#But now she can rub it in her co-workers faces at least

[bet-on-me-13]

Tucker's mom invites him to Take Your Son to Work Day

So! Tucker hasn't talked to his mom in a little while, he usually stays with his Dad and Step-Mom in Amity, but every once in a while he'll go over to Washington DC to visit his Bio Mom.

And she recently just called him to ask if he wanted to visit the White House on Bring your Child to Work Day. She works there as the Secretary of Defense, and he is actually really interested in what she does for work.

So, he get picked up and taken to Washington, where he meets up with his Mom.

Amanda Waller.

...

For the record, Amanda Waller knows she's not a good person, and Definitely not a Good Mom. But she thinks she is at least semi-decent, look, she even invited her son to Bring Your Child To Work Day!

And look how much fun he is having running around the Argus Labs! She knew he was a Tech Geek, but he is really getting into it.

Right now he's looking at their Confiscated Alien Tech, and the smile on his face is actually making Amanda feel a little happy. Oh, what's he doing now? What's he doing with the Coffee Maker? Why is he taking that Screwdriver from that Toolbo-

What is he doing with the Alien Tech?!

She rushes over to stop him, but stops dead in her tracks when she sees what he did. Somehow, he had just taken a Busted Alien Cooling Unit, took some parts from the Coffee Maker, and turned it into a Freeze Ray.

"Oh, sorry Mom. Do you want me to put it back the way it was?"

"...do you want a Job?"

"...I'm 14."

[biblio-smia]

part one | part two | part three

there's a feeling of dread in mike's stomach the second he wakes up. then, he remembers last night and his chest starts aching, too.

mike forces himself not to dwell on it. not on the disappointment in your eyes. not on the way you'd admitted you'd loved him (was it too late to admit he loved you, too?). not on how mike had ruined the one good thing he had.

mike rubs his eyes, blurry vision refocusing until the Nebraskan trees on his ceiling are clear once again.

mike feels more sluggish than usual as he throws clothes on and struggles to tie his tie, almost like he's still dreaming. he catches the crookedness of his tie in a mirror and imagines it's your fingers instead of his readjusting it.

abby is especially cold to him this morning, clearly not worried about mike realizing she had overheard last night's argument.

mike takes it, not even upset when abby calls him a jerk and throws a plushie at him.

he knows it's his fault. he knows he's been living in his own bubble without space for anyone else and he knows you are not going to come back without a little effort from him first; but the idea of telling you what's really going on is so terrifying mike would almost rather you never speak to him again.

it's really quite pathetic, how helpless mike is when, realistically, all it'd take is a phone call. but mike can't even bear the thought of hearing your voice confirm everything negative he's ever thought about himself.

so mike puts it off.

as soon as he gets this done. as soon as he figures out who kidnapped his brother.

then everything can go back to how it was.

though that uneasiness really never leaves mike that day. not as abby angrily huffs as she exits the car, not as mike shares this dream theory with his co-worker Jeremy, and especially not as mike sees an older man forcing a young boy along.

really, mike didn't even remember tackling the man and beating his face in.

but mike must deal with the consequences.

he is home early and abby has learned not to ask why. she has long since caught on to mike's patterned behaviors, though her childish mind does not quite grasp how it all could affect her. but abby does know that she misses you, wishing that stupid mike would just pick up the phone and call you.

max is her babysitter now. she's nice and she lets abby sit and draw in her room, but she's not you.

abby is on a hunger strike again, one that only you could ever seem to get her off of. mike tries one of your tricks, telling abby she'll never get to ride any adult rides at amusement parks, but she does not give in. at least he's sure they're related. mike can only hope abby's anger at him will mellow out - she has not been this difficult since before you and mike started dating and he has forgotten how to wrangle her.

the next day is better - up until the moment mike is handed a stack of papers asking him to give abby up.

a part of him considers it. who the hell was mike to raise abby? he couldn't maintain a job or relationship. abby has barely spoken to him recently (though mike wonders how much of that has been his own fault) and there have been multiple times throughout the years where mike thinks abby might truly hate him.

but then dr. lillian reminds him that children communicate through pictures and mike almost blurts out your name when she asks who's at the center of all of abby's drawings. and then it dawns on mike that, even before you, it's been mike. it's always been mike and now he is forced to think about how deeply abby loves him, pushing out the voice that tells mike this is impossible.

at home, mike sits in front of the phone and considers calling you. he still half-expects you to come in through the front door sometimes, smile bright and arms warm as you hug him from behind, too impatient for mike to stand and properly greet you. mike can almost feel your fingers on his shoulders and your kisses on his temple - and then he remembers he's alone.

mike shakes the thoughts, though he lets himself imagine your reaction to aunt jane's request. you'd say no, god, you'd rip up the papers, an anger on your face that mike knows isn't directed at him. you'd grab his hands and promise you'll find a way to win.

yeah, you'd be there, right by his side.

as if on cue, abby pipes up suddenly, her attention off the television and on mike and the phone in front of him. "are you finally gonna call?"

"what?" mike asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion until abby says your name like you're the only person mike should be calling.

"what? no, abby."

"why not?" abby cries, her frustration with mike beginning to return.

"because," mike stammers. "because it's complicated."

abby rolls her eyes. mike sighs and picks up the phone. he doesn't dial your number (that he knows by heart), not quite ready to let you see him while he's so low. instead, he takes a small white business card out of his pocket and dials steve raglan's number.

yes, mike thinks as he looks at abby, he has had a change of heart.

it's been three days since you've seen or heard from mike. there's a certain kind of disappointment that constricts around your throat, making it hard to breathe when you think about it too much. you hadn't explicitly broken up with mike, but you'd given him a choice that he still hadn't acted on. were you too harsh? had trying to pry your way in been a mistake?

no. you weren't happy with how mike had been acting and you had to let it out eventually before it hurt the two of you even more.

but god, why was it so hard for him to just pick up the phone and call you? all he had to do was say i'm sorry. at this point, you'd take just that. maybe if he saw you...

so you make a trip to the mall after work, but nerves start to set in as you drive and your confidence starts to falter. maybe you won't go up to him, but maybe you could just get a glance...

you've been curious to see how he's doing, anyway. you know mike can survive without you but your anxiety won't quit turning your stomach into knots until you see that he's okay.

you don’t spot mike. but your eyes do land on jeremy, who you’d met a few times when dropping things off that mike had forgotten (like his uniform shirt).

thankfully, the security guard spots you first, sending you a friendly wave that you return. he isn’t really expecting you to walk over, especially now that mike’s gone, but he doesn’t really mind.

but then you ask about mike and jeremy’s expression quickly becomes confused.

“mike got, uh… let go. two days ago.”

"let go?" you don't bother hiding the confusion on your face. if you had known, you wouldn't have been here.

"yeah... didn't he tell you? that's something pretty hard to hide."

"we're not... together. um, i mean, we don't live together... we argued. it's complicated."

jeremy smiles understandingly, a little amused.

"well, i didn't know him for long, but i know he was crazy about you. i mean, i thought he was a real dick until you stopped by and i saw how he acted around you. i mean, he was like a little kid with a crush," jeremy laughs, before he raises his hands defensively. "look, i don't know what happened, but he's probably beating the shit out of himself for it."

you let yourself laugh a little, your cheeks a little warm in embarrassment. "yeah, i'll keep that in mind. thanks." you turn to walk away, only getting a few steps away before another inquiry pops into your head. "do you know... if he's working somewhere else now?"

jeremy frowns as he shakes his head. "no idea. it was all kind of... messy."

you wonder what he means briefly but any chance to ask for more details is stripped as a static-y voice comes through jeremy's walkie-talkie. you decide not to bother the guard anymore, waving your goodbye and walking back to your car.

what did mike do?

that night, max enters the schmidt home to abby's screams. she stands in the doorway curiously, watching mike shut abby in her room as she takes her raincoat off.

"she's all yours." mike grumbles, heading back into his room.

though as sleep finds max on the couch with the tv playing softly in the background, she does not hear the soft padding of abby's feet sneak into the dining room. abby's small hands move the phone to a position that is more comfortable for her to dial in a number she does not know by heart, but has written on a piece of paper that has "in case of emergencies!" scrawled at the top. abby hopes you aren't asleep as the line rings, grinning when she finally hears your voice. it's been so long! abby almost squeals, but remembers she must be quiet.

"hello? who is this?" your voice rings, a little impatient.

"hi! it's me!" abby whispers loudly.

"abby? honey? is something wrong?"

"everything's wrong!" abby sighs. "mike won't take me with him to work and i have to stay here with max and i don't want to!"

you hold the phone to your chest momentarily as you sigh. no real emergency. a part of you is relieved, while another wonders how mike would feel about this. if he'd feel anything at all. (and maybe there's a part that's disappointed you don't have an excuse to see abby and mike).

"max is your new babysitter?" you're a little hurt mike would go so far as to hire someone else rather than just call you - did he really not want to see you that much?

"mhm," abby nods. "she's sleeping on the couch right now - that's why i'm whispering!"

you stifle a laugh at abby's antics, listening carefully as another voice (seemingly still half-asleep), max, asks abby who she's talking to.

"my friends," abby responds, her voice sounding a little more faraway before her attention returns to you. "i miss you," abby whines.

"i miss you, too, abs. so much." and you didn't really realize how much you did until now, an ache in your chest spreading at the sound of her sweet voice.

"can you come over? please?"

"no, abby, i don't think that's a good idea." you sigh. you really didn't want to put more pressure on mike and risk running him out for good, even if he wasn't currently at home.

"mike is a jerk!" abby groans, bringing the phone down to the floor as she lays on her stomach. "and i know he's sorry, he's just being stupid."

"hey," you warn gently. "you know he... tries his best," you sigh. "he's just not that great at talking about his feelings."

"well, he took my vest," abby tells you. "and he wouldn't let me come with him to work."

"he's going to work at this hour?"

"mhm! he works during the night now. at the abandoned pizzeria?"

"now, why would you want to go with mike there?" you laugh lightly.

abby's giggles grace your ears and your heart hurts despite your smile. "it's fun! i wanna go!"

you really can't fathom how abby manages to find a place like that appealing, shaking your head softly through the phone.

and then that other voice, max, speaks up again, less groggily this time. "abby, are you actually talking to someone?"

"no!" abby lies. "i have to go! bye!"

you don't even get the chance to wish her sweet dreams before the line goes dead, leaving you with that sad feeling in your stomach and a lump in your throat that you fear might turn into tears.

the next day, you're barely home when the phone starts to ring. you pull it off the hook quickly, remembering last night's caller.

"hello?"

your intuition was correct; abby's voice greets you on the other side of the line.

"can you come over? it's really an emergency this time!"

"abby? what's wrong?" there's worry in your voice and you're suddenly grateful you haven't even had the chance to take your shoes off.

"i can't tell you over the phone. just come quick, please?"

you don't even ask where mike is before you nod. "okay, i'll be right there. ten minutes, okay?"

you hang up the phone and practically speed to mike's.

your hands tremble slightly as you try to shove the spare key in, twisting the doorknob and shoving it open quickly.

mike's name is on the tip of your tongue before your eyes land on the man himself and abby, both crouched as the clean up spilled items from that stupid, always-stuck drawer.

"wha... what's the emergency?" your voice falters and you're beginning to think there was no real emergency after all (how could you know that the sight of a woman wanting to talk to mike constituted an emergency in abby's little head?).

mike looks at you confused and a little shocked while abby grins. she leaps up to wrap her small arms around you and you bend down to reach her height.

"abby..." you begin, but she's off before you can even finish, the soft shut of her door the only thing filling the silence between you and mike as abby disappears.

you sigh as you straighten, wondering if you should just turn around now. "she... called, said it was an emergency." you're avoiding mike's eyes, only keeping the lower half of his body in your peripheral.

mike sighs. "abby!" he calls, his hands on his hips and his head down, though he knows it's no use.

"sorry," the both of you blurt out, looking up at each other at the same time before quickly glancing away.

"no, i'm sorry," mike steps closer to you now, hands balling up the hem of his hoodie. "for... everything."

you look up at mike now and you can see that he means it.

"i'm sorry for shutting you out. i'm sorry for getting angry. i'm sorry for not calling."

you can tell his hands want so desperately to be on you and you step closer, putting your hands in his.

"i was stupid." mike pulls you closer, just now realizing how much he's missed everything about you: your touch, your scent, the way you fit so perfectly against him. the way he can never keep his hands off you, not even for a second. "and i'm so, so, sorry." mike's voice has dropped to a hushed whisper, his eyes scanning yours for any hint of forgiveness.

"okay," you begin, hands dropping to mike's waist as you pull him in for a hug. "okay," you nod, holding him so tight mike feels like he could cry.

"i'll tell you everything," mike whispers. and he does.

he thought it'd be easier, considering it was the second time he'd told the tragic story of his childhood in the span of about thirty minutes. but sitting next to you, your thumb rubbing soothing circles into the back of his hand, mike began choking up which led to you crying, too.

"you never told me," you said, voice soft.

"i know. i'm sorry."

"no, no," you shake your head. "this is... big. i understand why you don't talk about it." mike nods, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. "it's a lot," you continue, wiping your own tears away. "it explains a lot."

"what do you mean?"

"why you suck at opening up."

that makes mike laugh. and there's a part of him that's mended by your words. to you, he's not difficult. not unlovable. he just... sucks at opening up.

"yeah, i guess i am pretty bad at that." mike keeps his eyes down, hands still playing with yours.

you shrug. "you're getting better."

and mike's heart soars.

he looks up at you with nothing but hearts in his eyes, his head tilting ever so slightly as he leans in closer. you meet him halfway, eyes closing once you feel mike's lips against yours again - softly, sweetly. your hands drop and find the back of his neck while mike's land on your hips, bringing you closer as you both feed the hunger you've been fighting off for days.

"finally!" abby's voice interrupts you and mike as you spring away from each other, wiping your lips with warm faces.

"you," mike points, getting out of his chair. "are in so much trouble."

abby squeals as she dodges past mike and straight into your arms, clinging on tight.

"okay, abs, what did we talk about when using the phone?" you ask, pushing a stray ringlet into place.

"that it's only for emergencies," abby recalls a little glumfully, though you're glad she doesn't bring up the little chat you two had.

"and what do you say for lying about an emergency?" mike pitches in sternly, hands on his hips.

"it was an emergency!" abby insists, turning from you to mike and back. "mike was talking to vanessa."

"vanessa?" your eyebrows raise, a little amused as you glance from abby to mike.

"what? abby, it's not even like that!" mike insists, face warm and hoping you won't get the wrong idea. "vanessa is a police officer who comes by freddy's sometimes," mike explains, partially to abby but mostly to you. you try not to giggle at mike's flustered state.

"see, abs? nothing to worry about." and really, you know there isn't. it took mike two months and a direct confession to realize you were into him; there was no way anything had happened between him and vanessa.

"so, you two are together again?" abby asks hopefully, eyes glimmering.

you glance at mike, who's hiding his face in his hands and groaning. "well, technically, we were never broken up," you tell abby, patting her face as she smiles, clearly satisfied. "good," she says. "don't." and then she's off again, back to the comfort of her room and her imaginary friends.

"are you serious?" mike's voice is clear now as his head leaves his palms. "that wasn't a breakup?"

your head tilts in confusion. "well, i never technically said the words, 'i'm breaking up with you,' so no, it wasn't a breakup. more like a break."

"what the hell? that was one of the most awful experiences of my entire life, and it wasn't even an actual breakup?"

mike is so evidently torn you can't help but laugh, standing to pull him in and catch him in a kiss.

"act right and you'll never have to experience one," you whisper in his ear.

mike nods profusely, arms wrapped around you tightly as he pulls you in again and again, lips not leaving your skin for more than a few seconds at a time.

and really, he has no idea how he's been managing to survive without you.

OKAY OKAY... do we want a part 3 that would wrap up the rest of the movie?? (itd have more angst + flluff <3) pls let me know <3

requests for mike schmidt are open!

[kuni-is-daddy]

Thinking about Scara making us rub his cock with our pussy until we both cum

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PURE FILTH.

Juicy stuff: Grinding,Recording, at a desk :<, Yandere themes

Featuring: CHILDE, he's your bestie in the start :) had so much fun writing Childe in this KKLMK I LOVE HIM❤️❤️😩

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amazing art credits! Scara masterlist Part 1 of Boss scara.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Stillness, Silence. The complete opposite of thunder. And that was his mother, The raiden shogun. God of thunder. Rumors spread around the elaborate 'Gakaden' company that once again her excellency has cancelled another meeting with her son. Its been 200 years since he's last seen her, heard her voice. Scaramouche was only able to rejoice in the sweet sent she left from each letter that was sent in her fluid handwriting.

"Y/n Y/n!" Childe said while tapping your shoulder. "Ah! Childe!! you scared me. Dont sneak up on me like that!" you nudged his shoulder in return. "Hah hah. sorry comrade~ anyway. Did you hear about scara?" you closed the book, bookmarking where you left off. "Yeah our Excellency is quite the busy woman. At least now i can catch up on my book" you smiled. "Why'd you ask? Is everything okay?" You gave a concerned look and the ginger then laughed at you. "Well the thing is.....IM GOING BACK HOME!!!" he took out a picture of teucer and the rest of his siblings. They we're wearing christmas sweaters while holding a 'welcome home' sign. "oh shit really!? your going back to snezhnaya? Thats great childe! how long are you going to be gone?" "hmm probably a month or two. Scara said we needed a break." Childe said "We? what do you mean by we?" You looked at him suprised. "Soo...You dont know gurly?" You gave a straight face. "No- I dont know GUrLy" "Scara is giving us a month off from work. He said something about wanting time to himself and-- I dont know the rest. To be honest, all i know is that we come back next month on the 30th." You scanned the room to see your fellow co-workers organizing their desks and holding boxes in their hands. "Seriously!? Thats great! That means i can go back home and-" Suddenly. The intercom rang with a short beep.

"If Y/N L/N Is still present in the building, Please report to Lord Scaramouche's Office Immediately!"

You tilted your head at the request. "Oooo did you get in trouble y/n??" "No? Or at least.. I hope not." You got up and placed your book back on your desk. Sighing at the sudden realization you we're gonna be by yourself without your 'best friend' for another month. "hey hey.. Cheer up okay? Its only a month and besides. WE CAN ALWAYS TEXT!!" childe waved his phone in your face, your sad expression then turning into a happy one. "HEY THERE GURLY-" "YOU LOOK WELL" "CARE TO EXCHANGE.." "NOTES?" The both of you giggled and then hugged eachother one final time. "Im gonna miss you so much ajax~" "of course, The one time you say my name its when im leaving-."

The intercom rang again. "Y/N... L/N.... REPORT TO LORD SCARAMOUCHE'S OFFICE IMMEDIATELY." now with a more nervous tone then ever. "God. Wonder whats going on over there they need me so bad." "Well..Ill be seeing you Comrade. Take care for me okay?" He gave you a kiss on the forehead, ending it off with you two doing your signature handshake as he walked out of the company.

While climbing the many floors you eventually made it to the 13th floor. Your master's office. You slowed down your stroll in the long cold dark hallway at the sound of pleads and yells. "P-PLEASE LORD SCARAMOUCHE.. I DONT KNOW WHERE SHE IS. I ASKED THROUGH THE WHOLE BUILDING TWICE, HAVE MERCY-" It sounded like the woman on the intercom. "Twice? I said bring her to my fucking office. Not call her, Not ASK around for her. Bring her. But you cant even do your goddam job." you put your hand against the doorknob, conflicting weather you should intervene or not. "Your nothing. Do you know that? Nobody special. I dont care about your family, Your kids, Or your life. Under me, Your just someone i hired for my mothers sake. Just a worker. Replaceable like the rest of the humans in here." You turned the doorknob, hoping to intervene in what sounded like the potential murder of your co-worker. She was being held by her throat, hovering over the balcony while scara held his signature katana in his other hand. "KUNI- STOP!" he turned his head immediately at the use of that name. The woman fell, gasping for air while recklessly running for her life out of the building.

"Hm. So you are here, Close the door." he dropped his blade in its stand and walked towards you. You closed the door, making sure it was locked and immediately turned your head. "Kuni? What the hell was that? Why did you try to KILL that woman??" He rubbed his hand along your shoulder. "Does it realllyyy matter baby? I can just hire a new one you know." he scoffed. "Kuni. Humans arent replaceable. You cant just KILL someone like that." "Mhm..Your right. Cant replace you and that sexy body of yours~" He grew closer to you, Placing your hand against his tie. "W-well..You wont have to worry about me. Or Ajax leaving..Anyway..Why did you call me in here- Master." He pulled away at your change in tone. If theirs one thing that drove kuni crazy about you, is how persistent you we're with work. Still managing to stay perfessional. He sat back behind his desk, Clicking his pen with a laid back expression. "Not in a good mood today pet, Was hoping you could change that f' me~" The balcony door was still open a bit behind him, the warm summer air breezed through the room. Making you tug at your own suit with how hot it started to feel, How intimidating he looked from across the room as you stood at the door. "O-okay..Where do you want me to go master? Do you want to go out to eat? I just have to get my case and-" he sighed and began unzipping his pants.

