#or hit/call call call so i can at least go out w a bang

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Silver Lining | DP&W!Logan Howlett x F!Reader

Synopsis: Logan was too familiar with depressive episodes, spending years stuck in his own. He never wanted you to feel the way he did, he wanted to take your pain away. 

Warnings: ANGST, like no joke this is just straight up angst/whump with a somewhat happy ending, not character angst but reader angst – or at least that is what I think it would classify as?, mentions of mania, mentions of mental illness, reader screams at everyone and tries hard to make people hate her because she thinks she deserves it, mentions of depression, reader has a depressive episode, crying, self-doubt, mentions of unavailing oneself, language,

Rating: M

Word Count: 3.9K

Author’s Note: You know, at times when there are things you cannot tell anyone about, you write. This happened to be that moment for me. Also I know I said this was going to be angsty but I don't think I did the angst justice enough. I'm not used to writing it so I apologize if it's not full blown whump.

Tagging(?): @battermyheart @plagued-kitty @cxrrodedcoffin @babygorewhore @strangererotica

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“I fucking hate you, leave me alone!” You scream at your apartment door, hearing Wade on the other end banging harder. You didn’t mean any of the words, you wanted to take them all back, you wanted to say you’re sorry and move on. Your hands reach out to tangle in your hair, pulling roughly at the root. Growls of agony and pain tear from your throat as you drop to your knees on the plush carpet, rocking back and forth. “Let me go, please let me go!” None of your words made sense, they felt foreign on your tongue as the pounding got louder, as the screams turned sour. The world faded to black as your head hit the carpet, your throat raw – straining against your sorrows. Footsteps echoed like snow on a winter’s night; The silence was not comforting. Bloodied fists fell beside your face, and Laura’s soft words lulled you to sleep. “We will be here when you’re ready. Please, take care of yourself.”

No one expected that a day full of laughing and bonding would take a hard left turn. No one knew what hid beneath your surface, they never realized how bad it was getting. All they saw was smiles and sunshine radiating off of you, never knowing they were caused by pain. You thought you were getting better, that you weren’t faking it this time – unfortunately your brain never got the memo. None of your words held any meaning; You knew that but you were worried your friends might not. Then again, day one you did tell Wade to not get attached – that was for his own sake when one day you were no longer here. It was an unspoken song in your head – it never rang true but certain times felt like it would, that it may.

Peter’s party was supposed to be fun, celebrating his anniversary of a year with B-15. A full day planned by Wade and Laura. Logan and you were made to keep them both busy for a while, while Al complained about the constant smell of latex balloons. A day you had been looking forward to for weeks; Spending time with Logan while also not feeling pressured into anything. Wade’s constant comments about you two shacking up held some tension between the two of you, sometimes making it awkward to even say hi to him. But this was supposed to be a turning point for the best, the manic episodes a thing of the past. You were finally healing, so you thought. Alas nothing stays the same forever; A little chaos thrown into a beautiful painting can sometimes turn the colors muddy.

Thirteen days it has been since you left your apartment, almost a full two weeks since you spoke to anyone. Text messages gone unanswered, calls gone silent. Knocks at the door becoming few and far in between as the days grew longer. The care packages dwindling down to one every other day than ever four hours. They did care, it wasn’t a bullshit excuse your mind made up, deep down you fucking knew and yet? It didn’t feel right. It was foreign of a concept; A group of people looking out for you because they care. You had been in with every wrong group possible that it ruined any singular chance of trusting their actions. Happy endings were not in your card, so you had convinced yourself. Episodes like this became your only friend, constantly reliving the worst moments over and over until you couldn’t cry anymore. The utter pain on Wade’s face as he cried for you, as Laura tried to help you, as Al reassured you, as Logan held you, were too much to constantly see. The distance was necessary. But never, never would they give up on you.

Over the last two weeks Wade has come by and sat outside your door, recounting missions and how they went to reading the newest Booktok craze in graphic detail, never spearing a moment to see if he could hear you laugh. Instead all he heard was sobs, self-hatred, and pain. It gave you the time to process your rage, to understand it cannot be pointed towards others who were only trying to help, to figure out a way to explain how sorry you are. But you never needed to, because Logan did – and they made sure they let you know. Out of everyone, Logan was rooting for you the most. Looking out for you, making sure no one came to disturb you when he heard your wails of sorrow, letting you feel rather than cause any discomfort. It killed him silently to hear you like this, not to be able to hold you through it, he wanted to do so much more.

Every text that you stomached to read from Logan was always reassuring, never condescending or jokey. Between small quotes he heard over his life of resilience to funny memes he stole from Wade, he was your cheerleader in every way. It helped you to know, even if you didn’t respond. It gave you the confidence to finally get up and take a deep breath, to understand what you were going to say. That was your plan for today and nothing was going to stop you. As soon as you realized in the early afternoon, you spent the rest of the time cleaning up your apartment, taking a shower, and getting your best comfy clothes on to have a sit down chat with everyone. It felt like everything was going to be okay – you felt like you had control over your emotions; This time it would be easy to convey what sparked your episode. Taking a deep breath you opened your apartment door as walked across the hall to Wade’s, keeping your hand steady as you knocked.

The controlled, hard thuds rang through your wrist as you heard a groan come from the other side, inaudible mumbles coming from Althea. A small smirk played across your lips as you heard her rambles, knowing how feisty the older woman is. The door to Wade’s apartment opened quickly as she stood facing you. Seeing Al after a few weeks of going MIA made your throat dry up, only hearing her words of reassurance as you had a breakdown. Instead of speaking you stared at the woman, fingers slightly trembling. Al let out a sad breath, her shoulders slumping slightly. ‘Oh honey, come on in.” How she knew that it was you wasn’t even a question in your mind, just her gentle nature of feeling you made your eyes misty. Al left a decent gap between her and the door as you crossed over the threshold, staring into the comfortable space.

You could tell that Wade and Laura weren’t around, considering how the pull-out mattress wasn’t out still and Wade’s door was wide open. But you knew he was here. As Al closed the door behind the two of you, the third door of the right opened quickly, the wood creaking against the hinges. Standing in the doorway with warm eyes and a stoic stance was Logan, staring at you like he was in disbelief. He didn’t move, he didn’t blink, instead he kept his eyes on your face. Your hair was tucked behind your ears and away from your features; Logan’s eyes trailed over each part with a soft smile on his lips, relief coursing through his veins. “How are you doing?” he asked calmly, not moving a muscle as he gauged your response. The tranquil state you were previously in started to crumble at those four words, your eyes growing tight and blurry as you stared into Logan’s hazel eyes. Your fingers began to shake as your heart raced, a sob threatening to tear from your throat without warning. All you could do was shake your head at Logan’s question, blinking your tears away. Without a thought, you moved fast into Logan as you wrapped your arms around him, pressing your face into his flannel. Everything you had been holding onto for two weeks was already coming out; The dame officially breaking as he held you. “I got you, sshh – you’re okay,” Logan responded as he rubbed your back, tightening his hold on you as you cried.

Logan slowly shuffled you backwards into his bedroom, letting the heavy door shut on its own as he held you the entire way. Due to how lost you were in his sweet embrace, you didn’t realize that you were now in Logan’s room or better yet, laying with him on his bed. Positioning you to face him, Logan never let you go as he pulled you close to him, letting your face press into his neck as he pulled the comforter over the two of you. Short, sweet hums left his lips as he rested his cheek against the top of your head, letting your subconsciously link his thick legs with yours. “I’m proud of you for coming over, you know that?” Those words warmed your chest as you felt your body shiver, the praise meaning everything to you. Pushing your face deeper against the crook of Logan’s neck, you belted out a wail as you gripped his shirt, just knowing it was starting to soak with the runoff of your tears. You shook your head against his chest, slightly digging your nails through his shirt.

Over the last year you watched Logan transform from gruff and rugged emotionally to happy and prideful. Though that hardened shell of his would never leave, he seemed to be a lot lighter mentally. After he became the new anchor being, new resident of Earth-10005, and the new friend of Wade, which all still was confusing to your human brain, he realized that life was so much more than reliving your past – and learning to move forward from it. It was a slow journey for him but, he found solace in the understanding and knowing. Which is why he didn’t hesitate to grab you and pull you close, knowing this only mirrored what you did for him all those months ago. Being on the receiving end of it felt bizarre for you, but it felt like home. You didn’t want to believe it, but it was true. “You shouldn’t,” a low whispered escaped through your sob as Logan trailed his fingers over your back, drawing small shapes against your hoodie.

“But I am, it’s a big first step.” It was true in a way, the first step was always the acknowledgement. Just leaving your apartment was a great first attempt, and now you were really making strides. “We love you so much, I love you, sweetheart.” Hearing Logan say that caused your heart to clench; The game of cat and mouse of feelings you two have been ping-ponging over the last year reached its peak quickly during this whole time, realizing you two were in silent cahoots – there never needed to be a talk about labels when it happened to naturally. Neither one of you would admit it but, you were together way before any of this went down. Swallowing down the smartass retort wanting to slip off your tongue, you sank your nails a bit deeper into his shirt, feeling his hiss come out. “Don’t say shit you don’t mean, Lo. Do you know how to love?”

You hated yourself for those words, knowing you didn’t mean it but let it go anyways. A typical defense tactic to push people away. Logan knew it too which is why he never responded, only snickered at your persistence. He knew exactly how you would react, knowing from your past conversations about your previous episodes. Running his beard across the side of your cheek, Logan nodded against your face as he spoke, “I love Wade. I love Laura. I love Al. And most importantly, I love you.” Hearing him say again that he loved you should’ve been one of the happiest moments, knowing you both were making great strides in your relationship, yet it left a burning hole of lies in your chest. You scoff at Logan’s declaration, a fresh wave of warm tears cascading down your cheeks as you push your face further into his burly chest. You tried so hard to mask your cry with a cough but, Logan knew better. The words holding their true meaning, the truth snaking its way through your brain. Shaking your head against his pecs, you inhale a deeply, smelling his shower gel and natural musk flooding your nose. “You don’t love me, you barely know me.”

Logan smiles softly above you, trying not to roll his eyes at your clear avoidance of the talk you were about to have. He found your stubbornness endearing, seeing a bit of himself within you. He was the same way after all, never acknowledging or wanting to accept but always question, always avoid. Hiding and not accepting the truth was easier than healing at times. Logan placed his lips to the top of your head as he kisses it gently, rubbing his large hand up and down your back. He never let his lips pull back your head as you let out his words, wanting the warmth of his breath to sink in, hoping that would help you to understand the truth over the lies your mind was telling. “Then give me a chance to.” It slipped out between his lips so naturally you had no time to adjust, hitting you like a ton of bricks.

You stop in the moment; Your breathing, your crying, your whole body. Logan’s words sank deep within your soul, causing a bloom of emotion to burst within your chest. The truth was burning your nerves one by one, every fiber alight and refusing to be put out with your self-doubt. Every stage of grief you could possibly feel ran through your with cold fingers, awakening you for what felt like centuries. Trembling hands grip tighter at his flannel tighter, pulling him close and pushing him away at the same time. Your brows furrow as you scan the darkness within, trying to find a reason why he shouldn’t. All you could find was positive after positive with Logan, remembering how he tried to do the same to you and you refused to give up on him. Now it was your turn, but stepping into the unknown scared you more than anything else. Opening yourself up to him, was terrifying. “Don’t push me away, please.” Logan whispered into your hairline, feeling his own soul hurt for you. 

“That’s all I know how to do.” It wasn’t a lie persay, but it wasn’t the whole truth. You never pushed away the gang, not ever. Anytime you were mildly upset you made sure to be with them, and they stayed with you through it all. Even the times you got annoyed with them, you never gave up on that friendship. You knew deep down you’d never push them away, in fact it was funny to you how you even thought that. As Wade had one said, we are like herpes – we never leave, sweet cheeks. “Let me help you break that cycle.” You wanted to believe Logan, trust his words and actions of the man you love. But it was fear inducing to do so, because every what if made its way out of the wood works, chiming in their two cents. What if he leaves you? What if he moves on? What if he is saying this just to make you happy? What if he doesn’t mean it? What if he just feels sorry for you?

The offer to help you break the cycle was what set you off, tearing yourself away from Logan. Sitting up roughly on his bed, you bunched the comforter down at your hips, placing your head in your hands. The fresh wave of tears was threatening to spill over as you shook your head, your knees trembling with every inhale. “What if it can’t be broken, Logan?” You pan your eyes up at him, your bottom lip quivering. “What if that’s all I’m ever going to be destined for? Healing others while I hurt myself. I don’t know if I can be fixed, or changed or-“ Logan abruptly stopped your spiel as he reached for you, holding your face within his hands. The gentle flecks of golds and emeralds swimming in his irises caused your heart to flutter, his natural beauty causing your cheeks to warm. He stared at you like a man in love, needing you to know just how precious you are.

“I said the same thing about myself, for fucking years. I refused to believe I could be happy, in a better place mentally, I didn’t want to be happy. I wanted to hurt, knowing what I did to cause pain to others. I believed I deserved it. Not a day goes by where I sometimes slip into my old routine. But I remember that people do appreciate me, they do love me - even if I don’t want to believe it.” You noticed how Logan wasn’t aware he was crying with you, his tears slowly falling from the inner corner of his eyes as he spoke. The hold he had on your face growing harder, not in a painful way but in a comforting one. Every word he spoke he wanted to sink in, to show you if it wasn’t the end for him – it wasn’t for you either. “But-“ you chimed, trying to find a reasoning but coming up short. “No buts, just feel. What do you want, sweetheart?”

The question held a lot of meaning, a lot of endless possibilities that you weren’t able to explore in your lifetime. For the first time in so long, you felt like you finally had a choice over your own decisions, not your mental health. The way you stared at Logan, with admiration and hesitance caused his heart rate to speed up, his palms growing clammy at what you may say. He could smell your fear, hear your heart pumping at an abnormal rate. Placing his wide palm against your calf, he rubbed over your leggings with languid strokes, helping to coax your answer out. The feelings finally setting in, everything hitting its peak, knowing you were not going to be hitting rock bottom again. “I want to be happy.” It didn’t sound real coming from your mouth, foreign against your tongue as Logan painted his face with a slow smile, admiring your strength and truth to wanting to be happy, instead of staying in that darkened space.

“Louder, darlin.” Logan coaxed with a gentle smile, pressing his lips to your temple as he took a deep inhale. He liked to believe that was his way of ridding you of this pain, inhaling it so he could hold onto it – so you could feel at peace. A small grin made its way upon your lips as you closed your eyes, sinking into his touch deeper. His arms came to hold you against his chest, peppering kisses along the left side of your face as you exhaled. “I want to be happy, Logan.” This time it felt real, felt right coming from you. Your tears dried up quickly, the sticky residue still on your cheeks as you started to get back on your metaphorical feet. His kisses caused your stomach to burn with love and passion. Grabbing at his right hand, you pulled it to your lips as you kissed over where his claws would come out, showing him how even something so deadly deserves care.

“Give yourself permission to.” Logan smiles genuinely as he cups your cheek, running the pad of his thumb over your skin. Reveling in his touch was the only thing you could do, watching him with hearts in your eyes as you smiled. Having someone like Logan be so patient with you, caring for you like no one before has, made you feel safe. It made you feel like things were really going to get better, and now they were. He was right, you needed to give yourself over to your own happiness, and welcome it in. It was a scary thing to adjust to but, you deserved it. The torment you had been putting yourself through, dealing with crisis after crisis and believing every mean word to be true, you deserved this much needed break and acceptance. Logan pressed his forehead against yours as he closed his eyes, wanting you to take in every word deep within your soul. “I’ll be with you, every step of the way. I won’t give up on you.” 

That was all you needed for the tears to start again, this time though – they were different. They were sweet this time around, not sour and hateful like earlier. This time they were cool to the touch, not scalding hot. Hearing the love of your life say that, meant the world was healing. You were silently giving yourself over to Logan fully, letting him help you instead of shutting him out. Welcoming him in during your time of need was what the world gave you, and you were never going to take it for granted. Sighing out into his touch, you sniffed back a few tears as you cleared your throat, knowing another cry would slip out sooner. “No one’s ever told me that.”

It broke Logan’s heart to hear that, knowing people gave up on you too easily during your time of need. He couldn’t bear the thought of you alone in the world, dealing with the demons on your own; He needed you to know he would make sure you never fell down that path again. Leaning into you, Logan pressed his plush lips against yours, letting the slow hum of the central air drown out the loud voices in his mind. Just like that the world stood still, in this moment it was just you and Logan – no one else, no other thing. Time stopped to let you both take this all in, to realize two souls were converging into one, and the path ahead was twisting together for the two of you. The soft nature of the kiss felt like it could heal all of your wounds, and deep down you believed that it did. Logan was stitching together every slice in your being, healing those jagged scars, stitching your soul into one again. “Good thing I’m not no one,” Logan smiled against your lips, stealing a few sweet kisses as he nudging his nose to yours, making you look up at him. “I’m someone to you.”

