#which i hate doing but i hate the thought of passing out at work even more!

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Wowza! You've been on a spree! Been loving all the content! Was wondering if you have any plans for Mr. Flavor? Mr. Flavor has become my favorite, and the latest update really cemented that for me. If not any ideas for core clusters? Either way may the Narwhal of inspiration continues to grace your presence!

Danny finds that his second kidnapping isn't as bad as the first. For one thing, Hoddie doesn't keep him locked up in one room. There are no chains, and he has a spacious bathroom and bedroom. They even provided him with a kitchen to cook his own meals, which is equipped with a lab, and is also available to him for his experimental pursuits or dietary needs whenever he chooses.

He's made about five carts of sodas- a dozen of each of these flavors- and he had the safety stored away to go sell on Monday at Anthony's Pasta.

On the other hand, Hoddie has assigned him two guards who are meant to stop Danny from "doing something stupid," such as eating his experimental flavors, jumping off the roof, or doing anything fun like holding his breath until he passes out. His guards had permission to spray him with a spray bottle, as if he were an untrained cat, should he attempt anything.

The worst part about all that was how well the spray bottle works. Hoddie had pulled it on him as a joke-or Danny thinks it was a joke-but the second the water touched his skin, his entire body withered in disgust.

He wound up on the ground, covering his face with his hands and thrashing around, muffling his screams with his palms. Hoddie had sprung into action, checking the bottle content and barking out orders to his men to get a medic, while carefully holding him down to stop his thrashing. There was a brief period when Hoddie thought he sprayed him with something else, but in the end, they were all able to confirm that it was just water, and that Danny just didn't like it.

Now the two guards, a couple of barely legal adults (nineteen years old, he thinks. A pair of newbies to whatever group Hoddie had going on), were stationed at his side, fiddling with the spray bottles like they were wielding weapons. Not that they lacked weapons.

Guns, Danny could see, were clipped to their belts, but he was far more fearful of the white bottles than seeing if being shot multiple times could get Phantom. The spray only made him feel discomfort, and not a hint of a ghost in return for the feeling.

"Don't even think about it," Snapped the redheaded man, whom Danny mentally titled Ginger.

"What's he doing now?" Sighed the other one with the long braid. Since the braid reached his mid-back and looked rather elegant in its silky black shine, Danny bestowed him the name Silk.

Ginger grabs Danny around his mid-drift, letting him off the crates he had been stacking to try to reach the window. It wasn't hard to see that he was in a basement, but the only exit was the stairway that Silk and Ginger stood on guard at, and the small window.

He dangles in Ginger's arms, miffed by how easily the slightly older boy can lift him. Danny has always been smaller than his peers, but it wasn't fair when he weighed like a box of air, too.

"I wasn't even doing anything," He grumbles as Ginger carries him to the couch to practically throw him into the cushions. Danny crosses his arms, scowling at the coffee table. Its surface is covered with various notes and test tubes for his latest flavor experiment, as well as some kind of toy that Hoddie called Kinetic Sand.

Hoddie gave him a bucket and some farm-shaped molds for "enrichment" while the house breaker went to do whatever the hell he was doing to keep Danny safe.

Danny hated how much he enjoyed sticking his hands in it.

"Look, kid, we know it's not fun to wait for Boss to do his thing, but we have to be patient in life." Started Silk, sounding far too much like a tired Jazz back when their parents were first beginning to let her babysit him for a few hours while they ran to the store. Danny doesn't remember how, but the chicken had come to life that day, and she had to fight it off with a broom. Good times.

"I'm not a kid. I'm seventeen."

"Practically a baby," Silk agrees with a nod, causing Ginger to snort.

Ice gathered on the back of Danny's knuckles. "What did you say?"

Silk raises his spray bottle, holding it in both his hands like he were aiming a gun. It's pointed right at Danny's face, between his eyes, and Silk's fingers rest on the trigger, ready to take the shot. "Be cool, kid."

Alarmed, Phantom's small ice vanishes, and Danny goes very still, holding up his arms. He licks his dry lips, eyeing the small hole that rests inside the tip of the spray. "I'm cool! We're cool! Everyone is cool! No need for violence, you know?"

Ginger hums, "Not if we all behave."

He comes up behind Silk, twirling his bottle so Danny can hear the horrid sound of the water sliding side to side in it. His heart dropped in his stomach. Carefully, telegraphing his every moment, Danny lowers himself to the floor, reaching for the sand and the cow mold. Silk's eyes narrow before he, too, lowers his hands.

"Glad we understand each other."

"I'd rather you shoot me," Danny mutters, piling purple fake sand- it feels artificial somehow, or maybe it was natural in this world dimension- into the mold, patting it down.

"I rather not piss off Boss. That's a man you don't want to cross."

"A Man." Danny lowers his voice, referencing an old TV commercial from home, "A manly man who mans his way through the manly woods of manhood."

Ginger and Silk shared an odd look between them before Ginger reached up and rubbed at his eyes. "You ain't right in the head, boyo."

"Oh yeah? Well, you're attractive! Leave some women for the rest of us." Danny hisses, pointing an accusing finger at Ginger. The man's face turned as red as his ruby locks while Silk snickered after a moment of confusion.

"I-"

Whatever Ginger was going to say is cut off by a loud crash. The three whip around to find the basement window had been smashed in. On the ground is broken glass, shimmering in the sunlight of freedom.

Oh, and there was also a silver cylinder, letting out a thick cloud of black smoke. The cloud of smoke fills the room at an almost inspiring speed, as it leaks out of its vessel, causing the cylinder to spin in circles from the force of its escape.

"Shit! We're under attack!" Silk cries, leaping to his feet. "

The door at the top of the stairway is kicked open, and three other cylinders go flying, landing at Danny's feet. His eyes widen, realizing that one is smaller than the rest, and he can only conclude it's a bomb.

"Gernande!" Danny cries joyfully, throwing his body on top of it. "I call dibs!"

"No!" Ginger screams, nearly smothered by the smoke that now covers the room in a deep darkness. "Kid! "

Dany spreads as much of himself as he can on it, counting the seconds before a soft boom goes under his stomach and a brief but intense bright light blooms around him, like an added chalk outline. He waits for a few seconds, but when nothing else happens, he sighs, standing up. "False alarm, it was just a flash bomb-"

"You son of bitches! You killed him!" Ginger yells from the direction of the bathroom, which was clear across the room, and Silk lets out a choking snarl from a different part of the room, but just as far away. Did they move? It would make sense to get away from the smoke and the potential grenade-

Bam!

Danny jerks backwards, letting out a gasp as his chest suddenly burns in agony. A hand shakily goes up to cup around the pain, only to realize his shirt is wet, and he doesn't remember getting sprayed. "Wha-"

Bam bam bam!

Danny's knees go out, and he's crumbling to the ground, a savage scream ripped from his throat, as suddenly his stomach, his right arm, and his shoulder are nothing but pain. His yell echoes through the room, overlapping the sound of something sharp being thrown through the air and fists hitting skin. He thinks he hears Silk cry out, but he can't make heads or tails of what's happening, too busy choking on his blood.

He shakes on the ground, doing everything he can to drag himself across the floor. Phantom has not stirred from inside him, nor has that part of himself sent out ice to seal the wounds. Not even his healing factor has started to numb the worst of the pain.

He has been shot as a very human Danny, and now, he may suffer the consequences of being human.

"No! No, no, no, no, not again." A voice sobs near Danny's head, before someone pushes him onto his back, pressing their hands over his wounds. Danny groans in pain.

"Hang on, kid. Hang on.!" Danny squints through unfocused eyes, looking into the face of a panicked man in a blue and black mask. His lip is bitten through and his odd costume of spandex is covered in Danny's blood. He must have passed out or something, because the smoke is gone, leaving a clear view of a basement torn apart, as if a wild boar had smashed through everything.

Hoddie stands over the stranger's shoulder, his hood down and his weird metal face covering the only thing keeping his face out of sight as he yanks bandages out of his many pant pockets.

A little further away, he can make out Silk with his head turned away in shame and Ginger weeping openly. Another two people are there: a kid in a hoodie and a sword, barking commands into a phone, while the one with an X across his chest stares back at Danny in mute horror.

He can't see his eyes through the mask, but Danny bets there are tears in them. There is a moment where he flounces out of his body, every sound slowed and muffled like he's not really part of the scene anymore. Danny can only hear his own heartbeat, slowing down, as the world starts to fade.

Danny almost gives in to the calming nothing before a sharp snap happens around his heart, near his core, and his healing factor boots online. The pain in his stomach lessens, and even the pain under the Blue Man's frantic hands that are trying to put pressure on his chest wound.

All of it, is getting attention from his healing factor at a speed he's missed. Phantom....he's so close. Danny is all but touching him.

It's enough to yank him back into his body's awareness, which can all be summarized to ow currently.

He giggles, accidentally causing a few spots of blood to land on Blue Man's face. "Deja vu...Am I right?....first the car....then the gun shot....and then comes a baby in a baby carriage."

"Don't talk! Save your strength!" The masked man chokes

Danny smiles, "I'm dying....."

"No." The voice is so choked up it sounds like gravel now. Danny can barely understand him. His body is starting to turn cold...like ice was racing through Danny's veins freezing him from he inside out.

"My... soda...."

"It's alright." Hoddie shushed him, grabbing his hand and holding it tight. His other hand went through Danny's hair in a comforting manner. "You're soda is safe. It's alright."

"I'm....dying..."Danny repeats his smile, stretching wider as the world starts to rapidly fade. His healing factor is still active beneath his skin, but it's not moving fast enough. It was almost a bee trying desperately to pollinate a flower bed before a flood crashed into the garden.

Hoodie's breath catches, sounding odd in his voice modifier, but he responds evenly. "It's alright. You're going to be alright. We're going to have some of your pumpkin pie flavor soda after this, yeah?"

"Re...all...y?" Danny coughs

"Yeah, kid, it 's going to taste delicious," Hoddie whispers comfrotingly. The hand in Danny's hair goes slower, almost as if it were trying to make him sleep. "The best damn thing I ever drink"

"What...ab...out....the other...on..e"

"All of them. If it's a Mr.Flavor soda, it's going to be the best drink to ever be created."

"Thank....you....for say...ing...th..a..t" Danny feels himself slip away entirely as the light in his eyes dims, and he goes slack.

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Nightwing feels the moment the boy dies, more than he sees it, and he can't do anything but let out a wail. Red Hood stops canning his fingers through the boy's dark locks to gently lower his eyelids close.

The boy's face, seventeen but still too young-looking, that most thought he was lying about his age, as he had always suspected the tiny thing to be closer to fourteen, looks gentle, almost sweet in its stillness. As if he merely fell asleep, were it not for the trail of blood running down his chin and on his clothes.

It was an accident. Nigwing, Robin, and Red Robin didn't know that the two men with the kid making threats were talking about a water spray or that they worked for Red Hood.

Red Hood and his two new gang members weren't aware that the Bats were searching for a meta who had just escaped a kidnapping and a hospital that same day. They just thought the kid got away from a meta trafficking ring that tracked them down to a safe house.

In the confusion, the two fired their guns in the direction of the intruders, unaware that the kid was standing in the middle. No one knows whose bullets landed, but no one really cares.

Red Hood gathers Nightwing into his arms, knowing the man needed his comfort now.

In the hollow silence that is only interrupted by Nightwings' cries, the six males are left staying at the body of Gotham's oddest little soda maker, who arrived without warning to Gotham and left it just as fast.

Five minutes go by before Robin takes a step towards. "We should call emergency services."

"I-"

Whatever Nightwing was going to say is cut off by two bright rings of light that burst to life around Mr. Flavor's corpse. They spread over the body, transforming it, until bright neon green eyes snap open and Mr. Flavor's voice rings through the shock silence.

"I live! Ma ha ha ha ha!"

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I thought of a lil prompt that has me cackling which I feel like you'd work your magic on perfectly.

Eddie Munson has a moment in the cafeteria with his very flirty crush where she asks him if he knows what an Australian kiss is. He has no idea and she responds with "It's like a French, but down under". Completely up to you if you think he would short circuit or play it cool (let's be real, probably not).

I'm Australian myself, and lemme tell you it's so funny using this line on people and watching their reaction.

Australian Kiss

One-Shot Request: “Australian Kiss Request”

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

💌 Author’s Note: Big thanks to my Aussie Anony for this cheeky and flirty prompt, you had me cackling the whole way through. Hope it gives you a proper laugh back. 💋

~Pinkie 🍒

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🇦🇺💋Summary: What starts as a normal Hellfire lunch quickly derails when Eddie’s favorite flirt drops a question he never saw coming. Banter, blushing, and total cafeteria chaos follow.

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“Australian Kiss”

The Hellfire Club table was already halfway to collapse, and it wasn’t even fifth period yet.

Gareth and Mike were arguing over initiative rolls loud enough to drown out the lunchroom noise, Jeff was doing one of his famously terrible goblin voices (that no one asked for), and Dustin was mid-speech about how his dice were definitely cursed and not, in fact, a product of his bad decision-making.

Eddie sat at the head of the chaos like a frazzled king whose court refused to be civilized, head in one hand, soda in the other, trying to keep peace in a kingdom full of absolute feral nerds.

“Jeff, I swear to Vecna, if that voice comes out during Friday’s session again, I’m making the mimic eat your character.”

Jeff grinned and replied in the worst shrieking falsetto anyone had ever heard. “But it’s canon now, Ed!”

Eddie slammed his head on the table, not hard. Just enough to suffer visibly.

“I hate this club.”

“You made this club,” Dustin chimed, mouth full of chips.

“Yeah, well, I was young and full of hope.”

Mike leaned across the table. “You were seventeen.”

“Exactly. A different man.”

Despite the groaning and the dramatics, Eddie was grinning, because this was normal. This he could handle. Dice disasters, NPC tantrums, cursed dice and cursed teenagers?

Cakewalk.

The cafeteria doors swung open.

Then you walked in.

And suddenly Eddie was not okay.

You stood in line, got your food and with tray in hand, hair perfect, outfit effortlessly cool, you strutted through the chaos like you owned every eye in the room, and honestly… you probably did.

Eddie’s drink paused halfway to his lips. His brain stuttered like a broken record as you approached, completely derailed by the sway of your hips and the little smirk you wore like a weapon. You weren't even trying.

That was the worst part.

You didn’t need to.

You knew exactly what you were doing, and you were so good at it.

Dustin noticed Eddie freeze and followed his line of sight. He snorted.

“Oh no. Not again.”

Eddie didn’t blink. “Shut up.”

“Dude, you look like you’re gonna pass out.”

“I said shut up, Henderson.”

He tried to play it cool, leaning back in his chair and tossing his hair behind his shoulder with a nonchalance that might’ve worked if his palm wasn’t still smeared with ketchup.

Mike noticed. “Dude, your hand.”

“What? Oh sh-!” Eddie grabbed a napkin and wiped furiously, already panicking.

You were getting closer.

Every step brought you nearer like a countdown to detonation.

By the time you reached the table, Eddie had cleaned his hand, fixed his hair, and was attempting the most casual lean imaginable.

Too bad he looked like he’d just been caught committing a felony.

Your eyes scanned your usual crew of nerdy misfits, and then your gaze landed on Eddie.

There was a pause.

A deliberate pause.

Eddie felt it like a spotlight. His stomach flipped.

He never knew where you were gonna sit until the last possible second, and that somehow made it worse. Every day was a new gamble. A game of emotional roulette where you were both the dealer and the loaded chamber.

Today…

You rounded the table and slid in beside him.

Right beside him.

Your arm brushed his. Your knee bumped his under the table. You didn’t pull away.

Eddie nearly swallowed his tongue.

Jeff raised a brow. Gareth smirked. Dustin grinned like he’d just won a bet with one of the guys.

Eddie desperately tried to look unaffected, adjusting his seat like it didn’t just become the hottest, most dangerous place in the entire cafeteria.

“Hi, Eddie,” you said, calm and casual.

He choked on air. “Hey… yeah- hi.”

Smooth.

Real smooth.

“Real smooth,” you echoed, as though you could hear his thoughts, reaching for a fry from his tray without asking.

He watched it disappear between your lips like it was some sort of black magic. Eddie forgot how to blink.

“You always this jumpy around girls?” you asked, completely unbothered. Like this was casual. Like his brain wasn’t actively melting.

“I… what? No… I mean… depends on the girl-”

You turned to look at him full-on, eyes glinting.

Eddie faltered.

You smiled. “So yes?”

He dragged a hand down his face and groaned into his palm.

Dustin snorted again from across the table. “You’re not even five minutes in, man.”

“I know,” Eddie hissed, glaring daggers at him without making eye contact with you, because looking at you too long felt dangerous.

You leaned back in your seat, cool as a cucumber, sipping your drink like you weren't slowly setting him on fire with nothing but a smile.

“Nice rings,” you murmured suddenly, your voice softer now, just loud enough for him to hear. “They’d look even better if you stopped fidgeting with them so much.”

Eddie froze, hands halfway to adjusting them.

He yanked them off the table like you’d caught him stealing.

“I’m not fidgeting,” he lied, instantly going back to twisting one nervously.

You just smiled again, like you were watching a small animal panic in a glass box.

Like he was adorable.

Like he was yours.

“You know,” you said, tearing a corner off your sandwich like you had all the time in the world, “black really is your color.”

Eddie blinked. Twice. “I- what?”

You nodded at his usual ensemble, black tee, black jeans, black wristband, black soul. “You wear it well. All dark and dramatic. Very tortured artist meets heavy metal cryptid.”

He coughed. Actually coughed. Nearly aspirated on his soda.

Across the table, Dustin was grinning so hard his face looked like it might split open.

“Dude,” he whispered, stage-whisper loud, “you okay?”

Eddie’s leg was bouncing like he had a caffeine addiction and a secret.

“Fine. Totally fine. This is fine.”

“You’re sweating.”

“It’s hot in here.”

“It’s February.”

“She’s sitting next to me, Henderson… anything is possible.”

You tilted your head like you’d heard that last part.

You didn’t comment. Just popped the last bit of bread into your mouth and licked your thumb.

Eddie blacked out for a second.

He managed to collect himself, at least a little. Straightened his spine. Leaned just the tiniest bit closer, one elbow on the table, giving you his signature sideways grin, the one that said I know exactly how much trouble I’m in, and I’m choosing violence anyway.

“Oh, so now you’re complimenting me?” he said, voice low and lazy. “Careful. Keep that up and I might start thinking you like me.”

You didn’t miss a beat. “Who says I don’t?”

He blinked, but recovered quickly, smirk still locked in place.

“Well, damn. Guess I should’ve brought you flowers or somethin’.”

“Nah,” you said, sipping from your drink, eyes glittering. “I like watching you squirm more.”

He laughed, head thrown back, rings clinking as he tapped the table.

“Cruel,” he said. “Absolutely ruthless. I respect it.”

“Good,” you said sweetly. “You’ll need that respect where we’re headed.”

Eddie cocked a brow. “Where are we headed, exactly, sweetheart?”

And that’s when you struck.

No warning. No change in tone. Just that same cool voice with a casual kind of precision that only someone truly dangerous could pull off.

“Hey, Eddie,” you said. “Do you know what an Australian kiss is?”

The whole table fell silent like the air pressure in the room changed.

Eddie blinked once. Twice. “Uh… is it… like, a kiss with an accent?”

You leaned in, resting your chin on your palm, all calm confidence.

“It’s like a French kiss…”

A moment passed.

“…but down under.”

There was another moment of silence. The kind that only happens after something truly unholy is spoken aloud in a sacred place.

Then, Mike choked so hard on his soda he had to clutch his chest.

Jeff let out a wheeze so high-pitched it sounded like a deflating balloon.

Dustin actually fell out of his chair laughing.

Eddie just stared.

Frozen.

A full system reboot.

Eddie.exe has encountered a fatal error.

He opened his mouth.

Nothing came out.

He tried again.

Still nothing.

Finally, like a bad satellite signal returning just barely:

“…What?!”

He knocked his tray sideways trying to sit up straight, nearly launching his burger into orbit.

“Wait…I mean…I just- what??”

His voice cracked so hard it sounded like puberty was staging a comeback.

You just sipped your drink.

All sweet innocence with a wicked glint in your eye.

“Wanna give it a try?”

You winked.

It was over.

Eddie slumped back in his chair like someone had hit him with a tranquilizer dart.

Across the table, Gareth muttered, “God, I wish that were me.”

He immediately got smacked in the face with a plastic spoon.

Eddie still hadn’t moved.

“Did… did she schedule that line?” he asked the ceiling.

Dustin, still on the floor, just wheezed out: “No notes. Just let it happen.”

You stood without ceremony, tray in hand, eyes dragging over Eddie one last time.

