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ssparksflyy · 6 months

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could you do a percy jackson/leo valdez angst with happy ending fic based on you belong with me by taylor?? Like uhmm an unrequited love in the beginning and by then end its a best friends to lovers or bestfriends to enemies to lovers kind of trope?? (preferably leo but you can do whichever character you want to)

Tyy<3

ask and thou shall receive ༉‧₊˚.

you belong with me ! 𐙚๋࣭⭑⋅˚♡.

pairing: leo valdez x gn!reader warning(s): swearin, turn off ur feminism and crank up some girlfriend by avril lavigne, semi-angst, stupid w love, corny 2010 teenage love ♡ word count: 3k ( LIKE ON THE DOT BABY I WAS LIKE OOOO ) a/n: hiii! tysm for requesting, this was soooo cute nd fun to write :)) also if you end up asking yourself, "is this that one girl in the ybwm music video that taylor just wore a wig for??" no, its becky.

there was nobody in the world you'd known better than leo.

you'd been through everything together. through foster homes, the wilderness school, jason's quest, the war with gaea, and even now, after all that chaos, you still had each other.

you were sure you could make it through anything together, there was nothing you two couldn't beat.

except for this stupid aphrodite girl.

growing up, not a lot of girls really noticed leo, but he noticed them. he always had some new 'crush' that he was gushing about, telling you about how pretty or smart she was and blah blah blah. every time he would come to you, talking about his new crush who was for sure going to reject him, you'd just sit there. nodding your head, smiling, and trying to push down the heartbreak that came with each new girl.

you'd had a crush on leo since you were kids, but were always too scared to say something, scared that he didn't feel the same, and you would lose the person closest to you.

so you stayed quiet. you'd listen to him ramble about his new crush and then make him laugh when you knew he was about to cry over falling for yet another girl who didn't feel the same for him.

you could tell he was tired of being alone, romantically. all your friends had partners, and they always looked so happy. neither you nor leo could help but long for that same feeling and happiness.

so when little miss perfect becky brown came waltzing into his life, with her little crush, it was no surprise leo gave in.

they weren't dating, no, just awfully close. a little too close for your liking. you didn't want to be an asshole, it wasn't like leo belonged to you or anything, but you were friends, and he was beginning to spend less and less time with you and more and more time with becky.

they would walk into the dining pavilion together for breakfast and dinner, sitting at the edge of the hephaestus and aphrodite tables so they were able to talk to each other, but still follow camp rules. they would sit next to each other at the campfire, leo helping her make a s'more. you would see them hanging around camp together, talking and laughing.

you hardly spent time with leo now. wherever becky went, he wouldn't be far behind, trailing after her. she had your best friend ( and crush but whatever ) wrapped around her perfectly manicured finger.

you were undeniably jealous. there was no point in fighting it because it was true. you were jealous that this perfect girl stole your best friend right from you. and that was true!!!! it wasn't like she was some innocent angel who did no wrong, no. you knew she didn't like you. you knew because when you would finally have the chance to talk to leo, she would always come swoop in, stealing him away for gods know why. once she had him up and following her, she'd turn back around and flash you an evil grin. you'd be left there, glaring at them as they walked away, feeling more and more hopeless every time it happened.

you could see why leo liked her, she was gorgeous, like any child of aphrodite. she was also nothing like you. you found yourself comparing yourself to her quite often, actually.

you'd find yourself looking back and forth between you two, comparing yourselves. becky didn't follow camp's dress code, she'd wear all the short skirts, tank tops, and high heels ( she didn't care that they were impractical ) she wanted. while you were stuck in your bright orange camp half-blood t-shirt that you always had to tie because you somehow always got the wrong size and beat-up sneakers that you needed to replace soon. it was no wonder leo would ditch you for her, next to her, you thought you looked like a wreck.

but that still wasn't enough to shake the heartbreak. you still had hope. hope that just maybe he'd ditch becky for you. hope that you would find the courage to finally confess to him. hope that becky would one day get lost in the woods and never ever come back.

you watched as leo and becky talked from the hephaestus and aphrodite tables once again tonight, keeping your eyes glued to them and just barely picking at your food. your siblings eventually managed to catch your attention and began to include you into their conversation. just as you were laughing at one of your sister's jokes you swore you could hear a 'hey! what're you looking at? im over here, not at the (g/p) table!' come from the direction you were once staring at. you decided to brush it off though, more interested in catching up with your siblings than whatever you thought you heard.

after dinner, you sat next to your siblings during the campfire, an empty space next to you. you were having a good time, continuing to laugh and sing along to the songs being played until you felt someone sit next to you.

you drew your attention away from the fire and looked over at the person sitting next to you. it was leo, his classic million-dollar smile on his face.

you didn't know how to feel. you didn't know if you should tell him to go back to becky, to be mad at him for not talking to you, to be glad he was finally acknowledging you or to just ignore him.

before you could decide what to do leo looked down awkwardly and said, "hey um... im sorry i haven't talked to you in a while, i guess i got caught up in other.. things.." he began fiddling with his hands, something he only did while nervous.

you gave him a small smile and put your hand on top of his. you weren't completely happy with him, he was the one who stopped talking to you. but in the moment you were just glad to have your best friend back.

"it's ok, just glad you still know i exist" you joked, he wasn't getting off the hook that easily.

"of course i still know you exist (n/n)! why and how could i ever forget? you know you come first." he said, bumping your shoulder softly.

you couldn't help but laugh. at any other time, you would completely believe what he was saying but now, you couldn't help but doubt him a little. you continued to talk and joke around ( even flirted a little but hey ), just like old times. sitting there with leo made you feel happier than you had felt in the past few weeks. spending time with leo made you realize how easy things were with him. he was your other half, everything you did just fit. talking with him was so easy, he laughed at all your jokes, and you laughed at his. you hadn't realized how much you missed his smile. you loved his toothy grin that could light up a whole town if he smiled big enough.

the fire in front of you only continued to rise as you laughed and talked together, mirroring your moods. your peace, however, was interrupted by your good ol' friend, becky.

"leo! there you are! im so sorry, i got caught up helping my sister with something" she said, sitting next to him, grabbing his bicep, "we can go now though!"

"its ok..." leo said awkwardly, looking down before he looked back up at you, "i actually wanted to spend time with (y/n) right now"

you gave him a melted smile, but looked back at becky who was giving you a venom-laced glare.

"but you said you'd go to the lake with me!! remember?" she whined, holding onto his arm tighter.

"i actually don't, but we can go tomorrow! besides, its dark right now and almost time for curfew-" he began, looking back at her.

"oh come on leo! let's go!" she said, her voice raising.

leo, no surprise, got up and followed her to the lake.

but there was something off about the way she spoke that last line.. something about it almost made you get up and follow her to the lake. it was as if your body was following her demands, and you had no way to control it. that's when it hit you. she was using her charmspeak.

could that be why leo was following her around? did she actually have him wrapped around her finger? was she using him against his will?

these thoughts and more flooded your brain as the apollo cabin finished up the last song for the evening, signaling everybody to head back to their cabins. you got up and followed your siblings back to your cabin in silence, trying to process what you had just realized.

that night, you could hardly sleep. you were tossing and turning all night, your mind racing with questions, prohibiting you from sleep. eventually, you turned over to your nightstand, checking the time on your alarm clock. 2:41 am. dear gods, you did need sleep. you finally decided to just shut off all your thoughts. not one thing crossed your mind as you shut your eyes tightly, finally allowing hypnos to take you under.

the next morning when you woke, you had a personal quest that you needed to complete. you needed to find out as much about becky as you could, hopefully answering at least some of the questions you had.

seeing them together at breakfast only fueled you more.

all day, during your lessons you went around trying to find out as much about becky as you could. you asked her siblings, friends, and anybody who you thought could tell you anything about her.

turns out, becky didn't have very loyal siblings and friends.

all you had to do was casually drop her name into a conversation and the secrets began to spill.

you found out that using her charmspeak on leo wasnt even the worse thing she'd done. most of their conversation were actually being led with her charmspeak. she had to use it to even convince him to talk to her for so long. she began acting differently, her personality shifting whenever he was around. you see, dear becky was yet to complete her rite of passage, so what did she do? she cornered the most helpless romantic in camp and was spending weeks trying to get him to fall in love with her.

you almost felt sorry for her, the way she had to use her charmspeak just to get a guy who falls for anyone to even talk to her... nah, who were you kidding? she was using your best friend for some stupid rite of passage, you couldn't hate her more.

while learning new things about becky definetly answered some of you questions, the new information left you feeling confused. you still had questions, ones that becky herself probably couldn't even answer, but you mostly just felt awkward. unsure of what to do next. should you tell leo? there was no doubt he probably had a small crush on her before, but did he still have that crush now? if you told him, how would he react? would he think you're making things up? would he believe you? even if he did believe you, was he really going to confront becky? would becky put up an argument? who's side would he take? questions and possible solutions flooded your mind through dinner. you meant to talk to leo again at the campfire, maybe get an idea on how he felt, and then move forward from there, but before you could even call his name before becky dragged him off to the lake again.

you didn't want to follow them, you couldn't. if you did, would what you saw make you regret it? you didn't want to run the risk, so you stayed at the campfire. you tried to distract yourself by singing along and making s'mores with your siblings but truthfully, you couldn't wait to go to bed and have time to think.

when the campfire ended, you were first in bed in your cabin. your mind just functioned better at night while in bed, and that's what you needed at the moment. you spent hours listening to the pouring rain outside and coming up with possible scenarios, each having its own ending. you tossed and you turned, lost in thought until you finally couldn't take it anymore. if you didn't tell leo about becky's plan, it'd eat you alive. so you got up, put on your shoes, and scurried over to cabin nine.

zeus had to be completely against you seeing leo because it was raining buckets when you stepped outside. you grumbled when you realized you'd forgotten a sweater, but you were already outside, why go back in? going back in meant you had time to reconsider your decision and leave leo to find out by himself. the longer you saw him with becky, knowing what she was planning, the more torture it was for yourself. you sucked up the fact that you'd have to get wet and ran over to the hephaestus cabin.

lucky for you, leo's bunk was located in the back of the cabin. if you knew anything about your best friend it was that he was not one to fall asleep early, and early meaning before midnight. so instead of knocking on the cabin's front door and waking up one of his siblings to get him, all you had to do was head to the back of the cabin, where he had snuck you in before, and knock gently on the door.

you took a step back and it was only a matter of seconds before leo opened the door, confused look on his face he asked, "(y/n)? what're you doing here?"

you took a deep breath in before beginning, "ok, i know you may not believe me, but I really need you to hear me out a-and consider what im saying, okay? i was talking to one of the aphrodite girls about.. becky.. and she told me that she's trying to get her rite of passage and she's planning to get it from you. i'm not saying this to try and hurt you leo, but if that is true then i don't want you to find out after its done, okay? i care about you, and if i have to watch-"

"(y/n)" he said.

"-you go through that, i just know it won't be like those other times. i know you dont want to experience it again and i don't want to see you heartbroken again-"

"(y/n)"

but you wouldn't stop. the words kept spilling out of your mouth, trying to 'warn' leo of becky's plan. he needed to get your attention somehow, and he didn't like yelling at you so...

he kissed you.

something in him made him surge forward, cupping your face and connecting your lips. he didn't care if he was getting soaked from the rain, he was finally kissing you, something he'd wanted to do for years, and you were actually kissing him back.

you were the one to break away, breathless, staring at leo with both admiration and confusion in your eyes.

"i know about becky's rite of passage." he stated, taking your hands in his, "she told me earlier, well, not really. she just told me that she really liked me and i told her that i didn't feel the same, and then she went batshit crazy, calling me useless and stuff but eh, whatever."

"oh.." you said, processing what he just said, "wait- you didn't feel the same??"

he simply nodded and smiled, "no, no i didn't. but i think she helped me realize something." he said and paused, quickly looking down then back up, "i really, really like you, (y/n). and not just as friends. its almost like... being forced to be away from you just confirmed that i need you, and i can hardly live without you. when becky was forcing me to spend time with her, all i could think about is you, and how much i like you. you've always been there for me, even helping my slut self through problems with other girls and i'm so sorry i didn't realize before how good you are to me. i completely get it if you don't feel the same, but i just really need you to know how much i appreciate you. i can finally see that you're the only person who really knows me. you get me like nobody else does, you understand me. i trust you with everything, and you're the best thing i could ever ask for. im so sorry it took me so long to see that."

leo's words felt like a weight was being lifted off of your chest. your feelings weren't one-sided. he didn't just see you as a friend. he liked you back. like- romantically! you couldn't help yourself, you sprang up and quickly kissed him, raising your hand to the back of his neck.

"gods, i really really like you too leo. good to know it isn't just machines in that head of yours." you said, laughing as you moved your foreheads together.

leo's light up grin was back again, "can't you see, baby? you belong with me~"

you groaned, pushing him away, "that was so bad, please dont ever do that again."

he laughed and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you back in. your faces were close once again, lips aching to connect again.

"so (y/n/n)," leo began, a sweet smile on his face, "do me the honors of being my girlfriend?"

you let out a small laugh, "of course, repair boy. i thought you'd never ask."

you smiled as he kissed you once again.

a/n pt. 2: i kinda hate this but wtv <3 its 5am, i'm tired, i will edit this when i wake up, have a good day / night ily all sm ♡

peace from manhattan,

percy jackson ♡

#percy jackson #pjo #heroes of olympus #pjo x reader #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo x reader #leo valdez #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x reader #by bells ♡⋆ ࣪.

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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years

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they don't love me like you do | b. katsuki

➳ tags ;; 18+, sub!bakugou, dom!reader, gn but afab!reader, pegging, gentle domming, praise kink, porn with feelings, friends to lovers, healthy bdsm practices, discussions around sex and dating, reader has a personality, anal fingering, double-ended strap-on w harness, oral (m+f recieving), prostate orgasms, submissive bottom bakugou katsuki, getting together, aftercare!! READ THE TAGS!!

➳ wc ;; 12.2k (i know. i know)

➳ a/n ;; i don't think i've ever projected while writing a fic so much in the entirety of my silly human life. wrote this thing with my fucking clit on the paper and pen jesus. thank you so, so much to @jirou-s for beta-ing this monster for me. no words.

i know this fic isn't everyones thing, but it'd mean a lot to me if you read it! i think it's actually my favorite thing i've ever wrote. i had so much fun and im elated to share.

song title is based off like you do by joji!

➳ synopsis ;; you and bakugou don't talk about your sex lives often, but at one of kirishima's get togethers - denki brings up the subject of pegging and bakugou's curiosity is ever present. just one question is enough to break the dam.

There’s not a lot you can say about Bakugou Katsuki that hasn’t been said before.

He’s been the headline of countless news articles, done hundreds of interviews - chopped and screwed, endless amounts of media coverage ever since he was nothing but a highschool brat. Bakugou is a well-known and popular hero with an image, and his image has been so clear in the public eye for years.

People's stances on him are split pretty even down the middle. He’s abrasive, and unruly - and though his approval has increased significantly, it’s only inevitable some people hate him. His name in hero forums is fucking nuts, always sure to cause some kind of debate. It’s mostly positive. Some people find his disagreeable nature to go against heroism as it is, but others find his honesty to be a breath of fresh air. People will go as far as insisting there should be more heroes like him. Even as his friend, you’re not sure you would go that far.

You could say a lot about Bakugou as a person. It would all boil down to the fact he’s a little wound-up, but he’s good deep down. He really wants to be good, and he’s trying. To you, Bakugou, without a shadow of doubt, is a good person. He does his best to be a good person every time he gets out on the field. You respect him. You care for him.

You’ve been in his life since your third year of high school. He was your partner in your Support Course capstone and you would later be his agency's primary costume designer. Like everything with Bakugou, it was not easy to be around him in the beginning.

He was hard to work with. Stubborn, mean, easily upset. You’re a natural opposite, a little more analytical and easy-going. But the two of you balanced each other out in a way Bakugou had never felt in another person. You never let him disrespect you, but you hardly got angry either. It took almost a year for him to adjust to you genuinely, but not without trying. Nights spent analyzing costume designs and doing repairs did just enough to bring you two close. At the end of it, you considered him a friend.

Your working relationship was also inevitable. Bakugou is a lot of things, but if there’s anything he’s learned is that there are people who have skills you don’t possess. He makes it a point now to recognize other people’s earnest greatness and he considers you a genius in your line of work. He’s not heavy handed about the praise but you hear through the grapevine, how he talks about your headquarters with a little puff in his chest.

To put it very, very simply - you and Bakugou are close friends. He’s married to his job, you both are - so it works out. You work on similar schedules and don’t mind each other's company. There’s a mutual understanding that doesn’t compare to anyone else and after years and years of being around each other, it’s only inevitable. Best friend is a weird word. It’s a little more than that.

Neither of you are willing to admit it, but you’re not stupid and neither is he. It’s just one of those things you work around. When he falls asleep at your place, you just cover him with a blanket and sleep in the other room. When he calls you late to talk about work, you listen and yawn. You’re both busy and ambitious people, and truthfully - you’re not sure what Bakugou is even interested in. In the years of his company, you can count maybe two dates he’d been on.Unsuccessfully, of course. He’s mentioned a few hook-ups, same as you. But the conversation about sex or dating just never really comes up.

You don’t mind it. You’re not really in any rush. The kind of friendship you have with Bakugou is one in a million - not worth giving it up for anything. It sounds corny but there’s a sincere part of you that believes you were destined to meet the bastard. He’s loud, annoying, and brash - but he understands you in a way no one else does. It’s mutual, and you’ve never said ‘I love you’ to each other. But you don’t have to, because you both know you do. When he texts you late at night asking if you need a chaperone, you know. You can feel it in everything he does, and you think that’s so like him.

There really isn’t a lot you can say about him that hasn’t already been said. When people ask you, you don’t think about it. It just kinda comes out of you.

“He’s loud and abrasive and the best hero around. I’m lucky to know him.” and Bakugou normally rolls his eyes and calls you lame. You always insist you mean it, and he always replies with his quietest “I know.”

And Bakugou hardly says much about the people he cares for. He’s private like that. He only speaks out for people when they really need it, which always means his words are at least two or three times more impactful. He never has a lengthy reply when interviews ask him of you. Something about how you’re the best costume engineer he could ask for.

When you ask him, personally, the answer is a little different. He gets almost shy when he scoffs, and looks away. And you know he never says anything he doesn’t mean.

“I trust you with my fucking life, idiot.”

There’s not a lot to be said about the two of you, but that much is true. There’s probably not a single person on Earth that Bakugou puts his trust in like he puts it into you.

Being this close with Bakugou means being a plus-one to all of his hero events even when you don’t want to be.

You have no grudges against Class-1A, but you’ve been to so many of their re-unions by now, it’s almost exhausting. You’re close friends with a lot of them, not best friend close - but close enough to hang out and drink at their house without feeling weird. You’ve been to birthdays, agency openings, holiday parties - Bakugou essentially always has you as his plus-one. You always attend despite your initial protests. Mostly because it means Bakugou will owe you a favor.

Nevermind all the favors you had in the backlog. You’re hoping you’ll gather enough and then one day just cashout but you have no plans on informing him.

Today’s event is Kirishima Eijirou’s housewarming kickback. It’s small, less than 40 people and quite literally just Class-1a and a couple of the heroes from Class-1B. It’s been a laidback night over all. You get there with Bakugou at around 7pm with a houseplant from him and a bottle of champagne from you - and then you immediately go to the kitchen to look for food. Bakugou followed you promptly.

You’d think since these were mostly his friends, you’d be the one following him around but that’s hardly the case. Normally, you’re the one to greet everyone and chit-chat - begrudgingly dragging Bakugou into conversations. Wherever you go, he goes - no matter how much you shoo him. Jirou lovingly refers to him as “your own dark shadow” everytime you see her and it never fails to make you laugh. She’s right and tonight’s no different. He clings to you a little in every space you're in, and eventually the two of you make it to the backyard.

Kirishima drunkenly shows you around, and as Bakugou follows. You like seeing the two of them bicker. It’s a one-sided ordeal, with Bakugou on the offensive and Kirishima on the clueless defensive, easily deflecting his comments. It never fails to make you smile. Kirishima also insists on giving you a long story about his grill, to which you listen and carefully.

The night goes well after that. You manage to talk to everyone in short bits and pieces and so does Bakugou. The two of you are a pair, but it’s weird to think about it that way. You don’t get a chance to dwell, too caught up in the conversation. A warm night in July, all fireflies and the smell of grass and summer and smoke. Kirishima's place is a little farther from the city - so the stars are especially beautiful. You find it all to be pretty blissful.

The night drags, and after about 4 hours - only the core few remain. It’s you, Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, Mina, Midoriya, and Todoroki - all together in a circle. The beer cooler sits evenly in the middle as everyone engages in conversation together. Everyone’s tipsy but not inebriated.

You’re not sure how it happens, but the conversation has easily divulged into dating and sex. You’re not opposed and neither is Bakugou. You can only really read disinterest on his face, which entertains you. In the back of your mind, you wonder sincerely how close all of these people must be to talk so candidly about stuff like this. You kind of appreciate it.

Your beer is still cold as you nurse it between your thighs, leaning back and watching flames flicker. You only chime in to laugh or make a quick joke and so does Bakugou. You rest your head on his shoulder and miss the look that everyone seems to shoot at the two of you.

“Wait, wait - guys, can I ask something?” Denki chimes in. You sit up a little and look at him. Sero laughs.

“It kinda defeats the purpose if you ask if you can ask something. Just ask.”

Kirishima groans.

“I’m already confused.”

From the sidelines, you hear Midoriya let out a quiet giggle. You laugh at that before Denki takes one big gulp from his seltzer and gives his biggest grin.

“Since we’re on the subject of like.. who’s done what, have any of you been pegged?”

There’s a brief moment of silence before Sero breaks out into laughter. Todoroki has a dopey smile on his face and Midoriya blushes. Mina looks deep in thought.

“I don’t think someone using a strap on me counts, but I’ve definitely pegged someone before.” Mina chimes in. Kirishima chuckles at that.

“Not surprised.”

Mina nudges him before Denki redirects the question back to the other heroes in the conversation.

“Isn’t this a question we should be asking you, Sparky?” Sero comments, smug. Denki rolls his eyes, pouting a little.

“All of you know the answer is yes.”

Bakugou snorts a laugh at how true that is and you nudge him, rolling your eyes.

“C’mon, you guys can’t be that boring. None of you?”

“I have a few times.” Todoroki confesses easily. Everyone in the group turns to stare at him in shock but he’s unfazed, he simply takes another sip of his beer.

“...Honestly, that tracks.” Mina comments, laughing. Everyone else nods sagely in agreement and Todoroki blushes a little.

“I’ve never been. Definitely thought about it, though.” Deku says after some time. Denki nods.

“It’s fun when the person knows what they’re doing.”

Kirishima takes a drink and then hums to agree.

“When I was a rookie, this girl I liked was down for it. It was a pretty good time.” Kirishima reminisces.

Sero thinks about it for a minute before shaking his head.

“I don’t know man. I’ve never really thought about it but letting a chick have control over me like that would probably get my rocks off. I’m not mad at the idea.”

Everyone nods at the hero’s respectable answer before their eyes zero in on Bakugou. You can’t control your laughter.

“Alright, Bakugou - it's your turn. You been pegged before?.”

“No, fuck off.”

Kirishima laughs good-naturedly.

“Aw c’mon, don’t be a buzzkill Bakubro. At least tell us if you’re down for it.”

“Absolutely not doing that shit. Eat a dick.”

Denki frowns but is unaffected by Bakugou’s unwillingness. He shifts his question to you. You yawn tiredly as you sit up and lean forward a little.

“Well what about you? You ever peg anyone before?”

You’re a little tired, defenses lowered. You normally don’t give anyone any detail about your sex life. You don’t think twice when you answer with a warm laugh.

“Yeah, all the time.”

You’re really not expecting anyone to take interest in your reply but the whole group goes almost deadly silent. Mostly at the confidence in your voice, you freeze and sober up. Kirishima is up first, an almost predatory grin on his face.

“...All the time?”

Mina gasps.

“Are you like.. a dom?”

You scrunch your expression up and laugh again.

“I’m a switch, yeah. I dom a lot, though. Why is everyone looking at me like that?”

Midoriya pipes up this time.

“You hardly tell us about your dating or sex life, so it’s a bit of a surprise.” he explains. You drink a little and lean back.

“I didn’t think it was that interesting.” you admit. Denki looks almost giddy.

“You pegging people is very interesting.” Sero adds. You glare at him.

“I don’t think it’s that taboo, but I guess I was wrong. I don’t think about it.”

Mina looks at you starry-eyed.

“I need details like.. yesterday.”

You give her a confused look.

“What details?” you ask, laughing. Denki chimes in almost immediately.

“Well for starters, how did you discover that you were into it? And also, how confident are you that you could mention it so casually?” he questions, giggly. You give him a look, leaning your weight to one side.

“I dated a guy when I was 19 who was into it, but I always knew I was a switch. It’s been a while since I’ve been laid but uh.. I do it pretty frequently. I dunno, I just enjoy it. I’ve done it a handful of times so I’m pretty confident about it.”

Midoriya looks deep in thought before looking at you.

“...Where do you just find people to peg?”

You almost choke on your drink with laughter.

“Well for starters, I’m not a hero - so I don’t have to worry about like.. my public image. Normally just on like.. fetish dating websites or whatever. It’s pretty straightforward.”

Kirishima gives you a look.

“I would let you peg me.” he says after a long, long bout of silence. Everyone hums in agreement as you burst out into laughter.

“Shut the fuck up.” you snort, laughing lightheartedly.

The conversation eventually gets derailed again, and you go back to settle in your chair.

You don’t miss the way Bakugou seems stiff for the rest of the night.

If there’s one thing that Bakugou is not good at, it’s keeping his feelings to himself.

He’s been weird ever since the pegging conversation. Oddly silent and not in the comfortable way you’re used to. He insisted on walking you home since it was so late and your place was a few blocks off - but he’s been awkwardly trailing behind you the entire time. After an extended period of annoyance, you turn around on your heel to face him

He jumps back a little, scowling. You place your hand on your hip and stare at him with hardened brows.

“Alright. Out with it, Bakugou. If you don’t stop being weird, I’m gonna have a fit - swear to god. Spit it out.”

Bakugou crosses his arms over his chest and huffs. But he doesn’t face you, doesn’t even really bother looking at your face as he grits his teeth. Jaw feathered, he has that weird expression on his face that he gets when he’s deep in thought.

“It’s nothing.” he insists. You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.

There’s no good way for this conversation to end, you realize this right away. Bakugou is a weird guy, but he’s also an obvious one. Rationally, he shouldn’t be upset by the conversation. It’s either jealousy of some sort or something beyond fathoming. Either way, things don’t look good.

“It clearly is something. Listen, if you wanna cool down for a couple of days - fine, but don’t be like this.”

“Stop putting fuckin’ words in my mouth!”

You sigh, frustrated.

“Bakugou, for fucksake - you’ve been like this all night. I’m not asking you for much, just give me an inch here. Are you uncomfortable with what I get up to?”

He shakes his head, glaring at you with a hardened brow.

“You know I don’t give a shit about that.” he insists. You groan.

“Then what is it? You gonna confess you want me to peg you or something?”

You really don’t mean anything by it. You don’t. But you see it real time, the little look on Bakugou's face that sends you on a spiral. It’s cold and damp and dark out. Not a soul outside, just you and Bakugou - the moon and street lights. Despite his attempts, you catch it. The shocked raise of brows and gulp of air like you’ve pinned it down perfectly. You stare at him.

“Bakugou.”

He doesn’t turn his head, doesn’t even look at you as he takes his lower lip between his teeth.

“Katsuki. Hey, look at me. I’m not gonna ― I’m not here to judge you, alright? Just.. is that what this is about?”

“Fuck.. fuck - maybe it is. What does that -”

“Hey, what’d I just say?”

He stumbles at that, and gets quiet. You have this ability, this spell on him that tends to soothe any of these aching pains he has. Even with his teeth grit and his mind messy, he knows you won’t judge him. He trusts you, he does - wouldn’t even let himself throw a tantrum if he didn’t. You pause, briefly, and look at him.

“..So, you’re interested in pegging? Like me pegging you, specifically?”

He runs a hand over his face, so embarrassed he wishes the ground would swallow him whole.

“......Yeah.”

You take in a sharp inhale of breath. He would just drop some information like that on you, wouldn’t he? It’s so like him. You close your eyes and try to recompose yourself.

“Okay. Alright. Do you.. know what you’re asking me here?”

He glares at you like he’s about to snap.

“Of fucking course ― do you know how embarassing this is, you dipshit?”

“I know - but this isn’t just a thing you ask someone. We have to sit down and talk about it and set rules and boundaries. This isn’t something I’m gonna half-ass, so I’m asking you. Are you absolutely sure you know what you’re getting into?”

His stomach flutters a little at the sound of you saying you won’t half-ass it.

He thinks about what you’ve said for a few minutes. Bottom lip tucked between his teeth, he looks around a little while deep in thought. You watch him as he tilts his head back, taking a sharp inhale - before he look right back at you.

“Yeah.. yeah. I’m sure.”

You take a deep breath, a ragged inhale. You give Bakugou a once over before rubbing your face with your palms.

“Alright. Okay then.”

Like all matters Bakugou Katsuki, getting him to talk about the thing he so casually mentioned to you the other week hadn’t been easy.

