#i unfortunately did not make anything fancy for their anniversary

[hwanwooyoung]

[240604] The Show :: WORK :: Mingi

[dedexo]

Time Skip Kenma x Fem! Reader

One Shot

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Today is Bouncing Ball Corp.'s 5th anniversary. To celebrate the company is throwing a huge fancy party and people from partnering companies are attending. Kenma isn't a fan of parties but must attend as the CEO. He told himself that he would just go, say a few words, talk to a few of his business partners, and then dip. You were supposed to be by his side the whole time but unfortunately, you were at your parents' house for the weekend and won't arrive home until a little after the party started. You told him that he should just go and you'd meet him at the party. He reluctantly agreed and went on his way.

You were kinda excited to go to this party even if it's just for a little while. You haven't dressed up in a while so this was the perfect opportunity to wear that new dress you bought. It was a silky red sleeveless dress that hugged your shape perfectly and showed a little bit of cleavage. You couldn't wait to see Kenma’s reaction so you hurriedly put on your dress, threw on a pair of ear heels, earrings, and a neckless that Kenma got for your birthday.

When you arrived at the venue the first thing you did was scout out your boyfriend. You looked around for a couple of minutes when you bumped into Kuroo.

“Woah there watch where you going…” He said with a slight smile on his face. “Looking for something?”

“Yeah I'm looking for Kenma, have you seen him anywhere?” you asked impatiently.

“Ohh yeahhh about that….” He pointed towards Kenma.

He was talking to a lady, or more like that lady was trying to talk to him. It was obvious that she was trying to flirt with him. Your blood boiled at the thought.

Kenma prefers to keep the relationship private so not many people know that he's taken, only his close friends and family. Because of this when you guys go to events like this you try to limit physical contact so as not to raise suspicions.

You decided to ignore the anger rising in you and wait until the conversation was finished before approaching him. That was until the lady started getting handsy with Kenma. Touching his arms and slightly rubbing him up and down. Kenma was obviously uncomfortable with this but before he could do anything he felt someone rub his back.

“Heyyy sweetie..” You pull him in by the neck for a hug and kissed him on the cheek, making sure that the lady in front of him could see. “Sorry I'm late, traffic was crazy, who’s this?” You ask in a slightly disgusted tone.

Kenma was shocked because of what you did, slightly turned on because of how good you looked in that dress, and relieved that you're here now. “This is just my colleague.” he said with a flat tone. “Please excuse me.” He said to his colleague as he grabbed your arm and pulled you away.

“Hey where are we going!” He’s walking fast and you're trying to match his pace as he pulls you.

“Home.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Not really, its time people found out about us anyway. I'm tired of people trying to flirt with me.”

“Wait so this isn't the first time?!”

“Uhhh don't worry about that, let's just go home. I rather be in bed with you than here.”

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Bonus

Kuroo: Where the hell did they go???

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This is my first time writing a fic, hope it's not too bad

[helloyellowsunflower]

♤⊰•˚₊‧. 𝔻𝕖𝕦𝕔𝕖 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤.‧₊˚•⊱♠︎

!!Possible Spoilers for White Rabbit Fest!!!

Confession:

It takes a while before he gathers the courage to confess. You are a very dear friend of his and he doesn’t want to lose you. However, he can’t stand having to pretend that he doesn’t have any feelings for you either. 

And so, fueled by his determination (and eager to prove Ace that he is not, in fact, a chicken),he decides to ask you out. 

Needless to say, it doesn’t go as planned. 

At first it looks like he wants to run away, but he reminds himself that he has to do this. And so, he starts talking:

At first it looks like he’s reciting a text by heart while he’s looking straight into your eyes, which, let’s face it; is a bit awkward! But by the half of it, he’s lost all of his bravado and begins stuttering and tumbling over his words only to finish bowing and saying: “...So please go out with me!”

Poor man is a tomato, standing there fidgeting while he waits for your answer. Oh Sevens, please say yes

When you agree to go out with him it’s like someone told him he wouldn’t need to go to Crewel’s classes anymore. My god he looks so happy. If the look of sheer adoration in his eyes is anything to go by, I’d say you just made him the happiest man in all Twisted Wonderland. 

First date:

You know Deuce strives to be a model student, a better version of himself; so he wants your first date to be perfect. Or as perfect as it’s going to get. 

Since his budget is limited, you’ll probably go to the town’s library or to a free access art exhibition; or if you prefer to do something outdoors, you’ll probably go for a picnic in a nice park (with food made with the help of Trey and Cater, who did not trust Deuce around the kitchen or Ace and Riddle to help) or walk around town window shopping. 

If you do end up in town, he’ll probably use this as an opportunity to show you to his favourite blastcycle shop, showing off his knowledge of the various models and characteristics. If only his ability for memorising history events and dates was as good as this. 

He’s sorry he can’t take you anywhere fancy, but he swears that when he’s saved up enough he’ll take you to the cinema or to a nice restaurant; and if you’d like to, he’ll give you flowers.

Anniversary + Love languages:

Cater told him that forgetting your anniversary was the equivalent of saying you wanted to break up, so Deuce made sure he marked down in his calendar the day of your first date to celebrate the following year. It gives him something to look forward to, celebrating one year together. Plus, having it written down acts like a little reminder of why he’s improving himself (along with this mother’s birthday and the day he was told he was accepted at Night Raven College). 

He takes your anniversary very seriously, and he’ll spend weeks saving up so he can get something nice for you; even if you tell him he doesn’t need to give you anything. 

Deuce strikes me as someone who expresses his affection with acts of service and gifts because he finds it easier to show his appreciation for others that way since words evade him sometimes. He might not be very good at giving others compliments, but if you need a helping hand, he’ll always be there for you; and if he knows you want something, he’ll do his best so that you can have it. 

As for him, I think he would enjoy quality time and words of affirmation over anything else. He won’t say no to a hug or a small present, but he values greatly when others set some time aside for him since he knows that most around him are very busy people. He also knows that he’s not perfect,that he makes a lot of mistakes, so when someone tells him he’s doing great or even good he feels all fuzzy inside. Please keep complimenting him when he gets something right, he loves feeling like he’s made progress from how he was before. 

Arguments

Unfortunately, your views and personality can clash sometimes, leading to disagreements that have escalated once or twice. 

Arguments between you two are not very common though since you do your best to communicate your feelings and your reasons for doing things a certain way so even if you don’t always end up agreeing on what you’re doing you both learn to compromise. However, due to Deuce’s hot headed nature and impulsiveness, things can get a bit out of control. 

On those rare occasions, you both decide to spend some time apart to cool off and try to think things rationally. Deuce spends that time reflecting on his actions and what has caused him to act the way he has. Again, he is trying his best to be better, so he has done a bit of research on how to de-escalate arguments as well as keeping his anger under control, finding better outlets you know?

It is possible that during that time you see him venting his anger by aggressively painting all Heartstabyul roses red. 

Going to the White Rabbit fest

You’ve already gone together when you went with Silver and Epel to visit Deuce’s hometown to help out his mom, but this year’s the first you’ll be going together. Which, come to think of it, doesn’t make that much of a difference, oh well. 

I mean, the only difference will be that Deuce’s mom will tease the hell out of his son (she loves him to bits) and use this as an opportunity to dig out every photo album she has to show you; Deuce’s first White Rabbit fest, his looks when he still had his hair dyed… 

She insists on taking your picture, wanting to commemorate the moment and while she won’t refuse you helping her out at her stall like last year, she wants you to have fun and enjoy your time at the festival; maybe get a nice clock or a watch or something if you didn’t get to last year.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 12/3/2024

no tuesdaypost next week! some real martha stewart homemaking ass activities going on rn tho

listening

extremely rare musical fallow week, mostly bc i have not felt well enough to drive places or walk around my apartment complex. i have mostly been relistening to old Well There's Your Problem episodes, a podcast about engineering disasters (with slides).

of course this would fuckin happen in jersey

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reading

im having a brain time related to an unpleasant anniversary and have been churning through my stacks of weird little paperbacks. i am in the bad habit of picking up cheap interesting-looking older scifi and fantasy and then not touching them for years on end. the trouble with loving scifi and fantasy as a genre is that most of it is not very good. u gotta wade through a lot of chaff to find one thing that sort of delivers on its premise.

unrelated to all of that, ive had a little stack of cold war and wwii spy paperbacks sitting around since i bought them in high school. these have been with me through So many moves. unfortunately i have only enjoyed one of them, Peter O'Donnell's Modesty Blaise novel I, Lucifer.

i did not know anything about ms. blaise before reading this sixties spy/thriller but it was catnip to me. it has not aged particularly well, but the stuff per chapter is very high. lots of the latest and greatest sixties Cool Stuff- amateur parachuting competitions, trained dolphins, paranormal and ESP cognitive tests, impersonating american tourists for fun and profit, packets of industrial diamonds. a genuinely fun and inventive ransom method. evil marionettes? the next time i am in a real used bookstore and not a half price books i will look for more of these little fuckers.

modesty is so much fun. she gets to sleep around and be her own boss and have fun but also have her own moral code. peter o’donnell is good at writing a fight scene, and good at setting up and paying off much later but unfortunately he is still subject to the social mores and orientalism of his time.

“I’m going to try and make the black couch a thing,” Gifford says as she arranges a selection of pumpkin decorations in her living room. “Hopefully that becomes identifiable as my couch.” It’s a sentence that would sound absurd on its own, but this is the minutiae that can preoccupy the minds of influencers — especially if they live in a constant state of unease, worrying someone else will copy their life. The fierce competition of this industry means you can’t be normal about your living room furniture.

“I’m going to try and make the black couch a thing,” Gifford says as she arranges a selection of pumpkin decorations in her living room. “Hopefully that becomes identifiable as my couch.” It’s a sentence that would sound absurd on its own, but this is the minutiae that can preoccupy the minds of influencers — especially if they live in a constant state of unease, worrying someone else will copy their life. The fierce competition of this industry means you can’t be normal about your living room furniture.

i think this was a longreads suggestion from the new tabs suggested articles on firefox?

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watching

racked up eighteen things on letterboxd this week, mostly bc kanopy had a collection of thirteen betty boop shorts. the one that tickled my fancy the most was Bimbo's Initiation (1931). six and a half surreal and horny minutes about secret society and fraternity initiations. the ass slapping machine was a real thing you could buy specifically marketed toward initiations like this.

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playing

bc i have nothing but time on my hands i compared a list of my hidden achievements in genshin impact with a list of known hidden achievements and have been knocking them off. some of them were embarrassingly easy and i do not know how i missed them. i do have a fat stack of commission-related hidden achievements (somehow the only nation whose commission-related hidden achievements i have completely finished is the new nation. i have been playing this game for almost five years since 1.0. augh). there are a ton of co-op achievements that i don't think i'm ever going to rack up bc i don't generally play co-op but like. that's fine. there are 1428 known achievements so i think 1273 is pretty fuckin good.

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making

sometimes i have a problem: loose threads, hang tags, etc on clothes bother the fuck out of me but i don't do anything about it bc i can never find scissors and if the kitchen scissors leave the kitchen i will never ever remember to put them back in the kitchen. the solution is getting rid of the friction involved with finding scissors and remembering to put loose threads in the garbage where my cats can't eat them and remembering to put the scissors away. too many steps! too much friction! i have reappropriated a little garbage can from my office to the laundry room and added scissors on a command hook. this will also help stop lint from piling up on top of the dryer. the second set of scissors is inside my closet, where i have command stripped up a pretty tea tin for a tiny garbage basket.

another extremely annoying thing/minor problem: i've had to wash my couch covers a lot lately. this is fine. they are designed to go through hell. however, bc i made them myself from giant dropcloths and just kind of tuck them in, it is hard to tell what the correct placement is on the couch.

there are vanishingly few practical applications for embroidery. i initially stem stitched the SHORT and chain stitched the LONG and then hated how the stem stitch looked a little messier, so i ripped it out and redid it. front & back below, there are dabs of fraychek on the knots to help them survive the wash a bit better.

i'll do the other futon cover too eventually but the couch cover has needed more frequent washing lately and was a little more of a priority. these were all extremely minor things that felt very silly to do but they did solve minor annoyances. yay.

[razorblade180]

9 Days of Lancaster Day5: First Kiss

After a decent night out, Ruby walks into her dorm; her heels were already in her hand and the pretty checkered colored bow that matched the dress she went to the dance in was removed. To her surprise, only Blake was in the room. She was reading of course.

Ruby:Where’s Trouble Maker 2 & 3?

Blake:Weiss kept complaining about having nothing to do so Yang dragged her to a club.

Ruby:Isn’t she banned?

Blake:Do you expect anything different from Trouble Maker number two? Personally I think that moves her to number one.

Ruby:Hehe, said the actual criminal. Nice try. You’re not dethroned.

Blake:You all will catch up eventually. How was your date with Jaune?

Ruby:Y’know…a little strange. He seemed a little nervous and didn’t eat much. I asked if anything was wrong but he said he was just a little scatterbrained. He even seemed a little tense at the movies.

Blake:….*lowers book* It’s been a month right, with you two being together?

Ruby:*nods happily* It’s almost our anniversary. It’s too bad exams fall on the actual day.

Blake:Did he eat light tasting food?

Ruby:Umm, he did eat a decent amount of bread. There was a funny moment he practically got brain freeze because he had forgotten he was chewing gum earlier, so when he took a sip of water it really woke him up.

Blake:*smiles*….

Ruby:What?

Blake:There are four avid book readers in our friend group. You, myself, Ren, and Jaune. Now we all don’t read the exact same things but nothing about his actions stick out?

Ruby:He…has a dark secret tormenting him? No wait, that can’t be right. He already told me about his transcripts.

Blake:…What’s wrong with his transcripts?

Ruby:…Nothing. What are we talking about?

Blake:Ruby, what’s the last thing you did before coming here?

Ruby:Well traffic was light so I thought it best to make it back here on time because I thought Yang would worry. I don’t even think Jaune is in this wing yet. Said tonight would be good to walk through the courtyard and maybe look at the sky from his favorite spot on the roof. Pretty sure he’s-

Blake:Have you two kissed yet?

Ruby:….*whispers* Blake?

Blake:Yes?

Ruby:I think I’ve fucked up.

Blake:I think you can fix it.

A burst of petals took off so fast it flipped pages in Blake’s book. If Ruby had slowed down she would’ve realized she had even forgotten her shoes. That became known when her feet landed on the courtyard grass. Unfortunately she was the only one there. Roof it is then, hopefully.

Ruby Petal Bursted again through the school and up the stairs to the correct exit to the roof, but didn’t get the chance to open the door; it had unexpectedly opened from the other side. Before Ruby could stop, she ram right into Jaune, sending them both to ground with her landing on top of him and his undone tux. Groaning as she raised her head, Ruby was greeted with dark blue eyes staring at her with confusion.

Ruby:Heeeey…fancy seeing you here.

Jaune: *chuckles* I think that’s my line. I was just about to leave, but I’m glad I didn’t.

Ruby:Were you waiting for me?

Jaune:More like hoping. You okay?

Ruby:Me? You’re the one who got tackled.

Jaune:Why were you rushing?

Ruby:So uhhh, I talked to Blake about our date and she said something interesting. *blushing* By any chance… were you…trying to kiss me?

Jaune:*red* It did cross my mind several times, but it kinda felt like a bad moment all night. Then the date ended and you had to go so-

Ruby:I’m here now!

Jaune:*dark red*….

Ruby:That…that was a little much. I mean I just tackled you and this entire moment is all screwy and awkward. I didn’t even pick on why you were feeling so self con-

Jaune:Ruby, breathe. *smiles* It’s okay.

Ruby:D..Do you still want to look at the stars?

Jaune:I’m looking at them right now~

She could feel his heart pounding, or maybe that was her own? Ruby couldn’t tell the difference nor did she care. She had never done this before and yet her body began to ease itself as she lowered her head and closed her eyes slowly. Jaune’s arms wrapped around her slightly anxious frame, calming her down. Finally, a tender warmth spread across her warmth. It was so brief but the sweetest thing she’s ever felt. When Ruby opened her eyes she saw Jaune still a blushing mess like she was. Giddiness crept onto their faces and escaped as joyful laughter. Of course this was how their first kiss would go. It would also be second. Ruby cuffed her hands around his face and they stared at each other fondly before kissing again. If he was looking at at the stars then what she held in her hands had to be moon, stunning and forever glowing with gentle light.

xxxxx

The two had stayed up there longer than expected, essentially continuing their date for about an our before walking to their dorms, hands intertwined in comfortable silence. Sure it was a little cheesy, but what else do you do when the person you’re dating lives across the hall from you? They finally reached their doors and unfortunately had to let go.

Jaune:Sooo see you tomorrow?

Ruby:Mmhmm~ *smiles* Bright and early like always.

Jaune: Right, I knew that. Still have class and all. Boy, I really am off my game tonight.

Ruby:Not as bad as tackling your date on accident. Sorry, again.

Jaune:Eh, Nora hits me harder in training.

Ruby:Oh I bet. *rubs arm* So…I know this sounds a little weird but since the date is officially ending now…I wouldn’t be opposed to a goodnight ki-

He honored the request before she could even finish. Ruby giggled, leaning into the kiss tenderly the best she could. Now she wished she was still wearing the heels. Jaune let her go and they waved goodbye before heading inside. Ruby was all smiles, a blushing mess that quickly stopped her stride as she saw three sets of eyes and smug smiles facing her way.

WBY: Hey Dunce number one.

Ruby:Heh, yeah, that’s fair.

[moon-lv3r]

i will hunt you down in every universe °.*ೃ✧˚.

🦋 category: angst, modern!au

🦋 characters: obanai, mitsuri, shinobu, kanae, sanemi, rengoku, giyu, gyomei, mentioned muichiro and yuichiro

🦋 summary: in which obanai and mitsuri get married, but mitsuri dies and obanai has to learn how to cope with it

🦋 warnings: cancer lol

🦋 notes: i’m gonna regret finishing this and publishing while drunk WOOOOOOOHOOOOOO I LOVE ALCOHOL ANYWAYS LEMME COPY ANS PASTE GHE ACTUAL AUTHOR’S NOTE IN MH DOCUMENTS YEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE

Author’s note: everything about cancer here and the symptoms. All medical informations are from google pls take it with a pinch of salt i’m not a medical student 🙏

He had never been happier.

The bright smile of the woman before him was the driving force of his life. He had to be the luckiest man alive.

“Mitsuri,” Obanai uttered one night as they were drifting off to sleep. “I am glad we’re together in this life.”

Mitsuri grinned, despite the dark, he could see how beautiful her smile was. The brightest ever.

“Obanai! You’re too sweet! I love you,” she replied, pulling him into a warm cuddle.

“I love you too, Kanroji Mitsuri,” he whispered into her ears as he held her close to him.

