#it’s too bad I couldn’t come up with something funny or witty for him to say what a missed opportunity

[deleetrix]

Blue pen sketch!

[cottonlemonade]

Mr Steal Your Girl

word count: 1311 || avg. reading time: 6 mins.

pairing: post-time skip!Kenma x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff, University

warnings: spoilers

synopsis: Kenma tries to ask you out but has awful timing

It was already hard enough to dress for a normal date but finding an outfit for a blind date you didn’t want to go to to begin with was impossible.

Your best friend was annoyed that she couldn’t take you and your chronically single self on any double dates and so decided to take matters into her own hands. At least once every few months she would close her eyes and pick a random guy walking around the campus cafeteria and ask if he was interested in a “cool, funny, smart girl that was just too shy to ask herself” and most of the time that was enough. The date was set, your friend dragged you along and you had a miserable two hours before being allowed to return to your natural habitat - your dorm room.

In her defense, most guys she selected were actually very nice. And except for the last one who had forgotten his wallet, then ate his weight in burgers, let you pay, and had since vanished without a trace or payback, they all knew how to behave. They kept the conversations going, complimented you, and usually asked for a second date, but you liked being alone and besides, dating was stressful. Who needed the whole hassle of getting dressed up and leaving the house? You wanted someone who liked to spend their time indoors, watch movies, play games, build a Lego set or two, snuggle, and snack.

Kenma was convinced that you were perfect for him. Witty, had excellent taste in games and music, and a figure that put every body pillow he ever received as a promo gift to shame. He spent the better part of any lecture twirling his pen in his long fingers and staring at the back of your head, then quickly snapping his eyes the other way, pretending to look intently at the monitor upfront if you happened to turn around during a stretch. He remembered overhearing one of his former classmates once saying that asking someone out was easy, but now that Kenma absently drew a heart with your initials on the side of his notes, he found he didn’t share that sentiment. Partly because he didn’t like to go out in the first place, so how would he convincingly invite someone to something he didn’t even want to go to either?

None of his friends knew about his crush on you and he wasn’t going to admit it to them. Not because he would be embarrassed if they knew, but because he didn’t want to be grouped together with your small and not-so-secret on-campus fan club - a bunch of desperate boys who all wanted a piece of the chubby queen of homebodies. So he denied any allegations that quickening his sluggish steps on the way to the lecture hall to sit in your vicinity, his sleep-deprived heart eyes and doodle-adorned notepads meant anything. Pondering, he tapped the tip of his pen onto the paper, trying to figure out a way to invite you to play games with him, romantically. He wasn‘t going to stoop as low as to ask Kuroo for help and instead took to the wild seas of the internet for advice.

As he scrolled through the many many forums, sifting through mostly bad ideas, he overheard one of your friends say, “It‘s just dinner and a movie. Give him a chance. He is the captain of the swim team after all.“

Kenma‘s heart sank - and then bounced back up immediately when you groaned.

“Look, it‘s sweet and … a little concerning how much you care about my love life, but I‘m not interested in him. Or anyone really. I just prefer to be alone.“

100% understanding and agreeing with you, Kenma chewed the inside of his cheek, thinking if it would come across as weird and creepy if he were to ask you to be alone together.

“But I worry about you.“, the friend pouted.

You laughed and gently put a hand on her shoulder, “Not everyone meets the love of their life at university.“

In truth, you just didn‘t want your friend to know about your ridiculous crush on Kodzuken. Your heart had almost jumped out of your chest when you first spotted the tell-tale half-dyed ponytail in your class and heard the all too familiar voice during a presentation project. It was silly, really, and you did well pushing your infatuation to the very back of your mind.

After all, whenever you tried to catch a glimpse of him he would look away immediately, making it all too clear that wasn‘t interested in a conversation.

It was no use either way. Your friend wouldn‘t stop pushing until you were social for an evening so you chose your usual - well fitted jeans and a thin, long sleeved sweater to keep the cold and any potential bodily contact to a minimum. Your friend waved when she recognized you getting off the bus. She was already waiting in the arms of her boyfriend with a tower of a guy right next to them, who, when seeing who his set-up was going to be, looked a little disappointed. Oh great.

Kenma felt more pathetic by the second. All day he had tried to work up the courage to catch you in a calm minute to ask you out before your date. If it went well with that guy, chances were he wouldn’t ever let you go (if he knew what was best for him), so this was basically his last opportunity ever. When he didn’t manage to ask during class, then neither during lunch, nor in the library he never went to before, and neither at the bus stop, he thought he might as well face the fact that it wasn’t meant to be. But he found himself a few hours later behind you in the queue at the movie theater, he heard you were planning to go to. He would have to ask now before he’d have to buy a ticket. As he politely waited for a lull in the conversation between you and the Iron Man your friend set you up with, Kenma tried to busy himself with a game on his phone to calm his nerves. But he became so engrossed in a level that he missed his chance and could only watch you walk away with your friends. He should just give up. This was ludicrous.

“One ticket to whatever movie they just went to.”, he said before he could stop himself.

Just turn around. Turn around and leave. Come on.

But his feet had other plans. With the overpriced movie stub in hand, he shuffled to the auditorium and searched in the crowd for you. Unfortunately, the first marker he found was the tall guy next to you, talking to your friend and boyfriend, leaving you to sit quietly and awkwardly to the side.

He walked up the steps and your eyes met. Your cheeks blushed, as did his, and with the confidence of a deflated balloon, he came to a halt next to you, hands in his pockets.

“Hey y/n, I’m Kenma. I’m in your business class.”

“I know.”, you said and he was already relieved. First hurdle down. Now, carefully…

“Do you wanna go to a gaming café together?”

“Wha- right now?”

“I mean, yeah, if you don’t have anything else going on.”, he looked past you to the guy who just stared at him in disbelief and added in appeasement of your date, “Nothing personal.”

You exchanged a look with your friend who was just as shocked as the others and she shrugged. You turned back to Kenma.

“Sure thing.”

He held out his hand, then felt silly doing so and was about to lower it when you grabbed it.

“Lead the way.”, you said brightly and he did.

[jarofstyles]

Deception and Dive Bars- Verboten

Don't yell at me I promise we are getting into the good stuff <3 bff dadrry is back!

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Warnings- angst, uncomfy talk, hint of slut shaming, jealousrry

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Y/N knew something was wrong. 

She’d had a tummy ache the entire night. She knew she didn’t want to be out, she knew all she had wanted was to be at Harry’s House, snuggled in his bed where he would warn her not to get cookie crumbs in his sheets with a stern look over his glasses before he would steal a bite from her hand. That had been the original plan until she had been backed into a corner by none other than Lia herself.

She had meant well. Y/N knew she did. She had wanted to help out, make Y/N happy and step out of her comfort zone, but it had been miserable. Setting her up for a date with one of her girlfriend’s friends had been a disaster, but she had no excuse she could tell her to say no. 

They’d done out as a double date and Y/N had checked her phone the whole time, but he hadn’t texted her back. That ache in her stomach had traveled to her head, a pounding headache sprouting at her temples from the loud bar music and the guy who had been trying desperately to impress her the entire night. 

There was nothing wrong with Micheal. He was a really nice guy, he made decent money, he had good conversation skill and he wasn’t bad looking- but he wasn’t Harry. He didn’t have those green eyes and raspberry pink mouth and the 5 o’clock shadow, he didn’t wear the right rings or have the accented voice, he didn’t had that curl that hung over his forehead and the long fingers what reached out to adjust or touch her. It wasn’t him- it was the fact he wasn’t the man Y/N was craving.

When Lia had informed her of this date, she had tried to decline and say she didn’t want to but she had been guilted. Saying that she should give him a chance, that fuck buddies weren’t forever and that she wanted to see her happy. That nasty, molding seed of guilt she had been carrying in her stomach had grown to fill the entirety of her abdomen. What was she supposed to say? She did have a man she could see a future with, a man who made her happy and fulfilled her in every way possible, but he just so happened to be her father? She would kill her. 

Y/N knew she and Harry weren’t officially dating, there was no label, and yet she felt like she was cheating. She felt horrid and yucky and she dodged Micheal’s touch the entire night, every brush of their knees making her mind stray to Harry. Their canceled documentary night. How she had a feeling he had bought her favorite popcorn and candy and set it up in the den with the plethora of fuzzy blankets. That had been her ideal night that she said she had to reschedule because she got called into work. 

It wasn’t something she wanted to do. This date, lying to Harry, missing out on precious time with him, lying to Lia, but she felt stuck. She couldn’t tell Harry because she was scared. Terrified that he would wake up and see that maybe she was too young and too naive and new to life, that he was wasting his expertise on her. It struck fear into her every time she thought about it. What was she offering him besides good sex?? What did he see in her? The girl knew she was worth a lot, that she was funny and pretty and witty but was that enough to keep a man like Harry happy for a long time? She really didn’t know. 

He didn’t answer her texts, though, and she was scared. Why hadn’t he answered? What was he doing? Y/N felt like she was on autopilot as she followed an oblivious Lia into the bathroom, blinking a few times as she felt hands on her shoulders.

“So? What do we think?” Lia’s expectant green eyes looked at her, obviously wanting some sort of status report. “He’s cute, right?” Bouncing on the tips of her feet, she was a tiny bit tipsy and it showed. She was overly excitable with alcohol. 

“Yeah.” Y/N attempted a smile. “He’s alright. I’m just not… feeling it, I don’t know.” Her eyes cast down, not wanting to hurt her feelings but also knowing she had to be showing some sort of hesitation in this. “It’s not that there’s anything wrong with him. He’s really nice but I just don’t think he’s the one for me, Lia.” 

“Come on, Y/N. He’s totally your type! He’s a bit older than us too.” She wiggled her brows, trying to entice her friend. “Listen, don’t discount him too much. It’s a first meeting. I know it can be hard, but trust me. He even has Dad’s seal of approval!”

Y/N’s head snapped up so quickly she was surprised she didn’t break her neck. “What? What do you mean?” Her heart started to climb into her throat as Lia continued on, as if it was a good thing. In Lia’s eyes, it was. 

“Yeah! I had lunch with him today because he kept complaining about missing me, you know how he is. So we were eating and he asked what I was up to tonight and I told him we were going on a double date! He was kinda weird and asked about who you were going to see, so I told him he’d met Micheal before and showed a photo. He said he was a very nice guy and he’d be lucky to date you.” She hummed. “Isn’t it so cute? He’s so protective of both of us.”

Y/N was going to vomit. She felt the stinging in the back of her eyes. Harry knew, he knew and he was ignoring her and she was going to lose him altogether because she didn’t have a backbone. “D-Did he say anything else?” She croaked, blinking at her friend who twisted her lips and shook her head. 

“No, he said that the food wasn’t agreeing with him and he needed to go home. He left me money for the bill and booked it out of there. I think he got food poisoning.” Her nose scrunched in disgust. “But enough about my dad. We need to go on back there and build this up. I promise Micheal’s a great guy. I wouldn’t set you up with someone I didn’t think would be good.” 

Y/N could barely hear her. Her body felt cold and prickly, though the contradictory heat in her face was enough to let her know she wasn’t frozen solid. She had fucked up. Fucked up majorly. He had left lunch after he found out Y/N was going on a date. He had to think very badly of the situation and Y/N couldn’t blame him. She would too.  Why couldn’t she have just told him? Why did she have to be such a baby and afraid of her own feelings? Harry was one of the most understanding people she’d ever met in her life. There was no way he would be angry at her if she had just explained the situation before- but now? Now he had every right to tell her to fuck off. She wanted to fix this- needed to fix this. 

“Lia, I’m feeling a little sick too. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I need to go home, I keep feeling like I’m going to vomit.” She wasn’t lying. The rolling in her stomach from despair and nerves was real. “I’m just going to drive home. I didn’t drink. Tell him I said thanks and what's going on.”

“Are you sure? I can drive you-” Lia babbled, looking sad for her friend without realizing she was indeed  tipsy herself. She just didn’t want to leave Y/N sick and by herself. “I’ve got tums in my purse-” Digging through it, she tried to find the mini bottle she kept around. 

“Thank you, babe, but you’re tipsy and you need those more than me. I’ll stop by the pharmacy on my way home. Just go have fun.” She adjusted her bag on her shoulder. “I’ll text you later.”

She couldn’t stop the bubbled sob as she got behind the wheel of her car, slamming her hand against the steering wheel. Damn it. Damn it! She had been so hesitant, her gut told her not to do it and now she had potentially messed up the best thing she had going for her. This feeling was tearing her up, knowing that Harry probably thought this was something she willingly agreed to. Sitting home, disappointed and sad. He was a grown man, yes, but he had such tender emotions that Y/N knew were easy to hurt. She’d seen beyond the glass. 

Tearing into gear, she made her way to his house, hopeful he would listen.

