#i forgot how gorgeous she is I took her out of the closet and put her on display again

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[lilacgaby]

02 | serenity

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he woke up to nobody in his arms but a pillow.

he should've expected this. it was just a stupid dream, a hallucination caused by that idiot yesterday. he sighed disappointedly, turning over to shut off his clock when--

he saw her, eyebrows furrowed and frustrated, trying to complete the other side of the puzzle.

he let out a sigh of relief that he didn't even know he was holding. she was there, and he still couldn't believe it. still couldn't believe that the fake girl he'd crushed over since he was in middle school was alive and kicking, and that he'd be alive to see it.

"oh, hey katsuki! i finished the other side, i'd tell you to look but i had to take it apart.." she said, still trying to piece things together.

"yeah, uh. hi." he said, voice deep from sleep, until he coughed and spoke normally. "uh.. we gotta take you to my teacher today. he'll be able to tell us whatever the fuck is up with you."

"right, uh.. just quick question first."

"hm?"

"can i borrow your clothes?"

right. he smacked his forehead because of his own idiocy. he forgot to give her clothes to sleep in last night, she had to sleep in her school uniform. and he knew she hated it, she said in volume fourteen that it was uncomfortable for her, and in volume eighteen she slept in it and woke up aching! he was such a fake fan.

"yeah, yeah, of course." he got up and went to his closet. he looked for clothes that'd suit her, though he doubted he'd have anything good enough.

as he dug through his closet, she eyed the box covering a corner of his shelves. all over the shelves were merch of that one guy.. 'all-might' was his name? just who was this guy anyways, he must be pretty self obsessed. he had his own puzzle line, posters, was that a figure? hell, even the box was themed.

she got up to investigate, holding up the figure, still enclosed in a box. as she eyed it over, bakugo almost fainted at the sight of his favorite character holding his favorite hero. he kept digging into his dresser now, thinking about how his fashion designer parents would cringe at the clothes he was going to put on someone as gorgeous as her.

in [name]'s brain she thought about who was the 'all-might' equivalent in her world. imagining a police officer with posters, puzzles, and fans made her cringe externally, so she set the figure back and backed away.

accidentally hitting the box that was covering the corner of the shelves.

as she moved to fix it, she saw a bunch of manga labeled 'serenity' next to the things it was covering.

she took one and opened it to the first page. she saw... pictures of her. of her first day of school, where she ran with bread in her mouth because she was late. of her bowing profusely for being late. of her being sat between shinto and urameshi because the spot next to her friend was taken-

everything was there. she had seen it yesterday, but to see everything canonically arranged felt bizarre. she put down the book and backed away, feeling conflicted, a burning feeling in her chest.

perfectly timed though, because katsuki had managed to pull out his favorite skull t-shirt for her to wear, along with leggings that he had grown out of.

he held them out, "here, we can go shopping or something later, but this is the best i got for now."

"ah.. thank you katsuki." she walked over to the bathroom and changed. the clothes fit her surprisingly well, accentuating her body. it wasn't really her normal style.. but it'd do for now.

while she changed, bakugo called mr. aizawa to make sure he was awake and kicking. at his response, he asked if he could meet with him in an hour, because of an 'emergency.' and aizawa sleepily agreed.

as he waited for her to come out, he felt uncharacteristically antsy, with his leg bouncing up and down.

she came out, dressed in his clothes, and she looked infinitely better than the fan art he'd made of her wearing a similar outfit.

"uh.. you ready to go?"

"hm? yeah."

as they were about to set off, someone barged into his room. kirishima, who wanted to train on a school holiday.

"hey bakubr-- oh.. who is that?" he said, looking over at [name]. his eyebrows raising slightly as he saw she was in bakugo's signature skull t-shirt.

"get out weird hair!"

"okay, okay uh.. i'll leave you two to it."

as the door shut behind him, katsuki slapped his hand over his face in frustration. he eyed [name], who was still just standing about waiting for him, sighed, and got up.

"well, let's fucking go." he said, holding the door open for her as they walked out. on the trip to the elevator and down, his classmates eyed the two of them, with some of them even noting her striking resemblance to the protagonist of 'serenity'.

he dragged her out quickly, slamming the door to the entrance as they walked to the main campus.

"this school is huge! my school is-- well you probably already know." she said, scratching the back of her head.

"yeah uh.. i do. it was a rundown old funeral home?"

"yes, exactly! and then they remodeled it into my school. but they y'know, built over a lot of graves and stuff."

"right, which is why there's an underlying subplot of you investigating the weird ass supernatural horrors of the school."

"subplot?... oh, i guess yeah. but we do it though the occult club just for fun."

"right. and those two idiots of yours are in it too, huh?"

"yup! shinto and urameshi. it's only cause we needed four people for an official club though!"

"mhm." it was so odd having her talk about her life events with him being able to recite each one of them to her. it felt like he was obsessing over her-- which he definitely was not.

he stopped suddenly infront of class two-a, having her bump into him with an 'oof'. after holding the door open for her, he walked inside to see aizawa, grading papers at a desk.

he eyed [name] suspiciously. "bakugo, is this girl the emergency? if so, i'm tempted to expel you for wasting my time."

"pfft. she is the emergency, and you wanna know why? because she's-- she's not real in this world. she's a fucking anime character." bakugo said, shoving the blank manga book in aizawa's face. "this is what was left after she suddenly popped out the pages, some asshole hit the book with a quirk and she appeared right after."

aizawa took the book out his hands and examined it. "language bakugo. ahem, is this true miss..?"

"[name]. and i think it's true. i'm not from a world with um.. superpowers or anything. and i woke up in an alleyway with that strange guy and katsuki." she said, anxiously twiddling her thumbs as she addressed aizawa.

"so, i think that this man likely has a manifestation quirk then." aizawa reasoned. "he has the ability to materialize things that were on paper, giving them life but not being able to control them. it's so powerful, that i'm assuming a days passed, and [name] is still here."

after thinking for a moment, aizawa came up with a temporary plan. "i've never dealt with a quirk of this manner before. but, since [name] is now a victim of it and you're so keen to help, she can stay at the dorms temporarily until we detain the man who is responsible for manifesting her. bakugo, explain what the encounter was exactly."

"well, i went out and bought this manga, 'serenity'. then, after finishing up i took a shortcut through an alley to U-A, but this damn mugger jumped at me, threatens me and sh-- stuff. he rushed at me so i threw my book at him out of reflex, a puff of smoke appeared and there she was."

"do you have anything on the profile of this man? what did he look like?"

"well, uh.. i didn't actually see him. i was busy looking at her."

aizawa deadpanned, and looked over at [name].

"so, did you see what he looked like [name]?"

"hm? oh i did. he was pretty generic looking, besides the scar on his lip. black hair, black eyes, pale skin. "

aizawa nodded, and went back to grading his papers. "i'll bring this up to higher ups later on, we'll be on the lookout for this man. our only way to find out what brought [name] here and how to bring her back is from the quirk user himself. [name], you will act as a U-A student from today on. it's not a big issue if it gets out you're not from this world, just stay out of trouble."

"yes sir, thank you."

"and bakugo, i trust you'll keep her safe?"

"obviously, who do you think i am?"

aizawa sighed, "then hurry up and leave, you made me behind on grading already. go ask principal nezu for a spare girls uniform, and tell him to call me about any questions. dissmissed."

she bowed slightly and bakugo huffed as they walked out the room.

"well, that went nicely, huh?"

"yeah, you got into class two-a without a quirk. color me impressed."

"you need superpowers in this class?"

"duh, it's a hero school. only the best of the best make it here."

"cool, i'm one of the best already!"

"..right." a ghost of a smile overcame his face as he watched her, surprisingly carefree in this stressful situation.

it was fun watching her reactions to things he had grown desensitized to. her eyes almost bulging out her head when she saw principal nezu was almost enough to make him laugh.

almost.

as she grabbed the uniform, thanking nezu profusely for allowing her to stay, she then followed bakugo back to the dorms.

"so like.. are there any other hero schools? i mean id assume there'd be competition."

"yeah, there's other ones. but they're all weak in comparison to U-A's hero course, so i wouldn't even waste my time thinking about it."

"oh? so, is there multiple hero classes?"

"yeah, three years of two classes."

"that's it? man, it must be hard to get in."

"you're smart enough to get into general studies, so if you were from this world, i think you'd be here regardless."

"aw, thank you katsuki."

"yeah, whatever."

as they walked through the entrance of the dorms once again, they were met with the entire classes eyes on them. it was lunchtime, so they often got together to eat and cook altogether. [name] felt awkward under their gazes though.

a guy walked up, his hair blonde with a tiny black streak in his bang, and slung his arm around katsuki's neck.

"who knew kacchan would date a [name] cosplayer? do you have a secret crush on anime girls kaccha--"

"fuck off!"

"no but seriously, she really does look exactly like [name]. down to like-- her moles and stuff. you're a really good cosplayer random girl." a girl with strikingly long ears complimented.

as the class started to crowd the two, most of them seemingly astonished at one: bakugo bringing a girl in the dorm who had also been in his dorm, and two: her resemblance to the most popular anime protagonist out at the time.

bakugo finally had enough, and decided just to say it since he had permission from aizawa.

"okay everyone shut up! this is going to sound fucking insane-, but hear me out. this is the real [name], no bullshit, straight from the manga. they were transported here after i got attacked, she's staying here in the dorms, and she's attending U-A til the heroes get their shit together and arrest the guy who brought her here."

the class collectively eyed her again. her resemblance was insane, way too uncanny to just be coincidence. it'd also explain her random appearance at the dorms, and the fact that he had gotten permission to keep her here meant aizawa knew so.

"really? that's so cool!" a girl with cute rosy cheeks added.

"we should all introduce ourselves, it'd be the polite thing to do!" said a guy with glasses and.. were those engines on his legs?

the class went around introducing themselves one by one, along with their quirks.

this world was beyond odd, there was a guy with like six limbs, a guy with a bird head, and another who straight up had a tail.

she introduced herself as well, just to be polite. "i'm [name], nice to meet you all."

"we already know you! you're so popular yknow?" a girl now known as mina mentioned.

"yeah, you'd have to be living under a rock to not know you. you're everywhere." tsuyu exclaimed.

"ah.. really? that's- interesting." she said, awkwardly smiling.

"so, since you're [name] can you answer a question i had? it's just to solve a debate between me and that idiot over there." jirou said, pointing at denki.

"ah, sure."

"so, when you were talking to shinto in the occult room the day after your finals, was it you who laid the ouija board for him to find, or was it there in the first place?"

[name] looked genuinely confused. "um.. i didn't place any ouija board anywhere."

"told you!" "that was a guided question!"

she eyed the two as they argued over who would win.. a thousand yen she thought?.. she wasn't really even interested in the bet anyways. she felt off after that question. it wasn't like she and shinto would never see eachother again, but she was feeling so homesick. she perked up again, reminding herself to stay optimistic, and that she'd get home soon.

a really pretty girl named momo was the last to come up to her, "hello [name]. i'm a big fan, and i noticed that your clothes isn't very.. well.. suited for you. so,"

momo took her hand gently, laid a black card in it, closed her hands and put it to her chest.

"please use this card to your hearts content. i hope we have the time to go out and chat before you go back to your world."

"this is very generous of you! i don't know if i can accept this-"

"please do! think of it as a gift. a welcoming gift from me."

"i-- okay. thank you momo."

"of course."

everyone had now gone back to what they'd normally do, except bakugo.

"so, you coming or what?" katsuki finally asked her, after he'd gotten her set up in the dorm right next to his.

"going where?"

"shopping, duh."

"with you?"

"my parents are fashion designers and i know all the coolest spots, now are you coming or not?"

she smiled and clasped her hands together. "of course im going."

the walk to the mall was peaceful. katsuki would poke her in the side lightly whenever she'd stare at someone with a strange physical quirk for too long, apparently there was a sort of 'racism' against people with body-modifying quirks in this world, and staring wouldn't be taken well.

he brought her to store after store, her hands and his filling up quickly with bags as they shopped until they dropped, katsuki only encouraging her to spend more because momo 'wouldn't even notice.'

after they had picked out a closet's worth of clothes for [name] to wear, they sat down at a cafe to eat.

bakugo ordered [name]'s favorite food and dessert without her even telling him, as he ate his spicy noodles, she made an offhand comment. "y'know, it's like we're on a date right now."

he almost choked on his noodles as he realized that.

she had him so hopelessly wrapped around her finger without doing anything, it was driving him insane.

when the dessert arrived, [name] took the liberty to smudge frosting from a spare cupcake on katsuki's nose, making her laugh loudly at her own actions.

if it was anyone else he would've blew up but,

he laughed softly too.

he really didn't want this to end.

especially not with knowing the only other way he'd get a date with [name] after she left was through a bishojo (otomes with guy protagonists) game.

but as he saw her laugh as he went back to dot some frosting on her nose as well,

he figured he'd leave those thoughts for later.

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[skauni]

High School AU: Chubby!Fem!Reader x Bully!Kyle Garrick

!WARNINGS!: Content includes slight bullying, minors getting drunk, and slight horny.

Senior year. What a mess the school was after your senior class pranked the school. But there was one thing to look forward to: Prom. You had a beautiful dress put aside in your closet for it; nothing and no one was going to stop you from having fun at this year’s Prom. Who cares if you didn’t have a date? You didn’t need a date to know you were going to have a good time. Besides, your best friend Lora was going with you since her date ended up not being able to go.

The school day was going good. You hadn’t seen Kyle Garrick, the school bully, yet. You went to your Library Aid class—and lo and behold… there he is. Why couldn’t he just be gone today? Like he normally was? Usually Kyle skipped the first 3 hours of school! You did your best to ignore him and just took your seat. And then disaster struck…. “Oi, tubby, who’s your date for Prom? Oh wait, I forgot. No one wants to take you to prom as their date~”. God you hate him. “Why can’t you treat today like a normal day and show up late?” You groaned. He chuckled. “Wouldn’t miss watching you be rejected or un-thought of for Prom.” A lie. Though you didn’t know, he just needed to be sure no one wanted what he wanted. And he wanted you.

You huffed again. “Don’t you have a different victim you can pick on? Book worm? Tech nerd? Straight A student? Teacher??” You asked. He shrugged. “Why? Getting tired of my visits yet?” Kyle teased. You nodded. “You could say that.” You replied. Kyle frowned slightly. He kept trying to get under your skin for the name 15 minutes. Eventually giving up and leaving to pester someone else. The rest of the day went the same as ever with Kyle and his none stop remarks. But you paid it no mind. Tonight was Prom, after all. And nothing was going to ruin your mood before then.

At home you got ready. Getting dressed in your skin tight, short, periwinkle blue dress, doing your hair, all of it. Lora showed up around 9PM, she fixed your hair a big before hugging you tight. “You look absolutely gorgeous! Gimme a turn, I wanna see it all.” She said excitedly. You happily obliged, turning slowly. Lora clapped happily. “Ok now you, Lor.” You laugh out, she chuckled and turned slowly as well, when she was done you reached over and smoothed out her dress. “Stunning.” You said.

The two of you went to Prom, you stayed together for the most part until Lora had to go home because her parents weren’t going to let her stay out all night. Unbeknownst to you, someone had spiked the punch with their Mom’s tequila. Now, it’s safe to say you were drunk, you had about 7 glasses of the spiked punch before it was switched because security figured out it had been spiked. So, alone in the corner, drunk as hell, you start to get stupid ideas. You look over to the bleachers and start to walk over. You drunkly walk up the stairs and decide to sit in a boy’s lap, just for the fun of it y’know? To your surprise he pulls you in. The boy groaned softly and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Mm… this is just what I needed Sweetheart..” you gasp at the voice. Kyle. In a panic you try to leave his lap but he just pulls you in tighter, one hand squeezing the thickness of your thigh and the other cupping a bit of chub on your waist. “Kyle what are you—” you start, but he quiets you with a soft chuckle. You flush red. “You have no idea how long I wanted THIS to be the reality with you…” he whispers into your ear. His voice almost a velvety purr. Your breath hitched as he planted a soft kiss to the crook of your neck. He sighed softly. “Still scared?” He asked. When you looked away awkwardly he adjusted you in his lap against before turning your head back to him with a soft but firm grip on your chin. Kissing you tenderly.

You eased up at some point during the kiss. And he chuckled as he pulled away. “Kyle…-” you murmured. Your voice breathless as you tried to speak, but he carefully nudged you out of his lap and took your hand. “Let’s go someplace more private, Sweetheart.” He said silkily. “O-Okay…” You swallowed a bit and followed him like a lost puppy. He lead you out of the gymnasium and into the quiet hall. Pinning you up against the wall and carefully locking you there with his own body. He leaned down with a sly grin. “This like your dorky romance novels, Sweetheart~?” He teased lightheartedly. You blushed and nodded embarrassedly. He softly hooked your chin with his index finger and made you look at him before kissing you again. This time it got more heated.

You hooked your arms around his neck and squeaked as he picked you up effortlessly. Your legs placed on his hips as he gripped your thighs to keep you in place. He went back to kissing you, a passion rising in him. When he started kissing and nibbling on your neck you started to pant and gasp softly, trying to keep quiet. But your attempts meant nothing, the security guards caught you even if you were quiet. “Hey! You two kids get back to the gymnasium or leave, those are your two options!” The security guard shouted as he flashed his violently bright flashlight at you two. The both of you grimacing as it temporarily blinded you.

Kyle grumbled and set you back down carefully. “C’mon. I’ll walk you home.” He sighed, holding his hand out for you. “Really—?” You seemed to sober up immediately at his offer. He chuckled. “Really really. I’d rather not let my new girlfriend walk home alone.” You blushed and took his hand. Somehow it came as no surprise that he knew your parents were definitely already asleep at this time, it was almost 1AM after all.

[primalmagic]

stars in the noon sky

linh's coming over, marella's room is a mess, and she's just a little bit stressed about her mom.

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Marella tightens the red bow in her hair for the one millionth time, humming softly to her favorite song. It'd been playing on repeat for an hour now, but she hadn't been paying attention- her mind was occupied with... something else.

Finally satisfied with how she looks, she closes a cabinet door. As she wipes a suspicious stain off of her mirror, a sharp knock echoes across the bathroom walls.

"Marella, darling, what have you been doing in the bathroom for so long?" Caprise's clipped and unfocused voice floats through the door.

Fuck.

"Nothing, Mom! Do you need anything?"

"I want to take a bath."

"You alright took two baths today," she frowns, nearing the door.

"I want to take a bath," Her mother repeats stubbornly.

She unlocks the door and lets her mother in. It was one of her mom's good days anyway, and the last thing she wants to do is make things worse. See, ever since she had manifested and started throwing fireballs everywhere, something had shifted between the two of them. Because yes, she'd stood up for Marella, but now she was more... skittish around her. Maybe she was reading into it too much, but it made her feel sick. It wasn't her fault she was a pyrokinetic.

"Just be out by the time Linh comes, okay? I'll see you then." She kisses her mother's cheek and leaves the bathroom, ignoring the confused look on Caprise's face- she either forgot Linh was coming over, or forgot who Linh was.

She spends the next two hours tidying up her room, which was saying something, because Marella Redek absolutely hates cleaning up her room. It isn't just a chore, it's absolute torture. Plus, it's not like anyone has ever bothered to remind her to clean it. Her dad barely interacts with her anymore, and her mom... well, her mom was her mom. So, after months of throwing things around, her room was beginning to look like a dumpster fire.

