#For now take this….no thoughts head empty…except for this

[moonstruckme]

i saw your requests are open again! maybe you’d consider weiting a follow up on that awfully cute college au lily x reader story? maybe lily is late to the date or smt but its all cute and fluffy?

just an idea and no pressure!

have a lovely day!

Thank you, hope you're having a lovely day too ml!

cw: non magical uni au, written with the 70s in mind except there's no homophobia

part 1

Lily Evans x fem!reader ♡ 694 words

You leave your class for the last time this term in a fugue. Names and definitions run through your head on a tired, neverending loop, but the opening of the doors as students flood from the building feels like your classmates letting out a collective breath. It’s a kaleidoscope of sunlight and voices and movement, and so you perhaps can’t be blamed when Lily has to call your name more than once for you to hear her. 

She’s nearly made it to you when you turn. Flushed cheeks and glittery eyes, she looks genuinely happy to see you. That pop rocks feeling starts up again in your middle. It’s a warm day, and Lily’s shoulders are out for the sun, revealing freckles scattered like fine powder down her arms and over her collarbones. 

“Hi,” you say, surprised. 

“Hi.” Lily presses a cup into your hand, leaning in to kiss your cheek. Heat radiates outward from the touch of her lips until you’re quite sure you’re aflame from the tips of your ears down to your chest. “How was your exam?” 

“I feel like it went okay,” you murmur. Shy in the way Lily’s so good at making you. You look at the cup wet with condensation in your palm. “Is this for me?” 

“Mhm.” She brushes a piece of hair behind her ear. “I thought you might like a reward after your last exam.” 

You have to bite down on your lip to suppress the full magnitude of your smile. It pleases you beyond belief that Lily knows your drink order. You’ve only had one date—and you weren’t entirely sure if it was a date for most of it. You’d talked yourself into believing it to be a simple thank-you for taking notes for her while she was asleep during your exam review. Lily might have only been a touchy person, playing with your fingers atop the table while you chatted over coffee. She probably smiled that way for everyone. She seems the outgoing, friendly sort, so it likely didn’t mean anything that she’d asked you if you fancied a walk after your drinks were both long emptied, and kept talking with you until the sun sank low over campus. 

You haven’t seen each other since then. You’d nearly convinced yourself that you were right and Lily was only being kind out of a sense of gratitude, but now here she is. 

“You remembered when my last exam was?” you ask. 

It’s gorgeous, the sweet flush that spreads across Lily’s cheeks. Your heart pitters. “Yeah,” she says, halfway to bashful. “I mean, it’s not so hard to listen to you, you know.” 

Your smile fights harder to be unleashed. You’ve been so occupied in being made nervous by Lily, you didn’t realize you held the power to make her nervous in turn. It’s thrilling. “You’re sweet,” you tell her. 

Lily’s blush worsens. “Did you—are you tired after your exam?” 

You hum. You’ve begun walking together unthinkingly, meandering through campus. “I woke up early to go over my notes one more time.” You take a long sip of your drink and sigh. “I hope it was worthwhile.” 

“I’m sure you did well.” Lily’s hand wraps around the crook of your elbow, nudging you closer so that your shoulders bump. Her fingers feel like electric sparks skittering down the inside of your forearm. She says secretively, “You’re brilliant.” 

Now it’s you hot in the face again. Back and forth, like a tennis match. “We’ll see,” you mumble, shrugging. 

Her fingers link through yours, squeezing. “You want to go home and rest?” 

“I don’t know.” You glance at her. Unsure of what she’s asking, or if she’s waiting for you to ask instead. “I might.” 

“Can I walk with you?” 

“Please,” you blurt. You and Lily both flush now, the evidence of hers visible and blatant. You’d pity her for how reactive her skin is, if only it weren’t so satisfying for you to look at. You think you both know you won’t leave her waiting outside once you get back to yours. 

“Alright,” says Lily, still glowing red and yet confident despite it. “I will, then.” 

[yup-thats-me]

—Shopping Spree • S. Mingi

𐙚pairing: bf!Mingi x gf!reader 𐙚summary: ❝your boyfriend takes you on a much needed shopping trip❞ 𐙚warnings: none 𐙚a/n: I hope you like this noonie. I apologize if I'm not describing the clothes enough. This just isn't my style. I tried :'')

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"Girl," Mingi dragged throwing a tee on Y/n's face. "How many times have you worn that tee?"

Y/n shrugged, snot looking up from the screen in her hand. "Who cares. Still wearable, isn't it?"

Mingi paused, taking the empty space beside her. Being with the girl for over two years now, Mingi knew how she could get.

When the two first got together. it honestly surprised the singer that Y/n was not crazy about clothes. Having his fair share of girls hitting him up just for the riches, Mingi thought she would be the same, given enough time.

But after months into dating, when he saw the girl hardly ever went shopping or asked for anything, except of his time and love, which he showered her in, Mingi made it his mission to dig deep. It was then that he learnt of her childhood, and everything fell in place.

"Come on," Mingi said, pulling on her wrist. "Get up."

"Where?" her brows furrowed, confused "We don't have any plans for the day."

"We do now," and the man pulled her off the couch ignoring her whines.

"Help, my hot boyfriend is kidnapping me!"

Mingi scoffed, dragging her to the front door. "Real funny, sweetheart," he replied sarcastically.

Y/n pouted, following him to the car. "I swear if its a date, Song Mingi, I will crush your head. I'm not ready!"

"Is that a threat or a promise, love?" He smirked, earning himself a smack on the head.

The drive to god-knows-where was short though. After about fifteen minutes, Mingi stopped in front of a Off-White showroom. Killing the engine, he leaned over to undo her seatbelt, pecking her lips.

"A date it is," he smiled, opening the car door for her.

Y/n hoped out, refusing to let the man see her face growing red. As Mingi rounded the car, the man slung his hand over her shoulder, pulling her close.

"Let's get you some new clothes."

"But I have−," Mingi presses a finger to your lips, shutting you effectively. "No buts."

Upon entering, the singer watched fondly as you scurried off to inspect some sneakers.

"First clothes, then we can look at them shoes," he urged, pulling you to the garments section.

Knowing it was pointless to argue, you follow him without words.

"Now lets see," the man picked out pair of parachute pants from the hanger, placing them before you as if he was dressing up a doll. "Looks good, we'll try," he shrugged.

"Are you buying them for me?"

"Who else, love," he replied, inspecting some shirts.

"Then how do you know my size? What if it doesn't fit?"

Mingin smriked, leaning down to your ear. "Have you forgotten all the nights I've held that waist of yours when I fucked you deep?"

Choking, you hit him, scurrying away from him. "Pervert," you point.

"You know me too well," he smirked.

The man dargged you each section, picking out clothes that he thinks will fit and you'll like, adding them to the bag. "This, this and this," he pointed at some crops. "Which one?"

You shrug. "Don't they all look the same?"

"Girl, you're gonna make my head hurt," Mingi sighed, adding all three to the bag. "Those are different colors!"

You were about to protest but Mingi suddenly pressed his lips to yours, rendering you speechless. "No buts, remember?"

And your favorite part - the sweats. "This," you point at one. Mingi smiled. It was the first time you chose something for yourself that afternoon.

"Alright," he smiled, taking them from your hands.

Seeing you stand there satisfied with your pick, Mingi nudged you lightly. "Go on. You need more."

Smiling, you skipped as you went through the dozens of options. Picking one and another. "Good," Mingi commented when he saw how many you picked. "Now you will not steal my sweats," he praised, placing a kiss to your forehead.

"Who says I won't?" you grin.

After your much-needed shopping spree, Mingi stopped by an ice cream truck. "Care for an ice cream?"

"If I ever say no to that, shoot me in the head," you say before jumping out the door.

Smiling, he followed you like a lovesick fool.

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[blossomcola]

hello! can i request all g!p aespa x sub fem!reader please? thank you so much! :]

pairing. school gang!gp aespa x sub!student fem reader

content warnings. dubcon.

the concept that aespa is using for ‘dirty work’ makes me think of a gang!aespa or them as the problematic group of high school... that typical group of unruly students who don't seem to care about the rules and are always in the principal’s office for causing more than one scandal a day.

karina would be the leader or the one in charge of the group, this doesn’t mean that she is the most problematic but she is the one who gives the orders or commands. she would be the first to notice your existence, always looking at you in the hallways when she and her group are leaning against the walls and talking about stupid things, talking to the girls but having their gaze fixed on you with a gleam that you can’t clearly decipher what it is. i feel like she would also be the first to make a move, taking advantage of her beauty and popularity to talk to you because no one can resist her, except you who seems to refuse to have a conversation with her??? the good thing is that karina is stubborn and it doesn’t take long for her to push you into an empty classroom, cornering you against the teacher’s desk and managing to climb onto it thanks to the fact that she is stronger than you. and well, no matter how hard you try to fight, you end up giving in one way or another when one of her hands holds your wrists above your head while the other goes down to reach the waistband of your pants and practically rip them off your legs along with your underwear, exposing your dripping pussy to karina’s gaze <3 of course she gets cocky and it wouldn’t take long for her to tease you, saying “awww, this wet for me?” with a stupid smile on her pretty face... although you can’t complain either because she is quick to slide her cock inside your warm sex, making you whimper pathetically and having to cover your mouth with her palm because karina can be problematic, but getting a report for fucking in a classroom is the last thing she wants! so you just have to lie there and be good to her while she breds you.

the real baddie, giselle. i feel like she wouldn’t be that interested in you because honestly she doesn’t care that much about you but she’s had her eye on you since you always looked at her badly and apparently talked bad about her behind her back about meaningless things or even go so far as to invent things and let yourself be carried away by rumors that other people told you with the purpose of getting you to spread them further. giselle isn’t an idiot and she knows this, but giving you what you deserve for being a loudmouth is the best thing she can come up with. she would ask you out in the parking lot so you could confront her and tell her in the face everything you say behind her back, but you both know it’s too much for you that you’d probably pee your pants trying to be smart with her... so she would have no problem taking you to the backseat of her car and fucking the bad attitude out of you <3 giselle wouldn’t even bother to lift a finger because she would leave all the work to you, so watching you struggle to take her cock completely without complaining or saying anything about it’s something she loves. riding her while she just lies back and pats your ass every now and then seems to be the best way to calm your attitude.

the calmest of all is winter but because she spends so much time drooling over you that she doesn’t have any other thoughts in that little head. i picture her as the type who when you walk past her in the hallway would probably give you a blatant look or she would probably whistle softly but at the same time she would do it in a tone high enough for you to hear it because she wants to get your attention, besides her thoughts are not as depraved as those of karina and giselle. winter is more like... a shameless pervert who can’t be bothered to hide her clear attraction to you, of course. this would lead her to have her eyes on you all the time, practically undressing you with her gaze and making you uncomfortable to a certain extent, but she doesn’t care! and it’s noticeable when one day you’re alone washing your hands in the school bathroom sinks and she just happens to come out of one of the stalls... winter’s presence is more than uncomfortable by nature and it is worse when you cross glances with her through the mirror, but you don’t have time to think much because she is faster and soon corners you against the sink ceramic, pressing her erection against your ass and making you feel the outline of her cock even through the thick fabric of her school uniform jogging pants — winter also takes advantage of this to start groping your body freely, not caring that you try to stop her and move away from her touch :( one hand closes over your mouth to silence you while the other slides between your thighs, pushing your panties aside so winter can finally slide her cock inside you and give you the good fucking you deserve <3 she would even hold your face so you could look at your reflection in the mirror in front of you and see how pathetic you look when you were fucked from behind, not even caring how your legs shake from her rudeness because she would end up bending you over the sink and fucking you until lunch.

and ningning... a mixture of all of them together. your meeting with her is more casual because it’s in the middle of a party, where the place is so crowded that you don’t realize you’re dancing and grinding against it because the lights are colored or flashing, realizing it’s her when you hear her whisper in your ear and let out a soft giggle. at this point you’ve been so used by her group of friends that you don’t know what to expect from her anymore... and well, drunk and silly sex with ningning is <3 she would be so cute, whimpering against your lips as her thrusts become messy and uneven in pace, trying to be tough like her friends but ending up being a cute baby who seems in love with you :( it’s thanks to her that you know that being with the whole group means you’re screwed...

[sonnycampbellsmith]

Pairing: Bucky x Male Reader

Synopsis: After the events with Zemo*, you and Bucky take a long awaited vacation. Bucky has something special to ask you. 💍

Tag(s): slight angst, fluff, comfort, romance, slight smut, jealous reader, possessive reader, amused Bucky, breaking the 4th wall

Reader is Songbird, Reader is Tony Stark’s adopted brother

*continuation of this fic but can be read as a standalone

Author’s note at the end of this:)

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You stared at your reflection in the bathroom mirror. Most of your injuries have gone away, even the bruise around your throat has visibly healed though you still felt a little uncomfortable at times.

You glanced at the digital clock on one of the shelves and sighed.

Three AM.

It’s almost been a month since the incident and like clockwork, you’d be standing in front of your bathroom mirror after a terrible nightmare.

Sometimes it’s about Zemo’s torturous beat down and other times it’ll switch to Whitehall’s experimentation on you when you were captured by Hydra.

“Hey.” Bucky croaks out, leaning on the bathroom door behind you.

You stare at his reflection for a few seconds before turning around and giving him a small smile.

“Hi love.” You tiredly sighed. “Did I wake you when I got out of bed?”

Bucky gives you a soft smile, reaching out to gather you into his arms and dropping a small kiss on your forehead. “I always wake up when I don’t feel you in bed with me, sweetheart.”

You hummed, enjoying Bucky’s warm embrace.

“Another nightmare?” Bucky asks and you grunted in response. “Okay, let’s get you back in bed.”

