#I’ve been a little busy the past couple days so I’m catching up today

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Horizontober day 21: Haze

Smoke bombs are an extremely useful tool that I forgot existed about 4 seconds after I learned how to use them. Oops

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Sparrow Of The Dawn : Chapter Five

Sam x Willa (Fem OC)

Warnings: Swearing, One mention of the word 'Daddy', mentions of boners? Mild accidental groping, light talk of spit kink if you squint, a lot of movie references, Jumpscare Warning: Jeremy Allen White, mentions of very minor injury, Girls Night (gender neutral term), guys being dudes, mentions of avoiding a car accident, fluff, and per usual Sam just being his usual self.

Word Count: 8k.

Author’s Note: Taco Bell IS on the boycott list and just included for entertainment purposes. Also, if you need help with figuring out which companies are on the boycott list you can download the “No Thanks” app to keep track!

Summary: Sam unfortunately finds himself in not so meet cute with Willa. Hopeful that he doesn't cross her path again; the world works in mysterious ways and not always in your favor.

That's Not My Name - The Ting Tings “Are you callin' me darlin', are you callin' me bird?”

‘If it weren’t for bad luck, we wouldn’t have any luck at all’ is a phrase my grandfather repeated growing up. I feel that a little more deeply these days, especially when it comes to my truck. As I sit here, willing her to turn over every time I twist the key, I lose a bit more hope. I have got to get her looked at. I pull my phone from my back pocket and text the group chat, praying that someone is awake this early. 

Me: Is anyone awake that loves me enough to drive me into work. Edith wont start again ☹️

Tweedle Dee 🦐: It’s your lucky day.

It only takes about ten minutes before Josh pulls up in his white Jeep truck, and I’ve never been more thankful that we all live so close. 

“You look awfully dapper for 7:30 in the morning,” I remark, eyebrow cocked. 

“And you are just a pair of cargo shorts away from being Steve Irwin, but you don’t hear me questioning you.” He retorts. Touche. “I thought I was dropping you off at the newspaper office?”

“You are, but we’re going to Wolfe’s Neck to take some nature photos for the assignment we’re working on. I’m meeting her at the office first.” Josh and I haven’t spoken much in the last few days; he’s always busy lately, working at the bar or devoid of his phone for hours, so I fill him in on the project.

“An incredible idea, Sammy. All hers, I assume?” He chides.

“Not.. all hers. I helped.” I speak a bit more defensively than I mean to. 

“Convincing.”

“I did! We’re even using a couple of my film cameras because I’m so nice.” I further defend my stance.

He pulls up to the curb, effectively cutting our conversation short, thankfully, and I exit his car.

“Sam!” He yells jovially, and I turn around, his window fully unrolled. “Have a good day, Sammy Boy! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” He twists the dial on his stereo volume. The soundtrack of my suffering plays to the tune of ‘Barbie Girl’ by Aqua. I wave him ‘goodbye’ with a simple middle finger as he drives off. As I make my way back to the front door, there she is. 

Birdie. 

She greets me with, “I bet he’s a nightmare in the morning.”

“You have no idea.” I reach for the door, opening it for us both and letting her walk in first because I am a gentleman; however, I am still a pain in the ass. “Is it not too early in the morning for my voice today?” 

“It's always far too early to hear your voice, Samuel.” She presses the button on the elevator and twists her shoulders toward me. 

“How are we supposed to work together if you refuse to talk to me, huh?”

“It’s not like taking pictures requires conversation.” The sound of the elevator dinging catches our attention, and we both enter. Birdie reaches to press the correct floor button.

“How about,” I start, facing her and smirking with a cocked eyebrow, “we stop for coffee and breakfast, my treat? Since now, I don’t have to break the news to you that you have to drive.”

“You.. have my attention.” The elevator arrives, and we exit right, down the hallway, through the glass door, and past the reception desk. Sharon greets us warmly with a wave; she’s no Daisy, but she is lovely. Once we reach the cubicles, we separate, unloading our belongings on our own desks. Birdie looks good today. Her earth-toned Patagonia pullover fits snuggly, along with the black leggings on her legs. The tail ends of her brown bob poking out the bottom of her tan Carhartt beanie. 

“I see you’ve dressed for the occasion.”

“Oh, uh yeah. I couldn’t exactly wear my Steve Maddens in the forest.” She stares down at the white socks and brown hiking boots I know are on her feet. “Where are we going, by the way? You never told me, just said, ‘I have a place.’”

“Wolfe’s Neck State Park, you been before?” 

“Surprisingly, no. It’s on my list though.”

“It doesn’t open until 9, so we have a little bit of time to kill before we have to leave; it’s only a half-hour drive. Maybe forty-five or fifty with breakfast.”

“Did you wanna hit up Dunkies for breakfast?” she asks.

“Please, god no. They can never get my food right. I swear they have a secret vendetta against vegetarians.” 

“I didn’t know you were a vegetarian. Is it an animals with faces thing?”

“Nah, Daniel, bet me fifty bucks I couldn’t do it. I never turn down a bet.” I sit down on my desk and cross my arms. Looking at her over the divider.

“How’d that turn out for you?”

“A new diet and fifty bucks richer,” I snicker. 

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The trail I lead her down is not a very long one. I can hear her small feet padding behind me, breaking branches and rustling leaves in quick steps. She takes two to match my every one. I figured one of the shorter trails would work better for getting in and out with enough time to head back and finish our project. 

“Ooooh, it's giving Twilight,” she beams, eyes huge with excitement.

I turn to follow her gaze toward the large, moss-covered rock wall. A few fallen, slimmer trees lay around the bottom. She runs over toward it.

“This is the skin of a killer, Bella.” Reenacting a scene from the movie. A movie I’ve definitely never seen. “I don’t care. You won’t hurt me.” she quotes dramatically, switching from Edward to Bella. She matches Bella’s awkward movements perfectly. It’s hard not to laugh, her head bobbing, arms flailing, jumping back and forth between spots for each character. I haven’t seen this side of her yet, A fun side. Who knew Birdie had it in her? 

“You know I’ve never seen Twilight before.” I lie as I slip one strap off my shoulder and pull my bag around to the front of my body. Unzipping the compartment that has her camera in it, I pull it out and give it a wiggle. She walks over to meet me. 

“Never had a girlfriend in high school who forced you to watch it?” she smiles, jokingly as she takes the camera from my hand and slips the strap around her neck, checking over her settings.

“Nope.” popping the ‘p’, “Never really dated til I got to college.” I take out my own camera.

“Aw got no game huh?” She makes a mocking frown at me as we walk down the trail. 

“Got no game, huh?” I mimic her. Way to go, Sammy. Wicked come back. That’ll teach her. 

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We take our time, snapping photos as we go until we reach the water. It's beautiful here. Large formed rocks surround the lake that makes up an amazing scenic view. The sunshine only adds to the effect. It's breathtaking every time. I can’t believe she’s never been here before. We slowly walk up to the edge of the water. She finds little crevices that the water runs through. In her continued child-like wonder she can’t help but kneel down to run her fingers through it, picking up small rocks to inspect before dropping them back into the tiny flowing river. The sun’s rays bounce off the water, the reflection a bit blinding, but I’ll take it on a day like today. It sparkles off the waves created by the small gusts of wind, which keeps me comfortable, but I notice the little shivers that run through her shoulders. Despite the minimal clouds in the sky, the sun isn’t strong enough to truly warm you from within this time of year. 

I watch as Birdie steps onto one of the taller rock formations. She brings the camera to her eye, the clicking sound pleasantly mixed with the sound of all the petite rivers running nearby. She drops her camera and tilts her face toward the sun, eyes closed, taking in the warmth from the sunshine above. She looks as peaceful as it feels out here. I snap a photo of her. She brings her arms out as if she's standing at the head of the Titanic; I snap another one. That is what Maine is about, the simplistic beauty of being with nature. Any time of year, any weather. Just enjoying the feeling of connecting to nature. Water, trees, rocks, sunshine. All of it. Always. 

I’m so lost in thoughts of her and home I don’t notice her suddenly standing in front of me. 

“Earth to Samuel.” She sing-songs, fingers waving in front of my face.

I shake my head, willing my brain to focus on the task at hand. “Yeah, what.”

“Can I put this in your bag?” She’s holding a rock. A damp, white-ish looking rock clutched between her delicate fingers. 

“Uh, sure?” I’m very confused. I open a compartment, and as she places the rock inside, she shivers again. I guess it is chilly despite the day’s sunshine. It's still March after all, though I’m not a great gauge for temperature because I run warm.

“Are you cold, Birdie?” I question.

She scrunches her nose in response. I fight with the thought of how cute that is. “I’ll be fine,” she dismisses. “I’m always cold.”

“Here, take my scarf. I’m hot anyway.” Pulling my scarf from around my neck.

She immediately gives me a side-eye. 

“It’s.. not gonna bite, Birdie?” I tease her with a little wave of the scarf.

“Not my name,” she scrunches her nose again, apprehensively reaching out to grab it. “Biting I'm not worried about. It being magically cursed into strangling me when I least suspect it, on the other hand.” She tosses her hands back and forth like an invisible set of scales. Her hands work intently as she folds the scarf in half and places it around her neck, taking the ends through the loop and pulling it tight. 

“What am I? Harry Potter?” I scoff. 

She lets out a cackle. “Not even remotely. More like Lucius Malfoy.” She raises an eyebrow at me. 

“Wow, straight to Lucius. Not even Draco, huh? Yeah, I guess I am Daddy.” I stop in my tracks as I watch her pluck another rock from the tiny river leading out toward the water.

“Ew. God, no.” Her infectious laugh hits me right in the gut.

“See, Lucius was evil.” She stands, and her eyes give me a once over before placing the rock in my hand, presumably to be put in my bag with the other one. “Draco had a good heart even if he was a little chicken. Plus,” raising her pointer finger, “he was hot. And you are neither of those things.” She turns back to the small river of flowing water.

My mind flashes back to the other night at the bar, where she’s sitting with her friend. “No, you’re right, Wilson. Sam IS cute.” Replaying in my head. 

“Oh, really?” my mischievous side coming out to play. I step toward her. 

“Mhmm.” 

“OH, REALLY??” I repeat louder, taking another step. She stands to face me.

“YES,” she says pointedly. 

I smile wide, now looking down at her. 

“That’s not what your friend said the other night.” I bite my lip, tilting my head to the side and running my hand along my jawline. I watch as her eyes follow my movement, a fire lighting behind them. I know I’ve gotten under her skin by calling her out. 

She raises both of her eyebrows, this time taking a step toward me to fully bridge the gap between us. Nearly chest to chest, nose to nose, she says, “Wow, I’m actually shocked you were able to pull your head out of your ass long enough to hear someone speak besides yourself.”

I chuckle, running my tongue along my teeth. “I don’t hear you denying it. Go on, you can say it. You think I’m hot.”

“And why would I need to deny such a clearly false statement, Samuel?” Confusion etched across her face. “You know, when you come up for air, usually you can hear better. You should try it sometime.”

“So, that’s not what I heard, huh? ‘You’re right, he IS really cute.’ ? Your friend never said that?”

“No, you didn’t. Because no, they didn’t.” She huffs. I pick up on the use of ‘they.’  

“Right, right.” I nod my head. “So, do they frequently lie to embarrass you?” a silent acknowledgment between us. 

She pulls out her phone, tapping away. 

“Whaaaat are ya doing?” I question her clear deflection. 

“Just looking to see if there is a quick care clinic open on our way home because, obviously, you need to have your ears checked out,” She pockets her phone. “Can we continue, please?” A swift eye roll follows as she turns to walk back toward the little river.

“Wait, wait, wait,” a breathy chuckle falling from my lips. “If it's not you who thinks I’m cute. Then it must be your friend, right?” She opens her mouth to try to cut me off before I even get started, but, “So, can I have their number then?” slips out before she can manage. I relish in the fact that I know I’m bothering her. 

“No, no. Absolutely not.”

“Wow, for being Birdie, you’re not much of a wing-woman, are you?”

“First off, they would hate you. Second off, what makes you think I’d ever be your wing-woman. And THIRD-OFF, that’s not my name.”

I feel a bit of satisfaction and a warm swell of my belly when her nose scrunches in distaste. 

I wander off back toward the trail we came down, keeping my gaze pointed toward the opening in the trees. Trying to focus in between the little gaps for anything interesting or photo-worthy. The leaves are not quite growing yet, and the ground still wet with leftover melted snow. I can hear the squish of the damp soil with every step I take. The lead into spring is probably my favorite time of year. Most people enjoy the summer because the weather is nice and warm and the surrounding cities are alive with tourists and events. But those moments of fresh life leading into spring show you that despite the dark coldness of the winter, you can still grow and bloom into beautiful potential. The hope of it all, to come out the other end of the darkness to greet the sunshine, is why it's such a valued season to me. 

Just then, Birdie comes padding over to me with two more rocks in her hands.

“Sam, I found more.” She calls on her way over. I, once again, pull my bag to the front, and she opens a pocket, attempting to deposit the rocks herself.

“No, not there, I have a lens in there.” I zip it back up and choose a different one. “Try this one.” As she’s trying to fit the larger of the two in there, something clicks inside my brain.

“You’re one of those girls, aren’t you?” 

“One of what?” Her brows are knit in frustration when she realizes the rock is too big. She picks another, thankfully empty, pocket.

“One of those girls that sits around with her crystals and her tarot and her moon water.” I chide.

Her hands stop what they are doing and she slowly looks up at me, eyes narrowing. “How do you know about moon water?”

“It’s a long story.” I shake my head and sidestep the comment so I don’t have to talk about ‘she who shall not be named’. “You know my brother is into all that shit. He’s got crystals all over the place.” 

“The brother that owns the bar or the one with the mustache?”

“Uhh.. both of my brothers have a mustache.” 

“You sure about that.” She smirks. Oh, they’re both gunna just looove that. “Actually, why don’t you give him my number since we seem to actually have things in common.”

“No.” immediately denying her. “If you refuse to be my wing-woman. I refuse to be your wingman. No way.”

“Fine then, at least make yourself useful and find some space to fit this in your bag.” Flashing the rock, she couldn’t fit before. 

“Seriously, how many more of these do you need, Birdie? My bag is getting heavy.” 

“How about you hold this one.” She pulls a small crystal from her bra, and drops it into my open hand. “It’s good for grounding. Maybe it’ll help center you. Woo sah, Sam. Woo Sah.” 

Very funny.

I offer to drive the way home and now I’m curled uncomfortably in the driver's seat of Birdie’s car. Partly to get warm again and partly because of the intense growling of my stomach. 

“We should stop for lunch before we head into the office,” I suggest.  

“Where?” She pulls out her phone, searching for options.

“Is there a Taco Bell nearby?” 

“You can eat at Taco Bell? I wouldn’t think a Mexican food place would be vegetarian friendly.”

“Taco Bell is hardly Mexican, but you can sub almost anything out for beans. Plus, I’m craving a crunchwrap.” 

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We pull up to the drive-through speaker, and I place my order. “I’ll have a cravings box with a black bean crunchwrap supreme, a spicy potato taco, and cheesy fiesta potatoes, and a Large Dr. Pepper, please.” Her eyes are boring holes into the side of my skull as I pull out my card to pay. I scrunch my face in question. 

“Nothing.” is all she says.

She leans over the center console to place her order, elbows perched and ass off the seat. I know she’s trying to be able to project her voice from across the car, but she is so close. I shrink back into my seat to try and give her space, but I can't escape her sweet floral perfume. Oh, she smells so good. I close my eyes, reveling in the mixture of orange blossoms and vanilla as it clouds my brain.

“I’ll have two soft taco supremes and a medium Baja Blast, please.” She plops her ass back in her seat, “Ready?” 

I open my eyes again. “Yep.”

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I hand the cashier my card and receive the receipt and we pull up to the second window. She is staring at me again with the most unpleasant face. 

“Okay, what gives. Why are you looking at me like that?”

The worker opens the window and hands us our order. Birdie's own customer service voice shining through her ‘thank you so much!’ Unwrapping our straws and sticking them in our respective drinks while I slowly pull away from the building. I reach for my Dr. Pepper and take a large, satisfying gulp. 

“How can you possibly drink that?” 

“A Dr. Pepper?”

“Yes! It's like.. Against the law in at least 22 states to not order Baja Blast when you go to Taco Bell.” she quips.

“Oh, you’re not gunna like this.” I pause.

She stares intently.

I take a deep breath in and exhale slowly, “I.. don’t.. Like Baja Blast.” 

She stares some more. This time, the brown of her eyes barely peeking through the thin space between her eyelids. 

“Dr. Pepper just hits better.” I shrug.

“We- Are not friends.” Turning back to the food in her lap.

“Consider it one of my 19 crimes,” mumbling around a bite of my lunch. 

“Every sip is a little act of warfare, Sam.” She argues a bit further down the road. “I cannot believe you would commit such.. Such TREASON in my own car.” Her hands wave theatrically in front of her.

“Oh, you’re a Queen now, are you?”

“It is my car, so if I say I’m the Queen of my car, then I’m the Queen of my car. And I rule that drinking Dr. Pepper is an act of treason.” She crosses her arms, chin raised high, a playful smirk sitting on her plush, chapstick-covered lips.  

I laugh, a good, full-bellied laugh. She’s fun when she wants to be. When she’s not being so combative.

“I’m so sorry, Your Grace,” I respond and enthusiastically take a bite of my spicy potato taco. She rolls her eyes at me.

“How much food did you order?”

“What? I’m a growing boy!” I argue.

As soon as I take another bite, chipotle sauce comes out the bottom and lands right in my lap. “Oh shit!” I once again say around my food. She starts to rummage through the bag for some napkins. When she finds one, I reach my hand out to take it, but she bypasses me completely, leaning right over the center console with her head nearly in my lap, hands working to try and get the sauce out before it stains.

That’s how I ended up praying to the Gods above that I don’t accidentally pop a boner while she cleans up my crotch. What have I done to deserve this?

“It’s fine. It’s not on the seat. It’s just on your pants. Hold on.” I squirm under the pressure of her fingers as she tugs to flatten out the fabric of my khakis to make sure she gets it all. 

“It's fine, Birdie. Birdie!” raising my voice to catch her attention, to no avail. “I can take care of it when we get back. Or we can stop off at my apartment, and I can change.” I plead, desperately wishing for this to be over. 

“I almost got it. Stop moving!” I glance down as she slaps my thigh. Holy shit. She licks the napkin then and I swear I see Jesus in the middle of the freeway. I press the brakes to slow down to avoid a collision. Trying my best to focus on the road ahead, but instead, now all I can think about is her spit on my dick. Oh God. My eyes go wide as soon as the thought crosses my mind, and my dick definitely twitches. 

Oh, don’t go there. Not now. Think Sam, Think. Grandma Althea. Her house is old and smells like moth balls. Her hands are always dry from all the fabric she touches because she’s always sewing something. She coughs really loud and wet because of the cigarettes she smokes. I breathe a heavy sigh of relief when Birdie sits up. She clears her throat, “I uh think it should be all set.”

We drive the rest of the way back to the office in silence. I really hope she didn’t notice. But then again, I do have terrible luck.

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When I walk into the dark room, Birdie is already in there; the red lights casting a glow on her that reminds me of the first time she walked into my brother’s bar. Though now she’s rifling through the lower shelves.

“Whatcha lookin’ for?”  

“I uhh, I haven’t developed film since college. Tryna find some instructions.” Her ass in the air as she continues her search. 

“I don’t have nine film cameras for nothing, Birdie. I know how to develop film I can help.”

She stands and faces me, the uncomfortable expression on her face taking on a completely different view under the light. I wish I knew her well enough to know why she’s so uncomfortable. 

I get us set up with our film canisters and developing mixture while she grabs the rolls of film from my bag. We each carefully cut the film off the cassette. I try to focus on what I’m doing instead of how our fingers gently brush each other while loading the film onto the reel. I pour the developing mixture into each canister while she watches on. 

“We have to shake them every, like thirty seconds for a few minutes, and then we can do the stop bath,” I instruct her, and she nods.

Her small, delicate hands hold the rather large container as she shakes it back and forth. “Like this?” She questions, her brow furrowed. And.. I am only a man. Staring too closely at the motion of her hands, I freeze. For christ’s sake Sam. Be normal for 5 seconds. As I clear my throat to answer, I drop my canister. In her attempt to help me we end up crashing our heads together.

