#He had the courage too look at himself in the mirror I never did

[alexjcrowley]

Saying Swiss Army Man is about gay necrophilia is like saying Oedipus Rex is about a guy who fucks his mom. You're only technically correct.

[binsito]

warning: usage of the words "good girl", "princess", unprotected sex, semi public sex, slight exhibitionism, jealous!hyunjin

hyunjin had enough of this damn cocktail party.

he knew it was the professional thing to do: show up, be cordial and be supportive of his beautiful girlfriend who had worked her ass off to be in the position she was in today.

he was proud of you, to say the least.

watching you sip an alcoholic beverage, with a smile on your face as you chatted away with a person standing in front you.

things were going fine, however the night turned sour when a guy you worked with could not make it any more obvious that he was hitting on you.

hyunjin didn't like that one bit.

especially not when he was standing right next to you, glaring at the dumbass in hopes he would get the hint and get lost.

was he also this brazen when hyunjin wasn't around?

did he always pester you or was the liquid courage making him ballsy?

hyunjin would be damned if he thought he was going to let this slip.

absolutely not.

and the guy was quick to notice that your drink was almost up, offering to get you another one from the bar.

you being the sweet coworker you were, felt it was rude to deny him so you gave him your drink order and he quickly made a beeline to the bartender.

hyunjin wanted to laugh in his face.

did he ever in a million years think he had a shot with you?

of course not!

you were hyunjin's and hyunjin was yours, end of story. hyunjin would never let you go without a fight, which he was convinced he'd prevail from.

god, he was absolutely sick of this fool. who did he even think he was? being so painfully bold in front of him, had he no shame?

frustration and rage was coursing through hyunjin's veins. he swore he wasn't one to get jealous and act out but this guy was going to be an exception.

you hadn't even being paying much attention, staring around at people mingling with your empty glass in hand when you felt hyunjin grab your arm and tug you through the crowd of people.

"hyune? where are we going?" you asked, following him without hesitation because maybe it was important.

sometimes he had moments where he needed to step out for some air if the room became too stuffy so you figured it was one of those instances.

but he didn't answer you, and he didn't step outside either.

instead he pulled you into the restroom, not even caring to lock the door behind him, pressing you into the sink and kissing you deeply as he took the glass from your fingers and set it down.

"h-hyune.. w-wait baby.. w-what's wrong?" you said between kisses, but you already had a feeling of what was boiling inside of him.

he shushed you as he kissed down your neck, squeezing your sides tightly, smiling to himself slightly because he knew that idiot could only dream of having you like this, and a dream could not do the real thing any justice to be quite honest.

"b-baby what if someone-"

at the moment, he didn't give much of a shit if someone heard, if someone wondered where you had run off to.

he flipped you over, you facing yourself in front of the mirror. you both already looked a little disheveled and it made you worry about stepping out there again later looking like a mess.

hyunjin fumbled with his pants, pulling his cock out over his slacks just enough. he bunched your dress up to your waist and moved your panties to the side, watching as a string of your arousal connected your cunt to the fabric.

"god, princess.. you're so wet for me.. you like being naughty huh?" he kissed the shell of your ear, nibbling on your lobe gently.

"we don't have much time to waste kay? look at me.. eyes on me." he instructed, nimble fingers rubbing you a bit while he stroked his cock, lining it up with your entrance

"h-hyune baby-" he quickly covered your mouth as he pressed his cockhead inside of you. you gripping the sink in hopes of somehow grounding yourself but you already felt so weak.

"shh shh.. just take it baby.. i know you can be good and take it.. eyes on me remember?"

you nodded, your eyes meeting his through the mirror, his gaze lustful as he pressed another inch inside of you.

fuck, you already felt so full of him, clenching around his length because the situation was turning you on more than you'd like to admit.

once he bottomed out, you arched your back, his hand still on your mouth to stifle your moans as he began to pound into you. his other hand came up to grab a fistful of your hair, gripping it tightly as he held your head back for him.

he wanted to make sure you saw him ruining you, that he was the one fucking you good. that piece of shit had nothing on him, he was the one who made your knees buckle, that could pull the prettiest moans from you, that got to kiss and squeeze every inch of your body.

"i'm gonna fuck you good but you have to promise to keep my cum tonight okay?" he grunted, you could only nod against his hand, trying so hard to keep your eyes open and not roll them to the back of your head.

"good girl.. that's right baby.." he breathed out.

you both could feel your orgasms approaching, hyunjin trying his best to hold you up while also trying to keep his own composure.

the chatter outside was thankfully suppressing the noise coming from you two but it wasn't very helpful in warning you when someone was nearby.

the door handle twisting and opening to reveal the guy who had been flirting with you. drink in his hand as his jaw dropped at the sight in front of him. seems he had been looking all over the place for you to continue his pathetic scheme and to hand you the liquor he oh so kindly had gotten you.

"close the door, can't you see we're fucking busy?" hyunjin growled out at him, not relenting his pace. you furrowing your eyebrows as you felt yourself start to cream around hyunjin's cock. it was too fucking much, you couldn't hold yourself back anymore.

he quickly closed the door and ran off.

hyunjin smirked, feeling his ego swell. stilling his hips to let his cum shoot deep inside you, not a drop would go to waste.

"remember.. you're keeping it all in okay? gonna fuck it deeper when we get home."

please refrain from reposting, modifying, translating, copying or stealing my work. - © binsito

[adams-angels]

Hello dear writer! Whenever you have time would you consider doing a fluff and maybe smut piece about how Adam would be on a restaurant date? I’m so curious how he would act since they didn’t have dates when he was alive a trillion billion million years ago.

And Valentine’s Day has me way up in the feels 🥹

Thank you bebe 🩵

A bit late for Valentine's day but better late than never babes 😎 this was longer than I was expecting 🫢

💖 Please send me requests! Send me your own headcanons! I will draw! I'm obsessed rn!💖

Valentines

It's been a while since Adams been on a "date" if you could even call it that. The last "date" he had was with Eve in the Garden of Eden. So... Yeah. A while might be an understatement. He also hated the day. Like many holidays. Why should SaInT vAlEnTiNe get a whole holiday after him?! Adam is the ORIGINAL dick. If anything there should be a holiday celebrated for HIM. But, whatever. You were into it. And he was into you.

He was so nervous when he asked you out for Valentine's day. He waited until last minute before finally getting the courage to ask. Ten o'clock at night he frantically knocked at your door. You hurried to answer, the panic filled your body at the knocking. It was desperate, like someone needed help. When you opened the door and saw a panting Adam you were confused. Was he hurt? Before you could say anything he put his hand up to your face signaling you to not speak as he caught his breath. It was odd why he was out of breath. He flies everywhere. Did he run? "Be- huff- will you- jesus, fuck- pant-" his hand were on his knees as he choked on his breath. "Ada-" hand in your face. Rude. He straightened himself out, at least as much as he could in the small apartment hallway. The apartment was made for smaller Winners not 8 foot Giants like Adam. "Be my Valentine?" He panted out. Of course you said yes! What can you say? You've been crushing on him for, like, ever! You never picked up that he likes you back. Even though he was never subtle. "Cool- pant- text you the deetz." He shot you some finger guns before leaving.

So now it's Valentine's day! 💘 Cupid's shot his arrow and hit you. You're feeling fun, flirty, and feisty. You put on your cutest outfit and checked yourself in the mirror. Is cute what you're going for? It's your first date. But it is Valentine's day. You don't wanna be prudish. You change into something a bit more revealing and again checked yourself. This might be a bit too sexy.. slutty even! You don't want to give the impression that you put out of the first day! Even if you do. No. This needs to be perfect. You think to yourself... "I bet Adam isn't having this much trouble."

You weren't wrong. Adam was much more relaxed. Too relaxed. Why would he be nervous? He's the man. In fact he was out right now looking at new guitars. When he left the store he saw Valentine, surrounded by his Cupid's. "Augh." Adam grunted, not wanting to interact with the Saint. "Adam!" Shit. "A little birdy told me you've got a Valentine's this year. It's been what? Centuries?" Valentine laughed. Adam rolled his eyes, then glared at him. "Yeah? So what? I figured it's a good way to get free pussy." Adam shrugged as a cocky grin formed on his face. The Cupid angels surrounding Saint Valentine cringed. "Oh, Adam. Come now! This is a holiday of love and romance. Not cheap pickups!" The man placed a hand on Adam shoulder which he immediately shrugged off. "So, are you going anywhere special? Have you bought the lucky angel flowers? Chocolates? A gift of adoration?" "Uh.. what?" "You haven't bought them anything have you?" The man laughed, putting his hand on Adams shoulder again pulling Adam closer. "Good luck getting fucked, playboy." He hissed with a wicked smirk. Valentine released Adams shoulder laughing. "Happy Valentine's days!" He said before flying away with his cupids. "Motherfucker!" Adam's flew off to the nearest store to get you some flowers.

When he arrived the flower section was bare. Maybe one half dead rose. "What the hell?" He flew all over the store looking for anything Valentines related. "No, no, no!" He stopped in one of the aisles before finding worker. "Hey! Where the fuck is the stuff?" "S-stuff, sir?" Adam gestures around the store. "You know! The fucking Valentines shit! Where is it?!" The poor retail worker fretted telling him there was nothing left. "V-valentines day is o-one of the most popular days of the year sir... There's nothing left.." "NOTHING LEFT?!?!" Adam yelled. His voice booming around the store causing shelfs to shake knocking almost everything off. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN NOTHING LEFT?! I NEED SOMETHING FOR TONIGHT!!!" "I - I'm sorry, sir!" The poor angels voice shuddered. Adam groaned, balling his hands into fists. He was about to leave before he noticed a bottle of soda that hadn't fallen. He pushed it off the shelf for good measure before storming out of the store.

He wasn't going to spend all day looking for shit of this shitty holiday. He hated it. This was dumb! He's gift enough. Still, he takes his phone and texts Lute

"URGENT! flowers! Plz get 4 me thx dngrtits"

That'll do. He heads home to get ready for your date.

～⁠♡✧⁠｡ I really hope you enjoyed! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! ｡✧⁠♡～⁠

The time comes and Adam is waiting outside of your apartment building, he's not walking up all those stairs again. He was feeling cool. Calm. Collected. Until he saw you. His hands started getting clammy, his heat racing. You look so pretty. You of course found the prefect in-between of cute and sexy for your outfit. "Heeey, you could of made an effort." He joked. You frowned. You thought you did well. He clears his throat. "Let's go." He wiped his hands on his robe before taking flight with you following after.

You both arrived at the restaurant. Neither of you stop on the way. It was awkward. He walked in first, he didn't hold the door open for you. Rude. Once inside you noticed the restaurant was jam packed. Adam also noticed this and froze. "Good thing you booked, right?" You said, playfully, hoping to break some tension. "Uh... Yeah... Wait here, surgartits." He walked over to the host. "I need a table for two." The host scoffed. "Yeah, sure. We've got one available tomorrow." Adam was fuming. This was all going wrong. This can't go wrong. "Do you fucking know who I am?!" He raised his voice. "I'm fucking ADAM! I'm the fucking man! And I want a damn table!" You walk over. "Adam?" "What, bitch!? Fuck! Can't you see I'm busy?! I'm getting us a table!" He yelled at you. No. Nope. You're too good to be yelled at. This was meant to be fun. Fuck this. You put your hands in the air. "Nope. I'm out." You turn on your heels and exit the restaurant. "Wait- no, y/n." He looks as you exit then back at the host. "I'll ruin your fucking life, cunt." He hissed before flying out of the restaurant.

He looks around and you were no where to be seen. "Fast fucker. AUGH!!!" He stomped his foot covering his face with his hands. If he wasn't wearing his mask he'd be pulling his hair.

You got yourself home. Fucking shit day. Dumb idea. You don't even know why he asked you. The whole thing was dumb. Everything about it was dumb. You collapse onto the couch, sulking. It doesn't take long before there's a knock at the door. Adam you suspect. You roll your eyes before peeling yourself off the couch. Opening the door you see Lute. Huh. "Uh.. hi?" "Adam requests your presents. Put on this blind fold." She hands you a blindfold. "What?" She didn't repeat herself. She never does. You groan, knowing she won't leave until you do it so whatever. You put the blindfold on and lute takes your wrist and flies off with you ragdolling.

Once your feet touch the ground she lets go of your wrist. Leaving you there blindfolded. "Uh.. you can take that off now." You do, to see a candle lit picnic layed out. It was adorable, there were fairy lights on the trees. Adam stood there, awkwardly, with a bunch of your favourite flowers. How did he know? Lute. "Uh. Surprise.." he handed you the flowers. "Sorry, about the restaurant. Fucking idiots double booked or something.. I don't know." He shrugged. You know it wasn't true. He didn't book, you know that. But you smiled. "Thank you, Adam. This is much nicer." He smiled and stretched. "Well, what can I say? I know what I'm doing."

