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souichieatr · 3 years

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hiluuu! can i request a scenario/drabble for tsukishima, kuroo, oikawa, and akaashi where they're in a heated argument with their fem!s/o, then she suddenly faints? turns out she had a fever since the morning and hid it from them but got worse during their fight?

their s/o faints during a heated argument

with tsukishima k, kuroo t, oikawa t, akaashi k

a/n: thank you for requesting i hope you enjoy, im sorry this took forever?????? they get longer each one omg

tsukishima k

you don't even remember why you both are fighting, as he sips another insult your headache gets worse. as you don't say anything just raise your hand to your head he gets even more frustrated. "can you at least act like your age, ignoring me isn't going to resolve the issue." he says not noticing how your body starts to shuffle as you try and keep your balance. rolling his eyes turning to the door, "im not going to deal with this today-" before he can finish he hears a loud thud, turning around he sees your body on the floor. rushing to the floor next to you, "y/n?" bringing his hands up to your head, biting his lip cursing at himself in his head. picking up and lays you down in the bed as he gets water and a towel. when you wake up again you notice youre in bed, trying to sit up youre pushed back down. “don't do that, that wasn't cool” he says in a low tone, handing you a glass and some medicine. taking them both with a nod, “thank you kei and im sorry” you say handing the glass back to him, setting it down on the table he takes your hand. gently kissing the back of it and resting his head on your hand. “why are you on the floor?” you softly smile at him hearing a small ‘shut up.’

kuroo t

the fight started because he started to prioritize the volleyball team more than you. it didnt bother you that he stayed late, went early to practice, it didnt bother you until he started canceling plans with you. he told you repeatedly he would spend more time with you, today not being any different waiting in the rain in front of the cafe you both decided to eat at. not until 10 minutes had passed you went back to the school, walking to the gym with angry steps you opened the door roughly. the whole team looking at you soaking wet, frozen for a second he walks over to you. “y/n what are you doing here?” he says in an annoyed tone. “don't give me that bullshit tetsurō, we had plans today i waited for you to only be stood up again, are you even serious about this? us?” you say motioning your hand between him and you. rolling his eyes and he huffs, “can you stop being dramatic? im a captain this team needs me i didnt know you could be so selfish” widening your eyes at him, trying to catch your breath you close your eyes. “selfish? me selfish? you have some nerve i'll be leaving since i dont wanna bother the captain and his team” you say sarcastically, stepping back outside you start coughing. kuroo following behind you, “this conversation isn't done yet” he says grabbing your wrist, turning you around and his eyes widen. “y/n? you look pale are you okay?” he says as he does your eyes roll back and your legs give out. taking you in his arms he rushed inside asking the guys to grab towels to dry you off. sitting down on the floor with you in between his legs, he holds you close feeling guilty. feeling you stir awake he kisses your cheek, “im so sorry babe this is my fault, if i had just been there you wouldnt have been waiting in the rain” he says hugging you tighter. “im serious about us more than anything. i'll try harder to put more effort into our relationship. “i trust you tetsu and do you have any medicine? my heads killing me” you say smiling, he smiles and hands you a bottle of pills and a water.

oikawa t

sitting on the couch, rubbing your temples. “tooru can we please talk about this? youve been ignoring me all day” you say looking at him as he paces the room. “oh now you wanna talk? i thought you were too busy with iwa to notice me” he said stopping to look at you. “wow why are you so mad? what does iwaizumi have to do with this?” you say giving him a confused face as you rest your hand on the back of the couch. “y/n why dont you just date him huh? you obviously like him so much, why are you even with me?” he says getting louder each word. “literally what?” you saying this getting him more frustrated. sighing at those words he runs his hands through his hair, “i saw you both hugging if i knew you were just jumping my friends maybe i what've listened to all those girls.” “okay now what the actual fuck tooru? i can't hug a friend all of a sudden? did you just imply that i am cheating? i cannot believe you” you say feeling your anger bubble up, he opens his mouth to say something. “no no! because how dare you, you have girls all over you everywhere trying to take pictures and give you gifts, you expect me to worship the ground like they do dont you? guess what im not, you dont get to accuse me of cheating because i hugged someone that someone being your closest friend just what person do you take me as huh?” you say getting up fast, maybe too fast as the pounding in your head gets louder. leaning your weight on the couch as you continue, “me and iwaizumi share one simple goal and thats to keep your ass in line, all those late nights and you overworking yourself, you not coming to anyone for help and your bratty ass attitude hes the only one who'll help me deal with you, im not gonna let you blame him because all hes done is help you.” you say getting the strength to get closer to him as you try and take a step your legs falter. his initial reaction to everything you said had his eyes widened and mouth agape, seeing you almost fall sent him over to you trying to help. “no i can do i-” you say as you start to fall and everything goes black. opening your eyes slowly you feel something cool on your head, “hey youre up” a voice says softly. looking over to see tooru next to you as he grabs your hand, before you could say anything else he speaks up. “let me talk for a bit yeah?” he asks as he looks at your joined hands, whispering a soft “okay” he continues. “im sorry, im sorry for not noticing you weren't feeling good, im sorry for saying you cheated, im sorry for yelling, i just got insecure after i heard some girls talk about how cute you and iwa look and seeing you both hug like that just set me off” he says lifting your hands and kisses your knuckles. “i like how you dont worship the ground i step on, i like how you fight back but when i need you most youre always there. i appreciate everything you and iwa do, i love you y/n.” he finishes and looks at you with teary eyes, pulling him down into a hug you whisper “i love you too.”

akaashi k

now arguing with him isnt a normal thing, usually you both can speak calmly and work it out. he gets frustrated because you're not listening and he's been having a stressed week and just kinda blows up. sighing as he runs his hands through his hair, breathing in and out slowly trying to calm himself down. you roll your eyes, “keiji im fine can you just leave me alone, you dont have to treat me like a baby- '' before you could finish he lets out a small mocking laugh. “i wouldnt treat you like one if you didnt act like one, y/n grow up and take some responsibility so /i/ dont have to be the bad guy, the stressed one, the one who has to take care of you.” staring at him with wide eyes he continues, “you wanted me to stop treating you like a baby stop looking so shocked.” you feel a tickle in your throat, trying to hold it in hoping if youre quiet enough you could sneak away. ultimately failing and having a coughing fit you feel your legs get wobbly. “were you trying to hold it in? so childish” he says looking away about to walk off, turning his head to look at you before he walks away he sees your eyes roll back. you wake up on the couch with a wet towel and a blanket on you, slowly sitting up and looking towards the kitchen you see akaashi quietly making you food. looking back at the table you see a glass and some medicine. taking the items and washing them down alerted akaashi to you being awake, rushing to you he looks down at his hands as he picks at them. “how are you feeling?” he asks quietly, you answer with a quick “fine.” sitting on the side of the couch he faces you, “im sorry theres really no excuse for the way i acted i just i hate seeing you trying to be okay when youre not.” scooting closer you rest your head on his shoulder, “if what its worth i like when you baby me” smiling at you he kisses your forehead. “i'll remember that.”

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itzyourgirlnat · 3 years

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Maybe a oneshot where B!D keeps getting really dizzy all the time and her sisters are really concerned?

One evening after a long day of work in the DEO, you were finally returning to your apartment when suddenly your head started hurting. But it wasn’t a regular headache, no, it was much worse. You managed to get home and as soon as you did you went straight to bed. The pain faded, so you ignored it, and assumed that it was probably because of all the hours you had spent working that day. That was what you thought until a couple of days after, you were at work filling some paperwork when suddenly the pain started again, but now everything was spinning, it didn’t take long for you to realise that you were really dizzy.

However, you had to get the paperwork done, so you continued working, hoping that the pain and dizziness would soon fade. But it didn’t, it did ease a bit, but was still there. Still, you refused to go to the doctors, you hated going to hospitals and avoided it as much as possible, you also didn’t tell anyone, everyone was very busy right now and the last thing they needed was to worry about you and your headache. However, it didn’t last long until they started worrying about you.

One day you were working on your desk when Kara walked in with some food. You were both talking while enjoying your lunch, when suddenly your head started spinning again, you tried to ignore it but it didn’t take long for Kara to notice.

‘Hey, are you ok?’ she said holding you hand

‘Yeah, just a bit dizzy’ you replied, resting your head in your hands.

‘You sure?’

‘ yes, don't worry’

Two days later, Alex and you were walking towards the DEO. It had become a habit that since on Tuesday’s you both get in later than usual, you both go walking together. You were chatting while going to work, when it happened again. Oh fuck no you said to yourself.

Once more you tried to ignore it but that didn't work.

‘Hey are you ok? You look a little pale’ Alex asked, placing her hand on you shoulder

‘Yeah i'm fine’ you then tripped, but before you could touch the ground Alex grabbed you

‘Woah Y/N’

‘It’s ok, ‘it's ok. I'm just a bit dizzy that's all’ you lied letting go of your older sister

‘Really?’

‘Yeah, I’m fine’

As time went on the headaches got worse and worse and were happening way more often. You ended up avoiding almost everything that wasn’t work. However, there was one thing you couldn’t avoid, sister night. So there you were,Friday night, in front of Kara’s door. You took a deep breath and opened the door.

‘There she is!’ Alex said, walking towards you and hugging you. Kara soon joined

‘It's not like I disappeared for a month guys’ you said trying to let go of your sisters

‘Well it kind of is, I mean this is like the first time I properly see you in days ‘ Kara replied, finally letting go of you.

‘Well I’m here now’

You three chatted for a while before deciding to watch a movie. You all moved from the kitchen to the living room, but when you were walking towards it your head started spinning again you’ve got to be fucking kiding me. This time you couldn’t just ignore it, the pain was terrible and you could hardly focus on anything because of the dizziness.

‘Y/N!’ Kara exclaimed while super speeding towards you and holding you before you hit the ground.l

‘Y/N!Y/N! Can you hear us?’ said Alex who was also now next to you.

However, you couldn’t respond everything was very dizzy and you couldn’t concentrate

‘Move her to the couch’ said Alex

Kara lifted you and gently placed you on the couch. Once there, she started to caress your back. Alex sat next to you and grabbed your face with her hands

‘Y/N sweetie, can you see me?’

‘A-Alex’

‘Yes it’s me’ she started caressing your cheeks with her hands ‘Focus on my hands ok?’

You closed your eyes and did just that, you tried to ignore the pain and the dizziness and focus only on Alex’s touch. After a couple minutes you opened your eyes again and in front of you was Kara, with a glass of water.

‘Here drink a bit’ she gave you the glass. You slowly drank it

‘Wanna tell us what happened?’ She asked

You looked at both of them

‘I just got a bit dizzy that's all, it's not important’

‘Y/N come on. You’ve been getting dizzy for days now, it is definitely important!’ Alex answered

You looked down, suddenly ashamed

‘Alex, calm down’ Kara said

After some minutes you finally raised your head.

‘It’s horrible’ you said, and only when you said it, you realised you were crying

‘Oh Y/N’ Alex whispered. She brought you close to her. ‘What is it?’

‘I’ve been getting dizzy for weeks now and I-I can’t make it stop. At first I t-thought it was nothing, b-but it keeps getting worse and it hurts a lot lately’

‘Its ok, its ok’ Alex said, stroking your back.

‘I’m sorry, I didn't wanna bother you’ you said letting go of her.

Kara dried your tears

‘Hey no, you could never bother us ok?’

You nodded. Kara hugged you and Alex joined.

‘Let’s do this, you’ll stay with me for the weekend until we can see a doctor, alright?’ Kara said

‘nono, really guys, it's probably just because of stress from work. I’ll be fine’

‘Well in that case you’ll take some days off until you get better’ Alex added

‘There’s no way I’m getting out of this am I?’

They both chuckled.

‘Nope’ Alex said hugging you one more time

‘Now come on, what movie do you wanna watch?’

Luckily you were right and it was nothing more than stress from work. However, you ended up staying for a week at Kara’s house. Not because you were really sick, but because she simply wouldn’t let you go. But, even if you won’t admit it, you were really thankful for having both of them in your life and taking care of you cause without them you wouldn’t know what to do.

#kara danvers x baby danvers #alex danvers x baby danvers #alex danvers x reader #kara danvers x reader #kara danvers imagine #alex danvers imagine #danvers sisters #supercorp fanart #insert reader #supergirl one shot #request #supergirl #comfort #fluff

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ratmonky · 4 years

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Checkmate

Word Count: 3.9K

Warnings: incest, breeding, gaslighting, manipulation

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Moving out from your parents’ house had been refreshing so far. You had the privacy you never thought you could have which meant that you could do whatever you wanted at any given time without being judged.

There was something so alluring about being able to live so freely. You found yourself relaxed and much calmer. At least it would be if it weren’t for your brother coming in to check on you whenever he wanted.

Annoyingly enough he had taken your spare key without your permission so there was no way of keeping him out of your apartment. When you came back home from your classes or part-time work, he would be sitting on your couch with his foot on your table or sometimes you found him messing up your room, going through your clothes and everything.

No matter how many times you told him to not visit your place when you weren’t at home, he didn’t listen.

“I’m just looking out for you.”