Once in bed, Bucky’s front now covering your back and his fleshed arm around your waist, you managed to calm down and drift off to sleep.

The next morning, you woke up to an empty bed. You figured Bucky must’ve let you sleep in again, so you went to wash up before heading to the kitchen.

You were surprised to see Bucky and Tony conversing in the kitchen, their voices hushed.

Tony sees you first and greets you with a smile. “Good morning, little brother. Care for some of this delicious coffee your boyfriend here made?”

Bucky passes you a cup and you accepted it with a grateful smile. “What’s got you all chirped up this morning Tony?” You eyed him with curiosity.

Tony proudly slams down tickets on the table, making you raise an eyebrow at his sudden showmanship. “Two tickets to Tahiti for you and Barnes. A five-day vacation with all paid expenses, I’ll leave a card for you to use of course.”

You stared at Tony’s giant grin, a little dumbfounded. “Are you sure, Tony? This is way too much!”

Tony scoffed. “This is nothing for me, truly. I just thought you both deserve a holiday after everything’s that happened.”

You huff out a breath, glancing at both Tony and Bucky’s matching grins before nodding in defeat.

Tahiti, it is.

Arriving at the resort, you gasped at how gorgeous everything was. You’ve never really traveled except for missions and even then you were stuck in dingy hotels or cramped rental apartments.

“Mr and Mr Barnes?” The receptionist asked when Bucky went up to give information and get the keys to your assigned suite.

More of a private hut that’s equipped with a small living room and a view of the endless ocean where no one else will be able to look in, but you weren’t going to complain about the specifics.

Once Bucky came back, you raised an eyebrow at him in amusement. “Really? Mr and Mr Barnes?”

Bucky licked his lips, your eyes following the movement. “Sweetheart, it’s better than hearing Mr Barnes and Mr Stark, in my opinion.”

You laughed before the both of you made your way to your new home for the next five days, Bucky insisting on carrying most of the luggage.

You rolled your eyes at him. Doting boyfriend who happens to be a super soldier? You can honestly put this down as an original experience.

You and Bucky quickly changed into much comfortable clothing. You opted for a casual shirt, shorts and flip flops while Bucky walked out in a similar outfit except he was wearing a tank top instead of a shirt.

He caught you eyeing him and smirked in amusement. “Like what you see?”

You cleared your throat before making your way to his suitcase to pull out an island themed short sleeved shirt that you sneakily placed in there and forced him to wear it.

Stepping back to look at your work with a satisfied smile, you wrapped a possessive hand around his bicep and laid your head on his shoulder.

“Those arms are only for my eyes, Barnes. Don’t forget it.” You jokingly warned him, looking into his warm eyes and small smile.

In truth, Bucky liked the sudden attention and jealousness you were giving him since he was always the one that clung on you all the time. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

You and Bucky then spent the first day just walking around and checking the simple tourist spots, a few places to eat, the local convenient store and the gift shop so you could get stuff for the rest of The Avengers.

You held his hand the entire time the both of you were outside, letting everyone know that he was yours.

When you needed to pay for things, Bucky would wrap his arm around your waist instead so the both of you would not be separated.

Bucky absolutely loved how territorial you were being.

Bucky watched in amusement when a random tourist handed him her phone number on a piece of paper, only for you to grab it and promptly tear it right in front of her before dragging Bucky away to the next destination.

In conclusion, Bucky was in love and highly aroused.

As night falls, Bucky found himself in the receiving end of your lust when you practically jumped him as soon as the both of you were in the privacy of your hut.

Bucky was in heaven from the way you passionately kissed him to the amazing head you gave before getting on top and slowly sinking yourself onto his dick.

Bucky sat in a sitting position, his arm holding your back for support as you started riding him, his mouth latched onto your neck as the both you moaned at every thrust.

With his metal hand, he turns your face towards his for a kiss that turned into a fun tongue twister with him swallowing all of your whimpers and moans as you continued to ride him.

Bucky felt you slow down, your hips stuttering and your legs wobbly. He lifts you up from his dick, making the both of you hiss before laying you down with your back resting on the bed.

“I got you.” Bucky groans out as he slips back into you, making you whine at the pleasure you’re experiencing now that he has a better angle at your prostate.

Bucky leans down to kiss you again, his hips thrusting harder into your warmth. Your fingers now clawing at his back with how intense his thrusts were.

“Fuck. Baby, I’m close.” He panted into your mouth as you felt his hips stuttering with every thrust.

“Fill me up baby, make me feel full.” You whimpered.

“Oh fuck!” Bucky curses as he gives a final thrust, his hips jerking as he floods your insides with his seed and the strength of the thrust making you cum untouched as well.

Bucky rolls his eyes back in pleasure at the feeling of your hole squeezing the juices out of him, before letting his body fall on top of yours.

After the high subsides, the both of you were left chuckling in each other’s arms. Bucky’s head now resting on your chest as you mindlessly played with his short hair.

“I think we definitely needed that.” You said, Bucky chuckling in response.

He lifts his head and rests his chin on your chest, looking up at you. “I love you so much.”

You look into his adoring eyes and smiled, your hands now caressing his cheek. “I love you too, always and forever.”

Bucky then decides to help you get into the shower, the both of you rinsing off all the sweat and grime from the day’s and night’s worth of activities.

The both of you decided to just sleep naked now that you finally have all the privacy you needed.

The second day, consisted of Bucky turning you over, slapping your ass and then eating you out as soon as you were awake before starting your day at the hut.

You spent time in the living room, facing the ocean as Bucky worked out in his tank top and shorts. You had picked out a book to read but all you could focus on was the hunk of a man doing push ups right in front of you.

“Enjoying the book?” Bucky teased you as he went to take a drink.

You rolled your eyes at him, returning to the book but ultimately failing when Bucky eventually loses his tank top and you had absolutely no choice whatsoever but to pull him into the bedroom to help him with cardio.

That night, the both of you decide to go to a nice restaurant by the beach to have dinner. They apparently had live music playing and you watched a lot of couples were laughing and dancing.

You hear Bucky’s chair scrape and blinked up at him when he puts his hand out for you to take, Bucky grinning down at you. “Care to dance?”

You smiled in surprise and nodded as you took his hand and followed him to where all the other couples were.

He guides one of your hands to his shoulder, while he wraps one of his around your waist. Your other hand gripping onto his and the both of you laughed while dancing along to the upbeat music.

You laughed at Bucky’s over the top dance moves, a completely different side of the man that you usually get to see.

He was carefree and absolutely beautiful.

“Come on, doll. Shake that ass a little bit for me.” You let out a surprise laugh while Bucky smirked with his ridiculous dancing and you just can’t help but be silly with him.

Eventually the band started to play slower songs and you found yourself tucked into Bucky’s arms, swaying along to the music.

The both of you stared into each other’s eyes with matching grins under the night sky.

“This is nice.” You commented, Bucky humming in agreement. Your head now on his chest while his chin was resting on top of it, the both of you continued swaying in each other’s arms.

“We should do this more often.” Bucky murmured and you hummed in response before feeling yourself yawn, making Bucky chuckle. “Let’s get back and go to bed.”

The third day, Bucky was happily surprised to be awoken by you giving him head.

Once you were done sucking him dry, he quickly grabbed you to return the favour.

The both of you showered after and got dressed to check out the souvenir store, getting funny little keychains for each of the Avengers.

Though the quiet didn’t last long when four armed masked men, barrelled into the store demanding money from the cash register.

You and Bucky looked at each other and sighed before splitting up.

One of the men went out to check on their getaway vehicles, which were just two motorcycles while two remained in the store watching the poor frightened employee at the register gather money.

The last man was patrolling around the store until you silently elbowed him in the back of the neck, effectively knocking him out cold.

You pulled off his mask before dragging the unconscious man by the collar and throwing him on the ground in front of the other two by the register.

The two masked men looked up at you, their eyes in bewilderment as you threw the mask in front of them as well.

“Hey, your buddy’s gonna get a little bruise at the back of his neck but I’m sure a little kiss would help fix that boo-boo right up. Here, let me show you.”

You put your fingers to your mouth and blew out a kiss, sending a small sonic whistle that makes the other two men fly back against the wall and knocking them out cold.

Outside, the last guy watched everything in horror and quickly tried to escape on one of the bikes by riding off.

He didn’t make it very far before getting launched off the bike by colliding head first into Bucky’s metal arm.

Bucky then carried the unconscious man into the store and left him on a pile with the others.

You smiled at him before turning to the employee. “Do you guys have any rope? Oh and you might want to call the local enforcement to get these guys.”

After Bucky tied up the men, you walked up to the register to pay for the keychains but the employee waved you off, telling you that they were free as thanks for stopping the robbers.

You turn to Bucky, who shrugged at you. You grinned, happy that you managed to get what you wanted.

The both of you waited until the local cops arrived to arrest the men before proceeding to walk out hand in hand.

“Maybe save those flying kisses just for me okay, doll?” Bucky teased, making you laugh before the both of you stopped at the convenient store to get some ice cream as a treat.

One thing about Bucky was that he was a notoriously messy eater.

“Baby, you got a little ice cream on your cheek there.” You gave him a napkin and tried to direct him towards the mess but he was either really clueless or purposefully missing.

You rolled your eyes before snatching the napkin from him to clean off the mess from his face but judging by Bucky’s smile, you’re guessing he did it on purpose.

You snorted at his expression. “You’re such a dork, you know that?”

Bucky hummed as he took another bite. “Yeah but you love me.”

You smiled at him. “I do.”

Bucky wraps an arm around your shoulder as the both of you spent the rest of the day walking around the resort before heading back to the hut.

On the fourth day, the both of you spent most of the morning cuddling in bed.

You were mainly wrapped up in his arms, the both of you chatting and laughing away. The thought of your vacation ending weighed heavily on your minds.

“I kinda don’t want this to end.” You murmured as Bucky played with the hair on the back of your neck. “I mean taking away yesterday’s robbery, I don’t think we’ve ever had a normal day in our lives with all the Avengers work we do.”

Bucky hummed in agreement. “You know, doll. I was thinking that we’d move out into our own place one day, maybe adopt a pet or get a plant if we can handle it.”

You pushed yourself up, supporting yourself on one arm to look into Bucky’s eyes. The softness and adoration shining through his eyes, accompanied by his soft smile, makes you blush.

“Are you asking me to move in with you? That’s a big step, Sergeant Barnes.” You teased him, seeing Bucky’s smile turn into a giant grin.

“It’s actually a tiny step to an even bigger goal I have in mind.” Bucky replied easily.

You snorted at him, knowing that Bucky’s been thinking about marriage for a long time. To the point, he’d call you his husband instead of his boyfriend because he’s convinced that he has found his soulmate.

Your response was always to rebuke his claims by saying that you haven’t gotten a ring yet, so he couldn’t call you his husband.

Though if you were presented with the proposal, you’d definitely say yes.

“Should we just stay in tonight? Get some ingredients from the store and cook dinner. I don’t think we’ve used the kitchen once and it is our last night here.” You suggested to Bucky, who immediately agreed.

The trip to the store was eventful when you run into a couple of familiar faces. Bruce Banner and his cousin, Jennifer Walters.

You exchanged hugs with Bruce and Jennifer before she pulled you to the side, practically hopping in excitement.

“Okay! Where is it?” She squealed, grabbing your hand and staring at it with her wide eyes.

You looked at her confusion. “Where’s what, Jen?”

“Oh!” Jennifer takes a step back, realising that she had made a mistake. She makes brief eye contact with a very pissed off Bucky and frightened Bruce before laughing it off. “Your tan! Come on, you’ve been here for four days and didn’t catch any sun?”

Everyone around you starts laughing nervously and you politely laughed along, still extremely confused.

“We’ve mainly been inside, enjoying the ocean’s view from our hut but we did hangout by the beach a little bit on our second night. What’s got you and Bruce here?” You asked Jennifer, who seemed to have gone back to her normal self.

You hear Bucky and Bruce make small talk behind you and decided to just focus on Jennifer’s story about how Tony convinced her and Bruce to take a short vacation after a less than stellar family gathering.

“So you and Matt aren’t…?” You trailed off.

She snorted. “Nope, that ship has sailed. Much like this fic we’re all in.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

After saying your goodbyes, you and Bucky went back to the hut and started prepping for dinner.

It was a pretty simple dish, spaghetti and meatballs. You shooed Bucky away from the kitchen, telling him to take it easy while you cooked.

Bucky listened wholeheartedly, knowing that you’d turn into Gordon Ramsay straight out of Kitchen Nightmares. He tried to be subtle about it but he was definitely frightened and would steer clear unless told otherwise.

Though this meant he was able to plan and set up his surprise for the night without you being suspicious while you mainly focused on making dinner.

After about an hour and a half, you were done with your cooking and smiled down at the food you made.

You left the kitchen to go into your bedroom to only see Bucky dressed up in a nice white button down long sleeve shirt with black slacks to go along with the black tie he was currently tying.

His short hair was a little bit messy but it did give him a much more sexy look.

“You look nice.” You grinned as you made your way to him, helping him with his tie. Bucky smirked, his eyes just staring at your face while you focused on the task at hand.

“You smell like sauce.” Bucky commented, making you roll your eyes at him.

“Well, I’m gonna go ahead and wash up. Why don’t you set up the food and the plates on the living room’s dining table. I’ll be quick, I promise, so don’t start scarfing everything down before I get seated.” You teased Bucky, who laughed before giving you a kiss.

After your shower, you opted to wear a long sleeved burgundy shirt with grey pants that hugged your ass nicely.

Walking out into the living room, you were pleasantly surprised to see everything was set up as a candlelight dinner.

