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Joseph Oda x F! Reader Rating: Smut Genre: One-Shot NSFW Smut Word Count: 4068 Short Synposis: Joseph and the reader are on a nice dinner date. His unwavering respect for you almost got him to resist how badly he wanted you. Almost.

For: @foamimi !! Please let me know if you would like any adjustments!

“You know, it’s.. really nice seeing you relaxed like this.” You paused to sip the rest of your wine, “you look good when you finally have your guard down, and you’re not all serious and uptight like when we’re at work.”

Your words slurred and your cheeks flushed from the alcohol, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Your dangly diamond earring became exposed from behind your (hair color) locks as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. 

Joseph bit the inside of his cheek. “..is that so?” He replied, twirling a bit of his pasta onto his fork.

“It is.” You replied in a low tone, crossing your legs underneath the table, “you just have such a pretty smile. And quite a nice laugh, if I may add.”

The inside of the restaurant was undoubtedly romantic, candle lit and dark. With low tunes of some classical piece softly playing in the background. He wasn’t sure if it was just the candlelight, or perhaps even his imagination, but you had a certain twinkle in your eye that he hadn’t noticed before. A sort of sly, yet charming eloquence which held his psyche in a bind.

You rested your chin on your fist, taking a long moment to observe him. Joseph seemed to take a moment to chew his pasta, looking down at his food as he felt his face heat up slightly.

“You’re drunk, (First Name),” Joseph responded, fighting the blush on his cheeks as he looked everywhere but up at you.

“Oh, come on. I’m just being honest.” You chuckled, “so.. you gonna invite me back to your place after this?” You half-jokingly teased as your hand snaked its way over to Joseph’s, your fingertips just lightly grazing his wrist.

Joseph nearly choked on a piece of shrimp.

“W-what..?” Joseph asked, coughing into his fist.

Joseph’s face was beet-red at this point as he quickly reached for his water, the ice clanking around in his cup as he gulped down the chilled liquid. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at his delightfully animated reaction. With his face all beet red as he almost choked on his food, it somehow only added to his charm. Nearby customers glanced over at him, some with looks of concern while others looks of annoyance.

But, you couldn’t blame them. This restaurant was meant to be quiet and romantic, with everyone keeping to themselves and making a clear effort not to disturb those around them. 

“Gosh, I didn’t expect you to be such a prude, Joseph,” You lightly teased him, gently pressing the front of your kitten heel into his ankle.

Joseph couldn’t fight the warm, fleeting feeling that stirred inside of him. But you were clearly drunk, and anything you said or did while you were intoxicated was indisputably inappropriate– and maybe even illegal had Joseph decided to take advantage of it. But Joseph wasn’t that kind of man. Never was, never will be. You were his best friend and a damn good detective. He couldn’t let some one-time fling get in the way of that. Especially not while you were drunk.

You immediately took note of his tense expression, taking that as your cue to stop. You retracted your leg and leaned back against the cushioned bench you sat on.

“Is everything alright over here?” A voice cut through the tension between the both of you.

Neither of you had even noticed the man approaching the table. Your head snapped over to the sound of the voice, and you very quickly realized it was just the waiter.

“Yes, yes we’re alright. Thank you,” Joseph quickly dismissed him, quickly putting on a relaxed facade.

The waiter took another glance at you, then back at him, as if he didn’t buy it at first. But gave you both a nod and left, seemingly giving you both the benefit of the doubt as he left the both of you to your own.

The moment he left, Joseph didn’t care to hide the frustrated expression that laced his features. You heard him sigh as he agitatedly took another bite of his food. You noticed he intentionally avoided your gaze, opting for staring down at the table rather than at you.

“Joseph? Are.. you okay?” You worriedly asked, your mind moving at a million miles an hour trying to figure out what you could’ve done to upset him.

“God, (First Name), just don’t– just don’t make jokes like that!” Joseph exasperatedly sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

You froze. Your intention was never to upset him. You never would have had the courage to blatantly flirt with him had you been sober, and clearly letting yourself beyond the point of just tipsy was a huge mistake.

“I’m.. I’m sorry, Joseph. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, or anything, I don’t– I don’t know, maybe I’m just drunk. I won’t do it again,” you apologized, shifting in your seat.

“It’s not that! It’s just– it’s just not funny. You just don’t say that kind of stuff to a guy when you don’t mean it,” Joseph grumbled as he rubbed his temple.

“I mean– it’s almost insulting! You’re my best friend and an excellent detective. And I don’t appreciate it when you patronize me like this.” He paused for a moment, a soft grumble escaping his pursed lips.

“But at the same time, I know you’d never say things like this if you were sober. It’s just confusing, and I don’t know how to feel.” Joseph’s feelings seemed to unravel in that moment, coming out in the form of word vomit.

You leaned closer to him, your interest piquing.

“You really think I’m not serious about you?” You inquired, your voice lowered as you gazed up at him, unconsciously batting your eyes.

Joseph scoffed, looking off to the side.

“God, don’t look at me like that. You’ve been giving me that look since we got here. You just– you really know how to push my buttons,” Joseph grumbled into his fist, the nails of his other hand digging into his thigh.

You pushed the toe cap of your shoe into the front of Joseph’s. You watched him take a deep breath in at the contact, his brows furrowing.

“Why must you toy with me like this?” Joseph whined.

You leaned in closer, your head tilted to the side as you closely examined Joseph’s features. That look in his eye, those pursed lips and those furrowed brows of purely sexual frustration. It was almost funny.

“Joseph..” you whispered, trying to finally get him to look you in the eye.

He gritted his teeth as he finally relented, his head finally turning back to face you. It took every ounce of self control in him not to just lean in and kiss you right then and there. He had never been so thankful for the sheer presence of a table before– his pants embarrassingly tight given what little it took to get him to that point.

You were just so captivating, too captivating at that. He tried so hard not to think of you as anything more than a coworker– or even a friend. But his efforts were to no avail. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help but admire you. The way you’d laugh, or even the way you’d make him laugh, your exceptional deductive abilities, that spark in your eye whenever you came across a challenging case, the way you’d bite the tip of your pen whenever you were just plain stumped, the way you always knew the right thing to say to him as if his thoughts were written across his forehead. 

‘How could he not fall for you?’ Was a question he always seemed to ask himself, but could never find the answer to, no matter how hard he scrounged every facet and corner of his brain. 

Joseph pulled his eyes upwards from the table to finally meet your penetrating gaze. 

“(First Name)..” Joseph whispered back to you, his eyes momentarily traveling to your lips.

“Are you ready for the bill?”

The familiar voice from earlier broke through the thick atmosphere as you both immediately pulled away from each other. Startled, you quickly reached down into your purse in search of your wallet.

“Uh– yeah, yes, we are,” you stammered, rummaging through the various items scattered about your bag.

“Were the both of you planning on splitting the bill?” The waiter asked as he took Joseph’s card.

“No, I’ll be covering for the both of us,” Joseph quickly replied before you had the chance to interject.

The waiter already took his leave and was walking away by the time you finally found your wallet.

“I could’ve paid my share, Joseph,” you murmured, closing your purse.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s only proper,” sighed Joseph as he got up from his seat.

You stumbled a bit as you tried to stand up, your head still fuzzy. Joseph, being the gentleman that he is, quickly rushed to your side to help you steady yourself.

“Oh, (First Name),” Joseph sighed, “I’ll drive you home, alright? Come on, let’s go.”

Joseph grabbed your purse for you as he carefully walked you out of the restaurant, the scent of his cologne only making your knees go even weaker. The feeling of his arms wrapped around you as he took great care not to let you trip only made you fall for him even harder. 