You expected this. Hardly anything in the world with Bakugou is easy, but something like this? There was never a chance it would work out easily. Bakugou is the type to drop something like this on you and then essentially avoid you for as long as humanly possible. Unluckily for him, you work together - so you’ve spent the last few weeks hounding him about the situation.

“Do you still want this?”

“Are you sure?”

“You can back out.”

“We have to talk about it.”

The list goes on and on. Bakugou answers every single one of your questions begrudgingly, because of course he does. Yes, he still wants it. Yes, he’s sure. He knows he can back out, he trusts you. The only question he avoids a lot is the talking about it part. You think part of it is because if you talk about it - it’s real. Really, real. When it’s real, he has to look it in its face.

He knows you won’t push him to talk about his reasoning, but you can’t help but be curious. Sex is one thing but asking your best friend to peg you isn’t something you do without thinking about it. Certainly not if you’re Bakugou.

The weird part is acknowledging the heated attraction you have for Bakugou. You have to talk about it, in full. The implication is that you’re going to have sex and you know what he’s said, that he wants this. But the question remains, does he want you?

You don’t find yourself unattractive, but the idea of Bakugou.. desiring you does something bad to your heart and mind. It’s part of why you want to talk about it. Why you need to talk about it. He tells you that he’d rather do it the day of, and you think it’s because otherwise it gets too scary. When it’s just words and no one there to ground you it gets scary. You get it, so you agree.

The day finally comes. It’s a Saturday evening and Bakugou is sitting across from you while you slide him a warm tea. He just got out of the shower and is sitting, a little damp and hair dripping while he blows on the edge of a lavender mug. You stare at him, trying to read his face but ultimately coming up short.

“So,” you start, carefully, “you want me to peg you.”

Bakugou chokes on his drink, before glaring at you. He rolls his eyes, bare elbows hitting your table as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“No, I’m here to fucking steal your cats.” he replies sarcastically. Your brow furrows.

“Cut me some slack, Katsuki. You told me three weeks ago you wanted me to peg you, and then we just.. didn’t talk about it.”― you shift a little, uncomfortable ― “And like, shit - I don’t mean to be insecure but I’m kinda confused about it, alright?”

He softens, just a little. It’s not obvious, but he does.

“What are you confused about, dipshit?”

You sigh and look into your cup of tea.

“Do you..is this just a convenience thing for you? Like.. do you.. does it matter if it’s me doing this? If you just want some relief, isn’t there -”

He cuts you off with a snarl, like he’s offended by what you’ve just said. It makes something uncomfortable stir in your gut. The way his carmine eyes stare you down.

“What, you think I just go around wantin’ to fuck randoms? You think I can’t get my dick wet whenever I want to - even with some shit like this?” he grits.

Your eyes go wide at the implication. That’s not what you think, but it’s a good point. A really good point that even if Bakugou wanted, he could probably find plenty of ways to relieve himself, if that’s all there was. The realization shakes you to your core. Knocked flat on your ass, your hands tremble a little.

You’re still, silent. Bakugou sighs, and flushes.

“...I want it to be you, idiot. If I just needed to get my fuckin’ rocks off, I’d do that.”

You’re almost giddy with realization. It’s overwhelming.

“So.. you want to have sex with me. Okay. I want to have sex with you too.”

You say it too easily and Bakugou grits his teeth. His neck and chest flush red.

“Idiot.”

You smile a little. He’s still himself. He’s cute. God, he really is so cute.

“What are your like.. do’s and don'ts? What do you want to do?”

He thinks on it for a little while before replying.

“Anything where I can’t speak or see is off-limits. At least this time. That shit kinda freaks me out. Other than that, I don’t got a fuckin’ clue.” Bakugou says, sagely. You’re taken aback that he has a reply at all, so you nod.

“Got it. Is this your first time bottoming?”

He nods his head yes.

“I’ve had a thumb up there but not a lot else.”

You absorb this information before proceeding.

“Okay. Is this your first time subbing?”

He nods his head yes. Your eyes go wide.

“Shit, really?”

“Most people don’t really want to rail a pro-hero. It’s normally the opposite way around, stupid.”

You think about what he says, taking a sip of your tea.

“I guess that makes sense. But you’ve been a dom before, right?”

He confirms this to you with another nod.

“Okay. Alright. We’ll use the stoplight system for your safe-words then, yeah? You can call me a title if you really want, but I like just my name. How far do you wanna go?”

He shakes his head after taking a long gulp sitting up.

“Stop asking about me. Tell me what you wanna do, dumbass. This shit goes both ways, doesn’t it?”

You smile a little at the sincerity. Leaning back in your chair, you give him a once over before looking at him sheepishly.

“Honestly. I just wanna fuck you dumb,” you confess, wincing at the way he spits out his tea in shock. “Like.. I mean like.. I dunno, I wanna make you feel good. I wanna go all the way with it but that’s kinda intimate. I don’t know if you’re okay with that.”

He goes silent for a minute.

“I’m.. fuckin’.. I’m fine with that - alright? That’s..”

You don’t make him answer, instead reaching over and putting a hand over his. He flinches at the contact but doesn’t pull away which is assuring.

“I trust you with whatever shit you wanna do, so don’t be fuckin’ weird ―alright?”

You laugh gently at that, but nod.

“Okay, got it. Is there anything you wanna do?”

He flushes, covering his face with his hands.

“I wanna.. return the favor.”

It comes out a little muffle, so your brows scrunch up. He groans exasperatedly at your confusion. He’s too embarrassed to say it again so he has to steel his resolve a little. He sighs.

“I wanna return to favor alright? Not by fucking you or whatever, but I wanna make you feel good at least.”

“D’ya wanna eat me out or something?”

His eyes go wide and his face flustered. You laugh.

“I don’t mind. I just want today to mostly be about you. You can return the favor another time.”

Bakugou’s shock is present when you so casually mention another time. But the both of you know better that whatever happens now is a permanent change in the course of your friendship. It’s not bad, but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t a little nerve-wracking. You notice but you don’t seem fazed. This song and dance can only continue so long. Instead he nods, and takes a deep breath.

“Yeah. Okay.”

The one thing about Bakugou you never get over is that he’s alarmingly pretty.

Exceptionally pretty. When you get a chance to really look at him, which is hardly ever - all things considered, you get hit with it full on. He’s fucking beautiful. Like a model, like a movie star. He’s the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen in your life.

You’re not trying to weird him out when you eventually crawl on top of him. You watch as he gets comfortable, falling back in the middle of your mattress. He’s still clothed, a tight shirt and sweatpants. His hair is all dry now, and his eyes have gone wide.

And you’re right on top of him. Your legs rest between his spread ones, arms on either side of him as you hover over him briefly. You’ve been close to Bakugou in your life before, but never this close. Never close enough to look at him like this. You can see every detail in his face. Unblemished skin, scars on his cheek, the flat bridge of his nose and the strength in his brow-bone. His eyes are soft - half-crescent moons.

He’s fucking beautiful. Not like anything ever seen before and your breath gets caught in your throat when you look at him.

“What the hell are you lookin at?” he snips, flustered. You let your hands settle on his waist, travelling underneath his shirt. Pressing your palms flat against his skin, you shake your head.

“Starin’ at you.” you muse. Your voice goes low, gets thick in the way it does when you get in this headspace. Bakugou hears it right away, shuddering

“You’re so pretty, Katsuki.” you tell him, praise him. Something in his heart goes haywire when he listens. Your palms pressed to his body and the timbre of your voice makes him reel. Keen. You let your lips brush against his.

He takes care of himself, even his mouth soft as you press against it. Bakugou lets out a sigh when you do it finally. Your lips are warm and soft, and you taste like tea. His heart is racing already. Too much tension, years of aching need and yearning pouring out of him like an open wound. He tries, desperately, to remind himself that it is just a kiss. Nothing more and nothing less.

But then you kiss him a little deeper. His lower lip slots against your top one and you switch - fall into the easy back and forth and Bakugou is entranced. He’s kissed enough people to know you’re good at it, maybe too good at it. Your hands roam freely against his pale skin and you kiss him over and over. He tries to get used to it, to be on pace with you - but he can’t shake the feeling of your mouth. It’s so hot and so heavy - and he feels so needy. He can’t fall apart so early.

But there’s something about the way you touch him. There’s an ease to it, but beneath it - something wanton and hot is there. Something stifling and heavy that makes Bakugou feel.. odd. It’s something about being wanted that’s making him like this. And it’s you, and he hardly keeps up with you ever. He can't keep up with the tongue in his mouth, the way you suck on his. It lets out a soft, slick noise. He kisses you until his lips are a little puffy - pink and slightly swollen from how you suck on them.

When he draws back, he’s a mess. A little string of saliva draws between the two of you. You pull back and tug Bakugou’s shirt up off of his torso. He hears it get tossed somewhere in the room as you slowly trail kisses starting from the corner of his mouth down to the edge of his jaw.

You mean what you said earlier, that this is about him. This much is obvious. It’s nerve-wracking, and embarrassing - but he can’t get you to stop. He doesn’t even know how to start to ask you to stop.

“Nnggh, fuck - fuck, how are you so ―?”

Your mouth licks up his neck, and you kiss the shell of his ear down to his earlobe. Bakugou lets out an almost dejected sound. Your mouth drags along his jawline.

“So what, baby? Don’t hold out on me.” You tease, amused. He grits his teeth, almost frustrated with how horny he is. Bakugou is hardly easy, never goes down without a fight.

But this.. doesn’t feel like a fight. It’s too one-sided. It’s a takedown, and Bakugou can’t help but feel like he’s losing. Your lips brush against his throat, on his pulse. He shudders almost violently at the way your tongue drags over the skin.

“So fuckin’ annoying, you’re so ―”

He doesn’t get a chance to insult you again.

“Can I give you a hickey?”

He swallows something. He should definitely say no. He has to patrol tomorrow and his costume leaves hardly anything for imagination.

“Do what you want.” he tells you, which emphatically - is not a no. You laugh lightly and the sound is so nice. It’s so pleasant and he can feel it, the vibration under his skin. His mind feels melty, and before he knows it - you’re giving him a hickey. A few really, scattered on his neck. Your teeth graze the skin light as you bite and latch onto it.

With your mouth busied, your hands find exceptional interest in Bakugou’s body. They’re a little more calloused than your average normie, years of sewing and stitching wounds leaving them textured. It feels good, the roughness is welcome and oddly pleasant. His voice gets caught when you reach up to his tits and give the flesh a good squeeze before kneading them in your palms. Bakugou knows that this is not something people with his body normally do.

He doesn’t have boobs for fucksake, he has pecs. He feels the greed in your palms as you squeeze the soft flesh. You trace circles around the puffy pink of his nipple with your thumb before brushing it. He gasps. It’s the first time in his life someone ever touched him like that before, but especially somewhere so innocuous.

You detach from his throat, leaning back to stare at his chest. He watches as you grope and fondle them recklessly - eyes starry as you make little jolts of electricity shoot through him. His cock twitches, hard against his sweats and making a noticeable tent.

“They’re bigger.” you comment absently. Bakugou’s half-way out of his mind but he catches what you’ve said. You give them another soft squeeze.

“Your tits,”

“Don’t fucking call them that -”

“They’re bigger. At least a little, an inch or so maybe.”

He takes in a sharp breath as you go down even further. You place soft, open mouthed kisses on his collarbones and shoulders. When you’re face to face with the strong muscles of his chest, you inhale. He can almost feel how giddy you are, forced to watch with a flushed expression as you press them together and peer at the cleavage.

“How the hell do you even know that?”

“I design your costume. I get paid to know how big your- tits are.”

“Stop calling them that or I’m fuckin’ killing you.”

You’re unfazed by the sentiment, going silent briefly. He watches as you open your mouth and take his nipple against your tongue. He groans, shudders - a violent wave of pleasure crashing through him as you suck so eagerly on one. Your free hand makes you busy.

“But they are tits, y'know? Pretty and big and soft. I like ‘em.” you comment amused. Bakugou tells you to fuck off, or he wants too - but the thought is warbled. He’s so fucking unbelivably horny and you haven’t even gotten to the actual part. All you’ve done is touch him, and poke and prod.

But it doesn’t stop Bakugou from being hard out of his mind. Desperate to get to the good part no matter how much you seem to utterly refuse. You promised to take your time and you’re doing as much. Every word, noise, or gasp from his mouth makes your clit feel like fucking steel. It throbs everytime the blonde so much as breathes.

You don’t think you could fathom it being this good. Something about seeing loud, brash, abrasive Bakugou fall apart underneath you makes you feel fucking crazy. The arch in his spine, the pinkness in his skin, the fucking need. You’re so wet, you think even the slight friction from the harness on your clit will send you to fucking space.

You two can hardly wrap your heads around how much you need each other. It's desire, but a different animal than the desire you’ve felt before. A mutual want to break and be broken. An agreement to have at each other after too many years of unresolved tension.

If you were going to fuck Bakugou, you were going to do it right. You were going to drag it all out slowly. You’re doing as much, and he’s taking it as best he can. But you like seeing him grapple with it. He bites his lip with frustration and shudders each time you suck his nipples into your mouth. He’s not supposed to want it but it feels so damn good, so stupidly good.

You pull away and blow cool air onto them, watching with a smile as they go stiff. You flick them lightly as he curses at you.

“Cute. They’re so pink.”

“Don’t call me that!” he snaps. You tsk at him.

“C’mon. We’re about to get to the important part. Be a good boy, Katsuki.”

You say it partly in jest but you feel the way Bakugou freezes. You can hear the suppressed moan, only confirmed by how his hand slaps over his mouth in a mix of shock and shame. Your grin is almost predatory.

“What's your color?”

He lets out a shaky breath.

“Fuckin’ green.”

You sit up on top of him. You let your fingers trace the skin on his abdomen, ridges of his abs where his body is clenched. Your whole demeanor shifts as you touch him delicately.

“Ooh, is that it? Does my Katsuki wanna be a good boy? Are you my good boy?”

Bakugou doesn’t know how it happens, but he groans. The words tip him over some imaginary cliff side he didn’t even know he was on. Every thought or action or word is replaced with a shiver. A full-body reaction overwhelms each of his senses and his eyes roll back a little.

“Fuck, fuck - wait. I can’t.”

You’re merciless anyways. An adoring smile graces your mouth.

“You like being good. The best boy, yeah? So pretty.”

Another whine escapes him, this time a little pitchier and more embarrassing. Bakugou’s eyes roll into the back of his head. You think it makes sense that he has a praise kink, the way Bakugou acts.

“F-fuck” is all he can get out and it comes out so brokenly. Like glass, it's fragile and needy. You cup it in your palms, cherish it.

“That’s right, isn’t it? Katuski’s my good boy isn’t he? My best boy?”

“Holy fuck.” he moans again, as you rock so slightly against his cock when you praise him. His whole body feels feverish when you say it. He wants to hear you say it again.

“You’re so cute. So pretty, too. You like bein’ my pretty boy, huh?”

He doesn’t reply. He can’t reply. The words are too much, your voice is too much. His head swims with the praise and more suddenly than before, he realizes his position. What he’s doing. When his head stops working correctly and his pride seems to dissolve like cotton candy into water - nothing left but sweet water. Bakugou feels how deep he’s fallen. It’s startling.

But, he doesn’t want you to stop. Instead, he whimpers - a desperate noise.

“Fuck, please.” he groans, need. You stare at him lovingly, your hands smoothing across his skin until they squeeze the base of his neck. A light touch, not meant to choke him but to ease him.

“Please what, Katsuki? Want me to keep praising you? You like when I tell you you’re my good boy?”

He chokes, and debates it in his head. Is this a good idea? Is he willing to go this far?

The answer is an astounding yes. So he groans, and nods his head.

“Fuck, yes. Please.”

You lean forward with a good-natured laugh, and you press your lips to his soft ones. You kiss him a few times, delighted by the way he relaxes into you. Your hands cup his face as you pepper pecks across his cheeks, forehead and nose. His face scrunches up, too intimate - but you show no signs of stopping.

“Anything for you, Katsuki.”

His heart does a somersault at the words, your sincerity. But before he can, he watches you dismount and stand on your feet. You give him a once-over before clicking your teeth together, searching through the drawer.

“Take your pants off, baby.”

He rolls his eyes a little, but he does. Just the pants as it would be, he tucks his stiff cock against the waistband of his boxers as he slides the material off of his legs. In the meantime, you dig through your drawers. You pick out a sweet-smelling strawberry lube, and pick a strap of medium size. You’d take your time in prepping him, but you want him to feel it. You want to go all the way.

In a last ditch effort to make sure he’s not in too much pain, you grab a plug too. It’s pink at the end, heart-shaped and red. You snicker under your breath but grab it anyway.

With that, you crawl back onto the bed. The mattress creaks and shifts under the weight of your body as you get back between Bakugou’s legs. His feet are flat on the bed, knees bent up but laying on his stomach with his boxers still on.

You hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers. Bakugou gapes at the ease that you manhandle at least his lower body, not bothering to ask as you slide the material off his thick thighs and the curve of his ass. His legs go up and you take them off, tossing them somewhere before positioning him flat onto the bed.

“Why am I so fuckin’ naked and you’re not?”

You laugh at his irritation

“You want me to get naked?”

“Obviously, dipshit.”

You think on it for a minute, shrugging. Without much thought, you slide your sweater off your torso and take your shorts off your legs. Bakugou gasps when he sees you, but he doesn’t mean to. The way his eyes glaze over you leaves you flush. It’s unexpected, almost makes you shy.

“Like what you see?” you tease. He blinks, briefly. He nods.

“Yeah.. shit, yeah. You’re.. fuck. I wanna touch you.” he admits. You look at him surprised, another wave of heat moving through you so slowly. But you get it, and you want it too. You want him as many times as he’ll let you have him, but for now - you just want to take.

Your hand goes onto his thigh, thumb rubbing circles into it lightly.

“Later, I promise. Just about you today, okay?”

He nods, closing his eyes.

“Yeah.. okay.”

You lay on your stomach, between his legs. You massage his thighs with your palms before you spread his legs out.

The first thing you think is that Bakugou Katsuki is cute everywhere. It feels a little inappropriate of a thing to think - face to face with his ass. But you think it anyways, his dick is nice and pretty too. It’s not small by any means, the same size as your strap. It’s thick though, the size of your forearm and raging red at the very tip. Too heavy to stand straight up, it bobs against his belly. There’s a little pre-cum but not much - at least not for now.

Bakugou’s chest heaves as he watches you through a lidded gaze. You’re so pretty it’s sickening. He’s not sure what he’s expecting you to do, but it’s not kissing him. He’s not expecting you to kiss the muscles in his thighs, over his pelvis. He watches you as you close your own eyes, sucking the soft flesh and leaving little petals of red and purple all along his body. He hiccups, his cock starting to ache painfully.

“What’re ya doin’?” he slurs, a little unsure. You hum, looking up at him.

“I’m gonna finger you but you gotta be relaxed and turned on. Otherwise it’s gonna be super painful. I know you’re not used to it, but relax for me - yeah? Be good.”

Bakugou swallows a painful noise. He breathes, a large inhale of air that he releases slowly and unsteady as his hands tremble a little. He just watches - thin carmine eyes looking you over as you trace your tongue over every part of his skin effortlessly. Without so much as a warning, he feels your tongue on the underside of his cock. You take in a sharp breath, heavy and wanting as you lick all the to the tip.

You dip into his slit before closing your mouth around the head of his cock. Bakugou lets out a wounded noise. His whole body gets stiff, gasping.

“H-holy shiiiit”

You smile around him. Your tongue is expert. You dip your head down, a soft gag but you don’t stay there. After the whole thing is slick, you let your mouth go lazy around the tip. You bob softly, watching as he thrashes a bit above you. He understands you want to relax him but if you keep this up, he’s gonna cum.

“I’ll cum, I’ll -”

You pull back and he whines.

“You can cum if you want. I can make you cum again when I fuck you.”

He gapes at you - the sheer confidence in your voice makes him dizzy. Fuck.

He tries to hold back as you massage his cock with your tongue. You pull back briefly, kissing up his shaft with a warm sigh.

“I’m gonna start fingering you now. You ready?”

“Fuck, fuck, whatever.”

“What’s your color?”

“Green.”

You nod. He watches as you pull over. The strap, plug, and lube are on the other side of the bed. You grab the plastic bottle, flipping the cap open unceremoniously. You pour a little on your fingertips, warming it as you rub them together.

You use your thumb to brush against his hole.

“Do you shave or are you hairless by design?”

“I’m gonna fucking kill you.”

You laugh at that. So it is by design. The circle of muscle is tight - which means he’s not relaxing like he needs too. You grab a little more lube, rubbing it in before shifting to your middle finger as you press against it. Your head goes down again, mouth on his cock - and Bakugou swallows a sharp moan as you take him into the heat of your mouth again.

With the distraction, you ease your middle finger inside of him so slowly. There’s nothing urgent about it, it’s slow. He is distracted enough that he can’t focus on it. But it’s still there, intrusive and tight. It’s not bad. It doesn't hurt a lot, but it’s weird. It’s weird to have something in you in such a way and for whatever reason - even just like this, Bakugou feels like he can’t breathe. Try as he might to hold it together, he can’t keep himself intact.

“Fuck, that’s weird.” he breathes. You chuckle amused, pulling off a little. You haven’t gotten super far. Only down to your middle knuckle.

“Does it hurt?” you ask, grabbing the lube to pour a little more onto his hot skin. The difference in temperature makes him reel, but he breathes. He manages to see you and it feels fucking weird but it doesn’t hurt. He shakes his head. There’s a sting, but it’s not the worst thing.

“A little, but I can take it. ‘s fine.”

You hum, kissing his cock again affectionately.

“Okay. Good boy. You’re doing good for me.”

He feels it again, your fingers. You’re trying something, but he doesn’t know what. His mouth opens.

“What are you - ?”

And then he feels it. He feels it. It’s so overwhelming, his whole body tenses and he lets out a soft groan. His eyes screw together so tight as he chest heaves. His whole body convulses at the slight brush and all the air, the words - get forced out of him. Pre-cum rolls in a little bead down his shaft. He opens his eyes and he stares at you.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Your prostate. Feel good?”

“Holy fuck, it felt fucking -”

You grin, happy at the realization.

“Really good, right?”

He just nods, unable to do anything else. You hum, inching your middle finger a little deeper. You fuck yourself in and out of him, relishing and how warm he is inside. How soft. His features are flushed, his arm over his head and breathing ragged. His whole body feels like it’s on the edge and it’s so weird - and it hurts a little, but he wants to feel that again.

“You think you can take another one?” you ask softly. He feels like he can’t speak but he forces out another yes. And he feels it, your pointer finger - at his entrance. This hurts a little more, enough that he winces. You stop right away - just the first bend inside as you pour a little more lube.

“Take a deep breath, Katsuki. In,” you instruct, listening while he follows your instruction “Out.”

When he breathes out, you ease yourself in a little bit more. Now he’s stretched out, he can tell. He’s never experienced anything like this in his entire life. He’s felt a lot of things, brutal things as it would be. It’s the nature of a pro, all kinds of odd and scarring injuries.

But this isn’t like anything. Not like anything he’s ever felt in his life. It feels fucking good, so good it’s almost scary. The feeling of just two fingers is hard enough to process, so he can’t fathom the feeling of being fucked. He doesn’t try to. Sweat beads down his forehead at the tenseness of his body. His senses are fried.

You push further and then you curl your fingers up and then you press. His cock drools onto his stomach - leaking like a fucking faucet and Bakugou’s whole spirit erupts into something unruly. Holy shit, what’s happening to him?

“Aaah, shit! Shit, shit, shit.”

You’re merciless. The way your fingers curl up against his prostate is making him lose his fucking mind. All resolve steamrolled away by your careful and nimble fingers, and the laziness of your mouth around his tip. It’s pushing him to the edge in a way he didn’t even know was possible. You spread your fingers wide as if to stretch his hole all the way open, and you do it easily. It aches, it does - but fuck, the feeling of this orgasm is indescribable. The way he can feel it build, the way the cum leaves the pretty tip of his cock. He can’t hold back and if you keep going the way you do - he’s gonna break.

“Fuck, fuck - can’t.. I can’t.”

It almost hurts when you stop. He cries out, pained from the way his orgasm starts to die down. He thrashes a little as you lean up and forward, reaching for the plug. A sob hiccups in his chest, tears blinking at his lashes.

“Why’d you fucking stop -” he grits, angry. You press a kiss to his mouth, shutting him up.

“Wanna see you cum on my cock. That’s all. Stop whinin’”

He whines again anyways, cock angry and frustrated. He’s so on edge, so needy. He’s never wanted to be fucked before but now he feels so inconceivably empty. He hiccups.

“Don’t t-tease me so much, asshole. I wanna cum, wanna -”

You laugh. You’re just as worked up as he is. You don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on before. Not any encounter quite like Bakugou. You’re so wet it’s running, dripping down your thighs. You take your panties off and put on the little boxer briefs. You’ve got the kind of strap that goes on inside of you, but you’re wearing the briefs to secure everything and keep it tight. Bakugou watches as you put it on and inside of you - a little breathless sigh.

“We’ll cum together, baby.” you use your hands to maneuver him. He watches with wide eyes, as your hands get under his knees and push them up. You let your hands fall on either side of his head where he’s greeted with the sight of your chest so slightly in his face. His mind feels twisted as he watches you on your knees.

“I’ll take this out and then I’ll fuck you with this,” you smack the silicone against his thigh “And we’ll cum together. Sounds nice, doesn’t it? If you’re a good boy, I’ll make you cum like that. Can you be good?”

Bakugou stutters. The sudden surge of confidence in your words makes him unable to argue. He nods, and lays back and closes his eyes. He doesn’t mean to get so needy, but you can hear it drip in his voice.

“Fuck.” he groans. He watches while you slip the plug out, watches as you slide the tip so teasingly over the spot where he needs it most. His whole body trembles.

“Answer me. Can you be a good boy for me Katsuki?”

“Hnghh, shit.” he warbles, impatient. You tsk, patting his thigh while you slick a little more lube on him and the toy before placing the lube somewhere he can't see.

“Can you?”

“I can,” he hiccups, voice gone so raw it shakes you. Eyes wide, and desperate, and pleading “I can b-be good, so fuck, please. Please, please - make me fuckin’ cum or ‘m gonna lose it.”

You give him your most audacious grin as you line yourself up. Your clit aches as you see him underneath you. You lean forward, pressing your chest together to give him a kiss. His mind goes so fucking blank, so empty as he feels it. Feels the warm silicone cock fuck against him, and stretch him open so wide. It aches. Fuck it aches so much - it feels like he’s being split in goddamn half. It’s making him crazy, and he doesn't know what to do.

There’s not enough air in his lungs to keep up with the push, the force. The heat and the tension. Everything inside of him is demarcated with need. The incessant urge to be devoured. He feels it, your strap, the way it slides so slowly inside of the tight ring of muscle. How it stretches him open, and how it burns a little no matter how slick you make it. It’s so overwhelming. It makes him teary but it’s not enough pain to make him stop

He’d be so devastated if you stopped.

He clings onto your form, arms finding purchase around your neck as you pin his knees up and push so, so slowly. You fuck into him so frustrating, slotting your lips to his as he moans and whimpers into your mouth. You take your time with it, of course - but he can feel the way he tightens down when he moves. When you thrusts, you can feel it too.

“Haah, shit. I can’t, fuck - it feels so weird.”

“Just weird?” you tease, voice soft. He doesn’t give a reply to that, just whines as your hips ease forward. He watches the concentration apparent on your expression. Your tongue pokes out your bottom lip, brows furrowed as he you fuck into him patiently. You look so fucking hot like that. The serious look on your jaw-bone, the fixation on the tightness. You’re staring hard and fuck, Bakugou loves being looked at. Loves when it’s you that looks at him.

It’s too sensual. Too much, way too much. There’s something languid about it, unmoving about the way you ease. Each inch is more and more of a reason to hold his breath and right when Bakugou starts too, you kiss the column of his throat.

“Deep breaths. Relax, baby.”

You calling him baby doesn’t do anything to help him relax, but he takes a deep breath. It’s shaky, but he manages to take it. It helps, it hurts less when he does so he slows down and takes a few more. It’s so hard to breathe, but he tries.

And he manages, maybe a little unceremoniously. He takes a deep breath and when he does, you press a kiss to the corners of his mouth and go “good boy” ― and that makes him fucking horny. He keeps doing it so you’ll keep praising him. Each time you inch a little further and Bakugou keeps his cool - you praise him so sweetly. It’s so fucking addicting, fucking god.

A few minutes pass, and then so briefly - you move. And he feels it, again - that little jolt of pleasure that’s so blinding it makes him see stars. The pleasure that he feels with his whole body, mind and soul and everything in between. The kind that makes his throat close up, something like a silent scream. He only barely manages to say it.

“Th-there, fuck, there.”

You pull back a little to look at him. You pause, and with a deep grunt - you move your hips and then you hit it. This thrust is angled differently. It feels like somethings on his windpipe, the crushing pleasure driving him up a fucking wall. You can hear it before you can understand it - the sharp whimper that leaves his mouth sounds like music to you. It’s fervent, burning. You need to hear it again, so you thrust, again.

And he means, and his arms go tight. The gravel in his voice goes so high and so fucking whiny. Pathetic and needy. So unusual for someone so composed.

It makes something hot burn in your chest. You thrust again, this time with purpose.

“Yeah? Right there?” you grin, teeth bared almost animal. Bakugou looks at your face and flushes a little.

And you fuck him like that, let your cock rut against his prostate over and over as he goes frantic.