“You boys enjoy your lunch,” you said, as if you hadn’t just nuked the table with a single sentence.

You turned and walked off, smooth, unhurried, hips swaying just enough to make Eddie forget what gravity was.

He tracked you like a man in a trance, jaw slack, heart somewhere between his sneakers and the seventh circle of Hell.

“Did she mean that?” he whispered.

No one answered.

“Was that real? Like… did that actually happen? Did I die just now and this is some weird horny afterlife?”

Jeff nodded solemnly. “If this is the afterlife, it’s better than I expected.”

Dustin finally climbed back into his seat and clapped Eddie on the shoulder.

“Dude. She destroyed you and you liked it. Just let it wash over you.”

Eddie blinked slowly.

Then leaned forward and planted both elbows on the table, dropping his forehead into his hands with a groan.

“…I’m gonna need, like, a cold shower and a therapist.”

The lunch bell rang, but Eddie barely noticed.

He spent the next two periods doing exactly zero learning and all obsessing. His leg bounced through English. His pencil snapped in half during History. He walked into a locker on his way out of Biology and apologized to it.

By the time he spotted you in the parking lot, standing in the sun like some kind of goddess in denim and sin, he didn’t think, he just moved.

“Hey!” he called, louder than intended.

You turned.

Smiled like you’d been waiting for him.

“Recovered?” you asked as he approached.

He dragged a hand through his hair and huffed a laugh.

“Barely. I think my soul left my body at lunch. I’ve been in the astral plane ever since.”

You leaned against the hood of your car, arms folded, watching him like he was a curious little science experiment that might explode if poked too hard.

“Y’know,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets, “I haven’t stopped thinking about that stupid line for the past hour.”

“Oh?” Your brow arched.

“I mean… what was that? That was a drive-by, sweetheart. That was… that was illegal.”

You didn’t deny it. Just smiled.

“You looked like you enjoyed it.”

“I didn’t not enjoy it,” he muttered. “I just… look, I like flirting. I do flirting. But you? You’re like some kind of flirty assassin. You’ve got moves I didn’t know existed. You’re terrifying.”

You stepped a little closer. Just enough to make his breath catch.

“I know,” you said softly.

You tilted your head, watching him spiral.

Then smiled.

Not wicked this time. Not teasing.

Soft. Just a little.

“I like how flustered you get,” you said, voice gentle but edged with amusement. “It’s cute.”

He blinked. “What?”

“You blush so easily. It’s adorable.”

Eddie scoffed, tried to recover with bravado, but it came out more like a squeak. “I don’t blush.”

You grinned. “You’re blushing right now.”

“No I’m not-”

“Eddie,” you said, stepping even closer, close enough that he could smell your perfume, something warm and summery and dangerous.

He swallowed hard.

“You’ve been blushing since I sat next to you at lunch.”

He opened his mouth.

Closed it again.

You leaned in.

Lips barely brushed his ear.

Low and lethal:

“Maybe I’ll show you what an Australian kiss really means…”

Breathless pause.

“…someday soon.”

Then you turned, slid into your car, shut the door, and drove off like you hadn’t just committed a crime.

Eddie stood there.

Completely still.

Absolutely cooked.

His eyes were wide, his hands limp at his sides, brain doing figure-eights.

“Someday,” he whispered. “Soon??”

He turned in a circle like he’d lost his keys.

“But when though? Like… how soon is soon? Tomorrow? Next week? Is this a countdown? Do I need to prep?” He called out as though you could still hear him.

He grabbed the nearest solid object, his van, and leaned his forehead against it.

“M’gonna need a cold shower,” he muttered. “And a holy symbol. And possibly an exorcism.”

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au where stiles works for a “pranks for hire” company, which was supposed to be perfect for his personality with its “spontaneous creative challenges” which are actually just incredibly stressful brick walls he gets to pick a way to run into, and “fun, laid-back workplace environment” which is actually just exhausting and actively eroding the last ounces of joy in his soul. at this point he’s completely emotionally checked out, but he can’t quit because student loans are a thing he inexplicably thought wouldn’t be a horrific looming nightmare for the rest of his life. his degree’s also actually useless, because after dad’s health scare stiles forgot how to concentrate on anything and basically failed out without actually failing. so, yeah, he’s an expert in bullshitting the right-ish enough answer to pass without actually learning anything. story of his life. 

the new guy he’s being sent to bully is possibly the gloomiest person in the entire world. it’s almost impressive how dour he is. like, before stiles’ brand of mayhem even slightly disrupted his life, he’s already angry about it somehow. like, intuitively. 

and, fuck this. stiles hates this fucking job, where he’s supposed to like—scale this guy’s wall, and sneak on to his porch, and ambush him and give him a heart attack. then: surprise! you’re on candid camera! want a photo? no, no, don’t kill me, keith set this up! keith, he’s like—he’s really worried about you. 

all so dourface can go, like, get off my lawn. and stiles can nod, like, hated again, that seems fair. sorry to ruin your day like this. you probably had a meal you were gonna heat up, you were gonna watch a movie. now you’re gonna shut your door and spend thirty minutes just getting your breath back. just going, what the fuck is wrong with people?

so. fun. stiles can totally see why people thought he was cut out for this! and it’s because they thought he was a psychopath. 

but that’s the claim, right, he’s not restricted to anything. he has freedom! to brainstorm creative solutions. 

the actual assignment, this time, is: play a stalker. hidden notes, weird calls. it’s gonna be so funny, dude.

dourface looks like he’s never had fun in his life. 

but, fine. notes, stiles can do notes. make it like, a game, kind of, make it interesting. or not mind-numbingly boring, at least. 

derek’s still a werewolf in this. and stiles startles him, and he wolfs out.

“holy shit,” stiles says. 

he's kind of paralyzed. kind of—not having a reaction at all.

“sorry, does your face just do this?” he says. “wait. have you looked like this the whole time?”

his eyes are just failing him, maybe. or maybe he’s going insane. 

delusions, right? visual, like, imaginings…

the guy’s just looking at him. his face settling back into a face again. 

the way you’d expect a face to be.

“sorry,” stiles says, and rubs his eye. “um, i think i’m going insane.”

the guy smiles at him. all teeth. 

“i don’t think you are.”

it’s almost a threat. except it’s not really threatening.

“um, thank you?” stiles says. “i think. for the vote of confidence in my sanity. really… really reasurring.” 

he rubs at his eye again. 

“and look at you and your totally normal face,” he says. “your too-attractive, not remotely monstrous visage. have you pissed off any witches lately? maybe, not letting them inside your father’s castle, i don’t know. and now you’re cursed if you don’t find your true love?”

the guy sighs.

“why are you in my house.” 

“right, right,” stiles says. “um, i was hired to prank you.”

“to prank me,” derek says.

“yup,” stiles says. “never do this job. i hate it. you think people are gonna be happy, and like, laughing all the time, but no. because it’s never funny, and they just think you’re a psychopath. what do you do?”

“what?”

“for work. what do you do,” stiles says. “might wanna look into it.”

derek laughs. “you wouldn’t.” 

“hitman,” stiles guesses. “killer of fun. lab rat.” derek stops laughing. “really?”

“it’s complicated.”

“it’s complicated,” stiles says. “is that why you’re, you know…” gesturing all around his face.

derek snorts. “no.”

“no,” stiles says. “so that’s just a complete coincidence.”

“not exactly.”

“not exactly,” stiles says. “so it’s like—an experiment gone wrong. wait, no.” snapping his fingers. “freak accident. and now you’re like, being studied to see how it happened.”

but derek’s back to especially grim. “oh my god. really?”

nothing from derek, or the stone statue that replaced him. “holy shit. that’s so fucked, dude.”

“still want my job?” derek says. 

“no,” stiles says. “maybe. is there an opening?”

derek looks at him.

“as like, a lab tech or something.”

“because you have the degree for that.”

“i don’t know, i could get it.” stiles throws his hands up. “i don’t know, dude, i’m desperate. secretary?”

“you’re serious,” derek says.

“very much so,” stiles says. “what, you think i wanna be pulling pranks for the rest of my life? hobbling around, scaring the shit out of teenagers.”

“what are you, like sixteen?”

“twenty-five,” stiles says, pulling himself up to his full height. “but thanks so much.”

“you’re wearing two hoodies and a disney sweatshirt.”

“i’m cold,” stiles says. “and my niece made that for me. it’s anna.”

derek looks at him. 

“from Frozen,” stiles says.

“i know what it’s from.” 

“okay, you seemed confused about it.” 

“that’s not what i’m confused about,” derek says.

he hesitates, and—it happens again.

“okay, wow,” stiles says. “i’m not crazy.”

“don’t count on it,” wolf-derek says. it’s a little muffled, because of the teeth. 

fangs, really. 

“look at those things,” stiles says vaguely. “are they sharp? i bet they’re so sharp.”

tilting his head, considering.

“actually, i bet they’re purely decorative,” he says. “like those horns some people get. or elf ears.”

“they’re not like elf ears.”

“no, no,” stiles agrees. “cat ears. catboy.”

derek lets out a huge sigh. 

“so dramatic,” stiles says. 

“you really don’t care about this.”

“that you’re a furry?” stiles says. derek sighs again. “not really. cool mods, though.”

“they’re not—” derek gives up. “are you gonna be coming back?”

“why?” stiles says. “do you want me to?”

he has to, anyway. still his job, no matter how lame it is.

how truly, completely unfunny.

“hi again,” stiles says. “um, i’m stalking you.”

he holds out the note. in cut-out magazine letters, it says, CREEPY MESSAGE! 

“i’m going for a kind of meta thing,” stiles says. “creative interpretation of the assignment.”

“someone assigned this to you?” derek says.

“yup, same job,” stiles says. “still sucks, by the way.” 

“were you tortured for six hours?” derek says.

“um, no,” stiles says. “maybe metaphorically? what are we talking about, ‘torture’?”

“forget it,” derek says. 

“no, no,” stiles says. “are you actually wolverine?”

derek rolls his eyes.

“well it’s a pleasure, as always,” stiles says. checking his watch. “looks like i’m gonna have to bully someone else soon.”

“already?”

“already,” stiles confirms. “believe it or not, i do not get paid to prank you and you alone. partners, roommates… old college buddies, exes. we do ‘em all.”

“exes,” derek says.

“yeah, why?” stiles says. “is that who’s pranking you?“

“you don’t know?”

“hey, i’m just the messenger,” stiles says. “the burnt out, deeply disinterested… you don’t need to know that. i’m so happy to be here, dude.”

“funny,” derek says. 

“i’m, like… this is my favorite job in the world,” stiles says. “i’m so lucky.”

“i get it.”

“dream job,” stiles says. “i know you’re so jealous.”

“do i need to explain what torture means?” 

“yes,” stiles says. “i have no idea, and i’d like to know how concerned to be. how illegal is this whole lab thing?”

derek shrugs.

“semi-illegal,” stiles says. “undocumented.”

derek shrugs again.

“is it government?” stiles says. “or, like, private company. or military.” considering. “or like, one guy in a lab coat, probing you.”

“very funny.”

“yep, i regretted that immediately,” stiles says. “so tasteless. and like, downplaying… what that actually means.”

“it’s not that,” derek says.

“well, that’s something,” stiles says. “always a silver lining. so, what is it?”

“well, there’s a basement—”

“oof,” stiles says. “nothing good happens in a basement. good science? no fucking way.” looking at him. “a basement of what, exactly?”

“a house,” derek says.

“a house,” stiles says. “you get tested on private property? no way you don’t end up dead.” 

“thanks for that.”

“in a basement,” stiles says. “yeah, this is nightmare fuel.” he brightens up, then. “can i come?”

“what?” derek says. 

“to like, observe,” stiles says. “as an observer. objective… peer review.” 

derek laughs. “good luck with that.”

“well you can get me in, you’re the testee,” stiles says. “the test subject. the main event.”

derek rolls his eyes.

“patient x,” stiles says. “patient zero.”

“they’re not making more of me.” 

“why not?” stiles says. “‘s not good for dogs to be lonely.”

derek rolls his eyes. “i’m not a dog.”

“or whatever,” stiles says. “cat-guys. no, their ears are pointy. what happens to your ears?”

“nothing,” derek says.

“i don’t believe you,” stiles says. “there was definitely… hair, or something. that wasn’t there before.” tilting his head, squinting. “or something changed shape…”

“take it easy.”

“sorry, sorry,” stiles says. “i just need, like, before and after pictures. for my Find-The-Difference brain.”

“spot the difference,” derek says.

“what?”

“it was Spot The Difference,” derek says. “in those magazines.”

“highlights,” stiles says, and derek nods. “yeah. good catch! anyway, i need that. just to, fully… like, appreciate what’s happening. when it happens.”

“i can’t take photos,” derek says.

“shut up,” stiles says. “like a vampire?”

“not like a vampire,” derek says. “my eyes flare.”

“like, red eye,” stiles says, and derek grabs his phone from his hand.

“whoa, hey!”

snaps a picture.

“whoa,” stiles says, staring at it. “laser eyes. okay.” 

derek snorts. “they’re not laser eyes.” 

“well i don’t know, what do you call them?”

derek looks at him. “there isn’t a name.” 

“just like, built in instagram filter,” stiles says. “built in bokeh effect.”

“you’re overthinking this.”

“i’m underthinking this,” stiles says. “i’m thinking about this the normal amount. how’s your vision?” 

derek scoffs. “better than yours.”

“i’m gonna start writing the stalker messages from over there,” stiles says. “‘BOO!’ in microscopic letters. long-distance startled.”

derek nods. “you do that.” 

“i will!” stiles says. “aw, man. i have to think about this.” 

silly string, something. or shaving cream, or tied-together balloons. 

“i’ll think of something,” he says. “it’s gonna be awesome.”

“and terrifying, of course,” derek says. finally taking stiles’ stalker note, tucking it in his jacket.

“oh yeah,” stiles says. trying to swallow down the sudden warm feeling. “that too.”

[feelfreetopleasemexo]

Fluffy little piece with mild angst. I just love amajiki okay

My first kiss should’ve been with you.

“Omg y/n GUESS WHAT?! AMAJIKI HAS A DATE! WITH A REAL GIRL! She just asked him out, I mean….he passed out on me and I had to hold him up and help him nod yes, but it still counts!!”

The words that spilled from the beaming ray of sunshine that was the proud mirio, were meant to be good news. You should’ve been happy. You should’ve been proud and excited, just like Mirio, but you weren’t. As soon as the words came out of him, it was as if he had just injected you with pure venom straight into your bloodstream, causing every inch of you skin to tighten and burn. You could feel the tears stinging your eyes as they crept up, as you desperately tried your best to wear a gentle and genuine smile. It almost physically hurt you to pretend to be happy for him, to smile through the pain as if your mind wasnt violently screaming for you to break down right there and then. He could see a slight pinch in your eye as you smiled back at him, causing his own gleeful expression to falter slightly.

“Everything alright? Thought you’d be excited for him…”

“Oh! I am, I really am! He deserves a nice girl to take notice of him, finally! Is he okay, I take it hes hiding in a bathroom stall hyper ventilating right now? Might wanna go make sure hes actually still alive in there…”

Mirio crinkled his eyebrows ever so slightly and tilted his head towards you, realising your pokerface but not wanting to pry, he nodded and turned tail resuming his running back towards the toilets, shouting back that hed catch up with you later on. As soon as he had turned the corner, your legs gave out and you toppled to the floor, clutching your chest as if that would give you any relief from the crushing pressure that forced you down. You had no right to feel this way, time and time again you had pushed your feelings for him down, certain that he’d never feel the same about you, so why did the feeling of pushing them down now only force them to the surface with even more force?! You felt sick, disgusted with yourself and the mental image of someone else sharing his first kiss, his first embrace, his first….

You didn’t speak to anyone for three days after finding out about his date. You held yourself captive in your dorm, phone firmly switched off, an email being sent declaring your sudden mysterious illness to your teachers, and a note hanging from the other side of your door that simply read ‘do not knock.’ Apparently Mirio couldnt read, because he knocked on your door everyday, a constant stream of questions bombarding your door asking if you needed anything, if recovery girl was needed, and if you actually secretly hated everyone (Amajiki was stood next to him, asking him to mention the last one). All of which you ignored, stuffing your head deeper into your pillow as tears stained both you and the pillowcase. Your heart hurt, your stomach felt sick and your mind wouldnt stop torturing you, it was hell on earth, but you knew deep down it could only last another day, maybe two, before you had to return to civilisation and continue as if nothing was breaking inside of you.

The day you returned to class, Mirio and Amajiki both bolted from their chairs, running straight to you and nearly knocking you over with the sheer force of their concerns. They both hounded you with questions, quizzing you on your illness and assuring you that they had extras of all notes and homework so you wouldn’t fall behind. You knew Mirio would be excited to see you, that boy got excited everytime a butterfly passed the window, but seeing amajiki push his anxieties to the side to run to you and search your face for potential injuries made your heart sting even more. You assured them both you were fine, that the medication recovery girl has supposedly given you had worked and that you just needed rest, so although you may be slightly fragile still, you promised you were back for good. Both of them sighed with relief at your confession, Mirio giving you a firm but gentle squeeze and amajiki nodding snd smiling at you, eyes never faulting from yours.

The next couple of days were hard, you had been more reserved than usual and your best friends didnt waste a second on quizzing you again as to why. ‘Are you still sick, do you need anything, do you want some fresh air,’ their worries were sweet, but the more you looked at amajiki trying to tend to you, the more your soul screamed the reminder of his new girlfriend, and how happy they must be together. After your rebuttal to them taking care of you, and your stubbornness at the fact you just needed space, the conversation quickly turned between them to amajikis date.

“So, how did it go last night?! Tell me everything, where did you take her, how far did you get, do you have another date lined up?!” Mirios voice was so unapologetically cheerful, he was beyond proud of his anxiety laced best friend getting asked out that he couldnt help but feel like a proud father. Your body tensed at the questions, desperately wishing you could escape your seat and dissipate into the air.

“Um, yeah, it was….nice. We went for a walk around the park. Saw some ducks. She er, tried to hold my hand but I got too anxious and smacked her away..she laughed though so I think it was okay. I think she wanted me to kiss her at the end but I ended up just running away back to my dorm and having a panic attack in the bath instead. She wants to go out again tomorrow night, but I don’t know. Im scared.”

The lump in your stomach felt heavy, angry. You were glad they didn’t kiss, but still furiously depressed and emotional at the fact that she got to take his date virginity, and at the fact that he wasn’t immediately repulsed by her, screaming that he actually loved you and ran to you to carry you off into the night. The pout on your face gave away your displeased emotion at the conversation.

“Hey don’t worry about it! Im sure next time will be a lot of fun, why don’t you take her to your favourite spot? Watch the stars together or something so it’s all romantic and quiet?”

“NO YOU CANT!” You didnt mean to shout, you didn’t even mean to respond. Your voice cracked before you could realise, stunning both the guys at the sheer volume of your voice. They looked at each other then back at you, Mirio raising an eye at you as you tried to continue. “Thats er, our place. You can’t take a date to a best friends favourite place thats just weird, right….why not to the museum? It’s quiet, no people, and means you can even compliment her and say Shes just like one of the exhibitions…I guess.” Fuck.

He nodded and smiled at you weakly, concern and appreciation lacing his face as he tried to figure out what was going on with you. Mirio exclaimed that your idea was infinitely better than his and that Amajiki absolutely had to do that for his next date. Eventually the bell rang which released you all to lunch, and as soon as you all exited your classroom, the girl that had asked amajiki out was stood, bright eyed and smiling, waiting for him across the hallway. As soon as she spotted his lowly hung head and violet hair she squealed and ran towards him, arms wide as she sprung herself onto him and embraced him, arms around his neck and pressing her stupidly voluptuous body onto his. His eyes widened as he lay his arms by his sides, letting the young girl embrace him and squeeze him, as he tried not to violently shake from his anxiety. As soon as she let go, she took a deep breath in with her eyes closed, smiled widely then planted a kiss directly onto his lips.

The whole ordeal was probably around 3-4 seconds in total, but as you watched it unravel infront of you, it felt like an eternity. It felt like her lips had pressed onto his for hours as both their hearts entwined and vowed to fall more inlove with each other with each passing day. You couldnt help your mouth from slacking open, your tears from forming and your heart from almost audibly breaking as you instantly clung to mirios arm in disbelief. Your own worst nightmare was being played out a mere 6 inches from your face,and all you could do was stand and stare at it. As soon as her lips connected to his, he pushed her away. His shaking intensified as he tried his best to compose himself, telling her that not only was it inappropriate to kiss on school grounds, but that if any teachers had seen either of them kissing that theyd both get serious detentions. His words were muffled by the sound of your heartbeat in your ears, you couldnt stand it any longer. You squeezed past the group of people that had formed around the both of them now as the tears laced your face, and your feet carried you straight to your dorm, ignoring mirios loud questioning as to where you were running off to.