“OW.” “Oh Fuck.” We mumble at the same time. I feel around for the edge of the counter and end up knocking the other film canisters into the sink. 

“For fuck’s sake,” I whine. I reach to grab those, and Birdie bends down to grab the one I dropped. And, it is so dark in here she ends up ramming her head right into my junk.

“Fuck!” I yell. At the rate we’re both complaining, I’m sure they think we’re trying to fuck. If only I were that lucky. Instead, I now need to ice my goods.

I hold my breath, willing the pain to stop.

“Sorry.” her apology is small. 

A strained “It’s fine” tumbles from my lips.

We continue awkwardly fumbling around each other, trying to make sure the rest of the containers stay properly agitated, and instead, she gets properly agitated. If this was a cartoon, I’m positive that steam would be coming out of her ears.

“It’s too small in here; you are far too large, and it's too dark.” She huffs. 

“I don't know what to tell you, Birdie. It’s a darkroom, and I cannot get any smaller.”

“That’s not my fucking name.” Angrily, setting down the container with a loud thud. 

We add the stop bath and then the fixer, making sure to keep a good distance from each other, and then finally rinse and soak the film. 

When we hang the film up to dry, I realize I have about a foot on her.

“Need me to get you a stool, shortie? Or should you just hop on, and I could lift you up.” A cocky smirk spreads across my lips. 

“Nah, you’re the man you could do the heavy lifting,” she makes air quotes around ‘heavy lifting’. 

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 Once they’re fully dry, I gather the film strips and bring them to the lightbox. Scooting our stools close and setting each strip up one by one to see the negatives of our photos. Shooting nature is one of my favorite things but Birdie really does have an incredible eye for it. Of course, I’d never tell her that because she would hold it over my head. Our styles are very different, which is clear to see lined up next to each other, but they still look amazing together. 

“These.. Are really great, Birdie.” I smile down at her and bump her with my shoulder gently. Her face softens a bit and I can’t help but think how beautiful she looks. I am a man- I’m not blind.

“The hard part is choosing the best ones. It feels like choosing my favorite children.” Her infectious laugh plays through my ears, and I smile back.

We take some time discussing which ones have the best lighting or the best proportions. Which ones we think will make great features and finally settle on eight ‘prized children’ to print. The other eight photos selected for our presentation will be digitally edited and printed outside of the darkroom, making at least half of this project easy. At least the editing and printing we can do from the comfort of our homes in our PJs. Which is exactly what I will be doing after I see Daniel for dinner. 

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We settle back in the dark room using the projectors to print our respective photos. I don’t know what’s in the air today because I keep messing up. Either exposing for too long or too short and I keep running back and forth between the developing tray and my projector to try to correct it. On one of my passes, I run smack into Birdie. In my effort to stop the collision, I put my one unoccupied hand out to cushion the momentum and ended up grabbing her boob instead. For fucks sake. How does this shit keep happening?

I pause, slowly backing away. She just heavily sighs.

“Well.” She brushes her hands off and adjusts her beanie. “That’s the most action I’ve had in a minute.”

Before I can stop myself, I blurt out, “Is that why you’re such a tight ass?”

“No, I have,” she emphasizes, “such a tight ass because I do squats.” And now I’m thinking about her in tight gym pants doing squats.

“Well, if you ever need help loosening up a bit, you know who to call.” 

“Jeremy Allen White?” 

“Who?” I match her confused expression.

“Oh, you know, he was in Shameless. The bear?” her brow further knits each second that passes. “He just had that big ad campaign for Calvin Klein?” Calvin Klein? As in.. models. Cool. First Edward, then Draco, now.. models.

“Yes, because I definitely seem like the kind of guy who keeps up with Calvin Klein campaigns.” Really trying to drive the point home with a snarky tone. 

“Oh..” I try to read the expression on her face before she continues, “I just thought because of you.. You know, actually know how to dress yourself.”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

“You shouldn’t. Your competition is the genre of men who pick up a shirt off the floor and go, ‘yeah, this smells clean’.” She stands on her tiptoes as she hangs her last photo and then promptly exits the darkroom. 

A few minutes later, she returns through the circular door. It always reminds me of something a magician would have on stage. A weird sort of contraption to ensure the light stays out and doesn’t ruin the developing process for those inside.

“Sam.” her voice is quiet again, just above a whisper. I look up at her and can barely make out her petite frame in the dark. She’s just standing, a strip of film pinched between her fingers, head hung low. 

She continues just as quietly, “Did you.. Um. When did you take these?” The realization hits me. I forgot about the pictures of her. 

“Oh. Uhh. You were just.. Ya know in your element. And I sorta thought. Well, this is a big part of what Maine is like. Ya know. Outside, nature. You just seemed.. Happy. Thought it should be captured..” I trail off. Oh God, she’s gonna think it's weird. It's not weird, though, right? No, Sam, it's fine. 

The length of silence kills me. The longer she doesn’t talk the more I start to internally freak out. As if being a naturally warm-blooded person wasn’t bad enough, I feel myself start to sweat. I wipe my forehead of the perspiration gathering there and grab at my wrists for a hair tie, of which is conveniently missing at this moment. Please say something… please.

“This.. um.” she pauses, inhaling and exhaling a deep breath. “They’re lovely, Sammy. Thank you.”

Sammy.

“Yeah.. yeah. You’re welcome.” I shift my focus back to my photo.

“So, uh.. Anyways,” she says, calling my attention back to her. “Since we’re printing the photos here and we’re editing the digital ones at home, you can just email me the finished ones when you’re done, and we can talk about the bullet points we’ll go over for the presentation.” She turns on the projector light until she gets the desired contrast, and then turns it off and carries her photo to the developer bin. I grab my own photo and walk over to meet her, dropping it in the solution to join hers. She idly uses the tongs to move her photo around the bin to help the developing process. Just like shaking a Polaroid picture, it doesn’t really work; it only passes the time. 

“That sounds good, Birdie.” I reach to grab the other set of tongs and end up blindly bumping her arm in the process, knocking hers to the ground. She bends down to retrieve them, and I set my sights on a different pair of tongs to my left. Two things happen at once. First, I bend slightly to reach the other pair. Second, she headbutts my ass. That’s two parts of me she has head-butted today.

“We’ve touched more today than I ever thought we would in this lifetime.” She groans.

“Think about us touching often, huh?” because I can’t help but try to get under her skin every chance I get. 

“Why are you like this?” she complains. She tosses the tongs back on the counter and goes to fish the photo out with her fingers. I lunge to stop her, but I’m too slow.

Now, it’s definitely not life-threatening to handle photo-developing chemicals without gloves. But they are, at the end of the day, chemicals and can sting like a bitch if you have opened wounds. Given how clumsy she is, I anticipate –

“Ouch, FUCK!” she yells, cradling her hand. I grab her by the wrist and shimmy us over to the sink, where I turn the water on cold. When the temperature is cool enough, I pull her finger under the running water.

“That was stupid of you.” I gently scold her. There’s no weight behind my words, just concern. 

“How stupid, Sam? I didn’t realize I had a cut. Is it bad? Do I need to see a doctor?” She rattles off. 

“Hey, hey, hey.” I leave one hand on her wrist, keeping it in place under the faucet, the other one I place on her cheek. Settling in the crook of her neck beneath her ear. The palm of my hand burns against her cool skin; she really is always cold. Despite the darkness of the room I still pull her gaze to meet mine. “Calm down, okay? You’re fine, I promise. A little stupid, maybe. But you’re fine.” I rub my thumb along her cheekbone, hoping to soothe her worries. I can barely make out her eyelids as they flutter closed for a moment and then open again. 

“You promise?” I can feel the anxiety radiating off her.

“I’d pinky promise if you wanted me to.” I joke, and she lets out a small giggle. Pride settles in my chest, knowing a crisis is averted.

“God, that was stupid.” she laughs again and rests her forehead against my chest.

“Lil bit.” I shake my head and slide my hand down to rub her back. Part of me doesn’t want to move from this spot, knowing she's comforted, but I ruin the moment anyway. I pull back from her, hand resting on her shoulder now. 

“Lesson learned, huh?”

She zips the top portion of her Patagonia pullover a little higher when we make it outside. I pull out my phone to see who is available to be my chauffeur home.

“Did you need a ride home, Sam?” She asks, pulling her collar up to her ears. The ends of her hair start to stick out. 

“I was just going to see which brother was a spare and could swing by.” I drop my eyes back to my phone. 

“I can give you a ride home if you want? I know you’re not too far out of my way, I can just.. Drop you off?” placing her foot on the next step down and pointing toward the parking lot. 

“You don’t have to do that. None of them do anything productive anyway.” I laugh. 

“Do you have more than just the two?” I bite my lip and smile when her brow furrows in confusion. 

“No, but you know Daniel? The bouncer? We went to grade school together so he’s been my best friend since we were like six. He's basically a brother at this point. Ya know, brotha from anotha motha.” Her gentle laugh bringing forth another swirl in my belly. 

“Oh, I was about to say. I’m not sure the world could realistically handle any more of you Kiszkas.” She says when we finally reach the sidewalk. 

“Yeah, they broke the mold with me. Realized I was peak Kiszka genes and said, ‘all done’.”

“Seriously though, I can give you a ride. It’s no big deal.”

I fall in step with her, “Why not? None of my degenerate brothers are answering me anyway.”

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The drive back to my apartment is quiet. Almost too quiet for us. The awkwardness of the day still lingering in the air. I clear my throat to cut the silence, but I can’t think of anything to say to fill it. I just fidget with my fingers instead.

“How are you getting to Boston tomorrow?”

“Uhm, well, the plan was to ride the train in like I did last time, but Edith almost made me miss it.”

“Edith. Right. Your truck.” 

“She’s having trouble turning over.” I run a hand through my hair.

“Well, I don’t want to have to worry about you missing your train and messing up this presentation for us by not being there, so i'll pick you up at like 6 a.m. if that’s fine with you.”

“You don’t have to do that. I told you I live close to my brothers. I'm sure one of them can take me.” 

“It’s really fine. I have to make the drive anyway and I really want this presentation to go off without a hitch. It would make me feel better if I knew for sure you’d be there.”

I don’t read into that sentiment. She just wants the project to be successful, and I know that. So I agree, much to my dismay. I hate feeling like a burden to people, and with Edith giving me trouble, I feel pretty much like a burden to everyone who has to deal with me. 

When we reach my apartment, she pulls over to the sidewalk out front. 

“Why don’t you put your number in my phone, and I’ll text you when I leave my apartment. I’m only like ten minutes away.” She pulls her phone out from the center console near her gear shift, and I put my contact info in. Entering my phone number and email under Sammy Kiszka with the camera emoji.

“I put my email in there so you can flag it, but shoot me a text with yours when you get home so I know where to send the digitals.” I place her phone back in her palm. “Thanks again for.. carting me around.” I let out an awkward laugh and scratch the back of my neck. 

“No problem, see you in the morning,” she gives me a tight-lipped smile. 

“Yeah, see you tomorrow.” I grab my camera bag and hop out of her car. Shutting the door with a small wave through the window. 

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When I hear the signature knock, I know Daniel’s arrived. Two quick knocks, a pause, a single knock, another pause, and ending with two quick knocks. I don’t know when he developed that habit, but he only uses it on my door. Penelope lets out a loud boof of a bark and runs ahead of me, her shaggy hair swaying with her little jumps. Well, little for Pen. When I open the door, she’s already sniffing and pawing at his legs. 

“I brought beer.” He says as he holds up the 12-pack of coronas, careful not to trip around her. “Hope you got limes.”

“It’s me. Of course, I do.” Gesturing to myself and stepping aside to let him in, “Plus, I have an extra large meat-lovers pizza on the way.” I resist the urge to make a joke about ‘meat-lovers and guys night.’ “So.. tell me what’s wrong.” I continue, following him into my kitchen. He's stacking the beers one by one inside the fridge to keep cold, Penelope impatiently waiting for her attention from her favorite uncle. Her words not mine. I can tell by the expression on his face he’s struggling with whatever is on his mind. He closes the refrigerator door and shrugs off his coat, setting it on a nearby chair. 

“Hello, Penny girl. I wouldn’t forget about you, I promise.” She laps at his fingers as he playfully pets her face. Still reaching for her head as he stands, he takes a deep breath. “I, uhh, went on a date last night..”

“Still living up to your name, I see. How was it? Awful? Terrible? Did she have a big head or lipstick on her teeth?”

“Very funny.” He snarks back. “It was terrible, thank you very much.”

Eventually, I get the full story out of him. His date, named Allie, a very adorable waitress he met through a friend of a friend, was completely horrible (pleasant), didn’t let him pay (she wanted to split the bill because her drink was expensive and she felt bad), and.. the kicker? She opened the door for him (she got to the door first). We’re each two slices and a few beers deep, and I can’t figure out where the awful comes in. 

“She sounded completely fine, Daniel. I don’t get it?” I lean back against the couch, Penny quietly snoring by my feet. 

“She ordered a salad, Sam.” he looks at me expectantly as if that answers everything. “A SALAD!”

“Oh no. A salad. How completely terrible of her.” I roll my eyes. 

“I.. want a girl who isn’t afraid of eating a burger.” he shrugs, drawing a sip of his corona and lime. 

“Do you want me to be honest with you?” I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes in frustration.

“Always.”

“Bro.. you have got to get over Melody.”

He stands, effectively scaring Pen awake, and I watch him pace back and forth in front of my TV. She pads over to him, nails clicking against the hardwood until she can get her paws on him. 

“This has nothing to do with her.” He stops and reaches down to run his fingers through her fur for some comfort through this uncomfortable topic. 

 The subject of Melody has always been a touchy one.  He dated her in high school, and we were all pretty good friends for most of our childhood. I really liked her for him, actually. Until she broke his heart when we all graduated and ran off to college, leaving him in the dust and I was the one who was left to clean up the mess. The mess being Daniel because he was.. A full blown mess. He would never admit that, though. But what can you expect when you get your heart broken for the first time? I kind of get it. He has always been and always will be my brother, and I’ll always be there for him. No matter what. Which naturally means I’ll always harbor a severe distaste for her, even if I know I don’t have to worry about seeing her ever again.

“This has everything to do with her. You haven’t been able to make it past the first day with a girl since you broke up. It’s been what? six years?” I shoot him a pointed glare. He stops pacing and crosses his arms, waiting for whatever else I have to say.

“Have you considered that trying to get to know someone while eating food is actually incredibly awkward? Or is this really just about the monstrous salad?”

“She also wanted to go for a walk after dinner.” He defends. The sigh I let out.. My God. “Why would I wanna go for a walk when I stand all day at work?” 

He cannot be serious right now. The weakest arguments known to man.

“You’re an active guy, Daniel. Why wouldn’t you want to go for a walk? Doesn’t Linda always go on about your golf arms or whatever?” 

“No, that’s completely different, and you know Linda is the love of my life.” he smiles wide, his tongue poking out just beyond his teeth. 

“Right. So what other red flags did she have?” I dig a little more. 

“Okay, well, she tried to kiss me?”

“GASP.” I feign shock. “She wanted to kiss you? How very dare she. Daniel, that’s absolutely insane. It’s not like you guys went out on a date or anything.” 

“I don’t wanna talk about this anymore.” he plops himself back down on the couch beside me, his shadow following him until she perches her head on his knee. I swear, when he’s here, it's like I don’t exist. “Tell me about poking girl. How’s that going?” He lays his head back and pulls his trucker hat down over his eyes. 

“Good. Project is good. I still can’t ever tell if she likes me or not. We bicker and banter all day long. It’s entertaining as hell for me. Then, there are some moments where she acts like a sweet, normal girl. But most of the time, it's just bickering.” I take a swig of my beer. “I gave her a nickname to get under her skin, and she makes this face every time I say it. It's very.. Samantha from Bewitched.” I swallow my laugh down with another sip. 

“Whaddya call her?” he asks with a smirk, eyes poking out from underneath the brim.

“Birdie.”

“Birdie? Why on earth does that get under her skin?”

“Dunno.” I shrug. “But it does. And I take sick enjoyment out of irritating the fuck out of her.” I set my empty beer back down on my coffee table. 

A maniacal laugh escapes him. Clutching stomach, he bends forward. I start to wonder if he got high before he came over because what the hell is so funny?

“Oh god.” He wipes a tear from his eye and rights himself on the couch. “So you think she’s cute, huh?” 

“I mean.. I.. have eyes, yeah?” I answer with confusion heavily present in my tone. “But we don’t get along. As in cannot go five minutes without bickering, don’t get along.”

“You always did like em’ psychotic, Sam. None of us are stupid.” he chuckles.. to himself because I am not laughing. 

“No, I don’t!”

“Right, and Chelsea was what? Totally normal? You didn’t listen to a single one of us on that one, and we all told you.”  I forgot about her. The girl I dated right before ‘she who shall not be named.’ We saw each other for only a few months but what a whirlwind it was. We went to a concert an hour away, and she ran off with one of the roadies. A fricken roadie? Left me there to get home by myself, considering, yep, she drove. But again, she was hot, so what was I to do?

“Hey now! She wasn’t.. that bad.” I say innocently.

“Right, that’s what you always say. Sam – I never take advice from anyone – Kiszka.” 

“Yeah, alright, keep laughing. As if I’d take advice from ‘One Date Daniel’.” I elbow him in my defense. “Besides, I’m not sure I have much to worry about. Once the project is over, I won’t have to see her again unless we actually do well.”

I get up and head to the kitchen to retrieve another beer from the fridge, and my own dog doesn’t even glance up at me. She just rests peacefully by Daniel’s side. I open the drawer to the left and pick up the bottle opener, and pop the top. I take a long drink before I reenter the living room.

“I uhh, actually the receptionist at the Boston Globe is really cute. Her name is Daisy. We hit it off a bit when I was there last.” I point to the flowers laid on the shelf. “I stopped by the farmer’s market after work and picked up some daisies. Thought I might ask her out tomorrow.”

“Daisies for Daisy. Real creative, Sam.”

“Hey!”

“How’s Birdie gonna feel about that?” he inquires. I pick up the flowers from where they rest and give them a light sniff. 

“Oh, she’ll hate it. She already chirped me about hitting on Daisy last time we were there. Said something about ‘it's easier watching teenagers flirt.’ or whatever.” I set them back down and take up my spot on the couch. 

“Yeah, you never did have any game.” He tips his corona back, finishing the remaining liquid and setting it on the coffee table.

“You say that like your game is any better.” I shove his shoulder.

“I may be ‘One Date Daniel,’ but at least I get dates.” he chides, linking his fingers together with a crack of his knuckles in front of him and placing them behind his head.

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I would like to make a fluffy request for tony stark and female reader. Movie date at his house, with lots of cuddles, kisses, and laughs on a rainy day, he's such a boyfriend material. You can add smut if you want, thanks 😊

🍄 Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

🍄 Genre: Fluff

🍄 Summary: Waking up to a day of miserable weather you convince Tony to take a day off and have an impromptu movie day.

🍄 Word Count: 1742

🍄 Abbreviations: (h/n) - House Name

🍄 Warnings: None

🍄 Note: Thank you Anon. I couldn't help but pull Harry Potter into this one, hope this is what you wanted ♡

The soft tickle of stubble brushing against the side of your neck and shoulder was the first thing that roused you from your sleep, if anything it was soothing and kept you in a light slumber as a smile crept across your lips at the sensation. It was the hammering of tiny water droplets against the window and the thick hum of thunder that pulled you from your state of sleep. Your eyes cracked open as another wave of thunder slipped through the sky outside. You peeked over at the windows, a small gap visible in the curtains. If you didn’t have the alarm clock on the side table in front of you, you would’ve easily been convinced it was still late in the night, there was no light visible through the curtains and you knew it was going to be a long, dark and stormy day.

Eyes still heavy with sleep, you twisted your head to the side and glanced over your shoulder, Tony’s face was still pressed against your neck, leaving a trail of gentle kisses as his lips passed across your skin. You nuzzled your nose against his cheek and Tony lifted his head to catch his lips on yours. You moved together almost lazily, but still it filled you with passion, a sense of warmth rushed through your body as you rolled over and pressed your body up against Tony’s, his hands tugging at your waist softly.

