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outerbankies · 3 years ago

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new light part 11: just one night — rafe cameron

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summary: rafe finally gives his father the ultimatum he’s been sitting on for months; you immediately, if unknowingly, show him that it was one hundred percent worth it.

pairing: rafe x reader

warnings: swearing, alcohol, suggestive content/very VERY light smut not sure if u can even call it that but minors dni thanks

a/n: holy shit hiiiii!!! thanks for waiting on this one, and thanks to my moots who talked it through with me <3 alright, there will officially be 12 parts of new light, followed by an epilogue. so just one more after this! buckle up, enjoy, come talk to me afterrr

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but if you give me just one night

Rafe gets one more kiss on the cheek from you before you leave him for the night. He’s walking you to your front door like he normally would, making sure you and your dog get inside safely, not turning and walking back to his truck until he hears you deadbolt the door. It’s the same but so different—nostalgic but still new again at the same time. It’s almost like the beginning of your relationship when you were getting to know each other all over again, becoming used to each other in a different way.

And it’s this weird place in between being back to what you once were, and hopefully carving out another new part of this relationship. Rafe couldn’t explain it if he tried—you had barely assured him at all verbally, but he almost feels like laughing once he gets back inside his truck, cheeks flushed from the cold and from you, smiling the whole way home, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel as he just breathes.

He realizes halfway home he has to circle back to the grocery store, where he’d completely abandoned his original plans once he ran into you, and you both literally dropped everything. He’s thankful for the sweatshirt and hat combination he’s sporting, not keen to interact with anyone he’d recognize that might ask him why he’s smiling the way he is.

“Sorry Wheez,” he apologizes upon his arrival at home, ruffling his youngest sister’s hair as he greets her in the kitchen. He tosses the box of hot chocolate packets she’d requested onto the counter, leaning up against it. “Got a little caught up.”

She looks up from her phone, considering him skeptically. “For over an hour?”

Rafe just shrugs. “Busy. It’s Thanksgiving this week, y’know. Lot of people buying a lot of food and… whatever.”

“Okay. Whatever. Do you want some?”

“Sure,” Rafe nods absent-mindedly, mind already miles away from the kitchen in which he stood.

The adrenaline of seeing you, getting to touch you and hold you again, was quickly shedding off of him in waves, shattering, cracking, and peeling until he’s barely anything more than an anxious mess with nothing to do but wait for you to be ready. Which he could do, he reminds himself.

“I’ll have one too, sweetie.”

His father’s voice immediately sets Rafe’s spine straight as a board, thoughts of you clearing and eyes shifting to the man standing in the entryway of the kitchen. Rafe doesn’t say anything in greeting, just nodding before glancing to the other end of the kitchen, ready to make his exit if—when—he needs to.

“Okay, so three mugs,” Wheezie murmurs, busying herself with pulling things out of the cabinets.

Things were always tense between Rafe and his dad, he can’t remember one moment recently where they hadn’t been—actually. But ever since his birthday, things had only been worse. You hung up on him and his hands shook with his next moves, typing in his dad’s contact to have the conversation he should’ve demanded months ago.

“Rafe, did you check in with Ezra like I asked?” Ward asks, the smile reserved for his sisters slipping off of his face in an instant once he addresses his son.

“Yes, sir. We wrapped up today for the holiday weekend.”

“You’re not working at all tomorrow?” Ward asks, looking surprised.

“No,” Rafe says, eyebrows furrowed, nerves coming to the surface. “Ezra said he cleared it with you, that the financial team was done today, ’til next Monday.”

“Huh,” Ward says in consideration. “Alright. If you feel like you’ve earned that.”

Rafe can feel Wheezie looking at the two of them, knows she’s picked up on the tone shift just like he has. Rafe almost sighs, concedes to logging some hours tomorrow. But then he thinks about you, what he told you, promised you. And himself. “I do. My department’s off tomorrow, dad. So I am too.”

But as much as he hates it sometimes, Rafe is his father’s son, because Ward doesn’t back down either. “Let me guess. Big plans with Y/n? Kelce’s dad told me about his uh—party?”

“It’s a bar crawl.”

“You’re taking Y/n to the bars?” he asks, sounding as if he’s barely holding back a laugh. Rafe doesn’t feel the same inclination to throw something at him like he would have a few months ago whenever his dad so much as mentioned your name, but it’s not exactly a terrible thing that there’s nothing within his immediate reach right now.

“Dad,” he warns, shooting him a look.

“Just seems a bit… beneath her.”

Rafe immediately heads for the doorway in which his father came, not stopping to look for confirmation. “I’ll meet you out on the deck.”

His father gives him about five minutes to pace the deck in contemplation, before appearing with a freshly poured finger of whiskey, one hand tucked into his pocket and an exasperated look on his face. “What now?”

“What now—dad,” Rafe starts, doing his best not to slip into son mode. He knows his father will be more receptive if Rafe treats this like business. He briefly contemplates an alternate reality, where he’s actively seeking out his father for advice on how to treat you right, not working overtime to protect you from him instead. But that’s a false reality his father had been chipping away at for years, until it was staring Rafe in the face over the summer. “I thought we understood each other, when we talked on my birthday?”

“Your birthday?” Ward asks, swirling his glass. “Ah, you mean when you called me after I sent you a nice bottle of champagne to berate me for looking out for you?”

“Look—looking out for me?”

“I’m just trying to get you to be realistic about this girl, son. She’s distracting you, and she doesn’t care how hard you work—”

“No. Stop,” Rafe says, willing his voice not to waver from the sheer frustration thrumming under his skin. “I told you to back off of her.”

“Huh,” Ward says, glint in his eye. “And yet I can’t seem to figure out why. Because it seems to be the consensus around town that you two aren’t really an item anymore.”

Rafe doesn’t let himself freeze, show any sign of trepidation or give any indication that he’d been caught out. He knew this was a possibility, your hometown was way too small sometimes. This self-preserving lie he’d kept up for so long—half out of his own assuredness you’d somehow find your way back to him, half out of the fear of the told-you-so look on his dad’s face, the one he’s getting right now—he knew it’d only stick for so long before he was found out. He feels his jaw twitch, but that’s all he gives before clearing his throat. “Yeah, well. Check your sources, then—just dropped her off.”

His father’s eyebrows unceremoniously shoot into his hairline, and Rafe feels the slightest sense of victory. “Really?”

“Really. But you know what? That wouldn’t even matter, dad,” he says. “I don’t care what happens—you can’t talk about her like that. Not in front of anyone, and not in front of me.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, son,” Ward says around a chuckle, bringing his drink to his lips again.

And then there’s this ugly, dark pit that had been settled in Rafe’s stomach since his sophomore year of college, when his father made him come home to work for him for the first time. And not just the minor tasks he’d been picking up since he was fifteen, or the ride alongs to construction sites he’d always loved as a kid. The first time he’d really had to work for his dad, be his son and his employee simultaneously. The first glimpse into what he’d always thought would be the rest of his life—what he’d warned you about that night on your roof when he asked you to be his. And he’d pushed the feeling about it down for as long as he could, ignoring the anxiety it’d cause him, the pure exhaustion and anguish it often left him with to work for his father.

Until he couldn’t anymore, on the night John B had pulled him aside at that stupid party to ask about you and Ward. When things had already been off between you two for weeks, and he could come up with no good reason as to why. Then you’d looked up at him through your tear-soaked lashes, wobbling lips and shaking voice repeating the words his father said to you. Everything clicked into place when he realized you’d internalized it, had been carrying those words around in your heart and in your head for weeks until you weren’t looking at Rafe the same way anymore, the way he’d finally gotten you to see him after all these years.

This is the first time he’s going to ever verbalize it, but this feeling had been pressing down on Rafe for years.

“You’re right,” Rafe says. “I can’t. All I can do is make it clear to you that this is a deal-breaker for me.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means,” he says, “She’s here to stay, alright? And I refuse to put her through the wringer with you. She’s smart, she’s kind, she’s so fucking good for me, and just so much more than think you she is—she’s the love of my life, dad. And I can’t be involved in the business like this if it’s hurting her. I actually won’t.”

“Won’t what?” Ward asks, looking thoroughly confused at this point.

“Work for you, dad,” Rafe finally admits, wishing he’d grabbed a whiskey too at this point. “She’s—Dad, that girl is everything to me, she always has been.”

“You’d quit the business for her?”

“If I had to put distance between the two of us, I would. And that’s the only way I can think to do it.” Rafe has to take a long breath to quell the tightness in his throat, staring up at the sky and blinking rapidly a few times before speaking again. “Not like there’s much else to our relationship.”

“Rafe, bud—”

“I love her, dad. And if you can’t respect that—well, I guess I should polish up my cover letter, shouldn’t I?”

Rafe swears he sees hurt flash across his father’s face, but it’s hardly an emotion he’s ever seen in him before, so he can’t be sure. And he’s straightening himself out and taking another pull of whiskey, steeling himself before Rafe can even get a read anyways. “Okay. And where will you go?”

“I have options,” Rafe says. This wasn’t how he expected this to go at all, and maybe the slightest glimmer of hope you’d given him at the pool, the tiniest way you’d let your guard down—just like he’d seen you do the first time at the start of the summer—maybe that’s what gives him the push. He thinks about the internships he’d withheld from his dad over the past few years, the resume he’d built, contacts in a network he’d made all on his own. Because maybe in the back of his mind he’d always known it’d end like this. Fuck, he’d even finally accept Beau’s LinkedIn request if he had to—because he knew he deserved better than this, and so did you. “Plenty.”

“This is exactly what I was afraid of, Rafe,” Ward sighs, pinching his brow in anguish. If Rafe hadn’t spent years and years trying to prove himself to this man, only to be met with empty praises or unimpressed write-offs, he might have it in him to be affected by the disappointment. “She’s pulling you away.”

“No,” Rafe says, voice raising in anger. “No, that was all you. Okay? Maybe she gave me a reason. But it’s always been like this between us—you can’t even try to deny that.”

Ward sighs again, polishing off the rest of his glass. “She must be some girl, Rafe.”

Rafe grunts in frustration. “Dad—don’t you like, with Rose? Wouldn’t you protect her from anything you had to?”

“Your little high school sweetheart is hardly comparable to my wife—your stepmother.”

“Maybe to you. But shouldn’t the fact I’m willing to go to these lengths… that should tell you something, dad. And if it doesn’t, I’m not sure what else we have to talk about.”

Rafe leaves his dad’s frozen figure on the deck then, waving his little sister off when she asks about the hot cocoa and taking the stairs to his room two steps at a time, trying not to think about what he just did.

—

mccall: ok everyone is wondering so i’m just gonna ask. have you talked to redacted

davis: i think what this bitch MEANT to ask was how are u doing bb!? how’s home!!!

delilah: no but like… wren is asking too

y/n: he just dropped me off

The group FaceTime call commences in seconds, much to your chagrin—although what could you have expected at this point? Your friends had absorbed Rafe into their orbit within minutes of meeting him, even if it took McCall a few shots to warm up, she came around too once she got to know him. Just how everyone always did around him.

“Hey,” Delilah says, her voice breaking through the mess of log-on sounds and cut off conversations first. She gives you a sympathetic smile. “How are you, Y/n/n?”

“No, don’t answer that yet,” McCall says, voice cutting through before she’s turning back to someone off-screen. “Give me a sec. Mom, it’s my friends. Ex-boyfriend stuff, very important.”

Wren peeks into Delilah’s frame then, readjusting his hair and then waving at the camera. “Hey, Y/n. What’s going on down south?”

You’re rushing to shut your door, glaring at Dylan’s disappointed look aimed at you from across the hall, turning on your fairy lights. “Not much, um. Kinda late here.”

“Okay, I’m here,” Davis announces, his line finally connecting too. “What did I miss?”

“No—wait,” McCall urges. “Cyrus, get the fuck out or I swear—okay. Okay, I’m ready. What did he do?”

“Who? Hometown?” Wren pipes up. “Y’all back together?”

“Oh my god, Wren,” Delilah sighs, giving you an apologetic look. “Babe, please go refill our drinks, yeah? I’ll catch you up after.”

“But—”

“Please.”

“Okay,” Davis starts, blotting a serum into his face once Wren walks off. “Everyone should just shut the fuck up. Let her speak, then we judge later. You saw Rafe?”

“Yeah, on accident,” you emphasize, looking at McCall’s little FaceTime square, her unimpressed expression doing nothing to put you at ease. “I swear, we just ran into each other. There aren't many places to be on this island, alright?”

“Okay, and then what? Wait—did you guys hook up? Did you yell at him, or—”

“McCall,” Davis warns, eyes straying away from his mirror to shoot her a look through the phone.

Delilah is the first one to pick up on your distress, shushing the others. “Hey, so what happened? Was it good?”

“We didn’t—we just talked,” you say. A smile pulls on your lips despite yourself. “Actually, it was nice. He took me to the pool.”

“Ah, good one,” Wren says, appearing in the frame once again, head burrowing into Delilah’s shoulder after he presses a kiss to her head.

“Not gonna lie, have to agree with Wren here,” Davis concedes, hand over his mouth as he grins. “That’s cute.”

“No, stop, you’re all way too romantic. It’s literally so fucking hard being the only earth sign in this friend group,” McCall sighs. “Focus, Y/n. What did he say?”

“Oh, god,” you sigh, falling back onto your bed finally. “Like—everything. We talked about everything. And I didn’t just—guys, you know I wouldn’t just let him off.”

“McCall made sure of that,” Davis grumbles.

“Excuse you.”

“Excuse you, I live there too. I had to listen to every single lecture,” Davis says, readjusting his skincare headband. “Every fucking one.”

You’d tuned the lectures out at a certain point, exchanging listening to McCall’s opinions about the terrors of long-distance and hometown boyfriends for your own fantasies about you and Rafe getting back together. You loved her, and she meant well—but she was scarred, and it definitely affected her judgment. Against her will, too, because you knew she liked Rafe deep down. Very deep down, in a place usually only unearthed by alcohol. “Alright. Guys, I appreciated this Socratic seminar. I think I’m just gonna sleep on it.”

“No, wait—we could put it to a vote,” Delilah says. “Two votes for Rafe.”

She doesn’t even glance at Wren when she says it, who just nods his head and brings his beer to his lips all the same.

“You guys,” you groan. “Come on.”

“Do I get a vote?”

“No, McCall. Because we all know what it is and you still won’t win,” Davis says.

“Alright, go easy on her guys. Make good choices. Good night, Y/n/n,” Wren says, making the decision for everyone else to leave you alone. He ducks out of the frame again after a wave.

“I’ll be off too, my sweet. You got this,” Delilah says, waving. “Text us!”

When it’s just your roommates left, an awkward silence drags until Davis clears his throat. “McCall, hang up.”

“What!” she squawks, mouth falling open in indignation. “I’m being helpful.”

“Nope.”

“Y/n,” she tries, directing her words toward you now. “You know I’m just worried about you.”

“I know, and thank you, really,” you say. “I’ll text you later, yeah?”

“Ugh, fine. Bye uglies,” she says, resigned as she hangs up.

“Talk to me,” Davis says when the two of you are finally, blessedly alone. “What are we thinking?”

You suck in a breath before you unload. “Davis, it was… like. I literally had to physically make myself walk away before I just jumped all over him, or—”

“Okay, that’s not necessarily bad, Y/n.”

“I know, it just means I trust him,” you admit, because it’s true. “I don’t know, though. It was weird—I just felt like I needed to give myself some time?”

Davis nods, squinting in consideration. “I think it’s good that you’re thinking it through. Your man is nothing if not charming—”

“Oh, come on.”

“I’m kidding,” Davis concedes. “But also not. The pool? Come on. But look, he’s great, Y/n—you know I like him for you. And if you trust him, then I trust you. Even so, there’s still nothing wrong with taking some time. Maybe a few weeks while you guys finish out the semester?”

“Weeks?” you squeak, head rearing back from the screen.

“Okay, sorry,” he laughs. “Alright. What about at least a few days? After the holiday.”

“Days… plural. Yeah,” you nod, convincing yourself. “I guess I can think about that.”

“You don’t have to take any more time than you need to, you know that, right?” he says, voice softer. “You’re not an emotional thinker, Y/n. Trust your judgment.”

“I know,” you breathe, thinking of the way you’d felt seeing him. Everything had felt like it clicked into place immediately, but you had made him prove it to you anyways. And he had, ten times over. “I know.”

“But hey, what about the other stuff?”

“What do you mean?”

“You had some regrets too, didn’t you? I know you were beating yourself up over the thing with his dad. And the baby. Maybe you’ll feel better about all this if you tell him about that?” Davis says, lighting a candle in frame.

“Yeah, we talked about that too,” you confirm, nodding your head. “I think we’re okay there. He’s shit at accepting apologies, but—”

“Of course he is, he’s a man.”

“But, I think I got my point across. I hope I did.”

“Then what, my dear,” Davis says dramatically, finally finishing up his routine and giving you his full attention. “Are you waiting for?”

“I don’t know,” you groan.

“You’ll know when you’re done waiting,” he assures you. “It’ll feel right.”

“I guess you’re right.”

Davis sighs, smiling softly at you. “You’re not going to sleep at all tonight, are you?”

“Not a chance,” you agree. “I just wanna see him.”

“Go see him tomorrow,” Davis says.

You just look at him, smiling slightly. “I think I’ll be able to wait that long.”

“Bitch, you don’t even have to do that!” Davis says, clapping his hands. “There are no rules here—chug some chard and show up on his doorstep right now. It’ll be dramatic, and so, so romantic.”

You let yourself briefly consider it, shaking yourself out of it immediately after. “No, I—no. I’m too nervous. What am I even gonna say?”

“Okay, let me get some wine and then you can practice on me tonight. Grab a notepad.”

—

You’ve been sitting on the back deck since sunrise—maybe even a little before. It’s all a blur at this point, the sleep you got and didn’t get, the numerous scenarios you talked through with Davis until you couldn’t stand it anymore, the physical ache your body feels knowing Rafe is within your reach just down the road, all you wanted since August, and you’re not even being held by him.

The skyline of the town you grew up in, beautiful and familiar as it is, isn’t enough to distract you from your thoughts; if you overthought it, if you’re making him wait too long, if the way you feel like Rafe’s an ocean whose tide has always been pulling you in should scare you. Or if you should just run into it, arms and heart open, let him crash over you in waves.

“You’re up early,” your dad says from behind you, two mugs of coffee in hand. You shake your head and smile as you accept one from him, shaky hands settling around the warm ceramic as you bring it to rest in your lap.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“I know,” your dad chuckles. “Heard you stomping around all night. Thought Rafe might have been scaling the wall again.”

“That was one time,” you say around a smile. Rafe still has no idea your dad knew he was sneaking into the house all summer, and couldn’t care less considering he liked Rafe and you were both grown. Your dad had texted you the security camera footage the very next morning: ‘Might wanna tell your boyfriend if he isn’t going to hide his gigantic truck down the block anymore, he may as well start using the front door, too.’ You never shared it with Rafe because you knew he’d quite literally never come over again, and you were a teeny bit selfish.

Your heart sinks a little at the specific memory, Rafe showing up in the middle of the night. So worried about you—seeking your reassurances when you were the one that had been holding back. The first time your relationship was tested, and all it took to iron it out was you being openly vulnerable with your feelings for him.

You have to sideline the memory to give your dad your full attention—or as much of it as you can muster. “But I did see him yesterday, at the store.”

Your dad looks over from where he’d settled into a deck chair next to you. “Did you? That explains the stomping. And the fact that you came home with nothing.”

Your cheeks heat up, realizing for the first time he was right. You might have bid Rafe a good night quick enough that your family (sans Dylan, who texted you immediately to ask if that was Rafe’s truck he heard outside) didn’t see him on the porch, but you guess your dad was more attentive than you thought. “Yeah.”

“What’d you think? Need me to straighten him out for you?”

You roll your eyes, finally bringing your coffee up for a sip. You figure you can’t get any more nerve-y at this point, and you could use the extra energy as you tried to plan the rest of your day. “No, dad. It’s not like that.”

“I’m teasing, I’m teasing,” he says, a hand patting your forearm gingerly where it rests on the chair arm. “I know it’s not.”

“He’s not—he loves me, dad. I know he does,” you sigh, eyes welling up. “I don’t know why I’m holding back.”

“You’re protecting yourself. Maybe a little too much.”

You furrow your eyebrows, looking over at him. “Is that bad?”

“Not all the time,” he says, drinking his own coffee. “I’d rather you be too careful than not enough.”

Too careful. It’s something that you’d always been in so many different ways, but especially when it came to boys and love—when it came to Rafe Cameron.