[pinievsev]

R E W I N D

Request: yes!

Warnings: none that I can think of tbh, lmk if you find something warning worthy tho!

Pairing: Bang Chan x male reader

Genre: angst to fluff-ish

Word count: 1,2k

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You sit on the porch of your small, rural home, staring out at the vast landscape that had become your sanctuary. The distant sound of wind rustling through the fields is the only noise breaking the silence, and for the first time in years, you're at peace—well, as much as you could be. This quiet, simple life is a far cry from the chaos that once consumed your days. A chaos that once had a name.

Bang Chan.

His face flashes in your mind, uninvited and unwanted. Even after all these years, the memories cling to you like scars. Your fingers instinctively trace the faint lines of your wedding ring that no longer exists on your hand. It’s been years since the divorce. Years since everything fell apart, since your families tore you both apart.

And yet, here you are, still trying to pick up the pieces.

---

Weeks pass uneventfully, the same routine grounding you, until one day, your peace is shattered by the arrival of a stranger. At first glance, he's just another person, passing through the province, but something about him catches your attention. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, with a kind of quiet warmth in his eyes that draws you in.

“Excuse me,” he calls out, his voice gentle but unfamiliar. “I’m looking for the nearest convenience store... I seem to have gotten a little lost.”

You stand up, dusting off your hands, and offer a polite smile. “The store is a couple miles down the road. I can show you the way if you’d like.”

He grins, and for a brief moment, something about his smile sends an odd flicker of recognition through your chest. But you shake it off, dismissing it as nothing more than a fleeting thought. He introduces himself as Chris, and from that moment on, your life starts to shift.

Chris becomes a regular presence in your days. You bump into him in town, exchange pleasantries, and before long, he’s helping you with odd jobs around the house. He’s easy to talk to, and for the first time in a long while, you begin to feel something like hope stirring inside of you again.

He’s different—safe.

Or at least, that’s what you think.

---

One evening, as you’re both sitting on your porch, the sun setting behind the mountains, you find yourself opening up to him in a way you haven’t with anyone else in years.

“Why the province?” he asks, his voice soft. “Why here, so far away from everything?”

You hesitate, your chest tightening. You’ve never talked about it, not since you left. But something in Chris’s eyes—makes you want to say it.

“I needed to get away,” you admit, staring out into the distance. “There was someone... someone I loved, but it didn’t work out. Family issues, you know?” You laugh bitterly. “I thought it was for the best, but���” You stop, realizing you’re saying too much.

Chris is silent for a long moment, and when he finally speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper. “Do you still love him?”

You blink, caught off guard by the question. “I... I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. He’s gone.”

But Chris doesn’t reply. Instead, he looks away, his jaw clenched tightly as if he's holding back something. And then, before you can question him further, he stands up abruptly.

“I should go.”

---

It’s only later that night, as you lie in bed, replaying the conversation in your mind, that it hits you.

The voice. The smile. The way he always seemed to know what to say, how to comfort you without ever asking too much. It all clicks into place, and your heart drops into your stomach.

It’s him.

Chris... Chan.

Bang Chan, your ex-husband, the one person you swore you would never let back into your life. He’s been right in front of you this whole time, lying to you, pretending to be someone else.

You feel sick.

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The next day, you don’t bother going into town. You don’t bother doing anything at all, really. The hurt is overwhelming, suffocating. You trusted him. After everything, you let him back in, and he couldn’t even tell you the truth.

There’s a knock at your door, and you know it’s him. You can feel it in your bones.

“Go away,” you call out, your voice breaking. “I don’t want to see you.”

“Please,” Chan—no, Chris—says from the other side. “Let me explain.”

“There’s nothing to explain! You lied to me! You pretended to be someone else! I—” Your voice falters, and tears blur your vision. “I never want to see you again.”

There’s silence, and for a brief moment, you think he’s left. But then, you hear his voice again, softer this time, broken.

“I never wanted to hurt you. I thought if I came back as myself, you’d push me away before I even had a chance. And I—I wanted another chance.”

You stay quiet, too hurt to respond.

“I know I messed up. I know I should’ve told you from the start, but I just... I didn’t want to lose you again. I’ve spent every day since our divorce thinking about you, about us. And I—I want to make it right. No more families, no more conflict. Just us. I want us to have a family, our own family.”

Your heart aches at his words. Part of you wants to believe him, wants to let him in again. But the hurt is too fresh, too raw.

“I can’t,” you whisper, shaking your head, even though he can’t see you. “I can’t go through that again.”

There’s a long pause, and when Chan speaks again, his voice is thick with emotion. “I’ll wait for you. As long as it takes, I’ll wait.”

And with that, you hear his footsteps retreating, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

---

Days pass, and the weight of everything hangs heavy in the air. You try to go back to your routine, but it’s impossible. Chan’s words echo in your mind, and no matter how hard you try, you can’t shake them.

“I’ll wait for you.”

Eventually, you find yourself walking down the familiar path to his hotel your heart pounding in your chest. You don’t know what you’re going to say, but you need to see him. You need to know if you can forgive him, if there’s any part of you that’s still willing to try.

When you finally reach his door, you hesitate for a moment before knocking.

It swings open almost immediately, and there he is—Chan, standing in front of you, his expression a mixture of hope and fear.

“I’m sorry,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’m so angry, and I don’t know if I can ever fully trust you again, but... I don’t want to lose you either.”

His eyes soften, and he steps forward, closing the distance between you. “I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your trust again,” he says, his voice steady. “I’ll wait as long as you need.”

You look up at him, your heart pounding, and for the first time in years, you allow yourself to hope.

“Okay,” you whisper. “Let’s try.”

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I Hate to Admit

• pairing; lee jihoon x f reader • genre; angst • warnings; alludes to cheating in the past, arguments, tension -- no happy ending • w/c; 770 and some change  • i hate to admit - bang chan • don't listen in secret masterlist • a/n; this song is one of my favorite songs. it hits me right in the feels every single time. i was in a sad place when i wrote this, so i am sorry for that. thank you to @onlyhuis for betaing. i also hope you all don't mind a bonus posting 💕

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He took the same path every day, rarely looking up, but your voice caused Jihoon’s heart to clench and his eyes to lift today. You were talking on your phone, a pretty smile on your face. Ending your phone call, you slide the phone back into your pocket only to stop when you find the man looking at you. 

He missed you so much. He wanted to tell you that. You instantly put a smile on his face that he couldn’t hide. You made his heart beat faster, and his palms sweat. He felt warm around you as if you were the sun. 

“Jihoon…hi.” 

Your voice was quiet and timid, but that was to be expected after the fight and his avoiding your calls and texts. He didn’t want to read another text about how sorry you were when he knew it wasn’t real. 

“Hey.” 

Jihoon clears his throat, lifting his hand to run his fingers through his long hair. He knew he needed to get a haircut, but with everything going on…it had become the least of his worries. His eyes move over your face as he takes a step forward, his hands sliding into his hoodie to hind how nervous he actually was about seeing you now. 

“You look…really good, Jihoon. I–did you get any of my calls?” 

You watch as the man in front of you nods to answer your question. It made his answer sting that much more. You knew you didn’t deserve him to answer the calls or to even call you back, but it would have made things feel better. Easier? 

“I see–” 

“You look pretty, Y/N. Uh…” 

Jihoon’s words cut you off causing you to furrow your brows. He felt confused and in pain looking at you. He loved you so much and yet just looking at you hurt. He wanted to give you a second chance more than anything, but he had spent his time trying to forget. You watch Jihoon’s mouth start to open only for it to close again. 

He wanted to say something more, but you could see him processing it in front of you. In his mind, Jihoon was considering if you’d go out to coffee with him, and talk through everything that had happened. If maybe that could get you and him back to where you had been before it had all gone to shit so quickly. But as soon as the words started to form on his lips, Jihoon pushed them away knowing it was a bad idea. He hated to admit to himself that there was no saving this. 

“I hope you have a good day. I should get going. I gotta get to work.” 

Jihoon doesn’t wait for you to argue. He can see the hurt in your eyes, the way you want to try to change the past and present. He wanted to change it too, but he had spent too many nights already trying to do that. Walking past you, Jihoon doesn’t look back and you blink the tears from your lashes knowing it was what you deserved. 

With his studio door shut behind him firmly, Jihoon lets out his uneven breaths as his own tears threaten his eyes. He hated knowing that he had probably made you cry. That was one thing he had promised you while you were dating that he’d try not to do and yet he had lied. He had lied because you had lied. 

Sliding down in his chair, Jihoon blows out a deep breath before closing his eyes trying to push you from his head but instead, he can only remember more. He pictures your hand in his, your body against his, your lips meshing with his own. Fingers clench at the arms of his chair and Jihoon remembers asking you “Why, him? Why, Seokmin?” 

He remembers your eyes full of tears as you tried to think of how to lie your way out of it only to break down into apologies because you had been the one to cheat. You had cheated on him with one of his best friends. You had said you loved him and it had been a lie. 

Lifting his hand, Jihoon groans in annoyance pushing tears from his cheeks as he mutters to himself that he has to stop this. He had cried over you too many times. Every time a text came to his phone with another apology. Every time you had called him trying to tell him how much you loved him, Jihoon had cried because he loved you. 

“I gotta forget her. She's changed, just gotta let go.” 

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It's me again Ik ik I'm annoying but omg I adore Ur writing like Ur my fave on the app rn so I was thinking maybe if you write angst to fluff argument scenario for byakuya!? I mean u don't have to since Ik some plp aren't comfy w that do if u aren't u can just write some general headcanons lysm have a nice day cutiepie

omg angst yes thank you plasma also you can call me sitaya :) thanks for your suppport <33

i have no idea what you want the argument to be about so i just went to watch msa rich people stories

also i found out how to turn on dark mode yyyay!

i spilled noodle soup on my shirt while writing this damnit byakuya give me your money to buy some gucci and a new washing machine

warnings ;; angst obviously, abuse, hitting, yelling, dramatic flashbacks, mentions of drugs

~mod sitaya

COMFORT // BYAKUYA X GN S/O

you heaved a sigh, listening your husband, the almighty byakuya togami, insulting one of his new servants for *accidentally* spilling some champagne on his top. you were just waiting for togami to finish his whole dramatic scene and tried not to think about the havoc going on right next to you. at least he wasn't yelling at the servant.

well since you've heard byakuya throw spiteful comments at servants several times, you knew how long this would go on for. your mind was protesting you tell togami to stop being such a bratty bitch despite already knowing the result you'll receive. "s/o. this is my business, stay out of it,". you've heard it thousands of times, and you don't want to hear it ever again.

you were zoned out until you heard those words. "you know what? you're fired, get out of my face you plebian," you turned to look to your side, only to see byakuya shooing the servant away. it looked like she was crying, too.

even though this was normal on his part, it definitely wasn't anything good on yours. how heartless of him to just send someone away for an accident and start casually sipping your coffee, right next to your partner too.

"hey dude, that wasn't cool. she was apologizing, you didn't HAVE to fire her... plus you could just wash the champagne out," you said, in your calmest demeanour. "she deserved it. what am i even paying her for if she's just going to ruin my belongings," wow. way to go. "just because you think she and almost everyone are under you doesn't mean you can treat them like trash!" byakuya set his coffee down and turned to you, giving you that all-so familiar leave-me-alone face. "if you want to side with her, how about you go chase after her and go apologize for your husband's behavior since he doesn't want to,"

"well maybe i will- and leave your hellhole of a mansion!" you got up and stormed away to your room. byakuya just shrugged and continued with his extra black and bitter coffee, you'd get over it and wear yourself out eventually.

after locking the door, you flopped onto your queen-sized bed and buried your face into the fluffy pillow, unable to tell if you wanted scream, cry or both. well, your hunger kept you distracted from your emotions... and your emotions kept you distracted from your hunger. you were tempted to grab something to eat, but you didn't want to see your husband's face right now.

you woke up to the sound of banging on your door. this... wasn't your room, were you even in byakuya's mansion anymore? it wouldn't be possible that he'd drugged you since you never ate or drank anything nor would it be possible that he or his workers carried you elsewhere as you were a light sleeper.

your thoughts were interrupted by screaming and crying. there was a painful silence before you heard something being thrown across the room and a cry before everything turned silent again.

scanning your surrondings, you immediately realize this was your old room when your eyes met a picture of you, your mom and your dad. you knew what was happening behind the door of your "room". not wanting to see or find out if your theories were true, you hid under your ragged blankets, trying to fall asleep again, hoping this was all just a bad dream.

your eyes flew open as you gasped, sitting up from your bed. your actual bed. it was all just a nightmare. a flashback. after a while, somebody started softly knocking on your door. you hated yourself at that moment for hoping it was byakuya just coming to check on you or something.

getting up to unlock the door, you passed your vanity mirror and saw you were pale, sweating and shaking. grabbing the door handle, you used all the strength you had to pull it open, revealing who you'd hope to be behind the door. your husband. "byakuya-!" you jumped onto him to hug him.

"yeah yeah, hi. i just came here to apologize for... this morning," he hugged back, with his same disgusted face. you knew he's just like that whenever he received affection, though. "so, what happened- you're all sweaty and stuff," he gently pushed you away and folded his arms, looking down (or up if you're somehow taller than daddy long legs) at you.

"it's nothing, just a bad dream," with him around, yea, you felt better, but to say you've recovered fast would be an understatement. "hm. alright," he gave you a suspicious look before turning back to where his room was, but not before announcing something you've been wanting to hear for so long. "also, since you wanted to, we're going to disneyland."

DISNEYLANDDD sorry if it's short! i rushed the ending slightly so uhm it might not have *fluff* fluff, but i tried to make it as wholesome as possible :,)

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hello lovely Steph!!! I'm intrigued and would love to see your 'Harry Watson is in this Fic' rec list?!!?!! I have written her into several myself, and always love reading how she is portrayed! tysm for sharing! 💌

HEY LIRI!!!

Fantastic!!! I'm so happy I can get this out to you quickly!!! It's not many new fics, but I hope you'll enjoy anyway!

Enjoy!!

HARRY WATSON IS IN THIS FIC Pt. 4

See also:

Harry Watson is in this Fic

Harry Watson is in This Fic Pt. 2

Harry Watson is in This Fic Pt. 3

A Study Of Living With Sherlock Holmes by  AllesandraQuartermaine (T, 50,234 w., 22 Ch. || Post-ASiP/Pre-TAB, Domestics, Friendship, POV John) – Learn about what happened between John and Sherlock January 31st and March 22. From John's pov on how to survive and learn to live with one eccentric mad genius known as Sherlock Holmes. 

The Hollow Woman by ScopesMonkey (M, 51,335 w., 22 Ch. || Post-TRF, Major Character Death, Mystery, Romance, Friendship, Family, Angst, Crime, Reunion, First Kiss / Time, Nightmares, Doctor John, Jealous Sherlock, Jealous John, BAMF John, Angry John, Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Villain Mary, Open Ending) – Forced to return to London sooner than expected, Sherlock falls into a case too close to home. Part 1 of the Hollowverse series

Isosceles by SilentAuror (E, 56,609 w., 7 Ch. || Post-S4, POV John, Original Male Character / Sherlock Dates Another Man, Love Triangle, Jealous John, Virgin Sherlock, Sexual Coaching, Angst, Romance, Domesticity, Unrequited Feelings, Miscommunication, First Kiss/Time, For a Case, Friends With Benefits, Bottomlock, Love Confessions, Spooning) – After solving a case for a major celebrity, Sherlock gets himself asked out. When John asks, he discovers that Sherlock has no intention of going, at least not until John agrees to coach him through whatever he might need to know for his date...

Bakers with Benefits by Raina_at (E, 88,130 w., 14 Ch. || Great British Bake Off AU || Strangers to Lovers, Switchlock, Friends with Benefits, Mentions of Alcoholism / Past Drug Use, Banter, Flirting, Fluff, Light Angst, Semi-Public Sex, Past Sherlock/Victor, Mutual Pining, POV Sherlock, Obsessive Sherlock, John’s Bum) – Sherlock Holmes has a successful YouTube baking channel, but what he really wants is his own bakery. When an old friend sends him a call for the very first Great British Bake Off, he seizes the opportunity to finally win a sponsor for his bakery. Here's the plan: Win Bake Off, get the bakery, don't fall in love with the handsome Army doctor at the neighbouring station. Easy.

