#and only months before then you and this rival would barely interact with each other…..

[rockafstw]

Sometimes I remember Prost has said Senna told him things that he promised to never repeat to anyone and I go “Hm.”

[class1akids]

could you explain to me bakugou and todorokis friendship bc I don't really understand it.

I imagine bakugou would remind shoto of endeavor which would stear him away. Especially bc at the start it wasn't just talk specifically with deku. And I feel like todoroki of all people would recognize bakugou as a bully . Not to mention what bakugou said to todoroki before the sports festival (and while yes I know deku said the same thing, it pissed todoroki off and todoroki only responded positively when deku said something affirming).

And from bakugous side, todoroki made him insecure bc from bakugous perspective he was effortlessly better than him in every way and we saw with bakugous apology to deku that this feeling never went away. Bakugi was always challenging deku and todoroki only while he was "normal" to the rest of the class b deku and todoroki were the only ones that made him feel threatened. And then when bakugou started changing (the same time endevour did) he realised just how simlliar he is to endeavor and that's who he will become if he doesn't change his mindset. And sharing similaraties to todorokis abuser I can imagine would deter him from that friendship even more as it would enhance his quilt.

Now I will admit I don't understand bakugous character as well as other which is why I maybe struggling to understand this friendship.

You are actually explaining quite well their starting points. Out of everyone in the class, they are definitely not friends at first (well, neither of them have friends at the start and neither of them think they want friends - fools). As they both grow and change, their perspective changes too and it's a bit of a slow burn, but I'd say they are already more or less friends by the end of the remedial classes / start of the Endeavor internship (though Bakugou still furiously denies it), and they are definitely good friends by post-PLF War, when Izuku leaves UA.

As you say, initially Todoroki is someone who shakes Bakugou's confidence and increases his insecurities further by focusing on Izuku rather than him as "rival". While Shouto barely acknowledges Bakugou's existence. Even after Shouto beat Deku, he keeps thinking about him, because he challenged him at the core of his ideals, while Bakugou is unable to reach that part of Shouto yet.

So the SF final happens the way it does - a failure for both of them in a way. Bakugou walks away thinking that Todoroki looks down on him and is angry about it, while Shouto senses that he hurt Bakugou, but he doesn't really know what to do about it.

Things slowly start to change in the Forest arc, with Shouto's clumsy attempts to interact with Bakugou, then them being paired in the fight against Moonfish which gives them more insight into each other. And Shouto being a co-instigator of the Bakugou rescue, their move in the dorm, and quickly they are at the licensing exam which they both fail.

Then the remedial classes start - and while we only saw a single class, this is something they did every week for months, just the two of them, going to that class, having to go through the humiliation together. It's a forced proximity where they first annoy each other, but they also give each other a safe way to work on themselves and on the difficult relationships they need to fix for their own growth.

Bakugou has quite a few similarities with Endeavor, but there are also big differences: there is no power imbalance between them and Bakugou never abused Shouto. In fact, Bakugou's attitude is completely wasted on Shouto - he's never intimated of him. But observing Bakugou, seeing his strong points - like his great battle tactics, perseverance, quirk mastery, ambition - gives Shouto a chance to observe these characteristics his father also has, and disentangle them from it belonging to Endeavor, to seeing their value and seeing them as tools he could use for himself without becoming his father.

On the other side, Bakugou gets to interact with Todoroki, who has a lot of similarities to Izuku. Underneath his blunt demeanour, Shouto is also ridiculously kind to the people who hurt him and most importantly, he's an abuse victim too. He can be both at the same time - insanely strong, someone Bakugou sees as equal, and also someone who is a victim of abuse. And because Bakugou didn't hurt Shouto, interacting with him, trying out his little steps in empathy is not layered with guilt like his complicated interactions with Deku.

With distance, it's easier to navigate Shouto's mess, but watching the Todoroki family also provides a perspective on his own - a warning in the shape of Endeavor of what he doesn't want to be.

I think from Shouto's side, it's clear that he's been considering Bakugou as his friend for a long time by the end of the remedial arc. Bakugou is a tsundere (so his characterization includes being uncomfortable with squishy feelings like friendships, and is always hiding his motives and intentions). But it doesn't fool Shouto much, because he's someone who primarily looks at actions not words.

But in any case, after the war, Bakugou drops a lot of his attitude and becomes more authentic about his feelings, including more openly friends with Shouto.

I think choosing to support him on their last night before the final war, making him laugh on what may easily be the last night of their lives is a meaningful proof of the long way they have come together .

It's a friendship that the story spent a lot of time with (compared to a lot of the other, easier bonds where characters sort of become friends somewhere in the background and then are just hanging out), working out their relationship from the rocky start, being there as partners and witnesses through some of the biggest lows of each other's lives, getting their licenses together, experiencing milestones and emotional moments together, seeing each other grow and change and stumble through fixing the relationships they struggle with.

I think for us, in the tdbk/bktd part of the fandom, this difficult journey, the ways they fit and the ways they are different is all part of the draw of this dynamic. Also, they are also just truly funny together. There is a hilarious energy of their odd duo and I guess it's something either you are into or not.

Some people prefer sweet / soft friendships, while Todoroki and Bakugou are definitely a cat and dog kind of friendship (even by HK's own illustrations) with its own particular vibe and energy.

[carnivorousyandeere]

Wait a minute, did I remember to ask for possessive/jellous headcanons for the librarian, Felicity? (Dyslexia hates this name /lh) if nit I simply must! A librarian cat has ti be an interesting person when jealous!

Also hi! Hope you're doing well after the while sick thing

Also got cowgirl brainrot, but thats for later ;3c

Thank you, Alice~! I’m doing much better now. Hope you’re doing well, too ☺️ (You can also call her Fee or Fifi, if it helps any— she’d be over the moon to receive a cute nickname from her Darling~)

Felicity is an incredibly shy and skittish person, the type of yan who quietly follows her Darling for at least a few months before she even thinks of trying to speak to them. Especially when you’re in the library she works at— Felicity’s heart races every time you come in. She follows you throughout the building, keeping just a few shelves’ distance between you, trying not to hyperventilate at your closeness.

And the whole time, her jealousy eats her alive.

Every time you need help finding something in the library, and she’s too shy to offer to help, she grits her teeth and clenches her fists until her nails or cat claws dig into her palms, watching as one of her coworkers helps you instead. Felicity will use her jobs as a way to follow you— if you frequent a different library or bookstore, she’ll apply there instead. And she follows you outside of work, too, a jealous and silently-seething shadow you can never quite get a good look at.

Felicity had really only taken the position as a librarian to pay rent and fill time. Her real passion lies in writing. Throughout the first few weeks of following you, she manages to write novel-length romantic adventures with you and her as the leads— saving each other from dragons and loveless engagements to other people— but as time wears on, and her sleepless nights stretch on to write and watch you sleep, her pen slows.

Fee isn’t much for technology, barely tolerating the old desktops of the library and the one in her house that she uses to finalize manuscripts. Her writing is contained in notebooks upon notebooks, red and pink cursive filling the pages with a passionate slant. The longer she watches you, sees you interacting with other people, the more her stories begin to include the suffering she wishes would befall anyone else who gets too close to you. She fills pages upon pages of wishing those others were dead in the dirt for daring to disgrace your mind with their empty words and lay their filthy hands on your perfect form. She doesn’t deserve you— but neither do they.

Other pages are simply filled with your name, scrawled over and over again, increasingly messily.

One day she breaks down, thinking of the way you’d smiled at someone else yet again. Her pen breaks from her grip, ink soaking into the pages of her beloved notebook. Felicity sobs once, then twice, tears plopping onto the already ruined pages. Her claws tear at the edges of the notebook. She finds that she can’t write much at all for a while after that, even with a new notebook.

She wishes you would just smile at her like that, just once. Then she would be satisfied— not like those other greedy people, who steal so much of your time and attention.

