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hopelesslygaysstuff · 1 year ago

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Hi 🥰 idk if u remember me but im rainb0wdrafts from ao3! Saw on your bio that ure taking request soooo uhmm can I request a fluffy / smutty wanda x fem reader fic based on a song Wanna Be Missed by Hayley Kiyoko? 🥺 or if ure not feeling that particular song, any song that would inspire u from her Expectations album.

P. S.

still cant wait for the ending of Sparkling Scarlett. I’m having mixed emotions about it rn JSKSKSLLSLS

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: you try to get your mind off of Wanda in a crowded nightclub, and she finds you there and eases your cravings for her.

content warnings: smut, fingering, cunnilingus

word count: 4.3k

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A/N: omg hiiii!! i totally hadn't listened to that song before, so i listened to it on repeat while i figured out the vibes and plot line lol. i was basically feeling nightclub vibes with wanda and fem!reader going feral for each other. i hope you like it ◡̈

you literally cured my writers block so thank u 🙏, i really don't want Sparkling Scarlet to end either😭

photo cred: me, i literally made the photo in photoshop lol. anyways.

Craving You

The nightclub reverberated with an electric energy that filled every inch of the air. A symphony of pulsing lights painted the space in vibrant hues, dancing in synchrony with a mesmerizing blend of bass-heavy rhythms. It resonated in the bones of those who stood on the crowded dance floor.

You danced along, your body swaying to the pounding tempo as your feet started to tingle, the vibrations palpable in the stifling air. The atmosphere was a sensory overload, a place where time blurred, and your inhibitions dissolved as your friends brought you yet another shot.

Shooting down the clear liquid, you grimaced at the taste, attempting not to cough it back up as your friend patted you on the back. Looking up, you saw Kate’s already flushed face as she lazily scanned the room.

“Just go and find her already,” You said, feeling your senses starting to dull as the vodka left a pleasant burn in your chest. “I promised you I’d be here as a wingwoman tonight!”

Kate looked over at you, her face giddy with the anticipation of finally talking to her long-time crush, Yelena. You laughed, grabbing the slightly crumpled water bottle from her grasp and uncapping it. Forcing the bottle against her lips, you watch her gulp down the water.

Hastily pulling the bottle away, you take a few sips before screwing the cap back on. “Don’t gulp it all down Kate, you’ll get sick that way.” You chastised, only half joking. You really didn’t want to spend another night holding Kate’s hair as she spewed her guts into a nightclub toilet.

Gently shoving her away, you gave Kate a light pep talk. It mostly consisted of complimenting her outfit, as she’d stressed about it all day. You had helped her pick the dress, a stunning knee length fabric that shimmered with each passing ray of multi-colored light. Kate spun in a small circle as you showered her with compliments, before finally turning away and laughing, her eyes scanning the room for Yelena.

“But wait!” Kate exclaimed, swaying slightly as she gripped your upper arm tightly. She struggled to focus on your face, finally making eye contact. “You haven't had enough alcohol to get your mind properly off of her yet.”

You sighed, letting out a breath into the already warm air. The atmosphere dimmed slightly, the stale air swirling around you as you remembered the true reason you’d let Kate drag you along. In all honesty, you’d never been much of a party girl. You always preferred a night in, sipping tea as you watched a sitcom with your girlfriend.

And there it was, the one thing you’d been trying not to think about.

Shooting Kate a look, you shook your head. “I don’t think alcohol is going to help much.” She gave you an apologetic look, and you gave her a slightly firmer push towards the dance floor. She turned slowly, and upon seeing a flash of dirty blonde hair, quickly left your side in pursuit.

Turning back towards the bar, you squinted against the flashing lights, already feeling a headache coming on as the vibrant mix of reds and blues swirled against the walls. Pushing through a tangle of sweaty, dancing bodies, you snagged a seat towards the end of the bar. You ordered a shirley temple (you really did miss Wanda), and sat back against the wall. Choosing to give your eyes a rest from the mass of bodies dancing in an uncoordinated pattern, you let your eyes unfocus as you stared into the dark red of your drink.

Wanda had unfortunately been called away, her position as head of her company demanding more hours as the summer season hit. She’d left immediately after a late night phone call, grabbing her pre-packed bag and sweeping out of your shared home. She’d promised that it wouldn’t be too long of a trip, and that she’d call you every day. That was three weeks ago.

She did call you every day, but spoken words weren’t enough for you. You wanted to be held by her, falling asleep in her arms as she laughed along quietly to the sitcoms playing in the background. You wanted to kiss her again, like it was the last time you’d ever embrace her lips with yours, frenzied and passionate. The sound of her voice through a phone, knowing she was miles away, couldn’t compare to the way she would hold you close with your breaths intermingling as you pulled each other impossibly closer.

Fuck, you missed her with every fibre of your being.

Shaking off your suddenly melancholic thoughts, you scanned the room for Kate. The mess of brown curls was lost in the sea of moving bodies, and you focused on the first flash of blonde you saw. Upon seeing Yelena, you smiled at the sight of Kate standing mere inches away from her. Your mission was accomplished, and all you had to do was not think about Wanda.

How utterly disappointing it was, when your thoughts wandered back to her. Back to her soft red curls, slightly frizzy as they splayed across her bare back. You always swore you woke up next to an angel everyday, and Wanda would laugh as she showered you with kisses. Her laugh, flowing from her lips with a melodic grace as her lips danced softly across your skin. Back to her freckles, a constellation neatly scattered across her features that you had attempted to count many times. Back to her waist and hips, the slow curve that you dragged your fingertips over, until you finally reached her…

A hand against your waist startled you out of your thoughts, and you flushed slightly as you turned in your seat. Setting your drink down on the counter top, not wanting to enter into the range past tipsy, you looked up.

A sea of red curls filled your vision, and your eyes slowly widened as you drank in the sight of Wanda standing before you. She had a hand in her pocket, the other stroking your hip in slow circles as your brain attempted to process. Her vibrant green eyes crinkled at the edges as she watched the multiple emotions you were feeling flit across your face. Her skin was lit with the ever-changing hues of the nightclub, and you started to feel as though you were in a cinematic movie scene.

“Not a movie sweetheart.” Wanda said, her velvety voice wrapping around your head and sinking you further into a trance. You could hear the undercurrent teasing, but elected to ignore it in favor of staring at her. Staring at her ridiculously attractive cheekbones, at her sharp jaw and shining eyes as she drank in the sight of you.

Jolting out of your seat, finally processing the fact that she wasn’t a figure of your imagination, you wrapped your arms tightly around her shoulders as you sunk into a well-known embrace. Your bodies molded together, and you felt her arms tighten securely around your waist. You couldn’t make yourself pull away, letting the hum of the nightclub fade into insignificance as you attempted to convey the depth of your emotions through your embrace. Wanda nestled further into your arms, your breaths synchronizing as you held each other.

Breathing deeply, you buried your nose into her hair as the familiar scent of vanilla filled your senses. For some reason, that gave you enough strength to pull away, but only far enough so you could see Wanda’s face.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice was slightly breathy as you eagerly drank in the sight of her. She gazed down at you, her eyes fitting to your parted lips as you exhaled shakily. She smiled, leaning in closer until her lips touched the shell of your ear. You shuddered.

“My trip ended a bit later than expected,” Wanda started, her tongue flicking out against your ear. You felt her smirk against you as a shiver ran down your spine. “And I didn’t want to wait until you got home to finally see you, so I came to you.”

A large smile made its way onto your face. Your girlfriend, who had just flown miles back home and who was probably jetlagged as hell, had made the decision to walk into a grungy nightclub in search of you. At the mere thought of how much effort she’d put into seeing you, you crashed your lips against hers.

Her lips met yours with an equal amount of ferocity, and you felt her dragging you away from the bar as she sucked your bottom lip between her teeth. You followed happily, all of your thoughts invested solely on the woman you were clinging to. She pulled you through a doorway, the security team waving her through as they recognized her well known status.

You could barely think, a certain fuzziness overtaking your mind as it focused solely on Wanda. You focused on your hands against her shoulders, the way your fingertips brushed against the overheated skin of her neck and tangled in the loose curls that fell around her shoulders. After a desperate tug of her hair, Wanda pulled away briefly to push open a door, before shutting it and pushing you harshly against the solid wood.

“Hi sweetheart,” Wanda whispered, her lips grazing yours as she caught her breath. Her cheeks held an adorable flush, and her eyes shined as they roamed over your heaving chest and shaky legs. Her hands pressed your hips firmly against the door, and you squirmed slightly as you attempted to pull her closer.

“I missed you.”

The words flowed from you desperately, and Wanda smiled at the whimper in your voice. She always loved you like this, when you were soft, pliant and so eager to please. She allowed herself to be pulled closer, until the front of her body was flush with yours. You rolled your hips against her, letting out a choked noise from the back of your throat as you relieved some of the aching pressure that had built between your legs.

Letting her teeth graze your jaw slightly, Wanda focused on marking the soft skin of your neck as you panted beneath her. Her hands stilled your rolling hips, and you whined as she pulled back to look at your desperate form.

“What exactly did you miss?” She asked, raising a single eyebrow as you struggled to get your brain to work.

Catching a glimpse of the soft bed behind you, and realizing that Wanda had pushed you into one of the private backrooms of the nightclub, you pushed gently against her shoulders. Allowing you to walk her backwards, Wanda let out a surprised puff of air when the backs of her knees met the mattress.

Moving to straddle her, you tangled your fingers with her smooth curls once more as you tilted her head back. With your lips against her temple, you breathed in the familiar heady scent that was so wholly Wanda as you murmured, “I’ll show you.”

Wanda’s hands tightened around your waist, keeping you on her lap as you ran your hands over cheeks and jaw, fingers ghosting over her skin as you started speaking. “I missed your annoyingly perfect eyebrows,” She let out a surprised giggle, raising them playfully as you laughed. Bringing a single finger down to her lips, you placed it against her bottom lip. “I missed your lips, so soft and kissable, and the words that drip from them wherever you speak.”

Tilting your head down, you placed a gentle kiss against her lips, pulling back when she attempted to deepen it. Wanda furrowed her brows as you pulled away, but you smiled softly and placed your finger against her lips once more as she tried to speak. “Hush love, I’m not done.”

Sitting back, Wanda watched your face as your eyes followed the path your other hand traced down her neck. As your fingers ghosted over the column of her throat and danced along her collarbone, she gently sucked your finger into her mouth. Your eyes flew back to hers in surprise, but she simply smiled around your finger, her tongue swirling around the heavy pad as you watched with parted lips.

You groaned, finding it hard to concentrate as you watched Wanda suck on your finger like it was the best thing she’d had in her mouth for a while. You placed another finger against her lips, and watched in an almost trancelike state as she sucked that one in as well. Her eyes closed slightly as she sucked, and she let out a low moan as your other hand tightened against her shoulder.

The sound startled you out of your daze, and spurred you on. Reaching down, you removed your fingers from her mouth as you swiftly pulled her expensive blouse over her head. Throwing the article somewhere behind you, you brought your fingers back to her parted lips and sighed as you felt the wet heat of her mouth encircle them once more.

“I missed your skin,” You said breathily, running a hand over her toned arms as they pulled you further onto her lap. You gasped as your core met her pelvis, and tried not to grind your hips down against hers. Unclasping her bra, she helped you take it off as you ran your fingers over her perspiring skin. Leaning down, you let your tongue drag against her, collecting the slightly salty taste as you traced a path from the tops of her breasts all the way to her ear.

“I missed the way you feel against me,” You whispered, and she reached up to pull your fingers out of her mouth. In one smooth motion, she pulled your shirt off and unclasped your bra, both items landing somewhere with a soft thump as she maneuvered the two of you towards the center of the bed.

You giggled slightly, feeling her hot breath against your overheated skin as she drank in the sight of you. She leaned closer, her lips parted as her eyes focused on the smooth skin of your neck, but you placed your hands firmly against her shoulders. Pushing back, you ignored the frustrated look she sent you, shushing her as you guided her to lay against the sheets.

Your hips still straddled hers, and after sitting back up, you rolled them slightly as you gazed down on Wanda’s form. She lay beneath you, her chest heaving as her eyes roamed your nude chest, her hair splayed out across the dark sheets.

“I missed your tits.” You said cheekily, reaching out your hands as your fingers pinched her nipples gently. Instead of reprimanding you like she normally would, Wanda let out a soft moan as she squirmed slightly, her hands tightening on your thighs. You felt your breath catch, the heat in your belly flaring at the sight.

Leaning down, you captured her lips in a searing kiss, letting unrestrained moans into her mouth as she kissed you back with equal ferocity. Panting, you parted from her as you trailed your lips down her neck until you reached the soft skin of her breast. Sucking gently, you placed a few hickeys against her skin, sighing when her hand reached up to tug at your hair.

Wanda’s hand clenched tightly, bringing tears to your eyes when you finally let your mouth encircle her tight nipple. Letting out a pained noise, you breathed deeply as she glanced down apologetically, her hand relaxing slightly. Flicking your tongue, you pulled more moans from her as you played with her chest. You could feel your bodies sliding against each other as the heat from your desperation built.

Deciding to give the poor woman some relief, you detached your lips from her chest, admiring her puffy nipples as she groaned. Wanda’s hands became more desperate as you descended her body, tugging your head closer to her overheated skin as your lips grazed the top of her pants. She let out a desperate whine, and your eyebrows shot up at the sound.

