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[kurishiri]

02 . . . happy birthday, alfons! ˗ˏˋ🪞´ˎ˗

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— cw: none; alfons is actually pretty soft in this chapter!

In my own way, I thought that it was a plan for a wonderful birthday.

However, such plans would soon be riddled with trouble...

Kate: Wh—!? They’re closed...?

When we arrived at the restaurant I had reserved for lunch, there was a sign that said ‘CLOSE.’

Alfons: ‘The restaurant’s owner contracted a sudden illness,’ so they say here, I see. Well, such cases do arise once in a while.

A: How about we visit another restaurant then? Is there anything in particular you’re craving now?

Kate: In that case, we should eat what you want. You’re the birthday boy, after all!

Alfons: Well then... how does the restaurant over there sound?

The restaurant we entered was empty, and the food was immediately brought out after we put in our orders, but...

(...It doesn’t taste that good.)

(No, rather, I would say the flavor is unsavory...)

Alfons: Pfft... hehe... ahha!

A: Just from your expression... I can read your thoughts like a book right now.

A: Hapless though it may be, it would appear this restaurant’s cuisine doesn’t suit your palate?

Kate: ...Do you like this, Alfons?

Alfons: Positively god-awful, I’d say.

Kate: I feel like I should have seen this coming with how there’s not a single person here, even during the lunch hour.

Alfons: The food is thoroughly cooked, and there doesn’t appear to be any suspicious ingredients in it either, and yet...

A: I can’t help but wonder where this profoundly mysterious flavor has snuck in.

While saying this, Alfons slipped off his gloves, and touched the nape of my neck.

Alfons: The food before your eyes is a delicious cuisine from a renowned restaurant.

(Ah... he used his ability on me.)

Albeit nervously, I once again brought the food to my lips.

Kate: Oh, it is delicious...! Thank you so much, Alfons.

Alfons: It was a little more than child’s play to me, so think not much of it. Come now, let’s eat the rest.

Kate: What about you, though, Alfons? I mean, the food’s flavor...

Alfons: The food at the castle is a plethora of things you’d find in five-star restaurants, so I must admit I’m rather taken by this unique change of pace.

Kate: Is that so...

(This birthday celebration isn’t off to a great start, it seems.)

(But, there is still a whole day ahead of us! The next thing will surely be a blast!)

After lunch, we visited an auction venue.

Alfons: Is there an item you wish to bid for, perchance?

Kate: Actually, the auction isn’t being held today, so there’s a magic show in its place.

Alfons: I see... I’m most eager to see it. An actual successful magic show, unlike the ones we are subjected to see back at the castle.

Kate: Hehe, yeah!

K: ...Ah, the host has come up. It looks like it’s going to start soon.

Host: Uhm, to all gathered here today, we deeply apologize for the inconvenience caused with this sudden notice...

Host: ...but the magician we have invited has caught a sudden illness, and as such, we will be holding a special art auction today.

Kate: Ehh...

Alfons: No matter where we go, it seems the aforementioned ‘sudden illness’ follows suit.

Kate: Yes, I wonder if the cold has been going around recently...

(What should we do? Let’s see, what are places Alfons might enjoy... umm...)

Alfons: ...Since we are here already, how about we go and check out some of the art pieces?

Kate: I don’t mind that, but...

K: I’m sure you’re long used to seeing pieces like this, so would it not be boring?

Since Lord Elbert collects beautiful things,

I’m sure Alfons, too, has laid his eyes on many beautiful things as well, from being by his side.

(So to just be looking at these art pieces the auction has now, it probably wouldn’t be very interesting...)

Alfons: Would it not be a most thrilling experience to watch the audience compete with each other with bloodshot eyes from the outside?

A: And even if that does become boring, I have you to play with.

Kate: ...Alright then. Let’s look at the art pieces.

(Alfons is the one who should be getting his birthday celebrated, and yet it seems he’s always extending his consideration to me today.)

Finally, the sun started to set, inviting the night to come.

(To think everything we’ve done has failed... oh, but there are still two things left to celebrate.)

(Even if it’s just these two things, I definitely can’t let them fail...!)

After we returned to the castle and ate dinner, we went to Alfons’ room.

Kate: Alfons, here is the next present!

I gave the box I prepared to Alfons.

Alfons: Is it alright to open it?

Kate: Go ahead! It is food, so just put it on the table before opening it, so it doesn’t drop.

Though a bit corny, inside was a birthday cake.

(It’s a birthday cake with a cat drawn on it... I hope he’s happy.)

I watched him as Alfons took the cake out from the box.

Alfons: This...!

Kate: How is it?

Alfons: ...Kate. May I ask exactly when we got married?

Kate: Eh...?

Alfons showed the cake my way.

There, written on the cake, was neither a cat nor a happy birthday message, but rather...

Kate: ‘Congratulations on your 50 year wedding anniversary’...!?

The cake had words of congratulations to a wedding, with an illustration of an elderly couple I didn’t recognize drawn on it.

Alfons: It would seem the bakery has mixed our cake up with some elderly couple’s cake?

Kate: No way... I’ll need to contact the shop right away...!

Alfons: It would come as a surprise if the shop was still open at this hour though, I would imagine?

A: However, I doubt the cake will be good by the time morning rolls around, so let’s just eat what we have here.

—— Time skip ——

Alfons: I do find it quite unfortunate that I couldn’t eat that treasured cake you had chosen for me...

A: ...but this cake here tasted delicious, too.

Kate: Right...

Alfons: So, Kate? Care to bring out the final present?

Kate: About... that... the cake is the final present. I’m really sorry that everything has been a mess up to the end...

Alfons: Oh, don’t deceive me now. The cake wasn’t supposed to be the last present, yes?

Kate: It’s just that today nothing has been going as planned... so I’m scared that something about the last thing would also go wrong...

Alfons: ...Why, you can blame every happening today on mischance.

A: Not a single thing that happened was your fault.

A: Besides, so what if everything didn’t go as you hoped? It’s the sentiment of wanting to celebrate that matters, no?

Kate: That’s true, but still... I wanted you to have a fun birthday, Alfons.

K: A birthday so fun, it will remain in your memory forever. That kind of birthday.

If it was a birthday fun enough to carve a place in Alfons’ memory, then surely, it would do the same for me.

I wanted us to carve that memory into each other, so that we would never forget this day for eternity.

(But, with all these blunders on his birthday, how could it ever remain in his memory...)

Alfons: A birthday that will remain in my memory... you said?

A: ...If that’s the case, it would be remiss of me not to think today has been going swimmingly as you hoped.

Kate: Eh...?

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[anonzentimes]

Important!!!!!

hello enjoyers of this blog!! I believe I'm ready to drop the anonymous thing where I don't state who I am or link any socials!

this blog has worked unbelievably well for allowing me to become less embarrassed and help in the process of being myself more. Basically, I accomplished my entire goal of this blog to be more rambly and myself!

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[exorcist-timpani]

Hello, my name is Timpani.

My record is 137.

I'm not here to impress with my numbers.

Commander Lute seems to think I'm an underachiever, but I don't like the spotlight.

I'm adept with twin hooks and the whip chain... uhm Anyway, you probably don't want to hear about that.

Off duty stuff...uhm let's see

I enjoy video games, I like to make lattes, I draw, I uhm...well I'm not particularly social so...I don't have much to say.

Well...have a good day.

[6'

She/They

Trans

Demisexual/Demiromantic

Very quiet at first but loves to spout stuff about her special interests. She doesn't agree with the exterminations, and often seeks out only the most evil souls. She avoids children and weaker sinners. While she typically comes in around 125 kills, her targets are challenges. She took up the twin hooks as her weapon because of the versatility, her chosen backup weapon is a whip chain she keeps wrapped around her upper thigh. She doesn't tend to get involved in a lot of the messes the other Exorcists do, but when she does she goes 0-100 really quick.]

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Okay I literally just saw this and I??? Thank you so much??? For apparently 101 followers asdhj

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[heezoneie]

Hi, can I request a SKZ and Enhypen legal line reaction to you doing WAP or twerking out of nowhere?

i though this one was fun to write 😆, thank you for the request! <3

group: enhypen & stray kids

member: enhypen legal line & all of stray kids

genre: crack(?), fluff, possibly suggestive at times

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Enhypen Legal Line

Heeseung:

• you guys had been just chilling on the couch at the dorms, the other boys no where to be found.

• your head rested on heeseung’s lap as he scrolled through his phone. “hee, i’m bored” he looked down at your face upon hearing your statement.

• “well there’s not much we can do right now, maybe when the boys get back.” he stated playing with your hair.

• growing impatient, a mischievous idea popped in your head. sitting up from his lap, you go to set your phone on the tv stand directly in font of the couch.

• you were about to do a challenge that has been going around tiktok for quite a while. you were not one to do tiktok challenges very often, so this would come as a surprise for heeseung.

• seeing you stand up got heeseung curious. he watched your every move as you setup your video.

• when the familiar “WAP” began to play through your phone speakers, heeseung’s eyes widened.

• as soon as you started actually doing the dance, he would be so flustered. face beet red, but bby would not be able to take his eyes off you.

• he thought you did such a good job, even if the dance was a bit “pRoVOcAtIve” so after you finished the dance and walked over you him, he immediately buried his head in your neck.

• “that was so good baby, but try a less inappropriate dance next time? okay?”

Jay:

• you and jay were in the practice room at the company because he decided to stay back to get some extra work in.

• he asked you to come keep him company, since he didn’t want to be alone. ofc you showed up, bc who wouldn’t want to watch their boyfriend dance.

• after a while of practicing, you and jay decided to just listen to music over the speakers, until a rather seductive song came on.

• feeling bold, you decided to dance a little to it. swaying your hips side to side, twerking, anything to match the mood of the song.

• jay’s eyes darkened at the sight of you dancing like that. he didn’t know you could possibly be any sexier.

• jay watched the way your hips moved, your face, your legs. he made sure to take in every little move you were doing.

• after the song ended, he came up behind you and grabbed your hips. he pushed you against the wall and turned you to face him.

• “my pretty baby. that was rather bold to dance like that when anybody could walk in and see you.” he leaned in to your ear, “i think you should dance for me like that back home....but with less clothing.”

Jake:

• jake had just got finished with a long day of practice, and wanted nothing more than to come home to his amazing s/o.

• you however, had been lounging around the house all day. you were scrolling through your phone, when you decided you would past the time by making some tiktoks.

• you had been midway through doing the “WAP” challenge, when your boyfriend (with amazing timing) walked in.

• jake kinda just stood there flustered, not knowing what to do. he really said some “🧍‍♂️”

•getting up from the ground, you grabbed your phone and rewatched the tiktok. seeing jake’s reacting made you laugh.

• you turned around to him, where he still stood just staring at you. (bby malfunctioned)

• “jake? you good?” blinking a couple times, he finally snapped out of his daze, “OH, uh yeah i just- uhm. you were good, i just didn’t know you could dance like that.”

• smiling you went to give him a hug, “i could dance like that more if you want 😉”

•this boy d r a g g e d you back to your room with the biggest smirk on his face.

Sunghoon:

• okay, so this boy is a little 🤏 a w k w a r d

• when you stated twerking in the middle of the kitchen he didn’t know what to do

• it’s not that he didn’t like it, cause he most definitely did (possibly got a little turned on)

• it’s just he didn’t know what to do or what to say, so he kinda just...walked out?

• you followed him into the living room where he just sat on the couch thinking about what to say.

• “ you okay hoon?” he looked up from the couch, “ i need a second to process what happened.”

• after a couple of minutes of silence he grabbed you and pulled you onto his lap, with each of your legs on either side of him.

• “how about you do it again, but this time i want to feel you.”

Stray Kids

Chan:

• you guys were in his studio, while he was working you decided to tease him a little bit ;)

• you got off the couch and slowly walked up behind his chair. you proceeded you slowly turn his chair around to face you.

• you stared to dance/twerk very sensually in front of him. his eyes said “👀”

• he thought you looked so good, like his baby dancing for him? pure bliss.

• he watched you so closely, just admiring the way you moved your body. you put him a whole trance.

• bby chan did not know how to control himself after seeing you dance like that.

• he took of his headphones, and took you to the couch, let’s just say your teasing worked very well ;)

Minho:

• this was actually a dare you had gotten from felix. being the tiktok king he is, he dared you to do the WAP in front of minho.

• you obviously couldn’t turn down a dare, so you agreed. felix helped you plan how to make it seem less forward.

• you were gonna go into the practice room while minho was in there, and ask him if he wanted to do some tiktoks with you (you knew he was gonna say no, cause he was most likely going to be tired)

• minho enjoyed watching you do tiktoks, bc he thought you were the cutest little thing, even if he would never say it.

• he thought you were gonna do some innocent dance like the renegade or another challenge.

• when he saw you start getting on the floor and twerking his mind went completely blank.

• that was until he remembered you were filming. he immediately ran to turn off the camera.

• “that’s only for me to see baby, but could you send that video to me? for research purposes😇”

Changbin:

• changbin had called you to come hang out with him at the dorms, cause why not?

• when you got to dorms you noticed none of the other boys besides changbin himself were there.

• “where are the other boys binnie?” you asked while going to give him a hug. “i think they are all at the company, they still had some work to do.”

• after releasing from the hug, the both of you went to cuddle in bed. curling up into changbins side, you got an idea.

• “hey binnie?” he looked at you, “do you want to see a dance i learned?” surprised, he quickly nodded his head and sat up against the headboard.

• you got off the bed and began to slowly walk up to changbins side of the bed. he looked you up and down while licking his lips.

• you began to dance a special dance you made just for him. he closely watched the way you moved against the floor, and eventually the way you moved against him.

• once you finished he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer, “your lucky we are the only ones home.”

Hyunjin:

• we all know this man would be so vv shocked when you started slowly twerking on him the middle of the dance room.

• ofc he loved it, but he was so surprised he pushed you off 😔

• you kinda just stood there embarrassed, like you took a bold move and failed (r.i.p y/n)

• but he eventually he pulled back by the hips, and started to move against you as well.

• he guided your hips against his, and you both were lowkey just grinding against each other in the private dance room.

• mans got super turned on, and immediately took you home where you both could have some more fun ;)

Jisung:

• bby would hype you up, he’s your personal hype man for sure.

• as soon as you started dancing for him he would be cheering you on, dancing with you, you name it.

• he would be so excited bc he just lives to match your vibe :(((

• would 100% video tape you so he can watch it later when he’s feeling sad.

• would definitely admire the way you move, and be so shocked, like he never knew his bub could dance like this???

• he would ask you to teach him the dance, and probably end up having a dance party with you.

Felix:

• this babe would join you, as soon he saw you setting up the phone. he jumped from his place on the couch.

• “Oooooo, what tiktok are we doing???” he would be so eager to make every tiktok with you, cause he love bonding with you :((

• when y’all started doing the “WAP” he got excited cause he knew the dance already. he was also excited to see you dance to it.

• probably had small naughty thoughts going through his mind while watching you, but for the most part he was happy seeing you enjoy yourself.

• when it came down to actually filming the tiktok, yall would be goofing off so much to the point you had to film it multiple times.

• just saying, the final product? y’all slayed.

Seungmin:

• okay, so i feel seungmin would act like he didn’t care, but hear me out.

• he would definitely be eyeing you the whole time your dancing, and be lowkey jamming in the background.

• but the second you look at him he’s this “😐”

• he doesn’t want you to know how much he’s actually enjoying watching you move your hips in that way.

• he would probably act annoyed, and tell you to hurry up, but would 100% love watching to dance.

• definitely sent himself the video of you dancing when you weren’t looking :)

Jeongin:

• he would, with no doubt, act disgusted. is he actually? no way.

• would absolutely NEVER let you know he really enjoyed watching you dance in a sexy form.

• would probably get embarrassed, and tell you to stop (he doesn’t actually want you to tho, he just doesn’t want anyone else to see you dancing so seductively)

• lowkey possessive, but in a cute pouty way, which is why he used the being disgusted as and excuse to get you to stop.

• would probably end up still getting turned on, and his face would turn so so red when you figured out the effect you were having on him.

[oftenderweapons]

heyhey! if possible, i’d like to place my order for a strawberry smoothie + spinach & artichoke dip + clam chowder + bbq sandwich. thank youuuu 💕💕

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Wordcount: 3.3k

Genre: smut. Final fluff. But mostly smut. Pining. Drabble for Bangtan Bistro

Rating: 18+

Tonight we’re serving

- Strawberry Smootie: Kim Taehyung

- Spinach and Artichoke dip: Smut

- Clam Chowder: “What do you mean my meal has already been paid for?” (It’s been rephrased for stylistic purposes)

- BBQ sandwich: Celebrity in Disguise (you need to squint but I swear it’s there just read till the end LOL disguise might have been taken a bit too literally)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: okay, mild alcohol consumption (wine, brandied cherries), swearing, dirty talking, heavy flirting, making out, oral sex (sixty-nine, face fucking male receiving), brief masturbation (male and female receiving), briefest mention of rimming female receiving (just a quick lick *wink wonk*), quite rough sex, manhandling, one degrading comment, impregnation kink and breeding kink, lactation kink (I guess), mild bondage (knees), outright ramming, cumeating and creampie. Final soft, sweet surprise I don’t wanna spoil, I promise it’s a good thing.

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Feeling the scorching hotness against your spine was exciting. His eyes were there, planted against the see-through back of your blouse and you could feel them like molten metal dripping down your skin.

He was following the line of pearl buttons tracing your spine, holding close the sheer peacock blue gossamer.

Taehyung licked his lips subconsciously, his mind already wild with pictures of his fingers snapping every button open, one by one.

“Sir, may I ask your order?” A waiter interrupted his musings.

The young man startled. “Steak. Rare. And… Uhm, you do have a Nobile di Montepulciano 2018, right? Just a glass. One for the lady at the bar too. Roasted vegetables with the steak.” He closed the menu and placed it on the table. He loosened his tie discreetly.