But of course, one smile and one moment could never truly be enough for her, either.

~~~~

Felicity is not the type to confront her rivals directly. Mostly, she will write about them dying in increasingly horrible ways with that morbid enthusiasm of hers, then write you and her living happily ever after, opting to stay in a beautiful fantasy world rather than confront reality. That won’t satisfy her jealousy forever, though. She’s the type to begin to stalk people close to you, too, and she’ll begin to blackmail them and leave them threatening letters to get them to stay away from you. Even though she feels she can’t have you, that she doesn’t deserve you, she can certainly make sure that nobody else can have you either.

[dxf]

internet secret | one. (m.)

college! au pairing: kim yugyeom x reader parts: one. | two. | three. description: you are a college student in need of making easy money. without jeopardizing your future or reputation, you decide to become a sex worker on onlyfans. you soon find out that the man you hate, kim yugyeom, randomly chooses to subscribe. but he doesn’t know who you are.  warnings: this series contains mature language and will include sexual topics. read at your own risk words: 2.4k  disclaimer: i do remember specifically reading a series on here that is the same idea. i would give credit to the creator of the series, but i do not remember their tag on here. and i can’t find it anywhere in my likes. if possible, i would like to know the creator so i can give credit where it’s due. so if anyone knows the original author, please tell me so i can appropriately credit them. 

you were the first one in your immediate family to go to college. a four-year university. your family celebrated and congratulated you, but it was difficult to grasp that you were going away. it’s been a couple of months since then. you’ve moved into a modest apartment with your money, but you knew that your waitressing job wouldn’t cover the bills. so you decided to make some extra cash through onlyfans. you knew that you could be caught quickly by the students, the staff, and even family members. but no one has really noticed because of how you do your makeup and the surplus of wigs you have. it’s your only secret. 

you’ve never dreaded coming to school before you met him. kim yugyeom. he’s never liked you for some reason. you’ve always kept your distance and barely interacted with him. his three friends, bambam, jeon jungkook, and jeong jaehyun, are always surrounding him. despite barely interacting with him, he’s always hated your guts. you then decide to hate him back. it’s a bit petty, sure, but who cares. unfortunately, you’re in the same class, and some of your classes overlap with his.

“hey y/n. you’re in my spot,” yugyeom says, hovering over you. you continue to sit there, ignoring what he has to say. starting an argument in the middle of the classroom is something you rather not do. “earth to y/n? did you hear me?”

“last time i remembered, the professor didn’t have assigned seating. besides, i’ve been sitting here for the quarter. so find somewhere else to sit,” you retort.

judging the look on his face, it seems that your answer did not please him. “i don’t care if you’ve been sitting here for the quarter. i decided that i wanted to sit here today. so move.”

“no yugyeom, sit where you normally sit. and please leave me alone.”

you felt his gaze on you, even though you weren’t looking at him. causing a scene in front of everyone would be left field of you, but you still wanted to put him in his place. “fine. but you’re not getting off the hook this time,” he mutters. not once did he turn away from you. it felt like he was staring right into your soul. not like you had one in the first place. perhaps yugyeom was just a high school bully who never grew out of that phase in college. but you didn’t want to find out since you didn’t care. if he tried to bully people to get his way, so be it.

after class, you made your way back home since it was the day’s last class. thankfully, you didn’t have a waitressing shift at your other job. you’re always contemplating why you keep that job since being a cam girl made you more money. then you remembered that you needed a backup plan to tell relatives. you wish they weren’t so damn nosy all the time, but alas, you can’t control what other people do. your business is yours, so why care about others. 

once you get home, the first thing you do is take a steamy shower. it’s probably your favorite part of the day. you’re not sitting for long periods in a classroom or dealing with yugyeom’s nasty attitude. you couldn’t wrap your head around why he didn’t like you. it would make sense if you guys were high school rivals, competing with each other on who’s better, but it wasn’t until this year that you met. your first encounter with him was rather nice, in your opinion. you both greeted each other and sat next to each other in history. his body language read as friendly as if he wanted to make more friends. now you realize it was just a facade he put on. hopefully, you weren’t the only one who yugyeom decided to harass. but at the same time, you didn’t care to ask other classmates if he treated them the same way. asking meant you cared and only makes you seem desperate. 

since you didn’t have to go into the restaurant today, you decided to make some extra cash at home through onlyfans. coming out of the hot, steamy shower meant for great content. you snap a few photos without your face, of course, and post them on the site. because of your number of subscribers, you silence your phone for the time being. you enter the kitchen to whip yourself some food before getting ready to go live for the night. giving yourself time to eat, you announce that you’d go live in about thirty minutes. today you felt like wearing an ombre gray wig and did your makeup to match your hair. feeling like you would still be recognized by the public, you pop in some grayish-blue contacts, completing the look. 

the thirty minutes were up. you eat whatever was left on your plate then put it in the sink. everything was nice and tidy in your room, with no last-minute changes. you turn on your laptop and camera, getting ready to go live. the notifications on your phone signified many people were waiting. after some time, you were finally able to start your live. 

“hey everyone, i hope i didn’t keep you guys waiting for too long,” you wink at the camera. there’s an influx of people joining, hoping to get some free content and nudity. “you all know the drill. there’s a twist today! fifty dollars for thirty minutes today! only for today, and it’s limited. i wish you all good luck.” the chat starts going wild. your direct messages are exploding in hopes they get a chance for a private room with you. you ignore the ones who threaten to harass you. one of the messages catches you off-guard. kyum? you thought to yourself. it was a familiar username, perhaps someone from your school.

kyum: i’ve never done this before, and i’m a new subscriber of yours. could you explain how this private live room works?

you giggle at yourself before saying, “for those who don’t know how the live feature works, you will get a private room with me for thirty minutes. i’d prefer to know who i’m doing business with, so i’ll also ask you to turn on your webcam and microphone. it wouldn’t be fun if only one of us had a show.”

kyum: thank you for your explanation and for not singling me out. can i do one-hundred for an hour, maybe? or is that too selfish?

you: awe, you’re so sweet. i’ll make an exception for you. an hour for a hundred :)

just click on this link and i’ll be waiting for you. 

you end the live and get settled into your private room. their username is similar, but you can’t pinpoint where or why you know it. trying to find out where the username comes from is giving you a headache. kyum finally joined the live, but nothing was turned on yet. 

“hey there, kyum! you said this was your first time? there’s no need to be shy. everything that happens in this room is only between you and i. you don’t even have to share your name with me unless you prefer to be called something,” you reassure.

they unmuted their microphone, “sorry about that, i’ve never done this before.” that voice. one you’re too familiar with. “you can call me kyum.” 

there’s no way, you thought to yourself. that voice belongs to the person you loathe most. kim yugyeom. you start to freak out a little bit in your head. what if he recognizes you? what if he starts a rumor at the school and you get expelled? judging the expression on his face, you can really tell that he’s nervous. he’s genuinely not trying to figure out your identity or anything. a flood of reassures flows throughout your body, this is your job. you can’t be freaked out by one person. there’s been plenty of times when other students have subscribed to your stuff. 

seeing yugyeom so nervous gave you reassurance, but it also turned you on a little. “so kyum, what brings you in today? a whole hour with me? is there anything you have in mind?”

“some of my friends actually referred you to me,” he sighs. “i don’t really get the point to these kinds of things, but i’m always down to try anything new.” 

“okay. from what i’ve seen, here are some popular options. many people like being submissive and degraded. some like the opposite and like being dominant and in control. and some just like watching me play with myself. i’m open to all kinds of ideas, as long as it doesn’t break the law.”

he chuckles to himself, “i suppose i can try being dominant. does this include name calling?” as much as he is a bully to you at school, you can’t deny how sexy he is right now. 

“yes, i can call you whatever you would like me to. you can degrade me to your heart’s content. you can also decide on what toys i use throughout the session.”

yugyeom takes off his shirt, revealing his muscular self. impressed would be an understatement. this man has a gorgeous body. you can’t help but stare at the screen. “instead of kyum, i want you to refer to me as daddy. and i guess i’ll try degrading you, although it’s way out of my comfort zone.” you want to call him out on his bullshit, but you refrain. 

“yes daddy,” you say in a playful tone. you could tell that he’s caught off guard by the instant obedience. a bulge started forming in his gray shorts. he sat with his arms crossed as you began grabbing toys to pleasure yourself with. you feel his eyes piercing through you. this time, it wasn’t a demeaning gaze. it’s full of lust. he sits there and imagines what he could do with you if you were with him. his own imagination allows his boner to grow. he has a nice view of your ass while you look through your collection of toys. the hundred he paid is definitely worth it. 

you take out a pink vibrator and press it on your clit. to spur him on even further; you bite your lip and moan loud enough so he can hear. yugyeom reaches down his shorts and starts slowly jerking himself off. you couldn’t believe the man who hates you most is now masturbating to you. “do you like showing yourself off like this?” yugyeom grunts. “do you get a kick out of me watching you?” 

your entire face turns red. people ask this all the time, but the question coming out of yugyeom’s breathy moans makes you feel nervous. “i like it when you watch me, daddy,” you barely make out. you grab a dildo next to you and start teasing your own entrance. “do you like watching me? do i make you want more of me?”

yugyeom lets out a husky fuck. it’s been a while since you’ve gotten turned on by a customer. and it’s yugyeom nonetheless. despite how terrible he’s treated you in the past, you couldn’t help but want more of him. even if he’s moaning to you through a screen. 

“ah, playing yourself turns me on so much, baby,” yugyeom says in a disheveled voice. his voice is pleasing to your ears. you notice that he’s picked up his pace quite since you’ve begun. closing your eyes, you could only imagine yugyeom and his fantastic physique. how he could easily dominate you and how great it would feel. you let out a rather loud moan before snapping out of your fantasy. “it seems like someone is enjoying themselves as much as i am,” he smirks.

“can i tell you a secret?” you huff out. 

“go for it.”

“you’re probably the only person who’s made me feel this way in a while, kyum.” by the expression on his face, you could tell that he was not expecting that. his paces slowed for a bit before getting riled up again. your words made him feel better about himself and turned him on even more. 

yugyeom takes off his shorts and underwear, exposing him to you entirely. his cock’s throbbing, leaking of pre-cum. you decide to turn over to where you’re now in the doggy position. you can’t see what’s happening, but his moans were all you needed. a string of curse words leave his mouth before saying, “can i cum to you?” 

you bite your bottom lip, holding in a whimper. audio isn’t something you were typically aroused by. men asking for these private showings often acted as if they were compensating for the lack of some things. yugyeom’s hoarse voice is different. you kind of wish that he would degrade you a bit. ooh’s and ahh’s could be heard from the both of you, almost as if he’s right there fucking you. trying to desperately reach your high with him, you up the sensitivity of your vibrator a few more notches. just by listening to him, you could tell that yugyeom’s becoming more restless. yet he won’t cum unless you say so. 

“cum for me daddy,” you squeal. yugyeom’s breathing becomes irregular. you flip over to on your back so you can see him release. his face flushed with sweat dripping down. the experience is more enjoyable than you could have ever imagined. with a few more pumps, he cums all over himself. that’s all you need to reach your own peak. he mutters more curse words to himself before you release. heavy breathing is the only thing you can hear from the both of you. 

he looks down at himself, realizing the massive mess he’s made. “i suppose that calls for a shower,” he chuckles. you couldn’t help but giggle with him. “thank you for tonight, i haven’t enjoyed myself in awhile.”

“no problem, kyum; hopefully, you’ll turn up for more sessions?” you ask, hoping he’d say yes. 

“you want me to spend more of my money?” he jokes. your face turns bright red. “i’m only teasing you. i guess this could be my guilty pleasure. an internet secret, perhaps.”

“an internet secret, huh? okay, i can get by that.”

“my name is yugyeom, by the way. you don’t have to say kyum anymore.”

“yugyeom? it was a pleasure doing business with you,” you smile. he returns it. he accidentally touches himself, remembering how sticky he is. “i guess we both have to shower now.”

“the shower is a must. thank you again, i’ll be going now,” he waves. 

you wave back, “have a goodnight, yugyeom.” then sign off for the night.

[myherowritings]

PART 1. A VERY WELL-DESERVED TIP

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 2.0k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. none in this chapter

A/N. my brief work as a barista is finally paying off. i suffered at sbux all to write this fic ✌︎('ω'✌︎ ) LMAOOO i frl had so much fun writing this and i’m very excited to share the next parts ;) i hope you enjoy this fic as much as i do!! xx sof

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You were not looking forward to your new work schedule for the next month. 

The employee who usually came in for opening shifts at four in the morning gave her two weeks notice...two weeks ago. And since you had your availability open (you knew you should’ve blocked it off and said you had morning class), your manager asked you to fill her place. 

The night before your first—of many—morning shifts, you tried tricking yourself into thinking it was a good idea. And it almost worked! Sort of. 

You told yourself waking up early when the sun rose worked with your body’s natural circadian rhythm and this experience may adjust your sleep schedule for a healthier one in the long run. Better health and wellbeing and lower risks of cardiovascular disease. Or something. You weren’t too sure exactly; you never paid much attention in biology but it sounded like something you’d find in a textbook, right?

When you arrived on your first day, the morning shift was just as hectic and chaotic as you expected. People in business suits with name brand bluetooth earphones in their ears and the latest new smartphone in their hand filled the shop and waited for their online order. It was as if they wanted the least amount of social interaction possible, which would be fine if being able to make connections with customers wasn’t the most interesting part about being a barista. 

Although the cafe you worked at was a small business who actually (tried) to pay their employees fairly and wasn’t a purely money hungry franchise like the certain green siren, it surprisingly had gained enough traction in the area to rival one of those cheap, chain stores. 

Good for the business, bad for sleepy workers who could barely function in the mornings.

But you enjoyed working here and the owners were kind, so you did your best to shove away the tiredness and put a bright and cheery smile on your face. The customers were grumpier than you were used to, but who wouldn’t be a little ill-mannered having to go to work at 5 a.m. and probably not leaving until 6 p.m. or later because of bosses who overworked them? Trying to get them their morning coffee with an amiable attitude to start off their day right was something you were more than happy to do. 

It was too bad barely any of them gave you the time of day. They just wanted to get their caffeine and leave with as little human interaction as possible. It was understandable, of course, but it wasn’t the lively cafe environment you were used to during later shifts. You sighed, hoping the atmosphere would be friendlier when it wasn’t a major rush hour. 

“Hi! I can help the next person in line,” you called for the twentieth time this hour. When they moved forward towards the cash register, you gave them a smile. “Good morning. I hope your day has been going well!”

“It’s been okay, thank you. And yours?”

Your eyes widened in surprise and you almost sputtered over thin air. Someone who actually replied back to what you said and asked about you in return? Even if the intent was a courtesy conversation that was meant to be quick and brief, the sentiment was there—the upholding of the values of common courtesy and human decency. Something too many people seemed to lack. 

“I’m good as well! A little tired but what’s to be expected a quarter ‘til 6 a.m.?” you said with a laugh. “Thank you for asking.”

The customer gave a small smile in return and you internally celebrated for finally seeing your first pleasant expression this morning. “Must be even more tiring dealing with all these people. Doesn’t seem easy. I have to commend you for it.”

He was a tall, handsome man with a pretty face, soft-looking hair, and genuinely nice? There was no way this was real; you had to be dreaming. 

You twiddled with the pen in your hands, taken aback and mildly embarrassed by the praise. “Just doing my job,” you said with a bashful look. “Thank you, though.” You cleared your throat, not wanting to hold the line up for too long, even if the customer was one you would rather keep talking to than the others. “Now, what can I get started for you today?”

“Right. Can I get a flat white in the medium size?” 

“Of course.” You typed in his order into the register before asking, “And is there anything else I can get for you? Like a pastry? Today we have some freshly baked cheese danishes that are really yummy if you’d like to try!” 

He thought for a while before shrugging. You weren’t sure if it was your eyes playing tricks on you or he actually had an amused look on his face. “Sure, I’ll take a couple dozen of those as well.” 

“A couple dozen—?” your voice faltered. The suggestion of a fresh pastry was one you made to almost every customer, though most turned it down on the spot. 

The cafe had a little weekly competition between workers to see who could sell the most pastries in the week and the one who sold most got...well, a free pastry and bragging rights. Admittedly, it wasn’t much, but nothing revved up sales like friendly rivalries. An order of a couple dozen was sure to land you in the top spot this week! Still, you had to make sure he meant it. You’d feel bad if he was just spending all his hard-earned office work money because he was trying to be courteous. (Or at least, you assumed he was some office employee.) 

You cautiously asked, “Are you sure?”

Either your eyes were playing tricks on you yet again, or the look of amusement on his face grew even more than before as he said, “I’m sure. One medium flat white and, say, three dozen boxes of cheese danishes, please.” 

“C-Coming right up!” you said, quickly entering his order and celebrating your free end-of-the-week pastry in advance. “That will be $42.81. Would that be card or cash?” 

“Card.” He pulled out a sleek, black card with gold detailings on it and you never knew you could be sexually attracted to a credit card until now. 

“Perfect! Go ahead and swipe, insert, or scan your card now. In the meantime, can I get a name for your order please?” 

He scanned his card over the machine before looking back up at you. “It’s To— Ah, Shouto.” 

“Shouto?” you asked in confirmation. You assumed it wasn’t ‘Toahshouto’. That sounded too much like the abbreviation used to remember how to find sine, cosine, and tangent.

“Yeah. Shouto.” 

You smiled. “Well, Shouto, your order will be ready in a few minutes. Please wait over to your right to pick it up!”

He nodded. 

“It was nice meeting you!” you called, waving goodbye. “I hope you have a good rest of your day.”

“Thank you,” he glanced at your nametag, “Y/N.” 

Oh, how nice it felt to be treated like a human by a customer and have them actually address your name— And not to say it in a condescending way either. 

“Do individual baristas get to keep the tips here?”

You blinked, feeling your face warm up slightly. “We do, actually.” One of your favorite parts of the job, you had to admit. 

“Glad to hear.” Shouto pulled out some crisp-looking bills from his wallet and placed one in your hand that said ‘100’ to you. “Thank you for your kind service, Y/N.” 

“Wha—” Your eyes widened. You were expecting something along the line of three dollars. Maybe five at most. But a hundred? By the time you had processed what had happened he was walking away from the cash register. “Wait— Shouto...sir! I think you accidentally gave me the wrong amount.” 

He shook his head, only briefly turning back to face you. “Nope. It’s for you,” he said simply. “I’m looking forward to the cheese danishes.” 

His words left you stunned, but the next customer in line tapped their foot impatiently, signaling it was now time for you to take their order. You hoped the line died down before Shouto left the cafe so you could return the tip, but seeing as how the queue almost extended out the door, you had the sinking feeling that wouldn’t be a possibility. 

“Hello, I can take the next customer in line!” you recited cheerfully, mind still occupied by thoughts of your last encounter. 

The next few orders went along uneventfully (though you did manage to sell two more cheese danishes) and by the time Shouto got his coffee and pastry boxes, you still had a handful more customers to get through. 

“Pardon me real quick,” you said apologetically to the woman in front of you. “Please give me one moment?” 

She graced you with a nod and you thanked the stars above for an understanding patron. 

“Wait— Excuse me, sir!” You waved in Shouto’s direction before he could exit the cafe. He glanced at you curiously but walked over. In a hushed voice, you said, “I really appreciate the tip, but there’s no way I could accept this much money from you!” 

For the first time today, you say the hints of a frown on his face. “You cannot?” 

“No! $100 is a lot! You already bought $40 worth of cheese danish pastries— Are you sure you meant to give that big of a tip?”

“Of course.” He took a sip of his coffee with a satisfied hum. “You getting up at such an early hour to take people’s orders with a kind attitude isn’t easy. Plus, trying to build rapport with each of them all while keeping the interacting swift is a difficult task itself. And it’s probably worth more than your current pay, the $100 tip, and then some.” 

You blinked, stunned by his words. This man kept surprising you so many times in just one morning. 

“I find it ridiculous how certain occupations are paid an ungodly amount more than others, especially when a lot of it comes from privileges you were born into.” Shouto seemed to mumble the last bit to himself, but you were still able to understand what he said. “It’s bullshit.” Before you could respond, he recollected himself. “Eat the rich, right? All that to say, please accept the tip. You deserve it. And I promise it’s of no detriment to me, so please don’t feel bad.”

Seeing the determined look on his face, you couldn’t help but stare at him before nodding. He didn’t say anything you didn’t already believe yourself, and if someone really wanted to give you $100, you weren’t going to fight them on it. Think of all the dumplings you could buy, you told yourself.

“T-Thank you then.” You gingerly placed the folded bill back into your pants pocket. “I think that was really insightful of you and I’m very grateful.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiled before glancing towards the exit. “I’m running a bit late for work now, so I should be going. Have a good day, Y/N.”

“You too, Shouto. And… Thank you again!”

With a glowing expression on your face, you walked back to the cash register ready to face the day and talk to more lovely customers!

“Hey, little barista!” a gruff voice called from the line, snapping you out of your stupor. “Hurry it up already before you force me to complain to your manager.” 

You internally sighed. You understood they were in a rush, but they still had no right to be that rude. 

“Can you even hear me? Or are you too incompetent?”

Cue another internal sigh. 

Yeah, okay. Maybe you did deserve this $100 tip.

Regardless of the rude customers that may have come in, at least you had your thoughts of a cute, kind businessman who went by the name of Shouto to get you through your shift. And you could only hope you’d be able to see him again.

a/n: the end of part one folks!! oh what i’d give to have gotten a tip like this when i worked as a barista BAHAHA only in my dreams. i hope you enjoyed this little intro part and are excited for what’s to come !! :3

what to expect in the next part:

~maybe~ y/n will see shouto again and,,perhaps,,get more tips from him idk who knows 

old lady imparts some...helpful(?) advice 

we briefly get to see shouto’s pov! ;D

[one-boring-person]

Ok. A little different but I was thinking about Top Gun and I was wondering if you could do an Iceman x Mavericks little sister reader where they meet at a local bar near the base and slowly start falling in love

I hope you like this!😊💛

You Beat Me To It.

Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x reader

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption (moderate)

Masterlist

As cliche as it sounds, it had all started with an unfortunate accident in the popular little bar near the airbase. 

It was a busy night in the small place, as it usually was, the room filled to the brim with pilots, RIOs, ground staff and civilians. Music blared somewhere overhead, garish lights illuminating the area in their own peculiar way, casting an odd glow over every person there. People gathered and collected around the bar itself, the tenders never kept idle, money flowing in from a variety of hands, the alcohol and beverages keeping spirits alive throughout the bustling room. It had been here that Iceman found himself.

Slider had insisted they went on that night, despite his own reluctance; it had been a long day at the base and all he had really wanted to do was to sleep and rest. Of course, he knew there was no arguing with his RIO, the young man far too persistent for his own good, so naturally the pilot had found himself dragged into the busy bar, a beer shoved into his hand almost instantly. It hadn't taken long for the girls to start flocking to him. 

Iceman knew he was good-looking, so he wasn't surprised that he was quickly engulfed in a crowd of eager women, all of which flirting and baying for his attention, though he could already tell none of them would tickle his fancy. He kept them entertained, joking with them and keeping them on their toes the entire time as he peered at them over his sunglasses, which he insisted on wearing inside, smirking as they swooned over him. Hands seemed to be everywhere, pressing at his shoulders, chest and stomach, feeling over the muscle in his arms, creeping up his neck until he batted them away with a pointed look. Eventually, he had tired of this, however, and went to push out of the gathered group. Misjudging himself, Iceman had then collided with someone else, a surprised yelp escaping the person as moisture spread between them.

Turning to them, Iceman had been ready with a sharp quip, finding himself tongue-tied when he actually saw who had bumped into him.

"Careful, big guy." Is all she said before she collected her composure and left, heading towards the other end of the room, where some others from the airbase were. 

Frozen in place momentarily, he had watched as she went straight to Maverick and Goose, the former slinging an arm around her shoulders as she approached, grins appearing on their faces.

From that moment onwards, the two seemed unable to avoid meeting each other in the bar.

Not even a week later, Iceman had been sat at the bar, thankfully alone for once, slowly drinking from a beer bottle in front of him, the pilot deep in thought. Once again wearing his sunglasses inside, Ice never realised someone had come up beside him to order drinks until they spoke to him directly.

"Last I checked, the sun tends to stay outside." She had commented, tapping her fingers on the countertop as she waited for her drinks.

Looking up, Iceman had once again gone to say something sharp, only to be surprised when he immediately recognised the person standing beside him. 

"Maybe it's not the sun I'm protecting my eyes from." Is all he can manage, pretty stuck under the intensity of her gaze, a somewhat familiar feeling he had when talking with a particular pilot.

"No? What, then?"

"When I've figured it out, I'll tell you."

She had given him a quick smile, then, thanking the bartender as he gave her the drinks, before leaving, returning to the group of aviators she was with. 

Everytime after this moment, every conversation between the two had been started by a sarcastic or teasing comment on his choice of eyewear, both of them often finding themselves at the bar at the same time. It had been after their fifth time meeting that she actually stayed with him for more than a minute, placing herself into the stool beside him as he fought off a couple of persistent girls, her face creased into a barely concealed smirk of amusement. When he'd finally gotten rid of them, she'd passed him a beer with a knowing look.

"You ever gonna take those off?" She had asked him, gesturing to his sunglasses, sipping her own drink.

"Only when you finally tell me your name." Iceman had replied, smirking at her. In their last few meetings, he'd found he'd started to enjoy her company, often looking out for her when he first enters the bar.

"You only had to ask." She shrugged, holding out a hand, "I'm (Y/n)."

Taking her hand, he told her his name before reaching up to remove his sunglasses. 

"Well, I can see why you always have a fan club." (Y/n) acknowledged, smiling at him to show she meant no harm.

"Thank you, but they're a right pain." He laughed, placing his glasses in his breast pocket.

"I can tell." She chuckled, sipping her drink.

"You often come here?" Iceman inquired, curious as to her reason for coming.

"Yeah, pretty often. I meet up with my brother here." She casts him a look, "You might know him. Pete Mitchell? I guess you'd know him as Maverick."

Iceman had done a double take.

"Maverick? He's your brother?" 

"Yep. And before you say anything, he's just as annoying out of uniform as he is in uniform." (Y/n) rolled her eyes, gesturing to the pilot across the room.

"I thought he might be." 

Following this meeting, it wasn't too hard to arrange a repeat of it, the two finding that they enjoyed themselves a whole lot more than they thought they would. Of course, as soon as Maverick had found out his sister was hanging out with his rival, there had been some trouble.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" The young pilot had snapped at him a couple of months after he and (Y/n) had first met.

"What are you talking about?" Iceman had responded, looking up from the beer in his hand to acknowledge his fellow pilot.

"My sister, you asshole! What's your deal with her?"

"My deal?"

"Yeah, your deal! What the hell do you want with her?" At this point, Goose had come up to stop his pilot from going too far, laughing it off as he always did.

"She's my friend. I don't want anything with her except that." He had told Maverick, though he knew it was a lie: he had developed a particular affection for the girl, finding her presence very enjoyable to be in at all times.

"Bullshit. I know what you're like, you want to get laid." Maverick had been quick to spit back, this comment feeling particularly unfair.

"No, I don't. (Y/n) and I are friends. Suck it up, dickhead." Iceman bit back, scowling at his fellow aviator angrily now, standing up so that he loomed over him.

"And even if we were more, that's none of your concern, Pete." (Y/n)'s voice cut through their argument, the girl coming to stand beside Iceman, an action that clearly irritated her brother.