"Come here and ill show you~" You we're nervous at how intimate he sounded but reluctantly walked towards him. He looked you up and down, noticing how similar your outfit was to his. How your hips curved around the belt. "Want you to sit..Right here..." He rubbed his hands against his thighs, Motioning for you to sit. "B-but we shouldnt do it here- theirs people still working kuni-" He sucked his teeth at your remark. "You think i fucking care Pet? dont want to make master more mad do you?" "N..no..I dont." You closed the blinds to the balcony, remembering how you almost witnessed another womans murder infront of your eyes.. over you. You faced scara and blushed. Turning your head away while stripping each piece of clothing off of you until you wore nothing but lacey black lingerie. "God..You look so hot in those.." he groaned as you hovered over his cock. positioning your pussy right against it, "Grind on daddys cock. Fuck yes~" He threw his head back as your hands held onto the chair for stability.

"A-am i doing good for you master...?" he pressed his hands against your ass, slapping them as they made contact "AH~" "Hell yeah.. Your doing so good' want you wet for me." He shifted his hands towards your underwear, slowly making them shift down so he could see your clit. "K-kuni! what are you doing.." "Ugh~ turn your head back up- Wanna feel your clit rubbing against me" He pulled your underwear down, Repositioning you so your clit rubbed against his big length, Teasing you as your hole ached for him to be inside of you. "Master~ Your so big..hah..." "Yeah you like that pet? Like how good it feels against you?" Wet stains started to emerge on his pants as you grinded faster against him, Chasing the burning feeling he gave you. "K-kuni~ Feels so' good~ Please..fuck me.." you shifted your grip away from the chair, now tightly holding onto him instead. "Mmm dont think thats good enough love, Beg for it." Begging. Kuni always made you beg and scream for him, He loved hearing how desperate you we're for him to fill you up. To claim you as his. Watching as you cried in frustration when he'd pull out just when your about to cum. "K-KUNI~ PLEASE M' SO CLOSE" "Shit~ keep moaning like that, cum for daddy, cum for me. and ill fuck you. Fuck~ hah...bounce those tits for me. You look so fucking good~" he slowly pulled his phone out, Recording how your tongue stuck out for him and your tits bounced. How you looked like a dog in heat. "Fuck..Thats it y/n Dont stop, dont fucking stop." "AH~ K-KUNI M' GONNA CUM~ KUNI!!!!!!!!"

Your juices squirted all over kuni's pants as he came at the same time as you. You looked up to notice him recording you and covered your face in embarassment. "Mmm... is my little slut embarassed? god look at the fucking mess you made." He let his phone fall down on the floor. Roughly grabbing you and placing you against the desk. "K-Kuni! Dont be so- MMM~" he tied his tie around your mouth. Throwing his clothes onto the floor and picking up his phone once again. "Shit...Cant get enough of you y/n~ love how this pussy is all mine~ are you mine pet?" you nodded your head with no hesitation.

"Fuck yes. Im gonna break you."

[tender-rosiey]

omg you're taking requests uhm, can i request for dazai and/or chuuya where he overheard his co-worker confide to kunikida or to yosano (in chuuya's case, it's tachihara or anyone in the port mafia lol) about her feelings towards him? like, she really went into detail as to why she loves him and wants to be there for him but she's scared that dazai doesn't feel the same way or she thinks he doesn't find her attractive esp when she did attempt to confess but they were too dense to put two and two together lmao im in the mood for angst and fluff so feel free to go wild with this one haha thank you~!

“RAMBLE OF LOVE”

— dazai and chuuya hearing you talk about them

DAZAI OSAMU:

“I don’t know, yosano; it’s hopeless.”

“are you serious right now?” yosano deadpans as you frown at her.

you get up, exasperated, “I have tried to confess twice! twice! and he either doesn’t get it or can’t find it in him to outright reject me!”

“you think dazai wouldn’t be able to figure something out?” she questions.

you sigh, “that means that it is the other option so I should probably stop liking him,” accepting defeat after god knows how long.

“you know it isn’t that easy; you can’t just stop feeling for someone, y/n.”

you look at her before finally bursting, “obviously it isn’t! I have spent the majority of my time either thinking about how much I love the idiot or how I want to be by his side and be there for him!”

“with a side of solving crime and saving the world.”

“yes and that too, but honestly I have gotten to the point that I NEED him to reject me so I can move on with my life and be a normal single person!”

yosano catches a figure standing outside the door and smirks lightly before speaking up, “say y/n, why do you like dazai so much?”

“first of all, I am wayyyyy past ‘like’; second of all, I like him because he is funny, cute, charming, smart, caring when he wants, observant and most importantly, he, deep inside, wants to do good.”

“oh?” she perks up at that, “why?”

“I…dont know much about his past with the mafia, but if he left then there has to be at least a part of him that is good,” you smile softly as you gaze into the ground, “I also don’t know much does he actually trust me, but if we ever have a chance, I would like to tell him that I am willing to shoulder his pains because he doesn’t deserve to go all of that alone.”

“and all of that because you love him?” she smiles and stands up then walks to the door.

“uhh, yeah? that was literally the introduction of my monologue,” you say, watching her walking.

“well, it’s a good thing that he heard all of that,” she announces before slamming the door open, “eavesdropping is a bad trait, dazai.”

he raises his hand up in mock-surrender, “I would never do such thing.”

she rolls her eyes and ruffles your hair, “I will let you two be,” then she closes the door behind her after she leaves.

you can see dazai processing things, and soon you and dazai stare into each other for a while, but a smirk settles on his lips, “so you love me, huh?—“

“if you’re going to reject me then do it quickly please,” you hurriedly say before looking away, not being to handle looking at him.

“hey now, I never said that I was going to reject you,” he points out, softly, but you merely side-eye him so he continues, “neither am I joking.”

he pouts and mumbles, “you really have no faith in me.”

you look away once again and fail to see the small smile that makes its way to his face; however, you hear his light footsteps as he approaches you.

he takes a hold of your hand and rubs it gently with his thumb, “I am going to be honest with you,” he notices how you tense up and kisses the back of your hand to calm you down, “I was going to say that I love you too, silly.”

“are you…sure?” you ask softly and gently bumps your foreheads and hums.

“never been more sure in my life,” he admits.

he smiles teasingly, “in fact, my honesty was going to be about how much I do and why; it’s only fair if I ramble about my love for you as well, no?”

NAKAHARA CHUUYA:

“I am going to throw myself off a bridge.”

“oh no, not this again,” tachihara cowers.

“oh it’s this again!” you admit before freaking out, “did you see how good he looked getting off that motorcycle?!”

“how is he so attractive?!” you screech and he shrugs making you pout, “tachihara, cooperate!”

“I don’t see what is attractive about him!”

you take a breath and hear a small ‘what have I done’ from tachihara but start either ways, “first, his voice; holy crap his voice is so hot like yes sir please do talk more, let me listen to you talk about every single type of wine in the industry.”

“second, his eyes, they are so HEHEE! I can barely keep eye contact with him,” you fangirl and continue doing so, “and bro his entire physique honestly! I can’t think of a man that’s better than him in literally ANY category, sorry tachihara.”

he waves you off, but puts out another question, “what about his personality? what makes you so in love with him?”

“well,” you shyly start off, “he is a gentleman, he is nice, respectful, very kind and compassionate, trustworthy and overall an amazing person. I really can’t put it into words.”

“what about his anger issues?”

“oh no, he has every right to get angry at you people; everyone here is insufferable,” you say and tachihara huffs.

“but,” and the sadness in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed by your best friend, “i don’t think he feels the same.”

“why??” he asks, memory flashing back to every single time chuuya came to freak out about something cute you did and how much you fluster him, visibly so.

literally everyone can see it, except you.

“I don’t know; it’s just a feeling,” you murmur sitting down, “I am pretty obvious with my feelings and don’t necessarily hide it that much.”

that as well is true, which leads to only once conclusion that tachihara can think of: you both are undeniably stupid, clueless and are a pain in the ass to everyone around you because of how clueless you both are.

“well it’s a stupid damn feeling alright,” he quips and quickly gets a pack of tissues thrown at him.

however, he quickly recovers and with a smile and teases you, “sooo it’s safe to say that you love chuuya, right?”

“I have said that I love chuuya at least 4 times today; what’s wrong with you?”

you hear the sound of a glass breaking and turn around to see a red-faced chuuya who, for the life of him, can’t look you in the eye right now.

“oh shit,” you mumble and notice tachihara, sneaking out giggling. the bastard.

amidst the wine on the floor, the ticking of the clock and the blowing of the wind, chuuya barely mumbles out a sentence, “i l…v you… too.”

but you, obviously, didn’t hear anything, “what?”

he grumbles and walks closer to you, “i love you too.”

“chuuya, i really can’t hear you,” you say.

“I SAID I LOVE YOU TOO, YOU FREAKING IDIOT!” he yells and crosses his arms.

“jeez okay, no need to yell!” you shout back and he raises an eyebrow before sighing.

his arms wrap around your waist and he presses a kiss to your cheek, “you’re a handful, y’know.”

“already?” you giggle and he nods.

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“dude i swear i will get on my knees for that woman!” you rolled over on your best friends, dina’s bed as she passed you a blunt, taking a hit before passing it back to the dark haired girl sitting against her bed on the floor.

“you saw her two times y/nn” she shook her head looking at the blunt before looking at you. “ok but listen, she is like ethereal dude, i’d gobble her-“ “and you’re done speaking, go to sleep you have work tomorrow” you almost puked at the thought of work.

dina rolled you over to the wall side as she got under the covers “i should have a heart attack and then you can take me and ask for her” “go to bed y/n!”

hearing your stupid alarm go off, dina took it upon herself to grab your ankles and drag you off her very comfortable bed “i’m going to put you in my 13th record” you rubbed your face before getting up to her bathroom “love you!”

—

you were only a little happy today because it was pay day so you decided to be nice to the annoying customers as well. “have a great day ma’am” you gave the most fake smile to the customer, flipping her off when she left “no sign of doctor goddess this morning?” jesse walks in to start his closing shift.

“she’s the only reason i’m even here right now, can’t believe this is how she breaks up with me” you fake a sad sign, shaking your head at him causing him to chuckle at your attitude.

quickly going around the counter to help jesse clean up for his shift you started by wiping down the tables, the bell to the door chimes, leaving the rag and spray bottle on the dirty table, you saw abby. “hey doctor” you walked back to the register, throwing the latex gloves in the trash, giving her a smile. “hey sweetheart” the nickname giving you a tingly feeling in your stomach.

“the usual? and why so late?” you started with brewing the coffee “night shift and can you make that 4 please, my co-workers need it too” she sighed giving you the sweetest smile.

i want you to fuc-

nodding at her request you grabbed a couple more cups and a cup holder “so as a doctor do you get like any days off? it seems so like exhausting” you tilted your head looking at her “well, because i am a very needed doctor in the field i get at least a month or two off for vacation but on my days off i need to have my pager on me always” she shows you the little black box on her pocket.

you feel jesse “accidentally” bump into you with a sorry ass apologize and a cough, giving to the look. “so um, i was wondering if i could like maybe get your number?” you held your breath, fiddling with your fingers only giving her minimal eye contact. abby pulls her phone out, handing it over to you “why not” she maintains her eye contact.

quickly adding your contact in her phone you gave it back to her, giving yourself a fist bump in your head “you know like incase i have a heart attack or something and need to call for help” you joked biting the inside of your cheek out of a nervous habit “i hope you never have a heart attack sweet thing and i really hope you call the ambulance first” she laughed.

giving her the coffees you gave her a small bye “i’ll text you on my break, if you’re awake by then?” she gave you a flashing smile before walking out.

“holy shit! you got her number” jesse patted your back “holy fucking shit! i like almost shit myself, im gonna pass out” you inhaled deeply after holding your breath for so long “can i be the maid of honor” he wiggled his brows at you with a stupid smirk on his face “you can sit in the back with the grass.”

—

getting out the shower you started getting ready for bed, not to sleep cause tomorrow is your day off but you wanted to just chill and watch the vampire diaries.

buzz buzz

grabbing your phone you see a number text, your heart racing knowing it’s literally the love of your life texting.

—

Hello, it’s Abby from the coffee shop.

omg hey! didnt think u would text me

Of course I would, why wouldn’t I?

i mean, you are a busy heart doctor so i assumed you would be too busy 😭

Why are you crying?

crying? no abs it’s supposed to be me laughing LOL

Oh, well I still have a lot to learn.

you’re literally adorable, are you off tomorrow?

During the day, yes, but I have another night shift. Why?

do you maybe want to go out for lunch or something?

Of course, I would love to.

What time and which restaurant?

you can pick that for us, im down for anything :)

How about 12pm at Vue Rooftop?

oh that sounds fancy and i probably can’t afford it 🥲

Sweetheart, who said you were going to pay for anything in the first place? It’s my treat.

no, i cant let you pay for me thats not fair on you

It’s a date Y/n, I’ll see you tomorrow. I have to get back to work now, Goodnight beautiful.

AUTHORS NOTE: yeah i have adhd and i am making part 3 already … EHEHEHEH

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Did we...?

☆ Reigen Arataka x F!Reader

☆ Genre: Fluff and Smut

☆ Warnings: NSFW 18+, Alcohol

☆ Contents: Drunken confessions, Drunk foreplay, Dry humping, Lots of kisses, Sub!Reigen, Morning after, Sexual tension, Awkward tension, Romanic fluff, Co-workers

☆ Word Count: 7.8k

☆ Summary: It was the day of an important event to promote his business. Reigen, (Y/n), Mob, and Serizawa, dressed up and attended it together. He remembers you in that amazing dress that hugged every curve perfectly. Meeting other psychics and mingling. How the event was successful, so his team went out for food and drinks. And… The rest is a blur for right now.

When he wakes up the next morning and sees you next to him, he has to wonder...

☆ A/N: The new season being out gave me some inspiration. I love this sexy loser of a man. The morning after scenario is given to you before the actual drunken events, to keep some mystery going at first! But you can scroll down and read the night before first if you'd like. Also, I'm realizing this is my first smut I'm publicly sharing, so I hope it's alright! If it's well received, maybe I'll publish some other old ones I have in the drafts.

Hope you enjoy!

The morning after:

10:38am on a Saturday morning.

Light fights to shine through thick curtains that cover the windows. A wake up call, the start to another day of doing to same thing over and over again. Nothing new or exciting. Wake up, go to work, fight some evil spirit maybe, come home, eat, sleep, repeat. 

These are Reigen’s thoughts as he starts to come back into consciousness. He fights the automatic reflex to open his eyes. Maybe he’d call out sick just this once, take a break. The thought crosses his mind, but he knows he can’t do that. Also, if he goes to work, at least that means he gets to see you. You would be in the office not long after he gets there, and he’d get to spend the day getting to talk with you, and sneaking little glances at you as you do your work (that he still can’t believe you came to him to do). 

He finally starts to open his eyes, slowly, bringing up his hands to rub the grogginess from them. 

That’s when he realizes this isn’t just another regular morning. 

After wiping his eyes, his first thought is “this isn’t my ceiling”, as he stares up at the unfamiliar pattern. His eyes glance over at the night stand next to him. Not his.

Fuck. Where am I? 

Suddenly memories of yesterday start to flood his mind, along with a headache, and just an overall shitty feeling. 

Yesterday. He remembers now. 

It was the day of an important event to promote his business. Him, (Y/n), Mob, and Serizawa, dressed up and attended it together. He remembers you in that amazing dress that hugged every curve perfectly. Meeting other psychics and mingling. How the event was successful, so his team went out for food and drinks. And…

The rest is a blur for right now. 

He feels someone stir around a bit next to him. 

Shit shit shit.

He wouldn’t have hooked up with some random person right? He’s literally never done that before so that doesn’t make any sense. His mind races. Then he thinks about you. He’d only want to do... that… with you. It’s possible, but there’s no way, right? You would never… you would never with… him… right? 

His mind repeats this as he turns his head slowly to the other side. His eyes widen when they see your face, fast asleep. You looked angelic. His face goes red, mind goes blank. All he can think about for a moment is how gorgeous you look, until he remembers again the situation he’s in right now. 

He brings a hand up to his mouth, his mind quiet for another moment.

Then it starts again.

No no no… we didn’t… last night… did we?!?! SERIOUSLY? But I can’t remember, I  must’ve been seriously drunk. Was she drunk? Fuck, did I take advantage of her? Shit shit. She’s gonna hate me when she wakes up. What if she quits? What if she-

You make a slight noise in your sleep as you shuffle a bit, immediately snapping him out of his thoughts again. His body goes completely stiff. 

Then he comes to another realization. 

He lifts up his side of the covers a little, and confirms that he’s still wearing his suit. Most of it, at least. His coat is gone, but his shirt still on. Though, it’s mostly unbuttoned, barely coving his chest, and his tie is laying next to him. But his pants and socks are still on, and when he reaches his hand down, only the button on his pants is undone but they’re not unzipped. Why would he put his pants back on at all, if they were off, and why would he re-zip them? 

He does this mental investigation for a bit, trying to figure it out. He starts to convince himself that maybe nothing happened, calming his anxiety about the situation. 

He looks up at you again. He should check what you’re wearing too, that would be a real tell tale sign. But as he places his hand on the sheet to take a peek, he stops himself. 

What if you are naked under the covers right now? What if he lifts up this blanket and you’re fully exposed to him? 

He grips the blanket, his face turning red again. He cant do it. 

Damn it reigen, you fucking loser. Just look. This is important. He thinks. But it’s possibly an invasion of privacy, right? I can’t. But if she is naked then that means we already…

His thoughts continue to race as he has this stupid inner debate with himself.

Right, I can just pull down the covers a little. At least see if she has a top on. I don’t have to see her whole body to find out! Is the conclusion he comes to. 

When he does this, he finds what he was hoping for, but also something he wasn’t even expecting. You are indeed still wearing the dress from last night, to his momentary relief. However, there’s also a dark noticeable hickey placed on the right side of your neck. 

His eyes practically pop out of his skull seeing it. 

DID I DO THAT???

He continues to pull the blanket down, revealing THREE more smaller marks on your chest where the neck of the dress scooped down. 

His mind actually recalls a few moments now, of the two of you making out. His hands all over you last night. Short erotic scenes play in his mind like a porn trailer. His face goes red and he turns to be on his back again, smacking his hands over his face in distress. 

IM DONE FOR!!! IM GOING TO JAIL! 

Okay, dramatic. 

That’s when you start to stir awake. He jumps a little when he hears you take a deep inhale, and looks over to see if that means you’re waking up now. You stretch your arms out, rubbing your eyes as well to wake up. After blinking a little, your eyes meet his. If you were more awake right now, you might be able to read the slight panic on his face. He only makes eye contact with you for a few seconds before going back to facing the ceiling and draping his arms over his face.

“Good morning.” You say in a sleepy voice, blushing lightly. This was kinda awkward. 

You’ll admit, you were a little confused at first when you saw him, but your memory of last night is clearer than his is, so you end up remembering what happened after a little bit. You assume he remembers as well, maybe not realizing he was actually much more drunk than you. 

Relief washes over him when he hears your greeting, and you’re not bewildered like he was, or god forbid angry. He unintentionally lets out a sigh with this, and you watch him intently as he does. He won’t look at you.

“Are you… feeling okay?” You ask, still feeling awkward. You’re really not sure what to say after last night. It was really intense and you’re still flustered remembering it. You’re wondering how he’s feeling about it. But judging by his demeanor right now, you can’t imagine it’s good. Your stomach clenches with anxiety.

“Yeah… Yeah. I’m great just. Have a hangover..” He replies. He really cant bring himself to look at you in the eyes right now. And anyways, he thinks his eyes would just immediately go to the huge marks he left on you. Then he’d think about those memories again. And he already has an erection now. Shit.

Your stomach sinks, feeling terrible, as if you’re responsible for said hangover. You begin to sit up. “Oh, yeah! Of course. I can get you some medicine and something to eat. Just-“

“No no. I’m fine I-“ He uncovers his eyes to look at you finally. Bad idea. One of the dress straps hangs off your shoulder as you face him sitting up. It’s barely coving one of your boobs. His eyes go straight there, he can’t help it. He immediately whips he’s head over to look in a ridiculously far direction.

You blink a few times. He’s being weird. Even for him. You look down to where he had glanced and immediately blush, pulling the strap back up. That’s when you notice one of the marks that you hadn’t yet seen in daylight. Your eyes widen in surprise. 

You both sit in silence for a few seconds. 