Bucky looked up at you once he heard your footsteps and whistled. “Damn, maybe we should skip dinner and go straight into dessert.”

He pulls out your seat for you before settling into his. Bucky was being uncharacteristically gentlemanly towards you tonight and you can’t help but giggle at his efforts.

The both of you started eating and you hear Bucky moan at every bite he took, which made you extremely happy in return.

You laughed when you noticed Bucky had sauce on the corner of his mouth. You urged him forward with the napkin in your hand, Bucky leaning towards you so you could dab away the mess from his face.

“Thank you.” Bucky said sincerely. “You’re always cleaning up after me.”

You snorted at him. “Well, someone has to clean up that rugged, handsome face of yours and also I’d hate if you stained that white shirt.”

Bucky smiled and was about to speak again when the power in the hut suddenly goes out.

Only the candles were emanating enough light for the both of you to see in the complete dark, safe for the moonlight shining in from the outside.

“Oh, one of the fuses probably went out. I’ll go and check to see if I can find the fusebox in here.” You quickly stood up from your seat, taking your phone’s flashlight out to better navigate your way to the fusebox.

It took a little while before you managed to successfully turn the power back on but noticed the living room lights were still switched off, safe for the light from the lit candles.

“Bucky? Do you think the lightbulb’s-“ You gasp halfway through your sentence once you entered the living room, looking at the sight before you.

There, kneeling on one knee, was Bucky with a ring between his fingers. He was fidgeting on the floor as he looked up at you with a hopeful smile.

“Bucky? What’s going on? Is this a joke?” You rambled in complete shock. Your eyes were suddenly tearing up.

Bucky laughed. “No sweetheart, this is not a joke. It’s really happening.”

You kept quiet while Bucky takes a deep breath.

“When I woke up in that warehouse with you, Steve and Sam staring me down and asking me questions after Zemo reactivated my programming, you treated me with kindness even after what happened on the highway.” Bucky’s eyes began tearing up and you instantly take a step closer but stopped when Bucky shook his head with a soft smile.

“When you offered me food, wiped the dirt off my face and shared about your past with Hydra, I was completely smitten with you by the end of it. I just knew that I wanted to get closer to you and get to know you better.”

You smiled, feeling a few tears slip down your cheek before you wiped them away.

“I craved you in so many ways and when I finally held you in my arms, I just couldn’t let go.” Bucky chuckled. “I knew I was falling in love you and fast. I knew that you were my soulmate.”

“Doll.” Bucky nervously licks his lips, extending the ring towards you. “Will you marry me?”

You took a step closer before getting on your knees with Bucky.

“Yes.” You said through your tears as Bucky gently takes your hand to slip the ring on your finger.

You feel his hands grab your face and pull you in for a kiss. The both of you laughing into it, the realisation hitting like bricks that the both of you were finally engaged.

“I can finally call you my husband.” Bucky jokes, making you chuckle.

You grabbed on his tie, pulling him in for another kiss before standing up. Bucky stood up with you, his hands now around your waist as the both of you exchanged heated kisses.

You gently pushed him off you but still held him by his tie. “I think it’s time for dessert after a job well done, Sergeant.”

You walked backwards, Bucky following with a grin. “Lead the way, sweetheart. It’s going to be a long, delicious night for the both of us.”

The final night ends with you and Bucky making sweet, sweet love as fiancés.

When the both of you made your eventual return to the tower, it felt like you never left.

Everyone instantly bombarded the both of you with hugs and congratulations on the news.

Tony sauntered up to you with a smirk.

“You knew about it didn’t you?” You accused your big brother, who laughed.

“Barnes asked me for permission to have your hand in marriage. He’s very old-school.” Tony joked, making you laugh before he went up to Bucky to congratulate him as well.

To everyone’s surprise Tony hugs Bucky, the other man froze for a second before returning the sentiment.

Tony whispers something in Bucky’s ears, making him chuckle. “I wouldn’t dare, Stark.”

Tony then turns and claps his hands together. “Alright everyone. I expect all of you to be here by seven, dressed up and ready for a celebratory dinner for the future Mr and Mr Barnes. Do not be late or we’ll be leaving without you.”

As you and Bucky handed everyone their souvenirs, you realised how truly lucky you were to have the Avengers as your family to celebrate a special milestone with.

After unpacking your things in the bedroom, you feel Bucky wrap his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as the both of you swayed to the quiet.

Of course, when you’re alone with Bucky, the quiet can only last for so long.

“We still have the whole afternoon to ourselves before dinner, how about we have our own mini celebration in the sheets?”

“Bucky!”

*********

Author’s note:

FINALLY I AM POSTING THIS.

Time check, 5:18am

Apologies for the slow upload, I’ve fallen sick and I simply just could not for the life of me, focus on writing only

This took me probably 3-4 days and I’m so so so happy I’m posting this

I tried to sprinkle a little bit of everything here

It’s got angst, fluff, romance, sex and comedy all rolled up into one

This is my 9th fic on my account! So happy I started but now I gotta start planning the next one

Thank you for taking your time to read :)

[tickles-tea]

m,,miguel,,,,tummy,,,,,

[suksatoru]

sukuna and you got into a fight after you had a near death experience. when you're in need of comfort—he's hostile and enraged. you're hurt tenfold and overcome with sadness after his outburst. going to bed after fighting with sukuna is a war all in itself–but one day, you'll be able to see just how hard he works to be a good lover to you. pairing: sukunaxfem!reader ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

Sukuna is silent as he changes, save for the quiet grunts and sighs that leave his lips every now and then. The dim lamp lit on his side of the bed creates shards of gold that glisten and shine in his eyes, and he regards you quietly as he slips out of his formal robes and into a simple pair of pants.

He could be so mean sometimes. You were never one to take his insults to heart, they were always empty words he muttered out to mask his true feelings. You know Sukuna is bad at communication, you are all he's had and ever will have. There was no one before you, and there will be no one after you. So, Sukuna has to learn to go through all the hard stages that come packaged with a relationship alongside you.

Your back is turned to him as you lay in bed, your body tense and shoved so far towards the edge of the bed, he's sure you'll fall off if you shift even just the slightest bit. You're so desperate to stay away from him, and a small part of Sukuna's chest squeezes painfully at the sight.

He doesn't know how the argument started—you were always so level headed. He could come to you fuming, enraged from his duties and the stress he has to endure everyday—but your fingers raking through the pink tufts of his hair never failed to calm him.

Except today.

Because today—today he was mad at you.

You didn't mean to upset him, those were the words that tumbled from your lips as you weeped into his lap—begging for forgiveness. Your lashes clumped together with glistening tears, and all you wanted was to be comforted by him. But Sukuna scolded you instead, berating and belittling you with the cruelest of words that only made you cry harder by the end of the entire ordeal. He wasn't mad, he was fucking furious.

He told you to stay away from his estate's river whenever it's raining. But you ventured outside anyways, mindlessly and stupidly and almost died. He warned you how strong the currents were, told you how he'd lost so many idiot servants to the river's ruthlessness.

He thought you had died. It was the single, most terrifying moment of his entire life. Because when he pulled you out of the water, you were shaking like a leaf and your pulse was barely there. And when they took you to the medical wing, the doctors were brought to near tears as they tried to keep you alive. Because if you died, if they couldn't bring you back to consciousness safely—then Sukuna would probably kill everyone in a mile radius just from pure rage.

But you're here. Stubborn and alive, arms crossed over your chest as you curl up into a little ball. He slides under the blanket eventually, turning off the lamp as darkness finally envelops his room. The rain still goes on quietly outside, pitter pattering against his window softly.

He presses his lips onto your shoulder blades, pulling your back against his chest and frowning a little once he feels how stiff you are in his grasp. He doesn't want to speak the words—doesn't even want to acknowledge them, but he knows he has to. Or your tear stricken face was sure to haunt him and keep him awake the entire night

His lips are rough against your skin, and you let out a huff—before elbowing him, the King of Curses, in the gut.

He sucks in a hiss from between his teeth, before biting down on your shoulder in retaliation as you yelp

"You bast–"

You're turning around to tell him off, brows scrunched together and lips pulled back in a wobbly scowl, and he takes the opportunity to shut you up when his lips collide with yours

You would have expected the kiss to be rough—angry and hard and mean. But his lips brush yours gently as you pause, before his warm mouth presses softly onto yours

Sorry. He mumbles the word quietly against your lips as he wraps a single arm around your waist, turning you around and over him before securing you on top of his chest with a deep sigh. His irises are lined with a ring of ruby, and you watch him gaze at you through half lidded eyes.

The moonlight barely illuminates his face, but you can see the sheen in his gaze as he peers up at you

Thought I lost you. He murmurs when you suck in a cry, and he rubs your back whispering I know, I know.

Ryomen Sukuna wasn't gentle, no one would describe him as gentle. But the manner he's rubbing your back in has you sinking into his skin as you soak up all the comfort he offered—the one you so desperately craved.

"It was so scary. I-I was just—" And you hiccup on a sob as he coos quietly, curling his large palm around the back of your head as he presses your face into his chest, mumbling sweet nothings into your hair as his hand rubs up and down the slope of your spine

" 'm here now. Rest, you're safe with me. You know that, don't you?" He questions, and you nod, sniffling as your small hands wrap around his neck, legs locking around his waist as you breathe him in.

No, he wasn't the best at managing his emotions. He was quick to anger, and, simply put, the biggest asshole to walk the earth. But he feels. He loves and he hurts and he knows that there is only one person who can accept him and his broken heart as it is—you.

[poguehearted77]

Tap Out

Just thinking about Rafe's super gorgeous, beautifully breathtaking girlfriend who is notorious for giving people a hard time. Especially him.

She got that million dollar Million dollar oow, oow And all I want to do is touch it Make her tapout, tapout, tapout, tapout,

Rafe stands tall and brooding in front of the bed where you sat while he hits replay on the overbearing series of voicemails you'd left him while he was out.

"Hi Rafe, I know you said you and Barry had to go take care of whatever it was that you said—I don't know; I wasn't really listening, but I just saw this new coach bag online, and I need you to send me a picture of your credit card front and back so I can get it. Thanks in advance baby."

You stay silent and unbothered by the replay.

He plays the next one, "It's almost midnight, Rafe. When are you coming home? I miss you. The bed is so big and empty without you in it. You remember that night we came back from the Blue Diamond charity gala and we barely made it up the stairs? The way you fucked me so good, left me aching for you for days--mmmm, wanna feel you like that again, come home Rafeyy."

Your boyfriend huffs as he moves to play the last one except this one is silent for the first few moments until some lewd sounds can be picked up. It's wet and sticky. It sounds like Thanksgiving mac and cheese being stirred in the pot. Soon, the faintest string of moans can be heard.

Most wouldn't be able to pick up on it, but not Rafe. His ears are trained to the sound of your voice. He's accustomed to every pitch, tone and frequency your pleasure can take on.

You stand, ready to plead your case, "You were gone for hours, what was I supposed to do?" Your arms cross defensively and they suddenly drop when Rafe's big hand is holding you by the throat, squeezing tight enough to have you gasping.

"You think this shit is funny?" His voice is strict, unwavering and serious. "What if Barry heard this? Huh?" Your eyes roll, defences refusing to crumble even with a limited supply of air, "It's Barry, he'd probably thank me-"

You need to learn when to shut up at the end of a rhetorical question because now Rafe had you bent up like a pretzel. One hand is still around your neck while the other holds you at the waist.

Your legs are shaking as he brings you to what you thought was your third orgasm but is actually the fourth (you'd blacked out during the second one). "Rafe- no- s'too much," You murmur, voice broken and weak from all your screams.

"Nothin's too much for you." He groans, punctuating his sentences with a sharp snap of his hips. It sends you reeling and your eyes roll back as you feel that familiar heat begin to unfurl in your core.

You shake your head repeatedly, "I can't--Rafe! Please." You beg, so incredibly turned on by the sight of your hot boyfriend who looked down to where your bodies connected. The way your slick covered his cock down to his balls. It pulls a groan out of him from his core.

You admired the sweat that gathered over the thin hairs on his chest and that piercing blue gaze that would glance up at you from time to time to taunt you like now. "You know what to do if you can't take it sweet thing." You do know what to do, but you refuse to back down, you're so close.

"O-oh shit I'm-" The words escape and your climax is stolen from you when Rafe stops completely and pulls out, his hands move down to your hips, shamelessly displaying his physical dominance over you and flipping you onto your stomach effortlessly.

He grips the flesh of your waist and manhandles you until you're being pulled back against him, the beautiful sight of your plump and juicy ass in his hands is enough to send him to the heavens above or maybe the firey pits below.

You're already too weak to hold yourself up on your arms, so you let yourself fall into the sheets. Your cries muffled into the pillows as Rafe slowly presses back into you, stretching you back open. His rhythm picks up with nothing but urgency and mercilessness.

Your back arches, and you cry out his name when you're blinded by your own orgasm. Coming undone once more and he comes soon after with a breathy chuckle. His hips are still rolling into yours lethargicly when he whispers, "You got one more in you, baby?"

"Fuck no. I'm done." You whine, your fists tapping out on the pillow and his pace slows until he finally stops, slowly pulling out.

"That'll teach you to fuck with my voicemails when I'm not here." He lays himself down beside you, carefully moving the stray strands of hair out of your face to admire you.

Your lips were swollen from all the sucking and biting he'd done to them earlier, your cheeks flushed and your body is spent. You grin, "You know you liked it, especially that last one." Rafe exhaled, even in your drained state you can still find time to be bratty.

"I did, I did. You sounded so fucking pretty playing with that perfect pussy of yours. Had to go rub one out in Barry's bathroom because of you." You smile a little bigger at that. "Good." Is all you say and Rafe can only roll his eyes as he moves to hold you in his arms.