Kintsukuroi by sussexbound (E, 91,823 w., 20 Ch. || S4 Compliant / Post-TLD, Grief / Mourning, PTSD, Internalized Homophobia, Therapy, Past Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Suicidal Ideation, Masturbation, Minor Character Death, Sexting, Frottage, Inexperienced Sherlock, Rimming / Anal / BJ’s, Emotional Turmoil, Finding Each Other) – “I love you.” Sherlock sees the words hit John with almost physical force. He reels back a little, jaw twitching and eyes filling. “I love you,” he repeats, a little softer, a little more gentle, as earnest as he possibly can. Because they’ve been teetering on the brink of this thing for years, and it had become painfully obvious over the last few months that they were at a tipping point. This had to happen. Now it has. Now they can see where they end up. The tears in John’s eyes spill over, and he wipes at them angrily. “Do you even know what that means?”  

The Bang and the Clatter by earlgreytea68 (M, 137,049 w. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Baseball AU || Slow Burn / Developing Relationship, Possessive/Obsessive Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Mutual Pining, Body Appreciation, Depression, Closeted Sexuality, Family, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Ogling Each Other, Anxious Sherlock, Panic Attack, Drunkenness, Talk of Forever, Big Feelings™) – Sherlock Holmes is a pitcher and John Watson is a catcher. No, no, no, it's a baseball AU. Part 1 of Baseball

The Lost Special: Family Matters (As Do Relationships) by  ShirleyCarlton (M, 144,688 w., 40 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic / Meta Fic, Unreliable Narrator, John’s Mind Bungalow, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending, Demisexual Sherlock, Holmes Family, John Whump, Gay Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Drug Addiction, Parenting, TFP is a Nightmare, Virgin Sherlock, Slow Burn, Minor Character Death, Switchlock, John’s Past, Sherlock’s Past, Eurus, Love Confessions) –Sherrinford is not really the name of some high security prison. That was just a figment of John’s frantic coma dream. And Eurus is not actually Sherlock’s sister. That’s just something random she said to John before shooting him. Sherlock and John were never actually estranged. That was just their act to cover up what really happened to Mary – or Rosamund Moran, as her real name has turned out to be. Sherlock does have a secret sibling, though, and his name is Sherrinford. After finally eliminating Moran – though in a rather dramatically different way than they had envisioned – and exposing the truth about Eurus, John encourages Sherlock to delve into his past and to find out whether the reasons to keep Sherrinford away from Sherlock were the right ones, and to discover what really happened in 1981. Along the way, Sherlock and John gradually, finally, stop keeping each other at a distance, and eventually become a proper family of their own.

[mygloviesme]

cool about it. || myg

no. 6: we don’t have to talk about it

predebut/debut!yoongi x female idol

summary: kanako is an established idol with a growing career and a secret relationship with a producer from her label, haneul. when she’s asked to work with yoongi and rm to create a track for her, she gains unexpected feelings for a certain upcoming rapper. with her increasing fame, her controlling boyfriend, a set of six boys who seem to have grown an attachment to her, and a new boy who’d give her the world, how will she figure out a way to balance it all?

(definitely inspired by boygenius)

word count: 3.0k

genre: ANGST, friends(?) to lovers, slow burn, lots of pining, slight fluff

chapter warnings: toxic relationship (not w/myg), mentions of mental health, mentions of grooming (not w/myg)

inspo song: anything by adrianne lenker.

"i dont wanna be the owner of your fantasy, i just wanna be a part of your family"

FEBRUARY 15TH, 2012, 11:51PM

Once the games and conversations have settled, I sit in Yoongi’s bed once again, scrolling on my phone as the rest of them do. It was an eventful night with lots of screaming and jokes and fun. Something I’ve forgotten about these past ten months. I feel like I’ve been wrapped in a heated, weighted blanket and put to bed. That’s how this night has made me feel. I wonder if they know how much this has meant to me, I think to myself. 

If they did, would it scare them? 

I use that thought to my advantage and choose to not express those feelings, not for a while at least. They can’t know how lonely I've been these past couple years. How drained, isolated, and unhappy I’ve been. I want to enjoy this non-complicated bliss for a while longer. They don’t have to know just yet. 

I see a notification pop up on the top of my screen, causing me to freeze. I click to see the full message, It’s from Bang-PD. 

Bang: Hello Kanako, sorry to bother you so late at night. I’ve been informed by a colleague who knows someone that works at K-Station, that the story of you and Haneul will drop tomorrow. I’m unsure of how the story got out to begin with, but that will be discussed later. I know this is a big worry for you as much as it is for everyone here at BigHit, but I negotiated with him as much as I could. Unfortunately, all I was able to do was convince him not to release Haneul’s name, though he’s still releasing other information about him that still connects him to BigHit. I’m sorry for this, Kanako. The least I can do is cancel any sort of promotion that’s been previously booked for you this year. Please let me know however I, or any of the staff here, can further support you during this troubling time. There’ll be a meeting to cover more at 8AM tomorrow. 

My hands shake as I grasp my phone tightly, rereading the text over and over again. Over and over and over again. This can’t be real, right? How could this situation get any worse? Why does this always happen? What’s so wrong with me that I’m always hurting?

I click the call button and PD-nim answers almost immediately. 

“Yes, Kanako.” He says, knowing what I’ve called about. 

“One moment,” I mutter, rushing over Yoongi’s laying body and to the balcony door. It doesn’t occur to me at the moment how frantic I must seem to the boys. But I don't care. All I’m thinking about is what’s going to happen. To me, to the company, to the boy’s success. If they don’t succeed, it’s my fault isn’t it? This scandal is going to burn this company down to its core. It’s my fault, it’s my fault, it's my fault. 

I step onto the balcony, feeling the fresh hair hit my face and I close the door behind me. I bring the phone back up to my face and start to cry, “T-This is all my fault, isn’t it? I’m going to ruin the company’s name?” I choke.

“Kanako please calm down-”

“I CAN’T calm down! It’s my fault, it’s all my fault…” My cries turn into sobs. 

“We’re going to handle it, I promise you. We won’t go down without a fight.” 

I clutch my hair with one hand, shutting my eyes tightly. “What about the boys? The group? Will they still debut?” I whisper. 

His answer is delayed, and I can feel the hesitation that stalls his voice. Stop feeling. Stop feeling. 

“W-We will cover that tomorrow, they’ll be attending the meeting as well.” 

I shake my head uncontrollably, “No, Bang. They have to debut. You have to promise me that will still happen. I don’t care, let me go, I-I’ll give up my career. I’ll stop performing, just promise me.” 

I can hear him sigh through the phone, “It won’t have to come to that, Kanako. There is just some things we need to discuss. Tomorrow. Everything will be handled. Our priority is you at this moment, okay?” He aims to comfort me, but that doesn’t comfort me whatsoever. 

I don’t want to be the main priority, I feel like nothing compared to those boys. They have so much hope, so many dreams, and I’m fading away. I’m withering into the background and I’ve accepted it. I don’t matter. 

I swallow the growing lump in my throat with a wince. 

“O-Okay. See you tomorrow.” 

“See you tomorrow, Kanako.”

The phone call ends and I place my phone in my sweatpants, Jungkook's sweatpants. 

I walk over to the balcony railing, placing my hands along it softly. I sniffle my tears away and stare up to the night sky. It’s so quiet. I wonder, will the streets be rioting tomorrow? Will there be people at my doorstep, telling me I’m a horrible person? Will there be anyone left after everything’s been taken from me? It seems the universe isn't satisfied with my misery, not just yet.

I hear the door crack open behind me, looking to see who it is. I see all seven boys piling onto the balcony, knowing they won’t fit. So they all just stand amid themselves, some with hands in their pockets, some looking at me directly. Yoongi stands behind them, almost hiding. 

“Hi guys.” I laugh through my tears painfully. Jungkook, the lanky sixteen year old, snakes his way in my direction. He stands next to me, placing his arm around me. It catches me off guard but I don’t reject it. Just this once, I’ll soothe into someone’s consolation. Just this once. 

“You heard that, huh?” I say, knowing this situation brings déjà vu for the both of us. He’s always here, isn’t he? Coming to my rescue. He shouldn’t have to be. He’s so young, just like I was. 

“We, uh, all did.” He speaks with a gentle grip on my shoulder. Although being younger than me, he’s still much taller than me. But this time it doesn’t scare me that I have to look up to him, to someone. There’s a glimmer in his doe-eyes that makes me smile. 

I peak behind to the boys who stand there, all looking at the night sky with us. 

Yoongi steps forward through what seems to be a crowd, standing on the other side of me. 

“We’re here for you.” Is all he says, locking his eyes into mine. The care that rests in his demeanor is enough for my heart to glow shiny, bright red. But in this moment all I want is to be held, consoled. So I set those feelings aside and rest my head on Yoongi’s shoulder. Like he’s an old friend, someone who’s done this with me many times before. That’s how it feels anyway. 

I feel the rest of the boys surround us closer, and we extend to a group hug. It’s vulnerable, unexpected, but wanted. I feel wanted. Not in a lustful, wrong way. But in a grounding way. 

Is this how it feels to be loved truly, hopefully, madly, properly?

FEBRUARY 16TH, 2012, 8:00PM

I sit in the same conference room, but this time with the boys. Bang has no idea we had all just come from the same room, which I know is another stupid decision I made. But this one isn’t something I’d like to feel bad about, not yet. 

“First I’d like to say, this meeting will be met with zero judgment. We’re treading on very thin ice and I’d like this meeting to be beneficial. Is that understood?” PD-nim says, and we all agree unanimously. 

“Great, moving on. Kanako, how do you feel about canceling the rest of your previously booked events? This means,” He shuffles through his stack of stapled paper, “-Interviews, promotions, performances, and award shows.” He clears his throat and focuses on me. 

I lick my lips slowly, thinking of his question. I knew he asked that last night, but I was unsure even then. This means losing money. Lots and lots of money, from both ends. 

“What will it mean for my career?” I question honestly. 

“We still have an ongoing contract for you that we intend on fulfilling. It’ll be up to you if you’d like to renew it, as it ends on November 18th later this year. We are still wanting you to be an idol under this company, though. Your renewal will be met with zero hesitation from us, if you do decide to do so.” He says. 

I nod, “I’ll take a break, then.” 

He gives a half smile and writes something down, before looking at the group of boys. 

“There will be a stallment to your debut, as me and the team have discussed. The set date was,” He looks down to his papers again, “April 12th, 2013. Now it will be June 12th, 2013. Just to get everything back in order so we’re well organized for that time.” He concludes. 

I sink into my chair just a little and glance at the boys who nod, unexpressive. 

“How does that make you all feel?” I hear myself mutter. Didn’t know I’d be speaking like this. 

Namjoon sits up from his chair, setting his arms on the table, “We’re ready whenever the company is. We, uhm, are in full support of Kanako.” He expresses, which meets agreements from the other members. PD-nim’s mouth parts slightly, nodding slowly. 

“That’s…good to know. Anyway,” He slides us all a piece of paper, “This is an NDA. All of the staff have signed it and we need you all to sign as well. We need utter privacy at this time, nothing that you hear or know in this building leaves it, is that understood?” Before Bang finishes speaking, Yoongi has already reached for a pen and gives a hurried signature. 

He lays back in his seat and his expression still hasn’t moved. The rest follow, the sound of signatures after the other. I grip the pen and give mine as well, with a little hesitation. Maybe it’s the embarrassment of having dragged everyone in this mess with me. 

“Before we wrap up this meeting, there are some notable mentions. The trainees we had here have been moved to various entertainments, just as an added precaution. We as a team expect there will be press covering all grounds of this building and there isn’t any need to have more information leak. As for questions you may get asked, we have asked our publicists to ensure that all will be avoided in future interviews. If there happens to be a time when you do get asked,” He looks over to the boys, “The answer is to not answer. We will handle it.” He purses his lips to create something of a smile. 

He gets up to collect our papers, stuffing them in his folder and placing it on top of his binder. He stays standing, “Since we’ve moved the trainees, there are more dorms available. You boys will be moved to the same unit Kanako resides in. The rooms are more spacious and we’ve decided to split it up in two, so who is staying in who’s dorm is up to you seven. As for you all in total,” 

His gaze travels to mine, “I urge you all to stick together during this time, including Kanako. It might be helpful for you to have peers to talk to. There may be other meetings as the situation develops, but for right now I encourage everyone to rest.” Ah, the calm before the storm. 

He gives one last bow before leaving the conference room. Once the door has closed and the dust settles, I hear a small voice. 

“Does this mean I can move in with Kanako?” Jungkook whispers. 

FEBRUARY 16TH, 2012, 12:00PM

I hear loud footsteps and the voices of the same boys I was with just outside my dorm. This has been happening for two hours now, and I assumed they were moving into their new dorms. I took these few hours to ease my mind, turning off my phone semi-permanently. I thought it was best I avoid any news outlets or messages from people I went to school with. I’m sure my phone is about to implode with how many texts and missed calls I’m getting. 

Besides, there’s no family members that I need to contact. A painful reminder as I stuff my phone in my junk drawer. I take a deep breath before stepping outside my room, seeing a box toppled over with clothes and various objects pooling the floor. Taehyung and Jimin are bickering in the other dorm, and Jungkook runs outside to see me when he hears my door open. 

“Kanako! Help us!” He begs, and I tilt my head in confusion. He grabs my wrist to lead me inside the dorm, but when I feel his grip I back away aggressively, jerking my hand from his. The notion was too familiar, my spine being sent chills when I remembered his name. Haneul. I know Jungkook didn’t mean any harm, but when I saw, felt, his long fingers on my wrist I went into fight or flight. 

“D-Don’t do that.” I say assertively, rubbing my wrist with my other hand. His expression falls, and I sense he’s at a loss for words. 

The edges of his mouth turn into a gentle smile, “Of course, I’m sorry. Do you-would you like to come in and help us move in?” He asks, gesturing to me to come in. He’s not upset with me? 

I accept his request and caress his arm in reassurance as I step inside. The place is mostly empty, with boxes and tubs on top of each other. Yoongi is on his back, underneath the bunk bed. Jungkook follows and stands next to me, sighing, “He thinks the creaking noise it’s making means it’s broken. He’s been at this for thirty minutes.” 

I laugh and walk over to Yoongi, leaning down so I’m on my hands and knees. I lean my head down to meet with him, looking at him with curiosity. “You know these beds are very, very old. Actually, the one in my dorm is 10 years old, I’ve been told. And it has not collapsed once.” I say. He plops his head down on the carpet, “That’s not a problem when your bed isn’t being slept on by two people.” His voice is slightly muffled. 

I hum, “That’s true. But listen,” I scooch under the small space so we’re lying side by side. The space between us is minimal to none, and if we turn our faces we’d only be inches away from each other. I realize this closeness and in turn, my cheeks flush. “Nothing is going to happen.” I assure him.

He licks his lips and closes his eyes, “It’s better hearing it from your mouth instead of Jungkook’s.” He says, which makes my palms embarrassingly clammy. It also makes me feel like I need to go to the bathroom, badly. But you did not hear that from me. My eyes are hesitant to look at him, but with a leap of faith, I do so anyway. And it feels freeing. I feel like this is how these things are supposed to go. Natural, awkward. 

These feelings are okay to have. As long as you don’t go any further. 

But I think back to last night, when he let me rest my head on his shoulder for what felt like hours. When he saw me after my horrible dinner, mascara down my face and snot dribbling above my upper lip. He’s already seen me. He knows me, he knows what I look like when I’m broken down, vulnerable. Then why is it that I still need a wall between us? Why is it that I feel like I’ve failed when he looks at me the way he’s looking at me right now? 

His almond eyes are almost blurred from the darkness of being underneath this bed, but I can still see him, and he sees me. X-ray vision. He looks down to my lips in a quick motion, and I feel my breath hitch. But I’m leaning over, and so is he. We’re so close to each other, I can feel his breath on my face. It has a hint of mint and something else I assume to be his breakfast.

And I want to be his next meal, in the most wholesome sense of the phrase. 

“Kanako..”

“I love when you say my name.” I confess in the form of a whisper. 

His lips brush mine, before I’m grabbed and dragged from my ankles. I bonk my head on the edge of the bed and look at Taehyung who’s looking at me like a lost puppy. I rub my forehead and close my eyes, unable to process what just happened this past minute. 

“What the fuck..” I groan. My head throbbing. 

Yoongi scooches from under the bed so he’s sitting up next to me, staring at Taehyung with a look I can’t read but it seems like Taehyung can. He stutters, “I-uh, we just…sorry about that, Kanako.” Tae hangs his head low. I try to shake my head but I’m too busy soothing the pain that’s building up in my frontal lobe, surely damaging it. “Uh, it's fine. What is it?”

Taehyung pouts, “Is it true Jungkook is staying with you? And if so, can we all take turns spending the night because I think it’s very unfair that he gets to-”

I interrupt him, “No, he’s not staying with me.” I sigh, “Jungkook!” I call out his name in annoyance. I hear small thuds that turn into louder ones, Jungkook peering from the dorm door. His head peaks in slightly, afraid of being scolded. “I’m sorry but you can’t stay in my dorm, there’s just not enough room! It’s a single.” I say while placing my hand over my heart playfully, emphasizing my pity.

