#been an annoying few days man. maybe i’ll shower later

[mars-ipan]

oh my fucking god i hate having an anxiety disorder

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU — you’re not sure if it’s normal for a ‘relationship’ like you and gojo’s to be so constant.

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ contents! situationship!gojo, although it seems to be a little more than that, fluff! he’s a clingy baby ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! i literally had to pull over at the side of this road to write this in my notes <3 childe is coming tomoz guys i swear !

“satoru, i have to leave eventually, i can’t stay here forever.” you sigh from where you’re wrapped in gojo’s, your… friend’s bed, his sheets, his shirt. you’re not sure how long you’ve been here, three? four days maybe, it’s like both of you are just ignoring that maybe this is a little more than what you’re trying to say it is.

“you leavin’ me cold? where’s your heart.” hes teasing you as he whines playfully, pouting from where he’s standing at the foot of his bed. he’s still shirtless from his shower— his snowy hair is wet, framing his features and you think it’s annoyingly unfair how low on his hips his sweatpants are resting. “bring back my sweet girl.”

he’s not sure how to tell you that he doesn’t remember the last time he had a full nights sleep before you’d started staying over.

“none of my stuff is here.” you try to reason but gojo’s so fast to send you a handsome sort of grin before he’s turning away from you momentarily. you watch him hum as he picks his slacks up from the floor, reaching into the side pocket to pull out his wallet before reaching so quickly for the sleek black card inside with a shrug.

“i’ll get you new stuff. see,” he tilts his head towards the card and you know he’s serious despite his smooth tone, the ridiculously luxury apartment you’re in right now and his usual expensive clothes was enough proof that he could, but that’s not what you meant.

“no, satoru, i’m serious. i need my clothes.” you sigh as you lean yourself back into the plush pillows beneath you, youre grumbling like you’re being held here against your will but you’ve still made no real effort to move from your place.

you feel the mattress at your feet dip as gojo pushes himself back onto the bed, his fingertips reaching to wrap gently around your calf as he crawls his way towards you. it’s incredibly intimate the way he looks up at you through his lashes, lifting your leg slightly until you feel his lips trace along the inside of ankle, leaving short—soft pecks in their wake.

his gaze remains on yours as he trails kisses up your skin, continuing until he’s high enough to let his chin rest on your stomach, long arms wrapping underneath your waist as he shoots you another smile. “oh? but you look so good already, sweet thing.”

you groan at that, “satoru! omg, i need an outfit. i cant just live in your stuff.” — as comfortable as it is.

“yeah yeah, i hear you. i can take you there, wait f’ you and bring you back.” gojo grumbles from where he’s hugging himself into you, bringing up one of his hands like he’s talking you through a plan as you watch his fingers wave around in the air with his words.

you sigh again, for what feels like the millionth time today, but you still let your fingers push their way through the damp roots of the man over you’s hair— a motion that earns you a quick kiss pressed through your shirt before he lets the silence linger comfortably.

you think this was probably a lot more than what you’re both trying to say it is.

“hm, so you wanna go on a date, ‘s that it?” gojo grumbles a few moments later, goading as he shoots you one of his cheekier smirks before he’s pushing himself up high enough to curl over you. but the playful jokes makes you feel suddenly warm as you look up at him— trying so hard to retain the frown on your features despite the way his crystalline gaze makes you want to melt into a puddle.

“you’re so annoying.” you try to push him away but he doesn’t budge as he chuckles, leaning down to press his face ticklishly into the crook of your neck as he pokes playfully at the sides of your waist— just enough to kick start a laughing fit. “‘toru! i swear—“

“oh? i see how it is. why’re you mad?” you can barely breathe as gojo presses you into the mattress beneath you— twitching and wriggling underneath his huge body as he continues to press into your ticklish spots.

“s-stop it! i’m not mad.”

“oh yeah? well i haven’t done anything afterall! you said you wanted an outfit, don’t go all shy on me now~” he’s deliberately accompanying each touch with an onslaught of kisses along the crook of your neck that make you shudder.

“satoru! oh my god, i’m gonna kill you.” you gasp as you kick your legs, giggling uncontrollably until you feel him cease suddenly and drop himself back on top of you with a huff.

“oh, scary! you said it, sweet girl. you fallin’ for me? i knew it! it can’t be helped, i’ll be happy to take you out if you ask nicely.”

gojo’s lips rest against your jawline as he speaks this time; smooth as honey while his hands push their way underneath the hem of your—his shirt. his fingers rest gently at your waist before he begins tracing something messily, probably something similar to a heart if you were to focus on it a little more.

you don’t answer him this time, like you’ve admitted defeat as your arms wrap around him— letting him melt into you a little longer before he’s pushing himself up to press a kiss against your cheek, then your lips when you turn around to face him.

“hm, that’s too bad. i kinda wanted to keep you locked away in here for a little while longer. oh well.” gojo smirks as he tries to feign disappointed, pinching between his brows before he’s shooting you a wink and leaning in for another kiss. his lips linger a little longer this time, tongue coming out to tease along your lower lip before he pulls away suddenly a few moments later— leaving you pouty and all of a sudden kiss starved.

you watch him fumble around for a little bit, sorting through the clothes that you both had peeled off in such a rush the night before. you give him a confused look when he bends over; rising back up as he shakes his car keys at you with another one of his signature grins.

“aw, don’t look at me like that. come on, we got somewhere to be, right? wear somethin’ nice f’ me.”

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[beauty-brains-braun]

Better

Hawks wants to get back together. Your best friend Bakugo has some thoughts on that.

mdni 18+

Pairings: Bakugo/fem reader, mentioned Past Hawks/ fem reader

Tags/TW:  Smut, Aged-Up Characters, Penis In Vagina Sex, Oral Sex, Jealousy

Your eyes tracked Keigo as he crossed the bar, stopping every few seconds to chat with one person or another. He hadn't spotted you yet. You'd really like to be looking elsewhere once he did but you couldn't seem to look away.

If you’d known he’d be here, you would have stayed home. Shouldn’t he have been off being an asshole somewhere else? How could he possibly fit this party into his busy schedule of preening and backstabbing? His head started to turn in your direction and you looked away so fast you felt your neck pop.

Katsuki Bakugo was sneering at you when you looked his way. “When are you going to get over that loser?”

“I am over him. He just infuriates me.” You lean a little closer to your best friend. “You wouldn’t be interested in flirting with me real quick though, by any chance?”

He snorted so hard, he almost choked on his beer. “No chance in hell, you better find Kirashima.”

You put your hand on his arm and laughed a touch too loudly, leaning against him. Kiri was not going to get the job done, Keigo had always been insanely jealous of your friendship with Katsuki and what would truly heal you was pissing the feathered man off.

“You have got to be joking.” Katsuki said, blinking incredulously. “This is you flirting? How do you keep finding boyfriends?” He held up a hand. “On second thought, maybe this is exactly why you only date losers.”

“Ouch” You put your hand to your chest. “Let’s walk that back several feet. I am excellent at flirting, I just usually have a partner who gives me something to work with.”

“You want something to work with?” He asked, setting down his beer.

“It would be ni-” You were cut off as he pulled from your stool, and spun you so your back touched the bar. You blinked rapidly in shock as your eyes met his crimson pair, sparkling deviously.

Katsuki’s arms brushed against yours where he caged you in and he leaned forwards, placing his mouth next to your ear. “Like this?”

Your throat was suddenly extremely dry and you struggled to respond, eventually just deciding to nod. A mistake because his mouth brushed your skin at the movement and lightning tingled up your spine.

He leaned back, just far enough to see your face, and you noticed his devious expression had been replaced by something else. Something you struggled to recognize.

A throat cleared nearby, startling you both. You looked up to find Keigo standing there, face twisted into a frown and eyes burning with annoyance. You’d forgotten he was even here.

“Keigo. What do you want?”

“Can we talk?” he asked and you almost smirked at the tone in his voice. Pissing him off had not been hard.

“We are talking, unfortunately.”

“Can we talk privately?”

“Fuck off, Hawks. She’s busy.” Katsuki glared hard at Hawks and the other man’s eyes narrowed in response. You sighed loudly, suddenly annoyed with both of them. They had always hated each other, though in all fairness Katsuki hated anyone higher than him on the hero chart. Privately, you thought he’d pass Hawks soon but the thought had always felt like a betrayal.

“Let’s not start, guys. You’re going to ruin Mina’s birthday. Again. Remember last year’s incident? With the cake.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes but Keigo turned back to you. “Can we just go outside and talk then? Please. Just for a minute.”

“Fine.” You gave in, too tired to fight him. You’d never been all that good at saying no to him.

“This is not a good idea.” Katsuki growled, turning back to you, arms still caging you in.

“I’ll be fine.” You assured him, placing your hand on his arm briefly, before moving out of his hold and following Keigo outside.

***********

Forty-five minutes later you were in your shower, letting the hot water wash the day off of your shoulders. You were alone, exhausted, and a little too proud of yourself for successfully holding your ground. Keigo had wanted to get back together but you’d told him no. He’d hurt you too badly. He’d demanded to know if something was going on with you and Katsuki. You told him what you did was none of his damn business anymore. He had made sure of that. After your talk you were left more confident than before that you were over him but you’d just wanted to get out of there so you texted Katsuki and Mina and came home. You were going to have to do some serious groveling to Mina but that was a problem for tomorrow..

You were turning off the water when someone began pounding loudly on your front door. Wrapping a giant towel around yourself, you went to answer it. Confused as to who would be knocking on your door like they’d like to break it down, you pulled it open suddenly, blinking in surprise to find Katsuki standing there, fist flying uselessly through the air as he tried to keep banging on a door that was no longer there.

“Is something wrong??” You looked him over for an injury.

Katsuki glared at you. “I can’t believe you.”

“What?” You asked, confused. “Are you mad I left because-”

“Yes, I’m mad you left! That asshole completely shredded your heart and you still leave with him? Where the fuck is he? I’m going to kick his ass.” Katsuki pushed past you into your apartment and disappeared into your bedroom.

Wait. He thought you’d left with Keigo? You followed him. “Katsuki, no one else is here. Not that it’s any of your business, actually, but I told Keigo to leave me alone.”

“Not my business?” He asked, voice raising slightly. “Who has to hear about it every single time your shitty taste in men comes back to bite you in the ass? Who has spent a decade watching you choose wrong again and again?”

Ouch. Your chest hurt suddenly and you turned away from him. Katsuki had always been there for you and it had never occurred to you that he resented it. “Sorry, I’ll just keep my poor choices to myself from now on.” You tried to walk away but his hand shot out, grabbing your arm and stopping you.

“That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then what are you saying?” You turned to look at him, fighting tears.

“I’m saying choose better.” He pulled you closer seconds before his mouth crashed into yours.

The lighting you felt up your spine at the bar earlier returned, this time coursing through your entire body. You were frozen in shock, the last thing you’d ever expected was Katsuki to kiss you.

He pulled away suddenly and cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, you obviously aren’t interested in-”

You didn’t let him finish the sentence, pulling him back to you and kissing him this time. He kissed you back immediately, his arm wrapping around you, pulling you as close to him as you could get. His other hand, he brought up to cup your neck and you shivered at the feeling of his skin on yours. Your nipples hardened and you were suddenly very aware that the only thing you were wearing was a towel.

Katsuki’s mouth left yours and he trailed kisses down your jaw and to your neck, making you gasp. “Can I taste you? “ He asked suddenly and heat flared through you. “I’ve always wanted to know what you taste like.” His crimson eyes were dark with lust and you found yourself nodding. The sight of him dropping to his knees before you would be cemented into your brain until you died. He reached for the edge of the towel and tugged firmly, eyes drinking you in the moment it dropped away.

“Fuck” he whispered. His fingers brushed your skin, trailing up your legs almost reverently to grasp your legs and spread them. His lips touched your skin, kissing your inner thighs, before he turned his head and his tongue found your clit then snaked down to your entrance, lapping up the juices he found there then returning his attention to your clit until your legs shook and threatened to collapse. He pulled away, looking up into your eyes. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

Katsuki got to his feet and kissed you so deeply, you could taste yourself on his tongue. He moved you both back a few steps and laid you down onto your bed before stepping back and removing his shirt. Your eyes drank in his muscles greedily and then he removed his pants. Your eyes dipped lower and widened at the sight of his cock. Your tongue darted out to lick your lips which were suddenly so so dry and Katsuki let out a low groan at the sight before he was back on top of you. His mouth was everywhere. On your mouth, your neck, then your breasts, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and biting lightly while his fingers push into you, stretching you around them. His thumb rubbed circles on your clit as you felt pressure building in your lower stomach until you snapped, cumming around his fingers.

He removed his fingers quickly replacing them with the head of his cock. He put his fingers into his mouth, licking your juices from them as he slowly pushed inside you.

“Fuck” he grunted, head dropping to rest on your shoulder when he bottomed out deep inside you.

“Please” you whined, grinding your hips, needing friction. Needing him to freaking move.

“Hold on, I- fuck- I need a second or this is gonna be over before it starts.” He let out a deep breath then finally pulled back, almost all of the way out of you and thrust back in. “God, you’re perfect. Just for me.” He fucked in and out of you, his cock hitting just the right spot every time. “So wet and tight for me.”

“Katsuki” you whined, feeling amazing but needing more. “Harder please.”

He let out a rough laugh and pulled out of you, drawing a cry of protest from you. “So needy for me, huh?” He flipped you over, pressing your back down into the mattress with one hand and pulling your hips up with the other. He slammed back into you, immediately setting the rough pace you’d desperately needed. “Answer me.”

You nodded, unable to form coherent words, not sure he’d have been able to hear you over the smacking of his hips on your ass every time he bottomed out inside you.

“Such a good girl for me. You’re sucking me in so good.” His chuckle turns into a moan as your orgasm hits you and your pussy clenches his cock, milking it. He falls forward, hands gripping your sheets as you cum around him and he fights to keep the same pace, to keep fucking you through your orgasm.

You dimly register sparks in the corner of your vision and the sound of Katsuki cursing, but can’t concentrate on anything except for the longest, most amazing orgasm of your life. It makes sense for you to see fireworks really. You slowly come down from your high and register the scorched handprints on your sheets and Katsuki pulling out to cum on your thighs.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I- shit.” He’s staring at your sheets in concern but you laugh, pulling him down next to you.

“Worth it.” You tell him, resting your head on his shoulder.

He smiled at you and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll buy you new ones.”

“Should probably go ahead and get a few backup sets while you’re at it.” You teased.

“You think so?” He rolled over, nuzzling into your neck and nibbling at the skin there. “I suppose these are already ruined… We might as well take advantage.”

“Already?” You asked, laughing.

A knock at your door interrupted his reply and you exchanged a confused look.

“Maybe we were too loud?” You suggested but an annoyed knowing look had settled on Katsuki’s face.

He got to his feet, pulling on his boxers on the way to your door.

The sound of Keigo’s voice had you sitting up in surprise. You wrapped the sheet around you and made it to your bedroom door.

Keigo stood in the doorway to your apartment, staring at Katsuki in open mouthed outrage.

“She’s taken.” Katsuki snapped, slamming the door in Keigo’s face before he had time to respond.

Katsuki turned around, smirking when his eyes landed on you. “Now where were we?”

[cordeliawhohung]

Headache

mafia!Gaz x fem!Reader | no major warnings: minor descriptions of wounds and blood, both you and gaz have a lot of sass |

mafia!141 consider this a part 2 to Siren

maybe one day you'll learn how to keep your mouth shut

Things were never quite silent in Kyle’s apartment, but they weren’t exactly loud, either. Well, apartment was a bit of a misleading term considering he had an entire penthouse in one of the most expensive buildings in the city all to himself. Still, it didn’t change the fact that he always kept quiet music playing through the speakers in the living room or turned on a white noise machine in order to sleep. Kyle had never had a quiet life as a kid, and finding himself as an adult surrounded by nothing but silence was more than enough to drive him mad. 

However, the only thing more irritating than silence was the grating sound of someone trying to buzz up into his apartment. It was as if they took the world’s most annoying sound and turned it into a doorbell, and it was so blaring he could hear it all the way from the bathroom in which he attempted to shower. He had just finished his workout and he wanted to wash the sweat and stink off of himself, but it didn’t seem like he would get the opportunity. Whoever it was trying to get in was certainly adamant, because the buzzer sounded at least four different times before he was able to reach the door. 

“Hello?” Kyle greeted as he jammed his finger against the intercom button. If this was Soap, he was going to be pissed. 

“Mr. Garrick.” 

It was your voice, he was sure of it. Even through the crackling speaker of the intercom and your heavy panting it was easy to make out that confident snark that exuded from every word you spoke. The way you soaked his name in it had him huffing in annoyance already. 

“How did you find me?” he questioned as he rubbed his face with his free hand. 

“Let me in and I’ll tell you,” you teased.

“Not happening,” he retorted. 

Your groan came through all too clearly on the intercom and Kyle had an easy time imagining the way you most likely rolled your eyes. So far, his only interaction with you had been that night a few weeks ago when he failed to get that USB off of that politician in the strip club. After all that blew over, he had a hard time getting you out of his mind. You knew about his mother, and more importantly that he was her bastard child, and that knowledge seemed to haunt his thoughts night and day. You appearing on his doorstep didn’t help to quell his worries, either. 

“Come on, Garrick,” you urged. “I just need a place to crash for the night, I’ll be out of your hair by morning. You wouldn’t leave a girl out on the streets all by herself, would you?” 

“Do you not have your own friends you could bother with this?” Kyle asked. 

“Awe, are we not friends?” you patronized. “Besides, none of them live in what I can only assume is Fort fucking Knox with this security system.” Your voice paused, and something in your tone changed when you next spoke. “I’ll be gone by morning. Promise.” 

And he wanted to say no. To turn you away and leave you to your own devices. You were plenty capable of taking care of yourself, you had proved as much all those nights ago when you stole the data from under his nose. But there was something pleading in your tone, almost tired, even. He wanted to say no, but he couldn’t. Kyle wasn’t known for having a cold heart. 

Without so much as a single word, Kyle pressed the button that would unlock the lobby door for you and wandered off into the living room to sit and wait for you. Surely it was a mistake to let you in. Riley didn’t seem to trust you nearly as far as he could throw you, and while the man didn’t trust many people, there was something different with the way he acted about you. It was like you were some feral creature, or a ticking time bomb. Perhaps you were something to be handled with care. Or just to be kept very far away from. 

A few minutes later a knock sounded at his door, announcing your arrival, and Kyle couldn’t help but groan as he pushed himself up from the couch. His sweat from his workout had caused an odd, damp feeling to coat his body, one that he wasn’t all too fond of. Still, he did his best to ignore it as he opened the door to greet you. 

It was strange seeing you without the makeup, wig, and skimpy outfit, as it was the only outfit he had seen you wear before. The woman who stood in front of him was completely unrecognizable, and you nearly looked… shattered. Your clothes were bulky and much too big for your body, and there was an obvious and odd tatter that tore the bottom of your jeans. A fair layer of sweat coated your forehead, and it looked as if you had escaped a prison rather than gone for a nice night stroll. 