You clear your throat. “Um. I’m gonna.. get you some uh… I’ll be back.” You say, and he hears you get up off the bed and leave the room.

Reigen immediately lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He sits up a little, taking a look around the room. It was small, but nicely kept and definitely your style. He rubs the back of his head.

Jeez. This is messy. He thinks. Considering the fact that the two of you have to work tomorrow. How was he going to talk to you about it? He couldn’t just leave and pretend nothing happened, though he kinda wanted to. But I mean. He cant believe he even got this far with you, even if he was drunk. He had no idea you felt the same. But his fear was that maybe you didn’t, maybe you just went along with it because you were drunk. People do crazy things when they’re drunk. 

Meanwhile, you’re thinking the same thing. From your point of you, he seemed totally ashamed and regretful about the whole thing. Maybe Reigen was just feeling some type of way due to all of the alcohol, and in the heat of the moment decided to pursue you. Despite what he said to you that night, you never know. People do and say crazy things when they’re drunk. 

When you walk back in with a tray, you see him staring out the window next to your bed, the curtain open now. When he looks at you he’s surprised you’re wearing different clothes now. You had changed out of your dress with some dry laundry you had in your living room, as to maybe make him less uncomfortable. 

You place the tray on the bedside table, which holds six pieces of toast, some medicine, and two glasses of water. 

“Ah, thank you. You didn’t have to..” He starts calmly, going to reach for the water. He seems to have relaxed a little. 

“It’s okay, I needed to eat something too.” You say, grabbing a water and a piece of toast, and sitting next to him on the side of the bed. 

You look down at your feet as you listen to him take a swig of water and gulp down some pills. Your hand grips the cup as you look at your reflection through it, and you can’t seem to bring yourself to eat yet. You’re still uneasy. 

“Well,” Reigen starts suddenly, interrupting some thoughts you were having. “We got into some trouble last night, it seems.” He says, finally addressing it, trying to be passive about the whole thing.

“Yeah… really.” You agree. 

There’s another silence. 

“I’m really sorry, Reigen.” You apologize, to his surprise. “I shouldn’t have invited you in last night. I don’t want our work relationship to be weird now because of this, but I understand if you need to fire me to keep things-“

“Woah woah woah!” He interrupts. “I-it’s fine. I’m not gonna fire you. Why the hell would I do that?” He says, confused as to how you came to that conclusion. 

Your eyes widen and you turn to look at him again. “Really??? But… I mean we…”

“If anyone should be sorry here, it’s me. I mean I must’ve been really out of my mind last night.” 

You frown. What does he mean by that? 

“Seriously, I’m the man here so… If you were drunk as well and I agreed to stay over, then I must’ve been taking advantage of you. And that’s…” He looks away with a sense of shame, clenching his fist. “I’m a real asshole if that’s the case so. It should be your decision if you want to resign.” He states very matter of factly. Even though it's no ones fault really, since you both were pretty intoxicated and it was consented. But of course he feels he should take responsibility, when the consequences of a man using a woman in that way were far steeper than the other way around.

You take in what he’s saying for a moment. “Wait… what?” You look confused now when he glances back over at you. “Take advantage of me? Do you… Remember what happened last night?” 

He laughs a little flatly. “Actually no, unfortunately. Mind filling me in?” 

You just stare at him for a moment in disbelief. You hadn’t even considered that he might not remember. 

“I mean I remember bits and pieces.. But it gets pretty blurry after we left the pub… Uh...” He meets eye contact with you after looking around a bit awkwardly. “By any chance did we end up uh… Yknow-“

“No.” You cut him off, reassuring him. “No we didn’t… Go all the way. If that’s what you were gonna ask.” 

A wave of relief finally washes over him hearing this. Of course. Of course you didn’t. 

You see his body physically relax. It kinda makes you a little sad, though you’re not sure why.

“You’re.. relieved.” You say, looking back at the cup in your hands.

“Of course I am. If I couldn’t remember doing something important like that with you for the first time, I would feel like a piece of shit.” 

Your cheeks heat up at this, looking away from him. “That’s what you said… last night…” You respond quietly.

“Huh?”

“We um. We were gonna do it, but… You stopped me. You said you wanted to be sober… the first time you got to have me like that.” You inform him.

His cheeks heat up now. He said that? While he was drunk? 

“I definitely would have had us going all the way if you hadn’t stopped me. I really wanted to…Um,” You hand fidgets with the cup. “Anyways. I’m sorry. If anything, I was the one responsible. I didn’t realize you were that drunk.” 

And now his erection that had partially started to go away, is back again. From thinking about how that might’ve played out. The two of you about to have sex, but he stopped you even though you wanted it seemingly so bad. You… wanted him. 

He brings his hand over the bottom half of his face and looks off again, lost in this thought. You really wanted him. He couldn’t believe it. 

When he doesn’t answer you, you glance over at him, seeing him red and lost in thought. “Are you okay?” You ask cautiously.

“Okay…?” He still doesn’t look at you. “I…” 

You brace for maybe some scolding. You’re still really not sure how he's taking this. 

“I feel amazing.” Your eyes widen before he looks at you again. “We really almost went all the way… But it turns out I had the willpower, even drunk, to stop. Which is what I was worried I didn’t do. Not only that, but… You don’t feel like it was a mistake, right? What happened last night?”

“No, of course not! I mean.. I wish maybe we couldn’t have ended up like that sober like you said, but…” Your voice trails off, not sure what you were even gonna say after that.

There's a beat of silence.

“Well... We’re sober now, right?” He says suddenly.

The two of you just kind of stare at eachother. You feel your face get hotter when you realize what he’s implying. 

“You… Want to do it right now?”

He scratches the back of his head and gives an embarrassed laugh. “Ah, sorry sorry! You’re right, maybe I’m jumping the gun still. I should probably take you on a date first.” 

Your mouth turns up into a smile, and you let out a laugh. He relaxes again hearing this, smiling at you now. 

“What’s so funny?” He asks teasingly.

Once you stop laughing, you stand up and walk closer to where he is. You place your water and toast back down. His heart beats a little faster when you sit down right next to his chest and bring your face in close. The two of you share an intimate gaze for a few moments, and Reigen glances at your lips for a split second. You slowly lean your face in closer to his, and you let him make the final move in to meet your lips, connecting the two of you again finally. 

The kiss feels soft and gentle, not like any of the ones from yesterday. You keep it going for a while, and then pull back slowly. “You free today?” You ask, smiling.

“I can always be free, for you.” He responds easily, eyes lidded. 

“Lets go on that date then~”

———————————————————————

Remembering last night:

It's midnight on a Friday.

You’re sitting across the table from Reigen, the two of you at a pub you can’t remember the name of. Laughter rings through the place, blending with other groups of people around you, the two of you having nonstop drunken banter. 

You’d just come from Reigen's favorite soba place, where you had already had a couple drinks. Serizawa had offered to make sure Mob got home afterwards (but that man knew what he was doing). So now it was just the two of you. 

You don’t think you’ve laughed this hard in a while, and you feel so happy right now you could just die. Your chin is propped up in your hand, the other holding a bottle, listening to the man in front of you babble on about his adorable nonsense. Watching Reigen with that big smile, waving his arms around, his face painted pink with a drunken glow. You could stay here forever and ever. 

Or at least you thought.

Truthfully though, maybe you were a little careless with your drinking. The two of you kept the same pace with drinks, but Reigen's got just about as much tolerance as you of course, so you're both equally fucked up. But maybe it was something you ate then? Because you start to feel sick. 

You don’t want to spoil the moment and tell him this, but you also don’t want to end up puking everywhere. So, you excuse yourself to the bathroom, where you do infact throw up into the toilet. 

“Are you alright?” A women in the stall over asks you. 

But then you’re laughing. You’re laughing and giggling and hiccing between each one. You probably sound insane, but you don’t care. Even throwing up, you just cant stop thinking about him, and how happy you are. You love your job. You love your life. It's all thanks to him. 

“Um… ma’am?” The woman asks again, more concerned.

You assure her you’re alright. And when you’re feeling better again, you clean yourself up, take a piece of gum in your mouth, and walk back out like nothing happened! Perhaps you used to be a pretty consistent drinker when you were in college, so this isn’t new to you. You just wanted to get back to him as soon as possible. 

Though, Reigen did have to wait for a little while, so by the time you’re back, his drink is finished, and his head is down on the table. You feel a little guilty, and you’re now more sober than you were before. So, you decided to pay for the bill while he’s got his head down. 

When you walk back over, you kneel next to him and tap his shoulder. 

“YEAH yeah im leaving soon! I jusgotta wait for my.. my….. She’s inthe bathroom.” He babbles, waving his hand around, but not bothering to look up. Someone must have come over to him while you were gone. 

You giggle a little “Reigen, it’s me.” You inform him. His head immediately shoots up to look at you, and your eyes widen at his sudden energy. 

“HEYY! You’re back! Woman of the houur!” He slurs. 

You smile and take your bottle off the table. He watches your lips, somewhat mesmerized, as you put the bottle up to them and chug down the rest of it. Then you put your hand under his arm to help lift him to his feet. “Cmon, let’s get out of here! I think we stayed long enough.” 

He just hums as he lets you help him up, happily leaned into you as you two stumble toward the door.

“Did I tell you how good you look inat dress?” He says into your ear as he continues to lean on you. 

You blush, smiling, guiding him outside “Mhm..” you reply softly.

“I did???” 

“Yeah. A few times.” You giggle. 

“Oh. Well, shit.” He says, still smiling. 

He pulls back from you to try to stand straight again, stumbling a little. You go to grab him to stop him from falling over, stumbling a little yourself. You both seemingly catch and steady eachother, then start laughing again. When your laugher dies down, his face is close to yours. You both end up just staring at eachother for a while, drunkenly lost in each others eyes. Like, literally it’s so obvious how you both feel for each other right now, but your minds are so foggy you still don’t notice it yet. 

A car honks in the road and snaps you out of it. You clear your throat and move your head to look out into the street, but his eyes stay glued on you. 

“Okay.. shouuuld I call you a taxi?” You offer, still not looking at him.

He furrows his brows a bit. “What about you?”

“I think I can walk from here. Myyy apartment is likeee…” you put your finger on your lips. “Overrr there! Like right there.” You point vaguely in one direction, turning back to him with a smile. 

“Mmmm yeah no.” He says. “If I’m taking a taxi, yourre not walking home alone.” He pulls out his phone to call both of you a taxi.

“Okay byeeee!! See you tomorrow!” You call out, and he looks up to realize you’re already running off in the direction you had pointed to. 

“H-hey!” He shouts, not hesitating to start running after you. 

Though you’re both running pretty slow, not like you can run at full speed with how intoxicated you are, you’re both going the same speed so you stay ahead of him for a while. It’s more like a playful chase after a minute as he calls out for you, smiling and scolding you for not letting him call you a taxi. 

Finally, after a couple minutes he catches up to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Hey! You shhouldnt make a.. drunguy run liike.. thaat.” He slurs, breathing a little heavy. 

“We’re here!” You say smiling. 

“Huh?” 

“This issmy apartment.” You inform him, starting to fish for your key from your purse. 

“Ohhh… It really was close, huh?” He mumbles, just gazing up at the building. 

You find the key and hold it up victoriously like it was a huge accomplishment. Reigen stifles a laugh. 

There’s a bit of an awkward silence after.

“Do you uhh… Need help up the stairs?” He offers, as if he would be the one to HELP you up the stairs right now. 

You turn to look at him and give him a knowing smile that he can’t really read. He’s just thinking about how pretty you are with rosy cheeks in the moonlight. A cheesy thought he tells himself he wouldn’t be having sober. He really doesn’t want to go home suddenly. 

But you say “Sure” anyways to his offer, because you didn’t want him to leave either. And maybe that’s why you refused the taxi and made him chase you here. Maybe you thought that if you had gone with him in a taxi, you’d have no excuse to have him stay over. Or maybe you just didn’t want him to pay for your taxi. Who knows. You wont admit it. 

So then you two are stumbling up the stairs together. His arm is under yours now, acting like he’s helping, but really you think you’re keeping him steady as well. It’s only one flight of stairs though before you’re standing at your front door. 

You turn to look up at him and he swallows hard, not making eye contact. 

Should he ask? No, no way. You would absolutely turn him down. Plus, he’s your boss. If he asks you it’d be a little inappropriate right? 

He decides in his brain that he’ll just head home, accepting it. 

“Well! (Y/n)!” He says a little too loudly, smacking his hands onto your shoulders. “It’s been fun! Thank you forr drinking with me tonight. I cant quite think of anyone else I’d want to have um. Drank with.” He tries to say professionally with his whole business persona, suddenly trying to hide his intoxication as well as he can.

You smile. “Are youuu going home?” 

“Well I can’t imagine I'd be going anywhere else.” He says jokingly, smiling back at you. 

“Reigen, do you want to stay over?” You offer sweetly, which totally catches him off-guard. 

His professional demeanor leaves him as suddenly as it came. His hands drop off your shoulders. “H-huh? Why?” He stutters without thinking. 

“Mmm…” You look down at your shoes to hide your blushing from him. “I just thought maybe, your feet hurt from running. Anddd it’ll be hard to call a taxi at this time of night, so. I mean I don’t mind..” You start rambling your words.

God you’re adorable. He thinks with wide eyes as he watches you. You really wanted him to stay over, so much that you’re saying every reason you can think of! How could he turn you down? 

“Okay.” He agrees with one word, and you look back up at him a little surprised. You stare into his eyes and he swears you do something to him that no one ever has before. He’s never felt this way. He wants you so bad he can’t even believe it himself. A sudden neediness washes over him. 

So you let him in, and you help him take his coat off after you close the door. Your every touch makes him shiver now and he can’t think of anything to say, he just lets you do whatever. 

You lead him over to the kitchen where you pour the both of you a glass of water. He's glancing around, examining the place you live everyday, until you hand him his glass. You both lean on the kitchen counter, chugging water in silence. 

“How you feelin?” You ask, sounding exhausted yourself.

“Honestly? Like shiit.” He says plainly, not looking at you. He’s been staring off for a while now. 

“Do you gotsto use the bathroom? It’s down the hall.” You offer, leaning your head onto the palm of your hand. 

“Not cus of the alcohol.” He admits.

Confused, you tilt your head more. “Hm?” 

There’s no response. After a few moments, you lay the back of your head on the counter and move over a little so that your face is under his chin, your body bent over in a weird way. “What you thinkin?” 

He looks down at you with an intense, almost lustful look that you certainly weren’t ready for. Suddenly you get very flustered. 

To tell the truth, your heart has been racing this whole time. You’ve been trying not to make it obvious how badly you want him. You’re not usually a horny drunk, but as soon as you were out of the pub building, feeling his body on you and his breath on your neck. God. You just had to have him. You didn’t think he’d actually end up in your apartment though, and you’re not quite sure what to do from here. You were trying not to make things awkward but…

Reigen looks back up and you have to calm down for a second from that intense eye contact. He broke it because he couldn’t keep holding it either. His thoughts keep wondering. The opportunities he never thought he'd be good enough to receive, but here he is. The two of you alone, hazy, standing in a dark kitchen, the night still young. But he had to be sure you wanted this too. That you were having the same thoughts when you invited your drunken boss inside.

You stand back up straight and watch him. He looks really deep in thought, still. 

“Hey.” You place your hand on his shoulder, letting it fall down a bit to caress his arm. It sends another shiver though him. “Tell me what’s up.” You insist.

He now stands up straight and moves in close to you, certainly too close to be professional at all. Your bodies are maybe an inch from touching. Your eyes stare straight at his lips as he speaks, shocked at the sudden close proximity. 

“(Y/n), I’m about to do something I think I might regret, and I need you to stop me if you don’t want me to do it, okay?”

Your heart is beating a million times faster now. You feel like you’re frozen in place, you can’t breathe, because you somehow already know what’s about to happen.

When you don’t answer, he places a hand on your chin and pushes your face up to look at him. “Okay?” He repeats. 

You nod attentively, and you both mirror the same lustful, longing look now.

Not another second goes by before your lips are connected. You’re not even sure who leaned in first, and you don’t really care either. Your lips push against eachother with way too much eagerness. You grab his tie to yank him closer, and both his hands reach up to grasp your face. I mean really, it’s like you’d been holding this back for years. 

One of his hands reaches down to grab onto your hip, using the hold to push you backwards against the counter. His body presses against yours, and you can feel his erection already. Your tongues tangle and untangle in this extremely passionate makeout that you’d both been wanting for so long. 

You reach a hand up the back of his neck and grab a handful of his hair, which pulls a slight moan out of him against your lips. Hearing his noises causes you to follow suit and do the same, the two of you starting to voice erotic groans and moans against eachother every few seconds. They echo through the empty, silent apartment. 

The sounds tip you over the edge. You cant wait anymore. You need him. Now.

You finally pull back from him, breathless, and you pause for a second to stare at your leftover lipstick smudged a bit on his lips. And god, the way he just looks so whipped right now. He’s breathing heavy against your face, eyes lidded, totally entranced by you. It turns you on like crazy. 

He goes to lean in, desperate to connect the two of you again. You grant him this and lean in to meet him once again, but you also slip out of his firm grasp that was pinning you against the counter, now pushing his chest to lead him backwards down the hallway.

He lets you push him easily, stumbling back as the two of you continue to kiss intensely. You start undoing his shirt before you even walk through the door, and his hands desperately explore your body. 

When you get in, you practically shove him onto the bed. He adjusts himself a little before you climb on and straddle his hips, and his eyes never leave you. He watches you, mesmerized, as you move your hair out of your face before leaning down to continue kissing him again. But this time, the kiss is slower, more erotic as you sensually mix your tongues together. Your hands caress his exposed chest, feeling his shaky breathing. You kiss and pull back and kiss again, letting out a breathy exhale everytime. It's driving him crazy. He palms at your thighs and your ass like he's eager to feel every part of you. 

You can feel his erection through his pants again as you lower your full weight down onto him, the warmth and twitching against you making you more wet than you already were. You start to drag your hips back and forth, rubbing against him. He lets out an embarrassingly needy moan this time, louder than before. He can feel you smile against his lips before you start to pull back again. 

“D-don’t even.” He warns before you can even say anything. The first thing he’s said since this started. 

There's a sort of smug look on your face. “Soo sensitive...” You lean down to his ear, bringing your voice low. “I think it's so sexy when you moan like that for me.” You tease, and lean down to start kissing his neck. 

His breath hitches and he lets out another moan. Holy shit. 

He’s starting to realize how much you’ve been making him feel good this whole time. And you’re being so dominant, which he wasn’t totally expecting, but is enjoying every second. He cant tell if it’s the alcohol, or if this is how you always are. But he cant believe this is actually happening, that he gets to have you like this, and with his fogginess right now, it feels like…

“Fuck… Am I dreaming right now?” He says his thoughts out loud as he drags his hand through his hair. His chest rises and lowers as he breaths heavily. You laugh a little at this, the sound vibrating against his skin.

“Do you wanna be?” You ask, pulling back again, but only enough for your noses to barely be touching, your hair hanging over his face.

“What? No, of course not.” He answers, like it was the easiest question he’d ever gotten. Though, he’s pretty sure he’s had plenty of dreams about you just like this.

“We might not remember in the morning.. We could do whatever we want..” You entice him, tracing a finger around his chest, implying that you didn’t have to worry about anything else right now. Like the fact that you’re working together, and this may make things awkward depending how the morning goes. Honestly you don’t know how drunk you are at this point, the lust mixed with whatever was left from the pub was making it feel like you were on cloud 9. You could remember nothing tomorrow, or everything.

“Mm… yeah…” He frowns a bit. You start to place gentle kisses on his face to try and relax him again. 

“It’s okayyy, don’t worry about tomorrow.” You softly reassure him between kisses, though you’re not really sure what for. You can just sense a different vibe from him now. You think maybe he got anxious thinking about what comes after this. 

He suddenly decides to sit up, pushing you up to be sitting on his lap, and immediately kissing you again. His hands stay grasping your hips and he begins to place kisses on you now, moving from your ear down to your neck. You gasp a bit at first and giggle lightly as he continues down, holding his shoulders. 

“I’ve- Always wanted- To do this with you- Yknow?” He speaks between kisses. The genuine confession makes you blush, starting to lose a bit of your cockiness from before. 

He then chooses a spot on your neck and starts to suck on the area, biting it and dragging his tongue across the one spot. You gasp and moan at the sudden pleasure it gives you. 

“M-me too.” You push out, breathless.

He starts to massage into your thighs with his thumbs, furthering your pleasure. You decide to start rubbing against him again, needing the friction as you ached for him already. 

He lets out a deep groan against your skin. “Fuck.” He starts kissing you again, moving down to your breasts. Your dress was still on, but the neck hanged quite low, showing a lot of cleavage. He had to try all day not to drag his eyes down to this area, to stay respectful. Now he’s getting to kiss them and caress them. It was almost funny, he can’t believe it’s real. 