The waiter checked the wine chart and confirmed the order. “The steak right away? No appetisers?” He asked.

Taehyung followed you as a polished waitress accompanied you to a table across the room, the iridescent fabric of your top shimmering in a holographic effect under the soft light of the chandeliers.

“No appetisers,” he confirmed, his eyes never leaving you. “About that glass of merlot for the lady. She has moved over there,” he curtly indicated the direction with a nod of his chin. Looking at the waiter he searched the backpocket of his slacks. “Now,” He extracted his wallet, looking for a note and laying a 50,000 won piece on the table. “I know this might come off as rude but I’m asking for more than food, so…” Taehyung let the sentence fall eloquently. “Tell me something about her. Name, phone number, shoe size, I don’t care as long as I get to see her again.”

The waiter’s eyebrows shot up. “Of course, sir. She usually comes here with her friends, but tonight apparently she is by herself. They usually come on Thursday night.”

Thursday, of course.

Taehyung smiled. “Thank you. But I need a bit more than that.”

“I’ll come back with more, I promise.” The waiter bowed politely and left. Shortly after, Taehyung noticed the waiter walking to your table bottle in hand, gesturing to the other table as he talked to you discreetly. From the distance he could recognise a small smirk aimed in his direction, before you turned to the waiter, batting your lashes as you nodded.

He noticed a set of earrings glimmering like twin stars at your earlobes, while a fine thread of diamonds adorned your neck, matching the other pair of jewels.

The waiter poured your wine and leaned towards you, the epitome of politeness as he explained the situation very elegantly.

You were slightly surprised but didn’t let his words sway you too much. Keeping a sphinx-like composure you said something Taehyung couldn’t decipher from the distance, the waiter walking in his direction straight away.

“The lady said she is waiting for you to drink, sir.”

Glass half full, Taehyung lifted it in your direction, waiting for you to mirror the gesture. He cocked an eyebrow as you did, tipping the rim in your direction before bringing it to his lips and taking a small sip, observing your red lips lay on the glass while your neck stretched.

Watching your throat move as you swallowed was a vision too erotic for him to handle, and he politely fixed his stance, trying to alleviate his need.

Just as his steak was delivered, he was struck by surprise as the same dish was served at your table.

If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought it a shame that you and him were sitting alone, ten metres apart at two different tables.

A part of him was pleased to realise that you had specifically asked his exact same order; however, his ego was drastically redimensioned once you started eating. You were a tease, licking your lips as the juices from the meat glistened on the deep scarlet colour of your lip tint. He felt embarrassed at the amount of details he could see now thanks to arousal, feeling like a predator as he studied your hands gripping the cutlery, your mouth opening wide for a bite too big, and the wine. He loved watching you drink. He loved watching the diamonds twinkle as your throat moved.

He was almost sad the moment he noticed you had both finished the food.

“Please, put the lady’s bill on me,” the waiter nodded as he took the empty dishes away.

“She wanted me to tell you her shoe size is seven and a half and that she doesn’t want anything less than six inches.”

Taehyung snickered and looked at the table cloth as he felt his cheeks blush. “I know I’m asking a lot of you, but would you tell the lady that I’m interested in another kind of number?”

“About that, she mentioned 100-85-120. I believe you can understand perfectly.” The waiter commented. “May I bring the dessert chart? Or would you perhaps be interested in today’s special?”

Taehyung nodded to himself. “What about your divine flaming cherry bites?”

The waiter bowed his head in acknowledgement. “For the lady too?”

Taehyung smiled. “Yes.”

The older man was glad to assist the young customer, not at all because of the tip — he would have considered it rude from anyone else, however the warm smiles and the way he used honorifics and register had the man trusting the wealthy, polished kid. He almost felt fatherly sympathy for the smooth charmer sitting at the table: he looked at the woman with nothing but adoration and devotion. There were at least twenty women in the room, some of which had way more skin on show, and way sultrier looks; still, he only had eyes for you.

Once dessert was delivered at both your tables, the flirting resumed, your instincts awakening dangerously as he made a fine work of licking his fingertips, stained with the chocolate sauce covering the brandied cherries elegantly placed on a small pastry basket.

It was your turn to catch fire as you stared at his deep, dark eyes, his unwavering glance, and the beautiful shape of his mouth, his brown, wavy locks pushed back elegantly. He looked like the devil.

And you had every intention of burning in his flames.

As you asked for the bill, the waiter shook his head politely. “The gentleman at the table over there has already taken care of it, miss.”

Your eyebrows shot up before you smirked. “Then I think I should stop by and thank him.”

“He’ll be more than glad, miss.”

“Thank you for your help. I hope your shift will proceed smoothly, mr Lim.” You rose to your feet.

“It is always a pleasure having you here. Greet your friends on my behalf.”

You chuckled gently. The kind, warm man had seen you and your mates come across the foyer so many times, for dinner or for drinks. He always exchanged greetings and was always happy whenever you asked him about his family and the business. “Will do. Goodnight then.”

“Goodnight, miss.”

You took slow steps in the man’s direction, stopping beside him. “I believe I owe you a thank you.”

“No need to thank me.” He said, looking up at you.

“What if I wanted to thank you.” You replied slowly and quietly.

“How?”

“An empty hotel room can be very lonely.” You said, looking at your feet and toying with a keycard in your hands. “I’ve booked a room to celebrate my birthday and let me tell you everything has been so dull so far.” You pouted a little before shrugging casually. “Maybe we could turn the night a little brighter.”

“I am a gentleman, I don’t really like visiting ladies in their private rooms.” He looked away theatrically. “However, how would I disappoint such a refined woman? And leave you all alone on your birthday. I believe that would be unforgivable.”

“Indeed.” You confirmed.

As he stood up, he placed an arm around your waist. “Sorry, I tend to be an old school romantic. Stop me if you feel uncomfortable.”

“I love a bit of romance.” You smiled at him, batting your lashes seducingly. “What brings you here for a lonely dinner?”

“Business.” He replied curtly.

You snickered. “Of course.”

“Floor?” He asked once in the lift.

“Thirty-fourth,” you replied, fixing your skirt.

“Pretty high up,” he commented, pressing the button.

You resisted ten floors before staring at his lips. By floor fourteen his mouth landed on yours, sucking your lower lip, enjoying the plumpness of it before he opened wide, his tongue sliding out and entering your mouth, tickling your palate before swirling round your appendage.

His palm caressed your side, reaching your asscheek and squeezing it, his throat emitting a low hum.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold on anymore,” he apologised as he parted from you once the doors dinged and opened.

You fixed your hair, his hand gesturing for you to lead the way — an excellent excuse to stare at your behind as you walked in front of him.

Once you reached the door, he kissed your nape while you slipped the keycard into the lock. His hands were already fumbling with the tiny buttons before the door would even buzz open.

“You can call me Nymph.” You said, as his hands proceeded working the small buttons.

“Of course. I'm Sir to you.” He stated sternly.

You smiled and shook your head. “Of course.”

You turned around and took off your shirt. “Get yourself naked.” You said distractedly.

He clenched his jaw at your command but obeyed nonetheless. “Nothing less than six inches?” He commented as you slipped off your heels, his glance following the red soles of your stilettos.

With a hand to his chest you pushed him with his back to the wall and teasingly dragged your palm all the way to his belt, lingering there a while before moving further down. “I’m sure you can deliver.”

“In kind.” He smirked, his eyes rolling shut as your fingers teased him over his slacks.

“Naked, now, sir.” You ordered.

“A hungry Nymph we have here.” He commented, undoing his necktie and throwing it on the bed. Next, he only undid the buttons necessary to get his shirt off. His undershirt was gone in seconds, just as your blouse and skirt disappeared, your body clad in a burnt pink silk slip.

Taehyung licked his lips and undid his belt, kicking his slippers close to the door before getting rid of his trousers lightning fast.

“Shall I get on the bed?” You asked, taking a few steps back.

“Oh no. Stay right there, Nymph.” He ordered, standing in nothing but his underwear before placing his hands around your waist and pulling you closer, kissing your neck, your chest, your hardened nipples hidden underneath the smooth silk. He began walking you backwards to the bed.

“Climb,” he purred once the back of your calves touched the mattress, making you turn to face the bed, your body kneeling on the comforter before he pushed your front down, getting you on all fours. He flipped your slip up, exposing your skimpy panties. “I’m gonna rip these.” he growled before biting your ass.

“Don’t. Just take them off.” You replied, turning around to look at him with imploring eyes. You didn't want to ruin the set.

He followed your request, immediately dipping his nose in your wetness once he managed to unstick the fabric from your folds. Shamelessly, he moaned as his tongue went from your dripping hole to your puckered one, laving it lewdly.

“Yes, Sir.” You keened, pushing back against his tongue.

He chuckled, parting from you, standing to his feet and taking off his boxers.

His cock pulsated painfully at the sight of you, at the way you stared at him while he reached the other side of the bed and laid down, settling in the middle, his erection right below your awaiting mouth.

You tried to lower yourself and swallow his tip, however he stopped you. “Get on my face right now, Nymph. I wanna see if you taste as expensive as you look.” He growled.

You simply licked your lips, his cock twitching as your hot exhale caressed his flushed skin. He was so veiny, and all you wanted to do was check if you could feel that against your inner walls. Straddling his face, you settled on top of him, not wasting a second before taking him in your mouth now that he was underneath you, under your control.

He moaned sinfully, his breath hitting your moist skin before his tongue flicked against your entrance, eliciting a contented hum.

For a few minutes all you could hear was the sounds of you sucking his cock, wet slurps filling your ears as your mouth became messy with saliva and his precum. At the same time, Taehyung was enjoying your cunt covering his whole face in juices, while some of his own spit eventually landed on his cheeks, coating his chin and nose too.

He was starved, shameless, wild. He parted from your folds only long enough to say 'naked, now'.

It didn't feel like there was any room for insubordination.

You freed his cock only long enough to remove your slip, sucking it back in your mouth before you took off your bra. As his hands met your breasts, grabbing them with thrilling pain, you felt him push you upwards away from his sex.

“I don't want to cum in your mouth. Gimme that tight, dripping cunt, Nymph,” he growled, touching your clit while his tongue teased the softest flesh of your labia.

“I'm going to ride your face, Sir?” You asked, feeling your breasts starting to bounce as your hips began grinding against him.

“Fuck my face, sweetness.” He replied, your body following his command straight away, your mouth opening in brainless, fucked out whimpers as your orgasm approached.

He kept going.

And even when you started to cum, he went on.

Even when you were humping against him ruthlessly, violently, he continued.

And when he noticed a second high take over, he outright refused to let go, no matter if you cried and begged and yelped.

He only calmed down once he felt you grab his cock and begin to stroke.

He slapped your mound violently, growling minaciously before he pushed you forward, on all fours, grabbing your thighs and opening his legs so that your front fell against the mattress once he pulled your knees from beneath you, placing your drenched core right against his crotch.

His stronger hand spanked your ass. “I told you I want to cum in your cunt and that's what you do?” He hit again. “Touch me so I'll have to cum on my belly like a teen nerd?” Another spank. “Hope you're gonna stay put now.”

He maneuvered the tip to your hole, sliding the head inside.

You purred and whined once you felt him sheathed deep in your core.

The angle was majestic. His upward curve teased the back of your vagina, rubbing against all the right spots, the soft head pressing against the inner nerves of your clitoris.

Just as you tried moving your hips against him, he sat up straighter and grabbed your hips, shoving you on his cock with breakneck speed, making your front burn with the friction against the sheets.

“Sir, please. Please it burns.” You called, desperate after a minute or so, feeling your control slip.

He gave a few more thrusts before he realised you had voiced discomfort. “Inside? Am I going too fast, does it hurt?” He spoke with tenderness and apprehension.

You shook your head. “My chest against the sheets.” You explained with a small whine.

He nodded and laid down,catching your leg and leading it in a half circle motion, helping you roll on your back as you unstraddled him.

However, his kindness was short-lived. As soon as he found your calves beside his chest, he grabbed your ankles and sat up, bending your knees and blocking them with his forearm; his free hand searched for the necktie and, once he found it, he expertly slid it beneath your legs, and then around them, tying a knot above the swell of your calves.

You stared at him with your mouth open, eyes wide and inquisitive before a naughty grin lit up your face.

He rose to his knees, crawling closer to you, bending your knees to your chest and letting your ankles settle over his left shoulder.

“Hold on tight, Nymph.” He said, bracing a hand beside your face as he lined his shaft with your cunt, sliding in effortlessly, grunting at the unspeakable tightness of your sex. “Fuck me so good, sweetness.” He mumbled. “I'm gonna rail you.” He groaned as he felt his balls tighten. “I'm gonna fill you up and watch those tits grow once you're full of my babies.” He teased. “Now you're gonna milk this cock and take every drop of my cum.”

You mewled at his sinful intent, squeezing round him and feeling his hand generously finger your clit.

“Please, fill me up. Please. I want to be heavy with your babies.”

“And you're gonna lactate them.” He whispered darkly at your ear, making the gesture feel so dirty, even though it was just natural mammal anatomy.

“I will, Sir.” You cried out, feeling your end tower over you.

“And once they're done suckling, I'll take my turn.” He growled. He had only maybe three strokes left before he would cum.

“I'm yours. All yours. Please, breed me, Sir. I'm yours,” you wailed, voice close to breaking.

“You are my horny little cumslut,” he snarled before joining your mouth with his, covering both your and his cries as you finally reached the peak.

His cock drilled deep into you as he coated your inner walls in cum, the hotness and stickiness of it pouring out of you and gluing him to your entrance.

It felt magnificent.

“I know you.” He whispered gently at your ear. “My most precious darling.”

You were still drifting ecstatically, your eyes opening slowly, lazily.

“Hello Lace.” He cooed at you, smiling softly. “Welcome back, my love.”

You mirrored his smirk and wiggled your feet against his shoulder. “Hello, my beloved fiancé. Would you please do me the courtesy of untying that?” You arched an eyebrow.

He chuckled and obeyed, almost expecting you to slide off of him; instead, you simply moved a leg to his other side and crossed your ankles behind him to tug him close to you.

“That impregnation thingie really got you going, uh?” You said, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

He nodded and kissed your chest, cupping it softly and pecking your nipples, your skin still flushed from the burning friction and the recent orgasm. “Even though I know you're covered, I find the idea so sexy.” He confirmed, pressing his face to the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. “You looked very hot in that outfit. It really made me want to seduce you all over again.”

“It was fun watching you act the part. You even tipped the waiter.” You chuckled.

“You told me your measurements, Miss 'no less than six inches'.” He kissed your earlobe. “Do you know they're the combination of the apartment safe?”

You laughed and then quieted down for a second. “I wanted to jump your bones the very moment I saw you.”

“Happy to know my future wife still gets the hots for me.” He commented, matter-of-factly.

You giggled quietly. “I love you.”

He combed your hair slowly, tenderly. “I love you too.”

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innocence - 27

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: none

A/N: my god i really took a whole month to write this. i am sooo sorry, but i was a bit stuck with the narrative. thankfully it’s moving forward. hope you enjoy xx

NEXT CHAPTER

Y/N watched him walk up to his bag to removal a navy blue square box. She furrowed her brows, leaning on her hands on the worn out duvet from her teen years as he sat by his side. His cheeks were dusted pink, lip stuck between his teeth as he handed it to her. Y/N merely looked at him like a child who knew nothing of the object that had been placed on top of her hands. All she knew was that it was in her hands and felt more expensive than the homemade present she had manage to hid under all her chunky Christmas outfits Bucky deemed unnecessary. He was nervous, heart pounding under the several layers of clothing he was wearing to protect himself from the cold. Rebecca had warned him to be careful, maybe to thread around lightly as she could be freaked out. His pace seemed to slow down as he walked up to the bed were she was so innocently and calmly looking at her. It’s gonna be fine, Barnes, man up, he told himself. 

     - You don’t have to accept it. I just ... I thought you might want it. 

     - Bucky, you’re rambling. - she cocked her head to the side, giving him a teasing smile as he sat by the bed. - The only reason someone should be so nervous is if they’re proposing. 

     -  Uhm ... - he rubbed the back of his neck as he set the box on the bed. All the colour drained from her face and she put her hands in front of her mouth.

     - Are you proposing? Gosh, did I ruin it? Oh my I ruined a proposal, again. 

     - Not quite. - he gave her a toothy grin. - And when did you ruin a proposal?

     - Long story. - she rested her chin against her hand.

     - Well, when my ‘ma died she left me and Rebecca a lot of stuff. - he opened up the old blue velvet box to show a small pearl necklace laying against the padded black satin fabric. - She left me this ... outta all things. Said I should give it to a nice girl someday but I’d never met a nice girl until I met you ...

    - Bucky. - her lips almost pouted as she tried not to get her emotions get the best of her. It was nothing special, it was really nothing special but to hear him, the man she was so hopelessly in love with, say she was a nice girl was making her heart beat faster.

    - You don’t have to wear it ... it’s probably too old and ... well I just wanted you to have them. My dad gave it to my mum before he got shipped off and I thought I’d give them to you ...

    - Wait, you’re not being shipped off, are you? - she wrapped her arms around his neck. - Because if you did good news first and bad news last, I’ll be very upset.

    - No, no, no. I’m not being shipped out ... I think I’m to old for that. - he chuckled. - The point is, he gave it to her as a labour of love and I want it to give it to you as a labour of love too. Except without the shipping off. 

    - Bucky, it’s beautiful. - she looked down at the box. - And it’s not too old.

    - It’s over a hundred years old.

    - You’re over a hundred years old. - she gave him a teasing look, kissing the corner of his mouth. - Maybe I fancy things over a hundred years old.

    - Yeah? - he smiled at her. - Do you wanna put it on?

    - Can you help me? - she handed him the pearls, turning around to face the mirror in front of her bed. Bucky draped the small pearl string around her neck, clasping it at the back before putting his hand on her shoulder, his head resting in the curvature between her neck and shoulder. Her finger traced the imperfect circular shapes of the pearls, soft smile on her lips. - Bucky, they’re beautiful. Thank you.