Both of you knew that wasn’t the case.

~~~

The second cup of instant coffee in the middle of the night was enough to cause heart palpitation, you rubbed your temples, shutting your eyes and groaning silently. The headache from lack of sleep was almost unbearable but you had to bite it. It was another late night of trying to finish your assignments on time, you had been at work all day so the nighttime was all you had left to finish them before Friday.

This week was going to be brutal, you leaned back in your chair before getting up to get some painkillers.

You went to the kitchen, opened the small cabinet and grabbed two pills, swallowed them without the help of water. You checked the time from the clock sitting on the wall, almost midnight. You still had some things left to do but you also had to get up super early in the morning the next day for a morning lecture, you groaned silently once again, not really ready to walk back into the living room to finish the work left as soon as possible.

The kitchen table was empty save for the cigarettes you had bought a couple of days ago. While you did smoke, you liked smoking in secret. People all had expectations from you and you didn’t want to disappoint them. You couldn’t help but feel bad about it.

The windows were open so the house wouldn’t stink of cigarettes when for the next time Gojo trespassed. Or if. You weren’t sure if he would be able to return back after how you scolded him last time. You kind of hoped he would because no matter how childish he could be, you still had a soft spot for him.

A thump at the door interrupted your night smoke. It wasn’t a knock and it made you throw your cigarette out the window when you heard the soft click noise from your lock being unlocked. In a hasty fanning motion, you tried to get rid of the rest of the smoke you had exhaled before closing the window.

Although from the giggling you could easily tell that it was your brother, when you went to the entrance of your apartment, you were still surprised to see him.

Gojo’s cheeks were flushed faintly pink and he had a large grin on his face, he was giggling to himself as he tried to shimmy off from his jacket. His motions were sluggish, somewhat not as smooth as they usually were.

He was drunk.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

He tried to take off his shoes, still unaware of your gaze on him, and lost his balance, falling onto the floorboard with a loud thud. He giggled to himself before finally managing to kick off his shoes.

“What are you doing here?” you asked in a serious tone.

Gojo whipped his head around and as soon as his eyes met yours over his sunglasses he smiled brightly, “Ahh, (name)! Listen, I was at this Korean barbeque restaurant with Nanami and he said he would pay for everything so I ate a lot of beef. I don’t think I will eat your food again so don’t worry about that.”

He was already back up on his feet, had taken off his sunglasses, and was swaying as he walked towards the living room.

“I’m not worried about that,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. You couldn’t deal with him today. “Satoru, you’re drunk.”

“Is it that obvious?” He rubbed the back of his neck while snickering. His eyes landed on your laptop on the table next to the couch. “Don’t worry, I’ll crash on the couch and will be gone by the morning, you won’t even know I am here.”

You opened your mouth to reject it but he already had thrown himself on your couch. With an audible sigh, you sat in front of your laptop once again to finish up your work.

Like he promised, Gojo was quiet, he didn’t talk or tried to start weird conversations as he would. It was past two o’clock in the morning when you were done writing all of your assignments. You stretched your arms above your head, going to the bathroom with just glancing over Gojo’s back, he looked like he was sleeping. You had to go to bed as well.

Once you returned to the living room, you crouched next to the couch to watch his sleeping back. Your hand hesitantly reached to touch his hair, you knew he had his infinity turned on almost at every time so you wouldn’t be able to touch him but unlike any other time, your fingertips were able to dive into his soft hair.

A sharp gasp left you and you carded your fingers through his hair slowly. When was the last time you had managed to touch him like this? You didn’t know the answer.

It was always him who usually flicked a finger on your forehead or had his knuckles digging into your scalp to tease you but it was never more than that after you made him promise. In the end, it was your promise who made him feel uncomfortable.

Twisting his silky straight hair around your finger, you tried to see if it would hold the curl but as soon as you let it fall, it went back to being straight.

You wished you could be like this all the time but he was always pushing you away from his life. You knew it could get you in trouble if you were around him yet you couldn’t help but wish to spend more time with him as you used to when you were younger.

You missed him, you missed his arms embracing you and you missed the way he would give you affection. Nowadays it was impossible with his infinity stopping you but today was different.

“Satoru?” You called out to him, he didn’t respond as you started petting his head. Ahh, you had missed him more than you could put it into words. “Satoru.” You poked his cheek with your finger, “You should sleep in the guest room.”

He suddenly pulled you in his arms. You squeaked in surprise but kept it quiet since he was playing around. He was faking to be in sleep to toy with you like he used to. A muffled laugh escaped him as you struggled to break free from his hold.

“You smell so good.” Gojo buried his face to the crook of your neck, which made you chuckle happily, “It’s my perfume,” you stated. Gojo hummed in response, inhaling your scent deeply and pecking on your cheeks.

“You’re drunk,” you breathed, trying to pull him flush against yourself, giggling mischievously to hide your blushing cheeks.

“And you’re so warm.” He pressed himself against you and you acknowledged something firm pressing on the cleft of your ass.

“Satoru,” you let out an enticing moan suddenly. Gojo lifted his head up to look at you with his blushed cheeks. His bright eyes looked right inside your soul and beyond, you saw nothing but; kind, gentle affection in them. “We said we’d stop.”

There was a long pause.

“What?” Dumbfounded, he stared at you for a little longer, giving himself time to think and realize that it wasn’t a dream he thought he was having. “I- Sorry.”

The way he looked away from you in shame made your throat clench. It was just an embrace between the two of you and it was you who ruined it. You were the one who made it weird or were you just trying to give him the idea.

When he made a move to move away, you held onto his shoulders to keep him in place, “Stay.”

He froze in his place and didn’t dare to move.

Your small hands pulled him into your arms and he meekly laid back on the couch as you placed your head on his chest. With your ear pressed on his chest like this, you could hear his heartbeat. It was beating abnormally fast.

“Let’s stay like this for a moment,” you said, coaxing him into relenting. Liar.

Gojo was trying to be careful, trying to leave some space in between but you didn’t let him. You got him where you wanted, he had nowhere to run between you and the couch’s pillows.

“I missed being like this,” you whispered. So sly. “Why don’t we embrace each other like this anymore?” You pressed your chest against his.

He gulped loudly, eyes looking anywhere but your deep cleavage that was visible through the oversized shirt. That was his shirt, he noticed. Biting his lip, he tried to calm himself down as your tits were being pushed against his chest.

“I-I don’t know.” You clearly weren’t wearing a bra. There was nothing that could distract him in this room from how soft the supple of your tits felt against his chest no matter how hard he looked.

“I miss you, Satoru.” Like a spider threading a web to catch its prey, you were discreetly moving your hips towards his, planting the idea in his head so you wouldn’t have to feel guilty. “Your body feels so lean, have you been working out?”

Good, as long as you talk about stuff that seems innocent enough you could convince him. He liked getting compliments, especially when they came from his little sister.

“Yeah,” he replied, he gulped again.

You placed a hand on his chest to feel his muscles over the thin fabric of his shirt. “Yeah,” you echoed, looking up to him as your hand went to feel his abs. “Ah, it feels so tight .”

His breath hitched from the way you said it.

Just a little push.

One single push.

After that, he would break.

Gojo could never resist his little sister.

“(name),” he uttered, his voice faint. Alcohol was still slurring his mind, it was impossible for him to think straight. No, he realized. I’m not drunk. He was completely sober. The alcohol he had consumed was mostly gone, he could think normally and it wouldn’t affect his decision-making. He only hoped he was drunk so he could blame his feelings on the alcohol.

“Big brother,” you called. “Are you okay? You look feverish.”

He was being held by a single thread.

Your wiggling hips or puppy eyes or wandering hands could make him snap at any time.

Gojo grabbed your wrists and took you under him. “Stop that,” he hissed, his usual bubbly tone gone.

“Stop what?” You stared up at him with feigned innocence.

He was taken aback by your answer, staring back at you with wide eyes. Confused. How depraved did he have to be to think that you were trying to seduce him? He felt ashamed of himself, as always he was blaming you for his feelings.

At least that was what you made him think.

“(name),” his voice softened as he spoke. “I think you should go to bed.” He let go of your wrists and dragged a hand down his face instead. “I don’t feel like myself.”

“Satoru, it’s okay,” you whispered gently, sitting up on the couch to further provoke him but when you reached to touch him, your hand stopped in mid-air.

Ah, it was over. You missed your chance.

Silence filled the room.

“I get it,” you suddenly said. You couldn’t hide that you were upset. “It’s my fault again, isn’t it?”

“No,” Gojo replied. “I’m the one who said we would stop and I’m the one getting weird ideas. It’s not your fault that I failed as your big brother, (name).”

“You didn’t fail anyone. You’re the best big brother I could’ve asked for.” You looked into his eyes, fuck me, big brother, fuck me, fuck me-

You were feeding his ego, hoping to make him drop his guard.

You weren’t even bad, you were evil.

Somehow it worked. Gojo’s infinity disappeared and you felt him pull you into a hug. “Don’t look so sad,” he said, tightening his arms around you, “I wouldn’t break our promise.”

This wasn’t working. He was never going to stop blaming himself or make a move on you. For this time, it had to be you who needed to make a move.

Take the blame.

“Your promise,” you sulked as you reminded him. He pulled away from the hug to stare at you. “It was your promise, I didn’t promise anything. It was all you like you always do. You didn’t even think about my feelings.”

His mouth opened to say something but you continued, raising your voice.

“You act like nothing happened when you were the one who made me this way. I moved out so I wouldn’t have to see you when you visited but you just keep coming back. How do you expect me to move on when you’re not letting me?”

It was like time had frozen, the two of you were alone in a void.

“I-I didn’t know you felt that way-”

“You didn’t care,” you snapped. “I’m not just some mistake. I’m your little sister. You can’t keep seeing me as a mistake.”

Your words must have affected him deeply because the next thing you know it, he had his arms around you once again, apologizing continuously. “What can I do?” he asked, broken.

“I want you to embrace me.” Fuck me until my pussy is oozing with your cum.

“(name) we can’t, you know that I can’t hold myself back.”

“Then don’t.”

The thread holding together Gojo’s urges snapped.

I barely took him a second to pull you up to his lap, his clothed cock was already painfully hard against your ass.

You gasped and he harshly pressed his lips against yours, sloppily kissing you until you started drooling. He had forgotten how easy it was to make a mess out of you.

His lips moved to your neck, biting your neck as he placed your hands to his chest. His hands moved south, one hand groped your ass and the other went inside your shirt.

“You’re a bad sister,” he murmured, earning a silent chuckle from you. “Always seducing me.” He moaned into your ear, making your lower part tremble in need. He used his fingers to tease your nipples, hoping to get cute moans from his little sister.

He moved his hips, pressing his rock-hard erection onto your ass, rubbing himself on you. He was still wearing his jeans and you were wearing your pajama pants, the friction was stronger on your end.

“Satoru, I-I can’t wait anymore,” you begged. “Please…” Your breath tickled his face as your hips stopped moving.

“If you want it so bad, then do it yourself.”

You had never thought there would be a time in your life where the word ‘ it ’ would be used to identify your big brother’s cock.

“I-I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I-I want you to touch me.” You blushed bright red and pressed your face into his neck to cover your embarrassment.

“I won’t touch you,” Gojo said, gaining confidence while you lost yours. “You have to touch me if you really can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

You realized how you had become the prey in your own game.

A shiver ran down your spine as you lifted your head to look at him. He was serious. Defeated, your hands started fiddling with his pants, once you managed to unzip his pants, he lifted his hips up to pull them down to give you a little bit of help.

Next came his shirt, with shaky fingers you unbuttoned it and helped him take it off. Now, he was under you, sitting on your couch, only in his underwear.

Your eyes were locked on his lean muscles, you faintly caressed his abs with your fingers before your gaze dropped further down. His rock-hard cock was aching to be released, if you wanted it, you had to do it yourself.

His clothed erection was already poking at your stomach when you decided to stroke his cock over the thin fabric with your hand.

Gojo bit back a groan as you slipped down from his lap and onto your knees, your hand still massaging his clothed cock. His eyes landed on you, you looked like you belonged there. Right between his legs and on your knees.

You hooked a finger under the waistband of his underwear and pulled it down, Gojo lifted his hips to help you once again to get the last piece of clothing from you touching him out of the way.

With one hand planted on his knee, you wrapped your other hand around the base of his cock after licking your palm to make it wet.

Gojo’s cock throbbed in your hand, it was heavier than how you remembered it to be. You slowly pumped his cock once and then again but this time you tightened your grip around the tip to pull the excess skin down to expose his glistening tip to your eyes.

Like hypnotized, you closed the distance between your face and your brother’s cock. Opening your mouth, you lolled out your tongue to trace it over a vein from the base to the pink tip.

Gojo hissed through his teeth, his large hand grabbed a chunk of your hair, pulling you towards his aching cock.

You continued jerking him off and finally decided to take him into your mouth. As soon as your lips closed around the girth of his cock, Gojo let out a moan.

He placed a hand on the back of your head and moved his hips, thrusting into your mouth out of a sudden. His cock grazed the back of your throat, making you tear up but Gojo was lost in chasing his own pleasure.

He pushed your head down to his cock until your nose touched the colorless pubes on his groin. When you panicked as you tried to take a breath, he managed to push himself even further down in your throat before starting to fuck your face.

By the time he remembered that you needed to breathe and pulled himself out, his cock was already twitching. Released from the pressure of your throat so suddenly made him unable to hold himself from cumming.

Thick spurts of his seed landed on your face and you managed to catch some in your mouth. Your throat bobbed as you swallowed the salty fluid at the same time as you were trying hard to catch your breath.

Never the one to be considerate, Gojo grabbed you by your waist and lifted you easily up to get you back on his lap. He was still hard, his cock hadn’t deflated at all. Holding the hem of your shirt, he quickly pulled it up and over your head, exposing your bare chest to his hungry eyes. He used your shirt to wipe his seed off your face, chuckling to himself when you whined.

His warm hands copper your tits, kneading the supple flesh as you were trying to get rid of your pajama pants because you needed him so badly. You needed to have his cock inside you.

It didn’t take you too long until you got naked and positioned yourself on top of Gojo’s cock. He was watching you intently as you guided the tip of his cock into your entrance and slowly lowering yourself on the length.

His cock was stretching you out, it almost felt like you were a second away from being split into two. You never managed to get used to his girth and from the way you can see, he had never gotten used to how tight you were. Gojo’s eyes were hazy in a burning desire, he looked like a tiger ready to pounce on its prey.

Knowing your brother was watching you carefully, you slammed yourself down on his cock, taking his entire length inside your little cunt all in one sitting. Both of you moaned loudly, the couch creaked and Gojo’s hands grabbed you by your hips, nails digging in your flesh.

After a moment to catch your breath, you lifted yourself up and started picking a pace for yourself to bounce on his cock. One hand on your clit, rubbing tiny circles over the muscle and the other on your brother’s throat, you lost yourself in pleasure.

You weren’t sure if you were squeezing his neck because of all the build-up from when all the times he refused to fuck you or because you wanted to feel in control but it was helping you get off.

Gojo was enjoying himself as much as you were, he was helping you bounce yourself on his cock and giving you words of praises. He knew you liked to be praised for how well you were taking his cock or how much of a good girl you were.

That was all it took for your gummy walls to clench around his cock, trying to milk it for all he was worth.

Cursing under his breath, Gojo threw his head back on the couch, he couldn’t hold back anymore, not when you were this needy. His hips started to move and he started to slam into you as you were slamming yourself down onto his cock.

You came loose almost immediately. Your hands rubbing tight circles on your clit fastened and your legs started shaking.

Gojo didn’t want to waste an opportunity and slammed into your twitching pussy like his life depended on it, chasing after his second orgasm. Both of you came at the same time, your orgasm rocked you to the core and you left limp on your brother. Gojo snapped his hips one last time and buried his cock deep inside you to cum inside your pussy. The thought of him breeding his little sister made his cock throb violently but he could never say that out loud. You were smart enough to use your brother’s depraved thoughts against him.

As he came inside, his seed filled your womb and overflowed in your pussy. The rest started leaking out from you and dripped onto the couch, leaving a stain like many others.

Without pulling out, he wrapped his arms around you and brushed some of your hair away from your face to press a kiss against your forehead, whispering goodnight.

You mumbled it back, tummy full and satisfied.

In the morning, you woke up in your bed, wrapped in your Gojo’s arms. His sleeping face was peaceful, lips parted slightly, and face relaxed. An endearing smile spread across your face and you decided it wouldn’t hurt to skip the morning lecture to spend more quality time with your big brother.

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forcefulkitten · 4 years

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the cure

[pakunoda x fem! reader]

summary: after waking up with a hangover, Pakunoda helps to relieve your suffering.

warnings: 18+, nsfw, oral sex, tribbing

word count: 1,911

Every time you wake up hungover with a splitting headache, you promise to never drink beyond your limit again. The nausea and stomach pains always linger behind, and all you can do is swallow an aspirin to quell the swollen brain pounding against your skull. Perhaps you deserve this since Pakunoda reminds you to drink plenty fluids and pace yourself but you never listen.

That brings you to this moment, wondering how your body managed to survive the amount of alcohol you consumed last night. You stumble around the house looking for your girlfriend but she’s nowhere to be found. As you approach the fridge and pour yourself a glass of water, you find a note on the counter. “Going to buy necessities. Be back soon.” Bringing the cup to your dry lips, you chug all of the water in one swig. You decide to go take a shower and freshen up. The least you can do is look alive when Paku gets back. Knowing her, she definitely went to grab stuff to ease your hangover. You’d think she’s tired of playing nurse whenever you cause your own downfall, but she’s always too worried about your well-being to complain.

You make your way over to the bathroom, turning the shower water on hotter than you probably should. Before you get in, an urge to vomit hits you. The water you drank in the kitchen must’ve upset your stomach because it came right back up. After puking out all of contents in your stomach, the feeling of nausea dissipates almost immediately after. This leaves you with a headache, foggy mind and an aching body. After brushing your teeth, you step into the shower. Sitting on the floor with your knees to your chest, you let the hot water fall over you. Before long you get up and begin to lather yourself with soap, rinsing off afterwards and getting out. You can’t even be bothered to put on clothes, instead going straight to your bed after drying yourself off.

The second you lay down you begin to feel dizzy. Looking for Paku, inevitably throwing up, taking a scorching shower and now laying down was too many changes of environment for your brain to handle. The purpose of showering was to relieve your headache and cleanse your body, yet you only achieved the latter. You manage to drift off to sleep while laying on your stomach, waiting for your girlfriend to come back and keep you company. Only her presence can distract you from how shitty you feel right now.

When Pakunoda arrives back home, she takes out everything she purchased and sets it on the kitchen counter. A box of tea, more aspirin, your favorite soup from a nearby restaurant, crackers, and 2 movies from the rental box. This should be enough to get you through the remainder of the day. The house is quiet as she tip toes to your shared bedroom. When she opens the door, she’s caught off guard by your naked body asleep on the bed. You’re still on your stomach, spread out on the bed with your head resting on one of your arms. Stepping forward to take a closer look at you, she notices that your face is scrunched as if you’re in pain or discomfort. Paku sits on the bed next to you, bringing her hand to massage your scalp and wake you up cautiously.

“You’re back” You give her a small smile while blinking the sleep away. “How are you feeling?” She asks. You love how soothing her voice is, serene at all times. “I have a headache and I don’t feel well.” You whine while tears start falling. Embarrassed that you're breaking down over a hangover, you cover your face with both of your hands. “You have to get up and walk around at least. I picked up some stuff for you, let’s go.” You shake your head no, reminding her of how stubborn you are.

Pakunoda starts to caress you slowly. Starting at the back of your neck, down your back and then back up. Her touch takes your mind off of the headache that’s still tormenting you. Soon, you find yourself perking your ass up each time she rubs over your lower back. She smirks to herself. The way you’re needy even in this state is amusing to her. She gets up from the bed and you huff at the loss of touch. You can hear clothes drop to the floor and when you look over, Paku is fully stripped. “How about this? I'll cater to you here and then you'll get up and let me take proper care of you.” Her arms are folded underneath her breast and you can’t decline anything she offers you like this. “I’ll take that as a yes.” You hadn’t even answered her back, too busy in awe at how stunning she looks.

