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thunderheadfred · 3 years ago

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❄️Todoroki HC's🔥

Aged-up pro hero Shouto. NSFW under the cut. Minors do not interact.

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General

Might as well be tied with Bakugou for the #1 pro hero spot; they seem to pass the crown back and forth every other year. Everyone knows about their intense frenemies uber-rivalry. Well. Everyone but Shouto.

He's asked to speak at a lot of charity events. If he has time to prepare (and hire a speech writer) he is capable of stirring crowds to standing ovations. But if caught unawares... he gets cornered into hilarious on-the-spot interviews. He's been memed. Mercilessly.

He's an OP character, but unfortunately he rolled -500 in fashion sense. Eventually he wises up and hires a stylist. When he finally cuts his hair a slightly different and even more flattering way, it's a national event. People faint in the street.

Does god-awful sleight-of-hand magic tricks when he meets young fans, even though nobody asked him to. The second-hand embarrassment is palpable. But he keeps doing it. God, why does he keep doing it?

Has hovering arm syndrome in every fan photo.

Super into pop music. Not a fan of any particular group or artist, couldn't tell you the name of a single song. But every time he turns up the volume on the radio it's like... really? THIS? Probably pumps that shit through his hero agency to keep up morale. Has no idea what you mean when you tell him his music taste doesn't match his personality.

Similarly, he enjoys brainless romantic comedies and old silent movies. Doesn't laugh at jokes but loses it over physical comedy. Thinks Buster Keaton and Harold Lloyd are the funniest people who ever walked the earth.

He's long and limber. Runs practically a hundred miles every day just to "relax." Doesn't even get sweaty doing it. A filthy yoga addict. He'll probably live to be 200 years old.

He can regulate his body temperature for quirk use but in everyday life he's always half a degree outside the Goldilocks zone. It drives him quietly insane; he has an epic love-hate relationship with his thermostat.

Has a therapy animal pet. Doesn't matter if it's a dog or a cat or a bird or an iguana or a teeny tiny rodent. It's the best-behaved animal in the country and speaks more languages than you. It has its own room and an instagram account with millions of followers.

Lives in a traditional Japanese estate that doubles as a national treasure. Probably has government-appointed snipers at the gate, and he's just like, "don't worry about it." You are afraid to touch anything. Fuck, don't even look at anything, just to be safe.

Has an outstanding personal chef who only gets to cook five things unless (thank fuck!!) company comes over. Impossibly picky eater. He rotates between a few "safe" foods and suspiciously side-eyes everything else. If you cook something unfamiliar for him it will be the most awkward meal of your life, because he'd never tell you he doesn't like it. But oh lord, just look at his face.

This clashes directly with his love of traveling. Frequently uses his hero earnings to visit exotic foreign locales over long weekends... but rarely tries the food.

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Dating

A grey-ace demisexual disaster. You could count the number of people he's been attracted to on one hand. He falls madly in love every time and always gets his heart smashed to pieces when his crush can't magically intuit the meaning of his frigid longing glances and generically courteous romantic gestures.

Which is stupid, because he gets propositioned constantly. He can't walk out the door without being flirted with. People keep slipping him their phone numbers and he always directs them to his agency like a moron. It's a good thing he will never understand how attractive he is because that's the only thing keeping him from total world domination.

Conventional attractiveness does not compute. Shouto doesn't have a type, doesn't care that he's an eleven whilst you are merely mortal. He will fall for your personality above all else.

Probably falls head over heels because your schedules overlap in a completely ordinary way and he witnesses you doing something endearing or brave or most likely: utterly mundane.

Pick a favorite, because you're his favorite coworker, or his favorite barista, or his favorite random bystander in line at the grocery store. You made him smile once; then he spent the next three months daydreaming about your future together before you accidentally stomped on his foot, initiating your first real conversation.

He's big on healthy communication. HUGE. He goes to therapy and it shows. Will talk through literally everything to the point of delirium. Sometimes his dedication to resolving every issue right away can get overwhelming; sometimes you just need some frickin time alone. But it pays off, because the two of you have practically never have a "real fight." There's just no way for bad vibes to fester.

STILL, his family wasn't exactly... erm... verbally or emotionally supportive, shall we say. For that reason, he might not give you all the compliments you deserve, because it simply doesn't occur to him to do so. He assumes you know how he feels. If you're self-conscious or insecure in the relationship, it might take him a while to notice. But when he figures it out (or even better, when you tell him directly) he will make it up to you with enthusiasm.

Will take you on lavish dates. Spoils you rotten without actually intending to. He's clueless about money. If you wanted a sugar daddy, you just hit the fucking jackpot. But if the word valet makes you uncomfortable, perhaps suggest some romantic picnics instead. He can still go all out with the food and five-star location without making you see cartoon dollar signs.

Chronic Insomniac. Stays up too late watching YouTube every night. His viewing history is an incomprehensible blur of k-pop music videos, serial killer icebergs, and super girly crafty ASMR channels. When he's watching a video, he is unreachable. Please call back later and try again.

He's disgustingly cute when he sleeps. Doesn't snore, but drools. Sometimes the drool freezes and leaves frost trails on his face in the morning. Still sleeps with the giant stuffed cat pillow that his mother gave him when he was like, zero. He'll inadvertently suffocate you with it, and you will welcome death with open arms because awwwwww!!!!!

The first time he tells you he loves you will be after your traditional Japanese shinto wedding. You won't hear it again until you start a family. Honestly, it's a good thing he doesn't say it often and is always holding you when it happens. It's a knee-buckler.

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Icy-Hot

I don't even need to say it. Shouto is as old-fashioned as they come. You will never open another door or pull out another chair for yourself as long as you live. He will ask before he holds your hand. He will ask before he kisses you. He will stop and check in if you so much as breathe funny during sex.

If you don't orgasm at exactly the same time while staring into one another's eyes, he'll consider himself a failed lover. God forbid you want him to pound you into the futon... cause you are going to have to present that scenario to him in writing first.

Physical intimacy rarely leads to sex. He loves cuddling, craves physical affection. He'll sprawl all over you and turn into goo while you hold him close. He's an amazing, astounding, phenomenally good kisser. And that's... nice and all... but sometimes you have to grab his face and say, "Shouto, I'm horny," before he's like so that's why you're currently dry-humping me?

Even if he isn't technically a virgin the first time (or the millionth time) you sleep together, you won't know the difference. He's a blushing violet. Every. Fucking. Time. This doesn't mean he's a bad lay, oh no. But there's always ten minutes of confused bumbling before he hits his stride and remembers oh yeah, I DO know how to fuck good.

Absolutely silent during sex. Focused. Intense. Sometimes you have to push him a little to make any kind of noise at all, just so you know you're pleasing him (oh don't worry, you are).

His cock is Just Right. Not to big or too small. Perfectly proportioned and symmetrical. Somehow pretty. Like a fucking factory prototype. It truly is not fair.

Gets handsy and restless at night, even if you both have work the next day. Seems to crave sex at three in the morning. You've given him more than one exhausted handjob.

Gets offended if you don't cum. Will go down on you for hours. Of course he uses his quirk to tease you. He doesn't typically use it during actual intercourse, but he's all about foreplay, and he'll use every tool in his arsenal.

His sex drive is completely fucking unpredictable. Sometimes he's all over you, other times he's an icy slab. His line of work leaves him busy and stressed on a near-constant basis, so you can't entirely blame his personality for this one. Just give him some time and help him take care of his basic needs. He'll come back around soon enough.

#todoroki shouto #todoroki x you #todoroki x reader #todoroki x y/n #gender neutral reader #todoroki headcanons #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #smut #fred writes #bnha #mha

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iriel3000 · 3 years ago

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She's Not Her

Summary: Clint spends too much time with the Black Widow look-alike from Rogers the Musical and Kate doesn't like it. @be-compromised Valentine's mini promptathon 2022.

Based on and inspired by @alphaflyer prompt Grills gets straight to the point. "There's someone in Central Park, LARPing as the Black Widow. Thought you should know." With apologies to Alpha, I didn't use the prompt as written but hope I kept with the spirit.

Triggers: This is NOT a Valentine's fic. If you are looking for good guy Clint...run away. You will also not find morally upstanding Clint or family man Clint.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Excerpt:

Incoming text from Grills Small fire. Had to clean up. Sorry going to be late

Clint no problem. gotta run to Kate’s. meet you at park on way

Barton was in New York for a couple of weeks helping his new protégé, Kate Bishop, with Avengers recruitment training. Before arriving, Clint made Grills a special retractable sword for LARPing as a thank you for sticking his neck out during Christmas.

Not wanting attention, Hawkeye threw his hoodie overhead and strolled downtown. Central Park was alive with joggers, moms with strollers, yoga classes and artists. A gaggle of oddly dressed role players greeted him heartily.

Orville called for a break.

“How's it going?” Grills walked over to shake his hand. Clint passed him a compact rod. “Is this it? This is awesome!”

Grills whipped the sword to full extension, testing a graceful slice through the air, killing his next imaginary foe.

“Glad to help.” Clint nodded, trying not to be too amused by the young man’s enthusiasm. “What’s going on today?”

“Drills for the upcoming tournament at Niagara Falls. We had some new people join the group so Missy set extra practice times.” Grills closed the sword then opened it again. “Speaking of, one of them is Cynthia’s roommate. She’s been bugging me to meet you.”

Clint made a face. He wasn’t good at meeting ‘fans’. He preferred if Kate were here for that.

“She’ll understand if not, might be weird.”

“Let me guess. Archer?”

“No.” Grills said slowly and jutted his chin towards a group of girls. “Her.”

Barton’s vision narrowed and everything around faded. The Black Widow from Rogers the Musical chatted with another Viking, pretending not to notice them talking about her. A far away voice called his name.

“Clint.”

Focusing on Grills, Hawkeye choked down the nauseous feeling that threatened to overwhelm him.

“If she’s a friend of yours, sure.”

“Come on, it’s cool.” Grills waved.

The twenty-something bounced over but stopped short, suddenly becoming shy.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Clint.” He offered his hand.

“Hi,” she smiled, holding his hand more than shaking it, “I’m Nadia.”

Hawkeye couldn’t help but stare. He’d seen many black widow look-alikes over the years but never one so dangerously close to the real thing, even her name was reminiscent of his partner.

“Grills said you saw Rogers over break.” She clasped her hands behind her back looking up at him with long lashed blue eyes. “Did you like it?”

Nadia bit her bottom lip. Clint found himself wanting to nibble on it too. He cleared his throat trying to remember the question.

“I liked the way you danced…I mean, Nat was a ballerina. You did a good job. She would’ve liked your dancing.”

“That means so much coming from you, thank you.” She beamed and touched his arm. Clint swallowed hard. “We changed a few things since the first performance. I could leave tickets for you and Kate? If you’re not too busy.”

Kate. Shit.

“Sounds good. Can I get your number from Grills and let you know when? I’m supposed to be at Kate’s now.”

She looked from Grills to Clint and back to Grills, nudging the tall firefighter.

“Actually, we're heading to McCaffrey's when we're done here. Why don’t you and Kate stop by later?”

“She and I have an early recruit session tomorrow.” It was a lame excuse but he was uncomfortable with how much he wanted to see the singing Black Widow again.

“They have really good pizza…” The pretty actress baited.

It had been months since he ate a good New York slice.

“We’ll swing by.” Clint conceded, tearing his gaze from Natash…Nadia. “See you both then.”

At Kate’s, Clint put the final touches on her indoor range. She wanted to order dinner but he suggested McCaffrey’s with the group.

“Grills will be there?” She perked up.

“He said make sure to bring you.” Barton didn't feel the need to tell her about the Rogers tickets yet.

“Let me get changed!” Kate bounded off to her room.

The LARPers had their own section on the upper level. Whether it was because they were regulars or because the staff wanted them separate from the locals, Clint wasn't positive.

They found their way to Missy, Wendy and Orville. Kate, having been on the west coast the past few months, screamed and ran into their arms.

“I missed you guys so much!”

Grills came up from behind and handed Clint a beer. Kate and Missy sauntered down to the dance floor with the rest of their group.

“Thanks.” Clint took a sip. “Missy work you hard?”

“And then some.” He scoffed. “I’m about ready to pass out. I don’t know how all these girls are out on the floor. Shoot, especially Nadia. Dancing six days a week in the show and Missy’s strict practice times?”

Clint huffed a laugh, eyes sweeping the place but he knew where she was. He spotted Nadia the moment he walked in, tracking her in his peripheral as he spoke to the boys. He tried to get involved with the conversation but his eyes were drawn to the dance floor below.

Nadia stood out amongst the pulsating crowd, dancing in a short black skirt and barely there halter. She caught his eye and waved, letting her hand run down her neck and between her breasts.

Clint took a long swig of beer.

Her voluptuous hips swayed to the awful music. Wavy red hair slipped through her fingers as she raised her arms over head and arched her back. It was like watching Natasha seduce a mark.

Except this time, the target was Clint.

She danced with Kate and Wendy, rejecting every man that approached, staying in Hawkeye’s view the entire time looking up occasionally to make sure she had his attention.

“Am I right?” Orville hit Clint’s shoulder knocking him out of his trance.

Clint automatically agreed, to the dismay of the three around them.

The girls came back up and they all made their way to a big table. Kate sat next to Grills. Nadia maneuvered next to Clint near the end.

They talked, closing themselves off from the others. She scooted within his space, resting her bare knees on the inside of his, looking completely enamored of him.

“You need my number, don’t forget. For the tickets.” She added quickly.

Clint took her phone and called his. She leaned in, reached through his arm and pressed VIP next to his name, smiling. She was so close he could feel her breath.

A jab to his ribs made Barton sit up straight and jerk his head.

“Ready to go? We have to be at the course early.” Kate shot Nadia a dirty look.

Knowing he would only get himself in trouble if he stayed, Clint agreed and stood to say goodbye. He held up his phone with a little shake to Nadia as he walked out.

Making sure no one was looking, she held up her phone and waved goodbye.

Please click link below for rest of story...it only gets worse from here.

Check out all of the prompts too!!

#be compromised #valentine's mini promptathon #hawkeye #iriel3000fics #clint barton #black widow #clintasha #natasha romanov #strike team delta #clint x natasha #clintasha fanfiction #clintasha fanfic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #iriel3000fridayrecs

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refairy · 2 years ago

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Alright, Ashanti! Same rules as Cocoa.

I'm gonna give you nine men and nine scenarios. You have to pair a man with a scenario, but you have to guess what pairings I chose. It's an all or nothing gamble. Some of these men you like, some I like, but overall...just channel your inner me.

The Scenarios

Okay, so...you've got this ex, right? He's always been a little...possessive, and a little obsessed with you. Your new boyfriend claims he can handle the other guy, but you aren't sure how true that is. Your ex has a crazy streak. Who's this ex?

It's a heatwave and your air conditioner is broken. Your maintenance man informed you that several other complexes that he oversees are having the same issue and he won't be able to get to you for at least a few hours. Luckily, your neighbor next door as a nice, cool apartment and a soft couch he's willing to let you crash on until your problem is solved.

Your job has you taking the lead to try and "sell" your proposition to your next client. Upon meeting the man, it was clear that he was attracted to you, but you wanted nothing to do with him. Unfortunately for you, he's very persistent and you still haven't closed the deal. Do you use your wiles to secure the bag? And oh yeah—who's the guy?

There's this guy in your class at university who you can stand. He just...doesn't know how to shut the hell up. It would be less annoying if this wasn't an eight a.m. lecture over the subject you hated the most. And it didn't help that your professor seemed to love the guy. All matters were made worse when you were paired up for the semester group project.

Happy Valentine's Day! You're filming today, so you don't have a hot date. But you also just so happen to be filming a love scene with your costar. Who's the lucky guy?

