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a-singleboat · 4 years

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LA Girl

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Request: Since requests are open, can I ask for one where Shayne Topp has secretly been dating an Alt girl (piercings, coloured hair, tattoos ect) for months and she has anxiety and is nervous about meeting the squad as she feels like they’re gonna judge her for being so different to him so Shayne introduces her to Damien first alone and Damien automatically likes her and they click really well so she tells him she’s ready to go public and meet the rest of the squad and they all accept her?❤️ - Anon

A/N: I hope you guys like this! It took me a while to conceptualize it at first but then the rest came pretty naturally :D

Warning(s): Mentions of oral sex (male receiving), swearing, mentions of sex, self deprecating thoughts

You never really liked living in Los Angeles. Most days it was too bright and there were too many people, too many tourists. Yeah, you hated living here. That is, of course, until you met Shayne.

At first, it appeared that you and Shayne were as different as night and day. Literally. He was the perfect LA Boy, with his blonde hair and his trim physique, always looking like the sun while you… you liked your dark colors and vibrant hairstyles, not to mention your multitudes of piercings and tattoos. In the mornings that you did spend together, Shayne liked to trace them with the tips of his fingers before the day started.

These past few months with Shayne have been euphoric, for lack of better words. It seemed you were forever stuck in your honeymoon phase together but even you knew that it couldn’t last forever. The first fight you’d have, the first disagreement, stemmed from your own insecurities.

As you’d mentioned before, Shayne looked like the perfect LA Boy, as did the rest of his friends. He didn’t stand out while walking the length of Hollywood Boulevard and he certainly didn’t catch any of the police officer’s eyes when he went to the bank.

Which is why you weren’t so sure you wanted to meet them, his friends that is. You were sure that they would judge you for your alternative fashion choices, just like everyone else did.

“They’re not like that,” Shayne tried to convince you for the umpteenth time that day. You had just finished washing the dishes, using your day off to catch up on chores you’d neglected during the week. Shayne was supposed to be completing his coursework for his degree but instead he’d decided to pester you with this topic once more.

“My friends are super supportive and they just want to meet you,” he tried again. “And if they say anything then they’re not really my friends. They’ll love you, I promise.”

You picked up the laundry basket full of clean clothes from beside your front door, dumping the basket out on the couch. You cleared off a small section on the coffee table so that you could fold your laundry.

“I’m just worried,” you confessed, folding a cropped shirt in half twice before dropping it into the laundry basket. “You say that they’re supportive and that they just want to meet me but you also just said, ‘if they say anything.’ Shayne, if I really didn’t have a reason to worry, you wouldn’t have thrown that in there.”

“Okay, that was my bad,” he admitted, “but I’m serious. You have nothing to worry about, they’ll all love you.”

You gave him a weary look, folding a pair of black cargo pants over your arm. A few weeks ago, you’d met Shayne’s parents and while they were two of the most loving and welcoming people you had met, you could still see the discomfort and unease hidden behind their eyes. They expected someone different, with less tattoos and piercings most likely. They probably weren’t expecting their blonde baby boy to be with a neon-pink-haired twenty-something with daddy issues galore.

“Okay, how about this,” Shayne took the pants from your hands, folding them and setting them onto the coffee table. “I’ll invite Damien over to mine for dinner tonight as a tester. If everything goes well with him, then maybe you’ll consider meeting everyone else?”

You took up your cargo pants once more, settling them in the laundry basket with the rest of your folded clothing. You had less than half the original pile left, the rest of the clothing being mainly bras and socks that still needed to be sorted.

“Okay,” you gave in. What was the worst that could happen?

As it turns out, completely forgetting that Damien was due to arrive any moment at Shayne’s apartment was the worst thing that could happen. His best friend’s first impression of you would forever be this: you on your knees with Shayne’s dick halfway down your throat while you gave him a before-dinner blowjob.

Embarrassment burned through your entire being as Damien realized what was happening before he closed the front door and called out, “I’m so sorry, I should have knocked!”

You looked up at Shayne who couldn’t decide between being mortified and being smug. It took everything within your power not to punch him in the dick, considering it was literally right there in front of you.

“Go… take care of yourself,” you awkwardly chuckled, patting his thigh lightly. “I’ll let your friend in and hopefully not die from embarrassment on the way.”

Shayne scrambled up off the couch and into his bathroom while you opened the container of mints you kept under the coffee table for these types of instances. Not that you and Shayne expected people to walk in during any of that normally. You washed your hands at the sink while you chewed the mint, giving yourself a moment to breathe before even thinking about opening the door.

Once you’d calmed down enough, you opened the door for Damien, unable to meet his eye as you let him in.

“Uh, sorry you had to see any of that…” You closed the door behind him, double checking the lock to make sure it was still working. “We don’t usually do it out here, um--”

“You don’t need to explain yourself,” Damien tried to save the night. “It’s not like I haven’t seen Shayne’s dick before--I mean--Not in the way you’d think--”

The two of you dissolved into laughter, still thinking of a way to dig your way out of the hole you’d awkwardly made. When Shayne was telling you about Damien, he did mention that he was possibly the most awkward of his friends which made him the perfect ‘test monkey’ for the night.

“I should’ve knocked,” Damien settled, an apologetic look on his face. “Shayne gave me a key a while back and I usually just let myself in but that’s really no excuse. I’m sorry.”

Shayne had also mentioned Damien was the most polite out of them all. Not that the others weren’t polite, because they were. He had meant it in the way that Damien would apologize for existing if he could (which he has done before).

“It’s okay, really. Though, we might have to tweak the story of how we met for future conversations.” You made your way into Shayne’s little kitchenette. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“Water is fine,” Damien said, moving to sit in one of the chairs at the high table. You grimaced at the couch, making a mental note to grab some disinfectant once Shayne came out of the bathroom. “And yeah, we’ll just leave that part out for future retellings.”

You pulled a glass from one of the cabinets, filling it with water from the Brita. You added a few ice cubes as well, smiling as they clinked against the sides of the glass.

“So, how did you and Shayne meet?” Damien asked, thanking you for the glass. You took up the other seat, crossing your right leg over your left.

“At the tattoo shop I work at, actually,” you played with the end of your belt, twisting the fabric over your hand until it covered your knuckles. For this meeting, you’d decided to tone down your wardrobe--less chains and more softer fabrics. Your pleated skirt had been exchanged for the black cargo pants you’d folded earlier. That paired with a simple side release buckle belt and a structured white top for contrast, this was probably the most “tame” you’ve dressed in a while.

“He came in with another friend of his, Paul, and sat with him while I worked on a piece for his sleeve. After that, I gave him my number in case he ever wanted to get a tattoo himself and the rest is history.”

“I can’t believe Paul technically met you before I did,” Damien said in disbelief. You heard the toilet flush and the sink turn on which meant your boyfriend would be joining the two of you soon.

The awkwardness between you and Damien had faded slightly but you could still feel the tension in the air. Shayne opened the bathroom door and you looked over your shoulder to watch as your no longer disheveled boyfriend entered the room. He’d changed his pants, which was fair, and he was holding the disinfectant in hand as if he’d read your mind.

You hopped off the seat and took it from him, spraying down the entire couch while he greeted his friend.

“Really sorry you had to see that,” Shayne said, laughing as they clapped their hands together. “We would have disinfected the couch either way, just so you know.”

Damien laughed as you finished cleaning off the couch, setting the disinfectant on the coffee table. You couldn’t be bothered with putting it away in the bathroom right now.

“Well, this is Y/n, my girlfriend,” Shayne pulled on your arm until you settled into his side. You gave a small wave. “And she made Italian for dinner so unless you now want nothing to do with me, we can start eating now.”

“Sounds great.”

Once you actually got over the initial awkwardness, your night actually turned out enjoyable. Damien was extremely funny and nice, just like Shayne had said. He’d even asked about your job and your own tattoos, expressing his own thoughts about getting one or two done himself.

“If you get it done at my shop, I can get you a discount,” you offered, taking a sip of your water. “Friends and family get twenty-percent off, though that doesn’t include the tip.”

“Really?” Damien asked. He looked shocked that you’d even offer to tattoo him, let alone provide him with a discount.

“Yeah,” you grinned. “Just let me know when and we can set up an appointment.”

“That’d be amazing.”

The three of you were sitting on the couch now, you and Shayne sitting on the side closest to the window while Damien was on the other end. His body was angled toward the two of you as “The Office” played quietly in the background.

“Does this mean I’ll be seeing you around more?” Damien asked. “Shayne always comes alone to out-of-work get-togethers and Courtney’s been pestering him to bring you around for some time now.”

“She has?” you looked up at Shayne, asking if that was true.

He nodded. “Why do you think I’ve been so insistent on getting you to meet my friends? They all want to meet you.”

“It doesn’t help that you’re all he talks about,” Damien chuckled. “I swear, every other word from his mouth is something about you. Whether it’s wondering what you’re doing to wondering how you’re doing, it’s always about you.”

You reached up and patted Shayne’s cheek lightly. “Aw, babe. You think about me? How embarrassing.”

He swatted your hand away, chuckling as you giggled at the shared joke between you.

You talked for a little longer, sharing stories between the three of you before Damien caught sight of the time.

“I should get going,” he said, standing up. You got up as well, giving him a hug before letting him and Shayne say their goodbyes. Once Damien had left the apartment completely, you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding in, you shoulder relaxing. While Shayne was an extrovert, you found yourself physically and mentally drained from hanging out with just one person.

The entire experience was new for you. Since you’d started dressing how you wanted to dress and expressing yourself accordingly, there have been people less than willing to be nice to you or show you any sort of kindness. It was mostly linked to the fact that people thought that if you wore black, put on lots of make-up, had piercings, and had tattoos you were a bad person and an even worse role model. Not only was that hurtful, it made you very self conscious about meeting new people.

“That wasn’t so bad,” Shayne said, pulling you in for a hug. You sunk into his arms, wrapping your own arms around his torso.

“It wasn’t terrible,” you replied, your words muffled by the fabric of his shirt. You turned your head sideways so that you could hear his steady heartbeat, allowing it to lull you into what felt like security. “Though, the beginning could have been better.”

“We’re never speaking of the beginning again.”

“Agreed.”

Shayne started to sway with you in his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before letting go. “So how do you feel about going to brunch with the rest of my friends on Saturday?”

After meeting Damien, your anxiety had subsided. No longer did you think you would be judged for the type of clothes you chose to wear but this time the anxiety of meeting so many people at once surfaced. When you didn’t respond, he looked down at you worried.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I just…” If you said what you were thinking out loud, you knew you were going to sound ridiculous. “It’s nothing.”

“No, really,” he frowned, “tell me what’s wrong. Bottling it all up inside won’t work this time.”

You sighed. “I--Shayne, you’re perfect, you know that?”

“I wouldn’t say perfect but…” You dug your fingers into his side, causing him to laugh. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“It’s just that you’re the perfect LA Boy and I look nothing like the perfect LA Girl that you so clearly deserve. I mean, Damien was nice but that’s literally just how he is. What if your other friends think I’m, like, a terrible influence on you with my millions of piercings and tattoos and attention-seeking hair and--”

He cut you off with his lips, arms pulling you in impossibly closer and effectively stopping you in your tracks.

When he pulled away, you fixed him with a playful glare. “Shayne Robert Topp, you did not just pull a movie cliche on me while I was airing out all my concerns to you. Apologize right now.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, pressing another kiss to the top of your head. “But, Y/n, you don’t need to be the ‘perfect LA Girl,’ you’re perfect the way you are. That doesn’t mean I’d like you any less if you decided that you did want to become whatever you think is the ‘perfect LA Girl’ because I’d like you no matter what. I just like you.”

“Even if I went bald?”

“Even if you went bald.”

You’ve said it once and you’ll say it again: you fucking loved this man.

“I love you,” you said, pouting your bottom lip. You felt the tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you looked up at him in adoration.

“I love you, too.”

By the time Saturday rolled around, you were ready to meet the rest of Shayne’s friends. Most of your anxieties had been successfully quelled, though they still lingered. You had gotten your hair done again the day before, meaning you were now sporting a bright neon green. You matched your makeup to your vibrant new dye and picked out a heat-appropriate outfit.

“Are you ready to go?” Shayne called from your front room, interrupting your self-admiration session. You gave yourself one last look in the full-length mirror in your room before slipping on the pair of DnD dice filled platform shoes that added at least three inches to your height.

“Ready.” You stopped to pose in the doorway, the bottom of your shirt riding up as you leaned against the wooded frame. “Baby, how do I look?”

Shayne looked up from his phone, his jaw dropping the second he laid eyes on you. A blush settled nicely onto your cheeks, as you grew shy under his gaze. He dropped his phone on the couch and crossed the room in three long strides. He pulled you in by the waist, pressing a kiss to your lips. You melted into his touch, a giddy feeling spreading through your being as your arms looped around his neck, bringing him closer.

“You look amazing,” he breathed, pulling away. You giggled as you realized that a bit of your black lipstick had transferred off onto his lip. You reached up and wiped his top lip with your thumb.

“Thank you,” you giggled, rubbing your fingers together until the black rubbed off. “What time did your friends say?”

“We’ve got some time…” his fingers crept up your side, dipping under your shirt and tracing the band of your bra with his thumb.

You smacked his hand. “Naughty boy.”

You didn’t end up leaving the apartment for another thirty minutes, though you couldn’t complain about it. Still, you ended up making it on time. From where you’d parked on the street, you could see Shayne’s friends spread across two connected tables, laughing on the patio.

Damien was the first to spot the two of you, standing from his seat and calling out, inviting you into the sectioned off area. You took up residence in the seat closest to him, leaving Shayne to take the seat on your other side.

“You guys, this is my girlfriend, Y/n,” Shayne introduced you to everyone at the table. There were nine other people sitting at the table. You recognized maybe six of them from the videos you’d watched, while the other three were most likely spouses (considering how close they were sitting next to who you assumed were their significant others).

“Hi, Y/n!” the blonde sitting next to Damien greeted. You recognized her immediately as the inspiration for Shayne’s alter ego, Courtney Freaking Miller.

