#Uhh something something someone is holding your hand trying to pull you out but none of it matters in the end

[blissfali]

THEY DID NOT MAKE SKY ZONE FOR THE FAT PEOPLE

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Ocean Blue Eyes // 2

Pairing: Percy Jackson x Reader

Warning: none

Part 1 Part 2

MASTERLIST

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From afar Percy could easily make out the silhouette of the girl who unknowingly stole his heart. He couldn't take his eyes off of her as she sat on a log staring out into the horizon.

The cool breeze caressed her skin sending a shiver up her spine. Y/N regretted leaving her zip-up jacket in her cabin but she didn't initially plan to sit here this long. However, when the sun began to set she couldn't leave without taking in the beauty of the sky. Hues of yellow and gold painted the sky as the sun slowly said goodbye to Camp Half-Blood.

It's been a few days since her and Percy shared a moment together a couple feet away from where she currently sat. She vividly remembers the way he stared at her, his touch, the way his soft lips felt against hers.

Percy has been trying to find a way to talk to Y/N. He wasn't sure if he had made the right choice kissing his friend or if he blew his shot entirely. He saw her shiver once more and removed his grey hoodie before making his way over to her.

Y/N jumped slightly at the feeling of something being draped over her shoulders. She didn't have to guess whose jacket now laid on her shoulders as the familiar and comforting scent of her friend filled her nostrils.

"Hey you."

"Hey stranger."

Percy joined her on the log and for a moment they didn't say a word, they just sat in each other’s presence, both trying to figure out how to approach the elephant in the room.

"So uh-"

"I'm so-"

The pair giggled at their attempt at sparking a conversation. The blue eyed demigod gestured for her to go first.

"Ladies first." He said.

"Well...uhh..how have you been?"

"Seriously?" Percy quirked an eyebrow at her with a smirk on his face making Y/N’s cheeks heat up. Y/N nodded her head causing Percy to laugh.

"Fine. For the past couple days I've been trying to figure out if I may have eternally screwed up our friendship and I might have since you've avoided me since then."

"I wasn't avoiding you." Y/N immediately got defensive but Percy proceeded to list out the many occasions she avoided him.

"Oh really? You haven't jogged past my cabin since then like you normally would, you've changed your route. I tried to have lunch with you yesterday but you took off when you saw me heading towards you. You also ditched training with me to train with Clarisse."

Truth be told he was hurt. Hurt by the fact that she chose to avoid him at all costs. Y/N turned to face him and he did the same, their knees now touched each other.

"I only kept my distance because I didn't know how this conversation would go. I wasn't ready to hear you say that you made a mistake by kissing me and that we should remain friends, isn't that what you're going to say?" Although she didn’t show it, she was anxious. She didn't know what words were going to come out of his mouth but she was betting on him regretting the kiss.

"For someone so smart, you're so clueless sometimes." Percy's lips turned up into a smile, watching as confusion etched its way onto her face.

"What?"

Without giving her a chance to think about what's happening, Percy cupped both her cheeks with his hands and pulled her in for a kiss. Y/N didn't hesitate to kiss him back as she gently held onto his forearm.

This kiss was much more intense compared to the last one as they both tried to pour all their emotions into it. Somewhere along the line they both remembered they needed air and slowly broke the kiss. Percy pressed his forehead against hers and interlaced their fingers together.

"Did that say I want us to be just friends?"

"No, not at all."

Percy kissed the top of her head as she snuggled closed into him. He didn't know where this would take them but he knew for sure that he would do anything for the girl in his arms.

As for Y/N, she too didn't know what the future holds but she was certain that they'd face whatever comes their way together.

[tsukimara]

Hi,

I have a request:

Crona x fem!reader

Reader helps Crona with their homework.

જ⁀➴ Homework help

✰ Pairing: Crona x fem!reader

✰ Summary: Fem!reader helps Crona with their homework!

✰ Warning: None

✰ Thank you very much for request! I hope it's not too short.

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• Homework? Help?

• Crona will definitely need help with their homework, but they are too shy to ask others for help and they don't want to add more work to Maka.

• What about you? But then you'll have to help them and then do your own homework as well.

• Fortunately, you noticed that your dear partner was having a little problem (They kept whispering they don't know what to do) so you asked them if they needed help with their homework.

• Crona will be overjoyed when you offer to help them, but they'll keep asking if it's okay (they want to be sure).

• So after school you invite them to your house.

• With your help, Crona will be able to complete his homework faster without any problems.

• Well, unless Ragnarok decides to interrupt you at this point, which is very likely but all you have to do is bribe him with sweets (Then he will calm down more).

• And as a reward, you will kiss him on the cheek, which will make him look red and nervous, but he won't complain (He even smiles a little!)

• I think that at the end of the day, when Crona is getting ready to leave, he will kiss you on the cheek as well

• After this whole situation, they will hide their face in the pillow mumbling how they will show themselves to you tomorrow after that kiss (Someone stop Ragnarok from making fun of Crona).

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You sighed when your teacher gave you homework again, you could tell by the content that it wasn't going to be easy. When you were about to pack your books, you heard your beloved partner start whispering something to themselves, at the same time, they were slightly tugging their hair. It seemed like they were having trouble understanding their homework but were too shy to ask for help.

"Do you need help with your homework?" I put my hand on their shoulder to stop them from pulling their hair.

"...But you still have to do your homework-" "It's okay Crona. I'll help you and do my at the same time." They thought for a moment but then smiled slightly and nodded in agreement so after class you invited them to your place.

Once you were at your house, you offered them something to drink and then you started doing your homework.

"At the beginning, you need to read it to understand the task, then it will be easier for us." While you were trying to explain the task to them, suddenly Ragnarok came out and started stretching Crona's cheeks.

"Here." You gave Ragnarok a package of candies to finally calm him down and leave Crona alone. Surprisingly, you finished the task faster than you thought without any problems.

"Great job Crona!" You noticed how nervously they looked to the side and started playing with their sleeves.

"Without your help, I definitely wouldn't have made it-" They didn't even have time to finish their sentence before you kissed them on the cheek.

"And here's the reward!" You covered your mouth with your hand to stop yourself from laughing as Crona tried to say something but kept tripping over their own words. Ragnarok didn't even hold back and started laughing at them.

As you walked them to your door, Crona suddenly stopped and quickly pecked you on the cheek. To say you were surprised was an understatement, you stood in the middle of the room like a pole.

"Uhh... I'm sorry!!" Crona exclaimed realizing what they had just done and quickly ran out of your house. You just put your hand to your cheek and smiled.

At the same night, Crona was mumbling in their pillow about how they would show up tomorrow after what they did.

"You idiot, stop feeling sorry for yourself and pull yourself together!" Ragnarok took the other pillow and started hitting them with the pillow (Don't worry, Crona is fine).

➥ Soul Eater Masterlist ➥ Masterlist

➥ Rules request

[writeyouin]

Can i request reader and mtmte skids spending time together at swerves, with the conversation going to bad pick up lines. Skids takes it as a challenge and what starts off as cheesy pick up lines devolves into smooth come ons that has Reader flushing like mad and badly keeping their composure as Skids tries to figure out what makes them tick. Thanks!!!

Skids X Reader - Pick Me Up and Take Me Home

A/N – So, I wrote this twice because the first copy accidentally got deleted today. Oh well, I’m happy with it.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

“Grab your coat, you’ve pulled.”

You looked at the mech addressing you to see if he was telling a joke. One minute, you were sitting peacefully on a barstool at Swerve’s, reading your book (a universal sign of not wanting to be disturbed) then there was this mech, telling you you’d pulled, in a lame attempt to ‘pull’ you himself.

What was his name? Roller? Gearhead? Something else entirely? Honestly, you had no idea. He wasn’t one of your friends aboard the Lost Light. Probably just another mech too curious about sex with a human for all the wrong reasons. It wasn’t that you wouldn’t be intimate with a bot, but to borrow a worn-out phrase, they could at least buy you dinner first.

“No thanks,” You said coolly.

“Sorry, what?”

You sighed and closed your book, swivelling your seat so as to face the offending bot.

“No thank you,” You enunciated the words slowly and loudly.

“But- But Getaway said that would work,” The unnameable bot wheedled. “Was it the pick-up line itself?”

“Honestly, it was a myriad of things,” You replied, irked that you were forced to continue such an inane conversation. “But for the sake of your ego, sure, let’s say it was just the pick-up line. If you knew anything about me, you’d know that that is one of the lines I hate the most. There’s no witty wordplay, it’s grossly presumptuous, and really, it’s just dull, overused, and lazy.”

“Oh…”

“But hey, that’s just my opinion. So, why don’t you go and try it on someone else. Go on, off you pop,” You said nodding your head towards the exit.

The bot lamely left, not even bothering to walk; he used the wheels on his pedes to roll away sadly. You still didn’t know what he was called, but with a depressing exit like that, you decided to nickname him Mopey Joe in lieu of anything better.

Now that you were free, you swivelled your chair back to the bar. You were about to re-open your book, when a voice to your left said, “Were you on Star Trek because someone set their phaser to stunning.”

You glanced at the bot who sat on the corner stool. He had been there all night, reading something on his data pad. You knew his name, even though you had scarcely spoken to him before.

Skids.

He was memorable.

You had seen him around the ship multiple times, always doing something different. He seemed to hold the belief that any skill was worth learning.

“Really? You too?” You asked sardonically, your hand on your cheek. “This another one of your skills, or are you just trying to beat the last guy?”

“Just having some fun is all, unless you’re not up for it,” Skids grinned, an unspoken challenge in his tone.

“I’m up for it if you are,” You perked up, glad to poke fun at the failed flirtation.

“Good, because it’s your turn.”

“If I could rearrange the alphabet-”

“I’d put you and I together,” He finished for you. “A little overused, isn’t it?”

“Just a warm-up,” You said tartly.

“Okay,” Skids stroked his chin, his processor filled to the brim with things he could say. He wanted to win. There was no prize, but life was a game, and he, its champion player. “What’s your favourite number?”

You raised an eyebrow, to which he inclined his head as if suggesting you play along.

“All right, I’ll bite, uh… 42.”

“42? That’s alright, I suppose. My favourite number is yours.”

“Smooth, if the other participant is playing,” You conceded. “Uhh… Okay, I got one. I’ve heard of Optimus Prime, but you hottie, are Optimus Fine.”

“Ooh, your tone really helped carry that one. Suggestive, but not too much, a nice flirty edge. That was good, and well catered to Cybertronians. Impressive.”

And so the game went on. Occasionally one of you would pause to order the other a drink or to ask a general question about each other’s lives.

You learned that Skids was a theoretician, who tended to daydream.

“Was that an electric shock? Nope, just the thrum of my spark when I saw you.”

He, in turn, learned that you enjoyed comic books, films with practical effects, and weren’t sure what job you wanted on the ship; only that you desperately wanted to find some area to work in.

“I didn’t believe in God, but there must be one if someone as stunning as you exists.”

He loved Earth music and had developed a collection since being stationed there years ago.

“Are you secretly a Decepticon? Because you have conned me into loving you.”

He found that you were actually at Swerve’s trying to learn how to adapt to social situations since you usually felt too awkward to enter public spaces.

“I should take up weightlifting. It’ll give me the strength to pick up hot mechs such as yourself.”

He grinned at that. You learned that you adored that smile… and the mech it was on. You memorised it, and the way it lit up his optics.

“Nice legs, what time do they open?”

You sputtered a laugh. He learned that he loved the sound of your laughter like liquid happiness tickling his audials. He recorded the sound.

Finally, Skids looked around, finding that Swerve was grabbing his mop bucket, the subtle sign to any remainers that he was going to shut the bar within the next few kliks.

“Huh, guess we should be going,” Skids noted.

“Yeah…” You murmured, eyes downcast at the thought of parting from Skids, “I suppose we should.”

“Oh, just one more line first, I think I have a winner,” Skids grinned mischievously.

“Yeah? Go on then,” You settled yourself back atop your seat, awaiting the next line to make you chortle.

Skids got down on one knee. Your breath caught in your throat as he leaned close to whisper, his lips gently grazing your earlobe, “What’s bright red and something I like sleeping with?”

“… I- What?” You asked.

He pulled lightly back, then kissed you, just staying long enough to feel you get closer before he pulled back, leaving you longing for more.

“You.”

You reached up to cover your burning cheeks.

“I- I have to go,” You stammered, stumbling off your stool.

Skids smiled as he watched you leave. He was going to call you tomorrow, then every day after that, and never once would he resort to ‘Grab your coat, you’ve pulled.’ You deserved more, and he was happy to provide you with witty wordplay, humour, and romance to boot.

Once more before leaving, he played back the sound of your laughter. Primus, you fascinated him. He planned to do everything he could to find out what made you tick.

[noowayybroo]

Bite Shift (Part 1) (ignore my bad names)

Characters: GN!Vampire!Reader, Corrupt Cop!Leon Kennedy

Warnings: Blood, Mentions of Assault + Violence, GN!Vampire!Reader, Corrupt Cop!Leon Kennedy. Mentions of / attempted non-con, biting n vampires n stuff (NSFW for violence's sake), Reader is AGAIN GN for purpose of inclusivity! None of the reader's age, job title, gender or appearances described also.

This fic is not for the faint of heart holy flip and Leon WILL get hurt in it. Leon is entirely inspired by @lipglossanon's Corrupt Cop Leon character and Character.ai Bot which are amazing n you should go look NOW!

FORGET THIS POST, JUST LEAVE!

In this fic, Our dirty little evil Leon will offer the reader a ride home (Out of the blackness in his heart), but instead of returning the Reader home, will attempt to have his way with them. Little does Leon know, the reader is a frickin' vampire, and absolutely makes him pay. I'm not a huge fan of Leon being anything but sweet, but here we get to make him pay!!! So rejoice!

I'm keeping this short as hell cuz I don't love the idea and I don't know what to do or how to take it seriously... Sorry!

It's 7:16pm (Oddly specific, I know) and you're making your way home along a main road by foot. It's been a busy day and everyone's seemed to have had some sort of issue, either with you or for you to resolve. You do love your job, you do, but waiting for it to get dark enough for you to head home without feeling uncomfortable under the sun's rays often gets... mundane.

The rain is pouring down through closely-knitted dark clouds, splattering heavily onto the road and pavement around you. This morning, much to your displeasure, the sky was bright and blue, not a speck of white nor grey against it. That leaves you, now, entirely unprepared. You hurry along the fairly busy road, holding the collar of your coat up firmly, trying to pull it to a close above your head with both hands. Otherwise, your mind is pleasantly empty, despite being preoccupied with your minor inconvenience.

The rhythm at which cars pass you on your 25 minute-or-so walk is comforting, and you often find yourself keeping tally of the quantities of each make you can see, or how many pass you, travelling in the same direction as you or otherwise. The drivers of each bicycle, motorcycle, car and lorry are fairly well-mannered, and whilst it has happened to you in the past, nobody's splashed you today... yet.

Admittedly, it'd have been nice to have brought an umbrella with you, for the sake of your own appearance and dignity. Overall though, it felt quite good to let yourself get swept up in the winds and drenched in the downpour after such an uneventful, samey day. You're around 10 minutes' walk from your home when you hear a car slow beside you. You worry for a second - perhaps it was someone looking for directions? Perhaps it was a mugging? (though it'd never happened to you, there was always the possibility.) Whatever it was, there were no turnings nearby, so it was certainly odd enough to notice by sound alone.

You turn on your heels and, depending on how you look at it, see something worse: A police car.

It looks brand new, as do the glittering blue eyes in the driver's seat, beaming back at you as his window rolls down. Inside the car seems to be a lone officer, pulled up quite close to the side of the road to let other traffic pass as he greets you. His long, silver hair is tousled across his face, lazily swept to the side of his young, seemingly innocent features. You wonder how he can focus on the road or on his work, having to flick or brush his mane from his view every few seconds, as he does before speaking:

"Heyy... I uhh.. I couldn't help but notice you walking alone in this rain, are you- do you need a lift? I can get the heaters on and we can warm you right up-", his voice is hesitant but determined, almost as though he's already decided on the outcome of this encounter. It strikes you as odd, to see a police officer patrolling these quiet roads at 7pm, but you don't mind him too much if he's keeping people safe. You stop, courteously, to hear him out and offer him a response.

"I'm alright, thanks. Just- uh... not long to go now!" You chirp reassuringly as rain dribbles down your face. You continue to walk, eager to get back home into the warm; into the dry. Whilst it may have been a little risky to be out here on your own, no attacker could be prepared for the means which you had to defend yourself, nor were you too weak to continue your walk, of which you'd already completed about 15 minutes.