“The hell happened to you?” Kyle asked as he took a step back to give you space to enter. 

“You don’t talk to women very often, do you?” you retorted, half annoyed. 

“Most women I talk to don’t look like they were just dragged through the bin.” 

The door closed shut behind you with a click and Kyle was quick to engage the lock while you strolled into his apartment. Quiet music continued to hum through the surround sound speakers, and your eyes seemed transfixed on the dim lighting and his impeccable interior decorating. A small black backpack rested on your shoulders, and you adjusted the straps as you took your time meandering throughout his living room. Despite your apparent desperate need for a place to stay, you didn’t seem all too intent on divulging why you showed up at his door of all places. 

“Seriously,” Kyle continued, “what happened?” 

As if annoyed with his question, you turned to face him fully while you gave him a careful look up and down. It had been a long while since Kyle had last felt like a specimen, as if someone tore apart every single piece of his appearance with just their look alone, and he wasn’t sure if he liked it coming from you or not. Luckily, you decided to be kinder than he had been and you kept quiet about his disheveled appearance. 

“Had a little run in with Makarov’s men. Nothing I couldn’t handle, but I just need a place to lay low for a bit. Persistent bastards,” you explained simply.

Makarov. Kyle tried not to concern himself too much with the inner workings of the mafia world. The only reason he was involved with that mess in the first place was because John Price wasn’t a bad friend to have, and his mothers job and status made it easy to bend the rules a little in which he would receive good payment in return. But Makarov was a name that even he grew to fear. A ruthless man, his schemes often seemed to be more terroristic in nature rather than selfish like most other syndicates. 

The fact that you took on his men alone and came out unscathed was a miracle. 

“Oh,” Kyle said as if the answer was obvious. “So you just brought them straight to my front door then?” 

“Don’t be rude,” you said with a glare. “I’m not stupid enough to have someone follow me. I know when I’m being tailed. Trust me, you and your penthouse Fort Knox are fine.” 

Frustrated, Kyle ran a hand over his hair before he gave you the most unamused expression he could muster which only had you rolling your eyes, an action you seemed to do quite often. It was as if his confusion and concern was below you, like you expected him to just blindly go along with whatever you said. 

“Anyway,” you continued as you turned your attention to his apartment once more, “can I borrow your shower? You know, since it looks like I’ve been dragged through the bin and all.” 

As much as Kyle wanted to say no because he had planned on showering, he didn’t want to be a bad host. And really, you looked like you needed it more anyway, especially after running into Makarov. So he showed you to his stupidly large bathroom, complete with a garden tub and tiled shower. The vanity was large enough that three people could fit comfortably side by side, and the mirror casted a beautiful glow along the marble flooring with its backlit LED lights. 

“Fancy,” you commented as Kyle handed you a fresh towel. 

“Do you need a fresh change of clothes?” he asked while he ignored the way you gawked at the room. 

Smirking, you looked at him with a raised brow as you tugged on the straps of your backpack. “Cute, but I’ve got it covered.” 

“Alright, just… don’t take all the hot water. I’ve gotta shower, too,” he said as he stepped out of the room. 

“Yeah, I can tell.” 

Once the door closed behind him, everything started to hurt, and you could no longer keep up that snarky facade. Your backpack slipped off your shoulders and landed on the floor with a dull thud, and you wasted no more time stripping your bulky sweater off. Blood soaked through the side of your shirt, causing the tattered mess to cling to your skin with its coagulated stickiness, and you were unable to hold back your grimace. The large rip in the side clearly showed the gash that plagued your waist, and while the blood flow had managed to slow, a steady trickle still continued to seep into your shirt. 

You could already hear Shepherd’s voice calling you a failure. Not only did you fail to steal the laptop he ordered you to grab, you had gotten yourself injured in the process like an amateur. There wasn’t any room for failure in his business. Least of all from his daughter. You wouldn’t be able to show your face for a while, not without punishment. 

Everything you did to clean yourself up was meticulous. You couldn’t afford to seek proper care, and you certainly didn’t want Kyle Garrick of all people figuring out what exactly you had gotten yourself into. So your bloodied shirt was shoved into your bag as you pulled out your first aid kit. Cleaning the wound was near agonizing, and having to twist your body to the side just to reach it didn’t really help, but you wouldn’t be able to superglue it with scabs crusting over your skin. Any materials that you used to patch yourself up were also thrown back into your bag for disposal at a later time. 

Leave no trace. 

Never let them see you bleed. 

That night you slept out on Kyle’s couch, much to his protesting. Despite the fact that you were probably the least pleasant person he had to deal with, second only to his mother, he still insisted on being kind and trying to take care of you and offered you his room instead. While the notion was noble, it honestly made you a little sick, so you burrowed into the couch with a borrowed pillow and blanket and slept the best you had for a long while. 

When morning came, a hand on your shoulder shook you awake and your arm reached out with a jolt. As your body and mind began to wake up, you quickly realized it was Kyle who attempted to wake you, and your hand gripped the collar of his shirt like you were ready to fight. He looked down at you with a raised brow as he slowly removed his hand from your shoulder. 

“Gonna kill the man who made you breakfast?” he asked in an attempt to tease you. 

Sighing, you relinquished your grip on his shirt and rubbed at your face. “Depends on if it’s a good breakfast or not.” 

Once you had the chance to wake up a little more, you followed Kyle into the kitchen where you were painfully reminded of everything that had happened to you the previous night. Your wound had the time to grow sore, and even the simple act of standing or sitting was near agonizing, yet you kept quiet as you sat down on the opposite side of the island from him. Everything about his apartment was impressive, from the full unit kitchen with a gas stove, to the floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the city. Even you had to admit you were a little jealous. 

Kyle had cooked up a few light and fluffy pancakes, complete with fresh cut fruit and other sides for you to add to your heart's content. Really, it was quite good, and you were able to momentarily forget about your unfortunate predicament. Though, the fact that you were in Kyle Garrick’s apartment was still something on your mind, and his too apparently, as he hadn’t let your omission from last night go fully unpunished. 

“So, you never did explain how you found me.” 

There it was. You knew this conversation was going to happen sooner or later. Your vast knowledge often unsettled and even intimidated people, and it seemed like Kyle was no exception. Of course you could have done the smart thing and stayed quiet. Opening that can of worms would only get him to ask more questions, ones he wouldn’t like the answers to, and yet you owed him at least a bit of an explanation. 

“Your mother’s financial assets go to different places every month, but there are a few that are always split the same way. First goes to the mortgage on her rather extravagant mansion in some bullshit gated community. Next is a direct route to a bank account, which I can only assume is yours. Ten thousand a month is a rather generous allowance, honestly. Especially since none of it has to go towards rent or bills, because the other place her monthly payments goes towards is the rent on this penthouse.” You paused to shove a rather large bite of food into your mouth before you looked up at him with a smile. “And before you ask, I found this out due to a data breach in her bank. Stuff happens all the time, really. Can’t trust anything electronic these days.” 

Kyle wasn’t sure if he should laugh or yell at you. Not only had you gotten every single detail right, but you were much too smug about it. While your banter always seemed lighthearted and friendly, there was something more insidious about it; or maybe he just felt threatened by you. Difficult to tell, but he knew being wary of Shepherd’s daughter wasn’t a bad idea. 

“Alright, that still doesn’t explain how you knew who my mother is,” he said, the irritation already beginning to show in his voice. “You mentioned it the first time we met like you were holding it over my head. Care to explain that?” 

Humming, you swallowed the food in your mouth before you leaned against the counter. “Not sure if you want me to explain that one.” 

“Cut the bullshit,” Kyle snapped. “Does it make you feel strong? Holding personal information above people’s heads like this?”

“No,” you corrected with a slight bite in your tone, “it makes me feel safe.” 

With a short pause, you set your fork down on your plate before you crossed your arms in your seat and stared up at Kyle. Without a chair for him to sit in on the other side of the island, he stood much taller than you, almost intimidatingly so, yet you didn’t falter. 

“I’m very confident in my ability to kick someone’s ass, but the real weapon lies in knowing shit. It gives you the upper hand, keeps you from getting hurt,” you explained. 

“Could’ve fooled me,” he retorted. “You flaunt it around like some all knowing being and then laugh in my face when I try to ask questions.” 

“Oh, is it knowledge that you want?” you challenged. “Because I could tell you anything you wanna know. Like how your friend Soap would have certainly gotten himself killed if he didn’t join up with Price because the people he worked for previously never intended to let him get any information and live because they don’t like loose ends. I also happen to know that the girl Riley keeps hanging around is a hot fucking mess, and he’s gonna find himself in a world of hurt if he keeps trying to pursue her. It’s always the quiet ones who have the most baggage, after all. Or that Mrs. Price’s dad wasn’t killed in a fucking accident like the papers would have you believe.” 

Eventually the adrenaline in your body built up too much for you to stay sitting. There was just something so infuriating about Kyle Garrick. Maybe it was the way he looked at you while you spoke, jaw tense and eyes refusing to tear from you. Maybe it was just that despite how terrible of a person you were being, he still showed you more kindness than you deserved. 

“Your dad is sick. Very sick, and has been for a long while,” you continued. 

“Don’t you fucking talk about him,” Kyle snapped as he took a step closer to you, and yet you ignored him. 

“Despite his illness, he works as a janitor five days a week for one of the elementary schools here in the city, but can only afford to go part time, so he doesn’t have a lot of disposable income. You love him. With your rent paid for, and more money than you know what to do with, you give a lot of your income to him instead so he doesn’t lose his home. You visit with him every Sunday for dinner, probably to also watch football. He’s the only reason you even work for Price. You’ll take any extra income you can get if it means expediting his treatment and keeping him comfortable and alive because he’s the only person in your life who ever actually gave a damn about you.” 

The silence that followed was the most uncomfortable one that you ever had to endure. You had read Kyle like a book, and all he could do was stare at you with some twisted look of understanding and betrayal. Finally, his eyes tore away from your face for the first time in what felt like ages, but you didn’t like where he looked next. 

“Is that blood?” he asked as if the conversation the two of you had was completely forgotten. 

And it was. That deep red color seeped out of your poorly patched wound and soaked into the fresh cotton of your shirt. Superglue was able to hold it together throughout the night, and yet the moment your heart rate went up from that petty display of power, you paid dearly for it. You weren’t sure what hurt more. The unhealed gash on your side, or the fact that Kyle still showed you such softness despite everything you had said to him. 

“I should go,” you excused yourself as you turned to march off towards the living room. “Shepherd will start to worry if I’m gone too long, and it should be safe for me to travel now that it’s light out.” 

Without hesitation, Kyle followed close behind you as you made a beeline for your backpack. It didn’t take you long to fish your bulky sweater out, and you tried not to think about all the bloody items that you had shoved in with it the previous night. Really, even if you showed your face around him that morning, you still weren’t safe. You failed, and yet facing Shepherd seemed more favorable to you than spending another moment with Kyle. 

“Hey, wait a minute,” he tried to reason, “if you’re hurt I know someone who can help. Soap’s girl patches up people all the time.”

“She’s an ER nurse who works day shift,” you said as you shoved the sweater over your body with a restrained grunt. “She’s got people in real need to worry about.” 

It all happened too fast. You had spent a night under his roof and Kyle didn’t even realize the pain you were in, and that felt wrong. Yet, you were leaving. And some terrible part of him didn’t want you to, so when you turned to march towards the door with your bag slung over your shoulder, he grabbed your wrist in some last attempt to get you to stay. Instead, he got nothing out of you but a pained squeak, and the moment you turned to face him with wide eyes, he let go of your wrist with the word sorry written all over his face. 

He was pretty. He really was. It was annoying. 

“I lied,” you suddenly admitted. “There was no way I could have known that you give a lot of your money to your dad. I don’t have access to your banking records, and never really had the need to. I only mentioned it because it fit you. It just seemed like something you would do.” You paused to swallow as you reached a hand up to your side. You could already feel the way the blood caused your shirt to stick to your skin, yet you forced yourself to endure. “You’re a kind person, Garrick. It’s a shame you ever got caught up in this kind of life.” 

There was nothing either of you could say as you turned your back to him. Nothing would change the fact that you were the bleeding enigma walking out of his penthouse, and all Kyle could do was stand there and watch as the door closed behind you. Maybe some other time he would be able to coax your history out of you. For the time being, you were still just Shepherd’s daughter, the woman whose name he didn’t even know, and yet the woman who turned to him when you needed it most. Maybe one day you would let someone care for your wounds. 

That day just wasn’t it. 

[blossomverse]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚El Chico del Apartamento 512˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

pairing: neighbor!miguel o'hara x fem!reader

word count: 4.9k

summary: you've had a crush on miguel for the longest time. he happens to be your very kind, extremely attractive, next-door neighbor. what happens when you end up bonding over smoothies and a broken elevator?

cw & tw: mostly fluff, mildly suggestive dream, catcalling (by strangers), random man grabs reader's wrist without permission, stuck inside an elevator trope, some cursing, minors dni

a/n: i'm currently undergoing a miguel brainrot, that's how i found myself writing this in the middle of the night. the sentences on bold and italic are supposed to be reader’s inner thoughts. the story is heavily inspired by the song "el chico del apartamento 512" by selena. i srsly recommend listening to it as you read

Every day, coming home from work, same routine. Life in Nueva York was like this. The unwanted stares and comments from strange men were a frequent thing you’ve had to deal with. Your response would always be to ignore, continue walking as fast as you possibly could, and show that you were not afraid, nor bothered.

Today was no different, unfortunately. After a stressful shift at work, you had arrived inside your apartment complex and clicked on the elevator’s summoning button. That old thing would always take forever to arrive when called. As you waited patiently, one of the neighbors that always had some unwelcome attention to give, began approaching to make conversation.

Please, not today. I’m tired of rejecting this dude.

“Oh, how lucky I am! I’ve been waiting to see you again, Y/n.” He stood next to you.

“Mhm, I bet.” You answered, uninterested in whatever he had to say.

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask–“

“No offense, but you should really go shower…” You blurted the words out, cutting him off before he could ask anything.

The man stood speechless for a hot second, unsure on what to say next. You simply stared blankly at the wall, not even sparing him one pitiful glance. He was about to speak again, when a familiar ding was heard. Finally, that prehistoric device had reached the first floor and opened its doors.

A few people made their way out and as you looked up to see the last one leaving, your heartbeat completely accelerated at the sight. There was he: the image of your dreams, the one your heart belonged to. The guy from apartment 512.

“M- Miguel, hi!” You said, a little bit too loud and enthusiastically for your own good.

You’d bask on the embarrassment later when you had reached the comfort of your home. For now, all you cared about was him.

“Y/n, it’s nice to see you.” He walked fast and made his way to open his mailbox.

“It is– it is always nice to see you, too.” You heard your words become nothing but stammers. Something that happened regularly when you would speak to him.

“Home from work already?” He asked while taking out his correspondence and shuffling through it.

“Oh, yeah… finished early. I’m guessing you’ll probably head to work now, I see you’re umm– you’re wearing your gym clothes.” You subtly admired his muscles, which looked enhanced by his tight fitted shirt.

“I’ll stop to get a smoothie from across the street first. They’re really nice and nutritious, you know. Maybe you’d like to check them out sometime.”

With you?

Your heart ran a mile, just thinking about that possibility. But no, his voice was too nonchalant to be asking you out. He was simply recommending the place. Nothing more, right?

“Sure, I’ll go when I have the time.”

There was an awkward silence growing as you looked down at your feet. You didn’t want to make this situation uncomfortable or to keep bothering him. Everyone that was waiting for the elevator along with you had already disappeared, including the annoying neighbor. You had completely disassociated with the fact that you were evidently trying to go home, ignoring everything just to give him your attention.

Would that make me look like a fool in front of him?

“Well, I– I should probably leave now. Guess we’ll talk another time.”

“Have a nice evening, Y/n.” He stuffed everything he had picked up at the mailbox into his duffle bag.

“Yeah, good luck at work.” You offered a tiny smile and pressed the button again, summoning the elevator.

“Thanks.” He chuckled and simply left.

In a few minutes you were stepping inside your apartment. Which just happened to be right next to his. That’s how you had met when you had just moved in. Both of you quickly became acquainted with each other over the months, although it’d be too extreme to call yourselves friends. You were just… neighbors on friendly terms.

“Ugh, I totally made myself look ridiculous again, didn’t I?” You spoke aloud to yourself as you took off your shoes.

This crush was something you had been harboring for quite a few months. At first, you just noticed he was an attractive man. No one could deny that. But as you continued getting to know little bits and pieces of him, and noticed how respectful and kind he was to you, compared to others, your heart couldn’t help but fall for him.

You went inside your room and opened the window. Looking down at the streets, you noticed how he was walking away from the kiosk with his smoothie in hand and couldn’t help but continue admiring him from afar. He took a small sip from it and continued his steps. Your eyes never left him, convinced that he would not notice you staring his way.

Miguel looked up and glanced at the building where you both lived. His eyes immediately noticed the opened window on the 5th floor, with a certain person leaning her elbows on it. He smiled at you and waved. Your cheeks and ears immediately heated up. He had noticed you.

You waved back reluctantly, then slowly stepped away from the window, closing it a few seconds later. As you sat down on your bed, you fanned your face and ears. Things just couldn’t get more humiliating than this.

You decided to take a cold shower, hoping it would relax your mood. Once the cool water hit your skin, you were able to take a deep breath and release all the tension. At some point you’d need to confess your feelings, right? The worst thing that could happen would be getting rejected. Or maybe he’d be nice enough to accept going on a date, just to try things out, and then end up confessing you’re not exactly compatible.

I could just keep this to myself forever, though.

The evening went on as it usually would. Dinner was made while playing that romantic playlist you had created when thinking of him. Then you watched some tv, not paying too much attention to it, as you wrote the —probably— thousandth love letter you had made for him. That was the only way you knew how to pour out your feedings. At least without stuttering like a fool. But you could never give these to him.

Acting like a schoolgirl in love was definitely not the best way to go about this, you knew it. And yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from wasting the ink of your pen on a piece of paper that’d remain stored away, along with others like it. A red sharpie adorned the corners of the letter with pretty hearts. Each one was a symbol of your infatuation.

The sky was dark outside, letting you know it was probably time to go to bed. After all, tomorrow you had to wake up early, just to repeat the same, boring routine. You went to the kitchen to grab some water, like you usually would before sleeping. The faint sound of a blender could be heard through the wall. He was already home.

You smiled, knowing that only a wall separated both of you. A wall that felt infinite. With a final sigh, you heard the blender stop, and made your way to your room. The satin bedsheets welcomed you, bringing comfort after a long day of work. The thought of your earlier interactions with him clouded your mind as you waited for sleep to take over.