“Don’t be a - hngh shit!”

It hurts, except for when it doesn’t. When it doesn’t, it feels so fucking good and now all it does is feel so fucking good. These flashes of heat that run through his whole body, starting at his scalp. He’s gonna draw blood with how hard he presses. He can’t get over how intrusive it feels. But somehow, that’s the part that’s good. The constant intrusion, the slide, the pounding against his prostate. It all feels damn good.

He can feel it all inside. All of it. It’s so deep - so stupidly, and frustratingly extensive and it feels fucking unreal. He’s been spread and split and how he’s filled so deep. Too fucking much.

Nothing makes sense anymore. Everything inside of him, in his head - is falling apart and you’re no help. You press your forehead to his with this breathless laugh and catch his mouth in a kiss.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” you breathe, annoyingly earnest “You take it so fucking well. You look so good taking it, right now. Do you have any fucking idea how bad you turn me on?”

He groans. He can’t. He really, really can’t. He feels frozen, under the microscope of your want. Lust and desire and tension - everything in his world, what he once knew, is crumbling and it’s happening fast.

“Shut the fuck up, fuck.” he grits as you fuck him. The room fills with the lewd sound as you set a pace. It’s more of a rock than a fuck, but that’s on purpose. You’re taking him through it still, and this rocking motion is the best for both of you. Even then, it’s a lot. All he can hear is the sound of him getting fucked up, and the way you curse under your breath.

“Fuck, Katsuki.”

For a reason he can’t name, that sends him over the metaphorical edge. Everything is spinning as soon as his name tumbles out of your mouth and he wants it too. He wants to return the favor more than he wants anything. Right now, you’re the only thing in his head.

His orgasm is inevitable. It feels like it’ll run him to the ground, and you both know that. You let him relish in the pleasure of this first. You need him to know you like it, need him to know how good it feels to let go. That’s a big part of this.

But it’s all too primal by now. And you can’t hold yourself back from him any longer. When you reach your hand down between the two of you to stroke his cock, you know exactly what you’re doing. It’s covered in pre-cum and you wrap around the base - and you give it a hard and heavy troke.

Bakugou cries out. The impossible happens and it feels so much more intense and all at once. You match the pace of your fist with how deeply you fuck him. It’s undeniable. He’s going to cum and he’s going to cum so hard he’s almost terrified. You keep going anyway. When he tries to tell you what’s happening - you press your lips against his mouth and swallow the noises. You need him to cum so bad.

“Katsuki, be a good boy. Cum for me, fuck - need you to cum for me.”

There it is again, his name from your mouth. A few more seconds pass and something almost prophetic in nature overcomes him. He’s cumming - with his whole body, with his everything. The kind of orgasm that feels like he’s starting to collapse, a blackhole of pleasure. It runs so hot inside of him, cock being fucking milked as he cums. He starts and then he can’t stop, he can’t stop cumming. His toes curl and his body seizes and he’s making a fucking mess as he spurts hot thick ropes of cum into your hands. It’s too damn much, and he’s thrashing underneath you as you fuck him through it.

“Oh my fucking god. Holy fuck, holy fuck - nggh, shit!”

You’re so turned on it’s stupid. It’s almost impractical to feel like this. The friction you get from the toy is good but what’s really doing it for you is Bakugou. The way he looks, sounds, feels. You can’t grapple with it, all you can do is make sure your eyes don’t close. You wish you could burn the visuals into your brain, almost pained you can’t.

You let Bakugou ride his high out for however long he needs. He’s clearly run ragged by the time he’s finished. He’s limp against your sheets, cock gone soft as you give him a few final strokes that make him twitch. You don’t pull out yet, instead undoing your sticky hand from his shaft as you watch him try and catch his breath.

“Should I pull out?”

He groans.

“Don’t fucking ask me that, dipshit.”

“That doesn’t help.”

You press a few kisses against his jaw. It’s so undeniably loving. Bakugous is really in position now, to deny his feelings. No one gets fucked like that and likes it that much unless they’re goddamn head-over-heels.

But he’s too tired to fight it. He’s gonna make you cum at least once before tonight is over. He just needs a breather and the soft sounding of your breathing and warm mouth on his jaw are nice.

You pull out. There’s a soft shlick noise that comes after, that makes him wince. Painfully aware of what just occurred, but it doesn’t bother him like he thought it would. He feels a little empty. It makes him sigh, but it’s not unpleasant. The comedown is exhausting. He’s fucking tired.

But you’re still there, on top of him. When he opens his eyes groggily, you’re kissing the tip of his nose. His defences are lowered. He can’t fight you, so he doesn’t try. There’s beauty in how he lets it happen.

“You okay? Color?”

He’s so tired. Worn out. Emotionally and physically.

He doesn’t fight it, this tenderness. And it’s you - so he doesn’t have too either. He softens a little.

“Green.‘m fine. I still wanna make you cum.” he says through a yawn. You laugh at that.

“After all that?”

“Yes,” he snips, more playful than mean “I was fuckin’ raised right.”

You snort a laugh at that.

“You’re too feisty for someone who just got pegged.” you muse. He rolls his eyes.

“You still wanna be a good boy for me? Wanna make me cum?” you tease, kissing him on the mouth softly.

He groans a little, not upset but wanting. Fuck, the effect you have on him is unmatched. He shudders.

“Fuck, yeah.. yeah.”

You kiss him again and then you switch positions. You lay on your back and let Bakugou shift. He winces, a little sore - but manages to get on his stomach. He watches as you melt into the sheets - and watches as you take your briefs off. The other end of the toy slips out of you with a shudder and you toss it somewhere on the sheets. The air is thick still, heavy with a sleepy kind of lust.

You spread your legs out in front of him and he groans. He’s gonna get hard again if he doesn’t stop looking but your pussy is just so pretty. It’s soft and slick, dripping wet with some hair at the apex. It’s well-kept. He could look at it for hours.

“Shit.” he grits. You smile at him, reaching your hand down to stroke his face. You scratch under his chin with your middle and pointer finger before smoothing his hair back.

“Like what you see?”

“Fuck yeah. I feel like I could make you cum ten times and it still wouldn’t be enough.” he confesses. You laugh a little at that.

“I’m so worked up from fucking you, I don’t think I can go that many times. Just wanna see you between my legs. My good boy.”

He frowns.

“Stop fuckin’ -”

“Aw don’t get bratty on me again, baby. You can be my good boy. I like it.”

He deflates at that.

“Be good for me and make me cum. Wanna cum on your face, pretty boy.”

He doesn’t say anything, but he flushes. If he thinks too hard, he’ll get hard again and he doesn’t think he has it in him to cum again. Even if he does, he doesn’t want to find out.

He busies himself with kissing up your thigh. Every time you let out a soft sigh or noise, something stirs in his gut. The pride is overwhelming. Bakugou has always wanted to prove he’s the best at everything, and somehow right now makes it the most true it’s ever been. He wants to the very best for you, wants to make you feel so fucking good.

You weren’t lying when you said you were worked up. Beyond reasonable doubt, you were. He’s never seen someone get this wet. He doesn’t want to waste too much time on building up. He just wants to give you at least half of what he just got. So he takes his tongue, and drags it slowly over your folds until he’s buried into it.

You gape. The pleasure is honestly unexpected. It guts you almost. You’d been so turned on that the actual contact makes your toes curl right away. You’re pretty sure Bakugou wouldn’t have to eat you out to make you cum almost instantly - and you’re proven right when you feel his tongue snake around your clit. You let out a soft gasp, your hand threading through soft blonde hairs as you rut a little against his face. His chin is getting soaked as he starts to suck on the bundle of nerves.

You’re throbbing and aching, and he doesn’t even need to be putting so much effort. But he is, his hands at your waist as you let him give you head. Good head. It’s so fucking good, doesn’t need any directing from you. He sets a soft pace, sucking and licking and devouring like he’s going to uncover something incredible. And you moan for him - soft praises.

“Fuck, that’s a good boy. Good boy.”

It only makes me want to give you more. He needs to, so he closes his arms around your waist and drags you impossibly close. He really doesn’t need to do as much as he is, but you let him. Start to match the grind of your hips onto his face, dragging your clit over his tongue over and over.

There’s too much tension in your body to hold it. Without meaning too, your orgasm overwhelms you. You take a deep, ragged breath - and grab his face by the roots of his hairs. You take a shuddering breath and hold him close - grinding against his warm mouth.

“Shit, baby - I’m gonna cum.” you announce, and Bakugou grunts into your heat and doesn’t do anything but keep going. Lets you cum hard and fast. Hard, rolling waves of pleasure overwhelm all of your senses as you feel yourself cum hard enough to thrash.

When you finish, Bakugou reluctantly pulls away and crawls back to lay on top of you. His frame is spread over you, heavy and tired. You laugh a little at how exhausted he is, and you can taste yourself when you kiss him. You wipe his chin with your thumb and stick into his mouth, and he doesn’t fight you on it.

“We gotta shower, baby.”

He flushes, just slightly.

“You’re still callin’ me that.” he notes, not sure of what to do. You laugh warmly.

“Cause you are. Kinda stupid to beat around the bush right?”

He sighs, but doesn’t disagree.

“Fuck you.”

“Be good tonight and maybe I’ll let you tomorrow.”

You let your hands travel down his body, until you’re grabbing his ass in the palms of your hands, massaging the flesh with your palms. He glares at you.

“C’mon. Let’s go shower.”

After the heat of the moment, you drag Bakugou to the shower with you. You let him sit on the toilet while you run a bath and the moment is so disgustingly domestic. He doesn’t expect things to feel like this. He’s not stupid. Never has been, so he always knew what the two of you had was different. A little more than friends.

But he was expecting things to be much harder. He was expecting to fight himself on it until the bitter end, to get angry like he normally does. Bakugou knows himself, and he knows that this isn’t just something that happens.

But, when you coax him softly into the bathwater with the stupid nice smelling espom salts, and you rub your damp fingers onto his hickies and talk to him softly - he doesn’t mind. You let him touch you too. It’s not saccharine, the intimacy is so there - maybe you know him better than he thought. Know him enough to ride the line. Maybe when you engage him in normal conversation instead of whispered sweet nothings, you know his ego is too fragile.

And maybe he always knew deep down that he loved you, of course he did. But when you love him like this, when you let him keep his pride intact despite everything - it’s the first time he understands how deeply you love him too.

The kind of love that doesn’t break you more than necessary. The kind that understands your fragility, and preserves it. Whatever kind of love that is. Yours, maybe. Bakugou loves you - he knows this. But he thought it would be hard.

But it’s not with you. Even like this, it’s easy. When you let him wash your back, and his hands tremble because he’s never been good at loving softly. You laugh and tease him, but that makes him feel better. How incredible is it that you can treat him so gently and so not, all at once?

It’s quiet for a little while, and Bakugou wraps his arms around your waist - tentative, until you lean into his touch. He sighs, drops his forehead against your shoulder. The water swishes, and it’s the dead of night - so silent.

“I feel like a fuckin’ idiot.” he confess to you, a rasp to his voice. Your concern is immediate. He’s so exhausted - always tired, but not with you.

“Why’s that?”

“This shit.. I don’t know, it’s not bad.”

You giggle, tender.

“I’m glad it’s not bad?” you offer. He groans again.

“You know what I fuckin’ mean.” he grunts. You press your cheek against his arm, smiling.

“We’re both stupid, at least. I’m surprised too, how easy everything is. Probably won’t always be easy and I don’t know how things will always be. But this,” you trail your fingers on his arms, onto his hands “this feels better than not touching you. I like this more.”

He flushes down to his neck.

“Yeah..” he says, like he’s still too nervous to deny it. But he holds you a little tighter. Gone a little warm. He shuts his eyes. “Me too.”

You hum.

“Hey Katsuki.” you grin. He grunts.

“I love you.”

He goes stiff and you can feel him malfunction a little. He grabs onto you like you’ll disappear, burying his face in your neck. Voice gone soft and tired.

“Idiot.”

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Lock and Key | Bakugou K.

Summary: It all started out as a harmless prank - Denki’s idea, to get the two of you to talk. It was no secret that you had feelings for Bakugou Katsuki, at least, not amongst your friends. Denki had meant well, sure, when he’d handcuffed the two of you together, but when the key goes missing... well, let’s just say, it’s gonna be a long 24 hours.

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x reader

Warning(s): Swearing, that should be it

Notes: Reminder that my requests are open! Let me know what you’d like to see on my page! Hope you enjoy this cute little fic for Bakugou :) I just wanted to write something soft and lighthearted, and cute, so this is that.

You were going to kill Denki. That is, if Bakugou didn’t get to him first.

“Calm down, Bakubro! Murdering one of our classmates would not be very manly of you!”

And if it wasn’t for Kirishima, holding Bakugou back with all of his strength and giving you a sympathetic look as you were dragged along, Denki would’ve been toast. Literally.

“Look, man, I’m sorry!” Denki was saying, hiding behind Mina and Sero, “It’s just a prank, dude, a joke! Don’t kill me!”

“I’m gonna end you, spark plug!” Bakugou growled, “Get over here and get this shit off of me!”

Sero, barely holding back his laughter, said, “Aw, come on, Bakugou, I wouldn’t call y/n ‘shit’!”

For a moment, Bakugou blinks like he’s stunned, but then his murderous glare returns ten fold. “That’s... That’s not even what I meant, dunce face! I meant the handcuffs! Get. Them. OFF!”

You know, from the look Mina is sending you, that you’re blushing.

“Okay!” Kaminari scrambles out from behind the two, smiling sheepishly as he searches all his pockets, “No worries, man, let me just... let me... get the... key...”

Bakugou finally settles down, and you breathe a sigh of relief as he drops his hand, yours falling with it. You rub at your wrist lightly, eyebrows drawn together. You’d been handcuffed to Bakugou for almost ten minutes now, and your wrist was already sore from being yanked around so much.

“What’s taking so long, dunce face?” Bakugou grumbles.

“Well, you see, uhm... okay, listen, don’t be... don’t be mad, bro, just...” Kaminari laughs, eyes wide in fear, voice dropping so low you could hardly hear him, “I can’t exactly find it.”

You yelp in surprise as Bakugou activates his quirk, feeling the heat against the back of your hand.

“What did you say?!”

Everyone winces as he yells, face almost as red as Kirishima’s hair.

“Careful, dude, don’t burn her!” Kirishima says, hand on Bakugou’s shoulder.

Bakugou shoves him off, but listens to him nonetheless, and the heat subsides.

“It’s okay, Kiri, I’m fine.” You tell him quietly.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry,” Denki says, guiltily.

“Yeah, you’re about to be real sorry.” Bakugou says, “If you don’t get these off in the next five seconds!”

“Look, let’s just calm down for a minute, okay?” You say, stepping between the two. You feel Bakugou’s arm tug back against yours, as you move farther away from him, and your blush deepens. “Sorry. Anyway... why don’t we just see if Momo can make an extra key? Right?"

“That’s a good idea!” Kirishima says, optimistically. “See? Everything’s fine.”

“Yeah, why didn’t I think of that?” Kaminari scratches his head.

“Because you’re an idiot.” Bakugou mutters darkly.

Mina purses her lips, shifting back and forth on the balls of her feet. “Yeah, that would be great... Except Momo is visiting her parents, and won’t be back till later tonight.”

And just like that, Bakugou explodes again. “WHAT?!”

...

After a stressful call with Momo, involving Bakugou taking the phone from Mina not once, but twice, and telling her to ‘get her and her stupid ass ponytail back to UA NOW!’, it’s finally decided that you’ll just have to wait it out. Even Bakugou can’t say he’d rather go to Aizawa, because explaining this meant explaining the handprint shaped burns in Denki’s door.

Of course, Momo promises to help as soon as she’s back, but that’s still hours and hours away.

Bakugou, who still practically had steam coming out of his ears, sat beside you on the couch silently. Across from you, the rest of the group watched in sympathy (and fear). No one dared to break the silence, in fear he’d blow up on them again. You couldn’t say you blamed them.

“Come on.” Bakugou’s sudden command startles you.

“What? Where are we going?” You ask, following his lead and standing up (you were getting dragged along, either way).

He rolls his eyes, sighing, “I don’t know, but I’m not just gonna sit around like an idiot all day.”

He doesn’t wait for your response, marching out of the room. You look over your shoulder on your way out, a silent cry for help, and Denki has the audacity to give you a thumbs up and wink. You glare at him, sending your friends into a laughing fit.

“What are they laughing at?” Bakugou mutters, brow raised.

You flush in embarrassment, shrugging. “Dunno.”

The two of you eventually end up in the kitchen. You knew Bakugou could cook, everyone did because he regularly kicked everyone out of the kitchen so he could, but you’d never actually seen him in action. He was much calmer now that the two of you were alone, but the scowl never left his face.

After a few minutes of awkwardly trailing behind him as he gathered ingredients, you mustered up the courage to ask, “Can I help?”

He doesn’t answer for a moment, and you begin to think he’ll just ignore you, before he’s handing you a spoon. “You stir while I chop vegetables. I don’t trust you with a knife.”

Ignoring the backhanded comment, you take the spoon from him, happy he’s letting you help. You stir with one hand, resting the other on the counter beside him, so he can use both hands to chop the vegetables. It’s not easy, trying to cook while handcuffed to the angry blonde, but the two of you eventually find a rhythm.

“So what are you making?” You ask, turning to look at him. His focus is all on what he’s doing, and he looks so serious you try your best not to giggle. Does Bakugou ever just... relax? Still, the way his lower lip just barely juts out and his brow furrows, when he concentrates hard, is really cute.

“We’re making zosui.”

You’re heart does a little flip as he says ‘we’. He doesn’t mean anything by it, you know that, but you still have to turn away in an attempt to hide your smile. As mad as you were at Denki, you had to admit that being able to actually spend time with Bakugou doing something so... normal, domestic? It was nice. You’d spent an embarrassing amount of time daydreaming about a moment like this (except, in your daydreams, you weren’t handcuffed, and maybe there was kissing involved), but you’d never thought it would actually happen. The only time you got to spend time with him outside of class, normally, was if you asked for help with the homework or agreed to spar. But that was rare, these days. Bakugou normally sparred with Kirishima, anyway, and you always felt like a bother when you asked for help.

Sneaking another look at Bakugou, you find he’s already looking at you. He takes the spoon from you, gently bumping his hip into yours to move you out of the way, and you watch as he adds the veggies to the soup. As he stirs them in, he asks you to hand him the spices he’d set out beforehand.

“What, have you never seen someone cook before?” He asks.

You laugh sheepishly, “I ate a lot of microwave dinners growing up.”

The look he gives you is incredulous, borderline angry, and he scoffs. “You’re kidding. That shits terrible for you!”

You laugh, wrinkling your nose.

He meets your eyes for a moment, lips parted slightly, and you raise a brow at him. Before you can ask, his attentions is back on the soup, and he’s quiet again.

It doesn’t take long for the soup to be done, then, after he adds the rice. And you have to admit, even though you hadn’t helped much, you do feel a sense of accomplishment when you sit down to eat a meal that you made yourself.

The two of you sit down beside each other, forced to scoot your chairs so close that your thighs are almost touching. Surprisingly, he doesn’t complain.

“Thank you,” You say quietly, before digging in. “Wow! This is delicious!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” He rolls his eyes, but you recognize the slightly smug look on his face. “You helped.”

You giggle, bumping shoulders with him. “Sure, but you’re the chef, here!”

He hid it behind another bite of food, but you could have sworn you saw him smile, too.

The two of you finish your meal in silence, Bakugou waiting with surprising patience for you to finish eating, before putting the bowls in the sink.

“Thanks.”

He gives you a look, “For what?”

For being so nice.

“For teaching me how to cook!”

He shrugs, muttering out ‘whatever’ in reply.

“So... what do you want to do know?” You ask, hoping his tolerance for your company would last.

You end up back in his dorm, awkwardly huddled together at the head of his bed. He was reading, as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone. The silence wasn’t awkward, like you’d thought it would be. It was comfortable, almost calming. You found yourself getting tired, the more you sat there.

Eventually growing bored of your phone, you turned to see what Bakugou was reading, and started reading the pages yourself. You didn’t think he’d noticed, until he slipped his finger behind the next page to turn it, and paused.

“You done?” He said, quiet and soft, his cheeks tinted the slightest pink.

Your eyes widened, blushing, “Uh, yeah. S-Sorry.”

He turned the page without another word, looking at you from the corner of his eye. You tried to ignore him, pretending to read, before he sighed.

And then, Bakugou began to read to you.

“W-What are you doing?”

He stopped, narrowing his eyes. “Reading, dumbass.” He snapped. “You read slower than me, it’s annoying.”

Despite the backhanded remark, you grinned. “Oh. Okay.”

He started again, sounding significantly less irritated, and you tried to slow the beating of your heart. In all the times you’d imagined hanging out with Bakugou, you had never thought of something this sweet. You especially hadn’t anticipated his voice ever being this soft, and calming.

As he read to you, you shifted closer, eventually resting your head on his shoulder. He faltered for a minute, hiding his fumble with a cough, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge it. It wasn’t until he reached the end of the next chapter that he realized you’d fallen asleep.

And he definitely wasn’t blushing, no, not Bakugou.

Hours later, when Momo and all your friends piled into his room, he whispered harshly, “Wake her up, and I’ll kill you!”

Maybe Denki’s plan had worked out, after all.

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shslrose · 4 years

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SDR2 Boys React to You Flinching

Nagito, Gundham, and Fuyuhiko react to you thinking that they were going to hit you.

Nagito Komaeda

Arguments with Nagito are few and far between, something which you are incredibly grateful for. You cared for him deeply, and he felt the same way about you. After arriving on Jabberwock Island, the two of you spent almost all of your time together. Even after his outburst at the first trial, you stayed by his side.

But, ever since the Funhouse, Nagito had been acting strange. You noticed it immediately, but every time you tried to bring it up, he just brushed you off. You decided you would bring it up again today, so you walked up to his cottage and knocked on the door. Wordlessly, he let you in and closed the door behind you. As you entered, you couldn’t help but notice how tense he seemed; he moved around stiffly, as though something were troubling him.

“Nagito, I’m worried about you,” you said, standing behind him, with no way of reading his expression. “Did something happen in the Octagon-”

“I never asked you to worry about me.” His voice was cold.

“...Nagito?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder and gently turning him towards you. He relaxed into your touch and turned to face you.

You looked into his eyes, and you found nothing but his pained stare aimed back at you. There was a sort of distance in his gaze, as though his mind was somewhere else entirely. Your hand slipped down to his arm as you tried to pull him closer and bring his attention back to the present. You had no way of knowing that right now, he was recalling the events of the Octagon.

Nagito held the Hope’s Peak Academy files in his hands. He turned the pages eagerly, but stopped dead in his tracks when he reached the end of the file and realised he never saw your profile.

Yours were the only one missing...

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He questioned you, his voice calm and unwavering. He closed his eyes as he awaited your response, noting that your hand still rested on his arm. “T-tell you?” You asked. “Tell you what..?”

“That you’re the traitor, obviously.” He opened his eyes then, and you could see a crazed look in his stare. It was almost as if hope and despair swirled within his light eyes.

“What?” You exclaimed, taken aback by the accusation. “I’m not the traitor!”

A sigh of what seemed like annoyance left his pale lips. In one swift movement, he raised his right hand, intending to swat you away from his left arm.

He watched as your body tensed up and you closed your eyes as though you were bracing yourself.

“Y/N… did you… did you think that I…?” His voice was hardly stronger than a whisper, and he couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence.

A soft gasp left your lips. He sounded so hurt and a wave of guilt ran through you. You hadn’t meant to flinch, but when you saw him raise his hand, you just couldn’t help it. Overwhelmed by emotion, you felt tears well up in your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you cried softly, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to stop your tears. You felt Nagito wrap his arms around you, enveloping you into a warm hug.

“No, I’m sorry,” he countered, pulling you close. “I was tricked by Monokuma, he removed your profile from the file to make me suspect you. I was trying to test you to see if you were the traitor, but I took it too far and accidentally scared you. I really am the worst…”

You understood now: Monokuma had made him think you were the traitor, causing him to act cold and distant. When he accused you of being the traitor, it was because he wanted to see your reaction so he could confirm or deny it, but then he had accidentally scared you.

“It’s alright,” you reassured him, leaning further into his embrace.

“Y/N, I swear, I’ll never hurt you.”

In that moment, you felt safe in his arms.

Gundham Tanaka

“Abandon your overdependence and complaints this instant,” Gundham muttered, rolling his eyes. “Those have no place in this world.”

You took a second to think back to how you had gotten to this point. You had come to Gundham’s dorm to spend some time with him, when you found one of Sonia’s fancy pens on his desk. After you brought it up to him, he admitted that he had been studying with her the night before, at which point the two of you had quickly fallen into an intense argument.

“Overdependence?!” You laughed bitterly. “You’re the one who can’t seem to do anything without that stupid princess by your side!”

“Y/N, I’ve already told you, she is but a mere friend!”

“Don’t lie to me!” you shout. “She’s in love with you, it’s obvious! She’s always flirting with you and you never tell her to stop!”

He sighed as he tried to find the right words, but none would come out. You scoffed and turned away from him. He watched as your hips sway as you began to storm out of the room.

“Y/N, you understand nothing at all!” he called out to you, growing less calm with each word. He took a few steps towards you, intending to prevent you from leaving.

“Just stop!” You shouted, as you turned to face him. “I’m done with this, so don’t bother chasing me!”

He threw his hand up in an act of frustration, and you felt a sudden fear that he would strike you. Without thinking, you closed your eyes, letting a quiet gasp leave your lips as you braced yourself. Confusion spread throughout Gundham’s mind as he watched you flinch away from him. His expression quickly softened as he realised he had scared you.

You opened your eyes, and he could see tears welling up in them.

“Y/N...” he said your name softly. There was a gentle kindness in his voice as he spoke to you. “Know this: I shall never harm you. Even if it is our destiny to clash, even if my devilish temper flares…”

You threw yourself into his arms then, allowing him to envelop you in a warm embrace. “I know,” you cried quietly against his chest.

“I...I love you, Y/N.” He declared boldly, his face reddening as he did so.

“..?!” You couldn’t help but gasp at his words.

“I love you, and only you,” Gundham affirmed as he held you in his arms.

“I love you too, Gundham.”

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

It was nearly two in the morning, and your boyfriend, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, was still not home. He had left earlier that evening on some Yakuza business, saying he would be back before midnight, and so you grew more worried with each minute that passed. It was a dangerous, not to mention illegal, line of work, but he was dedicated to his family business. You couldn’t help but worry for his safety every time he left the house.

You paced around your shared bedroom anxiously, a million thoughts racing through your mind. You were just beginning to consider calling his phone when you heard the doorknob turn.

Fuyuhiko walked in, and you let out a sigh of relief. You ran over to him, pulling into a hug.

“Fuyu~!” You exclaimed, making him blush at the use of the nickname.

“I-I told you to stop calling me that..!” He scolded you, but you had a sneaking suspicion that he liked it.

“I’m so glad you’re ok!” You admitted as you let go, releasing him from the embrace. You noticed that he smelled lightly of cherry blossoms.

“Tch, of course I’m okay,” he scoffed. “You didn’t need to wait up for me.”

“‘Of course I’m okay’?” You repeated back to him, narrowing your gaze as you did so. “What’s that supposed to mean? You said you’d be back by midnight and it’s nearly two in the-”

“Would you stop treating me like a damn kid!?” He spat angrily. “I said I’m fine, so just leave it alone.”

Even with you, he still had his outbursts sometimes. It’s late, you reasoned, he’s just tired or something.

“I’m not trying to treat you like a kid,” you tried to explain. “I was just worried about you, alright? You could have sent a text or something, I didn’t know if you were okay and I was starting to think something bad happened.”

“I never asked you to worry about me!” He snapped. “I’m not just some Yakuza, I’m the heir to my clan… I can take care of myself, so would you quit fucking worrying!”

“You’re not invincible, Fuyu!” You shouted, growing angrier. “I know that you’re strong, but that doesn’t mean everything is in your control!”

“So what, it’s in yours?!” He scoffed. “You obviously don’t think I can handle shit out there...You’re just like Peko, always treating me like a damn kid…!”

“Huh..?” You asked, confused. “Peko..what does she have to do with this?”

His eyes widened slightly at your question, and he quickly avoided it. “N-nothing! I was just.. Ugh, just forget it!”

“Okay.. look, I don’t want to argue with you,” you said softly, trying to diffuse the situation. “I’m just saying it’s hard for me when you just disappear without a text-”

“And what would a fucking text do?” He spat, ridiculing your suggestion without mercy. “What, tell you where to find my damn corpse? How fucking useless…Stop worrying all the damn time and just get over it!”

His words cut you deep, causing tears to well up in your eyes. You heard him let out a strained sigh. He raised his hand up to his head in an act of frustration. Your tears clouded your vision, and for a moment you thought he was going to strike you. Fear ran through your heart as you flinched and stumbled back a few steps, falling onto the bed behind you.

“Y/N…? What the hell are you…?” His eyes widened with realization. “...! D-don’t tell me you… you thought I was going to…!”

You couldn’t even reply, the words choked up in your throat as tears rolled down your face. In an instant, he was kneeling in front of you.

“Y/N, I’m so fucking sorry,” he apologized profusely. “I...I..How could I have..fuck, I’m sorry.”

He sighed again before continuing, “It’s no excuse but… Peko got hurt tonight. She jumped in front of me, like I needed protecting or some shit… always treating me like a damn kid…”

“Is she alright?” You asked, immediately feeling concerned for his close friend.

