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Jalea! He's singing "Raining in Manila"
(more like "Raining in Bankara")
#art#splatoon#splatoon 3#splatoon oc#jalea#raining in manila#yes jalea is pinoy. like me! pilipino pride hahahaha#also raining in manila is such a fucking BOP i've had it on loop for the past hours#it's been chilly because of raining all night so#i bet they installed a karaoke bar in their carinderia for splatfest nights. really rakes in the customers
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sweet treat 2

construction worker!rafe who spends his days âlifting heavy stuff and building shitïżœïżœ and driving shy!reader home, shows up on her doorstep in the middle of the night...
c/w: fluff, smut: slight somnophilia, dry humping, p-in-v, 18+ mdni!
wc: 2.7k
so this story was supposed to be just a small drabble consisting of a few silly sentences but then i got a bit carried away..
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Itâs past midnight when her doorbell rings, making her brows furrow. She throws the fluffy covers away, immediately yearning for the warmth of them as she pads her bare feet along the chilly hardwood floors of her apartment. Â
No one has ever been at her door this late, which makes her hesitate. Maybe itâs just her neighbor asking for sugar, she tries to reason, as if the retired elderly lady living next door would even be up this late. For all she knows, it could be a criminal whoâs escaped prison, holding a bloody knife at her.Â
Curiosity ends up getting the best of her (as always) when she gingerly opens the door, mentally preparing to face a serial killer.
However, all her worries wash away like pollen under rain when she realizes itâs Rafe standing tall before her.Â
âOh, hi. What are youâ what are you doing here?â a surprised look paints over her countenance. Â
âYou forgot this in my car, thought you might want it back,â he smiles, holding out a phone to her, the pale yellow case making her realize itâs her phone. She almost doesnât recognize it, since it appears so tiny in his massive paw, almost like a miniature version of the device sheâs grown accustomed to. Â
âOh my god, I was looking everywhere for it, thought I was gonna have to buy a new one,â she takes it from him, a grateful smile etching her features. Â
âYeah, couldnât exactly call,â he shakes his head at his terrible attempt at a joke.Â
A delighted giggle escapes her throat, nonetheless, eyes crinkling and teeth poking out; forcing the corners of his mouth to lift up as well as he finally takes in her appearance; a worn-out t-shirt a few sizes too big andâŠwell, thatâs it.
Sheâs not wearing anything else and heâs trying his hardest not to stare at her plush thighs, or the way the hem of the shirt slightly climbs up, revealing even more skin as she rakes a hand through a messy head of hair.
She swallows nervously under his attention. Â
Unfortunately for the both of them, he never ended up doing anything when she came over to his place last week and had him cook for her. He just felt so bad about initiating something like that when she kept yawning through forkfuls of pasta, eyes barely staying open as she complained about her limbs aching and how she was so exhausted she could sleep for an entire week after the particularly long shift sheâd had. Â
Which is why he simply drove her home after their late-night dinner and wished her a good night with a heavy hand on her shoulder before letting her get some much needed rest, telling himself he could be patient.
However, sheâs not making it very easy for him when thereâs only one piece of clothing covering her at the momentâ she looks so sleepy and pretty he has half the mind to pick her up in his arms right now and slump down on her bed, crawl under crisp sheets and feel her lungs expand against his chest. Â
âUh, sorry, did I wake you?â he asks, suddenly worried heâs disturbed her serene slumber. Â
âNo, no. I mean, I was in bed but couldnât really sleep soâŠâ she trails off, desperately trying to come up with something to make him stay a bit longer; finding immense comfort in his assured presence. Â
âUm, do youâ do you want to come in? I could make you some tea or something?â she clumsily offers, not wanting him to go just yet.
His brows raise in surprise because sheâs being uncharacteristically bold, making his mouth twist in amusement.Â
âActually, forget I said anything, youâre probably really tired and jusâ wanna go home, sorry, donât know why I evenââ she scrambles to correct herself, and now that sounds more like the girl Rafeâs grown accustomed to. Â
âNah, of course Iâll come in,â he cuts her off, stepping past the threshold before taking a look around her cozy home; picturesque paintings fixed on the cream-colored walls and leafy plants adding greenery to the small space. Itâs cute, he thinks. Â
She sets a steaming mug in front of him when he takes a seat around the kitchen table. And when she sits down on a chair next to him, he canât help but stare at the way the bottom of her shirt rides up, revealing the tops of her thighs and allowing for the flimsy material of her panties to peek out.
He clears his throat. Â
âYou, uh, you have trouble sleeping a lot?â he tries to focus on something else, anything else while taking a quick sip of the searing liquid; nearly burning his tongue in the process. Â
âYeahâŠsometimes itâs jusâ kinda hard to shut my brain off after spending all day at the cafe. Like I try to close my eyes, but then the loud voices of customers and the clinking of plates keep replaying in my head and suddenly mâwide awake, you know?â
âIs there anything that helps?â he prods. Â
âUm, I donât know, I guess jusâ trying to think of something else or talking with someone else,â she mumbles out.Â
âOh yeah? So, what youâre sayinâ is that youâre just usinâ me right now in order to fall asleep?â he teases, grinning when he manages to drag out another giggle from her. Â
âGuess I am,â her eyes glimmer like little stars when she blinks up at him. Â
âShould I feel offended right now?â he jokingly huffs. Â
âNo, you should feel flattered, I donât invite just anyone into my home at almost 1 am, just so you know.âÂ
He thinks he likes this side of her, all playful and sleepy; a lot less reserved than her usual fully rested and overly conscious self, more carefree. Maybe thatâs the reason he lets the next words escape his tongue.
âYou, uh, you into cuddling?â he asks, noticing how her eyes round out in surprise.
âUhâ I mean, probably if I had someone to cuddle with, but I donât soâŠâ she drifts off, not sure how to respond.Â
âWanna cuddle with me?â he says it so nonchalantly, and she doesnât understand how heâs so indifferent about this whole situation when she feels almost dizzy; dazed mind reeling and her vivid heart tingling in her ribcage.Â
âYou, umâŠyou want to? But wouldnât it be weird?â
âWhy the fuck would it be weird? I mean, weâre friends, right?â his brows crease.Â
âYes, of course we are, I justââÂ
âLook, all mâsayinâ is that it might help you sleep, yeah? Having somethinâ else to focus on ïżœïżœïżœn shit,â he reasons, making her realize sheâs totally overthinking this when heâs simply trying to help. Â
âYouâre right, yeah, we should do that then,â she agrees before swiftly getting up on wobbly feetânearly falling face first on the ground, if not for his strong grip on her waist steadying her, drawing a faint gasp from the back of her throat at the sudden proximity. Â
âEasy there, sweetheart,â he chuckles, finding her eagerness to get into bed with him rather amusing. Â
âSorry,â she mumbles, a raspberry hue dusting over her cheeks. Â
And thatâs how they end up tangled in each other under her soft sheets, his beefy arms wrapped tightly around her middleâ caging her in with mindless fingers toying with the hem of her shirt. His sturdy chest rises and falls against her back in tandem with his steady breaths, pacifying her; coaxing her heavy lids to flutter shut. Â
âYou good?â he murmurs into her hair.
âMhm,â she blissfully hums, letting out a content exhale because heâs so warm and bigâ making her feel so secure and safe she thinks she wouldnât mind doing this again. Â
Soon, her mind begins to topple over the edge of reality, plummeting into oblivion; a far away dreamland where everything is upside down and the ether is evermore the shade of fluffy cotton candy. Â
âSweet dreamsâ is the last thing her misty awareness grasps onto before sheâs in the tender embrace of a place where the sand consists of stardust and ecstasy.
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Sheâs lethargic in her movements when she stirs from the abstruse blankness she seems to have lost herself in with Rafeâs heavy arm is draped over her waist, trapping her body into his.
The lines of her cerebrum are blurred and sheâs not sure what woke her up because itâs still murky in her unlit bedroomâ the pale moonlight gleaming through the slots of her curtains the only beacon illuminating the space.
Then, she feels it; something poking her from behind, pressing against her ass.
Thereâs a crinkle in her brow until her eyes widen in realization. Heâs hard.
Rafe is hard and she can practically feel the culprit of his excitement since heâs only wearing a pair of boxers, having complained about getting all too hot during the night to wear anything more.Â
She swallows. Â
What is she supposed to do?Â
She shifts against him, trying to untangle her limbs from his. However, her attempt is proved fruitless when instead of unchaining her, he lets out a low rumbleâ his grip only tightening around her smaller form. Â
âRafe?â she calls out.Â
No response. Â
âRafe? Wake up.â Â
Still nothing.Â
She can feel his heavy breathing against her neckâbigger hands pawing at her hips every now and then and trying to pull her closer, as if theyâre not already effectively glued together, leaving her no space to move. Â
Sheâs already beginning to grow sticky between her thighs when he drags her against his cock again; seemingly stuck in some sort of a stupor. Â
She canât help but let out a faint mewl when her clit throbs, pestering for more friction since the soft fabric of her underwear is not even close to enough, more or less torturing her with the its cottony graze.
And thatâs when Rafe finally stirs, the weight of his arm loosening like a tight knot unfurling, finally allowing for her lungs to greedily suck in the air of the quiet room.
âShitâ sorry, my bad,â his tone is gravelly, and she could swear some sort of birds begin flapping their wings in her tummy, jabbing at her insides in response.
However, he doesnât pull away like she half expects.Â
âItâsâŠuhâ itâs okay. I meanâŠno worries, it happens,â she rambles with heated cheeks because what the fuck is she supposed to say to that?Â
âNah, sâfully my fault, jusâ had this, uh, nice dream,â he admits, voice coarse.Â
âOh. What was it about?â she inquires with a yawn, perhaps slightly too curious for her own good. Â
âYou wanna know?â his brows raise.Â
She manages a hum.
âWell, there was this, uh, real pretty girlâŠân she had me in her mouth ân was lettinâ me do whatever I wanted,â he murmurs, a heady tone overlaying his response. Â
âOh.â She tries to appear indifferent, even if thereâs a pitiful sprout of jealousy threatening to blossom in the pit of her stomach.
He lets out a breathy chuckle. âYouâre silly sometimes, you know?â
He was practically dry-humping her just now, was he not? Why would he be dreaming about another girl when heâs got her right here?Â
âSo, what else happened?â Â
âWhat else? Okay, then she, uh, let me do this,â he confesses at the same time as he grabs at her hips again before pushing against her, earning a whimper when she can feel how big he is through the thin material of her underwear.Â
âRafeâŠwhatâre you doing?â she asks through a whineâ his blunt nails denting the exposed skin of her thighs.
âGot no idea what youâre doinâ to me, do you?â
âIâ what are youâŠwhatâre you talking about?â her brain is foggy, unable to think straight when heâs so close. However, he doesnât respond, merely continues the retelling of his dream.
âThen I grabbed her like this,â he lifts her on top of him in one smooth motion, as if she weighs nothing more than a piece of paperâ shuffling her around until sheâs straddling him, properly sitting on top of his cock.
Somewhere along the way, her inhale gets stuck in her throat, mindlessly moving her achy cunt over him and causing him to let out a heartfelt grunt.
âNeedy little thing likes this, huh?â he helps her find some relief by grappling at her hips and dragging her over his cockâ filthy groans escaping his mouth when he feels her wetness saturating the two layers of cotton between them. Â
âRafe, can youâŠâ Â
âCan I what, hm? Play with you a little?â he says while already slipping a hand in her panties; petting at her puffy clit, earning a surprised moan from her before she lifts up the hem of her shirt for a better view. Â
âDidnât know you were such a dirty girl. Gettinâ real fuckinâ wet from me just beinâ close to you, huh?â his thumb rubs lazy circles over her sensitive button, making her cry out as she presses down harder against his cock.Â
âShit, gonna come in my fuckinâ pants if you keep doinâ thatâŠyou wanna know what else was in mâdream?âÂ
She nods, frantic. Â
âPushed this little piece of fabric here to the side,â he says as he plucks at her underwear, doing just that. âAnd then, did this,â he mumbles out as he takes himself out, causing her eyes to round out when she looks down at it in his palm, mesmerized. He thuds the head on her clitâ one, two, three times, and then heâs smearing it over her sticky folds, painting it up and down her soaked cunt.
âRafeâŠâ she whines, desperate to feel him inside her. Unfortunately for her, heâs feeling a little mean; pressing just the tip inside her tight hole, slowly pushing in and out and turning her into a whimpering mess.
The hydrangea blue of his eyes is locked to where they connect, fascinated. âFuck, sweetheart, does that feel nice?â he asks, thumbing over her swollen bud, tucking his cock in a little deeper and forcing a loud noise to leave her throat.
âFeels so good, Rafe, think mâgonnaâŠâ she trails off, lids heavy as she stretches around him. Â
âYou gonna come already?â he chuckles, amusement coating his features while he keeps nudging his dick about halfway in and then out, never fully plunging it inside. Â
âYou feel soâŠcanâtâ canât hold it,â watery droplets gather in the corners of her eyes, catching to her lashes as her teary eyes look into larimar and she keeps rolling her hips against him, chasing after a release.Â
âGo on then, let me feel you soak my cock, yeah?â he encourages, and she doesnât need to be told twice before sheâs crying out and throbbing around him, hips stuttering as her cunt pulses and sheâs unspooling on top of him.Â
âThere you go, fuckinâ give it to me,â he grunts, and all of a sudden, he feels his own orgasm approachingârolling down a hill like a landslide. Sheâs squeezing around him so tight, he canât help but thrust his hips into her, a guttural moan leaving him when he finally stuffs his cock inside her, to the hilt.
Then, heâs stilling inside her and groaning out when his cum gushes out from his drippy tip, coating her gummy walls in white, filling her to the brimâ making her feel so full.
Thereâs so much of it, to the point where the sticky substance begins to seep out from where theyâre connected as they both pant, trying to even out their breathing. Â
She turns into something mellow in his arms, slumping down against him and burying her face in his neck as he draws sluggish circles on her back, calming her down with tender words spoken in gentle murmurs. Â
She thinks she could die happy right now. Â
âDid so good for me, shit, should do this more often, yeah?â he says with a sleepy tinge. Â Â
And sheâs completely out of it; head as empty as ever and merely managing a hum of agreement before sheâs tumbling down a slippery slide right back into a nebulous slumber.
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Crossroads

Pairing: Ex!Bucky Barnes x Neurosurgeon!Reader
Summary: On a rainy night on your way home, fate decides to cross your path with someone who used to hold the dearest place in your heart.
Word Count: 4.2k
Warning(s): ANGST / heartbreak / failed relationship / very tiny mention of a surgical procedure, not in great detail / I know I mentioned angst already, but this is all angst with maybe like a tiny sprinkle of fluff / medical career mentions (I did my research, but just in case I got anything wrong) / mentions of Bucky's trauma and hardships from his past
Prompt/Theme: chai latte (caught in the cold rain) + melancholy (write a tragic tale)
a/n: This is my submission for @the-slumberparty âs Winds of Autumn Challenge. Did I choose melancholy because of my name? Perhaps đ«ą In all honesty, it has been too long since I wrote a pure angst piece, so I knew I had to write something to get the heartbreak going. As a piece of advice, not everything is as it seems, so wait till the end for the whole story to come together. I would say happy reading, but instead, I'll wait here with tissues and a hug for those who need it after reading this. ( Ž)ïŸ(._.`) Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated!! âĄâĄâĄ
bucky masterlist ⥠// main masterlist âĄ
Lightning crackles across the sky as you scurry across the puddle-ridden streets of New York desperately searching for a cab. The wind had rendered your umbrella useless, so the rain fell in harsh sheets against your bodyâsoaking you from head to toe.Â
You had been performing an emergency surgery on one of your patients in a different hospital from the one you resided in. Your patient had suffered from an aneurysm brought on by a complication from a previous surgery. She couldnât be transported across the city as immediate medical attention was needed, so you were transported to said hospital via the hospital helicopter.Â
Which you obviously couldnât use to fly back home.
The surgery took longer than anticipatedâeight hours to be exact. When you were close to being done there was unexpected bleeding coming from the surgical sight and you had to go back in and reexamine everything to stop the bleeding. Thankfully, there were no more complications after that and you could focus on stabilizing your patient so she could go and recover in the intensive care unit.
The downpour had started towards the end of your surgery. You were far from home and the already unfamiliar streets had blurred together amongst the harsh streaks of water obscuring your vision. It was still the early hours of the night and you were exhaustedâlonging to collapse against your bedsheets and wrap yourself in their warmth. Tiredness had seeped its way into your bones faster than the rain had seeped into your coat.Â
As you cross another street you spot a bus shelter nearby and make a run for it. Knowing it might be a while before you can catch a cab and at least those glass walls would be enough to protect you from the icy wind that threatened to freeze you. Once inside you try your best to warm up your hands, observing the way your breath materializes in the air. You consider ordering a rideshare, but you know the numbness in your fingertips has to go away before you can take your phone out and order it.Â
Fate, however, had other plans for you.Â
âY/n?â
Your body stiffens when a voice calls your name, flinching slightly at the way the thunder that follows rattles the glass shelter. The shiver that makes its way down your spine is no longer from the chilly air.Â
This canât be happeningânot after two years. Not when you had finally moved on from him.Â
He calls your name again, his presence cementing itself into reality. You donât want to face him, but thereâs that small part of youâthe part that will forever be hisâthat begs you to look. That needs to know if it's him.Â
Your head turns slowly, holding your breath as you keep your emotions in check as best as you can. Hoping the universe was playing a cruel joke on you and presenting you with someone who sounded exactly like him.Â
But what stranger would ever utter your name with such heart-aching familiarity?
Deep down you knew there was no mistaking it. It was him. It was Bucky. You would know the sound of his voice even in the loudest of crowdsâlike a language only your heart spoke. Even now when it was on the cusp of becoming a forgotten one.
Your eyes meet his as a flash of lightning illuminates you both. Your heart squeezes in your chest at the way his eyes seem stormier than the sky. Filled with as many conflicting emotions as you know are reflected in yours.Â
âBucky. HiâŠâ
When you find your voice it sounds foreign to youâquiet and tight. The years of rebuilding every part of yourself are on the edge of crumbling down in a simple greeting. Bucky gives you a small smile, one that doesnât reach his eyes as he looks between you and the bus shelter. He frowns for a moment as if having a silent debate with himself.
âIs it okay if I umâŠ?â He nods towards the inside of the bus shelter as he trails off. This is when you finally notice the way the rain whips against his skin, soaking him where he stands, and it dawns on you what heâs asking.Â
He wants to know if itâs okay for him to seek shelter from the rain with you. The man who used to insist on holding your hand wherever you went because he loved the feeling of your hand in his, the man who would hug you from behind and hide in the crook of your neck as he showered it with kisses when he missed you on the days you came home late, the man who cuddled you close every night and whispered how much he loved you between kisses that seemed to want to reach your very soulâthat man was now asking for your permission to be in the same space as you.Â
Oh, how cruel fate could beâŠ
âYes, of course. It's fine,â your response is politeâtoo polite, and your movements are virtually robotic as you take a few steps to your right to keep a strangerâs distance between you. He mumbles a small thanks before he steps inside, his hands firmly in his jacket pockets. Keeping to his personal space as much as possible.
Silence stretches between youâheavy with unspoken sentimentsâinterrupted only by the booming of thunder and the drumming of rain as it hits whatever is in its way. You try to distract yourself by counting the seconds between the stoplight changing from green to yellow to red and then green again, but it's no use when heâs but a few steps away from you. The man who you used to know like the back of your hand is now a stranger and it's causing you more distress than youâd like to admit. The inside of your cheek feels the brunt of that torment as you bite it incessantly. You have to do something about this silence before it consumes you.Â
âHow have youââ
âHowâs it beenââ
You both speak up at the same time, holding each otherâs gaze for a fraction of a second before falling into an awkward laugh. He clears his throat before encouraging you to speak first. You look away, the civility of his tone crawling under your skin and unstitching mended woundsâsome of which still had not fully healed yet.Â
âOkay, well how have you been, Bucky?â
âGood. Iâve been good. You?â
âOh. Iâve been good too.â
The exchange went by quickly between half-truths and hesitations. Then it crept up againâthe silence. Gnawing at you both and mocking you for not being able to have a simple conversation. When words between you used to flow as freely as the rain that traps you hereâreally the lack of vocabulary now is laughable. Your past selves would have never been able to wrap their heads around how hard talking to one another would be.Â
Your past selves would also never understand why you broke up.
Your current self still doesnât entirely understand.Â
Bucky shifts on his feet, lips in a tight line as he speaks up, âI read about your recent award. Congratulations, you deserved it,â the sincerity in his voice causes your head to snap in his direction. When you see his genuine smile, one that makes the corner of his eyes slightly crinkle, it tugs at your heartstrings in a way that threatens to pull you back to him.Â
You won that award for your research achievements in neuroscience a few months ago. Which could only mean that at least until a few months ago, Bucky had been keeping up with you. A piece of information that left you speechless and with a million thoughts running through your mind.
Had he always kept up with you?
Or did he only just recently revisit a part of his past?
Were you on his mind all this time like he had been in yours?
There was so much you wanted to askâto sayâbut instead, your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water until you were able to mutter a soft, âThank you.â The sound so quiet it was almost swallowed by the rain. Bucky caught it, however, his body less rigid hearing the familiar cadence. He smiles a little wider, the kind of smile that chips away at the walls you built up these last two years and insists you spill a string of secrets you have locked away in the deepest depths of your heart.Â
All secrets that revolve around him.