The next morning, as you were making your way out of your apartment complex, some random old man you had never seen before began trying to talk to you. There weren’t a lot of people around, unlike most mornings. For a moment, you considered going back inside, but you simply couldn’t afford being late for work. The old man spoke in Spanish so you could just act like you didn’t understand that he was talking to you.

“Chica, ven a verme.” [Girl, come to see me.]

You walked away without breaking pace. The old man kept calling behind you, his voice getting closer, until suddenly, his hand was clutching your wrist to turn you around. Your gasp was audible. No one had gone as far as grabbing you without permission before.

You were ready to defend yourself and slap the man away, when you felt the presence of another person, yanking the stranger away from you. When you turned your head around, you saw Miguel. His tall figure was blocking you from the old man’s view.

“No le caen los viejos rabos verdes.” [She doesn’t like dirty old men.]

“Perdón, no sabía que tenía novio.” [Sorry, didn’t know she had a boyfriend.]

You were breathing heavily, trying to process everything that had just happened. The old man walked away. Miguel didn’t move for a few minutes, staring at him menacingly. Once your knight in shining armor had made sure the coast was clear, he turned to you with a soft expression on his face.

“Are you alright? That fucker didn’t hurt you, did he?” He was concerned and his arms wanted to hug you, but he didn’t want to step outside the line, like that other man had done.

“N-no, no, I’m okay… I think.” Your body was shivering just a bit, partially because of the chilly morning air.

“I’m glad to hear that. If anyone ever bothers you again, tell me.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Thank you, for helping me… but, how come you’re outside this early?” You were confused. He had told you about how he only worked from afternoon until nighttime at a gym, and barely ever woke up early.

“I was on my way to the airport.”

“Oh– you’re going to travel… well, I wouldn’t want you to lose your flight because of me. Anyways, I have to get to work–“ You began walking away.

“Wait wait, I’ll go with you. And I’m not traveling.” His words made you slow down your steps.

“I don’t want to be a burden…” You said, reluctantly.

“You’re not, I promise. But it’s completely fine if you don’t want me to accompany you, so don’t feel like you have to agree.” He assured you with a warm smile.

“No, I would really like that– I mean… sure, you can.”

He gave you one of the chuckles you loved so much and you resumed your walk to work. He followed after you silently. It was quiet as you both made your way through the streets, save for the sound of some cars and the other people that walked by. It was a comforting silence. It made you feel safe.

Once you had reached your destination, you turned around to thank him again. You both said your goodbyes as you watched him leave. There was barely any time to process anything. Much less as you both walked together. He always made you so nervous.

Work was slow and tiring. Your mind drifted to the thought of Miguel, as it often did. But today, he seemed to be persistent on staying running through your head for longer. It definitely made you get distracted way too many times during working hours.

Finally, after each agonizing second, it was time to clock out for the day. Once you were a block away from home, you remembered to buy groceries. By the time you had finished, the night had covered the sky with its starry mantle.

As you neared the building of your apartment complex, your eyes drifted to the kiosk across the street. There they found Miguel, and a smile crept up on your face. He was speaking with the other customers, a lively conversation likely taking place by the looks of it. His gym clothes were on, meaning he was back from work.

You considered going there with the pretext of trying the smoothies he had recommended, but desisted upon the idea for the moment. First, you needed to get rid of the grocery bags. Perhaps, by the time you had left them at home, he’d still be there chatting and you’d have time to come down and casually join the fun.

If only the elevator was faster, of course. It seemed to move even slower when you needed it to do its job the most. Miguel and the smoothies would have to happen another time. Or not… for you felt a familiar presence entering the building and joining the long wait for the elevator.

“Hey again.” Miguel’s voice rang across the hall.

“Oh– hi, Miguel.” You totally pretended you hadn’t recognized him by the smell of the Axe body spray he’d use after gym.

“Need help with that?” He pointed at the bags.

“It’s no big deal, honestly. But thanks, you’re always a gentleman.” Soon enough, you realized you’d given him a compliment and cringed internally for some reason.

“Heh, glad to know that.” His voice all smug.

The elevator arrived and you both made your way inside. It creaked loudly as it made its way up to the 5th floor. Miguel shook his head and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Remind me to tell the landlord to get this old thing fixed.”

“It’s no use, anyways. You know he’ll just ignore the request.” You sighed and leaned your back against the elevator wall.

“I should still try, at least before it brea–“ The lightbulbs blinked and the elevator stopped.

The two of you stood in silence for a few seconds, realizing what was happening. You were now stuck inside an elevator, and with the man of your dreams no less. But even the fact of being here with him didn’t stop you from slowly panicking.

“Shit… Miguel, what are we going to do?” You asked, exasperatedly.

“Press the button for emergencies, it should alert the nearest fire department. Just don’t panic.”

“How can I not panic? We could run out of air and die here…” You pressed the emergency button repeatedly and checked your phone to find signal, but to no avail.

“Don’t do that, the button could break. And we’re not gonna run out of air. This has air currents here, I think.” He spoke while typing on his phone.

“You seem oddly relaxed…”

“I’m also worried, but I’m trying to text the group chat of the people I train. One of the dudes is an engineer and there’s also a doctor, so they’ll probably know what to do.”

“Shouldn’t you call 911 or something, instead? I have absolutely no signal–“

“Hold on, I’m getting some answers… Miles said ‘don’t run out of air’…” He squinted his eyes as he began reading the replies.

“Ha, I told you we could run out of air!” You began panicking more now, thinking his doctor friend had answered.

“Hobie said ‘lay flat on the floor if it starts falling’…” Miguel continued reading the texts out loud in a confused tone.

“WHAT? Don’t tell me your engineer friend said that.” You were now seated down on the floor.

“No, he’s a musician. Only the younger people are answering right now, but these sound ridiculous.” He almost laughed as he kept reading. Leave it to the teens to joke about a situation like this one.

You leaned your head back in frustration. Miguel ended up sitting down as well and carried on typing. He looked awfully chill in this situation. Your only hope now was that the fire department had been notified through the emergency button. As time passed, you convinced yourself that if you were going to die, at least it’d be with the man you liked.

“Well… thankfully we’ve got some food and water, in case we have to spend the night here.” You pointed to the grocery bags, which were now also laying on the floor as well.

“And good company.” He smiled without looking up from his phone.

You felt your face heat up again, and your heart jumped up and down. His words always managed to fluster you in the worst moments. Now that you were stuck together for so long, it was becoming harder to hide your crush. You thought that this was probably a signal the universe was sending you, to convince you to finally confess before you died and it was too late.

“Umm, Miguel…”

“Yeah?” He looked up, glancing at you now.

“So there’s this thing I’ve been meaning to say– or ask, I guess.” You breathed in before continuing.

“I hear you.”

It was now or never.

“Okay, so–“

The elevator shook slightly and began moving up again. The lights flickered repeatedly, then the doors opened after it had reached your floor. You were not dying there together, after all.

“Oh, I guess grandpa decided to take a nap in the middle of his shift.” Miguel joked as he stood up.

He reached out his hand and helped you stand up. He then took some of the bags and carried them for you until you’d reached your door.

“I’m so glad it started working again.” You commented as you fumbled with the keys.

“Yeah, but anyways, what was it that you wanted to ask me? You never got to finish your sentence.”

You stood there frozen for a second, trying to come up with something to say. Your life was no longer at risk, so you didn’t feel the need of confessing before death any longer.

“Oh, it was nothing important.” You stalled, still thinking about what to say.

“Are you sure? You can tell me anything.”

“I just– I wanted to know if I could start training at the gym you go to.” You said as you opened the door of your apparent.

“That’s it?” He sounded like he didn’t really believe that’s what you meant to say.

“Yep. I’ve just never been to a place like that in my life so I gotta ask the expert, of course.” You smiled innocently, as if to convince not only him, but yourself, that what you had said was the truth.

“Sure, you’re welcome to do so. It’s not exactly a secret society, so you could have joined any gym without asking me.” He spoke sarcastically but your mind focused too much on the last portion of his sentence.

He probably doesn’t want me to join the same gym as him.

“Right… well, it was a long day and you must be tired. See you around, Miguel.”

You took your bags inside and closed the door quickly, leaving him slightly dumbfounded. Leaning against it after locking, you took a deep breath. Your mind felt like a jigsaw puzzle, and overthinking wasn’t helping at all. A shower was all you needed to get rid of all the stress caused by today’s incidents.

Once you had finished freshening up, you grabbed a quick snack before heading to bed. Rest was due. You didn’t feel like thinking about him and confusing your head even more. Now in the comfort of your bed, you allowed sleep to take over.

Thankfully, there was no need to worry about waking up early the next day. The sweet weekend had arrived, meaning you could rest and stay inside all day. The perfect way to avoid Miguel.

However, your dreams had different plans. As if to spite you, your subconscious mind displayed images of how it would be like if you and Miguel were a couple. The dream began by showing how you knocked on his door and confessed to him, he looked happy as he confessed his feelings as well. Then everything shifted, you were both having dinner at a nearby restaurant and he leaned over to kiss you. One last shift of images happened before you woke up. This time, the images presented you both kissing inside the elevator, slowly taking each other’s clothes off. His mouth had moved to your neck, leaving marks as he made his way down your body. It all felt soft and intense… and so real.

The loud honk of a car resonated through the walls, making your eyes open. The memories of your dream flashing rapidly inside your head, making you cover up your face in shame. But you wouldn’t deny how much you were enjoying it, so you screamed into your pillow in frustration.

“Fucking car had to wake me up exactly when it was getting good!” You whined and threw the pillow.

What if this was another sign?

Sitting up on the bed, you reached out for your phone and called your best friend. Sometimes when a girl doesn’t know what to do, she needs professional assistance from someone who knows her better than she knows herself.

“Oh em gee, look who’s calling!” You heard your friend on the other side of the call.

“Hey, bestie… so, I really need help with something– more like, someone.” You admitted nervously.

“And here I thought you wanted to, you know, say hi to me and know how I’m doing, maybe ask me out for brunch but nooo… I’m kidding, of course. How may I be of service?” She joked, making you laugh.

“Well, it’s about my neighbor.” You whispered the word ‘neighbor’, as if it was possible for Miguel to hear you talk about him through the wall.

“Wait, is this the neighbor you spoke to me about like two months ago?”

“Yeah, it’s about him. I’m in dire need of some advice.” You hated how she knew you so well.

“Girl, seriously… I thought by now you had already fucked him.” Her words made you gasp and burst out laughing.

“You did not just say that.” You continued giggling, unable to control yourself.

“Well, did you do it? Or did he break your heart and you need your best friend to cheer you up?” Maybe she didn’t know you that well.

“No, I just have this huge crush on him–“ You began explaining.

“Still?” Your friend cut you off with her comment.

“Yes, still. And I don’t know, but lately a lot of strange things have been occurring. I keep thinking they’re signs saying that I should tell him how I feel, but he keeps giving me mixed signals sometimes. I never know what’s going on inside his head.”

You continued rambling about everything that had happened in the past two days. Your friend listened carefully, her own mind trying to come up with the best answer to your problem. Surely, you couldn’t continue living life like this. Once you had finished the rant, she stayed silent for a few more seconds before finally speaking.

“In my opinion, you should knock on his damn door and confess. What’s he going to do? Bite you? You’d probably like it, anyways.” At least she spoke the truth.

“You make it sound so easy.” You shook your head and sighed.

“Because it is. You knock on his door, confess, I’m sure he likes you so he’ll say yes, then he’ll invite you in and you can fuck. Simple.” She sounded proud of her answer.

“It’s not certain that he likes me, maybe he’s just really nice.” You protested, still denying that possibility.

“Gosh, just get it over with! If he rejects you, just come over to my house for the weekend and I’ll help you deal with the pain. But now I need you to get your ass up and stop being a coward. Or else, I’ll show myself up when you least expect it to tell him everything.”

“You wouldn’t do that…”

“Try me.” You heard her chuckle.

“Ugh, fine! Fine, I’ll do it myself.” You sighed in defeat.

“Today.” She almost threatened.

“Mhm, today, whatever.” You spoke through gritted teeth.

“I’ll be expecting an update of how it went. But if by midnight I don’t receive anything, I’ll know for sure it wasn’t a rejection. Good luck, love ya!” She blew a kiss through the phone and hung up.

This girl…

You armed yourself with the courage your best friend had provided you with. She was right, you needed to get this over with. The next two hours you spent getting ready, making sure you looked and smelled nice. Even going as far as shaving, because you never know.

Once you thought you’d done enough, you checked yourself in the mirror one last time and inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly. As you made your way out, your heart was racing like never before. With wobbly legs and fiddled thumbs, you found yourself at his door. Another breath was taken before finally knocking on it.

Each second felt endless, even the door seemed to be opening in slow motion. Goosebumps suddenly appeared on your skin as you timidly looked up. But right there, standing in front of you, wasn’t the guy from apartment 512. Instead, a beautiful blonde woman had answered.

You felt your heart chatter. A million things going through your head as you stared at this woman you had never seen before. She looked a bit confused, waiting for you to speak first. At the moment, you simply couldn’t find any words.

Of course, he has a girlfriend. How could I be so stupid?

You were about to turn around and walk away while apologizing for the interruption. She obviously didn’t recognize you, so you’d just pretend you didn’t live next door and act like you were looking for someone else’s apartment. Then you’d pick up the pieces of your heart and spend the weekend with your best friend. As you took your first step back, the blonde spoke up.

“Were you looking for my brother?”

You froze and blinked twice. The breath you didn’t realize you were holding was released. Now you felt even more confused than her.

“Your brother? Miguel never mentioned he had a sister.” You scratched the back of your head.

“Are you the neighbor he was stuck with inside the elevator last night?” Miguel’s sister chuckled.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“My brother went to the kiosk to get us breakfast, even though we should already be having lunch. You can come in and wait for him if you’d like.” She opened the door wider to invite you in.

“Don’t worry, I’ll come by another time.”

“Alright, then I’ll let him know you were looking for him when he comes back.” She gave you a warm smile as she began closing the door.

“Sure, no problem.” You smiled back.

Once the door was finally shut, you remained standing in the hallway. There were now two options: either run back inside the house like a coward, or meet him at the kiosk. You chose the latter.

The elevator was as sluggish as ever, yet this time you didn’t care. You made your way out of the building, feeling like you were in a movie scene as the air hit your face while you walked to the kiosk. You noticed him immediately, leaning against the counter as he waited to receive his order. And in this moment, this was all that mattered. Him, only him.

The guy from apartment 512.

He looked up and your eyes met. There was no turning back now as you approached. He smiled brightly and you returned the smile with a hint of shyness.

“So, you came to try the smoothies I told you about.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Actually, I came to talk to you about something– and I promise it’s not about the gym.” You heard him chuckle.

“Okay, how about we enjoy some smoothies first and then we talk?” You were about to agree to his suggestions and then you remembered…

“But what about your sister?”

“Oh, don’t worry– wait, how do you know about my sister?” He was confused.

“Umm, I knocked at your door earlier.” You nervously admitted.

“Hmm, I see. As I was saying, don’t worry. She won’t die without her overly complicated, banana, pineapple, kiwi, and almond milk smoothie. Or her empanadas, which I seriously recommend, too.” Miguel rolled his eyes playfully as he listed out all the ingredients from his sister’s smoothie.

“If you say so… then I’ll have an uncomplicated guava smoothie with empanadas.” You spoke cheerfully.

“Good choice.” He stepped slightly closer.

“I think today I’m finally making the correct choices, for once.”

Life in Nueva York was like this, same people, same routine. Skyscrapers reaching for the sky, a bustling city scene. Yellow taxis honking loud, streets alive with motion. From dawn till dusk, a vibrant place, a perpetual emotion.

And now you had someone to share it all with. The smoothies from the kiosk across the street. The ancient elevator that would sometimes fall asleep. The unwanted stares and comments. This life and its precious moments.

❀if you made it this far, thank you for reading~ it's been ages since i wrote anything, so i hope i'm not too rusty. let me know if you'd like a part 2❀

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Roy/Jamie prompt: Set during S1 where Roy is an Alpha and Jamie is an Omega. After hours they get into another fight that escalates into a full on brawl, which then turns into mind-blowing, angry sex. They get so passionate that their fangs come out and then both bite each other's necks, right on the mating gland, forming an irreversible link between them. Roy somehow manages to get them to his place where they continue to make love to each other all night. Thankfully tomorrow is a rest day. They wake up bruised and basically married. Instead of rejecting each other, instinct takes over as they want to take care of each other like newly bonded mates are supposed to. Roy's afraid of being to stifling and clingy, only to realize Jamie thrives on it, craves him above all others. They started out enemies, and somehow turn into each other's whole world, flaws and all.

Ohh I’ve never written alpha/beta/omega before

I know some people don’t like it but boo lame it’s better then some au’s

So here’s the tw- alpha/beta/omega dynamics (maybe untraditional?? Idk whatever.)

When Jamie wakes up he’s warm. He feels fucking fabulous.

His neck hurts but that’s what happened when you get a mating bite.

Oh fuck him he’s got a mating bite. From Roy no less.

He couldn’t be happier.

He remembers Roy pressing a kiss to his shoulder and telling him he’d be back with breakfast.

Jamie rolls up and looks around for some sort of pants. He might have an exhibitionist streak but he does know that he gets cold easily. He catches sight of the sweater Roy had on yesterday. It’s a dark green. Should smell like him.

Jamie pulls it on over his head. It fits perfectly.

He wanders down to the kitchen where he smells bacon. Roy is at the stove in sweatpants.

God his back is incredible. Jamie goes over and presses up behind Roy. He licks up the side of his neck. “Morning.”

Roy let’s out a small growl. “Morning pretty boy.”

Jamie hums. “Smells good.” He gets a snort from Roy. “Me or the food?” Jamie lightly nips the other side of Roy’s neck. “Why not both.”

Roy smiles at him. He’s gently pushed to the counter and told to stay. Thank god it’s the weekend and they can just cuddle and fuck like animals all they want.

-

It’s a few hours later and they’ve talked everything over. Jamie sighs. It’s been a fabulous morning but he wants a shower.

He brushes his hand over Roy’s head from where it’s laying on his stomach. “Wanna shower now.”

Roy nods. He sits up and leans against the other arm of the couch. Jamie tilts his head and stands.

“Aren’t you coming with me?”

Roy blinks up at him. “Figured I’ve mauled you enough. You deserve some alone time.”

Jamie blinks at his mate.

He slides onto Roy’s lap. It makes the older man startle lightly. He grabs Roy’s face. Makes him have eye contact.

He gently shakes Roy’s head. “Why would I want to be alone. You’re my mate I literally never have to be alone again. And I don’t want to be alone ever again.”

Roy stares at Jamie. Shit. How does he have such the perfect mate. “You sure? Ive had people tell me I’m annoying about affection multiple times.”

Jamie gets a murderous look in his eye. “And I’ll fucking end them. I want you to be ‘annoyingly affectionate’ Roy I’m annoyingly affectionate.”