The man seems taken aback somewhat, as if he'd entirely expected you to leap into his car, into his open arms, and allow him to take you wherever he'd pleased. His excitable eyes almost cutely rest on your figure, as your soggy clothes hug tightly to and weigh down on them, before he snaps himself out of his trance and gets back to pressing matters. Or rather, back to pressing you.

The low hum of his engine can be heard, as Leon begins to slowly roll alongside you, following you. His car is very close to you, probably to stay out of the way of the traffic in his lane, but it makes you feel slightly caged.

"It's absolutely pouring down, and you look like you're freezing", he persists, giving you another syrupy sweet smile. His voice has this eager edge to it; he really wants you to get in the car. You begin to have your suspicions about why he's so desperate. For a while you are silent as you keep walking alongside his car, thinking to yourself for a while about just how pure his intentions are, and what you might do about it if they're not. Meanwhile, Leon seems to be awaiting an answer. Of course, you don't yet know his name, which is suspicious, too, isn't it?

"Honestly, I don't want to trouble you sir.", you say, forcing a polite smile, although your slightly fearful and more so annoyed emotion shows in your raised brows and the twitch in the corner of your lips. "It's just about 5 minutes' down", you motion ahead vaguely.

Just when you think you've shook him, the officer's eyes light up - he's had an idea. You and Leon hadn't gotten off on the right foot, to say the least, and so you could only dread what his incessant mind had concocted. Meanwhile, you avoid eye contact, and continue to walk, picking up the pace slightly.

"Really?? I live that way too! I've just gotten off work, you see, and...", hm, sounds innocent enough, you think. "I'd hate for something to happen to you.", you hear him say, trailing behind you a little now as he leans from his window. Yep... There it was.

Whilst his voice is chirpy and innocent, his words certainly are not. They're laced with some kind of dark intention, or at least thoughts of such, and you find yourself wondering just what this man was up to. Seeing you being clearly quite taken-aback, Leon quickly spots his mistake and attempts to make amends: "I-I mean, I'm new on this job, right?? But the horrors- the things I've seen... There's... There's horrible people out there." He looks around, enacting scanning your surroundings for said 'horrible people', further trying to sell you his lie through his shaky voice.

All you can think of really is how easily someone else might've fallen for this, or been coerced into following the cop's orders. Here's where you become curious now: What exactly is he planning? Furthermore, how many people has he done this to? Were you his first? In truth, that would be very, very unfortunate for him. Would you be able to feed-

Your thoughts are abruptly halted has his car swerves in front of you, cutting you off as he stares at you through that window still. He's barely been able to take his eyes off of you. He's been studying you, examining you, he's trying to calculate how and when to pounce. His car has cut off your walk-way pretty definitely. If you want to get around him, it'll take about a minute of trudging up a grassy bank, or coming face to face with a relentless stream of cars. Knowing this, Leon looks victorious, he seems to think he's won.

What was his prize, though? At this point, you were quite disgusted by the man before you. Sure, he was cute, perhaps hot if you milked your imagination hard enough, but he was pressuring you, and perhaps others, and his intentions just seemed... off.

People who can't take 'no' for an answer...

Yucky...

You weren't sure if you were really planning to feed on him tonight, or if it was your curiosity and the slight burning rage growing within you, but you decided to hop on board. Slowly, reluctantly, you go to open Leon's front passenger door, leaving him gleefully grinning. You can almost read the "I did it, I actually did it!" on the front page of his mind. ...This as well as other thoughts he might be having as his eyes remain trained on you and your body as you climb in and remove your coat, leaving it on the floor before buckling up which earns you a giggle from him.

"It's alright, No worries about the coat" Leon smiles honestly, turning on his heating as promised to warm you up as he begins to drive again. He wears a warm smile as he continues down the road, giddy, like a child who's just stolen candy and gotten away with it. Behind that smile, there's something a little more black and calculating. He seems sly, proud of himself and disingenuous.

You look away, attempting to give him the silent treatment for the most part, signalling towards your clear discomfort. Even then, when you do steal glances at your 50/50 hero or captor, you avoid eye contact. As you sit there, arms folded, gazing out of your rain-besieged window, Leon attempts to make small-talk, including telling you his name: 'Officer Leon Kennedy', as he seemingly feels more confident now.

You do not wonder why.

Leon tells you he's going to continue down the road, and asks you to let him know if he needs to make a turning or pull over to get to yours. Once you've nodded in agreement, he asks you about your personal life, what job you work, whether you're studying, if you live with anyone, and how long you've lived in the area, for some examples. A lot of information for the short ride, but a lot of time's left for him due to the short, curt nature of your answers. You address him with a polite smile each time though and it works, he doesn't seem to mind.

He seems nice enough, you think as you watch your apartment approach over the horizon gradually. You prepare to let him know to stop.

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Guess who just discovered the small text feature!! This guy!

I've noticed also a lot of RE fics are written in American English, with American English phrases! I'm not sure if you've figured, but I tend to have a more Bri'sh approach! I hope this is ok! <3

Many thanks again for reading my nonsense! Ily! I decided to separate this in parts cuz I'm boutta go sleep and if any of you guys read this and like it maybe I can get a gauge if I should actually continue or not or how I should go about doing that

My plan ultimately for the next part is as follows:

-Reader tells Leon their stop is soon

-Leon says nothing n ignores Reader

-Leon drives reader to sussy quiet place

-Leon attempts to have way with Reader

-Reader absolutely does not take that for an answer

-Someone's neck gets nommed and let me tell you he won't be a happy boy

If you like this fic, PLEASE go and look at @lipglossanon Like 100% inspired by them + really good place to go if you like Leon trust me <3

[unadulterated-syd]

james potter x reader !

req - 🌙 dancing in the moonlight 🌙 james - always been you by jessie murph

warnings — none

watching from afar was no longer new, it wasn't like you were incapable of speaking to him, or laughing and cracking jokes— james was your friend after all.

but sometimes, admiration was a breath of fresh air. watching him cheer after winning a bet against sirius, it didn't matter how stupid the bet was. it didn't matter if you had no clue what the appeal was.

because all you cared for was the idea that james was happy, and he looked like a polaroid doing so. if you could snap his smile everytime you saw it, you would, but for now memory had to suffice.

you had never been the type to sit behind and wait for anyone— never the type to let anyone get to your heart, especially if you weren't sure they reciprocated your feelings.

james was different though, he always had been. a year sat alone, waiting for him, would have always been better than a an eternity having never known him.

he was the sun in the sky, and you the earth who orbited him just the same as others. an earth without a moon, to keep it from letting the tides wash over.

you could've sworn he took the breath from your lungs with even a glance your way, but worst of all you weren't angry about it. it had always been him.

maybe 5 years ago when you'd met him, maybe 3 years ago when he'd asked you to a gryffindor party, maybe a year ago when he listened to your worries, or maybe it'd always been him. maybe must've lost it's meaning if so.

"y/n, earth to y/n !" mary called, her hand running infront of your eyes, attempting to get your attention back to them. "you're drooling again."

"merlin, i am not, i'm back in the atmosphere, what's up."

mary gave you a smile, a knowing look washing over all the girls faces, and peter's, who'd happened to be sitting with you all. he was just as confused by sirius and james, even wrangling remus over at some point.

"we were talking about this weekend, but you seemed to have something more important to talk about.." lily gave you a wide smile, obviously holding back a million excited screams.

all of the marauders had been aimlessly waiting for you to find someone, even james himself had tried to play cupid before.

"i am not talking about anything." you said sternly, glancing back at james and sirius— both now looking in the groups direction due to the sudden excitement.

"oh god, you alerted them." the group exchanged glances, before groaning at sirius and james' enterance back into the conversation, saving you from dishing out details.

—

by the time the week ended, and the parties sprouted up left and right, you had forgotten that weeks call out. not that the others hadn't, but you'd all been far to busy to congregate.

your last class had just let out, a simple essay being your homework for the weekend— something you could easily do between parties. your daydreams of the weekend were shortlived, when james jogged to catch up to you.

"hey." you hummed, looking in his direction, grasping your bags strap tighter. "someones in a rush, what's up."

"party plans." he said, giving you a grin, "changed to tomorrow,, i forgot why. they told me i swear—"

you laughed at his forgetfulness, giving him a grateful smile, "thanks for the information, potter, got anything else for me?"

"well,, i was going to ask if you wanted to do our essays together." he hummed, waving the parchment you'd both been instructed to fill. "i'm a great studier."

"oh, i'm sure." you grinned, shaking your head, "yeah, when?"

"uhh, are you good now?"

"alright."

—

settling into a quite corner of the library, you sighed, prepared for a long couple of hours trying to focus on anything besides james.

however, today he seemed off, fidgetting around more than he usually would— staring more at his empty parchment than spitting bad jokes.

sitting up straighter in your chair, you pulled your pencil tip from the paper, eyes trained on the boy across from you.

"james?" he shot up at the sound of your voice, "is.. everything alright?"

"uhh,, yeah— uhm.. i was, i mean i have, had? do?"

"spit it out, james."

"can i ask you out."

"what?"

"forget it, that was weird! pals, friends, mates, nothing different." he pushed his hands together, close to a silent clap, as if convincing himself.

"ask out? as in— dating? like.. not pals, friends, mates."

he didn't answer, almost as if he was ashamed of asking in the beginning. but, you could see the answer in his manneurisms.

"yes, you can. i'd actually like that a lot."

"really !" he exclaimed, eyes training on you instantly, "whew, i was really nervous, sirius and i had this bet that you had this thing for lily not me, but i totally wanted to ask you out—"

"james, it's always been you." you assured, placing your hands on his.

req by @loving-and-dreaming

james potter tag list — @loser-fics , @innerloverpainter , @nyxxxxxxxx , @nutellani , @angry-little-frog

marauders tag list — @withastrangerheart

[dreamychuu]

hi chuu! as a fellow shinobuP may i req Shinobu with shy s/o? any scenario works! pls take ur time and have an amazing day!

A/n : ah chu is so happy to found fellow shinobu enjoyer~~ and thank you so much for requesting hope you enjoy it~!

I havent proofread this and i write this while being sleepy so im sorry for spelling mistakes

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✦ - shy or say hi?

╰┈➤ - warning/info : kind of awkward but overrall none

✿ - Your morning begins by going back and forth around yumenosaki without direction while your eyes goes around looking for a certain boy with a dull purple hair and a two yellow streaks on his bangs.

And the certain boy is none of other than your beloved significant other shinobu sengoku.

shinobu is an energetic person especially when it comes to his ninja training, and it seems he forgot about his promise this morning to met you.

back to your situation, your footsteps are getting louder as you start to run. and after a while searching for him you suddenly hear someone laughing from the fountain.

You slowly walked over to the fountain to see the person you've been looking for, but unfortunately he's not the only one there.

"Cause we are a hero! Were ryusetai!", the brown upperclassman said proudly, shinobu nodded as Kanata who was sitting at the fountain just chuckled.

Kanata feel someone presence other than chiaki and shinobu and decide to turn his head to the direction behind shinobu.

He saw you stood behind shinobu in silent he then greet you with a "oh hello [name]", making shinobu and chiaki look in the direction that Kanata was looking at.

Shinobu who didnt expect you to be behind him jumped in surprise. but he's still the shinobu you know so after that he immediately apologized to you.

You want to say that its okay but you're to shy to said it.. especially when there are two upperclassmen who are looking at the two of you right now.

you just stare at him making blush apper at his face as he try to find out why you are here .. are you lost? did something happen that's why you're here? what's happend?

Seeing your significant other thinking and trying to find out about it, you decide to pulled him closer to you and brought your face closer to his ear.

The blush on his face start to get redder because of your actions but he still tries so hard to keep his composure.

You then reminded him of the promise he made to met you this morning, after hearing that he panicked and immediately apologized to you again but now he was kneeling in front of you.

You can hear a small laugh coming from the two upperclassman who have been staring at the both of you.

You who are even more embarrassed immediately pull shinobu up from there and run away from the fountain.

shinobu shocked by you who suddenly pulling him and just stare at you. But finally you stop at the back of the school.

he was immediately exposed to the ground as you were steadying your breath. After that you fell down and sat on the ground as shinobu start to crawl towards you.

You didnt look at him , making him confused thinking you're mad.

"are you mad..?" , he ask. You then reply with a "no, I'm just.. you know.."

he already knows without you even finishing your words.

His hands moved to your side as he pushed you closer to him. your head touches his face as his hand holding your arm. "Uhh.. I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that especially when i know you're a shy person.."

You, who are still panicking because how close his face is decided to just stay silent and grab his uniform tightly, indicating that it's okay.

he jumped up and pulled you up. the two of you facing each other with your hands clasped as the boundary in the between.

realizing the current position made him remember his friend's words that this kind of moment was a good time to kiss! , he doesnt know much about being a romantic so he decided to follow his friend's advice.

he then slowly move his face closer to you while shaking of nervousness , his action make you froze and look directly into his yellow eyes.

a little more.. a little more , he thoughts. As finally when his lips poke your lips a bit he start to regrets his action and immediately pulls away from you.

he bow down and said goodbye before running as fast as he could from you leaving your shocked self there.

You move two fingers to your lips as you smiled followed by the warm feeling surronding your cheeks.

Maybe you can hangout next time...

[spookyspecterino]

I'm With You Till the End

Eddie Munson x !Fem Reader

Warnings: 18+NSFW/MDNI

SMUT (P in V, Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Blowjob), Language, Some angst and arguing (happy ending (very happy ending lol)), Small mentions of blood.

Word Count: 6.8K

When Eddie's trailer shows up on the morning news and cops come to your door asking if you've seen him, you panic and go looking for him.

A/N: Someone needs to tell my brain that it's ok to just write a smut piece, there doesn't need to be a entire crafted storyline to it, JFC.

The spokes of your bike made an awful scraping noise as you let them hit the pavement in your speedy dismount; you hardly noticed, focused entirely on the mission at hand. Running over to the open garage where three teenage boys were rehearsing metal songs, you waved your hands to get their attention through all the noise. You had known their faces once, they were familiar, but you had forgotten their names some time ago.

One boy, playing a guitar, looked up and a flurry of emotions flickered across his face. Confusion, which was replaced by a look of recognition—changed to surprise, and then settled back into confusion again; all of it happening within a few moments as you closed the distance, standing just at the edge to their garage.

Shoving your hands into the pockets of your light jacket, you gave them a tight-lipped smile and tried not to fidget as all three sets of eyes turned to you, “Hey fellas, have you seen Eddie around?”

The boy on the drums, his name might have been Gareth, frowned, “Uhh, aren’t you what’s-her-face?” he looked to the third boy on his right who held a guitar, “The one that—”

Gareth was interrupted by the boy who first saw you coming, if you had to take a guess his name was Jeff, “—What he meant to say, was no.”

Chewing your lip, you asked, “Ok, when’s the last time you saw him?”

Jeff shrugged, thinking back, “I’d say…last night at Hellfire Club.”

Your brows furrowed together as you mentally cursed, you gave Jeff a nod. “Alright, thanks.”

Gareth, from his spot on the drums, stared you down with an odd look. “Why are you looking for him? You don’t even—”

Jeff whirled around and shushed Gareth harshly, cutting him off for the second time; Jeff looked like he was trying to communicate something to the drummer while his back was turned to you.

Squaring your shoulders, you jutted your chin out at Gareth, “I don’t even what?” When the boy shrank in his chair, not expecting you to stand up to him, you pressed further, “Go on, what were you gonna say?”

He glanced at the others who were trying to look anywhere but you two. “Uh—well, you and Eddie don’t even talk anymore…so, why would you care where he is?”

“Is that what he said?” you asked, trying to keep your voice level.

Gareth shrugged, “Yeah, and a few other things—”

Jeff cut in with a sheepish smile, “Listen, Eddie usually doesn’t talk about it—hasn’t brought it up in a long time. Whatever happened, happened. He’s over it,” he gave Gareth a pointed look, “and it’s none of our business.”

Well, that fucking stung.

You gave a curt nod to Jeff. “Right, well…ok, thanks anyway.” Spinning around without waiting for a response, you marched back over to your bike, yanking it off the ground and speeding away, peddling furiously.

What the fuck ever. That stupid shit from the past doesn’t matter anymore, the only thing that matters now is finding Eddie.

For the millionth time since you got on your bike that afternoon, your thoughts returned to the memory from this morning; answering your door to find two policemen on your front porch.