Pulling back, you left a final peck on his lips with a hum.

“Mmm, good morning,” you greeted.

“Good morning,” he replied back. “Did I ever tell you how utterly gorgeous you look in the morning?” You let out a little huff laugh and rolled your eyes.

“Tony, I just woke up and I look like hell,”

“No, you don’t. You look radiant, like the warm rays of the sun-”

“Which are not out today,” you pointed out, turning your gaze back to the windows. “So, rainy day in New York, what’s the plan for today, babe?”

“Well, honey, I don’t know about you but I’ve got to head-”

“No!” You pouted knowing exactly what he was going to say. Tony had spent the last three days locked away in his lab working on some upgrades for his suit that SHIELD had authorized. Not that Tony needed authorization, he had been planning on making the upgrades for a few months, it just took quite a while for the specific parts to be manufactured in the way he needed them and delivered.

“I know I’ve been busy but-”

“No buts.” You argued firmly. “You’ve been busy for three days. Three whole days. I feel like I’ve barely seen you.”

“You’re right, sorry honey,” He sighed. “Alright so what should we do today?” Your eyebrows furrowed. “Well if I’m taking the day off, we have to do something. I need something to tell Captain Hook when he asks why it’s taking so long.” You pondered the possibilities for a moment. You could head out onto the town to do some shopping, except you had done that over the past three days whilst Tony had been preoccupied in the lab. You could head out for lunch, there was that nice new lunch garden you had been wanting to try May had been raving about it the last time you had dropped Peter off. Except the weather wasn’t on your side and if you did go the only thing you’d get was a cold shower. Your eyes widened and you let out a little gasp.

“A movie day!” you announced. “We haven’t had one in ages,” You were right. With the onslaught of missions that had been coming your way recently and now with Tony’s suit upgrades, your movie nights both as a couple and as a team had dwindled dramatically. “This is the perfect movie day, we could binge watch something,” You paused for a moment scanning your mental directory of all the possible shows and movies you could binge watch in a day.

“Harry Potter marathon?” You nodded frantically at Tony’s suggestion.

“Perfect! You get Philosophers Stone set up and I’ll grab the snacks.” Flinging the covers back you swung your legs over the side of the bed and launched yourself across the room, you could feel Tony’s eyes watching your every movement. Clad only in your underwear you quickly grabbed Tony’s AC/DC shirt from the drawer, it fell past your waist and to your mid-thigh.

You skipped out of the bedroom and headed into the kitchen, scouring all of the cupboards for various snacks. You filled your arms with whatever you could carry and you mentally thanked yourself for going shopping this week as you had unconsciously stocked the cupboards with some of your favourite sweet treats which were perfect for today.

By the time you headed into the dedicated movie room, your arms were overflowing with various movie snacks and you had managed to hook two diet coke cans on the tips of your fingers. Tony had already set up the sofa cubes into a comfortable sofa-bed with your fluffy (f/c) throw blanket and throw pillows you had bought specifically for nights like these. Tony was in the middle of pouring himself a glass of his favourite alcohol as you entered and dumped all of the snacks onto the middle of the sofa-bed and your drinks on the small table on your side. You silently started organizing all of the snacks whilst Tony climbed onto the sofa-bed and got himself comfy against the cushions, taking a sip from his drink. You quickly crawled in next to him and settled yourself against the back of the sofa cushions, Tony stretched his arm out across the back behind your neck and allowed you to get snuggled into his side.

“Ready?” You nodded and cracked open the bag of skittles you had grabbed. Tony reached down a grabbed a few of his own and tipped them back into his mouth as the opening credits of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone danced across the large screen.

Movie nights had always been sacred to you, it had been something you’d done with your own family when you were younger and you were so happy that Tony held it in the same regard as you. You saved some of your best snacks for the trolley on Hogwarts express scene and it wasn’t until just before the boats to Hogwarts that you decided for your first toilet break. You planned to restock your snacking supplies before they visited Honeydukes in the third film, just to make sure to immerse yourselves in the experience.

One thing was for sure, you couldn’t have asked for a better day off. You had never been clingy but the time away from Tony had only been building up in you and the more time you spent separated due to work, the more time you wanted to spend curled up in his side or in his lap never moving. If you could steal Tony away from SHIELD you would in a heartbeat but at the same time you knew that being Iron Man was exactly who Tony was. Taking Tony away from Iron Man would be depriving him of himself in some way and asking him to change who he was and you would never dare do that.

Flicking your eyes away from the troll in the girls toilets, you glanced up at Tony, his own hazel eyes staring at the flashing images on the screen. It was rare that you got to see Tony so carefree, it was one of your favourite things about movie nights. There was nothing to worry about. It was a completely safe space, no stress, no worries and certainly no mission-talk. It was an escape from the reality of the job.

Feeling your eyes on him, Tony glanced his eyes down at you, a small smirk catching on his lips.

“I know I’m dashingly handsome but you’re missing the movie, honey” he teased. Your cheeks warmed at being caught gazing. “You know where I’d take you on a date in there?” he jolted his head towards the TV. “I’d ask you to join me in the library to study-”

“You’d ask me out to study?” You rose an eyebrow.

“At first, I’m not at the good part yet,” he insisted. “Then when the library closed, we’d hide out in the room of requirement until it was lights out and we were the only ones around. I’d sneak you up to the astronomy tower so we could sit out and look at the stars. You could tell me all about the different constellations that you know and I’d spend more time looking at you than at the stars, because you’re the only star I need.” You giggled lightly at his cheesiness. “Then when it starts to get really late, I’d sneakily walk you back to your dorm and stop on the stairs to kiss you goodnight and send you to bed.” He smiled. “But of course I wouldn’t leave it there, I’d send my owl to you with a note because without phones how else are we supposed to have phone sex?” You let out a bark laugh at his words and the thought of a sex note coming to you via owl.

“What would it say?”

“Something along the lines of Hey gorgeous, I know you’re probably laying in bed thinking about me, how about I come and slither in?” You pressed your hand to your mouth to muffle your giggles at the cheesy pick up line.

“I thought you were a Gryffindor?”

“What, I can’t use pick up lines for another house? I didn’t know those were the rules,” he argued. “What about can I Slytherin your Ravenclaw or would you rather Hufflepuff my Gryffindor? There, all houses included.” The two of you descended into fits of laughter, tears growing your eyes at the sheer force. It had been a while since the two of you had laughed like this, and as they say laughter was food for the soul. Who better to feed your soul than your soulmate?

“I love you, you know?” you muttered as you calmed down, tilting your head up and pecking his lips softly. “I’m glad you took the day off, I really missed you.”

“I love you too, my little (h/n). There’s no where I’d rather be.”

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✨TONIGHT, ILL BE THE BEST YOU EVER HAD 💍

This a short story inspired by the song (Tonight ~ John legend) so I advise you to listen to the song while reading 😽

Warning: FLUFF AND I MEAN LOTS OF IT , grab a tissue 🥺, very short story sorry not sorry 😛

Summary: Y/n & SHURI has been dating for 3 years and shuri finally decide to propose Aka tie the knot 🪢💍🤭

Today shuri has been acting really weird today, I don’t know what’s up with her but she have been real distant and sneaky and I really don’t want to jump to conclusions bc we have been strong going on 4years and it has been the best 4 years of you life .

Shuri told me that she was gonna be busy all today so she might not be home at 4 like she usually do , so I decided to go to my best friend house to vent to her a bit and also catch up , but she thought it was a good idea to treat me today which was very odd but I guess she just wanted to be nice today so we ended up at the nail shop .

*NAIL SALON*

“I feel like you overreacting.” Cari said while looking at the lady who was painting her toe nails, “Ya, Maybe you’re right…I just want to know what’s wrong.” Y/n said while having her feet in the water while the nail tech finish her pinky finger (you got cute white French tips medium length with a little diamond on you ring finger). “Just enjoy the day we having together then tonight when you go home talk to shuri.” Cari said with a small smile “ya… I am, what we doing after anyways ?” Y/n asked “oh we fixing your hair so when we don’t you better get to picking hair styles , I Feel like you need a cute silk press since your hair already long asl .” Cari said “ok even though I love my curls” I said laughing .

*3hours later*

I felt like a brand new person walking back in the palace, After getting my hair and nails done , including a Brazilian wax , I felt so pure and fresh.

On the way here I was already planning in my head on how to confront shuri about her being to distant , as I got closer the living area I seen rose petals leading to the balcony by the kitchen, I hear (Tonight by John legend) playing in the back ground and was easily caught off guard by how sexy shuri look right now . She was wearing a all black long sleeve shit with gray buttons, all dark gray pants with black shoes and … WAIT A MINUTE DID SHE GET A LINE UP IN THE BACK ?!!?!?!!

Ughhhh god take me now …

Mean while i have on a cute black dress and cute black rhinestone flip flops since I didn’t expect to be doing much today,

“Shuri what’s all this for ?” I asked looking at the set up in awe (just imagine what you want) “for you Usana, you deserve this and everything that comes with it” shuri said lifting my chin so I can focus on her “including you? Bc last time I checked you was being real distant to me for the past couple of days like you don’t love me anymore , and I’m really tryna understand if I did something wrong or not so I can fix it or even m-” I said rambling non stop “ MY LOVE STOP !” Shuri said to stop me from rambling “You did nothing wrong y/n , I just been planning something special for you that I have been thinking about since the first moment we met, And don’t ever think about changing yourself okay ? Bc you are perfect and I love you with everything in my heart and I don’t want you to ever think I stopped loving you bc I will never stop loving you Mami , Do you hear me? And I’m so sorry for even making you feel that way Nkosazana yam (my princess) . Shuri said while we both tearing up a little

“Ever since I first laid eyes on you I’ve been having it all planned out y/n and even my mother knew we are soul mates before she passed..” Shuri says while slowly moving on to one knee … lord I’m finna fall out

“So will you please make me that happiest Queen alive and be my wife sithandwa sam ?”

Shuri asked with a few tears running down her face while I’m straight out finna blow a snot bubble 💀

“YES ! Yes my shuri, I will” I say sobbing a little

“YES ?!!” Shuri asks shooting back up to her feet while picking me up “YES BABY!” I say giggling bc I’m so star struck. Shuri begans to scream in happiness and I do the same.

Shuri puts me back on the ground to place the ring on my finger (imagine what you want)

“And by the way Cari was in on the plan” Shuri says with a sneaky grin “Wowww I knew she was up to something” I say laughing “yk you look really good right now Ms.Uduka” Shuri says while grabbing me by my waist “MEEE?? You look fine as always while I literally have on the most simple fit ever” I say rolling my eyes and pouting, “it’s ok if you don’t see what I see Usana, But do you mind not walking tmr ?” Shuri says getting closer to my lips “umm..it depends how good you do” I say clearly joking bc she be fucking me up for real. “Say less enomtsalane (sexy)…

THE END !!

[lady-bess]

Just A Date - Javier Peña

Part of the LadyBess Valentine's special! 8 Characters; 8 Dates 💜

Javier Peña x GN!Reader Mature/18+ (Minors DNI Please✨) WC: 1k Notable Tags: Derailed Plans, Change of Plans, Quiet Night in with Javier, Kissing, Office Romance, Co-workers to Lovers, Work Stress, Soft Javier, Use of Pet Names.

I’m sure Javier wouldn’t mind me saying this, but as the renowned slut of the Pedro Pascal Cinematic Universe, one does wonder how he might want to celebrate valentine’s day? I’ve got my own head canons with Javi, specifically with how he might have spent the 14th before meeting his sweetheart, but now that he’s got you, his plans are a little more savoury (well, for the most part…).

Of course, work still consumes most of Javi’s life (the cartel hardly consider having a day off just so he can take you out somewhere nice!), but he still manages to find a way to celebrate with you.

Javier had barely stopped recently, so much so that it had almost completely passed him by that tomorrow was the 14th of February.

He had loathed the concept of Valentines Day for so long, seeing absolutely no point to the holiday other than an excuse for businesses to make money preying off people’s insecurities. While most his coworkers got shacked up with their other halves for the night, he’d normally have found himself buried deep in whatever whore he could find for the night.

But that was his life no more.

Since you’d been around, even when you were just his friend, he knew he didn’t want that kind of lifestyle now. You made him want to be a better man for you, and since coupling up he’d done everything in his power to show you he had changed.

You knew he had, although it had never really bothered you the kind of life he lead before the two of you got together. At the end of the day it was all in the past, and none of that mattered anymore.

It was late in the day when Javier came over to your desk, perching on the end of it and smiling down at you. Setting down your pen to one side, you looked up and grinned at him, properly admiring him for the first time today. Both your jobs got so busy, and working in separate offices made it rather difficult to catch each other passing by during the day. Whenever he could, Javier would always stop by your desk.

“Hi there, cariño,” he said, winking down at you, reducing you to a blushing mess. Even though you were an established couple, Javier flirting with you never failed to make it feel like you were playing a game of cat and mouse all over again.

“Hi, Javi. What can I do for you then?” you asked. He always wanted something if he’d come over to your desk. You suspected today would be the same.

“A kiss would be nice?” he said, leaning down slightly to get close enough to whisper, “Agreeing to going out with me tonight would be even better,” he chuckled.

You looked into Javier’s eyes and chuckled at the bashful expression on his face – for someone so confident in every walk of life, you were someone who seemed to be able to get under his skin enough to actually make him nervous. In a way you did quite like that power, though.

Leaning up, your lips met Javier’s, and the two of you shared a brief kiss. The office was quiet, for now, but you’d learnt from previous attempts not to let things linger too long at work. Getting caught in a supply closet was quite enough of an adrenaline rush to last you a lifetime…

“Where are you taking me then?” you asked, and Javi broke into a smile.

“Nothing major, cariño. I was just thinking some drinks tonight, and you can spend the night at my place?” he proposed.

You nodded, thanking whatever Gods that may exist he hadn’t planned much more. You weren’t the biggest fan of valentine’s yourself, seeing very little point to it all, and knew that Javier felt the same. It was nice that he wanted to make the effort, but you would hate for him to have gone all out over something that you weren’t all to keen on making a fuss about. Drinks and a night in his arms sounded perfect.

“Go on then, twist my arm,” you smirked, toying with the agent a little. He opened his mouth to pretend to act shocked, but laughter came over him before he could give out a fake protest.

“Minx!” he said, hopping off the desk and starting to walk back to his office. “I’ll see you tonight!” he shouted, then skipping away.

The rest of the afternoon couldn’t have gone by any slower if it tried. It seemed like at every turn there was another case file to rifle through, or another meeting to attend. You wondered if you would ever truly see the back of the office today. Eventually you caught a break, but by which time it was getting much later than when you’d like to be out. Sighing, you shrugged your jacket on and grabbed your bag, flicking the switch off your desk lamp and heading towards the office door.

The stress of this job was a lot for anyone to handle, and Javi understood that more than most. He’d been waiting outside the front of the station for over an hour before you eventually came down the steps towards him, looking downtrodden and exhausted.

“Rough day?” he asked, pulling you in for a hug, which you gladly allowed your body to deflate into. Strong arms wrapped around you, the warmth of Javier’s body seeping into your joints, bringing a comfort you’d been yearning for all afternoon.

“Yeah, I’m sorry I’m so late,” you sighed, hugging Javier back. He kissed your temple and then shifted to look into your eyes.

“Hey now, none of that. Nobody understands more than I do, cariño,” he said. “How about this? Let’s take a raincheck on drinks tonight, but on the way back to my place we can pick up some tamales or arepas?” he offered.

You smiled up at Javier and nodded, moving to walk towards his car with his arm slung around you. Right now, there was nothing that sounded better than eating your bodyweight in arepas and falling to sleep in Javier’s arms.

“That sounds simply wonderful, Javier. Thank you,” you said.

“Anything for you, cariño. Come on, let’s get going,” he said, opening the car door for you to get inside, before joining you in the driver’s seat.

Next stop? A quiet night in.

For more from this series, check out the Just A Date Masterlist! For more works from me, here's my main Masterlist! ❤

LadyBess xox

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One More Smile Before I Go (Demon Slayer)

Heyo! This is a commission for the wonderful @gladdygirl18​! Thank you so much friend for your support and this adorable prompt! I hope you like it as much as I loved writing it!

Summary: In a rare turn of events, Rengoku is given a few days off from the Demon Corps. Naturally he’s gonna spend it with his brother. (Word Count. 1.6k)

“You three have the next two days off. Please, go and enjoy yourselves.”

There was silence. Rengoku stared, unsure if he understood the Master correctly. His hearing was fairly damaged- surely he spoke of another mission-

“What?” Tengen blinked. Okay- definitely didn’t hear that wrong.

The past couple of months, the Hashira were busy with one task after another. Demons were popping up at an alarming rate, and with the newest recruits being…unprepared, the group were assigned to pick up where those who failed left off.

Rengoku was sure today was another long task across the country to finish, but this…

“Hm, do you not want the days?” Kaguya looked at them curiously, a hint of amusement in his tone. “I understand if you’d rather work-”

“NO! No! Not at all, Master!” Mitsuri bursted out, shrinking in embarrassment. “Forgive my outburst- it’s just…we weren’t prepared, that’s all.”

Kaguya laughed softly, entertained by their reactions. “It is quite alright. Allow me to properly announce it once more. Tengen Uzui, Mitsuri Kanroji, and Kyojuro Rengoku. You three have been given the next two days off from the Corps to do as you please. Take a rest, visit loved ones, whatever it is you plan on doing, I wish you well.”

Mitsuri all but whimpered, falling over and bowing to the older man. “I am in your debt, Master! Thank you!” She sobbed.

“Pfft-Mitsuri, don’t wet the carpets! Cry when we’re outside.” Tengen snorted, struggling not to laugh as he gently pulled her up by the back of her Haori. He sounded just as awestruck as Rengoku felt. Two whole days! That was practically gold to them.

“Thank you, Master. We are humbled by this gift.” Rengoku and Tengen bowed, the three dismissed soon after. Mitsuri was already jumping for joy, tears of happiness threatening to spill down her smiling face. “I’m gonna eat so much food! What about you two?”

“I’m gonna go see my wives! It’s been a minute since we’ve had quality time.” Tengen was grinning ear to ear, the pair already discussing plans for their break. “Kyo? What about you? What do you have in mind?”

There was no question about it. Rengoku smiled. “I’m gonna go see my brother!”

~~~

When he came home, Senjuro was sweeping the entrance. Ducking behind the corner, he peeked, feeling himself smile. He hadn’t sent word home of his break- he wanted to surprise his brother.

Putting his Hashira training into work, he slowly began to creep his way over, silently approaching the younger boy as he mindlessly swept. Anyone else would have noticed him right away- even with his training it was hard to hide the vibrance of his appearance. 

But Senjuro was a daydreamer- lost in his own little world and completely unaware of anything around him. He hummed to himself a happy little tune-

“SENJURO!” Rengoku roared, grabbing his brother.

“AHHH!” The younger boy screeched, the broom flying as he whirled around. “Who-KYOJURO!” He cried upon seeing him, throwing himself into a cackling Rengoku’s arms and sending them both stumbling into the dirt. Neither cared, too happy to be with one another again. “You didn’t send a word! I thought it was odd your crow showed up, but he had nothing to say! And here you are sneaking up on me!?” Senjuro tried to sound angry, but he was grinning from ear to ear, resting his head against Rengoku’s chest as the other hugged him close. “You’re a sneak!”

“Ahehahahaha! Oh god, I missed you!” Rengoku smiled, sitting up and patting his brother’s head. He looked well, much to his relief. “I got a few days off from work, and since it’s been some time since I’ve been home…”

“A few days!” Senjuro cheered, hugging him tightly. “That’s amazing! We can finally catch up on everything! Some things simply can’t fit letters, you know?” Senjuro leaned back suddenly, eyes narrowing. “Speaking of, I sent you a few, didn't I? Why didn’t you respond?”

Rengoku blinked, averting his eyes with a laugh. “Oh! I guess I didn’t get them…?”

“Liar!” Senjuro squeezed his hips, making him cackle and fall back. “Just say you’re busy! Clearly you read them! I can tell these things you know! Or don’t tell me- you forgot again? Mr Forget To Write!”

“Gahahahhahha! Shehhhehen! Shehehehehehnhjuro! Plehehahahahhahhse!” Rengoku howled, mind scrambled as his worst spot was attacked. It was true he…forgot to write back. He figured he was coming home soon anyway- he would respond in person!

Granted, those letters were from a few weeks ago…

Okay- maybe he deserved it.

“Please nothing, Kyo! You get what you get!” Senjuro was giggling to himself, one hand squeezing Rengoku’s hip while the other drilled into his brother’s ribs. The strongest flame breather, and yet he’s easily taken down by a few tickles! “Are you sorry for not writing back?” “Yehehahhahahahhahahs!”

“Are you really sorry?”

“Yehehehehes I’m reahhahahahlly sohohohohoahhahry! Pleahhhahahse Sehehehehhen!”

“Hm…okay.” Senjuro let him go, sitting back on his heels as Rengoku flopped backwards, gasping for air. “I’ll let you off the hook for now. But please write to me more often!”

“I wiihihihll…I prohoohmise.” He gasped out, taking the hand Senjuro offered him.

What a way to be welcomed home!