You sat on the blanket, Adam did also and popped open a bottle of champagne. "I got the good stuff." You smile at the gesture although you always thought champagne tasted disgusting. He got all the good stuff, strawberries and chocolates. Cheese board. Cute little cakes. "This is all very well thought out. How did you get this so quickly?" You asked. He shrugged with a smirk. "I'm just that good, babe." Lute. This was more his style anyway. Outside, under the stars. It reminded him of the Garden.

"so, this was fun." He rubbed the palm of his hands on his knees. "I'd much rather not do this Valentine's bullshit though. Maybe next time we can just... Do it whenever?" "I'd like that. Although, this Valentine's day has turned out pretty perfect." You smile. "Well. I am perfect so." He smirks at you. You don't want to stroke his ego anymore than you already have. You roll your eyes before quickly giving him a peck on the lips. "you're alright, I suppose." You took his sweaty hand in yours and led down, he followed. You both watched the stars in silence. He'd gently squeeze your hand every now and then, you'd squeeze back.

"Happy valentine's, Y/N."

"Happy valentine's, Adam."

[missmugiwara]

What A Relief

Summary: fem!reader x Sanji // You convince Sanji to have a friends-with-benefits relationship with you, but it's not like you want to actually date him, right? Right? Warning: 18+, NSFW, smut, unprotected sex, implied sex, very suggestive, friends-with-benefits thing going on Note: I am weak for Sanji! Please enjoy!

It was so stupid.

You knew there was indeed a possibility that this could happen, but you still went ahead and did it. You got too presumptuous. Too confident. You flew too close to the sun. And then you got burned.

But how did it all start?

If you reflected back on it, you weren't entirely sure yourself. It was surprising especially in the way that everything had just blurred together. To put it into filthy words, Sanji became the answer to your booty calls. Okay, well… if you put it more eloquently, you somehow had managed to develop some sort of friends-with-benefits relationship with none other than the cook himself. If you put it even more simply, Sanji became a weekly event - as in, the person whom you could have sex with without any strings attached.

A while back, you set out to sea with the Straw Hat Pirates. They were a wonderful group of friends - they protected you, made treasurable memories with you, and truly accepted you for who you were. You had no complaints whatsoever. As of late, you were becoming a bit bored. A bit needy. Needy in the ways that required a certain relief in the form of pleasure. The thought of having a romantic relationship crossed your mind once or twice, but being a pirate and constantly moving about meant there was no room for that. You accepted that wholeheartedly, but could you somehow attain the romance you sought out?

So a crazy idea crossed your mind.

Could you get one of these fine Straw Hat men into bed? You flustered at the thought of it, and you could tell it was a wild idea when you felt hot and checked the nearest mirror to see your ridiculous expression. How about Luffy? No, he was your captain! He saved your butt on your hometown of Dressrosa. That would have felt too awkward. Then Zoro? Hm, well, he definitely seemed like the kind of guy who wouldn't mind doing that and could keep it a secret… but you were too damn nervous to insinuate such an idea to him without feeling utterly humiliated. Franky? He seemed the most mature - wait. Never mind. Him, Luffy, and Zoro were definitely not mature. Usopp, then? No, an instant no. He still struggled to be brave time to time. How could he possibly not chicken out if you asked him?

Hmm.

What about Sanji?

He was so sweet. A good friend. Very good-looking. You never felt embarrassed in front of him. He would treat you so well, and he already did. Plus, he always made goo goo eyes at Nami, Robin, and literally any other woman. It was perfect. Knowing this, he wouldn't get attached to you, and you wouldn't get attached to him… because that's not what you were looking for, right? Exactly!

So when you finally mustered up the courage to ask Sanji, he really was shocked. You stayed behind one evening to help him clean up dishes after dinner. When everyone left you two to complete your chores, that's when you asked. Naturally, you were nervous, face on fire, and averting his gaze. There was a range of emotions mostly on Sanji's part. His jaw dropped. Then after a few seconds (when you were afraid you had broke him), he had launched himself across the room due to the sheer force of a nosebleed. After tending to this nosebleed and him sputtering over and over how he really did not deserve you - the goddess, the angel, etc. - he agreed.

"Oh, I know I'm asking for a lot… but, I would really love if it were you. I trust you so much."

It was kind of cute in the way his eyes sparkled at your words, and a blush fluttered over his cheeks while he had tissues sticking out of his bloody nostrils. To be honest, you wouldn't have had it any other way. It was quite comical. It took a moment longer for him to respond. You gently smiled and held him in your arms as he laid on the floor after his great lift-off.

Finally, Sanji sat himself up. Grabbing your hand, he said, "I am honored, my sweet, and I promise to make you feel like an absolute queen."

Those words were enough to send your heart racing. Sanji was the best. As you two sat there on the floor of the kitchen, faces flustered and having Sanji's head in your lap - you had reminded yourself again that this was simply fun between two friends. That's it. No romance.

You already knew Sanji was a man of his word, but he sure delivered. The first night together was akin to something out of a romance novel, and it was absolute bliss. Sanji removed your clothes slowly and gently, never allowing a single wrinkle to form as he laid them down. He always asked for permission before he did anything, and he always reminded you that if you changed your mind then you could stop at any time. He truly was a gentleman and kept his promise through and through. He whispered soft, sultry things into your ears. When he got more cocky, he'd whisper more sensuous things - things like how he was going to make you sing, make you moan, make you sigh out his name. And every time he did get you to moan, he'd whisper how your noises brought him to heaven. Your heart beat against your ribcage as if it was trying to break free, but you kept ignoring it because all you could focus on was just being his friend.

However, it was such a sweet, addicting high.

His touch was sensual and soft on your skin, the way his hands held you gently as if you were made from glass. Years in the kitchen must have been why his expert hands were so graceful when they roamed, and when they roamed to more inmate areas on your body, you would let out a gentle gasp against his mouth. You had never been held the way Sanji held you.

Kisses were sweet and never done without feeling. They could have brought you to your knees if you already weren't rolling around in bed. Sanji's mouth tasted like cigarettes, but you could care less as the delicious noises of your lips smacking whenever they met or parted took over your brain. Such sweet, velvety kisses were exchanged all night long between pants, between moans, between soft words you and Sanji murmured to each other, between thrusts of Sanji's hips. That incredible high wreaked havoc in your brain when Sanji thrusted over and over into your hips. Your toes curled, you wrapped your arms tightly around him and dug your nails into his back. You begged for him to go faster and harder, but in response you only got a low chuckle from the cook that embarrassed you and exhilirated you deeply.

"I couldn't," he smirked against your skin, "I don't want to be rough and hurt you."

You grit your teeth, taking a moment to wipe the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand. You let out a low growl as your hand grabbed his hair. This teasing from Sanji was so unexpected - you didn't know there was this side of him.

"Please!" you breathed out, "Just… for me? Please!" you whined.

"Well, who am I to deny such a lady's request?"

Sanji seemed to really enjoy your whining because with that, he catered to your whim and every one after that. He was such a great listener. Sanji continued on and on until you had reached your final high of that evening and climaxed. The room spun, your body feeling hot and heavy. The two of you collapsed onto the bed in the girls' room, taking a few moments of peaceful silence to catch your breaths until you both had relaxed a bit more. You were incredibly thankful your crewmates had gone into town and left you and Sanji to guard the ship alone because you two had laid for a long time in bed after that. Just talking about your dreams, about life, anything really. It felt like hours, and in actuality it really was.

When you finally told Sanji you wanted to get dressed, he got up before you could even fling the sheets over your body. With a wave of his hand, he promptly stated he would make you a pot of tea. He got dressed and then was out the door. You waited until he was completely out of the room before your smile faded into a frown.

So stupid.

You should have known you were going to fall hard for the cook. This kept up for some time. Once a week turned into a couple times a week and then several times a week. You and Sanji kept it secret pretty well. It was something to look forward to as hard as it was to find the privacy. Soon, these little flirty instances were beginning to appear - like a secret signal. You'd sneak past Sanji to cup your hand to his ass to give him a hint you were hungry. He would smirk at you more often.

But hold on - what in the world was wrong with you?

The plan was not to become romantically attached. And the exact opposite of that was happening! You were head over heels. Sanji made you feel so special, and he geninely enjoyed the time spent with you. You were learning all sorts of things about each other and forming a closer bond.

You know what was even more stupid? You literally could not act like a normal person in front of Sanji anymore. Sometimes you dodged him and walked the other way if you ran into him, which was quite often as you were stuck on a ship for most of the time. Your confident vixen attitude was shaken - you couldn't dare touch his cute butt again. You would avoid his gaze. When he passed you a plate at dinner and your fingers accidentally brushed, you would mentally scream in your mind. It took all the strength not to fall apart.

Oh, but why was this happening?!

What were you afraid of? Being emotionally hurt? Afraid of how much of a ladies man he was if you wanted to start a relationship? You could tell Sanji was becoming concerned because you asked for him less and less until it just stopped one day. Everyone could tell you weren't acting normal as you would coop yourself up in the girls room - denying Luffy if he asked you to come play, taking your meals by yourself amongst other little things. Everyone came to check on you. Even Chopper was the most concerned, thinking you were sick. And Chopper was right, but it was lovesickness, and there was nothing he could do to help. It took everything to shoo everyone away.

Oh, but that Robin - who was too smart for her own good sometimes - had finally found you sneaking off to the kitchen one night for a late snack. She could not have been sleeping if she noticed you left the room and then somehow notify Sanji. It wasn't a surprise that she knew. Initially you would have been mortified, but if it had to be Robin then you felt at ease.

So you were digging around in the fridge, not even noticing Sanji entered the room until he called your name. This caused you to flinch and, in attempts to stand up suddenly, you hit your head on the nearest shelf in the fridge. Promplty, you slammed the door shut and gave him a forced grin. Sanji was no fool though. As you reluctantly greeted him and made a mad dash for the door, he swiftly stepped over to block it as you bumped headfirst into him. Sanji looped one arm around your waist as the other caught your wrist when you pressed your arms up to his chest to push him off.

You could feel your face heating up and your heart thundering in your ears. For a few seconds, you both stood there in awkward sielnce, waiting for somebody to do something.

"Are you… avoiding me?"

Sanji wasted no time in getting to the point. You didn't like how he asked that question - he sounded so hurt. Your lips trembled, and you felt so damn frustrated that you could cry then and there. You never wanted to hurt him! But it's not like you had anywhere special to go, so… you realized you probably should explain yourself.

"Yes." you answered quietly.

Sanji let out a deep sigh, and he moved so that he could grab both your arms. Gently, he pulled you away from him to stare into your eyes. He gasped when he saw you actually were crying. You sniffled and frowned at him, brows furrowed together in dismay as you waited for him to speak. It was as if he instantly knew. As soon as Sanji spoke, he was referring to the current status of your relationship.

"Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you, my angel?"

"No!" you responded immediately, "No… you've been perfect. I just…" Sanji leaned forward, using his finger to gently wipe the tears collecting at your lower eyelid. It was cheesy, it was cute, it was freaking great! You grabbed his hand and turned your head from him.

"This!" you squeezed his hand, "This… stuff you do. I can't keep lying to myself anymore."

Were you making sense? It was all garbled. You finally let go of Sanji's hand, only to have him move his hands to the base of where your jaw met your neck. He tilted your head upwards to look at him. You knew you were making no sense, but Sanji stayed calm and cool.

"What do you mean? You know you can tell me anything."

You let out a sigh, mustering up the courage to look him straight in the eye.

"Look, I really, really like you. I said no strings attached… but I changed my mind. I want more. I want us to go on a date. I want us to actually be together."

With that you snapped your eyes shut, fearing of how he might respond. Would he be okay with that? This man who craved any woman? You waited for what seemed like an eternity, but when you felt his hand cup the side of your face and motion you to look up at him… you realized there was such a look in his eyes that was indescribable.

"I would love nothing more than to be yours."

A smile lit up your tear-stricken face as you clapped your hands over his - still gently caressing your face, "Really?"

Sanji gently pulled your face closer, a smirk playing at his lips.

"Really."

There was a pause.

"What a relief!"

And Sanji gasped when you suddenly grabbed the back of his head to smash your lips against his. He melted into the kiss, but when you released him after a few seconds - he had the biggest grin. You just stared at him so sweetly, brushing a strand of his golden locks from his face as he stood in awe like a lovesick fool.

