#he’s offering u his heart in a normal way ya]

[bimbosupreme]

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[whitefeathers]

Anon because I’m shy as hell lol but big fan of how you write daddy!butcher because YOU KNOW he gets off on the idea of being like a protector/knight in shining armor. Like he’s gonna be damn sure that you’re safe, even if he gets a wee bit banged up.

dont be shy sweetheart i will NEVER judge u !

also THANK YOU you get it … daddy!butcher is a very very specific guy and honestly? I think he’s pretty much canon, we know he’s got major daddy issues and we know he’s a protector (in his own fucked up way)… it just makes SENSE for him to be a daddy dom !!

more thoughts below the cut - tw for pseudocest/ddlg , daddy!butcher, and daddy issues

he wants so desperately to protect. that’s all he’s ever wanted deep down, even if he thinks he wants revenge or violence or whatever. He’s a rough bastard so all that soppy shite comes out as aggression, but deep deep down he is a protector at his core, and needs to be someone’s knight in shining armor.

When you walk into his life you’re so pure, untainted by the violence and aggression he’s so used to. There’s no greater agenda, no malice to you - you’re just a normal girl, a good girl. That’s not to say you have no personality to you - Billy loves how cheeky you can get, and how sassy you are - but you’re just a good little sweetheart at your core, wanting to be happy and make others happy. That’s part of why Billy’s obsessed with you. You’re just so sweet.

He naturally takes on a parental role in your life, being many years your senior and the leader of his group. Don’t stare at ya phone so much, gonna give yaself a headache. Don’t stay up too late, need a good night’s kip or you’ll be a grumpy cunt tomorrow.

Little things, inconsequential things, that show he cares enough about you to order you around.

He’s sweeter on you than anyone else in his life, letting you hog the hot water in the shower every morning and pretending to be full so you can finish his dessert. He always covers up his kindness with some sort of quip - “ya need the hot water, you smell diabolical,” - but you know it’s because he likes you. The thought alone makes you blush.

He finds out about all the terrible shit your father put you through one night when you’re sharing a bottle of cheap vodka together, just the two of you.

He tells you about his own sperm donor, and laments about how he’s always wanted to be someone’s father figure, their knight in shining armor. He doesn’t mention how it gets him off to have that much control, but not in a clinical way like being a master or a sir. Being a daddy is different. It’s warm, caring, corrupted. It’s a complete control and a complete care that would prove Butcher as the capable, fucked up hero he’s always been.

“That generational trauma bollocks, innit? Want to right the wrongs of me old man. Somethin’ so nice about bein’ a daddy. I’d be fucked though,” he takes a swig from the bottle straight, only wincing slightly before putting it back down on the table and letting his eyes flicker to you. He speaks with drunken candour.

“Always wanted a little girl to take care of, little girlfriend to be mine. Same soft tone of voice when she begs for more cock as when she begs for more sappy fuckin’ cuddles.”

Your heart thuds in your chest. This is all you have ever wanted, all you have ever needed. And Butcher, the hottest older man you’ve ever met, his beard greying and his eyes stern, is basically offering it to you if you’re brave enough to read into the subtext of his words.

“I’ve always wanted to be that,” you whisper. There’s words unspoken in your sentence - always wanted to be that, for you, with you - but the subconscious way you lean closer to Butcher tells him the words you aren’t brave enough to speak.

“That so?” He hums, opening his thick arms for you. An opening, an opportunity for you to take, to cuddle into his chest and let him take control. You look up at him, scared as a deer in headlights but as excited as a puppy in heat, needing the extra guidance, the approval.

“Don’t be shy. Come to daddy.”

When your head meets his chest and your ass meets his lap, all the constant noise in your head dulls into a peaceful silence. His arms wrap around you and he pets your hair, shushing you gently, promising he’s going to keep you out of danger no matter how bloody his knuckles have to get in the process.

This is how it’s always meant to be between the pair of you.

[memento-rory]

fluff request!! meeting schlatt at an airport and him asking u for ur number??

-🫐

oh this is such a good request!

your plane has been delayed twice now, with no sign of it taking off for at least the next several hours. of course, the minute you try to leave new york, a statewide blizzard kicks up. just your luck.

you watch as a good handful of people waiting for this flight finally give up, making the frustrating walk back to their cars or their ubers to return home or find lodging for the night, opting to just re-book for the next flight out.

there’s no way you’re going back home — it’s at least an hour’s drive back, and you’re also not particularly keen on fighting with customer service to get a room booked for the night. not to mention having to go anywhere if it meant braving the blizzard, even for a few minutes, would be a nightmare. you figure you might as well just hang out in the airport. there are worse places you could be.

you send another text to your family to let them know what’s going on, and as soon as you hit send, your phone goes black. you hadn’t even realized your phone was dying.

with a sigh, you pull your phone charger from your backpack, scanning the area for a plug. you only see one outlet, and someone is already occupying the top half of it. he’s sitting up against the wall with his ball cap pulled a little lower than what would be considered normal, probably to shield his eyes from the abrasive fluorescents this late at night. it’s hard to see his face as he’s staring down at his phone, but you can see his lips turned downward in a deep frown. you huff a quiet sigh, steeling yourself to potentially have to talk to this man who is very clearly upset at his circumstances too.

you slowly make your way over to the wall, looking down at the guy. “sorry, do you mind if i plug my phone in?”

“go for it,” he says with a half-hearted shrug. he doesn’t spare you a glance as he keeps lazily thumbing through his phone.

“cool.” you mumble, sitting down beside him and plugging your phone in. you scoot as far away as your short phone cord will allow.

“this fuckin’ blows,” the guy breathes out, leaning his head back to rest against the wall. you steal a glance at him, unsure if he’s speaking to you or just in general. you can finally see his face better, and goddamn, is he handsome.

“tell me about it.” you commiserate, looking back down at your phone, waiting for it to turn back on so you have something to occupy your restless hands.

he looks over at you then, the scowl on his face diminishing slightly as he takes your face in. “where ya headed?”

“home, to my family.” you tell him, setting your phone down in your lap, “trying to get back for christmas, like i assume everyone else here is.”

he lets out a grunt in response, nodding slowly, leaning his head back against the wall. “you live here in new york?”

“yeah, just on the outskirts of the city.”

“so it’d be a real bitch to try to get back to your place, huh? that’s why you’ve resigned yourself to this kinda torture?”

“exactly.” you nod. “same for you?”

the guy clicks his tongue. “same for me.” he nods, before looking over at you again. “i’m schlatt.”

you tell him your name, and he repeats it to commit it to memory. “nice to meetcha, (y/n). sucks that it’s under such bullshit conditions.”

“could be worse,” you shrug, as your phone turns on. “at least we have some entertainment.” you say as you wave your phone a little.

you pull out the small case where you keep your earbuds, opening it up and offering schlatt one.

“and good company.” schlatt says as he takes the earbud with a small smile on his face. he secures it in his ear as you look for a movie to watch. he scoots closer to you, looking over your shoulder as you scroll, before pointing at one of the thumbnails. “you seen that one before?”

you shake your head.

“me either, been meanin’ to watch it, though.” he says. “now seems like as good a time as any.”

the movie starts, and schlatt pulls a couple different snack packages out of his bag, offering you something to munch on during the movie.

the two of you just sit like that, watching movie after movie, making commentary at each other and enjoying each other’s company.

hours go by before the airline announces that all flights are finally clear to take off. it’s a little bittersweet. you’ve been having so much fun together. (you also only made it halfway through a really good movie.)

“hey,” schlatt says as you stand up, wrapping your phone cord back up to put in your bag. he gives you a little smile, trying not to look too eager. “we should hang out when you get back in town.”

you smile back at him. “yeah, okay.” you nod, and schlatt passes you his phone as he stands up too. “gimme your number.”

you put your number in his phone, before handing it back to him. he shoots off a text to you, and your phone vibrates in your hand.

“now boarding flight 245.” you hear come over the intercom.

“that’s me.” you tell schlatt, trying not to sound disappointed.

“don’t worry,” schlatt smirks down at you, crossing his arms over his chest, “i won’t finish the movie without ya.”

[strywoven]

@nexarerum has requested a story : “ i don’t need anything from you. i’m here because i want to be. ” - gabs to axel~

a prompt i lost.

Far be it for him to doubt her ( after all , there’s hardly a reason to lie when their relationship has always been nothing but honest & forthcoming ) , but he KNOWS HER .  As much as she knows him.  To try and keep secrets about how one is feeling is like trying to hide the obvious.  And yet , the more he pays her a cursory scrutiny ( as he might kaen or isa when he senses them attempting to deflect from the issue ) , the more he begins to r e l e n t , a small , albeit sheepish grin splaying his lips as he offers up a few notes of a laugh.

❝ Alright , alright , ❞ Hands lift , flick about , gesticulating in his d r a m a t i c way to show off he is not going to hunt down answers where there are none to be found , ❝ I’ll take your word for it. ❞  A beat , a playful nudge given to her side , ❝ This time , anyways.  But the offer still stands , if there’s ever anythin’ y’need , jus’ tell me , okay ?  I don’t want ya’ t’face life alone , Gabs , and y’shouldn’t have to. ❞  Despite the lightheartedness to his tone , the jesting veneer , his words are entirely sincere … Perhaps even a bit more s e r i o u s than intended ; for all the bluff and flaming bravado , Axel tends to be inordinately SINCERE .  After all , he loves her , and if it should mean anything at all – as it does for Isa – he will be her Sun ( the light & fire of heart that burns brilliant & true , without question , without rest , without regret ) .

Arms curl ‘round full waist , pulling the witch closer ‘til bodies fit together as they ought to.   ❝ But I’m glad you’re here , always am.  Wouldn’t be the same without ya’ , Gabs.  It’d feel like somethin’ important was missin’ , y’knnow ?  I think even Isa would agree with me on that. ❞  Kiss is pressed to her forehead , a gentle affection quite unlike his normal displays.  ❝ If you’re not here for anythin’ in particular … Why don’t we make plans to do somethin’ anyways ?  Jus’ you and me this time ?  Been a bit since we got some alone time. ❞

[the-letter-horror-lover]

Boruto and Naruto OneShots Collection by Karinrumi

Anime » Naruto Rated: M, English, Romance & Friendship, [Boruto U., Sarada U.] [Temari, Shikamaru N.], Words: 11k+, Favs: 20, Follows: 14, Published: Feb 14, 2019 Updated: May 15, 2019

2Chapter 1: Sometimes Love is Crazy (BoruSara)

AN: Hello, dear/everyone! I really had a lot of fun writing this request and hope that it will meet yours expectations. ;) And no, it wasn't too much to ask. I like to have a good challenge. Hope you will enjoy reading just like I enjoyed writing this request!

Yours Clumsy Author - Karinrumi ;)

Title: Sometimes Love is Crazy. [BoruSara, ft. Sumire, AU]

Status: Complete, Request.

Beta Reader: anakrlsn/grammaly.

Wordcount: 2, 124.

Love can be crazy sometimes.

That was the conclusion Sarada arrived at while waiting for Sumire to show up. Sumire Kakei as class rep probably wanted to meet with her, since she was absent from school due to her nasty cold.

"Uwahahah, sorry I'm late!" Sumire said trying to catch her breath. Sarada just shrugged it off as something normal and decided to wait for her friend to talk about 'something important' she mentioned to her before.

"So, what did you want to tell me? You seem really nervous for some reason." Sarada wanted just go straight to the point and watch her favourite drama series this afternoon.

"I love Boruto, not as a friend, but a guy I'm c-crushing on!" Sumire shouted and all the children having fun at the playground looked in her direction, probably startled by her sudden loud outburst.

Love can be crazy sometimes.

Sarada heart ached to know that one of her closest friends developed feelings for her childhood friend. The worst part of it was that she had a crush on this so-called childhood friend too.

The only way Sarada knew how to respond to Sumire was silence. Awkward silence to be precise.

"It's Sarada and Sumire, ya know! I knew that I could see them standing in the middle of the playground, Shikadai. " Boruto said pointing in their direction and Sarada response to Sumire words didn't come out at all.

Spending the whole day with Shikadai, Boruto and Sumire afterwards made Sarada unable to say anything.

Love is crazy and the whole situation started to be too much complicated for Sarada's liking. Being a teenager in love was complicated as well, especially when your friend loves the same guy you love.

Sarada sighed. She knew it was a selfish thing to do, but she planned to confess her feelings to Boruto. In that way, if he rejects her she will support Sumire love with everything she got to offer.

Monday:

11:00 AM, School Rooftop:

Boruto was taking a nap at the school rooftop without Shikadai today. It was a really relaxing feeling to be alone sometimes. Especially when you could feel a nice gentle breeze being here.

"So you were hiding here, Boruto?" He opened his eyes after hearing a familiar voice.

"Sarada," Boruto said like it was the most normal thing in the world. After all, he spends with her half of his life and knew her better than what was in the pockets of his jacket.

"Taking a nap? You shouldn't sleep during the school hours." Sarada started to nag him, but it made Boruto just smile in response. He was used to her nagging.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. It's rare to see you climbing up here, ya know?" Boruto looked in her direction and noticed she was wearing more fancy clothes today. It was visible since the uniforms weren't mandatory in the school they attended.

"Hey, it's not that rare to see me here. I'm dragging you out from here quite often." Sarada responded, but averted her gaze from him.

"What's up, Sarada? Spill it out." He confronted her seeing that something was strange in her behaviour. Sarada wasn't usually wearing a fancy pink dress and putting the white flowers in her black hair. Did she have a date with someone? Boruto felt a pang of jealousy in his heart.

"I… You see…" Sarada couldn't gather her thoughts to say something to Boruto properly. Boruto's blue eyes were distracting her from making a smooth love confession, which she planned out yesterday. Truth to be told it was unfair of for her to do it knowing Sumire loved Boruto too.

Sometimes love is crazy.

"Spill it out now, ya know? School break will finish soon." Boruto told her to hurry up with whatever Sarada wanted to tell him.

"I love you," Sarada whispered and felt like she lost the ability to breathe. Boruto widened his blue eyes in the disbelief.

Sarada was joking, right? It was probably a dare given to her by Mitsuki or something like that. If it was a dare from Mitsuki, Boruto planned to punch him in the face for it.

"Are you joking? Or is it a dare from Mitsuki, Sarada?" Boruto asked her seriously.

"No, I'm not joking or doing a dare from Mitsuki! I love you and I mean it, you moron!" Sarada shouted and on her cheeks appeared a cute blush.

"You love me?" It was all he could say in his dumbfounded state.

"I-I do, but you don't need to answer me now! S-see you later!" After those words, Sarada rushed out to the door and disappeared before Boruto had the chance to give her his answer.

Sarada Uchiha confessed that she loved him. Boruto felt shocked about this discovery since he didn't exactly think Sarada would confess her love to a guy first. But she did and the guy she confessed to was him.

Monday:

17:00 PM, Amusement park:

He looked for Sarada all day after he heard her confession. Boruto got the tickets to an amusement park from Shikadai and wanted to respond to Sarada's confession there.

"What are you doing? Your expression is so gloomy, B-o-r-u-t-o!" Sumire appeared behind him like a real ninja. That part of her was scary as hell, she was a good actress too from what he knew.

"I was looking for Sarada, ya know. I need to do something with the additional ticket I have to an amusement park." Boruto tried to hide a reason why he really searched for Sarada.

"If you can't find her and need someone to go with you I'm up for it!" Sumire sang those words cheerfully. Boruto couldn't refuse her after she used on him a puppy-dog-eyes, he would feel bad for not taking Sumire to the amusement park with him.

That's how Boruto ended up alone with Sumire in the amusement park. Initially, he planned to invite Sarada, but he couldn't find her anywhere after her confession.

To get his mind off from things Boruto followed Sumire on the rides she picked while admiring her purple dress that maybe wasn't fancy, but nicely contrasted with her porcelain skin.

Love confessions are awkward, but this situation was awkward as well.

"Boruto, can we go on the Ferris Wheel?" Sumire asked and Boruto nodded in response, still lost in his thoughts. They both showed their tickets and enjoyed the views of the city sitting in the Ferris wheel.

Being alone with Sumire was awkward for the blond, especially after Sarada's love confession a while ago. Boruto had a bad feeling about staying with Sumire alone and it turned out he was right

"Boruto, I love you," Sumire confessed to him and her pretty purple eyes were shining. This time Boruto decided not to mess it up and ask if it was a joke that Sumire is pulling on him.

"You do?" Boruto gulped asking this question again during this day. Why was he so suddenly involved in a messy love triangle?!

"I do, but don't worry I'm willing to give you time for a response! The ride ended, so see you around tomorrow!" Sumire waved to him and walked away, while Boruto hold in the urge to scream in how his love life turned out to be so complicated.

"Why the hell both Sarada and Sumire walked away before I responded to their respective confessions?!" Boruto shouted throughout entire amusement park feeling frustration dawning upon him.

He just hoped that a third girl doesn't confess his love for him today. Otherwise, he will go crazy.

But matters of love are crazy.

Thursday:

15:00 PM, After School:

"I confessed to Boruto." Sarada and Sumire both said in unison.

"EHHH?!" Sumire hearing that couldn't contain her surprise. Sarada looked away.

"I'm sorry, Sumire. I didn't have a chance to tell you, but I love Boruto as well." Sarada felt really bad about the whole situation.

"I knew from the start you did, you know?" Sumire answered.

"You did?!" Sarada couldn't help but ask. Was it that obvious she loved Boruto?! If it was why Sumire told her she loved him too? And if it was that clear, so why did Boruto think her confession was a joke?

"Yup, but I never got any chance to confirm your feelings for Boruto and I felt bad about it after my love confession. The only thing I didn't expect was that you would confess to him as well." Sumire explained with a smile on her face.

"Did you get an answer from him?" Sarada bit her lips feelings nervous about initiating this subject.

"No. I assume you didn't get the answer as well?" Sumire asked and Sarada shook her head in the disappointment.

"Should we chase Boruto in order for him to give us the answer?" Sarada proposed while the other girl gave her a small nod.

They both started to search for Boruto to clear up the whole messy situation once and for all.

Boruto panicked seeing both Sumire and Sarada searching for him. He would be killed by them! They plan to take an act of revenge on him for not responding to their respective love confessions.

Boruto Uzumaki was officially doomed. From now on he would die and turn into a ghost. It was over! He would be a victim of a messy love triangle. They found him.

Okay, maybe he was a little melodramatic. Sarada wouldn't kill him and Sumire was one of the nicest girls he had a chance to meet.

"Here you are, Boruto!" Sarada sighed and Sumire warmly smiled.

"Yo!" Boruto muttered still being in a state of panic.

"I talked with Sarada and it turned out you didn't answer either her or me. It's simple really. If you love one of us… You should give the answer here." Sumire expressed her determination. In other words, it was a roundabout way to tell him he must choose between them. Boruto felt real discomfort knowing this fact. He didn't want to hurt their feelings since they were both his close friends.

"S-SSS," Boruto couldn't choose between them at all! Maybe it was the reason why he could say just the first letter of their names.

"We can't know, which one of us do you refer to if the only thing you say is the letter 'S'!" Sarada started to be impatient, however, Boruto only wanted to get away from both her and Sumire at this moment.

Why they ganged up together instead of having a catfight over him between each other?! Life would be much easier if that would be the case.

"But if I choose the one the other will end up hurt, right?!" Boruto couldn't help, but say this words in his panic.

"Uwawawah! Don't worry we don't stop being friends just because you reject the other one. If that would happen my friendship with Sarada isn't the real friendship." Sumire tried to calm him down and encourage Bortuo to give them the answer.

It didn't help him to calm down at all. They were crazy in expecting him to give them an answer right off the bat.

"Boruto if you don't love either Sumire or me you should just tell us. We don't be angry at you. After all, we can't choose how you feel." Sarada looked down on the floor feeling guilty.

However, Boruto knew how he would answer from the start. Ha, he knew how to answer after Sarada confessed her love to him. The choice was obvious, but he was afraid of hurting Sumire's feelings.

He took a few breaths in and out to calm down.

"I'm so sorry, Sumire! You're an amazing girl, but I always loved Sarada, ya know?"

Sarada was shocked hearing his words, unlike Sumire that probably predicted how he would answer.

Sumire directed to him just a sad smile when Sarada started crying from overwhelming her happiness.

"I feel so happy!" Sarada said through her tears.

"Congratulations, Boruto! You rejected me, but I can always snatch Sarada from you when you aren't looking." Sumire words scared Boruto who hugged Sarada in an overprotective manner.

"That won't happen, Sumire! Stay away from my new girlfriend, kay." Boruto stated heavily blushing. Sumire laughed at him saying to Sarada she got a really cute boyfriend.

"By the way, Boruto. Should we introduce Mitsuki to Sumire?" Sarada asked feeling happy from the bottom of her heart.

"Yeah, we totally should! I think they would get along with each other really well." Boruto winked to Sumire in a mysterious way, while Sumire remained confused about the person they mentioned.

Love can be sometimes crazy, but a crazy love isn't that bad from time to time.

2: Bitersweet Feelings (BoruSara)

Title: Bittersweet Feelings. [BoruSara, OneShot, Future AU]

Status: Complete.

Rating: M

WordCount: Unknown for now.

Sarada couldn't help, but feeling bitter about her job. Four years ago joining the Konoha's Military Police Force was the last thing she wanted to do. She even took the precautionary measure to avoid Mr. Kōtarō that always invited her to become a police officer during her genin days. Life sure liked the irony.

Aiming to be Hokage wasn't easy, eh? Especially now when everything seemed bitter. But who can blame her?

Boruto? Boruto Uzumaki betrayed theirs village together with Kawaki and destroyed all the trust she had in him. You could say that he promised to protect her, but that promise was directed at the person that would be the future Hokage and not specifcally her. Of course it didn't changed the fact she still wanted to fulfill her dream, even without her childhood friend protection.

Parents? Both died on a high ranked mission a while ago.

The only person she completely trusted was Mitsuki. Mitsuki that blindly followed Boruto, but chose to not betray the village and took Sarada's side.

Bitter.

That was the only feeling staying with her throughout entire life. Patrolling the village just lef Sarada in a more sour mood. However there was a multiple reasons why she ended up in the police force.

Like catching Boruto and bringing him to the jail, or proving to the villagers she will not go in her father footseps for example.

How she can be Hokage if she's unable to judge objectively Boruto's actions?

"I swear on the Uchiha name that I will catch you, Boruto." Sarada whispered to herself and focused completely on her work, believing that she will meet him soon.

Sarada feeling came true and now she was facing Boruto in a fight. Her childhood friend changed a lot. And to her distaste turned out to be more handsome, even with the scar on his face. He was annoying, after all she should focus on the fight instead admiring his facial features.

She didn't intend to let her guard down.

Hand-to-hand combat between them lasted three days and Sarada felt exhausted, but fighting was nothing in comparision to the bitter feeling she kept inside of her during the past four years.

"I'm impressed, Sarada. You're much stronger than I thought you would be, ya know." Boruto decided to say and that were first words coming from his mouth after three days of fighting.

"Is it all you have to say to me or do you try to imply I always was weaker than you? Answer me!" Sarada felt boiling anger inside of her.

"No, it was a compliment on my part, but I expected a lot more from you considering you wanted to be a Hokage." Boruto looked at her and she could notice in his blue eyes a flicker of an amusement, even if his expression was still serious.

"You're right, but why do you have to say it like that?!" Sarada asked that question feeling mentally hurt, but still prepared to launch her next attack.

"Say it like what?" Boruto raised his left eyebrow, but it was obvious he was annoyed by her reaction to his words.

"Like you're the one to judge how strong Hokage should be after betraying me and the village!" Sarada snapped and throwed her shurikens in his direction, but Boruto smoothly avoided them.

"It's true that I betrayed the village, but I never thought about betraying you!" Boruto let out a shout after staying composed for so long.

"Lies." Sarada hissed and decided not to listen to him anymore and win this fight. Boruto was saying something more to her, but that wasn't important. What took priority was catching him and fulfilling her duty of a police oficer.

"Ya know... Why can't you listen to me for once?!" Boruto was now standing in front of her being extremely close. Too close for her liking, since her resolve to catch him was now weaker. After all she always loved Boruto.

"Listen to you? That's funny coming from you when you never listened to me during our childhood." Sarada couldn't stand it any longer. She should hurry up and put on him already the handcuffs.

"You're wrong, ya know. I always listened what you had to say, Sarada. If you would hear me out a minute ago instead going into the battle mode you would know why. " Boruto words were probably the test from the devil himself, because she almost gave up on this fight.

"Why?" Her voice cracked and she blamed Boruto for playing with her feelings so easily.

"I never thought about betraying you, beacause I love you, Sarada." Boruto smile left her in state of shock. In the moment she let her guard down Boruto's lips pressed onto her own and she returned it passionatly. She wanted to print that moment forever in her memory.

Theirs kiss was short, but intense and Sarada catched herself in thinking that Boruto's lips tasted bitter. She was still a police officer and was supposed to catch him and don't be affected by her own personal feeelings. Without any hestitation she handcuffed her childhood friend.

"Boruto Uzumaki you're officialy under the arrest." Sarada concluded theirs fight with those words.

Everything felt bitter, but to that bitter feelings was now added a one spoon of a sugar making her current feelings bittersweet.

Bittersweet just like the relationship her and Boruto currently share.

FIN

: I wouldn't mind being(ShikaTema)

AN: Here ya go!

Title: I wouldn't mind being with you forever. [ShikaTema, AU]

Rating: M

Wordcount: 1, 350.

"I hate geniuses!" Temari started complaining to the bartender while gulping down her throat a whole bottle of whiskey. That poor old man standing behind the bar and serving drinks to other clients had to listen to her when she was in a bad mood.

"M'am, can I ask why you hate geniuses?" The bartender asked her this question since Temari was coming to this pub regularly. It was his damn job to treat a person responsible for his source of income in the best way possible.