He starts leaving hickeys on the bare exposed areas of your chest. You moan and whine as you continue to dry hump against him. His hands wonder your body, eventually finding their way back to you ass and dragging up the hem of your dress so that your panties are showing. You think he’s going to start taking your dress off, but he doesn’t. After he’s left a few marks on you, he pulls your lips back to his again. 

As you continue dragging on him at a steady pace, he starts trying to rub against you harder, like he feels as desperate for you right now as you do for him. He’s either pushing your hips down or bucking his hips up, and his groans sound needy. The longer you go, the more he sounds like he's about to reach his limit. Did he want to get off just from dry humping?

You can't lie, you wanted all of him already, it was driving you insane. This wasn't enough for you to finish, but it was hard to bring yourself to stop, as you listen to his noises. It was addicting, hearing him like this, it made your mind fuzzy with lust. Seeing him be so sensitive just from this though, made you so curious how he would sound going all the way, with your walls fully wrapped around his length. How overstimulated would he get?

You finally stop moving for a moment and push back from the kiss only so you’re a few centimeters away again. He lets out a groan as you stop everything altogether. “Reigen… I need you inside me.” You confess, voice low.

He swallows, keeping dazed eye contact with you as he breathes heavily. You try to search his eyes for any sign to stop or continue, but you don’t know what he’s thinking. 

He hasn’t really tried to take anything off you yet. It’s like the foreplay has kind of plateaued, but yet he was grabbing at you and moaning for you, looking at you like he couldn’t wait anymore. Was he waiting for you to initiate it? 

Then he nods, which confuses you a bit. Why was he so unsure? Was it his first time or something? There’s no way. 

Nonetheless, he gave you consent. “Stop me if you don't wan it, okay?” You say, mimicking what he said to you before this all began. He nods again, still giving you a lustful, obedient look. 

God he’s cute.

You connect your lips again, letting you get back into the rhythm before continuing. You reach your hand down and start to palm at the buldge in his dresspants. It twitches against your hand as you start rubbing and massaging it. You can feel a bit of precum leaking through as well. He whines into your mouth as you make him feel good. You can’t believe how submissive he is. You figured maybe he would be, you can’t lie and say you’ve never considered it. But really, it’s so intoxicating. 

After palming him for a bit as a warm up, your hand finally moves up to look for the top button. You find it and undo it, moving to the zipper next and then-

He pulls back from you. “Wait!” He breathes out, surprising you. You immediately stop what you’re doing and look at him. 

“I… Um…” He stutters, blushing and still catching his breath.

“Wha is it?” You ask gently, tilting your head, moving your hands away from his zipper now, placing them on his shoulders. 

You’re concerned why he looks so nervous, and consider that maybe your virgin theory earlier was right? 

“I just… Sorry I-“ His head spins as he trys to voice his thoughts. 

“You don have to be sorry. Iss okay if you don’t wanta do it.” You assure him, slurring your words.

“Noo, I do! I do!” He retaliates quickly, shaking his head. “I-It’s just uh…” 

You wait for him to explain, watching him glance around a bit. 

“Reigen… Are you a virgin?” You finally ask, letting your invasive thoughts win, completely throwing him off. 

“WHAT?! O-Of course not!! I’m 28!” He defends, hurt that you think he’d be so game-less. Though, it has been a really long time since he’s slept with someone. 

“There's nothin wrong with it! I understand if you-“

“I'm not a virgin! End of story.” He repeats firmly, and you put your hands up in defense, smiling a little. 

He scoffs “Jeez… I’m tryin ta be vulnerable here and you’re cracking jokes.” 

You laugh. “Alright, alright! Jus tell me.”

It’s silent for a bit then, and you just wait for his response now.

“(Y/n)… I really like you.” He starts, and your eyes widen a little. “Like, I REALLY like you a lot. This isn’t just the alcohol talking. It’s allll Reigen. I’ve wanted you like this since the first day I met you.” 

You were not expecting a confession right now, you’re so caught off-guard you can’t think of anything to do than just stare at him in surprise. He doesn’t move at all saying this to you either, the two of you just sit in stillness. 

He rambles on. “But I also wantt you in other ways... An I mean I might as well tell you if we’ll wake up with foggy memory tomorrow, but I been thinking about how I should ask you out for a while now. And well…” He looks around a bit. “This isn’t how I pictured it.” 

Your heart flutters, your cheeks heating up. 

“And it’s not like I’m not enjoying this I mean, fuck. This is everything I ever dreamed of, but…” He looks back into your eyes again. “I guess what I’m saying is… When we have sex, I want to be able to remember it. I wanna have you for the first time with the both of us completely sober. If we start our relationship off like this then it just feels..." 

“I understand.” You finish for him, giving him a soft smile. His confession really moves you, shifting the mood completely to one thats more soft. 

“Seriously, like, this is really really hard for me to turn this down! I mean I want go all night with you like this right now honestly I've never felt this fucking good iin my life. It just.. doesn feel right. Like tomorrow I think I mihght feel...-” He continues to ramble to explain himself, though you’ve already made up your mind as well. He’s totally right.

“No, I get it. You’re right. I want to be sober when we do it for the first time too.” You assure him. He smiles back at you, letting out a small breath of relief.

You lean into his ear again. “And I wanna be able to remember clearly all the cute noises you make when I make you feel good.” You add on, teasing him, moving to place a kiss on his cheek. 

He blushes as a shiver runs down his spine. His dick twitches against your thigh, to your amusement. “Alrightt… Don make me change my mind now.” He says jokingly, bringing your face close like he's scolding you. You laugh. But he also means it. You’re really such a sweet temptation, it's a miracle he turned you down, especially this drunk. He almost just said fuck it and let his pleasure take over. But you are really special to him, something came over him. He doesn’t want this to feel like some shameful hookup tomorrow. If you hadn’t even mentioned tomorrow, he might’ve just mindlessly gone through with anything you wanted to do. He was ready to follow your lead. But he knew that you’d probably regret it tomorrow as well, and he should feel responsible, being the man and your literal boss. 

You pull him into an embrace, and he does so back, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I louve you.” You mumble, the words spilling without even thinking about it. His eyes open wide at the very real confession from you, seeming even more intense than his. It’s a phrase neither of you should be ready to say yet, but just sort of slipped out in your drunken, now exhausted haze. Since the lust all wore off suddenly, you immediately flipped the switch and are now feeling all the drowsiness you'd been pushing off.

After a while of staying like this, you think you're just gonna fall asleep on his shoulder like this. You're just about to fall out of consciousness when you hear Reigen's stomach make a noise, alerting you for a moment.

“I…” He stirs a bit against you. “Shit. I feel liike I’m gonna hurl.” 

Your eyes open, immediately pushing backwards from his chest to get a look at him. He DOES look like he’s about to hurl. It must’ve finally caught up to him. 

“O-Okay leht me get you a trash can!” You panic a little, not wanting him to puke on your… anything, preferably. As you sleepily stumble around the room trying to find it, Reigen stands, only making his nausea worse. 

He gags, and you turn to him with a look of horror. 

“BATHROOM!!” You shout, getting behind him to push him there. He just barely makes it to the toilet, but manages to get it all out inside the bowl. You take a big sigh of relief.

You rub his back for a minute or two, and you’re reminded of when you used to do this for your girl friends. It’s kinda funny. 

But then he assures you that he’ll be fine and that you should get to bed, once he sees you dozing off while squatting next to him. 

You nod and do so, planting a kiss on his head before you leave him be. When he gets back to the room, feeling better now, he sees you already under the covers fast asleep. He climbs in next to you, turning to gaze at you for a little while, brushing the hair out of your eyes. 

“I love you too yknow…” he says, though he knows you’re no longer conscious to hear it. 

Whatever. He’ll tell you soon. 

[mendeshoney]

This can be just a blurb request for this concept i have in mind, where the reader is like a volunteer in one of the isles' organizations and barzy getting this "love at first sight" or meet cute situation 😉

(I know the gif below has Brock in it too but let's just focus on Barzy shall we?)

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard this many grown men have such high pitched voices in my life.” Your co-worker, Hannah, murmurs under her voice as she plays with a strand of her baby pink hair.

You can’t help but giggle, because it’s technically very true.

It had barely even been five minutes since multiple players from the New York Islanders had entered their locker room, and already, they were either sprawled out on the floor or sitting in their locker stalls, playing with the puppies and dogs brought specifically for the calendar shoot. Three of them had even asked for applications in the last minute or so, immediately looking to adopt.

You’d been a vet nurse at the Bayport Animal Society for a little over a year now, and it was your first time tagging along on one of their many “Puppy with a Purpose” events. This one in particular had been a huge buzz around the office for the past two months.

The Islanders’ organization wanted to do something different for their annual calendar and had decided to go with an “adopt don’t shop” campaign, and wanted to feature the dogs from Bayport Animal Society along with making a considerable donation to your job in exchange.

You nudged Hannah when one of your more rowdy puppies, Rocky, started chewing on the hem of one of the players’ jeans. “Looks like Rocky’s still teething.”

Hannah snorts. “At least he’s not pooping.”

A player sat a few feet away from you on the floor in front of one of the stalls, cuddling up with one of your favorite dogs, a Doberman named Brutus, who was fast asleep despite bouncing off the walls ten minutes earlier, resting his head in the player’s lap as he rubbed his belly in soothing circles.

The look on the player’s face as he stared down at Brutus said everything you needed to know - he was absolutely smitten, and one doggy snore away from signing the adoption papers. You’d thought of adopting Brutus yourself, since he was such a loving boy, but you worked too much, and didn’t want him to spend anymore time at the society than he already had.

Hoping to help your good boy seal the deal, you excused yourself from Hannah’s side and quietly approached the player, not wanting to wake Brutus.

“That’s Brutus,” you say gently, “He’s two, but he’s an absolute sweetheart. He’s everyone’s favorite at work, including mine, and he loves everyone he meets.”

“Yeah,” the player says, “I can tell. He’s been glued to my side since I came in, and I-”

The player looks up then, and when he does, you feel your heart skip a little.

He’s…well, he’s gorgeous is what he is. Like if Apollo suddenly came to life. His jawline is as sharp as marble, and his brown eyes are warm as he stares at you.

“I uh…” he starts. “I’m Mat.”

You nod a little, offering your name in return. “I’m one of the vet nurses at Bayport.”

“Nice to meet you,” he says, his eyes still focused on your face. His gaze unnerves you a little, unsure of what it is he sees, or what he’s thinking, so you offer a small smile, hoping to ease the sudden growing tension.

A tension that is cut quickly when one of the photographers for the shoot says “Can we clear the staff from Bayport so we can take a couple of quick photos?”

It snaps you both out of it, and you laugh nervously. “I um, I’ll leave you to it.” You say, before you’re backing away and returning to Hannah’s side.

When you approach her, she’s got a perfectly arched brow aimed in your direction. “Who is he?”

“Mat,” is all you can say. “He uh, might take Brutus home.”

Hannah smirks at something she sees behind you, then glances at you with a teasing smile as she tosses her baby pink hair over her shoulder. “My guess is that’s not all he wants to take home.”

~

“Who’s that bombshell?”

Mat’s head snaps to his right where Hudson is, trying to wrangle a puppy chewing on the hem of his jeans. He follows Hudson’s eyes to where you’re standing, and tries to tamp down the rage he feels when he realizes Hudson’s staring at your ass.

His hand flies out before he can think and swats Hudson on the arm. Hudson winces, shooting a rueful look at Mat. “The fuck was that for?”

“She works for Bayport you fuckin' toad, you’re supposed to be professional.”

Hudson frowns at Mat. “The one with the pink hair?”

Pink…hair?

Mat turns back to where you are, and to his surprise, he sees another woman beside you, with baby pink hair.

"Oh," Mat says, turning back to Hudson.

Hudson raises a brow. "Who did you think I was talking about?"

"No one," Mat shakes his head, looking back at Brutus. "My bad."

To be fair, he hadn’t even noticed the pink haired woman. He’d been way too busy staring at you. Hadn’t stopped staring at you since he finally tore his eyes away from Brutus.

The pup had walked straight up to him the second he came into the room and Mat instantly knew he probably wouldn’t be leaving today without adopting this dog, but he also couldn’t figure out why he’d been so drawn to the pup in the first place.

That is, until you said Brutus had been your favorite, and then Mat had torn his eyes away, fulling intending on asking more about him, and then he saw you, and everything just...stopped.

He didn't know how he didn't notice you the second he walked into the locker room, didn't understand how a woman so beautiful, so perfect, hadn't stolen his attention immediately, but he'd been beating himself up for it every second since laying his eyes on you for the first time.

It had already been fifteen minutes since you introduced yourself since he and some of the others had been dragged away to take pictures, and in Mat's opinion, that had been fifteen minutes too long that you'd been away from him.

He glances down to where Brutus lays beside him, chewing on the tennis ball Mat fished out of his stall, and scratches between his ears gently. "Hey boy, if I promise to take you home, can you help me out?"

Brutus' ears perk up and his head tilts at Mat, like he understood every single word, tennis ball still gently clutched between his teeth.

"Wanna help me get a date with your pretty friend?" Mat asks, and Brutus tilts his head in the other direction. "Well I'll take that as a yes, c'mon buddy."

When Mat stands, he's slightly surprised but pleased when Brutus also gets up and trots along side him, following him as Mat crosses the locker room over to where you and the pink haired woman Hudson was eyeing earlier are sitting.

As he approaches, you look up at him from under your lashes before you head lifts to gaze at him fully, and his heart begins to hammer uncontrollably.

"Hi again," he starts, and is cut off from finishing his sentence when Brutus stops in front of you and lowers his head for pats.

You laugh a bit, smiling at Mat. "Hi there. Having fun with Brutus?"

Almost as if he knows he's being discussed, Brutus adorably curls up between you and Mat on the floor, resting his head on your shoes and his tail on Mat's shoes.

"I am actually," Mat admits. "Pretty sure he's coming home with me."

"Just Brutus?" The girl with the pink hair says, and Mat watches in amusement as your eyes blow wide and and you elbow her in her side. Pink hair doesn't miss a beat, sticking her hand out to Mat and saying "I'm Hannah, her best friend and favorite co-worker."

"Mat," he responds, taking Hannah's hand and shaking it once. "Nice to meet you. And no actually, not just Brutus."

This time he laughs out loud at the matching shocked expressions on your faces, and he scratches his head nervously, realizing he could be swinging for the fences here. "I just mean...I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to come out so inappropriately."

"Don't apologize," Hannah says, nudging you in the side.

"I just meant, if you're not doing anything after this, I could use some help picking out some of Brutus' favorite things, since you know him a little better than I do."

"I mean..." You start, "Bayport gives you a basket of his things when you bring him home - ow!" You shoot a look at Hannah, who glances down at Brutus as though she didn't just elbow you in the ribs.

Mat smiles, taking it in stride. "Well in that case, how about dinner? I know a great place with a patio that allows dogs. It's pretty great, and I'm sure Brutus would love it, too."

There's a second where Mat can see you hesitate, and he mentally prepares himself for the impending heartbreak, can feel his heart start to pound in anticipation for a let down, but then you're smiling shyly, and nodding. "Yeah, I'd love that."

You'd love that.

Not like.

Love.

Mat's sure his smile stretches all the way across his face, and even Brutus perks up, looking up at you with something Mat is sure resembles happiness.

"Yeah? Okay, how about Thimble Island, tonight at six?"

"It's a date," you say, and the way you look at him when you say it has Mat certain of two things.

The first is that you were the reason Brutus came up to him, and the second?

He's pretty sure if this leads where he hopes it will, he'll give this dog anything in the world that he wants.

[wqnwoos]

requested by @som1ig / cw ex!joshua, club setting, mention of “drinks”

the most infuriating thing about joshua is that it’s too hard to be mad at him.

it comes mostly from the fact that he’s so good. he’s genuine and kind and sweet with a. kind of uncommon sincerity — which is exactly how you fell in love with him so long ago.

so no, when you see him from afar for the first time in a year and half, you’re not mad. or angry or bitter or upset. you couldn’t be even if you wanted to be.

sure, there’s something that tugs at your heart a little; wistfulness, maybe. nostalgia. a pang of sadness, and even a fleeting moment of longing. because a year or two ago, you would’ve been right there in the club next to him. his arm wrapped around your waist or his hand laced with yours, but that space — your space — is empty.

joshua still looks okay, though — from far, at least. he’s laughing, throwing his head back, and although there’s absolutely no way you would be able to hear it from this far (with the music thumping and the buzz of conversation swelling around you), you feel like you can hear it. probably laughing at something that seungkwan is saying — seungkwan who you haven’t seen in almost as long as joshua, seungkwan who tried to reach out to you after the breakup, seungkwan who you pushed away, because he was joshua’s friend first and you didn’t want him to have to pick.

stupid of you, really. he wasn’t just joshua’s friend, he was yours too. but it’s too late for that now.

mina, your best friend appears in front of you, waving a hand in front of your eyes, giggling about how you’ve zoned out again — you shake off your feelings, take your drink from her with a laugh, and only protest a little when she drags you to the dance floor.

but it’s when you leave the dance floor, breathless and laughing, heading to rejoin your other friends at the table, that things get a little more complicated. complicated in that you run smack bang into two men — and lo and behold! what a coincidence! it’s joshua and seungkwan.

“___?” their surprised exclamations are synched, but where seungkwan is loudly incredulous, joshua is softly disbelieving.

“oh my god!” seungkwan is already hugging you, and you meet joshua’s eyes over his shoulder, offering him a tentative smile as seungkwan scolds you for not being around anymore.

there’s the brief small talk (“who are you here with?” — “how have you been?” — “are you still with that job?”) and then seungkwan melts away, claiming he has to find soonyoung immediately, leaving you and joshua alone on the edge of a dance floor.

“hey,” he says suddenly, jerking a thumb towards the door. “you want to get some air? catch up where i can actually hear you?”

you don’t really need to think about it, nodding and sending a text to your friends so they know where you are. by the time you two are outside, you’ve received a string of texts ranging from “tell him i say hi!” to “tell him that i’ll throw my heel at him if he hurts you!”

“so?” joshua turns to you with an expectant smile when you guys are finally under the coolness of the night air.

you lean against the wall, parroting the question back to him. “so?”

“you’ve been okay?”

a softer smile takes over your face. “yeah. yeah, i’ve been okay. but — hey, i heard you got promoted, big shot!”

“oh! yeah,” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “i got the job.”

“i guess choi seungcheol had nothing on you in the end,” you say, referring to his rivalry with his co-worker, the one he used to affectionately complain about every few days.

you remember that well. he’d launch himself onto you, shifting his head into your lap, talk to you about his day while you played with his hair. speaking of which — “you dyed your hair again,” you observe. it’s a rich, deep red colour, and it suits him well.

“i did! you like?” he runs a hand through it, and then pauses. “hey, remember when you dyed my hair?”

“do i?” you burst out laughing. “fuck, i was so worried i was going to mess it up!”

“you did great,” joshua consoles.

(he was always good at that, comforting you with the smallest things. and the bigger things, too. he was just good, in general.)

your phone vibrates a couple times in your hand. you glance at it, and then at joshua, but before you can even open your mouth, he asks for you — “need to go?”

you offer him an apologetic smile. “sorry. you know how drunk mina gets.”

“has she threatened me with her heels yet?”

“about five times, and it might get to a sixth soon.”

joshua blinks, smiles, and then his brown eyes soften. “god. i am sorry, you know?”

you predicted this, and you wave it off immediately. “don’t be. it was our time, right? couldn’t be changed.”

like the tide. you couldn’t stop it — neither of you could — no matter how much you wanted to.

there was a time limit on the two of you, and that’s how it was meant to be.

“we’re okay, though?” joshua’s eyes, soft and sweet and concerned and a little bit guilty, gaze at you.

you can’t help it; you hug him, carefully. “we’re okay,” you murmur into his shirt — muffled, but by the way his arms tighten around you slightly, you know he’s heard.

you pull away, and smile. “we had something good. as long as you don’t forget that, then we’re okay.”

joshua squeezes your hands, a smile on his face.

“i won’t forget,” he breathes. “we’re okay.”

an after 3748929238 years i’m back!!! i apologise for the wait, especially to may because she has been the SWEETEST in dealing w me and my fickle decisions and late response <3

[madameaug]

I really love your stories sm idk if you take requests or not but if you are could I request where Jungkook won’t stop smacking and grabbing his girlfriends butt (we all know he’s an ass man i can 100% confirm that ☝🏽🤓)

Agreed, agreed. Jungkook may not be touchy in public, but in private. Heh well that's a different story.