"He's not good for you, (Y/n). Stop hanging out with him." Maverick tried to reason with her,

"No, he's my friend, and you don't control me." 

"Come on, (Y/n), I'm just looking out for you." 

Sighing, (Y/n) had then done the one thing that stuck with Iceman for months to come.

"No, you know what? Fuck you, Pete." And with that, she had kissed Iceman on the lips, right in front of her brother. 

It hadn't been a particularly long kiss, or a particularly passionate one, but it had left him wanting more, his lips tingling with want as she pulled away after a second. And Maverick's face afterwards had been totally worth it. 

(Y/n) had quickly left after that, leaving Maverick to go sulk with Goose, Iceman fighting with his morality, before he also got up and followed her from the room. Catching up to her just outside, he had taken her arm in his hand gently, pulling her into him. Without letting her speak, he had kissed her again, glad when she had reciprocated, heart skipping a beat when their lips had moulded together almost perfectly. For what felt like years, they had kissed, neither wanting to let go, not until they had to, at which point they'd pressed their foreheads together and stood still, breathing heavily into each other's faces. At that moment, their relationship had become much closer.

*

In all honesty, he wasn't expecting her to turn up. 

(Y/n) had been distant in past months, but that was understandable - her brother lost his best friend, so it made sense that she'd want to be there for him to help him through it. Unfortunately, that had meant that interaction between her and Iceman had been sparse, though he had managed to ask her along to his graduation, which he was very much looking forward to. He was certain he'd won the Top Gun trophy with Slider, and he wanted her to see that.

So when he notices her sitting at the back of the crowd as he takes the award, he feels a burst of pride flare to life within him. With her slight absence in recent weeks had come a revelation, a revelation that he intends to tell her today, whilst the confidence of this win is still rife in his body. Nerves run rampant through him, worried that it will go wrong, though he is mostly sure of what he wants to say; somehow, this is worse than flying a plane into battle, the reaction here totally unforeseeable for him for some reason.

As the crowd gathers to congratulate everyone, he politely pushes through them to the back, focused on (Y/n) as she waits for him, a smile on her face. Quick to reach his destination, he laughs as she swiftly runs to him and climbs into his arms, holding him tightly.

"Congratulations, Ice. I'm so proud of you!" She says to him, looking up into his eyes with a broad smile, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Thank you, (Y/n)." He grins back, unsure of whether or not now is the right time.

"Reaching up to play with the hairs at the base of his neck, (Y/n) seemingly considers something, before she leans up to whisper to him.

"I love you, Tom."

His heart nearly stops at her words, body filling with happiness, relief flooding his mind at the thought that she feels the same way.

"You beat me to it. I love you, too, (Y/n)." He hums back, pulling her in for a deeper kiss.

[blu-joons]

Stuck In The Elevator ~ Min Yoongi

You smiled politely at the man who was already stood at the back of the elevator as you stepped in, holding on tightly to your bag. You moved to the other side, looking away from his eyes, letting go of several deep breaths as you tried to keep yourself together.

“What floor do you want?” The voice asked, with his hand hovering over the buttons for the different levels of the building. “I’m going to floor number fifteen if that helps.”

“Twenty,” you muttered back to him, although as you said it, you began to doubt whether that was right after all. “I’m looking for the floor that deals with HR, I don’t suppose you know which floor that is, do you?”

“Don’t worry, floor twenty is spot on, no need to worry.”

Your eyes lit up, “perfect, thank you. Floor twenty for me then please.”

As the elevator doors closed, silence descended upon the two of you as you slowly made your way up, eyes focusing on the numbers as they went up one by one. You were calm as you moved, reaching the tenth floor, you were halfway there, until you felt the lift shake.

Your hands instantly reached back to hold onto the rail, feeling your breath hitch when floor eleven didn’t seem to appear. “Don’t worry, this lift has always been a little bit dodgy.”

“Really? Just a little bit?”

You couldn’t believe how calm the guy was in front of you, leaning back against the cold metal as if a jolt in the lift was something he was used to. You tried to act as calm as he did, but as the light flickered above you, you couldn’t hold back the yelp that escaped from you.

“Alright, so maybe the lift is very dodgy, but I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.”

“I have a job interview to get to you,” you informed him, struggling to keep yourself calm. “If I don’t get this job, I’m barely going to have the money to keep on living in Korea.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure that the lift will get moving in a minute,” the man tried to comfort you. “I’m Yoongi by the way, just in case we end up being stuck here for a while.”

Your eyes widened in horror, although you could tell he was trying to joke, it only made your heart worse. “Why would you say that? What part of that is supposed to help me?”

“Sorry, just thought I’d brighten the mood. I’ll press the intercom, see what’s going on.”

You stood back as he pressed the button to reach the reception, flinching when you heard a woman’s voice. You listened on in fear as the woman informed Yoongi that they weren’t too sure what was going on, and that the elevator had never normally stopped for this long before whenever it did malfunction.

As he continued to inform her what was going on, the light flickered once again, as the left side of the bar stayed on, the right side cut out, leaving your side of the elevator in darkness. His eyes instantly looked to you, offering you a soft smile.

“Stay calm, I’m sure they’re getting help to us soon enough,” he comforted.

“Help is no good when my interview is ten minutes. Please, just tell them to hurry.”

The mentions of an engineer coming was the first bit of hope you could hold onto as the woman let Yoongi know they were trying their best. However, as he turned the intercom off, you knew it was just going to be a matter of waiting and hoping for the best.

“Why don’t we do something to distract your mind” Yoongi suggested, taking a seat on the elevator floor. “Unless you’d rather just wait in silence?”

Your head shook, slipping your feet out of your heels so that you could sit down on the floor opposite him, keeping your bag close to your side. You stared across at Yoongi, waiting to hear what suggestion he had to try and pass the time.

“I’m guessing by what you said just now, you’ve not been in Korea long,” he noted, “so why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself and what you’re doing here.”

Your head nodded at his observation, “I moved a couple of months ago as an intern, and then the company went bust. That’s why I’m so desperate for the job, to afford my apartment.”

His heart went out to you as you spoke, clearly luck hadn’t been on your side at all. However, as you spoke about your own struggles, he hated how he couldn’t find himself relating.

“What about you?” You then quizzed, “do you work here, or are you maybe a rival for the job?”

His eyes went wide as he realised the sincerity in your voice, quickly realising that you were clueless as to who he was. His face failed to resemble anything familiar to you, leaving you inquisitive to find out more.

“I work here,” he smiled, not wanting to make too big of a deal out of the situation. “I work as a rapper mainly, working on the music that the company produces, you might’ve heard some of my stuff.”

Your smile grew, intrigued by his role. “If I had better phone battery, I’d suggest putting one of your songs on, but I imagine this place isn’t great for signal.”

“It’s terrible,” he chuckled, making himself more comfortable, “but it’s nice not to have to worry about phones for a while and just enjoy having some proper human interaction.”

The two of you continued to get to know each other whilst you waited for help to arrive. Your mind was far too distracted to even notice that your interview time had gone, too fascinated by Yoongi’s stories which he told. After a short while, you heard banging from above the elevator, followed by the call of a deep voice.

Your eyes instantly looked across to Yoongi, noticing how wide his smile was too. “Seems like help is finally on the way,” he chuckled, standing up and calling back to the voice to let him know that the two of you were safe.

“Please, hurry up and get us out of this thing,” you whispered, standing up too, gripping back onto the bar as you had done previously. “I enjoy your company Yoongi, but not this place.”

“Likewise, if my workplace wasn’t so many floors up, there’s no way that I’d ever use this elevator again,” he laughed, “I just hope that you manage to get the job figured out.”

After a little while of waiting, the doors soon opened, causing you both to flinch at the bright lights that entered from the outside. You bent down to pick up your bag, sliding your heels back on as you stepped out of the elevator.

There was still a couple of floors to go until you reached HR, but more than anything, you were relieved to be on actual ground and get even the smallest of glimpses of outside once again.

Once you were settled, you turned back to Yoongi whose eyes were watching you closely. “I mean it, good luck for the job. The stairs are just around on the corner on the left, explain, and I’m sure they’ll understand.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, muttering a quick thanks to the engineer before following Yoongi’s instructions, turning to the left where you saw a sign for the staircase up.

As you walked, your eyes were drawn to several photos of artists that the company was home too. Your eyes flickered through most of them, however as you reached the end, one face particularly stood out to you.

You took a couple of steps closer to the post, instantly recognising the face. Your eyes went wide when you realised it was Yoongi looking back at you, unrecognisable from the relaxed figure that you’d just bumped into.

Your eyes looked back in the direction of the lift, noticing him stood in the middle of the corridor, keen to make sure you followed the right way. “This is you?” You called out to him.

“Of course, I’ll explain it all one day. As long as you get the job.”

---

Masterlist

[tenthgrove]

Yandere Bruno squad headcanons perhaps :0?

Yandere Team Buccelati

Content Warnings: Yandere behaviour, stalking, abduction

A/N: Apologies, but I've decided that I'm not really comfortable writing under 18s as yandere characters, so I'll just be doing Buccialati, Abbacchio and Mista for this one. Extra warning that this is really bad (I'm particularly not happy with Mista's section) because I wrote this late at night and didn't know what I was saying as I wrote it, so double apologies for that.

Bruno Buccelati

In spite of his occupation, Bruno has no qualms befriending the civilian population of Naples and doing good for them. He holds a profound pity for the victims of organised crime, and is eager to help where he can. So when you approach him on the street, asking for help with ridding yourself of a creepy stranger who had made it his business to follow and harass you, Bruno is quick to ensure your would-be stalker never looks your way again.

Although Bruno saw to it that you were escorted home safely, he can't help but feel some well-intentioned worry for your well-being over the coming days. He checks in on you again, which you find to be very sweet, but as the days pass by again his worry returns. Continuing to visit you would seem odd, he knows, but surely there's no harm in asking Narancia to check through your window once in a while?

At first it really is just concern for your safety, but after a while, Bruno is forced to accept that he is genuinely infatuated with you. His feelings are far too strong to simply sweep under the rug, and approaching you the normal way could put you in danger, provided it even works. He isn't going to kidnap you, that would leave him no better than the thugs he chases off of the streets, but to make you his he's going to resort to something unorthodox.

Bruno makes a few preparations. He does a few favours for your friends and family- gotta make sure they're on his side, He also checks his intel into the area's rival street gangs, since it can't hurt to have a hint of truth to the story he's going to tell. Then, armed with a few empty suitcases and a fake look of concern, he heads to your house late one night.

He announces to you that one of the rival gangs in the area has singled you out as a target for trafficking, and because of your previous interactions with him, they're dead set on taking you. Bruno assures you not to worry and helps you pack away your things, promising that you will be safe in his care while the issue with the gang is sorted out. You'll be staying in his house, of course. It's best he's right on call in case anyone tries to come after you.

Your new life in Bruno's house is a strange one. You cannot leave the house of course, except for the occasional short trip with him or his men to stop your mental health from suffering, but your internet access is unrestricted, you can call your family as much as you want, and you're allowed to buy anything you'd like with your money (or better, have him buy it for you). You have your own room, but Bruno often asks to come in and sit with you late at night. It's all for your comfort, of course.

After a couple of months, Bruno's excuses to keep you longer will start to run out as you start to wonder why he hasn't eliminated the street gang yet. The hope is that by this point, you would have already fallen for Bruno's charm and started to love him, but barring this, he'll simply buy more time by making up more reasons why it's unsafe for you to go home.

But, if all else fails, and you begin to insist on leaving... well, Bruno didn't want to do this, but he can't just let you go. You're locked in your room, windows barred as Bruno explains to you calmly that this is all for your own good. You can come out any time you want, Amore. All you have to do is promise to stay.

Leone Abbacchio

Despite his occasionally cold demeanour, Abbacchio is no stranger to the want for companionship and affection. In fact, it's fair to say he needs it, and that going so long without tenderness has left him empty, miserable and disillusioned. But it's only a matter of time before somebody reawakens his need for warmth.

Both of you were having a bad day. You were downtrodden and lamentful, and as sad people tend to do together, you shared your angsts together as you sat at the bus stop, neither of you caring that this was the first time you'd even seen each other.

Abbacchio does not want the conversation to end. So when the bus arrives, he gets a ticket to your stop instead, and sits with you, continuing to talk. He is sad when you say goodbye. He knows he needs to see you again. He thinks nothing of lingering to see which street you turn onto as you walk home.

Abbacchio gets to work right away. He needs to have you, but cannot see you ever falling for someone like him. Not through normal means instead. His thoughts turn to abduction, but the image of you begging and crying as he drags you to his car saddens him. He knows he could never hurt you that badly. He needs to find a half-way point, between force and natural love.

The first thing he does, once his mind is made up, is go to your boss. Using Passione's name, he quickly convinces them to fire you without any question as to why. It is a similar story with your landlord a few days later. Any friends or relatives who might take you in are also sent a warning phone-call.

You know full-well what has happened. You knew at the time your one-time companion on the bus was a mafioso, his story made that clear. You beat yourself up every minute for not avoiding him then and there. And now, as misfortune after misfortune strikes you, everyone who bears you bad news has the same white-haired stranger to speak of. When, on your first night on the streets, a tall figure approaches you from the black car, you do not feel any surprise.

Both you and Abbacchio know what he is here for, so he does not explain much. He sombrely instructs you to get in the car if you don't want to be stuck on the streets any longer, promising that he will not do you any harm if you comply. He has already struck out every other option for possibly helping yourself. You have little choice but to go with him.

You do not expect much when you arrive at Abbacchio's house, but instead you find all your old possessions lined up for you to decorate your room with. After quickly explaining where the bathroom is and which foods from the kitchen are free for taking, he goes to bed, advising that you do the same. You are completely, and utterly perplexed.

Abbacchio forces little conversation on you in the early weeks. Most of the time, he is out doing work, leaving you with free reign of his house. Soon, you do not feel at all as though you were forced to be here. You dare say your life is better here than it was before. Abbacchio's friends occasionally visit, making sure that Leone isn't mistreating you and you're fully happy here. Eventually, Abbacchio relents to letting you reopen communications with your friends. You cannot say you have anything to complain about.

The only question, is what Abbacchio ever wanted from you. It's so strange how he went to all these lengths to take you only to largely ignore you. The truth is, he's waiting for you to open up to him of your own free will. As he lies in bed alone at night, he dreams of you coming into his room, asking if he can hold you for a minute.

Mista

Guido Mista has dated a few times in the past, and he isn't interested in letting Passione stop him from continuing. It doesn't matter how you met him, just that after a few encounters you began to date, and were very happy with your new beau. You worked well together, what else is there to say?

But after your second date, Buccialati received word of your existence and was concerned. He isn't exactly going to force you to stop dating, Mista is an adult after all and can do as he pleases. But Buccelati wants to make sure you know what you're getting into.

Paying you a visit, Buccelati explains to you that your new boyfriend is involved with the mafia, and continuing to see him will involve certain risks. He is happy for you to take these risks, so long as you are aware of their existence. You thank him for him time, and immediately proceed to shut off all communication with Mista without explanation.

After a brief shouting match with Buccelati once Mista realises what he's done, he marches over to your house to plead with you to take him back. You stand your ground, that Mista lied to you and you refuse to be involved with criminals, but Mista isn't giving up.

The argument escalates. You slam the door in his face. Mista goes home and despairs. You were the best he's ever had, and now he's supposed to accept that you're just... gone?! No... all you need is a little more time. Mista turns right around and heads back to your house. This time, he isn't letting up for anything.

It goes much further than he intended. In a split-moment of instinct, Mista draws his gun and threatens you into letting him in. He really didn't mean to scare you like that, but his emotions are running high right now and he doesn't know how else to make you listen.

So, here you are now, a hostage in your own home, because your barely boyfriend couldn't let you go. In the ultimatum the two of you made after he threatened you, you ended up agreeing not to leave the house at all for the time since he was scared you'd try to run.

Mista doesn't stay with you all the time, but he visits you daily to bring you things and try to repair the relationship. To his credit, he hasn't threatened you at all since the initial incident and seems to regret it intently, but forgiving him is difficult after what he did.

Your commitments are mysteriously all taken care of, your boss inexplicably granting you a long period of furlough at full pay. Buccelati wasn't kidding when he said the group Mista was part of was powerful. You shudder to think of what else he could do.

[funtimebunnyblog]

Pillarroomates (Chapter 2: Strange introductions...)

(Summary: It's time to meet your new Roommates and things are already off to a shaky start...)

"--and you mentioned you're a student aside from your work?"

Smiling, you nodded as the violet-haired man before you scribbled away on the neat lined paper laid out in front of him.

"Yeah. It's mostly online stuff but I do occasionally go for in person lectures when I get the time." You began, making Kars hum quietly to himself as you went into more detail.

This was honestly starting to feel like more of a job interview (or perhaps more of a Police interogation) rather than a simple interaction concerning becoming a roommate with hopes of living here.

Even though you had only spoken with him for a short time now, you could tell this "Kars" (or so he had introduced himself as) was all business.

The giant of a man was asking you all sorts of questions, jumping back and forth between ones boarderline ubsurd and ones you had expected.

He asked a little about your history and about your Family (most specifically your surname and any distant relations you might have). He questioned you on your work and what you did, your wages and your work ethic. He wanted to know every single one of your habits (annoying or not) and how you spent your free time; jotting things down as he went.

Every single time his eyes fell on you, you couldn't help but feel exposed under his gaze; like you were sitting completely naked before him on an operating table, cut open, and he was taking you apart piece by piece and examining every inch with a scrutinizing eye.

Speaking of eyes, you definitely didn't miss how inhuman his were. Maroon on crimson, like thick droplets of blood splattered onto the white of a fine ivory knife and cutting you just as deeply as one.

It was like nothing you had ever seen or felt before.

You told him the truth and nothing but during the entirety of the seemingly endless line of questioning but it still felt like it was all a spew of dirty little lies falling from your lips. It only made an icky swirl of anxiety churn consistently in your stomach, like the spinning of a washing machine, as you sat there talking away.

There was no telling how you would feel if you did tell a lie or if he happened to indeed smell one lingering on your breath; which you were also struggling to keep in check.

"Interesting..." he muttered quietly, more to himself than to you. The scratching of his pen on paper filled the long silence at the round little wooden table.

Your eyes fell to his handwriting a number of times in hopes of catching a glimpse of something that would indicate whether you were "passing" this little test or not but it was inevitable.

You were beginning to wonder where exactly this man was from as the entirety of his notes were in a language you couldn't identify at all.

Even if it was written in proper English, you doubted you'd be able to read it at all either. His handwriting was something akin to what you'd find on an ancient scroll being presented late at night on the History Channel; small and scratchy letters scrawled across white in quick flicks of the wrist.

As if things couldn't feel anymore stressful, you could also feel the eyes of two others burning into you.

The one whom you had an encounter at the door with, Kars informed you that his name was "Esidisi" after the man had retreated down the hall again, was now standing in the far corner of the little kitchen.

There he loitered, a piece of pizza cradled in each hand (was that.... macaroni on top???) and munching away as if he hadn't seen so much as a morsel of food in months.

Much to everyones relief, the man had put some clothes on by the time he ran to answer the door for the 2nd time that day; his long awaited pizza finally having arrived.

At the very least he had saved the poor delivery boy from becoming as startled as you had.

You didn't even want to think of how different things would've gone if his towel had somehow slipped...

The burning intensity of Kars' glare (despite the fact it wasn't even aimed remotely in your direction) made you squirm in your seat as Esidisi came onto the interview scene with the pizza box in hand, a sunny smile stretched across on his face and the words "HOT DAD ALERT" emblazoned in bold white letters on his t-shirt.

Esidisi wasn't even so much as fazed by the look like you were. The man only smiling all the brighter, cheeks stuffed uncannily like a chipmunk storing food, each time he met Kars' sharp gaze.

Then there was the other one, the blonde with the mullet-like haircut and the stained apron. While he was doing his best to busy himself by cleaning around the stove, you managed to overhear Esidisi addressing him as "Wamuu" when offering a slice of the boxed Italian monstrosity he was savoring; which the other kindly declined.

Even through your talking, you didn't miss the fact that Wamuu had wiped down the kitchen surfaces at least 3 times during your little chat with Kars; he hadn't even moved an inch from his spot. You had managed to catch his gaze once or twice as he was sneaking a few little glances over his shoulder.

Much like Esidisi was doing (but with a lot more inconspicuous action) Wamuu was eavesdroping on the interview.

However, you also couldn't help but feel that he was was also standing guard. The man was keeping a close eye on the scene, reminding you of a bulldog protecting its Home from intruders while its master was away.

"And, uh... that's about it, I guess." You finished, a tight smile flashing across your face as you shrugged helplessly.

Kars pursed his lips, eyes skimming over his papers. For a long moment, perhaps the longest moment you'd ever had to endure, he was silent.

"Acceptable." He hummed, not exactly much emotion carried in that word, papers rattling as they were shuffled in his hands. "Perhaps the most acceptable I've seen in some time. You definitely fit our criteria."

You could only blink, unsure if you should even thank him for saying something like that.

"Uhh, I take it you've had your fair share of annoying roommates?" You asked, laughing a little, only making the man across from you hum again.

"Oh, you bet we have," Esidisi cut Kars off just as he opened his mouth to speak, wiping his hands with a paper towel as he waved the other off. "You wouldn't believe it! The last one we had was a real idiot. Lazy too, couldn't hold a job to save his life, he left the kitchen a mess every time he walked though it."

Hearing that, you could at least nod understandingly.

You definitely sympathized with them on that one, you had met your fair share of people when jumping from place to place who outright refused to pull their weight.

One of the main reasons you had been looking for a place to start with was because of one of those same types of people, afterall.

You had been happy living in an apartment closer to the edge of town for some time. Your earlier roommates had been nice, kind of fun too, and you had hopes things would stay that way at least until you finished school.

Everything had been just fine until the first one chose to move cities, then things only went downhill from there. Along came your other roommates boyfriend (better known as; the laziest, most childish piece of shit you ever had the displeasure of knowing) and after almost a year of just barely tolerating that shitshow you had decided enough was enough.

It was overdue for you to find another place to live.

Esidisi laughed as he went on, leaning on Kars' chair. "He really had it coming to him when we--"

THUNK! The table rattled, making you jump in your own chair. Esidisi's lips came tight together, a long breath sucked hard enough through his nose that the little gold ring dangling precariously on the ridge of his nostril shivered.

Kars acted as if you didn't know that he had just kicked the other under the table, clearing his throat.

"When that one was evicted," here Kars shot Esidisi another one of those looks, which the other actually paid attention to this time around. "It was unanimous that was the final straw, so we agreed to put some proper ground rules out there before allowing anyone else to even think about inquiring to live here."

Your head tilted, unable to hold back a chuckle as you pulled out the print out of their half-garbled "guidelines" you had kept for them to see.

"I'll be honest, at first I was sure this wasn't a real ad..."

Here, both Esidisi and Kars shared a pointed look, you had a feeling there was something more to the story there.

Kars' eyes fell on you again after a beat, thankfully his expression much more neutral.

"I'll ask you," he began. "Do you want to live here?"

"Well..." you honestly couldn't help but laugh a little. Even if things seemed a little worse here you probably wouldn't find yourself refusing, you NEEDED a place and you needed to jump on this before the opportunity was gone again. "Yeah."

"As you said, dear Kars, they fit all the criteria." Esidisi's voice dropped into a teasing little purr, you suddenly felt that heat you felt at the front door blooming in your face once again when the man tossed a wink and a smile your way. "They're cute too, just what I asked for at the very least."

Cute? You nearly sputtered out the word, lips tightening together as you had no choice but look away from the man and his cheeky little grin.

You sat there struggling to force down the memory of him in only his bathtowel again, face feeling hot enough to rival the sun.

Kars let in a deep breath, ignoring the way the other was shaking him in his chair, the sight of an actual smile working his way across his face brought you a little closer to reality again.

"In that case," here he stood, holding his hand out for you to shake. "Welcome to our Home."

A smile of your own spread across your face as you grasped his hand, cold and calloused and FAR bigger than your own, suddenly feeling as if a great weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

"I'm glad to be welcomed." You sighed, beaming up at Kars. Now he didn't seem so very intimidating (well, at least a little) when he was looking a tad more relaxed around you. "I don't have much stuff so getting it from the shelter to here won't be a stretch. I'll probably have it all moved by tomorrow."

Here, you were treated with the sight of not only Kars and Esidisi but Wamuu as well, still lingering by the stove, staring at you in surprise.

Here, Wamuu spoke up for the first time during this entire interview, "You... were living at a shelter?"

All you could do was shrug, feeling s little helpless. "Well, yes... I was." You sighed again as that heaviness on your back suddenly returned at their staring, a hand going up to rub the back of your neck. "Not the best place to stay, I know, but I've been looking around for a place for a quite a while."

It was better than sleeping on the street that was for sure. At least there you could shower and rest and get ready for work; really the only fears you had staying there was someone stealing something important of yours.

Not to mention, it was much more preferable than having to go back to--

The top of your head tickled as a warm and quick puff of air suddenly reached out and touched you, like a hand lovingly caressing your hair. Though the feeling was miniscule it made you suddenly stand on edge.

A beat passed before the very same thing happened again, just as fleeting as the first time. A strange itch crawled up your spine as the unmistakable heat radiating off another body sank slowly through your back, though its source not touching you directly.

Someone was behind you.

Slowly, though with much hesitantance, your head turned. You eyes were wide open as your neck rotated, the action best described as owlish, blinking at the words "seether" emblazoned across a barreled chest, only urging your eyes to seek more upwards.

Your eyes locked onto icy cold rings of blue, an unconcious shiver dancing through your body as the chill of them seeped deep within your body.

There, now right before you, was another man. It was best to assume this was your last supposed roomate as he was just as big and as muscular as the rest.

However, you couldn't shake the feeling that this one was strangely... different than the others.

A hot puff of air brushed the space between your eyes as the stranger breathed out quietly, the action only making you blink hard. He said nothing, he made no indication at all to say anything, he only... stared.

"Umm..." your mouth opened but the jumble of words sitting like a lump in your throat couldn't find your mouth.

"Y/N, this is... Santana." Kars piped up from behind, sounding more than tempted to sigh again today. "He is the 4th and last of us here."

Call it intuition but from what you could tell already, this Santana wasn't the chummiest one of the bunch. Tall and still, skin as fair as snow, almost every square inch of him was chiseled and, well, square.

That stoney expression of his didn't exactly give you an insight as to what was going on in the others head either.

Something told you you'd have to make the first move or else all this staring would get you nowhere.

A hesitant smile squirmed its way across your face, every effort you had inside to be polite straining to the point of almost breaking.