—-

Perhaps it wasn’t the best move to use the key he had given her to get into the house when he had been actively avoiding her all day, but she was terrified that he wouldn’t let her in. That he would shut the door on her face and not give her a chance to explain. 

Toeing her shoes off, she sniffled as she placed her bag down and padded into the house. It was mostly silent, the lights dim as she walked into the hall. “H-Harry?” Her weak voice called out, hands shaking slightly as she saw the brightest light being the kitchen. The water was running. She could hear it as she got closer, the clink of glasses and the steady stream coming from the faucet. 

His back was stiff, tenseness visible on his broad shoulders as he continued to wash the dishes in the sink. He’d heard her, but didn’t reply. Stepping further into the room, she sniffed again before saying his name, making him pause his movements for a second. If she’d blinked, it would have been missed.

“Thought you were working.” His voice was calm, but echoed with hollowness. He didn’t turn to look at her, but he didn’t yell. Somehow, this felt worse. 

“I-I know Lia told you.” The whisper was weak, her eyes going to her feet. She stood behind the counter, keeping quiet as she waited for him to reply. It felt like she was going to be scolded and she hated it. She hated that Harry was upset and she had been the cause. 

“Oh, that?” A humorless laugh left his lips as he clenched his marbled jaw, looking down at the clean dish he continued to wash. “Yeah, that definitely was a shock. Wasn’t sure which lie you were going t’go with.” The bitterness tasted foul even on his own tongue, but he couldn’t help it. The betrayal bled from his heart, unsure where he had missed the signs. 

“H-Harry.” She croaked. “I didn’t want to lie to you. I promise. I just-” She was cut off as the water shut off, hands dried by the dishtowel next to him. He turned around to face her, and she suddenly wished he had continued in the sink. The look on his face would haunt her, she was sure of it. 

His jaw was tight, lips thin and eyes puffy. Paler than usual, he looked… he looked awful. She didn’t want to assume it was because of her, but the reaction was making it clear that she was to blame. 

“You what, Y/N?” He asked tightly. Her heart sank as she was referred to by name. No baby, no pet, no sweetheart, no love, just her name. “What could you possibly say that’s an appropriate excuse for lying?” His eyes bore into her, irritation coating his words as he spoke next. “Can you look me in the eye when you’re trying to lie to me again?”

It stung. It hurt in her stomach, she felt almost ill when she met his eyes and saw the coldness. The guard was back up. No more softness, no more warmth that blossomed in his features when she propped herself up in front of him. Like she was a stranger. “No! No, I’m not trying to lie.” She squeaked, irritated with herself for feeling so defenseless. “I just didn’t want you to think that I didn’t want to come over. That I wanted to go out over spending time with you-”

“Well, you didn’t seem that upset earlier. Saw those photos Lia posted. Looked really cozy with that guy.” The words felt caustic, tearing up her stomach as his gaze matched the tone. “Did you have fun? Is he nice?” Sarcasm laced his tone as he leaned against the counter, arms crossing his chest as he watched her face wince. 

“N-No. I didn’t have fun. I was trying to be polite, but I kept thinking about you!” Her exclamation was hoarse, feeling intimidated by the new demeanor. Harry had never been this way with her in the past, and it was just as scary as she had imagined. Usually being wrapped in the soft cocoon of his affection, being ripped out of the cottony confines had been a shock to her system.

“That’s interesting.” He retorted. “You were thinking about me while on a date with another man? Letting him pose with his arm around you?” His eyes were dark, nose flaring as she tried to explain it away. “Y/N, I’m a grown man. I don’t have time for games. I don’t want to play whatever little girl shit this is. I thought we had a connection, but I suppose I fell into it a bit too deep to understand that you like to see what’s out there.” He muttered. “ Should have let it be just what you wanted. A good time and a good fuck. My mistake. At least I got one thing out of it.” The words were too much, and he regretted them as soon as he said them, but his gaze remained steely. His pride was wounded, and one of his bad traits was hitting where it hurts.

Y/N visibly recoiled, feeling like she had been smacked with those words. She knew he was hurt- but is that how he thought of her?

“I never said this was a game.” She said slowly. “I thought we had a connection too, but apparently you think I’m a little girl and that I’m just a good time. An easy fuck.” She spit, eyes glazing with tears all over again. “I’m sorry your feelings were hurt. If you’d given me even a second to explain without interrupting me and letting your insecurities eat you alive, you’d know I was basically forced to go out by your daughter and she didn’t take no for an answer.” Her chest was heaving as she tried not to let the sob that wanted to escape from coming out. The tears were bad enough.

If possible, Harry stiffened further as he cocked his head. “What do you mean forced you?” 

“Oh, for fucks sake. Don’t pretend to care now.” She hissed. “If you’d given a fuck about anything other than your pride, you’d be that grown man you claim to be before making assumptions. It was wrong of me to go out, I should have just told you the situation, but I was scared.” She backed away from the counter, making some more space between them. “But it’s obvious now what this was to you. Having so little faith in me, I can see where this was headed.” She turned to leave but felt him follow her behind him. 

“Now wait a fucking second. Stop.” He called to her, hot on her heels. “No. You don’t get to do that. Tell me what you meant.” 

“Don’t.” Y/N recoiled when he tried to touch her, making his chest ache. She’d always leaned into him, never away. “Your daughter was saying I’d done enough fucking around and I deserved a man to treat me right. To take me out. And since I don’t tell her about what we do, she think’s I’ve just had a fuck buddy. Which…” She paused, sneering slightly. “Maybe that’s all this fucking was. She told me that I owed her a solid and Micheal had been interested in me for a bit, that I should give it a shot. She said I didn’t have a choice. You know your daughter. She’s relentless and I didn’t have an excuse as to why I couldn’t go.”  

Harry knew she was right. Lia was a force to be reckoned with. She wasn’t one who took no for an answer and if Y/N didn’t have a real excuse, she wasn’t going to let it go. This was something he hadn’t considered. It still didn’t make sense though. Why hadn’t she just told him? Why had she lied?

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” He asked, throwing his arms up in the air. “I’d have thought by now you’d know you could tell me fucking anything. I thought… We both knew it was beyond sex, Y/N. You knew it would hurt me and that’s why you didn’t tell me, but why couldn’t you have at least talked to me about it? That’s what adults do.” The words were stressed as he took her in. The girl was more than upset and he knew it- but so was he.

“Do you think I wanted to? Risking telling you, risking all of this because your daughter, my best friend, was suspicious as to why I wasn’t dating, why I wouldn’t tell her who I was fucking around with and spending my time with? Don’t you see that I’m terrified you’d realize, like you already have, that I’m young and different and not like the girls you’ve dated? I’m inexperienced in a lot of shit, I can be immature, that you could do miles better than me?” She cried, bottom lip trembling as she watched his posture soften slightly. “I didn’t want to chance it. But I ruined it anyways. You think I’m a little girl who’s an easy fuck. Young pussy to break up the mature ladies you should be dating so they can keep up with you.” The words were hissed as she went to grab her bag, but Harry moved forward, bracing an arm on the wood to keep the door closed.

“No. You’re not running away. We’re talking about this.” His voice was softer now, trying to catch her eyes as he felt his heart thump in his throat. “I didn’t mean that. I was angry and I-I shouldn’t have said that. I wanted to hurt you because you hurt me, but I don’t think that you’re an easy young girl, you aren’t just a fuck to me. I wouldn’t be this upset if you were.” His hands moved to place her bag back down, trying to catch her eye.

“Hey… Look at me, Y/N.” 

His body pulsed with hurt when she did. Fear, exhaustion, insecurity. He could see it all as another fresh round of tears pooled from her ducts, trailing down her cheeks. “Why?” She whispered. “Why should I stay? All I’d wanted to do is say I was sorry and hoped you’d listen to me but I will not stand here and let another man in my life degrade me. I’m good for more than my body. Maybe it started that way, but I am more than a sexual object you get to be possessive of.”

Her shaky voice made him swallow thickly, cursing to himself as he realized he had definitely fucked up with letting his anger get the best of him. At the same time, he was proud of her for setting that boundary, for saying that to him. He deserved it. “I know. I know you are. That’s why it hurt my feelings so much, darling. Can’t you see that?” He stressed. “ M’not possessive because you’re a toy of mine and I don’t want someone else to touch. M’angry because I’m insecure and nervous. I thought I’d taken it more seriously and that you didn’t care about me that way. That I’d read it all wrong.” His nails scored his palms as he tried to keep from reaching from her. When she didn’t make a move to leave again, he continued. 

“I was worried about the same things. That you’d get tired of seeing an older man. M’not exactly one for going to a club or drinking, my knees aren’t what they used to be, I like to golf, read, m’a homebody. I was…” His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Seeing those photos and knowing that you were going on a date with someone that most would deem more age appropriate, it made all those things come right back to me.” 

Y/N looked up finally, her brows narrowed as she met his eye. As much as it killed him to see them red and teary, there was some relief knowing she could at least look at him. 

“Harry- I like those things about you.” She whispered. “I like that you're older, I love it actually. Do you know how secure I felt around you? How much I loved that you weren’t trying to drag me out to a bar I didn’t want to go to? I loved our nights here, cooking and swimming and watching things. I had my share of exploring that shit in uni and I didn’t really like it all that much. I don’t care that you like golf, even though I’d be bored- I’d come with you and sit in the cart. I like you because you made me feel like I could be myself around you.” Her arms curled in on themselves, not liking how exposed she felt under her gaze. 

Harry’s shoulders fell, eyes following suit as he looked at the floor. A stressed hand ran over his face as he tried to gather himself from the bouts of emotion that ripped through him. He had been angry, and that was justified, but the things he had said were not. He had hurt her, and he hoped that he hadn’t damaged them too badly. 

“I’m sorry.” The words were quiet, looking back at her again. He hated how she looked so small. So sad. Even in her pretty dress, she looked so uncomfortable and to know he was the cause of it made him want to sink to his knees and beg for forgiveness. It was not at all how he imagined this interaction going. 

“You should be.” Y/N peeped. The things he said had hit her right in the stomach, leaving a residual ache in her body. “I’m sorry for going out with that guy and lying to you. But you- you get why I did, right?” The hesitance was evident, not wanting to start a fight all over again but longing for his understanding. 

“I do.” He took a hesitant step forward sighing in relief internally when she uncrossed her arms. “I do. I’m sorry I was so cruel to you.” His hand reached out, Y/N allowing him to wipe away her tears, the familiar palms making her lip tremble a bit harder. “Hey, Darling… No. No more tears. It’s breaking my heart.” His tone was miles different that before, the gentleness returning to it that she had missed so much. “It’s okay. It’s all going to be alright. M’sorry. We both made a mess, didn’t we?” 

The soothing hands moved as she nodded her head, blinking up at him with her glossy eyes. “I didn’t want to go on a date with anyone except you.” The confession was laced with an uneven inhale, shaky as she moved forward. “I don’t like him. I never did. I wanted our movie night a-and I hope that this isn’t ruined because I really like you. I like us.” 

The words were a peep, a soft little confession that had his chest inflating and crackling at the same time. She was so nervous about this, and instead of listening to what she had to say, he had been impulsive. But she confessed to really liking him, liking them together. That was more than he had expected from tonight. 

“Yeah? D’you?” His lips twitched up, wiping the last of her tears away before placing a hand on her back, tugging her into his embrace. 

“Yeah.” Y/N melted right into it, into his chest as her face nuzzled against the warmth he provided. Just as the world intended, he thinks. 

“Good. This mean you’ll be mine properly? No more dancing around what we are… no more dates, you can say you’re seein’ someone properly?” Momentarily he shifted, nudging her chin up to look at him. God, he loved those eyes. “Because I’m serious about this. If you let me, we can be really good together.” 

Y/N nodded, clutching his shirt in her palms with a smile that faded slightly as something else came to her mind. “But-But what are we going to do about Lia?”

The infamous question. What were they going to do about his daughter?

“Why don’t we figure out our relationship first, and then worry about her. We obviously have some things to iron out.” His fingers pinched her chin, offering up a soft smile to her. “It’s something that we will need to think about but.. I think we were doing a good job of keeping it to ourselves. I don’t intend to hide you, but I think we need to work out our things before I get to show you off.” He knew people would have a lot to say and they both needed to be secure in their relationship before other people were brought into the picture. They needed time to grow together. Unfiltered time that they could spend learning each other without a worry. 

“I agree, actually.” Y/N leaned back against him. “This is why you’re the daddy. You have good ideas.. Sometimes.” She pressed a kiss to his chest. Breaking through that tension as she was so good at, it did something to his brain that scratched an itch. Her natural steps fit so well with his instincts, he knew it had to mean something.  Harry relaxed. It wasn’t the end of them, like he thought. This was just the beginning.

[claiestve]

𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐙𝐞𝐫𝐨 ꨄ Zaros

˜”* ❝'𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙙 𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴢᴀʀᴏꜱ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ.