You both lay there, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies until Rafe speaks up softly, "Tuesday." He says, and your head looks up at him with a confused tilt. Without having to ask him, he explains, "The purse you want. I ordered it. It'll be here on Tuesday."

Just when your smile couldn't get any bigger, it does, and Rafe can't help but to be in awe because god you're so fucking gorgeous but you're such a pain in the ass.

His prettiest headache.

[sheep-from-rad]

Photograph (Platonic Batman x reader) (second half inched on the yan territory)

Notes: I made a joke that I wasn’t held enough as a child. Well, jokes on me because it was apparently not a joke. I'm still shit at making endings, help Merry Christmas folks <3 

Masterlist 

dividers by: @strangergraphics

“Isn’t this for newborns?” 

Bruce sat shirtless on the room’s armchair. The room didn’t exist until this week, back then it was just another one of the big guest rooms inside the mansion. From formal, vintage patterned, dark green wallpapers it changed into a soft pudding yellow (Jason’s suggestion)  and the corners are filled with soft plushies. He looked down on his shirtless self again as Alfred stood by the crib to prepare the four month old infant. Years of fighting rogues but it was the thought of holding a baby that made him nervous. 

He takes a silent pride on his body, from his back muscles to his strong arms, from bruises and scars, he wears them like an intangible medal. He thought that the media would question how a businessman like him would have such build but he was easy to conceal it with his ditzy public persona. Ladies did love it but then again holding a lady and holding a baby are two different things. 

“You might have missed their newborn days but bonding as father-baby is not too late”, Alfred explained. “Ah, skittish like your father when it was his first time holding you” 

Bruce’s hands protectively closed around the sleeping babe. He reclines as Alfred helps lay the baby on his chest, one hand on the head and neck and the other under their bottom. Skin to skin and warm. Warm. He didn’t know an infant could produce such warmth. Is this how his father felt the first time he held him? The feeling of happiness like a small glowing bubble melting in his soul, a warm innocent light in the gloom. 

He tensed again when he felt his little baby moved, their tiny arms stretching with all their might. “Alfred I think they are —” Before he could finish his words, he found himself staring at a pair of (eye color) eyes with their little lips curled in a curious ‘o’. They can barely lift their head for a long time but keep doing so to keep the little staring contest going. “What are you doing? Are you memorizing me?” He cringed a little especially knowing that he just butchered the movie quote. The little cringing turned to a small panic when the baby’s little trembled. He braced himself for a wail but instead he was greeted by a gummy smile and a giggle. 

A giggle! Sure he missed the days of them being a newborn but they were here to witness the giggle milestone. “You think dad is stupid for quoting it wrong?” As if understanding his words, their giggles turned louder. “Master Bruce, language please.” The master of the house didn’t hear the older man nor the sound of the camera going off, capturing the moment. A picture, one of the many to cherish in the later years. 

✮⋆˙(alternate ending here because I can’t make up my mind) ✮⋆˙

Bruce found himself in the room that he hasn’t been in for years. Each step that he took was heavy as his heart, echoing regrets and apologies that needed to be said not just in words but also in actions. 

The room was empty with the exception of the barebone furnitures and thin sheet of dust. The only sign that someone once lived in the now lifeless room was a picture frame that was left behind and placed facing down. It was left behind as if mirroring how they had abandoned you. “Where has time gone?” he asked, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. He is envious of his younger self in the picture. He wished he could turn back time, hold you close and hold you tight, and reclaim the promises he had forgotten to do. Forgotten like the pictures and the memories and the wallpapers in the room. All yellowed on the edges and faded. 

The small sound from his phone snapped him from his trance, he had to compose himself before picking it up. 

“Dick?” 

“B, we found them” 

“Bring them home”

[writeriguess]

hello could you perchance do bakugo with a reader that is oblivious/ doesn’t get hints so he has to be very forward??

No More Hints

Bakugo Katsuki was not a patient person.

In fact, he prided himself on being the opposite of patient. If he wanted something, he worked for it. If something pissed him off, he dealt with it immediately. If people annoyed him, he let them know.

But you—you—had somehow turned him into the most exasperated person alive.

And the worst part? You didn’t even realise it.

For weeks, he had been trying. Dropping hints. Making an effort—something he didn’t do for just anyone. He gave you his leftovers at lunch, waited for you after training when he could’ve left ten minutes earlier, and even toned down his usual barking insults when it came to you.

He had never worked so hard in his life.

And yet, you still looked at him with that same clueless smile, acting like he was just being a nice friend.

(Him. Nice? Were you even listening when he spoke?)

At first, he figured you were just taking your time, maybe making him sweat a little. That was fine—he liked a challenge. But then, after weeks of nothing, he started to suspect the horrible, gut-wrenching truth.

You weren’t ignoring his hints.

You genuinely didn’t see them.

Bakugo was this close to losing his mind over it, but he still told himself, just a little longer. Maybe you’d finally catch on.

But that fragile hope shattered the second you told him that Monoma had asked you out.

It happened at lunch, the usual chaos of the cafeteria surrounding your table.

“You know Monoma?” you said, poking at your food as if this was just another casual topic. “He invited me to some café this weekend. The one with all the different desserts? I think I might go.”

Bakugo’s chopsticks snapped in half.

Denki’s head jerked up from his plate. Kirishima’s chewing slowed. Mina’s eyes widened. The entire table, sensing danger, collectively froze.

Except for you, of course.

“You good?” you asked, blinking at Bakugo like he hadn’t just committed a murder on his utensils.

His jaw clenched so hard he thought his teeth might crack. “You’re tellin’ me… that you’re gonna go out with that extra?”

You tilted your head. “I mean, yeah? He’s kinda dramatic, but he’s not that bad.”

“Not that bad—” Bakugo sucked in a sharp breath, trying—and failing—to control his temper. “Are you actually this stupid?”

Denki flinched. Mina grabbed Kirishima’s arm.

“What?” You frowned, genuinely confused.

Bakugo slammed his hands on the table. “I’ve been droppin’ hints for weeks! And you’re out here talkin’ about goin’ on dates with some wannabe knockoff?”

You blinked. “Wait… hints?”

“Oh my god.” He shoved himself up from his seat, chair screeching against the floor.

Before you could react, his hand wrapped around your wrist, yanking you to your feet. The whole table—and half the cafeteria—watched as he dragged you out the door without another word.

Nobody stopped him. Nobody dared.

You didn’t protest as Bakugo pulled you through the hallways, his grip firm but not painful. He was practically radiating frustration, each step filled with the kind of determination that usually preceded an explosion.

He didn’t stop until he found an empty classroom.

With a huff, he released your wrist and turned to face you, eyes burning with something intense.

“Alright,” he bit out. “Since you don’t get hints, I’ll say it so even your dumbass can understand.”

You waited, heart pounding.

Bakugo took a deep breath, as if bracing himself.

“I like you, dumbass.”

Silence.

Your brain short-circuited.

“...What?”

His eye twitched. “Are you serious?”

You stared at him, stunned. “I—You—What?”

Bakugo groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Unbelievable.”

You scrambled for words. “Wait, so all that stuff—the training, the food, the weirdly nice comments—was because you like me?”

“YES.”

“Ohhh.” You blinked. “That makes so much sense now.”

Bakugo gave you a look like he wanted to throttle you and kiss you at the same time. “You’re killing me.”

You let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of your neck. “Sorry, I just—I really didn’t realise. I thought you were just, y’know… being friendly?”

“I’M NOT FRIENDLY.”

That… was fair.

You bit your lip, suddenly feeling warm. “So… all this time, you were waiting for me to figure it out?”

“YES.”

You considered this. Then, with a teasing smile, you poked his chest. “Wow, you must really like me if you put up with all that.”

His face exploded into a blush. “Shut up.”

You grinned. “But you do like me.”

Bakugo scowled, but he didn’t deny it. Instead, he crossed his arms, shifting slightly. “Yeah, well… what’re you gonna do about it?”

You hesitated.

Then, before you could overthink it, you stepped closer—close enough that he tensed, eyes flickering down to your lips before snapping back up.

“Well,” you murmured, “I was gonna go to that café with Monoma…”

Bakugo’s glare intensified.

“…But I think I’d rather go with you.”

For a second, he just stared at you, processing. Then, in one swift motion, he grabbed your wrist again—only this time, he pulled you against him.

Your breath hitched.

His other hand found your jaw, tilting your face up as he leaned in, voice low and rough.

“Damn right, you are.”

And when he kissed you—hard and possessive, like he’d been waiting for this—you finally got the hint.

(About damn time.)

[pencil-n-pen]

SUDDENLY I HAD A VALENTINE

𓏲𝄢 ⋆. ୨୧ ˚⋆ 𓏲𝄢

post prison!spencer x hopeless romantic! civilian!reader

masterlist | kofi

i’ve rejected affection for years and years, now I have it, and damnit, it’s kind of weird

Valentine, Laufey

summary: spencer reid isn’t a genius or renowned criminal profiler- he’s just the guy who frequents the same coffee shop you do; the guy you’re probably, maybe, a little bit in love with. But you’re not the kind of girl guys like him like— right?

cw: honestly genuinely cannot think of any this one is just soft and sweet (with a touch of angst bc it’s me)

tags/tropes: strangers to lovers, spencer is so whipped, reader is a hopeless romantic, spencer finds this cute, romance novel references (i have read a LOT of them), no colleen hoover jumpscares, however there are of ali hazelwood references bc Love Theoretically is my favorite romance book of all time

a/n: something short and sweet !! trying to get over my perfectionism by just posting <3

title taken from Valentine by Laufey (GO LISTEN TO LAUFEY)

𓏲𝄢

There’s a coffee shop within a twenty minute walk from your apartment that you like to go to. It’s more a cafe, really. They’ve got a little case with a small selection of pastries and such, as well as a nice, calm little atmosphere. Cozy.

You’d decided that you wanted to read more. You’d always enjoyed it, before—

Before. And now that you have more free time on your hands, you’d thought “what better time for some good old fashioned escapism?”

Your tbr pile was a mile long and you’d found the coffee shop and it seemed like a perfect little scenario.

That was probably about a year ago. Things are different now. Not in a bad way, just the way that things change as time goes on. You’d ended up moving apartments- somewhere smaller, but you’d gained a window that overlooks the street, so win, you’d switched jobs —you work from home now— and you’d kept your nose firmly away from any and all real life romantic endeavors.

Almost all of your friends you’d met through your ex. The unfortunate thing about that is when you broke up, they were more attached to him than you, so things got a little… lonely. You have other friends, of course, but most of them have busy lives— boyfriends, husbands, kids, successful jobs, travel. You text them when you can, hang out when they’re available, but you spend most of your day, everyday alone.

You’d struggled a lot, at first. But then you take a page out of all of your books: romanticize a quiet life.

You’d stared at your empty apartment, your new desk set up for your job and decided to romanticize the shit out of your new life.

It was slow going at first. You didn’t really know how to get started, what you wanted your life to look like, so the first few months were spent primarily on Pinterest. But ideas formed, plans were made, rooms were carefully designed and days were quietly spent.

Which leads you to where you are now: a mostly lone woman leading her ideal, romanticized life. Romance books, working from home, coffee shops and thrifted sweaters and everything on your Pinterest board. You’d picked up (and dropped) several hobbies, everything from scrapbook journaling to watercolor painting to simple embroidery and sewing. You adore the lopsided and ugly-cute DIY Jellycat rabbit (appropriately named Elizabeth Bennet.)

It’d taken a year, but you felt safe and comfortable again. And throughout this entire process, you still managed to avoid or kill any attraction you’ve had for any passing man.

Except Spencer, or as you’ve dubbed him in your head, Hot Coffee Shop Guy.

You only know his name because the barista’s call it out when he takes his coffee to go, which he doesn’t always do. Sometimes he takes his coffee or tea in the cafe, sits at the same table in the far corner (almost directly across from you, as you like to sit right next to the large windows at the front of the cafe) and read.

You and him read very different books. Sometimes he reads large, thick textbooks. Sometimes he reads dusty old books. Sometimes the things he reads aren’t even in English. A very stark contrast to your fine readings of Ali Hazelwood, Elsie Silver, and Anna Huang.

Ever since you can remember, you’ve had a thing for guys who read. Not casual reading, but reading-reading. And you can’t help but think you compliment each other in aesthetic— you with your brightly colored romance books and cozy clothes, soft and cute in that way that screams “I listen to Laufey”, and him with his old books and faint smell of pine and his button downs and grandpa cardigans, looking like he listens to Tchaikovsky and The Swan by Camille Saint-Saëns.

And it’s kind of fun to daydream about. You’d never act on it, of course, guys who look as hot as him don’t seriously go for girls like you, but it’s easy to read The Love Hypothesis and imagine yourself as Olive and him as Adam.

And then he starts saying hi.

Which, okay, admittedly, is not much. But besides the barista’s —whom he’s come to recognize and strike up conversations with— you’re the only person in the cafe he says hi too. Even though there are other regulars he no doubt recognizes.

Even when he takes his coffee to go, he gives you a little wave. It’s become your thing. A “hello” if he stays and a wave if he goes.

It’s a nice little thing to have, is the problem. Who doesn’t want a jaw-droppingly hot man to make time out of his day to say hi to you specifically?

But it won’t go anywhere. Even if you hadn’t sworn off love until you’re in your mid-thirties, you’d be too shy to actually do anything about it.

You’ve seen how this goes down. He waves, you smile, you work your way up to going up to him, and he either has a girlfriend or isn’t interested. And even if, for some reason he is interested, he won’t stay interested.

So there isn’t a point to entertaining it, but you still do.

It’s fun. A little change in routine. A star-burst of excitement in your usual unchanging schedule.