"Isn't this clear as the clouds in the sky? Geniuses act like they know everything about you, like they better than you, but in reality, suck with understanding the feelings of the common people!" Temari expressed her annoyance. It wasn't even that she had something against geniuses. Temari just tried to roast her boss, Shikamaru Nara.

When she moved to live in the Konoha, Temari aimed towards her big ambitions. Being the high-ranked estate agent was like a dream coming true. However, Shikamaru Nara made her dream more suffocating than enjoyable.

Falling in love with your work colleagues or boss was unquestionably forbidden thing to do for Temari. And yet she landed here in this pub, drinking whiskey like a professional drinking champion.

"M'am, I have a feeling there is more to this story." Bartender sighed seeing this woman terrible state.

"There is, hick! But I don't necessarily want to talk about it. I'm not so drunk to ruin my dignity and reputation." Temari shouted while the other pub regular costumers looked in her direction.

Regulars at 'Cigarretes&Whiskey Pub' belonged to the category of either poor people, a bunch of drunks or had anger issues. It was rare to see here a pretty woman that was wearing an expensive black suit. Temari just ignored them, since those people couldn't influence her life in any way, or so she thought.

"Troublesome woman." Well-built men with black hair tied into the ponytail sighed. Temari knew this voice almost too well. What the hell her boss was doing in this low-class pub? On the lucky side of things, he didn't notice she was here, yet. It was just a matter of time before he will. Shikamaru Nara is a genius she hated after all.

Temari watched how her boss got slapped in the face for his words. Ha, he deserved it for making his girlfriend angry. However now was not the time to feel happy that her boss got punched. Now she should get out from this stinky place before he notice she's here.

"Here a little bonus for listening to my rambling." Temari shoved the money into the bartender's hands and quickly put her purse in the bag. She stood up and had an intention to go to the exit, but couldn't stop feeling angry when someone stopped her.

"Hey, hey, pretty girlie wanna come on a ride with me?" Temari wanted to punch that moron right now more than her boss.

"Hey, hey, ugly average joe wanna get punched for wasting my time?" She tried to spit on him to seem more like a real threat than a damsel in distress. Temari didn't have time for teaching this idiot that he shouldn't make her his enemy.

"Ulalalala, the kitty has claws?" Temari rolled her eyes since she wasn't sober enough to not to punch this man straight in the face.

"What a drag! The lady said she didn't want to spend her time with you, so leave her alone." Shikamaru Nara suddenly appeared and like a goddamn hero rescued her, or the man she intended to punch. Who knows? The real problem was that she was in such a hurry because she didn't want to run into him at all.

"Tch. Fine, I can't ruin my pretty face just for flirting." The man walked away.

"Troublesome." It was probably the most favourite word used by her boss. This situation was strange enough, even without running into him. Temari usually was left alone in this pub, since the incident in which she massacred the poor guy that tried to start a fight with her.

"Who's troublesome? Me or that guy?" Temari gave up on avoiding Shikamaru and asked. He looked amused seeing she decided to initiate a conversation with him.

"I guess both. Though, I didn't think that I would run into my co-worker, here." Shit. He recognised her, but Temari No Sabaku never backed down from the challenge.

"Correction, a former co-worker. I plan to give my resignation letter tomorrow." Temari tried to keep up with the conversation, although feeling dizzy. She drank too much of whiskey today.

"What a drag, but to be honest I saw it coming." Shikamaru shook his head still finding interaction with her amusing. Damn, Temari hated how smug he looked.

"I thought so." That was all she could tell. She just wanted to get out from here, but some invisible force stopped her from doing it.

"It's a drag, but can you keep me company for a while?" Temari green eyes widened. Never in her dreams, she thought her boss would invite her to keep him company.

"Why not? It's not like I fear to be fired from my job anyway." And that's how she ended up staying in a pub.

"Hahaha, so that's how you ended up breaking up with your girlfriend?! She slapped you because you used a pick-up line from the TV? That's brilliant!" Temari couldn't help but laugh at his story. Who would've thought that this genius is terrible if it comes to romance?

"I'm reminding you that I'm still your boss, but I guess you too drunk to care about that. Ehh, what a drag." Shikamaru sighed at her antics.

"I know you are, but right now we aren't at work. Besides, I tend to separate work from private life." Temari announced proudly.

"You're strangely making sense, even if you're drunk." Damn, his voice was sexy.

"I always make sense, even if I don't. So what was the pick-up line you used on your ex-girlfriend?" Temari emerald eyes started to lit-up with interest.

"I wouldn't mind being with you forever. Just saying." Shikamaru had a feeling he should regret telling her about this pick-up line he told to his ex.

"You're weird." Temari laughed while drinking her next glass of whiskey.

"Hey, it's troublesome to use the cheesy, romantic pick-up lines. I went through all the trouble to watch the TV programme that would give me decent ideas and you're saying I'm weird?" He looked like a devastated puppy.

"But you're weird. Why bother with the pick-up lines when you're handsome to the point that even I would smash you." Temari expressed her too honest opinion, while Shikamaru started to cough.

"Excuse me?" He lifted his eyebrow when he noticed the bartender giving him a thumbs-up with the look of approval.

"Objectively speaking if you wouldn't be my boss I would smash you without holding back!" Temari admitted.

"Really?" Shikamaru used his question as an excuse to check her out.

"Yes," Temari knew that tomorrow she probably freak out remembering this entire conversation. But now she was too drunk to care about the consequences of her actions.

"I didn't think you were the honest type." She could see his irritating smile.

"You're handsome, no point in denying that. I wouldn't mind being with you forever. Just saying." Temari mimicked his pick-up line jokingly. She didn't believe that her boss got slapped by saying something like that. Those cheesy words weren't offensive at all. Temari liked those words quite a lot to be honest.

"Hmm… You're beautiful too, no point in denying that. I wouldn't mind being with you forever. Just saying." Shikamaru repeated, but this time his words were meant for her.

"You're weird." Temari blushed and after that decided to go home. She had a gut feeling that during the next day she will meet Shikamaru Nara in her favourite pub soon.

She wouldn't mind being with him forever. Just saying.

4: Threaths on V-Day (ShikaTema)

AN: Hope you don't mind I used this request for V-Day OneShot. x'DD

Title: Threats on V-Day [ShikaTema, AU, OneShot, Valentines 2019, Request.]

Rating: M.

Wordcount: 1, 170.

"Ino, are you implying that I love that lazy bastard?!" Temari scowled like the suggestion Ino Yamanaka presented was outrageous. Visiting Yamanaka Flower Shop seemed now like a stupid idea for her.

"Calm down, Temari. Being in love with Shikamaru wouldn't be that terrible as you think it would be. He's a good catch if I say so myself!" Ino rolled her blue eyes. Temari didn't understand why her friend hung up on the idea of pairing her together with Shikamaru. Temari hated his guts from the moment he refused to have a card rematch with her.

"Did you hit your pretty head? I hate cowards and Shikamaru is a one. On top of that, he's lazy, unmotivated bastard refusing to have a card match with me!" Her frustrations were probably amusing for Ino that was known as the queen of gossips in Konoha. However, there exists a possibility she won't hear any rumours if the subject involved Shikamaru. He was Ino close friend, after all.

"Yeah, yeah, Shikamaru is a coward. A coward that escaped alive from your deadly card matches and survived a blind date that I set up for you two, Tem. I admit he's a quite awkward person when he deals with romantic stuff, but he's a good guy." Ino defended Shikamaru in the middle of arranging flowers inside the old looking vase.

"You're just defending his laziness since you're his friend, Ino! If he's such a good guy, why don't you hook up with him yourself? Temari proposed, while Ino just laughed like she heard the best joke in her life.

"I tried to hook up with him in the past, to be honest. Our first date was terrible because it felt like I was dating my older brother. It's like you would be dating Gaara or Kankuro, Tem." Temari hands started to shake at the thought of dating Gaara or Kankuro. Both of them were immature brats. As their older sister, it was hard to imagine them as her dating options. Ino had frightful imagination.

"Are you kidding me?! I'm not into incest. Even if I was, I'm not into the doll make-up maniacs or lacking-sleep men!" Temari shouted to make herself clear.

"I never said you are, Tem. On the other hand, I think both Gaara and Kankuro are hot." Ino tried to tease her to extract juicy info on her younger brothers.

"I'm starting not to know what are your criteria in calling certain people hot, Ino." Still, with her trembling hands, Temari took a sip of her tea.

"Tem, don't get me wrong. I can call someone handsome and acknowledge they are good romance options, but it doesn't mean I'm romantically interested in them." Ino brows furrowed sensing a hidden meaning behind Temari reaction.

"I get it, okay? I was just horrified to imagine me dating with my brothers." Perhaps it was lucky that any customer didn't walk in yet. The last thing Temari wanted was for strangers to know everything about her love life.

"Good. I don't want you misunderstanding me. I have no interest in pursuing either Gaara or Kankuro." Temari nod made Ino smile widely.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Now back to the main subject of our girly-talk. How was your blind date with Shikamaru on Valentine Day? Is that the reason why you're in a bad mood, Tem?" Temari sighed knowing Ino was just worried about them in her own way.

"It was a nightmare. " Temari summarised pretty much everything that happened. Still, she forgot she was dealing with Ino. Ino that liked to know everything picking her curiosity.

"Tell me everything." And after those destined words, Temari started to describe her most terrible V-day blind date ever.

Temari never celebrated Valentines, but after Ino made an effort to set up for her a blind date, she was forced to buy a bar of V-day chocolate. She didn't know why Ino insisted this bar should be given to the unknown guy.

Arriving at the place of meeting, Temari started to get really impatient. Why the guy was so late?! However, everything was explained when she noticed Ino set up her up with Shikamaru.

"Y-yo, Temari." Shikamaru scratched the back of his head.

"Shikamaru, what are you doing here?", she asked having a bad feeling about this situation.

"I have a blind date today." It seems he caught on the Ino setting them up.

"I see. Whatever. Here is your V-Day gift from Ino." Temari shoved the gift into Shikamaru hands feeling extremely upset. She didn't accept his last refusal for a card rematch.

"What a drag", he couldn't help himself from making that comment and Temari send to him one of her "I kill you" glare.

"Choose one option. Card rematch or I'm hitting you with my fan!" Temari knew she overreacted, but she always had problems with controlling her temper.

"Is that how older women confess to the guys younger than them? In that case, I prefer being hit by your fan. It looks like a less troublesome solution." Shikamaru had the nerve to point out she's older than him after getting from her chocolate bar! Yup, it's official she hated his guts.

"Excuse me that I was born before you Mr Troublesome Lazy Ass!" Temari literally exploded with anger. She didn't know why Shikamaru could bring out her worst side of personality.

"You know, you're adorable when you're mad." Shikamaru words surprised her, but only for a moment.

"I can literally kill you." Temari clenched her fist. Ha! She was even prepared to engage in a battle with Shikamaru right now.

"That will be trouble, but at least I know I will die because of love," Shikamaru muttered and hearing what he said Temari escaped from their blind date before it even began.

"Kyaa! It was so sweet of him to confess his love when you were an angry bird, Tem. Shikamaru, I'm so proud of you, I raised you as my friend well." Temari rolled her eyes at Ino fangirling about her story. It wasn't cute, it was a disaster! Shikamaru made her insecure about her age.

"I'm never telling you about my personal problems ever again." Temari pouted.

"You say that, but deep down you know I'm the only person who listens to your problems anyway, so I'm sure you come back to me." Ino response was almost too happy.

"I guess. I just don't understand what made you squealing about my terrible relationship with Shikamaru." Ino looked at her in disbelief.

"The part he called you adorable of course! Plus, I discovered that Shikamaru is a masochist as well, he didn't look like a type that enjoys pain, though." Temari sighed and left Yamanaka Flower Shop after hearing out the latest gossip circling around Konoha.

Maybe Ino is right, maybe Shikamaru calling her adorable on V-Day meant something more. Temari couldn't hide her small smile forming the thought that Shikamaru can give her something in return during the White Day.

5: Threaths on White Day (ShikaTema, pt 2)

Title: Threats on White Day. [ShikaTema, OneShot, AU pt.2]

Status: Complete.

Wordcount: 964.

Dedicated to ShikaTema/Shikamaru Discord members that have a birthday in April! Happy Birthday!

"Calm down Temari. Nobody said Shikamaru forgot about the White Day. Besides, don't you remember what reaction you had when you saw him during the Valentine Day?" Ino tried to calm the angry Temari in her flower shop having a deja vu feeling.

"Did you hear me clearly?! I want for Shikamaru to forget about the White Day after the disaster that happened on V-Day!" Temari complained knowing a similar scene happened not too long ago. After V-Day, she swore that she never will come back to the Yamanaka Flower shop to tell Ino about her problems. And yet she visited this place again.

"Good luck with that. Unfortunately for you, Shikamaru has a good memory. I'm pretty sure he memorised your entire reaction when he called you 'adorable'." Ino said with a smug expression.

"Who the hell would want to memorise my behaviour pattern?!" If Shikamaru memorised her reaction... Doesn't that mean he remembers her threatening to kill him on Valentine Day?! Temari still was frustrated that Shikamaru pointed out she's older than him.

"The genius in love!" Ino answered her question a little too quickly. Temari started to think this woman cheerfulness is irritating in its own way.

"Wha-what?! If he loves me why he refuses to have a card rematch with me?" Ino sighed hearing this question coming from Temari. The answer to that was obvious, after all.

"Because you're too prideful and besides this card matches are deadly for people surrounding you." Temari felt a little bad Ino was pointing right now her shortcomings.

"Maybe you're right with me overreacting to Shikamaru being my blind date on V-Day." Ino covered her mouth with one hand pretending to be surprised at Temari's words.

"OH MY! Someone started to dig Shikamaru a little too deeply. Want my help?" Temari stopped herself from punching Ino for teasing her like that.

"Yes, please." Accepting help from Ino felt strange. It's like her pride was thrown and shattered at this precise moment.

"And who said they'll never come back to tell me their problems ever again?" Ino asked a rhetorical question. Temari never had a problem with remembering stuff she said in the past.

"Me. Don't make me regret my decision now, okay!" Temari rolled her eyes at Ino unstoppable fit of laughter.

"In my opinion both you and Shikamaru overthink things. Shikamaru is awkward with words, but he confessed in the most terrible way he loves you, right? You should just tell him you love him too." Ino stated as if Temari complicated feelings were so simple to solve.

"You know being honest isn't my thing..." Temari felt it was the right time to acknowledge her feelings for Shikamaru. It didn't change that she had a problem with telling him she loves him.

"I know, Tem. But you love him, don't you?" Ino blue eyes seemed to see through Temari feelings too fast. Temari started to think Ino is scary in her own way.

"Yes, I do love him." Blushing Temari made Ino clap her hands in an overly happy manner. Ino Yamanaka managed to get to know Temari true feelings towards Shikamaru. It looked that her efforts of months in matchmaking them suddenly was worth something.

"See? So next time you see him just tell him you love him too." Ino decided to finish her advice with the finishing punchline.

"I will try to do it on the White Day then." Temari declared and decided to exit the Yamanaka flower shop with a new resolve in her heart.

"Oh, wait a moment! Before you go, can you tell me which flowers do you like the most?" Ino honestly was curious about flowers Temari would like.

"Delphiniums. I like purple and blue delphiniums the most." Temari answered being caught off guard about this question and after that left Yamanaka Flower shop.

"Did you hear that clearly, Shikamaru? Temari likes delphiniums flowers the most. You can stop hiding in the storage room right now!" Ino wanted just scream how they should just stop making things too complicated and be together already. Shikamaru wanting surprise Temari on a White Day was the only thing that stopped her.

"Yeah, I heard! I thought that asking you for help would be a drag, but it turned out to be a great idea." Shikamaru muttered sitting on the chair Temari was sitting before.

"Of course it was a great idea! You're the genius, but if something involves how someone else feels I'm the genius, not you." Ino mocking him was something he excepted.

"Yeah, yeah... So she loves me, huh? I think if everything goes as planned what awaits me is a troublesome life ahead." Shikamaru started complaining to Ino this time around instead of Temari.

"Does it matter? It's the life you want after all my dear friend!" Ino chirped in cheerfully. She started preparing a bouquet of delphiniums.

"You're right about that, even if dealing with what you want in exchange for your help is a total pain," Shikamaru admitted that listening to Temari complaints about him in secret was entertaining.

"Yes, after all, I must film the most romantic moment of my favourite couple for them to prevail through eternity!" Ino started to laugh at Shikamaru shocked expression.

"I feel if Temari will somehow get to know about this, instead of a love confession I will receive White Day threats just like on the Valentine Day." Shikamaru sighed feeling the upcoming White Day will be troublesome in many ways.

"Ino, I need your help! My date with Sasuke lasted just two minutes!" Sakura stormed inside of the Yamanaka Flower Shop destroying the door with one punch.

Ino started to think she should change her job to a matchmaker and stop being the flower shop owner. Shikamaru couldn't help but comment on how troublesome life is. However, secretly he wanted to see if Temari will send him threats, or confess to him on the White day.

6: She's his mechanic (KawaSumi)

AN: Because First Villian x Another Villian ship could have an interesting dynamic is my official excuse for writing this OneShot. [But the truth is benteja mentioned KawaSumi could have a similar dynamic to EdWin on discord and at this point, nobody could stop me from writing it.] Enjoy puns and hidden Naruto references!

Both Kawaki and Sumire are older when the events of the OneShot are happening since it's an AU. And the interaction between Sumire and Kawaki can be little OCC because as of now they didn't interact with each other in canon.

Happy Mother's Day for all moms around the globe and Happy Birthday for all people born in May.

Anyway, I hope it'll be an enjoyable read.

MY MASTERLIST

Your clumsy author - Karinrumi ;)

Title: She's His Mechanic. [KawaSumi, KawakixSumire, OneShot, AU]

Rating: M.

Wordcount: 3, 842.

Sumire cleaned the lab working under her senior colleague, Akita. She respected this woman a lot and always listened to her instructions. After all, it was thanks to Mr Katasuke that she had a chance of figuring out how to synergize with Nue.

Working with the machines and new inventions was far more enjoyable for Sumire as of lately. At first, she thought about joining the Ninja Science Department only because of Nue and when she doubted her decision Boruto's words were the final push she needed to do so.

However, when she wanted to be a ninja didn't her decision was influenced by Boruto too? But a lot of days passed without Sumire even seeing him, not to mention she found new people that were the source of her inspiration, so her enjoyment right now originated from something else than Boruto's words, right?

It was quite a while when Sumire really enjoyed something for real. Brainstorming with the team about new inventions that can basically change the entire fate of a fight, helping civilians with new tech, even simple tasks like cleaning was more enjoyable than Sumire thought it would be before.

"Sumire, could you please move this package over there?" Akita asked pointing out her finger towards the table with a label 'Prototype-Mecha-Hands'.

"Prototypes of mechanical hands? I thought we already finished making them, Akita." Sumire said in her confusion but still walked over to pick up the box and put it on the assigned table.

"Well, kind of. Finished mecha-hands are just for specific people. The main reason for it is that our finished ones use the basic chakra system." Akita's explanation was reasonable. It's not surprising the package content went under the label of the prototype products in this case.

"Eh? Wouldn't that mean our mecha-hands are mainly suitable just for the ninja? What about the citizens which chakra is hard to identify?" Well, technically the science department Sumire worked for, focused on ninja tools, but improving technology for Konoha citizens was equally important. If you took into consideration how many times Konoha was attacked in the past… Creation of mechanical hands and legs for people with hard to identify chakra could pay off in the future.

"Our tools are created specifically for the ninja, but sir Katasuke wanted to improve our mecha-hands anyway. Our intended goal is to make our product available without the need for using or depending on the other person chakra." And that's how Akita Inuzuka started to talk about the details of their new experiments with prototype products.

Immersed in their discussion like always they forgot about cleaning and after snapping out of it finished to clean everything losing half of their life span. On the lucky side of things, Seventh Hokage was late to his earlier announced visit.

Taking into consideration that Sumire planned to attack the village hurting innocent people in the process and Mr Katasuke's actions under genjutsu influence, Hokage regular visits to supervise them weren't surprising.

"Now when I think about it is there a reason why we suddenly work again on mecha-hands prototypes? We were focusing on our other project just yesterday." Sumire decided to ask Akita while waiting for Naruto Uzumaki arrival.

"You're pretty sharp. The project we were working was postponed this morning." Akita sigh meant it was a really stressful situation for their staff.

"Why?!" From what Sumire gathered project that started just yesterday came to a halt this morning. It was unusual because when Mr Katasuke discarded projects staff was informed one week before it could happen.

"We received a special request from Lord Seventh," Akita whispered to her.

If the project was scrapped because Hokage had a special request, it's no wonder Mr Katasuke accepted it. Both her and Mr Katasuke should be happy to receive the second chance that Naruto Uzumaki was willing to give them.

"Oh… Isn't it rare occurrence?" Sumire curiosity about what Naruto Uzumaki requested just grew more when Akita asked her to make tea for the guest that was supposed to arrive one hour ago.

"Yeah, it's rare. Would you like to lead the project requested by Hokage? You've worked with us long enough, so I don't think Katasuke would be against you taking the lead." Akita tried to start the topic in the most casual, possible way.

"Could I really work on it?" Sumire question hid excitement and enjoyment that she now felt.

"Yes. Why won't you talk with Lord Seventh personally? It seems he already came." What?! Hearing Akita's words Sumire looked in the direction of the front door and saw Naruto Uzumaki smiling and waving in her direction.

"It would be great if you want to work on my request Sumire, ya know?" Naruto spoke and Sumire at that moment wanted to disappear from embarrassment she couldn't sense Hokage presence at all.

"Really, Lord Seventh? Can I?" Sumire couldn't believe her luck. It was the truth she enjoyed tinkering with machines, so working on mecha-hands was the big opportunity to work on the project she's passionate about.

"You can, ya know! I can include it to your rehabilitation record. I'll explain to you everything in detail personally." Lord Seventh ruffled her hair gently. Sumire was grateful that Naruto Uzumaki didn't treat her coldly.

"Thank you!" Sumire bowed and followed Lord Seventh to the main lab room. After all, she needs to know why Hokage requested them to work on prototypes of mecha-hands.

Naruto Uzumaki sat on one of the chairs in the main lab room and gestured for Sumire to sit next to Mr Katasuke that was surprised seeing her here.

"I took under my protection the boy named Kawaki. Some of you know it already, but he lost his arm protecting my daughter, Himawari. For now, he's using my own personal mecha-hand as a temporary solution, but it has its limits." Sumire had a hunch The Lord Seventh explanation was mainly for her and not Mr Katasuke that looked rather bored hearing this story.

Sumire was glad Himawari was safe and nodded prompting for Lord Seventh to finish explaining his request. She could tell that he had fun in being overdramatic with his explanations, now she knew where Boruto got from his storytelling skills.

"For various reasons, I want to appoint Sumire as Kawaki's personal mechanic. I honestly believe that this boy should interact more with children around his age without trying to insult them." Naruto Uzumaki sighed.

"So not only will I be checking how Kawaki adjust to the Lord Seventh mecha-hand, but try to create a more suitable replacement for Kawaki needs?" Sumire asked. Lord Seventh gave her the report with all the information she needed. After a while of bragging how he's more popular with children in comparison to Sarada's father, Lord Seventh shadow clone disappeared from the lab.

"He could just hand us the report and save all those theatrics for later. Anyway, I appoint you as the leader for our mecha-body-parts project, Sumire. Don't disappoint me." Mr Katasuke was really serious right now so Sumire couldn't mess up things up. It was her chance to work on something she really is passionate about.

And she planned to use this chance in the best way possible.

A week passed after Sumire started to work on Lord Seventh request. She was preparing every needed thing for the first meeting with Kawaki that was supposed to come today.

In the precise moment, she wanted to question her subordinate competence a handsome, tall boy with the appearance of a delinquent entered the room without knocking.

"Yo, I came for the check-up and to meet my mechanic." From his seemingly uncaring mannerism in his body language, Sumire had a hunch it was the person Lord Seventh described in his report.

"Oh, you've arrived earlier than I anticipated. I'm your appointed mechanic, Sumire Kakei." Sumire introduced herself with the best smile she could manage. Some even could say she was sparkling during this introduction. The first impressions are important after all. It doesn't matter if they just an act or not.

"Ain't you fucking sunshine and rainbow," Kawaki glared in her direction not hiding his suspicions towards her. Sumire seeing his reaction could sense he just like she had a difficult life. Now she could understand why Lord Seventh told her being Kawaki's mechanic can be included as part of her rehabilitation.

"Ain't you an example of a real gentleman?" Sumire raised her eyebrow accepting the challenge of showing him she wasn't either sunshine or a rainbow. If he ever develops balls to really get to learn anything about her at all.

"You scientists are always up to something shadier than my appearance," he growled. It seems despite his short temper and rude attitude Kawaki had really high intelligence and decided to accept her challenge. Sumire couldn't help but respect him for that. It's the first time when a person could see through her acting.

"I can assure you that not all scientist are shady. Some of them really want to help people using just the ethical methods. I don't know what happened between you and scientists in the past, but I intend to gain your trust and in exchange, I want for you to trust me too," she boldly proclaimed. If acting doesn't work then being honest will.

"…fine," he sighed probably thinking she was too bold and refusing her meant disrespecting Lord Seventh care for him.

After the check-up and listening to all Kawaki problems with the hand he got from Lord Seventh, Sumire noted everything down for further research purposes and subtly told him he can leave. After that, she scolded her co-worker for failing his task but giving him a second chance to fix the mess he made.

Her relationship with Kawaki is rather hard to describe, but Sumire had a hope she'll gain his trust. Especially, since they're supposed to work together from now on. At least now she had a glimpse of what to do in future. And it was her own decision, the decision she made without depending on anyone.