Pairing: Jennette x Jungkook

*this is just the outfit Jennette is in*

"I hate the cold so much," Jennette muttered to herself. She had gotten up twice in the past two minutes to grab a thicker blanket. The thermostat read 67 degrees, but it felt like the Arctic. Winters in Korea were no joke. She yearned for nothing else than for the Georgia heat. After taking the next big step in their relationship. Jennette made the big move across two large oceans to Busan. Her adjustment period was much quicker than that of other Americans moving to a homogenous country. She had her boyfriend Jungkook, his friends, and her co-workers. Who knew South Korea was in desperate need of social workers. Jennette worked for a private multi-million fertility adoption clinic. Ensuring that children who were in foster care went to good homes. She loved her job, the people she worked with, and the couple extra hundred dollars in her biweekly paycheck.

After another week of going to the office, Jennette and Jungkook decided to host a game night. It was a tradition that started six months ago that the two couples and Yoongi would hang out with each other at least once a month.

She had Twister, Cards Against Humanity, Game of Life, and Uno across the glass table in her living room. Earlier in the week she deep cleaned the carpet. So she could just relax and wait for her guest and Jungkook to arrive. With perfect timing, Jungkook's key chains rocked against the door, announcing his return.

"I got the pasta, baby." Jennette had been talking about her favorite cheesy pasta dish at the local Italian mom-and-pop shop. It was loaded with four different types of cheeses. The pasta was made in-house and beautifully cut into an angel hair shape she loved, along with the prestigious garlic bread with just enough crunch.

"Thank you so much, bug." Handing her the bag, Jennette took a moment to allow the thin paper bag to sit on her lap. Enjoying the transfer of heat from the food onto her thighs. She relaxed into the couch, slowly transcending into heaven.

"The girls texted me not long ago. They are crossing the bridge, so they should be here soon."

"Okay."

Coming back from the kitchen, Jungkook admired Jennette's form. She is beyond a blanket burrito status. All you could see was the round puff of her cheeks and her purple glasses. Two thick comforters wrapped around her head from head to toe.

"Baby, are you that cold?"

She couldn't even respond to the simple question due to her uncontrollable teeth chattering. Motioning her to come to him. Like a cricket, Jennette was rubbing her feet together. Attempting anything to get some warmth.

"Its to- too cold."

"Lemme warm you up." He leaned over and flipped the switch, igniting the fireplace in the living room. The fire put on a warm glow on Jungkook's olive skin.

"You have two minutes." It took Jennette a couple of seconds to untangle herself from the wrap of blankets. Shuddering over to Jungkook, she hugged him. Her hands slipped past his denim jacket and touched his warm, bare skin. Jungkook had to control himself from jumping at the cold touch. He placed his head horizontally over hers. Jungkook rarely had an issue with skinship. He was going to take any chance he had to be in Jennette's personal space. If he could shrink himself to fit in her skin, best believe he would.

Jennette sunk her head so that her face was in front of his abdomen. Her lower back was now low enough for Jungkook to get the perfect view of her butt crack.

Jungkook took it upon himself to rub her butt is a soothing manner. Jennette was too busy soaking in the warmth to nag him about his frisky hands. Jungkook used the palm of his hands to rub her behind in a circular pattern. This would have put her to sleep if they weren't expecting their friends to arrive in a few minutes. The couple stood in a comfortable silence, slightly rocking. Jennette couldn't lie and say that Jungkook was an efficient heater. She squeezed him tighter.

"I don't know how you can remain so warm. YOO! WHAT THE FUCK!" Jennette screamed, holding onto her pants. Jungkook, slightly embarrassed, hid the smile growing on his lips.

"Sorry baby I got carried away."

In one swift motion, Jungkook's big hands took an oversized grip on her ass. He lifted Jennette off the ground with all his strength, effectively startling her. Calming down, she swatted his chest.

"I gotta keep my eye on you." Jennette laughed off the manner, not knowing what more the night and Jungkook would have to offer.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

The six adults were in an intense round of Twister. Jungkook and Nala were already out for not keeping their hands on the designated color. Now, it was just Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jennette. Hoseok looked like a cool cucumber. Twister was simply a flexibility test to him. A piece of cake. He was glad he was pretty limber, or this bridge position would have been challenging to hold. He now had to move his left foot to a yellow dot just an inch away from where it originally was.

"Ha! Easy."

Now it was Jennette's turn. Out of the three of them, she was in the most accessible position. She was a simple upright position with her legs slightly spread. Yoongi was hunched over with one hand touching the mat. The spinner was behind her, so she asked Jungkook to flick the spinner for her.

"Ooo, left hand on blue." Nala cheesed.

Jennette gulped, assuming a downward dog position. She could only maintain this position for a few seconds until her right hand could be another circle. Preferably another blue circle. Trying to keep her balance, her hips swayed in the hair. Catching the lingering eyes of Jungkook. From this angle, nothing was stopping Jungkook from staring. Sipping on his beer, he found himself in deep thought.

Did Jennette's butt get bigger?

Jungkook looked like that meme of the woman with math equations floating across her face. The further he lingered on his girlfriend's curves, the more complicated it would be for him to pretend to be expected in front of his friends. But genuinely, he was confused. The loungeset was naturally baggy. Even her pants pooled at her ankles. Yet it appeared to become body-contouring at certain parts. Her thighs and butt to be particular. There was no panty line shown in her pants. Just the upper fatty portion of her behind. It was a sunrise over flat land. All you can see is how big and wide the sun truly is. There are no trees or buildings to shrink the overgrown star.

Her butt must have really gotten bigger.

Letting his impulses get the best of him, Jungkook popped Jennette's behind. The force was enough to get Jennette to break formation, eliminating her from the game.

"Jungkook!"

"One down, one more to go."

"That's not fair!"

"Don't be a sore loser, babe. Come join us at the loser couch."

Hoseok was okay with the obvious Jungkook interference. He was too competitive to care about 'fairness'. Out was out, and he now stood a more substantial chance at winning. In his eyes, Jungkook just helped his case by eliminating Jennette.

" You're the worst." She folded her arms now watching the battle between Yoongi and Hoseok.

<3 <3 <3 <3

"Alright, what is up with you?" Jennette pulled Jungkook into the kitchen away from their friends' sitting, watching a cheesy Hallmark Thanksgiving film.

"What do you mean? I'm not doing anything."

"Your hand was literally down my pants." He wasn't being completely inappropriate. He was tired of massaging the fabric of her lounge pants. He wanted to touch the real thing. He had to ensure that his eyes weren't playing tricks about the actual size of Jennette's ass. So he slid his hand down her pants, rubbing her bare behind.

Jennette stuck her head out, ensuring her friends were still watching the movie. She could see that they were dozing off. Yoongi's eyes were closed, and his baseball cap covered his eyes.

"You don't want me to touch you? That's all you had to say."

"No, it's not that. It's just- well. You are typically more reserved with your touches, especially in front of others."

"You're beauty had just been hitting different baby. I don't want to take it for granted."

"I literally look the same Jungkook."

"Your pants say otherwise. You've been filling out your pants, baby."

"Nig- boy shut up. Stop playing."

"I'm serious. You getting thick on me." Jungkook new what words to blow up Jennette's head with. For all of her adult life, she was on the slimmer side. A 'skinny fat'. The weight that she did gain went to her thighs, skipping her ass entirely. Now hearing from Jungkook that her butt was getting bigger, she was feeling herself.

"Are you sure." She spun around to examine her own butt.

While standing in the kitchen, she fixed herself another scoop of the cheesy pasta that she had yet to finish earlier.

"Before, I only needed one hand, but now I need two. Almost a third hand."

Jennette busted out laughing. Jungkook tapped Jennette's butt rhythmically. Playing with her ass like there were literal bongos (no Cardi or Meg)

Taking her spoon, she gathered a generous amount. She held the spoon ready to feed Jungkook. He opened his mouth and accepted. Moaning at the four different cheeses.

"See? It's so good." She alternated feeding him and herself. Yet again Jungkook's hands found themselves on her butt. Grabbing handfuls of her butt, with not a care in the world.

XOXO

(now cleaned up)

[softshrimpy]

How To Woo A Hot Principal

Step 13: Reconciliation

Summary: Working at the Weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-workers. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.

But truly, when it came to Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

This ones a lil short but things get discussed which is importante. 🦐✨

Tags: @variant-2402 @the-bagel24 @eveymay @kimiinou @muffintopxs @h-doodles @bbykens @lilfartbox1 @bigolgay @winterfireblond @gela123 @i-like-reading @hopelessly-sapphic @alder-saan

(pls let me know if you want to be tagged/ I missed you!)

Chapter 12

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You really should get up. You had been lying on the floor for way too long. You really wanted to get up, really you did. It’s just that you felt so gross and the floor was so cold and so soothing. So really who could blame you?

You were wallowing in your misery rather spectacularly when you heard a sharp knock on your door. It wasn’t Vlad, you had heard him knock earlier and he knocked a lot louder and less sharply. You stayed with your face pressed against the cool floor, hoping whoever it was would just go away. You close your eyes against the nausea and relish in the sweet relief of the tiled floor.

You’re broken from your moment of relief filled wallowing by the sound of the door unlocking and opening, followed by the distinct sound of hurried heeled footsteps against your floor. You hear whoever it is stop in the bathroom doorway. You faintly smell Larissa’s perfume and despite the heartache thoughts of her usually bring, somehow it makes you feel so much better. Gods you wish she were here. She would wrap you in her gorgeous long arms and make you feel safe and okay. You missed her so much.

“Oh darling…” you hear from somewhere above you.

You really weren’t doing well, you were now hallucinating Larissa’s voice. At least it was just her voice though, you would really start to worry if you were hallucinating her touch or-

“Darling? Are you okay? What happened?” The hallucination of Larissa asks as she gently presses the back of her hand to your forehead.

Okay, maybe you’re dying. That’s the obvious answer. Because Larissa would definitely not be here checking up on you. She barely acknowledged your existence so why would she-

“Can you sit up for me honey?” She asks, and really who are you to deny hallucination Larissa?

So you sit up, groaning as you do so and the world spins a little. When you properly blink open your eyes there Larissa is above you, still looking holy and ethereal and wow she’s so pretty. Has she somehow gotten prettier since the last time she was this close to you?

“Was it something you ate darling? What’re you feeling?” She asks, eyes darting around your face.

“I’m fine. It’s just- I’m just nauseous you don’t have to worry it’s fine-“ you try to reassure her.

She frowns at that, stepping out of your vision to fetch a wet cloth. You hear her wetting a towel and then she reappears in front of you, dabbing your forehead gently. You hum, closing your eyes and hoping to stay in this fever dream for a little longer.

“Darling…” she starts, glancing at something you can’t see, “I don’t suppose you took any of those uh…vampire apatite suppressants?”

You groan, opting to cover your face as embarrassment decides to join the emotional cocktail you’ve got going on. You blink away the tears gathering in your eyes, trying and failing to not feel like a complete idiot. You sniff, shrinking further into yourself.

“Darling I’m not upset, I just want to know what’s going on…” she soothes, gently rubbing your arm.

“I-yeah…” you mumble.

“May I ask why? Are you getting enough blood? I can organize-“ she asks.

“No I-everything’s… everything has been great really. Vlad’s been taking good care of me and making sure I'm taking care of myself properly and recovering and all that.” You explain dropping your hands to your knees but still not looking at Larissa.

“Then…why did you-“

“Because I just- I wanted-“ you start, your voice wobbling far more than you’d like it to. “I thought maybe if-if I could just go back to what I was like before then maybe- maybe-“

“Maybe?” She prompts, her heart aching at seeing you so small and insecure.

“Maybe things could go back to how they were. And you- maybe you wouldn’t hate me anymore…” you manage, frustrated at the tears running down your face and the wateriness in your voice.

The bathroom goes silent after that and you feel your heart drop further into your stomach. You shouldn’t have said anything. You were so stupid she obviously didn’t want to talk about it, that’s why she had been avoiding you as long as she had. She didn’t want to be here, she was probably only here because Vlad sent her. She didn’t want anything to do with y-

“Let’s get you somewhere a bit more comfortable alright?” She murmurs, suddenly looking anywhere but at you.

You nod, letting her help you stand as you mentally prepare to lay on your bed and cry for the next five years. She helps you not fall the fuck over as she guides you to the bed. You do your best not to relish the feeling of her arm around your waist(you fail miserably) and try not to breathe so you don’t smell her perfume and burst into tears(you don’t burst into tears but do feel your heart ache like a bitch).

She sits you on your bed, watching as you rather inelegantly shuffle to rest against your pillows, holding your soft bunny to your chest. You mumble a thank you to her, fully expecting her to leave now that she knows you’re fine, just stupid. You squeeze your eyes closed when she turns, cursing your silly little heart for aching so fucking much.

You jump when you feel her sit down on the side of your bed next to you. She sits with her back to you, and you watch as her shoulders drop as she lets out a shaky breath.

“I don’t hate you.” She murmurs, “I could never hate you.”

She shuffles, you guess she’s playing with the rings on her fingers.

“I-God I don’t even know where to start.” She sighs. “I-I was so awful to you that night. The things I said to you, about you. Things I- things that are unforgivable and cruel. I hurt you, terribly so after all you had done for me. You were- you are so lovely and kind and you were everything I’ve ever dreamed of. And I-I threw everything back in your face..”

“And then you-“ she stops, her voice cracking as she bites back a sob, “you were attacked and I didn’t- I thought you were going to die. And the-the last thing I was going to have said to you was- was that you’re a monster.”

“You weren’t that far off…” you mumble.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Larissa asks, turning to face you.

“No I mean- it’s not cause I’m a vampire or anything, I mean I wouldn’t consider Yoko or Vlad a monster but I…I bit you. At the hospital. And I could’ve…I hurt you…” you explain.

Her severe, guarded expression softens at that, her hand coming to rest on your knee before squeezing it.

“That wasn’t your fault darling.”

“But I still hurt you. And I-we don’t know it won’t happen again so I-I am dangerous like you-“

“No,” she stops you, shaking her head, “No that’s not true. Firstly, what happened at the hospital was an accident. And secondly, it only happened because your body had been deprived of blood for a very very long time.”

“How do you know for sure though?” You murmur.

“Do you feel the need to launch yourself at me and bite my neck currently?” She asks.

“Not any more than I used to,” you shrug, “I’m sorry that was- that was inappropriate I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. You’ve done absolutely nothing wrong. Nothing.” She presses.

“Then…why were you avoiding me?” You ask.

You watch as her soft, caring expression falters, a look of deep guilt and shame taking its place. She withdraws her hand from your knee, dropping it to her lap. She dips her head, sniffing before she speaks.

“I thought…well I believed that-that you wouldn’t want anything to do with me after how I treated you,” she manages. “With how awful I was to you that night and then how overbearing I had been at the hospital I thought you’d much prefer if I…stayed away.”

You sigh, shuffling to sit next to her on the side of the bed. You’re sitting close enough that your thighs are touching, the little bit of contact enough to calm your nerves and lingering nausea somewhat.

“Look I won’t pretend what you said didn’t hurt. That wouldn’t be fair to either of us. And I- it still hurts when I think about it, that you thought so little of me…” you start, “But…I mean even Wednesday thought I was suspicious, miss detective extraordinaire.”

She huffs at that, a watery sound that makes your heartache.

“But I don’t want to lose you Larissa,” you press, “I-things won’t be what they were, they can’t be. But we can work on it- on us I-if that’s something you want of course.”

“I don’t deserve another chance,” She whispers.

“Well, I think you do. So please don’t break my heart just because you don’t think you deserve a chance to fix it.”

Silence settles over the two of you. You can’t bring yourself to look at Larissa, afraid you’ve pushed this too far and shoved your foot in your mouth. That’s not to say you regret saying what you did, it had to be said. You’re just scared because you don’t know what she’s feeling or what she’ll do now. You glance at her out of the corner of your eye. She’s clenching her fists rather tightly in her lap, her hands flexing and relaxing every few seconds.

You’re startled when she stands abruptly. She takes a step towards your door and you resign yourself to her leaving. You fight the fresh wave of tears threatening to shed at the thought of everything between you two being over.

But then she turns and she stares down at you with her tear-brimmed, sad eyes and trembling lower lip. And she sinks to her knees in front of you and holds your hands in her shaking ones. You stare down at her with wide eyes.

“I…” she starts, pausing to clear the lump in her throat, “I’m not sure I believe I deserve a second chance. But if-if you are willing to give me another chance I-I would- if you would let me try and fix what I did I-“

She starts crying in earnest at that, pressing her head against your legs. Her shoulders shake with her sobs. You squeeze her hands which are still in yours and you slip off the bed and onto the floor with her.  You wrap your arms around her burying your face in her chest as you cry. Being in her arms still feels like coming home, like safety. She still smelled of jasmine and comfort and home.

And you know in that moment that while things aren’t going to be easy, everything will be okay.

[michelle-is-writing]

Unexpected ch.2, Spencer Reid

Word count: 4.4k~

Read the first part here!

It isn't that hard to lie and say you need an emergency transfer to where your parents live. Thankfully, I'm able to do such a thing and move into a house similar to the last one I had when I lived in Las Vegas. I'm even more thankful to gain a good position at the FBI agency there, but I'm not all too thrilled about having to leave my best friends at Quantico. I knew them for only a short year, but it felt like I knew them forever.

Four months of the same work I once did months before pass, but this time, I've had to do it a bit differently. Instead of being able to travel to other agencies and help review specific cases for them to solve, I'm forced to stay at my agency and continue working there. It turns out the FBI doesn't exactly like their pregnant workers traveling, no matter how far along they are.

In my second month of working, I found out I was pregnant through a sudden spell of vomiting and fever. When one of my co-workers took me to the doctor, they did a blood test, and like any other unsuspecting parent, the news hit me in the face. One night of passion, sadness, and hurt lead to that moment where I was given the two exciting words that I had least expected.

"You're pregnant!"

When I was first given the news, I was excited, and I still am. I've always wanted kids, but I've always wanted to have kids that had a father present in their lives (preferably, in this case, Spencer). Going by the fact that Spencer most likely hates me for my sudden absence from work and leaving in the middle of the night, I can presume he doesn't want anything to do with our baby. Who would? But at the same time, can you blame me for leaving?

I felt alone in a relationship with a guy who acted like he barely knew me when we had known each other for our entire lives. I felt like I knew Spencer like no one else, and vice versa. I was wrong about something I would have bet my life on, and it was absolutely mortifying.

I still love Spencer, and I will never stop loving him. I think out of everything, that's the most painful thing. The high probability that he hates me now comes in second, which is why I haven't told him about my pregnancy. That, and I presume he never wanted kids - so, how can I push that onto him and make him not only hate me but a child he helped create? Why would my child ever deserve that?

Without fail, Penelope has tried to call me once every week ever since I left, and I just can't answer her calls. As stated once before, me leaving out of nowhere is embarrassing. I know that the gang is concerned about me leaving without saying anything, but how can I face them without lying? I can't just tell them I left because I knew Spencer didn't love me like I thought - that would've just added insult to injury.

However, the call Penelope sent this week was followed by two consecutive text messages.

Answer me right now or I will hack into any information about you there is available!

I mean it!

Because I knew she really did mean it, I answered her next call without hesitation.

"Hi, Penelope," I answered her, my voice drained of all emotion. Sitting down on my couch with my phone held against my ear, I placed my free hand over my small baby bump and lightly rub it without even thinking about it. I love my ever-growing child with all of my heart, and I haven't even met the baby boy yet.

"Don't 'hey, Penelope' me!" She almost shouts into my ear, causing me to close my eyes with guilt. "You haven't called, texted, emailed, nothing! You have sent me absolutely nothing explaining why you left! Why did you leave?!"

Her question makes me want to vomit, and I know I can't lie to her. "Spencer and I slept together the night before I left," I explain blatantly, hearing an immediate response only seconds later.

"So what?! Was the sex lousy? Did he not do it right?" Her questions roll off her tongue without pausing. "You have to teach the boy! He hasn't had that much experience in the past years, so you have to give him pointers and-"

"Pen, he couldn't get Maeve off his mind," I cut her off, tears rolling down my cheeks. As much as I'd love to laugh at Penelope's usual actions, I can't when I'm thinking about that night. "H-he mentioned her right after we were done, and I realized I would never be enough for him. I-I just couldn't face him after that, Pen; I just couldn't."

Unlike last time, Penelope halts her words before letting out a single-word response. "Oh," She mutters, every ounce of anger or frustration gone from her voice. She knew how I felt about Spencer and how I had always felt about him, even when we were younger.

A few more seconds pass before she speaks up again, her voice now a bit quieter. "But why couldn't you call me back or anything? Why'd you have to ignore me?"

Penelope's softly spoken words break my heart, and with the already falling tears, I can't hold back the new ones that arise. Biting my lip to prevent myself from sobbing out-loud, I take my hand away from my belly and raise it to cover my mouth. I never wanted to hurt anyone - I truly didn't - so, it hurts to hear that I ended up doing so anyway.

