#AND GUESS WHO WAS AT THE RESTAURANT I WENT TO FOR LUNCH TODAY | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

makeitmingi · 5 months

Text

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 9]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.2K

Another morning shift was done. Like always, you were not there, having stepped out for a breather. Yunho was used to it now, he didn't feel worried about where you disappeared to anymore, even if he didn't know your reason behind it. All the boys were gathered in the kitchen when you poked your head in.

"Hwa. May I speak with you?" You called. All the boys turned their heads, Mingi even shivering at how cold your tone suddenly was. Seonghwa hummed and nodded, stepping out with you.

"Is everything okay?" San asked.

"Who knows." Wooyoung shrugged. He shared a brief glance with Jongho before they continued clearing up for the night.

Even if Wooyoung and Jongho knew, they wouldn't give anything away. They knew you valued your privacy and details about your personal life.

"Good job, today everyone. It marks one week of us opening." Yunho smiled, lifting the atmosphere again.

"Since we have the rest of the day off, I got some alcohol free sparkling apple cider." He went to get the cold beverage.

"Boo, we want alcohol." Jongho and Wooyoung scoffed.

"We shouldn't spend the rest of the day drunk and I don't want to seem like I am encouraging day drinking." Yunho laughed and got some plastic disposable champagne flutes. He popped the cork and everyone clapped.

"Sorry about that." You and Seonghwa came in.

"No need to apologise. Just on time for Yunho's toast." Mingi laughed. Yunho poured the sparkling cider into the cups and handed it out to everyone.

"I didn't prepare a toast but I guess thank you all for the hard work so far. We have been open for one week... To more weeks!" He raised his cup. You stifled a laugh at his words but all of you raised your cups.

"That was a terrible toast, Yunho ah." Hongjoong chuckled. Yunho blushed, his ears turning red.

"This is not alcoholic?" You raised an eyebrow after taking a sip.

"Boss says he doesn't want to encourage day drinking." Yeosang said. You blinked slowly, processing his words, but nodded your head with an amused smirk on your face.

"Looks like I've got to go." You checked your watch and gulped down the remaining bit of the drink. Jongho nodded while Wooyoung pouted, coming over to squish you into a tight hug, kissing you on the cheek, which you frowned at slightly but didn't protest. You patted Wooyoung on the back.

"I'll see you all tomorrow." You bowed your head, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

"I can drop you off." Seonghwa offered softly.

"It's fine, Hwa. I'll text you later." You said. There was no emotion on your face that gave away how you felt. You weren't frustrated or touched by Seonghwa's want to drop you off.

"Bye." You waved and walked out first. As the rest finished what they needed to do, those that were done left first.

"Thanks guys." Yunho waved as Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho took their leave.

"I'm done sweeping." San groaned and stretched his arms over his head. Yeosang and Hongjoong were done with wiping the tables and the chairs as well.

"Shall we get lunch before we split?" Yunho beamed.

"As much as you're all my close friends, I've seen you all almost everyday for the past week. I need a break from all of you." Mingi scoffed, finishing his task of wiping the coffee cups and stacking them at the barista counter.

"Seconded. I need to go for my solo session at the gym." Yeosang raised his hand.

"Hear that, San ah? You're not a good gym buddy." Hongjoong chuckled. San just rolled his eyes, he couldn't care less.

"Well, I'm going to see my physiotherapist then sleep." San shrugged. Yunho pouted, he didn't want to go home yet but he knew his friends didn't have as much of a social battery as he did.

"I guess I'll go run restaurant errands and spend the rest of the day online." Yunho sighed.

"Get some sleep too, Yun." Mingi patted his best friend's shoulder.

"I will, don't worry." Yunho nodded. Once everyone exited out the back, Yunho locked up for the day. He headed to his car to begin his errand run.

The first place he went to was the kitchen supply shop, he wanted to check in on the equipment that he ordered for the kitchen like mixers and other tools so you and the others wouldn't have to use your own anymore. Yunho knew he needed to step up, be a good boss and restaurant owner.

"Yes, they are set for delivery on Wednesday." The worker checked the clipboard.

"Alright, I'll just pick up some other smaller stuff to take with me now." Yunho smiled. The worker nodded. Yunho tried to remember what were some stuff he seen the kitchen crew use.

"I think it was this..." He grabbed some glass mixing bowls and metal mixing bowls. Then he grabbed two sets of measuring cups and spoons.

"Excuse me, what is something you think a kitchen crew would need?" Yunho asked another worker.

"What do you already have?" He asked.

"I have no idea, actually..." Yunho rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. In the end, the worker recommended getting some cooking spoons, spatulas and different types of tongs.

"This is a good one?" He held up the tongs. The worker was confused by Yunho's question but nodded his head slowly.

"All these, please." Yunho placed the basket on the counter. He paid for everything and loaded the box of items into the boot of his car. Before closing the boot, he looked at the box with a proud smile, he hoped you would be happy with him for getting these.

"Next stop." Yunho keyed in the address and began his drive. It was a long and quiet drive but Yunho felt peaceful, he wasn't inclined to play any music.

As the car pulled up on the gravel road, he stopped at the side temporarily and quickly got out to buy some flowers.

"Thank you." Yunho bowed deeply as he went back to his car and continued on his way. When he finally reached his destination, he stopped and parked the car, walking up the hill.

"Halmeoni, I'm here." Yunho greeted, placing the flowers down.

"Sorry I haven't visited you, I've been trying to get the restaurant together. It has been a week since we've opened." He said.

"It's all thanks to you though, that all this is able to happen." He smiled sadly. Grabbing the handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped the smiling photo of his grandmother.

"I wish you were here to see it on your own." Tears welled up in his eyes. Yunho and his brother, Gunho, were raised mostly by their grandmother, with both parents too busy with their jobs. But being older, Yunho had a special bond with his grandmother. Even when they moved back with their parents, Yunho would always visit her.

Her death really affected him and it still does. He had never felt such agony and sadness before, like a part of his life was ripped away from him. His heart hurt, his person was gone forever.

"I miss you so much. I still do." Yunho whispered, tears slipping down his cheeks as he covered his eyes.

"Throughout the week, I found myself waiting for you to walk into the restaurant door. I want you to see the place and tell me what you think." He sobbed.

"There's this girl working for me now. She's the head chef and she's teaching me how to cook." He wiped his tears.

"You would be proud of me for learning and being able to help in the kitchen." He chuckled.

After staying for a while more, Yunho tore himself away and drove back home. The mental exhaustion was weighing on him. But as he drove, he saw someone familiar walking along the streets.

"(y/n)?" Yunho blinked, doing a double take. It was you. You were walking on your own.

"(y/n)!" Yunho stopped his car beside you and calling out to you through the window. You seemed deep in thought, jumping when you finally noticed him. You stopped and turned your head to see his brightly smiling face.

"Are you on your own?" Yunho asked after the both of you just stared in silence. You nodded your head.

"I'm heading home." You replied.

"Can I drop you off?" He offered. You seemed to hesitate for a while, a small frown appearing on your face as you contemplated his offer.

"It's cold and I don't have anything on now. Really, I'll just drop you off at yours. It's no trouble." Yunho said. You nodded again and entered the passenger seat.

"Put your address here." You keyed in your address into Yunho's GPS before buckling your seat belt and he began to drive.

"So, what were you up to?" Yunho broke the silence.

"Just errands." You replied, not giving anything away. You quietly studied Yunho as he drove. The redness around his eyes and on his nose were a sign that he just cried. You were slightly concerned, considering you've only ever seen him so positive. But you weren't going to question him. It was not your place to ask.

At the red light, when the car stopped, Yunho turned his head to steal secret glances at you. You were looking out the window with a distant look in your eyes.

"Are you alright?" Yunho asked.

"Yeah." You nodded with a hum but didn't make an effort to continue to the conversation.

Yunho figured that maybe he should not to speak further, maybe you just weren't in the mood for a conversation right now. So he quietly drove to your house, he didn't want to bother you.

"We're here." Yunho stopped the car. You shook your head to break your train of thought, looking up. Indeed, this was your home.

"Thanks, Yunho." You removed the seatbelt.

"No problem, (y/n). Anytime. See you tomorrow." Yunho smiled softly. You bowed your head and opened the door, walking into the building without looking back.

"I hope she's okay." Yunho sighed. He saw you as a friend and he hated the idea of any of his friends being upset. He pouted slightly at the thought. Momentarily, he had forgotten about the new kitchen stuff sitting in his boot, he could have showed it to you.

Yunho knew you were private. You were tight lipped and didn't give much about your private life away, only the surface stuff. But Yunho didn't want to push you into sharing, that would be mean.

"Hey, Hwa." You spotted the male sitting on your couch the moment you walked in.

"I saw your keys, you didn't drive?" Seonghwa stood up.

"No. But I bumped into Yunho on the way back, he gave me a lift." You informed, putting your shoes into the cabinet and hanging your coat on the coat rack.

"Are you okay?" Seonghwa asked, placing a hand on the top of your head. You leaned against him, putting your head against his chest.

"Tired." You murmured.

"Go lie down for a bit, maybe get some sleep." He stroked your back, speaking softly. You shuffled to the room and changed into comfier clothes. Seonghwa came in, sitting with you.

"I think I might have freaked Yunho out though. I was a little out of it so I wasn't exactly very talkative. But he was surprisingly respectful, he didn't question me further or try to make any more small talk. We just sat there in silence, a bit weird considering his usual, bright and cheery self." You chuckled.

"You might have worried him then. More than freaked him out." Seonghwa said with a soft smile. You rolled your eyes.

"He seems to worry a lot about the people around him." You noted. Seonghwa nodded in agreement.

"I guess that's why people like him, he's a good friend. He notices when things are wrong with others, he's nice and worries about them." Seonghwa shrugged.

"You sound like you have a crush on him." You teased. He rolled his eyes, slapping your leg.

"I'm craving french toast." You sat back up.

"I'll cook it for you." Seonghwa fussed.

"I'm fine, Hwa." You frowned and got up. Seonghwa followed you to your kitchen. French toast is easy to make, dipping the thick bread into the egg, sugar and milk mixture. You even made sour cherry sauce and smoked maple syrup to go with it.

"We can stuff ricotta inside." Seonghwa suggested. Your eyes lit up at the idea, you were never satisfied with just one variation of the dish, you could always make a few different variations.

"Darling, you have to open the window when using the smoking gun." Seonghwa laughed, coughing as he waved the smoke away.

"Oops." You giggled and went to open the windows to let the residual smoke out of the apartment.

"Think we can take the smoked maple syrup and flavour it into a whipped butter?" You asked, walking over to the fridge to take a block of butter out.

"Try it." He encouraged.

"Oh, it's good. We can definitely use it for some sort of dessert tomorrow." You said, tasting some off the tip of your finger. You lifted the bowl off the mixer and scraped it into a container.

"Yunho did say that he doesn't need the food to be fancy. We can make this dish for dessert during tomorrow night's dinner service. Stuffed ricotta french toast with smoked maple butter and sour cherry sauce." Seonghwa suggested. You nodded, it was a good idea and simple enough to prepare.

"Wooyoung would like this." You said as you cut into the french toast and took a bite.

"Call him and Jongho over then." Seonghwa suggested, leaning against the counter, opposite you to eat as well.

"I don't want to bother them... They deserve some time off to rest. You too, Hwa. You should rest or go do what you want to do." You looked at him.

"Please, you won't bother them. Wooyoung is obsessed with you and Jongho only ever opens up to you. And I am doing what I want to do, which is be here with you." Seonghwa smiled softly.

"Stop." You whined, cringing at how cheesy he was being.

"I'm just telling the truth, darling." Seonghwa continued to tease you.

"This is why I almost punched you when we were 8." You scoffed. Seonghwa knew you hated verbal affection, it was too cheesy so he always teased you by being verbally affectionate with you. That's why when you were 8, you almost punched him to stop him.

"I'm texting the group now. See if Wooyoung and Jongho are free to pop by." You rolled your eyes and took your phone to send a text in your group chat.

'FRENCH TOAST WITHOUT ME?! - Woo'

'Wow, I am so hurt right now... - Woo'

'I'm 15 minutes away. - Jong'

'Pick me up! - Woo'

'Drive yourself. - Jong'

"I've known you for so much longer and yet, you let Wooyoung smother you while you threaten me with violence." Seonghwa shot you a flat look.

"It's different with Woo. He is physically affectionate by nature. You use verbal affection to bother and tease me, knowing I hate it more than anything." You raised an eyebrow.

"But your reactions are funny and cute. I remember how I always tried to make you say 'i love you' to me, since we were kids." Seonghwa laughed, reaching out to pinch your cheek. You slapped his hand away, glaring at him. However, Seonghwa was one of the only people that got away with teasing you like this.

"And when was the last time I told you I loved you?" You questioned.

"When you did it to trick me then threw a snowball at me face." Seonghwa winced. He was so stunned by you suddenly saying 'i love you, Hwa' that he didn't notice you hurling a snowball at him.

"Exactly." You nodded. There was a knock on your door and you went over to open it for Wooyoung and Jongho.

"French toast!" Wooyoung came in, laying his weight on you in a hug as he snuggled against you.

"My name is not french toast." You said.

"But you're as sweet as french toast." He grinned, pecking your cheek. You sighed, reaching up to pat your back. You managed to give Jongho a small wave as he entered.

"Hey, (y/n). Thanks for the invite." He smiled. You smiled back, teetering over to the kitchen with Wooyoung glued to your front.

"Wooyoung, don't make her fall." Seonghwa frowned.

"I won't, hyung. If she falls, I'll catch her." He looked at you, winking. You faked a gag before peeling yourself away to go back to your food. While Jongho fixed himself a portion, Wooyoung peered over your shoulder, waiting for you to feed him.

"Make a portion yourself." Jongho rolled his eyes. You, however, gave in by cutting a piece of feed him.

"(y/n)'s the only person in this group who treats me nicely." He said as he chewed. You alternated, cutting a piece for yourself to eat then cutting a piece for Wooyoung.

"We made smoked maple butter. We think tomorrow's dinner service dessert should be this." You pointed to what was on your plates.

"Good idea. It's simple and we can pre stuff the ricotta into the bread." Jongho hummed.

"We will need to get brioche for tomorrow then. There's no way we're making that many loaves right now, it'll take too long with proofing time." Wooyoung said, shaking his head. Seonghwa agreed.

"Let's contact our old bread supplier then." You suggested and Seonghwa took his phone out to send the text.

"So it's been a week at the restaurant. How do you all feel?" You asked.

"I think it's been good. There's much to do but I surprisingly don't feel as stressed as I do in a bigger kitchen with more people. Plus, it helps that we're all used to each other's working styles and how we take on tasks. We work well with one another." Wooyoung said. The rest of you nodded, feeling the same way.

"The 5 of them are good to work with as well. They're all so curious about food and always ready to help in the kitchen even if they don't know what to do." Jongho added.

"Yes, they're all very nice and helpful. Their reactions to food is always amusing." You laughed.

"It definitely helps that we gel together as a team. There's no segregation between the kitchen and the front of the house." Seonghwa said.

"What about you, (y/n)?" Jongho asked.

"I agree. It's a good place to work, for sure. Like all of you said, the environment is good and the creative freedom is great." You nodded.

"You're just entertained by Yunho and his character." Seonghwa raised his eyebrows. You weren't denying that, Yunho's personality was unlike any other person you have met before.

"You make it sound like I treat him like a television show to watch. He's just so open to learning in the kitchen and tasting new food. And his reactions are so genuine. Introducing someone to foods is always fun, you guys know." You gestured to them.

"I still remember when I made Kyungmin his first steak." Wooyoung smiled at the memory.

Series masterlist

162 notes · View notes

sir-kuroo · 7 months

Text

002. 𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙈𝙄𝘿𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 • DESIRE

track list • prev - next

What if the stranger in your sleep and secretly your client at work is actually a ravishing demon who would stop at nothing to have you beyond darker dreams? What if desire runs deeper than you know?

incubus!kuroo, f!reader, pwp, oral, squrting, fngering, multiple orgas/m, rough sxx, dacryphilia, overstimulation

I'm super warmed by the the number of people who asked to be tagged in the next chapter. I truly cherish you. You motivated me to write more. I guess turning this into chapters wasn't as bad as I thought it would turn out to be. I hope I won't disappoint you in the chapters to come.

Your thoughts trailed off while you waited for Kuroo as he excused himself to the restroom. Ever since the campaign started, you now worked with him thrice a week. For today, he decided to discuss things over lunch. Even if this was supposed to be a purely business meeting, you couldn’t shake off the thought that this seemed like a date.

The restaurant was dimly lit with romantic jazz music playing in the background. You were seated in a concave booth that bound you in intimate proximity. And you...you were a little nervous. You didn’t know why you wanted to look pretty around him it’s pathetic. It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t your type, because he completely was. However, you didn’t want to come off as someone who’d want a relationship with him. First of all, it’s unprofessional and second, Kuroo’s most likely the type to love ‘em and leave ‘em.

Nope. You’re not for this. Not for him.

Your phone buzzed with a notification about your meeting, making you remember your dear cat as your wallpaper was a selfie of the both of you.

What the odd lady said to you a few days ago resurfaced in your memory.

Was it really true that the cute black you took in a month back was the same as the man you’re having sex with in your dreams?

You always knew that Mr. Midnight was a smart cat. He waited for you outside your apartment every night and went out with you whenever you’d go to the office. Was it grounds to label him as the incubus in your sleep?

Impossible. He was too adorable and affectionate to be a demon. You lovingly recalled him frequently rubbing himself against you and always available for a good cuddle. He found a special space on your lap and curled up beside you during bedtime.

How come such a sweet baby like him would be an incubus?