He would never let her go.

They were soulmates in every universe.

She was the only woman for him.

Only she fits him.

He will never forget how they met in school. She had her books scattered all over the place, being a new transfer student, she had no friends. It was Obanai who helped her arrange everything. She did not realise Obanai’s struggles at the time, nor did she realise that she was the biggest help.

He was the happiest when she was around.

Many saw how their love prevailed. How they got through struggles together. They were the couple everyone admired.

They were ideal in everyone’s mind.

The absolute perfection.

Obanai will never forget their first anniversary as a married couple. Mitsuri decided to prepare a huge feast. Obanai had never been one to eat much, given how he was shorter than Mitsuri, but for her, he would eat anything.

“Obanai! You’re home!” She happily chanted as she heard the door open.

“What are you cooking?” Obanai asked, smelling the aroma from the opposite side of the house as he closed the door.

“You will see!” Mitsuri sang. “I know you will love it!”

Obanai laughed, “I love everything you make, my dear Mitsuri.”

It was true. He’d never lie to her. He genuinely loved everything she made with his heart. As far as he was concerned, she was the only woman for him.

Mitsuri had cooked up a large buffet. It was extravagant. Seafood, beef, hot pot… Where did she even find the energy? He just knew that it was going to be an amazing meal.

“What's the occasion?” Obanai decided to ask.

Mitsuri grinned, “Nothing! Just wanted to make something for you. You never had hot pot right?”

That fact was true. Obanai never had hot pot ever in his life, His family was not one for the fancy. They were poor, with many mouths to feed. They hated Obanai too. His eyes were seen as a curse, a bad omen for their already unfortunate circumstances. They were already seen as outcasts of society for being broke, having a child with two different eye colours would only make it worse for them. Obanai never had proper love as a child, let alone hot pot.

Mitsuri knew that of course, maybe that was why she decided to cook up something amazing for him. She really did care about him,

At their wedding, barely anyone from Obanai’s side showed up. Rengoku Kyojuro and his family were the ones who showed up. Kyojuro’s father, Rengoku Shinjuro, was the one who saved Obanai from his family. He was the one who noticed the abuse and decided to take Obanai away and placed him into foster care. But Japan’s foster care wasn’t exactly the best, so Rengoku Shinjuro eventually took Obanai with him. Kyojuro and Obanai have remained close ever since. Obanai also met Shinazugawa Sanemi, Uzui Tengen and Himejima Gyomei at school and befriended them, becoming extremely close with Sanemi. Shinjuro also took in a pair of twins, Tokito Muichiro and Yuichiro, orphaned after their parents death. It was a huge house.

Obanai met Mitsuri through Sanemi as well. Sanemi was friends with the older Kocho sister, Kocho Kanae. Sometimes Obanai would follow Sanemi as he talked to the sisters. Mitsuri was extremely close with Kocho Shinobu, the younger Kocho who was known for her brains. Mitsuri often followed the sisters around so it was no surprise that Obanai met Mitsuri this way and eventually got to know each other. Sometimes, they would all hang out as a group, which also included a boy named Tomioka Giyu, a close friend of Shinobu. Obanai and Sanemi did not enjoy his presence as much.

Obanai mentioned how lucky he was to have met Mitsuri, but he did not account for a drunk Sanemi to whine about how Obanai should have mentioned that he would never have met Mitsuri if it wasn’t for his relations with the Kocho sisters, Uzui Tengen filmed the entire thing and used it as blackmail for awhile.

It was one of Obanai’s favourite days ever.

A day that he would never forget. The list of days that remained unforgettable increased as he continued spending more days with Mitsuri. The joy of being around her filled him up with joy.

It was just unfortunate that they did not have much of that time left. Mitsuri was hanging out with Shinobu on that fateful day. Shinobu had graduated and made it as a doctor. It was her first week on the job as an intern. The hospital was going to hire Shinobu officially after her internship ended. Mitsuri thought that it was a perfect time to get a checkup while seeing how her dear friend worked.

That was how she found out that she had stage 4 pancreatic cancer. Mitsuri had been having stomach pain for a long time but always assumed it to be due to her eating habits. She always dismissed her symptoms as something else. Like the yellowing of some parts of her skin, she always assumed it to be a vitamin B12 deficiency.

“It’s one of the cancers with the lowest 5 year survival rates,” said Shinobu as she read the result with Mitsuri. They were having lunch together when they read the report.

“B-but there's always a chance right?” Mitsuri asked. Shinobu nodded.

“How are you going to tell Iguro?” Shinobu asked, watching as Mitsuri put down her chopsticks. Who would have the appetite to eat after such an information?

“I-I… don’t know,” Mitsuri kept her head down, her voice trembling. She did not know what to say or even do. She was spending the rest of her life with him, but who was he going to spend the rest of his life with?

If only she took her symptoms more seriously… Maybe then her chances would be higher. How long did she have left? How long could she hide this from Obanai?

That day when she returned home, she was greeted with a feast on the table. It was not much. There was a pile of messily made and horribly arranged sakura mochi on Mitsuri’s favourite plate. There was also zaru udon by the side.

“Mitsuri,” Obanai smiled. “I did my best. You’ve always been the better cook.”

Obanai’s eyes narrowed, before twisting into a frown. “Did something happen Mitsuri? What’s wrong?”

Of course Obanai would be able to realise that something was up with her. There was no way of hiding it. “You can tell me anything Mitsuri, take your time. It’s alright, I am always here to listen,” he said.

He always wanted Mitsuri to feel the safest and happiest whenever she was around him. Sure he was shorter and physically weaker but he will still do whatever it takes to protect the taller muscle woman before him.

“I… I…,” Mitsuri was at a loss for words. She knew what she wanted to say, but the words did not want to leave her mouth.

Obanai simply pulled Mitsuri into a hug, which triggered an endless stream of tears and apologies. “I have stage 4 pancreatic cancer…” She finally revealed.

Obanai froze.

Stage 4… Pancreatic cancer.

Like… the cancer that kills people.

The one where the chances of survival were one of the lowest?

Mitsuri… has it?

He knew she wasn’t joking, she would never. The look on her face told him all there was to know. He did the only thing he knew to do. He held her in a tight embrace, feeling powerless as she sobbed into his shoulders. How could he just watch her suffer just like that? All he could do was provide money for treatment.

They always wanted children, but wanted to be more financially stable before having a few. They have been saving up, but it seems that those savings have other purposes now. Obanai and Mitsuri ran a restaurant together, he was going to have to run it alone now while Mitsuri took care of herself.

They will get through this.

Obanai shaved his own head and gifted his hair to Mitsuri. He didn’t even tell her of the plan, he knew that only Shinobu knew of the diagnosis so he approached her for assistance. Whenever Obanai could not follow Mitsuri to her chemotherapy or check up, Shinobu would take his place. He was grateful for the young intern helping them out. He knew how close the ladies were and how important they were to each other. He was glad that Mitsuri had reliable pillars of support.

What more could he ask for?

Eventually, everyone else did find out of Mitsuri’s condition and did what little they could to help. Kyojuro often stopped by to help the restaurant. Tengen got more people to eat at the restaurant. Muichiro and Yuichiro often stopped by with Senjuro, Kyojuro’s younger brother, after school to do their school work. Gyomei took the children at the daycare he worked at to the restaurant for lunch whenever it was possible. Sanemi and Giyu showed up the least however, only showing up to eat because ‘there were no other places’. Sometimes Sanemi would help with the dishes, only because Kyojuro made him. The Kocho sisters often showed up with their own colleagues for lunch or dinner as well.

It did help with the finance and the manpower. Mitsuri’s bills kept piling up that it would’ve been impossible to keep up if it wasn’t for the savings and how their friends have been helping out.

Obanai kept every money-related issue away from Mitsuri, not wanting her to worry. She had enough to think about. He just wanted her to recover in peace.

Mitsuri was looking sicker as time passed by. It didn’t matter to Obanai however, he took care of every need she had. It was what he was supposed to do, to be there for her no matter the circumstances.

One night, Mitsuri was laying in their bed, exhausted from her weak body. She looked at how much weight Obanai has lost from doing all of the chores ever since her diagnosis. It was only then that she realised how he even starved himself on occasions just to save the money and spend it all on her. He sacrificed so much for her, yet she could do nothing to help him. She watched as the man she love gave everything he could to watch her be healthy, she could do nothing about it. The feeling of being a burden overwhelmed her and before she knew it, she was crying. Sobbing like a child who lost her favourite barbie.

“Mitsuri!” Obanai rushed over the moment he heard her sobs, his hands gently wiped the tears off her face as he held her in a warm embrace. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just…” Mitsuri cried. “I don’t want to see you suffer because of me. You’re doing so much for me but I…”

Obanai shushed Mitsuri before she could even finish.

“Mitsuri, I’m your husband. It’s the least I could do,” he replied. “You helped me change as a person when we met. Let me help you.”

For some reason, Mitsuri only cried harder, her hands gripped on the back of his shirt.

“I don’t deserve you!” She cried again. “When I get better, I promise I will be a better wife!”

Obanai gently stroked the back of her head, “You’re already the wife I want. I love you Mitsuri. Promise me that you’ll be healthy and that’s all that matters.”

It was a promise Mitsuri was eager to honour. A promise that she was willing to do whatever it takes to achieve. Her condition however… It never seemed to be on her side.

Everyone watched as she grew skinnier and weaker. She barely has the energy anymore. She tried to smile and act like her usual self, but there’s only so much a bedridden person could do. She was fooling nobody. Obanai tried to maintain a false sense of enthusiasm to encourage Mitsuri but deep down, he was falling apart.

Secretly late at night, he’d drink with Tengen sometimes. Obanai was beginning to feel a sense of inferiority, that what he was doing wasn’t enough. He’d cry over how tired he was but he was willing to push through no matter what. How he was willing to wait for Mitsuri to be healthy again but nothing seemed to be working.

“I… I… I…,” Obanai slurred as he had too much to drink. “Just wanna see her happy… again.”

Tengen could do nothing except stopping his friend from drinking himself to an early death. “It’s not flashy to be dead drunk,” he said. “Mitsuri will get better soon, just trust me on this buddy.”

Everyone kept saying the same thing, only because it was the only sensible thing to say. It didn’t take long for Mitsuri to be confined to the hospital bed where her condition kept worsening. Everyone still held hope. Anything can happen as long as she was still alive.

The chances might be low but never zero. It was the only thing keeping Obanai from losing his mind. Just forcing himself to accept that things will work out, so that he could feel that small bit of comfort.

He made an effort to visit her as often as he could. He would often bring food and feed Mitsuri. This has been his routine for a year. It has been a year since Mitsuri was diagnosed, she had only been declining. She stopped wearing the wig ever since she was hospitalised. Obanai was skinned as well, looking as malnourished as he used to be. Mitsuri tried convincing him to take care of himself but he assured her that he was.

He was skipping his meals. Kyojuro had to force him to eat sometimes, but whenever Obanai refused, Kyojuro finished the food for him. Tengen’s wives cooked up delicious meals too, but Obanai never finished them. At least Obanai was still eating… Sanemi occasionally came by to visit Obanai and help him out with some chores, the house has been a mess ever since Mitsuri’s hospitalisation.

Some of them seemed to think that Obanai might collapse before Mitsuri.

“Mitsuri…” Obanai mumbled. It was yet another hospital visit. “I brought your favourite! Sakura mochi.”

He tried to sound excited but the dark circles under his eyes told the story that Mitsuri needed to know. She sighed.

“How are you not tired of this!” She cried. “Did you stay up all night! Obanai! I love you but…”

Obanai shook his head. “I… can do this…”

“Obanai… Don’t forget to take care of yourself! Please!” She continued crying as she took a bite. “Who’s gonna take care of you?”

Obanai smiled, “You will. You will recover and take care of me.”

Mitsuri took another mochi, “Obanai… I don’t think I deserve you… maybe in another life… Where I am healthier… we could have the kids we always wanted.”

Obanai squeezed her hand. “We can always have them in this life.”

Mitsuri finished her mochi and smiled. “I sure… hope so.” She took a deep breath.

“I know we will,” he answered.

The truth remains to be seen. Nobody has any clue about the future, but one can always remain hopeful. Or delusional? It remains to be seen. But anyway, Obanai continued visiting Mitsuri as the days passed. He watched as she breathed, his hair on her scalp.

It was so weird seeing Mitsuri with black hair. It felt like a lie. She looks better in green and pink. She would look better in his arms though, and not in the damn hospital bed fighting for her life.

Well, he was sure that he could bring her home anyway. He knew that she could tug it out. Like come on it’s Mitsuri. Of course she’d survive.

Except she didn’t.

One fine day as the sun was shining down on the green grass below the cloudy clouds. Obanai happily made his way to the hospital. Hippity hoppity hopped his way into Mitsuri’s room, only to see her monitor and how her heartbeat was irregular.

“DOCTORRR!!!” He screeched.

A bunch of people dressed in white came. They tried to save her but guess what. She flatlined. How unfortunate.

Obanai cried.

What was he supposed to do without his little pink thing now? They quite literally planned a life around each other. Of course it had to go wrong… how lame…

Well Obanai has an idea on how to cope!

He planned her funeral and his coping mechanism at the same time. Multitasker. A talent indeed. What was he planning?

Well wait and find out!

[pulaasul]

Sharing His Luck - Kamen Rider Geats X Persona 5

Haru planned a surprise birthday party for her boyfriend, which he really liked but an uninvited guest rears his ugly head.

Shoutout to @rainixdra for the brainstorming session we had pushed this fic into existence lol.

A/N: Funny thing, the whole inspiration for this fic was Garnet's line of "This was supposed to be my day" during the Rupphire wedding of Steven Universe... but adding that destroys the flow of the story it got cut.

FFN I Ao3

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"Sorry to call you today of all days, Keiwa-kun." A lady apologized to Keiwa as he entered a building.

"It's alright," Keiwa shrugged the apology. "From what I heard, you're understaffed for the whole day, right?" He set his bag down and gave the woman his full attention. "Has anyone taken the kitchen?"

"Unfortunately," The matron nodded. "Would you mind watching the kids? They're still sleeping."

"I won't," Keiwa smiled.

It had been a year since Keiwa and the others had defeated Sueru and the Desire Grand Prix as a whole. It had been a grueling fight, but they won.

In the months since they defeated Sueru: Ace went back to his celebrity life, just modeling for a few brands; Michinaga-san was 'found' by some of his former co-workers and was convinced to return to his old job in the construction business; Neon-chan went on to live in the condominium unit she had bought with his sister but remained in contact with her parents.

And Keiwa found a job in Okumura Foods, specifically its main office.

Everything was peaceful.

Keiwa couldn't ask for anything more if he was being honest.

Before, he'd have wanted – no, he shouldn't be focusing on the past.

Two days from now would be the anniversary of them defeating Sueru. Ace had suggested a fancy dinner at one of the clique hotels but was vetoed almost immediately by Tsumuri-san and Michinaga-san.

As he went inside the orphanage's dining area, he didn't think it was weird for the area to be so dark and empty. The matron did tell him that the children were asleep.

As soon as he turned on the lights he was startled by the sudden loud noise that erupted.

"Happy Birthday!"

Keiwa turned around and saw everyone in front of him holding out a banner that said 'Happy birthday'.

He looked around the room and the dining area was decorated to have a birthday party from the buntings on the ceiling to the balloons that was scattered around the room.

"H-ho-wha-?"

"Looks like our tanuki is speechless." Ace spoke up with a smirk.

"Oh let him compose himself." Neon elbowed the celebrity.

"Happy Birthday, Keiwa-kun," A woman with curly auburn hair approached the birthday boy and kissed his cheeks. "Did you like your surprise?"

"H-haru-chan," Keiwa gulped and composed himself. "D-did you do this?"

"Everyone helped," Haru gestured to the people holding the banner. "Did you like it?"

"Yeah!" Keiwa nodded. "Thank you, thank you."

"Ready Set –" Neon exclaimed.

"Happy Birthday To You!" Everyone in the room began to sing.

As everyone sang the song, Haru pulled Keiwa to the center of the room, where a lone chair was placed. Haru placed him before the chair as the song concluded.

"Happy Birthday, Keiwa." Haru greeted once more before planting a kiss on his lips.

"Thank you, Haru-chan." Keiwa smiled

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A lot of things happened since everyone sang happy birthday to Keiwa, that was when a gaggle of children came rushing in, in a hurry to greet their Keiwa-niichan a Happy Birthday.

The kids continued to play games as the adults enjoyed the day and looked after the rowdy children at the same time.

Some of Haru's friends came over and wished him a happy birthday, affirming their threats if he ever hurt her.

"I don't think any of you could even make good on your promises if that ever happened."

"You're right, she'd make you beg for your life," The male blond, Ryuji, shrugged before slinging his arm onto Keiwa's shoulders. "No, seriously man, Haru's life wasn't all rainbows when we met her, I would hate if she'd go back to the way when we met her."

"It's fine, Ryuji-san, Ren-san has already made that clear."

"Man, when will you drop the honorific? "

"But I'm younger than you." Keiwa insisted.

"Don't mind him, Ryuji, Keiwa-kun just like that." Haru chuckled before planting another kiss on her boyfriend's cheeks. "It took me months before he even addressed me as Haru-san."

"Fight with him side by side and he'd drop the honorific in a heartbeat." Ace joined the conversation.

"Fight?" Haru questioned.

"Ace, could you not?" Keiwa groaned. "I don't want anyone to think that I just look for fights."

"But you became one of the most seasoned fighters after you joined," Ace smirked. "Are you saying you regretted joining the fight?"

"No, but I would appreciate it if I get to tell my girlfriend things on my own terms."

"True, if you're worried about keeping the rule of keeping it a secret, you can tell whoever you like, it's not like they can still enforce their rules."

"That is nice to know." Keiwa nodded.

"Dude, you were involved in fights?" Ryuji grinned.

"When you feel ready, Keiwa-kun?" Haru assured before sending a glare at her blond friend.

Sometime later, Keiwa's sister arrived at the venue. She made a beeline towards Keiwa as soon as she saw him and greeted him with a Happy Birthday.

"Did you know that Haru-chan planned a surprise birthday party for me, nee-chan?"

"I did," Sara smiled. "Instead of joining, I decided to be at work today because if I didn't it'd ruin the surprise."

"Thank you, nee-chan." Keiwa hugged his sister, who hugged him back.

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"So how's the birthday boy? Did you enjoy the presentation the kids gave to their beloved Keiwa-nii-chan?" Ace smirked as he approached Keiwa.

"Don't tell me, you guys planned this in advance?" Keiwa asked.

"We did," Neon joined in the conversation. "We had to secure the place for this event after all."

"And the matron was all for it, even asked the kids about it."

