eyebrows raised. "Somehow, I don't see how that's true because you are a very handsome- wait did you say beautiful?" She smiled.

"Uh... yeah. I did because it's true. You are... very beautiful." He breathed out, nervously sipping his coke. He stared down at the table and didn't hear her say anything. He looked up when he heard her start to giggle.

He smiled as her giggle turned into a laugh. "I- I'm sorry!" She snorted and slapped her hand on the table. "That's just so crazy because- because no one ever calls me beautiful." She laughed. "I laugh in really uncomfortable situations." She cackled.

Spencer chuckled. "I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable."

"Oh no!" She laughed harder. "No I did not mean it like that." She giggled. "Okay, okay." She fanned her face. "Tell me something sad so I stop!"

"34,200 kids die each year from the flu after continuous doctors visits, 490,600 kids are hospitalized. The term 'dropping like flies' is pretty accurate considering the death rate." The doctor looked back up at Ella who looked horrified at his knowledge spew. "Oh shit, sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"How the hell do you know that?" She asked in awe of the man sitting in front of her. "That's incredible! I- I mean not the death of the tiny humans, because that's tragic, but how did you know the stats?"

Spencer chuckled. "I have an eidetic memory. Much like a photographic memory but it's more than just things I see." He explained. "I can probably remember exactly what you said last week."

Ella nodded with a smile. "Wow. That's... awesome." She giggled.

The two stayed there for another hour, eating and talking. Spencer was focused on her face the entire time. He read her every time he said something. He studied her body language. He studied the way she spoke. He studied everything about her.

"Oh." Ella looked down at her phone. "It's getting pretty late and I need to get some sleep before I deal with the kiddos on Monday." She smiled.

Spencer nodded. "O-okay. Yeah." The two stood up and Ella placed a fifty dollar bill on the table. "I can pay-"

"Spencer, it's fine. Consider us even for the coffee you bought me." She told him. "Anyway, it was really nice seeing you."

"You too." He smiled. They stood in an awkward silence for a moment before Ella started to turn away. "Wait!" She turned around. "Y- uh... you should give me a call sometime."

The woman smiled while biting the inside of her cheek.

"Sure thing, Doctor Reid."

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Hey y'all! Ella pt 2! Lmk what you think!

Love y'all 🧡🧡🧡

[crowdedimagines]

Make Her Jealous - Harry Styles

this has been sitting in my drafts for ages! so here ya go:) 

“I will love you forever if you can do me one favor?” A voice whispers in my ear. The sound of the club gets a little more quiet as I focus in on the voice that's successfully captured my attention.

“Hmm, eternal love seems like a big promise.” I grin.

“It’s kind of a big favor.”

“So, I guess it depends on what it is.” I smile, turning away from the bar. Harry Styles smiling down at me. I had noticed that he was here tonight. Hard not to. Lots of celebrities are spotted coming to this club, it’s a favorite of all of ours in LA.

“My ex girlfriend and the man she left me for just walked through those doors. Normally I wouldn’t care about that sort of thing, it’s just I basically wrote an album about her and how she destroyed me completely. So, will you pretend to be my girlfriend for the night?”

Harry rambles out his explanation, and I feel pity for the situation. Facing an ex after a breakup is never easy, but alone and after you’ve publicly dated someone it’s ten times worse. I know how he’s feeling, it’s complete shit.

“You’re serious?” I question, my brows raising.

“Completely.”

Harry and I have had a few near misses in meeting. Once or twice, as big as Hollywood is, the industry is small. I’ve never had the pleasure before tonight though.

“Harry Styles is asking me to make his girlfriend jealous? You didn’t come here with anyone?” I look over to where his group hovers, watching us both.

“She knows my friends well enough to know that I’m not with any of them. I just don’t want to have to see her for the first time after a couple embarrassing phone calls alone in a club.”

“Alright, you’ve guilted me into it.” I smile.

“You don’t have to!” He suddenly tries to defend, “It’s just been hard, I’ve seen her only a few times since we split, and she’s always all over her boyfriend in the most obvious way. At least if I had someone with me, it feels a little less like gloating.”

“Don’t worry, I get it. I’m on your side. I will let you be the gloaty one for once.” I smirk.

“You have no idea how good this is going to feel.”

“Alright, let’s go then.”

He leads me back to his group and we make a few introductions, they knew what he was doing and were glad to find me going along with it.

“This is really nice of you.” Sarah leans in with a hushed tone, “She’s been a right bitch to him, he deserves even the smallest of wins.”

“She’s been that bad?” I question, Harry’s arm is resting low on my waist at the table we’re sitting at, but I’m angled closer to Sarah while we talk.

“Oh yeah, as if it wasn’t bad enough that she ended it to be with him, she drags him through the mud again every couple of months claiming to miss him, only it never lasts more than a day or two. He can never move on, she pulls him back in.”

“That’s awful.” I peek over to look at him while he’s busy talking to Jeff.

“Yeah, he knows she’s bad news, but just needs to stay out of her traps. She always manages to dig her claws in once she gets him alone.”

“Well, it seems like that won’t be happening tonight.” I laugh nodding down to Harry’s grip on me.

We continue talking, I get to know the group better. I almost forget the whole reason I’ve been brought into this. I haven’t even seen her the whole night, not that I’m upset, it’s been amazing getting to know everyone.

“Devil spawn, three o clock.” Mitch announces, a few chuckles leave everyone at the table and I look up to see the woman he’s referring to. It looks like she’s bold enough to come over to the whole group.

“Hey, you guys.” She greets. There’s a chorus of half assed responses, but it seems she only cares for Harry’s anyway.

“Hey.” He smiles tight lipped.

“This is Y/n my girlfriend, I think you remember everyone else.” Harry gestures to everyone else at the table and she nods.

“Hi uh-” I reach out my hand towards hers while waiting for a name.

“Um, Camille.” She smiles, shaking my hand, seemingly surprised that I asked her name. I can see Jeff who is fortunately facing away bite back a laugh.

“Nice to meet you.” I grin, I give her the friendliest smile I can muster, she doesn’t even try to hide her grimace.  

“We’ve actually met before.” She clears her throat. “We worked together on a shoot a couple years ago.”

Harry’s grip tightens around my waist, obviously not expecting that. I faintly remember her from that shoot, and not for good reasons. It was still fairly early in both of our careers, but she already had the ego of someone with ten times the experience.