Opening the car door and guiding you into the passenger seat, the nearby streetlight just barely illuminated the inside of the car. He quickly grabbed the seatbelt and buckled it in for you, and gently placed your purse by your feet.

“Thanks,” you meekly thanked him, your face heating up at the kind gesture.

Joseph nodded in response, shutting the car door as he made his way to the driver’s seat.

The interior was neatly kept and clean, organized. It smelled of a mixture between Joseph’s cologne and his scented car freshener. His signature leather gloves that he always wore into work were neatly splayed atop his dashboard.

Joseph quickly entered the driver’s seat, letting out a sigh as he moved his gloves from his dash to the glove compartment. Adjusting himself, his pants somehow just as tight as before, he hoped to God that by some miracle you wouldn't be able to see the obvious bulge in his pants. He quickly put his key into the ignition as he began to back out, the lights from the restaurant slowly beginning to fade into the background of your peripherals. 

While Joseph’s attention was on the road, you took your chance to admire him. He had a noticeably nice side profile, a nicely shaped nose along with a defined jawline, and the way his fingers were curled around the steering wheel. You couldn’t help but allow your eyes to travel south, to which you were met by the protruding tent in his pants.

Your eyes widened slightly. 

He was enjoying this just as much as I was, if not more, you thought to yourself as you returned your gaze back up to his face. His facial expression was surprisingly stoic despite his physical situation.

Either you were feeling surprisingly bold today, or the alcohol really did seep into your brain. You hadn’t even given it a second thought before your hand found its way to Joseph’s thigh. You immediately felt him tense up at the contact as he sharply inhaled through his nose.

“(First Name),” his voice trembled, “I’m driving.”

“And?” You murmured as your hand snaked its way into his inner thigh.

You just barely heard Joseph swear under his breath as he bit the inside of his cheek. It took every ounce of self control in him to resist the urge to stop the car and take you right then and there.

His grip around the steering wheel reached unnerving levels as he felt your hand inch closer to his crotch. Part of him wanted nothing but to give into his unearthly urges and find an empty parking lot, but the other part of him greatly valued his dignity.

“Dammit, (First Name). Just– please let me drive and we can–” he sharply inhaled at the feeling of your hand cupping his clothed erection. “Fuck..!”

He harshly pressed down on the gas pedal, causing you to lurch backwards at the sudden increase in speed. Your head shot up to look at him, his gaze never once leaving the road.

“God, (First Name),” he paused as he squirmed under your touch, “the things you do to me..” 

“Joseph– slow down a bit,” you murmured, debating whether or not to remove your hand.

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to– to tempt me. More than you already have tonight.”

You heard the tires let out a loud screech as he sharply made a right turn, a passing by streetlight just barely illuminating his pale features. You took a moment to look up at him before the moment was harshly interrupted by Joseph slamming on the brakes, the both of you staggering forward as he hastily put the car into park.

You hadn’t even noticed that he parked in front of your apartment building until he quickly undid both yours and his seatbelts, quickly taking your side to help you out of the car.

You slung your purse over your shoulder as Joseph gently took your hand to pull you out of the car. Joseph took extra care to make sure you didn’t trip by making sure your arms were locked together tightly.

Fumbling with your keys for a moment, you finally got the door open. Finally going inside and kicking off your heels, which made walking there a million times harder, you waited for Joseph to follow you inside.

Turning back towards the door frame, Joseph stood idly outside.

“...Joseph? Aren’t you coming in?” You asked, holding the door open for him.

He cleared his throat, “It’s.. probably best that I don’t. Have a good rest of your night, (First Name),” he waved you off as he turned to take his leave.

“Wait..!” You quickly hurried over to grab his arm.

He stood stiffly in place, unsure of what to do.

“We were having such a good time before I– before I started making those flirty remarks. I didn’t mean to upset you, really! Let me make it up to you!” You insisted, holding his elbow with both of your hands.

He sighed, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. He seemed to think for a moment, before he finally turned back around to face you.

“I’m not.. upset, so to speak. It’s just– look, (First Name!) You’re drunk! And the type of advances you’ve been making towards me– I just– you have no idea how hard it is to control myself when it comes to you.” “Joseph, I’m only tipsy. I’d be way more incoherent if I were any more intoxicated.” You chuckled.

“I’ve known how I’ve felt about you for a long time. Probably since we’ve been working together,” you sandwiched one of his hands in between yours, “I like you, Joseph. I really, really like you– maybe even love. So please, will you stay the night with me? I can make us some tea, put on a movie, if that’s what you’re comfortable with.”

His shoulders seemed to relax. Perhaps he had overreacted. He contemplated what to say, or even what to think for a moment.

He laid his other hand against yours, “do you.. really mean that?”

“I do,” you replied, giving his hand a squeeze. “So, come on. Spend the night over.” You gently pleaded.

Joseph let out a soft sigh, laying one of his hands on your cheek. 

“Well, how can I say no to that?” He softly smiled, “I love you too, (First Name).”

His thumb caressed your cheek as you both held each other’s captivating gazes. Something in him compelled him to slowly lean towards you, his eyes traveling down to your lips. He gulped as he watched you subconsciously lick your lips as he gradually grew closer. You could feel your body shiver under his touch, and you weren’t sure if it were the cold nighttime weather, or if the alcohol was finally beginning to subside.

Closing your eyes as he inched closer, you felt his lips finally press against yours. They were soft, warm. Inviting. The kiss you shared felt like a personification of home. A home you never knew you needed until your paths finally crossed.

You could practically hear your heart beating with how rapidly it was pounding against the confines of your ribcage. His hand slid down your cheek and rested against your neck, his thumb running over your jawline.

You both pulled away for air, your eyes never leaving one another’s as he quickly pulled you in for another kiss. You felt your body grow warm as you snaked your arms around his shoulders. Both of his hands gently rested on the sides of your hips as he smoothly pulled you in closer, his warmth completely enveloping you.

You softly tapped his bottom lip with your tongue, requesting an entrance to which he happily obliged. Your tongue made its way over to his, just lightly grazing over it before he sharply pulled away.

Your heart stopped for a second. 

Joseph awkwardly cleared his throat, “I…uh,” he paused as he sheepishly licked his lips, “I’ve never.. kissed anyone. Especially not like that. So.. I don’t know if I’ll be any good at it..?” He mumbled, a slight hint of pink dusting his cheeks.

“That’s alright,” you quickly reassured, closing the distance between the both of you. “We can practice together.”

He gulped, his eyes widening in anticipation as he swiftly enveloped your lips in another tender embrace.

His lips were already slightly parted, allowing for your tongue to just barely make its way into his mouth. He was very awkward, but you didn’t mind.

“Just relax, baby,” you softly whispered against his mouth. 

You weren’t sure where the pet name came from, but you certainly weren’t complaining given the effect it had on Joseph. You felt him sharply inhale against your lips, like you flipped a switch. He instantly grew more assertive, and he naturally began to figure out how to properly kiss you in the manner you suggested. Emotions seemed to pour out of you, as if with each passing moment he was exploring each and every one of the thoughts or feelings you had for him. Each frivolous secret being carefully unlocked.

A soft moan escaped your lips as the entirety of your being seemed to melt into his touch. He softly bit your bottom lip as he slowly pulled away from the delicate exchange. His lips found their way to your cheek as he slowly trailed kisses down from the corner of your mouth down to your shoulder. Each kiss felt like gentle fireworks with the electric sensation that they set off inside of you. 

You couldn’t help but let out another soft groan as you tugged on the back of Joseph’s hair in pleasure. You could feel him press his aching erection against your waist from the confines of his slacks. He whimpered against your skin, taking extreme care not to be too rough with you.

“(First Name),” Joseph groaned as he looked back up at you with pleading eyes.