"Hence the presentation." Keiwa nodded.

"So, how'd you like their presentation?"

"It was really good, as I said to them before." Keiwa smiled.

"They were good." Neon agreed.

"Where's Win-san and Michinaga-san?"

"You're not going to ask where Tsumuri-chan is?"

"I would…"

"She has forgiven you," Ace shook his head. "But she should be arriving later with PunkJack, they volunteered to monitor the place today so that there won't be another incident like XGeats or the one that Na-go and Buffa responded ever happens again."

"Michinaga-san?" Neon inquired this time.

"Buffa felt weird attending your birthday party considering he did end your life once."

"He's feeling weird about it." Keiwa pouted.

"Kinda like you with nee-san." Ace smirked.

"Fine, fine." Keiwa rolled his eyes.

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As the party was winding down, the kids tired out from all the activities they did, and a lot of people were starting to pack everything away.

That was when an uninvited guest decided to show his ugly mug. It was someone whom Keiwa was familiar with but not really know.

"Haru, my darling, what are you doing in this disgusting place?" A loud haughty voice was heard. "I heard that you had broken up with that delinquent, Haru, why don't we renew our engagement so we can I make sure your business will prosper."

"This disgusting place, as you call it, Sugimura-san, is the place where people like you throw children like me to steal their inheritance," Haru's amicable demeanor can still be heard despite the heavy words she's uttered. "This orphanage helps make children feel wanted again after people like you discarded them."

"Keiwa-nii-chan, Keiwa-nii-chan," The gaggle of kids who had been outside rushed back to the dining area, surrounding Keiwa. "There's a bad man outside trying to hurt fluffy onee-san!"

"A bad man?" Keiwa raised an eyebrow.

The kids merely nodded.

"Ace?"

"Go, I'll look after them."

While Keiwa knew that his girlfriend could handle the situation, he's witnessed it a few times, her friends from when she was in high school were still around, so he knew she was safe from anyone.

He decided it couldn't hurt to show up and offer support to Haru.

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"Years too late for that news, Sugimura," Haru smiled. "Could you please leave, you're upsetting the children."

"Children? These unwanted bastards? Who cares about them?" Sugimura scoffed.

"You're a bad man!" A child from inside the establishment rushed to Sugimura and rushed at the intruding man.

The child pounded on the man's leg as Sugimura sneered.

Sugimura unceremoniously whisked his leg away from the child, causing the child to stumble onto the concrete floor.

"Shut up, you brat." Sugimura growled at the sobbing child.

"Are you so heartless, Sugimura, that you're willing to hurt an innocent child?" Haru couldn't hide the disgust in her voice even if she was still smiling.

"Innocent? You saw what happened, Haru, that child dared to touch me with their dirty hands."

"Does not warrant for to hurt a child, does it?" Keiwa growled.

Keiwa had rushed to the front of the establishment upon learning that a child could be hurt.

"Keiwa-kun, I'm sorry for this."

"It's okay, Haru-chan." Keiwa smiled at his girlfriend before he tended to the hurt child.

"Is that the plebian that you replaced me with?" Sugimura scoffed in disbelief.

"First off, he's not a plebian and secondly, what if he was?" Haru challenged.

"Him of all people? What trash can did you pick this street rat from?" Sugimura sneered.

"Taichi-kun, is anything hurting you?" Keiwa merely ignored the insults coming his way as he tended to the hurt child.

The child continued to sob but he nodded in response to the question.

"We will be talking about what you did earlier, okay?" Keiwa smiled at the child before ruffling his hair.

"I can bring carry him back to the building." A black-haired man offered.

"Please do, Ren-san." Keiwa nodded.

"Boys, let's teach this plebian a lesson of not interacting with people above their stations."

Men in suits suddenly appeared and got a hold of both Keiwa's arms.

"Tycoon." Ace said before nodding.

"Tycoon?" Haru questioned.

Keiwa sighed before he stomped the feet of one of his captors, freeing his right hand in the process, before using it to sock the other guy on the face, freeing his other hand.

"Wha-"

Sugimura was speechless at what happened. The biggest bodies he brought in order to intimidate the delinquent and Haru's high school were easily brought down by some no-name nobody.

"For real?! When Ace said that you fought, he wasn't kidding." Ryuji whistled.

"You can't do that! This is assault."

"I believe what you did, Sugimura-san was assault, Sakurai-kun merely defended himself." A black-haired woman stepped forward. "Make no mistake, had Sakurai-kun not fought back, I would have made arrests here and now."

"Mako-chan."

"What are you, a cop?"

"Not yet but Section 213 of the Code of Criminal Procedure allows anyone from civilians to firefighters witnessing any crime in progress to make an arrest." Makoto stated.

"Section 220 talks about illegal imprisonment." Sugimura smirked.

"Those would only apply to defamation accidental injury, illegal assembly, and the like," Makoto responded.

"Shouldn't you be arresting him, then?" Sugimura pointed at Keiwa.

"Why? He simply defended himself after you had your men assault him."

"Sugimura-san, was it?" Keiwa let out a long breath. "I suggest you take your men and get away from this establishment." Keiwa glared at Sugimura as he cracked his fingers with his thumb.

"Okay, this has gone on long enough." Ace showed his face to the trespassing group.

"You know, I don't really like it if anyone hurts my friends." Neon stood beside Ace.

"I assume you know us judging from how pale you look right now." Ace spoke.

"I think I have some capital to spend and buy the company out from you, Sugimuira," Neon smiled.

"That's a good idea, maybe he'll learn some humility."

"So I suggest before I really call someone to buy your company's stocks and demote you to janitor." Neon glared at the man.

Sugimura gulped before he scampered off to who knows where.

As soon as Sugimura left, Sara immediately fussed over her brother. She checked if her brother was hurt by the men Sugimura used to attempt to cause an injury to him.

Keiwa had reassured his sister that he was fine.

As soon as Sara was satisfied, Keiwa was approached by Ryuji who simply put an arm over his shoulders, grinning.

"I totally did not expect you to beat up Sugimura's men, I was about to rush in myself."

"Yeah well, if you have to fight for your life for a whole year, you learn a thing or two about defending yourself." Keiwa shrugged.

"It was that bad, huh?"

"It's all in the past." Keiwa smiled.

"Ryuji, can I talk to Keiwa-kun?"

"Go right ahead, I need to find Renren anyway." Ryuji grinned as he offered his seat to Haru.

"I'm sorry you had to be introduced to him on your special day." Haru apologized for what happened.

"It's fine, I would have been fine to let you handle him and it looked like you could have handled him but he went and hurt a child."

"Understandable." Haru nodded.

"Were you hurt?"

"My hand hurt a little after I punched that one guy flat," Keiwa chuckled. "Other than that, I'm fine."

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It came time for Keiwa to leave the orphanage with Haru. They had just succeeded in making every child sleep for the night after the whole afternoon party they had.

"I'm sorry you had to meet Sugimura like that." Haru apologized to the matron of the orphanage.

"Think nothing of it, it's a good thing you have a dependable boyfriend, huh?" The matron teased.

Keiwa and Haru blushed at the remark.

"Obaa-san!"

"You both should be off, it's getting later."

"Thank you for the surprise, obaa-san."

"Anything for you, Keiwa-kun." The matron smiled.

As Keiwa and Haru left the orphanage, Haru looked at her boyfriend.

"Did you like your birthday surprise, Keiwa-kun?"

"I did, Haru-chan, I really did," Keiwa kissed Haru's cheek. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Where did you get the idea to surprise me?"

"It was Neon-chan's idea," Haru revealed. "She told me that she has always wanted to attend a surprise birthday party, and I must admit, I do too."

"That's understandable."

"It was Sara-san who suggested that we use the orphanage you volunteer your time to as the venue."

"Typical nee-chan," Keiwa gave a fond smile. "She knows me too well."

"She mentioned how you'd rather have a birthday party at the orphanage rather than in a private venue so that the kids could also enjoy your special day."

"Yeah," Keiwa nodded. "I know the feeling of losing parents, I feel so lucky that nee-chan was there to support me and I really like to share the luck I enjoyed with them."

"That's so sweet, Keiwa-kun."

"I really love the surprise you gave me, Haru-chan." Keiwa cupped Haru's face. "And I've got a surprise of my own for you."

Keiwa kissed Haru on the lips, which Haru reciprocated.

"Did you have a Happy Birthday?"

"I did"

The couple resumed kissing under the moonlight.

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A/N: Haru X Keiwa is a ship that's really out there lol! But I kinda love it.

[nyc-uws]

A Dorothy Parker Quip for Every Occasion On the 50th Anniversary of her Death By Emily Temple June 7, 2017

If you were a certain kind of teenager (bookish, mouthy), you may have memorized literary quotes—quips, perhaps; zingers even—as a kind of social armor-slash-weapons kit in your spare time. If you did, doubtless you taught yourself at least a few phrases once spoken by Dorothy Parker—acerbic critic, witty drinker, sharp-eyed essayist—who died fifty years ago today at the age of 73. Parker is probably best known for her caustic repartee and suggestive rhyming lines (some of the most famous of which are apocryphal, alas), which is fair enough—everyone loves a good one-liner—but she’s also a fine prose stylist, and I highly recommend at least a few hours spent with her Constant Reader column in The New Yorker, in which she reviewed books, more than often negatively, from 1927 to 1933. (Bring back the pan, I always say.) Parker’s columns are like candy: read one—even a review of a book you’ve never heard of, it doesn’t matter—and you’ll be compelled to read the next. Unlike candy, however, these are not bad for you. Neither is anything else she wrote. As for her martini-fueled insults, well, the jury’s out. Either way, on the fiftieth anniversary of Parker’s death, I am writing to encourage you to embrace your inner teen and memorize some of her excellent quippage to use at your earliest convenience. Some suggestions below.

For buying lottery tickets:

“I hate almost all rich people, but I think I’d be darling at it.” (The Paris Review)

For Friday nights:

“It’s not the tragedies that kill us, it’s the messes. I can’t stand messes.” (The Paris Review)

For standing in the corner at parties:

“Their pooled emotions wouldn’t fill a teaspoon.” (quoted in Not Much Fun: The Lost Poems of Dorothy Parker)

For missing your deadline, answering emails, calling people back, etc.:

“Too fucking busy and vice versa.” (quoted in The Unimportance of Being Oscar by Oscar Levant)

For being asked for writing advice:

“If you have any young friends who aspire to become writers, the second-greatest favor you can do them is to present them with copies of The Elements of Style. The first-greatest, of course, is to shoot them now, while they’re happy.” (originally published in a review in Esquire, 1959)

For riding the subway in New York City:

“Not just plain terrible. This was fancy terrible; this was terrible with raisins in it.” (quoted in Chimes of Change and Hours by Audrey Borenstein)

For chiding that one friend who makes too many dumb jokes:

“There’s a hell of a distance between wisecracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wisecracking is simply calisthenics with words.” (The Paris Review)

For talking to people who owe you money:

“To me, the most beautiful word in the English language is cellar-door. Isn’t it wonderful? The ones I like, though, are ‘cheque’ and ‘enclosed.'” (quoted in Not Much Fun: The Lost Poems of Dorothy Parker)

For turning down a proposal:

“By the time you swear you’re his, Shivering and sighing. And he vows his passion is, Infinite, undying. Lady make note of this— One of you is lying.” (her poem “Unfortunate Coincidence”)

For overpriced restaurants and/or pretentious people:

“[T]ripe is tripe, even though it be served with every recommended precision of elegance.” (from a review of Elegant Infidelities of Madame Li Pei Fou in The New Yorker)

For when you hate a book everyone else loves, and you know you’re right:

“But on second thinking, I dare to differ more specifically from the booksie-wooksies. . . . For years, you see, I have been crouching in corners hissing small and ladylike anathema of [author’s name here—in this case, it’s Theodore Dreiser]. I dared not yip it out loud, much less offer it up in print. But now, what with a series of events that have made me callous to anything that may later occur, I have become locally known as the What-the-Hell Girl of 1931.” (from a review of Theodore Dreiser’s Dawn in The New Yorker)

For Monday mornings:

“To my own admittedly slanted vision, industry ranks with such sour and spinster virtues as thrift, punctuality, level-headedness, and caution.” (from a review of Sinclair Lewis’s Dodsworth in The New Yorker)

For leaving the party early to get into the bath (also, truncated, for use as a solid insult):

“It has lately been drawn to your correspondent’s attention that, at social gatherings, she is not the human magnet she would be. Indeed, it turns out that as a source of entertainment, conviviality, and good fun, she ranks somewhere between a sprig of parsley and a single ice-skate.” (from a review of Favorite Jokes of Famous People in The New Yorker)

For book events:

“My life and my arms are now and hereafter consecrated to the services of the Society for the Abolition of Charm. . . . There is entirely too much charm around, and something must be done to stop it.” (from a review of Debonair by G.B. Stern in The New Yorker)

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Top 10 Dorothy Parker Quotes - Gracious Quotes 👇 📽 👇

https://youtu.be/rU26PqKCmog ✍️ 📖 📔 📙 📜 📕 📗 📙 ✍️ 📘 📚 📒 ✍️ Bette Davis does Dorothy Parker reading, and does Vince Edwards Aug 31, 2018 More rarities… preserving golden age TV. Always the best quality available. Some items may be on the Net somewhere in bad public domain condition, with frayed edges and blur and a lot of boring filler. This channel digitizes and edits for the best possible viewing experience. Bette Davis adds some feminist culture and class to 60's TV via this appearance, and ends up trading some banter with Vince Edwards, aka Ben Casey. But no, she can't get him to say "Dr. Kildare" or "Richard Chamberlain!" 👇 📽 👇

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“Heterosexuality is not normal, it’s just common.” ~ Dorothy Parker

[klarex]

I love your headcanons! Could you please do some for how Wolf, Snake and Piranha react to being out on a date with their s/o when a stranger makes a snide comment about them being together and their s/o turns around and verbally DESTROYS the jerk while praising how wonderful they are?

Thanks😊

Genre: fluff

Warnings: aggressive reader and stupid people, light swearing

Summary: You are on a date, but some JERK came and destroyed it, but not fully ;-;

Paring: Mr. Wolf, Mr. Snake, Mr. Piranha x reader (HCS)

Jerk

Not my gif

Mr. Wolf

Wolf invited you for a date in a restaurant fancy ;).

Unfortunately the table was in the middle of a room and everyone were passing your table.

At the end of a date, when the two of you were eating your dessert some jerk decided to mumbles: "Your boyfriend isn't really amazing, ya know? I can do better than him." in your ear.

You were furious and stood up fastly, grabbing his shoulder.

- "He is the MOST amazing boyfriend I have ever had, if you don't see it you shouldn't be talking!"

You said and let go of him. Everyone stared at you, but later they just came back to their talking with friends, lovers and waitresses.

Wolf stared at you with shock. He quickly asked for a bill and the two of you left after few minutes.

First thing he did was hugging you and pulling you into a kiss.

When you two pulled apart you could see his eyes little wet.

- "Did you mean it?"

- "Of course I did, Wolf. You are the most amazing person I have ever met and I'm really serious right now."

After that you got to the base and spend time together.

Mr. Snake

He took you out to pizzeria in the middle of a nice and big park.

You sat on a wooden bench, far away from others.

Pizza was great. Even Snake agreed!

When the two of you slowly started heading back to the base, you saw a stall with some cookies and you pulled Snake to it.

You asked for a bag with cookies with chocolate toppings.

The man behind the cash desk gave you your bag while mumbling under his breath: "They are so hot. I wonder why they have this ugly boyfriend.."

After that, you quickly took your bag from his hands and said: "He is the most beautiful and caring boyfriend I have ever had! So shut the hell up!"

And with that you two walked away. All the way to the base Snake had a smirk on his face while you were eating aggressively your cookies >:).

Later you and Snake cuddled not really wanting to talk about it.

Mr. Piranha

He took you for a walk and ice cream.

I think he isn't such a guy who would take you to restaurants. Maybe only when it's an anniversary.

He bought you your favorite ice cream and took you to new place in town, of course there were a lot of people.

There were a lot of stalls with mini games with prizes and Piranha wanted to win something for you, but he couldn't hit anything.

Later when Piranha was struggling with throwing balls at cans, some random guy came behind you and said: "Maybe I will win something for you, princess/prince/royalty. Cause I can see your boyfriend is struggling.."

You turned around and said: "He not may be the best at this, but he is the best boyfriend, so back the heck off!"

He didn't say anything and just walked away. Meanwhile Piranha cheered, because he won a plush for you.

He gave it to you with a smile on his face.

Yes, he didn't even saw this guy and you are really thankful for that, cause if he knew he would beat the shit out of him.

Later both of you slowly went to the base and watched a movie :).

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[ashthemadwriter-archived]

could you write akutagawa x atsushi's twin sister reader, being caught making out by atsushi?

Fandom:Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairings:Akutagawa X Fem!reader

Genre:Fluff, Humour, Suggestive

Format:One Shot

Warnings:NSFW content, Suggestive Content but not actual smut, heavy make out session

Word Count:0.8K

A/n:well this series is definitely popular lol. here you go baby

not proofread hehe

Dating Headcanons | Pregnancy One Shot

"Pour the tea on the mixture of rice and shredded chicken breast, and mix it together...like this"

You turned your head at your boyfriend who was observing your bowl of Chazuke closely, as he reached for his own and tried to do as you told him to.

"Like this?"

"Yup! And thats it! Ready to be served"

Date nights in your relationship were always simple, yet so enjoyable. What more could you ask for, other than staying at home, and enjoying the presence of your boyfriend who was too caught up with work these days to have some time for himself?

He needed a break, and you knew that better than anybody, because the signs of tiredness were super obvious on his face, no matter how hard he was trying to hide it.

Akutagawa prefered staying at home, and you didn't want to make him uncomfortable, so you asked him to come over and forget about the reservation you had for your anniversary at a fancy restaurant.

"Hey! How come yours taste better even though you barely cook? And it's literally your first time making this!" You whined with a small pout on your face, before gently punching him in the arm. It was amazing how skilled he was at cooking despite rarely doing it.

" I dont know... I just did what you'd told me to" He mumbled, slowly reaching the spoon to have a taste of his little masterpiece.

It really is delicious.

"Well damn, Ryuunosuke! Cant believe you've been hiding your cooking skills from me! gotta teach you a lesson"

"Shut up, and I told you to stop mimicing Chuuya-San's tune. Its annoying"

"I know. Why do you think im still doing it?"

From the first moment he laid eyes on you, Akutagawa knew that you were a tease. Bickering over the simplest stuff like books with you turned into bickering about which side of the bed to take. Neither of you really cared, but he was competetive and unfortunately you were aware of that.

"So... What else have you been hiding up your sleeves from me?"

At this moment, Akutagawa had trouble choosing which was more attractive, your playful tune or the cocky smile you had on.