She isn't proud of it, and she's damned if she'd ever let Linh come over to this sort of mess. So now, for the first time in forever, she's cleaning up.

And look, she's nervous. Linh is, well, amazing. She's kind, and talented, and funny, and all the things Marella has ever wanted to be. Plus, she's gorgeous. And not just in looks- but in action. Watching her around water was one of the most fascinating things Marella has ever witnessed. She was elegant, and graceful, and-

"Marella?"

She looks up from the ground, hands on a textbook from years ago. "Oh, hi Linh," She manages weakly, "I was just... studying?" She gestures towards the book in a rather awkward manner.

And Linh, ever the sweetest, smiles at her and asks "Anything I can help with?"

"No, uh, I was just finishing up. Sorry." She thrusts the book into a nearby closet and stands up. Idly, she looks at Linh, only then realizing that damn, when had she grown this tall?

Marella has always been taller than her, it was a fact. One that she'd tease the older girl about relentlessly. Now they are practically eye-level, and she doesn't really know what to feel about that.

Linh blinks, "What?"

For the love of mallowmelt, she'd been staring, hadn't she?

"Nothing, I just realized that we're almost the same height," She frowns, "It's a pity. I won't be able to see your hair anymore."

Linh scoffs, "You'll see my face. Isn't that better?"

"Yeah," She looks her in the eyes, smiling slightly, "It kind of is."

That didn't seem like the response she'd been expecting, and Linh turns a light shade of pink and looks away. "Anyway... uh, your mom let me in and said there were cookies in the oven, want to go grab them?"

At the mention of her mom, her smile dims slightly. She walks past Linh and grabs her hand, dragging her down to the kitchen.

The cookies are not in the oven, in fact. They are sitting unbaked upon the kitchen counter.

Linh frowns, "Oh well, we can put them inside, and come back later?"

At that, Marella giggles. "I know it's really easy to forgot, but I'm a pyrokinetic, darling. I'm like, a living, breathing, oven. Except I get things done a hundred times faster." She waves her hands around dramatically as if it emphasizes the point.

"Oops," Linh laughs, "Sorry?"

Marella watches her hand, willing the smallest spark to answer her call. A tiny flame begins to lick her hand, swelling and waving as it hits the air. She puts the cookie tray on top of her hand and watches as the cookies slowly turn harder and form a clear shape.

"Damn." She hears Linh mutter.

"What?" Had she done something wrong?

"I don't think I could ever get used to you doing that."

Unease curls in the bottom of her stomach, fear pulsating and whispering in her head. She hates you. She hates your fire. You're an idiot. Fuck, you're such an idiot.

Linh's eyes widen, "Shoot, that came out wrong. I mean, like, it's really beautiful. The flames, and the way you control them. It's- it's really cool."

Marella stands there a while, partially in shock and partially basking in the warmth of her friend's words.

"Marella?"

"Marella?? You alright?"

She blinks, then sees Linh point at her hand. The cookies, now a harsh charcoal black, lay in ashes upon the slightly-bent tray. Flames dance upon the edges, high enough to reach her face.

"Sorry," She mumbles, "Sorry. Somehow my fire ends up messing everything up."

"I don't blame you," the older girl shrugs, and after a moment, adds: "Or your fire."

She wills out a large droplet of water and plops! it on top of the still-burning cookie tray. She looks up and grins, "There you go! Problem solved."

"Thanks," Marella laughs lightly, "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Linh nods, "I take my job of being the only one that can put you out very seriously."

"You mean, put my fire out." Marella snorts.

"No, I mean you. You and your fire aren't different people. It's your ability, and a part of who you are." Linh looks at her curiously, "Why do you always act like it's on its own?"

It's not accusatory, but it causes the blond to look away. "Sorry."

"You don't have to apologize," She steps closer to Marella, "Are you alright?"

The truth spills out of her before she can remember to keep her mouth shut. "My mom does it, a lot."

"Does what?"

"She's a flasher. Whenever you ask her to use her ability or just... do something, she'll always just frown and say her light 'doesn't want too'. It's... I think I know why she does it, honestly. It's so much easier to pretend that it's not my fault that my ability did something wrong. Especially when everyone's so goddamn set on calling me the villain because I'm not Talentless, but somehow, I'm ten fucking times worse!" She yells, not sure what the hell she's doing anymore. But she's started, and she's definitely not done.

"And my mom... they say she's getting better. They say she's learning and she's going to be okay but I know her, and I know she's not. And it sucks, because I love her, and I need her, but maybe I'm wrong and I don't know who she even is anymore. I'm constantly walking on broken glass around her now. It's like- it's like, before we would be able to do things together and now... now it's like we have nothing in common at all."

Linh interrupts, looking at Marella with an expression she can't quite pinpoint, "You have her freckles."

"Sorry?"

"You have your mom's freckles. They aren't super noticeable but they're still there. One right next to your nose and the others on your cheek. Your mom has them in the same places. Not that it matters or anything, but uh, you know, just an observation." She mumbles, turning away.

"Oh." Marella blinks, willing her blush to go away. "You've got a good eye for details."

She shrugs, "Not really? It's just, easy, when it comes to you, I guess?"

"How come?"

"They're like stars," She leans on the countertop and looks up at Marella, "Like the really small ones you can only see during the dead of night. The ones that have always been there, but you just don't notice 'cause you haven't been looking close enough."

Marella opens her mouth to speak, but closes it when she realizes Linh isn't done.

"They're like stars in the midnight sky. But you're not midnight, you're the freaking sun. Stars in the morning sky? What's the opposite of midnight?" She frowns and scrunches her eyebrows (it's not cute, Marella thinks).

"...Noon?" She supplies.

Linh snorts, "Sure, noon. Stars in the noon sky."

"My freckles... are the stars in the noon sky." She blinks again, because she doesn't really know how to reply like that.

"Yep!" She laughs.

The silence that follows isn't awkward, but it's not quite comfortable either. Marella grasps for something to say, and eventually speaks.

"Hey, Linh?"

"Yeah?"

"You're a really awesome friend."

She beams, "Thank you!"

"Want to go grab mallowmelt?"

Linh's smile never disappears, "How could I ever say no to that?"

[hockybish]

"So where are we going tomorrow night? I want to know how I should dress" Maisie rifled through her closet looking for options to wear for her and Luke's Valentines' Day date.

"Tomorrow? What's tomorrow?" Luke frowned, trying to remember if he was forgetting an important day in their relationship.

"Valentine's Day?"

Luke's eyes went wide when he realized what he forgot to get a reservation for dinner. And it being pretty much the day of, it was going to be nearly impossible to get something set up in time.

He was gonna try anyways.

The hockey player spent the entirety of the next day calling place after place, trying to find a somewhere to take Maisie. He wasn't having any luck, many of the fancier expensive places were booked up into the late hours of the night.

Maisie decided to go all out when Luke told her to put on some a little dressier. She chose a lavender number that accentuated her curves perfectly. She also got her hair done and painted her nails to match the dress.

Luke had a hard time containing himself, she was gorgeous.

"Name?" the person at the host stand asked, not looking up from their tablet. It was bustling at the place.

"Um Hughes? Luke Hughes." He knew there was nothing there. But it didn't hurt to say it.

"I'm sorry sir there is no reservation under that name." the hostess informed him. He looked over at Maisie all dolled up.

"Please do you have anything? Any cancellations or no shows?" Luke pleaded with them. He would take anything at this time. The hostess sighed looking at their tablet again, once again no dice.

He sulked back to Maisie in defeat. It was their first Valentine's Day together and he failed at the most simple task of getting a reservation. He felt bad about it.

"They loose the reservation?"

"Not quite." Luke scratched the back of his head. "I never got one. I may have forgotten. I'm sorry Maize"

"Hey no it's alright." She paused for a second. "I think I have an idea" Maisie grabbed his hand and led him to a different place a few blocks over. A little hole in the wall pizza joint that they were way too dressed up for but they weren't ever going to need a reservation.

"This is good right?" She took a bite of the greasy slice

"Yeah, yeah it is" Luke leaned into kiss her.

~ years later ~

"Mommy you look so pretty" Little F admired her mother as she got ready for another V-day date.

"Mom, you should wear this necklace tonight" A picked out the piece of piece of jewelry that he happened to get for her.

"Mommy can I go to?"

"Yeah I want to go too!"

Maisie looked over at Luke who shrugged at her. He was indifferent if their babies went with them.

They've been doing to the same thing since that first date. Maisie puts on her fanciest dress and jewelry while Luke puts on a suit and tie he doesn't normally wear on game days. They're not in New Jersey anymore, but they still find a cheap pizza place.

"Alright. Go put on the fancy clothes you wore to Uncle Jack's wedding." Maisie instructed. What was two more?

[xxcookiecrumbsxx]

Valentine’s Day Wenclair drabble!! Wednesday proves how much better of a Valentine she is than Ajax.

Wednesday was surprised when Enid came back from her date with Ajax seemingly disappointed. She cleared her throat as Enid got ready for bed.

“Did Ajax do something special for your Valentine’s date?”

Enid sighed. “No. He said he forgot it was Valentine’s day. We just had dinner. It was fine, I guess.”

Wednesday frowned a touch more than usual. “Did he at least appreciate the glittery monstrosity you spent all afternoon preparing?”

“No. He said he didn’t want the glitter to get in his food so he hid it underneath his plate, but then he left it there. He didn’t even open it.”

Enid seemed to almost perk up at how Wednesday’s fist clenched in response. “You still can’t hurt him,” she added.

Wednesday sighed. “If you insist. I must at least tell you that even with my limited knowledge of adolescent relationships he seems to be a less than desirable paramour.”

“Yeah. He has his flaws.”

Wednesday stopped the typing she had continued during their conversation thus far. She turned to look at Enid, who turned her head to glance back.

“You deserve better, Enid.”

Enid looked away to hide the tears in her eyes. “Yeah. Maybe I do.”

one year later

Enid came back to the dorm to find her girlfriend of 11 months putting the finishing touches on a fancy dinner, set up on a table in the middle of the room. She gasped quietly, causing Wednesday to turn.

“You’re late. I had hoped to give you time to get dressed, but I had no choice but to plate the food.”

“Sorry, Yoko and I were talking. What’s all this?”

Wednesday stepped closer to her, her heels clicking as she approached. “It’s Valentine’s Day. Did you forget?”

Enid opened and closed her mouth twice before responding. “No, I didn’t forget. I just didn’t know we had plans.”

Wednesday pushed a strand of hair behind Enid’s ear. “I wanted it to be a surprise, but I thought you might suspect. It is a holiday, after all. Your favorite one, no less. Besides Christmas.”

“You’re just too good at outdoing all of my expectations.” She leaned forward to kiss Wednesday’s cheek. “What should I wear?”

Wednesday’s eyes moved to a garment bag hanging from Enid’s closet door. Enid grinned wide. “You got me a dress? Babe,” she dragged out the term of endearment. “You didn’t have to do that.”

Wednesday started back towards the table. “You deserve it. What’s the point of a family with money if I can’t spend my extensive allowance on you?”

Enid melted. “Wednesday.”

“Go put it on, the food will only stay warm for so long.”

Enid obliged, taking the garment bag with her int the bathroom. She gasped when she saw it, a dark pink and silky dress with colorful embroidered flowers covering the sleeves and top. She tried not to rush too much through her makeup but was soon making her way back to the table. Wednesday couldn’t take her eyes off of her.

“You look ravishing, mi amor.”

Enid blushed. “Thank you. It’s an absolutely gorgeous dress.”

“I thought you might like it. It’s having the desired effect on me, at least.”

Enid giggled. “Good. And you made dinner?”

Wednesday nodded, lifting the metal cover to reveal a chicken dish.

“I have Thing’s assurance that I haven’t used any unusual ingredients.”

Enid laughed. “Great. It looks delicious.”

After dinner and light conversation, Enid snuck to her side of the room while Wednesday cleared the dishes. When she returned Enid presented her with an envelope.

Wednesday took it with a quirked brow. At Enid’s grin she ripped it open to find a card. An elaborately drawn and intricately colored grayscale bee was inside, along with, in Enid’s careful hand, “Will you bee my Valentine?”

“It’s not as fancy as your stuff, but I hope you still like it.”

Wednesday looked up. “Nonsense. I love it. It’s perfect. And yes, I will be your Valentine if only you will be mine.” She took Enid’s hand to press a kiss to the top of it.

Enid blushed. “I will be your Valentine.”

Wednesday gave a rare grin. “Excellent. I have one more thing for you.”

“You’ve already done so much—“

“Nonsense. It’s nothing fancy.” Wednesday pushed towards Enid a polaroid camera that looked suspiciously familiar.

“Isn’t this mine?”

Wednesday gave a curt nod. “Yes. I am allowing you to take a picture of us together for you to put in the case of your phone. I request you take two.”

Enid’s smile covered her whole face. “You’ll let me take a selfie of us? When we’re all dressed up?”

Wednesday nodded again. “I can’t promise a smile, but if you’d like I will kiss your cheek, so you won’t see the lack thereof.”

“Okay!”

Enid quickly set up the shot, smiling wide while Wednesday pressed a kiss to her cheek. She pressed the button twice. When they came out she handed one to Wednesday, looking closely at her own copy. If you looked close enough you could still see the smallest of smiles on Wednesday’s face.

-

A few days later Enid stopped in her tracks when she opened the dorm room door. There was something new hanging on the wall above where Wednesday was typing at her desk.

“What’s that?”

Before Wednesday could reply Enid approached, finding her Valentine’s card and the photo pressed in a frame. She went quiet for a moment.

“It’s from Valentine’s day. Once we’ve been together for a few years perhaps I’ll get a scrapbook. But for now the wall will do.”

“You…you framed it?”

Wednesday turned to face her, looking slightly confused. “Of course I did. It’s special to me. You made it. I want to see it as often as possible.”

Enid didn’t reply, just leaning down to hold Wednesday’s face and press a slow kiss to her lips.

“You are an excellent Valentine,” she whispered.

Wednesday grinned, her eyes still closed from the kiss. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

[artemissunn]

TopGun ff/1

Nothing much to say. Enjoy!

IV.

*Lacey*

Early afternoon Penny dropped the costumes. Dad wanted to back out of it but she said something which shut him up. I loved this woman, she was amazing. I had to get to the Hard Deck around five to help with the decorations. I put my dress into a backpack and left the house leaving only a note on the table.

“Finally you’re here! I have so many stuff to put up.” From the colorful disco balls to the lights Penny didn’t leave a single thing out. “I hope you brought your dress.”

“Of course I did. It has more colors than I have in my closet.” I giggled.

“Good good. Anything fits to it.”

“Who will be the third in the band?” I forgot to ask yesterday.

“Cam.” I really hoped she’d be okay with me tagging along.

When we were decorating she arrived and helped us. She seemed really cool but I didn’t want to push myself onto her. We talked a little and she told us about last night. A little competition she had with the aviators.

“I think it’s pretty good.” I took a few steps back looking around the place.

“Nice job.” Cam held up her hand for a high five. Smiling I hit it.

Slowly everyone we knew arrived and with them the rest of the people who usually come here. Costumes everywhere. Hangman dressed us Danny from Grease. There were leather jackets and colorful suits. Gosh it was amazing. Bradley and Carrie arrived too dressed up as Johnny and Baby from Dirty dancing.

Which kinda hit in the guts that dad arrived with them. He hugged Carrie and placed a kiss onto her head. I felt like that he loved her more than he ever did me.

“Lacey have you met Carrie? Bradley’s bride?” He smiled.

“Yes. Yesterday.” I nodded and felt like crying. As much as this night sounded good I wanted it to end.

“Go sweetheart, Bradley get something for her to drink before the rush.” He patted on Bradley’s back. I wasn’t jealous of him but that he liked a random girl more than me was an arrow into the heart.

Cam already changed into her costume and was talking to Hangman. She was so gorgeous and just loved. Iceman was amazing and her friends seemed cool too. I know that my father was the legend, the Maverick but I couldn’t help but think that he wouldn’t be who he is.

“Penny I’ll stay here you can go change if you want to.” I smiled at her.

“Sweetie you’ll change too. I don’t know what’s going on in his head but I’m sure as hell I’ll have a few words about that.” She sent lightnings with her eyes.

“No. Please don’t. It’s okay, I don’t belong here anyways.”

“You will have a good night, because you deserve it.” She hugged me like mom did. “Let’s go sweet pea, we’re gonna change. Cam watch the bar for a sec.” She told her.

We had the jean costumes. Ruffles on the lower leg, golden belt scarf around the waist, a blue-white top and a jean jacket.

“I think you look amazing.” Penny pinned my hair back.

“I don’t feel like it.”

“Darling don’t let any man ruin your night. Even if it’s your father.”

“Thank you Penny.”

When the clock hit nine almost everyone in the bar singed karaoke and many people were dancing in the floor. Penny’s words helped then, but it just wasn’t easy.

He was talking to his pilots. Laughing, smiling and buddying with them.

When Carrie started talking to him he was all ears. She giggled on something that he said and then she hugged him. Like I did when I was five.

I wished mom was here. She’d know what to say. She was never afraid and..she is dead.

I felt the tears gather in my eyes.

“I’ll be back in a sec.” I shouted trough the crowd and went to the bathroom. The most of the people were men so right now body was here. I looked into the mirror.

Eyes red. Tears ruining my makeup and nothing was alright. It was all a mess and I didn’t know how could I act like I was okay. I was not, I wanted mom back. I wanted the weekend dinners with my grandparents but most of it all I wanted back my childhood. Now the tears were streaming down my face. Since the accident it was almost a daily thing.

I started to wipe my face but then the blood started dripping from my nose.

“Fucking hell, now again.” I cried and sat on the floor shaking. Trying to stop the bleeding.

The door opened and I really hoped it was just a girl in the need of the toilet.

“Lace, jesus..” Bradley walked in and kneeled beside me. “What happened? Are you okay?” He pushed my head a little and pinched my nose at the bridge.

“I’m okay. It will stop soon don’t worry.” I still sobbed and I hated myself for it.

“Fuck.. we need more tissue here.” He jumped up and got paper towels from the sink. “Give that to me.” He pointed at the dirty one.

“No, you’ll be bloody then.” I said but he laughed up sweetly.

“That’s the last thing I care about right now.”

He sat down beside me changing the tissue to a clean one.

“Thank you.” A teardrop rolled down on my cheek.

“Does this happen often?” He asked as he gently pulled me back against his chest. Now my head was on his shoulder.

“Only a few times.”

“What did the doctors say about it?” He was still pinching my nose bridge.

“That it can be from the trauma.”

“Gosh what’s Mav doing.. he should be here now.” He said almost angrily.

“You can go if you want to. I’m fine.”

“No. I didn’t say it because of that, but he should be here next to you.” He tucked my hair back.

“It’s okay.” I breathed out.

“No it’s not.” He placed a soft kiss into my hair.

My eyes were closed it felt so safe leaning against him. It was like nothing can get me. I wish we could stay like this forever. Even if we are in a bar’s bathroom. But then I remembered that it was the place where dad ultimately made mom fall in love with him.

I thought crying was over but I broke out sobbing again like a child.

“Gosh Lacey…” He probably knew the story, it involved his father too. He held me tighter and pulled even closer to himself. “It’s all gonna be alright.” He calmly said and let me just cry out all of my tears.