New year, new you! Fresh off a breakup, you decided to get back into the gym. Sure, you were making sure not to lose complete control when you were with your ex. But damn, did you want to feel better after the shit he put you through. You even took the steps to get a personal trainer. A fine ass personal trainer, at that...

Your best friend is getting married and she wants you to be one of her bridesmaids! During one of the meetings with the wedding party, you met your friend's fiancé's friends—one of who(m) was the man you'd be walking down the aisle with. He's being a little flirty with you, which threw you off. Didn't you hear him talking about bringing a date earlier?

We're on our fitness kick today. You decided to take a yoga class :) it was supposed to be a class for all women (that's what the page implied when you signed up). But there were a couple of men here and there. One of them even snagged a spot by you. You couldn't help but continue peering at him from time to time. He looked a little sad and pathetic...a small part of you was curious, but you always knew you should mind your business. He, however, noticed you sneaking peeks at him and decided to strike up a conversation.

Happy birthday! Your beau decides to take you to an amusement park. The parks are typically not his thing, as he hates large crowds, but he'd do anything just to see a smile on your face. And hey...maybe you two could have a horror movie marathon after. That always brought you two together.

The Men

Trevante Rhodes

Yahya Abdul-Mateen ii

Peter Parker (PS4)

Tom Hardy

Oscar Isaac

Ghostface

Tom Riddle (I think this is that man dhsjsj. I just remember you talking about him. When I looked it up it was him and the dude without the nose)

Chris Evans

Sebastian Stan

Good luck!

the actors were harder for me to figure out than the fictional ones but i had so much fun w this game omd. ik you said channel your inner kenny but i forgot as soon as i started 😭

tom riddle (& that’s him eventually… i ignore that he chose to be ugly at the end). it could also be ghostface but they both kill people and are possessive asl

c’mon now yahya. offer the bed

chris evans n i’m leading him on/securing the bag 100% give me my coin!

ps4 peter (my loser beloved) but this also works for tom riddle, pretentious as all hell teacher’s pet

Happy Valentine's Day! You're filming today, so you don't have a hot date. But you also just so happen to be filming a love scene with your costar. Who's the lucky guy?

we fuckin for hours… oscar isaac

now.. idk if the trevante gif was meant to throw me off but i’m still gonna say trevante 😩 he can stretch me out before the exercises <3

sebastian stan n if that’s true, he’s not getting a scene, he’s getting the whole movie

tom hardy. idk why i attached sad n pathetic w him like that. sorry to this man!

ghostface except i don’t know anything about his nightly murder activities yet so he’s being relatively normal <3

#specialk-18 #u came up w these scenarios fast n they’re so good too

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redheadinjapan · 2 years ago

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Camping at Outlands *Activity Archive*

At the beginning of October, I took my first trip out of Niigata. Well, out of Niigata city since we were still in Niigata prefecture. As a welcome party to the new ALTS, a group of us went camping at Outlands, a campsite further south in Niigata prefecture. The camp was built by hand and is very nice. Plus, there were tons of new people to meet and things to do.

Outlands is a campground in Tokamachi that was built almost entirely by one man. He’s spent more than 15 years working on the campsite to make it what it is today. There are wooden cabins, with electricity, and flat areas for tents. For our trip, renting a cabin spot was 1000 yen per person while renting a tent was 2500 yen for three people. You can also bring your own equipment, but if you do choose to rent, they will set the tent up for you. They also have sleeping bags and mats you can rent for 500 yen, but the pads aren’t much and the sleeping bags are pretty light. They’re probably okay for the summer but not quite enough for the beginning of October, especially once night fell. I definitely wish I had brought a blanket with me. They don’t have pillows though, so make sure to bring one. They do have bathrooms and wifi, as well as showers, but the showers cost a couple hundred yen to use and since we were only there one night, it was easier to shower before we left.

Outlands is in Tokamachi, a smaller city in the southern part of Niigata Prefecture. Depending on where you start and what transportation you use, the trip can be as long as a couple hours. I caught a ride with some friends, and from Niigata city, it was a little less than a two-hour drive (though we had a little trouble getting on the highway). There is a train station, Gejo Station, that’s about a 20-minute walk from the campsite. The train ride from Niigata city is definitely closer to two hours or more, but you have to be careful because the trains you need to catch don’t come very frequently, and depending on which ones you take, you can easily rack up a bill of 5,000 yen each way.

While there aren’t many things to do while camping at Outlands, we found plenty to keep us interested. The Niigata AJET council (a group that plans these events for JETs) had a bunch of activities for us. One thing they set up was a scavenger hunt with clues to different places around the campsite. One of the clues sent us to a little shrine down a path with a “birthing room” that I assure you is probably creepier inside than you’re thinking. There was also a tie-dye station if you brought a white shirt. After a dinner of burgers and potatoes grilled by AJET (we could pay 1000 yen for a food ticket, or bring our own), there was a big trivia game with some truly tricky questions, and before the night came to a close there was karaoke in one of the buildings as well.

The following day started with early morning yoga, which I chose to miss in favor of getting some extra sleep since I’d had a fitful sleep due to the temperature. We did have to be out by 10 am though, so eventually, I had to get up. Even though we had to pay for a special ticket for dinner, they gave out onigiri for breakfast for free. As long as we left before 10am, we could leave whenever we were packed and ready, back to our lives in our own separate parts of the prefecture.

Camping at Outlands was a great experience, and it was a great way to meet people from all over Niigata prefecture (I even met someone I studied abroad with). I also heard the campsite was also near a nice onsen and some other touristy spots that some people visited afterward, but I didn’t get the chance to go this time. Maybe next time I’ll see what else is in the area.

#japan #jet program #camping #outlands #tokamachi #niigata prefecture #camping at outlands

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kristenbrady · 10 months ago

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7 Dating Tips for Those Over 50

If you are over 50 and giving some thought to finding that someone special, the idea of dating might be daunting. But, it is never too late in life to find love.

There are an endless number of women and men who’ve discovered happiness with someone new in middle age or later. Who knows? You might become one of them!

During any point in life, it is great to have somebody you can cozy up with on a cold winter night, to share dinner with, or have by our side while on vacation. Thankfully, there’s an abundance of single males and females over 50 hoping to find a good companion. Among these singles is the right person for you — therefore, read further for my over 50s dating tips!

1. Check out an over 50 dating website

Online dating is a great way to meet new folks. An increasing number of couples are forming lasting bonds after meeting online. It isn’t just millennials — a 2021 survey discovered that around 1/3 of senior citizens who’d dated during the past five years had actually used a dating app. There’s a plethora of free dating websites.

2. Pick up a hobby

Later on in life is the ideal time to pick up a new hobby. Learning something new may increase your mental wellbeing and is related to a decreased risk of dementia.

If you are considering dating over the age of 50, trying a new activity is a thrilling way to connect with others in a relaxed manner. Common hobbies adopted by mature individuals include choirs, book groups, and cooking classes. Some folks opt to play a new musical instrument or learn a different language.

The kind of hobby you choose is completely up to you; however, it is a great idea to figure out something that is age appropriate with a social component that’ll place you in contact with a lot of other people.

3. Freshen up your wardrobe

Do Not Let Age Hold You Back From Dressing Stylishly

Look good, feel good, that’s what I always say!

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Returning to the field of dating over 50 is the ideal excuse to clear your wardrobe out and stock up on a few well-fitting, stylish outfits that’ll make you feel amazing and make a good first impression.

Why not consider donating clothing you have not used in years to a thrift shop? It’ll free up room in your closet for some quality outfits like a cashmere jumper, some nice jeans, or a smart coat.

4. Open up to friends and family

Having a close support system of family and friends is important if you are thinking about pursuing a romantic, healthy relationship.

If you are finding it challenging to tell your kids that you are dating over 50, remember that being truthful right from the start will always be the best policy.

5. Start to exercise

One other tip for dating over 50 is consistent exercise, which may benefit your mental wellbeing and physical health. There are an abundance of activities and classes appropriate for those over 50, including walking, swimming, and yoga.

Exercise is notorious for lifting your mood, giving you energy and boosting your self-esteem, not to mention improving sexual performance. Furthermore, activity clubs and exercise classes are a good way to meet like-minded individuals.

6. Go on vacation by yourself

Those over 50 usually have more financial stability than younger generations, and for that reason, typically spend more when traveling. Use that to your advantage. Traveling by yourself might lead to thrilling chance encounters, as you explore parts of the world you have always visualized visiting.

In the latter stage of life, you have all of the experience needed to put together the type of trip that is suitable for you. You will have the ability to explore at your own pace, plan your own itinerary, and connect with others you may never have met if you’d been traveling with other people.

A lot of tour operators offer vacation packages especially for solo travelers, which allows you to join a group who’ve all booked their trip by themselves. Some businesses even establish a minimum age of 50; therefore, you know you’ll be traveling with others of a similar age, and who knows where that might lead?

7. Start to say “yes” more often

All of the tips I have offered thus far might be summed up into one phrase: become more adventurous!

If you have the desire to encounter a new relationship, you will need to come out of your comfort zone. And the best way to do so includes getting into the habit of repeating the word “yes” to opportunities that come along.

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atlafan · 4 years ago

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Burning Love - Part Two

a/n: here’s part two! The dang gif I’ve been using didn’t feel like showing up, but the yoga one actually works for this part, enjoy! Feedback and reblogs are helpful! Support me here if you’re able! (not proofread)

Warnings: cocky!Harry flirting, a whole mess of angst, mentions of blood, fluff, and smut!

Words: 5K

Pairing: Harry x OC (kindergarten teacher Danielle Robinson)

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After his date with Danielle, Harry went out to grab a couple of drinks with his friends. This resulted in him going home with one of his usual hookups. He never claimed to be a saint. Shauna was a lovely woman, and usually down to fuck when Harry wanted it. She just happened to be at the same bar as him, and he wanted to make sure she got home alright.

He didn’t kiss her, though, at least not on the lips. He didn’t want to taint the nice kiss he had with Danielle. Harry was just looking to get off, and he didn’t feel like using his own hand tonight. Shauna was going to town, bouncing up and down on his dick, letting out sweet moans. Usually Harry would put a little more effort in, but he was almost disappointed. He’d rather be fucking Danielle. Well, he’d rather be having a nice conversation to her that would perhaps lead to some hot love making because he felt like that’s what she deserved, but still…Shauna just wasn’t doing it for him.

“Is it good for you?” She pants.

“Hm, yeah, keep going, I’m almost there.” He thrusts up into her and her head rolls back. She reaches to rub her own clit, and he spills into the condom. Once they’re both cleaned up, he gets dressed and sighs heavily. “Hey, uh, I don’t wanna be an ass or anything, but I think this is the last time I can do this with you.”

“Oh…um…can I ask why? Did I do something you didn’t like?”

“No, no, you were great.” He gives her hand a squeeze. “It’s just…I met someone, and I’d like to see where things go with her. I wouldn’t feel right if we kept doing this.”

“I get it.” Shauna swallows. “Well, thanks for letting me know.” She sighs.

“Thanks for understanding.” He pecks her cheek. “I’ll see you around.”

As Harry was driving home, he actually couldn’t believe that he fucked someone after going out on a perfectly lovely date with Danielle. He felt like scum, and he was glad he broke things off with Shauna. Harry could be classified as a kind playboy. He fucked, but he wasn’t in the business of breaking hearts. And maybe when he first met Danielle, he would have liked to just take her into her classroom closet and fuck her, but the more he saw of her over the week, he felt a fondness for her start to grow. He’s never really been a one-woman kind of guy, but there was something special about Danielle that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. If he were to ever settle down with someone, he would want to do it with a woman like her. So, he knew he needed to cut the shit, and cut off anyone else he didn’t want to potentially get serious with.

On Monday, between her groups, Danielle was just about to dive into her tuna pita pocket when she heard a knock on her door. She sighs and stands up, wondering who it could possibly be. When she opens the door her mouth falls open when she sees Harry.

“H-Harry, hi.”

“Hi.” He smiles. “Thought I’d pop in since I know this is when you’re usually having lunch. Is that alright?”

“Yeah, come in.” She steps aside and closes the door once he makes his way in. “Did you have a nice rest of your weekend?”

“I did, thanks.” He nods and then smirks when he sees her lunch on her desk. “I interrupted your lunch.”

“I was just about to eat, so you weren’t really interrupting anything.” She walks over to him. “This is a nice surprise.”

“Good, I’m glad you think so.” He wraps his arms around her and pulls her close to him, eliciting a surprised gasp from her.

She presses her hands to his chest as he kisses her. She lets him nibble and suck on her bottom lip again. She opens up a bit to get some air, and he takes this as an opportunity to lick into her mouth. He swirls his tongue around hers, and then goes back to biting her bottom lip before letting her go. She looks at him absolutely stunning.

“Um.” She takes a piece of gum out of her mouth. “I wasn’t chewing this before.”

“S’mine, sorry.” He opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, and she places the gum back onto it. “Thanks.” He smiles. “Well, I’ll see you later.” He starts to walk away, but she grabs his wrist.

“Wait, is that all you came here for?”

“Pretty much, yeah.” She furrows her brows at that. “Was thinking about how nice it was kissing you the other night, and I really wanted to kiss you again, so I came here.” He reaches to tuck some hair behind her ear. “Is that okay?”

“Well…you could have texted me first. What if I had already started to eat my tuna? I would have been mortified.”

“Then I would have just let you keep my gum in your mouth.” He shrugs. “No big deal, love. Oh, I was also wondering how you’d feel if I came to one of your yoga classes on Friday.”

“You’d…really wanna do that?”

“Sure! I do yoga at home all the time. I meditate too, helps me unwind. I’d love to come to one of your classes, you know, help support. Then we could grab a drink or something afterwards…if you wanted.”

“Yeah! Sure, that sounds great. Um, let me give you one of my cards so you know where the studio is.” She rushes over to her purse and pulls out a card for him. “Here.”

“Thanks, so I’ll see you Friday?”

“Yeah.” She smiles. “I’m glad you came to visit.”

“Me too.” He pecks her lips and then heads out. Just once she’d like to not feel so flustered by him.

On Friday, Harry came to Danielle’s second class, which was at 5:15. He sets up in the back as to not make her nervous, but he still gives her a small wave. She waves back and a few of her friends give her a surprised look. Danielle notices that he’s wearing a long a sleeve tee. What in the actual fuck was so bad about a naked mermaid?

“Good evening everyone, we’re going to get started. Are there any particular areas you’re hoping to focus on?”

“Lower back!” Someone shouts.

“Arms!” Another person shouts.

Danielle gets her playlist ready, and begins the warm up. She has everyone reach above their heads, and then bend at the waist, breathing in and out slowly. The lights in the studio were dim, and the entire environment just felt extremely calm. Harry was enjoying it already. Danielle may have said she liked listening to Harry, but Harry liked listening to her just the same. Some of the yoga moves got more intricate as time went on, but no one minded. It made the cool down all the more rewarding.

“Now, I’d like you all to lay flat on your backs, close your eyes, and just focus on your breathing.” She says calmly and watches to make sure everyone does so. She sits down cross legged on her mat and closes her own eyes. “Let everything else drift away, nothing matters right now in this space.”

After about five minutes of meditation, the class ends, and everyone starts to pack up. Two of Danielle’s friends come up to her, and they share hushed giggles about the ‘cute guy in the back’.

“Shh, he’s coming over here.” She says to them. “Hi, Harry…these are my friends, Jen and Christine.”

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you both. “Sorry if I’m stealing Danielle from your girl’s night.”

“Oh, please, steal Dani all you want.” Jen laughs. “We can survive a Friday night without her.”

“Yeah, you two kids have fun.” Christine winks at Danielle and they both scoot out.

“Dani, huh?” Harry smirks.

“Sorry, you’re not privy to that nickname yet.” She smirks back at him.

He laughs and then leans in to speak closer to her ear.