“Yeah, she’s gonna be okay. The whole thing just had me on edge tonight, and I took it out on you.. That’s not okay, and I shouldn’t have yelled at you. And..I’m sorry for scaring you, I...I never want to make you worry like that again. I’ll work hard to earn your forgiveness, and your trust.”

“It’s alright, I forgive you,” You assured him that you forgave him, in order to repeat the events of the last time he kneeled during an apology (in which he ended up slitting his stomach). “I’m not scared of you.. It was just an instinct, I guess…”

“Still, I was wrong to yell at you like that,” he admitted, avoiding your gaze.

“I told you, it's alright.” You assured him again, before giving him a teasing smile. “Now, will you finally come to bed with me, Fuyu~”

“I-I told you not to call me that, damnit!” His voice cracked slightly as he spoke, and his face was dusted pink. Still, he joined you, wrapping his arms around you as the two of you cuddled in bed.

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Read Part Two (Hajime, Kazuichi, and Izuru react to you flinching) here!

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a/n - thank you for reading this, oh and requests are open, so send some in!

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willowbleedsonpaper · 4 years

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Shattered (Part 2)

James Potter x Reader

Read the first part here!

W.C. : 8055... sorry (?)

Warnings: Blood, sadness, heartbreak, my english, I didn’t proof read, that it is 01:00 am. Idk, you tell me :)

A/N: I dont know if this is what you all requested, I hope you like it and that you enjoy it. Thank you so much for your patience, I know I’m a slow writer but we can blame my brain for getting distracted way to easily. I spent one hour looking for a song I listened to years ago in the middle of writing this, and that was just today. Again, thank you for your patience.

Likes, reblogs, comments and keyboard smashes are appreciated.

Sirius stayed back with a knot in his stomach, the anticipation he felt as he saw you and James walk out of the Gryffindor common room more than he could bear. You had led James with the hold of your hand, looking back at Sirius with a small smile before you disappeared from his sight. He knew what you were about to do. He knew and he fought every single nerve in his body to not follow the two of you, rocking on his feet as he awaited your arrival.

His stomach dropped at the sight of James, walking back all alone. He raised his eyes over the people crowded at the entrance, waiting for your bright smile to meet his eyes, but you never arrived. James was all alone.

“Prongs.” he called his friend as he walked past them “Where are you going?” he held back from asking about you. It was clear you weren’t coming back.

James stopped at the stairs to the dorms, his hand supporting his weight on the wall “It’s been a long week.” he muttered, voice barely audible over all the fuzz “I’m going to bed.” he stated, never meeting his friends face as he kept his face low.

Sirius placed his cup down, walking over his friend who had gotten up the stairs. He called his name without a response, jumping the last steps towards their dorm “James!” he called once he catched up to him, placing his hand on his shoulder to stop him.

James jumped at the feeling of his hand, finally lifting his head. His cheeks were stained with tears, his lower lip trembling as he stared at Sirius “Not now, Pads.” he mumbled, taking his hand from his shoulder and letting it fall “Not now.”

Sirius froze there, not saying a word as James closed the door behind him. He had learned when to leave James alone, walking down the steps back to the common room with a defeated feeling in his chest. Your name popped in his head as he remembered his words to you.

I don’t think he’s pretending anymore.

What had he done?

He never made it back to his group of friends, his cup long forgotten in one of the tables of the common room. He walked as fast as he could, ignoring the looks from students as his head turned at every possible spot you could be, his feet with a mind of its own as he ended up at the door of your dorm.

His hand shook as he neared the door, the soft twist of the knob making his stomach wake with a thousand feelings, his palms sweaty as he pushed the door open.

He called your name softly, heart beating fast inside his chest. His eyes adapted quickly to the darkness, moving wildly all over the room to find nothing. He was about to give up, pulling the door with him as he walked out when a flicker of light caught his eye. He frowned, going back inside looking for the source of the little light, the crunching sound of something under his weight making him stop instantly. He took a few steps back, the flicker blinding him once more as he crunched down and suddenly he saw it. Sharp pieces of what looked like a mirror were scattered all over the floor.

He stayed there for a second, the thud sound coming from the bathroom making him go there, his knuckles touching the wood as he placed his ear over the door. “Y/N?” he called again. Not getting a response, he opened the door, the light bright in comparison to the room. And there, sitting on the cold tiled floor, he saw you hugging your knees as you sobbed quietly.

“Oh, darling.” he muttered, kneeling to your side in a second.

Your grip around your legs tightened, turning to your side to avoid looking at him. You ignored his calls and questions, his soft voice making the knot on your throat tighter as you wanted nothing more than left yourself cry and scream. You wanted to scream the pain away.

“Just leave, Sirius.” you said in between sobs, hiding your face in the piece of clothing in your hands.

But he couldn’t bring himself to leave you, his eyes widening in worry as he saw you crumble down again. Your sobs were loud once more as you angrily cleaned the tears from your face. His face fell on the one thing you clung onto, his heart falling down inside his chest as he recognized the fabric as the sweater James had gifted you. He didn’t know what to do, this was his fault! You told him not to give you hope and nevertheless you listened to his foolish advice. You went ahead and confessed everything to James. It was his fault you were in so much pain and he didn’t know how to make it better. He wasn’t sure he could. Sirius wasn’t good at this, he had never been in this position before. He couldn’t tell you it would be alright, that it would stop hurting at some point. He couldn’t give you advice because he knew that was his mistake in the first place. He could only do the one thing he knew worked for him, the thing James himself did for him. Be there for you.

“I’m sorry.” he mumbled, his hand going to hold your hand, the feeling of warmth making his heart stop. He immediately let go, holding his palm up to the light to see the red stains there, his face snapping at you as he went to the sink, grabbing a small towel from there as he rushed back to your side “Y/N, you’re bleeding.” he said hurriedly, clutching your hand against his and carefully tapping the soft fabric over your palm.

Your head snapped up instantly, finally turning to him as he held your hand, seeing the small cuts on your palms “I thought it stopped.” you told him, voice raspy as you sat straight.

He shook his head, taking your other hand in his as he began cleaning that one too “You knew you were bleeding?” he asked.

You nodded your head “I-uh..I tripped while holding my mirror.” you lied “Stopped the fall with my hands but ended up falling over the broken mirror. I cleaned them before, I thought they had stopped bleeding.” you said with an apologetic look.

He gave you a questioning look but said nothing about it “Don’t they hurt?” he asked, the worry in his voice rising as he saw you shake your head “You felt them, right?”

You shrugged your shoulders, letting him clean your palms. “I felt them, they don’t hurt.” you stated.

His movements slowed down considerably, the towel like a feather over your skin. He looked up at you through his lashes, your void eyes making him look away immediately. You stayed in silence for a long while, him noticing your wounded knees as well and doing careful work on them.

Once he was done, he stayed there by your side. You didn’t have the energy to tell him to leave, to remind him that he was on the wrong side of this messy situation and that he belonged at his best friend’s side.

“You should go and get some rest, Sirius.” you said, not looking at him but in front of you, staring at the same spot you had been staring for a while now “It’s past midnight.”

He didn’t realize when he got back to the floor again, both of you sitting there like two defeated warriors. He certainly felt defeated, the prospect of the weeks ahead not giving him any hope.

“They won’t notice I’m gone.” he said in a whisper. “The party is still going, your friends are still there too.”

You frowned, a dry chuckle leaving your throat “They’re hardly my friends, just good company and nice roommates.” you said, not giving it so much importance as you lifted your head from his shoulder, not realizing when you had leaned on him in the first place, and moved to sit in front of him, your legs crossed so the two could fit in the small space “You know for a fact they will be looking for you.” you said as firmly as you could muster “Did you tell anyone you were coming here?”

He shook his head, his hair falling to the sides of his head when he looked down “I didn’t even know where I was going.” he admitted with a humorless laugh “I saw James alone and after I talked to him I went to look for you. I was about to leave when I saw…” his words trailed down, dying on the tip of his tongue as he remembered the broken mirror on the room.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, the mirror coming back to your head as the crashing sounds replayed in your memory over and over again. He caught you on your lie.

“How’ s James?” you asked in a whisper, not really knowing what you expected to hear.

“He’s, I- I really don’t know.” he admitted “He went straight to bed and asked me to leave him alone.”

You nodded your head, moving your hair out of your face, taking a good look at Sirius for the first time that night. He looked more broken than you felt, his face was contorted in pain as he never met your eyes. “Sirius.” you called him with a soft smile, his eyes lifting to look at you “Why does it look like you’re the one with a broken heart?” you asked.

He remained silent for a while, studying your face as you waited for his answer “It’s my fault.” he murmured “You told me not to give you hope and that’s exactly what I did.”

Your smile turned into a sad one, playing with your hands and the little charm on the bracelet you wore “It’s not your fault I fell for him.” you told him “We made a deal and I knew why he was doing this. If anything, it’s James' fault for being so bloody charming.” you said with laugh, the single tear running down your cheek betraying you and the pang you felt in your chest.

Sirius handed you a tissue, watching you clean your cheeks “Maybe there is no one to blame.” he said lightly “You can’t tell your heart how to feel, right? Not your fault.” he said, lifting a finger as he counted “I tried to help and it went awfully wrong.” you chuckled at his words, a second finger lifting as he sighed “And James can’t tell his heart how to feel either.” he dropped his hand, looking at you.

You nodded, pursing your lips but not disagreeing with him. “Who are you and what did you do with Sirius?” you joked, watching him roll his eyes “When did you become so wise?” you asked and he shook his head.

“Like an hour ago.” he blurted, making the both of you laugh trutfully for the first time in the night. “I should probably go.” he said with a sigh, standing from the floor and helping you to your feet, you walked in silence to the door of your dorm. He stopped there, turning one last time as he gave you a quick hug, murmuring goodnight at the side of your head.

He was a few stairs down when your fingers wandered back to the bracelet in your wrist, your eyes falling back as you held the small charm in between your fingers “Sirius!” you called him as you ran down the few steps he had taken, unfastening the chain and pulling it away. “Can you take this with you?” you asked him, holding it up for him to see “Please.”

He looked at it, his eyes moving from the bracelet and up to you. “What should I do with it?” he asked, opening his palm and you softly placed it over his hand, closing his hand in a fist.

You lifted your eyes to his, hugging yourself as you shrugged “Whatever you want.” you said, letting your shoulders fall. He bit his lip, nodding his head and putting the bracelet inside his pocket. A sigh left you as you saw him “Thank you.” you whispered.

He smiled tightly at you, nodding his head in your way “Of course.” he said, leaving you and your dorm behind for the night.

“Sirius?” Remus’ voice echoed in the common room, the place a mess as he made quick work in cleaning the space. The sound of footsteps caught his attention, walking to the stairs with the hope of seeing him there only to find Peter “Anything?” he asked desperately.

Peter shook his head, the sigh that left Remus’ lips cut short “Remus, I think Sirius can wait.” Peter said urgently, getting a confused look from Remus “It’s James.” he pointed up to where their dorm.

Remus dropped the bag in his hand, doubtfully following Peter “What about James?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” He answered, signaling for Remus to follow as he jumped the last steps up, pushing the dorm open.

Remus walked inside, Peter close on his tail. He didn’t see anything weird at first, checking Sirius’s bed before his eyes fell on the empty bed beside it. He looked around, looking for his friend when Peter lifted his hand, pointing right to the window and the figure sitting there.

“Prongs?” he called hesitantly, walking near until he was sitting next to him. When he got no answer he turned to Peter, the same Peter who just shook his face and pointed back at James with the shrug of his shoulders. Remus tilted his head, a sigh leaving his lips as he patted the place next to him for Peter to sit. “James.” he called firmly.

James only moved his head, resting his head on his knees as he hugged his legs. The sniffing sounds coming from him filling the room “I fucked up, Moony.” he muttered “I fucked up real bad.”

Remus wondered what he could be referring to, Peter looking between his two friends with the same confusion written all over his face. They weren’t left in the dark for long, James pouring his mind and heart out to his friends as they listened carefully. Not one thing was left unsaid, not the deal, the gifts he gave you, his initial plan to make Lily jealous, everything that happened that night, everything he didn’t understand.

“You were pretending all this time?” asked Peter, voice shaky as he awaited for them to confirm he understood everything, but Remus’ look towards James made him stay in silence.

If looks could kill, James would be dead. And if there was something worse after death he would be there as well. The silence was so thick, James felt like breathing became hard, swallowing the lump in his throat as he looked down at the floor, not having the courage to look his friend in the eye.

“You’re an idiot.” said Remus. Nothing else. He left the words settle in, not giving a further explanation as he saw the guilt stir inside James’s chest.

“I know Moony, but…”

“There is no but here. You already know you fucked up, you said it yourself.” he said, his voice awfully calm as his face screamed a thousand emotions no one could nor wanted to name.

James felt the tears gathered in his eyes once again, holding Remus’ gaze with a shaky stance. He cursed under his breath, running his hands through his hair until he reached his face, hiding in the safety of his palms “I don’t know what to do.” he admitted, words muffled but clear to everyone in the room.

The door opened before anyone could say anything, the three friends turned towards the sound as they watched Sirius walk inside. He was completely oblivious to his friends all gathered around James, his steps faltering once he met the eyes of all on him.

“We looked for you everywhere.” said Peter with a nervous smile “You left the party early.”

Sirius opened his mouth, the words forming on his tongue and dying there.

“You went to see her.” James said, voice low as he met Sirius’s eyes “Didn’t you?”

Sirius turned his eyes away at the mention of you, walking to his bed and taking his jacket off. He moved slowly around the room, head low as he avoided the answers he knew he would have to give sooner or later.

Remus called his name, successfully making him snap out his trance.

“Yeah, I did.” he said, doubtful if he should go and sit with them or keep his distance. But once Peter and Remus moved to the sides and made some space for him to join he didn’t hesitate.

“How is she?” James asked, leaning his body forward.

“Better now.” he said dryly, not knowing how to explain the state he found you in. Not knowing in what state he left you in.

“What do you mean better now?” asked James in confusion, a frown set deep in his face.

Sirius shook his head “It would be better if you two talked.” he said.

Remus chuckled, looking down before he met the confusion of all his friends at the sudden sound leaving his lips “I can’t believe I’m saying this but he’s right.” he said, cocking his head in Sirius’s direction.

They all laughed, the air turning lighter as their laughs died down.

The subject wasn’t addressed for the rest of the night, all of them going to sleep a couple of hours later with their hearts heaving inside their chests. You had always been friends with the Marauders, more close with James, but still. They would be, in a way, losing a friend. They knew how you acted, how you thinked, you would keep your distance from them at all cost.

This plagued the minds of everyone as they went to sleep, some successfully getting some sleep while others didn’t have the chance.

Getting out of bed was easier than you thought it would be. The ticking of the clock making you open your eyes earlier than most days, there was no point in staying in bed. You went to the bathroom and followed your routine, getting changed for the day in your robes.

Twenty minutes later you were making your way through the empty halls of the castle, taking your time in getting to the Great Hall for breakfast as you enjoyed the chill morning air blowing in your face. You nuzzled your face in your scarf, feeling the soft material against your skin when the faintest of smells caught your nose, making your feet slow down as you looked down to the scarf. The pit in your stomach grew as you realized it wasn’t your scarf, not really, but the one James gifted you. There was no telling them apart, they were exactly the same scarf, except for the fabric that still lingered with his scent. It was clear for you it was his scarf, but no one else could know, so you kept going like nothing happened. In a way, he would be with you the rest of the day.

The day was just like any other for anyone watching, for anyone paying the minimum of attention. You made the effort of not standing out, which was an easy task, keeping yourself surrounded by your housemates in meals and during classes. No one even questioned you, no one asked where you went the previous night when you left with James, why you didn’t return. For the outside world you were still with James. For them, the previous night never happened.

You envied them, but at the same time you didn’t. You wanted the hurt to stop, but you didn’t regret telling James how you felt. You tried and he didn’t feel the same way. Now it was time to heal. Time for you to move on.

Only thing was, James remained one of the most popular students at Hogwarts. He was James Potter, Transfiguration prodigy, Captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team, known prankster and one of the Marauders. Everyone heard his name at least once a day and you weren’t the exception. Actually, you were far from being the exception, his name followed you everywhere you went.

Two weeks had gone by and you had managed to successfully avoid him. Of course you saw him walk around the castle, your steps faltering at the sound of his voice, your eyes staring at him longer than you should, your heart skipped a beat at the sound of his name, but you never actually interacted with him, and for that you were grateful. You made sure you always were with someone by your side, you shared most of your classes with your best friend and in the ones you didn't’ you kept mostly to yourself, engaging with the professor and other students as you normally would. You went on with your life the way you did before James, before the deal.

“Miss Y/LN.” Professor Mcgonagall called after class, your heart beating fast inside your chest as you slowly packed your things and walked to her desk, making time until everyone had walked out of the classroom.

“Professor.” you said, standing in front of her “Is there something wrong?” you asked, your voice surprisingly firm as you said it.

“Oh, no.” she said, looking up at you through her glasses “On the contrary.” she pulled a parchment form beneath her desk, opening it for you to see. A sigh left your lips as you saw the list she showed you “Are you still looking for someone to tutor?” she asked, her smile widening as she said it.

You nodded your head, your excitement matching hers.

“In that case, I have the perfect candidate.” She said “It’s nothing complicated, he needs help in a few subjects and only for the upcoming exams if he wants to keep his position in the Quidditch team, and I have a feeling you will be happy to tutor him.”

“Really?” you asked, getting confused by her confidence in her choice “Who is it?”

She looked up at you, an amused smile playing on her lips “Potter, of course.” she said.

Your smile fell instantly and it didn’t go unnoticed by her, putting her parchment down as she focused on you “Is there something wrong?” she asked in concern.

You looked at her, smiling tightly “No. I mean, well… we’re not dating anymore.” you muttered the last words, sitting in the table behind you without a care if it was appropriate or not.

Just like yours, Professor Mcgonagall’s smile fell from her lips “Oh dear,” she said with a sympathetic look on her face “Well it matters not if you are in a relationship with Potter or not, right now he is the only student who matches your schedule.”

You knew what she meant. You started tutoring to get higher grades in your classes, you needed that extra, heartbroken or not.

“Of course,” you said, accepting the papers from her and reading quickly over her neat handwriting “Fridays at the library.” you said, Professor Mcgonagall nodding in approval as you went through the details.

Not five minutes later you were walking out of her classroom, papers in hand and your spirit lost once more. Why must fate be so cruel?

James walked the halls of Hogwarts inside his own head. Friends waved in his way, professors called his name, people told him to watch where he was going. He waved back by pure memory muscle, not even noticing who he was waving back to; he hid inside his shell and ignored the words of his professors, words going in one ear and out through the other; he didn’t even stood for himself against others, muttering a low apology as he kept on his way. He was living on automatic.

Friday evening, the clouds rolled on the sky as the sun started to set in the horizon, making the day darker and darker as he made his way to the library, the place with just enough light from the candles to walk around. He wanted to be somewhat prepared for the session with his tutor. He was supposed to meet with his tutor for the first time that day, Professor Mcgonagall giving him the details earlier that day, with a hard look on her face as she said he should be lucky to have the tutor she chose for him, but never actually giving their name.

He needed this, he needed to keep up with his grades if he wanted to play quidditch, not even stay captain, just so they would let him play.

For the past two weeks, Quidditch and his friends were the only thing keeping him at float, the only things that prevented him from sinking in the guilt he could feel around him, slowly reaching his neck, barely keeping his head out. He couldn’t afford to lose one of those things.

He sat at the table farthest inside at the library, the book about the subjects he needed help the most open in a line in front of him. The words never settled as he read over and over the same page. He grunted, pushing the book away as the ones beside it fell to the ground.

“What did the books ever do to you?” his face snapped up at the voice, meeting red hair and a bright smile. Lily placed the books back on the table, slowly taking the chair in front of him.

He raised an eyebrow, the sinking feeling in his chest lifting the slightest as Lily sat there with him “Are you my tutor?” he asked suspiciously.

Lily scoffed, looking at him before she rolled his eyes, shaking her head and resting her back against the chair “I have enough work with my classes as it is.” she said, looking over all the books he had gathered.

“Here I thought you were looking to spend more time with me.” he smirked, smiling but the facade falling as quickly as it appeared. He couldn’t even act like he once did.

She smiled, looking up at him in confusion “Aren’t you and Y/N dating?” she asked.

And then it dawned on him, they never officially broke up. No one knew what happened that night, not even he was sure what happened. “Yeah,” he muttered, head low as he scratched the back of his neck “Not anymore.” he added, looking up to see Lily’s reaction.

She raised her eyebrows, leaning back and crossing her arms over her chest “Thats’ a shame.” she said, taking James by surprise “You were almost tolerable when you two started dating.”

“What?” he blurted out.

“That’s why I’m here.” she explained, and James gave her a dirty look, earning a chuckle from her “You didn’t think I was here for you, did you?” he muttered a No under his breath, the smile on Lily’s face growing but she said nothing about it “I’ve been looking for her all over the castle, I just can’t find her.” she explained.

“Why are you looking for her?” he asked, his voice suddenly flat as all emotion was drained from him.

She chose to ignore it, sensing the change in his mood as soon as he mentioned her “You know, it’s not important.” she brushed it off, taking her bag from the floor “I’ll find her by myself later.”

She said her goodbyes, starting to walk when his hand grasped her wrist “Lily.” he said, her eyes never meeting his. “Why are you looking for YN?” he asked again, never letting go of her wrist. Lily had a hard look on her, shaking his hand out of his grasp, lifting her head as her eyes softened.

“Y/N.” she breathed out, James' face turning into one of confusion until a sense he found himself missing every day for the past two weeks filled him once more.

You smiled tightly, hand over the handle of your bag as your eyes moved up from where their hands were second ago. Looking immediately at Lily with a more warmer smile.

“Hi, Lily.” you greeted her, not once meeting James’ eyes “I can come back later, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Not at all,” she said, her body acting by itself as it leaned forward to talk but the words never appeared, her sudden burst of energy dying down as she looked down at James. Her face fell but she covered it up quickly with a smile, reaching for her bag on the chair “I was just leaving, I’ll see you both around.” She bid her goodbyes and walked away.

You followed her with your eyes, until her red hair disappeared in between the shelves.

“I guess you are my tutor.” James broke the silence and you finally looked at him, the pit in your stomach growing. You took the chair where Lily sat before, nodding your head at him “Y/N, I…”

“I am,” you confirmed, taking the chair where Lily sat before “I thought we could start with Herbology, since it’s your worst subject.” you said, cutting him short “I thought we could leave Charms and Transfiguration for last, you’re good at those and you’ll need little to no help.”

“Right.” he muttered, leaning back when you moved away from him. Taking a little too long in getting your notes, practically burying your face in your bag.

The session was long, meeting once a week having its burden but one you were ready to carry. You had to help him with most of the subjects, but he was clever and you already knew how to teach him. He was doing most of the talking, asking questions when he got stuck in something. You wanted to smile, a soft smile forming but holding it back as you looked down at him. He was really clever, but he doubted himself, most of the session based on his questions to ensure he had the right point or idea.

“It’s getting late.” James said, closing his book softly as he stretched his arms over his head, a yawn escaping him as he pressed his eyes shut. He returned his eyes to you, your own gaze lost on some spot behind him “Y/N?” he asked, waving a hand before you.

“Huh?” you asked softly, your eyes taking a little longer to snap back to reality, immediately falling to the now empty table “Right.” you muttered, grabbing your things and shoving them down your bag.

“Hey, Y/N.” said James, lowering his head to meet your eyes “I think we need to…”

You didn’t let him finish “I’ll see you next Friday. If you need anymore help, just find me and we can arrange something.” you repeated the speech you had been going over in your head long before you arrived at the library, watching him nod you breathe out in relief “Goodnight.” you said, walking past him and out of the library, everything James wanted to say left hanging in the air.

“Hello, stranger.” you slowly raised your head, your blank look softening as you moved your things to the side.

“What are you doing here Sirius?” you asked with amusement, turning to the side towards his usual spot, Remus and Peter deep in conversation to even notice your eyes on them.

He scoffed, taking the seat with an offended look “Two weeks.” he said, palm hitting the table with each word “Two weeks since we last talked and you ask what am I doing here?”

You shrugged, making a face as you lowered your head “I’ve been here all the time.” you said back “Besides, we’ve gone longer without exchanging a word and the world it’s still spinning.”

“Glad to see you missed me.” he muttered, grabbing pieces of fruit from your plate despite you slapping his hand away “Stop doing that, I’m stealing your food anyway.” he hissed, stretching his hand when you took your plate away from him.

You gave up in the end, giving him the plate which he took with a smile “I’m going to class now.” you said, watching him nod “Do you need anything?” you asked him, grabbing your bag and standing, Sirius doing the same and following your steps.

“I’ll walk with you.” he said, grabbing one last piece of apple and walking with you.

You didn’t fight him, walking out of the Great Hall and turning right only to be tugged the opposite way. You complained but it was of no use, your hands pointing back as Sirius led you, his grip on your shoulders difficult to fight. “You do know the way to dungeons is the opposite of where we are going, right?”

“Of course.” he said, satisfied enough with your path, he let go of you and walked by your side.

“Just making sure.” you murmured, watching him as he walked peacefully “Sirius.” you called “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” he said too quickly, the raise of your eyebrow making nothing to break him. “It’s nothing, I swear!”

“Right.” you laughed, shaking your head.

The walk, even though long, was enjoyable. You actually had missed Sirius, you missed them all. One month of having all your meals and spending all your free time with the Marauders was enough to make you miss it like it was your home. You missed the laughs, Sirius jokes and shameless flirting, you missed the blush rising up Remus’ neck at Sirius flirting, you missed having a serious and yet fun conversation with Remus about anything that came to mind, his wise words and sharp mind; you missed Peter, his sense of humour and never ending source of snacks, you missed sharing your food with him and sneaking them into class. You didn’t realize how much you missed them until Sirius told you all about them and how they were.

“You know you can always join us.” he said, the sad smile forming in your lips making him nudge your side with his elbow “I’m Sirius.” he said, wiggling his eyebrows as he walked backwards, entering the classroom with a smirk “No one is stopping you but yourself.” he said, walking to his seat next to James.

All consideration about sitting with them dying as soon as you met his eyes, holding your gaze for a second as he eyed you. His eyes moved away, the smile returning to his face but not completely, it didn't reach his eyes like it had before he saw you.

The pit in your stomach grew, letting your body fall to your chair as you dropped your bag on the floor. You sighed heavily, holding your head in your hands and waiting for the class to start. It was bound to be a long week.

“You can’t keep doing that.” Remus said that night in their common room.

“Do what?” Sirius asked, his eyes never meeting Remus’ as he threw the caramel in his hand at Peter, who catched it from the opposite side of the couch with a triumphant smile. Sirius threw a fist in the air, turning to Remus when he felt his glare on him “Use your words, Moony.”

“You have to stop taking Y/N’s attention away from James every time he’s with Lily.” he said, backing away as Sirius shushed him. “It’s friday, he’s with his tutor.” he reminded him, his body visibly relaxing as he flopped down on the couch.

“I’ll do it as long as I can.” Sirius said in a whisper “And you’re no one to talk, Mr. Glares.” he mocked, his eyes hardening in an attempt to mimic Remus’ look. Even Peter laughed at that, covering his mouth when Remus shot yet another glare at him.

“What is that even supposed to mean?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“Oh, please. Don’t tell me you don’t feel how your face brings winter upon us every time you see James with Evans”

“That’s what upsets you?” Sirius asked in disbelief “Not that they’re both heartbroken?”

“They knew what they were doing from the beginning. It 's sad? Yes, but…” he paused, shaking his head “I just want James and Y/N being friends again.”

“Or more.” Peter mumbled, making both Sirius and Remus groan as they stared at him. “No.” they said in unison.

James sat at the library, head buried deep in a book. His hand fumbled in the inside of his pocket, the soft clicking of metal sounding over the soft murmurs of the many voices at the library. He looked up at the clock again, you were rarely late. He got up, walking through all the shelves and checking every other table. You were nowhere to be found.

He sat down with a sigh again, reading over the notes and all the questions he had over the week about his assignments. He considered looking for you, taking you up on your offer to arrange something else, but Lily stopped him on his way looking for you.

He saw you walk out of your classroom, talking with some of your friends as you made your way to your next class. He spent most of the previous night working on his essay but for every question he found the answer for he came up with three more. In the end, he gave up and waited to talk to you in the morning. Following close, he avoided all the people in his way as he jogged up to your group, coming to halt a few feet from you when he heard his name being called. He turned, watching Lily walk up to him.

He stepped back, meeting her in the middle “Evans.” he said, smiling in her way. His eyes glanced at you, finding you already looking at him. Your eyes moved away from him, head low as you and your friends walked away. James sighed, focusing on Lily in front of him “What is it?” he asked, leaning in the wall behind him.

“Remember the other day I was looking for Y/N?” she asked, fumbling inside her bag as he hummed in response “Well, I found something of hers. I believe you gave it to her.” she said, pulling from her bag a thin silver chain, the small charm hanging from the end.

James watched the bracelet with sadness, taking it from Lily’s hand “Where did you find it?” he asked, the coldness of the chain in his hand making his heart drop.

“The tree by the Lake.” she answered “I was going to give it back to her but then you said you weren’t together anymore. She showed it to me, you know? Well, everyone actually. She was so happy she showed it to everyone at our table.” she chuckled.