He pouts just like Taehyung, “But maybe you could sleep over here sometimes? Now there’s no excuse for you not to, it’s not like you’re doing anyth-”

“Jungkook.” Yoongi snaps. 

The young boy nods in apology, “Just a couple nights a week?”

I roll my eyes, “A couple nights a week, sure.”

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[huffle-dork]

College drabbles sound good!

(AN: I spent forever trying to find the initial ask for this but I’m pretty sure this was for a whump thing SO COLLEGE WHUMP IT IS!

Also btws! I’m slowly working through olddd requests so if you’ve sent one recently hang on! I’m trying to get to them as soon as I can!)

Jackie and Zara are sprawled out on the couch of Jackie’s flat, watching a cheesy movie they can half watch while they enjoy each others’ company.

Zara hums from where she’s laying on Jackie’s stomach. “Do you think he’s gonna win the competition?”

“Babe Imma be real honest- I have been dozing on and off for at least half the movie.” Jackie replies with a yawn, then shoves a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“What?? But it’s a sequel to a movie from when we were kids! You suggested it!” Zara laughs, playfully hitting him.

Jackie snorts and grumbles, “t’was more fun when we were kids… now it has college pressure on it! it’s too real!”

“In the fictional animated movie about monsters-“

“In college like us, yeah!” Jackie says, thrusting his hand at the screen. “I love animated movies but don’t make me live my current pressure! I watch these for fun, Damnit!”

Zara laughs more before crawling up to press up on Jackie’s chest. She rests her chin on his collarbone and tiptoes her fingers up towards his cheek then boops his nose. “Well… I have other ideas on how to have some fun~!”

Jackie blinks owlishly but then grins, setting their snacks on the floor and then gripping Zara tight around the waist. He presses his forehead to hers and practically purrs, “Thank god Marvin is out for the night, huh?”

The raven haired girl giggles then pulls Jackie in for a kiss. Feels weird to be snogging during a children’s movie but hey- they weren’t really watching it anymore anyways.

Then, there’s a bang against the door that has the couple springing apart.

“What was that?” Zara asks.

“Dunno… Marvin said he’d be gone all night I thought-“ Jackie mumbles.

“…think it’s some of the boys asking for a late night rugby game?”

“Nah- pretty sure most are spending the nights with their girls too.” Jackie responds, untangling his legs from Zara’s and setting his feet down to go answer the door.

The doorknob starts to jangle and Jackie feels dread pool in his gut as he holds out a hand to protect Zara. He locked the door right?

The door unlocks and then slams open.

Marvin is leaning against it, pale in the dimly lit night behind him. He’s heaving like he’s having trouble breathing and his legs are shaking wildly. He looks up at the frightened couple, narrows his eyes at Zara and then pitches forward- collapsing to the floor with a dull thud.

“M-Marv!” Jackie cries as he hurries to his friend’s side and helps to lean him up against him. “The fuck did you do this time??”

Marvin coughs, looking sickly with how pale he is. Green and blue and hints of purple glowed in his veins and faintly in his eyes. He laughs weakly, grinning at Jackie. “New spells… w-was a good night for casting but I… I overdid it…”

Zara looked confused, “spells? I-Is he like… Wiccan?”

Jackie looks down and glares slightly at Marvin, raising a slight eyebrow. Marvin waves a lazy hand at him. “Half of campus thinks I’m a witch- I’m leaning into it now…”

He suddenly winces and grabs at his shoulder and when Marvin pulls away his hand, it’s covered in blood.

Jackie startles, “J-Jesus Christ Marvin! What did you do?”

“I miscalculated,” The magician grumbled, holding his shoulder. “I was too eager on my first try… g-got it eventually though!”

“H-Here! I’ll go get the first aid kit!” Zara calls out, rushing down the hall to the bathroom.

“Thanks, love!” Jackie calls back. Then he looks down at Marvin and huffs out. “Marv… you said you were gonna join like… a coven or magic circle for these advanced spells! There’s a reason magicians tend to work in teams… you can’t do everything by yourself.”

“Don’t lecture me on magic, Jackie.” Marvin snaps, trying to push himself up. “I’m the one who’s magic- not you.”

“And yet I research and learn! Because you’re too stubborn to actually get outside your own head! There’s all this stuff set in place for a purpose Marvin! I may not be magic but I-it makes sense! You have support if there’s a backfire- resources and spell ingredients and people who actually know what they’re doing who can-!”

“I know what I’m doing!” Marvin bites back, pushing into Jackie’s face. “I don’t need old crones stuck in their ways teaching me about my birthright! I don’t need condescending assholes like my fucking father critiquing me on my form or pronouncation-! All I need is me! I have all the knowledge I need- all the power I need!”

He grabs Jackie’s hand and grips it tight, green building back up in his eyes as he grins. “See I’ll- I’ll show you! What I learned tonight… teleportation! Solo! No fucking giant circles of judging eyes needed!”

Jackie’s eyes widen, “wait that’s how you got hurt? M-Marvin please wait, you need to rest-!”

Marvin rolls his eyes, “c’mon Jackie! Where’s your sense of adventure? Don’t tell me you’re getting soft on me! It’ll be a quick zip and back then you can go back to snogging your girlfriend.”

Jackie’s face turns bright red, “w-we were not!”

Marvin laughs and then smiles warmly at his friend, “just focus on me. You know I wouldn’t hurt you, right?”

“…not on purpose-“

“Accidents don’t count, shush.”

Marvin builds up sparks of green and purple around their interlocked hands and he breathes slowly, closing his eyes. He still needed a bit of help so he chants the spell's words under his breath, flashes of runes vibrating around his hands. Jackie watches nervously-

Until Zara runs back in, holding the first aid kit. “G-Got it! And a couple other things I didn’t know what we were dealing with-“ She blinks at the magic vibrating around their closed hands and she screams and drops the supplies.

“H-Holy fucking shit!”

Jackie and Marvin both startle and Jackie tries to explain, “Zara it’s okay he’s just-!”

Then, Marvin spits out the last word, sending spears of hate towards Zara with his glowing eyes. He expected to take him and Jackie away in a flash of light- but instead…

Marvin disappears into light- and Jackie cries out, his back stiffening as his eyes fill up with purple light. Then, he collapses to the ground.

Zara feels frozen for a second- trying to understand what just happened. Then, she frantically runs towards Jackie and tries to lift up his face from the ground. “Oh my god! Jackie? J-Jackie wake up! Please love- what is going on?!”

Jackie is still for a second before he slowly blinks open his eyes. But… they’re wrong. They’re glowing green.

His eyes spring open and then he slaps Zara away and scrambles back, eyes wide and magic zipping around him. “D-Don’t touch me!” He spits. It still sounds like Jackie but… Jackie wouldn’t say that- not to Zara.

Zara’s face falls and she holds her hands to her chest. “What…? Jackie I… I don’t understand- what happened? Are you okay? Where’s Marvin?”

Jackie is massaging his head and then snaps out at Zara, “What are you talking about? Are you blind? I’m right here-“

Jackie’s eyes slowly widen as he goes to look down at himself and then he seems to pale.

“….oh my god- I- I’m in Jackie’s body-“

“You’re what?!” Zara shouts out.

Jackie scrambles to his feet and snaps, bursts of magic zipping out and Marvin sighs in slight relief. “Okay still have magic- okay… okay-“ He tries to reason with himself. He seems to be looking at his hands, twisting and turning them over like he’s studying them. Stretching his fingers like he’s getting used to them.

Zara climbs to her feet too, “hello?? Marvin? Do you mind explaining what the hell is happening? Or am I just supposed to be okay with you possessing my boyfriend like some kind of evil ghost-!”

“Would you be quiet?!” Marvin suddenly booms, eyes turning pure purple. Zara backs away- slight fear in her eyes.

Marvin’s face drops and the power dies down before he shakes out his head and looks away. “Sorry I… I just can’t concentrate- I’m trying to fix this! I didn’t do this on purpose I- I was trying to show him a teleportation spell! And I need to figure out why this happened so I don’t accidentally do it again! Cuz believe it or not- I don’t want to randomly possess people!”

Zara is quiet for a second before nodding. “…okay… just… is he okay? Jackie…? I’m sorry I… I don’t understand what’s going on… I didn’t know magic was even real until… 5 minutes ago-“

Marvin sighs and pushes back his hair. It’s weird to see. Jackie doesn’t usually do that gesture to fix his hair. It was like running a PlayStation game on a wii. Similar but… not compatible.

“…Jackie’s fine. Just… startled. Confused too. He… he trusts me though. I just… need you to trust me too. Just for a second.” Marvin meets Zara’s eyes and the girl slowly nods.

She always found Marvin a bit creepy and off-putting. But only cuz he was such a social recluse… and was hard to talk to. She didn’t hate him… but maybe she was judging him too harshly through all of this.

“Be on standby though to… catch him. I have no idea how this is gonna play out…” The magician mumbles.

He closes his eyes and flares out his fingers at the side, reciting more magic words under his breath. Magic zips around him as the power builds. Zara inches away, watching in awe.

Finally, the magic seems to spilt the image of Jackie in two- and then a blast of green shoots out across the living room and crashes into the wall. Jackie’s body starts to crumble back towards the ground and Zara is quick to catch him. She then looks back towards the wall.

With Legs in the air and back on the floor lays Marvin, dazedly looking up at the ceiling as the world dips and spins around him.

“A-Are you okay??” Zara calls out. Marvin shakily gives her a thumbs up.

She sighs in relief and then rolls over Jackie and lightly taps his cheek. It takes a second but slowly Jackie’s eyes flutter back open, his light blue eyes back to normal. He dazedly looks up at Zara. She smiles at him.

“Welcome back, love.”

“…did I go somewhere? Marvin’s spell worked…?” Jackie mumbles in confusion. Zara sighs and then rubs Jackie’s cheek.

“…I think we have a lot to talk about… why don’t we go patch up Marvin and then settle in for the night?”

“…mkay…”

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#5

don’t hang up

18+ • drabble • yunho

“maybe next time you can try tinder!”

your friend enthusiastically offered after your recent failure to get- in your more than frustrated terms- at least one good fucking orgasm. lately, the task of cumming was all miss and little hit. the few people youve brought yourself to have fun with were much more talk than anything else. more disappointingly, even you couldn’t bring yourself adequate orgasm. there was an end but no spark. no big edge no toes curling no flush over your body. nothing but slightly less tense.

“have you even used the toy you got?”

you cringed. “god no. it just got here this today and after last night’s attempt at another round this morning i couldn't bring myself to even take my panties off after i got dressed this morning. what’s the point?”

“cmon don’t say that! you have to try something new maybe. don’t count the toy out just yet, your hands either. you might be too tense to even-”

“baby?”

“yuyu?”

her boyfriend, yunho, must’ve just gotten there. you hear them greet each other, a bitter scowl on your face. not just because of your current situation but because Yunho was so attractive it made you blush. he used to come into your job, sending you looks. he’d have a knowing smile on his lips at the color of your cheeks. he would converse with you briefly but nothing big. you hoped he would ask you out but one day he came in with your friend in tow instead to drop her off. you tried not to look at him too much after that.

“hello? hey, you still there?”

“yeah sorry i was thinking.”

“i was- gonna say- stop it, yuyu- that i need to go.” you could hear him kiss her between her words. 

“ok bye.” you hear him say as you pull the phone away from your ear to sigh. 

for a moment you closed your eyes until you heard something. you looked around for a source before looking back down to your phone. holding it up, the call was still counting the seconds. he mustve thrown the phone before she could disconnect. 

as you stared in shock, a loud moan came through the phone. you paused for a brief moment before curiosity had you putting it back up to your ear. she let out a needy mewl and you could hear him chuckle. “do you need help with something? you're making my palm wet and i just got here.” 

the image of Yunho on top of her with his big hand shoved between her thighs sent a shock between your own. you shouldn’t be listening but rather than ending the call you muted yourself.

“mhm. I-I was talking to ______ about her sex life. it w-was starting to make me think of you.”

“you were talking to ______?”

you couldn’t control how wet you got hearing him say your name nor help the small joy you felt at how interested he seemed that she was speaking to you. 

she must’ve nodded.

“what was she saying?” she made a confused noise at his question before she screamed out. the moan on the end was enough to have you leaning back. “you heard me.”

“she- she uh…”

“come on baby, get it out and you can have my fingers.” you licked your lips. fuck you wanted his fingers.

“she was asking for advice because she hasn’t been able to cum. not with anyone recently.”

your face burned with mild embarrassment at him knowing but it couldn’t stop the way you began massaging your breasts. the image of him plus the sound of his deep voice was too good.

but you need to hang up.

•yunho•

“what did you tell her?” I asked, trying to keep her satisfied enough to tell me. 

“I told her to try the dildo I convinced her to buy.” I rubbed her clit, coaxing the answers out. “I told her to try tinder too- AHH!”

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#4

slightly insecure reader with comforting channie thoughts

You feel very shy with him since it’s your first time. You get a little teary eyed at the thought of removing your bra. He notices and with a kiss to your forehead pulls his oversized shirt over your head. Knowing you’ll be be comfortable when you’re not so vulnerable. Even with no panties and eventually no bra the shirt gives you some solace and confidence in your first time. Even as he looks down at you as he rolls his hips into you something about how content and pleasured you look with his t shirt on makes his heart full

305 notes - Posted May 1, 2022

#3

Dating mob boss yunho

he’s cockwarming you in a seat on the stage at his event. nobody’s really noticing. you’re leaned forward a bit, hands on his thighs at your side and you bounce but with your dress still perfect over your torso

but you make eye contact with a woman in the audience doing a similar thing. she’s bent over one of those tall tables with the long white table clothes. she’s leaning slightly forward elbows bunching up her tits as she braces herself on the table, the man who you can see soon is yunhos right hand, Jongho

your mouth opens a bit in a moan stuck there. she smirks and pushed back into Jongho. you see her head throw back and even hear a bit of the noise he makes. she smirks and he grips her throat

Jongho catches what sees doing and makes eye contact as he squeezes her throat whispering something. she bites her lip hard. he smirks before leaning back, dark eyes on your with a sly grin.

a voice in your ear spikes the heat in your stomach with a firm hand to your waist, pushing you down.

‘what exactly are you doing babydoll?’

385 notes - Posted September 8, 2022

#2

Chan stroking your head while you cry your heart out during a really bad depressive episode

“I know… I know baby” he speaks every now and then knowing the tone of his voice is comforting to you, otherwise staying silent while you let it all out.

When you go quiet, the room is comfortingly silent. After a while, you squeeze. Just squeeze him with your face still in his chest. Squeezing him to further ground yourself, to silently let him know you’re grateful for him before you trust your voice again

But he already knows ♡

463 notes - Posted June 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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Hi 👋 Could u please write a platonic yandere for kiribaku please, where prohero!kiribaku kidnap or and saves mc from a abusive house hold. tq so much 😊

KIRIBAKU X READER BEING SAVED FROM AN ABUSIVE HOME

You cowered in fear, hiding in the closet. You’d heard some banging downstairs, and immediately assumed the worst. Either your father was drinking again, or he was mad. Really amd. Usually he enjoyed having a quiet home, enjoyed having a quiet daughter who never so much as made a peep, he was the only one who was allowed to make noise, that’s why you would take his screaming and his beatings without so much as a peep. He had an intense hearing quirk, or at least that is what he told you, that’s why you never made noise.your father had broken you completely, you did what he said when he said it, you were just his object.

That’s why you were sitting in this tight closet, holding your breath to have the least amount of sound come out of you, your heart raced, and you knew your father would be able to hear it if he was in the room. Your hands went up to cup your ears, and you tried to make yourself the smallest that you could, hoping that you could curl into yourself forever, and just disappear without a sound. You’d gotton so used to the quiet in your own head, that you never heard the creek in your door, or the rattling of the closet door. Until the dim light of your room shined into the closet did you realize that someone had opened it. You did nothing but squeeze your eyes tight, and hope you weren’t about to get hurt.

“Are you alright there sweetheart? No no no don’t be scared- don’t be scared I’m here to help you” a man spoke, putting his hands in front of him in attempts to show that he wouldn’t hurt you, instead he just scared you further into thinking he would hit you. The red haired man’s eyes shone with sympathy, you looked like you were trying to sink back into the closet walls, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself. he didn't know wether to pick you up and hold you close, or let you be.