“I missed your hips.” You traced your fingers over the faint stretch marks you found there as you pulled her pants down in a quick motion. Your fingers mapped out a path along her skin as you traced the mole near her belly button, and the soft raised scar on her hip from when she’d fallen out of a tree when she was five. Moving further down, you spread her legs as you knelt between them, letting your lips trace a path from her ankle up to the apex of her thighs. You sighed softly as the scent of her arousal reached your nose, and you nuzzled your face into the soft skin of her inner thighs as her legs attempted to close around your head.

You shook your head out of the clouds, blinking as Wanda hips frantically raised against your palms. You looked up, watching her heaving chest and admiring her strong jaw as she threw her head back against the mattress. One hand was clenching the dark sheets under her, and your eyes widened at the sight of her white knuckles. The other hand gripped your wrist tightly, her fingers scrabbling for purchase against your sweaty skin as her legs tightened around you.

Placing your hands firmly against her thighs, you spread her legs as she bucked her hips. Letting her hand tangle with your hair, you chuckled as she attempted to press your face against her dripping center. You admired the wet spot forming against her underwear, blowing a stream of cool air against her core as she writhed beneath you.

“Please.”

You let out a moan of your own at her plea, before quickly stripping her of her underwear and leaving her completely bare against the sheets. You barely had a moment to admire her pale form against the dark fabric before her hand was tugging your head closer to her once more.

Placing a gentle kiss against her protruding clit, you smirked as her hips jerked. “I missed your scent,” You murmured, unsure if she could actually hear you over her own desperate moans. “I miss the way you taste against my tongue, and the way you roll your hips when I finally lean in for a taste.”

Wanda’s moans turned into desperate pleas, her hips now uncontrollably rutting against the mattress as she searched for any sort of release. Taking mercy on her, you finally leaned down and swiped your tongue against her core. Moaning at the taste, you circled your lips around her clit as she babbled incoherently while thrusting her hips against your face.

The grip of her hands in your hair caused tears to spring into your eyes once more, but you ignored it. Sucking harder, you urged her hips to buck faster against your face as her moans became more breathy. You felt her jerk unsteadily against you, her hips losing their rhythm as she neared her climax, incoherent words streaming from her lips.

Sucking her clit in between your teeth, you bit down gently while swirling your tongue around it, and Wanda lost what little control she had left. Her legs tensed around your head, squeezing tightly as her body shook. Her clit pulsed on your tongue, and you smirked as a wave of wetness hit your chin. Her head was thrown back, her lips parted as she let out a throaty moan. Her fingers locked in your hair, her hand firmly pressing you against her spasming core as she rode out the last few waves of her orgasm.

You licked your lips clean after finally coming up for air, her legs relaxing just enough for you to pull away slightly. As soon as you caught your breath, you dived right back in and savored the rich taste of her against your tongue. As you slipped your tongue inside her, you decided that you would do whatever it took to always have Wanda within arms reach. You simply couldn’t fathom being separated from her for an extended period of time again, and you quickly lost yourself in the drug that was Wanda Maximoff.

A trembling breath brought your attention back to the woman still sprawled on the sheets. Her legs trembled around your head as you slipped your tongue in and out of her still-leaking center. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally locked those viridescent green eyes on yours. As soon as you made eye contact, you smiled against her core as you brought your fingers up to circle her clit slowly.

Pulling away, you licked the taste of Wanda from your lips as you slipped two fingers into her without warning. You kept your eyes locked with hers as you slowly started pumping your fingers, and Wanda’s eyes lidded as she attempted to keep her gaze on you.

Smirking devilishly, you licked a slow circle around her swollen clit before placing a kiss directly on top of it. Resting your cheek against her inner thigh, you kept your gaze on her as the sounds of your fingers roughly slamming into her filled the room. Her slick juices spilled onto the sheets as your fingernails dug into her hip in an attempt to keep her hips in place.

“I crave you, Wanda.” Your sultry voice tipped her further towards the edge, and Wanda threw her head back against the mattress as she let out a stream of curse words.

You curled your fingers as you stroked that very sensitive spot inside her, pressing firmly into the spongy walls as you sucked her clit between your lips. Wanda’s back arched, and she practically lifted herself off the bed as she reached her climax once again. This time, you hummed against her as she rode out the aftershocks, and her third orgasm snuck up on her and ripped through her body like a wildfire.

Throughout it all, you were relentless. Your fingers kept up their bruising pace as your lips chased her clit. You were starting to get light headed as Wanda’s legs squeezed your head, the hand in your hair not allowing you to escape her grasp. Wanda’s hips jerked against you, and she let out a few whimpers as the hand in your hair started pushing against your head.

“Too much sweetheart, too much.” Wanda choked out, panting in relief when you finally pulled away. She let herself relax fully against the mattress, rolling away from the center of the bed when the damp sheets grew uncomfortable beneath her. You emerged from the small in-suite bathroom with a damp washcloth. Hushing her, you gently brought the warm washcloth to her slick skin as you cleaned her up.

You couldn’t resist one final taste, and after swiping your tongue to collect the juices still flowing from her slit, you finished cleaning your girlfriend and collapsed on the bed beside her.

“Well.” Wanda said, and you laughed at her inability to speak as she rolled into your side and buried her face against your bare shoulder.

Pressing a kiss on the top of her head, you breathed in her familiar vanilla scent as she pulled you closer. You wrapped your arms around her as she draped her legs over yours in an attempt to mold her body against you. You let a hand start running through her hair, detangling it slightly as she fully relaxed into you.

“I missed your laugh.” You said, and Wanda hummed against your shoulder. You began speaking again, your words filling the non-existent space between the two of you. “I missed the crinkle of your eyes whenever you smile at me, and I missed cuddling with you and watching sitcoms. I missed the breakfasts that you cook, and I missed putting away the dishes with you afterwards.”

You laughed then, not believing the words coming out of your mouth. “I mean, who misses doing the dishes?” You snorted, burying your face back into Wanda’s hair. “Only a fool in love would miss doing the most mundane task.”

Wanda tilted her face until she was looking at you, her green eyes shining up at you. “You love me?” Her voice was colored in surprise, and her face turned hopeful.

Blinking, you realize the words that had just slipped out. “I mean… yeah.” You began, running your fingers through her hair nervously as you met her wide green eyes. “I hope that’s alright, I don’t want you to feel like you have to say it back right now or anything, but yeah.” You trailed off, feeling the blush rise to your cheeks at your accidental admission.

One of Wanda’s hands came up to rest against your cheek, and she tilted your flushed face back towards her. Her eyes crinkled as she smiled brightly up at you. “I love you too sweetheart.”

Your heart started pounding, and a wide smile broke out on your face as you excitedly started peppering Wanda’s face with kisses. “I love you too!” You exclaimed as she laughed, her hands wrapping around the back of your neck as she pulled you in for a proper, searing kiss.

Pulling away after a few long seconds, you rested your forehead against hers as an uncontrollable grin overtook your lips. Time stood still as you both basked in the newfound confessions you’d made. Wanda’s fingers grazed your jaw, her touch gentle and grounding as your mind raced with excitement.

In that moment, as your foreheads remained gently pressed together, you knew that this was the beginning of an exhilarating chapter of your life. One that Wanda would be by your side in, her hand pressed in yours as you faced the world and conquered any obstacles that may come your way. As you lingered in each other's gentle embrace, the world outside faded into insignificance, and you knew that you had finally found true love.

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tojisun · 1 year ago

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hi hi !! i get super nervous to send asks bc i’m shy and overthink things like crazy so IM SORRY IF THIS IS WEIRD BUT

i just have to tell you that the way you write biker!simon is SO AGGHH

i don’t even have words for it !! the way you characterize him, and how you always paint him exactly as i imagine he would be

i literally remember following you for all your amazing toji content and the fact that everything you’ve created is so stunningly written :D

anyways i just wanted to drop in and say that i enjoy your content so much !! thank you for sharing it w us <33

my starling im sobbing rn??? this is genuinely one of the sweetest things ive read ever and im just!!! im so full of emotions

first of all: THIS IS NOT WEIRD AT ALL!! SO PLS DONT WORRY!! ik how daunting it is to send asks/messages to ppl so im proud of u for this <33 and on my end?? im super thankful for this sweet message!! im like vibrating on my seat (on the bus and godd im late for my class hahah) with so much giddiness its insane!!!

and im super glad to hear that (see? that?) omg!! biker!simon is yet another work of my projections and yearning for love, and im glad that u guys luv it!! i luv luv ragged simon or quiet simon or even dark simon, but im so in luv with simon who’s so smitten :(( more than that, reader (YOU!!) deserve to be pampered and spoiled and adored!!! and i luuuuuv writing reader getting their princess treatment <33

AND??? im so glad that ur still here even when i just kinda dipped from the jjk fandom :((( and im happier knowing that im able to create pieces for another fandom that u also are interested in!!

and AHHH THIS GOT LONG AGAIN BUT thank you for having fun with me my luv <333

#rheya <3 #satoruxx #ask #take care sweet girl n i love u to bits <33

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calicoups · 10 months ago

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౨ৎ pranks — csc

synopsis you try a prank on seungcheol but his reaction is not what you were expecting. pairing seungcheol x reader genre fluff word count 0.6k hani’s note guys…..the way i saw this tiktok and sprinted to get it written omg. edit: unfortunately the link no longer works, sorry pookies :(

the video began tuning out as you stared into space, thinking of how seungcheol would react if you tried it on him. just thinking about it makes you feel giddy inside so you run to the vanity to grab a perfume bottle.

seungcheol was no stranger to your little tricks. and you’d think he would be used to them by now and know when they were coming but sometimes he is absolutely clueless.

“seungcheol! can you come here, please?” it’s not long before you start hearing footsteps padding across the floorboards until you see seungcheol’s face poke over the other side of the wall.

he doesn’t step into the room, more so just kind of hiding behind the wall as he pouts, “why are you calling me that?”

oh, boy.

“calling you what? come inside,” playing along, you walk over to pull him inside by his soft hand but he doesn’t budge.

seungcheol crosses his arms, muscles bulging in the polo shirt and stands firm, “i’m not coming inside until you call me properly…”

you huff sarcastically before giving in, “cherry, come on!”

beaming at the nickname, he finally walks towards you. he eyes the perfume bottle in your hand, gesturing at it with his eyes.

“i bought this online, thinking the scent would be floral but it’s not to my taste…smell it,” you spray the perfume into the air between you both and he watches, “can you smell that?”

“hm?” he tilts his head at your question.

“smell it, cherry.”

he leans in to the area where you sprayed and as seungcheol is doing as asked, you lean forward too, placing your hand on his cheek and kissing his slightly pouted lips.

to say he was surprised is an understatement. seungcheol starts giggling after you pull away, almost hysterically.

this was not the reaction you were expecting. okay, you expected him to just smile at you, and call you mischievous, expected him to tell you ‘i knew you would do this, can’t trick me, doll’. but he’s giggling? like an innocent child?

as you watch him go silent after a bit, you don’t notice yourself smiling, your cheeks hurting. you just watch him as he laughs every now and then to himself, fiddles with his fingers, struggling to make eye contact with you.

you slowly trudge over to where he’s slumped against the wall, mumbling ‘you got something here’ and wiping his face as if he’s actually got a little something on his face (he doesn’t). when you press a finger to his chest, he looks down at it and you take the chance to kiss him again.

ah, there he goes again, giggling like a schoolgirl. he’s adorable in this moment, you might just explode seeing him like this.

after some more giggling, seungcheol calms down and his big hands finds purchase on your waist, “i have to tell you something.”

you stare at him with curiosity. he’s not going to tell you that he knew, is he? nah, there’s no way he knew if that was his reaction.

“mhm, go ahead. what is it?”

“i…um, i kind of have a crush on you…” he trails off, voice getting quieter on the last few words and eyes fleeting around the room.

oh.

“we’ve been dating for so many years, baby,” you deadpan and the look he gives you makes you burst out in laughter.

there’s this fondness in his beautiful eyes as he watches you laugh your heart out. with one hand on the nape of your neck, he pulls you closer, tucks your head under his chin and laughs with you, chest vibrating and laughter filling the room.

seungcheol sighs into your hair, “you and your silly little pranks.”

“silly little pranks for my silly little cherry,” you sway side to side until you both stumble onto the bed and seungcheol holds you tighter.

seungcheol doesn’t think he could ever let you go.

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bruisedboys · 2 years ago

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congratulations on the milestone!! is it possible to get a jupiter with steve harrington and the prompt “jawline kisses”?

thank you!! and omg this prompt with steve was heavenly, ily

summary: steve gets some jawline kisses. fluff, established relationship

gn!reader 700 words

It was the kind of kissing that made you dizzy. The kind that tasted like candy floss melting on your tongue and sounded like poorly contained giddy laughter. You almost couldn’t breathe, your head swimming with lack of air and too much love, but you didn’t care.

Your hands were buried in Steve’s hair, fingers all tangled in his soft unruly locks, nails scratching gently at his scalp. His hands were on you, on every inch of you he could reach. Your thighs, spread overtop his own, your hips poised just above his, and now they were sneaking under your shirt, palms smoothing over the soft skin of your stomach and waist.