“Challenge accepted.” He whispers and then steps back, grabbing both of their gym bags. “Do you need to go home first or anything?”

“No, I don’t usually break a sweat doing this.” She chuckles. “What bar did you want to go to? I can just follow you there.”

“You pick, it’s only fair since I picked the last spot.”

“Oh, well, have you ever been to Casey’s? That’s usually one of my go to’s.”

“Yeah, that place sounds familiar. Works for me.” He smiles and they both walk out to the parking lot.

Harry follows Danielle there, and then they both head inside, grabbing a high top to sit at.

“What’s your drink tonight?” He asks her.

“I’d love a vodka-tonic with lime, if you don’t mind.”

“Coming right up.” He says, kissing her cheek before heading up to the bar.

He had left his phone on the table, facing upwards. It wasn’t Danielle’s fault that when it lit up it caught her eyes. It also wasn’t really her fault that Harry didn’t have his texted on private, so she could clearly see what it said.

Shauna: H! Hey, I know you said you were sort of seeing someone, but I miss your cock, baby. I’m not gonna beg, but please consider stopping by tonight…I’ll let you put it in my ass, know how much you like that 😉

Danielle was shocked, to say the least. Although, Harry never explicitly said he was single. And the text from this Shauna person makes it seem like he wasn’t looking to see her anymore. Was Danielle the person he was seeing? It had only been a couple of weeks, he could be seeing a few different women. He liked to do anal…Danielle wasn’t sure if she was comfortable with that. She gets the sudden urge to stand up and leave, run out the door, block Harry’s number and pretend like they never met. But before she can do that, he’s back at the table with their drinks.

“Here you are.” He smiles as he places it down on the table.

“Thanks.” She says flatly. She notices that Harry just pockets his phone without even checking the text, and she scoffs slightly to herself as she takes a sip of her drink. “Your phone lit up while you were at the bar.”

“Oh? I’ll check it later, I don’t really like being on my phone when I’m on a date.” He grins.

“That’s very nice of you, but I really think you should check your phone.” Harry furrows his brows, but takes his phone out. His eyes widen when he looks at the text from Shauna, his mouth falls open, but Danielle speaks before he can. “I just happened to see it, I wasn’t prying. However, I feel really stupid. Here I was, thinking that I met this really sweet guy who’s a little flirty, but really wants to get to know me! You really had me fooled, Harry.” She laughs and takes another sip of her drink.

“Danielle, I’m so sorry you saw that text…Shauna’s just someone I was sort of hooking up with, but the last time I saw her I basically told her I didn’t want to see her anymore because I had met someone…you.”

“That would mean you saw her after our date last weekend, right? Surely you wouldn’t have said something after our first encounter.”

“I’m not gonna lie to you, I did see her after our date, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I didn’t even enjoy it. I…I just wanted you, Danielle.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? Less stupid?” She shakes her head. “Thanks for the drink, but I’m heading home.”

“Wait, please don’t go. You can’t get upset with me over this. If you hadn’t seen the text you wouldn’t have even known about Shauna.”

“Exactly! How many other women are you seeing? Are there other kindergarten teachers you’re trying to fuck? It’s not like my school is the only elementary school in town.”

“No, there’s no one else I’m currently seeing. I really like you, and I’d like to see where this goes.”

“Let me ask you something. If I had been the one to go to the bar, and you saw a text on my phone from some guy that said I could fuck him in the ass if I came over tonight, you’re telling me you wouldn’t be put off or upset?”

“I already told you, I don’t like playing the what if game.” Her face stays cold and stoic. “I don’t know, I’d be more surprised than anything that you were into pegging.”

“God, you can’t take anything seriously!”

“Oi, I resent that. My entire job is serious. I put my life at risk every day that I put my uniform on. I think you’re making a way bigger deal out of this than you need to. You should be happy that I told her to bugger off because I want to be with you.”

“Oh, I should?” Her eyebrows raise. She hops off the stool and grabs her purse. “I don’t like guys who don’t give a fuck about juggling multiple women, or what effects that has on those women. Shauna must still be hung up on you, or she wouldn’t have texted you, Harry. I don’t need to deal with your baggage.” She huffs.

“You’re seriously going to leave?”

“I don’t want to spend another second with you.” She spits. “You’re not who I thought you were, or who I hoped you’d be, and I’m incredibly disappointed.” She starts to walk out of the bar, and he gets up to follow her.

“Would you just hold on a second?!” He shouts over the loud music, but she doesn’t turn around to look at him. He follows her out to the parking lot, and she grabs her pepper spray. He stops shirt and puts his hands up.

“I’m not afraid to use this, alright?”

“Can you just explain to me why you’re so upset about this? I could understand if we had been seeing each other for a while, but we haven’t. Am I not allowed a bit of a buffer to tie up some loose ends?”

“Loose ends?” She makes a disgusted face. “Harry, I’m sorry, I can’t be with a womanizer.”

“I’m not! I’m very upfront with my intentions when it comes to women. I’ve never led a single one of them on. Shauna was a woman I was hooking up with a bit more regularly, sure, but when I spoke with her she said she understood. I was just as shocked as you were to see that text. I’m so sorry you saw it.”

“You haven’t been upfront with me.” She says lowly.

“What?”

“You just said that you’re upfront with the women you see.” She swallows, and lowers her pepper spray back into her purse. “You haven’t exactly spelled out your intentions with me, Harry. I mean, it’s clear you want to fuck me, but what else do you want from me, huh?” Her bottom lip starts to quiver. “I’ve been hurt badly in the past, and I’m not going to let it happen again.” A few tears trickle down her cheeks, and Harry completely deflates.

“Danielle…I…I’m so sorry.” He steps a little closer to her. “I’m really taken with you. I want to keep getting to know you, and date you, and see where it goes. I don’t want to do anything that’s going to hurt you. That’s why I cut things off with Shauna, I swear. I’m really interested in you. When we kissed for the first time in my car, I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and I couldn’t stop thinking about when I’d get to do it again.” He was pleading with her now. He had never been so desperate to keep a woman around in his life.

Danielle sighs heavily. Maybe she was blowing things out of proportion, but that text really put a bad taste in her mouth. However, it’s not like Harry knew he was going to receive that text. If he had, he wouldn’t have just left his phone out like that. He would have been guarding it. He trusted her, and that was the light bulb she needed to go off.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” He says.

“I’ll give you a pass. I suppose it’s not your fault. I just hope you let her down as nicely as you’re saying.”

“I did, I swear I did.”

“Alright.” She nods.

“Would you come back inside?”

“No, I wanna go home.” She takes her keys out. “You can follow me there.”

“Really?”

“Yes…I owe you a second chance. I overreacted.”

“Hey, uh, if that set you off, like, your feelings are valid.” He assures her.

“I can explain more at my place, come on.”

Once they’re both at Danielle’s apartment, she gets them both set up with a cup of decaf before they both sit on the sofa.

“A few years ago…I found out my college sweetheart was cheating on me…because I happened upon a text on his phone. It was usually glued to him, but I had come over while he was in the shower, and…it was awful. I guess I was a little triggered before, even though I didn’t have the right to be.”

“Christ, that’s terrible. I’m so sorry.” He puts his hand over hers and gives it a squeeze. “How could anyone cheat on you, you’re so sweet and bubbly…and nice.”

“That was the problem. I was too nice. He didn’t think he’d ever get caught, and he told me that he didn’t think I’d actually leave him if he did.”

“Sounds like he was taking you for granted.” His eyebrows knit together. “That can really fuck a person up.”

“I haven’t really been involved with someone seriously since.”

“So…you haven’t-“

“I’ve had a few, brief hookups…a few date nights here and there, but I haven’t…I haven’t really wanted to let anyone in.” Her lip starts to quiver again. “And then I met you, and…it just felt so good to feel wanted and I freaked out when I saw that text because I thought this was going to end before it started.” She sniffles. “I’ve spent a lot of time putting myself back together, and it’s so fucking annoying that something so stupid could make me feel so lousy. I know you’re not my ex, but it’s hard not to think that…that-“

“Hey.” He caresses her cheek. “When I choose to focus on one person, I don’t go out looking for anyone else. I know I’ve only known you a couple of weeks, but I can’t imagine how someone could think they needed anyone else when they were lucky enough to have you.”

All of her features soften, and her suddenly frozen heart thaws for him once again. She tugs on the collar of her his shirt and crashes her mouth to his. For once, she’s the one to bite his bottom lip, and he hums appreciatively. Both of his hands cup her cheeks as the kiss deepens, their tongues molding together. She whimpers and moans into his mouth, he was such a good kisser.

“M’sick of being in these yoga clothes.” She breathes as he starts to kiss on her neck. She grips his hair and cranes her neck so he has access to more. “Do you wanna take a shower with me?”

“Are you serious?” He says as he pulls away to look at her.

“Yeah.” She nods and kisses him again. He quickly scoops her up, and throws her over his shoulder. “Harry!” She squeals.

“Which way to your bathroom?”

“Down the hall, through my bedroom.”

Harry finds his way through her apartment, and gets them both into the bathroom. He sets her down so she can start the water. In the meantime, he peels off his shirt, and lets it drop to the floor. Her eyes don’t know where to focus on first. He had so many tattoos.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” She says, and wraps her arms around his neck. His hands travel down to pull at the hem of her shirt, and he lifts it off, revealing her sports bra.

“So are you. Can I take this off?” He tugs at the straps of the bra.

“I’m certainly not planning on showering in it.”

He helps her take it off and his hands immediately move to cup her breasts. They sat a little lower on her frame, and were even larger than he anticipated, but they were hers so he liked them, a lot. He kisses down the column of her throat and down to her chest.

“The water’s probably warm enough now.” She grunts. “Need to get the rest of these clothes off.”

“Couldn’t agree with you more.”

They step back from each other so they can both take their pants off. Both of their eyes drift down for a split second before their bodies collide once more. They nearly trip as they get into the shower and under the warm water. Harry presses her against the wall as his tongue drags along her jaw and to her neck. Her head rolls back as her mouth falls open. He sucks a bruise into the crook of her neck and the gasp she makes fuels him to suck harder.

“Fuck.” She groans.

Harry licks his way down her chest, cupping her breasts so her can suck on one of her nipples. Her hands rake through his hair. He blindly reaches for her shower head and snatches it as he stands up straight.

“Wh-what are you doing?” She breathes as she watches him lower the showerhead, adjusting the setting on it so it sprays a specific way. He doesn’t say anything, he just presses the shower head to her pelvis and slides it over her clit. “Oh…oh!” She clutches at the tile on the wall as best she can. Her legs part just enough so he can maneuver the shower head easier.

He slots his mouth over hers and sucks on her tongue. She felt like she couldn’t breathe in the best possible way. The hand that wasn’t working the showerhead between her legs was planted on the wall next to her head. She couldn’t help but notice the veins in his arm and hand.

“H-Harry.” She licks her lips after he worked his mouth to her collar bone.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes!” She mewls. Her hands move to his back, her nails clawing at his skin. “N-need more.” She wasn’t exactly sure what she needed more of, she just knew she needed it.

Before she knows it, he’s dropping to his knees, so he can see better, and thrusting two fingers up inside her. He focuses the showerhead on her clit, and her hands find their way to his hair. She tugs harshly, eliciting a moan from him and he looks up at her, pleading with her to do it again. His fingers curl up inside her and it has her panting.

“Oh, fuck! Just like that, oh my god!” She cries out as she comes to her release. He slowly stands back up and her eyes widen as he sucks his fingers into his mouth. He puts the showerhead back as well. She eyes flicker down to his hard, twitching cock. “I think we should get out.” She reaches to turn the water off. “You may be fine with getting on your knees in here,” she says as she grabs them both a towel, “but I much prefer the comfort of my bed.”

Once they’re both dried off, they drop their towels and get onto her bed. He lays back as she shifts between her legs. She rubs her hands up and down his thick thighs, tracing over his tiger tattoo.

“Do you ever, um, think I could see you in your uniform.” She says as she starts to pump him slowly.

“Got a little fantasy, do you?” He smirks.

“I wouldn’t mind watching you slide down that pole.” She smirks back, and then kisses his tip.

“Fuck, just, come up here.” He pats the tops of his thighs. “I need to fuck you before I explode.”

“Oh, yeah?” She licks up and down his shaft. “Wanna feel how tight and wet I am around you?” She bats her lashes up at him and he groans.

“Please.”

“Lay flat on your back.”

“You don’t want me to sit up?”

“No.” She shakes her head as she reaches into her side table for a condom. She rips open the foil packet and slides it onto him. She scoots up his body, that was now flat on the bed, takes his wrists and pins them above his head. She rocks herself back and forth on his cock until he slips inside her. They both moan out.

“Fuck, you like being in control, baby?” He says as he watches her get a rhythm going.

“Sometimes.” She comes almost all the way off of him and then slams back down. “I’m an educator, so I thought I’d teach you who’s boss here.” She leans down and kisses him before sitting all the way back up.

“A lesson I won’t soon forget, eh?”

“You have no idea.” She smirks. “Don’t thrust up into me.” She says as she lets his wrists go. “And keep your hands above your head.

“You’re not gonna let me touch you?”

“I let you get pretty handsy in the shower, count yourself lucky for that.”

She lets her hands fall behind her, planting on his thighs as she starts to bounce up and down on him. Once she feels like she won’t topple over, she lets her hands drag over her breasts, groping herself in front of him. He grunts and grits his teeth as he watches her.

“Like using my cock to get yourself off?”

“Yeah, how’s it feel?”

“You feel incredible, just wish I could-“

“I said don’t.” She warns him just as he was raising his hands, but he sets them back down on the pillows.

She plants both of her hands on his shoulders as she hovers over him. She rocks back and forth on his cock, rubbing her clit against him perfectly. She swivels her hips around on him in circles and she starts moaning.

“Danielle, please, you’re killing me.” Harry groans, sweat was starting to form at his hairline.

“Pretty sure you’re not supposed to address your teacher by their first name.” She says, ghosting her lips over his before kissing him. She moans into his mouth as she comes around him. She grinds against him a few more times, riding out her orgasm. “I know you can ask nicer than that.” She says, nibbling on his earlobe.

Harry was so fucking turned on. He never would have guessed that Danielle was a little kinky, but he was incredibly excited about it, so he plays along.

“Miss Robinson?”

“Yes?”

“May I please fuck you from behind and rearrange your guts?” He smiles at her sweetly.

“You may, but only because you asked so nicely.” She pecks his lips and gets off of him carefully. She gets on all four as he shuffles behind her. He gives her bum a little smack and she giggles.

Harry slides back inside her, a sigh of relief leaving him at the feeling of her warmth around him again. He grips the back of her neck to get a steady pace going. She drops her front half so her cheek is smushes against her pillows. She licks her finger tips and starts rubbing her clit.

“Harder.” She grunts, and he complies.

He gives her hard, deep, and fast thrusts which result in him hitting her g-spot over and over. It feels like an electric shock going through her body, and suddenly she’s seeing stars, coming around him once again. He spills into the condom shortly after due to the way she was squeezing him. She was still moaning even after he pulled out.

“Yeh liked that, huh?” He gives her bum a soothing pat before getting off the bed.

“It was so good.” She mewls as she rolls onto her back.

As Harry goes into the light of the bathroom, he furrows his brows as he takes the condom off. He notices a slight shade of pink on the rubber. He didn’t want to embarrass her, but he wonders if she started her period without realizing it. He picks up his boxers off the bathroom floor and wiggles them up his legs.

“Hey…Danielle?” She hums her response. He thought she looked like an angel, laying peacefully with her eyes closed. He sits on the edge of the bed, placing a hand on her thigh. “Babe, I don’t wanna embarrass you or anything, but I think you started your period?”

“What?” Her eyes open and she sits up. “That’s impossible, I had it last week. What makes you think I started it?”