“Right” he said, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried and failed to remember that specific time. You told him all about your attempts to annoy Lily. Then it hit him, you weren’t pretending.

“Anyway, I thought better give it back to you.” Lily said, walking a few steps and then stopping “You know? Whatever happened between you two, I’m sure you can work it out. You looked happy together, both of you.” and with that she left, Marlene waited for her at the end of the hall as they disappeared in the distance together.

He didn’t want to bother you anymore, getting rid of the bracelet he gave you clue enough to know you didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. He blinked fast, his vision blurry for a second as one tear fell down his cheek. Why was it so hard?

You were friends! You were one of his best friends. He trusted you and that’s why he asked for your help, you knew him better than most, you were used to being together, so what changed? You had kissed before your deal, held hands, hugged, every couple thing you did you had done before. Why was he asking himself what changed? He didn’t like you in that way, he told you so. Or did he?

“I’m so sorry.” your voice snapped him out of his trance, his eyes sad as he stared at you. Your hair was messy, one of your biggest and comfiest sweaters thrown over your head in a last minute manner, the scarf around your neck coming undone as you flopped won the chair. “Jamie?” you asked at his tranced state, his eyes snapping up at yours. You called him Jamie. “You okay?”

He felt all the color drain from his face, a bucket of cold water thrown in his face as he stared at you. When was the last time you had called him Jamie? When was the last time that you two had sat down and just chatted about life, that you made sure he paid attention in class and he made you get out of your room? When was the last time he heard you laugh, yell or muttered under your breath?

“James.” you called again, his eyes focusing on you before he jumped from his chair and left.

You were tempted to call him, but Madame Pince was giving you a dirty look already. You stumbled to your feet, gathering yours and James’ things as you ran out and after him.

He was walking aimlessly, his entire body and mind panicking. He could hear you calling his name, your hurried footsteps sounding closer and closer as he ran down the stairs, walking outside into the courtyard as the cold air hit his face.

“James,” you gasped, joggin all the way to the fountain to drop your things there. He was pacing, breathing short and rapid as he looked everywhere but to you. “James!” you called louder, getting no response from him “Hey, hey!” you said, grasping his shoulders “Talk to me.”

He took several deep breaths, holding your gaze and realizing he hadn’t looked at you, actually looked at you in the eye for far too long. “I’m an idiot.”

You frowned, your face contorted in confusion as you let your hands fall from him “Am I supposed to deny it?” you asked “‘Cause we both know I can’t.”

He chuckled “You still joke.” he said with a smile, running a hand through his hair as he turned his back to you.

“I still joke.” you repeated under your breath, looking at him “What is that even supposed to mean?”

If someone told you what was about to happen next you would have never believed them. No one, not in a million years could have prepared you.

“All this time I took you for granted. Thinking you were my friend, that this was supposed to be the way friendship works with you. I always knew it was different, never felt like Pads or Moony, but I took it because you were a girl.” he let out a breathy laugh, turning to look at you “Never felt like it did with Lily.” he muttered.

You hugged yourself, avoiding his eyes as you looked down “I get it, we’re friends.” you said in a whisper “You made that clear.”

“No, you don’t get it.” he said, making you roll your eyes tiredly, sitting in the brim of the fountain “I took you for granted.”

“I heard you the first time.” you said bitterly, looking at him with the same bitterness in your eyes “Look, James. I can’t be your friend anymore. I just can’t.”

“I don’t want you to be my friend.” he said, and you swore your heart shattered again. Lowering your face to avoid him seeing the tears gathering in your eyes, you wanted to say something Gee, thanks or That makes two of us but you didn’t trust your voice to say that without cracking.

“I never knew what love felt like until you went away.” he said, your heart stopping inside your chest.

“What?” you asked, voice trembling as you lifted your eyes.

“I’m so sorry.” he sat down in front of you, eyes wandering to your hands as he hesitantly took one in the warmth of his “I hurt you because I’m an idiot and you deserve so much better, so much better than an oblivious fool who doesn’t know what he has until he loses it.”

You tried to make sense of all the things he was saying but nothing made sense. “James...I-I”

“I love you too.” he blurted out, watching your every move, every twitch, anything that could give him an answer.

“No.” you said suddenly “You were pretending, remember?”

“That we were together.” he explained “But I’ve always cared about you, everything I did was because I wanted to. And yes, maybe Lily was there but I would’ve done it anyway, all of it.” his voice lowered considerably, watching you in your frozen state “I liked Lily because of the chase but I love you because it’s all I’ve ever known with you. I didn’t even know, everyone else did but not me. Two weeks of not being with you, not listening to your laugh, your jokes and your yells. I’ve missed the way we just exist together, going out and having fun. I missed playing with your hair, and you getting mad because I get it all tangled, I miss going to honeydukes and watching your eyes go wide as you don't know what to pick. I miss hugging you after a Quidditch match or after a long day.” he sighed, out of breath “I just miss you.”

You let the words settle in, processing every word and every thought as you stared at him in a blank state.

“I know I hurt you. I don’t want you to forgive me just because of all I’ve said but please, just please don’t hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.” you said in a low voice “I never did.”

“You didn’t?” he asked in disbelief, and you shook your head.

“I could never.” you told him with the smallest smile. You looked up, the stars shining in the sky as you let out a breathy laugh “Come here.” you muttered, opening your arms as he practically jumped to you, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly. Your arms hugged him, going over his neck as you sat closer than ever. One of your hands raised to the back of his head, running your fingers through his hair as you turned your face, placing a soft kiss in his cheek.

You don't know how long you stayed in each other's arms, at some point your head nuzzled in the crook of his neck as he held you close. The cold air hitting your faces.

“You kept my scarf.” he said, you tried to deny it as he smiled “It’s mine.” he picked up the end, showing you some loose threads and worn fabric “I recognize it.” he said. His eyebrows raised, letting go of your hand and reaching to his pocket. He moved back slightly, pulling the silver bracelet and holding it up for you to see “I believe this is yours.” he said.

“Sirius gave it to you?” you asked, his hand coming around your wrist and placing it over his lap.

“Sirius?” he asked, fastening the bracelet around your wrist “Lily found it.”

“Lily?” you asked, clearly both in confusion with the mix of names “I asked Sirius to take it.”

“And apparently she found it.” he said, holding your hand in his “Are you sure you don’t hate me?” he asked again.

“I don’t know, do people who hate each other do this?” you asked, your thumb brushing along his cheekbone, leaning in slowly and capturing his lips in a slow kiss. He moved closer, both of his hands cupping your face as he deepened the kiss, the smile that grew in his lips mirroring yours. He slowly broke the kiss, eyes closed as his forehead rested against yours. He opened his eyes and met yours, shining with bliss as his smile grew wider.

Your heart no longer felt shattered.

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Fred Weasley - “Fred doesn’t date” 3

H everyone, I hope you’re all okay!

PART ONE

PART TWO

Thank you all for the kind comments on the previous parts of this imaine. I post these chapters before I go to sleep and waking up to all your lovely comments and messages really give me the best start to the day.

This is the final part to this series. I’ve had a lot more interaction with people from this story so if anyone would like to request a piece please let me know :)

I hope you all liked the ending, it’s a bit longer than I thought but hopefully its what you all wanted x

Female Reader.

Warnings: None

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Fred felt his chest get tight, the sound of her voice alone made his heart ache. He felt the overwhelming need to cry again, tears threatening to spill whilst a lump formed in his throat. Fuck she can’t see me like this.

His body urged him to look at her, he sucked a deep breath in and turned his head to look at her, shit she looks so fucking cute. She was stood in a pair of shorts and one of Fred’s hoodies with a blanket wrapped around her loosely. Her hair was messy, and her glasses were resting a little low on her nose before she pushed them up.

His eyes trailed down her body, he felt a small sense of pride seeing her in his hoodie, like he had some sort of claim on her when she wore it. Take that perfect Diggory, she likes my clothes better. I wonder if she wears it when she’s with him?

Fred hadn’t realised how long he’d been staring for, “I..if not I’ll just go, sorry Freddie, for interrupting” Y/N turned on her heels, tears blurring her vision before he made a noise. A sort of squeak left his mouth before he cleared his throat “it’s okay, you can join me”, his hand patted the spot next to him.

She patted her hand on the grass to make sure it wasn’t wet before sitting beside Fred. The sat in silence for a bit before Y/N decide to speak, “I’m sorry Freddie, I’m not really sure what I’ve done but I’m sorry if I’ve upset you. I don’t like seeing you upset… especially if I’m the one who caused it” her voice broke and Fred looked down at her, even sitting down he still towered over her slightly.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder “don’t worry about it” a fake smile took over his face. He wanted to tell her how much he wanted her, he really did but she was with Diggory now.

“W..what did I do Freddie?” Her voice was a hushed whisper as she leaned her head on his shoulder. Fred looked down at her, internally battling himself about what he should say. He wanted to tell her, he hoped she would change her mind, but if he told her, would she leave him? She had become one of his closest friends, the thought of not having her in his life at all was a thought he wanted to have.

Fuck it.

“I em…I saw you and Diggory, outside the kitchens”, that statement alone filled his body with anger as it replayed in his head, Diggory making her laugh, touching her, kissing her. His body tensed beside her, he removed his arm from her shoulders, his jaw clenched and he averted his gaze back up to the sky, sending the moon a deadly glare.

“Oh…that was nothing” Y/N noticed the shift in Fred, she couldn’t help but admire him in that moment, the way the moon reflected on his skin, the way his jaw tensed and honestly she thought he looked sexy.

Fred averted his gaze back to her and watched her closely, the way her eyes skimmed his body, “didn’t look like nothing to me” his voice was cold.

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, shocked at his tone, “it didn’t mean anything Freddie” she placed her and on his shoulder, “it just sort of happened”.

“Well I heard you were very cosy behind me at dinner so it must have meant something” he shrugged her hand off his shoulder. He usually loved having her touch him but he was angry, so fucking angry.

He wondered what had happened once he left, for all he knows the exact same hands that were touching him had been all over Diggory. That then lead to him thinking about Diggory having his hands all over Y/N, touching her and holding her all the ways that Fred wished he could have done.

Y/N was close to getting up and leaving, she was hurt by Fred’s words, why did he hate Cedric so much? So what if they kissed? Then realisation hit, “Freddie, are you jealous?”, his head shot down to face her.

“No, I don’t get jealous” he stated. Shifting slightly, his eyes were dark as they stared into hers, his jaw still tense.

“Yes you are” she chuckled lightly “you’re jealous because Cedric kissed me”.

Fred groaned, his chest heaved slightly whilst the moment replayed in his head again “ugh don’t remind me, you shouldn’t have kissed him”

“Why?” her perfect doe eye looked up at him through her glasses, batting her eyelashes as innocence filled her eyes.

“Don’t act like you don’t know” he grunted and looked back up to the sky.

“Well Freddie I don’t know, why shouldn’t I kiss Cedric?”

“Cause you should be kissing me Y/N, not Cedric! For the last god knows how many weeks we’ve spend so much time together, a lot more than you and perfect Diggory have and you still chose him! We’ve been on dates down to Hogsmeade, spent nights cuddled up sleeping in the common room and even talked about spending Christmas together! Like what on earth went through that pretty little head of yours when you decided to kiss him? Is he really that much better than me?” Fred’s whole body had turned to Y/N, his eyes pleading with her for some sort of explanation as to why she chose Diggory.

She smiled slightly “Freddie, did you ever actually state that those were dates or ever ask me to go on a date with you?”

His eyes widened “no, I thought it was fairly obvious what they were” he huffed.

She turned to the side and sat up on her knees, “how many girls have you taken on dates from school?”.

The question shocked Fred, why was she asking about other girls?

“None, I don’t date girls”

“So, why did you think I would just assume they were dates?”, Y/N was confused, she never really thought Fred would like her like that, obviously what she was told today gave her a hint but she never knew what to think about the dates, she could only hope they meant as much to Fred as they did her.

Fred couldn’t come up with an answer, he sat with his mouth open and closing like a fish out of water for a minute and a half, “it wasn’t obvious?”.Y/N shook her head no. “Well what did you thunk they were?” he was so curious as to how she never figured out they were dates.

“Well I… I mean I thought we were just hanging out. I kinda hoped they were dates but you don’t exactly have the reputation for dating do you Freddie? I kinda just always thought I was like Angelina or Katie or Alicia. I always wanted to ask but I was scared, I didn’t want to lose you as a friend”

Fred couldn’t believe what he was hearing, was his reputation really that bad? I mean just because everyone knew he didn’t date didn’t mean he never dated anyone. “Oh” was all that left his mouth.

“Yeah, oh” Y/N chuckled as she watched Fred’s brows knit together as his thoughts took over.

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Fred decided to speak “so, say if you knew they were like… official dates, would you have kissed Diggory?”

“Of course I wouldn’t have” she shook her head quickly.

“Would you have kissed me instead?” A cheeky grin took over Fred’s face.

“If I knew they were dates I would have kissed you the first night we came out here” she giggled and Fred couldn’t help but grin.

“So what’s going on with you and Diggory then?” Even saying his name pissed Fred off.

“Nothing, he kissed me and then sat with me at dinner out of the blue, I’d hardly call that dating”.

“What about me and you? Are we…you know…dating? Just since we’ve agreed that we have been on plenty of dates” he emphasised plenty as he chuckled at her.

“Well that’s up to you Freddie, I thought you didn’t date” she teased, poking his chest.

“I don’t date, unless I know the girl is right for me and someone I can see a future with so…”

“You see a future with me?” She interrupted him mid sentence.

“Of course I do, the second I laid my eyes on you, I knew you were special. You literally took my breath away that day on the train, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone as beautiful as you. And these last few weeks…months, have only shown me how well we work together. Seeing you every morning in the hall just makes me feel so.. so good, and then when we are alone it’s like no one else exists. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, I’ve had my guard up for so long, sticking with people I know and am comfortable around and then you came along and the walls I’d built up crumbled. I’ve told you things that not even George knows. I just can’t explain it, I think that if I lost you now I’d be lost.”

A few tears slipped down Y/N’s cheek whilst Fred spoke. He looked back up at the stars and wrapped his arm around her waist beside him.

“Of course I can see a future with you, I picture it all the time. We’d have our own little house out in the country and a massive garden where the kids could play quidditch or some muggle sport that you’d get them into and we’d have a good space for outside summer parties like what we have at the burrow. Our kids would each have their own room so they didn’t have to share like George and I and they’d be little pranksters like me but just as smart and talented as you. oh and we’d have a dog, mum never let me have one …”

“We’d have kids?” Y/N’s soft voice brought Fred back to reality.

He looked down at her “of course we would” he smiled “and we’d have a big wedding, like what Bill and Fleur are planning but we’d have to wait a bit after school before all that started”

“Wow…you’ve really thought all this through Freddie” she giggled “so now that I know all about the future that you have planned for us, what do we do now?”

Fred gave her a puzzled look raising his eyebrows whilst he raked his brain for an answer. “Uh….”

Y/N laughed “shouldn’t you ask me something?”

“Oh yeah right, I forgot. Would you like to go on a a date with me?”.

Y/N frowned slightly, Fred’s eyes widened “what did I do something wrong?”

“No..it’s just… never mind. I’d love to go on a date with you” She smiled up to him, cuddling into his side. As much as she would have loved the official title of being his she would wait as long as it took.

He pulled her blanket away from her and wrapped it around him. “Oi Freddie that’s mine, give it back” she giggled as she tried to pull the blanket back from him. Fred stretched his arm and held the blanket away from her, she got on her knees and leaned over Fred trying to get it. She placed her knees at either side of his thighs as she tried to reach over.

She finally gave up and rested in his lap, “Freddie it’s cold” she pouted. Fred’s breath caught in his throat as he looked down at the position they were in. His eyes looked at her lips, then her eyes and then her lips again. God he wanted to kiss her, he wanted to see how it felt.

Y/N leaned forward and placed her lips on Fred, he was surprised that she initiated the kiss but quickly responded, his hands dropped her blanket and went to her hips and pulled her closer to him, making sure his hands didn’t sit to low. His tongue glided across her bottom lip asking for entrance which she gladly excepted, their lips moving in perfect harmony.

Y/N couldn’t help but think about how right this felt, Cedric was nothing compared to Fred, as cliché as it sounds she saw fireworks and butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

Fred had never had a kiss this good, in all honesty he never really kissed the girls he had sex with, it just made the encounter far to intimate for him. But kissing Y/N felt amazing, he loved being so close to her. He pulled back and rested his forehead against hers “I hope you know you’re mine now”, Y/N nodded eagerly before pulling him close for another kiss.

They spent the rest of the night cuddled up under the stars watching as the sun came out. They walked hand in hand to the castle and sat at the Gryffindor table for breakfast. George was the first to come down and see them sat together “ah no more tears over Y/N then Freddie, did you finally convince her to give you a chance?” he poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice.

“Yes Georgie he did” George choked on his juice slightly before grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Finally! It’s taken you both long enough, sorry for the glares yesterday Y/N, they were mainly at Diggory, I just don’t like seeing Fred upset”.

Y/N just shrugged before smiling at George “It’s okay Georgie, I don’t like seeing him upset either” she laughed and took a bite of the strawberry she was eating.

The rest of Fred’s friends came down, congratulating the two for finally getting together. Ginny came and sat with them, a big grin on her face. “All worked out in the end then ay Freddie” she teased as she ruffled his hair, “you made the right choice Y/N, perfect diggory is nothing compared to our Freddie”.

Fred rolled his eyes as Y/N chuckled “you’re right about that”. They ate their breakfast in peace, Fred noticed Cedric come in and pulled Y/N close for a passionate kiss, all of his friends whooping and cheering making sure everyone’s eyes were drawn to them. They both pulled away, Y/N blushing and burying her head in Fred’s chest.

Ron came over just as they were leaving “here’s the letter to mum gin, just Fred and George left to say if they’re taking anyone home for Christmas” he handed the parchment to George who lazily scribbled Lee’s name down with a little message before handing it to Fred.

“Do you still want to come?” he looked down to Y/N whilst everyone else engaged in conversation, “If you want me to come I’m there” she smiled up at him and watched him scribble on the parchment.

Hi mum,

I hope you and dad are good, I miss you both.

I’m going to take my girlfriend home for Christmas, her name is Y/N Y/L/N, give her a sweater that would fit me please – she keeps stealing mine!

See you soon.

Love, Freddie x

He handed the letter back to Ginny before pulling Y/N away from the table, “time for our first date as official boyfriend and Girlfriend” he smirked before leading her to one of the secret passages to Hogsmeade.

Having his girlfriend at the burrow for Christmas was everything Fred wanted and more. He never realised how much he had missed out on. They spent their days cuddled up on the couch watching old films whilst drinking hot chocolate, or out in the snow sledding or building snowmen. Every night was filled with more movies, games and of course Y/N reading muggle tales to Fred as they cuddled in front of the fire (although some of those tales were interrupted by mr Weasley who was so fascinated by the things muggles came up with in their stories).

It was Christmas Eve and all of the family were heading up to their rooms, Fred tugged Y/N over to the front door and slid her jacket over her shoulders before securing her hat to her head and tying her scarf loosely around her neck. “Get on your boots cutie, I’ve got a surprise”. As Y/N got on her wellies, Mrs Weasley came over with a basket in hand.

“Everything you asked for Freddie” she popped it on the floor, “good night dearie, Freddie is so lucky to have found you” she wrapped her arms around Y/N, she did the same to Fred after he was ready. Walking over to the stairs she stopped and turned on her heels “remember when you get back to go to your separate rooms, I’m not ready to be a grandmother just yet” with a wink she made her way up the stairs.

“She’s honestly something else” Fred chuckled taking Y/N’s hand in his and leading her out to the garden.

“I think she’s great”

Fred used his wand to conjure up a seating area for the two of them and a little fire in front of them. In the basket was blankets, two mugs, a flask of hot chocolate and some marshmallows.

“Freddie this looks great” Y/N couldn’t help but smile at Fred, she was so lucky to have him.

He grabbed her wrist and looked at her watch, “five minutes to go” he wrapped a blanket around them both before getting the hot chocolate for them.

He wrapped an arm around them as they watched the stars “they look so much prettier here than they do at school” Y/N looked up at Fred who was already watching her.

“You look just as pretty here as you do at school” he kissed her forehead. The clock struck midnight and suddenly fireworks started going off.

Red ones, green ones, white ones, ones in the shape of Santa, ones in the shape of snowmen, Y/N couldn’t look away from them, they were beautiful. Suddenly the fireworks made two figures, they showed two people that Y/N recognised very clearly, it was her and Fred sat in two chairs, the scene sort of reminded her of the times they spent in the library. Next showed the two of them near a circle of blue, this reminded her of all the times they’d spent at the black lake.

Finally the fireworks showed them kissing and “merry Christmas Y/N” was spelt above them, with “I love you” underneath.

Y/N gasped as she looked over at Fred, a few tears had escaped her eyes and Fred softly wiped his thumb across her cheek, smiling down at her. “Do you really?” She asked in disbelief.

“I love you” he placed a kiss to her lips, slow and gentle before pulling back. Y/N was practically grinning from ear to ear “I love you too Freddie”. They sat outside a little longer continuously saying those three special words to each other. They made their way back inside, sitting on the couch for a cuddle before bed. “Merry Christmas Freddie” Y/N yawned and cuddled into his chest.

“Merry Christmas cutie” he kissed her forehead, his eyes shut.

They woke up the next morning to Mrs Weasley standing above them “I said separate rooms” she said sternly before breaking out into a smile “merry Christmas you two” she kissed both of their foreheads before going into the kitchen.

Fred and Y/N were the first ones up, when they joined her in the kitchen they both apologies only to be waved off my Molly.

Soon it was time for presents, everyone received a jumper from Mrs Weasley and she followed Fred’s instructions, ensuring the jumper with Y/N’s initial was the same size as Fred’s.

Fred and Y/N left opening each other’s presents until last. Y/N got Fred a new beater for quidditch, some sweeties from honeydukes and a big teddy in the shape of a dog, “I know how much you’ve always wanted one” she winked. Fred grinned from ear to ear as he showed off his new bat to George.

It was now Y/N’s turn, there was a small box on the floor with her name on it, she carefully took off the wrapping paper and opened the box to reveal the most beautiful bracelet she had ever seen, there was a W charm attached with a broom and a star either side. “Oh Freddie I love it, thank you so much!” she practically flew into Fred’s arms giving him a big cuddle and a kiss.

“I love you” he whispered into her ear.

“I love you too”

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otakusheep15 · 3 years

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SFW Alphabet - Simeon

This man seriously owns my entire heart. Like, I would trade all of the brothers just to be with him, no questions asked lmao

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Surprisingly, he’s not that affectionate. Well, at least not physically. He enjoys spending time with you and being in the same room, but he hardly ever craves psychical affection like the brothers do. The farthest he usually goes is hand-holding and maybe a little hand kiss too, but he rarely goes beyond that unless he’s feeling especially clingy that day. Just being near you is enough for him really.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Friendship with him can go one of two ways. He’d either baby you like he does with Luke, or lowkey bully you like he does with Lucifer, no in between. It really depends on how you are as a person and how he sees you. If he sees you as someone who needs protecting and is a bot more on the childish side, you’ll totally be another Luke to him. And if you’re someone whose more on the opposite end of that spectrum, calm, composed, serious, he’ll treat you more like he does Lucifer. But he loves you all the same.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Cuddling is probably the one exception to the lack of physical affection. He loves nothing more than to curl up next to you in bed after a long day of dealing with RAD, Luke, and Solomon’s “cooking”. He especially loves laying his head on your chest so that he can listen to your heartbeat. It just calms him down and reminds him that you’re really here with him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Man is the definition of malewife (besides Barb), so of course he’s amazing at any kind of chore. He’s also gotten quite good at household chores after having to take care of Luke for so long. And, trust me, he would love to settle down with you. Maybe Luke could come along too? That would be ideal.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d be super gentle about it. The last thing he wants is to make the situation any worse than it’s gonna get, so he breaks the news as calmly as possible. If the situation did somehow escalate, he would try is best to get everything under control lest someone get hurt (physically or emotionally).

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

As much as he’d love to get married, he also wants to take it slow. He understands that relationships need time to develop, so he wants to wait until both of you are absolutely sure before going any further. After all, marriage is a big commitment to an angel, so it’s important that everything is perfect.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He is so gentle. Like, he’s the best when it comes to care. Maybe it’s just his instincts as an angel, but he feels the need to protect you from any harm whatsoever. He always makes sure he has permission before touching you anywhere, and he’s constantly checking up on you and making sure you’re feeling well. really, he just wants you to feel as comfortable as possible with him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He likes hugs, but he doesn’t give them out too often. It’s almost always you who goes to him for hugs first unless he’s in a really good mood. But he’ll never deny anyone who does want a hug, especially you (and Luke).

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Honestly, he probably waits a while before saying it. In fact, you might end up being the one to say it first. He wants to take things slow, and the last thing he wants is to make you feel rushed by saying it too quickly. He loves you very much, and you’re both highly aware of that, but actually saying the words takes time for him.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Surprisingly, he gets really jealous really easily. Not so surprisingly, he’s very good at hiding it. He just hates how much time you spend with the brothers, and he’ll use anything to get you to come over. His most common excuses usually involve either Luke or Solomon needing supervision and him needing help with that. He never means to guilt trip or gaslight, but he lowkey might if it means getting you to him quicker.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He is a sucker for for hand kisses, both giving and receiving. They’re just so romantic to him, and they don’t take much effort either. His kisses, regardless of where they are, are super loving and romantic. All he wants to do is sweep you off your feet and make you feel loved.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

*cough*Luke*cough* All jokes aside, he does really love children. He just loves how innocent and joyful they can be, and he loves how they speak their minds since most don’t have a filter. The chaos they can get into is also an added bonus, even if it can be a hassle to clean up afterwards.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings can go one of two ways. The preferred way is you two waking up around the same time and just staying in bed for a couple hours enjoying each other’s company. These mornings are usually filled with sweet words and soft touches. The other, less preferred way, is absolute chaos. It doesn’t matter if you stay at the HoL or PH, there will be chaos. And one (or both) of you is going to have to fix it.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He tends to stay up late working, so you can either go to bed and he’ll join later, or you can stay up with him. Either way, he’ll try and finish up as quickly as possible so that he can curl up with you in bed. If his day was especially stressful, he’ll hold you close to him and rant about all of his worries. Side note: please pet his hair, he deserves it.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s actually pretty open with you, which is kinda surprising. I mean, he does have his secrets he’d much rather keep, but who doesn’t. However, he also knows the value of trust in a relationship, so he tries his hardest to be open and honest with you as possible. He hopes that you’ll do the same as well.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

The freakin definition of patience. He’s dealt with so much throughout his life, so he’s grown to have an amazing temperament. Of course he can get annoyed (*cough*the play*cough*) but he does so well at controlling it most of the time. This patience is specifically applied to you and Luke. You could literally murder someone and he probably still wouldn’t be mad.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He’d remember most of what you say, but he’d hardly ever utilize it like some of the brothers do. He’ll use the information in more subtle ways. You mention. a certain flavor of cake you like? He makes sure Luke makes some during hsi next baking session. Any shows you enjoy? He may not watch them depending on the length, but he’ll do some research on them so that he can talk to you about it.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite memory is this one time you came over to bake with Luke. Luke, precious thing, was trying out this new recipe, and he was super excited about it. But, of course, Solomon had to come in and mess everything up and now the kitchen and half the house is a mess. Luke is super upset, Solomon is lowkey enjoying it, and Simeon is there watching the world burn around him. And through it all, you stayed there and helped them clean up even when you didn’t have to. He just found it so sweet that you took the time to help Luke and also the rest of the Hall as well. It ended up being a fun day even if he did scold Solomon for hours afterwards.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s decently protective, but that’s mostly is angelic instincts. Angels have that natural instinct to protect humans, so he had that urge even before you two became a thing. And that urge only became stronger as you two got closer. However, his protection comes in more subtle ways, like most of his gestures. Someone getting a bit too close to you? He’ll put his arm about you and slowly back you away. The brothers are fighting again? He’ll step in front of you to make sure you’re not caught in the cross-fire.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Like pretty much everything else, he’s much more subtle with his dates. He prefers more lowkey options, like a picnic or just hanging out in either his room or yours. You guys never do anything over-the-top, and he likes it that way.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He tends to prioritize others over himself a lot, and he’s been trying to work on it for a while. And, obviously, he’s terrible with tech. I honestly have no clue how he’s survived this long not knowing how a D.D.D. works past the basics.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s naturally pretty, so he doesn’t need to care. Jokes aside, he isn’t one to particularly care for his looks. He does want to look nice and presentable, but it isn’t usually a top priority compared to someone like Asmo or Mammon.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

WIthout a doubt. He tends to get attached to people very easily, and you’re no exception. Once you two being getting close, it’s over for him. From then on, he’s attached to you. If something were to happen to you, he would simply cease to exist.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He and Michael totally had something going on at one point. Maybe they still have something going on. Hell, maybe even Luci was involved at one point. I have no clue where this idea came from, but it’s in my head and so now all of you are being subjected to it as well.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

People who dislike Luke are a big no for him. Sorry, they’re a package deal. You want him? Well, now you have a child too.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He tends to make noises in his sleep. It’s not really cohearent words or anything, more just like light snores and stuff. Kinda like a dog when it really gets into a dream, ya know?