You sighed so dreamily you would’ve been embarrassed if you’d been with anyone but Steve. With Steve it didn’t matter, the sounds you got out of each other were music to the other’s ears.

Steve mumbled something unintelligible against your lips, a low hum that vibrated on your mouth. You giggled, pushed back just a millimetre to give yourself space to talk. Your hands dropped to his shoulders.

“What?” You were so breathless it came out as a raspy whisper.

Steve was no better. He sounded half drunk when he finally got the words out, chest heaving. “I said, what do you want for dinner?”

You snorted, then fell into a round of sticky giggles that were hard to get rid of. Steve grinned lazily.

“You’re dumb,” you told him, your tone nothing but fondness. “You’re kissing me stupid and you want to know what I want for dinner?”

Steve looked offended. He pouted, his swollen, kiss-raw lips pushed out dramatically. “Well, yeah, I’m hungry. Look, we could have pizza, or Chinese, or I could make that soup you like …”

Steve’s list of dinner options suddenly became unimportant as but your eyes caught on the freckles that decorated his cheekbone and trailed down to his jaw. Like little constellations on his skin, they begged to be kissed and touched and loved. You tried to listen to his mini rant, you really did, but you couldn’t help it — you leaned in while he was still talking nonsense and pressed a kiss to his jawline, right on a patch of freckles.

Steve’s breath caught and he trailed off, dinner plans all but forgotten. You smiled against his skin, kissed the same smattering of freckles, this time longer and sweeter.

“What are you doing?” He asked, sounding breathless and somewhat anguished. His hands found your hips and he pulled you closer on his lap, your hipbones pressing into his stomach. He obviously didn’t mind whatever you were up to.

“Nothing,” you said innocently. You pulled away, met his frazzled eyes and brushed your fingers over the spot you’d just kissed. “You have four freckles right here, did you know?”

"Yeah," he breathed, looking like he maybe hadn't even heard what you said at all.

"They're pretty."

Steve made a noise that sounded like something was stuck in his throat. You grinned, leaned in again and fit your mouth to his jaw. If anything his speechlessness encouraged you, and you spread your mouth over his jawline, bottom lip pushing underneath the bone while your top lip spread over the top, his skin smooth and velvety under your lips. You left a trail of precise, blazing kisses along his jaw, lips warm and sticky with fondness.

Your tongue brushed over his hot skin and he audibly sighed, shoulders going slack under your hands, more melting popsicle than boy. A moment later his hands were on the move - he must've decided it was his turn to undo you, his fingers dipping beneath the hem of your t-shirt and climbing fast. You pulled away abruptly when his fingertips reached your chest, hands dropping to his wrists, your t-shirt halfway up your torso and rising.

"Steve," you chided, breathless and giddy, lips swollen. You gave a half-hearted tug at his wrists but he didn't budge. You didn't really want him to. "Dinner."

Steve met your eyes, your equally heavy breaths mingling in the small space between you. His jaw was shining with your kisses. "M'not hungry anymore."

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chiruba · 4 years ago

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JJK BOYS' REACTING TO S/O IN A BUNNY OUTFIT !

req. hiii bestie !! i can smell potential in this account, so i'm here for a request ! jjk boys' reaction to their s/o wearing a bunny girl/boy outfit (they lost a bet) ?? maybe with... megumi, inumaki and gojo ?? thank you and i give you all my love and support for your work!!!❤️❤��️

an. HII BESTIE!! i loved this req omg and thank u for supporting me!! hope i did this req justice <3

ft. gojo, fushiguro, inumaki x fem!reader

wc. 1.5k

genre. fluff

tw. a lil suggestive but like 99% sfw

► MASTERLIST ► TAGLIST ►

GOJO SATORU ►

— this mf would be so cocky and teasing about it

— definitely the type to whistle and wiggle his eyebrows

— he's probably the one that made the bet with you

— and of course he made it knowing he'd win

"satoru!" you whine from behind the closed bathroom door, thoroughly embarrassed. "are you kidding? i'm not wearing this!" well, to be fair, you were already wearing it, but coming out of your sacred space the bathroom in it? absolutely not.

"come on!" you heard him say, his tone clearly teasing and excited. "you lost the bet, after all!"

"and you cheated to win!"

"baby-"

"no."

gojo let out a dramatic sigh, and you could practically imagine him pressing an exaggerated hand to his heart. "fine!" he said, letting out another sigh, "i guess our bets mean nothing to you."

"it's a stupid bet, satoru-"

"i understand, don't worry." you groaned, rolling your eyes at your boyfriend's usual childish antics. you could hear him shuffling from the other side of the door, "i'll just go to bed." you let a sigh, glancing to the large mirror to your right, your reflection staring back at you. you felt your face get hot at the thought of showing this to gojo. i mean, you could use it to try and get back at your boyfriend for all the times he'd teased you, and maybe even fluster him a bit? impossible, but a girl can dream.

"...fine." you grumble so quietly you're unsure if he even heard it - until you hear the giddy squeal come out of your boyfriend's mouth from the other side of the door, catching you so off guard that you can't help but let out a snort. before you even have a chance to do so yourself, gojo swings open the door and catches you as you stumble out.

he grins at you cheekily, one eyebrow raised and a low whistle sounding from his lips. "you were already wearing it?" he asks, and before you can respond a bright light flashes in your eye, and you realise he's taking pictures.

"satoru!" you go to cover your head, immediately regretting your decision. "i'm changing back right now!" you exclaim and try to rush back into the bathroom, only to be stopped by him pulling you back gently, his chest colliding with your body.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI ►

— BLUSHY BABY!

— he'd be so embarrassed even looking at you LOL

— doesn't mean he won't look though

— would probably be like "what are you doing?" all grumbly and annoyed

— but his eyes stay trained on you and the outfit

you didn't think last week that your saturday night would be spent waiting on your boyfriend's bed, dressed head to toe in a bunny girl outfit while you waited for him to get done showering. it originally began when nobara showed you a funny tiktok of someone else pranking their significant other while they were dressed in a bunny outfit, and you'd both joked about doing it to your respective significant others. you had teased nobara, doubting that maki would be flustered even by such an outfit, which then led her to tease you about how fushiguro wouldn't even bat an eye at it. and, well, here you are.

you want to blame nobara for this entire fiasco, but you can't help the scratch of curiosity you yourself have about your antisocial boyfriend's reaction. if you're being entirely honest, the thought of making him flustered makes you a bit giddy. you decide to wrap yourself in his bed covers, seeing that fushiguro's designated showering time is ending soon, and then duck your head under the covers like a child hiding from a monster. the door lock clicks, and you hear the familiar sound of the sliding door.

"what are you doing?" fushiguro asks, closing the door behind him as he makes his way over to the mound on his bed. you giggle and hug the covers closer.

"take a guess," you tease, and you were sure if you could see him he'd be rolling his eyes.

"i don't know," he responded bluntly, "are you cold? i'll warm you up." you could hear the slight grumble in his voice at the last part, clearly still getting used to voicing his affections. it made your heart flutter a little, and you decided to stop teasing, mostly because it was the first time today you'd be able to see your boyfriend's face. you quickly pulled the covers back, sitting up on his bed as you stared up at fushiguro with an innocent grin.

"wha?!-" fushiguro spluttered, pink immediately beginning to stain his cheeks. his mouth hang open as he stared at you, eyes rapidly glancing around your outfit. "what are you doing?" he asked, gulping obviously after his sentence.

"what do ya think?" you teasingly asked, deciding to stand up and give a quick spin around, only flustering fushiguro further. "maybe this should be my halloween outfit? oh, we could even match! you could be a magician-" fushiguro let out a noise similar to a growl, and the next thing you knew, you were back in his bed, covers one again wrapped around your body like a cloak.

"no." he said plainly, and you had to hold back your laughter.

"no? no what, love?" he scrunched up his face at the nickname, but you could tell he liked it just by the simple fact that he'd never told you to stop. your teasing smile dropped when he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting on your ear as he whispered,

"i wanna be the only one to see you that way."

INUMAKI TOGE ►

— he got so flustered at first omg

— and said the one word that came to his mind - "wow."

— inumaki has such great control when it comes to his speech, he already knew it would be a safe word

— what he doesn't have great self-control over is, honestly, his love for you

— inumaki's just so amazed at how you're his s/o

— after he gets over his initial flustered reaction, he tackles you in affection <3

you were sure that you've never been more embarrassed in your life than now. nobara had suggested the grand idea of playing 'truth or dare' for girls' night, and sadly, your turn had ended up in maki's hands. you thought that maki couldn't come up with anything too bad, especially not this late at night, and so you went with the dare.

...and now here you are, dressed in a bunny girl outfit, standing in the middle of your boyfriend, inumaki toge's, room. the outfit was bought last halloween as a complete joke between the three of you, and you had completely forgotten about it afterwards, keeping it in the deepest part of your closet. how had maki even come up with that on the spot? damn her brains. your phone pinged, vibrating on inumaki's desk where you had put it, and you glanced over to see nobara's text;

'he's coming!!'

the simple message made your heart pound, your head frantically snapping back to look at the door as you waited for your boyfriend to come through. you held your breath when you heard a key being inserted into the door, and a small noise of surprise when inumaki realised the door wasn't locked. he quickly understood that you were most likely in his room.

"kombu-" inumaki froze, quite literally froze. it reminded you of the times he'd unzipped his collar and whispered the words "don't move,", his enemies bodies going rigid just as his just did.

you began to speak, and then realised, what the fuck were you meant to say in this situation? you'd been so focused on when inumaki would come through the door, you hadn't even thought about what to say when he did. you quite literally felt the way your heart fluttered when you heard inumaki let out a quiet breath, and you heard him whisper,

"wow."

it was already rare to hear your boyfriend's soft voice, even when he was simply speaking in onigiri ingredients, and you were shocked that you had caused this much of a reaction from him.

inumaki finally took back control of his body as he dropped the plastic white bag full of late-night snacks he was out getting, quickly shutting the door behind him and rushing over to you. his arms snaked around your waist, and you stumbled when he pulled you from the middle of his room to his bed.

"toge!" you yelled, arms wrapping around him automatically. you giggled when he began bombarding you in kisses, kissing you on the tip of your nose, the corners of your mouth and continually along your jaw, each a sweet peck full of affection that was more than enough to convey inumaki's feelings. "toge," you whined, now lowering your voice, "maki and nobara are probably right outside the door!" inumaki continues to hold you close while he reaches into his shorts pockets, pulling out his phone and typing a quick message, still giving you sweet pecks as you read his text.

'too bad. ur mine now <3'

ill give u a kiss goodnight if u reblog <3

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cloudystevie · 4 years ago

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Jasss okay so like I’m about to go feral over the thought of Andy having to teach innocent reader how to give him a blowjob or fuck even a handjob like holy shit. I’ll pretend idk what I’m doing just to witness that like holy shit. Pleaseeeeeee

omg wait because!!!!!!!

warnings: daddy kink, corruption/innocence kink?, oral m receiving and quickly written so not very good lol

after much hesitation on andy’s part and much insistence from yours, he finally agrees to let you go down on him like that

he was extremely reluctant because he knew he was ... well endowed and you were his sweet little princess, he didnt want to hurt you

but you got on your knees in front of him, all wide sparkling eyes and an all too familiar pout and andy’s cock is already beginning to swell against his slacks

he grabs your soft hand in his larger, rougher one and guides it to his zipper, you bite your lip, giddy with excitement

he guides you while he uses your fingers to unzip himself, shifting his hips so his cock slaps against his abdomen abruptly and you’re gasping, pressing your thighs together to quell the steadily growing ache in your cunt

“wrap your hand around me honey, just- shit- just like that.” he hisses. andy has imagined this all too many times in his head, and now that it’s finally happening he thinks he’s ready to cover your face in his cum already

you do what you assume makes sense; rubbing up and down his shaft and he groans

you look up at him through your eyelashes, voice candy sweet to his ears, “like this daddy?”

he wraps a hand around your neck, not choking you, just as another thing to assert control over you with

“just like that baby, you’re doing so good already. think you can try taking a little into your mouth honey?”

you nod excitedly, shifting forwards on your knees and wait for andy to give you further instruction

andy’s stomach tightens at how eager you were to please him; all adding to his all to quickly approaching release

“lick daddy’s tip like a popsicle okay baby?” he has a hand cupping your cheek and you nod, leaning forward and doing exactly what he said

he tastes salty but you want more, so on your own initiative you swirl your tongue around his tip and more pre-cum drips down his length

“don’t take your fucking eyes off of me.” he demands and you immediately comply, your own innocent eyes pouring into his hard set ones

“keep licking daddy like a popsicle and use your hand to rub what your little mouth can’t take.”

he groans, and you rub your thighs together, the friction making you moan and the vibrations shoot up andy’s spine and before you know it your hand is working much faster on its own, tongue more insistent with its licks and he spilling onto your face with a loud groan of your name

you lick the cum around your lips, looking up at him as his chest slowly drops to a regular speed

“was that good daddy?”

the sight of your pretty face covered in cum was one andy wished he could take a picture of, but unfortunately his phone was nowhere to be found

then something more possessive settles onto his shoulders;

he was the first man you ever took in your mouth, the first man to guide you. and the only man to do so because he had so much to teach your innocent self that he woukd ruin you for any other man

