#this love tv (top song with two fics under it--one of those is just the ending of chapter 2 released separately tho for the record)

[rai-knightshade-art]

😂 well luckily its also not as bad as it could be (so long as we dont look at the lists of previous Wrappeds + the fics posted in those years *sweats nervously*). For fic titles specifically, there're only two... Aka the two based on my Top Song two years in a row 😅 and counting chapter titles, there're two more published and one wip (chapter 1 of the Big Damn Fic, aka the main Top Song fic uses a different song in my list for it's title, and one of my Bradyverse fic collection stories also uses a longtime fave song that made it into my top 100 again, + the second unreleased chapter of, again, the Big Damn Fic™ uses yet another song from the top 100). Miraculously, despite several of my fics being named from favorite songs, none of them made it into this year's top 100 😅

....I'm gonna ask how many of your fic titles are in your Spotify wrapped knowing full well that is not a mirror I want to view my own self in 😅

😅

So, it might not be as bad as I thought. From 2023 there are only four published (and 7 wips) that are also on my spotify wrapped list, which isn't that bad. And! they're only lyrics from the songs and not the actual song titles themselves. I feel like that's enough to be exonerated.

Now I've gotta ask, how did you fair?

[synthetictorii]

His Favorite Dancer ✧ Hizashi Yamada

Pairing: Present Mic/Hizashi Yamada x reader Genre: fluff Summary: You frequent this club for a reason, but the reason in question is a busy man and you have no luck. Until tonight, that is. Word count: 4.5k A/N: ...obligatory old and cringey fic ahead warning...

     The club was swarming with bodies moving to the rhythm of music blasting from huge speakers standing on the stage. The air was filled with smell of sweat and cigarette smoke. It was hot and dark safe for colourful lights drawing patterns across walls and the dancefloor illuminated by cerulean led lights. The walls were black, decorated by posters and edgy quotes written on them in fluorescing blue color.

  From his place behind the DJ set he saw all those anonymous faces having fun, drinking, dancing and laughing in ecstasy. Couples and complete strangers grinding on their partners, shameless in their affection. He lived for this. The heavy atmosphere mixed with bass and loud, almost deafening music. It helped him let go, to forget about the chaos of the world. He jumped in sync with the beats he was playing. Pearls of sweat were already rolling down his neck and spine. He paid little mind to it. He closed his eyes for a while and took a deep breath, his mind empty.

  How long has it been since he was last out partying like this? True, these past few months had been busy, even he had to go on patrols during the night while still teaching his classes and doing his weekly radio show. He simply didn’t have time to do fun things so he wanted to enjoy this night to its fullest. He was feeling extraordinarily playful today too.

  The song was ending. Time to have fun.

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  You were shaking your hips to the rhythm, giving in to the music. Your body screamed for more. You denied yourself this pleasure for too long, it was time to make up for it. It hit you again how much you desired to be killing it on the dancefloor. And this place was just perfect. It had the best sound system, lighting , decoration, and the drinks were pretty cheap too. But you frequented this club for another reason, for him.

  The blond haired male currently jumping wildly to the music on the stage. You had to admit he looked even better this high up above everyone else. His blonde hair styled rather freaky swayed with every move of that lean body of his hidden under casual loose white tank top and black leather jacket with spikes on shoulders. His legs on the other hand were hugged by tight black jeans. You fell in love with him on your first ever night here.

  It happened years ago. It was Friday, your first college exams were over and you wanted to let out some steam. A friend of yours recommended this place so you thought ‘why not give it a try?’. You stepped into the building immediately noticing how dark it was in sharp contrast with the radiant blue everywhere. You loved it. Not to get started on the music. It was a wonder that your ears didn’t ascend into the heaven right there and then.

  You danced the whole night as if there was no tomorrow. And in the early morning hours when the party was ending you were finally down from your high enough to be interested in the person behind the music. You were completely speechless when it came to that aspect of the night; he had to be a fucking genius, playing all the right songs at the right time. It felt like he understood you, like you two had some kind of bond, it just couldn’t be coincidence that he’d hit your tastes like that. You swore to yourself you’d strut to that guy and kiss him on the spot once the club is closing. And then you turned around to look at him and your heart skipped a beat.

  It was a fucking pro hero, and one you admired since you first saw him on TV at that – Present Mic! He didn’t wear his trade mark hero outfit but more casual clothes, yet he still stood out. You stopped dead in your dance when you realized this. That single moment of stillness was enough for your eyes to meet – your [e/c] eyed gaze filled with energy and passion clashed with his lime eyed one. You saw the pure animalistic need to let go of everything and just live in his eyes. You never forgot that look. How could you possibly when with that one fleeting moment his gaze stole your heart.

  You didn’t get to kiss him that night, unfortunately. You became a regular though, even if it was rather rare for him to be there. Still you kept coming for the slim chance of sharing the space with him again.

    And his eyes were sporting the same animalistic look from before tonight as well. You were fully focused on your dancing and simply having fun but when one song ended and the next haven’t yet started, you couldn’t help but stare at the man. He was so handsome, strangely alluring. His very presence was like a drug to you. It always made you dance faster, experiment more boldly with your moves in hopes of him noticing. So far it didn’t work, not on him anyway, you were getting more than enough attention from other men and ladies though. Sadly for them, you weren’t interested. You were tempted to use your quirk more than once tonight but you managed to control yourself every time.

  But you started to seriously doubt you’d be successful any longer after his words suddenly replaced the music, now serving as quiet background to his heavenly voice. “Alright everybody! Are you having fun?!” He screamed and everyone cheered just as loudly. “Yeah, that’s what I wanna hear!” He smirked proudly and scanned the room; his eyes darkened you noticed.

  “Listen close everyone! I have a special proposal,” he shouted playfully. You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat after your eyes met again as he scanned the room with his gaze. You’d swear he stopped for a second when he saw you but it was surely just the work of your imagination.

  “Show me your moves and if you sweep me off my feet, I just might take you out for drinks,” he purred in his typical loud manner.

  The club got wild, cheering and shouting even louder than the music before. All those who wanted to give it a try walked to the middle of the dancefloor and made some space around them. You wasted no time hesitating and walked right to the center of it. You stood out quite a bit, dressed in black skin-tight jeans and white t-shirt with glowing blue stripes, matching the aesthetics of the club. Your hair was sticking to your sweaty scalp and neck yet looked wild enough to make others take a second look as you passed them. Once again you’d swear that Present Mic stared at you but refused to believe it. You gave everyone around you a fierce look, there was no way you’d let them win. Today was the day you’d let your quirk go wild.

  “Are you ready?” He screamed and the whole club collectively shouted “Yeah!” back at him. “Let’s get going then!” He pushed the button and the music blasted from the speakers, heavy bass shaking the place. You closed your eyes and let your quirk kick in, your body melting into the music and wild energy running through your veins.

  Beats Of Soul – quirk with little possible use, especially if one wanted to become a hero. But for you? It was perfect. Your quirk was able to take control of your body, if you allowed it, and move it according to the music you were listening to and your feelings – all based on your skills though. You were able to dance beautiful, expressive dances when you were sad or make the crowd wild and ecstatic when you felt passionate – just like you did now.

  It felt like you were in daze, you knew exactly what you were doing but it felt like a dream. You saw mouths of those who watched hanging open and heard the cheers. Your moves were fast, seductive but most of all, filled with desire for freedom. Just as him, you wished to let everything go and live in the moment and it manifested in your dance. With all your heart you wished one thing – that this night and feeling never stops.

  One last spin and swing of your hips and the song ended. Your quirk faded away, leaving you breathless. Your lungs couldn’t get enough oxygen and your body felt like it was on fire, not even the cold sweat helped. Suddenly you felt hands on your waist and before you could so much as yelp, they spun you around roughly to face them. There was impatience in the gesture, also need. You looked up to see who the mysterious person was.

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  He looked at the hyped ocean of people on the dancefloor after the words left his mouth. Everyone was so excited, huh? Good, he smirked. He scanned the space and his eyes met a pair he remembered from somewhere. He hesitated for a split second before moving on and then it hit him. Those eyes… he’d never forget them. He saw them in the past and thought about them every time he stood on this stage. Those fierce orbs screaming passion, wild fire burning deep inside them. They nicely matched his he decided. He often dreamed that those mesmerizing jewels would once scream for him. And now he saw them again. It was hard to notice anything else about their owner in such crowded place. He tsked discontent. Well, hopefully you’d join what he’s planning.

  He announced his grand idea and the audience cheered, many brave boys and girls marched to the middle of dancefloor. He raised an eyebrow at that, he wouldn’t guess he was this popular. Then again, he is a pro hero. And finally he saw the one person he as looking for. He took in your appearance, glowing stripes of color on your shirt and hair. You sure were something. Hopefully you wouldn’t disappoint him.

  He let the music start and watched everyone trying their best to show him they have what it takes to impress him. There were many great dancers among the bunch but his eyes soon stayed fixated on you. He felt his heart race and his breath got stuck in his throat. Your moves were hypnotizing. Every single one of them blending into the next perfectly, you were very expressive and he loved it. You looked so stunning. He should feel guilty for not looking at others but the whole crowd was clearly cheering for you too.

  The song was coming to an end and he could no longer stay still. He waved for a regular host of these parties to take his place and marched through the dancefloor right behind the person who stole his attention all for themselves. He looked down at you; you were out of breath yet still so beautiful. He needed to finally see your face so he pushed all his nervousness aside for the time being. His hands found their way to your waist and turned you around. He noticed how your pupils dilated in shock and how your words died on your tongue when you realized who was so rude to scare you like this. Your face was so pretty, you had such a cute nose and cheeks, nice cheekbones and soft-looking lips. But most of all he loved your [e/c] eyes, shining like the brightest stars. “Looks like you��ve won,” he grinned at you and immediately loved the way you beamed at him after hearing the news. The crowd was dancing all around you again already, nobody paying particular attention to you two. “May I have the pleasure?” He extended his hand and watched amusedly how fast you grabbed it. He led you upstairs to the VIP section of the club where you’d have more privacy. You both sat down on the stools at the bar and ordered your drinks. He turned to you with lips formed into curious smirk. “So tell me about yourself, where did you learn to dance like that?” He asked, honestly interested to know.

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  You let yourself be led and felt like in a dream second time that night. His hand was so smooth you noticed and blushed. You were holding hands with a pro hero! And your favourite one too! You sat on the stool next to him and ordered [fav drink]. You were afraid that awkward silence would follow as you were too nervous to think of a topic to talk about, luckily he saved you. “I attended dance schools and all kind of courses but I think that my attempts to copy every dance I saw on the TV ever since I was able to stand helped me more,” you laughed but then quickly blushed after realizing how you won, “but what you saw there was actually work of my quirk too.” You admitted, you were a bit worried if he will take it as cheating but seeing him chuckle suggested that won’t be the case. “I’d like to know more about it, if you don’t mind me asking,” he smiled and you shook your head. He was very polite and you felt at ease, something you didn’t expect. You explained how your quirk worked and enjoyed that you could freely look into those gorgeous lime eyes of his. “That’s pretty neat quirk you have there,” he exclaimed loudly, “it goes nicely with mine,” he winked at you, making you blush again. “W-w-what makes you think so?” You stuttered and looked away. “If I sang to you, you could dance to my songs, right?” He finger gunned you. You were so glad for the stool under your ass, you felt your knees get weak even in this position. Just the thought of him singing for you made you almost faint. Then again… “Wouldn’t you have to be far away? Like I don’t mean it badly but I like my ears not bleeding,” you decided not to be blushing mess if possible and mustered up all your courage to tease him a little. “Right, then I wouldn’t be able to see you and I just can’t let that happen,” he sighed and made some ridiculous over the top hand gestures, which at least made you laugh and averted your attention from the flustering part. “I know!” He shouted right after his first sentence. “You’ll be the main attraction of my parties!” He was really loud, making the bartender hurriedly finish your drinks and give them to you before disappearing in the back. You meanwhile had a hard time not breaking the promise of not letting your face turn red again under his intense green gaze. “I’d have you stand on the podium right in front of me, whaddya say!” He grinned widely. Well, if he really thinks so highly of your skills, maybe you could boast a little. “It would be a waste of my talent don’t you think,” you teased, he seemed to be taken aback by your statement so you quickly finished the sentence, “since you come here so little.” You explained with a chuckle and he visibly let out a sigh of relief. “Ah, it’s hard with all the other things,” he whined and dramatically gestured. “But maybe I’ll come more often if I you promise to meet me here,” he chuckled yet his eyes bore no sign of this being a joke. It almost seemed like he was seriously interested in you. “That would be nice, I come to this club so often only because I hope you’ll be the one playing,” you admitted sheepishly. Not that other DJs wouldn’t be great, you certainly had fun even if he wasn’t here it was just that others couldn’t compete with the blast you had on the nights of his parties. “Really?” He seemed genuinely surprised. You nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, I know it will sound foolish,” you chuckled before taking a deep breath, “but I always feel so strange when you play the music, like you made the playlist especially for me.” You admitted and rubbed the nape of your neck awkwardly, afraid to look at him.          

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  He meant his offer very seriously even if he didn’t look like it. The boss of this establishment often tried to persuade him to get some dancers on the stage, that it would make his show more likeable. He refused every time but if it were you, he’d gladly obliged. Someone with your energy and skill would be a nice addition for him too, not to mention your looks. Your answer surprised him however which he didn’t managed to hide, luckily you explained the situation. True, he didn’t come here nearly as much as he’d like. Mainly because of the lack of time but he’d surely think of something if he knew you’d be waiting for him on the stage.  

  He watched you with bated breath as you explained why you loved coming here. His cheeks were now pink, no doubt about that. It made him all warm inside that his choice of music made someone feel like this, that all the effort he put into his playlists didn’t come in vain. It was much harder than one could think; to compile music for the night! He also usually put some of his favourite songs in there, making your confession all the more meaningful. He put a finger under your chin to make you look up. “Do you really mean it?” He asked, his voice quieter than normally, almost shy. “Yeah,” you nodded reassuringly, “you always somehow manage to play the song I’m hooked on at the moment.” Your laughter sounded heavenly to his ears, he was glad that the music wasn’t as loud here so he could enjoy it fully. You were so cute when you talked about music, it was obvious you loved to party just like him – and even had similar music taste, bingo! He felt good in your company, you were friendly and energetic; a nice change from tired and very much done Shouta. It was so long since you first caught his attention too. Maybe he could give it a try. But it was so long since he last asked someone for their number and he didn’t even know you, right? His nervousness was back at full force. He took a napkin from the table and borrowed a pencil from barman’s side. “Mind giving me your number?” He moved the objects towards you with a small smile. “Like I know it’s sudden but I still remember when I first saw you in the crowd and I think we could have so much to talk about and I’ll soon have to leave to get some sleep before my lessons and…,” his muttering and wild gesturing was stopped by your chuckle. “I remember too,” you smiled at him and returned him the napkin, signed and with your number. “By the way, I’m [y/n]. Nice to meet you,” you finally introduced yourself properly and extended your hand, making him chuckle and shake it.

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  You talked for a while after that, you found courage to ask him about his hero life and some fights he fought in but you mainly talked about music and his radio show. He said the truth though when he said he’d have to leave soon. You walked with him down the stairs to the back exit for staff. Cold and fresh late night air hit you when you stepped outside. You smiled happily, normally you’d stay here for another few hours but leaving like this wasn’t bad at all. “So I’ll wait for you text?” You asked shyly with rosy cheeks. He shook his head and waved his hand disapprovingly. “No way I would let my favourite dancer go home alone in this darkness!” You gave him surprised look before turning away, it was so surreal! “T-this way then,” you motioned and suddenly felt something warm around your shoulders. “You must be cold,” he smiled, now only wearing his tank top. It was quite chilly but your shirt surely provided more protection against cold than his top. It was also distracting as you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. “I’m good, really, you must be freezing in that,” you protested and took of his warm jacket. You tried to put it on him but he quickly dodged you. “Na-ah,” he motioned with his finger, “I already decided you need it more than I.” You looked at him doubtfully, noticing the goosebumps on his arms. “You were nice to me enough for one day,” you whined and jumped at him again, only for him to swiftly move behind your back. “It’s after midnight so technically it’s a new day so hush now,” he argued with a grin. “Mic, pleaaaase,” you complained again and turned to attack him again, only your feet got tangled and you were falling to the ground.

  You squeaked before a pair of arms caught you by the waist for the second time tonight. “For such amazing dancer you’re quite clumsy, [y/n].” He chuckled and pulled you up, your back against his solid and warm chest. He didn’t make a move to remove his hands from your waist either. Even the tips of your ears were red. This was a game that two can play though and you noticed during your little chat in the club that he could also get flustered rather easily if you tried. You turned around in his hold and while at it you let the jacket fall on his shoulder, your hands now around his neck. You didn’t exactly think this through, didn’t think about where your hands would end up, so your face turned even redder. If someone told you before you went to the club that in few hours you’ll be trapped in Present Mic’s embrace, you’d think they were crazy. And yet here you were. Luckily you weren’t the only one with blushing problem, you looked up and saw that Mic’s face was a nice shade of pink as well. “I guess you’ve won again,” he looked away, obviously trying to compose himself. “The joke’s on you though,” he smirked – that couldn’t mean anything good, “I will gladly escort you home even like this.” He gave you a thumb up. You choked on a spit and started coughing. You were grateful he held you, without them you’d fall for sure. “Now now, I don’t want you to suffocate ‘cause of me,” he teased you, which gained him a punch to his shoulder. You didn’t care about the difference between in your social ranks right now.

When the coughing stopped, you wiped the tears away from your eyes and looked up. He still held you close, his amused gaze fixated on you. “It’s not funny, if I died you’d definitely lost your hero title,” you scoffed, trying to hide how nervous and excited at the same time you were. It was nice to be so close, his body was warm and frankly quite nice to touch and lean against. “I’d save you, I usually deal with bigger problems than choking, you know,” he assured you with a small laugh. “Thanks,” you murmured and slowly moved your hands from their awkward position between your chests to his sides, returning the hug. You laid your head on his chest, progressing slowly, testing if it’s okay with him. You felt his body tense under your touch but he quickly relaxed and chuckled. “Should I take it that you wanna walk like this to your home?” He teased, you pinched his side in return. “No fair, I just wanted to be a gentleman,” he whined.      

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  He enjoyed having your body against his, suppling him with warm and comfort. It was so long since he last hugged and was hugged by someone. He moved one of his hands up to stroked your hair. So soft, he thought with a smile. The alley was quiet safe for your breathing but for once he didn’t mind the silence. He wondered if you heard his heartbeat and how fast it was, if it wasn’t scaring you.  He forgot how nice it was to have someone close and no amount of skinship with his college worked as a good substitute. He’d gladly stay still like this for hours but he really needed to get some sleep if he was to survive his classes tomorrow. He originally planned to be asleep by this time too. “We should go,” he said quietly, letting go of you. You made a discontented sound but also removed your hands. You were still blushing he noted, you also stayed in his personal space, soon he learned why was that. “Can I try something?” You asked and he nodded and was surprised when you took his hand and put it around your shoulders. “Now we can both have a bit of the jacket,” you smiled up to him. He shook his head with a soft chuckle and pulled you closer. “You’re absolutely right, now lead the way.”

  Your house was only few blocks walk and your way was quickly over. Neither of you talked much, he sometimes showed you a constellation if he happened to spot any he knew the name of but otherwise it was silent and peaceful. He walked you to the door of your apartment house and his arm fell down to your waist. “You’re safely home, that’s Present Mic for ya,” he grinned and tossed his hair. Your laugh took his breath away and he pulled you to him for one final hug. “Thank you, my hero,” he heard you say with a chuckle. “You can call me Hizashi,” he decided and nodded affirmatively when you questioned him. He pulled away just enough to look into your eyes. “Would it be alright if I texted you sometime soon?” He asked and moved a stray strand of hair from your face. “I’ll be waiting,” you smiled at him, making his knees weak. He nodded and let his chin rest on the top of your head. He let himself stay like this with you for couple minutes, both of you quiet again. “Good night, [y/n].” He moved his hand to your cheek and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. “Good night,” you turned your head to kiss his palm, soft giggle escaping his lips. He retracted his limbs from you and waited until you unlocked the front door. “Thanks for tonight,” you smiled before closing them and disappearing from his view. He sighed and smile to himself, taking his phone from his pocket along with carefully folded napkin.

  He typed the number the number and saved it before writing a short message:

To: [y/n]

Hey, see ya tmo at our place? ;)  The phone was put back into the pocket and he finally started walking in the direction of his own apartment, his favourite dancer on his mind.

[aristocratic-otter]

20 questions for fic writers!

