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— you are my sunshine, sakusa kiyoomi

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sakusa kiyoomi x anorexic!reader

**TRIGGER WARNINGS: EATING DISORDER (anorexia), slight nsfw (light petting with no penetration, NC16 at most?), swearing PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU MAY BE TRIGGERED BY THE ABOVE TOPICS. please exercise some self-care and enjoy some of our other fics instead! we'll see you in our next post <3

a/n: i really NEEDED TO do this. doing this for my sanity 😭😭😭 - yves

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"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine," you sang as you drove along the expressway.

"You make me happy, when skies are grey," Sakusa, comfortably seated in the passenger seat, sang in response. He gently squeezed your thigh.

You let out a breath with a smile on your face. That day was an exciting day for the two of you. It was the match between the MSBY Black Jackels and Schweiden Adlers, and Kiyoomi had been a ball of nerves for the past week. So to show your support, you decided to drive your dear passenger princess, Sakusa Kiyoomi, to the Kamei Arena Sendai Gymnasium.

You had spent half a day at the office and the other half dolling yourself up for the match that evening. Kiyoomi frowned at the sheer effort you had put into looking good for him at the match. He grunted out something along the lines of "getting distracted by how pretty Y/n is" and how "You have to be less pretty or I'll have to learn how to fight with my bare fists". You laughed at the thought of your husband trying to smash someone's jaws with his fists when he hated any physical contact with strangers.

After kissing him goodbye at the back gates leading to the MSBY locker rooms, you went to the Ladies and touched up your lipgloss infront of the mirror. As you looked at your reflection, you thought to yourself, maybe I do look good.

Ding!

From: MSBY girlies + Keiji <3

Miyu (Atsumu's GF) [6.43pm] Y/n pookiee~ Are you here yet?

Keiji (Bokuto's fiance) [6.44pm] We're at the VIP section, Row 1. The security guard knows who you are so he'll show you the way in later. You sure you don't want us to come find you?

Kira (Meian's wife) [6.44pm] ahhh can't wait to see you, Y/n! XD

You smiled as you read their messages.

You [6.45pm] I'll be alright, thanks! I'm heading up right now Excited to see you guys too :>

They had been planning to sit together since the start of the new season, after Kiyoomi had formally introduced you to the rest of the team.

As you reached the VIP area, you immediately regretted agreeing to sit with them. Your self-esteem shattered the moment you saw them.

They were drop-dead gorgeous, with their perfect makeup, in their perfect outfits that hugged them in all the right places. They looked straight out of a fashion magazine. It was something about how feminine they looked, and the way they all smiled sweetly when they saw you. So inviting and loving. They were the boys' partners after all.

But they've got to have flaws, right? That's only human.

Their smiles felt genuine, and you could see glimpses of their partners in them. Some were rowdy, hugging you when they saw you and treating you like one of them. They asked you questions about yourself, even getting drinks and snacks for you and including you in the post-game party at Bokuto's place. For a moment, you felt like one of them.

But how can a whole group of people be so damn perfect?

God, how you hated how inferior you felt. The differences between you and them became even more apparent when you saw the post-game pictures that had posted on Instagram. You had only gotten their Insta handles just a day before and were already on the verge of unfollowing.

It was insane how out of place you felt as they sat there so pretty in just their partners' jerseys. Somehow, they still managed to look so good. Unlike you.

Eventually, your brain churned out only one reason - it all came down to how small and delicate they looked compared to you.

How they looked worthy to be the lovers of the MSBY players. How they were pretty enough to be their partners.

It was crazy enough that you were comparing yourself to the Akaashi Keiji. How alluring he was, even just sitting in the same area as you. He was even more beautiful up close, there was something deep within his psyche that was so magnetic. It was evident that he took care of himself, with how his dress shirt clung to his thin waist. You can't help but admire him, and you wondered if your own clothes would ever do you the same favour.

If only you had a waist as small as his.

It scared you how the need to fit in with them became so acute. The hopes of not being the laughing stock of the group fueled the waves of self-hatred that you hadn't felt since high school. You were bullied for being chubbier than average. Teenagers were brutal, especially to anything they perceived to be different.

Obese. Katsudon. Pork planet. They were corny, sure, yet shivers ran down your spine at the memory of those names. Not long after, you started having nightmares of that darned high school. The same bullies, the same by-stander classmates, and the new addition of Kiyoomi in his high school uniform with disgust in his eyes, telling you to break up with him. His back faced you whenever you asked for the reason.

It's because of how fat you are. He'd still love me no matter what right? Right?

And every time you woke up from one of those nightmares, you would wake up sobbing.

Yet every time, Kiyoomi still seemed to be blissfully asleep. You knew he'd always have trouble sleeping before an upcoming match and with him looking so at peace, you never had the heart to wake him up.

He doesn't need to know about this. I'll tell him when morning comes.

But you never came round to telling him about the nightmares. The seeds of doubt from those recurring nightmares started to sprout inside you.

You stopped finishing your meals. You started running with Kiyoomi in the mornings to "spend more time with him". Lunch breaks at work were replaced with attending the pilates class across the street. The cans of Celcius in the fridge were depleting faster than ever. Your daily coffee order changed to an Iced Americanos with 4 shots of espresso.

And when the number on the scale dropped, the grin on your face was evidence enough of how light your heart felt. Nights were long when you spent the first hour waiting for Kiyoomi to fall sleep before you shimmied yourself out of his warm embrace to count the flaws of your body with your reflection in the full length bathroom mirror. With how your waist measurements dipped along with Sakusa's compliments of how much healthier you had become lately, your were giddy with happiness.

But God, did it hurt when you realised you had seemed 'unhealthy' to him in the first place. He could have just called you fat, it's not like you would've crumbled, right?

Hit with the sickening realisation that the voice in your head was right all along, that it was even how Kiyoomi saw you, your tears mixed into the shower water one day after a pilates class. You were glad that your husband was busy at practice and wouldn't come in to take an impromptu shower with you and see you in this wretched state.

Please, please, please, don't prove I'm right.

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"You'll never know, Dear. How much I love you~,"

Your husband sang from the kitchen as you hugged him from behind. With his beefy back against your face and him cooking breakfast, it felt like a blessing so surreal. You wished you'd never have to leave this position.

It's a late Saturday morning and you and Kiyoomi had agreed to have your usual stay-at-home date.

"Eggs?" He looked over his shoulder to you hugging him like an oversized stuffed toy.

"Maybe just egg whites today. I wanna try a new brand of yogurt I got yesterday with the granola I made this week," You replied, stifling a yawn

He nodded in acknowledgement and fetched the carton of egg whites from the fridge as you detached yourself from him and took the cutleries and dishes out of the dishwasher.

"How have you and the girls been? And how's the uh, pilates class you said was kicking your ass?" Kiyoomi asked as he plated his scrambled eggs.

You took the low fat, high protein yogurt out of the fridge as you replied, "It's fun, but I definitely understand why Pilates was made for prisoners."

His eyes were obviously judging you as he laughed to himself. "It can't be that bad. Definitely not as bad as our training when Meian-san is in a bad mood."

You could only sigh with a roll of your eyes. You retorted with an elbow jab to his side, "Why don't you come for class one day and we'll see about that, Mr. I'm-So-Strong."

He squirmed with the frying pan in his hand and a spatula in the other, swatting you away like a fly. You stepped away to giggle at the sight of him using his spatula like a sword in Barbie and the Three Musketeers.

When all was done, the both of you sat down at the small, 4-seater dining area in your home and continued chatting about how the week had gone.

"Itadakimasu!"

And the first thing that Kiyoomi dug into was your yogurt. You stared at him, offended. He ate it as if he was the one who had bought groceries that week.

The moment the yogurt touched his tongue, his face turned as sour as the yogurt he ate. With his face all scrunched up like that, you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle as you took the second spoon of yogurt from the same bowl.

“Y/n, I have no clue what’s so nice about this- this bowl of cold, white... glue," he looked at you in pure astonishment.

“That’s because you're supposed to eat it with fruits and granola, Omi-Omi," You stated simply.

You didn’t have the guts to tell him that you were more worried about exceeding your 600 calorie count for the day than how shitty the yogurt tasted.

"Atsumu's rubbing off on you..." he grumbled, making you giggle at the way his face scrunched up at the sound of Atsumu's nickname for him.

After breakfast, the two of you moved over to the sofa to browse Netflix for a show to watch. As usual, Kiyoomi had the remote control in his hand and the other on your thigh. Catching a glimpse of the wide smile on your face, he noticed that your thigh seemed a lot smaller and more toned than before. He glanced down at it, though his face didn't betray his shock.

Since when did your thigh get so small?

"Y/n, you like the size difference between my hand and your leg? Is that why you're smiling so much?" he teased, smiling as you blushed crimson.

"Didn't realise you had a size kink," he whistled, grinning as you slapped his bicep playfully. He tightened his warm grip on your thigh, making you gasp. Your hand reached for his shoulder as you swung yourself from the sofa and onto his lap for a peck on his lips. You could feel him smiling into the kiss before you pulled away.

"Seducing me this early in the morning, babe?" he said, poking your nose lightly with his finger.

You smirked teasingly at him as you moved your hips against his, making him groan softly into your ear.

"Maybe," you drawled, tracing his jawline with your finger before going in for another kiss. This time his lips trapped your tongue, sucking on it greedily. Dopamine rushed to your head as your innocent kiss became a steamy tug of war. His hands ghosted your abdomen and you suddenly became hyperaware of it.

Fuck, he can feel how fat I am.

You instinctively flexed your abs, in an attempt to stop him from feeling the folds of ugly fat around your stomach. His hands held your waist firmly as his thumb traced your abdomen, before coming to gradual stop.

Kiyoomi broke apart from the kiss, leaving your swollen lips to chase after his, but his forehead leaned against yours to signal a stop.

"Babe, what was that?"

Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, and you weren't sure if it was from the make-out session or his realisation that...

"What was what?" you returned, looking at him with your best attempt at puppy eyes.

You were cold sweating by then, but you hoped he wouldn't notice.

"Are those… abs?" His eyes flew wide, his attention all on you. His eyes were filled with curiosity and oh, how they glimmered so beautifully.

You wished upon the stars you'd never have to lie to those eyes ever again.

"Of course, I just thought maybe you'd like to see a different side of me... a little sexier," you averted his gaze, guiding his hand towards the hem of your oversized shirt.

He lifted your shirt and you saw how his cheeks turned an embarrassing shade of red. Burying his face in your chest, he tilted his head up to meet your eyes. "God, I have no clue what to do with you, Y/n."

It was quite evident what he wanted when you felt his shaft become more prominent through his home shorts.

And the rest became a memory you keep with joy.

Please, please, please, don't bring me to tears when I just did my make up so nice.

But all that joy didn't last when you woke up the next morning, scrutinising your body in front of the mirror.

How could you let him see this? This slob of a body?

Shame clawed at your throat as your fingers tugged at the fat of your stomach. You placed your palm over your collarbones, and they felt sharper than they used to. You knew you'd definitely lost the weight, but the greed to look more dainty than ever had you in a chokehold.

These thighs look so fat. Your arms are so flabby. Gosh, even your armpits are fat. It's hideous.

You're hideous.

And nothing but regret and guilt kept gnawing at your insides like a feral beast. The only solution you came up with was to grab the biggest shirt in the house - his MSBY jersey - and the sweatpants that covered your legs entirely.

In the following days, when Kiyoomi tried to remove any article of clothing from your body, you grabbed his hand to stop him with the excuse that you were tired. But truthfully, your new routine had been wearing you out more than you had anticipated.

His next match was with EJP Raijin on another Saturday night, with crowds roaring from both sides of the arena. You let yourself loose the moment the girls called your name across the hall, running over to hug you.

Your defenses go down as you shared a laugh with the others. When they offered a pack of chips from the snack table, you hesitated. But your inner voice reminded you that you had been fasting since the previous day, so you take the bag of chips with a smile. You felt lightheaded and giddy when a couple of the girls compliment your figure - it was the happiest you'd felt in the past two months.

The hunger pains were worth every bit of this happiness.

During the match break, you found yourself talking to the EJP players' partners as well. When Atsumu's girlfriend introduces you to the other girls and guys, your attention went directly to Suna's fiancée. It's obvious that she was a much smaller build than the other girls but the way her dress hung off of her made you gulp nervously. Your brain was strangely and subconsciously wired to recognise her as competition. She was quiet and elegant, small but eloquent. She was everything you wanted to be.

"Oh, mineral water's fine with me," she said with a smile when you offered her a bottle of Coke Zero.

GUILT GUILT GUILT

It made you choke back tears when you realised how fat you were behaving. Or how bloated you looked right then, with all that carbonation and salt.

And those thoughts immediately got rid of any joy of that day. When you headed home, you tried your best to look happy after Kiyoomi had served the winning goal, but your mind was plagued with the nagging thought of how you had let yourself slip.

Later that night, after snuggling in with your husband and making sure he was fast asleep, you snuck out of his warm embrace. His biceps were so warm, and being sandwiched between his chest and his arm made it hard to leave when it was the best place to be.

You left to burn off the calories from the snacks you had binged on earlier that evening. As you left the bedroom with a yoga mat in arm, you were determined to complete the new routine you had promised yourself in the shower. You wished you could do it without any problems but recently, you had been seeing black spots and felt lightheaded every time you did any physical activity. It was a bitch to have to stop for awhile before continuing your exercises.

The moment you stepped into the shower, sweaty and tired, you didn't notice your husband stirring awake as the warm water hit your body.

Kiyoomi was confused when he woke up to his arm cold and the absence of your body pressed against his. He had been itching with nerves those few months when he realised your behaviour had started changing around him. And that same anxiety only heightened when he heard your sniffles coming from the shower. It was the first time you became so reclused from him. At first, he was worried that you were wringing yourself dry from the amount of work you had, but he later spiralled into thinking that it was because you were falling out of love with him.

When he heard the bedroom door click open, he hurriedly pretended to be asleep.

Beep. Silence. Beep.

Your sigh made him itching to hug you and ask what happened. But the sigh following the beep of the weighing scale made it clear to him that the number on the weighing scale had somehow upset you one way or another. You approached the full-length mirror and peeked again to make sure your husband was still fast asleep.

You lifted the jersey above your chest, throwing it off to the side of the bed where you slept.

Kiyoomi honestly thought you were about to climb into bed topless (don't ask, he was not in his working mind). But when you stood still in front of the mirror, scrutinising your body like a piece of meat at the market, he could tell that you weren't heading to bed anytime soon.

You pinched at every corner of skin you could find. You looked at the woman in the reflection, and all you could see was the poor girl in high school. Fat and ugly, unlikeable and pitiful.

You then turned to your side, hoping to find comfort in seeing a flatter stomach.

In the dim lights, Kiyoomi could see the outline of your emaciated figure and the faint outline of your ribcage was enough to make him open his eyes fully in shock. The bruises along your spine made him wonder if he had been too rough with you all those times you were intimate. The way your hipbones jutted out were enough to throw him into a pool of anxious thoughts.

Maybe he should talk to you about it tomorrow.

But the last straw was when you muttered under your breath about how fat you still were.

No, he had to talk to you about it ASAP.

The bed creaked as you crawled back into his arms and he wrapped his arms around your waist. He never remembered your waist being so small before.

"Can't sleep?" you asked, turning your head towards him. His eyes opened to see your face in front of him.

He was sure the moonlight was playing tricks on him. Your face had harsh lines that he had never noticed, your nose sharper than ever and eyes bigger than before. Your collarbones peeped out of his jersey, more prominent than he had ever seen.

Fuck, how did it get so bad?

He knew you were trying to get fitter but he never realised you were developing something beyond just healthy habits. Kiyoomi could only blame himself for being so absorbed by his recent matches. For not noticing you were harming yourself.

He nodded and you snuggled into his chest, your arms wrapping around his waist comfortably. His thumb ran down your back in an effort to calm you both. Chills ran down his spine when he felt every ridge and bump of your vertebrate. It made him question how he had never noticed everything come crashing down.

"Babe, you okay? Aren't you be happy? Your team won today's match," you looked up into his eyes which were filled with concern. His eyebrows were furrowed in deep thought.

"How... how did you get so small?" he breathed.

You gulped. Things could only go south from here.

He continued. "I didn't realise it but when Atsumu mentioned it last week, I couldn't help but notice how much weight you've actually lost. Is it even safe to lose this much?"

He held you like you'd slip through his fingers at any moment, like water in a broken plastic cup.

You tried to avoid the topic, tried to look away but he wouldn't let you.

"...Atsumu? What did he say, specifically?" your eyes turned cold the second he mentioned his teammate.

What did he have anything to do with this?

Kiyoomi sat up against the bed frame before sighing deeply. "He was just asking if you were okay, 'cause you didn't seem as energetic as usual. And you can't argue with me, you have lost quite a bit of weight."

You knew that it was taking a lot out of him to talk about this, especially since he was never a confrontational person. It had to mean a lot to him, for him to face a situation like this head on.

"I'm-"

"No, Y/n. You're not fine. Have you been eating well? No, scratch that- have you been eating at all?"

You could feel the waterworks about to start, you felt the back of your eyes warming. Your fingernails dug into your palm, as if you could physically stop the tears from falling.

"I... I ate just now. With the girls," you whispered.

"A Proper Meal, babe. Not one of those 'girl dinner' crap you used to pull in college," he gritted out.

You let out a breath.

"2 days ago. Dinner," your voice cracked, and the waterworks had officially begun. Shame erupted in your chest.

"Fuck," Kiyoomi cursed under his breath.

He couldn't believe this was the same Y/n that would drag him out to enjoy their favourite foods together after a tiring day of practice and work. The same Y/n that enjoyed cooking together with him. The same Y/n that had monthly competitions with him to see who could finish more sushi plates at the conveyor belt sushi restaurant down the street.

It was the same Y/N that deprived herself of any food for days because she saw nothing but ugly, unwanted fat on her emaciated body.

Kiyoomi was speechless. He blinked several times, willing the tears welling up in his eyes not to fall but it was useless. You saw the way his tears rolled down his face along with his sharp intake of breath. He had never thought his wife would do something like this.

The guilt of not noticing what was happening to you was eating him alive.

He managed to calm himself down slightly before doing the only thing he could think of in the moment. He pulled you in and held you tight.

"Please," he whispered. Hugging you close, he begged, "Please don't take my sunshine away."

#educated.simps #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#yves.writes #lyssa.edits #sakusa kiyoomi #kiyoomi sakusa #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa angst #sakusa fluff #hq sakusa

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mamawasatesttube · 29 days ago

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I FORGOT TO SEND AN ASK WHEN I SAW THE POST BUT UHHHHH HALLOWEEN FIC WAS REALLY COOL AND I LIKED SEEING UR GO AT A HORROR FIC AND I THOUGHT ALL THE COSTUMES WERE REALLY COOL GODSPEED

THANK YOU HEHE horror is kinda fun even though im not particularly experienced with it!! maybe sometime in the future i'll try it out some more. and YEA honestly i think the passage about their costumes might just be some of my best work.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Bart pokes Kon in the chest, right in the center of his boob window. “Why would you puree Sonic? He’s my friend, and—hold on.” He examines his finger incredulously. “Is this… make-up? Did you put make-up on your tits?”

“Uh, yeah.” Kon raises an eyebrow, Spock-style. “You think I’m gonna be James Tiberius Kirk, Captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise, ‘Amok Time’ tiddy window edition, for Halloween, and I’m not putting glittery highlighter all over my tits? Please. Give me some credit.”

“Highlighting the tits is a classic move,” Cassie agrees. She’s got her lumberjack flannel unbuttoned quite low, and if she thinks she’s been slick about sending flirty selfies to Cissie, she’s got another think coming. “Time-honored and true. I did it, too.”

“Seriously?” Bart wrinkles his nose. “That’s wild.”

“You literally have a full face of Sonic the Hedgehog make-up on,” Tim points out.

“Yeah, but that’s my face. That’s where make-up is supposed to go.”

“C’mon, Bartholomew,” Cassie teases. “Think outside the box.” Her phone dings again, and she pulls it out of her bra to text Cissie back, a bright smile on her face. “Oh! Cissie wants a group pic of all of us. She’s right, I can’t believe I forgot to get one! Get in here, boys.”

Obediently, the three of them crowd into frame with her, squishing into each other’s space. Kon twists around with his plastic phaser in hand, winking at the camera in a classic boobs-‘n’-butt pose; Cassie rests her elbow on his shoulder and leans into him with a grin. Bart, with his spiked and spray-dyed blue hair, hooks his chin over Cassie’s shoulder and makes a show of grabbing for her axe; Tim, in his objectively hilarious sexy sheet ghost getup (a bedsheet with eyeholes that ends at his hips, paired with insanely high stiletto heels and fishnets) looms into frame next to Kon.

“Wait, wait, we can’t see your legs, Tim,” Cassie objects. “That’s the whole joke of it. Um… let’s see, how to angle this…”

“Hold still,” Kon suggests, shifting a little to free his other arm. “Rob, lean on me and—”

Tim, picking up what he’s putting down immediately, lets Kon support him with a hand at the small of his back, grins under his bedsheet—Kon can see the smile in his eyes—and kicks one leg up across Kon and Cassie. Bart helpfully grabs his ankle.

(And daaamn, do Tim’s legs look good in that getup. Hoo boy.)

“Oh, perfect.” Cassie beams. “Okay, three, two, one!”

She clicks a couple of rapid selfies against the haunted house wall behind them. They’re quite the motley crew—Sonic in a onesie, a lumberjack, Jim Kirk, and a sexy ghost—and the photos look ridiculous and whimsical, even in the dim scene lighting.

“Send me those, will you?” Kon asks as they all relax again. Tim lingers, leaning into Kon’s hand for a moment, and Kon smiles. “I gotta show Ma.”

#answers #lemonlimestar #core four #rimi writes #tim #kon #bart #cassie #timkon #<- just a little but it's real

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1d1195 · 2 months ago

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okay part two lol THE SUNFLOWER EXTRA WAS SO ADORABLE I LOVED IT!! I thought it was so cute that it was set up in a way where we were getting Harry’s pov and how he was reminiscing their first date! It was a really cute way of incorporating their current dynamic while still giving us how their first date went! It was so cute😭 loved the fluffiness of it all!! Harry is just so cute in this! Like him being super early to pick her up and just watching her was soooo 😭 I feel like fluff can be overlooked sometimes so this was just absolutely such a sweet little read! ANWAYS bestie loved it as always!

Now I saw your post about the next couple of extras and I have some thoughts/questions that’s may help! NOW DONT FEEL OBLIGATED TO EVEN REMOTELY LIKE THEM AND TAHTS OKAY IF YOU DONT!!! You’re their creator and in the end you know best!

Okay so I am a neighbors STAN so I would accept anything for them lol though I do understand wanting to take a break from the concept of dadrry so I understand wanting to space them out! Traditional Harry is sooo always so INSANE in a good way so that would be nice to read too!

If you’re foaming at the mouth to write a Most check in… BESTIE I SUPPORT WRITTING THEM BC IF YOURE GOING CRAZY I WILL DIE!! Obviously only if you feel inspired lol and same goes with Dolcezza!

Okay now with Yours, you said you imagined them getting back together so how would that exactly go? Harry is famous in this so would the transition be easy or immediate? Do they do a co-parenting thing for awhile(bc technically that’s being in both their lives) and solely focus on the baby? Or do they have a little miscommunication with how their dynamic will be, are they going to work it out romantically?

In the ask you mentioned a ring so a cute engagement proposal would be cute if you feel up for it! MFT could be angsty with how both are in their final year(I think they if not I will simply have to reread 😊) and maybe they think about what the next “level” of their relationship looks like? DING omg idk what I would suggest tbh lol only bc I can see the Cupcake still not being able to open up like emotionally yet and maybe it’s like a rough patch in their relationship and that comes up? Idk why all I can think for them is angst lol

ANYWAYS!!! These are just ideas you obviously don’t have to do any of them and I’m sure you’ll create something far more magical!!-💜

I felt like I had been writing a lot of first date moments recently and I was like I need another angle. So I figured it would be nice to be like "no they're like really a couple and very cutesy" and still make them have the fluffy first date jitters kind of thing. Glad you loved it! 💕

Don't get me wrong, I would love to do a Neighbors update but yeah, I'm going to hold off because we're mid-dadrry and not getting rid of them till October either. I'm thinking something like DECEMBER for them 😭 (I have two outlined/planned extras for Neighbors!) and I ALWAYS have a Traditional extra ready to go (there are four outlined/planned extras left in my drafts!)

I'm kinda hoping I can do Most tbh but also hoping I can wait until October? That would be ideal. I'm trying to stockpile ideas and drafts and pieces because like I mentioned it's going to be busy in October 😭 Dolcezza would be fun too I think I relate most to her so it's pretty easy to whip up some emotional stuff and whatnot for them (although as I mentioned I have a smutty idea for them--or maybe at least part-smut 🤭)

Your questions for all of the next ones are SO helpful!

I like the idea of Yours NOT being an easy transition. Miscommunication? Here for it. (Spoiler/not spoiler, they're going to work out romantically 😉) Next level of MFT relationship would be LOVELY especially in their last year! Ding angst is also my favorite kind of angst I def relate to her a lot as well and it's easy for me to feel angsty hahahaha

Thank you for all your ideas! I sincerely appreciate it! I was hoping for a little more feedback on it but I guess since it wasn't a clear cut poll I didn't really do anyone any favors 🤷‍♀️ but that's okay. I appreciate the feedback I got 💕 Thank you as always!

xoxo

#💜#neighbors #traditional #most #dolcezza #yours #my friend's toyota #ding

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askladarmin · 6 months ago

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I just found out my favorite professor— my mentor and friend, died this morning. I am so upset.

He was a gay man from Puerto Rico who had been married most of his life, had kids, and when his wife died he came out and lived unapologetically since.

I was 16 when I met this man, and he made me feel safe during a time I was not. He wrote me a recommendation letter for my credential program, he spent many hours outside of the class time teaching me everything he knew.

He was a man who was chaos incarnate. He played Ding Dong the Witch is Dead in the most beautiful arrangement I ever heard at his mother-in-law’s funeral. He played the last 15 minutes of Sharknado during class just because I hadn’t seen the end.