You smiled politely as everyone went around introducing themselves to you, from Olivia and Sam to Sarah and Claudio, you didn’t feel out of place for one second. The hand that had been tightly intertwined with Shayne’s relaxed as you grew even more comfortable around his friends.

“So Damien told us that you worked at a tattoo parlor,” Ian inquired, propping an arm up on the table and resting his chin in the palm of his hand. On his left sat Anthony, who also looked interested in your answer. “And Shayne did, too, I guess. Did Damien tell you that your boyfriend literally never stops talking about you?”

You giggled. “He did tell me that and I find it adorable that he can’t go a second without missing me.”

“I wish Peter was like that,” the purple haired woman, Mari, complained playfully, nudging her husband’s side. Peter just laughed it off, casually putting his arm around her shoulders.

“You do not,” he refuted. “You get flustered when I even mention you to my friends.”

She huffed, though there were no traces of anger to be found on her face. “It’s the sentiment that counts.”

Courtney put her menu down, reaching over to grab her glass of water. “I’ve always wanted to get a tattoo. Y/n, yours are so pretty.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks at the compliment. “Thank you! I actually did most of them myself.”

Courtney’s eyes widened at that. She reached over Damien, who had leaned far back enough in his seat to allow her to do that. She motioned at your sleeve, specifically at the roses that decorated the back of your forearm. They were cliche and most likely overused but you just thought they were pretty.

“Those? You did those yourself?”

“Yeah!” you said enthusiastically. You offered your arm out, allowing her to take a closer look. “My friend, Alyssa, designed it for me and as soon as I was trusted to wield an actual tattoo gun, it was the first piece I worked on.”

“That’s insanely cool,” she gushed, tracing a finger over one of the larger roses. “And you’re insanely talented.”

“Thank you!”

For some reason, Courtney was originally your biggest concern. Most of the insecurity had sprouted from the constant online presence of the ship Shourtney, which Shayne assured you was nothing but a meme. And you trusted your boyfriend, and though you didn’t know Courtney, you trusted her too. But sitting here, at the same brunch spot as her, sharing the same meal as she was, all your fears washed away.

It was incredibly difficult not to like her. Not only was she extremely nice, but insanely pretty as well. Though you had to accredit most of your confidence to Shayne, who only had eyes for you despite everything else. You’d thought that you would find yourself vying for his attention in front of everyone but not once did he leave you to flounder. He was always there, ready to step into any conversation you were having.

When you’d all finished your meals and began to wrap up the late morning, you couldn’t help but show your gratitude for your amazing boyfriend by pressing a huge kiss to his cheek, whispering that you loved him while everyone had grown content in their own little conversations with each other.

Content, he grinned and his arm around your shoulders tightened just that much more as he used his free hand to tilt your face up towards him. He pressed a kiss to your lips, keeping it short and sweet, before pulling away and whispering, “I love you, too.”

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captainsolare · 4 years

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atonement - ProHero!Bakugo

Summary: Bakugo had a plan, the only thing it involved was reaching the top. To him, that meant no distractions, at all. The day you came to him to tell him you were pregnant, he cut ties with you. Three years later, he runs into your daughter, his daughter and he learns the reality of what became of you after you parted ways and the gravity of just what he lost sets in. Can he atone for the mistakes he has made? Does he deserve to?

Warnings: pregnancy mention, mental breakdown mention, angst, fluff, ProHero! Bakugo

Word Count: 2,118

A/N: This was a request I received that ended up being way longer than anticipated so I decided to make it it’s own post. @ the anon who sent this idea in, I hope I was able to create what you were envisioning.

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This was not what he planned. Bakugo had a plan for his life, and his one goal in life, in that plan was to become the top hero; nothing else really mattered. He hadn’t wanted to get involved with anyone past maybe taking them to dinner, but here he was, almost a year in and you were showing up at his door with a positive pregnancy test. You were going to have a child, his child.

You showed up in tears at Katsuki’s door, positive test in hand, and instead of getting support from your boyfriend, you were getting in a fight. “This wasn’t the plan.” He said, getting angrier by the second. “I don’t care about your stupid plan okay, Katsuki! You’re not meant to be alone forever, this could be a blessing, our blessing.” You pleaded, gripping his arm. “I don’t have time for a kid okay? I’m going to be Number 1, I don’t have time for any distractions.” Bakugo spat, trying to pull out of your grip. You pulled your hand away as if you had been burned. “Is- is that all I am to you? A distraction?” You could feel the burning of tears in your throat, but you pushed it down; You would not cry in front of this man, you resolved. “Yes. I never should have gotten involved with you.” You stayed silent, too frozen by the weight of his words to move. “I’m breaking up with you, Y/N. I can’t do this.” You remained silent, not saying a word as you grabbed the few belongings that were in his apartment and you left, disappearing from his life. You blocked him on social media, blocked his number, changed your number, changed your address; You left him only with his memories. He had no way to contact you, even if he wanted to.

A few years passed, Bakugo rose through the ProHero ranks, eventually landing at his current spot in the top 5. The first year he didn’t think about you much, he pushed the memories down, though he did move apartments because every once in a while his old one would smell like your perfume and he couldn’t stand it, he didn’t want to think about it. His friends asked about you, but he just told them you’d lost touch with each other. The second year was harder, he watched his friends getting married and settling down, and he’d have nightmares about what he had lost, what he had let walk out that door. Many girls tried to seduce him, tried to win his heart, but he just wasn’t interested, they weren’t you.

He tried to find you once, but was unable to even when pulling a few things as a pro hero. Maybe you’d moved out of the country, maybe you’d changed your name; either way he was sure he’d never see you again. And maybe that’s what he deserved; maybe what they said was true, you only got one chance at a soulmate.

The third year, the current year, he tried to convince his friends and his sidekicks that he was happy as a bachelor, that his success as a hero was enough for him. But on the inside, there was a void, and he knew it was he himself that had caused it. He was patrolling the city one day, passing a park, when a child, who couldn't be more than 3 bumped into his leg with an ‘oof.’ He knelt down to help the girl up, struck by her dusty blonde hair, almost the same color as his. The girl gasped when she looked up at him, “It’s (Hero Name)!!” He gave her a smile, the best one he could manage, “It sure is! Do you want me to give you an autograph?” He asked. The girl nodded and he pulled out a notebook and pen from his pocket, “What’s your name little girl?” He asked. “It’s Mizuki!” The girl said, giving him a toothy grin. Bakugo almost dropped his pen, her name was so similar to his mother’s name.

“Hey Mizuki! Let’s not bother this pro hero any longer! He needs to go protect the city!” A woman’s voice called. Bakugo looked up sharply, sure he would find you were the owner of that voice, but instead he came face to face with your sister. He had only met her once, at a family gathering you had dragged him to, but he remembered her nonetheless. “Okay Auntie!” Mizuki said, running off to go play on the playground once more. “I know you’re probably expecting me to yell at you Bakugo, but I won’t.” She said. Bakugo didn’t reply, he didn’t have the words to express a reply. “Instead, I’ll just tell you that I hope you know how upset I am with you. I can’t even express it. You see that little girl over there?” She pointed at Mizuki. “That’s your daughter. And right now she’s living with me because Y/N is in a mental ward thanks to you.” She poked his chest hard with her finger; Bakugo’s eyes widened, a mental hospital? You? The smart capable woman he knew? Your sister tried not to cry, but a single tear slipped from her eyes.

“She fell apart you know? After you told her you were done with her, after you told her she was just a distraction to you. You failed her. AND her.” She pointed to Mizuki again, then snatched the notebook and pen from his hand. She scribbled something down and shoved it back into his chest. “I honestly don’t know why I’m giving you that but maybe, maybe if you see her she’ll get better.” She choked the words out, “I’m giving you a chance to go see her if you wish, but I can’t promise that she’ll want to see you, or that she’ll give you a second chance. Now leave.”

Bakugo spent the rest of his patrol trying to process what he had learned; every step felt heavy and his heart ached with the weight of what he had done, just how badly he had hurt you. He remembered the first time he had laid eyes on you, it had felt like the world had stopped, and how the first time he kissed you, how the world had started turning for the first time. Looking back on the past two years without you, his life had been dark, but now he knew that your life had been even darker, and it was all his fault. He pulled the notebook from his pocket, and looked at the address; he could practically feel his heart pulling him there. Before he could stop himself he was running, he ran and ran until he found himself across the street from where you were. He stopped short, Do I even deserve to want to see you? Would trying to come back into your life now hurt you more?

The thought of even adding a little more hurt to your life was too much for him to bear and so he left, trudging home with thoughts swirling in his head. He had missed his daughter’s first word, her first smile, her first steps; how many more firsts had he missed? How many had you missed on account of him? He broke down at his kitchen table, the reality of just what exactly he had let walk out the door of that apartment so many years ago. His phone sat on the table and he grabbed it, punching a few numbers and pressing dial. If anyone could give him advice, and tell him not what he wanted to hear, but what he needed to hear, it was Kirishima. He picked up after the first two rings, “Hello?” Kirishima was met with a scramble of words mixed with sobs and regret, years of it all spewing out at once.

“If you want to be in this child’s life and the mother’s life again, you better get your act together. She may not forgive you for what you did, I certainly think you are a dumbass for not choosing her in the first place but you need to show her that you regret what you did.” Kirishima said simply, and Bakugo felt his chest unclench for what was probably the first time in hours. “Thank you, I needed to hear that.”

The next day, Bakugo went to the flower shop and bought your favorite flowers, daffodils. He remembered you loved them because they symbolized new beginnings, “Every day’s a new beginning.” You’d always say, with a smile on your face. He supposed this was sort of ironic, since he was the one who ended things but here he was, bringing you flowers that mean new beginnings. He gathered up the courage to walk up to the front desk. “Excuse me, I’m here to see L/N Y/N? She’s in room #305?” The receptionist smiled at him, “Of course, I’ll call her nurse and see if she’s taking visitors at the moment, Can I get your name?” “Bakugo Katsuki.” The receptionist was on the phone with the nurse for a bit, but hung up with a frown. “I’m sorry sir, she’s asleep at the moment.” His heart fell, “Oh. Well could you at least make sure she gets these?” He held out the flowers. “Yes of course sir. I’m sure she’ll love them.”

The next day he returned, and was informed you were awake and taking visitors. He faltered before opening the door, but he pushed the doubt to the side and opened it anyway. Seeing you took his breath away, you were just as beautiful as he remembered. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just took in your features and tried to commit them to memory, just in case this would be the last time he’d ever see you again. Before he realized what was happening, tears were falling from his eyes. You stared at him, expression unreadable. “Hello Katsuki.” You said quietly, “It’s been a long time.” You gestured for him to sit in the chair at your bedside, he tentatively did so. “I didn’t want to admit this, but I --- I have missed you every day since I left you.” Bakugo began, his tears falling faster, “I know I don’t have the right to say that. I’m the one who walked away from you, from everything we could have been. I shouldn’t even be here right now, knowing that all of this is my fault, and it kills me. I did this to you, I failed you. And I have no right to need you, I have no right to tell you that I have regretted what I did, almost every single day. I know I shouldn’t tell you this, and I shouldn’t feel this way and I shouldn’t be here in your space telling you this but dammit Y/N I’m still in love with you.”

Bakugo stiffened when you brought your hand up near his face, but to his surprise, you didn’t slap him even though he deserved it. Instead, you shifted closer to him and started, tickling him? It was just like you to exploit his weakness when he was vulnerable, but as hard as he tried he couldn’t keep himself from laughing. You pulled back and flashed him that smile, the one that made him fall in love with you in the first place. “It’s nice to hear you laugh again. I missed that.” You said. Suddenly, you scooted away from him and patted the open space next to you; Bakugo blinked in confusion, “I’m… not sure what you’re asking.” “I’m asking you to sit next to me dummy. You always were pretty dense Katsuki, but this is a new low.” Bakugo reluctantly kicked off his shoes and sat on the bed next to you, he stiffened when you pulled him close to you but soon relaxed into your touch. “I’m sorry I left.” He whispered, eyes closed. “I’m just happy you’re back.” You replied, stroking his hair like you used to do. Bakugo brought his hand up to intertwine it with yours. “When do you get out of here? I hate to think of you here alone any longer.” “A few more months I think, they want to monitor some things.” “Well, you won’t be alone anymore, you’re stuck with me from now on, forever.” “Well,” You laughed, and it was music to his ears, “I guess it’s a good thing I’m never planning on letting you go.

The two of you fell asleep like that, hands intertwined and hazy sunlight shining through the window, illuminating the daffodils sitting on your bedside table.

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Prompt #5 Request

This is for you anons! And for @dangerouspersonllamabagel and for @beealexageek

Once upon a time I said I would never write this but here it is!

Read below or Read on AO3 (hopefully I can post on Fanfic soon. Still dealing with those flags!)

Tags: One Night Stands, Pregnant AU, Roommates, Pining, More Pining on Zuko’s half, but Mutual Pining, Rated M, there is a dabble of smut, and a handful of cursing, mentions of the series ‘The Untamed’ and ‘The Office’, Anyone see the Friends inspiration?, I rewrote this more times than I’d like to admit.

Katara woke up with a huge headache. She rolled over and rubbed her face into the warm pillow. There was a groan above her, and she shot up in bed. She looked over to see someone sleeping next to her. She let out a scream before grasping her head in pain. Her eyes closed and she put her head down to her bent knees. There was another groan and the someone sat up next to her. Katara rubbed at her eyes. “Shit.”

“I agree.”

Katara turned to the familiar voice, “Oh fuck.”

Zuko blinked multiple times and then turned to her. “Oh fuck.”

Katara looked down to Zuko’s shirt and sighed, “Oh, thank God.” Katara moved out of the bed pulling the strap of her bra up onto her shoulder. “For a second there I thought we, you know-.” She ended her sentence with a soft laugh and then held her head as she stood up. “Whew,” Katara began pulling on her things from the night before. “I’m going to head downstairs. I’ve got to get something for this headache.”

Zuko patted at his bare thighs and found his boxers thrown over the hotel’s desk chair in the corner. He did his best to be calm as he searches through his non-existent memories to see if anything had happened last night. But he’s fairly sure if anything did happen with Katara, even if someone brainwashed him, that he would remember in an instant.