“We’d just like to ask you a few questions about Eddie Munson…”

You had the television on and news about the murder in Eddie’s trailer had sent you into full panic mode. Almost pulling the receiver from its place on the wall, you started ringing up everyone you knew to see where Eddie was, but with no luck. That’s when the police knocked.

“Have you talked to him recently?”

You shook your head in a nonverbal ‘no’, holding your arms close to your chest as you stood in your doorway. You refused, several times, to let them into your tiny, two-bedroom home. If they wanted to ask you questions, they could do it from the porch. If they wanted to look around your house, they’d have to come back with a warrant.

“You and Eddie used to be close, right?”

Swallowing hard, trying to get the lump out of your throat, you asked hoarsely, “What’s this about, is Eddie alright?”

Just like you had avoided their question, they avoided yours. Fuck, you hated cops.

“Did he ever talk about a girl named Chrissy Cunningham?”

You shrugged, “I don’t remember ever hearing that name before.”

They had asked you several more questions as they stood on your porch, seeing fit to waste precious time that could be spent finding Eddie. When they were finally satisfied they turned to leave.

“Let us know if you see him.”

You gave them an unfriendly smile and lied through your teeth, “Of course, officers.”

At least you had learned one thing from those cops, Eddie wasn’t the one that was killed in his trailer. They wouldn’t be asking where he was or if you’d seen him if he was dead. Your stomach tightened as your wheels skidded around a street corner, if the cops were already looking for him about a murder in his trailer, that means he’d be suspect number one. Something burned in your chest, you didn’t know what it was, but you would swear, in front of all of Hawkins with your hand on a fucking bible, that Eddie didn’t do it—that Eddie would never do something so awful.

Trees flew by and wind pulled at your jacket as you kicked your bike into high gear, the last place on your list to check was Reefer Rick’s. In the past, you had been there a few times with Eddie, you had mixed feelings about Rick, but if your suspicion was right—he’d still be in jail, leaving his place by the lake a perfect, undisturbed, hiding spot. You really weren’t the religious type, but as you neared Rick’s, you sent a silent prayer to God that Eddie was there; it was a better alternative than trying to imagine what you’d do if he wasn’t.

. . .

As Reefer Rick’s house came into sight, you hopped off your bike—letting it crash into the nearby bushes; you really weren’t treating it kindly today, but it would have to manage. The idea behind taking your bike and not your car, was that a bike would be easier to hide, no license plates, and you could ride it into to the woods to avoid taking roads.

Rick’s house looked quiet and undisturbed as you cautiously approached. There were no signs of anyone around or having been here recently. Behind it, the lake gleamed a golden hue as it reflected the late evening sun. Walking up to the front door, you tried to peek inside through the tightly shut curtains. You knocked loudly once, waited, then knocked again as your stomach twisted itself into frantic knots. When there was still no answer, you decided to look around the property.

Circling around the house, you took notice that the yard hadn’t been maintained in a long time, yet some leaves and patches of ground were disturbed. Particularly in areas leading up to the back door and down through the yard. Your first thought was maybe an animal, but the trash bins, and the areas around them, were undisturbed.

Hairs on the back of your neck stood straight up as you crept down through the yard and toward the boat house. As you got closer, you noticed the door was slightly ajar, giving you a small opening to look through into the dark area. There wasn’t much you could see from your position outside, and ice crept through your veins at the idea of going in.

With a step back, you looked around the messy yard and found a large, sturdy branch. Holding it firmly with both hands, you felt slightly better. At least this would give you some protection if there was anything nasty inside. Using your hip, you pushed open the boat house door an inch at a time, just wide enough to slip through. It was empty, yet your nerves didn’t relax—something still felt off.

Very quietly, you called out into the silence, “…Eddie…are you there?”

Beer bottles in the corner caught your eye and you froze, someone was staying here.

Your voice shook a little as you felt your nerves wrack up, “Eddie, it’s me—”

A loud commotion from the covered boat to your left made you cry out and stumble backward, falling into discarded boat equipment and fishing gear. The branch went flying out of your hand as something sharp sliced through it, sending white hot pain shooting up your arm, but you hardly noticed. Eddie was standing in the boat, breathing hard and staring down at you with wide, unbelieving eyes. His dark brown curls were longer than you remembered them being, wild and untamed now; his Hellfire Club shirt was stained and dirty.

He blinked a few times, as if he was looking at a mirage. You stared back up at him in much the same way, caught by those wonderful, brown eyes.

Eddie’s voice broke the silence and it betrayed how in shock he still was, coming out shaking and uneven, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

You scowled at him, the spell he had over you broken the second he opened his mouth. “Obviously looking for you… Dumbass.”

Jumping out of the boat, he took a tentative step closer. He still looked utterly confused. “Why?”

You waved a hand in the air and propped yourself up. “I saw your trailer on the news this morning. I thought you might have gotten hurt, and then two policemen came by—I was worried sick over you—and nobody knew where you were—”

He interrupted your rambling, coming over to kneel next to you and help get you untangled from various fishing wires, his eyes stared at you hard. “What did you tell the police?”

Pushing him away with a disgusted noise, you growled angrily, “Eddie Munson, have you ever known me to be a fucking snitch?”

Despite the anger in your voice, Eddie’s mouth curled into a tiny smile as he looked down to fiddle with a wire. “No. No, I haven’t.”

You sat the rest of the way up, hissing at the state of your hand. Dark red blood trickled from a deep gash along your palm, trailing down your wrist and onto the ground in a steady stream—you probably needed stitches.

After a moment, Eddie saw it and cursed, “Shit. Hang on, there might be something…” he scrambled to his feet and frantically searched through the boathouse for anything to stop the bleeding.

Grumbling, “It’s fine.” you took off your light jacket and wrapped it around your hand, gritting your teeth when it stung like hell. Eddie took notice and came back to kneel beside you.

“Here, let me.” He said gently, as he took over tying the sleeves together to secure it in place around your hand. It was bulky, but at least it would help stop the bleeding. As Eddie made sure it was tight enough, your eyes trailed over him. He was dirty and cobwebs stuck to his disheveled hair, but he wasn’t hurt, and you felt relief for the first time in hours.

His soft voice brought you out of your thoughts, his eyes never leaving where his fingers pulled and tucked at your makeshift bandage. “What are you looking at?” It wasn’t accusatory, just curious.

You gave him a gentle smile, “Your hair’s gotten longer.”

Eddie smiled, still not meeting your eyes, and fiddling with your hand even though it seemed like it didn’t need any more adjustments. “Yeah, I like it this way.”

“It looks good,” you leaned in a little with a wry look, “very metal of you.”

That tiny smile widened into something beaming. “Thanks…” He paused, as if he wanted to say more, but thought better of it. In the silence, something lingered.

“Eddie…,” you gently coaxed, and his eyes slowly lifted to meet yours, “tell me what happened…”

As his breathing quickly became erratic, and his eyes shifted, flickering from place to place, he stumbled over his words, “I—I didn’t do it, I swear! I didn’t do anything!” He looked into your eyes, and you saw how scared he was.

His voice cracked a few times as he tried to get out sentences that quickly derailed, and you put your good hand on his shoulder to calm him. “Eddie…!” At the sound of his voice he stopped, breathing hard and looking at you with wild eyes. You continued very gently, as if trying to soothe an animal, “I know you’re innocent. I just want to understand what happened—I’m here to help you, in whatever way I can.”

You left your hand on his shoulder in reassurance as he rushed through the series of events from the previous night. Listening carefully, you kept your questions to a minimum to let him get it all out. When he was done, he was panting and fighting for air, looking at you closely to gauge your reaction. You let out a slow breath, trying to digest everything.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

Meeting his eyes, in a very serious tone you assured him, “With all the shit that’s happened in Hawkins?” You gave him a smile, “Of course, I believe you, Eddie.”

Your eyes held his for a moment before he pulled you to his chest, wrapping you tightly into a hug. His face tucked into the curve of your neck and his shuddering breaths tickled your skin. A few heartbeats passed before you brought your arms up to wrap back around him.

It had been a long time since you two had talked, and even longer since he had hugged you like this, or even touched you at all. Feeling him pressed against you, an incredible weight lifted from your shoulders, and you were oddly light in his arms.

For a second, you thought you could feel him trembling, and it made your heart ache. “Oh, Eddie…I’m so sorry.” You pressed your face to his hair, inhaling the old, familiar smell of him.

He pulled back a little, sniffling, “No, don’t apologize—this isn’t your fault.”

Giving him a sad smile, you gently brushed some hair away from his face, tucking it behind his ear. “I am sorry you’ve found yourself wrapped up in this awful thing, but I wasn’t apologizing for that.”

Brown eyes met yours with a soft, “Oh.”

You were referring to the last time you had seen Eddie Munson, when it had been pouring outside and he had shown up on your doorstep drenched, tired, and upset.

He threw up his hands. “I haven’t heard from you in almost two weeks—it took showing up at your house to get you to see me.”

Shaking your head at him, you felt like a broken record. “I don’t have time to lay around and smoke weed anymore! I have work, Eddie. I have bills to pay—I can’t just pull my rent out of a tree!”

“Right, for your fancy new place,” he waved a hand around, motioning to your tiny home, and you saw the dismay in his expression, “you could at least try to stay in contact… after you graduated, it felt like you just disappeared…”

Sometimes, like right then, you hated the way Eddie never got angry. It would be a lot easier if he yelled back or put up some kind of a fight.

You chewed the inside of your cheek, already feeling guilty about your next words. “Maybe if you weren’t held back, you would understand...”

He scoffed, giving you an oblivious look. “So this is my fault?”

You groaned and spun around, turning your back to him. “No, it’s not your fault—you just don’t get it!”

“What is there to get?”

Moving back around to face him, you gave him a hard stare. “Things change, Eddie.”

Your words stung him; you could see it. The look of absolute hurt in his eyes haunted you for weeks after.

He nodded, holding back whatever he had left or wanted to say—choosing instead to take a few slow steps toward the door with a final, shaky, “Yeah, I guess they do.”

You avoided looking at him as his back pressed open your front door and he turned to leave.

Even though that was over a year ago, you still felt the residual feeling of hurt. Your voice was raspy, “I’m sorry for the things I said, I wasn’t being a good friend.”

Eddie’s eyes stayed locked onto yours as he slowly shook his head. “No, I should be sorry. I was stubborn, if I had just come out and said what I was really feeling…,” he trailed off, tearing his eyes away from yours.

Cupping his cheek in your hand, you blinked away the gathering tears in your eyes. “It hardly matters anymore. I just had to get it off my chest, it’s been weighing on me since then. But, from now on, I’m sticking with you. I’m here for you, Eddie.”

The shining look of gratitude in his eyes was enough to make your heart melt and you pulled him into another hug. This felt right. And even though Eddie was in a world of shit right now, at least you were by his side to help him face whatever came next. Hell, after making up with him, you felt as if you could fight off the entire damn Hawkins Police Force.

You were just about to ask him if he needed anything, like food or water, when you heard car doors slam outside. Eddie’s arms tightened reflexively around you as his head shot up in the direction of the sound. With wide eyes, you motioned toward the boat and the two of you scrambled to get inside, pulling the tarp over you.

Under the tarp you laid next to Eddie, gripping onto his jean jacket tightly, your face squished in his chest as he held you close. You felt him press his face into your hair, his breath coming out unevenly in short exhales. As the door to the boathouse creaked open, voices filled the small room. You counted four, at least one sounded like a younger kid. They called Eddie’s name a few more times. Someone called out that they found blood in the corner and you cursed internally, gripping Eddie tighter.

When something started to poke at the tarp toward your feet you flinched. The source continued to jab up the length of the boat, nearing you. Strong hands gripped your arms and you looked up to see Eddie mouthing silently, ‘Stay down’. You shook your head violently, no, but his hand came up to brush your cheek ‘You’re hurt. Stay. Down’. There was nothing you could do but plead silently with him, as he moved into a low crouch. He gave you a soft, loving smile and then launched himself out of the boat.

Eddie Munson was your hero.

You held your breath, if you heard Eddie yell or if anything sounded like it was going wrong, you were fully prepared to jump out after him. There were yells of surprise and a loud crash, followed by silence and the sound of lowered voices. Your heart sank, preparing for the worst. Looking around the tiny boat, you reached for an old oar and gripped it tightly in between your good hand and the wrapped one.

After what seemed like an eternity, the edge of the tarp lifted a little and Eddie’s gentle voice drifted in, “It’s ok to come out, we’re safe. They’re here to help.”

Very slowly, you crept out from under the tarp, holding the oar defensively at the people in front of you. It was Steve Harrington, Max Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, and Robin Buckley. You looked to Eddie and he nodded at you reassuringly, gently taking the oar from your hands with a tiny smile.

Steve recognized you instantly, glancing to Robin. “Hey, Y/N…,” he stumbled over a few words, “I didn’t realize you… I mean,” he laughed dryly, “when you stood me up I didn't think it was ‘cause you had a thing with—"

Kicking some debris at him, you growl, “Really? That’s what you’re thinking of right now, Harrington?” You felt Eddie’s eyes on you, but avoided looking at him in favor of scolding Steve. “Get your head out of your ass and focus.”

Robin made a face like she agrees with you, giving Steve a look, and he rolls his eyes—falling silent.

Dustin steps forward. “Eddie, tell us what happened in your trailer.”

Eddie groans, taking a seat on a crate, rubbing his face tiredly with his hands. “You wouldn’t believe me.”

Walking over to kneel next to him, you gently coax, “I believed you. Give them a chance.”

He looked up from his hands and gave you a long look. Sighing, he finally nods. “Ok.”

That commences the re-telling of Eddie’s nightmare. He goes slower this time, adding a few details he had left out when he had first rushed to tell you. This showed he was improving; he wasn’t hyperventilating or about to break down by the end. When his eyes met yours, you gave him an encouraging smile. Luckily, the others believed him without a doubt, moving directly onto how they might be able to stop whoever or whatever was causing it.

Another hour passed as the odd assembly you found yourself a part of now, discussed ideas and options moving forward. The idea behind interdimensional monsters and villains terrorizing your town was hard to grasp, at first, but the more they explained, the more it all started to make sense. Occasionally, Steve shot you and Eddie looks, as if he was trying to assess something, thoroughly annoying you.

As Robin paced the length of the small room, she spoke quickly, “For now, Eddie you should stay put. The rest of us are going to figure out why Vecna is targeting these people and how.”

“Right.” Eddie croaked, sounding exhausted. His eyes fell to the ground.

Dustin attempted to cheer his friend up. “Hey, don’t worry about it. We’ll be back soon. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Eddie only gave him a nod, sinking back down to rest his chin on his crossed arms.

You stood up from your place against the boat. “I’ll stay. I’d feel better if there was someone here with him.”

There was a grumble from Steve, which prompted Robin to swat at him before agreeing with you, “That’s a good idea. Call us on the walkie if you need anything.”

Shortly after that, the small group went to return to their homes, leaving you and Eddie alone again. Eddie continued to sit in his spot, still staring at the ground. He looked hopeless, and you felt terrible for him. He was forced to hide in an old boathouse, traumatized, while the police blamed him for a death he had nothing to do with.  

“Do you…sleep in here?” You asked him, trying to fill the deafening silence.

Without taking his eyes away from the spot on the ground, he shook his head, mumbling, “No, I sleep in the house at night.”

“Ok. Why don’t we head up there, then?” You asked gently, trying to break him out of this hopeless mindset he had sunk into.

His eyes looked at you for a moment, glancing at your injured hand, before he slowly stood to his feet. “Yeah, let’s get your hand wrapped in something better than a jacket.”

You gave him a warm smile and took his hand in yours, squeezing gently, then turned to lead him out of the boathouse.

. . .

Eddie shuffled through the cabinets in the tiny bathroom as you sat on the couch out in the living room. The inside of Rick’s house was eerily quiet and dark, lights were kept off for obvious reasons. You couldn’t shake that odd sensation of being in someone’s house without their knowledge. It would be unsettling being there if it weren’t for Eddie.

“Ah, here. Found it!” He came out holding a small first-aid kit, shaking it in his hand triumphantly, coming over to sit next to you on the old couch. Very carefully he began to unwrap the jacket around your hand, revealing the inside to be matted with blood.

You inhaled sharply through your teeth as the fabric pulled at the gash.

“Sorry, sorry.” Eddie whispered; his face pinched in sympathetic pain.

He poured a little disinfectant on it and you flinched away, but his sturdy hand held your shoulder. His expression looked tortured as your body tensed in pain.