Roy shakes his head, hard to do since Jamie’s fingers still have a grip but he manages. “No you fucking aren’t. You’re perfect wanna be around you all the time.”

Jamie leans down and presses a kiss to Roy’s lips. “There. Problem solved. We’re doing everything together for a while. Including that shower I wanted. Get up come on.”

Roy can only obey. He is in awe of his mate how perfect of a mate he got. Roy knows it’s a formality but he wants to marry Jamie. He’ll bring that up another time when he doesn’t have Jamie wet in the shower waiting for him.

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The Shower Scene (Dean x F!Readrer)

DESCRIPTION: After a bad start to your day, it soon turns itself around as you bump into your friend Dean as he takes his car out for a joyride

A/N - First time I’ve written a sub male and dom female so sorry if its kind of bad. I tried

A/N - This was part of my ‘You Saved Me’ story I had however I didn’t like it as part of the story line so I’ve made it its own one shot story

WORD COUNT: 2867

One Shots / ‘You Saved Me’

WARNINGS: implications of cheating, sweaing, shower sex, soft dom leanin switch reader, sub leaning switch Dean, fingering, 

DISCLAIMERS

- For context of what season/year these take place in go to the master list as I’ll put it on there

- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

- Not been proof read

A YEAR LATER

“Rose?” someone touches your shoulder. You rub your eyes as you stir awake. Smiling at the man from last night. He smiles back at you, sitting on the edge of the bed he passes you a mug. “I made you some coffee”

“Thank you” you sit up, holding the duvet cover over your naked frame. Taking it from him you take a sip. “What’s the time?”

“About 9am” you nod “I have to head out for work but feel free to use the shower and grab some food before you go” you nod, smiling as he gently strokes your hair. He takes your hand, kissing the back of it. Standing up and walking out. You finish the rest of your coffee before grabbing a towel and your clothes. Heading into the shower you run the water. Letting it go over your body. Washing your hair. 

“Honey!” you hear a woman’s voice. You stand still, hoping she won’t notice you “I thought you had work today. Do you need any help in the shower?” the curtain opens. A naked woman looks at you as you grab the curtain, covering yourself. You look away as she grabs a towel to cover herself. “Who are you?”

“I’m... Rose. Who are you?”

“His girlfriend” she folds her arms as she looks at you. 

“I’m sorry. I was at the bar last night and I was talking to him and he was just so nice to me and he invited me back here for more drinks”

“You fucked him didn’t you?” you scratch your head. “Get out”

“Listen I-”

“Get out of my house” you nod, turning the shower off and getting out as she leaves the bathroom. You quickly towel yourself dry, throwing on your clothes you head outside. “Get off of my property” she smiles at you 

“He actually-” she slams the door on you “Gave me a lift... great” you pull your phone out from your jacket pocket. Dead. You shut your eyes as you let out a very annoyed sigh “great. That’s just great” you wrap your coat around you as you start walking, mumbling to yourself “you screw a man who has a girlfriend. You’re at least 10 miles away from home and you have no phone. How could today get any worse” a car speeds past you. Driving straight into a puddle, drenching you. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” you kick a lamp post nearby. Maybe a little too hard as you feel your toes crunch as you hit it. You keel over in pain “Fuck!” you yell out. 

“Can I help you at all?”

“No. Nope. Just wondering what I did to deserve such a shit morning” you notice the legs still near you “I’m ok thank you” you stand up right, seeing Dean standing before you. A bag of snacks and beer in his hand as he’s just walked from a shop.

“Dean?”

“Yes?”

“It’s Rose. Remember me from a few years back. I haven’t seen you in ages”

“Yes... Yes!” you can see his brain thinking through who you must be. “You’ve got a kid right. Anna?”

“You do remember me” you smile, going to hug him then remembering you’re covered in puddle water 

“Do you want me to give you a lift?” he motions at his car. You smile and nod

“Yes actually. That would be great” he chuckles slightly, heading to the Impala. He chucks his stuff into the backseat as he gets into the driver’s seat. You join him “Where are we heading then?”

“I’ll direct you. It’s not far” he nods, starting up the car “what you doing out here?”

“My brother and I are here on a job” you nod “What about you? You used to live more south right?” 

“Yeah I did. I struggle to stay in one place to long. Feels more natural to be moving around then to stay in one place” he looks at you briefly

“Why did you get kicked out of that girl’s house?”

“Oh god no. We aren’t having this discussion”

“What discussion?” he smiles

“I may have slept with her boyfriend” he laughs as you shake your head in disbelief, hiding your face in embarrassment “it was an accident but she wasn’t too pleased with me” he keeps chuckling to himself

“Awesome. That’s just awesome”

“Shut up” you smile at him, running your hand along the dashboard of the car 

“I recently fixed her up. She was in a bad shape. But she’s better now” he pats the dashboard “I was taking her out for a bit of a joyride before me and Sammy go on our job”

“What job is it this time?”

“Nothing that you need to worry about” you raise an eyebrow, turning to face him as you rest your arm on the back of the chair, lying your head down as you watch him

“Tell me. You can trust me”

“I don’t think you’ll want to know”

“About the monsters living under my bed?”

“Exactly” you chuckle slightly

“I think I could handle it” he laughs as he pulls up outside your house. “Have you had breakfast?” he looks at you and shakes his head “would you like to come up and have some?” he chuckles slightly “Come on” you get out the car, seeing him get out as well and follow your up the path to your house. Unlocking the front door you head inside, holding it open for him. You take your coat off, taking your dead phone and purse out the pockets before throwing the damp item in the washing machine. You turn to face him, he leans against the doorframe. “Bacon and pancakes?”

“Sounds good to me” he smiles. You grab an apron, putting it around yourself as you go to the stove. Cooking you both up some food. “I thought you said you live with Anna?” you nod “Where is she?”

“She’s away at a school camping trip thing. It helps the students become one with nature or something like that” you place the two plates onto the table. Taking the apron off “eat away” you sit opposite him as he starts eating. Letting out a delightful moan as he takes his first bite “you either never cook for yourself or I’m just a really good cook”

“Both” he smiles at you as you chuckle. “Does Anna remember much about... you know?” you shake your head

“She thinks it was a bad dream. Just a horrible nightmare”

“Probably better that way”

“It has its ups and downs. I’m worried when she’s away, like at the moment with this school trip. But I can’t tell her why I’m so paranoid. It wouldn’t be fair to her” you both eat your food. Engaging in small talk. You stand up, taking his plate and putting it in the sink “Coffee?” he nods

“Yes. Please” Taking out two mugs. “Is that a Captain America mug?” you look at the mugs you instinctively got out. Captain Americas shield proudly on full display on the side of the mug. You turn it so the picture is no longer facing him

“It might be” he chuckles and looks at you “My friend got it for me for Christmas. I got her an Iron Man one. Our favourite superheroes from that line of comics. Or at least out of the major ones. She’s a massive nerd and told me I’d like Captain America. I read one comic and now I’ve read them all” he chuckles more “But totally going to blame my nerdy friend or kid for owning this mug. Not just a guilty pleasure of mine” you smile, turning back and pouring the drinks. Passing him one and sitting back down. You sip your coffee. Shutting your eyes as you let the flavour hit your taste buds. You open them again. Dean looking at you with beautiful emerald eyes. You smile slightly as he sips his drink, maintaining eye contact with you. 

“What time do you have to get for your brother?”

“Probably should go soon” you nod, sipping your coffee

“I was just wondering. These clothes are all wet so I need a shower and I wondered if you had enough time to join me?” he nods enthusiastically as you smile. Standing up you hold your hand out to him. He downs the rest of his drink, taking your hand and letting you lead him to the shower, turning on the water. You take a hold of the bottom of your dress. Pulling it over your head, leaving you in a bra and pants. He watches you as you turn your back to him. Hands going behind your back as you unclasp your bra. Then taking your underwear and pulling them slowly down your legs. Opening the shower door you get in, you turn to face him and smile. “You coming handsome?” he nods. You push the door closed slightly. Feeling the water hit your skin. Shutting your eyes. You hear the door to the shower now open, fluttering your eyes open you see a now naked Dean. He close the door behind him, feeling him standing behind you and gently running his hands up your arms. You smile, resting your head back against his chest. Gently resting your hand on his cheek you turn his head to face you. Kissing him gently. The water dampening his hair down. Water droplets falling from his lashes and feeling them fall onto your cheeks and run down your face. You feel his hands move to your hips, stilling them as he pulls your hips into him. Making you smile as you feel his hard on hitting your ass. 

“I want you to make me feel good” he smiles at your words as you kiss him before speaking again “can you do that for me?” he nods. Feeling him kiss you again, snaking his hand downwards to meet you between your legs. You moan gently into his mouth as he finds your clit. Rubbing small circles onto it. You bring a hand up, resting it in his hair as you pull him close to you. Lips still entangled as your other hand goes and holds his wrist. Bringing his hand closer to your core. He moves his fingers, gently prodding your hole. He smiles as he feels how wet you are. Kissing you deeply as he pushes a finger into you. You moan into his mouth. Gripping his hair and wrist as he starts to slowly pump his finger in and out of you. You feel his other hand come up and knead at your breast. Pushing another finger into you. Curling them inside of you. 

“Oh fuck” you moan out. You feel him start to push his fingers in and out of you. His thumb going and rubbing circles onto your clit. Bringing you closer to your orgasm. The hand that was kneading your boob moves. Wrapping his arm around your middle as he pushes a third finger into you. You nearly scream out as he thrusts them into you. You grip his hair as your orgasm hits you. Your legs shake slightly as they give out from under you. His arm around you being the only thing keeping you up as you moan out. You kiss him “So good to me...” you whisper in a low voice he pulls his fingers out. Gently turning you to face him. He moves your dampened hair out of you face. You reach down. Gently taking him in your hand. He breathlessly moans. Shutting his eyes. “Do you want to feel me?” he nods “Words gorgeous. Use your words”

“Y-yes” you smile, kissing him before opening the shower door. You reach for his jeans. Grabbing out his wallet and then a condom. You try and open the packet. The water making it slippery and causing you to let out an annoyed huff. He chuckles, kissing you gently before taking it from you. He takes the packet, ripping it open with his teeth. Placing it onto himself, throwing the empty packet onto the floor. He kisses you again. His hands going down to your hips. Gently brushing over the curve of your butt and then your thighs. You wrap your arms around his neck. Knowing what he’s silently asking you to do. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around him. He pushes you up against a wall. You flinch at the cold tiles hitting your back, pushing yourself into him more. He smiles, kissing you and pushing you into the wall more. Enjoying how your body feels pressed against his. You whine out in discomfort but slowly forget about the coldness when you feel him move himself to your entrance. He kisses your neck as he pushes into you. Smiling at the moans leaving your lips. You feel his hands go to your waist. Holding you against the wall as he starts to thrust in and out of you. You move a hand to grip his arm, nails digging into the flesh of his bicep as you flutter your eyes shut. You feel him kiss you, when he pulls away you open your eyes. His broad shoulder, green eyes filled with lust, wet hair. The water from the shower hitting him making him look angelic. You could practically cum from this image of him alone. His eyes look up, making contact with yours. You pull him in for a kiss. Euphoria rushing over your body as he continues his thrusts into you. Mouths entangled with each other. 

“G-gonna cum” you moan out. Feeling your high get closer with each of his movements. He smiles, bending down and kissing you shoulder. Feeling him hitting your g spot perfectly. Making you moan out as your second orgasm hits you. Tightening around his cock as you grip his hair, the other hand gripping his shoulder. He continues thrusting into you. Making you whine out at the stimulation. A few more thrusts later, and the feeling of your insides tightening around him he grunts, pushing fully into you. Breathing heavily into your shoulder as he releases himself. He keeps a hold of your body. Holding it against him as you both come down from your highs. You gently stroke his wet hair, the shower hitting him and dripping onto you. You start to shiver slightly. Being wet and against the cold tiles, plus none of the hot water hitting you. He pulls out of you. Letting you stand again and bringing you under the hot shower. You sigh out, shutting your eyes as he takes the condom off, tying it into a knot and throwing it into the bin. Grinning to himself as it lands perfectly. You open your eyes as he turns back to you, a soft grin adorning his pretty face. You roll your eyes slightly but smile. You rest your hands on his chest. Looking over his various scars. Gently tracing them before looking back at him, kissing him gently. 

“I should be getting back for my brother” you nod. Kissing him again, feeling his hands gently stroke up and down your back. 

“I’ll see you around?” you ask more as a question. He nods

“I hope so” you chuckle to yourself. Kissing him again as he makes no signs of moving out the shower

“As much as I’d love to have an unproductive day with you today we both know that it wouldn’t be helpful for either of us” he nods, tilting his head up slightly. “Come on. Go see your brother” you kiss him again “I’m going to actually shower now” he chuckles. 

“Sure I can’t help washing you?” you laugh

“I feel like that would just end with more sex”

“Is there anything wrong in that?”

“No. No there isn’t” you smile as you kiss him. He reaches for the shower gel

“This one yours?” you nod. He puts some onto his hand, rubbing them together slightly before he starts to massage your skin. You shut your eyes. Feeling him gently rub over all your body. He kneels down in front of you. Gently kissing your pubic bone before he rubs your thighs. You open your eyes, seeing him kneeling in front of you. Eyes fixed onto yours. You smile, gently running a hand through his hair before he stands up. He moves so your body is fully under the running water. Watching as the soap bubbles fall from your frame. “And now my hands smell like mangos” you laugh slightly

“Sorry” he smiles, taking your chin with his thumb and forefinger as he leans in and kisses you

“Nothing to be sorry about. But I am going to leave now” he smiles, kissing your lips again before he exits the shower. Grabbing a towel and drying himself. He puts his pants back on as you turn the shower off. Opening the door and grabbing a towel yourself. Wrapping it around yourself. You watch as he gets dressed. You follow him out into the hallway. He opens the front door “Bye Rose”

“Goodbye Dean” you smile as he walks out. Shutting the door behind him

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MINIFIC: Oct. 23: Day 7: Cats & Bats (MLB, Lukanette, DLM AU)

For @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers October Minific Challenge 2023.

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To Feel Alive Again: Day 7: Cats & Bats

“…twinkle, twinkle, little bat,” Luka sang despondently, staring at the same water spot on the ceiling that he’d been staring at for a few hours now.  His fingers moved almost listlessly over his guitar, picking out the rudimentary tune he’d learned so many years ago now.  It had probably been the very first song he’d actually learned, back when he was still in diapers and his ma had first placed a guitar in his grubby hands.  It was so deeply ingrained in his bones by this point.  He should be able to play it in his sleep.

…he hadn’t actually touched his guitar in a while, though.  Years.  Not since Mendeleiev had fished him out of the ocean after his dad’s plane had gone down.

He’d never actually thought he’d get to play with the old man.  Jagged had never owned him in life, and Luka had always tried to avoid the livelier circles in death.  It was easier that way, not mingling with the living.  Keeping your connections to that world sparse.  Getting to reap Jagged Stone – posing as his guitarist and playing with him on what would become his last plane ride – had been…surreal.  Definitely unexpected.  A gift he still wasn’t sure he was grateful for, even all these years later.

It had also been the last straw – or string, if you would.

Luka had replaced the strings the saltwater had warped, stuck Claire II in the corner of his room, and hadn’t touched her since.

“How I wonder what you’re at,” he sighed, his fingers stilling on the strings again.  It had been too long.  The willingness to play – the need – was there, but his fingers were so damn stiff.  He’d been at it for a few hours now, ever since he’d come home from…well.  His job, technically.  Because he’d dropped Pip off and gone straight to his reap, and that song that had been teasing at his mind since he’d seen Marinette at that café still hadn’t left him alone.

…it had been teasing him a lot longer than that, if he was honest.  He was just…usually better at ignoring it.  He was usually better at ignoring a lot of things these days.

“Luka Couffaine’s just a big ol’ softie…”

Maybe Marinette was right.  Maybe he was going soft.

It had just been too much today, though, so after a quick shower he had sat down with a notebook and tried to scribble down some notes.  They had been a jumbled, confused mess, though.  Nothing had sounded right, and thinking that was because paper sounded like nothing at all he had gone to retrieve his guitar.  It had been so out of tune, though, and then he’d felt too rusty to produce anything coherent, so he’d just…dropped back on his couch, staring at the ceiling as he ran through basic drills.  Rudimentary songs.

Twinkle, twinkle, little bat, how I wonder what you’re at…

“Oh, Luuuukaaaaa!”

He jumped, nearly dropping his guitar at the sudden pounding on his door.  He glared as the annoying voice called again, still dragging his name out.  Fucking Théo.

In some ways, the guy made him think of his old best friend.  In all the ways that grated on him with not enough of the ways that mattered.

“What the hell do you want?” he groused, rubbing at his eyes as he opened the door.  Théo grinned at him from the other side.  It took Luka a moment to realize he was holding a black cat to his chest: it blended in to his sweater almost completely, save for the white patch on its belly.  “And what the hell are you doing with that?”

“What?” Théo asked, frowning.  “You’re a dog walker.  Can’t I be a cat walker?”

“…that’s not a thing,” Luka said, his eyebrows lifting above where he was pinching at his sinuses.  “That sounds so dumb, Théo.  Who the hell would want a cat walker?”

“You have your side hustles,” Théo scoffed, slapping a yellow post-it against his chest.  Luka’s eyebrow rose as he glanced down at it.  “Let me have mine.  Ladies love cats, I’ll have you know.”

“They love cats,” Luka said, looking at the post-it.  Early morning reap tomorrow – scheduled before breakfast.  Well, at least that cleared up the rest of his day.  “They don’t love you.”

“You wound me, Couffaine,” Théo sniffed.  “And here I am, doing you a favor, making sure you don’t miss your – oi!”

Luka slammed the door in his face, cutting him off.  He turned around and leaned against the door, staring at the post-it.  The address was close to Fred and Marinette’s.  Maybe he could swing by after.  Catch them on the way to breakfast.  Walk with he…them.

“It’s bad manners, Luka!” Théo snapped.  Luka rolled his eyes and thumped his fist against the door.

“Fuck off, Barbot!”

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Eddie's Birthday Weekend: Friday, October 28th YTAU Warnings: Steve snarking at Eddie near the end, oops. This chapter is short, but I hope you enjoy! You can read my detailed info about this entire fic HERE.

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The sound of an alarm going off makes Eddie groan. Dimly aware it’s not his but his boyfriends, the artist hunkers back down under his nest of blankets, listening as Steve’s weight disappears from the left side of the man’s bed. 5:00am is far too early for anyone, but the coffee shop owner takes it like a champ, something Eddie admires about him. He himself doesn’t mind mornings, but there’s always some defining line of absolutely not, and anything before 6:00am is where that line appears. 