“I can’t do this.” I cried out. “It’s either the nightmares or the memories. I could have helped them. I should have saved them.”

“Shhh.. god you have to calm down. The blood is just too much, you will faint if you can’t calm down Lace.” He turned me to face him. One of my legs were over his bit I was still sitting on the ground. “You have me, breath with me. Come on. There’s this thing called box breathing. Breathe in, one, two, three, four. Hold it for four.” He counted again. “Now breathe in slowly.”

I didn’t know how he did it, but slowly I got calmer and the bleeding stopped. His hand were already covered with the red fluid. Cam opened the door.

“Holy shit.” Her eyes widened by the sight of us. “What happened here?” It was a poetic question. She saw the tears and my bloody nose.

“Wash up Brad, I’ll get her cleaned up.” Cam helped me up and wet a few paper towels meanwhile Bradley washed off the blood from his hands.

“Thank you.. both.” I said when I could finally breathe normally.

“It’s nothing. But I should go out before more ladies come and I’ll be in trouble.” He smiled and I almost forgot he had a fiancee. After he left only we were left in the room.

“I can’t believe that Mav is this ignorant.” Cam fumed.

I shrugged.

“That’s how it is.”

“And Bradley?”

“What about him?”

“I mean, I’m sure he’s doing okay?” I wasn’t sure what she wanted.

“We both know that too-sweet-angel bitch isn’t right for him. You were the one who Carole mentioned once.”

“She did what?” My eyes lit up by the name of her. Gosh I wish she was here.

“Once she said. She’s found the one who looked at his son like he was the sun.” She sadly smiled. “I could never ask her who she meant then, but I know now.”

“Please don’t make me cry again, I don’t think I have any more tears left.” I lightly laughed.

“I wasn’t planning to.” She too.

“Really the worst situations bring people closer.”

“They do. And you know what we gonna do? Show that bitch and your dad that we are so much cooler than they ever were.”

“By..?”

“We gonna sing.”

“I’m scared.”

“You should be. Penny chose Angel eyes.”

“Is she.. she is serious.”

“Come on, show them.” She looked at me with a smile.

So we did. Penny got the microphones and we stood on the small, quick built stage.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” I whispered to Cam.

“To be honest neither I do.” She giggled.

“Lace, you start.” Penny smirked. She goddamn planned this.

“Last night, I was taking a walk along the river

And I saw him together with a young girl

And the look that he gave her made me shiver.” Cam helped in. So we started.

“'Cause he always used to look at me that way

Then I thought maybe I should walk right up to her and say

Ah-ha-ha, it's a game he likes to play.” The music just took us all in. The lights were turned off and the disco balls were turning around reflecting back the colorful party lights.

“Look into his angel eyes

One look and you're hypnotized

He'll take your heart and you must pay the price

Look into his angel eyes

You'll think you're in paradise

And one day you'll find out he wears a disguise

Don't look too deep into those angel eyes” The three of us started the chorus together.

To my surprise everyone in the bar sang along loudly and a ‘one time’ performance turned into a whole concert.

The next verse was mine. And oh it was a strong one.

“Sometimes when I'm lonely, I sit and think about him

And it hurts to remember all the good times

When I thought I could never live without him

And I wonder does it have to be the same

Every time when I see him, will it bring back all the pain

Ah-ha-ha, how can I forget that name?” And accidentally I looked at Bradley who was looking right at me. I can’t forget his name.

He was singing just like everybody else. I turned my eyes away from him when I saw Ice looking in my direction. No need to be discovered.

When the song came to its end nobody let us get down from the stage. Hangman got a rose from somewhere - I don’t know how he does this to be honest - and he threw it to Cam winking. She just showed her middle finger to her in laugher.

The next song was Waterloo which is an all time favorite. It was unbelievably good.

We jumped off the stage and finally could catch some air. They continued singing other songs but I needed to go outside a little.

The night breeze was cool and made me shiver.

“Never knew you could sing.” Bradley walked outside.

“I don’t think you’ve ever asked. Also it wasn’t that good. The crowd helped.” I tightened the jean jacket around me.

“You were good. Once you’ll sing with me.”

“I know it’s about a song. But which one?”

“I’ll show you.” He led me inside to the piano.

He pushed down the first few chords.

The aviators gathered around the piano.

“You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain
Too much love drives a man insane.” He looked up because I was still standing beside him.

“Come on Bradshaw that was THE song!” I playfully hit his shoulder. He always sang this when we were younger.

“Sit your ass down and sing with me. And then he continued

You broke my will, but what a thrill
Goodness gracious, great balls of fire.”

“I laughed at love 'cause I thought it was funny
You came along and moved me, honey
I've changed my mind, this love is fine
Goodness gracious, great balls of fire” I laughed we sang together. I don’t know if I sang or laughed more. But he made me forget. He made it all better.

Tag list: @blue-aconite @luckyladycreator2 @dempy

[glitteryglitter]

gold rush

𝙰𝙽: I wrote this on my porch listening to Britney Spears, while it was raining. it was EVERYTHING

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: None, I think!

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Clove X Belcourt! Fem! Reader

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1158

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"That has got to be the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen"

Y/n didn't realize the words had left her mouth until she saw her sister staring at her with a knowing smile.

"Y/n! You're here! I thought you'd never make it. Due to the fact that you're clearly in love with Clove"

"Glimmer, I was 5 minutes late. Also, I am not in love with her! We don't even know each other!"

"Y/n you've walked home with me every day for the past two years. If you really think I wouldn't notice you staring at Clove, you're wrong. You're clearly in looooooove!" Glimmer cooed.

"I'm not in love with her! I just admire her. A lot!" Y/n protested

Suuuure that's what you always say! Then a few months later it's all "Glim, can you sew me a dress? I'm busy and she might ask me on a date! And Glim! Do my shoes match my nails? I want to impress her!"

Y/n gave her sister a look.

"Come on, it's time for you to meet her!"

"No, no no don't do it"

Unfortunately, Glimmer's excited waving got Clove's attention.

she looked up and smiled, carefully putting down several knives

"if I have to flirt with her for you, I swear..." Glimmer hissed through gritted teeth

"Glim, I will kill you! Y/n whispered back

She merely laughed.

"It's time for you to get to know Clove!"

Glimmer dragged y/n by the wrist towards where the dark-haired girl was talking with a tall blond boy.

"This is my sister, Y/n, she was admiring yo-"

Y/n clapped a hand over Glimmer's mouth before she could spill anything of importance.

"Hi, I'm Y/n! You must be Clove?"

The girl nodded and smiled.

"Your sister told me about you! you're even prettier than she described! And so far, a lot less irritating."

Had Clove just called her pretty?

Y/n forgot to breathe for a few seconds and merely smiled.

That is, until Glimmer's voice came from behind them.

"Rude!"

Y/n turned and came face to face with her sister.

She'd forgotten how good she was at eavesdropping.

Clove sighed

"Glimmer, It's so great to see you again. Especially since I thought I'd be rid of you by now..."

"Oh come on, What's not to love about me? I have a gorgeous sister who's very single and my family owns the most luxurious boutique in district one!"

"That right there! That's unlikable!"

"Suuure, Kentwell. Dream on! Just try to hate me. It's impossible!"

"Wow, Glimmer that was really smooth" Y/n whispered

"Y/n, not you too! You're supposed to defend me!"

Thankfully, Glimmer had unknowingly saved her sister from a potentially very awkward conversation.

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As soon as the two had left the training center, Y/n pulled her sister aside. "Glim, have you been trying to set me up with her?" she shrieked

"Well, it's obvious that you're starstruck, but if you'd rather fend for yourself..."

"I'm not starstruck!"

Glimmer raised an eyebrow

"Okay fine, maybe I am a little starstruck. That doesn't matter though! How do I even tell her I like her!"

"I thought you'd never ask!"

All through the walk home, the two Belcourt sisters discussed getting Clove's attention.

"I don't even know if she likes me that much! I mean we've talked once. Today. Because of you!"

"Y/n she called you pretty. I'd say you have a shot"

"Well, yes, but lots of people can call you pretty, but it doesn't mean they all want to date you"

"Oh, believe me. She wants to date you"

"But how do you know"

"Y/n I have my ways! I just know. Just wear something fabulous tomorrow. You're going to talk to her again whether either of you like it or not!"

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Y/n had one more hour to prepare for Clove.

She didn't really know why she was even doing this, she'd only met the girl once officially and she had no idea what could possibly happen in 24 hours.

The whole idea seemed a bit ridiculous, but for some reason, it felt a bit like Y/n was working towards something instead of doing nothing at all.

She smiled as she found a small pink skirt and a frilly blouse and got to accessorizing.

She would look stunning, she was sure of it.

As Y/n poked around her closet searching for accessories, she felt her mind going back to clove, wondering if she'd like the bracelet with a heart better than the floral one?

would she think y/n's rings were excessive?

What about necklaces?

She had to look absolutely fabulous if she wanted to get Clove, that's what her sister had been hinting at, of course, but she just didn't know what to do!

She barely knew her and she was already trying to get noticed.

What was she doing?

Y/n knew it wasn't just her sister who was to blame.

She'd always loved the idea of romance as well.

She just really did want to find someone.

Someone who was truly unforgettable and made her heart skip.

A certain someone Y/n knew definitely fit that description.

As Y/n spritzed herself with a cloud of her favorite perfume, she glanced in the mirror.

The girl she saw looking back at her was immaculate.

Glimmer would've been proud.

Y/n took a deep breath and smiled.

She could practically see her sister in the back of her mind nodding approvingly and telling her to go after Clove.

"Go get your girl, Y/n! Before she's gone for good"

Just as Y/n stepped out of her family's boutique, ready to meet Clove, she saw two sisters walking down the street.

They had nervous looks on their faces and were clutching their shopping bags so hard, their knuckles were turning white.

As they walked closer to her, Y/n noticed them from school.

They weren't really close, but they'd always been kind to her and glimmer.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

She'd never seen anyone that stressed before.

"Y/n I'm so sorry." one of the girls looked up at her.

She was confused. Why was the girl sorry?

Her sister nudged her and whispered something in the other's ear.

"Oh- Y/n I don't know if I should tell you. Glimmer should be the one to break the news, we're here for you though. If you ever need anything..."

Y/n noticed a small group of people staring at her from across the street.

She felt a sense of unease growing.

There was something really wrong happening.

"No, please! Tell me! What's going on?"

The other sister pursed her lips.

"Glimmer's been selected to volunteer at the reaping."

"Oh."

Y/n didn't know what to do.

She knew that her sister was talented and very well-liked. Of course, she was!

the Belcourt family was extremely well known and it seemed too fitting that the sister who wasn't set to take over the store would be selected.

That lead Y/n to another thought.

Clove.

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Question: should I do a part 2?

[yer-cute-when-you-scream]

Unsuspecting Activities~ Jung Jaehyun

WARNINGS: Smut, Hair Pulling, Rough Sex, Almost Being Caught 587 Times. (I’m probably forgetting something)

Request:  Husband Jaehyun being denied by you and also because family members are walking in on them until he snaps mad Jaehyun with extra hair pulling

A/N: I’m back from the dead, this was requested a long while back and I had finished it and then forgot the hair pulling so I wrote that in literally last minute so I’m so sorry if you feel it doesn't have enough of that in here. I have been sick so that's why I haven't posted in a bit, but I'm putting a Got7!Prince in the queue for tomorrow! 

I kept glancing over towards my husband, Jaehyun, taking in how gorgeous he looks when he isn't even trying. The black jeans he wore fit him so nicely, his shirt was unbuttoned at the top so his chest peeked out of it, and a silver chain adorned his neck.

My family was having a cookout and Jaehyun and I decided to come, unaware of the fact that I would randomly get horny in the middle of it.

My inner thighs felt warm, my panties were sticky from arousal and they clung to me uncomfortably. Jaehyun finally looked over to me and smiled, I motioned for him to come here and he did, I grabbed his hand and led him into the house.

”Babe, where are we going?” Jaehyun asked confusedly, but never slowing his pace. ”To my old bedroom,” I reply before opening the door to said room.

It still had most things from when I was a teenager, my parents still don't know what they want to do with this room yet so they just left it alone.

After shutting the door I turn around and pull Jaehyun closer to me, a smirk appears on his face as realization finally hits him.

”You're horny, aren't you?”

I nod then pull him into a heated kiss, our tongues explore each other's mouths and begin to make us needier. My hand hovers over his bulge and I start palming him through his pants, a small groan leaves his mouth and his hands go to my ass.

Pleasure was written all over his face as I kept rubbing him and bringing him closer to the edge.

Footsteps came down the hall and I jerked my hand away and turned around before he could release, my body blocked the view of his pants so no one could see his boner.

The door opened and revealed my sister, she raised a question, ”Hey, what are you doing in here?”

”Oh, I was just showing Jaehyun my old room, he has never seen it before,” I answered, surprised at myself that I didn't stutter.

She understandably nodded and closed the door, her steps fading down the hall. I turn back around and see how red Jaehyun’s face is, I choke on a laugh and he glares at me.

”You should see your face,” I giggled, he rolled his eyes at me and pulled me close to him again.

”Haha so funny...now where were we?”

He holds my face with one hand while the other holds my waist, backing up until my back is against the wall. This time I unbutton his pants then slide my hand into his underwear, wrapping my hand around his length and slowly pumping it.

”Shit, I need you so badly Baby.”

His lips found their way to mine, he let out a harsh exhale into the kiss then moved his hands to my breasts, softly massaging them through my clothes.

Once again, our movements froze when we heard footsteps coming down the hall, Jaehyun quickly fixed his pants and I opened the closet door next to us.

The bedroom door opened, this time revealing my mom, her voice was cheerful as she sparked a question, ”I was wondering where you two went.”

A small chuckle leaves my mouth as I pretend to look through the closet, ”I was looking for one of my photo albums I left here.”

”Oh, I think they're in a blue container up there.”

Jaehyun immediately reaches to grab it as I tell my mother we would be out in a bit, after she walks away I walk over and shut the door. ”That was a close one,” Jaehyun states, he puts the container down and comes closer to me. 

Lust clouded his eyes, he presses his lips against my neck as I loosen his pants again, nibbling softly at my skin. He slipped his hand under the sundress I wore and rubbed my clit through my soaked panties, I sighed in pleasure and pushed his pants to his ankles. 

Dropping to my knees, I lick a long stripe along his length before taking all of him in my mouth, my tongue swirling around his tip every now and then. Jaehyun grips my hair and throws his head back, ”Fuck, Baby,” he moaned out. 

I hallowed my cheeks out and bobbed my head back and forth at a quicker pace, Jaehyun’s breathing is rapid. 

”Baby, I'm gonna-” 

His sentence is cut short as my name is called once again, I remove him from my mouth and stand up, Jaehyun rolls his eyes and pulls his pants up with a huff. He hides behind the door and I open the door with an annoyed look on my face, my sister stops in her tracks and raises her eyebrows. 

”When are you coming back?” she asks. 

”Jaehyun and I are having a serious discussion, can you please give us like thirty minutes? It's important.” 

”Oh, I'm sorry, I'll let you guys continue your talk.” 

She quickly walks away and Jaehyun shuts the door, this time locking it, he picks me up, causing me to squeal as I wrap my legs around his waist. 

”I’m so sick and tired of being interrupted,” he grunts and takes me to the bed, ”I just want to fuck my wife and finally get the release I've been deprived of.” He drops his pants and lifts my dress up, pushing my panties to the side, ”Fuck, you're so wet,” he groans as he rubs his head against my entrance, making me whimper. 

He harshly pushes into me and grips my hips, thrusting in and out of me before I adjusted. My hand covers my mouth to muffle my moans, an intense pleasure began to course through my body and I knew everyone would hear me if I didn't cover my mouth. 

”What’s the matter, Babe? Getting to be too much for you already?” Jaehyun grunts as he deeply pounds into me. 

I mewl against my hand and scratch down his arms with my other, wrapping my legs around him to pull him closer. My body shook beneath him as I felt a pit in my stomach, and Jaehyun could tell by the way my eyes screwed shut. 

He halts his movements and grabs my face, a dark look in his eyes, “Don’t you dare cum yet,” he growled in my ear. 

I look up at him with wide eyes, his jaw was clenched and his aura almost seemed merciless. He pulled out of me and with one hand on my hip flipped me onto my stomach, wasting no time to penetrate me again. 

A frantic gasp left my mouth and I buried my head into the bed, the feeling of hips rocking into me was invigorating. My head was quickly lifted by force, Jaehyun had his hands tangled in my hair, “God, you feel so fucking good.”

My mouth hung open as I tried to choke down my moans, the way he was brutally thrusting into me and pulling my hair had me delirious and I was soon feeling that pit build up in my stomach again.

“Baby, please let me cum!” I pleaded through a moan.

I could tell he was close as well and my pleas only brought him closer to edge, Jaehyun moved his other hand to my throat and squeezed the sides of it, growling as his pace sped up.

”Cum for me.”

His words were more than enough for me to release the orgasm I desperately wanted, pure ecstasy washed over my body, my moans were silent as Jaehyun choked me. He grunted loudly and emptied his load inside of me, sloppily thrusting as we rode our highs out together. 

He removed his hand from my throat and helped me turn back around, he deeply kissed me and began to pet my hair.

”We should get back out there,” he sighed, pulling out of me and tugging his pants up. Sitting up, I agreed, smoothing my dress out before smiling at him. 

I pulled him by his shirt closer to me and he chuckled, ”Hopefully, we can continue more of this when we get home,” I suggested. The quick smirk that appeared on his face showed lust, but it changed into a sweet smile. 

”Of course, Babe.”

Jaehyun held my hand as we walked back out, everyone unsuspecting of of the activities that took place in my old bedroom. We continued stealing glances from each other for the rest of the time we stayed.

[sukorakurai]

@snarkyship is a true genius. I commission this Stark Family Portrait and I couldn’t be happier. I wrote a little fic to accompany this fabulous Picture. hope you all enjoy.

Stark Family Picture Day

 By Sukora Kurai

  Tony sighed over the counter in the communal kitchen. He had been there since dawn when he asked Jarvis what day it was. Then his trusty AI informed him of an importance of this month. Now he was stuck with what to do now.

 “Hey Tony what’s got you down?”

 “Hey Capsicle, I’m doomed.”

 “Oh come on Tony, it can’t be that bad you are an Avenger.” Steve smiled as he got out food to make omelets for the Team, and greeted the in coming members. “Morning Nat, morning Bruce.”

 “Morning Steve, what’s wrong with Tony?” Bruce greeted heading to the stove to put the kettle on for his morning tea.

 “Not sure I found him like this.” Steve stated cracking some eggs into a bowl.

 “His and Loki’s anniversary is this month and he has no idea what to get him.” Nat answered pouring a large mug of coffee.

 Tony shot up in his seat and stared slack jawed. “How could you possibly know that?”

 “It’s my job as a shield Agent and Pepper’s PA to keep tabs on you. So it is well documented when you clumsily asked Loki to be your boyfriend during the Lord of the Rings Marathon where you bought out the AMC Theater for the day.” The Spy shrugged ignoring the fact that all her team mates stared at her in horror. All were now wondering what she had on them in those SHIELD files.

 “So Tony, you have and anniversary coming up? Have you though about what Loki might like?” Steve coughed drawing the conversation back to the main topic.