You gently pointed his chin back towards you with your thumb, harshly pushing your lips back against his as you directed the both of you backwards into your apartment. You sloppily shut the door behind you. Joseph immediately pushed you up against the back of the door, his lips immediately planting kisses on your neck as you felt him softly grind against you.

“My God, you have no idea how difficult you are to say no to, do you?” He whined as he used one hand to adjust himself in his slacks.

He’d been on edge since the beginning of that evening. It was like you were dangling yourself in front of him despite him thinking he would never be able to have you– to be with you– to have the chance to give you the entire world which you so deserved. 

Your good nature was etched into the very fibers of your being and it was the primary reason as to why he was so completely, utterly enamored by you. And seeing you in that dress, it was like seeing a goddess in the flesh. 

“You’d better get used to it,” you replied, tugging on his tie and dragging his head down to yours.

You really did always know how to push his buttons.

“Don’t count on it.”

He positioned his knee in between your thighs, lightly applying pressure as he gently rested his forehead against yours. Capturing each other in the tenderness of your gazes, his leg just barely created any friction against your heat, making you writhe. You groaned through your teeth, grinding against his thigh as your nails dug into the surface of his white button up shirt.

“J-Joseph..” you sputtered out, “let’s go to my bed.”

Joseph nodded, backing up as you grabbed his hand. The second you both got into your bedroom, he quickly shut the door behind him and drew you in for another kiss. Quickly hitting the light switch, his arms snaked their way back around your waist as he gently guided you backwards onto the bed. 

He knelt on top of you, his chest rapidly rising and falling with each breath. He gulped, his eyes slightly widened as he looked down at you. He licked the inside of his cheek as he positioned his knee back in between your thighs, applying just the slightest bit of pressure. He knew just what to do to make you squirm and crave for more.

“It’s hard to believe that this– that this is your first time,” you groaned as your back arched into his thigh.

“I’ve.. done some research,” he meekly admitted, breaking eye contact for only a moment.

 A smug smile graced your features, “that is so like you.”

Yanking on his tie, his lips slammed back into yours as your legs wrapped themselves around his torso. One his hands slowly made its way up your thigh, the skirt part of your dress riding up as his fingers lightly grazed your skin. His fingers rested on your hip while his thumb felt for your underwear, gently pulling them down. You winced under his gentle touch, wanting badly to feel him explore your body further.

A soft whimper escaped from your throat as his fingers slowly drew themselves closer to your writhing heat. You could feel how wet you were already. You don’t know how long you’d been craving for this– craving for him. Every aspect of his personality and even his physical appearance was like a breath of fresh air. You felt like you could just kiss him forever, melting into him and absorbing his warmth.

His fingers inched their way underneath your panties. The feeling of his fingers immediately being covered in your slick made him groan, his pants growing even tighter. If that was even possible.

His index finger traced along the outer area of your entrance before carefully sliding it inside of you. Your warm inner walls hugged his finger, sparking his curiosity as to how you’d feel wrapped around his cock.

You couldn’t help but moan as he curled his fingers inside of you, your back arching into his hand as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. The sinful noises escaping from your lips made his head spin, his lips slightly parted as he drank in your erotic expression.

He could feel your walls slowly begin to tighten around his fingers. In response, he quickly pulled his fingers out just before you finished, undoubtedly irritating you, and making you want more.

“Fuck, Joseph..!” You grunted, your nails digging into his back.

You allowed one of your hands to travel south, giving his clothed erection a nice squeeze as you quickly tried to undo his belt. Pulling it out through his belt buckles and tossing it onto the floor beside you, it landed with a loud “clunk!” as you immediately went for his zipper. 

Seeing you so worked up and aroused only made Joseph want you more. He immediately unzipped your dress, looking up at you as if asking if it were okay. You nodded in response, pulling the dress off of yourself.

Joseph had to take a moment to stop and admire you for a moment, his eyes traveling up and down your body. You looked so heavenly in just your bra and underwear. And.. was that a matching set? You had been waiting for this, maybe even expecting it.

The way he stared at you, it was like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. Like there was too much of you he wanted to feel at once and he wasn’t sure where to start.

Joseph took it upon himself to undo his pants himself, his erection creating a large bulge in his boxers. The feeling of his aching arousal being released from the confines of his pants sent a wave of relief over him. Pulling his boxers down, his erection pointed upwards proudly in a curve.

You couldn’t take it anymore. Your legs wrapped back around his torso as the base of his erection rubbed against your heat. The base of his cock got coated in your wetness, making his eyes roll back as he felt you tug on his hair. 

“N..need you so badly, Joseph,” you stammered, your lips slightly parted.

He whimpered, “I love you, (First Name).”

He lined himself up with your entrance, doing his best to be gentle at first. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you, and he wanted you to enjoy this just as much as he was.

At first, his size sent a wave of pain throughout your lower area as you clawed into the back of his shirt, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. He made sure to go slowly, gently pumping in and out of you to give you time to adjust. The pain blurred into pleasure as you begged him to go faster.

“You’re so, so beautiful,” Joseph said in between moans.

The noises of his hips slamming into yours combined with each other’s stifled moans was sinful and you prayed your neighbors couldn’t hear you, but that was the least of your concerns right now.

Joseph whimpered, his hands clenched into fists around your bed sheets, “I-I’m gonna– I’m gonna cum..!” 

You could hardly form words as his erection slammed into you as you felt the knot within the pits of your stomach about to finally come undone, and he pulled out just as you finished. As your wetness pooled under you, Joseph came onto your torso. The white liquid coated your breasts as well as a bit of your stomach.

He allowed his body weight to fall beside you, both of you trying to catch your breath as you laid beside one another.

“I love you, Joseph.”

“I love you, beautiful.”

Joseph got up to your bathroom, finding some paper towels as he cleaned you up and gently tucked you in. He climbed in after you shortly after, borrowing your biggest shirt and pajama pants to change into.

Falling asleep in his arms was far better than you could have ever imagined.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

coming home

synopsis : you sleep over at katsuki’s place after a night out with your friends. it’s more convenient that way.

an. wrote something rq after seeing the epilogue chapter and pheeewieeeee,,my boyfriend..sigh my boyfriend oh my boyfriend ouggh

cw. nothin really, just a lil casual domesticity w katsu :3, katsuki is fine ASL, reader n katsuki shower together so nakedness they nakey, lmk if there's anything else !!

you’ve noticed katsuki looks very good when he’s the designated driver.

he looks so natural behind the wheel, arms slightly flexed and gripping the steering wheel. his face serene but slightly tensed in concentration, occasionally scoffing to himself whenever someone in front of him drives too slow or cuts him off.

the lamp posts outside reflect nicely on his jaw, his nose and sharp eyes. his whole face really, you can’t stop sneaking glances at him.

he takes the opportunity to place his hand on your thigh once you get to a stop light, giving it a light squeeze. it feels heavy, relaxed, like your thigh just conveniently happens to be there for him to use as an armrest.

another squeeze and katsuki speaks, eyes never leaving the road, the stop light shines the same color as them.

“what’re ya peekin’ at me for, huh ?”

you’ve clearly not been sneaky enough, but you hum anyway. “whaddya mean ?” you ask innocently, your boyfriend scoffs.

a pinch to your thigh and he laughs when you whine. “know you’re not dumb, so quiet actin’ like you are. you got somethin’ on your mind, say it.”

you pout at him, he catches it when he glances at you briefly and smirks, katsuki pats your thigh.

“i was jus’ lookin at you, you look nice.”

he hums at that, smirk growing wider, he nods lightly “nice, huh ?”

“mhm,” you nod “really nice..” you clarify, making a point to look him up and down. he snorts, but his grip on your thigh does a bad job at making him look unbothered.