+++

Three weeks later, Katara groaned as she felt her stomach lurch again. Stupid Sokka and his dumb chicken parm. Katara leaned over the toilet bowl yet again. She dry heaved and cried a little when nothing came up.

“Woah, are you sick?” Sokka pushed open the door. His face screwed up as Katara dry heaved over the bowl again.

“Yes,” Katara whined. “Your stupid chicken parm made me sick.” She leaned back and rested her head on the cool tub.

“That can’t be it.” Sokka poked Katara in the forehead. “Both Suki and I are feeling fine. What are you pregnant?”

“Ha!” Katara burst out a laugh and pushed Sokka away. But then it hit her with another wave of nausea. Have I had a period this month? Katara wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She mentally started counting backwards. And when she got to day 40, she started over again.

“Kat?” Sokka poked Katara again with a much more serious face. He handed her a glass of water. “I was kidding. I know you’re not seeing anyone.”

“Haha,” Katara gave a weak laugh. “Right.” She took a sip of water before laying her head back on the bathtub again.

Maybe she was just late.

+++

Two weeks later and many trips to the bathroom all but confirmed that she wasn’t just late. Katara bit her lip as she shopped through at-home pregnancy tests. She had done her research and was pretty sure which one to get. But standing in the aisle by herself was causing a queasy feeling. (That was not a morning sickness feeling. She knew the difference now.) Katara grabbed the one that had the highest ratings and another one just in case.

When she got home, she held the bag close to her and looked around the apartment. Most everyone was at work. Katara had called in with a stomach bug. She wasn’t too sure how long she could keep using that excuse. Joo Dee was becoming more and more suspicious.

She was almost too nervous to pee. Her hand kept shaking and her stomach was in so many knots. Katara was positive she knew the answer to this test. She was never late and never sick. She was as healthy and regular as any girl could be. Even so much Suki made fun of her.

Katara sat the test on the counter and sat down on the floor. She sighed as she looked around the small bathroom. She reached over for an old magazine in the bin beside the toilet. It was definitely dated but it would keep her mind busy for a few minutes.

Or so she thought. She got through one article about boob reductions before she grew bored and put the magazine in the trash can. Katara stood and leaned over the test but there was still no answer. She took down one towel and began refolding it. Then the next and the next. She put them back in color order making a very small rainbow on the shelf.

Katara froze as she heard the front door open and close.

“Kat?”

She took a deep breath in at the sound of Suki’s voice. Her hands on her stomach and she exited the bathroom with a fake smile. “Hey Suki!”

Suki gave her a strange look, “Did you stay home again?”

“No,” Katara said a little too quickly as she waved her hand as if to be nonchalant. “I, uh, took an early lunch and decided to come home and eat.”

“Oh,” Suki nodded and grabbed her lunch from the fridge and sat down at the table. “That’s good. I was a little worried when I saw your car that you decided to stay home again.”

“Nope,” Katara went to the fridge and realized it was pretty much empty, except for the case of beer, wine coolers and about three boxes of some sort of take out. Katara bit back a wave of nausea and quickly closed the refrigerator door. “You know what I think maybe I’ll just take a nap.”

Suki squinted at her, “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Katara smiled over to her friend and hoped it look convincing.

“Okay, well I’m going to finish this and go. I hope you have a nice nap.” Suki followed her with still squinting eyes to her bedroom.

“Okay, have a great rest of your day!” Katara said cheerfully as she opened and closed her bedroom door.

Katara blew out a breath as she laid on her bed. She closed her eyes for just a moment. Not realizing how tired she was.

It was only twelve minutes later that Suki burst into Katara’s room. “Your PREGNANT!”

“Huh?” Katara rolled over and faced Suki. She rubbed her eyes as Suki held out a white stick.

“What-? Who?!” Suki pushed the stick further at Katara.

Katara blinked a few times before looking at the stick clearly. Two lines stared back at her. She sat up slowly and looked at the two little pink lines for a few more seconds. “I’m pregnant.”

“Yeah!” Suki nodded and handed her the stick. “Aren’t you happy?”

Katara sat there stunned after taking the stick from Suki. Of course. But… “Yeah.”

Suki sat on the bed, “So that’s why you’ve been so sick. You’re never sick.”

Katara only nodded. I’m pregnant. She placed a hand on her stomach. I’m going to be a mother. Katara’s other hand slapped to her forehead. Oh, fuck! I am going to be a MOM.

“Kat?” Suki nudged her best friend. “Kat!” She pulled the hand away from her head. “Katara! Babe! Woohoo!”

Katara blinked back at her friend. “I’m going to be a mother.” Suki’s smile was bright as she nodded. “I have no idea how to be a mom!”

“What?” Suki sat back but still held on to Katara’s hand. “It’s okay. They say it just comes to you. Plus, you’ve been mothering the Gaang since we were like 12. You’ll be great!”

Katara’s thumb brushed over the non-existent baby bump. “I’m pregnant.” She whispered again and looked down at hers and Suki’s hands. “What am I going to do?”

“What do you mean what are you going to do?” Suki squeezed Katara’s hand. “You’ve always said that you wanted kids.”

“I’ve also said I want to lick whip cream off of half the cast of ‘The Untamed’!” Katara countered.

“Yeah, but that’s like not something obtainable.” Suki shook her head with a small laugh.

“And being pregnant with no idea who the father is or how I’m even freaking pregnant,” Katara pulled from Suki and stood up. “I always thought I’d be married with a steady job first. Hell, being in a relationship would be a step above this!”

“Wait,” Suki stood up too. “You don’t know who the father is?”

Katara bit her lip and shook her head. She had run through everyone she had been with in the past three months. Even though she really only needed to know who she’s slept with in the last month. But even then, Katara couldn’t think of a soul.

Tears started gathering in her eyes again. If she didn’t even know who the father was, how was she supposed to raise the child? Katara wiped at her eyes. She was just going to have to think harder.

“Kat, calm down.” Suki put her hands on her cheeks. “Hey, look at me.” She gave a smile that calmed her slightly. “We don’t need to know who the father is. You’ve got me and Sokka and Zuko and Toph and Aang and Uncle Iroh.” Katara gave a hiccup and a smile at all the names Suki started rattling off. “That’s plenty of people to look after Peanut.”

“We are not calling my baby Peanut.” Katara said with a serious face.

Suki held up her hands and backed away, “Okay, deal.” They stood there for a few minutes before Suki wrapped Katara up in a hug. “I’m so happy for you! You’re going to be a great mom!”

Katara hugged her best friend back. She was quiet for a few minutes before whispering, “I’m going to be a mom.”

“Yeah,” Suki patted her back. “So, how long have you known? Or thought you knew?”

“It’s been about a month now.” Katara pulled back and sat back down on the bed. “You remember when I first started getting sick two weeks ago?”

“Yeah,” Suki nodded.

“I’m pretty sure I knew then. But what I can’t figure out is like a week or two before that. Where was I? What did I do?” Katara rubbed at her head. “I remember Mai’s and Ty Lee’s wedding was about that long ago. But I didn’t hook up with anyone at their wedding. Or at their bachelorette party. Or any other events like that.” She looked over to Suki. “The last guy I slept with was Haru and that was what six months ago now?”

“Oh, I did always like him.” Suki nodded and then shook her head when Katara gave her a look. “So, there is no one else? You didn’t go partying without me, did you?”

“No,” Katara looked around her room. “See, this is what I mean… How am I supposed to be a mom if I can’t remember someone I’ve slept with in the past-?”

There was a flash of heated skin and dark hair in her mind’s eye.

Katara’s ankles were hooked around a strong body. Her fingernails scrapping over one pectoral while the others dug into a right shoulder blade. Her teeth sunk into pale skin and sucked. A strong buck of hips caused her to release her teeth and her head fall back in a loud moan. “Oh, my! Do that again! More!”

And more she got. Katara was hot and she ran her hands up the body to his long black strands that stuck to his sweating face. She pushed back the bangs in his golden eyes.

“Oh, FU-UH-CK!”

“Zuko.” Katara whispered as a blush rose up her neck.

“Huh?” Suki blinked at her with confusion.

“We slept together.” Katara whispered. Then groaned as more very detailed memories came back to her from their drunken escapades after Mai’s and Ty Lee’s wedding. “We, fuck.” Katara closed her eyes but was only met with Zuko’s golden eyes practically glowing with desire. “We woke up the night after the wedding in bed together. We still had on clothing, so I thought... “Katara’s eyes popped back open to see Suki gaping down at her.

“Zuko?”

“Yeah.” Katara sat up and ran a hand through her hair.

“Our roommate, Zuko? Your brother’s best friend? That Zuko?” Suki asked leaning forward with each question. Katara nodded. “The Zuko that gave you your first kiss? Zuko, the one that froze our bras when we were 15? Zuko?”

“Yes!” Katara nodded and then covered her face. “Yes, yes, yes, yes. That Zuko. The one and only Zuko we know! It’s not like he is a Lee. We know a million of Lees.”

“Kat,” Suki put a hand on her shoulder. “You’re sure?”

“I can’t think of another male that I have been in a horizontal position within the past two months.” Katara let out the biggest sigh she had ever in her life. She put her hands back on her stomach. “What if he doesn’t want it?”

“Zuko?” Suki asked with skeptic look.

“How many times are you going to say his name like a question?��

Suki huffed and crossed her arms, “I’m pretty sure Zuko will-,”

“Let’s not tell him.” Katara interrupted.

“be ecstatic.” Suki’s arms dropped, “What do you mean ‘Not tell him’?”

“I’m not going to tell him and since you are the only other person-,”

“You should definitely tell him.”

“That knows. You will not tell him either.” Katara pointed at Suki. “Got it?”

“Like ever?” Suki tilted her head and looked down at Katara’s abdomen, “You know that when the kid comes, he’ll probably know.”

“What? How?”

“Genetics.” Suki stated plainly.

“Right,” Katara stood back up again and paced to the other side of her room. “Then we won’t tell him or anyone until absolutely necessary. No one can know. Okay? Deal?”

“Katara…”

“Deal?” Katara walked back to her with her pinky finger out.

Suki sighed and held out her pinky. She yanked it back right before Katara curled it around hers. “But just so it’s on the record. I think you should tell him.” Katara rolled her eyes and hooked her pinky around Suki’s.

+++

Five months later, Katara rubbed her stomach as she munched on another small bag of pretzels. She watched as Sokka and Suki pulled out outfit after outfit from the rack. Katara had only shaken her head to pretty much every single garment. She wondered how long it would take them to realize she was doing it on purpose.

Zuko walked up to her shaking his head as he passed her a white grape juice water, “You know you’re just going to reap what you are sowing when they have a kid?”

Katara gave a soft laugh as she wiped off her fingers on her top. “I don’t know what you mean, ZuZu.”

Zuko just chuckled and passed her the opened water bottle. “Have you decided which bedding set?” Zuko picked up a package with little yellow ducks. “I heard you have to buy a whole bunch of them and put them down like all on at once. So, when Baby Peanut has an explosion in the middle of the night, you just have to take off one layer and not redo the whole bed.”

“I’m still upset that caught on,” Katara mumbled into her water bottle.

Zuko gave a smile, “Ducks or Turtles?” He held up two packages of bedding.

Katara looked them both over, “Both?”

Zuko nodded and placed them both in the buggy. “Both is good.” He pushed the cart down the next aisle. But Katara hadn’t moved.

She pressed her hand again to where she thought she felt something. Alarm bells went off in her head and she looked around. “Zuko?” Was something wrong with the baby?

Zuko was back to her in a blink hearing the shake in her voice, “What’s wrong?” Zuko looked down to where Katara was pressing a hand to her stomach. “Is something wrong with the baby?”

“I-I don’t know.” Katara smoothed her hand over the spot again. And felt the little push again. “Oh my God!” Katara pulled her hand away with a gasp. “Oh, my God!” She put her hand back over where she felt the kick or punch or whatever the baby was doing. “She kicked! She!”

Katara grabbed Zuko’s hand and placed it on her stomach. The baby gave two swift kicks to Zuko’s hand. “Woah!” Zuko pulled his hand back and then broke out into a smile. He put his hand back. His fingers were overlapping Katara’s as he felt the baby move. “She’s moving.”

“I know.” Katara laughed and looked up to Zuko. His golden eyes were so wide with surprise but also looked happy.

Katara hoped Baby Peanut would come out just like her dad. Happy.

+++

It wasn’t until they were cleaning up the baby shower two months later that Zuko asked.

“So, did the father come today?”

Katara paused while shoving a forkful of cake in her mouth. She bit down only if to have her mouthful, so she didn’t have to reply immediately. Zuko took down another row of lights as he waited. He glanced over at her often. Katara licked the fork clean, still trying to decide if she should lie or not. “Uh, yeah. Why?”

“Oh,” Katara watched his shoulders drop a little. But then come back up as he reached for another set of lights. He turned his back to her, “No reason. Just wanted to know if the father would be around a lot and if we are going to get along with him okay. Is he going to be around a lot?”

Katara swallowed and took another bite of cake as Zuko looked over his shoulder at her. Katara held up her finger as she slowly chewed. She looked down at her plate that only had maybe two other bites.

“Bye, Katara! I’m really happy for you.” Joo Dee came over and gave her a short hug. “I can’t wait to see the little one. Bring her in as soon as you can. I know the whole office will be so excited.”

Katara nodded and finished her bite. “I will. Thank you for coming.”

Joo Dee patted her head before leaving. Zuko cleared his throat, as if to remind Katara that he was still here and still waiting for an answer.

“I’m,” Katara licked her lips. “I’m not sure.” She whispered.

“Oh,” Zuko said again and began rolling up the lights.

Katara hissed and placed a hand over where the baby was pushing hard against her side. She winced and moved to be a little more comfortable. Zuko was to her in a few seconds, worry clear on his face. “I’m okay.” Katara pushed Zuko’s hands away that had reached for her side. “I’m fine. She’s just squishing my everything.”

Zuko sat back on his heels. Katara tried to ignore the small flash of hurt in his eyes. He schooled his face and then rose, picking up the string of lights he had dropped. Zuko and her were quiet for some time. Katara finished off the cake and watched Zuko climb up and down the small step ladder as he took down lights.