—

Apparently, just because you’ve sworn off romance, doesn’t mean the universe has sworn off romance for you.

You’re at the cafe as usual, book in front of you and scrapbook behind your coffee. You’re considering making a coffee ring stain page, but you’re worried about mold and the possibility of it ruining other pages.

It’s late evening, the usual time Spencer comes in, and you’d preemptively ordered a ham and swiss croissant because you tend to end up too self conscious to get up or move around too much when he sits down, which is stupid, because he isn’t even looking at you.

He walks in right after you sit back down from ordering, so you entertain yourself with Love On the Brain so you don’t catch yourself staring at the soft brown curls and light stubble on his jawline. It’s very addicting, staring at him. He just has one of those stupidly attractive faces that beg to be stared at.

Today, he offers you a little wave, dipping down to catch your vision and a little “good evening,” as he goes by.

Wow. A wave and a hello. He must be in a good mood.

One of the barista’s —Sarah, she has two cats— drops off your croissant and rushes away, a hand pressed to her mouth, which is odd. She usually lingers so she can show you new pictures of Tweedle Dee and Microwave (her two cat’s names, respectively.)

You look down at the plate and notice a little something sticking out under the croissant. It’s their business card, but it’s upside down, and something’s written on it.

You take the little piece of cardstock, carefully reading the words written in scrawling but strangely delicate handwriting:

You look really cute today.

-Spencer

Ho. Lee. Shit.

You stare at the card, reading it and reading it and reading it and reading it and reading it and then reading it one more time, just in case.

But the words don’t change.

You look up at him, face hot, and make eye contact with Spencer. Who’s looking right back at you, textbook open on the table in front of him and a small smirk on his face.

You look back down at the table.

See, you don’t really get flirted with often. Or ever, really. You’d grown up watching early 2000s rom-com’s and then started reading romance novels in late highschool, so the disappointing reality once you hit 20 that you’d never had a boyfriend and the most romance you experience is in your head was something you had to adjust to. You’d had crushes of course, but then never went anywhere. And the few times they did never ended well. Hence the total life makeover after you last break-up.

You’ve never really experienced cute romance. Nothing like looks across a cafe and notes passed by barista’s.

He doesn’t come over and strike up a conversation, which you’re thankful for. That would be too much. He goes back to his reading, and you press the note into the pages of your book and pretend to go back to yours.

You don’t end up doing much reading that day.

—

It becomes a new thing. The notes. He doesn’t write them all the time, and they don’t always come with whatever pastry you’ve ordered. Sometimes they’re tucked under your coffee on its saucer, sometimes he slips them silently onto your table. But you always tuck them into whatever book you’re reading, so the way it’s worked out is that there’s little pieces of Spencer spread throughout a good portion of the books you own.

I like your sweater.

I think that hairstyle suits you.

Maybe we should trade books one day. Any chance you can read French?

You always look so cozy in your little spot.

Have I ever told you I think you’re pretty? (Joking, I know I have, just wanted to say it again.)

You were right about those ham and swiss croissants.

How do you get your annotations to look so pretty?

I like it when you smile.

It’s a lot. It’s tempting.

The little notes and his smile have (pathetically easily) wormed their way into your affection. You’re both afraid to get more and unwilling to go back to your normal life. You should, by all means. Appreciate the notes and then let this entire thing sail right on by.

So you do exactly what you always do when something like this happens. Consult your friends.

“He’s been giving you notes?” Penelope gasps, hand on her chest, “Hot coffee shop guy has been giving you notes, flirty notes and you’ve haven’t given him a single one?”

“I’m nervous!” You exclaim, face hot. “There are so many ways this could go wrong, and not just romantically. What if I take off the rose colored glasses and there’s this… this person who isn’t at all like I thought he’d be?”

Her expression gets a little sad at your words, and she reaches across the table to take your hand. “Okay, first of all, I have never known you to wear rose colored glasses. You’re a romantic, but you’re also too logical for that. Secondly, and I’m saying this because I love you, you need to get over yourself.”

You blink. “What?”

“No, really! You’ve concocted this entire, horrific scenario in your head about this guy who you haven’t even officially spoken to. You’re getting waaaaay ahead of yourself.”

“I know,” You look down at the cup of coffee you’ve been sipping on. Coffee at your apartment isn’t as exciting as coffee from the cafe, but Penelope wanted to hang at your place to catch up when you called her. “But I just keep thinking- what if the same thing happens again?”

She rolls her eyes, but the action is fond. “And what if it doesn’t? You’ve gotta try, babycakes. That’s what the whole romance thing is about. Taking the risk.”

“But risks are scary.” You whine.

“They are,” She says, laughing now, “But they’re also fun. I think you should give it a shot. At least hear the poor man out before you condemn him to being an axe murderer.”

“I don’t think he’s an axe murderer,” You say, “I think he might secretly be a self absorbed dick.”

“Trust me. I’m pretty sure in this case, the chances of that are pretty low.”

—

The next time you go to the cafe, Spencer is in fact there. So you push through your racing heart and sweaty palms and all the thoughts in your head that scream that is a bad idea and you take the little folded piece of paper and ask the barista to give it to him with his coffee.

Your deliberated over what to write in the note for a long time. Probably too long considering the fact that if this goes well, you’ll be writing more. But in the end, your favorite pen in hand, you’d written out a simple little:

Hi. I think your sweaters look really nice too. ♡

You’d felt like you were back in elementary school— giggling and passing notes. Unlike elementary school, though, the note passing doesn’t end in mild humiliation or heartbreak.

When he gets the note, he looks up at you, the same surprised expression on his face that you wore when you’d received his note the first time. Then, he looks down, reads it, and you get the honor of watching the most kissable blush spread across his cheeks as he readjusts his sweater.

It becomes your little thing. Your new little thing.

It’s easy to slip into, this cute little routine with Spencer.

Penelope has other thoughts on the matter.

“Sweetheart,” She says, and you can’t see her expression over the phone, but you can picture the set of her brows and the downturn of her lips, “I’m so glad you took that first scary leap and sent him a note back. But it’s been a month. Don’t you think it’s time to pick up the pace?”

“I’m taking it slow.” You say, voice half muffled by your scarf. It’s getting colder and colder and you wish the cold snap would just snap and snow already. If it’s going to be freezing, it might as well be freezing and pretty.

“No, you’re stalling. I swear to you, if I don’t hear about a date by the end of this week I’m going to go down there and ask him out for you.”

“Well, we wouldn’t want that.”

“Exactly. Okay, I have to go. Love you bye!”

The dial tone sounds and you slide your phone into your pocket, further burying your face into your scarf.

You’re not really watching your surroundings as you approach the cafe, the walk too familiar, so when a hand larger than yours reaches for the door handle at the same time, you glance up in surprise.

“Sorry—“ Oh.

It’s Spencer.

He smiles at you, the same, really nice smile that you desperately want to kiss.

“Shame that our first official word together was ‘sorry’.”

You feel your face heat despite the chill outside. “Not true. I think it was actually hello.”

His smile widens. “Hello to you too.”

You blink. “Oh. Oh, I see what you did there.”

He nods to the door. “Do you want to head inside then? It’s a bit chilly out here.”

“Yeah,” A smile tugs at the corners of your lips. “Yeah, I’d really like that.”

He opens the door. “After you.”

So maybe taking the first leap won’t be that scary after all.

[moonstruckme]

Im obsessed with how u write Remus and james! This is a weird request but can you write smt smutty but maybe the reader has an insecurity about her butt/legs 😭 so sorry but I feel like I always see some about smaller chest but what about the girls with smaller butts mannnnn

Thank you for requesting angel!

cw: not very smutty but mdni please, reader is insecure of her butt/thighs being smaller, some d/s dynamics sorry I'm uncurable

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

Things escalate quickly once you get into Remus’ room. You’re supposed to be…well, you know Remus’ invitation to come inside so he could lend you his book was in earnest. You were earnest, too, when you kissed him sweetly in the sitting room. It’s just that after that, you’d both found out at the same time that his flatmate wasn’t home, which has never happened when the two of you were at his before, and so perhaps it was a collaboration of mood and timing and coincidence that’s led to your current circumstances. 

Your trousers and Remus’ shirt discarded on his floor. Tea left to cool in the sitting room. Heavy breaths and unquieted sounds in an empty apartment. Those circumstances. 

“Come here,” Remus rasps, his hand splayed over the small of your back. Remus has large hands, with long fingers, and the span of them makes you feel safe. He kisses you urgently. “Come here.” 

You laugh, breathless. “I’m here.” 

The throaty, dissasifed sound which emanates from him makes you laugh more. You feel airy with it, fizzy, bubbling over. Remus moves his hand from your back to hook it under your knee, pulling your leg further across his hip. You’re lying facing each other on pillows that smell like him. It takes you a second to figure out what he wants. 

When you do figure it out, rolling on top of him, you’re rewarded with a kiss so deep you half wonder what Remus is trying to draw out. If he’d only tell you, you’re sure you’d let him have it. You’d give him anything. 

“You’re amazing,” he breathes. His fingers curl around the back of your neck, thumb stroking your jaw as he kisses up at you. 

You feel amazing. You’ve never felt so beautiful, so desirable and cared for, as when Remus talks to you this way. You run a hand up his chest, feeling scars and muscle under your fingertips. You roll your hips over him. 

Remus groans low and deep in his throat. His grip on your knee slips upward, pulling you closer. Short fingernails dig into your buttcheek. 

You take in a stilted breath. Remus notices the difference. 

He pulls away, his hand on your backside turning gentle. “Sorry,” he pants. “Did I hurt you?” 

“No.” You shake your head, hard enough to dislodge something, hopefully. Your eyes close. “No, sorry.” 

“You can tell me if I’m being too rough.” Remus rubs up and down the back of your thigh, slow, comforting. Something in your stomach knots tight. 

You wish he would stop touching you there. It doesn’t feel like a fair thought to have when he’s being so kind. It’s not that you don’t like when Remus touches you, even, just that you wish he wouldn’t perceive that part of your body at all. Knowing he’s feeling it under his hand, you can’t help but narrow all your focus to that one area. It feels like the first time you’d brushed shoulders accidentally; sparks, except this time not in a nice way. 

“I’m sorry.” Remus looks worried now. He can tell something’s the matter, just not what it is. “I should have asked.” 

You shake your head. “No, I’m sorry.” You kiss him once in consolation before dropping your forehead to his shoulder with a sigh. “It’s not you.” 

Remus is silent for a few moments, though his hand covers the back of your head. He pets your hair. “It’s alright if it’s me,” he murmurs eventually. 

“No, it’s not you. It’s my bum.” 

You feel ridiculous saying it aloud, and so you laugh, quiet and half nervously. Remus laughs with you, also quiet and entirely confused. “Pardon?” 

“It feels weird to have you touch my bum, because it’s…well, I don’t have much of one, do I?” 

“What? Yes, you do.” 

“Remus, I’ve seen it.” 

“So have I.” He keeps petting your head. His other hand, thankfully, has drifted up to rest on the small of your back. Even in disagreement, Remus cares to see you comfortable. “Lovely, I feel like there’s something I’m missing here. Is it the size of it that bothers you?” 

You nod abashedly. 

“How would you want it to look?” 

“I don’t know. Different.” 

Remus hums pensively. “You know that I don’t share that opinion, don’t you?” 

“Yeah—I mean, I guess. It’s not like you’ve had a lot of time to form an opin—” 

“No. Look at me,” he interrupts you, in a no-nonsense tone you’ve not heard from him before. It stills you. “Y/n, look at me.” 

You do. Remus’ eyes are stern. “I think you are perfect,” he says. 

You stare at him. 

“Are you listening to me? You’re perfect. Every bit of you.” 

“Okay,” you say after a moment, your mouth dry. “Sorry.” 

Remus cups your face. His long thumb sweeps across your cheek. “I don’t want you to be sorry, sweetheart,” he tells you. “I want you to understand me. You can believe whatever you want about yourself; I can’t change that, even if I don’t like it. But I won’t have you believing that I think you’re anything other than beautiful.” He pauses, looking you in your eyes. “Do you understand?” 

You nod. 

“Use your words, please.” 

“I understand.” 

“Perfect.” He kisses the space between your brows. You shut your eyes into it, heart pulsing at the base of your throat. “Thank you.” 

Slowly, giving you a chance to stop it, Remus’ hand slips over the curve of your spine again. His hand is large enough to engulf your buttcheek when he splays his fingers, and it doesn’t make you feel as self-conscious as you might have expected. You feel safe. It’s not sparks; it’s easy, it’s slipping into a warm bath, it’s being desirable and cared for. Remus holds your gaze, and you feel amazing.

“Is this alright?” he asks softly. 

You nod. “Yeah.” 

Remus doesn’t look smug, or self-congratulatory, but his eyes warm with a sort of pride as he pulls you down to meet his lips again. You think it’s for you.

[fanficgirl429]

Bucky Gets Hurt

Pairing: fem!reader x Bucky Barnes

Prompt: Y/N discovers that Bucky got hurt during their last mission and didn't say anything. She becomes upset and he tries his best to calm her down.

Warnings: mention of sex, 18+ only, minors do not engage

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The room was quiet except for the occasional car horn echoing faintly through the windows of Y/N and Bucky’s apartment. Y/N stood still in the doorway of the bathroom, her eyes fixed on the white bandage wrapped snugly around Bucky’s side. He hadn’t noticed her yet, he was facing the mirror, running a hand through his hair with a wince he tried to hide.

“Are you kidding me right now?” she said sharply.

Bucky jumped, turning toward her with guilt already written all over his face.