#OBEY ME #shall we date obey me #shall we date simeon #scenarios #sfw alphabet #Headcanon

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buckysgoldenheart · 4 years

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The Ways We Meet

Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary: While trying to avoid another man at an A-list event, you accidentally bump into Henry who has no interest in letting you go despite not even knowing your name.

Notes: idk, I thought it was kinda cute. Pov changes back and forth between Y/N and Henry A LOT. Implied smut (because I’m so damn bad at writing full smut).

Words: 2211

Y/N:

These events pissed you off, they really did. Despite being only a director’s assistant, you were forced to attend. And it wasn’t the tight, sparkly dresses you had to wear that made you miserable, nor the heavy makeup or the overcrowding in rooms that far surpassed fire department code. It was more that you felt out of place and always managed to have one creepy man sense that from a mile away with the intent to pray on what looked like your innocence. You weren’t innocent, by far, but you supposed the impression you gave off by the way you stood away from others, sipping the same drink for a half hour, made sense.

Usually, drinking in a dark corner at an A-list event by the time midnight came around kept you safe. Those creepy men surrendered to your disinterest in them, and ventured to find an easier, more desperate woman. But not tonight. Tonight, this one was persistent.

You didn’t know his name; never let him get close enough to tell you, but he followed you around, not so subtly watching you with a look in his eyes that had you nauseous. Every step he neared you was a step you took in the opposite direction hoping to evade his creepiness.

Henry:

It had been a long night, too long, and Henry wished he could just go back to the hotel and watch a stupid movie until the early hours of the Sunday morning, since there was no way he would get a good nights sleep with the jetlag still wracking his body from the morning before.

He was saying goodbye to a couple coworkers, patting them on their backs in a friendly gesture when his shoulder roughly shoved forward. He stumbled a step, and before he could turn to see why, a woman passed him.

Her body was wrapped a snug, shiny red gown, and she had curls pinned back into an elegant bun, and when she turned to apologize, she lightly touched his bicep, smiling politely before continuing on her path. His breath hitched but she didn’t notice as she was gone a half-second later, buried somewhere in the mass of bodies.

His lips were still parted, stunned, until a friend tapped his shoulder.

“Hey, are you ok?” The friend asked, to which Henry only nodded, then walked away in the direction the woman went.

It took time to find her, but when he did, something in his chest seemed to both tighten and lighten in sync. He watched her from a distance as she took a gulp of the drink in her hand then placed it back on the counter and ducked. Henry chuckled, but then spotted him: A smallish man slowly making his way toward where she was unsuccessfully hiding.

Henry quickly shuffled his way through the crowd, and just moments before the other man could’ve spotted her, Henry snatched her by the arm and pulled her into a corner. With his back to the wall, he faced the crowd, his arms holding her snuggly, chest to chest, until the man passed them by.

Y/N:

“You’re safe now,” A man said, drawing your attention upward, and your eyes couldn’t help but widen. Henry Cavill was looking at you with a playful smirk on his handsome face that you never in a million years would have imagined be directed toward you. “Remember me?”

“Shit,” You cursed yourself. “It was you I bumped into earlier.” What a way to make a first impression. How was it that you always managed to look like an idiot in front of the hottest actors at these parties? This certainly wasn’t the first time. Chris Evans could confirm that, and probably wouldn’t hesitate to.

“It was.”

“Oh God, I’m so sorry. I’m not normally so rude. I can explain.”

Henry’s shoulders shook as he laughed, and it reminded you that he still held you tight, with an odd protectiveness. “I think I’ve caught on to the situation,” He said. “Do you know that guy?”

You shook your head.

Henry casually nodded at your confirmation, that smile still on his face, but it slipped a moment later and you didn’t have to guess why. He looked back at you. “Do you think you could trust a stranger for a brief minute?”

“W-What?”

“Yes or no?” He quickly asked.

You blinked. “Yea, I guess.”

“Good,” He said, then slammed his lips to yours.

It shocked you but the feeling of having every part of your body pressed against his made you dizzy, and what was meant to force the creeper away, lasted much longer than the minute Henry promised. Many minutes longer. Enough minutes to give you the time to slide your hands up his chest until they settled on the back of his neck. Enough minutes to have him groaning when you softly nibbled on his bottom lip. Enough minutes to have your heart pounding.

You pulled back first when the embarrassment began to flood your body. Chuckling awkwardly, you stepped out of his arms, and said, “Um, thanks for the help…stranger,” then tried to disappear as fast as you could, for the first time thankful of the enormous crowd.

Henry:

She stiffened as his hand clasped around her wrist before she could get away, and when she turned to look at his face, she became no less tense. It made Henry feel uneasy. He liked her a little too much for how long he’d known her—which was nearly no time at all--and when he kissed her with everything he had, he thought it might’ve been enough to get her to stick around, at least for an extra minute or two.

He wasn’t arrogant. Yes, he’d had women tell him he was a good kisser, but he didn’t assume one kiss from him would have her falling on her knees, begging him to take her home. Henry just thought she felt something too. Perhaps more than one should from a stranger’s kiss, but enough of something to make her pause and question why it felt so damn good, just as he had for the millisecond before she bolted. It had him unwilling to give up so soon.

“Now where are you going?” Henry said, trying to hide the twinge of desperation in his voice.

“Sorry, I—”

“What’s your name?” He asked.

She blinked with her big, butterfly-wing-like lashes as if she hadn’t expected him to care. “…Y/N.”

“Ok, well, Y/N, I think that guy got the hint. You don’t have to keep running.”

“You never know.” She shrugged and anxiously bit the inside of her cheek.

“Right then, how about we leave?”

“What?”

“Do you like coffee?”

“…Sometimes,” One corner of her lips hesitantly turned upward. “Not usually at twelve thirty in the morning.”

Henry grinned as his thumb ran back and forth along the inside of her wrist. “Well, decaf is a thing, and I happen to know a place not far from here that’s open for another hour.”

Y/N:

You didn’t know how you managed to be pinned against one of his hotel room walls, but you were. You weren’t drunk from the little alcohol you’d had at the party, and the coffee certainly wasn’t spiked, but you still couldn’t explain how you were now moaning from the feel of Henry’s lips attached to your neck. Not that you were complaining.

“Goddamn,” He groaned against the skin of your collarbone as his fingers bunched the glittery fabric of your gown up until his hand could slip underneath. As it glided up your thigh, his palm left burns from its trail, and your skin grew hotter with each inch he made closer to your core. “You’re like an angel.”

You let out a throaty chuckle. “Hardly.”

Henry lifted his head and his hazy blue eyes met yours. “Hardly, huh?” He said as his index finger ran along the edge of your panties. He could’ve easily tucked a finger under that useless barrier and felt how wet you were.

“Yes,” You smirked, reaching your hand forward and undoing the buckle of his belt. “Hardly.”

Then you lowered to your knees.

Henry:

Henry didn’t even have to open his eyes to know that she was gone. He’d woken up a few times throughout the night, only to fall right back into peaceful sleep when he felt her warm body tucked into him. Each time, he tightened his arm firmly around her waist as she emitted little soft snores. But now, without the weight of her body next to his, Henry felt cold. Only the empty dip in the mattress where she’d laid for hours remained.

Her warmth was gone. She was gone.

And it stung a lot more than it should. He didn’t even know her last name or her age or, hell, anything about her. He knew he shouldn’t be as upset as he was, but he wanted to learn those things. To get to know her. Coffee the night before gave little insight to who she really was. That time was spent throwing flirtatious jokes back and forth, and if he’d have known she wouldn’t have given him the next morning to ask the important things, he’d have slowed himself down.

Fisting his fingers into his hair, Henry groaned at more than just the glaring sunlight streaming through the windows giving him a ripe headache. He shouldn’t be hung up on someone he barely knew. It wasn’t healthy.

Y/N:

God, you hoped you weren’t overstepping your bounds, or worse, being that girl who hangs around after a one-night stand long after the guy wants you to. You just…didn’t want to leave. He surprised you with his sincerity. He seemed to like you, though you didn’t know why, but you liked him, and, for once, you were willing to take the risk of sticking around for the morning after. It could be awkward. It could crash and burn. But if you weren’t going to be brave enough to see how the rest of the day could unfold, you knew you would regret it.

But, staying or not, it didn’t mean you weren’t going to hop down to the hotel lobby as soon as you woke to get your coffee fill. And based on what you saw last night, Henry liked his coffee rich and black.

Henry:

Who was he trying to fool? This was absolutely going to ruin his day. They’d had a rare chemistry that made him feel like he’d known her forever, and the sex certainly didn’t suck. Not even close.

Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, Henry sat up and rubbed his face with both hands. If she wasn’t going to be there, he might as well get dressed and go about his day. At least, that’s what he thought, until he heard the door lock click and the handle turn.

His head shot to the sound, and he was almost stunned when he saw her walk in, shakily balancing two cups of coffee, a danish, and a muffin in her arms. She jumped when she saw him looking at her, still impressively holding on to the breakfast.

“H-Hi,” She said. And, damn, Henry liked that voice.

“Hi,” He smiled back, and at the gesture he could see her shoulders relax.

He stood and walked towards her, neglecting his boxers entirely, just thrilled she hadn’t disappeared forever. She looked down and blushed, then averted her eyes as he began to unload the food from her arms, and one-by-one placed the items on the table. When she still hadn’t looked back at him, he chuckled and tucked a finger under her chin, tilting it up until she was forced to meet his eyes.

“Don’t be shy on me now.”

He ran his hands down her arms and grabbed both of her hands in his when she sighed and said “Sorry, I’m not…” She took a breath,” I don’t usually do this.”

“Hook up with strangers?”

“No, stick around the morning after. I kind of assume I’m not wanted, so—”

“You’re wanted here. Believe me,” Henry said fast, because those thoughts were the last he wanted on her mind.

She gaped, but then grinned wide and bright. “Really?”

“Definitely,” He said. “I want to know you.”

Y/N:

He wants to know you. Those words made your stomach flip. Though you took the risk to not sneak out at the break of dawn, you figured the odds of him not shuffling you out the door were unlikely to be in your favor. But you weren’t complaining about being wrong.

You grew embarrassed when you realized that dopey smile was still on your face, so you quickly wiped it off then grabbed the muffin and offered it to him. One corner of his lips quirked in unison with an eyebrow, and he gently took the offering from your hand.

“Thank you,” he said, pulling the paper down to take a bite.

“So, um…if we want to get to know one another, what do you want to do?”

Henry only smirked and said “Well…I’ve got some ideas.” He took another bite then licked the remaining crumbs off his lips, which was somehow more distracting than the fact that he was completely naked. “Half of them don’t involve clothes, though.”

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amphxtrite · 4 years

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george weasley x fem!reader

warnings: smut, oral (male receiving), swearing, spelling/grammar mistakes.

do not read if you are not comfortable.

summary: When the twins and the reader move into their new apartment in Diagon Alley, you finally confess to George about the feelings you’ve accumulated through the years, which eventually leads to more.

a/n: This was request from anonymous for a george weasley x reader, first time smut, thank you for requesting, I had a lot of fun writing this!

word count: 4k

enjoy <3

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“Give her hell from us Peeves!” Three voices cry before soaring away into the clear blue sky.

Everyone knows of the Golden Trio, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. The students who disobeyed every rule, every year to save the wizarding world.

In the Hogwarts walls there was another group of students, while not as heroic, were just as well known. George Weasley, Fred Weasley and Y/n L/n were the notorious pranksters of the school. You couldn’t walk ten feet without someone being a victim of their work. For years, the school was their playground, pranks ranging from covering students in feathers, slipping belch-powder in professors’ tea and making products of their own that would take the world by storm in the years to come.

Every student at Hogwarts knew their group by name, swiveling heads in alertness when one of your voices was about, or running the opposite way when a familiar laugh rang out. There was never one without the others, so when your grand scheme of fireworks and sparks flew through the air, no one was surprised to see three brooms zipping about, accompanied by laughter and the screams of the pink toad who had terrorized the school of magic. Your names would go down in history among the students and as you zipped away through the clouds, a giant ‘W’ in your wake. The joyous feeling of freedom breaks free and you join the twins in the life you’d been dreaming about since you met the two in your first year, and away from the hell you’d endured.

With the help of Harry’s generous donation, the three of you set up shop in Diagon Alley, making the most bizarre and far-out designs the three of you could think of. Working long and hard to perfect each and every one of your products for your grand opening in a couple months.

The three of you spent most of your time in the apartment above the shop, concocting your brews and relishing in the new-found freedom you had taken for yourselves. The three of you worked, laughed, high-fived and dusted each other off after bad days, you grew even closer to the twins and with the new atmosphere and life, and feelings you’d accumulated through the years came about that had your stomach erupt in butterflies around your best friend.

If you were to ask anyone in Hogwarts about the mischief trio, first you’d see their head swivel and panic cross their eyes, next they’d tell you. While you were all close and the twins were practically connected at the hip, George Weasley and Y/n L/n had an unspoken ‘thing’ between them, and it was quite obvious to everyone, but them, and although cliché it was one of the castle’s favourite subjects for drama.

While oblivious to the gossip, George had fancied you since the moment he met you in first year. Watching your eyes light up at him and his twins’ antics and then showing them some tricks of your own. He must’ve been blushing beet-red because at that moment he fell. He fell for your sarcastic remarks, your love for books and muggle movies, he fell for the way your nose scrunched when you were concentrating and the way your eyes lit up whenever it snowed. George could go on for hours about all the things he loved about you, but actually telling you was a whole other story. You were such a positive, bubbly person, he could hardly tell the difference between a romantic or platonic action. Did you mean to brush his hand like that? Was that little smirk for a reason? Did you know what you did to him when you bit your lip like that? Or when you walked with a little more swing in your hips.

George wanted nothing more than to wrap you into his arms and hold you close against him, murmuring every moment he fell in love with you into your ear, listening to your heartbeat and pressing kisses across your temple, but at the same time he wanted to make you squirm beneath him, make you scream his name and take away your ability to walk, leave his mark across your skin and taste you. He just wished he had a hint to how you really felt about him.

“Oi, George! Get down here, we need some help with this stand!” Fred’s familiar shout shakes the daydreaming red-head out of his daze, cutting his thought of you short.

“Alright ya twat, no need to yell!” George huffs, speeding down the stairs to the shop area and walking towards you and Fred.

“How can I be of assistance, my dear brother.” George smirks as he approaches. “Well this stand won’t fit in between the other displays, we just need help pushing it in.” You shrug, jabbing your thumb towards the empty display stand.

George claps his hands together and the three of you get to work. You did your best to pry one of the displays to the side while the twins push the stand into place. Everything was going well, you made great progress and the display case was starting to slide in. It wasn’t until the twins gave a final heave, that you lost focus, your eyes dropping to a certain twin’s toned bicep, peeking out from his skin tight shirt, and you failed to remove your finger from the crevice.

“Bloody Hell!” You cry as your fingers are crushed in the closed space. Quickly yanking your digits out of the gap, you hold them close to your chest, you double over in pain. “Fuck, that hurt.” You groan, examining your fingers to be lightly scratched and bruised.

George can only just register your pained yelp before he’s fussing all over you just like his mother would. “Oh my goodness, are you alright love? I left my wand in my room, come on, I’ll fix you right up.” George gently takes your arm and hurries up the stairs leaving a confused Fred behind.

“Hey it’s alright Georgie, it’s just a small cut!” You try to reason with the persistent ginger, but George doesn’t let go. “Nonsense darling, your finger is bleeding, I’ll heal it in no time.” He continues, sitting you on his bed as he picks up with wand from his bedside drawer and takes a seat next to you.

You extend your hands to George and without a beat he murmurs the healing spell. “Episkey.”

Your cuts begin to close and the bruises fade away, leaving no pain and no sign of injury. “Thanks George, you’re the best!” You giggle wrapping your arms around the tall Weasley and inching closer to him.

It had become something of a tradition for the two of you to heal each other if one of you were to get hurt back in school. Whether you’d scraped a knee or had come to the other bearing Umbridge’s scar, you’d done your best to help one another, learning new healing spells for this specific reason.

A smile spreads across your cheek as you think back to the days you’d run to George with a burn or a cut, only coming to peace once he’d had a go at it, or at least wrapped it in a bandage.

“Do yo remember, back in Hogwarts, when we’d come to each other just to heal our little wounds.” You pull back from the hug and take George’s hand in yours.

“Of course darling, how could I forget.” George grins, reminiscing of the days not so long ago.

Back in your days with the pink toad, George would be the first person you’d run to after detention, small sobs racking through you as you showed George the first of many scratches in the back of your hand.

‘I must not laugh in class’

George had helped you reduce it to a pink scar, but the pain remained with you for long after as the memories of that horrid quill raked your brain.

George was always your comfort, he’d stuck by your side and was there for you when you needed it the most. Long nights of star-gazing, studying, planning and laughing had also helped you come to terms with the love bubbling inside you for George Weasley.

“Thank you for everything, back in school I mean.” You sigh, leaning onto George’s broad shoulder, a light smile gracing your face.

“There’s no need to thank me love, if anything I should be thanking you for saving me from detentions.” George smirks, wrapping an arm around you. You begin to laugh a bit as you think back to when you’d trick filch into leaving his post before pulling the red-head through the long halls.

“Feels like so long ago.” You murmur and look up towards George, finding him already gazing back at you. “Last time you did it was only a year ago love.” The younger twin smiles, leaning closer.

Your eyebrows knit together and your face heats up at the sudden closeness and a question that has plagued your mind for years spills from your lips.

“Not to be nosy, but why do you always call me darling or love, Georgie?”

This was it, George’s thoughts began to race. This was the moment he could finally confess to you, finally know how you felt about him.

His lips turn up into a huge smile, as he pulls you closer to him and looks down for a moment, gathering courage.

“Y/n, I’ve fancied you since the moment I saw you on the train. You immediately caught my attention, but once I really got to know you, I knew that I was done for. You’re so funny, beautiful and absolutely perfect, but you’ve never really showed me you fancied me and-” George pauses for a moment, trying to pick his words right. “Well, I just want to know how you feel.” He simply states, looking deep into your mesmerizing e/c eyes.

Your smile widens as George finishes his confession, and tackling the red-head onto the bed you hug him tight against you.

“I fancy you too idiot! Why else do you think I’d only go to you for my scars and bruises, why I’d save you from detention all those times, I’ve fallen in love with you!” A melodic laugh rings from your lips as George wraps his arms around you with a hearty chuckle, pressing kissing on your head just like he’d dreamed of doing.

Rolling the two of you over, George now on top, the blushing ginger admires your laughing form beneath him. You were positively angelic and he couldn’t help himself from what came next.

George leans down and captures your lips in his, snaking his arm up to hold your hand against the mattress while the other cups your face. The kiss is chaste at first as George familiarizes himself with your lips, truth be told he hadn’t had his first kiss yet, only daydreamed of doing it with you. Now, with your lips finally against his, he wanted it to be perfect.

Running his tongue against your bottom lip, George wordlessly asks for permission to deepen the kiss, nipping lightly on your soft pink lips. Parting your lips you allow George to run his tongue around your mouth, as your teeth clash and your tongues swirl around each other.

George eventually pulls away to catch his breath, never letting go of your hand and stroking your cheek with his thumb. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that love.” the prankster smiles, pressing a small kiss to your nose.

“Oh I can imagine, especially with that pressure on my thigh.” Your eyebrow raises in a teasing tone as George goes a brilliant shade of scarlet, his freckles seemingly disappearing under the dark hue.

“I- uh, I’m sorry. It’s just-” George begins to ramble, trying his best to explain himself to no avail.

A small smirk plays on your lips as you capture George’s lips into a loving kiss again.

“It’s alright Georgie, I want this too.” You sigh onto the gryffindor’s lips, circling your hips around underneath him.

George lets out a low moan at your action, squeezing your hand and looking back into your eyes, pupils dilated and dark with lust. “I’ve never done this before.” You admit, running a finger up and down George’s side, glancing down at his lip caught in between his teeth.

“I haven’t either, but I’ve imagined doing this with you before.” George shrugs, removing his hand from your cheek and placing it on the waistband of your shorts. “That makes two of us.” You tease, running your free hand up the beater’s toned chest.

George doesn’t hesitate to crash his lips onto yours again, rolling his hips against you. Your mouth parts enough for him to slip his tongue past your lips again and explore every inch of your opening as his hand pulls the waistband of your shorts down your thighs before promptly flicking them to the floor. George uses his long digits to tease your clit through your panties as he kisses down your jaw and collarbone nipping and sucking, leaving a path of pink marks down your upper chest. “So wet for me already love?” He smirks as his fingers find the soaked patch on your heat, eyes darkening as he pushes harder against your clit.

“Yes George, f-fuck, right there.” You plead softly as George continues to ravage your clit, hitting the sensitive bud perfectly and sending waves of pleasure through your being. The gryffindor obliges, rubbing your heat faster and harder as your eyes shut and your head falls back against the soft pillows, allowing George access to your neck, sucking dark hickeys onto your skin as you writhe beneath him from the stimulation from his fingers and lips were granting.

Slowly inching your fingers up, you pull the beater’s shirt up to his chest, motioning him to take it off as your fingers move lower to the waistband of his trousers. George removes his fingers from your panties to teasingly pull off his shirt, sitting up a bit to show off his toned abdomen, taking his sweet time to throw the shirt aside and fix up his short hair, sending a wink down at you.

Your hands seem to gain a consciousness of their own, slowly tracing down each muscle, drawing dangerously low before George leans down to push your shirt up your chest. Raising your arms, your shirt joins George’s on the floor. “You’re absolutely stunning love.” George praises as he reaches behind your body to unclasp your black bra, quickly throwing it away and pressing kisses across your breasts.

You begin to run your hands up the toned red-heads chest when he takes hold of your hands and pins them above your head against the soft cushion, his grip soft, but firm, unabling you to move despite how hard you squirmed.

“Don’t bother darling, now stay still like a good girl.” George smirks, lust evident in his low rasp as he kisses down your naked chest, swirling his tongue around your nipples and massaging them with his calloused hand. Your attempts to escape George’s grasp are forgotten as his teeth begin to nibble on your sensitive buds. Head falling back between your arms, you arch your back against George, silently begging for more. George grins into your skins and pulls back to admire your pleading form, reaching down to undo his belt with a small fumble, eventually pulling his trousers and briefs down completely. Your eyes fly open at the feeling of George’s hard cock brushing up against your inner thigh as George’s dark, brown eyes display a playfulness as he teases his tip against your clothed core.

You begin to struggle against George’s grip again, wanting to take his throbbing length into your mouth and make him beg beneath you. Unfortunately, George has different plans and his clutch stays firm.

“Ah ah ah, just let me make you feel good y/n, save that for another time.” George purrs, hooking his fingers into your panties and pulling them down your legs. Your arms grow limp as George uses his hand to spread your thighs apart and place himself between your thighs. Right in front of where you needed him most. “Please don’t tease me anymore George, I-I need you.” You beg shakily, desperately rolling your hips to gain any friction, your timid demeanor being overthrown by overstimulation and need.

“Patience darling, you’ll get me I promise.” George smirks, closing the space between you to press another heated kiss to your lips and continuing to coat himself in your slick, sliding himself up and down. Bringing his free hand to your clit again, George pushes his thumb to your sensitive bundle of nerves, swirling it around with a light pressure, swallowing your loud moans into the kiss. Once you were squirming beneath him again, back arched and hips thrusting up for more, he finally begins to push himself into your soaked core.

A feeling of ecstasy and satisfaction runs through your veins, bringing a whole new feeling of pleasure and clouding all your senses as George pushes deeper into you, awakening an intoxicating new feeling you could get addicted too.

George pauses for a moment, pulling away from the kiss for a moment to check in on how you were. Your eyes are shut, your mouth agape in a small ‘o’ and with the loss of his lips, desperate moans spill past your lips, mixing beautifully with George’s name.

The toned red-head begins to thrust in and out, incoherent groans falling from his lips as your core clenches around him and your hips buck up to greet him. Picking up the pace. You cry out George’s name over and over again as he continues to snap his hips in and out of you, your body growing limp and your eyes rolling into the back of your head with each thrust. George continues to pound deep into you using all his strength to go deeper and harder, reintroducing his fingers to stroke your clit as he desperately swirls and thrusts his hips.

“Fuck, you make me feel so good darling.” George growls against your ear, peppering kisses to your jaw and burying his face into your neck to try and stifle his loud moans.

With George whispering sinful praises into your ear you can feel a knot tighten in your lower stomach, and your hips begin to buck again and again, begging for release. “Oh fuck George, d-don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.” You mewl breathily.

George, fueled by your moans pushes himself even more, thrusting and swirling his hips until he feels your core clench deliciously against him and your shaky moan cry out.

As your coil snaps, spots flood your vision and your body tenses as shockwaves of euphoria shake your body and your hands beg to grip onto something, cries of pleasure mix with the sound of George’s skin hitting yours as the beater continues to snap his hips into your throbbing core, his cock twitching and pulsing deep inside you as you ride out your orgasm and his release builds up.

George throws your leg over his shoulder in a desperate action for release, using the new angle to push deeper into you and feeling your core contracts to grip his cock, driving him absolutely insane.

“Oh my Godric, George you make me feel so fucking good, please let me help you.” You look up to your constricted hands and back into George’s dark orbs, pleading with him to release you.

George gives a couple more lazy thrusts before he releases your hands and pulls himself out of you. Despite your legs being unsteady, you lay George’s head down on the other end of the bed and begin to kiss down his sweat stained body, slowly making your way down his long body.

Licking a stripe from the base to the tip of his cock, you slowly take George’s length into your mouth, swirling the pulsing tip around your tongue and hollowing your cheeks before going deeper. George’s eyes shut once again as you take him, burying his fingers into your hair and helping you to guide your lips down. Taking what you can’t fit into your hands you start to bob your head up and down, using your lips and hands together as you lick and suck at the sensitive skin. George begins to spew profanities and buck his hips into your mouth, pulling your hair up and down a little more forcefully as you begin to gag lightly. George continues to buck and moan, your name being sobbed from George’s lips as he feels his orgasm taking over him and hot cum floods your mouth. You try your best to swallow every drop, only a couple beads sliding down your chin as you lift your head from George’s length.

“God you look so gorgeous with my cum dripping down your face.” George smirks pulling you onto his bare chest and kissing down your cheek. Your only response is a blush as George continues to stare down at you as if you were his last meal, drinking in all of your post-sex features. Messy hair, flushed cheeks, heavy breathing and swollen lips. Sighing, he pushes those thoughts away as he pulls you up to see him face to face.

“That was amazing love, thank you.” George grins, pulling you against his chest and playing with your soft hair.

“Of course Georgie, but Merlin my legs are sore.” You groan into George’s chest as his chest vibrates with a chuckle.

“I’m afraid Episkey won’t cut it for that darling.” The red-head prankster teases, reaching down to caress your legs lightly. “That’s too bad, have you got any other remedies?” You joke, wrapping your arms around George’s torso, a smile growing on your lips.

“Just lay here with me darling, Relax.” George sighs, pulling back to gaze into your eyes again with a growing smile. “Sounds good.” You respond, a small yawn falling from your lips.

“I-I love you y/n, I’ve fallen in love with you so many times over the years and the fact I still haven’t asked you this question yet is killing me, would you be my girl? Please?” George pouts, giving you his best puppy eyes as you giggle and cuddle closer to his chest.

“I’d love nothing more, my love.” You sigh happily as George’s eyes light up and he peppers your face with butterfly kisses.

“Next time the two of you shag, at least put a silencing charm over the room!” A disgusted shout, causes the two of your to flinch. “Sorry, Fred!” You laugh at the older twin’s plea and turn back to your love. “Guess we were a bit loud, weren’t we?” You tease.

“Me? Oh no darling, that was all you.” George smirks. “And who’s fault was that?” You reason, pressing a gentle kiss to George’s lips once again.

“All mine, I can say that with honor.” The red-head smiles victoriously and pulls you against him again with a chuckle.

“Godric, I can still hear you!” Fred’s annoyed scream rings through the room again.

The two of you only laugh at Fred’s interjection, too busy staring into each other’s eyes to care. The two of you had come so far, from pulling pranks in the Hogwarts halls, running to each other for a spell you could easily perform when you were hurt, to moving into the same apartment to follow your dreams and making love to each other after your confessions of love. You’d only dreamed of being able to hold the boy who’d stolen your heart with each Episkey and prank, and here you are lying in his arms with love bites scattered across your chest and legs too tired to move, slowly drifting to sleep as all your dreams came true.

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andypantsx3 · 4 years

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if i could keep cool | 3

pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Reader

length: 20,322 words / 6 chapters

summary: A villain attacks Shouto Todoroki’s apartment and kidnaps what he apparently believes to be Todoroki’s secret lover. The bad news—for both you and the villain in question—is that you’re just there to clean the place. That’s how it starts.

tags: romance, reader-insert, accidental sugar daddy shouto, misunderstandings

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut

Things did not go back to normal.

You’d opened the door Tuesday morning, expecting the usual empty apartment for your next shift. Only, Todoroki had been there again, stretched out on his couch, a book in hand and what looked like an empty tea mug perched on the coffee table next to him. He was in a pair of dark slacks and another soft looking button up, rolled up at the elbows, and he did not look like he was planning on going anywhere.

“Oh, um, is now not a good time?” you asked, freezing in the doorway.

Todoroki looked up from his book, and you took a surprised step back. Damn, he was handsome. Apparently the weekend had dimmed your memory of just how handsome.

“I have the day off,” he said in his low, even tone. “I hope I won’t be in your way.”

You stared. “Oh, no. Just...uh, do your thing.”