"go away. were not supposed to have people in the house- ever. too loud." your hands shook as you talked- no- whispered to the man, you just wanted him to go away, then there isn't any possibility of you, with your half broken heart, getting hurt any more. certainly this would anger the man you call your father, and surely, yet again, you would be the target of that anger. of course e you didn't know your father was in the back of a police car wearing quirk cancelling vuffs, of course you didn't even know what a hero was, all you knew was that there was a man here, and the only other man you know brings you suffering, so this one must be the same right?

all kirishima could manage to think was, who did this to such a sweet little thing? you were so fragile, so small he felt he could fit you in the palm of his hand. he noticed the quiver in your hand as you spoke, he noticed the knawed down fingernails you bore on your hands, and he most certainly noticed the subtle scarring that oeeoed through your sleeve. he couldn't pinpoint why, but he wanted more in this moemtn to beyour savior, to be your hero. he also wanted to rip that man outside apart, the man who very clearly did this to you, but that could be left far later, hey, you might even want to help him.

" its okay honey- you wont get hurt anymore I swear, lets just come out of this closet, and you can come with me. Il keep you safe alright? nothings gonna happen t you" the man tried to comfort you, backing up away from the closet, and putting his hands behind his back instead of in front of him. this gave you some form of comfort, now he wasn't in range to hurt you. The man noticed how quiet you were, usually he would expect to at least hear your breathing, but nothing. it didn't seem like a quirk, you were ejus so silent.

"w-why should I trust you" you questioned, even when you spoke your voice sounded hushed, raspy, almost like you barely ever use it. he spotted your eyes peeping out form your little corner, like you wanted help, just didn't know how to accept it.

“I’m a hero darling, if I’m lying you can kill me, now come out, let’s get you in some better clothes” he spoke, noting the state of your clothing, they looked more close to rags than clothing, dirtied, ripped, too small but too big at the same time. You stared at him for a few seconds, questioning yourself, you hesisatingly brought your hand out to clasp him, shaking all the way there. He gently tugged on it, careful not to pull too hard in fear you would break, and pulled you out of the closet into his hold.

From there, you were picked up, and carried out of the home, the few police officers and heros investigating the house looked at you. This must’ve been why the man was reported, child abuse. Cases like these get worse and worse as you dig deeper. The man held you tight, and pushed your head into the crook of his neck, hiding you from their gazes. Also, to keep you from spotting the man you called your father, sitting in the police car in handcuffs. A certain blonde hero watched you in his husbands arms, falling in love with you oh so quickly.

And with that, you were carried off to what you could call your new life

———

It wasn’t easy, getting used to living with them. Supposedly the legal system just chose the best candidate for the job of parenting uou, the pair had been searching for a child to adopt, and the two heroes were the best candidates. you had some funny ways… ones that you’d learned growing up in that house, ones that they were trying to get you to shake no matter how hard you resisted. When kirishima had first brought you to your new “home” with his husband, you were still paranoid that they were going to turn around and smack you across the face any second, either that or they would just stomp on your head and end your misery… hence the way you awkwardly tense up whenever they try to support you.

Often times, your past would creep up on you, and that sense of fear would overtake you. They tried to show you that they would support you through anything, but old habits always bubble up, especially yours. Half the time in this house you would act like a kicked puppy, and the other half you would be so silent they would get worried thinking you’d run away. You just couldn’t rid your own mind of those rules your old father put in place, no matter how hard they tried to help.

You’d developed some… habits to help you cope with your own trauma, liek knawingbyour nails down to the beds, like picking at your skin, like biting at your lips till they bleed. The two men always tell you to stop, you never do. But they don’t yell, they know if they yell than you’ll get scared and retreat back into your shell. And they really don’t want that! They are as gentle with you as possible, meaning they just wrap you in a finding hug whenever they catch you proceeding in some of your habits. Your father had cracked you just enough to make it long term, to make you unstable for the rest of your life. They wanted to help you, glue your cracksback up with their love.

After a few weeks passed, you’d gotton pretty comfortable with them, enough to actually talk and hug and act like an actual functioning family. It’s probably the fact that you’ve been touch starved your entire life, and that you’ve never gotton so much as a hug, that you’ve grown way too attached to the men who constantly showed you physical affection. Bakugo, who would always just pick you up in his string arms and hold you, and kirishima, who would sit you down and cuddle you, you’ve never felt affection like this before, so obviously you’ve grown to crave it.

Naturally, you just wanted to be around them all the time, the only nice people you’d ever met. Ever. And boy oh boy did they love it, bakugo (although he won’t admit it) thinks you’re just so cute, it’s so obvious that you like him, but you’re just too shy to show it. Almost like a cat, you silently want to be hugged and petted, but then when someone tries you aggressively bite and turn into a satan spawn. They loved your personality, you’d finally been able to come out of your little shell. Sure, sometimes you stared off into space, sometimes you would pick at your nails, sometimes you would forget where you were and start crying, sometimes you flinched from their touch. Even though you got away from your father, you were still broken… utterly shattered.

But it’s okay baby

They’ll fix you

They promise

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When you hit a moment of writers block and now everything you publish feels terrible quality so you end up working on the same short peace for over a week :/

Anywayyyy

I’m sorry that this is so low quality, I might end up deleting and re editing later, it was fun to write though!

Thank you for requesting! Have a nice day!

[barnesafterglow]

it's new, it's you

summary: when the father of your favorite student asks you on a date, there's no way you can say no

pairing: dilf!steve x teacher!reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: explicit language, steve is a Stud, mild sexual content (reader wants to bang him, but don't we all), mention of hospital/er visit, size difference (steve is 6'5, reader is vaguely smaller), hmm i think that's it

a/n: hey besties i literally started this like a few hours ago and i debated whether to continue or to leave it open for a part 2 so... guess which one i did ;) thank you @treat-people-w-kisses and @fandoms-writings for giving me the validation i crave. i hope you all enjoy this bc i am a sucker for dilf!steve xoxo

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“Sarah! Get back here!” You heard the voice just before you felt the weight of a six year old latch onto your legs.

In a practiced move, you reached down and forced her to release you by hefting her onto your hip, smiling brightly when she smacked a kiss onto your cheek.

“What are you doing, sweet girl? Where’s your - oh.” Steve Rogers walked through your door and your brain turned off. You had heard the whispers from other teachers about how hot he was - your best friend Natasha calling him a certified dilf - but you had yet to meet him. Until now. And the rumors did not do him justice.

Standing at probably 6’5, ripped to hell, and with a beard and hair to die for, it was a wonder you didn’t get on your knees for him right there.

You were holding his daughter. That’s why.

The thought was a jump start to your brain, as you gently set her back on her feet and extended a hand to him.

“Hi, Mr. Rogers, I was wondering where her company was,” you said, patting Sarah affectionately on the head. She beamed up at you, showcasing her missing tooth, and you were once again lost in the ray of sunshine that was your favorite student.

“Please, call me Steve,” you felt your body heat up at his words, and dropped your head before he could notice. “Sorry about Sarah, she was very excited to see you.”

“Oh, it’s no problem at all. Don’t tell anyone this but,” you dropped your voice to a stage whisper, “she’s my favorite.”

She let out a squeal and wrapped her arms around your legs yet again. It didn’t slip your notice that Steve seemed just as mesmerized by your interaction with his daughter as you had been just by seeing him. You had a feeling the blush coursing through you was a permanent fixture for the night.

“Well, I should let you all go enjoy the rest of the holiday fair.” You crouched down to Sarah’s level to give her a hug. “I heard Santa’s down in the cafeteria, you don’t want to miss him.”

She yelled in delight before giving you one last squeeze and sprinting out of the room. You expected Steve to immediately follow her, but he lingered in your doorway as he watched her with another teacher down the hall.

“She talks about you all the time, ya know. Says you’re her best friend. I’ve never heard her talk about anyone else like that.” He looked in your direction now, as you fumbled with the hem of your sweater to avoid his eyes. “I think you’ve made quite an impression.” You were too nervous to hear the unspoken on both of us in his words. When you managed to look up again, he was only a couple steps from you. “I hope I’ll be seeing you more often.”

He made his way back towards the door, throwing one last glance your way and his own cheeks were dusted pink from your stunned expression. That didn’t stop him from winking at you as he slipped into the throng of parents milling throughout the halls.

You took several steps back until your thighs hit the edge of your desk, where you sank down and had to catch your breath.

This man was going to be the death of you.

--

True to his word, Steve made a habit of coming to see you, at least once a week. It started off as him popping his head in to say goodbye when he would pick Sarah up, then turned into a lovely game of him trying to guess your coffee order and bring it to you. This happened because he caught you half asleep trying to grade a stack of tests one afternoon. The next day Sarah came in with a large coffee - courtesy of her daddy she said. He showed up himself that afternoon with another, this time with something more than just cream and sugar, and so his attempts began.

You didn’t tell him that he got it right with that first cup, it was just too much fun to see his face every time you took a sip, and give him absolutely no indication. Plus, you got to try all kinds of new things.

It was about a month later, the last day of school before winter break, that he finally worked up the courage to ask you out.

He was running late from work, so you and Sarah were the only people left in your classroom when he arrived. You had a Christmas movie playing, and were dancing around the room together to the holiday songs. He leaned against the doorway and simply watched until Sarah noticed him standing there. She wiggled free from your arms and launched herself into his, and he caught her with an endearing delight.

As she packed her things up, he came to stand by your desk, and you could feel the flirtation mixed in with his nervous energy.

“I’m dropping Sarah off at her mom’s after this and I was wondering if - uh - if you wanted to get dinner with me?” Your head snapped in his direction, a bit shocked that he wanted to actually take you out, and he immediately was a stuttering mess, trying to backpedal and save face. “You don’t have to, obviously, fuck, sorry, shit, well -”

“Steve,” you cut him off, not wanting to torture him anymore, “I would love to get dinner with you. Maybe you could just come over and we can order takeout. I’m a little too exhausted to be out in the public anymore today.”

His face flushed crimson, still in shock as you took his phone from him, putting in your contact information and sending yourself a text.

You were handing it back to him when Sarah tugged on his sleeve, signalling she was ready to go. He shyly waved as he picked her up and made his way out of your classroom.

To say you were stunned with yourself would be an understatement. You had never flirted with a parent before, let alone gone out on a date with one, and you weren’t the type of girl to make the first move anyways. Especially with how flirty he had been with you. But he was obviously nervous and it made you want to throw your arms around him right then and there.

So now you had a date. With your student’s dad. Quite possibly the most attractive man you had ever laid eyes on.

Shit.

--

It was about an hour later that your doorbell rang, you quickly put the broom away in the closet before making your way towards the front door. You smoothed down your sweatshirt, all of a sudden nervous that you were underdress, even though this was far from a formal date.

You opened the door to find Steve with the most adorable smile on his face, and a bouquet of flowers in his hand. The arrangement was beautiful and nearly made you tear up, so you quickly took it from his hands and made your way to the kitchen to get your emotions in check. When you returned, he was standing in the middle of the living room with his hands shoved in his pockets.

He turned when you entered the room, a smile taking over his face as he spotted you.

“So, what’s on the agenda for tonight, Miss Y/L/N?” His smile widened as you scoffed, rolling your eyes at the name.

“Please, do not call me that. I’m out of teacher mode for the next three weeks, thank you very much.” He raised his hands in defense at your pointed look, then followed you into the kitchen where you were pulling a thick stack of takeout menus and laying them out before him with a flourish. “Now, pick your poison, Stevie, there are plenty of options.”

He ended up choosing a pizza place just a couple blocks away, and you put on a movie while you waited for it to get there. Though you started out on opposite ends of the couch, both unsure of the etiquette for a date like this, the space diminished as you continued talking, and the movie became background noise.

You ended up facing him on the couch, one leg tucked under you, while you talked animatedly with your hands. You didn’t realize just how close you had gotten until one gesture nearly hit him in the face. He grabbed your hand midair, just in time, and brought it down to rest in his lap. Your eyes followed it down, then back up to his face that was just inches from your own. Your breath caught in your throat, as his own gently breezed over you. His eyes flitted down to your lips, then back up. He was about to close the distance when the doorbell rang, and you practically jumped back 10 feet before you scrambled for the door.

When you came back carrying two boxes, he had settled back to his end of the couch, as if nothing had ever happened.

The two of you ate in silence, not awkward, but there was something unspoken in the air. It wasn’t until the boxes were empty and the credits were rolling that he spoke again.

“Hey,” you were a bit shocked by his sudden words after such a long stretch of silence, and he placed a hand over yours, again. “I’m a little rusty in the dating game, but I like you a lot.”

With every ounce of courage in your body, you pressed your forehead against his. “I really like you, too, Steve.” Then you closed the distance between you, lips meeting his, like a million fireworks exploding.

There were no interruptions this time, just you and Steve and all the time in the world. And it seemed that thought registered with him as he took a hold of your hips and moved you to sit in his lap.

The two of you could have been there for minutes or hours, you were totally lost in each other, and it wasn’t until Steve’s phone rang for the third time that you finally pulled away.

“You should answer that,” you whispered against his lips before climbing off of him and taking the empty pizza boxes to the kitchen to give him some privacy. When you returned, he had his jacket on, and a look of guilt across his face.

“I’m so sorry, Sharon just called, Sarah had an allergic reaction and they’re at the ER.” It was incredibly endearing, the fact that he was so worried about you even when he was also worried about his daughter. You placed a soft kiss to his lips and gently shoved him towards the door.

“It’s okay, you have nothing to apologize for. Just let me know that she’s okay, yeah?” He nodded frantically, kissing you once more before he practically sprinted to his car. You watched as he pulled down the street, waving at you one last time before disappearing around the corner.

You were settled in bed a couple hours later, reading a book to unwind, when you got a FaceTime call from Steve. Adjusting your glasses on your face, you answered to see him and Sarah settled into a hospital bed, her seemingly fine as she waved brightly at you through the screen.

“I’m sorry if we woke you up, I told Sarah I needed to text you and she insisted on showing you herself that she was alive and well.” You threw your head back laughing when you heard her little voice shout I lived!

“Well I’m so glad to hear that, Sarah. I don’t know what I would do without my best friend.” She yelled in joy, obviously ecstatic that you called her your best friend, then proceeded to tell you in great detail everything that had occurred that night.

“And yeah, the doctor said I’m allergic to the shells of fish now.”

“Shellfish, Sarah. The doctor said you’re allergic to shellfish.” She waved him off, obviously not concerned with the correction, and was about to continue when a yawn took over her.

Steve finally took the phone from her hand, saying “it’s time for bed now, sugar” before she settled down, her head snuggled tightly to his chest. Your heart melted at the sight, and you almost missed what he was saying to you.

“I’m still sorry about tonight. I’d like to take you out again, maybe to go see the lights. Next week, though, after you’ve recovered enough to return to the land of the living.” The smile that split across your face was almost painful. You scoffed, though you appreciate his understanding of your need to stay away from as many people as possible for a bit, and told him you would love to. He adorably blew a kiss to the camera before hanging up, and you held your phone to your chest long after the call had ended.

You fell asleep that night dreaming about the next time you would get to see him, get to feel those hands on you, get to hold his face in your hands.

You had it bad.

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[j-art-2d2]

Okay so I saw that you wanted Jinx requests so hear me out-

Jinx and Vi with a stoner s/o?? So sorry if this goes against your rules. I tried to look for your rules but I couldn’t find em <3 you don’t have to add vi If you don’t want to

such a good idea i am hearing u out to the fullest extent !! and thanks for being so respectful! i just created my masterlist so at the time of you sending this i hadn’t had a rules list yet

bold of you to assume vi isn’t my second love

as a pothead i am eating this idea up!!

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Jinx w/ Stoner S/O

🍃everyone already assumes she smokes because of her tattoos

🍃definitely has the coolest set up. im talking personalized bongs and bowls. glow in the dark rolling trays. ashtrays she doodled on shoutout to silcos ashtray

🍃speaking of silco, she smokes in the house despite him not liking it. it’s like typical annoying dad behavior. he’s not actually mad about it because he knows how it helps her but he’ll still be uptight about it.

🍃gets “caught” smoking in her room all the time and “lies” about it to be funny because she knows she’s not actually in trouble. it’ll be like, silco : were you smoking in her !?! jinx : *grinning, eyes squinty* nope the room : YES!!!!

🍃jinx honestly has more than enough reasons to smoke. anxiety, trauma, ptsd, to calm the voices and herself, to clear her mind, etc.. it’s mental illness love

🍃used to smoke by herself in her room in the dark :( but once u came along she started smoking more with you and having fun with it

🍃only other person she smokes with is ekko. always invites you. doesn’t wanna go anymore if you’re not but goes anyway. texts/calls you the whole time she’s there

🍃one of her fav things to do now with you is have a smoke sesh. you, her, blankets, squishmallows. mini fridge for food and drinks and a snack shelf. made a whole playlist just for when you guys are smoking. always insists on watching hangover

🍃wakes you up with breakfast and a joint she rolled with a heart filter in it. whenever she rolls for you she always makes the filter into a heart. always.

🍃whenever you guys are out you can count on her to have her pen and oil with her but always comes prepared w at least one joint heart filter of course!