You sit up and watch as Pakunoda makes her way towards you. Her beauty is like no other being you’ve ever laid your eyes on, and she would easily say the same thing about you. She gets on the bed, making her way to sit between your legs. Her eyes scan over your body, taking in your perfect features. She leans forward and cages you between her arms, peppering kisses on your face. Looking at you tenderly, she whispers, “Just lay back and enjoy.”

Paku pushes you down by your shoulders gently. Bringing one of her hands between your legs, she swirls your clit a few times before swiping over your heat. You’re already wet, and she begins to pump into you with two digits. You wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her closer to you and placing open mouth kisses on her lips. She parts them for you, letting her tongue intertwine with yours passionately. Her two fingers are still exploring you when she begins to circle her thumb around your swollen bud. She’s pressed so closely to you that her breast are rubbing against yours. The sensation of both your nipples touching makes you both mewl.

Pakunoda breaks off the kiss and positions her face between your legs. She pulls you as close to her as she can and wraps her arms around your thighs so you can’t move. Her mouth goes straight for your heat, lapping up your juices and bringing her tongue to suck on your clit. Her pace is slow, making sure that she doesn't overstimulate you so soon. Your hands find their way to tangle in her hair, pulling her even closer whenever you want her to apply more pressure. Hangover long forgotten at the moment, you buck your hips up against her, addicted to how well she knows your body. Paku moans against your wet folds, making vibrations course up your spine. She sticks her tongue in and out of your core and you roll your hips for her to reach deeper. Your moans are turning more high pitched, orgasm threatening to hit any second now. Paku’s hands find their way to your nipples, twirling them between her fingers. Bringing her mouth back up to your clit, your hands grip the sheets tightly when her tongue applies more force. You can hear the wet noises of your cunt soaking her face, and seeing her between your legs is a sight you won't ever forget. You unhook your legs from around her shoulders, using your feet to lift your hips up away from her mouth because the stimulation is too much. She gets up from laying on her stomach, hands holding your pussy up in the air by your thighs. Wrapping your legs around her shoulders once again, she locks you in place before sliding her tongue up and down your sex. You're silly to think you were getting away from her by lifting your bottom half up, only for her to follow you and keep you exactly where you inched up to. She’s licking your juices as if it’s her salvation. Her grip on you is like iron, and being pressed so tight to her makes the coil in your stomach snap, orgasm hitting you all at once. Paku stops lapping at your cunt, giving you time to come down from your high. Placing kisses to your slick folds, she untangles your legs from around her.

You should’ve known your girlfriend wouldn’t let you off easy. Sure, she’s going to take care of you after this. She knows a cure for each of your problems and nobody else can compare to how nurturing she is. With a smirk on her face she says, “I’m sorry sweetie, but this time the irresponsible decisions you made will cost you another orgasm.” Paku folds your legs back against your shoulders. Your pretty pussy glistening, she lines her sex up with yours and begins to grind against you. You stay perfectly still, resting your hands above hers where she’s holding you by back of your knees to keep you in place. Your delicate clit rubbing against hers is intoxicating. Paku moans while sliding from the top of your slit all the way down. You can feel your stomach beginning to tighten again and reach for her breasts. Kneading her soft skin, you pinch her perky nipples between your fingers. Her breasts are so sensitive that this always drives her crazy. She starts to roll her hips slower, trying to savor the feeling of your folds brushing against hers. You see strands her hair sticking to her forehead, your essence coating her chin and the way she comes undone with each grind of her hips. Her determination to make you cum a second time is endearing. A few more ruts against you and your orgasm washes over in waves of ecstasy. Pakunoda feels you clenching beneath her, the added slick coating her sex. You rock your hips upwards, desperate to send her over the edge. She lifts herself up, bobbing her clit against yours gently. Hearing your soaking folds intermingle together and the way you're playing with her nipples sends her over the moon. Suddenly all of the sensations become too much and her orgasm reaches its pinnacle. She continues to sway against you, legs shaking and cunt twitching. Within a few moments she releases you from her grasp afterwards and lays down beside you.

Both of your chests rise and fall while trying to regain composure. You reach your hand out to find hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Paku, can I ask you something?” You whisper between breaths, exhaustion evident in your tone. “Of course.” She responds, turning over to face you and placing a hand on your stomach. “Did you bring my favorite soup? You know.. the one you always get me when I’m hungover?” She giggles at your question before answering. “Yes I did. I’m going to go put it to warm it up on the stove. Can you get the shower started for us? When we get out you can have your soup.”

After putting your food to heat up, Pakunoda joins you in the shower. She washes you off and you make sure to return the favor. Bringing you into a hug, she lets the shower water run over your body while you bury your face in her neck. After the shower, Paku serves you a bowl of soup with crackers and the rest of your night is spent watching movies and drinking tea.

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stcveskent · 4 years

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WARNINGS: angst, fluff at the end <3

What happenes when you build up courage to confess to Steve Rogers that You're in love with him? He rejects. You've been in love with him for 4 entire years and he just says,"Y/n- i', We can't." And Why? Because you and him are collegues. This happened 2 weeks ago. And you started distancing yourself from everyone. Nat tried to talk, Wanda tried even Carol did, but you didn't wanted to.

The club or the bar specifically, has been your favourite place since the past 2 weeks. The only thing you've been doing is drinking. Worry is the only thing that covers Steve. He was worried alot, because He too have loved you since the past 4 years. But said 'no' because he cared for you.

"Steve?" Nat called him.

"Yes?" He asked coming out of his thoughts.

"What happened between you two?" She asked.

"Who are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about Y/n. What happened between you two?"

"Nothing did."

"You're a bad liar, you know that right?"

"Ugh! Fine! She said she loves me." He said.

"And what did you say?" She said sitting infront of him while putting her legs on the table knowing, this is gonna be a long story and a long,long,long lecture.

"I said that we can't be together?" He replies as he sips a bit water.

"Are you kidding me? Steve, you've loved her since the past 4 years. Suddenly you just want to throw your feelings and reject her?"

"You think I've been happy after that? No way. Of course I love her, ofcourse she does too but what happens when anything happens to her all because of whom? Me! Because I'm Captain America, There are alot of enemies who wants me dead on any way, whether its in emotional way or physical way. It sucks! She means the world to me and I'm not ready to lose her for what I am." He finsihes and sighs.

Natasha looks at him, Nat and him had a very close, sibling like relationship. He shared to her, his deepest and sadest secrets to which she always kept to her. When Yelena was found, It was Steve who hepped Nat with her Emotional situations. Never in the world they've thought they'd get this friendship.

Natasha sighs and places a hand on his shoulder.

"Steve, You know, she's an avenger too, and she's capable of saving herself, maybe try to understand what she's trying to say. She wants you as much as you want her. Think of it and go to her if you think I'm right, if not then its your choice, besides Y/n is like my sister. I can't see her miserable, she's been very upset and I haven't seen her in the past two weeks."

"I'll think about it, Nat. Thank you." He says and hugs her.

"I'll see you later, Now, I have to go to my boyfriend."

"Sure! Have a great night." He smilled

After thinking of the good times you and Steve had, it was your call on his phone.

"Hello?" He said.

"Heyyyy Stevie- Oh sorry, Captain- oh ma gawd, What - hehehe." You slurred from the other side and Steve was worried.

"Y/n? Where are you? Have you been drinking?" He asked

" Yes I'm drinking why do you care and I'm somewhere where I can enjoy drinking. Hehehe" you laughed.

"That's it! Tell me where you are now! I'm coming right away."

"God! Captain! You're so bossy. Always comes closer and then throw me and you don't even know how hard it hurts to be thrown away from the person you've loved since 4 oh-four yearss." You stuttered. Being drunk has its own perks. the thoughts that had been inside you for years were out now.

"Y/n? Stay wherever you are."

"Ugh okay okay."

Thank god, you're mobile's gps has been working which he traced where were you.

The bar was being cold.

A guy started hitting on you and you being drunk made it even worse.

"Hey baby, wanna come home with me?"

"Nooo pleaseee stayyy awaayyyyy" You said. Each syllable expressed longer. You stumbled and then the guy caught you.

"No no! Movee!" You said and he caught you tight.

"Go awayyy-" and Steve entered

"SHE SAID MOVE!" and he pushed him away.

"Steve? Oh Steveeee?" You looked at him and then you puked turning away.

"Don't look at me, Steve." You said and he gave you his napkin

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yes. Oh god, you're spinning."

"Really?" He asked as you were in his arms and he held you tight.

"I think I'm gonna faint."

"Now?" He asked and then you fell on him.

He drove you and himself to his apartment. He knew where you lived,but didn't wanted you to be alone. Your eyes closed and he held your hand. You were so drunk and you knew the hangover was gonna happen.

He picked you up in his arms and walked to his bedroom. His eyes went to your clothes, covered in vomit.

He took your shirt off, and then he put on his shirt on you which was too large for you.

He laid you on his bed and you looked peaceful. He laid next to you and cuddled with you just like how you both did before you confessed your love for him and he rejected.

"I'm sorry, you're all here because of me, love." He said and placed a kiss on your forehead.

He doze off to sleep next to you,holding you in his arms as he wished this moment always lasted and if you were in your senses, you would've wished that too.

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The sunlight crept through the windows through the beige curtains which Steve adored reaching your eyes as you groaned at the feeling of headache starting to occur. Steve have left for his run early and had returned home and was making some breakfast for you both.

You opened your eyes and looked around and sat up.

You thought maybe a stranger have brought you home.

Then suddenly, A Shirtless Steve entered the bedroom and looked at you.

"Oh You're up already. Good Morning." He sent a smile to you.

"Why am I here?" You snapped.

"Try recalling things." He said as he took a shirt from his drawer and pulled it down. His back muscles flexed and you were practically drooling at the sight of him. Your eyes went to yourself in the mirror placed right in front of you. You were not in your clothes. You were in his Shirt, which was too large for your body

"Wait- Did you undress me?"

"Not by choice."

"What do you mean by that?" You asked and glarred.

"Did you take the pills?" He asked

"Which Pills- God, Did we do it?" You asked

"Oh Dear god, Y/n no! The pills for your headache." He asked smiling.

"Not untill you answer me."

"Okay, fine! Yours were covered in vomit. Why're you so stubborn."

"Less than you."

"You should've get that drunk, y/n. Its not good for you."

"Well, this happened two weeks ago, not my fault." You taunted.

"Look! I'm sorry." He said

"Sorry? For?" You asked looking straight in his eyes.

"Y/n I know ,you're hurt that I didn't accept your feelings. I-i Love you too and Alot from the time I laid eyes on you. But We're Avengers, and many people want me dead. And I can't risk ypur life just because of me."

"Steve.. I-no Please. Look at me." You cupped his face as you stood on your knees on the bed az he sat in front of you, his eyes starring at yours.

"I can take care of myself. I love you alot and I'm sorry that I drink too much and lost myself but trust me, I didn't know what to do.... you were my only before and I was sad that I had no one. Please lets give it a try. Just once... please." You said and he kept his arms around your waist.

"I-, Okay." He said.

"Okay?'

"Okay! We'll do it." He says and a smile occured on your face and in a minute he picked you up in his arms and took you to the kitchen

"Steve!!" You squeled as he picked you like you had no weight.

"What?" He said.

He placed you safely on the kitchen counter and handed yoi the breakfast.

"Before you do anything....Eat!" He said

"Okay!" You say and eat

"This is amazing Steve!"

"Glad you loved it." He said and smilled.

You pulled his arm and he stumbled and was in front of you.

"I love you, I really really love you."you said as you cupped his face and he held you.

"I love you too, I love you alot." You smilled and just then you kissed him. This was a long waited kiss.

Just seconds later you pulled away, and then he breathed as your foreheads touched.

"Tha-Was the best." He said.

"The best life starts now..." And he smilled and placed a kiss on top of your head.

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madsthewordclown · 4 years

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Stay | Zuko x Reader

warnings: none, mostly fluff, a little bit of angst

summary: Y/N and the Gaang are visiting the Fire Nation a few months after Zuko’s coronation, and Y/N is disappointed when he doesn’t have much time to spend with them.

It had been a tough week.

You felt like that was the understatement of the century. It had been terrible. You usually loved travel and getting out of the frigid South Pole where you’d been staying with Katara and Sokka was a welcome vacation. But so many things had gone wrong, and your stay in the Fire Nation capital wasn’t off to a great start, either.

To be honest, things hadn’t been going well since the war officially ended. For some reason, you had expected that everything would be perfect, although you had no idea what life looked like without the war. It turned out that it could be pretty damn lonely.

You looked around the empty royal garden. There weren’t even any turtleducks out on the pond. You sighed. Your head was pounding after yet another grueling meeting. You hadn’t expected the Fire Nation councilmembers to be so… disdainful. Even the brand-new, younger councilmen seemed distrustful of you and lacking respect, even though you were a close friend of the Fire Lord. Your headache only intensified thinking about Zuko.

You’d barely even had the chance to speak with him yet, and you’d arrived three days ago. He had been able to great you and your friends when you arrived, albeit late, before he was rushed away to go to a meeting. You hadn’t seen each other in months, not since his coronation, and it looked like you might not see him on your visit at all.

You looked out at the sun that was beginning to set over the palace walls. The sky was beginning to turn a bright orange. You heard someone walking towards you as you sat on the grass.

“Doing okay?” Katara asked, taking a seat beside you.

“Yeah,” you lied, running a hand through your hair. “These meetings are driving me crazy.”

“You, too?” Katara made a face. “Aang won’t stop complaining. He says that they’re too boring.” You laugh. “I don’t know what he expected.”

“How’s Appa?” You asked, looking at the Water Tribe girl. That had been just one of your setbacks on the journey to the Fire Nation—Appa had been sick.

“He’s good,” Katara answered, fiddling with one of her hair-loops. “He’s back to eating a shipload every day, so Aang has finally stopped worrying.” You hummed, having seen firsthand how much the Avatar worries about his bison.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Katara prodded. That girl was too observant for her own good, but she was an even better friend. You were grateful that the two of you had met.

“Yeah,” you replied, looking into her blue eyes, which were filled with concern, “I was just hoping to relax a bit more, you know?”

“And see Zuko?” Katara added knowingly, raising an eyebrow.

“Shut up,” you gave a light laugh. “Yeah, I was. It’s just that we haven’t all been together in so long.”

“Just go find him and talk to him, Y/N. I’m sure he wants to see you, he’s just got a lot on his plate, and sometimes he’s a little too focused. Besides, I think he’s having dinner with us tonight.”

“You’re probably right,” you agreed, giving Katara a smile. “Thanks, Katara.”

“You’re welcome,” Katara beamed back. “Now, let’s go get some food. I’m sure Sokka is starving.”

“I’m starving!” Sokka groaned as soon as you and Katara entered the royal dining hall. You both giggled.

“Me, too,” Aang agreed, slumping back in his chair for emphasis. Katara laughed as she took the seat next to him. You took up a chair to Sokka’s left, while Toph sat on his right. You assumed the large, ornate chair at the end of table was reserved for Zuko. You could hardly contain your excitement at the chance to finally get to speak with him.

“Dinner will be served shortly,” one of the servants stated flatly. “Unfortunately, the Fire Lord will be unable to accompany you this evening.” Oh. You felt yourself deflate, and Katara shot you a sympathetic glance from across the table.

“You know Sparky,” Toph drawled. “Too bad he’s missing out.” Toph shrugged. “Oh well, more for me!”

Dinner went on without that much excitement. Although your disappointment still weighed on you, you had to admit that having your friends around made you feel a lot better. Just spending time with everyone—well, nearly everyone—for once was incredible. You couldn’t remember the last time you had all gotten to sit around a table together.

Eventually, you all dispersed and headed off to your rooms. You had expected the palace’s accommodations to be fancy, but nothing could prepare you for how lavish they really were. You had your own en suite and the bed was about as big as your old room back in the Earth Kingdom. It was probably the most comfortable thing you’d ever been in, but you still struggled to fall asleep.

You felt restless, and your own mind kept betraying you. You couldn’t help but worry about what would happen once your stay at the palace was over, and what the future held for you and your tight-knit group of friends. Aang was always away Avatar-ing, and Zuko had a whole country to run. Katara would follow Aang anywhere, and be a valuable asset to him, and Sokka would soon become Chief of the Southern Tribe. You tried not to let it, but the thought came to you anyway; what if this was the last time you were all together?

You sighed and kicked your legs out from under the covers, then swung around to sit up and get out of bed. Maybe a walk would be helpful, and there was plenty of ground to cover in the palace itself. You didn’t bother to change out of your light sleeping clothes—you pulled one of the plush white guest robes out of the closet and wrapped it around yourself tightly before slipping out the door.

The halls of the palace were dark and empty. You didn’t really know where you were going, but you figured you would find your way back eventually. You wandered for quite some time, admiring the portraits and mosaics of previous Fire Lords and Fire Ladies. You noticed that there was a blank space on the wall and stopped in front of it, looking at the chips in the chunk of stone in the otherwise immaculate palace.

“Fire Lord Zuko.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard the voice from down the hall. You turned to see a bearded man in Fire Nation robes; his face illuminated by orange light.

“The ambassador from the colonies is requesting to meet with you right away,” the man continued.

“Can’t it wait?” Another voice replied. Zuko. You felt like you should leave, but you stayed frozen to your spot.

“Sir, the ambassador has had a long journey…”

“So have my guests.” You can sense the irritation in Zuko’s voice. “You had no problem making them wait.”

“But sir—”

“Tomorrow, Lao,” Zuko said with finally.

“Yes, my Lord.” The man looked down dejectedly before disappearing down the corridor.

You felt like you should leave. Zuko was obviously busy, and stressed, and didn’t need you to be bothering him. You turned to go, and barely made it two steps before you heard his voice again.

“Y/N?”

You turned around, and the sight of him immediately made your heart beat faster. He walked towards you, concern written across his face, a fire alight in his hand.

“What are you doing up?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” you replied simply as he neared you. “It’s a little weird being here.”

“I get it,” Zuko agreed. You knew he understood more than anybody about not belonging; you knew he felt out of place in his own palace. He looked over at the blank spot on the wall that you had been staring at, and the fire he held flickered. “My father’s portrait was there. I had it removed the week after my coronation.” Oh.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay, Y/N,” he said, giving you a sympathetic look. You noticed that his dark hair was beginning to fall out of its knot. How long had he been working? With the help of the firelight, you could also see the dark circles forming under his eyes. He looked so, so tired. “Walk with me?”

“Sure,” you answered. You were tempted to reach out for his empty hand as he fell into step beside you. A beat. “Why isn’t your portrait up yet?” Zuko blushed. It was odd to see such a light, relaxed expression on his face.

“I don’t really have the time. Besides, I don’t really want one, I think they’re tacky.”

“They’re regal, Zuko,” you teased, trying to ignore the way your heart sped up when his shoulder bumped into yours. Zuko sighed, the calm expression leaving his face as you turned your head to look at him.

“I’m really sorry that I haven’t gotten to spend much time with you, Y/N. You or the others.” He sounded so genuinely upset that you started to feel guilty for your annoyance at him earlier.

“It’s alright,” you reassured him, “I know you’re busy.” He shot you a look.

“That’s not an excuse.” You started to open to your mouth to retort, but he held up a hand to stop you. “We haven’t seen each other in so long, and you traveled for days, and I’ve been a terrible host and a terrible friend.”

“It’s okay,” you said again. “We can handle ourselves for a few days.” Zuko managed a smile at that.

“I’m starving,” Zuko admitted suddenly. “Want to get a snack?”

“What kind of question is that, Sparky?” You laughed, and Zuko scowled.

“Please don’t start calling me that,” Zuko pleaded. “And I’ll take that as a yes.”

To your surprise, Zuko didn’t lead you to the kitchens or the dining hall. He stopped in front of a door blocked by two guards, who stepped out of the way as he approached.

“My Lord,” one of the guards greeted while the other opened the door.

“Could you send someone to fetch us some snacks, please?” Zuko requested politely, stepping through the open door and motioning for you to follow.

“Of course, my Lord,” the other guard replied as you follow Zuko inside. The guard closes the door behind you, and then you realized that Zuko has brought you to his room.

Or, rooms, you supposed you should say. And if you thought your room was fancy… Zuko’s was over-the-top with regality and garnishment. The area you had just stepped into had a giant fireplace on the left wall and a large sofa in front of it, as well as a full table setting with four chairs. There were two doors on the right wall, and large windows overlooking the courtyard directly in front of you. Everything was deep reds, maroons, and gold.

“I’ll be right back,” Zuko told you. “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable. He walked away and disappeared through one of the doors to your right.

Even though it felt very odd, you walked over and sat down awkwardly on the sofa and waited for Zuko to return. You blushed as you looked around, and you silently cursed yourself for your immaturity. You weren’t in his room. The knot in your stomach didn’t listen to you.

You turned when you heard the door Zuko had gone through open again. He reenters, and you feel like you have the breath knocked out of you, even though he really doesn’t look much different than before; you suppose he just does that to you. After months apart, seeing him feels like a shock to your system.