“That’s right! Well in that case, it’s nice to see you again.”

She fakes the smallest smile and nods.

“Sorry, we haven’t exactly gotten to the whole ex’s chat. We’re still in the phase where we just about want to rail each other on every horizontal surface we can find.”

Harry audibly chokes and tries to cover it with a cough of some sort. He turns towards me to hide the smile, still coughing.

“Right.” Camille says, trailing off at the end. “Harry, can I actually pull you for a quick chat?”

The table gets fully quiet now. It makes me think of Sarah’s comment from earlier about her seeking him out to dig her claws in. Surely, this is her repeating her actions, now everyone is just waiting to see if Harry will fall for it once again. Harry drops his gaze from her to me and I raise my brow in a quirk. Isn’t this kind of what he wanted? He grins at me before picking his head up again to face her.

“Actually, I think I’m doing just fine here for now.” He smiles, “Maybe some other time.”

She seems obviously shocked by the rejection, but covers it quickly.

“Next time.”

She waves a quick goodbye to everyone before leaving our little corner of the club. As soon as she’s out of earshot, it’s like everyone lets out a sigh of relief and a couple chuckles.

“Holy shit.” Jeff looks over all of us.

“I like this one.” Sarah pulls me in for a hug and I laugh.

“Too much?” I ask, looking for Harry’s reaction.

“Not at all.” He smiles.

“This has been a long time coming for her.” Mitch raises his glass in cheers.

We all share more drinks, and a couple dances. Camille stays for a while too, her eyes falling on the group often enough for us to all notice.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Harry whispers in my ear.

I simply nod and we get up to excuse ourselves. I say my goodbyes to the group, and make a promise to Sarah that we will meet up again for drinks again.

Camille sees us walking out hand in hand and seems to attempt one more hail mary.

“You’re leaving?” She questions.

“Yeah.” He looks over to me, our hands linked, “We’re going home.”

“We never got a chat.” She smiles.

“No, I told you next time.” He starts to walk away, “Have a good night Camille.”

Instead of bringing me home, like he had told Camille, we go to a small 24 hour diner not far from the club that Harry knew about. We look a little out of place considering our outfits, but no one questions it. There’s only one other customer seated at the counter. Harry and I take a booth close to the corner.

“So, this is where Harry Styles goes after clubbing?” I ask with a grin. He lets out a laugh before the waitress comes over to take our orders. Harry gets a black coffee to start.

“Trust me, some night it’s needed. These pancakes are great for soaking up any remaining alcohol.” He smiles.

“Sounds like a good idea.” I smile back.

We both order a stack of pancakes and talk while we wait.

“You could’ve told me that you know Camille.” He smirks, taking a sip from his mug.

“Well, where’s the fun in that?” I smirk back, “No, but in all honesty it wasn’t a great experience. It was a few years ago too, I didn’t know that she was the ex you were dodging.”

“Was she rude?”

“Not to me specifically, but those around her. I think it says a lot about a person in how they treat the people around them on set. Sorry.” I apologize, remembering that I am talking about a person he once considered himself to love.

“No, I agree completely. I’ve seen her act like that, and I’m ashamed to say I used to make excuses for it.” He shakes his head in disbelief of himself. 

“Love will make you do crazy things.” I smile softly. 

“True, although I don’t love her anymore. The rose colored glasses are all gone, it’s just harder some days than others.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Or you just associate the happiness of having someone rather than them specifically. Definitely been there before.” 

We continue talking until our pancakes are gone and the coffee gets cold. We both order separate vehicles and continue the conversation while we wait. My car manages to pull up before his and we both walk over. 

“Well, that was a fun night, Styles.” I grin. 

“Yeah, better than I could’ve ever expected.” 

“Goodnight, Harry.” I open the door to get in. 

“Wait.” I turn to look at him, “Can I kiss you?”

“Harry, I think you’re still healing from your last relationship, tonight just proves that. You’re not ready for this, which is perfectly alright.”

He nods and takes a step back to give me space. 

“Call me in a couple months and I will happily say yes to that question.” I smirk, I press a kiss to his cheek before finally sliding into the car and pulling the door shut behind me.

~

“Can you believe it was over three years ago?”

“I told you that I’d love you forever.” Harry grins, he takes my hand from across the table, the diamond ring on my left hand captivating his attention.

“We should thank Camille for bringing us together.” I smirk.

“Oh, I’m sure she would love that.” He rolls his eyes.

“Honestly though, maybe I should send her flowers.”

“You’re just as evil now as you were then.” Harry laughs.

“If I remember correctly, that’s what made you ask me out for a real date.”

“That’s not why.” He shakes his head. “I saw you that night, and I was glad to see you again.”

“Again?” I question. 

“Do you remember a couple years ago there was that New Years party thrown by Columbia?” Harry asks, his focus now on his mug while his cheeks tint pink.

“Yeah, barely, I think I got really drunk.”

“You did.” He laughs, “We talked. Briefly, but you managed to make me smile on a rough night.” 

Surely I must be drooling at this point since my jaw is hanging slacked. I can’t believe I have been dating this man for years, engaged officially, and he never told me that we actually met once. Even if it was only ten seconds. I had no clue, but I’m glad it was enough to make him come up to me in the bar those years ago. 

“I can’t believe I’m engaged to you and didn’t even know that you had a little crush before that night!” I lean back in the booth shocked.

“Why do you think I asked you to help me out?”

“I don’t know, I have quite a nice ass.”

He simply shakes his head, “You do, but there was more to it than that. Mitch knew, he was the one that encouraged me to actually go up to you.”

“Well, it looks like Mitch is getting flowers too.”

[ultralovedeluxe]

Hey I love your work! Would you mind doing Rohan with prompts 41 and 43 whenever you can? And maybe nsfw if your comfortable? 👉🏼👈🏼

Have a good day/evening!

Oml I love YOU so much! I'm a big fan of your work so I was nervous when writing this (it's very rushed oml), I hope you enjoy though!

Yandere! Rohan Kishibe with prompts #41 and #43

'I'm all you have left now'

'They didn't know you belonged to me so I had to get rid of them!'