"I dont have anything hidden up my sleeves, but i do have something in my pants that might catch your interest"

"Wha- "

Your smile was immediately replaced with a widened mouth which was not exactly enough to show how surprised and taken aback you were, but he could work with that.

And now it was his turn to be smiling.

"How- You learned that from Dazai didn't you?"

"...I might have"

"Damn!"

"Shut up!"

"Make me"

Akutagawa simply roled his eyes at your words, acting like he wasn't dying to hear these words from your mouth from the moment he arrived at your house.

"Fine, if you insist"

it was only a matter of time before his lips crashed into yours, starting a furious battle between the two of you to take authority. Where was this urge coming from? He didnt know, but he did know how to satisfy it.

The sweet taste of the strawberry flavoured candy he brought you earlier appeared really magestic to him. He wanted more, so he focused on the soft, sensitive base of your lips as his tongue slipped inside your mouth; and fortunately that didn't stop him from placing his hand on your clothed sex.

Akutagawa was a fast learner, and he knew just the perfect way to fluster you due to past "experiences".

You suddenly lost track of time, too lost in a fog of euphoria to notice what was happening around you; so when you found yourself almost naked, having nothing but a claret set of lingerie on as he was giving you goosebumps by burning the sensitive skin on your neck, you were surprised.

Only if you had the opportunity to tell him how unpredictable and charming he actually was.

Akutagawa's hand went down on your body, landing on your laced panties to take them off, when you suddenly heard the door getting opened.

"Y/n! I bought us dinn- "

Atsushi was frozen in the spot the second he laid eyes on you, and where Akutagawa's hand was of course.

The sound that was filling the room changed from your heavy breathing and silented moans, to a deadly silence.

You were comfortable around your brother, but your flushed cheeks and embarrassed expression showed that this case was a bit different than usual.

Atsushi shared the same expression as you, of course.

"You...you...lock the damn door!"

Atsushi barely cursed, but you knew that things were serious when he did.

Akutagawa however, seemed more irritated than embarrassed; and Atsushi could clearly see that.

"And you...I hope someone does this to your sister!"

Atsushi slammed the door behind him and ran toward the stairs as he was trying to get out of Rashumoun's approach, wishing to forget the scene he'd just witnessed.

He didnt even let you remind him that locking the door was pointless, since he also lived there and happened to have a key.

Reblogs are really appreciated :)

[kingkatsuki]

Coercion Part Three | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Ahhh! It’s finally here. It’s been almost an entire year since I started this and I’m so sorry its taken me this long to get another part out. I had the plans for this just gathering dust in my drafts for the longest time and honestly I wasn’t sure I would ever actually get to it, but here it is. I really hope you guys enjoy it, and I don’t disappoint you after the long, long wait.

Thank you to my lovely friends who took the time out of their days to read through this for me. @jodrawssmut​, @whet-ones-write​ and @hoe-doroki​💕

Warnings: 18+, cheating, dirty talk, oral, pussy slapping.

Word Count: 7.8k

It was difficult to say when you’d started feeling this way in your relationship. In your mind it began when Midoriya started coming home late and leaving early, the incessant phone calls and texts from his work taking his attention away from you. The dates, anniversaries you’d spend together often short-lived by that fateful call you already knew was coming. Your boyfriend's problem was he didn’t know when to say no, always far too eager to please everyone, too kind. But it could have been a multitude of factors, even the littlest things annoyed you about your boyfriend now that seemed to pale in comparison to others problems. You were always reminded how lucky you should feel, that other people have it much worse and would love to be in your position. So why did it constantly feel so wrong?

You supposed it was your fault for falling for such a dedicated hero, someone who would always put others before himself. Unfortunately, that courtesy didn’t seem to stretch to his wife, Midoriya often staying late in favour of protecting the citizens of Musutafu, or taking extra shifts to appease his colleagues. It was okay in the beginning, really. You couldn’t say you didn’t know what you were signing up for when you first started dating the aspiring hero, he’d made it abundantly clear that it was his dream and something that he would strive to achieve. And you had been there for him, supporting him every step of the way. The loving, doting girlfriend that would do anything to make him happy, but what about your happiness?

You couldn’t quite pinpoint the last time you’d truly felt that emotion, happiness. There were many times Midoriya made you feel good, feel content but were you truly happy? Now every time you thought about your own happiness there was only one face on your mind, and it wasn’t the face of your boyfriend. Bakugou Katsuki had overtaken your thoughts completely, so much so you had touched yourself to the thought of him beside a sleeping Midoriya. That was the moment where you should have ended things between you and the explosive blond, but you didn’t. Instead, you lay awake beside your boyfriend, thinking about another man. It wasn’t for lack of trying, you tried to switch yourself off, to urge your brain to disengage as you tried to lull yourself to sleep. But even as you closed your eyes you could only picture Bakugou’s vermilion orbs gazing back at you, how they would look buried between your thighs as he feasted on your sopping core.

It was no surprise to you the next morning when you woke to find Midoriya already gone, his side of the bed cold as the sheets lay neatly made. A flutter of emotions erupting in your stomach as you remembered what Bakugou had said to you the night before. Quietly wondering whether the words had been said in the heat of the moment or whether he would actually be paying you a visit today.

There was no way he would, would he?

Despite your scepticism, you still found yourself climbing out of bed and jumping straight into the shower. Spending a little longer than usual preparing yourself for the day, pulling out a fancy lingerie set that you had originally bought to spice up your sex life with your husband. Telling yourself that you were wearing it today to make yourself feel good, not because there was the possibility of Bakugou coming round. Biting your lip as you rifled through your wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear on top of it. The sound of your phone buzzing brings you out of your thoughts as you picked it up to see who was texting you. Your stomach lurching as you realised who it was.

Bakugou: Oi, hurry up, Princess.

Bakugou: Unless you want someone to see me standing outside your house.

Shit, not only had he actually stayed true to his word and showed up, he was early. You panicked as you looked back at the clothes hanging in your wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear so you could answer the door quickly. Tugging an oversized shirt off the rails as you pulled it carelessly over your head, meandering through your apartment as you tried to smooth the fabric down before answering the door.

“About fuckin’ time-” Bakugou stopped in his tracks as his vermilion eyes roamed over your body, noting your flustered expression as he took in the sight of the baggy shirt you wore that hung off your body, trailing down to your mid-calf as he admired your exposed skin, “Wow-”

“What?” You shuffled by the open door, leaning against the hardwood to stop yourself from tumbling to the ground, your legs like jelly.

“You look beautiful.” His cheeks tinted a dark pink as he lifted his arm, you hadn’t even noticed the bouquet of roses he’d been holding until he held them out to you, “Here.”

“You bought me flowers?” You took them gratefully, your eyes captivated by the deep orange colour of the petals, your fingers stroking against the surface as you held them to your nose.

“Yeah? Why wouldn’t I?” He quipped, shrugging his shoulders as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, “You gonna let me in or do you really want the neighbours to see?”

You were suddenly brought back to the realisation that Bakugou Katsuki was standing on your doorstep as you shuffled back to let him inside, closing the door behind you as you walked into your apartment. Busying yourself with finding a vase to fill to place the flowers in as Bakugou allowed himself to look around your home. Already trying to think of an excuse for your boyfriend as to why there was a large bouquet of fresh roses sitting in his kitchen that obviously had not come from him as you slowly arranged the stems.

“Don’t tell me,” Bakugou smirked, leaning back against your kitchen counter as he watched you arrange your bouquet, “Deku’s workin’?”

You didn’t respond, you had no reason to. Bakugou already knew the answer.

“Of course he is,” Bakugou rolled his eyes, “Guessin’ he didn’t get his dick wet this morning either, hah?”

Bakugou’s words sounded harsh, but there was an underlying self-consciousness behind them. He’d said it to be an asshole, to try and question the validity of your relationship with Midoriya even more, but really he cared. He wanted to know if what you’d told him last night was still true. That it had been well over a month since you’d last done anything with your boyfriend, that you hadn’t hung up on him to satiate your needs with his oblivious rival.

“No.” You whispered, thumbing the silky petals as you avoided Bakugou’s gaze, it felt unusual for him to know anything about your sex lives. Considering before you’d accidentally sent him your nudes that he’d been an acquaintance to you at best.

Bakugou always kept his distance from you when you met at social events or with friends, often seeming even more stoic and brash than usual with you. So much so you’d assumed the angry blond had taken a dislike to you, not that it bothered you too much. Throughout your years together at U.A. Bakugou kept most of his classmates at a distance, but for some reason, it felt like he kept you a little further apart than the rest. And even though Kirishima loved to reassure you that it was ‘just Bakugou’, you couldn’t help but feel you’d done something wrong. You couldn’t describe the feeling now the same angry blond was now standing in your kitchen.

“Of course he didn’t, fuckin’ nerd.” Bakugou scoffed, “Must’ve hit his head a little too hard on his last mission.”

“What do you mean?” You turned to face him, unable to avoid looking at the way his taut muscular arms sat crossed against his chest.

“That he’s so dumb he doesn’t realise that he’s got a hot fuckin’ girlfriend at home?” Bakugou quirked a brow.

“He’s training to be the best, Bakugou. Like you-”

“Don’t fuckin’ call me Bakugou-” Bakugou interjected, a look of hurt flashed through his expression before it turned to anger, “And I’m here. Where the fuck is Deku?”

“He’s just busy-” You started, but Bakugou was quick to cut you off again.

“Too busy for his own fuckin’ girlfriend?” Bakugou snarled as you turned to face him, a familiar look of rage in his eyes, “Are you kidding?”

You avoided his gaze, the intensity of it making you lightheaded as you struggled to argue back, to defend the boyfriend that clearly didn’t care as much for you as he did his dream. You knew it was a possibility when you first got together, but you’d hoped that with time it may change. That he’d start to care for you just as much as he did becoming number one.

“So why did you let me come, hah?” Bakugou unfolded his arms to rest his palms against the counter beside him, his knuckles whitening as he grasped the cool surface.

“You were blackmailing me, Bakugou.” You bluffed, “I didn’t have a choice.”

“There’s always a choice, Princess. Ask yourself why I’m here.”

You swallowed thickly, trying to quench the dryness that now sat at the back of your throat as you maintained eye contact with the man across the room. His intense vermilion gaze boring into your own, as you felt that familiar delightful swirl in your chest. A feeling that your boyfriend hadn’t blessed you with for a long time. You already knew the answer. Bakugou had made you feel more in the last few days than Midoriya had made you feel in months.

“You know there’s a reason why I’m here.” Bakugou rasped softly.

“Why are you here?” You toyed with the hem of your oversized shirt, hopeful to hear his honest answer. Bakugou had never been the kind of guy to lie.

“Don’t act fuckin’ coy.” He spat, “You know why I’m fuckin’ here. What about you? Why didn’t you tell me not to come?”

“You didn’t give me a chance-” You avoided his eyes to try and hide your evasiveness.

“Don’t lie.” Bakugou scoffed, “That’s not the reason. It’s because you couldn’t stop thinking about me, could you?”

Bakugou was right, he’d been all you’d been able to focus on the past few days. It was a secret that should have been difficult to hide from your boyfriend, but when he was so oblivious to everything in your life currently it had been a simple task.

“You’re so fucking cocky, Katsuki.” You emphasised his given name as he let out a scoff from the other side of the room.

“So I’m right then?” He puffed his chest out smugly, “Your little pussy was getting wet to the thought of my fat cock, yeah?”

You had to try and mask the whine that threatened to leave your lips at his blunt words, a heat rolling in your abdomen at the sound of his voice. How was it possible for one man to make you feel like this with minimal effort? Midoriya had never made you feel this way.

“If you don’t want me here, just tell me to go.” You could feel his eyes boring into you, “Say it and I’ll leave you to live out your shitty housewife fantasies out with Deku.”

“I-” You tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. He was right. He’d captivated your thoughts and taken over your senses.

“You can’t, can you?” Bakugou smirked, “Because you want me just as much as I want you.”

“Yes.” You watched the way Bakugou’s eyes darkened at your admission, baring his teeth in a smug grin as he watched you from across the room.

“Say it, then.” Bakugou pushed, “Tell me how much you want me.”

“I want you, Katsuki.” You admitted, chewing the inside of your cheek as you waited for his reaction.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear that.” You eyed him at the thought, what did he mean by that? How long had he been waiting-

“Now you’re finally being honest, you gonna show me what you’re wearing underneath that, Princess?” He smirked as he leaned back against the kitchen island, crossing his muscular arms over his chest so you could see the scars that marred his skin, shuffling nervously on your feet as you tried to avoid his gaze.

“Aw, don’t get all shy now.” Bakugou pushed himself away from the surface, stepping closer towards you, “Didn’t have a problem when you were showing me last night.”

“It’s different.” You whined, already worried that he wouldn’t like what he saw. You could hide behind the screen when you were video-calling or talking over the phone, but this? This was different. He’d be able to see every single curve, every single flaw or imperfection you deemed up close.

“How’s it different?” Bakugou rasped, “It’s still me, baby.”

You tried to ignore the nauseating feeling in the pit of your stomach as you reached down to the hem of your shirt, taking a deep breath before you pulled the fabric up and over your body, tugging it over your head as you allowed the material to drop to the floor. Leaving you standing in your matching lingerie set in your kitchen with Bakugou, already terrified for his reaction.

“Holy shit.” He murmured as he took in the sight of you in the lingerie set you’d picked out. The intricate lace framing your body perfectly as he mapped out every inch of skin, “You look beautiful.”

You felt his gaze burning into you, worrying your lower lip between your teeth as he took a step closer, his larger frame towering over you as you stood in your kitchen anxiously. You felt like a blushing virgin in his presence, the air of authority that he held had you nervously shifting as he shamelessly ogled you.

“I knew you were fuckin’ hot from the pictures you sent me, but I didn’t think you’d look this good.” Your entire body felt aflame as he palmed your cheek, leaning into his touch as he angled your head up to face him.

“I can’t believe that fuckin’ prick isn’t all over you.” He murmured, almost more to himself than to you as his half-lidded eyes honed in on your lips, “Always was a dumbass.”

“Katsuki,” You murmured, feeling his warm breath fanning your face as his lips hovered dangerously close to yours. The smell of his quirk mixed with the musky smell of ash engulfed your senses as you felt his palms stroke along your sides.

Everything just felt different with Bakugou. A burning intensity you couldn’t fathom or put into words but you could feel it. The sensation filled your body and ignited your senses with every touch of his skin against your own, overwhelming your consciousness and making it difficult to think.

“Was this all for me?” The calloused pads of his fingers soothed along with the sheer fabric of your panties as he watched goosebumps appear against your skin.

“Yeah,” You flushed, his lips dangerously close to yours.

“Tell me.” You felt a low whine rumble at the back of your throat as you felt his lips brush against yours lightly, the movement causing tingles to ebb through your body, “Tell me you want this.”

“Yes.” You breathed, your words silenced as Bakugou pressed his lips against yours roughly. Teeth clashing together as he kissed you desperately, taking advantage of your surprise as he slipped his tongue between your parted lips, silencing the moans that swelled low in your throat.

Your mind swimming with emotions as Bakugou kissed you, his tongue stroking against your own dutifully as he rolled his hips against your own. Every coherent thought left your mind as he kissed you, your body melding into his own as you tried to match his movements, sliding your arms up to curl around his broad shoulders. Barely able to reach around his hulking form as you deepened the kiss, your tongue swiping his back as you felt him give a particularly hard rut against your hip. Allowing you to feel just how much he wanted you too, his thick cock straining against his sweats as he nipped at your bottom lip, catching it between his teeth as he tugged it back. Watching the way it bounced back, panting as he brought a hand up to thumb at your bruised lips.

“Good lord, look at you.” He groaned, pulling when you pressed a kiss to the calloused pad of his thumb, “You’re so fuckin’ perfect.”

You couldn’t help but reach out to palm his cock through the material of his sweats, grinning at the hiss that left his lips as you watched his eyes flutter. Feeling how thick and hard he was for you, your fingers barely able to wrap around it as he slowly rolled his hips into your touch.

“Gonna make me cum in my pants like a fuckin’ teenager-” He muttered, his thumbs dipping into the hem as he slowly dragged the fabric down with his underwear, allowing his thick length to spring free. The tip sanguine and swollen as his length curved towards his abdomen. He’d looked big in the video chat you’d shared last night, but seeing him in the flesh he was huge. Feeling yourself salivate at the sight as you licked your lips in anticipation, your thumb swiping over the tip to gather the pre-cum oozing from his slit, smoothing it down his length as he twitched in your palm.

“Shoulda known you’d be a fuckin’ tease.” He joked, leaning down to press kisses against the apex of your neck, his teeth grazing against the sensitive skin there. Making you groan and lean into his touch before the realisation dawned on you that he could leave a mark, pulling back with a sheepish look on your face.

You tried to ignore the look of hurt that flashed across Bakugou’s features at the frantic action, perceptively picking up on exactly why you were concerned; you didn’t want Midoriya to see. Thinking quickly you decided to slip down onto your knees in front of Bakugou’s large frame, continuing to pump his cock languidly in your palm as you stared up at him with doe-like eyes. Leaning forward to swipe your tongue against his tip, drawing a low hiss from his parted lips.

“Shit.” He grunted, “Even better than I imagined.” You hummed at his praise, stroking your palm along his length as you lapped at his slit, laying the pad of your tongue against the underside of his reddened head as you looked up at Bakugou through heavy lashes.

Your hands wandered lower to tease his weighty balls, squeezing them in your palm as you stroked a solo finger along his taint, cherishing the way he shuddered against you. Depraved moans leaving his hips as he eased into your touch, spreading his thighs as much as he could with his sweats around his calves to give you more access.

His large, warm palms stroking your cheeks as though you were the most delicate porcelain, sliding up to card his fingers through your hair as his blunt nails scratched against your scalp. The movement made you keen as you pressed a soft kiss to his tip before parting your lips to slowly slip him inside your mouth. Bakugou hissed at the contact, unable to stop his hips from bucking as you took more of him inside you, your tongue brushing along the underside as you mapped out the prominent veins that forked along his length, following them as you began a steady motion. Fisting whatever you couldn’t fit inside your mouth with your palm as Bakugou held your head.

“Fuck,” He snarled, his eyes rolling back as he bit his lower lip. The sight caused you to moan around his length, rubbing your thighs together to try and appease the throb surging from your core, “I know you’re fuckin’ dripping. That desperate for my cock, yeah?”

Bakugou’s words only served to make you even warmer, the ebb inside you intensifying as you took sight of the expression on his features as he gazed down at you, it was nothing like the way Midoriya looked at you. Searching your mind for the last time your boyfriend had ever even attempted to glance at you in such a way. There was something different about the way Bakugou was looking at you, as though he was staring straight into your soul, instead of just looking. It made you feel different. Desired, wanted, loved.