 “No, I don’t. What does one give a god especially one that has magic and can make anything appear out of thin air?” Tony waved his arms in frustration.

 “That is a tough one but I’m sure anything you get him will be fine. Loki loves you Tony.” Bruce tried to be supportive.

 “I hope you will be putting more thought into the gift you give me next month for our anniversary.” Nat gave the Gamma Doctor a pointed before wandering out of the room to start her routine before heading out to work.

 “Ha, I’m not the only one in hot water now!” Tony crowed at the look of devastation in his science-bro’s face.

 “Tony, knock it off. Now in my day it was the thought that counted most. You should find what Loki cherishes the most. You find that then you can present to him in a meaningful way. It’s true he’s a prince and probably has had his other lovers throw jewels and meaningless expensive trinkets at him to win his affections. You know Loki better because you love him and he loves you.” Steve pointed out.

 “Yeah, Lokes complains a lot about his life in Asgard and that there were many who wooed him just to get to Thor. At night when it’s just the two of us and RC snuggled between us he sighs soft and says what a perfect night it is. He never elaborates but I think it means that he likes just the quiet nights with us.” The genius eyes went glazed as he recalled the many nights he cuddled with his god. Then the idea hit him. “Hey Spangles, can you paint or do you just draw?”

 “Huh,” Steve was caught off guard and almost dropped the omelet he was flipping. “I paint from time to time.”

 “Don’t lie babe you are in your studio whenever can get the chance.” Bucky laughed entering the kitchen. “All the paintings in our apartment Stevie did.”

 “Great! Can you do a portrait if I get you a picture?” Tony asked digging in to the ham and cheese omelet.

 “Yeah, it might take two weeks maybe less depends on if we get called out or if SHIELD needs me.” The captain estimated placing another plate in front of his boyfriend.

 “As long as it’s done before the end of the month we’re good.  Jarvis start looking through my photos and pull out any possible portraits.”

 “Yes, sir.”

 “Delicious breakfast as usual Capsicle. I’ll get you the photo as soon as I find one.” Tony dumped his empty plate in sink and ran off to his lab.

 Two hours later…

 “None of these are good enough J.”

 “Sir, might I suggest you take a new photo of you and Prince Loki.”

 “Yeah and RC too, because she’s our baby. We can’t have a Family Portrait without all the family members. Where’s are RC now?”

 “She is currently with Alpine in his play room.”

 “Cool, I think I got the perfect outfit in mind.” Tony grinned as he ran to his emergency closet in the lab. Tony had put in the closet when he realized he destroyed a lot of his clothes during his inventing and building phases. Also there was a suit or two for the days he forgot he was supposed to be in a meeting and had to make a rush to the board room.

  In the penthouse…

  It had been a quiet morning with no call outs, no calls to Asgard and no need to go anywhere. Loki decided to enjoy the peace and quite lounging in his soft Asgardian casual clothes on the couch reading his mother’s spell journal.

 “Hey there, Bambi! It’s Picture Day!”

 “Anthony, what are you on about?” The prince looked up from his book to see his lover carrying their cat into the living room.

 “Well Picture Day refers to the day school kids take pictures for the yearbook and photos are bought for family distribution. Anyways I want to have a family picture that was honest. I never had that growing up because Howard was an asshole and Maria, my mother, was frail. She loved me but she couldn’t express it because she was always ill. Now we have our own little family and I want a picture to put in the lab.”

 “You want to take this picture now? Anthony, I look a mess and how did you get the bow on the cat?”

 “Aww, you look gorgeous, love, as always. Anyways, I put a bow on our baby because RC loves to look pretty for her daddies. Don’t you sweetie.” Tony scratched under the kitty’s chin as they sat on couch next to the god.

 “Mew,” RC purred.

 “Fine, you win, where would you like to take the picture? Also what are you wearing? I don’t believe I’ve seen that outfit before, and what is on your feet?” Loki set his book aside and took in his lover’s appearance.

 “Oh you like? I dressed in red and gold to match my shoes. I had these shoes made based on my Iron Man suit. I thought maybe putting them on the market for kids but I liked them too much to share. So I have a life time supply in the lab. If you want I can have a pair made for you.”

 “No thank you. They clash with my outfit. Now let’s take your picture.” Loki said taking the cat in his arms.

 “Okay, okay. Let me get out my phone.” Tony fished his Stark Phone out of his back pocket and held it out to make them all fit in the frame. “Okay say cheese!”

 “Click”

 “Okay let’s see how that one turned out.” Tony looked at the photo to see him smiling a black blur and a bland look on Loki’s face. “Nope we got try again. This time smile Loki and RC you need to stay still so we can see you.”

 And it went picture by picture they have yet to take a family portrait.

 “Shit I only got half your face.”

 “Anthony your thumb is on the lens.”

 “RC Stay still!”

 “Achoo! Ow! I dropped on my foot!”

 “Do not eat my hair you Retched Creature!”

 “Okay I set it up on a tripod. Now say cheese.”

 “CHEESE BROTHER!” Thor popped up between the two men who stared at shock at the blond god.

 “Next!” Tony rolled his eyes as Loki vanished his brother to where ever. Tony didn’t ask where the Loki sent Thunder god. He rather liked staying in the tower and wanted to keep it that way.

 “Meow!”

 “No RC! Don’t chase the bunny!”

 Three Hours Later…

 “Okay, this is it I can feel it. Now Jarvis is going to take the picture the bunnies are secure in their room. The penthouse is locked down, so no unexpected guest and RC is filled of milk to keep her calm and relaxed. And I promise after we get this picture I will have Jarvis order you favorite meal from the Thai Palace down the street and I’ll rub your feet, while we watch you favorite Harry Potter movies.”

 “Oh Anthony you spoil me. I love you.” Loki sighed as a soft smile graced his face and he leaned into his lover as Tony joined their hands together. RC who was seated now on the god’s shoulder leaned in and purred soaking up the love of her people. The genius couldn’t be happier in that moment as he had his to precious family members with him and the grin on his face was wide and bright.

 “Click.”

 Two Weeks Later…

 “Sir Prince Loki and Mr. Odinson have returned from Asgard.”

 “Great, I got everything ready. Tell Loki that I have dinner ready and waiting.”

 “Yes, sir.” Tony had the table set with Loki’s Favorite food from the five star steak house, they go to. He paid extra to have the chef come over and cook for their anniversary.

 “Ding.”

 “Thank you, Jarvis. Evening Anthony, never in my life had been so glad to leave Asgard. He talked for hours at the council over stagnant topics. What’s all this?”

 “Well my hard working God of Mischief, today is our one year Anniversary and I have planned the perfect evening. Dinner, a bath and I installed a movie screen in our bathroom so we can enjoy the movie of your choice during the bath and then I plan on us making love until dawn.” Tony pulled Loki over to the dinner table, watching as the god’s magic removed the armor and replaced it with comfortable Asgardian wear.

 “You lovely little man, you spoil me so; I don’t deserve it or you.” The Raven pulled the billionaire into his arms and planting kisses all over the man’s face.

 “Yes you do, because I love you and I got you something, well I got Cap to make it, but it was my idea.”

 “You didn’t have to, dinner is more than enough.”

 “No, I wanted to. Now close your eyes and I’ll get your present.” As Loki closed his eyes Tony ran out of the room and grabbed the portrait from where he hid it. He placed it on the wall then Jarvis turned on the lights illuminating the painting. “Okay open them.”

 “Oh Anthony! It’s wonderful.” Loki’s eyes became all misty seeing their little family together and there was so much love radiating from painting. “It’s perfect.”

 “Happy Anniversary Reindeer Games.”

 “Happy Anniversary, my Man of Iron.” Loki whispered pulling Tony in to the sweetest kiss they ever shared. They didn’t hear the click sound of Jarvis capturing the moment with the sunset background. Another memory to save for another day.

 The End.

[raineydays411]

The Best of Friends pt4

Peter Parker x Stark!reader, Jason Todd x Stark!reader

Summary:  After the disastrous weekend, you and Peter are going through a rough patch. It doesn’t help that he seems to get set off whenever Pietro or Jason was around.

<A/n: Hey yall, sorry about posting this so late! I’ve just been really stressed with school and life. This is a bit shorter than usual but stay tuned!

After that horrible day out, you were glad to get some time off with your dad. Or at least you were, until it was revealed that he had yet another meeting with Mr. Wayne.

“I’m sorry kiddo, I promise as soon as I’m done its gonna be just you and me” Your dad says with a frown. Then he kisses your forehead, ruffles your hair, and walks out of your room. You sigh and flop back down on your bed. You really were looking forward to spending time with your dad. Plus, you couldn’t even bother anyone else on the team as everyone was on a mission or something.

“Ms. Stark, there seems to be a group of boys outside your door.” FRIDAY says suddenly, scaring the crap out of you. 

“Pull up the security footage Fri” 

On your table you can see Jason, Tim, and Damian. They seemed to be arguing about something, Jason looking annoyed as usual. You tell FRIDAY to play the audio.

“Don’t be an idiot Todd, if she wanted to come out she would have by now, besides, it seems like she’s tolerated your presence enough for a night.”

“Shut up demon. Why are you even here if you’re so sure she doesn’t want to talk to us.”

“I have my reasons”

“Aww do you have a crush Dami?”

“Shut your mouth Drake”

“No I think you’re on to something replacement...you got a crush on my girl, demon?”

“Oh don’t be delusional Todd, a woman of that caliber wouldn’t be fooled by your cheap flirtation tactics.”

Geez, you forgot how...proper Damian was.

“Wait...my girl” You think to yourself, blushing slightly at the thought. You get up from your bed and quickly run to your closet, looking for more presentable clothes than your dads ratty Led Zeppelin shirt. You finally found a striped long sleeve shirt and some overall shorts. You take the bonnet off of your head and let your curls out into a fro. 

You wait a few seconds, watching the boys argue some more and then quickly open the door. 

The sudden silence and wide eyes of the three boys makes you laugh out loud.

“Hello boys” you say with a smirk.

Damian turns a deep red, stuttering out a hello before looking down at the ground, Tim just smiles and waves, and Jason smirks back.

“Hey doll”

“Ew. that’s what Bucky calls me: you say with a snort. Tim and Damian snicker at Jason fail and he turns around to glare at them. 

“So..did you need anything or..”

Before Jason can speak up, Damian beats him to it.

“Yes, we were wondering if you would like to accompany us while our fathers are at the meeting?” He smiles looking up at you with big eyes.

You find this adorable, “ Aw, of course! I’d love to spend time with you” 

You ruffle his hair, then turn around to get your phone and shoes. As you turn your back, you miss the smirk Damian throws to Jason and the glare Jason sends back. 

Putting on your shoes, you walk back up to the boys, “Okay ready! What did you guys wanna do?”

“There’s a new interactive exhibit at the  Science museum...” Tim suggests fiddling with his phone. 

“Sounds boring.” Jason drawls as he walks round your room examining your knick knacks and pictures. Damian scoffs at his older brother.

“Have you no class? I’m sure  Ms. Stark does not appreciate you rummaging through her belongings.” 

“Oh, Damian you can call me Y/n, we’re all friends here.” You quickly say, trying to stop an argument before it started. “ And Tim, I haven’t been to the Science Museum since I was a kid, so I’d love to go”

“Oh great, we get to go to the nerd museum..” Jason mutters. 

“You calling me a nerd Todd?” You tease

“Well, if the shoe fits, Princess” 

You roll your eyes and walk out of the room, “Whatever, come on boys we don’t have all day.”

As you walk, you can hear the three boys squabbling quietly behind you. You let out a small laugh, amused by their antics. 

Walking into the common room, you pass by Wanda and Pietro, who were sitting on the couch watching some show. 

“Hey guys!” You greet, with a warm smile.

“Y/n!” Wanda beams, pausing the tv as she turns to you, “ There you are! I was looking for you earlier-” “WE were looking for you earlier.” 

Pietro cuts in with a smile. Wanda glares at him for interrupting her. 

“Yes, we were.” She continues.

“Oh,” You say, “ Whats up?”

Wanda pats the seat next to her, in between her and Pietro. 

“Tell us, how did your day out go yesterday?” 

“Yes, did the spider boy finally confess his feelings for you” Pietro teases. 

You sit down in between them with a sigh. You give Wanda a look that has her shaking her head.

“Oh no, what happened?” She asks, frowning.

“He’s going to homecoming with Liz..” You say, eyes watering at the memory. 

“That idiot.” Pietro mutters, “ I saw his face when I kissed your forehead! He was jealous!” 

“I don’t think so Piet..” You mutter, looking down, “ I think he just didn’t expect us to be friends.” 

“ Well what else happened?” Wanda asks rubbing your arm softly

“ He didn’t talk to me all day, and when he did it was after Liz left. Plus he was really rude to Jason”

Wanda arched an eyebrow at that. “ He ignored you?!” 

“ Yeah... and then towards the end of the night he acted like he was mad at ME. Can you believe that”

Pietro shook his head and Wanda looked irritated. 

“Don’t worry Y/n, sooner or later he’ll get his head out of his ass. You shouldn’t waste your time over him.”

“i know..I just--” “ Y/N! Are you ready? Bruce let me borrow the car!” 

Jason, Tim, and Damian ran in to the room panting and pushing each other.

You laugh, “ Yeah yeah, should I even get in a car with you driving it Jaybird?” 

“Aw come on iron baby, I’ll let you sit in the front”

You smile, and turn to Wanda, “ I better go before those three murder somebody” 

She looks at Pietro who was smirking, then turns to you with a smile 

“ Yes, you better hurry along,have fun!” 

You thank her and skip along towards the boys. The four of you running to the elevator. 

“I bet you five bucks the big one is going to fall in love with her.”

“You’re on.”

..........

“When did you kiss her forehead?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You all finally make it to the museum, Jason had accidently taken a wrong turn and traffic in New York is absolute hell. But you made it. 

Walking in you looked around in awe. You smile as you took in the environment, remembering the times you and your father used to come.

“So, what do you wanna do first princess?” Jason asks placing his arm around your shoulder. You glance at the arm then at him, but don’t make any moves to remove it. 

“Well, I loved seeing the natural science exhibit, maybe we can start there?” you say hopefully. 

“A wonderful idea” Damian says, grabbing your hand and dragging you off to the exhibit, “ Come Y/n, would you mind showing me your favorite parts of the exhibit?”

“Of course not Damian!” you say cheerfully, letting the pre-teen drag you away. You didn’t notice Jason huff and glare at the child, nor did you see Tim stifle a laugh and pat Jason on the back.

You and Damian walk side by side admiring the different exhibits and conversing about your childhoods. 

“I miss being able to be out freely” You say facing a replica dinosaur “After dad became Iron Man, it was like the whole world was watching even closer, and it was too dangerous to be outside..”

Damian nodded, “You do not attend regular school?” 

“No, not since I was a child”

“Father forced me to attend Gotham academy after I moved in with him. He said I needed to ‘socialize’”

You laugh at the annoyed tone Damian had, “ Well, at least he cares”

“Yes, I suppose. It’s better than living with mother, that I am certain of.”

“Moms suck.” You mutter looking away, “ Who needs them.”

Damian looks at you shocked, a bitter tone took over the previous light heartedness of the conversation. That’s when Jason and Tim caught up to the two of you. 

“There you are, we’ve been looking all over” Tim said handing Damian a water.

“And yet you had time to stop for refreshments” Damian deadpanned, taking the water with a roll of his eyes. 

“ And stop at the gift shop” Jason added with a cheeky smile, “ Here sweetheart”

Your face burns, both at the name and gift. It was a little necklace of an atom. 

“Thank you” You say, “Put it on me?” 

Jason unclasps the necklace and steps behind you. You gather your hair, and tense as you feel his warmth behind you and his warm hands gently brushing against your neck. He struggles with the clasp for a bit before finally tying it. 

“There” Jason says as you turn to face him, ‘ Gorgeous as always, Ms.Stark”

You go to respond when you hear a voice

“Y/n?”

You turn, only to see Peter and Ned staring at you and Jason with shocked faces.

[brownflower23]

I’m Fucked Up

(Spencer Reid x Reader)

*Mature Content Warning*

Summary: Reader notices new strange behavior of Spencer, who usually keeps their interactions very brief. She later finds he's struggling to resist bringing her into his world of pain and pleasure.

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"Merry Christmas doll!" Rossi smiles opening his front door. "Merry Christmas Rossi!" You giggle receiving his warm hug. You were nervous, this was your first annual team Christmas party. Following Rossi into the large living room, smiling and waving at everyone.

Emily walks up to you holding two drinks. "About time Y/N! Here you've got some catching up to do" She smiles handling you the glass. "No problem." You laugh and quickly down the drink.

After making small talk for a while, you then went to make another drink. Entering the kitchen to see Spencer doing the same. "Hi, Spencer." You greet softly, trying to not be awkward and he glances up at you. "Hi." Is all he answers quietly after clearing his throat, you noticed he did that a lot when he spoke to you, which didn't happen often. He quickly looks back down to his glass and then stepped away from the counter letting you get to the drinks.

Spencer was nice, but you always felt like he kept you at a distance since you joined the team. He wasn't rude, but not friendly like he was with everyone else. You had only been on the team 5 months, so you figured he just took a while to warm up to new people.

You begin fixing your drink, and you could feel eyes on the backside of your body. You hear a deep strangled breath from behind you, it almost sounded like a growl. You froze, not sure what to do. Was that Spencer?

"Time for secret Santa!" You hear announced from the living room by Penelope. Turning around hesitantly on your heels to look, but there was no one else in the kitchen now. You walk to the next room, seeing Spencer now sitting on a couch with the group. Maybe that wasn't him, strange.

"Looking good tonight Mama." Derek exclaims glancing up and down at your fitted black skirt. You had dressed a little sexy tonight for the party. You roll your eyes back at him, knowing he was always like this. You didn't think anyone else notices, but as soon as Derek said that Spencer's eyes shot straight to him. His expression wasn't pleasant, to say the least, his eyes were hooded, jaw clenched. You had never seen Spencer like that before, especially to his best friend. He may not feel well.

You quickly sit and try to shake off the situation. Hotch begins pulling the presents from under the tree and announced each person's name.

"Y/N" he smiles and passes the medium-sized wrapped box. "Thank you" you smile back and then begin to unwrap the box. There was a beautiful red silk scarf sitting in the white box with a note. Time to find out who your secret Santa is, it had to one of the girls with such great taste.

I hope you can put this to good use . -Reid

You glance over to Spencer, he was already watching for your reaction. "Thank you, it's very nice." You offer a small smile but he only nods back. "You're welcome, Y/N." He said your name so smoothly, it gave you a shiver. Maybe you had enough alcohol you think to yourself.

The next day at the office walking in juggling your bag, coffee, and files. Saying your morning hellos, you walk near Spencer's desk. "Good morning." You announce admiring the man in front of you. He slowly looks up and his eyes linger around your neck. You decided to wear the scarf he gave you last night. He swallows hard and then came up to look into your eyes. "Good morning, Y/N." there is was again. The second time he said your name, it made your insides contract. Trying to keep your composure you quickly make it to your desk, letting out the sigh you were holding.

What the hell was happening? You just need to get through this day and get home so you can think. Around two o'clock, you could feel your energy depleting so you went to get coffee. Walking into the break room, your breath catching as you saw him. He looks up hearing someone enter.