    - Thank god you like them. Sam’s been in my head all day sayin’ you’d think they’re too old. - he kissed her neck as she laughed. - Besides, I didn’t really know what to give you. I can’t really give you the moon.

    - The moon sounds like it’d take too much space in the house. Can you imagine? I live in a one bedroom flat, I barely have space for me and my thoughts.

    - Stop it. - he held her chin to turn her face so he could kiss her. - You know, missy ... you still owe me for that stunt you pulled in the airplane.

    - You know I would love to finish it ... - she threw her legs over his. - But I have to go with my mum tomorrow morning to pick out last minute gifts and she is an early bird.

   - Uhm ... you torture me. - he wrapped his arms around her. - But I’ll let it slide this time. 

Bucky couldn’t sleep that night, he stood up all night looking at her; the way the moon illuminated her skin against the dusty blue sheets, the pearls drapped over her beautiful skin. Bucky thought in that moment he was the luckiest man in the world and that maybe it was all worth it. Maybe falling from the train, becoming HYDRAs fist, Zemo, wars, everything ... maybe it was worth going through all of that because if he hadn’t gone through all of that, he wouldn’t be what he was today and he wouldn’t have met her. It was worth knowing it, it was worth having her. He remembered his mum reprimanding him every time he’d break up or start seeing yet another girl “James Barnes, you gotta stop playin’ around and find yourself a nice girl who you love and loves you back for who you are”. He didn’t believe her, he knew why girls were into him, or into the uniform so he didn’t really believe someone would want to stick around with him being a soldier. But Y/N, Y/N loved him with that and even all his nightmares and trauma. He couldn’t help but want to keep her safe despite that being what his job entailed, and it made his blood boil whenever he thought back to how someone had broken into her place, into her safe space. It made him more upset he hadn’t figured out who done it. Not even Steve or Natasha found any clues, it was almost as if it never happened but he had pictures, he had pictures of that word written across the mirror.

He could not stop thinking about it, he couldn’t sleep about it. He hadn’t been able to sleep in a while, afraid something would happen to her while he was asleep. He had failed to protect her, someone had gotten into her home and god... something could have happened and he wasn’t there, he wasn’t there to defend her. He couldn’t even do his job right. He couldn’t protect his girlfriend.  

Bucky stood up all night until the early morning when the clock shone 7:30 AM. She moved around, signalling she was more awake than asleep. He smiled, kissing her forehead as she opened her eyes.

   - Morning, princess. 

   - Buck, you need to sleep. - she said in her cute sleep filled voice. - It’s too early for you.

   - I don’t need sleep. Super soldier, remember, doll?

   - That can’t be right. - she rose up from the bed, rubbing the sleep off her eyes. - You sure you’re okay being alone? I could ask my mum ...

   - Go have time with your mum, princess. I’ll be fine, promise you.

   - Do not let my sisters give you any trouble. Or my brother ... or any of my sister’s husbands. You know what? You’re allowed to cuss them out if they do.

   - I’m sure it’ll be fine. - he watched as she got dressed and covered into layers upon layers. He had forgotten how cold England was. - You don’t have to worry.

   - Yes I have. They’re very persuasive, they’re lawyers. They will convince you to do things you don’t even want to do with you noticing. 

   - I’ve been through mind control before, I’m sure I can handle it, doll face.

   - Doll face? - she smirked. - That’s a new one. You sure you’re not trying to butter me up so I finish what I started.

   - Nonsense. - he got up from her, slowly walking up to her, hands resting upon her waist as he whispered against her ear. - It’s not like you need any buttering up isn’t it, princess?

   - I ... - her face grew warm at the thoughts that filled her head.

   - Y/N! Honey, are you ready? - her mother’s knock on the door, followed by her opening it just the slightest bit interrupted her sex filled thoughts. - We don’t wanna catch a confusion.

   - Yeah, mum. Just saying bye to Bucky.

   - Oh, Bucky ... there’s breakfast downstairs if you want. The boys are all up, maybe you can socialise.

   - Mum ... - Y/N said through a tight smile as the three walked from the bedroom into the hall. 

   - You worry too much. - her mother ushered down the stairs to the door where her father was leaned against, waiting. Y/N kissed Bucky goodbye before being pushed out of the house.

Bucky couldn’t say he was particularly comfortable. It wasn’t that her family wasn’t nice, they were as inviting as one could be but he barely knew them and the last thing he wanted was to scare them off or leave a bad impression. After all, there wasn’t a lot of his family Y/N had to impress and whatever was left of it she had left a great impression but her family, well, her family probably did not expect a 100 year old soldier bodyguard dating their actress daughter. Yet again, who does?

He walked into the dinning room where most of her family was sat down happily eating breakfast until they became aware of his presence. Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, ready to mumble an apology before Aunt Petunia was grabbing him and seating him down on one of the free seats. 

   - So, Bucky, what do you want to eat?

   -  Uhm ... just black coffee is fine. -  he spoke and as fast as he did, a cup of coffee was in front off him.

    - Don’t you want anything to eat? Oh, is this a super soldier situation where you cannot eat? Is it because you’re a 100? Honey, do you need any medication?

    - No, no, m’am. I’m just not a breakfast person. 

    - Uhm, I see. Did you sleep well? I couldn’t sleep all night with Sophie ... - Petunia looked at Claire who rolled her eyes at her. - Crying all night.

    - I’m sorry that we can’t control when a baby cries, Aunt Petunia. - Claire replied before returning to feed some crushed banana to her baby. 

    - Babies. - the old woman rolled her eyes, before redirecting her attention towards Bucky. - Do you want them?

    - Pardon?

    - A baby. You want a baby right? Y/N has always wanted babies ... of course she keeps forgetting she won’t be fertile forever. 

     - Uhm ... I don’t know, Y/N and I haven’t really discussed having a kid. 

     - I don’t wanna know about that. I wanna know if you want a baby.

     - I don’t know if I can have a baby. - he sighed, looking at any of Y/N’s siblings for help.

     - What do you mean you don’t know?

     - Bucky. - Claire interrupted her aunt. - Do you mind getting the mail? We haven’t checked our post box since we arrived and it’s probably pilling up. 

     - Yeah. - he got up from his chair before he could be asked any more questions.

Could he have a baby? He didn’t know; Steve couldn’t and Steve hadn’t. gone through all the brainwashing and shock therapy he had gone through. Besides, he refused to know and he didn’t really care about it. Why would Bucky Barnes, an ex murderer for HYDRA, want to bring a kid into this world? No, the world was better off this way and he did not want to know the answer anyway despite the idea of a family haunting his fantasies. Thankfully Claire had saved him and for that alone, he was almost certain she was his favourite sibling out of all. Checking the post wasn’t too hard and surely no one would ask about his family planning on the way to the post box.

He let the door behind him as he passed through the snowy ground until the postbox which, despite most of Claires belief, was quite empty except for a few postcards, bills and a particular letter that caught his attention. He looked around before putting the rest of the mail under his arm and started to inspect the letter. It had no stamp, no sender, not even an address, just Y/N’s name in the front written in cursive. Bucky knew he shouldn’t open her mail but he just didn’t trust it and as he ripped through the envelope, his suspicious heightened.

You cannot hide, whore. 

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congrats on 200 followers!! i’m requesting a personal headcannon for nanami from jjk. umm she/her is fine and i’d rather be left as y/n. i like painting (especially watercolor) and i would love to start writing again but it’s really because i read a lot lol. i also love vintage shopping and i bake pretty much all the time (usually anything blueberry it’s my fave). and as for personality… i’m pretty shy and i get anxious in social situations. i’ve always been kind of a nerd lmao, and my friends often say i have an “unpredictable” sense of humor? i don’t mind nsfw if you feel like it. i like dom/sub dynamics and i prefer being the latter :)

Hey, cutie pie! <3 Thanks for your request! ♥ Nanami misses you a lot whenever he is on a mission. You are constantly on his mind. He especially holds those memories dear where you let him taste your newest cake recipes. You look all cute and messy after a baking session. In other words - breathtaking. The radiant smile that spreads on your lips when he tells you how delicious your pastries taste means so much to him. ♥ He atac, he a snac but most importantly he protec. Your boyfriend is so protective over you. :( He lives in constant fear about his enemies hurting you. Nanami Kento doesn't have many weaknesses, but you certainly are one of them. You often get frustrated with his overly protective behavior, especially at the beginning of your relationship. Nanami just loves you so much and can't afford to lose you. Please, bear with him. ♥ Nanami is 100% a secret nerd and you can't convince me otherwise. He knows Jedipedia by heart and has a huge collection of figures and books about his favorite fandoms. Also owns a few lightsabers. You are the first person he showed this side to. But Kento was so embarrassed when you found out lmao "Ken, I didn't know you are a Lord of the Rings-kinda person," you laugh as you find his secret collection. All color drains from your boyfriend's face as he sees you wander around in his living room. How could he be so careless and forget about his Legolas action figures that were presented on some shelves? It is the first time he actually invites you to his place and you are beyond surprised to see something like that. "I-uhm... This belongs to friends. I am not a child who is into that stuff. Enjoying things like these as an adult is idiotic." You turn around to face your love, instantly recognizing his charade. "Too bad you think like that. Otherwise, I would have shown you all my Harry Potter special edition books, but if you are not interested...." A sparkle you've never seen before lights in Nanami's eyes. "Did I ever tell you how much I adore you?" he muses. ♥ Always gifts you a book when returning from a mission. It became a ritual. Loves to go to antique shops to get you classic literature. ♥ Your man kisses your knuckles whenever he senses you getting anxious. <3 It's such a gentle gesture! He hates to see you endure such feelings and does everything to ease your thunderstorm of emotions. If you are getting overwhelmed during social events Nanami makes sure to maneuver you out of any situation. ♥ Cups your face with his big hands and places a soft kiss on your forehead. He does this multiple times a day to show his affection. Kento isn't a man of big words, so this is the only way he knows to show love. "You know how much I love right?" he asks from time to time while holding you close. Sometimes the sorcerer fears he isn't giving you the love you deserve and needs reassurance. ♥ Brags about your paintings all the time. Your man is by all means no braggart, but when he comes to you he can't help it. Gojo tells him to shut tf up because he can't bear one minute of Kento's monologue about you. What did you do to this poor man? :') NSFW ♥ Of course, you are a sub, because your boyfriend wouldn't let you be dominant for one second. He sometimes can get a little mean and says nasty stuff, but he never means it. "Look at you being all wet, like a needy whore. You were thinking about my cock all day, weren't you?" ♥ This mofo owns a whole toy collection. Paddles, ropes, vibrators - You name it. Most men get intimated by sex toys, but Nanami is confident enough to see them as a helping factor. He lets you choose the items with which you want to get overstimulated. :') ♥ Praises you so much when you suck his cock. <3 He loves when you give him puppy eyes while slurping on his tip. "God, you look amazing, doll." Nanami breathes as he places his hand on the back of your head. "Such an obedient girl." ♥ This man is vocal, like damn. It's a sign that he feels very comfortable around you. A lot of groaning and moaning, especially when Kento shoots his loads on your tummy or tits. (This is where he loves to cum the most) In conclusion: This man will go to the end of the world for you. And you would do exactly the same. You are a match made in heaven.

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Business AU - Working Late, Part 7

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6

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^^^^^ my actual thoughts after writing this.

There was no denying that he was still thinking about that Saturday night. The feeling had been extraordinary. It’s been some time ever since he felt like this, but there was also something more. And he couldn’t quite place his finger on it.

First thing he did on Monday when getting to work was to lock himself in his office, his thoughts empty as he repeatedly drummed a pen against his desk, his gaze hardly focusing on anything. He did call for someone though at some point, taking this waiting time as an opportunity to collect his thoughts into something comprehensible.

Some knocks were heard at the door, a single “yes” escaping Donnie, an approval for the newcomer to come in. Next came into view another turtle adorning a red do-rag, this one much more massive when compared to the bespectacled mutant. It was none other than Raphael, the muscular terrapin a rare sight in the building as he was often more out to meet clients than stuck behind a desk.

“What’s up?” he started, closing the door behind him. “I’m on a tight schedule, so it better be important.”

Raph did frown a little as he noticed his brother’s composure, the purple clad mutant’s eyes speaking volumes.

“I, uhm... I need some advice,” finally said Donnie.

“What kind? A client’s giving you troubles?” added the other, taking a seat.

Donatello tsked, quickly waving that query away: “No, I know how to deal with those. ... It’s more of a personal matter. A... relationship one.”

Raph’s eyes widened a little, then relaxing his stance with an amused smirk.

“Well, well, well... back in business, I see? I thought that receptionist situation would keep you out of the market for quite some time.”

“Oh please, that girl was crazy. I’m just glad she moved out of the city. ... It’s been more than a year, I’ve moved on.”

“What’s the matter then?” added the red clad terrapin. “You forgot how to socialize or somethin’?”

Donnie quietly chuckled, leaning back in his chair, then thoughtful.

“Oh no, I’ve been socializing, alright... I just don’t want to fuck it up, you know? Things have been going so well now and on this last Saturday we took it a lil’ further-”

“How much further?”

“We kissed.”

“Bro, that’s nothin’.”

Tension was broken for a moment, both brothers snickering. That did help Donnie and calmed his thoughts a little.

“Who is it though?” next asked Raphael. “Someone working here or... ?”

“She’s a project manager for our creative team. She got here from Montréal a couple months back and we met one night by pure coincidence as we were both working late. Her name’s Véronique, but I call her Vee.”

“Oohh, already on a nickname basis, now that’s a feat,” teased the other.

“Please, she asked me to call her like that on the first night we met.”

“Ay, you know I’m just pokin’ some fun at you. ... What’s the matter, then? Why aren’t you talking about that to Leo or Mikey?”

“Because,” started Donnie. “Leo would try to dissuade me into pursuing this relationship, and Mikey well ... you know him. He’d say: ‘Invite her to my place and have her swim in the pool. Girls love pools!’,” mimicked the purple clad mutant. “... You know he’d only want that so he can have a look at her as well. I ain’t having none of that shit.”

Raph laughed once again, acknowledging those statements.

“And, to be frank,” added the bespectacled one. “I value your judgement. You get straight to the point and that’s what I need right now.” He leaned foward a little on his desk, hands joined. “So my concern is; what should I do next? We have interest for one another - we openly expressed as much. We obviously have a good chemistry together... but how do I know she’s the one? ... She feels different from anything, anyone, I’ve ever been with before, may it be in terms of relationships or not.”

“Easy,” shrugged Raph. “Have sex with her.”

“Raph!”

“I’m serious! ... You wanna know if she’s the one? Show yourself vulnerable before her. If there’s something more between you two, it’ll click.”

Donnie sighed, closing his eyes and rubbing them in slight annoyance.

“Okay so what, I just have to sleep with her, no strings attached? I hope you’re not suggesting for me to force myself upon her.”

“Hell no, stupid. I said be vulnerable, not a psycho,” frowned the red clad mutant. “Look ... you wanted my opinion, there it is. I believe in deep connections, and if right now you’re already feeling something special between you two, I don’t see what’s bad about wanting to explore that and see if there’s truly something more. ... Also, people can fuck for the fun of it, I hope you know that?”

Donnie exhaled sharply, half of a smile next on his lips: “I suddenly regret asking for your opinion, but I do see your point.”

“I’m sure you can be a gentleman about all of that.”

“My brain turns to goo whenever I’m with her. I try not to show it, but damn... I don’t think she’d get to that point though, I don’t know...”

“As long as it naturally gets there, that’s what matters. ... Those things are felt, Donnie. I’m not saying to rush it, but rather to not be scared.”

The purple clad one conceeded, lowkey admiring his brother’s wisdom about the matter. He finally rose from his seat, inviting Raph to do the same.

“Alright, I won’t take more of your time. You’ve given me enough food for thought.”

“‘Bout time, I have to go Uptown, I’ll be late ‘cause of you,” Raph teased, playfully nudging his brother’s shoulder along the way.

“Har, har, very funny,” added the other, opening the door so both could exit the room.

As they were about to say their goodbyes, a voice rose, followed by the light clicking sound of hurried heels against the floor.

“Donnie, good timing!”

Both turtles turned their attention to a woman coming their way; Vee. She was holding a pile of documents, already taking some apart and then handing them to the tall terrapin when she was next to him.

“I’ll need you to sign some of these before Wednesday. Some designs for an upcoming project need an approval and I thought you’d be the best for that task. And I- ...” She stopped, finally noticing the other mutant. “Oh, I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?”

“Absolutely not,” smiled Donnie, properly holding the documents now. “We had just finished our small meeting, actually.” He gestured the woman to his brother: “Raph, this is Vee, our newest project manager addition.”

The red clad turtle grinned, extending his hand to the human in a proper greeting.

“Ah yes, Donnie mentionned you a couple of times.”

“Oh dear, I hope it wasn’t in a bad way,” lightly laughed Vee, shaking Raph’s hand.

“I would never,” reassured Donnie gently, his free hand instinctively resting at the small of her back.

A faint blush appeared on the woman’s cheeks, next adjusting her hold on the documents as her handshake with Raph ended.

“Not to be a party pooper, but I’ve gotta run,” she said with a smile. “I have a lot of stuff to hand out. Have a good day you two!”

She made sure to cross Donnie’s gaze before walking away, wanting to express her small longing to him. As she was back on her way, Raph did not hesitate to follow her frame, judging her for a moment. He finally looked back at Donnie with a look of approval.

“... Brother, you got taste.”

Donnie only replied by hiding his face with the documents he was holding.

***

Raph had said to not be scared, but Donnie couldn’t help still feeling that way. A part of him wanted to spend every moments with Vee, but on the other hand he didn’t want to appear too clingy or demanding. Gotta savor it like a fine wine, he’d try to reason. ... But frankly he just wanted to chug the damn bottle.