There’s no way! But there’s also no way that the old lady would know about him. Come to think of it, the dreams emerged when he stopped visiting you. Maybe...Maybe, he already found his owner. It’s better to think of it that way.

Suddenly, you remembered the antics he did just to get your attention. You missed him.

“Did something happen?” Kuroo asked, finally returning to his seat. “Why’re you frowning?”

“Nothing, really,” you said, facing your phone down.

“Was that your cat?” he asked, having seen your wallpaper.

“Yes,” you replied, a bittersweet smile swept your face.

“What’s with him? You don’t look quite happy when I asked.”

Kuroo was normally like this around you. He’d talk like he’d known you for a long time. Somehow, that put you at ease and made you feel the same way too. “I just haven’t seen him for more than a week now. I’m worried.”

“Oh, so you missed him.” He grinned and casually crossed his legs. “Maybe he’s just somewhere nearby and you just haven’t found out yet.”

You took in his confident smile. Why did he always speak like he’s very sure of what he’s saying even if it’s about your cat.

You sighed. “If that’s the case, I wonder if he’s not hurt or if he’s eating well-”

“I’m pretty sure he’s well-fed.”

You pouted a little. “How would you even know?”

“He’s a smart cat.” Kuroo smirked, placing his chin against his knuckles. “The fact that he chose someone as caring as you say so.” His hazel eyes were fixed on yours, holding your gaze as he lightly and casually rubbed his foot against your leg.

You felt the pit of your stomach twisting in an irresistible way. You’re completely aware of what’s happening but doing nothing to deflect it, lost both in the moment and in his piercing eyes. The way he was rubbing against your leg reminded you of all the sensations you’d been feeling in your strange dreams.

“Are you ready with your orders?” The waitress came, shifting your attention to her. She was only facing Kuroo though, and not even acknowledging you. She was batting her eyelashes at him and adjusting her top, so her cleavage was in its perfect view as if she’s doing her best to get his attention, but Kuroo’s gaze never left you.

“What do you want?” he asked you.

“Oh, uhm...” you said, gulping down the unexplainable tension in the air. “I guess I’ll be having seafood paella.”

“Is that all? Order whatever you want,” Kuroo asserted.

You gave him a small smile. “That’s all for me.”

“Okay, I’ll get what she’ll get,” he advised the waitress, returning the menu to her without giving her a single glance.

“Sir, if you want, I can show you our bestseller-”

“I’m fine,” he answered, finally acknowledging her but you noticed that his gaze was blank and dead.

The waitress left bringing with her your orders and unexpected disappointment.

At first, you thought that Kuroo would enjoy every adoration he’d get from any girl that would be smitten by him. The man didn’t only ooze confidence but also a strong magnetic aura it’s so mysterious anyone would definitely be pulled in. Come to think of it, he’s also bold enough to subtly flirt with you. However, today’s the first time you noticed him outright rejecting someone like he wasn’t even pleased with the special treatment he was getting.

He uncrossed his legs and straightened his back. His blank stare turned into a lighthearted smile as soon as he turned to you. “Okay, so...what’s our agenda for today?”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

“So have we reached our target, ma’am?” He playfully asked while he tortured your pussy with his fingers. This time, you found yourself in a bedroom that gave off a very masculine vibe—gray walls, steel and wooden furniture. You placed a hand over your mouth, keeping yourself from eliciting any sound. “Looks like not yet.”

You closed your eyes firmly as you felt him dig in knuckles deep. “Why don’t you give it to me?” He moved his digits even faster that made you raise your hips, hands fisting the sheets. “Give it to me. Let it out.” He uttered in between his teeth.

Your legs trembled and you couldn’t help but let go of the moan that you kept resisting from escaping. “Aaah~ Gosh, amazing...so good-” you whimpered. Your hips were shaking as he pumped ferociously, feeling the pleasure almost reaching the peak but not yet fully there. It’s close...so close!

He dove right in to add his tongue, flicking your clit, while he hooked his fingers inside, hitting that sweet spot so delectably that had you thrashing against him. “W-Wai- S-Sto- Too good! This is- Haaah...” Your face scrunched while you convulsed. You were lost in bliss as your cries filled the room with tears forming in your eyes from the overwhelming sensation. Your hand took on the strands of his hair, and he stopped as soon as you squirted your love juices.

Catching your breath, the last thing you saw before your eyelids give up was the sight of him in between your legs, smirking as he licked the taste of you from his lips.

You opened your eyes. Even when you’re finally awake, that good feeling still remained. This kind of dream kept on recurring, and it felt very normal by now. Still, everytime you woke up you kept on forgetting how the man in your dreams exactly looked like. It’s always stuck at the back of your head. All you knew was the fluffy feeling of his hair in your hand and the tenderness of his touch.

You sighed and got ready for work. Heading to your office, you noticed that the odd lady was not around for today. Maybe you were just thinking about this too much and decided to move forward, focusing more on your work.

Today, you and Kuroo would be having a meeting with the Procurement Head, though he had little say on this campaign, there were rumors in the office that he could be a little unbearable to work with.

Kuroo arrived with a cup of coffee in hand, he again chose to sit from across you. You wondered if he's gonna rub your leg again, but this time around, he kept his body parts to himself. Very good. You said to yourself.

The Procurement Head took time to review the campaign and he looked quite pleased, since he was studying it carefully, your attention was brought to Kuroo who was sipping his cup of coffee. Unconsciously, you bit your lip as his lips touched the cap of the paper cup. A few drops stained the corner of his mouth and his tongue slid to lick it off.

Your gaze slid to his entire expression, straight to his eyes. Noticing you, he stared right back, smirking. The image of Kuroo in between your legs with a piercing look in his eyes, smirking as he licked his lips suddenly popped out of nowhere.

You took a sharp breath. Oh, fucking no.

Did you just picture-slash-fantasize him as the man in your lewd dreams? No damn hell! You laced your fingers together. You’re in the middle of a meeting. You shouldn’t be thinking of these things.

“I reviewed everything, and you did well, Ms. Y/N. You must’ve worked hard for this,” The Procurement Head said. “That’s why I’m gonna suggest to your direct to give you a rest and let Ms. Yuri do the rest.”

“What?” You said, shocked at his interference. We all know that whoever staged the campaign would be the one to add this to their portfolio. You were so ready to rebut, but you saw Yuri giving the Procurement Head a flirtatious glance. Tch!

“I don’t need a rest, sir. I think I’ll be happier to see the end of this project. After all, I’m the one who planned everything and no one knows it more than I do,” you explained, but you sure were getting on your last straw now. He’s getting on your nerves, but you had no choice but to repress the anger and let it weigh heavy.

He was about to about to throw in something stupid, but Kuroo came in strong. His expression said that he’s not someone you’d like to mess with. “Plus, I only accepted this project because Y/N presented and thought of it well. I might consider withdrawing from the deal if it won’t be Y/N I’ll be working with.”

You gulped and felt your heartbeat staggering. There’s something about Kuroo right now that hit different. He looked so serious, and he meant business—a stark contrast to the usual demeanor he usually gave you. Perhaps, you were delusional, but he came off protective, dependable someone...man enough to stand by you.

The Procurement Head sighed, “Looks like that’s it...” His words drowned in the background as you got lost in your thoughts. He went out with Yuri, and you didn’t even notice them bade farewell before they left.

Kuroo stood from his seat and extended a hand to you. You turned to him and cluelessly took his hand.

“We got this,” he beamed with a genuine smile. “Together, we got this.” Contrary to the first time you shook hands, his firm hold on your hand felt comfortable this time. You felt safe.

He chuckled and you let out a little smile.

At this moment, you thought that maybe it wasn’t wrong to admit that you might be crushing on him a little. Just...a little.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

Your face was squished lovingly in between his hands as his tongue massaged yours. His kisses were a mixture of playful and passionate that you’re sighing and wanting more of it. Your hands were on his shoulders as you were seated on his lap. His hands now traveled at your side, caressing your plush waist while he roamed his mouth on the flesh of your jaw...neck and shoulder.

You ground against him. His hard-on satisfying the ache in between your legs. Taking note of your need, he laid on his back.

“Go ahead...use me,” he said, the look in his eyes was both inviting and understanding at the same time, and that’s all you needed to start moving.

You rubbed your naked cunt against his hot erection, your arousal making it easy to slide across his length. Your hips danced in a sexy way that made it hard for him to resist not taking the reins, but no. He’s giving it all to you this night.

He was letting out heavy huffs and he looked awfully pained that you wanted to relieve him too. You took his cock in your hand and aligned it along your slick puffy lips. Slowly, you inched down on him, and you shook a bit, having a small orgasm at the feeling of him blazing rock hard inside you.

He held you by the waist and you began twisting your hips round and round against his cock. You wanted more. You needed more. But could you really do more?

“It’s a rough day, I know...” he said, placing his hands on your hips. “But you can go rougher on me.”

You gulped, looking down on him and drinking in his blushing, desperate yet loving expression. He looked so fuckable that something inside you snapped. You bended your knees so you’re in a squatting position. With your hands pressed hard against his chest, you’re pulling up from his cock and slamming your pussy back deep.

“Yes, yes, that’s it! Take it all out on me,” he encouraged under his breath, and you rode him wild, completely surrendering the frustration. “I’ll take it all...Haah...Take it all out on me...”

Today wasn’t a good day. You were angry at the Procurement Head in the office, and you wanted to scream so bad.

You wanted to let it out so bad.

Now, you were fucking the man of your dreams so bad. So damn bad your ass slapped his thigh heavily while your hands on his chest were leaving a pretty pink mark against his skin. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Your hips moved in a frenzy, bouncing your body against him like a dribbling ball. Feels so good. He's so good. So amazing...like you're pouring it all out, shedding the burden off your chest away. Feels great. It's like you're glowing.

You looked so beautiful unhinged, uninhibited above him as you set yourself free, letting it all loose. You're so pretty looking so disheveled with your incredible tits bouncing as you take his cock. How he wanted to just stay here forever soaked up in your pussy, knowing it's him who got you crazy, dirty and messed up like this.

He wanted this forever. You forever. Endlessly, insanely, he...

He laced your fingers together and you squeezed on his hands tight at the very moment your cunt clenched around his cock. “Oh! Aaahhh...” you sighed, giving him the sight of your beautiful blushing ‘O’ face as your head tilted back, pleasure rushing all over your body.

Sitting up, he caged you in his arms and thrust into you thoroughly. He muffled your noises with sweet kisses and with two...three pumps he's got you in another cathartic release.

You both panted as you had your arms wrapped around each other. You could hear his heartbeat against your ear. It’s so peaceful you wanted to stay like this. He pulled away a little and stamped kisses on your temple...your closed eyelid and at the corner of your lips. Slowly, you opened your eyes to meet his gaze. He’s smiling so affectionately at you as he caressed the top of your head. You felt something warm building in your stomach.

Pressing his forehead against yours,

Endlessly, insanely,

he whispered...

“I love you.”

Tracing those words in his head, Kuroo opened his eyes. In the darkness of his room, he turned his attention to the small red collar with a hanging golden bell he was holding. He pressed it against his lips as he tightly shut his eyes.

What happened at the meeting earlier with the damned Procurement Head was a close call for him. He almost lost you. He showed up a brave face, but he felt a little scared. That’s the moment he knew that this was more than what he thought it was.

All this time, he played and tested around the idea of him falling in love with you. Love? What a big joke. He thought it would be gone, but it only got stronger everytime. Ha! Who would think that the joke’s on him the entire time? Now, he not only wanted to spend every night with you...he wanted a lifetime’s worth, not in dreams but in flesh.

But would you stay? Would you stay if he bared himself and showed you who he really was past an adorable mask, a handsome front and a blissful dream? Would you stay with him horns and all?

TAG LIST: Get tagged on the latest release. Leave a 😈emoji on the reply section or on my ASK.

#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 MISTER MIDNIGHT #kuroo smut #kuroo x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #hq smut #hq x reader #kuroo fic #kuroo x you #kuroo x y/n

202 notes · View notes

melanieph321 · 11 months

Text

Ruben Dias x Reader - The Houseguest (Part 2)

Summary - A three part series where the reader and family goes on a chaotic holiday with Ruben as their guests.

Enjoy

Yeah, last night was most definitely a dream. You woke up the next day and Ruben was nowhere to be find and no one in your family had even heard of him.

"He's like 6 feet, braud shoulders."

"Sounds like you dreamt that shit."

"Anita." Your mother slapped your sisters hands.

"Ouch Mamãe. Whatchu do that for?"

"Don't make your sister feel bad for having wet dreams."

"It wasn't a wet dream." You groaned.

"Wet dream? Who's having wet dreams?" Tomas overheard your conversation upon entering the kitchen. He was shirtless and you would be impressed by the fact that he has been working out, if it wasn't for Ruben. Last night wasn't a dream, there was a six foot man making laps in the pool. He was as tall as a tree and had the most handsome eyes/abs.

"Y/N. She says Bernardo's friend woke her up last night swimming around the pool."

"Bernardo's friend?" Tomas frowned. "Wasn't he supposed to arrive later today?"

"Exactly. Bernardo is probaly picking him up as we speak. Stop watching wierd movies before bed Y/N. You'll have less wet dreams, trust me. "

"I give up." You sighed. "No one believes me anyway."

"There there, let's not argue about who is right or wrong." Your mom said. "Your father wants us to meet him at the yacht festival down by the marina."

"Don't tell me he's buying a boat?" You said.

"No, your father just likes to dream. We will be joining him for lunch."

It was the perfect day for it. The sun was out and a lot of people roamed the Portimão marina. You couldn't help feeling like a third wheel though. Your mother and father walked ahead, arm and arm, whilst your sister and Tomas went off to have their pictures taken in front of a giant yacht. What's so impressive about a boat the same size as a house?

"Psst... Y/N." Somone hissed.

"Huh?" You shifted your head but to no use.

"Overhere."

"Where?"

You were talking to a ghost. It almost sounded like the voice was coming from above you.

"Look up!"

You raised your head to see "Ruben?" hanging off the railings of one of the boats.

"Care to join me?" He smiled.

"You're real!" You wanted to exclaim. "What are you doing here, on this boat? Is it yours?"

You came around the large fleet. Ruben waited to assist you to hop on.

"My uncles actually." He said, stretching out a hand, helping you cross the bridge from the docks.

"Why is it here, parked on the docks? Is it appart of the festival?"

"No, actually it's kind of my way of helping your brother out."

"Help Bernardo? How?"

"Well..." Ruben's smile looked devious. "Turns out this mystery girl of his has expensive taste in men and...."

"Let's me guess." You interrupted. "Bernardo is pretending to be the owner of this boat."

"Oh, he's told you of his plan?"

"No, but I know my brother." You sighed.

"Good, then you know that..."

Emerging, voices interrupted.

"But Pãi, wouldn't you rather enjoy lunch in a nice restaurant than on a boat?"

"No."

"But Pãi."

It sounded like your dad and...

"Bernardo?"

"Y/N?"

"Ruben?"

"Mr Silva."

It was a bit of a mess, with your dad pushing past you to get to Ruben, greeting him like an old friend.And then there was Bernardo, looking a bit stressed to see you on the boat.

"What are you doing here?" He hissed.

"I'm..." You didn't get to finish your sentence until more voices emerged on the boat. This time it was your mother, Anita and Tomas.

"Where did you go Pãi?" Your mother said, breathless from climbing the stairs onto the top deck.

"I told you I spotted Bernie by the docks and look, it was him." Your dad said.

"What's going on and who's he?" Said Anita, pointing to Ruben.

The top deck of the boat was getting really crowded now, something that made your brother more and more anxious.

"Okay, everyone listen up!" He shouted. "I'm suppose to meet a friend for lunch in about five minutes, so can all of you please get off this boat, like now?"

"Friend? What friend?" Your family exchange confused looks.

"I thought you were having lunch with us?" You mother looked quite hurt by the betrayal.

"No, Mamãe. I told you and dad to meet me at the restaurant, after lunch."

"After lunch?" Your dad snorted. "I'm staying, I wanna have lunch on a boat."

"Then I'm staying too." Your mother said, locking arms with your father.

"Me too." Said Anita, which didn't give Tomas much of a choice.

"Alright, alright, alright!" Bernardo looked to want to pull out his hair. "You can all stay. But when my friend, who also happens to be the love of my life..."

"What!" Your family gasped in unison. Ruben however, turned his head for us not to see him chuckle.

Bernardo rolled his eyes. "When she gets here you all have to play along and say that this boat belongs to me and not Ruben's uncle."

"That's Ruben?" Your sister said, her eyes gazing him up and down. She then looked to you.

"Told you." You grimaced.

"Yes. That's Ruben. Ruben meet my family. My parents, two sisters and their boyfriend Tomas."

"Ex!" You hissed

"Right, right. My sisters boyfriend and my other sisters ex boyfriend. We're a fucked up family, I know. Either way. Five minutes guys. Mamãe, Anita, help me set the table. Y/N, help dad bring the food out and Ruben tell the captain to prepare to get this boat off shore."

It was bizarre, Bernardo bossing everyone around for the sake of sceaming some poor woman. But what didn't you do for your family?

Once his mystery woman arrived you were all off to an exclusive trip on Ruben's uncles luxurious yacht.

"I didn't know you had such a big family Bernie." Bernardo's woman said. Upon meeting her you took back the thought of her being poor in any kind of way, because this woman wore designer from top to bottom. Even her red toe nails were painted with Dior nailpolish. No wonder Bernardo felt the need to lie about his middle class upbringing.

"You okay? You look nauseous?"

The only good thing about this unscheduled boat trip is that you got to sit next to Ruben. He often leaned in to whisper funny comments about this whole situation. Somthing that made Anita but specially Tomas, throw irritating glances your way.