You slammed your door shut, clutching your chest as you slide down it, loudly sobbing into your hands, cursing out any and all gods for forcing you to witness such deprived and out right cruel torture. After a few moments, you heard a knock at your door, almost deafened by the sounds of your cries as you lifted your head and sniffled back the tears.

“Go away Mirio, i dont want to talk right now.”

Another knock

“I SAID GO AWAY…”

“It’s not Mirio, it’s erm, me.” Amajikis voice was quiet, shakey and nervous. Your heart skipped as you heard him, confused as to whether you were happy to hear from him or not. You sat in silence waiting for him to speak again.

“Why..Why did you run away? I needed your help back there i was….kinda freaking out.”

“Why are you here right now amajiki? Shouldn’t you be sucking face with that girl…”

“I don’t want to be…doing that with her. I er, kind of told her to….leave me alone.”

Your silence only spurred him to keep on nervously rambling.

“I don’t want a girl like that….i dont want to feel awkward and anxious around someone im supposed to…love. I don’t want someone to attack me with kisses, I want someone who understands that I need time. Time to prepare for things, time to adjust myself to….i just, I want someone like …you. Someone who understands that when I’m nervous i just need a hand to hold. That when I’m having a panic attack i need an ice cube to bite and a stupid dad joke to take my mind off things. Someone who’ll look at the butterflies with me, and not laugh at me when i scream cause one landed on me. I want a best friend, I want someone like you. No. I want…”

You slowly opened the door to him, eyes burning as your gaze met his. He was shaking, had had his head pressed against your door and hood pulled up to cover his face as he was confessing his feelings to you. As soon as he saw you open your door, he lunged for you and embraced you in a tight hug, tears free flowing down his own face. As he cuddled you tightly, you found your own arms squeezing him back, driving your face into the crook of his neck as you loudly let the sobs echo into him. After the embrace he pulled back slightly and cradled your face, placing his forehead to yours as he tried to confess further feelings to you, only for his throat to be hoarse from all the crying.

“Jiki, i….im sorry id didnt tell you sooner. Please forgive me,I just couldn’t handle the thought of you not wanting me back, and then….hearing you had a date and my chance had gone i just…I lost it. Then seeing her…kiss you…i just….”

He gently brought your face closer to his as he tried to hold back his tears, bringing your lips to his as he tenderly let them connect.

“This should’ve been my first kiss. With you. Ive loved you since the day I met you. I always have, and I think….i always will. Please y/n, let all my other firsts be with the person they should be with. You.”

[enzossweetheart]

Hiii, can you do a Draco x Reader where they hate each other but with the time they fall in love?

First Place, Second Chances

Pairing: Academic Rival!Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: Kissing

Authors note: Sorry this took so long. I accidentally deleted the first draft and the one I rewrote I kinda hate :(

You knew he was in the library the second you walked in.

Not because you saw him—though he always picked the same table, far back near the window—but because the air felt charged. Competitive. Annoying.

“Your quill’s too loud,” you muttered as you passed him.

Draco Malfoy didn’t look up. “Maybe your ears are too sensitive.”

You dropped your books into the seat across from him, letting the slam echo.

He finally glanced at you. “Charming as ever.”

You didn’t respond, already pulling out your notes. You told yourself it wasn’t because his voice sounded lower now. Or because his jaw looked sharper in the firelight.

No. This was a war, and he was the battlefield.

You’d both clawed your way to the top of every class since third year. If you earned an 89, he earned a 90. If he scored top marks on a paper, you’d rewrite yours for extra credit. You swore the only reason he even turned in half his assignments was because he refused to let you outpace him.

He was a snake in pressed robes and perfect posture. And he knew how to push every single one of your buttons.

But this year was different.

Eighth Year meant fewer students, quieter halls, and the aftershock of war that still lingered in the stone. Everything felt heavier—except him. Draco had changed, subtly. Less cruel, more closed-off. Still insufferably brilliant.

And still always at your table.

⸻

Two weeks into term, Professor Sinistra announced the Astronomy final: a duo thesis on interstellar magical alignments.

“Partners will be chosen based on academic compatibility,” she said, eyes flicking between you and Draco like she was enjoying this.

When your names were read out together, you nearly choked.

“Oh, fantastic,” Draco muttered. “At least we’ll fail spectacularly.”

You glared. “Speak for yourself.”

⸻

You met in the Astronomy Tower that night.

Draco arrived five minutes late and brought hot cocoa, which you pretended not to appreciate.

“So,” you said, opening your notes, “how do you want to split the work?”

“We could divide it by lunar phases,” he offered.

You paused. “That’s… not a terrible idea.”

He smirked. “Try not to sound so shocked.”

You scowled. “I’m only shocked you know what teamwork means.”

“Hard not to when I’ve been competing with you for five bloody years.”

You looked up. His voice wasn’t biting. It was almost… admiring.

“Why do you even care so much about beating me?” you asked.

He shrugged, turning toward the open window. “Because if I wasn’t chasing you, I wouldn’t have tried at all.”

The quiet that followed was startling.

“Draco,” you said slowly, “have you ever thought that maybe we weren’t just rivals?”

He didn’t answer. Just stared at the stars.

Then, softly: “I thought about it every time you rolled your eyes and sat beside me anyway.”

You swallowed. “And I thought about it every time you corrected my footnotes just to start an argument.”

He turned to you then, and for once, his eyes weren’t cold or calculating. They were tired. And hopeful.

“I was awful to you,” he said. “Before.”

You nodded. “And I was awful right back.”

His hand brushed yours over the parchment. It wasn’t an accident.

You didn’t move it.

“Do you think,” he murmured, “we could stop fighting?”

You looked at him fully now. Really looked. The Draco who sat across from you wasn’t the boy from your third-year nightmares — he wasn’t all smirks and sneers and perfect scores. He was trying. And he was waiting. For you.

“I don’t think we were ever really fighting,” you said quietly. “I think we were waiting.”

“For what?”

You smiled. “For this.”

You leaned in first — just a few inches, just enough to let him meet you in the middle. And he did.

The kiss was nothing like you expected. Not rushed, not harsh, not angry. Just… soft. Steady. Careful, like you might vanish if he wasn’t gentle enough.

His hand cupped your cheek before he pulled back, eyes slightly wide, breath a little uneven.

“Well,” he whispered, smirking faintly, “I’d say that settles the score.”

You raised a brow. “What score?”

Draco leaned in again, just enough that your noses brushed. “Exactly.”

And then he kissed you again.

[satosugusthirdwheel]

shouta aizawa husband

Husband!Shouta loves you with all his heart. But he's not the type for big dramatic declarations or huge shows of affection. He's very much a quiet lover. But he'll do small things for you. Refilling your favorite snacks, helping you cook, massages, personal attention, napping together. His love is appreciative, reverent and deep. It scared him to let you get close at first, but now hes so comfortable with you, and quietly treats you like you're precious to him.

Husband!Shouta will spend a lot of time sleeping in his free time. If you walk by the bed when he's getting ready for a nap he'll pull you onto the bed, forcing you to join him. Sometimes he'll even squeeze you into his sleeping bag. "There. Now you'll have to rest with me." He'll say, already dozing off.

Husband! Shouta talks to you about his students. You always listen, noticing the way he softens slightly. He won't outright say that he loves them, but you know he does.

Husband!Shouta hates when people interrupt his naps. They always ruin his dreams or his peace. But you're the exception. When you wake up him up, first he scowls out of instinct, but when he sees your face he sighs and smiles ever so slightly "Mornin" he'll mumble, the sight of your face, happy and safe is better than any dream he could have.

Husband!Shouta will let you climb onto his lap, or sit with him, even if he's busy. Whenever you want. Sometimes he has to ask you to give him some quiet to think, but you still rest your head on his lap or shoulder. Sometimes you help him grade papers, other times you just massage his shoulders. If you're lucky, he'll let you brush and braid his hair while he works, or pull it back into a hair tie for him.

Husband!Shouta gets mad when you put yourself in danger. He hates it. It worries him, and he expects you to be more rational and not take unnecessary risks. He'll scold you, but then hug you, inhaling your scent and telling you "I'm glad you're okay. I can't lose you. Don't ever do that to me again" You'll hold him close saying "I'm here, I'm safe." (If you get hurt, he'll help you train to improve on whatever you need to, he loves training with you so he knows you're safe from danger) You hate worrying him, knowing the things he's been through. You make an effort to be more careful for his sake

Husband!Shouta forgets to take care of himself, which is why you try to step up. He'll try to get away with just eating one of his little jelly packets for breakfast and you'll roll your eyes. "Nuh uh, you're too busy to skip a good breakfast" You say, and he can't even pretend to be angry. "If you say so, baby. You're good to me" He'll reply, sitting down to eat. You'll bring him lunch, or send him with food. You make sure he eats dinner. He'll do the same for you, texting you when he eats his lunch. "I'm eating. You better eat, too" he'll send.

Husband!Shouta never leaves the house without kissing your head, often absentmindedly stroking your hair a little as he does. He knows that life is fleeting, and he won't let a day pass where he doesn't kiss you before leaving. He doesn't make a show of it, just gently leans in. Sometimes you're asleep, but he kisses you anyway.

Husband!Shouta buys cute things that remind him of you. Things you've seen that you like. He'll give them to you with a casual "Thought of you today, baby"

Husband!Shouta who isn't afraid to defend you in every scenario. Creepy guy on the street? Here comes your scary husband with a death glare. However, this also means when you put yourself in danger, forget to eat, overwork yourself, you'll also be met with the death glare. He has to protect his baby, even if it's from themself.

Husband!Shouta loves you like an expensive housecat. He wants your life to be easy. He lets you climb all over him, you nap together, he strokes your hair, your back, basically all over. He often finds you curled up next to him and whispers "like a little kitty cat.." he thinks you're adorable. And the fact that you like to nap with him? Perfect.

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((Authors note: loved writing aizawa againnnnn my husband. He's perfect. I need him neowww. Anyway, hope you enjoyed. Thank you for reading♥️))

[wormchaser]

you are complaining about complaining too much while complaining about the fact that maybe people dont like you because you complain too much while complaining about being alone. just stop complaining and do something about it. talk to people. reach out. dont just wait for someone to come to you first.

i have tried reaching out to different people in the past year or so but it never works. i understand its my own fault for letting relationships decay because of my own insecurities and issues but that doesn't mean i can just will myself to think or believe different things about myself. it's a self fulfilling prophecy ; i think people don't like me so i don't reach out so people don't like me etc . i am sure you do not want to hear me list all the things i want to say in response so i will put them in the tags.

[the-somwthing]

…

[altruistic-meme]

ah. Hm. don't like THAT.

[telephoniii]

REALLY…HIM?

☆彡 in which professor trein judges your relationship with the NRC boys

NRC boys x Reader (minus Ortho)

Word Counter: 3K

Warnings: Reader is Prefect, Trein is your father figure, established relationship, possible OOC

A/N: life’s getting pretty hectic so i’m sorry if my upload schedule slows down. i hope you enjoy :>

ace trappola

Can’t say he’s surprised, just disappointed. It makes sense; he was one of your first friends. However, that doesn’t make him any less troublesome. Despite being a first-year, Ace is one of the biggest slackers and troublemakers on campus— much to Trein’s dismay. His main worry is that Ace will poorly influence you. He’s already seeing it with the two of you getting a crazy amount of detentions and scoldings for unthinkable reasons. You’ve got it rough already being from another world, you don’t need a devil on your shoulder convincing you to get into all kinds of trouble. It’s a real shame said devil is your boyfriend. He’ll allow the relationship and all will seem swell. Little do you know that he pulled Ace aside and had a long chat.

deuce spade

A fine pick; Trein is neither severely impressed nor disappointed. He doesn’t think Deuce is too bad, but he believes you could do better. Deuce will need to somehow prove himself to Trein. On the outside, Trein looks like he absolutely hates his guts. His eyes are always staring at Deuce with this sharp look and it gets the card soldier real nervous real fast. In reality, it’s just Trein keeping a closer eye on him + his RBF. He’s relatively neutral on the first year, yet Deuce is fully convinced that his professor wants to set him on fire.

cater diamond

Trein is very annoyed with your choice. He doesn’t like Cater’s social media addiction and would much rather have you hit the books than scrolling through Magicam. Not to mention, he feels as though something about Cater’s happy-go-lucky attitude is a facade, and doesn’t trust him around you. Cater finds Trein scary, but he’s not as intimidated as Deuce. As he does with Ace, Trein takes Cater to have a talk, and—surprisingly— his opinions on the third year improve. He doesn’t fully like him, but he’ll tolerate Cater more so than beforehand. Cater also offers to help Trein make a social media account; it’s cute yet chaotic all the same watching them bond.

trey clover

Before Trein can form a solid thought on Trey, the vice housewarden is subtly trying to win his favor. Trey knows how about his father-like connection to you and immediately shapes up. He gifts Trein different pastries and learns which ones he’s partial to. What really wins the professor over is when Trey starts volunteering to help clean his classroom after class. Trein won’t even know the two of you are already together and he’ll make comments around you like, “That Clover boy is real nice…” Needless to say, Trein approves of Trey long before he finds out you both are in a relationship.

riddle rosehearts

Trein immediately scowls when he hears the news of your relationship. You’d think he’d approve due to Riddle’s intellect and dutiful behavior. Admittedly, Trein does like that about Riddle. But he despises the boy’s bursts of anger, finding them childish and unfitting for a future mage. He’s seen the housewarden go berserk on one too many students and doesn’t trust he won’t do the same to you. Trein doesn’t want you walking on eggshells around your own partner. This is another one who’ll have to prove themselves to Trein. Riddle will be upset when he hears of Trein’s low opinion of him, but gets a surge of motivation to convince him otherwise. You’ll find Riddle working even harder on his studies than before you didn’t even think that was possible in hopes of gaining Trein’s favor. He’ll eventually get it. I imagine that Riddle does some small, heroic deed for you that really shows his love, and Trein just so happens to be passing by and sees it. Once your unofficial official father in Twisted Wonderland gets along with Riddle, expect to be nagged about missing assignments and homework a WHOLE LOT.

jack howl

Similar to Trey, he immediately knows about your bond with Trein. Instead of trying to win over the professor, Jack takes a more blunt approach. He goes straight to his desk after class and tells him about your relationship, being upfront about his feelings towards you. Trein respects it. He thinks that Jack has more guts than most on campus and trusts him to protect you. He’s quite supportive of the relationship, acting as a mentor for the both of you. You can catch him watching the two of you with a tiny smile, murmuring something along the lines of, “Young love.” The two of you remind him of his own marriage with his late wife. It makes him sentimental in a way.

ruggie bucchi

A BIG 180 FROM JACK. Trein thinks this guy is sleazy. Ruggie couldn’t care less in the beginning, finding it funny to practically hang off your shoulder while Trein stared daggers into him. Then it started to seep in that it may or may not be important to get Trein’s approval for a long-term relationship with you. That’s when he gets his act together and completely starts sucking up to Trein. He’ll help out with paperwork, errands, cleaning up, etc! All for free! much to his dismay All Ruggie asks for in return is Trein’s support for your relationship. He catches Trein by surprise with how well his work ethic is. The lengths the hyena goes to for you ends up leaving the professor impressed.

leona kingscholar

Professor Trein is both surprised and disappointed. Now how did this happen? He didn't think Kingscholar was capable of being nice to anyone, let alone get into a whole relationship. Well, he bugs you to tell your boyfriend to start showing up to class. He’s not exactly happy with you dating a huge slacker like him, but Trein knows that Leona is a smart boy. Brash and not his first pick, sure, but he wouldn’t play with your heart or rope you into anything stupid. He trusts Kingscholar to protect you. But if he starts seeing you begin to skip class— which is going to happen, Leona’s going to make you do it at least once— he’ll pull YOU aside and give you an earful. Tough love, unfortunately.

floyd leech

Hell no. All the red blaring flags. Now why would you go and do that? Really? Out of EVERYONE? You bet your bottoms Trein is actively speaking out against your relationship every single time he sees you. He doesn't even want to try to talk to Floyd. Trein is convinced you are addicted to getting in trouble and lets out the biggest old man sigh. Is there any way Floyd can win the professor’s favor? Probably not. And if there was a way, would Floyd even do it? Big fat no. Floyd thinks it is hilarious that Professor Trein disapproves, upping his affections around him with that toothy grin of his. And if you guys have a class together that Trein teaches? Chaos. Expect a lot of paper balls to be thrown at you.

jade leech

“Are you okay??” Is the first thing Trein asks when you tell him you and Jade are in a relationship. Doesn't exactly trust the boy, but Jade tends to behave around him. The professor has always seen him being picture-perfect whenever he’s around which is 100% suspicious, but Trein doesn't have any solid reasons to disapprove. Jade, like his brother, finds the whole situation very amusing. He’s always figuring out new ways to appear like the ‘ideal boyfriend’ to Trein. If he ever talks to the professor he’ll slip in a comment like, “I never disappoint, trust me” and it makes Trein distrust him even more.

azul ashengrotto

Now what bet did you lose for this to have happened? At least Ashengrotto is a star student, you need to hang out around more of those in his opinion. After confirming that, “No, no bet was lost,” and “No, he’s not paying for my love,” Trein was pretty alright with it. The Monstro Lounge is a student-ran organization, it's clear from that the young boy is capable and responsible. He just keeps a very, very close eye on you two. The last thing Trein wants is for Azul to take advantage of you since— knowing him— he seems like the type to do so. Expect frequent questions of “How’s your relationship going?” and “He’s treating you right, right?” Azul is going to get asked to stay after class to talk. Trein then proceeds to threaten lecture him on how to properly treat your lover. He just wants to make sure you don't get wrapped up in one of those contracts he’s heard about. Azul has quite the track record.

kalim al asim

Automatically assumes you’re dating him for the money and begins to ramble about how you should marry for love. Tells you about his late wife and how much he loved her— it is so sweet I'm actually crying. That's the kind of love he wants you to have. You’ve got to reassure him that, “Yes, my certified father figure, I do love him very much and I’m not just in it for the money.” After that talk, he finds the relationship sweet but kind of concerning. Kalim is a nice boy but severely naive and, frankly, incompetent. Trein starts to go a little harder on Kalim in class, not that he was going easy anyway. He scrutinizes the essays he turns in and chastises him for missing an assignment. As he watches you kiss Kalim on the cheek after getting an A, Trein can only sigh and think, “He’s lucky he’s rich.”

jamil viper

Trein’s pretty okay with him. He’s a level-headed guy with passable grades and the title of a vice housewarden. However, the professor did hear about his Overblot and does think that there's more beneath the surface. He doesn't judge him for his Overblot, no. But Trein does keep a closer eye on him to make sure he isn't scheming anything involving you. The professor also tries to push him to do better academically. He’s heard from you about how smart Jamil truly is and can see his potential, so he tries to get him to stop holding back. Jamil is a little appreciative of it and respects Trein as your father figure, but still isn't a fan of sticking out. Nor does he plan on giving into Trein’s attempts.

epel felmier

Is fine with the relationship at first. He was polite, soft-spoken, and a part of Pomfiore. Most students belonging to that dorm are pompous, but respectful nonetheless. Then Epel’s true nature comes out and Trein is constantly reprimanding him for horseplay. It's kinda funny how surprised Trein is by Epel’s country toughness. The professor definitely had his suspicions— nobody at NRC is innocent, he’s learned every student here has some sort of dark side— but he definitely wouldn't have expected this. A part of Trein actually prefers him like this. You are dating someone with a backbone who will defend you. He encourages Epel to be himself around him, promising a judgment-free area. They get along pretty well surprisingly, with Trein being a sort of mentor to him. Overall, very sweet and Trein approves.

rook hunt

In the most blunt way possible, Trein tells you, “Your boyfriend weirds me out.” He thinks Rook is an oddball for sure. No way around it. Is half convinced Rook is stalking him. Because he is. When you explained to your boyfriend about the bond you had with Professor Trein, he got way too intrigued and ended up ‘watching’ Trein like he does to Leona. It's not until the professor makes a passing comment about being paranoid that he’s being watched that you realized, “Oh shit my boyfriends stalking you.” You don't say that to him— you don't want Rook getting in trouble. So you settle on having a really long talk with Rook about it who reassures you he’d never disturb your father figure or the absolutely beautiful bond between the two of you. He still worries you sometimes when he goes missing and randomly reappears by walking out of Trein’s classroom.