It was a Thursday afternoon, and so far he had only exchanged some words with her on Monday, then Wedneseday when he handed her back the approved documents he reviewed. Then he’d retreat to his office and think. And think. And think.

A ping from his computer got him out of his reverie, noticing a direct message notification.

His heart skipped a beat, his lips forming a thin line as he thought about what to answer.

Hey, wanna bang? Gosh, he felt dirty thinking about that... Keep it natural, Donnie, you don’t have to think about that for now. See where things go from there, naturally.

ABORT MISSION. ABORT MISSION. ABORT!!!! He felt so goddamn cheesy after sending that.

If it were up to him 100%, he’d get on his feet right this instant and sweep her off to anywhere she’d want to go. But he tried to keep it cool:

You’re the best one so far...

More like I’ll be lying down on the floor, a blushing mess. He couldn’t erase his smile, rereading again and again this conversation. He’d definitely have to think of something!

***

Later in the afternoon, as people were finishing their day, Donnie had reclused himself back into his drawing room, continuing some work on the Lowline plans. He was so focused that he did not hear Vee come in, the woman calmly making her way to his position.

“Hey...” she started softly, leaving a hand on his shoulder.

Donnie gasped, his hand holding a pencil jerking and leaving a long mark on the paper. Both froze, eyes wide as they witnessed the horror.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you that much!” apologized Vee, already on the look out for an eraser. “Here, let me help you with that.”

“No it’s alright. I, uh...”

Donnie’s sentence died as the woman was now hunched close to him, already removing traces of that nasty mistake.

“I could’ve done it. I...”

His voice was hushed, having a hard time to keep focus on Vee’s movement, prefering to look at her features instead.

“I ... I could do it,” he added.

Vee slowed her movement, finally looking at Donnie.

“Do what?”

He paused, his heart drumming in his chest.

“This...”

He delicately placed a finger under Vee’s chin, not even needing to move much in order to bring them both closer for a soft kiss. The woman was surprised at first, but she quickly melted, not even denying that she had been craving the feeling as well since that Saturday night... She dropped the eraser, her hands prefering to trail along the mutant’s scales. As they broke the kiss to breathe, Donnie brought her closer to his sitting position, Vee now standing inbetween his legs. No words needed to be said, this sudden electrifying feeling passing through them. The terrapin’s hands couldn’t get off of her, either lost in her hair or tracing her back. The more they joined in a kiss, the more they wanted to be closer. At some point the turtle acted on instinct as he rose up, his hold on the woman’s hips as he laid her against the inclined drafting board. The paper crinkled underneath, but he gave no care in the world about that. Their kiss was heating up, a low pleasured churr rumbling in Donnie’s chest as he stood close to Vee’s core, feeling her desire as strong as his.

The distant sound of people talking and laughing, still around and about to exit the building, brought them both to a stop - looking at the room’s entrance, as if afraid someone would pop in at any second.

Both were lightly panting, their smiles shy after what happened. Donnie took that moment of grace to study Vee’s features, gently brushing away some wild strands of hair off her face. He straightened his stance back up afterward, helping the woman back on her feet.

“Welp, and here I came only to wish you a good evening,” chuckled Vee, adjusting her clothes.

“I’m sorry,” added the mutant in a similar tone.

“Don’t be ... I liked that.”

She rested her hands on his chest, slowly rubbing the fabric of his shirt over his plastron.

“I can’t stay late tonight, but I won’t prevent you from doing so. ... Just don’t stay here too late though.”

“No promises.”

“Please, don’t overwork yourself,” softly pleaded Vee.

“Don’t worry...” he reassured with a smile, a hand cupping the other’s cheek.

They added one good evening kiss. Nothing more, nothing less. A pleasant omen for feelings to come...

((Part 8))

[vulpes-z3rda]

Wish I Were... // Nishinoya x Reader

A/n: HEY EVERYONE!! I’d like to thank you for 100 followers first and foremost, it means a lot that 100 of you fund following me worthwhile iuytghjk. AND ALSO! I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! The star tear disease is something new to me so I’m not sure i wrote it right, but nonetheless, ENJOY!!

CW: nothing really, if you see anything triggering please let me know so i can add it here!

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1782

I still remember third of December

The first day you met.

A complete and utter accident caused by the one time you clumsily walked into someone in your first year. An accident that ended up being one of the best days of your life.

You had met your best friend Nishinoya Yuu. A person you cherished a lot in life

Me in your sweater, you said it looked better

On me, than it did you

He'd often give you his hoodies or jumpers whenever you were cold. One of the many things you loved about him.

He cared for you.

Did people often assume you were a couple? Oh yes, the whole volleyball team did when you first met them but you were both quick to deny it and say you were just good friends.

Only if you knew

How much I liked you

Having someone so caring in your life, someone who seemed so interested in your hobbies, someone who would go on 3 am adventures with you and just... your other half in all honesty.

Who wouldn't fall for someone who fits so perfectly with you?

But you couldn't tell him. There was too much at risk and he only ever saw you as a best friend anyway, what would come of it but heartache?

but I watch your eyes

As she walks by

Who could blame him for liking her? Kiyoko Shimizu. A goddess on earth as Noya had described her to you so many times before. And who were you to disagree with him??

She was gorgeous.

So what would he see in you? He was blinded by his admiration and love for her anyway, blind to your pain.

What a sight for sore eyes

Brighter than the blue sky

You tried not to let the ugly green monster called jealousy take over but it was hard. Why her? Why not you? So what if you don't have her shade of eye colour or her clear skin or her dark black hair. So what??

You were there for him through all the rejection, the false hope, the little achievements and the constant fawning over her.

Why couldn't he love you like that?

She's got you mesmerized

While I die

As much as you hated to admit it, you were now a second thought to Nishinoya. His best friend of two years was nothing more than quick glances, dry text conversations, no more 3 am hangouts and no more stupid jokes.

He was your light and without light every flower withers. As your first petal fell, he only hid further away in the clouds.

Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty

You knew it meant nothing. It was a dare for God's sake but it was your first kiss. Your first kiss was stolen by the boy you adored more than anything. Dare or not, it was special to you even if he immediately went to Kiyoko's side after.

The happiness of the action quickly died as the realisation sank in that he'd always go back to her. The goddess on earth.

‘Hehe... am I not enough for him??’

You gave her your sweater

It's just polyester

Then the hoodie and jumper exchanges stopped. "I just want her to see that I'm available you know f/n?" Lord you know he meant nothing by it. But when he offered her the hoodie he had so nonchalantly stated he saw as yours, it was like a switch went off in your head.

"Oh, you gave it to Kiyoko?"

"Huh? OH! The hoodie?? Yeah, I'm surprised she took it to be honest."

"Well, I'm happy for you."

"Thank you f/n! Oh, do you wanna hang out this weekend? Tanaka somehow roped Kiyoko into doing-"

"I can't. Thanks for offering though."

But you like her better

Wish I were Heather

God only knows how much you wanted him to look at you how he looked at her. You've seen him fall for a few girls in the two years you knew him but she was different. Everyone and their mother could see that and don't get me wrong, you were beyond happy for him but it hurt. It hurt seeing him be this happy over someone else.

And with the first tear falling, you wished you could be her. Even if it was only for a moment.

Watch as she stands with her holding your hand

You chuckled to yourself as you saw your friend trying to impress Kiyoko. Admittedly you were taken aback when she held his hand to try and calm him down. Not so surprisingly, it did the exact opposite. 

At this point you were what Akaashi was for Bokuto, you could calm Noya down and the team were thankful for that. "This is what two years has come to huh?"

"F/n? Are you okay?"

"Yeah... I'm fine Hinata. Good luck with the game tonight but I should head up to the stands."

"But Nishinoya senpai-"

"Is doing fine without me. See? Holding her hand helped."

Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder

At this point, you found his efforts heartachingly comical. Maybe that could just be the loneliness telling you to find humour in the lack of your best friend.

Watching the short male wrap his arm around Kiyoko in a hug was now commonplace so you should be used to it.

But you hated it. Every time you saw it, it felt like you were being stabbed. It was like a brutal reality check that you were losing him. As long as he's happy though f/n... right?

But how could I hate her? She's such an angel

You had tried distancing yourself from her but since you were like an unofficial manager, it proved to be difficult. But your blunt wording and attitude hadn't gone unnoticed by the team. Suga had taken guesses as to why you were like this but what would he know? You haven't opened up to anyone in forever.

And then she had talked to you. As much as you despised everything that was happening, it comforted you talking to her. Well... it comforted you until you heard the team talking about how sweet Kiyoko was for checking up on you.

You definitely couldn't miss your crush talking so lovingly about her.

But then again, kinda wish she were dead

As she walks by

Finally, a weekend with Nishinoya again. Just you two at an arcade being your old chaotic selves. You missed it... you missed him.

"I've missed this kind of weekend!"

"Yeah?"

"Duh. How could I not Noya?"

He chuckled before an obvious blush invaded his cheeks and a familiar look danced in his eyes. "F/n! She's here!!"

"Really? Who would've thought." A dry chuckle left your lips as you shook your head seeing he'd already moved towards where she was going. "I should head home, my mum wanted help today. I'll see you at school Noya!" So much for a best friend day. You thought as he looked at you curiously.

What a sight for sore eyes

Brighter than a blue sky

She's got you mesmerized

While I die

His brown eyes always seemed to glow whenever he was near her. He always had that extra energy with her. Just two simple things among the many you had noticed in your pining for Noya. Yet she always held the same stance with him as she always had done. In fact, she seemed more involved with Tanaka and his attempts to win her over.

I guess you're trained enough in that department to see it in others.

"F/n, what're you... oh."

"Suga, you scared me!"

"Haha, sorry sorry... so?"

"So what?"

"Nishinoya huh?" You ignored the audible worry he held and looked down to your feet. "Sadly... yeah..." and so the second lot of tears fell.

Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty

After finally opening up to someone, Suga had somehow convinced you to talk to Noya about your feelings. You don't entirely get how, but he did it and now you were regretting ever asking him to stay behind so you could talk.

"F/n?? What's up?"

"Hey, Noya... I uhm just wanted to get some stuff off my chest."

"Okay?? Can you be quick though? I wanna get to practice and see my queen!"

"Why did you kiss me?"

"W-What?? Oh, the dare? Because it was a dare, why would I have ever turned down a dare?"

"Noya..."

"You know you've been acting weird ever since that and I don't get it. It's not like it meant anything."

"I just-"

"Listen, I need to go but I'll call you tonight I guess. See ya later f/n!"

You gave her your sweater

It's just polyester

But you like her better

I wish I were Heather

You sat on your bed dreading the moment he calls you... or if he even does. It's not usually like this for you but he was just something different and you could feel it come crashing down.

What was probably only 1 hour felt like an eternity before your phone lit up with the familiar phone number. Hesitantly, you reached for the phone and answered his call. "Hello?"

"Hey, okay so about earlier... Yes, Tanaka, I gave Kiyoko the hoodie what about it?"

The whines coming from the other teen made you chuckle before you shook away any trace of happiness. "So, you gave her that hoodie again huh?" You shakily got out, a wave of sadness crashing into with each word.

"Yeah. You sound sad about it though... Come on f/n, it's just a tacky polyester hoodie. Nothing special."

"I thought I made it special..."

"F/n, you're not making any sense. Can you just tell me what you need to please?? Me and Tanaka are going out with-"

"Why her?" Tear after tear fell, a distant twinkling sound coming after a few of them. "What? F/n, if you're talking about Kiyoko..."

"Was I not enough Nishinoya?" Sparkles joined the twinkling, each tear seeming to shine and glow in all shades of colours.

"Can you please just talk some sense?? What are you talking about f/n!? Why is there twinkling... what is happening?"

"Noya I just... I have feelings for you!!" You blurted out, the pressure you were feeling finally beginning to lessen. "F/n... I'm sorry. But I like Kiyoko, you know that."

"I know I just..."

"You what f/n?"

"I wish I was Kiyoko..."

And then, as though you had gained control of the night sky, stars began to fall from your eyes, creating a song of their own so your emotions could dance before you.

[brawn-gp]

TUMBLR TAG GAME

tagged by @sunshine-ricciardo, tysm love 🤍 

1. Why did you choose your url? the lovely @j-button gave it to me, and i love it so much<3 been hoarding the catiemunnings canon url for months but idk... this one is just too good

2. Any side blogs? i do! it’s @arlo-parks aka the place where i usually scream about the bands i like (amongst other things like films, tv, photography and aesthetics). it’s nice! go give it a look <3

3. How long have you been on tumblr? uhm... i made my old blog back in 2012-2013 i think.... but i made this one about a year ago

4. Do you have a queue tag? it was “q” now its “q.”, just because it was getting too high in my tags lmao

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place? i posted a few things in my old blog but i wanted to interact with the fandom a bit more, so i made this one. the first few months was vibing with the virtual races so that was fun

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp? one of fav drivers + fav color? idk i like that mick photo

7. Why did you choose your header? sebchal + mick....... i had to (although i might change it soon because i don’t particularly like the aesthetic)

8. What’s your post with the most notes? 100 lewis pole positions! almost 2k which is crazy

9. How many mutuals do you have? oof many<3<3 i don’t interact with most of you but every person i follow i consider them as mutuals

10. How many followers do you have? 1.1K.... been meaning to do a 1k/1year celebration but uni is killing me </3 i will do it as soon as i have a bit more free time (you can send ideas tho!)

11. How many people do you follow? 269 overall... i have to maintain some sort of clean-ish dash otherwise i would die 

12. Have you ever made a shit post? i used to shitpost a lot more imo, but now sometimes, sometimes

13. How often do you use tumblr a day? a lot more than i should. specially because its my procrastination site lmao

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog? yes i have my enemies<3<3 but in like we like to hold hands ways (but no, not that i’m aware of)

15. How do you feel about the ‘you need to reblog’ posts? depends. if its “EVERY SINGLE PERSON THAT DOESN’T REBLOG THIS IS HOMOPHOBIC!!!¡¡¡¡¡” then mate... fuck off (i have 0 tolerance for those posts and i cannot believe people still believe in them). but if your local content creator is asking you to please reblog our stuff... then please do:)

16. Do you like tag games? love them sm!! i just suck at doing them</3 i use them for future reference as to who i can tag next too sjdhbfh

17. Do you like ask games? used to do them all... now it really depends

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? i’m literally mutuals with the sexiest people on f1blr so all of them<3

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual? ohh maybe i do... maybe i don’t...

20. Tags: i have no idea who has done it but tagging: @motopg, @goalkepa, @cyrilabiteboul, @j-button, @jensons, @ricciardos and @maranello (just if you want to ofc)

[mooncademia]

Wishes Do Come True — PART 2.

PAIRING ~  Aizawa Shouta/reader  [Undercover heroes! inspo by bnha Vigilantes!]

GENRE ~ fluff

SUMMARY ~ Being an undercover cop has always been second nature to you, but after being paired up with Aizawa Shouta, your heart begins to wander slightly off track. With an unexpected occasion coming up, you’ve realized that you really are falling for the angler-hero. Cue the butterflies!

AUTHOR’S NOTE ~ Part 2 of wdct is here!!! I honestly love this part with all my heart and I hope you all like it as well. I have fulfilled my daydream’s request 😌 Enjoy reading!! 

Ps: this story is inspired by BNHA Vigilantes, and includes two minor characters (no spoilers) but just a heads up! 

Here is Part 1 ! 

*Buzz buzz!*

You checked your phone:  

[Momo]

— Sorry, Y/N! 😣🙏🏼 I have a meeting tonight but we DEFINITELY need to meet up another day for sure. Happy Birthday! I love you~!

You turned off your phone and groaned as you fell back to your couch. That was the fourth cancellation from one of your friends.

Today was the day before your birthday and you planned to invite some friends over for an exciting birthday countdown. However, your expectations did not meet your reality after your last friend canceled. You stared at your phone’s black screen.

You understood your friends’ reasoning of course, but you had to admit: you felt a bit disappointed knowing that you are going to spend another birthday by yourself…again. You didn’t 100% mind since you have always been the independent type ever since you moved to Tokyo away from your parents by yourself. You knew how to take care of yourself and you knew your responsibilities—it shaped the person you are now today!

You sat up and crossed your legs together. You wore a pair of high-waisted flared jeans with a long creamed colored turtle neck. You covered your face with your hair that has been let down (and slightly styled for the special occasion) and you tapped on your vintage black block-heeled boots. You rested your chin on your hand as you stared at the birthday cake that sat on the coffee table in front of you in which you had prepared for yourself. The plan was to gather all your loved ones around as you blow out the candles when the clock strikes midnight but…you knew that won’t be happening.

This definitely sucked.

You sighed with a tinge of sadness but shook your head out of your solemn daze.

Snap out of it! It is only a few hours until I’m one year older today and I can’t spend my last day like this. You forced a smile to yourself.

So what you had to spend your birthday alone? Actually, maybe it is better off this way—you’ve been so busy with missions and meetings, today you could actually spend a few hours to yourself in peace before you get back into work.

Hope rose as you planned out other things to do. A walk around the neighborhood to clear your mind, maybe? You got up and gathered your things: your keys on the door hook, your black blazer sitting on your couch, and your black purse on the dining table. A good brisk evening walk will make you feel better you thought to yourself.

But as you prepared to turn your doorknob, your doorbell rang.

Huh? You questioned yourself as you made your way to the door, wondering who could it be since all your friends already informed you about their notice.

You opened the door only to see a man in all black attire and gray scarf dangling around his neck. His half-lidded eyes looked up to yours and you sputtered out in surprise. “Aizawa?”

He responded with a grumpy grunt, as always, with his hands tucked into his pockets.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

You didn’t call Aizawa to come over because you knew too well that he found public celebrations (or maybe any celebrations at all) a bit displeasing. Plus, since it was a day off, you thought you should let him get his rest.

Yet here he was, standing in front of you, looking at your neatly readied clothes and the black purse slung on your shoulder and realizing that you were just about to head out.

