#how to give your enemies nightmares- step one: date

[kariachi]

Who wants more villain4villain Levinstar fic? This time the Tennysons pov on the whole team-up.

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The Tennyson cousins were learning quickly that by far the worst combo to deal with was Kevin and Darkstar.

They hoped, at first, that like most of the other team-ups their enemies had this would be a one and done deal. Charmcaster and Hex hardly ever showed up together anymore. The Negative Ten, never again. Kevin and Vilgax’s partnership, though terrifying, had been brief. So as much as having an ambush by Kevin suddenly take a turn when Darkstar showed up to drag away Gwen’s attention- leaving both Tennysons more vulnerable, it had been luck more than anything they’d managed to drive them off- there’d been no reason to believe it would happen again. They’d been beaten, Darkstar was proud and not known to work with others before then, and Kevin was short-tempered and considered unlikely to give to give somebody a second chance. Of course, as with so many others, it would only take the one defeat to split them apart. The cousins would be able to breathe easy.

At least until they arrived at a robbery to find Darkstar there and been blindsided partway through the fight by Kevin putting Ben through a wall. It was an unprecedented event, for a team-up to continue like this without a prior history- and god had they searched for any hints of a prior history in hopes of finding some sort of leg up- and they’d been completely unprepared. They were thankfully quick learners, and had realized by the third encounter that if they just saw one they should be prepared for the other. Unfortunately, their enemy was also too fucking smart and too fucking stubborn and as soon as they realized they’d figured out the game they didn’t give up like the heroes were used to. No, they changed tactics.

They would gang up on one when they were alone. They would each target their own Tennyson in separate locations at the same time. They would target each other’s targets at the same time (and that had been a shocker). Traps were laid. Fake-outs were used to make them paranoid- which the bastards openly found hilarious. Sometimes they would take a few days to lick their wounds, sometimes it would be weeks on end. And each time the Tennysons would win, but only just.

The problem was that Kevin was incredibly dangerous- he was smarter than he seemed, too powerful and versatile, and he didn’t let up- and Darkstar wasn’t that much better- smart, powerful, and able to feed off them at range if he got any opening. Alone they had been enough to give the Tennysons their fair share of trouble, but together? And when they only got better at fighting side-by-side?

Worse still, while initial attempts at getting them fighting each other had worked like a charm- not driven them apart, because the universe hated the cousins apparently, but cost the pair fights- it had stopped working after a point. The sniping back and forth had just become part of their banter, because the two had needed banter apparently, and after a point the Tennyson had been hit with the realization that things had developed there. Unfortunate, unholy things. Probably they should’ve guessed around the time the two started defending each other’s honor, but no, it had been after an unfortunate and unnecessary encounter that had left them swearing not to barge in anywhere ever again, no matter what they thought the fuckers inside might be up to. Some things you didn’t need to see.

So not only were they dealing with a persistent threat that was more than happy to play mind games as well and cause massive destruction, but they were also being dealt constant psychological damage by the knowledge of just how unlikely it was looking they would be able to get things back to normal without serious fallout. Nobody on the planet wanted to see what a Kevin scorned looked like.

Was it any wonder then that Gwen decided to go remote and wait until she and her cousin could rent a place together, rather than go off to college on her own?

[cherrixpie]

HOW NOT TO DATE A SLYTHERIN

part two of five

↬ being harry potter's sister wouldn't make dating theodore nott any easier - which was why you tried to hide it. only, you had some very perceptive friends.

↬ sfw; mostly fluff; wc: 3.4k; cw: none; secret relationship trope, potter!reader, griffindor! reader

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“Be careful,” you whispered to him, words leaving your lips and being breathed in by Theo’s, just a fraction of an inch apart from yours. “Someone might already be up,” you said worriedly, pushing lightly at his chest. “Go!”

Theo didn't want to go. In moments like these, having you pressed up against your dorm door, hair disheveled from sleep, looking just about ready to be devoured, it was hard to keep being the sensible one. But you were right. Stealing one last kiss, full of morning breath and murmured Italian endearments, Theo parted from you. “See you later, principessa,” he promised seductively, relishing in the little blush that took over your cheeks.

“If you aren't taken apart by a stray griffindor on your way back,” you retorted in a hushed tone and Theo chuckled carelessly. Sparing you one last glance, heavy with something undefined, he took the stairs down. The wooden steps of the griffindor tower creaked faintly under his careful steps, the sound swallowed by the quiet hum of the early morning.

The griffindor common room was empty, save for the dying embers in the fireplace casting flickering shadows on the walls. In a few steps, he had crossed the length of the room and paused near the portrait hole, his sharp eyes scanning the room one last time before pushing the frame open, scrunching together his eyebrows when the fat lady stirred and muttered something in her sleep.

He stepped into the cool corridor, reminiscing in the memories of last night. A particularly haunting nightmare had made him restless, so restless, in fact, that he couldn't resist to grab his broom and fly a few rounds around the quiddditch pitch. Only, that hadn't helped the images popping up in his head any time he closed his eyes. So he flew up to your window daringly, knocking and damn near giving you a heart attack.

Luckily, your fellow dormitory students were already fast asleep when you opened the window for him. After some exchanged hushes of worry and excitement, you had pulled him into your bed, letting him engulf you in a hug as you rested against his chest. Which was how you awoke the next morning, with you getting him out of your dormitory before your friends woke up.

Theo congratulated himself on sneaking out of enemy territory unseen. Enemy, of course, except for you. A smile tugged at his lips in spite of himself as his mind vividly recounted your hands in his hair, soothing him to sleep. There was no other person who he could trust this unconditionally, not just with his body, but with his soul. Soul. Unbelievable, that he was starting to lament over such sentimental crap. But looking into your eyes, it was a challenge not to become one of the lovesick, sappy idiots he used to sneer at.

“What are you doing here?”

Theo was ripped out of his reminiscent haze by a shrude voice and he cursed himself for letting down his guard and deviating from his usual vigilance. Ron Weasley stood in front of him, panting in his quidditch attire with a broom clutched in his hand. Tensely, he stared at Theo, looking just about ready to jump him.

“I didn't know borrowing books was a reasonable offense now,” Theo remarked with a disparaging smile, brushing past the ginger without a second glance to avoid further questioning.

The boy opened his mouth in protest and shot around in the direction Nott had taken off, but the corridor was empty, save for the portraits who had watched the exchange with mild interest. Some of them sniggered and Ron threw a nasty scowl their way, pushing open the portrait hole. Strange. But he shrugged it off, opting to catch a few minutes of sleep before breakfast.

“Have you slept a single hour last night?” Hermoine asked pointedly when you yawned for the third time since breakfast. Propping up her book so Slughorn wouldn't catch the two of you whispering, she raised a brow. “You look really tired, maybe you should-”

“I’m fine,” you cut her off with a reassuring smile, copying down the ingredients for an amortentia potion. Indeed, you had been a little caught up with staring at your sleeping boyfriend's face last night other than sleeping. But how were you supposed to rest when your heart beat like a jackhammer at his arm around your waist. “You’ll just have to coordinate the brewing, I’m afraid, or I’ll release a biochemical weapon onto the class.” Hermoine laughed.

Just then, Slughorn demanded the class’s attention, waving a sheet of parchment in his hands. “For this lesson, I thought we would switch things up a bit.” A loud groan echoed through the class and Hermoine and you exchanged exasperated glances. Only Slughorn seemed truly delighted by the idea as he flattened the parchment, reading out the assigned pairs.

Hermoine got paired up with Malfoy, to her great displeasure, but when Slughorn got to the letter ‘P’, he paired up Harry with Dean and you with- “Mr Nott,” Slughorn announced, rolling up the parchment. “Please, get together in your assigned pairs. You have one hour to brew an amortentia potion. Start … now!”

“Poor us,” Hermoine sighed, packing her things. Oh, yes. Poor you. Sneaking a glance at Theo, you saw him hoist his quill, parchment and books into his arms to come over. The bags under his eyes were a little more pronounced than usual, and you knew why. Looking at him made your heart beat louder once more. “It’s just one hour,” you attempted to comfort Hermoine who took off, steering towards a very displeased looking Malfoy.

“May I sit here?” a grave voice whispered way too close to your ear. Flinching, you jerked your head back and made room for Theo to sit, sending him a firm look. But no movement disturbed the perfect symmetry of his features as he sat down, collecting the ingredients on the table before you. Shyly, you dared brush your hand with his and saw his perfect lips twitch in the corner of your eye.

His hand fell under the table as if by chance, and he hooked his pinkie finger around yours, squeezing it gently. A silent exchange. Releasing your hand, Theo opened his book and propped it up, igniting the fire beneath your cauldron with a simple flick of his wand. If you hadn't known better, you’d have been deeply intimidated by the irked glance he spared you. “Focus, Potter. I don't want to fail this lesson because of you.”

“Are your skills so poor they deflate in the presence of my humble self?” you retorted, attempting to suppress a grin. He was better at this, at controlling his expression to a tee, masking his true feelings with indifference and disdain. You, on the other hand, were faced with the challenge of not breaking out into a bright smile any time you two locked eyes, if you didn't want to blow your cover.

Without another comment, Theo assigned the task of cutting up the ingredients to you, giving you exasperated looks any time you didn't chop them up fast enough. But when your half-finished potion let out a loud hiss and puffed out a thick cloud of smoke, as described in the instructions, he leaned over, a tender smile on his lips. “You’re doing very good, tesoro,” he whispered and left you scrambling to hide your gleeful smile once the smoke had subsided.

Catching Zabini staring at the two of you, you kicked Theo under the table who understood immediately and gave you a slighting glare. "Careful, Potter. If you don't chop those properly, Slughorn's going to lecture both of us."

You gave him an equally dirty look, pointing the cutting knife at him. "Why don't you do it, then? Afraid you'll ruin those perfectly manicured nails?" Theo's eyes glinted, lingering in the knife until they flickered up at your eyes and you recognized the expression. Of course Theo liked knifes, you thought to yourself sarcastically and went back to chopping the ingredients, with Theo still looming over you, the sole focus of his attention.

"Didn't notice you fancied my hands so much, Potter." Yes, he did. Only a week ago had he teased you about it when your gaze lingered on them for a second too long. Long enough to catch his attentive eye and earn you a string of teasing comments and insinuations that had left you as a flustered mess. Feeling someone's eyes on you, you glanced up and met Hermoine's, so you turned to Theo sharply and glared as convincingly as possible.

"You're a distracting batard, you know? And if I get caught making mistakes because of you, I'm blaming you in front of Slughorn." The amused expression in his eyes revealed to you just how entertaining this was for him, this throwing around backhanded insults, flirting just subtly enough to avoid suspicion, teetering the edge with every sentence and challenging himself to absolute composure and self control. And you found yourself growing quite excited in expectation of his retort, eyes lingering on the dangerous curl of his perfect lips.

"Oh no," Theo remarked with faux distress. "Anything but the wrath of a Griffindor with hurt feelings." You'd have loved it to shove your elbow into his side, but settled for a cold glower. "One of these days, I'm going to wipe that smirk off your face, Nott."

Theo sure wasn't lying when he chuckled: "Looking forward to it, Potter." Casually, his gaze brushed over the ingredients you had chopped increasingly unevenly over the course of your banter. "If you're trying to sabotage this potion, you're doing an excellent job."

Caught red handed, you pouted at him defiantly, knowing it would rile him up. "I don't need your approval, Nott." When he replied, his voice was much closer to your ear than expected. "That's funny, considering how much time you spend trying to impress me."

Jolting back in your seat, you looked around the room frantically, but for once, your classmates seemed to mind their own business. But still, you turned back to Theo with fake fury laced into your tone. "Impress you? Please. You'd be lucky if I even noticed you existed outside of this table."

A delighted little smile made its way to Theo's stone cold expression, soon replaced by a mocking expression. "Oh, I think you notice plenty, Potter."

Every single one of his snide comments and remarks, eagerly returned by you, were accompanied by a glint of amusement in his eyes, and if he was feeling particularly bold, a soft squeeze of your thigh under the table. The first time he did it, you flinched and caught a weird look from Hermoine. When you frowned at Theo, he simply smiled indesipherably.

Slowly, your potion started taking on it’s signature smell. Breathing in, you could've rolled your eyes when the smell of smoke penetrated your nose, paired with that of parchment and mint. When you looked up, you found Theo already looking at you with an unmistakably hungry expression that had you blink meekly in your seat before burying your flushed face in your potions book.

At the end of the lesson, your potion was as pinkish as described in the instructions and Slughorn smiled at you both with a pleased expression. “Amortentia indeed. Miss Potter, Mr Nott, you make a rather fine pair, this is just right. Not that I would have expected anything less from either of you…”

You resisted the urge to look at Theo, because you knew whatever expression graced his face, it would surely make you smile traitorously. With an extra O on your wrap sheet, you left the classroom for lunch with Hermoine, Harry and Ron, eager to meet with Theo later that day. But your plans were cut short when Hermoine asked: “Will you be in the common room tonight? I heard the library is closing early.”

“Really?” you exclaimed in surprise. The library had been your common excuse for dates with Theo, and you also sensed that Hermoine was watching your reaction closely. “Well,” you said, feeling it would be suspicious if you didn't agree, “I guess so, yeah.”

“Good,” Hermoine said heartily as you strolled past the Slytherins and you resisted the urge to look at Theo. “Because Harry, Ron and I-” Both boys violently shook their heads at her and she rolled her eyes. “Fine, because I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Already suspicious about what that ‘something’ might be, you forced an unasuming smile upon your face. “Great, just great.”

Hermoines eyes bored themselves into your back as you excused yourself to go to the toilet, watching your frame diasappear behind a corner. Ron raised his brows as he stilled in his step. “You coming, or what?” Shooting him a nasty look, she trailed along, but before she could scold Ron, he raised his voice once more, in a blatant attempt to distract her. “Hey, guess who I ran into this morning leaving the Griffindor tower?”

“Who?” Harry and Hermoine asked and Ron lowered his voice for dramatic effect. “Theodore Nott,” he revealed theatricly, clasping his hands together. “Said he was 'borrowing a book' but he looked like he was in quite a hurry, and pretty disheveled at that. And you know how prim and proper that bloke strolls around the halls. Hair like a bird’s nest, I tell you.” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Bet that he planted some kind of trap there, maybe we should check the common room tonight.”

“Maybe,” Hermoine said, lost in thought, looking out of the window onto the grey sky.

“Maybe he was looking for our quidditch strategies,” Harry speculated, taking to steps at a time. “We're playing them this weekend, after all.”

“Yeah, that’ll be it!” Ron exclaimed, but Hermoine did not look convinced.

Neither of them brought the topic up again though, until it quite literally ran into them. As they walked around a corner, they saw Nott himself striding out of a corridor and disappearing in the direction of the great hall. “What was he doing in the corridor of the girl's toilets?” Ron laughed once he was out of earshot. As daring as he was, he was not stupid enough to challenge Nott to an altercation.

But the topic of lunch soon became the more pressing one as they entered the great hall, no one noticing your late arrival, disheveled hair or un-tucked shirt.

Theodore Nott would not describe himself as a romantic. In spite of his Italian heritage, he was everything but sappy. In fact, he thought he had a rather raw opinion of life and the world. Theo did not smile to himself while delving in memories, he did not savor touch or words, he didn't spend afternoons thinking of dates, he didn't believe in love as anything other than hormones. Until you came along and disrupted his whole worldview.

Relationships had always been transactions for him, mostly sexual, pushing people away before he had a chance to get attached. Theo didn't need love or pining or butterflies in his stomach, or daydreams of you, there was a damn war on the doorstep. And that it had to be you, specifically. But of course, he would fall for someone so far out of his reach that he had to go to truly ridiculous lengths to see you. And still, it was worth it a hundred times.

“Mate, you have been staring daggers at the Griffindor table for the last five minutes,” Blaise said, nudging him and making Theo blink in irritation. He had been watching you intently as you talked with your friends, trying to balance food, the conversation and the book you had to read for your next lesson. Cute. Utterly endearing, in fact.

“It’s scary. You haven't blinked once for at least five minutes,” Blaise continued, stealing the untouched food from Theo’s plate who couldn't care any less. You had just risen from your seat, almost tripping over the bench and laughing about your mistake as you threw your back over your shoulder and hurried out of the hall. When Theo showed no reaction to his comment, Blaise nudged him again and Theo begrudgingly took his eyes off you. “What's got your head in a wrap, you old grump?”

“Nothing,” Theo said, rubbing his eyes. Not only had he had a nightmare, he also had had a hard time sleeping last night when you were just inches from him, in your fucking bed in your cute pyjamas and those starry eyes, looking just about ripe to be devoured-

“Theo, how much did you sleep tonight?” Enzo asked worriedly, a spoonful of sauce halting its movement halfway to his mouth.

“And more importantly, where?” called Mattheo from next to him, flicking his fork at Theo that he dodged.

“Common room,” he muttered, but the boys glanced sceptically at each other. “You weren't on the quidditch pitch all night, were you?” Draco groaned and rolled his eyes when Theo didn't answer. “Hey, the team needs you at your best this weekend, if Potter wins I might actually have to throw myself off the Astronomy tower!”

“And what a loss for the world that would be,” Theo remarked sarcastically, prompting the others to laugh while Draco kicked him under the table.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” you asked expectantly, sitting down on the couch next to Hermoine who glanced at you wearily. It was almost midnight and the common room was empty, save for the four of you lounging by the fire, the sound of the cackling fire occasionally disrupted by a short conversation.

“You…,” Hermoine hesitated, “You’ve been a little distant lately and we were just wondering… is everything alright?” You were so stunned by the question which you really should have seen coming that you didn't answer for a few seconds. Blinking at the three frowning faces in varying stages of worry and suspicion, you smiled.

“That's really sweet of you, but I’m fine, really. Just… a lot of school,” you said, giving them a convincing smile.

But Hermoine didn't seem satisfied with your answer. “You told me you would visit the library last week. Well, I was there. You weren't.” Right. You hadn't been at the library because you had snuck out to the school grounds, making your way to the lake swiftly where Theo was already waiting for you.

Sometimes the two of you needed words and sometimes you didn't. That day, you didn't. Instead, he had guided you between his legs to sit down, his arms engulfing you from behind and shielding you against the cold. Lost in your individual trains of thought, you had watched the shimmering reflections of the enlightened windows decrease in number until there was only the cool light of the moon. That was when Theo had risen at last, pulling you up with him. He had taken your hand, like it was the most normal thing in the world, and the two of you had walked back to the castle. Like the gentleman he was, he had even taken you to Griffindor tower and kissed you good night, dismissing the risk of Filch catching him.

The two of you had barely talked that evening, but it had left you so calm and fulfilled as if you had shared a heartfelt conversation. And maybe you had. Maybe you had discovered other means than words to convey your feelings to each other.

“It was kinda crowded in there,” you tried to talk your way out of the situation, fiddling with your fingers in your lap. Once more, you were reminded that nonchalance was not something you could simply pick up from somebody- or you’d have lied your way out of this one already.

“Oh, come on,” Ron groaned, shooting you an exasperated look. “You’re acting weird. You’re always off doing something, and when you’re with us you’re not really there because we gotta talk to you several times for you to notice it!”

“Now, that's a massive exaggeration!” you protested, folding your arms over your chest. Sure, maybe you’d gotten lost in thought a few times over the last months, but not remotely as often as Ron made it sound.

“You’re acting shifty,” Ron pressed, pointing an accusing finger at you. “And I know shifty!”

Hermoine rolled her eyes at him, looking like she was contemplating a crime. “I only wanted to say,” she sighed, “that we're a bit worried. Is there maybe… I mean,” - she raised her brow suggestively - “Are you … seeing someone?”

“What?” Harry exclaimed and splurted out a full mouth of butterbeer into the hissing fire, seeming utterly stunned by the possibility. “You mean-” He looked from Hermoine at you and back again. “Wait, seriously?”

“Well,” Hermoine interrupted him. “It's really none of our business. We just wanted to make sure.”

“Wait a second,” Harry chimed in and you couldn't help but laugh at the incredulous on his face. “This is serious, I need to know this, I’m your brother!” “When did you start getting all browy and overprotective?” you sneered, laughing at his expression. “What do you even care? Did I pry when you started dating Cho?”

Harry mumbled something under his breath, but Ron looked amused. “Assuming you won't reveal the identity of whatever bloke you’re dating-” “Hold up, when did I confirm I was dating anybody?” “-who might the mystery man be?” The topic seemed much more interesting to him than his potions homework which lay discarded worryingly close to the fire. Propping himself on one elbow, he scanned you up and down. “I bet you’re not dating Seamus or Dean or we would know. And you don't seem like the type to go for older guys.” He glanced at Hermoine. “Someone in Ravenclaw maybe?”

Hermoine’s glare had him growing quiet. “This is childish, Ron. And who says she isn't dating a girl?”

“You all seem pretty dead-set on the dating theory,” you remarked but it went unheard, or at least overheard.

“As long as it’s not a Slytherin,” Ron told you in a comforting tone, “It's fine and we’ll live with it.” As if it was a truly ridiculous idea, he began bellowing with laughter, but you only joined in half-heartedly. If you had needed any more confirmation that nobody could know about you and Theo, here it was, laughing you in the face.

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The Winter Formal - Modern! Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Forced to be your annoying, arrogant academic rival’s date for your university’s Christmas Formal was already a nightmare in itself. Getting drunk? Now that was just a recipe for disaster.