Thank you @artsyunderstudy for the tag!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

28, though one was a round robin where I only wrote one of the chapters.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

838, 380. Subtracting Birthday Man (the round robin fic), I've written, by myself, 799, 248. I'm not surprised. I'm not good at brevity. (And I have over a hundred thousand words in unpublished fics right now 😅)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Only Carry On, though I've made a habit of sticking Simon and Baz into fandom loves of my youth.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Oh, Have You Seen The Fairies Dance, my CORB from two years ago, writing to art by @krisrix. 562 Kudos

Playing With Fire, Treading Thin Ice, my pinch-hit CORB, also from two years ago (I sense a trend), writing to art by @steppjes. 453 kudos

Back To Start, my Simon youthens Baz into a baby fic, 447 kudos

A Fucked Up Cinderella Story, a Simon as escort fic, and my first collaboration with my dear friend (and a brilliant artist), @frjsti. 339 kudos.

A Real Doll, my first real PWP (ok, it sort of has a plot) (a very thin one), written for @captain-aralias's Monster Under the Bed Fest, 331 kudos.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! It means a lot to me to hear how folk enjoyed my work, and I appreciate how much effort it takes to reach out sometimes, so I want to show my appreciation. I should be better at commenting myself!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Readers nearly burned me at the stake over my ending to The Blue and The Gray, where Simon rides away with his Union troop, leaving Baz behind at his plantation home. Even the 'happy ending' epilogue I wrote, to get them back together, is bittersweet, because Simon is damaged from the war and it will be a long road to recovery (or at least the length of the Oregon Trail 😉) (If you know, you know).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I only do happy endings, but, like Ashton, I tend towards angst a lot of the time. So I think that my most meaningful happy ending is in New Year, New Me, which takes Simon and Baz literal to the end, of their long lives together (with a gorgeous song written by @moodandmist and @cutestkilla!)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet! I've gotten a few corrections, which I honestly don't mind. I'd rather be corrected than leave a glaring error in a fic. I agree with Ashton, this is an incredibly kind fandom.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Uh <looks side to side shiftily> yes? Like, a lot? It's funny, because I'm ace, but I find all the ways humans can relate to one another through sex fascinating, even if I don't need those things for myself. I'd say I write mostly bonding through sex? Occasional fucking just 'cause it's fun, but mostly soulful, loving sex.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not crossovers precisely, (I don't mix in characters from other fandoms) but I'm extremely guilty of throwing SnowBaz into any story, show, or movie I've loved and putting them through their paces:

The Watford Games: Simon and Baz in a Hunger Games Scenario

The White Chapel: Simon replacing Olivia Newton John in the movie Xanadu

The Snow Fox: (unfinished) Simon as the Francis Marion Character in the old Disney TV show, the Swamp Fox.

Episode 2: The Naked Next, (gift fic for @raenestee) (I blame this one on @facewithoutheart), Simon and Baz in the Star Trek Universe.

and, Stars, Flowers, and Children, an unpublished (part done) fic set in the universe of the movie the Blue Lagoon, and To Heal a Broken Mind, an unpublished (nearly finished) fic set in a scenario similar to the TV show House MD.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Fingers crossed, but no, I don't think so. Probably hard to pass off a seventy thousand word fic as your own that you just popped up with out of nowhere.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Only the round robin fic, Birthday Man, where each of several fic writers wrote a chapter for Simon's birthday celebration, and the Star Trek Universe fic, The Naked Next (linked above). But I'd definitely give co-writer credit to many of the fandom artists I've worked with, because their work either inspired my words, or they even helped guide the evolution of the fic in the background. I especially have to give credit to @krisrix, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @frjsti, and @artsyunderstudy for being brilliant at helping me flesh out the fics they did art for!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Gee. Bet you can't guess.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

This is a tough one because I've (so far) never not finished a fic I've committed to (I've got a few paragraphs of a few random ideas in my files, but nothing I ever advertised or put much effort into). But I'm also perpetually in the middle of at least five or six fics, so leaving one dangling remains possible, even if I desperately hope it won't happen. I guess I'll mention Westward Son here, because though it ought to be finished in the next couple of weeks, it took me two fucking years to get there!

16. What are your writing strengths?

I don't get writer's block. I think my habit of fic jumping helps with this; if one fic is dragging, I can spend more time on another until words start to flow for the first one again. I do force myself to write at least a sentence every couple of days, even on the draggy fics, though. I think I'm decent at characterization? Especially Simon, because I identify with his way of thinking a lot. I also think I'm decent at giving the reader a strong visual of what's going on in a scene (hopefully).

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Plot and tech. I can write plot, but not snappy, quickly resolved ones. For me to find my way to the end of a plot usually takes several thousand words. And that's a weakness, not being able to write short. I don't know how to be interesting in small bites, I guess. And tech: I'm intimidated by incorporating modern tech like social media, etc. in my fics. I always feel like I can't format it correctly or make it look/sound realistic enough, so I tend to avoid fic ideas that are tech based, like text fics or social media fics. Aaaaand now I'm writing a fic based in Tiktok, a platform I do NOT know well. Pray for me.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've done it once (in The Blue and The Gray), but I'm nervous about it. I think I'm afraid of misinterpreting a connotation of a word or phrase. I researched extensively for the Spanish lullaby in The Blue and the Gray, and even the Greek and Latin phrases in Back to Start and The Watford Games. I don't mind it in fics, so long as the meaning isn't integral to the scene (like using French swears in a fic set in French Canada) (@bazzybelle, I'm looking at you!). If the meaning is integral, I tend to prefer the translations be not far away (like at the end of the fic), but rather just a few lines down (like at the end of a chapter), because it's frustrating having to jump back and forth to get meaning from what I'm reading.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

CSI, on fanfic.net. But I only wrote one fic. Don't look for it. I didn't have this username and I'm not interested in reliving that part of my life 😆

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I think it will always be Back to Start (linked above). I still love the premise and it was the first fic that made me feel like a real writer. You don't forget that feeling. It's my baby.

How about, instead of tagging folk, you consider yourself tagged if you're one of the many people I mentioned above? 😂

[maximotts]

𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 || 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐍𝐚𝐭

a/n: back at it again with another WandaNat fic because I just.. love these gays. Anyways since I made this a specific thing, you can send requests for this particular AU if you have a thought pertaining to this dynamic ♡

pairing: WandaNat/f!reader; Say That You Love Me AU

warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI; smut; mommy/daddy kink (Wanda and Nat, respectively); lactation kink (r receiving); sex toy use (double-ended dildo, Nat and r); oral (Wanda recieving); vaginal fingering; pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart); kinda mean Nat but in a fun way uhh she calls R a slut like, once

summary: you forget to close your laptop tabs once and Natasha takes full advantage of the secrets she now knows about you and Wanda

words: 4.8K

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detka- baby printcessa- princess malyshka- baby girl

Evenings with your girlfriends were typically calm things, all three of you sitting on the bed doing something to keep you occupied until bedtime. This particular night the thing Wanda wanted to do was Natasha. They’d been up to something lately- more accurately Natasha had roped Wanda into something unbeknownst to you and Wanda was growing tired of their game. “Nattyy…” Wanda’s voice sounded like a song, trying to entice Natasha into whatever she was covertly after. The redhead brushed her off with a quick ‘hush’ and Wanda fell beside her with a huff. Natasha had an obvious soft spot for Wanda; she tried denying it, but anyone could see through it in an instant.

She doted on her privately to a level that rivaled even your own sometimes and at first you blamed it on the mentor-like interactions the two had back when Wanda initially joined the Avengers, but once you’d invited her into your relationship, it was clear Natasha used that to her advantage when needed. Whenever Natasha gave her special attention, Wanda fell completely under her spell, weak to any of her requests. If the older woman ever wanted to try something new, all she had to do was spend a few days adding a few flyby kisses for the girl into her routine, maybe she was more cuddly when they watched tv at night, and before she was any the wiser, Natasha would reveal her intentions and Wanda would instantly obey. It was conniving, but secretly you wished you had Natasha’s powers.

When Wanda fully rolled herself into Natasha’s lap, tugging on the arm trying to hold the book the redhead was using to ignore Wanda with, you’d had enough of being out of the loop. “Alright you two, what’s happening?” You eyed them skeptically, gaze shifting between the two.

The brunette lifted her head just enough to make eye contact with you, blinking slowly before snapping a glare at Natasha. “If you won’t tell her, I will and she’ll actually help.” Clueless to what they were referring to, you knew at least Wanda was probably right. Denying her was always hard for you; even when she took control, you lived to obey her, to make her proud and happy. One bat of those long eyelashes and you were wrapped around her finger. Natasha on the other hand, no matter how big her witch shaped soft spot was, had a professionally steeled will. Once she committed to a task, there was no breaking her from it. She was never needlessly cruel, but she took the most pleasure in watching you or Wanda beg and plead for her. This time it appeared to be Wanda’s turn.

“You’re being dramatic, Wands. You’ll be fine.” Her free hand dragged over Wanda’s tank top, stolen from your closet, two fingers poking her breast lightly. The touch wasn’t unusual, Natasha loved teasing when she could, especially in private; Wanda’s strong reaction is what caught your eye. Natasha had barely begun her taunting before the younger woman was whining and pushing into her touch, squirming atop her girlfriend’s thighs in a manner way too needy for an action so simple. Your cheeks felt hot at the sight, instinctively drawn to wanting to put your hands on her soft chest too. They were on your mind more often than not, constantly having to keep yourself in check when Wanda reached over you at the dinner table, breasts brushing your shoulder and ear innocently, or whenever she wore a particularly low cut shirt. So many things you wanted to do with them, so little confidence to ask...

But then Natasha’s eyes were on you now, trained eyes taking in every twitch and shift of your body, “You should learn to close your tabs, sweetheart.”

Wh- huh?

“I’m sorry?” Mentally you were scanning through every search you’ve ever made; Natasha was too smart, she could have seen anything. Even if you bothered to delete everything, she would find a way to uncover it if she needed to. Not that you had anything to hide, but out of habit you tended to close the tabs on your laptop. Only rarely did you forget, usually when you had to get up suddenly or when you grew overwhelmed with a discovery rabbit hole and found yourself blushing too hard- “Oh no…”

Natasha quirked an eyebrow, a knowing grin plastered on her full lips as she watched your eyes flit back and forth from her to Wanda. A few weeks ago you were left to your own devices and knowing you were alone for a few hours, decided to indulge a bit. The first time you’d seen it was an accident. It looked average from the thumbnail, just your typical girl on girl scene with an underlying ‘mommy’ or two thrown in- even that, you’d never acknowledged to your partners that you wanted to explore. As the video played on, you found the theme of the video was more intense than you thought and as the younger of the two was guided into suckling at the other’s chest, getting gentle praise the better she did, you couldn’t stop yourself from imagining you and Wanda in the same position. Your hand was in your pants before you knew it, shamefully getting off to the thought of Wanda coaxing you into the same scenario playing out in your laptop.

After you’d finished, embarrassment overtook afterglow and you’d slammed your laptop shut quickly before forcing yourself into a long shower. When you got back Natasha was sitting down, already borrowing your computer for something, and you’d completely forgotten about your hasty exit. “Tasha, I can explain?”

You’d never voiced your curiosity about the idea, always too hesitant to ask either of your girlfriends or figure out how to try out the kink you secretly loved. But of course Natasha had found a way. Confirmation she could do anything. “After I discovered your dirty little secret, I didn’t really know what to do about it, but conveniently I found out that our dear Wanda here had a secret of her own.” Natasha permanently gave up on her book, setting it on the nightstand in favor of scooping Wanda up to sit her up properly on her lap. “Isn’t that right, mommy?”

“Oh…” You thought you were going to combust. You sat dumbfounded in the middle of the bed, watching Natasha coo over the smaller woman squirming in her hold, her hands slipping under her shirt to make direct contact with Wanda’s warm skin. It should be illegal how hot they look together. Long ago you’d accepted you’d never stop drooling over them, but this.. this was too much. From the start Natasha made you call her daddy; you took it as just a show of dominance, but as time went on, the thought stuck with you and you craved the times she’d force you to submit under the name. Now, even used to the expectation of the moniker, it still sent shivers up your spine. Adding Wanda to that dynamic felt greedy, sinful even- never in your wildest dreams would you have asked that of her. Even if you did tend to control her in the bedroom, you weren’t sure if she’d want you to call her something of the sort or take on that kind of role. She was nearly putty in your hands with the softest of pet names; it didn’t cross your mind she might have the counterpart to your hidden fantasies.

Agonizingly slowly you drag yourself closer to the two of them, inching forward until you were face to face with Wanda, sandwiching her in between you and Natasha. The way she instantly reached out for you, winding her thin arms about your shoulders should have been confirmation enough, but you needed to hear her say it. You had to know if you were on the same page. “Is that true, Wanda? Can I call you mommy?”

Her nose brushed yours, foreheads touching as she let out a steadying breath, “Yes please,” It was just like her to add on a please; sweet and submissive to her core. Still, it was something she’d longed for since she found out she wasn’t the only one Nat made to call her daddy. Hers was a power play, an assertion of her authority, but Wanda didn’t want that, not really. She wanted you to love her unconditionally, to know you’d do anything to satisfy her in whatever way she needed. Her goal was a sure sign of your commitment to her. “I know you want to.”

“I-I do want to…” A few times throughout your relationship you’d almost slipped and said it, usually covering it up with a cough or a moan, but you made a mental note to ask if she’d ever caught on. If she had, she was too nice to push you into talking about it without you bringing it up first.

Natasha for her part, was quite pleased with herself. Both you and Wanda loved to hesitate and cute as it was, she adored seeing her plans coming together. “I know that wasn’t all you wanted, sweetheart. Mommy and Daddy have a surprise for you.” Her hands fully slipped under Wanda’s shirt, stretching the ribbed material until she reached two warm mounds of flesh and cupped them in her palms, “I did some research of my own and, turns out, it’s not too hard to replicate what those girls do for the camera...” You watched Natasha play with Wanda right in front of you, fabric outlining her every move as she pinched and tugged her nipples into hardness. Wanda was near sobbing with need, begging Natasha to stop, “As an added surprise, it made my little bunny extremely sensitive, but I’ve been making her wait until the perfect moment.” You’d wondered why she was so irritable since you returned two days ago from your latest mission, like she wanted to throw herself on you, but looked out for Natasha’s permission; something she hadn’t yet given. Now you knew why she’d been simultaneously avoiding you and giving you the deepest looks of longing you’d ever received. Natasha was eerily thorough. “Go ahead, printsessa, tell her what you want.”

Wanda opened her eyes finally, pools of green bearing into you with your faces now inches apart. “Detka, please, make mommy feel good.” You nodded eagerly, giving her a parting kiss to the lips before you backed up just far enough for Natasha to remove Wanda’s top, settling her so her back was flush against her front. As soon as you could, you dove in, wet kisses littering Wanda’s sensitive skin. You wanted to worship every inch of her, let her know just how much you adored her. As careful as you tried to be, sometimes you got carried away and in your lust you knew Wanda would have marks to cover up in the morning. Kissing a path from the hollow of her throat down to the hot valley of her breasts, you breathed out a sigh, happy just to feel the warmth of her against your face.

You gave due attention to each side, sure your lips had been over every inch of her except for where you both wanted to be. Finally your lips engulfed a taut nipple, teeth grazing over the tissue in your haste. “Careful, love, be gentle,” Wanda hissed, wanting to let you explore, but also too sensitive to handle pain right now. She was no stranger to what you were doing, but under these circumstances every lick and bite felt one thousand times stronger.

Heeding her warning, you started back carefully, licking over her hurt bud apologetically. She began bucking her hips against air until Natasha held her still, and the positive reaction gave you enough confidence to start to suck. Gentle but firm, you hollowed your cheeks just a bit until you feel that first bit of liquid hit your tongue. She was sweet, as expected, and in an instant you knew you’d be hooked on this. Wanda fell in love with the sensation as well, trying unsuccessfully to squeeze her legs together; you were in the way. Natasha nudged her nose against Wanda’s neck, trailing up and down the pale column of her throat until the temptation to mark where you hadn’t took over, sucking at her own pace, slow and sure until the witch was whining her name. “Is this okay?” Wanda gave a quick nod of approval, hips chasing where Natasha’s treacherous hand was slipping into her shorts. “Aww, do you need my help, princess?”

The ever growing damp spot on her underwear told Natasha that yes, she did, and she tugged them aside to slide two fingers through where she was already wet and wanting. She hadn’t known how affected she was until Natasha was drawing lazy patterns across her folds, taking her sweet time, but now Wanda needed more. “Shit, Nat-” Wanda gasped, tightening her hand in your hair as you dutifully switched to her neglected breast and began torturing that one instead. “Please?”

“Please,” Natasha mocked, brushing over Wanda’s clit for just a second, leaving her to jerk once in her lap. She loved bringing her up slowly, dragging every single twitch and shake she possibly could from the younger woman. From day one Natasha savored each surprised squeak she got, sexual or not. “You’re making such a mess, Wands. I told you it’d be worth it if you waited for us to take care of you.” Wanda was in on Natasha’s plan beforehand, but only to a point. She couldn’t have predicted how overwhelming being caught between her two favorite people would be; as much as she wanted to keep her head clear, it proved impossible now. “Daddy knows best, especially for mommy and our dumb little baby.” The mention of being their baby had you moaning against Wanda’s pert nipple, selfishly rocking your hips down into the mattress. You hadn’t been touched yet at all, but fuck, Wanda fulfilling your fantasies was hotter than you’d imagined.

Her fingers circled the brunette’s entrance just slow enough to tease; long hair splayed over Natasha’s shoulder as Wanda let her head fall back, exposing the pale column of her throat to the woman behind her. “Oh you just love getting sucked dry, don’t you? Go on, fuck yourself on my fingers.” She pushed in suddenly, two fingers burying themselves deep in Wanda’s tight cunt. She didn’t bother waiting for her to adjust, Natasha knew about her girlfriend’s love of a good, deep fuck intimately; the combination of naughty words and brutal treatment affecting her much more than she ever admitted out loud. Soon enough Wanda fell in time with the rhythm of her fingers, meeting her thrusts with every rock of her hips.

Her body felt like it was on fire, screaming for release, but your mouth was too much and pain threatened to overtake pleasure. “You have to stop, baby… m’sorry…” You reluctantly pulled away when the hand in your hair tugged, nipples growing too sensitive for contact anymore.

Being apart from her made your body feel cold, empty and you whined watching her breasts bounce lightly in motion with how she pushed down for more of Natasha, you wanted to help too. “Mommy…” you begged, but you didn’t know what for. Your brain was hazy, all you knew was the two flushed women mere inches from you- truly you’d do anything for them. “I want you, mommy!” Maybe you were too loud, too distressed with your request because whatever world Wanda had fallen into, she agonizingly brought herself back to focus.

Wanda forced her head back up, bringing her hand from your head to shush you. Her fingers stroked your cheek and you leant into the touch instinctively, pouting your swollen lips when her thumb pushed against them. “I’m right here, malyshka, come here, come help mommy,” her voice was breathy, staggered, but your focus was on the finger in your mouth now, sucking desperately as if you hadn’t just been attached to her only moments ago. “Such a talented little mouth, let’s put it to good use, yeah?”

You nodded eagerly, letting her guide you down until you were forced to lay on your stomach, pulling you by the nape of your neck until you were face to face with where Natasha was filling her. She was dripping, soaking the sheets under them and you whimpered, trying to put your mouth on her again only to find her strong hand stopping you. Confused, you strained to look up at Wanda, wordlessly pleading to be allowed.

“Ask nicely, detka.” She may have been half out of her mind with lust, but she was still somewhat in charge. You were to give her what she wants, not have free reign over her; it was crucial she reminded you of your place. Wanda pet your hair gently as she waited for you to speak up, but when hesitation and defiance flickered in your eyes, she had to squash that. With a sharp tug on your scalp, she grinned when you hissed, ripped from your thoughts. “Words or you won’t get daddy’s cock later.” Natasha chuckled from behind you both, twisting her fingers, Wanda grunting and accidentally yanking your hair too hard on reflex.

Fuck. “No no, mommy please! I want to taste you, please let me!” There was no way you’d survive this without some promise of relief after; the only thing rivaling your need to make Wanda happy was the desire to let Natasha claim you as hers yet again. The mission you’d just returned from was stressful; in the aftermath you still felt wire tight and with Natasha all but refusing to touch you longer than a few minutes, you were clamoring at any chance offered. You’d been so good too, all you wanted was the opportunity to show her how well you could take care of her.

Wanda hummed, tapping your temple with her finger as a go ahead, “Make me feel good.” Smooth muscle ran over her folds eagerly, daring to tease right above where she was needed for just a moment until Wanda forced your head into place. You gave in, sucking her neglected clit into your mouth, dragging a rough groan from the woman above. All you could smell, taste, feel was Wanda, thoroughly drunk on her. Breathing was hard, but that didn’t matter as long as you could stay with her, be with her, you’d keep going. “You’re such a good little girl for me, aren’t you baby? Always so ready to do whatever mommy wants.”