"Hi Santana," your voice nearly cracked. "It's-- nice to meet you...?"

Santana continued to stare at you as if he hadn't even heard you speak at all. A cold sweat prickled on the nape of your neck, you struggled to fight back a cough as the room fell into a dead silence again.

You were starting to wish you were back in the hallway where you had started...

"Santana," Esidisi spoke up next. "come on. Like we practiced..."

Santana exhaled again, the sound more like the huff of a disgruntled pasture bull.

A thick bubble of uncertainty ballooned in your throat as the red-heads arm extended, sticking out quite stiffly in your direction. A long moment passed, you blinking stupidly, before you realized what he was trying to do.

Your watery smile returned with much more force, reaching out to grasp his offered hand. Your fingers could just barely wrap around his ice cold palm.

Another beat. Nothing happened for another uncomfortable little eternity.

Across the room Kars cleared his throat, loudly. Another prompt.

That bubble of uncertainty in your throat dropped like a stone down into the pit of your stomach as his arm moved up and down, up and down, up and down. The movement was just as cold and robotic as his stare.

He didn't even wrap his fingers around your hand, keeping them as straight and pointed as dense meaty rulers.

You honestly half-expected to hear a feint squeaking come from his shoulder at the slight and stiff movement.

"Do not forget to smile..." It was Wamuu who whispered loudly to the other from across the room; as if that would keep you from hearing the plea.

Your own forced smile threatened to dissolve completely for good as you watched Santana's lips twitch, slowly peeling back to reveal two rows of white teeth.

Teeth of your own sank into the flesh your tongue as the glimmer of 4 very sharp K-9's hit your eye, making Santana's painfully cheered grimace all the more chilling.

Up and down, up and down, up and down.

"Nice... to... meet you..." Santana's voice was deep and gruff, the very tone of it shook your insides like an Earthquake.

Maybe it was just his voice, maybe he didn't mean to sound so very rough; the thought definitely crossed your mind. Though, you couldn't be quite sure about that by the way this interaction was going...

"Uhh, the--... the pleasures all mine..." Really, what else could you say?

The very second you let go, Santana's arm retreated back to his side, his face falling back into that stoney hard glare. And just like that, he pushed past you, marching quickly towards the fridge; a word was grumbled, too low for you to hear, but it was something about you.

It was more than clear to you and everyone else that he decided this horrible too-long-of-a-greeting was over.

The fridge door was yanked open, the movement harsh enough the bottles inside chattered. All of you watched as Santana made a grab for a container of lettuce, slamming the fridge shut and striding right out of the kitchen without so much as another grunt, let alone a glance, in your direction.

A breath you didn't even know you had been holding let go, a strange sense of relief washing over you like a warm tidal wave.

Talk about awkward. So awkward you almost wanted to shudder.

What the Hell was his problem?

You nearly jumped when a huge, warm hand clapped you on the shoulder, blinking up into the smiling face of Esidisi.

"He'll warm up to you," The man said, shrugging. "Santana doesn't care much for new people or, well, people in general I suppose. It's just the way he is..."

"We're trying to acquaint him with the concept of socializing and get him used to social norms of this time," Kars practically groaned, pinching the space between his eyes. "As you can see, it's still a work in progress..."

"It probably doesn't help that the last guy living here was the one to seriously piss him off in the end." Esidisi only shrugged again.

You, on the other hand, flinched hearing that. Like it or not, their last roomate had obviously left a lasting impression of newer people on him.

You wouldn't be surprised if Santana thought that you would be the very same thing judging by what you had been told about the last guy and the last thing you wanted was this near-to-stranger having some sort of hard feelings on you when you hadn't even so much as moved in yet.

"Would you like to see your room before you go?" You were most thankful that Kars spoke up again.

"Ah-- yeah." You said, blinking. "That'd be great."

"Wonderful, Wamuu will show you where it is." The kitchen chair creaked as Kars pushed himself in closer to the table, settling back into his comfortable working slouch as he pulled his laptop out again.

He still had work to get done afterall.

Your eyes drifted across the room, meeting the more stern gaze of the blonde, making you realize that Santana wasn't exactly the only one in the house you couldn't quite read just yet.

Nonetheless, the man made no move at all to argue with Kars for being volunteered like so.

Wamuu peeled off his stained apron with a huff, hanging it neatly on the wall.

"This way," a huge hand waved you along, Wamuu's back already to you as he was heading out of the kitchen.

You fumbled for a moment, head turning not-unlike a pet budgie, choosing to wave to Esidisi (Kars was already too focused on whatever he was working away at) before moving to catch up with Wamuu.

Something told you that he wouldn't exactly appreciate having to wait up for you.

This day was far from over yet but at least the hardest part of it was....

Wasn't it?

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Sweet Honey and Iced Tea (Part 1): Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

synopsis: prequel to Lemonade. Your first brushes with the Fushiguro clan head aren't so beautiful or elegant. But they do leave some sort of impression.

wc: 2.1k (this got so long, I'll have to make part 2 tomorrow)

tw: drinking, drug use, violence

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"Get up," you mumble, looking at the little boy whining and clutching his scraped knee. "I said: Get. Up."

"Why did you push me?" he cries out, tears in his emerald eyes. "I didn't even do nothin'!"

"You're a baby, Fushiguro," you answer, placing your chin in the palm of your hand. "You need to grow up."

"You need to stop being a bully," he gripes, and you stand from the sidewalk, rolling your eyes.

"We don't get brownie points for being nice to each other," you retort, kicking your leg out at him but missing. "One day, you'll be the Fushiguro clan head, and I'll be the L/N clan head. We won't be friends." With this, you walk away, stuffing your hands into your overall pockets and mumbling something about eight-year-olds who don't know what's good for them.

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Age 17 (9 Years Later)

"Y/n, a letter from your secret admirer." Your best friend, Gojo Satoru, hands you a folded-up piece of notebook paper, wiggling his white brows. You swiftly toss it at the bottom of your locker, sighing.

"If my boyfriend sees another letter, he's going to break up with me," you mutter. For three weeks, you'd been receiving letters from this "secret admirer" who - at first - claimed to be the better choice of partner, instead of the son of Principal Yaga. But as you slam the black locker closed, you know that these letters won't stop. So, you had to find the source and beat the shit out of them after school. It's the only way you're going to be able to salvage what meager romance you have with one of the five clan's sons.

You and Gojo walk down the hallways in silence, your hands full of your books, and you think of the prime suspects on the list: Nanami Kento, Yu Haibara, and Geto Suguru. But all three men are a class ahead of you, and you don't think any of them would dare to romance the eldest child of a prominent clan leader and not think they would be rebuffed. Especially since you're already preoccupied with--

A shove on your shoulder brings you back to the present, and you look up to see Toji Fushiguro and his friends passing by, some of them eyeing you with disdain. Your rival barely glances at you, but the person who bumped your shoulder - a girl - sneers at you.

"Watch where the fuck you're going, y/n." You stare at Fushiguro's flavor of the month, mouth curling up into a scowl.

"Yo, what the hell," Fushiguro snaps at the girl, pulling her around to face him. "Fuck you think you're doin', talking to L/n like that? Apologize." You look at the future head, and he nods at you, emerald eyes stern.

"Sorry," the girl mutters.

"No worries. I don't expect any less from one of Fushiguro's playthings," you retort, turning on your heel and walking off to class.

The rest of the day passes by in a blur, and you tap your pencil on the backside of your hand, watching the clock tick tick tick until the second-hand reaches the hour and the bells chime. You gather your things quickly, rushing over to your locker and shoving them in before grabbing your purse and beating it to the back of the school. Satoru stands off to the side of the brick building, glasses placed over his sensitive eyes, and Suguru hangs out next to him, smoking a joint.

"We can't smoke on school property," you remind him, but the senior waves you off, rolling his eyes. "Well, at least offer me a hit," you finish, and Suguru hands it to you before offering you a light.

"Satisfied, princess?" he jokes, and you inhale deeply, eyes scanning the blacktop before landing on a group of boys standing around in a huddle.

"What the hell are they doing?" you choke out, coughing as walking closer.

"Uh-uh," Geto stretches out his hand, stopping you. "It's the final step to initiation."

"For who?" No one answers you. As your vision gets a little clearer, you can see the boys fighting - no, jumping - a lone figure in the middle. A bloody face with emerald eyes looks in your direction, and you inhale sharply.

Fucking Fushiguro.

"Why are they beating the shit out of him like that?" Concern laces your tone involuntarily, but you already know the answer. If Fushiguro can stand the beating from his own associates, then he'll be able to withstand anything.

"Ah!" The sound of Toji's cry echoes around the blacktop and you flinch, the joint dropping from your hand. As Suguru leans down to pick it up, you cross your arms defensively, muttering,

"Get up. Get. Up."

But it's not like Toji can hear you now.

Or could he?

The moment he headbutts his nearest opponent, you clench your jaw, bracing yourself for his next move. And within a few minutes, he's beaten them all back, face bloody with a nasty cut decorating the right edge of his lips. Toji pushes past his associates and approaches the three of you slowly. You stiffen as he holds a blood-covered hand out to Geto, observing the minor interaction: the joint is passed to him, and Toji closes his eyes, taking a long drag before handing it back. As he walks past you, he exhales, holding your gaze until he passes directly by you and leaves the three of you behind.

"I wouldn't want to fuck with that kid in a one-on-one fight," Gojo mumbles, and Geto shakes his head, taking a drag of the joint.

"I don't think you'll ever have to."

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The next year, Toji returns from summer break with a new body, a new wardrobe, and a new coldness about him that stuns absolutely no one. Your first encounter with him is towards the end of the year, at lunch in the courtyard. His emerald eyes roll up to your face as you sit next to him.

"You've buffed out," you mention, handing him a rice cake from your bento box. "Steroids?"

"Reality," he grumbles, shoving half of the rice cake in his mouth. You lean back onto the bricks behind you, pursing your lips as he continues to consume the offering. You look at the scar that's formed on his lips, the mark paler than the rest of his skin. But it's healed well.

"It's hard to enjoy life, isn't it?" you whisper, and Toji shrugs, glancing up at the sky.

"I heard you broke up with little Yaga."

"I heard he got his ass beat when everyone found out why," you reply, chuckling.

"Yeah," Toji pipes up, his tongue fishing around his mouth. "Heard about that, too." You sigh, leaning your head back to look at the sky as well. "Why aren't you eating?" he asks, and you look over to see him frowning. "Not hungry?"

"No," you answer, sliding him the box. "Go ahead." Toji takes pieces of your shrimp tempura and eats them greedily, providing you with much-needed peace and quiet.

"You ever find out who your secret admirer was?" The notes come back to your memory, all of them dumped into the trashcan at the end of the year.

"No," you answer again, crossing your arms over your legs. "Thought it was..." you drift off, not sure what to say next.

"Shame," Toji laughs. "Would've loved to make fun of his ass for not just saying it outright."

"I don't blame him." You shrug, looking down at the blades of grass blowing in the wind. "Kind of hard to fess up to a girl who's virtually unapproachable."

"You really think that?"

"I know that." Silence.

"You're wrong," Toji states, just as the bells chime for the end of lunch. He stands, dusting his pants off and walking away from you without another word.

Your second encounter with him is at a house party celebrating the end of the school year.

The music is loud, and you're clad in skimpy clothing and attracting way too much attention. But with your girlfriends by your side and Gojo and Geto back from their first year of college, you feel safe nonetheless. You're standing in the kitchen when you see Toji walking through the house, eyes roaming over the crowd with displeasure.

When they land on you, though, his brows lift a little, then his lips part slightly as he raises a broad hand up to wave at you. You wave back, earning you a coo from a few of your friends, and then turn to see if Gojo and Geto see him. But they seem too wrapped up in getting a couple of senior girls to make out with them, so you turn back around, walking toward the lone Fushiguro and smiling widely.

"No crew?" you wonder, handing him your cup full of vodka. Toji takes it, sniffs it, then chugs it.

"I don't go out with them like that," he answers. "Just want to be alone tonight. What about you, unapproachable girl?" You roll your eyes at the nickname, and he taps the skin on your waist, walking into the kitchen. "What did you have?" You point at the Beluga Noble Gold, and he opens it, flicking off the cap and pouring some in your cup before chugging the rest of it.

"Toji--"

"All I want tonight is just to forget for a minute," he groans, hands running through his hair after he puts the bottle down. You sit your cup on the counter, seeing the stress on Toji's face and cupping it between your hands. You run a thumb over his scar and he flinches, but you don't let go.

"I can help with that," you offer, walking back into the living room where the lights are off and people are dancing to the rhythm of the song. Toji pulls you close in the darkness, his hands resting on your hips as you sway back and forth, still holding his face between your hands.

"Y/n, this year has been fucking hell," he breathes, and you nod, knowing both of you had gone through extensive training on picking up the clan's responsibilities in the light of his father dying and your father's health failing. "I can't sleep."

"I know," you reply, tucking your head into the space between his chest and neck. He brings one of your hands down from his face and onto his chest, where his heart beats rapidly. You both listen to the song in silence, letting the vodka work its magic and strip your senses of the fine-tuning they've been under for over sixteen years.

"I needed this," Toji finally exhales, and you look up at him curiously. "Vodka is really clearing up my head." You're about to reply when he moves your hand off of his chest and kisses your knuckles slowly, one by one.

"You're drunk," you whisper, chuckling and trying to pull your hand away. Toji grips it tighter, looking down at you and biting his bottom lip.

"Nope. Never been clearer-headed." He angles his head down and captures your lips with his, hands moving off your waist to hold your face. You lean into the kiss and finally feel something that you've only heard about but never actually felt: a spark.

"Fushiguro..." you moan into his mouth, and he pulls away, looking around for something. When he spots it, he grabs your hand and takes you up the stairs, throwing open a bedroom door. You see two people already making out on the bed, but Toji flicks on the light and grunts, "Out."

When the two girls see him, they scamper out of the room, and Toji turns to you, eyes roaming your face. "If you say no, I stop. We forget this ever happened."

"I'm not saying no," you retort, hands on your hips.

"Then fucking come here," he murmurs, pulling you into him again and flicking the light off. You close the door with your foot, leaning back onto it and letting Toji press both hands on either side of you while he kisses you deeply, hungrily.

"But it will be my... first time..." you whisper between kisses. Toji stops, pulling back.

"Really?"

"Uh-huh," you reply, staring into his bottomless eyes.

"I need to be super sober for this," he admits, wiping his face. "No, I can't do it. Not right now." You swallow hard, the aftertaste of the vodka now bitter. "We can cuddle if you want, but--" Toji breaks off, running a hand over your cheek. "Your first time is special. I want you to look back on it with no regrets." You nod, understanding his reasoning, then allowing him to lead you to the bed, where he spoons you from behind.

"We'll just sleep it off," you mumble, and Toji buries his face in your neck, encasing you in his strong arms.

"Yeah. We can decide what to do tomorrow. If that is, you still want to do anything."

"I think... I will..."

"We'll see."

[colorseeingchick]

Gingerbread Bae (Akaashi Keiji x Fem!Reader)

Part of the 12 days of Christmas Event!

Summary: You and Akaashi have been dating in secret for MONTHS. But the time to share your secret is coming, and neither of you know how to go about it. Lucky for you, a rag tag team of your friends are here to help.

WC: 4.1K - and for LITERALLY what reason dear heavens

Warnings: maybe language? Some innuendos/tension. Unedited.

Tags: lil hurt/comfort; fluff; crack.

A/N: I just wanted to write the interactions between Haikyu boys who would not usually interact. Nothing spicy or super romantic tbh. Also justice for Akaashi expect heavy romantic stuff w him another day

“Does anyone actually eat gingerbread? Like, it’s just decoration, right?”

“Bokuto-san, it’s bread! You eat bread, don’t you?”

“...Well yeah.”

“So people obviously eat gingerbread too! I think. Actually, now that I think about it though, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone eat gingerbread…”

“That’s what I’m saying, Hinata-kun.”

The conversation between Bokuto and Hinata continues on in your kitchen, only distracting you a bit from the task at hand - assembling a gingerbread house.

“Do I ask what I’ve missed out on, or can I just assume that it’s nothing pressing,” Kuroo asks as he comes up beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder and rubbing a small circle against you, followed by two little pats - his standard friendly but distant greeting.

“They’re trying to figure out if people actually eat gingerbread,” you mumble, carefully trying to mold the walls of the gingerbread house together.

“Oh, wow,” you could hear his smirk before you could see it.

“Bokuto-san, I can answer your question with certainty, people do indeed eat gingerbread.”

“AKAASHI! You’re back!” Bokuto yells to his favorite setter, who has appeared on the other side of you. He placing a hand on your back as well, but letting his touch linger. As you look up at him, he smiles down at you, a gentle glow apparent in his eyes. “Hi.”

You smile back, holding the gingerbread pieces in place as you let the frosting adhesive settle. “Hi.”

Kuroo coughs, getting you both to look at his smug grin he barely hid. “Akaashi-kun, you should help Y/N with the gingerbread house. If you guys don’t finish it by the time the rest of her guests arrive, it might be a problem.” Today’s party is bound to be an interesting one. All of your friends were going to be meeting each other. And you meant all of them. Having moved around while also being an extrovert, you have quite an extensive set of connections. You’d grown up in Miagi, and had always been very close to the boy next door who was one year older than you, Tooru Oikawa. You’d grown close to his friends over the years, even though you went to different high schools. You had your friends from your first year at Karasuno, and when you transferred to Nekoma in Tokyo and moved to your apartment there, your circles expanded further. It doesn’t help that you’ve been a volleyball manager the whole way through, and that all your friends also happened to rivals.

“How is that my problem?” He squeezes your shoulder subtly, telling you he doesn’t mean it that way.

“I don’t know, Akaashi-kun, how is it your problem?”

Kuroo knows exactly why it would be Akaashi’s problem. Kuroo is the only one who currently knows you and Akaashi are dating. You’d met Akaashi and Bokuto through Kuroo. It didn’t take long for you to find out that Akaashi’s home was actually really close to your apartment in Tokyo, and that you both had shared interests. After that, it didn’t take long for you both to start dating. But immediately, you and Akaashi both agreed that you didn’t wanna tell anyone for a number of reasons. For one, you didn’t want to tell anyone prematurely without knowing if it was gonna last. There was also the thing about you being on rival teams that you didn’t know how to deal with, and so you guys agreed to not tell any of your teammates -- at least, that was the policy until Kuroo found out. When he saw Akaashi’s name with a heart pop up on your phone after practice one day (you changed it immediately after), he had a lot of questions. But he’s been you and Akaashi’s biggest bully but also biggest alibi since. The Nekoma team would definitely lose it if they found out you were dating an ‘Owl boy,’ and so Kuroo worked to diffuse any suspicions they may have had. But now that seven months have passed, and it seemed like you and Akaashi were in it for the long game, the problem became finding a moment to tell people. As for your friends back home, you were worried they’d be mad if they found out you’d been dating a volleyball boy for so long without ever telling them . Akaashi, also being a chronic overthinker, was of the same mind, and wasn’t really looking to have boys he didn’t even know dislike him. Kuroo tried to convince you both that ‘if they find out, they’ll find out,’and that it wouldn’t be a big deal. But neither of you were really sold on the idea. You’d decided to make it a later issue, even though being open about your relationship would make life easier for the both of you.

Ignoring Kuroo’s question in its entirety, Akaashi pulls up a chair next to you and moves close. “Would you like my help? Otherwise, I’m willing to just give you the company.” His eyes express a lot more fondness than his indifferent but polite words.

“I’d love the help…Akaashi-kun,” calling him by his last name feels so foreign, but you know that you don’t have another option right now.

“Y/N-senpai, do you really need to finish the gingerbread house? Why are you so determined to finish it?” Hinata asks curiously as you hear Kuroo open the door for some other guests. You hear Kuroo playfully arguing with the newcomers and conclude that it's Karasuno third years.

“It’s tradition, I always have one when my party starts, and everyone adds a decoration to it as the night goes on. But that won’t happen until…I finish putting it together in the first place. Daichi, Suga, Azumane, hello!” you nudge Akaashi a bit and he grabs the pieces you were holding from you, allowing you to let go and get up. You give them all proper greetings with quick side hugs before plopping back into your seat, putting up the next two walls of the gingerbread house.

“The gingerbread house again? How fun,” you hear Suga chirp, coming over to watch. You feel Akaashi press his leg against yours. Akaashi was very secure in his relationship with you, however, he would be lying if he didn’t admit that he was sometimes a bit worried about Suga, who you had a huge crush on during your first year.

“Gotta keep the tradition going,” you say, allowing your elbow to reassuringly slide close to Akaashi for a moment as you pull away, the four walls of the house set up.

Suga gently smiles and greets Akaashi as well, raising his eyebrows in a wordless question. Akaashi shakes his head, blushing, well aware of what Suga is implying.

He’s onto us, huh. He’s always been pretty perceptive.

“I’ll leave you two to finish the house then,” he says, smiling as he walks away, punching Daichi in the shoulder and pulling him along to the living room, where the Nekoma and Karasuno 2nd years are settled down.

The roof has always been the part you’ve struggled most with. “Ready for the last bit?” you ask your boyfriend, applying the frosting onto the borders of the top of the wall.

“Yes,” he says, handing you one side of the roof.

You both place the pieces on top, holding them gently, waiting for them to adhere. Slowly you pull your hands away, and the house stands sturdy. You let out a little cheer, smiling at Akaashi, and give him a double high five. As you pull away, you see Akaashi smile fondly back at you. Whenever he looked at you like that, you couldn’t help but get butterflies. His admirative glances with those sleepy eyes of his always took you out of it, staring back.

“Thank you,” you whisper to him, not breaking eye contact.

A loud cough comes from behind you as Kuroo tosses his arms around both of you, pulling you towards him. “If you guys are trying to be subtle, let me tell you right now, you’re failing,” he murmurs, a large smile spread across his face as he eyes Bokuto and Hinata. You turn to look as well. Hinata seemed oblivious as always, chatting away with Bokuto about something volleyball related or the other, and Bokuto seems to be just as engaged, chatting right back. But you can see from the corner of his eye, the way he’s making eye contact with Akaashi.

Before either of you can speak, you hear your phone go off.

“We’re here <3”

Raising your eyebrows at Akaashi, you get up and walk to the front door. Opening it, you’re immediately tugged into a tight hug by Oikawa, followed by a less intense hug from Iwaizumi and dap ups (I just know they dap everyone up) from Makki and Mattsun.

“Y/N-chan~” Oikawa sweeps you up into another hug. “I’ve missed you so much.”

You hug him back gently, happy to be with your childhood best friend again, but hyper aware of the eyes watching you from the other side of the room.

“The great king!?” Hinata screams.

“Oh, I guess the first years wouldn’t know, would they,” he asks, turning to you, “Y/N-chan and I have been best friends since we were little. Tobio-kun can tell you all about it.”

“Kageyama, you know they were best friends?” Hinata asks.

“Of course, boke, I went to middle school with both of them. They were always together.”

You giggle at their banter, enjoying the chaos and energy flooding your house. Iwaizumi nudges your shoulder and asks, “Have you set it up?”

“Of course, I finished the gingerbread house just now, actually. Akaashi-kun helped me.”

And as the words come out of your mouth, it hits you. You think back to the Seijoh boys’ greeting, to Hinata and Kageyama’s comments, and your stomach drops a bit. You scan the room, looking for him, when you lock eyes with Kuroo instead. His eyebrows are cocked, concerned in the slightest, while his lips are turned into a generic smile, one of pleasantries. He immediately approaches the newcomers who were right behind you.

“Kuroo Tetsuro, Y/N’s told me much about you guys,” he skips the basic greetings and jumps the important details, extending his hand.

Oikawa’s disposition shifts, his light bubbly attitude settling into a sassier one, his smile turning into a smirk. “You’re her new captain, aren’t you? Well the pleasure’s all mine.”

Immediately, you cut off the impending conversation. “Y’all can beef over volleyball stuff later, you’ve known each other for literally less than a minute. Right now, enjoy the party as my friends, mkay?” You punch both of them in the arms. Immediately, their eyebrows raise, but a smile crawls across Oikawa’s face first.

“Seems like nothing’s changed. And I’m glad you’re comfortable with your new team to give them attitude as well.”

“Oh, so she’s always been like this then?” Kuroo teases, to which you just roll your eyes.

“Iwa, if you wanna check out the gingerbread house, it’s in the kitchen. You can come with me and we can leave these idiots back here,” you say, walking away to leave the taunts but also to find Akaashi. Iwa shoves past Oikawa (playfully, of course), and Mattsun and Makki make their way to the living room to join all the chaotic second years, the Karasuno third years, and Kenma. But as you walk past Kuroo, he nudges you and gives you that concerned look again, one that seemed alarmed. You catalog his reaction and make small talk with Iwa as you walk to the kitchen. Kuroo and Oikawa continue to chat at the front of the house.

“It’s been so long, I don’t even know where to start,” Iwa says to you, looking down to see you, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “Any major life updates?” He asks.

You hesitate. While Oikawa has been your older friend, Iwa has been a bit more trusted one. He knows everything about you, if you were being honest. And vice versa. But you both had a policy to only have those conversations over the phone in an emergency, but otherwise, to be in person if possible. If there was a time to tell Iwa about Akaashi, it would be now.

“I do, I’ll tell you in a bit. But I have some friends I’d like for you to meet first,” as you enter the kitchen, you scan the room, and find your lovely boyfriend stuck to the wall with a cup guarding his body, with Bokuto next to him. Your wallflower looks up at you, a gentle smile crossing his lips while his eyes gleamed with a sadness only a select few could pick up on.

Concern swirls in your stomach as you grab Iwa’s wrist and immediately pull him towards Akaashi. You conclude that Kuroo’s expression from earlier was trying to warn you that Akaashi had heard everything from the front room and had retreated to the kitchen. As you step towards him and Bokuto, you get on with the introductions. “Bo-kun, Keiji, this is Iwaizumi, he’s one of my childhood best friends. Iwa-kun, this is Bokuto and Akaashi, they’re on Fukurodani’s team.”

You know Iwa’s been meaning to meet Bokuto for a while, but he asks something else on impulse, “Keiji, is your first name then?”

Bokuto picks up on the same thing and follows up, “Since when did you start calling Akaashi by his first name?”

“Since we started dating.”

Akaashi’s eyes widen, Iwa’s eyebrows raise, and Bokuto’s jaw drops.

“I KNEW-” Akaashi immediately clasps his hand over Bokuto’s mouth.

“Hush, Bokuto-san, please.”

“How long have you been dating,” Iwa asks immediately.

“Seven months,” you say quietly.

“I wouldn’t have minded that as a text, even if we hadn’t seen each other, you know,” Iwa responds.

“I’ve been with them the whole time and they never told me either, so you’re not alone.” Bokuto pulls Akaashi’s hand off his face and whispers.

“We haven’t told ANYONE we don’t really know how to, and I’m worried Oikawa and some of the others might react really intensely if they find out so that’s why I’m telling you both now. Because you’re some of our closest friends.” You look at Akaashi for reassurance and he nods at you passionately.

Iwa sighs, “you’re not wrong for worrying, I’ll tell you that much. At least, about Oikawa. I’m sure most of the people here won’t care too much, they’ll be happy for you but most guys don’t care.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying,” you hear a deep cocky voice cut in, watching as Kuroo rests his arm on Bokuto’s shoulder.

“YOU-” Bokuto starts while Akaashi lifts his hand to cover his mouth again, “Sorry: ah, you knew?!” he aggressively whispers.

“Not by their choice, unfortunately. But yes, I have,” he answers. “Iwa-chan is right, Y/N.”

“What did you call me?” Iwa turns in surprise to

“Iwa-chan fits you dude, I can see why it’s your nickname.”

You contemplate if Iwa has a shorter temper than Kuroo has gall, but you push it off as a concern for later.

“Your help would be appreciated,” Akaashi cuts in, lowering his head in a small bow as he asks the three boys for help on behalf of both of you.

Iwa rubs the back of his neck. “Of course. A friend of Y/N’s is a friend of mine.”

“I’ve been here from the start, so count me in,” Kuroo adds.

“If you need me to do anything, I can help, too,” Bokuto continues to whisper, smiling at Akaashi and then to you.

“Perfect. Then let’s think about this.”

As Iwa, Kuroo, and Bokuto walk off to plot, Akaashi pulls you aside.

“My love, why did you-”

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask you before I did it, Keiji, I’m really sorry, I just-”

“No, no, no don’t apologize.” He covertly squeezes your hands. “I don’t mind at all, and I think telling Iwaizumi-san was the right call. But I was just curious what you were thinking, is all.”

You relax a bit, explaining, “We’ve been fine not telling anyone thus far, but, I forget that a lot of my friends are guys, and also that a lot of them are pretty touchy and close and all that, and that wouldn’t change unless they knew I was with you. I’m so happy I’m with you, and I don’t want to, I don’t know- I don’t want to have to pretend like I’m not with you.”

His eyes shine, and you see him smile, one of those rare, rare full toothy smiles. “I adore you.”

Your heart leaps at his words. “Well let’s see if you still adore me after whatever chaos occurs.”