He’d changed out of his Fire Lord garb into long, black pants and a robe much like yours, except his was dark red with gold trim and a gold Fire Nation insignia embroidered on the breast. He stopped at the door to the hall just in time for you to hear a servant knock; Zuko opened the door, and the servant brought a huge platter covered in all kinds of snacks, barely managing to balance it as they set it on the table in front of the sofa. Your eyes widened at the enormous spread in front of you.

“Thank you.” Zuko dismissed the servant with a nod. They gave a quick bow and exited curtly. Zuko took a seat next to you and immediately dug into the pile of rolls on the platter.

“Hungry?” You laughed. Zuko looked at you sheepishly.

“I haven’t eaten dinner yet,” he admitted, mouth stuffed full of bread. So much for Fire Lord manners.

“Zuko!” You swatted at him, hitting him on the arm. “You have to take care of yourself.” You let him hear your concern—the combination of the dark circles and the lack of nutrition was plenty enough to worry you.

“I know, it’s just…” Zuko looked up at you, a stray hair from his topknot falling in front of his face. “I have so much work to do, Y/N.”

“You can’t expect to do it all in a year, Zuko,” you reasoned, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder. “No one else is expecting it, either.”

“I know,” Zuko sighed. “But I need to fix my father’s mistakes and make things right. It’s my job to bring back honor to my nation.”

“The walls of Ba Sing Se weren’t built in a day, Zuko. But the world sees the good that you’re doing. I’ve seen it.” Zuko’s gaze softened as he looked at you.

“What about you?” You’re surprised by his question.

“What do you mean?” You looked away and snatched a roll off the platter.

“I mean,” Zuko continued, eyeing you, “what have you been up to?”

“Nothing, really,” you admitted. You can tell your voice has betrayed your feelings, because you could see concern growing in his golden eyes. “I’ve just been hanging out in the South Pole, I guess. Nothing very interesting.”

“What’s wrong?” Zuko pressed, leaning in towards you as you took your hand off his shoulder. “You can talk to me, Y/N.”

“After the war,” you began, “I thought everything would be great. I can’t really explain what I thought would happen. I guess I didn’t know, but… I feel like I don’t really have a place anymore.

“My whole journey started when I joined the others. I had a goal, and it was to help win the war. And now it’s over, and Aang is still the Avatar. Katara and Toph are still two of the world’s most powerful benders. Sokka is going to become Chief. I feel like…” you sighed, not sure of how to continue. “I feel like my journey’s over. I can’t go back to my village in the Earth Kingdom. I have no one there, and the South Pole doesn’t feel like a home, especially when Sokka and Katara are hardly around.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Zuko looked at you with sympathy. You averted his gaze. “I should’ve written to you more, or visited, or something. I had no idea how you felt, and I should have. I’m supposed to…” Zuko trailed off, looking down at his hands.

“Supposed to what?”

“I’m supposed to take care of you,” Zuko said. You felt your heartbeat race. “You’re supposed to take care of people you care about, and I didn’t even make the time to talk to you until now.”

“It’s not your fault,” you replied, but Zuko wasn’t having it.

“I should’ve just pushed back my meetings when you and the others arrived. I’ve missed you all so much. I’ve missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too,” you said, looking into Zuko’s eyes. His hands were warm as he reached and grabbed onto yours.

“You know,” Zuko said, what looked like a light blush rising to his cheeks, “you could stay here, if you wanted to.”

“What?”

“You could stay and work here,” Zuko repeated, before quickly backtracking. “I mean, if you wanted to. And not like, as a servant or anything. You could be my adviser. If you wanted to.”

“What?” You repeated again, dumbfounded by his offer.

“I actually meant to ask you a while ago,” Zuko rambled, “along with this other conversation I’ve been meaning to have with you, but I held off because I don’t know if it’s something you want.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to?” You asked honestly, wondering what he possibly thinks would keep you away. Zuko shrugged. “But you don’t have to give me place here.” You didn’t understand why he’d be making this offer now. You weren’t exactly qualified.

“Umm…” Zuko shifted, pulling his hands away from yours. You missed their warmth immediately. “I…” Zuko took a deep breath, seeming to steel himself to say something. “I want you to stay even if you don’t want to be my adviser, because I’ve missed you, and… I really, really like you, Y/N.” You felt your heart and jaw hit the floor. Zuko paled immediately and was about to say something else before you abruptly moved forward. Before you could convince yourself not to, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

Zuko didn’t move for a moment, and you felt your whole body go cold. But then he was kissing you back, and you felt his arms wrap around you, filling you will warmth as you melted into him. He pulled away from you entirely too soon, and you looked up at him, brushing another dark, stray hair out of his face. His eyes were full of admiration and a light blush had risen in his cheeks. He looked beautiful.

“Woah,” he said dumbly, staring at you. You giggled. “So—”

You cut him off. “I like you too, Zuko.” You pressed another quick kiss to his lips. “Can I stay?”

He looked at you in confusion. “I told you, you can stay here as long as you want.”

“I mean here,” you said again, looking at him and tapping on his chest with one of your hands that was trapped between you.

“Oh,” Zuko looked at you. “Oh. Yes, definitely.” You felt his arms tighten around you, and you smiled as you tilted your head up to kiss him again.

#zuko #zuko x reader #fire lord zuko #atla #atla fanfic #katara #zuko x y/n #zuko fluff #fluff #avatar: tla #avatar #fanfic #zuko fanfic

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derekmorganscrocs · 4 years

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Galentines Gone Wrong

Pairing: Wendell Bray x Reader, Valentine’s Special.

Word Count: 2,623

Summary: Y/n Booth is an FBI agent who works under her brother Seeley Booth and is also partnered with the Jeffersonian. Valentines rolls around and Cam, Daisy, and Y/n are all painfully single. Brennen and Angela join in and the group decides it’s girls night, get absolutely smashed, cause major chaos and get arrested for disturbing the peace. When their counterparts show up to bail them out, girls night turns to date night... or whatever this is.

Edit, March 11th: I hate the end of this. I reread it and it’s lowkey trash, but I’m going to keep it up because people seem to be enjoying it. Just a disclaimer that this is not my best work.

Notes: Tbh I second guessed this yesterday, hence the late post. I want to clarify that Wendell IS NOT preying on a drunk girl, and there was no drunk hookup. This is definitely not my favourite thing I’ve written and I was so out of ideas for the ending, but fck it, I have a migraine and feel like the personification of death. ALSO I WOULD NEVER USE GALENTINES IRL IK ITS LAME BUT I SIMPLY DO NOT CARE. HOLDIDAY SPIRIT BABES. Anyway, on with the show.

It’s been a long night. Fun, but long. You wake up against Daisy’s side, stretching lazily, and still partially drunkenly. As you sit up, you recall the events that led to your current seat in a drunk tank.

The five of you ended up in a biker bar, huge leather-clad and big bearded dudes all over the damn place. Despite being big scary bikers, they were chill and actually bought half of your drinks. Then you and Daisy got a little too close to an attractive younger biker, and his girlfriend was not having it. So an argument turned full on brawl caused the lot of you to bail out of the bar and trek back into town.

Only you were real rowdy, laughing and singing, a little to loudly for anyone’s liking. And got the cops called on you. And got thrown in a dunk tank. Unfortunately “you can’t arrest me, I am the law” doesn’t work if you’re drunk. The cops weren’t a fan of your badge, either.

You’re torn from your thoughts at the sound of voices down the hall, and you stumble over the the bars of the cell, holding onto them for balance. A half-hour nap didn’t do much to sober you up. The voices get closer, and your friends and brother walk in. Wendell’s the first one you notice, your eyes immediately darting to him. He’s wearing a hot ass black jacket, jeans and a white T-shirt, and you stare at him for a lot longer than you should.

“Hey, BJ. Never thought I’d see you on the other side of the bars.” Hodgins laughs at your expression of annoyance, and lets the cop they’re with open the cell door. He walks over to grab Angela, and you scoff.

“I told you to stop calling me BJ. I know you mean Booth Junior, but other people might think something else,” you mutter, much less than impressed at the innuendo tied to the nickname.

Your brother and Sweets go collect Brennan and Daisy, and Cam stands up on her own. She’s the most level-headed of all of you, and she’s completely sobered up now. Wendell walks to your side, your brother is too occupied with his (much less coordinated than you are) wife. Wendell puts an arm around you, and you gladly lean into him, hands settling on his chest.

“You’ll never guess what we did,” you giggle drunkenly against Wendell’s chest, overcome with the giddiness of a schoolgirl with a crush.

“Apparently you guys disturbed a lot of peace.” Wendell has somewhat of an impressed/concerned/entertained smirk on his face. He looks down at you, massively interested in the story as to how you got here. Not that he’ll hear it anytime soon.

“How’d you know?!” You look up at him with surprise written all over your face, a gasp escaping your lips, and it takes a lot for him not to burst out laughing.

“The sheriff told me. Let’s take you home, okay?”

“Okay,” you mumble, much more sullenly than five seconds ago.

Wendell keeps an arm around you, more than a little worried that you’re gonna fall over, and takes you to his car. You get in the front seat, smacking his hand away as he tries to help with your seatbelt. After successfully buckling the seatbelt, you glance back at him with a smirk.

“You know if you wanted to get on top of me all you had to do was ask.”

Wendell nearly chokes and dies at what you’re insinuating. He’s also not sure if this is the tequila talking or if it’s you talking. Composing himself quickly, he lets out a chuckle, saying something along the lines of ‘okay then,’ and closes the door for you. He walks around the front of the car, making his way to the driver’s seat. Hodgins drives by, Angela and Cam in the car with him, and waves as he heads home.

Seeley pulls up beside Wendell, looking at him sternly. Daisy and Brennen are singing in the back seat, and Wendell can see Sweets in the front seat, holding back laughter. It’s a funny sight really, the usually stoic Dr. Brennen and overly excitable Daisy, swaying together in the back seat singing an off-key rendition of piano man. Seeley makes a face at a certain piercing high note that comes from Dr. Brennan, before turning to Wendell.

“Listen man, I appreciate it. If we didn’t live on the opposite side of town, I’d take her home.” Seeley leans out the window slightly, looking at Wendell.

“It’s no problem, really.” Wendell smiles, giving your brother a small wave as he turns to get in his car. “I’ll make sure she gets home safe.”

“Wait! Not that I think you will, but don’t try anything. Alright?”

“Course not, man. Don’t worry, I got this. Head home, I’ll text you when I get Y/n home.” Wendell knows your brother means no harm, obviously, yet can’t help but think about why he’d even think to say that to him.

When he gets back in the car, seeing you sleeping soundly in the passenger seat, curled up and leaning against the window, his worries melt away and he smiles. He turns the car on and lowers the radio volume before driving off.

Tonight summarizes the two of you pretty well, actually. Y/n, the chaotic do-good-er badass, and Wendell, the (sometimes also chaotic) best friend, who always has your back. Sometimes it pains him that you only see him as that, a best friend, but he’s okay with just being that. A friend. Because it means he gets to see you happy. Little does he know, you wouldn’t have gotten so sauced tonight if you weren’t drinking away the thoughts of his lips on yours, his skin pressed against yours as the night turns to morning, the idea of a spark that doesn’t exist. The day of love sucks.

And for some reason, neither of you can see that you’re crazy about each other. Maybe it’s because you’re afraid to ruin what you have, or maybe it’s because you’re both just oblivious, but it doesn’t make a huge difference. Nothing seems to be happening.

Wendell is occupied with a lot of thoughts as he drives to your place. His mind bounces all over the place. He thinks about how you met, when you first walked into the Jeffersonian covered in dirt and sweat (in a cute way... even though he thinks anything is cute on you) after a chase in the desert, just to see your brother and make sure he was okay. He also thinks about the time he literally ran into you and the two of you fell down the platform stairs. The alarms went off, and everyone stared at the pair of you tangled up on the floor. Needless to say it took a while to live that one down. He thinks about every time he’s seen you laugh, and the few that he’s seen you cry. Not that you really even cried, you just couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. You don’t exactly do emotions, not out in the open at least.

He thinks about every reason he’s so smitten with you. You’re courageous, selfless, you protect your friends and family, you’re cutthroat and ferocious, yet simultaneously the sweetest person he’s ever met. You care about every detail of his day when you ask how he’s doing, and you can tell when the slightest thing is off with him, or anyone else at the lab, except for noticing his flaming crush on you. And as he thinks about all the little things, he realizes it can’t stay bottled up forever. He has to tell you.

Before long, you’re home. The two and a half hour drive have Wendell a lot of time to think, yet somehow it also feels like he’s had no time at all. The time has also started your trail toward sobriety, and you can at least think coherently. Wendell wakes you, and when you wake up, your hand goes to your head.

“Good god. Did I get hit by a bus?” Your words are still slightly jumbled together, but you’re getting back to business as usual, and that’s good enough.

“There she is,” he singsongs playfully, glad to see your usual demeanour starting to return. You unbuckle your seatbelt, groaning when you go to move. Wendell offers you a hand, and you take it.

Helping you up, he puts an arm around your waist again. You stumble slightly, and when he catches you, you fall against him, leaning against his chest. He ends up just scooping you up off the ground and carrying you inside, placing you on the couch. You’re mostly in good shape, just awful clumsy and distracted due to your headache. Wendell heads into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and some crackers.

“How you doing?” He sits by your thigh, putting an arm on the back of the couch and looking over at you. You cover your face with your hands, laughing gently.

“Ugh, please tell me I didn’t actually make the worst sex implication joke ever.”

“Um...”

“Oh shit. This is embarrassing.” You sit up, still a little tipsy, but not as messed up as you were at the police station. Maybe if things go off you can play it off as Valentine’s tequila. “Fuck it. I’m just gonna go for it. Tonight was fun or whatever, but I really wanted to spend it with you.”

“We could’ve done that. We can hang out this weekend if you want.”

“No, no. You really are a blonde.” You laugh, nudging his shoulder with your fist. Suddenly nervous, you start to ramble. “Not that that’s bad, because you’re definitely pretty. You’re a cute blonde, and you do have really nice arms, they’re really toned, and you know, at the garage you wear these tight shirts and sometimes I just stare and I worry you see, but-“

“Y/n! You’re getting off track here.” He puts a hand on your shoulder, laughing at your rambles. “Maybe we should talk about this tomorrow.”

“I like you a lot.” The words are out of your mouth before he’s even finished his sentence. “Like I have feelings for you?” It comes out like a question, but it’s meant as more of a fearful statement.

“Wait, really?” His eyes widen and his smile falls. At first you think he’s about to run for the hills, but when a small smile appears on his face you’re not so sure.

“Ah, shit, I shouldn’t have said anything,” you curse, rolling your eyes at your own stupidity. That’s fuckin embarrassing.

“No, I like you, too. A lot.” Wendell takes your hand, and you lay against his side as he keeps talking. “We can talk more, when you’re sober. But I do like you. And I think that if we decided that this weekend’s hangout was more ‘ice skating in the park’ instead of ‘trying to kill each other at the rink’, I’d be more than okay with that. I’d like that a lot, actually.” He lets out a small, nervous chuckle, and he glances down at you, fingers grazing your cheek as he contemplates if it would be weird to cup your face with his hand and run his thumb over your cheek.

“Really?” You look up at him with an adorable awestruck expression, and he nearly bursts out laughing.

“Yeah, really.” A smile stays glued to his face, and he shifts slightly, which causes you to sit up. “Now, you should probably go to bed, so that you’re not completely useless tomorrow.”

Wendell plants a small kiss on the top of your head, before standing and scooping you up, bringing you to your room. He drops you gently on your bed, and you let out a small giggle as you bounce slightly with the impact. You banish him from your room so that you can change, and not really paying attention, grab a black hoodie and shorts out of your closet. When you open the door again, he’s just leaning against the wall outside.

“Sorry, I didn’t know where you wanted me to set up- is that my hoodie? I’ve been looking for that!”

“Huh?” You look down at the sweater, seeing the small Jeffersonian logo on the left side of the chest, and the initials on the sleeve. “Oh, I guess it is.” You remember when he gave it to you, he couldn’t stand the idea of you remaining in your blood soaked T-shirt, the grey had become a sticky maroon, too much so to be comfortable. “You can have it back-“

“No, you keep it.” He steps closer, lifting your chin so that you look at him, and brushing a stray hair out of your face. His voice drops, becoming softer and breathy. “It’s much cuter on you anyway,” he murmurs, making you blush profusely, a little laugh escaping your lips.

The two of you fall silent, each staring at the other’s lips. A hum comes from the furnace, causing you both to startle slightly, and it ends the moment. You glance back at Wendell again, before sitting on your bed. He tilts his head at you, mildly confused as to what you’re doing.

“Where did you want me to sleep?”

“Wherever you want. There’s blankets and a few pillows in the closet.”

He thanks you and walks out, and you breathe in deeply, not realizing how shallow your breathing had become. Your mind is racing, and so is your heart. This is simultaneously about the best and worst Valentine’s you’ve ever had. As you mull over the events of tonight, you slide under the blankets, laying back and staring at the ceiling. The shuffling in your living room comes to a stop, and you can hear Wendell coming back to your room. He stops in the doorway.

“Came back to say goodnight,” he says softly, making your heart melt.

“You mind staying for a while?” You sit up, looking at him. He glances over his shoulder at you, a perplexed expression plastered on his face. “What?! I’ve had a rough night,” you say, pretending to be offended. He makes his way over, laying on your bed, on top of the blankets. You roll over and face him, looking up at him lazily. “Goodnight, Wendell.”

You drift off to sleep fairly quickly, but not before you subconsciously lay your head on his chest. He’s terrified at first, frozen in place and afraid to breathe, but after a few minutes he collects himself and calms down. You sleep soundly, curled up beside Wendell. He’s warm and he smells good, and he’s pretty comfortable. By the morning, the two of you are completely intertwined, tangled in blankets and each others’ arms.

The two of you grab a greasy breakfast (and some Advil) and spend the day together, actually talking about what happened the night before. Most of the day is spent at your place, you and Wendell lounging around on your couch as you binge watch your favourite series and try to overcome your hangover.

The next days and weeks fly by, you and Wendell getting closer and closer. The pair of you go on a few dates before things are made official, Wendell going as far as taking you on a walk in the snow and officially asking you out by the outdoor rink. He even reserved ice time so the two of you could skate around like idiots and pass a puck around.

And eventually, when people start to see you’re together, and ask about your story, you have to tell them he bailed you out of jail after Galantine’s gone wrong.

#bones #wendell bray x reader #wendell bray #seeley booth #cam saroyan #temperance brennan #angela montenegro #daisy wick #y/n #bonestv #x reader #wendell bray x you #happy galentines #happy valentine’s #valentines

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itsyourcupofcoffee · 4 years

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“Please hold me tight, I think I’m going to break”

Ok, this is kind of sucky, but Dazai is bae. If you feel you are going through a tough time, please feel free to send us a dm!

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF SELF HARM, SUICIDE, DEATH, DEPRESSION .

The crimson hue of the Yokohama sky heralded that the dusk of night was about to make its appearance

Your fragile eyes stared as the clouds grew increasingly darker, that sensation came back up throughout your body, you called it grief, and lately you had no idea how to keep it under control. You wore out your tears many moons ago.

You inhaled the air around you, trying to find a way to ease the anxiety that this feeling made you feel.

To be honest, you weren't happy, at night you cried until your eyelids were exhausted and sleep invaded your entire body, in the mornings and in the afternoons, you displayed a carefree face; the agency was a workplace where work abounded, and you really didn't want to worry or 'bother' anyone with your problems.

Your figure began to shake gently, sobs decorated the walls of your room. Your hands were covering your face.

You can' t seem to remember the last time a razor was pressed against your flesh, but in that moment, there was a strong urge to feel that sensation.

This way, you thought, you wouldn't have to think about the real agony you were experiencing.

Your steps were directed to the bathroom, the cabinet was opened and a punctured element was found, you sat down on the edge of the tub, pulling up the bottom of your skirt to gain more access to your thigh, you took the object and pressed it against your epidermis, tears streamed from your face landing directly on your s/c skin.

Your sobs turned into desperate cries; how could a human being feel so much pain?

Your mind wandered around the corners of the tiles, until you reached the ceiling "WHY? Give me an Answer to this!" your throat screamed until your voice was slightly shutting off.

Your sight penetrated the bathroom ceiling, as you waited for an answer which you knew would never arrive.

A knock on your apartment door woke you up from this trance, it wasn't like you to have visitors, and you thought you weren't psychologically well enough to answer and pretend anymore. At least, not tonight.

You let the knocking stop, but to your agony, that noise never ceased, the thud was still present, and you didn't understand why. Sighing as you got up from the floor, you washed your face, fixed your skirt and headed towards the wooden material.

" Yes?" was the first thing you said as you opened the door, there before your eyes was Osamu, his bright smile shaped on his handsome face, you were confused, why would he come over to your house?

"Y/n-chan, I decided to stop by your house to have a nice tea with these wonderful little cakes that I bought!" You always wondered how he managed to keep up such an exhausting act, but in him, it looked charming.

"Osamu, I think this is not a good t-" without being able to even finish your sentence, he walked through the door and thus entering your apartment

"Nonsense Y/n-chan, you're just saying that because you've never tasted these little cakes!" You were more than confident that they were either a discount cake or an expiration promotion.