He offered to take me to see 12 Years a Slave because he wanted to make sure I saw this film in theaters because of how important it was because I was just underage at the time, just in case my mom couldn’t take me.

He was watching The Hobbit, saw the goblin king and was like “Oh! That’s my mother in law!”

He taught me everything there is to know about Jazz, and film, and we talked extensively about being queer and our experiences of being out. He supported my identity shifts better than anyone, and made sure I was heard by the department head when I couldn’t get my voice heard.

He’s been in Facebook Jail longer than anyone I’ve ever known. His posts were always insane. He used to use the phrase RepubliKKKan, and it stuck with me permanently. He confronted KKK members in our town.

He had a cat who lived to be 28 years old. He was the embodiment of who I want to be. I will miss him forever and I am so fucking upset.

Roberto, thank you.

I’ll miss you so fucking much.

I’m so fucking sad.

I’m going to go listen to the Jerry Springer musical because that’s what he would want me to do. And I’ll go start a political fight on Facebook as he would’ve wanted.

#I’m so fucking upset #in memoriam

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borathae · 3 years ago

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↳ Index [Chapter 16 - Worth Staying Better For]

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Romance

Warnings: a few anxious thoughts in the beginning, domestic bliss, sub!Jungkook, dom!reader, mommy kink, morning sex, oral sex (m. & f.receiving), dry humping, multiple orgasms, spanking, she also rides him, choking, loving dirty talk, Koo is a needy and vocal bunny, they are so in love :(

Wordcount: 8.3k

a/n: I’M LITERALLY GONNA FLING MYSELF OFF MY BED PLEASE I LOVE THIS COUPLE SO MUCH!! But on a calmer note, thank you guys. Thank you for all your support and for coming with me on this very emotional journey. This has been such a beautiful ride and aaol is genuinely one of my favourite stories I’ve ever written and I am happy that so many other people seemed to have shared this love with me. Truly I appreciate you so much! 💜

Jungkook is running. He hasn’t been running that quickly in ages. He is running and he loves it, because he is running for a reason.

He will finally see you again.

After four endless weeks in New York he will finally see you again.

He doesn’t even feel the luggage in his hand. Nor does he feel the uncomfortable shoes on his feet, which until recently had annoyed the living shit out of him.

Jungkook collides with the elevator wall, but doesn’t feel it. He pants, stares at himself in the mirrored wall and smiles.

He will finally see you again.

He missed you so fucking much. Quick phone calls between meetings and the occasional video calls were the only chances at getting something You.

It drove him insane. During the day he was at least busy enough to find distractions from the constant ache of missing you, but the nights were the worst. He realised that he became so used to sleeping next to you that a lonely bed almost drove him insane.

The elevator opens with a ding.

Jungkook steps through the threshold and already calls out your name, taking little care that it was three in the morning and that he had neighbours.

"I'm home!"

The elevator closes behind him.

"My love, I'm home!"

Jungkook abandons the luggage by the elevator and runs.

"___!"

The bedroom is empty.

Jungkook halts and furrows his brows.

"What the hell?"

He turns a few times in case you were hiding somewhere and wanted to scare him. It wouldn’t be the first time that you would attempt to do something like that.

"My love?"

The living room, the bathroom, the kitchen. All empty.

"I'm home from New York!"

Your shared closet, the private gym, your yoga room.

All empty.

"___ that's not funny anymore!"

Jungkook runs and he doesn’t like it anymore.

The guestrooms, the other bathrooms, the playroom.

All empty.

"Please answer me!"

He stumbles and runs.

The pool on the roof, the sauna, the library, your bedroom one last time.

"___?"

The bathroom one last time.

"My love?"

The kitchen one last time.

"What the hell?"

Jungkook collapses on the barstool and pulls out his phone.

"Where the hell are you?"

He dials your number.

It goes straight to voicemail.

"Fuck."

He types a text with shaking fingers.

- Jungkook: where are you?

You don’t receive it.

- Jungkook: I'm worried. Are you okay?

You don’t receive it.

- Jungkook: Please call me when you get that.

- Jungkook: please

- Jungkook: :*

- Jungkook: ❤

- Jungkook: okay I'll stop spamming you now

You don’t receive any of the messages.

Jungkook calls you one last time only to speak to your voicemail immediately.

"Fuck", he exclaims, dropping the phone on the table and burying his face in his hands.

He was so excited to see you again and now you are gone. Jungkook stumbles off the barstool and runs. He just thought of something.

The shared closet.

He must check if your clothes are still here. Maybe you left him. Maybe you just up and left and now you are ghosting him.

He checks every shelf, every hook, every clothing rack, every drawer. All your clothes are still here.

Your suitcase is still here too.

So are your shoes.

He feels a little better as he leaves for the living room. His brain just bombarded him with the worst scenario again. You didn’t leave him.

Unless…

His knees buckle, he collapses on the couch.

You could have been in an accident. That's why your phone goes straight to voicemail because it got wrecked in the accident.

Jungkook gags, throwing his hand over his mouth to stop himself from throwing up.

You could be dead right now and he would have no idea.

"Nononono."

He turns on the news with shaking fingers, checking the news on his phone simultaneously.

Nothing about an accident. At least not one that would fit your description. No murder or kidnapping either.

He sighs in relief.

Unless….

He begins shaking.

It could have happened too recently that the reporters haven’t even reached the side yet. It could happen right this moment!

Jungkook tries to call you again. Nothing.

He texts you.

- Jungkook: I'm going crazy. Are you alright?

- Jungkook: my love please pick up

- Jungkook: why can’t you receive texts?

- Jungkook: do you need help?

- Jungkook: I'm sorry if I did something wrong…

- Jungkook: please call me

- Jungkook: 😭😭😭

They don’t go through.

"Fucking fuck!" he yells.

He tries to call you one last time, but it's only voicemail.

He checks the news again then every room in the house. He checks your chat to see if you have received his messages yet. You haven’t.

"Fuck oh god fuck."

He dials another number now and hopes they pick up. If he doesn’t call her now he will throw up and probably die from anxious heart palpitations.

"Jungkook? What's the matter? We don’t have our session until Tuesday yet. Are you okay?" his therapist's voice doesn’t sound tired, as if she was still awake.

"I think ___ is dead" he blurts out and starts crying.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa hold up. Say that again."

"I, I t-think ___ is dead", he stutters and wails.

"What makes you think that? Are you with her right now? Did you call the ambulance already?"

"No she, she isn’t home and, and her phone isn’t receiving m-my messages. I don’t know where she is. I'm sure she is dead, she is dead."

"So she isn’t at work tonight?"

Jungkook halts.

"At work?"

"Yes, you told me about her work and that she always works until seven. Did she tell you that she wouldn’t go to work tonight?"

"Oh god", Jungkook twists his own hair, "I'm so fucking stupid I didn’t even think of her work."

"No? Well, then I am sure that she is only busy at work and can’t look at her phone right now. Don’t you agree?"

"Yes", he rubs at his eyes both to get rid of the tears and in embarrassment, "yes, I agree. Fucking hell I'm an idiot."

"Hey, that is alright. Logical thinking tends to turn off in panic situations. But how are you feeling right now Jungkook? Are you feeling better or should we practice the breathing exercises I showed you?"

"No, uhm no I'm alright. Just embarrassed."

He laughs awkwardly and his therapist laughs with him.

"That is alright. So we will see each other on Tuesday at seven?"

"Yes, we'll see each other", he murmurs, "thank you, I know it's way past your office hours so thank you."

"That's alright Jungkook."

"Have a good night then."

"You too."

He ends the phone call and feels a lot better. He opens your chat and types.

- Jungkook: please ignore every previous message. I just remembered that you’re at work. Sorry for overreacting.

- Jungkook: 😣❤

Then he drops his phone on the coffee table and goes to bed.

He needs to sleep that stress away.

Fingers dance down his temple. It makes him open his eyes.

"Hey there handsome", you greet him with fondness in your eyes.

"___", he says with his voice barely audible in sleep.

"I read your messages. You had a really bad night didn’t you?" you ask, massaging his brow and temple softly.

Jungkook closes his eyes again and nods his head with a tiny pout on his lips.

"Awww baby. I'm here now though and I'm safe and sound", you kiss his ear.

He purrs in happiness, rubbing his face against your body sleepily.

"I'm just fucking exhausted", you say and drop yourself into the pillows.

Jungkook is snuggled up to you in an instant, arm slung around you and leg thrown over your hips.

He doesn’t tell you that he missed you because his tongue is too tired to work, but you understand him nonetheless.

"Missed you too Bunny", you whisper, nuzzling your nose into his soft hair and closing your eyes.

You and him drift off to sleep a moment later, only waking up when the sun has long passed its zenith.

Jungkook wakes up with an ache between his legs. It is a pleasant, warm ache.

He stirs and moans softly.

He must be dreaming.

Oh this is so nice. So goddamn nice. So warm and nice.

He purrs, rolling his head to the side.

This is the best dream ever. He never wants it to stop.

"Oh!"

That was a surprisingly wet sensation right now.

Slurping which correlates with a harsh sucking sensation around his cock.

Jungkook opens his eyes and looks down.

"Oh god", he laughs breathlessly and drops his head in the pillows, throwing his arm over his eyes, "baby…."

You release his cock with a loud bop, jerking him off slowly instead.

"Good morning Bunny."

"Good m-morning."

The sloppy lick up his frenulum made him stutter.

"I was hungry for you."

You sink down on his cock and begin bopping your head up and down slowly.

Jungkook moans loudly, fingers twisting in your messy bed hair as best as the tiredness allows him to.

"Fucking hell my love", he breathes, "this is fucking amazing."

You continue bopping your head up and down, rolling his balls between your fingers slowly. It is remarkable how tight they already are. One month without you affected him more than he wants to admit.

How disappointing, you thought that you played with him on the phone enough. After all, you had to make a folder with all the very hot jerk off videos he sent you this month. And that one occasion where he fucked himself crazy on his favourite dildo during your video call is burned into your memories until eternity.

You thought that you played enough with him, but turns out that you didn’t as he squirms and mewls underneath you, coating your tongue with his precum.

"Please slow down, please slow, I'm so fucking close", he begs, moaning deliciously afterwards.

You growl hungrily and take more of him in.

"Seriously p-please slow d-down", he pants, trying to pull you off by your hair.

It only makes you sink down further, makes you bop your head faster and mewl louder.

Jungkook shakes and writhes, moaning loudly with his mouth agape. He is burning up. It is too much, feels too good. Thirty days without your mouth and now he finally has you again. He can barely handle it, twisting your hair to ground himself in some way.

His precum is starting to taste more and more of his actual cum. Addicting really, running down your throat. You go deeper, burying your nose in his pubic hair and moaning around his throbbing cock.

"Slow, slow, slow. Don’t wanna cum. Slow please. Please, please."

You pull off, give him one second to breathe and then sink down on him again, fucking your own mouth on his cock at inhuman speeds.

Jungkook yelps up and bucks his hips up, propping his own legs up on the mattress, almost closing them around your head.

"I'm cumming. Please stop. I'm cumming." Too late. Jungkook climaxes down your throat in a series of babbled curses and snotty, teeth grinding sobs, legs shaking like crazy and stomach contracting uncontrollably.

"My love…" he sighs squeakily and slacks against the mattress, head rolling to the side and lips parting in quick and high-pitched pants.

You clean him up with loud, hungry slurps, finishing it off with a long kiss to his heated tip.

He shivers and whimpers at the feeling, fingers twitching on his stomach. He is so adorable when he recovers, it makes you want to shower him in adoration.

You lift yourself, leaving one sensual love bite on the inside of his thigh before kissing your way up his body until you have his neck under your lips. You suck a big hickey on his skin before you even as much as kiss it. His skin looked way too untouched for your taste, like an empty canvas just screaming to be covered by your paintings of love.

"My love", he sighs, head dizzy in a mixture of his afterglow and the sting of the hickey.

You giggle and let go of his skin, kissing the mark you left behind.

"Now you’re mine again", you whisper, biting down on his earlobe next.

He mewls, barely turning his head.

"Your taste is addicting, Bunny", you rasp.

"Mhm."

His body is growing softer, heavy eyelids refusing to open and pouty lips parted.

"You sleepy?" you ask him, caressing the slope of his nose repeatedly.

"Mhm."

You blop down on his body, feeling his left arm around you in an instant.

"Mhm."

You chuckle, "fine", you close your eyes, "it's too early anyway."

And then you and him fall asleep again despite it not being too early at all. On the contrary you and him should get up and seize the day, but that sounds more like torture than anything else.

You are resting on your stomach with one leg pulled up. You were sleeping a second before, now you aren’t so much anymore.

You are awake enough to be painstakingly aware of the wet tongue lapping at your pussy. And you are awake enough to roll your hips back slowly.

"Bunny", you moan sleepily.

The tongue leaves your middle.

"It's my turn now", he breathes, "relax my love, I’ll treat you so well."

He connects his lips with your pussy again, sucking your clit eagerly. You purr, closing your eyes and smiling lazily.

What a way to be woken up. His pouty lips wrapped around your clit and his tongue lapping up your juices. This is the type of wake up call you missed the most this month.

"You're such a good boy, Bunny", you praise, lifting your hips.

He supports you in an instant, licking and sucking your clit hungrily now that he can reach it even better.

"That's it, keep going", you sigh, resorting to moaning afterwards.

You hate to admit that the month without him made you just as sensitive as it made him. You thought that touching yourself to his videos or cam shows was enough to get you satisfied. Or that using some of the sextoys in your playroom would do the trick. But it didn’t. You are so goddamn sensitive to his tongue and you love it.

"Closer Bunny."

Jungkook presses himself closer with a squeaky whimper, frenching your pussy messily.

"That's perfect. Fuck Bunny you are gonna make me cum."

He sucks your clit eagerly, flicking his tongue over it quickly afterwards.

"Ah!" you flinch away before fucking yourself back against his tongue.

He moans and continues his fast flicks, rutting the mattress needily. You taste so sweet, oh you taste so incredibly sweet.

"I'm gonna cum", you moan.

Jungkook puts even more passion into his make out session with your pussy, the coil in your stomach tightens.

"Now, oh Bunny, now."

He takes your orgasm with happy moans and his eyes squeezed shut. You tingle from the crown of your head all the way down to the tips of your toes. You are convulsing, twisting the pillows and mewling his name. That's what you wanted for literal weeks.

"Fuck", you relax in a shake.

Jungkook kisses his way up your body, taking the paths of your back. He presses himself close once he has reached your face, nuzzling his nose against your neck.

"I'm so hard for you", he confesses shakily, rutting his hard cock against your ass, "can I slip it in, please?"

"Bunny", you breathe still halfway gone on your cloud nine. You are so dizzy from your high.

He presses himself closer, now rubbing his leaking cock through your soaked folds. It makes you tingle in the electricity of overstimulation, deep purr rattling in your chest.

"Oh fuck", he chokes out, "you're so wet and soft."

His hips speed up, fucking his length through your folds as if he wanted to chase his orgasm just like this.

His hot breath tickles your neck, his damp chest rubs against your back and his legs are squeezing your own every now and then.

"Can I slip it in? Please say yes. Hurry please", he begs.

You stay silent, enjoying the sensations. His hips are still taking on their needy rhythm, grinding his throbbing cock against your leaking pussy. He is going faster than before, jerking himself off to the feeling of your soaked folds.

"Please", he squeaks, "say yes."

His hips stutter, he presses out a curse. His hips find their rhythm again, his arms are shaking. Faster and faster, sloppier and sloppier. Jungkook is chasing the pleasure like a desperate animal.

"Mommy please", he tries, soiling your neck with sloppy kisses, "say yes p-please."

His hips stutter.

"Oh no", he squeaks and freezes up, "no, oh, oH, OH."

Jungkook climaxes against your pussy, humping your body like a desperate little bunny whilst squeaking.

It was exhilarating to feel, if you didn’t enjoy his high pitched yet embarrassed sounds so much, you would have moaned right with him.

"No", he sobs, "no", he shudders in a desperate sob, "mommy I'm so sorry I made a mess."

"You are such a disobedient boy, Bunny", you finally speak, "did I give you permission to cum on my pussy?"

"No mommy you didn’t", he whimpers.

"So why did you?"

"Because I'm a disobedient boy. Please mommy discipline me."

"Get off of me."

Jungkook rolls off of you with his limbs feeling like jello.

You flip over.

He stares at you with his cheeks beet red and his dark hair sticking to his forehead. His nipples are swollen and hard, the skin around them has reddened in embarrassment and arousal. And his poor cock. Oh it was still so hard and swollen, covered in the mess he made.

"Get on your back, legs up."

Jungkook obeys, pulling his legs to his chest and grasping them tightly.

You take over a moment later, lifting them up as best to his abilities.

He mewls now that you force him to present everything like that, head becoming dizzy as he feels himself falling deeper and deeper into subspace. He is feeling high on endorphins right now.

"Start counting."

He mewls.

"One."

You spank his right ass cheeks, watching how it makes his cock twitch.

"Oh mommy", he chokes out.

"Count", you order.

"Two", he keens.

You spank his left ass cheek, basking in the way his asshole clenches and relaxes a few times.

"Three."

Right side again, his cock twitches.

He moans and swallows heavily.

"I don't hear you Bunny."

"Fo-" he swallows again, "four."

Left side, he is sobbing softly. His skin is so perfectly warm and tender under your palm.

"Go on Bunny almost there."

"Five, please, five."

Slap.

His legs twitch, almost slipping from your grip. You tighten your fingers.

He grunts, "six."

Slap.

"Ah!"

You made it sting because of his leg wiggling, the punishment was necessary. Even if he seems to enjoy it quite a lot. He clenches around nothing, cock slapping against his stomach all on it's own.

"Go on, Bunny. Four more to go."

"Seven", he begs.

Right side, next to the already pink handprint. The spank leaves another red imprint.

"Oh my god I wanna cum so bad", he sobs and writhes.

"Don't care. Count."

"W-where was I?"

"I don't know Bunny", you caress his buttocks tauntingly, "where were you?"

He whimpers.

"E-eight?"

Slap.

You made sure to hit the exact spot you hit before. It makes him choke on a moan, legs threatening to slip out of your fingers again.

"Correct", you caress his burning cheek, "now what comes after eight?"

"Nine, please mommy, it's nine."

The right cheek. His poor rim is clenching around nothing desperately.

"And?"

"Ten, ten, ten", he chants.

Slap.

"Ten!"

A shudder, his cock throbs angrily.

"Oh god mommy, it burns."

"Burns?"

"Yes so good", he keens, making you smile fondly.

You set his legs down, parting them so you could crawl between them.

He gazes up at you through half-lidded eyes, body trembling beneath you.

"What are we saying now, Bunny?"

"Thank you mommy", he lulls.

"That's right", you smile and begin rolling your hips against him.

His eyes widen, he moans loudly.

"What is it? Are you imagining how it would feel if I fucked your cute bum right now?"

He nods his head, closing his legs behind your thighs and arching his back.

"Did I allow you to fantasise like that?"

He tenses up, dropping his back and forcing his eyes open.

"No, I’m sorry."

You smile tauntingly.

"That's", you thrust your hips into him "what", another thrust, shaking him, "I thought", you growl, grinding up and down on his parts most sensitive.

Jungkook's eyelids flutter, pouty lips parting in a silent moan.

"You are not going to cum again, are you?"

He shakes his head, eyes closing further as his legs press you closer to get more of the sensation.

"Yeah? Cause it looks to me like you are halfway there already."

"You're my high", he whispers.

Your heart flutters like crazy.

"You're gonna make me fluster if you talk like this Bunny."

He opens his eyes and moans, reaching for your wrist to hold them tenderly. He is arching for you, looking so completely devoted to you that it is impossible to look away.

"Please take me", he begs in a breathy moan, voice so perfectly pitched.

"I can't resist you, my sweet Bunny", you draw closer, "I want you."

"I, I want you too mommy...please...take me", he sighs, pressing himself to you in a sinful arch of his dainty body.

The temptation is too grande to resist. You really can’t wait any longer. You need him to connect with you again.

You prop yourself up and crawl on his lap. You can’t wait any longer. You grasp his cock, guiding it through your folds. Jungkook shudders below you, twisting the edge of the pillow. You watch his fingers, oh how perfectly they clutch the fabric. It tempts you, makes you greedy for the feeling.

"Hold my hips Bunny", you order him.

He reaches for them instantly, resting his strong, tender hands on your hips.

"That's it, now don’t let go", you say and sink down slowly.

"Mommy", he chokes out, squeezing your hips. He is finally home again.

"I've missed your cock so much Bunny", you sigh, rolling your hips back and forth slowly. You have finally found your missing piece again.

You rest your hands on the pillow beside his head, gazing into his eyes deeply as you continue rocking on his length.

He can barely keep his eyes open, feeling himself falling more and more.

"Don't let go, do you hear me Bunny?"

He nods his head obediently and moans.

His hands run up and down your dancing hips, caressing you with so much devotion that your skin tingles in his touch.

"You are doing so well for me. Do you know that? Do you know that nobody else can make me feel like you?"

He whimpers, furrowing his brows. His eyelids flutter, lips parted in continuous moans.

"Look at me."

He opens his eyes, cock throbbing inside of you.

"Do you know that you are the best, Bunny?"

He shakes his head. It makes you furrow your brows.

"No?"

He shakes his head again.

"Oh Bunny…"

You stop your slow rolls and begin bouncing up and down on his length.

"Ah!" he yelps, eyes closing in an instant and body shuddering wildly.

"Then I just have to show you."

You continue bouncing up and down on him, running your fingers through his damp hair and watching his pretty face morph into the prettiest of expressions.

You are soaking his length, warm walls keeping him inside with a greedy squeeze. You feel pearls of sweat run down along your spine. It tickles slightly.

His cock is throbbing so much, feeling so swollen and hot inside of you that it makes your toes curl.

"Can you feel it now Bunny? Can you feel that you are the best?"

He nods his head.

"Then tell me."

He peels his eyes open and begins blushing. Even the tip of his nose is turning rosy.

"Don't be shy Bunny. Tell me that you are the best."

"I-I’m the b-best", he stutters, fingers squeezing your hips.

"Say it again. Tell me that you are the best", you order him, motivating him with smooth rolls.

"The best", he chokes out.

"No, no. Say it. You are the best."

He whimpers, lips closing and parting. You caress his cheek with the back of your hand.

"Say it for mommy, Bunny", you whisper.

"I'm the best", he whispers back, throbbing inside of you.

"That's it", you say and moan loudly, "oh Bunny you are the best."

"I'm the best", he moans softly and closes his eyes.

You watch a glimmering pearl escape from the corner of his eye and run down his cheek.

"Yes, exactly. The best. My Bunny is the best", you say, kissing the tear away with adoration on your lips.

You change your bounces to the smooth rolls of before, moving up and down his length with your every fourth roll. Jungkook is squirming, thighs every so often meeting your movements as they leave the mattress in desperate twitches. You slam your hips down just that harder each time that happens, listening to the ecstatic moans it elicits from his pink, pouty lips.

"How are you doing Bunny?" you ask him, voice shaking in pleasure.

"Mommy I can’t take much more", he squeaks, fingers bruising your hips.

"Colour?"

"Green, but I wanna cum."

"God Bunny, you are so sensitive today."

"I missed you so much this month."

Your hips connect in a deep roll, driving a moan out of both of you.

"I missed you too. Just hold on for a little longer. I'm almost there."

He whimpers but nods in obedience.

"Can I help?"

"Yes Bunny, you can help."

Jungkook abandons your right hip to lick his own thumb. He looks so messy in doing so, lapping at his digit with spit going everywhere.

"So messy", you taunt, rolling circles up and down on his cock.

You watch the string of saliva connect his thumb with his tongue as he pulls back, gasping softly once it breaks.

Your eyes meet, a dark smirk curls at your lips. He looks so tauntingly shy as if he knew that you liked the view but feels embarrassed under your gaze. How adorable and tempting.

"You're my messy, little Bunny."

He lets out a soft sound of agreement, melting beneath you. He is melting even more when he can watch your face light up in bliss and feel your walls convulsing around him the moment his thumb begins drawing circles on your clit.

"Oh you are such a good boy", you moan, head falling to the front.

Your fingers twist in his hair, your chest presses against his'.

"Keep going Bunny, this is going to make me cum", you encourage him in a breathy voice and deep, smooth rolls of your hips.

"Oh god mommy I wanna cum so bad", he keens, glassy eyes glued to your scrunched up face.

"Hold on a little longer Bunny. Do it for me."

"Mommy", he whines, but holds on.

He holds back for you because as good as his orgasm would feel right now, he knows that it will feel even better if he holds on and cums with your permission.

"Good Bunny", you praise, leaning down to kiss his lips messily.

His cock throbs, his tongue licks over your lips hungrily, his chest shudders in a needy moan.

You break the kiss, twisting his hair. The eye contact brings him close to swooning.

"I'm cumming Bunny", you sigh and then your eyes roll to the back of your skull and your body begins quaking on top of him.

Jungkook fucks into you while you are orgasming with desperate squeaks leaving him. His thumb touches your clit the entire time. He wants you to enjoy your high to the fullest.

"Oh Bunny", you come down with a happy smile.

You open your eyes, meeting the devoted obsession in his gaze.

"It hurts mommy", he chokes out.

You smile and cup his cheek.

"You were so good", you praise.

You begin moving your hips again, listening to him moan at the tight squeeze.

"Mommy please."

"Cum for me Bunny", you allow him.

Jungkook is falling apart. His mouth is agape in silent moans, his head thrown back. His eyelids are still slightly open, showing nothing but white as his eyes have long rolled to the back of his head.

His fingers are gripping your hips, nails painting deep crescent moons on your skin. His cock is throbbing and twitching, coating your warm walls with his cum.

"Oh god ___", he sobs, slacking against the mattress.

You relax into him, allowing him to stay inside for now. It's so exciting to still feel him throb even now when his high has long ebbed.

"You did so well Bunny", you praise, running your fingers through his messy hair as you listen to his rapid heartbeat.

He exhales shakily and hugs you.

"I don't think I was ever that horny before, like ever", he murmurs, making you laugh.