His demeanor shifts seeing you, you awkwardly get your coffee as quickly as possible. "Shit" you mumble realizing you forgot the sugar, and coffee was disgusting without sugar.

You start walking back down the hallway toward the break room, and suddenly feel a hard grip on your arm. You were pulled into a closet, that had absolutely no light. Your heart feels as it was about to come through your chest. As your eyes adjusted to the dark, you make out the figure in front of you. It was him.

"What are you doing Spencer?" You whisper still trying to calm your heart. He places a hand on each side of your face against the wall behind you. "Is something wrong Y/N?" He sounds completely different, husky almost. Hearing it made your knees weak. He steps closer, you could feel his breath on your neck.

"I like you in this scarf." He huffs and you felt him twirl the edge of it with his long fingers. "Wwwhy did you pull me in here?" You stutter confused, this wasn't like him. "Did you not want me to?" He replies, pausing from your response. "You're just kind of scaring me, Spencer." You whisper back and he instantly put space between you and him.

"I'm so sorry y/n". He apologizes and then ran out of the room. What the actual hell was that? You stay in the dark room for a few minutes trying to process what just happened. What came over him? He usually avoids being close to you. He can't just walk away like that.

You cross your arms over your chest, and quickly walk to his desk to demand answers. Once at his desk you find that he and his bag were gone.

You finally get home, and just want to relax. After taking a shower you slipped into an underwear set and then hear a knock at the door. You rush to wrap yourself in a robe and to answer the door. "Who is it?" You question holding the handle. "Me" you hear a hesitant male voice say. Your stomach twirled.

You slowly open the door, seeing him standing there awkwardly. His head was low, looking much more casual than usual. No vest just a black button-down shirt and a loose tie.

"Hey, Spencer." you say softly, still very confused about earlier. "Hey. Look I'm sorry about earlier okay. I just lost control and I shouldn't have pulled you. I hope you don't hate me." He rambles out, with a deep breath looking away. "I don't hate you, Spencer." You offer a small smile to try to make him feel better. "I was just really confused, I still am actually." You continue.

"I'm sure you were, I'm sorry. I would never usually do that. You just get to me Y/N, okay? I'm having trouble controlling myself around you. I'm sorry, it won't happen again." He finally admits why he acts so strange around you. He turns to leave the doorway, surely not wanting the have this conversation longer than necessary. What he didn't know was that you had always been slightly interested in him, but he would never give you a chance to get close to him.

"Is that why you never look at me?" You ask with a glimmer of laughter in your voice, causing him to halt his escape. He slowly looks up to your eyes, staring, but not saying anything. Now that he was finally looking at you for more than three seconds you noticed how gorgeous his eyes are.

"What do you have trouble controlling wanting to do to me?" You question softly watching his body tense at your words, you wanted to push your luck. "If I tell you, you'll hate me." He whispers sounding strained. "Why?" You ask again still obviously flirting, it couldn't be that bad. He huffs slightly. "I can't tell you out here." He replies lifting an eyebrow. As if asking are you going to let me in. Were you going to allow the opportunity for something to happen? Both of you knowing where it would lead.

You slide over in the doorway allowing him to enter, the smell of him coated you as he passes. You shut the door and turned to see him looking around kind of awkwardly. "I'm sorry, do you want a drink or something?" You offer and he nods yes.

You leave to get the drinks, trying to figure out what was about to happen next. "Thanks" he mumbles taking the beer after you return, chugging it. You both sit on the couch silently, you could cut the space between you two with a knife. Okay then. "Are you going to tell me?" You finally break the silence, looking down at your fingers, playing with the glass bottle. You heard a loud sigh.

"I'm fucked up y/n." He blankly states causing your eyes to shoot up to him. "We all have our days." You shrug, not breaking the hold he had on your eyes. "No, you don't understand. You're amazing and so sweet. The things I want to do to you." He looks so serious. "Then why don't you help me understand?" You whisper a smirk playing on the edge of your lips.

"Stop. Don't do that." He blurts, abruptly getting off the couch making you jump. "Don't do what?" You yell back following him as he walked toward the door.

Suddenly he spins around slamming your back against the wall, holding you by the shoulders. "You don't yell at me, do you understand?" He hisses. His usual caramel eyes were a burning dark brown, his demeanor was like a different person. His jaw clenched, chest heaving. You stood there shocked, trying to control your own breathing.

"Okay." You whisper. He shook his head with a frustrated groan like it wasn't the answer he wanted, but you were confused. "You're sweet too Spencer, one of the nicest guys I've ever met. So what the hell are you talking about?" You groan, getting frustrated with his game. You heard him chuckle at your words shaking his head slightly. You stared at him, waiting until he finally gave in.

"Fine, I'll tell you. I want to control you, hurt you, make you scream, beg for me, completely dominate you." He outright growls staring into your eyes.

You were shocked. Hurt you? What the hell. He could see your confusion and softened his grip on your shoulder. "Not so sweet now, huh?" He mumbled removing his hands from your shoulder. Now you understood. Why he didn't want to tell you, why he said you would hate him. The look in his eyes now almost resembled regret, like he had messed up his shot with you. 

Although, you just wanted to understand him more than anything, and you were a pretty open-minded person. "Why would you do that?" You mumble looking down between your bodies. "To give you the most pleasure you've ever received." He confidently replies. Wow.

"Hurt me?" "Yes, for both of our pleasure. I know it's a lot and confusing. I promise it will never be more than you can handle." He explains like he was trying to sell you something. Your mind trying to take it all in, were you actually considering this?

"How would you know what is too much for me? We've never slept together" You ask after a moment of contemplating. You could see a slight glimmer of hope shoot through him, like when he realized he'd solved a case.

"I have a word that would instantly stop me, commonly known as a safe word. I would never hurt you in any way you didn't want, and I would always take care of you." He spoke gently, giving you a very vague explanation. This was normal to him. You could feel the heat coming off of his body.

"What is the word?" You ask out of curiosity. "Walter, it's my middle name and I hate it. You don't have to do this though Y/N. I don't know if you would want a relationship with me, but I promise it would be the best of your life." He panted, staring down at your lips, biting on his own as he towered over you.

Spencer was not normally such a confident person, so his confidence in his sexual abilities intrigued you. "What happens if I say yes?" You answer with a nervous knot in your stomach, finding yourself staring at the lip he was biting.

"Do not tease me. It is taking every ounce of my control not to bend you over right now, and show you how to behave." He challenges back, voice becoming more raspier, positioning himself closer to you.

"Then do it." You reply back without skipping a beat, not sure where the new confidence came from. He looked surprised. "Are you sure? Do you know what you're asking for babygirl? There is no going back once you take me there." He huffs, the nickname making your shutter. You can see how hard he was having to restrain himself.

"Dominate me, Spencer." You whisper, and without another second passing his hand roughly wrapped around your throat, he leaned his lips down to yours. You were taken back by his hand choking you, but his firm yet passionate kiss led you through it. Your fingers tangle through his soft messy hair, him groaning as you tug.

He separates your kiss, lowering slightly and lifting you from the bottom of your thighs. You wrap your legs around his waist, remembering you were only in underwear under the robe when you felt his warm body against your core. He attacked your neck with kisses and bites, definitely marking you. "Mmm Spencer" You moan out, and seconds later feel a hard slap on your right ass cheek. You wince at the pain, he did say he would hurt you, it wasn't overbearing though. "You will call me Daddy or Sir, do you understand?" He requests with a stern tone in your ear, you nodded eagerly. "Answer when I ask you a fucking question." He growls again with another slap to your ass. It was hard enough to make you yelp but soft enough to not make you cry. He was good.

"Yes, daddy." You panted. "Good girl." He chuckles, running his hand over the cheek he just hit, soothing the sting. "Are you okay?" He asks searching your eyes, not like he was just talking but genuinely, giving you one last chance to run. "Yes, I'm okay I promise." "Just follow my instructions exactly and you'll be rewarded, okay?" You nod, honestly, you were more than okay. You always wanted to experience something like this, that pushed you to the edge.

He nods back at you, and reattached his lips to your neck, his fingers gripping into your ass through the thin underwear. "Where's.. bedroom?" He asks through muffled kisses. "First left.. in hallway. " You manage to mutter, he began walking still holding you in his strong arms.

Once he made it to the bedroom he lowers you to your feet. "Trust me okay?" He whispers, you nod. He slid his fingers to the insides of your rode pushing it off your shoulders to the floor. "You're so beautiful y/n" he compliments looking over your body just in underwear. You blush slightly, thinking that someone as gorgeous as him would think so.

"I bet you look gorgeous with that pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock." He huffs in your ear, your eyes grew huge hearing him speak like that. Running his tongue over your earlobe, you moan at his words making him chuckle. "Get on your knees now." He commands, you falling into a kneeling position instantly. He smiled down at you approving. You have never moved on command for anyone, what is he doing to you?

You watch as he rolls up each of his sleeves slowly then pulling loose his tie roughly, anticipation killing you. He slowly moves to his belt buckle, removing it and his pants, kicking them off. He looks down at you again, smiling seeing you were biting your lip. "You want daddy's cock in your mouth don't you?" He asks, catching you off guard. You had never talked so dirty before, but it was definitely turning you on.

You also wanted to impress him, you had a slight idea of how this kind of relationship worked from movies. "Yes sir, I want to suck your dick" You reply, playing his game, which judging by his eyes he loved. "Such a good girl." He grunts and pulled his dick from the restrain of the boxers. You gulp at the size.

He steps closer to you, your mouth opening almost as a reflex for him. You took your hand and stroked over his length before taking him to your lips. He hisses as your warm mouth took him in, bobbing your head quickly.

"Fuck. You have no idea how much I have dreamed of that mouth around my cock. How many times you made me touch myself after seeing you at work. You wanted this didn't you baby." He groans, you couldn't believe what he was saying. He masturbates thinking of you?

"Yes, I wanted it." You reply between strokes. You swirl your tongue, wanting to please him as much as possible. "Now I'm going to fuck your mouth for making me wait so long." He growls, you felt his hand wrap to the back of your head into your hair. He holds your head in place while he pumped himself into your mouth faster. You began to gag, but closed your eyes and make yourself relax.

You look up at his face as he went faster, tears starting to run down your face. You loved it. His hisses and moans were the sexiest sounds you've ever heard. "Oh fuck y/n" he yells out as his hips started to jolt out of his control. He met your eyes, his expression had softened, you loved seeing him in such a euphoric and vulnerable state. His eyes continue to roll back in his head, the sight completely soaked the panties between your legs.

"Swallow for me y/n" he groans but before you could answer you felt his warm liquid squirting down your throat. He cussed out slowly riding through his orgasm, you licking every drop from the tip of his dick.

His eyes reopened looking at you very pleased. "Stand up baby girl." You slowly lift wiping the tears and liquids from your face. He kisses you sweetly holding the sides of your face, you take the opportunity to unbutton the rest of his shirt feeling down his toned body.

"I think that deserves a reward baby." He whispers, your body stood on end with excitement. "Please." You breathe out before you knew it. Shit, he had you wrapped around his finger, and he knew it. "Mmm knew you'd enjoy this." He chuckles and then pushing you to the bed.

Your legs land slightly parted, giving him a clear view of your most intimate part. "Why are your panties so wet y/n?" He asks licking over his bottom lip. "Because you make me this wet." You answer honestly. "Such a good fucking girl" he devilishly smirks. Next, you hear the cloth of your underwear rip making you gasp. "Sorry, they were in my way." He shrugs while lowing himself closer to your glistening pussy.

His comment made you laugh, which turned into a loud moan as his tongue attacked your clit with precise movements. "Oh shit." You cry out, you never had a man please you with his mouth this well. He groans in response to your cries. You tangle your hands in his hair again, rocking your hips against his face. You look down and watch his tongue engulf you, his eyes stay focused on you.

"Ugh feels so amazing" you sigh letting the feeling overtake you as his fingers dug into your thighs spreading you more for him. You couldn't believe Spencer Reid was in between your legs right now.

"You taste so good baby girl" he moans between your legs. You felt the tingling sensation start to cover your body, and the familiar warming in the base of your stomach. "Oh fuck." You scream as he pushes you over your edge, making your whole body shake in the best way possible.

You finally come down from the high with a smile on your face and look down at Spencer. His lips were still wet with your liquids, but the pissed expression on his face scared you.

He crawls up the bed until he is right above you staring down at your face. "Did you enjoy that?" He coos but not in an amusing matter. "Yes, it was amazing." You whisper reaching for his face, but he roughly grabs your hand and pins it to the bed.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it because you're about to pay for it" he spat and then pulled you off the bed with him. He rests on the edge of the bed, yanking you face down across his lap. "You're a greedy little girl y/n" he informs with an unsettling calmness. You couldn't even respond not knowing what he was talking about. He began rubbing a hand over your bare ass, you had an eerie gut feeling of what was coming next.

"So now...I have to give you a punishment. Okay?" He continues, the ending sounds more like a question. He was asking if you were okay with him punishing you. Did you want him to seriously hit you? There was only one way to find out.

"Yes" is all you say, and brace yourself for what was next. "You do not cum unless I tell you to." He hisses and you felt the same smack across your ass, but this time harder, more intense now that he had permission. Then again and again. After the sixth slap, you could feel tears forming in your eyes, but moans also tried escaping your lips.

"Are you going to cum again without permission?" He asks with a glimmer of amusement in his voice, delivering the seventh slap. "No,I won't." You said with a shaky voice. Eight. "I know you won't babygirl, but your ass is so pretty. Nice and pink with my handprint." He huffs, giving a ninth spank, you are so close to having use the safe word. "Please, sir." You plea for his mercy as his hand came down again. "I think you've learned your lesson." He finally stopped and massaged over the ass cheek he was just abusing, making it feel better. It still stung, but you almost liked the feeling. You were proud of your self for taking ten hits.

"You did so good baby." He praises while shifting you up and into his lap, laying your head on his chest. He brushed his fingers through your hair softly, letting your breathing even out. You look up, finding him staring down at you with such adoring eyes. In that moment, you had never before felt so loved and safe. The way he commands you, but he still sweetly made sure you were okay with everything he did.

The feeling he gave you made your head spin, it was like nothing else. Was this the kind of relationship you craved? All you knew was that you're now entrapped in Spencer Reid, and you didn't ever want to let go.

After a few minutes, he laid you back onto the bed. He then got up and walked out of your bedroom door. He isn't leaving, is he? For some reason, you couldn't imagine not being with him right now. He can't leave after that. You start to panic until you saw him coming back through the door.

He was holding up in his hand the red scarf that he had bought you, he must have seen it before on your coat rack. You giggle seeing him. "I am going to restrain you, okay, if you try to get loose I will punish you. Understand?" He asks waiting for your response. You nod eagerly "I understand." He begins tying both of your hands above your head to the headboard, you wondering what he has in store for you. "And yes, this is exactly what I meant by good use." He answers what you were wondering with a smirk on his face. Gosh, this boy.

After he was happy with the restraints, he walks to the side of the bed laying beside you. Running his fingers over your stomach, making you squirm. He quickly removes your bra, greedily looking over your breast. "You know since you just took your orgasm last time without asking, you do not get to cum this time while I finger your pussy. Understood?" He informs causing you to groan not knowing how you would be able to do it. You wouldn't want another punishment, right?

"Yes, daddy." You answer softly, and he smirks knowing it would be torture. Lowering his fingers slowly between your legs, to what belongs to him now and he knew it. Your body jolts as his finger sunk in, your wet entrance accepted it eagerly.

"Fuck your so wet for me baby." He groans adding another finger. "I only get wet for you daddy." You moan, maybe you could persuade him to let you finish. "That's right babygirl. ONLY MINE." He growls and pumped his fingers faster making your back arched off the bed, while your head flung back into the pillow. "Oh shit daddy." You whimper every time the palm of his hand would bump your clit.

You then felt warm wetness around your nipple, looking down to see Spencer's perfect lips around one of your breasts as he still worked you with his long fingers. He tugged at your nipple and curled his fingers at just the right spot making your body shake with the need for release.

"Please please I want to cum daddy" you cry out scratching into your bedsheets. You pull at the scarf, wanting so bad to orgasm. "Why should I let you?" He taunts speeding up his fingers as fast as he could. "Because I will be a good girl, please." You whine, not knowing how much longer you would last. You felt his fingers retract, and you heard a whimper of disappointment escape your mouth.

"Don't look so sad baby." He laughs at you and pulled the hand restraints loose and then continued "I promise you're about to cum harder than you ever have." He smirks and then he positioned himself between your legs, you bit your tongue trying to contain your excitement.

One hard thrust filled you completely, making you take all of him. You yell out at the pain and pleasure all at once. He pauses for a second letting your muscles become molded to him. "Shit your so tight y/n" he growls with hooded eyes watching you take him. He then lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and began pounding into you roughly, the position hitting your sweet spot over and over. You clawed into his back hard, surely drawing blood but he didn't seem to care. You felt a hand grasp around your neck once again, and the sensation made your eyes roll back.

"You like being choked don't you, dirty girl " he hisses, slightly tightening the grip on your neck. "Yes I love when you choke me daddy" You groan out barely able to speak, not just trying to please him anymore, but you honestly liked it. He was right when he said it was the most pleasure you have ever received.

He moans at your words, feeling he wasn't going to last much longer. "Rub your pretty clit for me, baby." He commands through clenched teeth, sounding so rugged and sexy. You did as instructed, rubbing fiercely making your legs start to shake.

"Daddy I want.. I need to cum please" you beg, feeling the knot in your stomach. "You want to cum all over daddy's cock babygirl?" He groans watching you beg was something he would never forget. "Yes please let me cum on your cock." You plea, trying desperately to hold it.

"You want me to cum in your tight pussy y/n?" He asks as his hips began to thrust wildly. Your eyes flash open in shock, looking up to Spencer biting his lip looking at you with such passion. You had never let a man finish inside before, but you wanted all of Spencer.

"Yes, cum in your pussy sir." You cry out, determined to pull him over with you. "Yes my fucking pussy." He moans out loudly, fucking you as fast as he could now.

His stroke hit just the right spot as your fingers moved faster and faster, your breath hitched and you became light-headed from the amount of pleasure. "Cum for me babygirl." You could barely hear over your cries of pleasure but as soon as you heard him your body responds. Your insides contract around his cock as he groans out your name letting his head fall back, his climax spilling over into you.

He slowly rolled through both of your orgasms, both of you panting despite for air. He gently removed himself from you, falling in the bed next to you. He guides you into his arms and softly snuggling into his chest.

"Are you okay baby?" He asks once his breathing evened out. You smile at him calling you baby even though you weren't having sex still. "I'm okay." You answer, still feeling your body tingling trying to process everything that just happened.

"Do you need anything? Ice, lotion, water?" He questions again making you giggle. You just shook your head no. He sat up looking at you with a serious expression. "Look, part of this is me taking care of you after. I'll always take care of you. Please talk to me, did I scare you?" He sighs.

"No Spencer you didn't I promise, I liked it a lot." You assured him, he let out a breath of relief. "I didn't hurt you too badly?" He asks rubbing the side of your face. "You hurt me just right" you giggle. "Well that's just the beginning sweetheart" he teases kissing the back of your hand.