It started with completely ignoring him whenever you couldn’t hide your feelings around him as a young teenager, no longer talking whenever he’d join a group, sitting as far away from him as possible in whatever classes you shared—even though you’d somehow always get paired up anyways. And it evolved into this practiced indifference that came across as disinterest once you two got older, once Rafe seemed to discover girls and you boys, but never each other. Even though you always knew. Even though you couldn’t help the times you slipped up around him, looked at him too long or pushed a “just friends” boundary too far, and could now look back and recognize the moments when he couldn’t either. These random moments of longing that never amounted to anything, and then you ran far, far away from him.

But the distance and the lessened communication that came with college did nothing to help you shake him. Just like Rafe, you were always prying for information from your friends, or seeking him out at house parties during spring breaks, even if just to exchange greetings and a quick hug. It was just years of hiding, pining, running—until you couldn’t run anymore, until you didn’t want to.

And you realize, you still don’t. And you’ll never want to again.

“Okay,” you say, standing abruptly, handing your coffee off to your dad. He smiles up at you. “I’m gonna go.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Where is this you’re going?” your mom says, making her way out to the patio as well, looking far too put together for this early in the morning. “Will you be back by lunch? You said you’d be home to help before tomorrow, remember? Speaking of—did you invite Rafe?”

“I’m going to see him,” you say, barely paying attention to your mom’s rambles until you hear his name. “Right now, actually.”

“Y/n,” your mother says, sounding slightly scandalized, taking in your attire. “Well not like that you’re not. At least run a brush through your hair, or put on a dress, sweetie—”

But you don’t care, can barely hear her, your messy hair and old embroidered college sweatshirt a mere afterthought as you made your way back into the house in search of your car keys.

“Relax, honey,” you hear your dad reassure her. “Rafe won’t care.”

—

If you could focus on anything besides how nervous you were, you might be the slightest bit regretful you hadn’t taken your mom’s advice. It was a rough night, and you could see it in your face as you sat parked outside of Tannyhill, the driving visor in your Range Rover flipped down so you could take in your appearance. Your best bet is to at least throw on some backup perfume and cherry chapstick from your center console, which you still don’t even do, forcing yourself out of the car as soon as you clock only Sarah and Rafe’s cars parked in the driveway. You really didn’t mind seeing Rose most of the time, but seeing Ward’s SUV in the driveway on the rare occasions Rafe would invite you over to Tannyhill was always enough to put you on edge, so you’re thankful when they’re nowhere to be found even at the early hour.

It’s not until you’re walking up the path to the front door that it dawns on you your realization moment had come nearly at the crack of dawn, the sun higher in the sky at this point but still low enough to paint it hues of pink and blue.

“Y/n?”

Your second thoughts about the early hour dispel at the sound of Sarah’s voice, and you’re waving at her lamely as she looks at you in disbelief. Ah, so Rafe had told her. “Hey, Sarah.”

“Uh, hey,” she says, breaking into a smile. “What are you doing here?”

“Rafe’s home, right?”

“Yeah, he’s home. Think he’s swimming though,” she says, making your eyes widen. “Don’t worry, inside. And Wheezie went to work with Rose.”

“Ah,” you say, nodding in understanding. You rock back onto the balls of your feet a bit awkwardly, hands clasped in front of you. “So, uh—how’s school? Did you end up rushing?”

“No,” she says, smiling. “My friend, Kie—she has this whole thing. Apparently sororities can be, like, wildly unethical?”

You nod, feeling yourself relax a little at the menial conversation. Sarah had always been great at talking your ear off whenever you came around, not that you minded. You always saw the effort Rafe put into connecting with Dylan, and you had no problem doing the same. “Well, I hope you’re still having fun.”

“Yeah,” she says, adjusting her bag in her arms, still smiling at you. “Are you here to like, talk to him… or—”

Sarah’s mischievous prying is thankfully cut off when the crunch of gravel distracts you both, signaling another vehicle pulling up in the driveway—the most disgusting brown van you’ve ever seen in your life.

Your unlikely partner in crime is waving from the driver’s seat to Sarah. But then John B sees you and he just points, a huge smile on his face. You have to refrain from laughing in disbelief, just smiling and pointing right back at him before you finally turn and make your way inside the house, patting a confused Sarah on the shoulder as you pass her by. “Have fun!”

The house is practically dead silent when you enter, the echo of the sound of the door clicking shut bouncing off of the walls.

The drive here and the walk-up was all fueled by pure adrenaline, surprise, fumes, sleep deprivation—who knows. Pretty much anything but the courage you actually needed.

Now you stand in Rafe’s foyer, only your insecurities standing between you and what you wanted. You blackout on the walk down the hall to the Camerons’ indoor pool—hardly the Olympic size Rafe was used to at Kildare Academy, but he said it did the job. If he wasn’t swimming in it during off-season, he was sneaking you and a group of friends in when his dad was out of town in high school—more often than not ignoring anyone else in the vicinity while he hovered around you.

But with so much time spent away you realize you no longer immediately associate Rafe’s home with the high school days—those memories replaced by the last summer you spent here. Intimidating dinners with his family, the random glass of wine with Rose every now and then, hangs with Kelce and Topper in the pool house, the times you’d crouched over the dining room table to help Wheezie with her practice SAT essays.

Rafe sneaking you upstairs to his room whenever he could, leading you out to the Druthers with a smile on his face, or the two of you quietly slipping down to the cellar near the basement to grab a bottle of wine before you went to sit on the porch swing and watch the sunset together. This version of Rafe that used to seem new, but was in actuality all too familiar.

You roll your neck and take one last shaky breath before you’re sliding the door to the pool room open.

He’s sitting on the side of the pool when you enter, chest heaving like he’d just finished a few laps, looking down at where his legs rest in the water. His hair is a wet mess, his goggles pulled up to his forehead. Rafe must not hear the door, because he makes no immediate move, stuck staring into the turquoise water until you clear your throat.

“Y/n/n?”

You’re both frozen for a second, until you speak again, realizing he was waiting for you to respond. “Rafe, hi.”

“W-what are you doing here?” he asks, his facial features slipping into worry once he assesses yours. “What’s wrong?”

“Can you—” you gesture wildly to where he’s still in the pool.

“Yeah,” he says, lifting himself over the edge. He grabs a towel resting over one of the chairs, running it quickly over his body and his hair, and part of you is just a little angry he’s shirtless and dripping wet while you’re trying to have this conversation with him—a conversation that requires judgment and focus. “What’s up?”

“I’ve been thinking. A lot,” you start. “Since last night. I really didn’t sleep that much.”

“Okay,” he nods, hands on his hips. He runs the towel over his hair again, gesturing to one of the chaise lounges as he nears you. “Do you… wanna sit?”

You shake your head firmly. “No.”

He sighs, shoulders deflating. His hair is stuck up every which way, goggle impressions encircling his eyes. You know he only swims nowadays when he’s stressed. “Okay. Whenever you wanna—you look… you’re scaring me, sweetheart.“

“No,” you say, hopefully stopping that thought before he can even think it, shaking your hands out. “No, don’t be scared. I’m just, like, really trying to hype myself up a bit here.”

“No?” he asks, stepping closer to you. “Y/n, I know you needed time. And I don’t mind, I was even thinking… if you need it, we could wait ‘til the holidays? And then we can talk again. I mean, I’ll still be… yours and everything—“

You shake your head again. No more time, no more waiting.

“No, no more time. I don’t want any more time, Rafe. I want…” you trail off, a hand coming to cradle the side of his face, your thumb swiping under his eye and your other fingers tangled into his wet hair. Rafe holds his breath, eyes never straying from your own as you search his entire face. “I want you. Now. We’ve already waited so long, and—I love you, Rafe. And I knew you were struggling a-and I didn’t say anything because I was scared, and I didn’t want you to know that I knew you were freaking out—and I should’ve just fucking told you about the baby as soon as I found out—”

Rafe grabs your hand where it’s on his face, squeezing it lightly. “Y/n/n, hey. No that’s okay, really—”

“No, it’s not, Rafe. Because I was worried just like you were, and I wanted to keep all of the hard stuff away because finally letting myself fall in love with you was just like—it was so easy, Rafe. Like I always thought it would be since I was a kid. But I wasn’t ready for the hard parts,” you say, breathing heavily at this point, trying to ground yourself through your touch on his face. “I thought it’d be easier to just not deal with it, but then not having you—after I finally got you. That was the actual hard part.”

Rafe just nods. “I know.”

“So it’s gonna be hard sometimes, yeah? But we have to figure it out,” you say. “I wanna figure it out with you. Everything with your dad, and where we end up, all of it.”

“I know, me too.”

“But you have to—Rafe,” you say, your voice breaking. You can finally say it, what you bit back at the airport, what some part of you had always known. “You have to know you’re it for me, right? Like there’s nothing—there’s nobody else better for me, that can give me more or be what you think I need, there’s nobody, baby—it’s just you.”

“It’s me?”

“It’s you,” you breathe. “So you don’t get to just freak out and break up with me.”

“Fuck—I know, never. I mean it.”

“You know?”

“I know.”

“So, can you—”

“Gonna kiss you now, Y/l/n.”

And Rafe’s glancing between your eyes and your lips several times, then finally bringing you into the kiss you’d been aching for for weeks, neither of you paying any mind to the way his hair is dripping water onto your forehead, his wet swim trunks leaving a watermark on your sweatshirt and jeans where he has your hips pulled flush into his, one hand on your back and the other immediately in your hair. He pulls back after a while, practically gasping. “I love you. So fucking much.”

“Love you too,” you say, arms around his neck as you tug him back down. “Missed you.”

“Missed you. More,” he claims, pulling back long enough to look into your eyes. “And I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too.”

“No more secrets, for real this time,” he says, a hand under your chin. He kisses you when you nod. “I’ll tell you everything later.”

“And Rafe, with your dad… I just really want you to be happy, okay?” you say, pulling back to stare into his eyes. “I don’t care if he doesn’t like us together. Figure it out however you need to, and I’ll be there for you.”

Rafe sighs, eyes slipping shut as he thinks for a second. “I know. I’m figuring that one out, Y/n/n. It’s not going to be easy, but… think I have my priorities in order now.”

“Me too,” you smile, so happy that your breakup is already something you’re talking about in past tense. You bite your lip, eyes flicking across his face before you venture on. “I want you to know that I haven’t watered your plant once, by the way. And it’s still alive and kicking.”

Rafe grins at that, all attempts to keep you dry completely gone as he finally pushes you back into the main part of the house, hands firm on your hips. “Well, I didn’t even open that essay you edited. Found an old draft and just turned it in. B minus.”

“Rafe, I would’ve gotten you an A,” you say, reaching up and kissing just his bottom lip. You swipe your thumb over it, grin matching his.

“I will buy you a new plant,” he says, hand sliding into the strands of hair at the nape of your neck, still attempting to kiss you, talk to you, and lead you through Tannyhill simultaneously. “Promise. And you should also know you and those stupid jeans ruined my favorite movie franchise for me.”

You laugh out loud at that, fading into giggles as Rafe pecks your cheeks and chin where you’re pressed up against the stair banister, making his way down your neck before he has to pull himself back. “Yeah? Haven’t been able to listen to that indie band you hate in weeks, Cameron.”

“Okay, I’m not apologizing for that one,” Rafe laughs, the sound resonating in your chest. “I did you a favor. Also, I kept finding your hair everywhere.”

“Mm, wait—kinda love that one,” you preen, a hand scratching lightly at his scalp. “Still mine?”

“Still yours. Always been yours, baby,” Rafe says, glint in his eye when he pulls back again. “You didn’t correct that waiter at dinner, in California, did you Y/n Cameron?”

You have to push him off of you just long enough to actually make it inside of his bedroom—which he obviously makes harder than it needs to be. And then it’s water dripping all over the floor, your shoes being kicked off, a flurry of your bodies trying to reconnect in every single way as your voices did the same.

“I know. And I kept your shirt after you left,” you practically whine, still flustered from his last confession, letting him strip you of your sweatshirt as he presses kisses down your neck.

“Knew it was missing. I thought you might have added it to the collection,” Rafe laughs, walking you back toward his unmade bed easily. Your skin sings at the familiar brush of his cotton sheets. “That has to be at least five at this point.”

You just look up at him where he’s still standing over you, smirk on your lips. “Well. Six, if you count high school.”

“Mine,” Rafe breathes, practically melting down into you, lips pressing into every accessible part of your skin, two fingers tugging one of your bra straps down and to the side when he runs out of room. “Always been mine, too, yeah?”

“Yes, Rafe, fuck,” you keen, feeling his hand finally slip to the button of your jeans. He pauses his work on your neck, leaning back to gauge a reaction from you before he continues.

“Can I?”

“Please,” you nod, nerves on fire as he finally drags your jeans down your legs, dropping them to the floor underneath him. It’s barely 7AM, you got here maybe ten minutes ago, and you know you must look a disheveled and over-tired mess by the time Rafe has you nearly bare and back in his bed again.

But your boy just looks down at you in wonder, one hand holding himself up as the other tries to find a place to settle on your body, finally resting on the side of your face, thumbing at your bottom lip. He leans down for a searing kiss, basically just two smiles pressing together when the lust momentarily wears off and you’re both just grinning idiots; Rafe pulls back just far enough to whisper something against your lips.

“Hi again, dream girl.”

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qillmhi · 3 years ago

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So I'm like... Never a fan of the 'Imma kill my bros for u' kind of scenario especially since I very much love all the turtle bros, so here's my version of an obsessive lover 2012 Mikey!

🖤🧡🐢

Dark!2012!Mikey x Reader

-Michelangelo is the youngest out of the four turtle brothers, so he was easily the most childish and energetic one, much to his older brothers' annoyance.

-He was loud yet small. Just a few inches shorter than you. A social butterfly, but can be oblivious to most things.

-Mikey may not be the smartest turtle, but he does have own way of getting what he wants.

-And he has his eyes dead set on you.

-When he first realised his crush on you, he openly welcomed it with zero resistance. It felt great being in love so why should he deny it?

-He loves expressing himself so there was little to no filter when he's showing you his love.

-"(y/n)~!!!!" Mikey threw his arms around you "I missed you so much!!!!!" He cried in excitement rubbing his cheek on yours.

-You laughed at the youngest turtle and placed your hand on his head "Mikey! I just went for a glass of water!"

-"Yeah! But you took sooooo long so I still missed you!"

-He would be all over you. Wherever you go, Mikey is expected to be following close behind.

-Sometimes without your knowledge.

-Whenever his brothers weren't looking, he would slip by to your apartment to watch you sleep.

-But he did it to make sure you're safe! Don't worry!

-He would always be the first one to tackle you as soon as your foot entered the lair. Then proceed to trap you in a cuddling session with him for hours before anyone could get to you.

-"Oof--!"

-"Dibs on (y/n)!!!!"

-"Ow--Mikey!!" You groaned in protest.

-"No time to talk dudette! Look--" He held up a glowing flower watch "--it's hug time!"

-You squinted your eyes at the familiar looking gadget "Did you force Donnie to make you that hug-watch thing from the Trolls movie?"

-"Maybe~!" Mikey avoided your eyes "So hug time...?"

-Physical contact is his love langauge! Mikey's insides would be all mushy and gushy if you respond to them even the slightest bit. And if you return the favor? This little boy will melt into your arms!

-When you do ask him to let you go, he would just simply say "Nope!" popping the 'p' then proceed to tuck himself below your chin.

-"Awwh come on!!"

-Everytime he feels your soft hands scratching his shell, he immediately starts churring in delight. You thought it was cute, so you'd pat him in the head which made him even more happy!

-He can't help it! Mikey is just obsessed with how soft and plush you feel against his skin! He would definitely glue himself on you if you'd allow him to.

-"You are so squishy~!" Mikey mumbled against your shoulder while hugs you from behind for the nth time today.

-You flicked his forehead earning yourself a small 'ow' "And you are a big baby."

-You didn't mind his clinginess thankfully. It was just Mikey being cute as always. For real how can you resist this baby?

-He's loves it when you give your full attention to him. But if you're talking to someone else, he would just simply have an arm over your shoulders. Silently brooding towards the intruder, giving them a silent warning.

-If the boy isn't hugging you or initiating some kind of physical contact with you, he would be content holding the hem of your shirt or any kind of clothing you own (he may or may not have kept a few in his room that he may or may not have been using as a pillowcase to cuddle). Something that became a norm whenever he's at your apartment and you preparing both of your meals.

-Damn he loves your food! It was then only food he worships other than pizza! He especially loves watching you cook. Like an angel preparing to give him heaven.

-Speaking of Heaven.

-This orange fluff have TONS of pictures of you saved in his phone. If you ever made the mistake of sleeping in the lair, this guy is just snapping pictures of you in every possible angle. Sideways? Upside down? Close up? Bird's eye view? They all made you look perfect!

-His wallpaper is a selfie of you and him enjoying your home made chocolate icecream pizza that you made just for him. Aren't you just the sweetest? He considers that as your first date even though you two aren't official.... yet.

-I mean you made that treat just for him so it must mean that you return his feelings right?

-As time went by, his little crush for you grew into something more.

-You were starting to see his brothers and your other friends a little less and him and little more.

-It was just Mikey. Only Mikey.

-Just the way he likes it

-Everyday you'd wake up and find him cuddled up to you. When you ask him what he's doing he would just look up at you with his innocent baby blue eyes and say "But cupcake! I'm cold and you're suuuuper comfy~!" Cue those puppy dog eyes and you're 100% powerless.

-He would bring you all sorts of goodies like food, favourite drinks, movies, videogames--anything he could carry just for you!

You couldn't say that you didn't like the attention. Mikey is just so sweet especially whenever he brings little trinkets saying "They reminded me of you!" With that adorable freckled smile of his! It just makes you blush every time.

His innocent sweet smile just melts through your heart!

His brothers thought it was weird when he's always out and about after training and patrolling. But hey! The lair is a lot more quiet and Donnie doesn't have to worry about his stuff being broken anymore. Besides they knew you, you were a great friend so they trust you.

After a while you started to miss your friends. Having Mikey around was fun but you wanted to see what the other guys are up to these days.

One day you decided to visit everyone in the lair with pizza and had a great time chatting and playing with the turtle brothers. Oddly enough Mikey wasn't there.

But he was. Mikey was there. Hidden in the dark corners of the lair. Not even his brothers noticed him. His smile was gone. His eyes were dark as he kept himself one with the shadows, silent as a ghost.

He didn't like the way you were smiling with other people. Of course he was fine with letting you talk to his brothers sometimes, but still there were some boundaries to be made.

"Mine..." Michelangelo silently growls.

Although he doesn't favor this image of you with other people, he does take pride in the way your eyes would flicker to his bedroom door every now and then. Good. Very good.

Finally it was time for you to go. He immediately left. Time to take action.

When you got home you saw your favorite orange turtle curled up on the floor sobbing. Your heartached at the sight of the big crocodile tears falling from his face.

-You dropped down on your knees and asked him what was wrong.

-"I was waiting for you here all day b-but you didn't come home... you left me.." He cried miserably "I-I understand... if you don't want to h-hang out with me anymore... no one really wants to. I p-promise won't bother you anymore.." Mikey sniffed then left before you can get a word out.

-That was three days ago and you haven't seen Mikey since. He stopped visiting, stopped replying to your calls or texts. He was just gone.

-You realized just how much you loved having the small orange ninja around. Your home became cold and lonely. You started to miss him terribly.

-You went back to the lair, ignoring the others as you went straight for Mikey's room and knocked on his door.

-Mikey opened the door for just a crack. His eyes were red from crying. He looked absolutely miserable, but you pushed the door open and pulled him into a hug.

-You apologized to Mikey. You told him that it wasn't your intention to make him sad or feel neglected. That you loved having him around you.

-Mikey hugged you back of course. He closed his bedroom door to give you both privacy while you continued to hold him tight.

-He nuzzled his snout on your chest and told you he missed you too.

-Your soul ached when his shoulders started to shake. You placed your cheek on his head with your hand on his shell to calm your crying turtle.

-Except he wasn't.

-Mikey's smile was as wide as it could ever be. His eyes held a victorious sinister glow as he felt his entire body shake from excitement when he as in your addicting scent.

-Mikey was a good liar.

-He didn't mean to make you this sad. But he had to in order to make you come to him.

-And believe me when I say those three days of not seeing you was torture to him. Sure he had a folder full of your pictures saved on his phone (and his cuddle pillow) but it just can't compare to the real thing.

-But it was worth it though.

-He already had you right where he wanted you. He just needs to give you a little more push for you to confess your love for him and you two will be happy together forever!

-He knew he couldn't keep you to himself. You would surely retaliate if he forces you.

-But that doesn't mean he can't push you into making you claim him as yours instead.

-Oh how it feels so good to be in your love and care again!

-Mikey started churring as he pulled you even closer.

-Yeah Mikey definitely wasn't the smartest.

-But he's definitely the most cunning.

-And he would do anything to have you.