How you also kept up with him, never scrolling past a social media or news post highlighting anything that had to do with the Avengers in hopes of getting a glimpse of him. Visiting the coffee shop where you two met on occasions telling yourself it's because no other coffee tastes better, but really it's because of the memories of you two that lie in every corner of that building. The loss of him follows you even when you order takeout because you would rather deal with the lie of ordering for two rather than with the truth of ordering for one.
However, the biggest secret of them all pertains to those days when the ache, the longing, and the loneliness become a cacophony too loud to ignore, that you find yourself rummaging through your closet. Searching for the shoe box thatâs tucked away amongst miscellaneous items. One that holds the pieces of your heart that shattered the day Bucky broke up with you.
A faded movie ticket from the Lord of the Rings marathon you took him to, gum wrappers folded into hearts that Bucky had a habit of doing every time you needed a new bookmark, photobooth pictures that always ended with you two kissing, a letter he wrote you on your one year anniversary where he told you he loved you for the first time, and other items you cherished with every part of you.Â
Holding onto these things might seem to others like a mistake when your goal is to move on, but these were things you couldnât find the strength to get rid of. And if that made you weak, clinging onto bits of what was the greatest love of your life, then so be it.Â
You were weakâand quite frankly you didnât give a damn.
The one thing holding you back from pouring your heart out to Bucky was how things had ended. The vagueness, the fight, the resentment and confusion. All of it took hold of you and screamed at you to be more cautiousâto keep your guard up.Â
Thunder snaps you out of your thoughts, grounding you in the present once more. You need answers, but you know you have to be careful about how you retrieve them.Â
You cross your arms, pressing your coat tighter against your body in an attempt to comfort yourselfâturning to face him only to have your heart skip a beat when you realize he is already looking at you. His gaze softens with a vulnerability that makes the words get stuck in your throat.Â
You let out a shaky exhale, âI uhâI saw Sam became the new Captain America. I also saw you on the news fighting alongside him. Are you two friends now?â The question comes out innocent enough, making Buckyâs demeanor brighten as he takes it as a sign that youâre open to talking to him. Your hidden intention behind that question is a need for confirmation of something that eats away at you anytime you think about his reason for breaking up with you.Â
Bucky runs a hand through his damp hair, âYeah, sort ofâit's a long story. We went on a mission together and I realized he wasnât that annoying, so we became mission partners and I guess you could consider us friends now,â he explains to you with a fond expression, one that leaves a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. Through the occasional flashes of lightning youâre able to get a better look at him and the sinking feeling is on the verge of drowning you.Â
Bucky no longer had harsh dark circles under his eyes, his scruff was nicely shaven, and his posture was lighter as if the world was no longer falling heavily on his shoulders. His hair is shorter than when you last saw him, he had lost a bit of weight, and he had found a friend in Sam. Something you had encouraged him to do while you two were still together, but he refused on account of saying he only needed you. All of this verified to you the one thing you feared the most.Â
Bucky had been right all along. He had been right in breaking up with you.Â
Two years ago, Bucky had sat you down on his living room couch and told you he wasnât ready for a relationship. That was itâthat was his reason for ending things with you after almost two years of being together. He claimed he wasnât ready for a long-term commitment, not after everything he had gone through. And seeing him now, seeing how much better he looked was enough proof for you. No amount of your love, your support, or your companionship would have been enough to keep him in your life.Â
Bucky had been right all along, and you hated how utterly bitter that made you.Â
How could you accept that what tore you to pieces mended Bucky back together?
The air between you shifts, itâs thick and acrid, and your heart races in your chest with fury as loud as the thunder that rumbles in the clouds. Leaving you wondering if Bucky can differentiate which one is more turbulent. He can sense the change in you and it causes the heaviness in his shoulders to return and his body to go rigidâhis own heart threatening to leap out of his chest.
Your phone rings and you use it as an excuse to turn away from Bucky. You pull it out of your bag and check the caller IDâit's Nate. Your neighbor from down the hall of your apartment complex who moved in a couple of months ago, and was now a casual hookup of yours. You werenât one for hookups, but after years of no connection you longed to feel somethingâanything with anyone.Â
You were only human after all.Â
You answer the call, needing to put your attention elsewhere before you say anything to Bucky you might regret later. You keep your responses short, knowing Nate could only be calling you at this hour for one reason and one reason only. Bucky didnât need to know that reason, so you decide to keep the conversation as brief as possible.Â
Bucky shifts his weight on his feet as he pretends to watch the rain. Focusing on a water droplet sliding down the glass wall as it races the other droplets to the ground. Heâs tempted to use his super soldier hearing to listen in on your conversation, but he knows he doesnât have the right to. There are only bits and pieces that slip throughâlike the fact that youâre talking to a manâand it has one soul-crushing thought come to his mind.
You have someone. Bucky comes to the conclusion that you have moved on.Â
As soon as you end the call the words slip out of Buckyâs mouth before he can stop them.Â
âWas that your boyfriend?â The word boyfriend tastes bitter on his tongue and he canât help the prickly edge to his voice. You catch the way his jaw tenses and he averts your gazeâripping the wounds of heartbreak right open. He has no right to feel any sort of way about you moving on. He knows it, you know it, and yet there he is troubled at the thought of you with someone else.Â
Screw not saying something youâll regret later.Â
âYeah. That was him,â you lie with the utmost confidence that even you believe it. A tiny voice in the back of your head scolds you for lying, but it's hard to hear it when the resentment fights its way up to the surface and wins.Â
Bucky had fallen from a train, been brainwashed, tortured, beaten left and right in battles, gone to war, blipped out of existence, stabbed and shot more times than he can count and yet no physical blow could ever amount to the sheer devastating pain he was feeling right now knowing you had found someone else. Knowing there was someone else who got to see your sleepy smiles in the mornings, who got to cuddle you close to his chest on movie nights, who got to steal kisses from you while cooking dinner together, and who got to hear your laughter whenever he wantedâa sound that never failed to make Bucky all warm and fuzzy inside.Â
There was someone else who now had the privilege and the honor to be loved by you, and to love you.
Bucky would never be able to recover from that.
âIâmâŠhappy for you. Iâm happy you were able to move on,â Bucky lies through his teeth as he says those words that feel like acid on his tongue.Â
âItâs not like I had a choice in the matter,â you retort coldly, causing Bucky to flinch as if you had struck him.Â
âY/n Iââ
âNo. I donât want to hear it. I donât want to hear how you werenât ready for a relationship. How ending it was for the best. Breaking every single promise you made to me like it meant nothing to you. You donât tell someone you love them, that you want to move in togetherâyou donât talk about the future and then turn around and break up with them because youâre not ready for something long-term. Not unlessâŠnot unless it was all a lie from the start,â your voice cracks by the end and it takes everything within you to swallow the lump in your throat before it suffocates you.Â
The thunder roars so loudly it shakes the glass walls around you and for a second you think they might breakâbut ultimately they donât. Bucky doesnât know what to say, taking a sharp intake of a breath before blowing out the air in what sounds like a choked sob. Every fiber of his being longs to break the distance, wrap you in his arms, and never let you go. Cradling you close to his chest like he used to whenever you were upset.Â
He had lost that privilegeâheâs well aware of that, and yet his wishes remain the same.Â
Bucky knows thereâs more he can say. Things that might not restore what was broken, but that will definitely give you answers or closure. Although, at the risk of hurting you even more he keeps them to himself and instead whispers a strained, âIâm sorry.â Letting the weight of his apology hang in the air.
Your tears threaten to spill, but you blink them away not wanting to cry in front of him. Maybe you shouldnât be bitter and resentfulâafter all the man you loved with your whole heart ended up better off without you. If you truly loved him you should be happy for him. Despite that, there is no ounce of happiness that you can conjure up for him right now. At this moment, you are swimming in an ocean of negative emotions that are close to pulling you under into a very dark place.Â
You can be the bigger person tomorrowâtonight you wonât be.
Bucky can hear it before it comes into view, a cab is finally making its way down the road. He steps out into the road to wave it down, the rain ricocheting off of his shoulders. Without speaking another word, he heads over to the cab and opens the door to the backseat, gesturing for you to go in. For a second, you hesitate to take the cab. You know once you do this is itâit's over.Â
A beat passes until you make a decision. With a heavy heart, you force one foot in front of the other, stepping into the rain and then into the backseat. Accepting this small gesture from Bucky as a heartfelt goodbye. If you stuck around any longer that bit of animosity brewing in the pit of your stomach wouldâve boiled over.Â
You donât look at Bucky as he closes the door, but you steal one last glance at him as you tell the driver your address. The sight squeezes your chest so tightly it might stop beatingâBucky is crying. Heâs hiding it well with the rain and with the way he stands, but you know him better than that. At one point he was your other half and you can tell by the way his jaw trembles, his eyes narrow, and his expression molds to one of pain that heâs crying.
You hide your face from him as the dam breaks and everything you had been holding back comes flooding out.
Bucky steps back into the shelter of the glass walls and watches the cab drive off with you in itâtaking his heart and his hope with you.Â
Bucky tries to force the tears to stop, but he knows it's no use. Just like you, he had held back a sea of truths he wanted to confess. Truths he wasnât sure you even wanted to hear or he even deserved to tell.Â
Bucky is not doing good. He has to throw himself into work and missions every waking moment because if he doesnât his thoughts will run straight to you. Every night he has to hold his pillow close to his chest because he got so used to sleeping with you cuddled against him, that he feels like a part of him is missing and it steals his sleep. He tosses and turns for hours and stares at the ceiling as if there heâll find the answers on how to make the heartache go away. In the silence, he longs to hear your voice, so the radio and the tv stay on so he doesnât have to sit with the uncomfortable. The food he eats lacks flavor and the world around him seems devoid of color.Â
His existence feels soulless without you.
Sam is trying to get him to talk about it, but youâre the one thing Sam is not allowed to bring up. Not when Bucky is ashamed of the full storyâof the truth.Â
The full storyâthe full truthâwas the one thing most of all that he wanted to get off of his chest and confess to you. Bucky didnât break up with you because he wasnât ready for a long-term relationship. That was the biggest lie he had ever told and one that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
He was ready. He was so damn ready he even bought the ring to ask you to marry himâto make forever official. That was until he noticed how his problems began to bleed into your life. So much so, that your career as a surgeon began to suffer from it. The one thing you were most passionate aboutâyour dreamâthe one thing you worked blood, sweat, and tears for was in jeopardy because Bucky was still suffering from the baggage of his past as the Winter Solider.
Bucky felt like a burden. You would never call him that and he knew if you ever heard him call himself that, you would do and say everything you could to assure him he was wrong. You loved him so deeply and so selflessly that your career became an afterthought. When his nightmares plagued him, when his PTSD was triggered, when the world felt like it was closing in on himâthere you were. By his side no matter the time of day to hold him close and reassure him he wasnât alone, that he was safe, and that he was loved. Bucky had become so dependent on you he didnât realize how it had affected you until he stumbled across the warning letters your job sent, the voicemails, and the overheard calls. The articles that came out questioning your morality for dating the Winter Soliderâa cold-blooded killer.
Your reputation as a surgeon was on the line because of him.
Thatâs when Bucky knew he had to call it off. He had to be the one to end it and fix his own problems before his darkness ruined you. You had sacrificed so much and worked endlessly to prove yourself in your field, that there was no way he would let you risk all of that for him. He knew he couldnât be honest with you over the real reasonsâyou would never accept them. So he made sure to find a reason that would lead you to hate him.Â
Bucky knew he had to be the villain of the story. He was used to it, heâd be okay with it. As long as you were safe from the shadows that followed him, he would gladly be the bad guy. For some people that was all heâd ever be, at least in this case he could control the narrative and in the end it would benefit you.
Bucky couldnât give you forever, no, but in letting you go he made sure you kept your dreamâand that was enough for him. That meant everything to him.Â
He had to suffer the greatest loss of his life so that the love of his life could be free. A hard truth that he would forever carry the weight of and that you would never know was done as an ultimate act of loveâthe selfless act of knowing when to say goodbye.Â
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I DREAM, NOW, OF A NORMAL LIFE WITH YOU ; SUGURU GETO
synopsis; suguru isnât a lightweight. this is your first time actually seeing him drunk â though maybe it shouldnât come as a surprise that heâd be the sappy kind.
word count; 9.4k (..... i got carried away ok)
contents; suguru geto/reader, gn!reader (shoko calls u "girl" but in a "girl help" way not a gendered way), written w a no curses au in mind, sugu is a sappy emotional drunk i said what i said, sickening amounts of fluff, depictions of intoxication, reader is averse to alcohol, sugu wants to marry u so bad it makes him look silly, lots of emotions & lots of love <33
a/n; this fic has been ROTTING in my drafts for the longest time but its super precious to me and now i finally get to post it!! @softgirlgonehaywire & @hayakawalove ily ty for being interested in sappy!sugu this is a treat for u <33

the bar isnât all that far off from your apartment.
itâs a short distance, really. walk straight ahead, until you reach the record store that suguru likes to frequent, and then take a right; a minute or two uphill, and then youâll be able to see the blue of the sea. once youâre there, all thatâs left is to look for mellow golden lighting and descend a set of stairs.
which is what youâre currently doing, popsicle in hand, loose clothes and comfortable shoes on as you wallow in the mellow summer evening. everything is blue â the dark shade of the sky, and your ice pop, pastel and sweet, tasting of pure youth. the hoodie you threw on is a rich cobalt, suguruâs in name but yours in spirit. he only wears it when you complain that it doesnât smell like him anymore.
humming a jolly tune, you take a sharp turn, allowing the summer sensations to curl around your subconscious. blissed out and content.Â
you were so, so bored â stuck at home with no one to keep you company, no one to mumble snarky commentary about the show playing on tv, no one to run their fingers through your hair while your head rests in their lap. pure torture, really, being faced with the consequences of your own actions. after you stupidly told suguru youâd be okay on your own.
he even asked you twice, just to be sure, even told you that heâd prefer you to join him on his night out. and again, you declined; because itâs been so long since he had some time alone with shoko and satoru, and you were feeling a little tired anyways.Â
so he gave in. heading out, with a promise to bring back a tub of your favorite ice cream, leaving you with the apartment to yourself. did you come to regret your little white lie? maybe. possibly.
but everything worked out in the end.
a pleasant breeze caresses your skin, brushing against the apple of your cheek, and you watch as peach blossoms dance in a faraway park. cicadas cling to every tree in sight, buzzing a pleasant tune, mingling with the giddy giggles of high school students enjoying their summer vacation. itâs been raining for a couple of days; you can still smell it in the air, feel it in the low tinge of humidity clinging to your skin, still hear suguruâs insistence that you bring an umbrella with you to work â just in case.
but today, the skies were clear, and itâs late, not too humid but not too chilly. and the stars are out, glimmering in that fuzzy sea of mellow cerulean, leaking out like little marbles cast into space. falling down, down, down, close enough for you to see. from here, it looks as if theyâre waving. you resist the urge to wave back.
peace. bliss. a nostalgia so vibrant you could drown in it, feel it lick at your ankles like soft sea foam.
eager to scratch a certain itch in your brain, attention span zipping from one street vendor to the pop music blasting from a couple streets away, you take your phone out from your pocket. absently scrolling through your messages, until you get to the ones shoko sent you just ten minutes ago. the ones that brought you out here, into a summer evening soon to slip into nightfall, ones that have you walking to the bar you chose not to join them at.
messages that still have you pushing back a bout of giggles, chewing lazily on your ramune ice pop with a giddy smile.
sho đŹ: come get ur man sho đŹ: heâs drunk. sho đŹ: like DRUNK drunkÂ
you: âŠâŠ um. you: what happened to hi? hello?? good evening???
sho đŹ: no time for that. look sho đŹ: [ image ] sho đŹ: he looks so goofy lol
unable to resist the temptation, you press the pad of your finger against the screen â opening the image attachment, just to drink in the sight once again. what you see is a certain man, slumped over in his seat, cheek smooshed against the wooden table in front of him. messy hair, no longer tied into a bun, cascading down his shoulders and back. from the little you can see of his face, his skin is flushed a light pink, and his eyes are closed, fingers still curled around an empty beer jug.Â
like a sleepy puppy.
a coo tiptoes on your tongue, but you bite down on your lip in an effort to stop it, just grinning at your screen with pure adoration in your lovesick eyes.Â
heâs drunk, alright. an unfamiliar sight, but not at all unwelcome. because heâs cute, terribly so, so cute that it hurts, even when heâs obviously wasted. itâs almost funny â you know their drinking habits. shoko holds her liquor so well that itâs a little horrifying, and satoru can get wasted if he has more than a sip of it. and suguru?
suguru never gets drunk. he barely even drinks. out of consideration for satoru, maybe, or you. probably both. thatâs just how he is; you thought he hated fish for years, because he was always so eager to give you the best bites of the sushi rolls you ordered. turns out he was just indulging you.
so, to be frank â the idea of him suddenly being drunk is a little bit of a shocker. but itâs also kind of exciting, in a ridiculous way. new, fun, just what you need when youâre bored out of your mind.
(or maybe youâre just happy to have an excuse to go see him.)
you: NOOOOÂ you: MY BABY đđđ you: what did u guys DO to him???
sho đŹ: satoru and him made a bet đ you know how they are sho đŹ: he drank like a divorced mother of four ive never seen something so beautiful
you: âŠ. you: have i told you that youâre both terrible
sho đŹ: u love us <33 sho đŹ: anyway heâs been asking me where u are for the past ten minutes pls come i canât stand him sho đŹ: heâs crying.
you: HUH???????? you: WHY????????????????
sho đŹ: dude i dont know sho đŹ: please come get him heâs being so sappy that satoruâs abt to throw up
you: ???? okok đ you: im omw ig??
sho đŹ: girl hurry he just told me he genuinely appreciates my presence in his life đ
an exhale â laced with deep amusement â drops from your lips and spills into the summer air. it tastes like a memory from long ago.
slipping your phone back into your pocket, you raise your gaze, searching for a glimmer of goldish light. soaking up the scent of the ocean, sparkling on the border of your peripheral. salty and sweet.
no matter how hard you try, all you can think of is that certain someone, waiting for you to pick him up. your mind keeps drifting back to the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs, the way his hair falls over his face when he leans down, the sound he makes when he stretches in the morning.
you want to see him. badly. you want him near, want to feel the familiar warmth of his presence, want to see him smile and laugh and sigh and raise his eyebrow at your antics.Â
so there isnât any time to waste. youâre walking towards that familiar set of stairs before you know it, shoes hitting the asphalt with a mantra of satisfying thuds.Â
and when you step in through the opened door, youâre immediately engulfed by a sense of overflowing comfort. mellow, warm lights, the soft buzzing of static from an old radio, low citypop beats trailing through the air. the bartender by the counter gives you a curt nod in greeting, before motioning towards a certain table. itâs over in the corner, covered in beer jugs and fancy glasses, with three beauties seated around it.
satoru notices you first.
a bright grin finds its way onto his face, and he waves you over giddily, happily. barely contained excitement in the motion. shokoâs gaze follows his, flitting over to meet yours â and you think she mouths an oh, thank god, before taking another sip from her glass. she brings a hand up in greeting when you come closer, and you canât see her smile, but thereâs a crinkle to her eyes; a warmth in them that youâd never miss.
âhey, guys.â
âyo!â satoru chirps, beaming in a way thatâs so distinctly him it makes you soften. he looks so comfortable in his seat, with a cocktail you know is non-alcoholic and probably too sweet for anyone but him to stomach. giggling to himself, leaning over to poke suguruâs cheek, with a teasing declaration of your chaperone is here!Â
and there he is.Â
the man you came here for, still slumped over in his seat, unresponsive. not for long. as the lilt of your voice reaches his ears, his eyes flutter open, in a bout of recognition â even in the drunken state heâs in. an immediate sensation of familiarity creeps into his veins, rousing him from his cozy, half-asleep stupor.Â
he doesnât even grumble over the way satoru keeps poking at his cheek, interest and attention focused solely on a certain someone. you, your presence.Â
and when your eyes meet his, he lights up.
itâs precious, you think, how his eyes widen, blooming with genuine affection, so endearing you could kiss him right then and there. his face is flushed, and his hair is tousled, and the warm lighting of the bar paints him in a golden hue. so perfect for him, your star in the sky.Â
a smile spreads across his lips, big and happy and warm, and you canât help but mirror it.Â
(gosh, heâs cute.)
with a dizzy kind of eagerness, suguru sits up, palms flush against the table to support his weight. he stumbles out of his seat, paying no heed to satoruâs amused huff of careful! or the rattling of fragile glass.
it only takes a few uncoordinated steps for him to reach you, where you haphazardly lean against the wall, watching him amusedly. that delighted smile never leaves his lips, as his arms go to curl around your waist, big and heavy, his jaw finding its rightful place on the curve of your shoulder.Â
âbaby,â he drawls, fond and affectionate. breathing you in. âsweetheart. my angel.â
a flustered puff of laughter slips from your lips, stumbling a little under his weight. his voice is syrupy sweet, overflowing with love and adoration, soft in a way that has your knees buckling. a little raspy. murmured right into your ear, sending pleasant shivers down your spine.Â
heâs too sweet for you to handle, really, even sweeter than satoruâs overpriced cocktail. and he smells the same as always; a blend between coffee grounds, cigarette smoke and rain, one that never fails to soothe you. even when itâs tangled up with a vague but vivid stench of alcohol, courtesy of the drinking heâs been doing until now.Â
you crinkle your nose, but donât let go of him, nuzzling your cheek against the side of his head. words buzzing with warmth. âhey, sugu.â
suguru only squeezes you tighter, content to have you in his arms. finally, his world makes sense again. all he can do is bask in your voice, warmth, scent â heâs just so enamored by it all. almost in a trance, heartstrings dancing along to the beat of your presence, your very existence, that appears to him as something almost angelic. soft and familiar, something that feels right at home when itâs tucked into his embrace. where he can keep it safe.