“The condom was a little pink.”

Her face goes pale, and she licks her lips in thought.

“Excuse me.” She gets up, wrapping one of her blankets around herself as she goes into the bathroom. She sits on the toilet to pee. It doesn’t sting or hurt, but when she checks the toilet paper, she rolls her eyes when she sees the light pink color. It wasn’t period blood. She sighs and flushes the toilet, washing her hands before returning to the bedroom, and sitting next to Harry on the bed. “It, um, it’s not period blood. I…I think I tore a little. You fucked me pretty hard.”

“Why didn’t you tell me I was hurting you?! I would have slowed down or stopped; I feel terrible.”

“Don’t!” She shakes her head. “It didn’t hurt, it doesn’t even hurt now. It’s just been a little while for me, and you’re, um, bigger than I’m used to, and you fucked me hard. I wanted it that way, I’m not upset. It felt really, really good.” She gives him a soft smile. “Sorry if you’re grossed out…”

“I’m not, I just wanna make sure you’re alright.”

“I am…I’m really glad we did that.”

“Me too.” He leans in and kisses her tenderly. “Kinda wanna spend the night with you, would that be okay?”

“How are you at making breakfast?” She raises an eyebrow at him.

“M’aces at making pancakes.” He says with a bright smile. “Do you like pancakes, love?”

She nods her head yes, wrapping her arms around him and giving him quick kisses on his cheek. Did she have sex with him a little faster than she intended? Yes, but it was worth it. She felt incredibly close with him, and she couldn’t wait to see where things were going to go with Chief Styles.

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arpiii · 5 years ago

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The BAU High School Teacher AU

Let’s start with teaching positions:

“Mr. Hotch” - English, History

“Mr. Rossi” - Film, Psychology

“Emily” - French, Arabic, Gym coach

“Morgan” - Woodwork, Weight room & Gym Coach

“Dr. Reid” - Math, Science, Music theory

"JJ” - Spanish, Art

“Garcia” - Drama, Computer Science/Tech classes

“Principal Strauss” - no one likes her

“Gideon” - School counselor

“Officer Elle” - School security

Now about the staff:

Mr. Hotch is the strict teacher. No late work, he doesn’t curve grades, and can tell if you bullshit your tardy. But he’s still supportive towards the students that need it and helps any way he can. He barely smiles and is never absent from class. The only jokes he cracks are really cheesy dad jokes that make the class cringe and groan and snicker because he says them so seriously. If a student is having trouble in the class but it’s because of their parents, Hotch makes sure to meet with them and lecture the parents and defend his student as much as he can. But all his students know, one day each year, he plans a prank on Mr. Rossi, his rival. This is what the class looks forward to every year. A couple times he brings his son Jack to class and the class loves him. They’re also surprised to see Hotch smiling all day and going soft when he talks to Jack. When he has something important to teach he lets Jack hang out with Garcia.

Mr. Rossi is the strict, yet chill teacher. He disciplines his kids and gives them extra credit when they deserve it. He likes to joke with the class and brag about him being a best selling author, the class roll their eyes but enjoy it. He’s also extremely sarcastic and has dry and slightly dark humor. He throws a pizza party at the end of each quarter/term and every time he goes over to Hotch’s class to offer some. Hotch always declines but Rossi leaves it on the desk anyway. The only time Hotch breaks his no emotion streak is when Rossi visits and teases him. The class is told at the beginning of the year that it’s a feud but they all know they secretly have a thing for each other and are too stubborn to admit it.

Emily is the laid back Gym teacher. She and Morgan are constantly one-upping each other and they brag to each other who’s picked up the most girls at bars to entertain the class. She’s the only teacher that know’s how to piss off Morgan and her class loves that. She also teaches French and Arabic. JJ, the Spanish teacher, visits her class and her students notice every time that JJ is the only teacher Emily is sweet with, but JJ doesn’t seem to notice.

Morgan is the cocky gym teacher and weight-room coach, and also teaches woodwork. He’s super chill but strict when he needs to be, and is constantly motivating kids. If a kid is in trouble or scared, Morgan makes sure to resolve the problem or defend the kid with his whole chest. He likes to compete against Emily’s class in sport games during class. But most of his free time he visits Dr. Reid. His main purpose is to embarrass Reid with innuendoes and flirting, which he’s always successful at. Reid’s class enjoys the shit out of it. Emily is annoyed at both of them and is the only teacher that calls Morgan Reid’s “boyfriend” just to mess with both of them. When Morgan can’t visit Reid’s class he sends Emily as a messenger who rolls her eyes every time.

Dr. Reid is that really smart teacher. He teaches up to the advanced math and science classes and also music theory. Reid tells the class to let him know if he’s talking too fast or rambling so he can slow down. He cares about all his students and although the students are annoyed with all the work they get, they enjoy having Reid as their teacher. They love the fact that he loves Dr. Who and give him Dr. Who and nerd themed gifts on his birthday. When the class is doing individual work Reid puts on classical music. The students also teach him about pop culture things like Tik Tok dances and iconic vines. Reid isn’t very social but they see his personality come out when Morgan visits. His face goes red every time Morgan drops an innuendo and threatens Morgan to leave the class. Some ways he’s done that is by throwing a white board eraser at him, threatening to splash a beaker of acid on him, and holding his guitar as a weapon. They know he’s not serious though because Reid fails to hide his smile. Garcia visits the class a lot and she’s like the mom of the class, she sometimes brings treats and likes to chat with the students. Every time she visits, she ad Reid are quietly gossiping in the corner, and although the class can’t hear them, they can tell it’s about Morgan (especially the one time they caught Reid blush during a conversation).

JJ is the Spanish and Art teacher. She is extremely sweet and checks in with her class constantly if they’re doing ok or if they need help. No one is scared to ask questions because she always answers them without making the student feel bad. Her students notice Emily visits a lot, and they can tell they have a thing for each other. Whenever they ask JJ about it, she neither confirms nor denies it so a huge conspiracy starts. She also teaches art and Garcia likes to visit a lot. The two gossip about all the other teachers, JJ fills Garcia in about Emily and Garcia fills JJ about Reid and Morgan. Sometimes, when Reid is out, JJ substitutes his music class. She likes to fool with Morgan when that happens.

Garcia is the mom of the school. Everyone loves her. She teaches drama and comp sci so she is loved by the gays and the nerds. She’s always enthusiastic and supportive and treats her kids. She’s very colorful and gives her kids candy or stickers if they get a question right or do something really cool in their assignment. When she visits Reid, if Morgan shows up she guards the door and keeps him out of the class. Morgan tries to charm her but she charms him back and doesn’t break. Once in a while she fails to keep him out and the class goes nuts watching the show. She’s also called a lot by Hotch because he needs help with technology constantly. Rossi needs help too once in a while but he just relies on his students or eventually figures it out.

Principal Strauss is only seen in the halls once in a while. She monitors classes twice a year and all the students AND the teachers behave their best that day. Even Hotch seems relieved when she leaves the class. She makes announcements at the most inconvenient times. She is also the only one who enforces the dress code on students. Once in a while she asks what Morgan’s doing in Reid’s class and Morgan tries to cover it up and the class backs him up. Rossi’s class finds it hilarious when she’s talking to the class and he’s mocking her from behind, rolling his eyes and making faces. The students clearly know the teachers don’t like Strauss as they constantly complain about her. She calls Garcia’s games and prizes “distractions” and thinks JJ gets off track too much because she checks in with her class to much. The students that hate her the most though are Reid’s students, because she’s the hardest on him for no reason. They can tell by his behavior and can tell he’s drained every time she leaves the class. They tell Morgan and Morgan decides to start a yoga club for students and teachers to destress once a week. He personally invites Reid and that’s the only time the students see Morgan doesn’t mess with Reid. Garcia also offers free hugs to any student who needs one during the school day.

Gideon is everyones favorite staff member. Everyone loves him. His door to the counselor’s office is always open and he always knows what to say to students that have trouble. He’s just very relaxing to talk to. Everyone respects him and even all of the teachers get along with him. He checks in with classes once in a while just to see how everyone’s doing, and sometimes sits in lessons to learn with the students. Sometimes he participates in group assignments. He’s also the only one who stands up to Strauss. He never get’s mad, he’s always calm and manages to talk sense into her. Because of this, she’s never mad at him. When she is, he doesn’t take it personally. He doesn’t go to the yoga classes, but makes sure student’s know about them. He starts the chess club and during the whole year it’s a competition between Gideon’s team and Reid’s team. The students keep track of the bracket thats displayed in the cafeteria and take sides, creating a large yet fun divide in the school. The students ask all the teacher’s who’s side they’re on each year and create flyers to root for each team. It’s also partially a fund raiser for the school to have extracurricular activities. The teachers give extra credit to any of their students who’s rooting for the same team they are if that team wins. Gideon also attends all of the sports games and musical performances.

Officer Elle is school security and most of the students are nice to her. She makes sure to break shit up if a fight breaks out and firmly advises kids to not drink or do drugs. She has PSA assemblies twice a year about security and health. She’s chill and likes to chat with students. She’s basically a badass and makes sure to put kids in their place who deserve it. She also teases Morgan because they have a history in working in security together.

Assemblies:

There are four assemblies every semester. Three out the eight for the entire year, Strauss forces Reid to present. She’s totally unaware that he has the worst anxiety out of all of them (and if he told her she probably couldn’t have cared less and given bullshit excuses). The students eventually catch on that Reid din’t ask to present based off his shaking hands and wavering voice. They also see the looks the other teachers are giving Strauss, who is unaware. Reid bears through it though and Morgan comforts him afterwards as Strauss is giving the closing statement. The student’s support Reid as he’s talking and try to make him feel better. Morgan makes jokes at him to distract him and the class plays along with it. Two of the other assemblies are given by Elle, two others are given by Strauss, and one is given by Gideon. However there’s one unofficial assembly held every year by the students (teachers are invited except for Strauss). At the end of the year the students compile a video of pictures or videos of funny or iconic moments of things that happened to the students or teachers throughout the school year. This usually includes crackhead moments during free time in classes, a kid secretly recording Hotch as he’s trying to tell a dad joke, Morgan flirting with Reid in front of the whole class, Reid’s students dancing in a Tik Tok with Reid (followed by someone recording them creating the Tik Tok), the hype for the end of year chess tournament, the massive pranks pulled by the teachers and students on April Fools Day, everyone’s costumes during Halloween, and so much more. One student brings a popcorn machine. Garcia brings candy.

Specific events:

Morgan crashes Reid’s class multiple times a week. The students look forward to it, because all Morgan does is flirt. He’d spit out innuendos that are somehow related to what he’s teaching. It’s the worst in music class.

“You’re doing well with that fingering” “I’M PLAYING THE GUITAR”

“Hey Dr. Reid, how’s the blowing going?” Reid’s face burns red

“You really stroke the G well-” “GET OUT”

“For a drummer you don’t bang very well” *dodges drumstick*

One time Reid threw a white board eraser at him only to receive “damn you trying to rub me out?” which causes the class to roar.

The class goes crazy every time and someone is bound to be recording every time Morgan steps into the classroom. Morgan would also call Reid “pretty boy” on occasion and ruffle his hair, which Reid would fix right after. (Everyone knows he secretly loves it).

One day Reid gets his hair cut short with curls on top, but Morgan doesn’t find out till the next day. He also wore his glasses that day (which he does wear occasionally). The class started to silently freak as they filed in before the bell rang. When Morgan entered mid class his greeting of “Hey pretty boy” was cut short when he saw him. Morgan stood frozen for a good 30 seconds before Reid approached him (WAY too close) and says lowly “What we’re you saying?” Theres no response from Morgan, the class is trying to stay silent while going ape shit, everyones phones are out, it looks like their noses are about to touch when finally Reid steps away and asks the class “So, who can tell me the answer to number 6?” and just leaves Morgan there. The class tries to recover and when five minutes pass Reid looks back at Morgan (who hasn’t moved) and asks, “Hey Morgan, don’t you have a class to teach?” Finally Morgan snaps out of it and stutters “Uh.. yeah- I gotta... go,,” and leaves the classroom.

Spirit week is a riot.

It starts with Tropical day. Everyone dressed in a hawaiian shirt and wore a fake lei, even Hotch. Garcia gives out lei’s to everyone that doesn’t have one and Rossi gives extra credit to whoever dresses up that week.

Next is 50′s/Grease themed. Morgan went all out with his outfit, leather jacket and sunglasses included. Reid did not own a leather jacket, but he did grease his hair back and wore a white t-shirt which entertained his students. Hotch, along with his outfit, brought a comb and constantly combed through his hair throughout class. Garcia and JJ wore poodle skirts and JJ wore her hair in a high ponytail. Emily wore black leather pants, a polkadot shirt, and a red bandana in her hair with bright red lipstick. Rossi just wore his helmet from the Vietnam war, and when someone called him out, his excuse was the war started in the 50′s so it counts.

Next was Lazy Wednesday, and the students (and Morgan) didn’t know how much Reid in a hoodie could affect them. It got to the point where one of the students had to call out to Morgan “You’re drooling” which followed by laughter from the class. Emily wore her snuggie and JJ and Garcia wore matching Pokemon onesies. Half of the students were distracted because Hotch was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants.

Thursday was Disney themed. Morgan was, of course, Prince Charming. Every time he entered a classroom he overacted dramatically. Garcia decided to match by being his Cinderella and had her hand kissed by Morgan every time they passed each other. Rossi’s students had a field day with his costume. He dressed up as the toy seller from Toy Story 2. He got Woody and Jessie toys from Hotch’s son, Jack, and he was constantly eating cheese puffs. Hotch melted everyones hearts by dressing as Kristoff and bringing in Jack who was dressed as Sven. Every girl and gay almost had a heart attack from Reid, who was dressed as Milo from Atlantis. But the winners in the students book were Emily, who dressed up as Flynn Rider, and JJ, who dressed up as Rapunzel. They hung out in the halls in between classes, Emily winking at everyone who walked by.

With the good days come the bad. One year, Reid started getting these horrible migraines. He wouldn’t tell anyone, however, and kept teaching. Even Morgan asked a couple times if he was okay. This lasted almost two weeks, and then Reid had to lead an assembly that Friday. The migraines on top of his rising panic attack while he spoke to the students made him feel worse. He started to stutter and feel lightheaded, but Strauss said nothing. Morgan managed to hold on to him and finally told Garcia to take him into the hall. Thankfully Hotch stepped in and continued the assembly like he was presenting the whole time. After it was over, Morgan chewed out Strauss to the point where Emily had to hold him back. The students were confused as to what happened and theories started to spread as school let out. Morgan went straight to Reid who was sitting in a dark empty classroom with Garcia. Reid finally told him about his migraines and Morgan insisted taking him to the ER. The speculations grew when students saw Morgan leading Reid to his car with their arms around each other for support as they walked, Morgan comforting him on the way to the car.

One day, Reid had a doctors appointment for the latter half of the day, so he asked JJ to sub his music theory class. Only, Morgan didn’t know. There was a small hall that led into the big music room, so when Morgan entered, he couldn’t see JJ from where he was. He thought he was sneaking up on Reid, putting his finger to his mouth at the students who saw him sneaking. Finally he walked out to greet who he thought was Reid with “Is that something in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” He froze when he saw JJ staring back with her arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. He saw the class was recording him and shook his head while saying “I will get you back for this.” As he walked out defeated, JJ called after him, “I’m guessing he didn’t tell you about his doctor’s appointment.” which earned a middle finger from Morgan which JJ couldn’t see from where she was standing. This definitely ended up in the end of year slideshow and it was the first time Reid saw the video. He counted that as a victory.

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lag1995-fics · 4 years ago

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Hii. Can I request a fanfic for the song and Evan character thing? Could it be That's all by Genesis and Kai Anderson please?

I hope you like smut cause this one came out spicy 🌶. Apologies in advance I suck at writing Kai.