Warnings: yandere behaviors, cheating accusations, manipulation, slut-shaming, inappropriate use of stands, non/dub con, blow-jobs, nsfw

Dating the famous mangaka Kishibe Rohan would be an honor to most people. He's a man of power and fame, who wouldn't want to be with him? The moms who hang out at the park always tell you that you should feel like the luckiest person in the world. They'd tell you that a million girls would kill to be in your shoes.

Although you love Rohan with all your heart (and you should feel deserving of his love), you sometimes start to wonder if dating the great Kishibe Rohan is worth it.

You met Rohan at an art exhibit in France. You had been a model for several pieces in that said exhibit, so obviously you had to come along for the event. Meeting Rohan was a love at first sight. He had asked if you would want to model for him sometime, and you had agreed. Soon after one visit and project, came after another, and then another, until you were working mainly with the mangaka. You can't say you didn't like it though, you enjoyed being in Rohan's presence. He was chivalrous when he wanted to be, and you found his sarcastic nature be quite humorous in fact. You spent so much time with Rohan in fact, you would have considered him a friend. Your relationship with the mangaka was no longer just work related, the both of you had become good friends.

However, the real problem in your friendship with Rohan began to show when your parents were involved. Your parents tolerated Rohan (or at least you thought they did), but they were getting annoyed with the fact the mangaka kept hogging your time. You should be modeling with professional photographers, or modeling for famous designers. But instead you're being used as reference from some manga artist in Japan.

You understood your parent's point of view in the subject, but you enjoyed working with Rohan more than you did any other project you had worked on. You continued to visit Rohan, despite your parent's protests (and Rohan couldn't have been happier).

The more visits that happened, the closer you got to the mangaka. It wasn't long before Rohan had asked you on a date. Eventually multiple dates leaded to the both of you starting a relationship. You knew your parents would hate Rohan even more now, but he didn't seem to mind. He'd always tell you that he didn't care what your parents thought about him, he was content with having you as a partner. Even if your parents did find out about your secret relationship, you highly doubt they would react dramatically. Sure, they'd really, really dislike it, but they wouldn't disown you for it. After all you were a grown adult, you should be able to make your own decisions right?

At least that's what you thought. One day, Rohan made an unexpected visit on your front door step. You didn't expect for him to be there, nor did you know how he got your address (considering the fact you lived in a completely different continent), but you didn't think much of it since you thought this could be your chance to properly introduce Rohan to your parents.

The introduction went by smoothly, Rohan was getting along with your parents, and your parents seemed to accept that Rohan was your partner. However, it did seem a bit suspicious that your parent's dislike of Rohan turned into an approval almost in a span of a few minutes. They had even agreed to let you move out with Rohan. While you could admit that you and Rohan had been planning to live in Morioh-Cho together, you didn't think it'd happen instantly. And that your parents would agree nonetheless. Regardless, you and Rohan accepted your parent's blessing's and left France.

You vividly remembered on your plane flight to Morioh-Cho, Rohan had whispered in your ear while stroking your hair softly, "You must be lucky to have me right [first]? I'm all you have left now.."

-

Life in Morioh-Cho was sweet to say the least. It was a drastic change from living in a fashion capital of the world, to a small quiet place where there was much to do. Nevertheless, you truly enjoyed your new life, it was better than going to photoshoots every week. Speaking of which, you never do photoshoots anymore. Rohan convinced you to quit your job as a model (since he is wealthy enough to provide for the both of you anyway), and you had agreed. Though, every time you mentioned getting a job to Rohan, he'd simply call you an idiot for wanting to work. He'd ask you if he needed step up his game for you, and you'd only close your mouth in the conversation.

Your relationship with Rohan was a drastic change too. From what was sweet, humble dates every weekend, went to being locked in a home for what was everyday. Rohan would spend hours in his art studio, drawing multiple pages for his manga. He'd tell you to not go out while he was working. But even then, that's most of the time.

You'd be lying if you didn't find this type of behavior weird.

-

"I'm leaving to go visit Italy for a couple of days [first]. Do you remember the rules?"

You nodded and kissed Rohan's cheek before handing him his suitcase. "Don't go outside unless we run out of groceries, don't let people inside-" Rohan cut you off "Especially those idiots Josuke and Okuyasu" he said scoffing at his distaste for the boys. You only sighed in response, "Especially Josuke and Okuyasu. Hope you have a good trip love" you smiled holding his hands close to your chest. Rohan kissed your lips softly and mumbled a quick 'goodbye' before leaving your shared home. You sighed and walked into the kitchen, before sitting down on a chair. You respected his rules, and you didn't want to lie to him, but you were bored out of your mind. You wanted to go out and have fun. Not to mention, although you know that Rohan could buy you whatever you wanted; but you wanted to have some money of your own. You can't rely on Rohan forever. You had decided that tomorrow you'd start looking for a job (any job, part-time even, you just wanted some type of job to keep you entertained for a while). Rohan would get mad sure, but you promised you'd discuss when he'd come back. You were sure he'd support you

You were sure of it.

-

Looking for a job was harder than you thought. It seemed that nobody wanted to hire somebody who only had 'model' on their resume. Sometimes you'd wish you had taken on other jobs other than modeling, maybe then people would hire you. Regardless, you kept looking, desperate to find a job somewhere.

In the end, you ended up finding an Italian restaurant after hours of searching. You stepped in and was greeted a tall, blonde Italian man. "Hello good afternoon my name is Tonio, welcome to my restuarant" he greeted you while smiling at you sweetly. You smiled awkwardly and muttered a quick 'thank you', "Um Tonio san, I'm not here to eat..but I'd like to ask you if you are hiring. I can't cook, but I can be a waitress!-" you exclaimed, leaving Tonio in a small shock. He looked at you up and down before smiling at you once again, "Well I don't usually hire people since I'm doing good on my own, but I guess a little help wouldn't hurt.." he told you. You smiled back and hugged him, "Oh thank you so much! You don't know how much I struggled finding a job today-" you let him go, "Uhm, sorry.." you mumbled. He chuckled and led you to a table.

The two of you talked a bit for a while, you told hima bout your modeling career and your relationships, while he told you about his journey to Japan and Italian cuisine. You both shared laughs and stories together, you had a good time. Your time with Tonio became even better when he officially had hired you as a waitress! You were happy, and you couldn't wait to tell Rohan when he got home!

"Well I'll see you next week Tonio!" you shouted as you left the door, carrying the bouquet of daisies Tonio had gifted you. Tonio smiled, "I'll see you then bambina!".