"Honestly? Same", you confess and chuckle, "you literally got me fucked Kookie."

"Yeah", he laughs breathlessly, "same here."

You and him roll to the side, which sadly makes his softening cock slip out and also his cum gush everywhere.

"Ew", you cringe.

"Yeah I felt it too."

"I should probably go to the toilet."

"Yeah me too."

You and him draw closer, hugging each other despite the mess between your legs.

"I think it can wait ten minutes, right?"

"Yeah I think so too", Jungkook agrees and kisses your lips, "I seriously missed you so much in New York."

You smile tiredly, looking at his eyes in a blur because you can’t make your eyes to do the work of focusing.

"I missed you too, this place is way too big for one person."

He agrees with a hum.

"Yeah I know, it feels so much more like home since you’re here."

Your heart flutters.

"Yeah? Even the pillows?"

"No", he closes his eyes and snuggles into your chest, "no the pillows are awful."

You laugh softly, braiding your fingers through his hair.

"You love them, admit it."

"No I hate them", he mumbles sleepily.

"Rude", you grin, closing your eyes and burying your nose in his soft hair. You inhale deeply. Like almond flowers and vanilla. You missed this smell so much.

He inhales and exhales, growing softer in your arms.

"Sleepy?"

He nods his head barely.

"Then let’s clean up later and sleep for now."

"Okay", he breathes.

"Okay", you whisper, relaxing against him and allowing sleep to take over you once again.

It is Jungkook who wakes up later than you. He peels his eyes open with a smile, because he knows that he can finally look at you again. Except that he can’t. He furrows his brows. Your side is empty, the duvet crumbled up in a little pile by the foot end of the bed.

“My love?”

Jungkook sits up, blinking a few times as this makes his head terribly dizzy.

“Urgh god”, he groans, seeing black for a few seconds and feeling his head pound like crazy.

Stupid iron deficiency. He blinks and finally sees again.

“My love?” he tries again, but the bedroom stays silent.

He looks at the balcony doors. Maybe you are outside for some fresh air. They are closed, showing the night sky to him.

“Well fuck”, he says and chuckles, “that’s to oversleeping.”

He yawns, stretches his arms above his head and decides to roll out of bed.

“I need to piss”, he murmurs, waddling to the bathroom.

Jungkook sits down with a yawn, letting everything run free and scanning his surroundings. The folds in your towel are different from last night and the edges were slightly darker than the rest, which means you took a shower recently.

Good. That means you were still in the apartment with him. You didn’t leave. Jungkook hates his brain for always thinking the worst thing first, but he just can’t help but worry each time he wakes up to an empty bed. He became a lot better at labelling those thoughts as “nothing but intrusive thoughts of panic” with the help of his therapist and these days when he gets them he forces himself to stay calm and remind himself that you were probably just up earlier than him.

Jungkook stands up and flushes, yawning again as he waddles over to the shower. He turns the water on, sticking his hand under it to check the temperature. Cold for two seconds then it starts to get warm. He steps underneath it and lets it trickle over him with his eyes closed.

Jungkook decides to blow dry his hair tonight. He looks at the crazy mop of hair once finished, trying to smooth it down with a few skilled tugs and combs of his fingers.

He grins.

“She’ll like it”, he decides, staring at the messy bangs he created in the front. They stick into his eyes just slightly, tickling his lashes.

Then he leaves the bathroom to get random sweatpants from his dressing room. He doesn’t bother for a shirt, feeling way too heated after blowdrying his hair.

“My love”, he calls out as he wanders through the apartment.

He finally finds you in the kitchen in one of his shirts. You have your back turned to him, stirring something in a pan over the oven. Jungkook feels his mouth water at the smell and his heart begin to race at the sight.

He watches you for a little, watches you hurry from one end to the counter back to the oven with a little sway in your hips and watches you be so completely content with yourself. You are literally so beautiful, he thinks.

And then he has to think of her. The woman who broke his heart. He thinks of her and he thanks her for breaking his heart because if she hadn’t then he wouldn’t be standing in the kitchen right now, watching the love of his life cook him breakfast in one of his shirts.

He thinks of her for the last time and smiles. Who would have thought.

"Good morning."

You turn.

"More like good ten o'clock at night."

He chuckles, so do you.

He breaks the distance between you and him and gives you one of his worldfamous backhugs, resting his chin on your shoulder. You melt into him happily.

"I'm still sleepy, you know", he says, swaying your bodies from side to side gently.

You rest your head back against his chest and close your eyes.

"Yeah, feel you. I haven't slept well lately. It’s catching up on me now."

"Why? Did the nightmares return?"

"No. The bed's just way too big for one person."

Jungkook smiles and nudges your cheek with the tip of his nose before kissing it softly.

"Yeah, feel you. Although I could finally go full starfish in New York."

You turn, watching him demonstrate it.

"Like this", he says, "and I did it naked once too."

You laugh.

"Yeah?"

He nods his head.

"Didn’t like it, I crushed my balls when I flipped over."

"Kook", you snort and wheeze.

He laughs with you, stomach tingling like crazy.

"You stupid noodle", you say and turn back to the stove.

He steps closer and hugs your waist.

"What can I do? What are we making?"

"Japchae and you can prepare the vegetables."

"On it", he grabs them, "did you wash them?"

"Nope."

"Alrighty right", he says, listening to the soft chuckle you do at his words, grinning to himself.

You work in silence for a little while, enjoying the sounds of the meat sizzling and Jungkook cutting the vegetables rhythmically. Just every so often you need to tell him to tone down on the veggy snacking or else nothing will be left for the japchae. He gave you a cute grin each time.

You are the first one to actually break the silence.

"Did you check our kimchi fridge already?"

"Why? Is it leaking water again?"

He waddles over to it.

"I swear to god I shouldn’t curse cause it's one of our models, but piece of shit technology who invented you?" he grumbles.

You laugh, "just look inside Kook."

Jungkook opens the fridge and furrows his brows.

"Huh?"

He turns to you.

"Did you make kimchi?"

"I didn't, I got it delivered."

"There are kimchi delivery services?" he blurts out, making you laugh.

"There aren’t, someone brought them over."

"Who?"

You sneak a glance at him.

"Your mum."

"Excuse me?"

"Your parents came over last week and brought us kimchi."

"Oh."

He blinks and looks to the side, rubbing his hand over his mouth. You put the pan off the flames and step closer to Jungkook.

"We talked for quite some time, they apologized to me and they wanted to know if you ever want to watch the seagulls with them again."

"They said that", he chokes out and blinks rapidly.

"Yes", you give him a smile.

"Oh god", he croaks, "please hug me I feel like crying."

“Aww baby, com’ere.”

You hug him tightly, running your fingers through his hair.

"Ha", he chokes out, "ha", and then he lets out sounds which sound like sobs and laughter at the same time, "ha", he nuzzles his face into your shoulder and squeezes you tightly.

"You okay?"

He nods his head.

"We always watched the seagulls together when I was a boy."

"Oh Kookie. That's so cute."

"They want to see them again with me."

He laughs again, squeezing your waist with all he got.

"I'm so happy for you baby."

Jungkook raises his head, letting you clean the tears from his lashes with his eyes closed and a droopy smile on his lips.

"Can I be honest with you?"

"Of course baby."

"I was really sad because of my parents. I just didn’t want to tell you so you wouldn’t feel responsible for it."

"I kinda figured."

"You did?"

"Yeah. Kinda."

"Oh", he looks to the side shyly, "did I make you feel like it?"

"You didn’t. I just figured that you miss them."

He pouts and nods his head.

"But now you don’t have to anymore."

"Yeah", he breathes and smiles his prettiest bunny smile.

It makes you so happy to see him happy that your chest feels like bursting. And so you hook your fingers behind his head and pull him into a sweet kiss, one he accepts with a soft sigh and his fingers grasping your back.

You pull back.

“I’m really happy for you”, you whisper and smile.

He blushes, lowering his eyes shyly.

“Thank you”, he murmurs.

“Also your dad is actually nice?” you say and laugh, “I was so ready to fight him at first, very violently if I may add, but he is actually nice?”

Jungkook giggles.

“Yeah I know, he can be such a dick sometimes, but in the core of his heart he is nice. He just needs some time to get used to new people.”

“Yeah I realised that. He even apologized to me and look”, you say and point at a little basil plant, “he gave me that as an apology present.”

Jungkook smiles, “that sounds like something my dad would do.”

“And we had dinner together and he was a little quiet there again, but nice. Your mom did most of the talking during dinner, she recommended me so many skincare products again”, you explain and giggle.

Jungkook chuckles, reaching out to tug a strand of hair behind your ear. You are so beautiful when you tell him a story. You get that really excited sparkle in your eyes. You didn’t have it in your eyes when you and him first met each other, but these days it is getting brighter and brighter. Jungkook is so obsessed with it. He cups your cheek and caresses your cheekbone with his thumb, listening to you with his head tilted to the side and his lips curled into a fond smile.

“And then we, we had cake a-and your dad cut my piece and offered it to me and it was really nice because he smiled at me”, you are so excited that you are stuttering.

“That’s so great”, Jungkook whispers, caressing your cheek. He feels his own heart heal just by listening to you rant about his family. Correction, your family.

“Your mom also said that your sister wants you and I to come over to her place for cookies with the girls and Yoongi. You should have seen my face when she said that. My eyes went like this”, you say and widen your eyes as best as possible.

Jungkook smiles, “see? I told you my sister is nice. She just did a terrible job at looking out for me.”

“Mhm”, you snort at the memory, “did you talk to her?”

He nods his head, “she actually thinks you are so, so awesome now.”

You roll your eyes and chuckle, “I’m sure she said it just like this”, you give his cheeks a little pinch.

Jungkook truly and honestly has never felt as warm in his chest as he does right now.

“Oh god”, you say and bury your face in his chest, “this feels so weird.”

“What does?”

“I don’t know, just….I have a family now”, you whisper, looking into his eyes.

Jungkook pets the back of your head, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose.

“Get used to it, we aren’t gonna leave in a long time.”

You smile.

“Thank you”, you whisper.

Jungkook smiles. He knows that there is far more behind those two words than other people may think, but not him. He understands. He truly understands.

You rub his chest and giggle cutely.

“Come on now you cutie, I wanna eat. I’m literally starving.”

“Yeah, let’s eat. I’m so hungry too”, Jungkook agrees, following you to the stove by backhugging you and swaying your bodies from side to side with every step. It makes you laugh and in return it makes Jungkook laugh and life feels perfect.

You eat in the living room, both sat on the couch with your legs crossed and facing each other. You just have so much time to make up for. He never wants to stop looking at you and in return neither do you.

Jungkook shoves a big portion of japchae into his mouth and takes a piece of radish kimchi from his mum, chewing on it happily. You watch him with a soft smile on your lips.

“You look so cute today”, you say.

Jungkook stops chewing, sneaking a glance at you with big eyes and his cheeks puffy from all the food inside.

“Hehe”, he giggles with his mouth closed and crinkles his eyes up in a cute smile.

Then he continues chewing, looking left and right with big eyes.

“How was New York by the way?”

It is your turn to take a big bite and chew vigorously.

“Ignoring the fact that I missed you like crazy, it was alright. Mister Johnston isn’t as scary as I thought he’d be. Also the development of the television is going along nicely and the offices are set up too.”

“Yeah? That’s good. So the issue with the funds was solved?”

Jungkook nods his head, finishing his bite before he speaks.

“I felt like some gang boss when I came to their office cause I had like ten security guards with me and they all had guns, can you imagine that? I felt so cool.”

You chuckle.

“Wow so dangerous”, you tease.

Jungkook rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue.

“Whatever, you’re just being uncool. It was really cool, if you had been there you would agree.”

You reach out and pet his soft hair.

“You’re always cool Bunny”, you ruffle his bangs, “but how were your urges? Did you get them like you feared?”

“Just once when someone offered me a glass of wine. It was a really nice day and it would have fit with the mood, you know?”

You nod your head.

“But I said that I’m almost four months sober and I drank lemon soda instead.”

“That’s good. I’m so proud of you.”

“You are?” his eyes light up.

“You know I am.”

Jungkook lowers his bowl of japchae and tilts his head to the side. His eyes race over your features. He looks so fond.

“Why did I ever think that I will never get it?” he whispers.

“Get what?”

“A love so epic that I will be happy to wake up every day.”

“Jungkook…” you look into your food, “…don’t say that.”

“It’s the truth.”

“Gosh Bunny, just eat your food you silly noodle”, you murmur, ruffling his bangs with your cheeks burning up.

You stay cuddled up on the couch after finishing your meal, sharing a package of chocolate chip cookies and drinking milk. Jungkook has his eyes closed, listening to the faint sound of the thunderstorm, which had started twenty minutes ago. His fingers are running up and down your arm as his back is cuddled into your chest. He was your little spoon, feeling so small and safe in your embrace.

“I’m so happy”, he whispers.

“I’m happy too”, you whisper back.

“I’m so glad to be home again. I honestly missed those moments the most.”

“Yeah?” you grin, burying your nose in his soft hair, “I kinda agree.”

Jungkook sighs and rubs his body into yours slowly as he grows even more comfortable. It was perfect for him and it would have been perfect for you too if you didn’t have that lingering thought of your surprise in the back of your head.

“Jungkook?”

“Yes?”

“I need to piss.”

“Hm?” he turns his head, studying your features with sparkly eyes, “is it urgent?”

You nod your head vigorously, gnawing on your lower lip.

“Urgh fine”, he pouts, letting go of your arm, “I’m gonna die of hypothermia in the meantime.”

You snort, patting his butt softly.

“Dramatic baby.”

You hurry to the bathroom, taking a sharp turn to your right and disappearing into your dressing room instead. You didn’t need to piss, you just wanted an excuse to get the surprise you prepared for him. Oh you are so incredibly nervous that your hands are shaking as you pull it from your panties drawer. You look at it and take a deep breath.

“Okay let’s do this.”

Jungkook was sitting up on the couch, eating a cookie and drinking the rest of his milk with his hands hidden in the sleeves of his sweatshirt. He starts smiling when you come back, eyes falling on the small box in your hands in an instant.

“What’s that?”

“I lied. I didn’t need to piss. I actually prepared something for you.”

“You did?”

You sit down next to him.

“Yes, uhm… here.”

Jungkook accepts it and reads the label first.

“For spending time with my priority”, he pouts, looking at you with glassy eyes, “my love…”

You smile shyly, “open it.”

He opens it, furrowing his brows.

“Money?” he laughs, “why are you giving me money?”

You scoot closer, twisting the fabric of your sweatpants.

“Turn it around.”

Jungkook takes the stack out of the box and turns it.

“Last salary”, he reads, cocking his right eyebrow up, “I don’t understand”, he looks at you and the excited smile on your lips.

He looks back at the money and reads the words again.

“Last salary…last salary...mhhm…last – “, you can watch how everything is falling into place in his mind as his eyes widen before falling on your face, “no…”

You giggle, “yes”, nodding your head vigorously.

"My love…" he whimpers.

"I'm sorry I took so long to quit at this awful place. But I’m ready now, I’m ready for a better life with you. No more Paradis, just you and I and a better life."

"My love", Jungkook whispers, falling around your neck, "I’m so proud."

You laugh and wrap your arms around him.

He presses you closer until his scent is the only thing you can still take in.

"I’m so proud. I’m so fucking proud of you, my love."

You close your eyes and squeeze him even tighter to your body. And in return he squeezes you as well.

This is the type of hug you only really saw in movies and which you called so unrealistic that it was cringy. You called it dumb and said that no two humans would ever actually hug that tightly. You said that no two people could feel so much for one another that they felt the desire to press their body against the other in a weird position.

You realise that you were an idiot back then. A hug like that is possible and doing it with Jungkook feels incredible.

If you were in a movie right now the camera would turn around you and him right now to show every angle of the hug and then someone would sit in front of their screen and call it way too unrealistic and cringy.

But because you weren’t in a movie and this was real life there were no cameras turning off or movie directors telling you that the scene was done. There was just your perfect, goddamn addicting togetherness and the even more addicting feeling of his racing heart against your chest.

And it drew you closer, it drew you closer until you felt like you and him actually melted together and could hear his every gentle breath.

"I'm-" he begins.

"Shhh, don’t talk. Let's stay like this", you shush him.

He laughs quietly.

"Alright, if you say so."

And so you stayed like this for a very long time. You hugged in the silence of your living room underneath the warm ceiling lights and it felt right to do so. You hugged for so long that it made you realise that being touchstarved was never, ever worth it. All those lonely nights you forced yourself to have because you feared that letting in another person would end with your heartbreak, was nothing but the attempt of a stupid girl trying to be pretend that she didn’t need another person. It sounds like complete madness now that holding Jungkook feels like holding your person.

"I don't wanna let go", you whisper.

"Me neither", he whispers.

"I've never hugged someone for so long before."

"Me neither."

"I read somewhere that hugging someone for really long can bond them or something."

"You know I love your facts, but don’t ruin it now."

You laugh, "hey don’t attack my attempt at being less awkward."

"Why are you awkward?"

"Because I am mentally preparing a speech right now and it's making me nervous."

"A speech?"

"You're my person Jungkook."

He breaks away to stare at you in shock.

“You gave me back my happiness and my hope and made me feel alive again.”

You touch his face softly, for only a second just to refresh the memory of how it feels like in your palm.

"You make me like hugs and falling asleep next to another human and being vulnerable and stupid words like you're my person and you make me want to change something about myself for the sake of another without feeling regret and you make me want to work on myself and be better. And…"

You look into his eyes.

"...you make me want to commit to someone and, and. Ha", you laugh breathlessly, placing your hand over your heart, "and you make me want to scream I goddamn fucking love you on top of my lungs from a really high mountain so that the whole entire world knows about it. And in my equation of love I think that makes you my person."

First his lips start trembling then his brows knit then his eyes squeeze shut and then he is crying.

"Oh dear, hey. Uhm, don’t cry."

He makes you fall from how aggressively he hugs you. Your back hits the sofa, you laugh as Jungkook falls on top of you, burying his face in your neck.

"I love you so much, I love you so much, oh god I love you so much", he whispers and lets out a very - and we are talking very - ugly sob afterwards.

"God Kook", you laugh fondly, "breathe, you are going to choke otherwise."

Jungkook coughs and sobs, making you giggle.

“Gosh Bunny, you are so adorable.”

He allows you to raise his head and squish his heated cheeks. His face mirrors the sobs, destroyed and covered in snot and you think that he was the most beautiful man on earth at this moment.

"I love you too, silly noodle", you say and clean him with your fingers.

He whimpers and sobs at the same time all whilst trying his hardest to smile.

"Com'ere Bunny", you say and pull him back into your chest.

And Jungkook was melting into your embrace, thanking the universe for giving him the most epic lovestory of all the lovestories.

And you in return don’t feel like a weak, selfless anti-feminist idiot anymore, who gave in to love. You feel like a happy, actually happy, woman gladly holding her boyfriend because she likes doing it. And that was okay for you, it was more than okay for you, because you know that Jungkook feels the same.

You were his person after all.

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finally

feral boys x streamer!reader (separate)

genre: fluff, crack

warning(s): none

synopsis: the feral boys finally meet their favorite streamers

dreamwastaken / clay

word count: 407

the day you met dream, you were on the phone with your best friend george, also known as georgenotfound

he was speedrunning on stream while you were on a discord call with him

his viewers knew who you were, not only because you were george’s best friend but also because you were a streamer too

you weren’t a big one but well known for how well you play battle box in mcc

george was about to end his stream after an unsuccessful speed run when he asked you something

“you know dream right?”

“yeah, of course, he’s one of your other best friends” you answered

“are you okay with me adding him to the call?” he asked you.

“uh sure, but aren’t you gonna end stream?”

“no, i will after this.” he giggled

“why? are you trying to embarrass one of us?” you asked him suspiciously.

“you don’t have to worry about that.”

you heard a ding from discord, indicating that someone joined your voice chat

“hello? dream?” george asked.

“george. why? why are you doing this to me?” dream asked.

“hi dream,” you smiled.

“uh, hi. hi (y/n).”

“george why did you add me to the call?” he asked george.

“well, i know how much you like watching their stream. and considering you’re both my best friends, why not introduce you! perfect right? anyways. i’m gonna end my stream now. let’s raid karl. and you two can talk to each other. bye now!” he left the call so now it was just you and dream in the vc

it really warmed your heart that someone with such a big platform liked watching your streams since it had been quite hard to gain a following since you started streaming

“hi dream,” you said once again

he sighed. “hi (y/n).” “i really didn’t want him to do that, i didn’t want this to be the first time we meet, you know. i just love watching your streams so much and i wanted it to, honestly, be in person. but you know, george does what he thinks he shou-”

“it’s okay dream, i’ve actually been looking forward to meeting you, considering you’re also one of george’s best friends. but i do agree, he does tend to do whatever he puts his mind to.”

after you calmed his nerves, his conversation skills skyrocketed and the conversations flowed very easily

you guys spent the rest of the night talking

georgenotfound / george

word count: 326

being a minecraft streamer and a hypebeast got you some recognition

you were a hypebeast model on instagram and when you had announced you started streaming minecraft on twitch you had grown pretty easily

it didn’t take you time before you were invited to join mcc

not just because you had a big following but because you were actually really good at playing

since you didn’t really know any other mc streamers you got placed in a group with people you had never met

their names were Ph1lzA, WilburSoot, and GeorgeNotFound

the first time you talked to them, they welcomed you with open arms and we so nice

“hi (y/s/n)! i’m philza but you can just call me phil,” he introduced.

“hi phil!” you responded.

“i’m wilbur, is this gonna be your first mcc?” wilbur asked.

“yeah, it is. i’m actually really nervous.” you laughed a bit, to get the nerves out.

“ah okay, well no worries. we were all beginners before. don’t worry about trying to score high, just have fun!” phil assured.

“we’re just waiting for one other person and we’ll get started on the practice.” phil continued.

“okie dokie,” you said. you put yourself on mute and wiped the sweat off your hands on your pants.

“hello, hello, sorry i’m late. had trouble starting the server.” you heard.

“well nice of you to join us george.” wilbur said.

“yeah, yeah. hi philza, hi wilbur, hi (y/s/n)- wait, (y/s/n)??” he stuttered

“hi george?,” you said softly.

“oh my god, i’ve watched your streams before, they’re really cool. i enjoy watching them.” he rambled.

you giggled

“well thank you,” you said, still giggling a little.

for the rest of the day you all practiced, everyone giving you pointers, but george watching carefully to make sure you understood the pointers you were getting

and if you didn’t then he knew to tell you which part you were kind of misunderstanding

sapnap

word count: 398

you met sapnap long before you became a streamer

you were a big fan of sapnap

and one day you ran into him in public

it was a short interaction but it really meant a lot to you

so you asked for a picture to remember the moment by

after you took the picture you said your goodbyes and you were extremely excited

a few weeks after than interaction you had made the decision to start streaming

you were thinking about becoming one for a long time and after meeting sapnap you made your decision

because you wanted to be the type of person sapnap was to you

and be a person someone looked up to and meet people that felt the way about you that you feel about sapnap

you’d been a streamer for a few months when you got a raid from sapnap himself

his viewers were suggesting he raided you so he did

you freaked out, you gained a small following and the fact that sapnap decided to raid you? amazed

but what you didn’t know was that he kept watching you

after he saw how appreciative you were he wanted to watch more and he got intrigued

so he followed you and started watching your streams almost every time you streamed whenever he wasn’t busy

after about 2 years of streaming you got a very big following

your supporters were stalking your twitter and found the picture of you and sapnap when you both met

they then began to repost it on twitter tagging the both of you

you saw it and replied, “LMAO i look so small. but big shoutout to sapnap for raiding me as a small streamer and making all this possible <3″

he saw your reply and his eyes went big

HE MET YOU BEFORE!??

he then proceeded to respond to your tweet, “we’ve met before??”

and it went back and forward

“yeah, it was before i was a streamer, we met at like.. the grocery store lol”

“i literally had no idea you were a fan of me”

“yup, i’ve been for the past 3 years”

“dude after i raided you i started watching your streams and you became my favorite streamer”

“well,, you’re still my favorite streamer ;)”

after that sapnap dmd you asking if you guys could meet in person again

and who could pass up that offer

karl jacobs

word count: 510

you and karl met at twitchcon

you had recently become a big streamer and this was your 2nd time going to twitchcon

1st time having a meet and greet

meeting your supporters meant so much to you

you finally get to give each of them a hug, and it may not be all of them but seeing this many people come out to meet you meant more than anyone could imagine

but being at twitchcon also meant you could meet your streamer friends

which made everything 10x more exciting

you decided to meet up with your friend, valkyrae and you guys were going to a creator party

when you finally got to see her you gave her a huge hug that lasted a while because it was the first time you were meeting in person

once you both reached the venue of where the party was being held you all met up with your other friends. you hadn’t met any of them in person but rae had

you saw sykkuno, lily, michael, toast, and a few other people and smiled really big, excited to see all of them

you finally got to them and pulled them into a group hug

“you guys!! oh my god it feels so good to finally meet all of you!” you said.

“it’s nice to meet you in person, (y/n).” sykkuno said smiling at you

you let go of the hug and remembered everyone else that they were with

“hi! i’m (y/s/n) but you can just call me (y/n),” you said with a smile.

“this is karl, poki, and scarra.” toast introduced.

you saw karl and poki whispering to each other while you got into a conversation with everyone else.

poki coughed and said, “hey guys! don’t we have to go to that thing, right? that thing.” hinting at something, looking between you and karl.

you’re pretty sure everyone caught on and they all agreed.

“oh yeah! that thing!”

“yeah, we should probably go!”

“yup, don’t wanna be late to that thing.”

you looked at them with an unimpressed look as they walked away, looking behind their shoulders to see you and karl standing there.

“hi, i’m-i’m karl, i’m sorry about that. i just told poki that you’re like literally my favorite streamer and i guess she wanted us to talk more? i don’t know, but it’s really nice to meet you.” karl said.

you laughed as you quickly understood your friends weird behavior

“yeah, you raided me a few times- thank you for that by the way. it helped me a lot in growing my fanbase and i don’t think i’d be where i am if you hadn’t raided me.” you smiled at him. he beamed and smiled back at you.