Buying research materials wasn't something girls around her age did. Most of them visited Konoha shopping district to buy a cute accessory, ninja tools, or fashionable clothes.

It wasn't the only reason Sumire made a long-trip to Konoha. She wanted to see both Boruto and Sarada. Double-check if the decision she made to give up on her feelings for Boruto is the correct one. Spotting them a minute later and seeing their happy banter, Sumire was sure the decision she plans to make is the right one.

It was time to stop idolise Boruto and depend on him for everything she wants to do in her life.

"Ain't you that mechanic little girl?" Sumire could swear the voice she heard was familiar.

Turning around she noticed Kawaki holding a Lord Seventh card from the Shinobi Extreme Scrolls. He looked at her with bored expression ignoring girls that swarmed around him like a flies due to his so-called 'mature charm.'

"Who you're calling a little girl? I'm the only present mature girl here," she shrugged it off completely ignoring murderous stares of other girls.

"Such pettiness. If it ain't proving you're little girl, so your other traits do." Kawaki stood up and walked over to her in an attempt to perhaps run away from unnecessary attention.

"Just because I'll let that comment slide doesn't mean I'm a little girl," she clarified.

"Yeah, yeah. Where are you going?" From what Sumire knew from the rumours it was strange Kawaki was that calm while interacting with her. Maybe the main reason for it was that Hokage gave him an instruction to respect her? It didn't mean she personally gained Kawaki's respect and trust. At least not yet.

"To the tool shop. I need some things for my research and your next check-up." Sumire felt she could be honest in Kawaki's presence. Even when she was spending time with her friends from academy days, she was acting to some degree. But Kawaki wasn't her friend from the academy, so she didn't see why she should bother with all theatrics. That guy could see through her acting anyway.

"I'll go with you," Kawaki stated with confidence. Sumire suspected it was because he wanted to make sure she's telling the truth. The more time she spends with him, she's more convinced he holds some grudge against science, or to be precise experiments.

"Suit yourself." It was the only thing she could tell. Rest of the day was filled with complete silence between her and Kawaki.

Their second encounter was more casual, they even made a small conversation. Kawaki didn't trust or respect her, but she made progress.

Sumire was aware that getting to know Kawaki will require having a lot of patience and time. Because she had a hard past as well, she probably understood it more than anyone else. Perhaps. She wasn't a mind reader, so maybe Kawaki is right in calling her a little girl.

Sumire made the first step in stopping being dependent on Boruto. Instead of her usual two-braids, she changed her hairstyle into braided-bun. She still didn't want to cut her hair to respect the memory of her mother.

"Your bun looks nice", commented Akita while they were working together yesterday. Sumire liked that change herself. It was the first change she made to strive towards her goal of being more independent.

From now on she wanted to live her own life not being dependent or completely influenced by others. She'll grow to be a beautiful, independent, confident woman that can hold her own ground. Hey, maybe she could be a famous scientist in the future?! That would be nice.

"What do you think, Nue?" she asked her first friend and companion. Sumire decided to summon this still little monkey and was happily explaining everything that happened when he wasn't summoned. Nue just nodded approving decision Sumire made. Spending time with her long-time friend really helped her to feel refreshed.

Recently her days were filled with leading some projects, doing routine check-ups on Kawaki mecha-hand and going out to Konoha shopping district to have all needed materials. She saw and initiated the conversation with her old friends but had the best contact with Denki, Iwabe, Metal Lee, Wasabi and Namida. It's strange how time can change the structure of your relationships.

"Yo, little mechanic girl," Kawaki entered the lab and Sumire sighed. Because of him 'little mechanic girl' started to be a nickname used by her co-workers.

"I'm not the little mechanic girl. I'm growing up, you know?" Well, her words weren't taken seriously by Kawaki at all. At least he didn't show his usual short-temper. He once called Sarada an 'asshole' during one of his bad days.

"You're still far from being mature. Changing the way you tie your hair up ain't changing that." This sort of conversation started to be a welcoming ritual between them. Kawaki always called her a 'little mechanic girl', she denied it by saying she's mature just for him to refute by stating she's still immature.

Sumire started to work by doing the usual check-up. It will consume some time to make it, but she created the formula for mecha-hands designed for people with hard to identify chakra.

"Ain't you too much serious today?" Kawaki chose the wrong moment to talk.

"How do you manage to talk when I try to focus and be silent when I want to talk?" she decided to ask. It was rare for Kawaki to be in a talkative mood. Sumire was usually the one that was doing all the talking.

"Don't you remember? You challenged me subtly during our first meeting. Ain't it normal I'm testing if you're really trustworthy?" Kawaki looked at her like it was the first time he's genuinely interested in how she responds.

"I suppose it is. Trust after all is something you build up just with people you want to put faith in." Yes, it was the answer Sumire reached after thinking through her past actions. She regretted them, was grateful for a receiving second chance, but the feeling of guilt welling up inside her mind never left her side.

"That doesn't mean they're good people," he scowled. Considering this conversation triggered her bad memories, Sumire was assuming it could trigger some bad memories for Kawaki too.

"In that case perhaps we're more similar than we initially thought," Sumire concluded the subject. Rest of the check-up they spend in their usual silence.

Sumire knew that she was far from gaining Kawaki trust and respect. However, now she could understand him a little bit better as a person.

Her hard work to change paid off. Not only her hairstyle was fitting for her new image of a future scientist but her clothes too. Maybe she'll manage to really be acknowledged as mature by Kawaki. She honestly doubted it, but she could always hope.

"And mecha-hand suitable for that stubborn donkey that can't admit I'm mature is finished!" Sumire happily admired the polished result.

"Ain't this sort of comments proving you're still a little mechanic girl?" Kawaki raised his eyebrow. Sumire wasn't even surprised he entered the lab without knocking. She was more worried she couldn't even notice he was here until he spoke to her.

"Oh, you're here. Good, I need to make few final adjustments." Sumire ignoring his comment meant they were going into silence mode. There was a lot she had to work on today. For example, swapping Lord Seventh mecha-hand with mecha-hand created for Kawaki needs.

After the final adjustments, Sumire was satisfied it was over. Six-months of hard work and regular check-up meetings with Kawaki to create mecha-hands designed for civilians were worth it.

"How do you feel with using your new mecha-hand? It's adjusted to your body size, so it should make your movement easier. " Sumire needed to jot down Kawaki input just in case she needed to make more adjustments.

"It feels strange using another artificial hand, but I think I'll manage." Kawaki opinion was helpful, even if he was lost in thought looking at the ceiling of the lab.

"In that case, we can limit our check-ups to two meetings every month." Sumire decided and got his approval.

"I think you'll remain a little mechanic girl, but among all scientists, I know I respect you the most," Kawaki whispered, which didn't escape Sumire's attention that this time had on her real smile.

Sumire still couldn't describe her relationship with Kawaki, but his respect towards her meant a lot. During these past six months, she started to respect him too. Though, she wasn't sure where their mutual respect for each other will lead to.

Sumire mainly worked staying the entire day inside the lab, so taking a day off felt like a strange phenomenon for her. Just like they agreed on Kawaki regularly visited the lab for check-ups two times every month. That helped them to start to be on more friendly terms.

Sort of friends. Neither she or Kawaki openly called their relationship a friendship. Even after they managed to open up a little about the past family problems they had in common.

Having shitty fathers was the things that they both shared. It's no wonder Sumire felt the need to gain Kawaki's trust. She sensed some sort of solidarity with someone who went through a hard life in relatively peaceful times.

"I didn't see you in Konoha shopping district in a while little mechanic girl." Kawaki whistled some strange tune saying his greetings.

"It wouldn't hurt you to say sometimes my name. I always am open to small changes." Sumire stretched out trying to relax.

"Ain't you usually busy?" Kawaki had his usual bored expression.

"I have a day off today. Want to go with me admire the beautiful lake near the village?" Sumire question was answered by his grumbling that she interpreted as 'yes'.

The view just like she heard was really breathtaking. Clear azure lake, trees surrounding the landscape, chirping birds and presence of not many people made this place ideal for making her more relaxed.

"Sumire." That's why Kawaki sudden use of her name startled her. The moment he did it was the moment she was caught off guard.

"Yes?" It was her automatic response.

"You're still a little mechanic girl. Calling you by name or not ain't changing that." She thought he wanted to talk about something serious, but it turned out to be his attempt to mislead her!

"I'm more mature than you think!" She went into her memorised response.

They closed the distance between each other at the same time. Sumire spaced out for a moment but before she noticed she and Kawaki was sharing a passionate kiss. She didn't have any idea who kissed who first, but at this point, she just enjoyed the thrill of it.

Both of them were wrestling with each other for a while before landing into more intimate position. Taking short breaks to catch a breath between kissing didn't stop their fight for dominance over the other.

When Sumire thought the winner of her internal fight with Kawaki will be decided by moving a few steps further, she heard familiar footsteps.

"I can't believe Sasuke won popularity contest for the coolest looking dad of the year!" Lord Seventh shouted accidentally walking into them and seeing quite an intimate position the youngsters were in.

Sumire distanced herself from Kawaki that send an angry glare towards Lord Seventh.

"Did I interrupt something?" Naruto Uzumaki let out a nervous chuckle. He wanted to appear as cool guy in front of his adopted son.

"N-No, not at all! I-I was just checking if Kawaki's mecha-hand is working without any problems." Sumire lied in her panic.

"She's my mechanic, after all, ain't she?" Kawaki lied to Lord Seventh appearing to be calm, but Sumire could tell he was equally confused by the whole situation.

"Is that so? I suppose every person feels the spring of youth just like says Rock Lee, even if it's overwhelming sometimes, ya know?" Naruto concluded scratching the back of his head.

This certainly was awkward. After a short explanation from Lord Seventh that killed the mood Sumire was in, she decided to head back home saying some sort of excuse she already forgot.

Now she couldn't define the relationship she shared with Kawaki at all. Friends weren't kissing each other in the way they did. They weren't dating either. Love wasn't out of the question, but with the type of person, Kawaki is expecting any sort of confession when they were both confused about their feelings wasn't the best course of action.

It'll take a lot of patience to define the relationship she has with Kawaki, but Sumire was alright with that. Some people need more time than others to sort out their emotions. Kawaki acknowledged her as his mechanic in front of Lord Seventh.

For now, it's enough she's his mechanic.

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𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑓𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑

bucky barnes x f!avenger!reader

summary: bucky barnes is an old man when it comes to the 21st century, but he shows you that being old fashioned isn’t all too bad... 

wc: 3.4k 

warning(s): one mention of sex, alcohol, and a sprinkle of taylor swift song references

a/n: this is me coming back from the dead to offer u this self-indulgent fic of an idea i’ve had in my drafts forever. feedback, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated! thank you to all who are still here reading my work, love u all <3

It was the way you scrunch your nose at his request that made his stomach feel weird as he stood at the bar with brows raised at your clear disapproval of his drink choice. 

“An Old Fashioned? Really Barnes? And here I was thinking you couldn’t sound any older,” you snort, fumbling around the bar for a glass and the bottle of bourbon. 

Bucky playfully rolls his eyes at your remark, not unfamiliar with your constant jabs at his age. If it were anyone else, he would’ve shut them down immediately but you weren’t just anyone. You were you with your teasing words and irresistible smile that constantly drew him in. Who always made sure Tony restocked the fridge with pineapple juice just because he started to take a liking to it. You who stayed with him through his nightmares and accompanied him to his therapy sessions as if it were the most normal thing in the world. If it were anyone else, yeah he would’ve given them hell. But it was you and he didn’t mind it as long as it meant spending a second more with you. 

“I think you could use a Sex on the Beach.” 

Your words pull him from his thoughts, a scorching heat rushing up the back of his neck to his cheeks. “A-a what?” He stutters, obviously flustered. 

An angelic laugh leaves your pillow like lips as you push his cocktail to him across the bar counter. “You know, like the drink? Unless you actually wanted some sex on the beach then I could probably find someone to help you with that.” You wink at him before taking a sip from your own brightly colored concoction. 

He clears his throat and takes a long swig from his glass. “Uhm, no. No, I'm good.” 

“Suit yourself,” you shrug with a mischievous glint in your eye. 

Bucky was sure his heart was going to jump out of his chest if you kept looking at him like that. Before he can think of anything else to tell you Wanda is stumbling up to the bar, practically shrieking in his ear as she begs you to join her on the dance floor. 

There’s a split second of hesitation in your response to her, so quick Bucky is sure he almost missed it, when your eyes flit to his. But then you’re putting your drink down with that signature smile of yours that he’s sure will give him a heart attack someday. 

“Watch this for me, will ya?” Your eyes are slightly glossed over from the alcohol, lighting up when his gaze meets yours. 

Before he could even utter a response, Wanda is clumsily dragging you to the dance floor. He takes a long sip of his Old Fashioned as he watches you move surrounded by colleagues and friends, unable to stop his wandering thoughts from thinking of you. 

_____

“Look at you bundled up all nice and cozy.” 

It was second nature for him to roll his eyes at every moment he heard the bothersome voice of Sam Wilson. He ignores Sam’s comment, wrapping his scarf around his neck. 

“Where are you headed, cyborg?”

“None of your business, fly boy,” Bucky grumbles back, now tugging on his boots. All he wanted to do was leave the tower and take a silent, and unbothered, stroll through the city. His therapist said it would be a good way for him to get out of his head and his room. He would be doing just that if it weren’t for Sam’s incessant jokes and commentary. Bucky was too caught up in firing back at Sam to notice your presence looming behind him. 

“Where you going, Buck?” 

The sound of your voice almost has him tripping over his boots, and Sam notices, with narrowed eyes and crossed arms. It didn’t take a genius like Tony and Bruce to know that underneath all the metal and leather, Bucky Barnes was harboring undeniable feelings for his fellow Avenger. The lingering touches and not so secretive stares were just the icing on the cake of his attraction to you. Sam noticed how Bucky got a little too antsy when you weren’t in his line of sight on missions. Or how Bucky knew exactly how you took your cup of tea in the morning and that you couldn’t drink it unless you used your favorite mug. 

Sam continued to quietly observe his two friends, smiling to himself at Bucky’s boyish grin as you toyed with the ends of his scarf. 

“Can I come with you?” you question with a smile. 

“What-Can you… you want to come with me?” He stutters, clearly surprised at your interest in such a mundane activity. 

“Yeah, I could even drive so you don’t have to walk so far,” you shrug nonchalantly, pulling on your coat. 

“I appreciate the offer, doll, but I’m ok going on an old fashioned walk.” 

The frown that pulls at your lips almost has Bucky taking back those words in an instant. 

“But it’s freezing out there!” 

It’s his turn to shrug. “I run warm.” 

A huff escapes your lips as you grab your winter hat off the rack near the door and situate it over your head. “Ok, fine but I’m still coming with you.” 

“But it’s freezing out there!” He mimics your earlier concern. 

“Then good thing I have a warm super soldier to hold on to along the way.” Looping your arm around his without a second thought, you holler, “See ya, Sam, we’re going walking!” over your shoulder and turn to Bucky with a grin. “Ready?” 

His heart skips a beat from the warmth of your closeness, giving him a nice whiff of your scent that he loved so much. “Ready.” 

“Have fun, lovebirds!” Sam teases from the couch with a smug smile on his face. 

Bucky turns around with irritation on his features. “Shut up,” is all he mouths before turning around and tugging you out the door. 

Little did he know that you were freezing your butt off from the cold. However you weren’t bothered in the slightest because you got to bury yourself a little closer in Bucky’s arms and heart that day. 

_____

Dearest Y/N, 

Not a day goes by that I don’t think of just how much more interesting this mission would be if you were here. Steve is currently rolling his eyes and calling me dramatic as he reads me write this over my shoulder, but it’s true. At least if you were here, you’d be telling me jokes through the comms to keep me slightly sane. Missions are always more fun when I’m with you. Anyways, just thought you’d like to add another postcard to your collection. I’ll see you when I get back. 

Ciao from Florence, 

James B. Barnes 

P.S. I know I could’ve sent you electronic mail, an “email” (Steve just told me what they were called). But doing things the old-fashioned way as you’d call it, is just more meaningful, don’t you think? 

Your lips lift up involuntarily at the postcard in your hands illustrated with a beautiful portrait of Florence's iconic red roofed cathedral and Bucky’s loopy handwriting. Reading the heartfelt message once more, you can’t help the audible giggle that leaves your lips catching Natasha’s attention from across the room. 

“What’s got you all giggly over there?” She asks despite already knowing the answer to her own question. You ignore her so she asks again. “Does it have something to do with that pretty postcard from a certain someone?” 

The sing-song tease of her voice snaps you from your daze and you abruptly stand from your seat. “No,” you simply respond, heat running up your neck to your cheeks and ears. 

Natasha rolls her eyes at your obviously blatant lie. “And I wasn’t a trained assassin. C’mon Y/N, it’s ok to say you have feelings for him.” 

“I do not have feelings for him!” You exclaim defensively. “Sure, I have completely platonic feelings for Bucky. But it’s not like I’m in love with him or anything…” 

“I only said feelings, I never said in love,” Natasha smirks. 

“Stop accusing me of things that aren’t true! I am not in love with Bucky!” Your labored breaths fill the empty space of the living room. 

“You’re not?” A soft voice peeps from behind you. 

Your hand flies up to your chest as you turn to meet her. “Wanda, you scared me,” you sigh. Catching your breath, you say, “I’m not what, Wanda?” 

“In love with Bucky,” she states almost as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. 

“No, I’m not ok? Why are you guys making this such a big deal?” You let out exasperatedly, flopping back down on the loveseat you were previously seated on. 

“No reason.” 

“Because you obviously are!” 

Wanda’s stare nervously shifts between you and Natasha as you run a tired hand down your face. Wanda was nervous because Natasha was right. You obviously were. Even without her unconsciously feeling the love that radiated between the two of you when you were in the same room, anyone with eyes would be able to see that you loved him just as much as Bucky loved you. Between the scarred and dysfunctional family she lived with and the natural heaviness that came with the job you all signed up for, the lightness of the love you two shared was endearing. She only wished the two of you would stop dancing around your feelings and save everyone from the agony of watching you two pine over each other. 

“Even if I was, which I’m not,” you reiterate, “it wouldn’t matter because he doesn’t feel the same way about me. End of story.” 

“No, not end of story!” Natasha frustratingly sighs at your stubbornness. Taking a breath to calm her rising temper, she sits beside you with a gentle hand on your knee. “Look, I know that feelings are scary– especially feelings as strong as love– but one day Bucky’s going to wake up and decide he’s done waiting for you. And when that day comes, you’re going to regret not acting sooner. As someone speaking from experience, trust me.” 

You almost break your resolve, but then you’re frantically shaking your head and on your feet once more. “I’m really sorry about what happened with you and Bruce, Nat. But I’m not you and I’m not in love with Bucky. So there’s nothing for me to regret.” You knew it was a low blow, but you didn’t want to talk about this anymore. Without another word, you rush out of the room, heading straight to the gym to clear your mind. 

“She didn’t mean it, you know,” Wanda reassured. 

“Why didn’t you just tell her what you felt?” Natasha knew you didn’t and chose to ignore your comment. 

“Because it’s not my place to say. Besides, she should tell him the old-fashioned way, don’t you think?” A knowing smile falls upon Wanda’s features as Natasha playfully shakes her head, recalling the glimpse of the postcard she got while getting the mail. 

____ 

“What do you mean you’ve never been dancing?” 

You shrug sheepishly under his intense gaze. “I don’t know.” 

“You mean no one’s ever asked you to dance, ever?” He incredulously asks again. 

“Nope.” You confirm. 

Bucky’s mouth is agape at your words, stunned at your confession that you’ve never been out dancing. He’s been to Stark’s parties and he knows that people are constantly out on the dance floor. The type of dancing people do nowadays is completely different than in the 40s, the slow dancing is the same. He could not believe that a beautiful dame such as yourself has never been asked to dance. Though, he will admit that he was kind of relieved that no one has because it meant he had a chance. 

“Come on.” Bucky holds out his hand to you. “Dance with me.” 

“What?” You giggle. “Right here? Right now?” You glance around the empty kitchen and slightly open refrigerator. 

“Right here. Right now. The old-fashioned way. No fancy clothes or lavish bands. Just you and me.” He confirms with a cheeky smile. “Please?” 

The way he jutted out his bottom lip and looked at you with wide eyes were just too hard to resist. With a loud, over exaggerated sigh, you clasp your hand in his. “Just a warning, I have two left feet. So if you love your toes, I suggest you back out now.” 

Bucky laughs before pulling you closer and snaking his flesh arm around your waist. “Nothing I can’t handle,” he winks, making your stomach turn upside down. 

Curse him and his naturally charming looks, you think as you bring your other arm around his neck. 

You’re close enough that you could feel every puff of breath he lets out by your ear and you swallow down the words that are threatening to crawl up your throat. You feel lightheaded, although you’re not sure if it’s from his scent invading your senses, the soft squeeze at your waist, or your rapid heart beat. It’s probably all of the above. 

He sways the two of you gently in small circles around the kitchen, humming a gentle tune in your ear. Where this sudden rush of courage came from? Bucky wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t opposed to it at all. Not when it got him this close to you with your chest against his and lips mere inches away from his. He was so close. If only he could get the words out. 

You step on his socked feet a couple of times, embarrassingly whispering apologies under your breath before hiding in the crook of his neck. But he doesn’t mind and only holds you tighter. Holding you against him, feeling your body against his felt so right. It was in that moment as the two of you swayed in the yellow tint of the refrigerator light, completely consumed by one another, that he realized that he was irrevocably in love with you. No one and nothing could get between his love for you. He was all in. 

_____

To say Bucky was nervous is an understatement. He was absolutely terrified as he stood in front of the rest of the Avengers recounting his proposal. His palm was sweating and heart was racing. His teammates on the other hand, were ecstatic. Wanda and Nat were holding onto each other with the biggest grins he’s ever seen. Steve had his hands on his hips looking like a proud father and Sam had a look that screamed “I told you so.” Tony let out an anguished “Finally!” while Clint awkwardly fist bumped Vision who had a small smile on his face. 

“Do you think you guys could help me out?”  

A chorus of agreements fell from his friends’ lips as he was bombarded with an avalanche of questions. Bucky let out a relieved sigh as he answered as many of their questions as possible. The next hour and a half went by smoothly, much smoother than he had expected considering the team’s reputation to bicker about everything. 

When the sound of the elevator sounded through the floor Bucky hastily shoved the team into the hallway with a finger to his lips. He frantically fixed his hair and adjusted his shirt before taking a deep breath and awaiting your arrival. 

There were flowers everywhere. Bouquets upon bouquets of your favorite flower wrapped in tissue paper of your favorite color littered the room. A soft gasp of surprise leaves your lips as you continue your way around the floor, following the clear trail the flowers had formed. You continued your way down, laughing quietly to yourself at the abundance of flowers you came across. Until a familiar figure at the end of the trail caught your attention. You’d know those broad shoulders and rigid stance anywhere. 

“Bucky?” you whisper into the dimly lit hallway. 

He steps forward with a small smile on his face, meeting you halfway. “Hey, Y/N.” 

A plethora of hushed whispers and giggles reaches your ears as you peer over his shoulder to see the silhouettes of your team members hunched behind him. “What’s all this?” 

“It’s for you,” he says. 

“For me?” You choke out, both pleasantly surprised and confused at his words. “Why?” 

Bucky takes another step forward and cradles your face in the palm of his calloused flesh. Gently stroking your cheek bone he softly confesses, “Because I want to ask you on a date.” 

You’re taken aback by his confession, giggling at the simplicity of his request and the grandness of a gesture that accompanied it. “Then just ask me, Barnes,” you begged, chest stuttering with each intake of breath you take. 

“I gotta do this right, doll. I already asked for your family’s blessing and they said yes,” he briefly turns towards the group of superheroes behind him with a slight scoff, making you giggle. “Now I gotta court you and when the time’s right, we’ll go on that date, yeah? But only if you let me court you first.” 

You chuckle at his petition with watery eyes as you reach up to hold his wrist gently. “It’s the 21st century, Bucky, you don’t have to do all that.” 

“I know, but I want to do this the old-fashioned way. The right way.” He stares longingly into your eyes, wordlessly begging for you to say yes. 

“Ok,” you let out softly, nodding your head. 

“Yeah?” He’s smiling wider than you thought possible, now holding your face with two hands. 

“Yeah.” You beam back, letting the tears that gathered upon your lash line finally spill down your cheeks when he pulls you to his chest. 

The whoops and hollers from the team are muffled as you let everything about Bucky consume you. His arms, his warmth, his scent. Every moment the two of you have ever shared. The laughs, the cries, the pain. The worry of seeing him in the infirmary after a mission. The butterflies from being around him. The love you feel when surrounded by him. It all became clear to you now. You were irrevocably in love with Bucky Barnes and for once you weren’t afraid to admit it.

_____

The vintage drone of Etta James filtered through Bucky’s ears as he groggily made his way into the kitchen. He’s met with the sight of you standing at the stove with nothing but his shirt on, just barely brushing the back of your thighs. A content sigh leaves his lips as each step he made brought him closer to you. Finally in arms reach, he wraps himself around you and plants a soft kiss against the skin of your neck. 

“Good afternoon,” you chuckled as you quickly returned his sentiment with a kiss to his hair. 

“Come back to bed,” he groans, stubble scratching at your skin. 

“No way, mister. It’s four in the afternoon! A whole day is gone. Besides, who’s going to keep these pancakes from burning?” 

“Screw the pancakes! Bed, please,” he whines. 

You shake your head with a soft smile at the baby of a man in your hold. A reply doesn’t leave your lips until you’ve finished the last of the pancake batter, plating the remaining batch. “Alright, you big baby, let’s go,” you playfully scolded. 