Pouring the last of the bottle out and trying to get your mind off the pain, he lightly teased you. "So, you stood up the legendary Steve 'The Hair' Harrington?"

You scoffed, nodding your head a little and trying not to groan at the memory. "Yep..."

With the corners of his mouth curling ever so slightly, he rummaged through the first-aid kit. "Why? I thought it was every girl's dream to go out with Harrington."

This time you did groan, fighting to keep your eyes from rolling into the back of your skull. "Not mine."

When Eddie waited patiently, glancing at you with expectant eyes, you shrugged. "He's not my type."

He pulled out some gauze. "Did you tell him that?"

"Yes, I did—as I stood him up."

There were a few short, rueful laughs from Eddie as he pulled your hand closer to him so he could wrap it. "No wonder he seemed cross about it—can't blame him though, I would be too."

You gave him a confused look. Oddly, you didn’t feel as much pain as you had earlier. "I was just being honest. Wouldn't you want to know if someone wasn't interested?"

His expression turned sheepish as his fingers skimmed your hand. "That’s not…—what I meant was, I'd get upset if it was you who stood me up."

You flashed a grin, nudging him with your knee. "You're a big flatterer tonight, Munson."

He laughed once, resting your hand on his knee as he began to tie the ends of the gauze. "I'm serious. Imagine getting the courage to ask someone like you, who's a goddess, to go out—and then, by some miracle, you say yes; only to be told later that you were never really interested."

You narrow your eyes at him playfully. "A 'goddess' huh?"

He shrugged with a boyish smile. Your hand was fully wrapped now, but he still gently held it as it rested on his knee.

Hiding your pleased expression was harder to do than you thought, so you turned your head away. "That sounds a bit harsh, but I'm sure he got over it very quickly,” you waved your good hand in the air, “I mean, that guy goes on so many dates. It's a wonder that he even remembered my name."

"How could anyone forget you? The most beautiful person in Hawkins."

You turned to look up at Eddie slowly, obviously beaming. "So much flattery, Munson," you leaned in a little, teasing him, "what is it you want?"

Eddie’s expression suddenly grew soft as his eyes held yours. “You.”

You blinked, not sure that you heard him correctly.

Eddie, looked suddenly shy, but continued regardless. “I figure that in the next couple of days I’m either gonna get arrested or some otherworldly, villain kills me... So, I need to tell you…,” he took a shaky breath. “I want you. I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours. I want to wake up next to you every day and hold you every night as we fall asleep. The past year was the hardest I’ve ever gone through—not having you beside me has been awful. I don’t even want to start to describe how lonely I’ve been—”

He was interrupted by you softly pressing your lips to his, sliding a hand through his long hair and to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. He sighed against your mouth, a great breath of relief that made you smile.

Breaking the kiss and pulling away to rest your forehead against his, you whispered, “You won’t have to worry about that anymore, Eddie Munson,” his hands came up to cup the side of your face and you brought your lips back to his, speaking against them lightly, “I’m yours—and I’m staying with until this mess is sorted out.”

He presses a small kiss to your lips with a whine, “And after?”

You smiled, nudging your nose against his. “And after, we can get the hell out of this town, together.”

Eddie’s other hand came up to hold your face as he crashed his lips to yours desperately. Teeth bumped together as you both smiled in the quickly escalating kiss. Never in your life had you thought that a supernatural monster would bring you and Eddie together, but you certainly weren’t complaining at the moment.

Greedy tongues twisted and grazed against one another as you opened your mouth to him, earning you a very soft moan from Eddie. Swallowing the sound, you nibbled on his lower lip as your hands explored his chest. It was toned and defined, every curve of muscle you felt sent jolts of electricity through you.

Feeling a dull ache start to build, you did your best to peel off Eddie’s two layers, leaving him in his Hellfire Club shirt. Hands still tugging at his clothing, you could feel him smiling as he panted between deep kisses, “You want to?”

“Please, Eddie.”

He groans hearing you beg with his name. “How is it—,” he says, helping you pull his shirt over his head, “—that the worst thing and the best thing to ever happen to me, are both within two days of each other?”

You laugh, despite the circumstances, and trail your fingers over his searing skin. His fingers climb their way up to your breasts and grip each one, pulling on them through the fabric of your shirt and bra.

Shifting your hips, you move to straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply, letting his tongue dance around yours. He’s eager as his hands moved down your torso to grab at your waist. As his hands squeeze, you experimentally buck your hips, grinding down on to him.

“Holy shit.” He moans breathlessly into your mouth.

You grin and do it again, grinding a little harder, causing him to grip your ass and squeeze as he practically whines. As you continue to grind down on him with a slow and steady pace, you start to feel the hard length of his cock press against you through his pants.

Eddie leans up and presses open-mouthed kisses along your neck, biting at your skin and leaving marks as he makes his way down to the collar of your shirt. Both thinking the exact same thing, you unhook your arms from his neck and help him pull your shirt and bra off, tossing them off into a corner.

He sits back against the couch for a moment, gazing at your bare chest in awe. Seeing his expression, you can’t help but lovingly brush his hair back from his face before leaning down and kissing him slowly and passionately.

Shaking fingers run up your stomach to play with your nipples, giving them small tugs. You moaned quietly into Eddie’s mouth as the sensation caused heat to pool between your legs. His hips involuntarily move up and into you at the sound, and you flush a deep red feeling the entirety of his hard length run against you.

Eddie breaks the kiss and moves his lips down to take one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it while pinching the other between his thumb and index finger. You choke out a moan, pressing your hips into his and holding onto his shoulders. He moves to give your other breast some attention, squeezing them together in his hands.

As he’s busy doing that, your hand trails down to grip him tightly through his jeans. He lets out a breathy moan, the hot air fanning out against your breast and making you shiver. Running your thumb up and down his length, you watch as his movements stall. A deep satisfaction warms your chest as you speed up and he moans again, louder this time, leaning his head into your chest while he’s completely and utterly distracted.

You want—need to hear him more, and you move off of his lap to kneel down on the floor between his legs. His eyes open a fraction to see what you’re doing before widening as you clumsily under his belt and pants. Chest heaving, he stares down at you as his cock is freed from his jeans, then his boxers, and you take it in your good hand.

With one slow pump Eddie’s head hits the back of the couch. You smile and pump him again, gripping his cock tight, watching as his hips jut up with the stroke of your hand. He’s putty in your grasp and you love it. Beads of arousal gather at the tip of his cock and your mouth waters at the sight.

With one swift movement, earning a choked gasp from Eddie, you flatten your tongue along the underside of his cock and lick up to the tip, collecting the precum with your tongue as you drag it along his slit.

“Oh, fuck.” He moaned, picking his head up to look down at you in wonder and raising his hips, desperate for more.

You grinned watching his cock twitch in your hand and brought your lips to his tip. Keeping your eyes locked with his, you wrapped your lips around him, tongue flattening under his tip, and moved down. The noises he made were heavenly as his face twisted in pure pleasure. Your eyes watered as you felt his cock hit the back of your throat and your lips touched the skin of his hips. Eddie’s hands fisted themselves into the couch as he threw his head back, moaning out your name.

Slowly at first, then gaining speed, you bobbed your head up and down his length, reveling in the moans and breathy calls of your name from Eddie. One of his hands came up to brush a tear out of the corner of your eye, his thumb lingering on your cheek. His hips moved up to match your rhythm, ensuring his cock went deep into your throat every time.

After a few more thrusts, his hands tangled in your hair, pulling you off of him with a ‘pop’. Your wide eyes met his, hooded and dazed. “Baby, if you keep doing that, I won’t last long.”

You grinned devilishly as he quickly brought you to a stand and ripped your jeans off, revealing your soaked panties. Eddie kissed your stomach and ran his hands up your thighs until they met the soaked fabric, you felt him curse against your skin as he ran a finger through your legs.

Without waiting another second, he yanked your panties down your legs, moving his lips to suck and bite around your hips. You gasped, feeling his fingers run through your folds.

“Jesus, you’re wet.” He moaned against your skin.

You ran fingers through his hair. “All for you.”

Two of his fingers rubbed against your entrance while his thumb flicked at your clit. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Giving him a gentle laugh, you tugged his hair back so that he looked up at you. His eyes were glazed over and his mouth was open and panting.

You leaned in, putting your hands on his shoulders, and whispered against his mouth, “We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”

He grinned against you, lips ghosting over yours as two fingers slipped inside of your pussy. Your hands squeezed his shoulders as you choked on an inhale. Sensing that he had control now, Eddie moved his thumb to circle your clit in tight, concise patterns while his fingers curled in you.

You moaned his name loudly and felt him shiver under you at the sound. He pumped again, as if rewarding you, going deeper and hitting that spot that made you clench around him.

He groaned in your ear as your head fell forward onto his shoulder. “Wow.”

You panted, fighting for air as his pace sped up. That tightening in your abdomen was threatening to undo you as your toes curled reflexively. Your body sought release as you moved your hips against Eddie’s hand eagerly. He hummed at the motion, pressing his face into your hair with a smile.

Feeling dangerously close, you grabbed his hand and withdrew his fingers, pushing his hand back into the couch as you swung a leg over his lap and straddled him. You could see the anticipation vibrating through him as your hand gripped his length and lined him up to your entrance.

You dragged the tip of his cock through your wet folds, and Eddie drew in a sharp breath, hands coming up to grip the meat of your thighs. Giving him a radiant smile, you watched as his eyes fluttered closed as you sunk down just enough that his head slipped inside of you. His hips raised, seeking to bury himself in your warmth but you gave him a ‘tut’, moving so that only his head stayed in.

His eyes opened and you could see the plea in them. He was close to begging and it made you clench. You shifted, sinking down a little further, gasping at the delicious stretch of him inside of you. Eddie was clawing at your legs now, no doubt leaving nice bruises for you to find in the morning, as he whined.

Giving him a devilish grin, you sunk the rest of the way down on him, your hips flush against his. A shudder passed through his body as his eyes fluttered closed and his mouth hung open, head tilting back. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you tried to control your own trembling.

“Please, baby, move.” He whined again, facing the ceiling.

You giggled, “I’m sorry, what was that?” lifting your hips a little, you saw him tense and a noise died in his throat.

He lowered his head to look at you through hooded eyes. “I need you to move, sweetheart.”

You gave him an innocent smile. “Ok.” Then sat down on him quickly, burying him to the hilt.

He moaned your name loudly, pushing his hips up into yours as you began to bounce up and down on his cock, sliding him in and out of you smoothly.

He spoke with stilted words as he fought to stay focused. “Fuck, you feel so perfect.”

Quickly you both found a rhythm as you lowered yourself down into him, and his hips rose up to meet yours, pushing him as deep as he could go.

You were chanting his name like a prayer as his cock hit you in just the right spot, tightening that coil.

“Come for me, baby.” He begged in between moans, as you slammed down into his hips, working your legs to the point that they burned.

You bit your lip, his words sending you over the edge as that coil snapped and your vision went white. Faintly you felt him lean up, his hands wrapping around your lower back and pulling you tight against him. Eddie’s lips were on yours, shoving his tongue inside your mouth as you moaned out, his thrusts up into you becoming erratic as he felt you squeeze around him.

“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck.” He moaned into your mouth as his hips stalled. His cock pulsed hard as he emptied himself into your pussy with a groan.

You leaned your head into the crook of his neck, long curls sticking to the beads of sweat on your face as you gasped for air. Eddie leaned back into the couch, still holding him against you, chest heaving. You could hear his heartbeat pounding, matching yours.

“Goddamn.” He breathed against your neck; you could feel him smiling as he said it. “We have to do that again.”

You leaned up a little, dizzy but smiling. “Let’s say in…30 minutes?”

His smile was dazzling as he cupped your face. “I love you so much.”

[mindninjax]

So This Is Love?

So I've just had a thought.... Imagine being the one to teach Katsuki about love.

Bakugo x Reader

Warnings: Literally none

One day you're chilling in your room painting your nails and he storms in, kicks the door open with a loud crash (you don't flinch at all because you're used to his dramatic entrances).

You don't even look up, "Good Afternoon to you too Katsu" you say holding your hand in front of your face, checking out the color and your neat work.

He's all huffy and pouting and waits for you to finally look at him. And you do because you realize he's been too quiet after a while and he's never this quiet. So you give him your full attention.

"Sup Sport? You look significantly more pissed than your normal resting pissed face," you say.

"Stupid fucking idiots talking about mushy gushy dumb ass lovey dovey bull shit all the damn time and I'm sick of it." he grumbles, sitting down in your computer chair and propping his feet up on your desk.

"Ahh Mina and the others talking about their crushes again, yeah?" you say nodding as you completely and totally understand his mess of a sentence.

"Yeah. What the fuck is so goddamn great about going all goo goo eyed and stupid over someone?" he asks throwing his hands up in frustration.

"Pffttt well not everyone expresses it that way," you say matter of factly, blowing on your nails.

He turns to look at you, eyes squinting in suspicion. "Explain."

You grab the wand of the nail polish and start in on your other hand with precise strokes.

"Uhh well some people don't get all nervous around the person they like. Sometimes they're completely normal and comfortable and themselves," you explain.

"That sounds like how Shitty Hair explains hanging out with me or you or hell anyone because he's fucking normal around everyone," Katsuki replies.

You finish one finger, hold your hand up deciding whether to continue with the color or not and then you shrug your shoulders.

"Well it's kinda the same as that honestly. Some people know that they really like or care for someone when they can 100% be themselves with them."

You're twisting your hand in the light, trying to see how the color looks from all angles, brows furrowed, tongue poking out of the side of your mouth in concentration. Katsuki is watching you, thinking about what you're saying.

"Keep goin' with that color, bright colors look good on your fingers," he says nonchalantly, waving his hand as if this fact is obvious. "So are you tellin' me Shitty Hair is in love with everyone he hangs out with?"

You look at your hands and smile, then continue painting them with that same color.

"Gah you're right about the color I don't know why I ever doubt it. And no I'm not saying that. I mean, Eiji's a pretty lovable guy but like there are different types of love yannow?"

Katsuki gives you a confused look, lip curled, eyebrow raised and you don't have to look up from your nails to know you've stumped him.

"Like there's romantic love, and there's the love you feel for your family, and then platonic love. They feel a bit different but it's all love and people show that love in different ways. Eiji's really great about expressing his platonic love for all of his friends. But if you watch him closely, you can tell he's got romantic feelings for Mina," you explain.

Katsuki stays quiet and you know he's thinking. He leans forward in your computer chair, legs spread feet planted on your plush carpet, elbows resting on his thighs and he gives you a serious look. "How can you tell he likes Raccoon Eyes?"

You don't miss a beat, as if you knew he'd ask you this.

"His eyes linger on her for just a little longer than usual when he's talking to her or when he's looking at everyone in the group. He gravitates toward her in conversation, I don't even think he realizes it. It's like a gravitational pull or something. And he never ever not once stops smiling when he speaks to her. Like no matter how long they're talking or no matter how sad the conversation is, he's always smiling at her. It's actually really cute."

Katsuki is leaning in closely and hanging on to every word you say so much his ass is on the edge of the seat. He scoots back when he realizes he didn't notice he was moving closer to you. He pauses again, thinking hard about what you said and then he takes a steady breath and says "What about you?"

That catches you off guard and you look up at him. "What about me?"

"I mean, you know! Do you get all stupid and goo goo eyed when you like someone like that or are you the other type you said?" he sputters, face turning pink as he turns away from you.

You only smile a little, very calmly put your finger to your chin and look up to the ceiling as you think. "Wellllllll…. I don't usually get all crazy around the guy I like. I mean, sometimes I get a little nervous but I'm usually really comfortable with them. If I can sit in silence with them and still be happy while they do their own thing and I do my own thing, then I know I'm digging them a bunch."

"We do that all the time."

It slips out of his mouth before he can catch it and he immediately regrets it. "THAT'S NOT TO INSINUATE ANYTHING, STUPID. I'M JUST STATIN' FACTS. WE DO SIT AND NOT TALK ALL THE TIME. YOU KNOW WE DO!" he's screaming at you when he sees your wily teasing smile.

You don't say anything but you definitely store this memory away for the future because he's right. You do do this all the time and you were in fact talking about him when you mentioned it. Your best friend is just that goddamn clueless. But you're surprised he's come to you asking about stuff like this. It makes you really happy actually. Instead you look back down to finish your nails and ask him.

"Ok then, now that I've told you a little about it. What about you?"