You noticed him peer over your shoulder, darting his sight at the empty living room behind you.

“No one’s here?” He responded instead. His voice sounded surprised and you turned your head behind you following his gaze, staring at your cold empty living room in which the only sign that people will know that it would be a birthday celebration was from your cake that was randomly propped on your coffee table.

This is embarrassing you thought to yourself.

“Oh…uhm yeah, things didn’t really work out as I planned…” you said, your voice slowly going quiet when you finished. You let out a deep sigh.

You probably didn’t hide your sorrow well enough because as you turned to look back at Aizawa, his expression flashed a concerned look. He let out a puff of air, almost like a scoff, and stepped into your house without your proper invitation. He walked over to your couch and randomly began packing your birthday cake back to its designated box, along with tucking in some red candles that you placed beside.

Your mind barely fully registered what he was doing. “Aizawa, I’m guessing you came for my birthday, and I am by far very much grateful, but what the HECK are you doing to my birthday cake?”

“You’re sad. Even if you go out, you’ll come back to an empty room.”

“Gee, thanks for reminding me.”

He walked towards you. “Come on… let’s go celebrate your birthday together then. Somewhere else, it’ll be…fun,” he said, carefully rolling out the last word “fun” as if the word was completely foreign to him.

You looked back at him in astonishment. You know Aizawa almost never volunteers to do things like this, but you could see it in his stone-cold eyes that he meant every word he said. Your heart stupidly fluttered at his invitation and you locked your elbows cheekily with his, causing him to widen his eyes for just a few seconds from your quick action, but then smile softly when he saw you blush.

“Well then sir,” you said sarcastically in a low voice, pushing away all sad thoughts. “I guess you have a destination then! Lead the way!”

And with that, you both walked down the streets of your house, shoulder-to-shoulder. The sky was getting dark and the yellow street lights glowed softly as you two passed. You lived near a train station so you could occasionally hear the train bustling away ahead of you. The two of you walked in silence for a moment and well…despite the unplanned occasion, you were really grateful Aizawa actually came; definitely surprised at first but his soft side (that he will probably never admit!) snatched your heart yet again.

The two of you continued to walk down through the neighborhood until you came across a familiar street.

“The Hotta Brother’s shop?” You questioned when you turned at a corner.

“Yeah,” Aizawa said in a husky voice.

Ok, to be perfectly honest: you weren’t really sure how the Hotta Brother’s Cafe was going to turn your birthday into an occasion, but you didn’t really care at that point.

Once the two of you walked towards to shop, you saw the “CLOSING” sign hung up on the door.

You pointed at the sign. “Oh…?”

“It’s okay, I have a key.” Aizawa pulled out a key from his pocket and opened the door with a sharp click.

“Do the brothers know you have their key?”

“Of course,” he replied. Then he grinned at you. “They just forgot that I haven’t returned it to them yet.”

You put your hands on your hips and shook your head in disbelief. “Eraser, you sly sly man.”

“Surprised?” He said with a wicked grin.

You smirked. “Not the least bit.”

You flicked the switch of the lights once you entered the shop. It was actually still remodeling and there were actually cardboard boxes everywhere—not exactly screaming “SPECIAL OCCASION” in your head.

You were about to sit down on the chair that you usually sit whenever you had one of your morning undercover meetings, but Aizawa stopped you with a raise of his hand and told you to follow him.

In the far back of the cafe, there were stairs that led up to the second floor that you didn’t know. Usually in meetings, you just sit on your reserved table (which consists of two wooden stools and a green camping crate placed in the middle which served as the table, fancy amirite?!) The two of you walked up to the stairs which led to an eerie empty room that made you raise a brow, but then you saw where Aizawa was walking towards to.

The second floor led right outside to a patio and once you spotted it, you sucked in a breath. The patio ramp wasn’t too low nor too high, and it was those ramps that had wide bars, allowing you to see the whole neighborhood along with the beautiful evening-blue sky that stared above you.

Aizawa set down your cake on a table and swung open the patio door. Before stepping outside he muttered a ‘wait a minute', and quickly darted down the stairs only to come back up with a large gray blanket and wait…was that his yellow sleeping bag?

“Oh Eraser, don’t tell me you literally take naps at Hotta’s Shop?”

“Of course I take naps here.” He shrugged casually as if that was the most ordinary thing. He laid the large blanket along with his yellow sleeping bag down out on the patio and invited you to sit. You sat down with your legs crossed and Aizawa carefully pulled out the cake, setting it on top of the box for good height.

The two of you were seated facing each other, with the small cake separating you both.

You leaned your head against the patio railing and Aizawa stared up at the late evening sky.

It was quiet for a moment, but the two of you didn’t mind. There were birds chirping even at this late of an hour and the two of you enjoyed the cooling breeze and neighborhood view.

“Hey,” you said, breaking the silence, your voice coming out almost as a whisper.

You stared at the cake in front of you. It was a vanilla strawberry cake with whipped cream frosting—your favorite kind and it was a tradition to buy this kind of cake on your birthday.

You looked up at Aizawa.

“Thank you…” You began. “For this. For…for actually coming here to celebrate my birthday with me. You know, when I realized no one could make it this evening, I was a bit devastated, and well, you came along and it really…” You shined a smile at him. “It really meant a lot, so thanks.”

He nodded and shrugged. “It’s nothing really. It’s almost your birthday, it’s a celebration ought to be celebrated with the person, right? Plus…you seemed quite disappointed at the empty room…” He said generously, the last few words coming out as a tiny mutter. The moment felt warm and a few times while sitting down, you had to remind yourself that this wasn’t an undercover act, nor was it a false persona you two were trying to pretend to be.

This was genuine. This was authentic.

You beamed happily, forever touched at his statement. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.” He smiled at you—the kind of smile that makes your heart skip a beat and wonder internally how handsome he can possibly get.

You stared down at your cake and reached out to tucked the candles carefully through the thick puffy cream. The night was getting darker now but thankfully the streetlights were able to cast some light through the patio. Aizawa flicked a match to light the candles and the two of you sang happy birthday (mainly you because Aizawa was too embarrassed to sing, how cute you thought!).

You stared at the now lighted candles. Watching the fire made your eyes soft and so you shut them and folded your hands together to make a wish. Aizawa stared at you closely, watching your peaceful expression as the flames danced in the air. You grew quiet, making a wish and when you opened your eyes, you blew all the candles out in a single blow.

“What did you wish for?” Aizawa asked curiously as you cut him a piece of cake.

You squinted your eyes at him. “I can’t tell you that! Or else it won’t come true.” You teased, taking a bite of the cake. Even though you buy the same exact cake every birthday, the taste never failed to disappoint you. The cream blended with the cake ever so perfectly, having the perfect balance of sweetness. You darted your eyes at Aizawa and you were pleased that he seemed to enjoy the cake as well. While you ate, you began to talk to him about your day and how you have been feeling lately—from miscellaneous troubles to simple pleasures of life.

“Don’t you think ice cream tastes better when the weather is cold?” You pointed out as you took another bite of the cake, your fork dangling on your lips.

“How so?” Aizawa asked. He laid his back against the railing with his elbows propped up.

“Hmm…” you tapped the fork on your lips pondering. “I don’t know, maybe it’s because it isn’t melting on the road, or it soothes the sore throat.”

“Y/N, I don’t think that’s a logical reasoning.” He replied coldly which only made you burst out laughing.

You sigh happily. “Ah, you and your logical reasonings,” you pointed your fork at him. “One day, you’ll get what I mean!”

You continued on talking about your life, even getting deep into some parts of your childhood life that you have never told anyone. But somehow, it didn’t feel weird or uncomfortable at all. In fact, it felt strangely right.

Sometimes you’ll stop mid-talk, questioning if you are hogging all the conversation to yourself, but whenever you do, Aizawa nudges you to continue with a “Go on” or “Continue, I want to know what happened” comment. And so you continue on, knowing he was listening intently with his nods and eye contact. You will ask him questions about his life and he will share his own life, not as detailed as yours, but enough to make you feel more personally connected with him.

——————

You closed the now empty cake box and cleaned up the plates, putting them aside. You sat comfortably on the blanket and you realized how late it was when you looked up. You could see the fluorescent moon peeking above the sky, but the streetlights illuminated the area just enough that you could still see clearly.

A cold breeze flushed over you, tickling the back of your neck as you rubbed your gloveless hands together. Aizawa noticed you shivering just a bit and adjusted his seat so he’s sitting right next to you. You initially thought it wouldn’t make a difference but you could feel a warm heat radiating off his body. You muttered a small thank you and Aizawa responded with a grunt and a nod.

Your cheeks started to feel warmer and warmer as you observed the handsome outlines of his face next to you—his hair was down, hanging attractively on his hero gray scarf. You opened your mouth about to say something.

You had something in your mind that you’ve been wanting to say for a pretty long time. And usually, you will tuck these thoughts away in your mind telling yourself that they are way too silly.

But ever since the last undercover mission in Tokyo…you’ve felt different. Like something has just finally clicked in your head.

Though, on the other hand, you debated to yourself whether if it is a good idea to say the thing that has been lingering in your mind.

What if he freaks out, or gets mad? You wonder to yourself but you blinked your eyes to sway those thoughts away.

The moment felt right. It was a sensation you couldn’t quite describe or explain, but you knew deep down in your heart that it’ll be okay.

“Hey,” you turned your head to him. “I have something I’ve been wanting to say, for a while now actually.”

You propped your knees up, you almost felt like hugging them but you didn’t want to act immature or too childish because you were serious. You were an undercover cop, a confession won’t bite!

You took a deep breath and looked at him in the eye and he nodded at you to continue.

“I……like you,” you confessed slowly, paying deadly close attention to Aizawa’s facial expression. You could hear your heartbeat drumming in your ears and everything felt like it was going in slow motion.

Aizawa raised his eyebrows in surprise and then closed his eyes, his original calm facade slowly returning.

Your heartbeat stopped, confused at his calm reaction. You wondered to yourself if you literally messed up right then and there.

But Aizawa then looked at you.

“I like you too, Y/N.”

You opened your mouth but then shut it at once when you caught the tone of his voice. His tone was almost too casual and you questioned if he actually got the message you were trying to give.

Oh gosh, did he really misinterpret what I was saying?

“Aizawa Shouta,” you patted his knee almost mother-like as you leaned closer. “As much as I love your logical and rational brain and how amazingly useful it is, I don’t mean just like, I mean like… LIKE-like— oh god this is not going so—oh!”

Before you could even finish your sentence, Aizawa lifts up your chin, leaned forward, and crashed his lips against yours. The surprised made you jump, completely shell-shock as your eyes widened. But sooner or later, you melted in almost immediately. The vanilla-creamed birthday cake tasted so much sweeter in his mouth and you instantly melted. It was a soft, delicate kiss and you felt a new chill down your spine. The kiss was delicate yet full of passion. Sensitive yet not so sensitive. You closed your eyes, feeling his warm touch but then opened them when he parted away.

This wasn’t a dream.

This was no undercover act.

This was real.

Did Aizawa just kiss me? The thought raced in your mind when you opened your eyes, your heartbeat pounding uncontrollably violently in your chest.

Aizawa leaned back with a smile on his lips. But it wasn’t the kind of smile that was sweet and innocent, it was a cocky one. The one that exerted dominance and passion, and you stared at him in disbelief.

There were so many things you wanted to say but your mind moved faster than your mouth and when you two parted, the only thing you could blurt out was a confused “Huh?”

Aizawa chuckled, his eyes flashing with vibrancy and happiness. He leaned forward to tuck a fallen strand of hair behind your right ear.

“Y-you like like me?” You asked in such a high and dumb pitch you wished you could think before you opened your mouth.

“If that kiss didn’t convince you enough, do you want another one?” He said ever so smoothly and calming.

A true freakin’ tease.

“I like you a lot, Y/N,” he said to you. “I thought you knew, I tried to give hints.”

“Hints?” You sputtered out with a laugh combined. “Eraser, I’m not quite sure I remember receiving any hints.”

As much as you knew Aizawa’s personality and attitude, you couldn’t read his emotional mind, and the thought of him trying to make moves made you giggle.

“Then maybe next time I ought to try harder then,” he advised.

You leaned forward and gave him an impulsive kiss on the lips again and put your palm over his hand.

“There won’t be a next time, but I’m…I’m so glad.” You smiled at him, you almost felt your eyes tearing up, not quite yet believing that this is real but at the same time, feeling a sense of remarkable relief and glee.

“Me too,” he replied, mirroring your expression with a grin.

You were overwhelmed with joy and euphoria, your head barely even processing that this was actually happening, but you didn’t want to miss any bit. And with that thought, you grabbed his black shirt gently and pulled him down for another kiss. But this kiss was different: there was a hint of lust, eagerness perhaps, but Aizawa kissed you back ever so passionately and you could feel a smile on his lips as you both pulled away, breathing slightly bit heavier.  

After the kiss, the two of you leaned back with backs against the patio door, and you laid your head on Aizawa’s shoulder staring at the night sky and full moon. It was silent, but there was this warm tingling energy surrounding you two, you didn’t need spoken words to make you feel this wonderful.

“What do you want to do now?” Aizawa asked beside you.

You intertwined your fingers with his and smiled at him. “Hmm… let’s just stay here for now, look at the moon, enjoy the quiet.” You cuddled up next to Aizawa, making him tensed at first but seeing your comforting smile, he wrapped you around his arm gently. This is why he liked you. You didn’t need anything extra or any wild excitement to please you. Instead, what pleased you the most was the mundane things—the simple ones. Nature, late-night talks, or randomly sitting out on the patio this late evening eating a birthday cake as you stared at the now starry sky.

“Thank you for the best birthday gift ever.” You added softly.

“Oh,” Aizawa said as he reached down his pocket and pulled out a small black box. “I almost forgot, here’s your birthday present.”

“Eh? You got me a present?” You saw Aizawa nodded and you sat straight up excitingly.

You carefully opened the black box and gasped in shock.

It was a watch.

Not just any watch, a very beautiful, dainty, vintage watch—with a golden oval rim and a dark brown leather strap. The numbers of the clock were in roman numerals and the hands had a unique vintage touch to it.

The kind of style you loved.

How did you know? You wondered in astonishment as you took the watch out of its casing and wrapped it around your left wrist immediately.

You awed.

It was so beautiful and touching and you reached your hand out to the sky, admiring the new accessory fully. How did Aizawa even find these kinds of vintage watches? They were a real rarity in Japan, not exactly something you go out and instantly spot. The last one you had was gifted to you by your mother, and it not only cost quite a bit but it took her weeks to actually find a genuine vintage watch.

The thought of that made your cheeks burn as you realized how much time Aizawa actually invested and cared.

“Aizawa,” You exclaimed. “Oh my goodness, thank you so much. How did- When did-“

You let out a breath, words couldn’t even explain how touched you were.

“You like it?” Aizawa said almost embarrassingly. You saw a tint of pink on his cheeks and you gaped.

“Like it? I LOVE it! This is perfect, truly. How can I ever return the favor?”

“A kiss perhaps?” He shrugged.

You smiled at him and leaned forward to share another passionate kiss. A soft thank you passed your lips as you parted away.

And as if by unspoken agreement, the two of you laid together, backs against the patio door but snuggled up by his old yellow sleeping bag that settled on top of your laps. You rested your head on his shoulder, staring at the night sky.

The two of you just stayed like that: cuddling up underneath the stars, talking about the most random things, enjoying each other’s warmth. A few times, you’ll glance at your new watch and admire it from a distance with Aizawa’s laugh in the background, being so relieved that you liked it.

And after a while, silence enters, but it wasn’t the tiniest bit awkward or uncomfortable. You actually really enjoyed it. It felt as if time stopped and you could enjoy the simple things of life peacefully. You could hear Aizawa’s rhythmic heartbeat and feel his chest go up and down from his breathing. You stared at the moonlight peaking through the faded clouds, and with the dim light and the presence of Aizawa next to you, your eyelids grew heavier and you eventually slowly drifted to an unexpected sleep.

—————

You woke up with three figures standing right in front of you, but with the sun hitting so brightly, your mind couldn’t fully process who exactly was there. You groaned a little bit, your back aching from the position you were in. You squinted at the bright sunshine hitting down on you.

Your neck was comfortably propped up by a soft pillow and your body was covered by not only Aizawa’s sleeping bag also another soft quilted blanket.

How you managed to get under a blanket and a pillow? You had no idea. Maybe Aizawa prepared it, but it was then you realized that you were wrapped under his arm and he was still snoring softly, ignoring the commotion that was clearly happening.

You nudged him softly and he gently released you, squinting his eyes just a tiny bit from the light. The sight made your heart awed. His bed-headed black raven hair covered his face in the cutest way possible.

But when your mind finally made out the figures standing right above you, you gasped in shock.

Your cheeks flushed. “Jiro! Ichiro! Oh…we fell asleep, I-“

“My god, you’ve been here all night?” Jiro Hotta exclaimed with his arms crossed and his brother, Ichiro Hotta shaking his head in disbelief next to him.

Yup, it couldn’t get any more embarrassing from here.

You widened your eyes and shook your hands wildly. “We just came here to talk and we sort of just fell asleep, but that’s it.”  

“Kissed a couple times,” Aizawa muttered with his eyes still closed.

Both men gasped in shock.

You glared back at Aizawa next to you and you could see a sly smile creeping up his face. Clearly, despite not being a morning person, he managed to let those specific words slip out of his mouth just like that.

You glared at the man beside you. “Aizawa, NOT helping!”

The patio door was wide opened and you swore the Hotta Brothers’ eyes could pop out in minute now given their shock expression.

Jiro Hotta closed his eyes and shook his head with a palm on his forehead and said, “Wait wait wait, let me get this straight. The two of you barged into our shop, walked into our second floor, and stayed here all night?”

“AND YOU TWO KISSED?!?!” Ichiro Hotta looked at Aizawa who was still comfortably snuggled up beside you snoring softly.