Pairing: Modern! Aemond Targaryen x AFAB! Reader

Warnings: profanity, angst, some talks of drunk violence, academic dumb idiot rivals to lovers, lovesick Aemond, p in v sex, degradation, face sitting (f!receiving), tiddy play, use of 'atta girl' (pls let me know if i missed anything)

Word Count: 6.92k words

A/N: hoe hoe hoe! a very merry late Christmas and Happy New Year in advance from me to you :) MAY THE AEMOND NATION PLS ARISE, bcuz this is for you guys ;)

lovely dividers credited to @firefly-graphics !

For as long as you could remember, you had always hated Aemond Targaryen’s guts. 

Maybe it was a hatred programmed in you since birth, but it made little sense, since your mother and Aemond’s mother, Alicent Targaryen, had been inseparable companions since high school. It was your mother who supported Alicent throughout her marriage, acting as a close, trusted confidant during her clashes with their old friend and Alicent’s new stepdaughter, Rhaenyra, and throughout her miserable marriage. They had even gotten pregnant at around the same time, your mother with you, and Alicent with Aemond, and they were sure that their children would share the same strong bond as they had. 

So, it had been quite unfortunate, and ironic, when you and Aemond ended up being each other’s number 1 enemies. 

You disliked plenty of things about him: how he always thought he was the best in the room, and actually had something to show for it - always coming in at the top of the classes you shared. History, geography, mathematics, english…bloody hell. It hurt worse when he always flaunted the results in your face. 

Got a 98 for English? Aemond would get a 99, shoot you a taunting sympathetic grin and said: “Better luck next time.” He knew you were always actively seeking a chance to beat him, and he found a certain sort of thrill in it, in taunting you. 

That little fuckhead. 

It was a nigging thorn in your side, since you always strove to be the best that you could at everything. And you were always so, so, close. 

Yet not close enough. As you were made to watch Aemond on stage every year at your school’s academic awards ceremony, a smirk on his face, looking like an overly self-righteous pufferfish as he lifted his first place trophy in the air. Like he had just won some fucking world championship. Meanwhile, you had to stand backstage, gritting your teeth and fisting the fabric of your uniform in your hands as you waited to be called on stage to receive your award as second place in your whole cohort. Not close enough as you were forced to be designated as salutatorian at the end of your senior year in high school, while Aemond shot you the most self-satisfied grin ever as he deliberately brushed past you to give his valedictorian speech. 

You swore, if your diploma was not at stake that day, you would’ve pummelled him right in his smug, grinning face. 

That year before you were due to start at King’s Landing University, however, Aemond had suffered a horrible accident in a brawl at a bar during Christmas along with his younger nephews, Jacaerys Velaryon and Lucerys Velaryon. He had come out of it with one eye permanently scarred from the glass shard of a broken beer bottle, and a colder, more sullen attitude. Despite the offer of a prosthetic eye by his step sister, Rhaenyra, Aemond had refused, instead putting on an eyepatch to hide his scarred right eye. 

When your mother had recounted to you the incident with much solemnity, you had felt a strange sense of turmoil in you. You didn’t want to feel sorry for Aemond Targaryen, of all people, but it was a tragic incident that no one deserves to have befallen on them. So you could only shift uncomfortably in your seat, as your mother made meaningful eyes at you, trying to elicit some sympathy and concern from you. 

Because of that incident, Aemond’s admission to university had to be put on hold, as the professors at the university were unsure if Aemond’s plans to double major in law and history would be impeded by the loss of his eye, and he had to take additional exams to prove that his studies would not be affected in any way. 

So you were surprised when on the first day of classes, during your first class of the day - Constitutional Law - you caught sight of a familiar figure seated at the front of the class. Dressed in an expensive black cashmere sweater and tailored trousers, his long white hair neatly bunched up at the top of his head in a bun, eyepatch slung over his right eye, Aemond Targaryen sat there with an impassive look on his face, browsing through his lecture notes. Like some dark shadow the Seven sought to inflict upon you. You wanted to groan in frustration when the only seats left at the front were both next to him - clearly no one had summed up enough courage to sit next to the imposing Targaryen. Gripping the strap of your backpack a little tighter, you stalked up to the front, taking a seat at the right of him. 

He barely looked up as you slid into your seat - a surprising change. Usually back when you were in high school, he would always greet you with that infuriating smirk on his face, one that screamed superiority at every turn. Gods, how much you had hated that. Yet, you felt a strange sense of emptiness at not being greeted. 

Ignoring that, you pulled out your own textbooks and self-made notes, tying your hair up into a neat ponytail as you began reviewing your notes. From the front, you could hear very clearly what the rest of the class were gossiping about, and the whisperings about Aemond were unpleasant. You paused as you listened to them, gripping your highlighter a little tighter as you shot side glances at Aemond - still studying, not letting anything give. Was he truly not bothered by them? When he was younger, he always had something to prove whenever someone gossiped about him, having been bullied in the past. Why was he so silent? Who was this phantom? 

“Are you going to keep staring?” Aemond’s cool voice broke through your thoughts, and you felt your cheeks heat up as you realise you’ve been caught. You sniffed haughtily, turning away. “Who said I was staring?” Aemond scoffed, not turning to look at you still, for whatever reason. “You were. Don’t try to deny it.” He paused for a while, eye fixed on a passage. 

“I don’t want your pity, you know.” You bristled, startled. “As if I ever would.” You waited for Aemond to retort with a snarky remark, but you were surprised when he kept silent, and responded coldly. “Good. keep it that way.” 

You shot him a discerning look, but before you could say anything else, the professor arrived, and all thoughts of Aemond Targaryen’s new unapproachability had vanished into thin air. 

You soon came to learn that while Aemond had ceased the taunting of your youthhood, it was like losing an eye had made him even more driven somehow. You found you and him falling into old patterns, restarting your fierce rivalry. Only this time, you managed to succeed in getting the best of him in certain modules, such as for Civil Law modules, much to your delight. It only served to make Aemond more steely, however, and the both of you often found yourself partaking in the same student committees, always competing for the top spots in planning school events. 

Like now, in the meeting called to discuss the planning of the school’s Winter Formal. 

“I think that that’s a shit idea,” Aemond’s blunt words took everyone aback, but few dared to oppose him, too intimidated by the tall man. 

And the few who dared were mostly you, anyway. 

You raised your eyebrow, tapping your pen on the planning document in front of you. “It’s a winter formal, Targaryen. And white and gold is the traditional theme used for most formals. Isn’t it nice to spruce things up a bit?” 

“You’re proposing to reinvent a winter formal that has been steeped in centuries of tradition,” Aemond remarked sarcastically, glaring at you. “Do you know how many distinguished alumni and guests are on the guest list? I doubt they would find your ‘Christmas Wonderland’ theme proposal charming in any way. Most likely, they’ll think it gaudy and it’ll reflect badly on the school.” 

You snorted, wanting to toss the pen in his fucking infuriating face. Him and his know-it-all voice. “Yes, but you forget, Targaryen, that I am the head of this project. Not you.” You turned to the other members of the planning committee, who all look like they would rather be anywhere other than here, in the midst of you and Aemond’s bickering. “All of those in favour of revamping the winter formal theme, please raise your hands.” 

Your reputation as a tenacious leader clearly had an effect, as most of the members tentatively raised their hands. Shooting a triumphant grin at Aemond, you smugly noted it down and began drafting up the students in charge of decorations. 

One for you, and zero for Aemond. At long last. 

Aemond had reluctantly gone along with the Christmas Wonderland theme, and even he had to admit, a little bit of colour certainly didn’t hurt. White and gold were such dreadfully boring colours, and many of the school’s faculty had expressed their praise for the changed theme this year, much to your delight. 

However, so busy were you with the planning of the winter formal, that you had neglected to do a few important things for yourself. 

Buying a dress and getting a date. 

You paced back and forth in your dorm in panic, two days before the night of the Winter Formal, as your roommate, Rosina, looked at you with increasing frustration. “How could I be so stupid to have forgotten about those things?” You groaned, slumping down on an armchair and putting your head in your hands. 

“The dress problem can be easily solved,” Rosina said bluntly, leaning back against her pillows. “I’ll just lend you one of mine. And who gives a flying fuck about not having a date? A lot of people don’t.” 

“Yes, but I’m the head of the planning committee for this event!” you griped, as Rosina rolled her eyes. “I still don’t see the problem, apart from your stupid fucking dignity getting in the way as usual.” Usually, you loved Rosina’s deadpan, take-no-bullshit nature, but it wasn’t really helpful now. 

“Anyway, from what I've heard, Targaryen doesn’t have a date either, so you don’t need to stress. He’s second-in-charge after you, anyway, so if he doesn’t have a date, you should be fine. It won't be that humiliating.” You slowly lifted your face up, looking at Rosina urgently. “Targaryen doesn’t have a date?” 

“Yeah,” Rosina wrinkled her nose. “He’s hot, sure. But literally everyone who had the courage to ask got rejec- where the fuck are you going?” You were putting on your bra, and brushing through the tangles of your hair. “This is so fucking stupid, but I’m going to ask him.” 

“Are you crazy?” Rosina came to stand next to you, hands on her hips as you roughly used a hairbrush to comb out a tangle. “You know you both hate each other right?” 

“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” you bit out. “Wish me luck!” You blew a kiss to Rosina as you left the dorm. “Good luck, you crazy bitch!” You could hear Rosina holler as the dorm room closed behind you. 

You took a deep breath, eyes resting on the dorm door before you. Right. You didn’t know what exactly had possessed you to come here. Maybe it was sheer panic, or stupidity, or both. You knocked lightly, but it seemed no one was in, which made you come to your senses a little bit. “This was a stupid idea,” you muttered, retracting your hand, wanting to just scurry back to your dorm. 

Turning around, however, you knocked into a hard chest. “Oof! I’m so sorry!” You gasped out, before your eyes met a familiar lilac one, an indifferent expression etched on his face. Fucking hell. 

“And what are you doing at my dorm this late, little bookworm?” His voice was raspy, and you couldn’t help but shift your weight from one leg to the other. Was it too late to run? 

You were never a quitter though. And like you said, desperate times called for desperate measures. 

“The winter formal,” you reluctantly gritted out. “I wanted…to ask you to be my date.” Aemond raised an eyebrow, and for a split second, you could see that self-satisfied boy from your youthood again. “You know, you’re supposed to say please, little bookworm.” 

You bit your tongue, wanting to snark him and be done with it. ‘Calm down, calm down, you really do need him. Play nice, Y/N.’ you told yourself sternly, sighing. “Please, will you go to the winter formal with me as my date?” Aemond smirked, looking down at you. Your head was bowed, and he could hear you grinding your teeth a little. You were just too cute sometimes. 

“You should look up at someone when making a request of them, you know,” Aemond said blandly, putting his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. Your mouth dropped open, was he serious right now? This dickhead- 

“You know what, fuck it,” you sniffed, beginning to walk away. “If you’re going to be a dick about it as usual, then there’s no point in continuing this conversation. Good fucking night, Targaryen.” 

Aemond watched you walk away, the smirk never leaving his face. You went back to your dorm, immediately burying your face in the pillow, ignoring Rosina’s exasperated sighs of ‘I told you so’. All night, you tossed and turned in frustration, but when morning broke, Rosina shook you awake, ignoring your grumbles. 

You got out of bed grumpily to see what the fuss was about, only to find a note sitting on the table, in a familiar scrawl. 

“Go to the address written below and pick out a dress for tomorrow. Knowing you, you definitely didn’t have time to find one. I’ve already made payment arrangements, so just find one that you like. See you tomorrow. 

Your date, 

Aemond Targaryen.” 

Rosina snorted, bumping your shoulder as you scanned the note for the third time, trying to make sure he wasn’t pulling your leg. “He so likes you.” You looked askance at her. “That’s bullshit.” Rosina chuckled, “Yeah. it’s not, and you know it too.” The conversation abruptly ended when you snatched up a stray cushion and began hitting her with it, ignoring her squeals as she tried to escape. It was impossible. 

And yet? 

A warm feeling burrowed into your stomach, and stayed there for the rest of the day. 

On the night of the Winter Formal, you were frantically scrabbling around your dorm, affixing the final pins to your hair, putting on your final touches of makeup. Rosina was still in classes, but as the winter formal started at 7:30, you, being your endlessly worrying, perfectionist self, had to go at 6 to make sure everything was in order before the guests poured in. 

A knock at the door sounded, and you yelled in response, putting on your lipstick. “Give me a second!” As you swung open the door, your breath momentarily stuttered in your throat. 

Oh dear. 

Aemond stood outside the door, looking like he had just stepped out of the fucking Met Gala or something. He was dressed in a three-piece suit, black with red lapels, with a few shimmers of silver scattered here and there, like he was coated in a layer of stardust. His suit jacket wasn’t really a normal jacket, but a sharply cut cape coat, which made him look a little imposing, but handsome all the same. It was embroidered with small dragon insignias, and you remembered Aemond’s family’s crest was a dragon or something. Of course he would find a way to incorporate that into his outfit. His family were one of the biggest donors of the university, after all. 

You gave him an appraising look, one hand on your hip as you surveyed him. “You…look nice.” Aemond smirked, tossing some of his white-blonde locks over his shoulder haughtily. “I can dress myself, you know. Don’t need to act surprised now.” You rolled your eyes, and Aemond took the chance to scan you from head to toe as well. Dressed in a gorgeous strapless gown of midnight blue, your bodice was streaked with silver as well, shining like starlight among the deep blue of your dress. The skirt flared into elaborate ruffles of tulle and black lace that were almost invisible against the backdrop of the dress, and small silver sparkles twinkled among the ruffles of your gown.

You narrowed your eyes as you realised the both of you were matching, did he do this on purpose? From the way Aemond’s eye was shining in mischief, you were most certain that he did. 

“You look…breathtaking,” his next words took you aback, and you regarded him with a look of unease, unsure of how to respond. Was this truly the Aemond Targaryen you knew? The one whose only language was taunting or disagreeing with you? You somehow managed to recover some semblance of sanity, nodding stiffly. “Thanks…I guess.” 

A self-satisfied smirk appeared on his lips again, as he offered you his arm. “Shall we get going, then? I’m sure you will want to inspect the venue and get your nose into every single little crook and cranny to make sure that it’s perfect.” 

You rolled your eyes, your arm, which were clad in silver silk gloves, slipping into his gingerly. “Spoken like someone who wouldn’t do the same.” 

The formal had been progressing smoothly so far, apart from the few drunken incidents here and there, which you discreetly handled and made a note to provide less alcohol at these events. Much to your delight, your professors had introduced you to some attorneys whom you deeply admired, commending you as one of their finest students in the year. You had taken the chance to network and mingle with them, eagerly seeking out internship and shadowing opportunities for your upcoming holidays, particularly in the field of civil litigation, and many of them had given you their contact details for you to contact them should you wish to work with them.

Aemond stood by you like a silent shadow, watching but not saying much, but your professors also praised him, introducing him to many esteemed alumnus. And once they had learnt that Aemond was from the prestigious Targaryen family, many of them immediately took to flocking Aemond, asking him many questions about his family, his plans for studies, and so on. A slight burning sensation of envy rose in your heart as you watched Aemond disinterestedly converse with them. Why wasn’t he taking it seriously? Had it been you, you would be seizing the opportunity to network with them. 

‘He's a Targaryen,’ you sighed internally. ‘Of course he wouldn’t. It’s been pretty much handed to him on a silver platter his own life anyway.’ 

Sullenly, you slipped away, making rounds around the party to ensure that everything was progressing smoothly. Still, it couldn’t curb the irritableness you were feeling, so you snatched up a bottle of whiskey from the drinks table, pouring yourself a glass. Then two. Then three. Then four turned to seven and seven turned to thirteen glasses. Your surroundings blurred as time seemed to slow, and you sighed, feeling a heady pounding in your head. 

“Are you serious?” A gruff voice interrupted you in your fifteenth? Twentieth? Glass of whiskey, and you looked up from where you had sunk into a plush armchair, a glazed over, slightly cantankerous expression on your face. 

“Well, well,” you hiccuped, lifting the glass to your lips. “If it isn’t Mr Bigshot Targaryen.” Aemond sighed in annoyance, knowing you were picking a fight again. He made a quick assessment of your surroundings, noting two empty whiskey bottles and a third one that was almost drained. Seven fucking Hells, you were drunk. 

You let out an indignant yelp as a hand plucked away your whiskey tumbler, setting it down with a definitive clink. “Hey, I was drinking that!” 

“You’re fucking drunk out of your mind, little bookworm,” he said quietly, crossing his arms. “I’m taking you back to your dorm.” You hiccuped again. “You’re not my dad, Targaryen. So why don’t you just run along and socialise with those schmoozy lawyer friends of yours, hmm? They were all eager to have a piece of you. Or have you grown tired already?” 

Aemond wanted to smack you in the forehead. Oh, this godsforsaken woman. “I may not be your dad, yes,” he rumbled, snatching away the whiskey bottle that you were reaching for and making you curse at him. “But I would be damned if I let you get drunk on your first Christmas Eve spent away from your family.” 

You gave him a confused look. “Is it Christmas Eve?” Aemond frowned. He put a hand on your forehead, to check for a fever, which you promptly batted away. “Have you lost all your senses? The winter formal was scheduled on Christmas Eve, remember?” 

“Oh.” was all you could say, lamely. “I…I was so busy. I didn’t remember.” 

Aemond sighed, taking a seat in the armchair next to you. It was good that it was late and most of the guests had already left, so the both of you had some privacy. The vast hall was empty now, save for a few cleaners. “You know, you have got to take more time for yourself. You take on too many commitments.” 

You hiccuped, snorting softly. Perhaps it was the liquid courage, but you felt a strong inclination to vent out all your previous frustrations on Aemond right now. Who the hell did he think he was, criticising you for your decisions? 

“Yeah, and it’s all your fucking fault.” Aemond’s eye widened incredulously, his mouth dropping open. “My fault? Pray tell, did I ever tell you to overwork yourself that you forget to keep track of when Christmas was?” 

“It’s because of you that I have to overwork myself!” you blustered out, a tidal wave of emotions overtaking you. “Because you’re always so fucking perfect, and smart, and good at every single goddamn thing under the sun. Meanwhile, compared to you, I’ve always had to work twice as hard. And yet, I never come close to beating you. Despite how many fucking extracurriculars I have, how many A’s I get, how much praise I get for being ‘one of the best students in the grade’, it’s never fucking enough! Because you’re always the best! And I’m so sick of it!” 

After your tirade, you deflated like a balloon sucked clean of its air, collapsing back against the armchair. You felt hot wet streaks cascading down your face, but you didn’t care anymore. You were just so tired…it wasn’t fair. Why did he have to be so perfect? 

The touch of a hand on your shoulder startled you, and the next thing you knew, Aemond Targaryen embraced you, gently stroking your hair as if you were a lost child, and he was consoling you. Despite your mind screaming at him to let go, it didn’t translate to your physical actions. You just…stayed there, sobbing in his arms. “I hate you so much, you know. You’ve always had everything handed to you on a silver platter, and it’s like you don’t even care. You always treat things for granted,” you continued rambling on, the dizzy sensation in your head gradually increasing. 

Aemond was silent for a long time. He never anticipated you to feel this way, and the shock from your revelations sent his head reeling. He sighed, how could he ever tell you that he had a stupid crush on you since you were little kids? That his attempts at teasing you, riling you up, were all so you could just look at him for a second longer, even if it was with a scowl? How could he tell you that none of his A’s or first place trophies could make him feel the same fuzzy way he felt whenever you looked at him? He opened his mouth to speak, debating on whether to comfort you, or tell you all his feelings. “Y/N-” 

With a start, he realised you were asleep in his arms as you let out a snore, body slack in his arms. He sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. Wonderful. This was just the Christmas Eve he wanted. 

The sound of an alarm jolted you from a deep slumber. You flung off the blankets covering you, sitting up in bed and rubbing your eyes. “Ugh…” the pounding in your head was overwhelming, it was like there were a party of elephants having a fiesta in your brain right now. “What time is it…” you reached for the alarm clock to turn it off, only to freeze when a hand reached for it before you did. 

You and Aemond Targaryen stared at each other, wide-eyed, in the dim light of the dorm, while the red digits on the clock read, “6a.m.” 

You were the first to react, frantically struggling as you scooted to the far end of the bed. “Aaaahhhh!” you screamed, clutching the duvet closer to you for protection. “What the fuck are you doing in my dorm?” 

“Wait, we didn’t-” you looked down at yourself, noting with palpable relief that you were still in your winter formal attire, though you stank of alcohol. Thank the Seven. 

Aemond rolled his eyes, grumbling as he switched off his alarm clock. “No, we didn’t sleep together. And this isn’t your dorm. It’s mine.” 

“Then what in the name of the Seven and all that is holy am I doing here?” You hollered at him, the confusion coupled with the pounding in your head making your surroundings spin. “Ow…my head.” 

“Yeah, it’s called a hangover,” Aemond snided, taking a seat on the bedspread. “You know, for drinking nearly three bottles of whiskey last night.” 

Your eyes went wide in horror. “Last night…” You weren’t the type to forget what you did while drunk, so your memory quickly raced through last night’s events, where you got drunk, and…fucking shit. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, muttering curses under your breath as you remembered what had happened last night. Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap. An awkward silence had lapsed in the room, as you struggled to find words to acquit you of this predicament. ‘Me and my big mouth while I’m drunk.’ 

“I’m sorry,” you both blurted out at the same time, before breaking off, staring at each other awkwardly. “Wait, why are you sorry?” you questioned him, looking dumbfounded. Aemond sighed, smiling wistfully. “Isn’t it obvious? For making you feel that way. I…I had no idea you did.” 