“yeah, no, it was no problem. like i said you’re literally my favorite streamer and being able to help you with that is absolutely insane to me.”

for the rest of the party, your friends could see both of you talking the night away

and maybe even dance together

quackity

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finding out what to do for stream was kinda hard when pretty much all your friends were busy

but then you got a text from karl, asking if you wanted to play jackbox with him and a few friends

you accepted, knowing you wouldn’t have anything else to stream

in the lobby it would be you, karl, dream, sapnap and a few other people you didn’t know

when it was finally time to play, you started up your stream and introduced what you’d be playing that night

“hey guys, welcome welcome, welcome. today i’m gonna be playing jackbox with karl, dream, sapnap, and a few other of karls friends.”

you joined the vc and immediately heard a lot of boys talking very loudly

you let out a small, “hello?”

somehow everyone heard you and stopped talking

“(y/n)!” karl yelled out.

dream and sapnap let out a “hi, (y/n)” and you said hello back.

“hi everyone, i’m (y/s/n) but you all can call me (y/n)” you introduced yourself.

eveyrone else said hi and introduced themselves

you found out you were playing with quackity, wilbur, tommy, and techno too

during mad verse city karl was going against quackity and his rap went something like this

“you talk so weird, i’m gonna need translator, next time (y/n)’s here they’re gonna be a hater, because your big crush on them i’ll see ya later”

your mouth was wide open while all the boys started teasing quackity

“what the fuck! i don’t have a crush on them!”

quackity ended up losing that one.

after the game and you ended you stream you asked quackity to stay

“hi quackity,” you said, with an energetic voice

“... hey, (y/n)”

“sooo, was what karl said true?” you asked.

“mm not necessarily. it��s not that i have a crush on you. you’re.. just my favorite streamer and you know. this is the first time i’m meeting you and i was telling all of them that i’m nervous because i’ve never talked to you before and i think you’re a great streamer and that you put out really funny content and i didn’t wanna embarrass myself but. karl did that for me.” he rambled

you giggled

“i think that’s really cute. thank you for supporting me. you can dm me on twitter or discord if you ever wanna play sometime.” you told him and left the vc.

you then saw all the boys you were playing with pile into the vc and you could only imagine what they were talking about.

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familyfriendlyweed · 4 years ago

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late night snaps (quackity x reader)

a/n : before we get into the story, i wanted to thank you all for such support on my first post - i only posted it yesterday, and got a hell lot of likes and reblogs and even gained 23 followers, which is insane for me (or maybe i just don’t know how tumblr works, haha)! anyhow, i’m really happy you guys enjoyed it <3

it was 02:37 and you were editing your newest video. you had no idea it would take so long, though! even if you were used to staying up very late, you knew you have to put away your laptop and go get some sleep.

saving the video as a draft and shutting your computer off, you started to blindly search for your phone, since your eyes didn’t get used to the darkness yet. finally finding it, you turned it on to set an alarm for the next morning when you suddenly saw a snapchat notification from ten minutes ago. it was from Alex. you curiously unlocked your phone and tapped the little notification to be led straight to snapchat.

idiota : hello mamacita

your face instantly lit up in a childish smile. you started to type your response eagerly like it wasn’t 2 am and you didn’t have online classes tomorrow.

you : why hello there, el señor

you saw Alex’s silly bitmoji pop up as he started to type.

idiota : what is my chica bella doing up so late?

you giggled, getting comfortable in your bed - this meant a long chatting session on its way.

you : YOUR chica bella? when did that happen?

idiota : ANSWER THE QUESTION!!!! >:((((

you : fine you big baby, i was finishing editing a new video

idiota : hmm i see, i see

you : what about you though? u should get some sleep!!! :(((

Alex’s bitmoji started typing, then stopped for some reason. you lifted your eyebrow at that. then he continued, but it took a while for him to finish.

idiota : why, i just couldn’t fall asleep when you were on my mind all the time, mi amor

your cheeks grew red in an instant. you knew you could handle jokes pretty well, but this was quite too much. Alex never got so far as to actually flirt with you.

you : eh??? what drugs are u on

idiota : the only drug for me is you mamacita

you snorted. you had no idea if he was being serious or not, even if the second option was more likely.

you : literally go to sleep wtf

idiota : i’d sleep better if you were by my side ;)

this was enough for you - you felt as if you got one more message like this from him, you’d die from the hotness in your cheeks. setting your phone down, you made your way to the bathroom before bed.

you came back five minutes later, only to see your phone full of notifications from Alex. your heart was thumping really hard, you weren’t used to this, but you opened snapchat anyway.

idiota : mamacita?

idiota : ....

idiota : mamacita, don’t joke w me like that

idiota : did you really just leave me on read wtf

idiota : i’m sad come back :(((

and at last, there was a snap from him. you were quite scared at this point. with a shaking hand, you opened it.

you laughed so hard that you seriously thought you’ll have a seizure. still laughing, you snapped a selfie with a cute filter on (you really thought you looked horrible at the moment), captioned it with “your chica bella had to take a piss u simp” and sent it to Alex.

he opened the snap almost imediatelly and started typing afterwards :

idiota : mamacita!!!! you look hermosa!!!!

you : that’s because i have a filter on lmaoo

idiota : mamacita don’t let yourself down, you are so beautiful :((

you started to text a sarcastic reply, but stopped. for some reason, Alex seemed like he was being truthful. he wasn’t joking around when he called you beautiful, that was too affectionate.

you : ...really?

idiota : si, si! <3

you tugged at your lip in a thinking manner. true, you had feelings for Alex, but you never thought he had something similar to you. or maybe... maybe he was just supporting you as a friend. figuring that was probably it, you texted :

you : thank you quacker B]] ur also v handsome

idiota : mamacita likes me!!!!!😍😍😍

you smiled sadly. Alex was definitely playing around. you got lost in thought for a few moments, thinking about how would he act if he was actually in love with someone. would he, perhaps, be more mature? that would be very weird to look at.

finally coming back to planet Earth, you looked at your phone only to see that Alex has written a shit ton of messages again :

idiota : i want to see you, mamacita

idiota : it’s fine if u don’t want to, you’re probably going to sleep anyway...

idiota : but maybe let’s meet tomorrow?

idiota : mamacita?

idiota : ....

idiota : i’m coming over <3

your heart gave a leap of embarassment and surprise. why would he even say that?

you : wait what

you : wdym “i’m coming over”

you : no tf ur not

you : go to sleep

idiota : doesn’t mamacita want to see muah???

you : no, that would be awesome, but you should go to sleep, really :(

idiota : y/n, i already told you, i can’t sleep when you’re on my mind

you froze in spot, staring at your screen for what felt like an eternity. did he just call you by your name? you knew he only says it in serious situations. deciding to change your tactic, you started texting seriously :

you : are you like... for real now?

you : because i know you call me by my name in serious situations, but maybe it’s only a prank, so just answer me truthfully, okay?

Alex started typing, it took even longer that before, but at last you saw his message, this time without caps, spammed question/exclamation marks, nothing silly at all :

idiota : i am serious, y/n. believe me, this is not a prank. i just really wanna see you.

your heart skipped a beat or two, your face renewed its redness. you felt as if you were dreaming.

you : okay... i’m really glad. come over, please

idiota : thank you so much

you started pondering in your head - how did this happen? how did this silly conversation turn out like this?

but what if Alex texted you because he wanted to come over in the first place? after all, he knew how shitty your sleep schedule was. that would be awesome, you thought, a small smile dancing on your lips.

you checked the snap map only to see Alex about 100 meters from you. wait... what? 100 METERS??? was Alex near your place the moment he texted you for the first time?

you jumped up, starting to tidy up your messy room up, only to remember you look like poop at the moment - hair messy, face tired, clothes scrunched.

exhaling heavily, you tried to change your appearance quickly - you ran into the bathroom, brushing your hair panickily. then you wrenched the makeup bag open and started to rummage through it trying to find some mascara or something...

ding ding!

you froze, your eyes widened. he was already here, what the hell?!

you quickly put on some mascara, ran into the hallway while brushing your face with your hands from stress (completely forgetting you have mascara on, somehow) and unlocked the door.

Alex’s figure was dark, since the lightbulb in the corridor wasn’t working, and it almost gave you a fright. but as soon as he engulfed you in a warm hug, the tension in the pit of your stomach vanished. you hugged him back almost unsurely, but smiling.

“hello, mamacita”

you giggled. for some reason, you got the strongest urge to cry. probably from happiness, but it still was confusing to you. nevertheless, tears started running down your cheeks, mixing with mascara, probably making you look like you were going to a halloween dress up party.

“hey, why are you crying?” Alex asked, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“i look horrible.” you laughed, wiping your tears away.

“nooo, why won’t you listen to me? i already told you you’re beautiful.” he said with a cute pout.

“alright, alright, i’m very beautiful, let me down now.” you said, noticing that he was still holding you in his arms tightly.

“whatever the chica bella says.”

he put you down.

“aren’t you going to turn on some light? i feel like i’ve gone blind!” Alex exclaimed jokingly and you giggled.

“i’m like a bat, i hate much light, sorry. buuuut i could turn on this little lamp.” you said, making your way to your desk and turning on a cute little lamp the shade of warm pink.

“perfect.” Alex said, eyeing you in light now. you thought he’ll make a comment about your awful mascara-stained face, but he said nothing, just smiling and looking at you in awe, like you were some princess in a ball dress instead of a tired college student in messy shorts, an oversized t-shirt and two different socks, because you couldn’t find a pair of the same ones.

“perfect.” he repeated, shrugging with a smile on his face, like seeing you was everything he needed.

you laughed and hugged him, muttering a “thanks for coming”. Alex didn’t hesitate and also hugged you, holding you as close as possible, as if he let go of you, he’d drown and would never come back to be by your side again.

little did you know, he felt the exact same way.

#quackity #quackity x reader #quackity imagines #quackity imagine #dream smp imagines #dream smp x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt imagines

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not-me-simping-for-blasty · 4 years ago

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Wrong Number, Asshole - A Bakugou Katsuki Soulmate AU

All Parts

Part 24:

You groaned, rolling over to grab your dinging phone off the nightstand.

Rubbing at your eyes, you sat up against your headboard, breathing deeply. As it turns out, a highly emotional day like the one you had yesterday could really tire a person out. It was so tiring in fact that you had collapsed almost the second you fell into bed last night. You had been pretty much dead to the world since.

Opening your phone, you nearly rolled your eyes at the text waiting for you.

You scoffed. He sure was petulant today, wasn’t he?

He began typing again, but deleted his words.

Now, you were a little nervous. You weren’t being clingy- right? Sure, you really wanted nothing more than to see him again, and sort of felt that maybe you were entitled to that considering he was your soulmate, but maybe the feeling wasn’t mutual?

Who were you kidding, he might have texted you but that didn’t mean he liked you as much as you liked him. This was Bakugou after all, and even if he somehow did, he’d rather chew his own leg off than admit it.

You read through the texts again, hoping and praying that you didn’t sound too desperate. It was another few minutes before he responded again. With an answer that really did absolutely nothing to quell your fears.

You blinked owlishly at his reply, before sending him a quick “okay”.

Bakugou always seemed to know when you were overthinking things- and, on one hand, it was annoying because he never understood that him and his dismissive words were the cause, but, on the other hand, it was nice. To finally feel understood for once. And to finally talk to someone who’s responses, when he tried, were intentionally made so blunt that you couldn’t possibly misunderstand them.

Sighing, you pulled your tired body out of bed and headed for the shower. Apparently your plans, which had originally consisted of being lazy the entire afternoon, were suddenly changing. Not that you were complaining though.

--/--

Stepping out of the cab, you noticed the crowd once again swarming the front of the hospital. The horde of people almost seemed to be moving as one mass, pushing and pulsing against the security guards standing at the entrance. There were a lot of people covered in Dynamite merch and face paint, even little kids dressed up like Bakugou and feigning explosions as they played.

It seemed that Bakugou’s heroic deed had put him back in the public’s favor and now they all had gathered in a show of support- and while you could appreciate that as a symbol of community, you selfishly sort of wished they’d leave so visiting him would be less of a spectacle.

You realized suddenly that more of this was definitely going to be in your future; the crowds of screaming people and adoring, over-excited fans. Your soulmate was a pro-hero after all, and quite possibly the loudest man you’d ever met- you should’ve known a quiet life wasn’t going to be an option.

As it stood now, you had almost no idea how you were going to make it through the massive throng of bodies- and, even if you did somehow push to the front, how you were going to convince the guards to let you through at that point.

“Excuse me!” A young girl suddenly grabbed your arm, tiny fingers clasping around your wrist. “Do you know how to get in! I need to get in!”

You were blindsided, stopped in your tracks and held down by the girl. She was young, but not much younger than you- if you had to guess, she was 17 or 18, with bright eyes and a strong grip that surprised you. This, her, was certainly not what you expected out of today.

“I- why do you need to get in so badly?”

“Bakugou!” She exclaims, eyes glazed over starry and adoring. She thrusts out her other wrist, presenting you with a poorly drawn tattoo. “See? I’m his soulmate!”

Your stomach drops, and for a second you nearly believe it- but then you snap out of it, and all you can think about is how strange the situation is. She was young, so obviously young, and so clearly charmed by your soulmate’s hero persona. You thought it was a little funny- if she knew Bakugou like you did, you were almost sure she wouldn’t be as delighted with him.

You weren’t sure how to respond. The immature, prideful part of you wanted to scoff and shake her hands off of you- to tell her just how foolish she looked talking to his actual soulmate. But, then again, you weren’t sure you could say anything about that at all. In all the research you’d done on him, you hadn’t seen a single mention of a soulmate- he never talked about it, never let anyone see even a hint of your name tattooed on him. Maybe he wanted to hide it for the sake of his career? Or, worse, was embarrassed of it?

“H-his soulmate, huh?” You stutter out, unsurely.

“Yep! So that’s why I need to get in there so bad! To make sure he’s okay!” She rambles. “So, will you help me get in?”

“Y/n! Y/n L/n!” You hear a familiar voice yell, and when you look towards the sound, all you see is a flash of red hair and hands waving emphatically.

Kirishima. Thank god.

“I’ve gotta go.” You shake the girl’s hand off, slightly jostling her with the force. “I’m so sorry!”

You hardly recognize the disappointed look in her eyes before your arm is grabbed once again- but this time by a security guard as he leads you to the front. The guard deposits you at the entrance, just a few feet from where Kirishima is waiting for you.

“Sorry about that.” The red-head chuckles nervously, opening the door up for you. “I uh- I woulda said something earlier, but I couldn’t see you to point out for a guard. It’s totally my bad!”

“No, it’s good, you’re good.” You reassure him, following him as he leads you to the stairwell from yesterday. “Thanks for saving me. I was pretty overwhelmed.”

“Yeah. It can get pretty crazy out there- not as crazy as Bakugou, though! You shoulda totally seen him screamin’ and yelling at the window when you walked up. He was super pissed.”

“Sounds like him.” You can’t help but smile. “Doesn’t surprise me at all.”

“Yeah.” Kirishima nods. “Who was that girl- you know her?”

Your silence and the uneasy expression that rolls across your face must give it away- he almost immediately pales.

“Oh! Yeah- sorry, none of my business, right?” Kirishima turns to face you, stopping at the step above you for a moment and throwing out placating hands. “It’s totally cool, don’t feel obligated or anything, I was just curious! Sorry for prying though, that wasn’t manly of me at all.”

You almost couldn’t believe Kirishima was such close friends with Bakugou- he seemed like the total opposite of your soulmate.

“No! It’s fine- I wasn’t offended or anything. Just,” You paused, looking at you feet as they climbed higher. “She wanted me to help her get in. To Bakugou. Said she was his soulmate.”

Kirishima turns around again, his feet nearly catching on the step as his mouth drops open. “She said that? To you! That’s insane!”

“Yep.” You nod, slightly breathless and you finally reached the fourth floor. You let out a small chuckle as you continued down the hallway. “She was young though- definitely a fan, so I didn’t say anything. I didn’t really want to crush her dreams in front of all of those people.”

“Man, that’s good. She’d probably be super upset, right? Good job!” He throws you an enthusiastic thumbs up, all shark teeth and bright eyes. “Still though- I shoulda guessed it was somethin’ crazy like that. You looked totally freaked out back there!”

“Did I really?”

“Mhm,” He nods, finally stopping in front of Bakugou’s door. “I- uh, I better stay out here. He’ll be real mad if I let anyone else through. Especially if you’re in there.”

“Oh. Yeah. Okay.” You push the handle open, turning back for just a moment. “Nice to see you, though. Thanks again for the save, Kirishima!”

When you enter the room, you’re surprised to find Bakugou, grumpy and sitting in a chair next to the window. And not in his hospital bed resting- where you’re almost 100% sure he should be. He’s clad in a weird combination of hospital pants and his own sweatshirt- it only serves to make him look even more petulant as he sits with his pinched expression.

“You seemed real buddy-buddy with Shitty Hair.” He grumbles, but there’s a smile beginning to tug at his lips as you near. “You think he’s better than me or some shit?”

“Oh- yeah. Loads. Loads better actually.” You joke, taking the vacant seat next to him. When you turn to look at him, he’s already glaring at you. “Oh calm down, grumpy, I was joking. Box dye and bandanas aren’t really my thing.”

Bakugou laughs. “He’s been pullin’ that shit since high school. Kinda losin’ all hope he’ll ever be cool.”

“Hey- don’t be mean! Maybe he’s just an extra-late bloomer, you never know.” You sigh, fixing him with a serious stare. “Now, though, we should really move onto more pressing matters.”

“Which are?”

“You in one of these chairs, and not in a hospital bed!” You near shrieked. “Which- by the way, I looked it up- four stories is 40 feet! You fell 40 fuckin’ feet and you’re not in a hospital bed, right now!”

Bakugou just rolls his eyes, fixing his gaze on the window once more. “Stop your freakin’ out already, woman, I’ll be fine. I’m already healed from all the big injuries anyway- so just shut the fuck up about it already.”

“The big injuries- what about the small ones? Bakugou! 40 feet! Do you know how much that is! I feel like you’re not taking this seriously enough!”

“Who cares.” He shrugs, settling into his seat with a slight wince. “Didn’t fuckin’ kill me, so who cares.”

“Me! You idiot! How many times do have to make this clear to you!”

Bakugou just looks at you, eyes widening as he breath catches. He looks genuinely and plainly shocked- easily the most expressive you’d seen him be aside from rolling in pure anger.

“I already told you, you fuckin’ asshole, that I like you and care about you! So of course I’m happy that you’re not dead, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about the small stuff!” You emphasized, sighing as you run an errant hand through your hair. “And I can see you’re still fucking hurt, so of course I’m going to freak out when you’re not in a hospital bed- like you should be, and you’re not sitting there resting- like you should be! Who the hell even helped you up? Why the fuck would they ev-”

“Shut up already. I get it.” He mumbles, and when you look at him his cheeks are bright red and he’s biting his knuckle. His eyes are alive though- bright and simmering and so very, very red. “I got up myself. Don’t go blamin’ anyone else for it.”

“God. Of fucking course you did! You know- you make yourself really hard to care for, right?”

“I know.”

“And it’s just like- I do it anyway, you know! And get shit-all nothing but anxiety and still choose to do it anyway! You’re so fucking frustrating!”

“I know.”

You turn to look at him, but he’s already looking at you, something soft and pleased growing at the edge of his lips.

“No! Don’t just sit there and start smiling.” You huff, pointing an emphatic finger at his stupid smiling face. “I’m mad at you and you need to go back to bed so don’t just fuckin’ smile at me!”

“I get it.”

“No, obviously, you dont! Because you’re not getting up! So, c’mon,” You stand from your chair, offering a hand. “Let me help you.”

Bakugou just looks at your hand, glares at it, and stands by himself. You can see the strain plainly on his face- how the action winds him and how it sends pain shooting through his battered body. When you look at his eyes though, all you can see is resolute stubbornness. With great effort, and even greater determination, Bakugou manages to hobble over to the wall, dropping against it. His shoulders hit first, and then he’s rolling all of his weight back onto them.

You were stunned- not that he chose to do it, because of course he chose to, but mostly that he’d succeeded. You’d seen a clip of his fall, it was playing on the news before you’d left your house, and it looked nasty. When he hit the ground, all of his limbs were so mangled and impact alone knocked him out clean. The injuries he still had, broken bones and cracked ribs, at the very least, must’ve still been causing him great pain- and yet he surpassed those with sheer force of will alone. It would’ve impressed you; if seeing him in so much pain didn’t make you so sad.

“That didn’t look comfortable. I really think you need crutches, angry man.” You point to the bed. “Or you could just go lay back down, like you’re supposed to, and we could forget this whole argument.”

“No thanks. Done bein’ fucking fussed over. The only reason I haven’t left yet is because there’s people everywhere.”

“And because you’re not supposed to, remember?”

“No. It’s good now. Nurse said I could.” He says, groaning when you stare back at him entirely unimpressed. He points to a bundle of papers and medication on the bed. “Look, gave me all the discharge instructions and everything. I’m not fucking lying.”

You walk over, flipping quickly through the packet of instructions. Bakugou wasn’t lying- he really was approved for discharge apparently, albeit under very specific instructions for not over-exerting himself. Which he was obviously doing so great at so far.

Sighing, you folded the papers and placed them in the bag with all of his medicine. Regardless of what he wanted, you were going to make sure he took care of himself. And that included, taking all of the medication and performing the physical therapy outlined on the papers.

“Alright, then. Guess we’re going, after all.” You clap your hands together in finality, before grabbing the bag of medication. “I still think you need crutches though.”

You look him up and down, eyes zeroing in on the way he was huddled against the wall. All his weight was in his shoulders, and in any other situation, you might’ve thought it was an effortlessly cool pose- but not here. Not in this hospital room with him dressed in weird clinical sweats and a childish expression.

“I’m not getting crutches. Lame as shit.”

“Are you kidding me? Your body is literally beat to hell- who cares about how cool you look right now?”

Bakugou just nods toward the window, and you peer down to see the crowd from earlier still gathered below. It seemed like cameras and reporters had also joined, and they were making a worrying amount of headway to the door, pushing against security impatiently. It looked entirely overwhelming, if you were honest.

“If I leave with crutches,” He starts. “Then I gotta hear about that shit for fuckin’ weeks.”

“Are you serious?” You ask appalled. “You’re obviously injured! What the hell are they even gonna s-“

Bakugou just hits you with a pointed stare, and it stops you in your tracks.

He’s right. Any weakness- even crutches when injured- would read bad for his career. It would shatter the illusion people had of him. Of his infallibility and limitless strength.

“It’ll draw too much fuckin’ attention,” He elaborates, pulling the hood over his head. “No shitty sweatshirt could help me then.”

“Wait, that’s your disguise for sneaking out? A sweatshirt?”

Bakugou just nods, suddenly pulling the hood up and over his head. It flattens his wild hair against his forehead, and you nearly squeal. He looks adorable- although still very much like himself. You weren’t so sure this disguise would cut it, but you were pretty much out of other options. It would have to make do.

“Yeah. Okay. I get it, put the hood back down.” You pause, trying your hardest to think of another solution. “How about a wheelchair?”

Bakugou just looks even more offended- like your last request was a front to his very dignity. Hell, knowing him as you did, you figured it probably was.

“Yeah, fine, I get it, angry man- no wheelchair.” You sigh. “At least let me help you then? I mean, it looks like you need something at least.”

“No. I fuckin’ don’t.” He refuses hotly, shifting his weight agitatedly against the wall. “I’m fine.”

You roll your eyes, you should’ve expected him to be difficult about this. It seemed that appearing weak was his greatest fear; you thought that was a little ironic- that his biggest weakness was weakness itself.

“Seriously- please. You look like you’re about to keel over where you stand, Bakugou!”

“I told you not to fuckin’ call me that, anymore.” He retorts angrily, but you watch him wince when he moves too much. “And I told you, I’m fine. So just shut the hell up about it already.”

You watch him for another moment, taking careful stock of the way he leans back on his shoulders and curls his arms around his sides. You didn’t ask him specifically- but you’re sure now, Bakugou’s at least got broken ribs- among many other broken and sprained things probably.

Fine, if he won’t readily accept your help, than you’ll just have to goad him into admitting his own failure.

“Hmm, sure, then step away from the wall then, hot shot.”

He’s quiet, but you watch as his eyebrows pinch and his cheeks redden.

“Why? Stop bein’ fuckin’ weird! I’m just standing for a second, leave me the hell alone, shitty woman.”

You just shake your head. It almost disgusts you how much rolling fondness smothers what should’ve definitely been annoyance.

“So, you’re telling me,” You start, walking a little closer to him. “That if you stepped away from this wall right now- that you wouldn’t immediately fold in half like a lawn chair?”

“No!”

“Okay. So do it then, pop rocks. C’mon. Let’s see.”

“I’m- I’m not just gonna fuckin’ do something just because you goddamn told me too!”

“Not even if it’s a challenge?” You tease, nearing him even more. You’re just a few measly feet away now, staring defiantly up at petulant red eyes. “Because it is- a challenge. I bet you that you can’t do it.”

“Fuck you.” He grits out, but then he’s pushing off his shoulders and standing straight. “See? That’ll teach ya to run your stupid mouth about shit you don’t know dick about.”

“Hmm, good words, Katsuki- expressive, even. We’ll see how long you last.”

He doesn’t say anything, but you can see his jaw clenched down; his shoulder’s strung tightly, the slight twitch in his calves. Katsuki isn’t going to stay upright for much longer.

You move before you even recognize it, sidling up to him and ducking under his arm.

“What are you- Stop! Get the hell away!” He barks harshly, but stands in place, not really doing much other than flushing violently. “It’s- I don’t need your fuckin’ help!”

“No, Katsuki, chill out- stop,” You laugh, rearranging his heavy arm over your shoulder. “If we’re doing this then I’m going to help you!”

“Lemme go! I’ll fuckin’ crush you, I don’t need your help!”

“Okay, yes, fine, maybe you don’t need it, but it would make me feel a whole lot better if you accepted it,” You huff, your hand wrapped tight around his wrist. “And you won’t crush me- I’m a big girl, I promise I’ll be fine. So just stop being stubborn- for me? Please?”