#andy barber imagine #andy barber imagines #andy barber smut #andy barber x reader #chris evans imagines #chris evans smut #daddy! andy x little reader #requests #andy barber requests

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multi-maker · 4 years ago

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for the event can you do xiao, albedo, venti & childe's reaction to our character hugging them in the main story quest like after a fight? if that's alright ofc💖

— eclipse

in a world where genshin characters pull for you, how would they react to your character hugging them in the main story quest? ft. xiao, albedo, venti, and childe!

notes. OMG i’m so sorry for the late response TT^TT anemo and i were super busy and didn’t have time to write so <//3 anyway, i had fun writing this hehe! i hope it’s to your liking!

when the fight ended, xiao relaxed against his seat as he rested his sore fingers - that was a tough battle. he was glad he built his characters beforehand!

xiao thought he could relax - he really did, but when your character appeared on the screen, with a grateful smile, xiao jumped up on his seat.

he watches with rapt attention as your character talked, and when the golden moment came - where your character hugged his, xiao slapped his hands over his mouth to contain a rather girly scream.

he really didn’t expect it - his face was flushed red and he was trying very hard not to cry on the spot

poor boy just wants a break but all he got was your character trying to murder him with your love <//3

albedo heard of it actually; that your character was going to show up in a cutscene after a fight in the archon quest!

albedo pays attention in every detail inthe fight, waiting for the moment your character appears

the moment the screen goes dark and the telltales of a cutscene starts, albedo starts recording it

when your character spoke and thanked his character, congratulating him, albedo a a small smile on his face. seeing your character was giving him so much serotonin

until your character hugged his and albedo malfunctioned on the spot; he didn’t expect you to hug his and now albedo was dying.

venti was vibrating on his seat, waiting for the cutscene to arrive

he’s seen from his genshin mutuals on twitter talk about it - that you, a beloved character and his favorite ever, was going to appear

he’s distracted in the fight because of you so when he’s finally finished, he couldn’t help but squeal when the cutscene started

then your character appeared in all of their glory and venti falls in love once again. he watches with rapt attention with a silly smile on his face- oh hold up why is your character going so near-

the moment your character envelops his into a hug, venti malfunctions and is a literal sobbing mess on his computer desk.

childe is a whaler through and through. he knows everything that will happen in the game - doesn’t matter if it isn’t out yet

but for some god forsaken sick reason, this poor ginger didn’t know that your character was going to hug his

when childe realized what was happening a mili-freaking-second late, he literally covers his face and screams onto his hands

he has a giddy smile on his face with red dusting his cheeks as well

probably took 1000+ screenshots the moment it happened so he can daydream about it

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tsukikento · 4 years ago

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Empathetic Chapter 12

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Summary: After your mom, the number 1 hero in America, gets offered a teaching position at U.A., you two pack up your things and head to Musutafu, Japan to start a new life. Pressure for you in America was at an all-time high, and now you’re in Japan, where almost no one knows you, or your family’s past.

This tale starts on your first day of class where your new teacher decides the best way for you to fit in is to fight against the strongest person in your class: Bakugou Katsuki.

Warnings/Genre: This piece will feature some angst and reference to an abusive parent, if you are ever worried about other tw’s feel free to send me an ask and I will let you know. There will also be fluff, slight angst, pining, and slowburn.

A/N: No clue how I got this chapter out hella fast despite losing it all, but it was so fun to write lol! I hope you guys like it, please send me asks with feedback! I’m really excited for the next chapters!

(masterlist)

Once you heard the click of your door gently closing, you released a breath of air you didn’t know you were holding. You looked to your ceiling as your heart raced with your brain actively trying to calm it down.

Your phone was still vibrating, but you knew it was a call this time. You didn’t have the nerves to answer it, however, and simply looked at the various texts Ashido had sent you. The first was from around noon today:

I’m on my date with Kirishima right now and I am freaking out!!

She vaguely narrated her emotions before a more significant one showed up at 2:00pm.

Where are you?? I want to tell you and Hagakure everything!!!!

You smiled, happy you were now included with her list of what you assumed was best friends. Just before you got home, she texted you a series of question marks.

????

Where are you!?!

And then the flood of texts when you came home.

Were you??

Omg

Were you really went on a date with Bakugou?

Sir explodey???

Why did you not tell me about your date with Bakugou!!

You smiled fondly at your friend’s jokes and knew the rest of your night would be filled with her and Hagakure. Genuinely, it was exciting to know you would spend you night with the two excitable girls. Not only were you ecstatic that you could hear about Ashido’s actual date today, but your stomach flipped at the idea of finally telling them about you and Bakugou.

If there was even anything between you and Bakugou.

It felt a little wild that your relationships with your classmates had grown so much so quickly. You spent a moment reminiscing about living in America and how much time you really spent by yourself. It definitely helped that you lived in a dorm with them too.

Drawing yourself away from your thoughts, you texted her back:

It wasn’t a date!!

But I am on my way downstairs rn

You hastily changed out of your nicer outfit and into shorts and a sweater, something perfect for the sleepover vibes you were hoping for today. Only for a moment did you debate taking out your earbuds; you did not want to become stressed by overthinking. They really were hurting at this moment and you were sure everything would be okay.

You took your earbuds off and placed them into their case that had been in your backpack. You then pocketed the case in the front pocket of your sweater. Just in case. You ears thanked you as you rubbed them and you tried your best to ignore the thoughts rushing into your head.

You can do this, you told yourself. Half of it was because of your classmates thoughts rushing into your head, and half was because of the nerves you still had from today. It had been quite some time since you went a long period without earbuds and you feared getting a headache, but the risk was well worth it considering how your ears were begging for a break.

You took in a deep breath and told yourself to finally go!

Slowly and quietly, you opened your door, almost afraid that Bakugou would be watching you.

With no one in sight, you rushed down the stairs, the adrenaline pumping through your veins made an elevator ride seem like the worst and longest possible thing. You fled down the stairs, running on the tips of your feet to make the least amount of noise.

Once downstairs you rushed to your friends with a beaming smile.

“Hi!” You exclaimed as you plopped down onto the couch.

“Well aren’t you smiley,” Hagakure immediately commented, making heat flush up your neck.

You couldn’t help it. You had a great day with Bakugou and a productive one to boot. That and you were about to spend the night with your current closest friends. Although you started out wanting to just forget your feelings, you could absolutely get used to the way he talks to you and time you spend together.

You replied to Hagakure’s comment by just deepening your smile and shrugging. “Ashido! You have to tell me how it went!” You looked to the pink girl, who had a grin just as wide as yours. That’s a good sign. That and she wasn’t currently crying in her room. “Should we get snacks and go up to someone’s room?” You suggested.

“Yes!” Ashido replied, “That sounds perfect!” The girl immediately stood up and practically skipped over to the kitchen which was still occupied by students.

Each of you moved around silently. You grabbed three cups and a bottle of soda while Hagakure and Ashido grabbed their desired snacks to bring from the pantry. You were still quite full from your late lunch, but knew that this night would go long.

As your hands held onto the cool glass cups and plastic bottle, you imagined how tonight would be going.

It will be great! You decided as Ashido and Hagakure walked out of the pantry with two bags of chips and a box of fruit gummies. You felt the giddiness in your stomach rise as the girls approached you. Silently, you all walked to the elevator, arms full and eyes shining.

“We can go to my room,” Ashido explained as she reached out to press the appropriate floor.

The same floor with Kirishima and Bakugou, you silently noted as the doors closed and the elevator began to rise.

When the doors opened to your and Ashido’s floor, the first thing you saw was Bakugou walking towards you. Shock ran through your veins as the three of your exited before the doors closed and then stood still. It must have been quite the sight to see the three of you, practically in pajamas with hands full of snacks.

If it wasn’t clear from that image that you three were going to be talking about boys the whole night, then Bakugou sure must be an idiot.

“Tch,” He scoffed as his hand found the doorknob to Kirishima’s room.

Wait, you thought and you quizzically stared at him. Were he and Kirishima also going to talk about girls?

At the very least, you were sure that they would be talking about Ashido.

Bakugou gave you a knowing smirk. Looks like those two idiots finally got together, huh? Surely you helped them.

Your eyes widened. No one had noticed you weren’t wearing your earbuds yet except for Bakugou.

Obviously I can see you without them, you idiot. I’m always looking. His eyes squinted at you and silently gasped in response.

The blond barked out a small laugh, before opening Kirishima’s door and leaving you three in the hall like dumbstruck idiots. You knew he was directing his laugh at your shocked face, but the girls probably just thought it was at their wild appearance.

“Weird,” Hagakure laughed as she became the first to start walking to Ashido’s room. You and the pink girl followed quickly behind.

Once inside, you all immediately dropped the snacks off on the bed and desk. Before anyone had a chance to speak, Ashido turned to face you.

“Before I get started,” She began, “I just have to say…

You gulped down the lump in your throat. From her thoughts alone, you could tell she was upset and hurt.

“How dare you not tell either of us that you were going on a DATE with frickin’ BAKUGOU??” Her anger roared through the room and you were sure Bakugou could hear his name being spoken.

“It wasn’t a date,” You responded meekly, knowing full well how it looked when you walked into the dorms, a smile plastered on your face and Bakugou held the door open for you.

Ashido scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Sure it wasn’t,” She accused, sarcasm dripping off every word. “We will get to you later, missy,” She promised before jumping onto her bed and grabbing a bag of fruit snacks.

“Anyways,” Hagakure spoke, breaking the silent tension that had formed. “Please! Tell us about your date with Kirishima!” She practically begged as she sat down at the desk and began pouring herself a drink.

“Well,” Ashido giggled, “If you insist.” The smile on her face that had been there since you met her downstairs was a clear indicator of the results. You, however, still wanted to hear every juicy detail she could remember.

You sat down on the bed across from Ashido, certain this story would be long enough to hurt your legs if you stayed standing.

“I asked him Friday night if he wanted to go out. Well,” She corrected, “I texted him. Let me show you.” She whipped out her phone and moved so all of you could read it. Despite this, Ashido read it aloud as well.

“Hey, Kiri! And then a cute heart emoji.” She pointed at the emoji on her phone. “I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch tomorrow or Sunday? I found this new café a few blocks away from school and really wanted to try it out with you!”

“Then he said…”

“Sure! I would love too! Sunday works best.”

“Then I said—”

“Ashido, we can read it,” Hagakure sassed. You sincerely didn’t mind her reading the texts, it was a cute commentary addition.

“Shush!” Ashido retorted before turning back to her phone, not letting Hagakure get another word in. She pressed her off button and the screen went black. She moved to be sitting normally again and continued, “So anyways we set up a time. And we were having great conversations on our walk. I had decided from the very beginning to bring up dating him after we leave the café. So, we just chat and it’s nice and he’s so sweet and cute and—”

“Ashido,” You interrupt, unable to hide your laughter and her rambling. The girl stopped and looked at you, her eyes wide as if unsure why you stopped her. “You were getting off topic.”

“Oh!” She exclaimed. “Sorry! Anyways, we get there, and it turns out it wasn’t just a normal café, it was a cat café! So, we buy an hour and get our drinks and snacks and it was so much fun. Seeing him with those cats was like, amazingly adorable.” She stops talking for a moment to eat some of the fruit gummies. “Also! He literally bought all the drinks and food and he refused to take any of my money which was so sweet. And I feel like he kinda knew? Like, he knew this was more than just two friends hanging out.”

“What do you mean by that?” You asked before getting up to pour yourself a glass of soda.

“Like, he seemed so nervous an quiet at the beginning, but luckily he started warming up after he saw all the cats. Except a couple times he would get super silent and just look at me with this wistful smile. It’s hard to explain, but yeah.”Ashido described. “Oh, and I wore this really cute dress and sneakers with some clips in my hair and he complimented me with this goofy smile on his face. Even he dressed up nicely in a red, short-sleeve button up.

“Oh, wow,” Hagakure mumbles. “So when did you tell him?”

“After the hour was up, we decided to not pay for another hour and just go,” Ashido explained, “They were also super crowded and busy. However, instead of just heading back home we walked to the nearby riverbank and sat on the grass hill. It was so amazing because it was covered in flowers and the sun felt so nice. Kirishima looked so great. Honestly, we ended up taking some photos because it was just a gorgeous time of day.”

“Okay? But when did you confess?” Hagakure repeated. She was getting quite impatient and wiggling around in the chair.

You laughed as Ashido shushed her. “Let me be happy!” She retorted with a glint of humor. Despite her tone, it was clear she didn’t mean anything horrible and you laughed even harder.

“Fine,” The invisible girl groaned and pouted in her chair.

You were tempted to retort and tease Hagakure about Ojiro, but decided not to change the topic when you were getting to the most interesting parts of Ashido’s story.

“So anyways,” Ashido began once more. “When we were done taking photos, we just started talking about this or that, it was very pleasant. Like, he was telling me about his goals after school and he seemed so excited and passionate, it was great.” She paused for a moment and looked at each of us before continuing. “All of the sudden,” Her voice grew louder and her wide eyes put you on the edge of your seat in anticipation.

This has to be the moment! You thought.

“A cart ran by with roses and Kirishima jumped up immediately and ran to buy a half-bouquet. It was like out of a movie!” Ashido exclaimed, her hands coming up to touch her cheeks as they grew a deeper shade of pink that her typical skin tone.

“Awww” Hagakure sighed.