“Y/N—”

“You didn’t tell me you were hurt?” she asked, crossing her arms and leaning on the doorframe. “When were you going to? Or was I just going to keep thinking you’ve been extra grumpy for no reason?”

“It’s not that bad,” he replied quickly, but even he didn’t sound convinced.

She scoffed. “Oh, so not telling your girlfriend that you got stabbed during a mission is just… casual now?”

“I didn’t want you to worry.”

“That’s not your decision to make, Bucky!”

He let out a long sigh and turned around to face her, his back resting against the counter. “You were already freaked out about the mission. I figured if I told you, you’d—”

“What?” she cut in. “Care too much? Want to help? Want to actually know what the hell is going on with my boyfriend?”

He flinched, his jaw tight.

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “Wait. Is this why you didn’t let me take off your shirt yesterday?” She threw her hands in the air, walking back into the bedroom and began to pace, Bucky following behind her. “Oh my God—Bucky, we had sex in the kitchen, and I thought you were just being rough and dominant and sexy—”

“I was being sexy,” he muttered defensively.

“Don’t even,” she snapped, glaring at him. “You didn’t want me to see the bandage. That’s what that was.”

Bucky looked at her, his face softening. “I didn’t want to ruin the moment.”

She held his gaze for a long, silent beat before turning on her heel and disappearing into the walk-in closet without a word.

Bucky exhaled slowly and retreated back into the bathroom.

When he finally reentered the bedroom, the air was heavy with tension. 

Y/N was already lying on the bed, back against the pillows, her legs stretched out. She was wearing his navy blue Henley, and the hem barely covered the tops of her thighs.

Bucky leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.

“You’re wearing that to rile me up,” he said, his blue eyes skimming her body.

“Yup,” Y/N replied, unapologetic and smug, scrolling aimlessly through her phone. 

“You’re still mad at me.”

“Also yup.”

He sighed, running a hand over his face. “Y/N…”

She didn’t look up. “I’m not mad because you got hurt. I’m mad because you didn’t tell me. I’m supposed to be your partner, Buck. You don’t get to shut me out just because you think you’re protecting me.”

“I know,” he said quietly.

She glanced up then, saw the guilt on his face, and the way he hadn’t moved from the doorway yet.

“Get over here,” she said, patting the empty space beside her.

Bucky crossed the room slowly, climbing onto the bed and moving to straddle her legs. He dipped his head and started placing soft kisses up her body, starting at her knees, moving up to her thighs, lingering there just long enough to draw a slow breath from her lips.

“Bucky,” she said warningly as he reached her hips, “I said I’m still mad at you.”

“I know,” he murmured against her stomach, lips brushing her skin. “But you’re wearing my shirt with no pants, and I’m a simple man.”

“Simple man with a stab wound,” she reminded him, pushing at his shoulders. “Shouldn’t you be resting?”

He smirked. “This is rest. Very effective. Medically proven.”

She let out a reluctant laugh, trying to swat him away again as he kissed up between her ribs, lifting the shirt inch by inch.

“Bucky...”

“Y/N…,” he mocked softly, looking up at her. 

She met his gaze, lips twitching. “This doesn’t mean you’re forgiven.”

“Understood.”

“Seriously.”

“I’m terrified of your wrath,” he said as he nuzzled the underside of her breast. “Please don’t end me.”

She tried not to melt but failed entirely. “You're such a menace.”

“You love it.”

“Unfortunately.”

He grinned before finally kissing her properly, slow and deep, like an apology with every press of his mouth.

His lips then returned to the curve beneath her breast, his breath warm against her skin as he gently nudged up the soft fabric of the Henley she’d very obviously chosen for effect.

Y/N arched an eyebrow. “You know this doesn’t get you off the hook, right?”

“I figured I’d warm you up before your sentencing,” he murmured, his voice a low, playful rasp.

Her hand slid into his hair—partly to keep him close, partly to remind him who was in charge here. “You’re going to have to grovel so hard after this.”

“I’m counting on it,” he said against her sternum before pressing another kiss there. “Groveling. Worship. Whatever you need.”

“Good. Because I’m pissed,” she whispered, her tone softening despite herself. “You got stabbed and hid it from me. What if it got infected? What if it reopened while you were—”

“Throwing you onto the counter and making you scream?” he finished innocently.

She groaned. “Don’t make me regret letting you back on this bed.”

Bucky leaned up on his elbows, eyes meeting hers. “Hey.” His fingers gently brushed a stray hair from her cheek. “I’m sorry. Really. I wasn’t trying to push you out. I just—sometimes I forget I don’t have to deal with things alone anymore. That I don’t want to.”

Y/N studied his face. There was sincerity in his eyes, a vulnerability that cracked through the sarcastic front he usually wore. Her thumb stroked along his jaw.

“I know it’s hard,” she said quietly. “But you don’t get to shut me out when things get messy. Especially when it’s your body. I love you—flaws, scars, stab wounds and all. Don’t make me fight to love you right.”

His throat bobbed with a swallow, and he dipped down to kiss her again—softer this time, slower. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers.

“You’re wearing my shirt.”

“I always wear your shirts.”

“But this one,” he said, his hands ghosting over her thighs and under the hem. “This is the shirt you wear when you’re mad and still want to make me suffer.”

Y/N smirked. “What can I say? I multitask.”

He chuckled, pressing another kiss to her jaw, then trailing them down her throat, slow and deliberate. “Tell me what you want.”

She let her head fall back against the pillows with a sigh, placing her phone on the nightstand. “I want you to respect me enough to be honest when you’re hurt. I want you to trust that I can handle it, and that I’d rather know than be in the dark.”

His lips paused at the curve of her neck. “I do. I’m working on it.”

“Good,” she said, then added with a smirk, “because you’re not getting laid until you earn it.”

He looked up with an expression that was all pout and no shame. “You are trying to kill me.”

“You’ll live,” she said, pulling him up for another kiss. “Barely.”

Bucky collapsed beside her dramatically, letting his head fall into the crook of her neck with a groan. “Torture. Pure torture.”

“Not torture,” she murmured, fingers lazily tracing the bandage on his side, “just…consequences.”

He turned his face into her neck. “Worth it.”

She laughed and curled into him, letting the moment settle.

The silence that fell over them was the kind Y/N both loved and hated. Comfortable because it was Bucky. Charged because… it was Bucky. And when he was curled up beside her, all warm muscles and stubborn apologies, it was harder to stay mad.

But she wasn’t done yet.

She shifted slightly, letting her leg drape over his hips, making sure the movement brushed just enough against him to earn a subtle hitch of breath.

“Seriously,” she whispered, fingers skating along the edge of the bandage. “You were just gonna walk around like nothing happened? Let me grind all over you on a granite counter like you weren’t low-key bleeding out?”

Bucky’s chuckle vibrated against her chest. “You weren’t complaining yesterday.”

She poked his shoulder. “I was distracted.”

His eyes fluttered open, and he gave her that classic smirk—the one that made her stomach flutter. “If it helps, I was also incredibly distracted. By your legs. And that ridiculous little noise you made when I bit your—”

She slapped a hand over his mouth. “Bucky.”

His eyes crinkled with laughter behind her hand.

She sighed, moving her hand back to his face and cradling it softly. “I mean it, though. I know you think you’re protecting me, but not telling me when you’re hurt? That’s not love. That’s fear. And I can’t fix what I don’t know about.”

He sobered under her touch, nodding slightly. “You’re right.”

“I usually am.”

“Except for the time you swore you could handle all five shots of tequila.”

“That’s different.”

“You almost punched Sam.”

“He said Die Hard wasn’t a Christmas movie. That’s not a disagreement. That’s war.”

Bucky laughed, and Y/N’s lips curled despite the lingering frustration in her chest. She reached down, tracing the hem of his sweatpants, her fingers brushing his waistband but not doing anything. Just reminding him she could.

He inhaled sharply.

Y/N leaned in, kissed the spot under his ear, and whispered, “Still not getting laid.”

He groaned, dramatically flopping onto his back. “You’re evil.”

“Smart. Sexy. Reasonably furious.” She curled up next to him and laid her head on his chest carefully, avoiding the wound. “And yours. Which is why you have to tell me this stuff, Buck. You’re not alone anymore. And if I have to seduce and emotionally wreck you into realizing that, I will.”

Bucky let out a half-laugh, half-sigh, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I don’t deserve you.”

“No,” she agreed. “But you’ve got me anyway. So try not to bleed out on the kitchen floor next time, okay?”

“Noted.”

They laid in silence for a long moment before Bucky’s voice cut through. 

“So… I can’t touch you at all? Like a twenty-four-hour sex ban? Or are there exceptions for accidental thigh grazes and overly affectionate cuddles?”

Y/N smirked into his chest. “Hmm. I might be convinced to negotiate. But only if you let me take your shirt off next time.”

Bucky groaned. “That’s just cruel.”

“Nope. That’s called trust building.”

And just like that, his arm curled tighter around her, his heart finally steady under her cheek.

They’d argue again—God knew they were both too stubborn for their own good—but tonight, they were soft. Still smoldering, still scarred, still figuring it out.

But in love.

Very, very in love.

[ochacoca]

THE ONLY EXCEPTION

♫ now playing - the only exception by paramore

bakugou x reader

word count: 1,827 words

IN WHICH each time your friends caught bakugou only being nice to you.

a/n: still 'fool for you' just changed the title (≧ω≦)

“i've never seen him so.. calm.”

“right? he's always so uptight.”

the two friends were peering over the couch as they watched bakugou and y/n sleep soundlessly. there was a serene look drawn on his face while he held y/n closely to him, her hand resting softly on his chest as their chests rose up and down simultaneously.

“how come he's so much nicer to her than any of us?” kirishima complained with a pout stitched on his lips. he'd been friends with bakugou way before (two months) him and y/n got together. where was his special treatment?

“they're dating duh. why wouldn't he be nice to her?” mina replied as gazed at the couple with a soft gaze in her eyes. their young, teenage love was truly admirable.

even if bakugou seemed to have a stick up his ass 24/7.

the couple twitched softly in their sleep. it had been a long and stressful day of endless amounts of training, and lord knew that they both needed a break. a thin blanket was all that covered their bodies, but anybody could make out the way bakugou held her waist and the way y/n laid her hand on his chest underneath the sheet.

the usually quiet library turned into a circus as it filled up with bakugou's grumbling, denki's whines, and y/n's giggling. the sight of bakugou repeatedly smacking denki on the head with rolled up paper was an entertaining sight to distract her from her note-taking.

“are you seriously this stupid?” bakugou growled as he peered over the blonde's notebook, erasing and scribbling over any mistakes he made. denki pouted while rubbing his head on the spot that bakugou smacked. “c'mon.. it's really not that easy!” denki whined.

bakugou's vermillion eyes narrowed at denki. “it's basic algebra! how did you even get this far if you can't do simple math?!” he snapped.

denki continued to pout as he grumbled under his breath, something about bakugou lacking basic respect.

“uh.. katsuki?” y/n called out hesitantly.

though he still kept the glare on his face, the way his body language softened was visible, and how his tone contrasted from denki to her was plain obvious. “what?”

she turned over her notebook towards him so he can see her work. “i think i did it wrong.. can you check it?”

bakugou grabbed her notebook and skimmed over her work. “yeah.. here, let me explain.” he leaned over closer to her, close enough to where she can smell caramel on his skin.

denki's mouth fell agape as he watched how the guy went from raising hell on him to looking like he was practically skipping in a field of flowers inside his head. “that is SO not fair! how come you're so much nicer to her than me?!”

“cause she's not an idiot! keep working!”

it was far past midnight, and it was already one thing that izuku couldn't sleep, but on an empty stomach? it made it far much worse. he tried everything in the book from counting sheep to counting his breaths, but nothing could beat his racing mind and the sound of his stomach growling.

izuku didn't want to disturb anyone, but would it really hurt if he just tip-toed to the common room? he sighed as he ran his hand through his curly green hair, quietly making his way to the kitchen to not wake anyone.

but as he walked through the common room, a taller figure appeared in front of him.

“GAH!” he yelped, hastily smacking a hand over his mouth as he realized how loud he'd screamed. “shoto!” he half-whispered. “what are you doing?!”

todoroki stood still, his expression unwavering. “i couldn't sleep.” his direction turned towards the kitchen. “i wanted to get a snack, but i think someone is in there.” he said.

that's odd. it was almost one in the morning, and the only people that izuku thought could be awake fell asleep ages ago. he asked todoroki who it was but he only shrugged, showing he only heard the person but never checked who it was.

he never thought he'd be met with the sight of bakugou resting his chin on y/n's shoulder as she made them snacks.

“at 12:47 in the morning? that's way past bakugou's bedtime…” todoroki muttered under his breath.

bakugou's tone was softer, softer than anyone had ever heard besides y/n herself. “you better not burn it.” he huffed.

y/n giggled, slightly turning her head to face his side profile. “i'm not going to burn our snacks,” she assured. “i'm an expert.”

“expert my ass.”

“hey!”

izuku and todoroki looked like a deer in headlights looking at the scene before them. they wanted to walk away, believe them, they really did. but the sight of bakugou being so domestic was such a rare and amusing sight to see.

“do we… leave?” izuku suggested.

“i don't know…” todoroki answered. “this is really weird.”

bakugou’s head shot up from her shoulder and turned to look at the two voices faster than the speed of light. his ruby eyes were narrowed as he glared them down as his lips curled. “the hell are you guys doing?”

izuku's hands flapped around in a panic. “w-we were just about to leave! i swear-”

“you're very affectionate, bakugou” todoroki said, as blunt as ever.

“shut up!” he yelled, his face turning as a red as a tomato and his hair puffed up. y/n giggled once again at the dramatic scene that laid in front of her. “do you guys want snacks too?” she offered.