He surprisingly doesn't yell at you. In fact he stays very quiet and it's alarming. But then his voice rumbles and he quietly responds in a gruff but gentle tone.

"I don't wanna have to think about shit when I'm around people I like. I just wanna have a good time. I like people who pay attention and aren't big babies about shit. I need someone who can laugh at a joke or not be bothered by me. I mean I don't fucking care what anybody thinks about me, obviously!" he tacks on the last part quickly as he blushes when you look him in the eye.

"It's nice to be yourself and have someone accept you for you. But also, you want someone who's not gonna take your shit and understands that when you're yelling, it's not because you're always angry, yeah?" you say not breaking eye contact.

His gaze is gentle but a little wary and confused. "How the fuck do you do that?" he asks quietly still blushing and moving a little closer to you.

You wink at him, smile and look down to finish your nails. "I pay attention."

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[mymommykinkismywholepersonality]

<Spending the night with Mammon and praising him and stuff, Mammons's like "O-of course you would wanna please the great Mammon!" And reader just agrees and keeps praising him while making a complete mess of him.

I'm depressed and horni so I needed something soft to cope :,)>

"Can't believe Beel did that, what a knuckle head." Mammon grumbled, unfolding the futon next to his bed.

"The house took some damage but I'm mostly relieved no one got hurt." you sigh falling back on Mammon's bed and inhaling deeply. To your dismay it didn't smell as strongly of him as you would've liked, frowning you realizing he must have changed the sheets.

"No one got hurt? Ha! That won't be the case if you keep me up all night with that foghorn snorin' of yours!" Even with his back facing you, you could hear the smile in his voice. Honestly he was a loud mouth and greedy (duh) but he had a heart of gold. At least for those he cared about, and you were lucky enough to become one of those special people.

"Hey golden boy, can you come here for a minute?" Sitting up you patted the spot next to you. Confused but without protest he granted your request asking you what was wrong. "I'm really grateful you let me stay with you Mammon, and giving me your bed none the less."

"Well I wouldn't make you stay with Beel after the incident, you must've been pretty scared. But don't sweat it human, you can pay me back later. Man you're so lucky that THE Great Mammon is so generous!" You felt your heart squeeze at his signature laugh. Feeling mesmerized you didn't realize you were leaning in so close until you saw his face explode with color.

"W-w-what are you doing human!" Contradicting his panicked face he didn't pull away giving you that boost of confidence needed to take action.

Without hesitating you pushed him back onto the bed before straddling him. "I know Luci chewed you out pretty good but you didn't deserve that, I wanna make it up to you and thank you. Do you want me to?" Slowly you began to grind right above his crotch.

"I-um. I- Uhh" The color slowly started to spread down his neck and to his ears while he desperately tried to think of answer.

Of course you'd seen him flustered before but this was a new level! It kinda suited him so you decided to tease. "You what? You gotta use your words if you want me to keep going baby boy." You leaned down and crossed your arms on his chest, noses now almost touching. The poor boy still seemed to be in a daze so you tugged gently at one of his strand of hair before rolling it between your fingers.

"I mean o-of course! I'm the great Mammon after all! S-so I suppose if y-ou're short on grimm I can accept this payment instead."

You moved your hand from his hair to his cheek softly caressing it. "What a merciful debtor, I'll give you my best, someone as great as you deserves that and nothing less. Let me take care of you." You pecked his lips giggling at how he tried to sit up to get more, gently stopping him.

Sliding his jacket down his arms,you made sure to kiss the top of each hand as they slipped out of it. Next you untucked his shirt and ran your hands gently under the hem before slowly sliding it up his torso. As you scrunched up the fabric you leaned down to trail kisses over his stomach, not leaving an inch without feeling the warmth of your mouth. By the time you got to his nipples he was shifting underneath you grinding his bulge into you and letting out breathy whines but you let him, moving your attention to his brown nubs.

As you spent more time on the sensitive spots his whines became more audible but he didn't complain, instead he arched his back so you could have more access. After you made sure each nipple would be sore the next day you continued sliding his shirt upwards, holding his arms over his head a bit like cuffs. Keeping his arms in that position you started leaving marks along his neck, on his collar bones, and even one on his jaw.

Grinding back down on him you moved your mouth next to his ear. "You're such a pretty boy for me Mammon, being so good. Letting me take care of you." After leaving a mark under his ear you continued your praise, "You're such a good boy, aren't you my good boy?" Finally looking at his face, you felt your core throb. His cheeks were flushed, lips swollen but open letting out short pants, shining from drool, and his eyes were glossed over and wide looking at you with so much warmth and affection. "Mammon," you repeated finally getting his attention. "Aren't you my good boy?"

He quickly nodded in agreement. "Yes! Yes! 'M your good boy! Please, please, keep going! I'll be good still! Promise!" He sounded so beautiful out of breath and desperate for you to continue. Fortunately the urge to spoil him was stronger than the one to tease him.

"Relax darling, I'm gonna take care of you, don't worry your pretty little head ok? Just be patient for me." You said reassuring him, removing some hair that had begun sticking to his forehead. He nodded again, eyes still trained on your every movement.

Sliding your hands up, slipping the shirt off completely, you held his wrist and began to kiss them. You reveled in the needy moans he let out as you harshly sucked on one. Finally you kissed each of his palms, tickling the skin. "Good litte boy, making so many pretty sounds. Can you help me and get these out of the way bubs?" After you unbuttoned his jeans, Mammon quickly raised his hips trying desperately to be rid of his woven confinements. Being just as eager you decided to pull his underwear and pants down in one go, revealing his hardened cock.

"L-like what you see?" Still panting he managed a prideful tone avoiding eye contact. You couldn't help but admire your handy work; skin flushed, covered in marks and sweat, pupils dilated, dick dripping, and hands pulling the sheets off the mattress.

"Baby boy, you're so gorgeous. So pretty, so good. You really are. I'm gonna make you feel even better now, ok?" Quickly removing your clothes, except your bra, you positioned yourself over his erection. As impatient as you were he never answered so you took his chin in one hand, other gripping his shoulder. "Love, I need you to use your words."

"I-I want this! Please Y/n! I need this! N-need you!" He pleaded grabbing your wrist with both hands. Smirking into the kiss you'd pulled him into, you finally sank down onto his length. The warm contrast to the cool air making him moan loudly; with that, you entered his mouth, completely dominating the kiss. Even though you were as close as you could possibly get, Mammon still moaned for more in-between kisses. It was really hot, he wanted "more" and yet your tongues were intertwined, chests rubbing against each other, his cock inside you, these thoughts prompted you to slowly move your hips, grinding on him.

"Mammon, you're such a special boy. You're so strong, and clever." You panted out between pulling yourself up and down his cock. Halting your movements and clenching around his length you grabbed his face, forcing eye contact. Even if you hadn't been clenching around him before the way he was looking at you would have changed that. Resting your forehead on his you gazed into his teary eyes. "You're my precious boy, don't forget that ok?" The poor boy was so overwhelmed he just nodded before bringing you into another kiss. It was long but more slow and romantic, by the time you separated your hands were tangled in his white locks. Still catching your breath you began moving up and down again with his hands gripped onto your sides.

You didn't know how long it'd been, caught up in the feeling of his dick, and hands, and gaze. But before you knew it he was warning you of his oncoming orgasm. "G-gonna cum y/n! You're ma-aking me c-cum!" His tongue fell out after he managed to pull himself together enough to be coherent.

"Aw, good b-boy. Good job telling me. S-so, proud of you." After you finished your sentence Mammon let out a whiney moan, nails digging into your hips as he thrusted up into you. The sight of him coming undone brought your orgasm and as you were finishing he was still riding out his high.

After his grip had loosened on you, you pulled yourself off him. But as soon as you were off him, he was on your lap, legs and arms wrapped around you while he nestled his face into your neck. You were still in a daze so you both sat in silence listening to the other catch their breath. "Th-thank you Y/n." He whispered quietly into your neck.

Fingers finding their way to his hair you gently start to massage his scalp. "No thanks necessary Mammon, it was my pleasure. And besides, I meant everything I said, you really are so amazing. I'm glad I can be here with you." Slowly you two fell asleep, futon forgotten.

<Poor futon :,) Anyways hope you liked it, remember I'm not a writer. Have a good day/night <3>

[eclectickss]

A Little Bit Jealous

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: smut, a lil alchohol

Summary: You are a very flirtatious person except with Wanda...

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wanted to write something before vacation as i'm still drawing blanks on PGATW! Not checked or anything oopsie. <3

You were the most flirtatious person you knew... and it was a little bit of an addictive habit. Not really a good one, either, but you didn't care enough to drop the act. You have had multiple people confess their crush on you, which inevitably ended a friendship or two, but most of the time it was just an awkward conversation about how the excessive flirting is just a platonic love language to you.

Part of it was due to your desire to make other people happy and feel good about themselves, and the other part of the habit acted as an emotional reflex. It was your go-to way of avoiding your feelings, as it also provided a boost of serotonin to witness people's reactions to your comments. So yeah, it was literally addicting.

And maybe you knew that... but at the same time, it was a part of you. You couldn't find reason enough to quit.

There was one person though, that you couldn't bring yourself to flirt with.

Wanda Maximoff.

And it wasn't like you hated her or anything... it's just that flirting with her would be real to you. It wouldn't be a game. It would make your inevitable crush on her a reality that you could never dream of passing up.

And maybe you knew that... but you would never admit it to anyone. You wanted your relationship with Wanda to be as genuine as possible, so avoiding your feelings was the way to go.

Wanda didn't really like that, though. She wanted you to flirt with her. She was jealous.

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A knock was heard at your door as you were making your finishing outfit touches for Tony's fundraiser party, pushing the rubber back onto your earring. You opened the door to find Wanda in a sparkling red dress, and you willed everything in you to not stare at her image, much less make any comments. She had on a pair of matching heels and vibrant red lipstick, and her hair was pulled into a loose braid that cascaded down her back.

"Hey," You breathed a soft smile, begrudgingly peeling your eyes away.

"You ready?" You knew she had on a grin behind your back as you went to put in your last earring in front of the mirror.

"Yeah." You turned back around to face her.

"You look lovely, by the way..." She said as she followed you out the door.

"Oh... thank you. You too, Wanda." You bit your tongue. Yes, I might look lovely, but you are stunning, baby. A small blush lit your cheeks that you hoped the Sokovian couldn't see.

"Are you excited for the party?" She attempted to make conversation on the way to the elevator.

"Uhh... yeah! I love spending time with everyone when we're not on a mission. It's fun. Plus everyone is always drunk at the afterparty, and it's a great source of entertainment for someone who doesn't drink." You smirked, remembering the last few parties very vividly.

"Right..." Wanda reflected on what happened last time with a tinge of embarrassment. "I think I'll join you in sobriety for this one."

That made you laugh, remembering her previous situation with alcohol.

"Remind me why you don't drink, though?"

You faltered, not wanting to get too deep into a conversation at the moment.

"Uhh... My dad.."

"Hey! Hold the elevator!" You released a breath that you didn't know you were holding as Natasha walked up to the doors. You whistled when she stepped inside.

"Whew Nat! Who are you after tonight? You look hot, honey! More than normal, at least!" You jokingly raked your eyes down her body as she laughed.

"Oh, shut up. I just thought I might have a little fun tonight." She rolled her eyes.

"Well save a little bit of that fun for me," you smirked as she hit your arm, missing the blush on Wanda's cheeks as you talked with nat.

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The time for the afterparty had finally arrived as the team had found themselves crowded on the couches once again, inebriated except for you. Wanda had failed at her word of sobriety, but not by much. Tony had found an empty bottle around, so everyone was getting ready for a game of spin the bottle: seven minutes in heaven.

To your surprise, Wanda wanted to go first. You didn't know if you wanted it to land on you or not, but you would find out soon enough that maybe the Sokovian had made it land on you.

"Alright, Wanda. You game?" You smirked.

"I'm the one who spun it, you idiot. Of course, I am." You laughed as the two of you headed over to the storage closet.

"You know, I could have bet that you couldn't avoid alcohol tonight. I should have." You said as you shut the door behind you.

"Oh, come on. I had one drink." She rolled her eyes and you laughed, but no time passed before she asked a question. "How come you don't flirt with me?"

This caught you off guard as your expression dropped.

"Umm... huh..." You had no idea how to respond.

"Oh come on. You practically undressed Nat with your eyes in the elevator and you were all over Sam and Maria tonight. You don't do that with me. Do you not like me, or something? Why am I any different?" She looked genuinely hurt, and you decided at that moment that you couldn't hold back what you felt for her.

You bit back any comments about jealousy or desire, but for once, forced yourself to spit out your feelings.

"Because... Wanda. If I flirt with you, that means it's gonna be real."

"What is going to be real?"

"My feelings for you are going to be real. I wouldn't be complimenting you to give you a confidence boost, it would be to be vulnerable with you. I wouldn't be undressing you with my eyes just to say that you look good, but because I actually want to undress you. And that's too many ideas and thoughts for me to hold onto, Wanda. And if this conversation made you uncomfortable... you can understand why I don't flirt with you, Wanda." You thinned your lips and leaned back onto one of the shelves, nervous for her response.

"What if I don't want you to hold onto those thoughts?" You looked up.

"What are you saying..."

"When you compliment me, I want to know that it's real. When you dance close, I want to know that you feel the same desire that I do. When you roll your eyes at me, I want to know that it's only because I made you feel that way. And when you undress me with your eyes, I want to know that you're actually imagining pulling my clothes off piece by piece, taking your time to treat me right."

Wanda was now standing right in front of you, breathing as heavily as you.

"How many minutes do we have left?" You whispered.

"five and a half."

"No time to waste then," You crashed your lips into hers, relishing in the touch that you never imagined you'd be allowed to have. A little headstrong, you backed her up into the opposite wall, picking her up and holding her against the shelf. Her thighs hugged onto your waist as your hands made their way around her body.

You moved your lips down her neck as you worked to hike up her short red dress, earning a groan when your hands found their way to her ass.

"How long have you been wanting to do this, darling?" Wanda smirked through a heavy pant.

"Ever since we met, baby. I glanced at you and knew I should stop myself before I even started. Why, what about you?" You placed her back down on the ground as your lips drifted onto her chest and your hands found her inner thighs.

"Ever since you made a suggestive comment to Nat. I realized how much I wanted it to be me."

"Jealous, are we?" You smirked against her skin.

"I never said tha- oh," She moaned as you grazed your fingers over her panties.

"Try that again, baby."

"Ok, maybe a little bit."

"Good girl." You nearly whispered as you pushed the fabric aside and slowly dragged two fingers through her cunt. "You're so wet for me, Wanda. It's hard to think I've denied this from you for so long."

"Yeah, well you can make up for it now, darling." Wanda groaned as you continued to lightly stroke her pussy.

"What do you want me to do, Wanda?" You smirked up to her and she glared at you but gave into begging anyways.

"I want you to shove those two fingers inside of me and fuck me like your little jealous slut. I want to come undone to you, darling... I want to be yours. Take me, please."

Both of you knew that Wanda had long since won you over, but her words sent shocks down your spine as you pushed your fingers in. You didn't hesitate to pick up the speed, watching her expressions to see what she liked and didn't. After a curl of your fingers, she gasped, and you grinned.

You continued to work at that spot, slowly working her clit with your other hand.

"Do you wanna cum, Wanda?" You teased and she quickly nodded. You picked up the pace of your pumps and strokes one more time before finally feeling her release. As you slowed her down, you brought your lips back up to hers.

You slowly slipped your fingers out and brought them up to your mouth, groaning as she watched you with lust.

"How much time do we have left?" She croaked, a knock at the door coming shortly after.

"None."

"Not happening." She grabbed your wrist and teleported the two of you to her room.

"Are you two good in there?" Steve's voice came from the other side of the door. "Hello?" Another pause. "I'm coming in." He opened the door, but nobody was in there, returning to the group. "It's empty."

Everyone looked confused.

"Hey, Jarvis?" Tony yelled. "Where are Wanda and Y/N?"

"Ms. Maximoff brought Y/N up to her room."

"About time." Nat giggled, followed by everyone else. Of course, everyone already knew.

[silverynight]

Can you write a oneshot about the kamboko squad and their mission during the Entertainment District Arc? I could imagine the hashiras just keep on visiting Sumiko. (The poor ladies must be so confused on why Sumiko is so popular 😭.) If you want, you can also write about the boys putting on their make up before the mission. Either way I feel like the chaos would be great >:D (Sorry for my bad english!)