“know you’re obsessed with me, but you could at least try to act like you’re not.” he teases, hands going back to the steering wheel when the lights on his face shine green. the slight furrow in his brows immediately returns when the car in front of him doesn’t immediately pick up the pace. his fingers drum against the wheel impatiently.

“you got somewhere you need to be or something ?” you giggle.

“yeah, home. in bed.” he quips, always as easily irritable when he was sleepy and not to mention just a bit tipsy. kaminari had managed to get him to drink a little bit more than he usually would but the electric blond got too drunk to notice you’re boyfriend babysitting his drink the entire night. he always insisted on being the driver when it came to his precious baby.

you know he’s never liked to drink much, but you also think katsuki doesn’t so as to not demolish his so called 'reputation'. you and a handful of friends know how needy and emotional he gets when he gets drunk. he acts like everyone is after him when he’s reminded of the fact.

when things had started to die down and everyone slowly but surely started heading home, katsuki leant in near you to ask if you were ready to head out. he was the one that insisted on picking you up from your place since you were on the way to the restaurant, it was more convenient that way he'd said.

but suddenly, he’d suggested you just sleep over at his house for the night. his was closer if he took a shortcut, and it was already getting late. besides, you had left plenty of your stuff at his house. it was just “less of a pain” that way, he’d claimed, and you agreed.

katsuki places his arms behinds your chair to carefully back up into a parking spot. a lucky find, since it was so late at night. but that was hardly something you could focus on when he leant in so close, jaw tight in concentration. he smells just a bit like alcohol mixed with his usual scent.

you’d been together for years now, and yet this still makes your heart hammer, you’d blame it on the slight buzz of alcohol in your system if it wasn’t for the fact that this has always been how you’d reacted before—from the day he’d gotten his license and took you for a test drive to show off.

as the car slows to stop and the engine dies down with a low growl, katsuki turns on the lights and sighs, plopping down onto his seat with a groan, you have to laugh at how he acts like he’d just driven through a desert. he runs a hand through his hair and you notice katsuki looks extremely good when he’s the designated driver.

conveniently, you still have some sleepwear laying around at his house, neatly folded would be a better way to say it, katsuki was always a clean freak, not that it mattered much though since you knew you could just grab one of his shirts and call it a day and he wouldn’t mind at all. you think it shouldn't feel so natural to fish out a pair of your clothes from the drawer, like you'd been living here your entire life.

conveniently, katsuki has a spare toothbrush. he denies that he’d gotten it for you and tries to convince you that his specific toothbrush was sold in a pack of two and he was planning on keeping it for himself.

right, of course.

katsuki’s apartment has always had a cozy feel to you. probably because it was his and not just any old apartment. he just had this warmth to him that made it a home, one you could see yourself sharing with him. it’d be simple, natural. like breathing just to be with him.

you don’t particularly enjoy smelling like alcohol and outside, so you’re happy to sneak off to get to the bathroom first while your boyfriend gets himself a glass of water. until he catches you, of course. he almost chokes with how fast he zooms towards you, quickly wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“the fuck you think yer doin’ ?”

“katsuki, m’stinky and gross.”

“m’not gonna let you hog the bathroom in my house, get your own.” he stalks closer to you. he’s grown a lot since high school—in height, muscle, confidence and the list could go on, you stand your ground.

“you’re the one who brought me here, mister.” you shove an accusatory finger into his firm chest. he doesn’t budge, but he scowls down at your finger like you’d shot him and digs his finger into your side before you can stop him. you’re ready to cuss him out and fight if you have to, but to your surprise he sighs. looking off to the side.

“fine, we’ll just both go then.” he huffs, ears slightly tinted pink in the light of his living room.

oh.

“w—oh.” you breathe, immediately his eyes zip to you. his eyebrows furrow harder and his lip pulls up to hide the embarrassment growing on his face. “what ? s’that a problem or something ?”

“no, no !” you try to tone down the surprise in your voice, leaning against the wall to try and act casual. “i mean, no it’s not but—like, are you sure ?” and you feel like you’re sixteen again asking him if it was okay to kiss him.

“it’s more convenient that way. uses up less hot water so, it works out for me.”

“ah, right. bills.” you try to jest, managing to only huff awkwardly. your eyes flit to him and the floor and he scoffs after a minute. slowly, gently, he grabs your wrist. slowly, gently going towards your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours.

“stop being dumb and weird.” he scolds, before pulling you inside the bathroom with him.

you realise, really realise, with your back against his chest, how warm your boyfriend is.

he's always run hot and it came in especially handy during the harsher winter months. but now it's not cold, it can't possibly be when it feels like he's damn near running a fever behind you.

hot water be damned, he'd be able to heat up an ice cold bath all by himself you think. perhaps he'd always been this scorching, but it's the extra proximity that's making you realise it.

despite scolding you earlier for making it weird, katsuki is incredibly stiff. he'd been stiff when he swiftly turned around the moment he decide the water was an alright temperature, mumbling something about telling him when you got in. he'd kept his eyes aimed diligently at the ceiling of his bathroom and almost slipped when he tried to reach for the corner of his bathtub. you tried to spare him the embarrassment of giggling at his mumbled, butt naked cursing.

he'd scooched in behind you and it took him about a minute to let himself relax enough to let your skin touch. despite it being more convenient for him like he'd claimed, his hands stayed glued to the edge of the bathtub. the grip he has seems a little much, you can see his knuckles almost turning white, but his arms strain and bulge that way and you won't say that's not nice to look at.

you decide to make the move. you sigh, feigning relaxation despite your heart pounding, only intensifying when katsuki holds his breath for a second behind you. you make yourself more comfortable, leaning against him more and woah, he's scalding. you almost want to pull back, but you feel yourself leaning a bit further as you realise he's moved back too. his back now touching the edge of the tub. he hisses when the undoubtebly cold edge hits his skin.

slowly, slowly, the grip on the tub relaxes, and he lets himself dip around. fingertips slowly floating around in the water until they came to run up your arms. your shoulders, and he sighs then, really sighs like he's comfortable. and then all is good in the world again.

he's somewhat used to it now, and it's normal, almost second nature how he leans his head forward to land in the crook of your shoulder. he nuzzles into it more when you lean to the side to give him more space. he shoves his head in deeper, nudging his head to yours harder because he knows the tips of his hair tickle. and of course, ever the nuiscance, does it again and again until it has you giggling softly in the quiet of his bathroom.

and you think you could honestly get used to it.

"'ve been thinkin'.." you hear him mumble against your skin. you let out a hum when he doesn't continue. "'bout what ?" you ask sleepily.

"..bout you moving in, with me." he pauses, you pause. and it's quiet. again.

"o-oh yeah ? where did that come from ?" you try to keep your voice as steady as possible. your heart races and you feel it so hard you think it ripples in the water. you feel katsuki lift his head up lightly in confusion, but his eyes still won't move towards you.

"ya had something else planned 'r somethin' ?"

"no, no ! i'd wanna, i'm super down !" you're a bit louder than you mean to be, voice a bit breathier and higher in pitch and it echoes against the walls of the bathroom. katsuki's fingers twitch where they rest on the edge of the bathtub again and he sighs.

"i just didn't expect you to um-pop the question.." you trail off, you immediately mentally smack yourself for the wordage you used, because now you can't stop thinking about marrying him. you wished you could sink further into the water but now you're a little too aware of the hot skin pressed behind you.

katsuki doesn't look at you, he leans back until he's staring at the ceiling. you can tell he's trying to make himself more comfortable with the way he stiffens in an effort not to move like he usually would when he'd pretend to be unbothered. it tells you that maybe, just maybe, he was thinking about the same thing as you.

he sighs, and he finally looks at you then. voice poised and calm, but his eyebrows furrow and there's a slight pink on his cheeks.