-

You arrive a little later than planned (guess you spent too much time talking to Tonio), but you finally made it home safe and sound. You might as well start cleaning, since you weren't going to sleep any time soon. As you opened the door, you were met face to face with Rohan. You dropped your daises on the floor, and began to think of all the apologies and excuses you could think of. But it was no use, excuses would only make Rohan's anger boil even more.

Why was he even here in the first place? Wasn't he supposed to be in Italy by now?!

"Rohan I-"

"Save it, I don't want to hear a word from you" Rohan growled angrily before walking towards you. He had pulled out a pen and you felt as if you passed out.

Rohan had used Heaven's Door to read the pages of your life. He looked for the information of today, and when he did, he was fuming. He read his newly learned information out loud, gripping onto your hair in the process, "This man named Tonio is so handsome, and he cooks too.. I feel like this skirt is a bit risqué, but oh well.." with that last sentence Rohan had the last straw. He removed his stand's effect on you, but not before writing a few things.

Once the effects of Heaven's Door were gone, you began to feel a heat between your legs. Noticing you were on your knees, you crawled your way to Rohan, "Rohann, feel so hot need you.." you mewled out. Rohan was furious with your previous behavior, but maybe this would help you learn a few things. "So you were tempted to cheat on me right? I bet you would’ve enjoyed if that Tonio flipped your skirt right?" he said slapping your face in the process. You whimpered, "No no no no, that's not true..please need you. Need you so bad" you were starting to tear up just by him insinuating you were going to cheat on him. Rohan looked down at you, gods you looked so pathetic, just like he wanted you to look like.

"Such a fucking slut" he said unbuckling his pants, eager to have your warm and needy mouth all around his cock. Once he finished doing that he looked at you dead in the eye, "Suck. Suck like the whore you are. Aren't you ashamed [first]? I bet you also sucked Tonio’s cock in that job interview right?” He said watching you as you sloppily sucked his cock. You probably aren’t even thinking right now, your just hungry for his cock right? Such a little slut. “And to think your parents didn’t like me. They just didn’t know you belonged to me. But that’s fine I had to get rid of them regardless..” he chuckled before he bucked his hips into your mouth repeatedly.

Rohan grabs you by the hair and begins to push your head down his member, sinking your mouth down to his pubes; much to your displeasure. At the moment however he didn’t care what you felt, sluts like you don’t mind right? He continued to do so for a few more seconds before he came in your mouth, groaning loudly. He came inside your mouth, and there was so much of it you couldn’t help but to cough some out.

You laid your head on his lap and breathed out softly, before Rohan lifted your chin up and grinned,

“Who said we were done?”

-

Dating the great Kishibe Rohan would be an honor to most people. Who wouldn’t want to be by his side. Unfortunately for you, dating Kishibe Rohan was not a glitter and sparkles.

Being Kishibe Rohan’s personal cum dump isn’t much better either.

[theyanderespecialist]

William's Waitress (One Shot) William Afton X Waitress OC Marie (Five Nights At Freddy’s) (Yandere)

[Hello My Sexy Readers, I am here with a new chapter and in this one it is William with Marie as an ADULT waitress and him during closing well fucking her over the table while he is recording somehow. so please enjoy this chapter here!]

(No one's pov)

"Have a good night Sarah."

"Night Marie, hey, you still coming later? Got this cute guy-he'd like to meet ya." Sarah said as Marie smiled.

"Sounds good to me. be there around 10 yeah?" she asked as she smiled.

She started to clean the tables, most of them weren't too bad as the others left, leaving her alone, or so she thought.

"Still here?" She jumped only to see William.

"You scared me! But yeah, I'll be leaving soon. Sarah set up a date for me and all so I'm gonna get a ride from my mom to get to our house, I'll get ready and head out. Let's cross our fingers that this one isn't a weirdo who turned out to be like 30 something."

(....Her...mom? William how old is she? She's like 18 but like my god)

(XD She is either eighteen or nineteen (as she is an adult) But William XD You are stealing the cradle XD she's barely a woman XD)

(These are just jokes William is NOT A pedo we just love fucking with him because he is in canon a shitty character) 

He did not say anything about how could she be with another man, William could not let that happen, he wanted her since the day he hired her. And knew she was the one for him. He pushed his ex-wife to kill herself to be with her fully. He was not going to let some blind date take her away from him. He would rather spill her blood than lose her to someone else. But that is not needed right now, he still has a chance but to act fast

"so what are your plans after this anyway?" She asked smiling

"Not much." He says and watches her like a predator watching her bend over to clean the other side of the table. The short skirt riding up her bottom just teased me from seeing her panties.

(William stop hoping for a panty shot XD)

"I feel that, before Sarah planned that, my plan was to just go home, take a shower, and maybe hope to watch some TV." She said as she smiled over her shoulder before sighing as she laid down on the table slightly. "Honestly, I may not even go. I'm too tired."

She would not be going he would make sure of that. He suddenly pins her to the table getting her arms secured. She was in shock that William A good man and boss had her pinned to the table and was holding her firmly in place.

Her eyes opened wide at that. "W-William?!" She asked, her voice shaking as she tried to get her arms out of his grip.

"You will not be with anyone." He says firmly. "Not anyone but me, I am now aware I have not made My Feelings clear to you, little bunny."

She stopped. Feelings? Did...she had feelings for him as well, she had since she first met him but she understood it was wrong, so she never pursued it.

"Your--feelings?"

"Yes you are mine and I love you, I don't love easily and to think the one woman I love is going be stolen from me I am going to make you mine tonight." He says

She looked at him from over her shoulder. She knew what he meant...and she..well she wanted it. Even if it wasn't right. Sure she wished it wasn't here on a table, but she wasn't going to be picky.

She jumped feeling his hands on her thighs, moving upwards when she suddenly shut her legs.

"W-Wait--before we d-do anything..t-there isn't anyone else h-here...r-right? A-And um- I-I really don't know much... I haven't done anything yet so I-I just, I'm nervous I don't know what to expect."

"Don't worry I will guide you if it becomes too much and you need to stop say dragonfly." He says and she nods

He slowly pushed her legs back open as he removed her skirt, followed by her panties as her breathing got quicker with fear as she closed her eyes.