"I'm fine. It must be Bernardo and his lies that's got me feeling bubbly."

You thought that would make Ruben laugh, however he kept looking at you with a serious expression.

"Or you could be getting sea sick." He said. The way his eyes held yours made you blush.

"Pass the chicken, will you?"

Somone kicked your foot underneath the table. Anita. "Ouch." You wheezed. "Whachu do that for?"

"Pass me the salt, will you?"

She was too short to reach it and so you passed it to Tomas instead. For some reason he avoided your gaze, looking over your shoulder to where Ruben sat. Perhaps it was because his arm rested around your chair, making it look like you two were a couple in front of Bernardo's woman She even made a comment about it.

"So cute. How long have you two been together?"

Perhaps Ruben had caught on the dirty looks thrown your way because he was more than happy to play along.

"Two years." He said, moving his arm to really rest around your shoulder. "I was planning on buying her a ring by the end of this month."

"What?" Your sister gasped.

"Honey?" Your mother said concerned, thinking you had been hiding things from her. Your dad however just found it very amusing. Apparently he knew Ruben and his family very well, something that felt really reassuring to you.

"Some more wine meu amor?" Bernardo said, afraid that his cover would be ruined if we all got to comfortable about things.

"No, wine. I wanna hear more about this not so unexpected proposal." His woman, which name was a Russian one that you couldn't quite pronounce, said. "I love weddings."

"Um...well." She really put you on the spot. Good thing Ruben was a better lier than you.

"We're crazy about each other. No point in beating around the bush. I want to merry her."

"But..." Anita cried, however, sudden movment underneath the table indicated that Bernado gave her leg a kick. To your amusement of course.

"A man that knows what he wants. I like it." The woman said.

"I know what I want." Bernardo said, raising his hand.

Once the conversation switched to dogs and golden beaches Ruben leaned in to whisper again. "You sure you're alright, you look really pale."

Maybe he was right. The air around you seemed to get a bit heated. And so both you ad Ruben excused yourself so that you could get to the leeward side of the ship, where the wind blew less. You leaned your body over the railing incase you'd throw up. Ruben however made sure to keep you steady I'm his arms, preventing you from falling over board.

"What's going on here?"

At one point Anita came looking for you. It wouldn't surprise you if she thought you and Ruben had snuck off to get a quicky in somewhere.

"I think she's sea sick." He said.

"Sea sick?" Your sister frowned but took over Ruben's position of holding you steady.

"I'll go talk to the captain, see if he can turn us back around." Ruben said, disappearing somewhere around the corner.

"You good?" Your sister said, patting your back.

"No." You said, spitting out the bad taste in your mouth.

"You know, if this is your plan to make Tomas jealous or something, it is not working."

"What?" You looked up from the railing and couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"Oh please, I see the way you try to flirt with Ruben in front of him. It's pathetic."

"I don't know what your talking about." You muttered.

"No? Either way he is so out of your leauge."

"Excuse me."

"Y/N?" Said Bernardo. If he, Ruben and the rest of your family hadn't come around deck, you might have thrown Anita to the sharks.

"You okay sis?" He said, finally dropping the rich kid act, to be the brother that you knew and loved.

"Do I look okay?" You sighed. The sea sickness was getting worser and worser with the wind that was picking up. Grey clouds roamed the skies, perhaps there was a storm coming?

"Ruben said that the captain wants us to dock at the next Island, stay there til the storm blows over."

"And when is that?" Anita said, folding her arms with the cold breeze.

"Could be later tonight. But Ruben guesses that it won't ware off until morning."

"Morning?" She frowned. "So we're staying overnight on this boat?"

"There is room for everybody." Ruben assured.

"Yay, a sleepover. I love sleep overs. " Bernardo's woman cheered. "Show me to our room baby."

Bernardo was more than happy to.

"But where are we sleeping?" Anita asked.

"What do you mean." Bernardo frowned. He spoke between clenched teeth. " Do I need to remind you about you position in this?" By position he meant his little lie. "Devide the rooms by couples. Pãi and Mamãe. You and Tomas and Y/N and Ruben."

"Y/N can't stay with Ruben." Anita frowned, behind her Tomas looked to want to utter the same thing.

Bernardo however was being torn by his womans eagerness to get to her room and his baggage of a family. "Of course she can, their about to be engaged." He winked and off he went with his girlfriend, leaving you in a very awkward position with your family.

"Mr Silva I...."

Your dad just shook his head when Ruben spoke, silencing him. "The walls are thin on this boat, rember that son."

"Yes, sir."

"Dad." You groaned. It couldn't get anymore disturbing.

"Pãi." Anita spoke up. "You can't seriously let her share rooms with this man. I mean she barely knows him."

"Nitty, your sister is sick, let her rest." He said, to everyone's surprise.

"Mamãe?" Anita turned to your mother, desperate for her to do something about this.

"Your father is right. Y/N needs to rest." She said.

"But...she's...and he's...

You felt a warm hand caress your back. It was Ruben, helping you up to get you inside. This day really took a turn for the worst, even for your family.

#fanfiction #man city #manchester city #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #football imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #footballer imagine #football x reader #football #fluff

235 notes · View notes

odieoats · 1 year

Text

𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐬

summary: After messing up his soba order, Pro Hero Shouto can’t get enough of it- or, just maybe, can’t get enough of you.

cw: Pro Hero!Todoroki x server!reader. 18+ smut, praise kink, afab!reader (they/them pronouns, afab anatomy), oral sex (m and reader receiving), penetrative sex, slight temperature play. reader is attacked by a villain, but it’s short and pretty nonviolent. I have worked in many a kitchen, but never a Soba kitchen- sorry to my Soba waiters out there.

wc: 5.4k

Hi guys, I’m so incredibly excited to debut my first fic on this blog! Even better, it’s for The Teahouse server’s secret fic exchange. This is written with all my love for the lovely @/kaiapaia I’m hoping you enjoy what I came up with according to your prompt 🥺

The kitchen is on fire, almost as literally as it is figuratively, when you clock in to work at your third swing shift in a row.

The old shopworn curtain separating the front counter from the kitchen is kept solely for posterity at this point. Through the fibers of the cloth, gaping holes the size of a toddler’s fist, you can see the disembodied head of your kitchen manager frowning sternly at the expeditor. The rest of her is obscured by the remaining threads of the curtain, but you can easily imagine her stance- arms folded across her body, leg extended and toe tapping- ready to chew your head off for being three whole minutes late.

Dashi broth and fear have smelled eerily alike ever since you started working at the once family-owned soba restaurant in Musutafu. It had changed hands more times than you could count since then; the early days, before your clunky cash till was replaced by an iPad screen with convenient, dummy-proof pictures, long gone. The current management (if you could call it that) had driven out most of the original staff. It’s only you left, loyal to a fault and desperate for the extra cash seniority brings you at this job as you finish up your degree. It keeps you and your goldfish fed, and that’s about all you could ask for.

You tie your apron around your waist, stealing a few pens from the cup near the to-go register and shoving them into the pocket that held your server pad. Your manager sees you- of course she does- through the curtain before you’re even in the kitchen.

“Guess who called out today?” She scoffs, moving to stand near the empty sauce bar. Your tardiness is pardoned by the absence of your coworker, for now, for what it’s worth. She lifts the lid of the prep fridge, more tears of condensation collecting on the inside of the metal nine pan than pre-portioned broth cups. “Prep’s fucked.”

You already knew what Suzume was asking you- and it wasn’t your job to prep. The hostess had already given you your tables, some of them already seated and awaiting food courtesy of the lunch shift. You hadn’t even touched back of house work since the original owners had left. The ratios that had once been second nature were now fuzzily teetering at the edge of your memories. What went into the mentsuyu? A cup of soy? A few teaspoons- no- tablespoons of mirin?

Your idling forms are an unwelcome sight in the otherwise bustling kitchen. Another waitress muscles her way past you, shoulder knocking into yours in a way that feels intentional, as she plucks three or four containers of broth out of the fridge. It makes the sight even more miserable.

“Who's going to take my tables?” You ask, though your tone betrayed the fact that you were already relenting. Being stubborn about the situation would not change the fact that things still needed to get done.

Suzume shrinks at your question, a sheepish smile stretching across her face as a nonverbal admission that no one would be.

“Absolutely not.”

“Please, I need you– there’s absolutely no one else available today!” Suzume says, almost petulantly, slumping against the sauce bar in a way that bares her age. She’s only a few years older than you- much less demanding than your older managers, despite her Type A tendencies. Her obvious distress almost instills pity, a sort of guilt washing over you for not being able to do anything about the lack of staff. Still, you weren’t being paid nearly enough to do two people’s jobs at the same time.

Another bout of protests are poised behind your lips, but you’re interrupted by the hostess poking her face through a hole in the curtain.

“Need a cold soba broth base, on the fly, now. Shouto’s here.”

Both you and your manager peep through separate rifts in the curtain, scanning the lobby for the notorious semi-regular. When your manager spots him, already seated at his usual booth in the far corner of the restaurant, she tugs at your sleeve and points her index finger through the hole. There’s no missing the shock of white and red hair peeking out from above the booth- it’s definitely, unmistakably Pro-Hero Shouto. You’re pulled back into the kitchen and away from the view of the lobby where other patrons had also just caught wind of Shouto’s appearance, whispering amongst themselves all at once. Suzume’s hands are on your shoulders as she pleads.

“Here’s the deal. You prep the sauces, and I’ll take half of your tables– for an hour. Until Shouto leaves.” Suzume says, and, for good measure, sucks some air into her cheeks before sighing. “You can even take his booth. He’s considerably generous, if you catch my drift.”

You’ve heard from your other coworkers that much, at the very least. In all your time working at the restaurant, you hadn’t had the opportunity to be his server. Whether you were training a new hire, helping back of house with prep, or preoccupied with too many tables already, Shouto had somehow evaded you. The thought of serving him made you nervous, even though, realistically, it shouldn’t. He seemed nice enough in interviews and the ads that break up your late night television binging. And yet, the sight of his muscular frame squeezed a little too tightly into the narrow corner booth never failed to make you anxious. Butterflies, you’d probably call them, had you still been an infatuated teenager- but you’re older now, and a Pro Hero is, quite frankly, way out of your league.

“Fine, whatever.” You grumble, “Just get the recipe booklet from the office for me.”

You make your way out of the kitchen, making sure to apologize about the wait to the patrons you passed. Your heart races the closer you get to Shouto’s table, serving book clenched tightly in your hands.

“You’re not my usual waitress.”

His tone and expression are even, despite the intensity in his heterochromatic eyes as he scans over you. You’re suddenly a little insecure in your uniform. Your white button-up is a little too tight from constant cycling in the laundry and the cheap brand of black slacks you own are infamously unflattering. It’s true that regulars weren’t usually clambering to see you in particular, but it still hurt a little to disappoint him.

“I’m sorry, we’re a little short staffed today, so your usual waitress probably isn’t in–“

“I see you around here all the time. You just aren’t my usual waitress. It’s a nice change.”

“O-oh, thank you.” You say, face warming, tapping your notepad with the back of your pen. “I think it’s just a formality for me to ask what you’d like. Cold soba? Extra shredded daikon on the side?”

“You know my order.” He says, halfway between a question and a statement. There’s a small smile that breaks the even line of his mouth, and honestly, he’s a little too handsome to look at. You force yourself not to stare, eyes wandering toward the napkin holder next to him that would probably need to be refilled once he left.

“‘Course I do.”

We all do, you think, though you weren’t so keen on letting the pro hero know that he was a frequent name on the tips of every worker’s tongue. Instead, you just shrug and smile at him. “Anything else today?”

“That’ll be all. Thank you.”

You bow politely at him before scuttling into the kitchen.

You prepare some dipping sauce, one for Shouto and several others as backup, but quickly stepping into the walk-in for extra ingredients seemed to be a mistake. By the time you’ve come back, all of your prepared sauces were gone, and even worse, so was the recipe booklet. You curse, unable to recall what you had just put together. Shouto was surely growing impatient, and you had no time to spend looking for the recipe. Instead, you freestyle a cup of mentsuyu. You’ve done it so many times in the past that the process should be muscle memory… right?

You rush out of the kitchen and timidly set the tray of soba down onto Shouto’s table, waiting for him to take a bite. There’s a sudden rush of anxiety swirling in your stomach as you watch him gather the soba noodles into a neat bundle with his chopsticks and dip them into the mentsuyu. He raises the chopsticks to his lips, and you swear that time slows as he opens his mouth.

Shouto’s face breaks its cool exterior, knitting his eyebrows together at the taste, but the expression passes as soon as it’s come. You let out a snarky breath. Hopefully that meant that he was okay with the taste, even if it wasn’t precise.

“Do- do you need anything else?”

“No.” He hums, in a way that you choose to interpret as contentedly. “Thank you, for everything.”

“Of course!” You squeak, bowing again before heading back into the kitchen.

The recipe booklet is, somehow, miraculously where it had once been on the prep table. You flip to the mentsuyu page in record speed, eyes flickering to the measurements for each ingredient.

Fuck. You weren’t even close.

And whatever acrid concoction you created is currently being consumed by Pro-Hero Shouto. Son of Endeavor. The Shouto Todoroki. A voice in the back of your head is screaming at you that you’ll be arrested for attempted poisoning.

You’re beyond embarrassed when you go to hand him the check, but are surprised to see an empty wooden tray. He had eaten all of it.

He’s polite as he takes the check from your hands, thanking you again and- god, his stare really was intense.

Moreover, the rather sizable tip signed at the bottom of the merchant copy of his receipt seems to imply that he really, really liked it.

“Woah.” Suzume says, later that night as she’s checking the register’s balance. “He usually tips well, but never that well.”

“Yeah, I… really don’t know why.” You call from your place sweeping underneath the booths in the lobby. During your break, you had even attempted to recreate the abominable sauce for your comp meal. It was awful- too salty, too bitter, and somehow a little oily. You were starting to think that the only flaw Shouto Todoroki had was his apparent poor taste.

“Well, whatever you’re doing, keep doing it.” Suzume laughs, handing you your share of the tips from dinner service.

—-

And so you do.

His visits to the soba shop became even more frequent after that. Stranger still, Shouto had taken to requesting you in particular to be his server. He was a little more talkative than you imagined him to be- interested in what you did outside of work, what you were studying, what your hobbies were. Whatever you had done with the mentsuyu, he apparently couldn’t get enough. Suzume had even clued you in on the fact that Shouto would ask about you even when you weren’t scheduled. Soon, even your other coworkers had noticed, envious of the attention (and, more importantly, money) that Shouto paid you. You were embarrassed to admit how you’d discovered what Shouto liked, especially considering your seniority over everyone else in the restaurant, so whenever anyone asked you what your secret was, you simply gave a vague answer and continued working. Some one-sided tension brewed between you and your coworkers, but you ducked your head and hoped that the whole ordeal would blow over- maybe Shouto would snap to his senses and realize the garbage he was eating.

“I need you to go out for a delivery.” Suzume says one day, before you’re even clocked in.

“We don’t deliver.” You say, though you already knew that you didn’t have to remind Suzume of that. The smirk on her face was enough for you to know that she had something devious up her sleeve.

“We do today.” Suzume proudly proclaims, setting an already prepared paper bag in front of you. It had been shoddily stapled together, but the smell of buckwheat and freshly shaved daikon clued you in to what was contained within. “Shouto called. Wants you to deliver it to his agency. You just gotta make the mentsuyu.”

“His agency?” You repeat, searching Suzume’s expression for any hint that she’s joking- and she’s not. “Suzume, I don’t have a car. I’m not riding the bus to deliver this thing.”

Suzume fishes around her pockets and pulls out the keys to her infamous teal moped, parked just outside the shop. “Treat my baby well, okay?”

—-

You walk past the sliding glass doors of Shouto’s agency and are immediately impressed by the size of it. Though Shouto had only been on the scene for a few years, his agency was large and neatly organized. It was jarring to see sidekicks and heroes that you had only seen on the news brush past you, all larger than life. You felt extraordinarily unextraordinary making your way to the receptionist’s desk as heroes walked and rolled and flew past you.

“Welcome to the Todoroki Agency.” The receptionist smiles, eyes flickering to the bag of food in your hands. “Dropping off a delivery?“

“Yeah, for Shouto.” You say, resting the food on the counter in front of her.

She nods, punching in the number to Shouto’s office. Holding the phone to her face, she turns her attention back to you. “You can probably just leave it there, I’ll have someone– oh! Hello, Shouto-san. Yes, your food is here. I can have– oh, alright then. Are you sure you don’t want me to have it brought up to you? Of course, my pleasure sir.”

The receptionist puts the phone back onto the receiver and cocks her head at you. “Shouto-san said he’d like to talk to you, if you have the time.”

You blink at that, not sure if you should take him up on that offer. You were still on the clock, after all, and it was nearing the time the shop usually had its lunch rush. Still, the fact that he wanted to talk to you at all made your stomach do flips. Butterflies.

Suzume owes you for making you go out of your way for the delivery. She can wait a little longer for you to return, you decide.

The elevator chimes from the end of the hall, and out emerges Pro Hero Shouto in all his glory. His eyes find you instantly, a small smile turning the corner of his lips.

“I’m glad to see you here.” Shouto says as he approaches the reception table. “I’m busy with paperwork today, so I couldn’t come to eat in person.”

“We don’t usually do deliveries.” You explain. A flash of concern crosses Shouto’s face, perhaps upset at himself for interrupting the regular flow of the restaurant, but you quickly backtrack. “But my manager was more than happy to make an exception- and I’m always happy to spend more time with you.”