~~~~~

You have no idea how this is going to go over. Neither you nor Akaashi are the flamboyant types, while Bokuto and Kuroo definitely are. Iwa was the tie breaker, and actually proposed a middle ground.

“Y/N, when are you going to decorate the gingerbread house?” Oikawa asks as he tosses his arm around you, pulling you towards the kitchen, away from the other second years you were fighting with. All the third years happened to be lingering in the kitchen, with Akaashi close by as well.

“Clearly you would like me to do it now,” you laugh, coming up to the gingerbread house.

“Well of course, I want to be able to put my decorations on too, yanno. But I can only do that after you.”

It was your tradition after all. You started it back in 3rd grade when Oikawa came over for Christmas with the rest of his family. The two of you were left with a singular gingerbread house to occupy yourselves with, and while Oikawa was busy pouting, you built it and added a singular decoration-the door. You told Oikawa to do the next one, and then dragged all the members of your family and his to do the same. By the end, you all had come together to create a crazy albeit cute little gingerbread house. And since then, you’ve kept the tradition up.

After Oikawa (unprecedentedly) gives a speech explaining the backstory, he nudges you forward to do the first decoration.

Way to make it more of a thing, Tooru. But you look to Iwa, Kuroo, and Bokuto who were all standing in the corner. Kuroo is grinning his signature cheshire grin, Bokuto is smiling like a goofball, and Iwa nods at you reassuringly. You scan your eyes over to Akaashi, who’s also ready for what you’re about to do, blushing profusely.