"just..more convenient that way. you're already here all the time anyway." his rough voice cracks just slightly, the hints of doubt peeking through him. after letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding, you hum again.

"y-yeah--yeah.." you manage. katsuki clicks his tongue behind you.

"look, if you don't wanna-" your boyfriend gulps back his next words when you lean back against him once more. stiffening, before finally calming down again.

"i do, i wanna move in with you. truly." you lean your head back enough to comfortably look at him so he can see how serious you are. it seems to stun him a bit, eyes widened. his lips tremble like he wants to speak but can't. and since he can't, he composes himself (tries to at least) and nods, mostly to himself rather than you.

"good..good.." he mutters. you nod as well, turning back and closing your eyes to try and calm your beating heart, to fully relax.

"mhm, good."

and it's quiet again. only the sound of soft breaths and beating hearts remain. you can almost feel his heartbeat pressed against your back.

"how long have you been thinking about it--me moving in and all ?"

he hums from behind you, now that he's calmed down, his shoulders relax and he gets just a bit bolder, rubbing a thumb against the skin of your upper arm.

"does it matter ?"

"yes."

he grumbles, obviously embarrassed. " a while." is what he settles with "figured it was about time."

about time, huh ? you nod, the room overtaken by silence yet again. a comfortable, warm one you could get used to.

"'sides, i know how much you miss me when you leave."

you scoff, rolling your eyes. he's ruined the moment like his big mouth usually does.

"oh please, you're the one that keeps calling me back the moment i do leave." you shoot back, it's katsuki's turn to scoff now.

" yeah, sure. just admit you're obsessed with me, babe." he sasses.

"oh, babe you forgot your sweater at my place so come back and get it. what? no, i can't bring it back you forgot it so you come get iiit !" you put on a nasally deep voice, waving your arms around in the water dramatically.

"s-shut up, moron !" katsuki stutters, his abrupt movements of disbelief causing the water to ripple and spill over from the tub. "i don't sound like that--"

"oh babe, now that you're here i actually just remembered you forgot to gimme my 5th goodbye kiss on the way out--"

"yn.." he warns lowly.

"oh yn, if i could, i'd spent my entire life makin' out with you cus i wuv you sooo much, bleh bleh muah muah-- !" your crude little kissy noises are interrupted by your boyfriend furiously flicking water into your face. you squeal loudly, shrieking trying to block the jet stream with your arms. you laugh loudly as he continues attacking you from all sides and you're sure by now half of the water he's used was most definitely on the floor, but you really couldn't care less.

and frankly, you could get used to this.

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[deusfoundry]

i cannot stop thinking about ex!dick grayson in this post. like . every little thing just drives him up a wall. how your dress is just a touch darker than white—maybe a nice cream or beige, but it's enough to fuel his imagination. fill his mind with images of you adorned in silk and lace, walking down the aisle with a bouquet of your favorite flavors to the altar. to him, and what would've been a lifetime spent in his arms.

your hair, loosely curled. like when water meets the shore, when it moves in waves so gentle you're inclined to let it sweep you off your feet. neatly pinned to the back of your head with the beret your mother passed down to you—the one you would've worn on the day you took his last name.

that perfectly practiced smile of yours that you flash at other guests when you greet them. the one that makes them feel like warm honey is trickling down their spine. like they're being pulled into a hug. but dick knows it's far from being genuine. still, if he blinks—long and hard enough that he almost looses his balance—he can conjure up a picture of you on the rare occasion that the world needs neither of your vigilante counterparts. on nights where it's just you and him, and boxes of takeout and the tv drowning you and that smile of yours in a soft glow as you rewatch one of your favorite romcoms. god he would've had it immortalized through a painting worthy of being hung on the walls of museums had you two not—

[getouyuri]

promised a stsg concubines snippet so here y’all go 🦦 freak 4 freak 4 freak

[thinkabtmar]

your eyes tell

Numb. That's all you felt watching him slowly slip through your fingers. Your words, 'okays' and 'get home safes,' flowed from your lips like a well rehearsed script, a routine you unwillingly embraced.

You were convinced every forced smile was enough to mask your true feelings, but you should've known Sae would always see right through you.

"You're clearly not okay." He says, worry evident in his eyes.

He lets out a sigh, gently lifting your chin to meet his ever so piercing gaze. "What's going on with you? Talk to me." He continues, voice stern.

You say nothing but your eyes tell him everything he needs to know. "Y/n... You know I love you right?"

"Do you? Or is football the only thing on your mind right now?" You scoff, driven by a swarm of insecurities that scream I'm not good enough for him.

...

His hand falls from your chin. He definitely hates me now. He's gonna break up with me and never speak to me ag- your train of thoughts are abruptly interrupted by the familiar warmth of his lips against yours.

You stand there, momentarily stunned before gently responding to his kiss. The storm of emotions that swirled within you moments ago melts away along with you at the feeling of Sae's hand pulling you closer by the waist, leaving only the sweetness of the moment.

You bury your face into his neck, clearly embarrassed.

"I'm freeing my schedule for the month. No more football. Just me and you," he whispers, lips curling into a soft smile at the way your eyes lit up at his words.

[abyssyby]

Zayne and Julian from the Barbie Princess and Pauper, yes yes but listen listen here for an additional information

Sylus as King Dominic. That's all thank you (that and I was imagining sylus and reader or mc singing if you love me for me🥺🥺🥺)

GILL??! URE SO RIGHT

sylus would be the kind of hands on king that would want to meet his betrothed undercover as an “ambassador”. a man of a thousand faces, he’d totally disguise himself as a guard to break u out of prison 😭

AND YES OMG SYLUS AND READER/MC/NONMC DUET ON THE HARPSICHORD ��

and their last scene????

sylus offers you a golden band, atop it a priceless gem, burning like a million sunsets within. “it was meant for you.”

but you are leaving. there is a quiet confidence in his eyes despite the fact. you hate it. he doesn’t deserve to wait for you, to delay his happiness for your eager and yet indecisive heart. “no, i—“

his fingers wrap around yours gently, butterfly-winged touch slipping the ring on your finger anyway. for all his regality, his authority— he is awfully stubborn. but he wont keep you here. wont cage you in for his own selfish gain. at the very least, he just wants you to remember him. and that would be enough.

you catch his gaze. the storm behind yours meet the tranquility behind his. you swallow, feeling the weight of the ring. of his devotion. of his impending absence… “no promises?”

he smiles, somber. and yet still cocky, but not unlovable. “i’ll take my chances.”

something tells you that your hesitation to leave isn’t fear of your newly acquired freedom. but a soul yearning for its other half to stay.

[inf3ct3dd]

pistol ☆

authors note : this came to me in a vision…maybee sorta kinda a teaser fer my next series 🤫

warnings: nuh uhhhh

pairings: ellie x ‘bsf’!reader

“hey!!”

ellie exclaims, lightly nudging your side with her foot. you , being dramatically ticklish, flinch your side and move your torso away from her, giggling.

“since when are you so ticklish?” she questioned, lips curling into a smirk.

“i dunno what you’re talking about.” you answered, sitting up from your spot on the bed and crossing your arms.

“oh yeah?” she challenged with a mischievous look on her face. nearly seconds later, you feel her foot attack the same spot, and you try as hard as you can to resist the laugh that builds in your chest.

“nothin.”

“what if i just….” she began, crawling over to you on the bed. her hand reaches for your neck, and you instinctively cock your head to the side, protecting yourself.

“what was that?” she asked, sitting herself in front of you.