He took off his shoes and made his way over to your kitchen, grabbing the kettle in his hand and pouring in enough water for both of you. Your figure leaned against the door frame, watching his movements, a surprising smile graced your lips.

His eyes directed themselves to yours, both glances met and for a moment you felt how your cheeks were decorated with a light rosy shade. You never managed to confess to anybody the feelings you felt towards Osamu, because you knew that not even, he himself would take them seriously.

Suddenly his gaze became inexpressive, as if he were angry, surprised you asked him

"Osamu, is everything all right?" he approached your body and grabbed your wrist somewhat firmly. Jolting to the sudden movement, your e/c orbs analyzed his face "What's the matter?!"

"I knew you were hiding something, I felt it every time you faked a smile, but I never knew you were dealing with this too, why?

"I... I don't know what you're talking about"

You didn't know what kind of illusions you believed if you thought that Osamu hadn't discovered you way before and pretending to be incredulous wasn't going to work, not this time, not with him.

He lifted up your skirt, a small squeal made his attention focus on you for a few seconds "This needs to be treated before it gets infected".

You didn't know how to react, you were about to generate some kind of sentence, but Osamu grabbed your hand and took you to the bathroom. You sat on the edge of the bathtub, the surface was cold; meanwhile Osamu checked your medicine cabinet, in search of some kind of disinfectant and some gauze.

Your eyes simply observed his figure, as soon as he found what he required, he took the necessary materials to disinfect your wounds.

He bowed down before your physique, Osamu's knees touched the surface of the ceramics, he took a moment to analyze the wounds, which in total were three shallow cuts.

He picked up some of the saline solution, and poured it over the wound. The cold contact of the liquid on your skin caused you to jolt.

"Does it hurt?" his coffee-colored orbs, which were the loveliest shade of coffee you'd ever witnessed, all you wanted to do was get lost in them and never leave.

"A little, but it's nothing unbearable" a smile spread over your face.

"Osamu dried the wound with a gauze and applied a lotion so that the skin wouldn't get infected.

Once he finished healing you, he only remained silent, staring straight into your eyes, trying to find something, you don't know what, but by the sigh that came out of his lips, you could tell he couldn't find an anwser to what he was searching for .

"Y/n, please take care of yourself, I don't want you to injure yourself anymore" you felt that all that performance he always maintained was not present at that moment.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want you to know, nor did I want you to worry about me... it's not worth it"

Osamu took your hand, they were cold, empty, but when they met yours, they brought life to it, they complemented each other.

"Don't say that, believe me I care, I knew there was something going on"

There at that moment, you felt a knot form in your throat, as the tears were making their appearance in your eyeballs. All you managed to do was to hold him, to cling to him as tightly as if he would never disappear again.

"Osamu, please hold me tight, I think I'm going to break" the words came out broken, as silent as a whisper, you were afraid the air would carry them away without ever reaching his ears.

"Sh... easy y/n, I am here" his arms tightly wrapped around your form.

"I don't want you to leave me, I don't want you to go, I don't want to forget you, I want to see your face every day, I want to feel your cologne whenever you walk near me, I want to listen to those bad jokes you make all the time, I want to hear your laughter, I need it to keep going"

His body tensed as he heard your words, his arms lost strength as he embraced you, he gazed straight at your visage.

" I' m here, I won't leave, and you won't leave either, do you hear me?" with his fingertips he wiped away every tear that fell out of your eyes.

"Oh, and by the way, my jokes aren't bad," he said confidently.

You laughed, and sat down on the floor, wrapping your arms around Osamu's chest, as you sank your face into the crook of his neck, closing up your eyes as he gently stroked your hair, leading you into the dream land.

--------- Morning ---------

The alarm on your cell phone rumbled on the walls, your eyes slowly cracked open, your head was spinning, you felt a headache - it must have been caused by all the crying that went on the night before.

You looked around; you fell asleep leaning against the bathtub's back.

Osamu... there that feeling came up again, your chest was trembling due to the sorrow, you didn't want to get up, you didn't even want to keep on going. But you promised him you would do your best to keep living.

It has been six months since his death, and yet you still feel his presence near you every day. You believe this is due to all the feelings you had for him, all the love that you once wished to demonstrate towards him, but couldn’t manage to do so.

You stood up from the ground, approaching the sink to freshen up your face and then you headed towards the kitchen, there were two cups of coffee sitting on the counter, and next to them inside a bag, two little cakes.

Another day without Dazai.

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nalgenewhore · 4 years

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anything and everything

elide x lorcan, modern au, sick fic/domestic fluff, word count: 1874

The clock at the back of his classroom showed that there was two minutes left until lunch. The history teacher knew he’d lost his students three minutes ago, and tossed his printed copy of the PowerPoint onto his meticulously organised desk. “Alright, guys, I think that’s enough for today. Pack up and get out of here, yeah?”

The sounds of rustling paper and shuffling bags filled the room. Lorcan unplugged his laptop from the projector and clicked it off, pushing the cart back to its corner. He heard his grade twelves’ easy conversations and jokes as they filed out, bidding him good-bye.

“Bye, Mr. S,” Evangeline called, waving as she walked out, “thank you!”

“You’re welcome, Evangeline. Have a good day,” Lorcan replied. No one else was in his classroom, so he pushed in the chairs and picked up the stray pencils that had been left.

He slid his laptop into his bag and slung the leather strap over his shoulder. Lorcan left the blinds down from when they’d been drawn for the video he’d shown and flicked the lights off before he closed and locked the door.

His hands were shoved in his pockets as he walked to the teacher’s lounge. Lorcan was the first there and he decided to call home, his phone in his back pocket.

As the phone rang, Lorcan grabbed an apple from the bowl of fruit and rinsed it before he ate it.

His fiancée picked up after two rings and sounded even more congested and hoarse than she’d been in the morning, “Hello, love. How’s your day going?” Elide coughed loudly, the sound deep and from her chest, “I’m feeling so much better, honestly, baby. I think I’ll just pop in and teach my last few class–”

“Lee, you're sick. You'll collapse before you get to the front gate and you know it,” he said, nodding to Rowan, who walked in with Aelin and Lysandra. Nesryn couldn’t have been that far behind them.

Elide huffed, knowing he was right and hating it, “I’m not sick, I’m not even barfing! I’m just achy and I have a cough, I’m fine.”

“You have the flu, Elide. You do not have the energy to teach two classes - stay home.”

She muttered something and Lorcan could practically hear her eye roll. “Fine. I can do video calls anyway, bye-bye, L, love you!”

“That is not what I meant, Elide,” he protested, but Elide hung up. Lorcan sighed through his nose and put his phone in his pocket once more. The rest of the apple was gone in two bites.

From one of the tables, the blonde science teacher looked over at him, a bite of leftover risotto and pink salmon on her fork, “Was that our Ellie dear? How is she?”

“Stubborn and petty,” Lorcan grumbled in good nature. He tossed his apple core into the compost bin, “I’m done for the day, so I’m going home. Please don’t call me if you need help.” His colleagues laughed mockingly at his inconsiderate remark and Lorcan smirked, saluting them as he walked out. “Bye, guys. Have a good day.” He walked down the hall, waving and nodding to students he recognised.

Lorcan passed two of his favourites, Luca and Evangeline. They stopped him to talk and they chatted about Luca’s upcoming debate and Evangeline’s English presentation. He wished them both luck and continued on, all but refusing to acknowledge any of his other colleagues. Lorcan didn’t have anything against them, save for a few, but he didn’t want to be dragged into a long conversation with them when his girl was home sick and miserable.

Outside, it was raining, but light enough that it was more of a mist than any noticeable precipitation. Lorcan got into their old Volkswagen Jetta - the car that Elide had saved for during her last year of high school to buy - and pulled out of the parking lot, going slowly around the meandering students and teachers alike.

Since he hadn’t eaten lunch yet and he had been dreading his tuna salad sandwich all day, Lorcan stopped by the local Blackbeak restaurant. He bought pierogies, borscht, sausage, and cabbage rolls. Knowing Elide loved them so, he added on an order of sweet, apple-filled piroshkis and sweet tea.

Luckily, the wait wasn’t long and he tipped them well when they handed him the containers in two plastic bags, including a tray for their tea. Lorcan carried their food back to the car and put it on the passenger seat, carefully fitting the cups of tea in the cup holders.

Lorcan got back in his seat and drove on, more slowly this time so the food would remain untouched. He’d tossed his phone onto the dash and it rang. He glanced over at it and saw Elide calling him. Since he was driving, Lorcan didn’t pick up and he would be home soon enough.

He came to a stop at a red light and looked over at the text she sent him.

princess: r u too busy to answer me cause ur with ur new WHORE.

princess: dont even come home tn im so over ur disrespectful ass. smh. 🙄. cant believe i ever trusted a MAN.

princess: bby im so hungry tell me what to get i cant decide 🥺 pls help me ill b so nice to uuuuuu ❤🖤🥰🥰😘

Lorcan laughed and shook his head, driving on home. He pulled up in front of their townhouse a mere five minutes later. Carefully, Lorcan balanced everything and locked the car. He walked through the front gate and up the stone pathway.

Somehow, he managed to carry everything and unlocked the front door. When he walked in, he heard someone’s long nails tapping across a laptop keyboard. Lorcan chuckled quietly and put his bags down. He hung up his jacket, put his keys in the silver dish next to Elide’s, and toed off his shoes.

Lorcan walked down the hallway and passed the staircase, putting their food on the kitchen counter. Then, he rolled up the sleeves of his wool sweater and white shirt. He walked upstairs, “Lee? You in bed?”

He passed their shared office and leaned against the doorframe, eyes landing on his fiancée. Elide had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, her dark hair pushed up in a messy bun. Her thick glasses were perched on the edge of her nose and when she looked up at him, Elide pushed them back up, “Oh, hi, love.” She looked back at her laptop and colour-coordinated lesson plan, still typing. “I didn’t know you were coming home, you didn’t have to do that.”

“Evidently I did because my fiancée refuses to rest,” he said, shoving off the door and walking in. She rolled her eyes and frowned. Lorcan walked around to her side and crouched, twisting her chair around, “Elide. You’re sick. Your students are not going to be affected if you take a day or two off, now please. Can you just get back in bed? For me?”

She clicked her tongue and sighed, “That’s cheating. You can’t say it’s for you when you know I’d do anything for you.”

Lorcan smirked and cupped her face, his thumb stroking over her cheekbone, “Just doing what I can.” He surveyed her, his eyes not missing a thing. There was a slight sheen of sweat on her brow and her eyes were tired. Her skin was paler and more pallid than usual, the only spot of colour on the tip of her nose. She was restraining herself, but Lorcan could see her shivering. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m… fine.”

He arched a brow. Elide sighed through her nose and looked to the side.

“Fine. I feel like shit. I’m tired and I have a headache and I’m so, so tired,” she whispered, tipping herself forward and leaning into him. “I hated that you left this morning. I wanted to be with you and… and let you take care of me.”

Lorcan smiled softly and got to his feet, picking her up as well. Her head fell against his shoulder and he held her with one arm banded beneath her thighs. He cut off the camera and sent a bland message before signing out and turning it off. As he carried her out, Lorcan asked, “Are you hungry? Have you eaten anything?”

Elide shook her head, “No… I was sleeping.”

“I got food. Blackbeak,” he told her, smiling when she gasped wondrously.

“O-m-giness.” Elide said softly, dancing her shoulders around. “You’re the best, baby. Did you get piroshki? The- the sweet one. With apple.”

“Mm-hmm,” he said, pushing her hair back again. “And pierogies, tea, sausage, and cabbage rolls. Everything, even soup.”

“I love you so fuckin’ much, man,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck. Elide’s face was comfortably hidden in the crook of his neck. She could smell his cedar cologne, the lavender dryer ball on his sweater, and the sweetgrass he’d smudged with. “We should watch When Harry Met Sally.”

Lorcan huffed a laugh through his nose and kissed the side of her head, “Yeah. Sally’s a spaz.”

“And Harry’s an inconsiderate asshat,” Elide replied, squeezing her thighs around his hips.

They crossed through the door of their bedroom and Lorcan set her down on their bed. He left her be, letting her manoeuvre into her little nest of blankets, quilts, and a duvet.

He changed into sweatshorts and a hoodie with their university’s logo before going downstairs. On his way, he re-did his hair in some tiered, sloppy and loopy bun.

In the kitchen, he played some random song from his phone and bobbed his head as he served them both food.

Lorcan carried their plates and bowls back upstairs. Elide got up to help her when he got to their room. On the TV that opposited their bed showed the main menu of When Harry Met Sally. He laughed quietly and shook his head, sitting down beside her and getting comfortable.

Elide hummed delightedly and pressed play from her phone. She took the tea first and drank it quickly, suddenly ravenous. Lorcan passed her water and medicine. Elide took it and ate her beet soup, sans sour cream.

The movie played and Lorcan ate his pierogies, gently sipping on his own tea.

Done first, Elide put her dish to the side and leaned into him. She mouthed the lines, her eyes slowly falling shut. Lorcan grinned and finished the cabbage roll before easing out from under her and taking their things back downstairs.

He got her more citrus tea and went back upstairs. The flu-ridden woman woke up when he got in bed and resituated herself.

“I got the vaccine, baby,” Elide muttered, her arms wrapped around his neck, “and I’m still sick. I’m anti-vax now. They’re hoaxes.”

Lorcan sighed through his nose, still adoring her dramatics. “You can’t say that to your students, Lee. They believe anything.”

The chemistry teacher smacked his chest, “They arent dumb! They’re just…”

“Stupid,” Lorcan finished her sentence. “C’mon, I had a student who didn’t know Terrasen’s capital. He was born here, Elide.”

She snorted and hid her face in his neck. “I love you.”

“Forever and always, Lee.”

☽ ☼ ☾

an: i luv them. omg.

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catzula · 4 years

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Lost and Found

250 followers! Thank you! I couldn’t edit this, it’s pretty late where I live, but I think it turned out pretty well and I'llprobably edit it in the morning, so, ugh, enjoy!

btw I just realized this is my 25th post and it’s funny since it’s also 250 followers thank you post hehe also a last minute edit of oh shit I had a taglist and like ily aah first time tagging someone @astroninaaa

Bakugou x fem!cat quirk!reader

warnings: kissing, cursing, it’s 7.6k- I swear I tried to keep it short but I couldn’t, being very annoying to each other- I don’t know tbh

genre: fluff, enemies to lovers au

***

It wasn’t a secret that you and your neighbor didn’t like each other, but what many people didn’t know was how deep this dislike was. You were in a war, fighting each other openly or secretly, but always finding a way to irritate each other to the most.

You groaned when you heard loud thuds coming from the apartment right next to you, waking you from your one of many daily naps. Trying to go back to sleep, you closed your eyes and snuggled even deeper to the blanket fort you have made, but had to open them once again when you heard a louder thud followed with a string of curses, and guessed that he probably had tossed into another furniture. Really, how long does it take for one to get used to the placement of their furniture?

Pressing the pillow you were hugging to your ear to cancel out the noise, you took a deep, irritated breath, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep again. You could hear his every move, whether it was because of your heightened hearing abilities, or because he was generally a loud person, you weren’t sure. When you finally heard him settling down on the couch, you hoped to sleep, groaned with frustration when he turned the tv on, and like always, on the loudest setting.

”Oh my god!” You screamed into your pillow, sitting up from your sleeping position. Everything was much better before he had moved to the place right next to you. When you didn’t work on your college assignments, you usually slept when you were home, so you wished for silence, and you had no problems with that whatsoever until he moved to the apartment next to you.

Though you weren’t the only one unhappy because of their neighbor. Bakugou, too lost countless hours of sleep because of the cats whining and screaming every night, since it was really common of your quirk for the cats to feel and want to be closer to you. It was like every cat in the damn neighborhood was pulled to you, and they all seemed to be very agitated since they just never shut up. Bakugou needed his sleep -so did you, but it seemed he wasn’t aware of that… or simply didn’t care- and it affected his life enormously when he couldn’t get his sleep, as it had been affecting him the past few weeks.

He had bought a cat repellant for that, a device that released a sound only cats could hear, to prevent the cats from lurking around the building, not even thinking of its effect on you. After only an hour of using the device, he heard a very aggressive knock on his door, only to find his downstairs neighbor glaring at him. Her hair disheveled and ruffled like a cat’s fur would be when it was angry, purple bags under her eyes, and her face pale, looking like she came to his door straight from a war.

He also noticed how one of your socks were missing, and the odd scene of one clothed and one bare foot made him want to laugh. He didn’t know it was because of the many cats that liked to steal your stuff since they thought of your scent relaxing.

It wasn’t the first time he had seen you, but it still took a moment for him to recognize you. His gaze wandered on the tail wagging behind you and the pair of cat ears on your head, grimacing when he caught himself thinking about how cute you looked.

”What do you want?” He asked with a glare as intense as yours, but you gritted your teeth and kept glaring without answering his question. He could see your cat ears twitching with the now increased sound since you were closer to the source. ”What- what the fuck is that?”

”What is what?” Bakugou raised his shapely brows, though he was well aware of the reason you were here. Your eyes roaming in the room, trying to find where this goddamn noise was coming from, you looked so irritated that he felt his lips twitching to a smile at the sight.

Without waiting for him to invite you in -not that he would do that- you entered his house, walking to the table that stood in the middle of the room. Your ears were twitching constantly with irritation, your tail not moving anymore.

”Hey, what the fuck are you doing, just walking in my damn appartement?!” He shouted, holding and pulling you back from your elbow, but you easily pulled yourself free from his grip with the adrenaline flowing in your veins. And Bakugou was a smart man, one look you sent his way told him to stay away from you.

The room was unexpectedly tidy, especially for a guy as impatient and angry as him, and the caramel scent you always sensed whenever you saw him now even stronger. A small, black device on the table caught your eye, noticing it was that that caused you to go insane.

”This! What the fuck is this? ” You took it to your hands and brought it closer to your eyes to examine it closer, though the ongoing noise making you shriek with discomfort.

”Is this a cat repellant?!” You blurted out, now even angrier. Quickly putting the device back to its place, he noticed the pure disgust on your face. You turned back to face him, meeting his blood-red eyes that were twinkling with amusement. Seeing him enjoying this made your blood boil, you physically had to hold yourself back from jumping on him and ripping that stupidly good looking smile off of his face.

”You bastard,” you choked out when he didn’t answer, ”you bought a cat repellant?!” Pressing every button on the device, you desperately tried to stop the sound. ”Of course I did.” He answered, the amused look in his eyes now gone with your insult. ”Your cats wouldn’t let me sleep! They’re so fucking annoying.”

”Is that so? ” You asked, taking a deep breath of relief when you finally closed that shitty device off. ”Am I supposed to buy a Bakugou repellant, then? Since you’re so fucking annoying, too. ” You shot back, and you had to admit, it wasn’t nearly as clever as you wanted it to be, but it still worked since Bakugou was seemingly fuming.

”You little- You have the audacity to come into my house, force yourself in, and talk to me like this? You really are as dumb as you look.”

Your eyes narrowed, hands itching to throw a punch right across his handsome face. When you stood silent he sighed with annoyance. ”Get out already! I don’t have time for this shit.” He pulled you towards the exit, but you still had much to say. Apparently, Bakugou knew what you were thinking since when you didn’t exit the room, he simply took the device and turned it on.

Hearing the sound so suddenly made you choke on your words for a second or so, making you want to carve your ears out. ”You- you-” You tried to talk, but he couldn’t care less.

”I said get out.” He ordered, and you did, though not because you were afraid of him, but because the sound was unbearable. Storming out of the room, you promised yourself to annoy him as much as he did you.

This day was the beginning of the war between you two (though you never once heard that noise again after that day, and you were secretly grateful… not that you would admit to that).

You made the cats jump on him when they saw him, get in his apartment, and shed as much as they could whenever they had the chance, making them steal his socks and small trinkets just to piss him off, so in return, he became the loudest neighbor ever. Using the tv in the loudest setting, playing that goddamn drum set every now and then -hitting hit like his life depended on it-, training on the punching bag he hung on the wall that was joint with your wall, you could swear he bought the loudest vacuum cleaner available, and he always played that horrible horrible music that was almost as bad as the cat repellant.

Your cats left furballs in his balcony, he sprayed lemon juice to your balcony, somehow knowing the citrus smell always made you gag and gave you the worst headaches. It went on and on, and it was just getting tiresome at this point, but neither of you was willing to back off.

Stretching your muscles that were stiff from sitting in one place for a long time, you couldn’t help the cat-like moan coming out of your lips, remembering you had another assignment that was due a week from today, though knowing yourself, you would either do it today or the last day. Deciding it was better to at least start it today, you stood up, going towards the kitchen to fix yourself something to eat, though the sudden lack of noise coming from next door making your ears perk up with curiosity.

You listened to him a bit, trying to guess why he was so quiet all of a sudden, but shrugged to yourself and took a snack out of your cupboard. You were going to the balcony to work on the assignment when you heard the water running, explaining the sudden lack of noise.