You palmed the back of your neck and smiled wearily. “Uhm…kinda like that?”

“KINDA?!” The Hotta Brothers exclaimed in unison.

Ichiro Hotta stomped his foot. “Our shop is a second-hand shop—“

“Didn’t you guys also used to trade illegal drugs for balding and erectile dysfunction here too?” You pointed out with an eyebrow arched up.

The Hotta brothers gave each other an awkward side-eye. “Uh..THAT'S NOT THE POINT! What I mean is that this is not a place for…” Ichiro shuddered in disgust. “For love-making.”

“We just kissed!”

“Sureee…” Jiro Hotta said sarcastically with a roll of his eyes, truly not convinced by your statement.

Oh boy, you thought. Today was really going to be an interesting day.

—————

It wasn’t long for the Hotta Brothers to scramble back downstairs. After a quick apology from you (you did kind of barged into their shop during the middle of the night) and a cold remark from Aizawa (nothing too threatening! Just a “if you brothers keep making a racket, I swear I will…” He may have slipped a cursed word here and there). But hearing Aizawa’s comment made the Hotta Brothers freeze in their tracks and grumble as they scrambled downstairs, making you slip out a giggle.

The sun shined brightly above you and Aizawa and when peered down at him with his eyes still closed, you smiled.

You scooted your feet under the blanket and crawled under Aizawa’s arm in which he gladly accepted.

Aizawa opened one eye to peek down at you.

“Happy birthday,” he said in a husky, morning voice.

You leaned forward to give him a peck on his cheek. “Why, thank you.”

Aizawa hummed back in response and pulled you closer. The scruffness on his chin tickled your skin which made you giggled out loud. You could feel his warm exhale and you just stared at him from below, admiring all his features once more.

“It's not nice to stare at people, Y/N.” He said with his eyes still closed.

“Well, you are quite the handsome man, how can I not?” You teased.

“Rrrreally.”

“Really.” You confirmed.

You pulled him closer and rested your head on his chest. The sun was bright and warm and you could hear the chirping of the birds and the shuffling of shoes below on the sidewalk. Everything was just right.

You smiled happily and closed your eyes, but it wasn’t for long for Aizawa to shift his body and begin placing kisses on your neck, making you giggle once more from the ticklelish touch.

*Buzz buzz!*

Aizawa abruptly stopped and you reached over to the side to grab your phone. You pressed the home button to find a notification from Officer Tsukauchi.

“Oh, it’s an update from Tsukauchi.” You announced.

You swiped your phone to read the text message.

[Tsukauchi]

— This Tuesday’s mission is at Ikebukuro station, but slight switch of plans.

— We might need to do the couple's persona again instead of the sales act.

You smiled when you read the text as you sat up with Aizawa.

“It seems like this week’s mission, we gotta be couples again.” You said with a wink.

Aizawa let out a breath from his nose and gently leaned over, making you fall on your back with a cute yelp. He locked your wrists above your head and peered down at you with a wicked smile on his face.

“Well, that will be quite easy,” he said to you from above.

You gave out a charming laugh and smiled. “It sure will. Now, just kiss me already.”

With that, Aizawa leaned down to give you a kiss on the lips. It was romantic in all ways possible, but it wasn’t too long until the Hotta Brothers came back up with coffee in their hands and cursed out loud a “WHAT THE ACTUAL-!!” when they saw you on your back with Aizawa hovering over you as you both kissed. You were sure half of the coffee was spilled to the ground.

“Happy Birthday, Y/N” Aizawa murmured to you, ignoring the brothers inside.

Happiness bubbled inside you as you melted in his words.

So maybe birthday wishes do come true.

As you stared into his eyes, you realized now is a moment for bliss. Perhaps more cuddling and kissing ahead, along with inexorable shouting from the Hotta Brothers, but you wouldn’t want to celebrate your birthday any other way.

This was already…perfect.

A/N: After reading Vigilantes, I love the Hotta Brothers so freakin’ much, they are such a humorous duo! And of course, we all love Aizawa’s rational-minded butt ;) Ever so thankful to all who read WDCT pt. 2, please don’t hesitate to comment or leave a message! I swear I’m sending a virtual hug to every one of you who took the time to read this fic 😭💞  Have a wonderful day everyone, and stay safe! 

[bunnyywritings]

Can I request Shinsou doing a hero-work study with a young popular female hero? But during the study he starts to gain feelings for them due to their energetic personality and how loving she was to him. How they understand his struggle with his quirk and such, in general just makes him feel more confident. But she doesn’t only sees him as a little brother kinda thing? I hope this makes sense 💕 thank you!

misunderstood and unheard

hitoshi shinso x fem!reader

[a/n: this is such a creative prompt, thank you for the request anon!!! enjoy some sad shinso, -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´- ps. for the sake of a hero theme, (y/n) is kinda like an alt girl...that’s how she dresses, her ideals, how her hero costume is designed and how her agency is decorated]

To say he was shocked is a bit of an understatement. He never thought that his work-study application to your agency would be accepted.

You were someone he looked up to, someone he admired. You were a young hero, no more than a couple years older than him and you were already in the Top 5 and had your own agency. You were known because of your quirk. It was very powerful but also seen as villainous. You had a history of never accepting any students for the work-study program, only accepting office interns. So imagine the disbelief on his face when Aizawa had given him the letter. He took it to his room and got comfortable. With fluttering fingers, he shakily ripped open the envelope and tossed it aside. He took a deep breath before carefully unfolding the paper. It was handwritten. You had taken the time to personally hand write him a letter.

‘Dear Hitoshi, I usually don’t take on any students for the work-study program, so I was a little surprised to see your application in my inbox. I decided to take the chance and look it over. Once I saw that you’re currently enrolled at UA, I requested to see footage from your practice matches and the sports festival. You show a lot of promise to become a top hero one day, you’re very talented. As you probably know, I have experience with a quirk like yours and seeing as there’s a lot of very unkind people and unwilling heroes, I would like to inform you that I will gladly accept your application for a work-study. I’m very excited to meet you and help you develop the kind of experience you need to grow as a young hero. I hope you’re ready, your first day starts this Friday at 7am. You’ve already been cleared from class if you decide you want to accept.’

You...you accepted his application...

He hugged his pillow to his chest and buried is red face into it. His heart was racing and adrenaline pumping. He had never been happier in his life. He 100% framed the letter and put it on his wall.

He woke up extra early on the morning of, he just couldn’t contain himself. He had decided to forgo the school uniform and dress in casual clothes, carrying his hero costume in the metal briefcase given by the school. It had definitely improved since his first year, it was simple but it worked. His heartbeat became more erratic as his legs carried him all the way to your agency building. All he could do was stand there, in absolute awe.

“Looks like we were both excited and got here early.” He jumped at the sudden voice beside him, eyes widening as his eyes landed on you. You were dressed in civilian clothes and it took everything in him to not drool. You definitely had style. He blushed when you tilted your head in a confused manner, realizing that he hadn’t responded.

“Y-yeah, sorry. I just c-couldn’t wait s-so...yeah.” He sheepishly scratched the back of his neck.

“Well then, come on in.” You giggled as you unlocked the door and held it open for him, he nervously walked. You followed behind him as he looked around in awe. You never really thought that your agency was anything special but he was looking around like he was in disneyland. People had described your office as very homey. There was an exposed brick interior, all the furniture was vintage looking, a turntable in the corner with a shelf of various different vinyl discs beside it. He felt like he was in his dream bedroom.

“Alright then, Hitoshi.” He turned to you, cheeks still pink. “Time to suit up.” The wink you gave him made his face burn. It was going to be a long day.

Going on patrol with you just made his adoration and pride for you grow. You had posed for pictures, did countless autographs, and even went out of your way to make a tik tok or two with some kids. There was no wonder why your social ranking was so high. Other than that, it was pretty uneventful. There was some guy trying to rob a convenience store while the both of you made your way back to the agency.

“Why don’t you take this one Hitoshi-kun.” You patted his shoulder encouragingly.

“Are you sure?” He cocked an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, I fully believe in you.” Your smile is what filled him with courage. 

He calmly approached the robber, “Sir are you sure you want to be doing that?”

“Of course! Now leave me alone you wannabe hero!” The second that shout left the man’s mouth, he froze. Eyes going blank.

You watched with your arms crossed, a small smile on your lips.

“Now why don’t you drop the weapon and put your arms around your back.” The man moved stiffly as he did what he was told. Shinso turned to you, eyes asking what he should do next. You unhooked a pair of handcuffs from your belt and tossed them to him. He caught them with ease and slapped them onto the man’s wrist.

After handing the robber off to the proper authorities, you both made your way to your agency. Ordering some lunch and eating it in your office.

“It must’ve been difficult for you.” His eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Growing up with a quirk like that.” After your clarification, he nodded somberly. Unpleasant memories resurfacing.

“All my life, I had been told my quirk was villainous. People were scared that I would take advantage of them, no one would talk to me...and sure things are a little different now but I still feel like no one truly gets it.” He didn’t know why he was being so honest but he felt like he could be honest with you.

“I truly understand how you feel. My own parents disowned me, they were disgusted by my quirk. My classmates were always terrified of me. They’d tell me that, even if I ever got to be a hero that I’d give the person I’m trying to save a heart attack. Even now as a pro, I get slandered in the press or while on patrols. I get called a demon, heroes like Endeavor are trying to kick me from the hero association.” His eyes widened as he listened to you talk, he could hear the tinge of pain in your voice.“Trying to navigate life alone is hard, I’ve been alone all of my life. When I saw you in the sports festival, the way people reacted to your quirk, I felt for you. I know what it feels like so I thought I’d-” Before you finished, a siren went off in your office. 

“Well, looks like lunch time is over.” You smiled sympathetically at him. “Let’s go.“

After helping fend off a villain and having you throw yourself in front of him to protect him, the two of you made your way back.

“Uhm there’s a locker room down the hall. You can shower before heading back to your dorm.” You smiled but he could see you were tired. Right before you guys could leave, Endeavor had some interesting choice words for you and him. You were quick to defend him from the current number 1 hero instead of defending yourself. He felt bad. It was only his first day and you had to protect him from a villain and defend him from the sharp tongue of Endeavor. He nodded and grabbed his bag, making his way to the locker room.

“What do you want Enji? Didn’t you already get enough earlier?”

“Don’t run your mouth brat. I’m here to drop off paperwork for the damage you caused.” The stack of papers he tossed thumped against your desk and you got up and crossed your arms, scoffing.

“The damage I caused? I think you’re confused Enji because last time I checked, my quirk didn’t cause someone’s house to catch fire.” You went to reach for the stack of paper but he caught your wrist in a vice grip and pulled you closer to him.

“Don’t think that you’ll ever get to the top (y/n), I’ll always be there to kick you down.” 

You chuckled, although it came off as more of a grimace. “That’s not very plus ultra of you Enji...you forget. Not everyone’s goal is to get to the top to try and revive any broken ego we have. Some of us are here to actually help people.” That didn’t please him as he shoved you away.

“I’ll be seeing you around (y/n).” He threatened. Shinso frowned as he watched Endeavor stomp out of the building, turning to you and seeing you rub our red wrist.

“Is everything okay?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, he just dropped off some paper work.” He approached you and softly took you wrist in his hand, thumb gently running over the slight hand print he left behind.

“Did he-?”

“It’s okay Toshi-kun, it’s nothing.” The smile on your lips was convincing enough for him to drop the topic. “Now, why don’t you head back and get some rest. I’ve got some paper work to do.”

“I can help you with that.”

“Oh no, Toshi you should really go and get some rest.” You shook your head.

“Please, let me help you out. If I’m gonna be a hero, I should learn how to properly do paperwork, right?” He smiled, trying to convince you.

“Okay fine. Go put on a record and I’ll order us some more food.” 

Over the next couple of hours, the two of you ate, did paperwork, danced around to whatever record was playing and just goofed around. After a bit, he had fallen asleep while resting his head on the desk.

“I told you to go home and rest.” You whispered, shaking your head. Picking up your phone, you sandwiched it against your cheek and shoulder as you placed your jacket over his shoulder.

“Hey Aizawa, your kid fell asleep while doing paperwork...yeah, I know...well I don’t mind keeping him here. I wasn’t really planning on heading home anyways...of course...thanks Shota.” After you hung up, you pushed Shinso’s hair back. “Sweet dreams Toshi.” You placed a soft kiss against his forehead. He tried hard to fend off the smile threatening to stretch his lips.

After that, the work-study lasted for 3 more months.

“Let’s go out.”

“H-Huh?” He stuttered, looking up from the paper work the both of you were doing.

“To commemorate your last day. Let’s go eat, it’s almost time to clock out anyways.“ He agreed and the both of you decided to go get some ramen. He couldn’t help but feel like this was a date. He knew it wasn’t but a boy could dream. As the both of you ate, he reminisced about spending so much time with you.

“I’m gonna miss you Toshi-kun.” Your sudden confession made his heart skip a beat. “I like having you around.” He paused, standing under a sakura tree that the two of you walked under.

“Is everything okay?” You asked as you turned around, standing in front of him.

“I-I need to be h-honest with you (y-y/n).”

“Oh okay, go ahead.” You smiled sweetly at him, trying to ease his worry.

“I think-I think I’m in l-love with you. You make me feel like I’m not alone and the things I experienced are valid. Y-Your smile makes my heart skip a beat and-”

“Oh Toshi-kun.” You gently cut him off. The sad smile on your face made his stomach drop. “I’m sorry Toshi, I’m going to have to cut you off right there. I can’t reciprocate those feelings that you have.” He was expecting that but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

“Why? Is-Is it because I’m too young? Am I not your type?” The slight desperation in his voice broke your heart as his eyes glistened with unshed tears.

“That’s not it at all Toshi but I can’t return the feelings because I see you kinda like a little brother. I care about you and want to see you grow...I’m sorry.” You didn’t really know what to do.

“Oh...no. I-I’ve probably made you uncomfortable. I’m so sorry, I-” He sighed, running a hand down his face, hanging his head in embarrassment.

“That’s okay Toshi, no need to apologize at all.” You gently patted his head. He looked up and wiped his eyes.

“Can I give you a hug?” The question made him bite his lip in contemplation. He decided to divulge and nodded. The feeling of being in your arms made him instantly feel better. The warmth radiating from you was comforting.

“I really am sorry Hitoshi. This doesn’t change anything though. If you want to apply to my agency once you graduate. There’s always room for you.” You leaned down and planted a kiss on the crown of his head. “You can rely on me if you ever need me.” You muttered, you could feel his shoulders shake, there was something wet seeping through your shirt. You went to pull away but he gripped onto you.

“Please...just a little bit longer.” He whispered brokenly. You held him closer to you, guilty for making him feel so upset.

Sometimes, things just aren’t meant to be.

Or are they?? (Alternate ending)

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Remember Me (Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!Reader)

Chapter 10

Remember Me Masterlist

Previously on Remember Me...

Warnings: angst and some fluff

Word Count: 2,175

A/N: A special thanks to @rae-is-typing​ for editing this fic for me! Love you so much!! ❤❤❤

“What do you think he’s going to do?” You whispered, looking at the screen. 

“You know the plan, J.J.” Roger focused on the screen. 

You couldn’t help but wonder if he loved his life because you couldn’t love yours. Every part of you wanted to scream and run, wanted to rebel against the orders but there was this part of you that didn’t let you have full control. Who would you be if you left? Where would you go? This life is all that you knew. You couldn’t leave even if you wanted to. 

“I’m gonna go on a walk,” you stated as you got up from the couch. 

“It’s late, J.J.” 

“Don’t call me that!” You let out a frustrated groan. “That’s not even my real name!” You yelled. Roger was stunned by your small outburst. He watched as you placed a light jacket on. Part of him wanted to lock the door, refuse to let you out and the other just wanted to give you the space you needed. 

“You can’t just leave, it’s not safe out there,” Roger tried to bargain. Yet, he stayed in the same exact spot on the couch.

“I’ve been a weapon for god knows how long, I don’t think I have to worry about the dangers of the city nightlife.” Roger knew you were right, yet, he knew the world is still a pretty dangerous place. 

“J.J., how about-” 

“No!” You exclaimed. “I just want to be alone, can I please be alone?” You requested.  Roger stammered for words, but you left the apartment. 

You took the elevator down to the lobby of the apartment, you didn’t know where to go, only that you had to get out of there. 

The harsh breeze stung your exposed skin as soon as you stepped out of the apartment building. Sounds of honking cars and people hailing taxis filled your ears as you trekked further into the sidewalk. It was crowded, pedestrians shoved their way through crowds with little regard for the well-being of the other.  You bumped into the strangers as you walked along the sidewalk. You rolled your eyes at the sixth stranger with a briefcase that you bumped into. 

“Why aren’t these damn sidewalks any bigger?” You mumbled under your breath. 

After walking for a couple more blocks, you spotted a park. Breathing a sigh of relief, you walked towards the park, settling for a nearby bench that overlooked a small pond. A duck and her ducklings waddled over to the pond, and you couldn’t help but notice how carefully the duck stood by the pond as each of her ducklings waddled into the pond. Once she was sure that every duckling was in the pond, she waddled in as well. Astonishment overtook you. Animals showing compassion was a foreign concept. Yet, there is was right in front of you. 

Turns out there were many things that you still didn’t know. 

Your own name and where you came from are perfect examples. All you knew was what they had taught you, tortured you to learn. A rush of heat surfaced at your palms, a gross reminder of the lack of control you had over your own life. You never asked for these. All they did is remind you that you’ll never be normal, you’ll never just be you; you’ll always be something to be controlled. 

Hatred for Zemo festered in your bosom, you fumed at the thought of what he did to you. You didn’t understand why he would do such a thing without giving any reason. 

“J.J.?” A familiar voice broke you out of your thoughts. Bucky walked towards you, shrouded in near-complete darkness walked towards you, only illuminated in the light of the street lamps. “Hey, kiddo, what are you doing out in the park so late?” 