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

You were going on a walk to calm you down. The trials have stressed you out to a ton and you could not sit still. However, you wanted company. You knew how much he irritated and aggravated you with his little tantrums about how ‘spoiled’ you were but you couldn’t help but feel relaxed around him. He was the one person you could be yourself around. Even though your guard was always up, mask always on, he got to see a more truthful side to it. 

It didn’t take too long to find him as he visited his favorite areas. And there he was, reading in the grass. You couldn’t grasp how he felt so comfortable doing such and so openly, but it wasn’t time for you to judge, not now anyway. 

“I’m going for a walk to clear my head.” You say looking at him sternly. However, he seemed quite unbothered. He didn’t ask anything or say anything witty. He just sat there. 

“Have fun.”

“You don’t want to join me?” 

“Do you want me to?” He raised a brow, smirking. A stupid look that he always has on his face. It was utterly annoying but it did amuse you just a bit. 

You nodded to his ask and waited for him to get up. 

“You’re carrying the book around? Just leave it here.”

“I’d rather have it on me in case you try hurting me. Oddly, you would even want me to join you on this walk. Suspicious even. Are you planning on getting your competition out of the way early? That’s foul you know.” There he went with his blunt, arrogant, insufferable rants and accusations. 

You didn’t even care to indulge in him, you’d rather relish this peace. He must’ve noticed your unusual silence because he reciprocated it. Even though you were already a quieter person, often holding back, you’d snap back at him. 

“So, my Earis, what brings us here and on this stroll? You seem awfully peaceful and quiet today.” 

“Well,” You started hesitantly, “I know the trials have been utterly stressful, wouldn’t you agree?”

Zaros scoffed at your facade. He knew you weren’t as put together as you portrayed yourself to be. Unfortunately for him, you had no intention of arguing. 

“So you brought your rival on a stroll with you? That’s outright stupidity.”

“You’re free to leave, Zaros. You were invited to join me, not required.”

He stared at you in silence. Normally, he had a smart counterpoint but not this time. Not even one word no matter how bad he wanted to say it. For the first time, he was completely dumbfounded. 

“Apologies, I– the idea just confused me.”

You nodded in acceptance of his apology. Most of the time, you’d laugh at him for being so quickly flabbergasted; however, you didn’t have the energy for that. You didn’t have the energy to be as angry or snarky as you typically were. 

“But,” He started again, “You are very quiet today. Perhaps you want me to start the conversations?”

“That would be nice.”

“Ah, what am I most interested in asking you about today?”

“Please nothing that would make me feel guilty.”

The two of you laughed at that. It felt so odd but so right. After all, if a joke is funny, laugh. That was something you’ve taught him a long time ago. Around when you first met. Zaros wasn’t the best at expressing himself but you changed him completely. Whether that was a good or bad thing, you didn’t care enough to debate it. 

“Remember when we were learning how to skip rocks? Ah, you hated that. Always complaining about your hands being dirty and coming to me to help you clean them.”

“I remember that. I still loathe the filthiness of those rocks. I did turn to you a lot though, didn’t I?”

“Yes. Always going to me saying ‘Zaros, my hands are dirty again!’ I remember I would use my own clothes to wipe your hands and arms. I felt like your protector or some such.”

In a way, he kind of was. That’s how you used to see him. Oddly enough, that’s how he saw you too. 

He cleared his throat and walked closer to you, “That was when we were inseparable.”

You smiled at him, “The most free I've ever been.”

He looked at you in confusion. He knew you didn’t have the most freedom here but if anything, he thought you would enjoy it knowing your ‘standards’.

“You feel trapped here?”

“Not trapped, just very restricted.”

“Do you feel trapped right now?” Zaros asks, putting his hand on your shoulder, expecting you to push it off.

“No, not when I’m with you.”

You say as you keep his hand on your shoulder, enjoying his company. 

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this was originally supposed to be an alex fic but... no! this was also going to go in so many different directions so it took me a minnn

[mlmdarkfiction]

Hi, number one fan here😩. Can I please request an absolutely fucked up Billy Loomis fic for my birthday. Go crazy with it and surprise me with the contents

Here you go! I hope you like it! I originally planned to have a mini ghost face attack happen but I couldn't make it work in a way I liked and I felt bad that I kept you waiting so long! I do think billy would mansplain manipulate his way into getting what he wanted.

“What do you mean I can’t come over?” 

You hold in the urge to roll your eyes, not that Billy would be able to see it through the phone anyway. 

“I meant exactly what I said. There’s a killer on the loose, and a curfew. My party’s canceled.” The bitterness in your tone is clear, it’s not like you wanted to cancel your Birthday Party, but you’ve seen horror movies. 

Having a party when there’s a killer on the loose like this is just asking to become a victim, especially since it’s your birthday. 

You can practically see the movie they’d make about it, Birthday Massacre.

“Well how about I come over, bring popcorn, and a movie. I can rent the exorcist-” 

“Nope. No way.” You’re quick to cut off your boyfriend. “I don’t plan on dying tonight, sorry.” 

You hear the way he huffs indignantly on the other side of the phone, and it only makes you feel a little guilty. 

“Anyone can be a killer and anyone can be a victim.”

There’s a pause. 

“You really think I’m the killer?” 

“Well no,” You answer honestly, “But that doesn’t mean one of us couldn’t be a target, especially if we’re together.” 

Billy sighs on the other end of the line, and you know you’ve won. 

“Alright, fine.”

“Fine,” You repeat back, unbothered by his newfound attitude. “I love you.”

He doesn’t say it back, just hanging up the phone and you have to pout. 

“What a bitch.” You sigh. 

Banter aside, you hope Billy isn’t actually angry at you, that would be shitty, after all it is your birthday. 

Your birthday that you’re spending alone because the police have called a curfew and there’s a killer on the loose. 

Cake. You might as well eat your cake if you’re going to be alone, make some popcorn, and watch a scary movie like Billy had wanted. 

It’s about twenty minutes into a movie with cake and popcorn when your phone rings. 

You pause the movie as you answer, assuming it’s Billy calling to apologize, “Hello?” 

“Hello ____.” 

You blink. The voice on the other end isn’t anyone you recognize. 

“Who is this?” 

“That’s the question isn’t it.” Once again you hold the urge to roll your eyes. 

“This isn’t funny.” 

“All alone on your birthday. Isn’t that sad?”

“Shut up.” It’s not a witty response, but it’s all you’ve got. 

A loud sudden bang has you jumping, barely keeping in a scream. 

Something slammed against your front door. 

You don’t have to wonder what it was as very quickly the voice on the other end confirms, “Did I scare you?”

“Billy, is this you? It’s not fucking funny.”

“Billy? Who’s Billy? That your boyfriend?” 

You feel a chill run down your spine. This whole thing is too creepy now. You hang up the phone quickly and dial Billy.

Sure you told him not to come, but now you don’t want to be alone. 

It rings only twice, before Billy picks up. 

“Hey-” You don’t let him get the words out. 

“I changed my mind. Can you come over?”

He makes a noise of confusion on the other line, before “Yeah of course.” You can practically hear the smile in his voice. 

“I’ll be right over.”

[femmefatale-tales]

Batman?

Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Summary: Reader and Bucky meet for the first time.

Author’s note: reader is not described as pale or black nor is she described thin or thic. Anyone can read this.

Warnings: fluff? Reader is funny and witty, bucky is broody and grump but turns a softie at the end. Banter like funny banter. Also kinda annoying reader I mean for Bucky.

I am sooo sorry if this is trash cause this is my first fanfic like ever also please tell me if it was funny or not. Lol

I walk to the hall in the compound to get some coffee, actually correction, my 6th cup of coffee of the day. I mean it is a addiction and I don’t deny it but something has to be wrong with me, i can’t just be perfect. Though I do think Lorelai Gilmore is perfect and she drinks coffee. Maybe I am perfect. Someone clears their throat which isn’t me so I look up.

I see a tall man, must be 6’0 foot something, wearing a tight black T-shirt that is evidently small for him, he has the most perfect blue eyes and is actually one of the most handsome man I’ve ever seen and I say this just after seeing a Cillian Murphy movie so you bet I’m serious.

I instead of saying a good “hey” or “hello” ask “are you batman?” Which could be possible, I mean he looks like him with his broody expression.

He looks confused or angry, I can’t really tell. See he’s showing signs of being batman.

I just keep looking at him. “Are you serious?” He asks surprised.

I simply nod.

“ what makes you say that?” He questioned somewhat amused.

“I don’t even say this stupidly, I live with avengers so the fact that you could be batman seems possible to me and you have an expression that says you hate everyone, you’re wearing everything black, and you’re tall, almost all qualities of him are present to be true” I rant.

“I’m not batman. You don’t know me?” He mumbled.

“ No, but you do look familiar. Sorry I have a bad memory, and sometimes I just forget stuff because I didn’t pay attention because I didn’t want to and then I have to remember it since it turns out to be important and-” I keep talking until he cuts me off

“ You talk a lot, do you ever shut up?” He ask obviously agitated.

“I don’t really but only sometimes if it’s really important or if nat or Steve make me. Oh and when I’m sleeping but I would’ve know that actually because I’ll be the one sleeping” i continue to annoy him further.

“Shut up” He looks kinda like he’s teasing but it’s hard to tell.

“Why should-” he interrupts again.

“Okay that’s enough, and now you can stop talking” he groans.

“Wow rude much, grinch” he rolls his eyes at the comment.

Almost 30 seconds pass by and both of us stay silent but i of-course couldn’t just shut up cause where’s the fun in that so I started again.

“Does the serum give you extra stamina during sexy times?” I ask curiously breaking the silence.

“Oh my god, are you- can you not shut up for some time??” He speaks his frown too evident one his face.

I keep staring at him waiting for the answer.

“ Okay that’s it. Are you serious? You’re really asking that question ??” He says amused yet annoyed at the same time.

I just looking at him as if it’s not obvious that I was serious.

After 10 seconds of Bucky just staring at me he finally says “ It does”

“ Wait,So you know who I am” he stats.

“ oh yeah, I figured that out when you were asking if I always talk so much” I say casually.

“You want coffee?” I say going to the kitchen counter.

He looks at me surprised and chuckles saying “sure”.

“You always offer coffee to dangerous people you don’t know?” He asks smugly.

“Yes and no. See I know you, I might have forgot but it’s only because I just saw a dilf’s movies” I say giving him the coffee.

“What’s a dilf?” He questions.

“You but I doubt you have kids” I giggle.

“I don’t even wanna know what you meant by that” he stats.

“ What’s your zodiac sign?” I ask him trying to sit on the counter but it’s a bit too high tbh.

He comes in front of me seeing my struggle and holds my waist ,hoists me up on the counter. His hands are a bit cold but they send a warmth through my body which I don’t really notice until he takes his place on the chair in front of the counter again.

“ I don’t know, Sam told me about them but I don’t know mine” he shrugs.

“Oh okay just tell me your birthday” I tell him

“March 10”

“Oh so you’re a pieces which is weird because you’re looks could give you away as a Scorpio” I say surprised.

“Okay…, that’s some useless information to me but whatever” he speaks

“ I mean it is useless but it’s fun sometimes” I say

“Anyways, what’s you’re name?” He asks

“Oh yeah I haven’t told you a that yet, it’s Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Pretty name” he says looking up at me.

“Ohh thank you, you have pretty name too actually , I really like James. I’m gonna call you James from now on actually” I say feeling a bit flustered from the compliment.

“Ofcourse you can ,great of you to ask, you know” he sarcastically replied

I just give him a cheeky smile and finish my coffee. I jump down on the floor and put my cup in the sink.

“Okay babe, now I’m gonna go and take a shower, we’ll meet later” I speak turning on my heels to the exit.

He chuckles at the nickname and shakes his head waving a bye in direction.

“Bye batman” I shout as I disappear in the elevator.

Leaving bucky smiling to himself.

[ratwife77]

well if you're ok with itt

darry and twobit getting into a physical fight (bc greasers), darry realizing he liked taking his anger out on him, and promptly feeling like the worst person alive for like a week and can't even look at twobit even tho he doesnt care and is back joking around like an hour after the fight LOL

Just letting you know my fight scenes aren’t great so it’s gonna start with the aftermath of it, also I’m sorry in advance idk how Dallas got involved here and there is a minor minor oc also this may be put on ao3, this is a sort of rough draft subject to change, I hope you enjoy

What on Earth is the matter with me, I thought, sure I was nuts. Of course I’d fought before, but it was only for pride. I didn’t just like hurting people. But when Two-Bit and I were going at it, I felt angry. Not at him, but I was taking it out on him, there was no doubt about it. Looking over at him, cackling over his own joke, I knew that he was probably just hiding feeling bad. He hid plenty under witty comments and put-on smiles. My gut twisted at that, and I couldn’t look at him anymore, feeling sick with myself as I washed the dishes. Cleaning up gave me plenty of time to think about all I’d done, and I just clenched my fists harder the more I thought about it.