"You have to relax bunny, it'll hurt more if you don't." He said, though his voice did shake, not from fear, but excitement.

(He a freak xD)

(XD)

She nodded and tried her best to relax. Slowly he pushed in as she cried out, her hands grabbing at the table as William let out a Shakey breath, his hands grabbing her shoulders with such a tight grip that it felt he could pop them out of the sockets if he wanted to. But he would not, this was not to cause her pain for pain's sake, he would slowly introduce her to BDSM and rough sex. Eventually extreme BDSM. Right now though it was about claiming her.

"Oh, God!" She moans and whimpers as I make all my way in her.

I still let her adjust there will be time to be rough with her in the bedroom but not her first time with anything inside her. Her whole body was shaking, I can tell she was trying to not cry, so I waited, it took a few minutes as I leaned over and kisses her shoulder.

She then took my free hand in hers and thought I was not a soft or really caring person. I do love that she is looking for me for comfort and affection. I watch as she placed my hand on her cheek as I smiled softly, slowly moving as she let out a moan

"William Please~" She moans.

"Please what My sweet bunny~," I say and kiss the back of her neck.

I could feel her neck burning as she moaned. "P-Please... m-more... please," she begged

I smirked and gripped her hips with my other hand and pull out only to thrust back in and have her cry out in pleasure. I grabbed her by her hair with my free hand and kiss her for the first time.

She moaned as she kissed back, she wasn't the best, but that was okay, she'd get better at it. It also means I was one of the first if not the first to kiss her. And that makes that I will be her one and only and she will be mine completely. I continued to thrust as she moaned into the kiss, only pulling away for a breath as I push her shirt up, exposing her back..a perfect canvas for later...

I grin and smile at her with so much love and want. I stroke her body and she moans arching into me I smirked and continue to kiss her and thrust digging my nails in one hand into her hip.

(See William as a yandere is not abusive but he does a lot of pain play he is not a soft gentle lover but as a yandere for someone he is obsessed with I can see him going to extreme BDSM And if the darling is willing he will be even more willing to be gentle. But It is not Non-con and it is most Dubious consent.

In this story Marie is consenting To William and not yes there is probably he is her boss should not do this but he is also a yandere so come on XD)

She let out a whimper but a moan as she suddenly tensed as she seemed like she was close to cumming

So was I but I wanted her to come first. But first I wanted her to beg for it~

I slow down as she stopped. "W-Why did you stop?"

"I want you to beg." she was quiet for a bit, I knew she would, but I know she was probably trying to figure out how she was supposed to word it

"P-Please William, I-I'm so close, please don't stop."

That was good enough for now and I kissed her again and grabbed her by her throat pulling her back to my chest as I speed up.

(oh yassssssssssssssssssssssssssssss this man so has a choking kink XD Like tell me I am wrong XD)

(Yassssssssss)

(XD We love a good consenting choke XD))

Her hands went to mine, trying to remove them for a second, more out of fear before realizing she wasn't in any danger, instead of running her hands down my forearm as she suddenly came, moaning my name as I tighten my grip, causing her to tighten on me even more.

I am glad she is so recitative to this. I of course would have slowly introduced it to her and still would but to know she is much of a freak as me~ It gives me the most pleasure~

(Yeah I and my co author be good for William's freak side because I and her are freaks also... I just realized something... The robots that Henry and William make to take the place of their child who is no longer there can bleed eat drink and use the bathroom. Chica even has the urge to eat food since fnaf 1 and they had the technology to do so much more so realistically robot dick is not that far off XD YASSSSSSSSSSSS gimme robot dick and pussy XD)

I came inside of her as she panted, clearly already tired from that as I smirk. "Why don't you tell your mom you have a ride and are staying with your friend?" I ask her.

She nodded and goes to use the phone at the counter. I smirked and started to clean up. Looking at the camera I set up. It did record everything perfect~

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done, this one was a one off so we do not think we will do a part two. Either way I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy all our friends!]

[yourstarvic]

Atsumu didn’t let whoever was talking finish. He quickly rushed to where the two of you were, maneuvered around a few of the people who stood in his way. Reaching the two of you, Atsumu was quick to glare at Hana, “Hey! Whatcha talking about?”

Atsumu didn’t let whoever was talking finish. He quickly rushed to where the two of you were, maneuvered around a few of the people who stood in his way. Reaching the two of you, Atsumu was quick to glare at Hana, “Hey! Whatcha talking about?”

Atsumu didn’t let whoever was talking finish. He quickly rushed to where the two of you were, maneuvered around a few of the people who stood in his way. Reaching the two of you, Atsumu was quick to glare at Hana, “Hey! Whatcha talking about?”

Atsumu didn’t catch you and Hana giving each other a certain look before turning to look at him with a small smile, “Hello Atsumu, we weren’t talking about-Oh… I see what you mean Hana.”

“It’s very noticeable isn’t it?” Hana smirked at Atsumu, who was looking between the two of you rapidly in concern and panic.

“W-What's noticeable?” Atsumu let out nervous laughter before making a serious face, “Really what’s noticeable?”

“Hey, guys!” Bokuto chimed in the group behind Atsumu.

“Hi Bo,” Hana looked at him, giving him a smile, “where’s Omi and Hinata?”

“They’re already at the booth,” Bokuto smiled making his way to the semicircle booth.

Hana followed Bokuto while you and Atsumu followed behind her. Atsumu, whose face had a small pout, asked you seriously, “What’s noticeable?”

“We were joking,” You assured him, as you gave him a small smile.

“Thank goodness,” Atsumu signed out happily.

Reaching the booth, you got in first and then Atsumu was last to sit. You were squished between Atsumu and Bokuto, Hinata was on the other side of Bokuto, and then it was Hana then Sakusa.

“So what were you guys talking about?” Hinata asked you and Hana.

“We were just getting to know each other,” You said politely. “But I can’t wait to get to know each of you!”

“I’m surprised you accepted Atsumu’s proposal,” Sakusa looked out him with his voice muffled with his mask. “I didn’t think anyone can stand him for more than a day.”

“I mean,” You shrugged your shoulders, “you’re his teammate and hanging out with him now… So I guess there is someone who can stand him.”

Bokuto let out a scandalous gasp as Hinata and let out a small chuckle. Sakusa just looked at you with a blank stare, rethinking everything. Atsumu looked at him happily, placing his chin on his hands as he leans a bit forward, “Aw Omi!”