Too far. Embarrassment finds a home in your stomach, but Shouto simply smirks, seemingly pleased with your answer.

“Nice helmet.” He gestures toward your head at Suzume’s teal eyesore. You’re mortified- you hadn’t thought to take the helmet off, thinking that doing so would be unjustifiable for such a short delivery. You must look like such a nerd, standing there inside his agency alongside heroes with a helmet on.

“Well, you know. Safety first.”

God, you were bad at this. This is the first time that Shouto has ever stood next to you. You’re used to seeing him sat in his booth, where the two of you were closer to eye level. Now, standing up straight and tall, a tower of muscle, you couldn’t help but feel nervous.

At least Shouto finds it funny.

“Would you want to continue our conversation in my office?”

You balk at that, heart skipping several beats at the thought of being alone with him in his office. Sitting across from him as he ate soba at his desk, chatting like friends. Like lovers–

“I’m sorry. I can’t.” You grab the bag from the counter and hand it to him. “I’m on the clock, and Suzume is gonna start sending the dogs after me if I’m gone for too long.”

Shouto hums, reaching for the bag of food. His left hand brushes yours, considerably warmer than your own. It’s a reminder of his extraordinary Quirk– of the divide that separates you. You linger there for a moment before you pull your arm back, embarrassed by how much you wanted his touch.

“Well, you’re welcome back any time.” Shouto offers, but you’re already walking out of the door, too embarrassed to look back- to notice the way Shouto stared at you as you left.

—-

A few days later, for some reason or another, Suzume needed to go home early. She had told you that much at the beginning of the shift, before pleading that you cover her closing duties. There were tears, there were promises of covering your future shifts, and some extra cash slipped in as incentive. Though her reasons for leaving were shoddy at best, you still agreed to cover her.

– and so you had stayed an extra 45 minutes, balancing the register, taking inventory, and writing the following day’s morning prep sheets. Your main motivation took shape in the takeout bag that sat behind the to-go register. Paid for but forgotten, completely up for grabs. Before you lock up for the night, you remember to snag the bag off of the counter. You jiggle the handle to the restaurant a few times, just to make sure there would be no unexpected break-ins that the higher ups could pin you for.

The street is quiet. The wind that carries the chill of the night brushes against your cheeks on your brisk walk home. The soba shop’s close proximity to your apartment was what initially drew you to it - the bus was your first option most days, when it decided to arrive on time, but the walk wasn’t too bad either. It was only fifteen minutes on a relatively well-lit and busy street, so even at night, you still felt somewhat secure. You hold your bag of leftovers close to your chest, comforted by the warmth emanating from the vegetable tempura meant to compliment your cold soba. Despite having to stay late in order to pick up Suzume’s slack, you were in high spirits.

‘I really have to ask for a raise’ is the thought that distracts you from the man leaning against the lamp post.

When you stumble, you almost mistake it for your own carelessness. It’s only when you look down and see his hand, unnaturally extended and stuck on to the back of your upper thigh, that you realize someone else was responsible for you near-fall. You gasp aloud, dropping the bag of food in your hands. It falls to the ground with an ugly clatter, broth staining the sidewalk beneath it. Your hands rush to the site where you’re connected, scrambling to pry the unwelcome limb away from you. It hurts a little when you try to rip him off, mortified to find out that his palm was stuck onto you like a piece of velcro. Even trying to take a step forward tugged unpleasantly on your skin.

“I just wanna talk, baby.” The man laughs. “Can’t a guy have some fun?”

“Get the fuck off of me!” You yell back, hands anxious and fumbling. If you could just get a good grasp on him, maybe you could just bite your lip and rip him off like a bandaid.

Before the man can get any closer or move his other hand to another part of your body, a rush of cold air overwhelms your surroundings. The grip on your thigh is replaced by an intense cold, seeping through your pants. Your skin throbs underneath your slacks, the ice freezing the fabric to the back of your thigh. Even though it hurts, you know you’re safe. You don’t even need to look up to know that Shouto’s there, but you do anyway. Your eyes meet his, and you find a tenderness there, a comfort, before he turns his attention back to the offender. He’s encased to the throat with ice, rendering him completely immobile.

“I’ve contacted the authorities, they’ll be coming to collect you soon.” Shouto says coolly, though his right hand is still extended toward the man as a warning- a reminder that there was nothing stopping the hero from completing his transformation into a full iceberg.

When the man simply chokes on a pained gargle, Shouto lowers his arm.

“I would have frozen his tongue off if he tried to say anything smart.” Shouto whispers to you, and you snort despite yourself. His left hand hovers above the junction where you were frozen together, a small flame melting the ice until you’re able to break away from the glaciar of the man next to you.

You reach your hand behind you, touching the tender spot at the back of your thigh. You hiss, retracting your arm as quickly as you had put it there.

Shouto frowns at your pained expression. “I’m sorry, it wasn’t my intention to hurt you.”

“You saved me. I’ll take a freezer-burnt leg over whatever the alternative would be.”

Shouto softly exhales, eyes flickering to where he had frozen you. “Is the back of your leg still cold? Could I– would you like me to warm it for you?”

Your eyes widen at that, too taken aback to speak properly. Instead, you simply nod, letting Shouto kneel behind you. His left hand is steadfast and professional, hovering just above the afflicted area. Despite that, you can’t help but feel your nerves ignite, knowing that he was so tantalizing close to touching you. The heat from his hand inspires another heat deep within your core, especially when you glance back at Shouto kneeling on the ground behind you and notice his lingering gaze at the assets that lived just above your thighs–

When the police arrive, you’re quick to make your statement. Gathering the bag of food that you had ejected out of your hands earlier, you’re disappointed to find that you had lost nearly half of both containers of broth. You’ll still eat it, of course, but the moisture soiling all of the containers makes everything a bit unappetizing.

“Are you walking home? I thought that you had a moped?” Shouto asks as you’re about to leave. You stand, damp takeout bag in hand, surprised that he had remembered Suzume’s moped from your visit to the agency.

“It’s my manager’s. I usually walk or take the bus home, but I had to stay late tonight.” You explain.

Shouto frowns, something that wrinkles the sides of his mouth, like it was his own personal failing that had you in the clutches of the villain that he had literally saved you from.

“Let me walk you home.” Shouto says, moving to grab the takeout bag from you. You knew that you’d probably be okay with walking the rest of the way home, but Shouto’s face read as though he had already made up his mind- he was going to walk you home. And you really didn’t mind being doted on by him for just a little longer.

When you approach the door of your apartment, you pause. You know you should probably call it a night, thank Shouto for what he had done and that you’d see him next time he decided to stop in for lunch, but you can’t help wanting to be a little selfish. You wanted to occupy a little more of his time, if he’d let you.

“Do you want to come inside and eat some of this?” You ask.

Shouto looks confused for a moment, and you swear you notice a slight red tint to the man’s cheeks before you gesture to the takeout container.

“Someone forgot to pick up their takeout order- there should be two zaru soba sets and some tempura, if you’re interested.”

“Ah,” Shouto says, looking down at the bag in his hand. “I would very much enjoy that.”

You unlock your apartment door, flickering the lights on and kicking some of the clutter you had laying on the floor underneath the couch before Shouto could come in. You tell Shouto that he could start eating the soba at your coffee table if he’d like, and that you could throw some tea on if he wanted.

He declines, sitting on your rug, salvaging the containers of broth and mentsuyu and noodles. When you sit down across from him, you watch as he dips the buckwheat into the sauce and takes a bite. His eyes widen, and you’re about launch into a tangent about how the sauce probably wasn’t how he liked it today, when he suddenly says:

“This tastes a lot better than it normally does.”

Something inside you breaks.

“You… prefer it this way?” You ask slowly, unbelieving, shocked when Shouto nods.

“It’s usually shit.” Shouto says, completely deadpan.

You laugh. You can’t help yourself. It’s a full, straight from the gut, ugly chortle. You can barely find the breath required to respond to him. “You– I messed up your order, but you tipped so much and kept coming back, so I thought– I thought you liked it that way.”

“You’ve been purposefully poisoning me this whole time?” Shouto asks, an eyebrow raised at you as you try to compose yourself, but the soft grin that graces his lips lets you know that you won’t really end up the next person arrested.

“You kept coming back to the shop! And asking for me in particular! I thought you just had bad taste.” You explain, wiping your eyes. “Why did you keep coming back if you hated it so much?”

Shouto pauses, letting his eyes wash over you. He’s focused on your lips when he confesses.

“I wasn’t going for the soba.”

It takes a minute for you to process what he had said, feeling your body light aflame once more. You can’t believe this is happening. Having Pro Hero Shouto in your living room is surreal itself, but implying that he was interested in you? You wonder if you’re dreaming or if this was all an elaborate prank by management to punish you for messing up on the job.

Shouto packs away his portion of food, analyzing your body and expression again. “Is your thigh still cold?”

Absolutely not, you think, but nod anyway. A little too enthusiastically, but that doesn’t deter Shouto. He moves to you, extends his hand to help you up from the ground, and pulls you close by your waist. You’re flush against his chest, close enough to feel his heartbeat, the erratic thrumming a twin to your own. His left hand grazes the back of your thigh, right underneath your ass. His hand is warm, firmly grasping the meat of your thigh. Though only slightly warmer than the rest of his body, his touch feels searing to your invigorated nerves.

“Tell me if I’m going too far.”

“You’re not.” You whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Go further.”

His lips meet yours then, and your body turns to putty. He lifts you with ease, a perk of having that immense Pro Hero strength, and rests you on your couch.

“What’re you doing?” You pant when he breaks away, his hands at the button of your slacks.

“You asked me if I wanted to eat some of this.” He says, kneeling down in front of you. “And I do.”

You shimmy out of your pants, and Shouto wastes no time. His mouth presses a hot kiss against your clothed sex before peeling the offending material to the side, the flat of his tongue stroking up and swirling around your clit. You whimper, hips bucking into his face. Shouto is a man on a mission, mouth unyielding, groaning at the taste of you.

“You taste so good, angel.” He mutters against you, “Better than the soba.”

“Let it go.” You groan, though you can’t stay angry at him for long, not when he’s wrapping his lips around your clit. You can feel him smiling, the little shit, at making you flustered.

When he sinks his fingers into you, curling his digits and stroking the spongy roof that lived there, it’s over for you. Your thighs squeeze the sides of his head as you cum and Shouto moans, his free hand squeezing the tent that had grown between his own legs. Rolling waves of pleasure overtake you as you gasp Shouto’s name, his fingers and mouth unrelenting until your body calms.

He’s peppering the inside of your thighs with warm, wet kisses, and you swear he’s about to go in for seconds before you interrupt him.

“Bedroom, Shouto.”

At your command, he’s lifting you again, carrying you first to your bathroom (you should’ve clarified the direction) and then to your bedroom, laying you down on your mattress. Shouto is quick to undress, pulling his pants and boxers down in quick succession. You sit up from your bed, biting your lip at the sight of his cock. You can’t help but kiss the pink tip, salty precum staining your lips, before taking him completely into your mouth. Shouto lets out a shaky breath as you work your mouth on his cock.

“You’re– a lot better at this than you are at sauce making.”

Any protest you might’ve had dies with the firm grip he holds on the back of your head.

“You’re doing great, angel. So good for me, so perfect.” He whispers, encouraging you as he shallowly thrusts into your mouth, careful not to overwhelm you. “Mouth feels so good on my cock.”

He pulls away, suddenly, his breath labored, and gently presses you back into your mattress. You strip yourself free of your remaining clothing and Shouto pauses.

“Is everything okay?” You ask, gazing up from your spot underneath him.

“You’re beautiful.” Shouto says, a hand moving to grasp your breast. He seizes your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and you arch into his touch. “I’ve wanted this since the first time I saw you in the restaurant.”

You can’t imagine that- Shouto gazing at you while you did your silly little tasks at the soba shop. Wanting you like this, stoking the embers of longing within him like you had for him.

“Me too.” You whisper, and Shouto slowly thrusts into you, one hand steadying itself on your hip and another on your breast. Your body screams with the need to touch him, too, so you run your hand up the length of his abs from underneath his shirt. It’s unfair, you think, that his shirt is still on. His body was sculpted by the gods themselves, all muscles and lean sinew. You think of the shirtless photos that exist of him on the internet, either for hero photo shoots or paparazzi shots of his suit ripped open during battle.

And now that same man is above you, rolling his hips into you, whispering into your ear about how wet and tight and perfect you are around him.

“I’m not gonna last much longer, angel.” He mutters against your neck. “Let me kiss you more.”

Your lips move sloppily together, rhythm dictated by Shouto’s deep thrusts inside of you, tongues working together as you drive each other closer and closer still to the edge. You cum again, throbbing around his cock, arching your back as he continues rocking against you. Shouto’s not far behind you, a strangled gasp spilling from his lips as his hips still.

Shouto rolls over, hand finding yours in the darkness. His thumb strokes over yours, watching you gently as your breath evens out.

“Shouldn’t have spent so much money on some shitty soba.” You mumble, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck.

“I’ll get lunch somewhere else for a change.” Shouto says, pressing a kiss to your head. “Preferably with you.”

“I think that can be arranged.”

You were starting to get sick of soba, anyway.

#todoroki x reader #Todoroki x reader smut #shoto x reader #shoto x reader smut #shouto x reader smut #todoroki smut #shouto x reader

948 notes · View notes

manicplank · 2 months

Text

The Color Pink (Part 13)

Finally sitting down to do this ghhgls it's short but whatever

Brunch

Theodore came out of the bathroom after brushing his teeth. Hazel looked at him with a smile.

"So," he spoke, "where are you thinkin' we go for food?"

"There's a restaurant in The Pig City where the girls and I usually go for brunch. Their mimosas are fantastic."

Theo shrugged. "Okay. You want me to step out so you can get changed?"

"Yes, please."

Noise stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him. Hazel changed into a cute white dress with a long pink peacoat. She topped her head with a white beret and wore her white Mary Janes. She peeked her head out of the door, "Ready!" She smiled. Theo walked in and went over to the dresser.

"You want me to step out, too," Hazel asked.

"Eh, you don't have to if you don't want to."

"I'll step out."

Hazel walked out of the room and closed the door behind her. Theo got dressed into a dress shirt with small yellow and white stripes. He left the couple top buttons undone. He put on black jeans with the shirt tucked in. He decorated his wrist with an expensive watch and his neck with a thin gold chain. He opened up the door.

"You ready to go," he asked.

"Yep!" Hazel was incredibly enthusiastic.

Theo patted her on the shoulder as he led her down the stairs. He grabbed his keys and a pair of sunglasses. Hazel squeaked in excitement as they walked out the door. Theo let out a small chuckle. He loved how excitable she was. They got in the car and drove over to The Pig City. Hazel gave him the directions on where to go and how to get there. They drove through the nicer side of the city. It reminded Hazel of when she visited France with her parents. Maybe not as elegant, but still beautiful.

They pulled up to a cafe on a corner. There was a sign in the window; Open for breakfast, brunch, and lunch! There was a patio with beautiful furniture and fencing. It seemed rather busy.

"This is the place," Hazel pointed.

Theo parked, and the two walked in. There was a pig waitress at a pedestal. "Party of two," she asked.

Theo nodded, "Mhm."

"Indoors or outdoors?"

"Um..." Theo looked at Hazel.

"Outdoors, please," Hazel spoke excitedly.

The waitress beckoned for them to follow her as she led them through the restaurant and out to the patio. Theo observed his surroundings, looking out for any paparazzi. The coast seemed to be clear. They walked outside to the patio. Only a few people were out there. They sat at the table, and the waitress handed them a couple menus.

"We're having a bottomless mimosa special with the purchase of any meal, today. Would you like that?"

"Uh," Theo looked at Hazel who was nodding her head excitedly. "Yeah, sure."

"Can we get a couple waters," Hazel added.

The waitress nodded as she walked away. Theodore scanned the menu looking for anything that might sound good. Hazel had been there a million times. She vaguely knew what she wanted, but she wanted to try something new. Theo looked at her with his eyebrows raised and a smug smile. She looked up and noticed him staring.

"What?" She tilted her head.

"Mimosas?" He teased.

"It's not Sunday brunch without mimosas."

"You know I'm trying to get into a better drinking habit, right?"

"Controlled drinking. You deserve a treat every once in a while."

He rolled his eyes with a smirk. "Whatever you say. I'll probably have like half of one."

"That's it?"

"Uh, I have to drive."

"Oh, yeah. So... I guess I'm the one getting hammered today." She chuckled.

Theo rolled his eyes and shook his head side to side with a smile on his face. The waitress came back with a bottle of champagne, a bottle of orange juice, two champagne glasses, and two glasses of ice water. She placed them on the table before taking out a pen and notepad. "Are we ready to order," she asked.

"Yeah," Hazel spoke, "I'll have the pancakes."

"Two or three?"

"Two."

"What kind of potatoes?"

"Hash browns."

"Any fruit on them?"

"Strawberries, please."

"Anything else?"

"Nope!"

The waitress finished writing in her notepad and turned to Theo. "And you, sir?"

"Uh... Does the meat lover's omelet come with cheese?" He responded.

"Yes."

"Then can I get that with no cheese?"

"What kind of potatoes?"

"Hash browns."

"Bacon or sausage?"

"Bacon."

"Anything else?"

"Nope, that's it."

The waitress nodded and finished writing. She walked off. Hazel grabbed the bottles of champagne and orange juice. She filled her glass with half champagne and orange juice. She hand the bottles to Theo, who filled his glass with one third of champagne and the rest orange juice. "Cheers," Hazel held up her glass.

"Cheers," Theo responded.

The two clinked their glasses together and took a drink. Theo only took a small sip.

"I love these things," Hazel spoke. "They're my kryptonite."