When he eventually left, I was still trying to rationalize it all, but I figured I at least owed him a goodbye. “Bye, Two-Bit.”

He called one back and headed off.

It was messed up, feeling glad that he was gone, but I was. I couldn’t bear facing him. My buddy, who I enjoyed hurting. Ain’t that just awful? But I did have to go to bed and be ready for work in the morning, so I tried to sleep. My mind was racing, though, and sleep just wasn’t coming no matter how hard I tried. Deciding that I may as well be productive while I was awake, I sat at the table and paid the bills that I’d been planning on doing tomorrow. It took me an hour or two longer than usual, though, because I couldn’t focus like I wanted.

When I’d finally finished, I laid back down and shut my eyes, finally passing out, exhausted. Thank the Lord, I got up on time and got to work with no trouble. Robert, a guy from the roofing business, probably five years older than me, said, “You don’t look too good. You okay?”

I cursed myself for being so obvious. “Right as rain, thanks for asking.”

Carefully, I made myself at least look right, though I couldn’t get myself to stop thinking about the mess with Two. Damn it, I thought, I’m the worst person in Tulsa.

I went on thinking like that for a good week or so, but one night, Dally came to our house, looking for a place to lay over for the night. Letting him in, I asked if he was hungry, telling him we had leftovers. He gave me a real funny look. “I’m starving.” Slowly, he looked over me, looking like he was about to say something. I grabbed a plate from the counter, then pulled out the leftovers, fixing him some. For a moment, I was distracted, focusing on helping him.

“Darry, you look like you’ve been through the mill.” Blunt as ever, he had his eyebrows scrunched together and I felt bare. Usually, I held it together, but nothing weighed me down more than worry and guilt. At least Pony hadn’t noticed, I guess. But now, I’m not sure if he just wasn’t sure about asking. Soda had asked, and he looked worried, but I brushed him off.

I hadn’t answered quick enough, accidentally giving myself away. “You haven’t looked right since we were all over last week.. Ain’t ya been eatin’ and sleepin’?”

“Sure I have, Dally.”

“What is it, then? You’re Superman, you can’t be like this over nothin’.”

Eventually, he wore me down enough to tell him. I think he thought I was being ridiculous.

But he insisted, “Shoot, it’s a good way to blow off steam. Me and Tim do it all the time.” As if he could see my hesitation, he continued, “You ought to calm down. It ain’t a big deal. Buddies fight sometimes, keeps us sane.”

I realized that I’d taken it too seriously, and I’d been too hard on myself. Slowly, it became easier to look at Two-Bit and to roughhouse.

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Also I would’ve done Tim instead of Dally but honestly it would have been wayyyy out of character so I think this is better quality

[lgcjino]

문JINO _ ❪ OPEN EVENT ❫ 005: THE PERSONALITY TESTS

█████ MBTI ❪ ESFP-A: THE ENTERTAINER ❫ ₊

see: spontaneous, energetic, enthusiastic

it’s been said that if jino hadn’t made it into lgc, he could have made it as a comedian — not because he’s funny, but being funny isn’t all that makes a comedian these days. jino is quite self-confident, resistant to stress and quite plainly, comfortable in his own skin. he knows his comedic — otherwise amusing — timing for witty quips and isn’t afraid to slip them in especially when the conversation needs it. he tends to keep conversations light and engaging, but comfortable; a certified display of his playfullness and ability to attract and keep his company in his orbit.

since he was a kid, he never had trouble making friends. as sociable as can be, much like his mbti, he enjoys the simplest joys in life and there is no greater joy for him ( at least for now ) than hanging out with a group of good friends.

surprisingly, while he can come off as oblivious, he is more the observant type which is why he’s an ’s’ rather than an ’n’. he knows when to take his bow and let others shine. pragmatic and down-to-earth, he’s one who doesn’t take things too seriously. whether this is a bad thing or not has yet to be decided.

but god couldn’t make him too perfect ( because where’s the fun in that ) so he made jino easily distracted, easily bored — someone who’s so ready to jump into the next thing that he forgets to finish what he’s started. it could make it come across as nonchalant and unfocused as well as over-indulgent and flighty. it’s this type of risky behavior that landed him in lgc — thankfully.

he’s also a poor long-term planner so, take that as you will.

█████ ENNEAGRAM ❪ TYPE 7, THE ENTHUSIAST ❫ ₊

see: optomistic, versatile, distractible

the problem with jino being an enthusiast is that he may take it as an excuse to do the things he does without consequence. such as jumping into things without really thinking it through. he’s never really thought hard about things, the decisive person he is doesn’t make room for him to worry about the hypotheticals or the theoreticals because how boring and calculative would that be? no — jino is more for the fun in life, the adverture, the opportunities and the journey to the end — even if sometimes, he might not reach the end, at least jino can say that he had fun watching the view to it.

█████ HOGWARTS HOUSE ❪ GRYFFINDOR ❫ ₊

see: courage, determination, self-assured

so you see, the sorting results tried to put jino into hufflepuff but i think it was only because of his intense sense of loyalty to his friends because other than that — jino is quite the gryffindor.

( honestly think it’s fucked up that they don’t categorize loyalty in gryffindor either because huh? anyways — )

jino is not only self-assured in his decisions and pursuits; once he’s made up his mind, it’s hard to change it unless you’re jiah then he’ll probably sulk but end up doing whatever she says but otherwise, jino is quite the decisive person. especially when it comes to deciding between right and wrong. he isn’t one to dwell on things and will do what he promises.

once when he was seven he promised his next door neighbor he’d bake them a pie because they passed their kidney stone — jino was seven, didn’t know how to bake nor what a kidney stone was but he was happy to make someone who was in pain happy and looking forward to something. so, you know what jino did? he asked his mom and jiah to teach him how to bake a pie, only to rely on jiah and youtube to do the rest. but in the end, the pie did end up in their neighbor’s hands and jino felt a huge sense of pride in keeping his promises.

█████ DAEMON ❪ EQUINE ❫ ₊

see: flexible, protective, free-spirited

he’s a damn horse and while i don’t know much about horses, i looked it up and it made sense, i guess. for an equine daemon, it says they are curious, extroverted, protective, cooperative and value flexibility. and in other ways, i suppose it does fit jino. he values the flexibility his freedom gives him. it allowed him to grow without restraints into a comfortable and outgoing person.

[in-my-feels-probably]

HEEYYY! CONGRATS ON 800 LOVE<3 How are you?

It sounded too fun for me to not join your celebration so here it is! i wanna say grishaverse like any character from both book series and i don't have a gender preference and ofc romantically cause i have no romance in my life.

Next year i'm going to study english literature in uni as a second language and i have always wanted to be a writer so studying literature is something i'm really exited about. I'm an enfp! My best friend once said my personality is like Elizabeth bennet's and i never forget that cause it's such an honor. i usually hyperfixate on reading or i binge watch and in the end i burn out for a few days. I LOVE drawing but i can't draw so it's always so funny when i try. I love harry potter's opening music(?) It's SO comforting. i don't use any social media very actively because i get overwhelmed by it really easy. And i apparently love oversharing on the internet.

Im sorry this is long i got carried away. Thank you for existing and please don't forget to drink water and eat, have really great day/night, love you<3

hi!

thank you for participating :)

i’m good btw, thanks for asking. i hope you’re good too. first of all, taste. i adore james potter. you and me sound very similar actually, i bet you’re really fun to hang out with.

anyways, i ship you with nikolai!

being a prince, he’s probably done his fair share of reading. i don’t think he reads in his free time, but i do think he’d appreciate a good book or quote. so while he might not read, maybe he’d ask you to read it him or tell him what the book you’re reading is about. and if you were writing, he’d be happy to bounce ideas off you so he could help. might as well put that high education to good use. and i think he loves music. “its enough to make a grown man cry,” is definitely something he’d say to you when he found a piece that he really loved.

i think he’d get along well with an enfp. elizabeth bennet is probably one of his ideal personalities that he’d want in a partner, so if you’re like that, he’d count himself lucky. someone who’s outgoing enough to keep a conversation going, but also someone content to just be calm and serene with him. he’d definitely love witty banter, but he’d also love some peace and quiet too, except i don’t think he likes being alone. so being with someone who’s happy to just be in his presence, and be there if he needs someone to talk to, he’d really value that.

i think he really understand burnout. he constantly has a million things running through his head, and tons of ideas, and there’s just no time to execute them all. once he did have time for his ideas, he’d get really frustrated when he couldn’t execute them well. he’d need some kind distraction, and you’d be more than happy to provide one.

he’d hear you coming, immediately relaxing when you took a seat beside him. “hello, darling.”

“are you alright?” you’d ask, frowning when he rested his head on your shoulder and sighed. “bad day?”

“very long day,” he’d answer, reaching for one of your hands. “waste of time, too.”

he’d show you his sketches he drew up when trying to create the flying ship, and you’d smile, taking a piece of parchment and a quill from him.

“i’ve got this,” you’d grin, immediately sketching away. you knew it would be terrible, but the smile on his face would be worth it.

he’d laugh so hard that he’d nearly make himself sick, settling himself into your arms. he’d consider getting you lessons, but he knew you didn’t draw because you wanted to be a great artist. it was purely for fun, and it made you smile, just like you made him smile.

“it’s terrible, darling,” he’d say, wrapping one arm around you while holding the parchment in the other. “i love it!”

[angelplummie]

dilf kiri with a 21 year old intern dilf chaser that is blatantly trying to fuck him LMAO

(it’s kinda long oopsies idk how that happened)

“hello mr riot!”

you breeze into his office while he’s scribbling away at paper work, cheerful and overconfident as ever.

oh dear lord, kirishima thinks, more of this.

“hello y/n” he sighs, leaning back in his desk chair. he wonders what it will be this time, whether it’s two exclusive tickets to the UA sports festival (as if he wouldn’t have them already, being a big shot pro hero that came directly from UA), or whether it’s a new bar that’s opened up, we should totally check it out! Or even just a blatantly asking him over, your flirting, constant confessions of adoration and plights to get into his pants never stop.

It’s not like he doesn’t like you, you’re a good kid. You’re hardworking, quick thinking, agile and powerful. Not only that, you’re funny and witty and make his shifts a lot more enjoyable. And, he hates to admit it, but you are easy on the eyes. In a lot of ways you’re exactly his type, and he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t have a special fondness for you. He has high hopes for your future at the very least, you could be a side kick, or even a pro hero in your own right one day. It’s just, part of the reason why you’re so good is you tenacity and ambition. And, somehow, he is experiencing that ambition at full force.

He can’t for the life of him figure out why you would want him, a stubbly middle aged man clunking around the office, sniffin and yawnin, smelling like old spice shower gel and sweat. Why a fine young thing like yourself would be chasing after a man so much older is beyond him, when surely you have the pickings of the lot. But oh boy, do you want him.

You want him so bad it makes your tummy hurt! You want him so bad you wanna bite your fist every time he walks his beefy, kind, thoughtful, experienced fine ass into a room! You want him so bad you even risk your life in fights to impress him, doing stupid shit to seem cooler! You would do anything, anything, for just one date, one chance.

You’ve never been very good at acting alluring, at least not in the raw sexual way. You can’t just be sexy and hope he catches on, and besides, you don’t think he’s enough of a misogynist to fall for something like that. No, you would just be dependable and persistent, and you were sure to win the big lugs heart.

It isn’t just lust! Oh no! you’re convinced you’re in love with him, nay, you know you’re in love with him. You don’t care that you’ve never spoken outside of work, or that you don’t know the first thing about each other, or any of the other stupid details. You love him and he’s the only man in the world for you and that’s that.

and ever since you met, you’ve wanted him. and you didn’t bother hiding it neither, what’s the use? if you let him know early you speed up the process by tenfold! or so you suppose. persistence is key, you soon surmised, at least in this case. Kirishima Eijiro is a honest man, with a kind heat and good morals above all else. He would look at you and see a kid, a naive kid that’s bitten off more than you can chew, going after a man 18 years her senior. But all you had to do was show him 1. you really did like him! and 2. you’re enough of an adult to know what you want, and if he wants you too then there’s no use in denying it.

He can remember the last time you visited his office, last week if he’s not mistaken. It was your average thursday, he was sat manspreading in his chair. And you were there, at his desk, hands splayed on the counter and leaning forward like you were delivering a very important business pitch.

“come on sir! just one date and then if you don’t like me we call it quits and i’ll never bring it up again!”

“y/n, how many times do i have to tell you,” he says, amused lilt to his voice,”i’m your direct superior, it would be inappropriate even if you weren’t just a baby.”

You gasp and widen your eyes, making him smile. Damn it.

“A baby?! Sir, I am the furthest thing from a baby, I am as woman as they come. Just because i’m young doesn’t mean i’m not mature, i am very mature.”

He sighed, but he could scarcely fight the smile on his face. Whether he liked it or not he had a young soul, and you excited him, you were fun.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” he laughed, placing his pen down definitively.