He growls, rolling his eyes to the ceiling- but then he’s shuffling closer to you and shaking his head. If you thought his arm was heavy before, you were sorely mistaken- when Katsuki finally surrenders, the solid weight of all his muscles nearly takes you out. You stumble for a moment before regaining your balance.

“Idiot. Thought you said you could handle it?” Katsuki looks down at you, smirking slightly before once again rolling his eyes. “Now, c’mon, fuckin’ get on with it, sunshine.”

You resist the sudden slight urge to nudge his ribs, or let him collapse to the ground- this was your idea, and you wouldn’t let your child of a soulmate talk you out of helping him.

“So, I was thinking-“ You begin to shuffle with him, slightly breathless. “We sneak out the back. Or something. There’s a crowd outside.”

“Already established that, several times, fuckin’ ages ago, dipshit- and of fuckin’ course there is. It’s me.”

“Oh my god, this is not the time for your ego!” You groan, but still keep a steady pace as you begin, towards the door. “Speaking of, though, one of your fangirls told me somethin’ real interesting on the way in, though.”

“Christ. What?”

“Apparently, she’s your soul mate.” You laugh, shallowly, trying to project a confidence you couldn’t feel. “C’mon, Katsuki, you should’ve told me! Total dick move that I had to find out from her!”

He scoffs, patting your shoulder with the hand strung across it. “You fuckin’ tell her off or somethin’?”

“Nope. I told her that I think you guys would make a really cute couple!”

“Are you fuckin’ serious?”

“No- of course not.” You say stopping in front of the door for a quick break. You suddenly weren’t sure whether you could really do this or not. “I didn’t say much of anything, really, didn’t know if I could.”

“Hah?” He looks down at you funny, red eyes squinting. “Fuck’s that mean?”

“You know, your career? Didn’t wanna say anything just in case.”

“Incase’a what?”

“I- I don’t know,” You stutter, suddenly feeling insecure. You focus your eyes on the tiles beneath your feet so you don’t have to look at his eyes. Eyes that you can feel boring into the side of your head. “Just in case, you know?”

“No. I fuckin’ don’t.” He says, mild irritation coloring his voice from above you. “Stop thinking so goddamn much, I can’t fuckin’ keep up- just tell me what you’re all worked up over.”

“It’s-“ You sigh, ringing your hands together anxiously. “You’re- you’re not embarrassed, right? Because, I know I shouldn’t have done this but I was looking you up again, and I just- I didn’t see anything about you having a soulmate? Anywhere? Ever? Do you just not want people to know or- because that’s totally fine, you know, like I get it, you’ve got this super big career outside of me and I’m totally fine if you just wanna like not say anything to anyone or lik-“

“Idiot. Stop thinking so much.” Bakugou tilts his head towards the ceiling. “I’m not fuckin’ embarrassed of you.”

“T-then why?” You ask hesitantly, while staring at your feet. You’re not sure if it’s the jarring movement as he rearranges his weight or your racing heart, but either way you’re feeling sick. “Actually- you know what, it’s fine, forget I even said anything. It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Bakugou doesn’t say anything, just nods and stays silent. Then he looks down at you, at the way you won’t meet his eyes, and he groans.

“Fuckin- fine. God, you always make me say the most embarrassing shit.” He gripes, flushing slightly as you finally look up at him. “It’s not because of any of that stupid shit. It’s- I fuckin’, ugh, I didn’t want somebody else findin’ you or whatever before I did.”

“What? Find me? Who?”

“God, you’re fuckin’ dense.” He scoffs, but when you look up he’s still smiling lazily down at you. “People. Media. Fuckin’ villians probably too.”

“Holy shit.”

“Chill out. I kept fuckin’ quiet so you don’t gotta worry about that now. Besides-“ He turns his head away, cheeks flushing slightly. “I’d blast all those fuckin’ weaklings to hell if they tried anything now. So don’t get all anxious about it or whatever.”

You just look down at your feet, smiling at his words but still feeling unsure nonetheless. You understood- for sure, but that didn’t mean the weight of all these consequences was easy to bear.

“Now can we go? Are we done worryin’ about stupid shit?” He asks lightly, jostling you slightly. “Got more important things to do.”

You nod, opening the door just to watch Kirishima stumble backwards.

“Oi- shitty hair! What’re you leanin’ against my door like that for?”

“Oh! Hey guys!” He greets cheerfully, before taking stock of the situation. He tilts his head. “You guys leaving?”

“Obviously.” Bakugou scoffs, but then he’s leaning in toward his friend, dropping his other hand heavy on the red-head’s shoulder. “Need ya to distract anyone who walks up here though. Gonna leave the other way and go out the fuckin’ back.”

“Oh- yeah, okay! Got it, man! You sure you should be leaving though?”

“That’s what I said.” You interrupt, glaring Bakugou into silence as he tries to speak. “But he insisted- and I’ve got all his meds and instructions so I think we’ll be alright. Maybe. If we’re lucky.”

“Don’t just fuckin’ talk about me like I’m not standin’ right here, shitty woman!”

“I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t so difficult all the time!” You retorted. “Now, you can handle it from here, right Kirishima? We really could use your help.”

“Yep! Totally got this! You guys go on ahead, I’ll stand guard right here!” He flashes a bright smile at you, before pointing down the hall. “There’s a staff elevator just down there. You should use that- it’ll probably be way faster. Good luck!”

You just nod, smiling brightly at him as you pull Bakugou in that direction.

“Oi- not so fuckin’ fast!” He shouts, stumbling slightly.

“Keep your voice down, angry man! Everyone’s gonna know it’s you!”

“How the fuck is my voice gonna give it away?” He says, while simultaneously screaming like a banshee in the middle of an otherwise quiet hallway.

“Like that! So keep it down, good fucking lord.” You grumble, a breath of relief leaving your mouth as you finally near the elevator. You push the button, sighing as the doors open.

Bakugou shuffles away from you, leaning against the back wall and staring moodily at you as you press the button. The elevator surges downward, and after a minute or so the doors began to open again. You shouldered his arm once more looking up to see him pulling the hood of the sweatshirt farther down his face. He looked adorable and you couldn’t keep yourself from staring.

“Oi- fuck you lookin’ at, woman?”

“Nothing.” You laughed. “Now, c’mon, we’ve still got a ways to go.”

Sneaking Bakugou out was no easy affair to begin with, and he certainly didn’t help whatsoever. His frame was just too large and too heavy, and there was no possible way he could be quiet, especially considering his thundering steps, even when he wasn’t screaming. He seemed to attract attention no matter where he was or what he was doing. People were starting to stare as you booked it towards the back exit- you needed to move. And quick.

“Jesus christ,” You huffed, breathless and slightly irritated. You point at his stomach as you pull him along. “I know you’re hurt, but could you at least try and engage those core muscles you so obviously have?”

“You said you’d be fuckin’ fine, sunshine.”

“God, you’re difficult.” You shook your head, rolling your eyes at the sight of his amused little half-smile. “You think this is funny don’t you?”

Bakugou doesn’t say anything, but when you look up at him, there’s still that small smile edging at his lips. He seems to hold it, even through his grunts of obvious pain.

“Wow, of course you do. Immature, angry, loud man.”

“Who says I’m fuckin’ loud?” He asks hotly, pulling his shoulders in as you both shimmy through the, admittedly, small back door. “I’m not fucking loud!”

“God, you’re screaming right now! Do you even hear yourself?” You wince, but feel relieved as you help him hobble to the curb. “How’s a taxi sound, pop rocks?”

“Don’t fuckin’ call me that. I hate it. Don’t do it again.” He grumbles. “But it’s fine- whatever, I don’t care.”

“Great.”

You raise your hand up, nearly crying in relief when a taxi rolls up to the curb. When you help Bakugou in, and slide in the seat next to him, you’re almost overcome with satisfaction. Sneaking him out was one of the most difficult tasks you thought you’d ever taken on- both physically and mentally, and god, were you glad it was over.

--/--

As it turns out, explosive personalities don’t always lend themselves to explosive environments.

Bakugou’s apartment was clean, tidy, nearly spotless when you helped him walk in. It surprised you, truly, but he didn’t let you sit on that thought for long. He brushed you off, hobbling slowly down a long hallway without a word. It takes a few minutes, but Bakugou enters the room at the end and slams the door shut behind him.

Oh- What exactly were you supposed to do now?

In reality your fingers were itching to open drawers and rifle through cabinets, and just generally snoop but you, of course, knew better. So you instead chose to read through the instruction papers and medications once more- just to busy yourself and maybe see if there was anyway you could help him. Since, apparently, Bakugou was not keen on asking you for assistance himself.

You hear the door open again, and Bakugou comes unsteadily down the hallway, nearly collapsing when he reaches his couch. He’s dressed in new sweats, and he turns to look at you.

“Fuck you doin’ over there?”

“Meds, angry man.” You say, doling out the few necessary pills from a bottle. “Where’s your glasses?”

“You don’t have to fuckin’ do that.”

“What- you’re gonna force yourself to get up again?” You ask him, unimpressed. “You’re hurt, so just please let me help you. At least with this.”

He nods tightly, mouth pressed into a thin line. “Glasses are in the cabinet behind ya.”

You nod, filling a glass of water for him and walking the medication over. Watching as he took it, you weren’t exactly sure what to do now. So you just sort of hovered next to the couch, arms around your stomach anxiously.

“What’re you doing- sit the fuck down already, idiot.” He pats the seat next to him. “Stop being weird. Freaks me the hell out.”

“Yeah. Sorry.” You laughed. “Just didn’t wanna assume- in case you wanted me to leave or something.”

“Wouldn’t have let you in if I wanted you to leave. Dumbass.” He reaches over, flicking your forehead lightly. “Your stupid thoughts are clogging up the air. Stop it.”

“Hey!” You whine, rubbing at your forehead. “Not nice, angry man! I’ll let it go this time, but try it again and I promise you’ll really be hurting.”

“Mhm. I’m sure.”

He settles further into the couch, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. The mid-day sun floods through the window, hitting the column of his throat, and casting him in gold. You think he’s beautiful then. Far more beautiful than anyone else you’d ever known.

“Yeah, sorry.” You breathe out, suddenly a little nervous by your close proximity to him. “Think those’ll probably make you a little sleepy.”

“Fuckin’ stellar.”

“Don’t sound so grumpy- it’s just a nap. And besides, you should probably be taking one anyway.”

“It’s not that.” He peeks an eye open, lazily rolling his head to catch your gaze. “You hungry?”

“No- I’m good. Are you?” You ask suddenly. “I can totally get you something? Or make you something? What do you have here? What do you want?”

“Jesus, sunshine. Slow the fuck down.” He breathes, turning his head back to the ceiling with a small, fond, smile. He sighs sleepily. “I’m good. Just wanted to ask ya.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

He mumbles something, but you don’t quite catch onto it. It’s quiet for a few moments, before his breathing is starting to slow. Your surprised at just how tired he seems to be, but then again, he was taking some pretty strong pain meds. As it stands now, he seemed minutes from falling asleep, and you were worried about the strain he was putting on his neck.

“Hey- you shouldn’t fall asleep like that.” You touch his shoulder lightly, fingers just barely brushing the fabric of his shirt. “Lay down, I’ll get up.”

Bakugou just opens his eyes, only glancing at you for a moment before he closes them again. Then he’s tipping over, a flurry of heavy limbs and awkward weight hitting your lap. When you look down at him, his eyes are squeezed tightly closed and he’s blushing wildly. He kicks his feet up off the floor, and settles in, quickly becoming deadweight across your thighs.

“O-oh.” You say, breathless. “Yeah. Okay.”

“Mhm. Now shut the fuck up, I’m tryin’ to sleep.”

“Yeah.”

You’re winded, short of breath and flushing bright red from his actions; but still, you find you absolutely can’t help yourself. So, with shaking breaths, you’re carding fingers through his hair before you can think better of it.

When you look down at him, Bakugou’s only gone brighter red, but he’s smiling too. He stills, before suddenly peaking one eye open.

“Wake me up for dinner, alright, idiot?”

You nod and then he’s closing his eyes again, chest rising and falling slowly. He’s asleep and dead to the world in just a few minutes, but you can’t stop staring.

You knew you liked him- liked him a lot, as a person, not just a soulmate. You liked his weird brand of humor and his insults and death threats. You liked his masked concern and blunt words, you were even strangely fond of his yelling- but you weren’t prepared for just how much those feelings would amplify when he was so close. He was close, and warm, and breathing under your fingertips and you liked him so much. More than you’d ever liked anything or anyone else in your entire life.

You were stricken, absolutely smitten, and there was nothing you could do about it. Or even wanted to really. So you just stared, eyes tracking his calm features as you worked careful fingers through his soft hair.

You understood now- why so many of your peers had told you they were jealous. Why they had all sighed dreamily when you told them, before immediately wishing to be you. Having a soulmate was inexplicable completeness and undeniable purpose- it was finality and new beginnings all in one.

You understood now, and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

//-//

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Messy kisses are left across her neck, sparing any marks that can’t be covered with a heavy coating of concealer and foundation and the turtleneck that she’s chosen to wear for the day. Teeth nip at his bottom lip, wanton moans echoing around the silent elevator, the ever so slight dings telling the two that the office and, more importantly, the sofa that they were in search of is only minutes away. Hands are heavy against each other’s skin, bruising beneath the knitted sweater dress and the blue and white striped suit that decorated his toned figure, his hair swept back and away from his forehead in the way she likes, gelled to perfection, one strand of hair falling to his forehead that he’s sure she’ll brush away when he’s on top of her in a few minutes time. Comfortable routines, they’ve fallen into, as the CEO and COO of Bode’s London office, making their early morning coffee runs before the assistants have shown up at a bright and early nine, and finding their way to the office at eight, where for an hour, their hands are nearly glued to each other’s bodies and their lips are attached at the seams.

“Fuckin’ insatiable,” Harry moans against her, harshly biting her neck and smirking against her skin when she tugs at the root of his hair as a warning, although Harry never really took to her warnings much. “Miss Taylor, tell me something. What am I going to do with you, sweetheart? Havin’ me fuck you in our offices before our assistants come in with our coffees. Quite the naughty girl I have.”

“Fuck me, Harry,” she says in a whimpered tone, absolutely enthralled by the way his lips are moving on her skin, the way his hands are squeezing her backside and itching to tear at the seam of her tights. “Couldn’t find another pair of tights, this morning. Must’ve run out at your place. Can’t tear these ones. Think I can make it up to you, though.”

“Fuck’s sake,” he says, his hand splaying flat against the wall of the elevator as her fingertips begin to unbuckle his belt, the clanking of the metal making her thighs clench together as she remembers the night the belt hit deliciously against her ass, bruising her and making it difficult to sit for nearly two days. “Are you really going to drop to your knees fo’ me in the middle of the fucking elevator?”

“That depends on if you want me to, sir,” Jo says innocently, batting her eyelashes and staring at him through hooded doe eyes, her thumbs already tucking in the waistband of his briefs and massaging his taut thighs delicately. “Quite obvious to me that someone needs something, or they’re going to be quite angry at work, all day long.”

“Open your mouth,” Harry says sternly, gently gathering her hair and wrapping it in his fist, the handmade curls falling around his rings and his white knuckles as she slowly licks the underside of his shaft, slowly circling and suckling on the bright red tip on her tongue, her lips slowly but surely sinking around his entirety, all that she can take in her mouth, her hand going to hold the rest and pump alongside her bobbing head. “Look so fuckin’ pretty with your mouth around m’cock, sweetheart.”

That compliment never fails to make her moan. Her vibrations around him make his cock twitch in her mouth, the tightness in his stomach building from the sensitivity of the morning time to the way she’s so amazing at giving him head, the way she knows the way he loves when she gently cups him and squeezes as his tip reaches the back of her throat, when her nails dig crescents into his cheeks, to the way her tongue sloppily wets his shaft and she sucks in a breath and takes him all the way down her throat, nuzzling her nose into his pubic hair and letting her eyes water.

Harry groans, tightening his grip around her hair and scratching at her scalp soothingly, the gagging noises and the wet slurps that sound in the silent elevator driving him absolutely wild. All of this is filthy – every single part of it. From the way Harry and Jo sneak in a quick fuck in their offices in the morning – nearly every morning – to the way Harry’s slid his hand between her legs at board meetings to the way Jo’s fallen to her knees beneath his desk as he takes a call overseas to headquarters in New York City. All of it is downright filthy.

And they love it.

Harry’s orgasm comes quickly, staring intently as she happily swallows everything on her tongue, the excess wiped on his thumb and tucked between her lips before she stands on her feet and wipes beneath her eyes as if she hadn’t had his cock down her throat only seconds before while he adjusts his trousers on his waist. Harry kisses her deeply, his hands wrapping around her waist and bringing her into his chest, their tongues sharing his taste and moans and savoring the kisses that are shared in the intimacy of the lonesome elevator.

“Take me to your office, H,” Jo whimpers, squeezing her thighs around his waist tighter as he takes their bags and tosses them lightly on the couch in the waiting area of the lobby. Harry can feel the heat between her thighs radiating onto him and it’s driving him insane. Their assistants would take the respective bags to their offices during their morning meetings as they always do, along with their secondary coffees and teas and the meeting notes for the remainder of the afternoon. “Take me to your office and fuck me.”

“Having me in your throat wasn’t enough, baby?” Harry teases, opening his door with a nudge of his foot and walking to his desk, laying her down on the edge and closing the door behind him, the blinds shut, and the curtains drawn together. “Need me in you, too?”

“Piss off with all the teasing and fuck me like you mean it,” she says, reaching beneath her dress and yanking down the tights on her thighs. “Unless you don’t mean it.”

Harry undoes his trousers, once again, his cock hard between his fingertips as he gently pumps his shaft and leans his hip against the side of the desk, his eyes wide and staring at where her legs are parted and her thighs are open for his to stand between, the wetness of her arousal soaking through the white lace underwear she’s taken to wearing for the day. Jo never fails to make him absolutely speechless, absolutely enthralled by her. “My sweet girl, I always mean it when I fuck you; you should know that about me by now.”

Harry, who rarely gives her a warning when he’s going to thrust into her, drags his tip along her slit, collecting the wetness on his skin and rubbing it over his shaft, moaning at the warmth that she radiates as her legs hook around his waist and bring him closer to her. Jo moans at the sensation, the feeling, soaking in the way his cock so easily slips into her warmth, his fingertips digging into her hips, his mouth finding hers and kissing her deeply, passionately, hungrily. Her nails dig crescents into his shoulders, her moans echoing on his tongue as he absolutely destroys her, thrusting into her so quickly that she’s sure the desk is going to break from beneath them, her thigh propped on his shoulder, giving him easy access to the spot inside of her that makes her shiver around him, that makes her clench and squeeze and whimper his name in the most delicious way.

“Harry,” Jo moans into Harry’s ear, tugging at the roots of his hair and whimpering for a deeper touch, his thumb immediately going to her mouth and pushing between her lips, her tongue swirling around his fingertip and clenching around his cock with a groan as he takes the finger and begins circling her nerves between her thighs, the sensations all at once becoming too much for the early morning sensitivity. “Fuck me, fuck me.”

“Be a good girl,” Harry grunts, his thrusts becoming slightly sloppy and the pace slowing slightly, her thigh beginning to ache over his shoulder and the tensity of the thrusts starting to work at her orgasm, the burning coil in her stomach too much for her so early in the morning. Jo needs the release, needs to let the orgasm wash over her and her eyes to squeeze shut and the world to shut down momentarily for her to only see stars and Harry and savor in the feeling. “Cum for me.”

“God, you’re so good, fuck,” she moans, her orgasm washing over her senses and blinding her vision, her thighs shaking uncontrollably around him, the feeling of his orgasm spilling into her making her orgasm hit harder, every feeling of warmth wrapped inside of her almost too much sensationally. His thumbs rub her thighs soothingly, comfortingly, his lips touching her forehead and gently wiping the sweat that was beading at her hairline lovingly. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, sweetheart. Anytime.”

Harry Styles wouldn’t ever admit this, but surely, they’re in love, somehow, someway. Could they even not be? Having sex with Jolene Taylor for nearly two years now, the two together are the most sought-after pairing in the fashion industry. Having worked together at the New York City Office, the founders were searching for a dynamic pairing that would open the London Office, and Harry Styles and Jolene Taylor were the ones for the job.

Harry Styles. Originally from Manchester, moved to New York City to pursue his dream in the fashion industry and only a short year later was being promoted in within the company and meeting higherups and extending his name to contacts beyond his wildest dreams. His insecurely rooted masculinity made for interesting conversations between the two, mainly arguments about whether or not they were an official thing even though neither of them had had sex with another person since they began sleeping together before their move back home two years ago. Harry wanted to be something with Jo. Truly, it’s as simple as that to Harry. To Harry, there wasn’t another person in the world that could frustrate, annoy, irritate, anger him the way she does, but it is something that he adores her for. He loves that she’s headstrong and independent and capable, that she’s smart and talented and fucking beautiful. He’s downright obsessed with her and anyone in the room could see it. Only, she can’t see it that way, or she chooses not to.

Jolene Taylor. Originally from Brighton, went to the London College of Fashion and landed an internship in New York City at the bright age of twenty. Only, at the age of twenty-one, she found herself working with the biggest brands in the fashion industry, the biggest names, the ones that could teach her everything and everything about fashion that she hadn’t learned or even thought of. Overwhelming commitment issues led to many arguments between the two, especially on Harry’s end since he was clinging to the titles of their relationship more than she was. Harry was nearing thirty, only a few hours away, and he wants to settle down, have a family. Jo knows this. Honestly, her heart is in it with Harry – really, it is – but there is a hinderance every time he asks for her to be his girlfriend, something to get in the way. Could it be the idea that Harry is set on his wife not working, or that Harry’s a proper dick to the employees on a bad day – the ones that don’t know how to do their job, mostly – or the idea that their lives in the company would turn into chaos if they had to admit they were together to their bosses. Could it be anything of the sort?

Many reasons were stacking together as to why Jo wasn’t committing to Harry, and it was beginning to make for tension between the two lovebirds. Especially in moments, like these.

Harry is fixing his belt, his eyes trained on where Jo is delicately bringing up her tights and situating the band beneath her sweater dress, the maroon color accentuating her skin just right. His heart is pounding in his ears, his perfectly gelled hair coming slightly undone from the way she was tugging on it only minutes ago, and his comb is tucked away in his desk, ready to be used and adjust his hair for the day, to have himself business worthy and not looking as though he was fucking his girlfriend – or whatever he could call her – minutes before their assistants walk in the building. Her hands smooth over the dress, over the knitted material that is barely covering her thighs, the black tights all too enticing to him to tear apart at the seams and take her once more. Harry knows she wouldn’t mind that all too much. Jo enjoys being taken anywhere and everywhere way too much to ever say a thing about it.

“Happy Birthday, by the way,” Jo smirks, taking a seat in the chair in front of Harry’s desk, brushing through her hair lightly and letting the curled waves fall along her shoulders. Harry sets the mirror he bought for her in front of her, excusing himself momentarily to grab their bags and specifically grab her makeup that was tucked away in her bag for the day. “Have your present at home in my apartment.” Harry narrows his eyes at her. “And I’ll be happy to give it to you later, Harry.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. Quite a way to start my thirtieth, hm?” Harry hums, kissing her hair and sitting in the chair beside her, watching as she carefully ties her hair back and pulls two strands from the front to hang along her face, his eyes intently staring as she blinks through her mascara and the blush and the bronzer – he’s learned the names of the products after all this time – the glitter adorning her cheeks making his cheeks flush bright pink with adoration. “Look fuckin’ drop dead gorgeous,” he says breathily, waiting until she’s rubbed her lip gloss together before holding his hand out and gesturing for her to take a seat on his thighs, to come sit with him for moment before the chaos of their day begins. “Jolene Taylor, you’re fuckin’ hot, and all mine to gawk at.”

Her laugh brightens his whole day, Harry swears by it, and when she giggles and hides her face in his neck, Harry swears that his heart is going to burst with love and adoration for this woman instantly in his chest. Her hands gently cup his face, kissing his lips sweetly and a laugh echoing on his skin when he tickles her waist, her hands holding his shoulders as she wiggles out of his grasp and onto the ground, finding her heels and slipping the slick black boot onto her feet. Harry smacks her backside playfully, earning a squeak from her and a laugh from him, as he stands from his chair and walks around to the chair behind his desk, taking the mirror and setting it in its rightful place, turning on his computer and taking a look at the emails that have already been filling in at nearly nine in the morning.

“Alright, Mr. Styles, you get three stolen work kisses, today. Only because it’s your thirtieth. Make them count and choose them wisely,” she says, walking towards the door and carrying her bag alongside her. “Make sure they’re private ones, too. Think our assistants are catching onto us.”

“Only three? That seems a bit cruel, Miss Taylor,” Harry drags, rolling his eyes when she squints and narrows her eyes warningly at him. Harry’s smile is impossible to erase from his features, the way she so effortlessly makes him happy making his whole day ten times brighter, start to finish. “Fine! Fine! Three. That’s only for here, though. Expect a lot more when we get back to mine.”

“All right,” she smirks, smiling widely at the man sitting with his leg propped on his knee, the spread position only attractive when he’s the one doing it. Jolene finds herself thinking about Harry a lot in that way, that something is only attractive when he’s the one doing it. “Harry Styles, you’re hotter than hot.” Almost as if she’s in love with him.

Certainly not that; that couldn’t be.

Harry snorts, shaking his head and returning his stare to his computer, waiting rather impatiently for his assistant to arrive with his coffee. Meetings would preoccupy his entire day, not seeing the use of taking the day off for his thirtieth when his girlfriend – or whatever she wants to be called – would be working, too. All Harry would do if he was at home would be to wish that Jolene was with him and maybe have a wank or two. Quite pointless when his girl – she is his girl, whether she outwardly admits it or not – would be willing to go down on him at the office had he gone.

This is where Harry’s at, now, working on his thirtieth birthday, freshly fucked and admittedly exhausted from the activities the night before that involved the girl he’s obsessed with and his submissive side and pretty pink handcuffs in his bedside table. His eyes travel to the knock on his door, his assistant right on time with his coffee and the magazines for the day, the reports for their stock and daily sales already sent to his email.