“I know!” Ashido exclaimed. “So after he gave me the flowers, I was blushing so much and I could barely talk and when I said that the flowers were pretty he was like ‘yeah, pretty like you’!” I was literally screaming on the inside.”

It felt like you had butterflies on the inside of your stomach from simply hearing about Ashido’s date. It was so much sweeter than yours, despite you still being happy with your day. Ashido and Kirishima had known each other for years too, while you and Bakugou knew each other for a week. In fact, your day with him wasn’t technically even a date.

“Kirishima is so sweet!” Hagakure gushed while you simply smiled at your friends.

“So did you confess after?” You inquired while Ashido showed off the roses now in a vase.

“Okay, okay,” She fumbled and she put down the vase and got back onto the bed. “I basically didn’t have any words. I did not expect him to be so romantic so all I could get out was a small thank you. He was super red too which was a good sign. I was trying to get up the courage to say something more, but then he started talking.”

“Oh?” Hagakure added, her commentary working well with the story.

“He confessed!” Ashido practically screamed.

“He confessed?” Both you and Hagakure questioned. You stood up from your spot in shock and Ashido followed.

Her energy was at a high as she rapidly nodded, “Yes!”

“Oh my goodness,” You added, completely shocked that Kirishima could build up the courage and also happen to do it at the same time Ashido wanted to. You could not help but think about Bakugou currently in Kirishima’s room. You wondered what the story sounded like from Kirishima’s point of view.

Was he also nervous and getting of topic? Or is he already done with the story?

You were sure whatever the answer was, Bakugou was already over it.

“It was so sweet and I feel like I blacked out,” Ashido continued. “He talked about our friendship and how he admired me and how that admiration slowly turned romantic as we got older. He ended it by saying he wanted to finally be the manliest he could be and actually tell me how he felt.”

“So sweet!” Hagakure added. “Very Kirishima of him.” She giggled at the idea of the scene, but Ashido seemed as happy as could be.

“So what did you say after?” You asked, silently hoping that their date ended with a sweet kiss.

“I started stuttering, but I was eventually able to say that I like him back,” Ashido explained. “Honestly, it was a bit awkward. That was mainly because both of us were smiling like idiots though. He was so cute,” She said for almost the fifth time that night.

“That really sweet, Ashido. I’m glad you guys finally admitted it,” You encouraged. “I’ve only known you for a short time, but it was clear you guys are really cute together.”

“Thank you, (Y/N)-kun,” She smiled before reaching out to give you an awkward hug over the pile of snacks.

“How did the date end though?” Hagakure asked as you both broke apart.

“Ah, yes!” Ashido exclaimed, as if suddenly remembering something important. “We started talking about it all and agreed to go on another date soon but keep things pretty quiet. Like, we aren’t going to hide anything, but we aren’t going to sit everyone down to just tell them.” There was a brief pause, “Well, except for you guys.”

Both you and Hagakure laughed at that.

“And Bakugou,” Hagakure added, which was something you were thinking, but did not want to bring up.

They are accusing me of dating him and I would hate for these teasing jokes to get to him and hurt the small amount of friendship we currently have, you thought as you laughed at Hagakure’s addition.

“Anyways, we eventually walked home and just talked about random things. The conversation started getting back to normal, but halfway through he held my hand and it was so cute!” She explained. “I hope everything can stay normal, just with more romance.”

“Did he kiss you at the end?” You ask, unable to help it anymore.

Hagakure laughed at you and Ashido shook her head.

“No, there were a lot of people outside, so it just didn’t feel right. I think he kinda wanted to though,” She explained and shrugged. “I’m not upset about it,” She smiled brightly, “I’m just happy we finally admitted it.”

You smiled silently at your friend, not quite having the words to tell her how happy for her and proud of her you are.

Hagakure, however, had much to say. “Oh, my god!” She began her speech. “I am literally so happy for you guys! You are both so cute together, like literally from day 1 at U.A., you two have been the sweetest friends! I cannot wait to see you guys in public. Kirishima is already so red around you that a quick kiss on his check with make him turn as red as his hair!”

“That I help him dye,” Ashido interjected, a wide smile spread across her pink cheeks.

“Exactly!” Hagakure exclaimed while wiggling around in the seat from happiness.

As a comfortable and happy silence filled the room, you each took this opportunity to grab some food. You poured yourself and Ashido a drink while Hagakure opened a bag or chips and Ashido ate more fruit snacks. Once you sat down, you phone buzzed and Hagakure and Ashido glanced up at you. Although you couldn’t actually see Hagakure…

“Probably my mom,” You mumbled, hopefully answering their silent question.

They look away and you handed Ashido her drink before grabbing your phone off the soft mattress. You tried to be as silent as you could when it was Bakugou’s name flashing across your screen instead of your mom’s.

You looked up to the girls who were staring at their own phones and unlocked yours as silently as you could.

Shitty hair is literally running through a pros and cons list of texting pinky…I’m sure your night is just as miserable considering how loud pinky and whatever her name is can get.

You stared at it, trying to figure out just how to reply. You bit your lip, wondering whether to laugh and joke along with him or defend your friend.

You tested out a few different options before finally sending:

I think it’s cute…and I’m not the type to complain about having friends who actually talk to me.

You listened as closely as you could, not sure how this comment would come across. If you paid enough attention, maybe you would be able to hear his thoughts.

Is that a quip at me? You heard a voice that you hoped was Bakugou. It definitely matched to most compared to the other voices in this house you could currently hear. Or is she just trying to share more?

You heard a bit more of his thoughts before you pulled away, not wanting to intervene too much into his privacy.

Eventually, your phone buzzed once more.

I am.

Your heart dropped slightly at the short comment. But another text suddenly came in.

As far as I think, all those other extras share way too much about their personal lives.

Other extras.

Other extras?

What does that mean?

Testing the waters, you put something a bit risky.

I’ll make sure not to share my person life with you now lol

You felt so incredibly nervous about your text and the ‘lol’ at the end felt so cringey as you stared at it.

Nah, you’re fine. For now.

You smiled brightly, you couldn’t help it. That was definitely a good sign and you knew it. You felt like such an idiot as you began typing out your reply.

“Excuse me?” You heard a critical voice say from above you.

You looked up to see Ashido and Hagakure in front of you. You shockingly looked at them, wondering what they could need.

“You sure are smiling like a fool for someone who is just texting your mom!” Hagakure accused you.

“Uhh,” You stumbled, not sure what to say.

Before you could get any words out, Ashido snatched your phone out of your hands and ran across the room.

“Oh my god!” She gasped while reading over the short conversation. “Bakugou!?” She exclaimed while turning to phone to show Hagakure.

You didn’t even try to snatch it back because you knew full well that they would find out eventually.

“Oh my,” Hagakure finally spoke. “This is,” She paused and looked at you before looking at Ashido. “Is this?”

“L/N-kun and Bakugou flirting? Yes,absolutely” Ashido rapidly nodded before tossing the electronic device onto the bed. “I’m literally not even mad at him bashing us, especially me and Kiri. I’m just happy that he finally found a girl to like.”

“We should have known too,” Hagakure passionately added while you watched their conversation unfold. “They even went on a date today.”

“It wasn’t a date,” You finally interjected.

“Oh, it wasn’t a date!? Sure, it wasn’t,” Ashido replied with an overly mocking tone.

Hagakure was busting up laughing at this point and was unable to say anything else. Nevertheless, she was trying. “I can’t—I can’t—Oh my—"

“Guys!” You pouted, interrupted the two girls. You took this opportunity to grab your phone off the bed and take your place it into your sweater pocket. “Let me explain,” You pleaded.

Both girls suddenly stopped the smiles, giggles, and teasing. Silently, they sat in their respective seats and waited for you to explain yourself.

“So,” You began before taking in a deep breath, “Yes, I do like Bakugou—”

“I knew it!” Ashido exclaimed.

You squinted your eyes at her in critique. “You knew? Since when?” You questioned, knowing full well that she did not know. She had only known you for a week and only saw you and Bakugou interact once.

“Uhh, today?” She offered, “When you came home with him today?”

Hagkure snickered at Ashido’s response which received her a light smack from the pink girl.

“You guys ready to listen?” You asked, interrupting the snickering clients.

“Yes!” The replied in unison. They sat down and looked at you with anticipation.

“Okay, so,” You thought over your next words carefully. “I don’t know what it is about Bakugou that makes me like him. It’s kind of just everything?” You bit your lip, “Like, he’s super hot.”

“Ew,” Ashido groaned, “You can’t say that about him!”

Hagakure laughed even harder than before considering she wasn’t nearly as close to Bakugou as Ashido was. “He is pretty attractive, Ashido. You have to admit.”

“Stop!” Ashido exclaimed. “Bakugou is literally like a dad, he can’t be hot.”

You laughed at Ashido’s comment, her humor helping you relax more. “Just relax, Ashido! I’ll stop talking about how,” You paused, “You know, he is.”

“Thank you,” She replied.

You smiled before continuing your story. “I’ve talked to him a few times over the week, and it is obviously not perfect. Sometimes though, he just says all the right stuff and it makes my insides twist. Like today, we went to his costume designer’s place because I simply mentioned to him that I wanted to change my costume up a lot. And then he took me to one of his favorite food places.” You smiled at the memory. “It was a really nice day, but obviously not as cute or romantic as Ashido’s date.”

Ashido shrugged, “That’s just how Bakugou is though! Like, me and Kirishima have known each other for years! Bakugou is warming up to you after only a week while it took him months to even consider Kirishima a friend.”

“Very true,” Hagakure interjected. She was enjoying the story, but Ashido knew much more about Bakugou than her, making her opinions not as pertinent.

“I think,” Ashido continued, “You and Bakugou have a lot of potential. In fact, now that I know you like him, I can pay so much attention to your conversations. I’ll be like a spy, I can analyze everything!”

You chuckled at your friend’s excitement, feeling great about telling your friends about your crush on Bakugou. At the same time, though, it also felt silly having a crush on him. You bit your lip while telling yourself not to become too preoccupied with the blond when each of you cared more about becoming heroes.

“And those texts are the first thing I want to analyze!” Ashido explained, “So gimme your phone!”

“No, you don’t have to,” You bashfully replied, not sure if it would be right to allow them to see texts from Bakugou when he thinks it is just her.

“Aww, come on!” Hagakure pressured. “I saw some pretty flirty stuff in those texts!”

“Maybe,” You continued, “But Bakugou is a very private person, you know?”

“True,” Ashido spoke, “But he doesn’t have to know!” The grin on her face was wicked and you could tell she wouldn’t let this topic go.

“Okay,” You gave in, “I’m sure it’ll be fine.” You pulled your phone out of your pocket and unlocked it. The texts between you and Bakugou popped up and you passed the phone to her.

She began reading it out loud because it was difficult for all three of your to read it at once.

“First off,” She said, beginning her analysis, “Just him initiating a conversation like this with you is big! He almost never begins conversations.”

“Not only that,” Hagakure added, “But he was trying to find common ground with you. That can be pretty big for Bakugou.”

“And,” Ashido exclaimed, as if just thinking about this “He even said he doesn’t mind you talking about your personal life while he doesn’t like hearing about others.”

Hagakure giggled, “Ooh la la! Sounds like Bakugou is in love.” She emphasized the word ‘love’ and elongated it in a teasing tone.

Ashido began chuckling along with Hagakure while you felt your cheeks turn red. “You guys are just jumping into things,” You insisted while taking your phone back. “I’m just going to take things slow.”

Since their laughter had died down by now, the girls nodded along with you.

“I think that’s smart,” Ashido agreed. “It’s hard to know how he will react in a romantic situation.”

“You know what might be fun,” Hagakure begins. You each look to her, awaiting her thoughts. “Since we know Bakugou is still in there, we could try and sneak up to the room to hear what they are saying about you guys.”

Ashido immediately had a mischievous smile appear on her face. She almost looked like a Cheshire cat and you knew what was next. “Why would we have to sneak up to overhear them when we have L/N right here?”

“Oh my god, that is so true!” Hagakure exclaimed while shaking here arms in excitement. You could tell she turned to look at you and she asked, “So, what do you think?”

I think it’s a bad idea, but I really want to do it, you thought. You took a few beats to think over all the possibilities that could make it a good or bad idea. You looked to Ashido’s excited face and knew Hagakure must feel similar despite not being able to see her either.

“Okay,” You finally said, effectively giving in.

You almost talked yourself out of it. However, this wasn’t something you did often, it definitely wasn’t going to become a habit, and you were a teenager with a crush who simply wanted to have fun?

“Yes! Yes, yes yes!” Ashido exclaimed while Hagakure got up and began dancing around the room.

You laughed loudly at your two friends, enjoying their humorous actions.

“Okay, okay,” You sheepishly interrupted, trying to calm them down. “I’ll need you guys to chill a bit to hear.”

Ashido saluted you and Hagakure laughed before doing the same, at least you could tell from her moving clothes. The two girls then sat down and awaited your next words.

You, on the other hand, focused your energy on the voices surrounding you. Your head, at this point, didn’t hurt at all, and made you feel even more confident about your decision to take out your earbuds. You had gotten very used to hearing people’s thoughts, but not at all processing the words they were saying.

Suddenly, Kirishima’s prominent thoughts came into view.

Today was so great. I think I’ll take her bowling on our next date.