He nodded, and you ducked down under the sink to grab your supplies again, then beat a hasty retreat to start in his bedroom while he wasn’t in it. It felt weird being in his room when he was just outside, but you powered through your usual checklist of items, making his bed, sweeping the floor, and wiping down all the furniture. When you got to the ensuite, you couldn’t help but check around for evidence of a secret lover, now that it was a hot topic of discussion, but didn’t find much beyond his sparse collection of toiletries.

It was disappointing that you’d been subjected to so much for a rumor that apparently wasn’t even true.

When you made it back to the kitchen, Todoroki was already there, seated at the island like he meant to talk to you again.

You startled and fumbled the disinfectant. “W-will I be in your way?”

He watched you evenly, a small smile pulling at his mouth. “I did tell you I planned on protecting my countertops.”

You let out a shocked laugh, delighted he’d remembered your conversation from last week. “We’ll see about that, hero. I have my ways.”

He huffed a soft laugh. “Not to worry, I have a backup plan if careful supervision fails.”

You looked at him curiously, and he produced a thin package in plain brown paper, sliding it across the granite at you like money in a television drug deal. He looked so suspiciously blank while he did it, the whole move almost made you want to laugh.

You settled for staring instead, wondering what he wanted you to do with the package. Were you supposed to put it somewhere? He sensed your confusion and gestured at it with one long-fingered hand.

“For you," he said. "A bribe to ensure the safety of my kitchen surfaces. It seemed to work last time.”

Oh, he meant the tulips. Had he really gotten you something else? Did he really still feel that guilty?

You smiled and waved a brash hand at him. “Oh! You don’t--that isn’t, I mean--you don’t need to give me anything. I meant what I said about calling it even.”

Then you remembered another unnecessary gift he’d given you and stuck your hand in your back pocket, fishing out the leftover tip from last time. “Oh, also this! You gave me too much last time. I took the amount your manager usually leaves.”

Todoroki looked at you strangely. You knew from your ventures on the internet that he was about your age, but he had this way of looking at you like he’d spent a hundred years traveling the world and still found you to be the strangest thing he’d encountered in it. You flushed pink.

“I was given to understand that there were vegetables in need of buying,” he said simply.

You pushed the money at him. “Yeah, which I can do with my normal amount, Todoroki. This is like buy a whole farmer’s market worth of vegetable money.”

He stared blankly at you. “I intended for you to keep it.”

You stared back. Of course he had intended that, but it wasn’t the right amount. Did he not understand how money worked? Why was he being like this?

Todoroki pushed both the package and the money back at you, fixing you with one of the most intent looks you’d ever been on the receiving end of. You felt your cheeks darken. “Last time...I don’t believe we introduced ourselves when we agreed to start over.”

You peered at him curiously. The conversation change seemed abrupt, and strange, like he was trying to distract you from arguing any further. Were you making him uncomfortable?

“Shouto,” he held out a large, long-fingered hand, like he intended for you to shake it.

You reached out hesitantly. His hand was warm, rough with callouses, and something shivery went down your spine when he closed his hand around yours. “Um, Y/N,” you supplied.

“Y/N,” he repeated to himself, and the sound of your name in his mouth fed the weird, shivery feeling. You pulled your hand away from his, and turned to the opposite counter to hide your face from him. God, was it impossible for you to keep your cool around him? Why were you so embarrassing?

Todoroki seemed undeterred by your sudden shyness, keeping up a steady stream of conversation as you worked your way through his kitchen. You wondered at his determination to speak to you, when in the media he seemed so aloof and kind of reclusive. His tone was quiet, and his manner fairly obtuse, as expected, but compared to what you’d heard of him previously, he seemed much kinder.

Todoroki surprised you even further by following up on topics from your previous conversation, which was made all the more embarrassing by the fact that everything he asked about seemed so normal and boring. You wondered why he’d even bothered to ask about the paper you’d complained about last time, when he spent his days literally fighting super villains. Papers were evil, sure, but nothing on the level of actual villains.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, when you failed to respond to his question about your paper.

You shook your head. “Nothing. I was just--surprised that you would ask, is all. Hearing about university has to be boring after everything you do all day.”

You were surprised by a low laugh. “Not really. I’d never considered going--being a hero was all I’d ever given thought to. It’s all my friends ever considered as well. It's...interesting to talk about something that isn't villains or attacks or strategy.”

You thought this over. “Still, though. It can hardly be what you actually want to talk about.”

“It’s...relaxing,” Todoroki allowed. “Thinking about something that is so different from what I do. It’s...nice.”

You thought on this. You couldn’t tell if he was just being nice or if he truly meant it, as he was kind of hard to get a read on, but you supposed if he was telling the truth, you could humor him. Maybe it really was nice to take a break from heroics, to explore other topics of conversation that didn’t carry the weight of human lives on them.

“Well if you really want to know, then my paper’s almost finished,” you said. “The cranky roommate was distracting all weekend so I spent Sunday churning it out in a coffee shop. The fancy one near campus with the nice beans, so it was actually a pretty good time.”

He asked the name of it, and you gave it, wondering if he was into coffee too. He didn’t look like a coffee guy, but then it was hard to tell anything with him. He was so unlike anything you’d expected him to be.

Things got weird again when you finally worked your way over to the island where he’d apparently pushed the money and the brown paper package even closer to you. You stared down at them.

“I’d like for you to accept them,” Todoroki said firmly, once he noticed you looking.

“I didn’t get you anything,” you said, feeling strangely squirmish. “I thought we agreed we’d call it even.”

The look on his face told you he’d agreed to no such thing.

“They’re not apologies,” he said simply. “They’re gifts.”

You looked at him, but he didn’t elaborate any more than that, and your sense of confusion only swelled. What was this all about, really? Was this normal for him? You wondered at the strangeness of the situation you’d found yourself in, and had a hard time concluding what the right thing to do was. Eventually, however, you took a tentative step closer to the counter. Your curiosity about what was in the package was gradually overwhelming your good sense and confusion. Maybe you could accept that and leave the money?

You said as much to him. “This is---really nice of you. I do mean what I said about the tip, though. I can’t accept that,” you mourned the lost vegetables, “but, um, I will accept this? If that’s okay?”

Todoroki looked like he wanted to argue, but at your pointed look, he seemed to reconsider, watching you evenly with those heterochromatic eyes. “Very well,” he said by way of acknowledgement, but something in his tone told you this wasn’t over.

You eyed him. He might be a pro hero and have cash to fling around, but you weren’t a push over. If he thought he’d get his way by arguing more, he was in for a rude awakening. You apparently had no reservations about telling one of the world’s most famous heroes to go fuck himself if pressed. He wasn’t going to win this battle either.

Slowly, you turned back to the brown paper package, carefully sliding a nail under the tape and unwrapping carefully. A fresh copy of your favorite author’s newest book stared up at you, and you couldn’t help the way your fingers clenched down possessively. Oh no.

You gaped at Todoroki. “What--?”

He looked kind of smug, like he knew just how much you liked it. “You mentioned it, last time. You said you liked reading but didn’t have the budget for books during the semester.”

Christ, had he actually been listening the whole damn time? First the vegetables and your paper, and now this? What the hell else had you said to him? What was the fastest way to cause a concussion and make him forget it all? Was this a good enough reason for joining the witness protection program?

“Todoroki, I can’t accept this,” you said.

“You said you would,” he replied. “Am I to assume you lied to me?”

Your mouth dropped open. Was he...teasing you? It was almost impossible to tell with that controlled expression and tone...but there was a glint in his eye that spoke volumes. You’d seen it before, mostly in drunk friends who were about to make mischief. Who would have thought that the notoriously deadpan number four hero had it in him?

“I’m serious,” you said. “This is too much. I loved the flowers, but you seriously don’t need to get me stuff. I know you said they’re gifts but they feel like apologies and I really don’t want that.”

Todoroki watched you closely, then rifled a hand through that red and white mop of hair. “I propose a trade for it, then, if you won’t accept it as a gift.”

You peered at him in curiosity.

“You will call me Shouto in return,” he said.

You let out a flat laugh. “That’s hardly an even deal. Be serious.”

“I am serious,” he replied, something like annoyance flecking his deep tone. He took a breath. “But one other condition, then, if you insist.”

You wondered what else he would ask for if his first request had been so ridiculous. Your first born child, maybe? A dress spun of moonlight? For you to solve these riddles three?

“Your phone number,” he said. “I’d like to text you.”

You gaped at him. He wanted what now?

“Todoroki, a name and a phone number are not payment for a gift like this,” you said slowly, trying to ignore the way your brain was rapidly entering what the fuck mode. He couldn’t be serious. “You need to trade for something you’d actually like.”

“Have you considered,” he said, “that I might like to be your friend?”

You stopped short. Oh that was...so straightforward. And also kind of nice? And also really cute?

You suddenly felt guilty for staring at him like he was a fool to ask. Was he really trying to be your friend? Was this just how deadpan rich boys did things?

“Oh, um, no,” you admitted. “I hadn’t, uh, considered. But I would like that. Being your friend.”

A slow warmth pooled in your fingertips at the idea. You did not understand this man at all, but you liked the little ironic sense of humor that sat under all the rest of it. And the way he’d apologized and had listened to your ramblings and was currently trying to befriend you was actually really sweet. You would actually like to be his friend, if that’s what he really wanted.

“Then my name and your phone number is my trade,” he said firmly.

You nodded slowly. There was a vague sense in the back of your mind like you’d just been tricked somehow, but you didn’t explore it. He’d seemed straightforward enough...right?

He handed off his phone to you for you to plug your number in, and you wondered wildly what your life was now, and what exactly Shouto Todoroki thought the two of you were going to text about.

Todoroki also hovered over you as you added him to your contacts, making sure he displayed as his first name specifically, and you laughed. “What if I know another Shouto?”

“Then you can change his contact to his family name,” Todoroki said dryly.

You huffed a laugh. Straightforward was definitely the right word for him.

After that, you fell into a somewhat easier conversation, buoyed by the knowledge that Todoroki intended to make friends. He asked you more about your life as a student, particularly interested in your thoughts on the books you’d read for lecture, your impressions of your professors this year, and your schedule and favorite haunts between classes.

In return, he shared details of his own work, stories of his time at UA, and details on some of his friends whose personal effects you’d seen around his apartment. It was so interesting to hear about the pros from someone who actually knew them personally, and it gave them dimension you would have never assigned to them yourself. It was certainly news to you that Katsuki Bakugou was a top-tier cook and could actually stop swearing and sit still long enough to make something.

You cleaned as you talked, and then found yourself lingering a little longer even after your shift had finished, enraptured by the conversation. Todoroki was so weirdly easy to talk to for someone who gave the impression of being so quiet and withdrawn, and coupled with his good looks and honest nature, it made him almost too charming.

Eventually, though, you could feel the phantom fingers of your uncompleted homework clawing at the back of your mind, and bade him a goodnight. This evening too, however, he insisted on an agency car, and moved like he would have literally shouldered the door closed on you when you started towards it before a car arrived. Then you again found yourself bundled into the back of a car, this time with a book stuffed into your hands and a vague sense of disorientation floating after you.

As you shed your jacket and backpack in the doorway of your apartment, you got a text from him as well. Goodnight, Y/N, it read, just as simple and straightforward as you would have expected from him.

You stared down at your phone for a long time, bewildered by the strange turn of events that had shaped your life these past weeks.

Shouto Todoroki had gotten you a book. Shouto Todoroki had an actual personality. Shouto Todoroki wanted to be your friend.

It seemed that after your kidnapping, returning to normal had not been an option.

If the warmth on your cheeks was any indication, you weren't so disappointed to find that out.

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yeoandmoon · 3 years

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you are now listening to graceland too by phoebe bridgers! ( yeosang x f!reader )

fluff, burnout!yeosang, bassist!yeosang, writer!reader, childhood friends 2 lovers but also idiots 2 lovers, yeosang and reader run away, seongjoong are engaged, wooyoung + yeonjun have a band, there is only one bed, yeosang has a nose ring, it’s implied reader has a bad relationship with her mother, wc is 3.1k

NOTE: happy yeosang day! this was a doozy to write, but i hope you all enjoy it! its based off one of my favourite phoebe bridgers songs! :)

There’s a mural on the wall of the hotel lobby. It’s a warm toned painting of a forest, with a hint of a bright blue sky peeking out from the top of the trees. There’s a moose standing at the forefront of the mural, and a little fox sleeping on a rock towards the bottom, surrounded by colourful flowers and leaves.

The mural confused you, if you were being honest. The hotel you worked the night audit at was situated in the busy downtown centre of the city you lived in, and there were barely any forests for miles around the city - let alone any wildlife, like moose or foxes. Hongjoong said it was to make guests feel more ‘in touch with nature’ and to help people forget about the ‘problems of the real world’, while Yeosang claimed it was ‘just another scam in the tourist trap’.

You, on the other hand, was sure the mural was put there to torture you. You would spend nights having staring contests with the moose (which, to your surprise, you always lost), or you would spend hours on Google with Hongjoong trying to find out what species of fox the sleeping fox was (you were sure it was a cape fox, while Hongjoong swore up and down that it was a gray fox). The blue sky between the trees teased you; a reminder that most of your days were spent in the library at your university, or in this dimly lit lobby.

Sometimes, it felt like the only time you saw the sunshine was when you were with Yeosang.

Despite the occasional burnout and the lack of seeing sun most days, you didn’t mind the job. You were always more of a night person, and your classes were always later in the day so you did manage to pull in some sleep. Due to the late hours, you usually only dealt with customers in the first hour or two of your shift, and most of that was just directing confused Ubereats delivery people and pretty Tinder dates to hallways and rooms. It was the perfect job to work on your writing, and get your school work out of the way without listening to your mother cry about how you’re throwing your life away like your sister.

Plus, you could think of a hundred worse people to spend the night shift with than the nighttime valet, Hongjoong. Hongjoong often kept you occupied with his latest reforms and art projects, and stories about his fiancee, Seonghwa & their friend, Yunho (who he kept insisting you needed to go on a date with).

“Your emo boy is coming.”

Well, you could think of ninety-nine worse people to spend the night shift with than Hongjoong, who sat next to you at the check-in desk.

You scoff, “He’s not my emo boy.” You mumble, glancing at the street entrance to see Yeosang walk in with an ice coffee on hand.

Despite your words, Kang Yeosang was your person (you wouldn’t quite use the term ‘emo boy’, even if it did fit), and he had been since your family moved in next door to his family when you two were children. Although your friendship lately had been reduced to these late night meetings while you two were on break on your respective graveyard shifts (you at the hotel and Yeosang at the convenience store down the block, of course) and occasional meetings in the garden when you were both running errands for your families, you still considered Yeosang one of your dearest memories.

It was hard not too, you suppose. He had been there for many of your firsts, and was always cheering you on. Yeosang always made you feel powerful and important - like a powerful heroine, and not his bratty next door neighbor who cried on his doorstep after being dumped by her first year partner. He always made you feel wanted.

Yeosang grinned at you as he stepped into the lobby (if your heart fluttered in your chest, you ignored it). He had on a backwards dad cap, and he had recently changed his nose ring out for the gold hoop San had bought him for his birthday. You could just faintly see his birthmark peeking out from where his bleach blonde hair curled under the hat.

“Hello, Sunshine.” He greets you, setting the coffee down on your desk.

You set the pen you were holding down, “Hi Yeosang.”

Upon first glance at Yeosang, you can tell he’s buzzing about something. He’s leaning over the check-in counter and chewing on his lip while making small talk with Hongjoong about the tourist season.

You raise an eyebrow, sipping your coffee as Yeosang turns back to you, “Do you remember Wooyoung and Yeonjun?”

You nearly choke on your coffee at the mention of your other neighbor and ex-boyfriend. Wooyoung had moved onto your street a few years after you had, and quickly became apart of the little bond you and Yeosang had formed. He moved to the coast with Yeonjun, your ex, the first chance they had gotten, but Wooyoung’s family remained in the neighborhood.

“I babysat Woo’s brother the other day…” You watched your friend, “Did something happen? Mrs Jung didn’t say anything the other day.”

Yeosang grins, and it’s his scheming grin, “Their band got signed,” He tells you, “They need a new bassist, and Wooyoung showed them that video you took of me from that show last month. Their label wants me to come down; play a few shows with them, record a couple demos. See if we have chemistry, basically.”

Your eyes widen - both out of excitement and fear. You were happy and excited for Yeosang! This is the opportunity he had been wanting for years, but you were also terrified.

You were terrified in a horrible, selfish way because you knew if Yeosang left to join Wooyoung and Yeonjun, he’d never come back to you.

“That’s… That’s great, Yeo!” You manage a grin whilst trying to shove the selfish thoughts away, “When do they want you there?”

Yeosang’s smile falters, just for a moment but you still catch it, “Monday.”

“F-Five days?”

He nods, “I’m leaving Saturday morning, so I can be there Sunday afternoon.”

You can see it in his eyes; he’s terrified too.

Before you can say anything else, Yeosang leans over the check-in counter and presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, “I have to get back to work, Sunshine.” He tells you, his voice quiet as if he’s giving you a secret, “I’ll see you later.”

He’s already halfway down the lobby when you swear and move out of your chair, you quickly call his name as you move out from behind the desk. You rush over to where he’s standing, and look up at him. He’s confused.

He opens his mouth to say something, but the words die in his throat when you pull him into a tight hug, “I’m proud of you, Yeo.”

Yeosang wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. His chest is warm, and you’re sure you could spend hours here. He smiles, pressing another kiss to your head, “I know, Sunshine.” He pulls away, his hand on your arm, “I really do have to go, though. I’m already late for work.”

You nod, wrapping your arms around your torso as you watch him leave the hotel and turn down the street to go back to the convenience store. When you turn back around, Hongjoong is watching you with an amused look on his face.

You glare at him as you walk back to the desk, “Don’t you have a fiance to call, or something?”

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You were tired.

Friday nights were always busy, but tonight was draining and loud and you could only take so much of Miss Liu’s incessant phone calls about mundane things at 3am. All you wanted to do was go home, and fall into your bed and sleep for hours.

Hongjoong didn’t help your mood either. It was an innocent question about Yeosang, asking if you’d seen him since he visited you on his break but it pushed your mood down to a low point. You had been so busy the past few days, and if you were being honest with yourself, you had been avoiding Yeosang.

You weren’t ready to see him leave. You knew it was selfish, but you figured avoiding Yeosang was easier than admitting you didn’t want him to leave you behind. You would just simply watch his life through Instagram and consider the ‘what-ifs’ in your life.

You shouldered your tote bag after clocking out before yelling a good-bye to Hongjoong. You could see the beginning rays of morning sun hitting the other buildings in the downtown core as you stepped out the employee doors, and then you were hit by the sight of Yeosang leaning against one of the pillars.

Your eyes widen, “Yeosan-”

“Come with me.”

You stop. Your words are left in your throat, “W-Wh… Go with you? To the coast?”

Yeosang nods, “Come with me,” He steps forward, taking your hands in his, “What do you have here? A degree you don’t care about? A job you hate?”

You frown, running over his words in your head, “I-I have my mom. And… I have Hongjoong!”

He raises an eyebrow, “Y/N, Sunshine… Your mom will barely notice you’re gone, and Hongjoong can visit us.” He cupped your cheek.

You’re so busy having an internal crisis you hardly notice the usage of ‘us’. You’re considering the logistics in your head. Yeosang was right; you didn’t care about your degree, and all it would take was an email saying you quit for them to find a new front desk person. Your mom would be upset for a few weeks. She’d probably make some passive aggressive Facebook posts about you before acting like your best friend again.

“Yeosang…” You look up at him, your hand coming up to circle around his wrist.

“Your sister is there, and you could write everyday.” Yeosang adds on, “I did the math, Y/N. Between the two of us, we’d have 6 months to figure it out. 6 months, and we’ll come back here if nothing works out.”

You stay silent for a moment.

“Sunshine, I promised I’d show you the stars, didn’t I?”

You gasp at the promise. It was a silly promise he had made when you were both kids; something you’d almost forgotten about.

It hits you quickly: there’s no one else you’d rather run away with. There’s no one else you’d trust to run away with.

You look up at Yeosang, “Yes.”

He grins, “Yes?”

You nod, “Yes, Yeo. I’ll go with you.”

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An hour. An hour was how long it took for you to turn your life upside down for Kang Yeosang.

In an hour, you had emailed your program advisor and told them you wouldn’t be returning for the next semester, and you had called your manager and told them you wouldn’t be coming in for your next shift, or any shift after that (which was promptly followed by a phone call from Hongjoong, who seemed more excited about this than you were). You had packed up most of your clothes and important belongings, and they were loaded into the back of Yeosang’s shitty car. You left a note for your mother, and before you knew it, you were sitting in the passenger’s seat of Yeosang’s car.

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You had fallen asleep barely an hour into the car ride.

The rolling hills and fields outside your window made your eyes feel heavier, but you tried staying awake to keep Yeosang company.

“Go to sleep, Sunshine.” He tells you, “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Yeosang’s promise was all it took for you to succumb to your exhaustion.

You don't usually remember your dreams. Though today, there are flashes of a beach, and a smile that takes your breath away. There are blue skies and if you try hard enough, you can just faintly smell sea salt.

You wake up hours later, smiling. True to his word, Yeosang is still there when you wake. He’s wearing a pair of sunglasses, and tapping his fingers to the beat of the song on the radio.

Yeosang smiles when he notices you’re awake, “I talked to your mother.”

Your eyes widen, “You talked to who?”

He laughs, “You didn’t answer your phone, so she called me.”

You frown, glancing at your phone in the free cup holder. You could imagine the amount of calls and texts that were in there.

“She wasn’t very happy.” Yeosang continues, “She wants you to call her when we get there.”

You nod, “Thank you, Yeo.” You say softly, looking over at him.

Yeosang throws you a smile, “Of course.”

“Not just for talking to my mom…” You watch him, “For not leaving me behind, too. Thank you.”

Yeosang reaches over, taking your hand, “I’d never leave you behind, Sunshine. You’d have to try really hard to get rid of me.”

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The car ride was long, and full of Yeosang’s early 2000s emo playlist & fast food. You called your sister, who was ecstatic to hear about your plans and had immediately offered you and Yeosang her beach house. She made a comment about how ‘she always knew you two would end up together’, and it made your heart flutter when you glanced at Yeosang.

Yeosang told you about Wooyoung’s band, and how excited he was to play with Wooyoung. You smiled, listening to him fondly talk about your old friends and their music.

It was getting late though, and you could see it in Yeosang’s face that he was getting tired.

“We should stop for the night.” You tell him, “You’ve been driving since 6am, Yeo.”

He huffs, “We could drive through the night.” He proposes, “We’d make it to your sister’s place in a few hours.”

You frown, “Or... We could stop for the night, shower, and then leave first thing tomorrow morning. We'll get there by noon tomorrow.”

Yeosang glances at you, going to protest. He ends up yawning instead, his nose wrinkling slightly, “Fine.” He pouts.

You laugh, reaching for your phone to google the closest hotels. There's a comfortable silence in the car, filled with the occasional beat of Yeosang’s fingers on the steering wheel. You feel at ease, even if it's just for a moment.

“There’s a motel off the next exit.” You tell him, stifling a yawn of your own.

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Sure enough, there had been a motel off the next exit. It was small and slightly rundown, but cheap and had an available room. You waited in the car while Yeosang went into the check-in office, promising to be back in a moment.

He came back dangling a key in his hand, and a slight frown on his face as he opened the car door to let you out.

“So... There’s only one bed.” He broke the news, a blush growing up his cheeks, “It’s all they had, unless we wanted to drive another hour down the highway.”

Your eyes widen, “O-Oh.” You glance at the key, and then back up at Yeosang, “I’ll sleep on the floor, or something.”

Yeosang frowns, shaking his head, “We can share for one night, Sunshine. I think it’ll be okay.”

Which leads you to here; lying almost nose to nose with Yeosang. Your hair was soaking wet from a shower in the tiny bathroom and the small motel bed wasn’t comfortable, but you didn’t seem to mind as you took in the man in front of you. You pushed the strands of bleach blonde hair out of his face, and your fingers softly lingered on the birthmark next to his eye.

His breath stuttered, “Y/N,” He says, his voice a mere whisper, “We’re free.”

You let your hand rest against his cheek. Your eyes lingered on his lips before you caught yourself, moving your gaze back up to his eyes.

Yeosang only smiled at you. He gently held your wrist as he tilted his head and placed a soft kiss on your palm, “I’m going to kiss you now, Sunshine.”

“Yes please.”

You felt every nerve in your body light up when Yeosang kissed you.

A small part of your brain told you that this is where you’re meant to be: in Yeosang’s arms.

You felt this way the first time Yeosang had kissed you too, all the way back on that roof in 11th grade. You two had been talking about the future; about your writing and Yeosang’s music. You looked up at the hazy night sky, and you asked Yeosang if you’d ever get to see the stars.

He smiled at you, telling you that he would show them to you one day before he kissed you so sweetly.

Yeosang still kissed you sweetly. He kissed you like you held the secrets of the universe in your hand for him to take.

You pulled away, “I think I love you.”

He smiles against your lips, rubbing soft circles into your wrist, “I think I love you too, baby.”

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You had this assumption that the next morning would be awkward; that you would be stuck for the next 6 months with someone you could barely look in the eye because of a late night confession.

Instead, you awoke to Yeosang kissing your head and placing a bagel & ice coffee down for you. He had quickly ushered you into the shower, before you put on a change of clothes and were quickly led out to the car between bites of your bagel. This all happened over Yeosang telling you how you only had a few hours before you reached your sister’s beach house, and he wanted to try and make good time so you could enjoy the beach today.

You giggled at his antics before settling into the passenger’s seat for the last few hours of your journey.

You sipped your ice coffee as you watched out the window. The countryside on the highway zoomed by you, and the car was full of sunlight from Yeosang’s sunroof being open. There was a Fall Out Boy song on the radio, and you felt a sense of calm brush over you as Yeosang took your hand in his.

The sunshine had never felt so nice on your skin as Yeosang pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand.

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dollslayer · 3 years

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Charity Case

Bucky Barnes x Reader, College AU, enemies to lovers

Summary: You loathe Bucky Barnes and his cocky attitude but you find yourself doing him a favor. Is he really as insufferable as he seems?

W/C: 3,830

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, uhhh kissing, that's it!

A/N: Here it is! My entry for @sweeterthanthis Quote Me On It 6k challenge!! My quote was "Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Do I look like Mother Theresa?" (in bold). I love the Heathers so I'm excited!! Hopefully I did this prompt justice. As always, if you liked it please reblog/comment! Cheers! I do not consent to my work being reposted/translated on any platform.

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Steve was running late again. You try not to chew your nails off in frustration but he’s definitely testing you. This is the third time in the last two weeks that he’s late to meet you. When he hasn’t been late he’s cancelled all together. Always with a half-ass apology of ‘Bucky needs me’. As if.

You’ve been friends with Steve since your freshman year creative writing class when the only open seat was next to him. Ever since that first day you two had been close. But not as close as him and Bucky. Childhood friends attending university together, thicker than thieves.

You always felt like Bucky was maybe a little jealous of the friendship you and Steve have. Maybe you’re a little jealous too but you’re almost positive Bucky is more jealous of you than you are of him but that’s beside the point. On top of his jealousy Bucky was just annoying. He had a girlfriend but he was always flirting with every girl he met, yourself included. Not to mention he was cocky as all hell.

Steve vouches for his character, swears that it’s all an act and he’s actually very sensitive underneath but you don’t buy it for a second. If you were his girlfriend you’d have dumped him a long time ago.

You don’t have time to dwell on your annoyance too much because Steve is rushing through the doors of the coffee shop. He looks around for you and when he finally finds you the look on his face is relieved. As he gets closer it’s clear that he’d been running to get to you in time. He’s sweaty and a little out of breath and if you weren’t so annoyed with him you’d have found it endearing that he ran here.

“There you are,” he huffs out, “I’m so sorry, I was with Bucky and I lost track of time.”

You purse your lips and hand him a napkin which he takes with a gracious nod before wiping the sweat from his brow. You hand him the iced coffee you’d ordered for him too. The ice is slightly melted from sitting there but he looks so refreshed to be drinking it.

“Figures” is all you say with a huff. If he hadn’t been doing it so often you would’ve been a little kinder about it but you were just irked.

“Seriously, I’m sorry. Nat just dumped him, he's been having a hard time” Steve explained.

“Is it because he flirts with anything that moves?” You scoff.

Steve scoffs in return “He does not! He’s just… outgoing. But no, they had their own problems.” You raise one eyebrow at him. “Okay the flirting had something to do with it but there’s a lot going on there.”

“Whatever, let’s just study for this exam while we can”.

____

You and Steve spent the next two hours cramming for your midterm together. Things were going well and you’d nearly forgotten that you were mad at Steve in the first place. Nearly.

You were so deep into your notecards that you didn’t hear the door open behind you. A voice that could grate on only your nerves. A voice that if it didn’t belong to such a bastard, might even be kinda sexy. The voice breaks your focus completely when it calls out.

“Hey, Steve, are you done already or what? Oh hey, what’s up, beautiful?”

You set your notecards down on the table maybe a little harder than you should. You shoot Steve a glare because you thought it would just be the two of you. Really? You cut in before Steve can answer his friend.

“No, Bucky, he’s not. Can we help you?”

He smirks, giving you his full attention. He knows he has you now, knows you took the bait and he’s goaded you to the point of backtalk. He pulls up a chair to the table and wedges himself tightly between you and Steve. The sound of the chair legs scraping the floor as he scoots closer to you rings in your ears and makes you cringe. You look at Steve again only to find him avoiding your gaze.