âmissed youâŠâ he murmurs, sleepy, smearing an open mouthed kiss against the crook of your neck. âi love you sâmuchâŠâ
a chuckle. âi love you too,â you echo, running a steady hand over his back. your voice is laced with something teasing, but awfully fond. âyou really are drunk, arenât you?â
âmmâŠâ he only hums, cheek pressed flush against your soft skin. ââm sorryâŠâ he mumbles, stifling a yawn. he sounds a little guilty, and it makes you want to coo. pull his cheek a little.
instead, you laugh. amusement vowen into the bubbly noise. âitâs fine, sugu. câmon â letâs go home, alright?â
at that, satoru visibly reacts, placing his glass on the table with a soft clink before getting up to stretch. he grabs suguruâs discarded jacket, letting it hang off his arm as he walks over to the two of you.
âiâll help you carry him,â he smiles, always so dependable. so ready to be of service. maybe a little too eager to carry suguru around like a sack of potatoes.Â
a smile blooms on your face, and satoru gives you a playful wink. shoko just leans back in her seat, stretching idly. it feels like home with them there.
âiâll stay here,â she hums, a faint grin tugging at her lips. âheâs your problem now.â
âgot it.â you meet her lidded eyes, sharing an amused look as satoru tries to coax suguru away from you, pulling at his cheek while he whines and clings to the fabric of your clothing.
finally, he relents, and you look back at the table with a grin. âsee you later, shoâ.â
a smile is the only response you get, but itâs enough. itâs her, the same as always, still sipping from a glass of expensive whiskey and raising her hand in a silent see you. relaxed and cool, and so very lovely.Â
with one arm over satoruâs shoulder and the other clinging to your hoodie, suguru stirs.
âshokoâŠâ he groans, craning his head to look back at her, even as satoru makes a move to leave. âdonât drink too much. and watch out for strangersâŠâÂ
he trails off, blinking drowsily, a protective tone to his voice. worried. awfully like him. neither you nor satoru can resist the chuckle you indulge in, but shoko just rolls her hazel eyes.
âi donât need to hear that from you,â she scoffs, tinged with amusement and what youâre almost certain is embarrassment. thereâs a fondness to her snark, one youâd never miss.Â
(shoko will always be shoko. you know that she appreciates suguruâs concern, even if she doesnât want to show it.)
âalright, câmon,â satoru quips, slapping suguruâs back with a grin. âthere, there, big guy. letâs get you home, hm?â
just as you suspected, he doesnât let you help, doing all the heavy lifting on his own. not breaking a single sweat, flaunting his strength as he hoists suguru up the steps â while you do nothing but follow, a light jacket hanging off your arm.Â
cold midnight air embraces you, slathering your cheeks with the essence of summer as your shoes meet the asphalt. satoru smiles, a low exhale escaping him, dusting off his hands. âthere we go.â
suguru stumbles towards you, no longer caged in, slumping against your shoulder with a satisfied sigh. blinking slowly, as you link arms, his muddled senses adjusting to the outside world. a pleasantly blue sky, a sun long set, and a string of lamp posts to light up the street ahead of you. artificial fireflies, watching over the town you love so dearly.
you part your lips, and a soft exhale slips out, dripping with fondness. âthanks, satoru,â you smile, meeting his gaze.
âdonât mention it,â he waves you off, but you know he appreciates it; always eager to be praised. âcan you bring him back by yourself?â
âyeah, weâll be fine. itâs close, anyway. donât worry.â
a hum buzzes in his throat, and his cobalt gaze drifts upwards, to bask in the starry sky. a moment passes, and then heâs looking back at you and suguru; a soft and earnest smile playing at his lips. so sincere you want to reach out, cup his cheek, make sure he knows how loved he is.
âiâll go back to shoko, then,â he chirps. bubbly and graceful, giddy and playful. always so lovely. âgotta make sure she stays out of trouble.â
a chuckle. you mirror his smile. âof course.â
and with that, your precious best friend makes a move to return to the bar, taking a decisive step away from you. before he can get too far, though, a certain hand reaches out to hold onto his sleeve â keeping him still.
satoru turns around. blinking once, then twice, in confusion; faced with none other than suguru, still slumped against you. a little out of it, sleepy and disoriented, yawning quietly, but his eyes are as clear as ever. caring and sentimental.Â
his gaze cuts to the bone of things. itâs something youâve grown used to.
âthanks, satoru,â he murmurs, letting go of said manâs shirt. the words that spill from his lips are straightforward, a little tactless, but overflowing with earnest appreciation. âyouâre my best friend.â
a moment passes. the stars burn in silence.
satoru blinks.
then he sighs, with what you know is nothing more than feigned annoyance. masking his embarrassment, the same way shoko did, the same way suguru always does. your repressed, beloved little losers.Â
âyeah, yeah. i got it,â he pats suguruâs shoulder, once, twice. not looking at him. âyouâre such a sap, you know that? geez.â
a grin crawls up to rest on your lips, fresh mischief blooming in your eyes. ânot gonna call him your best friend back?â you tease, a soft tilt of your head.
satoru gives you a glare, playful, one you canât physically see from behind his shades but still somehow sense. âdonât add fuel to the fire,â he grins, with a halfhearted flick to your forehead.
before you can bicker further, suguru yawns, loudly, closing his eyes and nuzzling into you. you share an amused look with satoru, until he shakes his head fondly.
âtake care of him, alright?â
âi will. you guys have fun!â
and at last, satoru turns on his heel, coupled with a smile and a lazy wave. but suguru calls out to him once more, unwilling to part ways without saying his piece. so sentimental, so loving it comes to him like breathing.
âbye-bye, satoru,â he slurs, voice loud enough for the entire street to hear, tired and honest. raising his arm in a lazy wave. âi love you!â
âgo home already!â satoru shouts, descending down the steps with a flush to his cheeks that youâll tease him for later. his soft laughter is carried away by the breeze, sweet and saccharine.
(satoru will always be satoru. you know that he loves suguru back, even if he doesnât want to say it out loud.)
with a faint chuckle, melting into the summer air, you tug on suguruâs arm. âalright,â you chirp, looking up at him. âletâs go!â
he seems a little more awake now, at least, trying to match your steps. meanwhile, you do what you can to support his weight; heâs stumbling a bit, but you donât mind. if anything, his weight is a comfort, your arms linked together like a lucky charm. a safe harbour.
suguru is acting kind of like a big puppy, gazing at you with hearts in his eyes. a little meek, clinging to you, trailing after you pliantly. heâs a little dizzy, still, and he needs you to get back home in one piece. it makes you puff out your chest, stand up straighter. makes you feel protective of your 6â2 boyfriend, all toned muscle and broad shoulders, the personification of scary dog privilege. but he needs you right now.
a soft bout of laughter spills into the air, as you try to ignore his heavy stare. itâs impossible, though â so you turn your gaze to meet his own, and he practically glows under the sound of your giggles, that cheeky smile youâre wearing. âyou okay, suguru?â
his eyes soften. silently, he runs a thumb over the knots of your knuckle, smoothing down your skin, thick fingers intertwined with yours.Â
he looks deep into your eyes, and a soft hum of affirmation buzzes in his throat.Â
âiâm just so happy,â he grins, with a sincerity that has your heart doing flips inside your ribcage. it flutters, flutters, flutters, in the wake of his unbridled joy. it buzzes like it wants to break out.
suguru has this dreamy look on his face, one you can do nothing but admire, painted over with fluorescent moonlight and pure summer bliss. one that reminds you a little of high school rooftops, midnight road trips, what it means to be in love.
you nudge him, softly, with the arm thatâs tangled up in his own. tilting your head, teasing words on the tip of your tongue. âyou know, i never took you for a sappy drunk.â
suguru's only response is a cute little mmrn, steps heavy as he leans on you for support. trying his best to carry himself, not wanting to inconvenience you, but itâs just a little tough. especially when he feels this soft, this grateful â this blessed.
a giddy, dreamy smile tugs at his lips. his amber gaze travels up, towards the little pale dots of star clusters all across the night sky, gleaming like milk poured over rich coffee. then he exhales; a soft, blissful little sound. âiâm so lucky.â
a moment passes, silently. in the distance, cicadas buzz. with a patient smile, you admire him, the reflection of starlight in his eyes. suguru has this forlorn look, etched into his expression, like heâs seeing something that isnât quite there.
âi have satoru and shokoâŠâ he mumbles, just loud enough for you to hear. as if heâs tasting the words on his tongue, as if he canât quite believe them himself. thatâs how lucky he feels, sometimes.
a nod. âthey love you a bunch, you know?â
(they do. theyâre both horrible at saying it out loud, but you know they do. you know that they love suguru, just as much as he loves them, even if none of them are good at putting it into words. perhaps they donât really even need to, in the first place.)
suguru mirrors the soft nod of your head, bangs falling over his eyes as he does. âand i love them, too.â his smile grows. âtheyâre my best friends.â
absently, you reach a hand out, brushing away the strands of hair obscuring his vision. and suguru stirs, his gaze shifting until it falls on you. like a moth to a flame. thereâs something indescribable in his eyes, soft and heavy and tender and true.
ââ and i have you.â
a stutter of your heartbeat, a jolt throughout your chest. his stare almost burns, but you canât avert your gaze â suguru looks positively lovesick. admiring you with a dreamy gaze, as if he canât believe youâre real.Â
he reaches a hand out; cradling your face with one big palm, the rough pads of his fingers smoothing down your skin so very gently. smearing his fondness from your jaw to your cheekbone, so loving your breath hitches in the back of your throat.Â
a soft, content sigh spills into the air, like a prayer that doesnât need any words. his smile is serene.
âmy angel.âÂ
as the words fall, that peaceful smile of his changes shape, shifting into a big, giddy grin. it lights up his whole face. a chuckle leaves his lips, content and delighted. âiâm the luckiest guy in the world.â
and for a moment, you fear that your heart will stop beating entirely. frozen, listening to the lullaby of your heartbeat resounding in your ears.Â
suguru has always been frighteningly good at flustering you â but isnât this a little unfair? you clear your throat, hoping to regain some composure. itâs tough, though. your words could never measure up to his, could never flow as freely, but theyâre honest. wholly and thoroughly. and maybe thatâs enough.Â
âweâre the luckiest in the world, too, then,â you echo, smiling, words barely above a whisper. willing yourself to meet his gaze. âsince we have you.â
suguru looks into your eyes. thereâs starlight inside them, he thinks, shining brightly, gleaming in the dark. with the hazy filter of intoxication clouding his mind, itâs all he can think. youâre his northern star, his lighthouse. his one and only saving grace.
(youâre so, so pretty.)
a pause. after a silent moment, spent etching your features into his retinas, suguru tilts his head. his expression is unreadable.
â he boops your nose.
you blink. once, twice, caught entirely off guard; and suguru giggles. soft, giddy little breaths falling from his lips like marbles, strewn over the sand of a warm beach. his eyes are crinkled at the edges, and his smile is sweet, meeting your surprised gaze with a honeyed coo. âyouâre so cute, baby.â
silence. you look up at him.Â
then you sigh, exasperated, more flustered than youâd like to admit. god. okay, heâs really out of it. for some reason, you still thought you could get a good one-liner in, but of course he had to ruin that by being a little tease.
you grab onto his bicep. gaze fixed straight ahead, giving it a tug. your steps are more decisive now, and suguru follows you happily. âalright, alright. câmon,â you beckon, slightly gruff. âweâre almost there.â
when you finally reach the familiar front door of your apartment, you exhale a deep sigh, laced with pure relief. limbs tired from dragging suguru up the stairs, mind muddled and sleepy and senses practically engulfed by a man still clinging to you like his life depends on it.
after fumbling with your keys and hearing the click of the lock, you take a victorious step over the threshold, and a familiar scent greets you. soothing, comforting, a blend between fresh laundry and leftover curry and blooming hydrangeas. filling your senses with a fervent kind of bliss. of course, suguruâs does the same; intimately intertwined with the scent of home. that everlasting, never-changing blend.Â
with him clinging to you like this, itâs almost suffocating â but you truly donât mind. suguruâs warm, and sweet, and being close to him like this makes you feel at peace. his hands rest on your hips, his jaw on your shoulder, and he adamantly refuses to let go of you for even a second. itâd be annoying if he wasnât so cute, if he wasnât suguru geto, if you werenât so horrendously weak for him.
what you donât know is that suguru has an agenda. one that isnât just i want to hug the love of my life, although partially that as well. suguru has a plan, one heâs been absentmindedly dreaming of for the past five minutes; heâs a man on a mission.
but heâs patient. always has been, always for you. so he waits, and waits, for you to hang his jacket up, for you to kick your shoes off your feet. and when youâre finally, finally finished, suguru leans in to kiss you.
â you block his mouth with the palm of your hand.
a moment passes. silent, almost tense. in his stupor, suguruâs mind canât quite seem to comprehend the situation before him; he doesnât understand why he isnât pressing a kiss to your lips, right now, why heâs kissing the skin of your palm. he doesnât understand why you look so troubled, a faint guilt simmering in your eyes. he just doesnât understand.
all he can do is blink, dumbly, surprised. a question written on his features clear as day.Â
âwell, itâs justâŠâ you sputter, sheepishly. avoiding his gaze, a little guilty. âyou know. since youâve been drinking, and allâŠâ
and it hurts, you think. it hurts a lot more than it should. it hurts to reject him, hurts to see the way he deflates at your clarification. like a big kicked puppy. like you just threatened to throw him out into the street.
suguru removes your hand, gently, holding it in his own as he speaks. those amber eyes are downcast, and a soft pout rests on his lips. the sight alone feels like a dagger to your chest.
âbutâŠâ he frowns, voice awfully meek. he looks so sad. âi wanna kiss youâŠâ
a soft sigh leaves your lips, before you can think to hold it in. oh, heâs being so unfair. guilt clings to your mind, an itch you yearn to scratch, and all you want is to kiss his pout away. but you really, really donât want to kiss his alcohol-soaked lips.
so you settle for the second best option.
ââm sorry, sugu,â you coo, reaching a hand out to cradle his cheek. he leans into your touch, still pouting, and you tug a little at his bottom lip. wasting no time in closing the narrow distance between you.
the kisses you press against his skin are soft. peppering kisses all across his face; ghosting your lips along his jaw, trailing towards his cheekbones, and settling on his forehead. tiny little pecks, wherever you can reach. your voice is soft, muffled into his skin between butterfly kisses. âtomorrow, okay?âÂ
and suguru seems to brighten up a little, melting under the contact, exhaling in pure bliss. he fervently returns the treatment, planting open mouthed kisses all over your face, respecting your wishes and avoiding your lips. theyâre a little sloppy, but you donât mind.
it does make you a little flustered, though. with his palms cradling your face, engulfing you, thereâs nothing you can do except drown in his affection, the love he showers you with. it tickles â and suguruâs smile only grows, at the sound of your soft giggles. his cheeks are starting to hurt.
the state heâs in is just a little bit hazy. despite his initial dejection, he no longer minds that he canât feel your lips against his, disappointment warded off by your smile and laughter alone. he thinks youâre so, so cute, and all he wants is to kiss you forever.Â
but you have other plans.
and before you know it, youâre both curled up in bed, limbs all tangled up beneath the blankets, bodies pressed together as suguru cages you in. he squeezes you tightly, hugging you close, practically melting into you. usually, itâd be so easy to fall asleep like this. with suguru cradling you, covering your body with his own, warm and safe. heâs like a furnace.Â
but right now, itâs a little tough. youâre kept awake by open mouthed, ticklish kisses pressed against your skin, supplied by the love of your life. itâs sweet, but heâs being far too distracting â as soon as your consciousness begins to fade into the fuzzy realm of sleep, he leaves a sloppy kiss against your collarbone, and youâre jolted awake once more.Â
âsuguuu,â you whine, dragging his name out with childish inclination. âwe need to sleepâŠâ Â
âsorry,â he only murmurs, muffled into your skin. he doesnât stop, though, planting a wet smooch on your cheek, and then another. you squirm a little in his hold, and he emits a shaky breath. âjusâ love you so muchâŠâ
suguru knows that he needs to stop. he knows that both of you need to sleep, that you need to rest up. that he needs to recover from the intoxicated state heâs fully aware that heâs in â but he just canât seem to follow through with it. every cell in his body burns with a certain desire, a need to shower you in love, and itâs unendurable. with every kiss, every giggle he manages to pull from your lips, suguruâs heart fills up just a little more.Â
your presence surrounds him, like a weighted blanket, and he clings to it with a desperation he never knew before you.Â
in the midst of his feverish consciousness, youâre all his muddled mind can think about. the way you fit together with him like a puzzle piece, like he was formed in the shape of someone meant to hold you. like you were formed in the shape of his embrace. with you pressed up against him, limbs tangled with his, everything feels so right.
but itâs so overwhelming.Â
youâre so, so close, so close heâs practically engulfed by your scent, your touch, everything that makes his heart burn with devotion. itâs beating so viscerally in his ribcage, stirring the protective instinct inside him; he just wants you to stay close, by his side, wants to keep you safe and happy. wants to make you feel loved.Â
suguruâs heart feels wet and raw and bare, fully exposed for you to see. beating just for you.
with the alcohol inside his veins, and the nostalgia of the summer evening on his mind, everything weighs on him just a little too heavily. everything feels just a little too much. every sensation, every emotion, every sappy thought. all of it together is almost too much for him to handle.
all he can think of is you. how lucky he is, to have met you, to have gotten to know you. how much youâve changed him, changed him for the better, how much of him is directly tied to your existence.
suguru never truly appreciated his name until you came into his life. it was always no more than a simple fact, a gift from his parents that he hadnât asked for. something natural, that he didnât question, didnât think about.Â
but you say his name with such warmth.
he wants to hear you say it, over and over again, forever. suguru â in that sweet, lovely voice of yours. better yet, just sugu, a cutesy, silly nickname he could never bring himself to actually hate. he just wants to hear you call out to him, with that warmth of yours, the one that never fails to soothe him. no matter how tired he is, how stressed. how much everything else weighs down on him.Â
at the end of the day, heâs simply your sugu. and thatâs all he ever really wants to be.
with a hazy filter clouding his senses, coaxing him into closing his eyes, suguru should give in. he should fall asleep, let you fall asleep. but he canât bring himself to stop thinking about it; he just loves you so wholly. who you are, what you do. as an equal, an individual, a little galaxy tucked into a body made of flesh and blood. no matter what youâre doing, no matter where you are.Â
and right now, youâre here, with him. curled up in bed, in your shared apartment, inhaling the same air, exhaling at the same time. by his side, when you could be anywhere else in the world.
his heart is yours. thatâs all suguru can bring himself to think, the only coherent thought he can cling to and echo in his head. his heart is yours. forever and ever.Â
he makes no attempt to stop the tears from pooling in his eyes, even as he feels them cling to his lashes, even as his breathing clogs up in the back of his throat. theyâre proof of his devotion, his carefully nurtured love. growing over the years, into something almost sacred, a kind of faith. something so fervent he wouldnât dare deny himself of feeling it.
he canât hold in a faint sniffle, either, just barely audible. one that breaks your heart in two. it aches, aches, aches. suguru is gazing at you with glassy eyes, a sight you arenât used to seeing â but he also looks so genuinely glad. his tears arenât ones of sadness. you know, because you know him.Â
âaw, honeyâŠâ you coo, the pads of your fingers reaching out to cradle his cheek. despite your efforts, your voice wavers when you speak, little more than a whisper. âdonât cry... youâll make me cry, too.â
suguru places his larger palm over yours, choking on another sniffle. the sight renders you completely helpless â you want so desperately to stop his tears from falling, but a part of you is too touched to speak. too mesmerized by how beautiful he is, translucent tears illuminated by softly flickering moonrays, lashes glimmering like shooting stars.
all you can do is smooth a thumb right under his eye, wiping away a stray tear with enough tenderness to stitch his heart back together. suguru emits a shaky breath.