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an-angel-in-the-garden · 3 years ago

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hi hi~ it is I your friendly neighborhood vulture here to pick ur lovely brain ~

Ok ok so imagine slashers ( michael (ur choice of version) , asa , Billy and stu (poly) and Jesse) coming home after a long day just to tired to deal and either seeking out or allowing their s/o to comfort them ~ whether just headcanons or head cannons and ficlet I'll let u decide~

Hello my darling birdie!!! I'm so happy to see you here! Welcome to my garden hope you stay awhile just try not to pull to many flowers this time kay ^v^ And as my best vulture I did both! CW: Blood, murder in passing ,obsessives behavior ,Just the normal slasher stuff and slight NSFW, OOC slashers and Not beta read or edited

Michael the RZ version

It's been a long day first having to go shopping for the week then cleaning to get rid of all the stains still left behind meant you were tired it seemed however you weren't the only busy one. Michael had be gone since early morning a pat on the head was all you gotten before he headed out and now slightly past 1 he was back. The echo of his boot steps were purposeful as he shut the door the cling of his knife hitting the counter ever more audible before the creek of the stairs let you know what the "plan" was. It doesn't take long for him to reach the bedroom and unlike most nights where the two of you would lay down and enjoy bliss each others comfort this time it was clear another approach would have to be taken. Michael now stood at the doorway mask dyed red and breathing heavy, whatever happen was not the outcome he wanted so with slow careful steps you began step one.

Michael no matter what is not one to seek comfort or affection it is something you have to be will to initiate willing and be willing to go slow with

Bathing is a good way to make him feel relaxed and if he tired or having a bad day its what he want and its one of the few times he's quick to remove him make you touching his hair makes him very happy

After a nice bath he wants but wont say he wants cuddle's and the start of step two

Sit on his lap and just let him hold you in a soft voice talk about you day or plans for the week or just things you enjoy its a bit of domestic life that makes him warm

turn a movie on and stay close run you hands through his hair and just exists with him for a while now for the best part

Once he's calmed down two things could happen one is that he'll pull you both down to the bed curled up with you in his arms and the sound of a movie still playing in the background letting himself fully relax

Option two is less common but more enjoyable Michael will move both you and him to the table in the room covered in his craft supplies where hell being working on his paper mache mask, asking you for input or wanting you to join if you fall asleep that's fine he's more the content just having you there

Stu Matcher and Billy Loomis

Its not hard to tell when one of them is having a hard day. After a long day of classes and keeping up with everyone Billy was exhausted had told but you and Stu as much more then one and Stu wasn't much better it seemed. Any plans that had been made were canceled as you told your boys it would be a good day for a date in, some cheesy slasher flicks tons of snacks and ordering food was the new plan. Telling everyone good bye then heading back to your place the the boys are quick to make themselves at home Stu starts by ordering dinner for the three of you Billy picks out a few movies and you head to the kitchen to make the snacks. It about an hour before everything is fully ready and with the date night begins with Stu being the first to say he needs some affection after the long day. Though he doesn't say anything at first Billy is fast to act on said affection once its shown leaning over to ask for some love as well.

Its kinda hard to give them comfort together since they both need different things at first but give it some time and it tends to end with a cuddle pile

Stu prefers holding one to waist head on in your neck or on your tummy nuzzling and kiss you having you give him head pats and forehead kisses while also rubbing his back

Billy likes having you on his lap your back to his chest his head resting on yours or on your shoulder hand locked together around your waist just holding you

If they're both in need of affection and comfort its a mix of both with Stu's head on your stomach and Billy's on your shoulder Billy's holding one hand and his other is on you hip Stu is doing the same on the opposite side

Billy feeds you snacks you feed Stu and Stu throw snacks at Billy and changes the movie when needed

Cuddles last for a long time often time it end with you three falling asleep with you in the middle of the two of them

Its not hard to know when they need comfort along with the fact that Stu is open about needing it and Billy will follow his lead when he sees you dont mind

Jesse Cromeans

Jesses always enjoys having your attention even if its for something small however, when he's in need of comfort he prefers you not being around him not because he worried about things but because he's bad at asking for it so he tends to just lock him self up in work. With that its very easy to tell when he's have a bad day its getting close to him that's hard. It starts like any relaxing day a nice warm meal whether you make it yourself for him or order something he likes its a way for you to get close. Tried and angry from a day of work the only thing on Jesse's mind is getting home what he wasn't expecting was to come home to you having gotten the places cleaned up with a meal laid out in the living ready to spend time with him and well he just couldn't say no to that. Its not hard after that to get him to set work aside till tomorrow as long as its not super important and from there the rest of the night can begin.

Jesse really enjoys slow intimacy and when his days been bad and he needs to let go having you take the lead in a nice slow pace helps him let go of the chromeskull mindset whether you know about it or not

He likes to snuggle wrapped almost fully around you with you as close as possible

Kisses are a must they make him so happy many people find him scary with go reason but here you are the love of his giving him kisses as if this is a perfectly normal relationship

Like with Michael two things can happen after he relaxes and gets your affection and comfort however its based on how your feeling not him

If you keep with the soft lead it ends with you curled against his side feeding each other fresh fruit and chocolate watching movies and shows while he talks about dates he's hoping to take you on

The other option is that you head to the bedroom hell pull you on his chest arms wrapped around you hearing you talk about this and that while just ignoring the world till he falls asleep

The next day Jesse will take off work after days of needing to seek your comfort it make him acknowledge he needs a break to not burn out or not to move to fast in the work and the day will be spent with you by his side

Asa Emory

Asa has always gone by a schedule and unless it is absolutely necessary he will not deviate from it and that includes for affection and goes double for if you want to give him comfort on exhausting days. He doesn't like feeling weak and though he loves you in a twisted way you thinking he needs comfort makes him feel weak. For weeks Asa will come home tired and frustrated his class is in the mist of exams so he has tons of work and the collection isn't going well but he wont let you in on it. The best you can do for the time being is just lightly his work load at home keep things clean, make meals for him so he doesn't skip them if the dogs are at the house help take care of them and things like that its not much but he pays attention to things like that and will notice that your helping him. Seeing you working hard to help him not stress as much while still waiting for him to take the steps like usual helps him come around to the idea of letting you spoil him for a while. Once he gets to that point remember to keep things slow though rushing it after that makes him stay on edge.

For Asa slow and steady is the way to go when he's ready to let you spoil him he will tell you outright that he "requires" your attention

He wont let this happen on a weekday only a weekend where he can fully relax and rest but he leaves the rest to you and that's a big step

Setting up a nice date in is the best way to go and though he likes homemade meals on a day like this he doesn't mind ordering dinner that night

On days he can relax with you the first thing he wants to do is cook for you as odd as it might be it gives him a starting point to let you show him affection

Eating breakfast together then heading to the living room with curled up on the couch you read to him for a bit him might interject sometimes depending on what its about but he just holds you close for a while

Tacking the dogs for a walk is the next part of the day hand in hand taking a walking path and enjoy the day whether its cold or hot he likes walking time

Domestic bliss is something he adores its what he's always craved and you give him the chance to have it so often it keeps him on cloud nine

After going back home out on a documentary and snuggle up to him the dogs will be on beds near the couch and hell have you laying you head on his lap while he runs his hand along you neck and back

You'll eat later in the day and enjoy quite time he might want to rant about his class, he wants to hear about the things you've been into lately and slowly the night winds down

Given that he has no work the next day if your feeling up to it he want to end the day by embracing you its been a while and its not something he up for much but after weeks of not being around you much he craves the close touch

It might not even end with sex he just want to caress your body looking over the curves and lines feeling you fully without restrictions till your both tired and with that he pulls you close to him whispering that he's grateful for you love and thanking you for the wonderful day

Ta-da! I hope all enjoy this and a big thanks to my best birdie buddy for requesting this I had fun writing it and I hope to see here more often! To my other followers if your looking forward to the next part of My Soulmates A God then be happy its the next thing I'm working on. Have a great day and thank you for reading! - Lilly Ps you can really tell I favored Asa here huh..

#slashers x reader #slasher imagines #slasher x reader #x reader #reader imagine #asa emory x reader #jesse cromeans x reader #michael myers x reader #stu matcher x reader #billy loomis x reader #chromeskull x reader #ghostface x reader #the collector x reader

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ladyvesuvia · 3 years ago

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Moniker Origin

PAIRING: Sirius Black x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

SUMMARY: Befriending a stray dog not only leads to a routine rendezvous every midnight but also the story of how Sirius got one of his many names.

WORDS: 5.5k

WARNING(S): Just fluff but involves cursing, name-calling, nicknames, mentions of celebrities/characters from the 70s, mentions of eating and food. || SECOND PERSON

A/N: can u tell this is kind of an indirect prequel to i’m a dreamer hsjsiw anyway i hope u like it!!! for @meiitanoia my beloved sirius black lovebot <3

[NAVIGATION] [MASTERLIST]

You woke up with a start. The curtains to your four-poster bed danced gently, as if attempting to put you into a trance. It worked: You watched it, transfixed more than ever until you slowly gained proper consciousness, or at least enough to let you yawn.

You reached out to push the curtains a bit to find that it was still night-time. You could hear light snores coming from your roommates, but you ignored it in desperate hopes of falling asleep again. You couldn’t; not that you didn’t want to, because you really did. The reason for your tossing and turning at this late hour was most likely because you slept around six p.m., an unideal hour for sleep on a weekday. You’d passed on dinner, and told yourself you’d just take breakfast early in the morning.

Giving up, you threw out your feet off the bed, feeling the cold surface of the floor. The clock told you it was half past eleven as it kept ticking and ticking and ticking.

Before you knew it, you were trudging down the deserted halls of Hogwarts, half-melted dark chocolate in one hand and your lightened wand in the other. You bought it from Honeydukes just last weekend on your visit to Hogsmeade. You didn’t know where you were going, but you just wanted to be somewhere else, maybe even do something exciting.

For cautionary measures, you looked in every direction every time you reached a turn in fear of getting caught by any roaming person of authority. Peeves would probably make a sound that’ll draw Mr. Filch’s attention; Mrs. Norris could appear, and that in itself is bad news already; Mr. Filch himself could catch you and start throwing insane threats; or maybe someone from the faculty could catch you and put you in detention, and you knew full well you did not want to spend time doing an absurd task.

When you managed to slip out unnoticed, you walked over to the bank of the lake, the rocks crunching under your feet. It was probably one of the things you find in horror movies when all is still, all is sleeping, and the monster is yet to come—

Your pulse skipped a beat when the sight of something running away from the forest shuffled past. You realized it was just a dog, but it gave you a shock nonetheless. Just a dog, you thought. Just a dog.

You pulled out the chocolate from your pocket, unwrapping it carelessly. It wasn’t until you took your first bite did you realize the dog was right behind you, watching you with curious eyes.

“I’d give you some but dogs aren’t allowed to eat chocolate,” you said to the dog, who then whined in response as it sat down. “I really can’t, I’m sorry.”

One might think a big black dog sneaking up on you in the middle of a night would cause a fright, but it was strangely more comforting than eerie. After all, it was just a dog.

Just looking at the creature reminded you of Snuffles, your very own dog who died while you were away from home and sitting in History of Magic, unaware your best bud had passed. You looked down hopefully at the dog in front of you.

“Snuffles?” you inquired hesitantly, reaching out your hand. Please don’t bite, you chanted more to yourself than to the dog. To your relief, it approached you gingerly and let you pet its head. “Is it you?”

Highly unlikely, you knew that, but it wouldn’t hurt to hope that it was, right? You’d spent your entire childhood with that dog: Sleeping together under a poorly done fort until daybreak; getting lost in the neighborhood together, earning disapproving opinions from the neighbors; and most of all, countless birthdays.

Well, just to name a few.

Maybe it was the moonlight reflecting off of the lake’s waters, but you could’ve sworn you saw the dog wink. You took your hand back to rub your eyes before studying the dog. “Are you Hagrid’s?”

The dog simply sat there, looking at you curiously. “Right, like a dog’s gonna talk back to me.” You chuckled, laughing at yourself. “Come, I’ll bring you back to him.”

It didn’t move. “Look, I can’t give you chocolate. Maybe I can sneak you some steak or something next time if you’re still here. I’d give you dog food but they don’t have that around here. But I reckon Hagrid has some, though. Do you want me to get you food?”

Once again, maybe (just maybe) it was only your imagination, but you got the sense that the dog disagreed. You didn’t push it any further and so you simply made yourself comfortable even under the rocks. You set down your cloak under your bottom to serve as a mat. It didn’t do much, but it was better. You gestured for the dog to come closer.

“I’m gonna call you Snuffles now,” you said as you picked up a stone. “Watch this.” With a swing of your arm, you sent the stone flying into the lake, skipping three times. “I used to be able to do four. You’d know, you were there!”

Snuffles your dog from years ago indeed was there with you when it happened on your family trip to your lake house, but this was not Snuffles; this was your very own classmate and Housemate, Sirius Black himself. He’d never talked to you before, much less noticed you, so it was a surprise to him that he’s spending his time with you at this late hour.

Nevertheless, it was a time well-spent even when it was mostly (entirely) just watching you skip rocks down the lake as you talked about the aforementioned Snuffles. He didn’t know how long you two sat there, but sat you did anyway. Twice he thought of a joke to tell only to be disappointed for of course, he couldn’t voice it out.

“I named her Snuffles because she used to cry a lot when we first brought her home from the shelter and mum didn’t want us to call her Sniffles so I went with the next best thing.” You put your legs in front of you. “Poor little thing.”

It wasn’t until the sky brightened a bit did you realize you were thirsty from all the talking you were doing. You would've stayed for the sunrise but, well, schedules would tragically overlap.

“Crap,” you thought as you began picking up your cloak, “I’ll end up dozing off in class! Anyway, I’ll try and bring you steak later, Snuffy.”

With a wave, you ran away from the lake, cloak in your arms, unaware that you had left your wand behind. Sirius was watching you until you disappeared from sight before he spotted the wand, which he then picked up.

He de-transformed on his way just a bit by a wall, and as soon as he did, he tucked your wand into his own cloak. He glanced back just for a second before running back to the castle. By the time he got to the painting of the Fat Lady, he halted at the sight of the girl from earlier — you.

“—you know me already, ma’am. I just forgot the password is all. Please let me in.”

“No password, no entry,” spat the Fat Lady. “And it does not do to wake up a sleeping person.”

“Well, you’re just a painting,” you mumbled. And if Sirius could hear it from where he was standing, the Fat Lady probably heard it too.

“Hmph!” exclaimed the Fat Lady. “Children are foul.”

“They are, aren’t they?” you chimed in hopes of getting on the Fat Lady’s better graces.

“I was talking about you, child,” said the Fat Lady with disdain. “Now scoot!”

You were about to walk away when Sirius decided to walk in. You froze.

It was only until then did it dawn on Sirius that he did not know your name because you had not told him anything earlier. He turned to the Fat Lady.

“Spondulicks,” said Sirius. The Fat Lady merely grunted as the painting swung open to reveal the room. “After you, m’lady.”

It was like he was seeing a different person; you refused to meet his eyes as you hurriedly walked into the opening of the painting, arms crossed. He was almost about to give you your wand but realized what a bad idea that would be, and so he kept his mouth shut.

You kept walking straight ahead, and Sirius had to stifle his laugh at the sight of you missing a step on the stairs to the girls’ dormitory, especially when your pace quickened after this.

That morning at breakfast, you were nowhere to be found. Sirius took his seat next to James while skimming the length of the Gryffindor table.

“What’re you looking for?” asked James, curiously scanning the table as well.

“This girl with [Y/H/C] hair,” Sirius replied absentmindedly as he slowly settled down, still looking for her.

“A girl? You’re gonna have to be more specific, mate. But bagsy snogging her.”

“What — you can’t bagsy her, you haven’t even met her,” spat Sirius. James was rather taken aback but still seemed to be stifling his laugh at the outburst nonetheless. Sirius cleared his throat. “And need I remind you that you’re trying to get Evans?”

“Mhm, I was just trying to see how interested you were in this girl to be preoccupied with looking for her instead of petting your hair.” More and more people began to file in to the common room and Sirius’s attention went to the door after determining you were not seated in one of the tables.

“It’s called combing, and you should try it.” Sirius ran his hand through his hair. “It would do you good to look fresh at least once.”

James snickered. “What can I tell you, Pads? The ladies like the rugged look.”

“I don’t think they do,” remarked Remus.

“Oh trust me, Remus,” James started with a smug grin. “They do. The key to it is—”

But Sirius never found out what ‘the key to it’ was; at least, not today. After a group of younger Ravenclaws walked in, he finally spotted you right behind them and his back straightened even more. For what, he did not know.

You took your seat beside a couple more Gryffindors and helped yourself to food on your own plate. You were busy rubbing her eyes, giving Sirius more time to watch. When you finished, you caught him looking at you, but he didn’t break the eye contact; instead, he smiled.

“Oh, her?” exclaimed James, trying to get a better look. Sirius gently kicked his foot at how obvious he was, but he nodded in confirmation. James blew a raspberry. “I can’t bagsy, can I?”

Sirius scowled. “No.”

“Then I call dibs.”

“Wha — that’s the same thing! You can’t just call dibs.” Sirius cleared his throat once more, for James was raising a brow to signify he’d proved his point. “You can’t.”

“Wouldn’t hurt you to go on over and talk to her, would it? After all, you do it all the time.” James stretched out his arms and made gestures of triumph. “Hook, sink, liner.”

“It’s actually ‘Hook, line, and sinker,’” said Remus.

“No it’s not. Get a load of this guy,” James joked (or not). “Anyway, come on, I’ll come with you. But I apologize in advance if my hair works better than yours.”

When they made it over to where you were sitting, you appeared to be manually wiping your plate with a tissue.

“Excuse me,” started Sirius, gesturing at the plate, “May I?”

Hesitantly and still not meeting his gaze, you handed him the plate. Sirius pulled out his wand and with a small flick, he said, “Tergeo!”

When he handed it back, you simply nodded your head in thanks and began to stuff it in your bag.

“Wait, are you stealing a plate?” James asked with a grin, on the verge of laughing. “You wouldn’t want to do that. See, our friend’s a Prefect and he’ll totally tell Professor Meownerva — pun courtesy of Peter, by the way.” James snickered. “I wish I’d thought of it first be—Ow!”

Sirius had stepped on James foot. “I’ll take it from here, Bambi.”

James managed a scowl before leaving the scene. You didn’t know what to do; so in your mind, you started devising ways to get yourself out of that situation: Make a run for it or melt on the spot; neither seemed like a good option.

“Why are you stealing a plate?” he asked.

“Er — long story. Have a good day.” Then you stood up and began to walk away, backing up a bit to grab a piece of sandwich before completely storming off.

When Sirius returned the other three were there, laughing out loud together.

James leaned closer. “Her name’s [Y/N].”

“Then why didn’t you tell me?” exclaimed Sirius, annoyed.

“Hook, sink, liner,” said James confidently.

Remus cleared his throat again. “Again, it’s ‘Hook, line, and’—”

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” dismissed James.

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On your first class (Transfiguration), the two of you clearly could not at all suppress your yawns: Sirius was doing fairly better compared to you, for he had the decency to not let his head plop face down on his desk, but he was sleepy nonetheless. This was no surprise to Sirius. After all, he hadn’t slept that morning. As for you, he did not know whether or not you slept but according to your peaceful and sleeping face, he kind of had a clue.

He wasn’t listening, and so when everyone brought out their wands, he just cluelessly followed the others. Professor McGonagall approached the middle row and stopped just right next to you.

“Miss [Y/L/N]?” started McGonagall. “If I’m not mistaken, bedtime ended hours ago.”

You merely grunted. McGonagall cleared her throat. “Excuse me, Miss [Y/L/N]?”

The professor put the back of her palm against your forehead. She lifted your face off the table and her eyes widened. “Heavens! Child, you look positively ghastly. Remus, kindly take—”

“I’ll do it,” said Sirius. “I’m her. . .” As he trailed off, all eyes went back and forth from you, McGonagall, and him. He opened his mouth again to add, “friend. We’re friends.”

Although McGonagall appeared to be reluctant, she let you go, advising you to visit Madam Pomfrey. Sirius risked a smug look in James’s way before following you out the door, eager to speak with you.

“So you’re feeling unwell?” asked Sirius.

“Look, buddy, I appreciate it but I honestly just want to go to bed.”

“Didn’t Minnie McG tell you to visit Madam Pomfrey?”

You halted. “I’m not sick.”

“What do you mean? What about the drowsy eyes and the head hurting and the red nose—?”

“Okay, now you’re making my head hurt.” You faced him, hands on your hips in defiance. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, Black: I’ll go back to my room and you’ll take a walk to the Hospital Wing and back to class.”

“But you’re sick.”

“Buddy, I’m really not,” you said with an irritated laugh. “I haven’t slept yet and I lost my wand. How do you think I’ll be able to go to class without a damn wand?”