vil schoenheit

Trein worries that Vil won’t make the time for you. He’s aware that Schoenheit is a busy boy as he’s missed his class plentiful in the past. He’ll make Vil stay after class for a little to talk to him about it, giving him a fatherly warning about being ready to fully commit to a relationship and the time it takes to manage one. Vil is, admittedly, insulted that Trein doubts his ability to wholeheartedly love you but takes it in stride. He sees this as a sign to up his game in the romance department and properly does so, dedicating more time to pampering you. The professor expresses his concerns to his coworker, Crewel, who talks his ear off about how much of a “good pup” Vil is and that he won't disappoint. Trein can’t help but agree when he spots you walking into class looking more freshened with slight makeup on and a new hair-do that Vil definitely did for you.

idia shroud

Once you break the news to Trein, he immediately asks to meet with Idia one-on-one. The blue-haired student rarely shows up to class! And that iPad isn't going to cut it forever! He needs to be able to size him up in person. Idia, naturally, is scared to death. At first, he immediately declines, insisting that they don't really need to meet up, the whole idea is stupid, and it’ll be fine if he stays right there in his room. Then you sit down with him and tell him how important Trein is to you and… sigh You landed a natural 20 on the dice of persuasion. Idia can’t believe he's doing this. You’re beside him the whole time as he stutters in front of Trein. Is Trein impressed? No, not at all. Yet your confidence in the Shroud and constant praise is reassuring. The professor’s going to make you force Idia into showing up in person in class. His attendance rivals Leona's.

sebek zigvolt

Doesn't really care for Sebek despite the first year's desperate attempts at trying to impress him. Sebek lost him after he started talking about Malleus when Trein asked about you. Ever since then, it’s just been him trying to win him back to no prevail. Kinda sad to watch. He’ll be the biggest gentleman ever: rushing to doors to open them for Trein, scrubbing his whole classroom for him from top to bottom, and yelling at other students to be quiet— though he was pretty much doing that before you two even got together. But every time Sebek gets close to winning the professor’s favor, he ends up going on a tangent about how amazing his liege is, and we're back at square one. You’ve got to rub him on the back and kiss him on the cheek while telling him, “Trein will come around one day!” Even if that day never comes.

silver

Not a fan. He’s witnessed Silver fall asleep in his class one too many times and thinks it's disrespectful. Once you tell Silver, he’s upset as it's not exactly something he can change, but will put in extra effort not only in Trein’s class but in all his classes. He studies with you beside him so you can prevent him from falling asleep when you see him get all drowsy-eyed. Trein immediately takes note of Silver’s hard work and grit as the boy passes his class with flying colors while asking if there’s anything he could do to help him after hours. It's only when he hears from his fellow teachers that Silver has been doing exceptionally well is he actually impressed. Afterwards, Trein will start being more understanding of Silver’s constant sleeping. He won't be any less strict, but he won’t lay into him for it as hard as before since learning it's out of Silver’s control. Trein thinks rather positively of your relationship, comparing it to the ones in the fairytales.

lilia vanrouge

A bit disturbed, to say the least. Lilia is older than him after all. Trein tried to keep a close eye on the two of you, but Lilia always caught him and pursued a staring match. Trein was always the first to look away. Lilia finds it entertaining. He tries to play tiny tricks on the professor, but you stop him at the very last minute. You sit down and try to explain that you deeply care about Trein and, by extension, what Trein thinks of him. Lilia proceeded to suggest that he brings Trein some cookies to win him over to which you immediately say no. Honestly, I don’t see Trein really ever warming up to Lilia. He just pretends the old bat doesn't exist and isn't your boyfriend. Lilia finds that incredibly funny while you're dying inside.

malleus draconia

The fact you were able to get close to the Draconia is an impressive feat to Trein. However, future ruler of Briar Valley or not, he intends to make sure that Malleus treats you right. Right when you tell Malleus that Trein is basically your father, the fae goes straight to the professor, confesses to him about your relationship, and swears to take good care of you with this ominous tone. Trein isn’t very fond of Malleus at first, struggling to decipher whether or not that introduction was genuine. It isn't until you go to him after class, gushing about the late-night walk you went on with Malleus yesterday and shoving cute little polaroid photos in his face does Trein begin to trust the fae. He makes sure to scold you for not being asleep at that time, yes, but he stares at one of the photographs for way too long, imagining you and Malleus as him and his late wife for a moment. A small smile appears on his face. However, he can’t help but think that the two of you are down a similar path; the happiest marriage ever, kids, and one lover outliving the other. A tragedy, but he’ll let you enjoy it while it lasts just like he did. As long as you’re happy.

[cathnospam]

Bakugo makes you laugh, A LOT and it drives him insane.

“It was not that damn funny.”

You try to conceal the snickers from your mouth, but fail horribly. All he did was mutter something about Mineta being a punk ass and it had you giggly.

At first he used to take offense by it, maybe you were laughing AT him and not what he says, almost like mocking him, that wasn’t until Deku quickly explained in passing that you laugh very easily.

But you don’t laugh this damn much with anybody else but him. At this point he thought you had a similar quirk to Ms. Joke, and he nicknamed you Giggles.

You both were studying in the library like you both usually do during exam week, and Bakugo noticed you haven’t been Miss. Cackle the past few days. Not even a smile actually and you’d think it would have been some relief for him from hearing your laugh obxonious laugh, but he’s actually more annoyed.

He looks up from his book and glances at you across the table, you’re typing away, with a less that neutral look on your face. Lips somehow forming a pout and eyes looking droopy. He scoffs going back to his work, but it was an itch he needed to scratch with you..?

“Who pissed in your breakfast.”

“What?”

“You been looking like a sad lost puppy all week what the hell is your problem.”

The corner of your lips cracked upwards a bit, almost as if you were fighting to smile, but instead you shrug, “‘Nothing you needa worry about. Why.”

It was almost concerning how calm you sounded. Your voice was more tame that you didn’t even sound recognizable which make Bakugo crease his brows, “You suck at lying. Is it, because of that shitty boyfriend you have pissed you off.”

He was referring to Shindo, he wasn’t your boyfriend, but he was a guy you got close with after meeting him a few years ago, but Bakugo was half right he was part of the problem.

You had a small crush on Shindo , but overheard him tell his classmates how he isn’t into you like that mainly because you’re not his type and how much he can’t stand how loud you talk/laugh sometimes.

It hurt hearing it, when he found out you heard he tried apologizing but you didn’t wanna hear it, so since then you’ve turn self conscious about speaking and laughing too loudly for the past week to avoid anymore issues that you have caused with people.

After slowly explaining to the Blonde he rolled his eyes, “You’re ganna let the walking vibrator dictate your life too? So stupid.”

“You hate my laugh too. What does it matter.”

Bakugo stayed silent for a moment while you went back to work. Thinking how could he word what he wants to say without sounding like an idiot, “I never said that, besides you never stopped even when I did tell you your laugh was annoying. If you want to cackle like a hyena who gives a fuck—“

You break into a snicker but end up covering it with your hand. He cracks a proud smirk, he almost forgot what you looked like with a smile, “I don’t wanna be loud. Just can’t help it.”

“We know.”

You giggle at his deadpanned voice, it really wasn’t your fault, you’re just so easy to please and Bakugo knows that, “Giggly ass, and I seen you almost laugh when Denki tripped at the lecture today.”

“Becauuseee he is always so dramatic when he falls.” You whined into a chuckle, sharing a small one with him.

It was a start of many more shared laughs after studying, Katsuki even tried to be just a LITTLE bit more funnier than usual when walking back to the dorms. When you finally cracked a real loud one out he felt himself grinning at you.

“Katsuki Alexander Bakugo are you smiling?”

“Don’t you EVER say my full name like that again got dammit I will blow you the hell UP!”

You almost fall to your knees of how funny his reaction was to you, it felt so good to smile again. You missed it, and so did everybody else the next day apparently.

Mina and some others thought you were depressed, Deku assumed you were sick, Denki outwardly blamed Bakugo which got him smacked, and IIda actually missed your loud noises as well.

Your classmates enjoyed your presence more than you thought they did.

But Bakugo missed it the most.

Your laughs drives him insane, because he loves to hear them.

[lilacgaby]

‧₊˚ what are we?

...nothing. right?.₊˚⊹

convienence. a means to end. that's all this was for both of you right? when katsuki is fed up with the crazed fangirls who just won't leave him alone, he works out a deal with you. it was just coincidence he had a huge crush on you.

☆pair. 2ndyear!katsuki x reader. tags. fake dating!trope, fluff, reader is academically flopping for a bit, pet names, cursing, fighting (verbal), happy ending wc. 6k

ღnote. sorry that this took so long lol! i wrote this in chapter form if you'd like to read it here, but this one shot is the same thing.

post-war brought troubles for a lot of the students in class 1-A. especially bakugo katsuki.

he had to completely relearn how to write with his other hand, had to learn how to fight without injury to it.

and he had to learn to deal with his crazy amount of fangirls.

his fight had been broadcasted, the manner in which he pushed himself to the very brink broadcasted to the world. his victory brought spoils, though not in a way he expected.

he didn't expect to be chased down the hallways every morning, to have a line of girls wanting his autograph as he ate. he didn't expect to be gifted things, things they just assumed he liked, but couldn't be farther from the truth.

luckily, you seemed to like chocolate. he found refuge these days sitting on the roof floor of U-A next to you during lunch, passing you the chocolate gifts he'd been given.

he hated chocolate. but to be honest, he loved seeing you smile.

"thanks 'suki." you said for the nth time, picking the best chocolates out of the box and leaving the gross ones alone.

"yeah." he sighed, glancing at you occasionally as he moved to support the weight of his head with his hands. he found himself speechless around you often. words failing as he leant into the comfort of your presence.

you were about to say something, he thinks. your mouth was open though the blaring of the bell cut you off. "oh, let's go 'suki." you said, holding your hand out to him.

he took it, letting you pull him up and holding onto your hand for just a second too long. you dumped the rest of the chocolates in a trash can and made your collective way down to 1-A. you laughed at how he seemed to try and hide behind you, eyes darting around for the general course girls who seemed to have nothing better to do than follow him around.

they didn't come though. he saw a group of them but when they saw your proximity to him..

they left him alone.

a lightbulb went off in his head, he mentally kicked himself for not thinking of it sooner. as he sat in class, eyeing your seat between momo and jirou, he thought about how he'd ask you.

test papers were being passed out, graded ones. "yo man," kirishima started, looking over his paper, "what'd you get?"

katsuki scoffed. "what do you think? another 100, easy as shit."

kaminari groaned beside him, "you're cheating or something! i got an 80."

"that's high for someone like you!"

"hey!"

"aw man, i got a 70. you're so manly bakubro!"

"yeah, guess i am."

katsuki tried to resist the turning of his head, he really did. but he wanted to know what score you got, if you did well. though from the expression on your face and the way momo patted you on the back,

not to mention the red ink used all over your paper. he knew you didn't.

"man this totally sucks!" you exclaimed, your hands clutching the paper of your test. "i studied and everything, i don't even need math, im a hero for crying out loud!"

jirou's teases and momo's comforts faded into the background as he only focused on you, and the nagging feeling for him to help you.

with another ring of the bell and a sigh from mr. aizawa, katsuki left early to try and beat the crowd of girls who seemed to pounce on him.

he didn't though, he found himself at the entrance at U-A, almost to freedom when the crowd pointed at him, "that's him! i can't believe it!"

"dynamite, an autograph please?"

"hey- don't be so casual. it's lord explosion--"

"who cares? i want a photo!"

at that, they chased him. all his progress down the stairs and through the halls was gone as he was led right back down to class 1-A. he stupidly lead himself right back into a corner.

his head darted around, until he noticed a tuft of familiar hair in the classroom. you hadn't left? oh well, he needed your help and quick.

you were sobbing internally, looking over your horrific test score with a sad expression. a 70? you might as well just drop out now.

as the hours of studying you'd done for waste passed over in your mind, a noise caught you off guard.

he had burst in, making your deflated form jump off the desk. "katsuki, don't scare me like that!"

he rushed over to your side, grabbing your hand off where it was hanging limply on the desk. "be my girlfriend for a second."

the words barely even processed in your brain before you were being manhandled off the desk, your mind rushed to catch up. "wait-- wha-"

before you knew it you were led towards the door of obsessed fan girls. his hand was intertwined tightly with yours, a slight flush on his face.

"listen up." he started, making his fans shush eachother. "my girlfriend hasn't been appreciating all your bullshit. and neither have i, so for the love of god stop it already."

he pulled you alongside him, "move." a path opened for the two of you, letting you two through. he walked you to the entrance, no words spoken between the two of you until you stopped infront of the lockers where you'd keep your shoes.

"[name]-- uh." he took a breath, his heart sped up rapidly around you. it sped up at the simple tilt of your head.

"so. if you help me with this shit, i'll tutor you.

or whatever."

a hand was behind his head, his averted eyes now focusing on you as he awaited your answer with baited breath.

you had an expression of thoughtfulness on your face. your finger on your chin as you looked up to the ceiling to think.

'have everyone think youre dating a cute boy and get a tutor?'

the pinkie of your hand shot out, a closed eye smile on your face. "i'm in!"

a soft smile graced his lips, his pinkie intertwining with yours and sealing his fate in more ways than one.

because you really did have him wrapped around your finger. literally and figuratively.

"let's go to my room so we can talk over it!"

you really were going to be the death of him.

it's not like he'd never been to your room, just not in a situation like this.

not when he'd declared himself your boyfriend an hour earlier, not when his hands were sweaty with his nervousness, and not when you'd agreed so hastily to be his.

he wondered if you'd accept if anyone else asked you. if izuku or todoroki had been facing this situation instead of him.

"'suki?" you patted the side of your bed next to you, "sit with me."

he sighed, the thoughts disappearing from his mind at your words. he really was whipped for you.

"yeah, yeah. i'm goin'" he sat beside you, oddly stiffer than normal. he held his own hands as he waited for you to say something.

"okay, so, we should have like-- a plan or something right?"

"a plan? what the fuck for?"

"like so we don't get caught faking this or whatever. if they find out your fans will just come back running, no?"

he shuddered at the thought. "yeah, don't wanna deal with that shit."

"right? so the first part of our plan, is that everyone has to think we're dating. cool?"

katsuki's mind was racing. cool? more like the best thing that would happen to him. he felt as if everyone knew of his crush on you.. except for you.

being to say he was all yours and that you were all his, even if it was a lie..

"yeah, it's cool."

"great, that's really the only thing we had to establish. we hang out a lot anyways so, we'll just have to be affectionate or something to seal the deal."

his heart jumped at the idea of hugging you, wrapping an arm around you, holding hands with you in public. the ghost of a smile came over him.

"right."

"cool. so nothing else matter--"

"we're starting your studying shit tomorrow. the next test is next week, so we don't have time to play around [name]."

"ughh. i wish you forgot about that." your head fell into your hands. "i hate math, what do i even need it for?"

"advanced math, nothing really. but estimates are important in hero work. estimating time, the abilities of your body, the amount of civilians, all that stuff."

"you're such a nerd."

"hah?"

he continued explaining the importance of math to you despite your grievances. his finger was pointed in the air, you swore you could see the need emoji popping over his face.

your eyes closed, the weight of the day, your grade, and the thought of studying alongside a nerd like katsuki tiring you to no avail. you yawned, laying your head on his shoulder.

you could hear the thumping of his heart, the racing of his blood in his veins. it rocked you to sleep, "wake me up later, m' a take a nap." you mumbled against his shoulder, before falling asleep.

his mouth shut, eyes peeled on your body that now clung to his side. his face grew hot, when did it get so hot in your damn room?

he tried his best to stay awake, to let you nap and wake you up in the morning. but as the clock hit eight o clock, the time he was supposed to head back to his dorm.. he found himself stuck in place.

not by an invisible force, not by some obligation. it was only the thought of wanting to be with you, next to you. wanting to let the comfort of your weight next to him drive himself to sleep.

so he did. he fell asleep, letting his head lay on top of yours, holding your body closer to his. shutting his eyes.

the light of the sun woke him up first, you didn't close your blinds yesterday, and the sun shined brightly,

directly into his face. he groaned, his voice deep from sleep as he peeled himself off of you. he was confused from fatigue, wondering why he was still in your room.

he felt an arm around his waist, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes to see it was you who was holding him close. he thinks you were using him in place of your huge teddy bear, the one laid neatly in the corner of your bed.

his heart rate quickened once again, wanting to go back to his room, but fighting the urge to stay looking at you.

an absentminded hand moved a couple strands of your hair out your face, pinching your cheek when he got bold.

you don't wake up, he sighed a breath of relief. 'til he felt your body start to stir, you pushed your head more into his chest, your eyes finally starting to open slightly.

"oh? g'morning kat'." you were sleepy, your words slightly slurred and muffled from how you were pressed against him.

"you slept here?" you asked, pulling away from him as you moved to stretch your upper body.

"uh-- yeah." he was once again lost for words at the sight of you, your shirt slightly pulled up from how you'd slept, your hair messy from the lack of a protective style before sleep.

"sorry for waking you up then, 'suki."

"no, i was already up. i just didn't wanna wake you."

"well, you failed." you joked. "anyways, you should get out of here soon, if iida sees you he'll probably flip out and tell mr. aizawa."

"right."

"let's walk to class together!" you clasped his hands in yours. "okay?"

you were going to be the death of him once again. "okay."

you let go and he got up, ruffling his hair slightly and looking back at you who sent him a small smirk and wave. before slowly walking out your door. he did his best to keep his movements quiet and minimal.

he was at the elevator, before uraraka walked out. shit. "bakugo? what are you doing here?"

"uh.. got lost."

her face scrunched in confusion, a knowing smile on her face after a second. "right.. tell [name] good morning for me."

".. tell her yourself." he got into the elevator, already seeing the grin in uraraka's face as he went up a floor to his room.

the same grin everyone greeted him with as he went to sit next to you in the common room, having made you some breakfast. he and you were all ready, you had refreshed your hair from when he was playing with it, simple makeup and your uniform ironed. he admired you while he ate his meal.

"ah, thanks 'suki."

"mhm."

you moved to whisper in his ear, "why's everyone looking at us?"

"fuck if i know."

"so you two lovebirds aren't gonna say anything?" denki said, putting his hands on his hips as he looked you two over.

"'bout what?"

"that you two are totally dating!" mina exclaimed, pointing at you. "and you didn't say anything? wow [name], i thought.. we were closer than that." she mock fully cried.

katsuki was about to say something, you cut him off though. "i thought everyone knew?" with a tilt of your head, a question mark almost visible from the blank expression you wore.

the class only sighed, kirishima shrugged his shoulders. "yeah, we should've guessed. i mean bakugo had a obvious crush on you for the longest."

"yeah, good looks man." sero gave him a thumbs up.

"tch. let's go [name]." he sat up, placing his and your finished dishes in the sink before you followed behind him.

"right! bye guys!"

you grabbed his hand as you walked out the door. nobody was around, there was no need to keep up appearances now.

but that didn't stop him from holding your hand tighter.

and that didn't stop you from clinging even more to his side.

it seemed you two were now together all the time. a clingy couple is what you seemed like to your friends, and more importantly his fans.

at lunch he could now be in the cafeteria again, you were stuck his side as you ate, an arm around you as you shared his food, insisting his cooking was better than the U-A food.

you were caged in by his body, you really did just look like a sappy couple to everyone.

during class, he was caught glancing at you. a lot. he'd roll his eyes and pretend nothing even happened, but everyone knew he was far gone.

during training, as you sparred you noticed he was going harder on you than before. some would think that because you were his crush he wouldn't get so aggressive,

too bad katsuki only wanted to push you harder, get you to show the strength he saw you unleash on those villains in the war. he wanted you to be stronger beside him, if he was number one, he'd want you to be ranked closely to him, because he knew you were strong enough.

that didn't mean it wasn't any more hard to fight him, the man was a maniac.

"you can chill out you know!"

"what? can't take it?!"

"no, slow your fucking roll!" you barely dodged his other attack, just barely moving out the way as he threw an explosion in your direction.

you now had met the conditions to use your quirk, comeback. by generating a max of 8 orbs, they'd absorb energy that you could use back for your offense. the only downside?

melee attacks couldn't be absorbed at all.

a kick to your legs sent you to the ground, you dispersed one of your orbs with the explosion stored inside of it.

"be nice and let me win!!"

"no."

he dodged your attack and pinned you to the ground. he won.

"you're so mean 'suki." you shoved him off you, making him grunt. "a good boyfriend would've let me win!"

a nagging voice in the back of his head was telling him he wasn't yours, you weren't his, and that he was only doing this for his convinience.