(This is not going to follow the main events of that arc, only Tanjirou posing as a courtesan for another mission)

***

If he's being honest, Tanjirou doesn't think too much about appearances, not even then as he's trying to pretend to be a girl. He just needs to find the demon who's been terrorizing the whole Red District and then go back to his friends.

"You're really pretty, Sumiko," one of the girls (her name is Kana, if he remembers correctly) comments carefully removing Tanjirou's makeup after he's been helping all of them carry heavy stuff around the house. She had said she wanted to pay her back by helping her with something. "You just don't know how to apply makeup. Don't worry, you have me now."

He thanks her sincerely, feeling grateful for the kindness the girl has showed him, but he doesn't even waste his time finding a mirror to look at the final result; he keeps moving around the house, helping all the girls while trying to get new information.

"You're so nice to us, Sumiko!" One of them almost sobs, wrapping herself around him. Tanjirou immediately feels bad again for hiding his true identity from all of them. They deserve so much better. "I really wish you find a nice, wealthy person so they can get you out of here!"

"But you know most of them wouldn't buy a scarred girl," says another, earning glares from the ones around.

"It's alright, really!" Tanjirou assures them with a huge grin. "It means I'll get to stay with you and help you as much as I can!"

Suddenly, he's surrounded by girls in an embrace that for a moment, makes him feel like he's back at home with his family again. He holds back a sob.

When he's back in his room he gets another letter from Zenitsu; despite him being usually talkative in most of them (he mentions Nezuko a lot, which Tanjirou is very much glad about) this just contains a couple of words, which surprises him.

All the hashira found out about your mission.

Tanjirou frowns, looking around to see if there's another page on the ground, another piece of parchment with more information.

He has no idea why Zenitsu thought that was something he should know.

***

Kana is aware the House she was sold into is popular, but she's never seen something like that before.

The first swordsman that arrives both scares the girls and attracts them at the same time; he's the most handsome man they have had in a while and of course everyone around wants to be the one to entertain him.

He's tall and even though he's completely covered from his neck to his feet in some sort of uniform, they all can see he's pure muscle underneath.

He's blond, but has red tips that make him look like a torch all the time. All about him screams fire.

Oh, they all like him.

The woman in charge looks at him with such a pleased expression as soon as she sees the money he's carrying.

"Let me show you the girls..."

Right then though, Sumiko walks out, carrying a huge chair over her shoulders; she leaves it near the entrance. Honestly, that girl is unbelievable strong.

Her dark red hair is a mess, her makeup is already falling off, but her cheeks are still pink because she's been doing nothing but heavy chores since she arrived.

The woman in charge is already pushing her away so the customer doesn't see her (because that woman believes the scar on her forehead is too ugly and therefore no one would ever want her).

"I want that one," the client says without hesitation.

"But she's–"

He purposely ignores her and takes Sumiko in his arms.

For a moment, Kana wonders if she's witnessing what some people call "love at first sight" because the man looks so in love already.

When he walks away with her, she thinks that maybe she'll never get to see Sumiko again and feels a little bit lonely because of it. The girls in the house have really grown fond of her rather quickly.

***

Sumiko returns and the beautiful people keep walking in the place asking about her.

A man with dark hair and deep blue eyes and a permanent neutral expression on his face arrives the next day. He's really handsome, but Kana notices he's less popular among the girls because of his somber demeanor.

"Leave him to me," one of Kana's friends winks. "I love quiet ones."

"I want to see Sumiko," he says, surprising everyone again.

Then, before he takes her, Kana swears she sees a fond smile quirking his lips up as Sumiko beams at him.

"Tomioka-san! Hi! Do you want a report?"

The last sentence doesn't make any sense so Kana convinces herself she just imagined it.

***

They have lost the ability to get surprised; as the third one walks in (a tall man with huge arms and a flamboyant personality) this time, they all know he has come to see Sumiko.

She's really popular now; Kana and her sisters (as she calls the other girls that work with her) have accepted it a while ago. However, they have never felt jealous of her; they really love her, the girl has charmed her way into their hearts with kindness.

"Look at you," the man grins at her; he's so tall he has to kneel in front of her. He's so clearly flirting with Sumiko, Kana has no idea how she isn't a flustered mess already. "So pretty. You look like my future wife."

Sumiko chuckles, like she's used to hearing things like that.

"You're so funny, Uzui-san."

***

It's not unusual to get female customers; many girls arrive at the House, looking for a pretty girl to have some fun with.

No, what surprises them is that the girl is really beautiful; she has long, pink hair and an innocent look on her face that tells Kana she doesn't get to visit that sort of places very often...

Perhaps it's her first time.

However, her shyness vanishes as she sees Sumiko, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her closer before kissing her on the cheek.

Kana gives the other girls a knowing look before they all leave Sumiko and the client alone.

***

Kana counts nine; they're nine loyal customers that only come to see Sumiko. They come really often and sometimes bring her gifts that Sumiko immediately shares with the other girls.

"I think it's more than... physical," Kana mumbles, saying out loud what everyone there has been thinking for a while now. "I think they're in love with you."

"Uh?" Sumiko blinks at her in confusion, after taking a sip of her tea. "What are you talking about?"

"The people that visit you," Kana insists, rolling her eyes. She's never met such an oblivious girl.

"They're just being nice."

Kana decides not to keep bothering her with that and instead asks about something that has been troubling her for a while.

"So... About the one with scars all over his chest," shs mumbles, remembering the first time she saw him; he's handsome, but he always looks like he's about to growl or bite someone. "The one with white messy hair. Is he... Has he been gentle with you?"

Sumiko blushes to the tip of her ears, quickly realizing what she's trying to say.

"It's not like that... Uhh, I m-mean, he's... not usually... He knows how to be kind," Sumiko stammers.

Kana nods, recalling the day; how she begged the master of the House not to let Sumiko go with him, but the woman just huffed that he had the money so they couldn't deny him.

She's glad he's not aggressive with her; part of her knows that he's also in love with Sumiko in his own way.

***

Shinobu can't help but smile fondly at Tanjirou as the boy puts back his haori. He seems happy to be wearing his uniform again, even though all the Pillars think he looked really pretty as Sumiko.

"I'm glad the demon won't hurt anymore people," Tanjirou grins, looking at Muichiro who swoons with delight at the attention. "Thanks for helping me fight him!"

"Anything for you, Tanjirou!"

Next to them, Tengen is already begging Mitsuri to give Tanjirou one of her skirts and assuring her he'll convince him to wear it in the hashira headquarters for their next meeting.

Shinobu rolls her eyes.

"Kocho-san, can I bring some of the girls to the butterfly estate so they can start working there?" Tanjirou asks, eyes opening wide. He looks adorable and he probably doesn't even know it. "Please, they don't like working in that House!"

Shinobu sighs, knowing that by "some" he means anyone who wants to come with him, which is probably all of them.

She doesn't even bother to ask her fellow hashira what they think, because judging by the ridiculous, fond looks on their faces they're ready to say yes to anything Tanjirou asks them.

"Fine. We'll get them out of there."

"Thank you!" Tanjirou beams and she can't help but smile in return as she ruffles his hair.

Kyojuro takes the opportunity to put him over his lap as Giyuu glares at the flame hashira, however, he takes Tanjirou's hand in his before kissing it gently.

They're hopeless; Shinobu has no idea how they didn't ruin the whole mission because none of them could stop paying visits to Sumiko. How did no one notice there was something weird going on there?

***

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[sweetsbfreex]

love me for me, it’s all i ask

Summary: Bucky meets your family, but your nerves clouds you judgment

Warnings: angst!!! 

Pairing: Bf!Bucky x reader

-

Dating your Bucky is filled with a mix of gentle touches, insecurities and reassurances, long yearning stares, love running so deep he had Tony install some kind of metal warmers–– so you wouldn’t shiver every time you cuddled into his arm or he decided to wrap it around your waist while you slept. It was heaven, but of course there were bumps in the road.  

Dating the Bucky Barnes or what most people saw as the “Winter Soldier'' was filled with: anxious walks down the street with his hand holding your waist tightly, his natural habit of looking over his shoulder, and his need to wear a pair of black,leather gloves no matter where you went. It wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle, you loved him too much for it.

-

“Buck, calm down, it’ll be fine.” You chuckle, keeping your eyes on the road, yet lifting one hand off the wheel to briefly squeeze his anxious leg. 

His leg stops shaking and he only nods his head, but when he realizes you can’t see he chokes out a sorry. Instead, he begins to twiddle his gloved thumbs and turns his head to look out the window. He watched the shops and trees pass by in a flur, there wasn’t much on his mind other than what he would say when he got there. 

You slow the car at a red light and turn to see him in the same state. "It's okay if you want us to go back to your place, I can take a u-turn right here, and we can meet them another time." you tell him, extending your fingers to tangle with the ends of his hair. 

“I’m fine doll really...just excited,” He semi-lied through his perfect teeth adding a small smile. 

You were both on your way to your parents house, only ten minutes away now. Bucky coming along wasn’t anything planned. 

Your mom had called two nights ago, at the same time you and Bucky snuggled in bed watching his latest fix on Hulu. Streaming platforms are something he enjoyed about the modern world. He liked that he could have things like Shirley Temple in a pinch, anytime and anywhere he wanted.  

Anyway, Your mom had called, interrupting the trance Tom and Jerry had on the both of you at the moment. 

“One second” you tell him, unraveling from his hold before getting hold of your phone. Bucky makes a move for the remote, but you assure him that it’s fine so he goes back to watching the cartoon. 

And you answer, “Hey mom.” When Bucky heard who it was calling, he side-eyes you for a few seconds, curious.

“Hey! y/n/n, you haven’t called in awhile are you okay? Me and Snicks miss you” The call of his name causes you to hear a bark in the background.

“I’m fine, it’s literally been a day. Are you okay?” It’s not weird for her to call during this time, but nonetheless you know she has something she needs to say.

“‘Perfectly fine honey. I was calling because Daisy is coming down the day after and we’d thought it would be nice for the three of us and aunt to come down too. You’re not busy are you? Maybe you could take a quick detour and visit?” She lived alone in your childhood home, refusing to let all the memories die in the cherished home.  Going as far as making you and your sister promise one of you would possess the house when she passed on. 

At the mention of a little reunion, you decided it would be best to take this somewhere with more privacy. You couldn’t explain, but you thought it would be better for Buck not to hear it. He hasn’t met your family and you don’t want to pressure him into meeting them if he isn’t ready or uncomfortable. You also didn’t want to ask him...in case he wasn’t ready or comfortable.

“Uhh one second” you mute your phone, telling Bucky you’ll be in the hallway prior to giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

“Mom?”

“I’m here!”

“Yeah I can make it, shouldn’t be busy, it’ll likely be me though.” You pace the hallway up and down as if it was the only place to walk in the whole house. 

“That’s great, okay, I’m gonna text Shirley to come by earlier so we can make a bit extra of everything”

“Extra? Isn’t it just the four of us?”

“No, honey, you know the kids and your sister said she’s bringing someone. Well I don’t know! You know how these things go”

The call goes on for a minute or more. Your mother tells you whatever information is vile and sends you a goodnight. Which you return.

“Sorry, she wanted to inform me of something” you tell him as you walk through the door. Placing your phone in charge once again and like a kitten nestling yourself into his side once again. 

He lets his metal arm lay over your shoulders and you interlace your hands together. 

Silence passes by and gets broken by Bucky who clears his throat to speak up. “Uhm” he starts his free hand coming up scratching the back of his neck. “Do you want me to act like I didn’t hear the conversation?

You sit up in surprise at his confession. “You heard that?!”

He sends you in an unimpressed look. His finger points to his ear then his hand hovers his body, going up and down wildly. Unimpressed at the way you forget he’s pumped in this super serum, he can’t help how far his hearing is.

“Sorry I just forget you’re not human human”

He takes a beat of silence to himself, “I’m not human human?”

“No! Baby, not like that. You know I mean like I forget that you these special abilities–– other than your arm–– inside that I can’t see...y’know”

“It's fine doll” he pulls you back into his side, “Are you going?”

“Yeah…” 

“Do you need company? If not that’s fine I just wanted to ask––” he goes by the question quickly, scared that he’s made it weird between the two of you. 

“You want to visit my family with me?” you ask astounded.

“Only if you’re comfortable with it?” he reassures you in a haste, a hand going to your bare thigh. 

“Are you comfortable with it?” you ask.

“Baby, I just said––” he laughs in a delicate manner. 

“I know, I know. Sorry. I just didn’t know you would want to, I know how anxious you get with a bunch of people, Which is fine! But I don’t want to nudge you in something like that”

“I think it would be perfect, honestly”

“I’m happy you think so” you smile.

-

Currently the car parks in the driveway of your former home. The leather enveloping Bucky’s hands wring together. You don’t say much, only getting out of the car, jogging to Bucky’s side of the door, until you could open his door. 

You tug him into a gentle hug. Standing between his legs once he’s adjusted himself to take every last of you in. You squeeze him once and smile when you feel the nerves and tension falling from his shoulder.

You okay?" you ask. It may seem like a dumb question at the time, but one thing you've learned about Bucky is. A simple question like that allows a spacious answer, it helps him a little more. 

You don’t pull away but adjust your face to place a kiss to his cheek. 

“Yeah” he breathes out. “...What if they don’t like me, we’ll still be together right?”

That question right there drops a bucketful of guilt over your head, but you know what you’re doing is right. 

You pull away , after a second, letting your hands fall to each side of his neck. 

"Of course Buck with or without approval you're still mine. Doesn't matter anyway, everyone will love you 'cause you're amazing." You smile, your fingers roaming over his very recently shaven under jaw.

“Thanks, doll”

“Nothing to thank me for” you give him one last squeeze, “You ready?” 

“Yeah...I don’t know if I’ve told you, but you look really good today”

You wore nothing but a flowy, yellow, long sleeved surplice front dress and a pair of platform sandals.

“Stop trying to stall time!” You tease. 

“I’m not. Promise I’m not” he throws his hands up in surrender, a bright smile on his face. As quick as he throws them up, they come down around your waist. “Ready when you are” 

Having said that, Casual, black slacks hug his lengthy legs lackdasically. A short sleeve, white polo accentuates his waist, and his hair pulls back into a low bun.

 It's so unbelonging to him. But the night before Bucky's been filling with worry about how he should dress to impress.

While you’re still standing between his bent legs and your fingers settle on his neck. You take one hand to pull the hair tie from his hair. Watching his curtains fall around his face

“Doll?—“

“I know you don’t wanna wear your hair like this, it’s fine. I promise Bucky they’ll love you.” You reassure him this time with a kiss, pulling away to entangle your fingers together. 

When you go to close the door he holds up a finger. You watch him stand there hesitation on his face. Before he decides to shrug off the leather jacket and slip off his gloves.

His bionic arm is perfectly bare for anyone to see and you couldn’t be more proud when he sends a shy smile your way. 

-

So soon, you’re both at the doorstep, hands linked together. You knock on the door. 

“Coming!” The sound of your mom’s voice brings a smile to your face, but only makes Bucky’s nerves sky rocket. 

When you hear the sound of the doorknob rattling, you give in at the last moment releasing the mutual hold of your hands. In nerves you miss the gaze and frown of Bucky–– more like brush off, but you play dumb for the sake of it all.

“Y/N––” your mother starts, voice dying and a gasp let out, looking like a guppy out of water when she sees the man standing beside you. Bucky seems none the wiser. Sure he expected some kind of reaction, not like his whole isn't on blast or anything.  

She composes herself when she glances at you, but you only give her a hard stare. “Hello, I’m Lisa” 

“I’m Bucky...I got these for you, y/n said these were your favorites” he outstretched a bouquet of plumerias.

“Oh...Thank you so much, very thoughtful. Come in” Lisa moves out the way and you let Bucky walk ahead of you. You’re about to cross the doorway when you feel weedy fingers clasp your upper arm. 

“Are you out of your mind!” she whispers in your ear. 

“Can you atleast get to know him first” you tell her, catching yourself up with Bucky.

When you both were walking to the front door. The music, screaming children, so much noise was everywhere. You weren't sure how there wasn't a noise complaint from neighbours.

When you and Bucky enter the backyard to most of your family. It's like the scene from Shrek when the Kingdom meets Shrek and Fiona, as the music and everyone quiets down. You wish were joking. 

It wasn't hard to notice when everyone lit up at the sight of you and then saw the Winter Soldier right next to you. 

Bucky was trying to be patient, he was, but it was tiring getting the same reaction when you introduced him to your family. He could understand the shock of being in the same room as a murderer–– no that isn't him anymore or was never him to begin with. 