Sirius scoffed. “Then what about your runny red nose and teary eyes?”

“Really? Are purebloods really that dense not to come up with basic ways to get out of class?” It was almost ironic. After all, you’d heard tons of brilliant things pureblooded wizards could do. Clearly they weren’t as crafty. You snorted. “Do you really want to know?”

“Do I? Of course I do.”

And with a bit of consideration, you recounted your gimmicks: collecting two chili peppers from the table and lightly patting your finger under your eyes to make it teary (it badly hurt), pinching your nose as soon as you left the Great Hall and sprinkling a bit of pepper on your sleeve to get yourself to sneeze, taking a quick hot shower without getting your hair wet, and more.

“Wow,” he exclaimed under his breath, astonished. You shrugged in response, turning around to walk away. “Wait, then why did you agree for me to take you instead of Remus?”

“Eh, well, your friend who’s trying so hard to be Michael Landon said that the Remus guy was a Prefect so I figured that he’s probably a snitch.”

“Trust me, he’s not a snitch,” Sirius said with a laugh. “Wait, I don’t even know who Michael Landon is but could you say that thing again but to James’s face tomorrow morning at breakfast?”

“No.” You turned your back on him, walking away. “May we never talk again.”

“You’re welcome, by the way!” He watched as you made a turn, disappearing from view before making a face. “Ungrateful chick.”

That entire day, you spent your time in bed, tossing and turning to keep yourself awake. Whenever someone came in during vacant time, you made sure the curtains to your four-poster bed were sealed shut while pretending to sniffle.

It was Friday, so you were thankful for the time to rest. You were thinking of just looking for your wand tomorrow when you remembered the dog. You shifted in your bed as you slowly stood up, peeking through the curtains of your bed. Your roommates were probably still in the common room, so you peeked your head out to grab your bag from beside your bed and pulled it in before shutting the curtains close.

You pulled out the plate you got from earlier that morning and waited.

Waited for your roommates to come in and chat for a while.

Waited until the lights went out.

Waited until the only sound you could hear was the ticking of the clock in the room.

You were about to fall asleep when what you could only assume was a bird hit itself against the window, jolting you awake.

It was dead silent. And just like you did hours ago, you threw your feet out of your bed. Going out at this hour without a wand felt threatening, but you reassured yourself, just thinking over and over that it would be just like old times back when you didn’t know you were a witch.

There was no one in the common room by the time you got down there. You tightened your grip on the plate in your hands, thinking about how good a weapon it would make (it probably wasn’t, but it was good enough to make you feel like you had a chance).

You slipped out, unaware once more of the same boy you had talked to the night before following you.

The walk down the halls and stairs without a light made your tour all the more frightening: Jumping when you accidentally graze your hand too much on one of the paintings which often earned an angry grunt from them, feeling for the next step of the stairs in fear of tripping over, and so on.

Sirius resisted the urge to just approach you and give you your wand, resorting to just staying behind to make sure you got out safely. He was about to keep going straight ahead when you made a turn, confusing him.

It took a few more turns for him to realize you were headed for the kitchens. He had to wait outside until you came back out a short while later with something in the plate.

Laughing silently to himself, he followed you again to the grounds, your wand in his cloak pocket, feeling like a hundred pounds weighing him down.

You went back to where you were last night, scouring the rocks in hopes of spotting a distinct shape among the round shapes. You cursed under your breath in disappointment as you set the plate of steak aside, your eyes falling to the dark surface of the lake. Gulping, you tied up the pant legs of your pajamas, mumbling inaudible words to yourself at what you were about to do.

Only your feet were in the water when you heard a loud bark, causing you to jump a bit, toppling backward at the sight of the black dog. You felt the water soak your back and a bit of your head.

“Snuffles?” you asked the dog whilst shaking yourself dry as you stood up. “There’s steak over there. It’s for you.”

If it weren’t for his physical state, Sirius would be laughing right now. The least he could do was walk your way, sitting right beside the plate of the steak.

“I know it’s not as good as I promised but it’s the best I could give, I’m sorry,” you said to the dog as it looked at you curiously. You bent down to pick up your cloak, drying yourself and wrapping it around you. With a huff, you squeezed the water out of your hair and sat down on the rocks once again. “I only came down here to look for my wand. It probably rolled down to the bottom of the lake already.”

You yawned. The lack of sleep was already taking a toll on you and you couldn’t let the sun rise before you could lie down in bed.

“Do you not like the steak?” you asked again. “You know, I got that plate for you.”

The dog’s ears perked up, and you reached out to pet it.

“Thank Merlin I got away from that fruitcake.”

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“I’m a fruitcake,” Sirius told his friends that morning as they fell in line for their Hogsmeade trip. James looked at his friend as if he had gone mad (well, one can say he’s halfway there). “Out of all the things I could be, I’m a fruitcake.”

“Took you long enough to figure that out,” said Peter, who then brightened when James burst into a laugh.

“You sure?” said Remus, adjusting his tie. “If you are, then you’re far too salty to be one.”

“Guys, I’m ser—” He cut himself off, aware that they were waiting for an opening to pick fun at his name. “I am not joking.”

“Because you’re. . .?” James said, encouraging him.

Sirius let out an exasperated sigh. “Serious.”

And just like that, the entire group howled in laughter. Rolling his eyes, Sirius scanned the crowd again, but it was the same thing as yesterday — you were once again nowhere to be found.

“Wait, where did you get this fruitcake comment from?” asked Remus.

Sirius recounted your past encounters with him, earning a whoop of cheer and a pat from James.

“I have a plan,” said Sirius. “I’ll just so happen to ‘run into’ her in Hogsmeade and she’ll think I’m charming because I did my hair better today.”

“I don't know, I reckon it’ll be hard to jump from fruitcake puppy to charming knight and shining armor,” said Remus.

It wasn't until they were near the front of the line did Sirius realize there was still no sign of you. He then stepped out of the line, earning sudden protests from the rest of the group.

He made a show of waving at the other three as he disappeared from view before darting down the halls and up the stairs until he made it to the common room, where he plopped down on the couch. A couple of first and second years were gathered by the window playing chess.

Sirius kept his head down as he waited for you to come out until finally, about almost ten minutes later, heavy steps came from the girls’ dormitory as it descended down the stairs. Sirius kept his face down so as to hide himself for you, cursing at himself for being too. . .what’s a nicer way to put creepy again?

He followed you again like the night before, going over the things he wanted to say.

Hello, I’m actually Snuffles.

I’m Snuffles.

Hi, I’m not really a reincarnation of your dog because I’m actually a fruitcake!

It just kept getting worse in his head the more that he dwelled on it, and so he resorted to just focusing on his step when you halted, causing him to run into you.

“You,” you started, stopping with your finger pointed right at him, daring him to speak, “why are you following me?”

“Because. . .” Sirius trailed off. Why was he following you?

Because I'm Snuffles and I have your wand. Because I can turn into a dog. Because while I am Snuffles, I'm also not really Snuffles. Because—

“Because I found your wand,” he blurted out. “Well, consider it as a token of appreciation.”

“For what?”

“For being a good friend. . . ?”

“As far as I know, the first and only time we ever even talked was just yesterday,” you said, gesturing with your hands. “What’s your deal?”

“I want to take a walk,” Sirius relaxed, grinning at you.

“Then do it yourself!” you exclaimed.

“With you, I mean.”

Sirius’s tone calmed you down at least a bit, and so you cleared your throat. Come to think of it, he’s probably not that bad.

You began to walk with him on your way out to the grounds. “And what do I get out of this walking thing of yours?”

Sirius waved his hand with a flourish as we jogged ahead to stop right in front of you, tipping an imaginary hat. “Bragging rights, madam.”

You halted. “You’re gonna have to try better than that, Vinnie Barbarino.”

“Er — that’s good, right?” he asked, tensing up again as he composed himself.

“Depends on how you look at it.”

“Well, does he have nice hair?”

“Again, depends on how you look at it.”

“I don’t have a good feeling about this.”

“You and me both, Vinnie,” you told him with a huff as you two set foot outside.

“It’s certainly better than fruitcake,” he muttered under his breath. You leaned in closer, your brow raised in question. He shook his head and told you it was nothing.

By the time you made it to the bank of the lake, you found yourself unconsciously searching the rocks for your wand.

Sirius snorted. “You can keep looking but it’s not there.”

“Wasn’t trying to.”

He watched as you bent down to pick up a rock and moved closer to the lake. Just like you did a few nights ago, you swung your arm to skip a rock. It was kind of like a movie for him; the way your shoulders sunk a bit after getting only three skips. “I used to be able to do four.”

I’d know, Sirius thought as he grinned at the irony. I was there. Maybe I really am Snuffles.

“So, when are you going to give me my wand?” You turned around to face him again, dusting your hands as you did so.

Sirius wanted to tell you about his alter-ego badly. But at the same time, it was right there and then Sirius realized something. He normally hated the idea of a routine; loathed it, even. But he figured that maybe, just this once, he could make an exception. He didn’t mind going out every single night as Padfoot or Snuffles if it meant the world to you to have something to look forward to. In fact, the line was starting to blur between all his names: Sirius Black, Onion, Padfoot, Snuffles, Fruitcake.

Sirius cleared his throat and told you, “Monday morning when you have breakfast with me.”

“I’m not gonna have breakfast with you.”

“You are now because you’ll get a coupon.”

“What coupon?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Bragging rights for spending time with me — Sirius Orion Black.”

“You’re awfully presumptuous.”

“Why are you so mean?” Sirius feigned pain by clutching his chest, making a show.

You bit your cheek in attempt not to laugh. “Look, just give me back my wand.”

“Give me your word that you’ll have breakfast with me first.”

“Fine,” you told him. “Now will you give me my wand back?”

Sirius let out a long sigh before taking a step forward and bending down to pick up a rock. He swung his arm backward as he made a shot.

One, two, three, four.

He faced you. “Hook, sink, liner.”

“It’s ‘hook, line, and sinker,’ how could you mess that up?”

“Damn it, James,” he cursed under his breath. “Anyway, here’s your wand.”

This definitely took you by surprise, especially when he pulled it out of his coat pocket and handed it to you with only a friendly smile and without any hesitation.

You grabbed it as fast as you could just in case he changed his mind at the last minute.

Sirius fought the urge to pick fun at the fact that this was close to what one may call fetch.

Wow, he thought. Merlin, I’m literally Snuffles. Sirius could hear his friends’ jeers light years away: Playing fetch with her, Snuffy? Will you also let her walk you? Oh, wait, you already did!

“Thank you,” you told him. “I was literally prepared to dive down there just to get my wand. I know what a big hassle it is to get it replaced and everything.”

“I know,” he said, pertaining to how he knew the lengths you were ready to go to just so you could find your wand, but you took what he said an answer to what you said last.

Sirius began walking again, and you followed. “Why didn’t you go to Hogsmeade with the others?”

“Eh, I’ve been there a lot of times. We’ll go there next time. I’ll take you to—”

You halted. “Woah, woah, who said I’ll be coming with you?”

“Time,” Sirius protested. “It tells you things even you wouldn’t be able to know.”

You scoffed as you kept walking alongside him. “Eh, well, we got Professor Trelawney for that. What do you say we visit her classroom and play with balls? I mean, orbs. No, stop laughing.”

But he didn’t stop. And honestly, neither did you; not even when you completed a turn around the grounds.

That night was a brilliant one: You were headed back downstairs, this time keeping your wand tight in your hand as you did so.

Just like as far as always can go, Snuffles sat by the lake, looking at the ripples that danced along its surface. Why did the dog suddenly look familiar?

You stood right next to Snuffles, who was now looking up at you curiously.

“I can’t stay for long,” you told the dog. “I have to sleep early, you know. I mean, you don’t, but — whatever.”

You bent down to pick up a rock again, watching it skip three times. You cursed under your breath, “How’d he do it?”

Snuffles, originally Sirius himself, snorted. You turned to the dog and shook your head, telling yourself it was your want of sleep playing tricks on you.

“Fruitcake’s actually not that bad,” you started as you picked up another rock. Sirius looked up again. “I think I’ll give him a chance.”

When you finally gave up on skipping rocks, you sat down right next to the dog. “He kinda left a ring of his, see?” You showed the dog Sirius’s ring. The dog blinked. “I’m not planning on keeping it, I’ll give it back to him on a good day.”

A bird flew by, causing you to jump a bit. “Yep, I’m gonna need to sleep this out. Go to Hagrid’s will you? Actually, no, come with me.”

You lead the dog to Hagrid’s hut and told it to stay there. Sirius thought it was funny seeing you boss him around in a gentler manner.

With a wave, you ran back to the doors and dashed up the stairs until you reached the dormitories, where you hastily got in your bed and tucked yourself in.

When breakfast came and you casually sat down right across from Sirius and beside James, a thought came to Sirius’s head again: He wanted you to know him as Sirius Black, no disguises involved. Sure, maybe he’d learn more of you if he continued doing it but . . . he wanted you to learn more of himself, too.

As for telling you his secret identity (not Batman), he decided that it’d be best to let his future self deal with it and just enjoy breakfast with you, which is hopefully just the first of many.

One last thing, though: Snuffles grew on Sirius. Safe to say that he got attached; so much that even when time told new people new fates, he found a way to let the name stay by using it as a safe codename as an attempt to become a lovable stray in the time of danger.

But that doesn’t matter just yet, not when the group was busy having one of the most brilliant Mondays to date.

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nikrangdan · 4 years ago

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roommate!heeseung pt. 1

pairing: roommate!heeseung x female reader

genre: mini fic(?), fluff, comedy, tiny angst(one little sad part)

warnings: cursing!!!

word count: 4.3k

description: i guess you just didnt realize you were in love with your roommate...... who has a girlfriend

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“ow!”

you had just hit heeseung over the head after he said he would burn all of your plushies

your Precious. Plushies

hell no you’ve been collecting these since you were 11 no way in hell heeseung would threaten ur babies

you rolled your eyes and started to walk to the kitchen to get a snack

stupid heeseung

hes always saying stupid shit🙄

before you walked out though you noticed the look on his face

like he was contemplating something

“y/n... can you do me a favor?” he nervously uttered out before you walked out his door

“....what kind..?” you furrowed your brows

why was he being so cryptic

“uhh i need you to get flowers and chocolates for me from stacys....”

STACYS?????????

stacys was this fancy store 45 MINUTES AWAY..

“ur fucking serious?” you deadpanned

this was something new

in all your 8 months of living with him he had never asked you of a favor this big

for context.., you had moved to this city apartment for college 8 months ago but you couldn’t afford it without a roommate

but luckily you overheard a certain boy praying for an apartment while you were on campus

and you guessed it!!! it was heeseung

you two clicked easily and you were very thankful he was your roommate

after 4 months of living together he told you he got a girlfriend

you didnt really know about his campus life since you didnt have classes together and you never saw him walking around

you dont know why you were surprised when he told you... i mean have u seem Him.....

but nonetheless

u were like “Omg heeseung!!! thats great<3” like the supportive friend u were

yeah and that was that

you didnt meet the girl until another month later

Now that..... that was an experience......

FLASHBACK WHOOSH

*knock knock knock*

who tha hell was knocking at 7 in the morning.........

you staggered your way over to the front door with your matching hello kitty pajamas

and u open the door to see a blonde Lady who looks around your age

Why did u forget to look thru the little peephole in the door...... ur probably just tired whatever

anyways ur like

“uhm....”

and shes like

“? who are you.?”

and ur like

??!!?[\^€]€\¥,_[+{*}*

“i live here....”

and shes like

“?...? oh sorry i thought my boyfriend lived here..”

and ur both just standing there like ;-;

shes all dressed up and u look like a childs room threw up on u

And thats when it hit u

“OH”

“are you heeseungs girlfriend?!!???” your hand raises up to point at her unconsciously

“ yes.. i am” she looked so lost it was so funny

“oh then you have the right place im sorry! hes my roommate” you scurry back into the apartment, gesturing for her to come in and close the door behind her

“what? he didnt tell me had a roommate..”

poor girl 😭😭😭

you quite literally pounce into heeseungs room and smack him while shes still standing outside awkwardly in the living room

“fucking idiot” smack to the face

“wake up” smack to the chest

“heeseung i swear to god” you shake his head

“are you fucking dead???? wake up!!!!” you pinch his ears really hard

that woke him up

“Ow ow ow ow OWWW y/n what the hell???” his eyes are forced open but theyre squinted due to the sunlight

“your girlfriend is here” you whisper-yell at him

“what???” he sat up so quickly you almost laughed

you were 90% sure she heard everything

oh well

his problem

he just stares into space for a second before his eyes go wide

ur just sitting on his bed waiting for him to do something like Uhhh

“shit i planned a date today oh my god” he jumped up from his bed and hastily told you to “stay put” before throwing on a hoodie, walking to see his girlfriend, and slamming his bedroom door leaving u sat on his bed

yes u were nosy Muahahahahah

so u pressed ur ear against the door to listen to their conversation

“sora, im so sorry i slept in late i promise ill make it up to you please baby dont be mad”

you had to stifle your laughter with your hand

God this was gold

“heeseung why didnt you tell me you lived with a girl.”

oooooooh hes in trouble you laugh to yourself

“ah about that.. im sorry i didnt tell you.. dont worry though, you know i only like you! shes just my roommate”

ouch

Why did that hurt 😪

“whatever heeseung.. ill call you later” and then you heard the door slam

already???? you were ready to get ur popcorn :///

you didnt even notice it had been a while before the door opened with you still leaning on it

boom u fell on the floor

“ow”

“shut up” he said before jumping face down on his bed

you stand up to lean against his door again, staring pitifully at the boy

“you okay?” you cross your arms

“mmm” he mumbles into his pillow

“you know i think i deserve a treat for being woken up at 7am on a sunday by your little girlfriend”

“little? shes taller than you” he turned around to lay on his back and chuckle

“oh so you’re making jokes right now when your girlfriend might break up with you?” you glare at him

“shes not gonna break up with me over something this little” he rolls his eyes and grabs his phone from his nightstand

“you know you’re a little piece of shit heeseung!” you yell out to him after you walked out of his room

“how?!” he yelled back

“treat your girlfriend better!”

he kept his mouth shut after that

yeah you two didnt talk for the rest of the day because he stayed in his room sulking or whatever

fast forward to now

Right after he asked u to get him the chocolates and flowers

“please y/n, sora is gonna be here in 2 hours and i need to get everything ready and i dont have enough time to do everything” he begged

WITH THOSE CUTE LITTLE PUPPY DOG EYES OF HIS GOD

“do you really need them from stacys though???” you whined

he just huffed and glared at you “yes! sora only likes them from there.”

“nuh uh mister dont give me that look” you narrow your eyes at him

he immediately stops his glare and tries to look neutral

it almost made you laugh

you just looked at him for a few seconds before giving up

“fine. but what am i getting in return?”

his eyes lit up and traveled up as he was in thought

“hmmm ill buy you food whenever you want for a month”

Wow

“woah thats more than i bargained for but deal!” he didnt realize that until after you shook his hand, very enthusiastically might i add

Lol

so now you were on your way home with the MASSIVE bouquet of roses and beautifully wrapped chocolates sitting nice and snug in the passenger seat of your car

these two things costed $115

oh well its heeseungs money not yours

you found it amusing because heeseung was nowhere near rich so where was he finding this money to blow

over an hour later and ur finally back home

u open the door

u struggled very much btw

almost dropped everything haha

but woah......

your eyes widened and your mouth fell open

“heeseung? you didn’t tell me you two were having the date here..”

as soon as you walked in you smelled a pretty scent and the lighting was dim

it was beautiful

there were candles lit on every surface

rose petals were scattered messily everywhere

the two seater dining table was topped with elegant decor

there was quiet jazz music playing from his speaker

the familiar aroma of your favorite food hit you

standing there in your apartment didnt feel real

it felt like you were in a dream

you couldnt believe your apartment could turn into room from a fairytale

you were never one to be into disney princesses and fantasies

but for the first time ever you almost wished for a prince charming yourself

you almost got lost in a trance

and then....

the boy himself walked out

donned in an all black suit with a sliver of the white undershirt peeking underneath and the white tie

his bangs were covering his forehead and you noticed he styled them to be wavy

he had his earrings in and rings were present on 3 of his fingers

he looked absolutely dazzling

you dont know how or why.. but your heart began to race

why did this feel like it was for you...?

you wanted to be his disney princess

staring at him wistfully, it felt like time had stopped

“oh thanks y/n, i almost thought you ditched me” he chuckled quickly

he was frantic and out of breath as he snatched the things out of your hand

“right!” he began as he sped around the room setting everything up

“im sorry but i forgot to ask if you could leave for today. im such an idiot, im sorry y/n.. you can stay at a friends house or something for the night?” he didnt even look at you as he perfected the chocolates on the counter and the plates on the table

you couldnt help but notice your heart clench and your stomach twist at his words

you were still glued to your spot infront of the door

“o-oh! yeah, okay thats fine ill get my stuff now” you scurry to your room

you speedily threw some clothes and necessities in a bag before walking back to him

“hey..”

he didnt look at you

“helloooo”

“heeseung” you poke him

he finally turned to you

“sorry what?” he gazed down at you with big eyes

“its okay.. just wanted to let you know im leaving now” you give him a small smile

“oh right! thank you y/n again” he grinned

his pretty smile

“you look great by the way... have fun” you manage to say before slipping out the door

you didnt let him reply back because if you stayed in there a second longer you think you would’ve fallen in love with him

where did these feelings come from...?

you smack yourself on your forehead as youre walking down the steps to your car

ur probably just feeling like this because no man has ever done anything like that for u

and seeing it in real life made u want a bf 😟😟

yeah... thats it

so now ur at sunoos house

a close friend from your finance class

he lives in his parents house but theyre never home so he basically owns the place and doesn’t have to pay for it

Yeah u kinda envy the boy

but you love him because hes great

“y/n ..do you like him????” sunoo gasps

you guys are watching tangled for the 10th time and you were explaining what happened back at your apartment

“what? where did you get that from?” you snort, your eyes still focused on the movie

you could literally feel his eyes piercing into your soul with that stare

“the way you were telling me that story.... you sounded a bit jealous if i do say so myself..” he raises his eyebrow and leans back into the couch

“i do not like heeseung, sunoo” your eyes roll and you turn to look at him finally

he has a little smirk as he looks at u suspiciously

“hmmm okay, i get it” he raises his arms in defense and surrenders “you don’t wanna talk about it”

you scoff and laugh at his actions “you’re so annoying”

so ..*time skip* lol

you slept at sunoos for the night

it wasnt anything new bc u used to stay at his alot while u were in the process of moving into your apartment

one of his guest rooms is practically urs bc u have some decorations and spare clothes there :P

when you woke up that sunday morning you realized you forgot to set an alarm

so now its like 11am

well its not like you needed to be home so you shrugged it off

“morning” u said to sunoo when u saw him sitting on the couch watching wreck it ralph

boy loves his movies

“when are you going home?”