🍃prefers joints over blunts. bongs over bowls. avid bong water spiller tho weed over oils. only smokes dabs when things are really bad and she NEEDS it. uses blue cotton candy flavored papers for funsies sometimes

🍃def always has weed under nails bc like.. they’re long lol but she also uses her nails to pack down and ash out bowls so she has ash under them too hate to admit it our girl is nasty but its ok i am too 🤪

🍃definitely the type to laugh while you’re coughing and tearing up because of a bong hit but will get you water without you asking. always gets her own bev but doesn’t even drink it the whole sesh because she’s too busy talking

🍃always says “holy shit girl queen pussy boss” after you take a really big bong hit

🍃has to blow her bang out of her face before she lights a joint. always lights her bang on fire when taking a bong hit

🍃listens to rock music when she rolls. says it gets her in the zone and helps her focus. shaky hands

🍃you have to keep telling her to smoke whenever she tells a story because she will just keep talking and forget she even has the joint in her hand or that its her turn to hit the bowl/bong

🍃always wants candy when she gets the munchies

🍃will sneak into your room and leave mini jars of weed for you to find later. or if you’re otp w her and start complaining about not having weed she’ll say “look in [random object]”. you look and boom mini jar with weed. its always fresh too you dont know how she does it

🍃started smoking with herbs because she had a conversation with you about the benefits. giving very “this shit is a girl blunt,i only smoke girl blunts”

🍃always gets free weed because she’s pretty but also drug dealers are scared of her :)

🍃you and her like to play smoking games. who can hold their hit for the longest? who can do the best smoke tricks? who can roll the fastest?

🍃gets extra touchy and needy with you when you guys smoke. needs all the cuddles and kisses in the world.

🍃said “i know a spot” and took you to the old arcade

Vi w/ Stoner S/O

🍃first things first. prefers blunts over joints. will always smoke a blunt. bongs intimidate her. you had to literally beg her to hit yours. always gets bong water in her mouth.

🍃has a surplus of backwood rolling trays and grinders. always wears her backwood hoodie to the cyph. giving very frat boy

🍃will always roll for you without you having you ask. she loves when you watch her roll and then compliment how it’s hitting afterwards. flexes every time someone says she rolls good. embarrassing.

🍃used to always just smoke with ekko but started feeling left out because ekko kept inviting jinx so she started bringing you. now the four of you alwayssss smoke together

🍃can smoke in her apartment but her roommate caitlyn is so annoying about it so she has to put a towel under the door and light a candle/incense

🍃is always saying “i need a new candle” “i need more incense”

🍃always gets ash on her hand/arm wraps/bandages. keeps accidentally lighting it on fire while lighting a blunt

🍃gets the munchies and eats all her snacks but doesn’t remember she did the next day and asks you what happened to her snacks

🍃always has weed stuck in her hair and under her nails. actually let’s you run your fingers through her hair if you just touched some sticky weed and can’t get all of it out of your fingers. you don’t know why but it always works

🍃loves to provide you with weed. will randomly just put a few nugs in your hand when she drops you off at home as a show of love

🍃same as jinx. mini fridge for drinks and food. hides snacks in a bin under her bed. prefers to cook for you though.

🍃picked up smoking in jail and it just stuck ever since. mainly for fun/enjoyment. vi just likes being high lol does help with any anxiety, depression, trauma, ptsd, etc.. she may have

🍃plays sad boy trap music when she rolls. says it’s a vibe but you know it just makes her feel cool

🍃looks at you in horror when you take a huge hit. rubs your back when you cough and opens your water for you. jokes when she knows you’re okay.

🍃always gets free weed because she’s THE BRO to all the drug dealers. they let her buy on credit and don’t even ask her to pay it back.

🍃loves to get cuddled up with you to smoke. pulls out all of her blankets and pillows. bought a projector just to watch action and bad scary movies with you when you guys smoke

🍃likes to “share” her hits with you by blowing them into your mouth while you kiss

🍃actually enjoys having a pen and oil. gets matching ones for you and her but still will give you hers to hit.

🍃has been begging jinx to teach her how to make a heart filter

🍃doesn’t understand what you mean by “girlblunt” but bought herbs for when you come over to smoke anyways. even put them in cute little jars for you shoutout to jinx for the jars

🍃kisses the blunt before asking you to light it. that’s how it goes. she rolls. you light.

🍃always passes the blunt/joint to you first during the sesh respectfully 🙏

🍃said “i know a spot” and took you to the world ekko made

[wakaoujisenhime]

Hi Hi could I request Kuroko, Kagamai, Akashi, Midorima and Murasakibara reaction to their s/o who's into photography and loves to take photos of them because they think their the most beautiful muse. They say things like "the light is hitting you perfectly please don't move until I take this picture." something like that lol

A/N: anon…this, THIS is a masterpiece of an idea and I love you for it (๑♡⌓♡๑) please enjoy! ♥️

Tags: the boys [KKMMA] x reader ✅ SFW ✅ fluff ✅

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Kuroko:

ok so the first time you took a picture of him was during lunch break

since he usually likes to spend his free time in the classroom while eating his homemade bento, the moment you became a couple you’d always join him

one day you were a bit late because one of the teachers had held you up, so you quickly texted him an apology for your delay and told him you’d be there soon so he can start eating without you

when you finally arrived, you immediately proceeded to apologize but promptly shut your mouth as you saw the scenery before you

Kuroko was reading one of his many novels, his elbows propped on the very edges of his desk, bento box and chopsticks untouched before him, blue eyes fixated on the text before him

everything about this was perfect as is, but what really gripped you and made you unconsciously reach for your camera, that you always had dangling from your neck, was the way the morning sun hit his face casting an ever so small shadow that only further accentuated his beautiful and calm facial features

as if in trance you gently push the small button on top of your camera and the shutter goes off

surprised by the sudden sound he turned his head in your direction and wanted to greet you but you cut him off even before he uttered a single syllable: “Tetsu, don’t move! The way the sun hits the back of your head right now is perfect…I just need to take a picture so bear with me for a moment.”

the way you had your left arm outstretched to stop any of his movements while your eyes were hidden behind the small rectangular object didn’t stop your boyfriend’s light blush to spread across his cheeks

he wasn’t used to being the only one in a photo so that alone made him a little nervous and embarrassed, but your silent comments and compliments on how his hair looked even more remarkable under the sunlight or how his facial features managed to perfectly cast shadows on his face that made him look more mature made his heart race faster than any game

luckily for your lover, this situation showed him another side of you that he rarely got to see, and who was he to interrupt your adorable mumbling just because of his embarrassment?

.

since then you used any and every opportunity to take his photo, whether it was in Maji Burger as he drank his usual smoothie or when he waited for you in front of a fountain in the park where you scheduled your date

when he finally asked you about it you proudly announced: “I’m sorry, but I can’t help the fact that my lover is such an amazing model for basically any type of photo! I always thought that you were hiding your beauty beneath those bangs and turns out I was absolutely right!”

you continued showering him with compliments until he couldn’t take it anymore and shut you up with a gentle kiss

“If it weren’t for your keen eye, I could’ve continued hiding myself and avoid the other’s gazes”

“Do you hate being the center of attention that much?” you whispered out, your eyes directly peering into his own big ones

with a smile he gently caresses your cheek and answers: “Your attention is all I need.”

Kagami:

Kagami was aware of your fascination for photography, I mean how could he not be when every time the two of you were out together for different reasons, you’d always take your camera with you and snap a photo or two

what he wasn’t aware of though, was what or better said who the subject of your images was

every time you reached for your camera the lens was always aimed in his direction and it never bothered him, because he figured that you were taking a photo of the scenery behind him so he never bothered to pose, smile, or anything of that sort

one day though it made him wonder whether his presence might disturb whatever images you’d taken so the next time you aimed your camera he turned his head, looking directly into the object’s circular lens, and just as he was about to say something the familiar sound of the shutter shut him up

“Perfect…that might be the best one yet” you silently praised and smiled to yourself

W-Wait a second…

“(Y/N)?”

“Hm?”

“What did you just photograph?”

you looked at him with slightly wide eyes, confusion spreading across your face as you answered: “Why of you of course”

and that’s when it clicked

all this time you’d taken pictures of what he thought to be the nature and scenery but in actuality, it was him you’d focused on

“W-Wait! You mean to t-tell me that I wasn’t in the way of your photos a-and that you actually photographed–“

before he could finish his sentence he realized something else that made him blush even harder

Perfect…Absolutely breathtaking…I’m so glad that I took my camera with me…The lighting and wind make you even prettier…What tranquility and gentleness, I’m in love…You’re so beautiful

all these comments that he’d brushed off, thinking that they were some kind of weird quirk of yours that resembled his captain’s whenever he talked about his samurai series, now made perfect sense

when the reality of the situation hit him he couldn’t help but bury his face in his hands and grunt at his stupidness, meanwhile, you tried to wrap your head around what Kagami had been believing up until today

looking at him being that frustrated with himself made you chuckle, but it also made you feel bad since you never directly told him so you decided that now might be the best time

with a gentle smile, you once again raised the camera to your face, waited until his figure became the focus and blurred the background, and gently pressed down the shutter

the sound made the young man beside you flinch and ever so hesitantly glance up to you with a dreading expression on his face

after pushing some of the buttons you cozy up to your boyfriend until your shoulders touched and showed him the image you had just taken with a proud smile

“I’m sorry for not telling you about it, but if I shared the fact that you’re my muse with you, you probably would’ve never allowed me to take any” you reasoned as you looked into his eyes and observed the way his cheeks reddened the moment you called him your muse

“I’m your muse…?”

you nodded and showed him a few other photos that all showed him do average everyday things such as eating something, chatting on his phone, warming up, etc. and even though they weren’t that special, the way you managed to capture him, his expression, and even some of the background made them all look professional

“Taiga, you’re such a nice guy that you would’ve probably offered to be my model if I had asked you to, but I wanted to capture that raw beauty of yours, the one that you display on every basketball match and that was the only way to do it…or at least that’s what I thought”

you paused before returning to the most recent image

“Having you being aware might be better after all…just look here at the way your eyes sparkle and your posture, both tense and relaxed at the same time gives off the impression of confidence and a tinge of uncertainty, both summing up your profound character that I love so much”

listening to your explanation made his heart beat harder against his chest and to stop you from fawning even more he covered your camera with his big hand and murmured: ”I-It’s fine already…I get it”

after seeing yet another unexpected expression on your boyfriend’s face you tried to get another shot of him, but this time he tried his best to avoid you and the two of you ended up chasing each other around the park, attracting the attention of many fellow visitors, but to you, it was as if only Kagami and you existed

Midorima:

one afternoon during the end of basketball practice, you had joined your green-haired boyfriend with his supplementary exercises, observing him and the perfect way he shoots one three-pointer after the other

you’d asked him long ago whether it was alright with him to take his photo and despite the many protests he’d agreed under the condition that it happened during basketball practice

unfortunately, the way he played didn’t manage to ignite the spark you needed to snap that one photo you’ve always been hoping for, neither his skills nor his playstyle were to blame for that, there was just something missing that you couldn’t name

the way you sighed caught Midorima’s attention and made him stop mid-throw so that he could take a glance in your direction and when he saw the disappointed face you made it made his heart ache

“Is something the matter (Y/N)?” he suddenly asked as he sat beside you, towel in one hand and his drinking bottle in the other

you shook your head and tried to play it off, blaming your bad mood on one of your earlier classes and the complaisant boyfriend he was he let it go (also partially because he was afraid that if he prodded further you’d get mad)

out of the corner of your eyes, you could see how he took off his glasses and started cleaning them

and that’s when your heart throbbed

the way his long fingers carefully handled the fragile black frames, the skillful and cautious way he removed any speck of dust from the glass, mixed with the way some of his green hair’s strands stuck to his slightly sweaty forehead, and lastly his beautiful long eyelashes were what won you over

before you knew it, you had grabbed your camera and had taken a photo of his profile, the shutter’s sound startling both him and you

“D-Did you just take a ph–”

“Shush! Stay just like that!” you blurted out, your hand on his chest to restrict his movements and keep him in that exact pose he was right now

with a reluctant expression on his face, he avoided looking in your direction, hoping that you wouldn’t notice the light blush spreading across his cheeks, meanwhile you smiled to yourself at his futile attempt and once again snapped another picture…

.

thanks to that one coincidental photo you managed to take back then, you finally knew what you have been missing all this time, namely your boyfriend being himself and not the Midorima Shintaro from Shuutoku who never missed a shot

in order to achieve that “normality” you had to take as many sneaky shots as possible, but they unfortunately never stayed as secretive as you would’ve wanted them to be because he either caught you mid-photo or your own comments betrayed you

Just like that Shin, look more to the side!

Leave your glasses be, you’re even more beautiful without them!

Don’t touch your hair! The way it is right now compliments your face perfectly!

Even if you scowl at me, you still look good!

he’d always run up to you afterward, blushing at the entire situation and no matter how much he ended up protesting, scolding you, or trying to take the camera from you to delete the photos, he never truly was upset about it

the reason Midorima let it all slide was because he enjoyed the way you smiled when you looked at the images you’d taken

the way your eyes practically sparkled mixed with the slight flush of your cheeks made his heart race every single time

“Is something wrong Shin? You’ve been staring at my face for quite a while.”

embarrassed of being caught by you, he squeezed your nose and stuttered: “I-It’s nothing, k-keep looking at y-your photos!”

Murasakibara:

taking Murasakibara’s pictures wasn’t an issue, you simply asked him and he agreed with no resistance whatsoever

you were over the moon at first and even made sure to have your camera with you at all times so that when an opportunity presented itself you’d be ready

from a pedestrian’s point of view, you looked like a cute touristic couple which consisted of the somewhat bored boyfriend, who agreed to have his photos taken for your happiness, and you, who couldn’t hold the excitement of being together with this young man back while happily snapping one pic after the other

their thoughts weren’t that off from the truth, you truly were delighted to be able to practice your hobby, and even having the tall young man as your model made it even better

thanks to the amount of muscles he’d gained from his daily basketball training, his height, his beautifully long and purple hair, his constantly relaxed expression, and his surprisingly gentle facial features, your boyfriend was already photogenic as is so any photo you took was downright breathtaking

and yet, those fulfilling feelings were rather short-lived

as time went by and you shot one photo after the other you came to realize that you hadn’t managed to take a single photo where he genuinely smiled or grinned

getting him to do either was nearly impossible, even for you

all you ever managed to summon was a very loving and gentle smile that resembled that of an angel; it was so pure that you could read all of his emotions from it, but that smile was reserved for your cuddle sessions that always ended up with him almost crushing you with his embrace and his low giggles as the result to your mixed reactions

“(Y/N)-chin, let’s go over there and sit down…I can’t walk anymore”

you giggled and took his hand that he’d extended to you, following him to a bench that was protected by a couple of trees, which cast down a perfect shadow on the wooden surface

the young man plopped down as if he’d ran for hours without a single break and wrapped his big arms around your waist, burying his face in your tummy

his childish behavior made you giggle and you softly caressed his head

“Didn’t you want to eat your snacks?” you asked after a short while, only to receive a silent growl as an answer

“Let me stay like this for a while…please”

his cute way of pleading with you only broadened your smile, which turned it into a grin as soon as an idea popped into your mind

with one hand still on his head, you used the other to aim the camera lens at the young man’s head as you asked your lover to look up at you

it took him a short while to comply because he kinda had the feeling that you wanted to ask for yet another photo, but he ultimately gave in and cast his purple eyes up to you

still smiling you glanced at the small screen on your camera in order to make sure that everything was perfect when you subconsciously blurted out: “Everything about you is charming Atsushi, the way the wind caresses your hair, perfectly accentuating your gentle face’s features…I’m so glad to have you as my muse”

…

…

your eyes went wide as you noticed the change in his expression

his cheeks had taken on an unexpected shade of deep red, one that you’ve never seen on him before; his eyes were a bit glassy and maybe equally as wide as yours, and his mouth was slightly agape

“Wha-! What are you saying (Y/N)-chin?!” he screamed out and once again hid his face before you could manage to snap a picture of this rare expression

“Atsushi, wait don’t hide! Let me take a photo!”

your protests fell on deaf ears and no matter how much you struggled or tried to loosen his grip around your waist, his strength made sure to make all of your attempts futile

“I-If I let you see me like that…I won’t be cool in your eyes anymore a-and I don’t want that” he finally admitted in a low voice

it took you a short while to comprehend what exactly he was trying to say; and when you did you couldn’t hold your laughter in any longer, ruffled his hair, and kissed the top of his head, waiting until he had regained his composure and returned your affectionate gestures

Akashi:

having the famous Emperor as your lover was like a dream, but when it came to keeping things a secret you were at a clear disadvantage because this man read you like an open book

no matter how hard you tried to act innocent or clueless, he’d always be able to add two and two together and expose whatever you were hiding within a matter of minutes

same goes for your fondness of photography and the fact that you had your eyes set on him as your muse

one day when you visited his home the two of you were in the living room and he was playing a round of shogi against himself while you sorted your camera’s gallery

when you took a glance at the young man your heart throbbed

the soft light of the sun that managed to come forth between the many clouds of that day shone right at him; in order to block the light from disturbing his vision, he’d leaned his chin on his hand and let his fingers extend to the corner of his mesmerizing eyes; a soft smile adorned his lips as his left hand stretched out to move one of the many wooden pieces before him

you couldn’t help it and immediately proceeded to take a picture, successfully catching him off guard

“Did you take a picture of me?” he asked without shifting his line of sight from the board, a hint of amusement in his voice

“Mhm, I did…sorry” you apologized before sighing to yourself, “it’s just that you looked really beautiful and I thought it’d be a shame if I didn’t use the opportunity.”

being called beautiful was something he wasn’t used to, so as he heard that word pass your lips, he froze up and finally tore his attention away from the game, and now gazed at you with a warm smile

“You can take more if you’d like.”