You gave him a small shrug. Bucky frowns, immediately sensing that something was off. He gestured for you to scoot over. You comply a bit before glancing over towards the ducks once again. 

“What’s wrong?” Bucky gently asked. 

You couldn’t exactly tell Bucky what was wrong. Yet, for some reason, you wanted to. You felt like you could trust him, he had always given off this vibe that you couldn’t translate. 

Bucky assumed your silence meant that you were closing him off. “You know, you can always talk to me if there’s anything going on,” he began to say. “If there is anything at home that’s happening and you feel like you have no one to talk to-” 

“Home is fine,” you cut him off quickly. 

Bucky gave you a nod. “Does your dad know you’re out here alone?”

“Yeah,” 

“Is he okay with it?” 

“Probably not,” you whispered. “But he didn’t stop me.” 

“Did you want him to?” 

You stayed quiet, unsure of how to answer that. You did want Roger to stop you, but you also wanted space. 

“I miss my mom,” you blurted out. Bucky let out a soft sigh, placing his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in for a side hug. 

“I know, kid.” Bucky placed a platonic kiss on the top of your head. He fondness for you grew each moment he was by you. You reminded him of the past. “I miss my daughter every day.” 

“You have a daughter?” 

Bucky smiles sadly, breaking from the hug. “I used to.” 

“W-what happened to her?” You stuttered, fear sparking in your body at the risky question. You didn’t know if you were stepping over boundaries. 

“She Uhm,” Bucky cleared his throat. “We don’t know…” He felt tears begin to form in his eyes. “She was taken from us by some bad people.” 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I know how it feels to have things taken from you.” 

Bucky gave a soft smile through the burgeoning tears. “You know you remind me of her sometimes.” 

“I do?” You asked, meeting his bright blue eyes. “How?” 

“You ask a lot of questions,” Bucky responded. “She was only a kid, but boy did she ask so many questions too. She had dark brown hair, like yours, and Nat’s eyes…” Bucky couldn’t help but notice how similar you two were. He almost considered you her doppelganger. Bucky cleared his throat once again, a gust of cold air bursting through the park. You curled more into your light jacket, desperately trying to escape the cold. “Come on, I’ll walk you home, kid.” 

You sighed as Bucky stood from the bench and walked out of the park. “So, where exactly do you live?” 

“Down Fourth street.” 

“Fourth Street,” Bucky repeated. 

“They need to make these damn sidewalks bigger,” you muttered as someone pushed passed the two of you, yelling obscenities over their Bluetooth earpiece.

“You sound like a 100-year-old person.” Bucky chuckled.

“And you act like one,” you retorted. 

Bucky laughed. “Well, I am one.” 

You both stopped at the corner of the sidewalk, waiting for the light across the street to allow you both to walk. 

“Hold my hand, hon.” Bucky glanced behind him, spotting a father talking to his young daughter. “I don’t want to lose you.” The little girl giggled as she held onto her father's hand, swinging it slightly causing the father to grin. 

Bucky held onto your small hand, cursing to himself every time someone had bumped into him on the sidewalk. “Papa, how much longer?” 

“We’re almost there,” Bucky said. He stopped at the corner of the sidewalk, letting go of your hand to press the Street Crossing button. You looked around as your father focused on the light across the street to change. The toys in the window of a store caught your attention. Intrigued, you slowly walked closer. You giggled as a train display drove around the dollhouse display. 

Bucky was relieved when the light finally signaled that they were allowed to cross, he reached out for your hand but quickly noticed that you weren’t there. 

“Y/N?!” Bucky called out in a panic as people began to crowd the area he was in. His eyes frantically searched for your dark brown hair as he pushed past the crowd. 

“Fuck!” He muttered to himself. His heart raced, even more, every second that he couldn’t find you. 

You could hear your dad yelling your name but you couldn’t see him, there were too many people passing by. You scooted towards the wall, your breathing becoming uneven as panic began to settle in. 

“Papa!” You whimpered as you slowly slid down the wall, bringing your knees up to your chest. Tears began to fall down your cheek as the sound of the cars passing by got louder, the chatter of people that passed you sounded like they were yelling and your father was nowhere in sight. 

Bucky continued to push his way through the crowd, he saw a small form next to the wall. He let out a relieved sigh as he recognized the outfit, he rushed over to you, quickly picking you up. 

“Thank god,” he mumbled as he placed his hand behind your head. You cried into his shoulder. “Don’t ever scare me like that again, baby doll.” 

“I’m sorry,” your voice cracked. You tried to speak your breathing was still uneven.

Bucky pushed back your hair before kissing your forehead. “You’re okay,” he mumbled as he wiped away your tears with his thumb. “That was scary huh?” You gave him a small nod, your sobs slowly decreasing. “How about we go get ice cream? I don’t think mommy will mind if we’re home a little late.” You beamed at the mention of ice cream, Bucky couldn’t help but smile at your expression. 

“Bucky,” You tugged on his arm. He jumped slightly by your action, letting out a sigh when he realized where he was. “You okay?” 

Bucky took in a deep breath, “Peachy.” He noticed the light signal change, “let’s go.” 

You shrugged it off, following Bucky across the street. “That’s my apartment,” you said as you pointed to the building that wasn’t too far. Bucky gave you a soft nod. 

“After you,” Bucky said as he opened the door. 

“You’re following me in?” 

“I’m making sure you get into your apartment,” He smiled. “Just because I’m old doesn’t mean that I don’t know any of you young kids tricks.” 

You rolled your eyes and lead Bucky over to the elevator. 

“How long have you guys stayed here?” Bucky asked casually as you both walked into the elevator. 

You pressed the button for the fifth floor as you contemplate your answer. “Um, I want to say like a year?” Bucky raised his eyebrows. “I don’t remember,” 

The elevator stopped on the fifth floor, you exited out of the elevator and began walking down the hall with Bucky a few steps behind you. You stopped at your apartment door, turning to Bucky who gave you a confused expression. “I don’t have a key,” you mumbled. 

“There’s this thing called knocking,” Bucky informed you as he knocked on the door. 

“Well, thank you, Bucky for dropping me off! I’ll see you at our next lesson!” 

“Oh, no, you’re not getting rid of me that easy.” 

You groaned to yourself as the door opened. Roger quickly took notice of Bucky but he focused on you. “Do you know what you put me through this evening, young lady?” He snapped.

You rolled your eyes, pushing past him and into the small space. “Whatever,”

Roger watched as you walked towards your room, slamming the door behind you. “Sorry about that, Mr. Barnes,” Roger said softly. 

Bucky smiled politely. “Teenagers. And please, call me Bucky.” 

Roger nods. “Thank you for escorting her home.” 

“It was no problem. Goodnight, Mr. Jones and tell J.J. that if she ever needs to go on a walk for some fresh air to just message me? I think she could use someone to talk to.” 

“Of course, that would be much appreciated.” Roger felt so angry with himself, he swallowed his anger, withholding the urge to throw the vase that sat on the kitchen counter. But he felt angry for keeping everything that he knew to himself but he had to plan it out. He couldn’t be reckless about it. If he wanted to tell Bucky and Natasha the truth he had to do it with a foolproof plan,  one that not even Zemo would see coming. Bucky turned to walk away. “Actually, I would like to invite you and Natasha over for dinner tomorrow, if that’s alright?” 

“Dinner?”

“As a thank you for everything.” 

Bucky felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, he quickly went for his phone. He knew he just couldn’t say no. “Dinner sounds nice,” Bucky said with a smile. 

“Is 7 O’clock good?” 

“Perfect,” Bucky stated. “I’ll let Natasha know.” 

Roger gave bucky a small nod before closing the door. Bucky glanced at his phone.

You need to come home. Now.  ~ Natasha

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows at the message before running out of the apartment building. Bucky knew something wasn’t right. 

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I never wanted you to die ( Axl x reader)

A/N: Fic requested by this anon. It will be sad as hell, pure angst no happy ending.  Thank you so much to @smokeandmirrorz​ for editing this, he’s the best!

Summary : Y/N who is engaged to Axl is killed, and he finds it out after coming back from touring.

TW: Death, funeral, mentions of murder, sad as shit.

Axl was looking out of the window of his limo, his fingers absently playing with his engagement ring. He smiled because he still couldn’t believe that you said yes, that he was going to be your husband and spend the rest of his life with you. You were constantly in his thoughts. The tour had been wonderful but also tiring, and he missed you so much. Hearing your voice during a phone call was not enough anymore, and now that he was coming back he couldn’t wait to hug you forever.

“I just wish this fucking car would go faster.” He thought impatiently. However, when he recognized the block on which you two lived, he also noticed something strange. A dozen police cars were all parked in the driveway and on the street. He felt anxiety rise up in his chest as he started wondering for what possible reason the police could be there for.

Fire? A burglar? Fight between the neighbours? The car stopped and Axl felt a sense of dread as he realized that the police were right in front of his house. His heart started beating so fast he felt like something horrible must have happened, because why the fuck were there so many cops where you and him lived? He exited from the vehicle and told his driver to go away. While he started walking towards the building, every step felt like a punch in his guts and his mind was losing its sanity little by little.

He tried to reassure himself, he kept repeating that you will show up eventually, probably scared and hopefully not hurt. Then he will hug you and tell you that everything is going to be alright and that he's here now. But before he could reach the front door, a cop crossed his way. “I’m sorry sir, you cannot go in. This is a crime scene.” Crime scene? Axl’s face fell at those words, feeling his heart clench. “I’m Axl Rose. I live here with my fiancé Y/N Y/L/N. What happened?” He asked, trying to sound firm and authoritarian but failing. “Sir, I’m sorry I have to tell you this but Y/N Y/L/N was found dead here in the early afternoon. It has been confirmed to be a murder case." Everything stopped for the singer. All his surroundings were fading out. He felt like he was in a bubble, unable to get back to the real world but drifting away in a world of pain.

You can’t be dead, his amazing fiancé can’t be gone like that, who would dare to hurt such a perfect person? He felt the tears running down before he could stop them, and without any warning he found himself falling on his knees. He wanted to scream so bad. Get angry and punch something, but he felt completely drained. It has to be a nightmare, he often got those so all of this isn’t real and he will wake up in sweat only to find you sleeping peacefully next to him. His thoughts were erratic, maybe this was his punishment. Maybe this was the price he had to pay for his sins.

“You’ll poison everyone who you claim to love, because you’re so impure!” His stepfather used to say to him, and it couldn’t have felt more true than now. “Sir? Sir?” Someone was calling him, but his mind felt so far away. Five months before Axl was nervously biting his nails, checking his pocket now and then to see if the ring was still there. He asked you to come at midnight. To be sure he was on time and to relax and prepare a bit, he decided to come up on the roof five minutes earlier.

The view was beautiful from up here and the stars were particularly shiny that night. The only thing off were the noises coming from the party downstairs. Maybe choosing to do this the same day as their goodbye party before going on tour was not a great idea.

But Axl didn’t care, because he knew that he wanted to ask you to marry him right before going on tour, so he could have that nice memory cheering him up during the stressful period of being on the road. His thought were interrupted by someone opening the rooftop’s door. And there you were, so beautiful and stunning. The redhead felt so lucky to be called your boyfriend. He was 100% sure that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. “Did you want to talk to me?” You asked a bit scared. What if he wanted to break up with you? Axl smiled sweetly and held your hands, looking into your eyes. “Y/N, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. I was a broken man but you managed to show me what being loved feels like, you dealt with all my bad sides and stuck with me through my darkest times. But you were also there for me at my happiest moments, ready to hug me or kiss me. Ready to make me feel like the luckiest man alive. I can’t imagine a life without you and I don’t want to so…” and he kneeled on the ground.

“Y/N Y/L/N would you like to marry me?” You couldn’t help but cry as you saw him holding a beautiful ring, with tears in his eyes too. You wanted to answer back so badly, but you were too emotional so you simply nodded and when you gained your voice back you answered. “Yes, yes, yes. A thousand times yes! I want to marry you Axl Rose. You have no idea how much. You better finish this tour early so I can call you my husband!”

He looked at you and he gently kissed you. Both of you feeling like you were flying, too happy to be bothered by anything. You were about to call him your husband and there was nothing better than that. “Oh God, I love you so much Y/N!” He said picking you up and spinning you around. Present “Sir, sir, can you hear me?” Axl snapped back to reality, only to be crushed by the pain again. Everything was real, it was not a nightmare. He was still outside of your house and you were still dead. Gone forever as you took his heart away with you. “Sir, we need you to come with us to the station for some questions.” The policeman said, looking him in the eye. “I was touring for five months, I have an alibi.” Axl said, angry and disgusted that they could ever think he would hurt you in any way. “We know, we just need to know more about who would have killed your fiancé. Don’t worry, you can call your lawyer when you want, Mr. Rose.” The singer was too tired to argue, so he decided to follow him.

As soon as he entered the station, he felt all the eyes on him, but again it seemed like nothing but the pain mattered anymore. They held him for an hour, asking him general questions such as who could want you dead, if you had any violent ex-boyfriends or anything else who could have helped them.

He answered back without any emotion, because it was still so hard to believe that you were gone forever. They promised him to find the killer and they asked him to not leave the city. Axl almost laughed because he felt like he could barely move without you, let alone traveling outside the country.

When he got outside, he sat on the sidewalk and grabbed his phone. His hands were shaking and he felt more and more tears coming but he needed to be strong. He can cry later.

Biting his lips, he waited, until after three rings the person answered. “Uhm… hello?” Duff’s voice said, and the singer felt so guilty to have woken him up. The bassist was probably still hungover but Axl knew that without hearing or seeing his friends he wouldn’t make it. You’re so weak Bill, you’re a pathetic excuse of a man! And now more than ever, those words felt right.

“D-Duff… Y/N… is gone, murdered. I-” Axl wanted to continue but he started to hyperventilate. “Fuck Axl, where are you? What’s going on? I’m going to pick you up, just tell where you are, okay?” The blonde said, sounding as distressed as Axl was.

“O-Outside the police station.” He replied, trying to not sob.

“Five minutes and I’m there, just stay calm Ax and don’t move!” Duff said firmly, but a hint of panic could be heard in his voice.

Axl sat still, biting his nails and trying as much as he could to distract himself but his mind kept shouting intrusive thought at him. Eventually he had lost track of time, because now Duff was standing in front of him, gently squeezing his shoulder.

“Let’s get in the car Ax. All the boys are waiting at Izzy’s house.” He gently said, pushing the redhead inside his vehicle.

He sat down and looked out of the window, hoping that what was outside would distract him and burst that bubble of pain he felt inside his heart. However, he knew that it was useless.

Three years ago

Axl was so nervous and he didn’t even know why. It wasn't like it was the first time he was going on a date. But with you it felt different, almost special. He was constantly checking himself in the mirror, trying to look badass but also sweet and mentally stable, he didn’t want to fuck things up with you. He felt like you were the one.

A knock on the door almost made him jump, but then he opened it and found you waiting for him. The singer was struck by your beauty and he might have zoned out for a few seconds.

Then he smiled and grabbed your hand, leading you to your destination.

Everything went good, you two clicked and he found himself so comfortable talking to you about almost anything. However, something was eating him alive and you noticed it.

“Hey Axl, what’s wrong?” You asked gently.

“I like you and a lot.. but I’m scared that I will screw things up or scare you because I’m me..” He said, biting his lips.

“I like you Axl. I even like the not so good parts and I know the real you. I’ll be there for you, step by step, okay? Don’t be scared to give us a chance!” He cupped your face and gently kissed you, feeling totally different from every other kiss. And it was at that moment that he knew you were meant to be.

Present

Axl snapped back to reality right before Duff parked in Izzy’s driveway. He felt so exhausted but at the same time he didn’t feel like he could sleep. Only his brain was tired. Numbed by the pain and the sadness.

He saw Slash and Steven waiting for him in the doorway, a sympathetic expression on both of their faces.

The curly haired man then grabbed his suitcase and headed towards the guest room, as footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs. Izzy.

The singer felt like he was about to break down again, he couldn’t hold it anymore but fuck to start crying right in front of his band was different from what he did earlier and he didn’t want to be seen like this. Izzy stared at him, with the same look that Jeff would use every time Billy showed up with bruises at his door.

It meant “You can let it out, it’s okay, nothing bad will happen” and he knew you would have said the same, but you were gone forever and the only person that was close enough to break down his walls was his best friend.

The tears just fell, he didn’t make any sound but he felt them slowly rolling down his cheeks and before he could realize it he was silently sobbing in Izzy’s arms.

At that moment reality hit more than ever and your loss was so heavy on his heart. It was like a wave of pain crushed his heart every minute with increasing violence.

At some point the others joined them, Slash and Steven patting his back while Duff and Izzy made him sit on the couch. He felt too numb and exhausted to care about being seen like that, you were the only thing occupying his mind. The good memories mixing with terrible images of you laying motionless. And he was angry because all of this was not fair. He loved you so much and you did nothing wrong.

“Y/N is gone forever…” He said through the sobs and slowly he felt tiredness taking over.

So he simply closed his eyes, imagining your warm smile.

---

They say time fixes all wounds, but that’s bullshit.

Axl stayed at Izzy’s house, with the boys coming over every day to help. He barely ate or slept. He was mostly just staring at the ceiling or the TV.

Occasionally he tried to write a song for you, but the pain and all the emotions didn’t help him as well as he thought. He felt bad for his band, who basically had to be his babysitters. It hurt to wake up every morning and not find you by his side.

All his energy was mostly focused on the telephone in his room, hoping that his lawyer or police would give him news on your murder. But it never rang.

The boys would try to distract him, make him eat, sleep or do anything else really. But they didn’t understand that was the only thing that didn’t make Axl feel like he had lost all control.

Two weeks after your murder the phone rang. He was eating a sandwich just so Duff wouldn’t die from stress because the poor man was like a worried mother most of the time.

When he heard it he started running towards the bedroom and quickly picked it up and five minutes later everything was over.