"So… can we…? You know? I mean, unless you don't want to!"

You stroked his cheek with your thumb and let out a sigh after a roll of your eyes. Oh, Sanji - the poor thing. You had him on a leash, and he worshipped the ground you walked on. As you gently grabbed his hand and led him to the door, you smirked.

"You're lucky I like you so much."

[weird-an]

Billy isn't Jim's son and he never will be.

He's a hurt kid that kind of needed a safe place and apparently Jim is caring enough to not let him end up in the streets when he found him sleeping in his annoying Camaro for seven days in a row.

So now Jim is living with a psychic teenager and scared one in a Cabin in the woods. It's a struggle.

Billy doesn't know how to act around him and it's not that Jim can blame him for it. It's not like there's a manual for fucked up people living together. The place is bursting with tension and one day it will go up in flames and possibly take the whole forest with it.

Billy either hides in his room or is out on a date. He's got a lot of dates. So many that Jim thought he might have a girlfriend. It took Jim three weeks to get the courage and just talk to Billy. Communicating isn't his strongest suit.

"If you've got a girlfriend, she can come over, too," he repeats like he had practiced in the mirror for at least five mornings.

Billy freezes. He's chewing on the inside of his cheek and stares at Jim like he's accusing him of commiting felony. Which Jim doesn't, even though he notices the faint smell of weed sometimes when he comes home after a nightshift. To be honest, he'd rather that Billy shared his stash. They both need to calm the fuck down.

"Nah," Billy says, "It's only hot chicks for one night for me."

He doesn't look so sure. In fact Jim thinks he might sees him mouthing the words back at himself when he goes out that night.

The truth comes to light a week later, when Billy is sick. He's coughing, his chest rattling, skin grey and his eyes are red.

"You're not going anywhere," Jim says and positions himself in front of the door. "You're sick. Cancel the date. I'll make you a tea or whatever."

Billy mopes in his room for an hour, after Jim catches him trying to sneak out of the window, when he brought him his tea and a cup of instant soup.

The kid seemed stunned and annoyed at the same time, but at least he eats and drinks what he is given.

The door bell rings. Billy drops his spoon and wants to get up.

"Back to bed," Jim grunts when he's going to get the door.

Steve Harrington stands in front of him. Preppy as usual, even though more hairspray in that mop of hair - or so Jim thinks.

"Is Billy here?"

"Why would you care?" Jim frowns. He didn't know people like Harrington even hung out with people outside of their bubble.

"We were supposed to meet." Steve rubs his neck. "Billy... didn't show up."

Jim needs a whole minute to process that.

"Fucking hell." Jim rubs his face. When did he sign up for this? He doesn't even know what queer means, he didn't sign up for this. It's like when Sara first tried to walk and Jim discovered that the kitchen had a lot more corners than he thought.

He leads Steve to Billy's room. Opens the door. Billy gapes at him.

"Your hot chick for one night is here," Jim grumbles, because he isn't sure what else to say.

He closes the door, when he hears Steve saying "you called me a hot chick?" followed by a "oh man, I'm sorry you caught what I had last week."

Jim pours himself a whiskey on the rocks. It's surreal.

But he's kind of glad Billy has a friend. Or... boyfriend, rather. Jim isn't sure if that's the name for it. He hasn't ever met a gay person.

God, he's so lost. He wants to do it right, he finds. Because Billy isn't Jim's son, but sometimes Jim feels like his father.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

uhhhh... "their mouth at your ear, whispering!!!" just screams tony stark dirty talk, right? do with that what you will 👀

"if you ask me to fucking kneel, I would, sweetheart."

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut-ish

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Glamorous.

If there was one word you could use to sum up the evening, it was glamorous. Everyone had showed up in their finest of outfits and jewellery for the Stark party, especially you.

You had found the perfect gown with help from your besties, it had a plunging neckline that almost reached your midriff, the fabric and colour accentuated your best features and left you feeling the most confident version of yourself, also a bit naughty considering it was nearly backless.

You were gonna have a lot of fun, especially with a certain genius Avenger whom you had been shamelessly flirting back and forth with.

The number of eyeballs on you as you made your way through the crowd were countless, but you were keen on a particular set of light brown ones that were nowhere to be seen.

Twirling your finger over the rim of your whiskey glass idly, you glanced across the floor to the sea of people. That was until you felt a firm chest against your back and a familiar warmth envelop you as Tony’s signature expensive cologne hit your senses.

“Why so lonely?”

You could hear the smirk in his voice, making you grin on the inside as you imagined it disappear the moment you would turn around.

So you did, giving him a full view of your sexy outfit and watching him try his best to keep his composure. Exactly the reaction you were looking for, you thought with glee.

It took Tony a good amount of time to stop his eyes from shamelessly roam all over your body before reaching your gaze. It was like you could see him struggle for words.

“Why so flabbergasted?” You smirked in return, taking a sip from your glass, never breaking eye contact with the man.

“You look…wow. Y/N!” He breathed, giving himself a mental shake before signalling the waiter for a drink, moving closer to you, almost shielding you from the lingering stares you were getting from the crowd.

“Thank you, Tony. I tried.” You shrugged nonchalantly, dancing on the inside for getting the reaction you’d hoped for.

“What are you doing to me?” He murmured, almost to himself but you caught it.

“What do you mean?”

Tony leaned over until his mouth was pressed against your ear, his hand moving your hair aside and hovering over your skin.

"If you ask me to fucking kneel, I would sweetheart.” He whispered, his words sending sparks of desire down your body straight to your core. You and Tony flirted sure, but it wasn’t this brazen ever, until tonight. But you weren’t complaining; Tony Stark and you were destined to get together one way or another.

You didn’t know if it was the dress that gave you all the confidence or the liquid courage doing its thing but, you leaned in, mirroring Tony’s stance and whispered back.

“Seems like an offer too good to let go of, sweetheart.”

You felt him exhale shakily before placing his arm around to the small of your back firmly, his face inches from yours.

“Then why are we here wasting our breaths instead of upstairs devouring each other?” He murmured softly, making you feel like the rest of the party had dissolved into oblivion.

Instead of replying, took his hand in yours and led the way towards the elevators.

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[c4tgvtz]

How do you think the dorm heads [sorry, idk your character limit is] would react when it came time to send you to your own world? They can be dating or secretly pinning after you, whichever you pick. And thank you for reading =3

🕸 [I shall be web anon, love your writing]

➦Oh oh oh!! This'll be a fun one!! And thank you web anon!! I shall remember you >:))

I planned to write this one properly but it ended up too much for me, so you get a sorta hc list because fucking. Like 7 one shots in the one post is too much//

➳How the housewardens would react to MC going back to their world after pining for months

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CW: None!

Characters: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus

Genre: Mild angst???

Note: Mmm this one’s a little sad

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➳ 𝙍𝙄𝘿𝘿𝙇𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙎

You were… going home?

Riddle would look at you, confused when you first told him. As far as he was concerned, Night Raven College was your home now… but it seemed you didn’t feel the same.

When you tell him, you would be able to see his whole body grow tense, and his eyebrows furrow slightly. He’d look away, trying to process what was just said to him. After taking a breath, he’d look back and put on a smile. “That’s wonderful (MC), I’m glad you’ve finally found a way to return home.”

You could tell that something was off though. Riddle had been… watching you for some time, and though you probably wouldn’t notice, he had found himself falling for you, and those feelings were starting to get more and more intense… he planned to finally ask you out at the weekend but… now?…

You were going to a whole different world, quite literally a universe where riddle didn’t exist, and that terrified the housewarden! But it pushed his courage back down. He couldn’t ask you out now.

The entire time he’s with you he’d be trying to draw out conversation, in a pitiful attempt to spend more time by your side. He’d make you tea, he’d offer to go out for the day to hang out for one last time but… well you were leaving tomorrow. And there was no time for frolicking about in the rose maze or just having a last wander around the campus.

You would be gone.

The emptiness that the thought gave riddle would be one that he was saddled with for likely the rest of his life… at least he’d never forget you…

He’d make sure to personally accompany you to the mirror that led you home, and right before you go through, he’d pull you close in his arms in a desperate, tight hug. All he can muster up to say is: “I’ll miss you (MC)… please… never forget us… never forget me….”

And like that… you were gone.

➳ 𝙇𝙀𝙊𝙉𝘼 𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎𝘾𝙃𝙊𝙇𝘼𝙍

Tch… good riddance.

When you tell Leona, he’d just spend a moment looking at you. He looks judgemental, as if finding you weird for leaving or something, but that’s just kinda his resting face.

Instead, he’s actually just trying to process what the fuck you just said to him. What, you were going back to ramshackle? Nah, you wouldn’t be this excited. So did you mean, back to where you came from… before NRC? The more he thought about it, the more he remembered. Oh yeah. That’s right…. You’re from a different world. Is that where you were going?

At first Leona didn’t really have much of a reaction, other than a shrug, but the more you started to talk about it, and the more excited you seemed… his tail started to flick behind him, a hint of a snarl pulled at his upper lip ever so slightly, and his little ears bent back.

It was a feeling he had felt before, yet when he felt it with you it made his blood boil. Jealousy. Jealousy for anyone who would try and take you from him in this other world.

…okay yeah. He had sort of developed a bit of a thing for you, it was no big deal. Or at least, it wasn’t until now. His heart genuinely ached in a way that he had never felt before, and for the first time, Leona Kingschollar felt… vulnerable but of course he couldn’t show that, so he simply shrugged it off.

“It’ll be good to see the back of ya.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes, though it… felt wrong to say. But he couldn’t muster up the confidence for any sort of apology or retraction of his statement. And seeing the way your face fell a little made him want to tear you apart for taking what he said seriously. But there was no telling with Leona.

He made no attempt to force you to stay, but… in his mind, it was all he could think about. He hated sappy romance and all that bullshit, but there was a part of him that didn’t want you to be his partner, but his mate. And that’s how he knew that he liked you. It wasn’t superficial, it was instinctual and raw…

…he actually wanted you.

There would be a ceremony held for you leaving, and the entire time you’d be able to see and feel those harsh green eyes staring at you from the back of the crowd. It would make you uneasy the whole time, but you’d get on with it anyway.

When you get through, you’d realise that your bag felt heavier than it did when you left, and in it, when you open it, you’d find a glass bottle of sand with a letter attached.

It was from Leona…

The letter would talk about how he couldn’t bring himself to actually say goodbye and that he’ll miss you….. Ruggie wrote it for him after listening to him rant…

At least he does actually care…

➳ 𝘼𝙕𝙐𝙇 𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙀𝙉𝙂𝙍𝙊𝙏𝙏𝙊

You… you can’t leave!

Upon hearing the news, Azul would visibly panic, and immediately start trying to convince you out of it before… realising that his own emotions were slipping through. He’d correct himself, fixing his jacket and clearing his throat. “…Apologies.” Hed hum solemnly. “I wish you the best.” His voice was weirdly empty.

It would be easy to tell that he’s upset. When Azul’s in love, he has very little control over what his mind does, and that’s why he gets so distressed by it, it throws a massive wrench in the gears of his mind and messes with everything, but… he couldn’t just stop it.

Standing with you, alone in the Octavinelle lounge, you’d see him look away as he tries to discern his feelings, figuring out what he should show and what he shouldn’t, but it was too late. You had already seen how he freaked out at just the notion of you leaving, so you put your hand on his shoulder as an attempt to comfort him, and at first he flinches, not expecting the contact, but quickly relaxes and just looks at you.

There’s no way he could tell you. Not now. Not ever… it was his secret and it’ll remain that way. Or at least, he thought so. He seemed to have absolutely no idea that it was incredibly obvious he was head over heels for you. Everyone could see it. You could see it. But no one had the heart to tell Azul that his massive crush on the prefect was painfully clear.

Feeling bad for him, you’d take up his offer to spend the day with him, in which he tries his best to “subtly” convince you to stay. Usually, Azul was a master of persuasion, and just being suave in general. But now that desperation was starting to seep into the housewarden’s actions, he didn’t seem as good at it as he should be. Even he was noticing…

In spending the day with him, he’d give you a proper tour of Octavinelle (as if you don’t already know it inside out), play a few games of chess, and have a meal together at the lounge before the night began to roll in. He was running out of time to convince you, but was also… slowly coming to terms with the fact that he wouldn’t see you again. It stung, yeah… but things change, and after his overblot, he was starting to accept that more.