~~~

Two days flew by unfairly fast. Rengoku couldn’t deny he had fun though. Alongside a few bouts of sword practice, the brothers went about town, exploring anything and everything they could find. They stopped and got Udon noodles for lunch a few times, sharing a laugh with the shop owner when it was revealed Senjuro could eat just as much as his brother.

They visited a nearby shrine and paid their respects, wishing good health and fortune over the Rengoku household and their own respective futures. At one point they even ran into Mitsuri and had a small picnic of sweets together.

Eventually, the two days had come to an end. The last evening was among them, and neither boy wanted to spend it cooped up at home. Finding their old spot far out from the estate, they laid side by side as they watched the sun begin to set, small stars beginning to shine.

“This was a much needed break.” Rengoku smiled, stretching out his arms to reach for the shining dots above them. “I had so much fun with you, Senjuro.”

“Me too! I wish things could stay this way forever.” His brother laughed, snuggling closer to Rengoku and resting against his side. “Sorry, that sounds selfish, huh?”

“Not at all. I feel the same.” He squeezed the other close. “I’m sorry I’m not home as much as I could be. Things have been…”

Senjuro waved him off, shaking his head fondly. “You don’t need to explain or apologize. I understand.” His smile seemed kinda sad though, and he looked back up at the sky. “The life of a Hashira…that’s your calling. I’m not upset- I’m just happy when you can come home and just be Kyojuro with me.” He nodded. “So don’t apologize for doing what you have to do, okay? Just…write to me. At least one letter.”

“Still mad about that, huh?” Rengoku teased, though his heart felt lifted by his brother’s words. Still, that sad smile…it bothered him. He would be returning to work soon; he didn’t want to leave with that in mind. “Okay. I promise to write more. But in exchange…”

Senjuro raised an eyebrow, turning to look at him. In exchange what-” The younger boy squeaked when Rengoku suddenly grabbed him, fingers dancing across his belly and sides with glee. “Kehehehehehheyooohohohohojurohooohohoho!”

“You need to smile for me! I demand lots of smiles!” Rengoku grinned, the sudden urge for payback mixing in with the craving to see his brother laugh. “What, you really thought you could tickle me and get away with it?”

“I thoohohohoohohught yoohohoohu forgooohhoohohot!”

“I don’t forget things…well, okay; that’s a lie.” Rengoku snorted, realizing how ironic that claim was. “I don’t forget things within two days of eachother!”

“Thahahhahhhahhats nohoohoohohoht rihihihihiihght ehehhehehheither! Senjuro argued through his laughs, squeaking with mirth when Rengoku found a bad spot near his armpits. “Yohooohohohu fhohohoohohoohrgot to pahahhahahahay thehhehheheh Uuhuhuhuhudon shoohohoohohp ohoohohohoohwner!”

“Eh…yes, I did. But I came back!” Rengoku argued back, laughing when Senjuro arched and shrieked. “Watch what you say, Sen! I’m inches from your armpits- don’t make me tickle you there!”

“Buuhuhuhuhut yohooohohohu ahahhhahhahalreahhahahdy ahahhhhhaare!” His brother cried, cheeks bright pink and eyes squeezed shut with mirth as he squirmed about, trying and failing to escape.

“Hm? Oh no! See, where I am is here-” He prodded gently at the space just below, making Senjiro squeak. “What I mean is HERE-” He shot his hands up, giving his armpits a proper tickle and getting a much bigger reaction. “Well, since I’m here already, I’ll just keep tickling you!”

“KHEHHEHHEHHEYOOHOHOOOHOHOU!” Senjuro pleaded, lost in laughter once more, thrashing and kicking, unable to hold down the cackles as Rengoku tickled him relentlessly. “FIIHIIHIHIHINE FIIHIHIIHINE YOHOHOOHOHU WIIHIHIHIN!” He gave up, tapping the ground repeatedly.

Rengoku hooted with joy, pulling his hands back and watching Senjuro curl up beside him, arms around his middle as he gasped for breath. “Hehe, looks like I got you good, huh?”

“Shuhuhush! EHhahhehhehe…you’re suhuhuch a dork.” Senjuro pouted, laughing when Rengoku mimicked it. “Seehehee? A Dohhoohrk!”

“You love me.” Rengoku grinned, helping his brother up and returning to their original positions, staring up at the stars. “I promise though- I will write more. And I’ll try to get more time off for visits.

Senjuro looked back at him, eyes gleaming with hope. “Promise?”

Rengoku reached a hand out and raised a pinky, smiling when Senjuro did the same. “Promise.” He hooked their fingers, shaking them gently.

I hope this was good!

Cloud 9 (Taglist)

@myreygn, @thatbigbisexual29, @duckymcdoorknob, @wolfyeatstacos​, @baby-tickles2022​

[hollyjollybaby]

WHEEWWW what a busy and NONSTOP two weeks it has been!!! I’m going to attempt to play catch-up now and post about our two different trips/vacations.

Our first trip was to Anna Maria island, Florida for our cousin’s wedding. This is the mom of Holly’s BFF Knox who I post about sometimes, and she’s also my really good friend. They had a small immediate family and close friends wedding on the beach, followed by a reception in an event room at a local restaurant. The wedding was on Saturday; we flew down from Thursday-Monday.

This was Holly’s first airplane ride(s) and she did FABULOUS. I was so proud of her. After one of our flights, a woman actually stopped when she saw me outside the bathroom in the airport and told me how cute Holly was and that she was so impressed with her behavior on the plane and also that some of the funny things Holly was saying had made her laugh. I was literally delighted lol. Holly’s always being a bro and making me look good in public, I gotta say I appreciate it lol. I’ll give it to her, she usually saves her worst moments for home ���

The four days we had in Florida were AMAZING. I’ve mentioned it before but, my mom was with us, and that made it all the better. Our airbnb was like 100 feet away from a bus stop for the free trolley, which took us on a short ride to the beach. And that’s what we did pretty much all day every day minus wedding activities on Saturday. It was so much fun to be down there on vacation with our family.

Holly LOVED the ocean. She was a little apprehensive for like the first 15/20 minutes on the first evening when we arrived. And then I carried her on my hip into the water with me, and that was it. She LOVED IT and was a total ocean fishy the rest of the week. We just had so much dang fun with her 🥰

The wedding was gorgeous and I got teary eyed several times. I’m naturally a huge crier but Prozac has taken away my ability to cry by like 95% so I relish anytime I can cry, weird as that sounds. I’m so so happy to have Jade in the family. Jake and his cousin Luke grew up super close, and now Holly and their baby are growing up besties too. And Jade has become one of my closest friends over the past couple years. 💖 and a BIG flippin turtle walked right behind us during the ceremony! Knox was up front with his parents and saw it first and startled babbling about it. Like what a cool freakin moment. Also on two different days we saw a huge pod of dolphins, easily 20-30 individuals, swim right up the coast SO CLOSE TO US when we were in the water! It was AMAZING I was so geeked out.

On the last night before we left, Jake and I went out by ourselves with no real direction but trying to find somewhere yummy to eat for a date night. We literally stumbled upon a restaurant inside a hotel and lo and behold we had found a super fancy French restaurant that could accommodate two walk-ins 😮 we decided to treat it as our anniversary dinner (which is actually today! 10/27) and it was some of the most delicious food I have ever had in my life 😋

[clairekim424]

10/30/22 daily tumblr

12:00AM - 3:30PM: During this time, I spent time with my friends. It was nice to get to know my friends better. I never thought I would be friends with some of these people. I’m someone who used to be very confident in themselves mentally, emotionally, and physically a few weeks ago. However, over these few weeks a lot of things I thought I was concrete about within myself I now realize that I’m not. 

During this time I also ate half a bagel and snacks for a small breakfast. 

3:30PM - 6:30PM: During this time, I showered and completed as much homework as I could (I’m so behind). I also ate a little bit of goldfish as a snack. 

7:00PM - 8:30PM: I went to Sawtelle with a friend and got boba. It was a new place that I hadn’t been before, so it was cool to try that out. 

9:00PM - 10:30PM: I was so hungry but didn’t have any groceries since my fridge at my apartment broke this past week. My roommate was hungry too so we ended up getting In-n-Out with a couple friends for dinner. I got a cheeseburger and fries.

I was planning on working on homework and catching up on other work I have to do. However, I feel too sick and I feel I should prioritize my health right now. I’d rather rest, get better, and properly get work done instead of continuing to push through and then getting even more sick later. 

Rate and Reflection: 5/10. The only reason today’s rating is not the best is because of the realizations I’ve had today. It was nice to learn more about my friends and develop those relationships. However, later in the day I began to really reflect on how I am doing. I think I never thought about this because I don’t have time to think about anything lately. I realized that I haven’t been prioritizing my friendships and other relationships as much as I should be. When I say this I’m talking about the relationships at UCLA and back at home. I didn’t realize that being busy made me unintentionally push people away. I hate very few things, but I hate hearing the people I care about tell me they don’t feel cared about or prioritized because those are the people that make me happiest. The past few weeks I’ve been blind to how I’ve been acting to these people and that made me really reflect on what I’ve been putting my focus on.

[theaudacitytowrite]

Homesick

Loki x GN!Reader

A/N: Took me long enough to write again. I’ve been going through a rough patch these last couple of months and a lot from my past has bubbled up the last few weeks so this here is kinda my way to get all of it out of my system. I’m quite nervous to post this one but I hope you will still enjoy this one.

Warnings: Mentionings of child neglect, emotional abuse, bad parenting, mental health issues

Summary: You open up to your friend who listens attentivly.

word count: 4.066

As the first few stubborn sun rays squeezed through the blanket of clouds, determined to bless the earth with its glow again, all living creatures slowly but surely began to crawl out of their caves and huts they had found shelter in during the biting winter. Their movements once hesitant and frozen seemed to be thawed by the climbing temperatures.

Loki observed closely as the nature around him began to change. How the snow cover quickly melted from the rays of the sun, thereby enabling the fine flower buds to finally shoot and sprout out from the ground. Simultaneously the birds grew louder each morning, more and more of them returning from the south. The air smelled of spring, the scent of the dew on the young blades of grass and the enticing scent of the daffodils and tulips that trailed all over the compound mixing in it. The sun heated up the air and even Loki couldn’t deny the comfortable warmth that spread over his skin as the sun caressed it tenderly.

All humans as well as the avengers seemed to be affected by the changing seasons. The streets began to fill and the chattering of people started to become more vibrant just like the songs of the birds. 

 Training sessions were more and more rescheduled outside. During lunchtime the normally busy kitchen in the tower was empty. Most of the team decided to spend their time outside, eating as they took a stroll outside, enjoying the greenery of nature.

As everything around Loki seemed to flourish and have found a new surge of vital energy to survive another year, glowing every day a little bit more, one odd resident of the tower stood out to him. Still glum and grey, seemingly untouched by the newfound euphoria that surrounded them. 

He stood behind the glass front, observing the park-like green area of the compound when his eyes got caught on a figure. Under the old silver maple tree, sitting cross-legged as they read a book, he discovered the source of his concerned thoughts that occupied him for a while now.

Normally you would have surrounded yourself with the other avengers, laughing and joking gleefully. Spreading warmth and comfort just like the sun did these days. But your usual up-beat personality had vanished seemingly overnight. You still chuckled at jokes, still had comebacks when someone was teasing you but something felt off. Loki felt as if something was absorbing your energy, muffling you into someone almost not recognisable to him anymore. Your smiles were less vibrant, the stories you usually told got shorter and shorter until he couldn’t remember when the last time was when you had told him about anything new and exciting you had learned and had to tell him immediately.

He decided that he had pondered over it long enough now and today seemed to be a good chance to catch you alone, giving the two of you enough privacy to talk.

With wide strides he found himself walking over to you already. In his head ran thoughts in overdrive. He knew what he wanted to say, that he wanted to offer you a safe space and comfort. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or overstep a line. But at the same time, he just needed to do something. He couldn’t bear to see you another day being all sad and sombre. And especially since you had always gone out of your way to being there for him, he couldn’t just sit around and watch you suffer alone. This was the least he could do.

But as he was approaching you, he felt like he had forgotten how to form these thoughts, all of a sudden his head was empty. But his legs had already made up their mind and soon he was only a few steps away from you. 

“Are you ok?” the sudden presence of a person standing right next to you let you tense for a second before you realized it wasn't a fret.

“Mhh?” you hummed bewildered as you glanced up from your book, your eyes squinted and blinked repeatedly against the sun as they tried to adjust to the blinding ray of the sun in an effort to face Loki properly.

“Are you ok?” Loki asked again in the same rushed tone.

“I guess?” you asked still unsure of what Loki’s intention was, “Why?”

“Just trying to be polite.” he smiled sheepishly.

“Aha...” you watched him suspiciously, “So how are you then?”

“Good.” he nodded to emphasise his answer.

“...good.” you chuckled slightly. As he didn’t even make an attempt to move any time soon you began to become a bit uneasy.

“So are you just gonna stay there the rest of the time?” you inquired finally. Loki’s eyes caught yours and without another word, he simply plummeted onto the grass right next to you. When he didn’t say anything you slowly but hesitantly brought back your attention to your book. It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to hang out together while each person did their own thing. But today just felt odd for some reason. 

Out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed how Loki began to play with the blades of grass on the ground, running his palms over the soft surface and occasionally twirling the grass in between his fingertips. You smiled to yourself and decided to let yourself get engulfed in the story of your book again. But it didn’t last for too long as you could feel Loki’s gaze on you after a while. You tried to ignore it but caved in quickly, returning his gaze.

“Are you ok?” you asked amused by his weird antics today, to which he only nodded.

“Are you sure that you’re alright?” Loki stressed with genuine solicitude.

“What do you mean?” you grimaced at him amused.

“You’re just so awfully quiet these days.” he quietly explained, almost as if he was embarrassed that of all people he was the one to detect the change of your demeanour. 

“I am?” you knitted your eyebrows in thought and you had to agree, you had been zoned out the past couple of weeks, “Huh… I’m fine tho as you can see.”

“Well, I see that it is, in fact, not as fine as you claim.” he countered worried, “I don’t want to cross a line here, I just can tell that you’re struggling at the moment. And if you’re comfortable enough with me, I would be more than glad to be here for you and listen.”

You took a breath to answer but stopped yourself before anything left your lips. You let Loki’s words sink in for a second before you huffed and gently nodded your head. How did Loki know you weren’t feeling good inside before even you had figured it out?

“I guess I’m just feeling a bit blue lately because I miss my family. Nothing major.” you shrugged dismissively.

“Oh, homesick. I know this feeling all too well.” Loki nodded thoughtfully, giving you an empathetic smile.

“Something along those lines.” you raised your eyebrows as you averted his gaze.

“What do you mean?” he inquired, intrigued by your reaction.

“It’s just- since the weather is getting warmer and the others visit their families for the holidays, it’s getting lonely in the tower and I get reminded that I can’t visit mine and I guess that makes me kind of envious of the others as well.” you found yourself explain even more. It felt foreign to voice your struggles, yet it felt nice to have someone who was actually listening for once.

“Why don’t you call your parents on your handy little apparatus then?” Loki inclined his head.

“Well it’s not that easy,” you mumbled and your gaze fell to your lap as your fingers traced the pages of your book.

“Oh… oh.” Loki gasped, “I’m terribly sorry. I didn’t know that they’re… else I wouldn’t have brought it up.” 

“How were you supposed to know.” you consoled him and gave him a quick shrug.

“You have my condolences, little mortal.” he gave you the sincerest glance you had ever seen from him, his hand resting on your shoulder to spend you some comfort.

“Condolences? For what?” you asked confused.

“Well for your parents...” he explained just as confused as he slowly retracted his hand, “Isn’t it a custom on earth to give your condolences when one has died?”

“Dead?” you repeated, “No, Loki. They’re not dead. If at all it’s more like the other way around.”

“They think you are dead?” he asked shocked, “That does sound more like something I would do.”

“No, they are well aware that I am still alive,” you cleared up, “...just not to them.”

“Now I’m lost.” he looked at you dumbfounded.

“I don’t blame you. It’s a long, complicated and sappy story of my life.” you joked and waved him off.

“Do you want to explain?” he asked straightforward much to your surprise. Normally others didn’t want to hear about it, whether because they didn’t want you to live through it again or if it made them deeply uncomfortable.

“I really want to understand,” he explained with an honest smile when he took note of the growing pause. His warm gaze and genuine interest in you made you speechless yet warmed your heart. Since you hadn’t told many about your childhood struggles because of their mainly negative response to it, you hesitated for another moment. You didn’t want to drive away one of the few close friends you had but at the same time, Loki seemed to listen with sincere interest. You finally decided and gave him a short nod while you tried to gather your thoughts as you tried to figure out where to even begin.

“You see... growing up I always felt like I didn’t fit in?” you almost asked while you observed Loki’s expression closely as you expected him to react judgmental or bewildered by the way you felt. Instead, he seemed to know exactly what you were talking about as he nodded along. 

“It seemed like anything I touch would become worse and end in a mess. That I was doing it all wrong no matter how hard I tried.” you continued and gradually you felt the constraints, that held you back from sharing your story, loosen, “I had a difficult relationship with my family, especially with my mom. No matter how hard I tried in school, it didn’t matter. No matter how much I helped at home with chores, there was always something that I forgot or didn’t do as good as my mother expected me to do. For example when I didn’t know how to properly clean the bathroom when I was 11, because no one ever showed me, and I supposedly did it wrong. Yet I never got shown what I didn’t do right and what I was expected to do for it to be 100% done.”

“Then how should you know how to do it another way?” Loki chimed in.

“Exactly!” you gestured outraged, “And every single week, for at least 9 years I got lectured on how lazy I was for not cleaning the bathroom properly, no matter what. Sometimes I spend 4 hours in there. And still to this day I feel like I’m not cleaning my own bathroom properly because my mom would always find something that wasn’t right. So logically, I probably still miss spots now.”

“It’s hard to think differently when you get told the opposite for decades.” he nodded understandingly.

“And that affects so many aspects of my life! For example, I always got told to help in the household, to look for stuff I can do. No matter if I was studying or if I was tired after a long day. 

 After school I still had to cook, clean, and wash and I had to babysit my little siblings even though I was still a child myself. My mom always told me that I had to do all of that since we’re a family and family helps each other. If I explained that I couldn’t do something because I had other things to do for school or if I was cleaning my own room, I got told I was egotistical and self-centred. That I had to look more after other family members like my mom or my siblings cause they were struggling even more than me and I didn’t even know what real problems were.”

“So you naturally continued to help out. I mean I don’t blame you, who wants to be the cause of pain deliberately?” he concurred thoughtfully. 

“Oh yes... I tried so hard to be a good child. And I never questioned the fuss at home either since it was how families were supposed to be, right?” The more words spilt over your lips, the easier it got to open up to Loki.

“How should you know otherwise if you didn’t know it any other way, that it wasn’t in fact normal behaviour.” 

“It took me so long to realise that it wasn’t normal. The first time I started to even question our way of behaving as a family was when I saw other families interact when I was around 15 or 16. My friends didn’t have any regular chores, maybe cleaning their own room and putting their plates into the dishwasher after dinner. But that was it. No additional chores after doing homework. They were able to be free…. to be actual children and toll around, have a social life and be allowed to actually enjoy their free time.”

“And what did you do then?”

“I, my mother would say, ‘rebelled’ against my parents.” you chuckled.