“Are you still free tomorrow and maybe Monday night to help me take back all the double gifts?” Katara asked to break the uncomfortable silence.

“Sure, if you need me.” Zuko shrugged as he rolled up the last string of lights. The streetlights and some small outside lights still lit Azula’s backyard enough that Katara could see Zuko’s facial expressions. It looked a little agitated, but his emotions were blocked off.

That was one thing she was hoping the baby didn’t inherit. Her father’s skill of turning off emotions. Even after all these years, he could wrap up his emotions with practically a flip of a switch.

“I mean, you don’t have to go.” Katara crossed her arms.

“Why don’t you ask the father to go? Huh?” Zuko turned around to her, dropping the string of lights in a box.

“What is up with you and asking about the father all of the sudden?” Katara tried to stand up swiftly but realized it’s a lot harder being eight months pregnant. Zuko moved to help her and once she was on her feet she slapped at his hands. “Stop. I’m fine. Thank you.” Zuko backed up with his hands raised in surrender. “I just know we had already talked about going back to get that changing table I actually wanted.”

“Yeah, we can do that.” Zuko shoved his hands into his pockets. “Just figured maybe during this last month, you might want to spend some more time with the father. Since this whole time, you’ve really only spent it with us.”

Guilt filled Katara’s stomach, she rubbed her hand over the swell right below her boobs. “I think he would be fine with us returning stuff.” She paused her hand over where the baby’s toes were pushing against her ribs. “I think we can do all that boring stuff.”

Zuko sighed and turned to pick up the box of lights. “If the father is around as much now as he is around when this baby is born. The baby will end up calling me dad. And wouldn’t that be awkward.”

You have no idea. Katara patted her belly with a laugh and walked (more like waddled) behind Zuko back into the house.

+++

It was one week before her due date that The Secret spilled.

“Me?!” Zuko yelled as he and Katara stood toe to toe in the nearly finished nursery. Zuko was holding a piece of the new changing table.

“Yes, you.” Katara had her arms crossed over her chest. “Who else?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Zuko crossed his arms over his chest. “It could have been anyone at this point!”

Katara huffed and unfolded the directions. “But it definitely has to be you.”

Suki popped her head in after just arriving home from work. “Hey guys!”

Katara gave a smile and then rolled her eyes.

“I just don’t see how it’s possible, I’m the only guy-.”

“Oh, you told him!” Suki burst further into the room. She hugged Katara from the side and gave a little squeal. “I’m so happy you finally told! I thought for sure I was going to tell! You know back when you finally told everyone about the pregnancy, I was sure you were going to tell him then. But then I remembered you really didn’t want him to find out. So, two weeks ago at the baby shower. I thought ‘Oh, wouldn’t it be cute if she told him- ‘,”

It took Katara’s fogged up pregnancy brain too long to shove a hand over Suki’s mouth. “Yes, I told Zuko that he had to help me finish the baby room. He is the only one I know that could put this together.” Katara hissed through her teeth.

Zuko looked between the two girls. As Suki blinked a few times and pulled back. “So, you still didn’t tell him?” She almost looked sad.

“Yes, I did tell him.” Katara glared at her best friend. “That I needed his help with building the changing table.”

“Right,” Suki gave finger guns with a slightly guilty face. “Wow, awkward. I’m going to go cook dinner. I’m thinking something spicy. What do you think, Kat?” Suki started making her way to the door. “Pad Thai? Enchiladas? Oh, ramen?” Suki closed the door without an answer. A few seconds later. Katara and Zuko heard the front door close too.

“What was she talking about?”

“Nothing,” Katara looked back down at the instructions. “I swear sometimes I think it’s her that has the pregnancy brain.” She gave a short laugh. “Now we should probably sort-, Hey!”

Zuko took the instructions from Katara. “What was she talking about, Katara?”

Katara ran her hands over her belly. “I think my water broke?”

Zuko gave her an unimpressed look, “You’re not going to ‘Office’ your way out of this. What was she talking about? She seemed way too happy that I was putting together a dumb changing table.”

“You know how us girls are, we get excited about anything baby.” Katara gave a small smile and tried to shrug of the conversation.

Zuko only shook his head, “Look, I’m happy to help. But I want to know what she was talking about. You didn’t even know what color the room was going to be until you were what six months along? So, how would you know to tell me to build this changing table back when you first told us you were pregnant?”

Katara just stood there running her hands over her pregnant belly. Baby Peanut moved around slightly and Katara could feel the little hiccups. Katara looked around the room. There wasn’t really an escape. “She wasn’t talking about just the changing table she was also talking abo-.”

Zuko sighed and sat down the pieces of the changing table and the instructions. “Okay.” He looked Katara over and then began to walk out. “I’m going to go find Suki. I think enchiladas would be better than Pad Thai.”

“Zuko, wait.” Katara reached out for him as he reached the door to the baby room.

“Why? So, you can stand there and lie to me some more?” Zuko opened the door to the living room. “Because I don’t want to do that.”

Katara followed him, “Zuko…”

“No, Katara.” Zuko looked around for his keys and wallet. “I feel like all you’ve done this whole time is lie.”

“I haven’t lied about a single thing!” Katara crossed her arms over her chest in defense.

Zuko scoffed, “Right. Then what was Suki really talking about?” Katara’s arms dropped and her mouth opened but closed again. “Exactly. Do you want two chicken or do you want a spinach one this-.”

“You’re the father.”

“What?”

“I said I wanted two chicken enchiladas and a cup of spicy ramen?” Katara bit her lip.

“No, you didn’t.” Zuko shook his head at her. “You said, I’m- ha. I’m the-.”

“Father, yeah.” The smile she was holding back cracked when Zuko’s bloomed on his face. “That’s what Suki- Mmph!”

Zuko’s lips were on hers. The kiss was surprisingly soft and Zuko wrapped his arms around Katara. When Zuko pulled back, Katara’s lips chased after his. She reached up and pulled his face back down to hers. They stood there kissing for a few moments until Peanut decided to start kicking. Zuko stepped back with the largest smile on his face.

“I’m going to be a dad.” Katara nodded with a big smile too. Zuko’s hands ran over Katara’s belly. “I’m going to be a-. We’re going to be parents. Holy Shi-zues and pekingeses.”

“Nice save.” Katara laughed and placed her hand over Zuko’s. Zuko took her hand and kissed it.

“Agni, I wish you would have told me sooner.” Zuko ran his thumb over her knuckles before kissing them again.

“Why?” Katara gave a small laugh.

“I don’t know. Maybe so I could have enjoyed this pregnancy longer. Instead of being jealous of some stupid jerk that hadn’t been there for any of the important parts.” Zuko shrugged. “Wait.” Katara hummed. “How do you know that stupid jerk is me?”

“You remember the night of Mai’s and Ty Lee’s wedding? When we got super drunk and we woke up the next morning in bed together?”

Zuko vaguely remembers having to grab his boxers from across the room after Katara had crawled out of bed. “And so, you’re sure…”

“Yes, I haven’t been in bed with a male since way before that.” Katara gave a small laugh. “Plus, I kind of remember bits of that night. It was pretty hot. It got me through my horny months.”

“Oh?” Zuko wiggled his eyebrows. Katara gave his arm a little smack. Only for Zuko to gather Katara up in his arms again. “I’m going to be a dad.”

Katara wrapped her arms the best she could around Zuko. “Yeah, you oh-,” Katara clutched at Zuko’s shirt. Katara felt a gush of wetness run down her leg. “Uh, I got to go to the bathroom.”

“Oh,” Zuko stepped back and helped walk her to the bathroom.

“It’s okay. I just didn’t realize I had to go.” Katara patted Zuko’s arm and closed the door. Once she was finished, she joined Suki and Zuko on the couch. Suki had come back with boxes and boxes of take out containers. Her stomach gave a twinge and Katara hissed. She waved Suki and Zuko to continue their conversation.

“So, she finally told me.” Zuko said as he opened another container for Katara. “And I kissed her.”

“Ow!” Katara grabbed at her lower stomach. “Okay that hurt. Sorry. You were saying.” Katara moved to get comfortable again, but her back began to ache and her stomach cramped. She hissed and ran her hand over her stomach. “Sorry, go ahead.”

Suki and Zuko gave her a strange look, “You kissed her?” Suki asked after a second. She watched Katara take a bite of her noodles.

Zuko looked Katara over as she winced while eating, “Are you in labor?”

Suki’s eyes got wide and sat down her fork, “Oh my God she is in labor!”

“I’m what?” Katara groaned as a large wave of pain hit her. “No, remember I’ve had these before.” She patted Zuko on the arm. “I’m fine. What were we saying?”

“We were talking about how you told him, and he kissed you. What does that mean? Are you guys like togeth-,” Suki looked between Zuko and Katara.

“Okay. Ow!” Zuko pulled his arm away from where Katara’s nails had begun to dig in. “Why don’t we just take you down to the hospital?”

“Cause, I’m not in la-.” Katara moved again and felt the need to poop again. “I’m not in labor. I just need to go to the bathroom. Help me back up.” Zuko looked over to Suki before helping Katara up. Katara groaned in pain as she stood. “Maybe get some Tylenol too?”

Suki shook her head, “How about an epidural?”

Katara paused and looked over at her. “No, I’m fi-.” Katara whined. “Okay, maybe we should.”

+++

“Here she is,” The doctor laid the fresh pink baby over on Katara’s shoulder. Katara began bawling and Zuko kissed Katara’s forehead. He reached out for the little crying baby. He held onto Katara’s hand as she touched the baby’s foot. “Alright, we’re going to wash her off and check a few things and then we’ll do some skin to skin time. Okay?”

Katara bubbled out an ‘Okay’ and held onto Zuko’s hand harder. A nurse came by and began helping Katara clean up. They turned out some of the lights before handing the baby over to Katara.

“Oh, my Spirits she is so precious.” Katara whispered and ran her hand down her baby’s back. “And beautiful. Oh, my God. I want to keep her.”

Zuko chuckled and kissed Katara’s forehead again. “You do get to keep her, I promise.”

“Don’t make fun of me,” Katara said in between tears.

“I’m not, ‘Tara.” Zuko’s face didn’t fall from the large smile.

“Oh,” Katara whispered and kissed her baby’s head. “That little sigh. Zuko, I love her.”

Zuko rubbed Katara’s arm, “I love her, too.” Zuko sighed and after a moment continued, “I love both of you.”

“I love you too.” Katara leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Her eyelashes were still wet with tears. “Zuko?”

“Hmm?” He raised a hand to brush hairs from her face.

“I still don’t know her name.” Katara opened her eyes with a little pout. “I’ve just been calling her Peanut like the rest of you.”

Zuko did his best not to laugh, “You’ve got time.”

“But her birth record will show Baby Girl.” Katara pouted more. “I don’t want her to just be Baby Girl.”

“Then what do you want to name her?”

“I don’t know.” More tears started to well in Katara’s eyes.

“How about Peanut?” Zuko joked. But realized that this was not a joking matter as Katara’s blue eyes turned an icy glare at him. “Okay, not Peanut.” Zuko looked around for a minute. They hadn’t looked through any baby naming books. Zuko thought Katara already had one picked out. “What about Hope?”

“No, my godchild’s name is Hope.” Katara waved off the idea. “Next?”

“Uh, Patricia?” Zuko thought he remembered hearing that name somewhere…

“You want to name our baby after our birthing coach?” Katara raised an eyebrow at him.

“No,” Zuko shook his head. “Da-Shoot, this is harder than it looks.”

They were both quiet for a moment. Both working through a list of names. Katara sighed as Zuko’s fingers continued to run through her hair. The soft strokes made her want to dose off. But she knew someone would probably be in to collect their baby soon. Then she could sleep. Maybe she should make Zuko stay with her if only to have him continue running his fingers through her hair.

“What about Zara?” Zuko asked and Katara hummed.

She rolled the name around in her mind a few times, “Zara.” Like Zuko and Katara put together. “I like it.” Katara brushed a hand over the baby’s head, “Zara.”

+++

Two years later and Zuko is trying to take the curlers from Zara’s dark brown hair. “Katara! Hurry up or this flower girl won’t make it to the wedding!”

“Really?” Katara stepped from their room with a diaper bag and her hair still in curlers.

“What?” Zuko smiled up to her. “You know Suki will be mad if you show up late.”

“Oh, like her and Sokka did at ours?” Katara raised an eyebrow. “I believe you told me once ‘you reap what you sow.’? I think that they are doing just that.”

Zuko chuckled and stood up with Zara in his arms. He leaned over and kissed his wife on her freshly painted lip. “Love you.”

“Mhmm,” Katara took out Zara’s last curler. “Now, let’s go because you’re right. She really will be mad if we are late.”

#zutara #zutara fanfiction #unplanned pregnancy #mutual pining #thanks for the request #oh and they were roommates

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darling-i-read-it · 4 years

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Missed You

Gilderoy Lockhart x reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Gilderoy being Gilderoy

Author’s Note: I! LOVE! GILDEROY! LOCKHART! And that’s just that, think of it as you will. I just rewatched the movies again with a friend so that’s why I’ve been writing more for Harry Potter and have never written for Gilderoy before. My friend fake requested this but I turned it into an excuse to write for my love so if any of you enjoy this...do request for him

Requested: by anon, Ik you’re into Draco but could you please write some Gilderoy Lockhart fluff 🥺👉👈

Summary: just some fluffy gil with the reader coming to visit him at hogwarts

Genre: flufffffff

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

(not my gif) (i do love him doe)

If Harry, Ron and Hermione had been surprised to find out that their first Defense Against Dark Arts teacher had been quite literally Voldermort, they were even more surprised to find that Gilderoy Lockhart had a lover of any kind.

The boys had simply assumed any girl or guy who even got close to him would have been scared off by his sheer personality. Hermione had never heard of Lockhart having a lover at all and she prided herself in knowing nearly everything about her new teacher. But here you were, visiting Hogwarts school for a while.

“You’re really Lockharts girlfriend?”

“Fiancee,” you corrected, a sweet smile on your face. You were still holding your overnight bag with the plan to return home in the morning. Truth be told you had simply missed having him around. He may have always been a bit much but he was always yours. That was simple enough.

“But you’re so...normal!” Ron exclaimed. You laughed a little bit.