“And this is Bucky” every single time, that’s the line you used to introduce him. 

-

Now you both are at a rounded table in the shade. Your sister is next to you and her boyfriend.  Your aunt, her husband, and two of your closest cousins are around the table too. A plate of food in front of both of you, Bucky raves to your mom and aunt about how good the cooking is, warming your heart.

Other than that conversation flows like the sea, in a mismatched pattern. Your main priority being it doesn’t become too bare, but of course it all fails. But Bucky can only think about how the most affectionate one of the two (you) hasn’t tried to hold his hand once. Most likely isn’t appropriate to touch each other in front of her family, is what he comes up with. 

“So Bucky, how are you adjusting?” your sister asks.

Oh god.

“It’s going well, not everyday is easy, but I have help” he responds, smiling down at you. 

“Must be crazy how different times are, huh?” your uncle jumps in. 

“Definitely” he chuckles “All the tech is cool. I will say I thought the prices before were outrageous, but nothing beats now.”

“I’ll say” your uncle agrees. 

You sit back a grin on your face, enjoying the way conversation between everyone and Bucky flows. He was starting to get comfortable and your family was getting over their epiphany. He was making them––especially your uncle–– laugh which was an accomplishment in itself. 

“Did you have a lot of family or siblings growing up, Bucky?” your sister asks. 

You feel like you might lose your calm, why is she acting this way?

“Oh...uh. I think three. I know I had a little sister, Rebecca”

“You think?” the tilt in her voice doesn’t fly by you unnoticed. You flick her shoulder, mouthing a knock it off.

“When you’re under for so long things just start to fade y’know.” He informs her, a breathy laugh follows behind nervously as his leg bobs vigorously. 

She definitely didn’t know. No one around this table could relate. Not something the average person goes through, but Bucky wasn’t thinking too much when he let the last bit out. Everyone could see the result of that with the silence that made its way back. 

“How long have you guys known each other?” your aunt asks. You let out a breath of relief and gratitude.

“We’ve known each other for eight months” you answer.

You wish you could’ve taken Bucky’s words away next, “Dating for five” he publicized proudly. 

You shrink into yourself at the wide eyes and wilting postures of everyone around you. Of course, at that moment your mom your mom walked over. 

“Dating?!” 

“You’re dating each other” 

The shrill sound of their voices causes you to become more antsy. 

At that moment, everything clicks for him as he turns towards you, but you don't look at him. Keeping your vision on the food on your plate. 

“What?...Y/n.” you can hear the uncertainty in his voice when he calls out your name, but you won’t look at him and it’s pissing him off. 

“Y/n. Do they not know we’re together?” he asks and when you finally look at him and see the furrow of his eyebrows and the lines between them. His lips in a thin line and the grip he has on the table, the guilt goes from a bucket of water to a whole tsunami. 

Watching as your eyes wouldn't keep contact with him. Darting from his and to whatever was around him, is enough to answer his question. He stands up, he takes in how everyone gets startled and how your mother takes a step back. 

He scoffs before making his way through the house, out the door, waiting for you outside. 

You ignore the stares, keeping your head down. Rushing after Bucky. You find him standing against your car, arms crossed looking up at the sky. Taking notice of his clenched hands and the clinch of his jaw. 

“Bucky––” you start lightly. 

“I don’t want to talk right now” he swore, eyes staying ahead. 

“Well I think we should...I didn’t tell them because I didn’t want them to judge you before getting to know the actual you?”

“Were you even there?” he questions astonished, his head whipping towards you, at your claim. “That’s bullshit and you know it”

“It’s not! You’re seeing this with tunnel vision! I just wanted them to see you for you first”

“You’re embarrassed by me! You didn’t even tell your ma––god y/n, I feel like a fucking idiot.”

“I’m not embarrassed!” 

“You let go of my hand before we even walked in the house”

“Yeah so they wouldn’t know, so they could get to know you! Why aren’t you understanding?” 

You're getting frustrated and you know your voices are less than quiet. Standing in the middle of the driveway like banshees.

“You know how this shit is for me...What? So if it was Steve or fucking Sam you were bringing you wouldn’t have told your family?”

“That’s different! they’re praised wherever they go, people don’t see my bucky first they see the winter soldier. I’m sorry, but it’s true I was just trying to protect you” 

You try to hold back the tears on your face, your eyes stinging. With the way red rims his eyes, glazed over, and the rough breathing through his nose. You can tell he's trying to do the same. 

“Take me home” he demanded, it was the end for him and he had no reason to keep hearing you spew these excuses. 

“Buck?”

“I’m serious. Take me back to my apartment.” He looks away, the clue that you were going to bring him home were your footsteps distancing. 

You walk back in the house with a huff, making a beeline to the table where your bag and keys were. Thankful that the table was scarce except for your sister who watched you pick your things up, like mad. Her hand comes down on your phone when you go to grab it. 

“What?” you ask. 

“You’re leaving?” she asks.

“Of course, I’m leaving Daisy. He wants to go home, no thanks to you.”

“Me?”

“Yes you, what was up with your awful questions?” you question her.

“Excuse me for being surprised that my little sister brought an assassin to a family reunion. Let alone dating him?” she tells you, standing her ground. 

She's always been protective of you and you can understand that. Shifting the blame towards her won't do any good between you and Bucky anyway. But, you've also had enough and need to find a way to fix things. 

“I’ll call you later, tell mom I said bye” you tell her, taking a brisk glance. 

-

You both sat knee deep in silence. Everytime you tried to take a glance at Bucky he only looked ahead, saying nothing. Hand raising up, time to time, to wipe away a tear or two . When you were at a red light or stop sign , it gave you a chance to turn your head. But, everytime you tried to take a proper look at him he'd look out the window. Leaving you to turn your head back, your grip on the wheel tight.   

The moment you arrive at his complex and put the car in park, he hops out of the car. Never looking back, only grumbling, “Don’t bother calling. We’re done.”

“Bucky!” but the door slams shut and he ignores whatever you have to say. 

He meant that with every being in his heart. Any time you tried to call he let it ring until it came to the point where he blocked your number. You got the hint and hadn’t seen him since.

i’ve been sitting on this for sooo long, ofc my first bucky fic is angst

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[so-this-happened-i-guess]

Detective, guide me?

[Goro Akechi x Reader]

Summary: You’re visiting your cousin who lives in Tokyo and you just happen to meet the Detective Prince, Goro Akechi.

Warnings: NONE

Author’s Note: I feel like we need more of Akechi, am i right? Sure I am. Just a short story, please bear with me.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32248585

“Like I said, cousin, I have literally no idea where I am or where I am supposed to be going,“ you huffed as you talked to your beloved cousin on the phone, while also being completely lost in Shibuya. Well, it seemed like such a good idea to visit him while he was here during his probation. Now you were not so sure anymore as you stood completely dumbfounded next to the famous Buchiko statue.

Out of self pity you reached to rub the dog’s paw, listening to your cousin’s attempt to give you the easiest possible directions. Easy, my ass, you thought bitterly.

You eyed the people go on and about their business and you caught yourself spacing out, suddenly the voice that spoke to you on the phone became a white noise.

“You got that? Just make sure you get to Yongen-Jaya. I can pick you up there at the station...“ your cousin hummed, a cat-like noise in the background that made you think the cat was telling him something. Ha, ridiculous. Thank Anime for those thoughts.

You blinked once - then twice. You felt hot and cold at the same time and you glanced around nervously. What was it he just said?

“Uh- yeah! Got’cha! No prob. Be there. Y-Yongen-Chia- was it?” you stuttered.

“What? No, Yongen-Jaya. Good luck, I gotta do something now,” your cousin laughed. “I trust you can do it!”

“W-wait- wait don’t hang up- Wait- Yongen-Jaya- how there?” you called desperately but the call was already disconnected.

Awesome-- you’re doomed. Were you supposed to just call a taxi? Surely that’d be the best course of action-

You had to look very lost and pathetic, because a young man approached you. You weren’t paying him much attention at first, frantically searching on your phone for any help internet could give you.

“I apologise for eavesdropping,“ the man said, forcing you to look up at him. You realised two things: his voice sweet like sugar and his face as handsome as that detective’s you saw on the TV just the other day-- huh, what?

“You were.. eavesdropping..? On me?“ you questioned suspiciously.

“Oh yes, how rude of me, I know. I overheard you’re headed to... Yongen-Jaya?“ he asked, giving you a sweet smile.

“You’re hearing things, sir,“ you remained cautious as you looked up and down his slim figure. You noticed the familiar uniform he was wearing, the attaché case with an A. in a circle. The reddish-brown eye colour that somehow reminded you of red wine.

He laughed softly, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“My, I understand your concerns, but let me assure you, I approached you with good intentions. I, myself, am headed there. There’s this restaurant I’d like to visit.“ he hummed, still smiling.

Well, you should’t look given horse in the mouth if he was offering to help, right?

“What’s your name, sir?“ you mumbled, at this point just making sure.

This question seemed to take him by surprise as he blinked at you, his shock bringing you just a little satisfaction.

“Goro Akechi, Miss. I am-“

“Oh, so it is you,” you gasped quietly, covering your mouth. “Sure have guts talking to random person on the street. Should I start screaming that I see ‘the Detective Prince’?“ you teased, really just testing his intentions.

“Please don’t. Don’t you need help getting somewhere?” he smiled innocently, which took the wind out of your sails.

You nodded, defeated.

“Let me help you.”

With that, you followed Goro Akechi.

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The train was packed.

You could not believe the amount of people that managed to squeeze in, and it was even more shocking to you that it felt comforting when the detective stood between you and the others, shielding you from the rest of the passengers, as you stood with your back pressed against the train’s window.

Admittedly, it was a little weird having his hands just centimetres away from your head on both the left and the right side of you, but he was steadying himself from falling or being pushed on you. What a gentleman.

In return, you were holding his briefcase.

“I apologise, i didn’t think it’d be quite this crowded at this hour in the evening,“ Akechi mumbled, as if annoyed by the others.

“It’s alright, not your fault,“ you offered him a shy smile.

Akechi smiled back at you, keeping as much distance as he could when he felt someone’s backpack press into his back, forcing him closer to you. He still tried to keep calm.

“You know, you seem more patient on TV,“ you thought out loud.

“I try,“ he mumbled, eyeing you as you let out a quiet giggle. Well, that was cute.

"So, you said you're going to some restaurant?" you asked, fancying the idea of trying to have a small talk with the detective.

"It's famous for curry and coffee," Akechi nodded.

That made you pause a little. You were pretty sure your cousin was saying that exact same thing. Curry and coffee of the best quality. A restaurant located in a back alley with a French-like name. Hmm, name. What was it called again?

"-- anyways, in case you were interested, thats the restaurant's name," you caught the last portion of whatever Akechi was saying.

"Huh?" you blinked up at him, now actually feeling his breath on your skin as the crowd made him close the distance between the two of you almost completely. Centimetres apart, literally.

For reasons unknown, you felt your cheeks heat up. On the other side, it was pretty warm these days and the train was pretty full. Yup.

"Quite the habit of not listening, huh? I wonder if you have in common with whoever you're visiting," Akechi voiced his thoughts with a small snicker, either ignoring or not noticing the blush on your face.

Don't be stupid, he was a detective, he had to notice--

“No, not really. He’s a really good listener, actually,“ you shook your head slightly, gripping Akechi’s case tighter.

Akechi didn’t answer verbally, giving you a small nod instead. At this point his elbows were bent and his forearms also rested against the window. So close.  You were pretty you’ve read about scenes like those online.

“Can I know his name and your destination, then? I could just escort you there, seeing how close we’ve gotten over our short ride,” Akechi said, an almost amused look on his face when you choked on your saliva. He meant literally. He meant literally!

“Akira Kurusu. Uhh, I am not sure what the place is called-“

“Akira Kurusu?“ Akechi blinked.

You nodded shyly. Did you say something wrong? Surely not?

“Then, assuming you weren’t listening when I first mentioned the restaurant’s name, are you headed to LeBlanc?“

Your gasp was all he needed to hear and you heard him sigh, mutter a quiet ‘Seriously,’ under his breath.

“Is there something wrong?“ you frowned a little. “Do you know my cousin?“

“Ah yeah, We... have met. A few times, actually. Yes.“ Akechi gritted through his teeth quietly. Well, what a full 180° turn in the atmosphere.

You couldn’t help but giggle. This was quite interesting. You loved to annoy your cousin and seeing Akechi’s partially annoyed expression gave you ideas.

Maybe you found a partner in crime.

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Akechi helped you step out of the train, holding your wrist tenderly as he pulled you aside as the crowd flowed through the station. He held your wrist for a bit, watching the people exit and enter the train.

“Here, your thing,“ you mumbled, pushing the briefcase into his free hand, letting him hold onto your wrist as long as he thought was necessary.

“Hmhm,“ he nodded. He fell quiet after he confirmed your destination and Akira’s name.

“Does it bother you that much?“ you asked.

“Does what bother me?“ he frowned a little.

“That Akira’s my cousin, that you volunteered to take me to LeBlanc,” you shrugged nonchalantly, noticing he still didn’t let go of your wrist.

“You said it, I volunteered - and I am headed there too, either way. And it was just... an unexpected information, don’t make it a big deal,“ he mumbled, looking around. “Let’s get going.“

Holding your wrist, he pulled you along, avoiding people as he followed the path he knew so well.

What a tsundere, you thought. That meant Akira knew this man too, then, right? You’d ask him later. Now, all you could do was drag yourself behind this fast paced detective.

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“(Y/N)- finally- why didn’t you call m---“ Akira paused in whatever he was about to say as was left speechless after he just opened the door to LeBlanc to greet you - and Akechi who was still holding your wrist-- wait, what?

“Cousin!“ you beamed, throwing yourself at Akira who caught you in his arms, holding you close - and you realised it was because he was just kind of glaring at the man who guided you here.

“Hello, Kurusu,“ Akechi faked his famous TV smile. “I apologise for this late intrusion, but I happened to run into (Y/N) here and seeing the lost look in your cousin’s eyes, I couldn’t not-help,“ he explained, oh so sweetly.

Akira rolled his eyes, glancing at you as he held your shoulders.

“I’m really sorry, Akira! I just felt so bad calling or texting you again, it felt so embarrassing! And he happened to be headed the same way!“ you apologised as you wiggled out of Akira’s hold.

“... Sure, alright. Uh. I will make you coffee on the house, tomorrow?“ Akira mumbled to Akechi who beamed in response.

“Splendid, how kind of you, Kurusu.”

“Yeah. Uh, (Y/N)... I will ... just...  prepare your dinner, you must be hungry... uh... say thanks to Akechi...?“ Akira mumbled, actually unsure how to talk to the detective when you were present. He turned on his heels, shaking his head as he went inside the restaurant.

You glanced at Akira and then turned to Akechi who crossed arms over his chest.

“Thank you so much for the help. I am sure I’d be still at Shibuya station if it weren’t for you!“ you laughed nervously.

Akechi gave you a small nod.

The silence stretched, but you weren’t sure you wanted to say goodbye to the detective-guide that you met today.

You grasped all of the courage you could as you leant to peck Akechi’s cheek quickly.

“Please, be my guide again, sometime soon, detective,“ you smiled sweetly and then rushed inside the restaurant to bother your cousin.

Akechi stood outside with a dumbfounded expression, eyes wide as he watched you disappear inside LeBlanc. He blinked once, then twice, as a smile spread on his face. His gloved fingertips touched his cheek where your lips touched his skin.

“I’d love that,“ he mumbled, to no one in particular.

[galaxysupreme17]

Hold On

Olivia Benson X Daughter Reader!

TRIGER WARNNING! Cutting/Bullying/attempted suicide. So this isn’t my first time writing but it is my first time posting on here. I write a lot of stories manly about my favorite tv shows/characters. Anyway this is a short story about being Olivia Benson’s Daughter and having depression and someone keeps leaving notes telling you to kill yourself. Olivia is currently a detective around season 14. If you guys have any request send them in and I will write them! 

As you walk through the walls of your high school trying to keep your head down, not wanting to be seen, you walk up to your locker and open it. A bunch of notes come flowing out of it. You squat down, pick them up, and read through them. 

“No wonder your mom is ever around. It’s probably because you are a horrible no good person” and another “my god just go kill yourself” and another “the world would be a better place if you weren’t here.” 

After reading all of them you quickly shoved them into your bag and shut your locker. You walk home and as fast as possible open your apartment door. You run to your bedroom and burst into tears.