“What did they tell you?” Slash asked impatiently. Axl was so wrapped up in his pain that he forgot the band were your friends too. “They said it was a robbery. Someone thought that Y/N would be with me on tour so they wanted to steal all my things, but they found Y/N, got scared and shot them. They could have called 911 and maybe Y/N would still be here.” Axl said with a flat tone, a single tear streaming down his cheek, as all the boys hugged him sadly.

---

He started to write a song for you.

Nothing much had changed, he still broke down while hidden in the bathroom. He slept two hours a night and ate one meal a day, but writing was his last hope. He fooled himself into believing that if he could say his last goodbye to you, things would be better.

---

A week later your funeral took place at a local church. Axl offered to pay for it, and your parents thanked him for everything he had done for you. Everything was so sad and Axl was glad neither of them or him broke down and cried when he told them.

It was hard for all the boys. Sure Axl was your fiancé but you were close to the rest of the band as well so all of them were pretty down. Especially when they had to see your casket and your parents breaking down while all your relatives were sorry for their loss.

Axl thought that this day was even worse than the one on which you died, mainly because now everything would be over forever. Now he had to see you laying dead and forever gone. He was the last to go to your parents, both of them tried their best to give him a sympathetic smile and they were very moved when he mentioned the song he wrote for you.

He also prepared a speech for you, his proper last goodbye. The one that only you, him and the people close to you will hear. Trying not to cry was getting harder and harder as he was listening to all your friends and family talking about how amazing you were and before he knew it he felt Duff tugging his sleeve and then whisper: “It's your turn.”

Slowly, he walked towards the wooden pedestal with the microphone. Then he took a big breath and started speaking.

“Y/N was out of this world, the best person anyone could possibly ever ask for. Sure there was attitude and sassiness in my fiancé but also love, understanding, talent, happiness and kindness. My darling found a way to love someone as broken and damaged as me, by bringing me together piece by piece, showing me what love was and that I deserve it.” He stopped for a moment, because he felt the tears coming up again.

“Y/N didn’t deserve to die the way they did, and I’m sorry to not have kept my promise to protect my fiancé. I’ll miss Y/N so much, I can’t even imagine how my life will be, but at the same time I won’t forget and I’ll love you forever my angel. Nothing lasts forever but you will be in my heart, babe.” He finished and got back to his seat, feeling the tears silently running down.

“Hey man, why don’t you come outside with Steven and I? He needs to find a bathroom and some fresh air will help you. We will be back soon, promise.” Slash proposed and the singer decided to follow him, feeling the need to be outside.

They sat on the church’s stairs as Steven ran towards the bar across the street. Saul lit up a cigarette and then offered one to Axl who gladly accept it. He tried his best to distract himself but his mind was racing at high speed, almost hurting him.

“Hey Ax, it was not your fault, you didn’t know. And Y/N loved you so much. It was almost sickening how much you two talked about the other when they were not around!” Slash said a bit awkwardly but the redhead appreciated it very much.

Before he could reply, Steven joined them and out of nowhere he hugged his singer. Axl was far too sad to be angry at that, so he simply let the younger man hold him for a couple of seconds, then all three got back into the church as the priest was finishing the ceremony. It had started to rain.

As everyone was getting outside, Axl gave one last sad goodbye to your parents before getting in the car with the band. The boys decided on where to stop to eat, not without arguing on what was the best place to go. Eventually, Izzy decided for everybody, ‘cause you don’t mess with Stradlin. The redheaded singer put his head against the window as he closed his eyes.

Before he could stop himself, his mind drifted to a memory with you.

“You better finish this tour quickly, rockstar. I can’t wait to call you my husband!”

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll be back soon and I’ll put a real ring on your finger.”

“ I already have a real ring Axie, don’t spend too much on me! I just hate having you away from me.”

“Well, I’ll come back and you will find me at your door, with a big bouquet in my hands. Just don’t go anywhere babe.”

“And where should I go? I’ll wait for you until you’re back and I’ll kiss that pretty mouth of yours as soon as you get here!”

Axl smiled sadly and couldn’t help but think that you didn’t keep your promise. He looked in the distance wondering what will happen next, but especially how he will live a life without you.

1 year later

“This song is dedicated to a very important person, who unfortunately isn't here anymore. Life is unfair and it takes the best people away. This is my goodbye to Y/N.“ Axl said, managing to not cry, as he started to softly play the piano.

He looked up and he felt the same warmth he used to feel when he was with you. He smiled sadly, then he started singing.

After a year, you were still in his heart, even if it hurt.

[ghostofvixx]

So glad|KYS|

The soulmate thing doesn’t work easily, but for you it gets ten times hardes if both of you hide your birthmark.

Genre: fluff + bulleted au

words: 2.7k 

warnings: swearing the title’s supposed to be so f*cking glad but we’ll talk about it some other time, uhm trying to decide if this is cool or absolute trash, cute at a certain point

other soulmate aus: | san | YEOSANG | yunho | wooyoung | mingi | hongjoong | jongho | seongwha | (no particular order)

Yeosang is usually a very confident person. We could say he has no complexes.

(yes, he doesn’t look like it, but he is)

Except for one: his birth mark

He just DOESN’T LIKE IT AT ALL, his friends -the ones that know about it- think it’s cute but he DOESN’T.

He has tried almost everything to remove it at this point

But nothing can remove it effectively on a daily basis

Not as effective as makeup at least.

And that’s how makeup has become indispensable for him since he was in high school: that’s how he hates his birthmark.

What he doesn’t know is that that’s the reason why he can’t find his soulmates.

he’s ready, he can feel it, he’s been ready for years now, but why the time doesn’t come?

      .:Keep reading :.

“You just have to know new people, you barely meet new friends Yeosang! Once you do it BAAAM the time will come.” Yunho tells him, overreacting as always.

Yeosang laughs, but deep inside him, he knows he’s right, just he doesn’t know how or when to know new people.

Then he began going to parties with the rest of ateez more frequently and actually getting to know ppl

classmates

ppl from other years

ppl from his uni and from other unis

but nothing happened

then he met you.

At first, it was just as usual: just some random person he had to be paired up with for a project.

Nothing new: he’s made a lot of friends like that,

but with you it was different,

he just felt SO comfortable with you.

He blamed it on your personality and your will to do the project right, and how attractive you were too

and you blamed it on the same thing

So none of you dummies realized just how comfortable and heart eyes emoji you were with each other

nor how both of your -covered- birthmarks were actually shining behind all the concealer.

Now let’s talk a bit about you.

Your birthmark is LITERALLY on your left thumb.

Why on your left thumb? Well, that will remain a mystery

Until you meet your soulmate at least

You don’t have that much of a complex but still, you don’t like it

So, knowing it’s the only thing that can tie you with your soulmate, you decided to not cover it for a while

Then you got tired of it and decided to put concealer on it.

It’s not that you wanted it, but you were lowkey mad at the world itself

because your soulmate was NOWHERE TO BE FOUND

Usually when you have a mark is because your soulmate is getting closer right? Or because you might meet them anytime SOON right?

Well not for you.

For you it was like it had to shine or something like that -words literally said by your friend, who liked all the soulmate stuff and had done researches on every type of soulmate in the world-.

So oh well here you are

you had eventually given up

maybe you’ll end up like those that won’t find their soulmates

but it was supposed to happen, right? You should have crossed paths with then at least ONCE for that to happen

But you didn’t

That’s what keeps you going, secretly you have some hope

Then you met Yeosang and you suspected

Because you had that THING like you NEEDED to boop his nose

Even if he wasn’t your soulmate you NEEDED to have something with him

Welcome to what we call: having a crush

crush culture is hard, maybe because you thought he wasn’t the one for you, after all, he isn’t your soulmate, right? AND ALSO because he was ALWAYS with his various friends

It’s like he barely had time for you

pretty understandable, taking into consideration that you guys weren’t the closest, but still he has told you so many times that you feel special

WHERE’S THE SPECIAL NOW KANG YEOSANG?

You barely see him outside class, you barely talk on the phone outside class

BUT YOU’RE STILL SPECIAL? WHAT?

The only time you see him is when he’s partying with his friends,,, and you don’t want to approach him

so you go unnoticed for the night

sometimes he’s noticed, some other he hasn’t

besides, you don’t like it when you’re with him in that mood, because everything becomes awkward.

“Y/n, do you want something to drink?” He would always ask you

you say no bc c’mon there are already a LOT of drunk people around

sometimes his friends,,, which is,, awkward

because sometimes they would ship you and uh that’s a nono on the outsides but a yes yes in the inside, right?

“Are you having fun?”

“I am.”

AND THAT’S ALL PALS

Not a single “would you like to dance?”

nor a singing along to the song together

NOTHING

T H A T ‘S  I T

His friends don’t say it, but they look at both of you as if they were saying “why are y’all as awkward lol aren’t you friends?”

and that type of thought haunt you sometimes at nigh

BUT THEN WE HAVE TO MENTION A SPECIAL PARTY

apparently that night his group of friends got mixed with another one

and he wasn’t feeling himself

he told you that morning that today he didn’t feel like partying, he was in a bad mood

“why?” You asked.

“Just… Some random soulmate thoughts.”

Every time he talked to you about his soulmate, your heart skipped a beat

“Have you found them” you voiced your biggest fear.

“I haven’t, that’s the problem.”

He then explained to you that he couldn’t find them and that made him sad,,, especially today,,,, for no special reason

“O-kay?” You said. “Well, just try to enjoy yourself for once! You’re still young, you’ll find them soon! We’ll see each other probably, by the way.”

His heart jumped in his chest,,, how can you be,,,, as perfect for him? He just feels like it.

Like you were made for him

but then not really.

Back to the point

you were RIGHT about to approach him,,, then you saw who he was talking

that person wasn’t from his group of friends,,, nor a person you knew

and they were talking so,,, close,,, so so close

you don’t mean to do it, but you’re sure you’re pouting because you can sense some chemistry from them???

Or is it just you?

It was one-sided, but those types of things are hard to see when your crush is being flirted at.

Then some boy named San sat between them and that caught Yeosang’s attention completely

actually everyone’s attention too

even you, who barely know him, know it’s a part of the “San effect”, he’s the nicest boy ever

overall when he whispered something into Yeosang’s ear and suddenly Yeosang began to look for someone in the crowd

until his eyes met yours

and his smile lighted up

and omg he’s just so cute god pls help me

you know when he just looks so tiny when he smiles bc he’s excited abt something?

THAT’S THE WAY HE LOOKED AT YOU

T I N Y

and you k n e w you had been admiring him for too long without smiling back or smth because suddenly he frowned

and then you panicked

you’re not subtle at all lmao

for some reason, you seem like an open book to him

so, after panicking, you just leaft asap

not knowing he was actually going to r u n after you 

why? He doesn’t know, he just adores you and can sense something’s wrong

so yeah he said goodbye hurriedly and ran after you and stuff and finally found you outside the house where the party was being held, walking back home.

“Are you leaving?”

you were astonished and flustered to listen to his voice

“I am.”

“Why? It’s soon, isn’t it?”

“I’m suddenly tired.” You said and turned back.

“Suddenly? I mean-”

“Yeosang, you’ve drunk, I’m sure, why don’t we talk tomorrow?” You didn’t mean to sound rude, but back then all you neededd was: a bed

to sleep!!1!111!!1!

not to cry11!!!1!1!!

“I haven’t drunk that much.” It was the truth, he’s not the best drinker, but he’s not a bad one.

“Well, we’ll talk when you are 100% sober, okay? Besides, you seemed pretty entertained-” You stopped all of the sudden

now he knows you’re jealous!!!!!!! ah these kids nowadays

however, you were cool bc if he remembered that the following day, you couln blame it on the alcohol

WHY DID YOU THINK HE WAS THAT DRUNK GOD HE’S A SAINT HE’S BARELY DRUNK YOU DUMMY

but well never mind, you just kept living in your little world

AND you had given the other dummy an idea

“But I don’t want to drink anymore~” he said in a singing voice that m e l t e d your heart. “I’m not wasted, but I know I’ve drunk and my friends seem pretty irresponsible right now.”

he just wanted to spend some time with you you know

“Oh,,,” what else can you say? Was he REALLY saying he’d rather be with you?

OH

“Then what can I do for you?” You asked

“Let’s take a seat somewhere? Is it fine by you?”

“You’re the alcoholic one here my dude.”

“Shut up, I still can talk! You should speak to Yunho right now.”

“Not a nice influence, Yeosang.” You said jokingly. Actually, you know Yunho and he’s the nicest dude out there

another softie

but not in the same way as Yeosang.

“Still, you won’t remember tomorrow, right?” You asked him.

“I probably won’t.” He decided to play that game.

You ended up taking a seat on a bench inside a park,,, to talk about some stuff and all that

and it’s comfortable for a few seconds

until you realized the boy is literally sweating

and you probably are too bc it was so hot inside,,, and it’s not rlly cold on the outside

so you grabed some wipes from your bag

“Do you want one?” You asked the boy “They’re cold.”

“Why do you have them in your bag?”

“Oh come on, you have to be ready for parties, don’t you have them inside your bag?

“Uhm, not really,,, maybe I should.”

you felt a bit ridiculous, but then he actually takes one and smiles

“summer’s coming and this is cool, better be safe than sorry”

He always has that ability to make you feel right

“I’m actually going to remove my makeup.” He commented, laughing.

He was a bit scared, but you wouldn’t notice if he didn’t pass the wipe where his birthmark is, right? Besides, it was too dark to actually see it.

But when he’s in the process of removing it, you see that he’s not doing it right

I mean one side of his face was going to disappear if he kept rubbing while the other one remained intact

so you decided to do it yourself because WHY NOT and well

he panicked, you panicked, but continued being awkward as if nothing was wrong

THEN the time comes, he closed his eyes, focused on how intimate and nice this feels 

and you passed the wipe right next to his left eye, where his birthmark is

while you were holding the wipe with your right hand, where your birthmark is

the moment feelt like a movie

because right when you had passed the wipe, his eyes opened and he held your wrist, and you looked at him shook

and was it you or are you a bit closer than before?

but THE thing is that you could see his birthmark because it’s shining with a very subtle light

and yours was too

but you made no comment because he was only just looking into your eyes and holding your wrist,,, he hadn’t made a single comment

has he even realized?

he wouldn’t tell you

but dude you had sEEN EVERYTHING YOUR CRUSH IS YOUR SOULMATE???

Apparently, he just didn’t care??? So you pretended you hadn’t noticed too??

:(

and the night went on and he still maDE NO COMMENT

D:

DDDDDD:

So ye he just accompanied you home and said goodbye with a smile

HAS HE REALLY NOT REALIZED?

Were you the only one that has felt their heart in their throat?

Is the soulmate thingy broken for you?

There’s literally no other way to explain it

and you couldn’t sleep because all you could think about was the fact that he wuldn’t remember

he had told you

and when you see him on Monday you go ignoring him hours because hoW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO TALK TO HIM?

Are you really his soulmate?

“y/n”

DAMN IT, HIS VOICE ONCE AGAIN

“y-yes?”

“I remember you know?”

oh,,, THEN WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?

“Y-you do?”

“I’m sorry for reacting that way.” SO HE KNOWS? “Next time I won’t pretend I’ve drunk, I could notice you were awkward.”

nvm apparently he doesn’t

Eventually you changed your mind tho

Like homeboi be dropping hints about finding a soulmate but he yeeted your feeling through the window

That must be because he knows right?

BUT WHY DOESN’T HE DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT????

Suspicious

It was starting to get you on your nerves

He would ALWAYS vent to you about finding a soulmate, about being ready, about feeling it close

HOW CAN HE NOT KNOW GOD YOU WERE SO ANGRY

He always felt like you wouldn’t want to talk about the soulmate thingy, and he wouldn’t usually talk about that subject, knowing it bothered you

He thought that it was because you were frustrated bc nobody would come through

Dummy

Both of you dummies

One day it all just??? Exploded???

You had an awfully taught day at college, and when you talked to him about it you couldn’t even bring out the subject

“Sh, y/n listen, I’ve been thinking about it and I have a theory,,, do you think she’s my soulmate?” And he pointed discreetly to one girl standing on the other side of the road

“w-why would you think that?” Can you hear a crash? Yep, that was your heart.

“I don’t know, she’s with me in my math class and we get along well, I’ve known her for a few years now and-”

“Do you not like me?”

Yeosang was astonished.

“what?”

What what? Why does he looks so confused?

It made you feel so angry

“Look I understand if you don’t like me as your soulmate and you only see me as a friend and all that, just don’t rub it in front of my face, I feel awful every time because I like you so much Yeosang, you don’t even know-”

“what? Soulmate? What are you talking about?”

You don’t feel like a clown, you feel like the entire circus.

“Didn’t you know??? That we’re soulmate?”

“I- YOU- WHAT? MEN NONONONO ABSOLUTELY NOT WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT”

It’s always fun listening to Yeosang getting confused, annoyed, and surprised in tiny font.

Some curious people were looking at you so you decided to take a seat at a park so that you can explain the situation through.

It was just both of you, face to face, like that night.

“I discovered it the last time we went to a party, remember? We went to a park like this…”

And instead of just explaining, you repeated the action, your left thumb lightly caressed his birth mark covered with make up.

“My birth mark is how I can find my soulmate?”

“Yep.” You nodded. “Mine is too, though it is not as visible.”

“That moment was meant to happen, didn’t it?” He half-smiled so fondly you were about to faint.

“So, about liking me and stuff…”

God you were so shy

And he was too

But he moved his head forward and looked at you straight in the eyes

“ I can’t imagine anyone better for me, I’m so fucking glad it’s you.”

Butterflies? You felt and entire zoo going up and down your body when his gaze fell to your lips

“So fucking glad.” He repeated, and kept starring at you, but not moving forward.

How can he not be so AWKWARD right now??? You literally went completely RED????

But you said fuck it I’ll do it myself

And joined your lips

And finally you felt it

Yes, so fucking glad.