“wow rude.... not even a good morning back??” you found him amusing

“sorry, good morning. when are you going home” he turned his head to look at you

it made you laugh

Sunoo is so funny u love him

“do u wanna get rid of me that bad??? i hate you”

“ni-ki and jungwon are coming over today and i dont want you smothering them like you always do” he playfully glares at you

NI-KI AND JUNGWON???!!!??!!!!!!

“MY BABIES????” you exclaim and jump on the couch next to sunoo

“yes” he exasperatingly says

“now leave before they get here”

“WHAT?? no im staying because i wanna see them”

“NO!!!! now get out of my house y/n”

“why not?!!???! sunoo please i bet they miss me so much”

“y/n please.. they do NOT miss you”

“they literally do i always make them cookies and theyre like y/n ur so cool we love you”

“u mustve been hallucinating....”

“sunoo please please please i dont wanna go home” u tried to muster up the cutest puppy dog eyes ever

he looked at your face for a moment

“no u look ugly”

“YOU’RE SO ANNOYING” you push him

“theyre coming back tomorrow you can come then! today is boys night”

“boys night?” you snort “what the fuck are u kids gonna do that i cant be around for?”

“SHUT UP Y/N get out of my house!” he just starts to drag you out of his house himself

“ow oW OKAY fine ill leave... have fun doing.. whatever you’re gonna do” you grab your bag and start to head for the door

sunoo slams the door in ur face after he says “bye dont come back please” 😭😭😭

“asshole!” u yell to him thru the door

you just huff and stand on his porch for a second

you wonder if heeseung still has his girlfriend over and decide to text him

y/n🦧: hi can i come back home

welp

now ur sitting on sunoos porch waiting for a reply

10 minutes pass while ur scrolling on your phone and still no reply

you look up when you hear the front door open

“why are you still here?” sunoo frowns at you

“heeseung didnt answer my text and i dont wanna go back if his girlfriend is still there” you reply

“go home y/n plz.... i lied jungwon and ni-ki arent coming over.. my grandparents are” he tries to shoo you away

“why would you lie about that” you laugh

“theyre really mean! but you can come back tomorrow because the boys are actually gonna be here.. now go because my grumpy grandparents are gonna be here in like 5 minutes” he guides your shoulders down his porch

“ugh.. if his girlfriend is still there its your fault” you pout

“wha- how is that my- whatever y/n go home!!!”

when you drive off you dramatically wave your hand to him trying to show how desperately you did not wanna go home

sunoo just giggles and runs back inside

you drove home extra slow Lol

and now you were at the door contemplating whether or not you just make a run for it

but u said fuck it because u missed the comforts of ur own room

well u knocked a little before unlocking the door

how embarrassing to be knocking on the door of ur own home 💀

you didnt get an immediate answer so u just stood outside in the apartment hallway....waiting....

after waiting for like 30 seconds (because ur impatient) you knock again

well i tried to be nice you thought

you finally gave up and unlocked the door with your keys, kind of slowly opening the door to peek in

hmmm.... nothing

the sun was emitting some rays of light through one of the windows but none of the lights were on

and why was there food still on the table..?

you were kind of afraid to go see heeseung

but

you did notice one thing

there wasn’t a pair of shoes u didnt recognize sitting on the rack by the door

so... is his girlfriend not here or did she bring her shoes to his room lol..

“hello?” you unconfidently called out to nobody in particular

no answer

you slipped your shoes off quietly and tiptoed towards the hallway that included both of your rooms across from eachother

the kitchen and living room looked untouched

to describe u being confused would be an understatement

you set your bag down on your bed and then made your way to heeseung.. just to check on him

you were genuinely so confused rn

you thought they would be cuddling on the couch or talking in his room or something but it was dead silent throughout the house

“heeseung?” you soft knocked on the door of his bedroom

surely he couldnt still be asleep.. it was noon on a monday and heeseung would normally be up by 10 because he said he would “start being a more productive man” as he said it

you always laughed at him because he used to wake up at like 3pm on days he didnt have class

anyways you didnt get an answer which was slightly concerning because you didnt forget to take note that you saw his car in the parking garage when you arrived

“i’m coming in” you called out to him before twisting the knob and pushing the door open

you realized you might be crossing a line and he’d get upset at you for invading his privacy but you were honestly worried for your friend

at first you didn’t see him

his room was empty, not a single person in sight

that is until you further examined the big lump on his bed

“heeseung? what...” you walked over to the lump that you only knew was him because you could see a bit of his hair peeking out from the top

“um.. am i interrupting something..” you awkwardly said, debating whether or not to go closer

he wasn’t saying anything so you guessed he was sleeping

how odd for him

you wanted to just check real quick and then you’d leave his room

so your feet padded softly against his wooden floor as you made your way over to him

and you bent down a little to kind of tug the huge blanket away from his face

as you got closer you also noticed his girlfriend wasnt here

the first thing you noticed was that he was definitely not asleep

your eyes widened and your hand instinctively went to his face to cup his cheek

“are you okay?! why are you crying?” you quickly asked, your eyebrows were furrowed in worry

in your months living with him you have never seen him show any emotional feelings in front of you and it almost made you panic

his eyes locked onto yours before he looked away from you and closed his eyes

he still hasnt said anything and you really didnt know what to do in this situation

you took your hand off his cheek before sighing

now you’re just sat on the side of his bed just looking at him.. wondering what to do

you were sure he wasn’t sleeping even though his eyes were shut and he wouldnt move

but you sat there for 5 minutes and he didnt seem to mind

“sora broke up with me”

he finally broke the silence

...

you didnt know what to say

you couldnt ask if he was okay when he obviously wasnt

“do you wanna talk about it? you looked over to heeseung to see him staring at you

“not really” he broke eye contact once again and looked up towards the ceiling

“later i will.. just not now” he breathed out

you nodded at that, understanding his situation

you felt terrible for the boy

his eyes were red and his voice was all nasally like he’d been crying

“i’ll leave you alone now..” you patted his big blanket fluff to lighten the mood and walked out his stuffy room

hours had passed while he was stuck in that room and you didnt know what to do

it was 7pm already

you spent the day watching tv in the living room

but it was dinner time and you made ramen (his fav!!!) in hopes that he would come out of there

“heeseung you’ve gotta eat” you knock on his door again

you had told him to eat at 2 earlier but he insisted that he wasnt hungry

you were surprised when he instantly opened the door and your hand was still in midair as you were knocking

if your hand moved an inch you wouldve been knocking on his chest which you found very funny but you didnt think this was the right time for jokes

“hi” you looked up at him

he was wearing his purple beanie with sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt

he definitely looked better than he did this morning which you thanked god for

“hey” he gave u this look :]

“you okay? i made ramen.. can you smell it” you kinda giggled

“yeah, thanks” he tried to send you a small smile which you were thankful for

“okay well come eat because i worked very hard on it” you turned on your heels and went towards the tiny kitchen island with two seats

he followed you and sat next to you as you gave him his bowl and chopsticks

“bon appetit!” you clapped your hands before digging in

you were proud of urself ngl... the ramen was smacking

“thank you y/n” he said softly

you refused to admit it but he was.. So Cute

“no problem, just eat” you grinned

and you two ate in silence for a good 15 minutes

he said he would do the dishes after you were done which was relieving because you wanted to go jump in your bed and watch tiktoks very badly

there was a slight awkwardness in the air too so you wanted to let that cool off too

so now you were cuddled up in our bed with your phone very close, almost too close, to your face

and you could hear the sink running as heeseung washed the dishes

you silently prayed he was feeling better and that he would be over it soon

the sink turned off and you could hear his footsteps coming towards the hallway

what surprised you was that you heard knocks on your bedroom door

“can i come in?” he asked

“yeah its open” you replied

u had to get out of ur blanket cocoon :///

you watched him stride over to sit next you on your bed

he even got under the covers and laid down like dang lmao u getting comfy i guess

“whats up?” you were sitting up while he was laying on your pillows

“so.. she broke up with me last night” he spoke while hugging one of your plushies

oh OHH so this is what this is about

“oh.. are you feeling better now?”

“yeah i think.. we only dated for 4 months but i really liked her....”

“did she say why she did?” you asked

“she said she found someone else. i dont know if you know this but shes a year older than me and she told me she wasnt into younger guys which doesnt even make any sense because her ex was younger than her too and-”

“okay heeseung” you laugh “people are like that, you just gotta deal with it”

“yeah yeah, i know” he sighed “i dont know.. i dont know if im sad i lost her or if im sad over the fact that i dont have a girlfriend anymore”

“was she your first girlfriend?”

“me? y/n” he laughed “ive had plenty before”

“oh” you didnt even wanna ask

“why? have you never had a boyfriend or something?” he joked

“no....” you trailed off, unable to look him in the eye out of embarrassment

you were never even embarrassed about that but for some reason admitting it to heeseung made you shy

“what?! no way” he was actually shocked

“yes way now can we change the topic this is terrible” you roll your eyes and shove a plushie in his face

“awee little y/n” he teased you

“get out” you snickered

“okay okay fine.. but yeah i think i’ll be okay. she broke up with me as soon as she got here so all of my planning was for nothing. i think that was what devastated me the most, i had no one to eat with”

you wanted to yell I LITERALLY EXIST soooo bad

Why is he so stupid.......

“thats sad...” you said

you wanted to laugh at your reply bc what else could you say

“yeah anyways you dont have to worry about taking care of me while im sulking or whatever im cool now’

“well that was quick.. you were acting like a baby this morning now ur this tuff guy” you tease

“yeah yeah i dont even know why i was acting like that” his cheeks went pink

“im just kidding” you send a small smile his way “you know im always here for you right? dont be afraid to be a little emotional sometimes” you reach over to pat his head

“thanks y/n” he smiles “you’re a really great friend”

ouch

yeah.. friend

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shorkbrian · 4 years ago

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Ushijima scaring anxious, kindly u into submission every time he asks for u to spend time or something but really he just wants to spoil and cuddle u before bedding u, and you were never trained to say no to him

AHHHHHH BUT

(What to expect - Gender neutral reader, NSFW, kind of coercion but not really, noncon, Dubcon, Ushijima is a jerk. Ignored signs of clearly not wanting whatever he’s selling and he does it all anyway)

He’s so intimidating, acts like he doesn’t know it but he does, and he uses it to his advantage.

Makes sure to always approach you when you’re sitting down, when you’re eating lunch or sitting in your cubicle. That way he can loom over you, asking you in a quiet, steady voice if you’d like to go get drinks with him after work.

You’re such a shy, quiet thing, he’d immediately set his sights on you the second you had gotten hired. Tendou tried to complain about how boring you were, how you didn’t seem to like his teasing or his jokes, but Ushijima brushed him off, telling his coworker to stop bothering you.

Diligent and honest, ever the hard worker, you tried to tell him no. Well, tried as in opened your mouth, then shut it again. Ushijima took that as an assent.

So he takes you out for drinks, sometimes dinner. Invites you over to his place, asks if you’d go for a walk with him. When he asks what you enjoy doing, you’re so intimidated by the big man, how he fills the space of your cubicle, that you stammer out a reply, ducking your head submissively because you don’t know what else to do.

Ushijima listens though, and finds you like dogs and swimming and hot cocoa.

He takes you to a dog cafe the next week during your lunch break, buys you coffee while you pet the puppies. He kisses you afterwards, when you’ve both taken a sip of your drinks. He tastes like the coffee he drinks, warm and bitter and not something that you could ever see yourself liking.

But you don’t know how to tell him that.

A trip to a local lake was unexpected and quite frankly alarming - Ushijima had asked for your address on Friday, and you really did not feel comfortable giving it to him. But when you tried to tell him no, all that got out of your mouth was a pathetic little squeak before your throat froze up. He was staring at you so intensely, those bushy eyebrows stuck in the position they always held, framing his piercing brown eyes, the ones that never seemed to leave your face.

But he showed up at your house on Saturday in his truck, wearing swimming trucks and with sunglasses on his head, telling you to get into your swimsuit and bring a towel.

The water was cold, but Ushijima didn’t seem to be affected, and his grip on your hand was unrelenting, so you had no choice but to follow him into the lake.

He kissed you then too, while you’re trying to tread water and not freeze. Your teeth are chattering, but he pushes his tongue past your lips anyways, and you hear a soft little sigh when his hands make contact with your waist.

Apparently, he can stand at this depth, even though you can’t. You’re left floundering in his strong grip, giving up on trying to stay afloat because his hands hold you up so easily.

You can’t tell him to stop when he starts to grope at your breasts, his mouth devouring your own. All you can do is grab his wrists and feebly kick your legs in the water, but Ushijima can pretend that you’re trying to steady yourself. It’s not like you’d be brave enough to tell him “no” even if your mouth was free.

When he invites you to his house, he doesn’t even leave room for you to turn him down. He’s curt, but blunt, and as soon as he leaves your cubicle you’re bursting into tears. You don’t want to go.

Ushijima can tell you’re anxious and nervous, but he doesn’t care all that much. He’s taken the right steps, done the wine-ing and dine-ing and you hadn’t said no at any point to any of his courting.

Yes, you’d trembled when he kissed you the first time. but every girl he’s kissed has been like that.

When he’d felt you up while making out in the lake, you’d been shivering so hard you were making little ripples, squirming under his heated touch. That’s to be expected.

As you step into his house for the first time, your face loses color and looks sick with fear. Ushijima just gives you a quick hug, leads you to the dining room despite your hesitancy, barely saying a word.

He asks you generic questions while the two of you eat, and you try to compliment him on the food, but you can’t find the words between the roaring in your ears, the alarm bells screaming at you to leave, to stand up for yourself, to be brave and make yourself heard.

The questions are answered timidly, with the softest voice, but it just makes Ushijima harder for you, eager to make you scream and lose control.

Dinner is finished, even though you try to drag it out, so Ushi moves to the couch with dessert, chocolate strawberries.

It’s awkward, and you feel sick to your stomach when he looks at you, biting into the berry, licking his lips clean. You take a bite, making point to look down at your lap to avoid eye contact, but Ushijima watches you nonetheless.

After just one strawberry, your stomach is in knots, and you’re ready to go home. Ushi must read your body language, because before you can stand he’s pressing a giant hand to your thigh, scooting a bit closer, holding a strawberry.

He presses it to your lips insistently, and when you inch backwards he follows you. You want to cry, feel like crying, and you almost do as you try and build up your courage to say a simple, two lettered word.

Opening your mouth to tell him “no” has a strawberry getting shoved into it, Ushijima’s face finally breaking into the smallest of smiles. He’s always so serious and somber, it’s almost a shock to see such an expression cross his face.

Then you’re getting kissed again, Ushijima biting off the other end of the strawberry, swallowing it quickly just so he can swallow your lips even faster.

Pushed down onto your back so Ushijima towers over you, pulling back to find you with tears in your eyes and a flush on your cheeks. He wastes no time in stripping off your clothes, watching the trickle of tears turn into a waterfall, body wracked with violent shudders.

You feel so pathetic, unable to speak a word, letting him pull off your clothes, manhandle you to your feet with one hand, pushes you over the arm of the couch so your legs are spread and your face is buried in the seat cushions.

Ushijima calmly takes off his pants, taps the buckle of his belt gently against your bare ass in... warning? promise? Trying to think about it makes your stomach want to heave, and you’re doing everything not to throw up into the cushions.

They’re already drenched in your copious tears, in your snot and the slightest bit of saliva where your mouth has been open while you sob loudly.

But you still don’t no how to tell Ushijima “no”.

Even when he’s fishing in his pants pockets for lube, squirting it onto your hole, rubbing it in.

Even when you hear the slick sounds of him lubing up his cock, you can’t find the words.

When he guides himself inside, you realize that it’s hopeless, and give up.

You let him stretch you out painfully, sliding in inch after horribly thick inch, his hands rubbing your sides, one slowly stroking what part of his cock that he can reach as he exercises patience for your body.

It’s awkward, and that one hand bumps up against your slit on every upstroke, and it’s embarrassing how you clench around him when he accidentally brushes against the sensitive outside of your hole. It all just makes you cry harder.

The sound is muffled by the couch cushions though, so Ushi rocks you forward a bit, until your chest is resting on the couch now, and he has to stretch a bit to stay at a good angle to enter you, your lower half almost pointing to the ceiling as it gets situated over the arm of the couch.

Legs completely off the ground, you sob out a shrill whine, praying that he’ll be done soon. The man pulls your head up then with a quick handful of your hair and you scream for real, the movement hurting your scalp, pushing you further back onto his cock, making you ache and hurt in different places.

And it’s all Ushijima ever wants to hear.

So as soon as the sound tapers off, he rams his hips flush with your body, and you shriek; a long, drawn out sound that Ushijima can’t seem to get enough of.

He’s fast and ruthless, handling you like a toy, slapping at your ass to make you wail and yelp on each thrust.

When you quiet down, he spits out that he wants to hear you, he wants you to be loud, and it sounds like he’s almost angry. You don’t know why he’s angry.

Isn’t this what he wanted?

You’re trying to process, but Ushijima wants noises, so he pulls out for a second, before cruelly slapping at your most sensitive parts and you make a noise that you don’t even register, something like a whine and a scream all at the same time, fresh tears bursting from your eyes as you body tries to curl in on itself, away from the pain.

But the man quickly catches your hip and drags you back onto his cock, makes the stretch burn again. Were you even stretched out in the first place?

The pain is hot, and you feel swollen and you’re even more sensitive down there, yelping on each hard, vicious thrust where his balls smack against your red skin, when his hand comes down hard on abused flesh.

It all hurts so bad, and he’s so big, and you’re overwhelmed.

If only you’d figured out how to tell him no the first time he’d talked to you.

This was all your fault for being compliant, for following him around like a meek little lamb afraid. If you were a meek little lamb, he was a herding dog, big and muscular, watchful. He’d bite you, hurt you, claim it’s good for you.

You kept making noises, if only to stop him from hurting you so callously again. Soft whimpers and loud groans of pain, sobbing around groans of pain mixed with pleasure before gasping as he smacked your ass again. In this position, feet off the ground, you really were nothing but a rag doll against him, for the man to use as he pleased.

When he pulled out again, you felt fear shoot through you. Scrambling in an attempt to turn over got you nowhere, but you feared another harsh hand to your abused hole.

Begging loudly, tearfully, as if it was the only thing between you and death had Ushijima groaning. You could hear slick sounds, and that’s when it clicked that he was jerking off over you.

A small mercy.

His cum hit your ass cheeks, then your hole, spurting out onto your skin before beginning to follow gravity and roll down.

When he finished, you felt big hands rub the liquid into your skin, smoothing it over your inflamed ass, massaging it into your wet, lubricated hole, reaching around to flick between your legs with a humored huff, watching you twitch before he resumed using his cum as a lotion for you.