Loved. It seemed like such a foreign concept to you now, a word that had lost all its meaning in your relationship. When was the last time Midoriya had ever made you feel loved? You couldn’t recall.

“Bet shitty Deku doesn’t make you feel like this, hah.” You gagged around Bakugou’s thick cock at the suggestion, wide eyes brimming with fresh tears as you felt your throat hollow. Vibrations flowing through your mouth straight to his length as he groaned above you. His hands tightening their grip on your hair as he held you against him. The thick pubic hair at the base of his length tickled your nose as you felt him hit the back of your throat, keeping you still for a few moments before he allowed you momentary respite, pulling you off him as your chest heaved, taking in gulps of air. Bakugou groaned as he watched glistening lines of your spit string from the tip of his cock, connecting your bodies together as they broke off in silvery wisps against your skin.

“You’re so perfect.” He murmured, stroking his thumb against your chin as he collected the mixture. Cleaning it off your skin as he directed your gaze towards his own, “Way too good for that prick.”

“Don’t say that,” You murmured, immediately feeling guilt begin to swirl in your chest at the fact that you were here with Bakugou of all people.

What if he was just doing this to get back at your boyfriend? It was definitely something you could imagine him doing, always trying to get one up on his old school rival. This would be like the ultimate betrayal, being able to steal Deku’s girlfriend away from him. What if Bakugou ended up dropping you and you were left with nothing? After everything you’d already done it wasn’t anything you didn’t deserve.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head?” Bakugou rasped, his hands grabbing for your arms as he eased you up from your knees, trying to ignore the dull ache in your limbs as he turned you so your back was against the kitchen counter. Warm palms digging into your sides as he rubbed soothing circles against your skin with his thumbs, “Tell me.”

“S’nothin’” You muttered, eyes downcast as you tried to push the doubt to the back of your mind.

There was no way Bakugou would be doing this with you if you hadn’t accidentally sent him those selfies of you, he’d seized the perfect opportunity to embarrass Midoriya and you’d played right into his hands.

“Bullshit.” He tsked, “Just fuckin’ tell me.”

“What if you’re just doing this to get one up on Izuku?” Bakugou’s brows furrowed as he leaned back, the pads of his fingers digging into your sides a little harder.

“I’ve liked you for a long fuckin’ time.” He murmured, “Probably even before that asshole.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You scoured your memories for any indications that Bakugou may have even had a slight interest in you, but there was nothing you could recall that would have given you any indication he’d felt this way about you. Even hearing it from his lips now was so difficult to believe.

Bakugou’s jaw tightened at the question, averting his gaze. This was a regret so clear that it sat at the forefront of his mind, something that had burdened him since school. He’d convinced himself that becoming number one was the most important thing in his life, he wouldn’t allow any distractions. Pushing his feelings for you to the side, trying to store them at the back of his mind so they wouldn’t bubble up and overwhelm his consciousness. But it was easier said than done, laying awake most nights he found his thoughts always drifted to you, you were the comfort that got him through those bad nights. Just being near you throughout his teenage years was enough, but when you graduated school and you ended up with Midoriya it was different. Seeing you happy with his rival caused an aching pain in his chest, an overwhelming regret inside him that he couldn’t push down. By trying to achieve his dreams, he’d lost the one person he cared about more than anything. And you had no clue-

“Katsuki-” You tried to prompt him, the silence deafening as you reached up to stroke a palm along the stubble that decorated his jawline.

Bakugou leaned into your touch before jerking back, a large palm reaching up to wrap around your wrist. Clasping it in his larger hand as he lowered your hand, using the grip to pull you towards him, his lips hovering over yours.

“Doesn’t fuckin’ matter.” He rasped huskily, stopping you from any objections as he pulled you into another fierce kiss. His touch bruising as his tongue swiped against your lower lip, forcing entry as he pressed you back against the kitchen counter. Silencing your moans as his hands roamed your bare skin.

Bakugou caught you by surprise as he hoisted you up onto the cool marble surface, stepping between your parted legs as he squeezed the plush skin, blunt nails digging into your thighs. Breaking the kiss much to your disappointment so he could stare into your eyes as he brushed the back of his hand against your folds, his knuckle grazing against the thin material of your panties as you let out a breathless gasp.

“Shit, you’re fuckin’ wet.” He groaned as he thumbed your slit, pressing down on the fabric as he felt your slick against it, “Is this all for me?”

You mewled as he found your clit through the lace, spinning gentle circles around it as your arms braced against his broad shoulders. Using him for leverage to begin grinding yourself against his touch, desperate for more. The movement made Bakugou smirk with pride as his fingers moved lower, teasingly pressing against your tight entrance through the fabric, the tip of his finger pushing into it as the barrier of your underwear stopped him from delving any deeper. A frenzied whine leaving your lips as you tried desperately to intensify the sensation.

“You really are fuckin’ needy, hah?” Pressing a chaste kiss against your lips as he pulled away, smirking at how your body lurched forward, trying to keep yourself close to him as he moved onto his knees.

“Sorry Princess,” Bakugou’s hands splayed against your inner thighs, pushing them apart as he settled himself between them, “I’ve gotta have a taste first.”

You whimpered as he licked a long stripe along the crotch of your panties, the movement causing your hips to jerk against the marble surface. Bakugou’s lips curling into a smug smirk at your reaction as he repeated the motion, groaning at how wet you felt through the sheer fabric.

“You like that?”

His fingers curled under the crotch of your panties, tugging them to the side as he took in the sight of your naked cunt. His fingers immediately slipping between your folds, parting them to stroke along your slick. The moisture coating his fingers as he teasingly circled your tight entrance, feeling the way your inner walls fluttered around the tips of his fingers in an attempt to suck him in.

“Katsuki, don’t tease.” You mumbled, your entire body felt warm. The desire inside you amplifying as you craved a release.

“Look at you.” He smirked, leaning forward to wrap his lips around your puffy clit, sucking against the nub as you thrashed above him. Your fingers threading into his messy blond hair as your nails scratched at his scalp, tugging his hair by the root as you tried to pull him impossibly closer. His moans vibrating against your clit as vermilion eyes glanced up to see the debauched look on your face. Crude slurping noises filling the room as Bakugou sucked on your clit hard, gathering a mixture of your slick and his spit in his mouth before leaning back to spit it down on your slit. His fingers immediately moved to stroke it between your folds, as he began to press against your tight entrance, catching you off guard as he buried them inside you to the hilt.

“Fuck, Katsuki-” You whimpered, feeling the dull stretch of your silky walls around his fingers.

It had been a while since you’d felt anything but your own fingers inside you, a dull ache from the stretch mingling with the pleasure you felt as you began to roll your hips against Bakugou’s touch. Lewd sounds continued to reverberate around the room as he continued his assault on your clit, trapping it between his lips.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” Bakugou spoke against your clit, his tongue lashing against the sensitive nub as you keened, “Can’t wait to split you apart on my cock.”

His words only serve to push you closer towards your orgasm, the coil inside you dangerously close to snapping as he curled the two fingers inside you, positioning them to drag along the same spongy spot inside you that he knew would have you seeing stars.

“Come on, Princess.” He hummed, sending dull vibrations straight to your clit as he dragged his tongue along your folds, “Shit, you taste so good.”

Gathering your slick as he slurped salaciously at your cunt, feasting on you like a man starved as crude noises filling the quiet kitchen. Pushing his tongue inside your tight heat, the pad stroking against your velvety walls as his nose bumped messily against your clit. A silvery string of your essence connecting his lips to your folds as he pulled back, half-lidded eyes glancing up at you as the line broke, splitting off against his chin.

“When’s the last time shitty Deku made you feel this good, Princess?” You keened at the tone of his voice at the nickname, gasping as he leaned forward to spit on your clit. The noise causing your sensitive nub to throb as the moisture trickled down your slit, his tongue catching it before it hit the curve of your ass as he devoured it back up before repeating the motion. Admittedly foreplay was never one of Midoriya’s strong points, no matter how hard he tried. He could never quite curl his fingers towards the right spot, or apply the right pressure to your clit, instead opting to just give up completely, “Oi, pay attention to me.”

You gasped in surprise as Bakugou landed a harsh smack to your slit, his calloused fingertips catching your clit. A dull stinging sensation flowing through your lower half as you involuntarily tried to close your thighs, but Bakugou’s grip was stronger as he held them apart. A low moan leaving your lips as the pain quickly turned to pleasure, your body easing into the sensation as you almost thought about challenging him once more just for him to repeat the motion.

“Of course you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Fuckin’ slut.” Bakugou smirked, thumbing your clit, “So fuckin’ good.” He murmured to himself as he slipped two fingers back to rub against your folds, parting them as he delved back inside your tight hole. Instantly curling the digits towards the spongy spot inside you as he began to piston them in a frantic motion.

“I know you’re close, I can feel you squeezin’ my fingers.” Bakugou smiled as he pressed a kiss against your clit, “Show me how pretty you look when you cum.”

With that Bakugou attached his lips back to your clit, sucking with vigour. Your toes curled as you cried out in pleasure. The dual stimulation causing your core to throb, your grip on his hair tightening as you ground yourself against his face with no regard for his need to breathe. Not that Bakugou seemed to mind, the motions ostensibly spurring him on.

“Katsuki.” You cried out, already feeling your orgasm swiftly approaching. His intense ministrations making it near impossible to focus on anything but the white-hot pleasure scorching your body, repeatedly proclaiming his name like a celestial mantra.  

“Good fuckin’ girl.” He howled, the blissful expression on your face making his chest swell with pride. His fingers unforgiving on your quivering walls as he continued to scissor them inside you, dragging them along your slick walls as he built you towards another orgasm.

“I can’t, ‘Suki. S’too much-'' You gasped, trying to shy away from him but his grip remained strong against you. Feeling your thighs squeeze either side of his head in a feeble attempt to close your legs.

A low, deliberate moan leaving his lips as he hummed around your clit, urging your body towards another swift release. Your pleas for him to give you a moment of respite falling on deaf ears as he began applying pressure on the soft spot inside you, rolling his wrist as he focused his attention on the same spot with each rearward motion.

An unfamiliar sensation building in your pelvis as you try to subdue it, feeling pearly tears begin to clump in your lashes as your body involuntarily begins to gush. A clear liquid spilling from your core and splashing against Bakugou’s face.

“Holy shit, that’s it Princess.” A look of pure glee on his features as he moves back to watch the liquid seeping from your body. Placing all four of his fingers against your clit as he begins to circle it sloppily, causing another smaller stream to leave your body. Your head banging against one of the kitchen cupboard units as your body convulsed from his movements, a dull ache throbbing at your scalp, but you showed little care. The pleasurable throb surging through your body had taken over all your rational thinking, “Fuckin’ squirt all over me.”

“Fuck. Katsuki-” You panicked as you saw his body glistening with your release, “I’m so sorry, I-”

“Why t’fuck you apologising?” Bakugou licked his lips, “Wait, was that the first time you’ve squirted?”

You bit your lip in response, your chest heaving as came down from your high. The look on your face giving him the answer he sought.

“Fuck,” He groaned at the thought. His cock twitching desperately between his thighs, standing to attention as pre continued to ooze from the tip, dribbling down the underside of his shaft. “Of course that prick couldn’t pleasure you properly.”

You watched with lidded eyes as Bakugou wrapped a large palm around his length, pumping himself slowly to try and appease the throb, “You look so fucked out for me, Baby. And you haven’t even had my cock yet-”

Bakugou stepped towards you to drag the drooling head of his cock along your folds. Focusing pressure against your sensitive clit as he pulled some squeals from your lips, smirking at the sound as he guided the tip lower. Bumping against your tight hole as he repeated the motion, slowly dragging his head along your cunt as he teased your slick entrance. Each time he’d venture back down Bakugou would give a roll of his hips, pressing his cock forward for the head to catch against your fluttering walls, desperately trying to suck him in.

Suddenly, you. heard the sound of the door opening, Wide eyes looking up at Bakugou in horror as you scrambled to push him away.

“Shit, he’s home.” You gasped, jumping off the counter as you reached for your shirt. Grabbing the crumpled fabric from the floor as you tugged it over your head sloppily. Trying to smooth out your hair as you panicked, already trying to think of how to explain the presence of your boyfriend’s childhood rival in your home, “Stay here.”

“I ain’t fuckin’ hiding from that prick,” Bakugou snarls.

You instantly feel fear running cold through your veins, your boyfriend's rival and old school friend was standing half naked in your kitchen. All Midoriya would have to do is turn a single corner and catch you both in the act and that would be it. Regardless of whether you were happy with Midoriya or not, you didn’t want him to find out, not like this. The thought of him walking in on you with another man, especially Bakugou had tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Your chest tightens as you struggle to breathe, trying desperately to calm yourself down as you watch Bakugou cross his arms over his chest in defiance.

“What’s so wrong if he fuckin’ sees us?” Bakugou reached for you, but you avoided his touch.

“Not now. Not like this-” You placed a palm on Bakugou’s bare chest, your eyes silently pleading with him, “Please, Katsuki.”

The look in your eyes made him stay silent, nodding his head in affirmation as he lingered in the kitchen, watching your retreating figure as you went to meet your boyfriend at the door. You gave him a small smile as you slipped out of the kitchen as you heard Midoriya continue to call your name out in the apartment. It was unusual for him to be home this early from work, but it was even more unusual for him to be calling out your name in your home when he returned. It made you feel uneasy, like he knew exactly what you’d been up to. The lies and sneaking around behind his back had caught up and you’d have to admit your mistakes and plead for his forgiveness, otherwise, you’d be on the front page of all the major tabloids for breaking top Pro-Hero Deku’s heart. Your stomach lurched as you came round the corner and into your boyfriend’s view, his green orbs lighting up when they caught sight of you.

“There you are, Princess.” Midoriya’s eyes lit up as they saw you, his arms instantly reaching out to pull you into a hug, “Hey.”

It felt foreign, your arms stiff at your sides before you slowly curled them around his waist. Feeling him press a gentle kiss to your forehead as he pulled back, his palms gripping your elbows as he held you against him. Terrified that he’d be able to smell Bakugou all over you and know the extent of your deception.

“You’re home early-” You managed to get out, wanting to ask whether it was because he knew what you’d been up to and if he’d be breaking up with you. The thought somehow made you feel uneasy, even though it was something you’d thought about happening for weeks.

“Yeah, I told work I was gonna take the rest of the day off.” Midoriya smiled, his hands stroking along your sides gently.

“You? Taking a day off-” The idea was now even more suspicious to you.

He must know.

“Yeah, I know you’ve been feeling a little down lately, and I’ve been neglecting you a lot because of work-” That was the understatement of the century, “So I thought I’d take the rest of the day off.”

“You don’t have to do that.” You avoided his gaze, guilt overpowering your senses as you swallowed thickly in an attempt to quench your dry throat.

“Yes, I do.” He persisted, “I’ve been taking you for granted.”

“You haven’t-” You hadn’t expected any of this from him, questioning where this had suddenly come from. Maybe he did notice what you had been up to with Bakugou. You hadn’t been as subtle as you had first thought, maybe this was his way of seeing whether you would admit it to him.

“I have been.” His palm moved to cup your cheek as you felt your body involuntarily leaning into his touch, missing the warmth and attention that he used to give you, “And you deserve better.”

“No, I don’t-” Your voice cracked, emotion welling inside you as you contemplated telling him about what you’d just done and exactly who was standing in your kitchen, “I-”

“I hope you haven’t started cooking yet?” Midoriya motioned towards the kitchen.

“No, why?” You shook your head silently, sniffling as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I’m taking you out for dinner.” His fingertips dug into your sides as his emerald eyes smiled down at you, “I’m going to make it up to you, I promise.”

It would take a lot more than dinner to fix the number of problems in your relationship, but even this minimal attention had your heart thumping in your chest like it had when you first started dating. You’d reverted back to the flustered mess you’d been when Midoriya had asked you out for the first time.

“Let me just grab a quick shower and we’ll go. Anywhere you want.”  His fingertips dug into your sides as his emerald eyes smiled down at you, “You might want to get changed too, I don’t think that’s really appropriate to go out in- I thought you’d thrown that shirt out.”

“Uh-” You’d remembered the conversation you’d had with Midoriya about the shirt, the fact that he didn’t like how it framed your body, and that he’d just buy you another. But you liked it, you felt comfortable in it so you’d just ended up hanging it back in your wardrobe.

“Why don’t you wear the dress you know I like?” Midoriya smiled, “You know the black one?”

“Y-yeah.” You smiled, watching as your boyfriend made his way towards the bathroom.

“I’ll be quick, alright?” You nodded as he shut the door behind him, quickly turning to make your way back to the kitchen where Bakugou was waiting for you.

“You took fuckin’ ages.” Bakugou groaned, pulling you back into his arms and pressing his lips against yours hungrily. Moving his fingers back underneath the oversized shirt you were wearing as his large palms kneaded the plush of your ass, “Why didn’t you tell him?”

“I- I think this is a bad idea-”

“What?” Bakugou pulled back from your lips to stare into your eyes.

“You need to go, Bakugou. This was a bad idea-”

“What?” A flash of hurt crossed his features at the sound of his surname leaving your lips, letting you out of his grasp as you grabbed for his discarded shirt from the floor, holding it up to his bare chest as he made no attempt to take it from you.

“Please, he can’t see us together-” You were panicked, you’d heard the sound of water running to indicate that Midoriya was preparing to shower, but this was too much of a risk. He could walk into the kitchen right now and see your infidelity.

“Is that it? Poor little Deku finally starts to give a shit about you again and you drop your fuckin’ panties?” Bakugou growled, finally snatching his shirt from you, “Pathetic.”

“I’m really sorry, but I should have never let it get this far. Izuku loves me-” You felt sick looking at the hurt look in his eyes, the look that turned to rage as his jaw locked.

Reality was beginning to creep back into your consciousness, the idea of your boyfriend catching you sneaking around behind his back filled you with dread. The idea of losing not just your relationship with Midoriya, but the way your friends would look at you for cheating on their best friend. You could already hear them judging you, the looks of disappointment on their faces as they would chastise you. How could you do that to Midoriya? He’s the perfect guy.

“You think he loves you?” Bakugou scoffed, “Don’t be fuckin’ stupid.”

“He does-” The words left your lips, but even you weren’t sure if they were true.

“Yeah right. You jumped at the chance when I text you, Princess. Betcha didn’t even do it on purpose, didn’t you?” Bakugou tugged his shirt on back over his messy blond locks, running a hand through them messily as he adjusted his clothing, “You wanted that excitement back in your life.”

“I told you it was an accident-”

“When’s the last time shitty Deku made you feel like that, hah?” Bakugou gripped your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, angling your face up to stare into his eyes, “Answer me.”