Bucky’s head shoots up at your words, eyes shining in approval. His grip doesn’t leave yours as the two of you stumble to the bedroom. Once the two of you enter the room, Bucky is immediately falling onto the bed with you still in his grasp, pulling you so you’re right on top of him. With both his arms still wrapped around your waist, he grins, finally satisfied to have you back in bed. “I love you,” he mumbles into your shoulder. 

You pull away slightly to meet his gaze that’s already set on yours. Bringing a hand up to his face, you softly stroke his jawline with your thumb before leaning in and placing a gentle, yet passionate, kiss onto his lips just as you have a million times before. The familiarity of it all makes Bucky sigh, pulling you closer as your lips move in a dance that is already second nature to you both. A muttered series of “I love you’s” were whispered against his lips as the two of you laid there exchanging passionate kisses and proclamations of love. The two of you didn’t rest until the golden glow of the setting sun filtered through your bedroom, kissing your skin just as he kissed yours. 

He held you as you slept, thanking the stars above for leading him to this moment. Bucky Barnes finally found peace and it was all because of his old-fashioned love.

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Mr. Steal your Girl

Suguru Getou x Reader

Summary: After Getou catches Gojo cheating on you, he finally becomes fed up with his bestfriend's bullshit. So, he does the mature thing, he goes and tell you what happened, and makes you his in the process.

Note: I had this thought in my mind forever, so I naturally write it down to preserve it. Please take this offering as my first unholy sacrifice to the Jujutsu Kaisen fandom. Please enjoy!

Warnings: This is NSFW! This is Smut! Please don't read it if you are uncomfortable with those things. Cheating (from Gojo), Sex, fluff, Reader is Female and or has Female anatomy , and Angst (Cross posted on my ao3).

When Suguru Getou, your boyfriend's best friend, and your good friend came knocking on your door after 8:00, you honestly didn't know what to expect. Was he injured? Your line of work was notorious for that. So, when you peered through your key hole to see his slender eyed face distraught, your first instinct is to open the door.

"Suguru what happened?" You say in a lower and mellow tone of your normal voice as to display concern. "Are you hurt?"

"No no, you got the wrong idea!" His black maned body lifted in his hand in a slight waving motion as a common action to calm someone down. "However, I have something to tell you. Can I come in?"

"Of course you're my friend, and I'm always here for you! Next time can you give me a little warning will ya?"

"Yeah, of course (Y/N)." He said while moving his body through your apartment's entrance, and swiftly plopping himself on your couch next to your body, already sitting there.

"Oh!" You say remembering something. "Do you want anything to drink or eat? I've got some left over pizza in the fridge if you want it! Hold on let me just go get it."

You quickly push your hands onto the cloth underneath you to lift your weight off of the couch, only to have your arm be weighted down gently by the man next to you.

"You don't need to get me anything (Y/N). Plus, I don't have an appetite right now anyway. Can you sit back down I really need to tell you this?"

He looked you dead in the eyes. Onyx eyes swirled with not their usual playfulness, but uncertainty and concern instead. Triggering you to sit back down on the fabric below you with the same feelings.

"What's wrong Suguru?"

"Well you see....." Words fell dry in his mouth. How was he supposed to tell you this without making you cry? He never wants to make you unhappy. He especially doesn't want you to cry because his friend is skank, and a piece of shit.

He looked over to you with sadness in his eyes, swirling in them with glassiness around the iris'. He thought about all of the times he looked to see you so happy with him, lips letting out gorgeous laughter, mouth curling into a beautiful smile, and your excitement burst at something with joy. But then his mind went to the blonde bouncing on Satoru's cock, moans leaving her mouth that were supposed to be coming out of yours for him. While she was pretty, she didn't nearly compare to you, and while she was sexy he couldn't even be slightly attracted at the thing bound to ruin your relationship. It angered him, enraged him, that his friend was stupid enough to hurt or give up something like you. However, his stupidity gave him a a direct chance to finally get what he wanted. I guess he could thank his dumb platinum blonde of a friend for that.

"Satoru is cheating on you."

"What?" You said, but you could hear him completely fine. It was out of disbelief.

"Look (Y/N), I'm really sorry. This probably isn't how you wanted to fine out. I just walked in on it, and I couldn't just not tell you when I was, you know.... there."

More and more consoling words spilt from his mouth in an effort to comfort you, but you cease to even register them as you started crying. Salty tears started to trickle from your eyes, and down your cheeks. You felt embarassed, jealous, and sad all at the same time. You knew of his past behavior, why did you expect anything to change?

"Wow, I'm an complete idiot."

"What (Y/N)?! Don't say shit like that! That's completely untrue. You're talented, funny, you-"

"Suguru, I knew of his past behaviors, I let my feelings ignore them, and I expected him to change. I'm a fool for that."

Why would you think he would change. Fuck, you gave your heart to the wrong person. You should have known! The trickle of droplets cascading down your face only started to grow even more. You didn't want to be crying in front of your friend. You didn't want to be crying at all! This was your fault for failing to see that people hardly change.

To Suguru it was heartbreaking to see you in a condition like this. If Gojou was anyone other than his best friend he would have beaten him to a pulp already.

"Hey, Suguru." You say, voice cracking as you tried to hold it together, and peaking your head up slightly from the position pressed into your knees.

"Yeah (Y/N)?"

"Could you give me a minute to cry this out, alone? I don't like you seeing me like this."

"Okay. I'll go into the other room, but I'm not leaving you completely alone when you're emotionally distressed."

"Thanks Guru'." You say as he left to go into the other room, away from your water works.

"Anything for you (Y/N)."

With him finally gone could finally let it all out, and truly just let yourself cry. Now, not having to worry about embarrassing yourself in front of your friend. Your eyes turned puffy the more you let out your pent up emotions. The same eyes turned redder the more you let out your anger because of the situation (through your tears). Red eyes turned your shirt wet, and completely soaked from the water streaming down your face. However, the more you let it out, the more you started to let it go. Yes it hurt, but no it wasn't something you couldn't recover from. Yes you were losing your friend, but no you weren't losing Suguru from this because he wouldn't be here right now if he was siding with Gojou. You hands drifted to your phone to text your best friend, Shoko, what happened.

Gojo cheated on me. Your fingers glided to press into the screen.

You waited fo couple of minutes, well only one, until a notification lit up your screen in response to your text.

You're kidding me

That son of a bitch, want me to murk him?

Do you need me to come over?

Multiple messages came bombarding in one go. You were glad to see that she was as pissed as you were. Making you halt your crying into snickering and laughter at your friend's eagerness.

No you don't need to come over

I know u r working, and Guru' is already here

He's the one who told be

Another light flashed onto your screen.

Okay, just tell me if you need anything

Luv you babes!

She never failed to make you smile, even if she was sneaking a smoke. In which that you hated.

Luv u too

"I heard laughter so I assumed if it was safe to come back in."

A certain man came around the corner with a glass of water and cloth his hands.

"Yeah you're right, Shoko is the best sometimes."

You felt a large weight lower half of the couch, coincidently lifting your eye level up to be more on par with a certain pair of slender ones.

"I brought you some water, crying drains a lot out of you, and I don't want you to get dehydrated."

"Thanks Guru, it means a lot."

You take the cup from his hand. Your fingers met with his fingers and the glass as you shifted the water from his to your hands. Then to lifting it to your lips you take a large gulp of it. Causing a little drop of water to dribble down your chin in the process of your refreshment.

As the water dripped down your chin you felt a thumb connect with your check, slowly making it's way down your skin to your lips and chin to imprison the that had escaped onto it's creases.

"Hey (Y/N) I have a damp cloth right here to help with the swelling of your eyes. Can you close them for a sec?"

"Sure."

With your eyes now closed you felt a cool presence over your eyes, but it did more than help the swelling in your eyes. It also calmed you down, but you knew it wasn't the cloth that was calming you down. It was the male pressing it gently into your face. And the one that gently removed it from your eyes when the right amount of time had passed.

Unveiling your eyes you look to Suguru who was currently placing the items he had gotten for you on to the table in front of the two of your.

"Guru' "

"Yeah (Y/N)?"

"Come here."

You said come here, but you didn't actually wait for him to move as you want to him first enveloping him in your grasp with a hug. Your head burying into his shoulders and chest.

"Thank you Suguru, for everything."

"No problem (Y/N), are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah I'm okay, I just wish I could forget about him."

"I could make you forget about him."

"What?"

"I said" Hot breath fanned across your ear, while you didn't know if it was the intimate position that the two of you were in, or it was the black haired man that was unbelievable gorgeous talking that sent shivers down your spine. "I could make you forget."

"Please (Y/N), let me make you forget." That last sentence was the last one needed to shift the mood completely. What was a light hearted one now turned heavy from the impending building lust that the two of you secretly shared for the longest time.

You felt hot lips trail down your neck, slow kisses dancing across the expanse of your skin down, only to quickly trail back up to your ear, and then your jaw. Wetness was placed right next to your lips, but not onto them.

Onyx eyes pierced into yours looking for a awnser. They swirled with want, desire, and love as they looked at your right in front of you. It was so intoxicating that you could help yourself from being completely lost in them.

"Suguru, please make me forget." You let out with a needy whine, wanting to get lost in his lips more than anything.

Then predatory orbs locking in on it's prey, and he pounced onto you locking you into a seering kiss as lips collided, and you were pinned under him.

His lips glued themselves to yours, hot, needy, and loving. They constantly alternated from hot, lustful, rushed kisses to slow, romantic, loving one that were offering you all he had to offer. You missed the feeling of them on you when he pulled away.

"You want to forget (Y/N)? I'll make you forget that that ungrateful bastard ever touched you, and that all you can think about it is my fat cock inside of you. You want that don't you?" Finishing his sentence he attached his slips to the sweat spot on you neck, causing you to silt your head, and grind your clothed sex onto the knee pinning you down to the couch.

"Please."

"Great, but lets get you undressed first, I want to see all of you when I ruin you. Strip for me, I bet you can do that angel can't you?" To allow you to put on a show for him he sat back onto the couch, staring at you with a ferocious hunger that was about to be fulfilled.

Obediently you sat yourself up onto the couch, and hooked your arms onto the bottom of your shirt to reveal your barren body with glorious feature to him.

"Fuck princess, no bra? Dirty girl~" He latched himself onto your breasts. Caressing, pinching, pulling with his right hand on one breast, and his mouth, sucking, teasing, and squeezing the other playful mound of flesh. He slowed his ruthless pace to speed in up then slow it down, again, again, and again. Alternating which breast got which part of his body, and it was driving you insane. And you couldn't help Letting out little whispers, whines, and groans as he did.

"Guru, stop teasing me please."

"I'll stop teasing you when you when I stop finding you amazing, because fuck I could play with you like this forever."

"Guru, please touch my cunt, please!" You said, letting out a whine, and bucking to his erection trapped in his sweats as you did so.

"Using dirty words I see. Princesses shouldn't talk like that darling, but who am I to not give pleasure to someone who's so honest about her needs. I'll give you what you want baby, lift your hips for me."

With no reason to reject his off you do was he says, allowing him to slip off your pants, and little white panties in one go. Giving him a full view of your glistening sex dripping with arousal from teasing. Begging to be touched as it pulsated.

"Wet already darling?"

You gasped airily, as you felt him insert a much need finger into your dying cunt. Finally giving your pussy the attention it it needed with big thick milky fingers.

"Fuck baby you're so tight, I'm going to have to prepare you to make sure I don't hurt you because I would hate to see that."

Speeding up his finger he forced for of it into your pussy lips stretching you out in the process. Pumping strongly with fingers curling up towards your womb he hit all of the right spots inside your walls as he added another finger. Causing you to squirm and wiggle under his grasp pleasing his eyes with the amazing sight.

Feeling bad that you were being given all of the attention, you slowly reach to try to touch him, only to have your wrist snatched up with his other free hand.

"Bad baby, shouldn't you know know not to touch people without their permission? Naughty."

He brought the soft curve of your hand up to his mouth to give it a tender kiss. Only for seconds later to bring into down to your clit, and forcefully guiding you hand to out pressure on the little sensitive flesh button causing as he move your hand to circle it.

This building burning pressure turned to be too much to handle as you felt a familiar sensation burn in your lower stomach as your body prepared itself to cum. Fluttering around his fingers in the process.

"Do you need to cum?" Suguru said while gazing his eyes into yours, speeding up his finger even more than you could imagine. Rending you speechless as you gave him a rapid nod in response.

"You have to use your words baby."

"Please Suguru, please let me cum!"

"Do it baby."

The sensation bursted through your lower body as you finally got the release you deserved. Suguru encased your lips into a lustful action as you whined into his mouth pouring slick all over his fingers.

Greedily while looking right at you he swirled his knuckles into his mouth a lapped your juices with delight, and a grin on his face pleased with his work.

He looked at you with a grin on his face, and a naughty twinkle in his eye that made you know what he was going to say next while slightly pulling down his sweat and boxers to reveal a juicy cock. Long, thick, trimmed, clean. Who new your Ex boyfriend's best friend was packing more than he was? I made you wiggle with anticipation. "I think you're ready baby for my cock, do you want it?"

"Yes please, fuck me now, in this pussy right here, I want to feel you so badly!"

"Someone's eager." He said letting out a heart chuckle. "Good thing you are because so am I."

Before you could even say anything he slipped you onto your stomach and slammed into you awaiting cunt all in one go. Affectively making you let out of scream.

"Suguru!" You let out with a yelp if pleasure, and surprise from the new invading stretch.

"Sorry I couldn't wait, fuck your so tight, if I had known I would have done this sooner."

He sunk himself fully into your pussy, then stalled waiting for your to adjust to the stretch of his member. Since you two were bearbacking he could feel every pulse of your pussy as it tried to accommodate his length. And he fucking loved.

Not being to contain himself any longer he pulled himself half way out, then slammed himself back in to see all of your fuck about expressions again and to hear you whine. God, he was going to get used to this.

Gripping your ass he made himself a slow but deep pace into your womenhood once again. He continued this again, and again, and again. Until he found himself speeding up and he drilled harder into your sex, loving he way he name founded when it was being screamed from your lips.

You found yourself having to try to control your breathing as to it not being completely blown away by the main raining to you from behind. His onslaught on your cunt made you abosulety breathless. You felt your pussy contracting the more you thought about the man pleasuring you, how did you not see all of him before this.

But your thoughts were ripped away as you felt a large hand grab your jaw forcing you to look up into predatory onyx eyes. The eye contact as he was hitting it from behind, having his balls pound into your clit, and your G-Spot throughly abused made you pussy quiver in anticipation of your release.

"(Y/N) are close to summing." He said. while completely continuing to fuck you without the slightest pause.

"Yes, umm hmm!" You say nodding as you still looked into his eyes, knowing his loved the contact.

"Fuck....." He said smirking at your wrecked form beneath him "Great." Then he took his hand off of your next to harshly rub your clit, causing you too spill your release over water than you. realized. Making you see white fuzz through the orgasm as he fucked you though it.

Now it was your turn to listen to his moans as seconds later he finished his thick cum on your ass as he flopped in exhaustion shortly after that onto his arms to entrap you under him into the couch cashing your breath.

Panting, Suguru flipped you over to sit you on his lap, curling your legs around his waist, sitting you up to face his intense gaze once again.

"I'm going to go clean you up okay." But just as he's about to lift the two fo you up you stop him momentarily.

"Suguru, will stay with me please?

"I thought that was a given, of course I'm staying, I'm going to run bath."

Placing a kiss on your forehead he brought you to your bathroom, and cleaned the two of you up. Slowly cleaning everything that may have been dirtied, caressing everything on your body, he held you in such a way that it just felt right to be like it.

And sure enough he was holding you in his arms in your sheets the next morning with no intentions of letting you go. Or letting you hear the door ring as his sorry ass of a bestfriend came to offer you an apology.

This was my first smut! How did I do you guys?

Part Two

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how the evans would act when they have a crush on u ^^

How The Evans Act When They Have A Crush On You & How They React When You Tell Them You Like Them Too

Award for the longest title goes tooooo... me!

JAMES SUCKS BUT I MAKE UP FOR IT BY DOING BOTH KYLE’S AND A DETAILED KIT

Two other requests-

Could I please request how the Evans would react to their best friend (reader) admitting they're in love with them? 

Heyo! I’m not sure how this would go but how would the Evan’s react to a nervous/insecure reader confessing to them?

-I hope this is satisfactory, even though I don’t think it’s what you two wanted<3

Enjoy! :)

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Tate

-Would always just be interested in you

-Wanting to help you, watch you, talk to you, just constantly be around you

-But he’d also be insecure whether he was annoying you, so occasionally he would make himself invisible and just watch you

-Whatever hobbies you had, he’d love to watch you do them, paint, draw, write, play games

-If you played any instrument he would love to lay on your bed and listen to you, no matter how good or bad you were

-He would leave little sweet messages on the chalkboard and leave little post-it notes for you to find

-They would have fun little facts about birds or other trivial stuff but you would find them cute

-The occasional fact about something romantic, like ‘Every time you kiss somebody, your heart beat increases by 10-15 beats per minute’

-He might go a little far and leave a message like ‘Your dress looked pretty’, which you would find creepy since you didn’t know Tate was a ghost

Kit

-He thought of ways to tell you how he felt but because it seemed like your family was gonna live in the murder house for a while, cause you were all settling in well, he didn’t want to risk losing his friendship with you, since you were the only ghost with whom he really got along

-You walked down to the basement and said his name in a sing song voice, “Tateeeee”, “Come out come out wherever you are!”

-He showed up and you asked him if he wanted to go out on a real date

-He was obviously nervous, because you didn’t know yet that he was a ghost, but when he hesitated and you looked upset, he said yes right away

-You ran up and hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, making him blush and laugh, and whilst you were at school, he got some things ready and got candles and a table cover so make your kitchen look like a restaurant

-He ordered McDonalds delivery and got your chicken nuggets under a serving platter for effect

- “We are dining on, nuggets of the chicken”

-Although you were a little disappointed and wanted to go out on a real date with him, you found his effort cute

-He definitely played footsie with you under the table the whole date

-Definitely walked you to your room

- “Well… this is me…”

- “Just wanted to make sure you got home safe”

-Kissed you

oh my god I got so carried away

-You would first meet Kit when you first come and move to Massachusetts

-One day you want to venture out and get an taxi to go to town, only a few minutes later to realise you don’t have your wallet

-You awkwardly tell the driver that if takes you back home quickly, you can get money and you will pay him right away

-But since Boston men aren’t usually so sweet, he just kicks you out, leaving you to wander the motorway alone late at night, far away from your home and hoping to quickly find somewhere to go

-Eventually you stumble upon a gas station, and as you walk up, a hand appearing on your shoulder makes you automatically turn around and push whoever touched you to the ground

-The man in blue uniform gets up slowly with his hands up defensively, “Hey hey, didn’t mean to startle ya, miss”

-You apologise, feeling stupid for this kind of encounter, but he doesn’t seem to mind as much as you’d think

- “It’s always nice to see a woman able to protect herself”, he smiles

-He offers to drive you home, and you thank him dearly, explaining to him that you don’t have a car yet, having only just moved here

-He offers to take you to buy one, knowing an awful lot about cars, and to convince you further, tells you that any man working in a car salon will try to sell a single lady a piece of junk for a high price

-You agree, thinking that the offer is sweet, and he takes you to buy yourself a car, to make the date even more fun, Kit tells you to pretend you’re an old married couple

- “Miss Walka over here needs a car, good Sir”

-At some point while looking at cars, Kit holds your hand and you don’t even notice

-He negotiates a good deal with the salesman, and you get a car together

- “Your husband just got you an awfully good deal, Madam, he’s a man who deserves a good meal and a cold beer if I’ve ever seen one”, the salesman laughs, signing the last of the papers before handing Kit the keys to your car. “Oh, he’ll get more than that”, you say to tease Kit, before smiling at him sweetly. Kit blinks at you, before turning back to the salesman and shaking his hand. As the two of you walk away, Kit looks at you in disbelief, the thought of your dirty words clearly plastered in his mind. “Did ya mean what you said back there?”. He says, as he opens the car door for you. “Whatever do you mean?”, you act stupid. “I was just pretending to be your wife, Mr Walka”

-When he has a crush on you, he gives you sooo many compliments

-Little dirty innuendos

-Would definitely call you and talk to you late night on the phone until one of you fell asleep (house phone if they had them)

-He’s the kind of person to tell you that he got a visit from a cute dog earlier at the gas station and it made him think of you

 Kyle

-Every time you go to get gas from Kit, he gives you only a little amount, so you have a reason to keep coming back

-One time when you go get gas from him, you forget your wallet again, and he teases you about it

-He lets you off and pays for your gas

- “I owe you, Mr Walka”

- “How about a date?”

-You smile at how confident he is, and nod excitedly, having been waiting for him to ask you for a while now

-Kit winks at you and waves as you drive off, completely melted inside about finally getting his girl

-Even though he’s always confident, he’s still a little shy and awkward around you when he sees you in class

-If all of his friends are in a class messing around, throwing stuff, being loud, and you walk it, he tells everybody to shut up because there’s a lady present

- “Hey careful, make sure you don’t throw it at her”

-It’s not until he sees you at a huge party, that he’s confident enough to go up to you

-Even though he’s more than happy to flirt, he’s just not confident enough to do that last step and ask you out somewhere

-He’ll bring you a drink and  talk and flirt with you, and you’ll definitely get the hint

-He slowly lifts his arm up and stretches it over you, trying to do the classic yawn move, hoping you won’t notice or mind. You look over at him and narrow your eyes in fake suspicion.

- “Didn’t you come here with a movie star? Surely you get handsome men bringing you drinks all the time?”, he says, motioning to the drink in your hand.

“You calling yourself handsome?”, you tease him. Kyle laughs a breathy awkward laugh and nods. “Well yeah”

-When you do ask him for a date, he insists that he take the initiative to plan what you two do

-Clearly wanting to make a good first impression, he’d take you somewhere interesting

-Aquarium, in which he’ll make up clearly fake facts about the fish just to make you laugh

-Bowling, just so he can tease you about how much you suck

-Mini golf, so, even though you know how to play, he can wrap his arms around you and help you put

-And if he does take you to the movies, you aren’t spending a dime

-He’ll also wrap his arm around you not-so subtly

Franken Kyle

“Whatcha doin there, hm?”. Kyle leans into your ear and whispers.

“Just in case you get scared, you can cuddle up to me”

“Kyle we’re watching the Lego movie”

Jimmy

-You’re a witch at the academy, and with Kyle’s very slow progress to getting better, both Zoe and Madison are getting slightly tired of having to constantly take care of him

-But you don’t mind, finding his Frankenstein state cute

-Whenever he stumbles into the kitchen by himself you always help him make food

-If he’s ever struggling with anything, he usually comes to you, knowing you’re the most patient out of them all

-Then, one night, all the teens in the academy go to a party, while you lay in bed

-But when the rain starts to get really heavy and the first thunder growls, Kyle rushes into your room, before slowly knowing and peaking his head out, clearly scared

-You let him come and lay with you, rubbing his back to calm him down

-Although no real words are spoken, it’s from that moment that you decide to take on all responsibilities relating to Kyle, the good and the bad

-He’s admired you from afar for a very long time, ever since the first time you joined the circus

-You were incredibly flexible, and always showing off to everyone and practicing on stage

-He would always come and watch you practice, cheering you on more than anybody else

-You called Jimmy ‘my cheerleader’

-It made him blush every time

-Amazon Eve always told him to just ask you for dinner, but the only thing that stopped him was the thought that you wouldn’t want to go out and be seen with a freak like him, especially since your body looked so normal that you didn’t have to hide anything

-Eve and Paul reminded Jimmy that it’s him who’s always the most confident in going out into the real world, and he mustn’t be scared

-When they all plan to go to a diner together, as a protest to being shunned from society, you find his leadership charming and happily go with them

-Even though you all get kicked out, you calm Jimmy down and take care of him when his dad beats him up

James

-You wipe the scars on his face and tell him how brave you think he is

- Trying to gain confidence, you take a deep breath before making the move. “Maybe the two of us should go to that diner”. Jimmy looks up at you, as if he expects you to keep talking. When the nerves hit you all at once, you begin rambling. “You know cause if the two of us go and they’re okay with that then maybe we can start going with the others one by one, and then you know we’ll ease our way back into society and stuff”. You laugh a breathy laugh, but Jimmy says nothing. With every silent second passing, your heart begins to break. But luckily for you, Jimmy speaks up. “Wait, are you asking me out? Like… on a date? To the diner?”. “What if I were?”, you quietly reply. He smiles wide and pulls you closer to him, “I’d love that”.

-James is definitely the least subtle

-Constantly giving you compliments, kisses and gifts

-Opening every door for you and listening very carefully to everything you say

-He doesn’t want you to even think about another man, so he overwhelms you with every way he can show you he likes you

-I can imagine him organising a big ball or event at the hotel just so the two of you can dress up and go together

-He is also the most confident out of them all, although he is a softie around you, he has no trouble asking you anything he wants to you

-He’ll kiss your hand a lot and you’ll eventually get the hint

Kai

- “I would be most delighted if we were to make our relationship more official, and vow fully loyalty to one another”

-You agree and he is over the moon

-Once the two of you are in a relationship, the compliments, kisses and gifts don’t stop

-He will give you your space without him, but when the two of you are in the same room together, he treats your precious time together as if it’s sacred

-He will approximately 43 seconds into your relationship begin planning how he’s gonna kill you

-You can tell Kai likes you when he’s harsher on you than he is on other members of the cult

-He’ll be pissed at you for being a distraction for him

-He’ll definitely tell you when he’s impressed with you, when you murdered somebody or helped him plan something

-Even though he definitely would not want it

-If you proved to be smarter than him in any aspect, he’d be furious

-You’d be sat on his sofa while he’s talking to you about having to kill Sally because she’s getting in the way of him winning city council

- “Samuels looked at where she lives, and it has no back doors, no nothing, it’ll be impossible to get in her house without smashing windows and causing attention”

“Why don’t you get Ally to go to her first? If Meadow convinces her to go to Sally to talk about the cult, then the front door will be open”. Kai looks at you with angry eyebrows. “We’ll sit in the car and wait for a few seconds, she’ll let Ally in, won’t lock the door straight after her, and then let them talk for a minute before we just walk right in”

-His ego won’t let him take suggestions from somebody below him, so even though he wants to be proud of you for being smart, he’s mad

-He’ll sit for hooours trying to think of any other solution he physically can think of, to not go with what you suggested

-Around the cult, he’d treat you like everybody else though

- “Y/N’s idea was brilliant, Ally just walked in and they walked straight to sit down, she didn’t lock the door”

-He’d praise you to encourage you to think of ideas, which he would later be mad that you have

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-You’d find out how he felt about you during pinky power

-After being suspicious that he may have feelings for you for a while, you realised this is the only way to truly find out how he feels without him trying to manipulate you

-He’d ask you about something deep, and you’d latch on after he finishes a sentence to ask him your question

- “I have a question for you”

“Go ahead”

“How do you feel about me?”