“It’s fine,” you cut him off brusquely, awkwardly fiddling with your fingers as the duvet slowly slid back down. “It’s all just fucking stupid, anyway. Let’s just let it go-” 

Suddenly Aemond seized your hands, holding onto them with some sort of restrained anger. Startled, you stared up at him, as his one eye glazed over with pain and sorrow. “Of course it’s not fine. Don’t brush aside your feelings like that.” you stared at him, stupefied. What had gotten into him? 

Aemond inhaled deeply, looking down at your hands. “You know…how I lost my eye over the break last year right?” You nodded warily, not sure where this was headed. Aemond’s voice shook a little as he recounted that incident. “It was because Luke was drunk, really. He wanted to pick a fight with this guy because he had stolen his girlfriend. And then next thing we knew, his goons surrounded us. Then, I think maybe it was the heat of the moment, or adrenaline…but Luke had a glass shard in his hand, and he accidentally attacked me.” You felt your heart plummet to your stomach. “What?” 

Aemond smiled, a contortion of pain and feigned impassivity. “He was drunk out of his mind, he probably thought I was one of the goons by accident. By the time Jace pulled him off, it was a little too late.” He sighed. “You know, the drunk part I can forgive, but the worst part was that my father didn’t even care to hear my side of the story. He just said that we should’ve been more careful.” His voice hardened, “I was angry, because he just chose to brush this under the rug, pretend like we were still one big happy family, like Luke didn’t slash out my eye in a drunken rage. He didn’t try to comfort me, or understand my situation. And I just…” he shrugged helplessly. 

You bit your bottom lip, looking at his scarred eye. “I’m sorry…that must have hurt. A lot. Your dad is a dick.” 

The ghost of a smirk lingered on Aemond’s lips. “Yeah…he is. I’ve made my peace with it though, and Luke has never stopped apologising since that day. So it is what it is.” He hesitated, before reaching up tentatively, taking off his eyepatch. A gasp sounded from you as you took in the sapphire crammed into where his right eye should’ve been. “...does it look scary?” Aemond asked you, his voice small. You shook your head, unable to tear your gaze away. “It’s not. It’s…quite beautiful, actually. Even though it’s a bit macabre.” 

Aemond chuckled, gently brushing aside a strand of your messed up hair. “My point is, don’t try to just brush things under the rug, okay? It never did anyone any good, and it won’t for you as well.” You shifted, a faint sense of discomfort prickling your skin. “But why���are you telling me all this?” ‘Why are you being so nice? I hated you.’ 

Aemond barked out a rough laugh. “Isn’t it obvious? I have a crush on you, little bookworm.” 

You blinked. Once. twice. Thrice. “I’m sorry, what?” 

“I have a crush on you. Since we were kids." Aemond repeated himself, his voice light with amusement, but tender. “Did you know why I always teased you? Why I always wanted to make you frustrated? It was because I wanted your attention. I didn’t care if it was negative or positive, which in hindsight, didn’t seem like a good choice.” 

You stared at him, mouth agape. He-he can’t be serious, can he? 

“You don’t have to say anything,” Aemond said quickly, releasing your hands. “I just wanted you to know how I felt. No brushing things under the rug, you know.” Still, Aemond could feel his heart breaking a little at your silence. He had shot his shot, even though you made it clear that you disliked him. He shouldn’t expect much. “Little bookworm?” he asked carefully, observing your expression. 

“For someone so smart., you’re a real idiot, you know that?” Aemond opened his mouth to answer, but before he knew it, your lips were on his, as you launched yourself at him. Aemond’s eye widened, but then you mumbled, “You’re supposed to kiss me back, you know.” 

Then, with a choked laugh, Aemond did, reaching up to cup your cheeks and stroke them with his thumb as he returned the kiss from the girl of his dreams. Your lips moved in perfect tandem to one another, filled with tender, sweet desperation. “I’ll be an idiot, an annoying pest, anything you want.” Aemond murmured, his lips breaking away for a moment. “As long as you keep tormenting me, as long as you’re still here. I would be your anything.” 

You laughed, feeling slight tears prickle at the corner of your eyes. “You’re such a doofus, you know that?” Aemond flipped you over, making you land on your back with a yelp, as he hovered over you, smirking. “I know. But I’m your doofus.” 

Aemond continued kissing you, his hands roaming across your body sweetly, carefully. “This is probably the best Christmas of my life,” Aemond muttered softly against your lips. Your eyes widened, “Shoot, I completely forgot again.” Aemond laughed, sitting up and looking down at you with a naughty grin on his face. “Well, I actually have a present for you, you know.” 

You raised your eyebrows, looking up at him. Even in nothing but an old, faded sweatshirt and some sweatpants, he looked like a vision sculpted by the Seven. “Oh? And what might that be?” 

“Me, of course,” he said smugly, leaning down to kiss you again. You let out a few whimpers as you felt his hands slowly sliding up your dress, creeping up your thighs…into your panties. 

“Oh!’ you gasped out, as Aemond found the spot between your wet folds. He grinned devilishly, “Already wet for me, hmm?” You rolled your eyes at him, groaning as he teased your wet slit with the pad of his finger. “Just shut up already.’ 

Aemond wiggled his eyebrows mischievously, “Why don’t you make me?’ You blinked, not quite comprehending his point. “I want you to sit on my face while I eat your wet little cunt,” he delineated bluntly, looking at you hungrily. “It’s a victory for you, no? You get your pussy eaten out, and shut me up at the same time. Hell, if I wasn’t so eager for a taste of your pussy, I would’ve grumbled at the unfairness of it.” 

You stared at him incredulously, but you felt the slow rise of arousal in your abdomen as he continued looking at you challengingly whilst teasing your folds, and you decided, why the hell not? “Game on, Targaryen.” 

He grinned, putting his finger in his mouth and groaning as he tasted your essence. You clamped your legs a little tighter at the sight. “You taste so fucking good already. I can’t wait to feel your cunt on my mouth.” Deft fingers helped you out of your gown, and you tossed it away carelessly, moving to take off your underwear. Aemond’s eye trailed over your naked form shamelessly, and he planted a soft kiss on your neck. “Beautiful.” he murmured. You felt your cheeks heat up, but decided to sass him a little. “Well, are we going to wait here all day, or?” Aemond grinned, a handsome, wicked expression that made your stomach do flips. “Definitely not. I need to taste you now.” 

He laid back on his pillows, gesturing at you. “Come here. Now.” You swallowed, crawling towards him, angling your cunt to his face. “Don’t suffocate or anything, okay?” You quipped as a joke, but Aemond only smirked. “No promises, sweetheart.” 

He pulled your hips down towards him, and you let out a pleasured gasp as his tongue flicked across your clit. Moaning, you dug your nails into the wooden headboard of his bed, writhing and shaking slightly as Aemond devoured your pussy. When he pressed the tip of his nose up your slit, you let out a mewl, eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

You rode Aemond’s face eagerly, as he pleasured you without much regard for his own safety. A few times, you were so concerned that Aemond had not come up for air in so long that you tried to move your hips off his face, only for him to firmly grip you by the hips and pull you back down again. With Aemond’s insistent licking and sucking, you felt a coil beginning to form in your stomach. “Oh, god, I’m cumming, Aemond-” you moaned, but your moan was cut off when Aemond lifted you off his face, smirking at you smugly with his face coated in your juices. “Why’d you stop?” you whined, pouting. 

Aemond chuckled. Oh, you were just so adorable sometimes. “Because I want your first time cumming with me to be on my cock,” Aemond explained, looking eerily calm, like he hadn’t just nearly drove you to climax with his tongue. “On your hands and knees.” 

You gave him a scolding look, but Aemond only repeated himself, sterner this time. “Now, princess.” The nickname earned a shiver from you, and you found yourself obeying, shifting on your hands and knees. You heard Aemond dispose of his own clothing, and your legs quivered in anticipation as he came up behind you. 

He chuckled darkly, landing a few gentle spanks on your ass. “Gods, this ass is magnificent. I’m going to have to spank it someday.” You had to bite back a moan as he leaned over you, whispering sweetly into your ear. His other hand wandered to your chest, pinching and then rubbing your sensitive, hardened buds, releasing a shaky, shuddering moan from you. “You would like that, wouldn’t you? Having my hands all over this perfect ass of yours? Leaving red handprints over it? Hmm?” 

You nearly choked on your saliva as you fought to answer, “Yes, daddy.” He groaned, smacking your ass lightly for a few more times. “Good fucking girl,” he punctuated each word with such raw intensity it made your cunt ache for him. Oh, how you craved him.

As if he could read your mind, Aemond began to enter you, groaning as he did. Inch by inch, he sunk in, watching his cock disappear inside your warm, wet folds. “Gods, you are so fucking tight,” he swore, his hands gently going around to pinch your nipples. You yipped, which brought a smile to his face. How could someone be so perfect? 

Your legs were quivering at this point, and you were barely hanging on by a thread as Aemond sunk into you slowly, reaching places so deep and so pleasurable. You moaned, just how big was he? 

“All in, princess,” he whispered affectionately, stroking your hair gently. “You okay?” “Yeah…” your voice was slightly raspy from the pleasure. “Good.” Aemond kissed down your spine gently, making goosebumps rise up on your skin. “Do you want it hard and fast, or slow and gentle?” 

Biting your lip, you managed to stutter out, “Slow, please. Need to get used to you.” Aemond smiled, hands trailing down your abdomen. “Anything you want, princess.” 

Then, Aemond began to move, and the world dissolved into a fuzzy nothingness as he did. He was so careful, taking his time with you, thrusting so deep inside you it elicited the most delicious, deep sighs and moans from you. “Oh…that’s the spot,” you murmured as Aemond’s cock hit your g-spot, making you see stars. Aemond chuckled darkly, one hand moving to play with your hardened nipples, watching as you arched your back into him. “I’m going to go faster now, alright, princess?” he murmured, the other hand soothingly trailing down your spine. You barely managed to gasp out the words “yes” before Aemond began to thrust harder and faster in you, hips ramming into yours as his cock stroked the most sensitive spots inside of you. 

You moaned, panting needily as he did, feeling your ruined orgasm beginning to creep up again. “Aemond, am gonna come-” A guttural moan torn from Aemond’s throat as he heard that, his hands moving to flip you over as his movements slowed. “No.” He nearly snarled, turning you around to face him. “You come looking at my face, princess. Understood?” 

You nodded, too desperate for your orgasm to object, as Aemond wrung moan after moan out of your pliant body, mouth kissing and biting everywhere on your neck and shoulders, leaving his marks all over you. He groaned as he began laving his attention on your perky tits again, mouth sucking at them harshly, teeth grazing over the nub. You shut your eyes, too lost in the pleasure as Aemond continued pounding into you, gripping your hips tightly. 

“Eyes open, darling, or I won’t let you come,” Aemond’s rough sounding command made your eyes snap open, and he grinned roguishly as he saw your eyes fixed on his face. “Atta girl. Are you close?” 

You nodded, pleading, “Please let me come, Aemond. Can’t last much longer…” 

“I know, darling. I know,” Aemond groaned, leaning in to kiss you again. “You’re just a needy little slut for me, aren’t you?” You nodded frantically, anything to make him let you cum. He chuckled, “Thought so. It’s alright though, daddy likes needy little sluts like you, so long as they’re obedient. You’re a good girl, aren’t you, princess?” 

“Yes, yes, I am,” you cried out, hands moving to grip at the sheets tightly. “Oh god, I’m going to come, I’m coming-” 

Aemond’s fingers moved downwards, and his thumb rubbed over your clit, coaxing you towards your orgasm. With a loud cry, you came all over Aemond, eyes squeezing shut in unadulterated pleasure. Aemond’s thrusts didn’t slow a bit, as he chased his own high, groaning. “Do you want me to come inside, or…” 

“I’m on the pill, don’t worry,” you reassured him, looking up at him, smoothing his white-blonde locks back from his forehead. He looked like an angel, all sweaty, his expression filled with pleasure and hunger and affection as he looked down at you. An angel of lust. 

Aemond moaned at that, feeling his dick twitch before he spilled inside of you, hands going to grip at the headboard tightly, as he rode out his orgasm. 

Aemond collapsed onto the bed next to you, taking you into his arms. “I should probably get you cleaned up,” he murmured softly, “But I just want to be selfish for a while, and cuddle with you a bit. That okay?” You nodded, leaning your head onto his chest. A content sigh burst from your lips. “More than okay. We can just shower together later, anyway.” 

Aemond hummed in approval at your proposal, kissing your forehead gently. The both of you stayed in each other’s arms for a while, basking in the afterglow of sex and in each other’s company. 

“Hey, princess?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Merry Christmas.” 

“Merry Christmas, Aemond.”

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Crocodile Fluff // Angst Compilation 

Summary: A compilation of Crocodile angst and fluff from my multi character posts (You're Wounded, Type of Date, Nightmares, I Love You, Kisses, Cuddling, You're Sick).

Genre: Fluff // Angst

CW: None // SFW

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You’re Wounded: 

Lectures you on your fighting form, tears into you for taking any unnecessary risks, gets on your case about not seeking medical attention fast enough. Tells you to get some rest, sits at your bed side until you’re better, claims he’s not there for you and is just resting his own eyes. 

Type of Date: 

Dinner and a show. The dinner will be textbook fine dining, with multiple courses and drinks; he orders for you at the restaurant. And the show will be something a little racy, like cabaret. He’s an asshole about it, too, accepting transponder snail calls in the middle of dinner, his mind on work most of the time. And in the middle of the show, just as it gets to the good part, he’ll step outside to smoke a cigar. If it’s a date he’s a little more present on, he might take you to a casino and teach you how to gamble (i.e., how to cheat at cards). 

Nightmares: 

You betray him. Of course you do. He would betray you in an instant, and not even for a whole lot. A business deal, or perhaps the freedom of one of his more valuable people. From the look on your face, it’s not difficult for you, either. In fact, you seem to relish the pain on his as you inform him you’ve taken a deal with one of his enemies- a lucrative one, at that. And all you had to do was set him up. He wakes with a start, sitting up on the sofa in his office he often crashes on when he doesn’t feel like dragging himself to bed. You’re nowhere to be seen, and that’s what he needs for the next few days. He only stops giving you the cold shoulder when he figures out a way to approach the topic of betrayal without telling you how pathetically heartbroken he would be if you ever did turn on him. 

I Love You: 

He despises the word love, would never even utter it except to mock people who use it. He thinks it’s weak, thinks men who profess love are sniveling and pathetic, thus the reason he despises himself for feeling it. The emotion creeps up on him slowly but surely, and he beats it back and bottles it up for as long as he can, staying up late at night with a bottle of whiskey because laying in bed makes him think of you and your mischievous smile. Only when he is locked up in Impel Down does he finally, begrudgingly admit to himself that he feels deep affection for you, which he painfully admits to you one night after he breaks out, bracing himself for you to reject him, laugh at him, or spurn him in any way. When you tell him you feel the same way, he decides that is that and sees no reason to ever repeat it, your mutual and abiding affection one of his most closely-guarded secrets. 

Kisses: 

His kisses are hot and heavy with the expectation of something more. He’s rough about it, too, grabbing your face in his hand and squeezing your cheeks as he steers your lips onto his. He rarely kisses you outside of the bedroom. Doesn’t do sweet pecks on the lips, doesn’t kiss anything better. Although, on a few occasions (you can count them on one hand over the course of more than a decade), he has slipped into bed late at night and pressed a warm kiss onto your shoulder. It doesn’t sound like much, but by Crocodile’s standards, a kiss on the shoulder is a marriage proposal. Will also allow you to kiss anywhere on his body. 

Cuddling: 

Words like cuddling, snuggling, and love are completely off limits for this man, but he does enjoy you slipping into his bed and wrapping yourself around him, especially when it leads to you working the tension out of his muscles with your hands. He’ll even let you massage his aching stump. But all of this only ever happens with the cover of darkness. 

You’re Sick: 

If you’re expecting a caretaker, you should find someone else. That being said, he’ll make sure to hire a caretaker, taking great pains to secure the best doctor around (and putting that doctor in pain if they don’t drop everything to attend to your every need). He’ll probably sleep on the sofa in his office to give you space to recover. 

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Hope you enjoyed it! If you want more, you can check out my masterlist here!

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Hello, could you create a headcanon for ROTTMNT about what it would be like to date Leo, Raph, Mikey, and Donnie (separately) and what the pros and cons of a relationship with them would be?

Headcanon: GN!Reader dating the Rise!Turtles (Separate) (Requested prompt with established relationship)

A/N: This was really fun to work on and ended up surprising myself with how this turned out!!!

Donnie

Pros:

Since you take the time to listen to whatever he says, he'll do the same for you.

Even before you started dating him, he took some notes on what you liked and disliked. (He used to have a tablet for that said purpose but eventually, retooled as a backup photo album storage between the two of you)

- I personally think he's not one for the usual icebreaker conversations with stuff like "how's your day and etc"

So most conversations start with some tangent on his mind or about your favorite things then eventually discussing daily stuff that happened within the day.

Even though he struggles trying to cheer people up, but he's not gonna ignore your well-being when you happened to have a bad day.

- Like he makes sure you had something to eat or drink. And if talking about the problem makes it worse, already noted and tries to pull you towards light stress free activities. (Letting you borrow one of his headphones to listen to your music, sort and try out a box of fidget toys, or setting up a small space in the lair as the designated chill zone)

While there might be some technical mishaps, he always has good intentions trying to fix your phone or other electronic devices you have trouble with.

Cons:

Imo I feel like during the first few weeks in the relationship, he'll be awkward towards pda. (don't constantly pester him about it)

- He'll eventually come to it maybe near the end of the first month of dating. (With his personal quota of handholding and hugs that last a few seconds)

Until realizing your needs are just as important to maintain that special relationship.

- However, If some creep doesn't get the message you're already taken, its one of the rare times he'll force himself into initiating pda for your own safety.

Easily gets jealous and refuses to admit it with some snarky remark.

When he refuses to take breaks, you probably have to step in so he doesn't accidentally hurt himself or gets sick.

- When you do so, it often ends with him passing out on you.

(And tiny bit of scolding from his brothers [namely Raph and Dr Delicate Touch] after Donnie recovered from overworking himself on a large scale project)

Can be very passive aggressive and it could lead to some unpleasant arguments towards something very trivial.

- He's definitely the most stubborn out of his brothers and probably won't hear you out until your feelings get hurt.

It might take him a few days to think up of a proper apology. And during those days, he slowly regrets yelling at you along with letting his anger get the best of him.

Leo

Pros:

He won't admit it but, your level of honesty around him really puts him at ease whenever he's lost in thought about something.

- The leader can name a least few things about his brothers' special talents but during a few nights where he can't sleep, because of a nightmare from a past enemy. (either Shredder or the Krang)

He didn't have the energy for one of his usual portals but, really wanted give you a hug for saying such kind words through a phone call.

He'll instantly back off if he accidentally made a joke that offended you.

- The last thing he wants is to upset you. So he really tries working some type of compromise between the two of you, so it doesn't happen again.

He has a strong memory sometimes, like remembering the little details. It will usually happen when you least expect it.

- Casually bringing up a past event from one of the photos saved on your phone. Often being one of the early hang out sessions, before you started dating him. He'll lightly tease you about it but, mostly grateful that you took a chance to build up that relationship with him.

If you happened to have a case of bad luck, he's very determined to end that streak's rein of terror by his own hands.

- And if you can't visit the lair, he'll let you borrow his lucky rock as a good luck charm.

Cons:

He still has a bit of that competitive energy in him and can be a sore loser when he doesn't win.

- It could take him a while to realize that the playful showboating upseted you and to why you're refusing to give him any attention.

This also adds on to that he's not the best at genuine apologies.

- Like the first sorry has no feeling to it until the guilt weighes down on him.

I don't think he could last a few days with you giving him the cold shoulder + silent treatment (Imo, he has the type of desperate embarrassment that would be hard to watch)

Sometimes his "surprise planning" ends up in a panic since he waits until the last minute to get you something.

- Given how some of his strategies usually works towards his advantage. (Often not telling the others about it and another similar manner along those lines)

His ego can 100% break the relationship.

- Like there's only certain amount of patience you can handle with his nonsense and his brothers will absolutely not stand for that kind of behavior. The moment he realizes he was in the wrong, he scrambles trying to avoid a potential break up.

Raph

Pros:

Almost has the same level of patience as Mikey's. (Also a result of being the oldest brother and dealing with some of Splinter's shenanigans)

Will often ask if you need help with the heavy lifting. (Even towards small stuff like when you can't reach for something on the top shelf. He will immediately grab said item for you.)

Gives the best teddy bear hugs

- Not too tight or too close to his spiky scales. Just right enough where it can easily put you at ease, stopping any stressful thought plaguing your mind.

Can easily motivate you into short exercise routines.

- It doesn't even have to be the daily recommended 30 minutes. Often being close to under 5 minutes is still worth it.

When both of you were done following that one morning aerobics exercise from animal crossing, his brothers immediately teased him about it. But he doesn't care, he was just happy you got to stay up for a little bit before lazily resting your head near his plastron.

Cons:

While the big guy means well, he can be a bit overbearing.

- Especially if you got a small injury, after a brief night patrol fight from an unexpecting bad guy attack.

He will absolutely be a mother hen if you end up getting sick. Drops whatever he was doing and rushes over to make sure you're okay. Which often results in him getting sick after you fully recovered because he forgot to bring the protective gear for his own safety.