You bit the inside of your cheek hard, replaying his words in your mind. You didn’t know the answer.

“You need to go, Bakugou. Please-”

This was a terrible mistake. Things with Midoriya would get better, wouldn’t they? He’d already come home today to apologise for taking you for granted and wanting to make it up to you. You’d been selfish to try and look for love in other places, even if it had felt different with Bakugou. Your body already yearning to feel his body against you once more, to be entirely blanketed in his scent, his touch, him.

“Fine.” He snarled, brushing past you in the kitchen as he made his way through the door frame. Your feet following behind him as you heard the sound of the shower turn off, fear bubbling inside you, “You spend the rest of your life with shitty fuckin’ Deku. See if I fuckin’ care-”

“Please don’t be like that.” You murmured, already feeling your chest ache at his harsh words.

“You need to decide what you really want to do with your life, Princess.” Bakugou muttered huskily as he lingered at your front door, “Start thinking about what you want.”

You stood in the empty hallway for a moment as you stared at the spot Bakugou once occupied, your chest longing for him to be back here with you. Wishing that you hadn’t told him to leave, that you didn’t have to sneak around like this. Making your way towards the bedroom so you could get changed into the dress Midoriya wanted to see you in, glancing into the mirror to try and soothe your messy hair down in an attempt to make yourself look more presentable.

“Oh, you’re not changed yet, babe?” Midoriya walked into the room with a towel slung low around his waist, another rubbing his messy locks dry as he took in the sight of you in the same outfit, “I thought you were desperate for me to take you out.”

“I am,” You murmured, smiling at him through your reflection in the vanity.

“Well, come on then.” He tugged a grey shirt out from his side of the wardrobe, “I didn’t take a day off for nothing-”

You were distracted by Midoriya’s words as you heard the vibrations from your cell phone rumble against the wood of your vanity, your heart pounding against your ribcage as you raised the phone to read the text. A new incoming message from Bakugou.

Bakugou: You’re going to stay with him forever, aren’t you?

[lokiskitten]

could you please do one where the reader seduces him at a public place / dinner , and leaves him really frustrated and turned on , and he can't even react , but the reader gets it back once they get home

Tom Hiddleston | public teasing

Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

plot : for your first year anniversary, Tom decided to take you out on a romantic date. However, you find a way to distract your mind from the presence of the paparazzis by physically teasing your boyfriend. Once the two of you get home, the man is finally able to teach you a lesson.

warnings : verbal teasing, public teasing, smut, dirty talking, light bondage, spanking, unprotected sex.

Today marked the one year anniversary of both you and your lovely boyfriend Tom. You absolutely adored him, especially as he constantly filled you with happiness no matter his busy schedule. Through filming and attending set, Tom always made sure to shoot you a few texts in order to reassure your anxiety and to make sure that you knew how much he loved you. His fame tended to disturb you at first, but time had allowed you to get used to the intrusive media and paparazzis. Besides, Tom always made sure to keep you out of the spotlights as much as he could.

But tonight, another priority turned out to be more important than avoiding the press. Your boyfriend had decided to take you out for dinner to a fancy restaurant, making sure that everything would be perfect for you to enjoy. You felt excited indeed, but anxiety still bubbled in your stomach due to the constant fear of being photographed against your will.

Sitting down at the fancy table, your elbows rested against the edge of the table whilst your palms anxiously rubbed against one another. Your orbs scanned the candle which stood between you and your boyfriend, this romantic detail truly dipping you into the mood for some extra wine. Tom was going on with his meal, cutting his steak with the help of his fork and knife whilst you found yourself lost in your thoughts. Quickly enough, the grown man noticed how dizzy you looked and couldn’t help but put his stencils down.

“Hey, sweetheart?” He asked before passing his napkin against his lips. Your eyes diverted up towards him, eyebrow raising slightly whilst your hand reached out for your glass of wine. “What would you think about going to the park tomorrow? I heard there’s gonna be lovely weather.” Tom stated, sincerely doubting that this stupid statement would change anything to your anxious mindset. His large hand reached out for yours, thumb rubbing against the back of your hand in order to bring warmth to ease your physical distress.

You simply shrugged though allowed Tom’s hand to take yours, finding comfort in his touch. “I’m sorry.. this was supposed to be a lovely night. I just feel anxious.” You explained, putting your glass down before pulling your hand away in order to grab your own stencils. You finally began to eat, enjoying how nice this food tasted which wasn’t surprising seeing how fancy and elegant this place was. “I understand. But hey, it’s just us right now.” Tom affirmed confidently before going back to eating his meal just like you were doing.

Upon hearing this sentence, your eyes looked up at his focused facial features as mischievous thoughts built up in your mind. At least, it helped you think about something else than the potential presence of the paparazzis. “Just us?..” you asked on an innocent tone whilst your foot gently started to brush against his clothed ankle. Feeling the unexpected sensation against his leg, Tom looked up at you with rather confused eyes. Though this didn’t stop you, in contrary, it only enhanced your inner mischief.

Progressively, your foot moved up to his inner thigh before starting to press against his crotch, gently massaging his prominent bulge as if the two of you were sitting in your living room. Tom immediately reached underneath the table, taking ahold of your ankle in order to put to an end your teasing mannerisms. He looked to his left and then to his right, a happy grin now appearing onto your face upon seeing the distress of your boyfriend. Tom then settled his eyes on you as his large hand squeezed your ankle as a way of begging you to stop this evil action.

“What are you doing?” He whispered whilst leaning in gently, serious eyes staring into your soul. You giggled, biting down onto your tongue in order to stop yourself from laughing too loudly and avoid to attract attention on the two of you. Tom noticed that you were in a playful mood, a smirk now appearing onto his face as he decided to give in your little game and allow you to believe that you had won. Noticing this detail you agreed to pull your foot away, delicately resting it back onto the floor before taking a sip of your beverage.

[ ... ]

About a hour later, the two of you had now arrived back home, a yawn escaping your open mouth as you allowed your keys to fall down into the pot which was in the entrance of the apartment. “Jesus.. I feel absolutely exhausted. I’m so full.” You affirmed tiredly before stretching your arms whilst Tom hung his jacket onto the coat hanger. However, before you could even reach for the living room, you found yourself being suddenly pushed against the wall by none but your beloved boyfriend.

A giggle escaped your lips as your brain understood what this was all about, Tom’s stern look being enough to make you understand that he was now getting revenge for what you had previously done back at the restaurant. Guttural groans echoed behind his closed lips, blue eyes scanning your body as his head titled hungrily. You continued to playfully giggle, arms attempting to move up to his shoulders though without ever succeeding due to his own arms being in the way. This was a game the two of you had progressively developed throughout your relationship, a personal kink you both enjoyed to involve during intercourses.

“You deserve proper punishment.” Tom affirmed as his blue eyes finally looked up at yours, his facial features remaining strict. You knew that your part of the job was to refrain from putting up an attitude nor laughing, yet you couldn’t help but smile due to your playful mood which was progressively taking over your body and senses. Taking ahold of your arm, the man dragged you all the way up to the bedroom in a hurry, closing the door behind the two of you for extra privacy even though no one else stood in this shared apparement of yours. When Tom set you free, you stepped back towards the bed as you watched your boyfriend tear open his fancy shirt.

The buttons fell onto the floor, though Tom didn’t truly care as he knew that he had a bunch of other shirts waiting for him in his closet. You bit down onto your bottom lip, head tilting in a teasing manner as you waited for the grown man to finally give you the punishment you deserved. Approaching your silhouette, his hands pushed you down onto the bed before he took the initiative to remove his belt. Not once did you flinch, being fully aware that your boyfriend would never do anything to hurt you and that not even unintentionally. Tom took ahold of your ankles and dragged you close to his body and immediate reach, using the leather product in order to lock your hands together for good.

With you being at his mercy, a mischievous smirk now appeared onto Tom’s face as he looked down at you. “Look at you now...” he began, head tilting in awe. “Not so fierce anymore, huh? Do you still feel like teasing me?” The man questioned, earning nothing from you but a simple smile. He squinted his eyes, brain thinking about all the things he wanted to do to you. Meanwhile, his veiny hand brushed against your elevated knee, sending chills down your spine. Both of his hands suddenly reached down for your shirt, tearing it apart with the help of his natural strength he had previously used to reap open his own upper piece of clothing.

You yelped, chest now exposed to him as warmth started to build up in your needy crotch. You wanted him; you absolutely needed him. “My sweet girl.” He affirmed before flipping you around onto your stomach. Your bum was now exposed to him, his hand reaching down for your hips which he gripped in order to pull your ass upwards. This position felt uncomfortable, but you remained patient as you knew how good it would turn out to feel once your boyfriend would finally be rocking his hips against yours. “I’ll teach you what it costs to tease me in public.” Tom promised as his hand caressed and made its way up your back.

“Do the loki voice-!” You began only to be brutally interrupted by the sensation of Tom’s hand squeezing the back of your head. “No talking.” He ordered, the familiar mischievous tone answering your demand which caused a smirk to appear on your face. This specific tone was something thousands of girls dreamt to be submitted to, yet only you was able to enjoy it live and stereo. Besides, Tom secretly enjoyed it too. You giggled, allowing your boyfriend to carry on with his own plans which you would gladly accept to submit to.

Finally, Tom took the initiative to pull your pants and underwear down to your mid thighs, exposing your wet cunt to his sight and the lustful air which filled the room. You moaned, betraying the fact that you were indeed enjoying this little session of pure revenge. Again, Tom chuckled darkly. His fingers moved down to your moist entrance, gently rubbing up and down your slit in order to properly spray the wetness around before starting to focus onto your clit. He teased it for a couple of seconds, rubbing circles against the hard bud which was meant to hide underneath its protective hood.

You moaned, head tilting back slightly before Tom decided to pull his fingers away from your core. Pouting sadly face to this disappointment, your head turned to the side in a desperate attempt to see what the man was now doing. Unfortunately, this gesture didn’t turn out to be any successful. He was now working on removing his own pants, allowing the piece of clothing to fall down to his ankles as his hardening cock was set free. His tip brushed against your wet slit, his warmth mixing with yours as pants started to escape his parted lips.

“Tommy..” you whimpered submissively, earning a harsh spank against your naked bum for stepping past his main rule. He shushed you, his thumb and index finger taking a gentle hold of his shaft in order to properly guide it into your wetness. Spreading your swollen lips with the help of his other hand, Tom managed to ease himself inside of you rather easily, the sensation of his hardness sliding inside of your core causing you the moan out of relief. You probably wouldn’t have been able to handle waiting any longer.

“Ahh-.. such a dirty girl.” He praised, hands now moving away from both of your respective genitals in order to take a firm hold of your hips. Tom was soon to reach balls deep, brushing past most of your sensitive spots and causing your legs to tremble gently. He felt indulgent enough to offer you a couple of seconds to adjust to his size- even though you’ve felt it plenty of times by now, which he was aware of. The thrusting process was soon to occur, gaining in confidence and harshness as seconds passed by.

Tom winced and moaned lustfully, still holding onto your hips as if his life depended on it. You added up to the melody by allowing your own moans to escape your lips, enjoying the way his tip repetitively rubbed against your g-spot and hit your cervix. Your joint hands gripped onto the bedsheets, eyelids shutting close so that your brain would be fully able to enjoy what was going on and building up in your lower abdomen. “Fuck- your going to make me cum sooner than...” Tom stated through his winces, abs contracted as he continued to thrust in and out of you.

Before the two of you could know it, Tom’s shaft throbbed and clenched, semen spraying out of his urethra and landing against your pulsating cervix. You moaned in awe, Tom towering over your body as his hands now fell beside your head. His digits clenched against the bedsheets, guttural moans escaping his shaky lips as he didn’t refrain from ejaculating all of his sperm inside of your stretched wetness. Your bum moved up against his hips, enhancing the intense contact whilst your boyfriend took time to properly wash his orgasm away.

Once he was finally done coming inside of you, the older man pulled out and allowed his tired body to fall down onto the bed besides your recovering self. The two of you panted, your body relaxing against the bed sheets as it was now your mind’s turn to recover from this intense intercourse.

I hope you guys enjoyed this! Feel free to leave a request. ❤️

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

A date| Yuji Itadori

Reader: female

Warnings: Sukuna being Sukuna

JJK Masterlist

"For the lovey lady!" The man at the booth spoke handing Y/n the largest stuffed Dragon she had even held.

"Thank you!" She smiled, looking over at Itadori, "Look how big he is!"

Itadori chuckled, happy that she was happy. 

"Sorry, again I couldn't take you anywhere fancy for our three-month anniversary ." He admitted sheepishly.

"What!? This is way better than some lousy restaurant!" Y/n told him a smile still plastered on as she talked, "You know why?"

"Why?"

"Because One: You get to hold me the whole time," Y/n told, "And two: I got this guy!"

She presented her dragon to the moon as Itadori laughed, "Yeah? And what's his name?"

Y/n hummed in thought, "Sukuna!"

"Sukuna?" he questioned. 

"Yeah, I like both parts of you, so now, I can have both parts of you at the same time," Y/n smiled.

"She is not naming the fucking thing after me." Sukuna barked at Itadori in his head.

"Sukuna's perfect babe." Itadori told her, who was he to spoil her fun?

"Ugh, we better be getting laid tonight then!" Sukuna argued.

"We?" Itadori responded back mentally.

"Yeah! We! Hey- Don't cut me off! You damn brat!" Sukuna shouted at him.

Itadori hit the side of his head in a matter to shut Sukuna up.

"You okay?" Y/n questioned.

Itadori nodded, "Just a bug, it's been following me around."

Y/n nodded, "Hey! You should let me win you a prize!" Y/n suggested, "Come on! Whatta ya want? A Dolphin!? A Unicorn!?"

Y/n went on suggesting prizes she'd win for him, he was glad to have her and blessed in every way in his heart and soul. Y/n was...she was...well she was all accepting. She accepted Sukuna with open arms and all the little bits and pieces that came along with him. She kissed him when he was under the weather and hugged him in the dead of night making him toasty against the cold. She was everything to him.

"What about an Axolotl?" Itadori finally answered.

"One Axolotl coming up!"

One game later Itadori had a massive orange Axolotl in hand, the two laughing as they walked away from the stand.

"Did you see his face when I got it with one shot!"  Y/n laughed.

"Priceless!" Itadori cheered as they let their laughing selves wander into the building arcade games set up in the dark warehouse. 

Itadori brought her into a kiss, Y/n kissing back with a smile. The two would play games for the next hour, both making sure to keep a single token and ticket as their true souvenirs. They continued around hand in hand, stopping to share a crepe along the way. Feeding each other forks fulls happily they laughed, almost choking on the powdered sugar causing them to laugh even harder. 

Finished with their confection they tossed the waste in a bin and started walking out the fair. Tired yet happy.

"My dad said he's gonna pick me up from the train station." Y/n commented, "You want a ride back to the school?"

"I'll be okay." Itadori told, "Wouldn't want anything to be awkward anyways."

"Come on baby, your amazing, I'm sure he'll love you," Y/n told.

"One day..." Itadori told, kissing her cheek as they made their way to the station, they both waiting for her father.

Itadori gladly held her close, his jacket dropped on her shoulders as she laid her head on his chest. What a peaceful moment. 

"OIIII! Y/N!"

Y/n flinched as the car came to a halt. Out of the car was hanging Gojo, with a smile on his face as Nanami came to a stop.

"He wouldn't get out." Nanami protested.

"Did you guys go eat?" Y/n questioned.

"Unfortunately, have to get home," Nanami spoke, Gojo getting out of the car.

"We?" Itadori questioned, "You...live with....HE'S YOUR DAD NO WAY"

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First Dates with The BAU

• It took absolutely forever for Rossi to ask you out — he only came to his senses after Hotchner cornered him.

DAVID ROSSI

• Both of you are BAU agents and you had only been on the team for a few months; Aaron started to see Dave get distracted by you and he finally confronted him about it.

• David invited you over to his place for dinner and a movie, and honestly when he asked you over, you nearly fainted.

• You arrived 15 minutes early, so you ended up sitting in your car giving yourself a pep talk until it was exactly 6:30, which was the time agreed upon.

• When he opened the door, he was speechless.

• You were dressed like you'd been going to a charity ball. You were absolutely dazzling.

• He didn't hesitate to step aside and let you into his home.

• The smells. The warmth. Everything felt like something out of a dream.

• Rossi told you stories and charming jokes over dinner; he made you his favorite meal, carbonara.

• The evening was going really well and your face had started to ache from how much you'd been smiling.

• Overall the night felt like a dream, other than the fact that you'd drank a bit too much wine when you were trying ease your nerves.

• Rossi ended up snatched your keys and gave you a pair of pajamas to change into.

• He'd picked out some classic Italian film for you guys to watch after your meal, and you snuggled up to Dave's side to watch it.

• After the movie, he led you to a guest room in his self-proclaimed mansion and got you into bed before saying goodnight and leaving.

• Unbeknownst to you, he checked in on you every half hour for the next 3 hours before passing out in his own room a couple doors down from the one you were in.

• You woke up the next morning to Dave with a cup of coffee and an over the counter pain pill.

• Dave gave you back your keys and said his goodbyes before letting you head off to work.

• You always had a go bag stashed in your car, so you didn't bother driving home, and you headed off to Quantico.

• When you had gotten into work, Derek approached you, but before he could say anything about your sunglasses or your clearly disheveled appearance, you held your hand up to silence him and scuttled to the bathroom, go bag in hand and dreading all the questions you'd be asked today.

• Aaron had met you during a case, seeing as your brother was their unsub.

AARON HOTCHNER

• You instantly felt a connection when he first spoke to you, but didn't act on it until nearly 6 months after the case was closed.

• Agent Hotchner gave you his personal number if you'd ever needed to talk and one day, you took advantage of that.

• It was the anniversary of your brother being put in prison and you were exceptionally emotional - which ended up in a sad and tipsy call to the agent.

• Aaron's day was just going to be dedicated to paperwork from his latest case, but he decided he'd get to it another time.

• You were a hot mess when Hotchner arrived, but you couldn't bring yourself to get off of the couch and fix yourself up.

• He quickly picked up on what you were going through; a few cans of fruity flavored beer were semi-crushed and sitting on your coffee table along with a pint of sugary sweet ice cream and what looked like a nest of blankets was piled up on your couch.

• He easily made his way through your apartment since he'd been there before and got you a glass of water to try and help sober you up.

• He talked you through your tears and pain, all while making sure you were well taken care of.

• Before you realized it, it was 5pm and Aaron was still sitting beside you on your couch.

• For the last few minutes, you'd been watching some old kids shows in silence; it was just something that helped you calm down and he was actually enjoying the time he'd spent with you.