"well, i guess i'll be a better one next time."

even that voice couldn't deny that the way he cared for you wasn't anything less than real. that even if this relationship was fake, that he was undoubtedly yours. that the way he held his hand out to you, lifting you as gently as he could fathom.

"wanna go again?" he asked, a boyish smirk on his face.

"you know it!"

your plan of tiring katsuki out with exercise didn't work, so you found yourself in his room at his desk. showered and wiping the dew off your neck with a towel, you sat in front of him with a book splayed open.

he was hammering topic after topic into you.. statistics or something? you weren't really paying attention, you were more interested in the bulge of his muscles out of his tank top.

his words were a blur when you suddenly found yourself reaching a hand out to feel his muscle,

your hand squeezing it.

'firm. hm.' you thought, until he pulled you away, an incredulous look on his face. "this is why your class ranking keeps falling [name]. focus!"

"how can i focus with you in front of me? it's like dancing a donut in front of a cop!" you whined, face planted onto his desk.

"you're.. insane."

"you love me though, don't you?" the words slipped out of your lips without a second thought, your face flushing slightly. "oops, sorry! almost forgot you arent my like-- real boyfriend!"

he swore he heard a bit of disappointment in your voice, felt a bit of reluctance in your movements as you pulled away at him, saw a bit of longing in your eyes.

"uh.. yeah. 's fine. let's just.. take a break." he said, motioning over to lay on his bed and do nothing for a little while.

if you would've told him a couple months ago that he'd be sat, face to face, body next to body, hands awkwardly close to each other as you remained in silence. you'd had a movie on in the background, something stupid he thought. not like he payed attention to it at all.

it was comfortable, being around you. he'd be a liar if he said that he didn't like the fact that everyone now thought you were his and vice versa. not just his fans, not just yours, but your mutual friends. family.

"do you wanna try again?" he asked after a while, voice soft and his hand moving to rub his eyes. it was his bedtime, eight o clock sharp, but he'd break it for you.

"hm? to be honest no." you moved to face him. "you look tired anyways 'suki, you should sleep."

he grumbled, his eyes closing slightly as he slowly swatted your hand away from his face, his grip lingering on your wrist.

"right." he yawned. he didn't know if it was the sleep or impulse, maybe a mixture of both. but he pulled you closer to him. making you crash against his chest with his head in the nook of your neck.

"stay." he uttered, his breath flush against your neck making the hairs stand up.

"katsuki?" you thought you were dreaming. you'd move to pinch yourself if you weren't being pinned down by him.

"please?"

"..okay." your words barely matched your actions. you cuddled more into him, pulling him impossibly closer as you melted into eachother.

a blanket was thrown over the two of you. you fell asleep in his arms, the beating of his heart matching yours as you breathed a sigh of realization.

you were horribly in love with katsuki bakugo. and he was with you.

your 'fake' activities as a couple were coming along a little bit too easily to the two of you.

feeding him a snack in his room as a joke, him finding out he kind of liked being babied, him blackmailing you so you shut up.

all couple things. normal couple activity.

you didn't even have to continue those things behind closed doors, but it just came so naturally. it seemed wrong not to do it.

it seemed wrong for him not to sling a hand over you, not to hold your hand when it was so close to him, not to move the stray strands of hair and tuck it behind your ear.

it seemed wrong for him not to save a spot for you at lunch, not to wake up a bit earlier and slip out of your sleepy grasp to prepare you a meal alongside his.

not to make some breakfast for you, light or heavy, depending on what he'd learned you preferred.

not to walk with you to class, even walking with you to go see your general studies friend in the morning, leaning against the doorway with a smile on his face as he watched you rave on about a show you'd watched recently.

why wouldn't he do it if he could? why shouldn't he watch your favorite shows just to have things to talk to you about?

he found himself fighting to stay focused during your study sessions now too. he found himself noticing things about you, the smaller things.

how you'd flip your hello kitty pencil around while you were speaking. how you'd bite your lips in concentration, your expressions of disbelief when you actually started getting things correct.

he'd have to cover his hand with his face. you were just too cute.

sometimes he'd even get distracted mid sentence. he was explaining simple things over again, just to make sure you knew what it meant.

but it was hard even keeping eye contact with you.

"so, in this problem x would be.. uh.." he went silent, his mouth open but no words escaping.

"x would be what? 7?" you showed your page of work to him, with a nervous smile. "if it's not right tell me already! i know im kinda dumb, it won't hurt my feelings too bad i swear!"

he looked down back at his page. mentally slamming his head onto the table, before recovering. "yeah, no you're right. you got it."

you slammed the work onto his desk, "finally! then we can break now right?"

"yeah, 'guess so."

"let's do something fun. take a walk, my legs hurt from sitting." you pulled him up by his hand, dragging him to his door. "hurry up!"

he couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped him, you really reminded him of just how young you two were. how he was just a high schooler with a huge crush, how--

"why are you looking at me like that? are you sick?" you placed a hand on his forehead, making him promptly rip it off. a scowl quickly replaced the smile that been on his face moments prior. "no i'm not. let's go."

you walked hand in hand, the sunset the background for your 'date'.

the last few days, he'd been nervous to bring up what was happening between you. he was nervous to ruin the odd relationship you two had, he didn't want to lose you. he thought the things you two had been doing crossed the line between friendship and lovers.

you didn't have to do any of this. though he was sure you knew that already.

"math exam's tomorrow."

"don't remind me! you totally ruined the moment you know."

"you'll pass. i mean, i was your tutor after all. if you fail with me as a teacher? you are a lost cause."

"that's not nice to say." you ripped his hand away from yours, crossing your arms on your chest. "thats really messed up 'suki."

he leant down to face you, the sun goldening you two in its wake as he grew a cocky smirk on his lips. "oh really?"

"yes really."

"n' what're you gonna do about it?" his face was barely an inch away from yours. with a glance to his lips, he moved closer.

he barely pecked you, before he heard a loud, obnoxious idiot speak from behind him.

"[name] and bakugo are totally making out over here!"

denki and kirishima were looking at the two of you, a glare crossed over katsuki's face as he basically dragged you with him back into his dorm. he was about to leave you at your dorm, the hallway empty since curfew was around the corner.

he held your hands in his, running his thumb over the knuckle of yours. he intertwined your fingers, only letting go after a while.

he tilted your head upwards with his two fingers, wordlessly asking for permission. moonlight now struck you two as he moved in.

uninterruptedly, he kissed you. deepening it with a pull of the hand, holding you against him.

he let go after a while, his internal clock signaling it was almost time for curfew.

before he left, he whispered to you. "i don't.. really care what we're labeled. and if this shit is real or not.

i just want to be close to you."

he turned, walking to the elevator. leaving your breathless, with your heart in your throat.

no more words were spoken between you two, not as you screamed into your pillow, and not as he stared up into the ceiling of his room.

you passed that math test. and each assignment that went with it.

the end of the year was now coming quickly, of the school year that is. you and katsuki still kept up your 'act', the activities now stretching to dates after school mixed in with your study sessions.

one's that'd leave the touch of katsuki on you more than the touch of knowledge. but it was working nonetheless.

it was all good between you two, an eternal honeymoon it seemed. after all, by now it had been at least seven months since this began. your class ranking was higher, he no longer had to worry about strolling through the halls, it seemed nothing could get in your way.

well, besides two things.

one: the fact that you two were scared to label in between yourselves yet, too bashful to call him your boyfriend and you his girlfriend in private, yet proud fully admitting it to others.

two, the girl currently straddling him with no regard to you whatsoever. your entire cafeteria table was staring at her, looking at what katsuki would do to move her off.

but when he didn't immediately, didn't immediately curse the girl out and push her off him? you did the job for him.

you yanked the girl by her hair, sending her to the floor with a tray of food falling onto her body. all attention was on you as you stared at katsuki, your mouth agape in anger.

"what the fuck bakugo?" you ignored her, even stepping on her leg slightly as your hands were agitated, your whole body was. you didn't even know why you were jealous. this wasn't real, it never was, he was just playing his role too well.

you should've known katsuki would go too far. he always did.

"babe-- it's not what you think-"

"then what was i looking at? and don't call me that. don't- don't fucking call me anything. we're over."

you knew to him that probably meant something different. you acclaimed the despair in his eyes to the loss of protection, to the loss of ease as he walked in the halls and the lack of paparazzi that'd ask him questions on his love life.

but to him it was so much more.

it was those things, yes. but it was more so the thought of losing you. the thought of the affection over the months being nothing but a memory and not his future. the thought of not having you close to him.

the thoughts of becoming nothing to you, less than a friend.

he didn't know why he didn't move, it was like he physically couldn't. the look in the girl's eyes, the grip she had on him, the weird smile. he recognized her as one of the girls who usually would be in the crowd following him around.

"you don't mean that." his voice sounded more desperate than it had in the whole time he'd met you, more longing slipping through than he intentioned.

but the sun's casting light had moved away from you, casting you in a shadow. "i do mean it. fuck you."

he was going to run after you, to chase you as you slammed your lunch tray into the trash. heading up to the rooftop to he alone.

but a hand, mina's, pulled him back. "i think.. you did enough bakugo."

she went after you instead, promising to bakugo she'd check on you.

fangirls were one thing? but a messy public breakup where you were never really something in the first place? surprisingly worse.

he'd been more snappy lately, his aura making the girls around him keep their distance.

he'd become quieter, closed off. you didn't come to eat lunch with him anymore, obviously. and he didn't go up to the rooftop to join you.

he didn't know how to speak to you, how to explain what happened, how to say that he was sorry.

he ran the scenario in his head a million times, thinking over the girl's quirk that had forced him into place. but it sounded so convenient, like he was lying.

but since your entire relationship was based off of one, he didn't know how to approach the topic in the first place.

a week. a week passed before he could muster up the words to speak to you.

a week of being ignored in the hallways, side glances and being walked off on. a week of not having you by his side, not having you to talk to, to study with,

to kiss.

you were alone on the rooftop, eating silently as you felt a presence behind you. you saw his hair in the shadow and sighed, placing your plate onto the floor next to you. "what?"

"let me talk."

"...fine."

he breathed a sigh, hands balling as he forced the words out. "i know what you saw. and i know it was bad, but listen. that.. girl. she had some quirk on me or something."

he paused, seeing as your movement shifted. he took the fact that you didn't leave as a sign to continue.

"i couldn't move, i would've. you know that. but, it was right for you to be fucking pissed. i'd be too.

and i know, this is my fault in a way. i've been.. a fuckin' loser about this." his hand went up to support his head, his eyes averting from where he felt yours eyeing him.

"i needed to ask you out, officially i mean, a long time ago. it was wrong of me to use you-"

"it wasn't like that and you know it." you moved now to face him, you taking his hands in yours once more.

"what are we? to you i mean."

"right now..

we're nothing, right?"

your eyes widened, his eyes came back to look at yours.

"what?"

the words settled between you, it sent a cold shiver down your spine at the implication.

"wait-- fuck i'm messing this shit up. i mean, we're, not anything right now. we weren't anything."

your heart sank, eyes falling to the floor though your hand still held by him. your bleeding heart was in his grasp too, it was apparent.

"but,

i'd like to be? if you'd have me."

he squeezed your hand tightly. "i, i think i did this all out of order. but, would you go out with me?"

you let out an anxious laugh mixed with emotion. relief? despair? you honestly didn't know. tears burned the corners of your eyes.

"you're-- you're real weird, you know that?"

"is that a no."

"no, it's a yes. i think."

"ya think?"

"you don't get to question me!"

"yeah, whatever." you shared a laugh of relief together. he held you, moving away to bring something out of his pocket.

a small bento box for you.

you gasped at the sight of it, it was so cute. "thank god! i hate this school shit." you sat down, patting the side beside you, prompting him to sit down.

"wow, a heart? don't tell me you like me or something katsuki."

instead of deflecting, of telling you to buzz off, of shoving you lightly, a small smile came over his lips once again. after a beat, he laughed boyishly.

"you caught me."

...

he patted your back as you choked on the heart shaped seaweed.

your first date was cute, a small picnic with the country of musatafu as your backdrop. it was weird, this scene had played out between you two various times. in his room, in public, in private, to everyone else you two had just recovered from a messy breakup. and yet,

your stomachs were filled with butterflies at the affection between you two.

your rank was high, the dates were endless between the two of you now. study dates, just going to cafes, mundane things became more when you were by each others side.

years passed, and your poor dorm was going mostly unused. you'd sleep in his bed most of the time, actually- you'd spent most of your time in his room. he even cleared out a section for you in his closet despite the fact that yours was perfectly fine.

graduation came along, your careers came rushing at the two of you.

you were the top rated woman hero, and he was number one. just like he dreamt, just like he imagined the future would be for the two of you all those years ago.

you were picking out some drinks from the vending machine, a pocky hanging out your mouth as you decided between two flavors.

you finally chose, having two drinks in your hand for you and katsuki when he suddenly dragged you into an alleyway, grunting when he pushed you against the wall.

deja vu? maybe, you felt like you lived through this before, the same mindless stampede of girls rushing past.

"i told you to clip down your hair."

"shut up. don't they even care that we're married now? why do they fucking bother?." he sighed, annoyed as he lightly grabbed the can out your hand, his frustration not matching his actions.

"well, maybe we need something that'd make it even more official." a lightbulb went over the both of your heads. you faced each other, a streetlight letting you see the slight pink tint of his cheeks.

"a ca-"

"a baby."

you laughed, keeling over at the sight of his face that grew impossibly red.

you went home, hand in hand, the photos of the two of you together making rounds in the media again.

but as you laid with his head laid on your lap, your head rested comfortably against the furniture you'd chosen for your home?

you couldn't help but feel like everything worked out perfectly.

and with the new addition of your family laid sleeping on top of katsuki's chest.

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[yuramour]

I THINK HE KNOWS — F1 GRID

synopsis. trying to keep your crush on a certain driver a secret isn't exactly easy. but do they know about it, or not? pairing. f1 grid x reader (ft. mv1, yt22, ln4, op81, gr63, cl16, lh44, dr3, aa23, cs55, ih6, jd7, eo31, ka12, ob87) genre. fluff, headcanons warnings. mild secondhand embarrassment, maybe some suggestive themes, mostly coworker!reader, some of these are noticeably longer than others. my bad word count. 3k-ish (200-ish each)

note. this slowly devolves into silliness. alsoooooo, im tryna have a more consistent upload schedule, but i did just get a job and im taking online classes over the summer, so like, its hard to find the time to actually sit down and write. i'm trying, tho!! hope you guys enjoy this one :p

MAX VERSTAPPEN

۶ৎ completely oblivious

of course, it was glaringly obvious to everyone but max. everyone else saw the way you immediately stopped whatever you were working on to stare at him whenever he wandered into the red bull garage. ever since you started working for red bull as an analyst, you had the biggest crush on max. at first, it was just a harmless thing, blushing whenever he was in your general vicinity, your coworkers giggling and elbowing you whenever he walked into the room. the teasing from your coworkers was really the most annoying part at first. but now? the most annoying part by far was how max was just apparently totally oblivious to the fact that you liked him. you weren't even keeping it a secret anymore like you were at the beginning. you'd all but asked him out at this point. but he had absolutely no idea. it wasn't until charles teased him about how you stared at him during the driver's parade that max realized. it took him aback at first, but trust he'd never felt more dumb than when he realized you were in fact hitting on him all that time. asks you out the next time he sees you.

YUKI TSUNODA

۶ৎ has a suspicion

he could be wrong- maybe. but for the past several months, yuki's had a feeling that all those times you've brushed against him in the hallway, stared just a little too long during team debriefs, and laughed a little too hard at his jokes meant you saw him as a little more than just a coworker. it's hard for him to keep to himself- you haven't actually said anything that would indicate that you like him, so he doesn't want to bring it up. which sucks for him, because he really likes you, too. the way your hand feels on him when you pat him on the back after a race, the way your voice sounds when wishing him luck, the way your eyes soften when they meet his- it gives him butterflies. but he doesn't want to tell you. maybe he's just scared of rejection- because what if he's wrong? what if you don't actually like him? you have to be the one to tell him first. his imposter syndrome refuses to let him make the first move. he's elated when you do- a grin breaking over his face, a soft "i knew it" slipping from his lips.

LANDO NORRIS

۶ৎ thinks you hate him

maybe it's just the way you show affection- but lando thinks you can be a little...mean. not just a little mean- really mean. lando genuinely thinks you hate his guts. the way you refuse to make eye contact with him, the way you practically flee the room whenever he enters- he's convinced you have something against him. lando's a sensitive soul, he can take things a little personally. and you're perfectly content letting lando think you hate him if it means he never finds out ab out your stupid little crush. on another note, lando's absolutely flabbergasted when oscar makes a passing comment about your little crush on him- leaving both of them confused; lando because he was convinced you hated him, and oscar because he thought your crush was so blatant. oscar was right, of course. you just have a rather elementary way of navigating your crushes on people. lando practically corners you about it the next day, your violent blush and stuttering at the sudden confrontation telling him all he needed to know. he asks you out properly and nicely after that.

OSCAR PIASTRI

۶ৎ he knows but you have no idea he knows

oscar clocked your crush immediately. he's an observant guy. but he's so incredibly normal about it. you have absolutely no idea that he knows. the thing is, he thinks he's being obvious about liking you back. he'll open doors for you, give you his coat when you're cold, open energy drink cans for you, and he thinks it's incredibly obvious. the problem? you just think he's the kind of guy that'd do all that stuff anyway. because he's just so relaxed with it. it goes on for MONTHS. you both thinking you're being plainly obvious about your feelings for each other, and oscar just simply not wanting to be the one to make the first move. lando eventually knocks some sense into him- telling him to just ask you out because you're obviously not going to be the one to initiate it. as soon as he does, you're taken aback- not having expected oscar to be into you, too. but of course he was. how could he not be?

CHARLES LECLERC

۶ৎ thinks its all platonic

charles thinks that you're just a good friend- his best friend. doing things that all best friends do. of course a best friend would drop everything because he asked you to go out and do something. of course a best friend would go out of their way to come to all his races. of course best friends hug each other for extended periods of time after a bad race. he thinks you're just his best friend. because none of his other friends really do things like that- you must just be that good of a friend! right? no. of course not. you are head over heels in love with charles and you always have been. and he's never noticed. to be fair, you didn't exactly want him to. you were scared of the rejection you'd face if he ever found out. he's the charles leclerc. why would he go for you? even if you were his best friend. funny enough, it's his mother that ends up spilling your secret. charles thinks she's just joking at first, but once he realizes she's not, he's absolutely mortified. not only because he never realized it, but because he's felt the same about you for years, thinking you only saw his as a friend. calls you over immediately and confesses everything.

LEWIS HAMILTON

۶ৎ he knows, but doesn't say a word

lewis, ever the gentleman, notices your crush immediately, but chooses to keep it a secret. because you obviously don't want him to know about it, otherwise, you wouldn't be keeping it a secret. he thinks its charming more than anything. completely endeared by the way you immediately blush and look away whenever he makes eye contact, scurrying away like a little mouse whenever he ever so politely asks you to do even the most miniscule task. he didn't have any feelings for you at first- but the more time he spends observing you, the way you interact with others, your kindness, your individuality, he falls for you slowly but surely. you know lewis is a good man, so when he asks you to go to dinner with him, you think it's just to show his thanks to you for being such a hard worker. when he tells you how he feels about you, you feel like you're about to melt out of sheer embarrassment. lewis watches the blush take over your face with a soft laugh, your reaction reminding lewis exactly why he liked you in the first place.

GEORGE RUSSELL

۶ৎ thinks it's just a joke

even if you are so completely blatantly obvious about having a crush on george, he just thinks you're kidding. any time you openly flirt with him, he just laughs along and takes it as a joke. it gets to a point where you're all but telling him to his face that you're in love with him, and he's just like "haha, good one!" straight up, for a man that's so in love with himself, you think he'd be able to take a hint. but no. he's blind to the truth. and he's like this for MONTHS. you are LAYING IT ON, and he just does not understand that you are being 100% for real. only gets it when you literally corner him and tell him blatantly to his face that you are genuinely actually into him. he's both flabbergasted and overjoyed bc this rich boy gets zero play.

KIMI ANTONELLI

۶ৎ he has NO idea

silly silly boy. despite the fact that you've followed him around the world since you were kids, been by his side the entire time, through his best and worst days. he just doesn't see it. and you'd never tell him, of course. you value your friendship too much to ruin it over a stupid little (not little at all) crush. but still. who tf basically puts their entire life on hold to follow their best friend around the world? either someone who's in love, or someone who's just that good of a friend. in your case, it's the former. but unfortunately, kimi thinks you're the latter. he doesn't even realize he's in love with you until he's talking about you to ollie one day, just absolutely gushing about you and ollie's just listening like "...😐 you're stupid." after kimi realizes how he feels, he tries to keep it to himself, but accidentally lets it slip out one day while talking to you. to his ABSOLUTE SHOCK (idk how it was a shock he's lowkey blind), you feel the same about him.