"Oh, yeah?" He chuckled and twirled his glass. "I like 'em. Mixed drinks are nice." He took another small sip. "Ever had Bacardi and orange juice?"

"No. Never had Bacardi. What is it?"

"It's rum. Goes really good with coke, too."

"Hm." She nodded her head. "I'm not really a rum person. I've only had it a couple times."

"It's one of my preferred drinks. Not necessarily my favorite."

"Your favorite is tequila."

"How the hell do you know?"

"Anyone who does ten shots of tequila in one night must enjoy it quite a bit."

"Oh," he chuckled nervously. "I keep forgetting about that. I was near blackout."

"You could barely stand." She laughed. "It was funny."

"I'm glad you think so. I'm still embarrassed about it."

"Oh, please. It wasn't as bad as you think it was."

"I have the tendency to do dumb shit when I'm drunk."

"Yeah, everybody does. Now, cheers." She held up her glass.

"Again?"

"Again." She shook her glass.

He held up his, and they clinked them. Hazel took a good gulp while Theo only took another small sip. She tapped her foot on his under the table, and he jumped back.

"Sorry," she giggled. "I didn't mean to scare you."

He laughed nervously. "I didn't expect it."

The waitress came out with their food and served it to them. She gave Hazel her pancakes and Theo his omelet. She put silverware on the table as well as a bottle of ketchup. "Enjoy," the waitress said before she walked away. Hazel grabbed the ketchup and poured some on her hash browns then stirred it in. She handed the bottle to Theo who took it and poured some on his hash browns as well. He looked at her and curled his lips inward.

"What?" She asked.

"You might hate me for this," he said with a grin on his face.

"Why?"

He took the ketchup and put some on his omelet without breaking eye contact. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped in disbelief.

"NO," she grunted.

"I'm sorry," he chuckled. "It's how I've always eaten my eggs."

"Theodore..."

He laughed again. "Your face!"

"I've literally never met anybody who does that..."

"I've done it since I was a kid. It helps make the eggs taste... Less eggy."

"I'm not judging you, but I'm judging you."

"Whatever."

The two of them went on to enjoy their meal while making slight small talk. They were learning to enjoy each other's company in silence, which was the most awkward part of the relationship. Hazel finished her mimosa and poured herself another. Theo's was only halfway empty. She went to refill his, but he put his hand up and stopped her. She shrugged and put the bottle down. She took a drink out of her water glass and then her mimosa. She judged him slightly as he ate an omelet glazed with ketchup.

As they finished their meals, someone came up to the fencing.

"Excuse me," she spoke, "are you The Noise?"

"Uh... No..." He responded.

The girl laughed, "Yes, you are! I'd recognize your face and voice anywhere!"

"Look, I'm in the middle of something, here."

She turned to Hazel, "And are you the mystery girl?"

"Leave her alone," Noise spoke firmly.

"I just want to ask her some questions." She began to pull out a camera.

Theo looked around and tried to find their waitress. When he saw her, he waved her down. "Check! Check, please!"

"Theo," Hazel tried to stop him.

"No, we're not doing this."

The waitress came over with the check and The Noise paid with cash. "Keep the change as a tip, we have to go." He stood up and grabbed Hazel's arm. "Come on."

"Theodore-"

"Come on!"

As the two walked briskly through the restaurant, Hazel held his arm gently. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I really don't feel like dealing with the paparazzi today."

But once they reached the door, there was a crowd of paparazzi, their cameras already flashing. Hazel realized why he was acting the way that he was. The amount of people waiting to question and take pictures of her was highly intimidating. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder before they walked through the doors. Immediately, they were swarmed, lights flashing as the hoarde of people suddenly got loud. Tons of them were asking questions. The Noise kept Hazel to his left so they couldn't get to her. They tried tapping him on the shoulder and turning him around. Hazel hid her face in her hands. She was completely overwhelmed. Theodore put his hand up to try and block the cameras for getting a good picture of them.

"Mr. Noise, let us get a picture of you with your mystery girl!"

"Mr. Noise, how long have you guys been dating?"

"Mystery girl, what is your true identity?"

"Mr. Noise, has she starred in any previous movies?"

"Mr. Noise- Mr. Noise, over here!"

He simply ignored them as he quickly led her to the car. They got in the car. Before the paparazzi could catch up to them, he sped off. Hazel finally took her hands off her face and took a deep breath.

"That was insane," she sighed.

"Yeah, they're like cockroaches. When there's one, there's a million."

"No kidding. They're ruthless."

He grabbed her hand and intertwined their fingers. "You okay?"

"Yeah," she took another deep breath. "I'm fine. Just a little shaken up."

"I'm sorry." He brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed it. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"No, no, it wasn't you. It was them."

"No, I got a little mean when I was trying to get you to leave." He kissed her hand again. "Where do you want to go?"

"My stuff is still at your place..."

"You wanna go grab it then go home?"

"But I still want to spend time with you."

"You can go home with me."

"Can we try watching the movie again?"

"Of course." He rubbed his thumb across the back of her hand. "You sure you're okay? You seem upset."

"I'll be okay. I just need to calm down a bit."

"You promise?"

"I promise." She looked at him and smiled.

#pizza tower #noise #the noise #noisette #pink fic #fanfic #pizza tower fanfic

27 notes · View notes

imabeautifulbutterfly · 3 months

Text

Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

Summary: First steps to friendship

A/N: Hello lovelies,

I hope everyone had a good week. I just want to put this out there as someone who works in the medical field, please be kind to doctors, nurses, technicians, receptions, and cleaning crews.

Just be kind in general. I had a rough week with a very rude patient. It might not seem like much but after a while it takes a toll. So to everyone and anyone who needs to hear this, thank you for all the hard work you do.

Love oo

Due to the past history of the OC there will be discussions alluding to past domestic abuse, please note that as it could be a trigger for some.

Warnings: discussions of lunch, trying to avoid isolation, mentions of past trauma (blink and you'll miss it), discussions of being dirty (physically), possible mud (use your imagination). If I miss any warnings, please let me know.

AO3 Link | Words: 909 | Previous -> Next

Main Master List | Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

THE CRESTWORLD

CHAPTER NINE

As we watched Taika and Misty munching away, it made me remember we needed to eat too, “Din, what do you want for lunch? There’s some leftovers from last night’s dinner or I could make us a sandwich and salad …”

“You know…” he cut her off, realizing he needed to make more of an effort with her.

Sure she was his employee, but he was also the only person she knew out here. Cobb and Fennec were always busy in town and the surrounding areas, and Fennec had even less time than Cobb, being Boba’s right hand. Then there was Grogu, and as fun and enjoyable he was for a little kid, it wasn’t the same as having someone around her own age to hang out with.

He nodded to himself, resolving he needed to do better, “You did a really good job today, Ann. Looking after Bessie, milking her, noticing there was something off about her. You could’ve easily brushed it off, or not even bothered to tell me about it. But you did, and because you did, I can tell you there will be a new addition to the ranch. Nerfs have a faster gestation than most quadrupeds. We should have a new addition in a month or two depending on if it’s a bull or calf. Not to mention you fed the nunas and collected the eggs, even though I know it freaks you out a little. I even noticed that you stamped the eggs with the date, and put them away. Cleaned out the pens as best you could … before I got here.” He smirked.

I tilted my head to look at him, resting my head on my arms that were propped on the railing of the corral. I didn’t say much, simply looking at him as I narrowed my eyes at Din, “I can’t tell if you’re making fun of me, or if you’re being genuine”

He chuckled, as he glanced over to her, shaking his head. “Genuine, I’m being genuine,” he turned back to look at Taika and Misty, “plus, I owe you for this morning.”

I smirked, focusing back on the horses, “So … does this mean, I’ll get a pay bump?”

“Ha! No.” He stood stretching, “However, I do believe, your good work today, and for my …”

“Assery?”

“That’s not even a word.”

“Words aren’t words, until you start using them more often”

Din shook his head laughing, “Anyway, I do believe this entitles you to lunch on me. How about we go into town for lunch? I know a good restaurant.”

“Oh, um … yeah, I guess…”

He hadn’t expected that reaction, “Do you not want to?” Din glanced over to her.

A thousand scenarios ran through my mind, my biggest concern was bringing danger to this small town, but … Fennec went through a lot to cover my tracks so I could make it here. I couldn’t keep hiding on the ranch like I was. I needed to stop letting my ex dictate terms. I needed to start living again.

I closed my eyes, and reminded myself, I wasn’t that same weak girl, he initially married.

“No. No.” I focused on the landscape before, taking in the beautiful mountains, the crisp air. I was far away from him. “I’m up for going into town. After all, I need to see more of this area, get to know the town and people. As beautiful as this ranch is, I can’t exactly be holed up here forever.”

“No. You can’t” he smiled.

I smirked, as my eyes glanced down, looking over my dirty outfit, “Maybe I should change? Take a shower at least?” My hand subconsciously went to my forehead and hair, wiping away some of the sweat and dirt.

Din shrugged, “You can if you want to but there’s no need, we’re going to a diner, not some fancy five-star high-end Coruscant restaurant. Plus this is a farming town, we’re all used to being a little dirty.”

“Hmmm … Well, I guess, if you’re going like that” I motioned to his shirt, “then I guess I can go like this” I motioned to my less than stellar outfit.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” He looked down, sure there was dirt, hay, dust, some grass strains, and something … he hoped but wasn’t entirely sure was mud. The more he thought about it, the more he changed his opinion, “You know, now that you mention it, maybe a change of shirt wouldn’t be the worst thing.”

I chuckled, nodding in agreement, as he tried to flick a nondescript dark matter off his shirt towards me. I squealed, flinching away from him, increasing the distance between us. “Hey …” I held up my finger as I moved further away, “I’ll have you know, I have enough of my own questionable dark matter on me, I don’t need to take on yours, too.” I shouted over to him, when I was far enough away and headed back into the house.

Din watched as she headed back to the house, slipping off her boots before she went in.

He stood in the open glancing over to the pens, the horses grazing, and Bessie chewing away as she stood there looking at him, and he couldn’t remember a time he felt this content from cleaning the pens and grooming Taika and Misty. He shook his head, pushing his thoughts aside as he headed into the house to change.

AO3 Link | Words: 909 | Previous -> Next

Main Master List | Once Upon a Time on the Razor Crest

@littlemisspascal @sprout-fics @liadamerondjarin @badbatch-simp24 @spicymcnuggies @lady-ren @firstofficerwiggles @darkangel4121 @discofern @kavecika @monako-jinn-stories @ladykatakuri @avathebestx @theroguesully @furyhellfire66 @carodealmeida @ciramaris @twinkofthedink @dindjarin-mandalorian @tortor-mcgee @sarcasmismyonlydefense24 @chiyo13

28 notes · View notes

takecareluv · 2 years

Note

if you want to write this maybe reader wanting to spend some quality time with vinnie because they haven't really done much in the past few days but him just wanting to play video games and then him being annoyed and lashing out on reader with like a happy ending idk

btw i really love your work and writing and you come off as a really sweet human being who i just wanna hug🫂 lots of love <333

a.n thank you, lovely! you are so sweet <3 i wanna give you a big hug !!! sending you all my love 💌☺️

forgivness & face masks || vinnie hacker x reader

vinnie arrived home late last night from a gaming event he attended in las vegas. you had already been fast asleep for hours by the time he had walked through the door, not getting the chance to properly greet him.

you didn’t worry too much about staying up since you expected to spend the entire next day with him, especially considering the lack of quality time you've had together.

with that said, you were suprised to wake up to an empty bed the following morning. rolling over in search of the missing boy, you immediately spotted him sat at his desk, streaming. already? you thought.

you loved vinnie and supported all of his endeavors, but really? it seemed like video games were all that he cared about recently.

“morning vin,” you called out.

no response.

you groaned, getting up from the bed and walking over to where his desk was stationed the corner of the room. “morning vin. you have a good flight home?” you asked while rubbing his shoulders.

“what? oh yeah, it was fine.” was all you got in a mumbled reply.

you rolled your eyes, deciding you needed coffee and breakfast before you dealt with him anymore.

—

following a big cup of coffee and some waffles, you got distracted with a few extra chores you’d been meaning to get done.

it wasn’t for another couple hours that you headed back up to see vinnie. and much to your dismay, you walked into the bedroom to the sight of him still streaming. wasn’t he tired?

“hey bub, i was thinking we go get lunch today? check out that new greek place that opened up in town.”

you were met with silence.

this time you decided to push a little further until you got a proper answer. “vin, did you hear me? how does that sound?” you questioned, clearly irritated.

“what? babe, can’t you see i’m busy? i don’t have time for-”

“for what? me?” you madly interrupted him.

“what, no. that’s not what i was going to say.” he paused. “but you know now that you bring it up, maybe i don’t always have time for you. is there anything wrong with that?”

you could tell he was growing more heated each second that went by, and you weren’t big on confrontation. you cared about this relationship too much to say something you’d instantly regret due to a moment of anger. so you presumed it would be best to let the matter go for the time being and return to it when you were both feeling much less emotional.

“i guess not.” you sighed, “i’ll just see you later.” and with that, you were out the door. not giving him the opportunity to respond.

—

after leaving the house in a rush, you realized you had no where to go. you drove in circles a couple times before choosing to stick with your original plan of having lunch at the authentic greek restaurant. only instead of being accompanied by the love of your life, you were sat alone at a table for one.

but you didn’t mind. you weren’t going to let some boy ruin your day. especially one that would rather play video games than spend time with his girlfriend.

you enjoyed a delicious meal but still wasn’t ready to head home quite yet. so for the remainder of the afternoon, you partook in a little bit of retail therapy.

you hit up all your favorite stores, shifting through what seemed like an endless amount of racks, and trying on a ton cute pieces. by the time you had made it through all of best shops on the block, you were left carrying way too many bags to even count. okay, now it was time to go home, you concluded.

—

the last thing you expected when you stepped foot through the front door of your home was a trail of flowers leading you down the hall, up the stairs, and into your bedroom.

at the end of the trail was a remorseful looking vinnie holding out a bouquet of your favorite flowers with a basket of all sorts of goodies, including face masks and candy, perched next to him.

“baby i am so sorry for lashing out at you earlier. i was just so stressed after going to that gaming thing and seeing all these other streamers do so much better than me, it made me feel like i wasn’t working hard enough. but i realize now that i should not have taken that out on you. it is no excuse and it will never happen again, i promise. i love you so much, i don't ever want to lose you. can you please forgive me?”

you slowly stepped over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist while mumbling out, “yes i forgive you. just please don’t do it again, it made me sad. i thought you didn’t want to spend time with me.”

“no baby, never.” he grabbed your face with both his hands so you would look up at him. “i'm sorry for making you sad and thinking i don’t want to spend time with you. i would spend every minute with you if it were possible, my sweet girl. never think otherwise.” he then leaned in to place a kiss to your forehead, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips.

“i rented all of your favorite movies, and got all of your favorite snacks. oh and that face mask you like, so we can have a night just us. and then tomorrow i’m taking you to lunch at that greek place you were talking about.”

“oh vin, you didn’t have to do all this.”

“this is the first time i've seen you smile all day, i most definitely had to do all this.”

you didn’t say anything, but he felt you squeeze him tighter and that was all he needed. “so what should we do first? face masks or food?”

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker x you

506 notes · View notes

harlowcomehome · 2 years

Note

omg stink heyyy😫(guess who😉)

So I was thinking.. how bout some hardcore gut wrenching angst right maybe like stink thinks we’re cheating but in reality we’re setting up the cheesiest and sweetest surprise for him because he’s been working hard and deserves it

“What the hell is going on?”

Jack was the nosiest person you’ve ever met, you actually both had that in common truthfully. However, him being so nosy made it really hard to surprise him, you always tried to and it never worked so you were working overtime trying to figure out how to surprise him for his birthday.

You see, he had been working really hard on things for work and he opted out of doing his usual birthday celebration with Urban in Louisville. The two of you and some members of his team were staying in LA for a movie he was working on and he was actually really bummed about not being able to do his usual birthday celebration. You however, had a plan from the beginning. You and Neelam had been talking with everyone about flying out to LA and renting a place out in LA to celebrate, you had been incredibly sneaky and secretive because you knew if Jack picked up on anything he’d find out immediately.

You kept making up excuses to meet with Neelam around LA and most days you’d be able to do it when Jack was busy but sometimes you’d have to make excuses to go places without him, blaming it on your own work schedule.

At first, Jack didn’t think anything of it until one day he came home and you were showering. You had a missed call from an unsaved number, he was going to unlock your phone to check it out but he realized you had changed your password. He wanted to ask you about it but then you’d know he had noticed, so he decided not to say anything about it. He was still curious about the sudden change, the two of you had each others passwords and it was never an issue before. He didn’t want you to feel like he didn’t trust you either, so he decided to let it go.

When you got out of the shower he was sitting on the bed, looking at stuff on his iPad. “You scared me!” You laughed, your body still tightly wrapped in a towel. You walked over to him and gave him a kiss, he couldn’t help but wonder why you would be so jumpy but he shook that feeling off, he assumed he was just tired and being grumpy for no reason. “How did work go today?” You asked him as you dried off in front of him, he eyed you up and down but decided not to act on anything. “Good, I am exhausted though” he yawned.

“Want me to order us dinner?” You asked and he nodded.

You felt like something was off about Jack tonight but you knew he was tired so you tried not to internalize it too much.

The next morning Jack left without telling you, which you found to be odd but you figured maybe he was running late or something so you decided not to text him and bother him while he was at work. You had a lot of final touches to work out with Neelam anyway so you got ready and went to meet her. The two of you decided to meet at a fancy restaurant to go over everything, and of course get something to eat.