Since the marble ground in the balcony always made your feet feel cold, you looked for your socks, and you could swear you left them right on the counter, though it wasn’t much of a shock not to find them there. The cats loved to steal or move stuff that belonged to you, and a small part in you felt a little better since Bakugou was going through the same thing.

Since you and Bakugou shared a balcony and both enjoyed being outdoors, it was hard to escape each other, and crossing paths out there always led to the worst arguments. So you were glad to have some quiet time you could spend alone here.

You sat down, sipping on your coffee as you tried to find a comfortable position. As you opened a new word document, you bit your lip, thinking of a strong sentence to start the essay. It was always the hardest to write the first few sentences, you thought. You made a motion to tie your hair, only to find your hair tie missing, too.

Diving deep in your thoughts, writing and erasing the different versions of the same sentence, you hadn’t realized Bakugou was done with his shower, nor had you noticed him and another familiar face coming out, joining you in the balcony.

“Oh, hey Y/N-chan!” You heard someone call out to you, the sound making you let out a small shriek of surprise. It was Kirishima, one of the rare people who visited Bakugou often. His red hair was as spiky as ever, and it always made you wonder how he styled his hair to get that spiky style. Kirishima’s hair always had that hair-gel smell to it, unlike Bakugou’s caramel and mint-scented ones, indicating Kirishima’s hair was not naturally spiky.

“Hey, hey- It’s just me!” He told you when he heard your shriek and noticed how you tucked your tail anxiously between your legs. It took you a few seconds for your nerves to calm down and accept that he wasn’t a threat. “Oh, I’m sorry Kiri-kun. I wasn’t paying attention.” You said with an apologetic smile, noticing how Bakugou winced as you called his friend Kiri-Kun.

Bakugou had a pair of shorts and a shirt on, the black shirt clinging to his frame that caused your ears to twitch in embarrassment of your thoughts.

His ashy hair was still a bit damp, though it was obvious he blow-dried them. You didn’t expect less from the control-freak, though, you could do without that mind-fuzzing caramel scent of his.

“Oh, were you working on something?” Kirishima smiled sweetly as he glanced on your computer screen. “Yeah,” you answered with a pout that meant it’s-not-going-well, making his smile wider. “It’s not important, though.” You closed the screen since you weren’t actually doing anything other than looking at the blank word document.

“Oi, shitty hair!” Bakugou called out when you kept talking with his friend, both of you ignoring him in his part of the balcony. “Come here.”

“Aww, missed me already?” Kirishima teased, causing Bakugou to growl with annoyance. “If you don’t come here right now-” He stopped mid-sentence when he heard you sigh. The crimson gaze quickly turning to you, the annoyed look on his face left its place to straight on angry.

“What the fuck is your problem?”

“Can you at least try to be a little more quiet? You’re hurting my ears.” You answered with a mocking look, though what you said wasn’t exactly the truth. Disturbing, maybe, but not quite hurtful.

“Can you try to be a little less annoying? You’re hurting my nerves.” Kirishima pouted when Bakugou shot back at your unnecessary attempt to fight with him. “Now- Bakubro, that’s not something you say to a lady.”

Bakugou looked like he had a lot to say, but surprisingly, he chose to stay quiet. Instead, he sat in his place with a grumpy pout on his face and arms crossed on his chest, the sight caused an odd, tingly feeling to spread in your chest. “Will you come here already?” He finally asked when Kirishima kept making small talk with you.

“Eh,” Kirishima sent him a toothy grin as he scratched the back of his neck, “why don’t you just come here?”

“Haah?!” Bakugou blurted, making your ears to hurt for real this time. “I’m not sitting with her!”

“And I’m not sitting with him!” You answered though the blunt response of not being wanted did hurt just the little bit. Denying this feeling, you glared at his crimson eyes, the ones that were challenging you to do so. It took at least 30 seconds before Kirishima interrupted the silent war going between you and Bakugou, finally allowing you to blink or look away. “Oh, quit being a baby, you two.” Kirishima muttered, rolling his eyes. “Both of you are adults enough to sit together for an hour or two without killing each other.”

When Bakugou clicked his tongue in annoyance and looked away, Kirishima pestered him. “Right, Bakugou?” It was a secret challenge, you were sure. If you started an argument, you would lose. And God knew, you would rather die than lose to him.

So without protesting you sat back in your place, followed by Kirishima, who was grinning mischievously. Bakugou was the last to sit down, displeasure and annoyance evident on his face. You took a long sip of your now cold coffee, sending a teasing smile to Bakugou in the process, earning an annoyed “tch” from him. You noticed he did this quite often.

“So,” Kirishima said cheerfully to at least diffuse some of this heavy tension in the air. “How are you, Y/N-chan?”

You shrugged. “Not much, I guess. I’m a little bored at home, and it sucks that I can’t even sleep because of a certain someone.” You didn’t hold back from sending one more look at the blonde’s way.

“Serves you right,” Bakugou growled, his eyes narrowed into slits, “since I can’t sleep either.” You noticed Kirishima snickering as he rolled his eyes with irritation.

“Must be something in the air.” He joked, an attempt to stop the fight before it started, but neither of you was paying attention to him.

“Oh, really? You can’t sleep, and that’s my fault?” You asked quirking a brow up and scoffed when he nodded curtly. “I’m not the irrationally loud one around here, am I?”

“No, your cats are the irrationally angry ones.” Bakugou answered, weaving his hand through his now dry and messy hair, a way of showing his frustration. Your eyes followed his hand, gulping when you noticed your mind started to wonder how it would feel like under your touch.

Noticing how one small act diffused your anger and fuzzied your mind almost instantly, you felt even angrier than before. “Oh, yeah.” You exclaimed. “That should explain why you bought a fucking cat repellant!” His teeth gritting with annoyance, he was going to answer if it wasn’t for Kirishima whose eyes widened with genuine shock.

“You did what?!”

“You heard it! I was losing my mind because of him.” You muttered under your breath, remembering that god awful sound, shivering because of the memory.

“Then make your cats shut up!”

“For the love of God, they’re not my cats! I can’t do anything to stop them from wanting to be closer to me.” Well, that was a lie, but they didn’t need to know that. It was just that the cat’s presence calmed you, making you feel a little less lonely.

“Beats me.” Bakugou answered, though didn’t hold back a ‘You either make them shut up, or else’ look. This only made you angrier, you could feel your hands itching to punch him in his smug face.

Both of them were well aware of how your tail was perking and ruffling behind you, indicating just how irritated and angry you were. “You’re just so god damn annoying, I can’t even-”

“Guys, guys.” Kirishima stopped you by holding your arm when you sprinted on your legs, either to jump on him or run inside, you weren’t sure either. “You did tell me you were going to sit like an adult and not fight, right?”

“He started it!” You felt like a child, but it was okay since he was acting like one too.

“Me?!” He growled, his eyes never leaving yours, and you felt the odd urge to gulp. Taking a deep breath, you sat back down when Kirishima looked at you with a brow quirked up.

“Can you play some music?” You asked for a change of topic. When Bakugou reached for his phone, you grimaced, remembering the things he often listened to. He saw the sour expression on your face and rolled his eyes.

“Now what?”

“I didn’t say anything!” You protested though you kept making a face, you sighed when he looked at you demandingly. “It’s just that… your music taste is kinda lame.”

“What?!” He blurted out, looking genuinely shocked, which amused you just a little bit. Kirishima was roaring with laughter, obviously not expecting that either. “My music taste is the best in the fucking world!” He grunted, his cheeks slightly tinged pink.

“Not to me.” You shrugged, which caused a grumpy expression to find its place on his face. “Then you just have bad taste in music.” He reached for his phone one more time, not breaking eye contact once as he opened a song. You expected that loud music he always seemed to enjoy but were surprised when you heard a soft acoustic guitar instead.

“Oh, I love this song.” Kirishima muttered as he closed his eyes and went along with the song, causing Bakugou to send you a knowing smirk that just screamed ‘See? Even he likes it’ And you couldn’t deny it was… good.

“Well, it’s not that bad, I guess.” You admitted hesitantly, forgetting how bad you were at lying, thanks to your feline parts. This only made Bakugou’s smirk even wider, almost turning it to a genuine smile that made him look even more handsome than he already was, and you felt like smiling back at him. Kirishima stood up, mumbling about getting coffee as he went inside, but neither of you paid attention. “I didn’t think you listened to these kind of music, too.”

“That’s on you for being prejudiced.” He mumbled, and you furrowed your brows. “Prejudiced? If there’s anyone prejudiced here, it’s you!” You protested at the accusation, making him lean even closer to you, so close that you could almost feel the heat radiating from him.

“You don’t know anything about me.” He told you with a low voice that sent goosebumps down your spine. You could feel your breath hitching in your chest, your heart beating like it was trying to scare him away. “I might not know you personally, but I know what type of a person you are.”

“Oh, really?” He quirked his brow, interested. “Do tell me. What kind of a person am I?” He looked like he was just teasing you, but you could see how serious he was under his cynical mask. “Well,” you started your sentence without thinking, “you are a selfish, self-centered, egoistic man who doesn’t care about anyone else but himself.” You exclaimed as you thought about all those times you were awoken from your sleep, that god awful day you almost lost your mind, and the times you had the worst headache because of the citrusy smell he kept spraying on your balcony.

“You want everyone to do anything you say without question, expect them to do everything your way and the way you want it to be, not even thinking about how it would effect them!”

He stood silent at your sudden exclaim, and you didn’t miss how his upper lip curled in a threatening manner. His ruby eyes burning with anger, you couldn’t help but think how beautiful they looked.

A few seconds of silence past, making you wonder if you went too far, and just as you were about to apologize, you noticed his eyes softening just a little bit, a small smirk finding it’s way on his soft-looking lips. “You know, you may be right in all those.” He muttered his voice so low that made your tail stay still with- excitement? His smirk grew wider when he looked at your still tail and perked up ears, and you knew he was well aware of your feelings.

“But,” He started to talk, once again leaning closer, so close that his porcelain skin just millimeters away from your face. “how are you any different, than me?”

Now, that was the last thing you expected him to say.

And it was the only thing that could leave you speechless like this. Your mouth slightly agape, you looked at him with wide, innocent eyes, rapidly trying to find an answer to turn this all around.

But instead, you had to admit defeat.

You sighed as you stood up, taking your laptop and your half-full coffee mug off the table. “Touché.” You told him with a small smile, and you saw him smiling, too.

***

Standing up, you opened your balcony door to have some fresh air and take a break from the essay you just weren’t able to perfect. You had finally managed to finish writing, but editing was just as hard. Rubbing your temples, you stretched your muscles, bored from doing the same thing for the past few hours or so.

As if it wasn’t bad enough, your thoughts had been drifting to the handsome man living right next to you almost constantly. You couldn’t help but replay the conversation you had that day when Kirishima had visited him, and even if you didn’t want to admit, your opinion of him had been changing this past week or so.

Throughout the past one or two weeks, you noticed how these balcony conversations started to happen every day, sometimes even twice a day. You somehow managed to cross paths every single day -you didn’t want to admit, but it wasn’t exactly wrong that your balcony visits were getting frequent at this point, in hope to… catch a glimpse or have a conversation- what you didn’t know was that it was the same with him, too.

He found himself looking your way whenever he was out, sitting in his side of the balcony. Or when he was watching tv or anything, his eyes always looked at your side to find a glimpse of you, going out with two mugs of coffee in his hand when he saw you, your laptop open in front of you, your tail wagging and ears twitching whenever they caught a sound. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw you sitting there, typing something with a displeased look and furrowed brows.

And even though you concealed it immediately, he always caught the bright smile that sat on your lips whenever you spotted him with an extra mug of coffee in his hands.

“Oh, hey.” You muttered when you saw him coming out of his apartment, trying to wear his slippers without spilling the coffee (one of his socks was missing, and you found this to be hilarious). The mixture of his caramel scent and the coffee smell caused you to short circuit for a few seconds.

Pressing your lips together, you tried to suppress your smile, but you were half sure your tail gave your emotions away. “Working hard.” He grunted, and you nodded, this time unable to conceal the smile hanging on your lips.

You shrugged, closing your laptop, fully aware there was no way you could focus on your work when he was sitting right across you -especially looking this good, did he do something with his hair? How did he look this good this early in the morning?-

“How’s Kirishima?” You asked when the silence ensued. His brows twitched with the question, but he grunted. “Good, I guess. He’s working hard.”

“Oh, and here I am, thinking that it was because of me boring him to death that he wasn’t visiting anymore.” You joked, finally able to get a responsive smile back form him. “That, too.” He answered.

He watched as you sipped the coffee he brought -oddly, it was just the way you liked your coffee- and smirked when a relaxed smile appeared on your face with the familiar taste.

“This is… really good. Thanks.” You mumbled, feeling how your cheeks were starting to heat up. You were about to ask something unimportant just for the sake of talking when he suddenly leaned in, his face so close to yours that you didn’t even notice his hand above you, touching your hair with a softness you didn’t expect from him.

You couldn’t even question what he was doing as his hand straddled your hair, his ruby eyes slightly narrowed and looking at you, his tongue sliding on his soft-looking lips, focused. His caramel scent now so strong, you held your breath, or maybe it was because of the excitement that caused you to do so.

It wasn’t something he had planned to do either, more like a pure instinct that caused him to lean closer to you and try to take that stray leaf that was stuck in your hair.

Your eyes wandered over his flawless face, and just as you did so, his eyes lowered to yours, only to find them looking at him, wide open. The way you looked at him was so sweet, so innocent, and so unlike the anger he thought he would see, it caught him off-guard, his hand slipping and grazing your cat-ears, instead.

His thumb caressing your velvety ears, it was a natural reaction of your body, to close your eyes and lean into his touch, and a deep purr escaped your lips, making you both look at each other with widened eyes.

A few seconds of silence past as you prayed to god or whatever force there was, that he didn’t hear the sound that just came from you. But your hopes died when he looked at you like you grew a second head.

“Did you-” He stammered, causing the heat on your cheeks to worsen, “Did you just purr?”

“I didn’t purr- sh-shut up!” You exclaimed, but he wasn’t over it yet, apparently.

“No- no, did you really just-” His hand that was still on your head moved slightly, and even though you were expecting it this time, you couldn’t conceal how your body flinched and how your tail moved with the feeling of his hand on your ears. The smirk that was growing on his lips didn’t help either.

“Can you- can you stop that?” You whispered, and he chuckled. “What, this?” He asked, moving his thumb ever so slightly, just to be able to see that expression on your face, one more time. The way you closed your eyes with an animalistic instinct, your ears twitching under his touch, and it felt so right-

“Y-yes, stop that please.”

He pulled back, sipping his coffee with a smug grin on his lips. “Didn’t know my neighbour was so sensitive.” He muttered into his mug, not helping your situation the slightest bit.

“Of course my ears are sensitive!” You protested, trying to shake the embarrassment away. “I am a cat after all.”

He hummed, agreeing to what you said, but somehow it felt even worse when he agreed to you.

***

“Oh my fucking god!” You screamed at the annoyingly loud music coming from the other side of the wall. Standing up, you walked to the joint wall, feeling even more frustrated when you felt your concentration fading. Just a few seconds ago you were on fire, working on the essay like it was the last thing you were going to do, and now, it was gone forever.

You looked at the small USB drive that stood on your desk, the one that held every document that was supposed to be on your laptop.

Since your laptop was quite old, it didn’t have enough space to hold many things, so until you had enough money to buy a new one, you came up with this solution, though, it wasn’t very practical.

“Bakugou!” You hit the wall with all your might, trying to get his attention. “For the love of god, can you please shut the fuck up?”

You knew he could hear you since his grunts and snickers were audible to your ears, but he didn’t seem to care, he turned the volume up, instead. Gritting your teeth with annoyance, you started kicking the wall.

“Ba-”

thump

“Ku”

thump

“Gou!”

thump

“I’m trying to-” Your voice was muffled by the guitar solo. “I’m worki-” You tried to scream when you finally heard the guitar solo coming to an end, but your words once again faded when the drums started to play, this time even louder than before.

“Bakugou, I’m working here!” You screamed, knowing it wouldn’t reach him. Huffing with annoyance, you ran your fingers through your hair to look somewhat decent and got out to the balcony. You didn’t notice how you left the USB on the counter, or that you left the balcony door open when you ran outside.

***

Bakugou grinned when he heard a soft knock on his balcony door. He was well aware of who it was, and he ignored how fast his heart suddenly started to beat when he heard the knocks.

What he couldn’t ignore was, however, that it wasn’t him being stupidly stubborn when he played that loud music. He knew you were working, and a tiny voice his mind told him that if he played it loud enough, he might get the chance to see you.

Bakugou gave the punching bag one or two last punches before he turned to the door and opened it for you, a smug grin that you were now used to see -and somehow even started to like- on his face. You looked thoroughly annoyed, though he was well-aware of how your tail swayed behind you with excitement and playfulness.

You had pajama’s on, a little too light for the chilly night. Bakugou grunted in a disapproving manner, though he did skid aside, a way of telling you to get in already. As you took the silent invitation, both of you were thinking of the same night, when you had barged in his house for buying a cat repellent. He couldn’t help but smile at the odd memory.

“What’s your problem?” He asked in fake annoyance.

“You’re being too loud!” You protested though the smile on your lips and the sparkle in your eyes gave your act away. “I can’t work because of you.”

“Must be because I’m a smug bastard who doesn’t care about anyone but himself.” He teased, the words 'but then again, so are you’ unspoken, but very much told. You rolled your eyes at the attempt to get you flustered. “And I’m here to tell the smug bastard to be quiet for a few fucking hours so I can work, 'kay?” You told him with a challenging look as you made your way back out to the balcony.

“Whatever the princess says.” He answered cynically, but his smile was genuine for once.

“Goodnight, Bakugou.” You finally gave in and smiled back brightly, and he felt this odd tingle in his chest, which had been happening quite frequently lately.

“Goodnight, princess.” The nickname was meant to be cynical and mocking, though somehow it felt endearing, instead.

With a smile on your lips, you turned back to your apartment, the lack of noise from the apartment next to you a pleasant surprise, making your smile even wider.

Your smile faded when you looked at the USB that was on the counter. Or more like, lack thereof. You were sure you had left it right there, and then you had just-

Oh, shit.

You could smell the cats that were here a few seconds before you, and there was no mistake, it was them who took it along with a few other stuff. Groaning and cursing, you started to walk around the house, frantically searching for the little USB drive, looking under the tables and cupboards, under the fridge, over the fridge, under the curtains…

Running your hands through your hair, you got out of your apartment, not even aware of how cold the night was. If it wasn’t in your apartment, you knew only one other place they could hide your stuff in. The garbage.

Groaning and cursing, you arrived at the big, smelly green thing that was almost a second house to the stray cats. The cats felt your presence before they even saw you, running away for their lives since they could feel how furious you were.

“Where is it?!” You asked them before they could get away, but they ignored your question and ran, leaving you alone in this miserable place. No matter how in contact you were with your feline side, you could never understand how cats could feel at ease in the garbage.

Biting your lip in hesitation -is it really that important? Can’t I just rewrite the 200 files in there?- you rolled your sleeves up, disgust boiling in the pit of your stomach. You finally managed to get one foot in there, the smell and the feeling altogether making your eyes water with disgust, and you were well aware, the second you let your guard down, you would throw up.

What took the most courage was to put your hands in there and actually move the trash. You could only thank God that not everything was out in the open, and most was in big black trash bags, but some were ripped open and scattered, thank the cats.

Even if it was the most disgusting thing ever, you did get used to the sickening smell and the feeling of sitting on top of the trash. Whenever a cat got close to you to apologize, you threw whatever was in your hand at them -along with a string of curses-, making them realize you were pissed.

Bakugou was smiling when he closed the door after you. He tried to stop smiling and be annoyed with you, but how could he when you looked at him like that? He remembered how you purred that day when he had touched your soft ears, the memory only making his cheeks red and his grin wider.

He was going to go on with his workout when he heard a noise coming from outside. He frowned when he realized it was once again the cats scattering and playing with the garbage. He was going to ignore it, but he groaned in annoyance when he heard a loud glass breaking sound. They were particularly messy today.

Wearing the sweatshirt that was on his chair, he went downstairs to at least scare them away, but as he got closer to the source of the sound, he also noticed someone talking to themselves, grumbling and mumbling under their breath, and he noticed it was you in the garbage, and not cats.

His eyes widening when he got sure it was you -he could recognize your voice, especially when complaining- cursing and searching the trash.

You noticed his presence, your hands coming up as if to say I’m not guilty, and you looked at him with horror. “Wh- what are you doing here?!” You stammered when he kept looking at you with disgust and confusion.