Sloppy moans of agreement resounded from you and around her bud, perfectly timed with Natasha’s thrusts and Wanda knew she couldn’t hang on much longer. “Nat- Natty- please, I-I need..!” She was grinding against your face now, rocking back and forth between leaning into your mouth and Natasha’s fingers. The coil in the pit of her stomach was so tight it started to hurt; Wanda wouldn’t be surprised if tears were falling from her eyes, but the red burn of her cheeks numbed her from anything else. “C-Can I cum?”

Natasha was in heaven, both of her girls panting to keep up with their own arousal in front of her. And one of them she hadn’t even had to touch yet. A deep growl rumbled in her throat, muffled by Wanda’s shoulder where her head rested for the perfect view of both of you, “Go on, mommy, come all over my fingers.” Silken walls squeezed around her digits like a vice, fucking her through her orgasm while you licked her slowly now, pulling away a little now that Wanda’s grip had gone slack. Once she settled, Natasha removed her fingers and offered them to you to which you greedily slurped them clean, still crouched between Wanda’s legs. She saw your eyes going heavy and pinched your bottom lip between her thumb and forefinger, bringing your focus back with a yelp. “Don’t get too sleepy, malyshka. How else am I supposed to give you your reward?”

Before you could ask, Natasha had captured Wanda in a bruising kiss, holding her flush back against her even though Wanda still struggled to catch her breath. The sight now made you impatient and you sat up on your knees, tugging the two of them apart with a whine. “Can it be my turn now? Did I do good, mommy?”

Wanda chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead far too softly for how not soft you currently were. “You did just perfect, baby.” She toppled herself out of Natasha’s lap to sit next to her, hands making a beeline for the redhead’s shorts. “I think she earned her reward, Tasha, don’t you?”

Natasha shook her head in agreement, lifting her hips for Wanda to rid her of her bottoms, revealing one of your favorite straps resting against her. “Come here, Daddy wants a kiss.” She beckoned you with a finger, but you were already shedding your own pants, clamoring into her lap like a touch starved puppy. Her thighs were warm and just a tinge bit damp, Wanda’s doing no doubt, and you mewled, wiggling just to feel the thick toy slot against you. Your lips connected in a fervor, Natasha tasting Wanda on your tongue and groaning, “Shit, you got yourself so full from mommy already, sure you can handle me now, sweetheart?”

Nodding eagerly, you sat up straighter, trying unsuccessfully to push onto her, “I can take it, Daddy! Please, I want you to fill me!” That was all you needed to convince her; she lined you up to the toy and gripped your thighs, letting you sink down until you were seated in her lap again with a whimper. The stretch barely hurt, if you were being honest, the relief you felt just by getting something far outweighed anything that could be perceived as pain. Natasha’s features scrunched, just barely catching the moan that threatened to erupt. The strap she picked was double ended and when you began to move, her end did too. Her pick of toys couldn’t be all for your enjoyment only after all, she was the one who arranged everything.

“Fuck yourself on my cock, honey. Show mommy what you’re like when you’re my sweet little slut.” Completely opposite of Wanda, Natasha demanded dominance, fucking you into submission whenever she wanted to. No matter how much authority you could wield over Wanda, you didn’t stand a chance against Natasha’s power. She held your hips hard, bouncing you on the dildo more for her pleasure than your own. Each time you fell onto her pelvis, that toy hit just the right angle and if she came first, so be it. Occasionally Natasha was selfish in what she took and tonight her gracious nature had run out with Wanda; now she craved her own release above it all. She was unapologetic in the way she’d use you, commanding and all-encompassing- you never got enough of it. There was a ringing in your ears, dazed on the near euphoric stretch your girlfriend was forcing you to take, but faintly you made out Wanda’s calming voice.

“Look at you two. Daddy fucking our plaything until she can’t speak, how cute.” You felt her mouth drag over your bare shoulder, almost cool against your overheated skin. “This is what you get when you do a good job for your mommy,” your eyes squeezed shut, hands balling into fists on Natasha’s shirt; it was all too much. Times like these you were convinced Wanda must’ve been using her powers, refusing to believe just Wanda’s voice could affect you so deeply. It was embarrassing how weak you were for the sweet honey tones that’d say either the kindest or the meanest things, “just the nasty fucking you told me about.”

Fuck, she’d told her. You should’ve known your girlfriends would jump at the chance to gossip about you; with Natasha doing all of this, it was probably part of her plan. It only made you moan louder, the wet sounds of your bodies coming together flushing the tense surface of your skin further. Every meeting of your hips rubbed the textured back of the toy against Natasha’s clit, driving her ever closer to her end. One look at you, head lolled against her shoulder, begging and pleading nonsensically for something neither she or Wanda could seemingly make out, goosebumps high on your skin, Natasha knew you wouldn’t last much longer either.

“Look at me.” Reluctantly wrenching your head up, you forced your eyes open, staring deep into determined blue hues. Her jaw was set tight, clearly holding back with every ounce of restraint she had. “You’re going to cum with me or not at all, and I want to see you.” Just her words had you mewling, hips jerking in erratic motions as you chased your high; you wanted to cum with her, to see her come apart in the same moments you did. “Cum, baby. Show mommy and daddy how much you need us.” You sank onto her particularly hard, the tip of the toy hitting so perfectly deep that you were shuddering, eyes crossing for a second while you were knocked full force into your orgasm. Natasha was right after you, clenching around her end with a loud moan, “Fuck, fuck, you’re so perfect, my love..”

Before you could fall back, Wanda was behind you, letting you melt into her comforting embrace as you shook with aftershocks. There was nothing like the sweet, caring presence of the brunette as you came back to your senses, warmth wrapping around you like a freshly washed blanket. “Thank you, Natty...” It was barely a whisper, but Natasha heard, pulling the strap from you and then her, discarding it for now in favor of laying back against the headboard for you and Wanda to join her.

You both snuggled into either side of her and Wanda tugged the nearest blanket over the three of you as was her ritual. Wanda was by far the cuddliest and believed in bringing both you and Natasha into her gentle aftercare practices every single time, not that you minded of course. Natasha pretended to be bothered, but frequently she was the one who held you and Wanda the tightest.

Natasha casually brushed some of your hair back into place, leaning down to leave a quick peck on the tip of your nose. “Any time, sweetheart. And Wanda?” She turned to the brunette expectantly who only blushed and ducked her head into the crook of Natasha’s neck.

Wanda groaned, rolling over onto her stomach and wishing she was small enough to hide under Natasha’ reclining form. “Fine, you were right and it was worth the wait, but please don’t make me hold out that long again. I might actually kill someone.” The past two weeks since she’d agreed to Natasha’s terms had been hell, she’d grown so irritable most people had started avoiding her altogether. Wanda couldn’t blame them, with how quick she was to snap, red flashing around her eyes with one wrong move, she would’ve ignored her too.

“I can’t believe you arranged this whole thing while I was away, perfect timing.” You looked over to where Wanda was mumbling something about being embarrassed in training and Natasha was affectionately patting her head and chuckled. Intimidating as they could be, they were complete dorks. Your dorks.

“Yeah well, I am a trained spy. Scheming and timing is kinda my thing.” Natasha rolled her eyes, wrapping an arm around both of you. Exhaustion fell over her then and she let her eyes fall closed. She’d come to trust sleeping around you long ago, but every time you caught her falling asleep first, your heart grew. With every waking moment Natasha worked to protect and support her friends and family; she was amazing at it, but as soon as she allowed herself to rest, you felt the need to protect her. Both you and Wanda were glad to give her that brief peace of mind. “And maybe, I wouldn’t have to if you two showed some initiative, but no I have to do everything around here.”

Tired as you all were, her words got you and you locked eyes with Wanda, exchanging a knowing smile. The two of you ducked in, planting a kiss on each of Natasha’s cheeks. “Aww, you love us,” Wanda cooed, earning a playful tug on her long locks from the redhead as she tried to shove you both off. “It’s fine, we know it’s true.”

“I tolerate you for my own gain.” The sleepy upward curve of Natasha’s lips told you otherwise; she was so stubborn.

And of course you still loved her. “Whatever you say, Tash.”

[ysljoon]

Lunchbox Friends|Park Jimin x Reader

This fanfic is mature so please avoid if you are not 18+. This is also a yandere fic so there are sensitive topics.

Warnings: Drinking/mentions of alcohol, partying, oral sex (f receiving), assault (Jungkook gets punched by Jimin), choking, noncon sex, Jimin is a peeping tom, masturbation, creampie. threats, mentions of a knife

Jimin had been by your side since middle school and you guys have been stuck together by the hip since then and refuse to separate. You don’t ever plan on living your life without him as he has seen you at your highest highs and your lowest lows. He knows you inside and out and you wouldn’t want this any other way. It wasn’t until you guys went to college that you realized your friendship had overstepping boundaries. It wasn’t noticeable to you until your friends pointed it out to you and even then you were still in denial. Why would your best friend suddenly not look out for you? It just didn’t make sense to you and you wanted to push it out of your mind.

Tonight was Hoseok and Jungkook’s party and you felt the whole campus buzzing with excitement. You were never close with Hoseok, but you had a few run-ins with Jungkook since he was friends with Jimin and Jimin had introduced him to you. Jungkook seemed like a sweet person and you had your eye on him for a while so you thought tonight was the perfect night to make your move on him. Once your classes were done you took the shuttle to your shared apartment with Jimin to get your outfit ready for tonight. When you reached the apartment you saw Jimin on the couch just watching TV.

“Y/N! You’re back, come give me a hug I missed you!” You dropped your bag by the couch and collapsed in his lap. He attacked you with tight hugs and kisses on the top of your head. Your friendship is very close and touchy, but this is just what happens after years of friendship so boundaries were very few and far between. You snuggled in his lap and scrolled on your phone to kill time and he continued to watch some drama filled reality show that he constantly loved to watch.

As time passed you realized it was an hour before the party so you tried to get up from Jimin’s lap but he wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you down. “Y/N can’t we just stay here for the night you can have so much fun with just me! We don’t need to go to some dumb party to have fun on a Friday.” Jimin whined, but you pried yourself from his arms and made your way to the bathroom to shower. You stepped in the shower and played music to get you in a hype mood to be in the party mindset. You were singing your heart out and didn’t hear the bathroom door creak open to create a slight opening that allowed your body to be exposed to prying eyes. Those prying eyes belonged to Jimin and you were unsuspecting of the fact.

Jimin ogled your naked body in the shower through the steamy glass panes and it started to make his pants tighten. Jimin started to palm himself while admiring the curves of your ass and breasts. You were in the middle of shampooing your hair, your bottle of body wash fell off the shelf and you bent over to pick it up and that had Jimin groaning from pleasure. He unbuttoned his pants and slid his underwear down enough where he could fist his cock with ease. He filthily spit into his hand and rubbed his dick slowly to not build up to his orgasm too quickly. You started to sway your hips back and forth to the rhythm of the upbeat song in your playlist. This had you looking so sexy in Jimin’s eyes. He wasn’t only getting off on how good your soapy body looked in the shower, but also the thrill of knowing he’s jerking off to his best friend who doesn't know how much he wants to ruin her right on the spot. Jimin hurriedly came to his orgasm when he realized you were almost done with your shower and hurried to his room when he stroked out his high.

You finished getting ready and slipped on a tight dress. You slipped on your shoes and waited for Jimin on the couch. After 10 minutes of impatience you knocked on his door and he swung it open after the second knock. “It really surprises me how impatient you are, it’s a wonder how I’ve tolerated you for this long.” You just rolled your eyes in response and grabbed his hand to leave.

Once you enter the house party you notice both Hoseok and Jungkook talking in the kitchen. Just seeing Jungkook brought butterflies to your tummy. Before you made your way to the men you found the table filled with bottles of drinks and poured yourself about two shots worth of fireball and downed it in one big gulp. You needed liquid courage if you wanted to make any progress with Jungkook tonight. Jimin watched you with wide eyes at your sudden behavior and you just gave him a wide smile while you made your strides to the kitchen. Jimin stood in his spot dumbfounded on how easily you left him. It irked him and made him feel disposable. He tried to brush off the feeling but it loomed over him for the rest of the night. He followed the direction you traveled to and saw you talking to Jungkook. You were giggling to no end and your cheeks were so round from how much you were smiling. This whole night bothered Jimin as he expected to spend it with you and only true. He walked away from the scene and moped on the couch while watching the party go down. If he continued to watch you throw yourself at his friend he would end up doing something he would regret.

“Y/N I’m surprised we haven’t properly hung out, you’re so much fun outside of class!” You rolled your eyes at his comment and poured yourself another mixed drink. The drinks helped you and Jungkook start to get cozy with each other. Hoseok even left you two alone when he noticed the atmosphere start to change between you two. Somehow the two of you managed to get rid of any space between each other and were now in close enough proximity to be skin to skin. The two of you were drunk enough to be bold but also not drunk enough to forget what happens if your actions don’t work in your favor. You started to eye his lips and Jungkook noticed because he started to come closer to you and get rid of the already nonexistent space between you two. Slowly your lips started to mold together and your stomach felt like there were fireworks bursting inside you. The two of you pulled away and Jungkook kept his hand on the small of your back. “Y/N, I hope you take me up on this offer or I’ll feel like a total idiot, but do you want to go up to my room and continue?” You were quick to agree and fervently nodded. Jungkook gave you a grin and took your hand in his and you two were quick to go up the stairs to his room.

Jimin saw you two go up the stairs and now he was livid. His best friend ditched him to go get fucked by his friend. You were selfish and he was going to make you regret your decision of being such a whore in front of him. He downed his drink and rushed up the stairs to Jungkook’s room. He swung open the door to find you completely naked and Jungkook’s head between your thighs. Oh how he wishes it was him instead. You looked at JImin mortified and crawled under Jungkook’s bedsheet with haste. Jungkook came close to your side and held your shaking body. “J-Jimin you could’ve at least knocked or something!” You were borderline angry at this point as Jimin wasn’t taking any hint to leave. Jimin took it upon himself to invite himself further into the room and locked the door behind himself. Now Jungkook was starting to get agitated. “Bro you’re my friend and all, but I really think you should go right now. I wasn’t doing anything to your best friend that she doesn’t want.” Jimin was furious to hear Jungkook’s words and in a blind fit of rage he punched Jungkook out cold and watched his body drop to the floor with a loud thud. “Jimin! What on Earth are you doing?” Now you really were scared as you have never seen Jimin act out so violently.

“Y/N, you have no idea how much I want you and have fantasized about you. Now you’re going to see tonight how I’ll make you mine!” He grabbed you by your throat and threw you down on the bed. You started to strain yourself to get any chance to breathe, but any chance you got Jimin held onto your throat tighter. He had a sinister look on his face and you were scared for your life. When your vision started to go in and out from darkness Jimin released his grasp on you and you dry heaved for oxygen. He did that just to put you in a weakened state and he used it to his advantage. He crawled on the bed and loomed over your body and grabbed your legs to drag you closer to him. He tried to force his head between your thighs but you clamped them together but he managed to pry them open. He gave you a hard slap on the back of your thigh. “Princess you won’t like me if you disobey me and fight back so just please just let me love you.” Jimin tried to give you a soft look, but you can still see the darkness embedded into his eyes. You forced yourself to comply without making eye contact. The idea of your best friend was gone and you would do anything to have him back and not have this monster in front of you.

Jimin lowered his head down to your core and gave you kitten licks on your clit. You felt so much sensitivity and you clamped your legs around his head. You felt Jimin let out a light chuckle and you tried to block the sound out of your mind. You tried to make the situation better for yourself by imagining that it was just Jungkook above you instead of Jimin taking advantage of you. Once Jimin had his fill of eating you out he lifted himself up and freed himself from his pants. Once he had his cock out he shoved himself into your tight, wet cunt with no mercy and you gripped onto the sheets with a vice grip. “Kitten, don't you love how my fat cock feels in your hole? Don’t I make you feel so good.” You had your eyes shut trying to acclimatize to his cock, but the pain was taking too long to subside. Without even getting a chance to answer, Jimin grabbed your jaw to make you look at him. “Y/N, I want an answer. Tell me how good I make you feel.” You felt so embarrassed, but you just needed to give him an answer to please him. “Y-yes you make me feel so good! “ Jimin loved how his cock looked sliding in and out of your pussy and how your tits bounced and that it brought him close to his orgasm. You felt his grip get tighter on your hips and you felt his thrusts get rougher and his groans get louder. You knew he reached his high when you felt his hips stutter and his cum start to leak out from your hole. Once he was out of you he got dressed like what just happened was not troubling. You stared at the ceiling and felt the tears drip down your cheeks. Just when you thought it was all over Jimin’s body was above you again and this time he had a pocket knife pressed to your throat. “If you ever try to get with Jungkook or anyone else I will kill you. You are mine and only mine you need to know that.”

Notes: I hope you guys are currently enjoying the start of my yandere series! I will eventually get to all the members. I am also working on making a masterlist so in the mean time if you would like to find my other works you can find them under the tag ‘bts fanfiction’ or ‘bts fanfic’ if you search my page! Again if you liked what you read please leave a like and a reblog it really helps! You can also give me a Kofi if you would like to help support my work!

[cazzyvintage]

Never break the chain

Synopsis: You were Zemo’s devoted girlfriend, he would take you all over the world and treat you to everything you want in life however that all changed the day Sokiva fell. Consumed by anger Zemo went off the deep end trying to avenge his fallen country and you last saw him being escorted to prison. Years later you became really ill and there was only one thing that could save you. After a lot of searching you finally managed to get your hands on some super soldier serum which saved you however Zemo is now out of prison as is determined to finish what he started no matter what stood in his way.

Warnings/Tags: Bad Zemo, Mentions of guns, Toxic relationship, Almost cried while writing this, Hits in the feelings, Lots of angst, So much angst, Mentions of death

Word count: 1.7k

Author’s note: Hello my fellow masochists *cough* Markiplier *cough*, I for one thrive on sad moments in fics, ones that break my heart. I live off angst and I am sure I am not the only one in this so I have written this angsty Zemo fic. There is no fluff here just sadness so you have been warned. I’m going to write a really sweet and fluff filled one shot after this as an apology. Also warning this relationship is toxic so like obviously I don’t condone Zemo’s behaviour in this, he’s meant to be a dick here.

I got inspired to write this from a song so like if you want extra emotions listen to this: https://youtu.be/1A8YpV1tfsQ

This is also being posted on my ao3 account under the name Casmad

The wind blew sharply against you, the coldness of it scratching your skin. Your eyes water up slightly at the harshness of it and you wrap your arms around your body trying to warm yourself up. You looked out over the cliff, looking over now the deserted area you once called home. Sokovia. Its beautiful landscape is broken and torn apart. An echo of how magnificent it once was. You raise your hand to touch the chain that hung around your neck. A reminder of the past.

“Darling I would be honored if you wore this for me. I have a similar one I’ll always keep around my neck so that even when we are apart, there’s a part of us that will always be together” Zemo asks nervously, swallowing and glancing from the necklace in his hand to your face.

You put your hands onto his, taking the necklace, “I’ll never take it off”

Zemo’s face broke out into a smile, his eyes shining as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest. He holds you closely as you close your eyes melting into his presence. He kisses the top of your forehead and rests the top of his head on yours. “My beautiful moon” he murmurs

A tear slowly slipped down your cheek as you thought back to better times. You had been so happy with him. You two had planned your whole lives out together. The Baron and Baroness.

“Would you care to accompany me to the ball?” Zemo asks, holding his arm out to you.

“Oh I don’t know should I?” you joke, holding your chin in your hand as if questioning it, making Zemo chuckle.

“If you do I promise you can be in charge in the bedroom tonight,” he says as he leans into you. You grin back at him, raising your hand to his suit jacket and pulling him towards you for a kiss. As you feel his lips on yours and his hand rests on your hip you smile into the kiss. As you pull back you swell with happiness seeing a rosy tint to Zemo’s cheeks.

“I suppose turning up to to a ball on the arm of a Baron has its perks”

Zemo laughs and pulls you into a side hug placing a kiss on your temple.

“What would I do without you” he hums to himself as he admires you “My moon”

Everything made sense, everything fit. You couldn’t imagine a life any different till it happened.

You and Zemo had been away visiting a local country when you heard of the news. You collapsed on the floor screaming at the tv as Zemo was on the phone already organizing a trip back home. When you arrived your heart broke seeing all the destruction. Zemo was holding your hand but he let go. It was all gone. Everything. Your whole life had changed just like that.

You wipe the tears away from your cheeks yet they continue to flow as you remembered what happened after. The madness and desire for revenge had consumed Zemo. You tried to stop him. You really did but what could you have done?

“Helmut, please. This isn’t healthy...this...this isn’t you!” you cried as Zemo was preparing his attack on the avengers

“Y/n I have to do this. There is no other way” he angrily replied, refusing to look at you.