“R-Really?”

and with that, he became your conspirator in your mission to take as many photos of him as your camera’s storage could handle

.

“Just like that Sei…look more to the lef- yes, perfect!”

you spat one command after the other as the young man before you held onto the reins of his gorgeous white horse and let his hand gently run along the animal’s head

after snapping a few more photos you looked at them in silence, an unusual scene for your boyfriend

“Is something the matter (Y/N)? Aren’t you satisfied with these?”

your head shot up and you violently shook your head, explaining that it was nothing and you were just lost in thought; even though he quickly realized that you weren’t telling the truth, he chose to keep silent until you were ready to tell him what truly bothered you

unexpectedly, your silence lasted longer than he’d hoped for and no matter how unique he tried to organize these little photo sessions you did, your mood never seemed to improve which frustrated him

when he saw you sitting on the couch all sad and unmotivated while you scrolled through your camera roll, he immediately turned around and went back outside to his garden to mull over ways in which he could help you out

so to distract himself, he picked up his basketball, started dribbling, and began perfecting his shooting

the sound of the ball hitting the wall caught your attention, causing you to get up and search for its source

when you opened the front door you were greeted by a similar sight as the one back when you’d first taken Akashi’s photo which made you smile

“Sei-chan, that’s what I was looking for” you whispered as you subconsciously took a photo of the exact moment where the young man jumped and gently threw the ball against the wall, simulating a layup shot

still unaware of your presence the young man wiped his sweat with his shirt’s collar and the moment he felt your arms wrap around his body he jumped ever so slightly

before he could ask you anything, let alone say something, you kissed his cheek and whispered: “I knew it…you’re always beautiful, but the moment you shine the brightest is when you’re being yourself”

moved by your words he turned around, returning your embrace and kissing your lips as he then proceeded to hide his blushing face and glassy eyes from you by pressing you closer to himself

[lavender-z-love]

Code Red!

Kim Doyoung X Black.FemReader ♡

Warnings ⚠️: Mentions of Blood, Period Care, mention of Ex's, embarrassment, potential spelling errors, Fluff ♡

Wordcount: 1,200

It was a Saturday Afternoon, and your classes ended early for you. Your stomach was on fucking fire and you; yourself struggling with symptoms.

You wanted to call your boyfriend but... from past experiences they didn't like that, they thought it was dirty, you were looked at like you hadn't taken care of yourself in ages.

Yes, you managed to walk your ass back to your house, 'upset stomach' banging against your insides. It wasn't a far walk but you were tired indeed..Once you made it home your natural instinct was to rip off your pants and shirt then hit the hay.

And that is exactly what you did. In an instant you were sound asleep. An hour or so later your phone rings, you ignore it.. then rings again, you decline..at least 2 more times then knocking at your door.

You grimace in annoyance, why is everything getting on your nerves today? You opened the door and Doyoung was there. You signed glad he was here, someone who can easily ease your annoyance.

The pain was back so you motioned for him to come in and you quickly went to take a seat,"Hey, why didn't you answer my calls?" He asked worried.."I was napping, im sorry.." He closes the door then walks over to you squatting down in front of you.

"It's okay, I understand..ah-" he reached out to brush your hair from your face, in the process he felt your forehead.

"Y/n– You're burning up.."

"Yeah..its hot in here, ain't it?"

"No, Y/n YOU are burning up." You looked up at him, and he felt your cheek with the palm of his hand. Next thing you know you're being lifted up and carried to you room,"Doyoung..Im fine, I swear-" he moved the covers so that he could set you down then tuck you in.

However, he stopped in his tracks,"Oh Pumpkin." Your breathing staggered,"huh..w-what."

"Here sit right here." He sat you at a wooden stool next to your desk. Doyoung rushed out of your room- and you were still puzzled. Then you saw it, there was blood on you sheets..but when?

You weren't bleeding when you used the bathroom before, so why now. Embarrassment has never hurt so bad. You just know your eyes watered and everything was so blurry.

You darted into the bathroom, humiliated, ashamed. Now your boyfriend left, he's not coming back. Is what you thought. There was a quiet knock on the door and a soft voice behind it.

"Sweat Pea, are you in here?" He knew you were in there, he heard you sniffling,"What do you want?" You heard the doorknob twist but it didn't open due to you locking it beforehand.

"Let me in, Please. I want to make sure you're alright Y/n." To check on me? You thought..thats new. "No, please go, I'll change my sheets and you can excuse yourself." He leaning against the door at this point, lulling you from the other end.

"Sweet Pea, I already changed your sheets."

"Really?" You creep towards the door unlocking it, causeing Doyoung to srumble forward, falling into the bathroom.

"..You weren't lieing–". He walked up to you rubbing the arm he fell on,"Of course not..why would I lie."

"Oh no! Im sorry Doyoung!"

"Its okay, Sweet pea." He smiled sweetly at you, before taking your hand and spinning you around. When you realized what he was doing you quickly covered up. "Sweet Pea..It's really not that bad!"

"No! Its embarrassing.."

"Do you want me to help you with the clean up process?"

You stood ashamed,'How could he ask a question like that?' Clean you? "A-Ah.. No! I'll be out in a minute." You got out the shower..Finally spending at least an hour in there. You were sure Doyoung was gone. You changed into pajamas, finally feeling clean.

"Finally..Thank goodness he's gone-"

"Am not, so rude. You want me gone so badly?- Tsk, Tsk-"

He leaned against your door with arms folded. "I..",you tried looking for the right words, and you couldn't.

"I'm sorry Dong- I just..Why are you still here? Aren't you disgusted by me? Don't you think im filthy?"

He game you a look of puzzlement,"Why would I think that?" You hesitate- "My ex's..they didn't like it. So I just thought–"

You heard footsteps get closer to you,"Sweet Pea, Listen to me. I'm not your ex's, I'm a different person Y/n." He was right, he did have a point.

"It's normal, Im not disgusted by bodily functions", He admitted. "Here, Look at me Y/n, I've got you Princess. Let me take care of you. Okay?"

You nodded, and He gave you a kiss on your forehead. "Hmm..You're not burning up anymore, but I think I still would like you to lay down for a bit."

You listened and got comfortable, having Doyoung tuck you in. He grabbed a stool near-by and sat beside you.

"Is there anything I can get for you?"

"Doyoung, you don't have to. I'm fine."

"Are you sure? I can go get a Heating Pad. A trash can for your nausea? Some pain killers?" You giggled which caused him to ask,"Whats funny Pumpkin?"

"Im sorry Doyoung, you're so cute. You don't have to do anything! I promise I feel better."

"Thank you Y/n, but I think you're the cutest!" He places his fingers on your sides and ticked you, having laughter for the most point but then the 'ouch!' Came.. Doyoung panicked a bit pulling his hands back,"Ah..Im sorry Y/n."

You smiled,"Its okay! Hey uh..I thought of something you could do for me."

"Yes?"

He gets up out of his seat and head to the door, ready for what you were going to request of him.

"Could you cuddle me?"

He smiled,"Oh of course my princess." He crawled onto the bed and stopped when he hovered above you. You reached out hold his face, as he leans into your touch.

"You're too sweet to me, I'm sorry I doubted you Doyoung." He leaned down to kiss you,"Hey, don't worry about it. If I were in your shoes I'd be embarrassed too."

You pulled back the covers allowing Doyoung to get underneath. He lies in front of you getting comfortable beside you. He was laying on top of you a bit, placing his head on your chest. "Doyoung.."

"Hm?" Your hands fiddle with his hair, arms wrapped around his upper back and lower back. "Thank you for being good to me."

He held his head up and looked at you. "Sweet Pea, Stop thanking me and focus on feeling better." He chuckled and lay his head back down.

Then followed by a "You're welcome my beauty. You smiled,"You're so pretty Dong."

"Hush you, its nap time."

"Okay, I love you." He rubs your tummy with his warm hands.

"I love you too princess."

Written On February 4th 2022

Quick statement for people who dont know, I used 'Dong' for short of Doyoung's Real name 'Dong-young' so don't be confused ♡ Ty

[shurisneakers]

harmless (vii)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, existential crisis, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, lil bit of angst, clint barton being a lil shit

Word count: 3.4k

A/N: hey shoutout to @ugherik for suggesting a spin on the “A PLATYPUS!??!“ [perry puts his hat on] “PERRY THE PLATYPUS!???” thing. i used it in here, it’s a really small part and probably missable but i tried!! also i like the next chapter better than this one, i just wanted to put this here so it doesn’t seem abrupt <3333

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Bucky can’t stop staring at the mirror.

He wishes it was for narcissistic purposes. He had enough reason for it to be. His age may be a hundred but he had the youthful exuberance of a very drained sixty year old.

But no, it wasn’t because of the steel cut jawline or thousand gigawatt smile.

After last week’s mini-spiral, he does what almost half the videos on TikTok warn him not to do.  

He got a haircut.

Everyone’s reaction stopped him from following it up with an ear piercing, but he can’t confidently say he didn’t at least consider it once. Maybe a neck tattoo. 

He pulls at a lock of hair. It’s not even longer than his finger.

What did he do-

“It’s just a haircut, man,” he says to no one in particular, almost like he’s trying to reassure himself.

He runs his hands through his hair. It takes lesser time than he was used to.

Steve had told him he looked good. But then again, Steve wore a fugly costume 90% of the time, what did he know?

Clint acknowledged it and didn’t outright call him ugly, which he supposed was a compliment. Wanda simply smiled at him.

“FRIDAY?” he reaches out.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?” comes the automated reply.

“How are you?” It took him some getting used to her, given that she was constantly listening to everything, and in general seemed to go against the universal idea of privacy. 

But his therapist told him he needed to form friendships. 

She didn’t mention it had to be human ones.

“As good as ever. Is there anything I can help you with?”

He wants to ask her what she thinks of his hair until he realises fashion advice from a faceless AI is a new low for him. Maybe ‘Do you think I should crawl into a pit and die?’ would be more appropriate. 

“Never mind,” he dismisses instead. “Any messages for today?”

“A reminder to buy a harder bed because you can’t keep sleeping on the floor.” Ah, that was on Sam’s recommendation three months ago, but he wasn’t going to stop any time soon. “And a text from a contact named Nuisance saying to meet them at the attached location in thirty minutes.”

“Where is the location?”

“The local sports centre.”

“Isn’t that closed today?” 

If he had to go out in public looking like this, maybe he could wear a cap and sunglasses and no one would recognise him. Unfortunately, as he was reminded several times before by anyone with an iota of common sense, it was a stupid disguise. 

Beanie it was, then. Bare minimum. 

“It is, yes.” Fewer citizens to worry about.

“Okay.” He hesitates in front of the mirror again, adjusting the hat on his head. “Thank you, FRIDAY.”

“You’re welcome, Sergeant.”

He stares at the little tuft of hair at the front that refused to stay down no matter how much he shoved it back.

“Come on, man,” he exhales in slight despair. “Whatever.”

____

The lock of the door leading to the pool is easy enough to pick. He can see how you got in without a hitch even though it was closed. 

The deck around the pool was absolutely drenched in water. No one was using it, there was no reason for water to splash out unless it was deliberately kept like this.

He catches sight of you easily, being that you’re the only two people there. You were standing at the end of the hall, head ducked as you scrolled through your phone.

The door closes behind him with a soft thud.

You don’t look up from your mobile when you start talking, “What do you think 6 year olds like?”

Because James Barnes, carbon dated to 1917 and therefore certified young person, would definitely know the answer to this question.

“I don’t know. Lego?”

“Just how much money do you think a teacher makes-”

You stopped mid-sentence, finally lifting your head to catch his eye. He stares back at you, steps faltering when you don’t move.

"Who are you?" you squinted.

What

"It's me," Bucky says, tugging off the dumb beanie and using it to gesture vaguely towards himself. Fuck, he shouldn’t have worn it, it was ridiculous anyway-

"You sound like him..." You narrow your eyes. “You don't look like him.”

Great

He rolls his eyes before putting on a mock scowl. Can't have Bucky Barnes without a sense of eternal disgruntlement.

"Oh hey, that is you." You grin. "You got a haircut."

“I did.” He suddenly feels the awkwardness increase. His fingers fidget with the beanie.

“Nice.” You nod in acknowledgement.

He wants to hit himself at the words that just spill out before he could think about it. “You hate it.”

“I never said that,” you snort. “And since when does my opinion matter?”

“It doesn’t.” But now he wants to know what you think since he didn’t trust anyone else to tell him honestly.

“Must cut down on time in the shower, huh?”

It did.

He shrugs. He shoves the beanie into his back pocket.

“Was it a crisis haircut?” How did you kno- “Are you going to get bangs next time?”

“Shut up,” he says lamely, a dull burn in his cheeks. 

“I know a place where you can get hair dye for cheap. Not technically FDA approved, but I think purple streaks are a good place to start-”

“What are we doing here?” he interrupts, sighing.

“Skinny dipping. Take off your shirt, Barnes.” 

“Funny,” he says dryly, eyeing your shoes when you straighten up.

Ice skates.

“Fine, pants then.” You don’t make any effort to move from your end so he does, walking closer to you. 

“What are those for?” He doesn’t hide the annoyance from his voice when he points at your feet.

“Oh, these?” You look down at them. “Yeah, I’m going to freeze the pool.”

That seems... mild compared to the shit show you wanted to do last time.

“For?” He halts where he is. 

“’M gonna take my friends ice skating.”

“Is that all?” He wants to make a comment about the fact that you have friends but bites it back.

“Today is just a trial run. Tomorrow I’m gonna go freeze the East River.” There it is.

“The East River is not your personal ice skating rink.”

“Not yet it isn’t.” You lift up a middle finger.

It was too early for you to flip him off, even by your standards.

He raises an eyebrow.

Your face scrunches in confusion. You follow his gaze to your finger. “Oh yeah, no, that’s a freeze ring.”

Only then he notices a ring around the finger. From where he was standing he could make out the blue stone that adorned it.

“Joy.” He rolls up the sleeves of his black bomber jacket. “Let’s get this done with, then.”

“No no, wait.” You hold up your hand and he complies, having nothing to lose anyway. You pull out your phone and press a few buttons before shoving it back into your bag and tossing it aside.

The soft sounds of a piano start playing from a boombox near the corner of the room. A child starts singing following a series of knocks.

His eyebrows furrow. “What the fuck is this?”

“The Frozen soundtrack.” You beam at him. “I thought it was fitting.”

He doesn’t know what that is and at this point, he’s too afraid to ask. He can vaguely make out the lyrics being about a snowman but he isn’t too concerned.

He takes one step forward. You immediately point your fist at the ground in front of him, forcing him to jump back when a blast hits right in front of his shoes. Suddenly he gets why the floor is covered in water.

It sounds like a series of cracks as the water starts freezing over, a layer of ice now separating him and you.  

"You ready?” The mischief was woven in your voice as the blasts continued throughout the deck, effectively turning the entire floor into ice.

Bucky takes a step tentatively forward. Not bad. He takes another. Okay.

The third one is when shit starts to hit the fan. His hands shoot out to hold onto his balance when his footing slips from beneath him.

His Nike sneakers aren’t used to snow. They’re used to well manicured lawns and pavement trips to Starbucks and marble floors of the compound. Not swimming pool decks covered in ice.

He can hear you singing in the distance and every time he looks up you’re a little further away, making sure every inch of space is frozen.

It takes him a while to get over the initial fear of breaking his skull and just move forward swiftly with short steps. A goddamn penguin is what he looked like.

“There you go, you’re getting it,” you chirp as you whiz past him. He reaches out to grab at you, only to miss by an inch. He staggers, arms flapping wildly to regain his stability.

He hears crackling beside him. He gets a second or two to watch ice crystals spread through the water before turning it completely solid. You step onto the now frozen pool, testing your weight with one leg before cautiously getting on.

A triumphant smile emerges on your face. “Awesome.”