"Penelope, I'm pregnant," I shakily confess, shaking my head as I continually cry. "And I couldn't tell you, or Spencer, or anyone, because Spencer never wanted any kids! He never wanted me, Pen!"

Every word that leaves my lips is followed by my hands waving around frantically as I close my eyes with a shake of my head. It physically hurts to admit all of this to Penelope. Not only does it hurt, but it's embarrassing. I'm by myself with no one around me, the only guy I've ever loved doesn't want me, and I'm pregnant and scared to death. I have never felt so alone in my life, and it sucks.

"...Does he know?" Penelope asks, making me instantly sober up.

"NO!" I nearly shout, my eyes shooting open. "No, Pen, you cannot tell him! Whatever, you do, do. not. tell. him!"

"But, he deserves to know, (Y/n)!" Penelope argues, making me cry even more. She just said the same thing I've been debating with myself over the past two months, and to hear her say it makes me want to just fall asleep and forget about my problems. She's right, and I know it.

"He. doesn't. want. kids. Pen!" I repeat myself, placing my hand to my forehead. "And he doesn't want me either!"

"(Y/n), he does! He does want you!" Penelope tells me, making me shake my head. "When you left, he didn't talk to anyone. He just... he shrank into himself and never came back out! When we saw that you had transferred to the Las Vegas Unit, Spencer submitted transfer papers! Just to be with you!" Her words shoot right through me, making me pause in my actions as my eyes go wide. "He got denied, and when you didn't respond to my calls or his calls, he thought... he thought you didn't love him."

"Oh, God," I mutter, shaking my head. "I never stopped loving him, Pen - how could I? H-how could he think that?" I ask, not expecting an answer back from Penelope. "I tried to do everything I could to make him feel loved, to let him know I loved him and only him!"

Leaning my head back against the couch, I sink further into the plush material with a sigh. "When in reality, I was the one who never got anything like that back," I explain, my voice slow and calm now that I've let out the things I've been holding back on saying for months now. "I was the one who felt like I was never good enough no matter what I did or how hard I'd try... I would always be second-best - and that was that."

"If only you know how wrong you are, (Y/n)," Penelope tells me, sounding like she's crying too. "I-I know you won't believe me, but none of what you are saying is true. Absolutely none of it," She adds, "Spencer loves you with every ounce of his being, and you are not second-best to him."

"Pen..." I drag on, sighing.

"I know you don't believe me, but you have to," She states, before letting out a sigh. "I miss you, girl-genius, and I want to come and see you," Penelope confesses, making me lightly smile. "I miss our fashion conversations and shopping trips, and I've been sad the entire time you've been gone!"

Once all of her words process through my mind, I smile fully. Despite the shit that I've done, she's still the same fun-loving, girly-girl Penelope that I was close to in Quantico, and somehow, we're still close.

"I miss you too, Pen," I tell her, placing my hand back on top of my risen belly. In response, two little feet kick against my hand, making me smile. "I... I'm off for the next couple weeks if you want to come and see me," I tell her, "I think I'd like it if my baby boy met his aunty."

As soon as the words leave my lips, Penelope gasps. "You're having a boy?" She asks gently, making me giggle. I guess I didn't include that when I first told her. "That's it - I'll be coming in on Friday!"

I grin. "Don't rent a hotel room!" I tell her, standing from the couch to walk into the extra room in my house. I didn't think I'd be having anybody stay over for a while, so I didn't put any sheets or pillows on the guest bedroom bed. "I have a guest room here at my place, so don't waste any money on a room."

"Okay, okay!" She cheers, making me smile even more. "I'll get a flight and be over there in no time. I love you, and I'll see you then!"

With that, I tell her I love her back and we hang up. With my phone now in my hand rather than pressed against my ear, I move to sit on the mattress and sigh. I wasn't expecting Penelope to say everything she did, nor did I expect her to be so forgiving of me. Although, it is Penelope we're talking about here, and I don't think there's ever been a moment in her life where she wasn't understanding. I told her my problems, and in spite of loving Spencer like a brother, she listened to me and understood where I was coming from.

"I'm sorry you had to hear what your mummy told Aunt Pen," I apologize to my bump, my hand still resting against it. "Your daddy really is a great guy with a big heart, but mummy wasn't meant for him," Despite my heart cracking as I mutter these words, I smile and circle my hand around my bump. "However, mummy knows that you and I are meant to be, and no matter what, you will always be my little boy."

With Penelope calling me on Wednesday night, I didn't have to wait long for her arrival. I even went out and bought some lilac sheets for the bed so she could be on new ones, and I also got a pair of peacock themed earrings for her while I was out. I have to admit I'm a bit excited to see what she has to say about the nursery I've put together myself. I painted the walls with pale blue paint and then stenciled ducks throughout the middle of the wall. The furniture is all made out of a Walnut wood shade, and the curtains match the walls with a yellow ribbon holding them together.

On Friday night, I put everything together for Penelope's arrival and smile to myself. A part of me wants to believe it's just her that's coming, but another part of me is telling me that she's bringing Spencer with her. I'm partially scared, but at the same time, I'm not. What happens, happens... and there's nothing I can do about it.

Hearing a knock at the door, I close the kitchen drawer I'm currently digging into and move onto the next one. "Come in!" I shout, digging through the mess of kitchen utensils to find the pair of earrings I bought for Penelope. What interrupts me is two little feet kicking me as I do so, making me stop and place a hand to my belly. "Not now, little one!" I whisper with a smile, feeling my baby boy halt in his kicking. I can only hope he'll be willing to listen to me like this when he gets older.

Just as I find the black gift bag with the peacock themed jewelry in it, I hear my apartment door open and close. It isn't a peppy voice that I hear a few seconds later, and instead, a voice that I've wanted to hear for what feels like such a long time. Now that I hear him speak, I realize my mother's intuition has already kicked in.

"You know," the deep, yet boyish voice begins, making me stop moving. "Standing for long lengths of time can slow down the growth of a fetus, and cause premature birth as well as prolonged pain in the lower back."

A few moments pass before I slowly place the jewelry on my kitchen counter and turn around to see Spencer standing a few feet away from me, his hands wrestling with each other. Despite my mind telling me not to, my body takes charge, and I look into Spencer's eyes to see him gazing at me with glossed-over eyes. Once he sees my bump, his mouth lightly drops. "You..." He begins, holding a hand out. "You look amazing."

Leaning back against the counter behind me, I look away and harshly swallow, my throat feeling like it's being squeezed closed. "Spence..." I say the name I've always called him, but nothing follows it. I don't know what to say to Spencer at this moment, and going by the short silence that follows, he doesn't either.

"Why..." he starts, making me look back at him. This time, his tears are falling down his face freely. "Why didn't you tell me?" He finally asks, gently shaking his head. He truly doesn't realize, and even if I tell him, I don't think he'd understand.

"I know why you left," He explains, walking toward me with unsure steps. "And I-I realize that it was so stupid to talk about Maeve after we... we-we," Spencer stutters, making me shake my head as I bite my lip. "I never meant to send you away, (Y/n); I never wanted you to leave," He confesses, a tear trailing down his cheek. "That was the last thing I wanted you to do."

Once again, in spite of every signal my mind is sending me, I watch myself step forward and wipe Spencer's fallen tears away, his head leaning into my touch as I do so. With tears gathering in my eyes, I watch with bleary vision as Spencer lets out a shaky sigh before looking down at my bump and gently smiling. "It-It's mine," He states the obvious, making me smile as the tears finally fall.

Leaving my hand against the side of his face, I take his hand into my free hand and place it against my stomach, his warm fingers pressing against my belly with a softness I've never felt from him. "He is yours," I explain, emphasizing the sex to him. Instantly, he picks up on it and lets out a short noise of happiness, making me want to hug him to death, but I don't think I can handle that at this moment.

"Spencer, do you... do you want me? Have you... have you ever wanted me?" I ask him, his eyes instantly flickering up to meet mine.

"Every day of my life, yes," Spencer tells me, nodding his head up and down repeatedly. "My words to you about Maeve w-were not an attempt to tell you otherwise, I promise you," Watching as he shakes his head, I see him visibly struggle to swallow. "I just needed to get that out, and with you, I felt like I could tell you anything," He confesses, a few seconds passing before he shakes his head again. "And I felt that if I didn't let out my feelings, I wouldn't be able to move on, and then I wouldn't be able to give you all of me in my entirety because there is nothing I want more than that."

More tears sliding down his face, he leans down and lays his head against mine. Meanwhile, the tears haven't stopped falling from my eyes either, and even though I've felt hurt by Spencer for these past few months, I know he's telling me the truth. "I want you, (Y/n); you're all I've ever wanted," He tells me, crying even more as he shakes his head. "If you would have told me that I messed up that night by saying the stuff I did that bothered you, I would have apologized until the end of time for you. I would've done anything just to get you to stay."

At this moment, I feel guilty for not only what I've put myself through for these last months, but Spencer as well. I'm glad that he understands why I felt the way I did, but what I'm unhappy about is the fact that I was the one who wasn't understanding. For five seconds, if I had seen the difference in how he said his last words to me rather than what he was saying, we wouldn't be in this predicament. We wouldn't have been without each other, and we wouldn't have gone through so much by ourselves with no one to fall back on.

"If I wasn't pregnant with your baby," I start, my voice wary and slow. "Would you have still come back for me?" I ask, pulling my head away from his to look up at him.

In response, Spencer simply smiles and nods. "Even if you had left in the morning and told me goodbye, and you came here without our son growing inside you, I would have still fought for you with my life," He confesses, still smiling. "When I was young, I was stupid and I let you go without a fight," Spencer then shakes his head. "I don't want to do that again - I can't do that again."

Once again, I know that what Spencer's telling me is completely truthful and coming from his heart. For once, he isn't saying statistics or facts about what is going on around him, and instead, he's speaking up about himself and how he feels. He's not reading from a textbook or informative journal - it's all coming from him.

"I don't want you to do that again either, Spencer," I admit, welcoming his arm as he wraps them around my waist and slowly pulls me close. With my bump pressed against his practically non-existent stomach, I smile, feeling two little feet kick in response. My boy has never reacted like this when I've hugged people in the past - maybe he somehow knows who I'm hugging, and perhaps he's excited.

"I love you, (Y/n)," Spencer states, his other hand coming up to hold my cheek. Looking up at him, I see tears still flowing down his cheeks like before, although there are fewer this time around as his smile remains on his lips. "I love you so much, and I want you to see that so badly."

Spencer Reid - the man who avoids drama at all costs, rarely takes risks, isn't too great with social interaction, and who doesn't always show his emotions - is currently standing in my kitchen with his arms holding me close to him as he confesses his true feelings. At the same time, he's interacting with our son in ways he doesn't even know about, and for once, he's fighting for me by taking a six-hour flight to get to me and try to win me back. At this point, I never realized that it's something I've wished for with all my heart ever since I left.

"I do see it, Spence," I tell him, giving him a tearful smile. "I see it right now as we speak, and I see it looking back too," I add on, watching as his face never changes at my words. He probably doesn't believe me, or he doesn't want to because he's mad at himself for waiting for so long to do such a thing. "I see everything, Spencer, and I will always love you too," This time, my words do make a change occur, and I'm thankful to see it's a positive one. "Besides, I always have."

In response, his smile widens before he leans forward and plants his lips against mine. However, the kiss doesn't last long as Spencer soon pulls away and pushes his head into my neck. "Please, forgive me," He pleads, sounding broken like before. "Please, please, please," Spencer repeats the word over and over again until I speak up.

"Baby, I forgave you long ago," I tell him, only to earn a head shake in response.

"No, no, not just for this," Spencer murmurs, raising his head from my neck. Leaning above me, Spencer stares into my eyes while gently swaying us in our embrace. I don't think he knows he's doing it.

"Back when we still lived here in Las Vegas, I-I moved everything out of the apartment without telling you. I was in a rush to get moved into my dorm while moving my mom into Bennington that all I left was a note, a stupid note!"

Every word that leaves his lips afterward doesn't reach my ears. He left me a note? When I went into the empty apartment, there was absolutely nothing in there! If there was a note, then I surely would have seen it.

"Spencer," I cut him off from his rambling, and for once, he stops speaking. Turning my eyes up to his, I gently shake my head. "There was no note in the apartment. I-I went in, and every-single-thing was gone; it felt like you wanted me to feel forgotten, and it hurt."

Once I'm done speaking, Spencer leans down and places another kiss to my lips, apologies following afterward just like before. "I promise you, I left a note - I swear I did!" Spencer's words come out in a rush as if he were scared that I wouldn't believe him.

"It's okay, Spencer. I believe you," I assure him, nodding. "The owners of the apartment probably came by and cleaned up since there was absolutely nothing left - no furniture, pictures, curtains, nothing."

At that, Spencer shakes his head with squinted eyes. He then goes to say something, but quickly cuts himself off with a sigh. "No matter what, I love you - I loved you back then too," He confesses, his eyes flashing over to mine. "I thought for the longest time that you wanted nothing to do with me, hence why you never tried to see me."

If only he knows how far that is from the truth. For so long, I tried to find him. I searched everywhere online, but nothing ever came up except for old news articles about how smart of a kid he was. It wasn't until I joined the BAU that I realized why his online presence was so scarce - it was for his protection.

"I searched for you for a long time," I tell him, smiling at him as I reach up to cup his cheek. "But, I could never find anything on you. I never thought to look at our employee list though."

Laughing at my words, Spencer shakes his head at the irony before sighing once again. "I looked for you too, but I always got scared when I found you," He confesses, shaking his head. "I didn't think you'd want me meddling in your life."

Just like before, his words break my heart. There are too many damn things that have gone wrong in our relationship that could have been solved way before now. "Let's... let's not let another misunderstanding ruin our relationship again - please," I plead, wanting nothing more but to be close with Spencer without anything holding us back.

Liking the idea, Spencer smiles back and nods. "Let's," He agrees, leaning forward to plant his lips onto mine. As soon as he does, the baby boy in my belly begins kicking again, prompting me to place both of Spencer's hands on my stomach. Feeling his son kick, Spencer pulls away from the kiss to let out a mix of a surprised gasp/laugh, making me giggle with him. "I love you," He tells me, turning his smiling face back to me with happiness written all over it.

Smiling back, I lean farther into him with his hands still pressed against my swollen tummy, my head leaning against his chest. "I love you too," I respond, feeling as if the only things around me that matter are Spencer and our son.

Thanks to Penelope (who I doubt is even coming down here and is probably waiting for me to return to Quantico), I finally get to be with the person I feel to be my soulmate, once and for all.

This may not have been the way I wanted to start a family, but I can't say I'm ungrateful for us now. Finally, after so many years, things are cleared up and no longer blocking the possibility of Spencer and I loving each other. For once, we finally get to be with each other in peace and utter devotion - nothing else.

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"Late-Afternoon Meeting" (Reagan Ridley x Gender Neutral Reader One-shot)

The straps of your mini backpack crumpled under your strong grip, and the robotic tentacle-like arm system you had within it struggled to stay inside it's tiny prison with your growing nervousness. You took a huff of air, which immediately went to waste when you screamed as someone suddenly grabbed your shoulder.

"Oh! Sorry- I'm really sorry, haha. Didn't think you'd react like that..." Brett, who's been your co-worker for the past few months, said with a regretful frown. He made a sad attempt at finger-gunning you before dropping one of his hands and rubbing his neck at the grimace worn on your face.

You sighed at his pitiful expression, before speaking up. "It's- It's fine Brett. I'm just kind of nervous right now." As you said this, your eyes cautiously wondered towards the double-doors in front of you.

"Oh, is this about the whole 'Reagan wants you in her lab later' thing? Cause if that's with this is about then I really don't think you need to worry!" He then proceeded to whisper not so discreetly into his hand, "Not that much at least."

You made a deadpan face at his unhelpful words, turning your head towards the entrance to Reagan's lab once more. You weren't scared of her, really! It's just that the way she always seemed to be glaring at you, not to mention always trying to one-up up you as if your lives were a constant competition, didn't exactly make you comfortable.

As if he could feel the anxiety pouring out of you, which he probably could, Brett gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Hey, don't worry too much! I mean, legally - Reagan isn't allowed to kill you." He said with a carefree smile, as if that'd make you feel any better. Instead you gave him a nasty side eye, watching as he scrambled to correct himself.

"I mean- Reagan's a nice person! Once you get to know her, which can take a while - but she's a nice person either way! You've got this broham!" He gave you an unconvincing thumbs up before running off in an awfully panicked manner for someone who considered Reagan to be 'harmless'. You couldn't blame him though, you feel bad for whoever will have to clean up your remains.

Taking one more deep breath - which this time didn't go to waste - you carefully opened Reagan's lab doors. And with a nonchalant 'come in' from Reagon herself, you stepped into the lion's den.

You could feel the way the air shifted as she stared up at you from one of her many desks, and when she put down the wire she was inserting to a coordinate frame of a robot, your breath hitched. "Right on time, although I thought you'd be a little earlier, this works out either or." She picked up a peculiar piece of metal as she made her way towards your form.

Reagan wiped one of her hands on her lab coat, avoiding eye contact like she always did, only this time her face was a little red. You raised a brow at her abnormal behavior, eyeing the steel piece in her hand, watching as she brought it closer to your face.

"Okay so, we both know that we match each other in our level of robotics, but-" she let out an almost aggressive sigh, "I was thinking about your technique and I found it to be, how do I say this? Interesting- I guess?" She briefly met your eyes, her glare harsher than it usually was.

"Look, what I'm trying to say is- I may have - kind of - replicated your style of robotics and created a prototype of some sort." She said the last bit in a fast paced fit of embarrassment, though your eyes could only focus on the piece of equipment in front of you.

It was just the end effector of an arm, but it seemed to sparkle with magic as you brought it closer to your eyes. "Wow, you made this, Reagan? It really does look similar to mine." You whispered in amazement.

"Pshh- I could make way better," She let her gaze fall onto your own, despite the fact that yours was still locked in on her creation. "But it is fun to experiment every once and a while." She let a gentle smile adorn her face.

"Are you going to make more? If you are, I could give you some blueprints so that you can really replicate my style?" Your eyes practically formed stars with your newfound excitement. Jumping in place, eagerly awaiting Reagan's answer while keeping the end effector safe in your hands.

Reagan held back a laugh at your animated demeanor, shaking her head almost fondly. "Maybe some other time, but uh- I actually wanted to ask you something." She patted her hands against her sides awkwardly, trying and failing to find the right words to express herself.

"I wanted to- I wanted us to- I don't know, do something? Together? Like an activity of some sort?" She hated the words that came out of her mouth, but anything was better than nothing, so she tried not to dawdle on her grievances.

You stared at her in confusion. Reagan? THE Reagan wanted to spend some time away from work to spend some time with YOU? Was this another run-in with her 'dating-robot-self'? You quickly did a once-over of her, seeing no shine on her skin, meaning this was definitely your Reagan.

"Uh, like a date?" Reagan's eyes widened and she instantly went to defend herself as if you had insulted her entire bloodline. Although, in reality she probably wouldn't care that much.

"NO! No- no of course not! Haha, I mean no way, you-" She lightly punched your arm. "-silly goose!"

The two of you stood in awkward silence, with Reagan's arm still extended from hitting you.

"Okay, yeah it's kind of a date, but- it's more like hanging out, y'know? Like those people with super close acquaintances do?"

You narrowed your eyes at her, "You mean friends?" She sighed.

"Yeah."

A warm smile made its way into your face, and you let out a laugh. "Man, if you wanted to hang out you didn't have to make everything feel so ominous!" You carefully set the steel end effector on one of Reagan's many desks, before making your way to her lab doors.

"What? What was ominous about it?" She stared up at you in confusion, a smile on her face nonetheless.

"You know- the whole 'always glaring at me thing' and the 'always trying to one-up me as if we're mortal enemies or something'! That wasn't exactly inviting." You let out an near sad laugh.

Reagan's smile faltered as the two if you continued to walk, entering the lift that would take you to the fake building entrance for Cognito Inc.

"Glaring at you? I don't think I was. I mean, admittedly I do stare at you a lot, but I'm not glaring!" Your cheeks warmed as she spoke, thinking about the implications of her words.

"And I'm not trying to one-up you! I'm just- trying to impress you, I guess. I've never actually met someone similar to me that I like." She let out a laugh, staring towards the ground as you focused on just her.

"You like me?"

Her eyes widened to the size of saucers, turning her head towards you so quickly you thought it'd spin right off. She opened her mouth, probably to defend herself again, but she seemed to realize something as she closed it instead.

"I guess I do, yeah?" She laughed again, this time a laugh filled with a warmth that matched her rosy cheeks. And as the Cognito Inc. doors closed behind you both, you realized it was a face you had never seen Reagan make.