ââm sorry,â he sniffles, closing his eyes. nuzzling into the crook of your neck. âiâm just so happy⊠love you so much⊠you mean so, so much to me, iâŠâ
an exhale, a little breathless, tears soaking through the material of the shirt youâre wearing. his shirt. that realization makes him cry even more, a shuddering breath that shatters like glass when it drops from his tongue.Â
and then, in a voice so quiet you barely hear it, a soft whisper worth a million words:
âi donât know what iâd do without you.â
and it hurts. your heart aches so sincerely, thorns curling around your ribcage, because suguru is crying, and heâs telling you all this. with such an honest intonation that you donât dare doubt him, even for a second. heavy thumps of blood rush through your veins; heâs still clinging to you, sniffling into your neck, and youâre so in love with him that you almost canât comprehend it.
all you can do is press a kiss to his shoulder, chaste and tender, and hug him just a little tighter. echoing his words, in earnest, desperately trying to keep your voice from breaking apart. âi love you, too. more than anything.â a sigh, full of wonder. little butterfly kisses scattered across the expanse of his neck. âyou mean the world to me. honestly.â
with a smile against his skin, you hope so tenderly that the soft kisses will comfort him, will stop the tears from falling.Â
âmy sweet boy,â you murmur, lovingly, because he is. the sweetest boy youâll ever know. suguru shudders when you press your lips against his jaw. âiâm so, so lucky.â
with the combined efforts of your kisses, the alcohol slumbering inside his veins, and the tears running down his cheeks, suguru begins to feel awfully tired. sinking into sleepâs embrace, like a sailor lost at sea. comforted by the glimmer of a lighthouse, just out of reach.
everything feels right. heâs safe, and happy, and in love. so hopelessly, blissfully in love.
the exhaustion creeps up on him, tidal waves embracing a shore, beckoning him into closing his weary eyes. a yawn leaves his lips, and he shifts a little in your hold. youâre smoothing down the back of his head, almost protectively, and sleep is only a flicker away for the both of you. with the last of his strength, suguru snuggles just a little further into you, nose pressed up against your neck, close enough that he feels the flutter of your heartbeat.Â
âwanna be with you forever,â he murmurs, sleepily, stifling another bout of yawns. his smile is sweet and dreamy. âgonna marry you one dayâŠâ
a moment passes.
for a second, you think your heart does actually cease beating entirely.
swallowing a gulp, you allow yourself the luxury of an inhale â and fresh air fills your lungs. grounding. all you can hear is the rapid beating of your own heart, heavy thumps reverberating in your ears. warmth flows through your entire body.
marry.
the word is spoken so casually, so sincerely, as if heâs said it countless times before. as if heâs repeated it, over and over again in his mind, just to get used to the idea. as if itâs the most obvious thing in the world. marriage. something so foreign, so scary, enough to send shivers down every narrow of your skeleton. such a large step to take.Â
(but suguru says it with such tenderness.)
â⊠okay,â you whisper, at last. breathless. âiâll be waiting, then.â
thereâs nothing else to say. you donât know if suguru is even conscious enough to hear you, let alone understand the full weight of your words, of his own words. but you donât mind.Â
a soft smile lingers on your lips, as you stroke his hair, mind hazy and limbs heavy. nuzzling your cheek against the side of his head, full of affection. dripping from your hands down to the column on his throat, through his windpipe, down to his heart.
âgoodnight, sugu.â you press a kiss to his messy hair, tender and chaste. âi love you.â
an incoherent mutter leaves his lips, in response, one you canât quite make out â but you donât need to. because you already know what it means, in the same way you know that the sky is blue.
(an echo buried deep within his subconscious, voiced without effort, as easy as breathing.
i love you, too.)

the sizzling of a pan and the whirring of a coffee machine form a beautiful morning symphony, bouncing off the walls of your kitchen. to your ears, and your still sleepy brain, itâs a soothing sound â coaxing soft little melodic hums from the depths of your throat.
with such a tantalizing aroma in the air, a blend between espresso and pancake batter, you canât help but buzz with a mellow, groggy kind of joy.
honestly, you're beginning to understand suguruâs fondness for the morning hours. waking up to his soft snores and content expression was more than enough to give you the energy you needed to get out of bed; all sleepy and relaxed and pretty, with hazy morning sunrays kissing up his bare skin, caressing his messy bedhead.Â
a rare sight, awfully precious. a part of you wanted to stay in bed and admire him all morning, but the thought of taking care of him coaxed you into leaving. itâs the least you could do, really â after seeing him so sincere, so open and vulnerable.Â
hopefully, his headache wonât be too brutal when he wakes up. you left some hangover pills on the nightstand, courtesy of shokoâs advice: just get him ibuprofen and coffee. works like a charm. are you a little worried about her nonchalance? maybe. but you trust her judgement. theyâre a handful, but you love them â even when theyâre drunk or hungover.Â
which is why youâre standing in the kitchen, engulfed by the morning sunlight, in front of a sizzling pan. trying your very best not to burn the pancakes youâre making, patiently waiting for the coffee to be done.Â
in your blissful stupor, caught up with thoughts of suguru and breakfast and forevers, you donât notice another presence coming up behind you.
two arms wrap around your waist, and a jaw attaches itself to the curve of your shoulder. you startle, a little, jolting at the contact â but then you recognize that telltale scent, the familiar weight of his arms, and immediately melt into the embrace.
suguru breathes out a raspy chuckle, amused at your surprise.Â
a sigh slips from your lips, content. âgood morning,â you hum, placing the palm of your hand on his forearm. suguru shifts a little, getting more comfortable as he leans against you. tenderly, not too much weight. heâs delicate like that.
âgâmorning,â he rasps, leftover sleep clinging to the syllables. the usual smoothness of his voice is coupled with a deep, rough kind of tilt, one that always accompanies it in the morning. your heartbeat picks up, silently.
suguru smiles. dreamy, giddy, because you just looked so pretty, in the morning light, hair still a tad messy. humming happily, swaying slightly side to side. so irresistible. heâs beginning to understand why you love sleeping in so much; getting to wrap his arms around you like this, instead of the other way around, doesnât feel bad at all.
he squeezes you just a little tighter, hoping itâll convey his gratitude. there are holes in his memory, last night no more than a blurry sequence of still images, but some bits and pieces remain intact. he remembers getting drunk in a way he hasnât since he made that bet with satoru back in high school â and he remembers that you were there to take care of him.
a smile tugs at his lips. a little giddy, butterflies erupting in his chest. heâs so damn lucky.
âthanks for taking care of me yesterday, sweetheart.â
a hum. you smile, sheepishly, patting his arm. âdonât need to thank me for that. how do you feel?â
suguru smiles. you feel it, against your skin, a chaste kiss on your neck. âbetter.â
the low purring of the coffee machine has stopped, but the sizzling of the pan remains. from beyond the opened windows, you can hear the chirping of cicadas, melodic and serene. singing a summery tune. both of you soak in the preciousness of the moment, the fragile silence, before suguru breaks it.
âeverything from last night is kinda fuzzy,â he admits, clearing his throat. just a tad sheepish. you simply hum, a low noise of acknowledgement, and he continues. âi donât really remember anything⊠âm sorry, baby. i hope i didnât make you uncomfortable.â
your lips curl up into a tiny smile. such a sweetheart â always worrying about you. always so caring and attentive. eager to reassure him, you smooth over the skin of his arm with your thumb. ânot at all.â
then youâre taking a couple steps back, moving from the stove, and suguru follows. you turn yourself around to meet his gaze, his arms still attached to your waist, a comforting weight.
a grin blooms on your lips, a little teasing, and a flicker of mischief shines in your eyes. âyou were cute, you know.â
suguru blinks, before emitting a low chuckle. a raspy little thing. âwas i?â he drawls, as you brush his bangs away from his face.Â
âmhm,â you chirp, eyes crinkled as they meet his own. you just canât help but want to tease him, a little bit. just a smidge. âkept going on and on about how much you love us.â
hands moving to cup his face, you squeeze his cheeks softly. and suguru lets you, too tired to resist, only giving you a lazy raise of his brow. thereâs a sense of amusement in his eyes, and something in you knows he likes the attention. your teasing words buzz with endearment, akin to a purr. âmy sweet lilâ sugu.â
all he does is lean into your touch, allowing himself to melt into the tenderness of the physical contact. even as you pull at his cheek, earning you a very gentle pinch to your side. but he lets you have your fun. youâre warm, and sweet, and heâs so in love with you heâd probably let you tug his body around however you please.
still, your words leave him just slightly perplexed. heâs still smiling with half-lidded eyes when he asks you to elaborate, basking in the feeling of your thumb smoothing over his cheekbone. âus?â
your grin widens, by a tad, something deeply amused glimmering in the depths of your iris. âyep,â you answer, popping the p. for some reason, suguru dreads the teasing edge to your voice. âme, and shoko, and satoru.â
a moment passes. he stiffens, for a second or two, mind processing the words. then he groans, softly, squeezing his eyes shut.
it makes you laugh, soft and amused, and he canât help but smile along. despite the dreadful realization you present him with. no wonder he was met with so many notifications when he tapped at the screen of his phone â he didnât read through any of them, but now heâs apprehensive to do so at all. shoko and satoru can be so goddamn obnoxious when they feel as if they have blackmail on him.
he can see it now, in his mindâs eye; shoko nagging him to run her errands, satoru reminding him of his words every time they have a slight disagreement.Â
(grab me a coffee. three shots of espresso, one cube of sugar. got it?)
slacker.
(we both know iâm right. donât be so stubborn, suguru! itâs okay to be wrong sometimes.)
asshole.
(câmon. you said you loved me, right?
so mean. and here i thought you loved me!)
idiots.
(he does love them. more than anything. even when theyâre being absolutely insufferable.)
suguru just sighs, deep and fatigued, already anticipating his doom. âtheyâre never gonna let me live it down, are they?â
a giggle slips from your lips, and his heart flutters helplessly. âprobably not. my condolences.â
another sigh. it only makes your smile widen. thereâs something awfully delighted, in your eyes, as you cradle his face in your hands. âwell, i thought you were very sweet!â
âyeah, yeahâŠâ he mutters, vaguely amused. placing one of his large palms over your hand, where it rests on his cheek. âi wonât be doing that again anytime soon.â
a chuckles bubbles up from within your throat. âaww,â you pout, giving way to a teasing grin. âthatâs a shame. i wanted to hear you talk about how much you love me again.â
suguru blinks.Â
then he smiles. a very particular smile, characteristic, one youâve come to associate solely with him. resting somewhere in the intersection between a soft grin and a teasing smirk. a flicker of mischief shines in his eyes, and you realize your mistake.
you can tease suguru all you want; but he'll always turn the tables on you, at the end of the day.
âoh?â he chuckles, fondly, thumb smoothing over the lines of your hand. his eyes gleam, looking straight into yours, shining with something mildly devilish. âi donât need to get drunk to tell you that, baby.â
in a smooth motion, one you canât help but silently envy, suguru intertwines his fingers with yours and brings your hand to his lips. he never once breaks eye contact, gaze heavy as he basks in your flustered expression, planting a soft kiss against your knuckle. reverent.
âi love you. more than anything,â he purrs, lips still lingering on your skin. warm enough to burn. âyouâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me.â
a pause. heat crawls up your spine, and a flush rises to your cheeks. you couldnât stop it if you tried.
âmy everything,â he continues, intent on flustering you as much as humanly possible. voice low and smooth, honeyed and deep, and worst of all; terribly earnest. lips trailing over your knuckles, against every knot, so soft that you barely feel it. âmy entire world.â
âokay, okay!â you sputter, an embarrassed hue to your cheeks, your gaze landing on the windowpane to your right. his stare is just too heavy, too deeply in love. overwhelming. âpoint taken. nevermind.â
suguru laughs, genuine and full. warm and amused, deep and real, and you catch yourself thinking that you donât want to go a single day without hearing it. even if itâs at your own expense.
a coo rests on his the tip of his tongue, but he bites it back, opting to lean forward instead. he trails the pads of his fingers along your jaw, touch like a butterfly, lifting your chin up ever so slightly. then he closes the distance between you.Â
in your throat, your breath hitches.
â but he doesnât kiss you. suguru stops right in front of your lips, so close you can feel his breath on your skin, taking a moment to simply look into your eyes. and despite how flustered the close proximity makes you, you canât bring yourself to look away. heart fluttering madly, a string of staccatos against your parted ribs.
a tilt of his head. amber eyes gleaming, crinkled and fond. âcan i kiss you, now?â he asks, grinning softly. hand smoothing down your hip, big and warm, teasing. âi made sure to brush away all the alcohol. or do you still not want to?â
you pause.Â
âhey, what happened to not remembering anything?â you pout, narrowing your eyes. the corner of suguruâs bottom lip twitches upwards.
but he only shrugs, feigning nonchalance, a playful glint in his eyes. âguess i was just that disappointed.â
a giggle flows from your lips. he drinks it in, gazing at you with pure contentment.
âalright, alright... câmere,â you coo, smile honeyed and sweet. tracing your fingertips along his jaw, brushing a silky strand of hair behind his ear. you take in the sight of him, meeting his lovesick gaze. he squeezes at your hips softly, a little impatient â so you finally lean in.
suguruâs lips are warm, when they meet yours. they taste like sunlight, devoid of any alcoholic flavour, just like he so kindly assured you of. and itâs a little amusing, the thought of him in front of the bathroom sink â desperately scrubbing his teeth, just to get his kissing privileges back. such a dork.Â
heâs your dork, though.
suguru sighs into the kiss, smiling giddily, satisfied at last. a sound you canât help but mirror. he deepens it, ever so slightly, fingers squeezing gently at the plush of your waist. a hum of approval buzzes in your throat, and his smile only grows.
when he pulls away, that smile is all you can see, along with the ever so slight flush to his cheeks. a hint of peach dusting his skin, framed by the sunrays caressing his jaw, highlighting his handsome features. breathtaking.Â
before you have a chance to protest, heâs leaning in again, to press one more chaste kiss to your lips. your heartbeat picks up.
everything finally feels just right.
the warmth of the sizzling pan, the fragrance of freshly made coffee and now-burnt pancakes. the light of the morning sun, scattered across the open space of your apartment, splotches of life painting everything in a heavenly glow. the love in the air, all soft and light and comfortable.
domestic bliss. with suguru, who never seems to change, no matter how many years go by. if you could live in this moment for the rest of your life, forever and ever, youâre sure youâd die happy.
and wow, is that a heavy word. forever.Â
(but suguru makes it feel so very, very light.)
forever feels a lot more real, like this. cradled in the midst of a drowsy morning, bumping elbows with the man you love most, after getting to take care of him in his most vulnerable state. accepting every part of him, and having him accept you just as fervently.Â
just this moment alone is worth far more than you could ever comprehend.Â
suguru, with his warm hands, his familiar embrace. your shared laughter, bouncing off the walls of the kitchen as you try in vain to save your scorched pancakes. and his smile, his fervent devotion, coaxing him into eating them even though theyâre burnt at the edges and donât taste even a quarter as good as his. because you made them, for him, and that makes them taste sweeter than anything.
you stare at him, from across the table, admiring the sight youâve grown so used to; suguru, with his slightly tousled hair, mug in hand and smile painted on his handsome face. drowned in sunlight, pink petals flitting in through the opened window. you donât want a single day to ever pass without you seeing this. what does that mean, exactly? you think you know.Â
it means forever.
(forever, forever, forever. what a pretty word.)
marriage. you think of it, again, let it linger in the depths of your skull, bounce around until you grow just a little more used to it. and itâs a scary thought, for sure. a terrifying thought, even, something so foreign that it makes you nervous. but you truly wouldnât mind doing this forever â not one bit. not if itâs with him.
and, unbeknownst to you, maybe that promise of forever isnât all that far off.
maybe itâs only a couple rooms away, hidden within the depths of a certain drawer, until suguru finally gets the courage to bring it out. and maybe, just maybe â that day isnât all that far off, either.
(suguru smiles at you, from across the table. he thinks you look ethereal, sipping from your morning coffee, blinking tiredly. so sweet and angelic.
all he can think of is forever.)
#finalllyyyyyyy took the time to finish this r u proud of me đđ#im very very soft for this sugu in particular :< kinda takes place in the same universe as the breakfast sugu fic !!!!#heâs ur smitten husband-to-be <333 i love to see suguru geto thrive and be happy i think being a househusband could save him#geto x reader#geto x y/n#geto x you#jjk fluff#geto fluff#geto suguru x reader#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n
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bundled up, pout and all â leah williamson x reader
in which: leah complies to wear the silly hat she knew she was going to get stick for
warnings: none, just fluffy :)
wc: 1K
a/n: based on this look. too cute I couldn't resist to write a blurb :(
âPut this on, babe. I donât want you to get cold. Please,â you tried once more, met by another eye roll and a pout from your girlfriend.
Arsenal played the second leg of their qualifying round against BK HĂ€cken tonight. Leah was ruled out due to concussion protocol, but she was cleared by the medical team to go watch in the stands â so she was adamant.
You had to pass this time, though. As much as you wanted to join your girlfriend and sit in the stands with her, you had to finish up on some things for work. Youâd promised her you would watch the stream on tv, making sure to cheer for the girls â just as she requested.
It was a rather chilly night, though. The rain had been coming down in buckets throughout most of the day and there was a really cold breeze swiping through the air, making it slightly uncomfortable to be outside.
You had already managed to get Leah to wear a pair of earplugs, shielding her from the probably loud Arsenal fans she will be surrounded by â she mightâve been cleared to go see the game, but there was no harm in being careful.
The challenge you were facing now, though, was slightly bigger. You wanted Leah to wear a hat, to protect her from the cold â because you knew how she would be if she got a cold now while she was already sidelined.
Admittedly, it wasnât the sexiest piece of clothing either of you owned but it would keep her warm, it would do the job, and you and her both knew she would pull it off anyway. She could pull off right about anything, let alone a slightly silly-looking hat.
âBabe, this thing looks so silly,â she grumbled in response, throwing her head back. You stepped closer to her and took her face in your hands, rubbing her cheeks affectionately. âI know, Le. But itâs for your own good. I donât want you to catch a cold, especially now that youâre already sidelined,â you leaned in close to her ear and whispered the next part in her ear, âyou and I both know how insufferable you get when youâre sick.â
Leah huffs but reluctantly tugs the piece of clothing out of your hands and puts it on, which causes a proud smile to spread across your face. âYou look adorable. Now go, donât be late,â you pressed a sweet kiss against Leahâs lips, which you wanted nothing more than to linger, but you knew this game meant a lot to her. You pushed a strand of hair that had escaped back under the hat. âI wonât be late. I love you,â she accentuated with a last chaste kiss before she was out the door.
You settled down on the couch with your laptop, waiting for the game to start while you got to work on some deadlines.
Deep into the second half, the camera had found your girlfriend and a couple teammates in the stands. You hadnât noticed at first but a double take later, your eyes were attentively watching the screen. Your heart warmed at the sight of her, bundled up in a warm Arsenal coat, chatting away to Victoria and Steph. Much to your delight, you saw that she was still wearing her hat. You chuckled slightly, admitting that it wasnât a particularly flattering item to put on her head â but if anything, you knew she wouldnât be cold right now.
Before you knew it the game ended, sending Arsenal through to the group stages of the Champions League after a convincing 4-0 win against their Swedish opponents. You were happy for them, happy for Leah â she was gutted when she found out she couldnât play this game.
The camera had found your girlfriend a couple more times post-game, some teammates making fun of the hat that was proudly sitting on top of their head â youâd seen the memes online comparing her to Smurfette and in all honesty, you found it quite funny too.
Before long, the coverage ended and you resorted to some binge-watching of a new show youâd discovered. You had a chunk of time to kill before your girlfriend would be home, knowing sheâd probably hang around a bit longer than she should.
2 hours later, you finally heard a set of keys jingling outside your front door â signalling your girlfriend was finally home. You got up from the couch and turned off the tv, assuming she would probably want to head to bed immediately. You walked over from the living room to the hallway in a few quick strides. A bright smile crept onto your face when you saw your girlfriend, cheeks and nose rosy from the cold evening breeze.
âHi baby,â she mumbled against your skin when you pulled her in for a hug. âCongrats on the win, Le. Iâm so happy for you all,â you felt her chuckle against you, not making any moves to leave the safety of your embrace yet. âI didnât have a foot in any of that today, but thanks darling. It means a lot.â
She pulled away from your hug and looked at you, eyes slowly narrowing. âThis, though,â she starts and points at the hat on her head, before taking it off. âNever again.â
You bit your lip to try and hide the smile that was inevitably going to form. "Don't laugh," Leah countered before you had a chance to even say anything. "You looked adorable, Le," you tried to quip back but she didn't want any of that. "I didn't! People were making fun of it too, it was horrible," you would've thought she was being serious and genuinely thought it was horrible if it wasn't for the way the corner of her lip tugged up into a slight smile.
"At least you weren't cold, hmm," you said in your defense before you pulled her back into you and pressed a firm kiss against her lips. Leah went to deepen it, slowly manoeuvring the both of you so your back was flush against the wall, her hands roaming across your front. But you had other ideas. You sneaked under the arm that she placed against the wall to trap you in and started making your way upstairs, causing her to almost bump her face into the wall.
"Oi, that's not fair!" "Catch me if you can, Smurfette!"
#woso#woso community#woso imagine#woso x reader#leah williamson#leah williamson x reader#arsenal wfc#england wnt
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Ëâ§Ë°đŠ àŒ âïœĄË farmhouse lovinâ Ëâ§Ë°đŠ àŒ âïœĄË
pairings: farmhouse!ellie x fem!reader (domestic)
synopsis: a day in the life of you and ellie at your beloved farmhouse
warnings: nothing just some cursing and a little bit of friskiness- also shimmer never dies and so does joel-
a/n: tooth rotting fluff! i have so many ideas written down so get ready for some content!!



the morning rays hit your face and the cold chill of the morning air wakes you up. you turn over to see ellie still fast asleep, her light snores filling the air and making you smile. you slowly get out of bed and throw your robe on feeling chilly from sleeping in basically nothing. you kiss and pet your guys dog, lady, she usually joins you in the morning. you make your way downstairs and start your morning routine, every morning youâll usually be the first awake and you go put your boots on to go let all your guys animals out. starting with the chickens, grabbing your usual basket to grab the eggs that you happen to find from the night before.