Listening to Steve shuffle around quietly, Eddie can picture the man, his ever-flawless hair a little sleep-ruffled, his eyes puffy from sleep. There’s a pause in movement and he knows the younger man is rubbing his face and stretching, probably trying to decide what shirt he wants to wear or if he has time to shower. A minute later he hears the shower turn on. Bingo. In the past month, he feels as though he’s become pretty well versed in Steve-isms, can picture perfectly in his mind the way his nose wrinkles up when he’s yawning, or the way his hand will find his hip when Max or Dustin say something that makes the man annoyed. 

Outside of Steve’s room, he picks up on Robin moving around the apartment, a quiet string of cuss words falling out of her mouth as she bumps into something. Eddie’s grown to love waking up in their apartment, something he thought would take more time getting used to. He’d roomed with Chrissy for a while, and even Gareth at one point, and having roommates had been a test of the man’s patience. Now though, it’s comforting, hearing Robin and Steve go about their morning while he lays there half asleep. 

Time passes, though Eddie’s not sure how much exactly. One second he’s imagining his boyfriend showering, the next there’s a kiss being pressed on his forehead. Eyes opening, he looks up and dark brown eyes meet light. Steve’s smiling at him, wearing a dark red polo and dark wash jeans. 

“Hey sleepyhead. Just wanted to let you know Robs and I are heading out. I hope you have a good day at work, and don’t forget you have your lunch with your uncle.” 

Shit. Steve’s right. Per tradition, he and Wayne have breakfast or lunch together every year to celebrate his birthday. This year, due to schedule conflicts, they’ve decided on a few days before his actual birthday, but Eddie is still excited all the same. It’s easier, too, since he’s living back in the same town as the other man, and not three hours away. 

“Mm, thanks Stevie,” Eddie nods, rubbing his face and sitting up a little so he can catch his boyfriend’s lips in his own. 

“Lemme know how it goes babe! I’ll see you tonight.” 

Steve leaves and Eddie lets himself enjoy another two hours of sleep before his own alarm goes off, alerting him to start the day. Usually, he’ll start his day out with oatmeal and eggs, but because the long haired man is at his boyfriends, he starts it out with changing clothes, popping a Zyrtec from the bottle on Steve’s bathroom counter, and making his way back to his own place. Letting himself into his two bedroom apartment, Eddie pulls up an episode of Gourmet Makes on Youtube and lets it play as background noise while he works on the eggs, mind wandering to the idea of getting a pet. 

Obviously, dogs are a no go- the only kind he’d be able to get is a hypoallergenic one and goldendoodles aren’t really his style. He’s been debating on a cat, but Steve’s allergic. Logically, he knows that shouldn’t be a deciding factor, especially when the man himself says not to worry about it (and they both know Steve kind of wants him to just for indulging purposes), but Eddie can’t help but worry. The other options are a rat, or maybe a hedgehog, which both seem pretty cool and relatively easy. Maybe once his birthday weekend is over and things have calmed down he and Steve can go look at the cats at the shelter, just to get an idea of it all. 

Sitting down at his table with his food, the tattoo artist checks his levels on his pump, makes sure his bolus insulin is set correctly for meal time, then digs in, savoring the hot meal on such a chilly Autumn day. Sunlight is streaming into the apartment, making it look cozy, the balcony allowing for a perfect view of the yellow, red and orange trees in front of the apartment complex. When Eddie finishes; a bite of one and then the other repeated until gone just like every other day for twenty eight years, he rinses his dishes, sets them in the half full dishwasher, and makes his way to the shower. 

11:00am rolls around and Eddie finds himself sitting in a booth by the window at the local diner on Main Street, waiting for his Uncle to arrive. Not a minute later, Wayne Munson walks in, a blue and green flannel on, underneath his well-worn work jacket, a Chicago Cubs hat perched on his head. The twenty eight year old stands and hugs his uncle tight, not having seen him for over a week, then sits back down, handing him the laminated menu despite both of them knowing what they’re getting. 

“Missed you old man, anything new going on?” 

“It’s been less than two weeks, Eddie, Christ. What do you want me to tell you, I’m engaged?” 

Snorting, Eddie rolls his eyes and pushes his arm a little from across the table. 

“I’m just curious about your life, sue me,” he shoots back with a smile. 

The lunch goes like every other one before it- Wayne gets a burger, Eddie gets white bean chili, and they eat in comfortable silence. It reminds the younger man of every night in the trailer when his uncle wasn’t working, how they would share a meal on the couch while watching an old episode of The Andy Griffith Show or Everybody Loves Ray. When he was little, he’d beg for Home Improvement, always enjoying Tim’s antics. 

After the check comes- “I’m payin’ Eds, it’s your damn birthday meal, quit it,” - Wayne pulls out a card from the pocket inside his jacket, and hands it to the guitarist. Opening the envelope, Eddie takes the card out and starts reading, slow and careful. The message on the card is generic, but when he opens up the front, there’s a long note written in slanted, cursive writing. 

Eddie,

You know I’m not much of a sap, but getting to watch you grow up, getting to raise you, it’s been the biggest blessing of my life. I miss your mom every single day, and I hate that what happened, happened, but the outcome isn’t something I’d ever trade. You’re one year away from thirty now, and I can’t find the words to tell you how proud I am of you. I’ve seen you go through so much shit in the past twenty years, things no one should ever have to witness or go through, but I’ve been amazed every time at how you’ve been able to handle it. I’m sorry I wasn’t more involved before you came to me, and I’m sorry I didn’t step in with Trent. I’ll never forgive myself for either. 

Anyway, I know you’ve been saying you need to get a new van. Lucinda ain’t running like she used to, and after seeing that death trap in action helping you move, I decided if I don’t do something about it, god knows when you will. When you’re available next, we’ll head down to Indy and find you something good, so long as it’s reliable. 

Love you kid, 

Wayne 

Blinking rapidly, Eddie looks up at his Uncle and swallows, eyes glassy. Clearing his throat, he gives a wobbly smile, receiving one back, then laughs a little. 

“Thanks Uncle Wayne…it..you don’t gotta do that, ya know?” 

“Oh trust me, I know. But you’re just as stubborn as your mother, and if something were to happen to you in that van, I’d never forgive myself.” 

Knowing there’s no point in arguing, Eddie simply nods, then straightens up a little. 

“I should be free next Friday, if you are.” 

“Wouldn’t miss it.” 

They say their goodbyes, share another hug, and then Eddie’s off to work, smiling to himself as he walks across the street then down a few stores to where Green Light Tattoo Parlor is nestled. Making his way in, arms crossed over his leather jacket to hold in heat, he nods at Carson and Louie as they wave, deep in conversation about some band that’s touring. It makes Eddie think of his own band, and how on the 6th of November they have a gig up in Indianapolis. Steve and Robin are coming too, both excited to see him play, and it makes him nervous but excited, knowing they’ll be cheering him on. 

The day is taken up by one client who’s getting the outlining of a full sleeve done. It takes seven hours, but the guy is able to sit through it well, and they only stop a few times, once for food, a couple of times for bathroom breaks and for Eddie to check his pump and blood glucose levels. By the time he’s finished, he’s got a solid amount done, a solid amount of money in his pocket, and he’s ready to go find his boyfriend and relax. 

Hoping he can convince Steve and Robin to watch Dracula, the artist packs his bag up, then says goodnight to Annaleigh, the only other one in the shop, who’s finishing up piercing a girl's septum. Robin opens the door when he knocks, despite having a key. He feels weird just barging in when the two friends are home, and uses it mostly to lock up when he’s alone in the mornings. 

“Just in time,” she smiles, which makes Eddie’s head cock to the side, reminiscent of a puppy. 

“Huh?” 

“Steve’s about to have a breakdown because he can’t find…something,” the freckle faced woman laughs, eyes rolling fondly. “You’ve not experienced a Steve freak out have you?” 

“Not that I can reca-” 

“It’s not here Robin! I told you! I knew it!” 

Both of them wince from the intensity and bitchiness in Steve’s sudden words. Eddie is almost amused, especially when Robin grumbles about how Steve does this all the time. He’s always known his boyfriend can be a bit of a worrier, but the bitchiness is new, and frankly, Eddie’s living for it. Following Robin into Steve’s room, he sees drawers in his desk and dresser are opened, and there’s stuff all over the man’s bed. 

“Uhhh…did a tornado go through here?” 

Steve, whose back is to the door, whips around, eyes wide, almost manic. His brow furrows and he puts a hand on his hip. 

“What’re you doing here?” 

His boyfriend’s tone isn’t rude persay, but it’s definitely surprised, which confuses the tattoo artist. 

“Uhh, you invited me over tonight right? Or…I mean, I can leave,” he jokes, turning dramatically to leave.

When Steve doesn’t say anything, doesn’t try to stop him, Eddie freezes, then looks back. Robin looks like she wants to be anywhere but here. Frowning, the guitarist turns back around and stares at the younger man. 

“Steve, seriously, I can go if you need me to.” 

“It’s not…it’s not that I don’t want you here. But I’m trying to find something, and I’m already stressed, and…” he trails off. 

Wait. Does Eddie stress him out? He said ‘already stressed’ as if his own presence causes his boyfriend stress regularly. Trying to ignore the sting, trying to tell himself Steve’s just worked up, the musician nods, biting his lip. 

“It’s all good man, seriously. Everyone needs their space every once in a while. I’ll see you tomorrow, ok?” He walks closer to kiss Steve goodbye but at the last second merely presses a kiss to the younger man’s cheek. Leaving, he walks down the hall, Robin following.

“Edd-“ 

“It’s fine Robin, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” He offers a tight smile and closes the door gently behind him, blowing out a breath. 

What the fuck? 

Making his way home, Eddie tries to think through all logical explanations, attempting not to read too much into anything. Of course the honeymoon phase can’t last forever, but damn if it doesn’t suck when it ends. He knows Steve’s probably just had a rough day and this just happens to be the tipping point, but it still stings. He ends up asleep on his couch, watching Dracula alone. It’s not a great night, but it could be worse. Before he falls asleep, he manages to send a text message. 

Night Stevie. Hope whatever was missing you found, and your night got better! ❤️ See you tomorrow. 

+++

“What the hell Steve?!” Robin’s voice is loud when she steps back into the bedroom, and the man feels about two inches tall. 

Steve knows he’s royally fucked up, knows he needs to apologize to Eddie and explain. Right now isn’t the time though, not with how frazzled he is. Work had been busy which already left him jittery, and then he’d wanted to wrap his boyfriend's present, only to forget its hiding spot. Way to go Harrington. Rubbing his face, he looks at Robin, who’s staring a hole into him, making him feel shittier by the second. 

“I…I didn’t mean for it to happen like that.” 

The woman scoffs and rolls her eyes in a way that reminds him of Nancy, when he was being unreasonable back years and years ago. Even now, Nancy Wheeler is a sore spot, even though they’ve talked everything through and are friends. It was his first true girlfriend, and he’d really loved her. The night of the Halloween party will always be one of his lowest as far as he’s concerned. 

“Well, it did, and now Eddie’s upset, and I would be too. It’s just a present Steve. You need to fix this.” Robin’s tone leaves no room for arguing. 

“I’m going to! Tonight I need to cool off, okay? It’ll all be fine. I just…really need to find the damn present, and sleep. Today has been a shit show.” 

His face must convey how he feels, wired and upset, because Robin walks over and puts a hand on his shoulder. The touch is grounding, and thank god for his best friend, because without her he’d be spiraling even more right now. 

“We’ll find the present, Dingus. Just take a few breaths and try to remember where your past self would put it, and why it would be there and not one of the first places you looked.”

Ten minutes later, Steve finds the box that’s holding the nice guitar pick necklace, ‘Type 1’ inscribed on the back, along with the new soft sweater and special edition Midsommar DVD he’d snagged a couple of weeks prior. 

It hits him now, really settles in, that he’s been a dick to Eddie, and he hopes he can fix it.

[bfd614]

I have been traveling a lot lately for work. So I decided on one trip to see if my wife wanted to come with me. We left the kids with her parents for a few days and went to Las Vegas for a trade show. My wife got to sit by the pool and read a book and I worked during the day. We would go out to dinner and a show at night. It was a wonderful time. One night we were going to dinner with the owner of my company. I got out of the show at 4 and we were going to meet him at 8pm. I get back to our hotel room change and go find my wife by the pool. I locate her at the swim up bar and she’s chatting with this absolute beast of a man. The dude was easily 6’4” just ripped from the gym wearing tight fitting swim shorts showing the bulge that made me feel inadequate. I come up beside my wife and kiss her cheek as she introduces me to “Bob”. Bob, come to find out, had been buying my wife drinks for the last hour and clearly was trying to fuck my wife. Which when I showed up had ruined his plans. He swam off and left my wife with her 4th martini and a good buzz. “What was that about?” I asked. “Just some harmless flirting to get free drinks” she almost slurred every word. “We have dinner tonight with the owner and I think we should get you sobered up before we go”

I take her back to the room to order a small snack and let her rest. Practically supporting her the whole way as she seemed to be having some issues walking a straight line. “Did you see the muscles on Bob?” She asked in the elevator. “Yes honey. Everyone could see them.” Listening to the floors chirp by as we rose up. “Did you see the size of his dick through the shorts?” She asked tipsily. “Yes, is that why you were flirting?” I asked a little annoyed. “Jealous?” “Maybe” “don’t be, that would have been trading down” just then the doors opened and there were people waiting for our car. So we got off and walked down to our room.

We get inside and I laid her down on the bed and ordered some room service for her. As I hang up the phone I asked “what did that comment mean about trading down? I am not that big.” She laughed, which is a great confidence booster to me since we are talking about dick size. “Honey, he had no idea about the nuances of picking up women. He thought his muscles and package were enough to get me to jump into bed with him and had no idea about how to make me laugh or feel comfortable enough to let him see me naked.” She rolled over looked me in the eye “he was cute enough to flirt with, dumb enough to buy me drinks thinking I was going to fall for him; but I was never going to fuck him.”

She got out of bed declared “I’m taking a shower” and walked into the bathroom. Twenty minutes later room service arrived and I knocked on the door to let her know. She grunted some affirmative and I laid down on the bed and closed my eyes. I little bit later I felt her get into the bed and heard “aren’t you eating?” “I’m not hungry right now I’ll wait till dinner” she kissed my forehead and told me “I think you should eat now” I opened my eyes and looked at her to argue when she pulled the towel off her body and hovered over my face. “Eat” she said.

I ran my tongue over her clit and she popped up a little bit making me follow her. She had this wicked little smile on her face as she grabbed a handful of my hair and lowered herself down onto my face. I teased her with my tongue a little bit before setting into a rhythm and after a few minuets I felt her thighs start to press against the side of my head as she started to breath harder and harder until I felt the shudder run through her body and the groan of pleasure escape her lips.

She sat there for a min holding the head board catching her breath and slid down my body. Kissed me deeply and proceeded to slide down my body and pulled my hard dick out of my shorts and started blowing me. I laid there and enjoyed the rare treat of oral sex from my wife. She played with my balls and took me to the edge of an orgasm “you’re going to make me cum” I said warning her. She stopped blowing me and smiled. “Not yet I’m not”. She kissed me again and played with me while I touched her body and when I calmed down enough. She climbed back on top of me and told me “now you can cum” then proceeded to moved her hips slowly back and forth.

She felt amazing. She was in total control of the experience. I watched her face as she rode me and saw the pleasure on it. I grabbed her breast with my right hand and squeezed gently and felt her excitement through her body grow. She moaned with each movement of her hips. I pushed up into her matching her movements and rhythm and felt my own excitement grow. “Rub my clit” she breathed. As I ran my thumb in circles around her clit I saw her orgasm growing till finally she through her head back and cried breathlessly “I’m cumming.” She never stopped moving and when she was done instead of moving her hips back and forth she started moving them up and down. Her wetness, her excitement, her moans of pleasure started to push me over the edge. “I want it. I want you to cum inside me baby. “ she said with a passion and desire that made me cum instantly. I grabbed her thighs and pushed deeper inside her as I exploded from her passion.

We just sat down for dinner with my boss when my wife leaned over and whispered “you are dripping out of me right now. I should have worn underwear.”

[noosayog]

[1:35AM] your meet ugly with Iwaizumi Hajime

wc: 800

noos's notes: My first fic on tumblr :') There's technically no mention of Iwa's name in this, so pls imagine your fav if you'd like. But I wrote this with him in mind!

You were returning from a week-long business trip and your flight had landed just after midnight. After your roommate picked you up from the airport, you wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower, sink into bed, and be unconscious for the next 10 hours. The last thing you needed was arriving home to a car you’ve never seen before blocking your driveway. 

Exhausted and slightly annoyed, you and your roommate rang your neighbors’ doorbells in hopes that there would be a quick fix. 

30 minutes and 5 doorbells later, not one of your neighbors had claimed the car. Your patience was thinning and slight annoyance became acute irritation. You and your roommate sat back in your double-parked car, on hold with the tow truck company. Suddenly, one of your neighbors, a sweet elderly man you’ve waved to on occasion, knocked on your window. 

“I called the guy who lived across the street,” he pointed at an orange house across the street. “And sounds like he’s got a couple of friends over tonight. Said the car is one of his friend’s and he’ll come move it now.” 

You thanked your neighbor and your roommate hung up the line with the towing company. A part of you was disappointed. This asshole deserved to have his car towed. You waited for what couldn't have been more than a few minutes but you were tired and angry and irritation was building with every second that passed. 

Finally, a man emerged from the orange house and you got out of the car to get a better look. He was tall and you would be remiss if you didn’t acknowledge that he was good-looking. He walked over to the driver’s seat of his car where you were impatiently tapping your feet and uttered a light-hearted apology with a little chuckle. 

Like this whole situation was funny. 

Maybe it was the long flight. Maybe it was the exhausting trip. Maybe it was just him. But at that moment, your patience finally snapped. 

“What, you think this is funny or something?” 

With this hand on the opened door, he blinked back at you. A pause. “No, I-” 

“Because I’m not laughing. It’s already really fucking inconsiderate of you to be blocking someone’s driveway and obstructing their day and you’re laughing? We could have just called the towing company instead of ringing doorbells at one AM in the morning but we did that because we have some sense of human decency.” 

“Look, I-” 

“I’m not done. I’ve never seen you around here before and I don’t know if you just moved or you’re just visiting your friend that lives there but I better never see you and your stupid car in front of my driveway again. And next time, I won’t just call the towing company, I’ll fucking key your car, slash the tires, and egg your fucking house!” 

You were yelling at this point, your sweet elderly neighbor was watching you in horror, and your roommate still sitting in the car had her eyes wide, but you didn’t care. Without letting him get a word in, you stomped back to your car, got in the passenger seat, and slammed the door shut. A couple of minutes later, your driveway was cleared and your roommate was pulling into your garage. You went straight to bed. 

In the morning, you feel regret. Sure, the tall, bulging-biceps guy was to blame, but you didn’t have to pop off on him like that. Either way, your neighbor mentioned that he was a friend of the guy who lived there so you’d probably never have to see him again anyway. 