“Aw, come on man!”

He raised his eyebrows you, and you quickly corrected yourself

“I mean, come on sir! You know I could treat you better than women your age, just look at me. I’ve got man pleasing abilities for miles and miles.”

He snorts.

“You got any money? Could you spoil me y/n?”

You open your mouth to answer, but close it shortly after.

“Now you know that’s not fair sir, you know i’m only an intern. If you want me to spoil you you’ll have to give the agency a talking to about actually paying me. I can get you free coffee from my other job though?”

He shook his head dismissively, still chuckling his deep laugh. He raised a mug of creamy coffee to his mouth.

“Why do you even want an old man like me? Boys your own age really that bad?”

“Mr Riot, you’re really not that old. 39 is nothing, you’re too harsh on yourself. And it’s not a question of other boys,” you say primly, “there’s no one in the whole world for me but you sir. I would do anything sir, believe me.”

He snorted into his coffee at that, choking a little, waving you away with his hand as you jumped to help him.

He continued half-laughing half-choking until he stopped choking and was able to get a word in.

“You’re gonna be the death of me girl, i swear.”

He glanced at the clock and finished the last of his coffee.

“It’s 5:30, go home.”

And you left, just as chipper as ever. He’s not sure how you’re so cheerful after rejection after rejection, he certainly couldn’t be. If anything, it made him respect you more, which put him in more of a bind.

But, regardless of all that, here you stand, as proud as the day you walked in here, with a renewed glow on your soft looking cheeks. He braces himself for your new bought of audacity, as he looks up at you with a warm smile.

“What can I do for you today, y/n?”

He’s a bit taken aback, you don’t place your hands on his desk today. Instead, you cross them in front of your chest and give him a calm, superior look. He is instantly put on edge.

This has to work, you think, if nothing else, this has to be what works. You take a deep breath in and open your mouth. You can hardly fight your giggles, it’s just too much fun.

“Oh nothing sir, nothing at all. I just wanted to let you know that i’ve decided to stop pursuing you.”

oh? you’ve piqued his interest.

“You have?”

“Yes, I have. I’ve decided you’re absolutely right. You’re my superior and my supervisor, it just wouldn’t be right. And our age gap is far too large, i mean, a 21 year old and a 39 year old? truly diabolical.”

He frowns. Now he’s really suspicious.

“Cut to the chase, will you y/n?”

“Yes, sorry Mr. Riot. I just wanted to let you know that I’m letting you go, and...” you drag it on for dramatic effect, “I have a date tonight. With, uh, one of your friends I believe.”

His little smile drops in half a second and his pen stops moving.

“What? Really?”

You nod, shit eating grin hiding beneath your serene exterior.

“You know Katsuki right?”

I’ll kill him, he thought, catching himself of guard with the twinge of annoyance and the sinking feeling in his stomach. What is that feeling?

“Yeah, I know Katsuki. He was my very first side kick.”

Bakugou Katsuki was a first year at UA the year after Kirishima first established the agency, and ever since he’d first seen him at the sports festival, he knew he had to have him on his side. He now realised how much of a blunder this was.

“Oh really! He’s never told me that!”

Kirishima grits his teeth, a strange feeling he couldn’t quite shake dwelling in him.

“Yes, well. Bakugou is full of surprises. Isn’t he a bit young for you? He’s still in his 20s, it’s almost not wildly inappropriate.”

It was a joke, but seriously, what could bakugou know about women? And what does he know about you? He’s never even talked to you on mission, fucking loser virgin nerd.

He’s shocked himself again with the malice he feels towards his friend. What has gotten into him? He loves Bakugou! Bakugou is his boy! What on earth...

Your giggle brings him back to earth, where he is gripping the fabric of his trousers and grinding his teeth, and you are stood in front of him looking as beautiful as ever.

“No sir, don’t be ridiculous. I like him because I like him, just like i liked you because I liked you.”

That wasn’t entirely true, his experienced energy was largely what drew you to him, not to mention that man aged like fine wine, with his surprisingly current mullet, his huge chest and his... other assets. But it was worth saying, because as soon as the word “liked” left your smug little mouth, you knew you had done exactly what you came here to do.

“Look y/n, not over step, but do you really think bakugou katsuki is the right guy for you? I mean, have you ever seen him speak to a woman?”

“He speaks to me all the time! I’m a woman, aren’t I?”

His cheeks burn and he fears he may actually be blushing.

“Well yes, but-“

“Aha! So you admit i’m not a baby!”

He groans in exasperation, spluttering slightly as he tries to regain his train of thought.

“Yes, no, whatever. Point is, he’s a bit of a dumb ass when it comes to girls, total virgin. He’s too mean too, he wouldn’t get on with someone as... opinionated as you.”

You snort, and he smoothes his papers irritably.

“What’s so funny?”

“Well, aren’t you two supposed to be really close? I don’t know how poor Katsuki would feel knowing his mentor feels so horribly about him.”

“Poor Katsuki will live,” he mutters,”Where are you two headed anyway?”

“Oh! We’re going to an italian restaurant, he says it’s his favourite.”

I love italian, he thinks grumpily. This is bullshit.

“I hope you have a fun time. And thank you for giving up on me, it’ll speed up my productivity greatly.”

“Ah, of course, sorry to be such a distraction sir! Won’t happen again! And don’t worry about me and your little prodigy, we get on just fine!”

hmph, he watches you as you leave, and has yet to come to terms with the pit in his toned belly.

Does he really care that you’re going on a date with bakugou? or will he just miss the attention? maybe he got used to the feeling of being wanted, after his divorce he’s been a little lacking in confidence. maybe you were just a pick me up, something to point to when he felt he’s lost it.

But the more he thinks about it, the more he knows he would love to go on that date with you, to sit and bask in your overt flirting, your humour and your warmth. It’s not just that he doesn’t want anyone else to go on dates with you, he wants to go on dates with you. And the more he thinks, the more he hates the idea that someone else will be getting your attention. And that someone, being the volatile snot nosed kid that got him stacks and stacks of paper work with his temper. He loves the guy, really, but he is not good enough for you.

How annoying. He’s realised all this too late. He feels a certain desperation, an urge to stop u from going out with his junior. But he can’t... can he?

No. It’s mean and wrong. What about all the reasons why he didn’t pursue you before?

Like the fact you were too young! That’s valid, that’s a good reason. But it didn’t feel good enough right now, not when you were still going out with older men. Wouldn’t it be better it be him? he can trust himself not to mistreat you, can he trust other men?

No. he can’t. Damn it. He should reach out to you. send you a text. Stop you before you go.

He can’t though... Yes he can.

No he can’t.

“Oh for fucks sake,” he mutters to himself. Alright. Fuck it.

He finishes his work and gets home as quickly as possible. He throws off his jacket and sinks into his big arm chair.

With a reluctant sigh, he grabs his phone and looks for you in his contacts. Are his hands shaking? Fucking hell.

When he finds you, he copies and pastes the text he had written in his notes app while on the agency’s toilet. The text read:

Hello. I know I should’ve made things clear earlier, but I really like you. I don’t think you should go out with Bakugou tonight.

p.s I love italian

He didn’t do the italian bit on the toilet, that was spontaneous. He now deeply regrets it, but it’s too late because it’s already delivered. His big heart thumps in his even bigger chest and he hadn’t felt this nervous since he asked out his ex wife. Oh god, he hadn’t felt this nervous since he asked out his ex wife, and that was 15 years ago.

You made him feel like a new man. Which scared him even more, because he might lose you now. Oh god what if you quit? That was wildly inappropriate wasn’t it? He should never have sent it, he should’ve swallowed his feelings and let you and bakugou be. Poor bakugou, you were probably the only play he’d gotten in years, and here he was trying to ruin it. He set his phone down and began to knaw at his nails, knee bouncing beneath him.

Just as regret and embarrassment ate him alive, his phone dings, and he scrambles to pick it up. Taking a deep deep breath, he opened the message from you.

thought you’d never ask!! i’ll pick you up at 8:15, yeah?

can’t wait to see you eiji x

Now he was certain, you would be the death of him someday.

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[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Could I order a Ready-Made, Loose Leaf Ginger tea with Cloves and Lavender (Foul Legacy) in Enameled Pottery please with some additional customizations.

S/O didn't originally roll for Childe because they didn't expect to get him and hadn't finished Liyue yet, but got him anyway. So they would lightly bully him (like mocking his voice lines, calling him 'the child' or war criminal. All affectionately) and ended up kinda falling for him. Then their crush ramped up because of the Foul Legacy fight (moth pretty)

Thank you

Requests for this event are CLOSED!!

We have our first customized order! And what a lovely order it is, with lavender and ginger tea!

Let's see what this wish entails...

~ * ~ Digital AU Scenario, inspired by the terms "Discovery" and "Foul Legacy", set in Liyue

Fluff

Digital AU- An AU where Genshin Impact and its characters are seemingly no more than the wonderous programs we know today

Warnings for allusion to battle and fighting

~ * ~ Ten pulls. Ten pulls was all it took for the glowing stars to rain from the clouds, blue and purple and one, to your surprise, shining gold; all it took for several weapons to fall into your grasp, admiring the new four-star sword you received; all it took for stardust and constellations to drop towards your hands, grateful for the improvements to your already decent characters. All it took for him to come home, carried by the one golden star amongst the blue. You stare at your screen, mouth hanging open at the sight of Tartaglia staring back at you. At least, you think that’s his name- you didn’t read the banner very thoroughly to be honest; in fact, you only pulled because your friend dared you to, both joking and laughing about the newest character’s name. Tartaglia; Childe, you think, and snicker. It’s still funny. You just never expected to get him in ten pulls on no pity- how’re you even supposed to build him? He hasn’t appeared in the Mondstadt story or any of the in-game events, to you, he’s an entirely blank slate. One that you didn’t particularly want or need, but the mysterious ginger-haired man was here all the same. You furrow your brows, then set your shoulders. Well. If this is how he wants to play, so be it. With a few clicks you plop Childe into your team, right next to your healer, clinking on his character profile and scrolling through his talent descriptions with your fingers laced together This was going to take a lot of grinding. You loathe to admit it, but Childe quickly became one of the best damage dealers of all your characters. With his Hydro bow and blades he was a force to be reckoned with- it helped that you happened to be a particularly good shot with a bow, although you certainly couldn’t say anything good about Childe’s posture, it was so bad it made you burst out laughing when you thought too hard about it. A lot of things about Childe make you laugh, actually, including when you finally met him in-game. You were so caught up about how wonderfully funny everything involving him was that the Liyue archon quests went by in a blur; something about a dead god and Zhongli and Ningguang and the Fatui. Anything, from Childe’s voice to the way his name was pronounced to his own laugh, made you smile and chuckle. Sometimes you talk to him, or more talk at him, standing there on the screen. You enjoy teasing him, words witty and sarcastic but laced with affection as you call him names, “evil little war criminal” and “child man” being your favorite, and he simply stares back at you, eyes dead as ever and ever-present smirk still on his face. Your friend says Childe’s model doesn’t passively smile. You had shrugged then, saying it was probably a glitch, or perhaps Childe just liked you more. The Liyue arc is nearing its end- all that’s left to do is head to the Golden House to confront Childe, the story Childe, and fight until one of you drops dead. You laugh, for the hundredth time that day, looking at your own Childe standing strong on your screen, bow floating behind his back. You’re going to fight Childe with Childe. Is it a good idea? Probably not, but it’s funny. There’s a long monologue of lore before the fight actually begins, and you actually listen to it, despite your normal habit of skipping dialogue. There’s an almost enduring smile on your face as you watch Childe reveal himself as a Harbinger, something you’re not at all surprised about, and your Traveler blink in shock. At one point his automated gaze flicks directly to your eyes, and your smile widens fondly. Then he winks. You start slightly, grin fading into shock. But Childe’s back to staring at the Traveler, deadened blue eyes trained on their form. It’s a glitch. It must have been, and you shake your head to clear it as the battle commences, your Childe against him. It doesn’t take long to wear him down, not with your Childe built as far as you can push him- not quite level 90, but certainly getting there. You involuntarily wince at game-Childe’s shouts of pain as you whittle down the last bit of health from his Electro Delusion form. The moment you slice away the last chunk of HP, a cutscene plays and you lean back from your keyboard in satisfaction. The cutscene shows your Traveler getting thrown back and away from Childe, and you roll your eyes before returning your gaze to the Harbinger, now surrounded by water. Suddenly he transforms- first his arms and hands, then his legs, then himself- letting out a roar of rage from his new form. You gape in astonishment, admiring the now twice-as-tall Harbinger, covered in dark violet and black armor, mask now situated over his face with horns and a single, gleaming eye. You inhale when he slams his spear into the ground and your Traveler falls beneath the Golden House, before exhaling. “Woah.” For a while you just run around during Phase Three, trying to glimpse Childe’s new form from every angle- you want to see exactly how tall he is, admire the way his starry cape flows, map out the patterns on his armor. His voice, now deep and growly, makes you full on stop and stare, getting hit with several Electro arrows in the process. Your own Childe attacks back, of course, on your command, movements stiff and unyielding. You wish you could stay forever, but the battle ends all too quickly and you’re tossed out of the domain like a ragdoll, mourning the loss of in-game Childe, of Foul Legacy. Slipping your phone out of your pocket, you shoot your friend a message, something along the lines of “dude have you seen Childe’s Third Phase form yet” before glancing back up at the screen. Your Childe is staring directly at you, an unusual frown creased over his features. You let out a yelp and fling yourself back into your chair, eyes locked with Childe’s piercing gaze as concern flashes over his face. He reaches for you, of his own accord, and all you can do is look from him to your untouched keyboard and back, again and again. This is not happening, this cannot be happening- But your shock quickly turns to amazement and you quietly scoot your chair closer to the computer, still staring at Childe. His worry morphs into a smile, a soft, happy one you’ve never seen before, and his hand raises to brush over his heart. There’s a sudden flash of purple lightning, warping and twirling around Childe in a storm of rain and sparks. When the flood dissipates, Foul Legacy floats on your screen and you almost shriek, burying your face in your hands as you attempt to process the fact that Childe is most likely sentient and saw you admiring his Foul Legacy form. If he’s not sentient, he’s a really good AI. Childe purrs, the corners of Foul Legacy’s mouth turning upwards in a smile as he hovers a few inches from the ground, still looking at you through the screen. He reaches out, as if to cup your cheeks, looking slightly crestfallen when he remembers that he can’t. But a single glance at you hiding your face in your hands is enough to make him rumble in satisfaction again, voice growling low and deep from within his chest as he jerks his horned head towards the Golden House. “Don’t you like your own version of me better than that silly puppet in there?”