“So I take it you have him as a teacher?” They nodded. They were on their way back to the common room and you were trying to remember the ins and outs of the castle. You had lived there so long ago and while you and your friends (including Gilderoy) had snuck around you couldn’t seem to remember where anything was.

“Yes we have. How come I’ve never heard of you?” Hermione asked. You raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

“It’s a down low thing. PR I believe. Whatever the reason I go along with it,” you explained.

“The Dark Arts class is just around this corner to the left. You can’t miss it,” Harry explained. You nodded and let out a sigh of relief. They could obviously tell you had been lost and you were thankful Harry had told you without you having to ask.

“You’re Harry Potter right? You were there the day he was signing books. He was very excited,” you laughed a little bit. Harry nodded solemnly like he got that question a lot and you assumed he probably did.

“I have enjoyed having a copy of all his books,” he teased. You nodded and gripped your bag tighter.

“I’m sorry about that. I was in the back when you came, you had just missed me saving you. It was nice meeting you two as well-”

“Ron Weasley.”

“Hermione Granger.”

You gave them both a nod.

“I’ll send a letter later. If he does anything unagreeable just send me an Owl hm?” you offered. “Or if you just want some signed stuff,” you said as though you weren’t speaking to Hermione. They all seemed pleased with that. You tilted your head at them and you walked past one another as they went to their room and you walked over to the DADA room.

You remembered it as you stepped inside and looked over the walls of the familiar place.

“You have to give them actual tests Gilderoy,” you heard McGonagal say.

“I’ve a whole plan. No fear Minerva, I have this all under control!” he promised. You smiled just hearing his voice and then eased into his ridiculousness again. McGonagal had taught you both so you could basically see her cringing outwardly at Gilderoy calling her Minerva.

You walked up the stairs of the classroom and knocked on the door, even if it was open. Both of them turned to look at you and McGonagal looked like she was getting flashbacks of catching the two of you making out in the library after hours. Although she did seem to ease knowing if anyone was going to talk some sense into Gilderoy it was always you they turned to. Gilderoys eyes went wide and a grand charming smile flashed onto his face.

“Y/N!” You nodded and was just able to drop your bag before his arms were around you. He pressed you as close to him as he could get. You took a deep breath of his cologne that always seemed to be in your face but this time you relished in it.

You pulled away and placed your hands on his cheeks, looking him over and really taking him in since he had been away since September. You had gone with him on his book tour and that was the last time you had seen him.

“I thought I’d surprise you.” You turned to McGonagal who was standing quite awkwardly.

“It’s nice to have you back within these walls,” she said.

“I half expected you to tell us to break apart,” you laughed. She cracked a small smile and walked up beside the two of you, placing a hand on your left hand, brushing the engagement ring there.

“Suppose I can’t do that any longer,” she hummed, giving the two of you a look.

“It’s quite marvelous isn’t it?” Gilderoy boasted. He had been very proud of the ring. You let him be proud of it. It has grown on you.

“Perhaps you can convince him that giving the children questions about Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite colors on quizzes aren’t appropriate.” You couldn’t help but laugh.

“You did what?”

“They needed to know the very vital infortma-”

“This is Defense Against Dark Arts!”

McGonagal patted your shoulder again.

“Have a nice rest of your life dear. Although I suppose you’ve lived with him this long,” she laughed, walking down the stairs out of his office and the classroom. Gilderoy presented you the room, raising his hand up to give you a good look at what he had done to it.

“It looks wonderful Gil,” you said and you were telling the truth. He had done a nice job adding his own touches to it.

“What are you doing here? Other than surprising me of course,” he asked, laughing. He sat down on his desk and you walked over to where he was sitting. You held his hands and he looked up at you as you looked down at him.

“I missed you. The house is terribly empty without you and all I’ve done for weeks is sign your books for you,” you said, laughing. You had your own job that you enjoyed but you were thankful it wasn’t every day. Gilderoys books were most of the income you and him got and now he was taking on this teaching job for some reason.

“Well I am very easy to miss.” You rolled your eyes and he pulled you by your hands closer to him. You looked down at where he sat and took one of your hands out of his to brush a piece of hair out of his face.

“Don’t flatter yourself, perhaps I just didn’t want to sign any more books and am lying to you.” He chuckled.

“Because you love me, whether you like it or not.” He raised his free hand and brushed your ring. “Proof!”

You shook your head and attempted to move away from him but he just used your interlocked hands to pull you back to him. You smiled and leaned down, giving him a brief kiss.

“I wish you could come home,” you whispered, eyes still shut from the kiss.

“Just a few more months. You can visit whenever you want and then we can go get married. I’m sure I’ll have enough experiences here to write a book as well!”

“One day you’re going to write a book about me and not going to tell me,” you teased.

“Oh well I’m not keen on the idea of letting all the other men of the wizarding world in on our private lives,” he said, giving you suggestive eyes. You rolled your eyes and finally got out of his grip.

“That I understand.” You looked at the paintings he had brought with him and then turned back, eyes trained on where he still sat on his desk, one leg hoisted up to bend on the side of it and the other anchoring him on the ground. “But what is this I hear about the quizes you’re giving?”

“They have to know about the desire I have for my own hair care produ-”

“Gilderoy I love you so very much but I can’t with that, please teach them actual things.”

#gilderoy lockhart x reader #gilderoy lockhart imagines #harry potter imagines #harry potter fanfiction

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marvxlousqueen · 5 years

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Warren Worthington- Bad Flirt

requested by anon: hi !! I love your warren imagine so much, i was wondering if you could write something where warren has to fight the reader but refuses to do it because she's his best friend/girlfriend, and he gets in trouble because of it ? (possibly with a happy ending 🥺) thank you !!

word count: 1.4 k

warnings: warren is a DICK, cussing, someone gets stabbed lmao but like it’s funny, also not proofread and lowkey shit lmaooo

A/N: so i had to change the request a little bit bc i didnt have any ideas for it but its similar ! also reader has an ice power ? i just saw a commercial for frozen 2 so yea that happened, also thanks for requesting !! ily

Warren was never the best with emotions. He believed it came from growing up in a love-less household, but maybe that’s just an excuse. After arriving at the school for mutants, Warren took a liking to a girl in his grade rather quickly.

Unsure of how to deal with this, he turned to his roommate Peter for advice.

“Make fun of her a little,” Peter had told him.

“What? Why would I do that?”

“Shows that you’re confident and have personality. It’s a way of flirting, trust me. Tease her a little.”

Warren wasn’t too sure about Peter’s advice, but figured he would know more than him.

Warren and (Y/n) shared three classes: history, biology, and their training sessions with Raven.

Warren took his time in history to test the waters of flirting, using Peter’s advice from the night before.

He was seated behind (Y/n) in history class, where he made a comment about her brightly colored agenda book.

“Nice agenda.”

She turned around, giving him a smile, “Thanks! Keeps me organized.”

Warren put his head down on his desk, realizing he hadn’t teased her enough.

Do I need to be meaner? What would Peter do?

Warren tried again in their 4th period class- biology. The first week was just spent discussing how mutations originated.

Warren was stuck sitting all the way in the front of the class, with (Y/n) seated diagonally from him.

As the teacher went around asking questions about students mutations, he waited for (Y/n) to answer so he could make a joke.

“Now, what about you, Ms. (Y/n),” the teacher said, standing in front of the board.

“I can make ice and snow. Pretty fun actually.”

Warren sat up straight in his seat. “Snow? What are you going to do? Scare the enemy with a snowman?”

It wasn’t the best joke, but it still managed to make most of the class laugh. He turned back, waiting to see her laughing, but (Y/n) had decided to bury her face in her textbook, waiting for her blush to go away.

She’s blushing! Girls blush when they like a guy! Atta boy!

Over the next few weeks of school, Warren continued to flirt make fun of (Y/n). He always made sure to tease her for not having weekend plans like some of her friends, or about grades and mutations.

It seemed to be working! Warren recalled the time he pushed her back inside the school before she had a chance to step outside into the August heat.

“Watch it, Frosty! You’ll melt.”

She had turned around to face him, her cheeks burning (with what Warren assumed was a crush).

“Thank you, Warren.”

Of course Warren hadn’t caught her sarcasm, leaving him to believe he was making good progress with her.

It had been about a week since that incident of the frosty the snowman joke, and Warren was only becoming bolder.

He wanted to make his final move after some last minute flirting in training.

When Warren entered the gym, he saw a few students stretching, (Y/n) standing with them.

A few minutes passed and Raven entered the gym, explaining how they were going to do mock cage fights, made up of two students having to randomly fight each other while others watch for technique.

“Any volunteers?”

The class was quiet, Warren’s brain busy trying to think of how he would tell (Y/n) about his feelings for her.

“Fine. I brought the hat.”

Raven waved around the baseball cap filled with names of slips of paper.

“Okay, up first is... (Y/n) and Warren. Hustle up!”

(Y/n) jumped up, hands already cold to the touch, ready to wipe the floor with that asshole.

Warren stayed seated, “What? No, I’m not fighting her.”

“No choice. Get up.”

Warren slowly stood up, “What if I hurt her?”

He truly was concerned about harming her accidentally (but he also figured he could throw in some flirting up until the fight).

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not here. And also- I’d like to see you try.”

Warren laughed, thinking she was flirting back. “Fine. Let’s see how much you can hurt me with your snowflakes.”

Warren stepped unto the mat, across from (Y/n), the class watching from the sidelines. Raven gave them a countdown and they began.

Warren moved around the mat, flapping his wings out to full size in hopes of impressing her.

Since he was taking so long, (Y/n) threw the first blow, throwing a large shard of ice right at Warren, stabbing him in the shoulder.

“Fuck! Ow- SHIT!”

He crumbled to his knees, clutching his bleeding shoulder.

“(Y/n)!” Raven ran onto the mat, checking the damage. “Too far! Minor scrapes and bruises only!”

“But I-”

“No! Take him to the nurse, now!”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, staring at Warren, waiting for him to get up and follow her.

“Get up, it’s not that bad. Don’t be a pussy.”

Raven looked at her again, like she was about to smack her. “What is with this attitude? Do I need to run you until it’s gone?”

(Y/n) shook her head, sighing. She grabbed Warren’s other arm, pulling him up and dragging him towards the nurse. She didn’t drop his arm until they left the gym, afraid Raven might actually kill her.

“You- you CUT me!”

“Like you didn’t deserve it-”

Warren slowed his pace, eyes wide. “Deserve to be STABBED? What did I do to you?”

(Y/n) stopped her movements, looking him dead in the eye. “What did you do? You’ve been a dick to me since I met you! You make fun of me all the time and you’re just the worst! You deserved to get stabbed- you’ve been making my life hell for weeks.”

Warren felt as though his heart had stopped beating, “W-what?”

“You heard me.”

She turned around, walking faster towards the nurses room.

Warren wanted to stop her, to apologize for everything, but he felt so small in the moment. He never meant to cause her harm- is that not how you flirt? Peter, you dickwad!

They reached the nurse and (Y/n) stepped aside, letting him go inside alone.

“Are you not going to stay?”

Her eyebrows furrowed, “No. Why would I do that?”

“You are the one who did this to me, so-”

“Fuck you, you wouldn’t stay if you did something like this to me. You’d probably just laugh about it.”

Warren felt his throat tighten, making it difficult to speak without his voice cracking.

“I w-would stay with you. A-always.”

(Y/n)’s face scrunched up, trying to read the emotion on his face. Somehow a mix of remorse and endearment.

“Whatever. I’ll sign you in, but then I’m going.”

He nodded, watching as she started to right his name on the sheet.

The nurse entered from the back room, “Nasty cut that is! We’ll get you taken care of.”

She looked towards (Y/n), handing her a towel. “Keep pressure on that. I’ll be back.”

“But wait-”

The nurse disappeared into the back room again, leaving (Y/n) to press a towel into Warren’s shoulder.

They sat in silence for a minute until Warren found his voice again.

“You didn’t even say sorry.”

“Did you say sorry for being an absolute twat to me this entire year?”

He wasn’t expecting her to snap back to harshly, not like he didn’t deserve it. Looking back on it, maybe he was mean.

Fuck me, he thought.

Another minute of silence passed.

“I am sorry, by the way. I wasn’t trying to be mean.”

She looked towards him, “Then what did you think you were doing?”

“Um-uh, f-flirting?”

“What?”

“Peter said-”

“That is NOT flirting, Warren. That’s just being a dick!”

He hung his head, “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to. I swear, I’m not an asshole.”

“Sure, you’re not.”

He looked up at her, eyes burning. “I’ll leave you alone now, don’t worry. Once my shoulder heals I’m going to have to kill Peter for telling me that would work.”

She laughed a little, “Peter’s a fucking idiot.”

Warren nodded, “So am I.”

“Yep. You are.”

“C-can we start over? Please. I won’t flirt with you anymore, I promise.”

“I wouldn’t mind it if it was actual flirting, not bullying- but fine. We can start over as friends, but I reserve the right to stab you anytime you hurt my feelings.”

“Deal.”

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emperorxeroki · 7 years

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umieli, 5? thanks :3

A/N: I’m sorry for this long delay.The requests have been sitting in my inbox for the longest time because I waseither too lazy/ not motivated or I was too busy with my college life. I hopeyou see this Anon!

Paring:EliUmi

“Wait aminute. Are you jealous?”

“So…explainto me how this happened again?” Umi’s eyebrows twitched while a child-like Eliclutched onto her leg in confusion. Nozomi and Nico gave each other a concernedlook, neither wanting to fess up or lie to their friend of the events leadingto Eli becoming a three-year old.

“Well?”The pair jumped at the dangerous tone and the stern look they received. Despitebeing younger than them, Nozomi and Nico knew how fatal an attack from Umi canbe whether it was with magic or physically. And to make matters worse, they hadturned their only shield from that wrath into a child.

“Take onefor the team Nicocchi.” Nozomi lightly pushed the shorter girl closer to Umiand hid behind her small body.

“What?!Why me?! This all started because of you!” Nico turned around and glared atNozomi. “If you hadn’t pulled Eli in front of the spell, this wouldn’t havehappened!”