• You got up from the dent in the couch that you'd been wallowing in and stretched.

• There was no way you were going to cook tonight, so you ordered a couple of large pizzas to be delivered.

• Both of you had eaten pizza and you chattered about some whacked out theory about the show Rugrats, while Aaron just listened and made sure you were distracted from whatever turmoil that your brothers villainy had caused.

• When the day was over and Aaron was ready to return home to his son, he gave you a card for a support group that he thought would benefit you.

• And that's where you expected it to end; after all this was just him doing his job, right?

• Wrong.

• He showed a kind of bashfulness that you absolutely did not expect from the stern man, and he asked if he could take you out on an actual date.

• Obviously, you said yes.

• Your first date wasn't ideal, but, both of you enjoyed your time together.

DEREK MORGAN

• Derek went to a club with Penelope and Emily when he first met you and right off the bat he was into you.

• You started talking and instantly clicked — unfortunately, he couldn't spend the night with you due to being called into work, but you set up a date to see each other again, then you exchanged numbers and he disappeared.

• The first few times you'd try to go out on a proper date with him, he'd keep getting called into work beforehand, so he'd have to take a rain check.

• Finally, he was actually free for a night and you invited him over to your apartment for dinner and some drinks.

• He arrived only seconds after the clock struck 5PM and god you were awestruck as soon as you seen him.

• This man made you question how clothes could be tight and yet, still seem loose.

• Happily, you let him into your home which had a warm glow and atmosphere; your lights were dimmed, soft music was playing throughout the house, the delicious scent of food being cooked was in the air — it was amazing.

• You made an array of drinks for the both of you and conversed about anything either of you could think of.

• Derek charmed his way into dancing around the room with you before you'd have to take the food you were cooking off the heat.

• Dinner was about the same; the male joked and chattered, throwing out compliments here and there.

• The night seemed perfect, you even got in a couple of smooches — and then his phone started ringing.

• You understood when he had to leave, which was around 10PM.

• He promised he'd make it up to you and take a full vacation day for you, so you could have a date night at his place next.

JENNIFER JAREAU

• Originally, the plan was for you to be Henry's caretaker while JJ was working — though it deviated sometime after about 6 months of being employed by her.

• You had major crush on your boss, and sometimes, it felt like she was in the same situation; though you doubted it.

• One night before tucking Henry in for bed, he said he wanted to tell you a secret.

• “Mommy really likes you. . .”

• That simple phrase made butterflies become trapped in your stomach, but you tried to push them down.

• “I really like her too. . .”

• It felt good to actually say it.

• Now, confiding in a little kid about you liking their mom wasn't too wise; the secret wasn't kept for more than a week.

• Jennifer approached you one night after she'd came home from work — Henry was already asleep in his room and you were doing coursework for college when she asked to have dinner with you tomorrow night.

• You didn't even hesitate to accept her invitation.

• The place wasn't very fancy, but that was 100% fine with you.

• It was a small 24 hour diner outside of town that had the best breakfast that you'd ever eaten.

• The two of you chattered about how Henry's fine motor skills and how his speech was developing, and how your classes were going.

• The night was perfect, she even went out of her way to drive yourself to your place — even though she insisted you stay at hers because it was rather late, but you needed to get some housework done, and chose to go home.

• That night, you spent nearly an hour thinking about the date before passing out.

SPENCER REID

• The good doctor met you during a case not too far off from Quantico.

• You were doing an hands on internship with a medical examiner and Dr. Reid happened to come by to get autopsy details and the toxicology report from a recent string of homicides that the BAU was investigating.

• Almost instantly, he struck something in you and you couldn't keep your eyes off of him.

• The way he spoke so factually on the unusual way that this ‘unsub’ tortured his victims before they succumbed to death, just made you more interested in the supposed genius.

• Sooner than you'd hoped, the BAU wrapped their case up and you were in fear that the chance to actually talk to Spencer was about to slip between your fingers.

• That was until Spencer and Agent Rossi came in one last time.

• You swallowed the nervousness bubbling inside of you and quickly asked him for his number.

• To your surprise, he actually gave it to you rather quickly.

• He was just as entranced with you as you were with him.

• One night, you'd gotten off early and decided to invite Spencer over to your apartment.

• You'd fixed up a simple meal for the two of you and make sure your apartment was in tip-top shape.

• When he arrived, you were in awe. He was dressed up in a suit, which wasn't far from what you'd first seen him in, however he was glowing.

• He looked like he'd slept pretty well, he was donning a soft smile and holding out a small bouquet made up of red carnations, yellow jasmine flowers, and multicolored hibiscuses. They complimented each other well.

• You, of course, gracefully accepted the bouquet and welcomed him into your home, situating the flowers in an elegant vase at the table.

• You and Spencer spent the night talking about anything and everything; you found his knowledge fascinating and beautiful.

• The date ended in you both passing out intertwined in each others limbs on the couch while a cheesy rom-com played out on the TV.

EMILY PRENTISS

• Emily first seen you while you were doing an interview with Hotchner to join the BAU.

• The agents of the BAU sat, staring into the office as you smiled sweetly and spoke to Hotchner about your experience in criminal psychology and communications, and thus far he seemed intrigued.

• It was almost instantly that Emily was enamored; you were just too beautiful for her to ignore.

• About half an hour later, you and Hotch exited the office, he shook your hand with a look of accomplishment on both of your faces.

• With a loud clearing of his throat, any remaining agents or passerbys turned their attention to the head agent as he prepared to make an announcement.

• Applause erupted as your eyes scanned the room, landing on the black haired beauty that was SSA Emily Prentiss.

• “Will you please welcome our new agent, Y/n L/n, to the BAU.”

• You situated your new desk with the few belongings that you'd had in your bag.

• The work day was coming to an end while other agents put away any remaining paperwork that they'd been working on and out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the pretty agent from before approaching your desk.

• Obviously, you agreed and headed out with the rest of the group.

• “Hey, a few of us were going out to get drinks, and we were wondering if you'd like to come with us to celebrate you joining the BAU?”

• Agent Hotchner bought the first round of celebration drinks and made a toast in honor of their new agent.

• Not too long after the toast, Emily sat beside you and formally introduced herself before making conversation.

• The two of you spent the night learning about each other and talking about what your job may entail.

• After a while, and about 4 drinks, you were taking a cab with her back to her place.

• She insisted that you spend the night at her place and meet her cat, Sergio, and you agreed.

• The rest of the night was fuzzy, but you woke up in a bed that was unfamiliar with a cat laying on top of you and the smell of pancakes and bacon filling your nostrils.

• You carefully moved, the cat hopping off once he'd realized you woke up.

• Gently, you walked to the kitchen to find Emily cooking breakfest looking lively as ever.

• “Good morning, hotcakes.”

• With a nervous chuckle, you awkwardly asked if anything had happened between the two of you the night prior.

• “Oh heavens, no; we were both much too drunk. I slept on the couch.”

• A huge sigh of relief came from you as Emily sat a plate of food in front of you along with a couple asprin and a coffee.

• You thanked her for her kindness, but she waved it off with a pink tint rising to her cheeks and ears.

• You ate breakfast and headed to work together.

• Once you entered the BAU, SSA Morgan began wiggling his brows at Emily, earning a playful punch to the shoulder.

PENELOPE GARCIA

• You first met the effervescent Penelope Garcia when SSA Derek Morgan came into the ER with some minor injuries due to their latest mission; she, of course, was freaking out.

• “What if he's really hurt? Or — or —”

• She enveloped you in a hug, thanking you for your effort to calm her down, and you hugged her back with a comforting squeeze.

• “Don't worry, Miss Garcia, he only has some scrapes and bruises, he'll be back to normal before you know it. We're just making sure that he gets the proper care he needs before he can return to work.”

• After guiding her through some simple breathing exercises, her heart rate began to lower.

• Only moments passed before Derek came out with a smile and they had a small chat, which included Penelope scolding him for being reckless.

• Savannah came and picked Derek up, leaving you and Penelope alone in the empty waiting room.

• “Hey, so Miss nurse - sorry I didn't get your name. . .”

• “Well, Miss L/n, would you perhaps like to go out and get a drink with me, sometime?”

• “It's Y/n, Y/n L/n.”

• And with that, you got her number and met her the next week at a high end restaurant.

• You brought her some assorted roses and made sure the meal was paid for, although she tried to pay you, but you told her not to worry about it.

• You spent the night listening her speak about the things she was passionate about.

• Unfortunately, about half an hour passed by before you'd gotten called back in by the hospital.

• You drove Penelope to her apartment and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

• “I really enjoyed tonight, Penelope.”

• “I did too, Y/n, but next time I'm paying the bill.”

• She giggled and gave you a quick smooch before shuffling into the apartment, leaving you flushed as you headed back to work.

• “So there's going to be a next time?”

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The Wonders of Magic Pt. 1

Non magical!Twisted Boys x Witch!Reader

A/N: This has been sitting in my brain for a while since I have Little Witch Academia brainrot and I love snooty rich boys asdfljsfaj

Characters: Keep reading to find out!!

Warnings: Language and Y/N goes by she/her pronouns 

Summary: Dealing with magical adventures and society deeming magic as “flashy but worthless” doesn’t deter Y/N L/N from reaching her goal of becoming a powerful witch. However, what will she do when she has to find a way to stop the selling Calypso Academy? 

~~~

All your life you had dreamed of being a witch, however there was a slight problem. You weren't a magic user.

And as magic use had started to become more oppressed and scarce, magic schools were starting to open their doors to all walks of life. Making the most elite schools fall to their knees.

Either you lose your elite status or fall into debt.

So this was good opportunity for you, you managed to make it into one of the most renowned magic schools in the country, Calypso Academy. But it wasn't all peaches and cream, you weren't exactly accepted among your peers. Your family weren't magic users, nor were they wealthy. Yet you still pursued magic, there was a fire burning in your heart that just drew you in all your life. And you couldn't let your dream go just because of some mean girls. But this is the story of how you met some of your greatest obstacles.

 ~~~

It was the night of the great Ball, Calypso academy was having it's 350th anniversary. And you unlucky for you, you still didn’t know how to ride a broom since you were learning from the ground up. 

So there you were, by yourself, in one of the open fields of your campus. Trying to make this broom fly. 

And in your flight teacher Ms. Flint’s words, “If the broom doesn’t leave the ground, you can’t step a foot in the ball.” And so far, your feet have been stuck on the ground.

You felt horrible. I mean, what witch doesn’t know how to fly a broom? And while you were incredibly dejected

 from your failures, you knew you couldn’t just let it go. 

‘The trick it to be determined, yet feel as light as a feather. Be one with the broom’ your manifestation teacher, Mrs. Fairi had softly advised. You had to do this for for her, she already put so much faith in you, she would be so disappointed if she didn’t see you at the ball. 

“Nubes Volant ro!” You casted, pushing your leg to lift. Expecting your legs to come back down and for your shoes to hit the softness of the grass... but it never came.

You opened your eyes and there you were, suspended in air. 

Your excitement was indescribable, but you needed to be skilled enough to meet the requirements for Ms. Flint. So you tried and tried again, and while a little shaky you still managed to fly and do a stable landing! 

“I did it! Screw everyone in this academy who doubted me!” You  squealed a little loud, doing a little dance. You heard  footsteps and chuckling, but you brushed it off as some of your classmates. Too excited to care, you grabbed your things and ran off to show Ms. Flint.   But there was one problem, the entire point of this celebration was to both celebrate the anniversary but... it was begging as well. It was no secret that Calypso was losing money to pay taxes, but they were being pressured to give it all up. So to persuade the buyers, they had invited their son's to be enriched in witch culture and tradition. To prove them wrong and show that magic has value. However the students of the academy weren't aware of the true intentions behind the invites of the son's of these rich men. Many whispered in the halls about the upcoming ceremony. Talking about how handsome the young men attending were. But the day of the party was finally here! The banquet was absolutely incredible with 25 foot tables of food on both sides of the ballroom. Crystal chandeliers with floating candles illuminating and creating a heavenly golden light. And the great ancient tapestries that surrounded the room. There was no way that anything could mess up your night. 

But then, you heard a shout from a classmate in the crowd. "The nobles sons! They're here!" You stopped stuffing your face for a moment. Everyone cleared the way for the grand wooden doors as they opened, a red carpet elegantly draping the piece of floor it laid on. Designer shoes clicked as they touched the ground. Every girl eyes followed as they walked, you snuck past some trying to get a glimpse of their features. They were five of them being escorted by one older gentleman, all incredibly handsome young men. One had a bright smile that was genuine and waving at some of the girls in the crowd. While the other had a smirk not paying anyone any mind, as if he was calculating something. One held a solemn expression, yet was incredibly poised and graceful. The last two however wore scowls, one that showed he most definitely didn’t want to be here while the other just looked strict. 

They sat down in their seats in the front table that awaited them. Each seat was just as fancy as a king’s throne, with gold embellishments and velvet seats. 

It was a cookie cut scene, they were made for this life of luxury.

~~~

It was an hour into the ceremony, showcasing tricks and theatrical dances from every witch culture from around the globe. But it was almost as though nothing was satisfying them, besides the one with white hair. While he adorned a smile, there was something behind his eyes, as though he was doing some critical thinking. 

Nothing was enough for them. 

But it was toward the end and the noble’s sons were promised a tour. Every witch in the school was made to study up on knowledge of the campus. So that if you were the “lucky winner” you wouldn’t look like a complete fool. 

As you snacked on your chocolate filled croissant, Ms. Flint with her booming voice had called everyone’s attention to the center of the stage. Raising her wand, a split of golden light had displayed random names. 

Knowing your luck, you knew you wouldn’t be picked. I mean this was probably a tactic to get people to study the school’s magical history. It did work, as if there was a slight chance you were chosen you wouldn’t want to make a fool out of yourself in front of people like you usually did. But, Principal Hendrix wouldn’t be so irresponsible as to let a random student represent the school, right? 

Exactly. But even then, you sure did feel sorry for whoever was to give the tour-

“Y/N L/N!”

...

Remember what you said about shitty luck? 

Shocked was an understatement. Even though you had your two best and only friends Silva and Miete patting you on the back telling you congrats and to do your best, the hammering of your heart was too heavy for you to handle. 

Whispers broke out for a moment, a lot of girls were incredibly disappointed but cleared the way for you to go up the stairs and talk to Ms. Flint and Principal Hendrix. 

“Good job, Y/N. Now if you wouldn’t mind, please give these young men a tour of Calypso, would you?” Principle Hendrix said gently with a smile.

“Ha, ha, of course! But surely there’s been a mistake, I mean Lydia could probably recite the information without having to read a single book-” 

“No way, L/N. You were chosen, now do the tour please, the latest you can be back is at 9pm,” Ms. Flint replied, cutting you off sharply. 

“You’re an incredibly charismatic student, Y/N. Just keep them entertained,” Principle Hendrix whispered as you walked toward the table.

Be charismatic, not awkward! Got it!

“Alrighty then! Who’s ready for a tour?” you said, almost giving finger guns as a mechanism. 

“Oh, I am!” 

“Yes,  I’ve been wanting to see the range of this property in person.”

“Yes, I would like to get this over with. I have an appointment tomorrow and I would not like to miss it.”

Other than that, all you received was a nod and an eye roll. But it’s better not to pry and ask for more from them. 

Each getting out of their seats, you walked outside. Hearing cheers from the crowd and the occasional “Vil! I love you!” which made you a little embarrassed. 

Feeling the night breeze and seeing the stars poke through calmed you down slightly, it was 7:45 and all you had to do was blabber at them about the school until 9. 

Easy task, Y/N. Easy!

~~~

Once you got outside, the tour had been running smoothly for only a couple of minutes. But you couldn’t help but feel as though they started scanning you, as if they saw you from somewhere. Until unfortunately, the sunshine of the group’s lightbulb had went off. 

“Oh! You’re the girl with the broomstick towards the front of the school! You looked so happy practicing.” 

“There must be a mistake-”

“Are you sure? If so then I guess you have a doppelganger” the boy with glasses teased. 

“Didn’t you say, ‘Screw everyone at this academy’?” the short, red head questioned, persecuting your behavior. 

“Well some people here aren’t exactly the nicest. It was just an excitement of the moment thing, sorry,” You said, trying to get Mr. Non-Rule Breaker off your back. 

~~~

So... you had accidently overshared about your adventures on campus. 

It had all started when one of the boys looked shocked that the ancient Willow tree was thriving and looking beautiful as ever. When he looked at it from pictures given to him, it was completely lifeless and grey. 

“This tree, it looks completely different? It’s been sickly for years! How is this possible?” He asked, as his main piece of evidence the white haired boy gave to his father to buy this property was foiled. 

“Oh, that was me. They had willow worms in the roots that were ready to hatch and I accidently brought them out,” you said, a little prideful, yet it was quickly stomped out.

“That is highly irresponsible, you should’ve had a professional complete that task, not an inexperienced student,” the red haired boy scoffed, it seemed as though he didn’t respect this school at all. Yet the boy with grey hair and glasses paid him no mind, still incredibly astonished, but it was quickly wiped from his face and replaced with a somewhat of a sour look. As though you beat him at some game he was playing.

“...Interesting. I never knew magic could do something of that caliber,” he remarked,  pushing up his glasses. 

“Magic is incredibly useful, Mr...” 

Shit. You didn’t get their names...

“My apologies, I didn’t catch your guy’s names,” you said, placing a hand behind your head. 

You had never in your life seen a group of people get so surprised, besides the other white haired boy, who was happy to tell you his name. 

“I’m Kalim, Kalim-Al-Asim!” he said, shaking your hand with a vigor, “It’s a little funny that you don’t know who we are, but I like that about you!” 

How was it funny? You’ve never seen these people in your entire life? The blonde man was especially offended as you glanced at him for his name. 

“Vil Schoenheit. Actor, singer, dancer, beauty influenc-” 

“Hmmm, Vil I can’t help but feel that you’re angry at Ms. L/N for not knowing who you are,” the boy with glasses remarked before taking your hand, “Azul Ashengrotto, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

“I’m Riddle Rosehearts,” the short red-haired boy said.

“...Leona Kingscholar.” 

“Alright, I’m glad I got your names! Let’s get a move on! I have got to show you some more stuff!” you said before moving along, gaining more confidence as you talked to them. 

Maybe this tour wasn’t so bad after all!

~~~

Coming up:

“How did you not know who the noble’s sons are?!” Miette yelled, but her soft voice wasn’t exactly giving the shocking boom to emphasize her feelings.

“I’m sorry! Everything was completely fine after that, if this whole tour was such a big deal then I would’ve studied them more instead of the school,” you said, completely pooped out from last night. 

So much pressure on you made you very tired out, and all of these new details coming out made you feel even more guilty for your half-assed tour. 