“no idea what yr talking about.”

when she notices you uncross your arms, she dives into the opportunity, wiggling her fingers on your stomach. you break into laughter, squirming around and trying to push her off.

“ellie PLEASE” you exclaim between giggles, still squirming away from her.

“whatcha talking about? thought you weren’t ticklish??” she tilted her head to the side, still attacking your torso and laughing.

“im- im not!” you successfully squirm away from her, curling into a ball.

“alright, fine.” she responds , sitting back down on the bed.

after a few seconds of silence and hiding from her touch, you finally relax yourself back into your spot. but as soon as you reach for your phone, you feel ellies thighs on both sides of yours, caging you in.

shes close, close enough that you feel her breath against your face. you try to ignore how it heats up, confusion and nervousness evident on your features and before you can even question it, you feel her cold fingers tickling your neck, and you lose it. you start squirming uncontrollably, giggling so much that tears collect in the corners of your eyes. but the way she has you trapped, theres no escape.

“ellie-i cant- please” you beg, your lungs feel like they’re giving out, letting out breathy laughs and pleas.

after a few more seconds, she finally comes to a stop, resting her hands on your shoulders.

“what happened to ms. ‘im not ticklish’, huh?” she utters, cockiness lacing her tone.

she holds eye contact with you, still sitting on your lap. her eyes turn a more brownish-green under the light of your room lamp, and her hair is slightly messy. your mouth hangs open, staring at her as you try and catch your breath. her hands feel like hundred pound weight’s on your shoulders, but you don’t resist them.

“…..i’m not.”

[bows4cherri]

how would they react with a clingy gf !!

Characters : DBZ VR ! - Goku, Vegeta, Piccolo, Gohan, Future! Trunks

WARNINGS :0! Fem!Reader, indicates suggestive sexual romances, reader is smaller than the characters, arguments included

Goku ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

It’s kind of difficult to be clingy with him because he's too busy out and saving the world :( 

Never fear though! Whenever he gets some free time in his heroic schedule he makes sure to make it up with lots good loving cuddles! 

He’s a big  kind of an airhead towards romance but he really tries to show you he loves you! 

Though you’re the one who initiated most of the physical affection first in the beginning of your relationship when he finally initiated it first without you having to it was a very cute day :>    

 -> “Y/n I’m home!” Goku had been training for some time with krillin just to continue on building up his strength so this has been the first since you had last seen him in a couple weeks. “Oh Goku! Welcome home, I’ll be out in a minute. I'm just finishing up lunch!.”After lunch though Goku felt off, you hadn’t given him your usual affectionate self like you always do once he gets home. Maybe some cuddling before a nap will help! “Hey Y/n, I’m gonna take a nap, do you wanna come with?” “Oh no I’m okay you go on ahead honey, I’m going to get started on some desserts for later!” He didn’t like that response :( He heads over to you and he picks you up in bridal style with ease. “Goku what are you doing?!” “I haven't even gotten a single kiss and now you refuse to nap with me? Something is seriously wrong with you today, are you sure you're my Y/n? She would never do this to me” His face forms into an adorable pout at you placing you in the bed before immediately snuggling his big body onto yours. Even going as far to attack you with kisses all over your face making you giggle. 

You worry about him a lot although! , maybe a little too much but who wouldn’t when their husband is constantly out fighting?!! So he may go a little overboard with trying to convince you on why he needs to go to this fight. This leads to your feelings being hurt big time from the arguments on how you just want Goku to be safe and sound, but he needs argues that he needs to be the worlds hero - this causes a silent treatment towards Goku though  he wouldn’t get the hint as he had already left to go fight, it’ll take a second for him to realize that he went too far as Bulma and the others have to be the ones to explain to him that you’ve been ignoring him and why.

Begins to follow you everywhere like a puppy begging for forgiveness with countless apologies. “I’m sorry honey, but all those people needed my help. You know I’m the only one who can help them.”  You begin to lecture him again with hopeless tears running down your cheeks as you had been so worried about him getting hurt and never returning on how he needs to be more careful about his well being or else you’ll never let him go out again. And this time you really mean it! >:(

He’s actually fearful of you once you actually start to get angry at him, since he knows his wife is quite scary when angry. So he promises to be as safe as a person fighting deathly monsters as he can! 

More comfort cuddles and kisses for you though!! 

Vegeta (｀_´)ゞ

Honestly sometimes he wonders just how he even fell in love with you in the first place…JUST KIDDING maybe

When you two had first met he was not at all used to your behavior of such sensitive emotions and clinginess as to him it’s bothersome to show such emotion. But you two had gotten so weirdly close since you were always at Bulma's house hanging out and he had been living there at the time - meaning that you two spent a LOT of time together wink wink. Meaning he eventually got used to you clinging onto him though he will still yell at you - “Woman don’t you have something better to do instead of clinging around me all the time?!” He’ll never actually forcefully made you leave his side :D

Although he acts very irritated with your behavior he surprisingly puts up with a lot of it, especially allowing you to cling onto him 24/7 with some cursing here and there

Unfortunately not every relationship is pitch perfect especially INCLUDING the you have with Mr. Prince Vegeta. Sometimes he’ll come off as a little too aggressive with his choice of words making you cry in the process :( ! “Vegeta, I just want you to be safe. Is that so hard for you to understand?!” “Well I don’t need you to be so worried about me, woman! I AM THE STRONGEST MAN IN THE UNIVERSE I DON'T NEED YOU TO FRET OVER ME!”

After the fight you begin to ignore him and his pride is much too big for him to even aknowledge this, leading the silent treatment to go on for over 2 weeks until he grows irritated at this. 

    Vegeta had pulled you to the side one day looking conflicted yet another look was hidden in his eyes…apologetic? He sighs frustrated as he finally grumbles out an apology  “Listen I’m..I’m sorry for that outburst..”  You smile a bit before acting as if you hadn’t heard him. “Mm? What was that?”  He grows even more frustrated as you hadn’t heard and you continue to tease him until you finally laugh out and hug him tightly, whispering a soft “it’s okay.” Vegeta lets out a soft grunt before answering “Yeah whatever woman” 

He’s not the best at expressing himself either but he’ll try his hardest to make it up to you in any way he can! 

Piccolo ψ(｀∇´)ψ

When you guys first started dating it had felt unusual for someone other than Gohan to really care and cling to him like you did to him. 

Took him a while some time to get used to but trust me once he did he adored it! 

Personally his favorite part of his day is your kisses. Good morning kiss? Yep. Goodbye kisses? Mhm! Good luck kisses? YUPP! Good night kisses? Yes. If he doesn’t at least get one kiss from you his day is incomplete

Unfortunately his stupid big ego gets in the way with small arguments you guys will have resulting in an even bigger one

He’ll take some time to himself after the argument though because he knows he’ll just continue to hurt you if he stays

Will come back as a mega softie :) 

Gohan (о´∀`о)

Given his childhood it honestly was even hard for him to notice that you liked him! Not to mention you rarely saw him so it was even harder to tell him :(

The day you confessed he was very taken aback you almost thought he was going to reject you! :( He just had grown so shy about you confessing, the most cutest girl he’d ever seen like him! You even had to be the one to ask him out on a date which he excitedly accepted! 

You two had a blast though - from walking around eating some ice cream to going on some huge carnival rides then ending the day with you two just walking around the city 

         “I really enjoyed today Gohan it was fun!” 

  “No I did too! I’ve never been on carnival    rides before. I never thought they’d be so fun!” 