“I can’t support this” you whisper, grabbing a hold of his arm. “I can’t watch you do this”

Zemo looks at you, his face forlorn as he watches the tears fall from your eyes. He pulls you to his chest wrapping his arm around you and kisses the top of your head, stroking your hair. “I’m not asking you to moon”

You leave the warmth of his arms and watch as he grabs his bags and walks out of your room, giving you one last glimpse of goodbye before he walks out of your life.

That was the last time you saw him in person. The next time it was on the news as he was being arrested. In the end, his plan had succeeded. He split up the avengers but then what? It didn’t bring anyone back. Sokovia was still dead and you were left behind while he was locked up for life.

You close your eyes, squeezing out the remains of your tears, preparing to leave this cliff looking over your deserted town when you hear the sound of a click. You let in a sharp breath of recognition. Slowly turning around your eyes adjust to the barrow of a gun and the person standing behind it.

Zemo.

He still looked the same as you remembered. Though if you stared closely you could see lines showing his age starting to appear, the bags under his eyes were bigger than what they once were however after all this time it was still him. He even wore that ridiculously over-the-top coat that you always stole from him.

His eyes however were different, when you always looked into them in the past they seemed warm, like the feeling of drinking hot chocolate. You could melt in them but now they were stone cold. Emotionless. Like he wasn’t even there.

“Zemo…” you breathed out focusing on him

“I planned to eliminate all superheroes” he states

You shake your head at him, “Zemo please”

“I’ve almost completed my plan to rid the world of superheroes, of ‘super soldiers’”

“Please let me explain,” you say starting to take a step forward to him but he quickly raises his other hand grasping the gun, holding it in both hands now and pointing it at you making you stop in your tracks.

“How could you,” he spits, his lips drawing back in a snarl “How could you become one of them!”

“I had no choice” You rasp, tears starting to flow from your eyes again, “I would have died otherwise”

“THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED THAN TAKEN IT” Zemo shouts

The colour drains from your face, your eyes widen in shock staring at him. His jaw tightens as he glares at you. You both stand there in silence taking in what he had said.

Wiping the side of your tear-stained cheek you smile sadly at him, sniffing, you step forward again resting your forehead against the gun.

“Okay” you simply say, your throat feeling like sandpaper as you utter those words

Zemo glares at you, his finger resting on the trigger. The gun starts to shake as he clenches his face in anger.

“DAM IT” he shouts, throwing the gun to the side. His hands grab onto your shoulders roughly, causing you to hiss in pain.

“Why are you doing this to me y/n. How could you do this to me” He snaps.

You were too shocked to reply to him, causing him to get even angrier. His eyes swarmed with tears and when one threatened to fall he pushed you back and turned away so you wouldn’t see.

You shakily let out a breath you were holding in and collapsed onto your knees. Your heart was beating rapidly against your chest and you clenched the sides of your body with your arms in comfort.

Zemo turns back around to you, hatred in his eyes. “I’ve come so far, killing so many just to be stopped here”

“Because you refuse to kill the woman you love” you implored in hope but he shakes his head, “No. Not that”

“Yes, yes that Zemo!” you say shakily getting back up off the ground. “Zemo I still love you though by gods I shouldn’t. We made a promise to each other” you affirmed holding up the chain around your neck, “We were forever Zemo”

Zemo’s finger brushed up against the chain that had been hanging around his neck for the past seven years. They wrap around the chain and in one swift motion, he pulls it off his neck, breaking the chain and throwing it to the ground.

You stare at the broken chain on the floor, your heart dropping. In just one notion it was like all those moments you two spent together were worth nothing. It had led to nothing.

Zemo grabs ahold of your chain and pulls you closer to him, “The truth is, my darling moon, that you don’t love me either”

You try to argue back to him but he raises his finger to your lips, “ah”

“You want to know how I know?”

You don’t say anything, staring at him confused, he leans towards you and automatically you close your eyes however he instead he puts his lips to your ears,

“You’ve been calling me Zemo instead of Helmut”

He lets go of the chain, pushing you away from him again, the force knocking you to the ground.

You think back over your conversation. He was right. When had you started referring him to his last name rather than his first name? You had always called him by his first name before.

You look back up to him, your eyes watering and noticing the tears starting to fall from his eyes.

“I spent years in that prison imaging what it would be like to finally get out. To hold you in my arms once again. To have what we once had. It was the only thing that kept me going in there. You can’t even begin to imagine the pain I felt when I found out the truth. The pain of your betrayal. I hated you. I...I” his voice cracked as he started to cry more

He keeps trying to stop letting out a sob yet his mouth can’t help but frown and his face contorted. “I thought I could stop the pain by getting rid of you but I can’t. Even though I can’t stand looking at you I can’t kill you”

He swallows and looks away from you to the chain on the ground, “I don’t want to ever see you again.”

You could have said something then. Called out to him. Spoke sense to him. He might have even listened but you didn’t. You didn’t say anything. You didn’t try to stop him. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes.

He turns his back and starts to walk away but stops for a moment, turning his head slightly.

“Goodbye y/n”

[quicksilverownsmysoul]

Sugar Sugar 🎶

Based off an ask from @spider-starry who wanted me to write a sweet Colin fic filled with lots of love and kisses! You said sugar in the beginning of your ask and honey that is what inspired this! I hope you enjoy it!!

Colin was working late again for the fifth time this week so you decided to surprise him with dinner. You had stopped at his favorite Chinese place and ordered an ungodly amount of food. That way if Colin was too busy to eat with you you could just drop some off with him and go home and eat the other half while binge watching Brooklyn nine nine. (Colin had gotten you hooked on the show).

You pulled up to the station and noticed how dark it was, the only lights seemed to be coming from the main floor where Colin and Mare’s shared office was. As you got out of your car you saw Mare standing outside smoking, she gave you a nod, acknowledging your approaching form.

“Hey Mare.” You smiled at her, she let out a breath of smoke. She glanced down at the large bag in your hand. You followed her gaze and lifted it up so she could see it. “I bought Colin dinner.”

“That’s nice of you.” You stood looking at one another for a while, Mare cocked her eyebrow at you. “Aren’t you gonna call him so he can come down and get it?”

“Actually, I was hopping you could unlock the door for me, so I can go up and surprise him.”

“And why would I do that?”

“For love.” You cooed in a sweet voice, she just rolled her eyes at you giving you a small smirk.

“Nice try (y/n).”

“Fine.” You fished into your bag of takeout and took out one of the boxes. “I’ll trade ya this if you let me in.”

“What’s in it?”

“Orange chicken.”

“Gimme.” Mare held her hand out and you lightly tossed it towards her. She pushed herself off the wall and took out her keys.

“Thank you.”

“Yeah yeah.”

You heard the jingle of her keys again as she locked the door behind you. You gave her another grateful smile and she just rolled her eyes and waved goodbye as she headed home. You headed up the steps, carefully, making sure not to shake the food up too much. As you got closer to the top you could see light streaming down from the floor Colin was on.

You could also hear the soft melody of music, it was crackly and faded. You peaked around the corner when you got to the top, looking for Colin. You saw him in his office with the door cracked open. He was dancing back and forth in the little room as he worked. He’d pick up papers and do this little move while hanging it up on the large bulletin board. He was swaying his hips back and forth and signing along a loudly to the song on the radio. It was Sugar Sugar by the Archies. Your smile got wider the longer you watched him, the way he’d do a step and a skip, or twirl around and bob his head to the beat.

By now he was belting out the lyrics, by no means was he the best singer but he sang with so much passion it didn’t even matter. He danced over to the radio and turned it up louder, making the glass walls of his office shake. “Pour a little sugar on it honey! Pour a little sugar on it baby!” His work was long forgotten at this point, he was so into his performance, even changing his voice along with the singers. “Make your life so sweet, yeah yeah YEAH!”

You did you best to suppress your giggles, hiding your wide smile behind your hand. You didn’t want to give yourself away. His head was thrown back belting out the lyrics, he was completely immersed in the song, doing a shoulder shimmy that slowly got more intense as the song began to end.

You walked closer to his office, clapping. “Woo!” You cheered. He whipped around so fast he ended up knocking all the papers to the floor.

“(Y/n)!”

“I didn’t know you were such a good performer babe.” His face turned red at your words, he opened the door to his office wider so you could step in.

He rushed over to lower the radio and went to pick up his papers. He couldn’t meet your eyes. “When did you get here?”

“A couple minutes ago.” He flushed even more at the realization you had seen his whole performance. “I came to bring you dinner.” You placed the bag down on his desk and turned towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning up to kiss him. He melted into your touch.

“You didn’t have to that.” He said, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Melting at the sweet action

“I wanted to. You’ve been staying so late lately and haven’t had a full meal in a while.” You tangled your fingers through his hair, trailing your fingers along his neck making him shiver. You pressed a kiss behind his ear. “Plus a performance like that deserves a treat.” You giggled as he let out an embarrassed groan and pressed his face closer into your neck.

“I can’t believe you saw me. I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be I thought it was cute.” You felt him smile against your skin. He lifted his face up a small smirk evident on his lips, he pulled away and went over to the radio. You looked at him wondering what he was up to. He turned the radio back up, the song I can’t help myself was now playing. He started to hum along to the song, and snap to the beat, rocking himself back and forth.

“What are you doing?” You laughed out.

He smiled at you, inching his way closer. “Dance with me (y/n)”

“What?” He surged forward and pulled you into his arms, causing you to let out a surprised squeak.

His eyes locked onto yours as he began to sing to the first line. “Ooo Sugar pie honey bunch. You know that I love you.” His face scrunched up and he leaned close to give you a Eskimo kiss. He pulled back and spun you away from him, your hands still holding on to one another. He shimmed his shoulders and you did the same making him laugh with joy. He continued on with the song. “When you snap your finger or wink your eye I come running to you.” He winked at you and pulled you back into him, twirling you. He now had his chest pressed against your back, arms warped around your own, almost like a hug. He rocked you two side to side, singing softly in your ear. “I’m tied to you baby, and there’s nothing I can do~” He nipped playfully at your ear and you turned around in his arms to playfully smack his chest.

He let out a hearty laugh, you pulled him down to your level and pressed your lips to his. He smiled into your kiss, you cupped his face in your hand, feeling his skin turn warmer by the second.

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Mare had made it about halfway home before you spun on her heel and headed back towards the station. She unlocked the door and took the steps two at a time, yelling up. “Hey Colin I-“ Mare stopped herself as she reached the top of the steps.

She had come back to the station after realizing that she had left one of her files in her office. She expected to see you and Colin eating takeout and watching one of those cheesy tv shows that you guys were so obsessed with. What she didn’t expect was to see you guys dancing with one another in their office with the lights dimmed.

Colin had his hand resting on your lower back and you had yours on his shoulder, laying your head on his chest. You both had your eyes closed as you swayed together, Colin singing softly to the song on the radio. It’s sweet melody making the whole station sing.

Mare watched you two for a moment, a soft smile on her face. After a moment she shook her head slightly, as if willing her face to go back to its usual disinterested frown. She pursed her lips, she really didn’t have to get the file from her office tonight, it would still be there in the morning. She turned to head back down the stairs a smile trying to fight it’s way back into her face as she headed back home, leaving you and Colin alone in their office. Dancing slowly under the glowing light of the stars, falling impossibly more in love with one another

All I wanna do is dance with Colin in his office is that too much to ask??? 😭😭

[igarbagecannoteven]

Random(ish) word: Pining

😉 Kristen @wiiildflowerrr x

hiya kristen, thanks so much for sending in this prompt! i am,, so sorry for how different this is going to be from what you probably expected but hopefully you'll still enjoy it? it is a crossover fic with the mcu but if you aren't into that you don't really need to know anything about the mcu other than that something happened which caused half the people in the universe to get turned to dust. if you do follow the mcu, then this is post-snap, pre-endgame

trigger warning for mourning/grief over potential/perceived character death & a one-off mention of alcohol consumption.

read on ao3 or under the cut!

It’s been two years since the world fell apart. Two years since half the universe’s population turned to dust, and two years since Calum watched Michael disappear in front of his very eyes. He still hasn’t fully processed it yet.

At first he thought it was some kind of hallucination. He’d never seen any superpowered events in person, only on TV, since Australia didn’t have much of a superhero problem. Michael always joked it was because they couldn’t handle the heat. Once Calum came to grips with the terrible truth that it was real, he had to hope that it could be reversed. He’s never been one to place his faith in strangers, but he was certain that the superheroes were going to be able to reverse it. They had to. There’s no way this is their new reality.

But two years passed without any sign of a solution, and most of the world is slowly starting to believe that the Snap, as it’s now called, is irreversible. Hope is fading fast, and many people have decided to just… move on.

Calum’s tried moving on. He really has. He’s tried throwing himself into his work, drinking his problems away, joining support groups; he even went on a date once, although he left halfway through after having a breakdown in the restaurant’s bathroom. Nothing has been able to erase the terrible ache in his chest.

He sees Michael everywhere. It seems like every time he turns on the radio they’re playing a song Michael loved, and if they aren’t Calum can hear Michael’s voice in his head either making sarcastic remarks about the lyrics or humming along during the second chorus, right about the time he’d always decide whether or not he liked a song. Anytime he goes out somewhere and sees someone from behind wearing a black snapback, his heart leaps into his throat and he has to remind himself that Michael’s gone, that’s not him, and it all comes crashing down around him.

Their flat is the worst. Ashton’s tried to convince him to move out, but Calum refuses to budge. That’s where Michael was when he disappeared, and Calum would be damned if Michael came back to an abandoned flat, or worse, one owned by strangers. He’d gathered up all the dust Michael left behind into a bowl with some clingwrap over the top, so that if Michael springs back into existence from the dust, he won’t have to punch through the lid of a Tupperware container. It sits on their coffee table, the one that Michael always hated with a vengeance even though Calum loves it. Calum knows it’s stupid, but he hopes Michael sees it as a sign of reconciliation. I don’t mind if you break it, I promise. Just come back home.

It's as though Michael’s haunting the flat. Calum can hear his footsteps padding around the kitchen, catches glimpses of his smile out of the corner of his eye, and some days, the worst days, it’s like his laughter is leaking from the walls. On those days, Calum collapses onto their couch and screams into the cushions. It’s like Michael is a missing limb and he’s still feeling twinges of phantom pain. All he can do is hope against hope that unlike a missing limb, Michael will come back.

[crimefightingspiderguy]

marry me

Summary: Shang-Chi and (Y/N) are best friends, but it's not enough. They want to be more, but can they be more?

Warnings: Angst? No spoilers for Shang-Chi and the Legend of the the Ten Rings, just one reference to the movie but it's not a spoiler.

Pairings: Shang-Chi x platonic!reader

Word Count: approx. 2,423

A/N: I based this off the song Marry Me by Thomas Rhett. Go give it a listen, it's a great song! I want to make more fics for Shang-Chi that aren't as angsty as this, but I wanna wait until more people have seen Shang-Chi so I can include scenes from the movie. Hope you enjoy this ❤️

“She wants to get married; she wants it perfect”

“So, when are you two getting married?” Your grandmother asked as she pointed between you and Shang-Chi.

You spit up your water, “Nana, we’ve been over this. Shaun and I are just friends.”

“Then why do you have a scrapbook in your room titled ‘My Dream Wedding’ if you don’t plan on getting married.” She sassed her granddaughter.

This isn’t the first time she had asked us if we were together. Every time (Y/N) just brushed it off as her being old and stuck in her ways. But this is the first time that I’ve heard of this scrapbook. “A scrapbook? This I have to see.” I grinned at (Y/N), her faced flushed and you could basically see the wheels in her mind working up an excuse as to why her nana had said that. But she couldn’t think of any.

“Nana, what did I tell you about snooping?” (Y/N) turned to scold her.

“What? I’m old and have nothing better to do. It has some very beautiful ideas. Have to both worked out the details or are they all your plans dear?”

(Y/N)’s face turned a deep red as I burst out in laughter. “Come on (Y/N), I have to see this” I held out her hand to bring her to her bedroom.

“Look, I’ve been planning my wedding since I was little, okay? I just want to let you know this isn’t some creepy shrine for you and me or something like that.” She said as she hesitantly took the book down from her top shelf above her bed frame.

“Oh, don’t worry, I KNOW this is a dedication to me and our love. You don’t have to hide it.” I chuckled as she punched my arm and gave me a threatening look.

“So basically, I have pictures that I’ve cut out from magazines or printed off from TV shows that I watch with my Nana that I think would go well with my overall theme.”

“She wants her granddaddy preach in the service”

“I originally was going to have my Papa do the service, but that was before he passed last year.” She looked down at the picture of him that she cut out and tapped down at the end of a poorly drawn alter. She put on a sad smile and sighed, “Hopefully by the time I do get married Nana is still around and I can get her ordained online. Then she can speak for both of them.”

“I’m sure she would love that.” I put a hand on her back to sooth her. She was the closest with her grandfather. Since her parents passed away in a car accident when she was young, they were all she had and he spoiled her rotten. Nana warned him not to let her turn too spoiled, they didn’t want her being a brat. But he assured her that he was just showering her with love. I couldn’t help but understand now why her grandfather would go through such trouble to make sure she felt loved. She is worth it.

“And she wants magnolias out in the country”

“I want to have the ceremony outside, have the alter be surrounded by magnolia trees.” She turned the page to pictures of roads and sidewalks lined with magnolia trees, beautiful shades of pink and white blooming across the page.

“Why magnolias?” I remember her telling me years ago that her favorite flower was a white rose, so I thought that she would for sure have those.

“They were my mother’s favorite.” She smiled, “If I’m going to have a ceremony where I’m bringing someone into my family, I want them all there. Even if it’s just in spirit.” She chuckled as she pointed to the single picture of her mother with a crown of magnolias on her head, spinning around in the sun. “I would always make her flower crowns of them, and I think that’s the happiest I’ve ever seen her.”

“I think that her seeing you on your wedding day would’ve made her even happier.” I say, hoping to reassure her. I never met her mother or father. They were gone before I even came to the US. But when I met her, she had this spark in her still, I imagine that it’s the spark she got from her mother. The same spark she seems to have in this photo.

“Not too many people, save her daddy some money”

“So, how are you planning on paying for all this? I mean, realistically a job valeting cars won’t get you far.” I was hoping to try to get her to change the subject so she wouldn’t get too upset looking through this book.

“My daddy left me his savings in his will. My Nana and Papa saved it for when I went to college, but I got enough scholarships I didn’t need it. So, I figured I’d save it for my wedding or buying a house.” She shrugged, “Like I said, I want all the people important to me with me that day. But I will have to have a smaller ceremony because it’s not that much money he’s left. I think I’d invite family and the few close friends that are like family.”

“She got it all planned out. I can see it all right now. I’ll wear my black suit, black tie, hide out in the back.”

“Of course, I’ve made sure you’ll be on the guestlist.” She flipped the next page and pointed to the picture of me and her on prom night our senior year. I’m in a black suit and tie, she had a soft blush pink dress that flowed down to the floor with white magnolias in her pinned-up hair. This was the first time I was able to really picture it all. Not just looking at pictures, but what it would look like as I walked around the place myself. I can see myself hiding in the back as we get ready for the ceremony to start, making some last-minute adjustments to my suit. Making sure my hair looked okay.

“I’ll do a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask. I’ll try to make it through without crying, so nobody sees.”

I’d probably have to take a shot to ease my nerves. I wonder if I’d be one of those people who would cry as soon as she walked down the aisle.

“This is the dress that I want.” Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts, she showed me a dress that would fit her perfect. It was flowing but puffy. She had a long train and lace accents all over. She would look like a princess. I can see her perfectly in the dress, and not just because she cut a photo of her head out and taped it over the model of the dress, but because I think it is exactly the type of dress, I would expect her to wear. This answers my question, I would definitely be the first one to cry as I saw her walking down the aisle.

“It’s perfect. You’ll look perfect.” I whisper to her. I could see her holding onto my every word. Like she wanted to hear nothing more than those words. I slowly moved my hand from her back up to her cheek and cupped her face. “Everything is perfect.” I tell her. Her skin lights up under my touch, as if it’s a flame setting fire to her body.

“Yeah, she wanna get married. But she don’t wanna marry me. I remember the night when I almost kissed her. I kinda freaked out, we’ve been friends for forever. And I’d always wonder if she felt the same way.”

I’ve never wanted to kiss her more than right now. I’ve thought about it before, but never needed it like I do right now. She started to lean in, eyes fluttering shut. It’s now or never. But something stopped me. I don’t know if it was my nerves, or if it was just too much all at once, imagining us get married, but I just couldn’t do it. She felt me pull away and stopped herself, she shot her eyes open and realized that she read the situation wrong. But she didn’t read it wrong, I just chickened out. I’ve wanted this since the day I met her, but it was just too scary. What if we ended up breaking up and hating each other? She was too important for me to lose.

She just cleared her throat and acted as if nothing happened, turning the next page of her scrapbook.