[starryevermore]

not so hard ✧ steven grant, marc spector, & jake lockley

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request: Steven/Marc having a huge crush on the reader - Marcs more calm about it and stevens like nope can’t talk to them - and then Jake just gets fed up like … “hi reader, I just wanted to let you know, Steven and Marc have a huge crush on you - and so do I - and we were wondering if you’d like to go on a date because these two cowards have been annoying for months” fluff? - anon

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader x marc spector x jake lockley

summary: jake finally asks you out after marc and steven keep skirting around the issue. 

word count: 1,021

warnings?: kinda bad but oh well, pet name (princess), not proofread

Jake Lockley was really getting sick of their shit. For the most part, Jake didn’t mind taking the back seat. He was fine with only coming out and fronting when he was needed. And, truthfully, his skillset wasn’t needed very often. Marc by and large was able to handle things himself and, now that Steven had grown a bit more confident in his fighting abilities, Steven didn’t really need someone stepping in. So, Jake didn’t need to front unless there was the rare moment when either Steven or Marc couldn’t go all the way. 

And this, it seemed, was one of those moments. 

Except, Steven and Marc weren’t fighting a bad guy. They were acting as Khonshu’s fist of vengeance. They weren’t having to defend themselves. Nope. This was something completely, and utterly, normal, and it almost made Jake feel like he was in middle school, only recently finding out that girls don’t have cooties and that, actually, it might be kinda nice to have a girlfriend. Because that was exactly how Marc and Steven were acting. 

Truthfully, Jake could understand it. Because, well, he liked you, too. You were, to put it simply, the most amazing woman any one of them had ever met before. You were kind, you were crazy intelligent, you were witty, you were funny. It was like someone had taken everything all three of them could ever want in a partner and wrapped it all up nice and neatly with a bow in you. But every. single. time. he tried to make a move, Steven or Marc would suddenly front and stop Jake from asking you out. Which was beyond frustrating! Because all three of them liked you! So rarely were they all on the same page and yet Steven and Marc refused to ask you out?! God, it made Jake want to fucking scream. 

Especially now, as Marc was talking to you at the supermarket. 

“So, uh,” Marc coughed awkwardly, leaning against a shelf but nearly falling over as he miscalculated the distance between him and the shelf. 

“Shit, you okay, Marc?” you asked, reaching out to steady him. 

Marc’s face burned, ducking his head down so you couldn’t see his pink-tinted cheeks. He coughed again. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. They must’ve been rearranging things in here again. Could’ve sworn that shelf was two inches closer.”

You let a quiet laugh. Oh, Jake loved your laugh. He wanted to make you laugh all the time. “Or maybe you just have bad depth perception.”

Before Marc could even respond, Steven fronted, blinking owlishly, before saying, “Sorry, love, err—I mean, Y/N, ‘cause that’s your name, not love, but, uhhh, we gotta head out now, yeah? Forgot that I had a shift this weekend! But we’ll see ya ‘round, yeah?”

“Wait—”

But Steven was gone, practically sprinting out of the store. And as the man ran off from the woman all three of them adored, Jake heard you mutter, “The museum’s closed today.”

What the hell was that!? Jake snapped as Steven ducked into an alley, trying to steady his breathing. 

“What was that? That was me trying to avoid us being humiliated!” Steven said. “Look, I like what we’ve got going with Y/N right now. She’s a good friend. I don’t want to lose that when we inevitably make things awkward by asking her out when she’s not interested! When she rejects us, nothing will ever be the same again. And I can’t lose her. I just can’t.”

You have to try.

“No, I don’t. I don’t have to do anything. I don’t want things to change—”

Marc jumped in, Jake, look. Steven and I are fine just being friends with her—

Well, I’m not! We all love her. And I know she loves us too. She’s been waiting for one of us to make a move, and it’s not fair that we’ve been making her wait so long, Jake said. Look, how are you two going to feel when she moves on and dates someone else? When she marries someone else? Are you guys really going to be okay with it? Or are you going to wallow in self-pity and kick yourselves for missing out on something great?

Neither of them answered. 

I can you right now, I’m not waiting. I’m going to make the move. And neither one of you can stop me. 

Jake fronted, taking a moment to calm his nerves. While he may have had more confidence about this entire thing than Marc and Steven, he still worried a little bit that this could ruin everything. But, dammit, he needed to try. He had to. 

He walked back to the store, hoping that you were still there. And, thankfully, you were, still browsing the cereal aisle that Steven had left you in. Jake walked up to you, clearing his throat when he was a few feet away.

You jumped slightly, whipping around to look at him. “Hey! I thought Steven had to go to work?”

“He was lying, princess,” Jake said. “You make him a bit nervous.”

Your brows furrowed together. “Oh. I don’t mean to. If, if there’s anything I can do to make him more comfortable—”

“You make him nervous because he has a massive crush on you,” Jake said, ignoring Steven’s grumblings. “So does Marc. And so do I.”

“Oh.” You titled your head, blinking slowly. “All three of you like me?”

“Yes.”

“And…and what are you going to do about it?”

“I’m going to take you out to dinner tonight. I’ll get us a reservation at that restaurant you were talking about the other day. I’ll tell you the time as soon I book the reservation.”

You smiled slightly. “You’re more forward than Marc and Steven.”

“Only ‘cause I can’t wait any longer for them to get their shit together. So, what do you say? Will you go to dinner with me?”

You took a step towards him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. You leaned towards his ear, whispering, “I would love to.”

Now, see, that wasn’t so hard, now was it? 

[sugarbooger513]

JJK Men x Insecure chubby Fem!reader

Today has been hard to think of myself positively, and I have friends who struggle with the same thing, so I thought I could indulge some people with some very loved characters reminding us that, no matter our size, we're perfect.

Characters: Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro, Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami

Warnings: Insecurities, body dysphoria, Toji's gets spicy (sue me), suggestive at the end of Nanami's, tooth rotting fluff.

Satoru Gojo

- Let's be completely honest here, this man rarely feels insecure, if he ever does.

- He wouldn't be able to sympathize, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care. In fact, it makes him care a lot more.

- His comfort methods aren't for everyone either, so be prepared. He's trying, give him that.

- Humor. That's what this man knows. Iykyk, this man deflects any form of trauma with his humor.

- If he notices it isn't working, then he'll come up with something else because he loves you. That love tells him that he has to try.

"Oh sweetie pie, I'm home!" Satoru's voice carries easily through the house, but you can't seem to care at the moment. Your cheeks still feel somewhat sticky from the tears that have fallen the past thirty minutes.

"Honey bun? I said I-" His voice cuts off, and you know you're caught. The bed shifts where your boyfriend lowers himself beside you. "Y/N, why are you crying?"

"I-I don't want to talk about it, Satoru." He removes his blindfold with a small chuckle. "Did your favorite anime character die?" "No." "You sure? You tend to sob when-" "I said I don't want to talk about it."

He freezes at the way you lash out at him. Yeah, something is actually wrong.

"Love," his voice softens in a way that shows how worried he is, "is there anything I can do to help? Anything at all?" You're quiet for a minute, but you eventually scoot closer to him.

"You want me to hold you?" All you manage is a nod before more tears slide down your cheeks. His long arms encase you securely against him. "I can do that as long as you need. I'm here for you, Y/N."

The two of you stay like that, you crying softly into his uniform while he runs his hand up and down your back.

Eventually, your sobs turn into small sniffles, and you finally speak. "I.. I'm sorry for snapping at your earlier, Sato." He smiles at the loving nickname. "No, baby, I'm sorry for joking around. You wanna talk about it now?"

"I just... I was thinking about.. how many girls looks so much better than I do." He scoffs. "You're kidding, right?" "Sato.." "No, I mean that. It isn't a joke. Baby, we've been through this since day one. I. Want. You."

You hide your now blushing face against his chest. "But.. I just don't understand.." "Look at me, baby." When you do, his bright blue eyes seem to shimmer. "You're the love of my life. You're gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, and every other synonym to those that I'll have to get Nanami to teach me because I will remind you everyday until it gets through your thick ass skull."

His hand comes up to rest on your chubby cheek, where he starts to wipe away the drying tears. "I. Love. You. So. Freaking. Much. Y/N." Each word is punctuated with a kiss on a different part of your face, until he eventually meets your lips.

The small giggles you let out makes him smile. "There's that beautiful laugh! Come on, why don't I pop some popcorn and we go watch whatever you want on the TV?" Your shit eating grin makes him snort a bit of laughter. "Even if it ends in a favorite character dying?"

"I don't mind having to hold you a bit longer."

Toji Fushiguro

- This is also someone I don't think can really empathize with you and your insecurities.

- However, when this man falls he falls HARD

- He will do anything in his power to make you feel better.

- Well

- Anything he can do while still seeming nonchalant about it

- Lets talk about how this man would take matters into his own hands, with his own hands, to make sure you know how loved you are. (You couldn't have expected just fluff with him, give me a break y'all.)

"Y/N," Toji kicks his shoes off carelessly at the door, "I'm home." He raises a confused eyebrow when he looks around the house. Plates from your movie night yesterday lay strewn about the coffee table, still.

'She never leaves dishes out. That's weird.'

He starts to walk around the house, worry filling his chest. It just isn't like you to leave a mess, or to not greet him at the door. There's no way someone came and did something to you, right? No one is THAT dumb, surely.

When he hears the small sniffles coming from your shared bedroom, he breathes a small sigh of relief. "Y/N? I'm coming in." He pushes the bedroom door open to see you cuddling his pillow while laying on your side.

His eyes widen at the sight of your body trembling from the small sobs. "Y/N?" He walks around the bed to kneel in front of you. "What happened?"

"N-Nothing Toji. Sorry, I-I know the house is a w-wreck." "Shut up about the damn house. I don't care. Why are you crying?"

You finally sit up, which lets him sit beside you on the bed. "I just.. Bad day." "Who do I need to stab?" "T-Toji?! You can't solve everything by stabbing!" He shrugs a bit. "You can try."

He smiles sweetly when you slap his arm. "That isn't funny." "Hmmm, but it made your cheeks flush." "Toji Fushiguro!" "Alright, alright. You wanna tell me what's wrong now?"

"I just.. looked in a mirror for too long, babe. Don't worry about-" "I'm lost. What do you mean you looked in one for too long?" You sigh, knowing he hates vague answers.

"My body is disgusting me today, Toji." He scrunches his eyebrows and leans in a bit closer to you. Your face heats up from the slight glare in his eyes.

"Looks the same to me." "Toji, I-" "Correct yourself." His already deep voice seems to drop even lower. Your entire body trembles. "S-Sir."

"Good girl. Now, let me get this straight. You don't think you're attractive." You shake your head, suddenly feeling the tears come back to your eyes. "Why not?" "J-Just.. my body.. it isn't.." "Skinny?" The word hurts your heart, but you nod, knowing he expects some sort of answer.

"So? You're exactly what I need, Y/N." You glance up to meet his loving gaze. "N-need?" "Don't play dumb. You know I need you. Now, we have to fix those insecurities."

He stands, offering his hand out to you. When you take it, he pulls you to your feet.