What you didn’t know was that Jack noticed you turned your location off last night as well, which sent him spiraling. That mixed with the fact that you hadn’t text him this morning had him feeling uneasy. He remembered your uber password and logged into it from him phone this morning. He got a notification that told him you were ubering to a restaurant and he asked the directors if he could take a lunch.

Jack had been cheated on before, and he wasn’t about to be cheated on again.

He took his own car off the lot and drove to the restaurant that was likely only 15-20 minutes from where he was at today, you didn’t know that though because he didn’t tell you where he was filming since you didn’t see him before he left this morning.

He arrived at the restaurant as soon as your uber dropped you off, he couldn’t help but feel crazy. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, the two of you had never had any amount of distrust in your relationship. If anything you showed him constant reassurance but he just felt like you had been being sneaky and he wanted to know why.

He was going to turn his car on and leave once he realized what he was doing but then he saw you get out of the car. He leaned his seat back as far as it went and ducked as he watched you walk into the restaurant alone. “Alone?” He said out loud to himself and sat his seat back up. He decided he was going to call you and see if you’d answer, when you sent his call to voicemail he was bothered, but he was even more upset when you text him and told him you couldn’t answer because you were in a “business meeting.”

“What the fuck” he said out loud to himself before checking the time and realizing it was time to head back to set anyway.

When he came home for the day you were in a good mood, you had the place for the party finally paid off and the catering scheduled. You got all his friends and family’s arrival times together so you knew when they would be landing. You just had three days until the party to keep things a secret. You made Jacks favorite thing for dinner and were eager to see him after his long day.

When he got home you greeted him and he ignored you, which wasn’t like him. You wondered if he had a bad day at work or something, you decided to give him his space and finish making dinner. The longer he sat in the bedroom alone the more frustrated he became, yes he was being dramatic but he couldn’t believe you didn’t follow him into the bedroom to see what was wrong with him.

When he came out of the bedroom he plopped down on the couch, crossing his arms and sighing heavily. He wanted to make sure he got his point across but you were listening to music in your AirPods and hadn’t even noticed. It wasn’t until he got up and went into the kitchen that you saw his face, and he was pissed.

You had only seen that look on his face a few times during your relationship and it had never been aimed at you but for some reason, tonight felt different. You took your airpod out and set it on the kitchen counter, “you good bug?”

His eyes were narrowed at you and his nostrils were flared. “Where were you today when I called?”

You looked at him surprised, “what do you mean? I told you I had a business meeting.”

“I’m not asking what lie you told me. I’m asking where were you really at? Don’t lie to me again” his voice was stern and he was clearly frustrated.

The fight or flight in you was really about to come out, you felt panicky and you were worried you’d tell him about the surprise. “What are you talking about?”

He unlocked his phone and showed you the uber app on his phone. The look of shock in your eyes was enough to bother him.

“Caught up now aren’t you?” He said defensively.

You still had no idea where he was going with this, “what do you mean caught up? That’s where the business meeting was?”

He scoffed at you “if you’re going to cheat on me you could at least be smart about it” he grabbed the keys to his car and started looking for his jacket.

“Cheat on you?” You stood in the middle of the room staring at him “you think I’m cheating on you?”

He had tears in his eyes that he was trying to hide, his entire face was red and he was clearly frustrated. “Jack, I’d never do that to you” your voice was shaky and he was trying not to look at you, knowing he would start to cry if you did.

“I can’t find my fucking jacket, fuck this” he said and slammed the door behind him.

You were in shock at how quickly that escalated, you had no idea what to do so you called Neelam and she didn’t answer. You had assumed Jack was already on the phone with her probably telling her to get you and your stuff out of his airbnb that the two of you were staying at. So you called Urban, you explained to him what was going on and he was in shock. “Should I just tell him?” You sighed, you didn’t want him to think that you were cheating and Urban suggested you tell Jack something on a smaller scale. He’d text Neelam and let her know that you were going to tell Jack you had been sneaking around with Neelam to get him a surprise gift, you thanked Urban for being a genius and he laughed.

You waited for Jack to return back at the house. His entire demeanor was different now, you knew it would be, having talked to Neelam yourself before he came back home. You had taken a photo together today so you were going to show it to Jack to confirm the story. When he walked in the house his shoulders were sluggish and sad, he was embarrassed at how he reacted earlier. “I’m sorry” he sniffled and you pulled him in for a hug, it wasn’t often he showed his vulnerable side so you were going to take this moment in. You already knew why he was quick to think you were cheating, you knew what had happened in the past so you didn’t question it.

“You know I was with Neelam today right?” You showed him the photo on your phone, and he nodded. ”You also know I would never hurt you right?” You lifted his chin with your hand and he nodded. You reached up and gave him a soft peck.

“You shouldn’t have had to show me that photo, I’m sorry for freaking out” he hung his head and you knew he felt guilty. “Babe, we are fine, it’s fine. But now you know I was trying to surprise you with a nice gift” you smacked your lips and he laughed. “I really can’t keep anything from you” you laughed and he did too.

“Your dinner is on the counter” you stood on your tiptoes and gave him another kiss.

The next few days Jack was really sweet with you, he felt bad for overreacting. He bought you flowers, a bracelet and even paid for someone to come do your nails. You weren’t complaining though, you needed your nails done for the party anyway.

When it was the day of his party, you knew he had a morning shoot so you and Neelam took turns picking people up from the airport and getting them settled into their hotels. Urban was one of the first to arrive and you were so excited to see him. “Happy almost birthday” you giggled handing him a bag as he hugged you. He looked at you confused “Can I open it now?” You laughed “I would, you need to get a head start if you’re going to smoke it all” you winked and he gave you another hug. “You’re the best” he laughed and you asked him if he turned off his location and he nodded for confirmation.

When you got back to your airbnb Jack wasn’t home yet and you started to get ready for tonight. To Jacks knowledge you were going to go out for a fancy dinner at the same restaurant you and Neelam went to the other day but that’s all he thought was happening tonight.

When you were halfway done getting ready you boyfriend came through the door “sorry babe, today was hectic” he smiled as he set his stuff down on the dresser. “I’m going to take a quick shower” he nodded to you and gave you a rushed kiss.

You texted Neelam to make sure everything was set and she sent you a thumbs up emoji.

You were so excited, you couldn’t believe you actually pulled it off. Jack was confused when you insisted on driving, “birthday boys don’t drive” you laughed and he shrugged it off. On the way to the party Jack noticed you were nervous. “You alright babe?” You nodded “Just excited for you to see your gift.”

When you pulled up outside of a venue and not a restaurant Jack started to get suspicious “where are we?”

“Do you trust me?” You smiled and he nodded, you blindfolded him and helped him walk inside the building slowly.

When you took he blindfold off he was greeted by pretty much his entire friend group and his family. Urban hugged him first, they had only been apart for the last two weeks but to them it felt like forever.

The second he saw his parents and grandparents his eyes turned bright red and he ran over to them and hugged them tight, he couldn’t remember the last time he saw any of them.

“You better marry that girl” his mom whispered in his ear, before wiping the tears off her sons face.

“Oh” he turned to you, watching you talk with all of his friends. He had a giant grin on his face before turning back to his mom “I plan on it.”

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fanfic

507 notes · View notes

buckysimp101 · 2 years

Text

Love at First Grade (18+) - 4

Single Dad!Bucky Barnes x Single Mom!Reader; Teacher!Bucky x CEO!Reader

chapter warnings: language?

a/n: I’m a sucker for Tony Stark. He’s always one of my favorite characters to write. So pls enjoy 😂 and please note: I had to write this chapter on my notes app because I am away from my laptop for the weekend but felt the need to post today so all grammatical errors are my own 😭

Series Masterlist

Tony Stark was the bane of your existence. He annoyed you to no end. In a favorite Uncle kind of way. He’s lucky Pepper was such a good person, because a people person Tony was not…to everyone else that is. Because, Tony Stark adored you and Avery. His reputation was similar to yours. Ruthless business executive who would make sure the deal went the exact way he wanted, but behind closed doors he loved his wife, his kid and his close friends. You sometimes considered yourself lucky to be in the latter group, but only sometimes. Tony’s friendship tended to be a love-hate situation.

Keeping up with your reputation was better for you. Safer for you and Avery if the whole world thought you were a stuck up bitch. It meant nobody could smell a weakness and use it against you. Even though you were fairly certain that your divorce only added fuel to the fire, gasoline in the form of Brock Rumlow.

He’d gone to all sorts of trashy magazines after signing the divorce papers and had told them that you were a shrewd businesswoman who had no time for her family and would do whatever she could to make sure L/N Enterprises came out on top. It was the “no time for her family” comment that hurt the worst and you were just so thankful that Avery hadn’t learned how to read at four years old. Brock didn’t stop there, he supplied the paps with rumors that you were cheating on him, with TONY, because of the close work Stark and L/N did together. Your face was plastered across nearly every paparazzi magazine in the grocery stores for a year.

Brock’s fury lessened when he realized he’d be getting some money in the divorce and so the rumors slowed down. But your reputation has already grown into this monster that you had no control over. At that point you figured, if you can’t beat em then you might as well become the person they think you are…in public at least.

“Tony, we’ve been over this before. I’m not going to beg you for your support in my deal with the Odinsons, but you know just as well as I that if we both teamed up together then we’d make the deal of a lifetime,” you stated sharply, looking Tony Stark himself in the eye. Tony quirked an eyebrow at your attitude, knowing that you didn’t normally speak to him like that unless you were in front of other people or if something was bothering you.

“Alright. You’ve got me. It’s a good deal, and I guess Odinson would be a good ally to have. Now. On to the real issue, what is wrong with you today, cupcake?” Tony quipped as he signed the deal you had laid in front of him.

You sighed roughly as the weight of securing Tony’s help and the reality of the morning settled into your bones. Your response got Tony’s attention and his face softened, he knew that look. It was one he saw on his own face almost every day. When the weight of your reputation bares all its weight on your shoulders. “Alright, kid what do you want for lunch? I’m buying and then you can tell me all about what’s got you in this funk,” Tony jested as he pulled up the phone number to the restaurant you normally ordered from after working together.

Pepper and Morgan joined you for lunch, the three year old choosing to sit in your lap. Morgan was a cutie. And she reminded you so much of Avery at that age. Just instead of the shyness Avery exhibited, Morgan definitely acted more like Tony. After eating and playing with Morgan for a little bit the two left, leaving you and Tony across the table from each other.

Before he could even ask you groaned and rubbed your face, “sorry Tony. Just today added so much stress to my plate that I didn’t need. For a second there I was genuinely worried that you wouldn’t help and that the Odinson’s would back out,” you started but were interrupted by Tony, “well technically they still could..”

You cut a sharp glare at him and he held up his hands in mock surrender, so you continued, “and Avery was in a mood today. She didn’t want to go to school, she was scared nobody would like her and she’d make no friends, and you know I hate it when she cries,” Tony offered a sympathetic look because he knew he was the same way over Morgan. One tear and he was buying her an entire toy store.

“And worst of all, her teacher looks like he was sculpted by the gods themselves and was placed in front of me as an obstacle to just fucking CLIMB.”

And that’s where Tony lost it. If he’d been drinking water he would’ve done a spit take at your words. He was laughing so hard you thought he’d fall out of his chair. You waited for his laughter to die down, as he began to wipe his eyes you muttered,,”it’s not that fucking funny, Tony.” Which apparently was the wrong thing to say because he almost completely lost it again.

Tony took a breath to steady himself. “Why is it such a problem that you find Avery’s first grade teacher such a hunk of man that you want to have your nasty dirty way with him, hmm?”

Your eyes narrowed at Tony’s comment which only made his eyebrows raise enthusiastically. Tony enjoyed getting a ride out of you. Before you could even respond he was interrupting to add, “you scared you’re a black widow spider or something and once you fuck him you’ll have to kill him?”

That made you lose it. You laughed so hard you snorted, causing Tony to rejoin with his laughter. You knew that talking to Tony would help you feel better, even if all he did was make fun of the situation and not offer any valuable advice. He was Tony Stark. Not exactly known for his great advice. And definitely not known to be very helpful with “romantic” advice. You had to practically beat him upside the head with one of his machines to get him to realize Virginia “Pepper” Potts was the best thing that would ever happen and he’d be a fool and alone forever if he let her go.

Okay, in all seriousness. What’s got you so wound tight over this man you have met one time, might I add?” Tony questioned semi-seriously causing you to think hard about his query. “Is it because you haven’t really been with anyone since Brock?”

His statement caused you to lift a brow and state flatly, “I’m divorced, Tony. Not fucking celibate. You know that.” Because Tony did know. Tony knew all about how terrified you were to casually date or sleep with someone after your divorce. How you were scared to introduce someone into Avery’s life that could break both your hearts in a minute. That’s why Avery didn’t know. She conveniently spent the night with Pepper, Tony and Morgan when you’d find someone to fill that basic human need. The look on your face must have answered some unanswered question Tony had because you saw his eyes soften before you.

“Okay I know you’re not a nun obviously. But now I’m gonna ask you a serious question…” he started only to be interrupted by you.

“Wow Anthony Edward Stark being serious? Someone call J Jonah Jameson,” you snarked with a teasing smirk at the way Tony glared at you.

“BUT do you think you’re acting weird about this man because he’s already met Avery? And you’re thinking if you did find him attractive and wanted to sink your fangs, I mean teeth, into him then you wouldn’t really be able to distance you or Avery from him?” He finished, his question practically echoing in your mind.

He must have seen in your eyes the way you were processing his sentence and just leaned back in his chair with a short nod. “Well would you look at the time. Someone’s gotta head back to their place and get this Odinson deal all shiny like a new penny so we can talk about the future of machine/human telehealth. Think about what I said will ya, kid? Maybe talk to Wilson or Maximoff about it. I know they’re your “besties” and you know, a little closer to your age,” he said besties with finger quotes and spat the last part of his statement with mock venom, a teasing look coming to his eyes. You smiled lightly at Tony, mouthing a thank you as you stood up to give him a hug and head back to your own building.

“Hey! Make sure to bring Avery over next week! We’re making cheeseburgers,” he winked as you walked out the door.

“You’re always making cheeseburgers,” you yelled back, not even having to turn around to see Tony‘s laugh.

When you got back to your office you finished writing up the Odinson deal so it would be ready to sign at your meeting at the end of the week. Before you knew it, it was time to pick up Avery. On the ride to school Sam decided to joke about your “crush” on Avery’s teacher saying that he was looking forward to seeing the man himself so he could gossip about him with Wanda after your celebratory drinks this upcoming Friday.

“Don’t plan the celebration too early, Sam. Odinson could still back out,” you stated pointedly. Sam knew how you felt about jinxing this deal and he promptly stopped talking about it, but he just rerouted the conversation back to Mr. Barnes. It was mostly him talking and joking and you rolling your eyes but when he pulled up to the school you saw Mr. Barnes next to Avery and a little girl who looked suspiciously like Mr. Barnes.

“That’s him,” you said to Sam, pointing at the first grade teacher.

Sam’s eyes widened, he looked from you to Mr. Barnes and back before saying, “you know, normally I don’t think I’d say this… but that man is a whole damn tree trunk. It makes sense why you wanna climb him.”

You snorted and slapped Sam’s arm before exiting the car and making your way over to your daughter. Mr. Barnes didn’t notice you and for that you were thankful. It gave you the opportunity to appreciate his…assets. The way his brown hair curled slightly at his shoulders, the way his button up seemed a half size too small judging by the way his shoulders stretched against the material, the way his slacks clung to his..

“MOMMY!!” Avery’s voice cried, pulling you out of your appreciative gaze. You could feel your cheeks start to hurt with the smile that graced your face as your daughter barreled towards you and engulfed you in the largest hug she could muster, flinging her little body into your arms. You were about to ask her how her day was when you felt another little one practically tackle your legs in a hug. Big blue eyes looked up at you, eyes that unmistakably belonged to the tall drink of water standing next to you.

You were introduced to Becca, who was no doubt Mr. Barnes’ daughter, and how she and Avery were new best friends and they had a great day together. As the two girls continued chattering with yo about their day you managed to sneak a look at the incoming notification on your watch. You knew it was getting close to dinner with your parents and you’d have to leave soon to prepare for it. Mr. Barnes must have caught what you were doing because he announced it was time for the girls to go. Your heart both grew and broke a little when the girls hugged each other, neither one wanting to leave. Your eyebrow quirked at their friendship, an amused look on your face as you met the twin oceanic pools of Mr. Barnes.

He looked like he was going to say something when an annoying, and obviously fake, breathy voice called out “James….”

You took in the newcomer. Her bottle blond hair that needed to be toned and her low cut shirt that was extremely inappropriate to be wearing to an elementary school. You could practically taste the acidity of the little green monster that was spawning in your brain. Who the fuck is this woman?

Mr. Barnes looked almost sheepish as you made the girls say goodbye and reminded them that they would see each other tomorrow, giving a short nod in Mr. Barnes’ direction. When you and Avery made it back to the car she was telling you and Sam all about her new best friend and how they were going to hang out and play mermaids and princesses. Her little ramblings made you feel like maybe first grade wouldn’t be so bad…especially if you got the opportunity to see James Barnes every day.

taglist (if you’d like to be added just let me know in the comments or you can dm me!):

@youlightmeupfinn

@la-undercover-latina

@jackiehollanderr

@fab-notfat

@asoftie4bucky

@fangirlvoice

@galaxy-dusk

#single dad bucky x single mom reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x yn #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #buckysimp101 #teacher!bucky x ceo!reader #bucky as a teacher and a single dad? all i ever wanted

344 notes · View notes

yeosatinyngz · 1 year

Text

【 Eight | Previous | Masterlist | Next 】

➼A/N: Um hey y’all… I’m terribly sorry for how long it took me to get this chapter out. I'll be honest that this chapter is crappy though but I felt so bad about the long hiatus on updates so I tried my best to get this chapter out asap. Hope you still enjoy reading it <3

Entering the address you received over text from Rindou, you set out on your first day as a babysitter. While making your way to Rindou’s, your thoughts went back to yesterday night where he filled you in on Kiyoko’s allergies, emergency contacts, etc. I really hope I don’t forget something important.