That’s All

Pairing:Kai x female reader

Warnings:Kai Anderson being Kai Anderson. Stalking, murder, derogatory language towards women, unhealthy relationship, language, smut

Words: 2190

Summary: Kai and reader share an unhealthy relationship but hey they love each other

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You were a self professed nasty woman, you had voted proudly for Hillary. She had clearly been the lesser of two evils. Plus it was about god damned time a woman broke that glass ceiling. You were pretty much everything Kai Anderson hated about women in general.

Kai should hate you, he should want to torment you but you intrigued him. It had started simply enough, hun being the entitled creep that he is had watched you do yoga in your backyard. You didn’t know of course, not then at least, that you had gained a stalker.

It hadn’t taken Kai long to realize that he wanted you to be his. He wanted to possess every part of you, he wanted you to be his and only his. He had a very unhealthy obsession with you.

That wasn’t all though he had also caught your eye. You had been out getting your mail one day dressed in nothing but a large t-shirt and shorts so short they couldn’t be seen beneath the hem of the shirt. You had seen him staring you down his blue hair thrown messily up into a bun on top of his head.

You were struck by his Beauty, he truly was a beautiful man. With brown eyes so dark they looked like two pieces of coal staring into your soul. You waved, flashing him a bright grin. He flashed you a grin of his own and as much as it made your panties dampen it also had an unhinged quality.

When you had got inside an uncharacteristically girlish giggle escaped your lips. Your roommate looked at you like you had grown three heads. You could feel your cheeks fill with fire. You were supposed to be a strong woman that didn’t need a man to complete her. Your neighbor was something else though.

“Who is this person giggling like a schoolgirl, that replaced my good friend y/n.” She cackled and you could feel the fire in your cheeks spread to your chest and ears.

“Our neighbor is kind of cute,” you replied waspishly.

“No really where is my roommate, the man hating feminist activist?” She joked.

“I don’t hate all men. I just think that men in general are problematic at best,” you defended huffily.

“He’s probably a raging trumpy,” she teased, lightheartedly.

“Oh is not he had long blue hair that was in a bun” you defended despite not knowing anything about this man. You didn’t know why you felt the need to defend him like you were.

“Oh you got it bad!” she collapsed into a fit of laughter when you threw a throw pillow at her.

***

It was another two weeks before you saw your mysterious neighbor again. He was talking to a shorter girl who was wearing a t-shirt that had “pussy power” emblazoned on her chest. This gave you the burst of confidence you needed as you strode over to them before you could talk yourself out of it.

“I love your shirt” you addressed the girl and she flashed you a grin.

“Thanks,” She replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. You could feel his eyes boring into the side of your head and flashed him a smile as well. You couldn’t help but admit to being a bit disappointed when he rolled his eyes.

“Ignore him. I’m Winter and this is my brother Kai” she introduced herself holding out a hand for you to shake which you did.

Kai the name rolled around in your head. You couldn’t help but entertain some mild fantasy of screaming out his name as he fucked you into a mattress. You shook the dirty fantasy from your mind.

“Nice to meet you I’m y/n,” you held out a hand to the blue haired man letting yourself take him in up close.

He had messy stubble along his chin and his blue hair hung around his face. His eyes were even more haunting up close and you felt like you could get lost in them. He took your hand wrapping his larger one around it, he had a firm grip. You couldn’t help but physically gulp from the skin to skin contact.

“We’ve met before, you live across the street. You like the power puff girls right?” He teased and you suddenly remembered what shirt you had been wearing.

“The power puff girls are fucking rad Kai” Winter defended and you smiled at her. Something in the way he looked at you made you want to submit to him. It was overwhelming to say the least.

“Whatever” he rolled his eyes again.

***

You and winter only grew closer and she quickly became part of your friend group. You tried to forget about Kai after finding out his political affiliations. He was everything you fought against. He was proud of being a chauvinistic pig.

You had decided to move on after a heated debate on men’s rights. You had tried to point out that all feminists wanted was equality. Men in this country as it stood right now had more rights than women did. It was a travesty.

He wouldn’t listen to you at all and went out of his way to call you a Misandrist. You had boiled over at that loudly proclaiming that you had really liked him up until the point he started spewing this nonsense. He was a pig and didn’t deserve the time of day you had already given him.

You would think that the polar opposite political opinions would cut the sexual tension like a hot king through butter; it didn’t though. If anything you were even more attracted to the man and Kai who normally had minimal patience for mouthy women was even more interested in making you his. He didn’t want to break you the fighting was too much fun but he definitely wanted to bend you to his will enough that you would never leave him.

You on the other hand had forced yourself to start dating other people. None of them compared to the man who fucked you everynight in your dreams. Kai Anderson was a force to be reckoned with.

***

Kai was sitting in the basement when Winter trudged down with her arms full of pizza. His eyes snapped to his sister and he couldn’t help but ask about y/n.

“Is y/n coming for dinner?” He asked, eyeing the pizza. Winter couldn’t help but roll her eyes at her brother who had developed an unhealthy obsession with her newest friend.

“No she’s got a date tonight some dude called Brad” Winter shrugged nonchalantly, knowing it would rile up her brother.

“What the fuck, she can’t go on a date with another dude” Kai spat possessively.

“Well tell her that because she definitely went on a date tonight” Winter laughed leaving her brother to stew in his resentment before he could snap at her.

“BULLSHIT!” He roared, flipping the coffee table in his anger.

He angrily grabbed his laptop logging into Facebook, whoever this Brad fucker was; was a deadman. He found your profile going to your profile ignoring the hideous cat eared beanie covering your beautiful hair in your profile picture. There were only three Brads on your friends list, one of them was well into his fifties and married, the other shared your last name and was probably a cousin. That left only one option, the man who appeared in the photo was everything Kai wasn’t. He was clean cut and wore a goofy ass bow tie.

He made a call ordering a hit on him but only if he was alone. He couldn’t risk you possibly getting hurt in the crossfire.

***

It was only two days after your disastrous tinder date that you found out Brad had been murdered. You were sad for his family. The date hadn’t been great but he had been nice in a dweeby, Silicon Valley sort of way. It seemed Kai had ruined you for all other men. You couldn’t help but compare them to him.

Winter had called you telling you how sorry she was. Winter was sorry she hadn’t thought Kai would murder someone just for dating you. She had only meant to piss him off; she didn’t want to be responsible for this man’s death.

***

You were at the Anderson’s again eating Chinese this time. It had almost become a every other day ritual. She would go hang out with Winter and argue with her brother.

“Women should be put back in their place,” he had started in before you cut him off glaring at him.

“Oh and what place would that be because I think it should be in a place of power. You know like the office of the presidency,” you snarled.

“Oh my god would you guys just fuck already and get it over with?” Winter who was fed up rolled her eyes walking up the stairs leaving you alone with Kai. Your eyes flashed to Kai’s and you could clearly read the hunger in them.

“She’s got a point,” he said lowly, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. You didn’t even realize you had unconsciously been walking toward him until you felt his strong arms wrap around your waist pulling you into him making you squeak.

“Fuck” you whispered looking into his eyes.

“A pretty girl like you should use such whorish language, I might have to wash that dirty slut mouth out with soap,” he groaned pushing his need against your pelvis.

“Oh god,” you whined grasping at his strong shoulders for stability.

“Say my name whore,” he snapped, his hand reaching under your comfortable sweat shirt and undoing your bra.

“Kai,” you breathed before pressing your lips into his own. He quickly took control of the kiss fighting your tongue and biting down sharply when he won.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this to you since you started teasing me with your slutty little yoga moves” he ground himself into you.

You couldn’t find the right words so you just moaned as he started stripping both of you of your clothes. When he slipped your yoga pants from you body and saw that you were wearing any underwear underneath he got a maniacal look in his eyes.

“Fuck you are a little whore,” he slipped his fingers into the folds of your sopping cunt.

“You like that slut?” He punctuated each word with the curl of his fingers against that sweet spot. When you didn’t answer he proceeded to add two more fingers and you could feel the burning stretch.

“I asked you a question,” he demanded fucking your pussy with his fingers and rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“I love it,” you managed to choke out, “please Kai I need you”

“Fuck,” he his pulling his finishers from you wet pussy lips and shoved them into your mouth to suck on them, slowly thrusting them into your pretty little mouth.

“That’s what a woman’s mouth should be used for, not mouthing off,” he chuckled darkly.

You gasped as you felt the blunt head of his cock against your pussy. Without warning he slammed into you to the hilt sending your already sensitive body off the edge and into a wave of pleasure.

“That’s right cum on my cock bitch,” he gasped as he pounded into you hard and fast. You could feel the build of another orgasm cresting. Your walls began to flutter around him causing him to lose some control as his thrusting became erratic. The two of you sailed off the precipice together.

With more care then you would have expected he pulled out of you kissing your forehead. He grabbed his soft t-shirt using it to wipe you as you lay cuddled to his chest. Your mind was whirling at the fact that you had just let Kai fucking Anderson fuck the shit out of you while he called you every name in the book. It would be easier to find someone that held the same viewpoints as you. They just never seemed to strike your heart strings the way Kai did. You could be wearing a white shirt and prove to him it was white and he would still say it was black. You were yin and yang, and you knew now you wouldn’t be able to leave.

“Y/n, I love you” he said and if you hadn’t been listening you wouldn’t have heard it. Your eyes widened, Kai didn’t love anyone, not even Winter. He also wasn’t a liar and if he said that he loved you , it was true no matter how unhealthy their relationship was.

“I love you too. It had slipped out before you could think about the consequences of this. What the two of you had was pure and primal.

“You do know that I will never stop arguing with you though?” You added. You still believed wholeheartedly that women deserved the same advantages as men.

“I’d be disappointed if you did” he confessed and you leaned up to kiss him melting once again into his touch.

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Send me a song and an Evan Peters Character and I’ll write you a fic.

#kai anderson x reader #kai anderson #kai is a jerk wad #kai x reade #kai x reader #kai #ahs cult #possibly triggering #evan peters #reader insert #ahs fanfiction #fanfiction

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anxi-aashi · 4 years ago

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rocks and riches (pt 4)

zuko x reader

Pt 1 / Pt 2 / Pt 3 / Pt 5

words: 6k

warnings: cursing as usual and some minor claustrophobia?? im not claustrophobic so idk if its bad or not

summary: the beginning of meddle-week

a/n: remember how I said there was like a 99% chance this was going to be the final part? yeah well I lied. the 1% happened. part 5 will be up at some point and I'm just gonna stop telling yall how many parts I think this fic is gonna be bc I've been wrong so many times. sorry this is long as hell idk what happened 🙃 if you see my crush on mai projected in here no you didnt

Listen, you knew you could be dumb sometimes, but you weren’t stupid.

Sokka had been acting pretty weird and you had already determined Iroh was guilty of meddling, so now that they had each other to bounce ideas off of, it couldn’t have been more obvious what they were doing.

You had mixed feelings about this revelation. A part of you was kind of (very) stressed about not knowing when their team of sorts would strike next with you and Zuko as pieces in their odd game of Pai Sho. How were you not supposed to be nervous that they would slip up and Zuko would find out about your feelings for him, ultimately ruining your friendship and any hope of ever visiting the Fire Nation without residual emotional baggage? It took strength, but you kept reminding yourself that you were just one person against three people who seemed very determined to achieve their goal, so, really, what were you supposed to do?

Their first move was to get Ty Lee.

When Sokka came to find you, he seemed more excited than he should’ve been about a “Team-Avatar-minus-the-Avatar-plus-friends yoga session,” as he called it. He pulled you along by the wrist like an overexcited polar bear-dog on a leash from the palace gates you had just entered through.

The two of you flew past people, sometimes nearly crashing into them until you reached the garden, where an array of mats had been set out for people to occupy. You heaved and tried to regain your breath from the sudden burst of exertion. As your heart rate slowed, you looked around the garden to see who else was a part of this so-called yoga session.

It seemed everyone was (except Aang, of course, who was supposed to be arriving later that day), plus another girl with brown hair tied up in a very long braid who seemed unnervingly chipper.

Sokka had ditched you already to go whisper with Toph while occasionally glancing back at you. You rolled your eyes and began to walk over to where Zuko stood off to the side (brooding for the most part, but still looking fondly at everyone like usual), but before you could, Katara was at your side pulling you to the mats.

“What--”

“This is your mat!” She said, pointing to one in the middle of the group when you arrived there.

“Uh--” Katara walked away with a slight skip in her step to join Toph and Sokka before you could finish. “We have assigned mats?” you mumbled to yourself.

With no other moves to make, you sat down. Looking around your area, you noticed the mat to the left of you was only about two inches from your own. Your eyes flicked around you and saw that every other mat was placed at a distance apart much bigger than that. A sense of dread started to form in the pit of your stomach as you realized what you had been dragged into.

Before you could do anything about this, though, the girl with the braid called the session to order.

“Is everyone here? Yay! This is going to be so much fun,” she declared, clapping her hands together briefly and taking a seat on her isolated mat at the front. As everyone quickly took their places (conveniently quick enough to leave the suspiciously close mat next to you the only one open for Zuko to take), she quickly turned around to you and said, “I’m Ty Lee, by the way! I know we’ve never met before, but I’ve heard a lot about you.” She followed this with a wink. “Nice to meet you!” she finished and promptly turned back around.

A slight rustling on your left prompted you to turn away from staring with fear at Ty Lee’s back and toward Zuko settling down in his spot instead.

“I take it you didn’t know about this either?” he whispered, leaning in slightly.

You shook your head. “I just came back from town for a late breakfast--my stomach doesn't really feel like doing yoga right now.”

His brow furrowed in alarm and he reared back a little. “You better not throw up on me.”

You swatted his arm with the back of your hand, earning a glare from him that you could tell was for show from the hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, as he rubbed the offended spot. Your hand tingled with warmth that you knew now wasn’t because he was a firebender.

“Alright! Let’s start off with some light stretching,” Ty Lee called from the front. “We’ll start from the neck and work our way down. Twist your neck lightly to the left--”

Zuko’s sigh was utterly drenched in reluctance as everyone shifted into a half-lotus position and did as instructed.

“And to the right--”

Half of your brain was focused on stretching, and the other half was only focused on how close his knee was to yours. They weren’t even touching, but you could somehow feel the small bit of space that separated you.

“And tilt your head up to the sky...”

Your neck craned back and you stared at the clouds. You felt yourself starting to relax as your mind started to let go of its hyper-awareness of Zuko, but a small flick on your knee snapped you out of it.

Your head swiveled slightly to the left, to glare at the obvious culprit.

Zuko just sat with his head tilted back and eyes closed toward the sun. As usual, his small smirk gave him away. The voice in your head that had been quiet since you came to terms with your feelings for him made itself known again and pointed out that Zuko looked completely at home basking in the warmth of the element that fueled his bending.

“Aaaaaand look down to your lap; keep your back straight and drop your head. Feel the stretch in the back of your neck.”

A smile threatened to worm its way onto your face and you didn't do a very good job at fighting it. Zuko’s light chuckle told you he saw it well enough.

The rest of stretching consisted mostly of you and Zuko taking turns poking and smacking each other when the other wasn’t looking. To anyone else, you probably looked like the equivalent of two five-year-olds playing footsie when you weren't supposed to, but to the rest of Team-Avatar-minus-the-Avatar, this was normal. Which was probably the reason behind Sokka’s constant disappointed groans from the row behind you.

For a moment, you thought that maybe this meddling of theirs wouldn’t be so bad. The moments you got to hang out with Zuko were getting scarcer and scarcer the closer the gala got; you liked having time to see him without the guilt that came with taking him away from his job.

And you didn’t know if you believed in coincidences but knew you sure as Oma believed in irony, because it was almost as if Sokka had read your mind and taken it as a challenge to see exactly how much he could make you regret that statement.