(This is a personal headcanon of mine) but he's definitely close to a morning kind of guy. Light stretches to start the day before he eats breakfast.

- So if you have a similar night owl schedule like Donnie or Leo, he won't say much but, he will judge you for it unless its related to some medical reasons.

If you decide on borrowing clothes from him, a lot of the shirts he has, will have a few holes because of his spiky shell. So pack some extra clothes (like a spare tank top or something similar) if you're not into the torn up clothing look.

You're bound to see Savage Raph at least a few times.

- Please approach with caution and take Leo's advice seriously. However, still be gentle around Raph and comfort him by the time he returns back to his usual self.

Mikey:

Pros:

The fact he knows how to cook is already best boyfriend material.

- He can probably cook up your favorite food if you ask for it.

Another plus is proper communication skills.

- Dr Feelings will always be there to help and will accommodate what's best suited to your needs.

Can be your personal cheerleader when you happened to be stuck at starting something.

- After all, he is the best hype man for a reason. But, can easily tone down the energy if you start to feel overwhelmed.

There will always be a lot of creative thought in whatever gift he makes for you.

- Very heartfelt and he will be a blushing mess if you ended up displaying it in a place where he can see it. (either in your room or a place in your house where there's a lot of care in preserving it)

Cons:

Imo I feel like the Dr Delicate Touch persona leans towards some of that passive aggressive energy.

- Namely the anger tone, (which might have some influence from a certain purple turtle) so Mikey still needs to be careful about that.

It won't happen all the time but, if you forgot to eat breakfast. (or any of the other important 3 meals of the day)

- Mikey will pester you into eating some food he made. He usually does this to Donnie and the box shell turtle won't budge until you finish the meal. Or at least half of it, so it can be saved for later as leftovers.

The sad puppy eyes trick is present in all the turtles but, Mikey's more dangerous since he's a master at it. So try your best not to give in to the temptation. (If you can help it)

He's the second turtle to make a beeline into danger. (and him being commited to be the bait as a distraction [like dressing up in a hippo costume with a cologne that attracts said animal or the time he wore a cucumber suit to tease Repo Mantis' mutant pet cat for one of Donnie's vlogs])

- Be prepared to patch him up as result of his rowdy energy.

[imyourbratzdoll]

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𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬  ❥♡

summary - the reader gets new neighbours, they seem to have their eyes on her.

𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - bucky has a nightmare about harming his pregnant girlfriend, and she ends up comforting him

𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 ♡

summary - the guys think it’s funny that bucky ‘poked’ someone with a knife

𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - we’re on the verge of an anxiety attack, but our boss saves the day.

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 ➳ 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 2 ➳♡

summary - bucky shouldn’t have gone on that mission.

summary - bucky came back, and it was one hell of a rollercoaster ride.

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - being the obsession of six men isn’t so bad.

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐱 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡➳

summary - bucky flirts with sarah to make you jealous, forgetting that you aren't as secure as you come off.

𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡

summary - just a short drabble of vampire steve and bucky meeting succubus reader.

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ❥♡

summary - daddy decides it's playtime during the game, and his best friend gets to watch.

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡➳❥

summary - your professor is worried about you and tells you to meet him in his office, once he finds out what your behaviour has been about, he becomes feral.

𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳

summary - bucky is afraid of commitment, but you seemed to slither through the cracks

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳ 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 2 ♡➳ 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲’𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 3 ➳

summary - bucky agrees to date you because natasha is already taken, how long can he pretend before he snaps?

summary - after everything that happened with bucky, you found comfort in steve, slowly falling for him as he becomes your knight in shining armour. when you finally become his, it's the best day of your life.

summary - bucky tries everything to destroy your happiness.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳

summary - you made a mistake on a mission, and the team was furious, except for one member.

𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲’𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ❥

summary - your stepdad doesn't like how close his friend is getting to you, so the only way to solve the issue is to get inside you.

𝐮𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡➳

summary - you and bucky get into a fight, does it get resolved?

𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 ❥

summary - bucky offers you a seat…

𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡➳

summary - after giving a heartfelt speech to your hunk of a boyfriend, you both end up at the beach.

𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ➳

summary - bucky snaps, and you get taken by the enemy.

𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭��𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ❥♡

summary - you ask your husband to bring your fantasy to life.

𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 ❥♡

summary - your girlfriend notices that you have a crush on a certain super-solider, so she decides to do something special for you.

𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ❥♡

summary - you are scared of thunder and quickly find comfort in your stepfather and step-uncle's arms.

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ♡➳❥

summary - you've decided to stop going on dates when the last one fails and go to your best friend for the thing you desperately want.

𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐲 𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ❥

summary - breeding kink gone wild, your husbands take it to the next level by forever wanting you to carry their child.

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[rosethourn]

Let's try using reading comprehension skills over "gotcha" tactics, ok? And then maybe you'll see why what you said is a blatant misinterpretation of what I said. I know it might be tough, but being a part of the "how dare you say we piss on the poor" population of this website isn't a cute look. You got this!

Anyways! For the rest of y'all! I know people are scared, and when we're scared we want simple, swift solutions. But we have to be vigilant not to fall back on reactionary thinking. The 4B movement reduces the idea of the patriarchy to men vs women, and not a systemic issue that anyone can uphold and fall victim to, regardless of gender. And because of that, they have very strict rules on What Is A Woman and What Is Not. News flash, it's the same transphobia and TERF rhetoric we've been fighting so hard in the states.

There can't be a trans-inclusive version of this movement because to do so, you need hard lines on who's a man and who's a woman. If we're excluding men, that means trans men will either get gendered correctly and marked as the enemy, be misgendered in order to be included, or the language shifts to people with uterus' versus people with penises, which is just extra steps to disguising transphobia/bioessentialism/transmedicalism. And trans women will continue not to be taken seriously and labeled as a threat despite how vulnerable that group already is. There is no safety here. (Note: Going forward I'll be using "men" and "women" moreso in the context the people in the 4B movement do, but again, this goes beyond sex/gender)

You also have to think about what happens next. The, "Then What?". What changes will it bring, how will it end the patriarchy? So you're not interacting with men anymore - To what end? This is a huge problem with certain activist movements, especially in the US, and especially with white people. You have to think it through. What happens to society if you exclude 50% of a population, indiscriminately, over something they have no control over? Probably not good! No not probably, definitely not good! That sounds like the nightmare y'all are trying to avoid! But as an individual, it's easy for these people to say, "too bad! They deserve to suffer!" But that is not a community mindset. Like it or not, we share a planet with men! And if you actually are trying to break free of the punitive system of justice, if you actually want to work towards restorative justice and leave behind the Incarceration State of Mind, then you need to take a step out of your individual point of view and do what's best for the community as a whole. Look out for one another, support the women in your community for sure, that's great! Call out people, yes I said people not just men, for upholding patriotic standards. And this goes for other men too! If you have a shitty misogynist guy friend, they're gonna listen to you before they listen to a woman say the same thing. Sucks to hear, but it's unrealistic to think change is gonna happen overnight, and it definitely isn't gonna happen if he already doesn't respect the people yelling at him about how he's wrong. He has to know he's wrong first. It also means calling out your friends who are dating/married to Republicans/misogynists/racists/homo/transphobs. There's nuance to everything obviously and there's no one right answer on how to approach this, but let your friends know it's fucked up to be with someone who doesn't respect their human rights. Help them out if it's an abusive situation, but if they're just giving them a pass, let them know that shit's disgusting, call them out on hypocrisy, make them actually consider what it means to be with someone like that. Keep each other accountable. It's not your job to fix every fuck ass dude who comes along TO AN EXTENT. And maybe on a personal level, it's not something you're good at/have the capacity for. And that's ok, but as a whole, we can't just give up on men and let them fend for themselves, because someone will find them and radicalize them against women further. That's what's already happening, we can't afford to make it worse!

And I know more blogs like the one above are gonna hit me with different strawmen arguments or take what I say out of context or just completely misrepresent what I've said, so I'll say this. There's nothing wrong with being choosy about who you date/sleep with/marry/have kids with. Be choosy about who you're friends with! In most cases I think it's best to be. But if you think you're gonna avoid toxic relationships, abuse, misogyny, etc by changing your only metric to Women™️, you're gonna fail. Personal choice is one thing, activism is another.

Sorry if this is rambling, but I'm scared, I'm depressed, and I'm pissed off. It hurts to see people I know care about queer people and community building forget the dog whistles and fall into cultish radical groups. Cults and other radical groups wait for a victimized population to be vulnerable and swoop in with a solution dressed up with all the right words to make it seem like it's a good thing for you when it just isn't. Stay safe, stay smart, stay alert. Not all that glitters is gold yada yada yada 🫰🏻

and American women i am being SO serious when i say we need to learn from our South Korean sisters and follow their steps with the 4B movement. the house of representatives, the senate, the supreme court, and the president are ALL red now. if american men want to control our bodies and choices so much then let’s give them HELL!

read about the 4B movement:

[itsnotzka]

First Date Data // Duskwood one shot

One-shot // Jake's POV // Fluff(ish).

How could that first date go? And how much could Jake overthink it?

No warnings // 4,3k words.

. . .

Standing alone in front of a large red neon sign, alone, in the shadows, with my eyes locked on the parking lot, I wonder how I got myself into such a preposterous situation.

This is a false statement.

I know precisely well how I got myself into this preposterous situation.

Another false statement.

Is the situation, in fact, preposterous? How can one even assess the preposterousness of a situation? Where is the line that makes something preposterous or not? Can something like this even be done? Of course it can, everything can be done with enough time, data and willpower.

And coffee.

This is something I know almost too well from my own experience. I wish I didn't know that, it would make things much easier. That way I would be convince most of the things I did were impossible, therefore I wouldn't do them.

But every little thing I've done has brought me here. To this place. Right here where I stand. Alone. Alone for now.

Do I regret any of it?

It depends.

What a convenient answer. I can do better than that. This is the worst answer anybody can give. Of course it depends. Everything depends on everything else, there is no denying it. Nothing is simple black and white, things are rarely either 1 or 0.

Rarely, but not never. I do know all about that. So I'm asking myself again, do I regret anything?

Negative.

Because, as ridiculous as it sounds, am about to have a date with a girl. A woman. And this is what makes the situation preposterous.

It's been only a second or two since I looked at that red neon sign. I think fast, I always think fast, but now my mind is working as fast as greased lightning.

This statement is neither false or true. It's nonsensical.

But it doesn't change the fact, that the thoughts in my head are scattered. I never allow that. I simply cannot allow that. It's inefficient. How can you act productively when your mind is wandering?

You cannot. It's a simple answer. That's why you don't do it. Yet here I am.

I am standing in the shadows, just at the edge of the light from a nearby lamp. Red neon makes everything shrouded in a red glow of horror.

There is no such thing.

This is what happens when your mind wanders. Ridiculous thoughts. Inaccurate observations. No logic. True nightmare.

This is when I decide that's the end of that thread of thought.

I did a couple of things before I came here. First one: reconnaissance.

Reconnaissance is the first step of Hacking. It's also the first step of absolutely everything else. Everybody should know this. Sadly, not enough people do.

I came early. I know this restaurant. I suggested it myself. Being on familiar terrain, you are less likely to step on a mine. Knowing the area, you know what to expect. What to avoid and where to run, if necessary.

She doesn't know it. She's never been here. I have the advantage. Except, we're not enemies. It would be a little easier if we were. I know how to throw my enemy off guard. How to confuse them. I know how to beat them.

It won't work here.

We're not enemies, yet it seems we're not entirely on the same side. Things can go wrong. For me. For her. 'For me' option is much more probable.

The second thing I though about: introductions.

Should I bring her something? Should I wait inside or outside? Should I eat something before, or should I go there actually hungry?

This was the first time when I thought: Google it.

I am not a man with great experience when it comes to real dates. I don't do dates. I don't just simply go to places like this one. I am, however, a man with a great ambition.

I tried to solve this conundrum logically. I weighed the pros and cons of every single eventuality.

I ended up not Googling it. My answer: bring nothing, wait outside, don't be hungry. Did it make me feel better?

Not enough data to answer this question.

It's five past zero hour.

A thought runs through my head. Another preposterous thought runs through my head. She is not coming, she was never coming. It was all a sham.

I can simply check where she is. Should I do that? The answer to that one is simple, I shouldn't do that. I should never do that. It's unethical. It's wrong. I should never do that. Period.

I sometimes do that.

A car approaches. It's a cab. For a minute or two nothing happens. I'm on standby.

Then I see her. She gets out of the car, smiles at the driver, waves goodbye.

He's a lucky guy - I think - he's already done it all. Met her. Talked with her. Made her smile.

This man is irrelevant, he shouldn't bother me. I'm trying to erase him from my memory.

I think about her again. Her hair gleams in the yellow lamplight as she looks around. Her black dress flutters slightly in the evening breeze. Her dark jacket is too light for today's weather, but she doesn't seem to care.

I'm taking a step forward. I'm coming out of the shadows. Now the same lamp illuminates me as it illuminates her.

She turns once more and then sees me. Her eyes rest on me and for a moment the expression on her face is absolutely blank.

It's blank. What's the meaning of this?

It doesn't mean anything.

Am I not looking good? Of course I'm not looking good – she's wearing an elegant dress and I'm wearing a hoodie. I didn't sleep last night. My hair is never right.

Is she disappointed? Am not what she expected?

It doesn't mean anything!

Her rosy lips twists slowly in a tender smile, her eyes seems to sparkle with something I'm simply unable to decode.

I'm not moving. I should move, but I'm not.

She is the one who comes closer, her heels clicking steadily against the hard ground, each click like a countdown.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

C o n t a c t .

She is not saying anything, she just looks at me, that gentle smile never leaves her face.

"Hello," I say my well-rehearsed line, "It's nice to see you."

The corners of her mouth turn up even more, a quiet laugh leaves her throat. I'm not sure if I'm under or overanalyzing this.

"It is more than nice to finally see you, Jake," she says, her voice like this crispy, evening breeze, "How are you?"

How am I?

How-am-I?

There could be many answers to this very, very simple question. Suddenly it's not even a matter of 'how', but 'if am I even here'.

It's surreal and I feel out of place. It started like an innocent dream and now it's slowly turning into a nightmare. I can see the red glow of horror on her face, the neon sign is still there, it's still taunting me.

She tilts her head when I don't give her an answer for a few seconds.

"I'm good" At this point I have no idea if this statement is true or false. "I hope you are as well."

The neon sign blinks as she laughs, this sound surrounds me like a cocoon, her hair are glistening again, goosebumps disappear from her skin, her cheeks are flushed. So are mine.

"You're just as I've imagined you would be!" she says, she shakes her head, she giggles, she bites her rosy bottom lip.

She holds out her hand to me, she presses her lips together, trying not to smile. I don't mind her smiling.

I shake her hand. She squeezes it tightly. Her touch is warm, it's spine-tingling. I'm suddenly very grateful she decided a simple handshake would be enough.

This is not my first encounter with a woman. I try to remind myself.

This is my first encounter with this woman.

I'd be lying if I said I don't know much about her. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't trying to find out even more. Too much. I'd be lying if I said that since she met me, some of her preferences have changed. I'd be lying if I said it didn't work somewhat in my favor.

She's known for a long time I could always find out more.

Ding, ding, ding! I figured it out. It was her plan all along. She wrapped me around her finger. I mindlessly fell into her well-designed trap. I like it as much as I hate it. I never fall for any kind of traps.

"Will you accompany me inside?" I ask. I rehearsed it as well.

She doesn't answer.

Correction.

She doesn't say anything, but nods eagerly. Her hair falls over her shoulders and her face like a waterfall. Golden waterfall of shining waters.

Fine.

The next thing I Googled. I admit it.

All the old-fashioned male-female customs seem to annoy everyone, especially nowadays. And yet, during a date, everyone expects you to know all of that. It's almost a paradox.

Pay for her. Don't pay for her. Open the door. Don't do it. Help her sit. Don't even go near her.

Which rules are acceptable and which should be rejected altogether? It was absolutely beyond my cognitive abilities.

The Internet is full of information, and if you put your mind to it, you can find whatever answer you want.

I was able to find the right one. I am ready to open the door. I am ready to go inside first. I am ready to hold the door open for her and let her inside. I am ready to talk to the waiter.

When we start walking, she does something unexpected. My whole elaborate plan goes to hell. She takes my hand, she rushes to the door, I am forced to follow her blindly. She opens the door and runs inside, then she lets go of my hand.

My mind froze as soon as her hand touched mine. I went unresponsive. My body moved on its own.

With her help.

Laughing, she looks around the restaurant. It's not too fancy. It's not too lousy. It is perfectly balanced, as all the things should be.

Then it hits me. I'm no gentleman. She's no lady. Not in that way, anyway. I'm simply a man with his eyes locked on a woman of his dreams.

We don't need to follow those rules. She doesn't want us to follow those rules and she's just showed me that. We are far beyond that phase. It is our first date and we're far beyond that phase.

I recover when the waiter asks her if we have a reservation. Then he looks at me questioningly. There is still a gentle smile hiding at the corners of her mouth. It never leaves her face.

I take it from here. We have a reservation. I made sure we had a reservation. I was checking as often as possible if our reservation wasn't, in fact, cancelled or changed at any point.

It goes smoothly from here. As far as I understand the meaning of the word 'smoothly', that is.

We follow the waiter. She looks at the table. It's near the window, at the far corner of the room. Secluded, but in a good way. It's the best table in the whole restaurant. I know that. She notices that. She glances at me as her brows raise a little.

Is she impressed?

Again, not enough data to answer this question.

We sit opposite each other. The table is small, our knees are almost touching. She looks at me when the waiter hands us the menus. She still looks at me when she opens hers. I look at her when I place mine on the table, still closed.

An unbroken silence falls between us. Somehow it's not uncomfortable at all.

How is that possible?

He puts the menu down for a moment. She starts taking off her jacket.

Is it warm in here? Should I rush to help her? Is it an invitation to touch her?

This wasn't planned. Why exactly haven't I planned that?

Before I can do anything, the jacket is off, she hangs it on the chair. The lacy sleeves of her dress end in the middle of her forearm. Her scalloped neckline is not too low, it's not too high.

It's enough for my imagination.

A quiet, small, uncontrolled, almost unnoticeable sigh is leaving my throat.

She notices it. Damn it, she notices it. She is perceptive. She's more perceptive than she wants me to know.

I know.

"I like your dress." I say, there is no point denying it "It looks good on you."

She's not embarrassed. She knows how she looks in it. Still, she lowers her head, she gives me a lopsided smile as she tosses her hair back.

She likes the compliment.

"Thank you. I was hoping you would."

How could I not?

Silence.

She nibbles on her bottom lip, as she looks at the menu again. I don't look at the menu. I don't have to look at the menu. I'm looking at her.

I've seen her many times before. I saw her pictures. She's sitting so close to me now and I can't help but wonder how beautiful she is. It's like I'm seeing her for the very first time.

I am seeing her for the very first time.

"What do you recommend? I assume you know this place." she says, she smiles, she glances at the menu, then back at me.

A spark. There is a spark in her eye. This is not a simple question. She doesn't want recommendation. She wants me to amuse her. I want to see how much I've planned this. She knows I planned this.

Yes, I planned every single second of this date. Yes, the decision tree for that evening is almost infinite. Almost, yet I know it all. And yes, the food is the least important part of our meeting.

"I like number four, number fifteen, sometimes eleven. For you, however, I recommend number seventeen. Number twenty-two to drink. You're going to like it."

Curious, she looks at the menu. She finds the numbers. One after another. She nods. She hums. Her whole face lit up.

"Not bad! Let's make it interesting though. I'll order it if you let me pick your meal."

A counteroffer. I expected nothing less from someone like her.

It's a game. We're playing another game and I'm not sure if I know all the rules.Then again, I've already established she doesn't want us to follow rules. So how can I play this game?

I'm resting my elbows on the table, I can't stop looking at her, but she's not bothered by it. It's like she wants me to look. This is the first time when I smile.

"I accept your offer," I answer briefly.

She giggles. She sets her menu aside. She rests her elbows on the table, she leans closer to me, her arms folded together. I notice a little mischief deep in her eyes.

She's mimicking me. It's yet another game.

I raise my head. She raises her head. I chuckle. She chuckles. She places her open hand in the middle of the table. Before I am able to touch her, the waiter comes back to us.

I order for her. She orders for me. I don't even register what he says to the waiter. It's a tunnel vision. I see her, nothing else.

We're alone again. As alone as we can be in a restaurant.

"Care for some small talk?" she asks.

"Always. Although I'm not good with topics." I admit, but she knows it well "I'd appreciate it if you'd start."

She likes the idea. This is what she wanted. She thinks for a moment or two. She puts her index finger to her chin as she looks up. Then she smirks. She puts her palms on the table and stares at me intensely.

"How long would you last in a zombie apocalypse?" her question throws me off. Her questions always throw me off.

I laugh. I laugh out loud.

She's wearing an elegant dress, I'm quite sure her make-up is thoughtfully matched to her outfit. She is a truly graceful woman and she's sitting across me, asking me about a zombie apocalypse.

Can it get more perfect than that? There's a part of me that wants to say 'yes', but I know it's not true. I don't think anyone could be more perfect than her right now. Than her in general.

It's a hypothetical question. There is no way to test this, yet I'm somehow certain of my answer.

"I'd survive. Long. To the very end, I'd say."

She nods her head slowly, she seems impressed by my answer, but I'm not sure if she believes me.

"How about you?"

"I am pretty sure I'd be dead on the day one." she giggles "I'd be good at being a zombie, though! You'd have to be careful, I would gladly eat your brain out!"