ALEX ALBON

۶ৎ he knows & is very obvious about it

he KNOWSSSS. AND YOU KNOW HE KNOWSSSSS. unfortunately, as an employee for Williams, you know that dating a driver is looked down upon at the VERY LEAST. so despite the fact that you keep it as professional as possible, any and every time you so much as make eye contact with alex, this mf giggles. like, actually giggles. like a middle schooler. you don't even really know how he knows. but you suspect that carlos told him after you let it slip to him one day that you thought alex was cute. but nevertheless, you never let your interactions go beyond relaying basic information and wishing him luck before a race. but one weekend, you and alex end up with you hotel rooms booked right next to each other, somehow leading to alex basically living in your room all weekend. after that, it's all longing stares across the garage and holding hands in secret.

CARLOS SAINZ

۶ৎ totally blind to it

i think he just likes to think that you're a very kind and respectful person. like, he says jump and you ask how high, type shit. despite the fact that you try to keep it a secret at first, you realize that he is truly never going to get it unless you start like, actually putting the moves on this man. he thinks you're just a really nice person until one day it just slaps him in the face that you're literally obsessed with him, and he just feels SO stupid bc of it. like, you are all but offering to literally become his personal maid and he hasn't realized until now??? not very smooth operator of him. when he suddenly starts flirting back to you, you realize the vibe switchup IMMEDIATELY and you know he's clocked you</3 he asks you out on a casual coffee date at a cute quiet little cafe and it's very sweet and fluffy and eughhhh i hate (love) him so much.

ISACK HADJAR

۶ৎ again, thinks you hate him

poor baby thinks you getting red in the face and cutting the conversation off early whenever he tries to talk to you is indicative of you hating him and not of you getting flustered by his mere presence. he's pacing back and forth wondering what he could have possibly done to make you hate him, meanwhile you're in the other room pacing back and forth wondering how the hell you're ever going to be able to tell him you're basically in love with him. isack eventually decides to just be as nice as possible; getting you coffee, doing his best to make your job easier for you, complimenting you whenever he notices you've done your hair differently or whatever. unfortunately, this may or may not make things worse bc you have no idea how to take a compliment and just mumble a "thanks" and immediately leave the room whenever he does so. eventually, one of your coworkers talks some sense into you and convinces you to tell isack how you feel. shocked and elated don't even come close to describing how isack feels when you finally confess to him. relationship immediately starts from there, and he's basically obsessed with you and giving you allllll the words of affirmation.

JACK DOOHAN

۶ৎ thinks its just "bestie vibes"

again. stupid boy. stupid dumb boy. let me set the scene; you and jack have in fact been best friends for as long as you can remember. you weren't even into him at first, but after not seeing him for a while, and all of a sudden, he comes back as an accomplished formula driver, not to mention he's like, half a foot taller and significantly more ripped than he was the last time you saw him, something definitely changed in the way you looked at him. but of course sweet oblivious jack is just happy to hang out with his best friend again after so long. the two of you take a trip to the beach not too long after he gets back, and you have to physically stop yourself from staring at his abs for too long. ofc he just thinks you're looking at him so longingly bc you missed your best friend (him) so bad. that same night, the two of you get a little drunk and you accidentally call him hot to his face. oops! he thought about it for a solid ten seconds before he realized that he, in the back of his mind, thought the same about you. i just love this himbo so bad okay :(

OLLIE BEARMAN

۶ৎ he WANTS you to, but has no idea

to ollie, you were just so fucking cool. always so poised, level-headed, always cool under pressure. and he was absolutely head-over-heels for you. he practically followed you around like a lost puppy everywhere you went. not just because he's always getting lost at social events, but because he wanted to be near you as much as he physically could. to ollie, you were totally and completely out of his league. he wanted so badly for you to notice him as more than the guy that you were getting paid to basically babysit and make sure he doesn't say anything stupid to the media. little did he know, you'd been charmed by his cute smile, sweet demeanor, and puppy-like tendencies since the day you met him. he thinks he's seeing things when he starts noticing the blush that creeps up on your cheeks whenever he says something sweet. "wishful thinking" he tells himself. he swears he's dreaming when you knock on his hotel room one night and say that you have a secret to tell him. and he practically dies from happiness when he wakes up the next morning with a text from you confirming that you meant it when you told him you liked him.

ESTEBAN OCON

۶ৎ he's SUSPICIOUS of you

what do you want from him?? why are you so nice to him? what are you planning?? are you, the sweet alpine employee that says hi to him every morning in the paddock with that cute little smile spying on haas for your team??? he notices the way you come to the haas mobile home to "visit your friend" that works for the team. every time you wish him luck on the race in passing, he narrows his eyes and nods curtly, suspicious of the way you always happen to bump into him. little does he know, he keeps seeing you around because you have the biggest crush on him. you're close with a couple of the guys on the haas pit crew, and they've been trying for months to get esteban to notice you. which he has. just not in the way that you hoped. it all comes to a head when esteban relays his suspicion to your friends on the haas team, all of whom are absolutely flabbergasted that that's the conclusion he came to. they couldn't possibly let him go on thinking that. esteban is completely floored when they tell him you're always hanging around not because you're spying for alpine, but because you have a crush on him. immediately pulls you aside the next time he sees you and apologizes for being so unwelcoming towards you. he takes you out for an apologetic dinner, and realizes you're actually really great :p

DANIEL RICCIARDO

۶ৎ he knows and you know he knows

not only does he very obviously know, he teases you about it. you're too stubborn to give him the satisfaction of telling him flat-out how you feel. that's exactly what he wants. so you let him tease you, taking the shit-eating grins, flirtatious jokes, and the way he gets just a little too close for comfort in stride. you absolutely refuse to give him any kind of confirmation when he leans in, going "come on, i know you like me a little bit." it gets to a point where he's gotten on your nerves so much, you're not even sure if you even like him anymore or if you're just so stubborn, you can't even admit it to yourself anymore. it goes on for literal years. you think it's finally over when daniel leaves red bull. finally, you can let go of your stupid crush and live the rest of your life in peace knowing you won't have to deal with the australian ever again. but no. of course not. despite the fact that he was now in renault, he would come sidling up to the red bull mobile home just to flash you that shit-eating grin with a painfully flirty "how you doing?" all that time while he was in red bull, the possibility that he liked you back hadn't even crossed your mind. you thought he was just kind of a dick, teasing you for being into him. turns out, he was just waiting for the moment you weren't working for the same team so he could ask you out properly. "surprised" doesn't even begin to cover how you were feeling after he told you after the 2019 season was over.

taglist: @bear-yawns @revelauver

[whosashan]

hello! good day to youuu, can i make a request for the lads men? in which reader is not the mc and here's the prompt: having to beg them to do something with you then seeing them doing it with mc willingly, sorry english is not my first language but pleaaaseeee 😭 i love some angst.

Bitter

Pt. 2

PAIRING: Love and Deepspace men x non-mc!reader

SYNOPSIS: Watching the one you love partake in what you once pleaded to share—a quiet betrayal—feels like an arrow through the heart, swift and merciless. (angst, no comfort)

A/N: Thank you for the request, it came out more as a drabble. Hope you enjoy!

Xavier

What a bitter, gutting thing it was—to stand in the shadows and watch him shine for someone else. To see the light in his eyes, the easy laughter, the quiet devotion as he did for her what he had never done for you.

The one thing you once begged for. The one thing he had denied you.

But not her. Never her.

She was fate’s beloved, the one woven from the same celestial thread as him, bound to him in ways you never could be. You had always told yourself to be rational, to be understanding. Xavier came with a past. He came with baggage.

And inside that baggage, nestled close to his heart, was her.

The woman you would envy until the world turned to dust.

And yet—how could you ever bring yourself to hate her? When she was made of kindness, of soft edges and warm light? When she looked at you with nothing but affection, oblivious to the ruin she left in her wake? She was an angel. A blessing. A curse.

And fate, it seemed, had always been on her side.

So there they were, walking side by side, woven together so seamlessly it was almost poetic. Almost cruel. Her bags in his hands, the weight of them carried so effortlessly—as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

And yet, when you had asked for the same—just a simple day together, just a moment of his time—he had sighed, shaken his head, told you he was too tired. That work was too much. That he simply couldn’t.

But now, watching him with her, you couldn’t help but wonder—did she take his exhaustion away? Did her presence breathe new life into him in a way you never could?

The answer settled deep in your bones, cold and unrelenting.

Your friend beside you said nothing, only looking at you with that quiet, suffocating pity that made your stomach turn. Because there was nothing to say. Nothing to soften the truth you had known all along.

You were not his first thought in the morning. You were not the name on his lips when he passed a garden of wildflowers. You were not the presence lingering in his mind when the world grew quiet.

And you never would be.

You had spent so long fighting against it. Xavier loves me. He chose me. The words had been your lifeline, a fragile, trembling thing you whispered into the silence. But even your friends never seemed convinced.

And now, neither were you.

So you did the only thing you knew how to do.

You turned away.

No confrontation. No desperate pleas for an explanation that would only come laced with half-truths and empty reassurances. What good was honesty when it had never been yours to begin with?

When he came home that night, his lips still curved with the ghost of a smile, he found an emptiness he had never felt before. Your things, your presence—gone, as if you had never been there at all.

And in your place, only a single note remained.

"I hope you find whatever it is you're looking for. Because clearly, it was never me."

And Xavier, poor Xavier, would stand there, reading those words over and over, grasping at the fraying edges of something he had never truly held onto.

But then again—

Xavier had never noticed his wrongdoings.

Not until there was nothing left but the weight of his own ruin.

Zayne

Zayne—or Dr. Zayne, as she called him—had always been a good man. A gentleman in every sense. Caring, affectionate, endlessly considerate.

But never for you.

His tenderness felt practiced, his affections routine. As if he wasn’t loving you, but fulfilling some unspoken obligation. A kindness given not out of devotion, but out of mere habit.

And you had tried to ignore it. Swallowed your doubts, convinced yourself you were overthinking.

Until you saw them together.

Her.

The one fate had tied him to. The one who never had to ask for his attention, because it had always belonged to her.

Her laughter lit up rooms before she even stepped inside. Her eyes gleamed like sunlight catching on water—brilliant, hypnotic, impossible to look away from. And neither could he.

And then, there was the picture.

A simple post, one she likely uploaded without a second thought, oblivious to the quiet devastation it would bring.

There she was, sitting in his office. Smiling. At ease.

Sharing lunch with him.

Something you had never been allowed to do.

You had asked once—just to drop by, to see him, to spend even a sliver of time together in the place he spent most of his days. But he had refused, brushing you off with a gentle but firm, “I don’t want distractions.”

And yet, there she was, sitting across from him, urging him to eat the food she had made, as if she had every right to be there. And maybe she did.

They had known each other forever. That was what you told yourself—Of course, they’re close. Of course, they understand each other in ways I never will. You had tried to accept it. To be understanding.

But then you saw the way he looked at her in the picture.

The softness in his eyes. The quiet, unguarded devotion.

Like she was the only one who could unravel him, the only one who could slip past his carefully built walls.

You had spent so long trying to do the same, but you never even made a crack.

And so, that was the moment you made a promise to yourself.

You would not be someone’s second choice. You would not collect the scraps of his affection while she—effortless, radiant, destined—was given everything you had ever wanted.

And Zayne noticed.

He noticed in the silence. In the missed calls that went unanswered, the messages left on read. In the bouquets left wilting at your doorstep, the petals curling at the edges.

Roses.

Her favorite flowers.

Not yours.

And that was all the confirmation you needed.

Zayne was never the gentleman you thought he was.

Or perhaps, he was. Just never for you.

Or maybe—maybe it was fate itself that was cruel.

Rafayel

Something inside you cracked, splintering like fragile seashells beneath careless hands—shattered beyond repair, beyond mending.

It wasn’t a sudden break. No, it had been slow, creeping in like the tide, eroding the edges of your love bit by bit, pulling pieces of you away before you could even notice you were unraveling.

And now, the final wave had come, and it had taken everything with it.

Because there he was—your Rafayel—kneeling beside her, smiling in a way you had longed to be the cause of.

The sight alone stole the breath from your lungs.

You had spent so long pretending not to notice. Ignoring the way his gaze always sought her out, the way his voice softened just a fraction when he spoke to her. You had swallowed the ache, told yourself it didn’t matter.

"That’s just the way he is," you had whispered, time and time again.

But it had never been the way he was.

It had only ever been the way he was with you.

And now, you knew why.

Rafayel hated cats.

You remembered the way his nose had scrunched when you had once tried to feed a stray by the docks, the way he had flicked his fingers as if to ward the creature away. “Little beasts,” he had muttered, half-amused, half-disgusted. “I don’t understand how you humans tolerate them.”

You had laughed then, nudging him playfully. “You’re just jealous they’re cuter than you.”

And yet—here he was.

Crouched beside her, cradling a trembling kitten in careful, delicate hands, his expression softer than you had ever seen it. His touch—usually teasing, fleeting, always just out of reach—was steady, warm, tender.

For her.

Not for you.

Something cold curled around your ribs, sinking deep, making it harder to breathe.

It was never about the kitten.

It was never about the things he couldn’t do.

It was about the things he never wanted to do for you.

And watching him now, so unguarded, so effortlessly kind, made you wish you had never met him at all.

Rage and sorrow burned through your veins, curling beneath your skin like a sickness. You wanted to rip that stupidly charming smile from his face, wanted to demand why he had never looked at you like that.

But there was no point.

So you turned and walked away.

Ignoring reality, just as you had once tried to ignore fate.

But fate never ignored you.

And something in the air told you—Rafayel wouldn’t either.

Sylus

Sylus had never been an easy man to love.

Sharp edges, cold precision—every move calculated, every word spoken with intent. He was not a man swayed by sentiment, nor was he one to entertain trivial affections.

You had known this from the start.

And yet, knowing had never stopped you from wanting.

So you learned to take what little he gave you—stolen moments in the dead of night, whispered conversations where he let the ice thaw just enough for you to believe there was something beneath it. But always, always, he kept his distance, his affections measured, restrained.

"This is who I am," he had told you once, when you asked why he never let himself soften. "I don’t have the luxury of being gentle."

You had believed him.

Until now.

Until you saw him, standing there in the dim glow of a high-rise restaurant, his head tilted ever so slightly toward her. The woman fate had written into his story, the one whose presence seemed to unravel him in ways you never could.

His fated one.

And in front of them, two untouched glasses of wine.

Wine.

The very thing he had refused to share with you.

"I don’t drink with others," he had said once, his voice clipped, final. "It's a pleasure reserved for my time alone."

But now, here he was. Sharing a glass with her. His fingers resting idly against the stem of his glass, his expression unreadable yet undeniably present. He was here. Fully. With her.

A man who never entertained distractions, utterly enthralled.

The way he looked at her—it was something different. Something you had never been granted. There was no calculation in his gaze, no careful restraint. No cold, distant amusement.

Just quiet acceptance. As if she had been meant to sit beside him all along.

And that was when you knew.

You could tear yourself apart, try to become everything he had ever wanted, and it still wouldn’t matter. Because fate had already made the choice for him.

And it wasn’t you.

Still, you lingered a moment longer, letting the pain settle, letting it carve its lesson deep into your ribs.

And then, without a word, you turned and left.

Because you, too, could learn to be cold.

Caleb

Caleb had always been warm. That was the problem.

He had a way of making you believe you belonged there—tucked into his arms, held close by quiet promises and easy smiles. He made you think you mattered.

But there was always her.

His childhood best friend.

Not bound by fate, not chosen by some cosmic force—just there. Always. In every story he told, in every old memory that made his eyes soften with something you could never quite reach. The one who had been with him before you, the one who had held his hand through storms you’d never even known existed.

And you told yourself it wasn’t a competition.

Until the night you saw them.

The neon lights of the karaoke bar cast the whole street in a soft glow, music and laughter spilling from inside as you walked past—until something, someone, made your steps falter.

Through the open doors, past the booths and glowing screens, you saw him.

Caleb.

Standing there, microphone in hand, singing.

With her.

The sight knocked the breath from your lungs.

"I don’t like singing in front of people," he had told you once, shaking his head with a sheepish smile when you begged him to join you for just one song. "It’s embarrassing. I just—I can’t, okay?"

But now, here he was.

Swaying slightly, smiling as their voices blended together in a song you didn’t recognize. It wasn’t perfect—his voice cracked in places, he missed a beat or two—but that didn’t matter. Because he was trying. Because he was enjoying it.

Because she made him feel safe enough to do what he had never done for you.

Your stomach twisted.

It had never been about singing.

It had been about you.

You should have walked away then. Should have swallowed the lump in your throat and turned back, should have spared yourself the cruel spectacle of watching them.

But you didn’t.

You stayed long enough to see the way he laughed when she nudged him playfully. The way he looked at her, unguarded, free. The way she reached for his hand without hesitation—because she knew it would always be there, waiting for her.

And for the first time, you realized—maybe you had never been holding his hand at all. Maybe you had only been grasping at the space he left behind.

Something cold settled in your chest.

You didn’t wait for him to notice you.

You just turned, and left, without a sound.

And Caleb, too caught up in a song meant for someone else, never even saw you go.

[rosepinks-world]

DUDE! SHE LIKES YOU BACK

spencer reid x fem! reader

synopsis: in which reader has returned from a field injury and Spencer surprises her.

Being shot wasn’t the badass experience all those cop shows made it out to be. It hurt, like a bitch and the recovery made you feel weak and useless. You werent allowed to work and were limited to doing paperwork from home.

However, today was the first day Hotch had allowed you to come into the office and work. Everything remained the same, the vending machine in the hall still required a good kick for it to actually give up the food inside, the ladies bathroom still had that one out of order stall and all your employees hadn’t changed one bit.

The thing that did catch you by surprise was the sight of beautiful spasms of colour put into a glass full of water.

Flowers.

They looked way too particular to be the generic $5 bouquet that had been bought from a supermarket. There were pink tulips, a few stems of lavender, peonies and a delicate sunflower in the middle of them all and the stems were wrapped in a white bow which was now drenched into the water but was further proof for its individuality.

You took a seat at your desk picking up the flowers and inspecting them closely, an attempt to see if anyone had left a note- a clear sign as to who sent them but your question was soon answered when a familiar voice sounded behind you.

“Oh! Do you like them?”

Spencer.

Before you could even say anything to him he started rambling

“I read up about botany and found out many believe that pink tulips symbolise affection and care, lavender represents healing and that peonies present good luck.” He paused his explanation by pulling his lips into one of his straight lined smile and nodding his head nervously.

“Oh! And the sunflower was just because I thought it looked pretty and you have Van Goughs portrait in your apartment.”

You smiled laughing at the clear thought he put into them. He looked like he want to say something else but you interrupted him by pulling him into a hug pressing your head into his neck. He seemed surprised at the hug but willingly reciprocated and wrapped his arms around your lower back. You both ignored the wolf whistle clearly made by Derek.

“Thank you, Spence, they’re beautiful.”

He blushed at the gratitude, “It’s the least I could do after your injury. Speaking of can I help you with anything?”

You laughed sitting down, ”God no. Thank you. But seriously, everyone is making this way big of a deal than it actually is. I’m not running a marathon I’m just writing files.”

He laughed again the blush still evident on his cheeks. You stood up and announced you would be right back - fleeing to grab more files from Hotch. The coworkers who saw all began heckling Spencer at what just happened.

“My man! Who knew pretty boy had this much game?” Derek hollered slapping Spencer’s back. Whilst Penelope almost jumped up and down in delight. “Oh my god they’re gonna have baby geniuses.”

“Garcia I gave her flowers not an engagement ring.” Spencer stated.

“Who’s getting an engagement ring?” Emily asked finally arriving for work.

“Nobody…yet” Penelope answered wiggling her eyebrows and walking back to her lair.

Spencer was so pleased with himself but a question Emily asked made his blood run cold.

“Yikes! Who got L/N flowers?”

“Me. Why? Is that a problem? Oh god is she allergic? I should have known!”

“No it’s just she hates flowers. I offered to get her some after she told me her had cat passed but she told me not to and that although she was grateful she couldn’t imagine a worse gift.”

Spencer’s eyes were practically gouging out of his head with anxiety and Derek couldn’t help but laugh as he joined the two.

Spencer looked between them rapidly and stuttered out, “What? But she gave me a hug and said they were beautiful? Do, do you think she lied?”

Emily raised her eyebrows mouth opening as she let out a knowing laugh. Derek looked at her and soon reacted similarly.