"Well, I think I like you too." Reagan looked back at you, at first in shock, which then shifted to befuddled relief.

"That's... good? I'm not sure how to respond to something like that." You only took your eyes off her when you saw your bus pulling up.

"Well, maybe you should get used to it, I'll see you on our date, Reagan. Bye!" You frantically waved at her as you ran towards your bus. Watching as she slowly raised her hand to wave back, moving it back and forth in a state near of awe.

Watching as you hopped into your ride, Reagan let out a breath of shock. Out of all the ways this day could've ended, this had to be the best outcome. But as she thought about it more, she realized she didn't even have your number.

She laughed, punching the air violently as she made her way to her car. Oh well, she'd just ask Gigi for it.

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best years ♡ kozume kenma + hinata shoyo

soulmate au where on your 18th birthday, two letters show up on your skin, showing the initials of your soulmate. cw ; an abundance of pet-names used , could b ooc , kenma and shoyo are also soulmates

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It’s Akaashi that calls you for that weekend’s plans. You wake up Tuesday morning, expecting nothing new ; nothing out of your every day schedule. The call comes during your lunch, your drink half-way to your lips when Keiji! flashes on the screen.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” A teasing grin is on your lips as you set your drink down. A small laugh echoes from his side of the phone and your grin widens.

“The boys have come up with a plan.” Akaashi replies. He sighs into the receiver and you can see him leaning against his chair so clearly. “They want to get some volleyball players together for a reunion. Ko’s idea, of course. He’s really excited.”

“I can imagine,” you hum. “Why did you call me, then?”

Akaashi lets out a scoff, “you’re invited, obviously.”

“I wasn’t a player, Keiji.”

“No,” he sighs again, “but you were there for every game. You’re an honorary Fukurodani member. Thought you knew that.”

You click your tongue at his flattery. Akaashi pauses and then clears his throat before continuing to speak. “Kenma will be there. And a few out of town players. If that… makes you more interested.”

“You’re horrible!” you whisper into the phone. Biting your bottom lip, you peer around your desk, making sure none of your co-workers are listening in on your conversation. “That was years ago.”

Keiji hums, the sound of his chair squeaking echoes into the receiver — he’s swinging back-and-forth idly, it seems. “So, you’re saying them being there doesn’t influence you in any way?”

You gulp, the two letters on your collarbone burning as your thoughts swirl. You rub them absentmindedly, dazed as high school memories bounce around your mind with the reminder of how it felt to have a crush. How it felt to love freely — to explore the butterflies that trampled in your stomach and to see through the rose-tinted lenses that colored your every move.

But, that was all before your eighteenth birthday ; before your soulmate was revealed.

“If I show up,” you hope Akaashi doesn’t notice how tense your voice sounds now. He doesn’t speak as you pause, allowing you to collect your thoughts. “It’ll be because you asked me. Not anything else.”

His smug grin is audible as he replies, “whatever you say, [name]. I’ll see you then.”

——♡——

Tugging on your outfit of choice, you let out a breath full of nerves as you look over yourself once more. Not a single hair is out of place — all of the accessories you dragged out match perfectly and your shoes are comfortable enough to stand in for a while. A glance at your collarbone reassures you that the powder you smeared across the initials kept it hidden.

One less thing for you to worry about, at least.

A horn honks outside and a grin falls onto your lips as you rush out, hastily throwing your overnight bag in the trunk before falling into the arms that wrap around you. Kuroo grins as he squeezes your waist one last time before opening the door for you. “Been so long, [name]. How did we survive this long?”

You roll your eyes fondly as you click your seatbelt into place. “It’s been, like, three days. We got coffee the other day.”

“So long!” Kuroo whines as he starts his car. In the backseat, Lev is snoozing away on his sister’s shoulder. You send a wave her way, watching as she takes close up, unflattering pictures of Lev’s drooling face. She wiggles her fingers at you excitedly — another hug was coming your way, you knew. “Can’t believe you said yes to ‘Kashi’s invite and not mine.”

“Why would I ever say yes to you?” As the traffic light turns red, Kuroo turns to glare your way. Your giggle harmonizes with Alissa’s easily — the sound takes you back to high school and the games you’d sit at together. “I don’t even get why I’m invited, but whatever.”

Kuroo shrugs, soon pulling into the restaurant’s parking lot. “Think we’re friends and enjoy your company, or somethin’.”

Bokuto is the next one who pulls you into a crushing hug, swaying you side to side as he blubbers about finally seeing you again. You let out a laugh — you’d seen each other a week ago. He was still just as dramatic as Kuroo, it seemed.

A splotch of red catches your attention as more people come to greet you. Hinata Shoyo is at the bar, a grin on his face as he exchanges conversation with the person beside him. He’s just as bright as he’d always been ; just as enticing and pretty as giggles fall from his lips. Your throat suddenly feels dry — was that his soulmate? The one that’s made for him? It had to be ; with the easy conversation and flirtatious touches that were exchanged. 

“[Name],” a voice calls from behind you. He’s soft-spoken ; quiet and nonchalant as a hand rests on your shoulder. Kenma tilts his head, blinking slowly as your throat grows dryer. His hair has grown out, meeting his shoulders as it’s pulled back in a loose bun. “It’s nice seeing you.”

“Hey—” your voice cracks. Clearing your throat, you ignore the heat that rises up your neck and turn to face him fully instead. “Keiji said you were coming, but I wasn’t sure if you ‘d changed your mind.” 

Kenma hums, his hand falling from your shoulder to squeeze your hand lightly before his touch disappears. He sticks his hands in his pockets, golden gaze drifting across the restaurant restlessly. “Thought it would be… interesting to join.” 

A body is slammed into your back within the next second, arms latching onto your torso and squeezing you to them. Kenma grins for a split second before it settles into a small tilt on the right side of his mouth. A nose is nuzzled into your spine, “[name]! I didn’t even see you come in!”

“Hi, Sho,” you breathe. The red head loops around so that he’s holding your front now, his right arm shooting out to gather Kenma into the embrace. “You were— a little preoccupied when I got here.”

The blond across from you smirks at the dip in your voice, scanning your miffed expression and hiding his amusement. You were jealous — clearly — at Hinata and his charms. The red head frowns your way, “really? Still would’ve noticed you, I think.” 

“Guess not,” you grin. Your group gathers, sitting at the largest table that was offered. Laughter and endless chatter bounce off of the walls, drinks clinking together whenever someone would decide it’s time to cheers. Misjudging just how much you were drinking, soon the world was swirling and the colors were blending together. 

“Careful, sweetheart,” Kenma murmurs into your ear. You finish chugging the drink in your hand, beating Atsumu at a drinking contest. “Should start slowing down, hm?”

You shake your head, scrunching your nose, “‘m fine! All good here!”

Hinata chuckles, taking a sip of his own drink as he exchanges a look with the gamer as you gossip with Bokuto. The drinks have officially settled into your system now, blurring the world around you and muting any background noises. Heavy eyes blink at Bokuto as he continues to speak, leaning on the palm of your right hand. Hinata is to your left, finishing up his own drink — the alcohol hadn’t hit him yet [it probably wouldn’t ever] — Kenma sipping on his water to your right.

“Time to head home.” Akaashi calls quietly. He and Kuroo are the other two who are sober, fondly smiling at the rest of you. He taps Bokuto on the shoulder gently, receiving a whine in response. “We’ve rented a house for everyone for the weekend. Figured this would happen.”

Everyone stands up, some leaving to their own homes while the rest follow behind Akaashi diligently. Kenma waits by the door as Shoyo wakes you up, helping you stand. He smiles tenderly at the sleepy pout on your lips, “c’mon, pretty. Time to go.”

“We’ll walk back,” Kenma speaks. His hands are in his pockets again, hair tucked behind his ear as he smiles at the way you’re leaning on Hinata. “Isn’t too far. If you both don’t mind?”

The sky is clear as you walk, a small breeze drifting through the street. The weather is chilly, but warm enough that you aren’t shivering and your teeth aren’t chattering. You grab Shoyo’s hand, lacing your fingers through Kenma’s right after as you start to hum. 

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,” you slur out. Swinging your entwined hands, you raise your head so that you’re facing the sky. Kenma shares a grin with the red-head as you continue the children’s song. “Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

“Only hiccuped once, angel.” Shoyo tugs on your hand. You grin his way, eyes closing with how wide you smile. He looks to Kenma, “time for bed for this one, I think.”

Kenma nods fondly as you race to the house that’s come into view, hopping onto a still-drunk Bokuto. He cheers joyfully as the two of you babble — your words have stopped slurring, but you’re still not making much sense. The gamer sighs, “not much has changed, huh?”

Shoyo grins, “not much at all.”

You’re sharing a room with Kenma. Which is completely fine — it’s roomy enough for both of you to be comfortable. But, you still gulp at the thought of him being so close — all night. Hinata is in the room across from yours with Atsumu, the latter already snoring as you bid Shoyo goodnight.

An oversized, older Fukurodani shirt is thrown over your torso, sleep shorts snug underneath as you brush your teeth. Now that the alcohol’s haze is gone, you feel sleepy ; lucid as you get ready for bed.

Kenma is playing with his gaming console when you enter, glancing at you briefly with a smile before looking back down at his game. You nod in agreement — decorating a house or two sounded so fun right now.

But the silence surrounding the both of you wasn’t comfortable. It was tense — eerie — as shy glances were exchanged. You cleared your throat once, then again as Kenma made no move. You pursed your lips, getting a stupid, bad idea, but going with it anyways. 

“Kozume.”

You’re on your back within the next second, blond hair blocking your face from anything else. Kenma is hovering above you, hands on either side of your head.

“Wanna try that again?”

Before you know it, shy giggles are peeling from your lips as your cheeks heat up drastically. The drinks you’d had earlier had melted away — no longer settled in your stomach — but some of the effects still lingered.

“Kenma,” you coo out. He grins at this, peering down at you with a visible flush. You want to curl your arms around his neck ; ache to bring him close enough to taste. You bite your lip instead, “why are you so quiet?”

“I’m always quiet, sweetheart.” You heave in a breath at the pet-name, grin splitting your face into two. Kenma tilts his head, “jus’ thinking of some things.”

“Like what?” As you shuffle, your shirt slips over your shoulder. Your tattoo was now bare for him to see — bare from the powder you’d applied and free for him to look over. It seems to knock the both of you out of your pink bubble, the reminder of soulmates. Kenma scoots onto his knees, eyes on the floor as he grabs his game once more. You frown, fixing your shirt as you sit up. “Um— what are you playing?”

“Unnamed Animal Game.”

“Oh!” you perked up immediately, scooting closer so that you could peer over his shoulder. “I was just about to play that, too.”

Kenma is the one watching over your shoulder now, watching as you chose to design houses instead of play normally. He lets out a snort, “your island is worse than Shoyo’s and he hasn’t been playing as long.”

Sitting up straight, your eyes widen at Kenma’s words. “Shoyo plays this? And hasn’t added me?!” 

You frown, fighting with your blankets to stomp your way to Hinata’s room. Atsumu is still snoring when you creak the door open, the light from Hinata’s phone glowing on his cheeks. He looks up at you and grins, rushing to you quietly as you gesture him your way. Shoyo closes the door behind him, gathering you in his arms before pushing you back to your room gently. “What are we doing? Sleepover? This is so fun!”

“He didn’t bring it with him,” Kenma speaks up, eyes on his game once more. He glances up at both of you with a half-smile, “can’t play with him now.”

“Shoyo!” your voice teeters on the edge of becoming whiny, going up an octave as you flop onto the bed beside Kenma. “You haven’t added me on Unnamed Animal Game? Thought we were closer than that.” To add a dramatic flare, you let out a little sniffle.

Hinata falls onto the bed beside you, pulling you to his chest and giving you a nice squeeze. He’s warm — comforting in every sense of the word as he allows you to settle against him. “Of course we’re close. Maybe not as we were, but…”

A part of you feels bad, knowing you’d just been joking. But, Shoyo’s voice is solemn now, matching the frown Kenma isn’t trying to hide. You look up from his chest, eyes bouncing between the both of them before settling on Kenma’s hands. He’s holding one of Hinata’s, his console long forgotten as he reaches to hold your hand, too. “We can be like that again, you know. People drift and come back all the time.”

“It was right when we got our names, huh?”

You freeze at Kenma’s observation, clutching his hand tighter before letting out a breath and relaxing. Hinata’s thumb rubs against your hip as you sink further into his chest. The blond smiles at you both before speaking again, ”A soulmate shouldn’t keep us from being friends.”

“Or two.” Shoyo says it casually, but you can feel your heart speed up at the implication. He squeezes you once more, his hand tugging Kenma closer. “I— think I have two soulmates. Always have.” 

Your collarbone tingles ; burns as Kenma lays behind you now. Hinata’s right arm is draped around your waist, still clinging to the gamer’s hand. Kenma has let go of your hand in order to snuggle against the back of your neck, drawing you closer with Shoyo’s grip. The blond sighs, “N and S. Those are my letters — that’s my name.”

“K and N,” Shoyo is bouncing his leg now. He taps your hip, “And I’d bet yours is S and K, hm?”

“This is real?” You breathe out. Kenma pulls you closer as Hinata’s hold grows tighter. “We’re soulmates?” A break of silence and then — “how can we be so sure?”

“I think we’ve always known. Unconsciously.” Kenma nods slowly, reassuring himself of what he was saying. “Since we met.”

“But, we can talk more in the morning,” Hinata pulls the comforter over the three of you. You snuggle deeper into his chest as Kenma nuzzles his nose further into your hair. Placing a kiss on your cheek, then leaning over to give the blond one as well, he lets out a content sigh. “I’m pretty sure we’re right, though. Destined, as they say.”

Kenma lets out a chuckle that vibrates all the way down your spine. “Tomorrow, Sho. Sleep now.”

You click your tongue, ready to argue even though your eyes have slid shut. “What do you know about sleeping early?”

Hinata lets out a giggle before settling down. “Shh! Goodnight now, my loves!”

——♡—— this got sm longer than i expected it to?? but we're halfway done i think! airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

[silverynight]

Maid cafe for pro heroes

If he's being honest, the job is definitely not that bad. The pay is excellent and he gets to meet pro heroes all the time. The only thing Izuku doesn't enjoy that much is wearing that maid outfit, not because of the outfit itself, it's not uncomfortable and he might even say it's cute, but Izuku is sure he looks ridiculous in it.

Besides, for some reason the outfit he was given is shorter than the others and the stockings are a little bit too tight for his legs. However, his boss has told him she can't give him another one, she even insists that's the perfect one for him.

After a few weeks, he starts getting used to it...

Besides, the pro heroes who stay at the cafe always tell him he looks good; they seem to like the maid outfit for some reason.

Of course, not everything is perfect, as he realizes one day in which the only pro hero he was afraid to see walks right inside with a couple of other heroes he recognizes immediately.

He thinks about leaving them to one of his co-workers, but it seems he's the only one free at the moment and he's pretty sure Pinky spots him almost immediately (she's been there a couple of times already).

"Don't make that face, Blasty!" She chuckles. "You're gonna love this place. Oh, Midoriya!"

Izuku decides to pretend he doesn't recognize Dynamight, like he doesn't remember he was his childhood friend until he started ignoring him and sometimes push him around when he was with the other kids. No, he definitely doesn't remember the day he had to move out or that, for some reason, Katsuki was absolutely furious with him that day. Izuku never understood that.

"Welcome to the maid cafe for pro heroes!" He smiles, as he purposely ignores Katsuki, who suddenly gasps as soon as he sees him. "It's nice to see you again, Ashido-sama."

Pinky looks absolutely pleased and proceeds to introduce him to her friends...

"It's nice to see you too, pretty!" She grins before glancing at the others and rolling her eyes at the one with yellow hair. "The one drooling is Kaminari Denki..."

"I'm not drooling!"

"Then there's Kirishima Eijiro," she continues as if Kaminari didn't say a thing. "And last, but not least is–"

"De... Izuku?"

Oh no... Of course he remembers him.

"It's been a while, Bakugo-sama..." Izuku mumbles, finally turning around to look at him; Katsuki grimaces as soon as he hears his last name coming from his lips.

"I need to speak to you for a moment," Katsuki says, rising from his seat. He's grown so tall now, Izuku feels tiny compared to him, although he's glad he's not wearing his hero suit, otherwise he'd look more intimidating.

"O-Okay," he mumbles, leading him outside. One of his co-workers looks at him with concern, but he assures him everything's alright with a gesture of his hand.

Then as soon as they're outside, Dynamight, the number one hero, bows in front of him, cheeks slightly pink as he looks into Izuku's eyes.

"I'm sorry for what I did to you when we were young. You didn't deserve to be treated that way. I'm... I hope you can forgive me... Please."

There's no pride in his voice, in fact, Katsuki sounds sincere and almost desperate as he asks for Izuku's forgiveness.

He has truly changed.

Izuku smiles up at him before touching his cheek and Katsuki closes his eyes as he leans completely into it.

"Of course I forgive you, Bakugo–"

"Please... Don't call me that," Katsuki grimaces again. "It doesn't sound right coming from you."

"Then how..."

"You can use the nickname you used to call me when we were kids..." Katsuki mumbles, blushing even more. "I don't mind."

"Kacchan? Are you sure?"

Katsuki nods and Izuku can't help but giggle.

"Okay... If that's what you want."

"Can I keep calling you Izuku?"

It sounds intimate, but he admits it'd be weird to hear Katsuki calling him by his last name.

"It's fine. Now we should go back inside, I'm working after all..."

"Wait," Katsuki grabs his hand to stop him, although he's very gentle. He starts nervously rubbing the back of his neck as the blush comes back to his cheeks. "I just wanted to say... You look pretty."

"Oh, thanks!" Izuku tries to stop himself from turning red, but he knows it's useless.

Instead, he decides to go back inside.

Katsuki's friends are looking at them with curiosity and Izuku knows everything can turn into a false rumor these days so he decides to explain them a little. Then it'll be up to Katsuki if he wants to tell them the rest or not.

"We're childhood friends," he says, to which Ashido's grin only becomes wide. "We were catching up."

"You never mentioned him before, Blasty. Did you want to keep him to yourself?" Kaminari complains before smiling at Izuku. "You are really beau–"

"OI!" Katsuki growls. It seems they're used to it, because none of them seem scared, although Kaminari stops smiling. "Don't try that bullshit on him!"

"What do you mean?" The other pro hero looks almost outraged.

"You know his flirting is harmless, Blasty! Unless you have a personal reason to–"

"Don't mind them, Midoriya!" Kirishima cuts Ashido off at the same time he pushes Katsuki back on his seat before he can "hurt" Ashido. Although he keeps snarling at her. "I think we're ready to order!"

Even though Katsuki keeps looking at him, especially at his outfit, he doesn't say that much, although Izuku finds him glaring at his friends every time he comes back from the kitchen with more food.

However, Katsuki stays behind as the other pro heroes get out of the place.

"It was nice to see you again," he says, prompting Izuku to smile at him. "I'll... be in touch."

Despite his words, Izuku doesn't expect to see him again, at least not soon, although he's certainly glad he got to talk to him after all those years.

"Goodbye, Kacchan."

***

Katsuki comes back the next day, alone. It's early in the morning and he's wearing his hero suit which means he's going to go to work.

Instead of sitting at one of the tables, he approaches Izuku.

"Good morning, nerd," he mumbles, looking a little bit nervous. "I'd like a... cup of coffee."

"Of course. I'll be right back!"

He doesn't speak that much, he just stays until he finishes his cup and thanks Izuku for it before leaving.

Katsuki comes back every day; he always approaches Izuku first and sometimes tells him something about the outfit he's wearing, he always wears the maid one, but every now and then his boss asks everyone to wear something extra.

That day he's wearing a headband with bunny ears that make Katsuki chuckle; he's probably making fun of Izuku, but it's not usual to see him laugh so Izuku doesn't mind.

"I always thought you were like a bunny," Katsuki grins. "They look good on you."

"Thanks," Izuku blushes, feeling the pro hero's eyes still on him. Although it seems like there's a fond expression on his face. "The usual?"

"Yes, please."

One afternoon, Ashido comes back alone. As soon as her eyes meet Izuku's she starts grinning from ear to ear, which is not usually a good sign.

"So... Blasty," she comments immediately like she's talking about the weather. "How often does he come here?"

"Everyday," Izuku tells her, although he gets a little bit flustered when the smile on her face becomes wider somehow. "He loves our coffee!"

Ashido rolls her eyes and looks like she wants to slam her own head against the table, but fortunately she doesn't.

"My sweet Midoriya, let me tell you something... The thing Bakugo loves, the reason he's here everyday, is not the coffee. He comes here to see you, because he's in love with you."

Izuku can feel the blush on his cheeks, his face must be bright red at the moment...

"I don't think–"

"It's true... You just need to pay attention."