“I actually don’t think I should do the first decoration this year.”

“What?” Oikawa looks shocked. “But, but you do it every year. You always build the house and do the decoration.” He’s not talking to anyone else but you now.

“You’re right,” you respond to him, “but this year I wasn’t the one who built the house. Not by myself at least. Akaashi-kun was the one who did most of it honestly. And he actually helped me organize and put this whole party together. None of this would’ve happened without him, so I think that it’s only fitting he gets to put the first decoration.”

You know that very few people here probably care about the tradition, the lore, and all of it. But volleyball boys be damned, everyone suddenly seemed very invested in how close you were to Akaashi.

“Is that okay?” You turn to Oikawa and ask, nervous about his reaction. But when you look into his eyes, you see his thoughts churning.

“It’s your tradition, Y/N-chan, if that’s what you want, then go for it.”

“Keiji, c’mere.”

You swear these high school volleyball boys are all like tweens watching a romance movie, the way they gasp when you call him by his first name. It definitely doesn’t help his stage fright, you can tell by the way the rest of his face turns red as he walks up to you.

You glance at Oikawa, who’s eyes went from confused to suddenly very amused. “Oh? Oh~ Y/N-chan, I see how it is. If you wanted your little boyfriend to decorate your house, you should have just told me,” he whispers just so you and Akaashi can hear, sending both of you into frenzied blushes (you’re surprised at how his blush gets worse).

“I’m only an inch shorter than you, Oikawa-san,” Akaashi says, glancing at the other setter.

He smiles, cocking his head with a smirk, while you hand Akaashi a piping bag, listening to the murmurs in the room. Akaashi quickly gets to drawing on a door, while you hear Hinata ask the question no one else was willing to ask.

“Y/N-san, why are you so comfortable with Akaashi-san?”

You freeze. This is it. You’re super nervous, and you nervously look at Akaashi, who glances back at you as well.

But someone beats you to it. “They’re datingggg,” a deep holler comes from Kuroo, who brings a hand up to his mouth, yelling while shielding his face. Immediately, Iwaizumi throws a tough punch into his arm.

“Bro I swear-”

“YOU GUYS ARE DATING,” you hear Hinata yell, eyes wide.

“Akaashi-san is very smart and nice, so it shouldn’t be too surprising he’s dating someone like Y/N, boke,” Kageyama responds.

Akaashi ignores (or pretends to ignore) all the chatter from the group, turning and handing you the piping bag. “Let me know how you like it.”

When you crouch down to lean towards the gingerbread house, you see the cutest little door, with a nice pattern framing the border and a beautiful heart with your last name written inside.

“I love it,” you turn back to him, the happiness from the house overriding the nervousness from your friends.

Quickly, you know what you wanna add, and draw on a welcome mat with a bunch of flowers bordering the front of the house.

As you step back, you hand the piping bag off to Oikawa. “I’m sorry, I didn’t tell you earlier, Tooru-kun.”

He grabs the bag from you and smiles, “don’t worry about it, Y/N-chan.”

“You’re not angry?” you ask.

“Nah, I always knew the day would come where you’d be swept away by some gentleman who’ll treat you as well as your besties have. And I’m just glad I was right.”

He grabs two gingerbread men, drawing on features that resemble Akaashi. “Is that Keiji?” You ask, Akaashi watching with a curious expression.

“Yes, this is your house isn’t it? He’s a part of it now, clearly.”

Both of you blush again, unable to really escape the embarrassment as the teasing continues.

“Congrats to the happy couple,” Bokuto cheers as the new (odd) trio walks up to you, OIkawa, and Akaashi.

“Dude they’re just dating, they're not married,” Kuroo responds.

“Yet,” Oikawa cuts in.

“Introducing all your friends to each other has to be your worst idea Y/N. You’ve just guaranteed that you and Akaashi-kun will never get a break,” Iwaizumi adds.

“You’re a bro now, ‘Iwa-chyan!’ You’ll love us eventually,” you watch as Kuroo tosses an arm around Iwa, a sly smirk on his face.

“This is the start of a beautiful friendship, Y/N-chan, you did good,” Oikawa responds, watching Iwaizumi roll his eyes while letting Kuroo keep his arm on his shoulder.

“You guys are a cute couple,” you hear Suga come up with the Karasuno boys, talking to Akaashi.

“Thank you, Suga-san,” Akaashi says while he nods and smiles a bit.

“You figured it out, right?” You turn to address him.

“Yeah, it wasn’t hard to figure out when I saw you guys building the house like that.”

“Y/N-san, I still can’t believe it!” Hinata is wide eyed.

“Y/N! You’re really dating an owl! The betrayal!” You hear Yamamoto whine while the group of Nekoma boys arrive to decorate the house.

“You really didn’t know? It was pretty obvious,” Kenma quietly adds, still playing on his switch.

“What?” Inuoka and Lev ask in sync.

“Do you not pay attention during our practice games?” Kenma asks.

As the party went on, all your guests come to talk to you and Akaashi, making jokes or asking about you guys.

It definitely isn’t what you expected your party to be like. But when you feel Akaashi grab your hand openly and squeeze it, giving you the biggest smile and pulling you closer to him, you know it’s worth it. As long as everyone was smiling and the house became more and more lively (both your real house and the gingerbread house) you’re content.

Notes:

- the only other dude who's had a crush on Y/N for a long time was Iwaizumi, and when he found out a dude who looked similar to him was dating her, he was almost gonna lose it at the irony (dw tho, he's over you mostly).

- Kuroo and Bokuto decided to harass Iwaizumi into friendship; Iwa secretly thinks they're hella funny and enjoys being around them.

- Kenma knew before Kuroo did.

- Bokuto also knew before anyone else that Akaashi was in love with you when he saw Akaashi blush for the first time while talking to you.

- Oikawa thinks you and Akaashi are the cutest couple but he's gonna wait to say that till you two have dated for a longer period of time.

- Suga woulda said yes if you asked him out your first year.

A/N: platonic friend stuff is fun to write but so hard to do in 1 piece. time to do a longer project !?

anyways I'll try and grind through more of the event! Merry Christmas my loves.

[j-amespotter]

★ august [pt. 1] - s. b.

“you weren’t mine to lose.”

Pairing: Sirius Black x Slytherin!Reader, Regulus Black x Reader (mentioned)

x. x. x.

Summary: As one of the Order of the Phoenix’s freshest recruits, love certainly was not on Sirius Black’s mind the summer after he finished school – especially not with a Slytherin, who just happened to be his brother’s girlfriend.

Genre/Warnings: angst, alcohol, language, mentions of death & war, infidelity, implied smut 

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: august but from the guy’s pov?? i think yes. this was the first one-shot i wrote for this series so let me know what you think! lmk if you wanna be added to my taglist. p.s. i do not condone cheating!!!!!! 

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Your lips were centimeters apart. It seemed too late to change course, but he had to ask. He had never done something so reckless, which for him, was saying something. “Are you sure?”

He was scared of the answer. One look at you told him you were scared of answering. “We’ve never… I mean, I’ve never done this before,” you whispered. Your noses grazed against each other, tantalizingly close. 

His hand hovered underneath your robes. It felt large against your bare stomach. “We can stop.” 

“I don’t want to stop.” With one hand around his neck and the other on his chest, you tugged him closer. The moment your lips met erased his doubts so fully that if he stopped to think about it, it would have scared him.

Your shoes slipped off as he delicately lifted you off of your feet. Gently, he laid you down on his bed and paused to stare at how small and trusting you looked in the moment. It was only your fifth visit to his flat, yet you already looked like you belonged. He would never have expected someone from his forgotten life to fit into his current one so unquestionably. 

*One Week Earlier*

It was getting easier and easier to slip away from Regulus these days. While you were accustomed to seeing less of each other during the summer holidays, now you were more distant than ever. You knew why, of course. Being a Slytherin, you were privy to an entire host of secrets – Regulus was too. Hogwarts’ rowdiest, most divided class graduated just a month earlier, and many of your friends, if you could even call them that, had chosen a side in this war. His side. 

You knew Regulus agreed with the Dark Lord’s philosophies and marveled at his promises. However, it was not until this school year that you realized exactly how much your boyfriend worshipped the elusive man responsible for the murders of so many innocent people. He would scour the Daily Prophet for news, eager but not uneasy. He trailed after Snape, Avery, and Mulciber, and the whisperings about the three of them were hardly positive. It was rumored that all of them had been "marked." You didn’t know exactly what that meant but worried Regulus was next. 

He sensed your fear but didn’t say much to soothe you. Perhaps he thought he could convince you to join him – or, at least, stand by his side as he signed away his services. You weren’t interested. In fact, you were terrified. Though your family was prominent, prosperous, and pureblood, they never participated in what your father coined to be “blood politics.” Your indifference, which occasionally transformed into blatant disgust, over the growingly common prejudice among your peers ostracized you from your fellow Slytherins. You managed to keep your reservations to yourself for the sake of House unity but could no longer remain silent. Not when your childhood love drifted further and further away from you. 

It was slow, but of course, there was a final straw. In his last letter, Regulus wrote that his cousin Bella was teaching him how to duel “the proper way.” As someone who saw nothing substandard in your Defense Against the Dark Arts education thus far, you could only imagine what Bellatrix Lestrange would consider to be the “proper” way to duel. You had limited experience with the woman, having only caught glimpses of her as a child at Grimmauld Place and as Regulus’s date to her wedding. Nonetheless, the rumors about her were becoming increasingly hard to ignore.

So you sought the one person you thought may listen to you. Of course, there was the issue of finding him. You had no idea where he lived, though you doubted he would be thrilled to meet you, especially at his place of residence. You thought of writing to him but could not risk seeing and sending the words you had not yet uttered aloud. 

Ultimately, you decided that the best course of action was to find him in public, no matter how difficult it would be. You knew if you willed it hard enough, fate would bring him to you – and you understood the power of your love better than anyone. 

It took six days of solitary walks through Diagon Alley for you to finally find him. It wasn’t easy at all. You managed to keep your parents at bay by entrusting your safety with your pureblood Slytherin status. However, what was once the most bustling shopping center in the Wizarding World became drearier by day. More wanted posters appeared on brick walls as the number of disappearances grew. Within days, there were fewer groups of visitors for you to huddle behind without drawing suspicion. 

He was in the Leaky Cauldron with a shorter man, someone you recognized to be Peter Pettigrew. They were huddled together but deep in conversation. Actually, it seemed as though he was doing most of the talking. You found yourself staring at his muscular, tattooed arms as he gestured wildly at Pettigrew, who stared at him with wonder, excitement, and apprehension all at once. Despite the normal-looking exchange, both men gripped their wands tightly and took turns periodically glancing over their shoulders. 

Peter was too far away for you to read his lips, but checked his watch and jumped in surprise. You inched closer, hoping to find an in for your mission. Finally, you were close enough to hear his parting words. “Sorry, Padfoot... Mum’s waiting for me. You know how she gets, especially now.” 

“Alright, mate. Get home safe. I’ll see you… when I see you.” 

You were not stupid. You had no idea what that meant, but judging by Peter’s stiff nod, there was definitely a predetermined meeting time and place that they could not risk anyone overhearing. Given the circumstances, you could hardly blame them. 

Your interaction with Sirius Black was limited, but you had heard enough about him to know that he was reckless, devil-may-care, and according to his brother, inconsiderate of everyone’s feelings. Hearing the sincerity in his goodbye to his friend sounded quite the opposite, or perhaps was just a sign of the times. 

Peter scurried away and out of sight. You saw Sirius reach for a pouch in his pocket, out of which he scooped a handful of Sickles. They clattered onto the table. Before he finished counting his change, you slid into the seat across from him. 

Startled, Sirius stood and pointed his wand at you. His motions were seamless. It was as if he could kill you with a single swish. You hardly had time to wonder if you would be as skilled with your wand as he seemed to be when you finished school. “Listen, I just want to talk. Please sit down.” There weren’t too many other customers in the pub, but there was no doubt your exchange was attracting attention. 

Sirius sneered at you. “Why would I want to talk to you? Did he send you? Whatever it is, I don’t want to hear it.”

It surprised you that he knew who you were. Regulus was convinced that Sirius abandoned the Black family once and for all and did not care for his extracurricular activities. Granted, much of your scheme relied on the fact that he did. “No, he didn’t send me. I need to talk to you about him, actually. In private.”

He looked apprehensive but curious. You sighed in relief as he lowered his wand and sat down, “Whatever you have to say, you can say it here.” 

“Please,” you tried again. “I’m no threat to you.” 

He stared at you, and in his pale eyes you saw something so familiar yet so foreign. “Fine. Follow me.” 

He swiftly led you out of the pub. Although you were eager, you maintained an acceptable distance from him. The air was sticky; you could feel your flushed cheeks. You always hated summer because of the unbearable weather and because it was always the longest you would spend apart from Regulus. However, you found yourself entranced by the way Sirius’s neckline glistened. There was a warm glow radiating off of the little bits of his exposed skin, slightly tanner than his brother’s. You were surprised at how easy it was to distinguish these details. You always considered yourself to be too young for and morally above noticing Regulus’s physique. It was far too shallow to remark on a man's physical beauty and far too desperate when all you could see were his neck and arms. 

“Get your license yet?” 

You shook your head. “No, not yet.” 

“Okay,” said Sirius, extending a hand. “I’ll take you with me.” 

You were used to Side-Along Apparition, so your surprise was more at your surroundings. You landed on a street in front of a very tall building. Craning your neck to observe the one in front of you, you asked, “Where are we?” 

“London,” he answered vaguely. He had not let go of your hand. 

“I figured. But this looks like a Muggle building.” 

“Got a problem with that?” He snapped, and as if he had just realized what he was doing, he let go of your hand as if it was rotting. 

You internally groaned at how sweaty it was. “N-No. I’ve just never been around here, that’s all.” 

You waited for a snarky response, but received none. Instead, he pushed open the door of the building and led your to what you could only assume was his flat. 

“I would say make yourself at home, but don’t.” Sirius did not have guests often, and when he did, they definitely did not include his little brother’s girlfriend. Damn, he thought to himself. Wait until James hears about this. 

You were still in school – although, so was he, just a month earlier. But you were in a rival house. And worst of all, he had seen you in the same position, perched onto a sofa with inquisitive eyes, when you both were children at his parents’ house. It was curious to him that you looked just as out of place then as you did now. 

“I know this is strange, but I have no other choice.” Your voice broke off and for the tiniest millisecond, he felt sorry for you. “I think he’s… I mean I feel that… that R-Regulus is planning on joining the Dark Lord.” “Call him Voldemort, will you?” Sirius interrupted irritably. 

You flinched. “I really shouldn’t.”

Though he was annoyed, he understood and did not probe you further. “Listen, I don’t know what you thought trying to find me, or even how you found me for that matter, but I can’t help you. I know what you’re worried about and you’re probably right to be worried. But I tried talking to him before I ran – I mean, left. He won’t budge. He’s in too deep. Sorry,” he added. 

Your eyes glossed over. “I figured you’d say that.” Tears streamed down your rosy cheeks. “S-Sorry, I don’t mean to load this on you. I just feel so alone sometimes. And so scared for him. He really has no idea what he’s getting himself into, does he?”

Sirius stared at you, contemplating whether he should tell you what his dim-witted brother was really getting himself into. He only started to see it for himself now. “I’m not sure what I should tell you, but I understand. If you want to talk about it…” 

You glanced at him in wonder, cocking your head to the side. “Er, thanks. But I should get home. My parents must be worried. Can I Floo out of here?” 

You looked even more upset than before, and Sirius felt guilty for leaving everything so unresolved. Although, should he really care about your feelings? Anyone who willingly chose to spend time with a tosser like Regulus probably deserved whatever hell he would put them through… although… 

“Yeah, I installed one,” he said, gesturing to the fireplace. 

Wiping your eyes nimbly, you stood and smoothed the front of your robes. “Thank you. Sorry if it was a bother.”

“No problem. I know… I know that you aren’t like them. And I know what you’re going through. Probably better than anyone.”

You smiled at him, and without warning, his stomach flipped. It couldn’t have been the first time he’d seen you smile, but it was definitely the first time you smiled at him. Maybe you had once before when you were children. For now, all Sirius seemed to hone in on was the soft dimple on your right cheek and the way your eyes lit up almost automatically. 

“If you ever need to talk about it, you can always come around here.” He knew it was strange for him to offer you that, but you had known each other for so long. You both had the same doubts… perhaps you lacked the bravery to act on them as he did, though he could hardly fault you for that. 

“Thank you, Sirius,” you said softly. 

☆

It was more than sex. You would spend hours talking, entangled in his bedsheets, watching the sunrise together for several mornings in a row. Sirius glanced warily at the clock on his bedside table. “Where do your parents think you are?”

You were drawing circles on his bare chest. “I told them I was with him.” 

Despite being the reason you sought him out, it became an unspoken rule between the two of you to not mention his name. The subject of Regulus and, by extension, the war became as taboo as saying Lord Voldemort. 

He hated it. He tried to convince himself that he was acting on lust, that he just needed to relieve his stress of the war and Order training, but he couldn’t. Not when every time you arrived unannounced, he scribbled excuses to get out of dinner with the Potters, or drinks with the boys, or hell, even Order meetings. 

Sirius wished he could explain it to James. Surely, his best friend would convince him of the stupidity of engaging in an affair with his brother’s girlfriend. But then he would watch you wearing his shirt, sipping wine, and dancing barefoot in his kitchen. He would imagine you wrapping your arms around his waist on his new motorcycle and his insides would implode. Then, he would decide that he did not want to be dissuaded. He was falling for you. One look at you told him you were falling for him too. 

“Where have you been, mate? The parents are driving me up a wall about you. Lily’s convinced you’ve got a girlfriend or something,” joked James. 

They were sitting in the pub on a night Sirius knew you had a family function to attend. He swallowed bitterly as he wondered whether or not Regulus would be there. Were you together right now? Did you confess? Was he angry? Were you crying?

Noticing his best friend’s silence, James raised an eyebrow. “Do you? Have a girlfriend or something?”

Sirius knew he could not lie to James, but he debated exactly how much he wanted to delve into the subject. “Or something.” Before he could he stop himself, the secrets were spilling off of his tongue. 

When he finished, Sirius wasn’t sure if he felt better or worse. He tried to focus on James’s hazel eyes as they widened at every turn in the story. “Mate… you’re fucked.”

He tried not to ponder at these words too hard in the hopes that he wouldn’t splinch himself Apparating back to his flat. It didn’t shock him to see you there – he had allowed you too much access to everything and he had no intention of taking it back.