“Ah, you started to stand up for yourself?” Loki smirked knowingly.

“In some way, yeah. And only because my mother started to restrict my contact with my friends. I can count on two hands how many times I was allowed to go out alone with my friends between the ages of 12 to 18! She was controlling, berating, overbearing and wouldn’t miss a chance to guilt trip me whenever she felt like I was getting a bit too far away from her control. I slowly started to get more annoyed by her constant nagging and the more lectures I got about how awful I was, the more I got fed up with it and tried to have a discussion about the way she treated me and my siblings and even my dad.”

“To no avail?”

“You bet. Of course, I was ’talking back’ and was ‘being disrespectful’ when I was in fact only voicing my opinion. I still remember the day I realised that I had to leave this place, or else it would’ve ruined me. And when I was 20 and had a job I got offered a place to stay by a relative of a co-worker and I packed my shit and ran!”

“And I suppose it didn’t go down easy?” 

“Not at all. When I told my parents I was moving out, all hell broke loose. First, she tried the guilt trip route. When that didn’t work, she straight-up tried to intimidate me with gruesome stories or threats. And when I still didn’t budge, she simply stopped talking to me.”

“Wow. That was really brave of you. It couldn’t have been easy, was it?” he leaned closer, his shoulder bumping on yours, so he wouldn’t be able to miss even a single word that would escape your mouth.

“It definitely was a huge change. It’s laughable but I didn’t even struggle with chores and getting groceries or paying the bills. The hardest part was all those feelings of guilt, that I had left my family behind and especially my siblings. And I at times I missed them so much and felt like I had done the wrong thing.”

“No wonder. If you’re used to the hustle at home and you’re suddenly all by yourself is a huge adjustment you have to get used to.” he observed, “But don’t you think you grew on that challenge?”

“Definitely. I realised a lot of the things I got taught were false. For the first time in my life, I had time for myself and was actually able to figure out who I am.” you recalled.

“And since then you hadn’t had any contact with them?” 

“Not exactly. I couldn’t just cut ties with my family. You know even though my mom was not the best mom and neglected a lot of her motherly duties, I still loved her. That’s why I still visited them on a regular basis in the beginning and even spend my vacation with them.

But those visits tended to always have the same outcome. I would drive there and would be ignored for the majority of the day. When I talked about my week I only got backlash about how I acted wrong or how I was spending my time not wisely. When I would drive back home in the evening I would feel shitty about myself and my decisions again. It felt like I was 12 again. The black sheep of the family who couldn’t do anything right.”

“And you cut off the contact then?” 

“I wish.” you sighed, “Luckily I did realise it at some point even if it was quite late. I was pretty much at rock bottom back then and I was even considering moving back home. But when I reached out to them and asked for help, they didn’t take me seriously at all. All I got as an answer was “then get help”. My world collapsed at that moment. All those years I had sacrificed for their sake, all the times I was there for them because ‘family is supposed to help each other. But I guess that only applied to them and not to me.

But the fault is really on me. I knew that it would play out like that and still I asked. I set myself up for failure.”

“Hey, that’s not true.” Loki interrupted for the first time, “It’s not your fault that you had the misfortune to be born into a family with emotionally immature parents. You can’t blame yourself for that.”

“I know. I’m trying not to… but it’s hard.”

 “I know.” he mumbled sorrowfully, carefully taking a hold of your hands and squeezing them softly, “I’m sorry, please continue.”

“Well, that day was the reason that I finally realised something. For almost 24 years I thought I was the problem. But then I understood for the first time that it wasn’t my fault that my parents didn’t meet my basic needs. It wasn’t my fault that they neglected me. And it wasn’t my fault that I never felt like I fit into my family. I wasn’t the wrong one, they were! I had never asked to be brought into this world, I didn’t owe them shit! They forced me onto this world. They owe their children everything!

That’s when I started with my villain era.”

“Villain era?” Loki asked to make sure he had understood you correctly.

“Yep, my villain era.” you nodded, “Because it felt like I was turning on my family. Not considering their thoughts and opinions anymore. The villain who was destroying my family with my narcissistic behaviour. Even though in reality I simply started to stand up for myself and demanded to be treated as a human being, which is not unreasonable to ask for.

So I restricted my visits and contact with them from that day on. At first, I didn’t see them for 2 weeks. Then 2 months. I was starting to feel better about myself with every passing week I didn’t see them. I actually excelled in my work field and was excited to work on myself. I still got a lot of berating texts and calls from my family when I saw them but I tried to ignore them and I would only ever see that at public outings. And at some point, they simply stopped reaching out.”

Silence fell over the two of you as a soft breeze rustled through the leaves above your heads. Loki noticed the shiver that ran over your skin and pulled you against his side with a side hug. He noticed your clenched jaw and tried to comfort you as he softly rubbed your arm up and down.

“When was that?” Loki asked timidly.

“...almost 5 years ago.” you choked out. The tears were brimming and burning in your eyes as you battled them to stay where they were.

“I’m sorry.” you simply shrugged, not able to say a word.

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” he hugged you even tighter, his head resting on top of yours, “You see, we can’t choose the family we were born into or even placed in. But you can choose your environment to a point. And you did that. And I know that sometimes it doesn’t feel like the right thing to do because of what has been planted into your brain since you were little."

“It’s just so silly. Like I know it was the right thing to do for me and my health's sake… but sometimes it still feels like I was in the wrong. Because I still love my family dearly but I couldn’t endure how they treated me any longer. And even though I’m still mad at them from time to time, I still miss them so so much. Like, I’m so sad but at the same time, I’m so angry as well! How could they cut me off, as if I was the one inflicting pain on everyone?” you sobbed. Loki turned to face you fully and nestled your cheeks between his palms.

“I can’t phantom the mental and physical strain this whole situation demanded from you, yet here you are. I’m so proud of you for everything you have achieved. And let me tell you, even if you already know it, you never were the problem and you did nothing wrong.

It’s just easier for your parent to believe that you’re the bad kid, that you’re the problem instead of taking responsibility for the harm they caused. It’s a devastating shame they feel so to avoid a feeling like that they create stories about how you let them down and caused them pain, so they become the victim. Because if they would take responsibility for abusing, hurting and neglecting you, they couldn’t see themselves as the good parent they tell themselves they are. That they failed the job they signed up for when they had you. They were supposed to protect you and keep you safe and they broke their promises. And if they admit that they are flawed, that they let you down, they wouldn’t be able to identify as good parents anymore. They would devastate their own self-image and they actually had to start to work on themselves.” he softly brushed away a strand of hair that had fallen into your face. 

“I know it’s hard to lose your family, to feel like you’re all alone in this big world, not being able to confide in anyone for your own health's sake. And it’s especially awful because the one safe haven you should have unconditionally, your family, to be the exact opposite, is crushing. But all the friends you made over the years, all the close friends that became your new family, you choose them carefully and wisely. And I can confirm you Y/N, we all love you dearly and wouldn’t want to miss you even a second of any day.”

Your tears were falling freely now but not out of anger anymore and you couldn’t help the grateful smile that appeared on your lips.

“Can I hug you?” you hiccuped between sobs.

“Of course my darling mortal.” the words had barely left his tongue when you fell around his neck.

“Thank you for listening.” you sniffled.

 “I’m always here if you need me.” Loki reciprocated the hug and held you tight against his chest.

“Could I request something from you?” you whispered sheepishly.

“Sure.” his answer was just as quick as you when you fell around his neck.

“Could you spend the holidays with me?”

“I’d love to.” he hummed joyfully.

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Hello! I really like your writing ! So I would like to ask if it’s okay for you, if you can write a fem reader who felt a bit left. Like each morning and night she wakes up/sleep alone, when she wants attention but they said they are occupied… So it would be cool to see the R give the silent treatment to them, and ignore all their touches and cuddles ! At the end she forgive them.I am in love with Sara and Jean so it would cool with them but you can add some more girls :D ! Thank you ^_^

Giving Her the Silent Treatment

Characters: Sara, Jean, and Keqing

Warnings: none

A/n: Thank you! and me too, ahhh Sara and Jean are both so beautiful. I hope Keqing will do for the third girl  🙇🏻‍♀️ I thought about adding Ningguang and Raiden but I’ve written similar prompts and I didn’t want to be repetitive in my writing

• It’s always been like this, you understood her position as general that she was quite a busy lady. But it’s never been this bad, you often at least had Sara at the end of the day for bedtime and that’s where you two felt the most connected. 

• It’s been a week since you’ve been able to talk to your girlfriend fully. You always felt her coming home late at night, maybe 2:00 am if you could guess. She would silently tiptoe as to not wake you every night. In the mornings when you woke up she wouldn’t be there either. During the daytime, she was out fighting for the Shogun.

• After another week you got fed up, you tried your best to keep in touch with her, with no results. You stopped trying altogether, and when Sara was ready to show you all the attention you’ve been craving, you threw a little fit. Ignoring all her pleads for you to talk to her. 

It was 10:00 pm, normally you were awake talking to Sara about your day, catching up so you two felt like an actual couple instead of two strangers sharing a bed. But recently, you’ve been sleeping earlier, making an effort to sleep by 9:00 pm to avoid her interactions. You thought maybe if you stop chasing her, she’ll begin to chase you.

You felt her weight get underneath the sheets as she snuggled up against your back, spooning you as she tried to jiggle you awake. Particularly today she was acting extra needy. “Hey, wake up,” She whispered in your ear. “Wake up please, I miss you.” You couldn’t help yourself but end your silent treatment at that confession.

“Alright, alright I’m awake,” you shoo her hand away to prevent her from shifting you as much. You couldn’t help yourself, as much as you wanted to continue your boycott she was far too cute. Sara didn’t have a soft side, and to you, it was rare, only shown when she was clingy.

You turned to face her, and she looked desperate, her eyebrows furrowed with and she had an unfamiliar pout on her face. Sara was smart, she knew you were avoiding her. “Why have you been so distant recently?” She asked, you made a face in utter disbelief.

“I could say the same to you. For the past month, I’ve been feeling so lonely. I tried chasing you but it didn’t work, so I thought if I avoided you, you’d come to me.” You looked downcast in shame to admit your feelings. She pulled you in a comforting hug that you’ve been craving for so long.

“Please forgive me. I specialize in following predetermined orders, not intuition. I won’t get the hint unless you communicate to me,” she uttered.

• As Acting Grand Master, Jean is always busy. She has things to do, and you understood. Safety of Mondstadt first, her safety second, you third. You understood this dynamic and knew what you were agreeing to when you began your relationship.

• Whenever Jean had a bigger workload than normal, you gave her space so she could focus. But she would always violate the space you’ve given her, even if she was busy she would always make time for you. But recently she hadn’t been doing that, now when you gave her space, you expected her to cross that boundary you’ve set for her.

• You gave her a silent treatment because you felt she was giving you one. She had never been this distant before, so you had a gut feeling she was debating if she should continue this relationship. You avoided her in order to detach yourself in preparation for that awful moment.

You woke up to yet another empty bed, this Monday marked the third week since you’ve had any meaningful contact with your girlfriend other than an occasional good morning or good night. You observed the empty spot that still had her strands of blonde hair fresh from last night. You let out an audible sigh as you figured she must’ve taken off already to her office.

“What’s got your panties in a knot this early in the morning.” Jean came from the bathroom connected to your room, she looked absolutely exhausted. You were so so upset at the realization that you simply averted your eyes and looked out the window onto the streets of Mondstadt. 

“What’s wrong love?” She asked more endearing, she sat on her end of the bed stroking your thigh in concern at your silence. “Speak to me,” she placed a hand on your cheek in an attempt to turn your face to look at her, you only used your own hand to take hers away. You weren’t in the mood.

“Have I done something wrong?” She asked, how was this woman who was basically the guardian angel of Mondstadt so clueless as to why you were acting off? Getting fed up you confessed. 

“I’ve just been feeling a bit neglected, that’s all,” you fold your arms in an attempt to show that you’re willing to stay as mad as possible. It was almost like a revelation to her, it hit her in the head that she had been unintentionally negligent recently. You concluded Jean was absolutely clueless as she didn’t know how to react, she probably didn’t know you were avoiding her till this morning.

"Ah-,” she was at a loss of words. “I’m sorry my love, next time I’ll do better. It was never my intention to make it seem like this.” She pulled you in for a nice warm hug that you missed so much.

• Lady Keqing did not have time for you as the Yuheng, but you understood. She followed her heart, and her heart belonged to Liyue and Rex Lapis. But she loved you as well, making as much time as possible for you because you made her feel normal. 

• Sometimes you wondered if this suffering from distance was worth it. You never realized the feeling of loneliness was amplified when you were in a relationship. You thought, if I have a partner should I really be feeling this alone. But other times you thought you were being selfish.

• Eventually you got fed up with her, was this treatment worth the lack of mental stability and insecurities? You really doubted yourself to the point where your coping mechanism was to shut down despite her pleads to awaken you.

You sat at your dinner table at home alone, although you lived with Keqing it sometimes felt like you lived alone. The only evidence of her living there were her clothes and items with no Keqing in sight ever. You had a fresh cup of coffee in your hand, as you let out a  mighty sigh looking through the window. Recently you had closed down to everybody.

You heard the keys rattle in the hole, but you were too lost in thought to react happily as you normally would. Keqing expected you to jump on her like a puppy but you didn’t, she was admittedly taken aback by your sudden distance as she took her heels off at the front door.

She joined you at the table, curious as to why you were so reserved today. Her legs crossed as she stared at you waiting for you to acknowledge her, eventually giving up after a couple of moments she began taking her stockings off to unwind, “Ahh~ you got me all confused here.” She rubbed her nape as she made a frustrated face. “Tell me what’s wrong, you’ve been eerily silent ever since I’ve gotten home.”

“It’s nothing,” you brushed her off, only to be greeted with a majorly unimpressed look, pressuring you that if you didn’t acknowledge it now she would make you regret it forever. “Fine, I’ve felt a little disconnected from you recently, and it makes me wonder if what we have is worth fighting for.”

She was a little taken aback, her mouth slightly agape after something so heavy dropped onto her. She looked downcast as to come up with a response, she expected it to be something small as you tended to zone out for small reasons.

“Well, if you put it like that... I want you to know that I love you. Please don’t be so naïve as to believe my loyalty belongs to anything or anyone else other than you,” she said confidently. 

[hotwings0203]

I feel like Dabi would be the type of dude who would bully you incessantly at the LOV and for the life of you you can’t figure out why. He’s always around you and making snarky comments or pulling your hair, trying to catch you messing up on missions. You’re sure he hates you, and you do well to stay out of his way, or sometimes when you feel bold you’ll offer a quip of your own. The bullying increases whenever you talk to other guys at the bar, especially when you make Tomura crack a smile, Dabi’s breathing down your neck the second your leader leaves, calling you terrible names and pushing past your boundaries.

Cw: language, nsfw, noncon, manga spoilers, some angst?

In a perfect world, Touya would not have been abandoned and rejected by his family. In a perfect world, Dabi would not exist, and Touya would be eating dinner with his family right now as he shows his little brother how to properly wield fire to its fullest extent.

But there was no such thing as a perfect world, and therefore Dabi did exist. And Dabi doesn’t care for anyone, or anything.

Or so he tells himself.

“Slut”

“Nothing but eye candy, and shitty eye candy at that”

It’s nothing you haven’t heard before, but it doesn’t make it any easier to ignore him

“What was that all about, huh? The fuck are you and crusty snickering about?”

Fed up with his continuous antics, you decide to mouth off a little too.

“Oh nothing, just talking about how adorable you and Hawks would make as a couple. And wipe that sneer off your face, it looks like some of your staples fell out of your mouth.”

It’s nothing too snarky, but in a second he’s shoving you in some dark room, forearm pinned against your throat as his hand is lit up with blue flames merely inches away from you, snarling in your face.

“You wanna be funny, bitch? I got jokes of my own too, why dont I show you what happens to dumb little girls who don’t know their fucking place? I think that would be real funny.”

But his hand is stopped from drawing near your wide eyes when you both hear Twice and Toga calling everyone for their next meeting.

He pushes you away from him, giving you a murderous look over his shoulder as he leaves the room, not paying mind to the way you slide down the wall in the dark.

You take extra precaution to try avoiding him for the next few days, not even making eye contact with him when you two get teamed up for tasks. He never mentions the room incident, if anything he acts as if it never happens. It’s like whiplash for you, he tries to weirdly talk to you more but all you offer him is mumbles and hums of agreement.

The conversation is never long, but it starts to be less talk of degrading you and more of begrudging questioning of what you’ve been up to. You never engage, opting to pretend like you never heard him, and strangely enough he leaves it be.

You give him a side eye one day as he joins you at the bar (much to your discontent), downing your glass just to fill another.

He says nothing as he slides into the stool right next to you, and pours a glass of whiskey for himself as well.

It’s awkwardly silent, you’re not sure if you should leave or not, but you’d be damned if you try to initiate small talk with this psycho.

But then, he speaks.

“Is Shigaraki sending you on the mission to get that UA kid?”

His gravely voice rumbles and cracks from his usual lack of use, and he clears his throat after he talks.

“No.”

“Oh.”

This is excruciating, you think to yourself as he mulls over the drink in his hand for a silent minute or two.

Toga calls you over thankfully at the exact same moment, and you breathe out an inaudible sigh of relief as you slip off the stool to join her.

“Wait-“ Dabi grabs your arm and you flinch out of instinct, expecting a slap or a burn to come from him.

He sees your reaction and shakes his head dismissively, letting you go and muttering a “Nevermind”. You don’t ponder over it as you trip over your own feet to join the eccentric blond.

A week passes, and then two. With each day you maneuver your way around him, request to be partnered up with different people in private, and busy yourself in random tasks. Every time you pass him by the bar he lifts his head from whatever he’s doing and tries to maintain eye contact with you, even going so far as to open his mouth to say or ask god-knows-what.

You try to ignore the foreign hopeful glint in his glacial eyes as you walk right past him, ducking your head as you do so.

It drives Dabi crazy.

He can’t handle any more rejection, he thought his family would be the last straw for him to ever want recognition or love validation from again. He wants to talk to you, to hear your voice as it snaps back with witty comebacks of your own that he secretly enjoys so much, even if it means he has to force it out of you with hateful words. He wants to feel your hair underneath his scarred hands, even if he has to mask the soft wanting of you in forms of yanking the strands. He wants nothing more than to see your eyes fill up with no other sight than him and think only of him, even if it means he has to corner you and scare you into submission.

But your silence is something he’s not used to.

Well, to be fair, you weren’t silent completely, but the only sentences he was hearing from you nowadays was when you were speaking to Shigaraki or the other League members.

You were the only idiot who didn’t notice the smoke curling from his nostrils and ears comically when he’d finally see you stop your stoic act just to open up to other men apart from him. Spinner, Twice, and Compress backed off almost immediately from talking to you for too long when they’d see the look on his face as he watched you surrounded by them, but Tomura would merely smirk from behind your shoulders and keep a level gaze with his subordinate, knowing fully well why he was so pissed off.

You began to notice the weird energy at the base soon after the rest of the men would keep curt conversations with you in comparison to your long talks about video games, sex, and life after you would all win the war.

So you thought it would be best to ask the most semi-normal person there that wasn’t fueled with testosterone and aggression.

“I just don’t get it, why are they all being weird? I mean, we all used to talk so much and now they just...try avoiding me. Except for Tomura of course, he’s still normal I guess. But he always has this smirk on his face when I’m with him and I can’t figure out why.”

Toga stops cleaning her blood-laced needle to give you a sly look, all fangs and glinting white.

“And Dabi?”

“What about him?”

She sits back on her haunches and cocks her head at you. “You really don’t know what’s happening here, do ya?”

“No,” you roll your eyes in exasperation. “But I’ll gladly take any theories here, since apparently I’m the only one who doesn’t get it.”

“He likes you.”

You gape at her for a moment and then burst out laughing.

“What? That’s crazy, he doesn’t like me, he hates me!” He can barely stand being in a room with me, all he does is talk shit and harass me.”

The blond curiously licks at a bead of red from the top of the weapon and you cringe when her own tongue rips from the sharp point.

“You say he can’t stand being in a room with you, so then why is it that he’s always there? He might talk shit, but he talks to you out of everyone else right? Regardless of if it’s something mean.”