Kai stays silent and continues to look you in the eye, taken aback by the question but not wanting to show it.

“When you’re with me, how do you feel?”

“I think you have real potential, you’re strong-”

“I’m not asking the Divine Ruler, I’m asking Kai, Kai Anderson”

He takes a deep breath before unintentionally breaking eye contact for a few seconds to think. You wait anxiously for the answer, and with every second passing you know what it will be.

“You’re special”, he starts, looking you in the eye again. “You’re valuable to the group, and to me. And I think you’d be a great… mother”. The last catches you off guard, not expecting Kai to be a family man or to think about this with you.

“You… you want me to… have your children?”

“I think our children would be indestructible, strong, powerful, decisive. They would be the seed of the better future”. Although it was a little forward for somebody you’ve never even kissed, you were beyond flattered, knowing how specific Kai is with traits in people.

“Let’s make a baby”, Kai says.

“Whoa whoa”, you laugh and unlink your pinky with his. “We’re not even dating, Kai”

“Why date if children is the ultimate purpose?”

“Then don’t look at is as dating… look at it… as getting to know the mother of your future children”

-Kai would love this and you’d soon end up dating

-And have like 6 kids

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kita shinsuke | w.c 2k

a/n: sigh pain,, this is inspired by the song heather by conan gray! i was walking my dog when the song came on and i was like huh, what if i just write a leetle something? which became u know,, 2k words,,,, anyway uh note that this not really an x reader fic,,,

now with the companion piece cotton

set post-timeskip

warnings: just sad, poor use of past tense honestly i struggled so hard, unrequited feelings/love, some tears being shed, feelings of regret

On the second day of your first year of high school you meet Kita Shinsuke. 

Quiet, collected, Kita Shinsuke. 

It had been completely by luck of the draw. You could remember your nerves, still afraid of navigating the ins and outs of high school when there was a gentle tap on your shoulder in the first year hallway. 

“You dropped this.” He’d placed the notebook in your hands before you could stutter out a thank you, left to watch as he approached the Miya twins with a stern look.

To call it love at first sight may have been an exaggeration, but at the time you couldn’t help but color it as such.

His cool demeanor and dedication to a sport that hardly rewarded him was far more admirable than you would’ve liked to admit. So you had found yourself at few more volleyball matches than someone who never cared for the sport.

And when Miya Atsumu came careening into the classroom one frigid morning spouting nonsense and demanding one of the girls in your class volunteer to be the volleyball club’s team manager you couldn’t have stopped yourself from raising your hand if you tried. 

He wasn’t even captain yet, but the two of you worked closely. Staying behind to clean up after the raucous first years, careless second years and overworked third years.

The only ones dedicated enough.

Somewhere in between those late nights cleaning and those early mornings prepping, between the quiet whispers and watching him become more and more dependable.

You had fallen in love.

It hadn’t surprised you, you knew you were doomed from the start. Since that one lucky day in the first year hallway, you knew it had been a matter of when not if.

There had been more than enough opportunities to confess your feelings, to free yourself of the endless nights of pining, of being tormented by all the what ifs and almosts.

Yet you watched in perfect silence as your first year melted away. Watched as Kita earned the right to being called captain, and let yourself be consumed by the role of the doting team manager. 

Once again you had found yourself letting the months roll by, allowing your feelings to rot away at your insides, suffering in the way he seemed to form a kind smile solely for you, living for the quiet praise and approving nods he’d occasionally offer.

“Why don’t you just confess?” Your friend had said, tired of the sad way you would carry yourself after a particularly taxing day of spending too much time in Kita’s proximity. 

“Nationals, I’ll tell him when we win nationals.” You promised, trying to convince yourself that it would be the right time, a poor attempt at trying to conjure up a speck of bravery. 

By the time Nationals had arrived you had prepared your heart to the best of your ability, ready to see your team take their rightful spot as the champions.

And when they didn’t, whatever courage you had cobbled together shattered. So you sulked. Standing on the balcony of the hotel, staring up at the light polluted Tokyo sky, shaking from the biting cold.

“You’ll get sick like that.” You hadn’t thought your blood could run any colder until his voice interrupted whatever pitiful thoughts had been running through your mind.

“I-It’s...fine.” You hoped he chalked down the stammer in your words from the weather over nerves.

“Mmm. Don’t stay out here too long.” You nodded your head, keeping your eyes focused on a flickering star struggling to make its presence known when there was a weight on your shoulders. You couldn’t help but snap your eyes down, the familiar shade of maroon now hanging over your body. 

And what should’ve finally been said that night was left in the air, left struggling like that little star in the sky. 

With a heavy heart you watched him graduate, watched as time kept moving without bothering to let you catch up.

◇ ◆ ◇

Years later you can say with confidence that your school girl crush has aptly faded, telling yourself that there was never a need to confess.

Until your phone beeps late one Thursday night.

Engagement dinner. 

Your eyes scan over the text, once, twice, again and again until you lose count, until your chest feels tight and your face burns and what were once feelings you thought had faded start rearing their ugly head.

You won’t allow whatever leftover hormonal thoughts poke and prod at what you’ve built up. You’re older, wiser and most importantly you’ve moved on. 

So you clean up nicely, put on something nice but not too nice, just a touch of perfume and only check twice in the mirror before you walk out the door to call a Lyft. 

The restaurant is unfamiliar, nestled in a cute little neighborhood. It’s fitting for Kita, it’s homey and cozy but nice enough for the occasion. 

You try not to choke as he approaches you, a grin too large splaying across his usually serious face, oddly enough it fits, furthermore it hurts.

It takes you a second too long to notice the woman beside him, the sight of his arm tucked behind her back as she curls into his side, she offers you a shy yet refined smile. You barely catch her name, the overwhelming sensation of the past creeping up on you, tearing down whatever walls you had carefully built over the years.

They show you to the table, Aran, Akagi and Gin already there with their charming and familiar smiles, yet the lovely reunion is unable to distract you from the way he pulls out her chair, making sure she’s properly settled before he takes his place beside her once more.

You think of the maroon jacket that had weighed so comfortably on your shoulders that freezing Tokyo night, you think of the words that laid on the tip of your tongue, so close yet so far as Kita patted your head and returned back inside.

The lost opportunity.

Only to have the once sweet memory dashed away at the lightness of your left ring finger, as you’re forced to witness the woman beside Kita rest a perfectly manicured hand atop his, the ruby gemstone set on a golden band gleaming so beautifully in the low restaurant lighting.

“Captain! Sorry we’re late! Congratulations.” Miya Atsumu with his usual loudmouth tears through your concealed pity party, a small smile finding its way to your lips at the way Osamu trudges behind him with that special irritated look reserved solely for his brother.

“It’s just Kita, I haven’t been your captain in years.” He rises from his seat, taking his bride-to-be’s hand and introducing her to the ever famous Miya twins. 

“Sure sure, manager-chan! Looking good!” He’s by your side in seconds, thick arms already pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

“You’re gonna break her ‘Tsumu.” 

“Shut it ‘Samu, I would never.” His hold only tightens at the statement, the rippling of his muscles against your body causing an undeniable rush of heat to bloom across your body. 

“Enough of that.” You laugh, wiggling out of his grip with an exasperated laugh.

A few more former players of Inarizaki pour into the restaurant, old memories tossed around with endearing fondness and one too many congratulatory toasts leaves your heart aching worse than before, regret eating away at you, the inevitable question of what if cycling though your thoughts. 

“Doing okay?” Atsumu’s closeness is nothing new, somewhere over the years your boundaries had skewed, his face being a little too close was to be expected at this point.

“Sure.” It’s a noncommittal reply that Atsumu would normally call you out on, but he accepts it only after letting his gaze linger on you for a moment.

The minutes tick by as Kita retells the picturesque proposal he had carefully planned, unfiltered adoration and fondness adorning his eyes.

Lovestruck. 

An expression you had wished this man to have focused on you just a few years ago. 

What if?

The question taunts you, what if you hadn’t been a coward? What if you had said it that night? Or any other moment spent by his side? Would it be you? 

Another sip of the bitter wine offers no reprieve from the taunting thoughts, whatever mask you had been donning the entirety of the night starts to wear down, you can feel it slipping out of place. 

“Boy am I sweatin’!” Atsumu barks out, knocking his shoulder against yours, true enough his cheeks are tinted a soft blush, eyes glossy from one too many beers.

The exclamation causes a few snorts and chuckles around the table, a scathing comment from Osamu and a faux jeer from Suna.

“Maybe you need a walk.” You mumble, picking at the food you had long abandoned earlier in the meal. 

“Ya know what? You might be onto somethin’, let’s go.” His fingers are around your wrist before you can register what he’s saying.

“Atsumu what?”

“C’mon, say bye!” 

“Atsumu!”

“You be safe, thank you for coming.” Your head spins as Kita offers that same smile, still a little too wide as he offers a nod and turns back to his fiancee. Atsumu tugs at you again, only for you to shake him off, turning properly to the happy couple. 

“Congratulations Kita-san. I wish you both,” You swallow the bitter lump in your throat, “I wish you both unending happiness.”

You’re turning on your heel before you can receive a reply, biting back whatever pent up emotions threaten to spill over as you rush out of the restaurant, practically running down the sidewalk fueled by the desperate need to get as far as you possibly can. 

“Hey hey slow down!” You don’t bother slowing, let alone stopping, knowing fully well the professional athlete chasing after you will catch up in a matter of seconds. “I said slow down.”

The second his hand touches your shoulder whatever walls left standing come crumbling down.

“It hurts.” It’s nothing more than a whisper before he’s turning you around to face him, a hand still planted on your shoulder as the tears that have been welled up for nearly five years begin to fall. The tears you hadn’t allowed yourself to shed.

“I know.” His voice is pained as he draws you closer, letting you close the distance as you lean against him. The trail of tears burns against your cheeks, they’re filled with shame, with unspoken words, with unrequited love. 

It’s almost poetic, the way you two stand there in a broken silence under the flickering light of one of the odd stores dotting the street. It feels like hours pass by, the initial ache in your chest starting to lessen as you meet his gaze.

“Could you... consider me?” There’s something profoundly sad in his eyes, an exhaustion from years spent quietly resigned from confessing a truth that you were all too familiar with dotting his expression. 

“I,” can’t, “don’t know.” 

“I know that I’m not him, I don’t think I can be anything close, but just, do you think you could?” There isn’t the slightest trace of his boyish charm nor the cool demeanor he normally holds in serious situations. He feels smaller, more exposed and for the first time in all your years of knowing him.

You can see weakness.

“I can’t make any promises.” It feels almost too soon, a little rushed for you to be able to make sense of anything that’s transpired, you don’t want to hurt him, you don’t want to lead him on. 

“I can wait,” a wistful quirk of his lips rekindles the ache from before as an expression you’ve surely worn in the past washes over his face, “I’ve gotten pretty good at it.”

And in a matter of two, maybe three seconds, the world seems to tilt, just a few degrees, just enough for the angle to change, for that memory of the muddled Tokyo sky to shift a few inches to the right from the struggling star to the one shining in softly in the distance.

Your hand moves before you can even think, fingers curling around Atsumu’s chilled ones, intertwining them carefully as you offer him something akin to understanding, something a little deeper, not quite sure what you’re truly conveying.

“Just for a little bit longer.”

[sharkboygirlish]

Messy.

ONE-SHOT

Word count: 2793

Disclaimer:  One piece and all it’s characters belong to Eiichiro Oda, I just like to write about them.

Warning: None

Rating: T (i guess?? there’s cursing)

Author’s Note: Whale, this is the first fanfic I’ve posted on the interwebs since high school so please keep that in mind, lol. I do plan to finish it sooner than later so check back in a few days if you want to read the rest, sorry I don’t have it all done right now.  At long last it it FINISHED.

Feel free to tell me what u think! Unless it’s mean, then I ask that u keep those thoughts in ur noggin because I’m just writing these for fun not for grades.

Without further ado, here ya go.

Author’s Note pt 2: So i didn’t end up going the smut route like I originally planned, but I think it worked out better bc this one got nice and Emotional.

Summary: Zoro really shouldn’t agree to be Nami’s drinking partner if he wanted to keep their friendship from getting... Complicated.

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The moon was floating high in the night sky when Nami wandered onto the deck, unable to sleep even after a few hours of sketching. 

She wanted company – specifically, she wanted the company of the crew’s resident alcoholic. It only took a few minutes to find him on the lawn deck with his back against a tree and his eye closed. ‘How typical.’

Nami smiled a small, excited smile as she strode over to him and squatted between his parted legs. An unconscious sigh left her nose as she swept her gaze up and down his face. She caught herself thinking, ‘He really is easy on the eyes isn’t he.’ ....again. 

Who was she kidding? She’d been thinking the same thing every time she looked his way lately. 

Two years ago she’d been able to keep the immature crush she had on him locked tightly away but somehow - it had gotten out and was slowly consuming her entire being. 

Nami hoped he hadn’t noticed how often she invited him to drink with her because she didn’t think she could handle being rejected. So she settled for spending time alone with him whenever and however she could. 

“Hey, moss-head,” the navigator said finally, leaning in to squint at him, “Are you asleep?”

He had literally just settled down for a nice cat nap when the navigator appeared suddenly to interrupt him. ‘Damn. What the hell did she want now?’ 

Instead of answering, Zoro chose to ignore her and pretend like he was deep asleep. ‘Why won’t she go bother someone else?’

Nami started prodding his cheek with one finger to rouse him if he really was sleeping, ”Zorooo wake up, I wanna drink,” she whined and his eyelid opened instantly.

‘Why’s she so damn pretty..’ was the first thought he had when he realized that she was a lot closer than he’d anticipated. 

He mentally chastised himself after, trying to remind his id that Nami had never once indicated that she wanted to be anything other than friends and he should respect that. 

But… There was no harm in looking from time to time was there? And she was pretty. She’d always been... ‘Oh for fuck’s sake, now he sounded like Sanji. He needed to get a grip.’

“Helloooooo,” Nami waved her hand in Zoro’s face until he snapped back to reality and snatched her wrist up, pulling it away. He scowled but it wasn’t deep, and now he was refusing to look her in the eye. “What was that about, huh Zoro?”

“Nothing.” The swordsman replied perhaps a little too quickly to avoid suspicion, “Thought I heard a noise, doesn’t matter – oi, didn’t you want to do something?” 

He couldn’t remember what exactly it was. He’d been so distracted by the way her bangs framed her face and sometimes got caught in her eyelashes—’Damnit! He was doing it again.’

Nami smirked again but didn’t press the subject anymore. She’d do that later once they started drinking. “Weren’t you listening to me? You’re so rude, maybe I should find someone else to share my booze with.”

Was it a good idea to go drink with Nami when he kept catching himself thinking about feelings that he’d been suppressing for the last two years? Probably not…

But he couldn’t just decline an opportunity to get buzzed. ‘And... Maybe he wanted to get buzzed with Nami, specifically.’  

Zoro scoffed, mostly at himself. “Quit playing games, damnit, do you want me to drink with you or not?”

“You’re so stubborn,” The navigator teased with a pleased smile that made his heart beat unevenly, “I could care less if you join me, but you’re not allowed to come unless you say you’ll be nice.”

“Nami. I am older than you, quit treating me like a fucking child or I swear-”

“That’s no way to talk to a lady who’s getting you drunk for free, Roronoa Zoro. If you can’t be nice then I’ll just add the cost of everything you drink to your debt and-”

Zoro didn’t have time to ruminate over the way hearing her say his full name made him shiver because he had to shut her up before she did charge him. 

“Okay, okay. I’ll be... nice.” He hissed through gritted teeth and her answering giggle made his pulse flutter. He had to fight to keep himself from smiling. ‘What the hell was going on with him tonight? Was he sick?’

“Good boy,” she turned and started walking towards the Sunny’s aquarium bar, glancing back over her shoulder to make sure he was coming.

“Don’t push your luck, woman.” Zoro snarled to mask his confusion over the sudden need to touch her that he felt scratching at the back of his head. He really shouldn’t agree to be Nami’s drinking partner if he wanted to keep their friendship from getting... Complicated.

He knew it, but he followed her up the stairs all the same.

                                                       * * *

“Why d’you always want to drink with me anyway, witch?” Skeptical of her intentions, his narrowed eye fixed itself on Nami as she approached him holding two maroon tinted bottles. She offered one to him and he accepted it – but he didn’t let his guard down yet.

Zoro lowered his gaze to check the label out, whistling long and low when he read 23% alcohol per volume. A couple puzzle pieces clicked together in his head ‘Oh, that’s why. Because if she tried to drink this with anyone else they’d pass out after two glasses.’

“Would you believe that I just like hanging out with you?” Though her tone was teasing she was actually being genuine, she had a lot of fun with him whenever they went out.

“No–“ He paused when Nami kicked him in the shin hard enough to make him swear. Reaching down with his free hand he rubbed the sore patch of skin and glared daggers at his crewmate. “What the fuck was that for?!”

“You said you’d be nice, Zoro! So be nice or I’ll charge you a hundred thousand beris for that bottle.” Nami uncorked hers but waited to hand the corkscrew over until he behaved himself. The look he was giving her would probably frighten a small child but she didn’t flinch.

‘This was his choice.’ He reminded himself. Of his own free will he chose to get drunk with Nami instead of napping, and that meant dealing with her bossiness no matter how much he loathed it. ‘Sometimes he just wanted to grab her by the shoulders and make her shut up, there were better things her mouth could be doing anyway-‘

“Why do you keep staring at me like that, do I have a zit or something?”

Zoro sat up so fast that he banged his shoulder on the underside of the countertop. ‘What the hell was that? What the hell was wrong with him?’ He hadn’t even opened the damn bottle and he was already making himself look like an idiot.

“No,” the swordsman grumbled, wracking his brain for a believable excuse, “Just thinking about how I’ll owe you money even after I’m dead if you keep charging me for bullshit.” That made her laugh and Zoro cursed himself for how much he liked hearing it. “Don’t see how it’s funny for me, witch.”

Nami let him take the corkscrew from her, eyes crinkled with amusement while he opened his bottle. “You’ll just have to stay alive until you pay me back in full, I guess!” She trilled before taking a long, heavy drink from hers.

“Yeah?” Zoro snorted before mimicking her and downing about half of the wine in the container. It tasted disgusting, which he’d expected, but that didn’t make the bitter aftertaste any less miserable. His nose wrinkled slightly as he set the bottle down. “I bet even if I did try to pay you off you’d find a way to charge me more.”

“You make me sound so heartless,” the navigator batted her eyelashes innocently, pretending to look hurt, “Why would I ever do such a thing?”

“Hah.” He scoffed before chugging some more wine and failing to keep track of how much he was drinking each time. “Because you want to keep me on a leash since I don’t throw myself at you like that dumbass cook.”

An impish smirk crawled it’s way onto Nami’s face that made him immediately regret what he’d just said. ‘Fuck. Damnit!’

“So…” She began slowly, savoring every second that the swordsman spent avoiding direct eye contact with her, “You admit that you are one of my lap dogs?”

A muscle in his jaw flexed and he stopped drinking for one second to grunt, “That’s not what I said.”

“That’s what I heard!” Chimed Nami as she rose from her seat, stepping over to Zoro and tracing a finger under his jaw while he drained the last few drops of liquid. “I should get you a collar, so people know who to bring you to when you get lost.”

Normally he would have snapped at her for poking fun at his sense, or lack thereof, direction but he wasn’t listening to her. She’d come close enough for him to pick up her scent and maybe it was the alcohol intensifying his feelings, but it was suffocating him in a good way.

He loved the way she smelled. Tangerines from her soaps mixed with salty seawater and traces of sunscreen. A hint of orange blossom, but only when she was close to him like this. 

Zoro inhaled deeply through his nose and, without realizing it, his expression melted into something affectionate and gentle. ‘In two years she’d changed in so many different ways… but she still smelled the same. She still smelled like home.’

                                                        * * *

“What are you thinking about, Zoro?” Her voice void of it’s usual teasing tone, Nami’s curiosity was piqued by his sudden shift in demeanor. He looked soft and peaceful, like he didn’t have anything to worry about. She wanted to know why.

‘Ah, fuck.’ What was he supposed to tell her? That he was thinking about how good she smelled? ‘Yeah right.’ Zoro was quiet for a while, mulling over his words until he came up with an explanation that didn’t sound as creepy – but also wasn’t a lie.

“I guess..” he finally murmured, his gaze shifting to meet hers, “It’s just been a while and… I was thinking about how nice it feels to be back here, with everyone…” a brief pause then he added, “I missed you guys.” ‘Look at him being all gushy and emotional, this wine really was something else.’ Zoro reached to brush his fingertips by her temple, catching a stray lock of hair and tucking it behind her ear, “I missed you.”

When had Zoro ever been this honest with her about the way he felt? Never was the answer, but now he seemed to trust her well enough to know she wouldn’t spill his secrets. Nami took his face in both of her hands, surprising him, and pulled his head down so she could kiss his forehead. “I missed you too, Zoro.”

Something about hearing her say that she’d missed him too broke a dam in his chest that he’d been trying to keep together for two years. Hormoness flooded through his bloodstream quicker than Zoro could even process them and before he knew it he was practically throwing his arms around Nami’s waist and crushing her against his chest.

“Nami—” he pressed his face into her neck to hide the tears that he couldn’t hold back anymore. Sober he might have cared about losing it like this around her but she was here and… ‘He just – needed to hold her.’ Hold her and smell her and feel how real she was because she had almost been taken from him.

‘He’d barely begun to process what he had been through on Thriller Bark when they were attacked in Sabaody. If he tried to think back on it his memories would get hazy and his bones would ache from their very cores. He knew what had happened but it’s like his brain was protecting him from understanding how close to death he’d come. Then – to be torn away from the people he loved with all of his heart? Who he had just nearly killed himself to protect?

It had ripped him apart and rubbed salt into every wound. And it fucking hurt. The same kind of pain he felt when he saw Kuina dead on the floor of their dojo. He was scared, he was furious, he was devastated – all over again but this time it was so much worse. So, so much worse.

That was why he had trained so hard over the last two years. Because he couldn’t bear the grief that came with loving them so deeply – so he got stronger. And stronger. And stronger. No matter the cost to his body, he would become powerful enough to defeat anyone who crossed them. Then… He would never have to feel the agony that he did when he first woke up on Kuraigana Island ever again.

Taking on all of Luffy’s suffering in Thriller Bark had been the most physically painful experience of his entire life – but that was nothing compared to how much it hurt to think that his friends were gone forever, that he hadn’t been able to protect them.

Training made it easy not to think about what had happened -- but now he was home, and they were safe - and he was realizing just how close he’d come to losing all of them. At once. And he could do nothing to stop it.’

Startled by him grabbing her, Nami was prepared to give the pirate a good smack if he was getting handsy but… He started trembling. ‘Was he not feeling well?’ Her mouth opened to form the question then stopped. His breathing hitched while his entire body jerked and she realized…

‘Zoro was crying.’

Roronoa Zoro, who prided himself on his strength, was sobbing wretchedly into her neck. ‘He must have been holding this in since Sabaody.’ Nami’s heart ached for him and his stupid pride that forced him to torture himself instead of letting him cry like he needed to. She’d been expecting him to crash at some point, how couldn’t he? Even someone as strong as Zoro was still a human being.

One of her arms cradled his head while the other wound round his shoulders, her fingers combing gently through his hair. “Oh you sweet, sweet boy…” she spoke in the tone that Bellemere used to use when Nami and Nojiko were frightened by a passing thunderstorm. It always calmed her, maybe it would calm Zoro, too.

‘Quit fucking crying you loser you’re supposed to be a man.’ But he couldn’t, he literally could not stop because he was trying to. “I wasn’t strong enough,” his voice quivered at the edges and he hated it. ‘He was definitely never going to drink this kind of wine again ever. Not if it turned him into a blubbering mess like this every time.’

“Shhh, no. No. Don’t you dare try to blame yourself for what happened. Hey, look at me.” Nami urged his head off her shoulder and cupped his face in both of her palms, “None of us were strong enough, okay? Not even Luffy.” Each tear that fell she tenderly swept away with the pad of her thumb. The corner of her mouth turned up as she assured him, “But we are strong enough now. We can take care of each other. Nothing is ever going to tear us apart again, Zoro.”

‘She was right. Of course, she was right. He needed to have faith in his crewmates and his captain. They could do anything as long as they had each other.’ His breathing slowly evened out as he focused on anchoring himself back to reality. He wasn’t in Sabaody or Kuraigana – he was on the Sunny. In the bar, with Nami who had grown so much since he last saw her. The look in his eye softened like it had before his breakdown.

“You’re staring at me again, Zoro.” The navigator teased, her hands falling to rest on his shoulders. He hadn’t let go of her yet but she didn’t mind, he could hold on to her for as long as he needed.