“Well, sweetheart, me and Stevie boy here have plans later. Gonna do some gaming and order a pizza, really embracing the bachelor lifestyle.” He raised his eyebrows at this and you just rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, I heard Nat dumped your ass, actually, is that true?” You asked with a fake sweetness.

“Why, you interested?” He rebuffed.

You bristled at his quick response and muttered your annoyance under your breath. You chose not to respond. Instead you decided to address Steve.

“Steve, I didn’t realize that you had plans”

“Oh… yeah, loose plans…” He answered distractedly while pretending to be reading a text on his phone.

You decide to call it a day. You were getting seriously fed up with Steve’s passive behavior in all of this. Thankfully you didn’t have much to pack up, so once you slung your backpack over your shoulder you looked up at the pair to bid them goodnight.

“Well, Steve, this was… enlightening. Bucky, eat it. Goodnight fellas, have fun with your ‘bachelor lifestyle’” You said with air quotes. Turning on your heel you left before either could respond.

____

You had left the coffee shop that evening pretty upset with Steve. Of course it’s fine for him to have other friends but lately it was like he only cared about Bucky and all of your plans took a backseat to theirs. You decided you weren’t going to be the one to text Steve first, since he was being a bad friend. He could be the one to initiate plans.

He did just that when he caught you in the hallway after your midterm a week later. He jogged up to you once again and tugged on your sleeve to get you to stop.

“Hey, how do you think you did? Bet those notecards paid off, right?” He half-joked. He looked sheepish. Nervous almost. You figured it was because of what happened last time you met.

“Yeah, Jesus Christ! I’ve never been so grateful for little pieces of paper.” You scoffed. You decided to keep it light between you. You were still upset with him but his tone leads you to believe he was gonna apologize.

“Right?” He laughs nervously, “So listen, I know I’ve been kind of a jerk lately… Maybe we could get something to eat at Nick’s?”

Nick’s was the local greasy spoon on campus and they had the best breakfast food you’d ever had. You eyed him suspiciously but accepted.

“Alright, but you’re buying. And there better not be any visitors!” You add as you bound down the hall ahead of him. He knows you mean Bucky and he’s not worried because Bucky won’t be showing up today. He’s more nervous about what he has to ask you.

____

You’re sipping on pop as you play with your straw wrapper. You look up at Steve and notice he’s fidgeting a lot more than usual.

“What’s up? Why are you so twitchy?” You question him.

“Me? I’m not twitchy! I was just thinking that’s all” He quickly defends himself.

“Well that was the last midterm of the semester for both of us, I think it’s safe to say you can relax.”

“Yeah, guess you’re right.” Steve concedes quietly.

You and Steve eat in near silence, neither of you mind though because it’s comfortable. You worked on your hashbrowns when you looked up and noticed that Steve had barely touched his food. He was still fidgety, he looked nervous.

“Hey, you’ve hardly eaten anything, what’s the matter?”

He looks a little embarrassed, like he’s been caught. Or like he’s about to come clean about something.

“Look, I wanted to say sorry I know I haven’t been the best friend lately with everything going on with Bucky. He really is having a hard time since the breakup y’know… he’s lonely”

“Right” You laughed, “I’m sure he’s soo lonely.” You rolled your eyes and picked up your fork.

“No really, he just needed a friend to be there. I think he does need to get back out there though.”

“With how smooth he thinks he is, I'm sure he’ll have a date by the end of the night. I wouldn’t worry about it, Stevie.” You responded.

“I’m serious! As much of a player as he comes off he needs to be with someone he already knows. He’s actually really sensitive.” You interrupted with another laugh. There were many choice words you’d use to describe Bucky Barnes but ‘sensitive’ is not one of them.

“But anyway, I was...kinda hoping you’d do me a favor…” Steve trails off.

Based on the conversation you just had you’re cautious. You eye him warily but motion for him to continue.

“Well, like I said Buck’s having a hard time and he needs to get back out there but he doesn’t feel comfortable hooking up with a stranger. I was thinking maybe.. You guys should hang out?”

Steve refused to look at you as he finished the question. The look on your face was a look of confusion and shock.

“Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. Do I look like Mother Theresa?” you asked in disbelief. “I mean seriously, I’m nice but not that nice.”

“Look-”

“No!” You cut him off, “You know I can’t stand that prick. Also why would I want to put myself on the long list of women he’s probably tried to fuck? I don’t buy this whole ‘sensitive’ thing for a minute.”

“I’m serious, Nat kinda crushed his heart when she left. He acts cocky but it’s a front. I just think he needs to see someone to get it out of his system. You’ve got more in common than you think. Just hang out with him once. Don’t think of it like a date, just a really really big favor. Please?” Steve begged.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. “You. Owe. Me. So. Much”

“Really?” He asked hopefully.

“Really. But I’m not gonna bang him. Hard no on that” you said.

“Yeah, yeah of course! No problem! I’ll give Bucky your number!” He reached across the table and grabbed your hand. His hands were kidna clammy but you let him.

“Seriously, thank you. I know you think he’s some jerk but I promise he’s a good guy.” Steve adds, “A-and don’t think of it as like a date, even, y'know? I think honestly he could just use another friend. Think of how good it could be if we could all hang together some time?”

You shook your head and chuckled at his optimism while you stabbed another bite of your meal.

____

‘What’s up, sweetface?’ Gross.

‘Okay, sorry. Hi, how are you?’ Better.

‘I’m alright, you?’

‘Good. Steve tells me you’re a huge trivia nerd. Wanna go to Sally’s tn?’

‘It’s a date’ Shit. Didn’t mean to say that. Fuck. Quick- say something that will deflect before he responds!

‘And since it’s a date you’re paying’ That’ll have to do.

‘Ugh fine. Here’s hoping you’re a cheap date at least. I’ll meet you there at 9’

____

What do you wear for a date with someone that you despise? It’s just bar trivia so it’s nothing special but somehow the jeans and flannel you’ve been wearing all day don’t feel like they make the cut. You rip your closet apart trying to find something before you settle on black skinny jeans and your favorite sweater with some boots. Casual but not too casual.

You spend the whole walk there dreading the night ahead of you. Knowing that you wouldn’t even have Steve as a buffer between you made the whole evening seem daunting. At least you had trivia to distract you. You decide to give Bucky the benefit of the doubt tonight for Steve’s sake. You try to remember Steve’s insistence that Bucky’s a good guy and you have a lot in common. We’ll see about that.

When you arrive at the bar you find Bucky already waiting for you at a high-top table with two PBRs and a shot of brown liquid. Please don’t let that be whiskey. He sees you coming and smiles that damn-his-good-looks smile at you while patting the open chair next to him. The closer you get you even see that he got the whiteboard already for trivia.

“Please tell me that’s not Jameson or Fireball” you greet him.

He laughs a little and shakes his head. “Better - it’s Jack. Sorry, doll, but I already opened the tab. This is what we’re drinking” He nudges one of the shots closer to you and motions for you to pick it up. “Come on, we gotta start the night off right, bottoms up!”

Before you can gag at the thought of drinking whiskey you grab the glass and face him. You both knock your shots on the table before clinking them together and swallowing them in one go. You grimace at the taste and feel the warmth flow all the way down your throat. You quickly take a sip of your beer to rid yourself of the taste.

“Aww, you’re cute when you’re grossed out.” Bucky coos at you.

You’re embarrassed and annoyed but it goes away quickly.

“Shut up, Barnes”

You give him a light shove and he pretends like he’s about to fall off his stool, making you laugh. For someone that’s only ever annoyed you he’s doing a pretty bang-up job of being likeable when it’s just the two of you.

“You ready for me to carry you through some trivia?” You joked.

“Hey, now! I know...stuff” he concluded.

“Mmhmmm, I’m sure you do. Don’t worry, I’ll answer the questions and you just sit there and look pretty” you reach over to pat his face lightly with a wink.

Bucky grumbles before taking another sip of his beer.

You settle in for a long night when the host announces the first round is starting.

____

You managed to steal the first round without breaking a sweat, second round was a little rocky until it came down to you and one other couple. You knew the third round would be tricky but the way Bucky was cheering you on you were determined. To no one’s surprise Bucky had been completely useless so far but to his credit he was trying. At least he was a supportive teammate.

Things were going well until the third round was announced: Old School Videogames. You didn’t know shit about old school videogames. Or regular videogames. The extent of your video game knowledge started and ended with Mario Kart.

When the third round was announced though Bucky hit the table in excitement and cheered.

“Woo! Fuck yeah!” He pats you on the shoulder, “I got this, don’t worry. I so fuckin’ got this!”

He was a few drinks deep but he was so confident and he was your only hope so you went with it. He looked like a little kid the way he was practically giddy.

“You had better! There’s some serious prize money riding on this round.” You said in warning.

“No, no. You don’t understand that I’ve GOT this. Your turn to look pretty, not that it’s gonna be all that hard for you, sweetface” Bucky grinned at you over his beer as he took another sip.

Your cheeks felt heated and you tried your best to hide it by taking another drink yourself. Bucky’s flirting has never worked until now. Must be the alcohol.

“Shut up, Barnes” you mumble.

“Y’keep saying that but what I really think you mean is ‘I love you, Bucky you’re so strong and handsome~’” He imitated in a high pitched feminine voice.

You shoved him for real and before you could say anything else the third round was starting.

____

Bucky wasn’t kidding when he said he had this. He had won the round in a clean sweep and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t impressed. Who knew this man harbored so much videogame trivia? When the host handed you the prize money he just waggled his eyebrows as if to say See?

“I gotta hand it to you, Barnes, I had no idea you had that much videgame wisdom rolling around up there. The only videogame I ever play is Mariokart so I’d be toast without you.”

“Mariokart? That’s it?? No problem, doll. It was nice to contribute.” He chuckles at that.

You divvied the money up and handed him his half.

“Guess I’m not such a cheap date afterall, huh?”

He chuckled as he took his half from you.

“I’m gonna go pay the tab with our winnings, I’ll be back”

You picked up your phone while you waited for him to find some missed texts from Steve.

‘How’s it going?’ ‘Are you guys doing okay?’ ‘I haven’t heard anything so I’m assuming you haven’t killed each other. Have fun, text if you need a ride home.’

You almost rolled your eyes at Steve’s insistence but found yourself smiling instead. You’d text him back when you got home.

Bucky was walking up to you once more and you smiled at him slightly.

“You said you’re good at Mariokart?”

“I didn’t say I was good at Mariokart, I said that I played it. Why?”

“Well I was thinkin’ maybe we could go back to mine and I could whoop your butt”

You weren’t going to say yes but now he was goading you and you took the bait without hesitation.

“Oh, you’re on, Barnes. You’re so, so on.”

His smile grew wider when he heard your response. With that he placed his hand on your lower back and ushered you out of the bar.

____

You played two tournament cups worth of Mariokart and Bucky had indeed whooped your butt. You don’t know why you were surprised, with how much gaming he and Steve do it’s no surprise he’s a natural. You still had fun though. Just when you were about to propose a third round Bucky got up and headed to the kitchen without a word.

He came back with two glasses of water and handed you one. He sat down on the floor next to you and you set down your controller.

“Here, drink up.”

You were taken aback a bit by the kind gesture but accepted the glass just the same.

“Thank you, I might regret saying this but, you’re not so bad when you’re not being insufferable, Barnes”. You told him

He smiled and shook his head as he drank his water.

“Thanks, I guess”

“How come you can’t be like this all the time? When it’s just the two of us you’re so kind and you’re even… I don’t know, funny maybe. Why do you get all cocky whenever else I see you?”

He looked down into his glass at your comment and you watched his brows crease in thought.

“I don’t know, it just sort of… happens, whenever I’m around other people I don’t know that well. I don’t mean to be a dick or anything but it’s like I can’t help myself. People expect me to be a certain way and I can’t help but fall into it sometimes. Nat hated that about me, it’s part of the reason why she dumped me, actually”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that. And I’m sorry about the breakup, too. I know you guys were together for a while.” Bucky only shrugged at this and downed the rest of his water.

“It is what it is. I’m ready to be over it, I’m getting there slowly but surely. I gotta say, you’re not so bad either when you’re not getting all defensive and in my face. You’re actually pretty funny”

Your turn to become flustered at a personal analysis.

“Thanks, I guess I don’t mean to be so defensive either, it's just my response to most other people. I feel myself slip into it and it can’t be helped.” You explained.

Bucky nods at you, not knowing entirely what to say in response.

“I like spending time with you” He says leaning closer to you.

You swallow thickly, not sure what to make of what you feel knowing his face is so close to yours.

“I… like spending time with you too. You’re not what I thought.”

“Me neither,” he shakes his head, “You’re something else.”

With that he leans his head closer to yours and you feel yourself close your eyes and move your lips to slant perfectly into his. You’re kissing Bucky Barnes. The Bucky Barnes you can’t stand. That Bucky Barnes. You’ve decided that his tongue feels too good in your mouth to care now.

His hands come to frame your face and bring you in closer. His hands are warm and calloused but they feel like comfort. You can’t help but to melt. You moan into his mouth and it seems to spur him on. He pulls you into his lap and you let out a noise of surprise that’s muffled by his mouth on yours.

Your hands come to caress his sides and you take your time feeling every muscle and ridge. Your hands idly make their way under the hem of his shirt and his skin is just as smooth as you’d expect. He sighs into your mouth and it takes all of your strength not to fall apart right there. You feel yourself getting lightheaded and have to pull away for air. When you do you rest your forehead against his and the only sound is both of your breathing.

You finally brave a look at him and he has the softest smile on his lips.

“Sorry, doll, didn’t mean to get so carried away but I’ve been waiting for a long time to do that.”

This catches you off guard.

“You have? Wait, did you like me? But you flirt with everyone!” You explain.

“With you, I flirt with you. You just can’t stand me” he laughs out, “Nat dumped me for a couple reasons but that’s one of them she told me I needed to get my priorities straight and I gotta say, I’m thankin’ her for sayin’ it ‘cause she was right.”

You don’t know what to say or what to make of any of this. All you know is that you want to kiss him again, so you do. You grab him by the collar and pull him into you again. He lets out a startled noise but kisses you back all the same.

You don’t care what you used to think of Bucky Barnes and you don’t care about what’ll happen after today. Right now all you care about is feeling him in sync with you for the first time. You could live in this moment forever but right now will have to do.

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Not This Time

A/N: Honestly this feels incomplete and dry but I got frustrated arguing with myself lol. I wanted to post something today, because if I keep pushing it off I will never post anything so here it is. I’m trying.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Word Count: 3525

Summary: Ransom oversteps a boundary and cannot seem to accept the consequence of you ignoring him permanently.

The rude interruption that graced your morning, would leave drained for the rest of your day. Your blurred eyes slowly zeroed in on the small scraps of confetti that would eventually cover the floors of your bedroom. The popping sound had woken you up in alarm, and the frown that graced your face said enough.

The evil faces that turned up in your bedroom were painted in glee, whiles they wished you a happy birthday in unison. “And who’s cleaning that up?” you groaned, naturally reaching for the phone on your bedside table and squinting when the brightness assaults your eyes.

It was only 9:23 in the morning, the alarm was usually set for 11:30 on your weekdays, but you tended to snooze till 12:15. You weren't a morning person and your friend Lizzie knew this when she pleaded on your behalf, arguing that 10:00 was a far more reasonable time to wake you up. Mila, your other friend had disregarded the input of course.

As of late your weekends were more often than not reserved for sleep, this one being no different. Monday would be a holiday so the next 72 hours were intended to be spent alone in your house, at least that had been the plan. You had been feeling more dull than usual, and even your restocked liquor cabinet failed to excite you.

The brunch set up in your backyard was very much up to par with your tastes. It felt pointless to change so you still wore your pajamas, after washing your face and complaining about the time. Your friends had gone all out for the small gathering, hiring quite the eye candy of servers. Each one waited at the table, ready to help you girls to your seats.

Your eyes lingered on one of the men a bit longer than intended, and the unexpected wink sent your way forced your eyes to look elsewhere. Mila jerked at your elbow, before wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at you. You had rolled your eyes before bursting out in laughter, enjoying the rest of your late morning meal with your two best girlies. It had been a while since you saw your friends, so you were glad, to say the least

Unlike you, Lizzie and Mila grew up accustomed to a lifestyle that only old money could provide. They didn't work as often as you did, which made it harder to fit into each other's schedules during the week. You did not grow up poor per se, but when compared to your friends, you could have been perceived that way. Your mother was a professor at Brown University, a fairly successful woman you thought.

You had found your own definition for success, living comfortably and content with yourself, as you often described it. Working in a high-level position for a growing green energy company, you took pride in your resilience. Many of your years were filled with uncertainties but finally, you had made something of yourself. The full ride to Harvard was where you met Lizzie and Mila, never expecting to develop a long-lasting relationship.

The cell you kept for personal use remained ignored after Lizzie dragged you out of bed that morning. The ringer was often placed on silent, resulting in poor communication habits with your friends. It was noon before you thought to check your device, the notification centre being flooded with messages and alerts.

Most you assumed were birthday wishes from people you hardly talked to anymore and some that you were only associated with because of status. They meant very little to you, but the sham thankful replies you sent were only to keep face.

A particular contact had occupied your thoughts for the past two weeks. The spam of messages you left open yet unread grew steadily. You were intent on ignoring him for as long as you felt necessary. He was not important enough to ruin your mood this weekend, or so you thought.

The last bits of sparkling wine settled nicely in your stomach, your chest feeling warm and tingly. You appreciated the quality time spent with your friends but it was time to resume back to your initial plan for the weekend. Lizzie and Mila had their own plans and intended to make your day as lively as possible. On any other day, you’d be down for a good time, but as of late you felt out the mix.

For gifts, Mila had opted for this beautiful emerald green bag from Bulgar. The serpent’s head-shaped clasp suited your corporate persona, which she admired. Lizzie gifted you a pair of Prada boots that she felt were suitable to your tastes.

It was 6 pm when the two informed you of the private room they reserved at a club. Lizzie’s boyfriend would attend, including two other guests, you were well acquainted with. You weren’t interested at first but eventually caved in at the last minute thought of letting loose and having some fun.

Your ringer silenced another phone call, it was his 86th one since last Friday. You were impressed with his persistence, figuring he would have given up by now. Newer messages had poured in, none of which you spared a glance until the last message he sent in.

“Fine, if this is how you wanna play it” you read.

The spat you had gotten into with Ransom, had been your last straw. He was quite the specimen, but a prick at that. The trust fund baby had been spoiled his whole life, and couldn’t seem to handle not having his way for once.

The relationship that brewed between you both could only be described as complicated. It had taken a lot to manage and handle the baggage he brought with him, but you both had balanced each other for a period of time. Now, you were bent on moving on, trying to convince yourself that you were over him, as he also tried to.

It was at Mila’s charity event that you would officially meet the douche, having only heard of him before. The free champagne helped soothe your nerves that night, as you often would be riddled in anxiety. It was an art exhibition, and you’d gotten roped into a conversation with the famous Harlan Thrombey, discussing a painting you knew a thing or two about.

That was when Ransom had walked in, interrupting the conversation. You had turned away, fiddling with your glass as you patiently waited for them to finish whatever it was they were briefly discussing. Harlan turned to you, and introduced Ransom, before announcing that he would have to leave you shortly to give a speech.

At the time Ransom didn't really catch your eye, you avoided making eye contact as you usually would with new people and had missed the way he looked at you. He wanted you in his bed for the night, and you had indulged him likewise. You were gone by morning that day, never being one to wait for the usual awkward boot out.

Maybe you didn't notice it at first, but his face had begun popping up at your usual spots more and more. You’d run into him at a coffee shop where you often scheduled meetings with prospective clients. There were a couple more hookups here and there before he asked you out to dinner five months down the line. That was almost three years ago.

Neither one of you talked about making the relationship official until you initiated the conversation. You had been on multiple dates, including the occasional family dinners his family hosted. You never did like attending them, but Ransom had wanted you at his side. You both spent a lot of time at each other's homes, and soon enough it wasn't just for the sex.

He’d thought of you as his home and maybe you did too. On most days you preferred to have your space, but as of late you missed his not-so-subtle touches whenever he’d pass by you in the kitchen.

That didn't seem to matter now, because you would never admit it out loud or to yourself. Ransom on the other hand loved being in close contact most of the time. As much as he denied the fact, you’d let him pretend the cuddling sessions during movie nights were due to the lack of space on the couch.

You never got accustomed to Ransom’s lavish tastes. He’d been quite the spender on gifts and more times than not you insisted that he return most of his purchases. You could appreciate expensive things, but much rather make those purchases yourself.

He only ever did demand that you keep a particular gift, one you’d almost given back after learning of its monetary value. The personalised bracelet with his and your initials on it had been your favourite. Not once did you ever take it off, and even now you still wore it after two weeks of ignoring him.

It all started when your boss confronted you about an offer he didn’t expect you to decline so quickly. He insisted that you take your time to reconsider, and you had been confused, having never heard anything about it. You were suspicious of Ransom, almost immediately, but thought to give him the benefit of the doubt.

At times he could be controlling, something you’d catch once in a while when you paid attention. There would be discussions about it, but oftentimes things got brushed aside as petty jealousy or mindless over-protectiveness. This time, you couldn’t and wouldn't let it slide.

It was at dinner time when you decided to break out your thoughts and bring something up. You wanted to avoid confrontation, knowing he’d probably try to lie to your face or react in a way you were not ready to handle. He asked about your day as he usually would, and you took the chance to talk about what your boss mentioned, unaccusing of course.

He played along with your confusion for a while, looking unimpressed as you went on. The contract would require your stay in China for two years, assisting in project management at the company’s main plant. Two years seemed long, and you could understand why the news was not exactly exciting. You had merely mentioned that you were considering the offer when he cut you off.

“Well that's stupid, is this some kind of joke?” Ransom's response was expected but you had hoped he would show remorse more if anything. You frowned, arms folded when asking him to elaborate on how he was feeling

“I mean, you're gonna leave me for two years? What am I supposed to do, just wait for you?”

“I would hope so, considering all that we have been through to make this work?”

“Come on, really?” he chuckled darkly, “You think I would wait?”

“Why are you acting like this? I thought at the very least you'd pretend to be happy for me before reacting this way” you moved your hands in a way that emphasised your point.

“Oh like you don't know that I declined the offer.”

The sigh you let out was deep. There it was, the confession you wanted out of him. You hated being lied to more than anything and were very disappointed he played along with your little act for even just a little bit.

“I mean, but what did you expect? That I wouldn't find out about something as important to me as this?”

“So what, I’m not as important?” he tried changing the topic.

“You know that's not what I mean, and you don't get to play the victim here. I-i don't get it with you, I’m always understanding, so why can't you return the favour”

He turned silent, which you thought was disappointing considering he had so much to say before. The anger you were trying so hard to settle down began to rear its ugly head. It was a couple more minutes of silence before he opened his mouth to say something.

“You didn't think I’d find it suspicious that your boss was transferring with you?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion at that. Jonathan had not mentioned anything like that and you knew Ransom didn't like him, especially after a particular encounter at your office.

He had shown up at your job unannounced a year ago to surprise you for your birthday when he saw the arrangements of flowers that decorated your office. Ransom did not look impressed at the scene, and knowing he would never partake in such a gesture you ruled him out. It wasn't until you noticed the card attached to one of the flowers that read out your boss's name.

“Great Job closing that deal, and a happy birthday! - Jonathan.”

As if on queue the head of the department walked in with smiles, asking if you enjoyed his gifts. He rambled on about not knowing what you would like, so figured he’d get a little bit of everything.

“She hates flowers,” Ransom had cut in without hesitation, your eyes widening at his remark. Leave it to him to make the inappropriate gesture from your boss even more awkward.

“He’s not wrong, but I really do appreciate the sentiment. Thank you” you had given him a kind smile, trying to save face. You couldn't remember what happened after that except Jonathan leaving and your boyfriend silently fuming as he walked over to your window.

You turned your attention to him, raising an eyebrow as if to question his behaviour. You were not angry with him, this was a rare moment where you actually appreciated his blunt tongue. Hopefully, your boss would now relent in his not-so-subtle advances.

But that was a long time ago, and frankly, it didn't matter because he was focused on the wrong thing at hand. He had invaded your privacy then lied about it by not saying anything.

“First of all I got this promotion because I worked my fucking ass off, I don't know what Johnathan has to do with anything.” you decided to defend yourself. Whatever it was that he was insinuating didn't matter because you weren't having it.

“Yeah, you fucking worked your ass off alright. You've got him so whipped that he even gets you flowers”

You gasped, and it wasn't so much that the words hurt you, but rather the fact that he’d been clearly harbouring this since that day. There was not much you could do about unsolicited gifts that you never accepted in the first place. Besides, after Ransom’s visit, your boss had ceased all efforts.

“Do you actually hear how insane that sounds? What the fuck was I supposed to do about that?” You reasoned, the calmness in your voice was long gone.

“Quit” he was so arrogant and entitled.

You scoffed, “Well I’m sorry, but some of us actually have to work, to earn a living” the tone you took to, spoke well for you.

“I can take care of you, you know that”

“That sounds nice and all, but I can’t depend on a man who’s never worked a day in his life.” There it was again, the silence.

“You don't even seem sorry, and you've yet to apologize” the disappointment was evident on your face.

He rubbed his hands over his face, his nose flaring up in annoyance, “I did what was best for us”

“No, you did what was best for you” you started but had lost your train of thought.

“You still don't fucking get it, do you? It's one thing to not want me to leave, but it's completely different when you think that you get to make decisions for me.” the words spewed out.

“I'm tired of trying to reason with you Ransom, okay? We are done”

It wasn't even a second after, before he grabbed your arm, tightening his hold on you and yanking you towards him. “We are not done until I say we are”

For a moment there he scared you, he had never put his hands on you like that, at least not outside the bedroom. Your stance did not falter when you yanked your arm away from him “Don't you ever put your hands on me again.”

The initial shock had long subsided when you decided to speak for the last time. “Let me remind you, that you're that one that begs me back every single time! But not this time, I'm tired of you. T-tired of your shit, the jealousy, childishness, everything!” Those were your last words before your tearducts gave up.

It was the first time he had ever seen you actually cry. Occasionally he would witness you shed a tear or two, like when you’d receive a wrong order of what you wanted, or something equally as petty.

He tried to come closer in an attempt to comfort you, but you pushed him aside then turned away. He decided to walk out then and there, leaving you to deal with your own sorrows.

You remember that day so vividly, and each time the memory replayed you did something to distract yourself. Much like you were doing right now at the club with your friends. The boost that alcohol gave you, left you chatty but numb.

The buzz had you going for a while, completely indulged in a game of pool with Mila who was effortlessly schooling you. She could not let you win, not even on your birthday. It was the commotion at the door that drew your attention to Ransom arguing with the security guard and Lizzie's boyfriend, Dan.

“Look dude, she doesn't want you here. Come on don't make this difficult” you didn't realise it but you had made your way towards Dan’s voice, not really processing what was going on. It was the sound of Ransom's knuckles punching Dan in his nose that woke you up from your little daze.

“I said get out of my way” Ransom tried to push his way through.

“Ransom” you yelled out.

His head turned towards you rushing to Dan who held his nose up in pain. You apologised profusely as you checked his injury, thankful that nothing was broken or bleeding. You turned to your ex-boyfriend annoyed, ready to talk his ear off until you remembered you didn't care anymore.

“If you think this is how to get me to talk to you in good grace, then I don't know what to tell you,” you said, pointing behind you at Dan and Lizzie.

“What do you want? ”You sighed frustrated, after signalling the security guard off. He really wasn't making this easy for you. His hands had twitched before when you held Dan’s face to inspect his nose. He knew better than to make things any worse than it already was.

“Look, so maybe, I have stuff to work on, and maybe we can both work on this”

“Mmm, you think so?” you asked rhetorically. It took him two weeks to come to this conclusion, and you noted how he did not start with apologies. He wanted to skip out on the guilt, but you wouldn't let him.

He tried to get closer to you, wanting to feel you against him and to reminisce in the sweet warmth he missed so much. You allowed him to, and for a moment you revelled in his familiar body heat as well, ignoring everything else around you. You let go of him after a while, distancing yourself to make it easier on you.

It took a lot to keep your composure, a part of you wanting him back but knew much wouldn’t change if you did. You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself to relay whatever decision you had made. You were right about one thing, Ransom would always beg you back. Never-ending the cycle of broken boundaries, possessiveness, and jealousy.

“Look Ransom, I couldn’t give you another chance even if I wanted to” you sighed loudly. “I-it goes against my principles, and that's all I have right now. So please, just leave.” you pleaded.

Ransom’s eyes hardened, he wouldn’t back down. This time you noticed the speck of regret in his eyes, but to damn with his jealousy. He didn't want this to end, and he hadn’t meant for it to.

“Come on, don't be so stubborn, Y/N. I love you, is that what you want me to say? I’ll do anything just say the word”

You smiled with hurt in your eyes as you looked at him. The words didn't mean much to you when his actions suggested otherwise. It was the insincere note in his tone that made it easier, but maybe he had meant it. His eyes were much more expressive than his words could be, not that it changed anything.

You simply shook your head no, looking down at your hands and playing with your fingers.

“No, you don't”

The cheap trick at making amends, would not coax your forgiveness, not this time.

Thank you for reading :)

A/N: My sister requested that I put her in the credits for her lil two cents in some of the dialogue, so here she goes.

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