“Shut up,” Sakusa glared at Atsumu, to which Atsumu smiled at him innocently.

As Sakusa was mumbled something to himself, a waitress came up to the table. “Nice to see y’all again! I guess y’all want the usual drinks?” Everyone all nodded and hummed in agreement. “Anything to eat?”

“Yes!” Hinata, said quickly, “I’m starving!”

“Same here!”

“What should we get?”

“We just this new cook,” the waitress told them with a big smile and giving them thumbs up, “and the burgers are amazing!”

“Yes!” Bokuto said with stars in his eyes, “Six burgers please!”

The waitress was about to leave until they saw you sitting next to Atsumu. “You’re new… What can I get ya?”

“Oh um,” You blinked at her, “I’ll take a scotch on the rocks please.”

“I like her,” the waitress told everyone with a smirk, making you blush slightly in embarrassment.

When the waitress walked away, everyone looked at you with a confusing expression with the drink you order. Scratching the bad of your neck embarrassing with a small blush tinting your cheeks, you said softly, “It was the first drink I had with my father when I turn of age… I grew to like it.”

Everyone all muttered a small “oh” and nodded their head in understanding as to why you liked it. Moving the conversation forwards, Atsumu leaned back and put his arm behind you on the back of his chair, tilting his body a bit to look at you and everyone, “So did ya do it?”

“Do it?” You muttered to yourself confusing. You then perked up remember what he told you to do the other day. With a nod of your head, you told him, “I did… Last night and this morning…”

“You cried this morning?” Bokuto asked, making you turned your head at him with confusion.

“How do you know I was crying?” You asked, pursing your lips together.

“‘Tsumu told us what happened,” Bokuto pointed to the setter, ignore Atsumu's head shaking and mouthing to not say anything.

Looking at Atsumu, you scrunched your eyebrows together in disbelief, “You told them?”

“N-Not really!” Atsumu put his hand up in surrender.

“Yes, he did,” Hana said in a straight tone.

“He told us everything,” Sakusa nodded his head.

Hinata shrugged his shoulders as he hummed, “We already figure a few things out on our own… But ‘Tsumu did tell us.”

You let out a sigh as you leaned back against the booth. Atsumu put his arm back behind the back of the booth as you said, “I guess it okay… I mean you all would know…”

“But why did you cry this morning?” Hana asked her voice heavy with concern. Pulling out your phone, you showed her what Rieko posted that morning. Showing to everyone at the table, their eye grew wide as they saw what was on your screen.

“And that’s your…” Hinata started, looking at you with wide eyes filled with worry. You nodded your head slowly, your eyes looking at the back of your phone sadly. You felt Bokuto patted your back softly in a comforting manner, trying to help ease the pain. You gave everyone a small smile to show you were okay as you placed your phone back in your bag.

“I know that blonde is helping you with revenge and everything,” Hana started at you determinedly, “but I want to help!”

“Same here!”

“I want to help too! I can’t believe someone would do that!”

“I’ll do what I can.”

“R-Really?” You looked at them with wide eyes, shocked they were offering their help.

“Of course!” Hana smiled at you, “We can’t have that idiot help you! He’ll probably do something stupid.”

“No, I wouldn’t!” Atsumu glared at her, making Hana laugh at his outburst. Everyone all started to jab jokes at Atsumu as he gritted his teeth and glared at everyone with a pout. You sat there, enjoying their company and listen to them all talk together, at times when you had something to say you would chime in. You already felt like you belong with them, laughing at their jokes, antics and talking to them as if you knew them for years.

Moments later, the waitress arrived with your food, placing each plate in front of everyone. Everyone all eyed the food hungrily, happy to finally eat while you tilt your head in wonder, looking at it with pursing your lips together.

So that’s a burger…

“Alright!” The waitress beamed, “Anything I can get ya’ll?”

“Can I have some silverware?” You asked her with a polite smile.

“Um…” She hesitated, “Sure?”

“Don’t worry about it!” Atsumu told her before she could walk off, “She won’t need it.”

The waitress nodded her head and walked off as you looked at Atsumu confusingly. “But how are we going to eat this?” You blinked at him.

“With our hands,” Bokuto said, picking his cheeseburger and taking a bite.

“Oh…” You looked down, looking at the burger intensely. “I see…”

“You had have burger before? Right?” Hinata asked, seeing you studying the burger.

“She never had normal food before,” Atsumu told them, stuffing his mouth with a fry.

Everyone all quickly turned their eyes to you, seeing you staring at the burger on your plate. Biting your lip, you went to hold the burger with both hands and mimic how Bokuto hold it. Bringing it closer to your mouth, you swallowed the growing saliva in your mouth. Everyone all looked at you in anticipation, waiting for you to take your first bite. Slowly taking a bite, you place the burger down back on the plate as you chew.

“It’s greasy,” You noted when you swallowed, looking at them with innocent eyes.

Sakusa fully agreed with you, nodded his head as he eyed the burger, “And messy.”

You giggled at him as you nodded your head, picking up the burger once again and taking a bite at it. Everyone smiled at you, seeing how eager you bit on the burger and then eat their burger as well. Everyone asked you what you haven't eaten, wanting to know what foods you should try next. After finishing eating, you looked at Atsumu, “I’m going to the restroom to wash my hands.”

Nodding at you, Atsumu got up to allow you to get out of the booth. As you were heading to the restroom, Atsumu sat back down in the booth, taking your seat. Looking at everyone, he asked excitedly, “So? Shat do ya-”

“Listen here Miya,” Hana cut him off, pointing her finger at him threateningly. Everyone looked at Hana in amusement while Atsumu flinched back thinking he did something wrong. “I like her. I want her to be my best friend. Actually, she is my best friend. She is nice, sweet, funny and I just want to wrap her up in a blanket and protect her. This is my one and only chance of having a girlfriend that is part of this group and I want to keep it that way. So, you can’t make any moves on her. No flirting, no kissing, and especially no having sex with her. Unless you marry her. Got it?”

Atsumu rolled his eyes at her, waving her off as he grabbed his drink, “Yeah, yeah, I got it. I wasn’t even gonna do that. She wants marriage and kids and that whole white fence thing.”

“Perfect,” Hana nodded, with a happy smile.