Naturally, things never work out that way so you run into him on your way out to grab coffee and some groceries. You stare for a couple of seconds, unsure if you should apologize or just walk away. You opt for, “I won’t actually key your car or egg your house.” 

He raises a brow. “So you’ll slash my tires?” 

Here you were, trying to genuinely apologize (though you might not be doing a good job of it), and he was making things harder. You should have known, given the way he was laughing last night. You were about to give him a piece of your mind again but he beat you to it. 

“It’s just a joke. Last night was completely my bad and I hope you can forgive me for it. Especially since…” he trails off. 

You tilt your head, waiting for him to finish. 

He takes a breath. “Especially since I was hoping to take you out for coffee. To apologize. And maybe like a date.” 

You’re sure your mouth is wide open now. You definitely remember screaming his head off last night. You’re not sure in what sense you could have seemed attractive in that light. 

He shrugs like he knows what you’re thinking. “The way you were yelling at me was kinda hot and I’m really hoping to redeem myself.” 

You let your mind catch up with the situation and mentally lay out the facts. One, he is undeniably good-looking. Two, you’ve shown him possibly your worst side and he still wants to take you out. Three, well, there is no three, but the first two facts are compelling enough, you think. So you say yes.

[stefanmikaleson1864]

I’m Gonna Be

OA Zidan / Reader 

A/ Also please listen to this song while you read that part because it truly sets the mood. Also I don’t own the lyrics to the song used 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJ6wJqaE6o4 link to the song 

A/N: If you like my work please comment like and reblog it means a lot to see interactions on my work

Y/N’s POV 

“Are you sure you want me to come with you I mean this a big deal” You asked . 

Omar looked over at you and smiled at you. The two of you were currently enjoying the weekend off by doing nothing. 

OA didn’t say anything to you he just rolled over and threw his whole entire body on you. He looked down at you and kissed you which you happily returned the favor. 

“Mmmm your right I changed my mind I don’t want to be seen with you” OA said 

“See no problem because I don’t wanna ruin my cred by seeing with you either” You said laughing. 

“Baby come on I’m trying to be serious right now” OA said

“I thought you were being serious by saying you don’t want me to go” You said 

“Come on now” OA said with a more sternness in his voice. 

“Yes sir” You said leaning in and kissing him. 

He wasn’t falling for it though and quickly pulled away and you pouted at him. 

“Fineee I’ll go with you what do I even wear to something like that” You said. 

“Well it’s a military ball so I’m going to let you figure that out” OA said.

“So rude to me” You said playfully slapping his chest. 

“Ouch that hurt” OA said. 

He grabbed your hands and pinned them over your head and he leaned down and kissed you hard and deep. 

You kissed him back getting lost in the moment. Suddenly OA pulled away and got up off you leaving the bed. 

“Wait where are you going” You asked in a whining sad voice. 

“As much as I would love to stay I can’t I got some stuff I have to take care of” OA said 

“What the hell do you have to do” 

‘Thats my business so now if you will excuse me” OA said throwing his shirt on you

“Enjoy this it’s something for you to remember me while I’m gone” OA said 

He then turned his whole body around and flexed his muscles. 

You just rolled your eyes at him.

“So sweet and very considerate of you” You said. 

OA walked out the room and started taking a shower to get ready wherever he was going. You just turned your attention to the TV and put on your fave TV show. 

OA was done a few minutes later and he threw on a hoodie and some sweats. Men always take a minute to get dressed it’s annoying. 

“Bye baby I’ll call you when I’m on my way home” OA said walking over to you and pecking you on the lips. 

“Bye have fun with what ever your going to do” You said. 

OA left at that and you were every confused on what he was out there doing. I mean that was so random that he just up and left. 

You tried paying attention to the TV but your mind kept wandering back to that Military Ball.

 You knew it was coming up but for some reason you didn’t think OA would want to go. You guys had been dating for about 3 years now and he never went. 

He was invited every year but he always said it wasn’t his thing and he truly wasn’t lying about that. When he was awarded with a award for his bravery from the FBI he barely went to that. 

Maybe he was just feeling sentimental this time though you thought. He seemed like he really wanted to go so you wanted to be supportive. 

But now to a hard decision and that was what do you wear to a type of thing like that. 

You knew it was formal but like cocktail formal or ballgown formal. Also this thing was next weekend and this man did not give you any type of room to prepare. 

You pulled out your phone and decided to keep it simple and wear something more cocktail appropriate. 

You browed trying to find something you were in a rush because you couldn’t do it during the week because of work. 

You spent the rest of the day looking for something nice to wear.

  You got so wrapped in what you were doing you didn’t realize how much time had passed. OA was still gone which made you really wonder what he was doing. 

You got up off the bed and made your way to the kitchen to find a snack and stretch your legs

. Of course your days off always go by so fast. But the good news was it was quiet and you found the most beautiful dress to wear and it would be here just in time. 

After eating your snack you looked around the house and decided to clean it. I mean who else was going to do it. 

I mean OA seemed like he was a nice organized military man but that was the farthest thing from the truth.

 He had more stuff laying around then you do.  So much for laying around and doing nothing you thought. 

You turned on some music on the tv and really got the vibes going. You were bouncing all around the house and if you do say so it looked really nice in that house.  

The music was so loud and you were in such a good mood you didn’t even realize that OA had come home and he was looking at you and just laughing. 

“I like this show a lot why wasn’t i invited” OA said loud enough to get your attention. 

“Damn it you scared the shit out of me” Jumping pretty bad and clutching your chest. 

OA walked over and he grabbed some flowers. They were fresh and colorful and really pretty. 

“Here a piece offering and for me being ditching you and being gone all day” OA said.

“OMG thank you so much there so beautiful it just almost makes up for you giving me a heart attack” You said 

“What else can I do to make it up to you”  OA said looking down and smiling at you

“Order me some chinese food” You said 

“Done” OA said. 

You went and grabbed a vase for the flowers and put them away. You and OA made your way to the couch and he ordered you chinese like you wanted. 

The rest of the weekend went by super fast and the two of you didn’t leave the apartment at all and barely even left the couch. 

Monday came and you were both getting ready for work. Now don’t get me wrong you loved working for the FBI but damn why were they open on Mondays. 

After getting dressed and eating breakfast you made your way to work. On the way there you thought maybe Maggie could tell you where OA went on saturday. 

Not that you thought he was out there doing anything bad but you were just curious because this whole weekend he would not tell you. 

You arrived at the office after OA pouted the whole time for you driving. No matter how many times you took the keys from him he still would act upset. 

OA made you listen to Jazz music the whole time. He insisted that it was a fair trade off. You guys arrived at the office not too long after that. 

You both got out the car and headed up to work. You worked as an intelligence analyst which you loved your job. 

You went to the JOC and OA headed back to his desk to put his stuff away. You decided you needed some much caffeine and headed to the break room. 

Once in there you saw Maggie who had the same Idea as you. 

“Hey Mags good morning” You said using your “nice” voice. 

She looked over and smiled and instantly knew that you were going to ask her something.

“Hey morning Y/N how was your weekend” Maggie asked 

“Good so did you at all talk to your boyfriend this weekend or maybe even see him” You asked still using the same voice.

“Noo I didn’t actually why” Maggie said smiling. 

“Because he left basically all of saturday and didn’t say anything to me” You said. 

“Nope sorry I can’t help you” Maggie said 

“Fineeee” You said. 

Maggie just left and you all headed into the JOC for the morning briefing. Work was typical a usual some messed up psycho in the world was hurting someone else. 

You all ended up working late that night like you usually do. It was just the beginning of a long week. Everyday that week you all had long days. 

The only thing that got you going was that military ball you were supposed to go to. It sounded like a lot of fun.

 Though the closer it got the more weird OA was being. He kept going out late and just his mood seemed off. 

He just told you he was nervous seeing his old friends. So you just let it be his military past was always a touchy thing for him. 

Then came Friday the night before the Ball. Thank goodness you all left work on time because you had to go and pick up your dress. 

You asked OA to go with you but he said he had other plans and would meet you at home. If you didn’t know him you would have thought his man was cheating on you. 

You didn’t want to push him though because he seemed pretty invested in whatever he was doing. 

You were so excited to go and pick up your dress. It was from a small local owner and when you went and tried it on it fit you like a glove

. It was so pretty and so gorgeous you felt like a princess. 

The sales lady got you to buy some nice shoes and accessories with it. That matched the whole outfit nicely. 

After you paid for your stuff you caught a taxi and headed home. OA didn’t think about you driving with him to work when he abandoned you at work. 

When you finally got home he was already there. He was sitting on the couch bouncing his knee up and down and twisting his ring something he always did when he was nervous. 

“Hey babe your home” OA said shooting up like a rocket when he saw you. 

“Yeah i texted you that I was is everything okay” You asked. 

“I’m good you just startled me” OA said grabbing his phone and locking it. 

“Umm you want to see my dress for tomorrow” You asked 

“Nah let’s keep it a surprise” OA said smiling at you. 

“Okay” You said. 

You sat your stuff down on the table and walked over to where he was standing. You went in and gave him a hug and then he squeezed you tight and his muscles seemed to relax  when he wrapped them around you. 

You let go and leaned up and kissed him softly. He kissed you back taking his big hands and placing them on your face. 

When he pulled apart he placed his forehead on top of yours. He seemed a lot more calm now

“Hey baby is everything okay” You asked 

“I’m good sorry i’ve been acting weird i’m just worried about tomorrow that’s all” OA said. 

‘It’s okay i’ve just been worried about you” You said

“I know but i’m okay I promise I love you so much” OA said 

“I love you too how about we relax i’ll order some dinner and we can watch that new movie you been wanting to watch” you said 

‘Sounds amazing but let’s eat in bed i’m so tired” OA said 

“Hell yeah we will let’s go” You said. 

You both changed into your PJ’s and laid in the bed. You ordered some food and put on that movie and OA pulled you close to him. It really was a relaxing night. 

The next day came and OA was fast asleep and you just let him rest because he has been doing a lot. 

You decided to surprise him that morning and make his some breakfast in bed. 

You began pulling out the stuff and began cooking. Suddenly two big arms wrapped around you and it made you jump a little.

“Mm smells so good” OA said 

“I was supposed to surprise you with breakfast in bed” you said leaning back to look him in the eyes.

“I thought that was my job” OA asked 

“Don’t be sexist Omar” You yelled. 

“Sorry sorry I appreciate the gesture” he said laughing. 

“Now come on get out” You yelled. 

OA just laughed and headed out back to the bedroom. You finished up cooking make a whole buffet of your guys favorite food.

When you were done you put it all together on a nice try and walked into the bedroom. OA was laying there playing around on his phone. When he saw you he put his phone down and smiled at you. 

“Ta da” You yelled. 

“Thank you baby, it looks soo good” he said. 

You sat the tray down in front of him then crawled next to him on the other side of the bed. You grabbed your plate and you both started eating. 

“Mm this is so good baby” OA said in between bites.

“Mm thank you not to bad if I say so myself.” you said also shoveling food down.

The rest of the time you both ate in silence and when you guys were done neither one of you bothered to put the plates away. Just laid back into the bed.

“So are you leaving me today” You asked

“Nope I don’t have anything to do today” OA said. 

“Surprising because all week you been shady” You said 

“I was not being shady for leaving the house” OA said sarcastically 

“Sureee okay you won’t even tell me where you were going” You said back

“I have a life” OA said

“I am your life” you said

“Soo cocky” OA said laughing. 

You laughed back and then it fell quiet you both were tempted to go back to sleep. You never realized how tired you were until the weekend came. 

Instead you put on TV and moved the plates to the floor next to you. You then crawled over and put your head on OA’s chest and snuggled up right next to him.

He wrapped his arms around you and you both started watching tv. You were nervous about this Ball later but you just decided to focus on right now. 

You both just laid in bed all day not doing anything. And time just flew past so fast. You had to be there at 8 so in NYC time you had to leave at 7. 

It was around 5:30pm and you decided to start getting dressed. You did all your skin prep and even made OA do a face mask with you. Telling him he needed to prep his skin and make it pop. 

You had every type of mask on. From a hand , feet, hair and face one. OA decided to take a picture of you making fun of you. 

“See this is what I get for trying to make myself nice for you” You yelled.  Trying to kick the phone out of his hand . 

“Awe come on I’m just messing around” OA said laughing 

“Your being so rude” You said laughing. 

Then when all that prep was done you got in the shower. Then you got out and started fixing your hair and make up. And just like a typical man you had to make sure OA was getting ready. 

Finally after getting ready you put on your dress and accessories you got. OA was wearing his military uniform and you never seen him wear it before. 

He looked so good in it and it kind of made you see him a little differently. 

“Babe my eyes are up here” OA gasped. 

“Come on I’m just admiring the view.” You said smirking a little 

OA looked at you up and down his eyes going wide at the sight of you. 

“Oh what happened to my eyes are up here” You said laughing. 

OA walked over to you and grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in for a kiss. It was nice and deep which made you moan a little. 

“Mm come on we gotta go were already late” You said 

“ you just look so damn beautiful” OA said 

“You look really handsome i’ve never seen you in that before” You said 

“Thank you and I know but i’ve never had a reason to wear it before” OA said 

“Come on baby let’s go” OA said. 

You gathered up the rest of your stuff and then headed out. You got into OA’s car and sense it was his night you let him drive. 

It was a beautiful summer night out and in typical fashion there was a lot of traffic. The Ball was downtown but OA was headed uptown. 

“Why are you going this way” You asked. 

“Don’t question my driving I know a way that’s faster” OA said 

“MM sureee but this is why I drive you do weird” You said. 

“What ever” OA said. 

You just looked out the window after that. Even though you lived in NYC it was still beautiful to look out at the sights. 

After driving for a while OA stopped at a restaurant. It wasn’t just a restaurant, it was OA’s favorite Egyptian restaurant he went to. He grew up eating there and now it was a favorite of yours too.

You looked at him confused but he just walked over and opened up your door. 

He gave you his hand and helped you get out of the car. 

“Where are we going what are we doing” You asked

“Just trust me” OA said 

“What about your thing” You asked 

“Stop asking so many questions,” OA said. 

You two made your way to the restaurant and when he opened up the door it was empty but it was beautiful. There were flowers everywhere and there were lights and candles lit up. It was so gorgeous. 

“What the hell is this” You asked 

“3 years ago you asked me on a date here because you told me it was to sexist for the girl to wait for the guy to ask” OA said

“And you picked here because you said you knew how much it meant to me and you wanted it to be special that night and it was because we spent all night talking and laughing and they has to ask us to leave because they were closing” OA said

“And then we walked around because neither of us wanted the night to end and I never wanted to leave you and that’s when I knew I was in love with you” OA said

“ I never thought about having a family falling in love or getting married. I figured that it wasn’t meant for me but now when I’m with you that’s all I want to spend the rest of my life with you” OA said 

He pulled a box out of his pocket and got down on one knee

“Will you do me the honor of marrying me” OA asked 

“Umm are you sure” You asked.  Not sure why it just came out

“Yeah your right let me think about it” OA asked laughing. 

“Stop it no omg wait Yes of course Yes” You said. 

OA got up and put the ring on your hand. It looked so beautiful. 

“It belonged to my mom my dad gave it to her when he proposed ” OA said

“I can’t take this” You said

“Yes you can she wants you to have it” OA said

“It’s so beautiful and I love you so much” you said 

“I love you to” OA said leaning in and kissing you. 

Then he walked over and pulled out his phone and hooked it up to a speaker. 

A beautiful song started playing and he reached out his hand. 

“May I have this dance” OA asked 

“Of course” You said, grabbing his hand. 

The song was so beautiful 

And when I come home, yeah I know I'm gonna be

I'm gonna be the man who's coming home to you

And when I'm dreaming, well I know I'm gonna dream

I'm gonna dream about the time when I'm with you

But I would walk 500 miles

And I would walk 500 more

Just to be the man who walks a thousand miles

To fall down at your door” 

The lyrics started playing in the background. It truly was a amazing song that set the mood so well. 

“So that Ball tonight and your uniform” You asked 

“I just wanted to surprise you and if I didn’t wear the uniform it would throw you off” OA said

“Are you sure your okay with missing it again” You asked 

“There is no where else I want to be” OA said

He leaned down and kissed the top of your head. When the song was over he walked you to a table and there was nothing but food laid out

“Let’s enjoy dinner” OA said pulling a chair out for you

You sat down and then OA. 

“This looks soo good” you said 

“All of your favorites” OA said 

“Is this what you were doing when you left last weekend” You asked 

“Yeah Maggie helped” OA said smiling 

“I knew she knew something” You yelled. 

“Yeah and you were all up in our business” OA said laughing 

“I’m sorry” You said laughing. 

You two ate the meal and it was soo good tonight. After the meal OA played more music and you both kept dancing. 

“I promised you a dance tonight” OA said 

“Much better than that Ball tonight” You said. 

“I agree so much better” OA said 

You all danced all night 

“I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you” You said 

“I can’t believe you said yes Best day of my life hands down” OA said

“Mine too this is way to much though” You said

“Nothing is to much for you my love” OA said 

“What did I do to deserve you” you said

“Well i guess you did win the jackpot” OA said laughing 

“I mean maybeeee you got more lucky with me though I’m the one dealing with you” You said laughing. 

The night went by so quick again. Just like that first night when the two of you had your first date.

 When you were both tired from dancing you helped cleaned up the place. OA had so many flowers and other stuff  to take home with you. 

You all loaded up the car and then OA helped you in and got in himself

“Who all helped with this and who knew” You asked 

“Maggie and the team all helped” OA said

“We have to thank them all” You said

“Don’t worry about that I may have a celebration dinner planned tomorrow so act surprised” OA said 

“And what If i had said no” You asked 

“ I mean look at me you weren’t going to pass this up” OA said

“Oh yeah look at that cute face” You said, reaching over and grabbing his face and squeezing it. 

“If you would have said no I would of had a sad dinner tomorrow drunk all my feelings away and then quit my job out of embarrassment” OA said 

“Well we're just so blessed that it doesn't have to happen” You said laughing. 

OA grabbed your hand and kissed it. He took off and drove home and you couldn’t believe you got to spend forever with your best friend. 

[sukirichi]

“your hair is really soft” – jjk ver!

ft. itadori yuuji, gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento, ryoumen sukuna, & inumaki toge

ITADORI YUUJI – you’re in the room with Yuuji, who is busy watching the movies gojo-sensei had given him. He holds the cursed corpse in his other side, careful not to let him hit you, while your head lies on his shoulder, eyes drooping close from your long day. Yuuji turns the volume down and brings you closer to him until you’re practically sitting on his lap, his lips making brief contact at the crown of your head while he mumbles sweet nothings, too engrossed in the movie.