“What?” Spencer asked growing annoyed feeling like a child being left out of a game by their peers.

Derek offered an explanation. “You know how you’re a germaphobe but had no problem making out with Lila Archer that one time in the pool?”

Spencer blushed with embarrassment, “Why do you always bring that up?”

Emily rolled her eyes brushing him off and added to the point. “Spencer I think this is one of those situations.”

He furrowed his eyebrows confused. And Emily leaned in waiting for him to get it. His brows remained furrowed as he spoke again.“I don’t get it. Is this supposed to mean something?”

Derek rolled his eyes all concepts of being subtle gone out of the window.

“Dude! She likes you back.”

[witchywithwhiskey]

the alpha next door

pairing: alpha!steve rogers x omega!female reader

summary: you and your neighbor are harboring feelings for each other, but both of you think the other is too sweet. then, things take a turn when your first heat since moving in hits, revealing the depth of your feelings for the alpha next door—and his for you.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), omegaverse AU tropes (heats, knots, purring, mating, scenting), piv sex, breeding kink/pregnancy kink (reader's on birth control tho), accidental voyeurism, masturbation (m + f), dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, little bit of mommy kink, size kink, pet names (baby), mutual pining, idiots in love, dual pov

word count: 8.9k

a/n: here's my entry for @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420's Cum Together Extravaganza!!! i used the A/B/O AU and breeding kink prompts—and this is my very first omegaverse fic!!! so uhhh please be kind because i don't know what i'm doing 😅 also loosely inspired by "too sweet" by hozier!! anyway, this ended up a lot longer than i thought it would be....whoops!! hope y'all enjoy!!!

When you first moved into the little pink cottage next door, Steve Rogers decided that you were too sweet for an ex-soldier alpha like him. An omega like you was filled with sunshine and gentleness, and you deserved an alpha who would treat you like the precious thing you were. 

The kindest thing Steve could do for you was stay away. The thoughts you inspired in his alpha hindbrain had him hating the rough and greedy animal side of himself. He wanted to dig his fingers into your plush hips and bend you over, make you present your pretty little body in the way the alpha in him craved. 

But he reminded himself you were too sweet. Too sweet for the obscene thoughts that plagued his mind. Too sweet to be defiled by a big alpha like him. Too sweet to be swollen and round and glowing because you were carrying his child…

Still, you were his neighbor and Steve couldn’t avoid you entirely, even though everything he saw only reaffirmed his belief that you were too good for him. 

The little pink cottage beside his house had come with a front garden filled with pink roses and all manner of other pink flowers that Steve couldn’t even begin to name, but you tended to them like you’d planted them yourself. Steve would get home from work, park his truck in his driveway—which had a perfect view of your front garden. He’d watch you from behind his tinted windows as you took care of your flowers, looking like a garden fairy come to life.

When Steve eventually grew uncomfortable with how long he’d been watching you, he would get out of his truck and call a gruff hello to you as he made his way inside. Your melodic voice returning his greeting would follow him into his house, where he’d close his door and lean against it, panting like he’d just escaped a warzone while his cock strained against his jeans. But Steve wouldn’t stoop to jerking himself off to the thought of you—at least not while you were just outside. 

On weekends, Steve would work in his backyard, mowing the grass and tending to the shrubs that ran along the line separating his property from yours. When the weather was nice and pleasantly warm, you would sit out on your small back porch, curled up in a wicker chair reading some book or another.

Steve would offer to mow your lawn, just for an excuse to stay outside longer, and be a little bit closer to you. You’d let him, and thank him for his efforts by giving him some ice cold lemonade, smiling up at him while he drank it. Steve wasn’t the least bit surprised the lemonade was more sweet than tart. 

As the weeks and months passed since you’d moved in, Steve couldn’t help but feel his desire for you growing, becoming a living thing curling around his heart, making it beat for you. You were the sweetest and prettiest omega he’d ever met, and he’d be lucky to be your alpha, but he kept his distance, certain you could do better than him.

That is, until your first heat after moving in next door changed everything.

That was when Steve learned you were far more than the innocent little omega he’d determined you to be—you were a creature of sex and desire, made to take an alpha’s knot and be pumped full of come in the hopes that their seed would take root in your womb. When your heat hit fully, your keening wails echoed from your cottage, and they were a siren song that called directly to Steve’s alpha heart.

But he kept himself away. After all, there were polite ways of going about these things, and he’d never even asked you out on a date, so he certainly wasn’t going to assume you wanted his help to get you through your heat. Besides, you hadn’t asked for him to join you, anyway.

That didn’t stop Steve from keeping an eye on you, though.

He’d noticed the slight change in your scent a few days before your heat truly set in, his cock reacting even more to your perfect omega body than normal. Steve felt like he was walking around with a constant bulge in his pants after getting a single whiff of your scent, but he ignored the niggling feeling telling him he needed to be close to you and did his best to hide his reaction. He knew you had other things to worry about than the comfort of the alpha next door. 

Even though something in him compelled him to go to you, Steve couldn’t bring himself to walk over to your cottage. It occurred to him that even if you didn’t want him to help you through your heat, he could offer to go to the store to get the food and provisions you’d need. But he didn’t. He was worried about what he’d do if he looked into your home and saw your nest and smelled your sweet perfume. 

So Steve kept his distance, watching you from his truck and the windows of his house as you brought home a week’s worth of provisions—protein bars and sports drinks that would keep you nourished enough to make it through your heat. Steve wished he could carry the heavy-looking bags into your home, but his cock was pitching a tent in his sweatpants, and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with the way his alpha body reacted to your omega scent. 

Finally, as your heat drew closer, you locked up your cottage, closing all the windows and drawing all the curtains. Steve couldn’t help but notice, though, that you left the skylight in your bedroom cracked open a tiny bit. Steve’s alpha hindbrain itched at the thought that you’d only left it open because you couldn’t close it yourself, and he had to hold himself back from going over to your cottage to offer to close it.

Steve knew omegas liked to keep their nests dark and warm and locked up tight. They wanted to keep all the scents created during a heat trapped in their nest, at least until their heat broke. So it was curious that you’d left the skylight open, even a little bit. 

But when your heat hit in earnest that evening, your pitiful whimpers and desperate moans filtering through the open window and directly to Steve’s ears—through the window of his bedroom that he’d thrown open the moment he’d heard you—he forgot about what omegas typically wanted. Instead, all the blood in his body rushed to his cock, making him harder than he’d ever been in his life. 

Steve stood at the window of his bedroom, which overlooked your cottage, his eyes glazing over as he listened to you pant and whine and cry out for an alpha that wasn’t coming. Because of course Steve had noticed that no alpha had arrived to help you through your heat. He assumed you were using any number of the toys that were sold precisely to help unmated omegas get through their heats without an alpha’s help. 

But it meant you were alone, in your nest, riding out your heat on some silicone knot. That thought nearly made Steve storm from his house and barge into your cottage to demand you let him help you, but he reminded himself you were too sweet, too sweet, too sweet for him. So instead, he fisted his cock and listened to your raspy pleas fill the night sky.

“Need your knot, alpha, oh god, please,” you babbled, your voice beautifully melodic to Steve even when you were desperately begging for something he knew he shouldn’t give you. “Fill me up, daddy, I need it—need your knot, alpha—daddy, daddy, alpha, please, please, please!” Your moans grew louder and Steve could only imagine the thick silicone knot that was filling you up the way he should be filling you.

One of Steve’s hands gripped the frame of his window tightly, using the feel of the wood digging into his palm to keep himself grounded as he physically fought with his alpha instincts. He wanted to break into your cottage and rip your toys away from you so he could help you through your heat. Like he was meant to. It should be him inside you, sinking into your warm, welcoming cunt while you looked up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours.

Steve’s other hand gripped his cock, pumping his hard, stiff length with a fist so tight, it was nearly punishing. It helped a little, but his fist was a far cry from your perfect cunt, which would be gushing with wetness and so hot, Steve would feel like he was sinking into heaven and hell at the same time. And when he came, it wouldn’t be anywhere near as satisfying as emptying his balls right against your cervix, pumping your womb full of his seed while knot locked your bodies together so it would be almost certain he’d knock you up. 

That is, if you weren’t on birth control. Which most unmated omegas were, Steve reminded himself.

Still, the alpha in him was a beast barely caged—he wanted to breed you. 

Steve wanted to see you impaled on his cock and his knot, so bloated from how full you were with his come that he could see it in the way your belly bulged, giving a preview of what you’d look like growing with his child. He wanted to knock you up, he wanted to see you swollen and round with his pup. 

He wanted to keep fucking you even as you carried his child, watching you bounce on his knot, your tits swollen with milk and your belly big and round while he tried to fill your womb with another before you’d even popped out the first. Steve wanted to keep you pregnant all the time, your pretty little omega body always ripe and swollen with his pups, taking his knot and his come every moment of the day so he could make sure you were always glowing with the radiance of motherhood.

It was that image of you—beautiful and knocked up, your eyes hazy with pleasure that came only from being impaled on his cock, and being locked on his knot—that made Steve come. 

He grunted as the pleasure of his fist and his thoughts of you finally became too much, wrapping both his hands around his thick length, one squeezing his knot while the other pumped the rest of his shaft. His come erupted from the tip, streaming over the windowsill and dripping down to his bare feet on the wooden floor of his bedroom.

A growl tore from Steve’s lips while he came, a deep, dark part of his alpha hindbrain responding furiously to the fact that he was wasting his seed. He should be emptying his balls deep in your fertile cunt while your slick walls gripped his knot and milked every drop of his seed into your womb, where it belonged. 

Steve’s release seemed to last for ages, longer than he’d ever experienced before, and if it wasn’t for the fact that his head finally started to clear when it abated, he would’ve been worried he’d gone into rut. But finally, Steve surfaced from the depths of his pleasure, and winced when he remembered the thoughts that had made him come.

Steve was appalled by the direction in which his imagination had gone, and felt guilty for imagining you in such a state as pregnant and bouncing on his cock—even as the reminder made his cock leak one last spurt of his release. Cursing and castigating himself, Steve moved away from the window to clean himself up and wipe down the spot where he’d been standing. 

The entire time he was cleaning up after himself, Steve felt off-balance. He’d never felt such a pull toward an omega before you, and he’d never been so close to going into rut just from listening to an omega whimper and moan. If he didn’t know better, he would think you were his mate—the one omega in the whole world who was perfect for him. 

But Steve pushed that thought aside and reminded himself you were too sweet for an alpha like him. You might’ve sounded desperate and needy while you suffered through your heat alone, but you deserved better than an alpha who could think of nothing else besides pumping you full of come and knocking you up with his child.

Steve felt disturbed all over again when he thought of the vivid, obscene things he’d imagined while he’d jerked himself off. He’d never been the type of alpha to get off on the idea of breeding, let alone pictured anyone swollen with his kid while they were impaled on his cock. Steve felt so far out of his depth, he swiped his clean hand down his face to try to regain the equilibrium that had been shattered by your pretty omega sounds.

Thankfully, you’d gone blessedly quiet at some point when Steve had been coming all over his windowsill. He tossed the rag he’d used to clean up his mess into the laundry and flopped down on his bed, knowing he wouldn’t be getting any rest that night. It was a good thing he’d called out of work on heat leave.

Even as Steve lay in his bed, the refrain that you were too sweet for him repeating in his mind, he couldn’t help hoping that you were getting some much-needed rest. He’d never been one to worry over much about whether someone was sleeping or eating, but he wondered if you’d had a protein bar and drank a sports drink before falling asleep. He knew you needed to keep up your strength if you’d make it through your heat. 

His thoughts spinning around in his mind, Steve fell into a light, fitful sleep, his alpha hindbrain remaining alert and attuned to the sounds coming from your cottage. Little did he know, it wouldn’t be long before everything would change. Something would happen that would force Steve to finally give in to the connection between him and the omega next door.

When you woke on the second morning of your heat, it was to a burning need cutting through your core, urging you to roll onto your knees and sink down on the silicone knot toy that had slipped from your pussy while you slept. Unbidden, the face of the alpha next door, Steve Rogers, popped into your mind and you sobbed through another wave of aching desire, wishing desperately that he was with you to help you through your heat.

You hadn’t met the alpha until after you’d moved into the little pink cottage next door to his much larger home, and you were instantly smitten with the former soldier. He was big—so much bigger than you—with broad shoulders and bulging biceps that were barely hidden beneath the tight t-shirts he always seemed to wear. But it was Steve’s thighs that were always so distracting to you, so thick they made you want to ride them until your slick was drenching his jeans.

A pitiful moan fell from your lips as you reached between your thighs, grasping blindly for the toy you’d discarded in your sleep. With your face still shoved into a pillow and sleep still clinging to the edges of your consciousness, you slid down on the thick silicone cock, pretending it belonged to Steve. 

The alpha next door was just so…sweet. 

It hadn’t taken you long after moving into your cottage to learn your neighbor’s schedule, and you made sure to always be working in the garden in front of your home when he got back from work. You lived for the growly greetings he would call to you, and the faint blush that would graze his cheekbones, like he was shy around you, his harmless omega neighbor. 

And on the weekends, when you knew Steve wasn’t working, you sat on your back porch reading—though you were more often ogling the fit alpha’s shoulders and arms as he worked in his backyard. The sun would shine on Steve’s blond hair and make him look like a golden god, with sparkling blue eyes that would occasionally flick in your direction, though you didn’t think he was really looking at you.

Of course, when he’d offer to mow your lawn, you’d let him. Then, to show the alpha your thanks, you’d make him some nice refreshing lemonade. If that meant you could watch him quench his thirst while you imagined his sweet mouth on your body, drinking your slick as eagerly as he drank your lemonade, then that was just a bonus to being a good neighbor. Right?

It had become abundantly clear to you that you harbored a crush on Steve, and it was nearly excruciating living next to him when he didn’t seem interested in making a move on his omega neighbor. After all, it had been months, and he’d been nothing but friendly and respectful and sweet. 

It was obvious, at least to you, that Steve was too sweet for you—too sweet to be the rough, dominant alpha you craved. Too sweet to bend you over and impale you on his thick cock with one stroke. Too sweet to shove his knot into your cunt and make you come so hard you saw stars. Too sweet to knock you up over and over again, filling up that big house of his with pups that you’d created together. 

You’d told yourself it was for the best that Steve kept his distance. If he couldn’t be what you needed, then you didn’t want your crush to develop into unrequited feelings. But your heart didn’t listen, so you kept putting yourself in situations where you’d get to see your neighbor—working in your front garden when he got home, sitting on your back porch while he was in his backyard. 

Then, you began to feel your heat coming on, and your thoughts about the alpha next door only worsened. It wasn’t uncommon anymore for unmated omegas to ask alpha friends or acquaintances to help them through their heats, but the prospect of asking Steve for his help, getting to come all over his knot for days on end, and then trying to go back to the way things were sounded torturous. 

Instead, you went about your heat preparations as you always did, gathering supplies from the grocery store and stocking up the minifridge in your bedroom with sports drinks while you piled your bedside table high with protein bars. You closed and locked all the doors and windows of your cottage, drawing the curtains tight to keep out the sun. 

You knew you were a bit of an odd omega, and you didn’t like total darkness in your nest, which was why you had been the only one interested in the little cottage. It had a skylight in the bedroom that any other omega would want closed and covered during their heat. The window itself was covered in a film that dampened most of the direct  sunlight and you enjoyed the natural light, even when you were deep in your heat, so it was perfect for you.

It occurred to you, as you were preparing your room, that if you cracked open the skylight, the sounds you made during your heat would filter out from your cottage. Your desperate cries for a knot might even be heard by the alpha next door…

Later, you’d blame your decision to leave the skylight open on the dangerous combination of your pre-heat brain and the exquisite agony of your crush on Steve. But by that time, the little decision you’d made in the urgency of your heat preparations would’ve irrevocably changed your life—for the better—and you wouldn’t give a thought to regretting what you’d done.

Still, on that second morning of your heat, when you were woken by the need to be knotted and flooded with come, you didn’t even remember that you’d decided to leave the skylight open. So you had no idea whether it was working or not, whether Steve could hear you—but he wasn’t far from your thoughts as you rode your silicone alpha toy, trying to slake the need that burned through your body. 

Your heats were always a little hazy, like most omega’s, with desire and need pounding through your blood so insistently, you couldn’t form any coherent thoughts. Your mind could only focus on getting a cock inside you, then a knot and, if you’d had an alpha to help you, the gush of their come. Since you were so mindless, you uttered words that you’d forgotten the second they fell from your lips.

The first night of your heat, when you’d had a moment of clear-headedness enough to gulp down a sports drink and scarf a protein bar, you’d hoped you hadn’t cried out anything that would embarrass you—like Steve’s name. You’d had a vague memory of calling out for an alpha, which was normal for an unmated omega, and a daddy, which was normal for you, given your desires when you weren’t going through your heat. But you’d breathed a sigh of relief when you didn’t remember calling out for Steve specifically. 

You couldn’t imagine what would happen if you cried out Steve’s name while in heat. But you were about to find out.

The silicone toy in your cunt wasn’t cutting it. It had been just fine that first night, though you hadn’t felt as satisfied as you normally did, and you hadn’t slept as long as you typically did in between waves of your heat. Something about this heat felt different. You weren’t just desperate for an alpha’s knot and come, you wanted more…

You wanted a pup. You wanted an alpha’s cock shoved deep in your cunt, unloading their come against your cervix, filling your womb with a seed that would take and knock you up. You wanted to be bred—and not just by any alpha. You wanted the alpha next door to breed you.

Steve. You wanted Steve. You needed Steve. 

“Please,” you gasped, the word leaving your lips as you thought of your big, sweet alpha neighbor. His face came easily to your mind, those sparkling blue eyes and soft lips, that strong jaw and the way a blush turned his cheeks the most perfect shade of pink. “Please, alpha, need your knot, need your come,” you whined, speaking to the image of Steve in your mind.

You pushed yourself up onto your knees, grabbing one of the many pillows from your bed and shoving it between your thighs, forcing the silicone alpha cock deeper into your cunt. Still, it wasn’t enough, even as you tried to make due. 

You rocked your hips, trying to replicate the feeling of fucking yourself on an alpha’s cock, but it paled in comparison. A desperate whine worked its way up your throat, filling your room and slipping from the skylight into the morning air.

“Please, daddy, wanna have your baby,” you cried, your hands going to your tits and tugging on your nipples so roughly, pleasure and pain swirled through your body, creating a tornado of sensation that only fed the need burning in your core. “Wan’ you to knock me up, alpha, wanna give you pups, wan’ you to suck on my milky tits while you fuck me, daddy.” You groped your breasts, pinching your nipples like you were milking yourself, the sensations making your cunt gush slick all over the toy inside you. 

The pleasure was gathering in your core, making you more desperate to reach the pinnacle of your climax. Your hips worked, humping the pillow and cock between your thighs, shoving yourself down against the knot at the base of the toy, knowing it was what you needed to come, but your pussy was still too tight to take it. 

“Oh god, I need it, alpha, I need it, I need it,” you babbled mindlessly, fucking yourself furiously on the toy and still wishing it was Steve’s cock. 

You pictured him beneath you, his cheeks tinged pink, not with a blush, but with the flush of his desire for you, his blue eyes nearly black from his pupils blowing wide as he stared up at you. His soft mouth parted as he groaned, his thick cock buried in your tight cunt, twitching as you squeezed him.

It was with that image in your mind that the fateful words spilled from your lips. You cried out desperately, “Knock me up, daddy, gimme your pup, please—please, breed me, Steve!” 

So close to the edge of your release, you barely heard the distant crashing sound that echoed between your little cottage and the house that belonged to the alpha next door. All you heard were your gasping breaths and mindless moans, the toy shoving into your cunt making low squelching noises that only managed to turn you on more. 

It was only when a much closer smashing sound preceded the swirl of cool morning air infiltrating your home, and flooding into your nest, that you were able to drag your attention away from your own desperate frustration. Your omega instincts were going haywire, part of you telling you something was wrong, while another part unfurled and shifted, like a flower blooming toward the sun. 

Blinking your eyes to clear away the haze of your heat, your mouth fell open in an ‘o’ of surprise at the sight of the alpha in your bedroom doorway. 

Steve’s big body filled the doorway, his hands clutching the wooden frame while his chest heaved with heavy breaths. It looked like he was trying to hold himself back, his grip so tight on your doorframe that a distant part of your mind worried it might splinter beneath his palms. But you couldn’t think too closely about that, not when your neighbor was staring at you with a crazed look in his eyes, like he wanted to fill you with his knot as badly as you wanted to be filled.