“I’m back,” You smiled at them, now seating in Atsumu's seat. “What did I miss?”

“Nothin’ much,” Atsumu shooked his head, putting his elbow in the back of the booth.

Sakusa turned to you with a smirk, his eyes linger a bit on Atsumu with a certain glint in his eyes as he said, “Actually, we were talking about how Atsumu is a furry.”

“A furry?”

“Oh! Don’t forget to tell her about the incident!”

“OI! Don’t tell her that! ‘M not a furry!”

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Notes: idk why it repeated the first paragraph and it took off what the original first paragraph should be. Idk why it won’t let me fix it…

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[yamag00ps]

Tsukishima: 6, You: 5

pairing: tsukishima x reader

genre: friends to lovers, work relationship

contains: fluff

word count: 2.4k

summary: Being friends with Tsukishima Kei was essentially just a competition of who could get the last word.

a/n: this was really fun to write!!!! now where are my bitches who love the i hate everyone but you trope <3<3<3 enjoy :-)

"This idea was yours, you know?"

A voice spoke up behind you as you looked into the updated exhibit. You couldn't quite read his tone. You looked over your shoulder to see Tsukishima Kei standing behind you, playing with the cuffs of his button-up. You turned back to the exhibit before answering.

"Ah. You see, I was starting to think I just manifested it into existence."

"Yeah, I kept hearing this nagging voice in the back of my head for the past two weeks. Funny, you sound just like it."

The offended look on your face disappeared as he walked up next to you with a small smile on his face.

A month ago, you started your new job as a new tour guide at the local history museum. Tsukishima was one of the exhibit designers. Although you were only a tour guide, you were always vocal about your opinions on the displays and layouts of the different exhibits to your co-workers, hoping to work your way up to his position. Tsukishima would overhear these conversations and initially be irritated until he realized that your critiques were actually quite useful. You began to notice your own suggestions coming to life in the exhibits. On this particularly slow day at the museum, Tsukishima surprisingly sparked a conversation with you first.

"Tsukishima Kei. Exhibit designer." He held a hand out to you with a glint in his eyes. You bit back a smile and shook his hand.

"L/N, F/N. Tour guide. Future exhibit designer." His eyebrows raised in amusement.

Tsukishima Kei: 0, You: 1

This was only the start of your unique friendship with Tsukishima Kei.

The next six months consisted of many exchanges of ideas, lingering gazes across exhibits, late nights at the museum, and constant banter. It was always a competition of who could get the last word.

Despite your love-hate relationship, you were very supportive of one another. Tsukishima would honestly ask for your input when drafting layouts and frequently joined visitors on your tours. During the tours, he pretended to hate whenever you would call him out in the crowd for designing a certain exhibit (he would never tell you, but he appreciated it every time).

"This particular exhibit was actually designed by that tall, handsome man in the back, Mr. Tsukishima Kei! If you have any questions I'm sure he'd love to answer them." You winked at him every time.

Tsukishima Kei: 0, You: 2

He stated that he only joined your tours because he wanted to hear what visitors had to say about his work, which was partly true. But, even more than that, he enjoyed adored watching you in action. He found your passion and enthusiasm endearing and calming, especially on stressful days. The two of you grew close as you worked—always taking breaks at the same time and staying after to leave together. Despite the teasing and the banter, both of you cherished this unique friendship dearly.

As the time passed, it seemed that your hard work and ideas did not go unnoticed, as you were finally offered an exhibit designer position! The director called you in early that morning to meet with you and formally offer you the promotion. As you walked out of her office, your hands were already fumbling to call the only person that came to mind.

"Hello?"

“Morning! You’re late.”

“My train was delayed. Wait, don’t you have the night shift?”  

"I, uh, lost my tour guide position.” Tsukishima stopped in his tracks.

“..What?”

“Yeah, kinda bummed. I was pretty good at it, don’t you think?”

He couldn’t understand your tone. He wouldn’t admit it, but he hoped you’d be at least a little more upset that you wouldn’t be working together anymore.

“Y-yeah. Wait. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Time for me to move on to better things, you know?” Ouch.

“But-”

“Hey, Kei? Exhibit designer to exhibit designer, are we supposed to be rivals now?" He could practically hear the smile on your face.

Tsukishima Kei: 0, You: 3

At that exact moment, Tsukishima walked through the entrance of the building. Your eyes met and he hoped you didn’t notice the wave of relief washing over him.

“You’re an idiot,” he stood at the entrance, still talking to you on the phone.

“I believe the correct term is exhibit designer,” you mused.

"Oh god, no.." he groaned, slowly walking up to you with a smirk on his face. “Oh, yes,” you fired back. Unable to contain your excitement any longer, you hung up the phone and ran to him, stopping in front of him abruptly. He cocked a brow, waiting for you to explain as you held your hands behind your back.

"Sooooo.. I guess the director liked my ideas and..um, you know. Thought I’d be a fantastic fit or something," you shrugged nonchalantly, "You know, no biggie, it's whatever." Your efforts to hide the giddy smile on your face were useless. His smile mirrored yours, growing bigger and bigger with every word you spoke. You raised your eyebrows, awaiting his reaction.

He shook his head and marveled at you. I always want to see you this happy, he thought.

Tsukishima Kei: 0, You: 4

He stayed silent, wanting to see how long it would take for you to start pouting. He lived to drag reactions out of you. But this time, the look on his face ratted him out. His eyes softened as he took you in. Ever since the day you met, he found that this happened often. The walls he built to shut people out were no match for the sound of your voice, the feel of your head on his shoulder, or the endearing smile on your face whenever your eyes met his from across the room. He was putty in your hands and you didn’t even know it.

"Well?" You poked his chest, becoming impatient. He chuckled and grabbed your hands, pulling you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he buried you into his chest.

"You loser. You're amazing,” he sighed and rested his chin on the top of your head. “I mean, I’m not surprised. But I'm really proud of you.” He paused. “But don’t scare me like that,” he mumbled. Your heart warmed at his sincerity.

"Aw, Kei, you're hugging me,” you cooed and held him tighter. You tried to move back to look up at him only for him to push your head back into his chest.

"Yeah, I just don't want to see your face when I'm saying nice things to you.”

"Tsk," you swatted at his arm but snuggled into him anyway. “You know what? I’ll take it. Thank you, Kei.” He kept an arm hooked around you and used his free hand to lightly flick the top of your head.