“I should be the one asking that.” He answered, “What the fuck are you doing in there?!”

“I- I’m-” How were you even supposed to answer that? “I’m searching for something.” You finally admitted, tears swelling in your eyes, and this time, not because of the smell. “The cats stole my- and now I’m- I gotta-” It was especially hard to talk as you tried to hold back your tears, you realized, not even able to make a full sentence.

“What?” He asked, rightfully confused.

“I- I left my USB on the counter- and now it’s gone! I had my assignments and everything in there and now I can’t find it.” You finally managed to answer, you could feel a tear sliding down your cheek and you couldn’t even wipe your tear since your hand was dirty.

“For fucks sake, how did you even-” He stopped talking when he heard your sniff. “Wait- are you crying?”

“No!” You answered, biting your lip. “It just smells really bad in here, the heightened smelling abilities and shit, you know.” You lied, not very good, though.

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah- right.” Expecting him to turn around and go his not disturbingly bad smelling home, but he got a little closer to you, instead.

“Scoot over.” He told you after inspecting the garbage with his ruby eyes, looking very- very uncomfortable.

“What?” You asked as you dropped the trash that was currently in your hands. “You heard me.” Bakugou muttered. “Scoot over, I’m coming in.”

“You’re going to help me?!” He scoffed when he heard the disbelief in your voice, and you couldn’t suppress the odd feeling of relief washing over you. It wasn’t having someone next to you to help, but it was having him near you.

He held the cold metal, pulling himself up and joining you in your misery. “Thank you, Bakugou.” You muttered as he settled to the place next to you, a sour expression on his face, caused by the disgusting feeling and smell.

“Whatever, let’s just find the shitty thing and get out of here already.” He grunted, and you smiled.

***

Drying your hair with a towel, you were finally able to get rid of that awful smell. Bakugou was already clean and dry, sipping something out of his mug. You were surprised to see him sitting out in the balcony, despite the cold weather and the late hour.

“Hey,” you muttered, running the towel through your hair one more time. You heard him grunt in response, not raising his head from the steaming substance -it was coffee, you realized, and you noticed there was one mug right where you usually sat, too- and sat across him.

“Is the shitty thing still working?” He asked, breaking the silence. He scoffed when you nodded. You were about to thank him for the 100th time when he leaned a bit closer to you, his eyes narrowing and lips curling in a frown in displeasure.

“Didn’t you dry your hair after taking a shower?” His hand touched your hair. Not giving you the time to answer, he stood up and sat next to you, instead. “You dumbass, it’s fucking cold.”

Shaking his sweatshirt off of him, he pulled it over your head, dressing you with it, even though it was a little too big for you. He closed the hood and hid your cat ears and damp hair under it, his scent all your mind could process for a second or so.

His thumb touched your cheek softly as he closed the hood, Bakugou noticed how you leaned into his touch or drew a sharp breath as he traced a soft line with his touch.

Suddenly, his presence was overwhelmingly strong, your bodies so close and his face near yours, your mind only occupied with him and him only. His gaze dropped to your lips as you took one more sharp breath, ruby eyes darkening as you rolled your lip in your mouth anxiously.

“I-” You started to talk, but stopped when you noticed you had nothing to say. Maybe you should thank him again, you thought, and as you were about to do so, his thumb that was on your cheek pressed in, in a warning manner.

“I swear to god, if you thank me one more fucking time-”

“What?” You asked, not realizing you were getting closer to him, so close that you could feel his soft breath on your face. “What will you do if I thank you one more fucking time?”

He saw the challenging smile that was forming on your soft-looking lips, swallowing the excitement that was rising in his chest. “I will- silence you.” Bakugou answered, also smiling.

“Well then, thank you Ba- mmph!-” Bakugou was a man of his word, after all, so he did what he said. His lips closing in on yours, for the first time in your life, you weren’t mad at someone for not letting you finish your sentence.

***

Your head right on his chest, you could hear his steady heartbeat, the sound oddly comforting. One of his arms was wrapped around your waist, holding and not letting you an inch away from him, the other softly stroking your hair and your ears, smiling at the feeling of you purring right on top of his chest.

It felt so nice to be so close to him, your hand in his ash-blond hair, running your fingers through them. You moved in your place a little, snuggling into him, making him grunt in annoyance. “Stop moving, shitty woman.”

You smiled, moving even more just to annoy him even further. He was going to say something when a loud cat scream caused both of you to shut up. You could feel him gritting his teeth, his irritation evident, and you weren’t making it better by laughing at him.

“You know, this is all your fault-” He protested, but was once again interrupted by the cats. “For fucks sake- can’t you silence them, at least for one night?”

“Okay, okay. Just this one night.” You always liked hearing the cats, they made you feel lonely, but tonight, you didn’t need them to make you feel better.

You opened the window, leaning a bit as you glanced at the blonde that was watching you with much interest, sending a small smile his way as you opened your mouth and shouted. “Shut up!”

Bakugou didn’t know what exactly he was expecting, but he definitely didn’t expect that. “Is that it?” He asked in disbelief as you settled back on top of his chest, his arms wrapping you immediately.

“Yup,” You nodded, a cheeky smile on your face. He shook his head side to side, though he was laughing as he did so.

“I would’ve done that sooner if I knew,oes d it work on you, too?.” He muttered in your hair and laughed when you punched him. Pulling back slightly, he made you look at his face. “So it doesn’t work.” He grinned when you rolled your eyes. “But, still, that was fucking hot.” Bakugou muttered, leaning in to kiss you one more time.

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Twenty Minutes

Title: Twenty Minutes

Word count: 3088

Pairing: Professor!Dean x Reader

Summary: Online school sucks but your professor is worth the torture.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kiddos), oral sex (male receiving), office sex, desk sex, sex from behind, biting, hair pulling, a hint of choking, professor Dean Winchester (yes, it’s a warning), student-professor romance and so on.

A/N: This one was inspired by “Pay Attention” written by my dear, lovely friend @winchest09 who also happened to be my beta once again and one of the best people I know. Thank you honey! <3

A/N: @talesmaniac89 once again, thank you for those amazing dividers! <3 Guys, go check her stuff, she’s a talented devil!

Lockdown sucked. Since the very beginning you knew it'd be a pain in the ass. Stay away from people, sit at home, wear a mask. Dammit. So many plans went to hell; your photography classes, your friends birthday party, visiting your parents in your family town. You knew it was safer like that but hell, you hated it. Your own apartment seemed to be getting smaller and even the flower on your window sill became annoying. Not to mention your online classes; sure, you didn’t have to get ready and drive almost half an hour to get to the Uni but sitting in front of your laptop had started to get on your nerves.

Your eyes were heavy and red after hours of looking at the screen, your body yelled to be stretched and you wanted to scream every time your internet lost connection. Headache became your best friend, so did coffee. You were pretty sure your addiction just deepened and instead of blood, there was caffeine in your veins.

You yawned and rubbed your eyes as you were sitting in on the first period of your last classes. The whole day on the same chair, you were sure you used every possible sitting position to try and remain comfortable. Glancing at the clock you growled; it’s been almost 10 hours.

How long can one day be?

Thankfully this subject was one of your favorites. And it wasn't because of the handsome man in white shirt who helped in enjoying the last two hours of this nightmare; at least that's what you've been telling yourself.

You like the subject, Y/N.

You smirked seeing how he brushed his longer than always hair with those beautiful hands; forearms exposed and tempting because of the sleeves being rolled up. His stubble was more visible due to quarantine and he just simply got hotter; you honestly thought it wasn’t possible. But there he was, behind his desk in a soft light; black watch on his wrist as usual, ring on one of those long fingers. Knuckles, little bones and veins, all making you lick your lips. This sharp jawline you dreamed to kiss, eyes so green that you could drown in them even through the screen. Arms hidden under the shirt that gave him a more casual, domestic look which made him even more attractive. You bit your lip seeing a gorgeous smile spreading on his face as one of his students said something funny.

Those teeth; incredibly white and sharp… the way they could sink in your flesh, leaving marks all over your body as his hands travelled up and down, raising up your temperature.

The things you could do with this man… The thought itself was bad but you couldn’t stop daydreaming about your professor. He was too tempting, too beautiful to hold back your imagination. You didn’t remember most of what he said during any classes, too mesmerised by him and even though his deep, smooth voice was so listenable, you weren’t able to focus. You caught yourself staring at him or closing eyes just to feel those vibrations running over your skin.

You missed sitting in class on his lectures. There was a reason why you chose the first row and it obviously wasn’t your ambition to learn more.

“Okay guys,” Dean started when you stretched. “I think we can take a break now. In the next meeting we’ll finish this Unit and I’ll let you free earlier. Um… so let’s make it twenty minutes and I will send you an invitation. Just don’t drink yet, I know it’s friday evening but I want you all sober just a little bit longer,” he joked and you smiled seeing few people laughing on muted.

Then he simply said “see you” and ended the meeting. You stretched again, taking a deep breath and stood up. Before leaving your room you opened the window to let in some fresh, evening air and then went to the kitchen. Filling cups with some sugar and tea bags, you waited for water to be boiled.

Leaning against the counter, you focused on the wall in front of you. The pictures hanging there were way too old and there were some stains marking the paper. This lockdown made you crazy; you already painted your bedroom and the office, and you made some renovation in the bathroom. All in all, you spent more money without walking out of home. Ridiculous.

You jumped a little, detached from your thoughts by the whistling kettle and soon your tea was ready. Humming some random melody, you turned off the light with your elbow and headed towards the office room. Using your elbow again you opened the door and smiled.

"Hey there, professor," you put one cup down on the desk. "How's your class going?"

He turned around on his chair and flashed you this charming smile. You were smiling at yourself from his laptop wallpaper; he took this photo almost a half year ago in his apartment, just two flats above your head. You still could feel the softness of his white sheets you had been tangled in on this picture.

"All fine," he took a small sip and frowned. "Just… one of my students seems to be off today."

"Oh, really? How?" You asked, leaning against a desk. He played with the cup, shrugging, visibly holding back a smile.

"She stares blankly, lost in her thoughts. She's not answering any questions willingly, she seems to be away." He acted like he was talking about some random girl.

You felt his knuckles briefly touching your naked thigh; it was way too warm indoors to wear something else than shorts. The delicate movement tickled you and your legs jerked uncontrollably. You looked at him, deep in the eyes and suddenly the air thickened. The tension between you two shot up; his intense gaze pierced into you like a sword, forest green eyes making your breath lose its track.

"Hmm, maybe it's your fault," you managed to suggest, putting down your cup. His eyebrows raised along with mouth corners.

"My fault?"

Now both his hands gripped your legs and sharply pulled you closer to him. You sifted his fluffy hair between your fingers and scratched the back of his head. He hummed in response closing his eyes as his palms sneaked under your shirt, making you shiver a little.

"You can be very distracting, Mr. Winchester," you purred standing between his legs.

Dean was looking up at you with sparks in his eyes and dimples caused by a pert smirk. Your shirt suddenly lifted up, exposing your stomach that he gladly kissed. Slowly and wet, using his tongue first, squeezing your hips at the same time. Hot, soft lips pressed to your skin, slightly sucking, heated breath fanning over your flesh, causing the ocean of goosebumps. You felt your insides tremble at the feeling. Closing your eyes you let yourself enjoy him; his strong hands now caressing your back, mouth placing open kisses across your belly and going up.

He knew how to build you up, how to turn you on. You swallowed hard and gasped when he licked your nipples; you didn’t bother to wear a bra at home. He smiled against you and backed away; you immediately looked down and kissed him. Deep and hard, cupping his cheeks, pushing on him so he leaned back on the chair as you straddled his lap. His grip tightening on your sides, fingers dipped in your flesh.

"How much time did you give your students?" You jokingly asked when his lips dropped to your neck.

"Twenty minutes," he answered and stopped, looking in your eyes again. "How much did you get?" you smiled and kissed him once.

"Twenty minutes," you whispered as you played with his ear.

"I like your professor," he whispered back, staring at your lips from under the hooded eyes.

"I like him too… A lot."

Smiling at your words Dean stood up, then dipped down just to catch you under your ass and lift you up. After sitting you down on the desk, he took away the cups and placed them on the floor; for safety.

Spreading your legs you allowed him to stand between them. Brushing your hair away he cupped your cheek and kissed you deeply, squeezing your thigh with his second hand. You didn't waste any time and kissing him back, you started to unbutton his shirt. When the material fell loosely, you caressed his strong stomach, feeling muscles rippling under your touch as he inhaled sharply. He sucked on your lower lip in response, then switched to your jawline, neck and collarbones; forcing you to close your eyes at the pleasurable feeling. When he reached this one, specific spot between your jaw and ear, a trembling gasp escaped you and your head fell back, revealing even more neck which he attacked immediately.

"Dean," you breathed out heavily, glancing at the clock. "You have to speed up." You noticed how his eyes fired up in a second. "Do your magic baby, or I'll have to help you finish in front of my friends." You flashed him a devilish smile as he wiggled his brows on you.

"Would be interesting, we have to try it one day." He winked at you and helped you stand up so he could take down your shorts and panties.

Then you dropped to your knees, taking down his pants in one move, freeing his cock. He moaned deep in his throat when, without waiting, you sucked on the tip. Looking up you saw his exposed neck as his head was tilted back. You licked the sensitive spot under the tip and smiled when Dean shivered and his body swayed a little. Taking him almost whole at once, you scraped his stomach; he instinctively gripped the back of your head which only made you growl. You bobbed your head a few times, hollowing your cheeks, tasting his flavor. Nipping on the apex every so often, dragged sexy noises from Dean what only made you weaker. You loved every tiny sound he made, you could listen to it all the time; that's why you enjoyed going down on this man so much. He was not holding back at all and it was such a turn on. You were easily losing control; wouldn't be the first time he finished like that because you couldn’t stop.

"Not today, sweetheart," not being able to take it anymore, he pulled you up, turned you around and with your front pinned to the desk you heard a low growl next to your ear.

"You have no idea how hard it is to focus while having you on the screen, knowing that you're next door, so close to me."

Strong chest against your back, pressing down your body; you could feel his heart racing.

"Vice versa, professor," you panted, feeling the weight of his cock resting on your lower back.

He fisted your hair, scraping your head and slightly lifted himself from you, kissing your shoulder blades and spine. You inhaled loudly, suddenly feeling his fingers on your clit, making small, sharp circles; drawing quiet whines from you. When his index slid inside, your body jumped in surprise. Dean chuckled low and sucked on the crook of your neck from behind; you couldn't help but smile, already drugged on him. And Dean Winchester was a high quality drug.

The last hour had been a torture. You knew he kept making moves that were waking up the corbes in your brain. Licking his lips, smiling straight to the camera, playing with his hair, "casually" flexing his body; this bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

Placing his palm on your lower back, Dean made sure you were trapped and a moan flooded out when he entered your pussy. Inch by inch he was going inside, stretching you in the most pleasurable way. You both moaned when he bottomed out, his fingers tightened even more on your skull. Your eyes rolled back with his first hard thrust; you clawed the edge of a desk. He pulled slightly on your hair and grabbed your shoulder, then started thrusting firmly, causing you to greet your teeth from the intensity. Every move, every push and pull, every squeeze and kiss was so delicious. Dean’s hot, fast breathing tickled the skin on your back, creating waves of chills that shook your body.

Dean started slamming his hips stronger, hitting your sweet spot, making your head spin. None of you were quiet anymore; the mix of your voices, moans and skin slapping on skin, filled the room. His hands appeared on your ass and he squeezed it; you expected to see red marks from his nails later. Dean's muscles were flexing with every move, his face grimacing from blissful sensation.

Even after almost a year, his game was a mystery to you; you had no idea what he was doing but the way he was moving was just different, making you feel some spiritual stuff you couldn't explain. Dean Winchester was the only guy who could make you feel like you weren't yourself; he was the only one you were completely losing control with. And with every bite you wanted more.

“Ah, Y/N,” he breathed out when you arched, giving him even better access, changing the angle a little bit.

“Five minutes, Dean,” you said almost out of voice, checking the time. “Faster.”

He growled and fastened; slamming into you with more speed, pulling you to him with every push. He was close, you could sense that by his more and more erratic movements. He couldn’t decide where to hold you, where to touch; hazed by the pleasure and the smell of sex filling the air. His voice got higher and every moan was a slightly higher pitch.

“Come on baby, let go,” you encouraged him, reaching behind you to claw his side.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath and scraped your back, leaving red lines on your body.

Then he bent over and his sharp teeth sinked in your arm at the same time his fingers found your clit, rubbing fast. You choked on your voice that got stuck in your throat; it was too much. He was filling you completely, scrapping every spot inside and outside that you needed. Warmth radiating from every inch of his powerful figure heated the air. Sweat broke across your bodies; a lonely drop rolled alongside his spine, strands of hair stuck to your forehead.

You managed to lift yourself up almost to a standing position; Dean palmed your throat, slightly squeezing it and kept working on you with his second hand. You started twisting, your knees sagging, eager for the relief you felt coming.

“Y/N, baby,” he licked your earlobe. “Please come with me, I need you to come, please,” he literally begged, craving for mutual finish.

“Oh my… Dean,” you warned him feeling the knot in your lower abdomen tightening unbearably. “Dean!” fiercely gripping the back of his head you leaned back on him as he kept pounding into you.

“Oh, fuck,” he stammered and thrusted forcefully two more times, then you felt his teeth sinking into your neck one more time, leaving yet another mark.

“Oh, yes!”

All of your muscles tightened to the max and then let go. Your pussy started pulsating along with his throbbing cock; it was like your bodies didn’t need any information from your brains, they knew exactly what and when should happen, they were connected.

Dean coated your walls with a hot cum; hugging you tightly, panting against your nape. You were shaking, your heart racing; breathing was problematic and if Dean didn’t hold you, you would surely hit the floor. Your nails left half-mooned marks on his forearms, so did his teeth on your neck.

You usually were slow - all touching, feeling every little inch of each other, moving smoothly but deeply, steady rhythm, building the other to the breaking point, to the edge. So when you needed to go quick, you would get crazy and high kind of easily.

“Shit, sweetheart,” Dean took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

You rested your hands on his desk, chugging, unable to stand on your shaking legs without any support. The blood in your veins was still boiling, rushing in your ears pumped by your hammering heart. Hissing, Dean slipped out of you and his seed dripped down on the floor. He showered your back with small kisses, caressing your sides and arms. You purred and turned around, softly pressing your lips to his.

“We have two minutes, baby,” you said and laughed when he moaned unsatisfied.

“This hour will be torture.” You both rushed to put your clothes on.

“I know, but then we will order pizza and watch some horror movie.” Smiling at him you opened the window and smoothed your clothes; he quickly cleaned the floor.

Standing in front of him again, you adjusted his hair and pecked him a kiss, thinking that people from your class will surely notice his blush and glassy eyes.

He looked at you with adoration and gentleness, his orbs shimmering. You knew this look; he gave you it when you first bumped into each other on your staircase, unaware that you were living in the same building. You were already crushing on your professor back then, so the fact that you were about to see him way more often than just in class made your stomach clench. That’s how it started. Later he offered you his help in some housework and studying, you became his healthy food service and after realising you couldn’t stay away from each other you opened the whiskey and let fate do its job.

You both had the feeling like you had known each other for years and you understood the other, not to mention how honest the two of you were, you still couldn’t fully believe that you were the one his heart had chosen.

“I love you,” he spoke almost like he could read your mind.

Your face lit up with a smile but the moment he bent down to capture your lips in yet another kiss this evening, you avoided it, biting your lip to shoo away a wide smile that wanted to break free and turned around heading to the door.

“See you in class, professor,” you said over your shoulder and smiled hearing his low chuckle.

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sylvie-writes · 4 years

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Best Bedside Manner

request: Hi lovely! I was just wanting to request a headcannon, Drabble, one shot, whatever you wanna do with it really, of how Chris, Andy, Steve, and Ransom would take care of their sick girlfriend? I’m currently not feeling too hot. It went from 72 degrees yesterday to like 50 degrees and rainy and cold today and the weather change has me feeling all sorts of yucky!

a/n: I hope you enjoy this babe and sending lots of love your way! pardon any mistakes, this is very loosely proofread. sorry if it is bad quality lol.

Chris

Last night you went to bed feeling completely fine, in fact you felt amazing.