His goodbye would be where he breaks, hugging you to see you off, but you’d find that he wouldn’t let go, and after just a moment… he began to cry. “Please… I need to… I…” his words would barely be choked out behind his sobs, before he peels himself back and with his whole body trembling, he’d confess. “I need to tell you… that.. t-that… I… I love you, (MC)…”

Putting a hand up to cup his cheek, you smile, and he looks back at you, terrified, so scared that you’ll make fun of him or berate him for feeling such a way, but rather, you lean in and gently kiss him on the forehead. He stops crying and just. Stares at you as you tell him you love him too, and then leave… for the last time…

His love was returned, yet his lover would never return themselves… so that was it huh?…

➳ 𝙆𝘼𝙇𝙄𝙈 𝘼𝙇-𝘼𝙎𝙄𝙈

T-take me with you!!

Out of everyone, Kalim would be the most emotionally distraught of them all. When you first tell him, he’d gasp and take your hands in his own, practically jumping off the ground. “You’re going home!?” He would sound more excited than you actually were to return. “That’s great (MC)!! You’ve been trying for so long I’m so glad you can finally see all your family and friends again!” For most people, talk like that would appear insincere or sarcastic, but Kalim was just very vocal with his thoughts.

He’d spend the day with you, asking about what your home was like and learning about you with a bright smile the whole time. Though the whole time, something would feel… off, as if he was missing something, but you had explained that you were returning to your own world, so… maybe he was just happy for you?

“I can’t wait to come with you some time!! You need to come back and visit!” He’d chirp while eating lunch with you. And that’s when it hit you. He didn’t realise it was a one-way, one-off trip… it would take a lot to tell him, but after a moment of silence, you’d pipe up and manage to say.

You’d watch as his face slowly falls as you speak, to confusion. “What?” It sounded so genuine, like he didn’t understand why you couldn’t return. “But… is… is it not like a mirror?… like all the other portals?…” his loud, piercing voice began to grow quiet as his expression melted from confusion to sadness. You shake your head.

He seriously takes a moment after that, and it seems like this is the most he’d ever thought about anything between the whole duration of your stay here. And the entire time he was just silent. It even attracted a few gazes from others in the cafeteria.

“So I… won’t see you again?” His voice was empty and shaky, and it seemed like a light had left his eyes as he looked back up to you, his food now completely forgotten. You shake your head again, and as if that were a cue, Kalim’s eyes began to tear up and his bottom lip quivered.

“You… can’t go…” Usually, when Kalim cried, it was loud and snotty and a nightmare to deal with… but this? This was different, his voice was quiet, a wavering whisper, and his body seemed to shake with fear. He put a hand out on the table, palm facing up. Understanding, you’d put your hand in his and try to give a reassuring smile, but he’d just grab your hand a shakily lower his head.

Every movement looked like it was laboured, as he slowly sat up and raised your hand to his face gingerly, and kissed the back of your hand. He’d look into your eyes, desperation in his own. “Please… I want to go with you… but I can’t leave my own family and friends…” and you’d nod, understanding the predicament. You didn’t particularly want to go either, with how close you had gotten with everyone here.

When the next day rolled around and you had to finally say goodbye, kalim would run up to you, crying far harder than he had been before, and you’d just hold him and rest your head on his shoulder as he cries and cries. When he eventually does calm down, you let go and turn to leave, but he says one more thing before you do:

“Hey! (MC)! Tell people in your world about us! A-and I love you!”

➳ 𝙑𝙄𝙇 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙀𝙉𝙃𝙀𝙄𝙏

Oh… I had forgotten about that…

Vil would seem… thoughtful, about the whole situation when you tell him. At first it would seem like he doesn’t believe you at all, but then you’d explain exactly how Crowley managed to find you a way home and he’d feel his heart sink.

So he was loosing you?… he’d just stare off into the distance for a minute before sighing and smiling. “That’s wonderful… though it’s a shame that twisted wonderland will be loosing such a beauty…” he’d raise his hand to brush across your cheek, and though that smile would remain on his face, the pain behind his lilac eyes would be easy to spot.

He’d leave you for the day to get your things ready, though while you’re gone, things would be starting to go to shit in Pomefiore.

Vil would end up stressed and upset, causing him to make rash decisions and lash out at his dorm members, leading Rook to take over in running the dorm while a few of the other juniors helped to calm the housewarden down. After about an hour of that chaos, Vil decided that— if he’s never going to see you again, you’d absolutely need something to remember him by.

Immediately, he’d start to try to put together a gift, a way of showing his love at the last minute and hoping that it would last. In the back of his mind, he wondered if it would make you regret leaving, and make everything harder for you, but it was a thought that he shook off. He couldn’t bring himself to dwell on that too much.

Going through his stuff, he’d manage to find a few things he wanted to give you: a beautiful ornate necklace, one with golden charms going down it and a small fake vial of purple liquid as the main charm, a full bottle of his favourite perfume, and a book. It was a book he had memorised inside an out, though it was very dear to him. It was a book of poison recipes.

His only hope was that all of this was enough of a goodbye for you… he put it all in a box, wrapping it neatly and sticking a red bow on the top corner. It looked beautiful, as was customary for a gift from Vil Shoenheit.

He’d spend a while wondering to himself if he should just give it to you and wish you well, or also tell you his feelings. After deliberating that for a while, he decided on a compromise. A love letter would do nicely… So with that in mind, he spent the rest of the night writing out his feelings to you the best he could.

Truth be told, he had always been intrigued by you, but it was only now that you were leaving did he realise just how much he… liked you. Like didn’t quite cut it… no he loved you… and that scared him honestly, which was why he had never even really processed that he did until now, when you were slipping from his reach. He knew there was no way to convince you to stay or to go with you… so this would be his last grand gesture to you.

The day had came. It was pretty late now, and you had spent the whole day saying goodbye to everyone, but Vil was last, and instead of finding him, it was him that came to you, with a beautifully wrapped box in his hands, and a small envelope on top. “Don’t open it all until you’re home safe.” He’d sigh, an odd, unfamiliar affection in his voice. “This is the last time I’ll get to see you…” he sounded regretful as he spoke, leaning in to plant a kiss against your cheek. “But I promise you, it won’t be the last I think of you.”

“I just know you’ll make your world far more beautiful when you’re back…”

➳ 𝙄𝘿𝙄𝘼 𝙎𝙃𝙍𝙊𝙐𝘿

If you’re looking for a reaction, you’re not getting one…

“Y-you really think I’m gonna fall for that?”

The first words Idia said after you told him you were leaving were… jarring. You look at him, confused and a little hurt, but he seems more defensive than anything else. “Look I know you’re j-just trying to embarrass me! Or get me to act all sappy towards you! It’s not happening.” He’d cross his arms and turn away.

Hurt, that one of your good friends wouldn’t believe you on some of the biggest news of your life, you’d leave. But Idia wasn’t trying to be mean, or defensive… he just didn’t want to believe it.

After being with you for so long he had quickly grown to love you. You were the only person other than other that was able to put up with him. You were sweet and kind and pretty and the perfect partner for him… but he didn’t deserve you, you were far too good for him in his mind.

Looking in the mirror, he’d sigh. But that’s when news would get to him… other people were talking about you going home… what? Idia couldn’t believe it. It was real?… you weren’t lying?… now he felt even worse. His stomach turned and his heart dropped straight down into it, and all he could do was just sit on his bed and stare at the wall.

Is this what everything had came to? He had tried to make the right choices! He was sure that he was on the path to the good ending! All the signs were there, and it even seemed like you were starting to show interest in him!…

…no you weren’t. He was being delusional. At least that’s what he told himself. Why would someone like you ever fall for him? He was a complete shut in, an asshole, ignorant, and now? Now he had personally hurt you. What was he worth anyway.

Lying on his bed, he pulled his legs up to his chest, tears pricking his eyes and the ends of his hair flicking red. Of course this wasn’t the good ending, he was a total screw up. This was the worst ending possible, it was so bad that… he had forgotten it was one he could get… you were leaving forever… game over I guess…

The rest of his day would be spent alone, crying in his bed. He’d sent Ortho away to go… do whatever… as long as he wasn’t near him to see his spiral, because things only got worse from there. He couldn’t even bring himself to eat anything for dinner.

Ortho, though he was concerned, wanted to respect Idia’s wishes, so he stayed out of their room until it was late at night and Idia was asleep. It was a good thing he had no idea that he had cried so hard he had sort of just… passed out…

You were standing at the portal. The next day had came, but Idia hadn’t. You wanted to go and say goodbye to him, but time was running out and the portal would close if you weren’t through fast enough. So… no goodbye…

Idia still hadn’t left his room. He didn’t plan to. What’s the point in forming bonds if they always break…

➳ 𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙀𝙐𝙎 𝘿𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙄𝘼

Leaving?… so soon?

To Malleus, your departure from the school would come as quite the surprise. Though he himself helped Headmage Crowley to find you a way home, he never expected it to be so soon. It had only been about a year, and in the grand scheme of Malleus’s lifetime? That was nothing. To him, it felt like you had only been here a few days.

You were an odd little child of man. He had never really known where you had came from, nor had anyone else, but what he did know was that he didn’t want you to return. He wanted to study you more, and keep you close. He had grown possessive, though you were just friends.

He had strong feelings towards you, which was why he looked so hurt when you told him you were leaving. He wasn’t the only one upset, but it felt like it to him. He tried to brush it off, after all, you were just some human that would barely live a fraction of his lifespan… yet… it was hard to think of you that way.

He’d put his hand on your shoulder and look at you with a rather harsh expression across his sharp features. “I don’t want you to go.” He’d state plainly, making you shift under his gaze and step back. You’d tell him that you’d like to stay, but you have a life away from here that you’d like to get back to. His expression would stay the same.

Being a dragon in love was complicated. Especially if the person you were in love with wasn’t also a dragon or fae of any kind. If that was the case, they saw you as part of a hoard, something beautiful and precious that only belonged to them, and that they must protect with their life.

You were that person to Malleus.

After a decently confusing and… annoying conversation about how you had to return home, Malleus let up and retuned go Diasomnia to let you do your weird human things. He didn’t really know what you were up to.

As he often did whenever Malleus had any grievances, Lilia seemed to show up out of the blue to talk to the housewarden. He asked him what had happened and he relayed the conversation you had had with him. He seemed to understand what he was going through, and gave him the best advice he could:

“Malleus, many people who you care about are going to walk through your life, it’s your job to make the most of their presence while you can, spend as much time as you can with them before they go. I can promise you, it’ll be worth it.”

So he took that to heart, and at the crack of morning the next day, Malleus was at the door of ramshackle, looking for you.

When you answer he insisted that you spend the day with him before you had to leave, and that you did. He helped to pack up the last of your things and mostly followed you around for the rest of the day until it came to your departure.

“Farewell, (MC). May we meet again in another walk of life… my love…”

[moronkombat]

i am absolutely l o v i n g the stuff you’re putting out! 🤍🤍 could i request anything fluffy for raiden🫣 sfw or nsfw it doesn’t matter to me 💝 i just love him so much

have some soft Raiden!!

When Raiden had invited you out with him he half expected you to deny him. He had built himself up to except the rejection, practicing in the mirror how he would react. It Kung Lao's pressuring that led Raiden to even undergoing this task.

It not entirely out of the realm of reality for him to ask you out to dinner. It not the first time you would bee meeting each nor would it be your initial outing together. No, it would not be that all. He has known you for a bit now and there has been time spent between the two of you.

But a dinner? A date. Raiden cannot help but shutter at the word. It feels so childish and boyish, though suppose he had felt like that when building up the courage to ask you to join him for a quick dinner at Madame Bo's. He spent even more time preparing his bravery for the rejection but it never came.

A jaw goes slack and eyes blink as if trying to ascertain if what he seeing real. Real it was, indeed. You had accepted with a smile most beaming and Raiden had thought to himself What now?

Shaking smile laced in his expression he had something along the lines "Great! I'll pick you up at 7:00!" Before scuttling off, still not believing this to all be so real.

The time flies quicker than he would like, his mind still rattling in nerves and sick anticipation. When he see's you, arrive to escort you, all those worries seem to blow into the wind. You stand there and Raiden thinks maybe he should have dressed up better. He looks like but a pawn compared to you.

His throat is dry all of sudden and there's an audible gulp while he lightly shakes his head in the hopes of ridding himself of this stunned stupor. It doesn't work. Eyes scan up and down and he begins to speak but his words are treacherous, coming out as crackles.

Clearing his throat he tells you something or tries to. "Wow, uh-you look, uhm-good...!"

He can feel his stomach flip and it takes everything within him not to slap his forehead in disgrace. You seem not to mind his awkward mumbling as your response is gracious and paired with a delicate smile. Raiden nodded his head and then the two of you were off into the night.