"Alright, get to work you two! Y/N, congrats on the promotion." The museum director passed by, giving both of you a knowing smile. You quickly stepped away from each other as you thanked her with a pink tint on your cheeks. You began to turn away from Tsukishima until he grabbed your hand.

"We're getting dinner later."

"Oh, we don't have t—"

"I want to. Now, come on. Can't have my co-exhibit designer slacking off on their first day," his tone attempted to be stern as he pulled you towards the staff room.

"You really are so sweet," you teased but happily followed anyway.

"Shut up."

Tsukishima Kei: 0, You: 5

Now, you were sitting across the same man you love to hate at your favorite restaurant.

"I have an idea." The dumb smirk you've grown to love appeared on Tsukishima's face. You loved when he was like this. His playful demeanor was a stark contrast to his usual stoic expression. You had the two glasses of wine to thank for that.

You raised an eyebrow telling him to go on.

"I think this celebration calls for some free dessert," he leaned in to tell you this as if he was letting you in on a secret.

"What do you mean free?"

He grabbed your hand resting on the table.

"I'm going to borrow this." He started pulling off one of your rings.

"Wh—"

"Shhh, just go with it." Keeping your hand in his, he moved off of his seat and knelt down in front of you. Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets as you started whisper yelling at him to get up. This worked to his advantage as your shock only made it look more real.

"Oh my god. Kei, no," you tried to say sternly as you leaned down to him, but the alcohol in your system threw you into a fit of nervous giggles. You looked around the restaurant in a panic, hiding your face in your hands until he pulled one down and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

The pure amusement on his face contrasted with the sincere look in his eyes. The blush on your face boosted his ego more than he cared to admit.

You attempted to scold him again. “Tsukishima Kei, if you don’t get up right n—“

To your dismay, your waitress came over to your table and gasped at the scene unfolding in front of her. One by one, everyone’s attention turned to the blonde-haired man down on one knee. Tsukishima dropped his head and laughed, trying to hide the blush on his face. He cursed under his breath. Fuck. Suddenly the alcohol was wearing off. What has he done?

You lifted his chin up with your free hand, forcing him to look up at you again.

“You better put on a show for them,” you challenged him, knowing he hated this kind of attention. He noted the proximity between your faces and the way you squeezed his hand as a form of reassurance. The sparkle in your eyes was all it took for him to collect himself again. The people near you began shushing everyone else around them.

Well. Now or never, he thought. This will be easy.

He took a deep breath as you looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to chicken out.

“L/N, F/N. I fell for you the moment we met.”

Oh.

Tsukishima Kei: 1, You: 5

Your heart clenched at his words, but you quickly shook the feeling. This was just for a free dessert, right?

“Oh, really now?” You thought back to that moment and snickered under your breath, only for him to hear. He squeezed your hand, silently telling you to shut up. This only made you giggle more.

“You are my light. My life only works with you in it,” he announced.

Your breath hitched. Now that shut you up.

Tsukishima Kei: 2, You: 5

“I want to spend the rest of my life trying to make you as happy as you make me."

Tsukishima Kei: 3, You: 5

“I love you. Your wit, your humor, your passion, your drive.. your kindness. All of it.”

Tsukishima Kei: 4, You: 5

“That’s enough,” you whispered and started shaking your head. You knew this was just for show, but why did hearing his words set a fire in you? Why was your heart aching?

“I fall in love with you more and more everyday. I’ll fall harder tomorrow and even harder the day after that. Please give me all of your tomorrows. Please marry me.”

Damn, he was good.

Tsukishima Kei: 5, You: 5

Your eyes began to water. Where was this coming from? Is he actually that good of an actor? Your expression was a mixture of confusion, shock, and a hint of irritation. Unable to comprehend any of your feelings, you shook your head and remembered that you had to play along for that goddamn dessert.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Yes!” you nodded, trying not to look too enthusiastic about this fake proposal. Everyone around you erupted into cheers, the flash of numerous phones and cameras blinding you. Tsukishima put the ring on your finger and chuckled as he stood up and pulled you in for a hug, leaving a kiss on your forehead. You laughed into his chest at the insanity of it all.

“I’m sorry if that was t—“ Whatever he was saying was cut short by the crowd around you.

“Oh come on, give her a real kiss!” “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” “Kiss her!”

You groaned and felt his laughter erupt through his chest. Pulling back to look at him, you shook your head in disbelief. He lightly held onto your waist and pulled you close, his forehead resting onto yours.

“We really don’t have to, not if it makes you uncomfortable,” he assured you.

“Pft, you’re not the only one who can put on a show,” you quipped. Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the alcohol—whatever it was, you surrendered to it as you pulled him down by his collar and crashed your lips into his. You tasted the wine on his lips, savoring every second in case you would never get the opportunity again. After a few seconds, you began to pull away only for him to attach his lips onto yours again. One of his hands cupped your face while the other gripped your waist, not wanting you to pull away just yet. You matched his fervor, losing yourself in him.

The cheers in the restaurant quickly brought you back down to earth as you pulled away and hid your face in his chest again. He chuckled and rubbed the sides of your arms, soothing you. You pulled back to look at him with a small smile on your face.

“So you do know how to be nice to me,” you gushed, breaking the tension.

“I am nice to you!” He scoffed.

“Yeah but not that nice,” you teased, pulling him down to you again. Tsukishima shook his head and left a kiss on your cheek.

“You kissed me first,” he reminded you, mumbling against your cheek.

“Hm.. Guess you’ll just have to kiss me first next time,” you gave him a quick peck. Before he could pull you in again, your waitress arrived with two pieces of chocolate cake with the words Congrats! drizzled on the plate next to a heart. You pulled away from him to thank the waitress and the people around you, allowing them to go back to their meals. He pulled your chair out for you, ignoring the smug look on your face.

Before taking his seat, he leaned down and murmured against your ear, “There better be a next time,” leaving you a blushing mess.

“Next time” ended up being an hour later against the front door of your apartment. From then on, there were a lot of “next times.”

Tsukishima Kei: 6, You: 5

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a/n: wait and then in the future after you two actually get married, you end up have two “wedding” anniversaries hehe and he always makes sure to celebrate both but he’ll never admit that he highkey loves celebrating the fake one more than the real one because it was such a sweet memory :p AW tsukki