“why are you giving our food to extras?” “suki!”

brutal wasn't even the word to describe today's training session. everyone was curled up on the ground, hands over their stomach as it even hurt to breathe. the sounds that filled the room were heavy breathing and complaints. and y/n— was nowhere to be found.

mina, jirou, and ochaco all wandered the hallways, a worried look etched on their face as they searched for their friend. “i'm really worried about her y'know.” mina was the first one to break the silence.

both girls nodded in agreement.

“so am i,” ochaco said. “she just disappeared right after training ended.”

the trio kept wandering the halls, looking in every corner and every turn where y/n could be hiding.

suddenly, through the glass window, they see their little y/c haired friend sitting on the bench, with her fingers intertwined on her lap and her head hung low.

“there she is!” jirou yelled, quickly running to the nearest door to go outside and get y/n while the other two girls trailed closely behind her.

but something made them stop dead in their tracks. the closer they got to the window, the more they were able to see someone elses silhouette sat next to her.

“is that bakugou?”

bakugou's arm was wrapped securely around y/n's shoulders, intently listening to her rambling about whatever she needed to get off her chest.

“i did really bad today.” she mumbled, her voice filled with sadness and frustration.

“and that’s okay.” bakugou comforted her. “one bad doesn't mean you suck. everyone has bad days.” he reassured her, rubbing light circles on her shoulders.

y/n shrugged, playing and picking at her fingers as they rested on her lap. “i just think i’m weak, y’know?” she mumbled once again.

“you're not- hey. look at me.” bakugou squished her cheeks and turned her head to face his. “stop. you think i'd be talking to you like this if you're so weak? hm?”

“no?” she muffled due to how much bakugou was squishing her face.

“exactly. you're strong, so stop putting yourself down because of one off day and keep training.”

“you're hurting my cheeks.”

bakugou let go of her face, lightly patting her cheeks as an apology. “my point is, one bad day doesn't mean you're weak. think about every other time you've kicked ass.”

y/n laughed softly, her face changing from what looked like a kicked puppy to her usual grin. “thank you suki.” she said.

“this is the cutest thing I've ever seen.” mina whispered while clenching her shirt where her heart is tightly.

“who knew the pomeranian could be such a romantic?” jirou teased as ochaco and mina giggled along side of her.

bakugou lightly ruffled the top of y/n's hair, lightly blushing from the way she looked at him with such a lovestruck glance. “you're strong. don't start with that ‘i'm weak’ shit cause i won't hear it.”

“you're so sweet when you want to be.”

“now you're pushing it.”

“why are you only nice to me?” the question caught katsuki off guard.

the couple had been in y/n's dorm room simply sitting in silence, with their legs entangled together and the light noise of the TV playing in the background.

he turned his head slightly to face her, their eyes meeting instantly as she was already looking at him so softly. “why wouldn't i be?” katsuki questioned as his fingers lightly played with her hair.

y/n shrugged, not having a response to his question. it just seemed out-of-character for him. he was the type of person to not let anyone change him, good or bad.

but the crude boy would come to be a puddle of sap when it came to her. even if it wasn't obvious verbally, the ways his eyes softened when they laid upon her was enough said.

“i asked you a question first.” she retorted.

katsuki exhaled sharply, his gaze turning from her to the ceiling as his heart rate sped up a bit. “you're just.. different.”

y/n's eyebrows raised slightly as a smirk stitched itself onto her face. she scooted closer to katsuki's side, leaning her head on his bicep as she stared lovingly at his side profile. “i'm.. different? there's more to that, isn't there?”

“of course there is. you just don't get to know that stuff right now.”

y/n knew that katsuki wasn't one to talk about his feelings. she wasn't looking to change that. but the simple thought of him just looking at her differently from the rest, like shes the only person in every room, made her heart flutter.

“don't think i'm getting soft though.” katsuki grumbled, an arm slipping around her waist as he pulled her impossibly closer.

“you're just… the only exception.”

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Yandere Mr.Hugeface x reader

"Huh? Where's Mr. Crawling?" You asked yourself feeling confused as to why he suddenly disappeared. A few moments ago he was with you , with long dark hair falling on his figure ,following you around like a lost puppy.

'Oh well....let's still carry on , You still have to find an exit' You turned to an empty looking room and let yourself in.

It has been a long time since you were transported to this weird world you're currently in. When you wake up you find your face flat on a dirty floor. It's not bad though, you wouldn't call them humans, but creatures here are not that bad. Except when you do something that they don't like they do tend to go crazy. That's why you're so careful.

You were wandering around the hallway lost in thought. "Cute!! ...Cute !!" someone shouts. You turned around...Nothing. 'Huh? Was i imagining that?'

"Cute ! Cute !! Pet !!" This time you instantly snap your head above and found where the voice came from.

Your eyes stared at the thing. Your Instincts are telling you to run, run away !. You turned, bolted at the other side of direction as his massive hands attempted to grab your smaller form. Slowly reaching to get you as you dash, running for your life.

It was too late. You felt a hand grabbing your waist, lifting you into thin air. "Let me go you huge face " you began hitting his hand, even though you know it's practically useless as he was 100x stronger than you, you knew you still had to try.

No..You can't waste any of your precious time here. You have places to be. Things to do . You have to escape this place as soon as possible, but how are you gonna do that now. Ok..you began to think. Let's just think of an escape plan for now.

You're now face to face. His eyes carefully observe you from head to toe. He leaned down and curiously took a lick like you were some desert to taste.

You suddenly shrieked as you felt a wet sticky sensation. His tongue is warm, kind of like your hand after holding a mug of hot cocoa "Hey don't lick me !" You protest and use your free arm to protect your face from his tongue attack. You were now sitting on his palm balancing ,afraid to fall.

"Cute! So small ! So cute ! Mine ! You're Mine !" He chanted , his tongue expertly moved licking your face down to your ankle. Whenever it makes contact with you, it feels soft but heavy ,like a big, damp sponge sliding across your body.

His teeth unexpectedly without notice suddenly clenched your dress. "Wait ! Don't you dare !" You fought, gripping your clothes. He looks at you, and gives you a lopsided smile. " Why? You're mine ! I wanna see! Wanna taste !" He declares in his terrifying voice sending shivers down your spine.

He ripped your clothes off leaving you with your undergarments. Your hands are attempting to cover your halfnaked form. His tongue began to spread your legs slowly. You began to feel hot and wet. The sensation of his tongue licking you soft but strong was making you go crazy.

He stopped when his eyes caught between your spread legs. Pink underwear with a delicate pattern. "Hmm.. Something sweet coming here !" He muttered with visible excitement as he began to rapidly take a taste at your clothe pussy.

"Ahh..Hmmm Fuck" you moaned as his huge tongue slides between your legs moving up and down. This is so wrong, but feels good. You pondered hardly thinking . His other big giant fingers began rubbing your chest as he laps you like a giant dog.

You felt like bursting from how vigorously this giant is licking you. Just then you felt yourself tighten, you shudder as you felt a warm tingling sensation. "Mhhm Ahhh" you moaned at your release. What just happened? You questioned yourself, this experience was absolutely gonna hunt you for the rest of your life.

Panting heavily you look up wet dripping. "Now let me go you motherfuxker" you mumbled too tired to put any strength at your words.

He tilted his head grinning, clearly enjoying the view, clearly enjoying seeing you weak because of him especially. "Baby Y/n.. Not leave. Stay with me. Forever. Mmm?" He cooed and pressed a kiss on your stomach.

"No ! " you shouted , "I have to go back to where i came from !"

"Came from? Heaven?"

"No ! Not from fuckin above ! To my world ! Earth .. you hear me?."

"But...Angels only lived from heaven? Yeah? " He beamed, then suddenly his smile dropped and tightened his palm around you. " Me love you.. You not going anywhere.... Me keeping you"

Fuckmylife " you cursed

[mmegwrld]

ꪆৎ ೃ࿔* INTO YOU + jeon jungkook

you get assigned to tutor the meanest guy you’ve ever met, jeon jungkook. he pushes away, not accepting your help. until he finally gives in.

word count : 3.7k

genre : angst! happy ending :-)

warnings : guys i’m sorry it’s so angsty AGAIN WTF, hurt.. comfort, mean boy jk + sweetheart reader! crying,, JK IS AN ASSHOLE!! LIKE THE WHOLEEEE TIME!! i was listening to just one day the whole time while writing so 💪 can you guys tell i like ariana by the titles 😭😭

a/n : guys IK… IM KIND OF LATE ON MY UPLOADING OOPPSSSS!! i lowkey hate this but i have no other ideas in mind 🏋🏽‍♀️💤💐🌞 and THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD!!

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you walk into professor kim’s lecture room, smiling at him as you walk up, “good afternoon, miss (last name). i would like you to tutor one of your classmates,” he says.

you nod, “who?” professor kim looks behind you, “jeon jungkook, you’ll be getting tutored with (name), twice a week. no exceptions,” his voice booms. you turn around, seeing a boy in the seat with his legs up and hood up. like he owned the place.

he doesn’t even look up before muttering a small, “cool.” you blink, “we can meet at the library tomorrow!” you say sweetly. jungkook looks up at you, “okay.”

“we should exchange numbers! just in case you need to skip one,” you whisper the last part. jungkook shrugs, “okay. give me your phone,” he puts out his hand. you unlock your phone and hand it to him.

about two seconds later, he hands the phone back. he looks back at his phone, “don’t waste your time,” he mutters. you tilt your head, “what?” you ask, unsure if you heard him correctly. jungkook glances to you, “i’m not showing up to that. so, don’t waste your time.”

he was serious. it was tuesday afternoon, 4:15pm and an empty library table. you checked the clock at 3. than 3:30. than 4. you sigh no sign of jungkook. this was your third session, the second one he missed. he’s only went to the first one so far, which he showed up 30 minutes late too, didn’t bring his books and spent the entire time on his phone.

just like usual, you were patient. you texted him after the missed session.

hey, missed you today! :-) hope everything’s good. wanna reschedule again? read.

you sigh and get up, packing your books. you walk out of the library.

the next day, you wait for him outside of his classroom. you thought you were doing right by seeing if anything is wrong with him.

the hallways buzz with voices and backpacks zipping. you look down at your shoes as jungkook walks out. your eyes follow him, “jungkook!”

he doesn’t spot walking, he doesn’t even look at you. you catch up to his pace, “hey! you okay? we need to talk,” you smile up at him.

he continues to walk, “no we don’t,” he mutters. you pout and sigh softly, “you’ve missed almost every session, i’ve texted you and—“ jungkook looks at you finally with a dry laugh.

“yeah, i seen. real persistent, aren’t you?” he asks, like a mean boy. you blink again, “is that supposed to be funny?” jungkook stops walking, turning to you fully now.

“look. you don’t need to play your little sweet girl act with me. i’m not some charity case you get extra credit for helping,” he says. you face fell, like truly. you shake your head, “no! no! i didn’t mean it like that. that’s not what this is about.”

“than what is it?” he snaps. you stare up at him with a small frown, “you don’t even know me. you’re wasting your time chasing after somebody who doesn’t want to be fixed.”

you look around, “it-it’s just tutoring sessions.. i didn’t— jungkook—“ you take a deep breath, looking down at your twisted hands. “i never said you needed fixing, i’m just trying to help you with your grade.”

“yeah? than why are you bothering me so much about it?” his voice lowers. you stay silent as he scoffs and walks away. you stare at him.

what? why is he so mad? it’s only tutoring sessions.

jungkook shakes his head as he walks away from you. who the fuck do you think you are? the perfect sweet girl of your grade?

jimin catches up with jungkook, staring at him with raised brows. jungkook looks at him, “what?” jimin sighs, “you don’t have to be so mean to (name). you’re such an asshole sometimes.”

jungkook pauses, irritated already, “what are you talking about?” jimin shrugs, “(name). you’re being mean to her… it’s just tutoring sessions.”

“i’m not some charity case so she can stick up to mr kim. she keeps texting me like i need help… like i’m some type of project,” he shakes his head.

“she’s just trying to help you with school work! why do you hate her so much? she’s being nice to you,” jimin scoffs. jungkook clenches his jaw, “i don’t need her pity, jimin.”

“it’s not pity, it’s being a selfless person. you think your grades are gonna go up if you’re being a jerk to your tutor?” jimin adds. jungkook stays quiet, “whatever…” he mumbles.

can’t come today, helping my mom.

jungkook said he would show up. he told you to meet at the library at 5. you groan, feeling truly irritated for the first time in ages. you shove your stuff into your bag again. you sigh deeply as you walk out of the library.

you take a shortcut to your dorm, walking past the cafe. you turn your head, freezing. you see jungkook with a girl. a pretty girl, sitting across from him laughing.

he didn’t see you, but you saw everything. the way he was smiling at her, that stupid fucking sideways smile. leaning in whenever she said something. he was enjoying himself. he didn’t look cold, detached, the jungkook who speaks to you.

your heart twists, you now felt defeated.

you shake your head, quickly walking to your dorm. helping his mom? are you serious?

the week after, you sat in the library. it wasn’t a day to tutor jungkook so you were alone. you write down your essay, listening to old ariana grande as you puff out your hot cheeks.

you feel a presence in front of you. you glance up seeing jungkook. you don’t say anything, still writing your essay. he huffs, “hey.”

you hum, “hi.” he furrows his brows, “so? it’s our day—“

“it’s not actually. so you can leave if you want to,” you cut him off. jungkook scoffs, like always. “so the one day i show up with my shit you don’t wanna teach me?”

you slam the pencil, “oh.. i’m sorry— you told me you were busy helping your mom,” you said. he shakes his head, “what? i was.” you fake smile, “oh really? because i saw you… with that girl.”

the guilt hit him like a punch to the gut. he opens his mouth, “and?”