She makes me laugh again. I laugh louder. She laughs with me. I casually put my hand across the table, very near hers.

"If that really was the case, I'd definitely let you bite me." I say before thinking.

It's a purely theoretical scenario, yet I am sure this statement would be true.

She hums surprised, her eyes are wide. Her fingers touch my arm. It's a gentle lazy stroke, but I can feel them intensely through the sleeve of my hoodie. A shiver runs through my whole body to stop low on my back. She fixes her hair, she shifts a little. That small, innocent movement makes her knee touch mine.

Interesting fact:

If something touches your knee, you always feel it. You can't touch something with your knee and not realize it. This is how human body works.

It was intentional. Or maybe it wasn't intentional, but she likes the outcome. I try to follow every single game we're playing, but it's getting harder. It's getting out of control. I don't have that kind of attention span. Not while she's touching me.

Focus.

"Your turn." She says, an innocent look in her eyes, as if she didn't disturb my personal space at all.

I'm trying thinking straight. It's almost impossible while she's touching me. I am totally lost, my decision tree is long forgotten. I frown.

"I'm not sure I can top your question." I finally say.

"You don't have to. I like your questions."

Her hand moved, now she's stroking my hand with her fingertips.

"What's your strategy whilst playing hide-and-seek?"

I think fast. This question pops up in my mind. It wasn't planned. It was based on her question, it's not as good, though.

Her eyes widen even more, she bursts out laughing, her fingers tighten on my hand and now she's practically holding it. My heart's racing, my mouth's all dry.

Focus!

"Oh? I didn't know there is more than one strategy!"

I take a risk. It's not really a risk. I do realize that. After all, we are here together. She wanted to come here. She touched me first.

All in all, I take a risk. I wrap my other hand around her hand. She's trapped now. She's trapped between my hands.

Her touch is like an inductive charger. It's just a touch, but I feel it with every inch of my body. Our hands together. Our knees together. We, together.

Preposterous. Horrifying. There is no escape now. For me as well as for her.

"There's always more than one strategy for everything. You should always have more than one strategy in mind, whatever you do." I answer.

"Oh, that's right. I forgot who I am talking to!" she chuckles, her head tilted, she looks at our intertwined hands with a soft smile "Tell me about those hide-and-seek strategies, so I can tell you which one is mine."

Well. There are many, many hide-and-seek strategies. This is, after all, my favorite game of all. As long as I'm the one who's hiding.

She looks at me curiously as I spread her hand on the table.

"The basic one. You choose a place and you hide. You don't leave until someone finds you."

I touch the middle of her hand, I draw a small circle with my thumb. Then with my other hand I close her fingers on mine.

She laughs softly. She likes my way of explaining.

"And there is my strategy of choice." I continue as I spread her hand again "You keep your eye on the seeker, you move as they move. That way they can look for you forever. As long as you're careful, of course."

I gently run my fingers up and down her arm, I draw lines, I draw patters. I brush the hem of the sleeve of her dress. I'm not sure if my analogy is clear.

It doesn't matter.

There is this strange satisfaction in my chest as I see her face studying my every single move, her eyes curious as the goosebumps appear on her arm, she bites her rosy bottom lip again.

I got myself back together. I'm in control. My mind works properly again. My logical thinking ability is back. All I needed was a proper stimulation. My decision tree is useless now, I'm improvising.

"I'm afraid I'm the basic one, then." She says, disappointment mixed with amusement in her voice.

There is nothing basic about her.

"There's nothing basic about you."

She blinks as she glances at me.

Is it a good thing I speak before thinking now? Of course not, it's never good. One should never speak without carefully thinking about every single word.

Yet here I am. Again.

We are forced to take our hands off the tabletop. The waiter brings our order, we wait patiently for him to leave. I take a sip of my beer. She smells her jasmine tea. She tries her jasmine tea. She's delighted with her jasmine tea. I am delighted with her delight in her jasmine tea.

I chose it.

We eat. We try to eat. We mostly talk. I listen to her carefully. She listens to me carefully. There are some more stimulating questions. Some stories.

Our knees don't disconnect even for a moment. I laugh at her jokes. She laughs at the things I say. I have a feeling not all of them are funny enough to be the cause of her laughter, but she does that anyway.

The waiter wants us to order desserts, and we haven't even finished our dinner. We don't have time to finish our dinner. As I said before, the food is the least important part of our meeting.

Time passes quickly. We don't even notice it.

It passes too quickly.

The evening is gone in the twinkling of an eye. How is that possible?

Not egough data, although I have a theory.

When she goes to the bathroom, I take care of the bill. We are the last to leave the restaurant. The staff turns off the light behind us.

Now we're standing in this small parking lot, almost like before.

Much closer.

The neon sigh blinks. It's taunting me again. She puts her hand on my chest for a second and a half. My heart stops.

"Thank you for inviting me here. It was a very pleasant evening." she says, she looks down, I'm not sure what it means.

"It truly was." I admit.

This statement is so-damn-true.

"Should I order a cab for you?" I ask.

She raises her head, her eyes are saying something, but she remains silent. She takes a small step towards me, she doesn't take her eyes of mine. Her cheeks flushed from the crispy night air. I can't move.

"No." she answers me, her voice quiet, yet it's all I can hear "You should order a cab for us."

The meaning of those words hits me like an wrecking ball. My mind splatters all over the parking lot.

My hand moves on its own. I sink my fingers into her golden waterfall of shining waters. She hums quietly. She tilts her head as my hand go through her hair, to the back of her head.

I hesitate.

One second passes.

Two seconds.

I close the distance. I touch her lips with mine. I can taste a hint of her jasmine tea still on them. This gentle touch makes me shiver.

I want to pull her closer.

I don't have to pull her closer.

She clings to me like a second skin as I put my other hand low on her back. For three more seconds her soft lips are just stroking mine. We're both investigating. It's a reconnaissance. It's a first step. Everything about her is soft. Her hair is soft. Her skin is soft. Her lips are soft. Even her breath is soft.

How can it all be so soft?

Not enough data.

I can feel her smile as her fingers slowly pulls the string of my hoodie.

Then it explodes. I thought my mind was already splattered, but when I she kisses me deep, my mind is entirely gone. It is like it was never even here. There is no logic in this. There is no truth, no false. There is no strategy. There's absolutely nothing in my mind, except one single thought.

False statement.

This is not a single thought. It's a cluster of thoughts, images and feelings. Zombies. Hide-and-seek. Jasmine tea.

No logic.

How can her lips feel so good on mine? Her softness surrounds me. Consumes me. Her whole body curves into mine when we lose ourselves in this moment. She sighs softly when we finally break apart. Her rosy lips are almost red now. Her eyes wide like oceans.

She's not letting me go. I'm not letting her go.

"Am I correct in assuming you like coffee?" she asks. She smiles again.

"Yes. That's a very correct assumption." I manage to answer.

"I make a truly delicious mocha. Maybe you'd like to try it?"

Affirmative. Affirmative. Affirmative.

I nod.

"So get that damn cab for us." She laughs. She brushes my lips with hers again .

I pull away just enough to take my phone out of my pocket and order that damn cab for us.

We're getting into that damn cab.

There's no logic in this preposterous situation. I've never been so pleased with the lack of logic in something.

She's making me mocha in the morning the next day.

[serenity-songbird]

hey!!!! if it isn’t too much trouble could i get relationship headcanons for the main 4 boys + butters but as their superhero alter-egos?

I'm sorry this is so late. I work at a hospital and it's been busy this past week. 🥺🥺🥺

-Teeechnically, Butters isn't a superhero...but that's okay neither are you!!! (In this scenario).

-You are Professor Chaos' partner in crime, (Dr. Discord {Male}/ Miss Mayhem {Female}). You have the powers of bad luck causing chaos in your own little way.

-You also had an animal companion named Little Menice who would spy on the heroes and telepathically tell you their plans.

-Like Butters, you too, were a social outcast. That is how the two of you met. You were quick to become best friends. Soon after you started dating.

-Butters was so kind and caring to you. Definitely boyfriend material. His kisses were sweet and his hugs were comforting.

-Whenever he was getting bullied, you would step in and defend him; which ultimately ended up with you getting bullied as well. Butters would always have to pull you away.

-You didn't become a villian until you found out Butters was Professor Chaos.

-You were sneaking into his room after having a nightmare. You were scared and needed comfort.

-When you climbed the tree leading to his room, you witnessed him changing into his costume.

-At first, Butters was terrified you would leave him. Suprisingly, you asked to join him.

-Relieved, he reluctantly agreed and helped you create your persona.

-He didn't realize that you had so much anger in your heart because of the bullying. But it made you become an even better villian.

-You two definitely got payback when you cornered your bullies in an ally and attacked them.

-He was so glad he let you join him. Together, you were a force to be reckoned with.

-With you by his side, you defeated the Freedom Pals and your Chaos Army grew.

-Even Douchbag struggled against your teamwork.

-Sometimes when your minions were working, you'd pull him into a room and sneak kisses and hugs.

-The Freedom Pals tried to get you to switch sides, but your loyalty for Chaos never wavered.

-Together no one could stop you and he fell more in love everyday.

-You were Professor Chaos' Minion. With your powers of bad luck, it only made sense.

-Truth be told, you didn't really want to become a villian. But with your destructive powers, you felt it was destiny and you had no choice.

-You were powerful and intelligent. A dangerous combo for your enemies.

-You had defeated the Freedom Pals and Coon and Friends on countless occasions.

-Since they were having a civil war, both sides wanted you to join them. They saw your potential and power. Plus, they were sick of getting beat by you.

-Mysterion couldn't help but find you attractive. Even the others agreed you were a looker.

-When he first fought you, he was the last one standing and put up a good fight against you.

-You were impressed, nobody had ever held their own against you for so long.

-After that fight, you both had an interest in the other.

-Your battles consisted of shameless flirting from you. You even gave him the nickname, "My Dark Knight." (And yes he knows it is a Batman reference).

-At the storage unit one night, you were battling the Freedom Pals. It was a bloody battle.

-The Freedom Pals had given up trying to convince you to switch sides and wanted to end your rein of terror.

-Mysterion was the only one who didn't quit. He knew that during every fight, you would pull your punches because you truly did not want to seriously hurt someone.

-You had used you powers of bad luck to cause an avalanche of bricks to fall in front of Mysterion to prevent him from giving a healing potion to Tupperware.

-However, you still didn't have complete control of your powers and miscalculated. The bricks ended up crushing Mysterion, killing him.

-You gasped and covered your mouth in horror. You had not meant to do that.

-"Oh my gosh. They killed Mysterion!" "You bastard!"

-You panicked and before anyone could avenge their friend, you ran. You couldn't sleep that night and told Professor Chaos that you quit.

-Chaos understood. He knew you never wanted to really hurt anybody, much less kill them. You sobbed and isolated yourself in your room for 3 days.

-After the 3rd day, you couldn't stand the sight of your room and snuck out wearing your costume.

-You went to the rubble where Mysterion was killed and placed flowers on it.

-Then suddenly Mysterion appeared behind you asking you why you were crying.

-You didn't believe it was him at first. But when you realized he was real you ran up to him engulfing him in a hug.

-You squeezed him tight, repeating apologizes over and over.

-You remembered him dying. Mysterion was ecstatic that somone finally remembered. And he hugged you back saying thank you.

-After that, you joined the Freedom Pals. It wasn't long til you and Mysterion began dating.

-When he was in his hero form, he was very protective over you and would defend you when the others would comment about your "evil" powers.

-When he was Kenny, he was very flirtatious and touchy feely.

-He was thankful to you for remembering his deaths and you were thankful he helped you realize that your powers weren't evil.

-You were a journalist for the school newspaper.

-You dreamed of being a reporter when you got older.

-And what better way to get recognized then to do a report on the local superheroes?

-So, you purposely put yourself in danger to get a first hand look on what they do.

-In hindsight, it was a terrible idea. You ended up putting yourself in a life or death situation.

-You froze as the barrel of the gun pointed towards your head. Tears in your eyes, you prepared yourself by shutting your eyes.

-You heard the gunshot, but felt no pain. When you opened your eyes, Human Kite stood there is all his glory. The man lay unconscious at his feet.

-You were still shaking and fell to your knees. Human Kite had to calm you down and tell you to breathe. You hadn't realized you were holding your breath.

-Once he knew you were okay, he asked to take you home with a blush on his face.

-Little did you know, Kyle had a huge crush on you. His heart beat wildly in his chest when he picked you up bridal style.

-The fly home was scary yet exhilarating. You held onto him right and began to laugh. Flying was fun.

-You were so relieved you were safe. When he dropped you into your room, you kissed his cheek. Human Kite's face turn red and he covered his smile with the back of his hand.

-The next day, you published an article about the rescue that won first page.

-After that, you learned self defense and carried a defense keychain with brace knuckles, pepper spray, and a taser.

-You took it upon yourself to do investigations about Villians in the area and exposed serious crimes.

-Of course, Coon and Friends would have to save you from the more dangerous missions. But for the most part, you could take care of yourself.

-Your articles helped increase their fanbase and you had helped them numerous times on bringing down Villians increasing their reputation.

-Human Kite saved you the most and would lecture you countless times. Kyle would then proceed to do so again the next morning.

-You had fallen In love with Human Kite. You'd admited to him about purposely getting yourself into danger just to see him. To which, he did not approve.

-So every night he'd visit you in your room. You had built of the courage to kiss him and since then he visited you more often just to kiss you.

-Kyle was elated at the fact that you were in love with him, but at the same time you weren't. You loved Human Kite. You were just friends with Kyle Broflovski...

-One night, you had managed to go undercover and get information on the biggest crime syndicate in town. That itself was extremely dangerous.

-You had managed to fool everyone, that is until one of the students of your school saw you. He was the son of the main boss.

-Luckily, Human Kite gave you an emergency phone that would allow him to track you and save you. All you had to do was press the button.

-He and his teammates burst in and gunshots rained down. Coon and friends won the battle and Human kite went to fly you home.

-The moment he flew into your room, he collapsed. Because of the adrenaline from the fight he hadn't realized he was shot in his shoulder and had been losing blood.

-You immediately panicked. Thank goodness your mom was a nurse and taught you had to treat wounds.

-You had to take off his shirt and you were shocked when you recognized Kyle. You had a crush on Kyle before, but didn't think he had feelings for you. So knowing the two people you loved were the same person made you feel relived.

-Using your skills you saved his life and let him sleep in your bed.

-When he woke up that morning, you were cuddling his uninjured arm.

-He was happy that he no longer had to hide his identity and that you had feelings for his normal self.

-Of course after that he become even more protective then he was before.

-Despite his constant lectures, you loved Kyle whether he was himself or Human Kite. You made a great team.

-You were a new hero. Becuase of your abilities, you were the talk of the town.

-Of course The Coon was upset at the fact you were receiving more attention then his franchise and set out to yell at you.

-After saving an elderly woman, The Coon lept down from the rooftop. He pushed the poor old lady to the ground (Move bitch get out the way! Get out the way, bitch! Get out the way! Sorry I had to). Hestarted cursing you and telling you to quit.

-You immediately helped the women up and smacked him upside the head telling him to apologize.

-So you would stop yelling at him, he begrudgingly mumbled out an apology.

-The first time he demanded that you quit being a hero and stop taking all the glory that HE deserves.

-You simply rolled your eyes and told him to fuck off.

-The second, third, and forth times produced the same results. The fifth time he saw you, you were saving him.

-One of Professor Chaos' many inventions had trapped him and was slowly crushing him.

-The Coon and Friends were currently trying to save him, but the Chaos minions held them back.

-Then you came along and, using your super strength, pulled The Coon out of the wreckage. You helped them defeat the Chaos army.

-After that everyone wanted you to join their team. Everyone except Coon. He was stupidly stubborn. Due to the majorit vote, you were now a Coon and Friend.

-At first, Coon refused to acknowledge you. Even if you did save him. You were annoyed at him and never listened to his commands.

-But secretly the two of you admired the other. You just never would admit it.

-The two of you didn't get along for the first few months. Then a major battle went down between The Coon and Friends and The Freedom Pals.

-One of Wonder Tweek's lightning bolts struck Coon. Due to the surge of electricity, his heart stopped. The battle came to an end with a victory for Coon and Friends. However, Coon wasn't moving.

-You were the only one who knew first aid since your mom was a nurse. You began CPR and instructed Human Kite to get the AED that was in your kitchen.

-You were scared for Coon. Despite your differences, you didn't want him to die.

-Once the AED was set up, you sent the shock. Once the AED said it was clear, you resumed CPR. You repeated this 2 more times before Coon shot up coughing and sputtering.

-Time froze for a moment. No one knowing what to say and everyone in shock. The only noise was Coon regaining his bearings.

-Soon Coon looked around in confusion. Everyone stared at him.

-You hadn't realized the tears running down your face until Coon pointed it out. Y

-You then pulled him into a hug wailing. You squeezed him with all your might relieved he was alive. He sat frozen and baffled by your actions.

-The others finally came to asking if he was alright. Coon had no idea what was happened until Human Kite explained. You still hadn't let go, but you soon reduced to sniffles.

-Coon was touched. He honestly thought you hated him. But here you are hugging him like he might disappear any second. No one ever cared for him so much of him dying. Even know the could tell the others were relieved, but not as much as you.

-After that, he was nicer towards you. You did save his life afterall. You also changed your perspective of him.

-The two of you becomes good friends in and out of costume after learning more about the other.

-Apparently, you two had a lot in common. Soon you both developed feelings.

-Cartman was still Cartman in and out of costume, so he wasn't the best boyfriend admittedly. But when you were alone he was caring and affectionate.

-Of course around the others he had to seem tought and annoyed at you, but everyone knew better.

-Whenever there was a battle, you and Coon always fought side by side and protected each other.

-You two didn't have a perfect relationship, but you loved each other and would always protect each other.

-You first met Toolshed when you were captured by Professor Chaos and used as a hostage.

-You were just a random civilian. You had no powers and wanted nothing to do with Villiand or superheroes alike. So why the hell were you being captured?

-You were hanging from the ceiling over a pit of some boiling got goo. You struggled and cursed Chaos out.

-Cue the dramatic hero entrance of The Freedom Pals.

-For some reason, Toolshed was infuriated with Chaos, but you didn't know why.

-Unbeknownst to you, Toolshed AKA Stan had a huge crush on you. (He's thrown up one you a few times).

-Ever since then, you become the stereotypical (male/female) damsel in distress type.

-Professor used Toolshed's feeling for you to his advantage. It pissed Toolshed off to no end.

-You eventually get used to getting kidnapped at some point. And got bored at all the back and forth.

-Toolshed was always the one to bring you home. So you had gotten to know each other very well. Soon you had developed feelings for him.

-Now when you would get captured, you'd be excited to see Toolshed and would swoon when he'd kick Professor Chaos' ass.

-Toolshed carried you home because of another one of Chaos' plans failed. This time before he could leave, you grabbed his collar and placed a kiss on his lips.

-Whispering over his lips, you confessed your feelings. You stated that you knew he had feelings for you too. (Whever he would rescue you would feel his heart racing when he carried you. You also noticed his red cheeks and not so subtle flirts).

-Toolshed always had to fight back his urge to puke and as he got to know you better he didn't throw up as much. He was even able to hold you and flirt with you without upchucking his dinner.

-But when you kissed and him and returned his feelings he was excited. He tried. He reeeaaally tried not to throw up. But it was too much.

-Needless to say, in the moment his vomit covered your chest, you figured his secret identity. He was mortified and repeated apologies.

-"So you're Stan Marsh, huh?" He wanted to die...

-Still, your feelings for him were strong. So despite his disgusting nervous habit, you started dating that night.

-Tired of you always getting captured, he taught you self defense and gave you tools to defend yourself with.

-Since you were dating, he had grown protective of you and needed to make sure you could protect yourself. Luckily his training worked and you were able to avoid being captured as much...I mean, you still did, but not as much as before.

-Eventually, Toolshed was able to not throw up everytime you saw each other or kissed. (Something you were grateful for).

-You made him happy and loved. Unlike his relationship with Wendy, you never pressured him to be something he was not and accepted him for who he was.

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Self-Conscious😶

Dynamight/Bakugo Katsuki x F. Reader

Bakugo dwells on dark thoughts within him while you two attend an event.

Warnings: Smut below💋👇🏻; Softer Bakugo; Car sex; Oral sex(Giving); Praising; Riding; Barebacking; Creampie [18+]

Bakugo Katsuki had grown in the near decade since his first year of UA. While he could still be brash and a bit abrasive, he mellowed out a lot. That didn't mean he still wasn't intimidating. Everyone knew he wasn't one to be messed with, and that meant by both civilians and villains. He'd grown in those ways, but there were factors that were too important to ignore.

He's a veteran now. Not only that but he had died on the battlefield. Actually DIED. He was more than grateful for the second chance at life he was given. Thankful to be able to live and become the Hero he always wanted. Moreso, he'd be forever grateful to have you by his side.

You weren't officially dating that first year at UA. Between him honing his skills and then war breaking out too much had been going on. There was always a closeness with you two. Bakugo tolerated you much more than the rest of those extras. What they didn't know is that you were the one in his room those late nights after you got his text about having another nightmare. You were the one hugging him close so he could hear your steady heartbeat and breathing when he was having a panic attack.

He'd never say it but he was always impressed with you. You sparred with him one on one like it was nothing for you. Always showed him no fear, even had a sharp tongue to handle those quick responses to the hothead.