"I actually might need something." You announce after thinking for a few minutes. "Anything." He answers looking concerned. "I think I need help taking a shower." You shyly admit. He chuckles at you. "Can someone not feel her legs." Teasing you more. "No, you made them go numb daddy." You tease back.

He moans lightly "Don't get me started again, I don't think you could handle that yet." He warns helping you up. "Maybe I will" you wink stepping into the shower pulling him with you.

Returning to work was awkward, to say the least, having to keep your relationship a secret. Spencer making sly remarks that only you would understand just to watch you squirm. Teasing you around every hidden corner didn't help either.

The team had just been assigned a new case and everyone was at the circle table going over the different files. "Y/n give me that file." Spencer said from across the table, concentrating on the papers so his voice sounded stern.

"Yes daa..." You freeze catching yourself and his eyes going wide looking at you. You try to play it off. "Dr. Reid " you stated with a couple of fake coughs, trying to make it sound like a mix of words. The redness of your face would surely give it away. You hand over the file keeping your eyes down.

"Oh hell no, we are not about to act like that didn't just happen." Derek pries with that smile, looking between you and Spencer. Spencer just smirks shrugging his shoulders and returned his attention to the paper in his hand. The whole team gasped at his subtle confirmation, you instantly hid in your hands. How were you going to survive being Spender Reid's woman.

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Moonlight - Adam Sackler x Reader

Chapter 1 - Kid

Word Count: 5595

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, wet dream,

Author's Note: I've been hiding this fic for quite some time and I just thought it was finally time to post it. I hope you enjoy it. Just a little FYI this is a bit of a slow burn things don't pick up until chapter 3/4 soo.

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You were in your psychology class trying to pay attention, but you couldn't. You were spacing out. Thinking about all the things that you could have been doing instead of sitting there in class. You could have been at home catching up with that show you just started or learning that new recipe you found.

You see this 6'4 guy with long perfect hair with broad shoulders walk into the room. He had features of a god. He was gorgeous. He couldn't be a new student; it was already mid-semester. The school you attended was fairly small. You could've noticed him by now.

He looks around the room before he makes eye contact with you and starts walking in your direction. As he starts to get near you, he doesn't break eye contact. To him, you were a prize he was trying to reach.

Once he is right in front of you, towering where you were sitting, he grabs your chin and tilts it so you could see his face more clearly. "You'll soon get what you deserve, princess," he says in a seductive voice. He grabs you by your hand and pulls you out of your seat.

Dragging you out of the classroom to take you to the nearest closet.

As he opens the door, your anxiety rises, thinking about what might happen next. "Hey, aren't we going to get caught" you mentioned to him in a worried tone of voice.

He wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you in closer to him. "Do as you are told, and we won't get caught." He whispers into your ear.

The space between you and him got smaller. Things were getting steamy-

BEEP

BEEP

BEEP

"Noooo, a couple more minutes, please." you yawned to yourself. It was a dream that you did not want to wake up from. You wondered who that person was and if you have met them somewhere.

As you reached over to grab your phone where your alarm was still going off, you checked the time, wanting to know if you could sleep for a couple more minutes to go back to dreaming about that person.

It was 7:30 AM, and your class started at 8:30 AM; usually, at this time, you were in the train station, but instead, you were dreaming about a man you have never seen before and wanting to get railed by him.

You rushed on getting ready, so you could catch a train before your class started.

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New York City is one of the busiest cities globally, also a city that you have always wanted to live in since you were a kid.

When you and your best friend Amelia got accepted into NYU, you decided to live in the same apartment. Both of you wanted to experience everything together.

You have lived there for six years, and no matter what, there is always something new to discover, it could be a new fashion store that opened or a new McDonald's, cause there is a need for a McDonald's in every corner.

This is your last year of Graduate School at NYU. You were so tired of this, and you just wanted to graduate already.

After all your classes are over, you and Amelia would always meet at Café Grumpy to occasionally catch up and leave the house. You enjoyed the coffee and food from there.

Every time you went inside there, it smelled like fresh coffee, and Ray was always there as well. "Hello, welcome back to Café Grumpy, the usual, right?" He asked with a smirk on his face.

"Good afternoon, Ray, and yes, the usual." you snapped your fingers as you agreed to what he said.

You have known Ray for the past couple of years; you never knew him personally. But you two did exchange a couple of interactions. He would always be the one to prepare your coffee and Amelia's. You probably had more mental breakdowns in that shop, something that you were not proud of. Since Ray was much older than you, he would be there for you and give you the best advice he could.

You were spacing out. You hear Ray's voice. "Are you feeling better? I know it's been a rough couple of weeks since that break up with Oscar," he hands you your cup of coffee and Amelia's. Oscar was the guy you have dated for the past 2 ½ years but recently broke up with him because he was cheating on you.

A frown formed on your face. You didn't like remembering Oscar and what he did to you. "I'm doing fine; he didn't deserve me anyway. I was too good for him." There was a small sigh when you said that.

Amelia was walking towards where you were sitting at "That is correct. He never deserved a lovely, funny, realistic girlfriend like you. Even from the start, he didn't deserve you." she sounded straightforward and positive in what she said.

She always knew what to say to make your day. "Amelia, always telling me something I don't know" there was a sass on your tone. Your relationship with Oscar was toxic to the point where you forgot your self-worth and only focused on pleasing him. But after catching him cheating on you, it made you realize how strong of a person you were and how you didn't need him in your life.

"She's right, you know; any guy would be lucky to have you" Ray was smiling as he was handing you a breakfast sandwich. "just to let you know this is on me, I'll pay for you and Amelia's food and drinks. But don't get used to it because I won't be doing it all the time."

You weren't sure how to respond to what Ray has said, so you just decided to give a detailed response "hah, keep saying that, and I'll stay single for a while," you chuckled as he told you that. "Also, thanks, we'll repay you." you were grateful that Ray did that for you and Amelia once in a while.

What you told Ray made you think, were you going to be single for a while, or are you going to find someone right away. But then again, you wanted to love yourself before you loved someone else.

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After hours of just talking to Amelia and Ray, it was time for you to head home. It was getting dark, and you had homework to do.

Afternoons were your favorite time to walk around because of the sunsets. No matter how long you have lived in New York, you would have always taken pictures. By now, your gallery was full of those sunsets instead of images with your friends or family.

You lived in Manhattan, probably the cheapest place in New York you could find. The apartment wasn't that big; it had two bedrooms, one bath, a small kitchen and living space, and a balcony that connected your bedroom to Amelia's. It was big enough for two people to live in. It was decorated very minimalistic; of course, some of the landscape pictures you took and some portraits that Amelia has painted throughout the apartment.

Looking through the cabinets and through the fridge, you noticed you had all the ingredients to make chicken alfredo with mashed potatoes" Hey, are you craving chicken alfredo with some mashed potatoes?" You were taking out the ingredients to make the food. You were the one to cook all the time since you enjoyed cooking and did not mind cleaning the mess afterward. "Even if you're not, I'm still making it because I am craving it."

Amelia was browsing through Netflix, trying to figure out what to put "whatever you want to make, you know I'll shove it down my throat."

Your phone that was across the table started to ring. As you picked it up, you saw the name Oscar. Your heart started to beat fast. You had a blank stare as you watched your phone just ring.

Amelia notices your blank face, "Is it Oscar again? Gosh, when is he going to leave you alone" she rolls her eyes. She starts walking towards you to see if you need any comfort or if you wanted her to answer.

"Yeah, it's him. Can you answer the phone for me? I'm not sure if I can talk to him" you gave her your phone.

This was not the first time he called after the breakup. Usually, you would just ignore the calls. This time it was different because of the talk you had earlier with Amelia and Ray. The thought of you giving someone everything just for them to go behind your back to do that was a scary thought.

While your mind wondered with all these thoughts, you could hear Amelia just yelling at the phone. Telling Oscar to leave me alone and just to let the relationship we once had go.

Hearing him argue with Amelia in the other room made you want to curl up in bed. But instead, you just sucked it up and started making the food because the food will never hurt your feelings or cheat on you.

Amelia walks into the kitchen and places the phone on the counter. "He is such a jerk. I still don't understand how you decided to date him. Out of all the people in New York, you decided to spend two and ½ years with him." She was rambling on how much she disliked Oscar. You zoned out, not wanting to pay attention to what she was saying.

"I don't understand either, but hey, can we just talk about something else; I need a distraction."

While you were finishing the food, Amelia was still browsing through Netflix, trying to find something the both of you could watch.

Amelia gives you a look of regret as you approach her with the food. "I'm sorry that I exploded on you about Oscar. What he did was unacceptable. I hate seeing you hurt over a stupid guy," she mentions as you give her a plate of food.

There was a small pause in between as you sat next to her. "It's okay, Amelia. I'm hurting over a dumb boy."

Once you finished your homework and the movie that Amelia put on the TV, it was already nighttime. Your mind wanders back to the dream you had. Who was this guy, and have you seen him before.

Amelia had her bed, but sometimes she would come over to your bed and sleep with you. Especially during times like this, where you needed her company. Amelia was scrolling through Instagram, trying to find new inspiration for her latest painting. "Hey, Amelia, do you know if we know anyone that is around 6'4 that had perfect shaggy hair?" you asked her, trying not to make it obvious that it was a dream.

She got up and sat up quickly as you caught her attention "oh, so now we have a new lover, and it's not been two months past your breakup" she was looking at the way you would react to her saying that. But your face was not showing any signs that you might have met someone new or even talked to someone new. You looked confused, and all you wanted answers. "Hey, don't look at me like that. We both have a busy life outside of these four walls, you don't expect me to know every single move that you do, and no, we do not know anyone that fits that description."

"Oh, okay, just asking" you wanted to drop the topic as fast as you could. "We should go to sleep. I have work tomorrow, and you do too"

You turn off the lights and proceed to go to bed.

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"Such a naughty girl, listening to what daddy wants to do, does it turn you on being here in the closet with me at the university you attend at huh."

It seemed like it picked up right where it left off. Oddly enough, it was the same guy you dreamt of last night.

You stood there quietly as you tried to analyze his beautiful face.

He proceeds to tell you all the things he wants to do to you. "I want you to get on all fours and not make a sound," he whispers into your ears; as he does that, he wraps his big hand around your throat.

You nodded your head in agreement "yes. I'll stay as quiet as I need to-"

BEEP

BEEP

BEEP

"Ugh, not again." This time, you woke up on time. When getting ready, you decided to wear something that hugged your curves perfectly—a turtleneck shirt with a cardigan and a nice pair of jeans with some heels.

On the days you didn't have class, you worked as a secretary at a lawyer's office, it was not your dream job, but it did pay you well. Your boss was chill about you going to work a couple of minutes late. She knew how busy the streets could get, and if you were able to pass by a coffee shop and get her coffee, she would forgive you for your delay.

As you were walking the same route, you wanted to catch up on some of your reading. The people around you were too focused on making sure they got to their destination on time instead of focusing on whether you were on their way.

Out of sudden, you bump into with 6'4 man, "Hey, watch it Ki-" he froze. To him, you were the most beautiful person he has ever seen.

You panic. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you," you were trying to gather yourself. As you made eye contact with him, you noticed that he had the same features as the guy you have been dreaming about. But seeing him in person, he was more attractive.

We stared at each other for a couple of minutes.

"umm yeah, it's alright kid, are you new around here? I have never seen you before" He looks at you like there's nothing else around but you. He looks up and down, looking at how perfectly your outfit hugged your curves. "Can I just mention that you are gorgeous and hot, wow"

You smiled and tucked in your hair behind your ear "thank you" This was the first time you have ever gotten a compliment in a very long time; you were unsure how to react. "Yeah, I have been here for a couple of years. I mean, it's a pretty big city. I doubt that you would have ever seen me" You never thought you would imagine that the guy you were dreaming about would live in the same city you did.

There was a small pause in between what you had said, "Is there a place that you need to be? I can walk you there. I want you to get there safely" He insisted on taking you to work. He didn't show any signs of being a creep, so of course, you agreed that he could walk with you.

The whole time you walked together, it was quiet, but having his presence next to you, was calming. It was odd. You have never felt this calm next to a stranger.

As you both get to the building that you worked at, "Hey, I know that we haven't known each other for long, and this walk was quiet, but I would like to get to know you." You scanned his face to see if he was lying or just trying to be weird. But no, he was genuine. "I would love to take you out to get coffee sometime if that's okay with you" He looked unsure if he wanted to ask you that. Maybe it was the fear of rejection.

You had a small smile on your face. You wanted to know him as well. "So far, I've enjoyed our quiet walk, and It would be lovely to grab a cup of coffee sometime" You take out some sticky notes and a pen from your purse and start writing down your number with a little heart next to the last digit. "Here, take this, don't blow up my phone, or I'll block you, okay" You hand him the sticky note with a smirk on your face.

The moment you mentioned a number, that's when his face lit up with the most dorkish yet cute smile. "Aye, Aye, Captain, I can't make any promises that I won't."

Walking towards the building, you felt like someone was watching you. You turn around to see who it might be, and it was him. He wanted to make sure that you go into the building safely. Then you realized that you didn't even know his name and how you gave him your number in a heartbeat. That was the dumbest thing you have done. But what is the worst he can do? He didn't know your name either. He can probably just send it to spam callers.

Either way, you didn't regret giving him your number.

Deep down, you thought, 'he'll never text me or call me. He was just nice by walking me to work. I'll never get to see him again.' Before you enter your shift, you text Amelia every time you get there, so she knows you got there and nothing happened to you on the way. You didn't tell her that you met this guy and that you willingly gave him your number. To you, it didn't matter. It's not like you were going to see him again.

Hours go by. It was already the end of your shift. You said your goodbyes to your boss and coworkers.

As you check your phone, you notice that there were three new messages from an unknown number. You took a deep breath as you unlocked your phone, thinking it was probably spam messages or reminders that you needed to pay your bills.

2:12 PM Hello Kid, it's me, that rando that walked with you

2:30 PM, please tell me this is your actual number and not some random person's number

3:23 PM, it probably is, well, shit. But if it is yours, call me when you get out of work. I want to go ahead and buy you coffee.

Reading those messages brought a smile to your face. Even without knowing his name, it made you happy that he texted you.

Your heart is racing as you call him, thinking that he isn't going to pick up.

"Hey kid, so you didn't give me a random person's number, huh" You could hear the excitement in his voice through the phone.

"Hello there, actually no, this is a random person's number, you got fooled" there was a small giggle that came out.

He went along with what you said, knowing for sure it was you and not someone else. "darn it. Either way, is this random person willing to grab some coffee in about 10 minutes."

"She accepts, and she will be waiting for you to come. Don't be late. I don't like it when people are late and especially when it comes to my coffee."

"Aye, Aye Captain, I won't be late, not even a second late."

"I'm holding your word to that, hah."

When you hung up the phone, you had the biggest smile on your face. The thoughts of 'how come this nameless person was able to make me feel this way' were going through your head. It felt like you were a teenager with a high school crush. This was a new feeling to you. You never experienced having these emotions over some guy.

Eight Minutes pass by, and you see that 6'4 gorgeous man was walking outside of the building you work at, waving his hand trying to catch your attention. You grab your bags and start walking towards the door. Before you could push the door, he opens it for you. "Thank you" You lock eyes with him, and that feeling from earlier where nothing matters came back. The sound of cars honking and people walking by didn't matter because it was only you and him.

"You are very welcome. There's a new coffee place that opened up not that long ago that I want to take you". He points to the left, and of course, there was a big sign on the shop saying, 'NEW LOCATION' You agreed to go with him, and you didn't care where you two went. All you wanted to do was spend time with him.

Both of you were walking to the coffee shop, and it was relatively small and very casual. There was loud music playing in the background. He opened the door for you, and inside, it smelled like fresh coffee. The inside was beautiful. The tones were very earthy and brown colors. Even if you didn't come with him, you would have loved to be in this place. It felt like home. While you two were getting in line, you finally asked him the question that has been in your head all day. "Something that has been bugging me is that I'm here grabbing coffee with a person that I don't even know; you might be a murder or a cat person, and I wouldn't even know your name."

He makes a facepalm motion when he realizes that you were right. You didn't know his name, and he didn't know yours. "shit, you are right. I haven't even told you my name. It's Adam."

Adam, why was that so fitting for him. You never thought that this beautiful man would have the most straightforward name. You loved his name already. You tell him your name, and the way he reacted was the cutest. "So that's the captain's name. To be fair, that is a beautiful name." You had a smile, and your cheek turned into a rosy color. You never thought that he would react to your name like that, mainly because he could have met a lot of people with that same name.

To him, your name meant more than just a random person's name. He didn't care if other people had the same name as you. He only cared about knowing your name.

The line got shorter, and it was your time to order what you wanted to drink. You look over the menu, and the most appealing drink you could see was a Macchiato. That was your safe drink when it came to new coffee places.

As you look over the menu, Adam stares at you, the way your eyebrows are shaped, the way you look so concentrated on reading every word on the menu. As before bumping into you, you were still the most beautiful person he has ever seen. "Are you ready to order what you want?"

Looking over the menu one more time, just making sure that a Macchiato was something you wanted. "I think so. I'll probably just want a macchiato, something simple."

"Do you want anything to eat? It's probably been hours since you have last eaten," he says in a concerning voice.

Even though you were hungry and wanted to order something to eat, you didn't want him to waste more money on you. "No, that would be it. I can probably get something to eat on the way home. Thank you, though. I appreciate it."

While waiting for the drinks to be ready, you two go sit down. It was quiet for a while before they called Adam's name to go and get the drinks. Hearing his name just brightened your day. You thought, 'I don't think I would ever get tired of hearing his name.' As he walked in your direction, you can't help but notice how big his hands were.

"Here is the macchiato for the lady" While you grab your cup of coffee from his hands, you notice how small your hand looked compared to his. "now that we are here, tell me about yourself." He wanted to know everything about you, from what you like to eat to what you like to do in your free time.

"Well, I'm in my last year of graduate school in NYU, getting my Human Development and Social Intervention Master's degree, gosh that was a handful to say. I work at a law office." There was a pause as you were trying to think of things you did in your free time. "There's nothing that exciting about my life, really." All you did was go to work and school. It made you realize how it has been a cycle your whole time you were in here.

With the facial expression, you can tell that he wanted to say 'really,' but instead, he said something else. "That sounds like some bull. Getting a degree in Human development or some shit like that is quite interesting" he was interested in what you were saying. "Also, I doubt that is all you do. There must be something else, a hobby? A show you enjoy watching." He did not believe one bit that your life could be boring.

Talking about yourself was not something you did on a day-to-day basis. So when Adam started asking these questions, it was really hard for you to think about it. He was the first person to ask you to talk about yourself in a very long time. You were unsure what to tell him, as you were stirring your coffee with a spoon, trying to figure out what to say. He grabs your hand that was just resting on the table. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me. If you don't feel comfortable telling me it's cool, I understand" He was reassuring you that you didn't have to tell him anything you didn't want to.

He still holds your hand, making sure that you are comfortable around him. He didn't want to mess things up with you. He wanted to flirt with you and kiss you, but he also wanted to make sure you were comfortable.

The place started to get packed, and the walls felt like they were closing in on you. You began to feel claustrophobic with the number of people around. "Adam, can we leave the place and walk around?" You needed to get out of the place before more people came in.