You’re thoroughly flabbergasted. She had a point, but it was too much to wrap your head around. She cheerfully hums and gets up to flounce around the room, cleaning her already-tidy room up to a T.

“And that little silent treatment act you’re giving him isn’t helping either. I swear, Jin told me Dabi almost burned his mouth off that one day you, him and Spinner were talking about GTA. He totally cornered the poor guy and threatened his life if he didn’t stop talking to you.”

“You’re joking.”

“Am not. He wanted to do the same to Tomura but I figure he wants to keep his job, so he won’t. Doesnt make it any better for him when you’re all chummy with the one person Dabi can’t stand the most, though.”

No wonder your leader was so smug whenever you two were in the same room, your attention solely focused on him.

You run your hands down your face, moaning about the whole situation being fucked. It’s just your luck that you couldn’t take a clue, but to be fair, how could you? Being called worthless and a waste of space wasn’t exactly what you had in mind for flirty banter.

“Soooo what’re you gonna do now? I heard he’s gonna try talking to you for realsies like, tomorrow or something.”

“Tomorrow?” You yelp, jumping up to your feet. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I can’t face him!”

“Oops,” she giggles, twirling with outstretched arms around her room and falling down onto her bed.

“Oh god, I can’t do this. I don’t even know if I like him! He’s such an ass, and even when he tries to come off as normal he’s just so..unsettling. I don’t think I’ve ever had a good conversation with him.”

Toga props her elbow up to rest her chin on her hand, frowning in thought.

“Why not just tell him how you feel?”

You snort and fold your arms. “Yeah, because the psycho arsonist is really gonna take the word no well.”

“Hmm.. I see what you mean. Oh well, whatever you choose, I’ll support you!”

And with that she skips out of the room sing songing for Twice to make a clone for her.

You were fucked.

And sure enough, the next day he approaches you, hands stuffed in his pockets and an almost bored look on his face.

“Yo newbie, I gotta talk to you for a second. Come with me”.

You look blearily up at him through eye bags and mussed hair, a direct telling of your sleepless night. Your stomach drops when you hear his words, but you nod your head and take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself of the speech you practiced till the sun rose.

No one else is bothering you both today, Shigaraki having gone to visit All For One and the rest of the League left to their own devices. It was something you weren’t so comfortable with, but you doubted a hero would come to save you.

He leads you through the short winding hallways, each step of his growing louder and heavier as the space started growing smaller. Finally, he reaches a dimly lit room and stops outside the door, gesturing for you to go in with a casual wave of his patched wrist.

“After you.”

You raise an unsure eyebrow at his uncharacteristic show of consideration, and do as he says. You’re sweating bullets, fists balled so that your nails are digging into your palms, and vision going in and out of focus as your eyes begin to adjust to your surroundings.

A loud bang pulls you out of your stupor, and you whip around at the sound.

Dabi is already staring back at you with lidded eyes, leaning his weight against the door, his arms crossing over each other.

You shift on both feet, picking at your nails nervously.

“So, what did you wanna talk about?”

He says nothing, but just observes you, his head slightly tilted as if you were some abstract art piece.

“Dabi.”

“You got a lot of nerve, y’know that?”

He pushes himself off the wall and advances slowly towards you, hands stuffed in his trench coat pockets.

You immediately back up with raised palms, sputtering indignantly at his offensive movements coming closer and closer. However you thought his ‘confession’ would go, this was most definitely not starting out like how you planned

“Excuse me? What’re you talking about-“

“I know what you’re doing. You think whoring yourself out to ol’ crusty and the rest of the guys here is gonna make everyone forget just how useless you actually are. What the fuck do you even do here? You fuck up half the missions which I have to come bail your ass out of, you constantly put us in jeopardy by being all friendly with everyone, and you can’t even keep your mouth shut when I need to let off a little steam, as I rightfully should.”

In a perfect world, Dabi would be the light of your eyes, the hero of your world. In a perfect world, Dabi would be able to hold your hand in his smooth one and tell you that he wants you so much that it impairs his rational judgement and makes him say things he doesn’t mean. He’d tell you that your presence is like a weight lifted off his chest, your presence means he doesn’t have to think or worry about the outside world, he just wants you all to himself without anyone interfering.

But this is not a perfect world, and Dabi is not a hero, but rather one of the worst villains.

So he does exactly what one does as a villain.

Instead of a loving look that he knows he’s incapable of, Dabi looks down into your horrified gaze as he traps you against the wall between his scarred arms, spewing misplaced venom at you.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to chill out. First you go ballistic on me ‘cause I talked to Tomura for no reason, then you act all weird and quiet as if you’re some decent person, and now you think you can just bring me in here and tell me how worthless I am? Go fuck yourself, seriously.”

You scoff and make your way to push him but stop when he does what he did a couple weeks ago. You hold bated breath as he casually brings an inflamed hand to scratch at his face as if he can’t feel the hellfire emitting from it, and let out a whine of distress as he lowers his head mere inches from yours, lips almost touching.

“Stop talking to the rest of the guys,” he breaths. “Stop smiling, laughing, or going near anyone who isn’t me.”

You wonder if he knows how insane he sounds. He does, but that’s nothing he doesn’t know already. If anything, it solidifies in his mind that if he is to be as bad as the world has made him out to be, then he is acting exactly fit for the role.

“Why?”

“I don’t need to give sluts like you a reason. It should come as easy, right? What’s putting out for one more person?”

Your eyes are brimming with tears now, your stoic facade showing cracks as you sniffle a little bit.

He eats it up and groans watching salty rivers cascade down your cheeks. Suddenly, he feels as though he can no longer hold back anymore, he feels as though if he thinks for one more second he’ll combust.

So, acting on instinct, he surges forward and presses his lips against yours, swallowing your cries of distress and holding your hands above your head in midst of them frantically beating on his chest.

Your lips are so, so soft compared to his and it’s making him sink deeper into this instinctual daze. He puffs against your writhing lips as he thrusts his hot tongue in your mouth.

You try to bite him but when his hands heat up against your skin you resign to your fate and wail, allowing him to pull his hips flush against yours and start humping your thighs.

He draws back and bites your lips, teeth clacking against yours as he does so. You open your terrified eyes and blanch when you see the look on his face.

Lust is clearly drawn everywhere, from his blown pupils to his heaving chest, all the way to his flushed face and wild eyes. He looks as though he’s about to eat you alive and it’s appropriate that you feel like a lamb about to be slaughtered.

“Dabi, wait, please stop-“

But he cuts your pants off again in favor of slamming his hips against yours again and grinding impossibly hard on your legs, the friction of his jeans catching on your clothed cunt and forcing a mewl out of you.

“I’m not gonna stop. I’ve had enough of you teasing. You’re mine now, and if it takes burning our dear leader alive and this whole place down for you to understand that then I’ll fucking do it.”

He thought that terrorizing you would ease the empty feeling in his heart, that continuously berating you would force him to see you as what he always said you were, just another empty headed cunt. He thought that distancing himself from you and focusing on other things would make him forget about the soft feelings he longed to share with you, feelings he thought perished in the fire he was in when he was a young boy .

Even now, there is an ache in his chest as he hears you beg for him to stop, to let you go, that you’re sorry for whatever you did.

But this is not a perfect world, and not everyone gets their way in life.

You should really learn that, because Dabi already has.

And so Dabi will act accordingly to what life has put out before him .

[holy-hyuck]

NCT Dream Reaction: They See You Wearing Their Clothes

warning: there’s like a swear word or two in jaemin’s

by the way, would you guys want me to add shotaro and sungchan as a bonus into these since they’re not in a permanent unit yet?

also no, i absolutely do not have a crush on jaemin, what are you talking about?

Mark

It was so cold, so unbelievably cold in Mark’s apartment. You told him to fix the heating but he’s been too busy binging Netflix to bother. Shivering in your thin tee, you rummaged through Mark’s closet for something warm to wear. If he wasn’t going to get the heating sorted, you were going to steal every last one of his hoodies until he had no other choice.

Throwing the black, oversized hoodie over your head, you made your way downstairs and plopped on the couch beside him, making him turn his attention away from the TV screen and towards you.

“Is that my- Is that my hoodie?”

“Yes, it is. Actually, it’s now mine, at least until you get the heating fixed.” You crossed your arms over your chest and raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend.

Laughing, he threw his arms around you and started mumbling into your neck.

“Gosh, you’re so cute, you have no idea.”

You let out a whine, surrendering. This was not how this was supposed to go.

Renjun

You stayed over at the Dreamies’ dorm with the intent of catching up with them since their busy schedule meant you barely saw them - especially your boyfriend. A sleepover and a movie night seemed like a great idea.

The boys already had a table stacked with snacks and drinks.

You made the awful decision of wearing denim shorts, which meant twisting and turning for the first thirty minutes of the first movie Jeno picked until he had to go to the toilet and you paused it.

“Are you okay?” Jaemin asked, seeing your discomfort.

You shook your head, looking over at your boyfriend. “Do you have anything comfortable I could wear?” you asked, a puppy-like look on your face (or at least an attempted one), and he obliged, bringing you a pair of his sweatpants.

Once Jeno exited the toilet, you changed into your boyfriend’s clothes, coming back into the living room. Upon seeing you, Renjun burst into laughter, the already slightly baggy (on him) sweatpants completely drowning out your legs so it looked like you were wearing a trash bag over them.

“Y-You l-look great-”

He managed between laughs, covering his face, his head falling back into the couch cushions as he nearly fell on Jaemin. He was hoping his hand also covered his blush because - although he wasn’t sure what exactly it was - something about you wearing his clothes made him feel fuzzy inside and he hoped to see you in them again - just maybe in different circumstances.

Jeno

Out on the beach with your friends was the best way you could think of to spend the last weekend off before school. You sat on the sand, watching Yeri and Jaemin splash each other with water, their swimming suits soaked. They've been at it for the past fifteen minutes, and it all started because Jaemin drank one espresso too much and threw Yeri into the water.

You sat next to Jeno, both of you watching your friends laugh, and next to him sat Renjun, who typed on his phone like his life depended on it. You and Jeno didn't speak much; you were a bit awkward around each other, you'll admit, but that's only because two months ago, you kissed during a game of spin the bottle, and it was a little more heated than you would like, and now maybe, just maybe, you've developed a crush on the black-haired boy.

It was weird - you've known him for three years, and never looked at him that way. Only after the kiss, you started seeing him as this handsome guy with crescent-shaped eyes when he smiled, and not just a friend who wasn't ugly.

Your two friends finally got out of the water, making their way to their towels and drying themselves off. You shivered, the evening weather finally catching up to you. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you rubbed the skin harshly, hoping to generate some heat, and hoping you'll be making your way back home soon.

Renjun noticed this and shoved Jeno with his elbow, gesturing to you. When Jeno gave him a confused look, he rolled his eyes and started tugging on Jeno's jacket in an attempt to take it off. They had a little fight to the right of you, but you were none the wiser and ignored them until Jeno cleared his throat. You looked in his direction to see him taking off his jacket and draping it across your shoulders before giving you a small smile.

"You looked like you needed it."

You smiled at him. "Thank you." Both of you looked at the sand beneath your feet, heat rising to your cheeks.

To your left, Jaemin and Yeri exchanged a look and simultaneously rolled their eyes. You were both so goddamn oblivious.

Haechan / Donghyuck

You clipped your hair back with the lonely bobby pin in your pocket, pulling the jacket around you tighter to brace yourself for the ruthless winds outside. Exiting the shop with Donghyuck by your side, you picked up your pace to make it home before it became any colder or windier - which it did, a minute into your journey.

The wind made your eyes water and you shrunk yourself, head down, ignoring your boyfriend, who began failing to catch up to you.

Suddenly, you felt something warm wrap around your neck and turned around to find your boyfriend securing his scarf around it, unzipping your jacket to tuck it underneath, then zipping it back up. It left his neck exposed due to the low-cut t-shirt he wore under his leather jacket, and you frowned at the sight of it, opening your mouth to protest before he interrupted you.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine. You look like you need it more than me.”

Wrapping his arm around you, thus offering you even more of his body’s warmth, he led you towards his apartment, where he made you hot cocoa and cuddled you until you felt warm again.

You still didn’t take off his scarf, and he never asked for it back.

Jaemin

Maybe you didn't remember much from last night, however, when you woke up with a white, oversized denim jacket hanging from your desk chair, you were reminded of Jaemin - a loud and charming boy from one of your classes - lending you the covering after he walked you home after one too many drinks. In your defence, you bet with your friend that you could handle more shots than her, and won (the vomiting-in-the-garden part doesn't matter).

You got ready and rushed into your lecture hall, sitting somewhere in the middle and eyeing the students to spot the black-haired boy. When you managed to finally do so, he was already talking to one of his best friends, and the professor had started the lecture.

At the end of the lecture, you went up to Jaemin, who again, had busied himself talking to his friend. But when the other boy, Lee Jeno, saw you, he slapped Jaemin across the chest to get his attention.

Finally, Jaemin turned to you, taking a second or two to take in your appearance, his denim jacket hanging loosely on your shoulders. He almost laughed, his smile getting bigger than you've ever seen it. In the background, Jeno was laughing his ass off at Jaemin's reaction.

You cleared your throat. "Sorry, I just saw it on my chair today. It's yours right?" You took the jacket off of you and handed it to him once the boy nodded his head. "Thanks for last night, I don't know how I've survived but you certainly made it easier. Anyway, I'll see you later. You too, Jeno."

The older boy waved his hand at you and walked to Jaemin as the two of them watched you leave. "They looked good, huh?"

Jaemin looked to Jeno and smiled. "Fucking gorgeous."

Chenle

You may or may not have gotten too comfortable during your last few weeks of university, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie every day around your house, only swapping out the bottoms for a pair of jeans when going out. Honestly, you couldn't even remember the last time you put any effort into your appearance.

However, the dreadful day came when you had to meet Chenle's friends. You weren't dating for long, only a couple of weeks at most, so you felt the need to impress both them and your boyfriend. Thankfully, the plan to go to an amusement park were cancelled and swapped out for a movie night, so you felt okay with throwing on a hoodie and calling it a day. Spotting a bright blue coloured one in the corner of your bed, and realising it's Chenle's, you quickly pulled it over your head and rushed out of your house after realising you were late.

You were shaking the whole way to Jisung's house, hoping to calm down by the time you got there. He graciously let you inside and introduced you to two other guys and a girl, and you hoped they would spare you the embarrassment of wiping their hands after touching your sweaty palm.

"I like your hoodie," the girl said.

"Oh, thank you. It's Chenle's, actually," you replied after a beat. "Um, where is he?" You looked around, unable to spot the blond boy.

Suddenly, you heard a high-pitched scream coming from your right, an exclamation of "cute!" yelled your way, right before being tackled to the ground by the man-child in question. He pulled the hood over your head and grinned down at you.

"I'm guessing you like it?"

Jisung

Grabbing a book off Jisung's bedside table, you plopped on his bed with nothing but his thick, blue robe on. Admittedly, it was warm and cosy; definitely something you would have to steal. You skimmed through some of the pages of the history textbook before becoming bored and chucking it next to you.

Standing up from the mattress, you wandered around his room, waiting until he finished his shower.

"Hey, have you seen my-" Jisung came out of the bathroom, holding a towel to his chest, "-robe?"

He sighed, looking at you in his garment as you smiled like the Cheshire cat.

"Can I have that back?"

You skidded across the room to stand in front of him, going on your tip-toes and giving him a peck on the lips. "Nope."

Jisung shook his head at your antics before going to change into some clothes.

[itsapeterthing]

Say Yes || Bucky Barnes

pairing: 40s!bucky barnes x rogers!reader

summary: after receiving your brother’s blessing, bucky barnes finally finds the courage to ask you a very important question 

a/n: another addition to the bucky barnes x rogers!reader collection- reblogs and replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 2.3k

warnings: none, fluff

masterlist || request || taglist

1941

Feeling the cool breeze of the spring day surrounding you, you began to grow annoyed as Bucky stopped short, slipping his hand out of yours to wipe them on his pants for the fifth time that afternoon.

Wrapping your cardigan, tighter around you, you sighed.

“Is everything alright, Buck?” You asked.

“What?” He asked, squinting up at you, brushing his hands on his bottoms. “Yeah, yeah, doll. Everything’s fine. It’s just hot today.”

Watching as another cool gust of wind swept through his hair, you eyed him warily.

Bucky has been acting strange in the past two weeks since the night your brother, Steve, had discovered your relationship leading to a punch being thrown and shouting that you were sure woke the neighbors. However, your brother had assured you after coming back inside from speaking to his best friend alone that everything was fine and that they had worked out their differences. 

He promised you that you had nothing to worry about.

If that was the case, you couldn't understand why Bucky was acting so... odd. You had known Bucky since before you could even remember and although he was your brother’s best friend, you had always been able to read him like a book. You couldn’t place a single reason why he had been behaving so anxiously the past few weeks or why he had suddenly become so nervous spending time alone with you.

“Did... did Steve say something to you?” You found the courage to ask your partner.

“Huh?” He asked, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I told you, doll. Steve and I talked it all out.”

When you said nothing else, keeping your arms crossed and only turning your head to the side to instead watch the couple having a picnic on the grass nearby, Bucky began to grow nervous that he messed up.

“Why?”

Facing your partner once again, you threw your hands in the air with a groan.

“I don’t know, Buck!” You exclaimed. “You’ve just been acting so weird. Just talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong!”

Bucky swore he could feel the color drain from his face.

He didn’t think you had noticed his newfound behavior- or at least hoped you hadn’t.

Ever since he had asked Steve for your hand in marriage two weeks ago and he said yes, Bucky had been nervously searching for the perfect moment. He had known he wanted to marry you since one month into your relationship (and knew you were it for him even earlier than that), so he had expected to be overjoyed and relieved upon finally receiving your brother’s permission, but instead it had only made the reality that you could say no to him even more real. 

He hadn’t even thought of that possibility until the opportunity to ask you was finally in his hands.

He wanted more than anything to finally be married to you- he knew he couldn’t wait much longer- but he wanted the proposal to be perfect for you nonetheless.

“Nothing’s wrong, Y/n.” He said. “You’re just seein’ things.”

As soon as the last comment had slipped from his mouth, he knew he messed up. When you raised your eyebrows at him, your tongue in your cheek, he took his hands out of his pockets and reached them out for you.

“Okay, I didn’t mean that.” Bucky said, trying to ease you.

“Yeah?” You asked. “Then what’s in your pocket, Buck?”

“Nothing’s in my pocket, doll.” He chuckled nervously. “Why don’t we keep walk-”

Before he could even finish what he was saying, you strode over to him, moving to shove your hand into his left pocket. Catching your wrist, he attempted to lightly shove you away.

“If there’s nothing in there,” You said. “then you wouldn’t mind me checking.”

Still holding your wrist with a tight grip in his hand, he scoffed.

“And what? Give everyone the wrong idea?” He said, tilting his head towards the couple on the picnic blanket on the grass. “Those people are right there.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Don’t give me that excuse, Barnes.” You lowered your voice. “Don’t act like you didn't just make out with me behind that tree ten minutes ago. Who do you think you're foolin’?”

Just when he was about to open his mouth again, you took advantage of him being distracted and shoved your hand into his pocket. As quick as he scrambled to swat you away, your hand had already wrapped around the cool metal and pulled it out of his pocket.

Opening your hand, your eyes met the familiar ring sitting in your palms. The smirk that had been on your face dropped.

Looking up at your boyfriend, your eyes went wide.

“Is this...” You began at a loss of words. “Is this your mom’s ring?”

You had noticed months ago that his mother's ring finger was bare when the two of you had went and visited her for lunch one day. While setting the table for her- Bucky in the other room fixing the lock on her door- you caught sight of the lack of her engagement ring when she set the forks beside you.

“You missing your ring, Mrs. Barnes?” You asked, nodding your head towards her hand.

As soon as you had asked, her hand shot away from the table as she laughed nervously.

“Oh that old thing?” She asked, moving around the table. “It um... my fingers were all swollen the other day so I slipped it off. I must’ve forgotten to put it back on.”

About to open your mouth to say more, finding her behavior strange, you stopped short when you felt Bucky’s hand rest on your back.

“You know, Ma,” He said, gently rubbing circles on your back. “Next time your lock breaks- tell me first thing. Last thing you need is some burglar coming in here. What were you two chit-chatting about in here anyway?”