Dinner appeared to drag through the winds of time but he didn't mind it. Not at all. You seemed keen on speaking with him just as he was. Slowly, that tingling nerves began to leave Raiden's spine bit by bit. He's comfortable now, sitting across from you and laughing at something you had said.

It not only his laugh that rings, yours does too and Raiden swells with pride hearing it. More and more confident he becomes as your dinner continues and Raiden feels unstoppable. Well perhaps not so much when the bill came but he insisted on paying and you thank him yet again with that smile has grown to be fond of.

Now the two of you walk in the cooling air of stars. A breeze most light dances around him as it does you. Smiles are a contagious thing, they must be. The two of you full of them. Raiden tells a joke and you laugh that music he so adores.

"I had a really great time with you tonight, Raiden." Your words fill his heart up tight. You had a good time but not just that. You had a good time with him. Raiden couldn't ask for much more than that and he isn't going to.

"It was really my pleasure. I'm just glad you agreed to come to dinner with me." Comes his confession, a hand rubbing his neck while his gaze drifts from yours.

You head sways to the right and a brow is perched in interest. "Did you think I wouldn't?"

"Ah well-" and his hand is scratching the skin of neck faster now, "Didn't know how busy you might be."

"I will always make time for you, Raiden." Endearing words spoken from lips that display a kind smile.

Raiden watches you for a moment, lips thinning into something shy while his head nods. "T-Thanks."

Oh how he wants to collide his palm to his face. How nervous must he sound? Incredibly he bets. There's a rather large barrel of hay to his left and oh does it look like a cozy place to hide away in right about now. But your words find him before he gets the chance to shrink away even further.

"You like me, don't you, Raiden?" An accusation, one that hits the nail so rough on the head.

Eyes of onyx widen and his body becomes one of ice. He stares at you, lost and trapped. A soft gaze stares into one petrified and Raiden's mouth begins to move but words cannot find themselves.

Your smile shines into him and you gift him with the words he tries to say. "It's okay. I like you too, Raiden."

He stares to you then unsure what to do with himself. Defenses wish to rise up and swallow him in embarrassment, shock and bewilderment. Raiden unable to move at all, his body simply trapped in this twilight like daze. Yet, your step closer to him is seen. Your hands laying against the fabric of his sleeves are felt and still he is made of stone.

Lips press against something smooth yet chapped and his eyes become the moon. Frozen and fixated he can only watch as your lips kiss his, still lightly parted from shocked. You don't seem to mind, holding there for but a precious moment and then you are retreating from him. Raiden's hands feel heavy and fingers twitch. Warmth becomes him and once tanned skin becomes as pink as a blooming rose.

Your laugh rings his ears and finally the cement binding his body seems to break away. He should do something, anything, instead stand here like a fool and then he senses your hands with his. He squeezes yours, perhaps a bit too eager, but you don't seem to mind.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Raiden." Not a question, no this is a promise and now Raiden is smiling.

He nods once, his smile wide as pinkish dust covers his cheeks. "Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow."

[hiraethwa]

one summer day

05 saturn i. where ushijima finds you outside your house

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pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x reader a/n: sorry for the late post, life has been hectic lately. enjoy the angst! inbox me if you want to be tagged - ave word count: 1.7k warnings: angst, childhood trauma, parental neglect/verbal abuse, past death of a family member song: saturn by sleeping at last

april, second year

you taught me the courage of stars before you left how light carries on endlessly, even after death with shortness of breath you explained the infinite and how rare and beautiful it is to even exist

ushijima is full on sprinting to your house. feet slamming on the pavements, heart thundering out of his chest. how had he not known? 

he remembers the words you uttered to him last year, seemingly random. but you had phased out when he asked you about it, lost in your own thoughts. and you had seemed so genuinely disturbed that he decided not to pursue the topic, letting it go. 

“my little sister was a cat whisperer too.”

even earlier today. you had been so out of it, missing the conversation that you were in, when normally you would be listening intently. when you were always listening, even when you were pretending not to hear the stupid things they talk about. 

he had patted your hair, checking to see if you were alright, and you gave him the same smile as always. others may be fooled by you, but he knew something was amiss. he had brushed it off, even though his gut told him something was not right, thinking you may have been tired from adjusting to waking up early for school again.

and you had been so quiet tonight when he walked you home. once again lost in your own thoughts, seemingly not noticing the orange cat that the two of you would stop and pet whenever he walked you home. he had stopped to give the cat a little treat before noticing that you had continued on, leaving him behind. as if your body was there, but your mind was not. like a ghost of yourself.

“how is she?” semi had asked ushijima when he returned to the dorms, bringing your homework that was left behind in semi’s room. that is new. semi never asked that question before when he walked you home in the past. 

you, with your smile that shined like a gem but you rarely showed people, only those closest to you. you, with your radiant kindness that stayed always like a quiet strength, even to those you were not familiar with. you, with your quiet caring, always making sure no one is left behind. you, with your warmth that didn’t expect anything in return. 

to him, you were the moon with many faces. not always seen, but always present. somehow, you two shared a bond that communicated with action more than words. two quiet people who preferred to do rather than say. to keep things to yourselves rather than burden those around you.

ushijima had known that you were independent to a certain fault, but not like this. 

his fists clench of their own accord, mirroring the feeling in his heart. did you felt alone? he could not imagine the pain that you were going through right now, alone in your empty house. how had he not known?

semi’s words replay in his head. “miyamura-senpai asked me to keep an eye on her before he left for college. today is the anniversary of their youngest sister’s death.”

“my little sister was a cat whisperer too.” was. was. was. 

he knew he could not have guessed that, rationally speaking. but if he had paid more attention, looked between the lines, perhaps he would have known sooner. 

he should have more than enough stamina to run to your house and back to shiratorizawa round trip easily, but he finds himself out of breath as he rounds the corner to your house. the windows were dark, as if all the light had been snuffed out. something in him sinks. his heart? he isn’t sure. 

“miyamura!” he bangs on your front door, hoping you weren’t asleep. if he had looked, he would have seen you squatting under the miyamura hyousatsu on the gatepost. 

“ushijima?” your voice calls out weakly from behind him. he whirls around sharply.

“miya–” he wants to scold you for being so stubborn. for not relying on your friends. you did not have to shoulder this grief alone, if he could help it. not now, not ever again. 

but he stops himself. because in the darkness of the night, illuminated by the streetlamps, you look so small. so defeated. like you had been carrying around all this grief with you your entire life that your shoulders sagged with the weight. that you were never given the permission to bloom. you had always reminded him of spring, but he didn’t know. 

he drops his bag to the ground, homework forgotten. 

“what are you doing here–” your words are cut off mid-sentence as his feet moves towards you without thinking, arms wrapping around your shoulder tightly and engulfing you in a hug. i am here. 

his head sits atop yours, almost a perfect puzzle. then he drops his head next to yours, hand cupping the back of your head as he holds onto you tightly. “y/n.” 

he’s never said your name out loud before. it was always miyamura, or miyamura-san. so when it comes out of his mouth, a dam breaks in you. tears come uncontrollably as you fist his clothes in your hands, trying to hold on, when all you were doing is spiraling. 

you sob. crying out loud. all that raging grief that was somehow miraculously locked away in you comes pouring out. your voice comes out broken and ugly as your chest heaves up and down violently. your pained wails of grief and loss a jumbled incoherent mess. 

ushijima stays with you like that for what felt like forever, as your pain breaks his heart over and over again, but all he could do was hold you and remind you that you are not alone, repeating the three little words over and over. “i am here.” 

when your sobs quiet down, and your breaths slow steadily with your hiccups, he pulls away to look at you. or at least, he tries to. your arms are locked tight around him, as if he would disappear the second you loosen your grip. 

“y/n, i am not leaving you.” you grip stays constant, and then slowly, after a while, it loosens around him, but does not fall away. it looks like you are intent on not letting go of him. “c’mon.”

he leads you into your house awkwardly, shuffling around with you still locked onto him, turning on the lights as he goes, knowing the place like the back of his hand from how often they come over when your parents are away for work.

“i’m making you tea.” you reluctantly release him from your arms as he sets a kettle of water to boil, but keep a hand on his shirt for good measure. 

ushijima picks out sencha from the variety of green teas you stocked for him after noticing that he had been bringing his own supply of tea to your study sessions. he brews the tea in a teapot, carefully proportioning out the amount of leaves. and in your cute cat painted cup, he fills it halfway, gently blowing on the hot liquid before handing it to you. 

you keep silent, sipping at the tea. he doesn’t mind, ushijima thinks. you were both on the quieter side. he likes to think that friendships are not defined by how much in common that two people have, or how much they can talk about, but rather the comfort in the silence that falls when the conversation stops. 

“can i stay the night?” it’s not that he doesn’t trust you to leave you alone. he doesn’t want to leave you by yourself, and from the way you are holding onto him, he thinks that you don’t want to be there by yourself either. he doesn’t want to think about what could have happened if he didn’t come back. if you hadn’t forgotten your homework in semi’s room. if semi hadn’t told him.

you nod, gratitude shining in your swollen eyes, long dried from how much you had cried. with the hand that is still on his shirt, you tug at him to follow you up the stairs. 

he realizes you mean for him to sleep in your room as you wordlessly roll out the futon that he carried from the guest room next to your bed. you show him to the bathroom for him to change out of his wet tear-stained clothes and hand over the set of clean clothes that you retrieved from your brother’s room.

you seem adamant on holding on to him by the edge of his shirt as he walks into the bathroom, almost like you would stay there as he undresses. but then, reluctantly, you let go of the small corner of the fabric that you had a deathly grip on and shuts the door. 

when ushijima walks out, he finds you in the same spot he left you in. your breathing is slightly labored, hands fidgeting on your sides. he reaches for your hand, relinquishing the bottom corner of his clean shirt to you. you seem to settle down with that gesture, content with his presence. 

he tucks you into bed, sitting next to you while regaling you with a tale of stars that were infinite.  your grip on his shirt remains until you fall asleep, the crease between your eyebrows finally easing. at that moment in time, you look so peaceful in your sleep that he could have been fooled. the quiet one who is always taking care of her friends, never expecting anything in return. now he knows the storm that brews under your skin.

a sudden wave of exhaustion hits him then, as he covers your hand with the blanket and crawls into the futon, falling asleep almost immediately.

when he wakes up the next morning, he finds you curled up next to him, hair mussed from sleep, your hand in his, fingers interlocked perfectly. 

in the days afterward, life carries on as usual. you pretend like that night didn’t happen, so ushijima follows suit. he can be patient. but he sees the cracks in the mask you don ever so clearly, stars shining through them. and he wonders, what happened to you in that house? 

more and more, he notices the tenseness in your spine, the invisible weight on your shoulders. the look in your eyes that feels far older than it should be. and he feels this urge in him to wrap his arms around you and protect you from all the hurt that the world has caused you. 

and then one day, when he finds himself alone with you, he blurts out the words he has been thinking about. 

“you don’t have to be the person in your house with me.”

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[sugawarassoulmate]

thinking about best friend!iwaizumi 😚

when iwaizumi’s phone buzzed the first time, he ignored it and kept playing his game. he had matsukawa, hanamaki, and oikawa on a voice chat—all of them yelling over the other while they played fifa. 

his eyes looked over at his phone when it buzzed a second time and that’s when he noticed your name flash across the screen. he was quick to answer you while his friends continued to bicker, thankful they couldn’t see the smile on his face as he thought about you.

from: dumbass🙄💙: i need a man’s opinion…

iwaizumi rolled his eyes, wondering what stupid question you had in mind. still, he didn’t hesitate to write a response.

to: dumbass🙄💙: am i the only man u know?

he’s about to put his phone back down when you text back immediately. 

from: dumbass🙄💙: i don’t think you’d want me to ask oikawa 🥴

well, you’re not wrong about that and now iwaizumi’s interest is piqued.

to: dumbass🙄💙: ok fine. but im playing fifa with the boys so i might not respond quick

from: dumbass🙄💙: ok i just need to know if i should post this photo or not 😅

that’s what your dire situation is? you need iwaizumi to pick between the probably dozens of photos you took today? he sets his phone back on his nightstand and turns his attention back to the boys, who finally started arguing and settled on a match.

iwaizumi’s phone buzzes again but he ignores it for a few moments while the four of them play. it takes less than ten minutes for oikawa to pause the game again, sparking even more arguments between the boys. feeling annoyed, iwaizumi reaches for his phone again and swipes open your message.

what he sees nearly makes him drop his phone.

it was a photo—you’re kneeling in front of the mirror in your bedroom, wearing the tiniest bikini iwaizumi’s ever seen. part of your face is covered from your cellphone taking the photo, but you’re leaning in, pushing your cleavage out.