“Happy Birthday, Mr. Styles,” Carson smiles, setting the coffee on his desk alongside the magazines in the way he likes, setting the only breakfast he likes – a croissant from the café thirty minutes away – on the stack and grinning. “Have you got any big plans to celebrate the day?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” Harry says curtly, very much aware of the flirting that she’s trying to persuade out of him. Harry’s only interested in flirting with one person, however, and that person is very much like him – very jealous. “Have you got any plans for the weekend?”

And instantly Harry regrets asking.

“Actually, I was going to see if you wanted to, maybe, um get a drink with me on Saturday night,” Carson wonders nervously, taking a step backwards away from his desk and fiddling with her thumbs. Carson is pretty, Harry has to admit, with her blonde hair and blue eyes and the subtle freckles on her cheeks. Carson is pretty, yes, but Harry wouldn’t say she’s his type; she’s too young, firstly, secondly, he’s her boss, directly giving her orders every morning and afternoon. That’s simply wrong to Harry. Bit cliché, if he’s honest. Too cliché for him. Harry must’ve taken too long to answer, because quickly Carson follows with, “Um, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. This is wrong of me.”

“Carson, it’s okay,” Harry says smoothly, and her entire demeanor changes into something less nerve-wracking. “Honestly, ’m flattered, but, um, ’m seeing someone at the minute, and they wouldn’t be too happy with me if ‘m caught on a date with someone else, you know.”

“Understandable,” she says sadly, slightly disappointed. “All of your meetings for the day are in the calendar. Are you going to lunch, today? Would you like for me to order your usual with Miss Taylor?”

“Mr. Styles will be coming to lunch with me, Carson.” Harry smirks as Jolene interrupts Carson’s conversation, smirking devilishly at him and slyly winking at him, and Harry knows what she’s thinking about for lunch. On their hour lunch break, Harry can anticipate having his head between her thighs, devouring his favorite meal, absolutely losing himself in her scent and her taste. “Thank you, though.” Carson leaves quietly and uncomfortably aware of what the relationship was like between the two.

“Obviously, your jealousy senses were tingling,” Harry teases, scooting away from his desk and opening his thighs for her to sit on, her body travelling across the office and to where his legs were slightly parted for her to sit between. Her smirk widens when she sits at the edge of his desk, her thighs barely open for him to slot himself between, her heels making their height difference nearly invisible as he stands and sets his hands on either side of her thighs, his nose brushing against hers as he steals a kiss. One. His mouth nearly hangs open at the sight, the way she’s seducing him in broad daylight in their office, the romance never lost between the two. “Carson asked me on a date, this weekend.”

Harry hates to admit that he loves the jealousy, because that would point towards the toxicity that she hates and complains to him about, but truthfully, he loves when her eyes grow a little wider and her lips press into this straight line that has him wanting to drag his thumb across her bottom lip and pulling her the pink plumpness from between her teeth. Jolene’s reaction is exactly what Harry anticipated, the angry stare and the way her lip is bitten between her teeth. All of it, everything, is exactly what Harry anticipated, what Harry wanted.

This would certainly be one of those situations.

“Oh,” is all she says, trying to fight the urge to grab his chin and kiss him once more, to kiss him hard and soft all at once, to claim her territory and remind him who he really loves being with. “Nice. Carson’s young, only twenty-two. Didn’t know you were into that, Mr. Thirty.”

“All that had to be said was a sweet decline, sweetheart,” Harry says, taking her chin between his index finger and thumb and pressing his lips to hers in three kisses. Two. Three. Four. “My baby is jealous of a younger girl. My sweetheart. Tell me, is there anything to make it better, Miss Taylor?”

“Quit teasing me about it, and we’ll see,” she says quickly, shaking her head and leaning off the desk, walking around the wooden table and nearing the closed door. Harry’s assistants know better than to leave without shutting the door when anyone comes into his office, especially Miss Taylor. “Came in here to tell you that you have to be in for my meeting, today. Have everyone in there to talk about everything with the new interns coming in when the new year starts.”

“Okay.” Harry looks at Jo with stars in his eyes, whilst Jo nearly passes out from the way Harry’s staring and how much it’s driving her mad that she can’t take him right then and there. “I think it’s incredibly sexy that you’re jealous of a twenty-two-year-old, right now. Can’t stop thinking about how you think you could ever be replaced with her. Only an idiot would make a mistake like that. Certainly not me. ‘Course she’s a lovely girl, but personally, we much prefer our women older, wiser, brunette, perky tits, you know, the works.”

Jolene stares at Harry with narrow eyes, arms folding across her chest dramatically as she leans against the door to leave his office, her forehead leaning against the frame as she looks at him with confusion written across her features. “We?”

“Me and my friend that you are well acquainted with.”

“Harry Styles, you are absolutely ridiculous. Childlike, really.”

“Considering you’re sayin’ this, and yet, it’s still my birthday and you’re still going to have sex with me,” Harry says dryly, a twinge of amusement etched into his tone, “I think you don’t care all that much. Or you think I’m funny. Care to tell me which it is?”

“No,” she says, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. “Get to work, Harry. Have a meeting with all our employees in an hour that you have to be at.”

“Come on, love,” he teases, puckering his lips and standing on his feet and walking towards the door to meet her halfway. “Kiss before you leave?”

“Harry Styles, you’re so dramatic, you could’ve been an actor,” she swears, smirking into his touch when his fingers grab her chin and tilt her face towards his, kissing her sweetly and quickly, enough to barely taste the gloss still lingering on her lips. “That’s more than three, Mr. Styles.”

“Don’t really give a shit,” Harry says with a shrug, earning an eye roll from his girl and a tug to his hair. And the next sentence spilled from his tongue sends Jolene, Harry, and Carson, who is walking through the door unexpectedly, through the ringer. “I’ll kiss my girlfriend whenever I choose to, Miss Taylor. And I doubt you’ll have an issue with that.”

“I, um, I’m so sorry, I should’ve knocked.” Carson hurriedly leaves the room, wide eyes and bright pink cheeks, all of her suspicions suddenly confirmed and her embarrassment overwhelming through her veins. “I’m so sorry, again,” she says, poking her head in slightly after Harry’s let go of Jo’s face and laid his hand on her waist to make sure she wouldn’t run away. “I’ll go.”

“Carson,” Harry says sternly, and immediately the young girl turns around and is silent, “this stays between us three, yeah?” Carson nods hurriedly, her cheeks bright red, and her mouth glued shut. “That’s settled.”

“Even on your birthday, you find a way to be on my shit list,” she says, smacking his shoulder and turning around, rolling her eyes when he grabs her wrist and yanks her into his chest. “Know that I hate when you call me that. Especially to my face.”

“Could you be any more fuckin’ ridiculous?” Harry moans, wrapping his arm around her waist and holding her to his chest, his lips curled near her ear, whispering, watching as goosebumps shiver along her skin at the sensation. “Get over it. Our relationship moved way past fucking about a year and a half ago. Maybe you should think about it. Otherwise, yeah, I’ll go out with someone that’s not you, this weekend.” Harry lets her go, nodding his head towards the door and walking towards his desk, sitting silently as she stands there gawking with her jaw agape. “Go, Miss Taylor. Heard me loud and clear. Have a meeting in thirty and I need to get ready.”

And Harry barely says a word to her for the rest of the day. That drives Jolene absolutely insane.

Only words that were spoken indirectly at her were when they were in the meeting for their review of the interns coming in and their respective roles within the departments and the marketing directors were talking quietly in the background, likely something to say about the gossip flying around that an assistant saw the two executives kissing in his office – not that he minded the rumors because then it meant the men in the office would stop flirting with his girlfriend – and Harry got angry all too quickly. Harry and his anger, Jo always said, reacted far too quickly for their own good.

Harry stood on his feet, looked directly at the Marketing Directors, Lauren and Beth, and said, “Do you think what Miss Taylor has to say doesn’t pertain to you, Miss Ivy and Miss Lockley? Is that what this is? Last time I checked, this presentation was in regard to all departments of Bode London, which would include Marketing. Would it not? Am I mistaken, here?”

Lauren and Beth looked absolutely ghostly afterwards, taking notes on the company computers and asking questions regarding their interns and never taking their eyes off their executives at the front of the table. “No, sir,” Lauren said shakily, turning back to her notes and writing quickly.

Lunch is the first time Harry and Jo speak since the meeting. Lunch, their only alone time beyond mornings before their assistants get in, is set with a date at a quaint sushi restaurant in the city, one that she’s taken him to before, one that has been a location for their secretive dates many a times. Harry gives Jo his jacket on the back of her chair, knowing she always gets cold, and takes a seat across from her, their feet toying with each other beneath the table as the waiter comes and takes their order, politely interrupting their mindless conversation about the day and the business that would take over the remainder of their day. Her fingertips toy with the rings on his fingers, particularly the initial rings that she bought him from Gucci only a year before that he has yet to take off. His rings are what make his hardened demeanor, she thinks, the coldness to the touch that makes him seem so much more rogue and angrier than he truly is.

Coming from her perspective, at least.

“Thank you for standing up for me during the meeting, today,” she says softly, intertwining their fingers and squeezing his hand lovingly. “Lauren and Beth only listen to me when I’m reaming their department for doing something wrong.”

“Hardly makes sense,” Harry says, shaking his head in disbelief. “Makes more sense to listen to the COO of the company than the department chair, and yet those two won’t listen to you.”

“’s because you’re more, assertive, with everyone than me,” she says delicately, trying hard to not offend him any further than she might already have earlier on in the morning. “Assertive is a nice way to say it.”

“Nice way of calling me an ‘asshole’, sweetheart,” Harry scoffs, a breathy laugh leaving his lips as he squeezes her hand again and kisses her knuckles. “Have to do what I have to do to be a good boss, though. Haven’t heard any complaints about my ‘assertiveness’, just yet. Certainly not from you.”

“That’s because I’ve always found myself attracted to the assholes, Harry,” she admits, shrugging her shoulders and squeaking when he tugs her ankles slightly and brings her chair closer to the table, their faces mere inches from each other. “More so, the assholes that are good in bed, but assholes, nonetheless.”

“Good in bed, yeah? That’s what you think of me?”

“Maybe,” she shrugs, taking a sip from her drink and licking her lips seductively, watching the way his eyes trace over her mouth and features. “Mean, that has been our relationship for nearly three years. Think that it would make sense that I think about it from time to time, you know, for reflection.”

“All right, sweetheart,” Harry teases, shaking his head and clicking his tongue. “Whatever you say.”

Harry and Jo make conversation about the upcoming New York Fashion Week until their food arrives, eating silently and occasionally sharing dishes while they discuss how they would avoid making a scene with each other and their bosses at the headquarters in the city. Harry talks about how Carson made all the arrangements and they’ll be sharing a connecting room, which makes their lives much easier when it comes to sharing a bed. Harry knows that that’s why Jo’s face turns slightly into a pout, her lips tucked into a straight line and her fork shoving her leftover rice around her dish frustratedly. Harry nearly asks her to say it out loud, to say something.

“Can’t believe Carson asked you out,” she says after a moment, leaning back in her seat and tucking her arms across her chest. “’m not jealous, ‘m just pissed. Quite unprofessional, if you ask me.”

“Couldn’t us having sex be considered the same?”

“Mean, yeah, but.” Her thoughts scatter at the end of the sentence, barely forming a coherent thought before saying, “Maybe I should talk to her.”

“Getting another one of my assistants to quit because you intimidated them? No way. Not happening, Jolene. Not a chance in hell. Carson is actually a good assistant,” Harry says quickly, barely giving her a chance to finish her sentence and thought. “All because you’re jealous, no way.”

“Harry, I am not intimidating. I’m not!”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Harry says teasingly, shaking his head and clicking his tongue dramatically, “You are, singlehandedly, the most intimidating woman I have ever met.”

“Didn’t make Elizabeth quit, last year,” she says under her breath, quickly taking the check from the waiter and giving her credit card, shaking her head when his eyes narrow at her warningly. “Of her own volition, her resignation said so.”

“That was after you spoke to her about flirting in the work environment,” Harry laughs, brushing his fingers through his hair and staring longingly at the woman in front of him. “’s okay to be jealous, sweetheart. Quite obvious that you are, and it’s a bit hot, if ‘m honest.”

“Harry Styles, you are demented,” she mutters breathily, her toes and heel dragging along his calves and drawing a circle on his thigh. “Only a sick bastard would think that the girl he’s fucking being jealous the way we are is hot.”

“Call me sick.”

Leaning back in her chair, Jo stares at Harry up and down, taking in the smirk on his features and the way his arms are mimicking hers across his chest. “Maybe, just maybe, I think you’re hot. Maybe. Certainly, it’s not set in stone.”

“Oh yeah? Maybe, I think you’re hot, too. Maybe.”

Going between Harry defending her at the meeting and teasing her at lunch, Jo was left with being unable to think about anything but taking him in the backseat of his car. Makes sense as to why the two make a break for the vehicle in the lot and their private hiding spot on the highest level of the garage.

“Fuckin’ infuriating, you are,” Harry groans, breathing heavily as she grinds her hips beautifully on his, the steam on the tinted windows blockading the view of her turtleneck tugged over her torso and the scent of their sex and sweat and – may they say it – love overwhelming their senses. “Fuck, I’m in love with you, though. I bloody am.”

Harry’s certainly never said that before.

“’cuse me?”

“Heard me loud and fuckin’ clear, sweetheart,” Harry groans, taking control and moving his thumb along her nerves between her thighs, desperately seeking their releases and the feeling of her tightening around him. “That’s it, baby. Move on me.”

“Can’t believe you said you love me,” she says, swiveling her hips and slowly sinking on his cock and grinding deeply, her toes curling with the sensation of his fingertips on her clit and his shaft reaching her hilt. “Fuck, you fuck me so good, Harry.”

“Tell me you love me.”

Harry is so deep inside her, so thick and full and mesmerizing, that she nearly says it. Nearly. “I love, love fucking you. Love being with you.”

“Tell me you love me,” Harry says again, wrapping his arm around her waist and grabbing her throat lightly, the moan that leaves her tongue enough to make him orgasm, right then and there. “Know that you do.”

Unable to even give a warning, the intensity of Harry’s hand around her throat and the confession he’s given her, the way she feels so full of him and his love and his cock, Jo clenches around him, her orgasm spilling over her with bright white lights and flashing stars behind her hooded eyes, heavy breathing and intense sensations tingling her senses. Harry spills into her without warning, the feeling of her tightening around him almost too much to bear with the emotions of the heightened confession.

“You’re right, Harry,” she admits in a cloudy haze, her forehead laying on his shoulder and her heart beating rapidly in her chest, the breathing heavy and erratic. “I think I might.”

“Might what, sweetheart. Say it.”

“Might love you.”

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Confessions in the car after sex are not typically where Harry envisioned saying the three most important words to Jolene for the first time. Actually, it was the last place Harry imagined it to happen for himself. However, there he was, blissfully vulnerable midway through sex with the love of his life – he had every right to admit that, now – when his mouth was spewing the words before the filter in his brain could check the situation. Making matters worse – or better, depending on which one you’re asking – Harry was vulnerable with Jo, who drunkenly admitted that she may or may not love him, too.

Office hours from then on were a buzz and a blur, the remainder of the day working quite quickly and everyone seeming to leave the two alone for the lack of a better word. Lauren and Beth made personal apologies to Miss Taylor after lunch; Miss Taylor, naturally, accepting the somewhat forced apology and thanking the girls for their hard work with the upcoming interns, and apologizing for Mr. Styles’ harsh attitude. Harry could hear everything Jo was saying to the girls through his office wall. He stayed silent through their final meetings online with the overseas headquarters in New York City, letting Jo talk mostly about the upcoming advantages of their new office and all the expansions that are looking towards happening in the new year. For Harry and Jo, there was an entirely big win in the company. Having interns and a raise and an upgrade throughout the office for all their employees. All of their employees would be receiving a holiday bonus from the hard work and dedication their office gave throughout the year for the new launches, especially their newest winter collection. All of their work was paying off with highest regards and it was due for celebration.

Coming back to their apartment building, however, was awfully and uncomfortably silent, hands on their individual thighs, not holding each other as they typically do, Harry staring directly out the window at the road and Jo humming along to the radio that usually is never on. Harry wanted to say something, anything, but the silence stayed, and she had her time to think about all that was said in the heat of the moment hours ago. Jo wanted Harry to say something, to say that he meant it or that he didn’t, to at least give some idea as to what the words meant in the heat of the moment, and what they mean, right now. Harry almost thinks that Jo won’t spend the night with him, that his birthday was ruined by his stupid confession, only to be debunked when there is a light knocking at his front door and a very naked – underneath the trench coat, he would soon find out – lover is standing outside with three neatly wrapped gifts in her arms.

“Going to continue gawking or will you let me in? ‘s bloody freezing, out here,” she says teasingly, the heels on her feet – the one’s he bought her as a gift because he was obsessed with the way they would look on her legs – clicking against the linoleum as she walks inside his vast apartment, the windows open wide and spacious with views of the city, windows that she’s surely been pressed up against once or twice. “Come on, Birthday Boy. Quit staring at me like that.”

“Can’t help myself,” Harry says to her with all honesty, absolutely obsessed with the woman standing in front of him. “Is this all for me, sweetheart? Oh, you shouldn’t have.”

“Open your presents so you can open your other present,” she says sternly and seductively, her eyes rolling as she lays the gifts on the coffee table in the living room and takes a seat on the sofa, her legs crossed over her thighs, hiding the red, silk lingerie adorning her body beneath the coat. “Go on, Harry. These gifts have been collecting dust in my apartment for weeks.”

Harry looks at her and looks at the gifts, and suddenly decides that he can’t wait any longer to have her underneath him. Harry takes her hand, gently yanking her into his chest, a yelp leaving her lips in surprise as his arms reach beneath the coat and under her backside, lifting her onto his waist and carrying her to his bedroom, her head hitting the door slightly as he shuts the bedroom door and hurriedly kisses her, his tongue tasting every inch of her mouth and moaning as she laces her fingers through his hair and tugs the way he loves. He slowly lets her on the ground, her heels staying on, squeezes her ass, and smacks her cheek in the way she loves, rubbing lightly over the red mark surely to be left there in the morning.

“Happy Birthday, baby,” she whispers against his lips, kissing him once more before taking two steps away, gently untying the trench coat and waiting for him to sit on the mattress before fully unveiling the outfit. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Holy fucking shit,” Harry moans, reaching out and taking her hand in his. “Look at you, sweetheart. Fuckin’ gorgeous.” Harry’s painfully hard in his trousers, needing something to relieve the tightness in his briefs while staring at her, in the gorgeous lingerie that he’s making a mental note not to tear simply so he can see her in it, again and again. “Miss Taylor, you’re so bloody hot. Make it simply impossible to resist you.”

“All yours, Birthday Boy,” she says, brushing her fingers through his hair and bringing their lips together, kissing him sweetly, straddling his waist and slowly inching him to lay on his back. “Can do whatever you want to me.”

“Fuck’s sake,” Harry groans, his hand immediately reaching between their bodies and dragging his finger over what should be fabric covering her warmth, instead, his thumb makes contact with her arousal and her slit. “Hold on, are these crotchless? Have to be fuckin’ kidding me. All for me, baby? Can’t believe you did this all for me.”

“All for you,” she hums happily, a tiny moan leaving her tongue when his thumb makes contact with her clit and circles the bundle of nerves lightly. “’Cause, you know, ’m in love with you.”

And with that, Harry halts everything that he’s doing and was going to do. “’xcuse me?”

“Heard me loud and clear, Mr. Styles,” she says, reaching behind her and going to take silk from her chest, only to have his hand lay flat on her back and bring her tighter into his body. “Not going to say it, again. Got it twice on your birthday.” Harry smiles widely, the widest smile she’s ever seen, the way his dimples are indenting his cheeks making her want to cry with love for the man in front of her.

Jo isn’t sure what changed her mind. Maybe, she thinks, it was the silence on the way home that felt almost threatening to their demise, to their end, or the way she was wrapping his presents and realized that she bought things he mentioned nearly a year ago that she’s been on the hunt for ever since. Maybe, it’s the way she can’t imagine her life without him in it, without his affection and his laughter and his smile and those green eyes that she absolutely adores. Maybe, it was a culmination of all of those things, but it mainly centered around the idea that she couldn’t lose him because a younger woman came along and asked him on a date before she was ready to commit to him officially, in the way he wanted. All of this showed her how easy it would be to lose him, to lose him to someone she knows, which would’ve made it hurt more.

And that was the very last thing Jo every wanted to feel with Harry – the feeling of losing him.

“’m so in love with you,” he says against her mouth, kissing her deeply, passionately, as though this would be their last kiss for the century. He lifts her slightly to lay her beneath him, his hands roaming around her body delicately, smoothly, soaking in the way her skin feels beneath him. “’ve waited two bloody years to tell you that.”

“Oh yeah,” she teases, her fingers playing with the buttons on his trousers and pushing the material down his legs, his cock hard against his stomach when his briefs are shoved to his thighs. “Figured you would’ve told me sooner if you were that in love with me, Harry.”

“Hard to be vulnerable with you, sometimes, baby. Make me nervous, you do,” Harry says, his mouth attached to her neck, kissing and suckling on her skin, carefully avoiding making any lingering marks, his hands ghosting along her body and gently rubbing over her breasts, yanking the cups over her and kissing along the valley between her chest, his mouth puckering around her pert nipple and sucking, his teeth barely grazing over her and causing a moan from her throat. “Fuckin’ hell, your moans are so hot.”

“Harry,” she groans, absolutely insatiable with the feeling of his fingertip drawing on her nerves between her thighs, the sensation of his mouth on her breasts and his fingertips curling inside her core making every sense tingle on her skin, in her body, her eyes squeezing shut as the warmth radiates through her and begins coiling in her stomach, her climax growing quickly and giving little warning. “Harry, fuck me.”

“Oh, sweetheart, don’t worry. ’m going to fuck you like our lives are counting on it,” Harry hums into her chest, slinking further down her body and attaching his mouth to her clit, swirling his tongue around her nerves the way she loves and the way that sends her over the edge, the curling of his fingertips and the sensation of his tongue making her orgasm overwhelm her before she can properly say so. “That’s my good girl. Cumming so hard for me.”

His trousers and briefs are discarded over the side of the mattress, his eyes fixated on the way her chest is heaving with heavy and panted breaths, her mascara is slightly running down her cheeks from tears and sweat, and her lipstick is smeared across her mouth. Her thighs are shaking, her eyelids halfway shut as she takes in her breaths and moans when his hands find her calves and gently massage the tense muscles that were, only minutes ago, thrown over his shoulders. “Only need a minute, okay? Got me good on that one, Harry.”

Harry laughs at that, nodding his head understandingly and kissing her cheek. Harry laughs because if they were being honest with themselves, they would have to admit that Jo looks absolutely fucked out, and Harry is in love with it, with her.

Harry licks his fingers clean, humming contently at the taste, and then mumbles, “Let me know when you’re ready, ‘cause m’cock is throbbing.” Her head shakes as she giggles, her eyes shut and her heart warm and tingly as she sits on her elbows, reaching for him to lean over her and assume where he always is above her. “’s not m’fault you make me painfully hard.”

“Mr. ‘I’m in Love with You’ is hard for me, aw. That’s so sweet of you,” she teases, intertwining their fingers and lifting her head slightly to meet his mouth in a tender kiss. “Fuck me already, Harry.”

Harry nods along, laying his forearms around her head and squeezing their intertwined fingers harder, his cock smoothly sinking into her core, the way her legs wrap around his waist and her heels dig into his backside making him moan in pleasure. Her eyes are squeezed shut with ecstatic enjoyment, her back arching to meet his thrusts, his shaft thrusted so fully inside of her that she can feel every ridge and vein, every sensation making the experience so much more pleasurable for her. Harry slowly releases one hand and lays the fingertips around her neck in the way she loves, the gasp and moan that leaves her slightly parted lips telling him how much she’s enjoying being fucked by him. Having all the emotions rushing through him, it reminds him of the very first time he woke with her in his arms, that he woke with her heavy on his chest and her mouth breathing on his skin.

Harry is thrusting into her, now, two years later, professing his love for her, saying that he never wants to be with anyone else as long as she’s in his arms. On the verge of tears, she is saying that she’s perfectly okay with that as long as it’s him and him only in her life. Orgasms come quickly like that, the tightness of their bodies and the heat and the pleasure that encompasses the two overwhelming their senses and tingling their bones.

Making for the sweetest release they’ve ever known, together.

“Quit thinking so hard about it,” she says later that evening, brushing her fingers through his hair and breathing in his scent above her. All of Harry’s weight is on her, heavy on her chest, his shaft still inside her, warm and soft. “Thinking about when we first started this, aren’t you? Always get the same damn look on your face.”

“Look like what, sweetheart? Are you tryin’ to say somethin’? Quite rude if you ask me.”

Harry is thinking about that day. He thinks about it often. Harry felt different, that day. Not a bad different, but different. Like something had happened that changed his whole life.

His whole demeanor was changing, was shifting, in that time that he was laying there that morning, with the feeling of this woman on his chest. This woman that Harry felt genuinely attracted to. Then, in that very moment, he realized what it was. Truthfully, it wasn’t that Harry had sex – he had had sex plenty of times for a twenty-seven, nearly twenty-eight, year old man. The thing was who Harry had sex with this time around. Harry had sex with his coworker, his neighbor, his crush, his friend.

Harry had sex with Jo. Harry had sex with Jo, and the sex was fantastic.

“Always look the same when you think about it! That’s all! Christ almighty,” she grumbles, rolling her head to the side and checking the time on his alarm clock beside his bed. “Chinese should be here soon. Going to let me borrow some clothes?” Her voice goes silent for a moment, not necessarily waiting for him to answer. “Could I answer the door naked? That okay with you, Mr. Styles?”

“Over my dead body, Miss Taylor,” Harry mocks, shaking his head and gently pulling himself out of her warmth, throwing the blanket over his back and reaching in his bedside table for a shirt and two sets of briefs, one for him and one for her. “Only one seeing you naked is me, sweetheart. Don’t you forget it.”