Only when Ushijima seemed satisfied did he let you up, and it was a long while before that happened. Long enough for you to calm down somewhat, violent sobs giving way to little sniffles, body feeling numb, brain tired and ready for sleep, to forget about this horrible experience.

Hands spread your ass cheeks one last time, hefting you up so Ushijima could look at your twitching hole, see the puffy red skin. Then you were getting hauled to your feet with an arm around your waist, Ushijima laughing when you tried to stand and your legs gave out in their numb, deadened state.

He carried you to his shower, promising to make you feel good the whole way there, especially since you were so submissive and screamed when he wanted you to.

And you couldn’t do anything, still too afraid to go against his desires.

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mostly-marvel-musings · 4 years ago

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Hii! Could u maybe do a 12 & 13 from fluff prompts with Bucky?

Also congratulations on the milestone! 🤍

Just say yes

A/N: Beware of the fluff attack and Bucky being an absolute puppy dog!

Not my gif! Credits to the owner.

Prompts - Dancing in the kitchen & Proposal gone wrong.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fluff town, a curse word or two.

Word count: 1500ish

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As the saying goes, ‘everything that can go wrong, will go wrong’ Bucky found it applicable to his current situation now more than ever.

He had been planning the perfect evening while you were away on a small mission with Sam and were expected to be home in less than an hour. He’d ordered your favourite pizza, kept that special bottle of wine you’d been saving on the table with two glasses, even texted every single person in the team to not disturb once you were home.

Bucky wanted you all to himself tonight. That and the fact that he was planning to propose.

You arrived fifteen minutes later looking tattered and exhausted. Bucky frowned, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel as he heard the front door slam shut, concerned when he didn’t hear your usually chirpy voice, he walked out to greet you.

“Welcome home sweetheart, how was th—”

He stopped mid-sentence after getting a good look at your state, hair in disarray, minor cuts decorating your forehead and chin. It wasn’t the first but today was supposed to be an easy one.

“Oh you look terrible.”

“Thanks I feel terrible.”

Bucky chuckled, pulling you into a hug before pressing a kiss on your temple, immediately feeling your body sink into his.

“What went wrong? I thought the mission was fairly—”

“Yeah except it wasn’t. I’m going to take a bath okay.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

Sighing, you gently pushed him away to get to the bathroom, peeling off the unitard as you went, exhaustion making you forget he was waiting for a kiss, but he understood.

“Alright, don’t be too long though. I made you dinner, and I can guarantee it’s edible this time.”

“I’m sorry babe but I’m not really hungry. All I want is sleep.”

You mumbled, your voice laden with sleep as you reached for the door, missing Bucky’s dejected face that he quickly recovered from, not wanting you to worry.

“How about I get you a glass of wine and patch you up?” He offered.

“Yep.”

You practically crawled into bed after you bathed, falling asleep instantly. Bucky climbed in shortly after, racking his brain for yet another attempt of proposing as he draped his arm across your waist, gazing at your sleeping form for a while before kissing your forehead.

A lingering aroma of fresh bacon and eggs woke you up the next day. Peeking through a half open eye, you saw Bucky holding a tray of food in his hands and your favourite flower between his teeth.

“God bless you Bucky Barnes!” You exclaimed, sitting up against the headboard with the biggest smile on your face, making grabby hands at the food as your stomach growled.

He placed the tray in your lap and tucked the flower behind your ear, whispering ‘good morning’ before leaning in for a kiss which you happily returned.

Bucky had already cleared your schedule for the day, made sure that no one bothered you today, he was determined to not let you out of the house before getting that ring on your finger.

You took turns eating yourself and feeding your super caring boyfriend who had gone through all this trouble for you, not really saying much but rather enjoying the silence you shared.

“Hey I got us a table at that Italian restaurant that you love for dinner.” Bucky announced matter-of-factly, hiding his nervous self under the facade of a casual dinner date.

“I’ll have to check with Agent Hill if there’s some updates after last night’s blow-up but I’m sure th—”

“Oh that won’t be necessary.”

“It won’t?” You eyed the man who kept his gaze on the piece of fruit he was toying with in the plate.

“Y-yeah I cleared your schedule for the day.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I want you all to myself.” Bucky’s soft smile warmed your heart as did his honesty, making you lean forward and place a chaste kiss to his lips.

“So it’s a date Barnes.”

“It’s a date.”

Bucky went over his plan once more after deciding to drop the idea of proposing in a public place, he figured he would take you out for a nice meal first, get home, maybe open a nice bottle of wine with some cake and do it then.

He still had some issues when people disturbed your peace while out at a public place or a social gathering. People would stare, ask for pictures with his vibranium arm or just generally give him the look making him utterly uncomfortable. He decided he couldn’t afford that tonight, everything had to be perfect. He even decided to take the efforts of making you a chocolate cake from scratch.

Evening rolled by and the kitchen counter was a mess of broken eggshells, a thousand mixing bowls and spoons, the floor covered in sugar and cocoa powder while Bucky wiped the sweat off his forehead and finally got the batter in the oven.

Looking around, he knew it would eventually have to be professionally cleaned or it would be sleeping on the couch for a week. Somehow he had to evade you from entering the kitchen until he popped the question.

The super soldier double checked the ring box in his back pocket and set the timer, getting to make the ganache for the cake.

“Bucky! Get in here right now!” You yelled from the bathroom, voice sounding downright pissed off.

“Ah fuck what now.”

Muttering under his breath, he ran, only to find your fully clothed self drenched as the water sprayed everywhere from the broken shower.

“Oh God, are you alright?”

“Besides being fucking soaked and ruining my new dress & make-up? Oh just fabulous!” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest and stepping away to let him in the mini pool.

You stood next to him shivering while he tried his best to fix it, his vibranium arm doing the trick as he closed the tap, now completely soaked the same as you.

A tiny box fallen on the wet floor caught your attention and you bent to pick it up, gasping when you opened it to find the most beautiful diamond ring sitting inside the cushioned box.

It felt more and more real the longer you stared at it, unable to form words, glancing at the man you loved and who, by some miracle loved you back & enough to take this next big step.

“Bucky…”

“Hmm?” He wasn’t paying attention.

“What uh..when did you—please look at me.” You croaked, holding the tiny box up in your palm.

Bucky’s eyes turned wide before his hand automatically went for the back pocket of his jeans from where the ring must’ve fallen.

“Fucking hell.”

“What? I hope this isn’t for someone else.” You chuckled at your terrible attempts of a joke, tears already gathering in your eyes while Bucky scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Okay I’m gonna do this now. Wait fuck, let me get you a towel first, you’re shivering.”

He hurried to wrap you in a fluffy towel, walked you out and sat you on the bed before knelt down on both knees and cleared his throat.

“Here we go. None of the amazing things that have happened in my life in the past few years would’ve happened, if it weren’t for you. You have been one of the most integral parts of my journey towards healing and by no means is it over, but I know I can’t go ahead without you. You’ve loved me through my worst and by some miracle continue to do so even today.” He chuckled, tears gathering in his eyes while you were down right sobbing at this point.

“I mean it wasn’t supposed to happen like this, I had a whole thing planned and now the kitchen’s a big mess and we have a pool in the bathroom. But again when has anything worked perfectly for us right?”

You giggled through tears, nodding as your mind automatically played all those memories, first date, first kiss, the first ‘i love you’s, everything. It wasn’t the smoothest ride with Bucky but it was the best and you wouldn’t have it any other ways.

“So Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N), would you be interested in spending the rest of your life with a semi-stable hundred year old man?”

Wiping your tears, you knelt in front of the man yourself as fresh tears appeared, cupped Bucky’s face in your hands and kissed him with all the love you had in you.

“What do you say?” He mumbled, never breaking the kiss as he stood up with you and walked you over to the bed.

“What do you want me to say? I already found the ring.” You giggled, flopping on the bed and peeling your clothes off, dinner reservations long forgotten.

“Just say yes.”

“Yes.” Saying it out loud made you believe it actually happened, as Bucky climbed between your parted legs.

“Say it again.”

“Yes!”

Two hours later when you were finally ready to leave the bedroom, you found yourself in the kitchen in Bucky’s arms, swaying to some 40s ballads that he put on, the floor was a complete mess but neither of you cared. The cake he’d prepared was mostly burnt - thankfully he ran to turn the oven off right before giving you your second orgasm of the night.

But you wouldn’t trade this moment, this day or this man for anything.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x female reader

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garbagevanfleet · 4 years ago

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Brightest Blue (series)

PART ONE

Pairing: Josh & female!Reader Warnings: None yet. Summary: Things are changing. New state. New school. New roommate. You just pray things are going to click into place. Notes: Here we are everyone. This fic has been a long time in the making, but I’m pretty dang happy with it so far! I made Josh extra lovable and squishy for you all. I hope you enjoy! This fic is edited by the amazing and gorgeous, @lantern-inthenight. And big thanks as always to @myownparadise96. I literally could not have found the motivation to do this fic without you.

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The scenery in Michigan was vastly different than back home. You were used to and comfortable with the nearly unforgiving heat of the American South West, but the farther away you got from home, the more foreign everything seemed. The scrubland slowly started being replaced by emerald green grass and dense forests of towering pines. Once you hit Illinois, little farmsteads were scattered along every road you took, boasting fields thick with corn and beans.

It was a bit over a full day’s worth of driving. You had originally thought you could just drive right through - after all, you were young and you had plenty of caffeine at the ready. In reality, you wound up digesting the trip over two days.

You were a fortunate enough person that you had a reliable car, which made up for the fact that it wasn’t very pretty to look at. It didn’t exactly sip gas, but that had never even been a concern before this - it wasn’t very often that you left home, let alone make a trip across the country. But you were able to breathe a sigh of relief when you started seeing the exit signs for Ann Arbor.

Your parents had been a bit judgemental about you picking a school so far away - they were even worse homebodies than you, and they knew that you being across the country meant they wouldn’t be seeing you until the school year was over - but there was no way you could turn down an opportunity like this one. You had worked your ass off to qualify for a scholarship, knowing full well that there was no way you could afford higher education otherwise. MU hadn’t been your very first choice but with one of the better programs in the country for your desired field, you just couldn’t turn it down.

You had to pull over into a McDonald’s parking lot to pull up the address you were looking for and program it into your phone’s GPS before continuing further into the city. Your mother had been particularly wary about your living situation. See, she was a woman that adamantly liked to have a plan and then stick to it - she didn’t see any value in just letting things happen. “Go with the flow” wasn’t in her vocabulary, but you’d always romanticised the idea. Which was why, when you pulled up to the apartment that you were going to be living in for the next year, it was the first time you’d ever seen it.

You had found the listing on the Facebook marketplace for the area, looked at a couple of pictures, and signed the lease agreement online - all without knowing what you were really in for. You’d been informed that you’d have a roommate when you’d contacted the landlord, but she hadn’t mentioned a thing about the person other than that. All she really said was “no pets, no smoking, and one month’s rent for the security deposit. You had told yourself that it didn’t really matter what the situation was as long as the other person wasn’t outwardly malicious and the place wasn’t infested with pests or anything, even though you knew it mattered a little.

An audible sigh of relief left your lips when you pulled into the apartment parking lot and found that your new home looked well kept. The building had old, slide-up windows, but the brick siding was clean, and the shrubs that lined the property were trimmed and neat. You and your back seat stuffed to max capacity with house plants had made it - and with only a bit of sleep deprivation and caffeine jitters for damages.

After you got out of the car, you grabbed your very favorite potted cactus and found your way into the building, meandering down the dim hall until you came upon the door marked 6. You hadn’t been given a key yet, so you knocked with your free hand and waited until you heard someone shuffling around inside.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t nervous - obviously, you were - but more than anything you were excited. Anxious, maybe? That seemed like the right word.

The door opened to reveal a boy, around your age, hair a mess of curls on the top and shorn tighter to the sides of his head. You were immediately taken aback by the depth in his eyes, chocolatey and warm.

“What’s up?” he asked casually, leaning against the door frame, a pair of old-school headphones dangling from his hand.

You frowned at him slightly, suddenly terrified you’d gotten the wrong apartment number. You weren’t sure how you’d live with that embarrassment, especially if you had to live next door to him - you’d just be that stupid girl that didn’t even know where she lived. “Oh, I think I’m your new roommate? This is number six, right?” You peered around the other side of the open door, just to confirm.

A beaming grin spread over his soft face, showing you his blindingly white teeth and the deepest pair of dimples you’d ever seen. “Oh, cool, yeah. Come on in.”

He stepped aside, giving a dramatically flourished bow as a gesture for you to enter. You obliged, and even though this was your new house too, you paused and waited as he shut the door behind you.

“Sorry, I was expecting you yesterday, so.” He trailed off with a sheepish smile and then extended his free hand to you. “Anyway, I’m Josh.”

You shifted your cactus to one arm so you could shake his hand. “Y/N. Yeah, sorry, it took me longer than I expected to get here. Which is why my stuff apparently showed up before I did.”

You eyed around the apartment, spotting boxes of your things in piles. The original plan your parents had come up with was to have you rent a U-Haul, but since you’d never driven anything bigger than your Camry, you had quickly shot that idea down. After some expert negotiating, they had agreed to hire a moving company. You hadn’t had the balls to ask what a service like that had set them back - decided instead that it was better if you didn’t know.

“Oh yeah,” he replied, rubbing at the back of his neck. “It all showed up yesterday at like noon. One of the boxes was open a little, and I saw records so I looked through them to make sure you weren’t some kind of freak.”

It was more of a statement than a warning, and the smile he gave you showed not even a shred of an apology so you just smiled back. “Find anything you like?”

He turned on his heel and headed into the kitchen - connected to the living room by a huge square archway. “Your music taste is,” He paused, opening a cupboard and pulling down two mismatched glasses. “Eclectic.”

You laughed at him, bending to gently set your plant down on a side table. “That’s true.”

“But I found plenty I could listen to, so I guess you’re okay. You want some juice?” he asked as he held up a paper carton of store brand orange juice

“That would be lovely,” you agreed, standing stick straight the way you did when in the presence of new company. “My dad used to take me to a lot of thrift stores and we’d go home with a minimum of two records per trip.”

“I love thrifting,” he said simply, giving you an alarmingly serious look. “There are three here, I think. Every once in a while you can find something really worth keeping. I have kind of a ‘catch and release’ policy where if I don’t instantly know what I’m going to do with an item, I leave it there, but I think - like - a third of my wardrobe is from thrift stores.”

You listened, feeling oddly entranced by the way he was handing you thoughts as they came to him. There was something truly honest about it - a quality people back home didn’t seem to have. It was charming.

He brought your glass of juice to you and then motioned to the rest of the apartment. “You want the grand tour of Casa De Joshua-” He gave you a pointed look and a cheesy grin. “And Y/N?”

You breathed a laugh at him, nodding as you sipped. “Please.”

“Okay, try not to get lost - this is obviously the living room. I do most of my living here as the name would suggest. I found this couch on the side of the road - actually almost all of my furniture is adopted.” As he explained, he was gesturing to items like Vanna White.

The couch looked. Well-loved. You could tell just at a glance that it was probably past it’s prime when Josh had stumbled upon it, but it did look comfortable, and it wasn’t like you had a couch to offer, so you were happy with it.

“I have this TV but it’s really only for movies and stuff because I’m twenty-two and I’d rather die than pay for cable. But there are literally hundreds of DVDs in the TV stand that you are welcome to peruse at your leisure,” he informed, his hands gesturing almost arbitrarily as he talked.

You followed as he moved on through the archway. “This is the kitchen. All of the food lives here. There’s lots of stuff, but I try to just make two bigger meals per day. I don’t have a real ice tray so I’ve been using a chocolate mold- Well anyway, our ice will be in the shape of wiener dogs.”

You were shocked at the laugh that escaped you, genuine and uncontrolled. He grinned over at you, clearly also surprised - but pleased with himself for getting the reaction he was aiming for.

“I think I can live with that.”

“Good,” he agreed simply, giving you a new kind of smile - something sweeter. After a beat, he motioned down the hall with his eyes, letting you lead. “The bathroom is this way. The water takes like three or four minutes to get hot. I realized that I have a lot of products for some reason, but I condensed them all into this one area in the corner just in case my new roommate was a girl, and you are so that’s great. I’ll probably get a shelf.”

There was a proud quality to his voice like he felt gentlemanly for letting you have all the space you needed. For some reason, that made you feel warm and fuzzy.

“And what if your new roommate had been a boy?” you inquired with a smirk.

He put a finger on his chin, taking on a contemplative look for you. “Hmm. Then I guess I slowly would have moved my stuff back to the cabinet - probably just one thing per day so he wouldn’t notice. Unless he had a lot of makeup or something, then I’d just let him have it.”

He grinned as you teasingly shook your head.

“This way is the sleeping quarters. My room is there on the right and yours to the left.”

You stepped into your new room and let a sigh of relief. Two huge windows took up a lot of the far wall, framed underneath by large sills. The space was bright and roomier than you’d pictured. Your bed was set up in the very middle of the room, but you already knew exactly where you wanted it to go. For some reason, you had been concerned that you wouldn’t like the space, but it was kind of perfect.

“This is great,” you breathed, turning to him and giving him a sly grin. “Wanna give me a hand moving my furniture around?”

He pretended to consider for a moment until you spoke again.

“My mom sent money for pizza while I get stuff unpacked,” you said coyly. “If you needed any convincing.”

He laughed, showing you his teeth. “You drive a hard bargain. Okay, I’ll help as long as I get to look through your stuff while we move it.”

You gave him a questioning look, earning a one-shouldered shrug in return. He looked benign enough standing there, propped against the door frame with a goofy upturn to his lips, so you relented.

“Deal,” you agreed.

You were positive you would not have been able to move stuff without his help. For being a slender boy, he seemed to easily be able to get things where they needed to be. He dutifully helped you shove your furniture into place - your bed against the window wall, your desk and vanity on the wall with your closet door. Then, bless his little heart, he helped you move it all again when you decided you didn’t like the arrangement (but not without some light griping).

One by one, you brought in your boxes from the living room and you allowed him to poke through them, perched on your bed. He flipped through your books, thumbing pages of ones that piqued his interest - you could only imagine that he was already planning on borrowing some of them. He reacted similarly to your framed photos, as he unwrapped them from their packing paper.

When you got your record player set up, he put on a vinyl and started to hang your art prints on the wall where you instructed him to. The look of concentration on his face was rather endearing as he held a few nails between his teeth and hammered them into the wall, one by one. There was a time or two you were convinced that he was going to mutilate his thumb, but he didn’t, and when the last picture was hung, you breathed a sigh of relief.

You called in a pizza, adorned with his requested toppings as you hung your clothes into your closet, your phone tucked against your ear and shoulder for maximum efficiency.

Plants collected on your bed until there was no more room for them - after that, he started setting them on the floor as he brought them in from your car. He didn’t seem to be judging the sheer amount of them, even though he had every right to.

“It’s going to look like a jungle in here,” he stated finally as he took a bite out of a slice of pizza that he was holding like a taco, his eyes raking over all of the foliage scattered around your room. Rather than sounding like he was teasing, his tone seemed excited.

You grinned at him, starting to arrange them on the window sill and your bookshelf that had only ever served you as a plant shelf since you’d bought it. “Plants are my passion. Botany major,” you explained as you fluffed up your Monstera’s huge leaves.

“Ooh.” He raised his eyebrows at you, pulling one of his legs up underneath him on your bed - now fitted with sheets. “I think that’s going to be nice. Give it some life in here.”

You grabbed another slice from the pizza box on your nightstand and tried to think of the right tone of voice to use to ask the next question. “How long have you lived here by yourself?”

He hummed, eyes flicking around distantly as he thought. “Well, I’ve lived here just over a year, and my first roommate dropped out and moved back home about...six months ago?”

“Have you been lonely? You seem like a social guy.” You gave him an empathetic look but he just shrugged at you. You hadn’t known him long enough to know for sure, but you suspected he was more affected than he was letting on.

“I mean, a little lonely. But I got used to it for the most part.” He paused for a good couple of seconds before a smile spread across his lips. “And Penny’s kept me company.”

“Oh, does your girlfriend stay here too?” you prompted, trying to remember if you’d seen any feminine looking items lying around that weren’t yours.

“What? No,” he said under a chuckle and stood, gesturing for you to follow him across the hall.

The second you walked through the doorway, you were met with the smell of incense sticks and linen. His room was dimmer than yours and kind of cramped with all of his mismatching furniture, but he had a huge bed - you thought it could easily fit three people in it. There were some clothes strewn about around a laundry hamper by the door and you tried to not be jealous that his closet seemed to be about twice the size of yours.

He crossed the room to crouch in front of a coffee table that he seemed to be using as a catch-all. The varnish was worn off the top of it in rings because sitting on the coffee table was a globe of water and a calico colored goldfish swimming around aimlessly inside of it.