“So, youwere targeting me.” Nozomi feigned being hurt. “I can’t believe you would dothat. Even after you said that you love me. Was it all a lie?”

“Nozomi!”Nico knew well were this was going. “You damned titty monster don’t try to getout of this and leave me behind to the demon!”

“D-don’tfight! Fighting means you hate each other.” Eli stood between the two. “Papasaid to always apologize to each other and make up…so…don’t hate each other…”

Tears werethreatening to spill from Eli’s eyes. Nico and Nozomi immediately stopped andbaffled by the new side of Eli they have never seen.

“I-it’snot like I hate her or anything…” Nico muttered under her breath. A light shadeof pink colored her cheeks.

“Don’tworry Elichi, Nicocchi and I were just messing with each other.” Nozomi bentdown to wipe away the small tears. “Don’t cry okay?”

A sighleft Umi’s lips. “I believe I still deserve an explanation.”

“Don’tworry, we’ll find a way to fix your girlfriend Umi-chan. For the time beinglook after her for us.” Nozomi grabbed Nico by the hand and sprinted off. “Let’sgo Nicocchi.”

“Wait! Inever said-” The two were already gone before she could finish her sentence.

The firstyears eyed the small blonde who was on the floor coloring without a worry inthe world. Then they all looked back at Umi who seemed to be puzzled at thereason why they were giving her that look.

“So, whatdid those two do this time? Didn’t they learn from their last mistake afterturning each other into animals?” Maki crossed her arms and sat back in herchair.

“I’m surethey didn’t mean to get Eli-chan caught in between it…” Hanayo meekly tried todefend the two upperclassmen.

“…” Rinkept looking at Eli in silence.

“What’swrong Rin?” Umi wondered what was going through the other’s mind.

“If thisthis how Eli-chan looks like when she’s little, does that mean if Umi-chan andEli-chan have a baby together she would look like this?” Maki and Hanayo weresurprised by how bold the statement came out of the ginger’s mouth. Then again,it was Rin.

“E-excuseme?!” Umi’s cheeks instantly went up in flmaes.

“UMI-CHANAND ELI-CHAN HAVE A CHILD?!” Two individuals immediately barged through thedoors almost breaking it. Umi had wished it was just a strong wind, but sadly,her two childhood friends were more than she could handle right now. “UMI-CHAN,SINCE WHEN DID YOU AND ELI-CHAN DID ‘IT’?!”

“ENOUGH!”Umi wanted to crawl into a hole. She was tired; too tired to deal with thismess she didn’t cause. In the back of her mind she was planning the murder oftwo certain upperclassmen in very vivid details. “We haven’t done anythingshameless like that!”

“Hehe, weknow, we just wanted to tease you Umi-chan.” Honoka smiled playfully. Annoyed,Umi pulled on the other’s cheeks, earning a cry of help from Honoka to Kotorito save her from their childhood friend.

Eli tiltedher head in confusion through all the ruckus. Looking back at her drawing shesmiled to herself and stood up carrying the piece of to the stressed Umi.“Look, I drew this for you.” Touched by the little blonde’s gesture, Umi lookedat the drawing along with the others who were hovering above her shoulders.

“What theheck is it?” Maki bluntly commented at what she thought to be blobs of blue andyellow.

“Maki-chan,that’s mean nya.” Rin nudged the taller girl.

“What? Youtell me what it is then.” The red-head grumbled.

“It’sbunnies.” Eli responded. “The yellow one is me and the blue one is Umi.”

Umi smiledat the child version of her girlfriend. Even when in grown up, Eli hadn’t losther touch of innocence…sort of. But she had to admit, the smile of Eli’s childself was sometimes too bright for her to look at. It kind of reminded Umi ofwhen she first met Rin and Hanayo.

“She woulddefinitely be a cute daughter Umi-chan.” Kotori cooed. However, at this point,Umi was no longer listening to their teasing nonsense.

“I don’twant to be Umi’s daughter! I going to marry Umi!” Eli puffed out her cheekobviously showing she was upset. Everyone found it to be too adorable, yetlaughable at the same time because they couldn’t take her child form seriously.On the brink of tears, Eli latched onto Umi’s waist and refused to let go whilehiding her face from the other. Umi let out a chuckle and gently caressed Eli’shead.

“We bettercall the cops on Umi then.” Nico jokingly said while entering the room with agrin. She immediately regretted it when she received a glare from the saidperson.

“Well?Have you found a way to get her back?” The blue haired girl sternly asked theshorter girl.

“Don’tworry Umi-chan. The spell will only last for a couple more hours. But since shewon’t leave your side, you get to take her back with you to your dorm room.Just make sure to not do anything funny.”

“I won’t!”Anger and embarrassment colored Umi’s cheeks when the two suggested she woulddo such things to Eli when she was in such a state. “And don’t think I’llforget the punishment you two deserve for this!”

Umipinched the bridge of her nose and closed her textbooks. She had completelyforgotten that she had a test for her Potions class tomorrow and decided to dosome last-minute review to freshen up her mind. They had already had dinner andtaken a bath together. The thought of taking one with Eli when she’s back to normaldid make her blush for a good while though.

“Umi…” Atiny yawn escaped from Eli as she hugged the stuff bunny that was, ironically,given to Umi from Eli.

“I’msorry, are you tired Eli? I can turn off the lights and you can go to sleepfirst.”

“I want tosleep with you…” The words came out in a small mumble, almost like a plea whichmade it even harder for Umi to resist. Closing her textbooks, Umi decided tocall it a night and went to get ready for bed. Eli slipped into the covers withthe stuffed animal and smiled at the other. However, once the lights went out,it was like the girl completely changed. Immediately, Eli hid under the covers,terrified as if something was going to eat her alive.

“Eli? Areyou okay?” Umi had completely forgot about Eli’s fear of the dark and rushed tothe bed where the other was. Peeking out of the covers, Eli pulled on Umi’spajamas, gesturing the other to get in bed with her.

“You won’tleave me right Umi?” The older girl, for now at least, was taken aback from thequestion. Umi gave Eli a gentle smile and got in bed, pulling the other closeto her.

“No.Never.” Before she realized it herself, Umi was softly stroking the blonde’shair, carefully lulling the other to sleep. “I promise you Eli.” It wasn’t longbefore sleep took over Umi too.

xXx

The nextmorning, Umi felt a heavy weight laying on her chest. It wasn’t uncomfortable,but it was different from what she had felt last night. Opening her eyes, citrinecolored irises squinted at the ceiling and blinked to focus their surroundings.She slightly lifted her head and found Eli sleeping on top of her back to hernormal age and size, however, she was completely naked.

Eli mumbled in her sleep and nuzzled more intoUmi’s warmth. A blush crept across Umi’s face when she realized this is thefirst time they have woken up together like this. Shameless thoughts enteredher mind as she tried to control her heated face. A stifled giggled escapedfrom Eli making the other realized that the blonde was awake the whole time.

“E-Eli?”

“Umi is sowarm~.” The older pulled Umi closer and took in her scent. “I want to stay likethis forever.”

“Eliplease get off me…” The blue haired girl wanted to burry herself in a hole. Shecould feel Eli’s chest pressing against hers and was having wild thoughts ofwhat could happen.

“Do youhate it?” Eli pouted. “Or do you like younger girls? You were fine with me likethis when I had the body of a child.

“That’snot-” The comfortable weight lifted off her chest leaving an empty feeling as areplacement. Her girlfriend sat at the edge of the bed wrapped up in the bedsheet and crossed her arms. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” It was aridiculous question, there was no way Eli would be jealous over such a trivialthing. It’s not like she was with another girl; she was with Eli the wholetime.

“I’m sureyou found my younger self to be much cuter. In fact-”

“Mygirlfriend is cute regardless of what age and size she is. But I prefer you tobe back to normal because I can’t do…d-do couple things…with you when you’re athree-year-old…” Eli was stunned by Umi’s confession. It wasn’t everyday hergirlfriend would admit to liking the lovey-dovey things couples do.

“Really?”Eli look back at her red-faced girlfriend.

“Don’tmake me repeat myself twice.” Amber irises averted away from Eli’s eyes. “Andplease put some clothes on.”

“I loveyou Umi.” Eli brought her hand to Umi’s chin and gently tilted her chin up. Itwas hard to resist such a cute face.

“Justhurry up already…” Umi’s face was glowing brighter by the second. She couldhear her heart pound against her chest in her ears, but she didn’t want to turnaway.

“Are yousaying you don’t-” Eli’s sentence was cut off by a kiss from the younger girl,only to quickly end when Umi pulled away.

“How muchlonger are you going to stay naked? I don’t want you to catch a cold.” Umi bither lip to stop herself from kissing Eli again.

“One moretime.” Eli pleaded and pushed Umi back onto the bed.

“We’ll belate for class Eli!”

“Do youwant to make a little me instead?”

“THAT’SSHAMELESS!”

#anon #drabble request #pretty sure umi had a nosebleed later #and of course nozonico got their punishment from both umi and eli #xero writes #i'm so rusty at writing #i hope this was good for you anon!#EliUmi #Ayase Eli #Sonoda Umi #Love Live!

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Testing limits | Joe Sugg | Smut Word count: 6715 Request: Hello! I just had an idea popping into my head for an imagine! Y/N is Joe's girlfriend and the whole buttercream gang loves her. Joe introduces her to KSI and he gets a little inappropriate about her during a QNA and joe turns into a really protective boyfriend. A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon who sent me this! I spiced things a little bit (sorry). I had a hard time making this (and that’s why it took me so long) because I hate how JJ talks about Zoe (and Theodora in Caspar’s deleted video), although I really think he isn’t usually like that. Anyway, hope you guys like it! If you want more Buttercream Squad imagines/smuts, click here | Requests are open!

“Hello everyone!” Joe greeted. “So today I’m joined by Y/N.”

“Hello!” You waved to the camera.

Joe made fun of you: “You all know her, whatever.”

“Joe!” You protested laughing.

“Sorry, love, but that’s true.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, fine.”

“The star of today’s video isn’t her. It isn’t even me, actually... Oh, that’s sad, isn’t it? This is my bloody channel and I’m not the main character on my own video...”

“It never was, Joe.” you teased. “All your subscribers are here for the videos your sister are featured.”

“Shut up.” He told and you laughed hard.

“You are going to zoom in your face and cut the shot now, aren’t you?” you provoqued again.

“We have a fan over here, guys!” Joe joked with the viewers.

“Shut up.” Apparently, you and him said that a lot to each other, because you two were always trying to be the most annoying as you could.

“C’mon, guys!” Caspar shouted. “Finish this soon, we are hungry!”

You were all in Joe’s flat. JJ was in town and the Buttercream Squad were in your boyfriend’s living room waiting to go out and enjoy the sweet night London could give. You decided to film before leaving because of course no one would be capable to say one word right by the time you got back and Joe needed it ready to edit in the next day. It should be really quick because Q&As usually didn’t take long to film.

“Let’s go with this video.” He asked. “Anyway, guys! We are here with… KSI!”

The tall man came running and jumped in Joe.

“Hey motherfuckers!” He exclaimed as got up and sat down like a normal person.

“Yeah, here he is!” Joe cheered.

“Oh, that’s a nice bed, isn’t it?” JJ commented, going up and down, making the bed tremble.

You gave a smirk. “Me and Joe have a lot of fun on it.”

“Y/N!” Joe complained and you laughed.

“I thought you guys didn’t told your viewers you were together.” JJ mentioned.

“We didn’t.” Joe grumbled.

“That’s why I love say stuff about us in his videos,” You gasped seeing your boyfriend pissed of. “Joe needs to cut out afterwards.”

You made JJ laugh. “Well, in this case…” He smiled.

“Oh, no.” Joe mumbled.

“Okay, let’s finish this.” You told them.

“Thank you.” Joe said to you and JJ calmed down. “So what are we going to do today is a very original thing of mine called… Q&A!”

“You called me all the way to here to do a Q&A? Are you fucking kidding with me?” JJ asked.

Joe laughed, not believing in what a poker face his friend was. “You literally done this to me once in your channel.”

“We were in LA already! It doesn’t count.”

“You didn’t come to London just to film with me, JJ.” Joe argued.

JJ looked at him, without words. “Hum…”

“Oh, he got you in there!” You exclaimed.

“Damn it!” JJ said and you all laughed.

“Let’s go to the questions then.” Joe said.

What is your favorite color?

“So, I will start with the easy ones, because we have a lady in here today, so KSI won’t say a lot of… Inappropriate things.” Joe explained and your smile grew bigger.

“Oh, thanks, Joe. That’s really sweet of you.” You said.

JJ laughed. “You wish I would say less of that. Sugg, you know nothing.”

You and Joe were together in a few months now, but you already expected to him not wanting anyone to know about you two. He was right, privacy was subestimated, however you wanted to go out with him holding your hand even it was on some youtube event.

KSI arrived in town the day before Joe decided filming with both of you. You thought it was a good idea, after all you got along very well with all of Joe’s friends, including the Buttercream. Actually, especially with the Buttercream.

“Just answer the question, please.” Joe asked already regretting the video.

“I like blue.” You told. “But, like, it depends. Sometimes I like pastel blue, or turquoise or midnight blue… It’s always blue but in different shades of it.”

“You just don’t have the ability of responding ‘blue’, do you? You need to make things more sophisticated than they are.” you rolled your eyes to Joe’s speech.

“Well, my favorite color is grey.” the special guest said before smirking. “And, as Y/N, I like different shades of it… Fifty, to be more exact.” You laughed and so did Joe, but them JJ turned to you. “I could show you the specific ones I like, Y/N.”

You blushed. You usually would turn JJ down with some sassy answer, but you just met him and now you were on camera in your boyfriend’s channel, so you giggled and just said: “Hum… And what’s your favorite color, Joe?”

“Red.” Joe answered. “As JJ’s blood.”

You laughed and so did JJ.

“Next question, please.” You said.

What is your favorite type of chocolate?

Your face lit up, you loved chocolate. “Okay, but, like, just chocolate, right?” Joe looked at you, you could see him holding back some kind of joke. “Because I usually like all types of chocolate, but I love melted chocolate with strawberries.” You gave a smirk to the camera. “Joe likes melted chocolate with strawberries too... Although he prefers it when it’s on me.”