Ty Lee had moved everyone into a forward fold. Now that you thought about it, Sokka had been having balance issues even before that position, almost toppling over in the warrior pose earlier because of some wind--and it wasn’t even that windy. You’d initially thought he’d be great at yoga, like Zuko, or at least decent enough to touch his toes like you were supposed to be doing, but he’d also been messing with Toph next to him the entire time, so you guess that could've been throwing him off.

You probably should've known that he would try to use that to his advantage.

Zuko was busy trying to figure out a time to jab you in the foot as a part of your little game, but your hands were covering your feet as you touched them, leaning into the pose to stretch out your hamstrings. Right as you reached up to scratch your nose, he saw his window of opportunity and went for the attack, but Sokka saw this as an opportunity to push Zuko over.

You couldn’t see all of it since Sokka was behind you, but what you did hear was a “Wah!” right before a hand reached out and jabbed Zuko in the back of the knee, folding his legs. Zuko frantically waved his arms out in front of him to try and balance himself but fell face-first into the dirt anyway.

“Damn,” you heard Sokka curse under his breath as you barked out a laugh.

“Zuko! Are you alright?” Ty Lee asked, looking at the scene from upside-down through her legs.

Zuko looked up and glared at you for finding his blunder so hilarious, dirt heavily smeared on his face, which only made you cackle some more. “He’s fine,” you told Ty Lee, mirth decorating your voice.

His continued glare made you feel a little bad, though. “Okay, okay, sorry. I’m done,” you relented, a smile still on your face. “Here--” you bent all the dirt off his face and back to the ground-- “Better?”

Zuko rolled his eyes lightly and grumbled a reluctant, “Yes,” while you kneeled down and grabbed his arm, helping him up.

A blush stained his cheeks at the contact and you felt a similar heat under your skin when you realized you were still holding on to him.

The two of you separated. Zuko awkwardly avoided your gaze while you sniffed reflexively and scratched your nose even though there wasn’t an itch, really just trying to do something to make your hand stop feeling like that. But just as you were preparing to move on with the next pose and forget about any embarrassing interaction with him, you were interrupted.

“Fire Lord Zuko,” a man in elaborate robes called as he bowed. Not elaborate enough to top the Fire Lord, but someone obviously important enough to whisk him away for meetings. Probably a council member, or advisor. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but your presence is needed in the kitchen to finalize the gala menu.”

Zuko hadn’t been smiling before, but somehow his face still dropped. You could feel the shift in his mood--see the stress return through the tensing of his muscles everywhere but his face. He didn’t want to leave, but he had to.

Zuko met your stare and offered you a small smile which you returned. He said a quick thank you to Ty Lee and was off.

Your eyes followed him as he left, wishing you were allowed to go after him, but you reminded yourself you couldn’t. It didn’t matter that you were his friend; he was the Fire Lord, and you were a metalbender student--not even a master. You held no credibility in the Fire Nation. You held no credibility to have anything to do with the Fire Lord, even in the alternate universe where he did like you back.

You turned away from Zuko’s retreating figure, spirits successfully dampened thanks to your own intrusive thoughts, only to catch Sokka’s gaze. He just smirked at you. You looked at him waggling his eyebrows, heard the snickering coming from Toph, and instantly knew most everything that had just happened was their doing.

You almost didn’t even want to know what they had planned next.

They locked you in a closet. And it wasn’t even a big one, either.

Toph tricked you into walking inside by telling you she needed to get a cane for a trip into town with Katara and asking you to get one for her. While searching through random areas in the palace looking for something to serve properly, you brought up the fact that she had seismic sense to see. All she did was yell, “Are you trying to tell me, a blind person, how to be blind?!” effectively shutting you up.

With that, you ended up finding a small supply closet filled with sticks (that ended up being brooms) and called out to Toph as you went to grab one.

But the second you stepped inside you heard the door close behind you and the lock twist, and you knew what was going on.

No amount of banging on the door had gotten you out, and five minutes later, the already cramped space became even smaller when Zuko was shoved in as well. If the closet were actually big enough, the force with which he toppled into you would have definitely knocked you to the floor, but you were just pinned to the wall instead, which Zuko fixed immediately by backing up the few inches that he could.

The door was locked again, this time followed by an almost unnoticeable sound of crumpling metal. Your stomach dropped. You knew that sound.

“Toph,” you called over Zuko’s confused grumbling, warning evident in your voice as you maneuvered your head around his torso that blocked your view of the door. “Tell me you didn’t do what I think you just did,” you ordered.

Sokka giggled in the background as she merely cackled and taunted back, “Nobody will ever believe you!”

The following sound of receding footsteps told you they were gone.

You let out a long groan and thumped your head on the wall behind you.

Zuko was silent for a bit before he decided to speak up. “Do I want to know what that means?”

You sighed shakily, your heartbeat already starting to accelerate from your proximity to him. Fuck, already? “Um, it means Toph metalbent the keyhole shut.” You reached your arm in between you two to rub in between your eyebrows.

“So? You can metalbend too,” he added, clearly not getting what you were trying to tell him.

You stared blankly at his chest armor. “I appreciate the vote of confidence, but I’m not a Toph-level metalbender yet. And even if I was, I don’t know what the keyhole looked like before. And even if I did, and was able to fix it, the door would still be locked. Also, on that note, the lock mechanisms are completely messed up. So I can’t metalbend that either.”

“Sooo... we’re stuck?”

“Yeah.”

Zuko let out a frustrated sigh and you could faintly see him run a hand over his face as much as he could with the limited space between you two. Your eyes were slowly adjusting to the dark again, but the sliver of light that snuck in under the door helped too.

You puffed your cheeks and let out a breath as you slid down the wall to the floor amidst the few cleaning supplies and spare… everything. Zuko did the same.

“... So how'd they get you in here,” you asked once you were both settled.

Zuko hesitated like he was afraid to tell you. “Sokka... told me the closet was haunted. And that I needed to go inside and kill the ghost,” he sighed, defeated. “I guess I didn’t really think it through all the way.”

Of course, you snorted and burst out laughing. A reluctant smile crept up his face as he shook his head. “Are you going to be mad if I tell you you kind of deserve this?” you joked.

Zuko sighed, content written across his face. “No, I kind of do.”

Word got around to the rest of the palace that the Fire Lord was… incapacitated. There wasn’t enough room for Zuko to knock the door down with any firebending forms, and the guards couldn’t firebend from their side because all that would do would blast the door on top of you. So over the next hour, several guards stopped by to try the lock with a new key they found, and every time, the key didn’t fit.

You almost told them what was going on but decided against it. You knew you were not going to be the winner in this game Toph and them were playing. You weren’t even a player, for Kyoshi’s sake. So you kept your mouth shut.

And the extra time with Zuko wasn’t bad either.

Zuko and you resorted to conversation in order to pass the time until Toph decided to let you out. Although you weren’t thrilled about the circumstances, the quiet of the closet was soothing, with only your voices to fill it. The isolation allowed you to notice things freely without the scrutiny of others.

You saw the slight gestures his hands made while he spoke. You saw the way one loose strand of hair that had escaped his top-knot bounced slightly whenever he moved his head. And you saw the fatigue behind his eyes.

Your limbs tangled with each other’s as the two of you slouched on the floor while he spilled everything he had left to do for the gala that was now in three days.

“Honestly, I probably shouldn't be hanging out with you guys so much,” he joked at one point, but you could see how tired he was and how much he didn’t want to mean it.

You were quiet for a second before you told him one simple word: “Sleep.”

He blinked at you. “Uh, sleeping isn’t going to change the fact that I still have a pile of stuff to do as tall as the caldera.”

You rolled your eyes. “I mean you look fucking exhausted right now. I don’t know when we’re getting out of here, but it probably won’t be soon. Take advantage of the break and take a nap.”

Zuko looked around the closet and took his time specifically paying attention to the brooms and mops and spare nails on the floor before making eye contact with you again.

You huffed and almost rolled your eyes again at his dramatics, but answered his unsaid question anyway. “Just use me as a pillow.”

And yes, it was kind of dark in the closet, but you’d be able to see his blush from a mountain away.

You didn’t let yourself be flustered this time. It wasn’t exactly something friends did. The blush was expected. You held your ground and admired how adorable he was when the brooding front he usually put up was torn down unexpectedly.

Zuko composed himself a little and looked at you skeptically, probably trying to detect any hint of a joke, before finally shifting around to move closer to you.

You prayed that he couldn’t hear how loud your heart was beating because to you, it was very loud. Your entire body thumped as your blood was arduously pumped along your veins and you practically buzzed with nervous anticipation as he situated himself.

Zuko moved amongst the brooms and boxes of nails until he was comfortably squished with you against your left side in the corner of the closet.

It took him numerous attempts of trying to lay his head on your shoulder while trying to avoid poking you with his shoulder spikes until he figured out that he needed to take it off.

You had to duck down slightly to avoid his arms while he shrugged out of the armor and placed it over your tangled legs. Then, he leaned back against your side and tentatively rested his head on your shoulder.

With the prolonged contact, you could actually feel his body relaxing more by the minute, and when you felt his full dead weight around ten minutes later, you knew he’d fallen asleep.

This was the closest you had ever been to him. His body heat seeped through your clothes and warmed your skin, sending a giddy tingling sensation to travel through your nerves, passing through your stomach and shooting to your heart.

You carefully tilted your head down to peek at him. The loose strand of hair hung over his eyes and his mouth drooped open just the tiniest bit. It was the most vulnerable he had ever been around you. And it was because of this that you felt a surge of protectiveness; a need to fend off anything that would ever cause him to look any less peaceful than he looked right now.

Zuko shifted in his sleep a bit. His right arm moved from where it had been pressed against yours and resting in his lap to tucked behind you--not quite wrapped around, but you were very obviously leaning against it. He adjusted his sitting position to account for his arm’s new placement and leaned even more onto you, nuzzling his cheek into your tunic.

You were sweating and you didn't know if it was because the humidity was getting to you from outside; if Zuko’s body heat was upping your body temperature; if your heart was just pumping so hard that you were getting a work out from it, or a weird combination of all three.

It was probably all three.

Around another half an hour went by and you were considering leaning your head on top of Zuko’s to take a nap yourself when you heard the trademark crumpling of metal come from the lock.

The door flung open, letting an unholy amount of sunlight in. It was honestly a miracle Zuko didn't wake up. You cringed and lifted your right hand to shield your face from the light until your eyes could adjust.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

You were finally able to open your eyes enough to see Toph, Sokka, Iroh, Katara, Aang, and Ty Lee all crowded around the doorway glaring at you with enormous frowns on their faces.

So… this is who you were up against.

“Please tell me you guys kissed at least once before he fell asleep,” Sokka complained, making sure to keep his voice at a whisper.

You returned his glare. “Okay, one: hi, Aang. Two: No! We did not kiss. And--” you started again before any of them could finish their frustrated groans-- “can I just take this moment to say: I know what you’re doing! Seriously? A closet?! That is the most unoriginal thing you could’ve come up with!”

None of them looked sorry or offended at what you said, but Toph was the only one who spoke up. “Are you sure nothing happened? Not even any... feelings talk?”

“Feelings t--No! Nothing happened! He ranted to me about how he was stressed. I told him to take a nap, so he did! End of story!”

Katara’s frown deepened in disappointment while Iroh and Ty Lee just sighed, and Sokka spoke for them all when he mumbled, “This is going to be a lot harder than I thought.”

You couldn’t believe they brought Aang into it as quickly as they did. You were convinced he and Sokka shared a brain cell, so you expected it to happen at some point, but… not that fast. Every time you passed them in the hallway, Aang was with them, whispering and conniving like he had been there the entire time. Maybe he had. Could Aang astral project? You’d have to ask him later.

In order to cover their bases in between coming up with new ideas to trap you and Zuko together, they made sure to have you sit by each other at every meal you all attended. Which was a lot.

Really, you loved hanging out with Zuko and weirdly appreciated the time you got with him, but it was kind of exhausting trying to talk to him knowing that there were at least five other people listening in at all times and cataloging your every interaction in their brains. You loved them, really, but they were annoying the fuck out of you.

Which is exactly why you chose to avoid them for the entire day.

With Zuko being tired enough to have fully passed out on your shoulder in a supply closet in the middle of the day when firebenders were supposed to be strongest, you found yourself determined to help him with his gala preparations. Anything you could do to ease his stress while also getting away from the meddle-squad’s attention.

While sneaking around the palace on your way to find Zuko that morning, you passed the group congregated together on one side of the hall with one additional member you didn’t recognize. Her dark hair was done in three small buns and she wore a blank expression on her face that kind of reminded you of Zuko when you first met him. Even from far away, you could tell she was pretty. Aang and Toph spoke furiously with her, with Sokka and Iroh interjecting ever so often, while she stood passively staring at them. Whether she had tuned them out or was quietly absorbing the information she was being given, you couldn’t tell.

They hadn’t noticed you yet, though, so you tip-toed past them before they could.

You found Zuko in the main ballroom after searching fruitlessly through other areas of the palace. He stood in the middle of the room while someone spoke with him, gesturing to something in the room--the walls, it looked like. Obviously, they were probably referring to something on the walls, but you couldn’t tell what from where you were. You could tell, though, that Zuko was having a very hard time staying engaged in the conversation.

You crept into the room, not wanting to distract anyone from their jobs, but startled at the loud clanging of a tool on the ballroom floor to your right.

A glance over showed you a woman struggling to reach for it--a small hammer--while trying to keep a tapestry corner in place above her. You dashed over and handed it to her, throwing her a small smile when she thanked you.

You turned back to look for Zuko and saw him turned away from his conversation, looking in your direction. His confused expression shifted into one of relief and he quickly excused himself before making his way over to you.

The ballroom was a special place in the palace, and the windows were the most elaborate thing about it. They were floodgates; open so that the sunlight would pour in at any moment and illuminate the entire room. It made the ballroom the brightest room in the palace, and you had never been more grateful for windows than at that moment.

Fuck, he looked otherworldly. Like he was born on another plane of existence too bright and beautiful for human eyes to comprehend and he carried a piece of that plane inside him while he walked this world. And the best part--he was looking at you.

You were staring. You needed to stop staring. You blinked and waved at him, finally ungluing yourself from your spot by the woman you’d just helped to meet him halfway. You really hoped she was too busy hanging her tapestry to see you drooling over the Fire Lord.

Because that's what he was, at the end of the day. It was pathetic how often you had to remind yourself.

Zuko slumped a bit when he reached you. “Please tell me you’re here because Sokka fell in a fountain somewhere and is in dire need of help. I think I’m starting to go nose-blind from how many flower arrangements I’ve sniffed,” he said, a pleading look on his face.

“Sokka is alive and far away from any fountains, as far as I know,” he grimaced in disappointment, “but, I come offering service. What needs help?” you finished, glancing around the room.

“Oh, no, you don’t need to do that,” Zuko rushed, “I know I’ve been complaining a lot but I’ve got it, I promise. You shouldn’t spend one of your last days here doing errands for me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Zuko, you literally passed out on my shoulder yesterday in what I’m convinced is the darkest--and smallest--closet in this palace. And you’re a firebender! You literally draw power from the sun; you should not be sleepy during the day. Let me help,” you argued. He hadn’t said anything yet, but you could see his resolve crumbling. “Please,” you added.

Zuko looked at you pensively. He sighed. “Fine.” A beat passed. “Thank you,” he quietly added, not meeting your eyes.

He set you to work soon after that. All morning, you followed him around, acting like another limb to him. You were a second opinion; a second mouth; a second brain. And it turns out, you weren't that bad at event planning either.

You could tell how grateful he was for the extra help by how many times you caught him looking at you. You could even see the fatigue slowly leaving his eyes.

A midday break came around in the garden and you chose to sit by yourself away from the rest of the palace staff. You were kind of tired, and you didn't want his employees to get the wrong idea about you anyway.