“fuck…” he grunted under his breath, freezing when he thought his friends might have heard, but the screaming never stopped. taking another deep breath, iwaizumi finds the courage to text back.

to: dumbass🙄💙: did u mean to send that?

from: dumbass🙄💙: of course i did, dummy!!! should i post it on my story?

to: dumbass🙄💙: don’t u think its a little much?

it’s not enough if he’s being honest. iwaizumi wants to see more. he’s seen you naked a bunch of times—like when you were too drunk to go back to your place and you crashed in his apartment. he’d find you pajamas to change into and before he could be a gentleman and turn around, you’re already stripping in front of him, giggling at the deep blush spreading across his face.

from: dumbass🙄💙: i’m putting it on my close friends. this is what young people call a thirst trap, haji 😌

to: dumbass🙄💙: uhhuh 🙄 and ur trapping who?

from: dumbass🙄💙: my ex 😅😅😅

from: dumbass🙄💙:  he keeps looking at my story so i’m showing him what he’s missing out on 

iwaizumi’s completely checked out of whatever oikawa and hanamaki are yelling about now, not even hearing matsukawa laughing in the background either. he remembers when you and your loser ex broke up a few weeks ago. iwaizumi came over as soon as you called, you climbed into his lap and cried.

it was hard to be sympathetic considering this was the third time it happened, but it was even harder for iwaizumi to turn you away. he’d hold you in his arms until you’d stop crying, let you pick whatever movie you wanted to watch to calm you down, and he’d even let you kiss him.

each time you got your heart broken by some idiot who didn’t deserve your time, iwaizumi let you take your frustrations out on him. kissing and grinding against him. he used to stop you before the two of you could go too far, but eventually he found himself bouncing you in his lap, you crying out his name when you came around his cock.

but after a few days, you and your boyfriend made up. iwaizumi stopped convincing you to leave him for good. instead, he’d bide his time until you came crying to him again and, of course, he’d never turn you away.

the chime on his phone brings his attention back to you.

from: dumbass🙄💙: wait i have a better idea!! take some pictures with me? 🥺

from: dumbass🙄💙: that’ll really get his attention

iwaizumi’s not stupid, he knows when he’s being used. but you’re his best friend and you need him. his cock definitely isn’t twitching at the thought of pushing your bikini bottom to the side and fucking you dumb on your bedroom floor. you’d let him too. just so you could cry out about how big his cock was how none of your other boyfriends could make you cum so hard.

he leaves the voice chat without letting anyone else know, though he wouldn’t be surprised if any of them noticed. iwaizumi quickly taps out a response before grabbing his shoes and heading out the door.

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[muscleloverz69]

Leader of The House

Bob was already running late to work. The middle aged man couldn’t get his twins up for their first day of middle school and as a result was most definitely going to be yelled at by his boss at work. Sure enough when Bob arrived to his menial desk job his boss was waiting. However while Bob was expecting to be disciplined he never thought he’d get fired, but sure enough he was heading out of the office before morning rush hour was even over. “I already have people calling out left and right for personal days I can’t have someone unreliable when there are young guys I can pay half as much who will do whatever I ask.”

“At least it can’t get any worse,” Bob thought to himself.

Bob pulled back into his driveway dreading telling his wife as he did he noticed a strange car parked in front of the house. As he walked into the house he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. In his youth he had been quite handsome, but a full-time office job didn’t give him much time to workout. Now Bob had wrinkles, a beer gut, and receding hairline. The only thing Bob could really take comfort in was his beautiful wife and large stunning home. As Bob stared pathetically at himself in the mirror he heard a strange noise coming from upstairs. “Uhhhh Ohhhh.”

“Hunny are you ok? Don’t worry I’m home.” 

Bob ran up the stairs and burst into his bedroom face flushed red and sweaty, but when he saw what was going on he just fell to the floor in tears. In his bed was his wife and the accountant from the office. “Bob you aren’t supposed to be home!”

“Why did you do this Madison? I thought you were happy.” Bob wailed hysterically on the floor.

“Bob look at you you’re disgusting, why don’t you leave Johnathon here can take care of me.”

Bob walked out without saying another word. He passed through the front door and just kept going down the street. Bob walked for hours unable to come up with the courage to go back to the home he completely lost control of. Eventually he came across a strange store. He had no idea why but he felt a sudden urge to go inside. 

Inside were strange knickknacks thrown all over long tables. Nothing looked organized or priced in any way. As Bob took in the strange store a small old woman hobbled out from a backroom dressed in a long purple shawl. “Hello dear, I’d ask how you were doing but I can see from your sweat stained dress shirt and red eyes the answer would be not good.”

The woman made her way down a row of her chackies pausing to examine bumper stickers and snow globes, “I think I have just the thing to help though, you feel like you’ve lost control of your home yes?”

Bob looked startled, “How do you know that?”

The woman let out a small cackle before snatching a shot glass from the table. “Take this go home and place it in your kitchen, tomorrow you will be back in control of your home.”

Bob wasn’t usually superstitious but after the day he had he could use all the luck he could get and graciously took the glass. “How much do I owe you?”

“Don’t you worry it’s on me.”

Bob thanked the old woman before beginning his walk back home. As much as he dreaded it he knew he had to return. As he walked up to his house he noticed that accountant was still over but this house belonged to him and entered his home. It was already late and his kids and wife were asleep. As much as Bob wanted to he was too afraid to get into a fight trying to kick the accountant out so he just went to the kitchen put the shot glass away and slept in a guest bedroom.

As Bob slept unaware strange things began to happen. Thick wavy hair grew from his head, his body lost all its fat and in its place muscle swelled. In the next room his twin sons nearly doubled in height. Just as unaware as their vocal cords dropped two octaves and their bodies aged.

As his wife slept in the arms of the office accountant they also began to change similarly. The house began to creak and moan as it underwent its own changes as well.

The next morning Rob stretched his two tanned well muscled arms above his head sitting up. Something felt a little weird but he probably just partied too hard the night before. Rob got up adjusting his thick package before going down the hall. He started with the twins room. They were still asleep the athletic 19 year olds were completely identical in sexy muscle. Rob crept up to them cupped the back of one’s head and let his tongue work his way into a twins mouth in a deep kiss. Chad and Trent were woken up like this every morning, and they loved it.

Once he was satisfied Rob went down the hall to where the pledges stayed the night. The two twinks sat at the edge of the large bed asses up waiting for their spanking. Rob enjoyed watching their plump asses jiggle after each smack. The two twinks felt their asses twitch begging to be filled but that would have to wait until after initiation. 

At the back of all their minds, they knew something was off. But all the frat bros loved their life and Rob was in charge of his house just like he should be.

[theobsessedbrunet]

Damn stupid

One- shot, Pairings: Bucky Barnes x You

  The rooms of the interrogation room were blank grey like the floor and the ceiling and the chairs and the table. Very boring and tiring room. You had actually never seen one, they were a little bit different from the movies and series. There was no mirror on the wall or a metal railing on the table where the suspect could be handcuffed to. Or maybe you got a normal waiting room, reserved for not so dangerous people.

  "I'm sorry I got you into this mess."

  Your turned to look at your partner in crime sitting next to you, looking anywhere else than you. You pressed your mouth together and slightly smiled. "If we're accurate, I got you into this mess."

  Bucky laughed slightly, the sound echoing in the empty room. He had a slight stubble lining his jawline and he had started growing his hair a bit longer again. Something he had not been planning to do, but once you commented how good he looked with that, he decided to do it. Of course, you had no idea he did that because of you. Honestly, you were so oblivious. He was head over heels for you, hence the situation you both were in now.

  You two had decided to go for a few drinks since the weekend was starting and the situation had escalated. A girl had tried to hit on Bucky but got rejected by him and she took it out on you. Bad mouthing about you in the bathroom to some randoms and at the counter. You had enough about that after you heard her talking to what you had counted to a seventh person. Some words were exchanged between you, then some pushing around and before you knew it you were in your first ever bar fight. Bucky only tried to keep you safe and pull you away from her but things got complicated when the other girl's boyfriend came to pick her up.

  Bucky finally got the courage to glance at you but quickly looked away when he saw the dried blood below one of your nostrils. He hated himself for letting you get hurt. Your safety was always his number one priority.

  You noticed his brows furrowing after he had glanced at you. Wanting to lighten up the mood, you laugh a bit and push his shoulder lightly. "You should see the other girl."

  He shook his head a smile forming on his lips. "I did."

  The door suddenly opened as Dr Raynor strutted inside and sat on a chair across from you two. You took notice of one folder in her hands as she sighed, glancing between you two. She was a strict woman let alone a therapist. 

  "You are a constant pain in my ass." She simply began, opening the folder. 

  "Will we be out of here soon?" You asked, careful not to poke the bear any more than necessary. 

  "You, yes. Him, no."

  You and Bucky looked at each other, not surprised how it went to that. Yes, Bucky had conditions in his case that demanded that he would not break the law or hurt anyone and he had been caught doing that. 

  "But it was not Bucky's fault. He didn't start it, I did." I leaned forward towards Dr Raynor who looked at me unphased. Bucky placed his leather covered hand on my knee and looked into my eyes a small smile playing on his lips. He knew it wouldn't help but he appreciated your efforts.

  A sigh escaped out of you as you slumped back into your chair. "Well, how long are you going to keep him here?"

  "You and your boyfriend got big plans for tonight?" Dr Raynor asked, eyes analyzing every movement. Bucky quickly pulled his hand back embarrassed and slightly annoyed with Dr Raynor. She definitely knew what she was doing.

  "He's- He's not my boyfriend." You breathed out. You were taken back by her ruthlessness. She either, in this five minutes figured out how you felt about or Bucky had said something to her in their therapy sessions. It couldn't have been the second option since you two were only friends, so simply said she was way too good at her job.

  "You better tell him that then." 

  You looked at Bucky confused. Eyebrows furrowed you tried to meet his blue eyes but he once again looked anywhere else than at you. 

  "Only love makes you that crazy-" Dr Raynor began, eyes traveling between your two frozen bodies. "And that damn stupid." 

  Soon enough you were let out.. Jacket wrapped around you, you sat down on one of the cushioned waiting chairs, determined to wait for Bucky's release. People walked in and out, chatter filling the place.

  Could it be that it was not at all about the girl bad mouthing about you but about Bucky getting hit on? Did you use that as an excuse to attack on that girl? No you were not that petty to actually attack a girl because she tried a guy you fancied. Right? He was good looking and his musky scent just pulls you into him and- and his presence just takes over any room he steps in. You couldn't blame her, you are just as attracted to him as she was. Definitely more.

  Few hours later Bucky appeared from the double doors a police officer quick on his heel. The officer stayed at the doors, eyes trailing Bucky as he spotted you sitting in the waiting room. Emotionless look on his face, he walked towards you with a stride. Your eyes traveled over his metal arm that was visible to everybody as he had his jacket in his hands. 

  As you stood up, you wanted to reach for him, ask about what they said or if he was in a lot of trouble. But before you could do that, Bucky collided into you. His hand quickly found your waist as the other one was placed on your cheek. He pulled you into him, overtaking your lips into his. He was demanding, and still so careful and sweet. Your lips moved in a slow rhythm, enjoying every second.

  It ended too fast as he pulled away from you. His blue eyes meeting yours as he anxiously waited for your reaction. After you had walked out of the room, Dr Raynor had given him a talking about how he should allow himself to experience life. You were a big part of this talking as she had seen how you had blushed at the mention of him being your boyfriend. 

  Your eyes gleamed as you gazed up at Bucky, smiles taking over both of your faces. You slid your hands down his arms into his hands, enjoying every touch of flesh and the cold metal. 

  "We need to come up with a better first kiss story." You laughed as you two turned towards the exit. You leaned against Bucky's shoulder as he smiled widely, glad that for once Dr Raynor gave a good advice.

[hecksilver]

What if: Marie had told the truth?

this is a little "what if" scenario i created. i haven't write in a very long time so thank you anyone who read it, it means a lot.

“Just tell her the truth about what I did”

Marie felt like suffocating. Every heartbeat, every breath, seemed to carry a weight it wasn’t there before. Her palms were sweaty but there were goosebumps running down her spine, her lips felt dry and her eyes felt wet with unshed frustration. She couldn’t for the life of her think how she got there, one day she was just a freshman being faced with the brutal reality that was university – being rejected for her dream school by the person she thought it was nothing far from absolutely awesome, then going out with the top ranking students, drinking and doing Molly, saving someone’s life, being expelled and then not being expelled because the college’s Golden Boy (literally) killed the chairman of her dream school (cancelling her expelling in the processes, so thanks…I guess?) but then he killed himself in the middle of campus and now she was there; sitting in from of a hair and makeup station, getting prepared to give an interview for the first time in her life to none other them Hailey Miller.