He grabs your bag and helps you get up from the chair. You started to walk forwards, and even though you couldn't see him, you could feel his presence behind you. As you both left the shop, you turned around to make sure he was right behind. You wait for him as he catches up to you. You go ahead and wrap your arm around his. He had a slight smile when you did that. "I'm sorry for not answering your questions. Usually, no one asks me to talk about myself, so I'm unsure what to say."

He understood, and he was in the same boat as you. No one asked him to talk about himself either. If you were to ask him, he would freeze just like you did. "It's alright, kid, let's take you home. It's getting late" This was the second time he walked you to your location. He wanted you to get home safely and wanted to stay with you for a longer time.

This time it wasn't a quiet walk, you joked around with him, and he joked around with you. The way you both talked, it seemed like you knew each other for years and not only for a day.

You were the first girl he didn't want to take home and hook up with. You were different, he wanted something new, and he wanted to experience it with you.

You were outside the building of your apartment, and you see Amelia run towards you and Adam. "Where were you, it's past 6:30, and you are usually here earlier. I was about to set an Amber Alert on your ass" She hugs you ignoring the man next to you. As she lets go, she finally notices him and gives him a perplexed look. She pulls you away from Adam. She didn't know him. She thought he was some creep just trying to get to know where you lived. "You can go now. You don't need to walk her in." She had a disgusted look on her face while she made the shoo motion.

You were embarrassed that she was acting that way. Usually, she wouldn't mind if a guy walked me home. You gave Adam a look that you were sorry. "I'm so sorry. I never thought this would be the way you two meet. Amelia, this is Adam" You had a frustrated look on your face. You didn't want Amelia to know about Adam until you were sure that you wanted to talk to him for a while. 'I guess faith has another plan for me, instead of letting me do my own thing.' Instead of keeping that thought to yourself, you said it out loud without even knowing that you did.

Adam and Amelia both heard what you said and giggled.

Adam stares at you like he had the heart eyes emoji on his face. Amelia noticed how he was looking at you and decided to walk into the building, so you and he would have a moment together. You knew the moment you entered the apartment, she would be asking you a ton of questions. The idea of going home felt like a nightmare, but that's where your bed was at, so you didn't have a choice.

After what happened between the three of you, you were unsure if he ever wanted to talk to you again. If it was you, after that, you would have just run the opposite way. He could feel that you were worried. "If you think that Amelia scared me away from you, you thought completely wrong." He wraps his arms around you, and you hug him back. Feeling his warmth was one of the best feelings in the world. You were so much tinier than him, so hugging him felt like you were hugging a bear. After a couple of more minutes, letting him go was hard. Adam looks up and notices that Amelia is looking down to where you and he were standing. "It's getting late, and I can see that someone is creepily watching us." You look up, and you see the same thing that Adam did. You both giggled that Amelia wasn't trying to hide that she was staring at the both of you.

Watching him walk away made you sad. You wanted to spend more time with him.

Entering the apartment, Amelia rushed to open the door before you could. She had a ton of questions ready for you on a notepad. You took her hand and walked towards the couch. The questions went from “where did you meet him? How did you meet him?... etc.” You answered every question, even though you really didn’t want to. “So you met him, and you didn’t plan on telling me” she grabbed the pillow that was right next to her and smacked you with it. You went ahead and grabbed a pillow next to you and started to have a pillow fight.

Hours passed by, you finished your homework, your readings, and finished cooking dinner. As you are getting ready to go to bed. All you could think about was him, how sweet he was to you, how beautiful his face was, just the thought of Adam. Your phone starts to ring as these thoughts continue. You look over to your phone to see who it was, and it was Adam.

There was noise in the background. It sounded like there was construction going on. “Hey Kid, what are you doing up so late? Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“Hey Goof, Fun fact I was about to go to bed, but you called, meaning that you interrupted me from going to bed.” You were tucking yourself to bed at this moment.

“I’ll just buy you coffee tomorrow.” He mentions in a sweet tone of voice.

“I hate that you have only known me for a day and already know that I love coffee” It was the opposite. You didn’t mind if he knew that you enjoyed drinking coffee. Instead of just remembering how your body was shaped, he would remember you by something you enjoyed drinking.

Adam was thinking about you before he decided to call you. He missed you. He missed the way your voice sounded. “I’m going, being honest with you, I was just thinking about you, and I thought I would call you.”

Did that comment just make your heart flutter? Yes, indeed it did. It’s crazy how in just one day of meeting Adam, you never felt happier. He made you feel things that you thought you’d never feel again.

You both talked for an hour straight, just talking about the tv show you were just watching; meanwhile, he was talking about wanting to build a boat in his apartment. But no matter what, you never have that awkward pause in between topics.

Once the call ended, It made you realize that this was just the beginning and that it would be a bumpy road ahead. But it didn’t matter because it was with him.

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Pay Your Penance (sub! Tony Stark x domme! Reader)

Summary: Tony forgot your anniversary, and he's eager to make it up to you.

Notes: Hello! I thought up this one-shot while I was watching online recitals for college (I seem to have a pattern of writing smut during class lol). I hope everyone enjoys this one, and thank you for reading! (use of she/her pronouns, no y/n)

Warnings: smut! 18+ only! very light angst, spanking, oral sex (fem receiving), pegging, dominant reader, sub Tony

WC: (almost) 2.6 k

Two days.

It had been two days since you had spoken to Tony. He deserved it, you justified. He forgot your three year anniversary. He had made the reservations to go to your favorite restaurant and sworn off work of any kind for the entire day in favor of spending it with you.

Needless to say, you were pretty pissed off when he was nowhere to be found throughout the day, only to find him in the workshop at 10:00 pm, making upgrades to his suits. You couldn’t believe that he had forgotten. And you let him know that. After a long chewing out, you had completely ignored him for two days. He didn’t make it easy to do that; his extroverted demeanour was difficult to ignore. But you managed. Up until now.

The two of you were having an extremely tense dinner back at your place. The past two days, you had eaten dinner alone. Tonight, you decided you would at least grace him with your presence, even if you wouldn’t do the same with conversation. No looks were even spared in his direction, though you could feel his eyes burning into you. Every sharp intake of breath from him caused you to take a sip of wine in an attempt to get him not to speak. Eventually, though, he did anyway.

“Please, darling. I’m sorry.”

The quaver in his voice caused you to glance up from your pasta. That was a mistake. You could see how glassy his eyes were and the guilt etched across his face. His hands were shaking, and you were sure they were clammy. His mouth was turned downwards in a frown that you usually would never want to see, and his bottom lip was trembling. You placed your fork on the table and rested your chin on your hands, silently prompting him to speak.

“Baby, I’m truly sorry. I don’t know what came over me, but there is absolutely no excuse for what I did. You mean the world to me; I’m ridiculously happy that you let me into your life. Which makes me feel all the more guilty for forgetting something this important. I promise that it will never happen again; I’ll program F.R.I.D.A.Y. to remind me every day for a week beforehand so I never forget again. But I’m sorry, love. I’m sorry for putting you through that pain, and I will never do anything to hurt you like that ever again. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

The sincerity in his tone struck you. You could practically see the guilt washing over him in strong waves. Sadness radiated off of him in a way that you had never seen before. And you did miss him, you really did. You missed his smile, the crinkles that would appear beside his eyes when he laughed, the scratch of his facial hair when he kissed you on the cheek, and the soft murmurs of “I love you” that would accompany every gesture of affection he gave you. But you still wanted to make him work for it, being the stubborn thing you were. And you knew exactly what you wanted him to do.

You arched your eyebrow, “Anything?”

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly at the sound of your voice, “Anything, darling.”

You made eye contact with him then, missing the feeling of his chocolate brown eyes staring into yours. But swiftly after, your eyes swept downwards, eyeing up the swell of his lips and the way the t-shirt he was wearing clung to his biceps. You couldn’t help but have his punishment be of a sensual nature; you had both always been very sexually intimate people. Your bodies had a way of conveying what couldn’t be said with words.

“After we finish eating, I want you upstairs in our room, stripped and kneeling at the edge of the bed while I get some things ready. When I come back, you’re going to get your punishment, then you’re going to make me cum. If you’re good, I’ll let you cum after. Understood?”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing enticingly, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good.”

You fell back into silence once more, though this one was more anticipatory than awkward. You could tell he was excited at the prospect of paying his penance, and was looking forward to things going back to normal between the two of you. You were looking forward to it as well; you missed him, though you wouldn’t admit it, of course.

It wasn’t long before the two of you finished your meal. You took the trek back to your bedroom together, and while Tony busied himself with obeying your commands, you disappeared into the closet to get some tools for the night ahead: a red and gold paddle for the punishment, and lube and a deep blue dildo (hopefully) for his reward. When you re-entered your bedroom with your tools in hand, you were pleased to find Tony nude and kneeling by the bed as requested. His head turned to you as you entered and he gave you a soft smile. You returned it as you set the dildo and lube on the nightstand for later use. You sat on the edge of the bed and tilted his chin so he was looking up at you. You kissed him sweetly as you gripped the paddle in your hands, contrasting the roughness of the punishment he was about to receive.

“Lay across my lap.”

Your voice was commanding, and he didn’t care disobey. He draped himself across your legs, ass up in the air and now hard cock pressing into your thigh.

“Tell me your safeword, sweetheart,” you told him, bringing the paddle up in preparation.

“Gauntlet,” he whispered back.

“Good boy,” you cooed, before bringing the paddle down to smack against his left cheek.

He made a soft noise of shock; you took him by surprise that time. But the two you landed on his right cheek in rapid succession didn’t. The next harsh smack made him gasp out, and the one that followed made him grip the sheets below him, whimpering into the mattress.

“That’s it, love. Taking your punishment like a good boy,” you crooned.

“Wanna be good for you,” he murmured back, slightly muffled by the mattress he was face down on.

You laid down five more smacks, and by the end, his soft gasps turned into moans. You could feel his hard-on pressing more insistently into your thigh. His ass was bright red; you knew it would be a struggle for him to sit tomorrow.

“All done, love. You did so wonderfully for me,” you said with a gentle smile.

“Thank you,” he replied softly, returning your smile.

“Why don’t you get on your knees for me, baby?”

He did as you told, kneeling directly in front of you and looking up at you adoringly. You placed the paddle beside you on the bed and spread your legs for him in invitation.

It didn’t take a doctorate for him to know what you wanted him to do. He crawled forward until his face was directly in front of your heat, stabilizing his hands on your thighs, and you knew that you were already dripping. You honestly had been since you had thought this up, excited to get him between your thighs and feel the scratch of his beard against your cunt.

The first press of his lips against you already had you reeling, but you knew how to reign it in. You gripped his hair tightly, holding him in place as his tongue licked between your folds, licking up your wetness. He went at it with enthusiasm and fervor; not only did he want to make this up to you, but he normally enjoyed eating you out just as much as you did. He loved the feeling of having you dripping down his chin, moaning unabashedly as you yanked on his hair. He loved your taste, and he loved when you were in control. He moved slightly from between your lower lips and sucked your clit into his mouth, which drew the first moan from you.

“Just like that, baby. Doing so well for me,” you praised.

You felt him smile against you as he continued to lavish your clit with attention. He had always had a bit of a praise kink. He finished your assault on your clit when you tugged him back down to your folds, and his tongue pressed deep inside of you, wanting to bring you to your release. The soft gasps of pleasure above him told him that he was fulfilling his goal. You slowly ground your hips into his face, spreading your wetness down his chin. He buried his nose into your cunt as he licked deeply, moaning at the taste of you. You tugged his hair roughly, eliciting another whine from him.

“So close, bub. Just a little more.”

He moved one of his hands from your thighs to your center and began toying with your clit while redoubling his efforts with his tongue.

“Fuck yeah, babe. Fuck,” you cursed as your orgasm washed over you.

He continued lapping at you through your high until you tugged him away from overstimulation. You smirked when you saw his face coated with your wetness. He blushed and wiped most of it off with his fingers, licking off teasingly. You chuckled gently and leaned down so you could kiss him, and you groaned softly at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

“That was great, baby. You’ve been such a good boy for me. Think it’s about time that you get rewarded,” you cooed.

He grinned up at you, “Thank you, honey.”

“Of course, Tony. Get on the bed for me on your back.”

He went obediently, laying on his back and spreading his legs for you. You grabbed the lube and the dildo and kneeled between his spread legs.

“So gorgeous for me,” you murmured.

His shy smile soon grew hungrier at the sight of you lubing up two of your fingers. He knew better than to get impatient, so he flopped his head down onto the pillow, eagerly awaiting the first press of your fingers inside of him.

You came over to him then, with slick fingers, the dildo and more lube in tow.

“Just gonna open you up first,” you stated.

You traced one of your lubed up fingers around the rim, not yet pushing it inside. His hole fluttered at the feeling and a soft, pleading whine fell from his lips. You couldn’t help but smirk as you slowly worked your first finger in since the moans that began to spill from him were already quite desperate.

“You already sound close, babe. Better hold it until I get that dildo inside of you,” you remarked as you sunk your finger in up to the knuckle.

The action drew a soft sob of pleasure from him, and you crooked your finger inside of him to hear more of those pretty noises.

Soon enough, you were asking, “Ready for a second, baby?”

He nodded vigorously, “Please! I can take it! Please!”

“It’s okay, baby. Don’t need to beg, I’ve got you,” you consoled as the tip of your second finger breached his hole.

He cried out desperately and ground his hips into your fingers, forcing your second finger in just as deep as the first. You scissored your fingers in him, stretching him out even more. You wanted to make sure that Tony was ready for it; you never wanted him to be in pain.

But soon he was begging for more, “Please, darling. I can take it, I’m ready. Need it so bad, please. Need you.”

“Does my good boy need to get fucked? Needs this dildo to ruin his tight, little hole?” you taunted, holding your dominance over his head.

“Yes! Need you to fuck me, please. Never needed it more. Please, baby, please.”

You always enjoyed when Tony got like this, when all he could think of was you. So, you gave in to his begging and removed your fingers, then coated the dildo in a generous amount of lube. You lined the dildo up with his waiting hole.

“Ready?”

The question was more of a formality; you knew he was ready, but you always wanted to be sure.

“Yes. ‘M ready.”

You slowly pushed in, allowing him time to adjust to the size of the toy. He moaned unabashedly at the feeling and pushed his hips into the dildo, forcing it deeper.

“Greedy, aren’t you?” you teased, pulling the toy back out of him.

“Fuck, ‘m sorry. Please. Please,” he begged, desperate for you to continue.

You smirked and suddenly slammed the full length of the toy into him, causing a broken cry to fall from his lips. He writhed underneath you as you continued your punishing pace, fucking into him roughly with no sign of stopping.

You used your free hand to guide his hands up to his nipples. He immediately began toying with them, and his moans grew louder. Your free hand then gripped his cock, and you began working it with slow strokes, still teasing him. A faster tug of your hand accompanied by a harsh slam of the toy made his back arch and he cried out.

“Please, honey. I’m so close.”

You quickened your pace with the dildo and he almost shrieked in pleasure.

“There it is,” you muttered, and drilled into the same spot over and over again.

Tears of pleasure sprang to his eyes as you sped up your strokes on his cock. Later, he would be embarrassed at the noise he made when he came, but for now, he didn’t care. The scream that tore itself from his throat was like music to your ears as he coated your hand in his cum. You continued to fuck him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, then slowly pulled the toy out and layed it on the nightstand.

For a while, you just held him, stroking his hair gently and murmuring how good he was for you. Eventually, he came back down and smiled sleepily up at you.

“Was that nice?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer.

He nodded, “Yeah. Always is.”

You pressed a light kiss to his forehead, “I’m gonna get something to clean you up with, okay?”

He nodded again and you gathered the toys and put them back in the closet. Then, you grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom and returned to Tony’s side, wiping up the cun that was still on his body. You cleaned what was still on your hand as well, then chucked the washcloth across the room and cradled your boyfriend in your arms.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, turn off the lights, please,” you requested.

As the light dimmed down, you looked down at Tony, who smiled back up at you. Soon, though, the smile faded.

“You’re not upset anymore, are you?” he asked, almost sheepishly.

The look in your eyes grew a little sadder, “No, Tony, I’m not anymore. Just promise me you won’t forget next year.”

“Never again.”

You knew he’d stay true to his word. You loved him, after all, and you knew just how much he loved you, too. As you drifted off to sleep, the only thing on your mind was how wonderful the next year with him would be.

[honey-dewey]

Lightning in a Bottle

Pairing: Trans Fem! Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels/GN! Reader

Word Count: 2,484 

Warnings: swearing, homophobia/transphobia, needles, hurt/comfort.

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell @star-wars-hell​

It is week three of pride month! This is the third set of prompts that came from @flightlessangelwings and @autumnleaves1991-blog​ Pride writing prompts! I’ve never written Trans Jack before, and while I would typically headcanon him as trans masc, I thought this would be fun instead. 

Prompts: Glitter and/or “I’ll always be by your side”

You sighed, settled at Jack’s vanity as you organized her makeup. She was a menace when it came to organization, and more often than not, you were the one lining her lipsticks up in front of the mirror and putting the eyeliner pens back in their cup. After two years, you’d think she’d get the hang of this, but you’d be wrong. Even when she was away, like she was now, she couldn’t bother to put anything where it went before she left. You put her brushes back in their proper place in a drawer, absently checking your phone for the time or a text. Jack was due home any minute now, and even though she hadn’t been away for long, her absence had affected you. 

The front door creaked open, and you perked up, turning in the vanity chair so you could pay attention to the sounds coming from downstairs. 

“Hey babe!” Jack’s voice filtered up the stairs, and you smiled, hearing her take her boots off downstairs. “I’m home!” 

Standing, you abandoned the mini project you’d been working on in favor of walking to the top of the stairs to watch Jack shimmy out of her coat and hang her hat up on top of the coat rack. She was a picture of beauty, her back to you as she loosened the top buttons of her shirt and rolled her sleeves up. Turning, she caught sight of you, her face pulling into a wide smile. “There’s my baby!” She said, running up the stairs until she was on the landing. “Come kiss me. I missed you.” 

You ran down the steps, crashing into Jack and wrapping her in a hug. She’d been gone for two days, out on a mission for work. It was only two days, but you’d been grouchier than usual for those two days, and all you wanted was Jack cuddles. “I missed you too baby.” 

Jack scooped you up, carrying you to the bedroom and plopping you down on the bed. As you laughed, Jack pulled her skirt and petticoat off, leaving her in shorts and her button up. You smiled, gesturing her close. Jack didn’t argue, crawling across the bed so she could rest her head on your chest. It took a minute to find the best spot that wouldn’t send any of your limbs to sleep, but when you did find it, you knew Jack wouldn’t be getting up for anything. 

“Did you have fun?” You asked, gently tugging Jack’s hair ties out and undoing her two braids. “Where’d they send you? Wasn’t it Montana again?” 

“It was,” Jack said, eyes closed as you combed through her curls with your fingers. “Still as beautiful as ever. I’m gonna take you for our honeymoon.” 

You chuckled, blinking slowly. “If we ever get married,” you finished. 

“We will,” Jack promised, reaching up and trapping one of your hands in hers. “We absolutely will.” 

Almost an hour passed while you and Jack cuddled, both of you nearly falling asleep until you remembered something. “Ah fuck,” you grumbled, untangling your limbs from Jack’s. “I have to run to the grocery store. I forgot to do it yesterday. I was so hectic with this work thing, and then you called to tell me you were coming home, and it completely slipped my mind.” As you rambled, you pulled on a neater shirt, looking around for your shoes. 