Glancing up at Bucky, you watched as he stole a piece of bread from the table, taking a bite out of it.

“I was just saying that I didn’t see your mom’s ring on her finger.”

Choking on the food in his mouth, Bucky began coughing.

Unbeknownst to you, your partner had asked his mother for her engagement ring only a month after officially going steady with you. He honestly didn’t even have to ask. As soon as he had showed up at her apartment and confessed to his mother that he was finally dating the Rogers girl, she had practically shoved the ring in his hand herself.

She had always thought fondly of you (along with every other member of the Barnes family) and had been waiting eagerly for this day to come, knowing some day her son would come to his senses and settle down his best friend’s sister.

When Bucky received the heirloom, he had made his mother promise that she wouldn’t say a thing, keeping it a surprise until the fateful day where he made you his.

He should have known, however, that at the end of the day a part of you was always gonna be Steve’s punk little sister who didn't know when to keep her nose out of his business.

Shaking his head wildly, Bucky glared at his mother.

“You should really keep that thing on your finger.” He said, finally clearing his throat and turning towards his mother. “Don’t wanna lose that, Ma.”

Swatting her son and taking the slice of bread from his hands, she smiled knowingly.

“Don’t worry, James. It’s right where it belongs.”

Scratching the back of his neck, Bucky nodded.

“Yeah, I uh...” He said. “I asked her for it a few months ago.”

At his confession, you began to feel your heart beat faster in your chest.

He had asked his mother for her engagement ring.

He had asker her months ago and it was sitting in his pocket now.

Before you could say anything else, Bucky gently took the ring from your hand and held it between his index and thumb, moving down onto his knee in front of you. Stepping back to take in the sight of him, you opened your mouth in awe, trying to find something to say, but he shook his head.

“I know you love to talk, but just let me say what I gotta say, okay?”

“Hey!” You exclaimed at his playful insult.

“I’m just messin’ with you, doll.” He chuckled before clearing his throat. “So, uh... God this is hard. I practiced this hundreds of times too, I swear, but I’ve known you for so long I don’t know what to say, ya know? You’re just a part of me. I’ve known you for almost my entire life and I remember you just being Steve’s little sister and getting so annoyed because you would just come in there and want to do whatever we were doing, but if that little punk of a ten year-old Bucky saw me now he’d kick my ass because I hate it when you’re not there. I can’t remember a day when I didn’t know who you were and I don’t want to ever go a day without you by my side ever again.”

Not being able to help the beaming smile on your face, you were so overwhelmed with pure joy listening to Bucky rambling on. Squeezing his hand tightly, you laughed along with what he was saying, completely and utterly in bliss knowing what was coming next.

“I would say more, but you know I’m gonna smother you every day you’re with me anyway.” Bucky laughed thinking of the future, looking up at you. “So, will you-”

“Yes.”

“Jeez, can you let a guy finish?” He groaned teasingly, throwing you a bright smile. “What I was asking was... will you marry me?”

Staring down at the man that was about to become your fiancé, you memorized the way the sun shone down on him, highlighting his features and how his blue eyes seemed brighter than ever. Gazing at the smile on his face you knew it was rooted in the pure love and happiness you both shared.

You couldn’t help but think of the Bucky you knew ten, five and even one year ago and how every moment between the two of you was leading up to the rest of your lives. You didn’t know if you had ever believed in soulmates before your relationship grew into something more, but it felt silly to think now that you two were anything but destined to be together. 

You had a feeling you’d find him even if there was a world between you.

How lucky were you to have him right next to you this whole time?

Bending down to your own knees, tucking your skirt underneath them, you cupped your lover’s face in your hands and met his lips with yours. You laughed into the kiss as you felt his arms wrap tightly around you, nearly making you fall over as he pulled you closer into his embrace.

When you finally separated from his lips, the smile rose on his face once again as he brought the ring between the two of you.

“I don’t know if I can take this, Buck.” You whispered, glancing from the ring to his face. “It’s your mom’s.”

“Listen doll,” He said, taking your left hand in his, slowly slipping the ring onto your finger. “I’m the oldest. This ring was bound to be mine when I was born and when I met you... it was bound to be yours too.”

Smiling up at your fiancé, you showed off your hand, newly adorned with his family’s engagement ring. Sometimes Bucky questioned if he was a sentimental man, but seeing you there with that ring around your finger he knew without a doubt that he was.

“You like it?” He asked.

“It fits like a charm.” You smiled.

“Well,” Bucky said taking your hand in his and kissing it softly. “My mom always said it was meant for you. I guess she was right.”

Smiling at the mention of his mother who you had no doubt would be overjoyed at the mention of your engagement, you pressed one last kiss to Bucky’s cheek before standing to your feet, pulling him up with you.

“Ya know,” You said lacing fingers with your fiancé’s. “I’m glad you asked. I was starting to get scared you were getting sick of me.”

“The only sick I am for you, doll, is lovesick.”

You didn’t know what the future had in store for you, but in that moment you allowed yourself to bask in the pure bliss of being joined with the man at your side. No matter what the future held, you felt confident that you would be able to face it with your partner- the man you were sure you were destined to go through it all with.

“Y/n Barnes does have a nice ring to it.” You told him giddily, strolling on the path by his side. “Don’t you think?”

He would be lying if he said that he hadn’t had to rewrite letters because he accidentally wrote his last name after your first or that he didn’t turn red when his mother called you her daughter-in-law when you weren't there. Hearing the name fall from your lips for the first time undeniably made his heart skip a beat in his chest as he squeezed your hand tighter, playing with the ring on your finger.

“You know it, doll.”

[charzard-lord]

You’re The Mystery I Need To Solve (Doctor/Reader) Part Four

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Drama, angst, hurt, slight comfort, language

Key: 🎭💣😋❤☂️

Pairings: Eleventh Doctor/Reader, eventual Tenth Doctor/Reader

Summary: You've had several dreams about a madman with a box and when you finally meet him in real life, you realize that something is very wrong. For some reason, the TARDIS doesn't react well around you. In fact, it seems to completely stop working and turns into a regular police box. The Doctor is terrified yet fascinated, and completely determined to solve this mystery.

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four (you are here) - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight

A/N: Sorry I’m so late in posting this today. It’s been a rough day. Actually, it’s been a rough couple of weeks. I’ve been dealing with a lot in my personal life and I’m very overwhelmed right now, so please be patient with me. I see your requests and I will do my best to work on them soon, but this next week is going to be extremely busy for me. For now, here is part four of this fic. I hope you enjoy!

The Doctor runs around the room, looking for something, anything, to help. But he doesn’t know what’s wrong. How can he help if he doesn’t know what’s wrong? 

His eyes catch sight of a kitchen he could’ve sworn wasn’t there a minute ago, but he doesn’t have time to question it. He quickly makes his way to the sink, surprised to find a glass of cold water and a damp washcloth at the ready. He hesitates for only a moment before gathering the items and rushing back to your side. 

Meanwhile, a whole new world is appearing before your very eyes. You see a girl with short blonde hair and pretty brown eyes. She’s smiling. But something is wrong. A storm. There’s a storm coming and she doesn’t see it. 

You desperately try to call out to her, only to find that your vocal cords aren’t working as they should. Next, you attempt to run, but your feet start sinking in the ground. Tears run freely down your face. You have to warn her. 

“Bad wolf,” the words escape your cracked lips, though you’re not sure where they came from, before you once more succumb to the darkness. 

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Consciousness comes back slowly. First, you become aware of a ticking clock somewhere in the room. Then, you feel your body, covered by a heavy blanket. Too heavy. Too hot. Your eyes flutter open as you push the blanket off yourself, registering the sound of soft snoring to your right. 

You look to see the Doctor and Amy asleep on separate chairs. A small smile graces your lips at the sight of them. Did they stay up taking care of you? 

You sit up, rubbing the sleep from your weary eyes. You briefly wonder how long you were out as you survey the room. You notice a kitchen you’re sure wasn’t there before, and decide to explore. You are getting hungry. 

As soon as you enter, you immediately go to the fridge. When you open it, you’re surprised to find that it’s fully stocked with fresh food. In fact, a lot of it is stuff you bought during your grocery trip. Right. You kind of forgot about that. 

You shake it off and decide to just go with it. Besides, it’s not the weirdest thing that’s happened to you lately. 

You start gathering the ingredients for your favorite breakfast and get to work. You hum quietly to yourself as you cook, enjoying the sense of normalcy. After these past few weeks, it feels nice to just cook, even if it’s in a weird magical box. In a kitchen that appeared out of nowhere. Fully stocked with your groceries. Well, it’s the ‘most’ normal you’ve felt, and that’s what counts. 

You’re so lost in your own little world that you don’t even notice when two sleepy figures come bumbling into the room. 

“Whatcha makin’?” Amy’s voice makes you jump slightly and you turn to give her a look before explaining your dish. 

“Sounds yummy. Do we get to try some?” The Doctor moves to stand on your other side and you look at him incredulously. He’s acting as if you’re old friends. As if nothing happened. You’re almost angry. Almost. 

“Sure,” you say, focusing back on your work. Something about that boyish smile makes your anger melt away. 

You shoo them away to set the table as you finish cooking. It smells amazing. You taste a bite and moan in satisfaction. It’s perfect, if you don’t say so yourself. 

You bring it to the table and you all sit, not questioning the fact that the table is the perfect size and there are just enough chairs. The Doctor and Amy give a quick nod of thanks before you all dig in. You eat mostly in silence, aside from someone occasionally complimenting the food or asking to pass the salt.

Once you’ve all finished, you sit in a satisfied silence for a long while. It’s a cozy atmosphere. You can almost pretend you’ve just had a normal meal with friends. 

“So,” the Doctor says finally, breaking the silence and your illusion of normalcy, “I think it’s high time we had a talk,” 

You nod your head. As much as you were enjoying the moment, it’s time to get some answers. 

“Before you passed out,” the Doctor continues, “you said- you said something. Do you remember?” 

“Not really,” you admit. The memories are hazy at best. The only thing that’s clear in your mind is the pain you felt. 

The Doctor opens his mouth as if to say something else, before he seems to decide against it. He shakes his head softly and contemplates for a moment longer. You stay silent, waiting for him to find the right words. Clearly he has something important he wants to say. 

“The readings I took of you, that first day we met. They came up blank,” he says, regarding you with apprehension. 

“Blank? What does that even mean?”

“It means,” he says, standing from the table and beginning to pace around the kitchen, “they came up blank. They couldn’t detect anything from you, not even a life signature. It’s like you don’t exist,” 

You try to produce a response, but the words just won’t come. How are you even supposed to respond to something like that? Your mind races, trying to come up with a rational explanation. 

“Maybe it was just a malfunction?” you suggest, though you’re not entirely confident with your conclusion. 

“No, a malfunction would’ve looked different. You literally didn’t register at all. It was as if I was scanning a wall,” he stops to look at you, an unreadable expression on his face. 

“Okay… so, what now?” you say, trying to break the tension. 

“I don’t know,” he says, still regarding you with that intense and unreadable expression. You look away. 

“That’s a first,” Amy pipes up and you glance in her direction as she continues, “the Doctor, not knowing what to do. Well, technically not a first. The first was when we met you,” she turns to point at you, “You’re leaving him speechless. That’s hard to do,” 

A tense moment of silence passes between you. No one is quite sure what to say. You feel like her comment was meant as a compliment, but it only makes your stomach knot in worry. If he doesn’t have answers, who will? 

“I’d like to conduct a few tests, if that’s alright with you,” the Doctor says, looking to you for confirmation. 

“Sure, if it helps,” you agree, just wanting a solid answer to this problem. At this point, you’re willing to try just about anything, as long as it helps you figure out what’s going on. 

The Doctor looks as if he wants to say something else, but he’s uncertain. It’s starting to bother you. 

“What is it?” you say and he presses his lips into a thin line before heaving a deep sigh. 

“You said ‘bad wolf’ before you passed out,” his face is sorrowful with a hint of bittersweet as he speaks and the memories come rushing back to you. 

“I remember!” you shout suddenly, launching into the story.

“There was this girl. Short blonde hair, pretty brown eyes. She was smiling, but there was a storm coming that she didn’t see. I tried to warn her, but I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. I was stuck. She was going to be swallowed by the storm and there was nothing I could do but watch,” you feel tears start to well up at the memory. You try to swallow them, but it’s no use. Within moments, they’re pouring from your eyes as you recount what happened. 

“I tried, I really tried, but the storm came anyway,” you sniffle and wipe away the tears, “sorry, I don’t know why I’m getting so emotional,” 

When you look up, you see that a single tear has fallen down the Doctor’s cheek. You furrow your brows and subconsciously reach out to him. He takes your hand in his before speaking. 

“Her name was Rose,” his voice is shaky, and full of grief as he tells you about her. About their adventures. About her bravery. And about how he lost her. 

You listen attentively, hanging on every word he says. This woman was very important to him. You can sense that he loved her very much, and part of him still does. It breaks your heart to hear their story. 

When he’s finished, you find yourself pulling him into a hug. He seems surprised at first, but quickly melts into you. You pull away and look into his eyes. 

“I’m so sorry,” you say, wishing you could take away the pain. 

“Thank you,” he says, releasing you and wiping his own tears from his eyes. 

“Now!” his mood has suddenly shifted as he claps his hands together, “we’ve got work to do,” 

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THORST COLLAB: Bakugou - Starving till I tasted you

A/N: First: IF YOU’RE UNDER 18, BEGONE FROM MY BLOG SINCE I WRITE MATURE CONTENT!! This one has been sitting in my documents for almost 2 months now. This week inspiration finally struck me once again tho!

This fic is actually a Thorst Collab between my lovely friends & I on Discord. I’m the first one to post mine, so I can’t wait to see what the others will write!

Now.

STRAP ON YOUR SEATBELTS CAUSE THIS MOTHERF!@#$%CKER IS 4.2K+ WORDS LONG

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If someone told you a year ago that you would have enough money to pay off your student debt, buy your dream apartment, help out your family and friends, move abroad and drive in a ’67 Chevrolet Impala, you would’ve died laughing at the joke.

You told yourself it was stupid, buying that lottery ticket. But here you are; $100.000.000,- on your bank account. A young and now rich Omega in her prime. After making sure you had spend part of it wisely, you made sure to live the rest of your life on interest alone.

The first month had been nice. Decorating your new place, going out for dinner every day, getting a new wardrobe, spoiling yourself silly. You got new nesting materials, softer blankets and bigger pillows. It felt nice. Until it didn’t anymore. It started to feel pointless and empty. You felt like you were becoming one of those people that flaunt their money and that isn’t the type of Omega you are.

So here you are. Sitting in your peach colored dress and a numbered paddle in your hand. Tonight, you attend a charity auction. The charity was a rehabilitation program for criminals who want to get back on the right path.

The auction items aren’t exactly… items. They’re Pro Heroes. People could bid on having a date with some of the most desirable Pro Heroes, Alphas, Betas, Omegas, all of them. Even No. 1 hero Deku and No. 4 hero Red Riot are up for auction, both being Omegas.

One of the last dates are being auctioned and you realize you have been zoning out. Not having bid anything yet, you put up your paddle.

“Going once, going twice… SOLD TO NUMBER 917 FOR TONIGHT’S HIGHEST BID OF $300.000,-! A date with explosion pro hero Ground Zero!”

Oh lord. Yes! You got- wait… You got actually got it? You won a date with Pro Hero Ground Zero. Wasn’t he the one with the explosion quirk? Impressive power and always capturing the villains. What separates him from Deku is his social skills. Or lack thereof, to be more precise. Ground Zero isn’t really the type of hero to stick around the people he saved to see if they’re okay.

On top of all that he’s also an Alpha. Highly sought out by Omegas who want a pup, but not the Alpha. His genes are what people want, not the man himself. His personality also making it harder for people to approach him. And you just won a date with the most desired and aggressive Pro Hero Alpha there is.

“Oi!”

The voice behind you pulled you from your thoughts. The subtle scent of caramelized candy apples caught your attention. You turn around and find a handsome Alpha standing there. Arms crossed, cardinal red eyes watching you and his lips in an almost angry looking pout. This is the man you just bought yourself a date with.

“H-hi!” you manage to stammer out.

With a huff, he places a card on your table. You pick it up and see that it’s a business card from Ground Zero’s agency. At the bottom, writing in sleek handwriting, is a phone number. You look back up at him, ready to ask him why he gave this to you. But he’s already turning around and heading for the exit.

“Just contact me when you wanna plan that date things.”

And just like that, you had Ground Zero’s personal phone number.

 ~ A few days later ~

 You’re sitting at a small booth, sipping on your matcha latte. You were a half hour too early, so you decided it wouldn’t hurt to go ahead and order a drink before Bakugou would arrive. In his very first text he made it clear to call him ‘Bakugou’ and not by his hero name. He said that it would feel too much like an interview otherwise. In return you told him to just call you ‘Y/N’.

After some back and forth texting the last couple of days, you two agreed to meet up at a local coffee shop. Not a lot of people know about this shop. It’s small and the interior looks more like cozy living room than a flashy coffee shop. It was your favorite place to sit down and enjoy a cup of coffee, tea or like right now, matcha latte.

Neither of you had any set plans for the rest of the day. Just kind of going with the flow seemed like the way to go. This would give you the freedom to hopefully have a quiet ‘date’. But you can’t really know that for sure when the person you’re on a date with is a Pro Hero.

The sound of the bell above the front door rings. You look up and see him walk in. Sitting all the way in the back, you can’t even smell him scent. Weren’t Alpha’s supposed to have very strong scents? Maybe he’s on suppressants?

He scans the shop, probably looking for you. His eyes land on you. He walks over and sits across from you. He leans back against the chair and swings his right arm over the arm rest while the left one is resting on the table. His eyes trail down from your face to the drink in your hands.

“I see you couldn’t wait for me to arrive,” he gruffly says.

“Uh-uhm, yeah. Sorry, I was super early. I hope you don’t mind.”

The silence that spreads between you two makes your Omega feel uncomfortable. Something doesn’t feel right and you’re starting to think that the Alpha in front of you truly doesn’t want to do any of this. So, to make it a little more bearable for yourself, you pump out a small amount of calming pheromones. Just to take the edge of this meeting.

Bakugou keeps looking at you. Until he finally picks up the menu card and says: “It’s fine. It’s your day, after all.”

He was right, you figured. But you still wanted him to have a pleasant time today too.

And so the day continues. The conversation isn’t very lengthy or deep. You discuss basic things like work, hobbies, favorite food. After a while the conversation kind of dies down. You suggest you two head out and into town. The man in front of you doesn’t seem overly thrilled about it, but still agrees.

When you go up to the front to pay, you hear him quickly walking up to you. He pulls your arm back. Surprised, you let out a small sound of shock and look up at him. A confused look is on his face and he pulls his hand away from you.

“The heck are you trying to do?”

Confused, you say: “Uh, paying?”

“I see that, but why? Omegas don’t pay when they’re with Alphas.”

Wow. At first you didn’t know how to respond to this remark. True, Omegas usually aren’t the ones paying on dates. In the past an Alpha would go out and hunt for their Omega. Since the hunting days are over and many Omegas work nowadays, treating them on dates are a way to show the Omega they can provide for them.

“Well,” you say as you hand over the money to the Beta barista behind the counter and thank him, “I don’t know about other Omegas, but I’m perfectly capable of paying for drinks too. I can provide just as well as any Alpha.”

You two walk outside and turn left to head into town. You’ve been meaning to go to the bookstore and hopefully find some new reading material. Two birds, one stone, right?

“Tsk, should’ve known a rich Omega like you doesn’t like to be told what to do,” Bakugou mumbles to himself.

You stop in your tracks. What? Was that really what he thought of you? A rich and snobby Omega?

Realizing you’re not walking beside him anymore, Bakugou turns around. Your head is bowed in shame. Normally your scent smells like peaches and hazelnuts, but now it turns into that of rotten fruit. You feel called out. For winning the lottery, for treating this Alpha to some drinks, for basically buying yourself a date with someone who clearly wishes to be anywhere else but here.

Your voice shakes, but you gather all your courage. “I’ll admit I was given a lot more financial freedom recently. And yes, I don’t like being told what to do. I believe everyone should be treated equally, regardless of their second gender. But I have never in my life asked for something. I was taught to work hard, to help people and to help and reward the people that help you.”