âwhat do we have here ladies?â you mumbled as you went into the coop and checked in their little cubbies. you were successful with about 15 eggs, thanking the girls and making your way to the other animals. you opened the barn door walking to the horses first.
âgood morning miss shimmer and good morning to you too silver.â you greeted them with some pets to the head and went and grabbed their feed. feeding them and then grabbing the hose to poor some fresh water in their buckets. once finished with that you head over to the sheep and let them out of the barn. you went back into the house with lady and headed to the kitchen, starting to clean the eggs. grabbing all the things to feed lady, you start on that. you heard footsteps coming down the stairs, turning around you see ellie coming down the stairs rubbing her eyes of sleep.
âhey pretty lady.â she said as she walked over to you and grabbed your waist from behind.
âgood morning honey.â you giggled as she started swaying side to side, kissing down your neck. getting that butterfly like feeling in your stomach.
âhow long you been up?â
âjust about an hour at most.â she nodded and kept her head in the crevice of your neck. you both stayed like that for what felt like forever, not wanting to move from each other. the warmth of your bodies bringing you comfort.
âhave you done everything already?â
âmhm, got 15 eggs today so we can use those for breakfast!â ellie finally pulled away and grabbed the dog bowl from you to give to lady.
âwhat did you want to have?â
âwell we can do simple bacon and eggs because joel brought us that bacon earlier this week. i also have some stuff for french toast. honestly its up to you!â
âlets do some french toast, we can still use that bacon and have it on the side. so we can let joel know how it was!â you agreed and started to grab what you would need. walking into the living room you started up a record so you had some music in the background. the best thing about living here was you could be as loud as you want.
âwhat record for today?â you yelled into the kitchen.
âhow about some queen!â you nodded and out the record on. walking back to the kitchen you got started on the french toast.
âhey i was thinking we go for a little right today maybe visit jackson, joel usually has something for us.â
âyeah that sounds perfect itâs the one day this spring that we havenât had rain.â as you were at the stove starting up some french toast and ellie pulled you away.
âlets dance baby.â you giggled at her as she grabbed your hands to put them around her neck and placed her hands at your waist. you felt lady jump up on you guys.
âoooo miss lady wants to dance too.â ellie bent down to give her kisses all over.
âyou are such a good girl arenât you.â ellie said in a cute little baby voice and she barked in response. standing back up putting her hands around you again.
âi love you, so so much my love.â your face turning read at the love and pet name.
âi love you more.â
âoh but i love you most.â you both shared a laugh and she started to kiss all over your face.
âellie ellie i need to get to the food, its gonna burn.â giggling the whole time, she pulled away and let go of you, going back to her job. you both cooked in a comfortable silence with the music playing, every so often sharing kisses and teasing touches.
you had finished cooking and plated everything so nicely, sitting on the couch and turning on the tv. you guys had found a bunch of dvdâs at this old movie store and had been hooked on this show series you two found called friends, so you put that on to watch a couple of episodes while you eat. lady came and sat on the floor in between you begging for food like always. cutting the first little piece of french toast and cheersing.
âfirst bite!â you both said and both let out an âmmmâ at how good the food tasted.
âholy shit this is so good babe!â she yelled and kissed your cheek. you giggled at her excitement over the food, that was the way to her heart. you watched two episodes before finishing and going to wash the dishes.
âyou know i am on rachelâs side she should be mad, ross was an ashole for that.â
âwe were on a break, my ass! typical man.â you finished the dishes and made your way upstairs to find ellie already dressed in a brown flannel and some jeans.
âwell hello there sexy, you single?â you walked into your shared room and walked over to ellie.
âno no i have a beautiful girlfriend.â you laughed at her giving you the hand and shooing you away.
âiâve trained you well.â ellie laughed and walked past you slapping your butt which leads you to let out a small scream and a hey. you heard her footsteps pick up indicating she ran and you just shook your head. making your way to the closet and grabbing some short considering it wasnât too cold today you took it as a sign. throwing on those and a cute matching flannel to ellie, you walked to the bathroom to do your hair. on a patrol you guys found a hair salon and found working hair tools and snatched them right up. you and ellie had a âhis and herâ sink, getting lucky with that. taking your spot next to her to straighten your hair, it took some time to get it to work but thanks to joel and tommy they got the electricity to work.
you both finished getting ready, making your way downstairs and putting your shoes on. you grabbed ladyâs harness to put on her, you usually let her roam without a leash so the harness is just for more protection.
âcome here girly, harness time.â she came to you and got into position knowing she was going on an adventure. you guys had found her when she was a puppy, someone in jackson was giving away some puppies that their dog had just given birth to and lady was one of them. you were able to train her to know to kill bad people and she had been a great edition to your little family.
âhey you got everything?â
âyup all good!.â both grabbing your bags and heading out to the animals. lady came with you guys to herd the sheep back into the barn.
âgood job girl go get emââ you patted her and sent her on her way. watching her as she herds the sheep inside ellie walks over to the chicken coop and lets the girls back inside. you walked over and grabbed your horses to get going. usually the way to jackson was only a 30 min hike and the patrol kept the trail pretty empty so itâll be a nice relaxed ride over. you two get on your horses and are on your way. the feeling of the chilled breeze on your skin sends shivers, making you grab your cardigan from your bag to cover yourself.
âi could never get over the view.â you heard ellie say from behind you and you nodded your head at the comment.
âme neither its too good every time.â
âoh no that view, this one.â you turn confused and see her staring at you. your face turning red at the eyes on you.
âoh shut it.â
ânever!!â ellie yells as she passes you. rolling your eyes you follow behind.
âââââââââââââââââââââââââââ
you see the gate to jackson and signal to the people at the watch that itâs you and ellie. they open the gate and you guys make your ways inside. you both say hello to everyone on the way to the stables.
âhey guys, visiting for the day?â the woman, angie who runs the stables, said and pulled silver into the barn.
âyeah it felt like a good day to do so get ourselves out the house for a little!.â she nodded and you walked out the barn to meet with ellie.
âhey baby.â she kissed you on your cheek and you both made your way our of the stables. lady already made herself at home getting all the lovinâ from dina.
âhey d!â you yelled over at her and caught her attention.
âhey guys, what are you you two doing here today?â she said getting up and hugging you both.
âjust visiting, wanting to drop in and see if joel had anything for us, maybe catch a drink.â
âawesome! jesse is actually waiting for me weâve got patrol unfortunately but we should see you guys before you head out.â
âawe no fun.â
âi know but i canât miss more maria will kill meâŠ.â you said your goodbyes and started the walk to joelâs. walking through jackson makes you forget the world around you, saying your hellos to everyone you pass by, taking a second to play with some of the kids and just overall catching up with everything. you finally appreciate being alive again, having people who love and care about you and a cozy home that you had always wanted. it helps with the horrors that are away from jackson.
finding joelâs house you both make it up the steps and knock on the door. thereâs a second before you hear footsteps and the barking of joelâs dog, aka ladyâs boyfriend, chuck. the door opens and lady immediately runs inside to say hello.
âwoah lady, hi there pretty lady.â
âhey kiddo, oh and ellie.â you cackled as he came and hugged you.
âyeah yeah i get it you like my girlfriend more than me.â
âoh shush silly come here.â he said and pulled ellie in for a hug.
âwhat are you kiddos doing here, just visiting?â
âyeah we figured since its so nice to come see everyone.â
âwell good thing you did iâve got some stuff for you guys i picked up earlier this week.â he got up from his chair to grab what he got.
âsee i told you.â ellie whispered to you and you both chuckled at joel always having something for you guys. he came back in the room with a basket full of stuff.
âso i harvested some stuff finally and wanted to give you guys some of it, iâve got some strawberries, apples, bell peppers, green onions, and some of those avocados you guys like. i went and did some huntinâ as well and got some good venison meat, and then maria made you folks some meatballs for pasta. i made some cool shelves for your bathroom under the stairs, y/n mentioned you guys needed some.â
âthank you so much joel thats so thoughtful.â you thanked him for doing what he does for you guys. he started to garden because you have a small garden behind the house and asked if you could teach him. you taught him all he knows now and youâre so happy to see heâs harvesting now.
âi can help you folks bring the shelves if youâd like so you can carry whatever else you get.â
âwe would appreciate that, thanks joel.â
âits no problem kiddo.â you all smiled at each other and ended up getting caught up in conversation again. catching up with each other you guys ended up at the food hall with tommy and maria having some lunch.
âwe wanted to host a dinner with everyone at the farmhouse soon, after we get some more stuff decorated.â
âthat would be wonderful we havenât had a good family dinner in a bit.â you smiled at joel being excited for a family dinner with everyone. his hard exterior was slowly coming off and he was just a big ole teddy bear. it was cute.
âhey were having a festival soon, ill let yâall know the date so yâall can come down and spend it with us.â
âyeah we found some fun stands at the warehouse down south that would be perfect for carnival games.â tommy nodded at maria staring at her with the most loving look.
âwell that sounds very exciting, we will definitely be there. let us know if thereâs anything we can do to help!â
âwell we could use your paintinâ skills ellie.â joel pointed at her and winked.
âsounds great, iâve been wanting a small project.â
âperfect why donât you guys come back in two days and we can get started.â tommy proposed and you both agreed excited for a new project. you all chatted and finished eating. maria had some stuff for you guys, just some essentials like bread and some soap.
you guys were at the tipsy bison now with everyone. you started to get really sleepy, feeling the adventure of the day hitting you hard and the alcohol hitting harder.
âhey els, im feeling sleepy.â you placed your head on her shoulder resting your eyes.
âokay do you want to start heading back?â
âyes please.â
âokay baby let me let joel know so we can head out.â she kissed your head and made her way to the bar where joel was. the feeling of dinaâs hand rubbing your back was lulling you to sleep. dina was always super affectionate with you all, always has a hand on you. she was like a sister to you, it brought you comfort. ellie came back and pulled you up into her arms.
âhey baby we gotta go, gotta get on the horse now.â you didnât realize she had carried you all the way to the stables, you had been set down and you just really felt so tired. stretching your body out trying to wake yourself up.
âtommyâs gonna come as well to bring the rest of the stuff and so joel has someone when they come back.â you nodded at her and said your goodbyes to everyone. you had the best day with the people you are glad to call family.
âââââââââââââââââââââââââââ
you had made it home safely, the cold wind hitting your face the whole time was the only thing keeping you awake. you guys rode the horses into the barn and set them up for the night.
âhey head into the house okay go get comfy honey.â you nodded and kissed ellie before walking the ways to the house. you walked upstairs and grabbed some comfy pajamas, it was a colder night so you threw on something that would keep you warmer through the night. you walked downstairs to help joel and tommy put the food away.
âalready gettinâ comfy kiddo?â you rolled your eyes at joelâs comment.
âonce i get home i will be in pajamas.â they both laughed at your comment and you all put the rest of the stuff away. joel showed you the shelf and it was perfect next to the mirror. you thanked him and walked them out to the porch where ellie joined you guys.
âthank you so much for the help and the stuff we really appreciate it.â
âof course, yâall are helpinâ me with the stands so its all cominâ around.â tommy patted ellieâs back and pulled her into a small hug. you said your goodbyes and set them off on their ways. ellie gabbed your waist and you waved goodbye at the two men like little old ladies.
âokay lets go im freezing.â you pulled her into the house, closed and locked the door for the night. you went around and did your âclosing shiftâ and closed all the windows and locked them all up. going through your mental checklist of things to do before bed, turning off the lights downstairs and making your way up. ellie was in the bathroom already getting ready for bed and in some pajamas.
âhey cutie.â you gave her a side hug and kissed her on the cheek, you could smell the faint bit of cologne she still had on from the day and her freshly washed face. she had resisted the first time you mentioned that she should start washing her face because she insisted she didnât need it now she does it every night before bed.
âhey beautiful, i made sure to feed to animals and theyâre all good and in their little beds.â
âthank you my love i appreciate it a lot, i donât know why i feel so tired.â
âwe had a big day together.â smiling up at her you kissed her, the kiss lasting longer than expected.
âup.â ellie mumbled in your ear, you jumped and she picked you up to place you on the counter.
âyouâre so pretty baby.â not a second later you crashed your lips into hers, your hands traveling up to her hair. ellie pulled you closer towards her deepening the kiss, you cheeks flushed feeling her pull you into her and feeling her hands make her way down to your butt. she pulled you up off the counter still kissing you taking you to the bed. you giggled at her throwing you down onto the bed, kissing up and down your neck and your face the feeling tickling you. she made her way back up to your lips and you both slowed down your kisses, softly feeling every curve of your lips hitting each other. you stay there for what feels like forever just enjoying the moment of each other. you feel the whine of a little puppy dog right next to you, you both turn and see lady sitting their with a smile on her face and her tail wagging indicating she wants attention too.
âhey girl you want some kisses too??â ellie moves from on top of you and goes over to her and gives her kisses all over her face, she licks ellie all over her face and tackles her. its so cheesy but hearing ellieâs laughs filled you with such joy, the amount that you two had been through to get here she deserves to be happy. this simple life was all you had wanted, you were so happy to just settle down in a beautiful home with the most amazing girl and surrounded by the most amazing people.
âhey sweetie, you still with us?â
âoh of course!â
âyou okay?â
âmore than okay.â you smiled at ellie, falling into each other on the bed with your head on ellieâs chest. hearing her heart beat was the only way you could fall asleep now, canât live without it.
âi love you baby.â
âi love you more els.â
âiâll let you win this round.â you both giggled settling into each other, with lady at your feet. ellie reached over and turned the lamp off, both of you humming into each other. ellie playing with your hair makes you drown out the night noise and fall right too sleep. she notices you had fallen asleep and kissed your forehead.
âi love you more than you know.â lulling herself to sleep of the sounds of your soft snores.
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a/n: i have already started another one shot thatâll be out tomorrow for abby! i hope you enjoyed this!! requests are open!!
#ellie the last of us#ellie tlou#ellie williams#ellie williams fic#ellie x reader#ellie williams x reader#the last of us#ellie x y/n#ellie x you#tlou fic#joel and ellie#ellie x fem reader#the last of us part 2
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Good Girl, Officer | Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
Summary: Nervous on his first day on the job as a cop, you opted to try and help Steve calm down and relax. However, while doing so, you ensured that youâd be in for one hell of a night when he got back from work.
Genre: Fluff, a little suggestive.
Warnings: Some sexual innuendo.
Word count: 1.1k
A/N: I donât know what this is. Honestly, this isnât my best work, but this has been sitting in my drafts for days and I figured I might as well post it. I hope itâs still somewhat enjoyable! And if anyone wants a part two with smut, Iâd be willing to try and write one.
âI donât think I can do this.â
Looking up from the cup of coffee in your hands, your eyes locked with those beautiful amber ones of your husbandâs in the mirror. He was busy fiddling with the collar of his button up shirt, the jacket with the familiar âHawkins PDâ logo on it hanging open on his broad frame. It was chilly outside, the rain and wind making it necessary to wear one. His glasses were perched on the tip of his nose, his eyes nervously darting between you in the mirror and his outfit.
You placed the cup down on your nightstand and made your way over to Steve, wrapped your arms around him from behind and rested your chin on his shoulder. âYouâll do great, Stevie,â you reassured him, your tone soft and sincere.
Steve inhaled, before exhaling a shuddering breath. âI donât know,â he began quietly. âI feel like Iâm gonna throw up. Maybe even die.â
You hummed and pressed a kiss to his clothed shoulder. âTake a deep breath, okay?â After he followed your orders and took a few deep breaths, you continued. âYouâll be just fine, Steve. I know it. Youâve been working hard for this. Plus, if push comes to shove, you know Hopper will help you out in a heartbeat. He loves you.â
Steve managed to give you a small smile at that. âSure. The âdonât fuck it up, Harringtonâ and pat on the back he gave me at my graduation screams âI love youâ.â
âIt does if youâre Hopper,â you told him through a small chuckle, stepping back when he turned around to face you. Instead, you looped your arms around his neck, your husbandâs hands going to rest on your hips. âBut seriously. I know youâve got this. You worked your ass off for it, and it shows. I promise youâll be just fine. And hey, if anyone gives you trouble, Iâm just a phone call away. Iâll come to your rescue.â
He chuckled at that. âMy hero,â he said, before leaning in to give you a soft, tender kiss. His nose bumped against yours, and his glasses pressed against his face awkwardly, but he didnât care. When he pulled away, he smiled at you lovingly.
You returned the smile. âSo do you feel better?â
âA little bit,â he began, his thumbs tracing idle circles on your hips. âI still feel like mâgonna throw up, but at least I donât feel like Iâm gonna die.â
âThatâs good,â you replied. âWell, not the throwing up part, but the not dying part is great. Who else is gonna give me such awesome back rubs if youâre gone?â
Steve laughed and rolled his eyes. âNice.â He stepped back from your embrace and fiddled with the zipper of his jacket, his hands a little shaky and only being successfully zipped up because of your assistance. âThanks.â
âDonât mention it.â You glanced behind him at his car keys, before looking back at him. âWell, officer Harrington. All you need to complete thisâŠâ You pressed your hand against his chest and trailed it up and down slowly. â...very sexy look is a pair of handcuffs, donât you think?â
âYeah, and a gun,â he began, completely oblivious to the innuendo behind your words. âBut Iâll get both of those down at the station. Hopperâs orders.â
You smiled and shook your head, stepping back from him and heading over to the nightstand to grab your coffee. âThatâs not what I meant, but okay.â
Steve frowned. âWhat did youââ You nearly burst out laughing when a look of realization spread over his face. âOh.â
You took a sip from your coffee and sat back down on the bed, smiling brightly. âYeah.â
He scratched the back of his head, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. âYou into that kinda thing? I mean, youâve never brought it up before.â
âGuess youâll have to wait and see, huh?â You blinked up at him with a faux innocent look. âI promise Iâve been a good girl, officer.â
Steve inhaled sharply and closed his eyes. âYouâre playinâ a dangerous game.â He opened his eyes and glanced down at his watch. âAnd Iâve gotta go soon.â
You hummed and got up from the bed again, placing the cup back where you found it and walked back over to Steve. You straightened out his uniform for him, before leaning up to press a kiss to his lips in greeting.
âGo,â you whispered, pecking the corner of his lips for good measure. âGo make the world a better place, officer Harrington.â You leaned in close to whisper in his ear. âWeâll test the whole handcuff thing when you get back.â
The look he sent your way as he slowly retreated backwards sent a shiver over your spine. You knew that if he didnât have somewhere to be, the two of you wouldnât leave the room that day. But alas, he had a job he needed to get to. You would have to wait until later that night to do anything about it.
You laughed lightly when Steve stopped and strode back over from the door to give you one final kiss, gently pushing him away when it got a little too heated for someone that needed to be out of the house in five minutes if they wanted to be on time. âWoah there, cowboy,â you halted him. âYou gotta go.â Despite your words, he continued to press little kisses to your face, making you smile. âIâm serious. Go.â
Steve looked like a man in agony when he finally pulled away. âItâs your fault, you know?â he said. âYou were the one that put that idea in my head. How am I supposed to focus after that?â
âWith great effort,â you joked, before giving him a peck on the cheek and stepping back. âNow go. You donât wanna be late on your first day.â
Your husband sighed deeply and nodded, adjusting his glasses on his nose. âOkay,â he began. He sent you a pointed look. âUntil tonight then?â
You nodded. âUntil tonight.â
Steve straightened his jacket, grabbed his keys from the dresserâkeys he would have forgotten if he hadnât decided to turn back and give you a kissâand turned back to you. âI love you.â
You smiled at him softly. âI love you too.â
With that, Steve finally left the room. You could hear his footsteps retreating down the hall, and you sat back down on the bed. While you knew you had other things you needed to think about, there was only one thing on your mind:
You were in for one hell of a night.
#krys writes .àłàż#steve harrington imagine#steve x female reader#steve harrington x you#steve x reader#steve harrington#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington stranger things#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington x reader
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STORM
Theodore Nott x Reader
Summary: Theo didn't like the rain but the reader learned to appreciate it when she was younger. On a night when Theo is feeling alone in the middle of a storm, the reader takes Theo out of his thoughts with just words and smiles.
English is not my first language, so forgive me for mistakes~

Rainy days at Hogwarts weren't always the worst; in fact, they were far from it. The rain pattering against the castle's gravel, the windows of the common rooms, the library, and the Great Hall. Y/n had always been in love with the rain, the way mornings would be chilly after a storm, and how Herbology class would be canceled.
Theodore Nott, however, felt quite the opposite. He had never liked the rain, not since the day his mother died, when it felt like the world was falling apart along with his childhood tears at her funeral. Theo hated how the rain made him want to disappear from the castle, how it distracted him and failed to bring the calm it brought to the other students who enjoyed extra sleep or sat by the fireplace in their common rooms, their nerves soothed. It was almost midnight when Theo got out of bed, restless. The storm had started around nine o'clock, and as predicted by the Slytherin students, everyone had decided to have some fun and drink since the next morning's first class, Herbology, would be canceled. Theo hadn't thought about the aftermath before drinking the whiskey Mattheo had procured, and now he was drunk, scared, anguished, and alone with the voices in his head. Trying to clear his thoughts, Nott left the room he shared with Mattheo and went down to the common room. But once he got there, he realized it was a terrible idea: it was dark, cold, and though the sounds of the rain were muffled, they were still there. Sitting on a leather-upholstered sofa, Theodore sighed and buried his head in his hands, which rested on his knees.