“Can I come?” Jack asked, rolling over and sitting up. 

“When am I ever going to say no to that?” You pointed out, picking up Jack’s skirt and tossing it at her. “But you should probably cover your ass.” 

Jack laughed, leaving her skirt on the bed in favor of scooping up a pair of shorts. She loosely tucked her shirt into her pants, piling her hair up into a claw clip and watching as you finally found your shoes. “Big trip or small trip?” She asked, tossing you a pair of socks. 

“Medium trip,” you said. “I don’t need a ton, mostly just stuff for dinner and the odd thing or two. So we can go to Sam’s.” 

Sam’s market was a tiny mom and pop grocery store that hadn’t changed in decades, but you adored it. It was a ten minute drive, and you and Jack were there in no time. 

“Fucking love this place,” Jack said happily, reaching out to pet Claire, one of the resident cows. “Reminds me of my dad’s ranch.” 

You nodded, grabbing a basket and entering the store. Jack followed, immediately detouring to the pharmacy. You stayed nearby, half listening as Jack picked up her estrogen and made her way back to you. 

“I hate those things,” Jack said, putting her prescription bag in your basket beside a bag of dried apple slices. “They’re super gross.” 

You smiled. “You don’t have to eat them,” you said, linking your arm with Jack’s. “But I like them.” 

The trip around the store was quick, and in no time, you were up at the counter. Sam, the owner, grinned when you two came up. “Haven’t seen you two in a while,” he said. “How’s work?” 

“Good,” Jack said. “Just got back from a business trip, actually. It’s why I’m late on my prescription.” 

“Ah,” Sam said, pulling the bag out of the basket. “Jen was wondering why you hadn’t picked it up yet. It’s all still working out for you?” 

Jack nodded, opening her mouth to say something before a loud snort came from behind her. She turned, and so did you. Behind you was a young man with his arms crossed, looking between the two of you with a grin. “Did I interrupt?” He said in a thick southern drawl. “I’m sorry.” 

“No,” Jack said, drawing herself up to her full height and raising an eyebrow. “Do you have something to say?” 

The man shook his head. “Not to you, you freak.” 

Jack blinked, stepping back a tiny bit. She’d been passing consistently ever since her hair got long and she started to hit what she called second puberty, and it was rare anyone was able to tell right off the bat that she wasn’t a biological woman. You stepped in front of her, shielding her from the man. “You leave my girlfriend alone.” 

“That ain’t a girl,” the man jeered. “That’s a man in a skirt.” 

Your jaw clenched, and you were two seconds from punching the man square in the jaw when Sam stepped in. 

“Here are your purchases,” he said, handing you a bag. “And you,” he turned to the man. “Need to leave if you’re going to be harassing my loyal customers like that.” 

Jack gripped your hand as you quietly pulled her towards the truck. She was dead silent as you put your bag in the backseat and slumped over the steering wheel. “You okay?” You asked softly, not wanting to startle Jack. 

She shook her head, wiping away tears with the back of her hand. “I just wanna go home,” she said thickly, voice wavering. 

It took all of your willpower not to pull over when Jack’s crying didn’t stop, and when you were finally home, you immediately closed the distance between you and Jack, holding her tight against you. She collapsed into your arms, burying her face in your shoulder and sobbing. You rubbed her back, silently curing the man in the store. 

“Jack?” You said, still holding Jack close. “You know I love you, right? No matter what.” 

“But-“ 

“No.” You pulled away, putting your hands on Jack’s shoulders and making her look at you. “No! I love you, no ifs, ands, or buts. I will always be by your side Jack. I don’t care who you are or what you look like. I love you for you.” 

Jack bowed her head, face hidden by her hair. “You’re sure?” She asked, voice so small you almost didn’t hear her. 

“I’m sure,” you said. “C’mon, let’s go inside. It’s more comfortable than the bench seat of your old ass truck.” 

Jack stood, following you into the house. She trudged up the stairs, still holding your hand as she went. When you dropped the grocery bag by the bedroom door and tugged Jack inside, she didn’t protest, only looked at you, slightly confused. 

“I was going to wait until your birthday, because I know Statesman insists on that huge birthday gala for you,” you said, sitting Jack in her vanity. “But I think you should have this now.”

Jack watched you enter your closet, growing more confused by the second. “What is it?” 

“Close your eyes,” you said, grabbing a hangar. “It’s a surprise!” 

When you peeked out of the closet, Jack had her hands over her eyes, waiting patiently. You hung the hangar on the back of the closet door, smoothing out the garment and moving to stand behind Jack. You took her wrists gently in your hands, smiling. “Ready?” 

“As I’ll ever be,” Jack said, leaning back against your chest. 

You pulled Jack’s hands off her eyes. She gasped almost immediately, seeing the intricate and gorgeous dress hanging in front of her. 

“Happy early birthday,” you said. “I had Ginger help me with things like measurements, but it’s 100% custom made. I figured since you didn’t have a dress for your birthday party, I could get you one. What do you think?” 

Jack was speechless, turning around to hug you. “I love it,” she said, voice tight with emotion. “It’s perfect.” 

You smiled, kissing Jack’s cheek. “Every woman should have a fancy evening dress that makes her feel like royalty. Wanna try it on?” 

Jack was incredibly eager to put the dress on. You ushered her into the bathroom, carrying the dress and handing it to her as she ducked behind a privacy divider. 

“Oh my god!” You heard her say after you heard the zipper pulling shut. “It fits perfectly!” 

“Do you want shoes?” You asked, still not peeking around the divider. 

Jack was quiet for a minute. “Yeah. Those white ones.” 

You knew exactly what she was talking about and grabbed the aforementioned white shoes. Handing them to Jack, you waited while she finished getting dressed, barely managing to contain your patience. When you finally heard her heels on the tile, you looked up, fully breathless as Jack stepped out from behind the divider. 

She was gorgeous. The dress hugged her in all the right places, conforming to the curve of her waist and the slope of her hips as if it were a second skin. The heart shaped neckline and thin straps showed off what you and Ginger had both agreed was a very professional amount of skin, but still enough to make Jack feel sexy. The top of the dress was beaded with shimmering beads, each one catching the light and making Jack seem positively radiant. Even with minimal makeup and her hair haphazardly tossed up, she was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. 

“Oh Jack,” you said, standing in front of her. “I don’t- I can’t. You look. I don’t even have the words to say how beautiful you are.” 

Jack smiled, swishing the dress. “I love it,” she said softly. “Thank you. I feel like a princess.” 

“You look like a queen,” you breathed, putting your hands on Jack’s sides. “God above you look stunning.” 

You two stood there for a while, just holding each other, until Jack pulled away to take the dress off. You watched her go, silently gathering her pyjamas, knowing she’d want them. When you were done, you headed out of the bedroom, intent on putting away the groceries that had been left out in your eagerness to show Jack her dress. 

Jack came trailing down the stairs after ten minutes, wearing her Hello Kitty pyjama pants and an old Statesman distillery shirt that was a size too big. You kissed her and handed her a bag of apples as she entered the kitchen. “Put these away please?”

“Sure thing,” Jack said, moving around you to put the apples in the fruit bowl. “Can you grab my medicine?” 

You reached around Jack and grabbed her estrogen bottle and a syringe. She hopped up on the counter, tugging up one of her pant legs to give you easier access to her thigh. After having been shot multiple times, often fatally, needles were something Jack didn’t even blink at. Giving Jack her estrogen had been something you’d had to work up to in the first year, but now you could do it with ease. 

“Ready?” You asked, holding up the syringe. “Three, two,” you pushed the syringe into Jack’s leg. “One!” 

Jack made a face at you as you disposed of the syringe and pressed a Disney princess bandaid to the tiny puncture wound. “Your bedside manor is horrible. Could’ve at least waited until you said one to stick me.” 

You laughed. “You say that every time!” You said, taking Jack’s hands and helping her off the counter. “Bake Off or Friends?” 

“Can we watch Friends?” Jack asked eagerly, following you to the couch and grabbing the TV remote. “I’m in the mood to laugh.” 

“We can watch Friends,” you said, snuggling up next to Jack. “I’ll never say no to Friends.” 

While Jack cued up the show, you fell against her shoulder, already feeling sleepy. In a few hours, you’d have to get up and make dinner, and Jack probably had a report to write on her mission, but for now, it was completely calm in the house.

At some point during the second episode you watched, you must’ve fallen asleep, because one minute, you were sleepily watching Friends, and the next, you were opening your eyes to Jack holding two bowls of her famous cowboy mac-and-cheese. You sat upright, accepting the bowl with a small pout. “I was gonna make dinner.” 

“But you didn’t,” Jack pointed out, sitting beside you and taking a bite. “I swear, this gets better and better the more I make it.” 

“Don’t tell Tequila,” you said. “He would kill a man for this bowl of food.” 

Jack laughed. “He would,” she agreed. “Did you have a good day today?” 

“My girlfriend came home,” you said sweetly. “Of course I had a good day. What about you?” 

“Hm,” Jack hummed, pretending to think. “Well, I got to see my beautiful partner again, so that was good. But then a raging asshole yelled at me, and that was bad. But the dress made up for it, so all in all, a good day.” 

You smiled, leaning against Jack and gesturing to the TV. “I’m glad you had a good day. More Friends to finish it off?” 

“You know me so well,” Jack said happily, taking the remote again. “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” you said, turning your attention mostly to the TV. “No matter what.”

[oikawaplssteponme]

The Apartment: part 5

▪️for parts 1-4, click here

pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x fem! reader

rating/warnings: swearing, angst (?)

synopsis: You knew that living with your three best friends, Kuroo, Oikawa, and Bokuto, would be a wild ride. It’s never a dull moment with those three. Let’s just hope you can keep your huge crush on Kuroo a secret when he is only a room away.

a/n: hi friends✨i hope you all are doing well:)) just a friendly reminder to eat something today and stay hydrated 💕 as always, my inbox is open for anything and everything so feel free to reach out:) and the taglist for this fic is still open if you’d like to join✨ okay, enjoy xx

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Five: best friends

“Okay do you have all your bags?” You asked. Bokuto nodded, holding a backpack and small suitcase.

“Yes Y/N.”

“And your phone? And your pillow, because I know you hate hotel ones. And-“

“Y/N calm down you’re going into ’mom mode’,” said Kuroo. You rolled your eyes.

“I just wanna make sure he has a good trip.”

“Akaashi will take care of him, don't worry,” smiled Kuroo.

“Do you not want me to have a good trip?” pouted Oikawa. You put your arm around him and smiled.

“Oikawa, I wouldn’t mind if you didn’t come back.” You joked.

“I fucking hate you,” he growled, pushing you away. You laughed and ruffled his hair.

“I love you both okay, now get out of here, Iwa and Akaashi are probably already outside,” you smiled. The four of you gathered for a group hug. Oikawa was off to his mini getaway with Iwa and Bokuto was joining Akaashi for his writers conference. The apartment would be just you and Kuroo.

“Hey, Y/N,” called Bokuto. He pulled you aside and whispered something in your ear.

“Remember what I told you.”

You sighed, remembering well what Bokuto had told you those days ago. You nodded.

“Farewell my lovely apartment! You two better not burn the place down while I’m gone,” said Oikawa.

“No promises,” smiled Kuroo. He pushed Oikawa out the door as Bokuto followed.

“Bye you two, we love you!” You cheered. Kuroo shut the door behind Oikawa and Bokuto, leaving you alone with him.

“You act like they’re never coming back,” laughed Kuroo.

“Not my fault I’ll miss them. I don’t remember the last time I went more than a week without them,” you explained. Kuroo nodded.

“Wanna grab some food after class?” Asked Kuroo. Your face felt warm.

“Uh yeah that sounds good.” You and Kuroo both had a lecture together today for your marketing course.

“Just give me 10 minutes and we can head to class,” you said. Kuroo nodded. You went inside your room and saw that Oikawa had left something on your bed. You picked it up and it read: “I suggest you use this before it expires”. You turned the card over, and saw that it was a coupon for 10% off a purchase at Party City. You groaned and threw the card away.

“Dickhead,” you mumbled.

“Who, me?” said Kuroo. You jumped.

“Kuroo oh my god you have to stop sneaking up on me like that,” you ordered. Kuroo laughed and sat down on your bed.

“Hurry up I don’t wanna be late.” You sighed and grabbed your jacket and shoes from your closet and slipped them on.

“Fine then let’s go.”

~

You and Kuroo walked a couple blocks to campus. Your lecture hall wasn’t too far away.

“A 3 hour lecture never gets easier,” you sighed. Kuroo patted your shoulder.

“Come on Y/N, don’t you just love getting all that knowledge thrown at you.” You rolled your eyes.

“Marketing is boring, even a nerd like you could agree,” you joked.

“Okay fair,” smiled Kuroo. The two of you reached the lecture hall and took a seat next to each other.

“Hi Kuroo! Mind if I sit here?” a voice said. You turned to see a girl standing next to Kuroo.

“Oh Calie, hi, yeah sure,” said Kuroo. The girl joyfully sat down next to Kuroo, causing you to clench your fists.

“Uh Calie, this is my friend Y/N, Y/N this is Calie, we have organic chemistry together,” explained Kuroo. The girl flashed you a dazzling smile. Great, she's pretty and smart. You shook her hand firmly.

“Wait aren’t you guys roommates too? That must be so fun living with someone like Kuroo,” giggled Calie. You gave her a sarcastic smile. I already hate this bitch.

“Yeah we’ve been friends forever so I definitely get my fair share of Kuroo.”

“Well you’re probably so sick of him, mind if I borrow him after the lecture?” She asked. Calie wrapped her hand around Kuroo’s bicep. You had to stop yourself from beating the shit out of her.

“Well actually-“ you began.

“Sure that sounds fun. You don’t mind right, Y/N?” said Kuroo. Is he being serious right now?

“So I’m supposed to grab dinner by myself?” You whispered, without thinking. Kuroo’s eyes widened. Calie gasped.

“You can come with us! I’d hate to leave you all alone,” She smiled.

“Yeah come with us,” said Kuroo.

“No no it’s fine, you two have fun. I’d rather be alone anyway,” you muttered. Before Kuroo could reply, your professor had walked in and began his lecture.

~

Your lecture felt longer than normal. Probably because all you could focus on was Calie’s giggles as she whispered with Kuroo throughout the whole 3 hours. Kuroo was always good with the ladies. His confident nature caused girls to be drawn towards him. Yes, you liked him too but you liked all of him, not just the surface level of Kuroo.

You tried to contain your annoyance with Calie and Kuroo. It was obvious she was flirting with him.

“See you next week,” said your professor as he wrapped up his lecture. You got up from your seat and began packing up your things. You didn’t look at Kuroo and headed right out the door.

You began walking back to your apartment when you heard Kuroo call after you.

“Wait Y/N-chan!” You turned around to face him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to hang with me and Calie? She’s really nice once you get to know her,” he said. You almost rolled your eyes.

“No it’s fine. I promised I’d FaceTime Oikawa now anyway,” you lied. Kuroo raised an eyebrow.

“Well if you say so. I’ll grab dinner with you tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah sure. Make sure you have your key to the apartment or else I’m locking you out,” you said. Kuroo laughed and nodded.

“Bye Y/N!” cheered Calie. You gave her a wave and watched as Kuroo ran back towards her.

-

You walked back to your apartment, upset. Kuroo had every right to hang out with other girls but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. It was just another reminder that Kuroo might not share the same feelings as you.

The apartment felt weird being so empty. All dark and quiet. You threw your keys on the counter and plopped onto the couch. You checked your phone and saw a plethora of texts from Oikawa.

i've been in the car FOREVER -sent 5:35pm

my legs are cramping -sent 5:40pm

do you think if i asked Iwa to stop for a bathroom break he would be mad? -sent 5:41pm

bc we just stopped 30 minutes ago and i said i didn’t need to go -sent 5:43pm

but now i do -sent 5:47pm

update: he stopped for me🤩 -sent 6:01pm

y/n answer me -sent 6:37pm

im bored -sent 6:38pm

you better be buying that maid costume -sent 6:40pm

that coupon expires soon -sent 6:41pm

btw bokuto forgot his pillow but he told me not to tell you -sent 6:52pm

oops -sent 6:52pm

wyd -sent 7:03pm

You laughed at your phone. Good to see you weren’t the only one missing your friends.

well im currently sitting alone in the apartment as kuroo ditched me for some girl -sent 7:15pm

HE DID WHAT -sent 7:18pm

maybe im being dramatic but he’s kinda on a date with some girl from his organic chemistry class -sent 7:19pm

i bet she’s ugly -sent 7:19pm

no she’s gorgeous -sent 7:20pm

fuck

well

im gonna beat his ass

how dare he -sent 7:20pm

it’s fine

maybe it’s better im alone rn anyway

gives me time to get over him -sent 7:21pm

come on hun

don’t say that

don’t give up -sent 7:25pm

idk toru

i feel like it’s never gonna happen

especially when he could have someone like her -sent 7:27pm

bokuto said it best: kuroo would be stupid not to like you -sent 7:28pm

i guess he’s stupid then -sent 7:30pm

:(((

okay Iwa and I got to our hotel but I’ll talk to you later okay love? -sent 7:33pm

okay

bye shittykawa -sent 7:34pm

why do you hurt me? -sent 7:35

You set your phone down and checked in the kitchen for anything worth eating. You weren’t in the mood to go out anymore.

Rice. We have rice. Well, rice it is.

You took out the rice cooker and began to prepare your sad dinner.

Why didn’t I just go with them?

As the rice cooked, you sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. You put on ‘Gilmore Girls’, wishing your friends were there to watch it with you.

~

It was late. Close to 11pm. Kuroo still wasn’t home. You laid on the couch, basking in your loneliness. A little dramatic yes but you hated being without your friends. It was a weird concept that they had friends beside you.

You heard keys jingle outside the door and you felt a wave of comfort come over you, knowing it had to be Kuroo. You got up from the couch and peaked at the door.

“I was starting to wonder what happened to you…” your voice trailed off when you saw that Kuroo wasn’t alone.

“Hey Y/N! Oh my gosh your apartment is so cute!” said Calie. Your jaw dropped and you looked over at Kuroo.

Your expression had to be screaming: “are you fucking kidding me right now!?”

“Oh uh thanks,” you muttered.

“Is it cool if Calie stays for a bit? Her roommates are having people over and she doesn’t know them too well,” explained Kuroo. Hmm I wonder what that’s like.

“You don’t have to ask me, it’s your apartment too,” you said plainly. Kuroo raised a brow.

“Just checking…”

Calie walked around your small apartment, admiring all the decorations that you had up.

“Aw isn’t this the cutest photo!” She said. She picked up a picture of you and Kuroo. It was when you had gotten dressed up together to take graduation pictures. Your smile was the brightest it’s ever been. Holding your diploma as Kuroo wrapped his arm around you. In the background of the photo you could see a faint image of Oikawa and Bokuto.

“Yeah I love that picture,” Kuroo smiled. Kuroo took the photo from Calie’s hand and looked at it.

“Best friends, right?” He looked at you. Your heart sank.

“Yup, best friends,” you whispered with a dull smile. Kuroo smiled and showed Calie to his room. You tried not to react. You walked over to your room, locked the door, and curled up onto your bed.

Is best friends all we are ever gonna be?

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