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

Hi hi! I was wondering if you could do a dick Grayson x Avatar like fem reader with either a jealous Babs or Zatanna I hope that made sense🥲

True Love’s Kiss

Pairing: Dick Grayson as Nightwing x Reader

Warnings: I don’t think so

Word Count: 4.1K

@writing2sirvive : Hi love, me again but with a request this time. If you have time of course. I was thinking true love’s kiss with Dick Grayson. You can go crazy with it because I know you love Dick Grayson as much as I do. Btw I love your writing so much.

A/N: I think I did it wrong...cuz even though this is a Dick Grayson x reader fic, it’s mostly centred around reader and Zatanna???? Sorry about that???

You were fine with knowing that Dick was still friends with most of his exes. You completely accepted that he was able to keep functional relationships with most of them. In fact, it showed you how amicable and neutral Dick was and how he never held any grudges against people.

Of course, you were surprised by the sheer number. And the fact that he seems to interact with them practically every day. But eventually you managed not to let yourself get too bothered by it.

I mean, how could you? Barbara was the smartest, funniest, most approachable person you had ever met. She always made sure not to overstep her boundaries and was unusually open with you, given that Dick was her ex-boyfriend.

Raquel was adventurous and fun and you always had a good time when you were around her. She was another one who was respectful of your relationship. She never brought up her past flings with Dick, nor did she ever try and put you down. In fact, she was one of the people who really shipped the two of you.

You liked most of his exes. To the point where it made Dick kind of uncomfortable.

You liked most of his exes.

Ever since you had joined the team, being introduced as Nightwing’s significant other, Zatanna had been a constant thorn in your side. She was nice and sweet but there was something about her that rubbed you the wrong way. You could tell almost immediately that she wasn’t quite over her relationship with Dick. Short as it was.

Or maybe she was just the type of person who didn’t want someone, but didn’t want others to have the same person either.

Nonetheless, being around her put you constantly on edge. You lost count of how many times she redirected a conversation to be about her previous relationship with your boyfriend. ‘Oh, Dick took you to a fancy restaurant for your birthday? Well, I remember back when we were dating, he threw a huge party for me on mine.’

‘Oh, you celebrated your one-year anniversary with Dick in Paris? Well during our 3-month-aversary he bought me an expensive necklace.’

It didn’t bother you in the slightest. At least, not in the way that she hoped. It didn’t make you insecure or doubt or feel intimidated by her. It was just an annoyance that you couldn’t shake off, like the teacher you didn’t like or your annoying neighbour.

Unfortunately, Zatanna couldn’t take a hint that it made you and your friends (Barbara and Raquel included) uncomfortable and slightly irritated. Yet, everyone was just waiting for you to express the slightest distaste, not wanting to step on your toes. However, they were quick to change the topic in case they thought she was going too far.

Dick had been blissfully unaware of everything and you wanted to keep it that way. The last thing you needed was this turning into some sort of issue, especially since Zatanna was still his teammate.

However today you had enough.

You could look past Zatanna’s petty jealousy but allowing the jealousy to come to the forefront during a mission was where you drew the line.

Dick, M’Gann and Conner had been on a covert mission for Batman and out of the country and under team vote decided that you should be made in charge until he returned, since you were the only other older member (other than Zatanna but you were voted leader unanimously. Something you were extremely proud about). That was well and good, until you had been given a mission.

Regardless of how much you did not want to work with Zatanna without the others there to wrangle her, you had to put your personal feelings aside when you had a mission to complete.

You thought you could both be professionals about it and act like mature adults.

You were dead wrong.

If it wasn’t disagreements, it was insubordination. If it wasn’t insubordination, it was blatant arrogance. She questioned your judgment in front of the other members and even had the nerve to argue with you about mission strategies. You were trying to look out for everyone and put yourself in the line of fire since the squad members were better at stealth.

Zatanna seemed to think you were trying to steal the show and insisted that she be partnered with you even though you wanted someone with the younger members to keep them safe.

When you relented and agreed to go stealth, she accused you of ducking out and intentionally trying to put her in danger. The others had to watch as steam practically came out of your ears when you relented once again and decided you’d be with her because you honestly couldn’t argue with her much longer.

As if that wasn’t infuriating enough.

The straw that broke the camel’s back was when she refused to work as a team, putting the mission at risk and nearly getting the both of you hurt. She was fighting on her own, not bothering to have your back and going into it alone. Obviously, the two of you were overpowered quickly once they realized that you were pretty much behaving solo.

Luckily, the others pulled through and got you both out of there before anything horrible happened.

You sat in the ship, jaw clenched so tightly that they swore they could hear your teeth cracking, fists nearly white as you tried to control your anger and keep yourself from screaming at her while you were still in the air.

Once the ship landed in the docking bay and Zatanna was the first one to leave without saying another word, you snapped.

“What the hell did you think you were doing today!” You growled out, fisting her collar and stopping her in her tracks.

“What are you talking about?” She feigned innocence and you felt your skin burning. Everything around you faded out and all you could feel was fury. In hindsight, you would have liked to handle this issue in a more refined manner, but you honestly couldn’t care.

So, you didn’t notice the rest of the team, along with the a few members of the Justice League watching you chew Zatanna out.

Whatever would keep you from lighting her on fire was enough.

“I’m talking about putting the mission, not to mention ourselves in jeopardy, all because you can’t stop acting like a spoilt brat!” You hissed.

She rolled her eyes and you and the thought of strangling her briefly crossed your mind before she shoved your hands off her, dusting herself off like your fingerprints were dirt, “You need to stop blaming others for your inadequacy.”

She turned on her heel sharply and walked away. Blood pounded through your ears and your fingers twitched by their sides before you formed a whip of water from the bay and lashed it against her feet.

Zatanna, caught off guard, was thrown across the room before she caught herself with a muttered spell and turned around, glaring at you furiously.

“We’re going to settle things, right here, right now!”

“If you would stop being so insecure, then we could sort out our differences like mature adults!” She screamed back at you and before you could control it, flames erupted from beneath your feet and raced towards her, scorching the ground beneath it.

Each puff of breath you took released sparks. Zatanna immediately got into an offensive stance, levitating one of the weapons crates and chucking at you. You blocked it effortlessly using a wall of earth before throwing an inferno at her.

You kept fighting, flames and splashes of water going into the air every time you collided. The others watched in fear as you both raced towards each other, it looked like neither of you were holding back.

Before you could strike her again, you were being pulled away by Superman and as Zatanna was by Batman, they both pulled you yards apart. Even with his strong, authoritative grip on you, you couldn’t stop thrashing in his arms, throwing gusts of air at her.

“(Y/N). Enough.” Superman spoke in your ear and you calmed down, relaxing in his grip. He let you go after and you winced, feeling your skin bruise where he grabbed you. He gave you an apologetic glance at that.

“You both have to put your differences aside and work as a team or you won’t be allowed to go on any more missions.” Batman told you, voice firm but it didn’t shake you.

“No, Zatanna is going to have to put her issues with me aside and learn that when I have been elected as leader of the squad then you are supposed to put your petty jealousy aside and know your place.” You spat.

“You weren’t right for the position!”

“I did everything right! And if it hadn’t been for you, we wouldn’t have been under open fire tonight!”

“You’re not the boss of me!”

“When I am the leader of the squadron then I am! And you’re meant to listen and not question my judgement because you’re being blinded by your pathetic jealously!”

“I’m not jealous of you!”

“Oh, please! That’s the biggest load of crap I’ve heard from you and it was all proved today! Admit it! You were immature and fucking stupid because you can’t get over that fact that you dated Dick for what? 3 months?”

“That’s because he’s supposed to be with me!” 

“LIKE HELL HE IS!” You roared.

Batman felt a little helpless watching the two of you scream at each other. All this fighting? Over a boy? His son, no less? He had other sons and you were free to have your pick. But at this point, he wasn’t even sure what to say.

“You just can’t seem to accept the fact that he doesn’t love you anymore! Get over it! Because he certainly has!” You shouted, spinning on your heel and stomping away from her, determined to have the last word. Superman sighed in relief. He thought another fight would break out.

“You’re just insecure because you know that if he had the chance, he would come crawling back to me!”

A chill went done your spine and you felt cold fury run through your veins, turning around to glare at her murderously and clenching your hands tightly. You were so angry your feet were rooted to the floor, body seizing up slightly.

The others looked anxiously between the two of you as you glared at each other for a minute before you spoke with the calmest, yet most terrifying voice they’ve ever heard from you.

“Zatanna, you can try your damn hardest to win him back. But I promise you, you’re never going to get what you want.” You told her darkly, before walking away.

As Zatanna glared at your receding figure she decided she was going to prove you wrong.

***

To keep you from fighting with Zatanna again, when Batman came to you with a solo mission you couldn’t agree fast enough. Even though you knew you’d miss Dick’s homecoming, you still wanted to get the hell away from here. Not like you’d be missing anything important, other than Zatanna fawning over him.

You’d get to tell him how much you missed him in private anyway.

As soon as you were out of the cave, you couldn’t help the relief that filled your bones. You had been so on edge the past few days, still furious with her so the distance between the two of you was appreciated.

When Dick got home, he was ecstatic to see you again. It had been nearly 3 weeks since he had last held you and his skin was practically buzzing with excitement when he reached a cave, desperate to hug you, kiss you, touch you.

He got to the mess hall quickly, running all the way there and when he opened the door, he was instantly disappointed. You weren’t there.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” He asked Beast Boy, hoping he would tell him that you were just back at your apartment or that you had gone out for a while and would be back soon but he felt his heart sink when Gar gave him a sympathetic smile.

“She’s on a mission for a week.”

“A mission? Who’s with her?”

“No one. It’s a solo mission.”

Now he was worried. You usually didn’t take solo missions, liking to work in a team, knowing that there would be people who would be watching your back was reassuring. He knew you were more than skilled to handle a solo mission but not being by your side made him nervous and slightly antsy.

He was also upset that you weren’t here. So, he decided to do the most adult thing. Go home and sulk in bed while holding your sweatshirt that smelt like you.

But apparently the world had something against him because when he was about to go through the Zeta tube he was intercepted. By non other than Zatanna.

Now, poor clueless Dick had no idea that you had thrown hands with Zatanna just a day ago and was the reason why you weren’t there to welcome him when he got back. If he had he would’ve sulked at her and whined loudly for her to hear while he dragged his feet.

But, poor clueless Dick had absolutely no idea Zatanna was the reason he was being deprived of your kisses. So, he just smiled brightly at her and asked her if she needed anything.

“As a matter of fact, I found an old spell and I need someone to test it out on!”

“I don’t know how I feel about being your non-scientific experiment, Z.”

“Come on, it’s totally harmless, I promise.”

“I don’t know...”

“Don’t you trust me?”

He did. But there was just something about this situation that made him uncomfortable. Maybe it was because he missed you like crazy and just wanted to go home and sulk until you came back. Maybe it was because he felt uncomfortable to go somewhere private with his ex-girlfriend without telling you first. Or maybe it was because of the way Zatanna felt the need to guilt him into it.

Nevertheless, he agreed, albeit reluctantly and went to her room. Inside Zatanna had a bunch of ruins written on a paper and some weird poultices beside it.

“Now this isn’t going to work unless you give me your consent.” She informed, bustling about the room and Dick suddenly felt the air was a little stuffy.

“What do you mean by consent? Consent for what?”

“It’s a love spell.” She told him, smiling slyly but he couldn’t quite understand why. His hands got a little clammy at the announcement. What did she mean by love spell? Was she trying to get him to fall in love with her? Why would she be so open about it then? Especially when she knew he was in love with someone else?

“What do you mean?”

“Oh relax, stop being so tense. It’s just a love spell that proves who you truly love.” She said, immediately noticing how stiff his body was. Though she chalked it up to confusion. Dick was simply confused about who he loved, he was clouded by his attraction to you and he felt guilty about being unfaithful. But deep down, he really loved her. And this spell would prove it.

“In the olden ages, people would use it on their wedding to prove that their significant other truly loved them.”

He nodded, mouth falling open with realization. He already knew what the answer would be so why even bother? He assumed it was because Zatanna was curious to whether it actually worked.

“Too bad (Y/N) isn’t here, I mean I know who I love but I’d like to try it out on her. I mean, who takes a mission the day before their boyfriend comes back to town.” He complained, more to himself but Zatanna still heard it.

“Anyway, can I cast it on you?”

“Sure, couldn’t hurt.”

Oh, how he’d come to know just how wrong he was.

***

You raced through the halls, panicked, hearing your heart beat out of your chest as you sprinted to the Med Bay. Even though you were running as quick as possible you still pumped your legs to run faster, needing to get there quickly.

As soon as you saw Zatanna outside the Med Bay, you skidded to a stop in front of her and grabbing her collar, pinning her against the wall. She hit it with a thud and she saw white for a second when her head collided with the hard surface.

It was then you got a good look at her face. Her eyes were red and face wet. Her lips were bitten until they bled. You gritted your teeth, grip tightening around the collar as tears pricked your eyes.

“What the hell did you do!”

She whimpered, eyes getting glossy again before she started crying, incomprehensible words leaving her lips and you snarled before shaking her again, “You don’t get to cry! What the hell did you do to him!”

“It was a love spell!” She cried out, “It was supposed to reveal who he truly loves.”

“AND?!”

“It’s activated by a kiss.” She sniffled, “And I did.”

“Is it done?” Dick asked just as she finished casting the spell. His body was enveloped by a slight glow that was only visible to her and Zatanna’s lips curled when she realized it had worked. Now there was only one thing left to do.

“Yep.” She said, slinking over to his side and he pouted curiously.

“Are you sure? I don’t feel any different. You said it was supposed to reveal who I love. What happened?”

“We’re gonna find that out. Hold still.” She said, smiling and wrapping her arms around his neck to press a kiss to his lips. Dick froze, feeling her lips move against his and his mind went blank for a second before his chest contracted painfully.

He gasped against her mouth, before his legs buckled and he tumbled to the ground. Zatanna’s eyes widened when she saw the way his body twitched, pained gasps leaving his mouth and tears began falling from his eyes.

“Are you okay?!” She panicked, wrapping her arms around his thrashing figure but he couldn’t choke out an answer.

“Someone help! Anyone! Please!”

“A kiss doesn’t put people through cardiac arrest!” You screamed, feeling your chest tighten as you heard it out loud for the first time. Your eyes began burning and your throat contracted, feeling tears build. It was the first time you had admitted it to yourself.

You were scared. Emotions that you could barely process or understand swirled around you in a dark cloud and you were scared that Dick wouldn’t make it out of his critical state. If he was taken away from you because you hadn’t been there to stop it, you would never forgive yourself.

“I’m sorry.” She whimpered, sobbing and her body went limp in your fists. The urge to rip her head off her shoulders resurfaced. She didn’t get to be upset, not when this was all her fault.

“I don’t give a shit.” You hissed, “How do we save him?”

“A true love’s kiss should stop all the side effects.” She whispered, looking up at you with wide eyes, “If Dick truly loves you, then when you kiss him, it’ll reverse the spell.”

You needed to get in there.

You released your hold and Zatanna and she slid to the floor pathetically, holding her body as she cried. But even with her heartbroken sobs, you couldn’t feel any sort of remorse to her, glaring at her instead, “You better hope this works. Or I’ll kill you myself.”

And then you rushed in.

When you got to Dick’s side your breath stuttered when you noticed just how many things he was connected to and you felt your body shake. Batman was carefully watching him from his bedside.

You carefully walked to his side, gently brushing your fingers against his cheekbone. He looked like he was in so much pain. He looked so weak. You wanted to help him but a part of you was scared. For the first time in your life, you doubted Dick’s feelings for you.

The time you needed his love and devotion to be true the most, you were doubtful. A million thoughts rushed through your head and for a second you were tempted to just avoid doing this at all. But you knew that you had to at least try.

So, with trembling hands, you held the ventilator fastened to his mouth, taking a deep breath before tugging it off. Batman, already knowing what you were about to do, let you pull it off him before pressing a fluttering kiss to his lips. Tears gathered underneath your lashes when you didn’t feel anything happen.

Just when you were about to pull away, Dick took a deep breath through his nose and panted against your mouth, kissing you more firmly. You couldn’t help the sob that bubbled out of your throat and he swallowed it without any qualms.

Even through bleary vision, you were able to make out his blue eyes and the small smile on his face. 

His hands came up to weakly cup for cheeks, gently wiping away the tears with his thumbs, “I missed you.”

You sniffled, letting more tears fall because you knew he’d be here to wipe them away, “I missed you too.”

***

Bonus:

You walked into the mess hall quietly. Dick had just fallen asleep in the Med Bay where he would be kept for a couple days under observation. It was past 1 in the night and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed but you had some unfinished business left to handle.

It was dark and it was hard to make out your surroundings until your eyes adjusted to the darkness. As you walked to the kitchen island, your eyes landed on the sorceress that had her head in her arms and wondered if she was asleep. Batman had said you were free to deal with her anyway you liked and that had been exactly your plan.

“He’s okay now, if you’re curious.” You told her. Her head shot up and she looked at you out of the corner of her eye before bowing it away shamefully. But you caught a glance at her face. She looked like she had been crying for hours, eyes bloodshot and face red and blotchy.

“Thank god.” She croaked out.

There was a beat of silence.

“I’m so so sorry, (Y/N).” Zatanna whimpered out before crying again, “You were right. I was jealous. And I did a crazy, wrong thing. And I’m so sorry.”

You sighed, nodding at her apology even though you knew she couldn’t see you. You weren’t sure if you accepted it, and you didn’t have to. For now, it could remain in the air.

“He really doesn’t love me....” She whispered out and you sighed once again, stepping up beside her and setting something on the table.

Zatanna glanced at the bottle of tequila and the two shot glasses you left. You didn’t look at her, instead choosing to stare straight ahead. You opened the bottle, pouring yourself a shot before tilting your head back and downing it, hissing at the burn.

“Obligatory break-up drink.” You mumbled, pouring her a shot and passing the glass to her.

She sniffled, looking at the glass in her hands before gulping it down. You took a deep breath, refilling the glasses. You still didn’t look at her, didn’t speak to her, just poured a refill when either of you finished and downed it in one gulp. The excitement from today and the tense feeling from sitting beside Zatanna kept you from getting drunk too early.

You two ended up finishing half the bottle, drinking in the dark until she passed out first and you followed soon after.

The others found you the next morning, passed out at the kitchen island, clutching empty shot glasses.

***

Bonus bonus:

Batman sighed, smelling the overwhelming scent of tequila as he came closer. None of them were able to wake either of you up. You were out cold, face scrunched up and head against the table in a position that would no doubt have your neck in a crick.

Zatanna was no better. Her hair was a mess, tequila spilt on her clothes and she was drooling all over the table, snoring unattractively.

“All this over a boy?”

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