A ghost of his usual smirk passed across his face. “Sorry, Nami…” Zoro took a little risk by leaning in to press a chaste but lingering kiss to her cheek, then traced a path with the edge of his nose to her ear, murmuring, “Wine makes me a little… Messy.”

[haikyuuuuuhypeeeee]

Ch. Eight

⚠WARNING: Slight mention of unhealthy coping mechanism.

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You push open the door to the face, the heat from inside warming your cold hands. You walk up to the counter and greet the barista with a smile.

“One jasmine tea and one black coffee please.”

You pay and move so the next customer can order. You scan the cafe, immediately finding Osamu in the same corner he’s always in. As you approach he looks up from the book he’s reading and gives you a sleepy smile.

“Heya, how’re ya doin’?”

You smile but inwardly frown as you take in the darker than normal bags under his eyes and the coffee cups littered on the table. “I’m alright. Were you able to get any sleep last night?”

He gives you a small smile and shrugs his shoulders. The movement is sluggish and you can’t help but tsk.

“Osamu,” you chide quietly.

“Well now ya know my secret,” Osamu replies. He yawns hugely before continuing. “It’s been a few days since I’ve slept so I know I’m due for a crash soon.”

You frown at him as you remove your jacket. “It’s not healthy for you.” He doesn’t respond, save for looking up from his seat with a sleepy smile. You can’t help but feel a smile tug at your lips. “I shouldn’t indulge you but I ordered you a coffee when I came in, let me go grab it.”

“Yer a saint.” You hear behind you. You’re glad you’re facing away from him as you feel a slight blush take over your face. Your tea and his coffee is waiting on the counter for you, the barista giving you an extra smile before you walk back. Osamu’s watching you return to your table, the same dopey look on his face. As sweet and docile as he looks you can’t help the twinge of guilt that shoots through you. Sure he claims he doesn’t sleep but he also stayed up late to talk to you last night and was there for you when you needed someone. So his current state can 100% be blamed on you.

“It’s the least I could do.” You say as you set your cups down and sit. “You’ve bought me tea before, and you helped me last night.”

Osamu waves his hand while sucking down his coffee. You shake your head at his dismissal but don’t bring it up again. You two sit in silence, enjoying each other's company and the atmosphere of the cafe. You steal a few glances at your friend, examining his face as close as you can without staring. Now that you know he chooses sleep deprivation to help with his problems you can’t believe you didn’t notice how tired he actually looks. He’s hid it well these past few weeks, and that makes your heart clench painfully.

You notice he has a tuft of hair sticking up in the back. It honestly looks adorable but you motion to his head so he can fix it.

“Your hair is sticking up weird.”

At the blank confusion on his face you lean forward to try and help him. “Here, just,” you bring your fingers to his grey locks. His hair is smooth and soft, surprising you. You shake your head and focus on fixing the one stubborn bit of hair that refuses to go down.

Once it does, you run your hand through his hair a few times, attempting to capture a relaxed, windswept look. In your motions you glance at Osamu’s face.

He’s watching you, wide-eyed and seemingly frozen to his seat. His expression makes you falter, your hand resting in his hair. Imperceptibly, and if you had to bet without his doing, his head leans into your touch. It’s your turn to freeze but only for a second before you sweep through his hair one last time and retract your hand.

Why did I do that? Your face feels hot as you quickly bring your hand to your tea and take a hasty sip. Why the heck did I just do that? You swallow the tea and gently set it down before chancing a glance at Osamu. He’s looking out the window of the cafe, but you can spot the blush on his cheeks.

It makes you blush even more and you take another sip to try and calm down.

“So,” Osamu finally says. “You said you had a group therapy session yesterday, right?”

You nod, eagerly taking advantage of the change in topic. “Yeah, it’s something that one of my friend’s therapist told him about. We’ve been going for about three months now. It’s specific for people who’ve lost those who were like family, but I know people who’ve lost relatives are welcome.”

“Hm,” Osamu hums in reply. “Well I might look into taggin’ along one day.”

“That’d be great! It’s helped me and my friends talk through our problems with other people, and it’s helped us communicate with each other as well. My own therapist said it was a good idea too. I can’t imagine your therapist wouldn’t say the same.”

At that Osamu scoffs. “I don’t have a therapist.”

You tilt your head. “What? I thought you said something about your therapist when we first met?” You know he certainly did.

“Oh, that was my therapist back home. But he was crazy, he was always trying to push me into havin’ an emotional release. And when I told him to stop he didn’t.” Osamu rolls his eyes. “Plus I didn’t think it was helpin’ me all that much. So I haven’t found one since movin’ to Sendai.”

“Oh.” You really didn’t know how to respond to Osamu’s cynical explanation. You couldn’t fathom the idea of not seeing your therapist and having that professional outlet to help you. Not only did your therapist offer explanations for your feelings and insight, she’s also kind and generous. Your sessions are a safe place where you can grieve properly and feel no shame.

Hearing Osamu speak bluntly about his less than ideal experience with his therapist back home and his now negative opinion on therapy in general doesn’t sit right with you, but you don’t feel comfortable trying to get him to change his mind.

“So how far away is home?” You ask, changing the subject again. You think it's a safer topic but Osamu furrows his eyebrows.

“Hyogo.” He answers shortly.

“Wow, that’s far right?”

He nods. “Sendai U is a good school and I needed a change of scenery.” His replies are clipped and he doesn’t meet your gaze. You sense his uncomfortableness.

“Was it hard moving away? Are you lonely?”

Osamu pauses in bringing his coffee cup to his mouth. He looks over the rim at you appraisingly.

“Nah,” he says. He takes a sip and sets the cup down. WHen he swallows he gives you a friendly smile. “Not so lonely anymore.”

The soft gaze aimed your way sends your heart into overdrive. Another blush threatens to overtake your face and you have to look away.

You don’t miss the satisfied smirk that touches Osaumu’s lips and you feel your blush deepen.

• ────── ✾ ────── •

A/N: After that last chapter Y/N NEEDS some tender comfort from Osamu....and it looks like someone is catching some feelings!!! It still seems like there's a bit of mystery around the guy still but it looks like things are progressing nicely for Y/N and Osamu.

I want to mention that opinions about therapy and coping mechanisms in this story are my strictly my own. I am not the leading authority on seeking treatment for any mental health or physical health reasons. In this story Y/N is proponent for seeking help for mental health, but Y/N is not a doctor either. This is a fictional story, and if you are reading this unsure of whether or not you need to seek help, please consult a doctor or someone you trust.

And after that last chapter I threw in some Makki and Mattsun crack because I love them and my petition for them to adopt me is still pending. :/ And we're just gonna ignore Oikawa for now kthxbi.

Thank you so much for reading - I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far!

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[diavohno]

peccant pt.1

▹ pairing: lucifer x fem!reader, mammon x fem!reader, leviathan x fem!reader, satan x fem!reader, asmodeus x fem!reader, beelzebub x fem!reader, belphegor x fem!reader

▹ genre: smut, rut!au

▹ words: 6.6k

▹ rating: nsfw

▹ warnings: mc curses like a sailor and solomon has no filter, lucifer’s had a rough time, a pinch of grinding, mentions of masturbation, hickies, explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, rough sex

▹ notes: tadaa! this took a bit longer than I had originally planned (hence the big gap between the sneak peek and the full release) but I was determined to crank this out for @hornywrath​‘s birthday! hope you enjoy a lil bit of mammon hun, and happy birthday! also, I guess this also counts for a 400 follower milestone, which we hit very recently! thank you all for being here, I hope the wait was worth it ;)

“Solomon, I’m about ready to fight someone,” you seethed to the sorcerer as you glared up at his ceiling from your comfortable resting spot on top of his bed.

The entire situation was ridiculous. The brothers had been actively avoiding you almost all week, which was annoying enough, but today they had cut off all communication with you entirely. No one came down to breakfast, no one was in any of your shared classes, and no one even bothered to text you so you’d know what the hell was going on. If they were going to give you the cold shoulder the LEAST they could do would be to tell you why.

Instead, you were left to wonder what you had done wrong because surely there was some explanation for their behavior. After a full day of scouring your memory during boring classes (in which there was no one to distract you, unlike usual) you were still drawing a blank on what exactly you had done. 

This only meant one thing: you were 100% innocent in this situation, and the brothers would never live this down if you had anything to say about it.

When you were about halfway back to the House of Lamentation after class your D.D.D. buzzed. Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest seeing that the notification was a text from Lucifer. It was the first time any of the brothers had contacted you all day! With any luck, you’d finally get some explanation as to just what was going on, and (if you were lucky) an apology. The second one is highly unlikely given that it was Lucifer who had texted you, but you still had hope. That is, until you opened the message.

After class, immediately go to Purgatory Hall. You will be staying there with the other exchange students until further notice.

A second set of buzzes followed the first, in case one punch to your heart wasn’t enough.

Under no circumstances are you allowed to return to the House of Lamentation without permission.

Excuse you? Were you seriously just told that you weren’t allowed in your own house anymore? Sadly, yes, that seemed to be exactly what had just happened, and Lucifer isn’t the sort of person that you’d argue with about an order.

But come on, you hadn’t even gotten an explanation!

With no other choice, you turned your livid butt around and marched (read: stomped) over to your new home, ready to tell (read: rant to) your fellow exchange students of the injustices you had been served as of late. As if Lady Luck wanted to send an ‘F U’ herself, Solomon was the only one in Purgatory Hall when you arrived. Not the beautiful and benevolent Simeon, or Luke, who you thought of as an angelic younger brother, but Solomon, with a fox’s grin that was far too smug for your liking. And, unfortunately, the smugness only grew as you lamented about how abysmally bad your week had been thus far.

“Oh, y/n,” he said, a teasing coo woven into his tone. Your attention shifted from his incredibly interesting ceiling to his incredibly boring head that he was propping up on his desk with his incredibly boring hand. Solomon may be one of your best friends, but you’d be lying if you said he didn’t push your buttons all the damn time. “You’re so naive to the ways of the world.”

“Sorry I’m not a fancy pants magic bitch like you,” you grumbled with no real bite behind your words. Would you believe he then had the audacity to snicker at you? Because that’s exactly what he did. It took all of your strength plus a little extra from the Big Man Upstairs to not clock the white-haired menace into next week. “Solomon, explain to me what’s going on before I do something I won’t regret.”

Ever the fake pacifist, he raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, no need for violence. And, really, it’s your own fault that you don’t know about demon ruts.”

Silence filled the room, leaving you to sit there and drown in it as Solomon seemingly decided the desk itself would make a much more comfortable seat than his chair. With just those few words he had managed to switch your brain from operating on Google Chrome to Internet Explorer, and what is the next thing he does? Perches on his desk like it was normal. 

After some time passed with you buffering and Solomon preening as if he had just been graced by God, you finally managed to spit out, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

More snickering. Try as you might, you couldn’t fight off the blush that had been steadily creeping onto your cheeks, so you instead gave in and decided to find out as much as you could. “You mean, right now, they’re at home—”

“Jacking themselves off on anything of yours that they can get their cummy little demon mitts on? Ding ding ding, you’ve guessed it! Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve been in your room already. Having a—” calculating eyes swept your form from head to toe before continuing irritatingly hesitantly, “presumably fertile female so close is akin to torture when they’re rutting, so what remains of your pheromones are probably the only thing they can smell at the moment.”

Taking the high road for once in your little gremlin life, you chose to ignore the ‘presumably fertile’ comment and remained focused on the topic at hand: the brothers were going through a demon rutting period. “That is so unbelievably disgusting and hot at the same time.”

So some of your inner gremlin slipped out, sue you.

Solomon sighed as if he expected nothing more from you, white strands of hair falling onto his face as he pressed it into the palms of his hands. “Leave it to you to be turned on by the suffering of others.”

“Shut it, Solomon, you know what I mean.” Heat flared across your cheeks at the insinuation. You may be many things, but a sadist was not one of them; Lucifer had that title locked down anyway. “Dammit. What do I do, Solomon? Lucifer texted me saying that I can’t go back, so does he really expect me to wear the same clothes for however many days it takes for their ruts to end?”

“Probably. He’s twisted like that. Ooh, what if he’s getting off to the idea that you’re—”

Before you had a chance to cut Solomon off from finishing a sentence that would have undoubtedly mortified you to no end, a series of rapid-fire buzzes from your phone did it for you. You had patted both yourself and the area around you on the bed down thoroughly only for Solomon to dangle your phone in the air. Warning bells sounded off in your head loud and clear the moment you noticed his cheeky grin.

“I think you should put this one on speaker.”

With a flick of his wrist, your phone sailed through the air and landed on the bed next to you after you failed to catch it. Ignoring Solomon’s snort, you flipped your phone over to see who was calling you. The name, along with everything you had just discussed with Solomon, caused your pulse to pound in your ears.

It was Mammon.

Panic ran through your veins like liquid lightning. Should you answer it? There could only be one reason why he would be calling if he was rutting. Warmth shot straight to your core. Deep down, you realize that if he was calling you to ask for help, you’d say yes. Solomon cleared his throat and gestured at your phone, reminding you to answer before you lost your chance. Without hesitation, you answered the call, switching to speakerphone with a pointed glare from the man across from you.

Within seconds, breathy groans rang out from the phone. Your face flushed as you spared a glance at Solomon, who had donned a shit-eating grin, before your attention snapped back to the phone upon hearing Mammon’s voice. “Where are ya, y/n?” he whined. “I need ya so bad.”

Your teeth caught your bottom lip between them. “Lucifer told me not to come back for now, so I’m at Purgatory Hall.”

A string of expletives exploded from the speaker, although they died down as quickly as they started. When Mammon addressed you again, the pleading tone to his voice was in no way subtle. “Please. . . Please come help me, y/n. I need ya.”

“Mammon, babe, are you rutting?” Your eyes widened in horror while Solomon snickered gleefully; the question had fallen out before you could really even think about it. 

You weren’t given much time to worry over it, though, as Mammon answered in confirmation, “Yeah. And everythin’. . . Everythin’ fuckin’ HURTS. It hurts so bad, y/n, please.” Images of some of your succubi and incubi friends flashed through your head. It would probably be best that a demon helped him through his heat. If you helped, you’d likely get hurt. You had just begun to offer to call one of your friends when your words were cut short with a growl. “No, dammit! I only want you! Only you, ya hear me, y/n?”

A milky-white hand clamped firmly against his mouth was the only thing preventing Solomon from alerting Mammon to the fact that you were not the only human hearing him at that moment, and that hand was getting dangerously close to not being enough to save the two of you. The thought of how Mammon would react upon finding the two of you out sent a shiver down your back. You could NOT let that happen.

Executive authority coursed through you as you turned off the speakerphone and brought it up to your ear instead; a curling lick of satisfaction in your chest was the only thing Solomon’s huff of discontent managed to elicit. “Okay, Mammon, I’m on my way.”

A pleased groan answered your words, followed by a click. You blinked a few times, waiting to no avail for anything else— he had hung up on you. Although you’re not quite sure what you expected (some thanks would have been nice) you couldn’t help but to notice how your body seemed to be thrumming with anticipation.

“Oh, you’re on your way, are you? You DO realize that if you go to help one of them you’ll have to help ALL of them, right? So are you stupid? Is that it?” the whirlwind that was Solomon accused, white brows furrowed in total scorn. “And here I was, thinking that you were a creature of intelligence. Oh, how it pains me to be wrong.”

Already on your feet, you pocketed your phone and smoothed out your clothes, ready to head to the House of Lamentation at any moment. After concluding that you were presentable enough to go have a demon rip your clothes off your body— a matter that you had grown incredibly serious about in a somewhat suspiciously short amount of time, as if the thought of being ravaged by the brothers had crossed your mind before— you turned to address the snarky sorcerer in the room. “You heard him, Solomon. He’s in serious pain right now, and he wasn’t going to accept anyone else’s help getting through it.”

“That’s a bullshit excuse and you know it,” he said in exasperation. “He’s a DEMON. He’d say whatever he needed to in order to get you there!”

Arguing with him was clearly going to get you nowhere. Instead, you stared down Solomon, daring him to continue trying to change your mind. It was a battle of the minds, and luckily for you, you happened to be one of the most bull-headed humans to ever grace the earth. After what couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, Solomon relented with a burdened groan.

“Fine, just let me cast a spell on you so you aren’t impregnated and obliterated, for the love of God.” His eyes searched yours imploringly. If you didn’t know any better you’d almost think that he was worried about you, but that would be a ridiculous idea. Still, you agreed, to which he let out a breath of relief.

Without wasting any time he crossed the room and took your hands in his own. Low mutterings in a language you didn’t recognize left his mouth, so you focused on the feeling of his hands; they were surprisingly soft and a bit bigger than you had previously thought.

A faint warmth and a corresponding tingling sensation started at your fingertips and soon encased your entire body, the tingling somehow reassuring as it raised goosebumps to the surface of your skin. Your eyes flitted up to Solomon’s questioningly, only for them to widen in shock— his eyes had gone entirely white and were glowing. Just as you were about to admit that his magic was actually pretty cool, it stopped.

The warmth and tingling disappeared, and Solomon’s eyes blinked back to normal. The only effect of the magic that you could feel was a particular humming sensation in your lower abdomen. That, and you felt like you could take on Diavolo himself and win, but that wasn’t a new feeling; an uncommon one, sure, but definitely not new.

Satisfied with his work, Solomon staggered a few steps backward before flopping onto his bed. “You should be good to go.” He propped himself up on his elbows, fixing you with a squinted stare. “You’re lucky I enjoy our banter, y/n. Can’t let you go and get yourself fucked to death, now can I?”

“God, don’t phrase it like that,” you said in a strangled voice, to which Solomon cackled and dropped onto his back once again. Just when you thought the two of you might have grown closer, he had to go and say something as mortifying as that. With renewed vigor, you scurry out of the room.

Solomon’s silvery voice echoed through the open door behind you. “Like what, the truth?”

He just managed to catch your snort before you walked out of earshot, leaving the sorcerer sprawled out on his bed, his chest heaving in deep breaths of air. The spell he had cast on you had taken quite a bit out of him. Now, he struggled to even keep his eyes open as waves of sleep crashed over him.

Would it normally take this much energy to prepare a human body for a demon rut? He supposed not, although it wasn’t exactly something he did except on the rare occasion, but he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that you wouldn’t just be dealing with one demon. There was something else, too. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Ah, well, it was sure to come to him after he had rested up again. The comforting blanket of sleep settled over him, as well as his own blankets after he slipped under their covers. Right before he entered dreamland, the vision of a glowing pact mark appeared in his mind. His eyebrows knitted together; was this a premonition?

However, the mark was soon swallowed up by the foggy mist of his mind, and Solomon drifted off to sleep. 

x x x x x

Never before had you gotten to the House of Lamentation faster than you did today. Just going home wasn’t nearly the same level of motivation as going to get some demon dick, so you hauled ass in record time, weaving in and out of random pedestrians you encountered that were walking the paths around the Devildom. Your friends really were right: you had no hope of making it into heaven. The worst part is, they had no clue whatsoever how true that statement was.

You came to a halt in front of the dorm you had recently come to call home, your hands on your knees as you struggled to regain your breath. It took everything you had not to just collapse into a weary heap on the front steps, but the promise of what was to come was enough to keep you going. Instead, you took a minute to steady your breathing before climbing the steps and slipping into the house. Technically, Lucifer had forbidden you from coming home, so it would probably be best to not alert him to your unwanted presence.

Thankfully, you had plenty of practice tip-toeing around from all of the times you’d snuck out with Asmo to go clubbing. Lucifer would never know you were there.

As you snuck past the kitchen toward the hallway of bedrooms, the sound of the tap turning on freeze you in your tracks. With your heart in your throat, you slowly twisted your head toward the direction of the sound, hoping from the bottom of your sin-stained heart that the person responsible wasn’t who you thought it was.

There, his bare back hunched over the sink with a glass of water clenched tightly in his degloved hand, stood Lucifer. Although the mere presence of the man had you rattled, what he was wearing— or rather, what he WASN’T wearing— made you even more so. He had donned a pair of baggy grey sweatpants that rested low on his hips and had lost the rest, leaving little to be imagined. Little to be imagined of HIM, that is— the sight sparked plenty of thoughts on your part. 

The temptation to slink away to Mammon before you were discovered was great, but the temptation of marveling this new side of Lucifer was greater; you steeled yourself and moved toward him.

His rut seemed to have taken quite the toll on him already, as his usually well-kept hair was now disheveled and somewhat damp as if he had just recently gotten out of the shower. A shiver ran down your spine as the image of Lucifer in his shower was plastered to the forefront of your mind. With much thanks to your abysmally short attention span, the thought was easily discarded when you noticed that his muscles rippled along his back with each movement he took: emptying his glass; placing it back down on the counter; pushing his hair back.

Even as he turned around and realized someone had joined him in the kitchen, you couldn’t find it in yourself to run for cover. Maybe you’d screwed up your survival instincts at some point?

“y/n?” Lucifer croaked, his gaze predatory as it raked down your form. Something akin to a harrowed smirk cracked across his face when you shivered at the intensity radiating off of him, yet it was soon replaced with a pained grimace. His hands clenched the edge of the counter behind him so tightly that his knuckles were white as he ripped his gaze away from you. “I believe I explicitly told you not to return here until you received further instruction. You disobeyed me.”

You’d be lying if you said that the commanding growl in his words didn’t turn you on. Hell, if anyone told YOU that you’d just laugh in their face because damn if that wasn’t the sexiest thing you’d ever heard. Not to mention the electrifying effect it had on your body; it was as if every fiber of your being was on edge right now, acutely aware of every single thing that Lucifer said or did.

You found yourself longing to press your body up onto his, to entangle your hands in his already messy hair and mesh your lips together while you hook one of your legs around his waist to keep him close as he slams you up against the counter—

The purposeful clearing of his throat snapped you out of your imagination. It’s odd for you to have become so withdrawn from reality, but you just chalked it up to it being a side effect from whatever spell Solomon had cast on you. Anyway, Lucifer had asked you a question, and while it may not have been the smartest decision in the long run, you were in no mental state to be pulling lies out of your ass. “Mammon asked me to come over and help him.”

“Oh really? So you’ve discovered our dirty little secret, but still came?” he hummed in thought, more to himself than to you. Some switch must have flipped in him as he had gone from very obviously holding himself back to slowly stalking toward you with a wolfish glint in his eyes. It was at that moment that your survival instincts kicked in and you took two small steps back for every one Lucifer took forward. Sadly, you seemed to have walked further into the kitchen than you had originally thought you did and soon found yourself pressed along the center table with nowhere else to run from the demon in front of you.

A pink tongue darted out from his mouth, wetting the bottom lip that it dragged along. Lucifer had you right where he wanted you. It took a total of three steps for him to close the gap between you two, his arms resting on either side of you to cage you in. Desire flickered in his half-lidded eyes as he stared you down. “Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for you to be here?”

You hummed in response, too fixated on how alluring his slightly-parted, flushed lips looked. Due to your intense focus on said lips, you didn’t miss how the corners of his mouth quirked up before he leaned forward and out of your sight. Your breath caught in your throat as his heated breath fanned out across your neck while he spoke. “You’re lucky that you ran into myself and not one of my brothers. Unlike them,” his hips met yours and instantly began to slowly roll, “I can control myself.”

The hardness of his length and the waver in his tone seemed to suggest otherwise. 

A devious thought pushed itself to the forefront of your mind, one that you were all too willing to go along with. One of your hands ghosted down his chest, your nails lightly scratching his pale skin while the other snaked upward and caressed his cheek. Lucifer shuddered into your touch and bit back a quiet groan, his hips grinding against yours with a tad more urgency.

“What happened to being able to control yourself?” you asked breathily. With any luck, you’d be able to get his self-control to snap and he’d take you right then and there. Your thighs tensed slightly as heat shot to your core at the thought.

Then he pulled away and your entire mastermind plan came crashing down.

Lucifer stumbled backward, fingers pinching his nose tightly shut as he glared holes into the ground. Wait, do you smell or something? You could’ve sworn you had put deodorant on that morning. A discreet sniff of yourself reassured you that you did not stink, so why the abrupt stop?

“I believe that you should find Mammon in your room.” He staggered backward with urgency; so much so that he would have clipped his side on the counter had you not warned him. Pink dusted his cheeks for a moment as he cleared his throat, clearly embarrassed from not noticing the counter. Your bemusement was cut short, however, when he fixed you with a piercing look that sent shivers down your back. “I expect to see you in my room once you are finished.”

Unable to stop yourself, you quipped back, “I’ll think about it.”

“By all means, do,” he purred, red eyes narrowing into seductive slits. Even as he backed out of the room, sweat beads beginning to glisten on his forehead, he somehow still made you want to do nothing more than hand yourself over to him completely. “But let me assure you that the actual thing will be so much more enjoyable than whatever you end up imagining.”

With that, he was gone, and you were left with nothing but yourself and your newfound neediness. You had half a mind to chase after the first-born, but the other half of your mind was insisting that you go to Mammon, as he was the one who had called you in the first place. With a small sigh, you headed off down the hallway toward your room. It was a short walk, as per usual, but the anticipation that had once again began to swirl in your stomach lengthened it a good bit.

What, exactly, did helping a demon through their rut entail? You assumed that they needed help finishing, but was that it? Of course, you’d help the brothers out with anything, ESPECIALLY if they were in pain because of it, but it was a little unnerving not knowing exactly what you had gotten yourself into. Thank God that Solomon had been there to help cast a spell on you (which you still had no clue what it did, but you trusted him enough to believe that you’d be fine) because, now that you’ve had some more time to think about it, there was no way you’d be able to walk away from this little excursion of yours unscathed.

You hesitated outside of your partially opened door for just a moment before stepping inside and locking the door behind you. As you turned around to once again face the rest of your room, quiet huffing and groaning alerted you of the demon in the room with you.