Your alone time only lasted about ten minutes.

You heard footsteps crunching in the grass and turned around in confusion, knowing that it wasn't Zuko's footfall. You were met with the three-bunned girl you had seen with the meddle-squad earlier. You had to admit, she was even prettier up close. No--she was gorgeous. There wasn’t any other way to put it.

The three-bunned girl sat to your right and stared at the same bush you’d been staring at without saying a word.

You didn't really know what to say to that. So you just stared at the bush too.

“Has the bush said anything?” she suddenly deadpanned.

You really didn't know what to say to that. “Uh… no?”

“Then why are we staring at it?” she drawled, still not looking at you.

Your face scrunched up in confusion. “Well, I'm looking at it because my energy for social interaction kind of ran out a while ago and I'm trying to recharge it. But I don't… know you.”

She huffed a laugh through her nose and responded, “I'm Mai.”

That didn’t really tell you anything. “Okay… cool,” you said. “I'm (Y/N).”

“Cool.”

You both went back to not speaking until Mai broke the silence. “So I hear you’re pretty good friends with Zuko,” she started.

There it was. You couldn’t help but start laughing to yourself at the lengths they were going to. This was, what, the third thing they were attempting? “Toph and Sokka sent you, didn’t they.”

“Yup.”

You sighed and considered this. “Do I want to know what they told you to do?”

Mai smirked. “If you’re as in love with him as they told me you are, then probably not.”

“Mother of badgermoles,” you cursed, scratching your eyebrow.

Her smirk faded a little but stayed nevertheless. “I just have a few questions for you and then I’ll leave you alone.”

You turned to her, finally, and raised an eyebrow.

Mai met your stare, her face completely neutral now, and continued. “Have you ever started a fight with someone?”

Your mind flashed back to a year ago on the day you first met Zuko. “... Yes,” you admitted reluctantly, “but it was provoked and he deserved it. And I won.”

She raised an eyebrow, but you couldn’t tell if she was impressed or not. “Has Zuko ever fallen asleep on you before?”

“Yes.”

“On which side of his head?”

You thought back to the previous day. “His… unscarred side was on my shoulder.”

She assessed you for a moment before saying her final question. “Have you ever been in love?”

Your eyes wandered around at nothing while you thought of an answer. “Does currently count?”

“No.”

“Then no. Though I honestly don’t know why,” you said, gesturing to the empty space around you, “since I’m clearly so popular.”

Mai took the next few moments to analyze you and then snorted. She snorted. You didn’t have to be an expert on her to know that she did not do that often. And honestly, you knew it sounded shallow, but you had never seen a girl as pretty as her make any sound even remotely close to that.

With that, she stood up, brushed the dirt off her clothes, tossed at you, “It was nice to meet you. See you later, probably,” and walked out of the garden.

The words “You too” weakly left your throat as your eyes followed her briefly before twisting back around to your bush.

That felt like a test. That clearly wasn’t what Toph and them told her to do. That was an interview if anything. Did you pass? Mai’s emotions were even harder to decipher than your own.

This small moment of contemplation was also interrupted, but this time by someone you were more familiar with.

Zuko plopped down where Mai had been, eyes darting around and looking back to you every so often. You just stared at the side of his head since he wouldn’t look at you for some reason. “Are you okay?” you finally asked after some painful silence.

The panicked look in his eyes told you he was not. “Yeah, I just… ” he took a moment to try and figure out what he wanted to say next, “You… talked to Mai.”

“Yes, that was her name,” you replied, trying to hint at him to elaborate.

“Did she… say anything? About… me?” Zuko’s posture was even worse than normal. He was hunched over and began picking at the grass, peering up at you, nervously waiting for an answer.

You stared at him some more, but not in the ogling way you usually did. When he started trying to pull the grass out of the ground, your hand stopped his. “Zuko,” you began, pulling his hand gently away from the grass and leaving it in his lap. His jaw tightened a little and he closed his eyes briefly before meeting yours uncertainly. “I mean this in the nicest way possible: Why are you so fucking skittish right now?”

He frowned immediately. “I’m not skittish,” he defended, just like he had expected him to.

“Okay ‘not-skittish.’ Spill.”

Zuko huffed and frowned at the air in front of him instead of you. “Fine…” he paused, “Mai is my ex-girlfriend.”

Well. You didn’t have a comeback for that one. “No, she’s not,” you asserted.

Zuko whipped his head back to you, his brow furrowed. “Yes she is.”

Your brain wasn’t sending words to your mouth to respond with, so Zuko took charge. “I’ve known her since we were kids. We both had crushes on each other so we dated for a bit as teenagers and eventually decided we were better as friends.”

Your brain was still trying to process it, but some words managed to work their way out this time. “But--she’s so… hot?”

Zuko’s face told you he was about to try and get you to elaborate on this, so you spoke before he could. “Sorry. I guess it’s just… never occurred to me before that you might actually have a love life. Unlike me,” you snorted, trying to cover up… whatever it was you were feeling. Mai was cool, from the five minutes you had spoken to her, but picturing them together just felt… wrong.

“What do you mean?” Zuko asked.

“Oh, I’ve never been in a relationship before. Like that, I mean,” you explained.

You had never seen Zuko look more shocked or surprised at anything the entire time you’d known him. His eyebrow flew up his forehead and even his scarred eye bugged out just the slightest bit. The sunlight danced in his irises and made the amber look like fire. All he did was gape at you.

You rolled your eyes, a little embarrassed that he was making such a big deal out of it, and went to dismiss the topic, but he beat you to it.

“But--you--” and then it was his turn to be cut off. The rest of the palace staff began to move from their spots in the garden, rustling and chatter cutting the atmosphere of the moment you hadn’t even noticed was there until it was gone.

Zuko snapped out of whatever trance he was in but kept looking back at you out of the corner of his eye as you two stood up from the grass. He wanted to say something, clearly. And honestly, you didn’t know if it was better, or worse that you didn’t hear it.

It was probably better.

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puppy love!

🌸💌 usui masumi

summary: masumi adopts a dog at the end

dedication: kmf anon 💍 — masumi loves you so much!

warnings: enemies to lovers (very light mention), falling, swearing

author’s note: i decided to write this adorable fluffy piece for my friend about masumi & reader volunteering at an animal shelter together~ (꒪ω꒪υ) please enjoy this puppy love ft. a very cute dog who plays matchmaker between you two!

word count: 3,859

music: this side of paradise – coyote theory

let’s make one thing clear: masumi didn’t like dogs

they were too loud, they ran around all the time, and they were way more trouble than they were worth. masumi didn’t like dogs, dogs didn’t like masumi, it was a mutual understanding

so how did masumi end up adopting a dog? well, it involved a park, a dog gone wild, and one veterinarian-to-be at an animal shelter

like every day after school, masumi took the shortest route to the mankai dorms: straight through veludo way’s park during its busiest hour

unfortunately, it was crowded nearly every time his acting sessions were finished. kids played silly childhood games before eventually crying about a boo-boo only a mother’s kiss could fix. teens masumi couldn’t relate to held picnics with their friends to savor the last fleeting memories of their youth. even grown elderly were practicing their afternoon yoga on decade-old mats. overall, every single age group was present right when masumi needed to head home

it was nothing soundproof headphones couldn’t fix with his volume turned up (it was no longer at maximum, he winced at the memory of how loud his music was as a moody teenager) (now, he was a moody young adult, but still)

but, maybe if he didn’t have such high quality headphones, he’d be able to hear a very alarmed voice call out to him and the sound of four paws running

“sir! watch out for—”

masumi quickly was knocked off-balance, his headphones flew off his ears and were replaced by the texture of a wet tongue. gross... masumi cringed as he tried to keep hold of a wriggling, fluffy mess and its wagging tail slapping his face

“oh my gosh, i’m so sorry for chocolate!” masumi tried to keep his eyes open as two black eyes and a happy grin greeted him. this... was chocolate?

“chocolate?” masumi murmured, to which the rather large chihuahua barked back a reply as if it understood. a figure blocked the sunlight streaming down upon the duo, a flash of a white coat momentarily distracting him from the constant panting from the dog in his arms

“ah... i’m sorry once again. she’s usually never like this, i promise.” you promised, bending down to reach for chocolate. yet, when you attempted to gather her entire being, you struggled as chocolate seemingly clung to masumi with a whine

masumi couldn’t even complain as he stared at you with wide eyes. who were you and how did he not know you yet? he was so distracted by your presence that he almost forgot there was a dog desperately attempting to lick his face all over

you were about to call for chocolate before you met masumi’s eyes, pausing before a light blush settled across your face. why was he looking at you like that?

“a-are you okay, sir? did you hit your head on the way down?” you waved your hand in front of masumi’s face before he snapped back to reality, blinking as he held out chocolate to you

“no, i’m fine. but... uh, your dog won’t let go of me.”

you held onto chocolate’s stubby legs and pulled. she didn’t even budge as she started growling at the mere threat of being removed from this stranger. you raised both of your hands defensively, trying to appear like you were totally okay with chocolate practically being attached at the hip with a random person in the park

“i... honestly don’t know why she’s doing this. she hates people, well, except me.”

masumi didn’t find that hard to believe. who wouldn’t like you? barely a few minutes into meeting you and he wanted to know everything about you

“she’s not my dog, by the way. i volunteer at the local animal shelter nearby.” when you introduced yourself, masumi barely registered he was suddenly holding your hand and hoisting himself off the ground (it seemed impossible, but chocolate cuddled into him even more)

“are you interested in adoption?” masumi was thinking anything but that

“it’s—” “she.” masumi blinked again, looking back down at chocolate then you. “uh... no but she, she’s... nice?”

you couldn’t help but laugh, successfully prying chocolate off in the meantime as you didn’t have it in you to be upset with his half-assed attempt. “you don’t like dogs, i assume?”

“they don’t usually like me, that’s all.” masumi lied smoothly, forgetting he just had an anti-social dog attack him like they were family. you raised an eyebrow at that obvious fib, but didn’t press anymore after getting a secure hold on the dog’s leash

“of course. well, i’m sorry again for chocolate, mr...?” you trailed off, half paying attention and half struggling to keep the dog from running towards masumi

“it’s masumi, usui masumi.” he said, subconsciously stepping away whenever chocolate lunged towards his ankles. you frowned at this but didn’t mention it, apologizing again before taking your leave

was this it? was this the last time he was going to see you?

masumi watched as chocolate kept looking back at him with her pleading eyes. why did that little dog like him so much? he didn’t even have any food on him...

maybe, dogs weren’t so bad after all... especially if you were there

“wait!” masumi called out this time, jogging up to the bench where you were gathering all the daily necessities when walking a dog. you almost let out a sigh of relief when chocolate became masumi’s issue to handle

masumi didn’t know what exactly made him detour his normal schedule even more, but here he was, taking up every excuse to talk to you. you, with the large chihuahua

“do you need any more volunteers at the shelter?”

you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, you almost let go of chocolate’s leash again! trying to figure out whether this was a revenge prank or not, you couldn’t tell based off masumi’s serious expression

“what? i thought you didn’t like dogs?”

“no. i love animals!”

masumi didn’t love animals, especially dogs

but, of course, an animal shelter always needed more volunteers. after getting a very hesitant reference from you, they didn’t even do a background check on masumi before taking him in. apparently, “corg-key to your heart!” had been understaffed. lucky him!

conveniently you and masumi were scheduled around the same times for training, meaning his impulsive commitment wasn’t a huge waste of time. except, there was one thing

chocolate wouldn’t leave his side ever since his first day of volunteering

it’s like masumi was made of every food possible and chocolate was a hungry person looking for a buffet. it was impossible to separate the two, even when you were there!

(you pretended it didn’t hurt when you were no longer chocolate’s favorite, but it was very obvious)

apparently, ever since you started volunteering years ago, chocolate had already been there. she was practically ancient now and was still looking for her forever home

but she had never grown to like anyone, making it hard for people to adopt her. she only liked you (and now masumi)

so volunteering at veludo way’s animal shelter, “corg-key to your heart”, wasn’t on his to-do list, but here he was. all because of you who he wanted to get to know more

but... that was becoming hard when you were suddenly competing against him for chocolate’s love & devotion

but, not only did he adopt a dog, but he had won the key to your heart as well. all it took was four simple steps!

#1 — clean the cages

masumi had never smelt anything worse in his entire life. walking into the back of an animal shelter made him stumble back from how awful the stench was. you strolled in, apron on, as if it was nothing, greeting the animals by name at the beginning of the day

“what are you doing?” masumi pinched his nose closed, narrowing his eyes at the sudden barking when they sensed there was a new person in the room. you rolled your eyes at how wimpish he was being, ruffling a dog’s fur as you gestured towards the cleaning gear in the back

“these cages won’t clean themselves, you know.” you tossed a sponge and bucket at masumi, who caught it easily, much to your dismay. when he glanced at both of them, you tilted your head as he seemed confused

“have you never scrubbed the floor before?” — “wh-of course i have!” — “doubt.”

masumi pressed himself to the wall as you let all the dogs out, letting them run out into the field so they could get their morning meal time in. he huffed as you laughed, knowing you didn’t warn him on purpose

“get to cleaning or we’ll have to smell this forever.” you didn’t have to tell masumi twice before he started scrubbing, holding his breath for a minute at a time

after making the beds, sweeping, and cleaning up any other messes, you turned around to ask about the floors before seeing masumi nudge chocolate away. she had somehow escaped from her pack to sit by his side, to which he ignored

this was so unfair! you love chocolate! she was your favorite but she was completely ignoring you for someone who didn’t even like dogs!

when masumi looked up, he tried to smile but you looked away, suddenly very annoyed. masumi frowned, glaring at chocolate and her giant eyes

damn it! he was almost going to have a moment with you, but chocolate blew it! why did she keep getting in between you two...

masumi quickly became the only person capable of floor duty since chocolate would trail after him obediently

you mumbled about how masumi didn’t even deserve that love! how could anyone even love him like that anyways?