Emerald green dress robes were slipping off of your shoulders. With pearls draped around your neck and pieces of hair straying out of your topknot, Sirius could not help but swoon at how beautiful you looked. He wondered briefly what it would have been like if you had chosen him over Regulus. What if there was no foul play? Would you be happy? Or would you run away, as you had with his brother?

He was still tipsy. James’s warnings ran scattered in his brain, ringing like a siren. But they mattered little now that you were in front of him. “How was–” 

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you interrupted. Then you stepped forward and tugged at his half-unbuttoned shirt, pressing your lips against his. “Make me forget.” 

“Consider it done.” 

Your bare limbs tangled together as you shared wine-drunk, open-mouthed, sporadic kisses, giggling and whispering words of sensual encouragement. How did you become so in sync in a matter of weeks? Sirius had never fallen this hard. “I’m yours, (Y/N).” 

You hummed in satisfaction, fingers wound up in his hair. 

“I mean it,” he urged. “I love you.” 

You didn’t respond. Strange, he thought to himself. You never hesitated in reciprocating, ever. When he jumped, you jumped with him, no questions asked. He glanced at the clock from over your shoulder and watched it strike midnight. It was the first of September. “You’re due at King’s Cross today, aren’t you?”

You nodded, not meeting his eyes. 

He chuckled darkly. All of a sudden, he felt cold and strangled. He wanted to push you far away and yet, pull you close to him so you had no hope of escaping. “Will you write to me?” 

“Sirius…” 

“Don’t,” he snapped. “Don’t say my name like that. I should have known… fucking snake.” 

He hadn’t let go of you. “I’m sorry darling,” you whispered, “but I can’t give up on him yet.” 

It was all he had to hear. He couldn’t think of how he was going to recover from this, not when you were lying right in front of him. “I think you should go.” 

“M-Maybe someday we can–” “Forget it.” He should have seen this coming from the second you walked up to him in the pub. You had come to him for Regulus and now you were leaving him for Regulus. Yet another bit of happiness his brother snatched away from him. But even so... he was your first and Regulus would never know. He would never know that you lost yourself in him. His no-good elder brother. But none of that mattered now, not when you were going back to him. After all, at the end of the day, you were his. 

I should have known. Sirius silently cursed at himself, watching the retreating figure of the girl he had fallen in love with. He should have known that you were always on borrowed time. You were gone quicker than the seasons change, and left with him your sweaty, sun-kissed memories. 

PART 2

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[marvelouspeterparker]

very much dom!mob!tom and y/n is the mob rival leader and they have to have a meeting and it’s very heated. then afterwards - after arguing about shit - tom pushes her to the wall by her neck and takes her super rough over his desk telling her that he’s in control and he’s more powerful than her. some real dirty, dom shit😭 edging and making her beg and stuff... :))

oh my––

warnings: choking, spitting, rough sex, edging

throughout the whole meeting, you and tom were shouting over each other, both your men watching the interaction anxiously, ready to attack in case either of you said the word. you made tom’s blood boil and he made you want to tear out your hair, but you both knew subconsciously that under all that anger was a fiery passion. 

it seemed that today was the day that tension between the two of you would snap. aggressively. 

so here you were, tom’s hand pressing you against the wall by your throat, your eyes glaring at him with intense hatred but also hunger. he caught you just as you were about to storm out of his office, letting out a menacing now where do you think you’re going? 

your back was slightly stinging from the force he used to push you against the wall but a deeper part of you knew it was only spurring you on. “let go of me, you imbecile.” you seethed. 

his grin became menacing as he stared you down, tightening his hold around you and letting out a short breath of mocking laughter when you moaned quietly. he leaned in to whisper in your face, “now there’s a sound i missed.” he said referring back to your one very random but pleasurable night together months ago.

“that was a mistake.” 

you saw something flash in his eyes before he squeezed your throat tighter. “you should stick to moaning, you sound better when you shut up.”

your eyes widened and he dragged you over to his desk, bending you over and pulling your pants down along with your panties in one go. he smacked your ass and you moaned, your palms holding you upright on the desk. 

he pulled his cock out hastily and stroked himself before getting down on his knees and spreading your cheeks. he spit on your cunt with no warning and licked through your folds. “shit––” you gasped, instinctively trying to move away from him but he was quick to grab your thighs and pull you back to him.

“you’re not going anywhere.” he held you in place, his head buried into you, his tongue on a mission to bring you to the edge. his tongue was moving with purpose, touching all the spots you liked. he really had paid attention the last time.

it wasn’t long before you were about to cum, “i’m close tom––”

he pulled away and you whined, trying to turn around but he held you in place. 

he smacked your ass, “don’t be a brat, for once in your life.” 

“you have no right to speak to me like––”

he stood up suddenly and turned you around, grabbing you by the throat again, cutting your words off. “if you think you have any control in here, you’re sadly mistaken sweetheart.” he looked you up and down, “we both know behind closed doors you’re just a bratty, submissive little slut who likes to be fucked like a whore.” 

your eyes widened at his words and you could feel yourself get wetter between your legs. 

“you’re not in control here, so don’t even try it.”

he turned you back around and pressed you down, swiping his cock between your wet folds and using your wetness as lube to stroke himself. he stood there, watching you squirm impatiently.

“if you want me to fuck you, you need to beg like the good little slut you are.”

you ignored him at first, your pride not letting you give into his submission. so he waited and waited until you were desperate, teary eyed, your throat dry from your whines and begs.

“please tom, fuck me. i need you please—“

satisfied with how much he’d tortured you, he slid his cock into you and bottomed out in one go, barely giving you time to adjust.

“that’s right, just shut up and take my cock.” he thrusted his hips sharply, his hands pressing you down and pulling you into him with every pump of his hips.

soon, you both got into a rhythm, him fucking you at a rough pace as he watched you whimper and struggle to take it.

every single time you got close, he either pulled out or made you stay still on his cock, breathing sharply when you clenched around him.

you had been brought to the edge five times now. five times you were denied. you were practically out of it when you heard one of your men speak up behind the closed door. “you okay in there, boss?”

you whimpered as tom fucked into you harder, pulling you up by your neck to whisper in your ear. “answer him, love. use your words like a big girl.” he bit your earlobe and you moaned, biting your lip to muffle it.

“i––fuck––everything’s alright!” you barely got out the words before tom let you fall forwards onto the desk again. you were panting, sighing in relief when you heard your worker walk away. 

tom’s hands gripped your hips harshly as he pounded into you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours almost deafening. pens were rolling off the desk, the table inching forward from the force of his thrusts. your skin was digging into the edge of the wood, but the sting felt painfully good. 

“see that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he cooed teasingly. “should’ve fucked you in front of all your men, shown them how easily you submit to me.”

you whimpered quietly, “fuck—i’m gonna cum” you admitted, scared that he’d deny you again.

“yeah, you’re gonna cum all over my cock?” you nodded pathetically and you could hear the menacing grin in his voice. “then cum. don’t make me ask twice.”

you whined loudly, your body convulsing and trembling as you finally got a taste of what you’ve been craving. your pussy pulsed around him and he. cursed, “fuck, gonna fill this tight little pussy up—“

with a few more staggering pumps, he released inside you, groaning at the way your walls clenched around him. he smacked your ass and grabbed it before leaning over you, his cock inside you as deep as it could go.

“i think you should tell your men to go home, cause there’s no way in hell i’m letting you leave this place tonight.” you breathed deeply, unable to speak. “gonna use this pretty pussy of yours until you can’t even think anymore.”

[chaoswrites]

hiya darling! can i request hcs for akaashi, osamu, and kuroo (separately) with an s/o that has like an opposite personality from them? like, kuroo with a shy s/o that he enjoys making flustered, and akaashi and osamu with a more extroverted s/o that's always bright and bubbly. thank you so much!

Akaashi, Osamu, and Kuroo Having an S/o with the Opposite Personality

word count: 1687

gn!reader

a/n: hopefully this is meets your expectations. kuroo’s isn't as long as i wanted it to be but i wanted to get it posted. i actually had a lot of fun writing this so thank you for requesting :) feel free to send in requests, i love writing them and using them as an excuse to not do homework. enjoy and thank you for reading~

Akaashi

when akaashi first met you, he was having a bad day

the usual calm and collected setter was on the verge of cracking under the stress from a little thing called life

he was barely on time for class meaning he wasn't able to grab anything to eat before the bell; he had to deal with a mopey bokuto, and not knowing the cause, he was unable to fix his mood which resulted in bokuto following him around everywhere, whining and refusing to go to his own class most of the time; and he had to forfeit half of his lunch when someone (read: bokuto) somehow set it on fire (don't ask how, nobody knows, it wasn't even heated up or anything)

needless to say, he was hungry and exhausted from dealing with an even wore bokuto who wouldn't stop apologizing for “almost killing him”

when you walked in to practice following his two managers, it could have gone one of two ways:

one, your upbeat personality would be able to lift his spirits and be the bright beacon on his gloomy day, or

two, it could've caused him a greater headache knowing he would have to converse with someone so extroverted and expressive on the one day he wanted to hide away from the world when you made everything seemed so positive and all he wanted to do was tear his hair out from frustration on the unlucky hand he was dealt for the day

luckily for you and everyone in the vicinity, it was the former

your smiles and encouraging comments turned bokuto’s mood around, wanting to show off his skills rather than looking lame in front of this new person who has yet to see what he could do

solving one of his problems so easily drew him towards you, he wanted to know your secrets and also wanted you around all the time

after your introduction to each other that day, you both began to talk more and more

he found out you're a newfound friend of yukie and kaori even though you're a second year and that you're a food enthusiast like yukie and that you tend to talk a lot, not that its something he isn't accustomed to dealing with due to bokuto, it actually makes it easier to hang out when you tend to take charge of the conversations

the closer you guys got, the more it confused everyone else

no one expected the introverted and reserved akaashi to willingly subject himself to someone so talkative, especially since he deals with bokuto on the daily

but as more time went passed everyone accepted it as the new normal so when you two finally started dating, it surprised no one

you two were eventually known as the iconic pair of opposite personalities that seemed to just fit together, along with your third wheel that you couldn't seem to ever shake, not that akaashi expected bokuto to leave him alone once he started dating, he resigned himself to forever being his babysitter

you both complimented each other nicely, you being the open, bubbly conversationalist and akaashi there to reign you back whenever needed

nobody could see you two with anyone else

Osamu

when the volleyball team, including his twin, finally found out about you two, you were already dating for two months

the ever reserved man he is, he refused to let you meet anyone on the team in hopes to lessen the teasing (how wrong he was)

you didn't particularly mind, just happy to be dating him

although you did wish to be able to be more open about your relationship at school, you respected his wishes and left the more coupley aspects to when you're not around those who know you two

spending time and studying at your house and going out on days without practice became rituals between you two

the day you met the rest of the team was memorable, to say the least

you were over at osamu’s house, a rare occurrence that only happened when he knew atsumu was going to be gone the whole night

this particular day he was supposed to be working on a project with Ginjima and was planning to spend the night 

so there you were, osamu making you another one of his delicious creations in the kitchen while you were watching and telling him stories about your day at school

neither of you noticed when the front door of the miya household opened, in walk two boys that had realized they forgot vital materials at atsumu’s and walked over to get the work

as soon as the boys cross the threshold they freeze, surprised to hear an unfamiliar voice filling the usually quiet walls that occupy the house when the more expressive twin is absent 

let’s just say, when they walked into the kitchen and saw you, talking cheerfully and excitedly, and osamu, smiling and acknowledging the stranger at the various pauses you have during your storytelling, they were a little confused 

who was this person and why didn't they no about them?

atsumu, ever the antagonist, sat down next to you at the table and decided to throw his arm over your shoulders and leaning in, startling you and effectively ending your speech

at the sudden silence, osamu turns around confused to ask you what's wrong only to see his brother hanging off of you with the biggest smirk he could muster

before he could say a word, atsumu pulls out his phone and sends the message to end this man’s whole career into the volleyball group chat

in an instant, the whole volleyball team arrived at the miya house, filling the empty space of the kitchen, trying to get a look at “the friend” atsumu announced that a certain closed-off wing spiker had as company

having already pulled you away from his annoying brother, the numerous eyes in the room focused on you two standing awfully close to be just “friends”

the conversation wasn't as exciting as one might think

it pretty much went

osamu: “yes we’re dating. leave us alone”

then he grabbed your hand and dragged you over to your house instead

the rest of the team were left in various states of shock, not expecting him to be so blunt or to even admit it

the next day, you followed your boyfriend to his morning practice, ready to officially introduce yourself to everyone

when they saw you both come in, hands intertwined, the snarky remarks died on their tongues with your bubbly introduction

the contrast between their laidback hitter and the talkative newcomer that rivaled even atsumu’s vibrant personality surprised even the most conservative of the bunch

the rest of the practice consisted of many of the team members (mostly atsumu) asking you questions while attempting to avoid punishments from kita for not paying attention to practice and glares from osamu for invading his privacy

the initial shock of such an unlikely pair quickly dwindled after realizing how much osamu adores you, through all the quick glances and fond smiles when you continued to rant about your first date or some of your favorite things

not to say there wasn't any teasing, atsumu and the rest of the team gave him hell for the rest of his life for attempting to hide your relationship

Kuroo

dating this man is something else

luckily for you, even though he is more extroverted now, he was very introverted as a child, and is very used to dealing with introverts since he's best friends with kenma

so he'd be very understanding if you were shy and not very big on interacting with people

that doesn't mean he wouldn't push you out of your comfort zone every once in a while or tease the hell out of you

he knows your limits and when to pull back if it’s too much

when you first start dating, he’ll make sure that he's always checking up on you to make sure comfortable

he’ll drop everything to make sure you're ok and not being pressured into anything

but once you get comfortable around him and he knows you trust him he’ll make it his personal mission to fluster you

while he is nowhere near the confident fuck boy that most of the fandom makes him out to be, he won't back down on the chance to tease you

most of this came from flirting

bringing you with to volleyball practice (after he is 100 percent sure you are comfortable with the team, he doesn't want to put you in a gym full a people you can't relax around), he will use every opportunity to embarrass you

he’ll show off constantly to turn you into a stuttering mess

leaning over you on the bench to reach his water bottle that just so happened to have been forgotten beside you

wiping his face off with his shirt when he knows you're watching him play just to see you avoid his eyes when he catches you staring

most of the time, kenma takes pity on you

he’ll sneak you out of the gym when kuroo is distracted and let you watch him play video games while avoiding practice

both of you being introverts started a strong friendship between you two

the number of times kuroo went on the hunt for you only to find you guys shoulder to shoulder, kenma showing you something new on his psp, quiet mumbles being passed from one to the other

kuroo was very happy that you two found comfort in each other, glad that kenma put an effort into making sure you were comfortable just as much as him

no one was really surprised on the relationship that bloomed between you and kuroo

at this point, most of team believed he was just taking in introverts under his wing

some were kinda concerned before they realized that wasn't the case

overall, the best person for someone more on the shy side is kuroo because he would be the perfect combination of pushing your limits and understanding your reluctance to be so open

everything (minus smaus) taglist: open

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[ridiculousn3sswrites]

Barbecues

*Bucky Barnes x Reader, former Pietro Maximoff x Reader

*Summary: Bucky and Reader keep getting dragged to the same barbecues by mutual friends. 

*Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, mild sex jokes, Pietro and Reader used to date and keep joking about that. Let me know if I missed anything!

*A/N: I’m alive, just been dealing with school and studying for the LSAT.

Tip Jar

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Something you didn’t expect from reaching your mid-20’s was all the damn barbecues you were being invited to during the summers. Your friends were all starting to settle down, get houses, and for some reason, barbecues were now the cornerstone of social gatherings instead of clubs. Maybe this was what you deserved for having a friend group that was mostly older than you.

You started learning the ins-and-outs of this new social scene: if Sam was hosting, food was going to be amazing; plate flipped upside down in the trash if you were going to Tony’s; Wanda would have a flask of something hidden away if you weren’t at her house, if you were, you knew where the good alcohol was. Things didn’t start to get interesting until you noticed a new face around the barbecues, one that you hadn’t seen during college. He was always there, kind of withdrawn from most of the friend group, but you could tell he was very comfortable with Steve, Sam, and Peggy.

He always wore the same thing: a black shirt tight enough to rival Steve’s, dark jeans, work boots, and sunglasses he would sometimes push to rest on the top of his head. His hair would be half up in this messy little bun type thing, and you were really into it. There was no denying he was attractive, and because of that you had no idea how to approach him. Wanda and Pietro were the first ones to notice your staring at this mystery man, and they never failed to tease you for it. “Why don’t you just go talk to him? It’s not like he bites.”

“Maybe she wants him to, she’s into that,” Pietro jumped in before you could answer his sister.

“You’re disgusting and I have no idea why we ever dated,” you said, completely deadpan. Pietro put a hand over his chest in mock hurt, but he knew you were only joking.

“I don’t need to know what you two did!” Wanda replied louder, hoping to drown out you and her brother. She turned her back on her brother, completely facing you. Pietro put his hands up, actually offended this time. “Anyways, do you want me to introduce you?”

“Wait, you know him?”

“Of course, that’s Steve’s friend. He comes around the office sometimes,” Wanda explained. You mentally reprimanded yourself - of course Wanda would know him, she works for Steve and the guy always hung around Steve and his friends.

“I don’t even know his name-”

“It’s Bucky. Come on, let’s go,” Wanda said, dragging you away and towards the man.

“What? You are just going to leave me here?” Pietro whined loudly as the two of you walked away. He apparently didn’t mind too much as he immediately went to talk to Vision when the two of you were gone. Bucky was talking to Sam as the two of you got closer, and you could feel your nerves growing. You’d never talked to the guy before, and here you were, about to interrupt his conversation with his friend? How rude could you be? Before you could tug back on Wanda and stop her, Sam noticed you.

“Hey, (y/n)! Have you met this dude yet? Biggest pain in my ass,” Sam called out to you, making you laugh as the man in question rolled his eyes.

“You know, you could tell people something else when you introduce me,” Bucky said. Wanda finished dragging you the last few feet, jolting you to a stop right in front of the man. You stumbled somewhat, and you could see Bucky’s little smile. “Hey, Wanda, how’re you doing?”

“I’m doing fine,” Wanda said with a smile. “This is (Y/n), my roommate from college. (Y/n), this is Bucky.”

“Hey, nice to meet you,” he told you, immediately taking your breath away with his small little smile.

“Yeah, nice to meet you too. So, uh, how do you know these guys?” You asked, nodding towards the rest of the barbecue.