It was more than just her life giving a 180º - it fucking twisted itself into a pretzel and then blew itself in her face.

“Just tell her the truth about what I did”

They dressed her up in red (how creative) and gave her a script, because apparently every interview was scripted. Marie swallowed the lump in her throat and ran her eyes along the lines.

Marie: I saw in his eyes, and immediately knew. He was determined, on a mission to kill. And I was his next target.

It felt bad. Really bad. Luke was distraught not insane, he was angry, yes, but not a her – well, maybe a little bit at her, she did showed up at be worst time possible. And he did try to…hurt her? Kill her? She didn’t know, she never find out and never would.

He was a blazing human torch towards her, filled with fury and a pain Marie couldn’t place in the grand scheme of things. She could’ve gotten hurt, badly, like Brink…Then why did she felt like she was doing something so very shitty by reading those lines? Why did it felt like a fabricated lie when, in retrospect, it kind off wasn’t?

“Hailey,” she read. “‘It was just you and Andre?’, Marie: Just us. I knew I had to stop Golden Boy,” she frowned. “‘Before he killed more innocent… people’.”

All she ever wanted was to be a hero, and by those lines she sounded heroic. She “fought” Golden Boy, the top ranking Luke Riordan, the one everyone knew was destined to great things, to be a member of The Seven, worthy of being compared to Homelander himself.

She “fought” him.

She won. A hero.

He lost.

He died. A villain.

“Just tell her the truth about what I did”

Marie signed.

“You’re live on camera, whatever story you tell them they have to run with.”

“Actually, Hailey, someone else was there, too,” she stared at herself in the mirror, trying to seek courage and determination in her own eyes. “Jordan Li.”

“You didn’t do shit. You ran.”

“Jordan’s the one who really fought Golden Boy.”

She knew what she had to do.

Just tell the truth, be honest. Jordan was there – the one who fought a friend to protect her, the one who lost a friend protecting her.

Marie’s chest tightened when Hailey Miller approached, looking as pasty and blond as she did on TV. Greeting her with a voice sickeningly sweet, being polite and nice, poised, as the makeup crew gave her the finishing touches, looking comfortable in front of so many cameras and so many people that Marie was sure she wouldn’t fit in any other work – maybe everything would go well, Hailey Miller was a professional, so it’s not like she would purposely want to fuck with her-

“There’s not gonna be any ‘gotchas’. We won’t mention your sister,”

Well…Fuck.

“Oh,” she breathed. “What do you mean?”

Hailey Miller looked at her with a brief smile playing in her lips, as if it was all planed, all a part of the show. Eyes trained on her like those of a falcon – ready to pounce at the first slip, glimmering with the excitement of fresh blood. “I thought you knew. I’m Sorry.”

No, with that fucking self-congratulatory look in her face, she wasn’t.

She wasn’t sorry for shit.

“We invited her to comment,” Marie felt the air leaving her lungs, a coldness spread through her chest. Annabeth was there? After all this years? She would see her? Her eyes teared up. She didn’t focus on the fact Hailey Miller didn’t even bother to look at her. “You know where she is?”

“Not really. We just found an email.” Hailey checked herself on a mirror.

“Can I have it?” Hailey looked at her with…Annoyance? Pity? Marie couldn’t tell. “Please.”

Hailey Miller than signed and Marie knew – deep down she knew – something bad was coming up.

“What is it?” She pursed her eyebrows. “What did Annabeth say?”

“She said she didn’t want anything to do with you. I’m sorry.”

Things seemed to move slowly but way too fast at the same time, her heart became heavier, but her blood was running faster, echoing in her ears.

“Family, right?” Hailey Miller said, her voice muffled in Marie’s ears.

It was like she was drowning, a high-pitched ringing buzzed inside her head. She was dizzy, her fingers held the sides of her chair so firmly like she would fall in her face the moment she loosened her grip. Annabeth couldn’t have said that, could she? She must know Marie didn’t mean too kill their parents, she was frightened too, and lonely, and so, so guilty… Why Annabeth couldn’t see that? Why she didn’t understand?

Fuck that.

“Sorry,” her voice was small, trembling. “Could you repeat the question?”

“This is a lot. I know.” Hailey said with the all the fake sympathy her face could muster. “Golden Boy, the most powerful superhuman on campus, in a murderous frenzy, charging, and it was just you.”

Marie swallowed.

It was just her…

“I fought Luke to protect you.”

Marie felt like spiraling, every second going deeper and deeper. She breathed, trying to suck up the air, but it wasn’t enough, and every exhale came with a bigger suffocation feeling.

“Marie?”

“Just tell her the truth about what I did”

“We knew we had to stop Golden Boy before he killed more innocent people,” her voice sounded assured, strong. Firm even though she felt her insides twisting and turning. “It was down to us.”

“Us, you said?” Hailey Miller probed.

“Yes. Me, Andre…” Inhale. Exhale. “And Jordan Li.”

“You don’t owe me shit, but I’m asking anyway.”

Later that night, when she got to her dorm and find herself alone once more, she looked at her family photo, the last remaining of what once was a happy family. Her family, that was gone because of her.

Because of her fucked up powers.

She snapped her pocket-knife, the blade flipping up temptingly. It was a conflicting sensation as she pressed the sharp edge on her palm, crossing the faint scar open in an all too familiar stroke until the blood started to drip, and her tears finally started to fall.

She couldn’t tell how long she was seated there, maybe a minute, maybe an hour. But when she decided to get up that was a million things going around her mind – her sister resentment of her, her family, dead because of her; her powers, the cause of all her pain and grief; Andre (why the fuck wasn’t he there?) the reason why she got fucked over on the first place, Dean Shetty’s impassive look as the Interview moved on, Jordan...

Marie jumped when a knock thumped against her dorm door, it was constant and angry, and she didn’t doubt whoever was outside wouldn’t be past take the whole door down. She inhales deeply, whipping her tears away, hoping she didn’t look as bad as she felt when she swung the door open.

“You did it,” Jordan announced walking past her in a swift motion, the femme form pacing anxiously around the dorm. “You actually fucking did it.”

“Well, yeah,” Marie murmured, tired. “You were there, you fought Golden Boy…What else could I say?”

Jordan chuckle, incredulous. “They gave you a script,”

“I was live on camera, whatever story I told them they have to run with,” she repeated. “Or so I’ve heard.”

Jordan stepped closer, eyes fierce on hers, full of intent. There were something electric on being toe-to-toe with Jordan Li, facing their obnoxiously beautiful face, feeling their scent cloud any possible thought – Jordan’s body was close enough that Marie could felt its warmth, could perfectly hear their heartbeat, could glance at their mouth and imagine all the things that it could do to her, on her. Their lips looked so soft, so pink, and so lusciously delicate; she couldn’t help but let her mind wonder.

“Thank you,” Jordan said, finally. A breath of relief enrolled in their voice. “For telling the truth, I mean.”

Marie swallowed hard. Breathing deeply as she stepped closer into Jordan’s space, they didn’t move an inch what was a good sign, right? She wanted to do a lot, but didn’t know where to begging – hands on the shoulders? Or just lean in for the kiss? Maybe grab their wais and pull them forward, let them take the lead and kissed her? Do they want to kiss her back?

A loud buzz broke the thick silence between them. Jordan’s phone. They looked slightly apologetic by stepping back and then Marie’s own phone sounded.

“Holy fuck…” Jordan gasped.

Marie slides the screen up, reading at the notification of the God U student app.

“Hey MARIE MOREAU, check the Rank Update that we just put out!”

She clicked.

“Holy fuck!” she repeated.

#1: Jordan Li

#2: Marie Moreau

#3: Andre Anderson

[sammysam444]

Captain John Price + Mask Wearing User.

Summary: you had an accident in the military that left your face scarred for good, once you had recovered you began self doubting your looks and thought it would be for the best if you wore a mask for the rest of your life.

(Btw I have never wrote stuff like this before so give me tips or let me know if you have any comments about this)

Warnings: Some angst, fluff, scar mentions, blood, kissing, gn!reader (thats it pretty much ngl)

Price was sat with the team on a table in the mess hall, talking and chatting mindlessly about anything really. Everyone stopped talking when you had walked in and joined them on the table, Price faced you and smiled “Good morning, Y/N” He greeted you and you only gave a simple ‘Morning’ and nodded towards him.

The guys continued their endless chatter but Price’s mind was busy with thoughts of you. When you first joined the Task Force, he knew about the mask, being that Laswell was the one who mentioned it when he received your file and spotted that there was no picture of you. He was of course curious at first and somewhat nagged Laswell to tell him why, but when she insisted on it being a privet matter, he stopped asking. But now as he is sat at the table he can’t help but wonder why did you hide your face, was it because you didn’t like your face? Is it because you have a dark past like Ghost? His mind went back and forth but he never had the courage to ask you.

And that all changed when night time came and he was standing in the hallway of his quarters and smoking a cig near a window. He was in deep thoughts but suddenly he snapped out of when he heard a door click open, he saw you walking out of your quarters as well but without the mask on.

Price froze in his place, not knowing what to do, should he make himself present? Say something or keep quiet? But that was a little too late when you spotted him by the window and your eyes met his. His gaze lingered on you, taking in your exposed face, the soft glow of the moonlight that was escaping from the window landed perfectly on you, outlining your features. He felt his heart beat quicken, your eyes were so mesmerising , your eyelashes were long and thick, your plump lips and the scars that were spread across your face.

He didn’t notice it at first but you began slowly retreating into your quarters, you felt your breath get caught in your throat, and before you knew it, Price took few big strides, his body moving on its own when he gently grabbed your arm. “Y/N…” he spoke softly, his eyes roaming your face and then landing back onto your eyes. At this point your cheeks were flushed, the fact that he had seen you, and now he was this close made your heart start beating faster. Though you’d never admit it outloud but you had developed feelings for your Captain, and it began ever since you joined the team, he was perfect in your eyes, the way he smiled and small wrinkles would appear below his eyes, or the way his blue eyes would instantly land on you when you walked into the room. He made you feel all sort of fuzzy feelings and always left you with butterflies in your stomach.

You gulped, not knowing what to do or how to react in this situation, you were both standing in silence till he lifted his hand up and cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing over your scars that had healed long ago. It was almost as if he was trying to engrave each scar into his memory, the way some scars began around your eyes and ended on your cheek, or the one scar that was diagonally across your lips, you looked so… angelic. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and finally spoke up “Why would you hide this…?” He asked you, why would you ever hide a face this beautiful?

You sighed, looking down at the floor for a moment, trying to muster up a response “I guess I always felt like I had to cover it up…” you were never able to get used to it, each time you looked in the mirror you felt… conflicted, you didn’t hate the way you looked but you didn’t exactly like it either. You even hated the self doubt that came with it, convincing yourself that nobody will ever love the way your scarred face looked, so you took the easy way out and instead covered your identity with a black balaclava. “How…?” Price mumbled, and when you didn’t reply for a second he continued “I meant how did you get these… scars?” He continued.

“JUMP PRIVET!” The pilot screamed at you as the helicopter’s red light kept flashing, followed by the alarm that was blaring. The chopper you were in was shot and it was falling to the ground at a fast pace. Your teammates had long jumped from the chopper and landed safely with their parachutes but now? There were none left, you were waiting for the right moment to jump, preferably before the chopper itself hit the ground and exploded into a million pieces but you were uncertain if you’d even make it out alive. Next thing you know the chopper landed in the sand with an explosion, the propeller flying off to god knows where, and you? Thrown out into the ground with huge force that you were sure you’d have a few fractures in your bones, your entire body was on fire (not literally), your body was acking furiously but most importantly your face… very small parts of the chopper had exploded off and some hit your face, with enough force to leave deep scars but not enough to hit any nerves. You called for help from your radio and right before you passed out from the exhaustion and blood loss, you heard several cars pull up, and next thing you know the medics were lifting you into a gurney and hurrying you into a car. The next day you had awoken in the base medical wing, the beeping monitor and the nurse that stood next to your bed who must have been taking your vitals, you looked up at her and groaned “God… where the fuck am I…?” You mumbled “Base medical wing.” The nurse replied, giving you a small smile “Glad to see you awake.” She spoke softly as she changed the empty IV bag, you froze once you saw your reflection in the glass window beside your bed… so many stitches and your face… you didn’t even know who you were looking at, couldn’t recognise yourself anymore. You held back a sob, looking away and staring at the white ceiling.