"Now," he groans as he lays back down on the bed, "I've had a tiring day at work. I want you to strip and come take a seat." "A-a seat?" His smirk tells you what you need to know before he elaborates. "I AM rather starved. Come on, I'm pretty impatient."

"To-Sir, I'm too.." "Heavy? Try again. You aren't getting out of this." He snaps his fingers, and the sound runs deep into your core. His eyes watch you hungrily as you start to get out of your pants.

"Now, for every one of your orgasms, I want to hear 'I'm Toji's pretty princess.' Understand?" "Y-yes sir."

You have no idea what posses you, but you finally let out you own witty comment. "You could at least take me to dinner first."

"You cheeky brat, don't worry. I have plans for your meal."

Hope you don't mind being hoarse for a while. You had to repeat just how pretty you were a number of times.

Choso Kamo

- SWEETEST MOTHER FUCKER I SWEAR

- He doesn't see a single flaw in you, honestly.

- Plus, he doesn't really understand beauty standards. All he knows is he loves every inch of you.

- Nothing goes unloved by this big ass baby.

- You crying would probably bring him to tears because he feeds off your emotion.

- But there is no doubt this man will do anything and everything to see your smile again.

- A true king who just wants his queen as happy as she makes him.

He left you for maybe an hour. Maybe. Choso just had to run and pick up a movie from Yuji.

"Angel, Yuji said that we have to-" He drops the movie the instant he sees tears in your eyes. "L-love? What happened?"

He rushes to your side and wastes no time wrapping you in his strong embrace. Your hands grip his shirt in a feeble attempt to pull him closer.

"What happened? Do you need something? A doctor?" His eyes are scanning your body for any signs of pain. His hands running gently over your back, arm, sides, but everything seems normal.

"I-I'm okay, Cho." "No, you aren't. Please, angel, don't lie to me." His own eyes start to fill with tears, but he tries to will them away. He knows he shouldn't be crying, but seeing you in any pain hurts him just as much.

"Cho, I just.. It's stupid." His large hands cup your face so you're forced to meet his eyes. "Nothing that makes you cry is stupid. Absolutely nothing, my love."

"I.. I tried to put on a hoodie of yours because I was cold." He blinks in confusion. "Was.. was it dirty?" "No I.. I stretched it out.." he tilts his head.

"Is that all?" You nod, but even more tears come to your eyes. "I just hate how big I am.. I thought you would find it cute to come home and see me in your clothes but.. I just messed them up.." He stands, suddenly walking into the kitchen. "C-Cho?"

"I bought some of your favorite ice cream. You know, the kind you always crave on your period. I figure we can cuddle and you can enjoy it while we watch a movie."

"I- I don't really want anything to eat." He smiles, still grabbing it and a spoon. "I know, but just in case. Listen," he places the carton on the table next to you, "you're gorgeous. Every part of you just screams beauty. Nothing could ever change that. Not your size, not you stretching out a stupid hoodie, not you crying, nothing."

He opens the carton, only to get a spoonful out and kneel in front of you. "Open up, angel." You do as he says and allow him to feed you the ice cream. You can't help but smile as you eat it.

His index finger wipes a few old tears from your cheeks. "There's that smile I love. Now, I think we need a movie and some cuddles. How does that sound?" You can only nod, absolutely floored by how much Choso truly loves you.

No more negative thoughts came to your mind while you laid against his chest. He even took a few times to feed you more ice cream throughout the movie.

Oh yeah, he totally bought new hoodies in a bigger size so you could wear them around the house without fear of stretching them.

Kento Nanami

- KING ENERGY

- You can't tell me this man doesn't want someone who acts as his pillow. Come on.

- That being said, Nanami knows how it is to be insecure.

- Whether it's over body insecurity or not, that can be argued either way. Still, insecurities aren't something he's ignorant about.

- On days where you can't seem to like your body, he'll do whatever you need.

- Need to be alone? No problem. Need someone to talk to you? Covered. Just need to be told you're loved? He'll tell you as many times as it takes.

- However, he can't help but be blunt. That's just who he is.

- He does it out of love for you, though. He never wants you to believe something that isn't true.

It's really hard for you and Nanami to get the same day off of work, and today was no different. Since you were the one working today, Nanami decided to take up cleaning the house and preparing dinner. He would also insist on doing the dishes, but he knew better. You never allow him to do all of the work.

He watched the clock hit five thirty and smiled. No doubt, that was your car he heard pull into the driveway. Now that you were home, he could surprise you by telling you that he managed to get the next five days off, which matched your schedule.

The front door opens, and he's quick to call out a "Welcome home, dear. Dinner will be done soon." He turns his body, preparing to catch you in his embrace as usual. However, all that happens is you call back, "Thanks, Ken."

His eyebrows furrow, and he quickly takes dinner off the stove so he can go check on you. He's not one to forget anniversaries or anything like that, so his mind is going through any possible reason you just called him Ken.

"Bad day at work, dear?" He wipes his hand on his apron as he comes around the corner. You were already sitting on the couch, eyes on your phone. "Yeah, I guess." "Okay," he sighs and sits beside you, "would you like to talk about it?" When you finally look at him, his eyes widen. Your eyes are puffy, as if you had been crying.

"Y/N.." "It's just coworker drama, Ken, don't worry too much about it." He scrunches his face. Those women you work with always pissed him off. He's noticed them staring at him whenever he brings you lunch. "Well, humor me a bit. What happened today?"

He just knows you can't resist gossiping with him after a work day. "I-I don't want to repeat it, Ken." The worried look in his eyes makes you whimper. "What?"

"I'm not used to you calling me 'Ken' at home." "Sorry, honey. It's nothing you did." He smiles softly and reaches to cup one of your cheeks in his hand. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me?" You do. God, you do because you know you'll cry again and he'll be here to hold you through it.

"They started talking about you." "Me?" "Yeah," you look at your hands, already feeling your chest tighten, "and started laughing at how you're.. settling for someone who is as big as I am.."

Nanami's soft looks suddenly turns harsh. How dare they say stuff like that? What's worse is he's sure they knew you could hear them!

"Really?" When you nod, a tear falls onto your lap. "It just.. really hurt knowing that I'm not the only one who thinks that." "Y/N.." He pulls you into a hug with a soft sigh.

"Don't think like that. Dear, if I wanted anything different than what I have now, you would know it." You sigh and cuddle into his warm embrace. "I know, but-" "But nothing, my love. I love you, only you, forever you. Do you understand?" You glance up and he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Yeah.. I love you too, Kento." "I have an idea." "Uh huh?" His smirk has you worried. "Well, we both have the next five days off.." "We do?!"

The excitement in your voice has him chuckling. "There's my pretty laugh. Yes, we do. I'm thinking on your first day back.. you go in with a ring on your finger."

You blink in confusion. "K-Kento, you don't-" "Oh I do. Am I the person to joke about wanting to marry you?" Your eyes start to fill, yet again, with tears. However, these tears make Nanami also tear up a bit.

"Are you... asking..?" "I have a ring just for you in my suit jacket, Y/N. Just say you'll marry me." He isn't really expecting you to jump on him, so when you do, he falls from the couch to the floor. "You know I'll marry you, Ken!"

The two of you share a long kiss, complete with tears and laughter. "Well, now that that's decided. I think we should get a head start on something." "What would that be?"

He stands before securing you in his arms bridal style. "The Prehoneymoon." "That isn't a thing, honey." He smirks before playfully smacking your ass. "For you, Mrs. Nanami, anything is possible."

@katgalle @savonline

[gamequeenanya]

Tickletober Day 16: Ghost

(lee Phone Guy, ler Reader)

Summary: During the night shift you meet a familiar person. But he's not what he seems. Will you be able to call for help without your friend dying with laughter...?

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It was the fifth night on the job. You panicked when you heard the garbled phone message tonight. Quickly you reached for the receiver and tried dialing for help.

9-1-1 you dialed, but the phone kept ringing and nobody picked up.

Desperate, you tried again. Again there was no answer.

A man suddenly appeared in your office, a good distance away.

"I'd watch the cameras if I were you."

His voice was easy-breezy, with a light accent you couldn't quite place. You quickly checked the tablet for the animatronics, leaving the receiver on the table.

Bonnie had left his station and had gone into the parts and service room. Great...

You check Pirates' Cove and then put down the tablet. Facing the man you raise your eyebrows at him.

"What are you doing here?? I thought you quit last week."

He was silent, and looked kind of sad.

Picking up the phone, you tried dialing for help again. This made him stiffen.

"Stop." He said plainly. "The-the line is dead..."

Defiantly, you pushed random buttons on the phone, hoping to get through to anyone at all. This time you heard the man beside you laugh and hold his stomach.

"What is it?" You said, confused and a little irritated. Did he really think this was a laughing matter?

"Nothing!" Still with a cute grin on his face, he shook his head.

"You little liar!" You grinned, deciding to boop the buttons on the phone again. At least he was getting a kick out of it, and it helped lighten the mood.

"Heheehheheheeheeheheheeeeheeeheheehee!" With one arm, he balanced himself over the desk while he held his stomach with the other. "Stop! Heeheehehehehheheeheee!"

"Oh? So I should stop this...?" You boop all the buttons on the phone, including the asterisk and pound sign.

"EEHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEEEE!"

As bad as it was for him, he noticed Chica approaching the right door and quickly closed it.

"Thanks!" You say, checking for Bonnie, and then continuing to boop the phone. Chuckling, you wonder why it's so funny to Phone Guy that his phone doesn't work.

"COHOHOOME OHOHOOHOON! PLEEHEHEHEHHEEEASE! IHIHIHIHII'M TIHIHIHCKLISH!"

Stopping, you looked at him for a moment. "Shouldn't have said that, buddy!" You come over and try and tickle his sides and stomach, but it seems to have no effect. "Wait..."

Something started to dawn on you. Your fingers seemed to go right through him, and they felt cold.

"W-wait a second... H-how did you survive t-the fourth night again...?"

The light seemed to flash on automatically and you saw Bonnie outside the door. Immediately, you closed the door.

"Geez!"

Phone Guy sighed. "That's the thing... I didn't..."

"Oh..." You say. Going back to work you try not to think about it too much. "I'm sorry..."

"Yeah. Heh." He scratched the back of his neck and looked away. There were a few moments of silence as you worked hard to survive and as he wondered if he was still welcome here as a ghost.

"Freddy's moved!" you say, pointing to the camera. Turning to Phone Guy you now mutter. "Alright, buddy. If there's something you've learned that corporate made you keep from me, now would be the time."

He pointed to camera 4B. There was a way to keep Freddy locked in that camera. You just had to watch it every now and then as part of your cycle.

"Thanks," you say adapting that as part of your strategy.

It was a couple more hours before Phone Guy said something.

"By the way! Uhh, the animatronics might be a little sad that they lost again tonight, so after your shift you might wanna give them a pat on the shoulder! I-I'm sure it's safe now!"

A witty snark; of course it was. But honestly you'd had enough of his weird humor for tonight.

Reaching over to the phone on the table, you booped all of its buttons again.

"EHEHEEEHEHEHEHEEHEEEEE! WAHAHAHAAHAAAAIT!"

"Cutie," You mutter with a fond smile.

[The End.]

[idy-ll-ique]

I'll Hold Mine.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Requested: Nope

Warnings: None

Genre : Pure fluff

Summary: Y/N has stuffed toys. She's ashamed of telling anyone else she has stuffed toys. Bucky doesn't understand why, they're so cute after all!

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Before you ask, yes, I was screaming the whole time while writing— this wasn't what you were gonna ask? Oh. Enjoy!

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Bucky Barnes stared as the woman walked into the communal area, bleary eyed. "Y/N, good morning! Had a good night's sleep?" Clint asked her. Bucky quietly watched as Y/N nodded, but he knew she was lying. "Good morning to you two," she greeted them, giving them a small smile. Clint, about to walk out of the room, ruffled her hair and left.

"You're lying."

"Pardon?" Y/N blinked, staring at Bucky as she waited for her coffee to be prepared. "You didn't sleep well, I can see it all over your face," he rephrased, taking a sip of his coffee. "Fine, you caught me!" she groaned, "I didn't sleep last night." Bucky frowned when the woman plopped down next to him, clutching her mug with both hands.

"Why not? Is everything okay?" he asked worriedly. "It's embarrassing and I'm not going to tell you." She refused to speak after that. Embarrassing? Her? In his eyes, never. He didn't press on, though, silently offering his sad friend some company. When he heard a sniffle, he couldn't help it.

"Tell me what happened. I promise I won't judge you," he insisted, turning to look at her. "It's just— it's just that—" Y/N took in a shuddering breath. God, why was she making a fool of herself in front of her crush?! "Morning, people! Oh, oh no, I picked a bad timing—" Bucky and Y/N both turned to Tony, who slowly backed out of the room.

Nope, she wasn't doing it.