“Kirishima is planning your next date,” You mindlessly spoke, too focused to watch Ashido. You did, however, hear her shrill scream and the excited thoughts rushing through her head.

“What about Bakugou?” Hagakure asked.

You barked out a laugh once your were able to hear Bakugou;s thought clearly enough. “He’s thinking about how you and Kirishima are absolute idiots…but he’s still happy you guys got together.”

“That’s so sweet!” Ashido exclaimed.

“Aww, nothing about you?” Hagakure asked.

You shrugged your shoulders and focused more on your friends. “I really doubt that he talked to Kirishima about today.” You smiled to try and assure your friends. “I don’t need him to think about me all the time.”

Ashido smiled, her eyes filled with a kind of pity you weren’t sure you liked. Despite this, you knew she had good intentions at heart, and you grinned back as she patted your shoulder.

“Anyways,” Hagakure spoke up after a pregnant pause filled the room. “Let’s talk about something else, this conversation is totally not passing the Bechdel test and I am over it.”

You nodded in agreement and grabbed a handful of chips before sipping on your drink. “I could show you guys the sketches for my new hero costume,” You offered.

Ashido grinned widely, “Yes! You can put on your current one and show us the new sketches.”

“Oh god,” You exclaimed, “My current one is so ugly.”

“Well now you have to show us,” Hagakure laughed.

“Okay, okay! I’ll be right back then.” Happily, you stood up from your seat on the bed and made your way to your bed to grab your hero costume, computer, and sketchbook. A wide smile was spread across your face and you clumsily handled all of your supplies.

Today was a great day, you thought as another person’s own thought rang through your ears.

Fuck, why was today the best day I’ve had in a while? You heard Bakugou’s voice ring through your ears before you reopened Ashido’s door.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugo #bakugou #bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki imagines #bakugo katsuki imagines #bakugo katsuki fanfiction #bakugou katsuki fanfiction

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yet-another-fan-girl9 · 4 years ago

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Blackouts at the Bank

Summary: You get locked into a bank along with Captain America during a city-wide blackout.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1348

Square Filled: Locked In with a Cute Stranger

A/N: This *is* a F.R.I.E.N.D.S. plot, buuuut it’s not an AU and therefore this will fill another square.

For @star-spangled-bingo 2021.

Star Spangled Bingo 2021 Masterlist

The bank sucked. Well, you weren’t even really in the bank, just the ATM room. Was there a better name for it? Probably. Your mind drifted off while you waited for the grey haired woman in front of you to withdraw some cash. Did people really use cash anymore? You were only here because you had to pay your grandmother back, and God forbid that she learns how to use Venmo or PayPal.

A glance around the room told you that the majority of the five people, the woman ahead of you and a couple at the ATM next to the right, were at least fifty or older. The only outliers were you and a tall man in the back, his cap casting a shadow over his face, his jacket collar pulled up as well. Oh, God, you hoped he didn’t have any malicious intentions. Tall, broad shouldered, good posture (albeit his efforts to make himself smaller), he, most likely, did not fall into the category of the others in the room.

He shifted and you realized that you may have been staring at him for a bit too long. You turned your gaze back to the woman in front of you and then to the window. It was already getting dark outside, the New York City lights flashing along with the chorus of cars honking.

The grey haired woman finished her withdrawal and you stepped up to the machine. Now, the problem with not using cash is that you don’t really know what you’re doing. Sure, the ATM gives you instructions, but you took your time. By the time you finished, the couple had left and the tall man was reading the directions on his ATM. You had gotten used to his presence and was pretty sure that he wasn’t going to cause any trouble, but you sure as hell weren’t going to be left alone with a strange man.

You walked to the exit, but the moment before you touched the door, the lights went out and you heard the bank’s locks engage. Oh, shit. You pushed on the door, just in case, but it didn’t budge. Great. This was fan-fucking-tastic.

The man you were trapped with was silent, save for the soft muttering. Your eyes adjusted to the dim room and you saw the man leaning against a wall. You moved over to the opposite wall and busied yourself with fishing your phone out of your pocket. You kept glancing at the man. Should you say something? Neither of you knew how long you were going to be trapped in here. Would it make things more or less awkward if you spoke? Luckily you didn’t have to make that decision.

“I guess we’re stuck, huh?” the man said. He had taken off his hat and it took you a moment to place his face, but when the realization hit, you almost evaporated. You were stuck in a goddamned ATM room with Captain fucking America.

“Yep,” you replied after enough seconds to make it weird and nodded. “Stuck.” Why did you have to be so fucking awkward? You fiddled with your jewelry and looked around the room, anywhere except directly at the Avenger.

The sound of a phone ringing startled you and you hoped the Captain didn’t notice. He answered and in an attempt to not eavesdrop, you looked at a poster hanging on the wall next to you. Unfortunately, it was too dark to actually make out the words, but you kept staring at it.

“Yes, I’m okay. I’m just trapped in an ATM vestibule.”

Vestibule. Was that a word? If Captain America said so, then yes. You brought your attention back to your phone when it vibrated in your hand.

Thing 1: u good?

You: yes. just trapped at the bank

Thing 2: We got lots of candles lit. Might cast a funky little spell

A photo of your two roommates with a shit ton of candles followed.

“No, I’m not alone, there’s a girl here,” you heard Captain America say. It was hard to not eavesdrop. “No, Buck, I can’t just break out, it’s a bank. Yeah, okay, bye.”

You: im not alone tho. im stuck with captain america

Thing 2: oMG really?

Thing 1: pics plz

Thing 2: That’s so lucky.

Thing 1: get his #

Thing 2: We’ll cast a spell to help you get his number.

Thing 1: im calling u

You: oh no

“Hello?” you answered your phone ready for the onslaught of questions from your roommates.

“We need proof,” they yelled through the phone. “Talk to him! Get a pic!”

Even though you were on the other side of the vestibule and your volume was relatively low, the Captain glanced at you. Doesn’t he have enhanced hearing or something? Ah, fuck.

“I’m ignoring you now, bye,” you said into the phone before hanging up, completely shutting it off, and shoving it into your pocket.

“So do you want a photo?” He grinned.

“Oh, no, I don’t need a photo,” you chuckled and looked at your feet.

You absolute fucking idiot. Of course you need a photo. You would die for a photo. If Captain fucking America offers you a photo, you say yes, goddamn it. But, of course, you said no. You could always change your mind. If you came out of this without even a photo, no one would believe you.

“Actually, a photo would be wonder-awe-great. A photo would be great, please.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. Stop being so awkward. Please.

He walked over to your side of the room and you heard your rapid heartbeats in your ears. You hoped you looked okay. It’s not like you dressed up to withdraw some cash.

“Uh, sorry, I turned off my phone because, roomies, you know,” you explained and rubbed your palms on your jeans.

“That’s alright. I can always send them to you.”

You nodded and smiled for the photo, trying to not focus on his close proximity.

“Where am I sending the picture?” You gave him your number and began to fidget with your jewelry again. “You know,” he said with a smile. “One would think this was an elaborate way to get my number.”

“What? Oh, no, I-I’m not,” you stopped yourself with a sigh.

“Don’t worry about it,” the Captain laughed. “So,” he paused for your name and you quickly gave it to him. “What brought you here?”

“I needed some cash for something completely legal.”

“Cash is kinda going out of fashion, isn’t it?”

You shrugged and leaned against the wall. “I need to pay my grandmother back, hence the cash.”

Captain America was, what? Technically in his nineties? Older? He would still be used to cash right? But why did he have to come out here? Didn’t Tony Stark have plenty of resources at the Avengers Tower?

“Well, Tony’s birthday is coming up,” he explained when you asked. “And he’s actually quite good at figuring out what you got for him. We all have to be sneaky, some of us have even gotten decoy gifts.”

***

“My aim sucks,” you laugh at yourself and go to retrieve the hair tie that you had flicked at a poster.

“Well,” the Captain, or as he repeatedly told you to call him Steve, said, drawing out the word.

“It’s fine.”

“Here, let me show you.”

He moved behind you and put his arms around you to help you position the hair tie.

“See, if you place the band higher up, it flies off easier,” he whispered, his breath tickling your neck. “So we aim and we release.”

As the band flew off your finger, the lights flickered back on.

“Oh, well I guess we’re free to go,” you sighed. “I hope we see each other again.”

Steve opened the door, the crisp spring air washing over you. “I have your number anyway.”

He waved as he walked the other way. You got your phone out and turned it back on. The first thing you did was update your phone’s wallpaper to the picture with a giddy smile.

#ssb2021 #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #marvel #mcu

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worldwidemochiguy · 5 years ago

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OMG I had a thought, after Y/n asked to cuddle with (and said she missed him) MFEEU!Hobi in Retinence “, I can so imagine him going to work next day all giddy and happy, telling the other MFEEU!boys about it (with his cute little smile and dimples, OUR SUNSHINE ☀️), I’m sure they’d all be so amused 🥰😄☀️💜😇

ok this is so mf cute i had to do a drabble, it doesn’t exactly stick to the prompt so sorry for that, but like, don’t we all need wise and besotted tae in our lives?? yes i thought so

also @kpopgirlbtssvt im tagging you bc i hope you’ll like it 💕💕

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“GUYS!” Hoseok yelled as he entered the top floor of the office building, unable to contain his excitement. Five heads shot up to watch as the exuberant man practically skipped into his workplace.

“Hoseok, be quiet,” Yoongi, ever the morning person, groaned. An unperturbed Hoseok simply ruffled his hair affectionately as he breezed past his hyung’s cubicle.

“I haven’t seen you this excited in a while, Hobi,” Namjoon remarked, and Hoseok shot a dimpled grin at him.

“I’m guessing something happened with precious Miss Y/n?” Jimin wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and Hoseok nodded, accepting the subsequent cheers and slaps on the back with a heart full of pride.

“Did you kiss?” Jungkook asked eagerly, and Jin, who had abandoned his breakfast to join the discussion, interjected,

“Did you make out?”

Jimin gasped, “Did you… have sex?”

“Sometimes I wonder if any of you actually do your jobs.” Taehyung sighed, striding in from his office, tugging his giggling girlfriend along by their intertwined hands. A hickey proudly shone just above her obviously hastily buttoned collar. “What’re you all gossiping about?”

“Hoseok was just about to tell us about the new development in his relationship!” Jungkook informed them excitedly, and Taehyung’s brow flicked up.

“Oh, really? Congratulations, hyung. What happened?”

“We…” Hoseok started, practically vibrating in excitement. The rest of the men leaned in as his lips painstakingly shaped his next word, “…hugged!”

Five groans sounded at once.

“A hug? Are you six years old? Jesus-”

“Oh I thought it would be something actually big-”

“Right, well make sure to tell me when you advance to holding hands!”

“Hey, all of you, be quiet!” Tae’s girlfriend snapped suddenly, and the five complaining voices fell silent at once. Taehyung smirked proudly, squeezing her hand to prompt her to continue.

“This is a big step for Hoseok and his girlfriend. She wasn’t even talking to him before, and now she’s… voluntarily?” She darted a questioning glance to Hoseok, who confirmed it with a short nod, “-she’s voluntarily hugging him! That’s amazing progress! You should be happy for him!”

It was quiet for a few moments, before Taehyung started glaring at them, and they all jolted into action, slapping Hoseok on the back and congratulating him. Hoseok accepted it with a good natured grin. Honestly, nothing could have tainted his mood anyway. His baby girl had hugged him. He could die happy.

After the rest of the boys went back to their desks, only Taehyung remained.

“You know, it took six months for my baby to hug me. And once I finally felt her in my arms… it was like a puzzle piece slotting into place. It’ll be okay, Hoseok. You two are meant to be. Just have patience.”

“Thanks, Taehyung.” Hoseok grinned, “I know you’re younger than me, but sometimes it seems like you have it all figured out.”

“It’s all her influence.” Taehyung smiled fondly, turning his head to watch as his girlfriend tried to fix the paper cups in the water dispenser which were jammed in the tube. After a moment, she abandoned it, shuffling away, embarrassed, pretending she had never attempted to fix it in the first place.

“I love her so much it hurts.” Taehyung said, and Hoseok had never heard a man more content.

“I know how you feel.”

“Don’t worry, hyung.” Taehyung encouraged him gently, “It’ll all work out in the end, trust me.”

#yandere bts #yandere hoseok #yandere taehyung #yandere kpop #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts #bts taehyung x reader #yandere bangtan #bts jhope x reader #bts hoseok x reader #mfeeu

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having-a-hyperfixate · 3 years ago

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Week 3, Day 5

Safety cut, line breaks where the original posts ended.

I’m gonna be giddy about Neku for the next long while. I am so happy to see him. And also to have someone who has (basically) the whole story of what went down last time.

Update on where the fuck he’s been and on Shinjuku at the same time ok.

WELL that is super creepy. And empty city but the people left their thoughts behind. Thanks but no thanks.

When… he says… Reaper friend… He means Coco, doesn’t he. Huh. Ok.

Uzuki has given in to the teamwork yuuuusss. She was worried about Neku, wasn’t she? So tsundere jeez.

I do not like Shiba mentioning ‘guest appearances”. The ‘old flames’ comment is even more concerning. I’ve vibrating back and forth between wild euphoria and massive paranoia it is very disconcerting. If he means Shiki and she gets hurt I will lose my whole ass mind. In a bad way.