    Eventually you two have reached your house   marking the end of the date. Leading you to into to an awkward silence “Well…this is my stop I’ll um..see you later?” Giving him a small smile you begin to turn away from him until he calls for you. “Wait! Um.. if it’s alright with you I’ll really like to.. you know go out with you again if that’s okay?” A soft hue of red covers his cheeks as he tries to keep his nerves down. “Oh really?! Of course I’d love that Gohan!” You run up to him giving him a bear hug as he catches you with that lovely laugh of his. “This means we’re officially dating right?” He feels a bit silly for asking but he wants to make sure with you. “Mhm!” You give him a soft peck on his cheek before getting off him and heading to your house. “Bye bye Gohan!” He held his cheek where you kissed him in a sort of daze “Bye…” 

You two are tied together hip to hip whenever you guys are together. This although isn’t good whenever he decides to go and help everyone else on saving the world. “Gohan please I’m begging you don’t go!I don’t want you getting hurt” “Hey I’ll be fine okay? I’m strong remember?” “Gohan you’ve said this before and you almost got killed!” “I’m sorry but i really have to go” then poof he’s gone!

Needless to say that you aren’t very happy with him after that. And he immediately catches on once you aren’t the first one to greet him back with your endless hugs and kisses instead a simple huff then your disappearance. He quickly says his hello’s to everyone before quickly catching up to you

   “Listen, you're upset with me and you’re perfectly in the right to be so but look I'm back  that’s all that matters, I’m back here with you.” As he back hugs you tucking your head in his chest you begin to sob in his arms. “Never do that to me again Gohan! Or I swear I’ll put your 6 feet under myself!!” 

Gohan begins to feel even more guilty than he had before he had left you. Making sure to spread all of his time with you, letting you cling onto him just so you know that he’ll always be here with you. 

Future! Trunks∩^ω^∩

You and Trunks have been together for years now, it’s definitely been hard to fully act as a “normal” couple with the androids but you two made it work. Always finding joy in each other’s company anyways :)! Which honestly helped in your favor since you loved clinging to him any chance you got. 

Your favorite parts though are probably the late night talks you have about everything and nothing whilst being in each others arms. Trunks is definitely a listener as you ramble on but he has his moments his childish nature will pop out. 

Trunks is a little sentimental so you two keep each other’s emotions in check, probably why you two work out so well because there’s never a moment where you both don’t sit down and just talk and talk. 

When he and Bulma had told you that he’s going to be going back to the past to warn the others about the androids so this kind of timeline can be avoided, you didn’t know what to do. I mean of course you were worried as hell for him but all you could do was tightly hug as you wished him good luck and that you’ll be waiting for his return. 

You and Bulma stayed hidden in the bunker enjoying your occasional girl time with trunks gone, you had taken the role of going out for food and supplies whenever you two needed them despite bulmas constant worries of your safety. 

 When trunks had finally returned to your future defeating the androids and bringing peace back to the world it was definitely a rush of emotions. You remember how you and Bulma had rushed up to him absolutely sobbing your eyes out and hugging him with no thoughts of letting go anytime soon. 

Over a couple weeks had passed and the world was starting to rebuild itself again meaning that you and trunks decided to take some time together. Well actually it was Bulma that said you two needed to spend some time together for once since you both had been putting your all into rebuilding but hey who’s to tell her no? :p

You two decided just to do a small at home date since you guys haven’t gotten much rest time in a while. Homemade dinner, being silly as you two make dessert together, and lastly the most important part..cuddles. Honestly you hadn’t really remembered a single part because as soon as you got into his arms you were out cold. You can best believe you two were in each other’s arms for a looonngg time after that :3

[reveluving]

Movie got me so good, I'm cooking something up. See ya' in a few hours <333

[ap41cu5]

can you do joseph x reader when the reader have a nightmare when reader wake up from the nightmare but she doesn't wake joseph up because she doesn't to bother him but he can't sleeping without her and he comfort her

Plagued Dreams

Joseph Oda x F! Reader Rating: Fluff Genre: One-Shot Fluff Word Count: 1173 Short Synopsis: The reader wakes up from a nightmare that used to persist often in the past. The incident causing the nightmare had troubled her for months and she had seemingly recovered from it. But the nightmare returned, and the reader, who didn't want to wake up her fiance (Joseph Oda), begins to have a meltdown in the living room. Joseph hears her cries and immediately goes to comfort her. A/N: im gonna be honest this is not my best work and i am so sorry that i posted this so late but i do hope that you enjoy this nonetheless! i havent had much time to write as usual, and i apologize if this fic isnt as long as you were hoping

“Holy shit, oh my God..” you whispered to yourself, your head aching as you rubbed your temples.

You had just woken up in a cold sweat, gasping for air as the sheets clung uncomfortably to your body.

What the hell?

You couldn’t wrap your head around it. You had gotten over it years ago, so why did it come back now? You hadn’t even thought about the incident in months. Why was such a tragic memory coming back to haunt you?

It wasn’t your fault. It was never your fault, so why was it that you could never shake the feeling of guilt that washed over you whenever it was mentioned?

You looked over to Joseph, who was peacefully lying beside you, the sheets sloppily thrown on top of him and one of his arms carefully wrapped around your torso. His lips slightly parted and his head tilted, even lightly snoring. The clock on his nightstand read: 3:23AM.

You were always so grateful to be engaged to a man like him. He was smart, had a delightfully dry sense of humor, beyond compassionate, sweet, and such a gentleman. He always had a knack for reading you like a book– like all of your thoughts were written above your head for him to see. You balanced each other out wonderfully, rendering the both of you the perfect team.

You moved to gently shake him, but checked the clock one last time before your hand had the chance to make contact with the resting man. The small lettering beside the time read in all caps: TUE. That’s right. It was a Tuesday morning, meaning you both had work. It wouldn’t be fair to wake him up and have him miss out on sleep because of you. 

Carefully retracting your hand, your eyes still scanning his sleeping form, you gently took the covers off of you and got up out of bed. You gently lifted his arm off of you and placed it atop your pillow, hoping he wouldn’t notice the difference as you began to make your way towards the living room.

Carefully shutting the bedroom door behind you, you immediately headed for the kitchen to treat yourself to a cold glass of water. 

The cold liquid made your throat ache as you gulped it down. It was oddly refreshing, and seemed to clear your head during the brief moment. The night was silent, the only sound rushing through air being the occasional buzzing of cars passing through the intersection outside the kitchen window. 

Placing your glass in the kitchen sink, you made your way towards the couch. Maybe watching a bit of TV would help put me back to sleep, you thought. Plopping down on the couch and grabbing the remote, you flipped through a couple channels before finally settling for the news. Since it was three in the morning, you had a feeling nothing good would be on anyway.

You tried as hard as you could to focus on the news, but the incident refused to leave your fatigued, debilitated mind. Images seemed to flash through your head, no matter how badly you tried to think about anything else. Nothing seemed to work. It was suffocating. You hugged your knees as you felt your chest begin to tighten. The low sounds emitting from the TV seemed to fade into nothingness as everything around you seemed to crumble from beneath your fingertips. Your breathing became heavy as you tried your hardest to snap yourself out of it. Tears cascaded down your cheeks and the walls seemed to cave in around you. 

“(First Name)?” The sound of Joseph’s voice seemed to cut through the haze of your anxiety.

He quickly took your side, wrapping one of his arms around your back as his other hand moved to cup your cheek.

“Hey, it’s alright. I’ve got you,” Joseph quietly muttered to you as he gently pulled you towards him.

The feeling of his arms around you immediately helped you to ground yourself again. His embrace was warm and his words were comforting. You turned, slowly wrapping your arms around him as you sobbed into his chest. 

Joseph stroked your hair, “It’s alright, you’re alright. I’m here,” he whispered into your ear. 

He laid backwards onto the couch, allowing for you to lay on him as you held him. His scent was awfully soothing, and his warmth only added onto it. His arms were carefully wrapped around your waist as he pulled you in. One arm placed around your hips, the other gently rubbing your back.