You pick up your head and look him straight in the eyes, politely smile and say: “I’m sorry you had to do this. This isn’t really how you planned your day would go. You can go, if you want to.”

As you pass him, determent to still go to the bookstore, you feel a weight being lifted from your heart. It really is unfair to the Alpha to make him go on a date with someone he doesn’t like. Deep down inside your Omega whines sadly. She recognized a good and safe provider in the Alpha, one who isn’t driven by hormones to just get an Omega pregnant. One who isn’t controlled their Alpha status. Too bad his Alpha isn’t interested in the Omega.

“Fuck, crap- wait! Shit!”

The cursing Alpha quickly catches up to you. He stops in front of you, holding up his hands to halt you. “Okay, fuck-just… let me explain.”

You cross your arms at him and wait for him to continue.

“Okay, so… Listen, I’ve been a real dick to you. Not just today, but basically since that charity event when I gave you my card. It was wrong of me assume anything about you. Shit Y/N, you’ve been nothing but nice to me. You don’t mind carrying the cost of a date, you’re not flaunting it around town that you’re spending time with a Pro Hero, you put up with my shitty responses and that isn’t how you should be treated. Or anyone for that matter! You deserve a proper date. So just, maybe I can make it up to you?”

By the end of his apology, Bakugou practically gives you angry puppy eyes in an attempt to ask for forgiveness. He reminds you of an angry Pomeranian. Smiling, you tell him that you forgive him. This day is supposed to be a fun one.

“But! You’ll have to carry the books I’ll buy as a punishment. And just so you know, I always come out with two shopping bags,” you tell him.

Bakugou just grins. “Fine. They’ll probably weigh nothing for me.”

Something in the air changes. A little sniff of your nose helps you identify the change. The scent coming from the Alpha next to you is slightly peaked. You heard that when an Alpha is preening their scents get stronger. You hardly think that’s the reason. Maybe it’s just because he’s in better mood now. Whatever the reason, you find yourself agreeing with your Omega; it’s a very nice scent.

 ~ An hour and a half later ~

 “I’ve never met someone who spends over an hour inside a bookstore!”

“I told you when we came in that it could take a while,” you reply to Bakugou’s complaints.

“You do this with nesting stuff too? You know, blankets and shit,” he asks.

In both his hands, Bakugou is carrying a bag containing close to twenty books you can add to your bookcases back at home. Even underneath the sleeves of his hoodie you can see the muscles of his arms. He’s not as bulky as Pro Heroes Deku and Red Riot, but those muscles are pretty impressive. You bet your money that those thighs could squish a watermelon. You can practically feel the water filling your Omega’s mouth. She wants nothing more than to chomp down on those delicious shoulders. And honestly, you wouldn’t mind that either.

You remember you were asked a question. “I do. How else am I gonna know I made the right choice? All of those blankets and shit, as you put it, go in my nest. I’m at my best with a perfect nest.” A confident smile forms on your face and from the corner of your eye you can see Bakugou looking at you. A small smirk creeps up on his face.

While enjoying our little banter, you both failed to notice the Alpha towards the two of you. Until he opened his mouth. “I bet I can make your nest even better, little Omega.”

The other guy stops right in front of you, completely ignoring the Alpha next to you. You’re shocked and take a step back to create some distance between you again. But the guy doesn’t let up and steps closer again.

“No, now get lost,” you firmly say. This wasn’t the first Alpha-asshole you encountered.

“Awh, why the sour face, baby? Bet I’ll be more fun than the hedgehog here.”

“Oi, asshole! She said to get lost.” The smells of pheromones of two Alphas are dominating the air. The strongest one being the creepy guy, Bakugou’s not so much. You honestly confused on that point. With an Alpha as desirable as Bakugou, you truly expected a stronger scent.

You can’t help but release your own distressed scent. The tension is getting to you. Even other people noticed and are stopping to see how this plays out.

The creep briefly looks at Bakugou before returning his attention on you. “Come on, baby. Ditch this  guy and then you and I can have our fun. What do you say?”

He extends his hand to put it on our waist and before you know it, you slap his hand away and punch him in the face. He stumbles back while cupping his now bleeding nose. Screaming in pain and shouting names at you. He’s beyond pissed; punched by a fucking Omega!

The adrenaline is pumping through you and every instinct in your body is telling you to run. Hide. Find an Alpha to protect you. You’re frozen on the spot. Your mind shutting down.

That’s when you feel a hand tugging you away. Your Omega recognizes the person this scent belongs to. Caramel candy apples. Bakugou.

You don’t know where he’s taking you. Your mind still processing things. All you know is to follow. ‘Cause he’ll lead to safety. Alphas keep Omegas safe. Follow. Safety. Alpha.

By the time you get to take in your surroundings, you realize you’re in an office. An office? What are you doing here? You look around and see a wooden desk with a black leather chair. A small bookcase, a closet and a couch with coffee table. A puffy black rug is covering the wooden floor, complimenting the one black wall behind you. The other walls are a tinted orange color.

The scent hanging in this office is… comforting. Soothing. Safe. You’re safe in here.

You’re seated on the couch. Wrapped in something soft. A blanket. A big, fluffy and soft blanket. The scent is even stronger on the blanket. You slowly inhale, imprinting this delicious mix of sweetness. After a couple seconds you finally notice the man next to you. Bakugou grins as he sees your focus shifting to him.

“I take it the blanket is approved,” he jokes.

You slowly nod. This small little cocoon makes you feel less vulnerable. Just like the presence of Bakugou next to you. It feels right. “Where are we?”

“Oh yeah, fuck. We’re at my agency. This is my office.”

You’re confused. “Your office? Why? I’m sorry, I kind of… froze. Can you tell me what happened afterwards?”

The smile that spreads on his face makes you feel funny inside. “What happened?! Y/N, you punched that fucker right in his fucking face! Shithead had it coming, tho. You just beat me to it. Omega or not, you know how to fight.”

You two look at each other and burst out laughing as you think back to that glorious moment. The creep definitely didn’t see your punch coming. It feels good to know the man next to you thinks you’re a decent fighter. He seems to actually be enjoying your company. Maybe he’s one of those people that are careful with who they get comfortable with. It feels good to know he feels like he can relax a bit more around you now.

You jokingly nudge him and say: “I bet I can even take you on, you big grump.”

“Oh yeah?” His eyebrow is raised, grinning with his canines on display. “Prove it then.”

Knowing a challenge when you see one, you keep your eyes fixed on his cardinal ones and slowly lean in closer. Baring your neck to the side in submission to lure in his Alpha. Your Omega is very pleased by the motion. Just as he moves to lean in too, you throw the blanket in his face, grab his neck and shove him down on the ground. Stradling him and jabbing your elbow into his side, pressing your nails into the skin of his neck.

Smiling down at the man below you; “How’s that, Alpha?”

A short lived victory as he snarls and the two of you roll over, with Bakugou keeping you pinned underneath his weight. He may not look like it, but this man weighs a ton!

“If you’re trying to be a worthy opponent, why not call me by my first name? It’s ‘Katsuki’,” he breathes heavily atop of you.

Next to your ear you hear a low grumbling sound. Still seeing this as a playfight you laugh and reach back. Your fingers finding pressure points in his neck, making him let go of you. This gives you the chance to overpower him again and straddle him once more while holding his wrists above his head.

Victorious once again, you look down. Growling and teeth bared, the air around you growing thick. The smell surrounding you hits you like thunder. The caramelized candy apple scent overwhelming your senses. Your eyes travel down to his neck and see something you failed to notice before; gland patches. Patches to block someone’s scent from becoming too noticeable. That’s why the other Alpha smelled so much stronger. But now, now you’re drowning in it. You can pick up on rage, possessiveness and… arousal. As much as he’s growling and snarling at you, you know that he’s enjoying this too.

Chuckling at you, he cranes his neck. His face now closer to you than a moment ago. “I’m pretty sure I just got my ass handed by the most perfect Omega.” His words push through the alarm bells his instincts are sending off. His Alpha is not pleased about being pinned down. But as it takes in the Omega’s scent of peaches and hazelnuts, it can’t help but lie down and surrender itself to this tasty smelling Omega. An Omega that can fight back. An Omega that can hold him close. An Omega worthy of carrying his pups.

His Omega.

Before either can properly get out any words Bakugou has wrestled his hands free and grabs a hold of your hips while your hands pull his face closer and seal the distance between your lips. The taste of sugar coated apples is even stronger on his lips and you can’t get enough of it.

His fingers press deeply in your skin, kneading the flesh. His hips pushing upwards while holding you in place. The low rumbling sound in the back of his throat being accompanied by your mewling. You wanted more of him, your Omega needed more.

The Alpha makes his displeasure heard. You both part to breathe in fresh air. His lidded eyes are on fire and following every movement you make. Your hands slip down to his collarbones and settle on his shoulders. The path of your hands make Bakugou throw back his head. His body is pressing into yours desperately, like he has no control over it anymore. His growling increases in volume.

Through gritted teeth he manages to speak to you. “Fuck, Omega. What are you doing to me?”

Taking a leap of faith, you answer: “I don’t know. All I know right now is that I need capable Alpha to take care of me. Are you that Alpha, Katsuki?”

Before you can even blink, you’re being rolled over again. This time you’ll let him have his way. His hands are sliding their way up to your chest, grabbing the front of your shirt and tearing it apart. You try to protest, but you’re stopped by the warning growl of his Alpha. You lay back down and occupy yourself with running your fingers through his hair. Your gently massage making the Alpha let out a content sound.

Entranced by the man above you, you hardly even notice his onslaught on your clothes. And his own clothes. Getting those replaced will be a worry for later, your Omega decide. All you need to focus on right now is Katsuki. You want this Alpha to mate you and it needs to happen right now, or else your Omega just might perish on the spot.

That’s when you feel it. The hard and heavy feeling of his cock rutting itself against your core. Your body can’t help but react to it and release a good amount of slick. Katsuki’s mouth nipping along your collarbones as your bare you neck in submission. You feel his fangs graze your scent glands and you start to whimper desperately.

“Fuck, Y/N. Keep making those pretty noises,” Katsuki says.

“Yes, Alpha, yes. Just-ah shit! Just fuck me already!” you loudly exclaim.

Now who is Katsuki to deny such a nice plea from such a good Omega?

Wasting no time, he slides himself inside. The stretch making you cry out for more, deeper, more, anything he can give you. You just know you need more. Barely able to hold himself back from ramming himself inside and fucking you like you’re in a heat, he takes his time for your to fully take him in. A sigh of satisfaction leaves you both when he finally does.

Your legs wrap around his waist and try to pull him deeper in. Your fingers curl around his spikey locks and tug harshly to get him moving. Grunting, Katsuki finally complies. Being buried inside you sends him into over-drive. You feel too damn good around him. He feels too good inside you as he sets in a brutal rhythm. You’re pretty sure no other man could ever make you feel this good. No other Alpha could ever please your Omega ever again. Feeling his body slam into yours like his life depends on it is possibly the best feeling in the world. Your lungs are sending out a mix of his name, pleas for more, for him to go faster.

Katsuki can’t help it, he can’t stop himself anymore. He need to do this, he needs you, his Alpha needs to mate your Omega. Give her everything she wants and all that she’ll take. Only the best for his Omega, he will be worthy of giving her pups.

You can feel the base of his cock starting to inflate. His knot. His knot is growing. As soon as you notice, you start to claw at his back. A need filling you till the point you’re almost bursting.

“Alpha! Knot, please- Alpha, knot me- I need- Need your knot, Alpha!” you scream in desperation.

He wants to. Oh, he wants to so badly. But in the back of his mind there’s one braincell left that tells him that now is not the time nor the place. His Omega deserves better.

“You deserve better than to be knotted in my office, Y/N,” he moans, “please give me a chance to give you something better one day. I’ll be the best fucking Alpha there is!”

You love the sound of that. Something better. Somewhere in the future. A future with Katsuki. “Yes, Kastuki! Only you, you’re the only Alpha, please, I’m so cl-“

The moment he sinks his teeth into the flesh just above your collarbone, you’re send into a world of blinding lights and exploding fire. His name keeps falling from your lips. The waves of fire keep pulsing through your body.

The tight grip around him becomes too much for Katsuki. He needs to pull out or else he’ll knot you for sure. When he you keep chanting his name, he pulls out and covers you in thick, long, white streams of his cum. Covering you in his seed, marking you as his in an obscene, but beautiful way.

“Look at you, perfectly covered in my cum,” he pants.

You preen at the compliment. A content scent is released. The smell of a happily fucked Omega. Katsuki could get addicted to this smell.

With the shredded pieces of clothing he cleans you up. He pulls the blanket you discarded earlier over you both as he lies down next to you. Your tired and warm body cuddles closer to him. He drinks in your scent a you purr softly.

“What did you have the blanket for in your office?” you ask with a yawn.

Katsuki looks down at your half-asleep face. A smile forms on his lips as he gently kisses the top of your head.

“I kept it for my future mate.”

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Atsumu dating Kita's younger sister (their manager). That's it. That's the request. Hope you like this prompt 🤞😅

Dating your brothers teammate (Atsumu)

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Word count: 1.6K

Genre: angst, fluff

ATSUMU

You and Atsumu started dating a month after Kita introduced you in your first year

You’re now in your second year and still going strong

However, no ones knows about your relationship since Atsumu said you being the manager and him being the setter it will affect the team dynamic?

You start the day off, seeing a message from your boyfriend,

‘Tsumu: Mornning babe, can’t wait to see you today!

You don’t respond, you are Atsumu have been at odds for the past few weeks as you feel like you guys should make your relationship public. Not even public per se, but you definitely feel it shouldn’t be hidden away especially with it being nearly two years of you being together.

Of course, Atsumu disagreed. He felt like at this moment you and him revealing your relationship to the team will just mess up the ‘dynamics’ or whatever that’s supposed to mean.

You get ready for school eating the breakfast your grandma made you and conversing with her and Kita before you both headed off to school together meeting Aran on the way.

You had an early morning practice and you didn’t mind it. To be honest, you love being around the team you were all a little family, you having a good relationship with all the guys.

This morning, the guys were all practicing different sorts of skills Kita was helping some of the gives with dives and receives and the rest doing other things. You were helping Osamu, Suna and Atsumu with there serves. 

Regardless of your public or private relationship status with Atsumu, you the twins and Suna were all good friends. You did have a slight inclination that Osamu and Suna knew of the relationship with you and Suna but just didn’t bring it up.

At the end of practice, the usual fan club was there waiting for the twins and the other guys to flirt and talk with them. As you are their manager, you did get some slight hate and jealousy from the other girls in your year but you didn’t pay no mind to it. 

When leaving practice, Atsumu (who usually walks with you to your class) gets stopped by a girl who seems to have something important to say so you politely step to the side (still in ear shot though.) 

“Miya-san” she said a bit nervous as her finger were shaking “I have this letter I would like for you to read.” 

He took the letter and said “Thank you, and you can just call me Atsumu” he smile at her.

“Thank you Atsumu, I hope to hear a response to you soon” she says about to walk away “Also, just to clarify you are single right?”

“Yes yes of course” he assures quickly making you annoyed “Why did you ask?”

“I assumed you were dating your manager, you seem pretty close”

“Oh her” he laughs and you already start to walk to your lesson leaving him behind “we’re just friends”

This makes the girl smile as she leaves, Atsumu turns to where you were standing shocked that you were completely vanished. He did think back to the conversation you had a week ago about your relationship status which did make him kind of sad for you since he did understand your reasoning he just wanted to you atleast wait it out till nationals is done.

He finds you at lunch, and to him it seems you don’t have a problem with him at all as you were being your usual smiley self interacting with him and all of your friends. So he assumed everything was fine (which it wasn’t of course.)

The next day at practice, when it ended the same girl came back again this time with friends and instead of approaching Atsumu they decided to approach you.

“Hi you’re the manager right?” one of them asks.

“Yup I have been for the past couple years.” you say 

“Oh and you’re definitely not dating any of the guys on the team right?”

“I don’t see why it’s any of your business, but no i’m not.” it pained you to say this but you did agree with Atsumu to say you weren’t dating to people and as much as it pained you to say this you couldn’t break your ‘agreement.’

Once the girls leave, you start to softly cry because you don’t want to have to hide your relationship anymore. Atsumu enters the corridor and sees you upset and rushes towards you, “Hey babe what’s wrong with you?” he asks 

“Nothing ‘tsumu just go back to practice” you murmur 

“No i’m not going until you tell me whats wrong?”

“it’s just that girl that confessed to you yesterday and her friends approached me about if I was dating anyone and i-”

“what did you say, he told them no right?” he interrupts

“Is that all you care about? Wether I keep our relationship secret or not ..” you say slightly raising your voice 

“Well I would appreciate if you don’t go round telling the world that you’re dating me gosh Y/N” he shouts a bit 

“I’m not even fucking doing that, I havent told a soul and that’s all because of YOU” 

You’re screaming match has alerted the team (who you didn’t notice) and they all stood around you watching before Kita steps in “Y/N are you okay??”

“yeah i’m fine bro” you say preparing to leave with tears still in your eyes “I just got into an argument with a friend” 

Before you leave the corridor you look back at Atsumu and catch all the guys attention when you say “Also Atsumu, happy anniversay ‘babe’”

“I KNEW IT!” shouts Osamu but Suna nudges him telling him to ‘read the room.’ Kita slowly approaches Atsumu and punches him in the face “I don’t care what you did but you made my sister cry so you better go fix it you dick”

Atsumu nodded and clutched his face, “Also I think it was pretty evident that you guys were dating.”

“Wait they were dating?” said Aran

You were in your room, scrolling through old pictures of you and Atsumu and looking at the presents he was going to give him for your anniversary still crying. You hear a knock on your door “Granny, I’m not hungry right now” you shout. But the door opens anyways “Granny I said I wasn-” you pause when you see a bruised Atsumu ‘Kita’ you think making yourself smile at the thought of your brother coming to your defence.

“Y/N, i’m sorry baby for trying to hide our relationship and not seeing how wrong it was until it was knocked into me... literally” he says cautiously sitting on your bed “ I’ve always wanted to be able to show off to the world but I just couldn’t cause I thought Kita would be mad and I genuinely thought it would mess up the team dynamic, however I’d rather have Kita be mad at me and the team loosing nationals if it meant getting to date you”

His words make you swoon and to add on to your fawning he whips out a wrapped up box giving it to you. When you open it, you see it’s a necklace with both your initials on it “ Happy anniversay babe, this has been one of the best years of my life.”

You silently hand him your presents, murmuring a quiet “Happy anniversary.” After seeing your presents, he gives you a big deep hug whispering mutiple thank yous and compliments into your neck making you smile.

“So does this mean we’re in a public relationship? right?” you ask making sure you were on the same page.

“Of course!” he exclaims “Also check your phone”

You look down at your phone seeing a bunch of notifications all tagging you in one post that was from Atsumu on instagram. It was 8 pictures of him and you and a caption that read *insert long romantic sappy paragraph that I’m too lazy too write since its 3 am :3* 

Your heart was overwhelmed with love for Atsumu, you spent the rest of your night cuddling and watching movies and before you went to sleep you told him you loved him.

Waking up the next morning, you thought it was all a dream to be honest. Because there was no way that Atsumu did all that right? You go downstairs and are shocked at the sight you see, Atsumu and Kita both sitting down eating breakfast together “What are you doing with my boyfr-” you stop yourself from finishing that sentence,

“Its okay Y/N you can say boyfriend, I have given your boyfriend the talk I just had to make sure that he knows that if he was ever to lay a finger on you that he would definitely get a bi-”

“Ughh nii-chan you’re being so embarrasing” you say pulling Atsumu back upstairs hearing Kita’s laughter in the backround.

You and Atsumu, stay together and it wasn’t much of a suprise when your relationship was public to the rest of the school and that girl that wanted Atsumu she ended up with Osamu anyways (it does makes sense since they do have the same face afterall.) Kita enjoys his days embarassing the both of you whenever you’re at your house. But you don’t care since you can finally show off to the world how great your boyfriend is.

Authors Notes: I don’t know if you wanted it to have angst in it but I hope you enjoy? Might make this a series so if you want anymore characters Request them and I’ll write for them too