Your too sweet alpha neighbor’s mouth—which was normally curved in a soft, friendly smile—was twisted with ferocious lust, and when he spoke, his voice was a rough growl like nothing you’d ever heard from Steve. 

“Invite me into your bed,” he rumbled, the order clear in his voice even if he didn’t use his alpha command. “Ask me to help you through your heat, tell me you want me here,” he went on through clenched teeth, an edge of desperation in his tone that called your heart—and your cunt. “Tell me you want me, omega.” His fingers gripped the doorframe tighter, and you heard the wood creak beneath his strength. 

Your pussy spasmed and your heart lurched when Steve called you by your designation, but it was when his scent hit you that you felt something inside your being shift and lock into place. Steve smelled like home—like safety and security and love. He smelled like a future of wrangling children together and making love together and sitting on a porch swing together and growing old together. 

In that moment, you knew what your instincts had known from the moment you met Steve—he was your mate. He was the one alpha in all the world who was meant for you, just as you were the omega meant for him. And once you knew that, it was the easiest thing in the world to part your lips and beg him to join you in your nest, in your bed, and help you through your heat.

“Please, Steve—please, mate, please help me,” you begged, your voice breathy with need and excitement, tears of joy shining in your eyes. 

Something shifted in Steve’s expression when you called him your mate. You watched as he took a deep breath, scenting you the way you had him. A riot of emotions swirled in those beautiful blue eyes of his—disbelief, acknowledgement, acceptance, satisfaction, pride. You saw the moment he realized what you’d only just discovered, a smile flickering at the corner of his mouth.

“My omega, my mate,” Steve growled, finally letting go of the doorframe and launching himself at you.

Finally—finally—Steve was coming to you, closing the distance between you, and you’d never been happier in all your life. The alpha next door was your mate, and you hoped that meant he would be more than willing to knock you up and breed you like you needed.

Steve had woken from his fitful sleep to the sound of your sweet cries that morning, though they sounded much more desperate to his ears. He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination or not, but you sounded less than satisfied with whatever toy you were using and Steve slid a hand down to his already hard cock, thinking you should’ve been riding him instead of some silicone dick.

He’d lazily stroked his cock, trying to restrain himself from coming all over his stomach, while listening to your increasingly desperate cries. Steve had fisted a hand in the sheets of his bed, hoping it would be enough to hold himself back from storming over to your cottage and taking your heat into his own hands. 

Then, Steve heard you cry out his name and something in him snapped. Before he even knew what he was doing, he’d thrown on some boxer briefs and stormed out of his bedroom, leaping down the stairs and throwing open the front door of his house so ferociously, he’d ripped it off some of the hinges. 

Not even caring that he was leaving his door open, Steve charged over to your cottage, taking a little bit more care with your front door when he broke the lock and pushed it open, flinging it closed behind him. He knew it was likely stuck closed thanks to the broken lock, but Steve only cared that it would prevent anyone else from getting into your home. He’d deal with getting out later. Much later.

Finally, Steve got to the doorway of your bedroom, your nest, and he’d stumbled to a stop at the sight that lay before him.

You were perched in the center of your big bed, a pillow wedged between your thighs, the knot of a toy barely visible while you humped futilely on the fake cock. Your delicate fingers groped your tits, squeezing your soft flesh and pinching your nipples like you were milking yourself—that thought making even more blood rush to Steve’s cock. Desperate whimpers and whines fell from your lips, more pleas to be knocked up and filled with pups, and they were nearly his undoing.

At the last second, Steve gripped the doorframe, holding himself back from pouncing on you, as he tried to remember why he shouldn’t be there. You were an unmated omega, in heat, and he hadn’t gotten permission to be in your nest, let alone help you through your heat. And you were too sweet for him…

God, you looked sweet, though. Sweet enough that Steve’s mouth watered with the thought of how slick you were, how good you would taste on his tongue. Even from the doorway, he could see the way your wetness had soaked the pillow between your thighs. He wanted to taste you, to scent you, he wanted you. 

Steve was seconds away from launching himself at you when your gaze finally landed on him. It was the delighted surprise in your eyes that urged him to ground out a desperate plea for consent to enter your room and help you through your heat. Blessedly, you seemed coherent enough to answer—but you didn’t only answer and beg for his help, you called him your mate.

That word struck a chord in Steve’s chest, his heart pounding even harder at the impossible prospect that you were his mate—that you were meant to be his. But he took a deep breath, taking in the scent of you and opening himself up to the possibility that you were his. 

You even smelled sweet, like the pink roses in your front garden—or, rather, the peace Steve felt when he came home to find you tending to your flowers. You smelled like the warmth of a gentle fire and the giddiness of butterfly kisses. You smelled like life, like the time unfurling before the two of you, years and decades spent with each other, making each other happy. 

It was as if Steve truly came alive for the first time when he scented you, and the last tether of the self-restraint holding him back from you snapped. 

“My omega, my mate,” he rumbled in a low purr, a voice he’d never even heard himself use before. But he didn’t have time to think about that too closely—he only knew he needed to get to you. 

As quickly as he could, Steve surged into your room, tearing off his boxer briefs—the only clothing he’d had the presence of mind to put on, and he was thankful for it, since it saved him the grief of a public indecency charge—in the few steps it took to get to your bed.

By the time Steve tackled you into the tangle of blankets and pillows, he was naked as the day he was born, his cock throbbing with need and brushing against swaths of your soft, bare skin, leaving his precum behind. The alpha cradled your body in his strong arms as he rolled you beneath him, his narrow hips slotting perfectly between your plush thighs, his hard length resting against your mound. 

But there was something in his way, something that shouldn’t be inside you and Steve couldn’t help but growl, “Get that fucking toy out of my cunt, ‘mega.” He softened the fury in his voice with light, fleeting kisses to your cheeks and temple and forehead, greedy to taste the sweetness of your skin.

“Yes, alpha,” you gasped, fumbling between your bodies to wrench the silicone dick from your tight hole. 

The sweet submission in your voice was too much for Steve—he had to taste it. Slanting his lips to yours, Steve kissed you for the first time, groaning into your mouth at the wondrous feeling of your mouth beneath his. You tasted better than you smelled, like radiant sunshine bursting on his tongue and casting a golden glow over his entire body. 

Deepening the kiss, Steve plundered your mouth, stroking his tongue against yours and nipping at your lips until you were gasping and panting beneath him. Your entire body trembled with unslaked need, your fingers clinging to his bulging biceps as you cried out for him, all of which stroked Steve’s alpha ego so much, his cock twitched and leaked against your belly.

“Please, Steve—daddy—alpha—I need you inside me,” you wailed in a broken voice and Steve’s instincts took over.

He shifted his hips back, the tip of his cock finding your slick hole and he pushed forward, sinking his hard length into your cunt with one thrust. Steve’s entire world realigned, his heart stuttering in his chest at the feeling of your tight heat consuming him, overwhelming him. An animalistic groan left his lips, and he buried the sound in your neck, breathing in your scent as he tried not to come immediately.

With Steve’s cock finally buried inside you, he felt your body relax beneath him, your moan of pleasure dissolving into a sigh of relief. Steve’s hindbrain felt a deep satisfaction at the way you melted in his arms, your submission to him apparent in the loosening of your muscles. Finding your lips again, Steve kissed you sweetly, cherishing the moment of calm before your heat urged the two of you to move.

“Thank you, alpha,” you whispered, your voice soft and blissful and the most content Steve had heard it since your heat began in earnest the day before. “The toys weren’t working.” You pressed a kiss to Steve’s cheek on your way to burying your face in the crook of his neck, breathing so deeply he could hear your inhale, making his cock twitch in the depths of your pussy. 

Then, your words pierced through the haze of pleasure in Steve’s mind and he purred, smiling into your neck when you relaxed further beneath him, responding to him.

“You needed your mate, didn’t you, baby?” Steve cooed, lavishing your neck with kisses until you were whining and squirming beneath him. “Needed your daddy to pound your needy little cunt like only your alpha could, huh?” He started rolling his hips in tight circles, grinding into your cunt, his knot rubbing your clit in a way that had you clenching deliciously around him. “Needed me to pump your sweet little womb full of come, huh, needed me to give you a pup?” 

As soon as the heated words fell from Steve’s lips, he wished he could take them back. He’d heard you beg him to breed you, but that was when you were riding a silicone alpha dick, not when you were seconds away from taking Steve’s knot. 

Mentally, Steve chastised himself for letting his mouth run away from him so soon. He’d barely gotten his cock in you and he was already talking about knocking you up. He didn’t want you to think he was that kind of alpha, one that only wanted an omega to pump out babies for him—even though the thought did make Steve rock hard.

“Sorry, ‘mega,” Steve mumbled, shifting his arms beneath your body so he could cradle your head in one hand, holding you still while he rocked his hips into yours, kissing your cheek and jaw and neck and anywhere he could reach. 

“Sorry for what?” you asked on a gasp, hooking your legs around Steve’s sides and clinging to him so you could grind on his thick cock. 

Thankfully, you didn’t seem turned off or scared by Steve’s breeding talk. If anything, the way you arched your spine and shoved your cunt down on his dick made him think you liked it. But surely that couldn’t be true.

“Didn’t mean to mention pups so soon,” Steve said gruffly, hiding his face in your neck so you wouldn’t see the blush that he knew was turning his cheeks pink. 

“Oh god,” you moaned, your cunt squeezing Steve’s cock as your body writhed beneath his. “Wanna give you so many pups, alpha,” you cried, humping up from beneath Steve’s big body, riding his cock harder than you’d been riding your toy when he’d walked in. 

Steve went cross-eyed at the assault on his senses. Between the perfect heat of your slick pussy gripping his cock, teasing his knot every time you rocked against him, and the sound of your sweet voice confessing you wanted him to knock you up, Steve’s body shuddered with the effort it took not slam his knot home and flood your womb with his seed to give you exactly what you wanted.

“You like that idea, huh?” Steve rumbled, hungry passion and desire coursing through his body and urging him to move faster, to fuck you harder. He pulled out of your fluttering pussy and slammed back inside, relishing the desperate cry that left your lips and the way your fingers dug into the muscles of his arms. “You like it when your alpha tells you how much he wants to breed you?” 

Despite his best efforts, Steve could hear the thread of insecurity in his question, and he wasn’t surprised when you cupped his face and moved his head up so you could look into his eyes. What he didn’t expect was the sheer amount of pleasure and desire in your hazy gaze, or the mixture of sweetness and depravity in the little smirk you gave him.

“I do, daddy,” you said, your voice breathy but no less firm in your resolve. “I want to hear everything you’ve thought about doing to your little omega—want you to breed me, alpha.” 

Everything else in the world melted away as Steve focused on you—his omega, his mate—and the fact that he was going to try his damndest to give you what you wanted. After all, that was his duty as your alpha. You were his to take care of, to provide for, to protect, to cherish—to fuck and to knot. 

You were his to love—you were his to breed. And Steve planned on loving you and breeding you plenty.

You’d never felt anything so good as Steve sinking his thick alpha cock into your weeping cunt, and you nearly sobbed in relief as the edge of aching, burning need finally abated. This was what you needed—not a toy or any alpha’s cock, but your mate’s. Your body and omega instincts had known something was wrong, and it had taken a slip of your tongue to fix it. 

Even if it had been an accident to cry out Steve’s name, you couldn’t feel embarrassed about it, not when you finally felt something like satisfaction. The need of your heat still burned bright beneath your skin, but for a moment, you could revel in the feeling of being so intimately connected to your mate, your Steve—the alpha next door. 

The words of thanks had slipped past your lips before you could stop them, and you loved the teasing way he responded. But then you felt a shift in Steve. He’d seemed to feel guilty for mentioning pups, but even his apology turned you on, making your arousal burn hotter. Your body had been unable to still when you needed him so badly—needed to give him pups, needed to grow round with his child and know that he had claimed you in the most primal way possible. 

Your brain had short-circuited when Steve had said he wanted to breed you, but you’d still heard the anxiousness in his tone and you’d guided his head up so you could look at him. The uncertainty and guilt in Steve’s beautiful blue eyes nearly broke your heart. He was too sweet for words, wanting to make sure you were comfortable with even the words he said in the heat of the moment. 

Between one breath and the next, you fell in love with Steve Rogers. He wasn’t simply the alpha next door, he was your mate, and he was yours. A fierce possessiveness filled your chest as you smirked up at your alpha, determining to show him exactly how much you wanted everything he’d said.

“Want you to breed me, alpha,” you begged on a moan, your hips rising up off the bed to meet the brutal thrusts of your mate. “Fill me up with your pups, daddy, please, I need it!” You held Steve’s gaze, letting him see the pleasure on your face, hear the genuineness of your words. 

You saw the moment Steve’s insecurity and guilt melted into desire and determination. His blue eyes darkened and his face twisted into a mask of sinful resolve. He looked like a fallen god, with his golden hair and tanned skin, framed perfectly in the little bit of morning light filtering in through the skylight above your bed. Your pussy clenched around his cock, fluttering as he thrust inside you, teasing your hole with his knot.

“Don’t worry, ‘mega,” Steve rumbled, ducking down and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss that left you gasping for breath. He pressed his forehead to yours, staring deep into your eyes. “We’re making a baby today.”

“Yes, alpha,” you cried, spreading your legs wider in an effort to let Steve fuck you deeper. He grinned, shifting his hands to your thighs and pushing them up against your chest, folding you in half and pounding you into the bed. 

“Gonna fill up your perfect cunt with all the seed in my balls, and if it doesn’t take today, ‘m gonna fill you up until you’re overflowing with my come—until your belly’s bulging with it,” Steve growled, rutting into you with a ferociousness you never would’ve expected from your sweet alpha neighbor. But Steve’s sweetness was never far from the surface, and he proved it by lowering his voice to a deep rumble that you felt in your belly, asking, “Mm, ’s that what you want, baby, want daddy to give you a pup?”

You were pinned beneath Steve, his cock fucking you so hard, your room was filing with the wet squelching sounds of your soaking cunt and the sharp rhythm of your alpha’s thighs slapping against your own. But still, it was his words that seemed to have the most effect on you, turning you into a writhing, needy creature who’d only be satisfied when Steve emptied his balls deep in your cunt. 

“Yes, alpha,” you cried, your fingers clinging to Steve’s shoulders, digging into his warm, golden skin while he fucked you into oblivion. “Want you to knock me up, wanna give you a pup, wanna grow big and round with your child and feed you both from my milky tits,” you babbled, throwing your head back and screaming when Steve’s cock hit against your cervix, pleasure and pain swirling like an inferno in your body. “Please, daddy, god, I need it, I need it—knot me, breed, me, Steve, please!” 

“Baby,” Steve groaned, capturing your lips in another kiss while he rutted into you faster and harder, his knot pressing against your tight hole with every thrust and teasing you with the stretch of it. “You’re gonna get a pup, alright,” he growled when he pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re gonna pop out a kid for me and then I’m gonna fill you right back up.” Steve moaned, his body shuddering and you knew he was close. “Wanna watch you bounce on my cock with your belly ripe and swollen with my pups, your tits heavy with milk—the prettiest mommy and mate an alpha could ask for.” 

“Steve,” you sobbed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to hold him close, kissing him and thrusting your hips up to meet his. “Please, make me a mommy, alpha—wanna be a mommy, please, daddy, daddy, please!” Then your lips were too preoccupied with Steve’s, kissing him messily in between desperate moans while he fucked you hard and fast. 

Finally, Steve pulled back and thrust forward with so much power, his knot pushed inside your tight cunt and you screamed in pleasure, the feeling of his thick bulge stretching your tight hole sending you over the edge into the most earth-shattering release you’d felt in your life. It was a transcendental experience, coming on your mate’s cock, your alpha surrounding you and filling you up in every way possible.

As your body squeezed Steve’s cock, he groaned loudly in your ear, burying his face in your neck while his hips stuttered against yours, trying to fuck you with his knot but unable to move because your bodies were locked so tightly together. Then, with a moan of, “my mate,” you felt the moment Steve began to come. His cock twitched deep inside your cunt, a warmth filling you as he shot rope after rope of come against your cervix, filling your womb.

For a long time, the two of you stayed locked together, riding out your releases in each other’s embrace. Giggles and moans filled the room, each of you kissing the other wherever you could reach while you basked in your pleasure together. You breathed in the scent of Steve, your lips dragging up and down the column of his throat while he kissed your neck and shoulder and just beneath your ear, making you shiver. 

Eventually, when the squeezing of your cunt was reduced to a flutter and your body had milked every last drop of seed from Steve’s cock, the two of you settled. Your heat had abated for the moment. Though need still burned low in the core of your body, reminding you it wasn’t over just yet. 

But you had a bit of a respite, and you took the time to revel in you newfound mate. Turning your head, you pressed a kiss to Steve’s cheek, which was flushed pink with pleasure.

You felt Steve’s smile against your skin and then he was rising up so you could see the full blush that tinged your alpha’s cheeks. He looked so sweet and ruined, his blond hair a mess, his blue eyes bright with satisfaction, a deeply smug smile on his plump lips. 

“Feeling better, ‘mega?” he asked, though there was so much male satisfaction in his tone, you were certain he already knew the answer. 

Still, you liked seeing this side of Steve. Typically you didn’t like cocky alphas, but Steve looked so hot when he was confident, your pussy fluttered around his knot at the sight of his smirk.

“I am, daddy,” you said softly, smiling up at your alpha, enjoying the way his smirk deepened as you confirmed what he knew. You couldn’t help but stroke his ego a little more. “Now that you’re here to take care of me.”

Steve’s eyes softened and he pressed a heated kiss to your lips. “Good,” he said when he pulled away. Then his arms were wrapping around you and he rolled onto his back, dragging you with him until you were splayed across his broad chest, your bodies still locked together by his knot. 

It would deflate soon enough, but you reveled in the feeling while it lasted, snuggling into Steve’s arms. Sleep called to you, but Steve was still moving and you when you opened your eyes, you found him reaching for your stash of provisions on your bedside table.

“Gotta eat and hydrate, baby,” Steve murmured as he unwrapped a protein bar and began feeding it to you. Even though you were exhausted, you knew he was right and you let him feed you, only sitting up when it was time to gulp down some of the sports drink he offered you. “Good girl, ‘mega, doing so well for your alpha,” Steve said, praising you while you ate and drank.

When you were done, Steve tossed the empty wrappers and bottles back onto your bedside table and relaxed into the many pillows on your bed. You settled down on his chest, your body sated in every way possible, muscles going loose when your alpha began to purr. 

“Thank you, alpha,” you mumbled, the urge to sleep more insistent since you were fed. Steve’s hands smoothed down your back, tracing your spine lightly with his fingertips in a way that made you melt even further into him. 

“Don’t need to thank me,” he grumbled, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. “You’re my mate, ‘m gonna do everything I can to take care of you—and our kids.” He added the last bit like it was an afterthought, but you knew Steve meant it, and your heart warmed at his protectiveness. 

You smiled into Steve’s warm skin, nuzzling into his neck beneath his jaw, breathing in the scent of him—the scent of home—but his words made you remember something you should tell him. 

“Steve, ‘m on birth control,” you murmured sleepily, pressing a lazy kiss to the thick column of his neck. “Thought you should know.” You snorted a little, laughing at yourself for the silliness of your last statement, even though it was true.

The rumble of Steve’s purr changed as he chuckled, his strong arms tightening around your waist for a moment before he grabbed a blanket and pulled it up over your cooling bodies. “Figured, ‘mega,” he rumbled, his voice so warm, you could hear his smile. “Doesn’t mean ‘m gonna stop picturing you round with my pup, even if it’s a while before that happens.”

“Mm,” you hummed in acknowledgment, then pouted as you processed his words. “As long as it’s not a long while,” you muttered, hardly listening to what you were saying because you were so close to sleep.

Steve chuckled again, his hands squeezing you lightly. “It’ll be as long or as short as you want, baby,” he assured you in a gruff voice that was thick with just as much tiredness as yours. “I’d give you a pup today if I could.” 

You smiled, your heart filling with emotion, and pressed your lips to your alpha’s neck. You might’ve been exhausted, but it didn’t stop you from murmuring the words your heart urged you to say, “I love you, Steve.” 

Steve’s purr deepened, and he held you close, no hesitation in his voice when he said, “I love you, too.” Your alpha brushed a kiss to your cheek and smacked your ass very lightly. “Now rest, omega, we still have to get through the rest of your heat.”

You fell asleep with a smile on your face, feeling safe and protected and satisfied in the arms of your mate, your bodies still locked together by Steve’s knot. You never would’ve expected anything to come of your crush on your neighbor—and you never would’ve expected he’d be a perfect fit for your desires, let alone your mate. 

But, you knew the two of you were going to live a happy life together—and you couldn’t wait to spend every moment of it with the alpha next door.