The sight that blessed your eyes ignited a white-hot fire in your core.

Mammon was sprawled out buck-naked on your bed, your sheets and comforter rumpled enough to lead you to assume that he had been wriggling around on them for a while. As a surprise to no one, your eyes immediately zeroed in on his hand— namely, how said hand was loosely wrapped around his length and lightly jerking it. His caramel skin glistened under a sheen layer of sweat from his exertions, and his head was tipped back against your pillow as he chased a semblance of relief.

You mindlessly take a few steps toward the sight. Had he not noticed you were in the room yet? Considering how tightly his eyes were screwed shut and how his breathing was getting progressively louder, it wasn’t impossible.

“Mammon?” you called out hesitantly, unsure if you should be interrupting or not. Although, he had called you specifically to help him with this exact thing, so maybe you were worrying about nothing.

His eyes snapped wide open the moment his name came out of your mouth; he really hadn’t heard you enter then. A shuddering inhale shook his form for a moment before he pushed himself up to a seated position and said in disbelief, “You really came.”

As if you could ignore his phone call. You rolled your eyes as you finished closing the gap between the two of you, your hands lifting to cup Mammon’s warm cheeks. “I said I would, didn’t I?” Unintelligible mumbling followed that you silenced by pressing your thumb against his lips. “What do you want me to do?”

Without a word, Mammon’s hands gripped your waist and guided you onto his lap, your knees on either side of him. His hot mouth instantly found your neck, the feeling of his hasty kisses and the occasional nip stealing your breath away. Not staying in one place too long, the kisses quickly trailed their way down toward your collarbone, only for the fabric of your shirt to get in the way. Aside from his annoyed grumbling, Mammon didn’t make any comments about it and simply tugged at your shirt, wordlessly asking you to take it off.

Of course you complied (because why would you not?) and freed yourself from the now-restrictive fabric. No sooner had you wriggled out of your top than had Mammon’s hands begun to roam all over your body, almost as if he was attempting to commit your form to memory. 

Everywhere his hands went brought a tingling sensation to your skin. Eventually, one dipped low enough to fiddle with the band of your shorts, although it didn’t go any farther than that. As great as the makeout session was, a growing firmness pressing along the inside of your thigh and the unsteadiness of his touch reminded you of exactly why you were called in the first place.

“Mammon,” you tried, but your words fell on deaf ears as Mammon was too lost in the feeling and taste and touch of you to even register that you had spoken. Fog rolled across your mind as he found a particularly sensitive spot and capitalized on it, teeth gently scraping against the skin which was immediately followed by a soothing swipe of his tongue. Still, you found it somewhere within you to try again. “Mammon, wait.”

“Hm?” His lips buzzed pleasantly against your neck, eyes turning up toward your own.

Your stomach flipped at the sheer want pooling in their golden ichor. “I’m here to help you with your rut, but right now I feel more like we’re focusing on me.”

“Of course I’m focusin’ on you,” he harrumphed, a look of embarrassment shading his features. “You’re a human! There’s no way you’d be able to jump right on in without gettin’ hurt, so I’m… I’m tryin’ to warm you up a bit.”

You chuckled, running a hand through his hair reassuringly. “That’s awful sweet of you, babe, but I’m seriously fine. Solomon hooked me up with some magic before I came over, so I’m all set.”

His grip on your hips tightened at the mention of the sorcerer, but he didn’t say anything about it. Instead, his hands jumped from your hips to your shoulders, flipping you onto the bed with Mammon positioned between your legs. You’d never noticed it before, but his canines were slightly more pointed than a human’s; they’re all you focused on when a smirk crept onto his features. “You should’ve said somethin’ sooner.”

If before had been the warm-up, then the main event was the warm-up times ten. Your mouths crashed together, and you found yourself fighting to stay caught up with Mammon’s urgent pace. The bed creaked underneath the two of you as Mammon rushed to get the rest of your clothes off. It was impressive how he managed to slide off your shorts without breaking away from you, but you weren’t allowed to dwell on that thought for very long at all.

“You’re sure about this?” His breathless question warmed your heart. Even now, as his legs trembled with the discomfort he was surely in and his gaze grew hazy, he had the decency to make sure that you were sure. You hadn’t faltered from your original commitment once, but now you were certain you had made the right choice.

A cheeky grin split across your face. “I’ve never been more sure about something in my life.”

No sooner had you gotten the words out than had Mammon’s cock shoved its way through your entrance, his hips pressing flush against your own. The burning feeling of your walls stretching to take him in so suddenly proved too much to handle, your body arching into his own as a gasping whine tore from your lips.

For a moment— just a moment— he stilled, allowing you to adjust to his size. One of his hands hooked underneath your knee and pulled it closer to your side so he could get a better angle. A shot of pleasure ran through you as the repositioning briefly caused your muscles clenched around him. Seeing the shudder rack your form, Mammon rolled his hips into yours. Your head tipped back at the feeling of his swollen length dragging against your walls, and he wasted no time in leaving blossoms of orchid and rouge along the now-exposed column of your neck.

As your eyes rolled back at the feeling, you missed how he shifted above you, gripping the head of your headboard with his other hand for support. You didn’t miss how his hips pulled back and thrust up into you, nor did you miss how each thrust following that was just as strong.

Unrestrained sounds fell from your open mouth as Mammon launched into an aggressive pace that left you scrabbling for purchase on his shoulders or back so you wouldn’t hit your headboard. The moment your hands bumped into something protruding from his back, your eyes flew open to search for what exactly you had just touched. 

At some point, Mammon must have shifted to his demon form, as his wings were currently curling over the two of you almost like some sort of shield. Your legs squeezed together at the sight, allowing Mammon’s next thrusts to find your g-spot. 

“Fuck, Ma-Mammon,” you cursed, the demon on top of you growling lowly as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned before pressing a firm kiss along your jaw. “You’re doin’ so good for me, y/n.”

You answered with a keening moan, as you were sure that you wouldn’t be able to articulate any more actual words— not while Mammon kept plowing into you at this speed, anyway. Tension coiled tightly in your abdomen, each thrust drawing you closer and closer to your peak. You couldn’t tell how close Mammon was, but with as ragged as his panting was growing, you assumed he wasn’t all that far behind you.

With every passing moment, your body grew more and more flush with heat and your moans increased in volume, which Mammon encouraged with more whispered praise. One particularly strong smack of his hips against yours triggered the release of a loud whine from your throat, and you were sure you wouldn’t be able to last much longer. “Just like that, sweetheart.” His lips brushed tantalizingly against your ear, making sure that you heard him over yourself. “Let ‘em all know who’s makin’ you feel this good.”

A few more solid thrusts were all it took to make you unravel, your toes curling and your body arching into Mammon at the utter bliss engulfing you entirely. 

“Mammon!” you wailed, all other words escaping you as stars danced behind your eyes. Your walls clenching down on him pushed Mammon over the edge as well, his hips stuttering before pressing as deep inside of you as he could, release spilling into your throbbing core. A groan tumbled from his lips as his teeth sunk into the crook of your neck, the sharp stinging drawing a soft whine from yourself.

After a few moments of deepening his mark, Mammon flopped onto his back and rolled you on top of him, his arms wrapping tightly around your body to gently hold you against him. The bliss from orgasming was now wearing off and was being replaced with exhaustion. Tension seeped out of you in waves as you relaxed against Mammon’s heaving chest, his skin cool against your warm cheek.

Laughter soon met your ears, and the shaking body beneath you made it pretty obvious who it was coming from. Drowsily, you pushed yourself up to a sitting position and let Mammon slip himself out of you while you threw an inquisitive look his way. The eyes that met your own were no longer ones of a demon in rut, but ones filled with total admiration. “What are you laughing about?”

“You,” he answered simply, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear while his other hand rested loosely on your bare hip.

Your heart fluttered at that, but you played it off with a small smile and a tiny slap against his chest. “Why are you being so cheesy?”

He said nothing, only answering with another laugh as he leaned forward to pepper your face with soft kisses. His laughter turned out to be infectious as you, too, began to laugh, leaving the two of you giggling into each others’ mouths before he pulled away, resting his forehead against your own. “I’m just so happy you actually came, y/n.”

“Me too, I was starting to get worried there for a bit,” you snarked, the teasing lilt evident in your tone. Mammon scoffed at playfully rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist as the corner of his mouth tugged up in a smirk. 

“Sure fooled me. You sure sounded like you were enjoying yourself.” Now it was your turn to fake being offended; you gasped indignantly before turning your head away in a fake pout.

“With this much disrespect, maybe I’ll just show myself out.” 

“Woah there, let’s not be too hasty.” A thumb and forefinger grip your chin and turn your head back toward Mammon, who had a peculiar twinkle in his eye. It was something warm and knowing and light, but you just couldn’t put your finger on it. The odd look didn’t leave when he pulled you against his chest for what felt like the hundredth time that day, nor did it leave when you tangled yourselves up in the other while you cuddled, just taking time to soak the other in.

Eventually, Mammon gave himself over to sleep, his light snores rumbling softly against the side of your neck as he unconsciously wriggled himself impossibly closer into you. You were just about to as well until two short sets of buzzes caught your attention.

Twisting around carefully in Mammon’s arms, you were just able to see your D.D.D. flicking off again after receiving the messages. Luckily, your shorts had ended up getting thrown onto your nightstand, so it wasn’t too much of a challenge to snag your D.D.D. from your back pocket without waking up the sleeping demon latched on to you.

Flicking it open, you saw that the messages had come from Levi.

come over please. I know your with mammon right now

I need help too y/n, please

You cast a glance over your shoulder at the said demon, guilt gnawing at your heart as memories resurfaced of how sweet he had been earlier; however, those memories were soon replaced with ones of Lucifer, disheveled and leaning into your touch, and of Solomon, warning you that you’d end up helping all of the brothers out. With a sigh, you tapped a quick reply to Levi that you were on your way and eased yourself out of Mammon’s arms.

As you got to your feet, you were surprised to find that you weren’t sore in the slightest, despite how rough Mammon had been. Solomon’s magic really was no joke. It didn’t take you long to slip back into your clothes (granted, you didn’t bother putting your bra and underwear back on because you’d just be taking them off again) and you soon found yourself staring down at Mammon.

You were still guilty about running off to go fuck his younger brother while he was sleeping, but at the same time, you’d feel even more guilty about only helping one brother and leaving the other six to deal with their ruts by themselves. Worrying your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment, you finally steel yourself and commit to your decision, pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead before turning around and marching yourself straight out of your door. You don’t look back, because you know that if you do, the rest of the brothers would end up suffering through their ruts alone.

[harryhandstan]

u know that tiktok prank where the child is rude to their mother as a prank to their dad and see how they react?? can u do a fic where ur child and u do that prank on harry? sorry if that made no sense x

I spend way too much time on tiktok so I knew exactly which trend you meant! It made perfect sense, no worries. I’m only sorry it took me so long and hope you enjoy it!

This is also my first time writing Harry as an established dad..everything else Dad!Harry I’ve written has been pre-dad Harry when the reader is still pregnant. I also left the gender of the child up to the reader’s imagination hope that’s okay!

I really wish I was creative enough to come up with a title but I haven’t had any sleep so here’s 1.4k of Dad!Harry below :) ran it through a spell check and proofread it myself but no beta reader so I apologize for any mistakes!

“Now remember, you’re not really mad at mummy, but we have to make daddy think you are, okay? You have to sound really mean.”

Your 4 year old nods, that same glint of mischief in their eyes that you’d seen in Harry’s countless times before. They were all too eager to share in the prank that you’d planned the night before. 

“Promise I won’t be in trouble, mumma?”

Harry wasn’t easy to surprise, would often figure out quickly what you were up to, but he would never suspect you to rope your child into something so sly and devious. But the second you saw the trend, you knew it was something you at least had to attempt. It was harmless, and even if he did get upset, he would never stay mad for long.

You kiss your child’s forehead, “‘Course not, baby. Just a little joke we’re playing on daddy, alright?”

They nod again, and you question for a second if maybe this is too cruel. But then your child straightens, looks up at you with a big grin on their face and says, “Ready!”

It was business as usual here in the Styles household, an early morning rushing through breakfast and getting your child ready for school. Harry had offered to clean up the breakfast mess while you assisted your little one with whatever they needed to prepare for their day. Normally, you were running late, rushing through your routine and getting out the door later than planned. But this morning, you had sneakily outlined everything earlier so you could hopefully pull everything off in a timely manner.

So when you hear the water to the sink in the kitchen shut off, you know he’s done with the dishes and only seconds from climbing the stairs to get himself ready for the day. He’ll be close enough to hear the argument, but far enough away that hopefully you can compose yourself enough to make him believe it’s real.

“Here he comes, now!” 

Your child springs into action, quickly running to the doorway of their room and shouting, “I hate you, Mummy!” before slamming the door as hard as their little body could. You have to admit it was convincing, if you didn’t know it was a prank, the sting of the words would have truly cut right through your heart. This child was your baby, your love, the perfect mixture of yourself and Harry.

His feet are just landing on the top stair at the slam of the door, and you can tell by the genuine shock on his face that he believes it was real. It’s your turn to play your part, so you turn to him, face scrunched up in mock sadness. You even impress yourself, managing to squeeze a tear from your eye to add that much more to the scene.

You stifle a laugh at how suddenly his face turns from surprise to displeasure. You muffle it enough it sounds like a sob, and he glances between you and your child’s door, not sure which to attend to first. He chooses you, hoping he didn’t hear what he thought he just heard. Surely between the two of you as parents, your child would know better than to act such a way. Sure they tended to get sassy every now and again, but this was a new level of disrespect that he was in disbelief of.

“What’s happened? Leave you two alone for 5 minutes..”

You shrug, “Just offered to help pick out clothes for school and..” You bury your face in your hands, fearing you’ll break out into laughter and ruin it too suddenly. You know if he gets close enough, he’ll be able to see right through the façade and determine it was false.

“S’alright, love.” He touches your elbow, then bends to kiss the top of your head before turning back towards your child’s bedroom door, “I’ll talk to ‘em.”

His footsteps are falling heavier across the floor now and you almost stop him right then and there, confess it’s all fake. You know your child’s not in danger of any real punishment, truth is you were normally the one that had to be firm when it was necessary. Harry was too soft, always forgiving too quickly and not following through with consequences. But this was serious, he would not have his child speak so rudely to anyone, especially their mother.

He tosses the door open, trying his best to cast a stern look across his face. Not so harsh as to scare them, just enough that they know how unacceptable their behavior was. He leaves the door open behind him and you move closer to listen, curious to see just how long your child lasts before they give up the secret the two of you share.

You stand just outside of the door, hear the squeak of the mattress you’re sure was caused by Harry sitting on the edge of it. You can just see your child, fully committed to this charade, thrown across the bed, an arm dramatically covering their face. Like you said, a perfect mix of you and Harry, but definitely getting more of the dramatic side from you. 

Harry keeps his voice low and calm enough that you don’t make out all of what is said, but when you hear the phrase “apologize to mummy” you take that as your cue to join them, leaning against the frame of the open door. There’s a quick exchange of a look between you and your child, who sits on the edge of the bed next to Harry, still in their rainbow pajamas, hair a ruffled mess of curls from how they had slept the night before. You bring a finger to your lips, a reminder not to say anything yet, before poking your lip out just enough to look upset again.

You almost have to suppress another laugh as your baby sits up on their little knees, leaning close to Harry’s face to the point their noses are almost touching, hands on their hips. They’re precariously balancing themselves, but determined to look their father in the eye when they say, “NO. Won’t say sorry cause Mumma was mean to me.”

Though your child had been stubborn and reluctant to do things in the past, they had never outright refused to do something they were instructed to do. Harry’s mouth opens to say something, but it closes just as rapidly, awe written on his face as he looks up at you. You try to mimic his expression, a hand in front of your open mouth to add a more theatrical flare to your features. His hands come to rest on the child’s shoulders, more in fear of them falling off the bed than anything. He lifts them to sit in his lap, bending to look right in their eyes as he says, “Bubs, what has gotten into you today? You wanna be in trouble?”

The child wiggles expertly out of his grip, running to where you bend to scoop them up, hugging them close with a hand behind their head. Harry’s face is even more puzzled, truly baffled by your child’s behavior. You just shrug at him again, hand continuing to work through the soft, light brown curls on your little one’s head.

Finally, you break the silence, giggle bursting out of you before you whisper loud enough for Harry to hear, “Should we tell him now, lovie?”

The babe looks at you and then back to Harry before returning your laugh, “I think so, mumma.”

“S’all a joke? You BRATS I knew y’were up to somethin’!” He narrows his eyes at the two of you before pointing his finger at you, “M’gonna get ya back for this, s’not nice to tease.”

He lifts himself from his spot on the small twin bed, wiggling his fingers at the child now clinging tighter and squealing with laughter at the idea of being tickled by their dad. 

“G’nna get you too, bub,” He tugs the squirming child from your arms, raising them upwards and spinning with them once before bending to press kisses to their tummy, only causing the squeals to become louder. They put their little hands on his cheeks, “Stop, daddy! Hafta get ready for school!”

“Oh now ya wanna be good and get ready like y’were supposed to be doing? Right then, off you go.” He lands them softly on their feet, final kiss to their cheek, turning them to the dresser in the corner of the room.

He turns back to you, a smirk tugging once side of his mouth upwards. He leans to whisper, keeping his voice low in case the babe were to hear, “I’ll take bub to school this mornin’.” 

He squeezes your hip, “Hope mummy’s ready f’her lesson about why s’not nice to tease daddy when I get back.”

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Yandere Tubbo x Male Reader

Warning: little violence (not that detailed). 

This one is going to be short.

Requested from Pokadeathpony

Backstory: You live in Brighton, England, United Kingdom. (I don’t know where Tubbo lives nor do I know where Tommy lives) One day you were walking to go get some breakfast. Until you bumped into George one of your favorite Minecraft streamers and content creators. You were a small streamer, not that many viewers. You and George began to talk, he later invited you to see the dream SMP world, and you meet the other people of the dream SMP. You then got to meet Tubbo. You thought Tubbo was normal until it took a turn. A big turn. 

Btw you are 17. (Tommy will be turning 17 this year and Tubbo will be 18)

M/N: Male name

Y/T/N: Your Twitch Name.

M/U: Minecraft username

H/C: Hair color

S/C: Skin color

F/D/P: favorite donut place.

Sorry if this is bad.

You were sleeping peacefully until I heard the most annoying sound ever. 

*Beep, beep, beep,* “Ughhhhh.” You were trying to turn it off but you kept missing until you finally got it. ‘Finally got that stupid thing off!’ you thought to yourself. “What time is it?” I looked at the clock. “7:35 am. I might as well get up,” you said to yourself as you slowly got out of bed, stretching your muscles. 

You went to the bathroom to do your business and brush your teeth. After you were done, you grabbed my keys and went to go get breakfast.

As you were walking to go get your daily donuts and coffee, you suddenly bumped into someone causing me to fall. “You okay there?” the voice said, ‘I know that voice!’ you thought to yourself and looked up to see George, George Davidson!!

He handed his hand out, you grabbed his hand. “You alright,” he said, you couldn’t process anything, you just stared at him. You snapped out of your daze. “Yeah, I’m okay. I’m a fan of you by the way,” you replied with excitement. 

“Oh? Really?” he said, “Yes! I’m a big fan of yours! I’m actually a streamer just like you,” You replied. “Oh, really what’s your twitch name?” He asked, wondering maybe he’ll check you out. “Oh, Y/T/N!” 

“Okay, maybe check it out later today. Hey, wanna talk and get some food?” you couldn’t say no to that, how many get to eat with their favorite celebrity? “Yes, I would like. Either way, I was going there before I ran into you.” “Alright, let’s go.”

Time skip (You and George went to go eat, and later he checked out your Twitch channel. 3 days later, you got a DM from George saying; “Do you want to tour the Dream SMP world?” and you gladly accepted the offer. And this is where it all began.)

Y/N POV 

I recently got a message from George saying, “Do you want to tour the Dream SMP world?” and you (Or should I say “we”) know I accepted it. He said tomorrow is when it's happening. 

Time skip to tomorrow. 

I woke up earlier than usual, even beat my alarm clock before it could ring. I went to the bathroom and did my usual. George said he will invite me at 10:30 AM. “What time is it now?” I grabbed my phone and checked, “It's 7:10 AM. Will looks like I’m going to have to wait a while.”

Time skip (3 hours and 20 minutes later)

I hopped onto my PC and started it up. After it started, I opened up Minecraft and checked my Notifications. I received the invite I quickly joined in.

Tubbo POV

I was on the Dream SMP world with Tommy, Corpse, George, BBh, and Dream, when an unknown player had joined the game. That shouldn’t be possible since this server is private nobody can join be us.

“Hey who joined?” I questioned. “Oh, I met this small streamer while I was walking to go get breakfast 3 days ago, and I invited them over to give a tour of the place!” George enthusiastically over discord. 

‘Mmm, so they’re a streamer? Maybe I should get to know them.’ 

Time skip (To be honest this one is rushed. It’s currently 1:08 AM where I live and my mind isn’t functioning right now) 

After I introduced myself and the others did, we began to talk about random things. Apparently, M/N is currently streaming right now, and I went to go check it out. 

After I introduced myself and the others did, we began to talk about random things. Apparently, M/N is currently streaming right now, and I went to go check it out. 

M/N has a facecam on, and I get to see what he looks like. He had looked pulchritudinous. Absolutely exquisite. He had soft fluffy H/C hair, his nice S/C, and how his dazzling E/C shine brighter than the sun. I’m going to say it again, he is ravishing.

‘Wait, why am I calling a guy beautiful?’ this boy is triggering something in me. Something I never experienced before. Something in me wants me to protect him at all cost. ‘No stop thinking about that!’ I pushed these unfamiliar thoughts and feeling down.

As time went on my thing for M/N increased. I don’t know why I’m so infatuated with him. Tried ignoring the thoughts and feelings but they keep coming. 

‘Something is coming out of ME.’ 

Time skip ( 2 months after the meeting)

It’s been two months since our little meeting, M/N is officially part of the SMP world. I’ve been binge-watching M/N streams, his YouTube videos, and I also follow him on all his social media accounts, and sometimes I’ll search the internet to find small information. 

I was currently on a website about M/N. it listed all of the information about him since meeting George is grew rapidly on Twitch and YouTube. ‘I already know all of this!’ I thought to myself as I kept scrolling down until I came upon something interesting. 

“M/n current residence in Brighton, England, United Kingdom.” my eyes widen as I read this, ‘He lives close to me!’ I yelled in my mind. 

I was fanboying until I heard my notifications sound. I stopped what I was doing went to go check who it was from. M/N invited me, I immediately accepted it. The world was loading. “Hello!” M/n yelled.   

It was me, M/N, Tommy, and dream on the server. I noticed that Tommy has been getting close to M/n, really close to for my liking. Tommy would sometimes even flirt, this obviously made me jealous for some reason. 

We were minding our own business until “Hey M/n! Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only 10 I see!” that was the most terrible pick-up line I have ever heard. “Oh my God Tommy?! Really?” M/n said but he was Laughing at that. 

This only made me INFURIATED.

M/n POV

I was minding my own business trying to build my home since I joined 2 weeks ago. The only other people on the server were me, tubbo, Tommy, and dream. Anyway, I was nearly done until Tommy said something, “Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only 10 I see!”

That has to be the most dumbest and funniest pick-up line I heard. “Oh my God Tommy! Really?!” I said while laughing at his attempt at flirting with me. 

Then Tommy went on to say more stupid pick-up line. Some of them were like, “Hey, my name's Microsoft. Can I crash at your place tonight?” and “Are you related to Jean-Claude Van Damme? Because Jean-Claude Van Damme you’re sexy!” Just to name a few. 

I noticed that Tubbo hasn’t been talking as much. I wonder what’s wrong with him. I didn’t take note that was going to lead to something atrocious. 

Anyways we still had fun, Tommy kept trying to flirt. “Hey M/n, I was wondering if we could meet up since you know, we both live in Brighton,” Tommy with hope in his voice, hoping you accept his offer. I began to think, ‘Mmm, should I? Or should I not?’

“You know what? Sure. What time do you want to meet?” I accepted his request. “Uhhhhhh, Maybe on Thursday at 5:30. Meeting place F/D/P.” Tommy replied. “Alright! See you there,” I replied.

No One’s POV

Tubbo was fuming with anger as he was listening in on their conversation. ‘No!!!!! I can’t let this happen! I need to do something.’ Tubbo was thinking to himself, but he didn’t notice that M/n and Tommy had stop talking.

“Hey, Toby! Are you okay? You haven’t been talking,” Tommy said with concern. “Yeah, I’m just fine you know!” Tubbo said with venom and anger in his voice. “Wow there calm down, I was just asking. Geez,” Tommy backed knowing that his friend is anger. 

‘Why is he angry? I did nothing wrong!’ Tommy thought to himself, wanting to know what he did. “You know what, I think I’m going to leave,” Tubbo said as he left the game and went offline. 

“What’s his big deal?” M/n questioned. “I don’t know,” Tommy replied, “I gotta go. See ya later M/n!” “Bye Tommy!” Tommy has left the game. 

Meanwhile. 

“I need to find a way to prevent this meetup!” Tubbo said to himself. Then an idea came into mind. An extreme idea. 

New Messages 

Today at 4:23

Toby: Hey, Tommy. Sorry I lashed out at you today.

Delivered at 4:23 

Tommy is tying…

Tommy: it’s alright mate.

Delivered at 4:23

Toby is typing…

Toby: How about we meet up, so I can apologize in person.

Delivered at 4:24

Tommy is typing…

Tommy: today or tomorrow? Cause I have a meeting with M/n. 

Delivered at 4:24

When Tommy mentioned the meeting toby had to act fast. 

Toby is typing…

Toby: today at my place.