Unfortunately that all changed when you woke up the next morning with a massive headache in your sinuses. It was that awful feeling of having to sneeze but not being able to, causing it to ache throughout your whole face.

Chris was knocked out in bed, and you smiled at his peaceful state.

Quietly, you snuck out of the bed, but not before brushing some of his fallen hairs to clear room for you to kiss his forehead.

As you made your way into the kitchen, you could hear Dodger’s little tippity taps on the hardwood floor.

Turning, you held your hands out for the pup to trot forward and into your embrace.

He leaned up to kiss you as his wet nose nudged against your face.

“Good Morning, bubba! Are you hungry?”

Dodger wagged his tail and you started to walk once more for him to follow.

After you fed him his scoop of food, you went on a quest to find some Sudafed in the medicine cabinet.

For a good three minutes you searched and searched, only able to find some Advil that you took for your headache.

With a defeated groan, you trudged back to the bedroom going to try and make yourself look somewhat presentable in order to go to the pharmacy.

Chris heard your heavy footsteps and sat up in bed.

He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear his vision to see you, “Mornin’ gorgeous, why are you up so early?”

The man shrugged out of the covers and went to go over to you.

He captured you in a hug and sleepily kissed your head.

When you turned your head away from him, he pulled away, very confused.

“Hey what’s wrong?”

“I gotta go to the pharmacy and I don’t want you to catch whatever this is.”

You motioned to your face, where Chris noticed your ailed expression.

“Why didn’t you say so? What do you need, babe? I’ll get it for you.”

Chris ushered you back to the bed and you honestly didn’t have the energy to fight him.

You got into his side of the bed and snuggled up against his pillow, inhaling his comforting scent.

“I just need some Sudafed that’s all.”

Chris nodded and kissed your temple, going to clean up in the bathroom.

Arriving at the pharmacy, Chris quickly found the Sudafed, but the “concerned mother” in him made him search around for some other meds to hopefully help you.

When he returned home with four different medications, you groaned but your “personal nurse” figured it out nonetheless.

[ugh how lovely it would be to have a chris evans]

Andy

All of a sudden, you started to feel totally disgusting. Achy body and sniffles galore.

You hadn’t been around anyone sick lately, so you blamed it on the sudden change in weather.

It was already evening and you had done a majority of things today.

All day long, you had felt normal, but all of a sudden, this terrible feeling hit you like a train.

Unfortunately, you still had to make dinner for Andy who would be home any minute now.

Suddenly, the door creaked open and you heard Andy’s usual, “Honey, I’m home,” ring out.

Before you could leave your blanket cocoon on the couch, Andy found you first.

“(y/n) what’s wrong, honey?”

Andy sat on the edge of the couch, stroking your blanket covered body.

A sniffle replaced your answer and Andy realized you weren’t feeling too hot.

Your boyfriend scooped you up in his arms, blanket and all.

“Andy! I have to make dinner. What are you doing?!”

Squirming in his arms, Andy tightened his hold on you.

“Not in this condition, Missy! We’re gonna get you in a nice hot shower, should help you a bit.”

The man set you on the counter, going to start the shower.

Once steam filled the room, Andy carried you into the shower, both of you having removed your clothes.

You leaned against his bare chest, warm water running over your body.

Andy gently lathered shampoo in your hair as you closed your eyes, the hot water lulling you to sleep.

With you leaned against his chest, Andy lightly rinsed the shampoo out of your hair, softly kissing your forehead, waking you a bit.

“Thank you, Andy.”

Your words were quiet and muffled, yet Andy still heard them.

“Anytime, darling.”

Steve

Just a few hours ago, your boyfriend Steve had returned home from a mission.

And just a few hours ago, you started to feel awful.

When Steve walked through the door, you pretty much threw yourself at him, disregarding his dirty uniform and instead focusing on his warmth you very much needed.

“Oh hey, doll! I missed you too, but maybe i should get a shower first.”

Steve motioned to his soiled uniform which was covered in dirt and blood and you reluctantly pulled yourself off of him.

As you did so, Steve noticed your ill state and he placed a soft kiss on the crown of your head.

“How about I go get my shower, and then we can cuddle a bit. How does that sound?”

You gave the man your best smile and then sulked back to the large and inviting bed.

Minutes later, a freshly showered Steve exited the bathroom.

Steve pulled back the covers and jumped in bed with you.

The man wrapped his broad arms around your waist and drew you in closer to him.

You sighed at the comfort of his warm embrace, having been cold all day long, to the point where no blanket could warm you up.

Steve grabbed the remote on the nightstand and turned on the tv, its light being the only thing now illuminating the dark room.

After scrolling through Netflix for a good few minutes, you and Steve agreed on a tv show to binge.

About three episodes in, Steve went to ask you a question, but instead received a few soft snores.

He smiled that you were finally relaxing and softly kissed your temple.

“G’night, angel.”

[sorry that was short]

Ransom

Ransom stood from the couch, holding out his hands for you.

When you placed your cold ones in his warm ones, he hoisted you off of the couch and led to the kitchen.

You pulled out a chair at the table while Ransom went over to the cupboard that held the coffee mugs.

He pulled out one mug and then turned to the lazy susan, finding the box of tea bags.

Tea bag in hand, Ransom walked towards the keurig and brewed some hot water in the mug while you watched his actions curiously.

“Ran, what are you doing?”

Your voice was raspy and breaking up, but Ransom heard them regardless.

“I’m making you some tea, babe. My nanny used to make me this tea when I was a kid and sick. Always worked.”

You smiled because rarely did Ransom tell you about his childhood, but from the stories he did tell you, he apparently held his nanny on a pedestal. She must’ve been more of a mother to him than Linda.

In no time, the keurig beeped, signaling it was finished.

Ransom grabbed the steaming mug of water and threw in the tea bag while going to grab some honey and lemon.

Carefully he measured out each one and stirred it in the mug.

Once the tea bag had sat long enough, Ransom used the spoon to squeeze the remaining water from the bag before throwing it out.

You were still at the table, one hand supporting your leaning head as you struggled to keep your eyes awake.

Ransom sat directly beside you, holding up the mug and letting the steam hit your face.

He brought the mug up to your lips and you tasted the liquid gold.

The tea warmed up your body and soothed your aching throat.

“Thank you so much, Ransom. You are the best nurse I could have asked for.”

You giggled and Ransom smiled, taking your hand to his lips.

“Only for you, babe.”

#chris evans x reader #andy barber x reader #steve rogers x reader #ransom drysdale x reader

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rextasywrites · 3 years

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Fuck Canon 4 (a short Fix It Fic for the ending of Resident Evil Village)

hey guys! FUCK CANON 4 is an addition to the 2nd chapter! if you wanna read it, click on ‘part 2′ on the links below!

Warnings: spoilers, angst, mentions of drugs and alcohol

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Kept under the ‘read more’ to avoid spoilers!!

From this very moment on, Ethan started to appear at random times in Rose’s life. Imagine her shock when she was retaking an exam in a separate room and her dad suddenly stood next to her. “The answer to that question is wrong.”, he said and pointed his finger towards the math question he meant. Rose seemed confused - she had used the formula right! “Yes, you used it right, but you used the wrong formula.”, Ethan explained, and for a moment, Rose caught a glimpse of his left hand. What had happened to it?

She aced the exam thanks to her dad.

Not long after Rose’s 10th birthday, Mia got her a dog. It was a labrador called ‘Pancake’, cause the first time Rose saw him, he was laying on the floor with all four legs stretched out from his body, looking like a pancake.

Pancake was the best dog in the world. He followed Rose everywhere, cuddled with her when she was falling ill, made her a more active person in general. His sleeping place was under the kitchen table with a stuffie from his puppy days and a comfortable blanket.

One reason why Pancake was such a brilliant dog is because he hardly ever barked. When he needed something, he either poked Mia or Rose with his cold doggy nose and led them towards the thing he needed. Food, having to pee, wanting to go for a walk, Pancaked had it all nailed.

Only sometimes, he started to go wild during the night. Barking and howling like a wild wolf. Mia always went downstairs to calm him down, thinking he might have had a nightmare (yes, dogs can dream!). Little did she know that Ethan was sitting on Rose’s bed at this very moment, talking with her about her day.

Several weeks later, Rose was out with some friends, partying and laughing. But she only looked away for a moment, and when she drank another sip from her drink...everything went black.

The next morning, she woke up in her bed, save and sound. No pain, no wounds anywhere, just a terrible headache. Mia came into her room a bit later with some painkillers and a glass of water. “You overdid it last night”, she laughed, “But don’t worry. I was the same at your age. Probably drank my body weight in beer on a good weekend.”

Once Rose felt alive enough again, she texted her friends what had happened the night before. ‘You suddenly felt sick’, one friend wrote back. ‘We brought you to the taxi to get ya back home, and went back inside to get your stuff. By the time we came back out, a guy in a green jacket and a hoodie next to you. He was screaming at some men who tried to get close to you. Once we tried to thank him for keeping you safe, he was gone. Did you know him?’

“Chris?”, Rose asked after finishing her bottle of water, tossing it into a bin close by. The mountain of muscles looked over to his niece, wondering what she wanted to know. “How well did you know my father?”

Chris laughed at this, thinking of the experiences they had together. And he started to tell her. After an incident went wrong, he took Mia and Ethan under his wings and gave them military training - that’s why Rose got it too! Ethan was always eager to learn new things to keep his family safe and to make sure he was on top of everything. One day, he managed to shoot himself in the foot with a revolver and they nearly had to amputate his big toe! Rose giggled at the idea, her dad jumping around in a cartoon-like manner, holding his bleeding foot.

“But you gotta know”, Chris smiled and patted over Rose’s shoulder, “he would be so proud of you. When Mia was pregnant with you, he did everything for her. Shit, one time she wanted a certain burger at midnight. Said burger chain had its next place about one and a half hours away from your home. He drove all the way there in the dead of the night, picked up the burgers with extra pickles and drove all the way home while keeping it warm on the seat heating.”

Rose thought - that’s exactly how her mother described her dad all the time. A selfless man who cared so much about the well being of the people he loved. Just like how it’s written on his gravestone.

“He would be proud of you, Rose.”, Chris said to Rose and pulled her against his side, letting her rest her head against his shoulder as the both calmed down from their intense training session.

“I know for a fact that he is, Uncle Chris.”

“What?”

#ethan winters #rosemary winters #mia winters #chris redfield #resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil 8

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chaosangel767 · 3 years

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Business Vs. Pleasure Pt. 2

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing Lucifer/ MC

Type: Angst

Pt. 1 Here

Warning: Swearing

*****The next Morning*****

You wake up slowly, a massive headache forming from all the crying last night. You felt like you had been hit by a truck. You locate your DDD to see tons of messages from the night before when the brothers found out you went home sick and Belphie telling them that you were sleeping and to leave you alone. Almost all the brothers personally texted you to make sure you were okay. Lucifer called you a bunch of times too. There was a lot of commotion in the group chat as well.

House of Lamentation Chat.

Lucifer: Y/n wake up, breakfast

Beel: Lucifer she wasn’t feeling good last night let her sleep

Asmo: Y/n what happened? Are you up

Belphie: Clearly not or she would have responded by now.

Mammon: I’m going to wake her up, it's almost afternoon

Beel: MAMMON LEAVE HER ALONE SHE IS SICK

Lucifer: Mammon I will hang you upside down if you disturb her

Y/n: I’m up guys, why are you screaming Mammon

Lucifer: hey sweetheart how are you feeling

Y/n: Like I got hit by a truck, my head is pounding

Beel: Want me to make you anything?

Lucifer: Take it easy Y/n don’t push yourself to much

Satan: Lunch will be ready in a couple hours if you feel hungry

Y/n :I’m not hungry right now, maybe I’ll come down for lunch

After confirming you were okay you crawled to the shower and started it. While waiting for the water to warm up you look in the mirror and notice your mark missing on your neck. You shake your head before calling Jack. As soon as he picked up he knew something was wrong, I told him everything that happened last night and he just sighed heavily. He talked to me and offered to make me a new dress so that I didn’t have any memories. I gladly accepted and sent him pictures from last night that Asmo had taken of me dancing with the brothers. He got me laughing like he always does and encouraged me to keep my head up. I hung up with him and took a shower feeling better now that my emotions were straightened out. I threw on a comfy outfit ( your choice) and noticed that Satan had announced lunch was ready. I walked out of my room and went to the table slipping in the free spot between Asmo and Beel. Lucifer looked up at me and shot me a smile. I attempt a smile back, but it comes out strained. I drop my head in my hands.

“Y/n would you mind going on a date with me tonight?” Lucifer asked, bringing me out of my daze. I struggle to think of an excuse, not ready to face him.

“She can't, we had a meeting with Simeon and Luke” Beel cut in quickly. I sigh and look to Lucifer.

“Beel is right, I have to head over to Purgatory hall.” I muster my best apologetic smile to Lucifer.

“Don’t forget we have a spa night planned” Asmo sings to me leaning over and cupping my cheek. “ It will help you relax since you aren’t feeling well” I nodded at him, feeling a little upset that I have to keep smiling. I stood up from my Lunch and took my plate to the kitchen.

“You barely ate Sweetheart. Are you sure you don’t want more?” Lucifer asks, catching me as I walk by. I look at him and shook my head, being with him was hurting too much. Beel and Belphie stand up.

“Ready Y/n we should head over soon if we want to get done before dinner” Beel tells me and I nod. We rinse our plates and Belphie whispers to me

“Let me know if you need anything okay?” I nod back and Belphie heads towards the attic while Beel and I head out of the house.

“You okay?” Beel asks once we are away from the hall. I shake my head and feel tears start to form.

“ I have no idea how I am going to make the next 6 months, all I see when I look at him is him pounding a Succubus. It won’t go away.” I said the last few words in a whisper, tears threatening to fall.

“Wait, why do you see that?” I hear Satan behind us, he was walking behind us to Purgatory hall. I gasp and Beel throws eyebrows at Satan.

“What are you doing following us?” Beel asks and now its Satan’s turn to raise his eyebrows at us.

“Solomon and I have to work on a project, so I am going over.” Satan explains. We travel the rest of the way in silence until we walk into Purgatory hall. Simeon and Luke greet us.

“Y/n how are you feeling, are you okay, did you talk to him?” Luke fires questions at me as he hugs me looking worried. I shake my head and sigh, Simeon takes my coat and Satan looks even more confused. Solomon comes in.

"Y/n why did Jack call me threatening murder and wanted me to go check on you?" Solomon looked concerned and I look at him sadly, trying not to cry right here.

“Y/n were you really sick last night or did something happen at the dance?” Satan questions me hanging up his coat and glaring at me.

“Perhaps we should talk about this over something to drink in the living room.” Simeon offers you shoot him a grateful smile and nod. We go to the living room and Simeon and Luke sit with me on a couch while Satan and Beel sit on the other couch. Solomon comes in with some tea and cookies for us and sits in a chair.

“What happened last night Y/n” Solomon breaks the silence first. Luke takes my hand and rubs circles into it calming me. Taking a sip of my tea I look up and meet everyone's eyes.

“Beel and I went looking for Lucifer last night during the party and found him doing some things with a couple of Succubi. I have some evidence and left without me seeing him. I ran into these two and they stayed with me until Beel and Belphie took me home. My mark kept burning last night too, but when I woke up this morning it was gone.” I explained, my voice starting to crack again. I couldn’t control the tears starting to fall down my face. My neck felt strange without the usual buzz from Lucifer’s mark. Usually when I touched it I could feel his warmth and heartbeat, but now my skin was cool to the touch and was like any other piece of skin. Simeon placed his arms around me and served as my anchor until I could control my emotions. Satan and Solomon looked at me shocked.

“Y/n are you sure your mark is gone?” Satan asked wide eyed, I nodded and pulled down the shoulder of my shirt showing that the mark was missing. Satan shook his head and swore. He was shaking trying not to switch to his demon form, a battle he quickly lost. He got up and was shaking in fury. You get up and wrap your arms around him.

“Satan please calm down, it was my fault for believing him” I quickly try to calm him down and Simeon walks over and places a hand on Satan’s shoulder helping calm him down. Satan calms down slowly and sits back down, fury still prominent in his eyes. You know he cares about you and has proven to be insanely protective of you in the past. You and Simeon sat back down on the couch with Luke.

“How are you feeling now?” he asks, looking worried at me.

“Drained and betrayed” I replied honestly,Satan looked at me sadly. “It's going to hurt more than normal for some time, your body is also dealing with losing his mark so you will be a lot more tired than usual.” Satan explained, he sighed heavily. “I’m so sorry Y/n, I can’t believe he did this, I wish there is a way to help.” Solomon just sat there and watched what unfolded with sympathetic eyes. After talking for a little bit longer, Solomon and Satan went off to work on their project and you watched movies with Beel, Simeon and Luke.

Suddenly your phone starts to blow up with texts from Lucifer.

Luci

Luci: Sweetheart are you feeling okay?

Y/n: I’m fine

Luci: Are you sure, something in our bond doesn’t feel right

Luci: What are you doing?

Y/n: We are studying with the angels

Luci: Why not study with Mammon or me?

Y/n:Simeon wanted to study with me and Luke made sweets

so Beel tagged along

Y/n: now excuse me I have work to do

Luci: Do not take that tone with me Y/n

Y/n: I have stuff to do Lucifer

Luci: Y/N!

Luci: We will talk when you get home

Y/n: Goodbye Lucifer

Luci: I love you Y/n

Y/n: …

5 missed calls from Luci

“Everything okay?” Beel whispered and I shook my head leaning on his shoulder.

“I may have just told Lucifer off, there is going to be hell to pay later” I reply, he groans and took my DDD reading the messages. He shuts off my DDD when Lucifer doesn't stop calling me. We continue to watch movies until Satan comes down from Solomon’s room.

“I’ve held off Lucifer for as long as possible. We need to go home” Satan informed us. I growl and stand up, Beel stands up a little slower.

“ If you need a place to get away Y/n you can always stay with us. “ Simeon offered and Luke nodded giving me a hug. I nod at them gratefully

“ I’ll keep that in mind, but for now I am going to confront a cheater” I told them, putting on my coat and walking out of the dorm with Satan and Beel. While on the way home I filled Satan in on my fight and he snorted at Lucifer getting possessive.

We walked into the house and it was eerily quiet. I walked into my room with Satan and Beel to see Lucifer sitting on my bed.

“Beel, Satan please leave.” Lucifer commands rising from my bed. Both brothers look at me and I nod, they turn around and walk out of my room shutting the door. I sigh and look at Lucifer. He closes the gap and grabs my shoulders.

“How dare you talk to me like that” He growls out, I glare at him and slowly feel anger built up.

“How dare you cheat on me and act like everything is okay the next day?” I growl back, I saw him visibly tense.

“ What did you say?” he asks again. I look him dead in the face.

“You heard me Lucifer” He pinned me against the wall.

“ DO NOT TALK LIKE THAT!!! I WOULD NEVER” He yells at me. My door flies open and the other brothers come in.

“Lucifer let her go,” Beel said warningly, and Satan is pissed. Luci released me.

“I SAW YOU LUCIFER. IT WASN’T ONE BITCH BUT TWO” I yelled back letting my anger finally go. I didn’t care that the other brothers had entered not knowing what was going on.

“YOU SAW NOTHING!” Lucifer grabbed you again.

“ I FUCKING SAW YOU, YOU WERE FUCKING ONE BITCH AND KISSING ANOTHER” I yank myself out of his grasp, tears finally spilling over. Lucifer looked at you shocked.

“What are you talking about human?” Mammon asked me. He and Levi looked so confused, I sigh and decide to tell them what happened.

“Last night I saw Lucifer cheating on me with 2 succubi.” I filled them in.

“ Y/n dear that doesn’t sound like Lucifer” Asmo was quick to defend Lucifer breaking my heart a little. Mammon and Levi quickly agree with him, clearly not believing me. Lucifer smirked at me.

“Enough Y/n, you need to calm down and tell the truth. You have been cheating on me with Beel.” Lucifer crossed his arms and the brothers all looked at me. I snapped, seeing red and realizing that he was enjoying himself.

“I have done no such thing” I defend, Lucifer’s eyes go narrow and he transforms into his demon form. He goes to hit me but Beel blocks the hit. Belphie and Satan transform into their demon form and stand protectively in front of me. Belphie wraps his arms around me. The other brothers look in shock. Lucifer looked shocked that they would stand up for me.

“I was there last night Lucifer, I saw you cheating on her. I don’t know why you did it and I don’t care, but you do not hurt her because you couldn’t keep it in your pants.” Beel told him as he released his hand and Lucifer backed up.

“ Wait, Lucifer is this true?” Asmo asked in doubt, the fact that the twins and Satan are defending you is making them rethink. I decide to tell Lucifer about my mark and then escape to the library before things escalate more.

“You told me you felt something was wrong with our bond, well it's true, funny you just did not realize it. My mark is fucking gone because you of you. But now i know what it means when my mark burns, you have never been faithful.” I pulled down my shirt revealing the healed spot. Lucifer’s eyes widened and he sits on my bed, clearly dazed by the fact my mark had left and that I found out his secret. I turned and left my room with Satan and the twins.

I fled to the library and Satan put up his hexes so that no one could enter and made the library soundproof. I sent the group the video of Lucifer cheating just to make sure everyone knows and turned off my DDD. I tried to keep the tears at bay, but eventually they spilled over. The twins pulled me into one of the library nooks and let me cry. Satan looked at me sadly and sat in the nook with us. Beel pulled me onto his lap, Belphie was on one side and Satan as on the other. Satan started to read poems to me and Belphie started to play with my hair. The boys held me until I fell asleep.

These three boys and the angels become my anchors the next 6 months, as I heal and finish the exchange program. Luci tried multiple times to get back with me, but I held my ground against his advances. Even Lord Diavolo told him to give up. I had learned my lesson, never mix business and pleasure, even though the lesson came too late.

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