“Ah, so this is Penny,” you giggled as you bent over next to him. When the fish spotted him, it rose to the surface of the water, opening its mouth in demand for food.

He grinned down at it. “Light of my life. We’re not allowed to have pets but I figured that a fish didn’t count.”

You hummed, admittedly a bit charmed by the whole situation. “But don’t goldfish require a lot of space?”

The smile fell from his face, adopting a level of concern you hadn’t yet seen from him as he peered over at you. “Do they?”

Immediately, you felt guilty for putting that look on his features. Your brain kick-started - trying to think of a way to make it right again. “I think so? Maybe we can find her a small tank? Put a few little plants in there for her?”

Josh nodded at you, stroking his fingers over the glass with a frown. “I’m a bad dad.”

“No, no!” you assured, putting your hand on his head but then removing it instantly when you realized that you didn’t really know him, he’d just already made you feel like you did. Either way, you figured it would be inappropriate to touch him. “You’re great. She looks really happy.”

“She’s great at begging for food, so don’t get tricked,” Josh instructed after a moment, seemingly able to put his concerns aside to jest you.

You nodded in agreement. “I’ll be ever vigilant,” you promised, making him smile again.

He stood back up, so you did as well.

“Well, I’ll give you some time to get comfortable in your room,” Josh said, sitting back on his bed. “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“I promise I will,” you assured, tapping your hand on the doorframe on your way out.

By the time the sun was set, your room was shockingly well put together. The emotional rollercoaster that was the album Rumors helped you keep on task, losing yourself in the music so it didn’t feel like work at all. You hadn’t been expecting it to come along so quickly, but you guessed that was because you hadn’t anticipated such a friendly roommate. The nesting had always been your favorite part, so you took your time to enjoy placing out all your knick-knacks and photos.

You took a break to shower when you decided you were done for the day, reveling in the feeling of the water after such a long time in your car - He was absolutely right about how long it took to warm up from ice cold. When you got out and changed into your pajamas, Josh was sitting in the living room with a laptop across his legs.

“You wanna chill?” he asked when he heard you padding down the hall, shutting the lid of it and setting it on a side table. “Or if you’re too tired, that’s okay too.”

“No, no. I’d love to talk.” You sat next to him, leaving a comfortable amount of room between you as you pulled your knees up to your chin. “Tell me more about yourself,” you requested, tugging a blanket from a beat-up wicker basket on the floor and wrapping it around your body.

“Hmm, okay,” he started. You wondered how long it had been since he had to introduce himself to someone new. “I’m from a tiny little town here in Michigan. I’m the oldest of four - two brothers and a sister. My brother, Jake, also attends MU and lives just off campus.”

You frowned at him. “Wait, why wouldn’t he live with you?” you asked through a disbelieving laugh.

“He lived with me long enough,” Josh explained in a humored tone. “There are only so many people where I’m from and well - we wanted to meet new people, you know?”

“I guess I should be grateful for that.”

“Yeah, probably,” he teased and then paused to think. “I’m in performing arts - I’m actually putting on a production around Christmas with some elementary school kids.”

You suppressed the aww that was threatening to pass your lips. “You like kids?”

He beamed you a smile, shaking his head. “Love them. I want to have like ten of them someday.”

The thought of him surrounded by kids made you soften. You were genuinely shocked about how easy he was to talk to - how easy he was to like. You had never thought in a million years you’d get along with your roommate so well, let alone the first day meeting them.

“I hope you get to,” you said as genuinely as you could muster, prompting him to give you a grateful smile.

A yawn escaped you before you could hide it, and you quickly breathed an apology, but he just waved you off.

“You must be exhausted from that drive,” he said, his voice soft. “You should get some sleep.”

You nodded in agreement and gave him a thankful smile. “Is it okay if I sleep out here?”

The look on his face was quizzical, forcing a laugh from you. “Why would you do that?”

“I have this tradition where whenever I’m in a new place, I always sleep in the living room on the first night. It’s good luck.”

“Whatever you say.” His lips pulled back into an unconvinced smirk. “Well, yeah, you live here now too, so you can sleep wherever you’d like.”

He disappeared into his room for only a moment before popping his head back out, fingers wrapped around the door frame.

“Do you mind if I join you?”

You tried not to look too taken aback by the question, but you could feel your cheeks flushing warm. You raked your eyes along the couch, entirely positive that there wasn’t enough space for the two of you to lay out on it together fully - at least, not without being pressed flush against one another. However, his face looked innocent and soft - not a single tint of mischief colored across his features.

“Yeah, that-. I guess that’s okay,” you agreed sheepishly with a shrug. “But I’m not sure we’ll both fit if I’m being honest.”

He frowned questioningly at you, his brows lacing together until he realized what you thought he meant. His face instantly turned a light shade of pink to match yours. “No, no,” he quickly assured in between a breathy laugh. “I’m not going to sleep with you - I’ll take the recliner.”

“Oh, right.” You gave a nervous laugh of your own, cursing yourself out in your head for being so dull.

You were still well embarrassed as you made a nest of blankets on the couch and he brought out a pillow for you when you realized yours were still tucked deep in your bag of bedding. When each of you was situated on your respective pieces of furniture, he flicked the light off with a comfortable sigh.

It was silent for a moment before he spoke again, his voice taking on a tone that was far too smug for your liking. “You were awfully quick to agree to sleep next to me. You don’t have a crush on me, do you?”

You knew he was teasing, but your heart rate still managed to pick up under the pressure. You had never been particularly good with awkward social situations; you rolled your eyes in the dark, thankful he couldn’t see how red you were. “No, Josh. I do not have a crush on you.”

“Okay,” he said through a melodic laugh, and you got the feeling that he’d gotten the reaction he was aiming for from you. “Should we be best friends though?”

You snorted a laugh of your own, wanting to be annoyed at how likable he was, but falling short. “You are the most peculiar person I’ve ever met, I think.” You curled up, clutching your blanket tight to your body. “But yes. We can be friends.”

“Okay, cool - I’ll order matching t-shirts for us.” You could hear the pleased grin he was wearing, making you feel warm and cozy. You pulled the worn blanket up to your chin.

“See to it that you do.”

Author’s Note: okay, I hope you guys like it! please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list or removed from it. I’m using the same taglist from my Jake!fic, so no hard feelings if you don’t want to be tagged!

#josh fic #josh kiszka fic #josh x reader #joshxreader #greta van fleet fic #gvf fic #brightest blue fic

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i8jisoo · 4 years ago

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ⇉ skz with pregnant!reader

seungmin x reader | part seven of dad!skz

↬ genre; fluff & angst

↬ warnings; obviously pregnancy, talk of sex/condoms, talk of morning sickness, cursing, child-birth

↬ notes; i feel like my mental health is getting worse and it has been really hard to be positive but i finished this awhile ago, never posted it! just thought to post it today since i just reached 500 followers,, tysm everyone for the support on my posts and following me for content,, i’m waiting for enhypen debut rnnn, it’s really one of the only things keeping me happy n ready. my bias is jungwon :) he’s so adorable n cute i can’t wait + i hope to start writing for enhypen soon when i feel better,, ty guys <3

the night was a one night stand

seungmin had no plans to see you after, you already gone by the morning so it made no different what he wanted afterwards

so with his number in your phone, you decided that texting him would be the best

you texted him your address, asking him to meet with you after u addressed who you were

the best maybe after twelve, seeing as how from nine to eleven you would be occupied with the toilet bowl, the morning sickness really weighing on you

hes there, ready to talk, looking great

ur just there in a t-shirt and sweatpants with slightly messy hair

you seat him on ur couch, pacing in the kitchen before actually beginning to talk

“it broke, or maybe you forgot. i don’t know but you, you got me pregnant.”

i honestly see seungmin being really innocent in this and he’s just made a bad decision which resulted in a baby

“wh-what? no, i used.. i..”

it dawns on him that he can’t remember slipping on a condom before

he’s turned white as a sheet, probably feeling more ill than you

he does the math, figuring you’re around two months, you’re not that far along obviously

“we don’t have to do this, you hardly know me.”

hes shaking his head quickly, “nono, i wanna.. i may never get this chance again. i might not ever meet someone again, so, if it’s with you? i’m fine with that.”

seungmin was there for the next appointment, fully supportive and stepping up

hes scared but so excited

he also moves out of the dorms, raising flags, but he keeps assuring everyone that he was just getting a change of scenery

he claims he got a dog but uh, there isn’t one

he actually moves in with u, an apartment that wasn’t too far away from the dorms and he will time to time spend the night if they need him to

ur actually really understanding of his career and u admire his adjustment

late night with him where u two go to a twenty-four hour convenience store and buy every junk food possible

u also acquired strange cravings such a pineapple and cream cheese or kimchi and chocolate sauce

that night however u rly had a craving for cheese and cheese only

it doesn’t last however, from three to five you are in the bathroom hunched over

he?? isnt?? actually?? the worst partner to get pregnant from a one stand with?????????????????????????????????????????

he’s pretty much a sweetheart

bless everyones heart though when they find out about you

“this is my friend, we are.. having a uh, baby!”

haha surprise...

u swore that jisung’s breath was lost when he said that

chan is fucken freaking out about this

“we’re gonna be uncles!”

everybody screaming and cheering which was a good sign

ur days are average and u guys just act like friends

friends having a baby lmfao

it’s a fine line between dating and not dating

seungmin reaaalllyy likes you but he has this bit of guilt in him for getting you pregnant

ur the one who uprooted your life and ur gonna have a kid for the rest of ur life with him and he’s still living his and doing what he loves

seungmin heart eyes motherfucker when u come to a concert, just there to see him n see what he does for a living

u guys get this cute ass picture of everyone lmfao i just imagine the boys and seungmin standing around and posing with ur small bump

he doesn’t get to go to every single appointment, so his first appointment he went to was when you were around six and a half months

he’s super excited and just super nervous

so many expecting moms its crazy

when your name is called and you two go back, he’s jumping out of his seat and going back with you

the doctor applies the gel on your stomach, the rounded bump sticking out prominently

his hand clasps around yours, fingers laced with yours and he gives you a warm smile

the screen flickers on and theres your baby

it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen

he can clearly see the legs and arms, theres the head!!! he can make out the toes and fingers

then u guys get to hear the heartbeat together

it’s so strong and he just,, wow.. this is real 😣

ur bearing his child, your guys’ baby,, he can hardly believe it

then the doctor asks if u two want to know the gender

“yeah.” 🥺🥺🥺

ofc u could’ve known before but u didn’t know if seungmin wanted to find out or wait n u just would feel guilty if u went ahead

he was rly trying to be as involved as possible, he had a busy schedule and u two weren’t even dating and this whole thing was happening secretly

they turn the monitor for you two to look at, pointing around

“there they are, we have a baby boy.”

seungmin is so taken aback, this all is so .. unreal for him

he’s ready to get the disc with ur ultrasound footage n the heartbeat but also the ultrasound photos 🥺 he’s so in love with your baby boy

u two are just sitting in the office after, ur wiping off ur belly n he’s just like

“i’m in love with you. you and our son — i know, we agreed to co-parenting and no feelings but,” his voice is so strained n he’s just so fragile n so utterly raw, “i couldn’t help it.”

ur fact at first is just frozen and slightly shocked

then ur like 😮🥺😣

“no, cause i was thinking the same exact thing.”

that seals the deal for u two pretty much, ur both emotional wrecks in the exam room

theres the boyfriend and girlfriend dynamic now — seungmin and you sleeping cuddled together

it wasn’t like you two didn’t cuddle before,, but it would usually end up with seungmin silently creeping out of bed or you softly removing his arm or you leaving him gently

u rely on him more, the final trimester hard on you and ur so exhausted and hurting

u two getting the nursery ready together which actually consists of u sitting down rather than actually doing anything

though u will have to teach this boy how to put away bibs and fold baby clothes

u two are young and u both have a lot of explaining to do to your own families, but they are supportive

they r more than happy to teach u two about children and giving tips on these things

blue nursery with lil teddy bears around and its just the cutest, props to room designer seungmin 🤓

baby boy is so stubborn, you’re past your due date and you both want him out

you two try a shit ton of things

name it all: pineapple, spicy foods, raspberry tea, daily walks around the block, literally everything

everything except for the obvious that had been recommended by your obgyn

sex.

both of you two hadn’t really explored in the topic of sex or anything of the sort, it was slightly awkward

you’re five days overdue now, which now you couldn’t even care

“please..! they said it works, even our ob said so!”

he is so cautious about this, but begrudgingly decides to proceed with this idea

he’s so sweet 🥺 but maybe a little too sweet because next thing you know is that two short hours later ur water breaks and u are in labor!!!!

both of you are vv nervous

his hyungs are right there to calm him down, asking you if ur okay and if u need anything

they rly adore their lil minnies baby mama & their lil nephew

seungmin is big daddy deffo

he’s so attached to u 🥺 it hurts to see u in so much pain and he can’t do much to take it away, but he will kiss ur forehead and wipe ur tears away

he personally finds u so angelic as u are quite literally coated in sweat and nearly breaking his hand

it’s finally over, you and seungmin both turning to the tiny baby that just came into the world, both of u crying while laughing at the beet red baby

theres your little baby boy in your arms, squirming at the new coldness and trying to move around in the blanket

all of the boys come in, excited to meet the baby

in amazement you made this adorable, small baby after one night

this experience was everything and more to you both, so glad you weren’t as careful one night and now had the greatest gift given to you: your small son who slept soundly in your arms

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kaitosimp · 3 years ago

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Once upon a time I posted some hc's I have for what Kaito does with his classmates when they hang out, but a few days ago I realized I never posted the hc's I have for him hanging out with the other students so here's part 2 🌠 It's the talent development plan mode all day everyday 🌟 This has been sitting in my drafts for days and it is very long so I'm sorry in advance 💀

☕ Byakuya (imposter) ☕

-They hang out in the dining hall, they chat over snacks and food per Byakuya's request

-Byakuya always asks Kaito to bake sweets like cookies or brownies

-They visit a lot of food places/restaurants

-Kaito knows it's a little odd to be friends with someone who literally imitates another student but he doesn't care

-They talk a lot about how different their lives are, and Kaito always tells Byakuya that he can trust him with his true self

🍴 Teruteru 🍴

-Teruteru always cooks dishes for Kaito to taste

-They go shopping for ingredients/food a lot

-Kaito helps him in the kitchen and Teruteru helps Kaito improve his cooking skills

-Since Kaito always goes stargazing with other people, Teruteru makes snacks and hot chocolate for them and joins in when he can

-Teruteru tries roping Kaito into peeking on the girls, but Kaito just talks about his passion for space so they end up talking about the universe

📸 Mahiru 📸

-Their friendship started when Mahiru randomly came up to him and asked to take a photo of him, Kaito is one of her favorite people to photograph cause of his smile

-They spend a lot of time walking around the academy talking and taking pictures

-Mahiru often takes photos of the moon and the night sky for Kaito

-She got him his own camera when Kaito expressed an interest in photography and taught him how to take photos properly

-They have a thing where they compete to see who took the best photo that day

⚔ Peko ⚔

-They alternate between regular training and kendo sparring a lot

-Kaito is able to make Peko smile, it usually happens when he goes to her with Gundham's devas or tells her cheesy animal jokes

-Peko taught him how to fight with a bamboo sword

-They trust each other a lot, like Kaito knows how she feels about Fuyuhiko and helps her sort through her feelings, and Peko can tell whenever he's feeling down and tries her best to cheer him up

-Their conversations are always about the universe, animals, and sword fighting

🎸 Ibuki 🎸

-They never stay still, when they hang out they'll be running around or playing instruments or playing games, they're super energetic together

-Ibuki taught Kaito how to play the guitar

-They like doing karaoke, she's literally the only person Kaito will sing around

-Ibuki writes songs about space for Kaito and sings them to him, it always makes Kaito happy

-They love listening to music together, whenever they go stargazing they'll bring a speaker outside to blast some music

👘 Hiyoko 👘

-At first Hiyoko thought he was an idiot and Kaito thought she was Kokichi 2.0, their friendship only started cause Mahiru wanted them to get along

-They act like siblings, they bicker a lot and call each other names but they care about the other, Kaito is lowkey protective of her and Hiyoko insults anyone who calls him an idiot cause only she can do that

-Kaito 100% supports/cheers on her dancing, he goes to all her performances with Mahiru

-Kaito gives her a lot of piggy back rides

-Hiyoko likes hearing about the stars and Kaito likes watching her dance practices, they also spend their time eating candy and squishing ants (sorry Gonta he tried but couldn't convince her to leave the ants alone)

🩹 Mikan 🩹

-It took a while for Kaito to get her to understand he truly wanted to be around her

-Kaito always visits her at the nurse's office and helps with whatever she needs

-They have positive talks everyday, Kaito helps lift her self esteem/confidence and always tells her positive things about herself

-Mikan always teaches him new medical things and Kaito teaches her random space facts

-He often makes sure nobody's bothering her or doing anything that could upset her, he knows it'll be a while before Mikan can stand up for herself so he does it for her in the meantime

🏆 Nekomaru 🏆

-They are so l o u d and boisterous and rowdy when they hang out

-A good 95% of their conversations are just them constantly motivating each other on

-They spend most of their time outside in the field playing sports or sparring

-They jog together in the mornings before class

-Nekomaru brings Kaito with him to his teams' sport matches a lot, Kaito always joins him in cheering the players on

🐹 Gundham 🐹

-They bond over animals, Kaito helps Gundham tend to them and he loves playing with the dogs

-Thanks to how much Kaito talks about the universe, Gundham started naming the newborn animals after space things

-Kaito loves playing with Gundham's devas

-Gundham tries to teach him spells and curses, Kaito doesn't have a single magical bone in his body but he still tries

-They like to wander around the city looking for stray animals to feed and take care of

☁️ Nagito ☁️

-It took forever for them to be friends cause Nagito kept talking about Kaito being an amazing beacon of hope while Kaito just wanted to hang out with the guy normally

-Nagito greatly admires Kaito, he always compliments him

-They mostly hang out in Kaito's lab, Nagito really likes listening to Kaito talk about space

-Kaito tries to change Nagito's negative views of himself, it always ends with them going back and forth about how great the other is

-If Kaito's with him when his unlucky situations happen, he always helps Nagito out of them (he lost track of all the times they almost got into hostage situations)

🕹 Chiaki 🕹

-Video games and chilling all day everyday

-They meet up to play games and to talk in their labs, Chiaki always falls asleep so Kaito keeps pillows and blankets in his lab for her naps

-When they hang out outside, they usually grab a bite to eat, walk around the school, and end up cloud watching or stargazing

-Chiaki falls alseep on him a lot so Kaito is always seen carrying her/holding her up

-Chiaki started playing more space related games to make Kaito happy, some of them were sci-fi horror which had the opposite effect but Kaito appreciated the thought still

🍖 Akane 🍖

-They always go to the dining hall to chat and eat, they often meet up with Byakuya and Teruteru there

-They have competitions to see who can eat the most meat

-They like going to the gym to spar, Akane sometimes teaches him gymnastics/parkour moves

-On the weekends, they go to Kaito's favorite space exhibits and Akane's favorite restaurants

-Kaito goes to her gymnastics competitions with Nekomaru to cheer her on

👑 Sonia 👑

-They love watching documentaries and movies, it's always a mix of occult/scientific/murder/space-y stuff

-They go to the library a lot, they have a tradition of picking books for the other to read

-Sonia loves hearing about Kaito's epic adventures and all the space info he knows

-They always make plans for Kaito to visit her home country

-They hang out outside of school a lot since Sonia loves visiting new places

☠ Fuyuhiko ☠

-Kaito always asked Fuyuhiko to hang out and was never intimidated by his attitude or threats so Fuyuhiko just gave up and let the friendship happen

-They like to climb trees, they make competitions of who can climb them faster

-Kaito invites Fuyuhiko to come along with him to his beach trips, they always sunbathe/tan

-Kaito makes fried dough cookies and other sweets for Fuyuhiko (Fuyuhiko really appreciates it/thinks Kaito's awesome for it but he never says that out loud)

-Fuyuhiko became interested in space thanks to Kaito and often asks stuff about it

🔩 Kazuichi 🔩

-They always hang out in Kaito's lab cause Kazuichi is in love with the spaceship simulator in there

-They talk a lot about rocket ships

-Kaito has already decided he wants Kazuichi to build the rocket ship that'll take him to space, Kazuichi is happy to fufill that request

-Kazuichi likes building stuff for Kaito, Kaito's favorite thing has to be the spaceman alarm clock he keeps on his nightstand

-They like to read magazines/mangas, watch action movies, and tinker with machines

💫 Hajime 💫

-Kaito always tries to make Hajime feel included since he isn't an ultimate

-They do all sorts of things around the school like watch movies, play basketball, eat lunch together, read, etc

-Kaito often convinces him to sneak out of the reserve course dormitory at night to stargaze

-Kaito made Hajime a sidekick an hour into being friends and Hajime has since joined the nightly training

-They like going on walks to just talk freely about whatever comes to mind

#kaito momota #byakuya twogami #teruteru hanamura #mahiru koizumi #peko pekoyama #ibuki mioda #hiyoko saionji #mikan tsumiki #nekomaru nidai #gundham tanaka #nagito komaeda #chiaki nanami #akane owari #sonia nevermind #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #kazuichi souda #hajime hinata #danganronpa headcanons #I HAVE HEADCANONS FOR EVERYTHING LOL #kaito im friends with everyone momota #CAN YOU BELIEVE I FORGOT HAJIME IS A REGULAR RESERVE COURSE STUDENT IN THAT MODE #coming to you soon: part 3 with the 1st game students bc ofc i also have hcs of that #cloud for nagito bc when i first saw him in game i immediately thought his hair looked like a cloud #akane reminds me of luffy with the meat thing stg #kaito made half of these people his sidekicks #I ALWAYS GET CARRIED AWAY WRITING SHIT LIKE THIS I CAN NEVER STFU IRL AND I CAN NEVER STFU ONLINE WHAT A DILEMMA #the worst part is i have more but i must limit myself to 5 lest i make an even bigger testament #this is completely based on the games okay i havent watched the anime lmao #im so embarrassed by how long this is like i tRIED MAKING IT AS SHORT AS I COULD AND I FAILED

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seancekitsch · 4 years ago

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I was Never Young: A Klaus x Reader fic

Anyways uhhh heres my fic based on the Klaus spin off series!! I made sure not to really spoil anything in the series if u guys haven't finished it yet but it does take place after the series events. there's no smut which is weird for me bc i usually write just smut but like yolo this is where it went.