“When I got the invite, I knew it was too late. And I know, her daddy’s been dreadin’ this day. Although he don’t know he ain’t the only one givin’ her away.”

I woke up to the sound of my alarm, turning over to shut it off I felt the paper I had cried over last night. An invite to (Y/N)’s dream wedding. After the night when she showed me her scrapbook, she seemed to become distant. I don’t know if it’s because we almost kissed and I seemed to reject her, or if she just got too busy with her new boyfriend, but it broke my heart more and more every day until I was just numb. That was 3 years ago, now she had moved on and found someone who wasn’t afraid to grow up and commit to her.

I’d been to see her Nana a couple times after she had started dating him and she scolded me just as I had scolded myself.

“You know, I was really hoping it would’ve been you. You would’ve been perfect together.” She shook her head in disappointment as I helped her in the kitchen while (Y/N) and her boyfriend set the table in the dining room. “I don’t like him as much as I like you.” She sighed and went back to chopping her tomatoes.

“No one’s more disappointed than I am Nana.” I looked down at my hands, feeling empty without hers in them.

“I’ll wear my black suit, black tie, hide out in the back. I’ll do a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask. I’ll try to make it through without cryin’ so nobody sees. Yeah, she wanna get married, but she don’t wanna marry me.”

“Hey, did you get the invite?” (Y/N) called me shortly after I’d woken up, knowing when my alarm was set for.

“Yeah.” I didn’t know what else to say.

“I know that we haven’t been… the closest lately… but I hope you’ll still come. Afterall you’re in the scrapbook.” She chuckled, hoping she could bring me around to the idea of going. She still didn’t know why I’d distanced myself from her all these years. I can imagine I’ve hurt her, but I only hurt myself every time I see her with him, so I had to do it. “I asked Sam if he’d be willing to make you a best man, since I can’t have you as a bridesmaid. He said of course you could be. It really would mean the world to me if you would.”

While I wanted to be nowhere near Sam, helping him celebrate his wedding day with the love of my life, I wanted nothing more than to be there for her. No matter how she wanted me there.

“Of course, I’ll be a best man. I wouldn’t miss your wedding if the world was ending.” I smiled through the phone, knowing she wouldn’t see just how broken it was.

“Ah! Yay! I was hoping you’d say yes! I can’t wait to tell him. I’ll talk to you later, love you.”

I hung up before I could say anything back.

The day of her wedding came sooner than I’d hoped. It was a beautiful spring wedding with the pink magnolias surrounding the alter in full bloom. I was in a black suit and tie with a flask of whiskey hidden in my coat pocket. I was in the back helping Sam make his last preparations when I saw her.

“But she got on her dress now, welcomin’ the guests now. I could try to find her, get it off of my chest now.”

She was stunning. The sun shining off her in the most perfect way. She was out greeting guests before the ceremony started, in her reception gown, saving the real gown for later when no one would see. Even in this substitute dress I couldn’t help dropping my jaw when she turned my way. She came over to me and threw her arms around me. “I know I’m supposed to be getting ready, but I couldn’t wait to see you.” She whispered in my ear. God did I miss her.

“(Y/N), there’s something I want to tell you.” I start to work up the courage. It was now or never.

“But I ain’t gonna mess this up, so I wish her the best now. I’m in my black suit, black tie and out in the back. Doin’ a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask. I’ll try to make it through without cryin’ so nobody sees. Yeah, she wanna get married. But she don’t wanna marry me.”

“Yeah Shang-Chi?” She looked up at me as she pulled away from me. She looked so perfect. I just wanted to tell her everything on my chest and run away from all this with her. Live happily ever after. But this is real life, this is a wedding she’s planned out since she was a kid. She wants it to be perfect. I can’t take that from her.

“Everything is perfect. You look perfect.” I force a smile as she grins and giggles at me.

“You’re so dramatic, but I love that about you.” She kissed my cheek and told me she’d save me a dance as she went back to her dressing room to finish getting ready.

I pulled the flask out of my jacket and took a strong swig. Sam was calling me over to get in line at the altar.

Bridesmaids one through four walked down the aisle carrying bouquets of pink magnolias. She followed them up in her beautiful gown, straight out of her scrapbook. A bouquet of white roses with pink magnolias blossomed out of her hands. She absolutely took my breath away, but it wasn’t me she was marching towards.

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hi there I love your writing so much already... would you mind doing 34 with cal please

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Prompt: "Why can't you see that I'm in love with you?"

It’s hard, being in love with your best friend.

Especially when they have no idea you are. All of the stubble flirting, hoping they’ll catch on and feel the same. It’s heartbreaking. Trying to not cross a line that doesn’t need to be crossed but that you also want to cross.

It’s also so exhausting going in circles with yourself, wanting to tell them but then overthinking and not wanting to ruin your guy’s friendship. It’s tiring hearing them talk about people they like, especially when they’re the complete opposite of you. It just sinks in that they could never actually like you like that.

So watching the love of your life sing songs you helped him write, it hurts because he’ll never actually know you had him in mind when writing them.

You just want to scream “Why can’t you see I'm in love with you?” in his face so he’ll finally understand. And hopefully feel the same.

But that’s just a dream, and definitely not reality.

“I thought i’d found the highest of highs

You came and topped them all”

Cal sings, his eyes finding you to the left of him. You hold eye contact as he sings the next line, staring at you and making you feel like he’s actually singing to you.

“You shine in the dead of night

And i was the first to fall”

He smiles at you, one of those charming half smirk half smiles he does. Only he could do that and not seem cocky, you thought. You smile back at him, trying to calm the butterflies fluttering in your tummy.

He catches and holds eye contact with you a few different times during the course of the song, the butterflies always there and fluttering. That was the last song on the set list, so after they were done with the song they thanked all of the fans for coming and hoped they had a great time before exiting the side stage.

Cal met you backstage, a huge smile on his face as he reached you and wrapped you in a tight bear hug.

“You did so good, rockstar!” you say kind of loudly in his ear over the screaming off the fans. You can feel him smiling on your neck as he buries his face in your neck.

Pulling back from the hug, your eyes lock with his. Lingering, your eyes flick between his and his lips. You watch him as he does the same, surprised when his hands that were resting on your waist squeeze slightly, pulling you gently closer to his chest.

You didn’t realise you both had started leaning in until Luke called you both into the dressing room down the hall for celebratory shots. You pulled back, looking at him for a split second, seeing what you thought to maybe be a look of disappointment? Cross his face before turning and walking into the dressing room.

Luke holds out a shot of a clear liquid, most likely tquelia, to you. They were all standing around a table full of liquor, holding shot glasses and waiting for you and Calum.

When Calum walked in behind you, Mikey held out a shot to him. He took it and you all cheersed before throwing the shot back. You make a silly face when the liquid, which was actually vodka, hits the back of your throat.

You feel a hand on the small of your back, looking up you find Cal.

“Come over?” he asks. It wasn’t unusual for you to go over to his after a show, you normally just watched a few movies before he finally wound down from the adrenaline from the show. Then you would either stay over in a guest room or go home because you didn’t live that far away.

“Yeah,” you nod, leaning into his side. Tired from standing for almost two hours. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side tightly. You wrap an arm around his back, leaning your head on his chest.

----

Pulling into his driveway behind him, you park and turn your car off before getting out and meeting him at the door.

Duke meets you both at the door, jumping all over your legs before you bend down and scoop him into your arms.

Calum looks at you both as he shuts and locks the door behind him, “Traitor,” he mutters, shooting you a playful glare. You just stick your tongue out and walk down the hall to his room.

Falling onto the bed, your hair spreads out like a halo around your head, “Gonna get a shower, pick a movie,” he tells you, gesturing to the tv before he walks into his bathroom.

Kicking off your shoes, you scoot up in bed before getting under the covers and grabbing the remote to go on Netflix to find a movie you haven’t already watched. Duke cuddles into your side, his head resting on your abdomen as you hear the shower turn on and you flick through the different movie options.

You land on ‘A walk to remember’ a few minutes later, just as the shower turns off. You reply to some texts you missed during the concert before you see him appear, hair wet and his body clad in a pair of sweats and a plain black t-shirt.

Getting in bed next to you, he lays on his side facing you.

“Ready?” you ask him, waiting for him to tell you, you can press play.

He nods, his face a few inches away from yours. Pressing play, you get more comfortable, Duke lifting his head and seeing cal, he gets up before cuddling into the crook of cal’s arm and shoulder.

“Traitor,” you mumble, glaring at Cal, who just chuckles petting Duke’s head.

Sometime during the second half of the movie your eyes closed, no longer being able to keep them open. It was the kind of sleep where you could still hear everything and you were still slightly awake.

Calum didn’t know that, because you could feel the softness of his fingers as they gently moved some hair off the side of your face and behind your ear, all while whispering “Why can’t you see I'm in love with you?”

Your eyes opened slightly, tiredness coating your face, “I wanted to say the same thing,” you whispered. Your hand coming up to cup his that was cupping your cheek.

Smiling softly, he leans in his lips ghosting over yours as he nudges your nose with his, “I love you, Y/n.” he tells you, before he presses a soft kiss to your lips. Your hand moves from his cupping your cheek to his, holding him to you.

You wanted to savor this incase it was a dream, and wasn’t actually real.

Pulling back, you let out a breath not wanting to open your eyes, “Is this real?” you whisper.

You can feel him chuckle, his face moving closer as he nudges your nose with his again, “Yeah, baby. It’s real.”

Letting out a small sigh, a smile covers your face as you open your eyes to be met with his dark brown ones, “I love you, Cal.”

[secondhand-trash]

Friday I’m In Love

commissioned by @xaki

A/N: no, the fic has nothing to do with the song it just so happens that it fits in the most literal sense lmao much thanks to xaki who gave me my first commission and my friend for helping me out when my brain was going all sorts of illogical directions uwu

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x f!reader

Description: You saw Kuroo Tetsurou once every week, where you tried your best to not let the fact that he was your high school crush distract you too much.

Warning: unprotected sex, spanking, dirty talk, slight degradation

Word count: 5052

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You saw Kuroo Tetsurou once every week, during the single Wednesday morning lecture you shared.

You had allowed yourself the luxury of stealing a few glances his way during that one occasion, but never do more than just looking from afar.

Actually, it was ironic that you had gotten to the point of limiting yourself from even looking at him when there was a time you would see him nearly every day.

Getting into the same high school was a pure coincidence, but you had also noticed early on that no matter where he was, your gaze was following his figure before you even realised it. Who could blame you, really. Who wouldn’t want to spare even just a few more seconds looking at the boy who was taller than the rest of his peers even in his first year, only growing more and more breathtaking as he ditched the boyishness and slowly gained the edge on his face and the hint of maturity in his eyes.

You were far from being the only one that harboured a bit of a schoolgirl crush on the eventual volleyball club captain. In the few years where you shared the same class, you had witnessed him being called out of the classroom by blushing pupils more times than you could count. It always brought a bitter taste to your mouth but what could you do about it? At least they had the guts to confess. 

You liked to believe that it was not a cowardly move for you to hide your affections all throughout your high school years. It was just that as early as you had noticed your budding feelings, you also realised that you two belong with two seperate groups of people with very different interests, and the chances that he would opt for you was slimmer than slim. So you never did much to try and win him over, maintaining a friendly distance where you only interact in class and nothing outside of it. 

At least it could be a nice memory to look back on when you were way past the age to be conflicted over things like this.

You were just as shocked as any other person when you learned that he did not go the pro-athlete route everyone thought he would go, nearly as shocked when you walked into your first lecture of the semester to see him sitting right at the very front.

He seemed to have noticed you too, giving you a slight nod after his eyes widened. You returned the polite gesture, before heading straight to the very back of the lecture hall without a hint of hesitation.

You could deal with one more semester of friendly distance. Couldn’t be that hard, right?

-

It was Wednesday morning again, and you sinked into the seat at the very back of the lecture hall you tactfully occupied with a yawn.

It was from pure bad luck that you managed to register the one 8:30 lecture available in the course. Everywhere around you, people were either half asleep or laid down on the table at the very least. From the corner of your eye, you even spotted someone catching up on the latest episodes of the new tv series that just aired with subtitles on.

You sighed, leaning your jaw on your palm. You wanted to say that this was a bit too much even for a lecture but who were you to judge when your soul was starting to escape your body to somewhere more interesting than the lecture hall anyway.

The amount of people who were actually paying attention to the lecture could probably be counted with one hand, let along the ones that seemed to be genuinely enjoying it. You thought to yourself, your glances floating to the boy who blocked even more of your view with his roaster head on top of his existing height.

He was probably the only one who still had the strength to chuckle when the lecturer tried to liven up the dying atmosphere with unfunny gags.

“...for the upcoming event, students who volunteered as committee members would receive bonus marks based on their performance,” you perked up at the distant call of ‘bonus score’ from far away, “the form will be placed by the door, Please fill in your name before you leave if you are interested.”

Your mind was occupied by numbers and calculations of your gpa for the rest of your class, even as you lined up mindlessly behind your other classmates after the lecture was dismissed. Another thing about morning lessons was that the amount of effort you were willing to put in was also diminished by the limits on your mind and soul, meaning that any chance at a higher grade was worth trying. You had decided that free labour in exchange for that good grade was a decent enough bargain.

“Hey.”

You snapped out of your trance when it was your turn at the form only to feel your heart skipping a beat when you looked up to see the familiar handsome face you stared at as your recharge every morning.

You blinked, trying hard to maintain a calm front even though your mind went haywired at the rare direct interaction you had with Kuroo.

“Do you need the pen?” he asked, holding out the thin ball pen he was gripping in his hand to you.

“Oh,” your eyes widened, putting on a polite smile as you took it from him, “oh yes. Um, thank you.”

It was only a while later when you put down your name right below his that it finally hit you that you two had signed up for the same event. It took even longer for you to realise that the strange tingle you felt at the back of your hand was from his fingertips brushing past yours as he let go of the pen, but by then he was gone and it would be a few days later when you saw him again.

-

You now see Kuroo Tetsurou two times every week. Once during the dreadful morning lecture on Wednesday and on Friday evening where you were stuck in the committee meeting together.

But unlike the stolen glances on Wednesday, you were forced to acknowledge Kuroo as more than just a distant being you were merely acquaintances with in those few hours.

It was very inconvenient for you, considering how each time you felt smaller and smaller under his concentrated gaze as he listened to your input on whatever topic of discussion it was. In fact, you felt rather resentful that you couldn’t quite stand as firm as you did on your stance that you wanted to keep what was clear to be a admiration from being known under your own free will instead of a lack of self-assurance.

You had no choice but to be reminded that he was smart and brilliant on top of just being good-looking. He always knew what to say when the rest of the room was stuck, moving the agenda forward with each valuable input. He was easy to work with, reliable and always efficient.You found that you genuinely liked working with him, crush or not. He listened intently to what other people had to say and never said anything less than constructive.

Worst of all, you were starting to have the illusion that he had started paying more attention to you too. When you looked around the room as you were about to speak up each time, you would always lock your eyes with him at some point, even before you started talking like he already anticipated that you would have something to say.

Maybe it was a mistake, you thought to yourself as you stared outside the pitch black windows of the bus that was rocking steadily, feeling your mind drifting away after using up all your energy in the meeting, maybe those few bonus marks were not worth all this inner conflict.

“Hi, um,” you looked to the side, your mind going blank like you just got caught doing something guilty when you saw the exact person you were thinking about standing by. You cursed the uncontrollable heat that raised on your face, “can I sit here?”

It wasn’t like you could say no. “Sure,” you said as you picked up your bag to clear out the seat for him, flashing a cordial smile of someone who did not have a reason to be nervous when you could already feel the beating in your chest speeding up, “of course.”

“Thanks,” he said with a relieved sigh, throwing himself on the empty chair with a soft thump. You tried to pretend that you did not secretly really care about how close he was to you now, looking back out of the window again. Kuroo looked at you, pondering if he should say something first.

“So…”

“Hm?” you turned around to face him at the dragged out note of his voice.

“Have you gone back to Nekoma after graduation?”

You sighed and gave a light shake of your head, "No. Just surviving college is hard enough, who has time to think about going back?”

You tried to dismiss the knot in your stomach when he replied with a light chuckle and the corner of your lips curling up against your will when he leaned back. “Makes sense," he said, running his hand through his unruly hair before swiftly carrying on to ask you about what you were up to now.

It would have been easier if it was awkward or uncomfortable but sadly, Kuroo was also very easy to talk to and by the time you regained your senses, you were already at the door of your apartment with him walking you there the whole way after getting off the bus at the same stop.

Next Friday, he came up to you with a grinning face when you packed up your stuff after the meeting. “We go the same direction, right?” he had said, walking next to you casually as you headed out the meeting room. He started the conversation before you could say anything, and like last time, he walked you back to your apartment, claiming that he lived nearby anyways.

You saw him twice every week. Once during the morning lecture that was starting to feel less painful to endure and the Friday committee meeting, where he naturally walked you home without fail each week. At some point, he started saving you the seat next to him before each meeting and there was less and less of a reason for you to not take it when he was already leaving with you anyways. All of the above had reminded you once again why you were so hellbent on staying away from him in the first place.

He was far too easy to like, even more so now that you were somewhat friends by the end of the series of meetings.

-

The voice of your instructor was distant as you stared at the clock, the sound of Kuroo’s pencil tapping against the table keeping you in touch with what was going on. It was the last meeting you had to attend and quite frankly there was nothing interesting going on at this point. You glanced to the side, before pulling out your phone that has been buzzing in your pocket since the meeting started.

You tried to conceal the irritation rising in your chest as you looked at the glowing screen underneath the table. Your old friends had been bombing you with questions ever since they learnt that after years of looking on, you somehow had a leaping development with your crush on accident after graduation. It was a mistake on your part, given how the topic of their heated discussion was sitting right next to you. 

“(y/l/n)?”

The sudden mention of your name startled you, and you threw your phone down almost a bit too hard. “Yes?”

“Can you help hand these out?”

You let out a relieved sigh that you were not being called out for not paying attention as you stood up, pushing the conversation that was no doubt still ongoing in your group chat to the back of your head. “Of course.”

Kuroo watched as you got out, taking the stack of minutes from the instructor. After today, he would go back to only seeing you when you walked into the morning lecture hall. He felt the nerves building in his stomach, wondering if he should bear his teeth and threw his shot in changing that.

‘So you’re just going to do nothing?’

The screen of your phone that was laying on the table lit up as the speech bubble appeared. His curiosity got the better of him when the next message popped in before he could look away.

‘You have liked Kuroo for years and you’re just going to let this chance slip?’

He froze in place when he read his own name. You liked him? His eyes flicked to you, his heart in his throat at the realisation that he had just learnt something he was not supposed to know. 

But despite the slight guilt of overstepping his boundaries, it took all the fiber in his body to stop himself from grinning ear to ear when you returned to your seat next to him.

“What?” you asked with an amused quirk of your eyebrows at how stiffly he was sitting.

“Nothing,” Kuroo replied, feeling the muscle around his mouth going sore as he bit the inside of his cheeks, “nothing.”

The ride home felt so much longer with him next to you, knowing that this was to be the last. He did not say anything even as you got off, only walking in silence like he was deep in thought. You wondered what it was that made him so quiet today, he was usually the more chatty one out of you two.

Kuroo felt the tension building up in his head as you got closer and closer to your door. 

“Can I tell you something?”

You snapped around, your hand on the handle of your doorknob when he suddenly spoke up for the first time since you left the meeting that day. “Yeah?”

“My place is at the opposite side of the neighbourhood.”

“What?” your voice came out as a whisper. Your breath hitch at the back of your throat when he took one step closer to you before leaning down. His face was right in front of yours, his defined features dangerously close to you.

“I said,” you could feel his breath fanning on your face as he spoke and the pounding in your ear was thundering as you held your breath, “I’m only here because I want to be around you.”

Kuroo watched intently as your eyes widened, your jaw clenching as you gulped. His gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips, almost like he was waiting for you to show him any hint of rejection before he made the irreversible move. 

When your hand slowly crept onto his shoulder and stayed there, he latched onto you. You were taken back by his force, his tongue evading your mouth at your moment of lowered alert. His kiss was demanding, stealing away the oxygen in your lungs bit by bit as he held you close. 

You were panting when he pulled away after his initial outburst, your pupils dilated as your lips swollen up. You paused, before gathering the courage that had surged in your chest.

“Do you want to come in?”

Kuroo did not waste another second when the door clicked, his hand getting rougher now that you were within the privacy of your home. Your arms hung around his neck as you desperately held yourself up, your toes barely touching the floor as he demandingly kissed down the side of your neck. He lost patience at your struggling, lifting you up with his arm under your hips before pulling you down onto him with a stumbling step to the cramped couch.

“Help me strip.” He whispered in your ear, adjusting your position on his lap as he brought your hand to the opened collar of his shirt. You gulped when he gave an encouraging knead on your upper thigh, far too consumed by the want of seeing more of him to feel bashful by his bold request.