Jo rolls her eyes at Harry, reaching towards the shirt and bringing it over her head. Her lingerie was discarded on his floor of his bedroom on their way to the bathroom, where they shared the tiny space and took their time wiping off the makeup that was smeared across their skin and inspecting the marks that would be making their appearance within a few hours, a bruise or two on her collarbone and a bright red love bite on her neck that would have to be covered with a turtleneck the following week. Not that she minded all that much. Marks always reminded her that someone she loves – she could say that now – wanted her so badly.

Jo never minded Harry’s jealous side all too much. Truthfully, she enjoyed it. Made her feel wanted and loved, even if they never said the words before today. That’s why she would tease him about dates and going naked and gawking at other men, to rile him slightly and see his reaction, and his reaction was always what she wanted and never any less. Goes the same for her with Harry, as well. That was shown when Harry mentioned Carson asking Harry out. Harry certainly didn’t need to tell her, but he did for a reason. Making her jealous always led to the best sex of his life, he swore by it.

Certainly, that’s what Harry got today.

“Thank you so much,” Jo says to the delivery man, taking the Chinese food and signing the check for his delivery tip. “Have a great weekend.” Harry is right behind her, waiting and inspecting the man at the door, making him awfully uncomfortable with his stares. Harry could tell that the boy wanted to stare at her bare chest, her nipples showing through the white shirt and the briefs barely covering her backside. “Go inside,” she says to him, handing him the bags and shutting the door behind her. “Have you always got to be so close?”

“Only when teenagers are checking out what’s mine,” Harry says flatly, setting everything on the counter and beginning to take out the plastic containers one by one. “Speaking of. Am I allowed to call you my girlfriend, now?”

“And why would you call me that?”

Harry laughs breathily, setting his fork and knife on the cloth mat and bringing their food to the table for the two to share. “Tell me you’re joking, Jo. Have to be.”

“Harry, we can’t date,” she says seriously, shaking her head and leaning against the counter as she stares at him, turning around slightly to reach for the wine and the glasses in his cabinets and walking towards the table where he’s sitting down and turned around to face her.

Harry isn’t having it. He really isn’t. “And why not? Give me one good reason and I’ll leave it alone.”

“Have you ever thought that we might get fired from our company?” she says dramatically, shaking her head and frustratedly pouring her wine into a glass and setting in front of where her food is already made on her dish. “Our company clearly states that dating within the working environment is forbidden.”

“That’s for interns, sweetheart. That’s what they told us as interns. Have you believed that’s the case since then? Honey, you’re the COO of Bode London. As much as I hate to say it this way, you can do whatever the fuck you want, and you could get away with it,” Harry tells her with all sincerity, absolutely floored by the idea that she still believes something they were told as interns to have their work stay professional and courteous within the company guidelines and policy. “Is that the only reason you won’t date me? Honestly?” Jo’s shrug and silence are all Harry needs for an answer. “God, you fuckin’ infuriate me sometimes. Are you always this god damn stubborn?”

“Always,” she says, shaking her head and pursing her lips together in a tight line, shrugging her shoulders as if to say, not really sure what you want from me. “Harry, you knew what you were getting yourself into with me. Told you that from the get-go that I wasn’t sure what I wanted. Not to mention that you didn’t want a relationship. That you had just gotten out of one and only wanted something without strings. Considering we’d be dating, that would be strings attached.”

“That’s fair,” Harry says softly, scratching at the back of his neck and thinking carefully about what he’s going to say next. His lover looks like she’s fighting back tears and that would be the third time he’s ever seen her cry, and he certainly doesn’t want that when he’s trying to convince her to be his girlfriend. “And I know this isn’t what I wanted at first, but it’s what I want, now. I want you, Jo. I really want you. Can say it in a million different ways but it’ll all mean the same thing.”

“Am I supposed to say ‘yes’ without even thinking about it? Couldn’t this affect my career? That’s something I care about, Harry. That’s my number one priority. That and, well, you,” she says shyly, hiding the blush on her cheeks with the glass of wine sitting in her hand, her eyes staring at the bright smile on his face as she takes a light sip and lets the alcohol settle on her tongue. “Getting all smiley on me. Quit it.”

“Quit saying you won’t date me, then,” he says sternly, standing on his feet and holding out his hand, bringing her into his chest when she grabs his hand and holding her chin between his fingertips, their heights barely making a difference when he looks slightly down at her. “Quite simple fix, sweetheart. All you have to do is say the word.”

“And if something happens,” she says nervously, her eyes flickering between his mouth and his bright green eyes that she finds herself mesmerized by every day, “you won’t fire me, you won’t demote me. Need to know that my career won’t be affected by us, Harry. Might be rumors going around, and if there are rumors that you and me being together got me my career, you better shut that quickly.”

“Couldn’t you see how quickly those two women in Marketing were shut down today for not listening to you? Imagine the scene I’d make if I heard someone saying you didn’t deserve to be where you are, or that you’re only there because of me. Obviously, you wouldn’t have to worry about something like that, sweetheart. Not in my nature to not defend you,” Harry adds, shaking his head and kissing her hairline, swaying slightly to the quiet hum of the music playing in his head.

“Gifts!” Harry’s eyebrows furrow together in confusion, his lips pursing in a straight line as he tries to follow what Jo is saying and why she’s nearly running towards his foyer, walking in with three large gifts and setting the neatly wrapped presents on the counter. “Go on,” she says with a smile, diverging from the original conversation and insisting on this one. “Can talk all we want afterwards.”

Harry quirks his head to the side confusedly, then sighs and gives in her to wishes, gently peeling the wrapping paper and smirking to himself as the box begins to reveal itself to him. His favorite record player, only it’s a brand-new version, one that doesn’t skip and lag and make funny sounds. Of his favorite records, two are in limited edition with deluxe editions. His favorite author, two new books for him to devour on his breaks. “All this for me?”

“All for you,” she smiles, circling her arms around his waist and kissing his cheek. “Like it all? Anything you don’t like, we can return.”

“Love it all, sweetheart. Very thoughtful of you,” Harry smiles softly, brushing his fingers through her hair and gently bringing her head back, his lips meeting hers in a gentle kiss. “Love you.” Harry is nervous to say such a thing outside of sex, outside of the space they’re most vulnerable with each other, because he truly isn’t sure if she’ll ever say it back outside of the bedroom.

“Love you, too,” she says, waiting what feels like a year before finally saying so. “Harry, we have a lot to talk about if I’m going say ‘yes’ to dating you. There’s more to this than us simply dating. Our work life, our careers are inevitably going to be affected by this. Honestly, we can’t pretend anymore, we’ll have to tell our bosses and we’ll have to pray that they don’t say we can’t and then we’ll be properly fucked.”

“All right, sweetheart.” Harry kisses her hair, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and bringing her in for a warm hug. “Think you just agreed to date me. That means you’re my girl, my lover. Quite like the ring of that, my lover. Might start calling you that from now on. Change your contact in my phone and everything.”

“Careful there, sweet talker,” she says, narrowing her eyes and taking one step away from his body, her hands on his bare chest and thumbs gently tracing over the tattoos inked across his skin. “Haven’t said ‘yes’, yet. All of this is going to rely on what they say tomorrow. Got it?”

“Got it, lover.” Harry chuckles as she rolls her eyes, and his hands sweep under her feet, carrying her into the bedroom, where they would make love for the very first time and kiss beneath the shaded tint of the fairy lights – compliments of her – and lamplight scattered around the room.

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Emily Bode and Todd Snyder have little to say in regard to Harry and Jo having a relationship, regarding it as a natural reaction to working so closely with someone for such an extended period of time, and only showing concern with the argumentative and fighting aspect of relationships being brought to the work environment and causing a scene. Harry assures Emily and Todd that nothing of the sort would or will happen, that they will remain absolutely professional as executives and anything would be left at home. Emily and Todd ask if they’re living together, to which Harry regretfully replies that they are not, and Emily can sense that there is an underlying issue to work out there while eyeing her in the frame. Harry doesn’t share, but admittedly says that they were waiting on the conversation to unfold to make a decision about where to go from there. Emily and Todd insist that if their relationship is their business, adult business, and as long as the work environment remains professional, then all is well and good. Harry thanks the two profusely, Jo staying relatively silent until expressing her gratitude and wishing the two luck at the New York Fashion Week meetings for the week. Harry and Jo would be flying out for Fashion Week with their assistants in a matter of days. Emily and Todd bid their goodbyes happily, sharing their thanks for the honesty and assuring the two that their relationship would not result in their termination. Confirmation, like that, relieves Jo slightly. Not entirely, though.

Harry gently closes his computer and takes Jo’s hand, tugging on her arm and bringing her onto his thighs to sit, his hands threading together around her waist, her arms laying over his shoulders and playing with the baby hairs at the nape of his neck. “Emily and Todd said that we’re fine, sweetheart. Can see you’re still panicking over it, though.”

“Hard to imagine how much different things will be between us,” she says truthfully, rubbing her thumb along his cheek and sucking in a breath between her teeth. “Honestly, Harry, I don’t want things to change. I like how we are. Like what we have going for us.”

Harry sighs, brushing his fingers through her hair near her shoulders and laying his forehead on her shoulder, kissing her neck sweetly and nudging his arms tighter around her waist, hugging her as if to say, everything is going to be okay, without saying a word. “Our lives aren’t going to change that much, sweetheart. ‘s not like ‘m proposing to you or summat. ‘m just asking for a bit more commitment from you. Our lives together will stay exactly the same, with the only difference being that we can celebrate holidays together and go on holidays together and have more romantic things, other than sex. That’s all.”

“Holidays,” she says amusedly, laying her head against her neck lazily and scratching at his scalp in the way that he loves, bringing his face to meet hers and their eyes meeting in the same stare. “Holidays to where exactly, Mr. Styles? Have you already got something planned? Our anniversary technically wouldn’t even be for another year, if I said yes, today.”

“Our other anniversary is coming soon, Miss Taylor. Thought you might like a getaway for that,” Harry says suggestively, kissing the spot beneath her ear that makes her body squirm in his touch. “Like, Italy, maybe. Nice little getaway to Venice for us. Think I can arrange that for the weekend. How about that?”

“That sounds really nice, Harry. Only us, in a foreign country, romantic and all.”

“Only us,” Harry says affirmatively, smiling at the way her lips are quirking into a smile and her fingertips are dragging along his tie. “Have I got myself a girlfriend, then? My lover?”

“God, you’re so soft,” she says with a laugh, grabbing his cheeks and bringing his mouth to hers, kissing him deeply, their teeth gnashing together playfully as they kiss, a breathy laugh leaving his throat as a smile from her breaks their kiss. “My soft boy.”

“Man,” Harry corrects, shaking his head and clicking his tongue. “Call me soft all you want, but at least call me a man. ’m thirty for fuck’s sake.”

Quiet knocks on the office door bring the two lovebirds out of their little argument, Carson opening the door and trying to hide her wide eyes as she says, “Meetings have been shifted around so you and Miss Taylor can have lunch together, from now on.”

“Thank you, Carson,” Harry says politely, his hand gently and sneakily sliding beneath his lover’s dress, her hand immediately smacking against his arm and holding his wrist. “That’ll be all for now.” Carson excuses herself quietly and awkwardly, very much aware what Harry was trying to feel beneath his lover’s dress. “Going to let me feel beneath the dress during lunch?”

“Maybe, Mr. Styles. Maybe.”

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nincompoopydoo · 3 years ago

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DEBRIS AND MISERY

SAME OLD LOKI ; PART 6 / ?

PAIRING: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader WORD COUNT: 3.3k (oops) SUMMARY: You find yourself venturing deeper into finding the Loki variant on the loose with the help of Mobius and Loki while maintaining your temper around the God of mischief and fighting with your own demons. A/N: Downtime apparently lasted for more than a week. I had absolutely no motivation to write but I eventually came around. There’s alot going on in this. Please tell me what you think, what you love, hate and look forward to. Thank you so much for showing so much love to d&m. gif from this gifset by @sersi WARNINGS: Swearing. Imagery relating to death (i think?). You and Loki’s relationship fluctuating like the goddamn economy. support my writing through ko-fi💖 MASTERPOST ; MASTERLIST

Blue. Your flight suit is blue.

Your eyes sting with worry, ticking to a pair of hands buckling the straps that lay across your chest. A man secures it tightly, forcing your back against the cockpit chair. Your gaze drifts to the concentric steel rings of yellow, red, and white that stretch overhead and around you—being suspended within a 3-axis gimbal sends another churning sensation within your abdomen.

You hear a voice. It courses through the room and vibrates within your ears like fluttering echoes in a tunnel. It’s a man. He calls out your name from below.

“You ready?”

In your periphery, you see him, tall with slicked-back hair, standing with other men that adorn similar flight suits of blue. You nod, inhaling deeply as your hands reach for the controls. Suddenly, a metallic clang echoes through the room and the machine whirrs to life. The rings begin spinning in tandem, tossing your body in all directions. Your grip tightens around the controls, clicking with every push and pull as you struggle to analyze the spin. But, the machine spins faster.

Faster and faster and faster.

The machine continues to whirr. Your hands are still shifting the controls.

Faster and faster and faster.

Your eyes begin to droop, nausea taking hold of your body.

Faster and faster and faster.

You only hear your breaths; every inhale and exhale—they're loud.

Faster and faster and faster.

Too fast.

Stop.

...

Click. Click. Click.

Footsteps. Not the clicks of the controls. You hear them clicking against tile floors from afar. From darkness, your eyes meet the color brown, shiny and polished—it’s wooden. The sound of the vast building’s acoustics hum in tune with the occasional chatter and echoing thump. You recognize the ambiance and it comforts your hasty thoughts as your brain tries to wreck itself in comprehending your current surroundings.

It’s one of those dreams again. The ones that kept you awake at night since the Sakaar incident, as if reliving the memories of another life. It isn’t yours but the realism to it makes it so complex that your brain cannot even comprehend the experiences during these dreams that occur.

To see, touch, hear, smell, and taste. Do dreams exceed the limit of disconnection and logic? Are dreams to be so immersive that it feels more like a memory, an echo of the past?

Through the turmoil of parsing between what’s real and what’s not, a tap on your shoulder hauls you back to reality. You turn to see Mobius, looking ridiculously exhilarated. Behind him lingers an amused Loki, hands tugging into the pockets of his jacket. The analyst says your name with a tone of equal exuberance to his manner.

“I thought I’d find you here. Do you always sleep at the archives?”

You snort, seizing yourself up as you wipe your face with your palm in hopes of feeling slightly more awake and alive than you were before. “No. Sometimes, I sleep at my desk too.”

Exhausted and sarcastic. Typical you.

Mobius rounds the table to sit beside you, gesturing Loki to his previous spot before he got up and ran away from you without any explanation. He shoots you a smile, lips pressed together, almost hesitant to sit across from you. You watch him through narrowed eyes as you address him with folded arms. “And here you are, back here again.”

Loki cannot fight the growing grin upon his lips, knowing all too well that you're referring to how he led you into an unnecessary chase down the corridors of the TVA for the sake of his entertainment. Well, it was not unnecessary. Things were turning out to be a bore and with the sudden thought of a proposition to help with his case, it doesn’t mean he has to drag out the fun of irritating the hell out of everyone else.

And you are not a bore.

“Loki! Where the hell do you think you're going?!"

You’re outright screaming at him but his long legs only stride faster than yours could handle, slumber still clinging to your face like a thick, waxen mask. He’s so quick, weaving through tangerine hallways, skidding across the tiled floors.

He saunters down the hall with quick feet but doesn’t sprint, clever enough not to draw any attention.

He ought to answer you. Throwing a glance over his shoulder, he flashes you a cheeky smile. He swears he saw flames burning in your eyes for a moment.

As you wind another corner, you already see him making one last quick dart through the elevator doors that slide open as it dings unceremoniously. Through your wide-eyed gaze, you signal him with eyes that carry a warning.

“Don’t you dare close that fucking door.” you snarl, voice booming from down the hallway and so does the clicking of the heels of your Oxford shoes as you march towards him like you’re on the hunt for prey.

Loki jams his finger onto the button to close the doors, unable to wipe off his grin. “Don’t you trust me?” is all he says to you, sending you a wink through the closing gap of the elevator doors as he raises his palm to wave you farewell.

You decided Loki wasn’t worth the time he has already taken from your assigned paperwork. So, you returned to your desk with a trace of bitterness in your tongue while attempting to suppress the regret for actually feeling sorry for Loki. Only because you know how it is like to be alone.

That’s the thing about Loki. He gets inside your head, makes you think that for once, he may be worth not pruning. He makes you think he is capable of change, capable of compassion. He makes you think he cares from the way he looks at you with those eyes that flicker the spark of hope in you. This Loki is the same old Loki.

Well, maybe the one in Sakaar had a good chance of earning your trust. But that’s gone now.

You shift in your seat, elbows now leaning against the edge of the table. “And to answer your question, no. I do not trust you. And I never will.”

Famous last words of the variant turned analyst.

Nobody trusts you either.

Except for the grey-haired analyst with the obsession for jet skis and you never understood why. Maybe, it’s because you’re the only one who is willing to put up with his ramblings.

Mobius eyes you and Loki’s interaction as the two of you seem to fall into the rhythm of making things even more complex than it appears. It's all part of his grand plan. Mobius knows you well enough to know you are possibly enjoying Loki's company no matter how much he irritates you. And Loki, it's clear how he admires you and how you constantly surprise him every time he crosses paths with you.

“What would I ever do without your trust?” the God sneers, each articulation of every word wrapped in mockery paired with dramatically placing his hand to his heart. Your eye twitches, the spitfire of your personality ready to fire back with a probable nasty insult. Yet, Mobius places his hand on your shoulder, while the other outstretched towards Loki as if trying to keep the two of you apart.

“Okay, okay. No need to get all riled up now. We only just had a breakthrough in the case, and I’m not letting you kill each other just yet.”

Your anger seems to immediately wash away, replaced by curiosity. You blink at your colleague. “Breakthrough?”

“Yes, and it was surprisingly Loki’s theory. Now—”

“Why do I smell...sulfur?”

You cut his sentence short as a strong whiff of a reeked scent began to descend upon you, billowing in the air. You inhale deeply, brows furrowing in concentration and confusion. An overpowering scent of a decaying body, faint but strong enough to seem out of the ordinary. The archives never smell rotten, always floor polish. Mobius and Loki share a look. Mobius is the one to speak up, attempting to distract you from your sudden strong sense of smell. “Sulfur? What, like when there’s a demonic manifestation? I mean, we are in the presence of Loki—”

“You went to Pompeii, didn’t you?”

In all of the time he has spent with Mobius who had a constant laid-back and confident nature to him, he has never seen him so red in the face. As the situation unfolds, he wonders why Mobius has made it a point to hide that information with so much eagerness which now has proved to be useless. You’re not only intelligent but also quick—only in terms of the mind rather than your physical capabilities.

You can hardly run, but your brain outshines everyone else he has met in the TVA.

Mobius is now waiting for the imminent chaos and mayhem you’re about to bring. You’re going to call him insane like every other time he has suggested an out-of-the-ordinary idea. Causing a scene is one of your talents. He has his hand on your shoulder again.

“You hate Pompeii, Mobius. Why the hell would bring him—Wait.” Your eyes are wide and blinking. “You went to Pompeii. Alone. I know that from the look on your faces. Which means no reset charge...No Nexus event.” You pause, pursing your lips. Then, you avert your gaze to Loki who watches you curiously. “Are you suggesting the variant is hiding in apocalypses?”

Mobius’ laugh comes off like a puff of air. He pats you on the back like a proud uncle. “Back on the game, Agent!”

Loki is slightly impressed. Only slightly.

“Okay, you two stay here. I’ll go get the files. Great work, you two.” Mobius gestures to the both of you with an outstretched index finger, grin so wide as he scurries off. Mobius loves a good case, especially when there’s a breakthrough. And with you finally familiarizing yourself with working together with Loki, everything is finally starting to look up.

The two of you end up finding each other’s gaze and for the first time, you smile at him. It’s small but genuine.

“You know you could have told me.”

“I would have, but you don’t trust me, remember?”

You hum, raising a brow. “And running away was supposed to gain my trust?”

Loki chuckles, eyes flicking to the table. “I never said anything about gaining your trust.”

Your smile grows wider, and Loki decides how he prefers you like this—relaxed and amused.

He oddly sees his mother in you. It’s the way you look at him. Like you know him.

Right, you have met him. Once.

“What was I like? The one you met at Sakaar.”

You blink, slightly taken aback by his sudden question that hasn’t got to do with insinuating you.

“The same as you—barely tolerable,” you say tightly, heaving a sharp exhale. ”Just…a lot sadder.”

You hadn’t mentioned how he willingly helped escape your execution because a part of you still believes it all to be a lie. The TVA has your complete fidelity but ever since the Sakaar incident, your trust in the way the system works has been swayed. After years of being trapped in your mind, the question of whether your capabilities in logic have been damaged due to loneliness still begs. Judge Renslayer believes in your incompetence but you believe she hides a secret about the Time Keepers.

The three beings, creator of the TVA, personally convicted you as innocent, allowing you to maintain your job. Nothing of this makes sense.

Maybe Judge Renslayer lost all her faith in you, her second-best analyst because your Nexus event relates to Loki. The one variant that has been causing havoc to the Sacred Timeline. And this Loki, the one that seems to be very curious about your place in the TVA and the Time Keepers, is no different than the others.

You find yourself feeling an uncalled sense of sadness that dwells in your chest at the thought of leaving the only friendship you secretly wished to have maintained back at Sakaar. Before you let yourself fall into the abyss of melancholic wishful thinking, you swiftly direct the conversation elsewhere.

"I’m sorry Mobius referred to you as the devil,” you say coyly. “You really aren’t.”

Loki, who seems to catch on with the sarcastic tone of your voice, leans farther into his seat. “Really?”

A smirk returns to your face. “You're worse than the devil." He snorts, noticing the vague hint of crimson growing upon your cheeks and how your eyes seem to crinkle a little more than usual.

He finds himself swallowing under your stare, fiddling his fingers in an attempt to calm his sudden erratic heartbeat. A stutter under your now kind gaze—no one ever stares at him with a smile. "You are not the first to say that."

There’s another pause; Loki’s face is set with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. You feel a pang of guilt in your chest in remembrance of how you’re not the first to have treated him the way you did. He’s dangerous but, there’s no reason for animosity. Yet, it all boils down to the lives he has willingly taken. It doesn’t differentiate him from the rest of the TVA.

Mysterious variant.

The devil is always in the details.

Strangely, the work of the devil may prove to be useful in times of cul-de-sacs as an idea comes to mind. “I think...I think I know where you’re at right now.” Your voice is light, distracted by your now running thoughts. You’re on your feet, chair squeaking as you push it back. Your pen is in your grasp and you wave it in the air, reflecting the gears that turn at high speed within your brain.

Frankly, you’re not making any sense. Loki furrows his brows, slowly standing. “What do you mean? I’m right here—"

“No. The other one. The variant. And it has to do with gum.”

You’re still not making sense and it’s clear that in your eyes, he is invisible. You’re the only one in that frenzied mind of yours.

“What?”

You don’t answer him, feet quickly bringing you down the passageway along the vast rows of shelves that stretch along with the floor’s pristine balcony of white and the two of you are back to playing chase and run. Only this time, the roles are reversed.

Mission Haven Hills: not successful.

Really not successful. Far from successful.

You witnessed the doom of bombing the Sacred Timeline, firsthand. Employees scramble at the controls as you watch the screen that looms over the control room. What was once a single line, running along with time has now grown like a tree with fruits of chaos, caused by Nexus events scattered across time and places.

You wished the dust would settle and this was all simply a dream but you realize this was his plan all along.

Bomb the timeline. Distract the TVA.

There is one thing you know about Loki. He is moved by revenge and resentment.

As if you possess some sort of telepsychic powers, a part of you feels that danger itself is within the vicinity of the TVA. The variant is here, you just know it.

You hope Mobius is okay.

Scurrying down the winding hallways, past the hurried time hunters, and past the time theaters, you find yourself heading towards the golden doors of the Time Keepers’ chambers. In a time of uncertainty, your gut is your only source of guidance.

At the end of the hallway, you see bodies on the ground, nearly lifeless—time hunters, either unarmed or batons missing. You plucked one of the sizzling batons from the ground as you cautiously stepped around the laying bodies. You clutch it tightly to calm the blood rushing to your head, pounding along with your heartbeat as you take on the venture into the foyer of the grand chambers with secrets not wanting to be unveiled.

You round the corner, following the wooden panels for walls laid along the entrance. The glowing end of the baton within your grasp reflects off the black porcelain tiles beneath your careful feet. You hear voices, grunts, and shouting as if in combat.

Then, you see them. Loki in his variant jacket and a woman with locks of blonde and streaks of black. She adorns a headpiece of golden horns—one broken off.

Isn't Loki supposed to be at Haven Hills?

Recognizing the presence of another, the two turn to you, daggers still held to each other's throats. Loki eyes you with wide eyes, a silent plea whether to help or stand down, you’re unsure. Your gaze shifts to the woman once more who watches you with an equal resemblance to the other.

Then, it hits you. You recognize the dark emerald cloak she wears. You know exactly who she is. You just never thought it would be a she.

“You!” Your exclamation is bitter, and it’s directed towards the woman who seems to be strangely expectant of your remark as if she already knows who you are. She is L1190, a Loki variant. The one who slashed you with the TVA’s baton, scaring your left cheek. The one who hauled you through the time door and left you stranded in Sakaar for thousands of years.

You know exactly what she has done. She knows what she has done.

“You did this to me!” you gesture to the scar on your left cheek, eyes fixated solely on her, nearing the two with caution. You’re angry. Very angry. All pent-up rage begging to be set free.

Before Loki could even perceive the current situation he landed in between two women who very much want him dead, you’re already swinging the baton to her face with full force but she blocks it with her sword but slightly staggers in her step. You glare at her. She seems a little surprised. In an instant, you take a step back and go for another strike to her rib, but she blocks you again, sliding away and dodging your hit by a mere second. You growl out of frustration, seething through your teeth, and without hesitation, you strike again. The fight goes on—strike, block, strike, dodge. And with every blow, your intensity escalates, each a little harder than the one before. Loki stands there, watching, speechless and frozen.