“and? you told me… you couldn’t come to the session. because of your mom.” you say again.

“why did you lie to me? why would you even agree with professor kim to get a tutor?” you stare at him. he stares back, “i don’t owe you an explanation, (name). you’re not my girlfriend. i don’t have to tell you anything,” he shrugs.

you narrow your eyes, “you’re such a fucking asshole, do you know that? why are you so fucking mean to me?! i have done nothing but be nice to you. i don’t even fucking talk to you.”

“don’t act like you’re an innocent victim.”

“i’m not acting like a victim, jungkook. you keep blowing me off, keep pushing me around—“

“you think you’re special?” he leans closer to you. your head spins, “i told you not to waste your time. you wanna know why i hate you (name)? you’re such an angel and it makes me want to throw up. i hate the way you make me feel vulnerable, small— less than you. you have always— always tried to help me. for what?”

you stare at him with sad furrowed brows, your lip quivering a bit. he continues to talk, “every time you try to help me, it reminds me how i can’t be. i will never be good for anybody and the one time i found somebody— you— somebody to fucking help me… i don’t want them near me.”

“i don’t want you to speak to me ever again. i don’t want your fucking tutor sessions— i don’t want your fucking help with anything! seeing you try so hard makes me so fucking mad. you make me feel pitied and that pisses me off more than anything.”

you watch him walk away, your hands trembling. is that how you made people felt? you didn’t mean to.

your intentions are good, you know that. why couldn’t he just— a choked sob comes out your throat. you thank God that you’re in the back of the library so nobody can see you crying.

you fidget with your nails as tears spill down your eyes. you grab your stuff and walk out the library.

it’s been weeks since you and jungkook have last spoke and it was horrible. you stopped talking much, you didn’t want others to be a burden. what if somebody really does feel like that?

it was halloween night, almost midnight when your phone rang. unknown number? you groan softly.

“hello?” you say softly. it was silent for a moment. a slurred voice spoke, “(name)? angel?”

your chest tightens, “jungkook?” you ask. you felt your head start to hurt, “you picked up.”

you heard music, talking, wind. he was at the party, obviously. you sigh, “didn’t think you would…” he slurs. you stay quiet before speaking up again, “are you okay?”

he didn’t answer instead he laughs softly— sad, kind of bitter. “you’ve always… i hate how fucking sweet you are. i don’t hate it. i love your sweetness. i love the way you say my name. i love the way you talk, laugh.”

you sit on your bed, staring at your covers. you were shocked… a little mad, sad.

“jung—“

“you’re different like why did you pick up? i don’t know what your deal is like i’m a dick to you but you pick up my drunk calls! i blow you off and act like a dick. but you’re so nice to me, everytime.”

you bite the inside of your cheek, “i know you’re not mean though,” you mumble softly. there was another pause, “that’s what scares me.”

you stand by your window, looking at the moon, “what scares you?” “you see me while i can’t even see myself,” his voice slows down, still slurred but more serious.

“and i don’t know how to talk to you. you’re so soft and light. i dunno how to be around that,” he frowns to himself. your heart cracks open a little, “you don’t have to be anything around me.”

“i think about you… all the time. i cannot believe i talked to you like that. i’m such an asshole… i made you fucking cry,” he shakes his head.

“you’re drunk,” you say gently. “doesn’t make it less true.”

you grab your hoodie, “where are you?”

“i’m at blake’s party. i left it so im actually on some bench in the quad. i hated it… everybody’s so fake… besides jimin… jin… suga… hobi… tae… joon… and you. i don’t wanna be with them though— i wanna be around you.”

you sigh, “im coming.”

you hug your hoodie tight as you walk around the quad. and then— there he was. slumped on a bench under a glow of the streetlight, head tilted, hoodie slipping off. his legs were stretched out, tapping his food against the pavement like he was trying to stay awake.

you walk up, “jungkook?” you say quietly. his head lolls to the side. his eyes were glassy, unfocused. but when they landed on you, they had a flash of something. shame. surprise. relief.

“you actually came,” he said, like it shocked him more then the cold air. you sit next to him, “why wouldn’t i?” his eyes follow your figure. he stares at you like you aren’t real.

“let’s go back, okay?” you help him up. he doesn’t argue, finally. he leans against you, the smell of alcohol clinging onto him. as you two walk to your dorm, he mumbles something you almost didn’t understand.

“i don’t get you,” his heavy slurred words. “you’re not like… everybody.”

you lay him on the bed. you make a face. his outside clothes on the bed. you sigh as you make your way to the couch.

the morning after, jungkook woke up in a… girl’s room?! oh hell no— did he fuck somebody? you walk in, your hoodie hanging right above your levi jeans.

you glance at him, “morning,” you smile softly. he stares at you, “what happened?” he croaks. you give him a bottle of water and some advil. you sit on the bed, “you called me. drunk… at midnight.”

he blinks, “right. sorry.”

you watch his expression for a second. he was finally more soft. “you said some stuff… and it makes me feel a certain way now.”

he looks at you, “i know.. im sorry.”

you bite your tongue, “i have class. text me again if you wanna try again. with tutoring.”

you grab your keys and began to walk out. jungkook calls out for you.

you turn around, “hm?” “thank you for picking up..” he says softly. you smile, “anytime.”

it’s been three days since the drunk call. he hasn’t texted… so you didn’t either. it was the friday before spring break and you walk into the library to study for a exam. you walk to your usual table, seeing him. hoodie on. headphones off. a pen between his fingers, flipping it anxiously.

you froze in the aisle, just looking at him. he didn’t notice you at first— his eyes were hooked on some drawing. than he looks up.

“hey,” he says quietly. you sat down, “you’re here?” he nods, “i— i figured i can try today.” you didn’t reply, silence filled the conversation.

you hum, “kay.”

silence again.

he broke it, “i remember what i said that night.” he looks at you, those fucking boba eyes. your heart thumps, “okay.” he sighs.

he stares at you, like really. no irritation, pushing… just scared. he shakes his head, “i didn’t mean to dump that all on you.. i was so drunk. but not wrong.” you stay still, giving him time to say what he needs to.

“you’re right by the way,” he adds. “i do care but i don’t know how to without ruining it.” you exhale, the tension loosening in your chest, “you don’t have to figure it all out at once.”

he swallows hard, “do.. is it too late?”

“for what?”

“for a redo.”

your voice comes out soft, “no.. but if you wanna get tutored. show up and show up for real.” jungkook nods slowly, “i will. i just don’t know how to accept help like that.”

“we’ll figure it out,” you reply. he nods again, “i wanna take you on a date. tomorrow.” he blurts out. you wide your eyes, “oh! will you show up?” you laugh softly. he nods with a sideways smile, “i’ll be there.”

“okay. date tomorrow it is than.”

[ha-rinrin]

"Is there something wrong with my pants?"

Summary: Jinx's comes home after getting half of Zaun out of Stillwater with a doubt on her mind.

Pairing: Jinx x fem!reader

Wordcount: 1.4k

Authors note: I laughed so hard at this scene that I had to write something based on it. Also, guys, I'm absolutely refusing to accept the ending of episode 6 for my own mental health.

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The hideout is still, the quiet hum of the machinery and the flicker of a dim lamp your only company. You've been waiting for Jinx, trying not to imagine all the chaos she’s causing out there. You know she’s been working on something big, but you’re never quite sure exactly what until she shows up.

The door slams open, and in she bursts, her energy almost tangible as she steps into the room. Jinx is practically glowing, a grin stretched across her face that matches the wild sparkle in her eyes. Her clothes are messy, but she’s hardly bothered by it, her usual chaotic aura taking over.

“Guess who just pulled half of Zaun outta Stillwater?” she announces, her voice thick with excitement. She practically bounces in place, her fingers twitching like she’s about to explode with more energy.

You blink, surprised. “Wait—half of Zaun? You mean you—”

Jinx nods, cutting you off with a quick motion of her hands. “Yeah! I snuck in, all stealthy-like, dodged the enforcers, and got them out. No one even knew what hit ‘em! They’re gonna be talking about this for ages, trust me.” She leans in closer, her face lighting up with that grin that’s both wild and contagious. “I’m like their ghost, except, you know, way cooler.”

You can’t help but smile at her enthusiasm, though a small part of you wonders how she managed it without being caught. She’s reckless, but she’s also clever in her own strange way.

Her voice drops a little, a mix of excitement and something softer underneath it. “It felt good, y’know? Being the one who saves the day for once.” She rubs the back of her neck sheepishly, glancing at you like she’s half unsure if you’ll think it’s stupid.

You step forward, catching her eyes with a soft smile. “I’m proud of you, Jinx. You did something good today.”

Her eyes widen slightly, a little surprised at the words, before her usual grin returns, if a little softer now. "Well, I don’t always blow things up, y’know." She shrugs, still trying to play it off like it’s no big deal, but you can tell she’s pleased.

“Yeah, but you always make it exciting," you reply, stepping closer to her, your voice warm. "Only you could pull something like that off and get away with it."

Jinx laughs, her energy rising again, and she twirls around once more, feeling the high of her success. "Well, they won’t be calling me ‘crazy’ for much longer! They’ll be calling me a hero soon enough—just wait!"

You smile, watching her, knowing that her idea of ‘hero’ is always going to be a little different from the norm. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

After the rush of adrenaline begins to fade, Jinx’s usual wild energy starts to settle, leaving behind a quieter, more tired version of her. She lets out a long breath, her grin softening as she moves to the couch, her steps a little less bouncy now.

“You know,” she says, her voice much softer than before, “sometimes, all that sneaky, saving-the-day stuff takes more out of me than I thought.”

She drops onto the couch with a sigh, sprawling out, but then pats the empty space next to her, glancing up at you with a mischievous smile. “C’mere. You’re not gonna leave me hanging after all that, are you?”

You raise an eyebrow but walk over anyway, sitting next to her. As soon as you do, Jinx pulls you down beside her, her arms wrapping around you like a vice, dragging you closer as she snuggles into your side.

“Perfect,” she mutters, resting her head against your shoulder with a contented sigh. Her usual wild energy has faded, replaced by something softer, something that only ever seems to appear when she’s with you. She lets out a small, satisfied hum, clearly enjoying the comfort of just being close to you after everything.

“You know, you’re the only one who doesn’t think I’m a total freak," she says after a few moments of quiet, her voice more vulnerable than she usually lets on. "You’re the only one who gets it… and me." She nuzzles into your side, her arms tightening around you slightly.

You smile softly, resting a hand on her back, your fingers gently tracing the familiar lines of her jacket. "You’re not a freak, Jinx. You're just... you. And that’s all I need."

She glances up at you, her eyes bright, but there’s something softer there now, something deeper than the usual spark of mischief. "Good," she mutters with a quiet chuckle. "’Cause I’m never gonna change." Her grip on you tightens a little, and she settles further into your side, clearly at peace now. “So, I’m gonna stay here and cuddle until the world falls apart again. You cool with that?”

You chuckle, feeling the warmth of her body next to yours, the chaos of her day finally falling away as she rests against you. “I’m more than cool with that.”

Jinx lets out another satisfied sigh, her eyes fluttering closed as she relaxes even more, completely at ease in your arms. And for once, everything feels calm—just the two of you, wrapped up in each other, in a world that’s spinning too fast for anyone else to catch

Jinx stays nestled against you for a while, the chaos of the day melting away in the quiet comfort between you. Her breathing has slowed, and she feels more relaxed than she has in hours. The soft hum of the hideout is the only sound, but then, out of nowhere, she shifts slightly in your arms, her mood taking a subtle dip.

You feel her tense, just for a second, and her voice comes out a little softer than usual. “Hey… um… do you think there’s something wrong with my pants?”

You blink, not sure if you heard her correctly. And then, you glance down at her—her eyes wide, her lips pressed together like she’s genuinely worried. It’s such a stark contrast to the wild, unpredictable energy she usually exudes. The sudden vulnerability in her face, combined with the seriousness of her tone, is almost too much.

And before you can stop yourself, you burst out laughing. It’s not mean-spirited, just genuine, surprised amusement. The ridiculousness of the question, paired with the look on her face, catches you off guard.

Jinx blinks at you, her eyes narrowing slightly in confusion as she watches you laugh. “What?” she asks, her voice a little defensive, though the corners of her mouth twitch in response to your laughter. "Is it really that funny?"

You try to catch your breath, still chuckling. “Jinx… you—" You wipe your eyes with your sleeve, grinning. “You’re worried about your pants? Look at you! You’re the last person who should care about that!”

She pouts for a moment, her arms still around you as she pulls herself a little closer, almost like she’s trying to hide. “It’s not funny, okay?” she mutters, her voice quieter now, though there’s still a hint of that pout on her lips. "That enforcer made me feel stupid... and I didn’t like it."

You stop laughing, realizing just how much it’s bothering her. You gently tilt her chin up to look at you, the playful tone fading as you meet her eyes. “I’m sorry, Jinx,” you say, your voice soft but sincere. “It’s just… you’re telling me this, and then I look at you, and I’m like— … Who cares what she thinks?”

She stares at you for a moment, the pout fading as she lets out a small breath. “Yeah, but still...” she trails off, still fiddling with the fabric of her pants.

You grin, brushing a hand through her hair as you pull her back into you. “You’re perfect, Jinx. Those pants? Totally you. No one else could pull them off like you do.”

her head resting against your chest as she lets out a soft sigh, the weight of her earlier worries starting to ease away. “You’re the best,” she murmurs, her voice barely audible. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You smile, kissing the top of her head. “You’d probably blow something up, but I’d still be right here.”

And just like that, the tension fades. She’s back to her usual self—still a little quirky, but reassured and relaxed in your arms.