After the war, when all was said and done and you were unsurprisingly at his bedside at the hospital, by his side, he weakly pulled you in for a kiss. It had shocked you, especially with Kirishima, Midoriya and Todoroki right there. You quickly reciprocated it though. The two of you were too wrapped up in your first kiss you didn't even notice the trio creep out of the hospital room. Smiles etched on their faces.

That was years ago. Things had changed outside of his growth as a person and a Hero. You two became a couple and once your careers had truly begun after graduating and you established your routines and schedules you took the next step and moved in together. You were so supportive and loving. He never felt he deserved you, having the best girl in the world.

You also didn't seem phased by his appearance in the least. He was still in one piece after all that happened, despite what that bastard had done to him in battle. He would always be proud of whatever scar he acquired. To Bakugo they were his trophies. Proof of defeating his enemies, giving his all in the fights and importantly that he pulled through.

However there was some scarring that he wasn't very fond of. While Katsuki would always be confident in his abilities and skill, it was the wounds he took to the face that had his mind over-thinking sometimes. A large portion of the right side of his face was scarred. Not like Shouto has with discoloration over his left eye, but rough scaring. His eyes were no longer both the same vermillion color. Once his healing was over his right eye was now a light red, a variation of the color salmon.

The two of you were going to a Hero event. It wasn't as formal as a gala, but still "casual dressy" you would describe to him. It was only a midday fundraiser. You wore a sundress while he wore dark jeans and a black polo shirt. You had to admit how nicely his muscles looked in that top. He had met you outfront by the car as he waited and you wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed each side of his chin before planting a kiss to his lips.

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and returned the kiss before pulling away. "Come on, Shitty Woman. Let's git goin'. I wanna get this over with." Despite his words and movements Bakugo could never get enough of you.

You always assured him he was handsome as ever to you. Your eyes displayed such adoration for him. You never looked at him with pity, or disgust. Not in any negative way actually. You already put up with his ass and his crap attitude and emotional constipation. No matter how far along he's come or how much he'd gotten better with it. (He's got you to thank for that, too).

Sometimes he felt he held you back. There were times he wished you didn't have to deal with any of it. With his demeanor. With his appearance.

With him.

The location the organizers picked was an attraction with beautiful botanical gardens and ponds interconnected with small streams. They had a large field reserved with a few giant tent canopies set up with the tables for food and drink. Some were empty underneath, simply overhead to give some shade for those that wanted or needed it.

Now he's sipping from his beer with the damn nerd and Icyhot on his tail. Kirishima had been standing with him but sunk back a bit as he chatted with Kaminari and Sero. It didn't matter who was around though. All conversations were drowned out as he stared at you. Eyes focused over the glass bottle as he drank it's contents.

You were ethereal as you stood glowing in the suns rays. Mina, Round Face and Ponytail were standing around you, but you weren't chatting with them anymore. Someone had tapped your shoulder and pulled your attention from the girls. Bakugo narrowed his eyes as he watched the interaction.

When you felt the tap on your shoulder you turned to see a young man with a sheepish smile. He introduced himself with a bow before righting his posture. Rubbing the back of his neck nervously he went on to tell you that he had been such a huge fan of yours since he was still in high school.

You were an inspiration for him and apparently that even helped him get up the courage to try out for a spot as a student at your alma mater; obviously leading to success because he became an alumnus of UA just like you.

It wasn't all gushing and accolades from him, though. He politely asked if he could speak with you about technique, what it's like to transition from Sidekick to full-fledged Hero and other similar topics. He actually had a similiar quirk to you, so it made sense that he wanted to pick your brain.

He was nice to chat with. Hell he was even funny. When Bakugo saw you let out a genuine loud laugh at him his chest tightened. It wasn't just that you were talking to another guy. You were unquestionably faithful. Loyal to a fault. He trusted you completely: with his love, his heart, his soul, his life.

He trusted you with everything.

It was seeing you next to this guy that was hard to take. You two would make a good looking couple. Could he even make you laugh like this guy? Obviously he has made you laugh before, but it has to be more of a chore to put up with him and his bullshit.

You could be happier with someone else, even this Sidekick extra. Bakugo couldn't help but note that this guy was admiring you a bit more than professionally the longer your conversation went on. You were only a little bit away so he couldn't hear the entire conversation taking place, but there were some things he could catch. He was definitely being polite, but it's hard to get things passed Bakugo Katsuki. He knew this extra was checking you out as you guys talked, even subtly taking a quick glance at your cleavage.

Bakugo still puffed up full of pride. You were his and everyone knew it. If this guy didn't he better catch on quick, especially since everyone knew you two were an item. He loved that you were such a beauty and admired by many. Not that looks were important to him, you were strong and brilliant and had so many wonderful things about you. He loved it all, even the faults or imperfections you think you have.

He tensed as his chest squeezed tighter and his mouth went dry despite just imbibing his second bottle of beer. Sure he was worthy of being a top Hero. Just as he was worthy of being top of the class back in UA. However, he held you on such a pedestal that in this moment, as he had at different times in the past, he had to wonder if he was worthy of you.

Seeing you with this other man, even just chit-chatting, was getting to be too hard to watch. He could see for himself this guy was objectively handsome, and you seemed to be enjoying yourself discussing whatever-the-hell this guy brought up. It didn't help things when Hawks tagged along when Tokoyami stopped to greet you in passing. Christ, he's one of Japan's most eligible bachelors. It seemed as though even the Winged Hero was making heart eyes at you before they moved on to mingle some more. He hated thinking any way like this, but it was kind of hard not too. Not just due to his insecurities. You were always on his mind in some way. He just wanted you happy and healthy. Truly content with life.

You always said as long as you had him you were set for life in the happiness department. He tried for you, he really did. He wasn't always pleasant but of course you'd say you "knew what you were getting into" when you started dating him. Knew how he was and it didn't matter. You loved him for him.

It was that very moment, as if you could tell what he was thinking (he figured you probably could no doubt), that you turned his way and flashed him a bright, loving smile. Only one corner of his lips curled up but he couldn't fake a big smile. Not with you. Not when he was thinking of the possibility you could be happier without his ass.

God he loved you so much. He didn't deserve you. He really didn't. He knew he was just feeling self-conscious. Taking a rare moment to doubt himself. You deserved the best; while he'll always say he is the best and stand by it, when it came to you he felt you deserved better.

He tossed his bottle into the closest trash bin as he turned on his heel and headed towards the parking lot out back where the valet brought everyone's cars. There were large bushes attached to the walls around the premises and a little gate to exit. That's where he headed. He couldn't help it. Bakugo was drowning in his negative thoughts and couldn't have any of that near you. He needed to get away for a bit. He needed space from everyone.

"K-Kacchan? You okay?" Concern was evident in Midoriya's timid voice. Bakugo heaved out a heavy breath as he sighed, continuing on his way without looking back and shoving his hands into his pants pockets. "Yeah, 'm fine, Nerd. Just need some air."

Still standing next to Izuku, Shouto tilted his head slightly in confusion. He glanced around quickly before locking his gaze on Bakugo's retreating form. "There's lots 'f air, though. We're outside." Katsuki simply growled before replying with a "Shove off, Icyhot."

A minute or two later he'd push the gate open and turned to walk along the brickwall the bushes were lined against. Closing his eyes he sighed as he leaned his back against the rough bricks. It was a little better back there, being away from everyone. It was quieter and with any luck he can start to think better thoughts. That didn't seem to be in the cards for him right now however. He would only be resting there for a few minutes before he heard a familiar voice call out to him.

"Found you!" Bakugo could hear the smile you held just in your tone. He didn't even have to look to know it was there. He still opened his eyes but didn't move from his spot against the wall. Simply turned his head and gave the warmest smile he could.

You knew something was up. He didn't seem upset and Katsuki was quite direct if he ever had an issue with something or someone. However you knew him best and could read him like a book. He wasn't just your boyfriend, he was your best friend. "What'cha doin' out here?" Bakugo watched your plump lips as you spoke. Watched your head tilt ever so slightly as you questioned him.

He gave a shrug of his shoulders before crossing his big arms over his broad chest. He looked imposing to most, but never to you. "Jus' needed t' get away from things for a bit." You nodded as you let out a breathy sigh. "Yeahh..", you began to reply as you stepped over to him, "..I get that." Suddenly you were in front of him, your hands looking very small compared to the muscular arms they now rested on. "I wanna know what's up with you."

Bakugo shook his head. He hated lying to you and you'd probably see right through it anyway. Still, he gave it a try. "Nothin'." He held you gaze in hopes you'd accept his answer and give up. You wouldn't though. "Don't lie to me, Katsuki." Bakugo winced at the serious tone in your command. "Somethin's goin' on in that head of yours. Tell me. I'm here f'r ya." He already knew that was true. "You don' gotta tell me that."

You simply continued staring up at him expectantly. Finally he sighed and dropped his arms as his shoulders slumped. "Saw ya talkin' to that Extra back there." He waved his hands in the direction of the back exit. You glanced over at the gate before turning to your man with a sly smile. "Aw, 'Suki...were you jealous? That's so cute." Bakugo growled before he kissed his teeth. "Don' call me cute.", he demanded in a low voice. He held your gaze before shaking his head and looking away. "The opposite actually..."

It was obvious he was getting annoyed as he carded his hand through his hair, tugging at the roots in frustration. Your brows furrowed in confusion, but your body relaxed once you felt his hands rest on your hips. Bakugo kept his eyes to the ground as he explained his feelings to you as best he could. "Jus' saw ya with him and....ugh, you just deserve so much fuckin' better than me!"

Bakugo knew exactly what you were going to say. Knew you were about to chime in and interrupt in an attempt to reassure him. He didn't let you, though. The hold on your hips tightened a bit as he went on. "You're so fuckin' gorgeous. Smart. Funny. Tough as shit. A phenomenal fuckin' Hero. Look at me. You deserve someone better holdin' you right now."

He took in a deep breath once he was finished. It was when he felt your hands on his cheeks that he brought his gaze up to meet yours. "Bakugo Katsuki. For bein' so smart you can really be such a dumbass, dumbass." Bakugo narrows his eyes at you with no real malice behind them. "I will never want anyone else holding me-...No, I won' allow it." You spread you left hand over his scarred right cheek and he leans into your touch. Your eyes look over his ever-so-handsome face.

"You know you're the best, Katsuki. Always were, always will be. Well, you need to believe me when I say that I know that, too. I love you for everythin' about you. All that you are. I would trade none of it! 'm so proud of you, and so damn proud to be yours." You both close your eyes as you playfully bump the tip of your nose against his. "I love you more 'n more every day and you need to remember that you're my Number One."

"Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight. My Hero."

When he opens his eyes yours are so full of emotion. Your expression so full of love. You surprise him when you speak up once more. "You'd really become a quitter jus' so I can go date some Extra?" You don't get to hold your cheeky smile for long before he replies with a quick "Fuck no!" before smashing his lips into yours.

The next few minutes is a heated makeout session between you. Hands mapping over each other's bodies. Tongue's performing a sensual dance in sync with each other. You giggle at the little whine that leaves him when you finally pull away for air. His face is flushed with his lips puffy and red, lightly coated in your combined spit. He had no right being that hot. No right.

You glance around at your surroundings. It's void of people with the valet attendants out front waiting for anyone to come or go. It was basically playing the waiting game since no one from the party was doing either for the time being. Seeing there were no people your eyes scanned the lot for a moment before spotting Bakugo's black SUV. "Come on.", you instruct as you grab his wrist and pull him off the wall and drag him along.

Bakugo uses his free hand to adjust his crotch and half hard cock in his pants. "Where ya takin' me, Shitty Woman?" You only give a "You'll see!" as a response. His smile spreads wide when he realizes you were headed towards the spot they parked him in. As you walk up to it you tap on the back window and he smirks when you command him to "Get in."

He chortles at your order as he opens up the door to the backseat. "Yes ma'am." The valet always left the vehicles unlocked in the event someone needed to go out to their car for any reasons. Why would they think they had to lock up any of them in a lot full of vehicles belonging to actual Heroes and law enforcement anyway?

Bakugo slides into the middle of the backseat. His long legs are spread suggestively; he rests his arms over the top of the seats, his hands reaching each of the headrests. He still holds his smirk, but his eyes are glued on you as you climb in to join him. You're pulling the door shut behind you when he asks, "So, what ya got in mind, huh?" You turn to him with a sly smile as you reach to start undoing his belt.

"I'm gonna show you how much I love you." He lifts his hips up a bit as you lower his pants and boxer briefs down towards his knees. His cock is nearly fully erect and so juicy looking you can hardly wait to get started. He sucks air in through gritted teeth when you finally take his member in your hand and give it an initial stroke.

He's hard as a rock after you run your fist gingerly up and down twice. His caramel scent wafts over you, engulfing your presence. When you lean down and take him in your mouth he throws his head back with a loud groan. "God, you're the fuckin' greatest."

Bakugo rests his hand on your head as you bob up and down over his length. As you deep throat him he bucks up into you, fucking your throat. "Love seein' my cock stuff that mouth of yours." Your eyes look up to lock onto his and seeing him so aroused had your panties soaking. With an adequate amount of spit coating him thanks to your deep throating you took the opportunity to slide your underwear down your legs.

You pull off of him with a 'pop', but he doesn't remove his hand from your head. Instead he gently grips your hair and guides you up to another heated kiss. You take charge as you straddle him. You take him in your hand and run his tip through your folds, gathering your slick and mixing it together with his pre. "Gonna show you what you do to me.", you comment as you pull away for air. Your pussy throbs when you see his eyes roll back at your words and feeling you bare and soaked over him.

With your cunt efficiently wet you begin to sink down and impale yourself on him. Inch by inch. He's got thickness with his length and the stretch is always both intense and divine. You feel his tight grip on your hips once again and let out a moan until he's balls deep inside you. "So fuckin' tight. Every time.", he grunts as he smooths his hands up your back from under your bunched up dress.

You don't move for a moment and he doesn't complain just yet. He's enjoying just being inside your gummy walls snug around him. Having you in his arms, pressed up against his chest, Bakugo watches you. His eyes scanning over your beautiful face. Your eyes are closed and your lips parted as you give yourself a moment to adjust to his size.

It doesn't take long. Your insides are guaranteed to be the shape of his cock by now, having taken him so many times for so many years now. You open your eyes to meet his and start to grind against his pelvis. It's slow and intense with your clit being stimulated as you go. "Shit." He's loving how you're taking him, but he knows you'll both want more soon. "Love you so much, 'Suki.", you whisper into his ear. Feeling your breaths on the side of his neck sends shivers down his spine and he physically shudders when you take his earlobe between your teeth.

His hold is bruising around you. As if he has to keep you in such a tight grasp or he'll lose you. He seizes each of your plump ass cheeks, one in each of his large hands, that he uses to guide you as you ride him. You feel even more motivated when you hear him gasp as you begin to lift yourself up and down on him. "You fill me up so much. S'good...so, so good."

You take one hand and run your fingers through his mane until you grip the hairs at the back of his head. Your free hand remains on his shoulder as you rest your forehead against his. His brows are furrowed in concentration as to not spill inside you just yet. "You're so sexy, y'know that?" He slams you down hard at a particular angle and you're seeing stars. "No one could ever compare t' you, Katsuki. You're mine and 'm y-yours. Oh-"

Bakugo suddenly bucks up into you, setting a rapid pace and sending you reeling. You always took him so well. Could always handle him whether it was rough or not. "You drive me fuckin' wild." He barely gets the sentence out amongst the grunts and groans leaving him. "Always takin' me like a champ." Now it's you throwing your head back with tears pooling at the corner of your eyes and letting out one of your loudest moans yet.

He feels you begin to tighten around him and it leaves his head blank. All he knows is he's bringing you close to the edge already. "Squeezin' me so good." Bakugo pulls away a bit to look down where you two are connected. Watches his dick quickly appear and disappear inside of you as he's fucking you. Sees your glistening folds taking him in. "Shit. Katsuki, 'm gonna cum."

His gaze shoots back up to your face and he sees your lidded eyes staring back at him. Your face is filled with a look that displays the ecstacy you're in. "G'head. Be my good girl 'n cum all over my cock." You did exactly as you were told. There was no way you couldn't hearing his words and feeling his thumb roll over your clit as he spoke.

He loved hearing your screams of pleasure, especially when you're announcing that your cumming. Not that he needed the warning. "Clampin' down on me so hard. Holy fuck- hnng!" You feel his cock twitch inside you before he's filling you with his seed. He looked down as he slowed his speed more and more, watching his exposed length turn white with your cum.

"That's my girl." You can hear the vulnerability in his voice, even with him slighty out of breath. He was saying a lot with those three words. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him tight. He hugs you back as he softens inside your filled cavern. The two of you enjoy the moment being together in the backseat.

You let out a contented sigh as you lift off of him and swing your leg over to sit next to him. He's pulling up his pants and readjusting his belt as your pulling your own panties back up your legs. "You got any tissues?", you ask as you run fingers under your waterline to fix your eyeliner.

You lean to reach for the center console when his eyes widen and he grabs your wrist. "Hang on. I got ya." That's all he says as he pushes his body through the front seats and pulls open the glove box to grab a small pack of tissues he keeps "just in case". (They're really for you in times like this or when you really need them.)

His actions surprised you at first, but you chalk it up to him being chivalrous for you as usual. You dab around underneath each eye as you use the tinted window to see your faint reflection before turning to face him. "How d' I look?", you ask with a hopeful expression. Your makeup was fine, but you'd still look exquisite to him even if it were a mess. "Ya look fuckin' beautiful, Babygirl."

Your smile is beaming in response. You close the space between you and peck his lips. When you go to pull away he doesn't quite allow it as he gently caresses the back of your head. Bakugo kisses you deeper and leaves two small pecks of his own before letting you go. "Let's get back t' the party.", you say as you turn to open the door now that you're both presentable. Bakugo internally relaxes in relief that you didn't go into the center console.

That you didn't find the small velvet box with a certain diamond ring inside.

You tug on the handle and push the door open, but when it does you're startled to see something unexpected. Hearing your shriek Katsuki flies into protective mode and goes to put himself in front of you until he sees a familiar head of bi-colored hair come into his view. "Shouto, ya scared me!", you exclaim as you rest your hand on your chest over your excited heart.

Your friend's face holds no obvious expression, as usual. "I apologize. I came to see if Bakugo found the air he needed." You can't help but giggle at him and the annoyed noise Katsuki lets out in reply behind you.

"Damn it, Icyhot."

[winter-soldier-vibes]

Main Masterlist

I write mainly for Bucky Barnes and other Sebastian Stan characters, Steve Rogers, and MCU characters in general. I am planning on branching out and writing for more characters. 

Let me know if any links for whatever reason do not work please!

Requests are CLOSED (for now), and my taglist is FULL. 

Drabbles now have their own section in this masterlist

(Updated 12/31/2022)

Bucky Barnes (Comfort)

Newest fic: This Heart of mine - Bucky comforts a reader with P.O.T.S.

Depression/Anxiety

Come Back Home

Where’s my White flag?

Take the Pain away - also includes drug addiction

It Shouldn’t Happen to Me 

Never free of myself - also includes self harm

I can’t be alone right now - also includes self harm

Let me In

Happy Pills

You’re my priority

All I ever do is run

I swear, I’m fine

Burnout 

I wasn’t there - also includes self harm

It’s called empathy - comfort for being highly sensitive

You’re nothing like her - comfort for panic attack/parent issues

You owe them nothing - comfort for parent issues/gaslighting

There was nothing you could have done - comfort for flashbacks after a mission goes sideways

Overnight - comfort for depression and suicidal thoughts

Eating disorder

I Don’t Hate You Like I Hate Myself

What’s going on with you?

Why do you bother with me? 

Running on Empty

You Aren’t Somebody? 

Maybe One Day

Other

This Heart of mine - Bucky comforts a reader with P.O.T.S. 

Empty Words - you go through a break up and Bucky comforts you

If I were someone else - reader and Bucky have feelings for each other, both too insecure to say anything

Just give me more time - reader has a near death experience and shuts Bucky out

I am my worst enemy - No reader, Bucky’s internal thoughts between TWS and CACW

I’m Dangerous - Reader comforts Bucky after a nightmare

We Need You - Bucky comforts a reader with imposter syndrome

You won’t like what you see - comfort for insecurity about stretch marks

One a Day - Bucky noticed you stopped taking your meds

Without You - reader takes risks on missions to protect others, but Bucky isn’t happy about it. One day you get really hurt and Bucky has to process it , and he’s not doing well. 

Bucky Barnes (Fluff)

You’re not going to work - Bucky wants cuddles

PMS for Please Make it Stop - Bucky comforts a reader through her period 

His whole world in his hands - Bucky holding his child for the first time.