He manages to press himself against the wall as a form of support. 

There is no point to this whole thing. He knows this. It’s been well over 6 weeks and there is genuinely no point to this.

He realises it again when he moves from side to side, body erupting into a waddle. 

Why is he doing this. He doesn’t get paid extra. He doesn’t get any kind of compensation. All he gets is more wisecracking geniuses, embarrassment and the mortifying ordeal of getting caught imitating a penguin.

The song changes to a woman singing about doing something for the first time, forcing him to pay attention to it. He hears something about ball room and balls and tunes right back out.

Bucky manages to find his way to the actual pool since that’s where you’re twirling around, opting to land on his mental arm in case things go wrong. He takes a sliding step forward, followed by another. Maybe he can do this. 

“If a 200 pound super soldier can stand on this, I suppose it’s strong enough,” you muse, watching him slip and slide as he tries to invent makeshift ice skating.

Unfortunately, his method doesn’t have any brakes, so while he’s too busy trying to move forward, there’s no way to actually stop. He finds this out very soon when he almost launches himself off the edge of the pool.

Something yanks him backwards and back onto the ice.  

“Honestly, this is utterly useless since you can’t really do anything but it’s the most fun I’ve had all week,” you admit when he goes sliding towards the middle, arms flailing.

“You had to pick fuckin’ ice of all things.” He thinks that maybe he’s getting a hang of this. He can definitely move faster than what he was doing like, 10 minutes ago. It’s not like you were going anywhere, anyway. 

“I like to keep things spicy.”

He stays where he is to glare at you. You mouth the words to the song, watching his every move whenever it interested you. 

Okay, change of plan; a temporary distraction till he figures out how to actually get the ring from you. He settles on skating towards the edge of the rink slowly, taking a step off, slipping almost immediately when his foot comes in contact with the deck. 

“Where are you going?” you yell over the music initially but immediately break into song when it ends in a crescendo.

He takes a knee, lifting his metal arm up before driving it into the ground. It shatters magnificently, leaving small shards of ice at his disposal. 

He picks up one of them, waiting for you to complete your dumb twirl. He takes aim, and-

“Ouch, what the fuck?” You stop your off key singing to rub your shoulder where the ice hit you.

He wordlessly picks up another piece to throw at you, hitting you squarely in the leg.

“Stop that!”

He may not be able to move as fast but he can definitely throw. 

“Give me the ring,” he commands, stretching his arm behind his back before releasing another piece to hit your forearm. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” There’s nowhere you can skate to avoid his stupidly good marksmanship. 

“You gotta do what you gotta do.” He shrugs, breaking another patch of ice to replenish his ammo. “Hand over the ring.”

“Over my dead body,” you shriek when a particularly big piece lands next to your feet. You knew he missed that shot on purpose.

“I feel like I’m finally acting my age,” he says casually, finding your darting about in order to avoid him more fun than he initially thought. “Can’t throw pebbles at meddling kids so this is the next best option. Thanks.” 

“If you acted your age you’d be in a casket, Barnes,” you hissed, finding that skating in zig zags helped your cause, but not by much. “I’d be- you bitch- I’d be more than happy to help you get there.”

You raise your arm, ready to send another blast to freeze the water that was starting to melt around him, hopefully, keep him where he was if it froze around him. 

He flinches. You notice immediately, hand dropping slightly when you realise what it looked like.

“I’m not gonna freeze you,” you say, softer than you intended. From what you knew, he had enough and more experience with that and you weren’t going to contribute to it. 

He swallows thickly, giving himself a little shake of his head as if to jolt him out of his train of thought. 

Another piece of ice hits you in the leg. You let out a string of curses at him.

“The more ice you make, the more I have to throw at you, Y/N.” He waits for you to regain your balance when you nearly take a stumble. 

“Shut up, you’re so immature.”

“Remind me whose plan this was again?” No point waiting for you to regain your balance when you fall over only a few seconds later. 

He gathers a few shards in his beanie, tucking it into his belt like a little makeshift rucksack just in case before venturing out on the main rink again. 

It’s more difficult for you to stand without railings to guide you, giving him enough and more time to make his way towards you, staggering and skidding. 

Both of you looked ridiculous. 

“Stay away, fiend.” 

“Ring first.” He holds his hand out in front of you. He even considered pulling you up if you just made things easier.

Next thing he knows he’s on his ass on the ice beside you. 

“I hate you,” he groans, watching as you inch away from him on your knees.

He doesn’t really have any other options so he shoves aside the humiliation and gets on his knees, using his arms to drag him along the ice.

“For the love of Christ, none of us are winning here. Just give me the ring.”

The bitch from the soundtrack sings about letting it go but he won’t. 

“Never,” you shout, sliding away from him as fast as possible. 

You make use of the fact that the top layer of ice is starting to melt, using the ring to freeze it again. His knees and fingers get stuck as the water freezes over but he has super strength. It barely takes him a second to free himself. 

“Great,” he huffs, just settling down on the ice, ignoring the sting of cold that was spreading through his limbs. Running after you wasn’t going to work; he needed a way to get the ring. 

“You won last time, I’m not letting you win again.”

“Are we seriously keeping score?” He watches as you scramble towards the edge.

“No one likes a loser, Bucky.” You use the pool stair railings to pull yourself up.

“Explain why you have friends then.” He can’t help himself this time. 

“Hardy har har.” You roll your eyes. 

He doesn’t make an effort to move. Instead, when you take a step back into the rink, he raises his arm and pummels it into the ice, just to annoy you. 

The ground damn near shakes, pushing you dangerously towards losing your balance again. 

“Are you crazy?” Your arm shoots out in front of you to keep you from falling headfirst. 

“No.” He does it again. This time there’s a crack in the ice. “I’m just very tired.”

“If the ice breaks we’re both gonna be underwater, you moron!”

“Fine by me.” He shrugs. “Freeze it again. I’ll just find different ways to ruin it for you.”

You glare at him. He raises his arm above his head again.

“Fine! Fine, stop.” You eye him as he lowers his arm. 

He reaches for his stash of ice pieces from earlier, throwing one at your shoulder again.

“Boy, I swear if you don’t stop doing that-” you duck when another one comes at you. You had no idea he could be this annoying. 

It suddenly hits him, like a lightbulb going off in his brain. He wipes his hands off on his jacket, getting on all fours before slowly managing to pick himself up again. 

He looks at you, tilting his head slightly like he was studying you.

“What?” you ask suspiciously, eyeing as he starts inching closer towards you. “What are you thinking?”

It’s like watching a newborn deer stumble its way through the world, albeit more gracefully, until he starts picking up speed. The motherfucker was going to mow you down.

The skates are useful but not so much when an extremely determined bumbling oaf is barrelling towards you, his speed beginning to match yours even without equipment. 

You don’t know why you’re running, you don’t know why he’s chasing after you but when you see the end of the pool you take a sharp left only to have him knock right into you, sending you both sprawling.

You land half on top of him, breaking your fall but it doesn’t stop the very loud groan that escapes your mouth. He’s already in the process of sitting up straight, giving you less time to analyse what just happened.

“What the fuck was that for?” you speak through gritted teeth. “Fuckin’ acting like the both of us have free healthcare.”

“You refused to give up.”

“So your plan was to tackle me like a quarterback?” You threw your hands up.  

“One part of it.” He drags himself to the edge, away from you. 

“There's more to your monkey brained plan?” He doesn’t look at you. The ice around the pool has more or less melted, letting him gain proper footing on the floor before he stands up. 

“Oh, yeah.” He turns to you. “The other’s a trick I stole from Stark.”

Bucky holds up the ring. Your jaw slightly drops, eyes searching your finger for the now missing piece of tech. 

“Suppose that’s two points for me?” 

You’re impressed. You also want to stab him. So you do the next best thing.

“When I imagined you holding a ring in front of me, the circumstances were very different,” you comment.

“Bye, Y/N.” He spins on his heel, not even giving you a second’s worth of reaction. You found it amusing.

He heads towards the door, clothes all wet. He empties out melted ice water from his beanie before stuffing it into his pocket. Just when he’s about to leave, you remember something. 

Do you mean it genuinely or just because it has an effect on him? 

“Just for the record, Barnes, about your hair-” you call out, earning his attention from over his shoulder. “I think you look really good either way.”

The world may never know. 

You swear you can see the corners of his lips quirk upwards before he turns around again. 

He slips on a block of ice, cursing and clenching on to the door to keep him upright, quickly yanking it open and leaving before he has a chance to embarrass himself further.

Smooth.

Next part

[ptergwen]

I think your requests are open (I didn’t see anything that said otherwise but I suck at this app lol) but I was wondering if you could write a peter x reader (likely college-age) where they have an academic rivalry and just tease each other a lot and lots of fluff and shit? It can be an established relationship or like a friends/rivals to lovers or really whatever you want. Sorry if this is super specific! Anyways, I love your writing, it always cheers me up :)

friends close, enemies closer

ik this is cherry BUT i had to

w/c: 1.6k

warnings: swearing and hints of suggestiveness

a/n: thank you my love ! i’m actually obsessed with this concept so i’m super super happy with how it came out n i hope you are too :,)

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you wipe sweat from your upper lip, peeking at peter’s laptop screen. he’s more than halfway through the paper your english professor tasked your class to write. he looks to have not a worry in the world as he continues to type away. growling at this, you dive right back into work.

you’ve been at each other’s throats since the beginning of classes when you both wanted the same spot. first row, middle seat. peter had officially claimed it in the end. you’d flopped down next to him and his irritating smirk.

the dude is smart, you’ll give him that. his knowledge of literature is almost as impressive as yours. almost. he raises his hand any chance he gets, effectively stealing your thunder if you dare to participate.

peter is also a bit of a people pleaser. he’ll chat up your professor at office hours, fascinate her with his hot takes on things or stupid anecdotes. you often get so annoyed that you bail before you even attempt to woo her yourself. the sight of you storming off is something peter thoroughly enjoys.

bottom line is, golden boy peter parker never loses. underneath the sweet, innocent persona he hides behind is a ruthless fighter. you’re determined to end his winning streak, thus sparking your ongoing competition to be better than the other in every way possible.

this time, your goal is to meet your ten page paper requirements the fastest. they aren’t due for weeks, but you and peter are banging them out in one sitting.

you’re hauled up in the campus library, sat side by side despite your wishes for peter to get his own table. he’d insisted on sharing with you. why, you haven’t a clue. you can’t stand him, and he isn’t the fondest of you either.

that’s what you tell yourselves, at least.

“progress report?” peter requests from you. “page three. you?” you grunt back. he props his feet up on the table, arms flexed behind his head. “finishing up page seven. you already knew that, though... creeper.”

god, you can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.

you glance over at peter, doing your best to ignore how his biceps bulge under his hoodie. nerdy little parker is ripped.

“worry about yours, i’ll worry about mine. thanks.” you reread the sentence you wrote prior to peter’s chiseled body distracting you. “oh, the irony,” he sighs and nudges the edge of your laptop with his sneaker. scowling, you shift the screen away from him.

about a minute of silence goes by until it’s unfortunately filled by peter. he stretches his arms out, finally removing his dirty shoes from the table.

“i’m gonna take five. maybe, you could use it as an opportunity to catch up to me,” peter cockily suggests. “spare me your charity, peter. i’m doing just fine without it,” you retort, letting out a scoff. peter raises his hands in defense. “if you say so, princess.”

here you were, naively thinking peter couldn’t become any more insufferable than he already is.

you slam your laptop shut and jab a finger at his chest. “jesus christ, how many times do i have to ask you not to call me that?” a patronizing pout adorns peter’s lips. “aw, i love it when you get all bossy on me. so cute.”

he grabs your hand still on his chest, pressing a light kiss to the back of it. you’re quick to wipe it off on his hoodie. nevertheless, there’s an undeniable heat rushing to your cheeks.

“well, i hate it when you call me princess,” you deadpan. peter tilts his head to the side. “do you?”

of course not. deep down, you live for the fuzzy feeling you get whenever the nickname slips from his tongue. oh, his tongue and the things it can do. poking out as he focuses hard on a question, running across his pink lips…

you have to reel it in. this is peter parker you’re fantasizing about, your mortal enemy.

“yes. i hate it, and i hate you,” you unsuccessfully convince the both of you. “no, you don’t,” peter rasps, darkened eyes scanning over your features. his stare is intense and intimidating. he grasps your chin between his thumb and index finger, slowly leaning in closer.

he’s not going to stop until you make him. you don’t want to, but you will.

you shove his shoulder, dragging your laptop towards you again. “on second thought, i could use that catch up. you’re not gonna throw me off my game, parker.”

your rejection seems to disappoint peter. his expression matches that of a kicked puppy, brows furrowed and arms crossed over his chest.

“we’ll see,” he murmurs and swings a leg over his chair. “alright, i’m gonna run to the caf. you want anything?”

he’s offering to buy you food now? what’s his angle here?

“i’d say yes, but i’m afraid you’ll poison it somehow,” you half joke. peter hops to his feet. “don’t give me any ideas,” he warns, snatching his backpack off the floor. “i’ll just surprise you.”

although you’re curious what his mystery snack choice for you would be, you can’t accept. you’d be going against your entire dynamic.

would that be so terrible?

absolutely.

you wave him off towards the double doors. “i’m good, peter. really. i’m not that hungry, anyway.” shaking his head, peter throws a backpack strap onto one shoulder. “y/n, your stomach’s been grumbling for the last hour. you gotta eat.”

he’s not wrong. you’re starving, but you’ve been too preoccupied by your essay to break for dinner.

“fine, surprise me,” you concede. peter flashes you a smile, this one void of its usual condescendence. “i’ll be back. try not to miss me too much,” he calls as he walks backwards to the library doors. “i won’t. shoo already,” you dismiss him, a laugh falling from your lips.

peter winks at you, then disappears into the night. you’re left with a serious case of butterflies and a certain freckle faced know-it-all on your mind.

that’s a problem.

you’ve managed to get another page done when peter reappears. he sits back down and slides a bag across the table, you closing your laptop. you dig into it to figure out what he picked for you. you’re not too pleased with his selection, however.

“oh, yummy. vomit in a cup,” you announce as you hold a green smoothie in your hand. peter reaches over and pats your thigh. “it’s good for you. drink up, princess.” you slap him away. “hard pass. i’d rather you have gotten me nothing.”

narrowing his eyes, peter pulls two cookies wrapped in a napkin from his pocket. “i’m guessing you don’t want these either? more for me, then.”

they’re chocolate chip and m&m, your favorite in the cafeteria. they just came out of the oven, so they’re still warm.

“how… how did you know i…” you trail off, peter setting the cookies in front of you. he offers you a lopsided grin. “i know a lot about you, believe it or not. i pay attention.” you surprise yourself by returning his smile. “thank you, peter. how much do i owe you?”

“nah, it’s on me,” peter assures you. “enjoy.” pushing aside your unappealing drink, you seize the cookies instead. “you have to eat, too. let me at least split these with you.” there’s a beat before peter nods. “fair enough.”

that results in you two munching on your cookies while pretending to write your papers. you’re sneaking glances at each other whenever the other isn’t looking, in reality.

once it’s about time for the library to close, you’re on the verge of passing out. peter is concluding his essay until he hears a thump from your side of the table.

he finds you with your cheek smushed against your keyboard and hitting random letters, snores escaping you.

chuckling to himself, peter places a hand on your shoulder. “hey, y/n?” he speaks in a hushed tone. you awake with a gasp, drool pooling at the corners of your mouth. “easy there, princess. it’s only me.” he rubs circles on your back, and it’s oddly comforting.

“keep doing that,” you purr, momentarily forgetting how much you’re supposed to despise peter. he lets his fingers dance across the exposed skin of your lower back. “we should probably head out. it’s kinda late,” peter decides.

you sit up, bones aching and eyes forced open. “not yet. have to beat you first.” you start to delete the gibberish you accidentally typed. peter cups your cheek to turn your head towards him, your movements halting. “this one’s a tie. you did good, y/n/n,” he coos. “finish the rest another day.”

“why’re you being so nice to me?” you nearly whisper. peter uses his thumb to swipe the drool from your lips. “‘cuz i care about you. i might not show it, but i do,” he admits with the hint of a smile. “besides, i need you… for the, uh, the healthy competition.”

laughing softly, you twist his hoodie strings around your fingers and tug. “your intentions are pure as always. sure that’s all you need me for?” peter’s gaze darts to your lips, then your eyes. “we’ll see,” he repeats.

rivalry be damned.

“mm. i care about you too, parker. thanks again for tonight,” you hum. a blush coats peter’s cheeks, even in the dim library lighting. his sweet and innocent side might truly exist. “no problem.” peter links your pinkie with his, the gesture giving you that fuzzy feeling. “i’ll walk you back to your dorm?”

you lean over and kiss his pinkie intertwined in yours.

“lead the way.”