His gaze burned on your skin as he stared at you, not moving away even for a second while you tear apart the row of buttons to reveal more and more of his toned body. You felt like your fingers were not listening to your commands, a clumsy stiffness in your joints as he unhooked each button. The subconscious way you darted your tongue out to wet your lips at the rise and fall of his chest did not go unnoticed under his attentive stare, his much larger hands guiding you to palm his tend over the firm material of his jeans as your finger grazed past the cold metal of the zipper.

Kuroo’s stomach tensed up when you pulled down the fly, pushing your hips against his legs as you pushed away the heavy jeans. He held you down as he sat up, drinking in your soft moan with an open mouthed kiss. Your hand ran down from his shoulder to the firm pecs adoring his abdomen, each mound rippling under the tip of your fingers. His circled one arm around your waist while the other fumbled to pull his aching cock out of its refines. You felt the vibration of his chest as he groaned into your mouth when you allowed your hand to wander down his body, cupping his balls as he fisted his own length.

You let out a shaky sigh when he slid his palm down the elastic band of your panties, groping the soft flesh of your ass as he peeled off the thin piece of cotton with a push down the small of your back to have you arching for him.  He chuckled when he felt the wetness that was seeping through the fabric, earning a glare from you that looked more like a kitten pretending to be defensive out of embarrassment than truly threatening to him with your heated face and slightly swollen lips from his earlier nibbling when you pulled away. A thin strand of silver connected your lips, looking all the more erotic now that you were both half bare and exposed to each other’s hungry eyes.

Your finger dug into the muscle of his arms when he lifted you up from his lap with ease, much thanks to the firm grasp of your thighs in his warm palms. Your lips fell agape but no sound came out when you felt the hardness prodding at your entrance. He looked shamelessly at where your bodies met, not bothering to hide the grin on his face when he felt the pain of your nails against his arm as he brushed his tip along your slit. You whined at the friction that was barely there, not able to sink down with him holding you back but your legs were starting to go weak with each push of his length against your clit. He took his time, spreading the leaking pre-cum across your folds and watching the mixture of your arousal slowly coated his cock.

“Kuroo…” you called out for him, hoping that it would be enough for him to give you what you wanted.

“Aw... What’s with this formality?” his arm flexed under your touch as he tilted his head to the side, lowering you down just a little, “What should you call me when I’m about to fuck your brains out, hm?”

You bite onto the inside of your cheeks when you felt him barely dipping in, his tip just positioned at your pussy.

“Tetsurou-” 

his own name felt foreign as it rolled off the tip of your tongue and he let out an approving hum. “Good girl,” he purred, placing a chaste kiss on your trembling lips. 

His grip on your legs tightened as he leaned closer to you, pushing his cock just a little deeper. Your brows locked together as he stretched out your entrance, clawing at his arm for more. You thought he was finally going to show some mercy on you, but the beating in your heart skipped a beat when you felt his hot breath fanning across your lips instead.

“You’re in love with me, aren’t you?”

Your eyes snapped open, his handsome face right in front of yours. “Wha- mph!”

You yelped at the sudden drop of your hips onto his lap, your nails scratching down his arm as he hilted inside of you with one motion. Your head threw back at the waves of shocking pleasure that sparked down your spine, your juicings running down the base of your thighs as your walls tried to accustomed to his thickness and length.

“What is it? Did you just say yes?” his laugh was wolfish as he took in your expression, a mixture of infuriated and primal desire.

“You-” he did not give you the time to bite back, thrusting up with a lift of your hips and turning whatever you wanted to say into nothing but incoherent moans.

Your body did not feel like it was under your control as he guided you to grind on his cock, the slaps of your soft flesh against his thighs taking over your senses. Your toes curled at how deep he could reach inside you each time he pulled you up and bottomed out of you. His hands were fondling your ass roughly as he bounced you on his cock, reducing you to nothing but a panting mess laying weakly on his chest.

“How does it feel to have the man of your dreams stretching out your tight cunt, hm?” he emphasised each word with a thrust, grinning ear to ear when you made a frugal attempt at slapping his arm you were holding onto. You buried your face into his chest, your muffled moans coming out as hot breath on his skin. He looked down from above you, watching as your ass jiggled under each thrust and your spine arching from the pleasure. 

A loud smack echoed in the room and he groaned at the feeling of your walls clenching around him at the slap of his palm against your ass cheek. He gave the flesh a firm knead, rubbing at the area that had heated up from the spank before pulling his hand away to give the other side the same treatment. You felt the numbness on your skin as your skin burned, the pain making every hair on your back stood up. 

“You like it when I get rough with you? You are squeezing down on my cock so hard,” his voice came as gravel from his chest. Your mind was in a frenzy, not even thinking straight as you nodded feverishly. “You’re such a slut for me, it’s really inflating my ego,” his filthy words made your stomach tighten as he continued, “bet this is what you have been thinking about whenever you check me out.”

You felt your face burning up. He knew all along?

Your surprise came out in the form of a squeal when he stood up, still holding you up. Your panting got more rapid as your only leverage from falling was the frantic clawing at his arm, having nothing but his strength to trust as he bounced you on his cock while marching down the hallway.

He hissed at the sharp pain on his back when your hands scratched down, kicking the door open with a hasty shove at the door with his heel before throwing you down the mattress. He did not waste another second as he perched on top of you, hooking your legs around his waist before rolling his hips to completely take over the pace of his cock pistoning at the spongy spot that made your mind foggy with nothing but his name and the overwhelming feeling of being towered over in your head.

The squelching got louder and louder as he ruthlessly snapped against you. You felt the knot in your stomach tightened up as he leaned down, sucking on the sweet spot at the side of your neck. His hand roamed all over your body, kneading your tits that bounced under his force. 

He could not get over the fact that you were actually here, folded beneath him right now, and that it was his name you were moaning out. 

“I’m-” your legs clasped around him as every muscle on your limbs tensed up, “I’m close-”

“Yeah? Tell me what you want,” he growled in your ear, his thrusts starting to get sloppy as your walls spasmed around his cock, “what does my girl want?”

You had imagined what it would be like if Kuroo Tetsurou ever set his eyes on you, if he had wanted you the same way you had absentmindedly started wanting him despite your best efforts to convince yourself that you knew that would not happen. But nothing could stop the heat that exploded in your chest and spread all through your body at how natural it came out of his mouth.

His girl. You were his girl now.

You let out a choked mewl when he switched from erratic plowing to slowly dragging his cock along your walls. The sudden drop from your near high seeped into your senses, tingling down from your core all the way to the tip of your toes. 

“Tetsu-” your back arched off the mattress when he pulled out all the way only to halt in you with a sudden thrust, “want you to make me cum- ah!”

The shocks that sparked through your body when he set his sight on making you fall apart underneath him with his vigorous thrusts had your toe pointing stiffly and curling under the pleasure. The fist in the pit of your stomach curled and unfolded as he gripped your chin roughly, turning your head to look right into his eyes.

“Fuck, you wanna cum?” he hissed, feeling the shivers on his own back as he got closer and closer to his own high, “Then look at me, look at me as you cum on my cock-”

You felt your body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over you. His eyes were all you could focus on as you succumbed to the weakening of your limbs, the pounding in your ear gradually returned to a regular pace with Kuroo’s languish strokes allowing you to ride out your high. 

You were sure you could never forget how the defined arch of his brows knitted together as he pulled out of you, his head throwing back just a little with his lips slightly parted. A sinful moan leaking out as spurts of white painted across your lower stomach. 

Your vision was hazed over with a veil of fog as you blinked, collecting your breaths before focusing on the roof of your room that suddenly felt so unfamiliar. The claminess on your skin and the smell of sweat slowly took over. You felt the weight on your chest, breathing out a heavy exhale.

You really did just have sex with your crush, huh?

As if noticing your train of thought, Kuroo leaned over and placed a quick kiss on your jaw, his grin reaching his eyes as he stared at you. Much unlike his earlier dominance, the lazy curl of each syllable on his lips sounded more so like he was trying to play cute.

"Wait here,” he said, adding another peck on your lips, “I’ll grab you a towel.”

“The bathroom is the one right outside…” you muttered, feeling the dent on the mattress sprung back as he climbed off of you.

Your tensed muscles slowly relaxed as he moved you to lean against his broad chest, his hand gently caressing your skin as he dabbed the wet towel on you. His lips ghosted along your ear as he cleaned up the marks and trails left from your earlier passions, trying hard to conceal his satisfaction when you whined as he brushed past the bruises on your thighs.

“You should start getting used to it from now on, plenty more chances for us to- ouch, ouch.. ok, I’m sorry…”

The corner of your lips lifted up, burying your face into his chest as you tried to get comfortable, “I was right, you are way more attractive without opening your mouth.”

“Awe, don’t say that,” he pouted but the wolfish grin on his face told you he was not apologetic at all.

Kuroo watched as you slowly leaned onto him more and more, until your eyelids closed up with a flutter. If you had stayed awake for just a little longer, you would know that he could not be any more careful when he tucked you under the blanket before slipping in next to you. On this rare occasion where he would not get caught, he allowed himself to stare at your serene expression as he dozed off to sleep with a content smile on his face.

You did not need to know that his grade for the one course you shared was high enough already and he signed up for the committee purely because you were signing up too. He certainly would not let you know that he had always noticed your lingering gaze on him or that he secretly enjoyed it, even back when he saw you more than twice a week. That and the fact that he was overjoyed when he saw you appearing from the door of the lecture hall that Wednesday morning, followed by the ever growing frustration that he couldn’t find an excuse to talk to you when you were literally in the same class.

Whatever. Kuroo thought to himself as he gently threw his arm over your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he inhaled your sweet scent. At least he didn’t have to go all the way from your apartment complex back to his place every Friday anymore.

[milkybonya]

midnight blue

order 008 for anon: large honey milk tea with mango jelly and fresh taro

Warning: some angst

Summary: idol!boyfriend!Yunhyeong takes you out at night after noticing you feel sad

[a/n]: i'm sad rn so what better thing to do than write this lovely request! also i hope the anon who requested is having an amazing day/night <3

this is such a nice playlist to listen to when you're reading this fic/generally when you're sad :") (its full of shinee songs!!)

Curled up on the sofa, wrapped in blankets and not noticing that the movie you were watching had ended, you didn't realize that your boyfriend, Yunhyeong had arrived home. He stood in front of the TV, hands filled with groceries that he was waving around to catch your attention while you were still spaced out.

"Babe! I'm home!!" he called out for the third time.

With a sigh, he dropped the groceries and then dropped himself on you, wrapping you in a hug. His coat smelled like the rain and the stubble of his chin tickled your forehead.

"Hm?" you groaned, finally realizing his presence.

"[y/n], what's wrong? Why are you so spaced out?" Yunhyeong asked you, pulling away so he could get a good look at you.

"I don't know... I just feel a little blue," you mumbled, pulling down your boyfriend's black mask, revealing his worried expression.

"Hmm... I'm sorry I haven't been home these days to take care of you, since we're preparing for a comeback, but... I'll make it up to you now, okay?!" Yunhyeong exclaimed.

"Yun... It's 12am!" you pointed out, laughing.

"So? Perfect time for a date!" he said, pulling your arm and forcing you up.

"My face is so puffy right now from being half asleep all day," you groaned.

"And I haven't shaved in a couple of days, but that's fine! Let's go!" Yunhyeong said, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead.

He held out his hand to you and tilted his head, asking you, without saying anything, if you'd join him on this adventure. And you took his hand, letting him guide you to the bedroom so you could get changed as Yunhyeong put the groceries that he bought away.

Once you were ready, he took hold of your hand and whisked you out of your apartment, wisely picking up an umbrella on the way. When you stepped outside, it began to lightly drizzle, and you were thankful for Yunhyeong and the umbrella he brought as he opened it and held it over you. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close so both of you would fit under it, but still tilted the umbrella more towards you so you wouldn't get wet, even if it meant his shoulders would get a little soaked.

Luckily, in the dark of the night, no one was out on the streets and Yunhyeong could get away with only wearing a hood, still not being recognized.

"So where are you taking me, Yun?" you asked, your voice just audible over the sound of the rain.

"To the sea!" he exclaimed, excitedly.

"In this weather?" you asked.

"We're already outside... so let's just go all the way!"

Luckily, the Han river was near your house - you always called it the sea - and Yunhyeong was able to take you there.

It was fairly empty of people as you sat right by the water, except for the few people who were running and rushing to get home in the rain. Yunhyeong held your cold hand in his, warming yours up while gazing at you, lovingly.

"[y/n], now that we're here... you know what you have to do," he told you.

You gave him a questioning look.

"Shout all your worries into the sea! Here, I'll go first," Yunhyeong said, facing away from you for a second and turning to the water in front of him.

"I WISH THE IKON BOYS WOULD LISTEN TO ME A BIT MORE!" he shouted, laughing afterwards. You laughed along with him, slapping his shoulder.

"Yunhyeong, be quiet! Someone might hear you..."

"There's no one here, babe," he said, pressing a kiss to your damp cheek.

"Now, your turn!"

You shyly turned to the water before you, taking a deep breath before raising a quiet shout:

"Why is it so damn hard to live!" you yelled, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

You leaned your head on Yunhyeong's shoulder and he caressed the top of your head with his hand that wasn't holding the umbrella.

"Living is hard, [y/n], but you're doing such a great job," Yunhyeong mumbled into your hair.

Watching the dark water drift by, the soft, yellow light of the city lights and the gentle hue of the sky while being pressed against Yunhyeong made you feel alive, and you let out a sigh of relief.

"Do you feel a bit better, babe?" Yunhyeong asked, and you nodded.

"I'm glad to hear it," Yunhyeong said, reaching up to stroke your cheek with his thumb.

"Do you feel cold? Yunhyeong asked, looking into your eyes.

You nodded, slowly.

"Just a bit," you said.

Yunhyeong flashed a playful, meaningful grin before standing up and touching your shoulder.

"Tag, you're it!" he said before running away.

"In this rain you're gonna make me chase you?" you yelled after him, still standing up to run behind him.

He laughed, looking up at the sky while running and slowing himself before almost falling in a puddle, giving you time to catch up and wrap your arms around him from the back in a tight bear hug. After kissing the top of your hand lightly, Yunhyeong let you run away so he could chase after you this time. When he caught you, he held your face with both hands and peppered it with a million kisses using those soft lips of his, stirring butterflies within you.

The two of you giggled a lot under the rain, running in circles after each other by the water until you were tired, but in a good way. It was the kind of exhaustion that you feel after you know you've had a good day - the kind of exhaustion that tells you you'll be sleeping well tonight.

"Are you ready to head back to bed?" Yunhyeong asked you, taking your hand and guiding you away from the water.

You nodded.

"But let's shower first! I'm drenched," you said.

"Does a warm bubble bath sound okay?" Yunhyeong excitedly suggested, swinging your hand in his.

"It sounds lovely," you replied.

[mypimpademia]

The Only Time We Make Up.

Midoriya x reader

TW: Swearing, mentions of death, angst

Note: the song really doesn't even fit that well tbh but i got the idea for this fic while listening to it so that's why its there lmfao

Taglist: @myhoodacademia @bnhainthewoo @iiminibattlehero @ecao @nnnoya @cheerfulpeople1234 @strawberry-ice @mixxfi @soy-darcei @wolfkid22 @mythiccheroacademia @myfandemons @sheepydumpling @lilsparkyswife

You sighed as your eyes fluttered open, feeling the warmth of the blanket and the weight of your husband's arm on top of you.

Izuku groaned, brows slightly furrowed as he rubbed the sleep from his face onto the pillow under his head.

"Good morning, lovely." He whispered, voice slightly hoarse.

"Morning, Zuku." You quietly chimed.

"Did you sleep okay?" He asked you, pulling you closer.

You hummed and nodded, burying your face in his bare chest.

You both laid in silence for awhile, before hearing the padding of small feet coming closer and closer to your bedroom door.

Your door then flung open, and your daughter came rushing in, giggling and smiling.

"Good morning!" She bubbled, jumping onto the bed and flinging herself onto you and Izuku.

"Good morning, Sweetheart." You both said in unison.

She settled herself between the two of you, pulling the blanket up.

'Looks like we'll be sleeping in today.' You thought.

Izuku and your daughter had already fallen back to sleep.

As you closed your eyes, you smiled.

'This is like a fantasy.'

◇◇◇◇◇◇

You sighed as you woke up, moving your hand to the other side of the bed.

It was cold.

'It was a dream.'

You wish it wasn't. You wish it was real. And it could've been real.

'If he would've just listened to me.'

◇◇◇◇◇◇

"Y/n, you know I have to go. This is All For One we're talking about, they can't just call in other heros! They need the number one. They need me." Izuku stressed.

Arguments like these were common for the two of you. And usually, you'd come to a compromise at some point.

But not this time.

"Why the hell not?! You keep saying they need you, but what happens when you're not around because them needing you get you killed? Just stay for once, make something up." You insisted.

But Izuki seemed just as stubborn on this as you were, letting out an exasperated sigh as he pull on the sleeve of his hero costume.

"That's not gonna happen—"

"That's what you said last time! And guess what happened? You were hospitalized for a month, and almost made your condition worse because you can't sit down for once." You reminded him.

He raked his hands through his hair.

"C'mon Izuku, just stay..." You mumbled, locking your arms around him, and burying your face in between his shoulder blades.

Izuku spun around in your arms.

"Y/n, I have to go. So please, let's just handle this when I get back. I know you're worried, and you don't know if you're gonna see me again. And honestly... I don't know if I'm gonna see you again." He admitted.

You sniffled into his shirt, a stream of tears flowing down your face.

"Can I get a kiss?" You asked him.

Izuku chuckled, then pressed his lips gently to yours.

You felt like you were floating.

'Please, can you make it last forever?' You internally pleaded.

It didn't, and a moment later Izuku pulled back.

"I'm sorry." He said.

He meant it, he truly was sorry. The last thing he wanted was to have you worrying over him, but that was exactly what was happening.

Izuku would duplicate himself just so you didn't have to worry about him getting hurt on the job, but he couldn't. So the most he could do was try and stay safe.

"I love you." He told you.

"I love you too." You said back.

He gave you one last squeeze, right before leaving out the door.

You don't know what came over you, but you flung open the door, making Izuku jump.

"Izuku Midoriya!" You shouted at him.

He turned around, confused, but raised his eyebrows in acknowledgment.

"You better come home to me." You demanded, attempting to wipe away tears that just wouldn't stop.

Izuku smiled.

"I will, I promise."

◇◇◇◇◇◇

"That fucking liar." You muttered.

You told yourself you'd stop doing this whenever you relived that day, but you needed something, just a some piece of him.

You pulled open the bottom drawer of your bedside table, and rummaged through the numerous things you has thrown in to bury that one thing.

You snorted.

'Burying it as if its insignificant. It has so much meaning.' You thought to yourself.

There it was.

Izukus now tattered and dirty, green mask.

It was mostly intact, aside from a few tears, and it had a jagged pattern in the spot where it attached to the rest of his costume.

You were so happy you had this, but also wish it go destroyed with the rest of his costume.

You had a piece of him, a piece of him that was unbelievably important to him.

It's what he's strived for his entire life. But its also what got him killed.

◇◇◇◇◇◇

You waited.

You waited for so long.

You waited for a full day.

You knew the fight was being broadcasted live, they always did that. And you friends and family were all spamming your phone asking if you were okay, or saying it'll be okay.

You didn't bother to check. You didn't even bother to turn on the TV. You just sat on the couch, and waited.

You didn't move an inch, you didn't get up to use the bathroom, to shower, to get water, to eat.

You wanted him home before you did anything. You didn't even sleep.

After a full 24 hours, you finally heard a knock at the door.

You quickly got up, and sprinted to the door.

Opening it, you were ready to throw yourself into Izuku's arms, no matter how sweaty and gross he was.

But instead, you were met with two police officers.

"Um, can I help you?" You asked, confused.

The officers kept their heads down, sniffed, and cleared their throats.

"Are you the spouse of Izuku Midoriya, the pro-hero 'Deku'?" One of them asked.

Your heart began to race, you knew exactly what this meant, but were hoping you were wrong.

"I am." You told them.

"We're so sorry."

The other officer slowly outstretched a hand to hand you something.

Izukus green mask, now dirty and torn in some places, the part that attached it to the rest of his costume tattered.

You gulped, taking it with caution.

"Thank you." You croaked out, before shutting the door.

You began to sob as soon as you heard footsteps go away from your front door.

'He's really gone.'

◇◇◇◇◇◇

You get so upset when you relive those two days.

Start swearing at Izuku like it'd do anything.

You weren't even mad at him. Hell, you weren't even mad at All For One, and he killed Midoriya.

Its not even because they're both dead, you're just upset that Izuku is gone.