Tickled Pink - Bucky tickles your smile out of you

Baking (fails) with Bucky - Bucky tries (and fails miserably) to bake

40′s Bucky

Are you looking down upon me? - You’re Bucky’s girlfriend in the 40′s and are devastated by his death. Until the winter soldier comes for you

How do I do this without you? - You’re Bucky’s sister trying to cope with the loss of your brother

Coney Island - your last date with Bucky before he ships out with the 107th

Bucky Drabbles

Bucky comforting you through a bad night

Watching the sunset with Bucky

Dancing in the Kitchen with Bucky

Bucky comforting insecurities

You comforting Bucky

Morning cuddles with Bucky

40s Bucky encouraging you to open up

New Year’s resolutions with Bucky

Steve Rogers

You saved me - reader gets snapped away by Thanos and is reunited with Steve in 2023

I didn’t have the right words to say - comfort for depression/self harm

Am I wrong? - comfort for depression/trust issues

Just let me go - comfort for suicidal thoughts

Sebastian Stan

You just have to keep trying - includes eating disorder

But words can never hurt me - in which reader is an actress and hate messages get to her. Includes self harm

Don’t let me forget - you break up with Sebastian and then regret it

I wanna dance with somebody - in which you get Sebastian to try a new type of workout 

One Step at a Time - includes eating disorder

Lance Tucker

I got your back - includes eating disorder

I was never good enough for you - includes self harm

Everything I wanted to be - daughter reader comfort for nightmare

Stucky

Emma - Based off a Friends episode

What do you meme? - in which Steve, Bucky, and Sam get pulled over for being distracted looking at memes, and they have one phone call

Avengers

She’d rather be beautiful than alive - comfort for eating disorder

Series

Reason to come back - (Now for Bucky) Bucky breaks up with you, but comes back when he realizes he made a huge mistake.

Part Two

[mercy-burning]

Affection

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Spencer and Y/N decidedly hate each other. But when a near-death experience puts one of them in a coma, their mutual hatred might have to take a backseat— Or will it? Category: Angst / Happy Ending! + Humor and a lil bit of Fluff Content: Strong language, Reader is in a coma, mentions of injury, kissing Word Count: 2.6k

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NOTE: This one’s for Pom’s ( @imagining-in-the-margins ) September Writing Challenge, Enemies To Lovers! I have another one coming up as well, but this idea wouldn’t get out of my head ever since I watched The Abyss with my dad and I had to get it out 😅 I hope you like it!!

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I swear to fucking God, if this motherfucker really thinks he—

That was the last thing Y/N thought before she was knocked out cold.

With her line of work, it was natural to assume that she was thinking about the unsub, but unfortunately the criminal she and her team were tracking down was the farthest thing on her mind. Spencer would have chastised her for it— letting something else cloud her thoughts while she was in a dark alley, alone, and with a serial killer on the loose.

"You should be smarter than that!" she could hear him say in that high pitch he always carried when he was upset— especially with her. "If you don't get yourself killed one of these days, then it'll be the rest of us!"

Thinking about it made her blood boil.

"It's your fault," she wanted to tell him. "I had to blow off some steam because you were pissing me off!"

The only thing was... She couldn't tell him.

Well... She could.

He just couldn't hear her, because no one could.

It was like some stupid, cliché movie, where you found yourself standing over your dying body and having to choose whether to live or not. It seemed like the obvious choice, to fucking live, but... Y/N found herself wandering around her hospital room, yelling into the void and attempting to jump back into her own body.

Nothing was working.

And when Spencer showed up, his face red and his hair and clothes all messed up, she wanted to scream at him.

"Hey!"

Nothing. He was practically lifeless as he drifted to the chair next to her bed and sat down. It was nearly impossible to read from his expression and body language how he was feeling, and that alone was enough to make her angry again. (Not that the anger had really gone away since waking up next to her comatose body, of course.)

"Hey! Dumbass!"

Still nothing.

As Spencer just blankly stared down at Y/N's bed, she decided she'd had enough.

"SPENCER FUCKING REID, IF YOU DON'T HELP ME RIGHT NOW I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL HAUNT YOUR ASS UNTIL THE END OF ETERNITY, AND I'M GONNA LAY FAT, STINKIN' GHOST SHITS IN YOUR SHOES, DO YOU HEAR ME? AND—"

"I hate you."

It was a bold enough statement to stop Y/N in her tracks, no matter how quietly he'd mumbled it. She knew for sure that he didn't like her, after years of constant bickering and dirty glares and whatever else, but... The word 'hate' was like a knife that sliced through her joking rage and stopped the whole world around her.

If she wasn't already out of her own body, she just knew she would have felt her soul leave.

Spencer didn't hate anyone. Not that she was aware of, anyway. He found nearly everyone delightful, and vice versa... But for some reason, he hated Y/N.

She scoffed, crossing her arms. "Yeah, well... Feeling's mutual, I guess..."

"You're stupid, and reckless, and you don't think. And you're a goddamn nightmare to work with... You know what— You're a stone-cold bitch."

His words made her physically step backwards, and it felt like if she were a cartoon, there might have been steam coming out of her ears.

"Yeah, well jokes on you, you make it easy," she seethed. "Fuck you!"

"How... How dare you..." he continued, anger reddening his face.

Y/N watched as he balled his fists and leaned in a little closer to her body, his voice tight and strained. "How dare you walk into my life and boss me around and make it impossible to breathe... From the moment I met you, you've brought out this... this fire in me that I can't put out no matter how hard I try, and it's insufferable—You're insufferable, and I hate you, how dare—"

Whatever he was going to say next was cut off by a shortness of breath. Spencer breathed in, loud and choked, and the next breath he let out was nothing short of a sob. His eyes squeezed shut, tears rolling down them and his hands clutched the bedsheets with a vigor and rage that Y/N had never seen from him, even in all the years she'd spent visibly getting on his last nerves.

"N—No," she choked out, feeling her throat tighten. "Don't... Don't turn into a sappy mess on me now, do you hear me, Reid? You hate me, don't... Don't..."

"I don't hate you," he whispered, wiping his eyes and reaching out to grab her lifeless hand. "I hate that you make me feel this way, but... I could never hate you..."

She wanted nothing more than to be able to squeeze his hand back, to tell him, not even necessarily with words but with a simple gesture, that she was right there and wasn't going to go anywhere.

She just... had to figure out how to make that true.

Still, Spencer kept going, a small laugh bubbling up through tears and phlegm. "But I will hate you if you die, because I just know you're gonna come back and haunt me for eternity... Probably... shit in my shoes or something."

Y/N barked a laugh that was true and pure... Happy, even.

The genius may have acted like he hated her, but it turns out he knew her pretty well, perhaps even fondly in one way or another.

To think— All those years she spent seeing him sneer at her, feeling his glare burn into her soul, the amount of times she caught him making faces or inappropriate gestures behind her back, all of it... And the whole time, he was probably doing it with a little flicker of fondness deep within the confines of his heart, which he swore to fill with nothing but hatred for her.

The thought made the little flicker in her own heart burn brighter.

As she wandered closer to her bed, beside Spencer and in front of her own body, she reached her hand out to see if she could touch his face, to give him something...

Even though she had no luck, something shifted when he spoke.

"Just... Come back to me, please? I know I'm not good at apologizing, but if it means I get you back... I swear that I will make up every horrible thing I've ever done or said to you. Just... Please don't leave me."

He laid his head down in his hands and tried not to cry again, every said horrible thing replaying on a loop in his brain like some kind of taunt. He wished more than anything for a chance to make it up to Y/N, and now he might not ever be able to.

"You think I'd leave this mortal earth without getting the chance to kick your ass?"

Everything was so fuzzy and light and brimming with these high emotions that Y/N almost didn't realize she was saying these words and Spencer was hearing them. She almost didn't feel the warmth of her bloodstream beneath layers of skin, the beat of her heart slowly coming back to life at the sounds and smells of the hospital room.

She almost didn't realize that Spencer was grabbing her now, his warm hands covering her cold ones and bringing them back to life as well.

"Screw you," he breathed with absolutely no malice to be detected in his voice.

They shared a smile so bright, no one would have been able to guess that they never got along.

TWO WEEKS LATER

Not only was she stuck at home doing nothing while on suspension (Yes, it turns out that storming off into an alley and not paying attention while on the job, just because a co-worker pissed you off, can get you suspended by Chief Strauss), but Y/N was also being visited by a daily rotation of her co-workers and friends and family, and her house was nearly covered in flower bouquets and baked goods.

It was a nightmare.

The sentiment was nice, sure, but if she had to move one more vase, she was going to start throwing them.

God, maybe Spencer was right, I am a stone-cold bitch...

Thinking of him also put a little damper on her mood.

He hadn't been to visit her once... And she figured that after their nice little moment at the hospital, he'd at least stop by with flowers or an "I'm glad you're not dead!" call, but there was nothing on his end. Not even a text message or a letter.

But for all she knew, their small moment of kindness could have been a figment of her concussed imagination.

Please, she thought, if I brought it up to him he'd probably just laugh in my face.

Rather than a laugh, Y/N heard the bright sound of her doorbell, which normally would have meant a fun unexpected visit or a date she was getting ready for, but by now it only meant another vase of flowers or a pie from a neighbor she still didn't remember the last name to.

Either way, she answered the door with as polite a smile as she could muster, and instead of finding a vaguely familiar neighbor or acquaintance, she found Spencer.

Though, to be fair, he was holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Well, this is a surprise," Y/N drawled, crossing her arms. "I don't even think you've ever been to my house."

She was surprised to see him nervous around her, rather than irritated. And she would have found it endearing had they not been practically mortal enemies from the moment they met... She was suspicious.

"O—Oh, yeah... I know, I just thought... I wanted to come see how you were doing... These are for you."

He held out the flowers, which were truthfully the pretties set she'd received, and it irked her. Because of course he of all people would be the one to tell which kinds of flowers she'd prefer.

"Thanks," she said, taking them from him and allowing him the space to come inside. "Watch out, it's a maze in here..."

While she looked for somewhere to put the flowers on display, she could feel Spencer looking around her space, probably profiling what he could behind a sea of flowers.

"Hm."

Y/N sighed. "What?"

"Nothing. I'm just... I'm surprised this many people actually like you."

Despite the nature of his observation, she found it comforting. That level of playful contempt was what she was used to, and it brought a sparkle to her eye as she turned to face him. "Ha... I'm not a complete bitch, you know."

"Sure."

Between the growing grin on his face and the smirk forming on her own, Spencer and Y/N found themselves falling back into a familiar rhythm. And yet, something about it was still... different.

So much so that Y/N felt honest-to-God butterflies in her stomach when he approached, hands retreating from his pockets and head tilting off to the side. His expression held that look he got when he was trying to figure someone out, usually an unsub. She hated to admit it to herself, but a little part of her always found that side of him extremely attractive.

And now that it was right in front of her?

She didn't know what to make of it.

"What?" she snapped, looking for an excuse to hide any and all attraction she was feeling.

Spencer stepped back a little, breaking away from whatever trance he'd just been in. "God, why do you always have to do that?"

"Do what?"

"You push away every single show of affection! Any time I'm trying to be nice, you just act like it's some big inconvenience to you!"

Y/N laughed. "Ha! That's what that was? Just now? When you insulted me, and then started stalking towards me with that look you get when you're interrogating an unsub? That's what you call affection?"

"That's not... That's not what that was!"

"Oh really? Then what was it?"

"It was part of the routine! Banter! Y—You know, that's our thing! We insult each other, and we act like we hate each other but we... We don't, really..."

The longer he went on, the faster her heart raced. This was the moment in the movie where he inevitably blurted out that he loved her, and in turn she would either kiss him or slap him, or slap him and then kiss him...

But Y/N was still feeling rather playful despite the swarm of butterflies in her stomach begging for some relief.

"Oh?" she prompted, taking a slow step closer to him. "We don't?"

Spencer seemed to get red immediately, and he avoided her eyes. "U—Uh... Well I... I thought... Maybe I read it all wrong, a—and I'm sorry if I did..."

She'd been getting closer meanwhile, and now they were practically toe-to-toe. He did his best to ignore her, taking a few steps back until she cornered him against the front door. And with the way he wasn't doing anything to get out of his predicament, she took that as his acceptance and took another leap.

"What..." she cooed, crawling her fingers up the front of his chest like a spider. "You like me? Hmm?"

When he finally looked down at her, she allowed herself to smile, albeit slowly and with calculation.

In a flash Spencer went from nervous to fed-up, weight seeming to visibly lift from his chest as he sank against the door. "You're messing with me..."

"It's so fun."

"You know what, screw you."

"Is that a promise?"

"Maybe it is. What are you gonna do ab—"

She didn't let him finish.

In an instant, Y/N lunged forward and pulled him down for a kiss.

Even though she thought he might have tried to take control of the situation, he ended up surprising her with a wanton moan as his hands clutched at her sides, holding on for dear life. Their bodies and tongues collided in a mess of years worth of pent-up tension, chaotic and wild and fiercely beautiful in a way that put even the greatest first kisses to shame.

And of course, Spencer had to go and ruin it.

He pushed her away and looked almost panicked. "W—Wait, are you even cleared to do this?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, reaching out for him again. "I'm fine."

"Y/N, you were in the hospital! I thought... I thought you were..."

She appreciated the sentiment, but with her entire body on fire from his touch, she decided she needed more of it. "Yeah, but I'm not... I'm very much alive, and you know what?"

He blinked back at her, watching carefully as she leaned in close to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"It's because of you. You make me feel... more alive than I've ever been."

"And... You're not messing with me this time?"

With a laugh,  Y/N shook her head and leaned up to brush her nose with his. "Nuh-uh... But if you'd like to, I'd love to mess with you in a more fun way. And maybe I'll even let you do it back..."

Spencer hummed, feeling himself gravitate towards her more with every passing second. "Deal."

He barely got the word out all the way before she was dragging him through the maze of flora and contained food and into her bedroom, where piece by piece, their hatred and fondness for one another combined to create the most exquisite of nights.

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Fanfiction Masterlist

I’ve decided to compile a list of all the fanfics I’ve posted on here. This list will be updated as soon as new fanfics are posted.

Nathan Chen X Reader

Watch You Skate -  As Nathan is skating through the ice in Sun Valley, he can’t help but admire you from the crowd.

Skating With You -  Y/N learns how to ice skate with Nathan Chen for the first time.

On Sunday Morning -  Nathan wakes up to find a Sunday morning routine that Y/N does.

Under the Weather -  When Y/N is sick, Nathan steps in to take care of her/him/them.

Hope You’re OK -  Nathan comforts you when he finds you crying.

Pretty in Pink -  You and Nathan go on your first date… in pink.

Just Keep Breathin -  Nathan does his best to calm you down from a panic attack.

Imagine Nathan noticing you singing

Nightmare -  Nathan comforts you after you wake up from a nightmare that he and Mariah Bell are together.

Songwriting -  You and Nathan write a song together.

Under the Mistletoe -  You and Nathan spend your first Christmas since getting together.

Santa Tell Me -  All you ever want for Christmas is someone to love you all year long... and you know just the right person for it.

Blue Christmas -  Despite Christmas being the happiest time of the year, you and Nathan spend the day missing each other.

Cheer Up! -  Nathan figures out how to cheer you up when you’re depressed from an exhausting day.

Lucky in Lingerie -  Y/N gives Nathan a very sexy surprise 😉

Smut Alphabet (April Fool’s)

It’s Showtime -  Nathan hosts SNL while you're the musical guest for the first time.

Sally’s Song -  Considering Nathan’s future after skating, Y/N is left with uncertainty.

We’re Simply Meant To Be -  Before Nathan goes back to college, he decides to give Y/N a surprise.

Michael In The Bathroom -  When Y/N discovers that Nathan is acting flirty towards Mariah, they go to the bathroom whilst suffering from a panic attack.

Pulled (In A New Direction) -  You've been a goth all your life. One day, however, a certain Olympic figure skater changes your life forever.

The Tennessee Tango -  During the 7th Annual Scott Hamilton and Friends, Nathan and Y/N get buzzed and things get out of hand.

Coming Clean -  When Nathan finds out about the fanfictions you've written about him, you have no choice but to come clean to him.

Nathan Chen X OC

Toyota Sports Festival -  Elizabeth Simmons has dreams of meeting Nathan Chen in person... One day, her dream finally comes true.

R.E.M. -  After the Toyota Sports Festival, Elizabeth has a dream.

Stan Laurel (Laurel and Hardy) X Reader

For the First Time -  Y/N meets Stan for the first time, and sparks begin to fly.

In Lugh -  When Stan begins notice your romantic feelings, he explains these feelings to you.

The Morning After -  An irritable Ollie causes you and Stan to remember what happened last night.

Ticklish -  What was supposed to be a make-out session between you and Stan turns into an all-out tickle fight.

Wally Darling (Welcome Home) X Reader

Sweetener -  Wally comforts you when you have a bad day

I Won’t Say I’m In Love -  You try to convince yourself that falling in love with Wally is a bad idea. However, your neighbors think the opposite. 😉

I Won’t Say I’m In Love (Part 2) -  After the events from last night, you tell Wally about how you feel.

Imagine Wally comforting you after a breakup

Pee-wee Herman X Reader

If I Let You Go -  When Pee-wee confesses his feelings for you, you struggle to reciprocate them.

Enchanted (Taylor’s Version) -  At the night of a party in Puppetland, you tell Pee-wee how you feel.

Bailando -  During tonight’s ball, your friendship with Pee-wee becomes more than that after an encounter with his enemy.

Sing Me To Sleep -  When you’re struggling to fall asleep, Pee-wee steps in to help.

Crossover Fanfics

Pee-wee Meets Hoops and Yoyo -  Hoops and Yoyo spend a day at Pee-wee’s playhouse.

[versadies]

Hey hey!! I've been following you for a while now and I love your work sm aaa

Saw the event, I love soulmate au's 😩‼ as a gemini, may I request a gemini prompt + kaeya? Up to you who the enemy is, I trust you ^ ^

-🦚 @pavo-ocell-me

someday, one day (hc scenario)

penpal: omg hi !! im glad u love my work, i hope this is to ur liking 🙌

prompt: gemini the twins, enemy-lover soulmate au

pairing/s: kaeya x gn!reader

sypnosis: when you thought he was your enemy but is actually your lover.

includes: spoilers on diluc and kaeya's backstory, spoilers on genshin's official webtoon, violence, physical pain, burns, arguing, enthusiastic!diluc (pls take note that its canon that he USED to be like all the other pyro characters b4 his father's death.),

when you first met diluc, it felt like he was your knight in shining armor.

the first time you two met was when you accidentally fell down from your balcony after leaning too much on the railing and diluc managed to catch you bridal-style whilst he was on patrol around the city as a knight.

it truly was romantic– and a near-death experience for you.

so when you found out that his name is imprinted on your wrist, you felt ecstatic, and so did he.

since then, you two were known as the youngest soulmates who had found each other in mondstadt, people admiring your relationship with envy and happiness.

of course, you and diluc were a happy couple. although you would be lying if you said diluc is overall your type, you managed to find yourself falling in love with the man.

when crepus, diluc's father, found out about diluc's once-in-a-lifetime moment, he simply laughs and pats you and his son by your backs with a proud smile.

"by the time my son turns 18, we better make arrangements of your wedding! it's a ragnvindr tradition, after all." he comments eagerly. you honestly weren't sure if the man was joking or not.

it didn't take long before you meet his dear brother, kaeya.

when you find out his brother's name is the same as the one that's imprinted on your other wrist, being surprised is far from your reaction.

"don't worry about it, y/n." diluc reassures you one night as the two of you stroll around the city together. "i'll make sure nothing will go wrong between you and my brother. besides, you always have me, right?"

if diluc hadn't tried what he said, perhaps things would've gone differently than now.

in fear of being enemies with your future brother-in-law, you decided to avoid kaeya like a plague, giving the young man apologetic looks whenever you walk away from his presence.

as much as you're avoiding the man, you couldn't imagine hating on kaeya. every night, you always think of what can make kaeya your enemy. what is there to hate him? he's funny, chivalrous, everything that screams your type of men.

wait.. type?

your heart drops from the moment you started thinking romantic things about diluc's brother, looking behind you to see your soulmate sleeping soundly with a frown plastered on your face.

is diluc really your lover?

doubts started to cross your mind. what if diluc isn't your soulmate? what is there to prove that kaeya is your enemy? are you just overthinking things?

"i can't think about this." you murmured to yourself, pulling up your comforter before laying back down on your bed and try to fall asleep.

"i have a wedding to worry about next year."

just as you said, you did try not to think about the possibilities you have with the two brothers, distracting yourself with tasks and dates with your lover, who's quite oblivious to your problems going on inside your head.

unnoticed by you, you weren't the only one who has been burdened with your thoughts.

by the time diluc's birthday has arrived, the two of you started to get excited from your future wedding, excited to finally marry each other after years of spending your adolescence together.

you didn't expect an inconvenience during diluc and crepus's trip.

you didn't expect crepus trying to save diluc from a monster using something that no one but snezhnaya has ever heard of.

you didn't expect crepus asking diluc to put him out of his misery.

you didn't expect diluc to come strolling back to your shared home with blood stained in his clothing at a late hour.

you never, ever, expected your lover to fight his own brother when he took a visit.

and you did not expect your lover to plan on leaving you and everyone.

"what do you mean you're... you're leaving?" you ask in disbelief, staring at diluc as though he has two heads. "can't i go with you–?"

"no, this journey will be too dangerous for you–"

"this applies to you as well! you're not an immortal or some god–"

"i can do this on my own, y/n." he says with his eyes narrowed. you couldn't help but scoff in disbelief. this isn't the diluc you know and loved.

"but diluc.. isn't this too much? your father... i know crepus's death is too much but, why can't you stay?" you whispered, cupping his cheeks. "what about our wedding? the life you and i planned after your bi–"

"my father died and you're seriously thinking about our wedding?!" diluc forces your hands away from his face, glaring at you. "why can't you understand that i'm trying to find out the truth on this delusion–"

"i do understand!" you yelled out. "i do understand that you want to do this for him but what about monstadt? the knights? what about your brother–"

"HE'S NOT MY BROTHER!" he yelled, lashing out at you as you screamed in surprise when you saw fire in front of you, immediately covering your face with your arms out of reflex.

you didn't notice how your lover's eyes widens on what he did,

you couldn't notice him, not when you're too focused on the huge burns on your arms.