Uzuki: I’m gonna go throw up.

^ I love this new fuck the rules Uzuki. Yaaas girl. Also, same.

“Neku must be seriously strong” bro you have no idea. He survived a pact with the Composer, wiped the floor with the Conductor very nearly BY HIMSELF.

*gasp* If we’re going to Cat Street with Neku does that mean we will FINALLY be going to Wildkat???? PLEASE.

Oh god I have 6 buttons now. Rip my hands.

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1) Neku learned, at some point, to scan Soul directly. Which is awesome, terrifying, and helpful all at once.

2) Noise is pretending to be Ayano and I hate everything about this. Fuck. This is what ‘old flames’ means?? I didn’t know it was possible for me to hate Shiba more. I need to stop being surprised by that.

I’m going to enjoy ending him.

And if Neku is right, and there is someone behind him, they’re on the list too.

Okay Nagi recommending her favorite game to Shoka to make her feel better is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. And Shoka called her sis. Help. I have the feels.

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I love how much they’ve become an actual team. Like, they’re all doing their best to take care of each other. Nagi’s even stopped sniping at Fret. She’s very much holding them together right now, through these Noise copies. I’m looking forward to and dreading what will happen when we hit Kanon. I’m on Motoi now, so I assume she’s next.

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Okay Nagi’s speech post fight has hit me hard. Damn girl. I knew I liked you, but wow.

I have concluded that you are, in fact, human. Allow me to elaborate. Humanity is the difference between making an effort to understand those around oneself, versus viewing them merely as resources to be consumed. Humanity is the difference between trying to understand opinions and values divergent from one’s own, versus scoffing and dismissing them as meritless. Humanity is the difference between being fraught with fear when facing others, versus being blithely unconcerned with others altogether. And now, having discerned your humanity, I can safely infer that in this moment… you are suffering a great deal of pain.

and yes I did copy that out. I think this is Neo’s version of the ‘the world ends with you’ speech that Mr H gives during week 2 in the first game. This is the thing the game is trying to say. Also copying it out is the only reason I didn’t start crying again.

Onward to Cat Street.

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Beat is not happy to see Coco. This is very fair. (Her introduction thing is hilarious omg. The cut-ins with everyone’s faces XD)

Yes, PLEASE, EXPLAIN. Also, Beat, I think Neku gets to have a say in whether or not he’s mad about having been shot.

Coco do not call Beat a festering sack of garbage that is unacceptable. Everyone needs to chill.

Also, stuff is finally starting to make sense so that’s lovely.

Tsugumi probably REALLY needs help so that’s not lovely.

Neku you are maximum oblivious. How did you not notice Shoka’s hoodie. *turbo facepalm*

I’M SORRY HWAHT!? THE DOLL WHAT. HOW. THE FUCK. DID THAT HAPPEN. OKAY??? That’s actually…. kinda good news? We should be able to break Tsugumi loose then. Beat, tell Rhyme to call Shiki. She needs to haul ass.

We are now inside Tsugumi’s mind, inside Mr. Mew. This is wild.

She’s been stuck here, like this for like, three years now…? Fuck.

Oh jeez it’s a Plague Elephant. Why.

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*throws hands up in the air* AN EXPLANATION!! (I woke up my cat.) The Plague Noise going back and forth erodes the barrier until it breaks, and then the two planes do, in fact, annihilate like matter and anti-matter. Well.

What the fuck is Dissonance. I love the music metaphors in this series but plz do me an elaborate. The work of a higher power… means Composers or Angels. Or something else we’ve never heard of before. So… Someone ‘higher up’ in Shinjuku set it in motion there, and is probably the one supplying Shiba with the Noise.

And if Shoka is right about him changing, maybe that someone changed him.

#let's liveblog: neo twewy #w3d5 #neo twewy spoilers

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borathae · 5 years ago

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Omg just thought of a request! New Year’s Eve related!! How about y/n is on tour with the boys as like a singer or 8th member and her and one of the boys (vocal line? Heh) have been flirting and kissing NON STOP all tour and y/n gives up on him because she saw him talking to other girls and thinks she can’t compare and that he’s just conveniently using her for affection because she’s there. She runs away and the boys try to find her and The boy finally confessed to them at midnight 🥰

Pairing: Jimin x f.Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Idol!AU

Wordcount: 1.4k

a/n: Why did that make me lowkey sad? lmaooa my single ass can’t relate sad 🤧 anyways this is going to be my last story of 2019. Happy New Years everyone, I love you and see you next year (höhöhöhö) 😂💜

Only a few more seconds and the champagne glass would probably shatter in your hands. You are clasping it, basically choking it to death in your hands all whilst imagining it was the girl’s throat Jimin is currently talking to. Well, basically eye fucking her if you were being honest. He is leaned against the wall with one of his arms, a teasing smirk is on his lips as he lets his eyes travel over the girl’s body. She is telling him something, probably a story of her boring childhood. He laughs, throwing his head back. Or not so boring in Jimins eyes.

“Why do you look as miserable as sin?” Seokjin asks, having walked up to you just seconds ago.

“It’s nothing”, you grumble, staring down Jimin and the now giggling girl. What was she laughing about? Oh, your blood is boiling at this point.

“So it’s not Jimin currently hitting up that girl over there?”

You finally look away from Jimin to send Seokjin an annoyed stare instead.

“Why would that bother me?”

“Because you guys are basically dating at this point, duh?” Seokjin raises one of his eyebrows, signaling you if it wasn’t obvious enough.

You scoff, feeling annoyed.

“Not according to Jimin we aren’t”, you mumble and down the rest of the sparkling alcohol in one go. You grimace at the taste.

“Need another glass?” Jungkook suddenly asks with two filled-to-the-brim glasses of champagne.

You take the bigger one and gulp it down in one go. You point at the other glass. Jungkook looks at you, almost offended, moving it closer to his chest protectively.

“Give me that damn glass I need it more than you”, you growl.

“Why? I want to get wasted too. I waited ten minutes at the bar to get that”, he whines still not giving up the glass despite your hands pulling at it with all of your might.

“She and Jimin have some weird couple fight tonight, just hand her the champagne Jungkook. I will get you another one”, Seokjin explains, earning the most venomous look ever from you.

“We aren’t a couple for christ’s sake, stop calling us like that if we aren’t!” you have your voice raised.

The glass of champagne is already forgotten.

Seokjin and Jungkook exchange a quick look, both of them clearly taken aback by your sudden angry outburst.

“No need to snap at me like that”, Seokjin mumbles with furrowed brows.

“If you stop calling us a couple and giving me some sense of false hope I will.”

“Sense of false hope?” Jungkook asks.

“You wouldn’t understand”, you murmur almost too quiet to be understood in the loud music.

You try to escape from them, turning your back to them to disappear into the crowd of people, but they don’t let you, catching up with you when you are mere feet away from Jimin and the girl.

“Don’t run away from us ___. You need to tell us what is going one between you and Jimin!” Seokjin yells over the loud music.

You cringe, directly making eye contact with Jimin when Seokjin says the last part. Jimin had heard you, now staring at you and the others with big eyes. He looks baffled.

“No I don’t. There is nothing to talk about anyways”, you say loudly to make sure Jimin is able to hear ever single word of what you were saying.

He swallows, his jaw clenches in anger. For a moment the two of you are staring each other down, too angry at the other to make a move.

“Oh, awkwaaaard”, Seokjin whispers into Jungkook’s ear. The latter agrees with a nod of his head and gulps down his champagne in two goes.

“I’m going, this party is stupid”, you tell them and then you are gone from their side, walking to the exit without once breaking eye contact with Jimin.

He doesn’t even have a reason to stare so angrily at you, you aren’t the one basically hitting up everything that moves. No you were waiting for him the whole night, drinking just enough alcohol to keep your mind clean for anything Jimin wants to do to you but still enough to be giddy. And what did he do? Getting wasted in the first hour of that stupid new year’s party and then talking with every goddamn girl in the room. Every girl but you. And there you were actually thinking that your countless make-out sessions and late night cuddle dates during tour meant something.

The streets are busy with drunk people celebrating the end of the decade. The whole city is happy, colourful, filled with life and laughter. How else shall people start the “Roaring 20s 2.0” other than celebrating it until the sun greets a new day? Normally you would be one of them, greeting the new decade with open arms, but not anymore. You are miserable, wandering through a foreign city far from home, shivering from the cold and bleeding internally from having your heart broken.

“Just five more minutes until the new decade starts!” a man somewhere on the other side of the street screams. A roar of applause and cheer follows.

The air is vibrating around from the excitement of the other people. People are making-out already, pressing their bodies together and hugging each other close. You gag. Disgusting.

You just want to be at home, bundled up in three thick blankets and crying your sorrows away. Why do you have to develop feelings for Jimin? “Friends-with-benefits and nothing more”, that’s what he told you when the two of you started making-out a year ago. But of course your stupid heart has to fall for his lovable ass.

Someone grasps your wrists rather roughly all of a sudden, making you stumble backwards. Great and now some crazy fan has found you and is going to force themselves on you, you think as you get turned around on your heels. However there is no salivating, crazy stalker waiting for you, but rather your band mates looking at you with worry in their eyes.

Jimin’s eyes are filled with regret, his lips are pouting, his grip around your wrist loosens.

“Why did you run away like that? We need to start the new decade together”, he asks, cupping your cheek like he always does when he is worried for you.

“Oh, so now I’m good enough for you? When you have flirted yourself through every girl in that club, you come crawling back to me?”

The others take a step back, wanting to give the two of you your privacy.

“What? No it’s not like that”, Jimin defends himself.

“Really? What else is it then? Did none of the girls want to fuck you?”

“No princess, of course not.”

The nickname makes your skin crawl and your stomach sick. You wiggle out of his touch, slapping his hands away from your face.

“Don’t call me princess. It gives me some sort of false hope that there could be more between us then just sex when there is none.”

“Princess, baby, please listen to me”, Jimin begs, taking your hands into his once more. He is so soft and gentle with you right now, it nearly makes you want to forgive him already. You shouldn’t be so weak for a man, what happened to that strong confident woman you were?

“No I don’t want to anymore. I don’t want to start the new decade by hoping for some happy ending with you. Just go back to your girls and leave me alone”, you spit.

You free yourself of his grasp, turning your back to him and walk away. He doesn’t need to see you start crying over him like a little girl.

“But I don’t want to start the new decade with some random girl, I want to start it with you, the woman I’m madly in love with”, he yells.

You stop abruptly. This can’t be happening.

“I love you ___. I love you so goddamn much that I thought making you jealous by talking to other girls tonight would make you realise you love me just as much!”

His hands touch your shoulders, eliciting goosebumps where he touches you. You twist around.

“I wasn’t even able to imagine that maybe you were already feeling the same thing anyways. I’m so sorry”, his voice is laced with regret. His eyes glisten from tears, his lips tremble.

“Please let me start this new decade as your boyfriend”, he begs.

People around you cheer, cars honk and loud music rings through the street.

“Five! Four! Three!”

Two more seconds left in this decade. The people around you are screaming in excitement.

But you only have eyes for Jimin, feeling like time has stopped right this moment. Nothing was important anymore, nothing except the man in front of you.

“Two!”

Everyone is holding their breath.

“One! Happy New Year!”

You kiss him just as the clock hits midnight and the fireworks go off on the clear sky above your heads.

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i would love to see what lilith and sweet pea are like in a modern day setting??? like an established relationship and just to see what they would be like??!?!

a/n: omg someone wants to see lilipea in a different setting??? this is so kind!!!! i hope you like it! it’s kind of a fall-y piece! and it’s a college au!ps, sweet pea literally can’t get enough of lilith. that’s it. that’s the story.

Fall Semester

The door slams shut by way of a foot to the slab of wood.

Lilith rests the bags of groceries on the countertop, a sly smile at what is inside one of the bags in particular.

The television is still on, playing an episode of some law show, textbooks strewn across the coffee table. Lilith steps behind, looking over the back of the couch to see a sleeping Sweet Pea clumsily laid out on the furniture. She smiles and turns back to put away the cold items before making her way back to the living room.

She squats down on the ground beside him, gently touching his jaw with the pad of her thumb. A smile tugs at her lips as her thumb roams, finding his freckles and imperfections.

When she reaches the tip of her thumb to his lower lip, his mouth twitches in the threat of a grin, but he corrects it before it’s too noticeable.

“You’re not very sneaky, you know,” Lilith murmurs, ducking her head to the crook of his neck, kissing with an open mouth. She can tell he’s holding back a noise in the hollow of his throat, so she kisses there where his pulse pounds.

Sweet Pea reaches out to grasp her by the waist, dragging her onto the couch to lay atop him, “Don’t like you.”

“You can’t fool me,” she chuckles, tilting her body so she’s straddling his waist. “You’re absolutely, irrevocably, undeniably in love with me, you liar.”

His hands rest sinfully with his thumbs drifting just under her sweater, eyes half-lidded from sleep as he faux-glowers up at her. Lilith can’t hold in the giggle as she drops forward to plant a kiss on his lips.

The groan that emits from the back of his throat keeps her there longer, her hands cupping his cheeks as he pins her tighter.

“Oh, no you don’t,” she murmurs, still not separating from him. Her lips are still hovering a hairsbreadth away from his, “You swore to me that you’d do it and you won’t distract me with your kisses.”