As you approach the Haitani’s residence you still can’t help but admire it. You let out a deep sigh and pressed on the intercom next to the gates. “Good morning, it’s me-” You were interrupted by a booming voice that you knew all too well. “GOOD MORNING Y/N SANNNN, I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU EVER SINCE I WOKE UP!!!” It’s seven in the morning😭 It’s too early for this boisterous behavior but then again you can’t really blame the kid.

You were soon let in and you walked up to the front door that was immediately yanked open by the tiny girl who impatiently awaited your arrival. She quickly grabbed you by your hand and dragged you in. As you walked in you were met with the two brothers who greeted you. You greeted them back and it wasn’t long before they both left for work leaving you alone with the way too energetic little girl.

You spent the whole day doing whatever she wanted. She wanted you to play with her dolls, you did and even gave the dolls voices which she really enjoyed. She wanted to play restaurant, you were fully committed to acting as the customer as she whipped up the toy food to serve to you. In the middle of giving you your toy sandwich her stomach growled making you both laugh. “I guess that means lunch time huh?” She nods asking you to make her a real sandwich.

After you both ate lunch she forced you to watch Barbie movies with her which you honestly didn’t mind. After the Barbie marathon she wanted to play dress up. She put on a pink dress and whipped out her kid makeup set making a mess on her face. Then she experimented with the makeup on you next and let’s just say it was not your best look. You were about to clean up your face when she whined at you to not clean it up and you sighed in defeat.

It was pretty late by this time so you decided to go ahead and make dinner. Just as you were done cooking you heard the front door open and two voices announcing that they were home. You told them that dinner was ready and they could get it themselves and you were about to flee away from the kitchen before Ran turned you around. He gasped upon seeing your face. “What in the world happened to your face?” You point at Kiyoko who was next to you, “Her.”

Ran covered his mouth as he was holding back his laugh but it didn’t last long before he bursted out in laughter. He quickly took out his phone and started snapping pictures of you, “I’m never gonna let you live this down.” You marched up towards him and wrapped him into a headlock, “Delete those pictures right now or today will be your last day on earth.” Kiyoko was observing the scene from the side and Rindou covered her eyes and ears, quickly taking her to her room. He rolled his eyes at both of your antics. What did I sign up for? He wondered to himself.

➼Taglist: @wakasagurl @moodyclouds89 @gulfkfl @thisbicc @watermaylon-writes @rinrinfoxy @haitani-bruv @royal-shinigami @luno-614 @xrosexblossomx @severellamahottub @katsukismelons @haitani-22 @night-shadowblood-writes2 @ilysmbaji @shuujin @heartonthemoon @oikawascutie @simpfound @ayhashi @himeee @whore-for-eddie @rinizitos @jcrml @jxjoba @galactict3a

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokrev x reader #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev x reader #bonten rindou #rindou haitani fluff #haitani rindou imagines #rindou haitani x reader #rindou scenarios #rindou x reader #rindou x you #rindou x y/n #yeosatinyngz

102 notes · View notes

thedeluluverse · 5 months

Text

Author’s Note: We are halfway through lovelies! What do y’all think so far? 👀👀👀

Summary: It is currently day 3 of you joining Jinny’s crew and the busiest day yet! Thinking you are alone while the others grab staff lunch, you goof around, but a surprise awaits to fuel you for the second half of your shift.

Pairing: Jinny’s Kitchen era bf!Tae x oc!Nari. Mentions of the rest of Jinny’s crew, but nothing romantic happens.

Rating: 18+

Genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, series, coworker relationship

Word Count: 1,409

Warnings: friendly jump scare, oral (both receiving), slight exhibitionism, nipple play (f receiving), hair pulling,

It has been 3 days since you flew to Mexico to surprise Tae by joining Jinny’s Kitchen crew, and it has been hectic, warm, and a completely new experience for all of you. Despite not always being a fan of management or bugs, it has been a fun bonding experience.

Today has been the restaurant’s busiest so far and you have only just survived the first shift! Seeing everyone looking battered and beaten, Seo Jin has issued a challenge.

If the restaurant can break $12,000 for the day by closing time, he will allow a free day tomorrow for recuperation and team building.

Now, the thought of a day off entices all of you, of course, but the thought of making double the income of yesterday has your collective knees going weak and a nauseating feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You are in the back finishing up dishes when you hear the rest of the members file out to grab staff lunch from a neighboring restaurant. You breathe a sigh of relief as you will get a respite from their lovingly crazy antics.

You go to use the restroom after, but it is locked. It must be a cameraman, you think to yourself and shrug. You will take a load off and sit at a table in the dining area. Feeling goofy, sleep-deprived, and starving, you grab an apron off the wall.

Just letting it rest around your neck, not wanting to be restricted by tying it, you sit back down and pretend like you are a customer and over-enthusiastically say, “Oh goodness, this place is so cute, and I can’t wait to try the food here!”.

As your eyes are closed from laughing so hard, you hear a familiar voice, “If you want to try the food here, then you need a menu, miss.” Your eyes shoot open, and you look up to see your boyfriend grinning at having caught your little act.

“Aish jagi, you scared me! I thought you went with the others?” you exclaim while giving him a light punch on the shoulder.

He just chuckles in response and says, “Who did you think was in the bathroom? Perro? Bwahahahah!”. (Perro is a stray dog that has become the restaurant’s mascot).

You slump down in your chair, crossing your arms and pouting, “Well, it could’ve been a cameraman or other member of staff, y’know...”

A small smile crosses his face, and he pats the top of your head. “True enough, Nari, now don’t pout.” You shrug in agreement as he places a light kiss on your cheek.

Snapping back into actor mode, he approaches the table in Tata mic and places a piece of paper in front of you, resembling the menu but definitely nothing that is on the menu.

Your eyes widen, and you look at him in shock, “Tae, you can’t be serious.” “Oh, but I can jagiya.” He says cocking an eyebrow.

On the paper are 2 options: basically, would you want to be on the menu or have the chef’s choice (give him head)?

Sheepishly, you look up at him and gesture to both options, then ask, “But what if we get caught? We don’t normally know when they are headed back.”

He just smirks, then drops to his knees, “Guess we better get started then, yeah?” before you can respond, his hands are under your shirt, groping at your sensitive breasts and kissing down to the band of your work pants.

He abruptly stops, then gets his own apron with a cheeky smile, “Wouldn’t want to get dirty now, do we?”. Lust is already clouding your vision from the risky situation and how horny you have been for the last 5 days; all you can do is shake your head and bite your lip.

Darkly chuckling, he has your pants and underwear around your ankles in no time and is lapping at the arousal already gathered in your delicious cunt like a newborn kitten would to fresh milk.

The whole time he is suckling your sensitive bundle of nerves whilst maintaining nipple stimulation and quickly shoves two of his deft fingers into your sopping pussy.

He elicits a moan at the reminder of how tight you are just for him, and it only takes a few thrusts to have you squirting all over his apron and face.

He never lets a drop go to waste, and he will be damned if he starts today. Removing both of his hands from their original positions, he pushes your knees as far apart as they can be and makes it a mission to catch every drop of your sex on his tongue like a man who has been parched for a decade.

The pace of his tongue plus the sensitivity from your first orgasm, has you spasming in no time and cumming 3 more consecutive times.

You then pull him up from the sinful view as you can’t take anymore, to which he places a gentle kiss on your pussy and goes to grab towels to wipe you down.

Once you are put back together, you shakily get on your knees and start undoing his belt. His veiny hand covers yours, and he looks down at you with a look that you know means you don’t have to do this after what your body just went through.

Your reply is, “Oh, you silly man, you know by now that I get energized after I orgasm. And how much I enjoy sucking you off. So, it is truly my pleasure, and you don’t want to get in the way of that do you?” you say with a coy smile.

He bites his lip, enjoying seeing this new side of you, and removes his hand so as not to hinder you anymore. Before he can prepare himself, your tongue is licking the precum from his slit, making him shudder in ecstasy immediately.

He is gripping the counter behind him fiercely to keep from buckling, but it doesn’t take long for one to be removed and find its home in your hair.

Pulling ever so deliciously, it elicits a groan from your throat that vibrates through his cock, causing the most beautiful of deep moans from his throat this time.

You can sense he is close, so you take him even deeper than before as you caress his balls just the way he likes it, causing something animalistic to awaken in him and throatfuck you aggressively but exactly enough to where his actions make you cum yet again.

He can tell by your facial expressions and how the pitch of your groans heightens that you are enjoying yourself more than he thought, and the realization of just how big of a whore you are just for him makes him release with no warning, coating the inside of your throat.

Never having done that before, he is about to check on you and is worried you are upset by the sudden action. He doesn’t have to, as a second later, you release his cock from your lips with a pop.

Licking your lips, grinning like the fucked-out slut you are, you stick out your tongue, showing him how every drop of his delicacy slid down his throat as his fingers did through your cunt just minutes prior.

You get up shakily, but with success and clean him up now. He meets you in the laundry room to dispose of the soiled aprons along with the towels and grabs your chin, tenderly kissing you. The energy is different; you are two lovebirds high on affection instead of ravenous creatures.

Sadly, the moment is interrupted by the sound of Seo Jin shouting that everyone needs to hurry and eat so prep can commence for the next shift.

Tae advises you to wait in the bathroom for 2 minutes, then come out to meet the rest of the crew so it doesn’t look suspicious.

Everyone can tell something is different by how energized you both are but aren’t brave enough to ask beyond a few questioning looks that you both ignore.

As everyone finishes their meal and arises to resume work, Tae tugs at your ponytail and whispers into your ear, “That was fun, Nari-ah, now just prepare yourself. Because we have a whole day to ourselves tomorrow, and let's say today was just a trailer of how much I missed your touch.”.

STAY TUNED FOR PART 3!!!

#btsfluff #btssmut #btsxreader #taehyung #taehyungxreader #btsff #usermaggie #ughreads #usertaeyungie #established relationship #ocNari #eoieopda archive #jungyumi #choiwooshik #parkseojoon #jinnyskitchen #series #part2

12 notes · View notes

thedragonholder · 4 months

Text

Mk movie au part-1 (the fox hates therapy Saturday's)

it was a warm sunny day in Manhattan. It was a calm Saturday for some people well except for the ones who have to go to therapy sessions on a Saturday.

Hatsune was sitting in a therapist's office because first she got into a fight with a co-worker in and second because of her PTSD she thought the session would be helpful and it was in making her realize why her brother never got therapy.

She was sitting on the couch her dark brown was let down with soft waves at the end and she had eyebags under her eyes she had slightly pale skin and black eyes she was wearing a grey jacket over a black shirt and green cargo pants she also wore black Kombat shoes.

"So, you beat up a bunch of people-" "because I was getting harassed how many times do I have to fucking tell you this information!?" Hatsune said she was clearly annoyed by the therapist "you know you can pepper spray them there was no use into getting into violence" the therapist said to Hatsune who frowned "and your PTSD is made up or something? I mean loud sounds? that should be easy to handle" the therapist said and as he began to lecture her Hatsune stood up and just walked out of the room 'this is a waste of time' she thought to herself.

The streets were a bit crowded Hatsune had a problem with crowds especially due to her short height but today may have been her lucky day since it wasn't that crowded.

She entered a small restaurant called 'the tea house' and there were a lot of people some sitting in groups, some on a lunch date, some were alone, some were tourists and lastly some were people who looked like they got ditched on a date.

Hatsune went to the waitress "Suchin" Hatsune said to the woman who looked at Hatsune with a gentle smile she had brown hair with gold highlights and tan skin with black eyes she wore a baby pink colored top with blue jeans, she also wore white apron on her waist "hey Hatsune, I am guessing therapy is not going that well." Suchin said to her "that guy is an asshole" Hatsune said to her Suchin "Aniki warned you" Suchin said to Hatsune with a sympathetic look on her face "well I will tell him he was right if he comes back from his trip to Fuzhou" Hatsune said to Suchin with a frustrated expression.

"Also, some guy came asking for you" Suchin said to Hatsune "really?" Hatsune asked her in disbelief "yea he is over there, he has ordered a plate of egg rolls and ordered one for you" Suchin said.

Hatsune looked to see a guy with black hair some of his hair was tied in a small top knot with a red ribbon he had tan skin and brown eyes he wore a brown coat with a coffee brown turtleneck and black jeans with black shoes "who is he?" Hatsune asked Suchin "I don't know, probably your future husband" Suchin said to Hatsune she looked at Suchin with a glare "kidding but who knows" Suchin said to Hatsune before going.

Hatsune approached the table where the guy was sitting with a plate of egg rolls "you finally show up" The guy said to Hatsue with an unamused look on his face he wasn't even sparing her a glance "sorry I was at a therapists office-" "I know your mother told me "The guy said Hatsune was a bit shocked "the one who owns this establishment?" the guy asked her with an annoyed look as he looked at her "yea I know but why would she tell you?" Hatsune asked him "to make sure I run away but I didn't, she was impressed." the guy said, "you never told me your name" Hatsune said " Max Huang" Max said, "yea okay max I am not interested in talking-" "Musume is that how you talk to someone who waited for an hour to talk to you!?" an angry voice came from behind.

Hatsune looked behind to see her foster mother Madam Bo "hi mom." Hatsune said nervously "I am so sorry about her she has just returned from her therapist" Madame Bo said, "it's alright Miss Bo we were just having a friendly chat" Max said while Hatsune glared at him she looked at her mother with a pleading look on her face "mom I don't even know who he is" Hatsune said "Hatsune" Madam Bo said "I think I should go-" "how about a free dinner you can talk to my daughter then and it will be on the house" Madam Bo Max had an amused look on his face "well I guess I will see you tonight" Max said to Hatsune with a smirk "thank you for the food Misses Bo" Max said before leaving.

Later that evening Hatsune was currently in her room frustrated someone knocked on the door "go away" Hatsune said the door opened and Suchin came inside "hey." Suchin said as she approached Hatsune who looked away a bit sad "I heard what happened " Suchin said, "I am having a terrible day; I wish Aniki was here" Hatsune said to Suchin she put her arm around Hatsune's waist and pulled her into a hug " I wish the same, but you have to understand mother is trying to put you out there" Suchin said to Hatsune "I got an appointment with a therapist who is the worst person you should go to and the first and last time I am trying Therapy" Hatsune said as she leaned her head against her shoulder "I know but if he tries anything-" "you will cut his balls off I know but I think I can handle him myself" Hatsune said to Suchin "I know you can" Suchin said.

Hatsune smiled slightly when suddenly she felt slight pain on her neck there was a dragon marking on the back "does it hurt?" Suchin asked, "a bit since I am not using my powers" Hatsune said Suchin put her hand on the marking "you should tell mother about this" Suchin said Hatsune sighed "I will but for now let the old woman rest she cooked a lot today besides she will be on our asses if she hears us not doing work" Hatsune said Suchin giggled "I know" Suchin said "I heard that!!" Madam Bo shouted causing Hatsune and Suchin to pull away.

That night the restaurant was still opened Hatsune was waiting for Max to show up and sighed "when will this guy show up?" Hatsune asked herself the door opened and Hatsune looked at the door thinking Max showed up but no it was a woman with blue hair and pale skin with black eyes.

Hatsune was confused "who are you?" Hatsune asked the woman she was dressed in a blue armor that fitted her body, but her thighs were out she was also wearing a blue metal mask "I am not here to chat sweetie, I am looking for Hatsune Ryujin" the woman said, "that's me, now what do you want?" Hatsune asked the woman "the name's Lisa Liang and I came for your life" the woman said to before Hatsune could react a flying razor hat flew in and attempted to slice the woman's head.

The woman ducked down as the hat flew to someone Hatsune looked at the back door the person grabbed the hat and put it on their head the person was max but the clothes he wore look like they belonged to one of the shaolin warriors she heard about "max-" "Kung Lao here to save your chosen one" Lisa Liang mocked "I was expecting free food-" "wait is your name max or kung Lao?" Hatsune asked "Kung Lao, now get your family out of here before they get killed" Kung Lao said to Hatsune "I am not leaving you alone to fight her" Hatsune said "did you not hear my-" "She came for my marking, and I know what's going on here but i didn't think it would happen soon" Hatsune said Kung Lao sighed "fine but don't cry if you get hurt crazy woman" Kung Lao said to Hatsune "you too Hat boy" Hatsune said to Kung Lao who shrugged it off.

"This just got a whole lot of fun" Lisa Liang said with a smirk.

#mortal kombat #hatsune ryujin #kung lao #lisa liang #<friends oc #suchin #madam bo #mk 2021

12 notes · View notes

neufhistoires · 10 months

Text

Loveless Marriage (FrUK) Chapter 10

Loveless Marriage

Chapter 10

Word count: 4,023

**There are some suggestive themes in this chapter**

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Wait! I just need to take one more photo of these ones,” Francis called out as he leaned over pink flowers at the botanical garden, trying to get the best angle he could. Arthur was slowly, but surely, walking away from him.

Francis had insisted on buying a disposable camera at one of the souvenir shops (even though he obviously already had a camera on his phone) because it would be aesthetically pleasing to develop the photos and put them in a physical album. Arthur argued that it was a waste of money because he already had a camera on his phone, but that didn’t stop the Frenchman. His mind was set.