â Fuck. He murmured, feeling ridiculous, and the feeling intensified when he realized he wasn't alone. â Are you okay? Y/n, the quietest Slytherin in the seventh year, and Theo knew her only because she was one of the prefects, along with Draco.
â Mm-hmm. Theo just murmured, straightening up on the sofa and avoiding Y/n's gaze as she stood behind it.
Theo had never been very open with people. He talked a lot with his friends, but outside of that, all you got were those dead blue eyes. â I didn't mean to bother you. I heard footsteps and sometimes, when it rains, some second-years cry here in the common room and... Draco isnât very attentive to that, so... â Theodore thought she didnât talk much until now, and so his surprised gaze lifted to her as she bit her lower lip, as if she knew she was talking too much and was trying to stay quiet not to bother.
â Sorry, Iâm already bothering you, Iâll⊠Iâll go⊠since youâre fine.
She stammered, intimidated by Nott's stare, and afraid of being labeled weird by Theodore Nott, she started stepping back, intending to distance herself from one of the elite Slytherins.
â Draco can be pretty heartless sometimes. But you get used to it. Theo's voice responding to her surprised the girl, who turned to look at him again.
â Yeah, he sometimes says he wonders if I'm really a Slytherin. But what can I do if I donât want to hear crying during the only time the common room is quiet. She shrugged and let out a nasal laugh.
â You hear them even when youâre sleeping?
â What? â The crying, the footsteps⊠â Oh, Iâm usually not sleeping, so itâs easy to notice.
Y/n said, approaching the sofa and waiting for Theo's confirmation to sit down, from which it came quickly for an honest look. â Why? His voice came out softly, and Y/n was once again surprised that he was genuinely interested, his eyes not leaving hers for a second. All she could think was: how could Theodore Nott be interested in what she was saying instead of going to sleep? Wasnât he supposed to be as insensitive as everyone at Hogwarts said? â When itâs raining, I like to listen to it. â The rain? He asked curiously, and Y/n nodded, vocalizing her agreement.
â I mean, close your eyes and listen to it. Y/n closed her eyes, and Theo felt stupid for never noticing her at the castle. She was probably the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his entire life.
â Donât think about anything, just feel it.
â I donât think I can. Theo admitted, and she opened her brown eyes, which contrasted with his blue ones. â I canât find any peace in it, Y/n. Theo rolled his eyes and laughed without humor. â Sometimes I think thereâs something wrong with me. He murmured, and Y/n frowned at the sight of vulnerable Nott in front of her.
â I bet there isnât, Theo. I think itâs normal not to feel comfortable with something that everyone else does. Weâre not all the same. She said, and her voice felt like a soft, warm fabric to Theo. Her closeness made him feel comfortable, and he almost forgot the discomfort in his head. â I even understand how itâs bad to hear the rain when youâre alone. I think it just takes time to appreciate it. â Y/n gave a sympathetic, sly smile to Theo. â I actually hated it. It made me feel lonely. My parents always traveled a lot, so I was left alone. â She laughs a little â Merlin, i cried so much, afraid of being that way forever, and that one day I started to like the noise.
â How did you start to like it?
â My friends would sleep over occasionally, and when it rained, I began to notice that if I looked at it positively, it could be relaxing...
â She smiled softly once more and saw Theo's lips curve into a smile. She swore she was either seeing things or going crazy. â Your friends are passed out after drinking dragon whiskey, and youâre still a bit drunk. Itâs okay not to like what you hear outside. Y/n nodded as she finished speaking. She got up from the sofa, grabbed Theodoreâs cold hands, and he looked at her as if heâd never seen anyone like that before. Y/n pulled him up from the sofa, and their height difference made her laugh foolishly. âYouâre taller than I remembered.
â And youâre shorter than I imagined. Theo looked at her, and Y/n swore she saw puppy eyes in those dead, very, very sexy eyes
â You should get some sleep, Theodore. Itâs late⊠think about the bright side, or donât think at all, it helps a lot. She murmured, heading towards the stairs with him following her. As she approached the girls' dormitory, Theoâs voice stopped Y/n in her tracks.
â Why did I never notice you?
â Because youâre Theodore Nott. â She smiled at the boy who was no longer thinking about the rain outside, only about her.
â Just, Theo, you can just call me Theo. Theo said, looking at every detail of her body, face, hair and especially her voice that would echo in his head all night.
â Your friends call you that? â Only those I want call me that, Bella. â Okay than, sleep well, Theo.
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tadashi headcanons
tadashi is here
generally
goody two shoes
never touches alcohol; will get asian flush after the first two shots
has never grown out his hair past the middle of his ears
boxer briefs kinda guy
owns a collection of scarves and gloves because he likes being warm and cozy
plays guitar or some instrument (he has to hes asian asians know)
not only surfs (a surfboard can be seen in his part of the room in some scenes) but also plays tennis and runs
has been approached for modeling gigs because he's well built and tall but he's turned them down, simply not interested in them
not very active on social media but whenever he remembers he has an account he just posts whatever he found interesting for the day like it could be mochi, a bowl of ramen, or littered packaging on the side of the street and then he would disappear off the face of the platform
sent to karate lessons as a kid so knows a bit of self defense which came clutch in situations spawned by hiro's teenage recklessness
he's the type to hide his injuries from his loved ones but get worried over the smallest cuts for them
sleeps like a fucking rock he needs several alarms and even aunt cass telling hiro to cause a ruckus to wake him tf up
learned how to cook from aunt cass because sometimes she is busy and away and hiro gets hungry
learned japanese conversationally from while his parents were still around, routinely tries to upkeep and improve his language ability through japanese books, movies and media
tries to teach hiro and get him to do the same but with hiro's young age and boredom from school he really doesn't think about anything other than his own interests robotics projects and botfighting
listens to pop and calm instrumental music like bossa nova
lowkey a swiftie
heavily dependent on caffeine; like near finals and midterms he can't function without coffee
until at some point he tried out matcha and was completely blown at how the matcha latte didn't give him jitters and caffeine spikes
so a matcha guy but will drink coffee if it's the only thing around
he's not lactose intolerant but hiro is and he makes fun of him for it
has really bad allergies though
keeps an extra futon in the storage of his lab because there have been way too many nights where he just passed out on the floor of his lab too exhausted to go home
i could see him in a VW beetle
or just any car that would run
appreciates any weather for what little delights they hold but interestingly i'd say he's a cloudy, chilly, crisp cold air that makes your breath look like steam, on-the-verge-of-raining day guy because he gets to bust out his cardigan and blazers and make himself a warm little drink
smells like fresh laundry, coffee and delightful little pastries -- like stepping into a warm bakery on a chilly day-- because the brothers have to help Cass open
on days he's busy with baymax and other robotics projects he comes out of his lab smelling more like metal, lubricant, oil, soldering-- all that stuff that comes with mechanical tinkering and is conscious of it; if he has a class after he will go home and shower and make himself a matcha latte and he smells like a bakery all over again
crazy well-regarded not just in his own department but in school overall
like not only was he able to make a portable huggable robot capable of 10,000 medical procedures with a built in defibrillator which is actually insane legend crazy work on its own
but he's insanely nice and kind to anyone he passes by on campus and offers help whenever he can
^ many girls and even some guys are head over heels for him they can't fathom that he's a real person and not some prince that came out of a fairytale
he's lowkey a loser when it comes to his brother (and other aspects covered later) though
since hiro and aunt cass are all he has left of his family he's insanely protective of them, especially hiro who is in his teenage rebellious years
like in an argument with hiro when hiro says something mean to him in the heat of the moment like "Why are you like this?! It's none of your business!!" or whatever he gets sad and even beats himself over it lowkey like "Am I a bad brother after all...?"
there have been multiple instances in which he didn't hang with the gang because he wouldn't trust hiro to run off and get into a botfight in some shady ass crevice of the city SCENE: hiro is grounded by tadashi yet again and tadashi insists to escort hiro to and from school Hiro: Why do I have to be dropped off by you? And you're picking me up too?! And why do I have to wear this stupid T-Shirt?!!! [t-shirt says "i got in trouble for not listening to my brother and nearly getting us arrested]
like look me in my tumblr icon and tell me that's never happened bruh
lowkey needs glasses but has contacts, will wear them if in a rush
hes a cool robotic genius prince in shining armor whos also lowkey really lame and dorky đđđÂ
romantically
since he's a goody-two-shoes so he's low-key romantically inexperienced and easily flustered
^ he's probably a virgin ngl
like he gets bitches "oh tadashi? from the robotics department? yeah he's really nice; he helped me carry some stuff this one time. and suuuper cute. would." / "yeah I would date tadashi if I weren't, you know, a heterosexual guy" ...but he doesn't act on any of the action he gets
part of the reason being that hiro hamada exists and that alone is a responsibility in itself
like he had to sew GPS tracking systems into hiro's clothes if he went on a date his date would get interrupted by hiro's jacket pinging from some sketchy ass dead end alleyway like 4 miles away
and even if he brought someone home he wouldn't be able to do anything peacefully since he shares a room with hiro, the only thing separating the brothers being a thin, timeworn shoji partitioning
would blush if brought into a victoria's secret-- he wouldn't know where to put his eyes so he would be flustered and his eyes darting all over the place
^ if one were to ask if he was okay from all the victoria's secrets being revealed in front of him he would stutter like a stereotypical flustered teenage boy
love isnt limited by gender kinda guy
he's just a chill guy who has so much love to spread all around you know
bigger spoon, loves cuddling
love languages acts of service and quality time
vvvvvvv sweet and considerate
sooo gentlemanly
is a clingy sticky affectionate sappy drunk to his s/o
free pastries and coffee for breakfast from the lucky cat cafe
would cook for his s/o maybe even breakfast in bed
would help wash and blow dry s/o hair
very polite (very demure very mindful LOL) often asks before a lot of things "can I hold your hand?" "can I help you with that?" "can I hug you?"
gives his s/o rides home on days they have to go home at night because lets face it even san fransokyo in 20thirtysomething has sketchy dangerous bums
he is very athletic and has crazy endurance from playing sports all throughout school and having to run, chase after, and rescue hiro out of botfighting "misunderstandings"...
^ crazy endurance... iykwim...
soft top, would be open to reasonable experimentation
rarely gets jealous but if he does, bottles it up
until he cant anymore and he does some slightly possessive stuff like putting his jacket over his s/o and he will feel a little romantical when he is alone with them iykwim
is sooo cute just trust
some darker stuff maybe(?) tw/ trauma, death, unresolved issues or whatever idk
as hard as he is on hiro and his loved ones he's hardest on himself
he was old enough to remember and feel his parents death so it was harder on him than it was for hiro
part of the reason why he wants so desperately to help everyone is because he wishes he could have done something to save his parents
it's not explicitly stated but i get the feeling their parents died instantly from a terrible accident that unfortunately first responders weren't able to save (which was probably the inspiration for Baymax, who is portable and capable of 10,000 medical procedures which is crazy work btw)
he lowkey has survivors guilt from it
any nightmares he has of his parents and the accident and he wakes up panicking and teary-eyed he goes to the bathroom to compose himself to not let it affect hiro
lowkey he might have a small issue of basing some of his self-worth off how helpful he is
nevertheless he's a well-adjusted and healthy young man who has gone to therapy and overcome his trauma but experiences from his past influence and manifest in his work of trying to help others through robotics
which manifested in many sleepless days and nights and innumerable pots of coffee during baymax's development stages
hates health insurance companies (don't ask how he feels about luigi's mansion)
hes so so gorg i love love love like since forever
#tadashi hamada imagines#bh6#tadashi hamada#big hero six#baymax#tadashi hamada x reader#disney#tadashi hamada x you
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All my loving
Summary: Eddie got your cold and now you are taking care of him.
wc: 1k
warnings: pure fluff; eddie being horny (control yourself sir); a little overthinking.



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Three weeks ago you were sick. You came walking to your boyfriendâs house to spend the night with him and, on the way back to your place, the rain started to pour. He would have picked you up and dropped you off if it wasnât for his little problem. His van was on the mechanic and your mom was out of town.
Feeling guilty for it, he offered to take care of you. So he came every day to make you some company, tried to cook for you and to give you back rubs. The only thing was that he didnât mind you were sick, or he simply just forgot, because he would still kiss you in each five minutes.
âEddie, stop it! You are going to get sick too!â Youâd say to him, trying to be mad at him.
âNo, you need all my loving so you can get better!â Heâd said giggling and massaging your scalp. âHonestly, i canât take you serious with you talking like that.â
âLike what?â
Again, he giggled softly at you. âDonât worry baby, letâs try to sleep a little bit, âkay?â
After two weeks, you got better. No more runny nose or non-stop coughing. But then, in a blink of an eye, Eddie started to have the same symptoms you had and got your cold.
Heâs been sick for a week, but there was a thing that didnât happened to you, but it did with Eddie. He was extremely touchy, grumpy and didnât want to let you help him. You didnât know what was worse. His mood swings or he pretending that he wasnât feeling terrible and wanting to do everything by himself.
Now, here you were at his house. It was raining and chilly outside. You made Eddie a tea with some cookies in the afternoon so you could watch a movie. It seemed to be the only way to keep him quiet and calm. He didnât make it to half of it and slept on your lap.
After the movie was over, you were chopping some potatoes at the kitchen when he surrounded your waist with his arms.
âHey sleepyhead, did you sleep well?â you said kissing his cheek and going back to chop.
âI was till you leftâ his voice was raspy with sleep and tiredness. He started to kiss your neck. âWhacha cookinâ, hm?â
âIâm making us a soup. I thought it would be good for you.â You put all the vegetables to boil âAlso, once you said Wayne liked it too, so iâm doing itâ
âYou could do something else, huh?â Then you felt the pressure on your lower back. Maybe his voice wasnât raspy only because of tiredness. âWhat do you think?â
âI think you are crazy!â You couldnât help but laugh âEds, youâre sick baby.â
âBut we donât have to be face to face, you know. Thereâs some other positionsâ He said a little upset âLike that, you wouldnât get sick again.â
âNo Eddie. Thatâs not the point.â You took his hands and led him to his bedroom âNow, why donât you take your clothes off and⊠NOT FOR THAT!â you said seeing his mischievous smirk. âIâll give you a shower and then we can eat some, howâs that?â
He stayed in silence for a while and then he close the space between you two and hugged you tightly. You returned it. He was needy. Begging to all the metal gods so this could be over and he could have all of you again. All of you just for him.
âI know sweetie, this will be over soon, alright?â You knew he needed some loving as well.
âAlright.â You two walked to the bathroom. You started to wash his hair, massaging his hair, and he started to hum quietly.
âIâm sorry babyâ he said apologetically with his eyes closed, feeling you wash his hair
âFor what Ed?â
âYouâre being extremely nice and iâm being grumpy all day.â You looked at him opening his eyes. His big brown eyes shining for you. âYou donât deserve itâ
âWhatâre you saying? Youâre sick Eddie! No one is happy to have a cold, you know.â You said talking the soap âWhen i was sick, you took care of me. Now iâm doing the same for you and, very soon, youâll be better. Just do me a favor?â
âAnything sweetheart.â His voice was funny. Now you understand why he was always laughing at your voice.
âStop thinking too much. Finish your shower. Go and put some nice pijamas and come to the living room so we can eat dinner and be together.â
That was exactly what he did. He sat beside you on the couch. He was eating his soup and a grilled cheese you made for him. âDamn, thatâs so good. If it means youâre making this every time i get sick, then i wanna be sick everyday.â
âIâm glad you liked it.â The shower seemed to be helpful. He was feeling better.
In two hours Eddie was on the edge of sleep, trying to keep a conversation with you.
âWhy donât we continue this tomorrow?â
âAre you going to sleep here?â
âDo you want me to?â
âI do. Very much.â
âThen i willâ He forgot you came here with a bag of clothes for the weekend
âI love you so fucking muchâ
âI love you too. So fucking much.â
When Wayne came in, Eddie was far gone on your lap. You offered him your soup and tried to take Eddie to his bedroom. You were on Wayneâs bed after all.
âThank you hun. For taking care of my boyâ He said eating the soup. âDamn, thatâs so goodâ
You laughed at his reaction which was the same as Eddieâs. âGlad you liked it. And itâs nothing. You know i love him.â
#eddie munson#eddie munson fic#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie stranger things#eddie x reader#eddie munson headcanon#eddie munson x fem!reader fluff#eddie munson x female character#eddie x you
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bartender||han jisung x you||mdni

pairings: bartender!jisung x fempoc!reader
synopsis: you go to the same bar every night, served by the same bartender, you get jelly of another lady but little did you know that bartender man was only for you.
warnings: s m u t, strangers to lovers au, slowish burn, unprotected sex , mentions of drinking, use of petnames, slight orgasm denial(m and f), slight jealousy, slight angst, multiple orgasm (f), oral (m and f), pull out method, mention of masturbation, ji has a small obsession with u, lmk if i missed anything.
a/n: this is heavily influenced by the song âdream of youâ by chungha. so i would recommend listening while reading! also thanks for all the likes and follows! enjoy ;) lowercase intended
story under the cut :)
ever since your break up with your ex, you havent failed to hit up the same bar everyday after work. the sweet, fruity and spicy alcoholic taste of whiskey seems to blow the stress of life right off your shoulders, it makes you forget about deadlines, the weight of your heart break, the weight of life. it makes you feel light, it relaxes you.
today was no different. you go to the same bar and order your drink. the bartender hands you the drink and makes the usual small talk. bless him, he can tell that life has been crushing you lately. ârough day?â he asks. âyeah man, life has gone to shit for me.â you replied. ââm sorry about that honey, but let me know if you need a refill, just dont drink too much.â he said as he winked and walked away.
maybe its the liquor or maybe you didnt notice before, but âdamnâ you think âhes so fucking fine.â all the times youve come here, he serves you, but you never asked him for his name. you didnt wanna come off as a creep or anything, youre sure many people have asked him for his name. for some reason, he doesnt wear a nametag. fuck it, âexcuse me bartender.â you said suddenly. he wasnt too far away from you, just a couple customers away. he motions you to wait while he finishes with a customer.
âhi, did you want a refill?â he asked. âuhâŠnoâŠumâŠdont take this the wrong way..but youve been serving me for a while and i never got a name.â you said. he looked at you and smiled. âhow rude of me. my name is jisung!â he said and extended his arm for a handshake. âoh no i shouldve asked you. but im [reader], nice to meet you!â you said as you shook his hand profusely. he stood there for a minute, looking at you. you were looking at him. truly taking in his features. the way his glasses sat on his beautifully sculpted face. the way his uniform sorta hugged his slim figure, he was actually breathtaking.
you wouldnt be surprised if he had a girlfriend. you would be surprised if he didnt. âexcuse me bartender.â a lady called. you didnt even notice you were holding his hand at that point until he smiled, briefly squeezed your hand and walked away. his hands were soft. you followed him with your eyes, you seen the lady who called for him. she wasnt all that cute. her hair was nice and neat, her outfit was formal and classy, she looked like the business class.
she was looking at him with eyes full of lust, she was flirting with him. you could tell she was really flustering him because you could hear his small giggling. she looked over at you and smirked. the hell is wrong with her? what is she trying to prove? why are you getting upset about it? jisung isnt yours, and he for damn sure isnt hers either. before you could even get to that point, you asked him to close your tab and you left.
you sat in your car for a second to be sure you werent too fucked up to drive, you took a deep breathe and looked out the window. tonight was beautiful. lightly raining, and chilly. your mind started to drift back to the moment you learned his name. his voice kept traveling in your mind. it brought a small smile to your face, it warmed your heart a little. just then, you seen the same woman walk out, jisung following behind her, he gets into her car and they leave.
âthe fuck?â you said in utter disbelief. you decided not to think too much of it and went home.
the next evening, youre back at the bar. same bartender, same everything. â[reader] the usual?â said jisung. you nodded and he got your drink ready. âyou doing alright?â he asked. you nodded your head once more. he looked at you confused, you normally talk to him. you always talk to him, whats with the cold shoulder? he set your drink down, and you took it. everything that happened last night, the small anger you felt, it all came rushing back. and instead of taking your small sips, you down the whole thing. slamming the cup back down and catching some peoples attention. it caught the attention of jisung.
now he knew something was up. â[reader] you are not okay. whats going on with you?â jisung said with concern lacing his voice. âi am fucking fine. aint shit wrong with me. now another one please.â you said. youre also slightly tipsy. he looks more concerned now but still gives you another one. it felt like life was still crumbling down on you. so to numb it, you downed one shot, two shots, four shots, âthats enough [reader], i legally cannot serve you anymore drinks.â jisung said. âbullshit, this is bullshit. im fuckingâoutta here.â you said. you start getting hiccups now, you were also totally drunk.