You smile at his sweet gesture, gently fisting the front of his jacket while you return the affection, kissing the edges of his jaw softly to not distract him too much. Yuuji’s lips tilt at the soft press of your lips on his warm skin. Soon, your hands rake up to his hair where your nails rake his scalp. Immediately, Yuuji deflates like a balloon as he purrs at the movement, making you chuckle in your sleepy daze.

“Your hair is really soft,” you note, and his eyes practically sparkle. Yuuji was a huge fan of hair gels and hair products, that his desk was filled with different brands all so he could keep his hair perfectly styled – in that somewhat natural, messy appeal. You love it on him and he melts at the fact you’ve noticed his efforts into taking care of himself. Most of all, the feeling of the smooth tendrils running past your fingertips like caressing a field of flowers lulls both you and him to a serene state.

GOJO SATORU – Like Yuuji, Gojo takes his time in styling his hair. You brush your teeth beside Gojo, who scowls as he struggles to keep his hair up the way he likes before he puts on his blindfold. The lanky man groans and adds more product, flattening the strands of his hair between his palms before swooping it up. When it falls down, Gojo whines, leaning forward on the sink counter.

You chuckle to yourself; he could be so dramatic sometimes. Bumping your hip with his, you gesture at him to move, and the big baby pouts before placing his chin on your shoulder as he watches you gargle. “Babe,” he sniffles, arms wrapping around your middle before his nose nuzzles into your skin. You giggle and push him away; the little bastard knew you were ticklish there. “My hair won’t stick up the way I want it to. Now I don’t look so cool anymore. What would my students say? That Gojo-Sensei stopped being attractive?”

That earns him an eye roll and a playful smack to his shoulder. “Ow!” Gojo rubs his shoulder with another pout, although both of you know nothing ever really hurts the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. “You’re mean.”

“And you’re just fishing for compliments.”

When Gojo hides his smirk behind his palm, you know you’ve hit the nail right on the head. Gojo was probably the most self-assured and overconfident man you’ve ever met – the day he thought lowly of himself and worried about anything concerning him that would ruin his “image” would be the day pigs could fly. Nevertheless, you give in with a sigh, extending your palm towards him.

“Give me the gel. I’ll fix your hair for you.”

“You’re a lifesaver, babe!” Obediently, Gojo crouches down so you could reach his hair, but not before muttering “shorty” under his breath. You tug at his hair harshly than you intended as payback, and Gojo only lets out a loud, fake moan before doubling over.

Your laughter and his bubble and echo through the cramped room, but both of you don’t mind. It’s moments like these you cherish with your whole heart even though it’s not extremely sweet or anything over the top. Dating a jujutsu sorcerer, the strongest one at that, wasn’t always rainbows and unicorns. You worry for him all the time and stay up awake all night, only ever finding peace in your sleep when he comes home safely – which he always does.

Still, you don’t stop worrying for him. It’s only natural, after all, and the way Gojo’s eyes soften as you slightly massage his scalp and style his hair for him lets you know he loves small moments like this too when both of you are completely alone in your own worlds, just enjoying each other’s presence and not having to think about anything else.

“Your hair is really soft,” you muse, unaware of the way Gojo’s closed his eyes as he lets your hand do the magic. When the familiar scent of vanilla and flowers wafts into your senses, you lean down closer to him to sniff his hair, stopping in your movements. “That’s odd. You smell like shampoo, but I haven’t bought that scent in a week.”

“Well, I may or not be the one who emptied it the last time,” he sheepishly chuckles.

“Gojo! That shampoo was really expensive!”

“Yeah, but I wanted to smell like you,” he coos, gently peeling your arms off him so he could hug you. Because of the height difference, you face plant into his bare chest where his skin is still warm from the shower. You keep feigning your irritation, but really, you squish your cheek above his heart, and Gojo’s chest rumbles as he laughs – he knows you can’t resist him. “Sorry about it babe, let’s go grocery shopping tonight when I come home, yeah?”

“You better buy your own shampoo,” you grumble, but Gojo only laughs.

  FUSHIGURO MEGUMI – Megumi is hunched over his desk, eyebrows pinched together while his hands move at an extreme speed. He’s studying while you scroll through memes on your phone, not wanting to disturb your boyfriend. Megumi is studious as ever, and it’s not that you aren’t, but you’re definitely a lot more relaxed than he is. 

You often tease him that you’ve got amazing memory by tapping your forehead whenever he tells you to study with him, which only makes him huff, but in reality, you refuse to study with him because he’s so distracting.

The way he bites his lip when he’s concentrated on something has your stomach erupting with butterflies, and it doesn’t help when his dark blue eyes pierce through the pages like the poor textbook committed a crime he couldn’t forgive.

All in all, Megumi’s beauty tripled tenfold when he was dedicated to something, and it was this fact that had you keeping your distance from him while he studies, because the last thing he needs is to have you jump him when he’s got an exam to prepare for. Unbeknownst to him, you’re angling your phone upwards until his beautiful side profile comes to view – and it’s so unfair his lashes are longer and thicker than yours – and you take a silent snap.

You take a few more pictures with a silent giggle, making sure to set it as your lock screen later. Nothing better than waking up to Megumi’s face every time your alarm went off, but your daydreaming is halted when Megumi drops his pen with a loud sigh.

“I know you’re taking pictures of me,” he side-eyes you with a glare. You squeak before hiding your phone behind you, knowing that it’s not out of the picture for Megumi to steal them and delete his precious photos. It didn’t help he knows your password either (duh, it’s his birthdate) so you take the extra mile by offering him a sickeningly sweet smile, an apology ready to leave your lips when – “If you wanted my attention that badly, you could’ve just said so. I don’t mind taking a break or something.”

Although he sounds annoyed, the way he avoids your gaze to hide his reddened cheeks and ears say otherwise. Megumi’s back faces you as you wait patiently on his bed. You don’t want to bother him – you really don’t – so you stay put, and Megumi sighs for the hundredth time that night before spinning on his chair, arms stretched out wide open. “Come. Want hugs.”

He keeps his gaze on his lap to swallow the embarrassment of using baby-like words, which was a huge contrast from his quiet and cold persona. You don’t mind though. Deep down, Megumi is like everyone else who wants constant affection, so you leap out of his bed and jump into his arms. Megumi relaxes with your weight on top of him before he squishes his cheeks against your boobs – one of his quirks that you found endearing – a sign that he just wanted to relax for a little while.

Megumi isn’t really that huge on touch, so moments like this where he allows himself to be physically intimate with you has you floating on cloud nine. You hear him sigh between you, and you hide your grin by pushing his hair back to reveal those pretty eyes of his, beckoning him to look you in the eye.

As expected, his cheeks flush a beet red at the intensity of your gaze, but what really catches your attention is how his eyes just brighten even though they’re lined with dark circles. 

This precious boy means everything to you, and you cup his face until your noses are rubbing. “Love you, Gumi,” you whisper, the boy’s breath hitching when your eyelashes flutter against his skin. Megumi tsks, a faux scowl on his face because both of you are painfully aware that he just melts around you.

“Stop teasing me. You know I don’t like that.”

“I’m not teasing you,” you lie, brushing his hair back in a soothing manner to help him relieve the headache he gets when he studies too much. “You know, your hair is really soft. Can I keep doing this?”

Megumi hates it when people touch his hair, so you expect him to say no – and you’ll gladly respect it – but instead, he pushes you closer and murmurs, “Don’t stop doing that.”

You smile so wide you fear your face would break.

  NANAMI KENTO – You’ve always been fascinated with your co-worker. You don’t know what it is about the sharp-faced and stoic Nanami Kento that somehow makes him stand out from the rest. It’s not like he was smarter or better than anyone, although you do admit Nanami overworks most of the time.

It’s kind of pathetic you’ve been crushing on him ever since your first day of work. Maybe it’s because he worked with virtue and wishes to actually be honest instead of just sucking the money out of others. Maybe it’s because seeing him visit a bakery every after work makes him seem softer and a lot more human than his seemingly unapproachable nature. Whatever it was, you can’t explain why you’re so enamoured with the blond, or why you have the audacity to suddenly card your fingers through his hair at his desk that time.

You were told by your boss to give him this folder – quick, easy, and simple. But Nanami has this effect on you that he makes your brain go brr every time you go closer to him. You blame it on the fact both of you are alone at the office right now for OT, but when Nanami freezes under your touch, you realize the grave consequences of your actions.

As if you’ve touched something boiling hot – and he kind of is – you retract your arm and bow so deep you feel a vertebrae popping air. “I’m so sorry!” you begin to blabber, bowing repeatedly to the point your hair has become a mess. You can’t even look him in the eye – what were you thinking?! “I didn’t mean to, it’s just your hair looked really nice and soft and I couldn’t help myself! If you want to tell the higher-ups about this harassment and get me fired, I promise I won’t mind. In fact, I’ll take this to my grave and even offer my firstborn child as an apology—”

“Y/N.”

“because I’ve done something so horrendous and oh my gosh, I was just eating donuts and I probably got crumbs in your pretty hair—”

“Y/N,”

“And that’s really so low of me. Uh, actually, I may or may not have spent last month’s salary to buy my niece a huge ass dollhouse, but I’d gladly schedule a hair appointment for you—” you stop your words when you feel huge, calloused hands squishing your cheeks together until your lips are puckered out like a fish. Nanami stands before you, looking as handsome as ever, and that thought only has you panicking more and withdrawing. “I’m so sorry.”

Nanami sighs, pulling away to give you some space. You try to fight back the whine because not only did you look ridiculous under him, but also because you actually missed his touch.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind,” he takes the folder from you, pauses, then tilts his head to the side. “You think my hair is soft?”

“Uhm,” you blink rapidly, “Y-yes. Your hair is really pretty too. In fact, everything about you is pretty, like your hands when you type in paperwork but – I’m talking too much aren’t I?” you laugh nervously, scratching the back of your head. “I’m sorry. I tend to ramble when I’m nervous.”

“I make you nervous?” Nanami doesn’t sound like he believes it.

“Yeah,” you confess, switching your weight from one foot to another. At this point, you’ve given up on asking him out for coffee this weekend because you’re sure he’s labelled you as an idiot now. Not that it’s surprising though; not only does Nanami keep to himself out of social aversion, but you’re also pretty loud and awkward, a huge contrast to someone as well-put as him. “Anyways, uh,” you clear your throat, gesturing to your cubicle. “Now that you’ve got the file, I’m gonna go do my part. See you later, I guess. Or not. You can go home first you want. I’ve got quite a lot on my plate.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

“Sorry?”

Nanami organizes his desk one last time before following you to your desk. “I’m done with my part and it’s late. It’s not safe for you to walk home alone,” he glances at his watch, “I’ll wait for you until you’re done and walk you back home. That way, I don’t have to worry about your safety tonight,” he plops down on the empty seat next to yours, crossing his arms on his broad chest. “Take all the time you need. Just wake me up when you’re done.”

Just like that, Nanami dozes off, exhausted from a long day of hard work. You, on the other hand, are more energized than ever as you suddenly find a strong wave of motivation you’ve never had before.

Maybe you don’t mess up everything, after all.

  RYOUMEN SUKUNA – He groans when you giggle at him, using your small, dainty hands to brush it through his hair. Sukuna liked to sleep in and it was only seven in the morning, meaning he’s supposed to be still lost in dreamland with thoughts about you and your cute little face. But because you’re an annoying brat who’s an early bird and way too cheerful as a morning person, you’re wide awake when the sun shone through the windows, and you’re gently coaxing him awake by rotating your fingers through his hair.

“Your hair is really soft.”

“Stop that,” he complains, but doesn’t really do anything to push you away. “It’s too early. Go back to bed.”

“But I’m already awake,” you tease, proving your point by taking off his covers and patting his chest. “Come on, let me make you breakfast. Maybe we can go out today and go see a movie, what do you think? It’s my day off so we better make use of it!”

“Exactly, it’s a day off,” he growls the last part, surprising you when his strong hands grip your thigh and drag you beside him. Soon enough, Sukuna has you trapped in his muscular arms until you can’t move anymore. “Let’s just stay the whole day in bed. Plus, I’m the one making breakfast. There’s no way you’re still cooking for me on your day off.”

“But I love cooking for you.”

“I know, but it’s my turn now,” he huffs through your hair. Sukuna’s grip loosens around you a bit to give you room to breathe, but he’s taken aback when you only snuggle closer to him to the point your legs and tangled and your body is warm from his heat. You don’t have to say it out loud to tell him you’ve conceded to his wishes.

As always, Sukuna is right. It feels much better to just let go of time and enjoy this moment. And he smells so good, feels so warm, that you’re unable to stop yourself from burrowing closer onto his body until you’re sure you’re about to start smelling like him later.

Of course, Sukuna likes the thought of that, so he sweeps one arm behind to tug the covers back over your bodies. He kisses your temple, and with a low, husky voice, grumbles, “Let’s go back to sleep, then we’ll do everything you want later, okay? I just want to stay in bed with you a little longer.”

For a guy who was considered heartless and barbaric, he sure turned into putty in your hands.

  INUMAKI TOGE – The platinum haired boy lays on your lap, the wire of headphones dangling beside you both. You’re thankful Inumaki has his eyes closed, because the last thing you want him to see is how embarrassed and giddy you are at that moment.

You and Inumaki have been friends for years, meaning you’ve been hiding your crush on him for a painfully long time. He’s recently made a Spotify playlist with an innocent text of, “I made you a playlist of all the songs that reminds me of you,” which leads you both to your current predicament. It’s a rather lazy weekend and Gojo-sensei isn’t around to bother any of you, so you’re in Inumaki’s room, careful not to bounce your legs out of habit to not give the poor boy a headache.

You snap back to life when Inumaki squeezes your thigh, and you’re met with azure eyes looking back up at you. “Mustard leaf?” he points to your face, which has been previously constricted and heated from his close proximity. It isn’t the first time you and Toge have cuddled, but it’s been too long and you’re standing at the edge of a dangerous cliff with the desire to tell him you like him.

Inumaki must’ve thought you’re uncomfortable with his weight on you because he begins to sit up. “Oh, no, no!” you coax him back down despite his questioning eyes, a wide grin replacing your flustered state to conceal it. “Its’s fine, really. I was just vibing with the songs.”

He hums, not completely believing it, but he doesn’t want to push either. Soon, he settles into your lap again and makes you lose your mind when his breath starts to tickle your kneepads now that he’s facing behind you.

Your heart just about combusts, and before you know it, Inumaki has fallen asleep while the theme of Howl’s Moving Castle plays. Once his breathing regulated into a steady rhythm, you reach out to brush his hair back and lightly add some pressure for better sleep. You know Inumaki lies that, and you smile to yourself when he leans into your touch even in his slumber.

“Your hair is so soft,” you say mostly to yourself, leaning down to kiss his the crown of his head, making Inumaki sigh contentedly. Gosh, you love him so much.

Now isn’t the time but...hopefully, one day you could tell him how you feel. Even if he rejects you, you hope you could still be friends even after that awkward encounter –

You freeze as the next song comes on. I.F.L.Y by Bazzi comes on, and just as you cover your mouth to silence your gasps, you hear the faintest snickers coming from Inumaki before he goes back to “snoring.”

“Toge! Were you awake the whole time?!”

[taro-im]

when he throws his wedding ring on the floor

ANGST to fluff

warnings: language

oikawa x reader

“Seriously Tooru! You can’t just come home 2 in the fucking morning without any texts or calls to tell me your okay!” You said in the brink of tears yelling at your husband who just came home from a party drunk

“y/n what the fuck I just came home and your already bitching at me?” “W-what? Tooru I thought you were in a car accident you don’t want me to worry?! Even worse I thought you were dead!” You said yelling “enough y/n! Your so god damn annoying sometimes I need space from you and your whole family!” He said voice louder that you almost backed down “excuse me?” “Yeah that’s right y/n, your whole family and you are so god damn annoying, your father expects me to be working a normal office job, your mother always coming over uninvited without a phone call and most of all YOU always so damn annoying texting me during practice, calling me way too many times!-“ “Tooru-“ “NO YOU BETTER NOT CUT ME OFF Y/N” he said catching a breath glaring at you while your just in shock at what’s coming out of his mouth… “you know what I regret most y/n?” He said walking closer to you while you were taking a few steps back “come on tell me y/n what do you think I hate and despise the most” he said bitterly laughing “I-I don’t know Tooru!” You said crying “I regret moving back to Japan and marrying you” he said throwing his wedding ring on the kitchen floor… “yeah that’s it I finally said it!” He said massaging his temples while your just witnessing at what he just did… he threw the ring he made vows with you, he threw the ring him and you went through store to store to find the “perfect” one, he threw the ring that was a symbol of your two year marriage… “where are you going y/n too scared to hear the truth?” He said while you were walking away eyes wide open tears trickling down your face trying to control your breathing so you weren’t a sobbing mess, you went into the guest bedroom sitting on the floor painfully looking at your left ring finger seeing the diamond shining beautifully “I didn’t ask you to come back to Japan” You said in a broken sob muffling your cries so he couldn’t hear, you weren’t able to sleep that night replaying his words over and over again, your head playing with you thinking that your the one at fault but you were right… even when Oikawa started settling what he said in his thick skull he knew what he did was more than wrong…

now the next morning you woke up with the most puffiest eyes you’ve had, you didn’t have the energy of dressing up or taking a shower and going to work but you had to, and you remember Oikawa and you go to your jobs at the same time in the morning, “hey yumi im going to be 30 minutes late sorry” you said clearing your voice so you didn’t sound like you were crying “of course y/n don’t worry I’ll cover for you girly” she said then you hanged up the phone, “babe- your going to be late” he said waking up next to nothing, maybe you already left for work till he heard some noise from a distance “y/n… you there?” He said going towards the second bedroom only for him to hear the noice stop “y/n your going to be late if you stay here longer…” “y/n?” He said sitting by the doorway trying to hear what’s happening “I’m going to go to practice but remember to go to work… love you” he said heart slightly throbbing, regretting what he did last night… if he was being honest he did regret coming back to Japan but the part about marrying you? He would never regret it he loves everything about you and what he said last night he wish he could of shutted his mouth up and he most of all hated the fact he threw his wedding ring on the floor… he went into the kitchen and saw the ring at its exact same spot picking it up made him feel more guilty… you avoided your husband like a plague, eating takeout and leaving his order you chose for him on the kitchen table, waking up early to take a shower and head off to work, locking yourself in the guest bedroom during days he was home, till the second week of avoiding him you were cleaning the house and he sneaked up from behind you “hey love…” he said hugging you from behind “hm?” “What do you mean hm? Don’t you miss me” he said trying to lighten up the mood only for you to get out of his grasp “y/n wait!” He said grabbing your hand only to see your not wearing your wedding ring “why aren’t you wearing your ring baby?” He said heart slightly in pain “I was cleaning the house I didn’t want it to- scratch” you said coming up with a lie so you could get out of the room “y/n you can’t scratch a ring by cleaning” “can you let go of me now Tooru? I really need to clean the living room” “it’s already clean” “well can you please get out I feel uncomfortable” you said hand shaking “y/n… I didn’t mean to I love you so much” he said eyes watery “I know you didn’t mean it Tooru, just leave me alone for now?” “but y/n…” “what?” “I didn’t mean what I said last week, I love you so much, your the best thing to ever happen to me- I love your family and I don’t regret moving back” he said pulling you in a hug from behind “Tooru… you can’t lie to yourself, I can’t keep you here you need to go back to Argentina” you said holding in tears”what do you mean y/n?” “I mean it’s time for you to go, I can’t be the one ruining your dreams, you’ve been planning this since hjghschool I can’t keep you here” your voice cracked slightly tears trickling down both of your faces “I’m already happy here”he said guilty “I know your lying Tooru… let’s have a little break from each other we both know we can’t be holding each other down from our separate d-dreams” you said holding in your sob while he was crying into your back “y-you can’t say that , do you know how much I love you?” He said sniffling turning you his way so you could look the brunette in his teary eyes “I know Tooru but we can’t be doing this to each other” you said crying in his chest “y/n… I’m really sorry you know that? I love you” he said kissing your forehead “I love you too you idiot” you said hitting his chest crying harder…

“I’ll see you later Tooru” you said holding in your tears and sad voice seeing off your husband at the airport… “bye love, I’ll call you when I’m in the airplane” he said walking towards you giving you a long hug “yeah… bye Tooru have a safe trip” you said hugging him tighter “you know you should write me letters since we’re going to be over a thousand miles apart” you said trying to lighten the mood kissing his forehead “yeah I’ll do that y/n…” “well good bye” you said getting out of his embrace now waving him goodbye…

4 years later:

“He should be here soon” Iwaizumi said eyebrows furrowed looking at his phone for the time “yeah he should be here already” you said anxious looking at your makeup to see if it looked smudge only to feel calloused hands covering your eyes “guess who” the familiar voice but now deeper said almost laughing “who’s this? I don’t know who you are” you said jokingly “you don’t remember your husband?” He said turning you his way cupping your face “Tooru!” You said jumping into his arms giving him a kiss on the cheek “I miss you y/n” he said in a big smile can’t helping but grinning like an idiot “I miss you too” you said touching his face looking at the man you haven’t seen in person for a long time “Iwa did you miss me?” He said hugging you by the waist coming forward “no of course not idiot now come on we’re going to be late” he said laughing “I know you missed me! Do you think you can hold my luggage? Ya know that flight was so long” he said teasing “shut up shittykawa” he said hitting his back “again with the names iwa?!”