“You’re so slow– I’m heading to the next area without you if you don’t hurry up!” Arthur called out, although it really wasn’t much of a threat anymore, seeing as he essentially already did go to the next section of flowers without the Frenchman. Francis was going to ignore the other man until he glanced over and realized how far away he was, irritation becoming apparent on his face.

“Hey! I told you to wait!” Francis yelled back, his eyes narrow as he took one more photo and then ran over to the Englishman.

“I didn’t realize you were my parent,” Arthur muttered sarcastically, his gaze averted away from Francis as he snapped some photos of the next area of flowers with his phone camera.

“I’m not– I’m your husband,” Francis teased, a smirk forming on his face as he watched Arthur tense up and glance around to see if anyone heard him say that.

“That’s even worse! Stop it!” Arthur yelled in a hushed tone.

“You’ll appreciate the effort I put into these photos when you see them developed later. Hey, I might even let you make your own copies of them,” Francis said, completely changing the topic as though he hadn’t even heard the other man.

“No, thanks,” Arthur scoffed. “I’ll be posting my photos and sending them to my friends today– maybe even right now– because I don’t have to go somewhere and wait for them to be developed.” “You know, you’re so much more tolerable when you’re drunk…or sick,” Francis muttered, trying to take his next set of photos faster.

“Well, if I get poisoned, I’ll know who did it,” Arthur replied, but he let out a small laugh, which made Francis smile, too.

The two of them continued to make their way through the garden, making sure to take photos of, and with, the Coco de Mer plants, which Francis couldn’t help but make dirty remarks about. Then, they proceeded on to the Thai Garden and the Chinese Garden, where they listened to a park employee explain the history behind them.

After the interesting, but very detailed, history lesson, the two of them were hungry so they stopped at a restaurant called Wildflour Cafe, which was located in the botanical garden. Arthur ordered tea and Francis ordered coffee, both of which tasted exceptional. For the food, they split a savory avocado bun, which was essentially thick, toasted bread with avocado spread and tomatoes topped with basil. They split it because they also each ordered a piece of homemade ginger and lime drizzle cake, which was also, of course, delicious.

Just when Arthur thought that they were done and went to ask for the check, Francis went ahead and ordered wine… even though it was lunch time.

“What are you doing– drinking at this time?” Arthur leaned in and whispered, which caused the waitress to stop and wait to see if the Frenchman would still want it.

“We’re on vacation– normal etiquette doesn’t apply! I want to try their wine,” Francis replied defensively, making Arthur let out a heavy sigh.

“Whatever– I guess I’ll try some, too, then,” Arthur said, making the waitress smile and nod before she walked away to go get their drinks.

“That’s the spirit,” Francis mused.

“Yeah, yeah. Admittedly, I find things more tolerable when I’m drunk, too,” Arthur said with a laugh.

“Like I said, we’re on vacation. Would we really be enjoying it if we didn’t get at least a little bit wasted?” Francis replied, sounding like he was a college frat boy who couldn’t contain himself. Well, at least the Frenchman knew how to have a good time– Arthur would give him that.

The waitress brought them their wine and then Francis held the glass up expectantly, waiting for Arthur to lift his glass up, too.

“To us,” Francis said, locking eyes with Arthur as he gently clinked their glasses together.

Arthur wanted to scold Francis, to tell him to stop joking around about their supposed marriage, but… he looked so serious when he said it. It sort of freaked the Englishman out, so he took it as a cue to drink faster. At least he wouldn’t have to think about it too much if he got drunk. Maybe he wouldn’t even remember something as small as the way Francis looked at him then.

“My family’s wine is better, of course, but it’s not bad,” Francis said, swirling the wine around in his glass.

“I honestly couldn’t tell you the difference,” Arthur replied, making Francis scoff. He wasn’t sure if the Englishman was just trying to push his buttons or if he really meant it.

After they finished up at the restaurant, they returned to the botanical gardens to do one last walkthrough to see if there was anything they had missed the first time. It seemed a lot more laid back and enjoyable when they were a little bit tipsy. Francis wasn’t being uptight about getting the right camera angles anymore, and Arthur stopped complaining about the fact that the Frenchman wasted his money on a useless camera.

This time they were taking completely random photos together. Some of them were rather silly. Most of them were photos of times when they tried to make serious faces or pose elegantly, but they just ended up bursting out into uncontrollable laughter instead.

The two of them stumbled around the gardens for who knows how long until they started to walk back in the direction of their hotel. They continued taking photos and walking into souvenir shops, buying things that they definitely didn’t need, like big sun hats and flashy glasses. At one point, Arthur even started doing impressions of American presidents, which was when they realized that maybe they were a little too drunk.

Although… if they could notice something like that, then they probably weren’t too drunk at all. That was Francis’s reasoning at least when they finally returned to the hotel and went straight for the bar in the lobby. That was starting to become a regular thing for the Frenchman– getting wasted in hotel bars.

Still wearing their huge sun hats and sunglasses, they drank for hours until they genuinely started to feel sick. Arthur threw up all over the chair beside him, which Francis made sure to get a picture of on his disposable camera. He was grateful when Arthur didn’t treat him the same way though when he started to puke next. The mess they made wasn’t enough to embarrass them because they were too drunk to really comprehend what embarrassment even was, but it was enough to make the bartender kick them out.

They should have been embarrassed. At least a little bit, right? But instead they were laughing about it in the lobby.

The truly embarrassing part was probably when they both decided that they wanted to take the stairs, but couldn’t make it up more than three steps without falling over. It went on like that for a few minutes before one of the hotel employees politely suggested that they use the elevator.

On the elevator, they continued to mess around and laugh at things that they usually wouldn’t find funny. Francis pressed all of the buttons on the elevator, making it hit every floor on the way up to theirs. Arthur closed the door immediately each time they reached a floor, making it difficult for others to even get on the elevator while they were on it. It was surprising that they could even remember which floor their rooms were on, but somehow they made it to the correct floor…

Upon stopping outside their doors, Arthur leaned against the wall in the hallway, watching as Francis pathetically tried to get the key in the door to his room. He started to laugh at the Frenchman, which caused Francis to turn around with a frustrated expression on his face.

“Why don’t you try to open your own door instead of watching me?” Francis slurred, his whole world spinning when he turned around to lock eyes with the equally drunk Englishman across from him.

“It looks too difficult– I’ll just sleep here,” Arthur said in a matter of fact tone as he slowly slid down the wall until he was sitting on the ground.

Francis huffed and turned around to continue messing with the key. Then he realized he had been trying to use the wrong key and laughed at himself for a second before he put the correct key in and unlocked the door.

The Frenchman turned around again and saw the Englishman almost passed out in the hallway. Francis was drunk, too, but he could at least still recognize that sleeping in a hallway was wrong.

“Come on,” Francis mumbled, trying to lean over and grab Arthur’s arm without falling over himself.

“Where are we going?” Arthur slurred, his eyes still somehow closed as Francis tugged him into a standing position.

“You can sleep with me,” Francis replied, trying his best to focus for just a few more seconds so he could get the other man in the room and pass out in peace. Arthur wasn’t making it easy for the Frenchman though, as he kept fully collapsing into him. He almost knocked him over each time.

Eventually, the two of them got in the room, slamming the door on accident. At least the slam was loud enough for them to hear it and know that it shut for sure.

It would’ve been pitch black in Francis’s room, but he had accidentally forgotten to turn off the small lamp in the kitchenette, so the room was dimly lit. Unlike Arthur, Francis hadn’t made a mess by tossing clothes everywhere, so his room was well organized… before the two of them threw their sun hats, sunglasses, and all the other random souvenirs they had picked up along the way on the floor.

For a few minutes, the two of them didn’t really say anything. They both felt like everything was moving and every sound echoed, so Francis sat on the edge of the bed with a hand on his head and Arthur fumbled around in one of the cabinets trying to find a cup so he could get some water before bed.

It went on like that for a while, the sound of Arthur moving dishes around filling the room. Eventually, he found a cup, messily poured it with water, which got all over his hands, and then made his way over to the bed. Unfortunately though, as Arthur was walking over to the bed, just as he had almost made it there, he tripped on the unorganized pile of souvenirs and fell on top of Francis, spilling the glass of water on the other man.

“Merde! Arthur, what is that?” Francis slurred, not realizing that it was only water because he was too drunk and confused to have been paying attention to what Arthur was doing before he came over to the bed.

“Ouch, sorry,” Arthur mumbled, accidentally letting go of the glass completely as he tried to push himself off of the other man. Fortunately, when the glass hit the floor, it didn’t shatter.

As Arthur tried to use his hands to push him off of Francis, he accidentally placed his hand somewhere he shouldn’t have, causing the Frenchman to let out a groan. Arthur didn’t really realize what he had done, and then he made the situation even worse by reaching for a nearby folded blanket and attempting to sop up the water he had poured on the other man. Most of the water had spilled on his pants…

“Arthur, wait, I can–” Francis attempted to stop the other man, his cheeks flushed as the Englishman repeatedly wiped his lower half with the blanket. Right as Francis reached his arm out and grabbed Arthur’s wrist to stop him, the Englishman made contact with a certain area again and made him moan, this time much louder than before.

Although Arthur really couldn’t think too clearly, his body seemed to be thinking for him because his shorts suddenly started to feel tight and restricting after he heard the noise the other man made.

The two of them sat there frozen for a second before Francis said that he was going to take his shorts off because they were wet, but Arthur didn’t get off of him like he thought he would. No, instead he helped him take off his shorts, to which the Frenchman helped the Englishman take off his shorts, too.

It all happened so fast, as though in a matter of seconds the two of them had succumbed to some sort of primal urges and… became one.

They both weren’t thinking, their brains too distorted by alcohol to really understand what they were doing. They were only trying to get rid of the uncomfortable throbbing down below, so they didn’t even consider using lube or anything else that could have made the process a little less… regrettable the next day.

The sun coming up in the morning wasn’t enough to wake either of them up. They were both utterly exhausted from, well, a series of unfortunate events that led them to the situation they were currently in. It was only when an unassuming hotel employee entered the room to clean it that they realized how late it was.

The sound of the door opening was enough to frighten and startle them both. They glanced over at the woman who was staring at them wide eyed as if she had seen something she shouldn’t have.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize anyone was in here! I’ll excuse myself,” The woman said, covering her eyes as she fled the room, clearly embarrassed.

Francis wasn’t too concerned after he saw that it was just a housekeeper who had embarrassed herself by accidentally entering the room. He was genuinely oblivious to the whole situation due to the pounding headache from his hangover. So he carelessly drifted back asleep, figuring it was just because he had a tendency to sleep naked.

Arthur was going to fall back asleep since his head was killing him, too. He couldn’t quite remember the previous night, well, at all… but he just assumed that he had a hangover. It wasn’t like it was that bizarre of an occurrence for him. However, at first he did think it was strange that someone… Francis… was lying on top of him, but upon further thought that wasn’t really that strange either.

Something seemed off though, so Arthur shifted some as he tried to consider what it might be, his head hurting even worse the more he thought. What was truly bizarre was the way his ass stung when he shifted only slightly. No, actually, his ass… was terribly sore. He furrowed his eyebrows and shifted again, glancing down to get a better look at the man who was lying on top of him. The Frenchman had promised to wear pajamas if he was going to sleep in the same bed as him before, and yet… he was naked! Putting all of the pieces together, Arthur’s cheeks flushed and he felt a sinking feeling in his stomach.

Instead of waking him up gently, Arthur woke the Frenchman up with a rough shove. Usually the two of them could get away with shoving one another rather playfully and it meant nothing, but this time it actually physically hurt and startled the other man.

“Ow! What’s your problem?!” Francis yelled, falling over on the other side of the bed and grabbing his shoulder where he had been shoved. It was honestly such a hard shove that he would probably be bruised later.

Francis had been startled by being woken up so aggressively, but once his initial shock wore off, he realized what sort of situation they were in. Normally, he would have blushed and maybe even said something smug about the whole thing, but instead he felt sick to his stomach. It was just like the wedding, wasn’t it? Something that was meant to be romantic and meaningful had been screwed up, and even worse, he could tell Arthur wouldn’t ever forgive him for it. He was going to truly hate him.

“What’s my problem?! You’re the pervert who put me in this situation! I should’ve known you would do something like this!” Arthur yelled, getting off the bed and pulling his underwear on. His ass hurt so bad, but he was mad enough that he could look past that for the time being.

“Arthur– you have the wrong idea! My head is killing me! I was drunk last night, too! I can’t remember anything!” Francis yelled back defensively as he stood up and walked over to Arthur who was getting dressed so quickly it looked like he was running away from a murderer or a monster. Maybe that was what Francis was to him now– a monster.

“Get away from me, you liar!” Arthur yelled, almost tripping himself on his pants that were halfway on so he could put more space between himself and the Frenchman. “You’re always like this– sleeping around with anyone you can get your hands on! Didn’t it ever occur to you that other people have feelings, too, and not everyone is comfortable with how close you get to them?” Arthur continued, no longer yelling as he became more level headed, his words clearly striking to kill.

And it was working, too. Francis was too shocked to speak. That was really what Arthur thought of him? Well, it wasn’t as though he hadn’t alluded to it before during their fight when they kissed, when Arthur said that Francis would take anyone. He truly thought that Francis was a pig, a nuisance that was in his way.

“I knew something was up when you said that you wanted to sleep in bed with me because you were too cold. You’re disgusting,” Arthur continued to insult the Frenchman, pointing his finger at him accusatively.

At the beginning of their argument, Francis had wanted to defend himself, to explain that he didn’t realize what happened until morning either, that he never intended on hurting the other man, but… he felt so low he felt numb. He could only take so many insults.

When Arthur didn’t get a response, he simply said, “Stay away from me,” and left the Frenchman’s room.

That was the last time the two of them spoke before they got on the plane to return to England. Francis was still hurt by Arthur’s insults, but he had wrongfully assumed that the Englishman would be willing to make small talk with him on the plane.

“I went to develop the photos yesterday. I think the–” Francis was cut off when Arthur abruptly stood up from his seat and walked over to the nearest flight attendant, asking if there was anyone in economy who would want to switch seats with him. He explained that he didn’t care if the seats were more cramped, he just absolutely didn’t want to sit in his original seat.

With that, Arthur disappeared to the back of the plane, not even glancing at the Frenchman as he walked past him.

The two of them had fought several times. It was sort of their thing. But, it was usually a more playful, competitive kind of fight. Neither one of them had ever given the other the silent treatment for any longer than a few minutes. This time, they hadn’t spoken in days.

It was a painfully long thirteen hour flight. The whole time Francis was plagued with the thought that things would never be normal again, or well, at least as normal as they were. Arthur, on the other hand, spent the whole flight thinking about how Francis had gotten him drunk on purpose and taken advantage of him. He was contemplating every oddly intimate gesture and glance that the Frenchman made towards him and how he must’ve had a perverted ulterior motive. They were both miserable.

When the plane landed, Francis got off first because he was closer to the front. He waited for Arthur, hoping he would at least acknowledge that they arrived at the airport in the same car together, but when he greeted him, he was still walked past and ignored.

“Arthur, you’re acting like such a child,” Francis lashed out when the other man walked past him without a single word or glance.

“Maybe if you weren’t a disgusting manipulative liar, I would acknowledge you,” Arthur replied, stopping, but not turning around to look at the other man. He really knew how to hurt the other man with his words.

“You’re just as much at fault for what happened as I am!” Francis said, raising his voice as he stomped over to walk in front of the other man and force him to look him in the eyes. “We were both drunk! I can’t remember anything other than the next morning either!”

For the first time in days, Arthur reluctantly made eye contact with Francis. His gaze alone was enough to hurt Francis. It was so cold.

“You know what? Let’s say that’s true– that you really were drunk and you can’t remember anything. There’s still something worth noting– you aren’t disgusted by what happened, and I am,” Arthur said coldly, pushing past the Frenchman again.

Francis froze because what Arthur said was absolutely true and it devastated him. He understood why Arthur was upset– the whole thing was an accident, after all, but… the fact that he was disgusted with him and kept telling him over and over again really wounded him.

Arthur figured Francis was still following behind him, that he would get in the car and they wouldn’t speak on the way home, but when he opened the car door and nonchalantly glanced behind himself to see what the Frenchman was doing, he was surprised to see that he hadn’t followed him. He felt a bit guilty and hesitated for a second, but then he reminded himself that Francis was an adult with a job, so he was probably paying for a taxi, so he left.

The Englishman assumed that the Frenchman’s reluctance to respond or follow him after what he said was an answer in itself– Francis really must not have minded that they had sex.

Francis was indeed taking a taxi back to their house, but it still hurt to know that Arthur wasn’t even concerned enough to send a text asking how he planned on getting home. He honestly didn’t make too much money working part time at a flower shop, so he would be spending most of his savings on the expensive airport taxi, but he was dejected enough that he supposed it was worth it.

Francis got home later than Arthur because he had to wait for the taxi. He noticed that no one was home, but that Arthur had definitely already been there because his luggage was in the kitchen. He figured the Englishman must’ve left immediately in hopes that they wouldn’t run into each other.

The Frenchman went upstairs with his own suitcases and slowly unpacked his things, hoping that he would hear the familiar sound of keys jingling as they unlocked the front door downstairs, but hours passed and he hadn’t heard anything. When he came across the photos he developed and the silly sun hats and sunglasses, he broke down.

#hetalia #aph france #hws france #fruk #aph england #hws england #aph fruk #hws fruk #hetalia fruk #francis bonnefoy #arthur kirkland #hetalia france #hetalia england #hetalia fanfiction #hetalia fanfic #ao3fic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer

19 notes · View notes