“I grew up with Steve. Don’t know what I did to be the biggest pain in Sam’s ass, though.” You laughed at his little joke, Sam’s expression making it that much better.

“You know exactly what you did!”

“Do I?”

“You know you do!”

“I’m gonna go back with Vis. Sam, come so Piet has someone to talk to,” Wanda practically ordered. You could see what she was doing, and you didn’t like it one bit. You barely managed to get out that one little sentence without fumbling through it; there was no way you’d be able to last however long it took until everyone was called together to eat.

“What about us?”

“You guys talk to each other,” Wanda told you, not even giving you a second glance as she turned and started walking away. At least Sam gave you a little shrug as he followed her, leaving you and Bucky alone for the moment. There was the moment of awkwardness where the two of you didn’t really know how to bring the conversation back up without your mutual friends there, but luckily Bucky seemed to have just the right idea.

“Hey, uh, you need a refill?” He asked, pointing at the drink in your hand.

“Yeah, that’d be nice.” Bucky nodded his head towards the coolers, and the two of you made your way over there. That opened up a conversation about your beverages of choice - making jokes about one being better than the other - and then conversation was just easier from there. You shared stories about your friends, talked about things going on in your lives, the small talk making you both more comfortable with one another. Even though you didn’t exchange numbers that first time, Bucky left you with a little see you next time. 

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“There’s no way you used to date him,” Bucky said, shaking his head at you and Pietro. Another weekend, another barbecue - this time at Steve and Peggy’s place. Piet had wandered over to you, claiming he wasn’t getting enough attention elsewhere. He made a joke about how you were so willing to give him attention when you were together, and you quickly shot back about how there’s another reason why you aren’t anymore. Bucky just stood there in disbelief, not knowing just how close you were to Wanda and her twin.

“She did, for over a year,” Pietro confirmed. Bucky ignored him, eyes focused on you. You looked away, slightly uncomfortable with just how intense his gaze was.

“Well, yeah, we did,” you confirmed. Bucky accepted this one, turning to Pietro again. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, just glad to have that look off of you. You weren’t used to that level of intensity from Bucky.

“How the hell did you manage that?”

“Why is it so unbelievable we dated?!” Pietro demanded. “I’ll have you know she’s the one that asked me out.”

“Now don’t lie on my name like that, it’s not polite.” You took a sip from your bottle, glaring at Pietro. He just grinned at you, obviously not caring about how damaging that would be. If it goes around that I asked him out, I’m gonna kick his ass.

“Okay, fine, you didn’t, but you still dated me for a year,” Pietro said. “What did you expect when suddenly my sister gets an attractive friend?”

“Yeah, it was literally because he kept just coming in to hang out with me and Wanda,” you finally explained to Bucky, who was just watching the entire interaction with a little amused smile. “Dude couldn’t find his own friends on campus and I guess he caught my eye.”

“You guess?” This time, you could hear the slight hurt in Pietro’s voice.

“Alright, I guess that makes sense,” Bucky said, ignoring Pietro yet again. You put your hand on Pietro’s arm to comfort him, and from the small smile he gave you, you knew it worked. 

“What about you? You date anyone around here?” You asked Bucky. Sam seemed to appear out of nowhere the second you asked the question, throwing his arm around Bucky’s shoulders.

“He was flirting with my sister! I shut that down real quick,” Sam said. Bucky immediately turned red, shoving Sam’s arm off of him. “Nah, you don’t get to play like you didn’t!”

“Alright, yeah, I flirted with Sarah like twice,” Bucky admitted, taking a drink to try to hide his face.

“And you dated Natasha for a bit,” Sam added.

“I was gonna say that.”

“No you weren’t.”

“Eventually I was, plus it was only for a few months, that barely counts!”

“You guys were flirting for like a year before making it official, that counts,” Sam argued back. You and Pietro shared a look, kind of uncomfortable. You wondered if you’d be able to slip away without them noticing, but then you saw Wanda waving you over and giving you an out.

“Oh, hey, Wanda’s calling for us. I’ll talk to you guys later. Piet, let’s go,” you said, grabbing Pietro’s hand without thinking and dragging him towards his sister. “Thanks, Wanda.”

“Oof, what was going on there? You looked like you were forced to be there,” Wanda asked, glancing back at Bucky and Sam.

“Yeah, so Bucky didn’t believe us when we said we used to date, and then he got quiet when I asked if he dated anyone in the group and Sam started airing out his dirty laundry,” you quickly explained, finally dropping Pietro’s hand.

“And it looks like Bucky just shoved Sam,” Vis chimed in.

“Well, obviously. It doesn’t help to look like a flirt in front of someone you’re flirting with,” Pietro said. “Does that make sense? I feel like it did but didn’t.”

“It makes sense, don’t worry,” Wanda reassured him.

“No it doesn’t because there’s no way he’s flirting with me,” you argued. Immediately, all three of them looked at you. “What? He’s nice and very attractive, but also very out of my league.”

“Well, so was I-” Pietro was cut off by Wanda immediately smacking his arm.

“Shut up, Piet. But also, (y/n), honey, are you blind?”

“Well, my eyesight-”

“Stop deflecting. At the past three barbecues, you’ve been talking almost exclusively to Bucky. There’s no question that he’s into you,” Wanda spelled out very clearly for you. “Watch this. Piet, put your arm around her shoulders.”

Pietro followed his sister’s orders. You all knew better than to question her when she got into moods like this. Wanda nodded, looking past you and nudging Vis. “Vis, do you see what I see?”

“Yes, Bucky’s glaring at Pietro right now,” Vis reported. “It would appear he might be jealous, but doesn’t want to come over here.”

“See, even Vis can see it,” Wanda said, as though that proved her point. Which, you had to admit, it did make a very strong case here.

“Nah,” you said instead, not wanting to admit she might be right. You honestly had no idea what you’d do with that knowledge; knowing yourself, you were way too much of a coward to ask him out on the slight chance your information was wrong. What were you supposed to do if you were wrong? Just stop showing up to these barbecues and lose the only form of social interaction you had on a regular basis? Nah, you’d rather just try to get over this little infatuation you found yourself in.

**********

And as always, Sam and Pietro found themselves to be the banes of your existence. Another barbecue - this time at Wanda and Piet’s - and you were talking to Bucky yet again. Sam had attached himself to the conversation - which you didn’t mind, Sam was a hilarious guy - but it was once Piet joined that trouble started. As always, Piet got a little too comfortable, and once he got going, Sam got going even more. Which is how you got here, Piet’s arm thrown casually around your shoulders, tipping his drink towards Bucky. “When are you going to ask her out? The puppy dog eyes are starting to get annoying.”

“Dude!” You tried pushing Piet off of you, eyes wide as embarrassment began to take over. 

“That’s what I’ve been saying! Do you know how annoying it is to hear this guy talk about her every single time we’re together? ‘Oh, I wonder what (y/n)’s up to,’” Sam mocked Bucky’s voice. “Like, man, just ask for her damn number already!”

“Hey, c’mon, man.” Bucky’s response was a lot more calm than yours, but you could see the pink starting to tint his cheeks. 

“What? You know that’s how you sound. Hey, (y/n), give the dude your number,” Sam said, turning to you.

“She doesn’t have to,” Bucky told Sam before turning to you. “You don’t have to… but if you wanted to, I wouldn’t be against it.”

“I… I, uh, I think Wanda’s calling me,” you said, finally ducking under Pietro’s arm and rushing inside the house.

“Wanda’s out here!” Pietro called out after you, but you ignored him. You immediately made a beeline for the kitchen, the cabinet right above the refrigerator. Normally, you’d ask Wanda for permission, but considering the circumstances, you didn’t think she’d mind you taking a shot. Or two. Maybe three.

As you were pouring some of the liquor into your cup, you heard someone join you. You figured it was Wanda checking in on you, or maybe Piet realizing he was an ass, but you jumped when they finally talked. “You know, I would’ve been fine if you just said no.”

There he was. Bucky stood on the other side of the island, watching as you put down the bottle. 

“Sorry… I just… like got overwhelmed, you know?” You tried explaining, not knowing how else to put it. “And I’m sorry that Piet put you on the spot like that, I didn’t think he’d be enough of an ass to say something like that.”

“I get it. And I should be apologizing for Sam,” Bucky said. “But, uh, he wasn’t exactly wrong. I do talk about you a lot, I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Enough that even Steve asked if I was planning on asking you out,” he admitted. “That’s not weird, is it? I mean, I’d love to take you out sometime, but if you don’t want to then I’m completely fine with that too-”

He cut off his rambling when he saw you down the shot(s?) you’d poured in your cup. “So Wanda was right.”

“What?”

“She said it was obvious you’re into me, but I thought you were way out of my league,” you admitted with a slight laugh. It all just seemed so ridiculous now. “So, uh, yeah, I’d like to go out with out sometime, if this entire thing didn’t like put you off of that.”

“I literally just asked you out, it didn’t freak me out too bad. I mean, have you met Steve? I’ve had to put up with some weird stuff because of that punk,” Bucky joked, rewarded by your little amused smile. “There we go, doll. You still overwhelmed?”

“I mean, kinda. I know Piet’s gonna be on my ass trying to apologize. He always gets so guilty when he makes me upset.”

“Alright then, you wanna stay here for a bit longer? We could plan our date a bit, maybe I could get your number finally?”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you told him. He walked around the island, joining you with only a few inches separating you. You could feel your face heat up from the closeness, but it was nice. This whole thing was nice. And if you were too busy focusing on the man beside you to notice your best friend watching the two of you from the doorway with a smug little smile on her face, well, you could deal with that later. 

**********

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[imaginedhaven]

At the Rendezvous

a smutty Rowaelin oneshot

Link to Hot Professors Collection Masterlist

Summary: The end of the semester means the psychology department’s end of semester party, and Aelin knows exactly how she’d like to celebrate.

Rating: E for Explicit- not intended for readers under 18!

Contents/Warnings: College Professors AU, Enemies with Benefits, Semi-Public Sex

As always, while the collection is linked above this is intended to be able to stand alone. I hope you enjoy!

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Aelin smiled to herself as she slipped into her uncle’s house without knocking and hung her coat in the closet rather than whatever room Gavriel had devoted to housing the rest of the department’s coats. She did her best to treat him as her boss rather than as family while they were on campus, of course, but this was the end-of-semester party and she felt she was entitled to take a few small liberties in this informal setting.

“Well, look who decided to come after all!” A warm arm slid around her shoulders, and Aelin fought the urge to jump at the sudden contact. A glance to her left revealed it was Fenrys, and she relaxed with a smile.

“Only because I knew you would bully me relentlessly, Fen.” It was partially true; she had originally decided to skip the party and relax on her own, but in addition to her youngest colleague’s mockery she knew she would have someone else to answer to.

Assuming Whitethorn even showed his stupid, smirking face. She figured it was just as likely that he would avoid any unnecessary social interaction. Still, it was best to at least pretend to be the bigger person, and so she had changed her mind at the last minute.

If she had shown up wearing a short red dress and black lace panties, well, that was her own business. It had nothing to do with anyone else.

Belatedly, she realized Fenrys was still talking and tuned back into his words. “And you didn’t even bring anything! What will your dear uncle say?”

Aelin smirked. “Considering that he’s the one who begged me not to subject the department to my poor attempts at cooking, I think he’ll thank me.”

“It’s true,” came a voice from the kitchen. “It’s absolutely terrible.”

“Aedion, you’re not supposed to agree with me!” she shouted as she rushed into the kitchen to defend her honor. “What are you even doing here, anyway? You’re not part of the department.”

He tousled her hair in retaliation, ignoring her growl. “Did you forget that I live here? Plus, someone has to pick up your slack when it comes to food.”

As she rolled her eyes, Fenrys glanced around the room. “That’s everyone except Rowan, now.”

“Does he even come to things like this?” she asked, pretending for all the world that she didn’t care in the slightest about the answer.

Fenrys nodded, a wicked gleam in his onyx eyes. “I may or may not have convinced him that it looks better when he’s being reviewed for tenure if he actually participates in department events. He didn’t before then.”

Aelin laughed despite herself. “Devious of you.”

“Isn’t it?” He continued to ramble on about it, but Aelin couldn’t pay attention to save her life, not when the door opened to reveal the man she’d both hoped and feared would show up.

Rowan Whitethorn had been a pain in her ass from the moment she’d joined the psychology department at Doranelle University. A stupidly attractive pain in her ass, no less. Ever since her very first day they’d been at each other’s throats, to the extent that they had each been formally reprimanded by her uncle and removed from authority over decisions regarding the other’s tenure within two months of the start of the semester. After that, they had largely stopped sniping at each other in meetings, but the animosity between the two was still well-known to the rest of the professors.

Less well-known was the fact that they had also been fucking the entire semester. She wondered if she should feel guiltier about that, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to stop whatever game they were playing.

For what it was worth, despite his obvious dislike of her as a person Whitethorn seemed equally unable or unwilling to be the one who brought them both to their senses about the whole thing, and so their frequent arguments in each other’s offices led to equally-frequent tearing off of clothes and desecration of desks. He was also unfairly good at what he did, to the point that she had more than once initiated an argument just to feel him pressing her into his desk. She was reasonably certain he had done the same to her.

Fuck, in the time she had been thinking about him he had crossed the distance between the front door and the kitchen, and now he was close enough to touch. Even worse, he had rolled up the sleeves of his ever-present button-up shirt once he’d removed his coat, exposing both his forearms and the tantalizing swirls of the tattoo she’d only caught the occasional glimpse of.

This had been a bad plan. She had proven nothing, and he was already smirking at her attire.

He took advantage of her shocked silence to greet both of them. “Fenrys. Galathynius.”

Aelin couldn’t stop herself from bristling. Even in this informal setting, and even after all they had done, she didn’t merit the courtesy of being called by her first name by this man? “Whitethorn,” she replied coolly.

It didn’t take an idiot to read the tension in the room, and despite the affable persona Fenrys liked to adopt she knew he was far smarter than he let on. With a quick excuse he was across the room, and she was alone with her rival.

Rather than say anything to him, she glanced around and then jerked her head in the direction of the hallway and walked away. She’d seen the way his gaze had lingered on her bare legs; he would follow.

Sure enough, a few minutes later he joined her in the deserted hallway, and she opened the door to Gavriel’s linen closet and tugged him inside. He glanced around at their surroundings before she closed the door and threw the space into darkness. “A linen closet? Really?”

“I don’t see you coming up with anything better,” she retorted, already irritated.

“I can think of far more convenient locations than a closet in your uncle’s—”

She didn’t give Whitethorn a chance to finish his sentence. Instead, she tugged him close and crushed her lips to his to silence him.

They hadn’t kissed like this in a long time—not since their very first time, if Aelin recalled correctly. It was every bit as overwhelming now as it had been then, the pine scent he was perpetually tinged with flooding her nose and heat slamming into her as he bit her lip. It was a good thing Aedion had already mussed her hair, for his fingers found their way into it and tugged somewhat gently.

Aelin gasped in response, and his lips and teeth began to travel down her neck. Gods, they didn’t have long, a few minutes at most, but it didn’t even matter with the way he was already working her up.

His hand slid out of her hair and down her front, cupping her breast briefly before sliding down and under the short skirt of her dress. Rather than shoving her panties aside like she expected him to, though, he caressed her over the fabric with the lightest pressure possible. She hissed in response. “We don’t have time for teasing. Get on with it.”

“And whose fault is that?” Gods, was he slowing down? She was going to kill him.

Then his fingertips finally, finally brushed over her clit and she decided he could live for now.

She bit her lip to muffle the moan that threatened to escape her, knowing that any noise could lead to their discovery. Instead, she reached for him and began to work his belt open, grinning when her fingers finally reached their destination and brushed his already-hardened cock.

He hissed in reply and finally sank two of his fingers into her, causing her to arch into the touch with a gasp. It wasn’t enough, though; it couldn’t possibly be enough, not when what she really needed was quite literally within her grasp.

Aelin let go of him in order to brace herself against his shoulder and wrap one leg around his hip. When he seemed to support them well enough, she carefully raised the other as well, hooking her ankles together behind him as he pulled his fingers out of her in order to brace himself better. Task complete, she moved to seat herself on his cock, only to hiss in irritation when it brushed along her instead. A second attempt yielded no better results, and when she tried for a third his hands settled at her waist to still her.

He then had the audacity to laugh at her, though she was somewhat gratified to hear how strained the sound was. “I told you I could think of far better places,” he reminded her.

“Shut up and help me figure this out,” she snarled, as quietly as she could.

“Hop down.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Get off of me and I’ll help you.”

“How does getting off of you get me off?” she demanded.

He sighed. “Just shut up and do it.”

She glared at him, trying to read his face for any signs he was being less than honest with her, but she could barely even make out the outline of him in the darkened closet. Scowling, she slid herself back down him until both of her feet were on the ground, only to gasp as his hands found her waist again and roughly turned her around.

He lifted her hips and she carefully balanced herself on the balls of her feet to aid him, hands gripping the nearest shelf for additional support. A few moments later she felt him press against her, and she sighed in relief as she finally got exactly what she’d been looking for when she’d put this outfit on what felt like forever ago.

His hands roughly grabbed her hips again as he immediately started to move, and as he slammed into her again and again he leaned forward until his lips were by her ear. “Touch yourself,” he hissed.

She obediently let her hand fall from the shelf and slid it down between her legs, gasping as she brushed over her clit. Gods, this wasn’t going to take long at all. It was probably for the best, though; surely it would only be a minute or two at most more before someone started to wonder where they had gone.

She came only moments later, gritting her teeth and fighting against the urge to press her thighs together in a move that would only serve to destabilize her already-precarious balance. She nearly did fall over, though, when he pulled away from her entirely.

As she stumbled and turned, she heard the sound of the zipper of his pants and the buckle of his belt, and she frowned. “I didn’t think you finished.”

“I didn’t.”

“Then why—?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, Aelin, we’re out of time. You want more, you can find me after.”

She barely had time to straighten her skirt before he threw the door open and stalked away, and she blinked against the sudden light. Knowing she would need a minute for the heat in her cheeks and the wobbliness in her knees to dissipate, she slid down to sit on the closet floor and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, she went still as cold shock overtook her. He had said her name, her first name. He’d only ever done it once before, and she’d demanded he do so that time. What…?

Aelin shook her head. She didn’t have time to figure out whatever game he was playing now. She had a party to get back to, and if she played her cards right she might even get a second round out of it.

She would only be lying to herself if she said she didn’t want that, and she couldn’t bring herself to do so. Not right now. Not when there was still so much heat lingering between them.

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