"oh my god..." diluc murmurs, slowly taking a few steps back as he takes a look of what he did, ignoring the sudden presence of adelaide and elzer, who both gasped from the scene.

your eyes starts to water from the intense pain, trying not to cry out and scream your heart out in fear of making your lover feel regret. you could honestly care less on what diluc is doing, all you could think about was the intense burns from your arms.

suddenly, the door was slammed open by kaeya– who was wet from the rain outside.

"what the hell did you do to them?!" kaeya exclaims, running towards you with a shocked look on his face. "i'll take you to the cathedral alright? the sisters will heal you." he whispers, wiping off the tears from your face as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and takes you towards the doors.

before diluc could let out a word from his mouth, kaeya gives him a glare.

"you may hate me for what happened," kaeya says.

"but for celestia's sake, don't ever come to them or call them your lover ever again."

that was the last time you saw diluc.

you eventually find out from the chattering nuns that the man had already left monstadt with no news of when he'll return, causing everyone to pity you and for diluc about what happened.

you were thankful that no one except the nuns found out about the incident of your arms.

throughout your stay in the cathedral, you usually find kaeya beside you, keeping an eye on you with a concerned look on his face. you honestly couldn't imagine what would've happened if the man didn't storm inside dawn winery. would diluc actually try to help you later on and leave? would you have suffered more with your injuries as he stands by watching you in disbelief?

whatever outcome you could think of, your heart ached from them all.

would diluc stayed had he been the one who tries to take care of your injuries?

either way, you knew the man is no longer the one you fell in love with from those years ago.

as years grew by, so did your friendship with kaeya.

although it was awkward from the start, you eventually warmed up to the man who you thought is your enemy, feeling more comfortable with him than before.

the two of you started having careers by then, with you having a successful career whilst kaeya becomes the calvary captain of the knights of favonius.

although the two of you are busy, you agreed to always meet each other at night in angel's share, where you drink the night away and talk about anything that comes out of your minds.

there wasn't a day when you thought about diluc.

thankfully, your burns weren't too severe and is slowly fading away throughout the years. but that doesn't mean the memories you had from it disappeared as well.

ever since that dreadful night, you started having nightmares about the incident, always finding yourself sitting up from your bed with a scared look on your face.

you wished you didn't want to see diluc this way, but you honestly couldn't bare to face him if he ever comes back to the city.

you don't see him as a lover or a friend. all he is to you at this very moment is your nightmare.

your nightmares simply washes away when kaeya comes up in your mind.

whenever you think about your so-called destined enemy, you felt comforted and safe. it was understandable really! you were touched by how he took care of you regardless of you being his "enemy".

however... now that you could think about it, the calvary captain has a lot more common with you than diluc himself. the fact that his brother made you laugh a lot and supported you in many ways made you started thinking that maybe diluc really isn't your destined lover.

your heart skips a beat from the thought of kaeya being your true lover, the smile you wore never fading away.

perhaps when you're finally starting to move on from the relationship you had with diluc, maybe... just maybe, kaeya could be the one you've been hoping for.

you started to sleep more peacefully, excited for the future that awaits.

somewhere in the calvary captain's home, the man is dreaming and hoping of you too.

[danger-noodle-uwu]

This is a pretty graphic idea I had but I understand if you don’t want to do it or find it too triggering.

I want to request hc’s of the Brothers + Datables (but if you do the Brothers and Datables separately than just the Brothers please) reacting to MC being summoned but MC’s covered in blood and holding a weapon like a bat or knife, because they massacred their abusive family and they don’t feel bad about it at all. Mc’s pretty emotionally hollow and they don’t show much reaction or fear to dangerous situations either since the Bros do start off threatening and rude but they relate to Mammon since he’s emotionally abused by his Bros and physically punished by Lucifer.

This is only if you feel comfy doing it and I apologize if I broke the rules and making you find it very triggering and disturbing

Trigger warning!

Mentions of blood/murder/abuse

Do not proceed if sensitive

Lucifer

At the summoning part, Lucifer would be merely worried about what type of student has diavolo choosen, pitying his taste. Though he was but a demon, weary and skittish around you.

The Avatar of pride scared of mere human?

(Though he kinda was)

Blood being spilled on the floor was common in devildom yet he was unfazed.

But now, things are different and he can't help to worry about how this weak creature will influence on his brothers.

the fallen-morningstar tried to keep you away from the entire of his brothers including himself.

He also made sure that never was anything that could be used as a potential weapon surround you.

Often the man would receive rather harsh words from you and get somewhat hurt. Yet , not a single cry reach your ears.

(Que enemies to lovers dynamic)

When the pair started dating, the raven-haired demon had already known the past and what it once held for mc...

Oh how much he wishes, he helped you instead of interrogating every movement, to regain the 'you' that your parents killed. So, he will find a solution. To find those rascals in the realm of spirits or demons and put them once again at your mercy.

Prepare yourself Mc. For a whole month of pampering and love as he will never dare repeat the mistake he made.

Mammon

As the story is, Mammon didn't encounter you first but only heard melody of your voice.

The first meet was unforgettable, he was petrified to see the blood dripping off your slender bruised figure.

One thought that he was scared however, No he was anything but scared. He had thought you were the one hurt like--you know h-how Lucifer hurts him.

He rushed towards you but was stopped by the eldest saying " They aren't hurt." And this was the first person tried who befriend you.

When your words were sweetly aimed at him and just HIM. He'd feel his heart beat racing like crazy which made him believe he thought you found him special.

He was never honest with anyone, until you showed up. His biggest fear was snapping because of the mean comments his brothers pass and you had probably done something similar.

He wanted to know. Though dense he may seem, he hoped you'd tell him.

Was it scary? Do you feared this before? Is it still scary? Do you feel emotions after this?

Yet he never asked...

When the greedy Boi and mc started dating, they told everything about their condition. Of how they snapped.

He was the most understanding of his brothers and promised to never let another one harm you. Not even you.

He loved even more since that day. Not to mention 1323433454455686 'I love you's per day.

Leviathan

Blabbering lord knows what, Leviathan had stepped out of his room even if that was to scold mammon and get his money back.

He obviously knew about the exchange program but what he didn't know was that bloody murderer would be part of it!!!

He wasn't moving when he saw the numb expression you wore and the bloody knife you had held.

Inside, he was scared shitless but he didn't know how to show it.

A mere-human had terrified The great admiral of hell's navy. What shame he was.

"Oi cut it out!" Yelled the scummy yet kind demon protectively moving between the two.

In the beginning, he felt unsafe only by your gaze and refusing to make eye contact.

And then, a good day to exit to his room. The true reason being the pearly raindrops that had littered the gardens of HOL.

He saw you... soaking wet smiling and hurting... shining brightly though it felt dim.

That day. That dammed day. He found out who truly were. A beautiful person who was just hurting and breaking.

Since then, he has been a mix of a nagging mother but also shy as if a touch-me-not.

Dating him was heavenly, he wasn't shy with touch yet words were a whole another thing to him.

He always left 'Love you's in the chats and reminders on your phone that were just a bunch of 'eat healthy' 'stay safe', etc.

And this was certain that his love will never end.

Satan

Snatching the bat from your hands, the blonde-man threatened to kill you with your own weapon if you dared to move.

And that's exactly what you wanted... to die... to end the suffering...

And he saw it.

Saw how horribly you were hurting, he knew what it felt however, he couldn't lose his composure not in front of his brothers.

Wrath is a storm which is followed by pain. He knew this. Same in your case except pain knocked the doors first.

He knew it was too early for asking. So, he kept his mouth shut. Not wishing to hurt you any further though he didn't know why he felt this way.

When you finally finished your 2nd month in your new home, things had changed as the Avatar of wrath often talked to you not about how bloody you arrived or you had killed but are you okay now?

His words were soft. So sweet.

Each time he would offer you his shoulder to cry on, you would feel your heart slowly warm up. Slightly more each-time.

Soon enough you started dating the green-eyed pact demon of yours, recalling the long lost feeling of warmth and love.

The knowledgeable one loved to show physical affection especially in front of his brothers.

Oh~ the smell of their burning envy, when he kissed the nape of your neck and complimented you.

Post-its were his favorite though.

He would often write 'Love you, kitten' 'take break,love' 'you look amazing today',etc.

Asmodues

He yelped when he saw a bloodied figure emerge from the purple haze. Are they okay?

He was concerned only till a knife was spotted next your seemingly heartless figure. Now, he was somewhat hiding behind satan in disgusted yet anxious way.

You gaze deeply disturbed him to an extent he even had nightmares of you ripping him open with same knife and had that soul-less expression.

He much like Leviathan refused to see you after the encounter but what was different, was the course of events...

He saw you arguing with Lucifer, for you refused let him hurt Mammon who curled behind you.

Asmo felt pity for you as he knew the outcome of an argument with the eldest.

"Lucifer don't hurt him, please. He already has enough bruises" Asmo says giving his sweet brother Luci the puppy eyes, hoping they would work. (Yeah they didn't)

But nonetheless Luci~ still backed out and left the hallway.

You rush for the poor injured demon, he is crying while thanking you for the save.

And there for one moment, The lustful blond saw emotion in those glassy eyes of yours. It was beautiful and aching at the same time.

Making him greedy for more...

Later the very same day, he approached you finally asking the questions his head was haunted by.

What was weird? He didn't blame you for breaking instead he complimented you for being a survivor of such harsh tortures.

Accepting his confession was the best thing you ever did.

He is open with affection especially when you both are in public to show he is yours. You are his. You belong together.

for his hunger to see those pretty eyes shine with joy is endless, he makes Mc smile with happiness and love

Beelzebub

Famished as always was the sixth born. Especially after smelling human blood.

Little did he know the blood of the now dead parents of mc, the exchange student.

He wasn't even fazed unlike his brothers. He couldn't care any less than he did nor about the blood neither about the weapon clutched in your hands.

Even if you passed insults, he wouldn't mind. Sometimes, he asks why you dislike him? And is fine even if the answer is illogical. (Don't fuckin hate him)

Numb eyes. Tears flowing freely. Cuts. Bruises. Hurting. Dying inside.

The glutton wipes the sweat off his forehead remembering the condition of yours in that horrendous nightmare.

You looked awfully similar to belphi when- when s-she died. He blamed himself and hurt himself for being so useless. Just like you do.

And then realization hits--

YOU ARE HURTING!!

He now knew why your rude words didn't hurt him because you were like belphegor trying to protect your fragile heart.

Why you look numb? because you're trying to hide the pain. Push people away so you don't get hurt when they go away.

The following day, you were gently woken by the huge teddy bear. He held a hand out for you before taking you to his room for the special breakfast.

You teared upon the sight instantly realizing that he recognized your suffering. He apologized for not noticing earlier and from now, he will be there for you.

Never in the three realms did he think he'd fall for you? Maybe he had all along just didn't notice....

Once you begin dating the orange-head, he was ecstasic and cheerful all the time. Encouraging words followed you everywhere.

He would often eat the entire fridge out. So as apology, a cupcake with sorry written on it was placed on the kitchen counter. Other days, when he won't go such extreme, carrot chips or a poison apple etc. Waited for you.

Beely is the opposite of possessive. Protective. He is Protective and supports you through the ups and downs in life. He was your true savior. A savior who never judged you for your past.

His Love is the sky, you learned to fly in.

Belphegor

He had heard the tale of how the human exchange student had shown up covered in blood with a bat in hand.

Never did he believe that it was true until seeing the monotone figure of them.

The way they spoke made them like Lucifer. Emotionless. Heartless. Ruthless. Monster.

He wanted to strangle them on spot but he was stuck within the confines of the attic.

The sloth couldn't help passing comment making mc slowly reveal the aching heart of their own-self.

Expression faultered and he saw it--No, no more like felt it. The way their tears were swallowed. The way their voice turned monotone once again to cover what had already been seen.

However, the seventh born didn't say a word, he just showed affection through body language as they couldn't touch each other yet.

After he was free from the prison of an attic, he ran to you. His star. The one that guided him out to freedom.

It felt weird dating the lazy demon. Afterall, he was doing nothing other than shoving compliments in your face and dozing off here and there.

Few months pass and things become smoother than how they were.

Now, he always compliments you but softly and sweetly. Always willing to listen to whatever you wanna rant about.

"You are my true love, Mc. The star that guides to where I belong when I'm lost."

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Welp! That was long as hell. Anyway, thank you for the request. It kinda feels like you and my sister share the same brain cell cuz she said the same thing but like- mc ate their organs and more messy. God I hope you like it...

Good day!

[deidearly]

Kakashi Relationship Headcanons

Guess who’s back with another relationship headcanon today? And as usual, I had a good time writing this one even got slightly carried away, hehe. Enjoy! XX. 

Well— Hatake Kakashi, huh? Dating him would be such a roller coaster ride, tbh. It’s like, one moment he’s so clingy, fragile, so afraid of losing you— but one moment he’s like, “Just do what you need to do. I don’t really care.” This is due to the fact that he’s got a lot of things in his mind and occasionally struggled to sort out his priorities. 

Anyway, of course you’ve complained about his ‘reading-smut-in-public’ issue, especially when you’re together. You two would come up with an agreement somehow. But to piss you off, he’d pretend like you’re the one who’s obsessed with reading smuts.

You’re browsing for some important books and he playfully yelled, “Y/N! Come here, it’s your favorite book— Icha Icha Tactics! My, I know you’ve had four books, but another one won’t hurt, right? Since you love it that much!” making everyone in the bookstore giggled.

He received “Y/N Signature Punch” that day.

To your surprise, he’s not very secretive about his relationship with you. In fact, you’ve caught him frequently use you as an excuse for him to escape some unwanted occasions.

Let’s say Gai was asking Kakashi to fight him like usual— and he wasn’t having it that day. “Gai, with all respect— I would gladly accept your challenge. But can’t you feel the springtime of romance youth is blooming? I must see Y/N immediately.”

Gai’s tearing up.

Don’t worry, he actually went to your place.

“Yo. Can we hang out? I just told Gai that I would come to your place. Please say ‘yes’ to make me less of a jerk, will you?”

Would totally show up in front of your place at an ungodly hour.

At first it surprised you but now you’re used to it.

You just finished your mission, it went pretty well but you felt there were some wasted chances due to your captain’s miscalculation. It’s nearly 2 AM but you caught yourself wide awake, reviewing back your battle– only to got distracted by a knock on your bedroom’s window. Instead of turning your head in surprise, you already knew who it was. To have a little fun for yourself, you ignored the sound, which was later followed by a second knock. Walking over to the window, you saw a silver-haired man with a mask. Although half of his face was covered, it’s obvious that a smile was apparent. “Yo.” he greeted, but you replied with a sigh. “You could actually knock on the door and I’d let you in through the door. It’s something normal people would do, Kakashi.” you grumbled, opening the window for him to get in. “Ah, spare me the lecture!”

So, reverse psychology works best for Kakashi. Like the Icha Icha Tactics– the more you ignore his behavior, he would actually try not to read his book in public like you told him to. But the more you complain, he’d read it in places where he shouldn’t be reading it at all. This method works in almost every cases.

You’ve been dating for weeks, but you haven’t seen his face.

Yes, when kissing, too.

You’ve had enough of kissing fabric. 

You had planned to make a dinner together at his place. He was preparing the dishes and you’re about to finish your cooking, when he suddenly asked, “Hey, Y/N. Have you ever wondered what would I look like under this mask?” You were dying to know actually. So, now you’re stuck with two options: (a) be honest about it, (b) pull out another reverse psychological answer— and you chose the latter. “Huh? Not really,” you shrugged, “I don’t really care so it’s not like I’m eager to see it.” and of course, this was a lie. Kakashi went silent for a while. “Anyway, dinner’s re—“ you swore you could’ve dropped the whole pan when you saw an unfamiliar presence. “Kakashi?” you asked hesitantly. The man looked up with a questioning look, “Why are you blushing?” he replied casually.

“ANYONE WITH A DECENT EYESIGHT WOULD BLUSH TOO, YOU STUPID.”

He’s honestly so heavenly to look at.

Sometimes it’s just too overwhelming to see his whole face, you thought.

It’s safe to say that it’s a privilege to be able to see his face. But due to his immense charm, you’d prefer to have him with a mask on.

“Y/N, I feel naked without my mask—“ , “And I honestly feel like I’m being forced to see an illicit nudity, too. Put your mask on, it’s fine honestly.”

He’s been very good at his job for almost his whole life, a fine shinobi. So, he’s rarely exposed to mundane things, moreover a relationship. Thus, making him quite restrained in expressing himself. Plus, he was labelled with some negative titles, saying how cold-blooded he was and he just decided to live with it. This, obviously, requires a lot of patience.

But he’s determined to change, the first step he took was letting you in— into his life.

It started rocky, though.

He’d say something like how he didn’t care much about you and sadly, he really didn’t.

But as the time went by he realized how your presence has been the one that helped him through it. How you’ve always been there to comfort him, by listening to him, giving him a lot of supports, or simply by reminding him that he’s not completely alone.

And when that moment came, he’s sworn to protect you with all his might.

He had a lot of nightmares, he still does, unfortunately. But when you’re around, your presence eases him up a little.

When you’re not around, however, he’d rather spend all night unhealthily tiring himself until he fall asleep.

His personal favorite would be curling up next to you with his hand around your waist while hiding his face near the crook of your neck as he’s giving you some soft neck kisses.

Again, NECK KISSES.

He had a hard time trying to open up himself fully to you and this applies to romantic gestures, I believe. He surely would take his time to explore you, what you like, and what he likes.

Would shower you with kisses, all over your face without missing a spot. He greatly admires every inches of yourself. 

Body worship, oof.

Lowkey (semi highkey) protective.

Lowkey (semi highkey) a show-off.

Would straight up jump to save you if it’s necessary.

And since he’s a show-off, he lowkey loves PDA— but the soft ones, of course. You two would always get spotted together. He would casually sling his arm around your shoulder or lazily has his hand wrapped around your waist.

Favorite time to spend with you is training together. No matter how many times you’ve told him to “fight with an intent to win” he simply refuses— saying how, he’s “far too powerful” for you.

But deep down he just doesn’t want to hurt you…

Chatting in the middle of a training

“Tsunade-sama hasn’t assigned me any missions lately *throws kunai*” , “Maybe if you threw your kunai accurately, she will. *dodge kunai*” , “Kakashi, shut your pretty mouth up. *throws MORE kunai aggressively*”

When you turned him down while he was showing off his new tricks, though, it weirdly turned him on.

He loves someone powerful, with a right amount of cocky.

Doesn’t talk big. He’s a man of action— his action speaks louder than words!

Doesn’t spoil you that much, though. Because it’s actually him who needs to be spoiled.

Really loves it when you trace your fingers all over his skin— it’s intimately soft, he claimed.

LOVES YOUR SCENT. Has it memorized probably.

He’d prefer someone independent. Someone who could actually take care of themselves instead of relying on him completely. 

Anyone too childish would remind him of Team 7, tbh.

Speaking of Team 7, they would probably be the one to get introduced to you.

Naruto was so shocked to find out that his sensei was capable to develop a romantic feeling towards someone. But he had his doubt— do you really know Kakashi? He started to bombard you with questions to test your knowledge.

“So, do you know what’s Kakashi Sensei’s favorite—“ , “I’ve seen his face. Multiple times.” , “YOU WHAT?”

Complained and sulked about it, “Kakashi Sensei, we’ve trained together for years. How could you?!”

Sakura was confused.

“How? I know he’s probably very handsome under that mask but come on, Y/N, reading smut in public? That’s an absolute no.”

On the contrary, Sasuke was thrilled, internally.

“Yeah. Finally. Old man has someone to annoy besides us. About time.”

He has a pretty bad behavior, too. Unlike Gaara, who’d put an emotionless facade when he’s only in the Kazekage mode, Kakashi would treat you just how he feels like doing it that day. 

Let’s be real, he has so many bottled up feelings inside his heart so it’s not a surprise that someday, somehow, a random painful emotion just hit him— hard, and he shut himself out.

The hospital is the place you immediately visit right after Kakashi’s arrival after a mission because you know he’d be there— reading his book with a few bruises here and there. But this time was a bit different. When he’s hospitalized, he would whine about you not being able to stay more than an hour— but right now you’re puzzled, since he’s been completely silent and avoiding you, answering your questions with a mere shrugs.

Tsunade told you that the mission went pretty well, thanks to Kakashi for eliminating all the enemies on the field, singlehandedly. You automatically knew that it must brought up his past traumas. “Kakashi, it’s not your fault.” you decided to speak, earning a glance from Kakashi, but that’s it. “It’s a mission and you protected all of your comrades!”

“I killed them, Y/N. I didn’t have to, but I did.” he said, with his eyes still glued elsewhere. “Every time I look at my hands, I feel dirty. It reminded me of that—“, “Kakashi, look at me.”

You moved closer to his bed, reaching out your hand and traced your fingers softly on his face. His cheeks were cold, and you could clearly see how he was slightly trembling with teary eyes. “Kakashi, if you didn’t do it— it could’ve been your own comrades. Now they’re safe and sound, thanks to you.”, you paused as he slowly began to move his sight to you. “And if I could meet you way sooner, I would remind you every day that it’s never your fault— it’s never been. You’re a good person, Kakashi. I, and all of us, are forever thankful for the things you’ve done.” you whispered, now wiping a few tears that fell down to his cheeks. A weak smile started to bloom, “I’m forever thankful for you as well, Y/N.”