Your boyfriend grumbled. “Y/N!”

You laughed, JJ gave you a high five. “Nice.”

“That’s how you drive Joe insane.” You told. “That and black lingerie.” You winked, making JJ (and yourself) burst into laughs again.

“Guys!” Joe protested.

“Sorry, babe.” You said, kissing him on the cheek. “I’ll behave now…”

“Thank you. Let’s finish this.” He said, but then you completed your sentence:

“Not something I usually do on bed.” Joe was pissed, but gave a smirk anyway. He knew you were right.

“She’s savage, bro.” JJ commented while laughing.

“You should see me working hard, JJ.” You teased again, feeling more comfortable with JJ now.

When silence (finally) fell and you three were calm, JJ decided it was his turn to answer the question (and piss Joe a little more).

“I like all types of chocolate too, but I think Y/N should try more of the dark ones. They taste more… rough.”

You chuckled. “Oh my word, JJ.”

“Fuck off, JJ.” Joe complained, he was laughing but passed an arm around you. “Let’s go with this.” He asked again to the video to continue.

What is the last song you listened on Spotify?

“I actually know this without even looking at my phone.” You giggled. “It’s ‘Are You Sure?’ by Conor Maynard, Kris Kross Amsterdam and Ty Dollar Sign.”

“Conor!” Joe called loud.

“Yeah?” the singer responded from the living room.

“How much are you paying Y/N to say she likes your music?” he joked.

“In your video?” Conor asked.

“Yeah!” Joe told.

“I guess not much! It’s my newest hit, mate, I don’t need the marketing, it will be better than Ed Sheeran’s on charts!” you could hear Conor’s laugh, listening to the rest of the butter boys as well.

“That is not true, is it?” Joe asked you and you laughed, picking your phone and showing it was.

“I’m not a liar, Joseph.” you stated. “Now tell me your song.”

“You see, I actually was telling the other day on my vlogging channel that I hate when people ask me about music, because I listen to a lot of things, so…”

“Ok, whatever.” You interrupted him. “Say yours then, JJ.”

“Y/N! This is my channel, excuse me.” Joe said ironically.

“You will take ages to answer it, I’m taking your channel for a moment.” you explained, ignoring his turn still.

JJ got his phone in his hand, looking at it and screwing things. “Well… Actually…”

“JJ is cheating!” Joe accused. “He’s just looking through all his Spotify to find something.”

“Oh my God, is a dirty song you don’t want the viewers to know, right?” You teased.

“Y/N, you know that, if it was a dirty song, I would be the first to reveal it.” JJ told.

You shrugged. “True.”

“It’s a love song, isn’t it?” Joe asked, his face lighting with joy for getting JJ.

“It’s a country song.” JJ revealed.

You and your boyfriend bursted into laughs.

“Let me explain it, though.” JJ begged.

“No.” Joe didn’t let him.

“It was to...”

“No, you can’t explain.” Joe interrupted the guest. “You were listening to a country song. The subscribers to your channel are dropping right now after you said that.” he didn’t let JJ be heard. The friend was trying so hard be listened, you were laughing hard. “Next!’ Joe exclaimed.

Do a rematch of the race you had last time.

“So, for this, Y/N’s participation will be momentarily suspended.” Joe informed the viewers.

You three got down to the flat’s parking lot, as Joe and KSI did for the first one. Josh was holding the camera to film all of you.

“I’ll be the hot chick that waves the flag.” You joked, showing a piece of fabric to the camera.

“And what a hot chick, huh?” JJ commented and you rolled your eyes.

“Keep the small talk, JJ.” Your boyfriend said. “I’ll be winning if you keep going like this.” You knew Joe was just trying to get his friend to stop talking dirty with you.

“JJ won’t even realise the race started.” Josh complemented, laughing without knowing Joe’s true reasons. “He will be ‘Oh, is it on?’”

You helped Joe with his situation. “You can try as much as you want, JJ, I won’t be going home with you.” Then you winked. “But you can keep the compliments, I not only like them, but Joe will be more than glad when you lose the race.”

“Oh, that’s the only way Joe can win from me, Y/N.” JJ told you, getting ready.

“I heard he won the first round of the last time.” you teased, walking away from them so you could wave to the competition start.

In the first round, KSI won; In the second, it was Joe’s time to taste victory; In the last one, you couldn’t help: JJ won again.

“I told you, Y/N.” He smiled. “I’m faster, I’m better.”

The four of you were heading back to the elevator now and you could see Joe was a little upset when the camera wasn’t on him. He held your hand discreetly so it wouldn’t be on the takes. Josh was laughing from the provocations that Joe and JJ had while filming.

“You know, JJ… “ You gave a wily smile. “Being fast is not really an advantage in my world.” You shrugged again.

“Woah.” Joe chuckled, surprised by your answer, Josh laughed.

“That one was harsh, Y/N.” JJ complained.

“You’re attacking my man, JJ.” you smiled, showing you were kidding.

“So she protects what is hers, huh?” he teased. “Like a lion mama? What about letting me hear you roar, Y/N?” You rolled your eyes again and the elevator’s doors opened. You walked straight to your boyfriend’s apartment.

Do a dance off.

“Ok, since we are on the living room already, how everyone feels about dancing a little bit?” Joe asked when he was inside his own house, facing all his friends sat down on his sofa.

“Yeah!” They exclaimed.

You went upstairs to pick your phone. “What song you guys want to dance?”

“Y/N, please.” Conor said with that strange accent he used to joke. “Of course we are listening to my music.”

You laughed. “So Conor Maynard it is.” You announced and “Animal” was listened through the speakers. “A little trip down the memory lane.”

“Oh no.” Jack complained but he got up to dance anyway.

You and all those enormous guys (and, of course, Conor, Jack and Joe) formed a semicircle to do the dance off. Everybody was doing silly moves, each of them worst than the last one, it was really funny.

“Thanks guys.” Joe said after a couple of songs.

You were all sweaty and had trouble for breathing.

“I’m too old for this, babe.” You told while laid on the floor.

“You did well, Y/N. I’m proud of you.” Oli said, laying next to you.

“Thanks, Oli.”

“This is my exercise for the whole week.” He declared.

“Mine too.” You agreed.

“Can I join you?” Asked Josh.

“Be my guest, Josh.” You smiled and now you were surrounded by one side by Oli and by the other with your ginger friend.

“C’mon, love, we have a video to end.” Joe said, offering you his hand so you could get up easier.

“Babe…” You complained.

“C’mon, Y/N.” He smiled at you.

“I don’t want to…” You ignores his hand.

“You want me to carry you?”

“Yes.” You said, doubting he could do that.

“Fine.” He dragged you by your ankles so you weren’t besides Oli and Josh anymore, you shrieked.

“Joe!” You complained.

He laughed. “You asked for this, love.” He told you as lowering to pick you. His hands started to hold you and you gave up.

“Fine, fine! I’m going, I’m going!” You announced, not giving Joe the opportunity to lift you up. All his friends were there, you weren’t making a scene. “We will be back soon, guys. I promise.”

“Please!” Jack exclaimed. “We are hungry.”

“Oh my God, you talk like there’s nothing on fridge.” You rolled your eyes. “C’mon, JJ.” You called the guy who was laid on the sofa. “We gotta go.”

Best book ever?

“I don’t think you guys read. Do you?” You asked them.

“I do!” Joe exclaimed.

“Oh, yes, you really do.” You pretended to remember, you always saw him reading now and then, not as much as you, of course, but sometimes… “You really do read.” You nodded and then turned to the camera. “But Joe only reads boring books.”

“No, I don’t” He countered and you rolled your eyes (it was one of yours bad habits)..

“What about you, JJ?”

“No, books aren’t for me.”

Favorite character of all times?

“Whatever movie Y/N be on.” JJ said instantly.

“I am not an actress.” You argued, frowning.

“I can think some films you can act with me. In my bedroom.”

Joe rolled his eyes, getting closer to you in bed. “Next!”

Can you lick a lemon?

“Bring it to me, baby!” Joe exclaimed and he picked a lemon you didn’t notice it was in the table behind the camera. He probably should got this before filming. He cut it in 4.

“It’s just a lick, bro!” JJ complained about the size.

“Just suck it.” Joe frowned as looking to his part. “On three, ok?” You and JJ nodded. “1… 2… 3!”

The taste was horrible. Maybe not the worst thing on Earth, but still...

“It would be so much better with a pinch of salt and a shot of tequila after.” You commented.

JJ was laughing really hard, so you looked at him, he was holding an entire piece of lemon, he didn’t lick his.

“Fuck you, JJ!” Joe told.

“Sorry, I couldn’t do it after you said suck it.”

“Well, now you will see what I will make you suck.” You said to him, angry. It wasn’t your best choice of words.

“It can be you, Y/N.”

“Alright.” Joe said, looking directly to JJ. “That’s enough, JJ. Really. Stop it. I know you’re only joking, but please, I don’t like to hear your flirting to my girlfriend.”

JJ smiled. “I am just testing your limits, Joe.” Then he turned to you. “I’m kidding. I’m sorry if I offended you, Y/N. I just want to see how much Joe can take without freaking out. He’s one of the most chilled guys I know, he was laughing while I was saying bad things about his own sister.”

You sighed, you were getting annoyed now with him. After he apologizing, you were relaxed again. Actually, the way Joe started being protective with you was kind of amusement, so you gave a smirk.

“Yeah, that’s fine… I know how nice can be test Joe’s limits.” You winked. “By the way… How much you want to see Joe getting mad?”

JJ laughed. “A lot.”

“A lot is enough to you agree shot a video with me?” You asked, the idea popping in your head.

“I would film with you even if I didn’t wanted freak Joe out that much.” JJ said, being gentle.

“Oh, thanks!” You smiled. “Fine, I will join you on the dark side, JJ.”

“Y/N!” Joe complained.

“Sorry, honey.” You gave him a little kiss on the cheek and turned to camera. “Let’s continue this.”

What is your favorite fruit?

“Oh, what the hell I was thinking when I picked those questions?” Joe moaned, upset. “I can answer you I wasn’t thinking straight.” He took a deep breath and faced the camera. “Well, after that, it isn’t lemon, for sure.”

“My favorite fruit is…”

Joe interrupted JJ. “I swear that if you say your favorite fruit is Y/N or tell her she should like some African type of banana…”

“Some African type of banana?” JJ laughed.

“I don’t know!” Joe exclaimed. “I’ve never been to Africa, I don’t know you have some kind of strange fruit in shapes of pennies.”

“Joe, you go to South Africa every year now.” You told your boyfriend, holding his hand.

“Oh, you understood me.”

“In my defense,” JJ started. “I wasn’t going to say my favorite fruit is Y/N… It’s strawberry.” He smiled. “With chocolate. Especially dark chocolate. It will make you stop liking any other chocolate, Y/N. I swear. Normal chocolate is too sweet, you need some roughness on your life to make you scream.”

“It takes a lot to make me scream, JJ.” You shrugged your shoulders and turned to the camera. “Well, JJ has a point. I just said I really enjoy strawberries with chocolate, but actually I love a lot of different fruits. However, I’m such in a watermelon vibe.”

“No, you’re not!” Joe exclaimed, you ignored him.

“I heard it’s from Africa… Is it, JJ?” You asked, pouting.

“Oh, I see what are you doing, Y/N.” Joe commented, JJ laughed.

“Yeah, it is, Y/N.” JJ said. “And by the way, I will do that. Make you scream. Day and night. You know that Ariana Grande’s song? That one she says she can’t even walk? That will be you when I smash you. I could bang you in so many ways, you will be crawling for more. You will scream my name so loud when you think of me that I will be able to hear when I’m home.”

You laughed, oh my word, JJ was playing hard to get.

“Shut up, JJ.” Joe said. “Let’s do the final question of this.”

Who’s most likely to run down the street naked?

“What the hell?!” You chuckled. “Joe, what this stands for?” You asked. “Well, I have to say that KSI is the one who’s running around naked.” You told.

“Yeah, I agree with Y/N.” your boyfriend said.

“I have to say that Joe is the who’s running around naked.” JJ answered. “Although I really think that Y/N is the one who should do that… Especially if it is for going to my house. I am ok to do a threesome anytime, Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You asked, Joe held your hand once again. “I might bring my boyfriend then. We can have a little fun, although you said you’re against normal chocolate… He’s quite the white chocolate type.”

“You like white chocolate? You shouldn’t. It’s too sweet, white chocolate can’t do what dark chocolate can… That’s why you think it’s hard to make you scream, white chocolate can’t do that. He’s lucky, still. Bang you anytime he wants? Man, I wish that. I would fuck you everyday if I could.” Joe squeezed your hand hard and you could tell he was about to explode. “I would fuck you right now, actually. In this bed, I don’t even care if the camera is still on.”

“Fuck off, JJ.” Joe said, getting really mad. “You lost in there, mate. Are you fucking insane?” He asked, getting up from the bed and you did it too, holding his hand so he wouldn’t lost his mind completely. “This is my girlfriend you’re talking about. I don’t care if you’re only joking, but you are crossing borders in here. Stop it, right now. Stop. I’m serious. I asked you to stop and you continue to do that. What the fuck are you thinking? It’s not fun anymore. She is mine. Don’t say that about her. Never.”

JJ started laughing. “Oh, man! You are so tough to crack!” He got out of the bed too, standing up (and now Joe was really glad he didn’t beat KSI because he forgot how big his friend was). “I’m sorry, Joe. You know I would never be with Y/N. I respect you and, besides the bullshit I just said, I respect her too. Sorry again, Y/N, if I took it too far.”

“Yeah, it was a little across the borders, but that’s fine.” You gave JJ a smile and kissed Joe in the cheek. “Relax, baby. You know that I’m all yours. I would never be with JJ and JJ would never be with me.”

Joe took a deep breath and KSI completed: “She��s not even my type, bro.”

You rolled your eyes but then smirked. “And I really like more a white chocolate, sweetie.” You caressed his right arm. “C’mon now, let’s finish your video.”

Joe needed to take another deep breath as he sat down. “You are so annoying sometimes, JJ.” Joe told, a little more relaxed.

You rewinded the whole thing in your head and then you started laughing.