#2 — dog walks

masumi by no means was inactive. he was the typical athlete; he could throw a ball, run a mile, swim laps, anything under the sun. but, walking multiple dogs at once was a whole different league of its own

no one told him he’d have to make sure ten different leashes didn’t wrap around his legs and cause him to fall over. nor did he think all these dogs had this much strength to drag him over every square inch of the park he frequented on the way home. unfortunately, he was beginning to spend way too much time outside

masumi didn’t know how, but he’s been getting better at remembering everyone’s names. the dogs had their own distinct personalities and appearances, with a coordinating rainbow of leashes

apparently, you found this very amusing. at first, masumi only walked chocolate to get practice in, but he’s unfortunately leveled up to even more dogs. you got back chocolate, but you began to understand why her attention always went back to masumi

even if he wouldn’t admit it, masumi was a natural with dogs. he remembered their favorite treats like it was nothing and had a guiding presence, making even the most hyperactive breeds calm down every now and then. masumi was fast enough to catch any rogue dog and threw every frisbee far enough to catch their breath

masumi figured out you weren’t as annoyed at him when you had chocolate, so he was 100% willing to manhandle hundred-pound dogs to get your satisfaction

even if it meant falling over in the middle of the field when the dogs decided to merry-go-round his legs

when you looked up from your spot underneath the tree, you tried your best to stifle your laughter seeing masumi fall for the second time in this lifetime

when masumi dug himself out of the pile of dogs happy to be with him, he was faced with an open hand and a teasing smile on your face

“having fun down there?” you joked, before masumi took your hand, about to pull himself up before freezing. you wish you weren’t so obvious with how much you stared at him right then and there

both of you caught each other’s gaze, seemingly lost in each other’s eyes before you realized there was one less leash in your possession

“wait... where’s chocolate?!” (after a moment of panic on your end, all masumi had to do was call her name and she ran over. it’s like she planned this whole thing on purpose...)

you two made sure not to touch again to avoid another distraction, even if your shoulders and hands kept brushing on the way back to the shelter. whenever you two exchanged leashes, all you two could remember was the accidental hand hold

walking the dogs with masumi became much more difficult all of a sudden. if you looked at him, you wouldn’t be able to look away. masumi didn’t question why you stopped meeting his eye

#3 — welcoming homes

chocolate had been at the “corg-key to your heart!” shelter for the past decade or so

but, you were allowed to take her home every weekend so she could get a break from everything. when it was your daily time with chocolate, you exited the break room only to find masumi already with her

masumi, who was always reluctant to get too close to any of the animals, seemed to throw caution to the wind as he slowly patted chocolate. she laid in his lap, her head propped up on his thigh as she sighed contentedly

you knew you were always jealous of masumi and chocolate’s instant connection but this time, you felt an indescribable amount of feelings seeing your best girl with your favorite co-volunteer (did you just think that? when did that happen?!)

masumi looked up from his seat on the floor, a red hue tinting his cheeks as he looked away, unsure of what to do next. “sorry, seems like she doesn’t want to move.” masumi looked anything but sorry but you let it slide

you sat next to the pair, reaching over to fondly massage chocolate’s ears. she leaned into your touch and your heart practically melted at the sight. you were so consumed by love you didn’t notice masumi’s small smile at your affection

“today’s my day to take her home. though, i don’t know how she’ll react without you.” you laughed, knowing it was going to be hell to separate these two

somehow, someway, masumi and chocolate had become the ultimate duo. after chocolate laying on masumi scrubbing all those floors, the park playtimes (which were the only time she moved more than a few feet ever), and everything in between, they began to become friends

(yes, it was cute. yes, you were still envious. though, this time, you didn’t know of who)

“then you should let me visit tomorrow.” masumi suddenly said, his words rushed as if he didn’t mean to say them. you paused, unable to comprehend the fact masumi wanted to come to your house

“u-uh... why?” you watched as masumi ducked his head, fiddling with chocolate’s collar as if embarrassed. you had never seen him react so physically, you wondered if you were reading too much into things

“chocolate will miss me. plus, i... i want to see you outside of work, too.”

ba-dump! your heart swelled up with love again, this time a very childish and innocent type that came with crushes. did you like masumi? was this okay to feel when you two were technically not even official friends?

“fine. but, make sure to bring something as a gift for chocolate or i’ll kick you out.”

“i’ll bring her favorite treat, promise.”

when you brought chocolate home, you stared at her as she lounged around

“i don’t like him... right?”

even chocolate seemed unconvinced, and she was a dog

masumi somehow knew chocolate’s favorite treat, believe it or not

when he showed up with that premium type of ham, it made you feel some type of way. how much did he know about chocolate? about you? just how perceptive was masumi actually?

“i know we weren’t apart long, but... here, take this.” when masumi gave you a box of your own favorite food as well, you felt everything in your system shut down as you tried to comprehend how he knew this. when you thought about it some more and realized you also knew masumi’s favorites, you blanked

did you two just skip the friends part completely? how did you already know this much about a total stranger?

“t-thank you, come in!” when you invited masumi in, he seemed to fit right in. it didn’t take long before chocolate was all over him, immediately leaping into his arms and ignoring the ham completely (until she came face to face with it, then she couldn’t resist)

you two spent the majority of saturday’s afternoon together, retelling horror stories and all the craziness that came with the week’s volunteer work. unlike before when masumi was disinterested, his eyes lit up as he recounted his encounters with the animals

you leaned forward, eager to see him talk so enthusiastically about a subject you loved. when masumi finished questioning how active the dogs were, he did a double take when he noticed your stare

were you looking at him the same way he looked at you? masumi held in his breath, eyes flickering down to your lips then back up. before you two could move, chocolate barked, demanding more attention from both her closest workers

you two quickly snapped out of it, going back to coddling chocolate and making sure she was taken care of

next, you two decided it was time for her walk. as you held the leash, masumi walked ahead to make sure there were no sticks or stones in her path. chocolate trotted happily, enjoying the views of the quieter parts of veludo way

you two held easy conversation, the words flowing naturally and the tension that came with work faded away. you almost forgot why you were always irritated with one another at the beginning. as you were about to say something, chocolate stopped

you lost your footing and tripped over chocolate, about to crash land before a pair of strong arms caught you. you understood how all those dogs didn’t get away as masumi made sure you were okay, holding you up as you stared up at him

(chocolate sat there satisfied, looking at her two favorites and making sure to hide her smug face)

“be careful next time, i don’t want to see you hurt.” masumi revealed almost in a whisper, his voice soft as you nodded meekly. unlike before, you two didn’t separate in a flustered rush. instead, when you forced yourself off his chest, masumi took your free hand like it was second nature

“i’ll make sure you don’t fall again so don’t let go.”

when you looked down at your conjoined hands, you were certain you had fallen without him noticing

if only you knew masumi had fallen for you the moment chocolate knocked him over

#4 — fundraiser

you and masumi were workers at the animal shelter’s fundraiser of the month. each month, “corg-key to your heart!” promoted their animals to the public in order to raise adoption rates

you two arrived to find yourselves where it all started: the park. at the center of it all were colorful posters advertising the pets and a pristine white booth guaranteed to be stained by grass in a few hours

for the past few weeks, you both have been passing out flyers and posting news on social media to attract potential adopters. not only did that, but the funds would be helpful for the electricity and food bill coming up

turning up to a forming crowd was nothing short of excitement. you both sat down at the booth, clipboards ready and energy buzzing in the air over the possibility of the pets finding their forever homes

as the blue sky passed by and the conversation in veludo way’s park grew, you and masumi worked together to make sure this fundraiser would be better than the last

“come meet our furry friends! you’ll find your best friend here at ‘corg-key to your heart!’” — “you’ll love these dogs and cats! come meet them today!”

although both of you were typically more on the quiet side, you and masumi made sure to attract as much attention as possible for the animals. slowly but surely, people began stepping up and asking questions about the pets

everything was going smoothly. you and masumi went on & on about all the traits about each animal you both have grown to know and love, donations were coming in at a consistent rate, and the staff were managing the excited dogs well. everything was great, until...

“how about this one?” a man had come up to the pair, gesturing towards one of the few dogs who wasn’t receiving that much attention. chocolate pouted in her cage, eagerly looking for someone to play with as she wagged her tail

masumi stopped himself from frowning, instead crossing his arms and forcing his voice to remain neutral. he couldn’t let down the animal shelter like this

“her name is chocolate. she’s a 13-year-old chihuahua who loves food and sleeping more than anything.” after going into a whole spiel about how wonderful chocolate was, the man seemed even more convinced that she was the one

“well, is she up for adoption?” you were about to respond with an enthusiastic ‘yes!’ before masumi shook his head, putting on fake sympathy as he shrugged

“no, she’s not. you just missed her, sorry.”

when the man went away, you dropped your customer service smile and slapped masumi’s arm. “hey!” masumi quickly lowered his tone, looking around to make sure no one was disturbed

“why did you say that?! chocolate has been looking for a home for so long now. she could’ve had an owner!”

“but, i want to be her owner.”

you couldn’t believe it, you were unsure of how to respond. was this real life? did masumi actually just say he wanted to adopt chocolate—

“yes, i am interested in adoption. i know if she went away with him, we’d never see her again. i always want to be with her, i’ll adopt her.”

you threw your arms around him, pulling masumi into a tight hug. a part of you was sad you’d see chocolate off, but now this meant you two would be able to see one another even more! this was the best-case scenario!

“masumi, thank you so much! i’m so happy, i could kiss you right now!”

silence (even if the park was crowded). then, masumi leaned back just like that saturday walk back then

“then, kiss me.”

when you met him halfway, masumi realized maybe he didn’t dislike dogs as much as he thought

you were too loud, you ran around with the dogs all the time, and you were way more trouble than you were worth. but, masumi likes you, you like him, it was a mutual understanding now

dogs weren’t so bad. after all, masumi had to thank a certain dog for making him fall for you at the park

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rough edges pt. 6.5 (m)

pairing: jungkook | reader genre: college!au, badboy!jk, fluffy too :( warnings: swearing, drugs word count: 1.5k

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / part 6.5 / 7

author’s note: a short filler chapter.

RE asks tag

Suga’s drink lands on the table with unnecessary force, earning some stares. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

After a text from Jungkook asking to meet, he figured it would be nothing more than a good lunch with his buddy. But as Jungkook settles into his seat and opens his mouth, the older boy closes his eyes in disbelief.

Jungkook expected nothing short of absolute resistance from him. “She won’t get in the way."

"She already is."

"What’s that supposed to mean?"

Suga lowers his voice, eyes wandering to the bouts of people walking around the mall on this lovely Tuesday. "Let’s not pretend you weren’t about to run off with her and have ten children a few weeks ago."

Jungkook’s eyes shift uncomfortably, fingers mindlessly drumming the armrest of his chair. "I wasn’t thinking straight then."

"Yeah because of her.” He stresses the last three words.

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with Y/N the last time.” He gives Suga a questioning look. “What’s with the sudden hostility towards her now?”

“That was all fun and drinks.” He states, like it’s obvious. “Also, don’t lie to me and tell me she can handle what goes down at the club. What really goes down."

"I’ll keep her out of it.”

“How?"

"She can stay in the office and help out with our accounts and inventory."

He watches Suga think it over, knowing it’s a sure win for him after now that he’s brought up the accounts. It’s the one thing he hates with a passion and they alternate the task every week. But with you around, he wouldn’t have to set eyes on those numbers anymore. Or liaise with the grumpy old man who supplies them toilet paper.

“I’ll think about it.”

Jungkook smiles in victory. “Don’t front, you actually like her.”

“She’s alright.” He sighs. “I’ve said it before, I don’t care that you’re dating. But I’m still worried about you.”

“I’m feeling better now and I promised I’d get my shit together, didn’t I?”

“Kyun’s on to you, you know?”

Jungkook’s quirks a brow at him curiously, edging him to go on.

“The dip in your deals.” He says. “That’s the reason RM joined us. You need to watch him.”

“Not like there’s anything I can do about it,” he shrugs, “half of my buyers switched over.”

“That’s what I said to him.” Suga looks at Jungkook like a dad giving advice to his son. “He’s willing to let your numbers slide but you need to prove yourself and show up more. He wouldn’t have sent RM on campus if you hadn’t ghosted your buyers back then.”

Jungkook presses his lips into a thin line and scratches his head. “Sorry. I’ll keep up. I promise.”

“Don’t let her distract you from doing your job.”

“It’s not her fault.” He sighs, “I’m just…”

“Lovesick?”

“Shut up man.” He kicks the older guy under the table and they laugh, mostly out of embarrassment for Jungkook. Then he shakes his head until the smile on his face goes off, staring at nothing. “I love her.”

Suga observes his little brother, worrying it might be harder to keep the two of you apart than he thinks. “Love is a strong word.”

“Well I feel very strongly for her.” Jungkook says matter-of-factly.

“Dude, I get it. She’s sweet, kind, caring, cute, has this vibe that makes you always wanna be with her and⎼”

“And you better watch it ‘cause you’re starting to sound just like the voice inside my head.”

“And it seems like she loves you too.” He finishes, making Jungkook smile.

“You do get it.” He grins proudly, thinking about how excited you’d be if you knew just what Suga thinks of you.

“But…” Suga continues, crossing his leg over the other and pauses, choosing his next few words carefully. “She might not even be the one.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying, you’re still in your honeymoon phase. Everything looks and feels great now. But shit happens and sometimes relationships don’t work out in the long run. Feelings fade. I don’t want you to risk what you’ve got going on now for something that might not even exist in future.”

The words hit Jungkook hard. He can’t even bear to think about what would happen if you weren’t together anymore.

“Real talk alert.” Jungkook laughs bitterly. Suga looks at him, unimpressed at the lame attempt to brush his feelings aside.

“Just think of it as another one of your casual relationships. Don’t set yourself up for disappointment.”

He knows that’s impossible. Your relationship is vastly different from the ones he’s had before this. Even with the ones he dated exclusively, he’s never felt the same way as he does for you now. To reduce your entire relationship right now into nothing more than a fling, would be heartbreaking not only for you but for him as well. At this point even calling you his girlfriend doesn’t seem to do your relationship justice. He nods but it’s only to get Suga to stop.

“Alright, let’s go.” Jungkook gets up, a sudden change in mood.

“Where to?”

“Just come with me.”

Past the rows of retail stores, they head into a separate section of the outdoor mall which houses sports stores and other recreational studios. Large see-through windows allow passer-bys to view inside. Jungkook comes to a stop in front of one of them and Suga follows behind, stopping just short of bumping into his back.

“Amazing.” Suga says, staring approvingly at the ongoing class. Of course, then he spots you in one of the rows and realises why he’s here. “I love pilates.”

“It’s a yoga class.”

“Oh whatever, it’s hot.”

The class moves from a downward facing dog to a puppy dog pose, bottoms in the air, chest and chin on the mat. “Goddamn.”

“Dude.”

“What? You brought me here!” He reasons, “We already look like perverts standing in front of this window, I might as well enjoy it.”

“You’re so embarrassing.”

“Y/N has her ass up, face down right now, are you not staring too?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Jungkook mutters under his breath, eyeing groups of people walking past them.

Rolling his eyes away from Jungkook, he watches you, and your butt, and thinks about what Jungkook proposed earlier. “You sure about this?”

Jungkook turns to him. “Yeah.”

“I don’t know, buddy.”

“Please? It’ll only be temporary.”

Suga presses his lips together. “Only for a couple of months?” He asks and Jungkook nods. By then you’d have gotten a new job anyway, he’ll make sure of it even.

“Alright fine,” he says, but before Jungkook can celebrate he holds a finger up to stop him, “but on one condition ⎼ I’m not babysitting, you come in for work together so you can keep an eye on her.”

Jungkook slaps him on the back as a way of saying thanks. “No problem.”

It’s a nice surprise, leaving class to find the both of them standing there, waiting for you. Hana tugs the back of your top, wary of Suga’s presence. He doesn’t seem to notice her though as he eyes the hug you give Jungkook.

Without Jungkook telling you they have some good news for you, you would’ve never guessed with the way Suga remains looking indifferent.

“Remember what you said about working at the club?”

“Yeahhh, what about it?” You ask slowly.

“You’re in.”

“What?” Hana and you simultaneously say, though hers was more in shock.

She gets ignored as you squeeze Jungkook’s hands and start bouncing on your toes. “Really?”

“You start tomorrow.” Suga says. “Don’t be late.”

You nod enthusiastically, moving in to hug him but he stops you and takes a step back. Seconds later you gasp, then smile timidly at him. “Can I start the day after instead? I have some papers to complete.”

“Already going against the boss before you even start?” He shoots you a look which tells you he’s less than impressed at your antics and that cute face won’t get you any special treatment. Shaking his head, he looks at Jungkook. “Whatever man, you deal with this.”

“Thank you!” You yell at his back as he walks off in the other direction. Then you wrap around Jungkook, resting your chin on his chest. “Did you do this?”

“Mhm,” he nods, “but it’s only temporary, got it?”

“Okay. Thank you.”

“I’ll pick you up and we’ll go together.”

“Yes, sir.”

He scoffs, though he admits it sounds nice when you say it. There’s something quite exhilarating about all this. Now, you get to be near him while he works, though, you still haven’t figured out what the plan is and Hana will most likely grill you about it later.

“You’ll just be helping us with some admin stuff. We’ll discuss your pay later, probably have to have you sign a contract but we’ll see. No need to dress for a club but make sure you get some sleep before that okay? And make sure you have dinner.”

Pinching both his cheeks and bringing his face down to yours, you give him a peck on the lips.

“Yes boss!”

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