"Are you r-ready to order?" Izuku is really nervous now and doesn't know what else to say.

Ashido sighs, but at least doesn't insist.

"Just think about it."

Katsuki doesn't come in the morning and Izuku starts worrying about him.

"Hey, Midoriya," one of his co-workers puts a hand on his shoulder, trying to reassure him. "Your hero is going to be fine. He's the number one, isn't he?"

"Yes, he is," Izuku tries to smile at her. He doesn't tell her Dynamight is not his because he's honestly too concerned to say anything else.

Fortunately, Katsuki comes later that day, but Izuku's worry only grows as he notices the cuts on his cheeks and arms. Part of his hero suit has been torn apart, although not too much.

"Are you alright?" He asks immediately, running directly towards him.

"These are just scratches, nerd!"

Instead of smiling back, Izuku narrows his eyes at him, grabs his arm and leads him to the table in the farthest corner.

Without saying anything else, he runs towards the kitchen and comes back with a first aid kit.

"I'm not–"

Izuku stops Katsuki's protests with a look and starts patching him up. Only when Izuku makes sure Katsuki's wounds have been taken care of he smiles again.

"There you go!"

"Thank you," the pro hero mumbles, almost shyly.

"You're welcome, now I'm just going to get this back in–" Izuku can't finish because Katsuki pulls him by the skirt and makes him sit on his lap. "Wait, I–"

"I need to tell you something," Katsuki cuts him off, staring into his eyes. He probably has noticed the pink color all over Izuku's cheeks.

"But Kacchan..."

"Please, it's important."

Only when he notices the pleading look in his eyes, Izuku decides to let him speak.

"Not that this excuses my behavior, but I need you to understand why I yelled at you the day you left," Katsuki says before taking a deep breath. "I didn't know how to deal with my feelings back then and used anger to try to control them. I just... I didn't want you to leave me. I knew I was going to miss you and I did..."

"But I thought you hated me..."

"I know that and I'm sorry," Katsuki whispers before cupping Izuku's face. From that distance it looks like the pro hero is about to cry. "I was an idiot... When we were close, the other kids started making fun of me for that and I panicked, so I started pushing you away to prove to them I didn't care... I... This is not an excuse and I'm deeply sorry for what I did, I wish I wasn't such an idiot and–"

"You already apologized for that," Izuku cuts him off, leaning closer to him. His heart is beating inside his chest like crazy, but he tries to ignore it.

"I just needed you to know that I loved you back then," Katsuki blurts out, much to Izuku's surprise. "And meeting you again made me realize that I never stopped loving you."

Izuku starts sobbing, he can't stop the tears sliding from his eyes, but Katsuki quickly begins to wipe them off with his thumbs.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset... I just needed you to know, Izuku. I understand if you don't want to–"

Izuku shuts him up with a kiss on the lips, remembering that they're still in the cafe and that he could get fired for that but he doesn't care at the moment.

Katsuki's hopeful smile is worth it.

"I want to take you out on a date."

"I'd like that, Kacchan."

Katsuki leans closer to initiate another kiss that takes Izuku's breath away. Fortunately, one of Izuku's co-workers stop them before they take things too far.

"I'll see you tonight, nerd."

"I can't wait!"

***

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[silkythewriter]

Hmmmm. I see you inbox is empty >:). Can you please do hazbin headcanons for Vox and Alastor seperatly for reader, who usually is on top of shit having a bad no good day.

꧁Vox! And Alastor! With a reader who is having a bad no good day꧂

Summary: Vox and alastor with a Reader who is usually on top of stuff and is have a bad/horrible day!

Small! Warning: sorry for any spelling/ grammar mistakes and if their OOC!

Small note!: I love hazbin hotel request tbh their so fun to write! So this is a treat! Also I’m not sure if you wanted romantic or platonic so I’ll try making neutral so you can decide whatever you want it to be!

Fandom: Hazbin hotel!

Daily song suggestion!:

🦌Alastor📻

He saw you slam the hotel doors open before storming in and up to your room

He was so confused and a bit concerned but of course it didn’t show much on his face

He swiftly got up and followed you to make sure you were okay and if something happened

So you can imagine his confusion when he knocked on your door multiple times and then only get angry mumbles as a response

After a while of him pushing your buttons you finally opened the door annoyed and tired after the long day you had

He let himself in before asking what happened

You explained how you were doing a passion project with a friend but they weren’t pulling their weight and everything was up to you and it was all a bit to much ( you can change the reasoning I just wrote this one as a stand in) and If your today wasn’t hard enough your friend just announced that they were going to go on vacation so that meant you had to do everything solo but even harder

Alastor would only stay silent letting you vent about your day as he agreed to some stuff here and there

He would probably try helping as much as he could or putting his thoughts on the issue

He would offer to cook some jambalaya for you! Of course if your up for food!

He would tell cringy but funny jokes that would at least make you have a small smile or a small chuckle/giggle

You guys can listen to some radio! He’d put on his favorite channel/broad cast it can be an old time-y song to some funny comedic broadcast! Anything really!

Depending if your a friend or a S/O he would hug you or cuddle you if you asked but again it depends on your guy’s relationship

He would do really anything to make you feel better so you guys can go on a killing rampage to relive stress or you guys can walk around in the streets of hell if you want! If not you guys can just stay at the hotel and relax

In the time being of hanging out he won’t let anyone around you unless their just gonna say hi if not and they are just going to ask something if you he would force politely ask them to leave you alone for the time being

You guys can chat to each other or you can just rant to him about any topic you want! His all ears and even though he talks quite a bit he would be respectful and stay silent until your done!

Overall I feel like he would actually be proud good a cheering you up! And doing fun but small activities!

🖥Vox📱

He was chilling on the couch with velvet as she showed him some random memes that popped onto her fyp Then he felt the couch dip a bit as you sat down he looked over to you and saw you rubbing your forehead He quickly realized you were stressed, but He just shrugged looking back down at velvets phone

It’s only when you start mumbling to yourself and typing on your phone screen in angry does he really start raising an eye brow

He’s a bit to awkward to ask but after a while he finally just tap on your shoulder asking if your doing okay

That’s when you start explaining how a big project that you split with your co-workers only for them to not do their part and shoving all the work on you and how the due date was only a few days from now

I feel like he knows the feeling sometimes so he can relate to your problem and give some pointers of how he makes Ask velvet and Valentino to pull their weight in some projects especially if their taking over a Territory of some kind 

He’d offer to watch some memes with him and velvet or watch a new TV show on hellflix if you want!

He probably wouldn’t stick his nose in your business but if you wanna vent to him more or just rant about something he’d go along with it but he’d probably speak his mind ALOT so keep that in mind if you don’t like his answers he’s not the best at this

This is my personal HC but eh probably plays video games with velvet ( ON VERY RARE OCCASIONS maybe Valentino cause Valentino probably barely plays video games) so you could hang out with him and play some random games! He’d might even let you win though key word is might

Like alastor I feel like he wouldn’t mind what you guess did at least if it gets you outta the dumps!

Overall I feel like he wouldn’t prey on your business unless you start talking first, his more on the chill side I feel like!

[justsome-di]

Nobody Ends Up Dead in a Bathtub, Everyone Keeps Their Organs: Chapter 8

Summary: Alex’s co-workers set him up on a date, and he is under the impression it’s the real deal. A real blind date–the first he’s had in over a decade. But Damián thinks he’s meeting a normal client. He thinks he’ll meet Alex for dinner, flirt a little, flatter him, and then pull him into a hotel room for a pre-paid hour of sex.

Turns out, they were set up for a cruel prank. Shaken, they piece it together over a bottle of wine in the hotel. After a little cry and reassurance that they’re both okay, Alex decides he wants a little pay back.

Their revenge? Use the stigma of sex work and start a 6-week fake dating scheme with a big finale at a Halloween party that all of Alex’s co-workers will attend. But, this is a romance novel, so you know the plan won’t go that smoothly.

You can also read this on AO3, or Patreon (patrons also get chapters a week early along with bonus content). If you’re enjoying the story and want to support me in other ways, I do have a ko-fi! Or consider dropping me a message in my inbox!

Martin approached Alex the first week of October. It was a Monday. The office ran slow, and Alex’s candy jar was low from everyone walking past, snagging a few fun-sized chocolates, and leaving with only a nod of approval in his direction. As was the habit of every single office worker when Alex briefly won their hearts with treats. He had finally broken more favored candy, easing into Halloween with something nice.

While Martin picked over the candy, standing around just a little too long and looking a little uninterested, Alex was putting out little pumpkins on his desk. He enjoyed the start of the holidays. He was allowed to decorate on the clock, and it was a sweet reprieve from his other duties. It made the final stretch of the year a little more bearable.

Martin looked at the fake pumpkins and the fake leaves and nodded just like everyone else did. But Alex didn’t want his approval. He was a piece of shit as far as Alex was concerned. He and Stu and Andrew had been promoted from Office Douche Bags to Literal Pieces of Human Shit.

“Hey,” Martin said.

“Hi.”

Alex kept his greeting terse. The absence of warmth in his voice would show Martin that he was pissed at him. At least, Alex hoped he sounded terse and cold. He wasn’t exactly sure how to inflict it in his tone. 

Martin picked up one of the pumpkins. It was a cheap thing Alex had bought on sale years ago. But it had lasted all this time, so he kept it around. It felt like a good omen that something not meant to last more than a few months had stayed totally intact for half a decade. Besides, Alex’s office decor budget wasn’t very large. He couldn’t blow it on new pumpkins every year. He was very thankful every year when he unpacked his special little guy.

“So,” Martin said. “I, uh, wanted to apologize for the whole prank thing. We went too far.”

Alex dropped a crocheted mushroom. It bounced off his desk and onto his keyboard before tumbling down to his chair. The Douche Bags never apologized. That was why they were the Douche Bags. Or, now, Literal Pieces of Human Shit.

“Uh. Thanks.”

“My wife is making me do this.”

Martin hardly brought up his wife, but when he did he did it with an affectionate smile. He kept framed pictures of her on his desk which Alex had thought was pretty sweet. Alex’s own desk was devoid of any personal pictures except for one family portrait from Eve’s high school graduation. She smiled wide in it. He had his arms thrown around her, face red from the sun. Alex kept it around to remind himself that she could smile even if she didn’t do it very often anymore.

“Okay,” Alex said.

“I told her all about it, and she said I was a real jerk for pulling something like that.” He rubbed a plastic leaf from a felt pumpkin between his fingers. “She won’t speak to me until I apologize. And she made some good points. She said it was dangerous for both of you guys. She said sex workers who get pranked are probably afraid they’ll end up dead in a hotel room, and I thought about that. And I said, yeah, because we knew you’re a good guy who won’t kill someone like that. But Marcus wouldn’t have known that.”

Yeah. Finally, someone was catching up.

“We want to invite you and Marcus out to dinner this Friday. To extend an olive branch. I want to extend an olive branch.” Martin said it with a blushing face turned towards the pumpkins.

“Oh. Uh. Thank you.”

“Sam wants to make sure I’ve apologized well.”

“I’ll have to see if Marcus is available, and we’ll get back to you.”

“Sounds like a deal.”

Martin rapped his knuckles against the desk and left.

An interesting development. Alex wasn’t totally sure how he felt about it.

On one hand, he appreciated the apology. He hadn’t realized how much he had been waiting on one. Immediately, he felt a little better about Martin. There was a little more clarity in his thoughts towards him now that pure hatred wasn’t clouding his mind. Maybe Martin could be a nuanced person who had managed to get wrapped up with shitty people and a shitty prank.

On the other hand, it made the whole Halloween date plan lose a little oomph. If the Douche Bags were so easily swayed into accepting Damián, they wouldn’t get the reaction they wanted out of them. There would be no pleading to drop “Marcus,” and there would be no shock that would follow them for years. Alex wouldn’t get the chance to manipulate his co-workers like they manipulated him.

On a third, mutant, hand that would sprout due to Alex’s indecisiveness, Alex did think a double date could solidify their plot so long as it was only Martin who was being converted into a sex worker rights activist. And he didn’t see Andrew or Stu—especially Andrew—as going down that same path. 

And that made his stomach turn. Alex was really using Damián, wasn’t he? He felt dirty about it. The more complex their plot was getting, the more Alex had to use Damián. And he could have easily lied his way through that invitation. He could have told Martin that “Marcus” was busy, and no one would press the issue any further.

But Alex was a bad liar.

Are you busy Friday evening? he texted Damián.

The response was quick.

No. My client canceled on me. Something about “getting back together with his wife.” Fucking bastard. Men used to leave their wives for good, but now there’s all this couples therapy ruining my business.

Insensitive rant about marriages not falling apart aside, Alex feared that would be the answer. If Damián couldn’t make it to dinner, he would feel a little better about the whole thing. He could say no, sorry Martin, Marcus isn’t available. And he wouldn’t be diving deeper into his guilt spiral. He wouldn’t be worrying about how the plan would go. But now that Damián was free, Alex felt obligated to tell him about the invitation.

Want a last-minute appointment then? A co-worker invited us out with his wife

There was enough time to respond to three emails before Alex’s phone buzzed.

Is it one of the co-workers who set us up? I have a feeling it’s one of them.

Yeah. His name is Martin. He said he felt bad

So he’s okay with everything all of a sudden? He’s sympathetic? Do we have to work this into our plan?

Fucking tolerance.

Want to meet for dinner again tonight?

Sure!

I’ll pick you up like last time. I have to make sure everyone knows I’m an attentive boyfriend.

Alex was excited to see him despite the guilt and shame weighing on him. He liked the little bursts of socialization he got with Damián. Getting home last week, he felt energized and calm.

But at five, when he came into the office, Damián looked different. His eyes looked a little clouded, and they had shadows under them. His hair was styled as it usually was but somehow seemed less… lush. He smiled at Alex, but Alex wasn’t convinced that he wanted to.

His entire body seemed to be weighing down on itself. He didn’t stand up as straight, and he didn’t bounce into the office. Even his clothes didn’t fit him the same way. They looked baggy on him.

Light didn’t radiate from him. And though Alex had only seen him a few times, he knew something was wrong.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Damián shook his head up and down a bit erratically. “Yeah. Just had a long night. Ready to go?”

“Yeah. I am.”

They went to the same diner as before. Damián looked at the menu for half a minute before ordering water and soup. Alex chose to believe that he had had a long night and also reminded himself that a long night for him and a long night for Damián could be two totally different things.

For him, a long night was when he took work home and tried tidying up databases and putting appointments into the shared calendar. For Damián, it could have been a late night at a party or in a hotel room. It could have been a rough date, and that was easily ten times more exhausting than staring at a laptop screen for a few extra hours. It could have even been another prank.

Alex would do what he was sure Damián would do if he saw someone upset. He would ask questions and try to ease Damián into a conversation.

“How’s your brother?” Alex asked. “You have a younger brother, right?”

Damián smiled, softly. “He’s fine. Just trying to push through grad school applications.”

“What’s he going for again? I’m not sure if you ever mentioned it.”

“Math. He’s thinking about this one program that’s applied mathematics and statistics at the school he’s going to right now, and I think he’ll go for it if they accept him. He said it’s the most practical option.”

“What’s applied mathematics?”

“It’s what it sounds like. It’s using math in other fields. It’s not theoretical like pure math.”

“Ah.”

He had no idea what any of that meant. He didn’t understand how math could be theoretical or not theoretical. To him, it was all numbers on papers. It was pulling nonsense out of the air and smashing it all together until it somehow became something.

And hearing Damián talk about it was a huge difference from hearing “Marcus” ask what calculus was. Alex hoped he didn’t dumb himself down for clients.

“So,” Damián said, seeing that Alex didn’t understand, “it’s basically when math is used for things like statistics or biology. Or computer science. Leo said something about how computer science is a big deal in applied math right now. I’m not totally sure about that. I was a psych major, so I thrived with stats and not much else.”

“You studied psych?”

It made sense. Damián seemed so aware of how others behaved. Alex could see why he was drawn to a field about analyzing people.

Damián blinked, a little off-guard, like he didn’t mean to reveal that little fact about himself.

“I did,” he said.

“Did you like it?”

“Yeah.”

The conversation died there. Alex wasn’t good at Damián’s job. He knew he hadn’t done much to make him feel better. Damián still looked tired and unhappy, and Alex had even managed to corner him into a conversation he clearly didn’t want to have. 

Alex switched the conversation to business. It was the real reason they were there, anyway.

“So is a dinner date another $250?” Alex asked.

Damián shook his head. The shadows under his eyes looked even more pronounced in the shitty diner lighting. His face was skeletal.

“No.” He rubbed those sunken-back eyes. “Let’s just call it $200.”

Still pretty steep, but it was generous of Damián to cut him a deal.

He owed $525. It was starting to turn into an expensive scheme.

Their meals arrived, and Damián finally began taking off his jacket. As he moved, his face pinched. Once the jacket was off, he looked so much smaller than Alex remembered him being.

“Um,” Alex said. “I don’t want to overstep, but are you sure you’re alright?”

Damián looked up with a gentle smile. “Honestly, I’m much better now that I’m with you.”

Damián may have been trying to divert the attention off of himself, but no one had ever said that their day had gotten better after seeing Alex. He wasn’t the type of person to brighten someone’s day. At least, most people’s days.

He tried not to put much weight in Damián’s words. He was developing a friend crush on the guy he was scheming with. They were going to part ways after everything. In 27 days.

Fuck. Alex only had 27 more days with Damián.

“We should make this a weekly thing,” Damián said. “I hardly book clients on Mondays.”

“Yeah?”

Alex wondered if Damián had been thinking the same thing and if he wanted to spend as much time together as they possibly could.

“If we want this to be airtight, we should keep up with each other until the party. I don’t want to pretend to date you all month and have no idea what to say when someone asks what our favorite dates are. You should also get your money’s worth for that $75 planning fee.”

Ah. Maybe Damián was just thinking about business. He was fulfilling a job. There was a little sinking in Alex’s stomach. Damián was a good businessman. He wasn’t going to let himself catch any feelings.

Alex would just have to get over it. He couldn’t make friends. He had come to terms with that long ago. He was going to go right back to being lonely once Damián left.

“Tell me about your day,” Damián said, smiling weakly. “Did you do anything fun?”

“Uh.” Alex scraped his nail against his thin, brown napkin. “I decorated the office a little. I set out little pumpkins.”

“Are we officially in autumn decor season? I’ve been waiting to unpack my little pumpkins at my apartment.”

“Yeah. I think so.”

The conversation continued with awkward, half-distracted questions and answers from the both of them. It was as if they were both relying on each other to shoulder the whole thing but neither had the energy to.

Damián sat curled in on himself, picking at his soup and trying very hard to engage in conversation at his usual level of perky. Alex thought about what it would be like to be a friend that could comfort him. 

Alex would probably nudge him to eat an actual meal and tell him he would feel better if he ate. He would ask if he needed to decompress somewhere else where there weren’t people walking around and talking and rude waitresses stopped to drop checks at their table.

Alex would probably fuck it up. He didn’t know how to be a good friend, and it was probably why he didn’t have any. But at least Damián might have told him what was wrong.

Alex really wanted to tell him that it was okay. That they could just sit in silence in each other’s company. But he didn’t know if Damián liked his company that much. He didn’t know if his growing yearning for a friendship was one-sided.

Alex wasn’t cool. He wasn’t charismatic. He wasn’t particularly nice to look at.

And was Alex even allowed to befriend him? 

When Damián squeezed his arm before they parted ways, he thought it was just Damián trying to make an extra effort and be nice to a poor, unfortunate, lonely soul.

Alex walked home slowly enough to piss off the others on the sidewalk around him.

When he entered adulthood, queer and all, he resigned himself to the fact that he would probably be lonely for the majority of his life. He wasn’t the cool kind of queer. He wasn’t like Will from Will & Grace with a spunky straight friend and a nice law career. He wasn’t smart and good-looking.

He wasn’t flamboyant enough for straight women to want to be his friend. He wasn’t attractive enough for them to date him, either. Men overlooked him, not even realizing that he was an option. It didn’t matter how many times he would say, “I’m into men, too.” It was like no one was ever listening.

The wind picked up. The temperatures were supposed to rapidly drop early that year. Alex pulled his jacket closer to him, but it did little to warm him. He needed something thicker, but he couldn’t bring himself to drag out the old jacket he had worn on his date with Damián. It would have been a reminder of how hard he had tried to get Damián to like him.

By the time he made it back to his apartment, the sun was setting. The apartment was dark. There was a text from Eve saying she had found a math tutor to stay late with her and that she would be home whenever.

Alex didn’t bother turning on any of the lights. He went straight to his room and laid down on his bed. The sheets were cold. The heating hadn’t been turned on yet in their shitty complex. He’d worry about it later. He wasn’t going to freeze to death at that moment, and he wasn’t sure if he entirely deserved to be comfortable.