You snapped out of your thoughts and looked into his eyes “Mission gone wrong… the chopper fell and left me with these scars.” You mumbled, not wanting to go into extreme details. Price only nodded, his expression changing into one of sympathy and understanding, his thumb still caressing each scar “You look…” he trailed off “Beautiful.” He smiled softly, oh that smile of his… how it made your knees feel weak, your head instantly leaned into his touch, and you smiled back. You were sure at this point that you looked as red as a tomato but did it matter to you? No, not when you’re being held by Price himself. “Can I be honest with you, Y/N?” He murmured, and you nodded, maintaining eye contact with him “I think you’re are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” He spoke with a genuine tone, “Can I…” he took a deep breath before he continued speaking “Can I kiss you…?” His face was inches from yours and you felt his warm breath hit your face, it smelled of his signature cig and a slight hint of whiskey. You nodded your head and he leaned in, his lips touching yours in a gentle kiss. As his lips were moving along yours, you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, as he also wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your body flush against his. After some moment, both of you pulled back panting for air, and he had a crooked smirk on his face, “If you’re not busy tomorrow… maybe I can take you out on a date?” He asked, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight, “That would be lovely…” you smiled back, cupping his cheek and running your thumb along his beard.

[haileyywrites]

-> Cyno found himself with time to kill, so he wandered around Sumeru City where he happened to catch you dancing with Nilou

-> Pure fluff with Cyno just falling for you! Reader has no gender or pronouns mentioned! Cyno's work-partner is mentioned! No spoilers for anything!

Cyno rarely found himself with free time - and when he did, he would end up working anyway. His partner and the other Matra had noticed his workaholic tendency's, but none other than Taj had the courage to approach him about actually taking a break. Of course, he simply declined and turned back to his duties. That would have been the end of it were it not for Taj's insistence...

“Cyno, if you do not take a break now I will have to resort to less than ideal methods to make you. Take. A. Break. That's an order.” Taj wore a smile on his face, but his eyes were dead serious.

“Fine, fine. But only a short one, I have things to finish.” Cyno knew this was a battle he would not win and tactfully chose to retreat, for now.

Fresh air did feel pleasant after the countless hours he'd spent inside going over paperwork and such. The sun was shining high above, the plants and flowers were blooming and the wind brought with it a cool breeze. It was a perfect day for him to take a break. Just a short one.

The city was not as loud and hectic as some days, which was nice. Cyno could feel himself relaxing with every step he took, a small smile graced his features for a fraction of time. Not long enough for anyone to notice, though.

The sound of music suddenly caught his attention, it was rather unusual as no events were being held as far as he knew. The Academia was rather strict about things like public performances and event's that took place within the general public. As far as he was concerned, if they didn't cause trouble it didn't matter. But it did make him curious enough to follow the sound.

He rounded a corner to find a sizeable crowd forming to watch the performers play. He walked to the side to be able to actually see anything. Some people sat on the ground while others stood to play their instrument's, they played a rather catchy tune making some of the crowd slightly sway along.

Then he saw you.

You were smiling as you stood beside another dancer - Nilou. You moved in perfect sync with the rhythm of the music and he was simply enchanted. His ruby eyes had widened in an attempted to watch you better, while he stared in awe. He felt hypnotized by your movements, had the rest of the crownd not acted normally he might have thought you'd actually done so.

You and Nilou danced by yourselves but you moved as one, perfectly matching as if you were both just sides of a mirror. You were both clearly talented and well trained, but even then you were in perfect harmony with one another. Yet his eyes were solely on you.

Cyno had never taken an interest in things like art or dancing, but your performance was the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed. You were the most beautiful being he had ever witnessed, and now he couldn't look away. During one of your moves you turned towards him and your eyes met for but a moment. He felt like he could stare into them for eternity, as they shined brighter than any stars.

They say that the eyes are a window to one's soul. Yours must be quite beautiful...

Suddenly everything came to an abrupt halt as a group of Academia personnel stood before you and Nilou, their faces were almost red as they stared at the two of you furiously. The crowd stood silently in anticipation - awaiting for their next move.

“Are the Academia's rules about hosting public events not clear enough, or are you simply too numb minded to not understand them?” Their leader spat out loudly.

“But this is not an event, we were simply performing out in the open!” Nilou protested.

“The details do not matter. You are disturbing the peace and must now pay the price for it.” He dismissed her with a wave of his hand.

“"Disturbing the peace?" We were only playing music and dancing! If we truly were then we're sorry, but nobody has complained to us!” You spoke up.

“Even so, this has all created such a fuss. Now come quietly or we'll have to use force.” The Eremites behind him showcased their weapons to threaten you further.

A panicked expression made its way to both you and Nilou, who tightly held onto your arm. Your face pulled on his heartstrings painfully... He couldn't just sit back and watch, not when he had the power to help. You were innocent - his job was to protect the innocent and bring the guilty to judgement.

“Stop.” He simply said, all heads now turning to face him. “They were not disturbing anyone as far as I can tell. Had someone complained, I'm sure they would have complied. Besides. This was not an event as you've claimed.”

“Cyno. Stay out of this, or are you question your superiors?” The sage frowned.

“I'm simply stating facts. Even if they were guilty of the charges, they would be let off with a warning, considering this is their first time in trouble.” He didn't glare at the sage, but his gaze sure felt like a deadly one.

“Tch, fine. We'll let you handle the rest, but I will not forget this.” The sage marched off with his company.

The crowd began leaving to continue their daily activities as the musicians began packing away their instrument's, and thought reluctantly - Nilou took down any decorations you had put up. You on the other hand, approached Cyno in order to thank him.

“I wanted to thank you on behalf of us all. We truly had no idea this was not allowed, we'll be more careful next time...” You smiled sheepishly.

Cyno could feel his cheeks warming up but chose to completely ignore it, along with the increasingly rapid beat of his heart. “Don't mention it.”

He couldn't believe that he felt shy around you... The silence was rather awkward. You thanked him again with that bright smile of yours before telling him that if he ever needed anything to come to you - you would repay his good deed.

Then you turned to leave to help Nilou pack up. He continued to stand there for a moment before remembering that he should start heading back, his work was still unfinished. Even if his comrade's wouldn't mind him staying out for longer.

They almost couldn't believe what they were seeing when he returned, either they were hallucinating or Cyno was sick. He was smiling. The always stoic and serious Cyno was smiling while resting his head on his palm and staring at nothing... Just what had he done while out? They all wondered.

I love him, he was my first 5 star! Reblogs are always welcome<3

[mack-devereaux]

I’ve loved you this whole time

(This one switches between pov’s)

Nico Hischier X Y/N

It was a weird feeling he had, he was disappointed his team didn’t make it as far into the playoffs as they’d hoped, but he felt excited to go home to Switzerland and see his family and friends, and a certain someone. He has had a crush on the same girl for years and he had never plucked up the courage to speak to her. He was an nhl player, he talked to countless media news outlets and he spoke to the team all the time. Yet he was absolutely terrified to speak to a cute little book shop owner.

*

She was distracted, she knew he was visiting soon but she wasn’t sure when. She had watched their last playoff game and could tell he was disappointed they didn’t make it very far into the playoffs. She wasn’t sure why she had a fascination with Nico, sure he was attractive, but they never really had a conversation longer than 10 seconds, she just chalked it up to her having a crush on him. A crush she’d had on him for the last 6 years.

After opening the book shop for the day she sat down behind the desk and opened up Instagram, the first post being from Nico. He was back. She couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto her face. For the past week she had been waking up a bit earlier than normal, putting a bit more effort into what she looked like just in case she ran into the man who has been taking over her thoughts for the last few years.

*

He’d been back for about a week, he’d spent time with family and friends and he was glad for the break, although he occasionally did get a text from Jack asking him if he had seen y/n. He knew he shouldn’t of mentioned her to him he thought to himself. Jack was relentless with his teasing about his captain having feelings for a girl back home.

Later that evening he and a few friends headed into town for the fair and street dance that was going on that weekend. “You good Nico? Looking a bit tense there, nervous to see a certain someone?” his friend joked. “I’m fine, leave y/n out of it” he smiled when he said her name.

Luca spoke up “You know she watches all your games right”. Knowing his brother harbored feelings for the girl, it was time to do some matchmaking.

“She what?” Nico was very surprised by this.

“Yea, she goes to the pub to watch whenever they decide to play your games, which isn’t as often because of the time change, but I’ve also seen her watch them on her phone when she goes out with us,” Luca stopped and looked at his brother, “I think you should just ask her out, it’s very obvious that she likes you too dude. Plus her and y/b/f are gonna meet up with us tonight.”

*

Before Y/n locked up the book store and walked down the street towards the fair, she took one last look into the mirror to see how she looked. She wasn’t a vain person but she did have to say she looked good, she had a new dress and put a bit more makeup on. She loved when the fair came, she loved the lights, the dancing, and the music. Tonight was the night that she was going to run into Nico. Mainly because literally everyone in town went to the fair and she was meeting up with some mutual friends they shared with one another. To say she was nervous was a drastic understatement. As she got further into the vendors booths she saw her best friend.

“Y/n!” Her best friend yelled, “oh my gosh you look beautiful! You wouldn’t be wearing this because a certain someone is back in town would you?” she teased.

“Shut up, and no, I just felt like dressing up is all,” y/n blushed.

“Y/n I love you but you’re a terrible liar.” Y/b/f said. “Let’s go I think they are down here.” They walked down the street arm in arm looking for the rest of their friend group. As they turned the corner she saw him, he looked good, his outfit was simple, just wearing some dark jeans and a black t shirt, and a backwards hat. Smiling at something his brother said. She thought he looked breathtaking.

*

Nico was feeling good. Ever since the comment his brother said about you watching all his games he could not stop smiling. It was definitely an ego boost, not that he needed it. He got plenty of attention from girls back in Newark and on away games, but he never acted on it, his heart belonged back here in Switzerland with y/n. They found a table and some chairs and decided to have a drink while they waited for everyone to show up. He looked up and there she was. He sipped on his beer as he looked her up and down, the dress she was wearing hugged all her curves just right, and her hair going down her back, she looked incredible. He felt a sharp kick in his leg and he glared at his friend. “Way to be subtle Hischier” his friend laughed.

*

“Hey boys” y/b/f said, “thanks for waiting. Y/n took too long making sure she looked good for—ouch.” Y/n elbowed her friend “shut up.” They sat down in the only seats left, which ever so conveniently, hers happened to be next to Nico as her best friend snagged one next to their mutual friends.

“Hi Nico, it’s good to see you,” y/n said rather quietly.

His name on her lips sounded absolutely perfect. “Y/n, it’s lovely to see you as well. You look beautiful tonight,” Nico said smiling.

Her heart jumped into her throat. Did he actually say that to her? She was nervous, just about everyone could pick up on it. She blushed and tucked her hair behind her ear. “That’s very sweet of you to say Nico, thank you.” They both joined the conversations flowing between their friends.

*

Nico felt a bit more confident tonight. He wasn’t sure if that was from the alcohol he’d consumed, which he only had a slight buzz going, or the fact that he knew that his dream girl kept up with his hockey games. He would steal a glance every now and then at her. With how packed the street fair was getting they had all moved their chairs in a bit closer to one another, so as nonchalantly as he could he intertwined his fingers with hers under the table. She immediately made eye contact with him and glanced down at his fingers playing with hers and smiled back up at him. He shot a wink at her and they both went back to listening to what story was being told.

*

They had sent flirty glances and smiles at each other all night,never letting go of her hand, and the rest of the group definitely caught on. So as the night ended no one was surprised when Nico spoke up and volunteered to walk y/n back to her apartment. As they walked down the street away from their friends Luca and y/b/f looked at each other and said “finally”.

They walked hand in hand down the street and y/n finally spoke up “I know you’re probably upset for not going far into the playoffs but you and your team played really well this year, you should be proud.”

“Thank you, that means a lot,” he smirked at her “so…you watch my games huh?”

She laughed, “Yea.. I try to watch most of them. Luca and y/b/f give me hell for it, but I enjoy the game and I think it’s really awesome you made it into the NHL.” She stumbled through her words.

“I happen to think it’s adorable that you watch my games.”

*

As they approached y/n’s apartment their banter had turned into flirting, he didn’t want the night to end.

“Well this is my stop, thank you Nico, for walking me home and entertaining my rambling,” she looked up at him.

“You weren’t rambling, and it’s not a big deal. I didn’t want you walking home by yourself.” The way she looked at him was definitely making his heart swell, had he really been this blind the whole time. His hand went up to the back of his neck and let out a nervous laugh “so I was thinking maybe I could take you out for dinner sometime?”

“I’d really like that Nico.”