âill call a cab for you. your car will be here in the morning.â jisung said. âdont fuckin act like you care abâabout me. jiâjisung.â you said drunkenly. he looked at you with slight heartbreak. he does care about you. youre the reason why he works every night. he loves looking at you, admiring you. the day you unknowingly held his hand, he went home and masturbated with the same hand. â[reader], ill take you home instead. does anyone live with you that can make sure okay and also can pick your car up tonight?â he said. hes not supposed to take you home. he could lose his job over it. but he will do anything just to be close to you. ânânoâ you hiccuped.
he sat you down in an isolated booth and finished the night. he served a few more people and then closed up shop. while he was doing this, you fell asleep. though he didnt wanna wake you, he had to at least get you standing up so he can help you walk to his car. â[reader]âŠ..[reader]â he said while gently shaking you awake. you looked around to see the bar is empty. you looked at him with confusion. âhey, its time for me to take you home.â he said and smiled. you nodded as you rubbed your eyes and got up to walk. since you were still under the influence, you had some difficulty walking on your own. luckily jisung was next to you and ready to help you walk.
he helped you in his car, strapped you in, and began driving you home. âjisung.â you spoke. âyes [reader]?â he replied. âwhy are you doing this?â you said softly. âbecause i care about you. i care about your safety.â he said. sure it was the truth but it wasnt the whole truth. âif you cared, why did you go off with that ugly ass lady?â you asked. he grinned a bit. âshe took me to her house, we made out but i told her i wasnât interested in her. i told her i had my eyes on someone else.â he said. you went from being slumped over looking out the window to now sitting up and looking at him. âyou did? what happened after that?â you asked invested. âshe brought me back to the bar, i got in my own car and left.â he replied.
you eventually arrived at your home and he helped you in and helped you get settled. âji?â you called. he looked at you. âcan you stay the night with me? i dont want to be alone. i wanna be with you.â you said. he smiled softly and nodded. you both got into your bed and laid there. both of you are awake, both are scared to say something. â[reader], remember when i said that i told the lady i was interested in someone else?â he spoke. âyeah.â you answered. âwell, ever since you came into the bar, ive been interested in you. i was too scared to introduce myself. after i learned that you were going through a break up, i tried to suppress my feelings and make sure i was there for you. im trying to say that i want you. i know you want me as well.â he said as he looked at you.
his words made you smile, âi do, want you.â you said as you looked at him and snuggled closer. he leaned a bit closer to your face, his breath fanning your face. you were the one who closed the gap and kissed him. it was one peck, then he came back and started to kiss you passionately. you climbed on top of him, not breaking the kiss. as the room started to get hot, you started to take off your shirt. him taking off his shirt revealing his slim but muscular body. jisung reached up and unclasped your bra straps. your bra fell down your body showing off your beautiful tits. he looked in awe.
he looked you in the eyes before taking one of your nipples and sucking on it. the other nipped was being teased by this free hand. you started to grind yourself on him to relieve some of the pressure. he groaned a bit as youre right on top of his cock. you threw your head back as he swirled his tongue over your sensitive nipple. he also started to rock his hips upwards to meet your pussy halfway. this causing both of you to moan softly. âi cant wait anymore ji.â you said needily. âokay baby, let me take care of you.â he said softly.
you climbed off him and laid on your back, jisung taking off your pants and then getting up to take off his. he laid down between your legs. âwow, so wet. and your pussy is so pretty. just like you baby girl.â he said as he looked up at you. it made you blush and subconsciously close your legs, but he caught them in time. he leaned in and licked it. a small teasing lick. you whined as you grew needier and needier for him. he heard your whines and stopped teasing. he began to really savor you by sucking on your clit. then dipping his tongue in and out of your hole. you moaned loudly as hes doing this to you. âthat feel good?â he asked. âmmhm~â you replied not really able to say anything.
you started to rock you hips against his mouth and he started licking faster. you grabbed his hair and pushed his head into you for more. he giggled softly at this, the vibrations of it causing you to feel closer to your climax. âjust like thatâah! just like that~â you screamed softly. he cooed into you again sending vibrations to your clit. you felt your high approaching quickly. as if his mouth wasnt enough, he took two fingers and fingered you quickly. this making your high wash over you. with a loud âfuck!~â you came hard.
your legs were shaking slightly from how intense it was. you sat up and kissed him deeply. tasting yourself made you moan. you pulled back. âyour turn.â you smirked. he laid down and you sat between his legs. his fully erect dick was leaking some pre. you licked a fat stripe from the bottom of his dick to his pretty tip. he hissed at the sensation. you did that two or three times before you took his tip and started to suck on it. âoh goodnessâoh goâthat feels nice.â he whimpered. you smiled as you took his length all the way down. it took him by surprise and he subconsciously bucked his hips upwards. whatever didnt fit in your mouth, you took your hand and jerked it.
you bobbed your head and jerked him quickly, then slowly to tease. you kept that same pattern for about 5 minutes before he says âshitâbaby..im gonna..âm cumming~â. you stopped before he could, he looked at you in amusement. âyoure gonna regret that honey.â he chuckled. he flipped you over so you were on your back. he lined himself with you. âis this okay? we dont have to move on if you dont want to.â he said.
âim sure, i want this, i want you.â you moaned slightly. no more words were said as he slid himself into you. he was a couple inches bigger than your ex but he was definitely wider. the stretch making your toes curl. âoh my god baby, youre tight. its feels so good princess.â he moaned as he bottomed out. he stroked himself slowly in, slowly out. it was making your eyes roll back. you gripped his arm âfaster, please ji. i need itâŠi needâit!â you moaned loudly as he sped up like you asked. he was knocking the wind from your lungs, it felt so good!
âi know you need it, you like how it feels? hm? you like how i fuck you?â he whispered in your ear. he reached his hand down and rubbed your clit. this made you closer quickly. âyes! yesyesyesâfuck im cumming!â you nearly screamed. he pulled out quickly and let you calm down. you frowned and whined. âtold you, youâd regret not letting me cum.â he said. he turned you on your knees so you were in doggy position. he stroked himself a couple times before pushing himself back into you. jisung threw his head back and he rocked himself into you. he gripped your hips as he dragged you on and off his cock.
from this angle, you felt your climax about to hit again. maybe even harder than before. by this time, jisung was also close. his hips starting to lose rhythm and became sloppier by the seconds. âfuck [reader], youre gonna make me fuckinâcum!â he whined. you were so close to yours that you barely understood what he was saying. after a couple more hard thrusts of his hips, you were screaming and crying slightly as your orgasm hit you like a bus. he fucked you through your high. shortly after you he pulled out and started to stroke himself. âoh my godâim cummingâŠim cuâmâ gonnaâfuck!â he moaned as he finished on your back.
after you both calmed down and cleaned up, he kissed you on the lips again. âim all yours baby, im all for you.â he said. you smiled as you let yourself drift back to sleep.
fin!

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yandere!azul ashengrotto x (female) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, dub-con, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, somnophilia, obsession, power imbalance, abuse of authority, mention of pregnancy, implied alcohol use/inebriation, ceo!azul, secretary!reader note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]
You wake to a dull pressure between your legs, roused from dead, dreamless slumber like a reanimated corpse. Groggily, you blink bleariness away and search through the dimming light for the body propped up above you. Your fingers, clumsy and numb, brush against his chest, climbing up to drag across his collarbone and, ultimately, reaching his face. Heâs without his glasses; twin pools of the deepest sapphire flick over your form, assessing the state of your sentience.
âMmh⊠Mr. A-Ashengrotto?â you mumble, still so out of it. His hips stutter to a halt. Your eyes shut once more, and this time he takes care to move slower. Softer. You arch up into his touch, breathing heavy. âOohâŠâ
What happened? How did you get here? If your spotty memory is to be trusted, you arrived late to the company party, got into a drinking competition with Floyd Leech, and stumbled out into the chilly night, hanging onto the arm of the one and only CEO of Mostro. Your benevolent bossâAzul Ashengrotto.
And now here you are, lying beneath him on a plush bed, your legs wrapped limply around his waist while he rocks into you with a gentleness rivaling that of the smoothest sea. Just beyond the rain-spattered windows, a gloomy cityscape sprawls. Youâre not sure where you are or what floor youâre on. Exhausted, your mind a muddled wreck, you force your eyes open.
âMr. Ashengrotto, what are youâŠâ You swallow dryly. Hangover sticks to you like wet socks on soles. âWhatâre you doing?â
The hand that had been previously rubbing circles into your hip slides away to grasp at your breast. He rolls your perky nipple between two fingers, marveling at the way it sinks in when he presses down. It springs back with ease, still just as pebbled as before.
âYou should knowââ he starts, only to break off with a low moanâ âthat itâs impossible to out-drink Floyd.â
âNo⊠No, thatâs notââ You suck in a shaky breath through your teeth. His cock curves up inside you, hitting all the right places. âCanât⊠We shouldnât be doing this.â
âWhy not?â
âNot right andâitâs wrong⊠Youâre my boss and itâs notâŠgonna look good.â
âMy dear, is that all you ever think of? Even now, your mind is on work. Wonât you relax?â
âBecauseâŠâ You squirm beneath him, deeply unsettled and yet unable to phrase your protests in sharper terms. âMr. Ashengrottoââ
âAzul,â he murmurs, running his knuckles over your cheek. Sickeningly fond, he has the gall to smile at you like an angel. âIt would make me happy if you called me that in private.â
You try to shake your head. âI canâtââ
âWe offer paid maternity leave,â he reminds you, punctuating that point with a sharp, sudden thrust. Your legs tighten around him out of some bodily instinct.
âDonât want that,â you babble, grabbing at his shoulders. âDonât want a baby. I canâtâneed money to live. Itâs expensive⊠Please, Mr. AshengrottoâŠâ
He tuts, a frown flickering on his handsome face. âYou look so tired. Rest, my dear. Iâm here for you.â
Azul lifts you from the bed, angling his hips down to ensure his seed will find its rightful home in snug, gummy depths. Heâs borderlining the edge of the end, teetering on a pleasurable precipice. You feel yourself falling. In spite of everythingâthe situation and the intention in every thrustâit feels good. Mindless. Intrinsic. Strangely meant to be.
âYou work so hard on my behalf. Such a diligent secretary, always knowing just what I want when I need it.â Azul takes your hand in his, squeezing reassuringly. You shiver at the contactâwhether in revulsion or reverence, he canât say. âAh, but your eating habits are abysmal. You work late and arrive early. You come into the office on the verge of death, and then you lie to my face when I ask if all is well.â He peers down at you, eyes shimmering with an odd emotion. âWhy do you run from me, my dear?â
âA-Azuâooh⊠AzulâŠâ
âWas that so difficult? My name isnât a mouthful. If you say it enough, it may stick permanently. Mrs. (Name) Ashengrottoâwhat a precious title. So musical.â
You follow his hand as it moves to press down against your stomach. You canât be with him. Heâs your boss and youâre his secretary. It wouldnât look right. The rumors that would spread⊠You couldnât handle that sort of pressureâof having all eyes glued to your figure whenever you walk into a room.
âI wanna go homeâŠâ
âYou are home.â
âMy home.â
His expression sours. âI wouldnât call that hovel a home.â
Your head falls back against the pillows. Whatâs the point in debating? Sleep claws at you, dragging you back with greedy fingers. Bile rises in your throat, so you swallow it down. You have to say something. You canât let him have his way. You canât be a mother. Not now. You canât. You canât. You canât.
But itâs so easy to float along and succumb. Itâs so easy to be lazy. Itâs so easy to agree. Itâs what your boss wants. As his dutiful secretary, you must listen and do just as he asks.
âGet some sleep. You need it. Iâll be here when you wake.â
You donât intend to, but your eyes fall shut. His voice is soothing like the sweetest song. With your consciousness now waning, you slip away just as he bottoms out and releases with a groan. Your insides are flooded with cum, but thatâs the last thing you concern yourself with. Itâs what he says next that follows you into your dreams. An ominous omen. A confession.
âI love you, (Name)⊠And soonâquite soonâyouâll love me, too.â
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Blanket Fort
Vi X Fem!Reader
Ch 3 of The List
Other chapters: Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 4
Summary: you and Vi build a blanket fort
cw: pure, unadulterated fluff
word count: 1.4k
an: Howdy y'all! I humbly present chapter 3. Hope you enjoy it. Next chapter I'm gonna keep a surprise, but it includes some familiar faces ;) It also might take me a wee bit longer to write, but Iâll try to get it out within the week. And a big thanks again to my beta reader @mythsretriever, check her out, sheâs pretty cool. Also, Iâve been requested to start a tag list, so let me know if you want to be added! And finally, if you have any requests for fics or ideas for this one, or just want to chat, Iâm all ears! (Please, I want more friends on this app). Men & minors dni
The apartment windows rattled against the heavy rain and rolling thunder raging outside. Lightning lit up the stormy evening sky, casting flashes of light into the apartment. You and Vi were hauled up because of this, but it didnât matter much to you. You were happy to be home with the love of your life for a night off.
You were in the kitchen making dinner (it was your turn), Vi sat watching you from the kitchen island. You were making soup, one of your specialties, because Vi was feeling a bit under the weather, having been fighting a small cold for the past couple days (more than likely caused by the fact that she had just been naked in a lake on a chilly fall night with you a little less than a week ago). You felt slightly guilty, considering you were the one that had taken her to go skinny dipping, as well as the fact that you had not gotten sick at all. You resolved to make her soup; it was the least you could do.
Vi was still keeping the list close, although she had shared some of her ideas and asked you for some more recently. It was a good thing, too, because you had started to think she was instead just writing a novel.
You were adding the last of the spices to the pot of soup in front of you when Vi asked, âHave you ever made a blanket fort?â
Caught slightly off guard, but recovering quickly you answered, âI haveâŠâ
âI know itâs not a very teenager thing to do, but Iâve never made one and I added it to the list a while ago,â she said, eying you hesitantly.
â... so you want to make a blanket fort?â you asked, a small smile creeping onto your lips.
âYa, and I thought maybe today, since the weath-â
âSold!â You cut her off.
âDinner first, of course,â Vi reassured.
You shot her a smile over your shoulder. âOf course.â
You ate at the kitchen table, the soup being accompanied by garlic bread. Vi practically moaned around her fist bite, which made your insides feel fuzzy. You talked about upcoming plans, errands you both needed to run, shows you wanted to watch together; just mundane, domestic things. When you both were done eating, Vi helped you clean up the kitchen, growing more and more antsy by the second. She was practically jumping off the walls by the time you finished wiping the counter down.
âHmm,â you looked around the kitchen, tapping your chin with your finger, âI feel like I forgot to do something.â Of course, you had forgotten nothing, and instead were prolonging Viâs anticipation for your own enjoyment. She caught on when you couldnât keep your sly smile contained.
âYou forgot nothing, itâs blanket fort time!â she practically screamed. She grabbed you by the arm, pulling you towards the living room, but eventually stopped, realizing she didnât actually know what she was doing. She looked around, looking a little hopeless, then turned her eyes on you. âOkay, tell me what we need,â she prompted, her hands open in front of her, ready to grab the first thing you say.
âWell, weâre gonna need blankets, sheets probably, the kitchen chairs, pillows, maybe some books, and the broom, probably.â She stared at you blankly for a second, processing, then leapt into action. Vi ran in the direction of the linen closet, so you went over to the kitchen to collect the chairs.
You were arranging the chairs in front of the couch, two on each side facing away from the space in the middle, when Vi came back with more than an armful of blankets and sheets. It looked as though she had ransacked the entire apartment, taking blankets from anywhere including your bed. You giggled at her overzealousness, and moved quickly to help take some of the blankets she had gathered.
âLooks like you found every blanket and sheet we own,â you said, amused. âThat's good, though. Weâll probably need them all.â You set them down in a pile in front of the area you had designated to be the floor of the fort, which was in front of the couch and directly in line with the TV. Vi surveyed the space, nodding, then looked towards you for the next step. âOkay, first we should cover these chairs with sheets to make our walls. And we might need something heavy like books to keep them in place,â you said. It had been quite some time since you built a blanket fort, but it was all starting to come back to you now.
Vi got right to it, pulling one of the sheets from the pile and draping it over each pair of chairs. You went over to the coffee table (which you had earlier pushed against the wall to make enough space for the fort) and grabbed the books that sat atop it. You put a book on each seat, which held the sheets in place and prevented them from slipping. It was all coming together nicely.
Catching on, Vi asked, âShould we put some blankets down on the floor to make it comfy?â you nodded, happy she was starting to get it. Arranging a sheet down first over top of the area rug, you then layed down two comforters and lined the makeshift walls with pillows, making sure the biggest and comfiest went against the foot of the couch. You both added some extra blankets to snuggle up with once you were settled in the fort later. And then it came time for the roof. Working together, you pulled sheets across the chairs, using multiple to make sure there were no gaps and to ensure the fort was dark inside. Adding some finishing touches, like some electric candles and a small camping lantern, as well as a couple more pillows and blankets, the fort was complete. It wasnât by any means the best blanket fort ever made, but it got the job done, and by the grin on Viâs face, you'd say it was basically perfect.
âReady to get in?â you asked Vi, who didnât even give you an answer before launching herself into the fort. You couldnât contain your giggle as you followed her in, albeit more calmly. It was a tight fit, but curling yourself up around Vi created some wiggle room. Vi threw a couple blankets across your tangled legs and settled into the pillows, pulling you closer by the waist.
The top of the sheet roof plus the angle you were positioned made for a perfect view of the TV, which was exactly what you had hoped for.
âWant to watch a movie?â you both asked simultaneously, which then made you laugh. So predictable.
âI chose last time, so itâs your turn,â Vi offered.
You thought for a second. âPride and Prejudice (2005),â you said. Vi had already thumbed through and pulled it up on the screen.
âSo predictable,â she whispered, shaking her head as a crooked smile appeared.
You gave her a playful shove in the side. âYou know I like the classics. And anyway, Mr. Darcy reminds me of you.â
She scoffed. âHow so?â
âWell, heâs proud, loyal, charming in a goofy way, and I find him rather pretty, especially when he smiles. And you share all of those traits,â you said. âBut I will say your hands are much hotter than his.â
Vi attempted to play off your words, but a small blush crept across her cheeks. âAlright, letâs just start the movie,â she said, nodding towards the TV.
You kissed Viâs shoulder, smiling up at her. âThis was a great idea.â you said, and then proceeded to sneeze.
âOh no, I gave you my sickness, didnât I?â Vi looked at you apologetically. You just shook your head, snuggling back into her and turning your attention to the movie. It didnât matter to you if Vi got you sick. Youâd happily get her germs if it meant getting to also snuggle up with her to watch a movie while it stormed outside.
Eventually, though, and rather predictably, the combination of the movie, the storm, Viâs warm body beneath you, and the comfort of the fort all lulled you into sleep. It looked like youâd be sleeping in the living room tonight. And there was nowhere youâd rather be.
Ko-fi
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Unrequited Love Hurts Like A Bitch
Request: arthur tv angst!!



Pairing: ArthurTv x BestFriend!Reader
Summary: Unrequited love is a bitch
Category: Angst
Word Count: 2k
*****
âBecause whatâs worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?â â James Patterson
Y/n sat in the bustling café, a sanctuary of warmth against the dreary London backdrop. Rain pattered against the windows, each droplet racing down the pane like a tear escaping a tragic story. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sweet pastries filled the air, a comforting balm to the chilly day outside. She sipped her steaming latte, the foam leaving a creamy mustache on her upper lip. The café was her favorite spot, a place where she could lose herself in the comforting buzz of other people's conversations while she worked on her latest YouTube script.
Her thoughts, however, remained unshackled from the tranquil scene before her. They wandered back to Arthur, her best friend and unrequited love. His laughter echoed in her mind, a bittersweet reminder of their friendship and the chasm that lay between them. She watched the people around her, the couples sharing intimate glances, the friends bantering over a cup of tea. It was in stark contrast to the silent confession she held in her heart, a confession she knew would change everything if spoken aloud.
The door chimed as it swung open, and in stumbled Arthur, his cheeks flushed from the cold, rain-soaked hair plastered to his forehead. He looked around the café, spotted her, and beamed. Y/n felt a warmth spread through her chest, but it was quickly overshadowed by the anxiety that grew with every step he took towards her. She knew he was seeing someone else, someone who didn't know the real him like she did. Someone who hadn't shared late-night confessions or seen the vulnerability that only she had the privilege to witness.
"Hey, Y/n," Arthur said, his voice a familiar melody that made her heart ache. He took off his damp coat, revealing the faded band t-shirt she had given him for his birthday. He sat down across from her, shaking off the last droplets of rain, and reached for a napkin to dry his hands. His eyes searched hers, looking for the same camaraderie that had always been there, oblivious to the tumult of emotions swirling within her.
They talked about their day, the mundane details of their lives, but Y/n couldn't shake the feeling that she was losing him to someone else. Each shared giggle felt like a stolen moment, a reminder of the time they had spent together that now seemed destined to fade away. As they sipped their drinks and picked at their food, the weight of her secret grew heavier. The words she longed to say remained trapped behind her teeth, a cage of fear and doubt.
Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, she took a deep breath and decided to confront the elephant in the room. "Arthur," she began, her voice quivering slightly. "I need to tell you something." He leaned in, his eyes full of concern, and she took it as a sign to continue. "I know you're happy with her, but I just wanted you to knowâŠ" Her voice trailed off as she watched his expression shift from confusion to surprise, and then, as understanding dawned, to something she couldn't quite read.
He remained silent for what felt like an eternity, his eyes searching hers as if trying to find the truth in them. The café's chatter faded into the background, and all she could hear was the rhythmic patter of the rain and the erratic thumping of her own heart. The moment stretched on, the air thick with the unspoken words that hovered between them. "Y/n," he said finally, his voice gentle. "What is it?"
The words she had rehearsed so many times in the safety of her own thoughts now felt clumsy and inadequate. "You can't tell I am in love with you because you were too busy loving someone else to notice me." she blurted out, the confession slipping through the cracks of her carefully constructed façade. The silence that followed was deafening, and she wished she could pull the words back in, swallow them down like a mouthful of hot coffee gone cold. But it was too late. They hung in the air, a declaration of love that she had hidden for so long.