“It wasn’t your fault. It never was.”

At this point, you were squeezing him. Your head buried in his chest, your legs wrapped around each other’s, his head in your hair. 

It always took you a while to finally calm down whenever you’d experience any panic attacks or meltdowns related to the incident. But Joseph was always there for you, every step of the way. Willing to do whatever it took to help you calm down no matter how long it took. He never grew impatient, not once. 

He grabbed you a couple of tissues to blow your nose with while he wiped away your tears. 

“Why didn’t you wake me up, (First Name)?” Joseph asked, his thumb wiping away a tear as he caressed your cheek.

You sniffled, “I.. I didn’t want to bother you. You looked so peaceful while you were sleeping, and– and you’ve had to do this for me so many times already. And you have work in the morning–” “(First Name), I will always be here for you whenever you need me. I love you, (First Name). I’ve never been more sure about anyone else before. You are the most sweet, thoughtful person that I know. That’s the reason that I’m marrying you,” Joseph tilted your head towards him.

You chuckled, “you’re so sweet, Joseph. I love you so much, I really don’t deserve you.”

“You never give yourself enough credit, (First Name). I know better than anyone how amazing you are. I can say with full confidence that you deserve the whole world and more. I love you, (First Name),” Joseph murmured, cupping your cheek in one of his hands.

Taking one of your hands in his, he gently coaxed you back up onto your feet.

With one arm around your waist as he began helping you back towards the bedroom, he gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“Let’s head back to bed, my love. And after work, why don’t we visit that new cafe that just opened up? It’s been awhile since we’ve gone on a proper date, and I think you deserve the treat,” Joseph gave you a slight smile as he tucked you in.

Climbing into bed beside you, you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist to cuddle him. With your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and one of his hands gently stroking your hair, you felt yourself almost immediately drift back off to sleep. 

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

“hey, mind if i crash at yours tonight ?” or the one in which you (unfortunately) let your ex boyfriend sleep over at your house…again.

[deusfoundry]

no but chat the potential for angst that a cedric x muggle!reader fic has ... you meet him the summer before his sixth year. your time together is short, fleeting, barely two months of seeing each other almost everyday, but you fall so helplessly in love with him. he asks if you could write to each other while he's away because they're not allowed their phones in the boarding school he attends, and it's a bit weird at first, writing handwritten letters, but you go along with it.

his letters are filled with vague details about his time at school. he tells you about this interschool competition he's been selected to participate in, he says it's dangerous but he's been loving every second of it so far so you wish him the best of luck on the footnote of every single one of your letters.

but then, the letters stop. a week goes by without cedric sending a reply to your letter, but you hold out hope that maybe he's just caught up in his studies or that competition, even though he always tells you if he'll take a little longer to reply.

summer comes and you haven't heard from him in two weeks, but you're still hoping, wishing with your fingers crossed twice that cedric is gonna magically pop up in the booth you usually occupy at that cafe down the street. that he'll come and finally tell you more about the tournament he joined like he promised he would in one of his letters.

you have no idea that he's dead, that all it took was a flick of a wooden stick and half a second to end his life. he's never told anyone about you, not even his parents, so you're left in the dark for the rest of your life, forever wondering what happened to the boy you've given your heart to over the summer.

[rains-rambles]

hiiiii <3 could you write some stefano valentini hcs that you have for him? like, what he’s like in his daily life/in a relationship/or simple general headcanons? any stefano content is good content lol

Hi!

Always talking. Just all of the time. Half the time, he's not even talking to you just out loud about what he's doing.

Very good at candid photos. It's not uncommon to hear the shutter of his camera as you go about your day

Cooks very well, but absolutely cannot bake.

Picks out your clothes for you in the morning. He's more than happy to let you buy what you're comfortable in, but enjoys choosing your outfit while the two of you get ready for the day. Ninety percent of the time, he matches the vibe you want/need for the day without you having to say anything about it

Cat person. He has a "stray" at his studio that'll sit on his shoulders while he works. The only reason it's not a pet is because he refuses to bring it home. It finds its own way to your house eventually

I don't really see him being up for kids but if you did? Girl dad. I mean, did you hear how he talked about Obscura? That being said, he would dote on any kid/s you might have.

Adores any chance he has to take pictures of you. He has a portfolio he uses rarely, if he particularly wants to have a display somewhere but they refuse his usual works, but it's entirely composed of photos of you (and the cat)

[miffy-00]

a great idea just popped into my head and it’s all about artist!jean

i think he began to love art when he was 5 or 6 after he went to this museum with his mother

there was this one painting that he couldn’t move away from. he had so many questions that he couldn’t fully articulate at his age. however he knew he loved the painting. the brush strokes. the simplistic colours. it was powerful. he had to be physically dragged away he loved it that much he talked the wholeeee day about it

after that he would draw almost everyday and eventually progressed to painting as well. side note i even think he begged his mum for those copic markers (he never got them and cried for days)

he would talk about art read about art literally his hyperfixation

but when he was in high school he was drawing as he usually does but then eren catches sight and he’s like

“WHAT IS THATTTT HAHAHAHA” he’s relentless he’s getting other people to stare at it and everything and poor jean isn’t even that bad but after that day he just stops occasionally do it at home

he’s probably like “shut up man you can’t even do shit..” in that like in emoji on tiktok AAAAA i can’t describe it

i think he picks up art again after going to another museum he got sent about it and was like why not ?

he was out of school, eren and him both matured (ish) and even when he put it down he still loved it

and he did ! he was just sooo happy and took so many pictures and was even writing down notes in his phone about it so he can fully remember this day.

he’s looking at the same painting again and it’s just you and him looking at it. it takes up the whole wall.

“it’s so…sad.” you say

“you really think so ? huh…”

“ what ? you don’t think so ?”

“ i mean sure.. but it’s freeing in some strange way..but i don’t know maybe that’s just me.” he smiles at you “i’m jean by the way.”

“nice to meet you” you smile softly “and i guess i’ve never looked at the painting like that…thank you”

“you’re welcome”

you roll your eyes and let a laugh. you guys sit in silence whilst looking at the painting. the whispered conversations shuffling of the feet, the occasional camera shutter. it’s comforting. you guys were exchanging thoughts and feelings without even saying a word.

jean is struggling to keep his eyes on the painting. he shifts his focus to the painting and to you. he’s hoping you don’t catch him.

your deep brown skin, it has undertones of red and orange. your jet black coils are bouncing off your shoulders and framing your face. your large framed tortoise glasses are sliding down your nose. the gloss on your lips shine brightly due to the overhead light. maybe he would use oil pastels or watercolour to paint you. pencil and acrylic was he excelled at but he was willing to experiment to capture your feature. you truly looked like you belonged in a painting.

“what?” you laugh nervously as jeans warm light brown eyes were staring right into your soft dark brown eyes.

“nothing. sorry” he laughs and rubs the back of his neck. “…has anyone ever drawn you or..painted you before ?”

“omg what ? no. never before why, do you want to-“

“draw you ? yeah. if that’s cool with you obviously. “

“um..”

“i’m not trying to be weird-“

“i don’t see why not” you smile softly.

and that is when jean found his new muse !

a/n: i hope you guys liked it i thought it was really cute ! aside from the ending it was soo rushed and this time i did a black reader just because i want black girls to be appreciated ! i hope you don’t mind ! i would love any feedback :))

[cardierreh15]

Light of My Life ✨

[v6quewrlds]

Angst you said? Okay

You find out Joe is cheating on you during the national championship game when a random number texts you.

I SCREAMEDDDD yes absolutely. might take me a couple of weeks but i'm obsessed with this.