“Some day, one of these jokes will get you killed, JJ.” You told him.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s ok.” You knew he said ugly things, but you teamed up with him so whatever. He would be a dick if he really thought those things and you knew he didn’t. You had a plan anyway... “Go and do your job, babe.” You told Joe.

He sighed and smiled to the camera. “So, I hope you guys liked this video, I certainly didn’t. Stand this two… Urgh, I only do that because KSI is a thing on Youtube and her…” He pointed to you. “I don’t know.”

You laughed. “Shut up!” You gave him a soft slap.

“If you did enjoy, please, give a thumbs up. Also, subscribe to me. Y/N’s and KSI’s links will be on description, so subscribe to them too, although I really doubt you didn’t already... So thank you, both of you, to make this with me.”

“Oh, it was nothing.” JJ said, smiling.

“Nah, I’m here to get more subscribers, you don’t need to thank me.” You joked.

“This is it for this week, guys.” Joe concluded. “I’ll see you next week with another Sugg Sunday. Cheers, goodbye!”

“Finally!” You exclaimed, laying down on bed.

“Yeah, but we have the video on your channel to film now.” JJ remembered.

“You know what? We can go out now.” You said.

“It isn’t because of me, is it? I’m sorry and I mean when I say it.”

You smiled. “No, it isn’t because of you, JJ.” You didn’t want to speak your idea out loud right now, you would wait for it.. “I actually think that is better if we film it latter. Maybe tomorrow?”

“Perfect.” he agreed.

“Now, let’s get some food!” You said. “I’m craving for some strawberries with chocolate.”

“Maybe I can help you with that.” JJ said.

“Yes, maybe you can.” You said, just to tease Joe, he was annoyed still.

Joe got up to turn the camera off, quite silent. Maybe he was really upset. The guilty started consume you.

“JJ?” You called, the guest was checking his phone.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Could you, please, tell the rest of the boys we finished recording?”

“Of course.” He said and then left the room.

You went help Joe with the equipment.

“On a scale from 0 to 10, how angry are you with me in this moment?” You asked while turning the lights off.

“7.” He told you, grumpy, as he checked the footage on his camera.

“7, huh? 7 is a high number.”

“Yes, it is.”

“I’m sorry, honey.” You said and went to him. “But you will like a lot what I’m thinking to tomorrow.”

“What are you thinking to film?” He questioned, not really interested in what you had to say.

You hugged him. “I can’t tell, but I will make JJ struggle a little, yes.”

Joe didn’t want to, but he couldn’t avoid, he opened a little smile. “Some intelligent way to make him surfer?”

“Yes, baby.”

He finally hugged you back. “Never let a guy flirt with you like that again. I know you wanted to piss me and that’s why you didn’t stood up to yourself, but, please, Y/N, JJ said a lot of horrible things.”

You raised an eyebrow. “He said worst things of your sister, you know?”

“Yes…” He sighed. “I’m thinking of deleting this video like Caspar did.”

You nodded your head, no. “It won’t make difference, Joe. I guess that what you could do is stop liking this kind of stuff.” You smiled again. “But you know what?”

“What?”

“I really enjoyed you being all protective over me… And when you stood up to stop JJ… Well, I’m kinda hot right now.” You admitted.

“Y/N!” He exclaimed, laughing. “I can’t believe it.” He rolled his eyes. “C’mon, we gotta go. The boys are waiting us downstairs.” he argued, breaking the hug.

You gave a ladino smile, holding Joe’s shoulders and giving a kiss on the bottom of his neck. “I mean…” You started whispering, no way you were going to let you boyfriend slip through your fingers in this moment. “JJ’s thoughts about dark chocolate were kind of interesting too.”

Joe’s face turned serious and he looked at you, angry.

“Y/N…” His voice was lower than before.

You continued to give him kisses on the neck. “Babe…”

“Hum?”

“I’m not feeling really well.” You told, scratching his back a little. “Could you, please, say to the rest of the boys I won’t be able to join you today?”

You opened that smile, the smile that you used to get away with things even if you were wrong, the smile that seemed so innocent but was filled with dirty ideas and wrong conceptions. It was your straight flush.

You started to walk away from Joe, making the bed because it was destroyed after the video. You moved your hips so it would swing provocatively, putting your ass in evidence. Your boyfriend sighed, passing his hand through his hair, and got out of the bedroom.

You heard with a little smile on your face Joe tell the boys you weren’t well, maybe because of something you had for lunch and he, as an amazing boyfriend, needed to be with you. It boosted your confidence, you knew how to push the buttons of Joseph Sugg.

While Joe waited to the boys gather together and leave his house, being with them because of the good manners, you took all the film equipment down. You noted Joe saying goodbye to his friends and you decided to make things faster, so you took of your shirt and your jeans. It wasn’t for nothing you said Joe liked black lingerie, it was what you were wearing that day.

Now you were almost naked, the room felt cold, making you shiver, something that turned you on even more. Why were you so horny, dammit? You listened the front door close and you laid on bed and bit your lip, you could hear Joe’s footsteps through the house.

When he appeared on the bedroom’s door, you smiled.

“I see you put the camera and the lighting away.” He said, admiring you.

You got up, barely able to walk because the minimum amount of friction drove you crazy. You went towards Joe and enlace your arms in his neck, his hand held your waist automatically. “You liked JJ’s idea of filming a sex tape?” You pouted once again, now with a look that dripped lust. “Maybe you enjoy the idea of a threesome. I bet the boys aren’t far away, I can call JJ and ask him to join us.”

Joe squeezed your skin in his hands, almost carrying you away from the floor. “No.” He said. “Not JJ, just you and me. Don’t make me jealous, Y/N. You don’t like the idea of another one with me either.”

You felt the heat of your body concentrating where Joe’s hands were. His grin was deliciously tight. “It’s a threesome, babe, JJ would be with both of us. I don’t care with that.” You continue to tease. “He promised make me scream.”

Joe kissed you hard. Scream was the key word to drive him mad. He sucked your lip with so much strength that it started to tingle, you two moved around the room and soon your back was pressed against the wall.

“So you like this thing of test my limits, huh Y/N?” He asked while giving you neck kisses. “What about I test yours?”

You smiled and raised an eyebrow. “Game on, Sugg.”

His hands were pressing your waist still, but then he slid them and grabbed your bum. You knew what it meant. You jumped and he caught you, the aggressive kiss was back and you almost couldn’t breath.

You felt your hair flutter, Joe was spinning you through the bedroom. He broke the kiss and threw you in bed.

“Time to get rid of these clothes, baby.” You told.

“I enjoy see you only with lingerie while I’m full dress, dear.” He responded.

You accepted the challenge, biting your lip with a smirk. “That’s a shame, babe.” You shrugged your shoulders and moved in the bed, leaning on the headboard. “You know that, if you are dressed, you can’t have all this.”

Joe got in the bed and crawled to you, whispering in your ear. “I guess it is already mine.” He told, passing his right hand through your hips and then in your clit, the panties only make the movement worse.

You let a moan slip and it’s not fair. You were a competitor, you were playing to win. You turned around, putting your body against Joe’s, his hand wasn’t teasing you anymore now that you moved. You start to shake your hips against his jeans and, for his surprise, you take his teasing hand and put his middle finger into your core, making it go in and out with your help, you and him stimulating your hit.

“Where’s the fun in only taste a little, Sugg?” You ask with a hoarse voice, it Joe’s turn to let a moan slip. You took his finger out and sucked it, making your boyfriend shiver. You went to the other side of the bed. “You don’t wanna help, babe? Fine, let’s test your limits first then.” You smiled and got out of the bed, getting up.

Joe looked at you curious, you took off your panties and putted a leg over the bed, so now all your vagina were exposed. Joe could see it shining because of the wet. You pass the finger you were putting inside it with Joe through your core and your head hang back, you let a loud moan make it’s way out as closing your eyes.

The worst thing you knew you could do with Joe was showing him you getting an orgasm. You passed your hand in your neck, slipping it until grab one of your boobs and then you started to stimulate it. It was getting harder to breath.

You opened your eyes to find Joe was having a hard time. You stopped your movements and gave your ladino smile again. “Don’t you wanna taste it all?” You asked and the sucked your own middle finger.

Joe lost his mind with the view. He started to make his way up to you and you could see his pants tight, making harder for him to move. He grabbed your hips and pushed you to the bed again, making your back hit the mattress hard.

He started to kiss your body and you nodded with your head. “Oh, no, Sugg. What did I just said?” You ask, holding his hair and pushing him up to look you in the eyes. “Clothes off if you want to taste it.”

As response, he grunted. “You’re not getting away with this. Y/N.” You kissed him and took off his shirt, after, you took his pants and his boxers. It’s inevitable, you smiled by seeing him so excited to you.

“I guess I’m already, babe.” You said, switching positions and making him be under now. You sit in his hips, close to his penis, but not on it. You bended, feeling his member touch your chest as you gave little kisses in his abdomen. You licked it and started to give kisses closer and closer to Joe’s groin.

You got up again, the grip of Joe’s hands in your hips was only getting tighter. He had his eyes closed and almost couldn’t hold back his moans. “Let me test your limits for real now.” You said, ready to put Joe on you.

Suddenly, your boyfriend opened his eyes. The light blue was almost gark grey now. “No.” He said before pull you to bed.

You let a scream scape. “Joe!” You complained.

“You said you wanted to scream, Y/N.” He explained. “Shall we discover how loud you can get?”

You bit your lip, what you had done? The excitement in your belly made you tremble.

His legs were holding your hips, he kissed your neck and sucked it, you were sure it would leave marks all over it. His hands were on your boobs, rubbing and squeezing it.

“Not so sweet now, don’t you think?” He asked before licking your right boob, you shivered. “You still want dark chocolate, love?”

“N-no.” You answered. “Suck Joe, I’m ready, just…”

“I said to you we will be testing your limits now, Y/N.”

“Joe…” You whined.

“Let me show him how you won’t be able to walk after I’m done, after we fuck so hard that he can’t even imagine it is possible.”

Joe was playing with tits while saying that and it almost drove you insane. The grip, the dirty words, the hit.

His hands slipped through your body, pressing you hard, you could feel the possessiveness in every touch of Joe. The way he did that made you think that you were all his, not because he wanted you to, but because no one could ever be as good as him.

He started kissing your abdomen, then your groin and he licked your clit, making you moan louder than you already were. He putted his forefinger and the middle one into you, you screeched.

“We know you can get louder than that, Y/N.”

“Joe, please.” You asked, holding his hair and moving his hips to cause more friction.

“You know how I was suffering while you were touching yourself? How I wanted to be me instead?” He teased, his movements still slow, growing the anxiety in you. “Now it is me, Y/N. How you feel about that?”

You couldn’t answer him, you couldn’t think straight, you couldn’t do nothing. You were gasping, you weren’t able to do nothing more than be a victim in Joe’s actions. Your vagina were throbbing in a way it never did, you couldn’t handle Joe teasing you anymore.

“Joe, I give up.” You admitted. “I’m all yours, you know that I am. Now, please, fuck me.”

Joe laughed, you felt his tongue move away and you looked at him. He smiled. “I’m glad you said that, Y/N.” He took his finger off of you and you whined.

“Joe…”

“Ask again.”

“Ask what?”

“Ask me to fuck you once more.”

“Fuck me, Joseph. Fuck me hard, fuck me until I forget my own name.” You said, your voice barely being heard because you were so hot.

“Suck it” he said, giving his hand to you. You did. You looked at him straight in his eyes and you suck it, feeling your own taste. He pressed his penis with his hands and all you wanted to do was grab his dick yourself, make him feel all the pleasure you were feeling. “That’s my girl.” He said, pulling his fingers out of your mouth.

You saw Joe open your legs and position himself in your enter, the expectation almost killing you. He grabbed your hips once again and pushed him until he wasn’t able to go further anymore. That’s when you screamed.

Your back arched, your mind exploded. You couldn’t think in nothing else other than Joe being in and out of you.

And now you two weren’t teasing each other anymore, there wasn’t time enough. You needed to be him and he needed to be yours, you two needed to have an orgasm or you might burst into flames. It hadn’t a way back anymore, it was in full speed, full strength, nothing to stop you to scream, nothing to stop you feel the pleasure. And now you weren’t screaming anymore, you were roaring.

Joe were growling like a wild animal, later you wondered how no one knocked on the flat’s door asking if you two were okay. Not only the noises you were making, but the bed was trembling so hard it could be heard over the whole apartment and the apartments around, you were sure of it.

With one final scream, one final roar, you felt the orgams hitting you. Joe came with after, holding himself on your shoulders, pressing it hard.

He laid next to you, none being able to speak because were out of breath.

“Never try to test my limits again.” Joe said.

“I don’t know…” You giggled. “I enjoyed this little thing that happened now.”

“Well, I can make you scream anytime you want, Y/N.” He turned to you, looking in your eyes. “Just stop trying to tease me. It will drive me mad.” You could see in his eyes he was asking this seriously.

You smiled. “There’s no need to be mad, babe. I won’t test your limits anymore…” He sighed. “Well, not anymore, but I would say I won’t be doing that every time.”

“Y/N!” He complained.

“It’s just to make things fun, honey.”

He smirked, hugging you. “Being fun is my job, love. You should got this by now.”

“It’s my job too.”

Joe leaned his head on your neck and you caressed his hair.

“What are you thinking to do with JJ tomorrow?” He asked.

“Well, about that…”

“Hey there, people! How are you today?” You said to the camera in front of you, excited. “Today I’m joined by a very special guest… It’s KSI!”

The man entered in the scene. “Hello!”

“He has no idea of what is going to happen in this video…”

“I haven’t, really.”

“Well, I saw this idea on Saffron’s channel and I thought it would be nice to do because JJ is being a naughty boy lately….

“I can continue to be naughty to you if you want, Y/N.”

You raised an eyebrow to the camera. “You see, this is what I am talking about.” You rolled your eyes. “Today we will be doing the… Guessing the price of girly stuff!”

“Oh, no!” JJ complained.

“Don’t complain yet, JJ. It gets worse because we have a little forfeit! Not only you should get the price right, but if you don’t, you will be using the object you are guessing about.”

“Oh, fuck.”

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