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Fuck Traveling// Pete Davidson x reader

Request from @annalayton19

Hi! I’m a new follower and I really like your stuff! Could I request a Pete Davidson x reader (angst to fluff) where Pete is on tour or filming away from home and the reader is left behind. After like 6 months of being apart Pete starts to get tired of the long distance and basically like done with it. And then he realizes his mistake and comes home to make it up to her! I’m sorry if that’s super long! Also if this imagine doesn’t interest you, then no sweat! Thank you so much in advance 💕

A/n: This took so much less time then I thought it would. Anyway, here you go, I really hope you like it!

Warning: angst, swearing, like one cigarettes

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Six months. Six months was an extremely long time to be away from someone you loved.

Y/n sat on the couch, a small pout on her lips. She looked at Pete—her boyfriend of a year—and frowned. “I wish I could go with you.” Pete frowns too, and sits down next to her.

“I know. I wish you were coming with me too. But hey, it’s only a couple of months, all right? I’ll be back before you know it.” He kissed her cheek.

“I just wish my contract would let me. You have no idea how annoying it is to not be able to do things because of freaking Marvel.” She groans, falling on her back with a slight ‘plop’.

“Well, because of freaking Marvel, you are one of the best actresses out there. And I know you’re going to kill it with filming. My tour isn’t even that cool. It’ll broke you to death.” He jokes, leaning back on the arm of the couch.

“Babe, you’re a comedian.”

“Oh right, I forgot.” He grabs her arm, and pulls her up into his chest. “I love you, okay?” He lifts her chin up, and kisses her. “So fucking much. We’ll face time everyday, I’ll call you every evening and wish you goodnight.”

“Okay.” She looked over a the clock, and sighed. “We have to go. Your flight is leaving soon.” He brushes hair behind her ear, bringing her eyes back to him.

“I love you. It’ll be over before you know it.”

“I love you, too.”

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The car ride to the airport was long, and quiet. Pete was driving, he had one hand on the steering wheel, and one hand on Y/n’s leg, rubbing small circles into the center of her thigh.

She knew she was going to miss him so much, but she also knew she was going to be extremely busy with filming, so it wouldn’t be as bad.

Once they were at the gate, they tearfully hugged, and she kissed him. “All right, now get out of here. We’re not doing that rom-com turn back at the last second goodbye.” She laughed at him, tears steaming down her face a bit. He wiped one with his thumb, and kissed her again. “Love you. Now go, so I get to watch you walk away.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” She turns around, and starts walking back to her car. She knew he hated leaving her too, but he was a lot better at hiding emotions then she was, that was one of the only things she learned while dating him.

She got in her car, and put her head on her steering wheel.

She groans, and leans back. Starting her car, she pulled out of the airport, and drove home.

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The first few months were the worst. Y/n hated going to bed alone, the left side of the bed always cold.

She was filming almost every day, and seeing her co-workers and friends always cheered her up, after all she had been working with the same people for quite some time now, so she felt comfortable around them.

The fourth month was slowly becoming easier. She got use to coming home to no one there, and making dinner for herself. She still talked to Pete every day, texting him good morning, and Goodnight, and FaceTiming him a lot during the day.

Though she knew he loved her, she felt as though he was slightly pulling away. The FaceTime calls were short, and he never texted her back right away like he use to.

“And so, we we’re almost done with the shoot, so close I could practically taste the coffee in my trailer waiting for me, and then Kevin calls cut, and he makes us do the whole scene over again! I swear, I was about to strange that man. Ugh, I can’t wait til you come home. Only two more weeks, I can’t believe we made it.” Y/n rants, talking to Pete on the phone.

“Uh huh. Cool.” He wasn’t looking at her, instead his attention was somewhere else. Y/n frowns, tilting her head a bit.

“Pete…are, are you okay?” That seemed to catch his attention, and he finally looked at the screen.

“What? I’m fine.”

“Okay…you just seem so…different lately. I don’t know, maybe it’s just me, but you seem like you don’t have time for me anymore. Or if you do, you don’t like talking to me.” Pete scoffs.

“Of course I don’t have time for you right now. I’m in between shows, I’m driving to one as we speak. I mean, god forbid I get a minute to myself without my agents or you calling me.” Pete snapped.

“Wha-I’m just talking to you. If you didn’t want to, you could have said something.”

“That’s bullshit you would have thrown a fucking hissy fit or something.” He rolls his eyes.

“That’s not true. I understand when people are tired, believe me I would know.”

“Would you?”

“Yes!” She had tears stinging her eyes. “Of course I do, you’re forgetting what I do for a living. I work from 6 am to whenever we finish which most of the time is in the middle of the night. I have to re-do the same scene about ten times because RDJ won’t stop making jokes in the middle of the scene!”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot about your super-star actress life.”

“Why are you being so mean to me? I was only concerned about you.”

“Mean? What are you, five? I can’t-I can’t do this anymore.” She huffs, crossing her arms.

“What do you talking about? Are you breaking up with me?”

“Wh-”

“Because then fine. If you don’t want to be with me, I don’t have to take this shit. I’ll be with someone who, oh, I don’t know is actually here.”

“Oh that’s fucking rich, you know I can’t be there, don’t even do that.” She scoffs.

“I don’t care. You want to act like a petty bitch, I have no problem doing it right back.”

“No, I think you’re just a petty bitch.” She wipes her eye, and he laughs dryly. “Oh of course you’re crying.”

“Shut up. If you don’t want to be with me, fine. Go enjoy your show, Pete.” She hung up the phone, and turned off the ringer. She plugged it into her charger, and went into the bathroom, turning the shower on.

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Pete rubbed his eyes, and took a drag of his cigarette. He knew he shouldn’t have snapped at her, it wasn’t her fault he was cranky, and needed to take it out on someone.

“I’m a dick.” He mumbles to himself, and bangs his steering wheel.

His phone rang again, and for a good second his heart leaping out of his chest, thinking it was his girlfriend, calling him back. He checked the phone, seeing it was Colson. He answered the call.

“What’s up, man?” Pete asks.

“The shows starting soon. You almost here?” Colson questioned. Pete looked at his google maps, seeing he was supposed to be there in ten minutes.

“I’m a good ten minutes away. I’ll be there.”

“You sound weird. What the fuck did you take without me?” Colson asks, trying to lighten the mood.

“Uh…Y/n and I just broke up. I think.” The line was silent for a few seconds.

“Why the fuck would you do that, you idiot? Are you kidding me?” Colson scoffs. “Man, what the fuck?”

“Shut up, man. I can’t stand talking on the phone with her. I’m busy, she’s busy, she plays a superhero for fuck’s sake. I didn’t even expect it to last this long to be honest.”

“Man, you fucking dumbass. That girl was probably the only good thing you had going for you. Get her the fuck back.I thought you loved her.”

“I did-I do. I do love her. I’m just so stressed right now, and excuse me for not wanting to hear about fucking Kevin Feige being a shitty director.”

“Hey, fuck-shit, you ever think that maybe this is more hard on her? Acting is fucking hard, you should know that, especially for a company like Marvel.

“Man, who’s side are you on?” Pete turns into the parking lot, and grabs his phone.

“You think I’m on your side here? You’re forgetting that we were friends before I met you. I can not believe you just fucked up the best thing in your life. Fix it, man. You’re going home in a week, fucking fix it.” And with that, Colson hung up, and put his phone away.

He kicked a rock across the pavement, and cursed under his breathe.

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The worst thing about breaking up with someone you live with, who so happens to be long-distance is that their stuff fills the apartment with an existential amount of regret.

Y/n laid on her couch, flipping through the channels of the TV. She had called off work for the next few days, not feeling up to put on a performance for anyone. She knew she would get shit for it later, but she didn’t care.

Her head perked up when there was a knock on the door. She sighed, and got up, going over to the door. She really didn’t feel like company at the moment, and was sure she was going to send away whoever it was.

When she opened the door, her breathe caught in her throat. Pete stood in the doorway, looming over her. He looked like shit. She could tell he hadn’t slept, and probably didn’t eat anything, but she knew he didn’t look much better.

“Why-why didn’t you use your key?” Y/n asks, opening the door a bit for him.

“I uh, didn’t want to barge in on you. You also probably weren’t expecting me.”

“I wasn’t. I thought you didn’t get back until next week.” She says. It took every ounce of her not to jump into his arms, and kiss his face until she was sure she kissed every part of it.

“I took off early. Can we talk? Please. I was a dick. I was such a dick. I’m sorry, I know we grew apart in the last few months, and I promised we wouldn’t but we did, and I’m so sorry for that, baby.” He grabs her hand, and she slightly pulls it back, but let’s him grab it. “Please, forgive me. I love you, so much, okay? So fucking much, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me.”

She felt tears welling up in her eyes, and she looked away from him. “What you said really hurt.”

“I know. And I’ll spend every day trying to make it up to you.” She quickly wrapped her arms around him, pushing her face into his chest. He didn’t hesitate to hug her back, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Fuck traveling.”

“Fuck traveling.”

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Day 125.2: Accidental Bonding (Part 2)

(You can read part 1 here but basically all you need to know is that Harry and Draco got accidentally bonded on a case and they are coping with the after effects.)

By the end of the first week Harry very much needed a break from Draco Malfoy.

Robbards assigned them to one another as partners for the remainder of the time they were bonded and that meant that they spent what amounted to every moment of every day together. They worked together, went home together, and slept in the same bed together. And they fought every waking moment about nearly everything.

It hadn't helped that all of the other Aurors were constantly taking the piss and Harry was ready to snap.

On Friday afternoon, while Malfoy was in the loo and Harry had a rare moment of privacy, he sent off a patronus to Ron and Hermione asking them to meet him for dinner at the Leaky. Ron's terrier returned not long after, affirming that they'd be glad to meet him.

For the rest of the day, he kept that at the forefront of his mind, the proverbial carrot dangling in front of him as he fought to make it to the end of the work week.

After they arrived home, Harry changed his clothes and came into the living room where Malfoy was sitting on the sofa, then pressed his hand to Malfoy's shoulder until the bond wasn't humming in the back of his mind. "I'm going out," he informed him as he removed his hand

"I don't want to go out," he replied immediately.

He nodded, "Good because I wasn't inviting you with me anyway."

"But the bond-"

"She said that we'd be okay for two hours. I'm just going to go have dinner with Ron and Hermione and then I'll come back."

Malfoy didn't reply, which Harry might have imagined would be an improvement over the bickering but was actually really fucking annoying.

He took a deep breath and then let it out. It wasn't worth it. "Whatever," he grumbled to himself as he stepped back and apparated to the apparation point near the Leaky.

(Read more below the cut)

Ron and Hermione were already at the table near the fire when he arrived and Harry felt something unwind inside of him at the sight of his friends, it felt like coming home when you'd been away for too long.

"Hi," he said as he approached the table.

Hermione stood up and wrapped him in a tight hug.

"Thanks," he murmured, hugging her back.

She nodded, "You looked like you could use it."

A humorless chuckle left his throat, "You could say that," he replied.

"Come on," she said, tugging him over to the table.

"I can only stay for a few hours," Harry said, sitting down across from Ron, "The bond-"

"Then let's just have a few hours that feel normal and have nothing to do with Malfoy," Ron said and Harry nodded gratefully.

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Only an hour into their dinner, Harry started to feel the tug of the bond, a low thrumming through his gut that made him feel restless. He tried to ignore it and was doing fairly well by the sheer force of his stubbornness when a woman came up to them.

"You're Harry Potter, right?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at him.

"Yeah," he replied, "that's me."

"It's so nice to meet you," she said, reaching over and laying a hand on his forearm, scarlet fingernails trailing lightly over his skin.

Harry immediately felt queasy, every fiber of his being screaming that this was wrong. "Nice to meet you, too," he said as politely as he could manage, pulling his arm out of her reach.

"Could I-"

"Sorry," Ron interrupted, "But he's a bit busy. We're having dinner, in case you didn't notice."

She glanced at Ron, then looked back at Harry, "Maybe when you're done," she said, "You could join me for a drink at the bar."

"Maybe another time," Harry said, giving her his best smile which he feared turned out more like a grimace as his stomach rolled.

Fortunately she seemed to take the hint, "Well, it was nice to meet you," she said before turning.

"You too," Harry called. "I've got to go," he said as soon as she was out of earshot.

"What?" Hermione asked, "Why?"

"I don't know, something happened with the bond," he muttered. "I feel awful."

"Go on then," Ron said, nodding at him. "We'll see you later.

"Stop by the house tomorrow, if you'd like," Hermione offered.

"Alright," he nodded. "Sorry," he added as he stood up and fled the bar, apparating straight into Malfoy's house.

"Malfoy," he shouted, the moment his feet touched the floor.

The other man groaned from where he was laying on the sofa in the living room, "What the actual fuck did you do?" he managed. "I was fine and then all of the sudden it felt like I was hit by a train."

Harry made his way over to the sofa and since Malfoy didn't seem like he was going to move he did the only thing his brain could come up with. He crawled on top of him, pressing their bodies together and moaning with relief. "Someone hit on me," he said.

"Poor you," Malfoy grumbled, even as one of his arms wrapped around Harry and pulled him in tighter.

"No, I mean that's what caused the spike. She flirted with me and touched my arm and the bond went crazy."

Malfoy hummed, "Interesting," he said. "People have touched both of us and it hasn't caused this."

"Maybe the bond recognizes intent?" Harry questioned.

"Maybe it recognizes your intent," Malfoy mused. "Was she attractive?"

Harry shrugged, "Maybe? I didn't really notice."

"Pfft," Malfoy huffed, his breath warm and vaguely pleasant against Harry's ear. "You don't have to lie. I won't be offended."

"I'm serious," Harry protested.

"Look, can we just be honest with each other?" he asked. "It's fine if you thought she was attractive-"

"I'm gay!" Harry blurted, "I'm not lying, she might have been attractive but I genuinely didn't notice."

"You're gay?" he asked.

"Yes," Harry replied, starting to pull away because the bond was still tugging but not unbearable, "Go ahead and start making fun of me, let's just end this horrible wee-"

"I'm not going to make fun of you," Malfoy said.

He looked down at the other man, too surprised to come up with words for a moment. "You're not?"

"Well, it would be pretty hypocritical if I did," he replied.

"You're-?" Harry started.

Malfoy shrugged one shoulder and his fingers trailed mindlessly along Harry's spine, "I'm bi," he said.

"Oh." Harry replied and he settled back against Malfoy, "I didn't know."

"You never asked."

"Well neither did you," he protested.

Malfoy looked at him for a long moment, "I didn't know that I was allowed to."

"Why would I be allowed to ask if you weren't?"

He rolled his eyes, "Because you're Harry Potter and you've always thought that the rules didn't apply to you."

"Come off it," he said. "I live by the same rules everyone else does. If anything, I'm held to a higher standard."

"You're held to a higher standard? Potter, you have no idea what it means to be held to a high standard. I'm an ex-death eater, my every move is scrutinized," Malfoy said. "When I started at the DMLE I was told that if I put 'one toe out of line I'd be put in Azkaban faster than I could say Auror.'"

"Someone said that to you?" Harry asked incredulously.

He huffed a bitter laugh, "Multiple people said that to me. So tell me again about being held to a higher standard, Potter."

"It's different," Harry admitted, "But when I do something wrong I get the lecture about how I'm an example for everyone else. The things that I do are a template for what other people will find acceptable. That sort of...stuff," he finished lamely, trailing off uncomfortably.

"I hadn't thought about that," Malfoy confessed.

"I’m just a person," he said. "And I like to think that I learned to respect boundaries and don't ask overly personal questions-"

"Sorry," Malfoy said, stopping the words coming out of Harry's mouth. "You're right. You aren't sixteen anymore."

His initial instinct was to fight about who'd been worse at sixteen and the words were on the tip of his tongue but he swallowed them back, "You're not sixteen anymore either."

The corner of Malfoy's mouth tipped up and they just looked at each other for a long moment before the other man said, "Alright, that's quite enough soul searching. Get off me, Potter. I want to finish my book before bed."

Harry chuckled and climbed off the couch, "I'm going to shower."

"Yes, thank you for the update," Malfoy drawled. "I'll be sure to alert the press."

"Prat," Harry grumbled but it didn't hold the venom that it normally did. He couldn't help but wonder if his improved mood was because of the time he'd spent with his friends or because of the conversation he'd just had with Malfoy.

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This is going to be a couple more parts- this keeps sucking me in. I'll try to get at least one more part posted today.

Day 125: Accidental Bonding | Part 3