Sweet Pea leans upward to nip her lower lip, pulling her back in for a while longer. He manages it for another few minutes, linking his pinkies in her jean loops and running the rest of his fingers along her hips underneath her sweater.

“You promised,” she mumbles, running her thumb along his collarbone.

He sighs, resigning himself away from her to lean back into the pillow and closing his eyes. Sweet Pea lifts one eyelid, “You’re not going to tell the other Serpents, are you?”

Lilith’s smile is so giddy that he could kiss it till her lips were raw. She practically stumbles off of him, rushing into the kitchen to rifle through the grocery bags. Sweet Pea rises from the couch, following her lazily.

“You already have a midterm?” she asks, pulling the medium sized pumpkins out of the bags. Lilith turns to look over her shoulder and back to the coffee table, “It looks like things are getting pretty hot and heavy in there.”

“I was trying to get it hot and heavy in there,” Sweet Pea scoffs, standing behind her with their bodies flush, hands running over her shoulders and arms. He rests his head on her shoulder despite her fidgeting, “Professor Lodge has it in for us this semester, I think.”

He places a few open-mouthed kisses down the column of her throat, nudging her hair out of the way. Lilith’s body instantly reacts to him, rolling back into his warmth. It’s difficult to keep her head from lolling back to rest against his chest.

“You’ll do well, I’m sure of it,” she encourages, drudging out the pumpkins and the carving tools. “I think I’m going to roast the seeds and everything, get our money’s worth.”

Sweet Pea noses the collar of her loose-fitting sweater off her shoulder so her collarbone is exposed. He smirks against her warm flesh before trailing kisses over the deeply tanned skin. Lilith brandishes the knife playfully, generically pointing it in his direction, “Don’t make me threaten you, Sweets. You’re the one who agreed to this, you’re going to follow through.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” he mutters against her earlobe, pressing one last kiss there before extracting himself from her.

Lilith smirks over her shoulder, barely glancing back at him before turning her attention back to the vegetable in question. She grabs a couple of items off of the counter and then passes by him in the kitchen to make her way outside onto the back porch. He watches as she makes herself at home, setting up the pumpkins and the tools and a small kit for carving pumpkins.

“Well?” she calls, eyes shining bright in the afternoon sun. “You coming, or what?”

Sweet Pea nears the back door, leaning against the frame, “Is or what still an acceptable answer?”

“Not if you want to sleep in the bed tonight,” Lilith fights a smile to look intimidating. She beckons him with the wave of the knife, and he steps out with his hands raised in surrender, eyes wide with fear.

Christmas Break

“You know, it’s kind of sad that none of us have family that’s worth visiting for the holidays,” Toni raises her glass of eggnog for a toast. Fangs shrugs, “Found family is sometimes better than blood.”

“Oh, don’t go soft on us now, Fogarty,” Sweet Pea nudges his friend with his boot. He rests his forearms against Lilith’s shoulders as she sits between his knees on the floor.

“Just means less to have to buy a bunch of useless gifts for,” Cheryl shrugs, tipping her glass of champagne to the back of her throat. “No mummy or daddy to waste my precious trust fund dollars on.”

Sweet Pea rolls his eyes and goes to speak, but Lilith pinches his ankle in anticipation for his remark, keeping him quiet with a frown on his lips.

Everyone passes around gifts, they play a few quick rounds of games, drink a little, and then everyone heads out to their respective houses. Fangs and Toni are the last to leave, their significant others’ eyes glazed with sleep so late at night, but neither willing to give up the conversation.

“TeeTee,” Cheryl groans, “if we don’t get home, I’m going to have horrid bags under my eyes for our photos tomorrow. I can’t have ugly bags under my eyes for Christmas photos!”

Toni rolls her eyes but rests her palm on Cheryl’s cheek nonetheless, promising her they’re on their way out. She gives Sweet Pea and Lilith one last hug before they all make their way out of the apartment and back to their cars.

“Now that they’re gone,” Sweet Pea murmurs, the taste of whiskey still on his lips as he turns and grabs her up by the waist. Lilith squeals, holding onto his shoulders for support as her legs wrap around him with ease, the familiarity of the position like muscle memory.

“Do you believe what Fangs said?” she asks him seriously, her eyes mellowing as she touches his cheek with her fingertips. “About found family?”

Sweet Pea tilts his head, grabbing her thighs for support as he walks her to the kitchen counter, depositing her there as gently as possible. His thumbs brush up under her bright purple sweater, tickling her hips.

“My parents left me, so I don’t have much of a choice.”

She pushes his hair away from his eyes, gingerly cupping his jaw, “You’re my family now. You know that, right?”

Sweet Pea’s never been great with words, and so instead he leans forward in a hurry and kisses her unabashedly. Their noses knock together, as do their teeth, but neither of them mind. Her hands rifle through his hair, pulling him by the nape so their bodies are flush.

His hands pull her at her back pockets, their hips pressed to one another with fervor. A quiet moan at the back of her throat brings him back to the present, pupils blown wide as he looks her in the eyes.

“You’re my family too,” he manages, voice only cracking once.

Lilith can’t handle the amount of emotion in his irises, and so she pulls him down for another smacking kiss, tongue pressed against teeth as her hands grip at him clumsily. She brings her hips up, beckoning him to pluck her from the countertop and take her elsewhere.

Christmas Morning

The next morning, Lilith wakes to the feel of Sweet Pea’s thumb brushing over her hip bone. She curves her back into him, their bodies flush with one another as she leeches from his heat.

“Merry Christmas,” he murmurs, lips against the shell of her ear. His tantalizing voice is gruff with sleep, vibrations from his throat against her neck as he kisses down her skin.

Lilith can’t help the toothy grin that splits her lips wide open, “Merry Christmas.”

Hot fingertips trail over her body, lifting up the hem of her shirt to dive underneath and continue their exploration. He can’t help it as his thumb brushes against the underside of her breast, teasing the flesh there for a moment before making a path to her belly button with his fingerprints.

“Babygirl,” he murmurs, nosing her neck.

Her eyelids flutter closed at the combination of his husky voice and the pet name. She tilts her head to rest on his shoulder, neck craned to give him better access.

“I love you.”

Lilith sobers as soon as the words leave his lips. It’s not like she didn’t know already, but hearing him say it is a whole other story. She swallows thickly and heat pools in her belly.

She turns, gnawing on her lower lip as she faces him. A palm caresses his cheek, thumbs lingering on the fullness of his lower lip. Lilith smiles and he watches her purple irises glitter in the morning sunlight.

“I love you too,” she responds, giggling when he bites the tip of her thumb playfully.

Sweet Pea can’t stand the sweet look in her eyes any longer, so he turns his chin just far enough to capture her lips in his own. He slots a knee between her thighs, brushing their hips together as he inches closer. Lilith gasps as his thigh slides closer, her knees clenching around him. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue behind her teeth, loving the way she eagerly sucks on his tongue to the point it sends a jolt down his spine.

“I-I,” she exhales quickly as he ducks his head to her neck, making quick work of her throat. Sweet Pea chuckles against her jugular, an open mouthed kiss pressed hotly to the flesh.

Lilith’s hands grip at his arms, his shoulders, his hips, anything she can grab ahold of. A thin t-shirt is the only barrier between her and his warm skin, and she considers shedding it, but knows that they have to get up soon so she can bring him his gift.

“S-Sweets,” Lilith manages to choke out his name, although it comes out as a moan, which only stirs him on further. He sucks a patch of skin between his teeth, lavishing the area with his warm tongue as his hands knead against the flesh of her backside.

“Love the way you say my name,” he murmurs when he’s finished, the pulsing spot a dark red in contrast to her brown skin. He kisses his way to the collar of her shirt, his nose nudging the offensive fabric away so he can kiss to the valley of her breasts. “Love your body, love your heart.”

Sweet Pea presses a kiss over her breast where her heart lies underneath. Her breath hitches and she digs her nails into his shoulder blades.

“I-I have something for you,” she gasps, forcing her eyes to open so she can look him in the eyes.

Oh, what a mistake that was.

Sweet Pea’s eyes are shaded by half-open lids, but the iris that she can see is a deep, chocolate brown, studded with black pupils. His cheeks are flushed and his lips are swollen, his body still rustled from sleep.

“We don’t have to open gifts yet, baby,” he tells her, reaching up to push away a stray lock of hair. Sweets smiles, “I was having fun.”

Lilith manages a smirk, rolling them over so she’s straddling his waist, her hands dangerously close to his throat as they rest on his collarbones. She tickles the precipice where his shoulder meets his throat with the tips of her thumbs, threatening him with a good time.

“Your present will be here at ten, darling,” Lilith coos, brushing her thumb over his jugular. She does not miss the way Sweet Pea’s throat bobs, his Adam’s apple raking against his skin at the action.

The words sink in and the arousal slowly slips from his expression to be exchanged for confusion, “B-Be here?”

Lilith leans down to press a quick peck to his lips before rolling away and traipsing towards the bathroom. She turns on the shower, “Yep! And it’s already after nine, so you’d better get ready.”

Her back is to him, but she feels the warmth of his palms skate up her hips, “Oh, as if you could get away from me that easy.”

Their shower lasts longer than normal, but they’re clothed and fed by the time the knock comes on the door.

Lilith forces Sweet Pea to sit at the base of the Christmas tree, eyes closed via blindfold. She giggles as she takes the present from her neighbor, thanking the older woman for watching over it for her.

Sweet Pea hears some mumbling, his ears perking up at the sound of nails against the countertop.

“Bab-oh!” Sweet Pea reels backward as something comes bounding in his lap. He peels the blindfold off of one eye to see a black German shepherd puppy slobbering all over his legs.

She’s staring at him in waiting, watching as he scratches the dog behind the ears, marveling at his excited tail wagging.

“Wow, I-wow,” Sweet Pea looks up at her, his hands preoccupied with the puppy, but she knows that he’d be touching her if he had the chance. “You’re amazing. I can’t believe-”

“You’ve only been talking about our future dog for like, two years,” Lilith shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant. She bites her lip, “I figured now was as good of a time as any to finally follow through.”

“Cerberus,” Sweet Pea says quietly, tasting the name on his tongue. He chuckles, “Yeah, you look like a Cerberus to me.”

Spring Semester

You’re beautiful, he thinks, chewing on his lip as she lies down in the grass. Absolutely radiant, just like spring.

Lilith looks up, catching him staring, and a gentle smirk tugs on her lips, “Are you staring at me again, Sweets?”

“You are my girlfriend,” he tilts his head, nudging her thigh with the toe of his boot, “I think I’m allowed to stare. Encouraged, probably.”

She laughs and he thinks it’s worth the corniness of his prior statement just to hear that little bell in her throat jingle. He turns back to his book, trying to absorb as much as he can before his final this evening.

A gentle melody hums past Lilith’s lips, and it’s soothing to his irritated soul. She is weaving together some wildflowers in the form of a crown, pinks and yellows and reds all together, looking like a thing of beauty. He’s sure it’s just because her hands have touched it.

It’s as if she comes alive in Spring.

Every year, without fail, she is a sickly thing in the winter time, making for the start of the Spring semester to be quite horrible for both Sweet Pea and her grades. However, as soon as the sun melts the snow, she’s a new person, a fresh being, ready to conquer whatever life may throw at her.

Her cheeks glow pink and her eyes are a glittering amethyst. The tan of her skin is darker, her lips full and her body more confident as she sways around campus.

“I love you,” he interrupts her singing.

Lilith smiles at him, the crown twirling around in her fingers, “And I, you, darling.”

Summer Semester

Summer means planning for the fall. Summer means a small break before another semester slams itself into them like a freight car. Summer means warmth and water and sunshine. Summer means happiness.

Lilith curls into his body, the warmth filtering in from the blinds making her body blissfully happy. She covers him like a blanket, unwilling to move until he pushes her away. His lips find every patch of skin possible, lazy kisses drawn out over her shoulders and chest and neck. Cerberus snores lightly at the foot of the bed.

“Do you ever think about the after?” she asks him, traipsing her fingernails over his biceps, tracing the muscle there repeatedly.

Sweet Pea nips at her collarbone gently before answering, “After graduation?”

“Yes and no,” Lilith answers cryptically, typical for her. She releases a sigh at the feel of his mouth traveling along the expanse of her throat, his hands hitching her shirt up to travel the expanse of her back.

“Honestly?” Sweet Pea murmurs, his voice vulnerable.

Lilith leans back, the heat of his mouth leaving her as she does so. She looks him in the eyes, watching as his irises skirt over her face in a frenzy. In an attempt to calm him, she presses a palm to his cheek, anchoring him to reality.

He lets himself drift into her touch, eyelids threatening to shutter closed as he follows the path of her hand. Sweet Pea faces her when he answers, eyes gentle as he gazes up at her, “I just see me and you. That’s my after.”

The implications of his words settle on her heart, making the little organ beat erratically. She curves her palms around either of his cheeks and pulls him into a kiss.

Cerberus stirs at the sudden movement, a whine peeling from his jaws as he stretches himself awake.

“You’re my after too,” Lilith murmurs, barely pulling away from him. “I was made to fall in love with you.”

And who knows when they finally break away from one another, kisses and loving forgotten?

It’s after something. Or anything. Perhaps it’s just after.

A/N: SWEET PEA JUST LOVES HIS LADY ALL RIGHT. fight me.

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