"I'm sorry, Buck," she mumbled, got up, kept her mug away and left. Bucky nearly crushed the mug he was holding, cursing Tony because why did he have to walk in just as Y/N was opening up to him?! He huffed and sat alone, drinking his coffee in misery.

The thing is, Y/N was great friends with everyone. She was loud, cheerful, funny and excruciatingly beautiful— you get the gist. Not with him, though. Around him, she was always quiet, shy, meek… submissive, in a way.

Hey Y/N, can you pass me that bottle?

If it were anyone else: "Your legs finally give up on you? About damn time." With him? "Yeah sure, here you go." She never, ever talked witty with him. Something about her was off… was she scared of him? Bucky's eyes went wide. Of course, that was it! Y/N Y/L/N was afraid of James Barnes! Why, though?

He was always so good to her. Nobody minded teasing Y/N, sometimes going too far but it was all in fun and Y/N knew that. Bucky, on the other hand…

Roast Y/N or finish the bottle of beer— you always drink when it comes to her, simp!

He could never. He had no idea what her insecurities were, what if he accidentally pushed a button and she stopped talking to him? At least they still made small talk, if she stopped talking to him, he didn't know how he would live. "Hey, everything okay?" Startled, he looked up at Steve.

"Yeah," he cleared his throat, "Everything is fine, what happened?" Steve sighed and sat next to his best friend. "It's Y/N, isn't it? I know the look on your face," he chuckled. "She was crying," Bucky spoke softly, "And she was about to tell me what happened but Stark walked into the room. Then she left without telling me."

"Why doesn't she talk to me?" he continued, intently staring at Steve. "I'd think that's fairly obvious," Steve laughed, "The woman loves you. Classic traits of a crush, Bucky. She limits her conversations with you because she doesn't want to embarrass herself. She never talks back to you because what if you start hating her?" Bucky blinked.

"Me? Hate her? Not possible," he scoffed. "You didn't find out why she was crying, right?" Bucky shook his head. "Why don't you go to the privacy of her room and find out? No one will interrupt you there, you might form a good bond and who knows? That might be the start of a beautiful, perfect relationship."

"I can't just go there like hey we were talking and you didn't tell me something so I've come to find out, that's invading her personal boundaries! She'll tell me when she's ready," Bucky spoke indignantly. "She hasn't eaten breakfast yet, there are some muffins in the oven, why don't you take those to her room?" Steve suggested.

After a minute of consideration, Bucky agreed.

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Three short raps on the door.

"Y/N?"

Inside the room, Y/N froze. What was Bucky doing here? She glanced around her room, horrified, because it was a mess. "What happened?" she shouted from inside. "I brought you some breakfast, thought you might be hungry." She was hungry, though. "Wait 5 minutes!" Bucky patiently stood outside as Y/N made her room more presentable—

By hiding all her stuffed toys.

Some went in the wardrobe, some tossed carelessly under the bed, some stashed in the bedside drawer until she was certain there were no animals on display. "I'm so sorry," she whispered to the toys before opening the door to her room. "Bucky! Thank you for bringing me food, come in! Sorry, it's a mess."

Bucky waved his arm in dismissal as he walked in, looking around the room. "Your place is beautiful," he commented, giving her a small smile. She blushed and rubbed the back of her neck, shrugging. Both of them sat on the bed and Y/N picked up a muffin. "What do you wanna ask me?" At the blatant question, Bucky looked up.

"Why were you crying?" Y/N sighed and looked at her lap. "Sorry if it made you uncomfortable, I didn't mean to," she muttered. "No, no, it did not make me feel uncomfortable, I wanna help you," Bucky answered, shaking his head. "It's…" "Embarrassing? We've been through that, I don't care." A small laugh escaped her lips.

"Fine, I'll tell you. Promise you won't laugh," she whispered. "I promise." Y/N huddled close to him in case someone was somehow listening to them. "I lost my favorite stuffed toy and can't find her." Bucky sat silently for a few minutes. That was her definition of embarrassing?! What's embarrassing about stuffed toys?

"Should I help you?" he offered immediately, smiling at her. "You don't think I'm crazy? I'm a grown woman who still has stuffed toys. Names and everything," Y/N exclaimed, her jaw dropped. Bucky shrugged. "Of course I don't think you're crazy. There is nothing shameful about stuffed toys, I think it's quite sweet."

"Really? Just when I thought you couldn't be more perfect—" Bucky laughed at her words. They quickly finished eating the muffins and then stood up. "Have you checked the whole room?" Bucky asked her. She nodded. "Yes! The drawers, the cupboards, the wardrobe, over and under the bed… she's nowhere."

"But have you checked the bathroom?"

A loud groan left Y/N. "That's it, the bathroom! Ugh, I was so sleepy last night but I had to pee so I went to the bathroom, might've forgotten her inside, how stupid of me! Damn it!" As she kept rambling to herself, Bucky walked into the bathroom and fetched the doll that was sitting atop the sink. "Here you go, doll."

Y/N looked up at the nickname. "Hah, doll. Just like the one you're holding," she joked, taking the doll from his hands. "Yeah," he whispered, "Just like the one I'm holding." Y/N froze when his arms went around her waist, pulling her close to him. Was this actually happening?!

Did her crush like her back?!

She wanted to scream. "Bucky?" she whispered as he continued staring down at her, a dazed look on his face. "Why are you so adorable, doll?" he asked instead, gently rubbing her bottom lip with his thumb. Y/N gulped at the shockwaves the action sent throughout her body. "You tell me," she retorted, her breath hitching when he smirked at her.

"Find your wits now?" he teased, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips before she could answer. Shivers ran down her spine as she kissed the man back, clutching her doll tightly in her arms. Without breaking the kiss, Bucky walked forward until the back of Y/N's knees touched the bed. "Sit," he ordered and Y/N complied, looking at him with wide eyes.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Sleep."

Y/N blinked, expecting a sexy response but instead she got— "What?" she asked him, confused. Bucky knelt in front of her, taking her hand in his. "You haven't slept all night, doll, I need you to sleep. This—" He gestured between them, "—Has lots of time to happen. For now, all I want is for you to get some rest. You've had a tough morning." Y/N's eyes watered.

"Don't go away."

The way she said it was enough to keep him by her side forever and always. "Never, doll. Come on." He picked up the plate which was lying on the bed, dusted the crumbs off and lay down. Y/N lay down next to him, clutching her doll in her hands. She turned to face away from him as he turned, wrapping an arm around her, spooning her from behind.

"Thank you Bucky, goodnight."

He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her exposed shoulder. "Goodnight. You hold your doll, I'll hold mine," he whispered, smiling when the sound of soft snores filled the room.

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"Aye, sweet doll!"

"She is, isn't she?"

"You know damn well I wasn't talking about your girlfriend, Barnes—" Y/N burst out laughing as Sam and Bucky narrowed their eyes at each other. "But I was! Sweet doll." Y/N scrunched her nose as Bucky pressed his nose to her cheek, the stubble on his face pricking her skin. "Thank you, Sam, that means a lot."

"No worries!" He plopped down next to Steve, who was looking at them with a smile. After Y/N got into a relationship with Bucky, she was opening up more. She was no longer embarrassed about her stuffed toys; these people were her friends and they stood by her side no matter what, no judgement. That's all she needed.

Clutching her doll to her bosom, Y/N snuggled against Bucky's chest, resting her head in the crook of his neck. "All okay?" Bucky whispered to her, wrapping his arm around her as he brushed her hair away from her face. "Yeah," she whispered as Tony walked into the room, immediately getting hit in the face by a deflating balloon, "All okay."

"I love you so much, doll," he smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as she closed her eyes. "I love you too, Bucky," she smiled into his shoulder, "I love you too."

"As cute as all this is, it's your turn to pick a movie, Y/N so please, pick a movie."

"Hmm, I'm not in the mood… how about you pick one, Peter?"

"No! No, anyone but him!"

"Come on, we haven't watched Frozen 2 in a long time—"

"Shut up! No! Maybe give your boyfriend a turn, he picks better movies!"

"Never have I ever been so offended by something I 100% agree with."

"What do ya say, doll? Give me a turn?"

"Sure Barnes, whatever."

"Ouch."

"Deserved."

"Breaking News! For the first time in the history of the world, we're witnessing Y/N Y/L/N actively roasting James Barnes—"

"I don't mind anymore, everyone knows he's gonna come running back to me in no time."

"Hot damn!"

"Come on now, doll, you wanna be punished so badly—"

"Ugh, keep dirty talk out of this!"

Needless to say, movie night went great.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Leave a like if you enjoyed!

[thehaitanis]

𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞 𝔰𝔞𝔳𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔣𝔱 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔫𝔢𝔯: 𝔯𝔞𝔫, 𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔪𝔞

❮★❯ summary: how will haitani ran, haitani rindou and hanma shuji react to their partner being savage and soft?

❮★❯ warnings: none, maybe bad writing.

❮★❯ disclaimer: english is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes.

thinking you were just a cute person, ran felt attracted to your apparent innocence, thinking it would be really fun to play with you until you finally snapped but, little did he know what was about to come his way.

he “discovered” the other side of your personality one day when you both were heading home after a date and he finally decided to address the guys that were following you because of him. the annoyance in your face was clear to anyone close enough to see it and, just as you were about to speak up, ran pushed you behind him, a relaxed smile playing on his lips. “don’t worry, love. i’ll handle this.” scoffing, it was your turn to push him behind you, taking him and the guys in front of you by surprise; “no need, sit down and be quiet ok? i’ll be back shortly.” it’s safe to say that you both went back home in silence, you finishing your cotton candy without a care in the world and ran too surprised to even ask what the hell happened.

although he was definitely shocked by that turn of events, the smile that grew in his lips once he recovered was enough for him to get his confidence back again, turning to you and passing both of his arms around your waist. “is my little darling also a delinquent? how exciting!”

he definitely likes your personality, ran tends to get bored of the people around him very easily so it would be really interesting to discover just how much he wants to spend time with you, making you snap at him and complimenting all you witty remarks. he might even edge you just enough so you can be all savage with him, he’ll love it.

the first time rindou saw you he didn’t think much of your personality, taking you as someone normal because you never really showed yourself completely in front of him. he was actually more than ok with your soft side, it was just what he needed and honestly, his preferences lay more on the innocent type so he never really expected you to be anything else.

he found out about the other side of your personality some time after you started dating. he had spent enough time with you to know what you liked and what you didn’t, so it was really no surprise when he tried to coax you to go watch a horror movie with him, thinking that, because of your personality, you would get really scared. it was also the perfect opportunity for him to play the hero role, letting you hold onto him and taking advantage of the dark to do the things he couldn’t do when you both were in public. “hm? are you scared of some dumb movies? don’t worry, your hero is here.” with his arm over your shoulders, rindou guided you to the movie theater, feeling as big and confident as he always got when he tried to impress you. “oh? i said no because i know how alarmed you get after watching them, rin. but don’t worry, i’ll hold your hand all the way through.” the smug look on his face immediately disappeared, freezing in his place while you continued to walk, giggling.

it’s safe to say that out of the three, rindou would be the most shocked. how did that happen? were you hiding this side of you from him? either way, he found himself feeling shy because of your boldness, running discretely to you and pretending like he didn’t care about what just happened. “whatever, let’s go eat.”

after that it really took him some time to get used to your personality but don’t be mistaken, he really loves all of you and would even laugh out loud when you get all confident in his brother, defending him and basically just doing the job he thought he’ll be doing in the relationship.

although hanma would also be really into shy and innocent people, he can’t deny that the way someone can snap at him gets him going in all senses. it is just so much fun to see someone lose their mind over simple things. that’s why he kept going after you, trying to make you stay by his side in hopes you would agree and fall for his charms until you finally did, accepting to be his partner even if all your friends told you not to.

it wasn’t weird for you to spend your evenings with hanma and his gang, getting to know all the guys in there and basically trying to fit in a place where everything felt too rough but, if there was one thing that you couldn’t stand was the way he acted around his subordinates, getting all annoying and rude with you just to prove his power to everyone else; “oi, come and sit right here.” tapping his own legs, hanma smirked after hearing the laughs of the people around him, “hm? who you’re talking to?” with a confused look on your face, you pretended not to know what was going on, a little smile fighting to be let out. “i’m talking to you, dear.” were you trying to embarass him? “sorry, i don’t answer to people without manners. come and sit beside me if you want.” the laughs that exploded after that were cut short by hanma’s face, yelling at everyone to be left alone with his partner or else.

after everyone left hanma stood from his place, walking to you with a grin on his face and a strut that would have scared anyone but, standing in front of his dear partner the guy laughed, at first quietly and then loud, crouching down and stopping his face right in front of yours: “aren’t you a feisty one?”

hanma would absolutely love that side of you. he would find you really interesting and would often comment on how funny it is when you don’t shy away when he wants to fight so, for him, your personality would be perfect. just don’t go thinking you can pull something like the other scene always because that was a one time thing.

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