 You have been getting these notes for months and slowly you have been believing them. You have your own personal bullies. Their names are Holly and Jamie. They make your life a living hell as often as they can.

 Holly is the captain of the cheerleaders and Jamie is captain of the football team. You open your bag, after drying your tears, and pull out the notes putting them with the others, which are in a box on your desk right next to the picture of you and your mom. 

You smile at the picture through your tear eyes and pull out a pen and paper. You quickly write down a suicide note and leave it on the counter in the kitchen for Olivia to find.

 You then walk to the bathroom and pull out a bottle of pills and your razor. Before doing anything you think about your life.

Olivia was the best mother in the world. Always coming to every performance of every musical and always being there when you needed her. She would be there when you woke up and when you went to bed. 

You remember going to the park when it was snowing and the rest of the squad went and you and Fin ganged up on Cragen throwing snowballs at him. Then the bullying started and your depression and anxiety got worse. You dropped theatre and show choir because you didn’t feel the joy of singing anymore.

 After a little bit of thinking you continued with your plan. You took the razor and slid it across your arms and legs watching as the blood came running down. You grab the bottle of pills and start taking them; at first one by one but then continued until even after you started to feel dizzy. Within in minutes you passed out on the floor. 

~With Olivia~

Olivia finally got off work just ready to be home. She was happy because she was finally going to have an evening with you. She had planned to let you pick dinner then you both would curl up on the couch and finish watching Gilmore Girls. You started that show together loving it because it reminded you both of your relationship with each other.

 You were Rory and Olivia was Lorelai. The memory makes Olivia smile as she drives home. As soon as she parks her car and heads the flight of stairs, she gets a sickening feeling in her gut telling her something is wrong. Olivia rushes to the door and fumbles with her keys to get the door open. Finally, after struggling, she gets the door open and walks inside.

 “Y/n! Y/n Where are you?” Olivia sets her stuff down and sees the note, it reads. 

“Dear Mom, I am so sorry for this. I just can’t take it anymore. The real reason I quit theatre and show choir was because I have been bullied. For awhile now actually. I just cannot stand to live another day. They keep telling me it is for the best that I die and I believe that is true. Just now that I did fight. I fought for so long. I truly just cannot continue fighting. Know that I love you and none of this is your fault, I know you are going to blame yourself for not seeing it sooner but I am serious, none of this is your fault. I just can’t continue on. I don’t think I can continue on, I feel numb and like no one wants me. I love you momma never forget that.” By the end Olivia had tears streaming down her face as she ran to the bathroom banging on the door, 

“Y/n! Please stay with me baby please! Open the door Y/n!” Olivia yelled.

 Pulling out her phone she called 911 and busted down the door. As soon as she saw your body laying on the floor she broke. Immediately, Oliva checked for a pulse which was weak but there. 

“Please don’t leave me baby! Hold on baby-girl please! I love you so much sweetheart!” Oliva cried as she began doing CPR. 

The ambulance soon showed up and the took you and Olivia to the hospital. Olivia called Fin and asked to go check your bedroom for anything and bring it to the hospital. Of course Fin immediately jumped and ran when he heard what happened. Fin was still at the precinct when Liv called and Cragen happened to also be there. 

Fin told Cragen everything and the two took off to go to Liv’s apartment then the hospital. Once the found the notes from your classmates and the suicide note they drove to the hospital. Olivia was waiting in the waiting room and when she saw Fin and Cragen she stood up again, on the verge of tears.

“Liv what happened?” Cragen asks looking her. Oliva cleared her through trying not to cry.

 “I uhh had this feeling something was wrong and when I finally got into the apartment I saw umm the note. I ran to the bathroom and the door was locked so I called 911 and broke down the door. She was just laying there *her voice cracks* y/n looked to helpless it broke me.” Olivia explains and starts crying again. 

Fin pulls her in for a hug and they all three just stand there. Olivia walked away to call Rachel your best friend. Rachel Cabot is Alex Cabot’s daughter and your best friend. The two of you have been through thick and thin together. Olivia knew she needed to call Alex and Rachel so they could be here. 

After calling Alex, who said they would be down there soon, Olivia returned to the waiting room where your doctor came walking out. “Olivia Benson?” She asked softly. 

“That’s me” Olivia said standing and walking forward. “Hi! I’m Arizona Robbins. So me and my team were able to pump Y/n stomach and stich up their wounds. They are still asleep and it might be awhile before they wake up but I can take you back to see them if you want” 

“Yes please” Olivia says letting out a breath that she didn’t know she was holding. As soon as they reached your room, Olivia covered her mouth trying not to cry. She sat next to your bed and held your hand, not wanting to let go. 

Hours later you woke up not knowing where you were. Olivia felt you moving and immediately jumped looking at you with a soft smile. 

“Mommy?” You say barley above a whisper. “Yes baby I’m right here” Olivia says wiping the tears away.

~Days Later~ 

You were sitting on the couch reading your favorite book Little Women. “Y/n can I talk to you about something serious?” Olivia asks walking over and sitting on the coffee table in front of you. “What is it?” You ask setting your book down and turning and looking at her. 

“If you don’t want to talk about it I completely understand but, why didn’t you tell me about the notes from the kids at school?” Olivia asks looking at you watching your facial expressions. 

“I don’t know. I just felt like if you saw them you would agree or would tell me I’m just being dramatic and over reacting.” You say trying not to cry.

“Listen to me Y/n; I will always be here for you to talk or just to cry. I don’t ever want you to feel like you can’t come to me. You are my daughter and I never ever want you to feel like I would judge or yell at you. I love you so much baby” Olivia says opening her arms causing you to jump into her arms hugging her. 

“Thank you. I love you too mom” You smile as she tightens her grip around you.

[afandommultiverse]

Enemies - Zora Ideale

word count - 2.5k

request - Z3ll0us

warnings - uhh none really, language probably, just some fluff

a/n - ya'll, my bad, I'm not dead just not creative, I somehow came up with this in the matter of like 5 months, and it's still shit I'm sorry guys, but I hope you all enjoy! Btw I'm going to be trying my best to come back!💕

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It seemed no matter where he went, no matter what job it was if they were there, there was no chance for him. How many bounties had he lost? How many relics had they stolen right from under him for contracts? Zora was sick of it and made it a rule to himself that he would drop everything and turn the other way when he saw them, but what was even the point? Because no matter where he went, they were always there.

Even now, a member of the Black Bulls, he was having a hard time holding back from releasing magic spells. He wanted them gone, at least that is what he thought. Why else would he get this burning feeling looking at them to speak to Magna like they have been friends for years? But, of course, Zora could never tell them. However, he wanted them to talk to him like that, not like he was just some scum on the bottom of their shoes, but it is not like all he has done has exactly helped his relationship with them, which brought him to his current predicament.

"With who?" Zora could not believe his luck. Of course, he was going to be with them. What else would the fates do but trick and play with him? His suffering must be amusing. Yami puffed on his cigarette as he handed Zora a pack of mission information.

"You are with Y/n. Now go find them and get on; I forgot about that one under some stacks of papers, due dates in 3 days." Yami kicked Zora out of his office and left him there to stare at the door as he thought about how fucked the next four days would be for him.

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It was a cave expedition. Some wild animals had been going in there and coming out with big mana. It was beginning to make it dangerous for the surrounding villages who hunted wild game to put dinner on the table. But, thank the gods, Yami had cleaned off his desk; if not, who knows what kind of trouble the guild would have been in the next few days.

Walking to their room, Zora had heavy feet, which seemed only to get more weighted and weighted as he got closer to their door. Then he heard their laugh vibrating through the walls and ringing out to the hall where he could listen, halting his step and his heartbeat. Zora swallowed a knot before bringing his hand up to the door and knocking heavily. He heard their steps before the door opened, and they stared at him, sitting into their hip and glaring.

"What?" They seethed, narrowing their eyes as if looking for a trick. He sighed and handed them the folder, not even bothering to mess with them right now; they will prove him wrong later anyways.

"Be ready in thirty minutes." And then he walked away.

Y/n P.O.V

I watched Zora skulk away, a different air around him, almost defeated. I frowned before closing the door and turning back to the guest.

"Who was that?" A friend of mine from hell, a tiny demoness who specialized in brews and potions. Aliza was her name, and she was a stout little thing with filled-out curves and gorgeous maroon skin that glowed. Her nails were sharp and black, seeming to glitter in the light as she lifted her cup, which was much more prominent in her little red hands. Red swirly horns curled around her ears before pointing up in effortless black points that seemed to drip back down her horns like minor oil spills. Most enticing were her pink eyes, slit-like a cat and equally as sharp.

"Zora, a team member." I settled back down in my seat in front of her and sipped my tea. Her tail swished around her curiously as she stared at me pointedly. Since she was so short, she had to stand on the table to see eye to eye; she looked adorable under the flowers in the vase sitting at the center of the table.

"Just a team member?" Her pink eyes seemed to glint in knowing, knowing what? I did not know. I eyed her suspiciously as I finished up my meal.

"Yeah. Just a team member who, by the way, gets on my nerves sometimes and is a huge asshole." I took the final sip from my tea and gathered the dishes before throwing them through a portal to hell. Aliza looked unimpressed as she watched me close the said portal. "What?"

"You cannot keep expecting Helltower to keep doing your dishes." I grinned, dusting off my hands and moving to change.

"Of course I can! He loves me! Plus, I always repay him with little trinkets from the middle world." I mused, throwing on my guild cape and walking out of the room, Aliza following me. Her heels clicked on the stone hall as she followed me, surprisingly keeping up for being so small.

"Where are you going?" She continued to drink her tea, which she had reheated with a small flame in her hand.

"Some mission, talk shit later, okay?" She laughed before slipping through a small red vortex in front of her effortlessly, and I continued to meet Zora.

It has been silent ever since we started walking, stale moods rising from both of us. Yami had mentioned that the mission would be within walking distance. What he had failed to mention was that he thought thirty-five miles was within walking distance, which brought us here, stumbling on the only trail that would lead us to the village in need. Wind around us blew softly, whistling through the trees and making the leaves above our heads shutter and shake. Orange and yellow leaves were falling overhead to frame our little journey. Now and then, deer or a rabbit would hop across a few feet ahead of us, some even stopping to stare at us with their beady eyes before walking off.

As silent as it was between us, the forest made up plenty of sounds, birds chirping tiny tunes to each other from the high treetops. We had even heard the roars of hogs fighting by a pond over a mate. We stopped to watch them for a second but continued a little after. Eventually, Zora let out an irritated sigh and walked over to a tall, thick tree, probably hundreds of old- and kicked it so hard, the roots ripped out from the ground, well, mostly. Before any dirt or rocks could hit us, Zora quickly set up a magic circle and reflected it all. I watched in astonishment and confusion. What the hell was he doing? Then, as dozens of birds flew away from the scene, scared of such commotion, he spoke.

"Cut this for me, dear?" I scoffed at the nickname, trying to ignore the sweet pound of my heart that followed after his raspy voice wrapped around that word in an unreasonable amount of attractiveness. Then I thought of a particular pair of pink cat eyes glinting at me. So I shuffled forward, opting instead of asking questions to pull an ax out of a small portal. "I always forget your weapons are double the size of Cap'n Yami." He muttered off to the side, watching as I walked up to the top of the tree and measured up the ax to swing. As I swung down on the trunk, cutting it just as it began to branch out, I heard a low whistle, and secondly, his footsteps walking along the tree trunk back to me.

"Clean shot, doll." He grinned down at me, then looked back at the severed trunks. "We'll take the long one for the rest of the ride, whaddya say?" He asked, reaching down to pull me up. What the hell is going on? As I gripped his hand, I was almost in a trance, confused and running through millions of thoughts. Setting my body on auto-pilot as I tried to figure out why the hell he was so lovely. Which, in the end, was a bad idea, or maybe a good one.

My foot slipped, and just when I thought I was going to eat shit, a specific pair of hands gripped me, pulling me up fast. We fell back, landing against the wood hard; well, Zora did at least.

"Fuck." He groaned, rubbing his head before looking up at me, his mischievous eyes and smile gone, there laid concern. "Are you okay?" He moved me off of him gently, surprisingly not making any inappropriate comments on our position.

"You saved me," I spoke, still flabbergasted with what happened and the events leading up to it.

"Yeah, it didn't look like it was gonna be a soft fall, sweetheart." He stood up, convinced that I was all right, and gave me a hand again, this time watching me intensely as if I would misstep again. After I was up, he walked away, going to the head of the tree to fill it with mana. Slowly, the trunk began to rise, higher and higher, until we were above the surrounding trees. Green leaves blocking the view of the forest floor we once stood on, and a soft sunset began in front of us. The trunk began to move forward, slowly speeding up before staying steady. The wind whipped my hair around, along with a few of my things, making me hold on to them tightly after tying up what I could of my hair. I walked up to Zora again, coming to sit beside him. The trunk was thick enough for us to sit side by side, but it was a tight fit nonetheless. So as I settled beside him, he moved slightly for me, but our legs stayed glued to each other.

"If you could just do this the entire time, why didn't you just leave me back there?" I laughed it off, so used to him being a pain in the ass, and it is not like it would not be the first time he screwed me over in some way. Our relationship was not one of the niceties or cordial words. So often, you would find us fighting or screaming to see the other because of something they did, which eventually leads to a fight. Zora did not look at me for a bit, but when he did, I wished he had never turned his head. His eyes were sullen, sad, and overthinking, foggy with millions of thoughts that looked to be running through his head. The evident frown that towed down his face bothered me, so used to the shit-eating grin he pranked me or others, or when after putting someone in their place.

"I guess I can be really mean sometimes, huh?" I did not know his voice could be so soft. Honestly, I was surprised I heard him at all, but I did and could not stop thinking about it. I did not feel it necessary to talk after that, instead finally shutting my trap and moving on to watch the sunset. Colors blurred and blended across the sky, framing the mountains and trees rising to kiss the sky. It was quite the sight with bright pinks, oranges, and even some purple painted across the blue sky. When we reached the village, the sun was long gone, replaced by the moon, just as bright and beautiful with specks of stars across the sky. At some point, I remember getting bored and searching for the different zodiacs and patterns defined by the stars. As soon as I had found my sign, the tree trunk began to descend.

The trees we once flew over surrounded us and shut us off from the sky once again as we settled on the forest floor. The tiny little path we had been following earlier continued beside us, looking as it had when we left it hours ago. Up ahead, I could see the village glowing lively. Its name is written proudly on a wooden sign almost overcome at the bottom in ivy. However, before we got there, I opened my big mouth again.

"I don't blame you for being so mean; I mean, I would be mean too if my guild partner beat me at everything." That is not how it was supposed to come out, I mean, I was genuinely trying to be nice, but I did not filter the words that left my mouth before. Zora's head turned to me, eyes gaunt and eerie, his brilliant smile no longer on display.

"You wanna run that by me again, Doll?" The venom that surrounded the once cheery nickname made my stomach drop. I felt backed against a corner with miles surrounding me to run off. Quickly I tried to explain what I meant.

"Wait, Zora, that's not what I meant- not how I-"

"No, I think I got it doll, you just think you're that much better than me, huh? So what, you got to some quests before me, stolen relics under my nose, and joined my guild, passing me up in less than four months. I don't care, Honey, 'cause ain't nobody better than me- 'cause ain't no one like me! I don't care how much mana you have, how many spells you cast, how skilled you are, or how fucking perfect you are! None of that is gonna change no matter how gorgeous you are!" Zora's eyes widen, and he clenched his mouth shut, turning away with a growl and turning to walk off toward the village ahead of us.

"You think I'm perfect?" I called out, watching him stop and turn back to look at me. Zora's face was blank as he spoke.

"Are you telling me that out of ALL that, that is the only thing that stuck?" He scoffed, and his eyes narrowed slightly, sharp jaws sent in a deep frown. I walked up to him and stopped a step ahead of him. I held out my hand slowly, making sure I held eye contact with him.

"Truce?" Zora looked at my hand, astonished, which slowly melted away and revealed mixed relief and annoyance. Then, finally, he moved to grip my hand and shake it firmly.

"Truce. Whoa-" I yanked Zora forward, pulling him close, catching his surprised blue eyes before closing my own and going in for a kiss. Fortunately, Zora fell into it almost too easily, slipping his arms around me tight and returning the kiss with a bottled fever. However, after a few seconds, he pushed back, letting me go.

"W-What was that for?" I stared at him, lips still buzzing slightly from the contact.

"I don't know; it felt like the right thing to do. I think you're perfect, handsome too."