You gripped onto his mask for dear life as you tossed and turned.

'Please, just let me sleep, that's the only time we make up.'

[darbydoo22]

A Song From The Heart

a/n: So happy I got to participate in the @grishaversebigbang this year! I had so much fun writing this fic! Chapters will be posted every other day until they are all up.

Corporalki: @darbydoo22

Materialki: @phy-be (x) @cat-terpillar (x) @streckenweise-okay (x) (all art contains spoilers for later chapters)

Summary: Ivan and Fedyor get assigned to guard the royal family of Ravka, which means a lot of time at the little palace. Fedyor is excited, because it means the possibility of mentoring a young grisha, but Ivan isn’t sold on the idea. Instead of mentoring one of the higher year grisha, they end up adopting a young Nina Zenik instead.

Read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33620707

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Chapter 1/12 under the cut:

Fedyor didn’t know what to expect when he had been called into General Kirigan’s tent. He had been assisting with some of the crossings of the fold, and knew Ivan had been doing the same. They had seen each other a handful of times in the past few months, but to Fedyor, it felt like he hadn’t seen his lover in years. Saints he missed Ivan, he thought as he made his way to the general’s tent.

As he got to the General’s tent, Fedyor could almost hear Ivan’s familiar heartbeat, with how much Fedyor was thinking about him. But when Fedyor ducked inside the tent, he was met with the sight of Ivan, standing next to the General.

Fedyor wanted to run to Ivan, to hold him tightly in his arms and know for certain that his lover was safe, but the General had called them here for a reason. It certainly wasn’t just for a reunion.

“Now that you’re both here, why don’t we get started.” the General said. It wasn’t so much a question as it was an order.

He motioned for both of them to sit, so Fedyor did. He was sitting close enough to Ivan that their hands were brushing under the table, but he didn’t dare reach out. It was not the time or the place for that.

Fedyor could practically feel Ivan echoing his longing, but all Fedyor could do was turn his attention to the General. General Kirigan explained that there was some new threat to Ravka, or more specifically, to the Ravkan royal family.

“I need both of you back at the little palace for the foreseeable future. A threat to the royal family is a threat to all of Ravka, and we cannot stand for it. I need my two best heartrenders there” General Kirigan told them.

Fedyor nodded, and mumbled a ‘yes General’. He heard Ivan do the same.

“Good. I trust the two of you won’t be too.... distracted, to do your duty to this country and to our people?” The General asked, looking back and forth between them. Fedyor cringed at the reminder that General Kirigan knew about them. It was part of the reason they hadn’t spent much time together on missions lately.

“Nothing is more important to us than our county and our people” Ivan told the General. His voice was steady and even, sounding nothing but sincere. Fedyor had to stop himself from smiling though, because Ivan’s heartbeat had skipped a beat, in the telltale sign of a lie. Fedyor loved knowing that, for all his posturing about how important Ravka and the grisha were to him, Fedyor was more important to Ivan.

“Alright, you’re both dismissed. I expect the two of you to remain at the little palace until you receive instructions otherwise, understood?” The general asked. Again, they both mumbled a polite ‘understood’ before standing up and leaving the General’s tent.

The second they were both outside, Fedyor wasted no time in wrapping his arms around Ivan and kissing him. Fedyor didn’t care that they were just outside the General’s tent, in the middle of the military encampment. Nothing mattered to him in that moment besides the feeling of Ivan’s lips moving against his.

It felt like coming home. Like everything Fedyor had ever wanted. Words could not describe how much he had missed this, how much he had missed Ivan. Ever since the General had found out they were together, he had been sending them on separate missions. But they were both here now, and that was all Fedyor cared about.

“I missed you'' Fedyor mumbled when he finally pulled away from the kiss.

“I missed you too'' Ivan answered. Ivan pulled away from their embrace, but he continued to hold Fedyor’s hand as he led Fedyor through the maze of tents.

By some small miracle, or probably Ivan’s doing, they were sharing a tent. It was a small, standard tent for the first army, but Fedyor didn’t care. They would only be spending the night before making their way to the little palace.

Fedyor did smile when Ivan led him into the tent. Rather than the two small bedrolls most of the first army were stuck with, there was a large, comfortable bed in the middle of their tent. It took up most of the room, but Fedyor didn’t mind.

He finally, begrudgingly, let go of Ivan’s hand and began to remove his kefta. Fedyor was struggling with the buttons, probably because he refused to take his eyes off of Ivan as he stripped down to his undergarments.

Fedyor had managed to undo two of the clasps on his kefta before he gave up, unable to tear his eyes away from Ivan.

Ivan hadn’t changed much since the last time they had been alone together. Fedyor noticed one new scar on his chest, another on his arm. But he was looking at Fedyor with the same soft expression that was only ever reserved for him.

“Do you need help?” Ivan asked him. His tone wasn’t harsh or rude by any means, but Ivan never was with Fedyor. Fedyor nodded and mumbled a ‘please’ before moving closer to Ivan.

Fedyor let Ivan remove his Kefta, moving in sync with him as he continued to undress Fedyor. It wasn’t sexual, but felt intimate nonetheless. Once they were both down to their underclothes, Fedyor let Ivan lead him towards the bed.

He revelled in the softness of the sheets briefly, before reaching over hand wrapping an arm around Ivan’s shoulder. Saints, Fedyor had missed spending time with Ivan. He’d missed the casual, not rushed intimacy they could have. Fedyor felt Ivan shift a bit in his embrace and let him move until Ivan was on his back, Fedyor resting half on top of him.

“So... we’re going back to the little palace for a while '' Ivan started, wrapping an arm around Fedyor’s waist and pulling him impossibly closer. Fedyor smiled up at Ivan in response.

“Yes. It looks like we’ll be spending a lot of time together” Fedyor said, making Ivan laugh.

“Time together where we will be working, love. We are supposed to protect the royal family” Ivan reminded him. Fedyor wanted to roll his eyes, but settled for pouting at Ivan instead.

“They won’t need our protection the entire time” Fedyor countered, and Ivan sighed.

“What do you plan on doing with all that time off, then? Finally going to learn Kerch? Will you read those books that keep piling up in our room? Or maybe you’ll mentor one of the new grisha?” Ivan asked. Fedyor knew he was teasing, but....

“Could we mentor one of the new grisha?” Fedyor asked. It was something Ivan knew he had wanted to do for a while now.

Mentoring a younger grisha wasn’t required, but a lot of the grisha who spent long periods of time at the little palace ended up doing it at some point. It seemed like the perfect time for them, but Ivan didn’t look so sure about it.

“You know I’m not.... good with people. I’m much worse with kids” Ivan said.

Fedyor knew that Ivan wasn’t, as he said, good with people. It wasn’t that Ivan disliked people, he was just ....guarded.

After growing up in Fjerda, surrounded by people who had turned on him and tried to kill him for being Grisha, then coming to the little palace and not being trusted because he was Fjerdan.... well, Fedyor understood why Ivan was guarded. Understood why he put up walls almost as high as those of the little palace.

“We can talk about it more on the way there” Ivan told him. It wasn’t a yes, but it also wasn’t a no. Fedyor smiled, and leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to Ivan’s lips.

“Thank you” Fedyor mumbled letting himself snuggle closer to Ivan as he fell asleep.

[bevioletskies]

spare me a little (of your love)

summary: Klavier always liked to express his love with flowers, so sending a beautiful bouquet to his boyfriend every now and then seemed like the obvious thing to do. However, there’s just one little problem - Apollo is very, very allergic to pollen.

word count: 5.3k | read on ao3

a/n: For @klapollo-week, day two of seven (prompt: "flowers"). All seven of my fics take place in the same continuity! However, each can be read as a stand-alone, with the exception of day seven being a sequel to day five.

This fic takes place at some distant point in time after Spirit of Justice where Apollo and Trucy have learned that they’re siblings, but doesn’t reference any specific plotlines otherwise. My source for flower meanings can be found here. Fic title is from the song Spare Me a Little of Your Love by Fleetwood Mac.

“The language of...flowers?”

“Oui, oui, mon ami!” Athena chirped, nodding eagerly. “That’s just one of the many languages I speak, y’know.”

Apollo eyed her skeptically over the top of his laptop screen. “...right. Elaborate, please.”

“Well, you know how people usually give roses to express their love?” Athena said, leaning across the gap between their desks. She didn’t even blink when she accidentally knocked over Apollo’s calendar and pen holder in one fell swoop. Apollo, on the other hand, shot her an affronted glance that she deftly ignored. “Well, each flower actually has its own specific meaning. It even varies from color to color! Par exemple, white roses symbolize innocence, while yellow roses symbolize friendship.”

“That seems unnecessarily complicated,” Apollo remarked. “Don’t most flowers come with a card? Why can’t people just write their messages instead?”

They turned at the sound of a disappointed groan coming from the middle of the room. “You’re so unromantic, Polly,” Trucy complained, peeking at them from over the back of the couch. “I almost feel bad for Mr. Gavin!”

“Hey,” Apollo protested. “I can be - I-I’m romantic!”

“If you say so,” Athena giggled, poking him in the shoulder. Huffing, Apollo prodded her back. Athena reached for a rubber band, fully intending to escalate things. She lowered her projectile dejectedly when Apollo raised his hands in surrender; he had no interest in losing an eye today.

“Sunflowers and tulips are supposed to symbolize happiness, right?” Phoenix asked. “Those are pretty much the only flowers I really know, so.”

There was a long, uncomfortably drawn-out silence. “...Daddy, your ex-girlfriend’s name was Dahlia. Her real name was - is - Iris.”

“Oh...right,” Phoenix chuckled, only mildly embarrassed. “Speaking of, do you know what dahlias and irises mean, Athena?”

Athena’s eyes were practically sparkling now. “Oui! Dahlias symbolize elegance and dignity.” Phoenix made a face. “...but, they also symbolize dishonesty and betrayal.”

“That’s more like it,” Phoenix muttered under his breath. “And irises?”

“Faith, wisdom, that kinda thing,” Athena shrugged. She then paused. “Y’know, if you want some ideas on the kinds of flowers Mr. Edgeworth would like, I can make some - ”

“Nope, nope, I-I’m good,” Phoenix interrupted swiftly, his face reddening. He had a vase of daffodils sitting on his desk, which Edgeworth had sent to the office a few days ago. None of them believed Phoenix when he claimed they were purely intended for decoration. “So why the sudden interest in flowers, Apollo? Is this, er...is this about Gavin?”

“If you’re not talking about your prosecutor, sir, I’m not talking about mine,” Apollo said firmly, turning back to his laptop.

“Sure, except I think your prosecutor’s fair game when he picks you up from work most days,” Phoenix teased. His tone was eerily similar to Trucy’s. If Phoenix wasn’t both his boss and his sort-of stepfather, Apollo would’ve picked up a rubber band himself.

A few hours later, Apollo was locking up the office for the evening when he heard the roar of a familiar-sounding motorcycle coming up the street. He turned, biting back a smile as Klavier pulled up beside the sidewalk and turned off his engine. “Your bike really is as obnoxious as you are.”

Klavier removed his helmet, pouting. “Achtung, is that any way to greet your boyfriend?”

“It is for me,” Apollo replied, kissing him briefly. “Hi.”

“Hallo,” Klavier murmured against Apollo’s lips, grinning as he pulled away. “Dinner?”

“Yes, please,” Apollo said, reaching for Klavier’s spare helmet. “I’m feeling...pizza and all the cheesy garlic breadsticks. Or maybe we can just get cheesy garlic breadsticks.”

“As nice as that sounds, you need more vegetables than the little bits you get in your cup noodles, baby,” Klavier said, patting Apollo’s hip affectionately. “Pizza, breadsticks, and a side salad, ja?”

“Fine, fine,” Apollo grumbled, settling in behind Klavier. “Turn me into a rabbit, why don’t you? Buy me a bag of carrot sticks the next time we go to the grocery store. Stuff my mattress with straw and newspaper - ”

“And people think I’m the dramatic one,” Klavier lamented, shaking his head in amusement.

It wasn’t long before the two of them were sitting on the floor of Klavier’s living room, pleasantly stuffed with pizza and breadsticks and a mediocre amount of Greek salad (“I’m not a fan of olives, you know.” “Not surprising, since the color doesn’t work with your complexion.” “Klavier, I swear to - ”). A random made-for-TV movie was playing in the background on mute, though neither of them were particularly interested in watching it.

“How was work?” Apollo asked, taking a much-needed gulp of cold water. He wasn’t sure if he was ever going to get the taste of garlic out of his mouth.

“Boring, unfortunately,” Klavier said with a grimace. “Herr Edgeworth didn’t have anything but paperwork to offer me. No trials, no investigations, nichts. You?”

“Same,” Apollo replied. “Mr. Wright’s mostly working with Athena this month, so they’re taking the big clients while I get stuck with the smaller cases. Not that I’m complaining, I mean - it’s a nice change from Khura’in. I don’t want every trial to feel like I’m going under, you know?”

“Nein, that would be terrible,” Klavier agreed. “Exciting, sure, but the stress wouldn’t be worth it. I already found a gray hair the other day, ach.”

Apollo snorted. “Just one? You should see mine - I’m gonna be completely gray by thirty-five at this rate.” He shuffled closer so he could snuggle up against Klavier’s side, letting his head drop to Klavier’s shoulder. “So...turns out, Athena knows all about the flower language thing. Figured she might.”

“Flower...language...thing?” Klavier echoed, confused. He then brightened. “Ah! From our video call with my mama the other day, ja? I didn’t know you were actually interested.”

“I wasn’t, not at first,” Apollo admitted, squeezing Klavier’s arm. “But...I want your parents to like me, and since she said she was taking an interest, I thought, y’know, why not look into it? And it sounds kinda...contrived, not gonna lie. But I guess it’s kinda sweet, too. Like a secret language between just two people.”

Klavier’s face softened. “Ja, exactly. My parents used to write love letters to each other when they were in school, so I think this is Mama’s way of starting a new tradition - buying Papa flowers so he can plant them in his garden. You should see our family estate in the summer, it’s absolutely stunning.”

“Sounds like it,” Apollo said, smiling. “Your parents’ lives sound so...peaceful. Baking, gardening, travelling...I know it’s a little early to start thinking about retirement, but still, they’re living the dream.”

“They’re not retired yet,” Klavier chuckled. “And stop making me feel like I’m dating an old man, bitte. You complaining about your back makes me feel like I have to start complaining about my back.”

Apollo hummed, tracing random patterns along Klavier’s forearm with his finger. He was pleasantly sleepy from a number of things - his long, if uneventful day of work, the amount of cheese and carbs he’d just consumed, and the warmth of Klavier’s skin against his. “Sorry we can’t all afford chiropractors and massage therapists, sheesh,” he teased, unable to hold back a yawn.

“Maybe we can get a massage together someday,” Klavier suggested, stretching luxuriously. “Ah, before I forget - since we were talking about my parents just now, they asked me the other day if it would be alright to text you and send you things, little gifts and whatnot.”

“Huh? They would do that?” Apollo exclaimed. “I only just met them, like, a week ago!”

“They’re a bit...much,” Klavier said carefully. “Even when I was in high school, every friend I brought home was a potential lover to them, you know? They wanted to know everything about them, to shower them with gifts and affection. Even when I started working, I would ask Papa if I could have some flowers from his garden - you know, an arrangement to thank Herr Edgeworth for giving me a raise, a bouquet for my manager when we got our first record deal - and it was always the same story. Achtung, it’s embarrassing, but they mean well. You don’t have to say ja if you don’t want to, I just thought I’d ask.”

“No, I - it’s okay, I’d love to get to know your parents more, I’m just surprised,” Apollo admitted. The thought of them liking him this easily made him both relieved and unnerved at the same time. “Should I, uh, get them something in return?”

“Nein, nein, let them spoil you.” Klavier cupped Apollo’s face in his hands, kissing him softly. “Just like I do.”

“Sap,” Apollo murmured, kissing him back.

_____

It was a sort of gradual thing, for the most part. Barely a day had gone by when Apollo found himself in a group text with Klavier’s parents; he quickly discovered how witty and sweet and whip-smart they both were. Klavier’s father sent gorgeous photos of his garden - and calling it a garden seemed almost too modest when it seemed to be the size of a soccer field - while Klavier’s mother sent book recommendations, even the occasional movie recommendation.

“I never thought I’d be at that point in my life where my boyfriend’s mother sends me three long paragraphs about how she ‘discovered’ the Legally Blonde musical, but here we are,” Apollo had mused to the other agency members.

“Did you tell her that Klavier reminds everyone of that song, the one that goes - ”

“No, Athena, I did not. I want her to like me, remember?”

Soon after that, gifts started to arrive. Apollo had requested they send them to the agency, given how little he trusted his apartment building’s security after they nearly let his cat escape not too long ago. Unfortunately, it was too late before he realized that sometimes, he trusted his co-workers - or more specifically, his sister - even less.

“Trucy, do you know who ate the last piece of pie? Y’know, the one I was saving for today, to celebrate the end of my trial?”

“...huh. No idea, sorry, Polly!”

“Wait - th-there’s graham crumbs on Mr. Hat, what the hell - ”

His sister’s betrayal aside, Apollo felt good about things, almost unusually good. He soon started texting Klavier’s parents just as frequently as he did his own mother, thanking them for their generosity whenever they sent the occasional box of pastries or discounted event tickets. They also exchanged anecdotes about Klavier, along with stories about their own lives. He even received celebratory emojis whenever he told them about his victories in court - over their son, no less.

“I’m starting to think they like you more than they like me,” Klavier had lamented, though he seemed pleased all the same.

Then, a month into their budding familial relationship, a problem arrived on Apollo’s desk in the form of a bouquet the size of his head.

“Ah-choo!”

Trucy and Athena, who had been standing by the latter’s desk, both startled at the sound. “Ay Dios mío!” Athena exclaimed, clutching her heart in shock. “Are you okay, Apollo? That was some sneeze. I thought we were having another earthquake!”

“Har, har,” Apollo said dryly, reaching for a tissue. “It’s just the - achoo - flowers, that’s all.”

“They’re beautiful - very classic,” Athena added, dropping into Apollo’s desk chair so she could get a closer look. “Red roses and white lilies, claro. Ooh, I see some red carnations and white chrysanthemums, too!”

“Well, I see a card,” Trucy said, plucking a small white notecard from between the leaves. “Let’s see what it says!”

“That’s for - achoo - me, thank you very much.” Apollo snatched the card out of her hands, then squinted through his watery eyes to read it. “I...oh. Klavier says his mom helped him make the arrangement, with flowers from his dad’s garden.”

“How sweet!” Trucy gushed, taking a moment to sniff them, inhaling deeply as her eyes drifted closed. “Ooh, and they smell amazing. Mr. Gavin is such a good - ”

“Ah-choo!” Apollo sniffled, wiping his nose carefully. “...dammit.”

“I didn’t know you were allergic to pollen, Apollo,” Phoenix commented; he was on the other side of the room, pouring himself a cup of tea. “You never had any problems with the flowers Edgeworth sent to m - I mean, to the office.”

“Maybe it’s a freshly-cut thing?” Athena guessed, ignoring Phoenix’s awkward laugh. “Or, y’know, some flowers are worse for allergies than others. Dahlias, for example, are the worst.” Phoenix made another face before turning back to what he was doing.

“You should tell him you’re allergic,” Trucy said, patting Apollo’s free hand in sympathy. “I’m sure he’d understand.”

“But…” Apollo hesitated. The others braced themselves, anticipating another sneeze. “...this is from Klavier and his parents, you know? I can put up with a sneeze or two if it makes them happy. He loves sending flowers, and his dad’s really into gardening, so...if I tell them, they’ll stop doing it, and they’ll be too understanding, and I - I can’t deal with that. The, uh, the niceness, I mean.”

“Poor you, having the sweetest in-laws in the world,” Athena teased, pouting exaggeratedly. Oh, the humanity, Widget added. Apollo would have glared at them both, had he not started sneezing again. “Como tú quieras, I guess.”

Hours later, when Klavier met Apollo at the agency, the sight of his face brightening when he saw the bouquet confirmed Apollo’s fears. “Ah, how wunderschön,” Klavier declared, beaming. “I was worried they wouldn’t hold up during delivery. Do you like them, liebe?”

“They’re beautiful,” Apollo said, as honest as he could be. “Thanks, Klavier. I, uh, I hope it didn’t take you too long to put together.”

“You know how picky I can be,” Klavier hummed, carefully drawing a carnation out of the vase between two practiced fingers and bringing it up to his nose to smell. “I don’t settle for anything less than perfekt.” He turned, smirking. “That’s why I’m dating you, after all.”

“Gross,” Apollo said, wrinkling his nose; the effect was ruined by his affectionate laughter. “Hey, is it okay if I press them after they’ve wilted? I was thinking I could keep ‘em in my journal as a nice little reminder.”