Delivered at 4:25

Tommy is typing…

Tommy: sure thing! When exactly?

Delivered at 4:25

Toby is typing…

Toby: 5:30 

Delivered at 4:25

Tommy is typing…

Tommy: Okay, see you at 5:30

Delivered at 4:26

‘And that WILL be the last time you see.’

Time skip (1 hour 4 minutes)

Toby heard his door knocked. Toby went to go open his door, and there he sees his target. “Hey, Toby!” Tommy let himself in. “So where are your parents?” Tommy questioned. 

“Oh, they’re on their anniversary vacation,” Toby answered. “Ohhh, okay. Wanna head to your room?” “Sure I just need to go get something.” “Okay.” 

While Tommy went upstairs, Toby went into the kitchen. He grabbed the knife and slowly began to walk, he hid the knife behind his back. Once he walked into his room, he locked the door and slowly began to approach Tommy. 

“What are you doing Toby?!” Tommy yelled as walked backward, but then he hit the wall. “It was never meant to be.” those would be the last words, Tommy would ever hear as Toby shoved the knife into Tommy’s heart. 

Toby cleaned up the body by putting it into the trash bag along with the knife. He quickly disposed of the body. 

3 days later

Tommy was reported missing by his parents and the police were on the search. M/n was worried. Toby called M/n to do a cooking stream. M/n was suspicious about this cause this came out of nowhere. But in the end, M/n agreed. 

A few hours have passed and M/n arrived at the residence of Toby. m/n knocked on the door waiting for an answer just then the door swung open revealing a smiling Toby. 

“Hey there M/n! Glad that you arrived!” Toby sounded a bit too happy for your liking. “Please come in!” he invited you in. But as you walked, you heard the door close and lock behind you. Just as you turned around you got knocked by a heavy object. 

You slowly began to wake, you noticed that you were tied up. You looked around until your eyes landed on Toby. He had a wicked smile plaster on his face. 

“Why are you doing this?” you asked desperately wanting to know why. ‘Did he cause Tommy to go missing?’ You thought to yourself until you hear Toby coming to you. 

“You know, I always reject this feeling inside me. This feeling caused me to love you. Tommy was getting in the way of us being together, he had to be dealt with.”

“You’re a monster! You killed Tommy and you think I’m going to love you?!” this angered Toby but didn’t show it. “You’ll learn to love… cause you’ll be staying here…

Forever…”

[kenjikutie]

Starlight [Dabi x Single Mom!Reader]

summary: when you and your children are saved by a man covered in burns, you offer to repaire his staples and clean him up, an offer that gets you much more than you’d bargained for word count: 2.6k warnings: a tiny bit of violence pairing: dabi x fem!reader

waking up at five am every morning to prepare yourself for the day certainly was not how you saw your life turning out four years ago. but, the moment where you opened the door to your twin son’s room washed away all over your regrets and filled the space with nothing but love. you thanked whatever was above you each day that they had ended up looking like you, rather than their father. you didn’t know what you would have done if you had to look at his face for the rest of your life

kindly stroking hibiki’s cheek, you watched as your son squirm awake, blinking away the sleep in his eyes. you smiled softly and whispered your morning greeting to him, watching as he beamed at the sight of his mother. hibiki kicked his small legs at you, a signal for your attention. with a huff, you lifted your son from his bed and sat him on your hip, slightly ticking his sides to see him giggle

when you felt a small tug on your pant-leg, you glanced downward to see hitomu giving you a pout, clearly jealous of the attention his brother was getting. you set your hand on his head, ruffling his soft y/h/c locks before setting down hibiki to present them their outfits for the day. the two had rambled on and on last night about how excited they were to attend their first day of preschool

though you would never tell them, you were just as happy to get a day to yourself while your sons were taken care of. you had so many errands to run, bills to pay and groceries to buy. living as a single mother in the city was tough, both financially and mentally, but it was worth it. you didn’t want to rely on the boy’s father for anything

while you were caught up in your thoughts, hitomu took your hand in his much smaller one, showing you a bright smile, though it was missing a few teeth. he proudly held up his all might lunchbox and you came to the realization he was trying to imitate his idol. hibiki took your other hand, beginning to mutter about how the three of you should get going before they miss breakfast

after locking up the apartment, you kept a steady grip on their hands, not wanting them to get lost in all the hustle and bustle of the city. the boys seemed to glare at everyone who past you, taking their roles as the ‘men of the house’ very seriously. you, on the other hand, were focused on reviewing the route to their preschool, praying that you didn’t get lost along the way

suddenly, you felt a sharp tug on your elbow, causing you to gasp, preparing to let out a scream before a rough hand clamped over your mouth. hitomi and hibiki gripped tightly to you, calling out to you as the three of you were dragged into a nearby alleyway. you were harshly thrown onto the concrete, wincing when you felt your knees scrape against it, surely drawing blood

hibiki clung to your left side, burying his face in your stomach with a sob, “mommy! are you h-hurt?”

you reached upward and set your hands on his cheeks, “hitomi, take your brother and get out of here right now! please!”

darting your eyes around, you caught sight of hitomi but your stomach dropped down to the pits of hell when you saw what he was doing. hitomi had his hands balled up into fists, holding his all might lunchbox in front of him

“l-leave my m-momma alone!”

“hibiki, stop!”, you screamed, terrified of what could happen next

the man laughed, a cruel, wicked sound, before snatching the prized possession out of your son’s hands and throwing it against the brick wall, smirking when he heard it split open. you pulled yourself off the ground, doing the best you could to ignore the throbbing pain in your skull. swiftly, you wrapped your arms around hitomi’s torso, pulling him behind you

with a tightening of your fist, you laid a punch on the attacker’s face, wanting to scream from how bad it hurt. he wiped the blood off of his nose and gripped you by the collar, slamming his forehead onto yours, causing your vision to become nearly entirely black. you could hear your sons crying but couldn’t speak a word

then, a bright flash of blue brought back your vision, feeling yourself slip from the man’s hold and back to the ground. you didn’t even look back at the attacker, despite his screams of pain and agony. hitomi and hibiki were holding one another, tears running down their horrified faces. quickly, you held the back of their heads and tucked their faces into your chest, hoping to hide whatever gruesome thing was happening behind you

when everything went quiet, you shyly lifted your head, flinching when bright blue eyes stared right back at you. the man in front of you was lanky and tall, scars littering his chest and face, along with staples holding his normal skin together. he looked like he was in so much pain and it made your heart ache

“you good?”, he asked, voice gruff and rougher than any sandpaper

“n-no, but,”, you looked up at him with wide eyes, “thank you. thank you so much.”

he didn’t move or acknowledge your thanks, only walked behind you to pick up the lunchbox that now had a huge crack in it, right over the face of your son’s hero. hitomi pulled away from you reluctantly when he felt a tap on his head. his eyes watered at the sight of his lunchbox but he took it back anyways, clutching it to himself

you slowly stood up, but even that was too much for your head. your knees buckled as soon as you were on your feet and you would have fallen back down again had it not been for the hand that steadied your lower back. everything was turning hazy again and you were sure you head a concussion. the last thing you saw was the concerned eyes of your sons and their mouths opening, surely calling out your name

---

you slowly fluttered your eyes open, feeling yourself relax into the softness of a familiar bed. then, you remembered the events before you fell asleep. lifting yourself forward suddenly, you felt the pain in your head come back but you pushed it away, determined to know how you got home and where your children were

the first place you checked was the living room, heart beating even faster when you didn’t see them, only the mess that had been left from their toy playing session the other day. where were your sons? how did you get home? and where-

a relieved sigh left your lips when you opened the door your sons’ room, only to see them snoring softly in their racecar beds. you had never been happier than that moment. when a cough came from the doorway, you jumped, holding out your hands in defense while the figure chuckled

“geez, chill out jumpy. it’s all good.”

the man from before stared at you with humor in his eyes. a part of you said to hit him until he left your home, to chase him out but, another part was begging you to make him stay. you just had to know who had saved you from something so terrible

taking one last look at your sleeping sons, you joined him in the hallway, keeping the door open out of paranoia. he kept his eyes on you, making you more nervous by the second

“um, thank you for back there. if you hadn’t come-”

“you already thanked me. hit your head that hard, jumpy?”, he teased and you felt your fists clench

“well, im sorry if im a bit uneasy after being attacked in an alleyway!”, you threw up your hands and stormed into your room, hearing him cackle behind you but follow you nonetheless

taking a seat on the edge of your bed, you felt tears begin to pool in your eyes. hurriedly wiping them away with your hand, you could feel the bed dip beside you, but neither of you said anything. you held your face in your hands, softly crying your heart out

dabi winced at the sound, the noise of a mother sobbing bringing back memories he would much rather have forgotten. when he had seen you and your kids get pulled into the alleyway, he had contemplated doing nothing to help, just continuing back to the bar. but, the face that had comforted him throughout the nightmare that was childhood would not leave his mind until he saved you

you peeked out from between your fingers to see a tissue being dangled in front of your face. eyes widening, you reached out to accept it, dabbing at your eyes with the soft tissue

“im a failure of a mother.”, you whispered and dabi quickly placed his hand on your shoulder, turning you to face him

“from what i saw, you punched the dude in the face and managed to protect your kids even after gettin’ the life headbutted outta ya. you’re not a bad mom.”

when he began to stand up, you latched onto the sleeve of his long jacket, head hanging down, “why are you doing this? i don’t even know you.”

and at that moment, all he saw was his mother

“you remind me of someone i know.”

raising your head, you tossed the tissue into your garbage can and looked up at him with a pout. he nearly laughed at how much you looked like a little kid but your splotchy eyes made his heartache

“let me repay you.”, dabi raised his eyebrows with a teasing smirk and you blushed, “not like that! i meant that i could fix your staples, they look like they hurt.”

after thinking for a minute, he nodded, “lead the way, jumpy.”

---

dabi was sat on the edge of your bathtub, watching your every move. when you bent down to take the supplies out of the cabinet, his eyes trailed a bit lower but he shook his head with a smirk. you would so not be into that, he thought

“it’s probably gonna hurt but don’t worry, i took a few nursing courses in college so i don’t think i’ll kill you.”, you joked and it made him feel a bit better that you had calmed down

“that’s good to know, jumpy.”

you stood up and set a hand on your hip, looking down at the man with a look typically reserved for your children, “would you stop calling me that?”

kneeling down in front of the tub, you began to wet a cotton ball with some peroxide while dabi shook his head, “no can do. i don’t know what your name is.”

“well, i don't know yours either.”

“and you’re not gonna- jesus!”, dabi jumped at the sudden sting on his cheek and you quickly apologized, rambling about how it was supposed to hurt less if it was a surprise

the two of you entered a comfortable silence, you gently removing and replacing his staples after disinfecting his raw skin. dabi began to look around your bedroom, at least what he could see from the doorway. no photos of anyone but your kids and someone he assumed was your mom. the right side of the bed looked like it hadn’t been used

“your husband probably won’t be happy to find me here, ya know?”, he was pressing slightly, watching to see any reaction you made but your face stayed neutral as you tossed another cotton ball into the trash

“i don’t have a husband, just me and my sons.”, your eyes held sadness, a different one from earlier, this one was dull and seemed very old

“oh. did he-”

“yes.”, your hold on his skin turned harsher and dabi caught your wrist, meeting your eyes before pushing your hand back

“sorry.”, you muttered, going back to your work while dabi watched you intently

the father of your kids must have been someone pretty stupid to leave the three of you. your sons seemed to love you a ton, considering how their walk home consisted of one of them glaring at him while holding your hand and the other quietly telling him where to go

he remembered looking down at your face while you slept in his arms. you were one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid his eyes on, so it was only natural to think you had someone waiting for you at home. but, the only boys who had your heart where the four-year-olds who wouldn’t leave your side until they fell asleep

he had been so deep in thought that he hadn’t even noticed you had finished up. you were right. dabi felt much better. he could finally move his arms and face without feeling like he was about to rip his skin off. maybe he would come back here again if it ever got too bad

“thanks, jumpy.”, dabi said, watching as you glanced down at the tile floor

“y/n. i’m y/n.”, he hadn’t expected you to tell him your name, figuring your paranoia would still have the better of you

dabi fixed his coat and let you walk him to the front door, taking a glance at you from the side. you were gorgeous but, there was nothing he could do about it. he was one of the most wanted villains in japan. it was a miracle you hadn’t noticed who he was yet

the two of you stood in the entryway, you avoiding his gaze and him refusing to look anywhere else. he would probably never see you again with how his life was going but there was a pull in him, a part of himself he had locked away a long time ago, that wanted him to stay here, to fall in love with you

you felt a rough hand place itself on your cheek and you gasped, locking eyes with the man who had saved your life. dabi leaned in and couldn’t help but notice that you did too, but, all you received was a peck on the forehead

“you don’t have to leave, you know?”, you said and he could see the worry in your eyes, but it wasn’t fear for yourself

“sorry beautiful, but i have some prior engagements to take care of. but, you ain’t gotta worry, nothing like that’s gonna happen to you again.”, furrowing your eyebrows as the man opened your door, you reached out to grab him, but he was faster than you

“see you tomorrow morning, y/n.”

the end.

[halloweenhoneylover]

the window

summary: reader gives spencer a really cute holiday gift, and he really, really appreciates it (spencer reid x gn!reader)

word count: 2.7k

author’s note: this was supposed to be a blurb lmao. also anon, u did not specify gender, so this is gender neutral!!! also, this is for the holiday season and isn’t specific to christmas (aside from mentions of secret santa gift exchange). also also, spencer knits canonically.

I KNOW WHAT YOU DID.

Rolling your eyes, you closed the seemingly menacing pop-up on your screen and continued to finish up your paperwork. A few seconds passed before a second pop-up appeared.

DO NOT CLOSE MY MESSAGES!!!

You heaved a sigh and stood, making your way to Garcia’s lair. Pushing the door open, you skipped a greeting entirely and chided, “Dude, you gotta stop sending scary pop-ups to my computer. People are gonna start thinking that unsubs are hacking the FBI and threatening agents.”

From beneath her horn-rimmed glasses, Penelope tutted and chewed the end of her pen. “You are no fun. Besides, you are forgetting my immensely cool and mysterious origin story. ‘The Black Queen’ was not one of the good guys!”

“That’s true,” you admitted, “but you’re one of us now, so that means no more suspicious messages unless you want to be fired.”

She gave you a contemptuous glare, “Not gonna happen. Also, I’m really shocked that you thought you could distract me from the matter at hand.”

Furrowing your brow, you replied, “I don’t even know what the matter at hand is.”

Garcia’s smirk curled devilishly. “You and Reid.”

Further confusion ensued. “And what about us?”

She groaned and threw her head back, “Oh my god, you really are dragging this out. I know that you did not get him for Secret Santa, but you still got him a present.” The quirking of her eyebrows was enough to indicate that she meant more than what she was saying, and you were hesitant to explore the implications.

“Okay, first of all, it is illegal to look at my credit card history, and secondly, he is my best friend, so yes, I got him a present. Is that a crime?”

“Certainly not...but this does solidify the fact that you’re in love with him.”

“Dear god, Garcia, I am not in love with Spencer Reid.”

The look she gave you was one of utter incredulity. Her disbelief was so strong in fact that she did not deign your statement worthy of verbal response. Instead, she sat there. Staring. And under her rather unnerving gaze, you began to fidget, your resolve slowly dissolving. Squeezing your eyes shut, you relented. 

“Okay, maybe I am the littlest, tiniest bit in love with Spencer Reid.”

“Well, duh, but what I really need to know is when you’re gonna tell him.”

“When? Garcia, this is not a ‘when’ question. Actually, it’s not a question at all because never in a million years would I ever tell him.”

“Why not?” she exclaimed, gesturing with her pen still in hand. “You spend almost all of your time together, at work and at home! You guys go to bookstores and museums and cafes. He talks about his silly little statistics, and you listen, and you make your silly little jokes, and he laughs; you’re a match made in heaven! And he’s so obviously into you! That boy writes the definition of heart eyes every time he looks at you.”

Steeling your jaw, you rebutted, “That’s just not true.” Your voice faltered. “Sure, I’ve noticed a certain...affection, but he does not love me in the same way I love him.” You let out a shaky breath before deciding to continue. “Did you know that in all of our years of friendship he’s never touched me? I mean sure, it’s happened once or twice in the field, but that was always an accident. And yeah, I know he has his thing with germs, but don’t you think if he liked me as anything more than a friend, he would have done something by now? A pinky promise, a teasing elbow jab—I don’t know—something?”

Penelope’s face softened, and she tried to recover your confidence. “He’s like that with everyone! He likes his space. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him initiate contact with anyone on the team.”

 “But isn’t that the point, Garcia? I’m just like everyone else to him. He wants space from me.” Bitterness roiled in your stomach and dripped from your tongue. “Not very romantic, huh?” 

Trying to piece together a counterargument, she stumbled slightly, “No, I will give you that.” She paused. “But I think he’s just scared. Not of germs, not of you, but of his feelings for you. He’s not the most well-adjusted person I know.”

You chuckled lightly, gradually resuming your normally light-hearted disposition, “I would agree.”

“Well, I hope he likes his present.”

The semblance of a tired smile graced your face. “Yeah, me too.” 

You turned to walk out and had almost made it out the door when her voice stopped you. “Also, I will stop sending suspicious pop-ups to your computer.”

Peeking back through the doorway, you grinned.“I think it’d be for the best. Texting does exist for a reason.”

——— 

It had been a really good day. It wasn’t often where an entire day in the bullpen passed only with friends and laughter and love and light, but today was one of them. Snow fell silently outside the windows, but everything inside felt warm like laughing so hard that your cheeks ache and your stomach hurts.

By now, a sort of daze had befallen the team as the giddiness wore on and the alcohol set in, fuzzing eyes and minds. Most everyone had paired off after the gift exchange a few minutes prior, but no one had drifted too far. (Maybe it was the team instinct: never stray too far from the pack, but it was also likely that everyone just enjoyed the proximity to their loved ones, their family.) Garcia seemed to be in heaven, tucked into Morgan’s side on a couch that had been dragged haphazardly into the bullpen, and murmured conversation stretched on with intermittent peals of laughter. Predictably, Hotch and Rossi had sequestered themselves to a nearby desk, their scotch glasses never dry and grins never fading. (Hotch during the holidays was something special. His often frigid demeanor thawed, and out from the ice peeked his former self who wasn’t so serious. (His rare giggles were quite the surprise though.)) Emily and JJ sat on the latter’s desk, discussing anything and everything (except for psychopathic murderers), while you had pulled your chair up to sit beside Spencer at his desk. 

“So are you pleased about your gift from Rossi?” you asked, a faint grin playing at your lips.

“I am,” he replied, clearly enthused. “But I don’t think I’ll ever understand how he managed to get an authentic TARDIS key.” His finger traced the edge of the authenticity certificate Rossi had bestowed on him that sat on his desk; the key was already hanging around his neck.

You raised your eyebrows and nodded. “Well, money is a powerful thing.”

“True,” he mused before furrowing his brow. “But that’s another thing, the expense limit is not a suggestion, but he always treats it like it is. Puts all the rest of us to shame.”

“There’s no shame in an inexpensive gift!” you argued. “As long as time or thought was put in, it doesn’t matter.”

“Penelope surely didn’t skimp on time spent for yours,” he said, pointing to the homemade knitted hat and glove set on the desk beside you.

“No, I did not!” she yelled from her spot on the couch, somehow having managed to pick up on your conversation, and you laughed. “Lots and lots of time and love was poured into those!” Her speech was slightly slurred as her eggnog intake began to infringe on her lucidity.

“I know this, and I love you for it,” you beamed at her.

“I love you too.” She proceeded to bury her face in Derek’s shoulder who could only chuckle at her antics. 

You picked up a glove and inspected it. “I truly cannot comprehend how she made these. Circular knitting needles are my living hell.”

Sitting up with renewed interest, Spencer said, “If you need help with them, I could lend a hand. I knit my mom a sweater this year, and I think I finally understand how they work if you ever wanted me to show you.”

“I’d love that.” Hopefully, the flush of your cheeks could be blamed on the wine you had had. “Speaking of your mom, how is she? Are you excited to see her?”

The corners of his mouth turned up, and he nodded. “She’s good; her nurse said she’s been doing really well lately. She’s less paranoid, more alert, so I’m really excited. I think this will be a good trip.”

“I’m so glad!” You sat there with a dumb smile for a moment, your mind lagging for a moment (damn wine) before realization crashed onto you. “Wait, speaking of your mom, I have something for you!” He cocked his head to the side as you stood up and went to your desk, rifling through one of the drawers. Pulling out a neatly wrapped gift, you trotted back over and offered it to him. “This is for you.”

He took it, running a hand over the wrapping paper (it was the one with cowboys wearing Santa hats that you had found when shopping together a couple weeks before, his favorite). “(Y/N), you didn’t have to get me anything.”

Shrugging lightly, you said, “Yeah, I know we did the whole gift exchange thing, but I saw it, and I thought of you and had to get it.” And you definitely did not actively seek this out for him in the search for his perfect present. Which is something somebody who is definitely not in love with him would do.

He looked up at you, eyes already glassy and searching your face for something. You weren’t sure what he was looking for, but then he met your gaze with unwavering certainty. “Thank you, (Y/N/N).”

“No problem, ya big sap, now open it already.” 

Ever the cautious one, he opened it carefully, sliding a finger under the edge of the paper and gently easing the tape up. The small action of unwrapping a present so attentively was just so Spencer your heart swelled as you suppressed the growing grin. From the paper emerged a book.

“‘A Collection of Poems by Geoffrey Chaucer,’” he murmured, smoothing a hand over the cover.

When he didn’t immediately react, seemingly frozen, nerves crept up the back of your neck, and you sputtered out some sort of reasoning. “I know your mom used to read Chaucer to you; you mentioned ‘The Parliament of Fowls’ when we worked the Fisher King case, and it’s in this collection, and I thought it’d be fun for you to take it to Vegas and read it together and—”

Your explanation came to an abrupt halt as Spencer threw his arms around you, enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug. Immediately melting into it, you embraced him with a similar intensity and buried your face in his neck. Something in his touch allowed you to let go, and it felt like the moment you could finally exhale. 

A breath you’d been holding for longer than you could remember. 

You could smell the cologne that he wore for ‘special occasions’ and his shampoo and something so faint but so undeniably him, and his hand slid up to the back of your head, cradling it in the most tender fashion, and you felt like you could cry. So you pulled him closer, and he did the same.

The hug definitely lasted longer than what most people would find comfortable, but neither of you could be convinced to retreat until you became aware of the silence that had settled over the bullpen. You felt the many pairs of eyes on you, and it pained you to pry yourself off of Spencer. Breathless, you looked around at the shocked faces of your co-workers who sat with mouths agape and eyes wide. You coughed slightly to try to ease the tension and then for some reason beyond your knowledge, you decided to wave at them in the most awkward fashion. Sitting back down, you could feel stares lingering as conversation resumed, and you looked up at Reid who looked like a deer in headlights. You laughed quietly, tugging his sleeve until he received the memo and sat down again. 

He cleared his throat and avoided eye contact, glancing at his present. “Thank you for the book, (Y/N/N).”

“You’re welcome,” you replied, your tone earnest as ever. Still reeling from the hug, you faintly became aware of the speed of your heartbeat and unconsciously brought a hand to your chest. You attempted fruitlessly to sort through your raging thoughts, while across from you, Spencer tried to think of something, anything to say now. 

He couldn’t really believe he’d done it. His germaphobia remained everpresent, but somehow the emotion welling in his chest at your sincerity and benevolence had overridden it, and he felt helpless in stopping himself. His heart had lurched in his chest as if it was suddenly struck with the need to be in your hands, propelling him forward. But it wasn’t like he hadn’t wanted to. He had wanted to for so long, but he’d never mustered the courage before. There was something so special, so intimate about touch, and so many people gave it so freely, and he just didn’t understand how they could allow themselves the indulgence. The absolute luxury of giving and receiving love. Spencer often felt like he sat by a window, watching his life pass by outside of it, and he had always wanted to open it, to really experience all the joy and all the grief and all the love that was waiting for him, but it was scary to open himself up to those feelings and the hurt that could ensue. So, he usually sat discontented by his window. But today, it was like he’d grabbed a hammer and smashed the glass completely and stepped through to be able to return the love you had offered him. 

It felt so good.

But now, he had no idea what to do. He stood there in the midst of the shattered glass, and deep down, he knew had to take the last couple steps to get to you, but he didn’t know how. 

His fingers fidgeted in his lap as he analyzed your blank face, trying to find something to give him the next direction when a realization hit him. “I didn’t get you anything!”

Drawn back from the depths of whatever thought you had been stuck in, you met his gaze and shook your head. “Seriously, don’t worry about it. I broke the gift exchange rules to get you something, so you had no way of knowing.”

“But I feel terrible.” His eyebrows drew together, and he frantically tried to think of some way to repay you. “You get me an incredibly lovely and wonderfully thoughtful gift, and I’m the loser who didn’t get his best friend a present!”

“Spencer—”

“Wait!” he interrupted, a revelation arriving. (He knew how to take the last steps.) “When I get back after the holidays, do you want to get dinner with me? Then, we can go to the bookstore on 10th that you love, and you can pick out a book, and I’ll pay.”

Your eyes widened further than you thought possible, and your heart which had only partially recovered was off to the races once again. You decided to take the plunge and ask the burning question. “Do you—um, do you mean like a date?”

“Yeah,” he answered, beaming so brightly. “Yes. Like a date. If you want to.”

You held each other’s gaze, and the warmth that had filled the bullpen all day filled your chests, and you smiled so hard your faces hurt. 

So silly, you thought, to have wasted all this time boarding up my affection and keeping it tucked away, safe and useless.

So ridiculous, he thought, to have sat by that stupid window for so many years when the real thing feels so sweet.

“I think I’d like that a lot.”