Klaus had been through the ringer. Los Angeles seems to just be more of the same, so why even leave home? Right, he’d been kicked out and cut off. Well, at least one of those problems has disappeared, he thinks as he pats the ugly little satchel full of money at the side of his hip.

He meanders down the street, no real direction or motive as he shuffles down. The diazepine is starting to wear off, and he’s going to need something to dull the corners of his mind in about an hour. A neon green sign draws his eyes, looks as sick as he’s about to be.

‘Cobra’s’ the sign says, and this one is probably as good as any.

The bar has exactly six people inside of it, he realizes as he pushes the door open. It’s hazy, full of the stale and welcoming scent of menthol tobacco. Perfect, Klaus thinks.

The bartender is a stern looking man, like he used to be a wrestler. Maybe this is what Luther or Diego will look like in thirty years if they don’t eat their wheaties.

There are two other men sitting in a booth by the corner, deep in conversation with one another. They’re boring suits, no one that Klaus could have for company. He’s just looking for someone alive to have a conversation with while he numbs himself. Someone alive, he clarifies to himself. His last friend left for heaven’s greener pastures, which he’s happy for him, but maybe the guy could have stuck around on this plane of existence for a weekend longer.

There’s a couple at the end of the bar that looks like they're on a date. In the middle of the day? Wonder if their spouses know they aren't at work. Klaus laughs out loud, poor bastards.

And then there's you, with your mixed drink, absentmindedly swirling it with your little stirrer. You seem like a safe bet, so his feet drag him over to sit down at the middle of the bar near you. He more or less throws himself into the chair, his feet immediately feeling the relief. He’s still clammy and feverish in the come down, his stomach hurts, but that’s nothing a little booze and sugar can’t help.

You notice the guy as soon as he walks in. Of course you do. After a few years, you start to recognize people even if you don’t know them. You don’t recognize him. He looks paranoid, fresh off a set and worried about what a job will do, for and to him. Poor thing. Probably one of those River Phoenix types. Young, pretty, and overwhelmed. In teen mags one day, in the obituaries the next. All preventable, hundreds of people that could step in if money meant more than the people around you.

“Hey,” the guy next to you greets you, his voice uneven, watery and cautious. His hands shake a little as he pulls a stack of cash out of his threadbare satchel, pulling a few bills from the rubberband holding it together and flattening them out against the bar.

“Hey, yourself. You new here?” He looks surprised as the words leave your lips, but is interrupted by the bartender approaching.

“Yeah, whatever that special is for today, that’ll do,” he orders like he doesn't really know what to do at the bar. He turns back to you, looking ever so boyish and lost with his big green eyes.

“How did you-?”

“How did I know you're new here?” You throw the rest of your drink back, carelessly placing it at the far end of the bar from you, “Because you don't look absolutely beaten down. I mean, you look a little twitchy, but you look fresh.”

Fresh? That’s not at all how Klaus would describe his look, having not slept in days and having been using an extreme amount of controlled substances, even for his standards.

The bartender slides a glass towards him, and he scrambles to catch it. There’s a total of two umbrellas, a flamingo stirrer, and two straws in it. In all, garish and hard to look at. The bartender takes the money, and they nod at each other.

“You look kinda young to be here,” with that remark, Klaus takes a long sip of the fruity cocktail he ordered, a sickening blue color so intense you bet it could substitute as hair dye.

“You do too,” you quip. You’d been working in this town for a few years now, on and off movie sets and bartending clubs with live acts. This boy? He looked fresh. Like he’s just been taken for his first ride. He looked rough and unused to it.

“How old are you?” he asks, he can’t place your age or accent. You look just as young as him, if not younger. You sound southern- Boston- Chicago- western and somewhere European he can’t place. Is that what Hollywood does to people's speech patterns? Is that gonna happen to him? But you seem to be as much an anomaly here as he does.

“How old are you?” you mimic back.

Klaus stares in awe as you rest your elbow against the bar, making sure he sees that as you snap your fingers, a cigarette materializes between them. You quickly shift the rolled tobacco to rest between your index and middle finger, ready to place it against your lips.

“Listen, I’m old enough.” That's all you have to say about that.

“Yeah,” he agrees, “Sometimes I think I was never young.”

You exhale sharply through your nose, the hint of a laugh.

“Yeah, alright.” You fish around in your jacket pocket for the lighter and ask, “Do you wanna get out of here? Only smoking bar in town, but it ain’t got hotdogs.”

Hotdogs, Klaus thinks, He remembers having sausage back home, but he’s never had a hotdog.

“Why are you lookin’ at me like that? You never been to a baseball game or something?”

He shook his head, no. Klaus hadn’t ever seen a baseball game. He knew the history of it, the impact it had on American society. All from a very clinical and academic standpoint. Sports weren’t really his thing.

“Nah, I always preferred activities with a bit more... uh, substance.” He laughs at his own joke, whether you get it or not really doesn’t matter.

“Right, right. So River, what’s your real name?” You talk with the cigarette but between your teeth, lighting it quickly, before the lighter in your hand vanishes from sight.

“It’s….. uh, It’s Klaus.”

You give him your name, and he repeats it, tests the name out on his tongue.

You take a deep inhale, blowing the smoke out of the corner of your mouth.

“So Klaus, wanna buy us some hotdogs?”

You leave as soon as he finishes his drink, and he talks in a way that he thinks might be too much. But you listen. You’re the first living person that’s actually listened to what he had to say since he got here. He asks about you, your story, but he doesn’t get as much as he wants. You like your smoking, you’re a special effects designer, you dropped out of high school to come out here, and you fucking love Alonzo’s hotdogs.

“Hey ‘Lonzo!” you shout, interrupting Klaus mis sentence, raising both arms above your head, the baggy sleeves of your jacket falling closer to your elbows.

“How’s my kid doin?” The man shouts back. A tall man, with heavy brows and a mustache. “And who’s this?”

“My friend Klaus here just directed a movie! With Vivian Clarke, and the kid’s never had a hotdog! Can you believe it!” Your footfalls come quicker, starting to jog as you clear the end of the block, Klaus starts to shuffle quicker to catch up. When he gets to see the man up close. clear chocolate brown eyes greet him. He looks pretty trustworthy, Klaus thinks, Like Santa Claus, or John Stamos. Basically, like anyone but Dad or Viv.

Alonzo asks all about Klaus’ recent accomplishment, not exactly something he wants to talk about, but he likes that Alonzo is genuinely curious and polite. The only thing you say is “extra relish, on both. Big shot director pays.” during the conversation, focusing more on finishing your cigarette and stubbing it out with the toe of your boot. Klaus looks down and the cigarette butt leaves no trace on the concrete.

“So back there,” he says as you wait for your dogs to be handed over, “That cigarette business, are you a magician?”

“Nah,” you say, not fully meeting his gaze, “I’m a Libra.”

You nod at the guy as he finally pulls the dogs over the edge of the cart he operates. Extra relish, just like you asked. When he places the hotdog in Klaus’ hands, the redhead’s eyes go wide. Guess he wasn’t kidding about never having relish, you think.

“Huh,” he starts, dumbfounded by the hunk of grease and meat and relish in his hands, “I’m a Libra too, actually.”

“Guess that’s something about balance or something,” you say, effectively ending the conversation again by opening your mouth as wide as you can to accommodate the sheer mass of one of Alonzo’s hotdogs.

He looks at the meal, his first and probably only for today, and then takes your lead, opening his mouth as wide as he can before finally chomping down on a huge bite of it. The bite is… heavenly. Pickled vegetables and chutneys exploding on his tastebuds, the coolness of it contrasting with the fresh off the grill meat. No offense to mom or Pogo, but none of their cooking could ever hold a candle to this street hotdog.

“Good, yeah?” Your voice, distorted by a mouth full of food, breaks his almost nirvana like trance.

“So good,” he tries to say, mouth just as full as yours. He finishes chewing, swallows with a huge gulp.

“You got any more food spots to show me?”

#my work #klaus hargreeves x reader

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Healing Hands: Chapter 2

I promise I’m not this fast at writing, I’ve just had the first few chapters laying around for a while lmao. Reblogs are appreciated!!

Jasonette Sword Art Online AU

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Chapter 2: u guys r moding my night :(

There was chaos in the Wayne Manor. This was nothing unusual, of course, and today it even seemed to be surprisingly tame. But it was chaos nonetheless.

Timothy Drake-Wayne careened down the spiral staircase, catching himself with a well-timed front flip handspring, and skidded to a halt in the kitchen. Alfred briefly paused to look up from where he was preparing dough for a batch of homemade pasta, then offered the boy a smile and a greeting.

“Good evening, Master Drake. Dinner won’t be ready for another half-hour, I’m afraid.” Tim had opened his mouth to reply when a growl echoed from the nearby ballroom.

Jason Todd-Wayne sprinted into the kitchen brandishing a nerf gun. “There you are, replacement. You won’t get away with beating me this time.” He pulled back the reloader of the play-gun, making a threatening click ring through the kitchen.

“I’m afraid you are both late to the party,” Alfred calmly announced as he mixed ingredients together. “Miss Cain has been here for the past five minutes.”

Cass Cain-Wayne indeed poked her head out from where she had been perched beneath the bar. She gave her brothers a shit-eating grin and wiggled her fingers as way of a cheeky greeting.

Tim gave a groan as he and Jason begrudgingly handed some money over to their sister. “She cheats.” Cass stuck her tongue out at that. “Besides, racing you here was just an excuse to get my mind off waiting for midnight.”

“And because Alfred is the only one polite enough to actually listen to you rave about that stupid game,” Jason scoffed, sitting down at the bar to watch Alfred work.

“--thought I heard voices in the kitchen, oh there you are, little wing!” Dick Grayson-Wayne’s cheery voice came from the foyer, increasing in pitch as he spotted Jason and swept him up into a tight hug.

Barbara Gordon wheeled herself in not too long after, chuckling at the squirming Jason and delighted older brother.

Meanwhile Tim, who had taken offense to Jason’s insinuation, was reassuring Alfred that if he wanted the boys to leave him be he only ever had to ask. “It’s just that I’m so excited for the launch tonight, and you know B is too busy to hear about it.”

Jason had finally muscled his way out of Dick’s embrace as the latter’s attention focused on his youngest brother. “What launch are you talking about?” Dick asked, giving Cass a side hug.

“Oh, tonight is the release of this new VRMMORPG game called Mindscape!” Tim practically bounced as Dick came over to give him his hug too.

Dick gave Barbara a confused glance. “I know some of those words,” he nodded slowly. “So what’s got you so excited? Video games come out all the time.”

Tim rolled his eyes as he sat down beside Jason on the barstools. “Well yeah, but this game has groundbreaking virtual reality tech. Supposedly, the textures took five years and a team of almost 1000 artists.”

Jason put Tim into a headlock and said casually, “I’m surprised you haven’t heard replacement talking about this yet. He kinda won’t shut up about it.”

Cass nodded her head in solemn agreement while Tim struggled to get out of Jason’s grasp.

“Such are the woes of moving out.” Dick shrugged. “Sounds crash though, got room for one more?”

Tim finally shoved Jason off. “I actually bought enough passes that we can all play if you want,” he gave each of his siblings the biggest puppy-dog eyes he could manage.

Barbara snorted even as Dick pumped his fist in the air beside her. She wheeled herself up to the bar to pinch Jason, who was poised to jab his fingers into Tim’s sides. Jason yelped and glared at her as she said, “Sorry Timmy, I’d rather let someone else be the guinea pig for this new kind of tech. Besides, Dad will worry if I let myself get sucked into pouring too many hours into this.”

“Papa Gordon is a force to be reckoned with,” Dick attested earnestly. “Jay?” he prompted.

“Absolutely not,” Jason answered immediately. Tim was quick to protest. “But why? We could spend more time together! It’ll be good team-building.” Jason’s face soured at that.

Dick leaned in and stage-whispered, “Do I have to tell B to force you into family bonding? You know he’ll make you do it.”

Cass covered her silently laughing mouth with one hand as Jason threw his hands up in the air. “Fine, don’t get Bruce involved. I’ll play your stupid game,” he finally relented. Tim grinned at his win, then cast a hopeful look at Cass.

She pulled a face and signed No thank you. Better things to do than watch VR pornos.

Tim’s face blushed profusely as he opened his mouth to protest, but was cut off by Jason’s cackling. Even Alfred cracked a smile while he rolled the dough onto the ravioli press.

Once Jason quieted down, Tim crossed his arms and said, “Suit yourself. Looks like it’ll be no-girls-allowed anyway.”

“Guess we’d better tell Cassie that, Timbo,” Dick wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, which Tim elected to ignore.

“Speaking of suits,” Alfred said while seamlessly spreading filling in the ravioli and placing another sheet on top of the press, “aren’t you boys going to miss the premiere if it is indeed at midnight?”

Tim looked imploringly at the two girls. “You wouldn’t be willing to trade shifts for your favorite brother, would you?”

* * *

Wally West strolled out of the zeta tube and into the Justice League’s satellite, known to himself and the other heroes as The Watchtower. He was dressed in a casual NASA t-shirt and jeans, slurping a smoothie, and playing a game on his phone.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made him look up. He was greeted with the sight of his old team, Aqualad, Superboy, Miss Martian, Rocket, Zatanna, and Artemis, waiting impatiently. They were dressed in full hero attire-- he didn’t even realize Artemis still had her costume-- and looked to him expectantly.

“Hey guys, what’s poppin’?” Wally grinned and gave his friends a lazy chin jerk.

“‘What’s poppin’?’ Babe, are you serious? You told us to meet here ASAP for an emergency. So you can tell us what exactly is ‘poppin’.” Ah yes, his Spitfire. Artemis Crock still wasn’t afraid to give him a piece of her mind. But this time it looked like everyone else was on her side too, as they nodded in agreement with her emphatic air quotes.

“Oh, uh yeah, Mindscape is coming out tonight!” He set his smoothie down on the table. “I got us all passes and I’m super stoked for the launch. It’s got this super cool new VR tech that’s basically being released for the first time ever. I got the equipment through my internship, so we’re all set! You guys are totally coming right?” He made finger guns at his increasingly exasperated friends.

Artemis facepalmed. Kaldur’ahm raised his eyebrows in that I’m disappointed in you but I’m not going to say it way of his and said, “Wally, with you and Artemis retired from the life, understand that we took this to be a literal emergency and rushed to your aid. Do not abuse our good intentions.”

“Seriously West, I have a lot on my plate right now!” Rochelle Ervin was also, apparently, a little upset with him. “You could’ve said it was about a dumb game.”

The speedster tried to do damage control with some lighthearted humor. “Hey guys, stay whelmed. I get it, I probably should have given a few more deets about this very-much-not-dumb game, but do you know how many candy bars I had to eat to win these passes?”

“This is why you’ve been spending so much on junk food?” Oh, he was in big trouble with Artemis now. “You probably didn’t have to eat all of them, babe.”

M’gann M’orzz, Connor Kent, and Zatanna Zatara looked similarly annoyed. Well, the girls did. Connor just looked like his usual brand of annoyed, which was honestly a small victory.

“So...” Wally felt a little sheepish now, “who wants in?”

The rest of the group exchanged a look. Artemis was the first to speak up. “Well, you’ve already invested too much of our money in this to turn back now.” She walked up to him and poked a finger at his chest. “But you owe me so many dinners for this.”

He grinned triumphantly. “Deal!”

Rochelle spoke up next. “Me and my plate don’t need any more helpings, thank you very much. I’ll see y’all at the next team reunion!” She flew out through the zeta tube.

Kaldur clapped him on the shoulder. “If you need any assistance, I will be there. But for now I am running Atlantis in Aquaman��s stead while he is off-world, and I must return to my duties.” He then bid the rest of the team farewell and stepped through the zeta tube.

“Haha, he said ‘duties.’” Wally said once he’d left, then winced as Artemis smacked his arm lightly. Lightly for her. Rubbing his arm, he looked imploringly at his other friends.

M’gann and Conner looked deep in a telepathic conversation, which was just awkwardly intense eye contact for onlookers. Zatanna crossed her arms and sighed, “Fine, why not. I didn’t have plans for the weekend anyway. Lead the way to your chocolate factory, Charlie.”

Connor, having caught the tail end of the conversation, looked confused at the reference. He shrugged and said, “I’m in, could be fun.”

M’gann gave her friends an apologetic smile. “Sorry guys, my uncle needs help back on Mars. There’s tensions between the white and green martians again, and he really needs me there to get it under control.”

She gave Connor a peck on the cheek and left to board the nearby Bioship.

“And then there were four,” Wally said with a smile. “Now let’s go make you guys some avatars!”

* * *

Bart Allen could hardly contain his excitement. Scratch that, he couldn’t contain his excitement! “Bouncing off the walls” may be an exaggeration for most people, but he was not most people. Being the grandson of The Flash certainly had its perks, and being able to literally bounce off the walls was one of them.

The cause of his excitement, his friends Timothy Drake-Wayne and Wally West, had just called to ask if Bart wanted extra passes to the premiere of the biggest video game of the decade. And uh, yeah duh he wanted them! He already had one he’d bought for himself, but bringing four extra friends? So totally crash.

He opened up his phone and pulled up the group chat titled Badass Babes.

CrashBandicoot: hey bitchez n babez (u kno who u r), u ready 4 the best videogame of the yr to drop?!

BlueMenace: ese, do you HAVE to type like that?

WonderBabe: yea it’s super annoying

CrashBandicoot: gtta go fast babez

CrashBandicoot: now answer the question

GreenMenace: oh i heard about that! mindscape, right? isn’t it some vr game

CrashBandicoot: yes! nd i got extra tix, so come ovr to cave

GirlBoss: No can do, got research tomorrow!

MaleWife: you always have research bae. sorry little speedster, gotta drive the lady to work

CrashBandicoot: u guys r moding my night :(

BlueMenace: totally not a word but I’ve got you cariño, be there in an hour

WonderBabe: ah what the heck, I’ve got nothing better to do

GreenMenace: always down to whoop ur ass in video games

CrashBandicoot: u wish

CrashBandicoot: roy?

Ginger1 is typing...

WonderBabe: it’ll be fun! more ~mingling~ with kids our age

Ginger2: Hold on, give him some time

Ginger1 is typing...

BlueMenace: Roy, I can pick you up on my way in if you want

Ginger1 has stopped typing.

Ginger2: Um, he says he’ll meet you guys there

Ginger2: He may have destroyed his phone with his “non-typing” hand

GreenMenace: pog

WonderBabe: see u guys soon!

Bart pumped his fist, then ran at top speed to his boyfriend Jaime’s house, where it looked like he was doing homework. Seriously, on a Friday night? Bart had absolutely no qualms about whisking him into his arms and making for the nearest zeta tube.

“Woah Bart, I said I needed an hour!” Jaime protested.

Bart rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but you definitely don’t have anything due tonight, and we have to make your character online before the launch!”

Jaime just looked resigned as they sped into the zeta tube. He knew what he had signed up for.

#healing hands #jasonette #sword art online au #virtual reality #maribat #maribat fic #batfam #batfam fic #yj #yj fic #young justice #young justice fic

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