Arthur's eyes widened, and his hand paused mid-air, holding a piece of cake. For a moment, he looked like he had been slapped. Then, ever so slowly, a smile began to creep onto his lips, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Y/n," he murmured, his voice a mix of shock and something else she couldn't quite place. "I had no idea." He took a deep breath, and she watched the color drain from his cheeks. "What do you expect me to say?"
Y/n felt her chest tighten, her heart racing. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just⊠I had to tell you. It's been eating me up inside." She looked down at her hands, twisting the napkin into a tight ball. The café's ambiance, once a comfort, now felt suffocating. The walls seemed to close in around them, and she wished she could take it all back.
Arthur set his fork down and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. The silence grew heavier, a palpable force pressing down on them. "I need some time to process this," he said finally, his voice measured. "I care about you, Y/n. More than you know. ButâŠ" He trailed off, his gaze drifting out the window. Raindrops continued their frantic dance, as if mimicking the chaos of emotions within the cafĂ©.
Their conversation stalled, and the air grew colder than the rain outside. They both knew that nothing would ever be the same again. The friendship they had cherished was now tainted by the revelation that had been festering beneath the surface for so long. Y/n nodded, understanding all too well that she had just cracked open a Pandora's box of feelings that could never be stuffed back in.
They finished their meal in silence, the usual banter replaced by a tension that was as thick as the London fog. When they stood to leave, Arthur hugged her, holding on longer than usual. His embrace was warm, but she could feel the hesitance in his arms. He didn't know how to navigate this new landscape of their relationship, and she didn't blame him. As they parted, he whispered, "We'll talk soon, okay?" But the promise held a question she wasn't sure she wanted to answer.
*****
Outside, the rain had turned into a drizzle, the cobblestone streets reflecting the dull glow of the streetlights. Y/n pulled her hoodie tight around her, the chill seeping into her bones. She watched Arthur walk away, his figure growing smaller and smaller until he was swallowed by the misty night. With a heavy sigh, she turned and began the lonely trek back to her flat. Her heart felt bruised, the weight of her confession a permanent fixture in her chest.
The walk home was a blur of wet pavement and neon lights, each step echoing the thud of her heart. She thought of the laughter they had shared, the late-night adventures, the comfort she had found in his friendship. Now, it all felt tainted by the love she had never dared to voice. Would they ever find their way back to that easy camaraderie? Or would the shadow of her love always loom between them?
Once inside her cozy flat, she collapsed onto her bed, the quietness enveloping her like a cold, unwelcome blanket. The glow of her laptop screen cast a lonely light on the walls, a stark reminder of the YouTube channel that had brought them together. As she lay there, the words of her confession echoed in her mind. She had hoped that speaking her truth would set her free, but instead, she felt more trapped than ever.
The days turned into weeks, and the anticipation of Arthur's response grew more unbearable with each passing moment. The silence between them was a constant reminder of the secret she had shared. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to regret it. The truth had been set free, and now she could breathe, even if it hurt.
Y/n threw herself into her work, creating content that was more authentic than ever before. Her videos took on a new depth, a raw emotion that resonated with her viewers. Yet, every time she uploaded a new video, her thoughts strayed to Arthur. Would he watch them? Would he see the change in her? Would he understand the subtext hidden behind her smile?
One evening, as she sat in the dim light of her bedroom, editing a particularly introspective piece, her phone buzzed with a message notification. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw Arthur's name light up the screen. He had been scarce, their interactions reduced to awkward nods and forced smiles when their paths crossed. But tonight, he had reached out.
"Y/n," the message began, "I've been thinking about what you said. I know this isn't easy for either of us. Can we meet up? Just to talk. Like we used to?" The words hung in the digital void, a lifeline thrown into the stormy sea of their friendship. She typed back a simple "Yes," her thumb hovering over the send button for what felt like an eternity before finally letting it go.
The café was quieter than usual when they met again. The rain had stopped, but the dampness remained, clinging to the air like a ghost of their past. They sat in their usual spot, the warmth of the café a stark contrast to the coolness that had settled between them. Arthur's eyes searched hers, and she knew he was looking for answers she wasn't sure she had.
"I don't know what to say," he began, his voice tight with emotion. "I care about you, more than I can put into words. But I'm with someone else. And I don't want to hurt her." Y/n nodded, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. She knew this was coming, had braced herself for it, but hearing the words still stung like a slap to the face.
"But I can't ignore what you've told me," he continued. "I need to figure out what this means for us, for our friendship." His hand reached across the table, tentatively touching hers. The electricity of his touch sent a jolt through her, a reminder of all she had confessed to feeling.
They talked for hours, navigating the minefield of their emotions with caution. Arthur listened intently, his gaze never leaving hers as she spoke of her love and the pain of watching him with someone else. His eyes searched hers, looking for a way to bridge the gap that had grown between them. And for the first time since her confession, she felt a flicker of hope.
*****
As they left the café, the London night had grown darker, the stars obscured by the city's glow. They stood on the sidewalk, the weight of their conversation hanging in the air. Arthur took a deep breath, his hand still holding hers. "I need some time," he said, his voice barely audible above the distant hum of traffic. "But I promise we'll figure this out."
Y/n nodded, a sad smile playing on her lips. She knew she had no other choice but to wait, to hope that the friendship they had built could weather this storm. As she watched him walk away, she felt a strange mix of relief and fear. The confession had changed everything, but it had also brought a clarity she hadn't expected.
The chilly air stung her cheeks as she made her way home, her thoughts racing. The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear: she had been brave enough to tell Arthur how she felt. And whether they found their way back to each other or not, she knew she had done what she needed to do. The story of their friendship had taken a new turn, and she was ready to face whatever chapter came next.
*****
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A New End: Fun House

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader
This series contains: gn/ afab reader, spoilers, angst, canon typical violence, cussing, smut
previous - this is part 5
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|\/\/\| fun house |/\/\/|
Itâs beginning to get cold.Â
Raindrops have trickled through the ceilings of every hideout youâve stayed in for the past month. In the crisp autumn air, youâve taken to layering more clothes and throwing a few extra blankets over your sleeping mat.Â
Today, grey clouds give way to a black night. The mist and rain have cleared. Itâs a nice break, even if it leaves the air more biting than usual. You donât mind it though, as long as you can still warm up at the end of the day. Spinner works to light the fireplace beneath the crumbling mantle in the house youâve all been squatting in for a few days. It could be worse, at least this spotâs cozy.
Eri has adjusted as well. Initially, she was relieved to leave the Yakuza headquarters. Beyond that, you found that she was still a bit apprehensive of the group, seeing the league of villains as an extension of where she came from. Also, she's smart. She knows she was taken here because of her quirk and the potential to create a weapon with it (although, half the group including you just saw a child in distress and wanted to save her from whatever was happening.)Â
âLetâs just get it over with then,â Shigaraki decided. "The sooner the quirk blocking bullets are produced in a lab, the sooner she can be safe from anyone else."
After Toga drew a small vile of Eri's blood, Compress brought her a ton of candy, and Twice made her whatever toys she wanted. Tomura said heâd pass it off to some doctor but thatâs all heâll need. She kept eyeing him skeptically, given that his quirk is similar to Overhaul's you can see why. You can tell he hasn't interacted with many children, but he made an effort to reassure her. Sitting on his knees to be at her level, he promised her that no one will hurt her again and sheâs free to be a normal kid now, whatever that means to her. That took a while to set in, but she's getting there.
Then came the small issue no one had thought through: none of you actually know how to take care of a kid now that you have one.
Everything Shigaraki and Dabi thought they knew is massively skewed. Both want so badly to give her a good childhood but don't know where to start. They were the first two eliminated from having babysitting shifts. After that, they took to hanging around the general area looking like they want to help but have no idea how to interact with a child.
Toga and Twice were the next eliminated. Both are excited to spend time with Eri, but easily distracted. Fortunately, it became quickly apparent she doesnât really need anyone to sit and watch her all day as long as there is still someone around when she needs something. With what little you know of her past, you've found that the constant attention was overwhelming for her anyways. At first she was afraid of asking for anything, but she's getting better at it and, more importantly, you're all getting better at preemptively checking in on her. She mostly keeps to herself, reading books and playing games on Spinnerâs switch when heâs not using it. He plays games with her every evening now, which has been nice to watch her opening up to someone.
Youâve all started seeing Eri as a little sister, even Dabi who was the most concerned about the idea of having a child around the league at first. Hearing the bits and pieces of what sheâs shared about her life, he caved quickly and has now become her biggest supplier of stuffed animals. Some are a little charred around the edges but she doesnât seem to mind. Having her around seems to be helping morale.
After the league reunited, youâve all had a lot more downtime. Time to plan. Think. Exist, even. In spite of the chilly autumn weather, youâve resumed visiting demolished buildings to calm your nerves. Tomura, who youâve now been calling by his first name (at least outside of meetings), usually goes with you. Things have been heating up with him now, at least in private. Typically, when he joins you, the two of you talk through the whole walk before spending most of the evening sitting quietly together. Nearly always ending up in each otherâs arms before the night ends. Sometimes you just leave to find somewhere secluded to make out without any intention of pretending to do anything else.Â
This morning he subtly asked if youâd go somewhere new with him tonight, whispering quietly enough that no one else in the house could hear the two of you talking. None of the league knows what youâre up to, but you know they all have their suspicions by now. Both of you have been walking around with kiss chapped lips for weeks after sneaking off together.
Yesterday Toga asked how long youâve been dating Tomura and you werenât sure what to say. Itâs not exactly like youâre dating, but you have feelings for him and they seem to be reciprocated. Why else would he spend almost every evening with you? Unless he only finds you attractive, wants to makeout with someone every night, and you just happen to be around. That would explain why he hasnât let anyone else in the league know.
In any case, youâre leaving around ten or eleven on what may or may not be a date and you arenât really sure how to ask about that without potentially making things weird for everyone. As much as youâd love to say that doesnât stress you out and that youâd be fine just making out with him every night without any idea of where itâs leading, you dwell on it all day.

As soon as youâre around him, all weird feelings dissolve. Tomura waves goodbye to Eri on the way out the door before letting Spinner know the two of you will be out on a mission late tonight. Given that heâd never go on any mission without his hands and the fact that heâs specifically kept you as far from harm as possible, this isnât the most believable lie. Spinner plays along anyways. He smiles knowingly and nods before turning back to the Super Mario game he and Eri are engulfed in.
âSo,â you ask once youâre both out the door, âwhat's the mission?â
âItâs a surprise,â he smirks at you from under his hood and you melt inside.
After walking at least an hour, you finally arrive at his chosen destination.
âA theme park?â
âYeah,â he adds, âitâs been closed for years. I thought we could check it out. Come on.â You follow him to the entrance as he decays the chain and lock holding the fence together.
The two of you pass under the massive arched entryway, graffiti littered poles to either side. It feels grand, or it should. You can just imagine the ghosts of a past life dancing through the open aisle ahead. It leaves you feeling nostalgic for memories that arenât even yours.Â
âItâs cute,â you decide. He blushes.Â
Grabbing his arm, you pull him past the vacant stalls and roller coasters overgrown with plants. This place is beautiful, in its own way. Thereâs an eerie calmness to it.
You walk past more roller coasters. A ferris wheel that looks like itâll tip over at the slightest breeze. Eventually, you find yourself in front of an old fun house. With a quick glance to each other, itâs decided and you both climb the stairs and duck in.
The floor shifts under you, seemingly at random. You remember places like this being difficult to navigate as a child, but to your adult bodies the sliding tiles and rolling tunnels are almost comical. It takes you back to better days, or at least days you remember more fondly. You think of all the good times that have happened in this place before it was left deserted, collecting dust until someone comes along seeking the thrill of entering. Tomura seems to navigate it well too, gliding through the obstacles with cat-like dexterity.
Your confidence lets you get a little too comfortable with it. Around the corner, a hallway of spinning pillars catch you off guard when you lean into one and it gives, throwing you into Tomuraâs shoulder. He laughs, pulling you against his chest. Your chin tips to meet his mouth, kissing him while youâre still giggling.
Hanging out with him like this is easy.
You pull him around another corner and through a dark corridor into the next room.
The space is only lit by the tiny lights on your phones, but you can clearly see where the mirrors are. The cracks in the panes under years of dust lining the edges gives them away. A trail of broken glass litters the path ahead of you, shining like a creek trickling through the maze.Â
Tomura pushes your back into one of the few unbroken surfaces. The two of you have spent countless nights sneaking away to make-out, but this time it feels different. Every other time has been leisurely. Thereâs never been a need to push further. But tonight, the tension between you grows in a way that makes you crave as much of him as you can get.
âI want to try something,â he mumbles into your lips, âis that okay?â
âYeah,â you breathe, not taking your mouth off of his.Â
He kisses down your neck, gently sucking and nipping as he goes. With some effort, he pulls one of your pant legs off, leaving the other to slide down to your knee.
Surrounded by the cool stagnant air, you shiver slightly but his closeness is warm enough. The broken glass still crunches beneath the soles of your shoes as you pull yourself close enough to be surrounded by his jacket.Â
Itâs not until he has your leg hiked over his hip and heâs pulling your underwear to the side that you realize just how wet you are. You know he notices too when the pad of his middle finger grazes your skin, his pinky and thumb tucked tightly into his palm away from you.
âThis still okay,â he whispers in a voice youâve never heard; one filled with both want and restraint.
âUh-huh,â you gasp back at him, hands clinging to the sleeves of his jacket.
Pulling his free arm around you, he holds you close and begins rubbing harder. His rough skin slips easily against yours. Sliding back and forth teasingly before his finger curls up into you. First to one knuckle, then to the next. He gasps in shock at how easily his finger slides in and again at how tight you clench around him. Your breath catches, reverberating back from the off kilter surfaces surrounding you.Â
All of his movements are over-controlled, but they hit right. He notices. Every time you squeeze against his fingers or tense in his arms, he makes it a point to repeat the motion again. In no time, your knees are weak and youâre holding onto him to stay upright. You can tell heâs getting off on it too.
âNever thought Iâd get to do this,â he moans into your neck, âyou trust me so much.âÂ
Heâs right, you really do trust him. At no point tonight have you felt even slightly uncomfortable with him touching you this close. Somehow, knowing how powerful his hands are in comparison to how careful he's being with you now makes it all even hotter.Â
In the mirror to your left echoes an endless sea of Tomuras infinitely surrounding an endless sea of you. Seven different angles of him burrowing his face into your shoulder; of you gripping his back. Your fingernails digging into the fabric of his jacket.Â
Out of everything youâve ever seen him use his hands for before, fucking you with them is by far your favorite. Based on the way heâs looking at you, itâs his too. He stares at your face with a slight smirk, eyes lighting up every time you react.Â
Of course you've had an orgasm before, but with him it's different. There's no sharp up into a quick finish. Everything feels amazing and continues to roll continuously through repeated highs.   Â
At some point, it becomes overwhelming and he backs off. Slowly rolling back his pace, lessening the pressure of his palm against your clit, and slipping his fingers gently out of you.Â
You stare up at him, still in a haze. He wipes his hand off on the inside of his jacket before brushing the tears from your eyes. After staring at you for a moment, he kisses your forehead then helps you balance as you work your leg back into your pants.Â
Turns out a fun house is a bit more difficult when the blood still hasnât returned to your brain, but Tomura lets you cling to him and helps you through the rest of the maze. The two of you come to the exit and sit at the edge of the slide for a while, looking out over the city lights in the distance. Eventually, you tangle your ring and middle finger with his before sliding down and heading through the park gates.
Whatever this is, you can figure that out later. All that matters right now is you and Tomura and the warm way he looks back at you as he leads you back to the hideout, hand in hand.
Youâd follow him anywhere.

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KC cast when you're sick
Because I'm sick :(
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Ronin:
You weren't online on the server for the whole day, so obviously Ronin got curious. Usually you would at least leave him a message like "Sorry work will keep me away for the whole day" , but this time there was only radio silence from your side.
It didn't take Ronin a long time to reach your home, you gave him a spare key if he needed to hide from the police or wanted to get to your house at random times (mostly night when you're asleep and he just wanted to annoy you) he entered your home and went straight to your bedroom.
There you were, asleep, sweat all over your body, sticking your clothes to you. Used tissues all around your bed and desk, a mug with long cold tea on the bed stand. Ronin approached your bed and moved his hand to your forehead.
"You're burning up darlin', no wonder you're asleep and offline." He murmured to himself and slowly made his way to your bathroom to her a cold wet cloth, once he made you one from a towel he placed it on your forehead. Seeing you so sick made him feel uneasy. Yeah Ronin liked it when you were in ruin, but not when it causes physical harm to you.
He sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at your sleeping form. He's playing with your hair between his fingers. When he saw your whole body shivering because of how cold you felt, he got under the covers next to you and held your body so close to himself, that he could feel your breath on his neck.
Headcanons yay!
Ronin will cuddle with you for the whole time you're asleep, he will change the wet cloth on your forehead from time to time so you will cool down quicker.
He will help you wash up, because you will feel somewhat better after a good shower/bath.
"Christ darlin', just how messy can you be when you're sick?" He asks you, while he's collecting every tissue from the floor and your furniture to throw them out.
Ronin will make you tea whenever you ask him to, or he will buy you some warm soup to help you get better.
He will come by your place daily at least until he's absolutely sure that you're no longer bedridden.
If anyone in the server will complain about your absence or ask about your whereabouts and you don't really want everyone to know that you're sick, he will tell them to fuck off and wait for you to come back online.
Ronin will buy you medicine if he notices that you're out of some or just don't have any.
V:
The two of you were taking a late night stroll. V had to take the dogs he rescued for a walk, and you just happened to tag along.
You were walking through a forest behind V's house, enjoying the wind and the chilly night.
Unfortunately on your way back, it suddenly started to rain and you ended up being soaked. V decided that you will spend the night in his place and go back home in the morning.
Well, after you woke up there was no way that you could even get up from his bed. Your immune system has always been really weak and susceptible to catching illnesses. So you weren't really that surprised when it turned out that you have a high fever and can barely talk with your throat sore.
"Here, please try to eat this, my love. You shouldn't take medicine on an empty stomach." You looked up at V, who helped you sit up and placed a plate with a sandwich on your lap. "If you can't eat by yourself then I suppose that I should feed you." The blush on his face reached his ears and you would chuckle if it wasn't for your sudden cough.
Headcanons >w<
V will spend a lot of time with you, he will read you a book or talk to you until you fall asleep.
He will tuck you into bed so perfectly that you will be covered from head to toe so your body will stay warm..
V will guide you to the bathroom and stay outside close to the door so if you call for him he will be there immediately to assist you.
V has a lot of medicine in his kitchen, so he will give you any medicine you may need.
Because V doesn't really have a job, he will stay with you for the whole day, unless someone needs to be served justice.
V's less dangerous animals will sometimes be let into the bedroom so you can enjoy their company.
Misaki:
After you arrived in Japan to visit Misaki it turned out that you were stuck with food poisoning after eating in one of the restaurants Misaki took you to.
At first they found it really funny, but then panic hit them. You didn't just have any stomach issues, you had a high fever. They basically threw you into their bed and told you to not move a muscle or they will tie you down.
Misaki was a really clumsy nurse they almost spilled hot soup on you, another time they lost the medicine they were given by their mom.
"Jeez, why is taking care of someone so hard?" They groaned and fell to the bed, squeezing themselves next to you.
Headcanons :3
Misaki's mom gave them instructions on how to take care of you, she gave them soups and medicine. They listened to her words and tried their best to follow her instructions.
They put you in their clothes after they almost spilled soup on you "Don't worry babe, next time you will dirty my clothes. There won't be a next time of course." They said confidently.
Misaki spoon fed you the food their mom gave them, even when you said that you are not dying and can feed yourself.
When Misaki had to go to work they assigned their mom as your new caretaker and she was happy to oblige. The woman was extremely kind and helpful, sometimes she spoke up her worries about Misaki's health and how happy she was that they have you now.
After you get better, Misaki will still panic about you getting sick again so they will test every food you are about to digest.
Misaki will brag to the server about what an amazing caretaker she is to you, even though most of the work was done by their mom.
Angel:
One day after you returned from work, you had to take a live interview with a popular singer for their channel, you turned out to be sick. Angel, of course, noticed just how sick you were and immediately rushed you into bed, she helped you change out of your clothes into some more comfortable ones.
She laid you down in bed and clung to you.
"Angel, you will get sick too." You mumbled and tried very hard not to give in to her touch.
"Shhh, you have to sleep, and my body will give you warmth." She chuckled sweetly and kissed you on the cheek.
Headcanons <3
Angel keeps you company at all times, unless she's working that is, although she spends less time on her channel with you being bedridden.
She will cook for you, her cooking is really good. You were pretty surprised when you saw actual food in her fridge and not human remains.
Angel is very clingy, holding your hands and hugging you while you sleep or just lay down in her bed.
Sometimes when Ronin comes by to pay his bestie a visit, she will tell him to keep quiet because you're asleep and he will have to listen unless he wants to be treated with a chainsaw.
When Angel actually gets sick, you will give her the "Didn't I tell you? " Stare and told her to call her model gigs off.
When you can't fall asleep but your body really needs to nap, Angel will sing a lullaby just for you to fall asleep.
Hope you liked it ^^ I'm totally not sick :d
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