Klavier chuckled, reaching over to squeeze Apollo’s hand. “Of course, Forehead. They’re all yours, you don’t have to ask for my permission. And I’m sure Mama and Papa would be delighted to hear you’re planning to give Papa’s flowers a second life. We’ll have to send you more in the future, ja?”

“...ja,” Apollo said weakly, his heart sinking.

_____

The next bouquet arrived two weeks later, bigger and bolder than before. According to Athena, it consisted of pink and orange roses, pink lilies, and yellow alstroemeria. However, it seemed to be the handful of sunflowers that topped everything off that left Apollo’s nose running all day.

“I think the only sunflower I can stand to be around is my attorney’s badge,” Apollo had bemoaned.

After that came an arrangement of white daisies, red gerbera, and white limonium (or, as Trucy liked to call it - she liked practicing tongue twisters when she was bored - “linoleum”). Then green hydrangeas and Queen Anne’s lace, which admittedly wasn't so bad, followed by purple daisies and pink gerbera, which was very, very bad. Apollo did not like the fact that he was getting used to the taste of Benadryl. He did manage to get some reprieve when Klavier sent him a simple vase of pink peonies.

“They’re hypoallergenic,” Athena had informed him. “But...mein Gott, Apollo, just tell him already!”

“But if I do, i-it’s…” Apollo had gestured wildly, unable to find the right words. Athena and Trucy had exchanged glances, then shook their heads in eerily synchronized disappointment.

Pink carnations and pink alstroemeria, purple irises and white aster, yellow daisies and orange roses; Apollo was starting to think the Gavin family garden was endless. And while his journal had never looked prettier, every page decorated with carefully pressed petals, every other page detailed with a date and a description courtesy of Athena’s expertise, his nose had never looked worse, his skin pink and dry and irritated. He was getting too used to the smell of CeraVe as well.

Finally, a bouquet of red roses - thankfully, also hypoallergenic - arrived with Klavier himself. He seemed delighted to be at the agency while everyone else was present for once, chatting happily with Athena and marvelling at Trucy’s card tricks. He and Phoenix seemed awkward around each other, though Apollo supposed that was to be expected. Even now, they hesitated whenever Apollo brought the other one up.

“So what’re you doing here, Mr. Gavin?” Trucy asked after she’d successfully duped him three times in a row. Apollo had to stop her before she started charging him for it. “Is it date night?”

“Not exactly,” Klavier said, turning to Apollo. “I came here to ask you something in person, liebe.”

Apollo raised an eyebrow. “Well, that’s not suspicious at all. What’s up?”

“I think it’s about time you meet my parents in person.” Klavier took both of Apollo’s hands in his, smiling hopefully. “So, if you’re ready...are you free this weekend? We could go to my family estate, spend the day - Mama would love to teach you how to make those puff pastries you like, and Papa wants to show you around the garden so you can see where all your wunderschön flowers came from.”

“I...oh.” Apollo’s face fell for a split second before he quickly regained his composure. “Sorry, Klav, that sounds incredible, but I-I was gonna stay with Mom this weekend. Maybe another time?”

“Natürlich,” Klavier replied, still smiling. While his smiles usually made Apollo feel warm and fuzzy, now all he was feeling was gnawing guilt. “Let me know when you have a free weekend, ja?”

“For sure,” Apollo promised, pecking him briefly on the cheek. “And thanks for the roses, even though I, uh, kinda ruined the occasion.”

“Ruined?” Klavier repeated, chuckling. “Ach, it’s no big deal, you’re busy. We have time, don’t we?”

“Of course!” Apollo exclaimed, far too loudly. Klavier didn’t seem to mind, though; he leaned down to kiss Apollo properly, humming all the while.

“Anyway, I should get going before Herr Edgeworth notices I’m not in my office,” Klavier said, reluctantly pulling away. The look on Phoenix's face suggested he knew that Edgeworth had figured it out long ago. “Auf Wiedersehen, süßer!”

The second Klavier left, Apollo let out the breath he’d been holding. He didn’t even need to look up to know the others were staring at him very judgmentally. “...I don’t wanna hear it.”

“You really shouldn’t lie to your boyfriend, Apollo,” Phoenix said gently; his voice had taken on the sort of “dad” tone that made Apollo feel even guiltier. “Er, that is, you shouldn’t lie to anyone, but you know what I mean. Are you really protecting his feelings by doing this?”

Sighing, Apollo collapsed into his desk chair, dropping his forehead to his desk with an audible thunk. “I know, I know. It was stupid from the start, but...I-I honestly wasn’t expecting him to send this many! I thought it’d be, y’know, for special occasions only, like every few months or whatever. Then I could deal with it, and he would never have to know. Not, like, just ‘cos he felt like it. Though I guess I really should’ve seen it coming, knowing him.”

“You really gotta tell him,” Trucy insisted. “Next time you see him, okay? Or else you’re never gonna say anything!”

“I will, I swear,” Apollo insisted, combing his fingers through his hair. He could feel more grays coming in by the second. “I have no interest in being the worst boyfriend ever, believe me.”

_____

It didn’t take long for Apollo to realize that while he was perfectly fine - or, at least, reasonably fine - with confrontation in the courtroom, he was very much not fine with confrontation in his personal life. The flower arrangements came less frequently now, and when they did, they seemed to be exclusively hypoallergenic. Klavier’s invitations, on the other hand, seemed more persistent.

“I don’t mean to push,” Klavier would say. “It’s just that exam week is coming up and, being professors and all, they’re going to be very busy soon. I was hoping we’d be able to spend some time with them before then.”

“Yeah, o-of course,” Apollo would reply, his stomach twisting every time, knowing full well he was about to turn him down again.

Another weekend went by, then another. There always seemed to be something, whether it was Apollo’s sudden frequent visits to Thalassa’s, Trucy’s sudden need for a magic show assistant, or that Apollo was just too tired to be good company. Eventually, Klavier seemed to simply stop asking. In fact, he seemed to stop asking him about anything at all.

“Do you wanna grab lunch?” Apollo had once asked Klavier while they were both packing up after the end of a lengthy trial.

“I don’t know.” Klavier had sounded tired, subdued; he refused to look Apollo in the eyes. “I think I’m just going to head back to the office and catch up on my emails. Take care, Herr Forehead.” He’d quickly swept out of the courtroom before Apollo could even say goodbye.

Apollo’s group text with his parents seemed to slow down, too, especially when it came to Klavier’s papa’s photos of his garden. Klavier’s mama, on the other hand, sent him short, stilted messages, now seemingly out of obligation instead of affection. Their near-radio silence, Apollo had to admit, was well-deserved. He knew he had to do something before it was too late, if it wasn’t already too late.

“I was surprised you wanted me to join you today,” Klavier said one morning as the two of them were taking a leisurely stroll around People Park, hand-in-hand. “Lately, I feel like I’ve been dating a ghost, achtung. We only ever see each other in court. Maybe at crime scenes, too, if we’re lucky.”

“And I’m surprised you agreed to come,” Apollo admitted. “I missed you, Klavier. Only...I, uh, I know that’s really my fault, not yours.”

“You do, do you?” Klavier sounded bitter. His grip on Apollo’s hand was looser than usual, like he was ready to pull away at any second, like he wanted to run. The thought made Apollo’s chest ache. “And here, I thought you were as oblivious as ever.”

“Hey,” Apollo protested, frowning. Then, he sighed. “No, you - you’re right. This is on me. Will you - I - listen, I have something for you, back at the office. Can we go get it before you head to work?”

Klavier nodded shortly. While his eyes had softened, his smile was still strained. “Ja, let’s go.”

Thankfully, the agency was empty when they got there, save for a certain something sitting patiently on Apollo’s desk. He set his bag down, then turned on all the lights, his heart pounding rapidly against his ribcage. “So these aren’t as nice as your dad’s, but, uh. This is for you...and your parents.”

“What do you - ah!” Klavier approached Apollo’s desk with wide, disbelieving eyes, his gaze fixated on the beautiful arrangement of white lilies, yellow tulips, and white orchids wrapped in white decorative tissue paper. “Apollo, these are...they’re lovely! Did you pick these out yourself?”

“Athena helped,” Apollo said, hovering nervously. “She said white lilies are for humility, yellow tulips can mean forgiveness, and white orchids symbolize strength. Fitting, since I wanted to...apologize. For being a horrible boyfriend.”

“I don’t know about ‘horrible’,” Klavier said, gently running a finger down the length of one of the orchids. “...but you have been distant. If you’re not actually interested in meeting my parents, or if you...if you want to end things, just say so, will you?” His voice cracked. “I might like a bit of drama every now and then, but not in my own life. Not in my own relationship.”

“What?! No, no, I-I don’t wanna end things at all!” Apollo exclaimed, his voice filling the room. He took a few deep, even breaths to calm himself. “Just...will you hear me out? Please?” Klavier nodded, though he refused to look at him. “I’m...I’m sorry for avoiding you and your parents. And before you ask...yes. I was doing it on purpose. It’s nothing that - none of you did anything wrong, okay? It’s me, i-it’s - it - I - ah - ”

Klavier turned on his heel, worried. “Apollo? Are you - ”

“Ah-choo!”

Klavier jumped. “Ach - Apollo?”

“I forgot there were asters in there,” Apollo grumbled, reaching for a tissue. He wasn’t sure which was redder now, his nose or his cheeks. “It’s - I - achoo - ”

“Apollo,” Klavier said slowly; if Apollo didn’t know any better, he would've thought he was trying not to laugh. “Are you, by chance...allergic to pollen?”

Apollo sniffed sharply. “...yes, dammit, yes! That’s literally what I’ve been trying to say - achoo - just now, until - achoo - my sinuses decided to - achoo - speak for me!” He was half-doubled over at this point, clenching a fistful of tissues in both hands.

“Baby, have you been rejecting my invitation to meet my parents because you’re allergic to all the flowers we’ve been sending you for the last several weeks?” Klavier sounded more incredulous than angry.

“...yes. Yes, I have, yes, I’m an idiot and an asshole and - achoo - I’m so sorry, Klavier, I - achoo - ”

“Bitte, say it, don’t spray it.” Klavier held up Apollo’s tissue box for him, keeping it - and Apollo himself - at a good distance. “Mein Gott, Apollo, I thought you wanted to break up with me! Why didn’t you say anything earlier?!”

It took another minute or so before Apollo finally stopped sneezing long enough to get a full sentence out. He sniffled again, wiping his nose completely clean. “...have you ever told, like, the tiniest lie to make someone happy, only for it to turn into a big...thing? And then you know you have to come clean, that it’s what you’re s’posed to do, but the thought of doing it makes you anxious, even if not doing it also makes you anxious, and then...it just...it, uh, it stays with you.” He swallowed thickly, shaking his head. “Not that that’s an excuse, it’s just - that’s just what happened. I’m sorry, Klavier, I really am. I really do want to meet your parents, they’re so sweet and friendly a-and funny, I’m just...I’m bad at this. Really, really bad at this.”

Klavier sighed. Apollo held his breath, anticipating the worst. Then, Klavier wrapped him in his arms, letting out another sigh of relief. “I understand, liebe, and...I forgive you. Danke for explaining yourself.” He kissed the top of Apollo’s head. “Maybe we should’ve stuck to sending you pies, ja?”

Apollo laughed wetly. “I don’t know how you’re joking right now. That’s usually my job.” He lifted his head from Klavier’s chest to look up at him with a grateful smile. “I really did love the flowers, you know. When they weren’t attacking my respiratory system, that is.”

“Still, let’s not push it any further,” Klavier said wryly. “Now - two things, if you don’t mind. First, let me give you some moisturizer for your poor, poor nose. I’m not kissing you until I’m sure your skin won’t flake off in the process.”

“Ew, thanks for the gross visual,” Apollo grimaced. “And the second thing?”

Klavier smiled. “If you're alright with it, I’d like you to tell my parents what happened...in person.”

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The garden was just as beautiful as Apollo imagined it to be, given the dozens and dozens of photos he’d gotten from Klavier’s papa. It was full and lush and vibrant, with towering trees that provided ample shade, a beautiful gazebo with a built-in fireplace, a gorgeous two-tiered fish pond, and of course, a plethora of flowers, as far as they could see. Everything was especially beautiful, in Apollo’s opinion, from the relative safety of the conservatory.

“We’re not throwing you to the wolves, darling,” Klavier’s mama insisted, as if she were talking about actual wild animals and not her husband’s hobby. “We’ll stay in here for high tea so you can admire the garden at a safe distance, yes?”

“Yes, th-thank you,” Apollo stammered, relieved. “High tea?”

“Today’s menu is German chocolate scones and mini-sandwiches. With the crusts cut off for my fussy baby boy, of course,” she added, pinching Klavier’s cheek with a devious grin.

“Mama,” Klavier protested, embarrassed. His papa chuckled, settling into the chair across from his son; he still had a smudge of dirt on his nose. “I’m a grown man, achtung. I have my own health insurance and everything!”

“I really am sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Gavin,” Apollo said sincerely. Despite their kindness and generosity, he was still somewhat intimidated by them, by how tall and beautiful and well-spoken they were. As much as he didn’t want to think about his former boss, Apollo could see where he and Klavier got their good looks and charm from. “I wanted to make a good impression, but I, uh, I didn’t go about it the right way. I’ve been wanting to meet you for a while now, but...I kept it from happening for a dumb reason, and it led to me hurting your feelings and Klavier’s feelings. I’m sorry.”

“All is forgiven,” Klavier’s papa insisted, waving a hand. “Just promise you’ll stop by every now and then, alright? Our doors are open to you, Apollo. Consider us your parents, too, if you’d like.”

Apollo smiled softly. “I would, sir.”

“It’ll be a good, allergy-free time, I promise,” he continued with a teasing wink. “We’ll bake some bread, watch some home movies...are you interested in seeing - ach, what do the kids call it - Klavier’s ‘goth phase’?”

Apollo’s mouth dropped open. “...his what.”

“Papa, nein,” Klavier whined; he really did sound like a child now. “Maybe it was a mistake to bring you here, liebling.”

“Oh, I disagree,” Apollo said, his grin widening. “I would love to see Klavier’s goth phase. Did he dye his hair?”

“Oh, did he,” Klavier’s mama said slyly with the exasperated sigh of a parent who had dealt with too much. “It’s a miracle he managed to get back to blond at all.” She then got to her feet, smoothing out the front of her apron. “Anyway, Papa and I should go check on the scones now. You two sit tight, okay?” Before Apollo could blink, she’d dropped kisses on both his and Klavier’s foreheads, then disappeared down the hallway and into the kitchen, her husband in tow. He turned to look at Klavier, who was watching him nervously.

“I love them,” Apollo admitted. “They’re so sweet, Klav, they - stop looking at me like that, will you?”

“You can’t blame me for worrying,” Klavier said, kissing him briefly. “But I’m glad to hear it. Ich liebe dich, schatz.”

“Love you too, dork,” Apollo murmured against Klavier’s lips. “...so. Did you have a lip ring, or snake bites, or - ”

“Get out of my house,” Klavier huffed, pinching Apollo’s arm with an exaggerated pout.

“Hey! This isn’t your house, it’s your parents’ house, and they said their doors were open,” Apollo teased, laughing. Rolling his eyes, Klavier pulled Apollo into his arms, the two of them snuggled up on the loveseat. In the distance, they could see birds and butterflies fluttering among the flowers, a stray squirrel or two sniffing curiously at the edge of the fish pond. It was peaceful, serene. If it wasn't for the pollen, Apollo could see himself staying outside for hours at a time. “...but seriously, I’m looking forward to the video evidence.”

“I’m sure you are,” Klavier sighed, giving Apollo one last kiss before his parents returned with a large tray of sandwiches, scones, tea, and a vase with a single red rose for decoration - hypoallergenic, of course.

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a/n: Welcome to my second entry for Klapollo Week 2021! Continuity-wise, this is the fourth of seven fics, but again, there is no need to read the others to follow each fic on its own. Today, I have projected my allergies and anxiety onto Apollo, because that's what fanfiction is for, right? I hope y'all like my version of the Gavins; I've written them as cold and distant a couple of times, but I usually prefer to write them as warm and witty so that Klavier has a good support system in his life.

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Likes and reblogs would be much appreciated. Hoping you're all safe and healthy and doing well ❤️

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Klaus' surprise (Gender Neutral Reader)

Pairing: Klaus x gender neutral reader

Plot: You just had a shitty day, luckily, Klaus is here to make you feel better.

Words: 1K

You were coming back from a harsh day at work, completely tired. The day had been quite shitty, your boss had screamed at you because of an error that wasn’t even your fault and the real culprit just watched you taking everything in the face. Adding to that, the customers had been very rude, and someone took the meal you put in the work’s fridge, so you had to take a sandwich in the little supermarket that was next to your work. And as the time was pretty short to eat you didn’t had the time to eat properly.

Luckily for you, it was Friday and you had the whole weekend to sleep and more generally taking care of yourself. You couldn’t wait to find your boyfriend and just spend the night cuddling together. You opened the door and closed it quickly once you were inside. Once you put your coat on the hanger and took off your shoes, you noticed that the house was oddly quiet.

“Klaus? I’m back!”

You heard the sound of feet quickly coming toward you and your boyfriend appeared, a big smile present on his face.

“(Y/N)! How are you sweetheart? Did you have a good day?”

You smiled softly and went to kiss him on the cheek.

“Hello love, the day was… tiring but I’m slightly better now that I saw you.”

“I’m sorry you had a bad day, but it’s not the time to think about that anymore! I have something for you!”, he grinned, the smile blinding you. Just by seeing him you were able to feel better already, you were very grateful for this angel to come into your life.

He took you hand in his and dragged you to your shared bedroom. You followed him laughing slightly. Once he arrived in front of the door he turned to face you and said:

“Shut your eyes!”

You did as he said, and he once again took a hold of your hand and brought you inside the room.

“Tadaaaa! You can open your eyes now!”

You opened your eyes and in front you was your bed, full of seemingly soft pillows and a gigantic but equally soft looking comforter. Facing the bed there was your TV Klaus must have moved it from the living room to the bedroom. The bed was so appealing to you, but you had to change from your work clothes first, so you could enjoy it thoroughly. You looked back at Klaus and went toward him to kiss him hard, you felt a small laugh from him, his chest lightly vibrating against yours.

“I take that you like my surprise?”

“Yeah! That’s awesome, you’re the best! B-But why did you do that?”

“I don’t know, do I need an excuse to spend a great night with my partner that I love very much?”, he said while covering your face in kisses.

“Aww… You’re such a softie, that surprise is so sweet I love you so much. Thank you.”, you said as you kissed him hard.

“You’re welcome (Y/N), I love you too honey! Now take your place on that royal bed of ours!”

“But wait, I have to change from my clothes, I’ll take a shower too, so we won’t have to move later.

“Of course honey. During that time I’ll order some food, is pizzas good for you?”

“Always!”

He smiled and kissed you once again, leaving you so you could take a shower. You went into the shower, taking off your clothes and opened the hot water so it could heat before you start your shower. During that time you turned on your phone, turning on (Fav song) and slided inside your shower, sighing when the hot water touched your body.

It was such a bliss to feel something so comforting and refreshing after such a hard day. You finally could take off the dirt and the sweat you accumulated through the whole day. After rinsing yourself you stopped the shower and wrapped yourself inside a big and soft towel.

You went back to your room and choose your comfort clothes, you heard the front door closing, it was probably the pizzas that had arrived. Though you wondered how long you spend in the shower for them to be able to do and deliver the pizza.

When Klaus appeared with two boxes of pizza you thought that it didn’t matter that much, you were about to spend a wonderful evening with your lover. You both went on your bed, bringing a table to the feet of the bed, so you could put the pizzas on it.

“So what did you took?”

“I took raclette and the other is 4 cheeses.”

“You’re the best Klaus!”

His cheek turned a lovely pink as you grinned at him. You start to dive into the pizzas, first choosing the raclette one. Such a greasy meal was pretty comforting, and you couldn’t help but moan at the taste. Klaus looked at you with a little smile and winked.

“I hope you’ll do the same noises tomorrow.”

You coughed and laughed once you found yourself able to breath correctly once again.

“Do those kinds of innuendos when I’m not eating, or you’ll find yourself with a corpse!”

“ Mmmh… Are you sure it’s not because you’re getting flustered and you don’t want to admit that?”

“Shush and eat your pizza!”, you felt your blood rushing to your cheeks and decided to stuff your mouth with pizza. He laughed at you and finally ate his pizza.

After finishing half of both pizzas, you decided to put a movie and discussed for a while to choose which movie to watch. In the end you both agreed to watch a TV show, Hannibal. You finished the pizzas and then both of you slipped under the cover, snuggling together to keep yourself warm.

Klaus nuzzled your hair and kissed the top of your head. You smiled softly  and kissed his neck. He hummed and tried to get even more closer than you.

After a while you both fell asleep with a smile on your lips. Klaus was truly able to help you feel better.

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