You strike again, the baton crackling less than an inch away from her face but she dodges just in time, swinging her sword across your face. It grazes your cheek, now a gash of crimson on top of your scar, and with the sudden blow of searing pain, you lose your balance.

The variant spins into a kick that sweeps your legs out from under, knocking you hard onto the ground. The baton rolls out from your grip. Your hand flies to the gash, trickling with blood.

“Hey!”

The brawl comes to a halt. You seize yourself up from the ground, back and head aching, turning to see Judge Renslayer accompanied by two hunters, batons held up in defense position. You were about to reach for your own that was a stretch away when suddenly, you felt a hand grip you by the collar, hauling you to your knees. Her sword held to your neck.

“Come any closer and I’ll kill her.”

“Go for it.”

Your eyes are wide in shock, all anger towards the variant now turning into this churning feeling of betrayal that resides within your abdomen. Judge Renslayer doesn’t look at you, focus fixated on the two variants—it’s like you’re not even there.

The three start to charge towards you and you involuntarily shut your eyes. Then, as quick as a rattlesnake, Loki grabs the tempad hung at her waist and sends the three of you falling through the ground.

That’s the thing about Loki. He gets inside your head, makes you think that for once, he may be worth not pruning. Now, with your back landing hard on top of him, all you could think about is wanting to strangle him to death.

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iwaisa · 4 years ago

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bnha boys crushing on someone with a cat quirk

pairings: bakugou, sero, midoriya, todoroki, and kaminari x gender neutral reader

warnings: swearing (thanks bakugou 😌👍👍)

a/n: i’d like to think that if i were in the bnha world, my character would have a quirk like the cheshire cat, so i brought it to life (๑>◡<๑) this is also supposed to be situations based off mannerisms of cats !

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head pats

when you first moved to U.A., the first thing everyone noticed were your ears and tail

everyone thought it was so cute, but they should’ve been more careful

behind that cute, adorable facade was a dangerous quirk that rivaled that of the class’ resident hot-head

speaking of hot-head, bakugou hated it

especially how your tail kept swaying back and forth while you sat in front of him during class

“oi shitty cat! move your fucking tail!”

…

you didn't move your tail.

you kept taunting him with it and teasing him which resulted in aizawa having to ask you to move to the back of the class

sure, bakugou laughed in your face, but he would never admit out loud that he would miss those days where he could see your smile and hear your laughter echo throughout the classroom

it had been a few months since you moved seats and bakugou still couldn’t come to terms with the fact that he just simply liked you.

he kept falling deeper and deeper, attempting to crawl out of the hole until one day he just decided that he was okay with it

he was okay with the fact that he liked you

that one day was on a weekend

bakugou had just woken up and was heading to the kitchen to make some tamagoyaki until he stopped dead in his tracks from the sound of your voice

more specifically, your laughter

he felt his heart rate begin to pick up, and the nitroglycerin sweat seemed to pour from his palm, resulting in loud crackling and popping

he stepped out from around the corner to see mina, kaminari, kirishima, and sero petting you

and you… liked it??

he watched with his brows furrowed and his mouth hanging open as you seemed to push your head into their hands

your eyes were closed and you looked so at peace that he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy

why were you letting all of them touch you like that?

it pissed him off

he marched up to you and pushed kaminari and mina aside

“what the hell are you guys doing?”

mina kept squealing while explaining that since you were a cat, you really liked when people pet your head and ears

“that’s fucking weird.”

“c’mon bakubro! you gotta feel their ears man, they’re so soft!” kirishima exclaimed while going back to rub your ears

you giggled and leaned your head into his hand, making bakugou’s blood boil

“hell no! i want nothing to do with this!”

they kept teasing him until sero said something along the lines of “he just doesn’t want to pet them because it won't feel good to them. you gotta be nice and gentle, and bakugou probably wouldn’t be able to do that”

bakugou stopped in place and slowly turned around to glare at sero, “what the fuck did you say, plain face?? i can be fucking gentle!”

he stomps up to you and raises his hand

you flinch and close your eyes thinking he’s going to hit you until you feel his fingers just barely grazing the tips of your ears

you open your eyes to see bakugou using both of his hands to gently rub them

he didn’t even notice you were staring at him since he was watching as his hands played with your ears, a tint of red making its way onto his face

he watched in awe as you pushed your head into his hands, making his face even hotter - if that was possible

after a few minutes of bakugou not saying anything - and the rest of the squad staying quiet from shock that he was actually being soft - you poked his cheek with your finger

“surprisingly, you’re the softest out of all of them”

“sh-shut up shitty cat! i told you i can be gentle!”

you grinned as you watched him stomp away to the kitchen

when you turned around, the whole bakusquad was giving you these giant shit-eating grins

you just shook your head and brushed past them, making your way back to your room

stretching / poofing tail / kneading soft things

this boy literally felt his heart explode as soon as you walked into the classroom

you were literally so??? adorable????

however, after he saw you in action, he was lowkey terrified of you

your quirk was so unique and insanely powerful that he started to doubt himself and his abilities

during a training session you watched sero spar against iida, and noticed as his signature grin seemed to fade after he lost

he slowly trailed behind the rest of the class on the way back to the classroom, but you noticed instantly

you slowed down so that you were walking right next to him

“hey, i know i just moved a few weeks ago, but i think your quirk is really cool. a-and what present mic said was wrong, your elbows aren’t freaky at all.”

oh my, i think you killed him. you didn’t think his quirk was creepy? you didn’t hate the shape of his elbows? you didn’t mind his biggest insecurity???? why couldn’t he control his heart?

he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of you so he just ran into the classroom, leaving you behind

you stood outside the class for a few minutes, a little heartbroken

you couldn’t deny that you began developing feelings for the kind, supportive, adorable boy

sero felt awful for ignoring you the rest of the day

you sat right next to him in class which didn't make the situation any better

his heart rate never slowed down, and the red never left his cheekbones

you on the other hand, were confused and all you wanted to do was talk to him

as the last bell rang, you ran to the dorms so you could hide away in your room, but mina had another idea

she suggested a class sleepover in the common room, and you had agreed, not thinking that you would be nervous because of a certain tape-dispensing up-and-coming hero

upon entering the common room with a fluffy blanket that evening, sero’s eyes instantly found yours

fortunately, he looked away quickly

unfortunately, there was only one spot left

which was right next to sero :D

you slowly sank into the couch, accidentally brushing your knee against his

his heart rate picked up again, but he tried his hardest to focus on the horror movie playing on the screen

you started getting anxious about halfway through the first movie when sero shifted in his seat, letting his knee rest on top of yours

you began kneading at your blanket and you stretched, poofing the fur on your tail out

you didn’t even notice a part of onyx eyes watching your every movement

you turned to peek at sero, but instantly snapped your head to face the screen when you made eye contact

sero was having an internal crisis

you were so adorable and for what????

you stood up, your tail still poofed out and asked if anyone wanted more popcorn

everyone nodded, their eyes not leaving the screen

you smiled and made your way to the kitchen

“hey..” you jumped and turned around upon hearing sero’s soft voice

“h-hey.”

…

“i’m really sorry about ignoring you, i just didn't know how to respond. no one has ever told me that my quirk is cool and i kinda freaked out. i-i think you’re really cool.” he blurted out the last bit leaving you dumbfounded

“i think you’re cool too, sero!” you smiled at him

you turned around, waiting for the popcorn to finish when you felt a slight tap on your shoulder

you turned around and watched as sero tripped over his words

“i-i think you’re really cute too… like for example when you puff your tail out when you stretch, or when you knead at things, and just all of your mannerisms. i really like you, l/n.”

you beamed at him as you returned his feelings, making his heart implode

you jumped as the popcorn machine dinged, and felt your face heat up as sero just laughed at you

no one even noticed when you walked back into the room with your hands intertwined

wrapping your tail around his leg

it was only your first day at U.A. and a certain green-haired boy already wanted to know everything about you

said green-haired boy, named izuku midoriya, knew better than to assume anything about you

he had seen many people with surprising quirks, so he assumed yours was extremely powerful if you were accepted into U.A. near the middle of the year

he didn’t know anything about you other than you were extremely adorable

he found it intimidating

he also didn’t know what to expect when aizawa told the class they would be paired up to spar with one of their classmates

you were chosen to spar against ojiro, who was difficult to go against considering his quick attacks and strong tail

but you were strong too, countering ojiro’s attacks with your own

midoriya was even more amazed than he thought he would be

he began taking notes and started to watch your every move

how could someone go from being so innocent and kind to a terrifying fighter?

a few months later and midoriya’s notebook had at least 4 pages full of notes about you

not only were they notes about your quirk, but midoriya had began writing short poems about you

no matter what, he just couldn’t stop thinking about you and how amazing you looked during and out of training

you had walked down to the kitchen on a sunday morning in hopes of making yourself some food

you stopped when you saw midoriya cutting up some fruit to put into a smoothie

you greeted him as you walked to the fridge, and midoriya has never been so startled in his whole life

“h-h-hi l/n!”

you giggled and began making your breakfast, going to stand next to midoriya

you two were just quietly enjoying each other’s presence

until your tail had another idea

midoriya felt something soft caress the back of his calves, and stopped what he was doing, almost cutting himself with the knife

he felt your tail wrap and unwrap itself around his leg, and he turned to look at you

you, however, were very blissfully unaware of the predicament you were putting midoriya in

“u-uh, l/n?”

“mhm?”

“y-your tail…” he pointed to where your tail was wrapped around his leg

“oh shoot sorry! i guess i just do that so many times without thinking i didn’t even realize it would make people uncomfortable. i apologize!”

you unwrapped your tail from his leg

“t-that’s cute…” he muttered under his breath

you snapped your head to stare at him, and your breath hitched when you made eye contact with him

he frantically apologized for blurting it out while covering his face with his arms, his face a very bright red

you laughed as you watched him stumble over his words as you called him cute

winking / slow blinking

sitting next to class 1-a’s resident pretty boy was a difficult task

it was only your first day and you found yourself unable to take your eyes off the mysterious boy

however, todoroki believed the reason for your blatant staring was due to the scar sitting on his face

he turned to you during one of aizawa’s lectures and stared back, neither of you wanting to break eye contact

the bell rang, and before you could leave, todoroki had blurted out a question directed to you

“are you uncomfortable with my scar?”

you looked at him with a confused gaze

uncomfortable??? around such a beautiful man??? hell no. more like intimidated

“n-no! not at all! i just like your hair,” you refrained from telling him that the real reason was because you thought he was extremely beautiful

“oh. thank you.”

a few weeks passed since that encounter, and you had only grown closer to the half-and-half boy

you learned the real reason behind the scar, and assured him that you won’t think any different of him

he even felt a blush coat his cheeks when you called him amazing and strong

you, midoriya, uraraka, iida, and todoroki were studying in the common area, yet you weren’t focused on the textbook in front of you

you leaned your face on your cheek as you let your eyes wander over todoroki’s seemingly perfect features

todoroki looked up from his book just in time to see you wink at him

he was a bit taken aback, but shook it off as you getting some dust in your eye

he continued keeping eye contact with you and watched as you slowly blinked your eyes at him

todoroki brushed off the heat on his face and went back to writing in his notebook

he looked up again just in time to see you wink at him again

in all fairness, you didn’t even realize you were staring at him, you were a cat and it was a habit

“l/n, i appreciate the gesture, but why do you keep flirting with me?”

oh todoroki. you’re so beautiful yet so dumb.

you were a little confused since he just accused you of something you didn’t even do

“what?”

“you keep winking at me and slowly closing your eyes. is that your way of flirting?”

by now, the other three were watching you two with interest

“oh! no, that’s just a habit i have since i’m a cat. when i slowly blink at you it means that i trust you. and winking means that i really like you!”

you slapped your hand over your mouth

“o-oh. you like me?”

“i-i mean as a friend of course! i trust you and i don’t feel intimidated by you, that’s all!”

todoroki failed to hide the disappointment in his voice when he hummed back

while the five of you packed your books into your backpack, todoroki waited for you to finish before he began to talk to you

“l/n,” he began

you turned to him with wide eyes, scared that he would tell you that he didn’t like you like that

“yeah, todoroki?”

the other three scurried away, leaving you and todoroki alone

“i know you meant that you just liked me as a friend, but is it weird for me to hope that you possibly meant a different way?”

you were completely blindsided by his question

“uhh, actually.. about that…”

after you explained what you truly meant and how you think he’s super interesting and cute, he smiled and returned your feelings

he walked you to your dorm and left after giving you a quick (very cold) peck on the lips

swaying hips

of course i had to do this for this mf

SUCH A FLIRT

as soon as you walked into the classroom he began flirting with you

you sat behind him, and whenever aizawa wasn’t looking, he would slip notes with pick-up lines on them to you

when you returned the note with another pick-up line, he just about short-circuited

unlike everyone else in the class, kaminari assumed that because you were adorable, your quirk was a soft type of quirk

boy was he so wrong

he watched with his jaw on the ground as you sprinted around, not holding back from fighting with kirishima

mineta made some dumb comment about you being sexy with those ears and that tail and that was the first time kaminari told mineta to stfu

as someone who is notorious for hitting on people, his flirting began to slow down once he realized that the reason he wanted to be around you all the time, having the sudden urge to hold you, wanting to call you his, was because he liked you

and he didn’t know what to do at all

he most DEFINITELY didn’t know what to do one particular hot summer day

the bakusquad was hanging out in the common room trying to cool yourselves down

you got up off the floor and walked past kaminari to go to the kitchen for some popsicles

you began to sway your hips as you walked, leaving a very flustered kaminari

“gross, dunce face. if you like that so damn much go chase after them. i’d like to see you try to ask them out.”

“that’s not very manly, bakubro. kaminari, if you really like them, why don’t you just tell them? i’m sure they’d understand,” kirishima gave him a thumbs up as kaminari quite literally sprinted after you

“are you aware of how much you sway your hips when you walk?”

kaminari whispered into your ear as he placed his hands on your hips

“i knew you would notice” you winked at him

his face exploded red in color and he watched you in confusion as you laughed loudly in his face

“i’m kidding. i sway my hips when i walk because i’m a cat. i’m not flirting with you dummy,” you stuck your tongue out at him

“darn, you got me”

…

“hey l/n?”

you turned to face him, and you yelped in surprise as he smashed his lips onto yours

very good kaminari consent is a very good thing 😀👍👍

he pulled away to study your face, only to see your wide eyes and your mouth hanging open

“uh… i’m really sorry i just-”

he was cut off when you locked lips with his again

your tail wrapped around his body, causing him to shock you

he pulled away, grinning, “sorry. you surprised me there-”

“WHAT THE HELL, DUNCE FACE?? I TOLD YOU TO ASK THEM OUT NOT MAKE OUT WITH THEM”

you both sheepishly apologized, watching bakugou storm away, yelling that you two were practically eating each others’ faces

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Just a Friend to You

Chapter 5: Sports

“Y/N! COME GIVE MAMA A SMOOCHIE SMOOCH!”

Y/N pushes open the door with a small duffle bag hanging from her right shoulder to see Kaori and Yukie running at her. Yukie jumps on her, hugging her tightly while Kaori hugs her side, squeezing her stomach.

“You guys act like you didn’t see me yesterday.” Y/N says, rolling her eyes but smiling.

“IT FEELS LIKE WE HAVEN’T!”

“PLEASE BECOME MANAGER AGAIN WE ARE SUFFERING!”

At this point, hearing their two managers crying, the boys stop what they were doing, turning to see the “reunion” between the three girls, seeing Y/N smushed between Yukie and Kaori with a bored look on her face.

“Ya know it never gets boring to see them like that.”

Akaashi’s eyes lift to turn towards Bokuto, seeing him still looking ahead at the three. Akaashi turns his head back, once again looking at the girls. He sees Y/N trying to shove them off, laughing in his head but only a small smile appears on the outside.

“Apparently she was practicing really late last night, know anything about that?” Akaashi turns once again to see Bokuto look at him. Looking back at Y/N he remembers last night and all that occurred, slightly praying that his cheeks and ears don’t give any sort of reaction.

“No, why do you ask?”

“Just that she would’ve told you,” Bokuto shrugged, “while I’m your best friend, she’s your BESTEST friend!” Bokuto smiles at Akaashi, Akaashi giving him back a small smile, both boys turning back to see the girls finally off of Y/N’s body.

“Huh, yeah.”

Y/N places her bag by the wall, then walked towards to the bench so see the coach smiling at her.

“Hello again, L/N.”

“Hey coach, so, how are you guys surviving without me?”

“Ugh,” he puts a hand over his heart, acting in pain, “we’re suffering.” Y/N lets out a laugh, a chuckle following from the coaches mouth.

“In all seriousness, they’re doing very well. I’m surprised Bokuto is taking on the captain role so well, along with Akaashi as his right hand man. But, Akaashi is the one to get Bokuto out of his emo mode the quickest.” Coach says, Y/N nodding along, turning to see the boys practicing again doing spiking drills. Bokuto spiked a ball, it hitting the court then flying towards Yukie.

“eY WATCH IT”

“IM SOOOOOORRY YUKIEE”

Kaori started giggling, grabbing the ball and tossing it to Y/N.

“Y/N”

“WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO I THOUGHT I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE RESTING” Y/N whined, stomping her feet like a 3 year old.

“OH BOO HOO SERVING DRILLS, NOW” Kaori said, coming to drag her by the wrist.

“I DONT WANNA” Y/N says, pulling back while everyone watches this unfold. She can hear Konoha basically wheezing at this point, and Yukie smacking something or someone whilst laughing.

Kaori let’s go of Y/N, letting her fall to the ground. She crosses arms and legs, still pouting, when she feels two hands lift her by the armpit.

“Come come.” Y/N struggles, Akaashi basically carrying her like a rag doll, Haruki recording the whole thing while Yamato laid on the gym floor.

Akaashi makes his way to the other side of the court, Y/N still wiggling. He plops her down, her arms crossed and her eyes staring up at him. He looks down at her with a smile, grabbing a stray ball and handing it to her. Y/N let’s out a sigh, her lips finally breaking into a small smile when Akaashi pats her head.

“JESUS AKAASHI WE GET IT WE’RE SINGLE GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKIN SECOND YEAR HAVING A GIRLFRIEND BEFORE I DO!” The pair turns to see Yamato still on the floor.

Y/N and Akaashi separate, a blush basically tap dancing on their faces with how red it was. Akaashi rubs the back of his neck and goes back to his side of the court. Y/N sighs, holding the ball in her left hand.

“You get 5 serves. If you miss any, you’re doing a flying lap. Am I clear?”

“Yes ma’am.”

The boys missed two of the five serves, Bokuto even screaming at one of them, but the boys just grumbled, sucking it up and doing their punishment. Kaori walked up to Y/N with Yukie, placing her arm around the other two girls.

“It’s insane how they still respect you, despite being younger than most of them.”

“You just gotta work them into shape, but they respect you two as well.” Y/N says, leaning her head onto Kaori’s hand.

“I honestly think Y/N puts the fear of god into them since they know she hits as hard as some of them can.” Yukie says, letting out a chuckle.

“Speaking of, what was that with Akaashi?” Y/N turns to the girls quickly, both of them now standing next to eachother smirking, their eyebrows constantly raising.

“THAT was him treating me like a 5 year old.”

“THAT was him basically confessing to you.”

“I-“

Y/N starts to cough, becoming red once again, Yukie and Kaori busting out laughing at the girl. Yukie sighs, grabbing the other girls hand and beginning to walk towards the bench with them.

“You just gotta do it when the time is right, although please sooner than later this is hurting my heart.” Y/N shakes her head, slightly giggling. She stands, signaling that she’s going to go refill her bottle.

As she waits for the bottle to fill, her phone dings.

Practice ended after another hour, the boys now cleaning up. Y/N sat with some chips as coach approached her once again.

“So, how’s your team coming along?”

“Well, their captain is a bitch, but they are confident that they’ll win tomorrow.” Y/N says, smiling up at him at he laughs.

“Maybe I’ll let off practice, let them see how they can actually play if they don’t fool around.” He says, crossing his arms and shaking his head.

“Oh? I guess I never told you about us using the volleyball net as a race line-“

“yOu DID WHAT-“

After a brief scolding from coach, the boys came over, seeing that their old manager definitely still had a knack for giving their coach a headache.

“Practice tomorrow will be cancelled, however, I do suggest you going to see the girls game. Not only should we support them as much as they support us, but also I do want to see this one as a captain. I’m sure the now 2nd and 3rd years do as well.” The boys nodded along with what coach was saying, then turned to face you.

“Y/N!! Are you a super cool captain like me?”

“No.”

“BAHSHFBF” Bokuto’s hair fell while Kaori laughed, Yukie also laughing but trying to cheer up Bokuto by patting his back.

“I’m not a great captain, I do still fall on my ass, but we both are good captains, Bokuto,” Y/N says, walking up to him and holding out her hand, “No matter how many times we fail.”

Bokuto grabbed her hand, pulling her in for a hug, tears starting to form.

“AWWE Y/NNNNN”

“Since when the fuck were you so inspiring?”

“Yeah, usually you’d yell at us or tell yourself to “pick your ass off up the ground and cry about it at therapy.”

“HEY THAT WAS ONE TIME!”

“4 times actually.”

“I- COACH!”

Y/N and Konoha kept bickering, ending up with Konoha in a headlock and Y/N being pried off by Yamato and Akaashi. Y/N huffed, grabbing her bag along with everyone else, and locking up.

As she saw groups of people beginning to leave, she saw Keiji approach her.

“Let me walk you home today?”

“KEJEHTBT”

Y/N heard a squeal, turning to see Kaori repeatedly slapping Yukie’s arm in excitement, sighing, she turned back to face Akaashi with a smile on her face.

“Fine, but my feet hurt so you’re either taking my bag or we walk slow.”

“Or.”

“Or? What do you mean or-“

Akaashi bent over slightly, putting his bag on the ground. Y/N stared at him for a while, him obviously signaling for her to climb onto his back.

“N/N I swear to god you’re gonna give me scoliosis hurry the hell up”

Y/N climbed on, wrapping her legs around his middle and arms around his neck. He had his bag and hers draped across his shoulders as she laid her head on his back.

“Comfy?”

“Yessir, indeed!”

The two kept up chat whenever something came to mind, even showing him the picture Kaori managed to get of you guys while beginning your walk home. After a while, Y/N climbs off his back, only 5 minutes away from her house.

“Akaashi?”

“Yes N/N?” She sighs, brushing hair out of her eyes. While she debated on confessing tonight, a lot of signs were saying that it wasn’t the right time. Y/N could be anywhere with Keiji and it would be magical, but if he liked her back, she’d want it to be memorable for him as well.

“Are you gonna come to the game?”

“Of course, I want to see you spike some poor girls head again.”

“Kaaasshiiii” Y/N whined, swinging his hand in frustration.

“In all seriousness, it would be cool to see you kick someone else’s ass for once.” Y/N scoffed, giving Akaashi a light shove on his shoulder.

“That’s because you deserve it, asshole.” He scoffed back, placing a hand on his chest in offense.

“I’m the asshole?”

“Mhm!”

“Nu-uh!”

“Ya-huh!”

This went on for 3 full minutes. Bystanders stared at the pair arguing like children, meanwhile they looked like they could be college students.

“IT WAS THE OTHER DAY AKAASHI.”

“OH SO WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO PAINT MYSELF GREEN? I AM NOT THE MATERIAL ✨C A S H M O N E Y ✨ Y/N.”

Y/N wheezed, smacking Akaashi’s arm as they walked into her driveway, now realizing how dark it was since they probably took twice as long. Y/N sighed, the last few giggles escaping her lips. She looked at Keiji who had a toothy smile on his face, him already looking at her.

“Thank you for walking me home, Keiji.”

“Anytime, N/N.”

Y/N sighed, turning to walk to her door.

“Y/N?”

This mf better not confess right now it was a really good time-

He lifted his arms, making grabby hands at her, Y/N’s head tilting in confusion. She makes her way back over to him, coming into close proximity. He wraps his arms around her waist, turning to stuff his face into her neck. Y/N tenses up, then relaxes, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“What’s this for, Keij?” Y/N releases Akaashi, looking up at him. He turns, beginning to walk away, but turns back to face her.

“Cuz I’m a lonely bitch, Y/N. Jesus get your mind out of the gutter. Premarital hugging? Never.” Akaashi keeps a straight face, Y/N staring back at him to see who breaks first. However, they break at the same time, laughing loudly once again. After a few seconds, the lights on Y/N’s porch flickers 3 times, signaling its time for her to come in. As she goes to go up the stairs, she runs back to him a third time.

Y/N stands on her tippy toes, kissing Akaashi on the cheek, slowly sinking down.

“Thank you once again, Keiji.”

As she finally starts to go up the stairs, Y/N turns her head to face him once again, giving him a small wave which he returns.

She makes her way into the house, slipping off her shoes and running up to her room, falling backwards on her bed with a huge smile on her face.

“Heh, cute.”

Notes

Y/N likes Akaashi

This is not the first time Yukie has called herself mama Yes Y/N has called herself daddy

The girls attacking eachother was a usual occurrence

Bokuto DOES know that Akaashi was there with her, but just wanted to see what he would say

Coach would make Y/N do serving drills last year so that while she skipped her own practice, she was still practicing

Y/N thought the plural of goose was gooses, hence the GC name

This is not based on a true story please do not call me out I BEG 😀✊

Atsumu flirts with Y/N for fun, nothing serious

Everyone has pet names for Y/N, while Y/N just calls them “gooses” as a collective group

Osamu calls Y/N “doll” because the first movie they watched together was “Captain America: The First Avenger”

Osamu does NOT like Y/N

Y/N did not actually use the net as a race line

Akaashi is a VERY calm person around everyone and around Y/N, but once in a while Akaashi does get on the chaotic levels of Y/N, even if it just for a few minutes

Akaashi walked home with his hand on his cheek

Y/N squealed at 1am, remember Akaashi doing the grabby hands so he could get a hug

Y/N also realized that she had kissed Akaashi on the cheek as a moment of boldness Yes, she called the girls and Kuroo

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